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Horny yesterday, and needed some new poppers. Decided to stop by a video store I haven’t been too hoping for some action. Unfortunately they were only a retail shop with a large assortment of DVDs. The owner was chatting with a (on the job and professional) contractor about the place, and there was one other gent cruising the shelves of videos. He was about 5’10, stocky, bald, and had the most beautiful black skin. I nodded and said hello, approached the counter for my poppers and paid. As I was leaving I made eye contact with him, and nodded again. He followed me out to the parking, and I went behind an abandoned auto garage, with plenty of cover, so he followed. No talk, no foreplay, just me on my knees. He unzipped, and pulled out a nice thick cock for me to wrap my lips around. There is not much better that taking a deep hit of new poppers, and swallowing a stranger’s hard cock. As I was slobbering all over this god’s tool and playing with his low hanging balls, I undid my pants, dropped them to my ankles, and stood up a little so I was bending over while he was fucking my face and now had access to my tight hole. I was working his cock over nice and wet, while drooling on my hand to lube my hole. He felt it, and obviously wanted it. I took another hit of poppers, braced my arms against the building, and felt his cockhead line up against my hole. He moaned as he entered my, and I muffled a slutty grunt as his cock spread me right open. He asked for the poppers, took a big hit, fed them to me, and then started to piston fuck me like he was mad at me. A few minutes later, he grunted “I’m cumming!”, and I said “Breed me sit!”, so he did. Pulsing a nice couple shots of seed into my hungry hole. I quickly turned around and back on my knees, swallowed his cock so I could clean all his cum off. He pulled his pants back up, and hurried around the building to leave. I just squatted and let his seed drip out of my hole onto my hand, and lapped it all up. Then used the remainder to stroke my cock until I shot. A productive meeting!

Chapter 2 As I entered, there were no lights. It was pitch black. I stopped for a moment and one of the guys told me to keep it moving, along with hands on my shoulders pushing forward. I couldn’t see anything. I stopped after taking only a few steps inside and felt the hands being removed. As I turned around, I saw the door closing, shutting out the light from the street lamps. I heard several locks turning. I could see nothing. No one. It then was silence for what seemed like several minutes. I was really beginning to freak out. At first I whispered and then increasingly spoke the same question, “hello”? No response. A dim light appeared from above barely showing a small stool beneath. The light wasn’t bright enough to see even the walls of this place. I didn’t move. A deep, masculine, matter of fact in tone type voice came from the darkness. He said, “You are here because you said you were into partying and playing with us. We play and party hard. Bet you like it hard. Real hard. Take off everything and get naked. Put all your stuff on the floor next to the stool. Do it now.” I was buzzed, no doubt. The voice was sexy. I was spun. I slowly walked towards the stool, removing what little I was wearing. Now completely naked, I stood there waiting. “Turn around. On the wall there are items you are to put on. Best be quick about it!” came the voice from the darkness. Sure enough, as I turned around, there was a wall dimly lit that had several items hanging on it: a black leather jock strap, an odd looking cockring, harness, wrist and angle restraint straps, and blindfold. It was difficult putting this all on in almost complete darkness. As I did, my mind began to race with questions. Then it hit me. Some ten years before, I was trying to find my niche as far as the type of bar or club I wanted to frequent. It became clear pretty quickly that I was attracted to the leather bar because of the hot, masculine, leather clad men usually there. It was there that I met a guy named Bob. It was early during my coming out. I didn’t know how to act. Was totally inexperienced with men. And it showed. Bob introduced himself one evening I was there. He made it clear that he wasn’t trying to fuck me, he just thought I could use a little help. We drank, talked, laughed, and drank some more. Over the next couple weeks we became friends and still are to this day. He had told me that there were “leather men meets” all around, that one was coming up not too far and asked if I wanted to go. I agreed. We checked into the hotel, unpacked and got ready to head out to the host bar for the leather meet event. I had no leather and had put on a white t-shirt, a pair of worn levi’s, jockstrap, and black work boots. My ass looked boomin in my jeans. Bob came out of the bathroom and asked if that was what I was wearing. When I told him yes, he began shaking his head saying how stupid he was for not thinking about it beforehand. “This is a leather meet. The key word being leather.” Then he said for me not to worry. That with my hot little bod I could get away going shirtless. I freaked out. I had never been to any club or anywhere public shirtless. He calmed me down as we began to smoke a joint. I smoked weed many times before – but this time, the weed was super strong and had a weird taste to it. I coughed several times. Bob laughed and picked on me a bit. I told him the weed was the strongest and oddest tasting weed I had ever smoked. Bob said that was because it was realllllllly good shit and it was spiked with something that would make me feel better. He then produced two shot glasses, one more full than the other, and a can of coke for each of us. He handed the smaller shot to me and said, “cheers!!” We clanged the shot glasses together and drank them. It was awful. Unlike any alcohol I had ever tasted. My facial expressions told the story. Bob laughed again and said it was G. It would make me feel even better. Some time passed and I was feeling better. A LOT better. I was also very warm. And was feeling more horned up by the minute. We smoked another joint and headed out walking to the host bar that was just a couple blocks from our hotel. As we got closer to the bar, I noticed more and more men clad in leather gear around the area. I kept touching my nipple through my t-shirt. My dick stirred inside my jock and my hole felt like it was buzzing. Twitching. We got to the entrance of the bar where there was this very tall, super hot man in black boots, chaps, a bulge that wouldn’t quit, hardness, vest, and hat. He smiled at Bob, took his ticket, and stepped aside to let him in. I presented my ticket and his smile turned to a crazed like look. “This is a private leather event. I see your ticket. I don’t see leather. You can’t come in.” I looked beyond him to the door and Bob was standing on the other side of the door talking with some guys he must have known. “Will this make a difference?”, I asked as I took off my t-shirt, turned around and bent over untying my boot laces and stood back up. The bouncer was smiling a shit eating grin and said, “that will do just fine. Just keep the shirt off.” As I walked past him he grabbed my ass. Inside, I was blown away. Men everywhere. Leather of all types. Men wearing only jockstraps and boots. In the distance, I could see a guy getting fucked. The music was blaring. The smell of men, sweat, leather and sex was intoxicating. I was high. Horned. Like a kid in a candy store. I was also nervous as fuck and it took a few drinks and time for me to chill – getting used to my ass being grabbed or slapped and my nips getting tweaked. The place was huge. It was on two floors. Bob and I had walked around and saw all the different booths, bar stations, and more men playing than I had ever seen before. Time flew by. It was about 30 minutes before night one was to close and we were getting another drink when the bartender motioned for Bob. The two talked for a bit – all the while looking in my direction. Bob then walked over to me and said that he was a bit shocked. He went on to say that he was a bit jealous and how lucky I was. As we walked away from the bar, Bob told me that we needed to goto the bar’s leather shop. He said that the attendant there would be waiting for us – actually me. Bob said that there was a gift for me there from someone unknown. I was curious for sure. We entered the shop and the attendee immediately greeted us, then grabbed my hand and began walking towards the dressing room area with me in tow. Once there, he went on to say that a very generous and very hot man who wished to be anonymous wanted me to have some things. I looked very skeptical. The only catch was that I had to walk out of the shop wearing those gifts and had to agree to have them on whenever I was attending the meet. Before I could say anything, he quickly took some measurements and disappeared. Bob was so excited. I didn’t know what to think. The attendant then returned with a pair of black leather boots, a black leather jock strap having thin straps, a half harness, arm band and boy cap. I freaked. I would be almost naked! I looked at Bob. He said I should do it. I would be crazy to pass this up. “Shots!” screamed the bartender that had been talking to Bob moments before. “Drink up – on the house!” There were 4 shots, 2 of one color and 2 of another. “One of each color, gentlemen”. We downed our shots. I took Bob aside and expressed my nervousness. My fears. And then something happened. I stopped talking to Bob, turned to the attendant and said, “fuck yeah. It’ll be hot!” Pulled off my jeans and other stuff and put on the items the attendant gave me. “WOW”, Bob said. “Look at yourself in the mirror! Holy fucking shit! And that ass!” I moved to the mirror. For the first time in my life, be it the shots, drug shots, weed, whatever, I stood there and complimented myself as to how hot I really did look. There weren’t as many men in the bar as we left the shop. The last call announcement came. We went to the bathroom and I went into one of the stalls and shut the door. Bob headed to the urinals. I finished pissing and put my now almost hard dick back inside the jockstrap when I began to wonder how I was going to get back to the hotel dressed like I was? The bathroom stall door suddenly opened. A towering man built like a brick shit house forced himself inside the stall and closed the door behind him. He easily stood at 6’4”. Dark hair, light hair on his muscular pecs behind a harness, a small trail down his 6 pack into chaps where I could plainly see a couple inches of his dick popping up through. “Don’t say anything. Turn around,, now”. I hesitated. He grabbed my arm and spun me around and smacked my jockstrapped bared ass hard. “Spread your legs and step forward” he said as I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me towards the wall. “Give me your left arm”, as he grabbed my left wrist and brought my arm behind me placing my hand on his dick. “Play with my dick while I stick you”. I had no idea what he meant. Did he mean he was going to fuck me? “Put your right arm upwards – hand on the wall – and don’t move”. I didn’t understand. I heard some rustling and then a rubber tube wrapped around my right bicep, followed by wet feeling, then a prick, then the rube removed. And then BAM! I uncontrollably coughed hard several times. My vision blurred. Warmth all over my body. My dick got rock hard and I was pumping out pre-cum like crazy. My hole was on fire. My legs got weak. I let go of his dick and started to slump down as he wrapped his huge arms around me to hold me up – while fingering my nips. I moaned. He moaned. He licked and nibbled my neck and ears as he pressed his body against mine. I was sweating like crazy. “Put your hands on the wall and don’t move”, he said as he quickly backed up a bit and then bent down, slipped both his hands between my legs and spread them as he lifted my lower body off the ground. I was hanging in front of him and started to squirm like crazy when I felt my hole being tongue teased. He darted his tongue in and out of my hole, teased all around it, and repeated this. My dick was so hard. I was higher than I had ever been in my life. I started to say, “fuck me. Fuck me1 Pound my hole! Please!” I got louder each time. I needed dick. I wanted it so bad. He turned us around in the stall, then opened the door and continued eating my hole as he walked out the bathroom and into the bar. I couldn’t make out anyone or much else. He stopped eating my hole and said to someone, “takin this one with me” and we went out the door. At first I began to freak out a bit wondering how that looked with him eating my ass as we walked out the door. Then I didn’t care. Suddenly everything stopped. I was set down onto my feet for a moment. I started to bring my head up when I first heard a sliding door open and then felt myself being pushed inside a van. “On your back, arms up. NOW”, he said. I felt my wrists being secured above my head as I lay on the cold metal van floor. A ball gag was put over my head and into my mouth. “Just to be sure you don’t get crazy and start screaming”, he said. “Spread your legs”, he said and I felt something first touching, then quickly being pushed inside my hole. It burned. It also didn’t pop out. I figured it was some kind of butt plug. He then closed the door, got in the driver’s seat and began driving. I was fighting inside with anger, fear, unreal horniness, and a hole aching to get filled. “I know you’re a bit spun, but that’s how I like my boys and my boys like to be. Bob said you weren’t experienced with party drugs and I love bringing party virgins to the dark side. You got the look, bod, and butt boy – knew it as soon as you put on the leathers I set up for you. Relax. We got about a half hour drive.” My hole was now twitching around the butt plug. It was pressing against my prostrate. Zzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz My body shot up as this wild feeling repeated deep inside my hole. The pattern changed every minute or so. It was driving me crazy. I was uncontrollably moaning. I could see his bright blue eyes in the rear view mirror looking at me – like I was dinner or something. He smiled a smirk from time to time as he looked back at me from time to time. I could see him stroking his dick as his right arm flexed and his hand moved up and down every so often. The vibrations were getting more intense – very intense. “You liken that boy? Got the controller right here – Bluetooth is amazing! Bet I should turn it up some, eh?” OMG! It almost felt like the butt plug was fucking me. The vibrations made it move inside me. My dick was so damn hard. My nips were standing on end. I was sweating bullets. Moaning like crazy. My balls ached. My dick wanted to shoot but the vibrations were so intense against my prostate I couldn’t cum. “Aint that a bitch? Wanna cum so bad, right? NOT gonna happen!”, he said and increased the intensity. I was squirming. Kept feeling like I was gonna blow all over and was kept in that feeling for most of the ride to wherever he was taking me. “You were injected with tina in the bathroom. It’s called a slam. A dart. I gave you .40. A little more than what I start most with, but I had to move quicker cause the bar was closing. The shots you had are ghb. Once we get there, you will be untied and then tied again with your hands behind your back. We will go inside and you will be put into my sling. Your wrists and ankles will be restrained. You will be given more ghb and another slam. This time, it will be stronger. And then we play.” A few minutes later, the buzzing stopped. The van stopped. As I was told what were the next steps happened. The tube, the prick, removal of the tube, and BAM! Holy fucking shit! The rush was so intense as he turned the vibrating butt plug on higher than before. He laughed. I gyrated. The sling swung. Then I was empty. The butt plug removed – replaced by his tongue teasing, tongue darting without mercy in and out of my hole. He again played with my nips as he ate my hole. I screamed behind the gag. My breathing got harder. I couldn’t stop bucking my hips. My dick hurt it was so hard. My balls ached like never before. And then I burst. My dick began throbbing as it pumped my balls and shot rope after rope of my cum across my stomach, onto my chest and face. I had never cum without jerking off, getting head, or getting jerked off. I couldn’t believe this could happen. It felt so fucking good. I collapsed, unmoving as my dick continued to dry throb, my hole trying to grip dick – feeling so empty and screaming to be filled. He stood up. I hadn’t seen him remove his chaps. Between my legs, barely able to fit his dick in his hand as he stroked what looked to be at least 10 inches of thick cut cock, I looked into his eyes and just nodded my head. In an instant, he fed my hole balls deep with his dick. I screamed in pain and pleasure. He stepped forward holding onto the chains and thrust forward several times. Punching through my inner ring. It hurt. He then stepped back and pulled out entirely and began shaking his head. “Looks like you can’t take my dick, boy”, he said as he walked out of the room. I tried to shout for him to come back. Beg him to fuck my hole. Some minutes later I heard footsteps approaching the room. He walked in, his dick looking harder than when he left. He opened a box on a table, pulled out some lube, stroked his dick a few times, put his hand back into the box and then sprinkled his dick with tina. A real super evil grin on his face as he walked back towards me he said, “I don’t give a fuck if you can or can’t take my dick. That’s up to you”. He stood between my legs, spread wide, high and tied to the sling, reached forward with both hands and grabbed onto my neck as he literally impaled me balls deep with one stroke. He then pummeled my ass full length as deep and as hard as he could. “CUM boy! Shoot your load!” he commanded. He pounded harder. “I said CUM boy! CUM NOW!” He kept one hand gripping my neck and began slapping my ass with the other with each stroke. “CUM BITCH!” he screamed as he then short jackhammered my hole. Again, in my shock, my dick began pumping streams of my cum onto my face and chest. He began to groan and moan deep guttural sounds as he blew deep inside my hole. I could feel his dick throbbing and dumping his seed as my hole gripped and stroked his dick. He slammed and fucked me that entire weekend. We never went back to the leather meet. “HEY WHITE BOY!” came the voice from the dark, louder, stronger, more commanding – bringing me back to reality as I stood there still putting on the items left for me.

Hey guys, I'm glad you're enjoying the story. Thanks for the kind words. Here's the next chapter, I should have another one for you soon. Part 8 Alex rummaged around the toys, while Jeffery attached restraints to the boy. Soom he found the Humbler. Brent's expression turned to one of fear as he let out a whine. As good of a boy as he was at taking abuse, he never-the-less really, and I mean REALLY hated his balls to be the target. They were extra sensitive. But to his credit, he did not object or utter a word. That's because he knew if he did, whatever torture they had planned would double. He knew he had to just take it. He was shoved down to the middle of the floor, and in no time flat, he was head down and ass up. His wrists were attached to his ankles with the Humbler stretching his little balls between his legs. But they weren't done. Soon he was blindfolded and a penis gag was shoved into his mouth and buckled tightly. This gag was about five inches long, so it lodged itself in the back of Brent's throat and never moved. The final touch was a pair of sound blocking headphones connected to Alex's phone which played nothing but static. He turned it up loud, guaranteeing the boy would have no clue what was going on around here. Then Joe placed the tip of a really large buttplug against Brent's defensless hole. It shimmered from the powder all over it as Alex placed his booted foot against the base of it. Then, with one mighty thrust of his leg, the plug was slammed into the boy. Even though Brent's hole was very well used, he screamed as the Tina covered plug ripped into him. Meanwhile, the rest of us had tied down our young prince in a spread eagle position, blindfolded, suction cups on his nipples, the dirty jock taped back in his mouth and the metal Tina covered plug back in his hole. Alex, Jeffrey and myself lit 3 black candles while Steve worked his magic with the electro box and Joe and Dave filmed the action. Now, these black candles burned a little bit hotter. Not hot enough to leave burn marks, but hot enough for Eric to think he was on fire. I dropped the first little bit on him, right in the middle of his chest while Steve administered the perfect jolt down his penis. Eric's young body went ridged and his back arched as he screamed. A fresh sheen of sweat broke out on his body as this new pain both shocked and burned him. He twisted in his bonds but was unable to escape. Alex dripped next onto our captives stomach causing more screams and more thrashing from our teenage victim. Jeffery was next as he dripped some hot wax onto Eric's feet. The boy jerked and screamed into his gag, shaking his head back and forth as he panted through his nose. We turned our attention to Brent as Alex lined up his booted foot and landed a solid kick square on the boys balls. Brent screamed like a bitch into his gag. Tears instantly flowed from his eyes as all three of us dripped hot wax across his back. We went back and forth between the boys with Brent's poor little balls getting the worst of it. Sometimes Alex would kick them, sometimes he would punch them, sometimes he would place the sole of his boot against them and slowly sqash them. All the time Brent wept from the pain. Soon, both boys were covered in black wax, except for the best parts of Eric. My young prince was not finished with his first hot wax torture. I removed the suction cups from his nipples while Steve removed his cock cage. Eric's tittie's stuck out a good half an inch and were a deep, dark red. I couldn't resist as I took one into my mouth and sucked on it. Eric moaned a little, and I bit down on it, making him whimper. I did the same thing to his other nipple as he moaned. Then I stood up, took a candle, and slowly, drop by drop, covered the Mormon boys tits as he cried and whined into his gag. Soon, his nipples were encased in blackness. Then the three of us attacked his cock and balls. Eric thrashed and screamed anew in his bonds as his privates were mercilessly tortured. We didn't bother with slow drips, we poured it over his cock and balls until you couldn't see them anymore. Then Alex grabbed another prepared rig and found a place on Brent. He stuck the needle in and pulled back untill the liquid inside it was dark red. Then he pushed the plunger and emptied half of it into his boy. While Brent was coughing, he emptied the other half into Eric. Damn we've given that boy a shit ton of T tonight, but that's what we wanted. My prince to be so fucked up that we could do anything to him we wanted to. Alex grabbed the base of the plug in Brent's ass and yanked it out. Brent was so gone he could only moan. Then Alex greased up his hand and arm and made a fist, placing it on Brent's gaping hole. With very little effort, he pushed it into the small boy beneath him as Brent let out a long, slow moan. Alex started pounding into Brent, pushing further and further until he was elbow deep. Damn, where does it go in a kid that size? Meanwhile, Jeffrey had unbuckled Eric's ankles and pushed his legs up in the air, where every good whore's should be. He slid his giant cock into the fucked up 18 year old and started pounding him. Eric just babbled incoherent words as he was fucked into oblivion. I peeled the wax off of his nipples and placed the alligator clips on them. The sharp teeth bit into his tender flesh as he bucked and screamed a bit. Steve covered his nose with the popper rag, and soon the boy was on another asteral plane as the big cock ravaged him. We all took turns fucking Eric and fisting Brent. My prince took at least 5 more dirty loads into his pussy. I was fucked up too and starting to lose count. All I know is the next time I looked at the clock, it was noon.

1. Questionnaires James woke up to hear his phone chiming. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was. He was in his apartment, but he didn't remember coming back. He tried to move, and discovered every muscle in his body was sore. Painfully, he reached down. His stomach was sticky with sweat and lube, and his dick was soft and limp. Bit of the night started to return to him. Conrad fucking him, as he begged Conrad to stop. Strangers fucking him as he cried in agony. Conrad laughing as he whimpered in pain. He had been nothing to these men, and they treated him like the faggot he was. He reached around, and gingerly explored his asshole with a finger. It was tender. He gasped, and learned that his throat was as sore as his asshole. Another memory returned. This time, his head was off the side of a bed, and a thick black cock was buried in his throat. It was deep enough that it choked off his oxygen. He had tried to push it away; that only got his arms tied down. He was shivering now, not so much cold as he was terrified. Conrad lived only a few doors down. He couldn't stop remembering the sound of Conrad's laugh. When he had gagged, Conrad had just laughed that much harder. Finally, he forced himself to look at the phone. The message was from Mitchell. "Audition for you tomorrow. I'll e-mail details." James tried to speak. He could barely get out a word, his throat was so sore. There was no way he could audition tomorrow in his current state. "Really bad sore throat," he wrote back. "Can barely talk." "Let me see what I can do," Mitchell texted back. James tried to stretch out his muscles; he found new areas of tenderness. There were bruises on his wrist, where he had struggled against the restraints. He had been blindfolded; the man fucking his hole had paused. The unknown man whispered in his ear. "Turns me on. Watching you struggle like that." He tried to forget what had happened next. "I want you to see my doctor," Mitchell texted. "14:00," he said, and gave an address. James looked at his phone. It was already 12:30. He forced himself out of bed, forcing himself to ignore the pain. He took a shower, and washed away the accumulated sweat, lube, spit, and cum. He felt a bit better, until he looked in the mirror. There were some light bruises on his face; he couldn't remember when he had gotten them. A further exploration of his body revealed some welts on his ass, and bruises around his ankles as well. He was numb. He hated himself, hated what he felt, hated that he had let it happen to him. He put on his clothes, and called an Uber. The office was a nondescript building in a nondescript commercial district. He went to the second floor office and walked in. There were four seats in the waiting area, only one was occupied by a muscular older man. He went to the receptionist. He was a slim Latino, and James found himself imagining the possibilities with the older man and Latino. "Hi. I'm Jim, James," he said, catching himself. The receptionist looked up; he had a thick, trimmed beard. James stuttered for a moment. "I've, I've, I've got an appointment." "Oh yes. Mitchell had booked it." He pulled out a clipboard and handed it to him. "Can you just fill this out before the doctor sees you?" He motioned for James to take a seat. As James sat across from the bearded older man, he looked him over. He was good looking, and there was an unmistakable bulge in his jeans. Unfortunately, the man caught him staring, and smiled. James quickly glanced away and sat down. James tried to focus on the questionnaire, despite feeling the man's eyes on him. He read the first question. "In the past 48 hours, how many sexual partners have you had?" There were two columns of answers, one labeled "Receptive" and "Insertive." For each, there were just four options, "None," "One," "Two," and "Three or more." James circled his answers. "Three or more" for getting fucked, and none at all for fucking. He moved on to the next questions. "What forms of safer sex did you use, if any." Again, there were options, but only one applied to James. "None." James started on the next question, "What of the following have you done in the past six months?" He started to check off some of the options. He had used "party drugs," as the survey put it. He had sex with strangers. He had been restrained. The last one made him cause. "Sex without your consent (Raped)." He remembered how he had begged Conrad to stop. He remembered how Conrad had laughed. "I need to cum," he said. "That's all you need to worry about." His ass throbbed at the memory; he wasn't sure if he was horrified or aroused by it. He checked the box. But before he could go to the next page, the door opened, and two men walked out. He immediately recognized Tiago; this time in a shirt and tie, wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope. He was followed by a young black man. He was wearing black pants and under the blue polo shirt, James could see the muscles ripple with each move. "I wondered if it was you," Tiago said. Tiago smiled, and James knew that even if his memory of the time with Tiago was fuzzy, Tiago's memory was crisp and clear. "This is my intern, Fabien," he said, introducing the young man next to him. He was at most a year or two older than James. James went to stand up; he realized he was about six inches taller than Fabien. "Don't worry," Tiago said. He turned to Fabien. "You want to finish up the questionnaire with him?" "Sure," Fabien said. He took the clipboard, and read the answers. He turned to James. "All bottom, huh?" "Yeah," James stammered. He tried not to meet Fabien's eyes. He had all the answers right in front of him. "And all bareback, too?" Fabien asked. Tiago was standing, watching, nodding his head. James caught the stranger staring at him, and smiling. He adjusted his dick in his jeans; James could see the stranger's cock was massive. "Yeah," James stammered. He didn't want this interview to happen where anyone could see it. "You said drugs," Fabien continued. "Which ones?" Fabien wasn't even trying to keep his voice down. Even the Latino receptionist had stopped shuffling papers, and was listening. "Uh..." The entire room was focused on him. "Weed?" Fabien asked. James nodded. "GHB?" James nodded again. "Tina?" James nodded a third time. He couldn't stand to look at the stranger again, much less Fabien or Tiago. "Anything else?" He remembered Conrad telling him to snort something. "He called it vitamin K?" "That's a bunch," Fabien said. He looked at the clipboard. His eye fell on the last one. "Let's go back," he said, turning to Tiago. "Yeah," he said. "Let's go," Tiago said, helping James to his feet. "We can talk more." As the two men led James back to an examination room, James heard the stranger ask the receptionist. "You've got his number, right?" "Hell yeah," the receptionist said, as the Fabien shut the door.

Was in the mood to top today. I'm a total slut down for any load when I bottom, but I'm actually fairly selective about who I top. Given that there are ten bottoms for every top in Seattle, it's not usually a problem. I got on Sniffies and posted that I needed a pump and dump bottom. I got a few responses from people too far away, a few from guys who aren't my type, and finally one from a guy who wanted it anon and said he was an in shape beefy daddy. I figured I'd give it a go. I drove over, walked in, and he was on all fours with a pillow case over his head. The description matched. He was in good shape, particularly his ass. I fingered it a little. Feeling a tight hole gets me hard. I dropped my pants, lubed my cock, and slid in. No cum. I was a little disappointed to be the first load of the day, but I really needed to cum. I started fucking and getting my rhthym and he started moaning. Being noisy always sets me off, so pretty quickly, I was blasting my load in his hole. I pulled my pants up and left. I never saw his face, he never saw mine, but as a slut bottom myself, I know I saw the most important part of him and used it.

My Boy’s Double Breeding My boy and I love to share his holes with other guys, preferably raw. I just love seeing other guy’s breed him, especially if we know that they’re POZ or didn’t stop to ask their status. I’d say I’m there nearly every time he takes a stranger’s load, but he surprised me one day last summer with some fresh cum dripping out of his ass after a run. My boy went out for his jog one Saturday morning. He was gone a bit longer than usual. I’d planned on having breakfast ready when he got back, but he seemed to be taking a while. I knew I shouldn’t be worried, so I didn’t bother texting him. I figured I’d finish the eggs when he got back while he was showering off. About twenty minutes later, my boy came in the front door, panting, grinning, and dripping with sweat. His shirt was tucked into the back of his spandex shorts and I gave him a big hug and a kiss on his sweaty lips. He melted into me, moaning. I slid my hands down to his ass and he pulled away and winked. As he headed to the bathroom, he looked back and me and grabbed his shirt, revealing his shapely buns in their spandex. I saw a dark streak in the crack of his shorts. I raised my eyebrow and followed him to the shower. He stripped down and showed me his sexy ass, spreading his cheeks. As he bent over the edge of the tub, I saw a glob of cum ooze out of his puffy hole. My boy was proud of himself. I leaned forward and lapped it up. ‘Fresh cream?’ He giggled and moaned as I lapped at his slutty freshly fucked hole. Turns out, he’d taken a different route through the park today and saw a handsome stranger leaning against a tree. He told me everything as I ate his cummy hole. He made an extra loop and passed by the man again, this time with a buddy standing together. When he ran by again, he pulled his shirt up over his head and slowed down, sliding his hands down his tight abs into his shorts. One of the guys winked and gestured to the bushes. My boy ran a few steps ahead of them and leaned against a tree, pulling his shorts down below the cleft of his ass. Without even looking around, one guy whipped a big hard cock out and slid right in, raw. The other guy was whispering filthy things, ‘take that raw dick, slut!’ ‘You want that load, don’t you?’ My boy just moaned approval. The other guy had whipped his dick out too, and my boy saw a telltale biohazard tattoo peeking out of his pubes as he jerked off. The wanker was about to cum, but the guy pounding my boy didn’t want to stop, so he aimed his dick at my boy’s lower back and shot his load where gravity would deliver it to its rightful home. The extra lube and fucking that POZ load was too much for the top stranger to take and he fired his load deep into my boy’s ass. Before my boy could catch his breath, the men were gone. My boy tucked his shirt into his pants to cover the seed oozing out of him and headed right back to me, eager to share his fresh deposits. I got so hot I couldn’t help but spit some of the cum I’d been savoring in my mouth onto my dick and jammed myself into my boy’s freshly bred hole. It only took me a few moments to add my load to those already simmering in his guts. We showered together and ate breakfast. I knew next Saturday we’d go jogging together.

I sat there in my chair, one of many arranged in a circle in some badly lit room at the community support center. 19 years old, 5’6”, dirty blond shaggy hair and 120 pounds of barely even muscled twink. The counselor thanks the last guy for sharing his traumatic experience and motions for me to stand and introduce myself. I stand and clear my throat. “Err hi? My names Tom, I’m 19 and I guess I’m here to talk about what happened to me last month…” One month earlier I’d had sex with guys before but I was always the top, until I let my best friend fuck me earlier this year. It changed everything. If I had known that bottoming was so great I would have done in years ago and if my friends 4 inch dick could feel that good I wanted something bigger and better. I bought myself a plastic vibrator and a bottle of amyl, it got deeper much deeper than my friend but somehow just wasn’t the same. After reading a lot of sex stories online I decided what I needed was to go to a bathhouse, the hottest stories were over guys roughly taking dick after dick, I jerked it multiple times over the bareback stories but I wasn’t going to risk anything like that. I wasn’t out as gay yet so I needed a place I wouldn’t get caught out, after checking squirt for a good place to go, I found a sauna that looked fairly discreet and one or two guys mentioned stealth in the comments. Seemed like the best place to go unnoticed. 3 hours later after a deep clean, I nervously walked up to the 4 story matte black building, pushed open the large red door and made my way upstairs. The man behind the glass window looked me up and down before asking for ID, after giving me another look he passed it back. ‘Room or locker? Lockers $15 and rooms $40, first time?’ ‘Uhh yeah, do I need a room?’ The guy smirked, ‘no you don’t NEED a room but it makes things easier’. I just shrugged and pulled out $40. ‘I’ll take a room then’ The guy gave me a key and towel and buzzed me through. ‘Find your locker and strip off, towels only past the locker room and your rooms on level 3 kid’, he called as the door closed behind me. The room smelt like the locker room at high school except for the addition of the amyl smell I’d come to know so well. I made my way through the dimly lit locker room and after copping a few odd glances and slap on the ass, I found my locker and started to strip off. Even the years or PE at high school never got me over the embarrassment of undressing in front of so many other guys. I definitely never got so many blatant stares as I stripped off my briefs and quickly wrapped myself in my towel. Clutching my towel around my waist in one hand and the bottle of amyl in the other, I followed a guy through the only other door in the locker room and into room with what looked like two hot tubs and a raised glass walled platform between them lined with showers so you could see the guys showering from the outside, beyond that both a wooden door marked SAUNA and a frosted door marked STEAM. I must have stopped walking as I noticed one guy with his hands on the shower glass as another fucked him from behind as a guy tapped me on the shoulder and asked in my ear, ‘First time kid?’ I made a girlish noise as I was shocked out of my staring, earning a few laughs from other guys in the room as I turned and looked at the guy. He was 6’1”, black and muscled with tattoos up his firm arms, chest and stomach, a guy straight from one of my favorite stories and very close. I don’t know how my face felt so hot when so much blood was rushing elsewhere. ‘Y…yeah, first time’. Holding up the key around my wrist like an idiot. The black god before me chuckled at my awkwardness and pushed my hand down after giving the key tag a glance, ‘Well how about I show you around and help you find your room? You look a bit nervous’. Putting his hand on the back on my shoulder and turning me towards the stairs, we were half way to across the tiled floor before it occurred to me to reply, my mind occupied with keeping the folds of my towel over the erection inside. ‘Thanks, that would help, um.. my names Tom’. ‘Nobody uses real names here kid, if you make the right impression someone might give you a name but otherwise we don’t care’ he said sternly as he half pushed me up the stairs. ‘Wet area back down there, dark rooms and glory holes on this level. You should check them out before we find your room, perfect for first timers.’ I nodded dumbly as he led me through the dim hall ways, my wide eyes drawn to the other guys walking past in towels, some over their shoulders, some with not a towel in sight. Coming up to a line of doors we stopped and he turned me to face him. ‘Ever sucked a cock kid?’. ‘Yeah a few’, nervousness twisting my stomach at the chance to suck the dick of such a hot guy. ‘Good, start in here’ He said opening a one of the doors to reveal a small dark booth with dim red bulb providing enough light to reveal a foot long slit cut in the wall about head height. ‘You need to calm down kid, lock yourself in here and suck some dick, you wanna stop being so nervous right? This will help, but you gotta give me your key and towel so I can take them up to your room’. It sounded reasonable so I stepped inside, unwrapping myself and handing over my key, towel and amyl. He refused the amyl saying, ‘No you wanna keep that, take long deep sniffs. Come on take one now, no not like a pussy, longer kid, until you can’t take in any more’. I did as I was told, my head and chest feeling hot and my head a little dizzy. ‘yeah that’s right, keep that shit up when you can and make sure you suck whatever comes through that hole, you’ll love it trust me. Lock the door and I’ll knock when I get back’. And the was gone, the door closing and leaving me in the dark space. With shaking fingers I latched the door and turned to see the door close in the other room and a barely lit crotch press up against the hole, I stepped up to the hole, swallowing the lump in my throat and gently took the hard shaft jutting from the wall. Berating myself for being such a pussy and reminding myself that this is the stuff I came for, like in the stories. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the guys cock. I started sucking and bobbing my head, hearing the guys on the other side moan and grunt his needs. ‘Yeah man’, ‘That’s good’ and ‘Watch the teeth’ before his cock throbbed and with a loud ‘Fuck yeah’ came in my mouth, 5 spurts and a gulp later, the cock pulled away and the guy left. Less than a minute later another man stepped into the booth, latched the door and stepped up to the slit. This guy was short but his cock was much longer. Taking hold of his shaft with both hand I began to stroke the biggest cock I’d even seen, marveling at the fact it was long enough to fill both my palms. ‘Stop fucking playing and suck it man’ He growled from the other side. Startled but turned on my the aggressive attitude I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking. ‘Come on take it deeper’. I tried to take more of his dick, but kept gagging every time he hit the back of my throat. I pulled away coughing, uncapping the amyl I took another deep sniff, the guys kneeling to look through the hole. ‘Shit man your young, yeah take another hit, that’s right. Come here and let’s see if you can take more’. By now my head was spinning as I recapped the bottle and stepped forward, the man on the other side reached through the slit and guided my head back to his dick, clutching a handful of hair on the back of my head and ramming it down my throat. I dropped the bottle and slammed my hands up against the divider, my forehead slamming up against the sides on the wooden slit as I gagged around the cock trying to force it’s way even deeper. My eyes watered as I tried to push back, the attempt just making the pain of pulled hair worse as he just gripped tighter. With a final shove, my chin pressed against his balls, my throat spasming around the guys member as I struggled to both breath and push away. ‘Fuck yeah, that’s more like it. Come on start sucking and breath through your fucking nose’. Using my hair for leverage he pulled my head back enough for me to suck in some air through my nose before forcing me back down to start gagging again, then repeated the action and setting up a rhythm. Hands pressed against the smooth black painted wood I struggled and gagged against the treatment, breathing when I could and tears running down my cheeks. The hair in his grip hurting with every pull but hurting less if I didn’t struggle against it, a constant string of verbal abuse getting more and more forceful as he worked himself closer to climax with my throat. ‘Yeah suck it faggot’, ‘Take my fucking dick’, ‘ Fucking gonna rape that throat’, ‘Gonna nut, take it cunt’. With 3 final sharp thrusts, not allowing me another breath he held my head down against the partition as his cock hardened further and throbbed, spewing his load down my throat. Desperate for air I started pounding on the wall, yet still he held me there, hard cock lodged down my throat until with a last throb he roughly pulled himself free and released my hair. I fell back and rolled over as a coughed and spluttered, his load running out my nose as I continued to cough and struggle to drawn in more air. Just then I heard a knock on the door and my guide called out, ‘Sounds like your done in there, come on out kid. I wanna show you the dark room’. To be continued..

Paying Our Dues, Part 2 "It's time, boy" Carlos said to Juan, who looked back nervously. "Knock him up, just like you did to us" Carlos said to me. He was staring at me and his eyes had a cold, soulless look to them, just like his voice. I walked over to Juan and saw that Tim was back on his hands and knees, staring at me too. Running my hand over Juan's smooth bubble butt, I felt it tremble. After a few strokes, I dragged my finger along the crack, pushing deeper each time until it found his puckered hole. It winked around my finger as I pushed it in. The only moisture was the sweat from Juan's ass, but that didn't deter me. My dry finger slowly sank in until it was buried all the way. I twisted it around, making sure to dig my fingernail into the soft tissue. He winced as I did it but didn't utter a word. I worked his hole like this for a minute or two and then added a second finger. My eyes looked over Juan's body and while his ass was firm and unmarked, the welts and scars on his back told a different story. Since Juan was used to taking Carlos' cock, the pair of fingers slid in easily. My fingers twisted and dug in and when I thought he had enough I leaned in and said "On your back." I left my fingers in and let him rotate around them. His ass was a little too far forward, but a quick tug on his legs from my free arm brought it hanging over the edge and his legs up on my shoulders. Looking down at him, I could see the fear in his eyes. He quietly said "I'm scared" and I chuckled to myself thinking "How much death and pain has he witnessed while helping out his gang and now he was scared?" Leaning in, my cock nudged at his rear entrance and I whispered to him "You can always go back to jail instead of serving Carlos." He shook his head 'no' vigorously and I slowly covered his mouth with my hand. "Good choice. My bug will kill you, not a knife or a rope" I said sarcastically. My hips pushed harder until my cock had breached his sphincter and stopped. Juan's entire body shook underneath me, knowing what I was about to do. Just like Carlos did to Tim, I jabbed in hard, planting over half of my cock inside him on the first thrust. My hand muffled most of the scream that burst from his mouth, but that was the only noise in the room. The pause that followed was only a few seconds but then I gave another hard shove and planted my cock to the root. He was squirming, trying to escape but I had him pinned to the bed and he couldn't move anywhere. Slowly, my hips pulled back until just the last inch of my cock was inside. My hand still was covering his mouth and once again it muffled the scream as I slammed in fully. Juan's cock laid there completely limp, showing that this abuse did not excite him at all. I felt his ring spasm around my cock, trying desperately to expel the intruder. My cock wasn't going to stop and while I may pull back, I was also going to plow all the way back in as well. Another hard thrust and then I needed to properly fuck him. It was perverse, but I was enjoying doing what Carlos couldn't. For whatever reason, he was unwilling to stop his meds and get viral enough to charge up his boy. I, however, didn't have any such inhibitions. A few minutes later and the thrusts had a steady motion and my body was bouncing off of Juan's ass. He was stretched out enough by then that the screams had subsided but I kept drilling. I'd watched the expression on Juan's face morph from fear to pain and now pleasure mixed with pain. In fact, I'd been so preoccupied with Juan, I didn't notice Carlos walking around. I had glanced a few times and saw Tim staying in position watching me fuck Juan. Suddenly, I heard a loud "WHACK!" next to me, followed by Tim's scream. Another "Whack!" and a muffled scream from Tim's face that was now buried in the bed. "That's what I do to a boy who doesn't know his place" Carlos barked out. He held the flogger up high, ready to deliver a few more slaps if he deemed it appropriate punishment. There was no way I was going to interfere with Carlos' retribution. I hadn't even realized I had stopped fucking Juan and the silence in the room was uncomfortable. I started plowing Juan with occasional glances over to see what Carlos was doing. There was another loud "WHACK" followed by a grunt from collegeboy which told me he was getting fucked again. "Leather hitting an unblemished ass really gets my dick hard" Carlos said while slamming into Tim's ass. Carlos had his hand on the side of Tim's face, pushing it into the bed as he fucked. I spread Juan's legs wider while my engorged cock plowed even further past his inner ring. I watched his eyes roll up into his head as he groaned loudly. Juan was probably as fertile as he was going to get and my balls knew it. His chute was coated with a liberal amount of precum which made each thrust much easier than thirty minutes earlier. I pulled slowly out and held him there a minute, looking back and forth from his gaping hole to his panicked face. "Oh fuck NO!" he yelled out as I slammed back in as hard as I could. With my cock planted as deep as I could get it, it started to shoot jets of my toxic seed deep into the inner chamber. I growled out and my body shook as I bred Carlos' boy. "Yeah! That's it pozzer, knock his ass up!" Carlos yelled at me. At that point I knew what I was to him - a tool for his desires. Just a hired gun to infect his sub. It turned me on, though. Pumping my infected cum into a neg hole was something I loved to do. "FUCK!" Carlos yelled out as he emptied his second load into collegeboy. Apparently, watching me breed Juan got him off and he filled Tim with his bugless load. I rocked my hips, working my cum into the walls of Juan's battered chute. Tears were streaming out of his eyes, but I had a wicked grin on my face. I pumped two more loads into Juan that night before Carlos sealed the cum in with a large butt plug. Collegeboy got one more load and a half dozen lashes from Carlos while I had fucked Juan. Judging by the hardness of Tim's cock when he was being disciplined, he had found a new kink that he really liked. I was exhausted and my balls were completely drained. Tim was laying on the bed and seemed to be in the same state, except all of his viral cum was still in his balls. Juan was now kneeling on the floor next to the bed, looking terrified but staying quiet. I looked over and Carlos had just wiped down the flogger and was putting it in it's storage container. He turned and started walking back towards us. "Same time next week" Carlos said. It wasn't a question, it was an order and just like this meeting, one that we shouldn't miss if we knew what was good for us. Collegeboy and I followed Carlos up the stairs, leaving Juan behind. We dressed next to the front door and just as I was about to open it, Carlos said "Your boyfriend might be allowed to fuck next week if he behaves. I wouldn't want to break that soft skin of his with a whip." Tim's eyes got big and he said quietly "I understand, sir."

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The new roomie Blacked out again all drunk. I couldn't take it any more. I just took what I wanted to fucked his Virgin cunt until I flooded it with my toxic ball juice. He screamed and begged me to stop as he came to, however it was to late I was to far into it to even think about stopping. I told him shut your mouth pussy and take me cock like tough jock Or I will tie you down and invite all my friends over to breed your cunt. I got to dump 2 hot loads into him. He passed out once I was done so I licked and sucked his cock and balls

The next one got a little long, so I broke it up into two parts... ------------ Paying Our Dues, Part 1 I kept walking by the dining table that now had a paper sack containing my prescription as a centerpiece. It was still stapled shut and the long receipt was folded and sitting alongside. Some days I would chuckle and doubt I would ever open it up and other times I'd remember what made me go on meds last time. "It wasn't time, yet" I told myself. A few nights after I had been down to Dragonboy's place I was sitting on the couch watching a really bad horror flick on TV. I'd smoked a few joints so it seemed a lot better than it really was. Funnier, anyway. In the movie, a cop jumped out of his squad car and started fighting the zombies. The cop immediately reminded me of Carlos. "Fuck!" I yelled out. If I put Carlos off much longer I was going to be hearing him knocking at the door. I grabbed my phone and sent a message off to collegeboy - "remember cop @ park?" It didn't take long and he replied "omg why". I sent back "remember deal?" "fuck" he answered. "u will b" I replied, chuckling and hoping he was the only one getting fucked. I rummaged around and found the card Carlos gave me when he caught us in the park. I had never bothered to look at it before and the only thing on it was an email address and a phone number. And maybe a cum stain or two. I picked up my phone and was about to call him but I realized I needed to know when collegeboy was going to be available. A few messages back and forth gave me some times he could meet up and satisfy Carlos. I dialed the number, not knowing what he really wanted. All I knew was that he hadn't forgotten and it was probably not a good idea to piss him off. It went to voicemail and I left a message - "Hey. This is Craig. You gave me your card and wanted to meet me and my buddy. Give me a call back and we can set something up." I left him my cell number and set the phone down. It didn't take long and I got a call back. He was light on the details but Thursday night at eight I was to be over at his place with collegeboy, ready for action. Over the next couple days I had a few messages from collegeboy who seemed to be getting more nervous each time. "I'll be there. I won't let anything get too far out of hand" I told him. I'd also told him to be prepared, since I knew Carlos could get pretty rough and he should show up all prepped to get fucked hard. We met down in the lobby and caught an Uber to the address Carlos gave me. It turned out to be a nice 3 flat on a quiet side street with a tall black wrought iron fence outlining a well manicured small front lawn. I pressed the buzzer for apartment 'A', and the lock buzzed a few seconds later letting us in. When we got to the front door, another lock buzzed and we walked into the vestibule and over to door 'A'. The door slowly opened and Carlos stood there in a pair of worn jeans and black military boots. It had been a while since I had seen him out of uniform and if anything he looked even better than last time. His chest was chiseled with a light dusting of hair over each pec. A tribal scorpion tattoo hid among the fur on his left pectoral and a thin trail of fur led down past a very defined six pack into his jeans. His biceps bulged and the muscles tapered down to his wrist. I knew of a few fisting bottoms that would love to feel that forearm inside them, but most guys would be lucky to take much past his wrist. "Both of you, strip" he said as the door closed. While I wasn't much for taking orders, this one was one I did obey. Collegeboy neatly folded his clothes and placed them on top of his shoes by the door. I did the same, but mine weren't so neat. We followed Carlos over to a door and down the stairs into the basement. The open area had been divided into three sections, a storage area at the back, an office set up for gaming in the middle and a large bedroom area in the front. Carlos led us to the bedroom area and once there I realized it wasn't a bedroom at all. It had a bed, yes, but also had a large cage, metal wire shelves lined one wall with numerous plastic containers on every shelf and several strong eyelets were screwed into the reinforced ceiling joists. "What's your name?" Carlos asked with his best cop voice while looking at collegeboy. "Tim, sir" collegeboy replied meekly. Over the past few years I had made it a point to not learn the names of my hookups. Their screen name or some other nickname I gave them was good enough to get by since I was trying to follow my "don't get too close" mantra. Dragonboycn had become dragonboy, odyssey2002 became collegeboy, etc. Here I was, getting another bit closer to collegeboy. At least it wasn't my choice to find out his real name. "On the bed, Tim. On all fours. You know the drill" Carlos said, a little softer this time. Collegeboy climbed on the bed which was covered in a rubber sheet. I imagined that not a lot of sleeping had been done on the bed, except from an exhausted bottom, and the rubber sheet made cleanup easy after getting coated in lube and various bodily fluids. Tim looked really sexy once he was in position, crouched down with his ass high and hanging off the edge with his head nearly flat on the sheet. I was distracted looking at Tim and didn't realize that Carlos had pulled a metal chair over near the bed. When I realized it was there, it was a good six to eight feet away from collegeboy and on an angle so you could see his whole profile. "Have a seat, pozzer" Carlos said to me. I took a glance back at the chair and sat down on the wood seat and realized that it was very heavy and sturdy. My gaze was still on Tim, wondering what Carlos had in mind. "Put your hands behind you" Carlos said, this time in a calm, soothing voice. Before I had realized what I had done, the click of the metal handcuffs told me I had just made a huge mistake. "Damn, that was easier than I thought it would be. Guess you can be a good subbie if you need to be. I'll remember that" Carlos said with a sneer. As I started to object, Carlos wrapped a velcro strap around my left ankle and the chair leg. I tried to fight him off with my one free leg, but it was a losing battle and soon he had my right leg strapped on the other front chair leg. "Fuck!" I muttered and Carlos looked back at me, quietly laughing. He let out a loud whistle and I heard some feet scampering down the steps. Looking over, a naked hispanic guy about collegeboy's age, with long hair in a ponytail came around the corner. The guy came closer and I could see him better in the dim light. He had a sturdy leather collar with a ring on the front around his neck and numerous tattoos all over his arms and chest, a few I recognized as gang markings. His body was slender with little of the muscle definition Carlos had. The tail reached over halfway down his back and he had multiple piercings in each ear. "Boots, Juan" Carlos barked out and the guy hurried over and was on his knee untying the boots Carlos was wearing. Once untied, each boot was carefully removed and then the pair was set over near the foot of the stairs. Carlos removed his jeans followed by some tight black trunks, handing both of them over to Juan. Juan folded both and then placed them on a chair near the boots. Carlos walked in front of me, stroking his semi-hard cock and stopped a few feet away. I remembered his cock - it was the thing that drew us together all those years ago. We had the same length, the same girth, and both of us were uncut with the foreskin overhanging just slightly. It was like we were fucking ourselves. I ended up fucking him more than he did me, but that's the way I wanted it. Once the novelty of feeling what my bottoms felt wore off, which was very quick, I realized I was strictly a top. Carlos looked at Juan and pointed at a spot next to me on the floor. "Kneel, boy" he commanded and Juan did exactly as he asked - kneeling on the floor with his hands held behind his back with imaginary cuffs. "Here's how this is gonna go. I'm gonna fuck your boy. Or is it boyfriend? I never pegged you for being a relationship kind of fag, but you two looked so cute jogging together over to the bushes to fuck, so maybe you are" he said. Carlos paused and then continued "Just like every guy in this city, I'm horned up and haven't been getting much other than nailing Juan here almost every day. I've pumped hundreds of loads into him over the past two years, proving those meds really do work 'cuz he's still neg as of yesterday. But, I need variety and as good as his straight ass is, I need someone new. That's where your boy comes in. If he'll take your charged up seed then he won't mind my medicated load." He stopped again and looked back and forth between collegeboy and I. He raised his eyebrows and looked disapprovingly at me and asked "I assume you're the one that knocked him up. Or did you whore him out to a bunch of your toxic buds?" "I did him" I replied coldly. "I'm sure you're proud of that too. Another notch on your bedpost. Well, that's the second part of this. Once I've done your boy, you get to use my boy. Juan here is a rescue. I own him now after saving him from the county jail where he was being raped all day long until one of the rival gang members tried to earn points for taking him out. He took a few stabs the first time and another two the second time before I gave him an offer he couldn't refuse. The judge seemed to agree with me that an ass that good couldn't go to waste. So, instead of doing his time in jail, he does it here. Everyone wins. He doesn't get killed in jail, I get a slave to do anything I want and the city gets one more gang member off the street" Carlos explained. I looked at Juan and the blank stare he had told me that the story was pretty much true. The only part that was missing was my involvement. Carlos could see my confusion and then said "I was looking for another way to bond him and me and when I found out you were pozzing Tim, I knew what it was. Juan is going to have the same bug inside him that I do. The one you so generously gave me without warning, letting me find out during my annual physical with the department doc. And as a bonus, since you told me Tim now likes to breed, he will get to add his strain to Juan's currently HIV-free body." My mind was buzzing trying to grasp the sick shit that Carlos was telling me. My dick was getting hard at the thought too. I wasn't sure if this was part one of a repeating scene where we fuck Carlos's sub until we know he is poz or if it was a one time gig. Carlos walked over behind Tim, spread his ass apart and spit on the tight hole. I knew it wasn't enough lube and I didn't know if collegeboy had pre-lubed before coming out tonight. The scream he yelled out when Carlos rammed his cock into Tim's ass told me he hadn't or at least not well enough. The fuck wasn't really all that different than my first fuck with collegeboy, but in that case I was doing it to give my bug the best chance of infecting him. Carlos just fucked hard because that's how he likes it. There were no short strokes getting longer until he was fully planted inside Tim's chute. The first plunge went half way and then every one after it were full strokes and sometimes more. I had always been impressed with collegeboy's stamina and ability to take a rough fuck without much complaint. But as I watched it now as an observer instead of as the top, I wanted Carlos to go easier on him. Carlos couldn't poz him again, so what was the point other than he was a sadistic fucker that loves to see his bottom in pain. After several minutes, he bent over Tim's back, pushing his shoulders the rest of the way to the bed as he relentlessly pounded his ass. I looked over and Juan still had that blank, emotionless stare in his eyes. I'm sure watching collegeboy get fucked gave him a new perspective on how he had been drilled the past two years by Carlos. As we watched, Carlos slowed down and pulled himself free of Tim's hole before tossing Tim's body on his side and then hoisting his legs over his shoulders. He slid in a lot easier this time and collegeboy let out a loud moan. Carlos looked over while he was drilling Tim and said "Suck him, boy." Juan immediately crawled over between my legs. My shaft was hard as a rock and Juan had his face buried in my crotch sucking the head into his mouth in only a few seconds. It was a decent blowjob, but I could tell it wasn't something he loved to do. "You like taking poz dick, boy?" Carlos asked Tim. "Hell, yes, sir. Too bad yours isn't toxic" collegeboy replied. It wasn't what Carlos wanted to hear and he slammed his dick in hard, making Tim stifle a scream. "You're going to be lucky to get any dick or ass soon. Once guys find out you're poz no one's gonna want to fuck you. Just the other poz guys and the clueless ones" Carlos said while he started fucking faster. After a few minutes, Carlos said "Shit, you're gonna stealth em all, just like your breeder." Tim didn't reply verbally, but I could see a smile on his face. Juan was bouncing on my cock, coating it with a lot of spit. I looked down his back and his butt looked so good. It was one of those small bubble butts that almost look like they're not real. Firm, smooth, with a nice gloss on it from the sweat. It was going to look good wrapped around my cock and the thought immediately made my cock start to drip. With my legs and hands bound, all I could do was watch, though. I looked up and saw Carlos slam in and grind his hips on collegeboy's ass. It was a move I did many times when I fucked Tim and was always rewarded with him trying to coax a load of cum out of my cock. Carlos growled and I was pretty sure Tim was doing the same thing to his cock. I even laughed quietly, but loud enough for Carlos to hear. "What's so fuckin funny?" Carlos barked out. I smiled and waited a moment before saying "He milked your cock really hard when you shoved into him just now, right?" "Yeah, what's it to you?" Carlos asked. "He may be young, but he knows how to get what he wants. Feels damn good too, but you're gonna be dumping your load in him soon whether you plan on it or not" I replied. "I do it when I want to" Carlos grunted out. I knew that collegeboy had him exactly where he wanted him. Those strong, young muscles were going to work his shaft and make sure that Carlos bred him a lot sooner than Carlos wanted. "FUCK!" Carlos yelled out before slapping Tim's ass hard. I'd been in the same position a few times and while Tim pretended to loosen up and "learn his lesson", he would wait a minute and then clamp his ass down and then flex his ring around the cock in his ass until it was shooting every drop Tim's ass could suck out of it. Sure enough, just as Juan pushed his face all the way into my crotch while wedging my cock in his throat, collegeboy attacked with his ass. "FUCK!! FUCK, FUCK! NO!!! God damn it boy, you're gonna pay for this!" Carlos screamed out while I watched his body twitch. I laughed again, this time much louder. Juan pulled off my cock and looked back to see what was so funny. He shook his head and went back to tending to my cock. After a minute, Carlos pulled out and started taking a few steps in my direction. I realized I wasn't in a position to antagonize him. "Up!" he called out and Juan very quickly obeyed. A finger pointed to the bed and Juan was crawling on it next to Tim in a second. Carlos crouched down and removed the velcro straps holding my legs and then went behind me and took off the cuffs. He tapped me on the shoulder and I stood up....

Hunter noticed that Chris always ended up on top of Tyler. This was how they would fuck he decided. He pulled off his shirt and reached back to the side table and said, "You boys want lube? I'll just set it here if you do." He put the bottle on the bed near them. Chris and Tyler looked over to him and at the bottle and Hunter knew what was going through their minds. "Youve never used lube have you?" The boys shook their heads. "We just cum from rubbing against each other" Tyler said. "We dont need it." "Youve never jerked each other off or anything? You could also use it if you take things further. You know, maybe if you decide to fuck." He left it there. But he did notice that Tyler seemed to be lingering on Hunter's chest. It was hairier than the boys. Maybe Tyler liked older hairy guys. He would test that later. "You boys make a lot of precum anyway so maybe you could use that as lube." The hits were working on Chris and he saw that Hunter was creating an opening for him to push Tyler to do more. He grabbed the bottle of lube and raised himself to his knees. Tyler raised himself onto his elbows looking at Chris. Chris flipped open the top and poured a little of the lube onto his hand. He put it up to his nose and smelled it. Nothing. He looked into Tyler's eyes and grabbed Tyler's cock. He began to stroke Tyler's cock covering it with the lube. Tyler sank down and moaned. Stroking his cock never felt so good. Hunter saw an opportunity and grabbed the pipe and torch. Tyler opened his eyes when he heard the click and again raised himself up. Hunter knew he had him. He put the lit pipe up to Tyler's mouth. "Let's see how big a hit you can take." He turned to Chris. "Try that lube on your cock." He winked. They both knew this could happen. He pulled the pipe away and told Tyler to hold the hit longer. Hunter and Chris could see something changing in Tyler's eyes. After he exhaled, Tyler took another big hit. Chris poured lube directly on his cock and started stroking. It felt amazing. "How are you feeling Ty?" Chris asked knowing that something had changed. Tyler was still holding his second hit and nodded. But when he blew the cloud out, he moaned. "This feels really good." Tyler looked down at Chris' cock glistening with lube and rock hard. He wanted that cock more than usual. He couldnt expain it. Chris took two hits and he could feel that he was hornier than he had ever been before. He wanted to fuck. Without Hunters prompting, Chris leaned down to Tyler and shotgunned his second hit. Hunter stepped back as they made out with more passion than before. Hunter noticed that Tyler's legs were wrapped around Chris' waist. He moved to the foot of the bed and saw that Tylers hole was exposed. Chris' balls hung down but Hunter could still see that tight smooth virgin hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some on his fingers. He crawled up onto the bed behind Chris. He crouched down and with his middle finger he teased the outside of Tylers hole and pressed his hole without pushing into him. He felt the heat of the boys hole and the moan from Tyler even muffled by Chris' mouth was loud. Chris had no idea what was happening but he liked that Tyler seemed to be loosening up. He moaned in response into Tylers mouth. Hunter tried to push things further. He lubed up his middle finger again and rubbed Tylers hole beginning to use a little more force until he began to feel the boys hole open for the finger. He felt the tightness of the hole wrap around the tip of his finger. Tyler moaned and unwrapped his legs from Chris and spread them out all while still locked in a kiss. Hunter knew what this meant. He pushed slowly in further without stopping knowing how much Tyler wanted this. And more. He found Tylers spot and began to rub inside him. "What? Oh my...that...what?" Chris pulled up and looked behind him. Hunter slowly pulled his finger out so Chris wouldnt sit on his arm. "I think its time Tyler." Hunter smiled. He always loved this moment watching a boy lose his virginity to another virgin. All with his guidance. Tyler nodded. Hunter grabbed the pipe and torch and gave them to Chris. "I want you guys to do this yourselves this time. Big hits. You can do it. In the meantime, you mind if I get naked?" This was the next step in crossing the lines that they had already established. Hunter told them he wouldnt join in the play but that was just to get them into his bed. Both Chris and Tyler nodded. It didnt matter if they were nodding about the hits or Hunter getting naked or both. They were all going to enjoy this. The boys took their hits with Chris lighting the pipe each time. It was almost sweet how Chris took care of Tyler like that. Little did they know. Hunter could see that the increased high was making them hornier and hornier. They were looking at each other during and after the hits like they had forgotten that Hunter was even there. Chris set the pipe and torch on the bedside table and looked over at Hunter who was naked and fully hard. "Woah Hunter. Youre huge." "You boys like it?" Tyler turned after hearing Chris' observation and his mouth was agape. "I'll take your silence as a yes." "Hey" said Tyler. "Whats with the biohazard tattoo? You a chemist or something?" They all chuckled. They were talking about the tattoo just above Hunter's 9 inch cut and dripping cock. "A chemist? Something like that."

We've all been there at some point I think....that situation where we thought a hot time was to be had, only to end up disappointed and ultimately way more horned up than before what was supposed to happen! That's how this all started. Had been chatting on/off with this guy for some time and finally made plans to play. I had cleaned up/out and put a jock on. In shape, good lookin, green eyes, short dark hair, 38, 5'8", little body hair, smooth defined upper, shaved butt and nutts, 7" thick cut dick and hot ass. Took a viagara, and put on black work boots and a cocking. Got some clothes, lube, etc packed a bag and drove to his place. He told me to park in the open garage, which closed once I was parked. He met me at the door wearing nothing but black work boots and a metal cock ring. He looked very hot. My dick began to grow and my hole twitched a bit. He smiled as he held the door open for me to enter. As soon as we were inside, he grabbed two glasses he called his Great cocktail. Handing me one, he said to drink up. Finished, he told me to strip and put my clothes on a chair. He stood watching making "hmm hmm" and "nice" comments. When I got to my jock he told me to leave that on. He pointed the way and as we walked he slapped my ass a few times. As we entered his bedroom he told me to lay on my back on his four poster bed. He pulled my legs up and over my head, tying each ankle to one of the posts. He then tied each arm to the same post. I was totally exposed. He slapped my hole a couple times then took out lube shooter he had made a booty bump with and a syringe he had prepared. Not a word as he first emptied the booty bump deep inside my hole. it burned for a bit. Then he put a strap around my right arm, and in seconds took it off. "A .5 booty and .35 slam should start things nicely". I coughed hard. ringing in my ears. The Rush was wild. He said he wanted me to simmer a while to give all those chems a little bit to work. He then left the room, turning on a huge projected screen that was split screen - half of a hot porn scene of a guy being gangbanged by a group of super hot masc guys and the other half of his bed with me all tied. My hole was so warm and twitching to be filled. My dick was rock hard and throbbing, leaking jizz into my jock. I began gyrating without thinking about it. The porn scene was so hot. I began saying, "yeah, fuck that hole. Fuck my hole". The slam, the booty bump, the g all were kicking in. I was so horned. I needed dick. I wanted all the studs in the porn to be raping my ass. I couldnt take it and called out. No one answered. I called out again. No answer. I began to freak out a little and got nervous. I couldnt hear anything except the porn on the tv. I shouted out. Nothing. This went on for almost an hour. I started to really panic and was able to free my wrists, then legs. I went looking for the guy, searching each room..the house was much bigger than I thought. finally, found him - passed out on the bathroom floor. I shook him and he woke - started crying about his cat who had died a year ago. He was hysterical. My high quickly was numbed. I ensured he was going to be ok, got my things, put on my boots and went out to the garage, hit the door opener, jumped into my car and headed out. I was so buzzed and horned I didn't realize I was driving wearing only my jock and boots. As I drove, my mind, body, dick and hole were crazed for sex - hot hard fucking. I touched my hole and stroked my dick. Played with my nips. It was too late for clubs. Baths were dead on Tuesdays. I had stopped for a red light thinking about the gangbang porn earlier and kept playing with my nips. I laid back in my seat a little further, raised my left leg up resting my foot on the dash next to the steering wheel and began touching my hole. I closed my eyes moaning at the feeling. Then I was brought back to reality when a loud air horn sound was heard. I froze, looked around, and then saw the truck next to me. Not just any truck. A jacked up high, 4 door, 4 rear tired, custom butch truck. The music pumping heard through the opened windows. The driver was a hot lookin black guy, shirtless, with a smile from ear to ear. He nodded, then licked his lips, then smiled again. I smiled back. He then turned his head facing inside his truck for a second, then turned back towards me while another hot lookin black guy appeared in the window. He looked at me, smiled, and then mouthed, "wanna fuck? U party?" I nodded my head yes. The driver then said to follow him. The light turned green and they went ahead. I followed. We drove for at least 20 minutes to an area unknown to me. A warehouse type area. They parked and the driver stepped out of the truck, pointing me where to park. He was about 6'4", hot build, chaps n boots. I then realized as I began to step out of my car I was only wearing my jock and boots. The driver then said, "hey guy. Curtis here. Looks like we should get inside before someone gets a view of that hot ass!" A whistle sound was heard as the passenger of the truck got out and headed to the front door. He was about 6', tight body, also in chaps. "Nate here". The three of us walked towards the door when I heard another voice, 'Hmmmm, yeah. Gonna have a good time for sure!" coming from another black stud, as he got out of the rear drivers side of the truck. about 5'10", hot build, in chaps and harness. "Cody's the name you're gonna be screamin!" Followed by, "fuckin eh! look at that ass!", now a 4th black guy getting out of the rear passenger side of the truck. He was about 6' tall, musc, in chaps and harness. "James here". Curtis and Nate ahead of me and Cody and James behind me. I began to feel panicked. I had never been with a black guy, let alone four. I slowed my walk and considered my exit options. Just when I got ready to bolt, Cody and James came up on either side and grabbed my arms. they both began licking and touching my nips, each deep kissing me, grunting, rubbing my body. "Now you weren't thinking about jettin were you", Cody said with an evil grin and I was escorted into the building.

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

Honestly, keeping up with your health in general helps a lot even with rectal health. Stay neg if you can, and get on meds if you are poz. I say this because if you are looking to stay alive and want to fuck a long time, your immune system is extremely important. For example anal cancer is on the rise amoung gay men of both statuses, but is higher amoung poz guys. For general anal health there is no huge secret. A high fiber diet and or fiber supplement helps both preparing for sex and dealing with things like potential hemmroids. Get tested regularly for STI’s and potential fissures must mean a healing time and refraining from sex. Cortisone cream helps a lot of inflammation after sex, but also shouldn’t be used everyday. Herpes flare ups are usually apparent and means you shouldn’t get fucked because they can increase the risk of a fissure. Annual anal Pap smears are a good idea as well, precancerous cells can easily be treated but anal cancer itself could mean the end of bottoming and possibly your life. lastly knowing your limits on what you can take is also hugely important, as is just being able to relax during sex. If you can’t relax you drastically increase your risk of a fissure.

Ummm your posts are all over the place man.... one thread you are poz, next you are neg, next you are on prep... sorry but this makes me think everything you post here is made up... not attacking you, there are plenty of people living out fantasies on here, but you really are not consistent...

Tool my first undetectable load today. He was super nice, and was even understanding if I didn’t want to meet up after he told me. I was hesitant at first, but his calm demeanor made me go thru with it. He was thick. Luckily I was able to take him, with the help of some poppers. He worked my hole good. And fuck it felt like a train was leaving my ass when he was pulling out. Can’t wait till next time with him.

Not sure to be honest.. I know a few months ago I took a load and less than 2 weeks later I got a really bad infection and the lymph nodes in my groin were swollen for like a month. Not sure what that means but I wouldn't be surprised if I tested Poz

Started the day horny and started looking this morning. I found a hung Black guy on Grinder. He came by my office, pissed on me and down my throat. He just kept pissing, and I had to keep gulping in order to not make a mess on the restroom floor. I thought he would never stop pissing. Then he turned me over and loaded my hole. After work I stopped at a Latin guys house and faced fucked him, spit on him, and fed him my load. After that I hit up a college boy on Grinder, he already had 4 loads in him, so I went over there and filled him up more.

I love bareback...but I'm not trying to be pozzed. But I also know what being loaded up comes with...it's a chance it'll happen. If it happens it happens

came home yesterday after jogging, sweaty and in tight trousers. in the flat next door, a Polish guy was redecorating, in his 40s, hairy, sweaty and obviously horny. he was smiling invitingly at me when I got to my doow. I smiled back and got inside. whe I came out of the shower, he was on my balcony (easy climb over a small partition) with his trousers down stroking a thick cock. I dropped my towel and got on all 4 in my bed. soon after I could feel his fingers on my nipples (a big turn-on) and his cock trying to penetrate me. I reached down and got the lube from under the bed. soon he managed to get the head in, and started pushing. I almost fainted from the pain, he was big, thick and long. after a while, I could start moving my hips, he didnt like that and started slapping my ass and telling me to stop. then he turned me around and fucked me while he told me what a little whore I was. I though he was cuming inside me, but then he stopped, He held me tight and stood up, still with his ciock inside me, he pushed me aginst the wall with my legs on his shoulders. the he fucked me deeper than anyone else has. and soon after he came. when he put me down, I collapsed. he put his trousers back on and left. cum still dripping from mu asscunt, it feels so open!

We’re using our anuses for things they are decidedly not designed for, and sometimes even allow other men to use that part of our anatomy in ways that they know will intentionally cause physical trauma. Of course we experience anal health issues. Providing hole for bareback sex, if you do it for long enough, will inevitably get you infected with STDs. It’s a question of sheer mathematical probability. So far, I’ve been knocked up with gono and chlam twice each, and siphylis once, and of course HIV, all administered up my cunt. I’ve had the occasional hemorrhoid, but they’ve never caused me any real trouble. Anal fissures, on the other hand, are show stoppers, and there is no pain like them. I ultimately had to undergo surgery to deal with mine. I give them 0/10 Do Not Recommend. The human digestive system is meant to be a one-way street, but we keep driving things the wrong way up its narrow alley. It’s meant to be self-cleaning, but we keep flooding it with repeated washings. We introduce all manner of foreign substances that should never be in there, from urine to alcohol to vegetables to other people’s unwashed unmentionables, along with all the foreign germs that come with them. So the least we can do is try to maintain as much of the natural function as possible with diet, hydration, and extra fiber. Pelvic floor exercises are a good idea as well to try to maintain internal muscle tone. Every bottom has an ass issue sometime. It comes with the role. Indeed, the fact that ass problems are discussed so relatively uncommonly strikes me as evidence that most of these stories of hard-pounding ass-wreckings with ten-inch monster cocks are pure fiction - you don’t come out the other end of something like that without at least a little ass trauma to tell about.

Oh here, where do I start? Haemorrhoids are definitely a problem. I’m not sure if I’m just prone to them anyway or if sex exacerbates them. There’s plenty can be done about them medically but I tend to just keep them controlled with a medical ointment called Scheriproct (it’s a local anaesthetic mixed with a steroid) every once in a while. Honestly they’re only noticeable if I’m pushing my ass muscles out, which is the opposite to relaxing it to take a cock, so apart from one time I was getting fisted and one burst, no top has ever seemed to notice. Haemorrhoids are just veins that are actually meant to be there, the problem is when they swell up and become painful and noticeable or bleed. I got a fissure twice. They are horribly painful. Both times I had gonorrhoea and a shot cleared it up. Regular STI checks for those. Rectal chlamydia a number of times, but that never caused symptoms. Syphilis which I can only assumed I acquired rectally since I know the guy who gave it to me and that was where his cock went. Again no symptoms. Again regular check ups needed. And I had a bit of a saga with anal warts and needed a cream called imiquimod for a while, but they settled down and went away. Most people get the HPV virus that causes them at some point, it’s just that a lot of people don’t get symptoms. Again the key is regular check ups. It sounds like I’m a walking petri dish of disease, this is all over a long period of time. I tested clear of everything a couple of weeks ago and was getting complimented on my nice ass as recently as the weekend. I think getting these things occasionally is just part of being a bareback bottom. The main thing is you treat them.

All right, you asked for it, lol. Here's the final instalment. Epilogue Several months later… I left the crowd behind me as I stepped on to the back porch of the fetish bar, not caring about the almost negative wind chill, and winter’s hateful snowfall. Thank goodness that whole nonsense with the Covid is over, and people are out enjoying themselves again. And the boys are as hungry as ever, making up for lost time, and plundering holes and nutsacks as much as they can. A lot of earlier limits don’t matter so much now - barely legal, geriatric, pretty, overweight, meth heads, toxic - they are all practically foaming at the mouth for sex. The best part is they don’t even ask status anymore. I’ve put a significant number of notches in my bedpost since my summer visit with Rick as a result. I pulled the Asylum from my motorcycle jacket’s front pocket, clicked open the torch, and a blaze erupted before my face. I turned the thick stick in my mouth, puffed hard, and when the cherry was fully lighted, off went the torch. Rick was right - I *am* a cigar pig, and while my bank account isn’t too happy with the new deduction (nor are my lungs or my doctor), I don’t give a fuck. I’m connected to this, and it’s a great memory of a man I no longer see. As the smoke curled upward, I began to reflect on how I got here. Rick’s bugs did the trick. I went home and back to my normal life, though by the end of the weekend, I bought a full box of fat cigars, a guillotine, and a torch. My house is now powerfully impregnated with their odor. When my sister came to visit, she said, “It smells like a humidor in here.” And every time I fire up, I remember her saying that and how Rick gave me what I wanted. Then the seroconversion came twelve days later. I awoke in the night, frying and freezing at the same time. The bedsheets were already quite soaked with sweat, and it didn’t take me two seconds to realize that Rick actually did it. All it took was one dose of his toxic poz seed, and my destroyed hole, and we were there. I actually had my doubts prior to this night, and talked myself into believing that Rick refused to break character until I was out the door. Ten bucks says he went straight to his chest of drugs and resumed his medication. Then I got only silence from him. No contact whatsoever. No follow-up, no text saying “Hey, how’s your hole doing?”. Just … nothing. The first morning after the conversion, I texted him briefly. “Yo, Rick. It’s happening. I feel like I’m dying. Congratulations, you’re a poz dad! And thank you.” A few minutes passed, then I got back a single emoji as a reply: 😈 No other words accompanied it. Didn’t hear from him again. I think he’s mad at me. It was entirely his decision to come off the meds, but I think maybe he hates himself for it, and doesn’t want to deal with me. I broke his perfect healthy world with my request, and maybe he couldn’t take the stress of it. I really don’t know what happened. His friends say he’s fine, just “super busy”, but no real details of anything about him or his life. But I choose to not cling to people that don’t want to talk to me, so I let it go after a few weeks. And I was unbelievably horny after I was able to walk again. The sickness lasted only a couple days, and it was no worse than the usual flu, though I did have diarrhea rather badly at the start. And then it was over. But the horn - it never fucking stopped! As soon as I felt like myself again, I got on my hookup sites, changed my status on my profiles, and let the world know I was poz. An avalanche of messages and winks and woofs suddenly popped into my message centers, and I was a very busy boy! My hookups went from me just being a bottom ho to a full-on top poz breeder. After the first three days of constant sex, I had to give myself rest. My dick was rubbed so raw that I was getting a scab on the shaft, and my balls were shooting out less and less cum from being emptied so often. They couldn’t turn it out fast enough! So far, I’ve had eleven confirmed conversions, but most of the others are unknown. They didn’t report any change, so I didn’t ask. I fuck them, I dumped a hot charged load in them, and leave them. On to the next one, and I seldom see the same guy twice. It’s about quantity while I’m still super infectious. Guess I’m making up for lost time, too. Eventually it caught up to me when I nailed a prissy bear, and when I told him, “I’m going to infect you now,” he screamed the walls down until his neighbor came, and seeing the bear in restraints - which was his fantasy - and me naked over him… Well, let’s just say I lost a tooth that day. It’ll be a long time before I go back into that part of the city. But I have no regrets. I would have liked to have more control over when it happened, but as it was my inevitable destiny, I may as well embrace it. And I did. My toxic seeds are being spread by others, some known, others not. And it’s fucking empowering. I’m like a nasty poz god, corrupting countless men’s holes without ever leaving my street. It made me chuckle. While lost in these memories, I realized I’d smoked nearly half the cigar, and have been out here almost twenty minutes. I silently stared at the night sky. So many stars. And for some reason, I said aloud, “The seeds that go out from my body. Look at the stars. I cannot count them, but so shall my seed be.” It was a perverted quote and I found it hilarious. As my mind wallowed in the humor of the situation, I flicked my ash over the wooden balcony. “I never took you to be a biblical scholar,” a voice suddenly said next to me. My head quickly turned to the left to face the voice, but I couldn’t make out the face. The alley back here was too damn dark to see distinctly if it wasn’t directly in front of you, plus this space was quite smoky. The person came closer. My eyes widened. It was him. He gave me the once-over at my new look. “Looks like my work was more thorough than I thought.” I was stunned. “Rick! Shit the bed, how have you been?” I was overjoyed at this unexpected reunion. I hugged him tightly and released him quickly. “I’ve been asking around about you since the summer, and no one could give me a straight answer, but fuck! It’s good to see you!” “Easy, bro,” he said, raising his gloved hand. “After we fucked, I needed to get away, so I took a long trip around America. I needed to be away from people, and Covid, and politics, and just took a long extended vacation. I’m back on the meds, and healthy again.” “That’s good.” “Are you happy with the life you’ve chosen?” His usually musical tone was suddenly monotone and discordant. I looked away for a second. I put the Asylum back in my jaw, and pulled up my leather pants by grabbing the belt buckle with both fists. I posed seductively as if for a motorcycle calendar. My Muir cap tipped slightly, and I said, “What do YOU think?” with a big grin on my face. He gave several small nods of the head in approval. “Very good, you look like a genuine leatherman. But what have you done with my… gifts?” He said that last word rather knowingly. I turned my head away ever so slightly. “Oh, you know, the usual. Seedin’ and breedin’. Staying off the meds as long as I can take it. Life is for the living, and I am doing it on my terms.” Non-committal responses? “Steve, you’re an asshole,” I thought to myself. Rick’s face contorted to incredulity. “You’re still not on them? Dude. Fuck.” He shook his head, blinked once or twice, and sighed. “It’s your life. Do what you want. Also, do this.” He pulled his right hand forward, and for the first time, I saw a chain in his hand as a smaller body came forward from behind him. It was a human pup, completely dressed in his fetish gear. A few extra pounds, but his color was definitely blue, and he didn’t speak unless spoken to. The chain in Rick’s hand ended around the pup’s neck. “Dog. I picked this one up in Florida. MONSTER COCK and deadly as fuck.” Rick said proudly. “I’m showing him a good time while I still can. AND he has a greeting present for you. Dog?” The pup cocked his head, listening. “Give him a Cuban Delight,” Rick said to Dog in an evil voice, followed by a grin to match. “Ruff!” He did his best imitation of dog panting. “You’re gonna die tonight.” I could see a fire behind Dog’s eyes. He was also charged, like Rick and me, but with… something different. Curious. 🤔 I stubbed out my cigar, smiling wickedly. I knew I was about to get another upgrade. “This oughta be good.” THE END

Since you freaks can't wait, I'll put in the 2nd part now. ------------------- Part 2 Rick led me down the narrow steps into the basement of the brownstone, still grasping my dick. I could smell a little mildew and the remains of a recently-burned cigar. The beige-carpeted floor seemed unusually stiff under my feet. To my great surprise, we encountered no cobwebs that basements are known for growing. Rick opened a door on his right, which led to an enclosed room with the furnace and water heater, and another door beyond them. Rick unlocked this door, finally releasing my throbbing cock (which was begging for release at the anticipated event). He went into the lightless room, flipped a switch on the wall, and it was suddenly illuminated in dark red. I could make out a sling, shelving on one wall with a variety of bottles that I assumed were either lube or alcohol, a large number of small identical cases that were probably porn DVDs, and an odd-looking chair in an opposite corner. The details of the room were not immediately clear to me, and the deep red of the lights confused my view. Rick closed the door, and ordered me to strip naked. As I did so, he stood silently against the wall and watched me. I gathered up my clothes, which he took and placed somewhere on the other side of the dungeon. “Hop in the sling,” Rick ordered. “I’ll be just a minute.” I did as he instructed, and climbed into the sling. The springs squeaked under my weight, and I began to put my feet through the holders. As I was doing this, Rick was doing something that I couldn’t clearly see, and I heard movement, but my activity with the feet kept me from focusing on whatever he was doing. I heard a drawer open, a little rustling, two sharp snaps, and the drawer closing. I had my feet elevated fairly quickly and awaited his return. I heard a metallic “click”, then the hiss of a torch. The sudden illumination allowed me to see that he was lighting not one but TWO thick cigars. He got the cherry burning in each, and the room was suddenly fragrant with the odor of sweet tobacco. Rick walked over to me and stuck one of the cigars in my mouth. “We’re going to blacken your lungs, faggot,” he said with a shift in his voice. I started to protest, “I don’t smoke, buddy,” but he stuck it in my mouth mid-sentence. “Trust me, you do now. You wanna be a poz pig like me? This is part of that. Optional, but much better if you give in to it. Let me know if it’s too strong for you.” I took a draw on the stick. The acrid taste of burning tobacco filled my mouth, and although I expected it to be akin to a mouthful of fire, it was not. Not one bit. Smooth and cool, and actually quite flavourful. It was clear I had no say in this matter, so I at least gave it a chance. I stuck the big thing in my jaw, and just got used to the feeling. I think I like a cock there better, but whatever. Rick walked to the shelf with the bottles and kept his back to me. I had correctly guessed they were lube bottles. He took one down, popped it open, and turned it upside down to pour into his hand. He might have been checking the thickness of the lube because he closed it loudly, put the bottle back on the shelf, wiped his hands, and got a different one. Rick opened the new bottle, poured some into his other hand, and closed the lid. “This’ll do.” He returned to the sling and placed the bottle in the holder. I tried to regulate my breathing, but between anxiety and the unexpected cigar, it resulted in a lot of loud exhalations. Rick noticed the gar burning in my jaw, and with annoyance, he said, “Hey, those are expensive. Smoke it right or die.” I took the burning rod in my hand and let instinct guide me on smoking it, though I had no idea what I was doing. Rick placed his own cigar in a nearby ashtray, and began to undress. His body was almost totally white as if he had never spent an hour in the sun in his life. The frame was just as I remembered - slender with no muscular development, and a bit of a paunch at the bottom of his abdomen. His dick was a sight to behold - a good eight or nine inches with no foreskin, average thickness, and curved slightly upward. I didn’t get a good look at his ballsack, but I remember they were not particularly droopy. A brown mole sat on the right side of his pelvis. And then I saw something new -- a small but unmistakable biohazard tattoo on the opposite side. Why had I not noticed it before? “Oh, right”, I thought to myself. “He was wearing a jockstrap that night in the bathhouse. The waistband probably covered it so it would be a surprise for anyone lucky enough to remove it.” Rick took the lube bottle in his hand and slicked himself up. Then he brought the bottle right to my butthole and squeezed it hard to get the lube inside me. He began to push hard on the bottle as well, and I felt the breach of plastic in my sphincter. “Ouch,” I said. “Take it easy.” “I thought I told you to smoke, fucker.” This guy had flipped a switch since we were upstairs. I was no longer with a trusted friend, but a guy bent on doing some damage to me for the fun of it. I found myself holding my breath a bit while this passed through my mind. Then Rick replaced the bottle in the holder, crossed the room again, and after wiping his hands, took up his cigar again. He pulled hard on it, and turned back to me. His nose jet resembled a dragon, ready to spit flame and fire at me. It was fucking hot. I was now more acclimated to the cigar, and the room began to get a little foggy. Rick returned to me, and bent over my waiting form in the sling. He got right in my face, and said, “This is your last warning. Are. You. Sure. Because when this train begins, there is no stopping it until you are bred.” Again with the doubt! I trusted him, and while I was enjoying the dominance he was displaying, his demeanour was not something I had mentally prepared for. My mind screamed, “Do not do this!” But I brushed it away, and all hope of reversing this scene was lost when I answered him, “I have to know. I want to be a poz pig.” He weighed my answer with no change of emotion or expression, and without warning, he rammed his cock into me. I winced in surprise, almost burning my chest with the lighted cigar. “Then welcome to hell,” he growled in a low voice. “You’re going to die today. But don’t forget - you asked for it!!”

Somethin's Burning Work had slowed down a bit and I was just sifting through the morning's emails when my phone dinged. The notification was from the pharmacy that my prescription was ready for pickup. It kept distracting me through the rest of the day. I kept thinking "Should I pick it up? Forget about it for a few days, weeks or months?" and finally decided on just leaving it sit there for a few days. What a few days those turned out to be. All hell broke loose and the protests, a few of which I was in, turned to riots. The peace and quiet of the past few months was gone. When the violence subsided a couple weeks later and things started to get back to normal, I remembered my meds and called the pharmacy. My call got automatically transferred to another store a couple miles away. After finding out that my local place was in ruins and all the prescriptions had been reassigned to other nearby stores, I asked how soon the 'script would be ready. It took a little while but they told me I could pick it up in a couple days. Two days later, I got a notification that it was ready for pickup. "Might as well combine two things and jog over to the pharmacy" I thought. I took a long lunch and headed downstairs dressed for a run, but also brought half of the stuff in my wallet to deal with the pharmacy. James, the doorman, looked a little surprised that I was going out for a run and told me "Be careful", which I thought was strange. I started out as usual, jogging over to the lakefront and then north along the lake towards sleazy bush. As I got near, I headed back inland and in the direction of the pharmacy. I got almost four blocks when a cop car went speeding past me and then pulled around the corner and stopped, blocking the sidewalk. I slowed as I approached and the cop was walking around the front of the car. Stopping twenty feet away, I looked and saw Carlos standing there. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asked in that unmistakable authoritarian voice. "Out for a jog and stopping at the drug store for my meds" I replied, trying to figure out why this was such a deal. "Ya know, its probably a bad idea for a guy like you to be out running around after what just happened. Some people might think you're running away from something bad you just did. There's still vandalism and fires getting set..." he said in a slightly friendlier voice. I slowly moved a little closer but was still about eight feet away when I stopped. I was guessing that he was referring to my non-white skin when he said "a guy like you." "Oh, fuck. I didn't think about that. Sorry... I'll just walk the rest of the way. OK?" I answered, "Good idea. You're lucky I was the one that stopped you, since I know you ain't gonna cause any trouble unless it's a hot neg bottom that you've spotted" Carlos replied, adding a little chuckle. I shook my head and laughed, knowing he was right. "And don't forget about our deal. How's the guy from the park? Still shooting blanks?" He asked quietly. I had kind of forgotten about that little incident, but it was suddenly fresh in my mind again. "Nah, he's one of us now. And he's calling himself a top, too" I said in a hushed tone. Carlos chuckled. "Not around me. You were the last top I had and I aim to keep it that way. I expect to hear a call from you in the next week or I'll hunt you down" he said, the humor gone from his voice. "Yes, Officer Ramirez" I said, starting to walk around the front of the squad car. He put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed firmly. "Don't disappoint me, Craig" he said before getting back into his car. "Crap, he knows my name" I thought. I continued my walk over to the pharmacy and noticed a boarded up window on the front and went inside. None of the workers inside the place looked familiar and I wondered what the people from my regular store were doing now that their store was a burned out mess. Especially the cute pharmacist that usually waited on and flirted with me. I wandered to the back of the store to the pharmacy counter and waited for the two people in front of me to get served. It gave me plenty of time to check out the new pharmacist. While the uniform and mask hid most of the details, I could tell that he was a tall, thin guy probably about my age. I got a few glimpses when he pulled his mask down and saw some dark flawless skin, nicely defined cheekbones and a trimmed mustache and goatee. His name tag said "Sanjiv" and I filed it away in my brain in case he showed any interest. I licked my lips behind my mask and felt my cock start to stir. Finally it was my turn and I stopped on the spot marked on the floor. I gave him my name and birthdate while fishing my id, insurance card, drug discount card and credit card out. His eyes got a little big when he pulled up my prescription and he leaned forward and asked "Is this a new prescription for you?" "No, its a refill. I just haven't been able to get it filled for the past few months" I replied, almost on auto-pilot since I was mentally undressing him. "Do you mean you ran out? How long have you been off of this medication?" he then asked, inquisitively. "Yeah, I ran out. It's been about three months since I last took my last dose" I said, wondering what he was going to say. "You have discussed this with your doctor and he's aware of the lapse?" the pharmacist asked, leaning closer. "Yeah, he knows. He told me to cross my fingers and hope there aren't any issues" I replied, chuckling slightly. "Oh... good. Uh, there are condoms in aisle 12 if you need them. Let me get your prescription" he said, turning back to the large wall of bins. Chuckling again, I muttered loud enough for him to hear "Nah, I don't use 'em." He looked through one bin and then another while I stood there watching him. I heard him make a few undecipherable comments as he moved from bin to bin. He got up and went into the back and I heard some stuff being shuffled around. Another couple of minutes later he came back. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I can't find your prescription. It isn't where it was supposed to be. I'll have to re-order it and it should be here tomorrow. Can you come back then to pick it up?" he asked. It sounded suspicious but I decided to follow along and replied in an irritated voice, "What? You can't find it? I got a notification that it was ready for pickup!" "Yes, I know. The system says it's here, but I've looked all over and I can't find it" he replied. "Look again" I said, firmly. A grin came across my face as I watched him stand there nervously. "Yes... sir" he answered and turned around and dug through most of the bins again. When he rifled through the lower bins this time, Sanjiv bent over showing a decent looking butt. He seemed to be flipping so fast he couldn't possibly be reading the names on the prescription bags. He came back a few minutes later and said "Sorry, I can't find it. I'll have a new one expedited. Tomorrow for sure." I wondered how he was expecting this to play out when he suddenly said louder, for anyone in the back half of the store to hear him, say "The restrooms are over by cosmetics. They are locked, I can open them for you, sir." It was an interesting turn and definitely one made by a horny bottom. I looked around and there was no one else waiting for the pharmacy. He came out the door and walked quickly along the back aisle of the store. I followed closely and watched him unlock the door to the restrooms. He headed straight to the men's room and went inside with me right behind him. He stopped in the middle of the room and turned back to face me. "I've been waiting on this for a long time. You got what I need. We have to be quick, though. You're a top, I hope?" he asked staring back at me. "Yeah, I am. You sure you want this?" I replied, grabbing my crotch suggestively. Normally, I wouldn't even think about fucking a guy in this situation. The risk of getting caught was high and the chances of him changing his mind and making trouble for me was also high. But... he had a few things working in his favor - I was horny, he was aggressive and he seemed pretty cute. "Mmmhmm" he answered, turning to the sink and then unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down. "I hope you're serious cuz there's one guy already this month that knows how infectious I am" I said as I pushed down my running shorts. I moved closer, pulling my foreskin back as my cock pried its way between his dark, hairy ass cheeks. The bare head of my cock nestled into the pucker and began to leak in anticipation. Leaning closer, my hand turned his chin so he could see my masked face. "You better share when you're toxic. I don't like to waste my special sauce." "My boyfriend will be the first but he won't be the last. Please go easy, I've only bottomed a few times" he replied quietly, his body quivering in front of me. I felt his hole try to relax against the tip of my cock, but I could tell it was still going to be a tight fit. I chuckled as I turned his head back so it was facing the mirror and covered his masked mouth with my hand. "Nah, its supposed to hurt. I have to tear that chute up to make sure my bug is swimmin' inside you" I whispered in his ear before I thrust my cock into his tight hole. He tried to stifle his scream and my hand muffled a lot of the rest. My dick hurt from the sudden intrusion into his hole, but I knew he was hurting a lot more. His whole body was twitching from the searing pain as he got used to my cock stuffed inside him. I held him there for a half a minute before I began to pull my dick back out. Sanjiv's hole was throbbing around my cock as I withdrew and then I plunged back in. The milking action from his pucker was getting my balls excited and as much as I wanted to pump him full of my poison, I wanted a decent, if quick, fuck to go with it. That's what I gave him. A fast, hard fuck that made him feel every inch of my cock. He did fade out briefly a couple times, but that just made it more erotic for me. For the last two minutes, I wrapped my arm around his neck and hammered him faster until my balls couldn't resist any longer. A half dozen ropes of my diseased cum flooded his colon before I took a few last stabs with my cock and then pulled out. Our dark skin hid most of the possible damage I did to him but I soon found out how badly I wrecked him when I grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser next to us and wiped my dick clean. The white paper towel was now smeared with a red mixture of cum and blood. I held it out in front of his face to let the consequences of our six minute fuck sink in and then rolled it up and pushed it into his ass like a tampon. "Keep my swimmers inside until you get home, ok?" I whispered in his ear. I stuffed my cock back into my shorts and slapped his bare ass before I walked out of the restroom. No one seemed to pay attention to me as I strolled back home with a contented look on my covered face. The same scene happened the next day. I was the disgruntled customer who's prescription was still missing and we ended up in the restroom again. This time in the stall with Sanjiv bent over the toilet taking another dose of viral semen. He was still hurting from the day before and I added a new layer of pain on top of it. The fuck was just as rough as the day before and the toilet paper was the same hue as the paper towel the day before. The third day was another repeat. On the fourth day, the look in his eyes when I approached the counter told me how much he feared another fuck. I've known well used bottoms that couldn't take two of my hardest fucks much less the three he had gotten so far, so I kind of understood. But I still wanted this top guy to be able to pass along my bug to future generations and I felt a fourth dose would do it. With my meds finally in hand, we made our way back to the men's room. I pushed him to the sink and he braced like a good slut. I pulled his pants down and then my shorts. My cock was as rigid as it had ever been and it soon speared his hole. With one hand holding him to my chest, I pulled my mask down and then his. We stared at each other in the mirror and he saw my evil grin while I saw the doubt in his expression. I knew his sexy face would be able to lure lots of victims into his clutches and soon they would have a belly full of toxic seed taking over their clueless bodies. I pulled back and slammed my cock back in, both of us still staring at each other. Or maybe he would tell them and they would beg for his cum not caring how deadly it was. My cock withdrew until just the last inch was inside him and I thrust in again. This time I got a whimper from him and he saw my smile. "I'm going to come back here in a couple weeks. Hopefully, you will have someone filling in for you as you are taking a few sick days. The conversion sucks, trust me on that" I said to him quietly in his ear. His eyes got big and then he nodded 'yes.' "You have one week after that to fuck your boyfriend and knock him up. Plant as many loads in him as you can during that week. Then you're going to invite me over to breed him. I don't care what you tell him, make up any excuse you like, but I'm going to fuck him three or four times over the following week until his body succumbs and he's a knocked up cumdump. Got it?" I said. "But" Sanjiv started to say but I cut him off. "No 'buts' on this. I want to use his ass and guarantee he never shoots another neg load" I said firmly. "I mean, what if it doesn't take and I don't convert?" Sanjiv asked. "Well that would piss me off, but I guess we'll keep going until it fuckin' happens. We'll need to find a new place to fuck though. This one's too risky" I replied. The hammering I gave him next was brutal. His ass was trashed and then I dumped another load inside. This time, there was no yelling or signs of distress. He took the fuck like any good bugchaser should. The paper towel I used to clean off my dick after our fuck was just like the past three days. Maybe a little darker red, but then this was the hardest fuck. I pulled up my shorts and then my mask before grabbing the prescription off the sink. Walking over to the door, I pulled it open and turned back to him just as he pulled his pants up. "Enjoy" I said and walked out the door, through the store and then down the street towards my building. While I walked I thought about his comment about not converting and thought to myself "That wouldn't be the worst thing that could happen - he was a decent fuck. I'll just need to try harder next time."

Thanks! I've got one more written, but nothing more in the pipeline. ------------------ The Dumpster I was still feeling a little rough on Saturday so I was laying in bed and flipping through the apps. I knew I needed to get up and maybe even get out of the condo. I spotted college boy on an app and sent him a message - "Up for a run?" A few minutes later he replied "ok but no cops this time." I had to laugh at his comment but I had to admit I felt the same way. "no cops. cu downstairs in 15" I messaged back. We met in the lobby and I asked "Which way you want to go? Your route or mine?" "How about both?" he replied. I liked his enthusiasm but I wasn't sure I was up for that long of a run. I gave in since I didn't want to let on how the bug was kicking my ass again. We took off out the front door and headed over to the lake first. Turning north, college boy started out taking a faster pace than I was, but I soon caught up to him and we strode along together. We got up to Sloan Park and sitting in the parking lot was a lone police car. When we got close I could see it was Carlos and I gave him a thumbs up and pointed to my mask. We did the loop around the park and waved again as we went by. This time, Carlos was out of his car and leaning on the fender. I chuckled to myself and thought "You're not gonna bust us again." We headed further south and here normally I would turn back toward our condo building, we kept following the running path. Soon, we entered Washington Park and I let college boy lead by a half step. I was really sweating by this time, which wasn't normal for me. The weather was a little cool and we weren't breaking any speed records. I looked at college boy and he seemed to be sweating too, so I thought it must be the humidity or something. Or maybe we were just both out of shape. We made it down the east side of the park and then cut back west. As we got to the big statue of George in the center of the south end of the park, I yelled out "Let's take a quick break." College boy stopped and looked back at me a little annoyed. "Yeah, yeah. I'm out of shape. I've only run one other time in the past two months and you know how that turned out" I said, breathing a lot heavier than I normally would during an easy run like this. "OK, but we can't stop long or I'll lose my rhythm" he replied. It was only a couple minutes, but that's all I needed. We started to jog again and then headed up the west side of the park. I hated myself for having to stop, but I really needed it. I knew how I could make it up to college boy, I just needed to find a safe spot for it. When we got to the north end of the park, college boy turned left a half a block and then up one of the quiet side streets. We made it about two and a half blocks north and I called out "Right into the alley." He turned and gave me another annoyed look, but turned into the alley anyway. I knew of this place since a buddy of mine lived in the building here. It was a dead end alley with a few garbage dumpsters and perfect for a secluded fuck with a view back to the street. College boy ran about half way down the alley and stopped, looking around for a way out. "Nope, its a dead end" I said as I stopped in front of him, pushing my mask down and grinning. "Oh fuck no. You know what happened last time" he said, reading my deviant mind. "This is a lot more private. See, no windows for all four floors" I said pointing up. He shook his head "no" and I nodded "yes." I saw a bunch of sweat fly off his face as he shook his head and some was dripping off my nose and beard. I pushed him toward one of the dumpsters and said "Turn around and show me that hot ass. It's the least I can do for making you stop in the middle of the run." He put up less of a fight than I expected and turned, staring over the dumpster out to the street. Tugging his shorts down to his feet, I tapped his right leg and he stepped out of his shorts. God, his ass looked good with a sheen of sweat over it, framed by a pair of red straps from his jockstrap. I pulled the mask down to my neck before diving in between his muscled ass cheeks. I loved the smell of sweat filling my nose. It was almost as good as huffing poppers. My tongue dove in and flicked around his puckered hole and I heard him moan a little too loudly. "Brace yourself and keep quiet" I said softly. College boy obeyed and I went back to eating his ass. I could have stayed there for hours, but that would have been a bad idea and we surely would get busted. His ass was pushed back as he leaned forward with his hands spread on the edge of the closed dumpster. My dick was straining at the jock's pouch and tenting my running shorts. Pulling my cock free and out the leg opening of my shorts, I stood up and moved in. My cock was moist from sweat and precum and all ready for another fuck. Dragging my cock up along his butt crack, I reached forward and grabbed his shoulders right next to his neck before pushing my cock in. It quickly found it's target and squeezed inside. College boy was now used to the girth of my cock and relaxed right away. He wasn't loose, but it felt good to slowly sink almost all the way in without any complaint from him. It felt so nice and warm around my dick. Really warm. Drawing back, I looked past his head and saw the empty street. I thrust my hips back in and heard him stifle a grunt. There was just enough spit in his hole to allow me to plow in and out. I drilled a little faster each time until it got to a nice speed. "Fuck, that feels good" college boy moaned out quietly. I tried fucking a little harder, but the pressure caused the dumpster to start to roll and squeak. Looking down I saw the sweat soaked tank top and the skin on his shoulder poking out. I looked a little closer and smiled before leaning in so my uncovered mouth was right next to his ear. "How many other guys have fucked you in the past couple of weeks?" I whispered. He turned his head and looked at me confused. "None, you're the only one that's fucked me since February" he replied with little grunts each time I shoved in. My grin got wider and I thrust in deep and held my cock there. I reached down and pulled his tank top up and saw several splotches of rash on his back. They weren't the big nasty ones, but they were just starting to show. Next, I reached up and wrapped my hands around his neck, feeling a little bit of stubble and some very firm and swollen glands. "Fuck yeah. How ya feelin there? I little achey and tired this morning?" I asked. "A little. Why?" he asked with a little worry in his voice. "I think you shot your last neg load, dude" I said, pulling back and slamming my dick in hard. "What?" he said, his voice trembling this time. "Yep, I think you're converting. You got a few of the signs. If the rash gets worse , your body really aches or you get a bad fever then it's really it" I said. "Oh fuck" he replied. "Isn't that what you wanted?" I asked, driving my cock in and out of his hole. I could feel his body shiver beneath my hands and wondered if he wasn't having second thoughts. "Yeah, but I didn't think it would happen so soon. Are you sure? I heard of guys going years before finally getting pozzed" he said, his voice trailing off as I think it finally was sinking in. My balls were tingling as I fucked a little harder. "Mmhmm, you got the rash and the swollen glands, a fever and aches. Could be the flu or covid, but I doubt it" I said, starting to hammer his ass. I slammed in and felt my cock erupt, shooting a hard rope of my charged cum deep into his body. A few more shots of cum forced their way in and I said into his ear "You're mine." College boy moaned as he started squeezing my cock with his ass muscles. I wasn't sure if it was from his own orgasm or just a need to milk every toxic drop out of my balls. "Thank you" he moaned out. With my balls now empty, I slowly pulled out and stuffed my cock back into my jock. College boy pulled his shorts up and I could see him trying to keep his butt clenched. Once we were ready, I started to jog out of the alley and back to our building. I made it out to the street and crossed mid-block to the other side and looked back. College boy finally came out of the alley and ran directly across the street and made it almost all the way when he crumpled to the ground. I ran back and found him laying on the side of the road, his right foot just outside a large pothole. "Fuck that hurts!" he yelled out. I took a look at his foot and ankle and while he wasn't very happy with me moving it around, nothing seemed to be broken. "I think it's just a sprain or twisted badly. We only got a block and a half to go, can you make it if I hold you up?" I asked. He replied "I think so, let's try." Pulling him up and on to his good foot, I bent down a bit as he slung his arm over my shoulder. Our height differences were going to make this a challenge, but with me crouching we were able to hobble ourselves back to our building. James the doorman opened the doors for us and asked what happened. "Pothole" I replied. We made it to the elevator and once inside he leaned against the wall of the car. I could see the pain in his face and he was sweating even more than before. Up to the twentieth floor we went and when the door opened, he hopped out on one foot, using my arm for balance. He put his arm back around my shoulder and we got him to his front door. College boy used the key he had hanging from his wrist to unlock the door. I pushed the door open and braced it with my foot before I picked him up and carried him inside. As the door shut I heard "What the fuck are you doing with my son?" an older guy yelled out. As he came closer I looked and saw college boy's dad. This wasn't our first meeting, either. It had been a while and he looked a little different now with a shaved head, a pair of large gauge circular barbell earrings and more muscle than the last time I saw him at the bathhouse. Oh, and he had clothes on this time rather than naked with a large toxic load dripping out of his ass. I laughed and then responded "You're his dad? I guess like father like son." I carried college boy down the hallway to his bedroom and laid him on the bed. It was obvious that I had been there before and I could tell by the look on his dad's face that he knew it. While college boy was distracted by the pain from his twisted ankle, he was still paying attention to the conversation his dad and I had. "What the fuck happened?" his dad growled out. "You want the long or the short version?" I asked with a grin. College boy looked up at me with a horrified look on his face. "Huh?" his dad replied and I calmly said "We were out jogging and your son twisted his ankle on a pothole a couple blocks away. It doesn't look too bad but we should wrap it and put some ice on it." I could hear the sigh of relief from college boy that I hadn't told his dad what we were doing a few minutes before he hurt himself. His dad came back a few minutes later with a couple ice packs and some compression tape. I took the tape and wrapped the boy's ankle up. The whimpers and groans were familiar but I knew these weren't turning either one of us on this time. "You guys better have just been running" his dad said with a very serious tone in his voice. I chuckled as I used some more tape to hold the ice packs in place on either side of his ankle. "He's an adult now, he can do whatever he wants. Just like you did laying back on the bench at the bathhouse begging me to breed your ass" I said, not even turning to face him. I heard college boy gasp and I chuckled again. I turned and grabbed either side of college boy's tank top and pulled it up past his pecs. College boy was staring back at me and I could see the fear in his eyes. "Look familiar?" I asked looking back at his dad. He furrowed his brow as he strained to look and then I heard him say very quietly "Oh fuck." "Yeah, that's how it happened. Several good, hard fucks that got my bug inside him forever. Same one that's swimmin' inside you" I said bluntly. "FUCK!" his dad said, the anger in his voice was very noticeable. He started to move toward me and I held out my hand like a cop stopping traffic. "Hey! Just like you, he wanted it. He begged for it. And he kept it in him to make sure he got knocked up. Did you do that? Plug your ass to keep my dirty load inside until it was part of you?" I asked intensely. His dad stood there, scowling at me, and said under his breath "Yeah." Looking back at his dad I said "Good. From the time of our first fuck and the change of the status on YOUR profiles, I'm guessing the first fuck did the job. The other two fucks were just insurance. Nine loads total, as I recall. It was fun insurance though, since you were a good lay and the first guy I knocked up." I looked over at college boy and then added "Not as good as your son, though. He was so good he made me break my vow to never fuck a guy more than three times. And I can't tell you how turned on I was when I saw the rash on his back earlier today when I fucked him after our run. I've nailed guys before while they were converting but none of them were from my bug. When he told me I was the only one to breed him for the past month, it just pushed me over the edge and I blasted another huge toxic load into him. I know it was a waste of a charged load, but it was so fuckin' hot to hear." College boy was shaking his head from side to side, silently begging me to stop and not tell his dad any more. "So that's why you stopped? You only fuck guys three times?" his dad asked meekly. "Yeah, dude. I told you on our third fuck that it was the last one. I don't like to get attached. I kept track of you though. You were the first neg guy that I fucked after I got pozzed and you were so eager to take my viral loads. Then I saw you change your profile status and a few weeks later watched you fuckin a guy at the bathhouse with that fresh biohazard tat on your ass. You gonna take your son to get a matching one?" I asked, looking back and forth between the two with a wicked grin on my face. "What? You're poz?" college boy finally asked, looking past me to his dad. I smiled and waited for his dad to answer but with almost a minute of silence I said "Yeah, boy. You and your dad both got pozzed by me. About six years apart, but my strain is inside both of you. Your dad right after I converted and you after I ran out of meds." Turning to his dad "You on meds now or still toxic? Sorry, there was no point in keeping track of you after I knew you were knocked up." "I started treatment after about six months. A couple guys I infected didn't handle it well and I felt guilty" the dad said. "Don't get attached. It's just a fuck and if they take it bare without asking your status, it's on them. I love seeing a guy's status change on their profile, though" I told him. "Anyway, now you get to take care of your son for two things - watch his ankle and if it doesn't get better in a few days he needs to see a doc. Keep him hydrated and if the fever gets too high, also take him to a doc. They're gonna first think its covid, but make sure they check for HIV. It's too soon for a home test to be accurate" I explained. "Yeah, that conversion flu was a bitch for me. A week in bed, sweating and aches everywhere" college boy's dad said. "That's what that was? Mom said it was the seasonal flu" college boy said. His dad nodded back. I stood up and realized my cock was straining at the pouch of my jock. My mind quickly thought about fucking the dad, but I figured I should let them digest the news and talk. I grabbed college boy's phone off the bed and added my number to his contacts. "You should have a password on your phone, it's not safe" I said, chuckling. "Call me if you need help or want to talk" I said as I walked out of the bedroom toward the front door. "Don't get attached" I told myself again and again as I walked out of the condo and down the stairs. Back in my condo, I fell down on the sofa and lit up a fresh joint and tried to relax. Taking one last hit from it, I smiled and said "Mission accomplished."

Seth was your typical poz bottom. Thick ass, thick cocksucking lips, and an endless lust for raw cock. Seth wash lazily finishing a cocktail at the bar when a boy caught his attention from the corner. "who's he?" seth asked the bartender. "guys name is Jake. Just made it into college on a sports scholarship last summer. hes dating a flight attendant out of town named Billy." "poz?" seth asked curiously. "no, neg top. he only ever plays safe. youd think condoms were his fetish." Where others saw a nice guy, seth saw a challenge. Jake. "Hey im seth!," Wandering over with a couple of strong drinks, he sat down nearly on top of Jake and proceeded to spend hours chatting as he bought round after round of cocktails. At some point long ago he'd switched to water while Jake finished his last shot of the evening. "hey buddy did you drive? you might need a ride home," Seth said, running his hand up and down Jakes leg absentmindedly. "s-sure" slurred Jake, as they both rose from the table and headed to Seths car, he took the opportunity to admire the outline of a fat seven inches in Jakes pants. As Jake dozed slightly on the ride, Seth reached over and slowly ran his fingers along the outline of his cock. "there we go" he said. "lets get those balls churning" pulling into the driveway, Jake roused and asked, "where are we dude?" "Oh, i didnt catch your address, so i figured you could just crash on my couch for the night. no worries buddy!" beamed Seth. Jake gave a smile and a sigh, and they both headed into the living room where Seth stripped most of his clothes off. "I dont really do pajamas, but feel free to make yourself comfy" Jake stripped off his shirt and jeans and glancing at the couch, he made out the figure of a large dog. Walking back from the kitchen with a cold glass of water Seth winced, "shit. sorry about that, her name is penny and shes practically impossible to get off the couch once shes down. Here, you can sleep in my bed. Youll wanna hydrate first though otherwise that hangover is going to be unreal" seth chided jokingly. Jake eagerly gulped down his laced water and wandered up to the bedroom with Seth. In a few minutes his heart was racing, his cock was throbbing, and he could barely keep his head up. "how ya feeling buddy?" asked Seth, as he reached over to slide Jakes boxers down. "i-cant do thiss" Jake mumbled, "boyfriend" as he softly tried to bat Seths hand away. "sure you can, relax buddy, im just stroking you. Doesnt that feel nice?" "uh huh" Jake sighed "thats right, just nice long strokes for your nice big cock. Its a little dry though so lets spit on it" Seth pursed his lips and let a thick glob of drool slowly land on the head of jakes cock, teasing it around and into the hole as he continued stroking. "I bet youre a big cummer Jake. those balls look so full. does it feel good when you pump them into your boyfriend?" Seth said as he began working them in his other hand. Jake squirmed and again tried to loose Seths grip from his rock hard erection only to be chided. "shhh none of that now, lets just relax and enjoy. You have such a pretty cock I just want to kiss it. Lets kiss your big cock" Seth again pursed his lips and placed them against the throbbing tool, slurping a few drops of warm precum from the head, he deposited it on his fingertips and began working them into his hungry poz hole. "thats right, just relax and let that precum flow." Seth carefully milked the thick cock for a steady stream of Jakes natural lube, slowly sneaking more and more of it up his hungry hole. "I have t-to stooppp" Jake moaned, pawing at Seths arm. "no baby we cant stop now, youre making so much precum and your balls are so tight. Its time to keep going baby." Seth planted another sucking wet kiss on the head of Jakes tool, dragging his sharp teeth around the piss slit until it was red, "We need to fuck dont we?" Seth asked as he rose to gently straddle Jakes toned waist "no i have a boyfriend i cant do-" Seth interrupted him with a kiss. "of course you can baby. im your boyfriend tonight and we need to keep going" Jake again sighed as Seth reached back and slowly began rocking his thick cock between his own equally thick ass and across the warm poz hole. "thats right, just look at me, relax and let your precum flow" seth whispered as the increasingly moist symphony was punctuated by Jakes pleading, "dont, we need condoms and i have a boyfriend," Seth slowly pushed jakes futile mass back down against the bed and once again hushed him "no baby if you wear a condom you cant fill my hole up. Dont you like feeling it kiss your head? Just relax and let my warm pussy kiss that nice thick head" Seth smiled as he began easing the tip of Jakes cock in and out in lewd slurps, milking the warm precum from his head and into his thirsty hole. reaching up to the headboard Seth opened a small brown bottle and placed it under Jakes nostril. "lets just relax and take a big deep breath" seth returned his hand to the thick cock snuggly tucked into his hole and began to gently stroke it. "oh, warm" Jake groaned as he gently humped. "yes baby. lets put more inside that nice warm pussy. it feels so good doesnt it?" Seth slowly rose up and down, stroking the length of Jakes bare cock in his poz hole. "i gotta cum stop" groaned Jake as Seth began to swirl his hips "no baby this is the best part, let the nice warm pussy milk all that seed out of your big balls" Jake panted and groaned in a futile attempt to prolong the inevitable. seth giggled and reached back, fondling Jakes drenched balls "just relax and cum, relax and cum" Seth chanted as Jakes eyes went wide and as if on command, his cock began belching thick neg cum into Seths greedy ass. "there we go" seth soothed as he rolled the big balls in his hand like a toy "no condoms, just cum, doesnt that feel so good?" "we gotta stop, this is wrong" jake panted, still balls deep inside Seths hot hole. "no baby lets stay inside the nice warm pussy. Once that big cock gets hard again ill milk your load right out. just relax and feel how good that pussy is" Seth coaxed, as he gently began alternating between massaging the cock in his guts, and feeding Jake more poppers.

Disclaimers: This is my first story on BZ. This story is based on an actual experience. Feel free to contribute your own ideas to help me flesh out the story - I'm not really a writer, but I felt this had to be told. Enjoy, piggies! ---------------------------------------------- Part 1 The heat of a July afternoon in the Midwest can get really intense. But I barely noticed it as I drove toward the metropolis with an anxiety in my stomach. The car sped along the highway merrily as I grew ever closer to my destination… and my destiny. Five weeks since, I decided to take a bold step. I’ve been a bugchaser for years, but I really didn’t act on those urges and try to get myself infected. They just happened as part of the ho life, and I dealt with them accordingly. I’ve had a few STDs - the usual maladies of chlamydia and gono and the like - but this time, I was chasing down a big one. Sorta. I got in touch with a friend who has been positive for many years, and undetectable. Rick is known for HIV activism in his community, including volunteering for the clinic and AIDS hospice. He ran for a leather title a few years back and his platform that won him the title was about love and acceptance of the afflicted not only in his community but worldwide. So it’s a curious thing that he agreed to do this for me. Because I can’t get bugchasing and converting out of my head, I hatched a hair-brained scheme to find out for myself what the other successful chasers were raving about. I asked Rick to pretend to poz me. “Dude, that is not okay!” was his opening response to my request. “This bug is no picnic to live with. I get it’s not a death sentence like it used to be, but this shit will fuck you up, and your hunger to get charged up will get you in trouble.” I was prepared for this. “Rick, it’s just fantasy,” I answered. “All you have to do is fuck me like the bitch that I am, and work some poz talk into the scene. I’m not asking you to come off your meds so I can live this fantasy. It’s just that. Fantasy.” Rick went silent for a while. I suddenly felt like I crossed a line. When he finally spoke again, he said calmly, “I’m gonna send you some links to websites, some information. You don’t seem to be educated on what this all involves, and if you’re serious about doing it, then you should be informed of the commitment this lifestyle requires. And believe you me, this WILL change your life in ways you can’t imagine, Steve.” “Okay, I’ll take a look at it.” “I’m serious, Steve,” he quickly said insistently. “What you’ve asked me to do is really disrespectful, and I … I really need to think about this. I admit I’m attracted to you, and after seeing your sweet hole that night at the bathhouse, I wanted to pound you into oblivion. But I don’t appreciate you asking me to violate my boundaries like that, even though I’m undetectable, and yes it’s just play, but I’m concerned you’re going to go and seek out the real thing.” True to his word, Rick emailed the information to me. I read it, and only got more turned on. This was something I *needed* to do. Personal fulfilment, Rick’s warnings be damned. Four days after this uncomfortable phone conversation, Rick shot me a text message. “Did you read it? Are you still set on a fake conversion scene?” I hesitated. I didn’t want another lecture. I just wanted to fuck, and convert, and live my new life charging up other guys. “Hi Rick. Yes, I read it,” I texted back. “And yes, I still want to do it.” I didn’t ask him a direct question, and left it for him to fill in the blank. A few minutes passed before he answered. “Okay. I’ll do it. But we are going to have a talk about this in person when you get here. If this is what you want, then I’m going to make sure you never chase again. Understood?” I practically jumped out of my seat when I read this. I didn’t think he’d actually agree to it. I didn’t want to appear over-eager, so I gave a non-committal reply. “Yes, we need to talk about it as much as you think is necessary. When should I come visit?” “Five weeks. How’s the 24th looking for you?” I checked my calendar. I had no commitments that day. “That’s fine.” “Come to the brownstone. 4pm sharp.” Our conversation ended there. As I entered Rick’s neighbourhood, a growing mood of nervousness and anxiety began to manifest itself in my environment. I parked the car a few blocks from the brownstone, and just sat there for a minute. I need to get moving. It’s nearly 4 o’clock, and if I don’t show, I won’t enjoy having to ask him for this again. I looked in the rearview mirror at myself. Something behind my eyes told me Don’t do this. My dick, however, was standing fully erect while my mind raced. Remember, you’re totally safe. He’s undetectable, you’re going to be fine. And his monster dick will make you feel good. That was all the convincing I needed. I exited the car, paid for my spot, and began the trek to the brownstone. Rick was waiting for me outside when I arrived. I could smell his fat cigar well before I actually saw him. He was seated on the patio, scrolling mindlessly through his phone while hauling hard on a cock-sized stogie. He wore a simple t-shirt over his slender, underdeveloped frame, and tight khaki shorts, and had his aviators over his eyes. While not the picture of masculinity, there was a certain sexiness about the whole look. I walked over to his table, and could see a near-empty water bottle. The wind blew gently giving us a short break from the humidity of the afternoon. “I’m here,” I cheerfully announced. Rick looked up from his phone. “Good to see you made it, Steve.” He stubbed out the half-smoked cigar, and rose from his chair. The water bottle rolled off and I bent over to catch it, and missed. I suddenly felt his hand on my ass. “Hey, we’re not doing this out here,” he said. “But thanks for the preview!” “Let’s go inside,” I said, smirking. “I’ve gotta piss so bad I can taste it.” “Dirty boy! But later!” he said with a laugh. We entered the brownstone, and Rick sidestepped so I could rush to the bathroom and relieve myself. I unzipped, and my piss poured forth in a hot, thick stream of golden yellow. I couldn’t believe how much I was holding, but I also had to remember how much water I drank on the way here. The road to the city is a long one, and combined with July heat made for a very thirsty chaser. After washing my hands, I left the bathroom and found Rick on the couch, quite comfortable. He poured a drink for each of us, and patted the seat next to him gently. The conversation was more of what we discussed on the phone, and was frequently a carbon-copy of that conversation. “This really isn’t my thing,” Rick admitted. “When I was first diagnosed, I had to think of all the guys I played with around that time. And because I didn’t know I was positive, I infected someone I really liked.” He seemed to be remembering it as if it were yesterday. “When he got sick, I felt so guilty. I locked myself in my room for days, and just couldn’t stop crying. Not for me, but for this guy. And I had the unhappy duty of telling him in person that I was the one who pozzed him. He socked me right in the nose for that, and I never saw him again. Too bad. Dave was a sweet guy.” “You don’t know what happened to him?” I asked. “Nope. He blocked me on social media, and although I looked for him at the clubs a couple times, he was just gone. It broke my heart. So I want you to know that your actions today will have consequences that will hurt others if you’re not careful.” “I am quite prepared,” I said. “You did a good job educating me on the subject, and I am making the choice that is right for me.” I wasn’t about to let him change my mind because then we might not fuck. Rick then took one of my hands, and squeezing it, he said, “Are you ready?” His tone was all seriousness, and he was letting me know that I was in control of what happened next. Doubt crossed my mind for a second. I think it was at this point when I began to feel the most nervous about it. “Yes,” I answered as fearlessly as I could. He released my hand, and exhaled loudly through his nose. Rick then looked away, giving one of his thousand-yard stares that he was known for when something that questioned his morals crossed his path. “Okay,” he said with resignation. “If this is REALLY what you want, okay. I’ll help you. But remember - you asked for it, and if you can’t handle the fantasy, you have the power to stop it.” Something about the way he said that made me wonder what kind of script he was going to follow. And my hard dick made itself known again. Rick saw the rise in my shorts. “I think I already know the answer,” he said with a smile, grabbing my growing cock. He stood up while holding on to my swelling member, and said, “Come on. Let’s do this.” I obediently followed Rick to his playroom, guided all the way by his pulling of my dick.

Staying in Salford Quays Holiday Inn Express - also visiting @RawPlug and planning a generally sleazy weekend. Into all sorts (see profiles with same username on NKP/BBRT/Recon) but Raw/BB/Breeding is the main course this weekend. Gen up for meets - no time wasters. Andy

Tonight is Cumunion at Toyko Valentino 8pm-til. I’ll be offering my cumdump ass up looking for multiple cocks and loads!

Outside of hookup sites, I am probably 99.99% oblivious to tops who fuck bears, tops who fuck bare and tops with poz cum wanting to do the other 2. This is about the .01% moment when it seemed to click for me in a non-hookup website. A week ago I finally knowingly took a raw poz cock, he was undetectable but we all start this path somewhere. I never once questioned doing it and I think that helped me really understand my role as a raw bottom whore. Anyway I think this liberation clued me into seeing the signs while out in the real world of those who also engage in hot bare times. Our house is much older and needs some efficiency upgrades and wife and I selected windows as our first upgrade to help cut our costs and stretch her money further. Though the cost of them AND the installation was pretty steep. I am a house husband so when time came for the windows to be installed I stuck around. Turned out the installation was subcontracted out and they only assigned one guy for the work. He was not very happy as it was a lot of windows. He was a 6' tall, semi fit, black guy and he mentioned that it would probably take 3 days to finish since he was the only one assigned. No big deal for us but I did feel for him. As he was unloading windows from his trailer and his shirt raised up in front I noticed what seemed like a biohazard tattoo. Since he was dark skinned and it was black inked I shook it off as wishful thinking and that it was probably a sun or star burst or something. He got to doing his work upstairs first and I surfed the web downstairs. At one point I realized I had not showered and figured oh well, just as I thought that he came downstairs for something and as he got closer to me he did a stretch and with a much better view the distinct biohazard tattoo was obvious. I shook inside, could I really make this happen? I took the moment to compliment his ink, which he appreciated, then I asked if it had any significance to him, as it seemed really bad ass to me. He smirked and I could tell he was going to skirt the truth, he said "Just that if you see this tattoo coming at you, you best be ready." I laughed to show him I was chill. He then went back upstairs and I started panting at the thought of seducing this guy and getting him to breed me in my bed. But would he on the job? I went upstairs with the idea of taking a shower, cleaning out, and forgetting he was there walking out nude on him. He was just finishing up in one room and I quickly jumped into my master bath before he could say anyting so as to keep the accident real. I wasted no time washing and took considerable effort to douche out deep. FInally I was done and when the water and fan were off I could hear he was in my bedroom working. I grabbed a towel but did not put on and just opened the door and walked out. No idea if I can act but he seemed genuinely surprised and lazily draped over me but made sure I never actually covered anything up. I apologized, thanked him for not freaking out too bad and said I was worried that I would have learned what it feels like to have that tattoo come at me. I noticed all the sweat glistening on his body and said maybe he should hop in the shower to cool off now as well. He laughed and said that his tattoo was not really a warning of harm and more like a beacon that once you engage it you will get on a path you will stay on forever and enjoy. My hole started twitching and my head started spinning trying to think of what to do next. I just wanted to grab him and tell him to ravage me but did not know if he liked bi married to a woman bears and did not want to have him narcing to my wife or worse quiting the job. PART 2 soon.

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In your mind, as you say. Not in science. Just because you learn to re-purpose something to your advantage doesn’t mean it was intended for that purpose all along. The function of the concentration of nerve endings in the anorectal region is principally to signal the body when it is time to evacuate waste, and to signal when the zone is empty and the process is complete. Without this complex signalling system, we would be constantly fouling ourselves without notice, if we had any bowel control at all. Not ideal - ask anyone who has to live with a colostomy bag. In nature, mother animals often stimulate their young to produce bowel movements by licking the anus until the young animal has matured enough to continue regularly. This can be observed with cats and young kittens, and because they’re domesticated, cats never really forget that anal pleasure is something associated with a caregiver. So when your cat wanders up to you with its tail straight up in the air, guess what it’s halfway hoping for? When mine does this I just look at her and tell her flatly, “I’m not licking your butt.” The prostate is where it is because that is the optimal location for forcing seminal fluid into the urethra in combination with the other components of semen and compressing in under its muscular contractions so as to give the fluid the ability to exit the other end of the penis with enough velocity and force to reach its destination inside another body. The prostate did not evolve into its current location because gay men couldn’t enjoy buttsex without a g-spot to call their own. Really, we have a hard enough time as it is getting the heteronormative world to accept the possibility that maybe, just maybe, we really were born wired for same-sex attraction - trying to foist an obviously absurd argument that the human ass was actually designed for gay sex is not going to help matters.

*sigh* I can’t count the number of bottoms who have contacted me wanting me to mentor them. I find that the vast majority of these aren’t actually looking to learn anything - they’re just too lazy to find their own Tops and they want to hijack my hotel room and get fucked by the Tops who come for me. It’s gotten to the point now that I reject all requests out if hand. The exception to this is at the bathhouse - it seems like just about every time I go, some sheepish, uncertain babe-in-the-woods bathhouse first-timer comes into my room to ask questions. I don’t know why they seem to gravitate to me - maybe it’s just the fact that I hang a sign on the open door to my room that says “Welcome! Cum on in!” Or maybe it’s just that I worked a public information desk for so long that I radiate something. Who knows. But they come in, I sit them down, calm their nerves, and have conversations that invariably involve extremely intimate details discussed matter-of-factly until we get them to the point that they feel they can have a good time at the baths. Often there is show-and-tell (and try) with the contents of my gear bag. They can touch me all they want. Sometimes I’ll end up giving them a tour of the facility; as often as not this concludes in the steam room where I position them strategically next to some guy with a hard cock and don’t leave until the cock is in their hand. This isn’t so much tutoring as facilitating, but it at least gets their ball rolling. I have done some legit bottom tutoring. Most of my experience came in assisting my former Master when he would do sessions with new guys, but I also mentored in a club environment, that kind of thing. Frankly, I find teaching other bottoms how to bottom about as engaging as teaching someone how to cook an egg. I can share information, tips, advice - but success in bottoming is defined by two things (one or both of which will matter to the bottom): the sense of personal physical gratification experienced; and the satisfaction the Top experiences. Psychological gratification for the bottom is tied to one, the other, or both. But regardless of which it is, I as a mentor have no real way of monitoring that as a process along the way to tell whether the guy in my care is making any progress. Yes, I can check off the list, has he learned how to clean out, has he learned how to relax, has he learned how to stretch his ass, has he learned kegels. Much, much harder is to determine whether he’s learned the really vital skills - how to read a Top’s movements, rhythms, sounds, intent; how to know when to open up inside and when to clamp down on the cock; when to whimper, when to growl, when to stay silent. In order to teach him any if these things, I would have to be camped out inside his head while he’s being fucked so I could mentally whisper to him, Do it now... So, I don’t bother comprehensively trying to mentor bottoms anymore. I can help them better on a forum like this by openly (very) sharing my personal experience and letting them then go learn for themselves what only they can only learn by doing anyway. And getting them through douching training bores the- well, bores the shit out of me. I do, however, occasionally mentor Tops on how to be effective Tops. That may sound odd coming from an absolutely total bottom, but I have had very good success in helping a few men, particularly young men lacking in experience and self-esteem, realize confidence in their role as Tops or as readily Versatile partners. Although I freely admit that I don’t fully comprehend how Tops think and what drives them, I can say with assurance that if I take one of these Men under my wing and into the safe harbor of my cunt, he’s going to go back out into the world as a man who takes personal pleasure in fucking another man and is confident in his ability to deliver satisfaction. I can accomplish this for him in a way I can’t with bottoms because I’m able to use my own skills to teach him how to enjoy fucking for himself, and can use my own physical response as feedback to help him refine his technique in giving pleasure (or pain) to a bottom. In teaching a Top, I can achieve synergy - in teaching a bottom, I can’t. (As it happens, I currently have an opening for a Top training spot... but then, when wouldn’t I? 😉 )

But I love to take too

No I give a lot in group sex

Only down the road 😉

I did tell him I'm on PreP and he was happy and encouraged I had taken that measure. But during our first session he too told me the only thing that would require to break confidentiality was for the harm issue you mentioned. And of course that did concern me for the same reason you mentioned, but he's a gay man and I get the sense he's a bit more 'with it' regarding what gay men are actually doing in reality.

I still think it's an important question. To elaborate on my previous - true but snarky - comment: Yes I find - consensual - incestual situations hot, as long as it concerns other families. I have been alternating between fucking brothers who tried to one-up each other. I have tried to talk twins into a threesome. I find brothers / uncles / cousins ending up in the same group scene because they got druck very sexy. I also find it very enlightening hearing about other guys' experiences and what these contributed to making them the men we see today. However: What pisses me off to an immesurable degree is the bullshit that comes with certain topics like incest, risky sex etc.. In the same thread you have one guy trying to make sense of what he did, of what happened to him, even how it altered him. You know that guy is baring his soul. And in comes the fantasist with something like "yeah man, i totally did the same thing, but I was three years younger and it was my father and not my uncle and my sister also participated". I've been on this forum for almost ten years. But often I have to take a time-out because that kind of thing makes me want to puke. I appreciate BZ exactly because it is a forum where you can discuss meaningful things that influenced you sexually without having to abide by societal morality. Often the same things that exhilarate you also scar you. Reality is not black and white, but delicious shades of grey. I believe there is still a number of "real" guys here on the forum, grappling with inhibitions and triumphing in overcoming them, with tinges of regret only sweetening the fondest, most perverted memories. I really cherish reading from these guys and just hope that theses voices are not finally drowned out in a deluge of bullshit. So in conclusion: Real talk about incest? An honest discussion of desires and a factual look at experiences? Bring it on. If one has a problem with that: Too bad. But at the same time: Less fantasy, less "me too" nonsense, less flippancy. More reality.

mine is tighter than loose. I have to focus on relaxing it enough to be considered loose. I like to flex my ass muscles to see what the top prefers, then I give him that. Occassionally, a guy will get off on my hole totally relaxed and gapey. It takes some control to keep it that open, but I'll bend over backwards for that nut..... :-p

The most awesome cock I ever sucked was my str8 mate's. We were gym buddies so I saw his cock regularly, nice thick shaft n heavy balls. I used to dream about what it would look like erect. He knew I was gay so no issue there. Eventually he called me out for staring at it. I was honest and said he'd got a beautiful cock and if he was ever up for it I would give him the best blow job he ever had. He was and he came back to mine and dropped to my knees and went to town on his cock - a beautiful thick 8 inch veined uncut beauty. I made him moan n grunt and shoot his load o thick salty sperm into my mouth.

Hi guys, not new to the scene, but new to the site. Subby boy with a really hungry juicy bussy 🍑💦for all you hot Daddies to snack on, fuck and jizz in 💧🍆, Normally I'm trying to be a no load refused boy, but being cautious with the corona virus, but if you're in Florida, HMU and we'll figure out a way that I can spread for you. Kisses! Dogg (because I love it hard doggy style)

No Golf Foursome It had been a few days since I last heard from college boy and figured that the worst of his flu was over. His comments made it sound like it hit him really hard and I kind of wondered if he was just being a drama queen and milking out the attention from his dad for a couple weeks. Hopefully the extended flu meant he was really potent. The more I thought about it, the more it turned me on that I had charged him up. And had knocked his dad up too. My last fuck had been with college boy in the alley and I really needed to get my dick in a guy soon. I took a break from work and scanned my phone apps to see who might be around. On the second app, I spotted college boy and checked out his profile. There were a few changes including a new pic. His status now said "ask" and he now listed himself as a top. My dick twitched and I smiled to myself. I sent off a message and just said "How ya doin?" "Fuckin gr8 glad thats ovr horny af" was his quick reply. "LOL spread ur seed" I sent back. "bred my 1st 2 bad hes poz" college boy responded. "dont turn down poz guys. ur one now. he in bldg?" I answered. "did dad 3x he got rash n fever today ;)" he replied. "cool. now u need to try neg" I typed back. "talked 2 1 but he wants proof" was his response. "might b hard to get test now. keep lookin" I replied. I looked around some more and didn't see anyone interesting, but I needed to get back to work anyway. At the end of the day, I grabbed my laptop and sat down on the couch. My dick had been throbbing for the past half hour and I knew I needed to drain my balls soon. I checked out the messages on a few sites and looked to see who was online. A smile grew across my face as I saw the profile and quickly fired off a message. "Hey, up for fun?" I sent off to dragonboy. I wasn't sure who was going to be on the other end - him or his cousin, but I didn't care since both were good fucks and liked getting bred. A few minutes later I got a reply "sorry my cousin is here. I can't." I shook my head and said "What?" to myself and sent back "We did it before. I can fuck both of you." "I don't like to share" he replied. Part of me was thinking he was just making excuses and wasn't interested. Maybe he heard my comment last time that I was toxic and didn't want to push his luck. Another part of me was thinking maybe we could just hookup in the stairwell or some other spot in the building, and then I got a real evil idea. I sent off "LOL greedy huh? What if I bring another top?" and waited. If he turned that down then I'd give up on him and hunt elsewhere. "He got a good dick?" dragonboy responded a few minutes later. "Got him" I said to myself. I couldn't remember, but told him "Not as good as mine but should feel good in you" as I picked up my phone. I quickly sent off a message "u up 4 tagging someone?" Several minutes later, I had everything set up. Another half hour and I was walking out of my condo and taking the trip down the stairs. I got to the 4th floor and waited another minute or so until I heard footsteps on the stairs above me. It was deja vu, since collegeboy looked almost identical to our first fuck. He had the same tight tank top, the same baggy shorts, the tall leather army boots and his hair tied up in a bun. But this time he didn't have a nervous look on his face, it was replaced with a wry grin. I whispered "I get the one with the ink first, you get the other one. When we've dropped our first load, we swap. Dirty talk is good, just no poz talk, ok? Oh... and you need to wear a mask." "They neg?" collegeboy asked before pulling a mask out of his pocket. "Maybe" I said with a smile. We walked out of the stairwell and down the hall to apartment 4C and I knocked on the door. We slipped on our masks just as the door opened and there stood dragonboy in just a thong and a smile. "Fuck! I forgot my mask, sorry. Come on in." He glanced at me and then looked collegeboy over. "Uh... is he legal?" dragonboy asked. I chuckled and said "Yeah, he is" while collegeboy nodded his head. "Hope he's a good fuck" dragon boy said as we followed him back toward his bedroom. I felt my cock start to get hard as I looked at the thong strap disappear between his two firm butt cheeks. Collegeboy was looking at the same thing and rubbing his crotch as he walked, the baggy shorts obscuring his stiff cock. Once in the bedroom I saw his cousin on his knees on the bed. I had to look twice but then I realized he had a puppy tail butt plug in his ass. "I lubed him up already since he hasn't been fucked since you last did him and I thought he needed to get his hole stretched out to take you" dragonboy explained. I wasn't sure which time I fucked his cousin he was referring to, but I doubted he knew about me fucking his cousin solo. "I'm probably tight too since I only got fucked once since then and that guy insisted on wrapping it. I forgot how much I hate condom sex" dragonboy said, turning his head and smiling at me. He climbed on the bed next to his cousin and handed a small bottle of lube back to me. I pushed my shorts off, letting my hard shaft spring free, and let them drop to the floor before pulling my tee over my head. Collegeboy followed my lead and was stepping out of his shorts and peeling his tight tank top off about a half step behind me. He looked hot standing there in just his leather boots with his cock sticking straight out, a sheen of pre on the head. I lubed up dragonboy's hole while collegeboy worked the plug out of the cousin's ass. With a loud plop, the plug came free and the cousin moaned loudly. Collegeboy slipped a pair of fingers into the cousin's hole and muttered "fuck yeah" as he yanked them out and stuffed his cock inside. I was a little pissed that collegeboy was the first to get his dick in, but I liked his enthusiasm. Working my fingers in dragonboy's ass a bit more got him ready until my dripping cock found its way to his entrance. I must have waited too long because dragonboy shoved his ass back, impaling himself on my cock. He had never been one of those 'lay there and take it' bottoms and that was something I liked about him. Resting my hands on his back, I let him fuck himself on my shaft with little movement from me. He was snarling and grunting out of his uncovered mouth, unlike his cousin who was just letting out muffled whimpers as collegeboy fucked harder and faster. Grabbing his hips, I took control and drove my cock in with a hard, firm thrust. Dragonboy growled but stayed still while I stood there a moment. Slowly I pulled back until just the tip was inside before I shoved back and broke through, planting every millimeter of my cock inside his chute. "Wreck that hole" I heard from collegeboy. I looked over and saw that he had slowed down and was now pumping his cock in and out of the cousin much less forcefully. "You cum after I do" I said quietly, trying to make sure he lasted a while. He nodded and backed off the pace a little more. I wanted him to enjoy the fuck first and not be concentrating solely on knocking the guy up. If it happened, that would just be an added bonus. I flipped my concentration back to dragonboy and varied my thrusts. Some were gentle and some were hard, sometimes I gave him a long strokes and sometimes it was only a few inches. Looking over again, collegeboy was now pounding the cousin again. He would hammer him and then pull out a second before shoving back in and hammering him again. After seeing him do it a few times I thought he must be getting close. When he pulled out and flipped the cousin on to his back, I felt my own balls start to tingle. I pushed dragonboy's shoulders down until his head was pressed against the bed and started to thrust faster. He started to work his ass muscles around my cock and it took every bit of determination not to breed him right then and there. I knew that's what he wanted, but I wanted to fuck a little longer. Out of the side of my eye, I saw collegeboy pull out and groan as he tried desperately to not shoot his load yet. He stood there several seconds and the cousin even looked back at him, his eyes pleading to get fucked more. I drilled dragonboy another couple minutes and I couldn't delay any longer. Slamming in, my cock engorged and started to shoot spurts of diseased cum into dragonboy's hole. He moaned out "Oh fuck yeah" the moment he felt my cock start to flood his ass and he milked my cock hoping to get every last drop. After the first four or five shots, I slowly rocked my hips, makng sure I painted my seed over as many parts of his boi cunt as I could. With the last of my load emptied, I churned it up and looked over at collegeboy just in time to see him lunge forward and growl as he shot his load into the cousin. His orgasm seemed to last a while and I hoped he saved enough for our second round. As good as dragonboy's hole felt I wanted to get into his cousin and feel my dick get coated in collegeboy's viral slime. Collegeboy looked over at me with a wicked grin and then started to plow into the cousin's hole. He matched my pace with dragonboy for a few minutes until I pulled out. I slapped dragonboy's ass and moved back. I put my hand on collegeboy's shoulder, pulling him to his left. His cock plopped out of the cousin's hole along with a stream of pink tinged cum. The hole slowly started to close and I moved in, pulling back my foreskin and covering the head with the cum that was around the cousin's hole and on his shaved balls. With a quick plunge, I was mostly inside with my first push and only a little protest from the cousin. Collegeboy and the plug had stretched him out enough that my only impediment to being balls deep was a tight inner ring. I knew from past experience that I could get in all the way with a little effort and today was no different. Collegeboy took no time to get his cock into dragonboy. His shaft was a couple inches shorter than mine but almost as thick and judging by the moans from dragonboy, he knew how to use it. It was an interesting contrast between dragonboy and his cousin. Dragonboy encouraged a top to use him and even slipped into power bottom mode if the top wasn't vigorous enough. His cousin knew he was there for the top's pleasure and while he might show signs of discomfort or having gone past his personal limits he never pulled away. Collegeboy drilled fast and then slow while keeping an eye on me to make sure that I was in control of both fucks. I have done several scenes like this other tops and this was one of the more enjoyable ones. With other tops it seemed that everyone wanted to be the alpha and in control, but collegeboy seemed to be happy with his beta role. We fucked our respective bottoms, mixing up each other's seed inside and forcing some out as we fucked. I started getting rougher with the cousin after I made it past his inner ring. He was mumbling something that I couldn't decipher, but occasionally I could make out "FUCK!" when I pounded especially hard. My cock started to swell again and my balls tightened up signaling my impending orgasm. I looked over and nodded at collegeboy and we both started to pound harder. It took a couple strokes and we were in unison fucking the bottoms. With the bed squeaking, I grabbed on to the cousin's shoulders and planted my cock in all the way and the the cum fly. He let out a loud moan and I could feel his hole spasm around my cock, sucking even more cum out of my balls as he shot hands-free over the bed. Collegeboy growled as he shot his load too. I don't know if dragonboy shot his load then or if it was before, but there was a large pool of cum on the bed when he stood up later. With my balls now empty and collegeboy's drained we both gave a few last strokes of our cocks and then pulled out. The cousin collapsed on his stomach on the bed and dragon boy slowly crawled off and stood next to collegeboy. "Damn, that was hot. I wasn't sure how it was going to turn out, but this was fuckin' amazing" dragonboy said with a big grin on his still uncovered face. I had to chuckle since the rest of us were masked up and mine was soaked through from sweat and my moist breath and the guy that insisted on masks had skipped wearing one. A mask wouldn't protect him from the virus that was now swimming in his ass, anyway. I grabbed the puppy tail plug and pushed it into the cousin's ass, startling him quite a bit. "You should have one too" I said to dragonboy with a wink. I picked up a towel and wiped my cock off before tossing it to collegeboy. The two of us dressed quickly and were walking out the door a minute later. Collegeboy took the elevator up to his place and I took the stairs up to mine.

I left Jake in the shower as I raided his kitchen for food. The kid didn't have a lot in so I snook back down to my apartment, not bothering to put anything on over the obscenely revealing briefs. I eat a lot and I'd expended a good bit of energy on Jake so far, so it took a little while to devour my meal and top up on protein shakes. By the time I made it back up to Jake's, it was clear something had happened as he was really upset. A little coaxing revealed that he'd had a phone call with very bad news about his parents, he wouldn't say what but it wasn't hard to imagine. I gathered the little guy up in my arms and comforted him. We moved to the sofa and I put his favourite wrestling channel on the TV as I caressed his tussled hair while he laid on my chest. Time passed and he said little but he seemed more at ease. My hand could't help roaming to his pert little ass cheeks as his head rested between my pecs. I flicked the TV over to Pornhub and selected a wrestling porn playlist I knew of. Jakey's little cocklet began to harden and rub against my abs in his briefs and my finger probed against the thin material that covered his hole, pushing a little harder against it, feeling his firmness. On the screen, an Ed Hunter look-a-like was pinning the hell out of a young twink, his cock escaping from his over-packed jock and getting rubbed over the twink's face and arse as he took control. "He's got the same tattoo as you" he said, noticing the biohaz symbol on the guy's shoulder. It was the first thing Jake had said in over an hour. "Oh, yeah...we're in the same club". The twink had now lost his speedos and the top had whipped off his jock, rubbing it in the kids face as he threw him around some more. I pushed a little harder on Jake's briefs where my finger had been caressing for the last 15 minutes and felt the material give and a small hole appear, allowing me access to his pucker. Jake was humping my abs as the top on the screen pinned the twink face down, hands behind his back and rubbed his cock head at his hole. I spat on my finger and began working my way into the boy, letting his humping motion work my finger inside. I let him open himself up on me as the top made short verbal work of the twink on screen "got my dirty cock in ya, boi"......"gonna knock you up".... Jake's hole was lubing itself up nicely as I whispered in his ear "you want that, don't you Jake" "mmmm...yes sir" "What do you want?" "your big cock" "Where?" "in my arse" "In your cunt, fag, runts like you don't have an arse" "in my fag cunt sir" "Good boy". I rolled us both off the sofa, winding him as he ended up beneath me. I scooped him up from under me, one hand on the back of his undies, the other arm round his chest, giving him a good wedgie as I carried him to the bedroom and threw him face down on his bed. My cock had already escaped the tiny briefs as I fell on to him and I was able to poke it through the hole in Jake's underwear, filling in his little trench with my meat, dripping copious pre. "This gonna hurt you, runt, but I kinda enjoy that and it's your only use in life". I gave him the poppers, more to improve things for me than him and pushed forward. The dumb cunt tried to move forward and I felt his hole tense up, which made me smile. I could feel I was on target and my PA had already slipped in so I just decided to go for it, driving my hips forward against the resistance which failed, all at once, as something in Jake broke, allowing me to slide about 6 inches into him. I clamped my hand over his mouth to muffle the screams and enjoyed his almost too tight chute as it feebly tried to expel me. A sticky warmth was surrounding the end of my cock as I pushed slowly deeper, coming up against Jake's inner sphincter. I played with it for a little while, as Jake's chute lubed me up, mixing with my pre, before gradually increasing the pressure. "What are you doing?" Jake whimpered. I responded by pushing a little harder, breaking his resistance and easing even deeper into him. I groaned in ecstasy as the sphincter locked around my cock head and my sweaty balls rested in the stickiness leaking from Jake. "I'm in your guts boy, my killer cock is right in you, dripping my superior DNA into your runty body". "it hurts" "I don't give a shit, runt" and with that I pulled back, feeling Jake's guts fighting to keep me in him and my PA slicing out through his inner ring. The good thing about this is it feels awesome for me and I know what's going on, Jakey felt relatively little apart from being over full and resistance inside him though and even the pain around his cunt lips was beginning to numb a little. He'd stopped squirming as I settled into a nice rhythm, Jakey barely visible under me, as I scythed through him over and over, thinking of all the ways I was going to fuck this innocent piece of meat while I had the chance. His vulnerability was really turning me on and I could feel my balls tightening. "Nearly time fag" I growled in his ear "gonna cum in ya" "please sir!!" he was clearly desperate for this to end so he could recover "you begging for my dirty load, fag?" "yes sir, give me your load" "you want my seed, you want knocking up?" "yes sir, knock me up" "my poz DNA is gonna murder you kid" At this he started to squirm. "no...no...what?" "you're my prey, runt, gonna inject my killer babies in you" "no,....no...." "squirm boy, drive me crazy, my big dick is smashing you up inside, gonna inject my seed straight into your bloodstream" he was literally fighting for his life and it felt amazing. I could have ended the squirming any time but I just loved it more and more. All too soon my balls tightened and I felt the first powerful flex of my cock. Jake felt it too and grew still. It was too late for him and he knew it. I roared in pleasure as I pumped him full, my load being delivered deep inside him.....

Out for a Jog I had actually made it four days without hooking up with anyone and I patted myself on my back to congratulate myself for my new found willpower. After several days of cloudy skies and rain, it was finally a nice warm, sunny day. It was a busy morning with several small tasks that had to get done "right away." Every time I would catch a view of outside I wanted to just drop everything and just go for a walk. It had been so long since I had been outside for anything other than a run to the store that I needed to just get outside and enjoy the city. The more I thought about it the more I was determined to get out today. In the end, I decided to use my lunch break to go for a nice run. Just before noon, I got up and changed into a jock and running shorts. It took a little while to find my shoes and then I started digging through my dresser trying to find a shirt. I finally settled on a sleeveless tee shirt with a tribal scorpion on the front. It was my go to shirt when I went to the bath house or for certain sex parties I'd hit, but I thought it was perfect for today's run. It was a little advertising for the few that might be venturing out and a warning not to get close unless you want to get stung. I put my wireless headphones in, grabbed my phone and key and headed down the stairs to the first floor. I dropped my key off with the doorman and told James that I'd be back in about an hour. As I went out the front door, college boy was just walking up. He was dressed in the same running shorts from a few nights back and a mesh tank along with some really nice Nike running shoes. "Tryin' to stay healthy?" I asked with a smirk. "Yeah, I guess. I just like the freedom it gives me" he replied. "I know, right? It's good to get into the zone and just clear your thoughts as you mindlessly follow the trail" I answered back. "Uh huh. What route do you use? I go south through Washington Park and back. East side first some days and the west side on others" college boy said. "Oh, I head over to the lake and then north to sleazy bush and back" I said. As soon as the words left my mouth I realized I didn't give the proper name of Sloan Beach, but it's nickname in the gay community for the amount of sex that goes on in the bushes between the parking lot and the road. "Never been there. Is it far?" he replied just like if I had said "Sloan Beach" instead. I kind of hoped he had missed my reference, but I figured it was best to just not mention it any more. "No, its almost exactly 5k from door to door. If you're up for another run I can show it to you" I said with a mischievous smile. "Sure, not like I have anything else to do" he replied sarcastically. I walked out to the sidewalk with college boy close behind. 99% of the time, I run alone and prefer it that way. I can pick my pace and not worry if I'm going to fast or slow for the other people. This was a little different since college boy and I already had a dynamic. He would pretty much do whatever I said and I liked it that way. I began my run as soon as we got clear of the building and I took a few side streets over to the lakeshore. The running path over there was nicely paved and I followed it north toward Sloan Beach. There were only a few other joggers out and we could run side by side. I hadn't even turned on any music or podcasts, I was just listening to nature and the quiet city sounds that were now the norm. College boy was keeping up with my pace, which was good since I didn't want to change it. The lake to my right looked peaceful and the roadway to my left looked eerily quiet. We were getting close to the beginning of the park and the running path turned from pavement to crushed stone. I took the right fork and headed toward the beach. No one was out on the beach and the park district hadn't even put the nets on the sand volleyball courts. Curving back around, we hit the north end of the park and there was a large condo building blocking any further route north. Following the path back towards the road, we got close to the wind break that they had planted next to the road. A long row of tall evergreens blocked the view from the road and several clumps of other plantings gave all of us public sex lovers a lot great places to hide in. I spotted one of the better places and peeled off on to the grass, stopping in a little alcove of bushes. "Welcome to 'Sleazy Bush'" I said. "Ever get fucked outdoors?" I asked after a little pause. "What? Uh... no. I don't want to get busted" college boy replied. Chuckling, I pulled him in and then pressed down on his shoulders. He dropped to his knees, knowing what was expected. I'm sure that the prospect of getting another charged load played in part of his decision, too. I knew I was breaking my 3's the limit rule, but there was something about him that made me want to see it through. We were close to the window where he might start showing symptoms, but I also knew enough guys that never experienced the conversion flu. I wondered how I would find out or even if I would find out that my bug had infected him. That was all in the future, now we just had to consummate another raw fuck and get home before anyone found us. He pulled my cock out of my shorts and jock, pulled his mask down and sucked at a fevered pace. It seemed he wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. I wasn't one to waste time with one of these fucks either. The exhilaration of being out in a public park with possibly hundreds of people being able to watch two guys fuck really got me hard. Seeing college boy on his knees with my cock in his mouth helped a lot too. I only let him suck a couple of minutes and then said "I need that neg ass now", emphasizing the last word. My cock slipped from his mouth and he crawled forward as I turned around. Kneeling down on one knee, I tugged on his shorts and pulled them down just far enough to reveal his pale ass, framed by the straps of his own jockstrap. Sliding my mask down, I spit on his hole a few times and rubbed them in with the partially covered head of my cock. I pulled my foreskin back, pressed the my cockhead to his entrance and spit on it another time. A few seconds later, I started plowing inside. If I had known where my first run in two months was going to lead, I would have brought a bottle of poppers and maybe some lube. I guess I was out of practice. College boy seemed to be struggling with the lack of lube and I thought about adding more spit, but if he wanted to get infected a dry fuck would definitely help. My charged precum would make it easier soon enough anyway. His chute had a nice grip on my cock as I thrust in and out, building up to a good tempo. I held his hips firm and gave a hard shove, burying all of my shaft into him. I was planning a few more minutes of drilling before I bred his hungry ass full of toxic spooge. Who knows, he might not even need another load to poz him up but another few shots of my venom couldn't hurt. I resumed drilling him, going a little faster and then slowing down. We were staring at a mostly brown shrub that was just starting to re-emerge from its winter slumber. I usually liked to do these fucks facing the open area instead of having my back to them, but I was just in too much of a hurry to fuck him to turn us around before we started. His ass was feeling good as my precum leaked and I could fuck faster without college boy groaning too loudly. "Well, what do we have here?" I heard over my shoulder. Turning my head I was both relieved and worried. "Oh... Hi, Carlos. How's it going?" I said while almost fully planted inside college boy's hole. My hips had stopped moving the second I heard his voice. "That's Officer Ramirez to you" the cop said in that no-nonsense way that they must teach on day one of police training. "Yes, sir" I replied not wanting to say anything to antagonize him. "At least we're wearing our masks like good, concerned citizens of our lovely city. Buuuut... based on past experience, I'm probably guessing that is where the safe sex ends" the officer said. I was sure I could see a smirk on his face, but I was straining to look at him behind me. I had known Carlos for several years. When his uniform came off he could be one wild fuck and played by his own rules and no one else's. We'd fucked a few times and he was one of the few that ever had fucked me. He was also one of the guys that ghosted on me only to turn up with new or updated profiles months later. Carlos walked closer to us and then crouched down in front of us, right in front of the bush. "Son, are you over the age of consent?" he asked. "Yyyyyes, sir" college boy squeaked out. "Are you out here with this slut, violating a few different laws, willingly?" he then asked. It sounded like entrapment to me, but I wasn't sure we had a choice but to answer. College boy nodded his head, mumbling out "yes." The cop then looked directly at me. "So, have you kept spreading your seed since we used to fuck, slut?" I really didn't like where this was headed, but answered just like college boy had - a nod and a quiet "yes." "You going to knock him up like you did me?" Carlos said with an evil gleem in his eye. "It's just a fuck. A warm hole that needs a hard dick, nothing more" I replied. Carlos let out a short, hard laugh before leaning in to college boy. "You know he's poz, right?" he said in a quiet, inquisitive voice. My cock was still hard and twitched inside college boy's ass. "Yes, sir" college boy said. Officer Ramirez stood there a moment and then said "He's old enough and knows what he's getting into. You both have your masks on, so my job here is about done. One more thing..." We both looked up at him, worried that he was about to call for backup and haul our asses to jail. I could feel college boy shaking below me and I was quivering a little too. "I want a crack at his ass after you've claimed him" Carlos said, standing up. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a card and slipped it between my skin and the strap holding my phone to my arm before he started to walk away. He got ten feet behind me and told us "You got five minutes to finish and get the fuck out of here" and then disappeared. I heard college boy say "Oh fuck!" "Five" I said to myself, continuing with "And hopefully college boy would now be the sixth that I knew I had successfully converted." My cock was even harder now than before we got interrupted. My hips started to rock faster and faster. "You heard him, we gotta get out of here" college boy said while trying to pull away. "He said finish and get out of here" so you better stop trying to crawl away and let me dump another poz load in that ass so we can head back home" I said. He stopped trying to move off and then quickly began to fuck himself back on my cock. The rest was a quick, hard fuck and only a couple minutes later I slammed in and held him tight. My engorged cock was throbbing with an intensity I had rarely experienced. College boy's gut was getting painted with my poisonous semen. My entire body shook with each spurt until it finally stopped. Pulling my cock from his ass, I stuffed my still partially hard cock back into my jock's pouch and then pulled his shorts back up. I gave a quick slap on his butt and then stood up. Looking around, I didn't see any flashing lights or cops running on foot toward us. Still, I didn't want to push it any further and reached down and pulled college boy to his feet. "Come on" I said. We went back to the path and headed south toward our building. We only got about a hundred yards when I saw Officer Ramirez sitting in his squad car watching the running path. I waved as we passed him and even college boy waved. We got about another hundred yards when college boy asked "Did you really do him?" "I guess. I didn't know until just now. There's probably more just like him I don't know about" I replied. "That's so fucking hot" college boy said. We made it another five hundred yards up the path and he then asked "Is he a good fuck?"

He's a total cuck and loves to watch!

Part 3 The pause between his comment and my conflicting thoughts of whether I could really get this poz cock in me, get him to seed me deep knowing there could be real consequences seemed like an eternity. Thankfully an eternity in my mind is not that long, especially when my mind takes over and decides to get it what it wants, no needs. Words came out of my mouth I did not think I could ever say openly and the look on his face and how his jaw dropped at first and then lead to a devious grin showed he was just as taken aback. I remember him asking me if I was sure, that he would/could not pull out and would not ask again. I nodded and licked my lips and he said something about how we have to be quick because he had not cum in forever and was ready to bust just from the thought of our situation. Finally it seemed like my brain released it's total control and I could understand what I was saying. I told him, "It's a good thing I am all cleaned and prepped." and walked over to my bed and got on all fours, and he had already dropped his pants. I looked to the mirror on the wall to my right. It looked amazing with my white ass in perfect breeding position and he was behind me with all of his other clothes on and a nice 8" thick cock fully erect already. He asked about a lube and I said he could use his poz spit. With that I felt his moist cock slowly press on my neg virigin, to fully poz cock, hole. He moaned as he got past my opening and slid in deep. He let out a 'Damn, so tight, so good' gasp. I pushed back and forth a little and he took the hint. He went full tilt pumping me and grabbing my hips, I could tell it really must have been a long time for him because he seemed so in lust and heat, pumping hard and I could feel his sweat dripping on my back and ass cheeks. He pushed my head down and ordered me to get my ass up more and he kept thrusting away. Finally he took in a big deep breath and let out a loud "Fuck!!! I am cumming in this perfect married ass, ahhhh!!" and kepy pumping away as his cock shot spurt after spurt of his toxic seed. He stopped thrusting and held himself deep after about the 5th spurt and he ordered me to milk my new master cock. I squeezed my hole over and over and he pumped about 4 more squirts. Finally he started to go soft and I could feel him plop out. He then spoke "Oh wow that hole is totally creamed up now." just as my hole squirted out some of his load on its own. I stayed there and wondered what now? As if he knew what I was thinking he said, "Best stay like that so you can absorb as much of my DNA into you, I will just get back to work.", then let out a very quiet, "fuck, damn". I did as he said and just enjoyed my new squishy hole. Hoping maybe he would come back for sloppy seconds. Part 4 hopefully sooner than 3.

Gotta agree @Ozpig no scat blood permanent marks or damage but everythin else is game on ! Bossy power bottom here I luv gettin fucked real hard n ruff will take any/all cocks n loads any/where/time/how (_0_)

i sat in my truck for a while. My hands were shaking, my breathing was beginning to fog up the windows as I sat parked in the empty parking lot across the street from the adult video store off the expressway. I'd just left the gym a few less than 30 minutes ago after 11 pm. I'd planned to come here, yet didn't seem to have the balls to step out of the car and go in. If my anyone saw me, the reputation I'd spent four years building as the straight, too cool track star/ running back would go down the drain. I didn't live in a small town but the city was small enough that word got around, and my all state accomplishments had made me somewhat of a mild celebrity, so I knew i couldn't risk too much. I drove around and parked my truck a couple blocks down and climbed out. I pulled the string on my basketball shorts, tightening them up, and pulled off my sweaty gym shirt and threw on a hoodie, pulled-up the hood, put on some sunglasses as I began a slight jog to the video store. I'd known I was gay since kindergarten. I experienced my first crush on a boy when I was quite young, but when I told my Dad, he slapped me hard, so I learned not to bring such attractions up in general conversation. As time when by, and I got more and more into sports, and became increasingly fit, i knew it was prudent to remain 'in the closet'. I'd grown up looking good, also. At 5' 8", 165 pounds, a strong six pack and, thanks to the genes of black mother and half-Hispanic/half-Hawaiian Dad, I know I was cute as fuck. Still, no matter how many girls I made out with, pretended to fuck and dump, and how masculine and bro-ish I would come across, I couldn't deny the truth. I was one gay boy, who wanted to hook up with another gay guy. Problem was this, every gay guy I met around school was too fem or too much of a girl for me, full of drama, wanting a relationship, or couldn't be trusted to keep a secret if his life depended on it. I just couldn't afford the risks of exposure. I'd received some invitations to hook-up from guys on Craigslist, but once I saw what their photographs, I couldn't bring myself to meet them. Which brought me to the video store. I opened the door and walked-up quickly to the front desk. Once when standing in the lunch line, I had over-heard one gay guy telling his buddy how he got a great blowjob from a glory hole at the video store, and in hearing the story, I got so hard I nearly jizzed in my pants. So two weeks after my 18th birthday I was standing in front of a glass counter full of more lube than I'd ever seen in my life with a rather overweight tall Latino bear wearing a plaid button-up shirt and cowboy boots giving me an up down and sniff. "How much for the view?" I asked. I'd done a little research on-line, and didn't know if it was, strictly speaking, legal for me to be there, but at least I had picked up the lingo. "Nine dollars" said the heavy Mexican. I pulled out a twenty and waited for my change which I quickly accepted and put away, 'cause i didn't want him to see my hands shake. I walked behind the counter to a black door, stepped in, and shut the door behind myself. In front of me was a dark hallway with a door at the end of it and another on the right at the end of the hallway. As I walked closer to the doors, I heard moaning from the door from the right. I opened it and saw a big screen tv playing straight porn. I looked at two rows of chairs facing the screen with about five guys in the room watching. They turned a looked at me. I got so spooked I quickly walked back from the door and proceeded to the quieter door. I opened it and made a left into another hallway. There was a series of small closet like doors on either side maybe about ten in total. Three guys were standing in the hall way, two were standing near an open closet door, and were quietly talking to each other, while, as I walked-in, the third guy quickly ducked into a closet. The two guys in the hallway looked at me, apparently sizing me up, so I quickly ducked into the second closet from the door. Inside it smelled musty and I was nervous to touch the walls. There was a small foldable chair around the wall. I pulled it out and sat down rather hesitantly, trying not the think of what might be encrusted on the seat. Immediately I noticed two holes cut into the walls of the closet, so I took a discrete look through one of the holes, but saw only blackness. However, as I turned to look at the other opening, I was a bit startled to see two fingers poking out of the hole, beckoning me. As I turned around, the fingers disappeared from the opening, to be replaced by a pair of wet pink lips. The meaning was apparent. I slowly loosened the pull tie on my shorts, reached into my boxer briefs and heaved out my thick seven incher. I was always proud of my cock. I had often jacked off to myself in the mirror while staring at my own cock, but now I was waving the thick head at a pair of anonymous lips in a hole in the wall of a closet. As the head of my cock drew near, the lips swallowed-up my head, and quickly the suction pulled me, inch by inch, into the recesses of the wet warm inside. I let out an involuntary moan, which was met with a corresponding from the guy on the other side of the wall. My legs shook as I watched myself seemingly from afar, gently rocking forward and back, as my cock, gradually and slowly hardening, slipped in and out of the wet and warm mouth, massaging my cock, and inviting me ever deeper. I steadied myself with my hands up against the wall as my cock hardened and grew. Eight and a half rock hard thick inches were now lodged in the guy's mouth. I looked up at the black ceiling, feeling chills of excitement and pleasure run through my legs, ass, balls and body as my crotch slapped the wall, my cock continuing to to disappear into the hole. Instinctively, I picked-up speed and could hear and feel the guy on the other side choking. The heat was building-up in the cubicle, so I unzipped my jacket and let out grunt. I let my hands touch my body and tweek my nipples. enjoying it all. then suddenly, I felt the mouth pull off my cock. I waited and felt a hand wrap around my dick and direct it against something else. It took me a full five seconds to realize my cock was being swallowed-up into an ass. I felt the open hole slide itself down my cock. The ass hesitated, but continued to force itself down and even bounce a bit on my cock. My breathing got heavy. I was fucking a guy. Well, to be accurate, someone was fucking himself on my cock. My breath quickened and I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out, pulled-up my shorts and made a run for it. I ran like a bat out of hell from the video store, and when I reached the street, I made a turn around the corner, then down another street and into an alley where I paused to collect my thoughts (and adjust my clothing). Then, when in command of myself, I began the trek back to where I had parked my car, and as I walked around a dark corner, I heard a noise that made me jump. Standing in front of a non-descript door was a large shirtless Latino. He looked me over, and where i was headed, smiled wide and approached me. My 'flight or fight' reflex was kicking in, but the guy raised his hands over his head to gesture he was not planning to accost me, and in the process I noticed he was about two inches taller than my height, and although he didn't have my stomach, he had bigger arms and a bigger chest. In short, he was rather well built and smooth, although tatt'ed up. "Chill bro, chill," he said, "we all got needs." i relaxed a bit as he continued with a grin "I saw you run outta there pretty fast bro, you gotta be careful bro don't know what kinda guys are out there." I paused, slightly confused, not knowing where to go next from here, so I just nodded in general agreement. "Chill bro, come on man, why don't you come inside my bar man. we'll pop open a few, you can tell me all about it." With that he turned around and walked back to the door through which he had apparently just passed. A very big part of me wanted to run, but I couldn't deny that his smooth Latin body, muscular arms and tattoos had me semi-erect, all over again. I followed him into the bar and where he handed me one of two beers he pulled from a fridge under the bar, keeping the second beer for himself. We drank, and he talked. And talked. And talked. He told me about how he'd been in juvi twice, how he had started his bar, how he had occasionally gone and gotten a blowjob at the video store, about his wife and that she had no clue that he loved fucking tight ass or, what suprised me, getting fucked in his ass. I stayed quiet the whole while but it was so relaxing and beers kept coming, so before I knew it the shirtless stud had his tattooed hand on my lower back and we were laughing talking about how he liked to ride a guy, when he surprised me and pressed his lips against mine in a no-holds-barred kiss. I grunted in surprise as he chewed on my lower lip and unzipped my jacket. His lips moved to my neck and he nibbled softly making me gasp. his hand moved to my shorts feeling me up and I could feel him smile as he sucked down my chest and nibbled all the while. I let my head fall back as he slipped out of my shorts and quickly began to suck me deep into his throat. "FUUUUUCK," I exclaimed as he pulled-back up to the head of my cock and rubbed his lips around it and sucked it down again. He stripped off his jeans and I climbed up on the bar as I began to fuck his throat, muttering "Oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck" over and over to the beat of his mouth as he swallowed me. He pulled-off my cock to suck up my body and to my ear and he grabbed my thick cock and said "Fuck me, boy." I flipped him over the bar as our lips met and my wet cock met his hole and began to apply pressure. He growled loud as i sunk in. He wrapped his legs around me and his muscular arms grabbed my chest as his head rolled back, grunting "YYYEAAAAHFUUUCKKKER!" as my balls finally hit his ass, "FUCK MY ASS FUCKER!" So I did. I grabbed his giant shoulders and began to ram my dark cock into him. His light, hairless cream-colored ass spread around my cock as I picked up speed, slamming my cock into him. The whole while, he was growling to fuck him HARDER HARDER FUCKER HARDER FUCK ME. I was breathing like a dog, panting over his hot Latin body, fucking his ass, 'till suddenly I felt myself collapse on him as my cock began to shoot cum into his ass, which sucked-up my virgin load. I slipped out, still hard as hell, and he jumped down and began sucking my cock clean. My head spun as I watched him, and in fact the entire room was spinning when suddenly he pushed me up on the bar, standing between my legs. I laughed, shaking my head, but he roughly began to press his raw cock into my ass. I started to shake but he was on me holding me down. I tried to extract myself from his grip, but as I opened my mouth to yell, but he pushed a rag into my mouth. The smell was so over-powering, in fact I had never before smelled anything like it. It was thick and heavy and warm and, within seconds, my head was spinning, my arms were flailing, weak and almost useless. i felt him push my legs apart on the bar and climb on top of me. I was so dizzy from being drunk and the smell and the fucking, that when I tried to speak, all that came out was a gutterall moan. I felt this guy's thick rod begin to press into me, as he admonished "Relay, boy." His words echoed in my head as his thick cock head was pressed up against my virgin hole. His tongue worked it way in my ear as he held my hands stretched-out. I felt my hole opening-up as he applied addition pressure to the intrusion. I could barely shake or resist. The head of his cock pressed against my hole again. and again and again, and my hole spread open, slowly at first, but I knew he would win. I looked-on as his head moved up and down, the muscles of his body working to control me, and simultaneously penetrate me, while he still held the rag against my mouth, which kept me dizzy, disorented and drunk. I could hear him growling and grunting as the head of his dick worked tirelessly to do to me what I had just done to him. Then i felt the moment of truth: the head of his dick slipped in. I screamed into the rag, and in the process inhaled more of the warm fumes, which made my eyes roll back. He pulled his cock head out and pushed it in again. "Oh, yeah, boy. I'm gonna pop that cherry!" I could all but hear the pop and feel my ass lips separating as he alternately withdrew and re-inserted himself, first his cock head, then the shaft. My cock was still hard as i tried to squeeze my ass cheeks to gether to push him out but he just shoved harder. "ARRRRGGGGHHHH" he grunted as he looked up at the ceiling, pushing in with all his might, tirelessly pushing into my body. I screamed in response, but he pushed on until his balls were touching my cheeks. All seven inches of his thick, raw cock were lodged in my butt. I caught a glimpse of myself in a nearby mirror and watched him fuck me, his beautiful, raw muscles and ass squeezing as I counter-squeezed. I couldn't help it - it was unbelievably exciting, if painful. He caught me watching and started sucking on my neck. I was so hard I moaned and he picked up speed. His hands were all over my body, my ass, my cock, my chest, my shoulders and I began to return the favor. I was adjusting to the dizziness, and pleasure, not pain, was the order of the minute. He noticed I was no longer fighting him, so he dropped the the rag and made out with me as he pounded my hole, every thrust knocking the air out of me. "FUCK FUCK FUCK" I said as he pounded away. "YEAHHH!" was his answer. I watched the minutes tick by while he fucked me, ten, twenty, thirty minutes. He he never stopped. All resistance was gone, my ass existed to serve his dick, and I can honestly say the sensation was that he was fucking my cock from the inside. "You're bleeding so bad, boy." My reply was merely to grunt "FUUUUCK, don't stop!" His speed picked up, he grabbed my shoulders, groaned and growled as I felt his cock repeatedly expand inside my ass, until finally he withdrew his thick cock from my hole. I lay there, unable to move, seemingly dead, from the orgasm that came from his pounding, and secondly, simply from the exhaustion that came from a day of monumental 'firsts'. I blacked out When I came to I was seated in a small closet, and I could feel myself bouncing up and down. I looked behind me and felt big hairy hands holding my waist as my ass was being fucked. I was sitting in the lap of a fat stranger who was using my hole. He tweaked my nipples and I groaned, making another guy, who was sucking my dark cock, also moan. Two other shadows were naked and jacking off on my face, as one of them finally began to cum on me. I flailed and jumped off the cock and ran out of the video store, as it turned-out, but this time completely naked, straight for my truck. My ass screamed, my legs shook, my body ached smelled of all sorts of caked-on cum stains, but I ran. I got to my truck, but before I could retreat to the security of the locked door, a hand grabbed me, tripped me, and tossed me to the ground. It was the Latin guy from the bar. As I lay on the parking lot, next to my truck, looking up at him, he pulled-out his cell phone. I looked up and realized it was my phone, and a video was playing on it. The image was dark, but I could make out the figures and faces, and, of course, the title Tight Jock Takes Anonymous Load, Part I. A video of me with some unknown guy, (with a running time of 26.42 minutes, to boot), had been loaded onto Xtube. The screen showed me sucking some thick cock all the while being fucked by who-knows-who. I watched as the Latin guy pulled-out his cock and his own cell phone, wagging them both in my face, saying "Come on, stud, you already know everyone's gonna know by to morrow." I looked at the thick head of his cock. It was still red, probably with my blood. He put his cock back in his pants, lifted me to my feet, shoved me into my truck, saying we'd go to his place and fuck some more, that he loved watching my jock ass in all the games.