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Woke up feeling extremely horny on Sunday morning, definitely needing to get some cock. Decided I was going to head into the boiler house sauna in Dublin so cleaned out, showered and headed into town. Arrived at the sauna around 12:30, paid the entrance fee and headed inside, changed in the locker room and headed upstairs. There were a nice number and type of guys already walking about including a few hot daddy types that I definitely liked the look of. I grabbed a quick shower to make sure I was as fresh as possible lubed up my ass and headed into the steam room. I’d never seen it so busy there was at least 10 guys in there. I had my towel over my shoulder as I leaned against the wall eyes closed taking in the heat. It wasn’t long before I felt a hand start to play with my cock. Soon the hand had reached behind and started to finger my ass. A bottle of poppers was held to my nose, I inhaled deep in both nostrils and let the rush wash over me. The 1 finger was replaced with 2 then 3 fingers and I was given the bottle again this time inhaling deep about 3 or 4 times. I was putty in the guys hands as he pushed me forward and bent me over the bench in the steam room the fingers were taken out and my hole felt so empty. I needed something more. I didn’t need to wait long as soon I felt a cock teasing my hole. Normally at this point in a sauna I reach for the condoms as I generally play safe in a sauna type setting but today the thought never entered my head. I was horny, high from the poppers and totally lost in the attention my hole was now receiving. The teasing went on for another bit as I took more hits of poppers, as the rush hit I pushed back onto his bare cock taking him deep inside. He started to fuck me firmly and steadily and as he did a cock was presented to my mouth which I proceeded to greedily devour. I was lost in a cock-bliss but still aware of the audience. The guy fucking me gradually increased his pace and after a few frenzied seconds of slamming my ass he moaned loudly and came hard pumping a load inside me. I continued to suck the cock in my mouth and soon I was rewarded with a mouthful of tasty cum which I happily swallowed. The guy pulled his cock from my ass and leaned over, whispered in my ear enjoy my babies slut, he turned and left the steam room. Instantly I wondered does that mean what I think it does - did I just take a poz load. I didn’t have time to dwell on it as no sooner had he gone that another replaced it. I hadn’t planned on taking loads and certainly not multiple loads but I couldn’t help myself, another few hits from the popper bottle under my nose and I was lost in a world of pleasure. In the end I swallowed 3 loads and took at least three in my ass and had a couple more shot on my back, maybe they were pox loads, maybe they weren’t but fuck I loved being the centre of attention. After I got home that evening I did freak out a little but soon after resigned myself to what will he will be. My next test results will let me know.

Part 3 TJ became an immediate hard core fan of getting rimmed, even more so after I introduced him to poppers. I'd give him his laced soda, we'd get ripped, then my face would be buried in his hairy hole as he huffed on poppers and egged me on with filthy talk. Then he would skull fuck my face and blow his load down my throat followed by a piss chaser. He never even once objected to my finger up his cunt as I blew him. I guess he figured that wasn't TOO faggy. And besides, he knew just how good if felt, and that he'd probably never get his little girlfriend to do that to him. ( who I hadn't seen around in a while, come to think of it.) Then it was more weed and round two of the same thing, except he didn't give me his piss on the second go, so I was always left with the taste of his trashy load in my mouth. Now, as much fun as that was almost everyday, I was getting anxious for things to progress. My dick was craving his straight skater hole more and more everyday. I knew I could only go so far in my next step, but after a couple more weeks, I knew I had to press on. So one day, after the usual G and weed, I casually pulled out a glass pipe packed with a fat load. A gloriously naked TJ sat straight up as soon as he saw what I had. "Oh fuck dude!" He exclaimed. "It's been a couple of years since I've had that shit!" At first, I was a little disappointed that I wasn't going to be the first one to corrupt him with T, but I quickly realized it didn't matter as long as the end result was me shooting my dirty load 11 inches deep into his straight guts. And besides, seeing his eager face, and having a reliable source for great shit, pretty much guaranteed that I would absolutely turn him into a Tina whore. "Well here you go buddy." I said, handing him the pipe. "Go ahead and hit that a few times." My dick got rock hard as I watched him expertly handle the pipe. He knew just how to torch the bowl and get it rolling. My heart beat faster as he raised the pipe to his lips and inhaled a long, slow hit, holding it in before exhaling a large white cloud. I stared at his beautiful, naked tatted and pierced body as he took four more big hits. A greedy boy. I liked that. He handed me the pipe and torch as he smiled with already spaced out eyes, "Whoa dude. That's some primo shit!" "And I can get it anytime." I smiled at him as I lit the torch. I took three hits before I handed it back. He was more polite this time, only taking two himself. We passed the pipe back and forth until it was empty and TJ was flying. I bent over and took his soft dick into my mouth. "Dude, I can't get hard when I'm high." He mumbled, probably not knowing that most guys can't. I was one of the few lucky ones who could stay hard when I partied. "That's ok." I replied. "You can still feel pleasure. Awesome pleasure." And I began sucking his dick. It may not get hard, but at least it didn't shrivel up, and I had 5 nice soft inches to roll around my mouth. I worked his dick and balls while he moaned like a cheap whore and I was rewarded with a steady stream of pre cum. This was almost better than when he pumped his load down my throat. Now I got a steady supply of his salty teenage essence to swish around my mouth. I really have no idea how long I nursed on his cock before I pulled off. I got up and produced a mirror. In no time, I had chopped up four nice lines. I pulled out a 50 dollar bill and rolled it, quickly snorting my two lines before I passed it to TJ. Like a pro, he snorted his two right down. I handed him the popper bottle as I rolled him over. Soon, TJ was moaning and panting as I worked my magic on his hairy boy hole. I would alternate my licking and sucking with sliding a finger in and out. Soon I was sliding two fingers in the straight boys pussy, and either he didn't notice, or he was too wrapped up in the pleasure I was giving him to care. After maybe 45 minutes, an hour, who knows, it was a long time, I sat up and sneaked a little shard that I stuck up his ass. "What the fuck? Why is it burning?" He howled, wanting to know. "Relax dude." I reassured him. "It's just a little bootie bump. Another way to enjoy T. It'll stop in a minute. Hit the poppers and relax." He huffed the poppers as I went back to eating his hole. He was soon relaxed again and I pulled out a toy. It was a three speed prostate massager, thin, and with a bulbous head. The perfect device to really start to prepare him for the real thing. I slipped the round head into him. "What the fuck is that?" He asked looking back at me." "It's a prostate massager." I told him as I pushed it in deeper. I was surprised he didn't object to it more, but I guess, as long as it wasn't my dick, he was ok with that. He just hit the poppers as I pushed it deeper into him. When I had it pressed against his magic spot, I turned on the low speed. "Oooooohhhhhhhhh." He let out a long guttural groan. He didn't say a word, he just moaned and groaned as I rubbed the toy back and forth across his prostate. I rolled him onto his back so I could return to nursing on his cock. As soon as I took him into my mouth, I hit the next speed on the toy. TJ's moans grew louder and he placed his hands on my head, holding against his crotch. I sucked the boy for about 20 minutes before he started shaking and twitching a bit. "Oh fuck dude! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I'm gonna fucking cum!" As soon as he said that, I put the vibrator on high speed and really worked his prostate. He grabbed two fistfuls of my hair, crying out in ecstasy as his body convulsed and my mouth was flooded with his watery cum that poured out of his limp dick. I was so turned on, I stood up and moved over to TJ's head. I dropped my shorts and started stroking my big cock. "Let me come on your face!" I begged him. "What? No way dude!" A surprised TJ said as he opened his eyes to see my big cock just inches from his face. I didn't say a word. I just picked up the 50 dollar bill off of the coffee table and placed it on his chest. "Just close your eyes and mouth and the 50 is yours." I whispered. TJ grabbed the 50 and scrunched his face up like he was in pain. That pushed me over. Rope after rope of cum coated his face. I covered his eyes, his lips, his nose so it ran down his cheeks. Soon, I was drained and my straight skater boy looked like a cheap whore at a bachelor's party. I grabbed his boxer briefs off the floor and tossed them over his face. I smiled as I watched him wipe my fluids off of his face with his own underwear, dreaming of the day when my dirty fluids would be inside him.

My boy and I had a few weeks off for vacation and decided to buy a beat-to-shit car and drive cross country. We figured we'd make it to San Francisco, fuck around in some sleazy bars, and then fly home. We drove for a few days, changing off who was driving every so often. Somewhere in Iowa, my boy was driving as I was dozing. It was early evening, and I was beat, hoping to find a motel with wifi so I could log on and see if I could get some corn-fed hicks to come fill up and stretch out my boy's hole. We don't believe in condoms and sharing his sweet hole with guys, POZ or not, is my favorite thing in the world. Spit, dick, and ass. That's all we need. I guess we've both taken dozens of POZ loads and hundreds of loads we didn't ask about. We haven't been tested, but if we're not sick, it's a fucking miracle. With my eyes closed, I sensed the car coming to a halt. I opened one eye as my boy was opening his door. He said, “Gotta piss. Be right back.” We were in an empty parking lot outside of a roadside rest stop. After glancing at the clock in the radio, I went back to sleep figuring we'd be on our way in a bit. I was woken by the sound of a motorcycle stopping. Twenty minutes had gone by. I opened my eyes in time to see a tall hunky redhead with a mustache hopping off his bike. Sexy sunglasses, leather boots and jacket, tight jeans, the works. I wondered what could possibly be keeping my boy? I dozed off again for about five minutes, and noticed the motorcycle was still there. I figured I could piss too, so I headed in. I headed in to a dimly fluorescent-lit tiled room with a filthy piss trough, a leaky sink, and one big stall. I didn't hear anything, so I thought I'd investigate the stall. When the plywood door swung open, there was my slutty boy on his knees, jeans at his ankles, quietly sucking the motorcycle stud's cock for all he was worth. The fucker still had his sunglasses on too. The stud didn't seem bothered by the arrival of a new-cummer. He was pulling my boy's hair, skull fucking his face. “You want some of this?,” he asked. “Hell, I can have it anytime I want. He's my boy,” I replied. He must have though I meant my son. He quickly pulled my boy's head off his huge spit-slick cock and said, “Shit, man! I'm sorry. I didn't know.” “Didn't know what? That I get off watching him take stranger's cum?” With that, he smiled, and went back to face-fucking my boy slut. I wriggled my jeans down and started nursing my cock to full hardness. I bent down and after rearranging my boy, stuck my tongue as far up his hole as possible, working in two, then three, then four fingers. I figured this guy's thick cock would delight my boy more if he was properly stretched out. My own cock was drooling it's own questionable juice, so I scooped up a bit in my hand and asked, “You want this up his hole or on your meat?” He pulled my boy off and lubed up his already-wet cock with my juice. He swung my boy around so he could get at his loosened hole. “Want me to bag up,” he said as he grinned. “What for? Got anything we should know about?” “Uh, yeah.” “Can't be something he doesn't already have. Stick it in.” That was all the invitation this stud, who was infected with -BLANK-, needed. In one thrust, his beer-can thick cock was balls deep in my boy's hole. He squirmed with delight as the guy thrusted in and out, over and over, faster and faster. My boy was trying to blow me but was having such a good time, it was all he could do to hold himself up and off the filthy tiled floor. I pulled back to enjoy the view, slowly jerking myself as I watched this fucker go to town on my boy's sensitive vulnerable raw hole. The stud took raised his sunglasses to his forehead with one hand, revealing the sexiest clear blue eyes I've ever seen. He looked directly at me and asked, “Can I breed him?” “What the fuck do you think?” The stud's thrusts got faster and faster and he finally lunged forward, loading my boy's hole up with some unknown sort of toxic spooge. As soon as he stopped shuddering, my boy swung around to clean off his poisoned dick. Not knowing what the stud had made it so hot to watch as my boy licked off his own ass juices and toxic cum. I shoved my dick as deeply as it would go into my boy's wrecked pussy and came after a few intense seconds, forcing the stranger's load deeper and deeper into my boy's guts. I pulled up my jeans as the stranger did the same. He leaned forward, grabbed the back of my neck, and forced his tongue down my throat. I nearly came a second time. He looked directly into my eyes and whispered, “Hope you guys have a good doctor. You're going to need it.” With that, he pulled away, put his sunglasses back on, and strode out of the stall. I smiled at my boy, curled up on the cold tile, legs spread wide, shoving four fingers in his drippy hole as he brought himself to climax, covering his tight abs and chest with his own questionable cum. I picked him up, and helped him dress, not letting him clean off or wash up. I scooped my boy up in my arms and brought him back to the car. I poured him into the back seat and started the engine. I noticed a piece of paper that had been shoved under the windshield wipers. In barely-legible script was written, “that was hot. your boys hole milked out a toxic aids load. should i have told you first?” Hell no. Breed first, ask questions later.

It was Summer 1977 and I'd gone to the local QUEER/Nude beach with the sole intention of finding my first man. He emerged from the water a vision of hairy hotness and since I was staring so intently, he approached me. Admitted to being a total virgin and an hour later we were at his place. Since we had the afternoon to ourselves, I started by sucking his cock and I managed half of his 7" before my gag reflex stopped me from taking more. I'd been eating my own cum soon after I discovered masturbation, so I had no problem swallowing his seed. Then, it was his turn and my 6" easily slipped into his throat. During a break, we both did a cleanout. Explaining it wasn't as nasty as it sounds, he told me about rimming and then he stuck his tongue up my hole. FUCK, it was mindblowing and I shocked both him and myself by asking him to share the taste of my ass in a kiss. Using a generous amount of lube on my ass and his cock, he was gentle and patient as he took my 17 year old cherry. The sensations when he climaxed are indescribable. Next, it was my turn to fuck and that first taste of his ass was when I became hooked on rimming. That hairy hole of his practically enveloped my cock and I knew that I give as good as I get. We had a 3 month fling, culminating on my 18th birthday, when we flip fucked and he told me it was time to "try my wings" He was a dear man and I was lucky to have him as my first.

i like to believe what people write really happened but then i’ll see a post saying something like “last tuesday i had sex with my father, my brother, the pope and jeffrey dahmer.” instant boner killer and possible downvote.

6. Safe as Homes Fabien watched James quickly drink the contents of the juice box. He knew that there was another 1.5ml of G in each one. Unlike James, Fabien nursed his drink, suddenly having to chug it as the Uber pulled in to the curb. "Here," the driver said. "You boys have fun," he said, smiling. "Don't forget your bag," he mentioned to Fabien. "Thanks," Fabien said. He reached back into the car to grab the party bag Tiago had given him. "Gonna fuck him up?" the driver said. "Your friend?" Fabien noticed the driver for the first time. He wasn't that tall, but he had a tight, muscular body. He had dark hair, and a thick, Arab beard. He wasn't that bad looking. "Hell yeah," Fabien said. "Rape him good." "Well. If you need any help, let me know." He handed Fabien a card with a number scribbled on it. Fabien stuck it in his pocket, grabbed the bag, and closed the door. He wondered how James would look if he were impaled on Omar's thick cock. "Where are you?" he asked James. "This way," James said, and lead him through the gates to the apartment complex. "Where did the guy live?" Fabien asked. He could see James shiver. He wondered what memory the question had brought back. His dick throbbed at the possibilities. "Sorry," he said, "I mean, if it brought back anything bad." James stopped, and Fabien put his arms around him. "It's good," Fabien said. "It's hard," James said. "I just. I don't know what to do." "You don't have to do anything at all. It was something very hard for you." James was crying again. Fabien wished his cock wasn't quite so hard. "Thank you." He pointed at a corner several floors up. "There," he said. "4F. I can't forget it." "How does it make you feel? Seeing it now?" "Angry. Mad. Helpless. Scared." "Let's go," Fabien said. "Get you in your apartment. Probably don't want to meet him right now." "No. No. It's not going to happen," James said, panic in his voice, almost like he was once more face to face with Conrad. "I just can't. No." "Where are you?" Fabien asked. "Get you somewhere safe." "Yeah. Safe." James was shaking; Fabien wondered just how much G was in the juice box. Not to mention what he had taken earlier, and he couldn't forget the booty bump. "Please. Safe." "Where?" Fabien asked. Finally, James began to walk towards a distant door. It was off a hallway from the central atrium; the hallway was lit with a flickering florescent bulb. James fumbled with the key, but eventually got the door open. The apartment was spare; it was mostly filled by bed in one corner, a worn sofa in another, and the battered table and two wooden chairs by the small kitchen area. "Home," James said. "I dunno. I don't want to hurt." "Let me hold you," Fabien said. "You don't have to do anything. You can just share with me." James nodded, the tears in his eyes. Fabien took off his shoes, watch, and emptied his pockets. James did the same, leaving his phone on the floor next to the bed. The two men climbed into bed. "I can't forget his laugh." James finally said. "It's what I remember most." "His laugh?" Fabien asked. "When I told him to stop. He laughed at me. Then just said, 'But I haven't cum yet,'" "What did you do?" "I was tied up. Blindfolded." James paused; he was starting to sob. "I couldn't do anything. And he knew it." Fabien's cock was stiff. He wanted to adjust it, but he wanted to hear what James would say next. "He knew it. And he just laughed." "Did he cum in you?" Fabien asked. "After that?" "Yeah. He did. Twice I think." "You think?" Fabien asked. "I was blindfolded. And there were other guys there too. Watching me. Laughing." "How many? Guys there, I mean." "Three? Four? It was hard to keep track." "Did they all fuck you?" "I think so." He sobbed quietly, not wanting Fabien to know just how weak he was. "I don't know. I couldn't do anything to stop them." James's phone buzzed. He reached down and grabbed it. It was a message from Tim. "Tiago said you had a bad night?" "I should answer this," James managed to say. He turned back to the phone. "Yeah. Made bad choices." "There was so much cum in your hole," Fabien said. "Earlier. When Dr. T had you open." James's phone buzzed again. "We all do that. You just have to learn what you did wrong, and make better choices in the future." Tiago continued to type. "I've got a meeting. But Tiago said you have a friend there. I'll come by your place in an hour. You can tell me what happened." "Sure," James wrote back. "I guess." He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell another person about the dicks that had forced themselves into him. "Sorry," he said to Fabien. "Friend. He might come over later." "That's cool. Just a friend? Or have you guys fucked too?" James hesitated. He hated how every question Fabien asked made him seem like even more of a slut. "Don't worry," Fabien said. "I know you've done a lot. You said you liked to party. And Tiago said he fucked you. It's cool." "Yeah," James said. "He fucked me. A lot. And.." "Yeah?" "He and Tiago shared me." "Damn. That's hot. Were you high?" "Yeah." "Did the guy give you drugs too?" "He did. More than I wanted." "That's intense. Did you pass out?" "I...I..." James stammered again. "I can't really remember. There's gaps. I don't remember. And then I do." "You don't have to remember anything you don't want to," Fabien said. "Just remember the good things, right?" He was nodding, just like Tiago had taught him; James started to nod as well. "Hey. Let's smoke a bit, ok? You already got some. I need to catch up." "Yeah, I guess," James said. He was lying down, but he wanted to get up and move around. He felt warm, and happy; there was even a bead of sweat on his forehead. His hole was itching, and as much as he hated it, he wanted to get fucked. He wanted to feel Tiago hold him. He looked up at Fabien. He had found a glass pipe, and was heating up the bowl. "Do a few hits with me," Fabien said, and then started to inhale deeply. James remembered how the clouds had tasted and good he had felt when Tim had shared it with Tiago and him. But as soon as he remembered that, he remembered how Conrad had forced him to inhale the crystal clouds. James tensed, his body twitching, remembering what had happened. "You ok," Fabien asked. "You tensed up." Fabien inhaled from the glass pipe. "Just. Memories. It's hard." Fabien exhaled. "From last night?" James nodded. Fabien smiled. "What happened," he asked. "I want to hear it." Fabien inhaled again. It was a long, slow draw. "I was tied up. Blindfolded," James said. "I could hear him. Hear him hitting the pipe. He did massive hits." "Do one with me," Fabien said. He leaned in, and pressed his lips against James's mouth. Before he knew what he had done, James had opened his mouth. Fabien took immediate advantage, and exhaled his cloud directly down James's throat. "It's so good," Fabien said, kissing James. "This feels good, doesn't it?" James nodded. "Yeah," he finally said. The crystal was warm and made his mind spin. "He did massive hits?" Fabien asked, reminding James of his tale. "He forced it into me. I was too high, too tired to do anything. I had to take it." "It's better now," Fabien said. He handed James the pipe. It was warm and smoking. "You can do a hit on your own," he said. "Remember how good it can feel?" James nodded, and let himself take a slow hit from the pipe. "That's it. No worries. Enjoy it." James felt his lungs fill. His head was filling with familiar, sleazy thoughts. The memories came with them. He gasped, a bit of smoke escaping. "You ok?" Fabien asked. James paused and held the smoke in. Fabien took the pipe, and heated it up again. James exhaled. "Just. Just another memory." "I'm here," Fabien said. "Tell me what happened." Fabien inhaled again. "He put some tina on his cock," James said. "I didn't want to get fucked. I didn't want more drugs. I told him no." "But?" Fabien said, before returning to the pipe. "He did it. He fucked me. It hurt. Like my ass was on fire." "He didn't take no," Fabien said. James nodded. "Take another hit." Fabien passed the pipe to James. "Smoking will help you. Get you in a better headspace." "Yeah?" James asked. "I just want to forget." Fabien nodded, and James started to suck on the glass stem. "Just let yourself feel good for a moment," Fabien said. He watched James hit the pipe. Fabien saw how James was staring at him. Fabien smiled, but let James take a huge hit before gently nodding his head. James held the hit for nearly thirty seconds, before finally exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," James said. "Fuck." "Feeling it?" Fabien asked. "Yeah. I am. It's. It's" "It's good," Fabien said. "It's really good for you." He held up the torch, and lit it. "Now. Do another hit. And tell me another story about last night."

I'm tall, over 6 ft. with nice hips and a 32 inch waist. Guys like my blue eyes and long lashes. My cock, if you want to call it that, is small. About 3 inches and thin, on a good day. My balls are almost gone from the HRT that I took for about 2 years. I have a great head of curly long silver hair that's so thick it makes lots of younger guys envious. My breasts are puffy and my thick perky nipples have been vacuumed for years. My ass is probably my best body part. It's bubbly and bouncy and its gotten deep after years of taking big cock. My hole is stretched wide from being a total bottom for over 8 years and makes for an easy no lube entry into my guts. I usually only bareback and even though I'm married, no load is refused. I've had my share of STDs but no HIV, with my last test about a month ago. It was a boring Saturday at home. My wife was working and I was tired of watching bareback porn on the internet. I decided to take a drive to bath house for a change of scenery. When I got there I signed in, picked up my towel and went to my room, which consisted of a bed with a single sheet, end table and a small TV mounted on the wall in the corner. I stripped naked and took a shower to clean up. I noticed a few good looking men in the hall and in the shower. On the way back to my room I took a trip out to the pool and noticed that it was crowded, so I hoped I would meet some guys while I was there. I let my towel drop to my knees. There were hamburgers and hotdogs on the grill, but that's not what I came here for. I turned and went back to the entrance while still dragging my towel. I wrapped my damp towel around my waist and returned to my room. I left the door open and laid on my back on the bed naked. I grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. I scrolled thru the available channels and decided on a bareback channel to get my juices flowing. I glanced at a few of the guys that walked by hoping one would stop and take a look. My hopes were answered in just a few minutes. Standing at my door was a slim guy wearing his obligatory towel around his waist. He was about 5' 8" tall with short graying brown hair. I like any age, and he looked like he was in his 50s. I didn't notice how thin he was until he stepped into my room and dropped his towel. His waist and arms were very slim, and his thighs were thin and sinewy. His cock was stiff and glistening in the room light. It looked thick and about 7 to 8 inches long. I could see his balls behind his bulging cock. Even though I never saw a man who was AIDS wasted, I guessed he definitely is. He had warm eyes and a pleasing smile. I think he either saw me at the pool or in the shower and followed me to my room. He walked over too my bed holding his towel in his left hand and stroked my belly with his right hand. His touch was warm and gentle. It wandered a bit from my belly to my tiny cock and back to my belly where he pressed in firmly and surprised me a bit. He was able to push my belly into my hips while looking into my eyes. I didn't resist and I got the feeling he was telling me that some how my life was going to change today. When he got close enough I wrapped my arm around his legs and pulled his stiff cock into my mouth. I immediately noticed the unmistakable taste of ass and I was hoping he didn't yet shoot his load that day. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his tasty cock deep down my throat, which I was more than happy to let happen, but not enough to allow him to cum. He let out a shiver and a moan and I was getting the sweet taste of his precum onto the back of my tongue. I thought to my self this was already enough. Without saying a word I rolled over onto my belly where he could get a good look at the prize he was about to have. I felt a finger slip into my pussy lips and I had to moan. I lifted my hips to meet his hand just enough so he noticed. Again I was surprised when he pushed his finger deeper and had a good hold of my prostate when he pushed forcefully and it was my turn to let out a loud moan. He must have approved because he put one knee on the bed and moved his other knee on the other side of me. positioning his cock between my ass cheeks. He pressed his wet cock into my hungry hole. He pumped me for about 10 minutes and I felt a last thrust and loud grunt. His cock pulsed his seed into me for what seemed like 5 minutes and I wasn't wanting it to stop. He laid down on my back and kept breathing deeply. I let my hands creep around to his body where I stroked him gently. I found his hand and put his fingers into my mouth and sucked them when I felt him squirm like he was trying to make sure all his AIDS seed was deposited into my body. He lifted himself off my back and told me to turn over. When he got flat onto my belly we kissed each other deeply and I was squirming underneath him. We both started to breathe harder and I eventually felt his cock get harder. He got off briefly and I rolled back onto my belly. He climbed onto my back and his cock found it's mark again, but this time we took our time and I lifted my ass to meet his thrusts. Knowing that with every thrust I was getting closer to his POZ seed gushing into my body and then into my blood stream forever. Two months later I tested POZ. My goal was met.

I'm in Portland for a long weekend. I got here, rested a bit, and went on Sniffies to find out where to cruise. Liberated World was recommended. I drove over and went into the Whack Shack as they call it. There was a big bear naked on one of the couches. I sucked him and then offered my hole. He took it and blew a load in me. I'd been there five minutes and already been bred. There were two guys watching the straight video and I started sucking one. Made the same offer, but he was a total bottom. Moved on to the other but he didn't want to fuck me. Instead, the other guy rode him until he came and the two left together. Now it was just me and a big guy. He declined all help. It got really dull for about an hour and he finally accepted my mouth. I offered my hole but he wanted a condom. I declined and then when he got close, I sat down on his bare cock with no objection. He left and I was getting ready to go, but then a new daddy walked in. He got undressed and revealed two artificial limbs. It took him a while to get hard, but, he got on his knees and I got fucked by an about amputee for the first time. I played a little with an old guy who walked in but he couldn't get hard and I left. Got back to the Airbnb and thought I would go to bed, but then the itch still needed to be scratched. I went back on Sniffies and tried a local park but it was a pick up spot, not a place to actually fuck. Then a bunch of guys mentioned Buckman Field. I went. Walked until I met someone who gave me all the cruising tips. Then he gagged me with his cock and fucked me. He spit in my mouth and moved me to doggy before breeding me. I came across two guys playing and they took turns on me then one fucked the other into my hole. He bred me that way and then the other guy bred me. I got a polite rejection from a cute Indian guy before moving on. Six loads. Not bad for the first day.

Oh Man would you look at this boy's hole. It is going to feel so good wrapped around my hard cock as I breed him.

I love it. Sex is literally the most intimate you can be with someone so to remove kissing from that equation doesn’t work for me. I can agree that not all kisses are equal. Some guys have kissed me either before or after fucking me and it’s been “meh.” There are two guys I hook up with from time to time who can make me so fucking weak and horny when they kiss me that nothing compares. We all know it’s just sex. There’s no deeper connection than the physical, even though I do find them both very hot. But, for me at least, great kissing takes ok sex up a notch to “do whatever you want to me!” sex.

I got hit up out of the blue on Growlr last night. The guy was about 50 miles away, but there is a lot of north Louisiana hills and forest between us. Google maps said the trip was an hour and twenty minutes. He seemed nice and had a big cock, but I wasn't going to drive that far in the middle of the night. We agreed to try to meet today. After I got off work around 1:00, I had just enough time to clean out and drive up to meet him before he had to leave to go back to Dallas (he was visiting his hometown). I'm not sure why I went this far; I think I just needed to take a drive. I haven't traveled hardly at all during the pandemic. Despite growing up in this part of the world, I actually got to drive some backroads that I had never been down before, but the drive was through the middle of fucking nowhere until I came to his small town right on Interstate 20. His place turned out to be a truly disreputable trailer house. I was very skeptical once I saw it, but I had already driven so far. The inside the trailer was cozy enough. It looked like a Grandma's house which turned about to be what it was; he had recently inherited it from his Grandma. We got naked on the big grandma couch in the living room. I sucked him to a nice 7.5" hardness which was nicely thick. He got me into doggie position and entered me slowly using just spit for lube. He moved me into several positions continuing to fuck. At one point, he started to pick me up, and I kind of freaked. I weigh about 265 which is more than most guys can manhandle. He said, "Don't worry. I got you." This guy is a personal trainer ; he just picked me up and moved me or carried me throughout the rest of the fuck. After 15 or 20 minutes of this, he shot a big load in me. I was so wet with his seed; it was amazing. I got up and peed. When I came back he was stroking his still hard cock. "Will you let me in that hot, wet pussy again?" "Can you go twice?" "We gonna find out." He put me back in doggie on the floor and began pumping my hole just as hard and fast as before. I managed to grab my poppers this time; last time we were in the middle of it before I thought about them. We fucked in this position until I notice I was starting to get a little rug burn on my knees. We moved up the couch. He pressed my face into the back of the couch, pressed down to arch my back, and went back to fucking. After 20 solid minutes of pumping, he asked me to beg for his load. A little bit of dirty talk got him over the edge, and he bred another huge load into me. I just took off my clothes (about 6 hours later), and my hole was still so full that nut ran down my legs. We will definitely do this again. Here's the most interesting part of this great fuck (may not be for everyone). This guy had once been morbidly obese. He has lost over 200 lbs. He has lots of loose skin on his belly that he hasn't been able to get removed yet. I had never touched someone with this amount of loose skin before. I always was afraid it would feel gross. It was one of the most comforting and erotic things I had ever felt. When his loose skin draped across my body it felt like being wrapped up the warmest and softest weighted blanket you could ever imagine. It was a really comforting feeling. I told him how good it felt, and he seemed really pleased. It was wonderful experience.

this is so fucking hot! its sexy to hear about how slutty and promiscuous tops can be too. us powerbottoms are always bragging about all the men who fuck us but we never get to hear about all the holes powertops are out there fucking. plus these are our fave tops cause they clearly don't give a fuck about the boys they use. We are clearly just fuckholes to these men. guys who go around sliding their raw cocks into faggot after faggot, breeding whoever they want and not even bothering to ask our name or get a number or pretend to give a fuck about a bunch of dirty cumdumps are amazing. Breeding random faggots, married men on the DL, and knowing that so many bottoms are easy whores that thy can fuck with no strings attached, no questions asked and spreading their seed around to as many holes as they want. I had a boyfriend who would take me to the bathhouse and blindfold me in our room, ass up towards the door and hole lubed then would go around fucking sluts while I took loads and see if he could fuck more faggots than I took loads. what's surprising is I won half the time.plus he would come back and get me to suck his cock clean after each ass he fucked (covered in random guys loads) and I always got to take his last load of the day/night in my sloppy used up pussy.

Sorry if this one is a bit more romantic than slutty... I was back visiting Vancouver where I used to live, and I saw this guy on scruff right near where I was staying. We used to grab drinks when I lived there, and I had the biggest crush on him. He was just the kindest, nicest guy I’d ever met. He was from Central America, and I loved having a pint with him. Sometimes we’d go for a walk around the park, or watch the sunset on the beach. We even kissed once... but that was it. And here he was on scruff! So I said hi, wondering if he’d remember me after 5 years. And of course he did. He invited me over for a drink, which got me excited, but also we’d never really done anything sexual, which was fine. If it was just a drink, it still would have been great to see him again. So I went over, and he poured me a beer, and we caught up for over an hour. It was really late, and he was just wearing this grey undershirt and red gym shorts that so d his bulge, it was driving me crazy. Finally he sat next to me and put his hand on my knee, and then we started making out. it was so exciting and intense, and we just started stripping down. I’m a top, but he just started taking control and kissing me all over my body, which drove me wild. And then he just gently slid into me. No discussion of whether or not he should put a condo, on or anything. After 5 years, and we were finally having sex!!! He fucked me, but then suddenly pulled out and came all over me. I was a bit sad, because I was having such an amazing time, and really getting into a bottoming mode. I rubbed his cum all over my chest and loved it. But he just stayed hard... So a got on top of him and slid it back inside of me. We just stared into each other’s eyes, as he fucked me deeper than I had ever been fucked before. This time he didn’t pull out. And I couldn’t believe how much he still had left in him. When I pulled off. I started dripping. Again, thinking that it was over, but also FULLY satisfied, e laid there spooning for a bit. But again, his cock just stayed rock hard. He asked if he could go in again... which of course he could. Holding me tightly and kissing my neck he fucked me slowly and again, shot another load in me.I was getting chills at how good it felt. We faced each other and made out a bit more. It was hard not to kiss him constantly. He was also soooo gorgeous. He was really toned, had this perfect beard, and these sweet droopy bedroom eyes. I couldn’t help myself, so I climbed on top again to have STILL hard cock. He said he wasn’t sure if he could cum again, and I said that was fine, I just wanted to feel him I’m me as long as I could. But eventually he started really thrusting and then laid me down on my back and really fucked the shit out of me. He was soooo adorable, because he asked again “can I cum inside you?” We were both sweaty, and I couldn’t believe he’d cum 4 times. But again, we were spooning and he said how much he enjoyed the third one were he fucked me gently on our side. Again he asked if it was okay to slide his dick in me again, and again he asked if he could cum in me. Which of course he did. There was something that just felt soooooo raw about it. Like I e been going bareback for years, but with him it just felt like I was so fully naked. And that the sex we we’re having was more bare than I’d ever had before. Hope we can meet again next time I’m back!

I like loose hole. Hairy or smooth, just prefer it natural. I like a lippy cunt, nice big puffy meaty ass lips

Meeting the Boyfriend The reminder on my phone had been hassling me for a few days but I wanted to get Dragonboy"s cousin taken care of first. I glanced over at the still sealed bag on the table with my meds safely inside and thought "Today over lunch we can check up on him." The laptop chirped and I knew I had more email waiting. The ominous one titled "You have 11 new messages waiting for you" from one of my hookup sites gave me mixed emotions. I left it to be the last one I dealt with. Logging on to the site, I read through them. A couple were the usual "Your hot" or "Hi wanna fuck?" messages. One I recognized and was hesitant to open it up, but I did. "Hi. Sorry for running off. I was scared. Was surprised since you never said he was poz. I hope we can try it again soon. I am ready now" was the message from allcum4me2. I laughed to myself and figured a day later he was jacking off thinking about how he took his first unmedicated loads. Now he was regretting freaking out and was now hooked. Hitting the reply button I typed out "Not me you need to apologize to. I'll pass ur info to him and he can decide to meet again or not." I replied to one other message that seemed like a good chance for a hookup and then closed my laptop and got back to work. The morning dragged and I was on my third cup of coffee when it finally got to lunch time. Thankfully the rain from earlier had stopped and I headed off to the pharmacy in a pair of jeans and a tight tee. It was a pleasant walk and thankfully some of the boarded up places were getting fixed up. I wasn't really sure what I wanted when I got to the drug store, but the first thing I needed to know was how Sanjiv fared with a few loads of my special seed. I walked through the aisles toward the back of the store and saw a few people waiting in line. I took my spot at the end, six feet behind the person in front of me and looked behind the counter. There were two people working, both with their backs to me. The first turned and it wasn't him but when the other turned around I spotted my target. I couldn't get a good look at him but he seemed tired. I finally got up to the front of the line and he saw me. He leaned over and told the other pharmacist something and the other guy nodded. The other worker disappeared when he finished with his customer and that left me with Sanjiv as my only option. "May I help you sir?" He asked as I approached the counter. I leaned in closer than I was supposed to and told him "I'm just checking up on you to see what happened." "Jacob, I'm going to take a break. Can you handle the counter?" Sanjiv called out behind him. "Yeah" was the response and a few seconds later we were over in the corner of the store. "You don't mess around, do you? That was one bad fuckin' flu" Sanjiv said. I smiled back at him and replied "It's what you asked for, right?" "Well... yeah. I just didn't expect it to be that bad. It freaked my boyfriend out too. He thought I had Covid" Sanjiv said. "Does he know what it really was?" I asked. "No, now he thinks it was just a bad flu I got from being run down. I've been working a lot of hours the past few months" Sanjiv explained. "Good, it's really hot when they don't know. You been fucking him a lot since you recovered?" I asked, the evil grin on my face obscured by the mask. "Monday was my first day back at work, but I've been doing him every night this week. He even commented last night about how much more energetic the sex has been since I was sick. I told him I was making up for the days I missed fucking him" Sanjiv said with a gleem in his eye. Grinning, I asked "What night do you want me over next week?" At that point, I think he realized that I hadn't been kidding when I told him I wanted to do his boyfriend. I had no idea what his boyfriend even looked like, nor did I care. "Ummm... I... I don't know. I work until 8 PM every day next week" Sanjiv replied. He was nervous and I enjoyed seeing him squirm. "That's fine, I like late night hookups. Tuesday good?" I asked as I leaned in close. A drip of sweat ran down his forehead and nose into his mask. "Uh... okay" he replied softly. "10 PM good for you? Give me your address and I'll be there" I said before a little pause. "Oh, I'm going to need to know what excuse you're giving him, unless you bring random men home to fuck him all the time." More drips of sweat ran down his forehead before he looked me in the eye and said "Meet me out front of the pharmacy at 9 PM. I'll think of something by then. I need to get back to work." I chuckled and let him walk back behind the counter. I thought about stopping by on Sunday or Monday to make sure our meeting was still on, but I took the time to meet up again with a furry Italian guy I'd fucked a few weeks earlier. He wasn't as tight this time and it was a much longer fuck. I gave him two big loads and still wrecked his hole judging by the pink hue of cum dripping down his hairy legs. He even commented on the taste of my cock when he sucked me clean. Tuesday evening arrived and I was happy I'd taken a day off from fucking and built up a good quantity of enhanced cum. I was a few minutes early so I leaned against the building and pulled out my phone to see who was nearby on one of my apps. No one was within a block but after that, it seemed like every gay slut was online. I got a few that checked to see if I was looking. I made mental notes of the ones that would be good hookups later in the week. A couple minutes past the hour, Sanjiv walked out the door and one of his co-workers locked up behind him. "You all ready to do the deed?" I asked from the shadows. He jumped a little, surprised by my voice. I pointed up and said "You guys need to fix some of these lights. It's not safe out here." "You scared the shit out of me. Yeah, I know about the lights but they've been trying to get them fixed since the riots died down without much luck" Sanjiv replied. We walked down the street before turning down one of the main streets in the area. About six blocks later, we turned again and walked a few buildings down and stopped. "Here's the deal. My boyfriend has been wanting to open our relationship up for a while. I don't think he has the willpower to refuse a bare fuck and if anyone is gonna knock him up I want it to be me. I told him that I'll give it a chance, but I get to pick the first few guys" Sanjiv said to me quietly, face to face. I nodded and asked "So I'm the first that you know of since you got serious?" He stared back at me and his eyes told me it was a sore subject. "He's strayed a few times but I can always tell. With Covid, he's been really good so I told him Sunday I found someone I could trust for a quick fuck. He's been excited ever since. He has no idea who you are or what you look like. One fuck. That's all you get. No swapping numbers, no repeats. You understand?" he said bluntly. I laughed to myself never having imagined Sanjiv to be a possessive top. "Yeah, I understand. You know, he may dump you when he finds out what you did to him" I replied. I could see his smirk through his mask. "You're the ideal scapegoat. This is going to work out perfect" he said with a chuckle. We walked through the door, up to the third floor and down the hall to his apartment. He opened the door and we both walked in. Once inside, Sanjiv pulled his mask off and I followed suit. It was a nice apartment, clearly 'decorated' and not just stuff added as needed. The chairs and sofa matched, as did the tables, and all of the accessories were color and style coordinated. I looked around and there was no sign of the boyfriend. I peered into the kitchen and it was empty and clean. Sanjiv started walking toward a short hallway and I followed. "There you are. You look like you're ready" Sanjiv said. Once inside the bedroom I saw him - naked and kneeling in the center of the bed. He was short and thin, blond by the look of his eyebrows, but his hair was dyed a few different shades and hung down from the top over the shaved sides of his head. His blue eyes stared back, carefully examining every part of me. I was doing the same and while he looked like he might have an attitude, he also looked like he might be easy to control. Moving closer, I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. "I hope he sucks as good as you said" I said. We hadn't talked at all about what his boyfriend liked or did, I just thought my comment would be appropriate to the storyline. Sanjiv's boyfriend looked up at me and grinned as he crawled over to the edge of the bed. He gave a tug and pulled my jeans and trunks down together. "Fuck yeah" he said, seeing my partially hard cock for the first time. The dark shaft looked good against the pale hand he he held it in. He gave the shaft a few strokes before he pulled the foreskin back and licked over the exposed head and moaned. Once he got his lips wrapped around my cock, he started to really suck on it. I looked over to see how Sanjiv was dealing with his boyfriend blowing me. He was rubbing his crotch and seemed to be enjoying it. I wondered if that attitude would change when my bare cock was pounding his boy's ass. This went on for a few minutes and I pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. Next, I slipped my sandals off and then pushed my jeans down the rest of the way. Sanjiv's boyfriend kept my cock fully enveloped in his mouth as I finished stripping, just like a good cocksucker should. A few nods of my head and Sanjiv got the hint and started to take his clothes off too. "You want to fuck him first?" I asked. "No, I'll do him when you're done" Sanjiv replied, coldly. Chuckling, I grabbed his boyfriend's head and slowly started to fuck his mouth. When I pushed deeper and entered his throat, he barely gagged and let me slide down until my balls were on his chin. Pulling back, I saw my cock covered in spit and slime and gave a few quick thrusts before burying my cock in his throat again and staying there. He lasted almost thirty seconds before he started to struggle and I waited a few more seconds before pulling out far enough for him to breathe. Giving him a few light pats on his face, I said "mmm, good cocksucker. Now show me that ass." The boyfriend slowly pulled off my cock, leaving a long string of drool hanging from the tip. He turned around and was now facing Sanjiv who was leaning against the wall stroking his cock. Sanjiv seemed to be enjoying the scene so far and I wondered again if that would continue when he saw me fuck his boyfriend. I had seen it before when I was a third for a couple - foreplay was ok, but attitudes changed when my cock entered one of the partner's holes. I bent down and looked the boyfriend's ass over, spreading his ass cheeks and spitting on the pink hole. I rubbed my thumb in circles around the ring and then pushed it in. My thumbnail scraped as it went in and I was pretty rough as I plunged my thumb in and out, twisting it around and stretching the hole open. After a couple minutes I swapped my thumb for a pair of fingers and stretched and scraped him further. I leaned in and withdrew my fingers right before shoving my tongue in. I licked around the hole before jabbing my tongue inside the ring. The boyfriend clenched his ass around my tongue and I gave his butt a swift slap. When he relaxed, my tongue darted in and out for a bit and then I used my fingers again, alternating my tongue and finger-work. When I sensed the familiar copper taste, I knew my prep was done. Slowly I stood up, dragging my tongue from his hole up and along the center of his back. I tapped my hard, wet cock on his ass and started to push in. "Wait! You got a condom on, right?" the boyfriend yelled out. I looked up and Sanjiv had a wicked smile on his face. "No, I never use em. Much better feeling a bottom's cunt when it's skin on skin" I replied. "You gotta cover up. Only my boyfriend fucks me raw" he said. I looked back to Sanjiv and raised my eyebrows. "You heard the boy. He wants it wrapped. I hope you brought something that fits that cock of yours" Sanjiv said. I could tell by the tone in his voice he was enjoying making me work for his boyfriends bare ass. "No. I didn't bring any fucking condoms since I never fuck with them. Now open that ass up and show me what that hungry pussy feels like" I said sternly. Apparently, the boyfriend was ready for this situation and reached under a pillow and pulled out a couple condoms. He handed one back to me which I begrudgingly took. Chuckling, I said "This ain't gonna fit" right before I ripped the packet open with my teeth. The moment the boyfriend turned back looking at Sanjiv, I pushed my finger into the condom exposing the tip and gave a quick bite to it, puncturing the latex. I rolled the damned thing on, feeling it squeeze tightly around my thick cock, muttering my displeasure the whole time. It was too tight and too short but I knew it wouldn't last long. He reached back to feel the rubber on my dick and then guided it toward his hole. There really wasn't enough spit or lube on and in his hole for a condom fuck and I was counting on that to helping rip it open after a few hard thrusts. Four thrusts it turned out to be and by the sixth thrust there was just a ring of latex around my cock and some shreds hanging off of it. His unprotected hole felt so much better and was soon getting coated with my viral precum. My cock had been driving into his ass for several minutes when he reached back and I grabbed his hand and held it in the small of his back. I'm sure he was going to check to see if the condom was still on. Each thrust was firm and the exposed head of my cock was bouncing off his inner ring, causing him to yell out a whimper each time. The pounding was strong enough that after a few more minutes his one arm couldn't hold up his body and with one particularly strong shove, he collapsed on his face. Face down, ass up is always a good position to fuck. I pulled his other hand back so that both were held together right where I imagined a biohazard tramp stamp would look really good on him. I drilled him like this for another few minutes and then calmly said "I think the condom broke." "What? FUCK!!! Pull out! I have another one here" the boyfriend yelled out. I could see Sanjiv laughing to himself and then giving me a nod. "No fuckin way. Once I start fucking, I don't stop until I've dumped my load" I replied. I climbed up and pinned the boyfriend to the bed and started to pound harder. "See? Doesn't that feel better? No god-damned latex between my dick and that sweet pussy of yours" I grunted out as we bounced on the bed. Sanjiv was stroking his cock harder and I hoped he wasn't going to waste his charged seed. I gave him a stern look and he backed off, unlike me. I fucked harder. The boyfriend was whimpering from my assault, but no longer complaining about my raw fucking. Just like every other guy, he preferred his sex without any barriers between the two bodies. He probably wouldn't have even brought up fucking with a condom if Sanjiv wasn't standing right there. If I could crawl inside his head he was probably cheering the broken condom since deep down he knew he was a cum dump. A soon to be poz cum dump. My balls started to tighten and my breathing got labored. I had leaked enough precum inside him so we all heard the tell-tale sounds of a sloppy hole. It was about to get even sloppier. I whispered in the boyfriend's ear "Beg for it" and he weakly yelled out "No!" "Come on. I know you want it. Beg for my load!" I told him. When he replied "No!" again, I pulled all the way out and slammed my cock all the way in. He cried out as my cock blasted through his inner ring. I did it three more times and then said again "Beg for it!" He turned his head to look up at Sanjiv, probably wanting permission but Sanjiv stayed silent. Sanjiv stood there with his hard, dripping cock in his hand and a the expression on his face was more of impatience than anything else. I pulled half-way back and drove in again. A few moments later I heard him say quietly "Breed me." "What?" I asked. "Breed my fuckin pussy! I need your hot load filling my guts!" he screamed out. My dick understands a few commands and that's one of them. The first shot pumped deep inside him and I pulled back just a bit to spray the next few forceful ropes of viral cum a little shallower. In all, there were almost a dozen volleys of sperm that shot out of my cock into the boyfriend's ravaged hole. I laid there, my sweaty chest against his back with my slowly softening cock sealing in all of my diseased cum. After a few minutes, I pulled out and stood up. I spotted the bathroom and went in and grabbed a hand towel from the rack. I pulled the last condom remnants off my dick and tossed them in the trash can before wiping my cock on the soft, white towel leaving a smear of dark pink cum across it. When I walked back into the bedroom, Sanjiv was balls deep into his boyfriend. He gave four or five more thrusts and then growled out as he delivered his own toxic load. "Cum, it's the best lube" I said as I picked up my trunks and jeans and slipped them on. My shirt was next and I slipped my sandals on before heading to the door. Sanjiv was still inside his boyfriend, breathing heavily. There were no "goodbyes" or swapping digits. My work was done and I'd find out what happened the next time I hit the pharmacy.

I've been blessed to be a grower and not a shower, and over the last 12 years since I started bottoming, I'm glad to say that I don't even get hard anymore. All my sensations and pleasure come my pussy and from the size of my tops cock. I've had numerous tops comment on how they love I have a clit dick and no my place. my balls are also very compact and don't hang very low either. I can hold both in one hand and it makes them both look even smaller. I love the excitement on the tops face when i lay back and spread my legs and they see that they are the obvious man in the fuck we're about to have. They've told me if I had a nice pair of breasts I would be the perfect bottom.

I love making my dick as small and unassuming as possible when I bottom, to the point that I lock it in the tiniest chastity cage I can fit it into. I've gone to bath houses like that, but all I ever end up getting is grumpy bottoms because they can't "convince" some switch to top them. It's a kink, but I love seeing small dick guys getting railed, and being verbally abused for the shortcomings

Part-2 Things pretty much stayed the same for the next few weeks. Every two to three days TJ was up in my apartment when he needed more weed. And I was more than happy to keep supplying him as long as I got to suck that big 19 year old cock. Maybe suck is too nice of a way to put it. TJ was very aggressive and loved the fact that I had no gag reflex as he pounded his pierced cock down my very receptive throat. He loved to bury himself balls deep and hold my head tight against his hairy crotch as he pumped his huge loads of teenage cum right down my esophagus. And I loved every second of it. And because he was young and horny, he was always good for two loads. And I always rewarded him well for his stud service. I even got him to strip naked everytime while I serviced him fully clothed by offering him more weed. He may have technically been the rough trade, swapping his body for drugs, but I was the one who felt like the dirty whore, and I loved it. So after a few weeks of this, I decided it was time to take it to the next level. I gave TJ a soda laced with G. Not enough to knock him out, (although I do enjoy playing with a unconcious boy. There's few things dirtier than fucking and breeding a passed out boy, filling him up with my babies.) but enough to have him loose and vulnerable. So after he finished his soda and we had emptied a couple of bongs, he was high as fuck as he reclined, buck naked in all his scruffy, pierced and tattooed white trash glory. I began to slowly suck his cock, taking my time with it as I massaged his balls and taint. TJ just moaned as he limply laid back on the couch. I made slow love to his cock as I slowly pulled his skinny body over the edge of the couch and started to roll him over. "Dude, what are you doing?" He slurred. "You're not going to fuck me!" "Sssshhhhhhh." I silenced him. "I'm not going to fuck you, I promise. I just want to show you a new pleasure." I reassured him as I pulled out another baggie of weed. This time it was a full 1/4 oz. TJ looked at it with glassy eyes before he reached for it with an unsteady hand, grabbing it and clutching it to his chest. "All right," he mumbled, "you can touch it, but I don't get fucked." "Not yet you whore." I thought to myself as I handed him the loaded bong. TJ took a couple of more big hits as I got a real good look at his ass. His cheeks were covered in a light brown fuzz, and his crack was filled with a dense fuzzy trail. My mouth watered as I slowly spread him open, getting a look at his asshole for the first time. A musky smell hit my nostrils as I gazed down at his hairy brown hole. My cock was rock hard as my mouth moved toward his soon to be discovered pleasure spot, knowing I was about to be the first person to touch that promised land. My tongue lightly tickled his hairy hole and he gasped in surprise. I flicked at his brown pucker and blew on his hairs as he lightly moaned. Then I started licking his hole as his moans grew louder and longer. I planted my mouth against his shitter and really went to town. I sucked and nibbled on TJ's straight boy pussy, showing him for the first time in his young life just what a pleasure center his asshole was. He totally took me by surprise when he reached back and spread his cheeks apart, giving me better access. "Oh fuck dude!" He panted. "Eat my ass you dirty faggot! Oh fuck that feels good! Eat my hole!" And eat it I did. I stuck my tongue in him, past his anal ring which brought more moans and more dirty talk from him. I ate him out for probably 15 minutes before he groaned, "Dude, I'm gonna cum!" I quickly flipped him over as I wet my index finger and jammed it right up his straight skater boy cunt, hitting his prostate. He let out a howl of ecstasy as he grabbed my head and skull fucked me before shooting another one of his big loads down my throat. TJ collapsed back onto the couch in a sheen of sweat as the last drops of his cum dribbled onto my tongue, allowing me to taste the trashy young studs semen. "Dude, I gotta piss." He announced with his dick still in my mouth. "Do it here." I mumbled around his cock. "No way dude! I ain't fuckin doing that!" I was on a pure lust high and quickly grabbed another 1/8 and held it up. "Do it!" I demanded. "Give me your piss!" TJ paused for second before snatching the weed out of my hand. "God damn you're a disgusting queer. All right faggot, get your mouth on my dick!" I trembled with excitement as I took him back into my mouth and waited. It took him a few moments, but eventually a small stream started, which quickly became a large stream. I had trouble keeping up and piss dribbled out of my mouth onto his hairy legs. "Oh fuck dude." He groaned as he experienced another new erotic sensation, that of a warm mouth around his cock as he expelled his urine. "Oh yeah you dirty fag. Drink my piss you nasty bitch. Drink it all you dirty piss drinking faggot bitch!" As TJ verbally abused me, I reached down to my rock hard cock, and in just a few strokes, I was shooting off into my shorts as the last of TJ's piss flowed into my mouth.

Part 5 Ten days later, I would be on my back with my legs in the air and Felix’s cock buried in my ass. Two other guys would be there in my bedroom, watching us. Felix would stop fucking me and launch into a rant about how the fantasies of bottom guys always involved their holes being somehow irresistible to every man within a mile, as if this one bottom was the last one left in the entire city. (And I’d have to beg him to keep going before he finally came inside me.) That night at the party, standing outside the dark room, I didn’t think of it exactly that way. But I had just been fingered by one hot guy and fucked by another who used cum out of his own ass as lube. Most of the men there had seen it happen. And they weren’t lining up to fuck me themselves. So it dawned on me that my asshole, hungry as it was for raw cock, was not a scarce commodity at a sex party. I headed into the dark room. It was more crowded than before, full of growls and whispers and wet sounds. I felt hands reaching out, feeling my body as I tried to move slowly through the crush of naked me. I wasn’t ready to stop yet. I was absorbing the mood, trying to understand it. For every hand that found my ass and lingered, there were many more that groped for my cock. Several men tried to back up right on me, even as I was moving through the crowd. I realized I had something a lot of these guys wanted. I moved more slowly now, deciding I could be as picky as I wanted, here in this dark room full of men who didn’t care what I looked like. After some furtive groping, I found a smooth, very firm ass of a guy who had a hard body. In my mind he was young and blond, fresh off the football team, but who knew? I never did. I slipped a finger down and played around the edges of his hole. He grabbed my cock and began to jerk me. I used my other hand to see if I could find his cock, but he was cupping it in one hand. “Just fuck me,” he whispered. “I won’t pull out. Is that what you want?” I said. “Me to cum inside you?” “Yeah, do it!” I slipped a finger inside him. He was well-lubed. I was pretty sure that was all it was so far. “Here’s the deal,” I said. “I’m gonna fuck you and give you a big load. And then you’re gonna fuck me with my load running down your legs. And your hot muscle cum is gonna blast inside me with the other men’s cum that’s already in there. And I bet that while you’re fucking me, some other guy is gonna start feeling your ass and he’ll be in your hole by the time you cum in mine. Sound hot?” I could hear him breathing faster. I pushed at the hand covering his cock and he let it fall away. It felt it then, a mushroom head on a cock that was otherwise pretty skinny, but long enough to make itself known inside my ass. There was a drop of precum oozing out of the slit. “You wanna get fucked. I wanna get fucked. We help each other out and there are still lots of chances for more.” “Yeah, okay” he said breathlessly as I wiggled around inside him. “Cool,” I said. “And by the way, I’m done whispering.” I smiled but he couldn’t see it. “Fuck,” I said then, in a voice that I would have used upstairs. “That is one beautiful ass. You gonna spread it for me?” He whispered something and I said, “Yeah, well I am gonna fuck it.” There was some nervous laughter around us but I could tell by the change in sounds that some guys were listening more seriously. And my new partner was starting to get into it. “Do it, man, Fuck my muscle ass.” His voice wasn’t as loud as mine, but it wasn’t a whisper any more.” “I got two fingers in you already. You ready for some cock now?” “Oh yeah! Fuck me,” he said at full volume. I could feel other hands at his hole now. Someone had stepped up behind me and grabbed my cock. I could feel him grinding his own dick against me. “Help me out, fucker,” I told him. “Line me up and let’s get my cock into this hole.” My helper obliged just as my muscle boy leaned back. The head of my cock pressed against his pucker and I said, “Let me in, let me in. This is the cock you’ve been waiting for.” I slid in a few inches and began a slow pump. I had to loosen him a little more but I also had to be careful because the head of my cock was getting all the sensation from his ass and that could push me over the edge fast. I felt my helper start to kiss the back of my neck. He had some serious stubble and I realized he was an inch or two taller than me, and pretty hairy. Lean, too, but not muscular. His cock was resting against the small of my back. It felt thick. I decided the muscle boy needed more inches.“Ready?” I said. “Here comes the rest of it.” I pushed my cock deeper into him and I heard a yelp and then a grunt. He shifted his body position, leaning further forward and started to say, “yeah, yeah, yeah,” with each thrust I made and then suddenly stopped. I heard some muffled sounds. Had someone shoved a cock in his mouth? The guy behind me wrapped one arm across the top of my chest, holding me tight. I felt a finger at my hole, and then another one. Someone else had joined us and one of them pushed into my hole. “Jesus,” I said. “Push that finger in deeper. Help me blow a huge load into this hole.” I had both hands on my bottom’s ass now and had a good deep stroke going. Someone from my left started kissing me and both hands at my hole now had a finger inside me. I felt the orgasm start and then it burst out of me without warning. In all my pumping and dumping adventures, I thought I had learned better control, but I hadn’t ever been so stimulated before. “Fuck! Fuck” I almost shouted. I was blowing so much cum into the hole in front of me I could hardly stand. The guy behind me kept me upright as I groaned and shuddered. Normally when I cum its like my sex drive shuts down for a few minutes. But in this situation I had no choice, because at this point I lost control of events. I slipped out of the ass I had been in, and as I did so I felt another hard cock pressing right in where I had been. I felt like I should object and say, “He has to fuck me,” but then the arm around my upper chest tightened and pulled up around my neck, almost as if to choke me and I had to take a step backwards to keep from falling over. “Now you,” a deep voice with some accent I didn’t recognize ordered. “Yes, fuck me, dude!” And no sooner had I said yes than I felt him maneuvering behind me. One of the fingers slid out of my ass and a moment later something much larger was pushing in where the finger had been. The other finger slipped out as I grunted and then said, “Fuck!” again. This was a big cock. At this point, I could smell poppers and someone nearby held a bottle kind of under my nose. I grabbed at the hand to bring it close so I could get a serious whiff. My head started to spin and I was tingling all over as I took a second big whiff and then the cockhead burst into my hole. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned. Whoever it was with the poppers let me take one more whiff, which was just what I needed because now I was being fucked, hard. My ass was screaming but I was so turned on. I had just cum and my body wasn’t ready for this. My mind, however, was totally into it. This intensity, this lust, this sense of being used. This was what I had been wanting ever since I had started jerking off to the idea of forbidden raw sex. I had no idea who this man in my ass was. I had no idea what he looked like, or who else he had fucked that night. Maybe ten guys had fucked him and I was the very bottom of the heap. The darkness had brought us together and we were each getting what we needed. My cock was hard again and hands were grabbing at it. The sensation didn’t compare to the feeling of being fucked, even as my ass relaxed that little bit that it took for its resistance to go away and for the cock inside me to pound even deeper into my guts. I was standing almost on my tiptoes as each thrust from the taller man drove me upward. “I want your--” “Shut up,” he growled. His other hand went over my mouth. The arm around my chest slid all the way up to my neck and now I really was afraid I wouldn’t be able to breath. He pumped even harder into me and I yelped again. “Shut up!” he shouted into my ear. Some guys fuck like a rabbit, quick almost spasmodic pumps. This guy was more like a hammer, drawing back carefully before coming back hard. He was crushing my prostate and my cock was leaking as it bounced uselessly in front of me. Someone seemed to notice and tried to blow me but the fuck I was getting meant my groin bounced off his head and he stopped. There were hands on my torso, touching me as if somehow they could absorb some of the power of this fuck. I never would have tolerated being used like this after a date or on a hookup. But here, in a room full of men, I was ready. All the shame I had ever felt about my desires, all the guilt that had haunted me for wanting to have sex with men, to taste their cum, to have them inside of me: these things required that I be fucked raw in the dark. Hammer man was cursing in my ear now. “Fuck. Shit. Jesus. Fuck!” I moaned and without stopping his cursing, he tightened his arm. He really was cutting off some of my air now. I could have panicked. I almost panicked. I would have panicked except that he began to shake. He arched his back, pulling me up off the floor completely, and roared as he came violently inside me in a series of short spasms. After just a moment his hand came off of my mouth, and his arm fell away from my neck. I gasped for air for a moment but then his dick slipped out of my hole and he was turning me around and kissing me, holding both sides of my head as he invaded my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him--he really was hairy everywhere--and embraced the first man to breed my hole. With surprising tenderness, he broke off the kiss, patted my cheek, and slipped away into the crowd and the darkness. I never found out who he was. I reached back to my tender hole. I could feel cum running out of it and I wiped some up with my finger and brought it to my lips, savoring it. I imagined that some of it was his and some was the cum from the anonymous men who had fucked Michael. Then there was another hand on my ass and a face pressed close to my ear and a voice asking, “Let me eat your ass.” --- Felix texted me the next day and invited himself over, teasing me about how I lived right on top of the alley. We didn’t fuck, we just talked and I told him about how I had taken only one more load the night before, in that same dark room, from a guy who had seemed incredibly tense and had shot inside me in less than 2 minutes. I’d been fucked by two other guys who didn’t cum, and I’d fucked several myself without cumming, including a dude with a PA. “Might have been Drew,” Felix said. “He only gets fucked when it's a dark room. But then he always gets fucked when it’s a dark room.” It took me a while to admit that the party had been my first raw fuck as a bottom. I wasn’t only going to bottom: fucking ass was hot! But I was not going to be afraid to go after what I wanted, when I wanted. The party had changed that, changed me. “Dove in at the deep end of the pool,” I said. And Felix pointed out that was really the best place because the shallow end was a pretty stupid place to dive. Smartass.

Well I guess I should explain I live with another gay guy, Tom. He always gets the hottest and greatest asses. He has a beautiful body with just the right amount of tattoos on his body to drive you wild. I love to sit in the living room listening to him fuck some hot guys. After the guy leaves Tom sits down in chair in the living room, opens a red spiral bound notebook from his end table, makes some notes and frequently will chuckle saying as he puts the book away, saying "That hottie was just initiated into the club." He then generally went to bed or went about his business. I finally had to see what was in the book after we had been roommates for a couple months. There must have been close to 200 names in the book. Each page was marked at the top with a month and year, with the earliest date going back to March, 2003, but only one name was recorded, I]John[/i] and beside the name, was a smiley face and paragraph telling about how John initated him into the club. I thought it odd there were no notations for the balance of the year other than that one entry. The next page was dated April 2004. There were four names on the page and behind the name was either a smiley face or a star with a big circle around. I just laughed and thought Tom must enjoy all the ass he gets, and put the book back. I never told him I looked at his book 'cause we tried to respect each other's privacy. About three months ago Tom invited me to go with him to the club. His boys were out of town and he needed some drinks and some ass, so I decide to go. It was hot at the club and before long guys were all over Tom. I was sitting beside him at the bar and a hottie named John came over to me and started flirting with me. He led me to dance floor to dance and pushed me to a corner to kiss me and pin me to the wall. He asked how far my place was from the bar. I replied "Ten minutes." He asked if we could go there. I pointed to Tom saying he and I had ridden together. John looked over, registered Tom, and remarked it looked like he might be going home with someone else tonight. I looked over and saw John was almost certainly right: Tom was paying his tab and leaving with one of the hotties from the bar. He looked over at me, gestured to the door, indicating he was leaving. John kissed me again and said "Come on, let's go," paying my tab and smiling at the bartender. What a nice guy. We left and went to my place. Before we could get the door closed he was kissing me and taking off his clothes. He pushed me onto the couch and stripped me naked. We ended up naked and he kissed me and asked if I had a condom, to which I replied "No." "Damn" he replied "I can't fuck you without a condom. I got to have one." He then asked if my roommate had any, and he got up and headed into Tom's room, returning with a box of condoms with a big star with a circle around it. He smiled and said "Now I can fuck the shit out of you boy." It wasn't long before we were fucking like animals and I was enjoy feeling his eight inch cock in my ass. He was rough and enjoyed making me really feel him inside me. He leaned down and kissed me and started to moan, saying "Yeah, here it cums." And with that I could feel the warmth of his explosion in my ass. John collasped on top of me and we lay there for a few minutes, his cock still deep inside my hole. Then he withdrew, stood-up, and freaked saying "Oh fuck dude, oh fuck. I'm sorry dude. The condom must have broken. He was visibly upset. I replied "It's OK, John, it happens." He stammered "No, it isn't OK. I have Aids, and my cum will infect you." I lay there, trying to remember what I should do, if anything, as he dressed to leave. Just then Tom walked in, greeted us, and turned to me saying "How do you know John?" Tom then noticed the box of condoms, and before John or I could get a word in, Tom asked "Did you borrow those from my room?" I replied "Yeah, he wouldn't fuck me without a condom." Tom chuckled saying "Well welcome to the club roomie. Those are my trick condoms for those guys who say they won't fuck without condoms. I cut the tips off and put them back in the pack so no one knows but me." He then laughed and said "John initiated me in the club in early 2000s. Doctors said he wouldn't live another six months, but here he is." He walked over to his book saying "See this book? This is list of all the guys I've pozzed. I put a star with a big circle if I had to stealth them with the trick condoms." Tom chuckled again saying "I always thought I would get to poz your ass. It never occurred to me my benefactor would have the honors."

Chapter One The more I stood there looking at the black steel door in front of me, the more I got pissed. He disappeared in the evenings during the week many times, only to show up with some lame excuse to where he had been. Tonight, I followed him. I was going to find out what the fuck was going on. I expected to see him go into one of the many adult bookstores in our area, but he went passed them and down this alley. I wondered if he knew I was following him, because at the top of the stairs leading down to where I was now, he paused and looked at the entrance of the alley. A smug grin came across his face and then he descended to the door. With a loud bang, he was gone. My anger grew and without thinking about it I kicked the bottom of the door. The thud echoed through the alley way. I heard some loud clicking and the door swung open. “What do you want” a deep commanding voice said from the darkness inside. “I, um, I’m not sure……”I stuttered out. “You the fresh meat?” the voice asked “I……” Without starting my second word, a large muscular arm reached out of the dark, it’s hand grabbed my arm and pulled me in. The door slammed shut with a loud thud, then a click and I knew I was trapped inside this place. Before I could say anything or even protest, the man pushed me into a room and order: “Strip” I was shaking with fear and without even thinking, I pulled my shirt over my head, stuffing it in one of the large brown bags on the floor. I kicked off my shoes and tossed them in. “Hurry the fuck up, the clients will be in soon” I undid my jeans and pulled them off, tossing them in the bag. There I was standing in my underwear, with this huge muscle man looming over me. “Underwear too,” he said, “Fuck are you shy?” Hooking my fingers in the waistband of my briefs I pushed them down my legs. His had went to my ass, rubbing it, then sliding his fingers in my crack. They moved up and down, teasing my hole. I was too scared to pull away and allowed him to play with my ass and hole. “Okay, lets get you strapped in and hooked up” he said. He grabbed my arm, around my bicep and pulled me down a darkened hall. As we moved I looked around, trying to see if my cheating bastard of a boyfriend was lurking around. I got a good look at the first room we past. It was full of glory holes, about 4 on each wall. I tried to get a better look, but the brute pulled me along. He pulled me around a corner and opened a hidden door. I could see a padded bench about waist high in the room. A black piece of leather covered an opening in the wall, blocking my view of what was on the other side. “Get up there and slide through” the brute ordered me. I quickly, got up on the bench on my knees. “Wait, stay just like that and relax” I was too scared to move. He grabbed a bottle off a shelf. It had a long thin tip on it. He squeezed it a bit and a clear liquid oozed out the top. Using his thick finger he rubbed that liquid up and down the tip. He positioned it at my hole and slid it in, squeezing it. I could feel the warm liquid coating my insides. Once he was satisfied, he pulled it out and put it back on the shelf. “Okay slide through” I laid down on the bench and slide my legs through the opening, lifting the leather just a little. “Keep going until I tell you to stop” I slide more and more. My legs were hanging out in the other side. I kept moving until the top of my ass was just past the edge of the bench outside the leather. “Right there. He positioned the leather up around my belly button and clamped it down on each side of me. He put my arm down beside me and strapped me in, then moved to the other and did the same. He pulled another strap over my chest and pulled tight. What ever was going on, I wasn’t going anywhere. He grabbed a clear plastic tube, that looked exactly like what you would see in hospitals to get oxygen. He hooked two hoops around my ears and then positioned two tips coming out of the tube up my nose, one in each nostril. “I don’t think this is right….” I said finding my voice. “Yeah they all say that the first time” “But….” “Relax and enjoy” he said leaving me in the room, turning off the bright light above leaving me in the dark. A few minutes later, I felt a hand around my ankle, raising my leg up. I could feel cold leather around my ankle shortly after. The slack in what ever was holding my leg was pulled tight and I was left with my leg in the air, unable to move it. Before I could even say anything my other leg met the same fate. A rough hand started to explore my ass, feeling my smooth cheeks and then my crack. The fingers pushed against my hole. I felt a sharp nail scratching the sides of my hole, then press inside. “Prep him good” a voice said. As the finger slid inside and started to scratch at my insides, I breathed deep through my nose. Poppers were flowing through the clear tube and I immediately felt the relaxing wave run through my body. The finger nail continued to scratch up my insides. “You’re going to love this” another mysterious voice said through the walls. I mumbled something, even I couldn’t understand. “Been coming here for weeks” the voice said. Even in my popper high I recognized the voice, it was my boyfriend David. I fucking knew it. “Just keep huffing and you will enjoy it too” My mind wondered if he knew it was me. I hoped not. The finger pulled out and I started to hear ominous music playing. In the darkness of my little room my mind began to wonder, what exactly was this place. Soon there were noises in the hall that brought my mind back to the situation I was in. Voices were talking, some I could make out what they were saying, others I couldn’t. “Look they have fresh meat” someone said rubbing my ass. “I will try that soon, but I am going to slid into the one that’s been here before” “Yeah, guess he’s not infected yet” “Been taking all the loads and haven’t turned” David said. “You need more then” a voice said. “Yeah, been giving it to the boyfriend too, want to pass it to him” David said. “Huff deep” a voice said. I heard a grunt and then David moaning. What the fuck was happening? Was he getting fucked right now? I felt a finger play with my hole and slid in and out. I tensed up a bit. “The more you tense up the rougher it gets” a voice at my feet said. The finger was replaced with a cock head, pressing against my hole. I huffed deep from my “popper line,” as the head push in and went balls deep. The pain was intense, yet dulled a little from the huffs I was continuing to take. “Just popped the new boy’s cherry” the man said, “going to open him up and seed him deep” Fuck, even through the popper fog my mind was in a panic. This man was fucking me raw, I only ever fucked raw with my boyfriend. I tried to move and I couldn’t, the restraints were too tight. I squeezed my hole, trying to force out the raw cock, but that only encouraged the man. “Yeah you bitch in heat, squeeze that ass around my cock” “Fuck, sounds like he wants to milk out that spoiled seed” “First time chasers are so fucking eager” My mind raced to come up with ideas on how to escape. I tried to focus on not breathing through my nose, but as the cock continued to pump in and out of my hole, the more I huffed the poppers. “Wish y’all were infecting my boyfriend” David said. What the fuck, I thought. Not only was he cheating and taking loads and trying to infect me with what ever disease he caught, but now he wants me here getting infected. My anger grew thinking about how fucking twisted this was. Yet, I hadn’t cried out for them to stop, nor did I expose to my boyfriend that I was in the dark room next to him. “I get that hole next” I heard a voice say. “It’s yours” It wasn’t the man fucking me responding. It was David’s top. “Heard the shit shot up there hadn’t taken, so they called in the big guns” “Yeah?” “Full blown, med resistant” There was a loud cheer from the other side of the wall. David was moaning loudly, could even hear him over the slapping of flesh as the two tops pounded our holes. “If that don’t take, I will go the blood route” David said. “Oh it will take” the man said. The cock in my hole was thrusting in and out at a fast pace. His balls were swinging and hitting my back when he thrusted in. They must have been so low hanging nuts. The head of the cock would meet the inside of my hole, pull it out just a bit and then his cock would be shoved back in balls deep. My pulse throbbed in my temples and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, drumming out the rhythm of the fucking that I was getting. “Full blown huh?” someone asked, “you look like death is trying to beat down your door” “I take that as a compliment” the man said, “plan to infect as many as I can before I meet the grim reaper” David was moaning louder and louder as the slapping of flesh got louder and faster. Who ever was up his hole was pounding him like there was not tomorrow. The man up my hole was still pounding me at a good pace. “Here comes your first load of the night” someone said. “Shoot that cum up my hole, breed me you diseased fucker” David shouted. “Ohhhh fucccckkk” There was cheering as the man came up David’s hole. This encouraged my top who started to pound my hole harder and faster. I was grunting with every thrust in. “Cherry boy is about to get his first infecting” the man said. “Break his cherry, breed him deep” someone shouted. “Hold on buddy, it only gets better from here” David said. The man slammed into me deep. I could feel his cock pulse as his load shot out of his piss slit and splattered the walls on my insides. “Virus ho!” he shouted. There was more shouting and cheering as the man shot in me. I closed my eyes and felt my warm tears run down the side of my face, cooling as the moved away from my eyes. My mind was twisting in the guilt of what just happened. I was beating myself up for allowing this to happen. for not stopping the muscled brute from strapping me to this bench. “Beg for my disease” voice said, “Beg for my death” “Please gift me with your disease, your death. Shoot your mutated virus in me, to spread” David said. I heard a loud grunt and knew that the man had shoved his cock up David’s hole. “Oh fuck yeah Daddy,” David yelled, “deep dick me” I listened close as the man pounded David’s hole. My cock was hard and standing up, supported by the leather. A hand slapped my ass hard, making it sting and warm, then a cock slid up my hole. I moaned. A hand wrapped around my cock and slowly jacked it as the cock started to move in and out of my hole. “Milk that last untainted load out of those balls” someone said. The man started to jack my cock faster and faster, while his cock was pushed in deep, his crotch against me. I could feel my cum building. “Anyone wanna eat a virus virgin’s load” the man jacking me asked. “Oh fuck no” someone replied, “waste that shit on the floor” I felt a new hand take over jacking my cock as the cock in my ass started to move, pumping in and out. Soon they were moving at the same rhythm. Each time the hand slid down my shaft, it crushed my nuts. I wanted to cry out that I was about to cum, but did’t want David to know it was me on the next bench getting seeded by anonymous men, just like him. My muscles began to tense up as my cum load got closer and closer to shooting out of my piss slit. My ass muscles squeezed the cock in my hole, only to have it pump harder and rougher. “He’s about to blow” the guy fucking me yelled. “Jack him harder” someone yelled. “Milk that vanilla load” another voice yelled. “Empty those nuts, so they can fill up with poison seed” David said. My body tensed up more and I felt my muscles twitch and my cum shoot out. I could tell this load was shooting high. The men cried out as my piss slit opened and my load flew high in the air. The hand on my cock continued to jack and my cock continued to shoot. Until it to too sensitive and began to deflate. Once limp the hand dropped it and it fell on to my crotch.

For most of the drive Peter was on his phone, which was not unusual just odd since we were heading to Palm Springs for a vacation. It was my first time visiting, but Peter had been so many times before we got together he'd lost count. He told me about all the gay clothing optional resorts, which he had visited, but I was a little shy and just wanted to stay at a nice hotel. When we arrived and I found our hotel, I was taken back. It looked like a hotel that you would rent by the hour. “Peter, are you sure this is the right hotel? The only word for this place is 'sleazy'. “Yeah, it was the only one I could find in our price range,” he replied. We checked in and went to our room, and damn, sure enough the place was a dump. Peter told me to clean up, he was going to go get some alcohol so we could play. “Did you pack the condoms?” I asked. “Yeah” he answered as he walked out the door. We had to play safe with each other as I was negative and Peter was poz. He was poz when I met him and we still got together although my friends warned me it wouldn't work. I went about my business of preparing for our fun. After an hour I started to worry a bit. I know he knows Palm Springs, but did he get lost. Still I kept to my tasks, and sure enough, an hour or so later, Peter opened the door. “Hey I got a surprise for you.” “Yeah? Was I a good boy?” I asked. “Yes, you were,” he laughed. “Oh boy....” We always enjoyed playful banter, even if sometimes a little on the goofy side. “No just relax and go with it,” Peter continued. “What did you do?" “I got an escort for some fun,” he answered. “I wanna watch him fuck you.” “I don't know....” “He's got a big cock.” Well, that was an easy decision. “Okay, but he has to wear a condom.” “He only fucks safe babe, relax” Peter said, “plus we don't have to worry about what people will say, which you always worry about. We aren't at home so no one knows us here.” I nodded in agreement. Peter smiled in satisfaction as he opened the door to admit a big muscle man. He stud was stunningly hot, and immediately stripped, advertising his wares, pulled his tank over his head, giving a glimpse of his deep pits and massive chest and arms. Seeing both Peter and I were appreciative of his build, he flexed and posed for us. “You like?” he asked, directing his question specifically at me. I nodded yes. “Wanna see more handsome man?” he asked. “Yes” I said with my mouth suddenly going dry. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband of his gym shorts. The front was already poking forward from his hard cock inside. “You wanna pull them off me?” he asked. “Go on, do it” Peter said as he stripped off his clothes. I got up and went to escort, who took me in his arms and kissed me, our tongues dancing in each other's mouth. I could feel my cock swelling up inside my towel. He pulled off my lips and put his big hands on my shoulders, gently pushing down, urging “On your knees." I slowly dropped to my knees, taking his chest and abs in as I went down. This man was a living god. Once on my knees, he pushed his crotch against my face. I grabbed his shorts and pulled. I watch his hard cock bend downwards and the pop out as the waistband released it. It bounced up and hit his abs then down again. He thrust it forward and I opened my mouth. His cock slid in almost the whole way. My eyes were looking forward and I could see a tattoo hiding inside the trimmed hair on his crotch. I kept my eyes on that, trying to make it out as his cock went in and out of my mouth. It tasted so good, he was already leaking pre-cum, which was sweet tasting. He bent down and started to play with my hole, his finger circling my hole, teasing it. Taking his finger in his mouth, he loudly sucked in it, making it wet, and then slid it back down by my hole, circling it again. I moaned against his cock. “It's a sweet hole, just like you said,” the escort commented to Peter. “Just wait until you feel it around you cock,” Peter replied. I just continued to suck on the escort's cock, moaning my approval to what was happening. Moving behind me, Peter lifted me to my feet, and as he did so, of course the escort’s cock popped out of my mouth. “Time for the main event baby,” Peter advised me, and then, turning to the escort asked “You have the condoms?” The escort grabbed his shorts and pulled a few out of his pocket, answering “Always have 'em.” Peter moved me to the bed, he helped me get on the bed and put me on my hands and knees, but got in front of me and pushed me down until my chest was on the bed and my ass in the air, instructing me "Now, just stay like that," as he moved quickly around to my ass, separated my ass cheeks, and, now on his knees, slid his tongue up and down my crack. His tongue almost immediately found my hole and started to work its way in and out. The escort moved in front of me, he opened the condom. He placed it on the tip of his cock head and rolled it back, and then moved back to my ass as he slowly jacked his cock. I could hear the condom crinkle as he moved his hand over it. “His ass is ready,” Peter said, “do your damage.” I felt a dollop of spit hitting my ass, which made me jump a little. I reached back and moved my hand along the cock of the escort. The condom was still there. “Relax baby, just enjoy the ride.” The escort's cock pressed against my hole. I pushed out a little and it slowly moved inside my hole. The head popped inside and the escort moaned. “Want more?” the escort asked me. "Oh, hell yeah," I groaned, as he pumped his cock head in and out of my hole. His hand sought out his cock and the condom, and, finding it satisfactory, he remarked "Just making sure the condom is in place.” Happy that he was keeping his word of only fucking safe, that I started to push back onto his cock as he pushed in. My hole opened up around his hard covered shaft. “Baby, it looks so hot seeing another man's cock in your hot hole,” Peter said from behind me. “Feels good too, babe," I answered. The escort pulled out, I heard the condom crinkle again. He placed his cock against my hole again and pushed all the way in. I jumped a little. I wasn't used to his cock yet. Sensing that I needed a moment he pulled out again. I heard more crinkling of the condom. “Tell me when you are ready” the escort said. “Put it back in, slowly,” I replied, adding “Is the condom intact?” “Yes it is” the escort answered. “Stop worrying baby and enjoy” Peter urged. I felt the cock head press against my hole, then slowly slide in. This time I moaned loudl. The shaft slowly moved against my hole as he pushed in, until his crotch hair and that hidden tattoo were pressed against my ass. “Gonna hold it all the way in, give you time to get used to it,” the escort said. I moaned my response. I relaxed more and started to pull off his cock only to push back when I felt his cock head pulling my hole outwards. He grabbed my hips and took control. He started to fuck my hole, gently at fist but building up this thrusts and speed. He stated to push me down, until I fell to the mattress laying flat. His cock popped out of my hole. I heard more crinkling off the condom and figured he was making sure that it was on fully. He drove his cock deep in my hole, in one long hard thrust. He dropped his body down on to me. He was heavy and I couldn't move he was that heavy. His mouth was right next to my ear and was breathing hot air deep inside. Peter moved to the floor in front of me, kneeling to be face to face. “I always fuck with a condom” the escort said, “a doctored condom, prepared so it breaks” he whispered into my ear. “Just relax baby, its for the best” Peter whispered. “My uncovered cock is leaking pre-cum into your hot hole” the escort whispered, “highly toxic poz pre-cum.” My eyes widened, I tried to move from under the muscle stud escort, but I was trapped. “I'm going to deposit my virus deep into your hole. That's what I was hired to do.” I started to fight again as my mind tried to figure this out. My own boyfriend hired an escort to infect me. My anger grew. “Don't fight it,” the escort whispered, adding "You want this." His hips were lifting higher and dropping down onto my ass, driving his cock in and out. His massive chest was pushing down on my back, pinning my torso down to the bed. My arms were pinned under my chest and the escort’s arms were wrapped around my neck, holding me tights, but not choking me. “Please don't! I don't want it,” I pleaded. “Of course you do,” the escort corrected, as he ordered “Peter, get back there and take that ripped up condom off the base of my cock.” Peter complied immediately as soon as the escort's cock slid out of my hole. Within seconds the head was stabbing at my hole. I tightened up, not wanting the unwrapped cock back in my hole. Peter came back around to face me. “Accept it, it will happen,” Peter said, “it can happen here and now or sometime before we leave Palm Springs. Other plans are in the works.” I was shocked, Peter planned this and more. Taking a deep breathe, I relaxed. The escort still pushed his cock head against my hole, but didn't push it in. “Ask for it” the escort ordered of me. “Please put your cock in me?” I asked me, almost crying with frustration. “No, ask me." “Please would you please fuck me?” “You're still not asking for it.” “Please give me your disease,” I asked the muscle bound escort. “Better, but not good enough.” “Please fuck your highly toxic virus loaded cum into my hole.” “That's what I wanted to hear." He pushed his cock deep into my hole, pressing his crotch hard into my ass. He pulled out and then rammed his cock into me. His nuts were meeting my ass before his body. Peter was jacking his cock in front of me, smiling. “I know you saw his tattoo,” Peter remarked to me. I didn't say a word, just blankly stared at him. “It's a scorpion, a mark of a poz man who infects others without their knowledge or even their consent” he said laughing. The escort continued to fuck my hole, breathing heavily in my ear, quietly saying "Tell me again.” “Fuck your poz cum into me,” I implored, adding a polite “please.” He slammed his cock into me. I could feel his cock jump and twitch into my hole. He load shot out and filled me up. “That's so fucking hot baby” Peter said, still jacking his cock. “Why don't you add your load to mine?” the escort asked Peter, who didn't answer, but rather simply stepped up next to the escort who was pulling out to get to his feet. As he did so, Peter slid his cock into my hole. Unlike every other time we had fucked, this time it was raw. “Stopped taking my meds two months ago, just for this reason, babe.” He began fucking my hole, pounding me hard as the escort stood in front of me watching. His cock was slowly getting soft and starting to hang down over his spent balls. “Poz him again,” the escort said, urging Peter on. I knew Peter was close, I could tell by his breathing and by the way he was fucking. He always pumped only the head of his cock in and out, rapidly when he was close. It was his way of edging, so when he slammed his cock in deep and yelled “Take it, you chasing whore. I've been wanting to charge your hole since we met.” I'm not sure I was all that surprised. “Fuck yeah, pass the gift” encouraged the escort, who added “I hated those fucking condoms on my cock or up my hole,” as Peter slowly pumping his cock in and out. “Yeah, mixing those diseases,” Peter remarked with satisfaction. “You were right. Deep down he was a chaser,” the escort commented. Peter pulled his cock out and got off me. He moved around grinning ear to ear, proud of what he had pulled off. I simply lay there, dazed, watching them. Peter went to his shorts and took out a wad of cash. “Here's your fee, $200 as agreed, and a tip,” Peter said. “Let me know if he needs another dose,” the escort said. The escort dressed and left, leaving us alone and naked in the room. “You fucking bastard” I said, “how could you do this to me?”

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.

This is a completely true story, guys. I've been on vacation all week, and have had pretty good luck getting fucked bare by everyone with whom I've hooked up, including this occasion. I received a promising reply to an ad I had put out. He wasn't bad looking and was horny to fuck. I was up for that!!! Then in one of his messages, the dreaded C word came up. As I keep a few on hand, I told him I had condoms, thinking to myself they might be a bit old now since I seldom use them, but I do have them. He arrived at my place, and I thought he was kind of white trash cute: lots of tattoos, dirty jeans and workboots on. Most importantly, however, he was already hard and eager to empty his balls!!! We exchanged pleasantries, and I was immediately on my knees undoing his belt and fishing out his hard tool. I licked and sucked on that shaft, licked his balls, all while he got undressed. I sucked and sucked, waiting until he would want to put his seven inches in my other hole. As if he could read my mind, he asked "Do you want this in you?" I sure as hell did, so I bent over the bed. "Do you have a condom?" Urrrgh... I've usually found that if I can get a top to point his tool at my ass, he will forget all about a rubber, but in this case, apparently not. I rode his plastic covered tool for about 15 minutes, until he asked "Do you want this load in your ass or your mouth?" Of course I said I wanted it in my ass. "Do you want me to take this condom off?" I responded by sliding off his cock, which he took as a 'yes'. He ripped the condom off, threw it on the grouund and I jumped right back on his dick. After about ten additional thrusts, he was dumped his load in my ass where it belonged.

Sorry for the repost...just got logged back into my original account due to new phone. Have asked the admins/moderators to delete the other post. Wednesday night got a motel room with outside access. Wearing a black Andrew Christian jock strap I posted on Grindr and BBRT "anon ass up face down with blindfold". 1st load was from a 24yr old, athletic build black guy. He was in a hurry that resulted in a pump and dump. 2nd load was from an 18yr old white guy that has fucked me 4-5 times now all anon only have seen a dick pic of him. Nice thick dick that I could feel it swell up as he unloaded inside me. 3rd load was from another regular 35yr old athletic black guy that has fucked me anon around 15 times. He feels so good inside and it didn't take long before he unloaded in me. Sometimes he leaves and comes back to dump a second load, but not this time. Said in messages he can't get enough of my ass. 4th load came from a 44 yr old black guy avg build. Nice thick cock that pounded me good before unloading inside. 5th load came from came from a 33yr old black guy. Nice fairly thick dick that pounded me from the edge of the bed and bred me with a nice load. Within 10 mins after he bred me got hit up by a 20 yr old black guy, athletic/muscular build and arranged for him to come fuck me. Also got hit up by a 31 yr old black guy also athletic/muscular build that has fucked me before. Both agreed to tag team me. 20 yr old got there first and started to fuck me. Within 5 mins the 31 yr old walked in and watched me getting fucked. I motioned for him to come over and started sucking his dick while getting fucked from behind. The two switched up a couple times fucking me. They kept talking about how my hole was full of cum. The 20 yr old came inside me first. The 31 yr old started fucking me and did so for a while also talking about how full of cum my hole was and eventually bred me. That was loads 6 & 7. Damn I was spent! I think guy #4 didn't mark my ass with the marker because I only had 6 load marks at the end of the night. The next morning took one load from a discrete masculine athlete with no age on profile. Athletic/muscular build from what I could feel behind me. He pounded me for a while until eventually unloaded inside me. Never saw a face pic of any of the guys only dick pics.

I don't just eat ass...I feast on ass. When a guy's got a naturally smooth ass, if it's sweaty and musky, I'm good with that. That said, if a guy's got an ass like sasquatch, I'll go into overdrive! After all, that's what a toothbrush and dental floss is for.

Depends on the guy. If he's got gross breath or teeth, I'm out.

I have really missed your posts... don't let them drive you away.

I did as you suggested and got my crack waxed. Painful and now I have a totally smooth crack - a new experience for me. My boy was impressed that I did that for him. This morning he buried his face in my crack and ate my hole. I fukkin loved it. I've had better but at least he's trying now and I'm sure he will get better the more he eats me. I ate him out as a thank-you!

"'Blub-blub-blubble-blubble.' is not the safe word, faggot."

I was 15 when I got my first anon load in a park bathroom gloryhole. The guy's cock is the only part of him I ever saw.

And it still has the two typos in it......

Swedish vers here, Malmö/Cph and sometimes Sthlm. Must be more in our area right, where are they?

"Looking up at Ivan, he had a sweet, yet evil smile on his face." K C said. "I could feel his pierced cock at the entrance to my ass and without warning, he thrust himself inside. Already, the assault was breaking blood vessels as he thrust inch after inch of his diseased cock, causing further pain, but I knew with that pain, my hole was becoming fertile ground for the AIDS he'd deliver. Ivan was deeper in me than any man had been and still had 2" more to fill me with. Soon enough, I felt Ivan's balls against my ass cheeks and he took my legs and wrapped them around his waist and began fucking me. While he clearly fucked with the intention of infecting me, there was a tenderness that I found surprising and the look on his face was one of contentment. The pain I'd felt during penetration was gone and I now felt blissfully filled and instinctively, I worked my buttmuscles to give both us us maximum pleasure. I was barely able to make out Mickey, kneeling behind Ivan, face buried in his ass, eating frantically and knowing how happy the 3 of us were enhanced the scene. Maybe 10 minutes later, I felt Ivan's cock throb as he started pounding my ass again." His face contorted, Ivan proclaimed, "I'm cumming...infecting you!" Eight times, Ivan's cock spasmed, sending volleys of his AIDS seed deep in my ass. In my mind, the scorpion on Ivan's cock was alive, filling me with venom. "Don't worry, I take viagra so I stay hard and don't need to pull out and you'll be getting 2 more loads of poison from me. Three loads is my standard pozzing procedure because as they say, 'third time is the charm.' Although, one guy was too sore after the first breeding and yet, he still tested poz. K C, you have an amazing ass! So tight, wet, warm and so fuckin responsive! Ready for round 2, guys. Mickey, get your tongue back in my ass! You eat it like a condemned man having his last meal!" "Rounds 2 and 3 went much as the 1st round, but there seemed to be a growing connection. I couldn't be sure if Ivan was meshing with Mickey and myself on a personal level or if it was just him knocking me up." K C said. With a final, brutal thrust, Ivan announced, "Load 3! Fucked and pozzed!" Pulling out of my ass, Ivan's cock was coated with his cum, my assjuices and some of my blood. Mickey licked it clean and shared it with me in a kiss. "There's fresh blood on the cloth! We both did good!" Reaching into his knapsack, Ivan took out a buttplug, twirled it around the bit of his venom at my hole and pushed it inside me. "Don't remove this until tomorrow and it should come out clean. We'll use it on Mickey tomorrow night! I've done a lot of fucking in my life, most of it not infecting, but overall, K C, your ass is in the top 10 list! I'll text Boris to come get me. Any comments or questions while we wait?" "Of course, tonight was wonderful and actually beyond my expectations." K C said. "Just as you said, the initial penetration was painful, making my ass fertile ground and while you did fuck to infect, it felt like you were sharing a part of you, unless I'm reading more into this than what actually happened." "You're absolutely right and I never realized it until you pointed it out!" Ivan said with a broad grin. "Every time I've pozzed a guy, it was to infect and nothing more, no emotional connection, just ass and cock. With you, it's like you were giving yourself to me, asking for something within me and when I gave it to you, you gave me something in return. Don't worry, Mickey, I'm expecting the same from you and I know you won't disappoint!" "If you don't mind and it's not prying, I have a question." Mickey chimed in. "How did you get into pozzing guys? The very concept of gifting is quite intriguing." "Nobody's ever asked me that before and until tonight, I had no reason to discuss it." Ivan confessed. "This goes back to Theo's visit. After he bred me, that first night, he told me how Bob pozzing him created a bond between them and that they were a friends with benefits couple, free to fuck around with other men. Knowing I'd come down with the fuckflu, I asked Theo run my shop and have Bob come down and stay with us. Bob was on a flight the next day and seeing him in the flesh, he did look like he could be my older brother. For the next few nights, both Theo and Bob fucked me and a few weeks later, when my fuckflu hit, Bob looked after me and Theo ran my store. When I felt well enough, Theo put a scorpion tat on my cock and the same on Bob and that became our Family Crest and I promised no other man would get that ink. A few weeks later, a cute twink came in for a tramp stamp, a picture of a pig with CUM written across in black lettering. Holding a mirror, I showed him the finished project and said that should get results. 'Hardly the results I'm looking for! Every top in this fuckin town is either neg and on prep or poz and undetectable! What's a chaser to do to get knocked up?' Having seen a tease of his hot ass, I dropped my shorts and told him to chase here! His eyes lit up and he said, 'If you're serious, just say when and where!' I advised him to let his ink heal and we could do it in the apartment above my shop, but there'd be no turning back. Sure enough, 2 weeks later he was in my sling begging to be knocked up. After 3 weeks, he was down with the bugflu and an OraQuick test confirmed it. I told him to come to my shop when he felt better and we'd do something to celebrate his new status. I was itching to try something new with my hair and I told my guy to dye it neon blue with red tips. The twink comes back to my shop and I offer a free tat that could act as a billboard for my pozzing services. He asked for a scorpion tat in his dick like mine, but I tell him that's reserved for family. I suggest a bio haz above his pubes and he says it should be the colors of my hair, which is now my signature. He bought 3 more chasers to me and I found that pozzing guys gave me a thrill. Of course, tonight was beyond thrilling." Just then, his phone chirped. "Boris is here!" Mickey used his phone to open the gates and he walked Ivan downstairs. "I loved the look on K C's face when you were in him ballsdeep. Hoping to have the same look on my face tomorrow!" "Oh, you will!" Ivan assured him as he walked out the door to the awaiting car. The next night was pretty much the same, this time with Mickey getting 3 loads of Ivan's venom. After plugging Mickey's hole, K C led Ivan downstairs where Boris awaited. Back upstairs the 2 of them rolled around in bed, passionately kissing until they were exhausted and fell asleep. Ironically, 18 days later they both woke up to what had to be a fuckflu...sheets soaked in sweat, high fever, swollen glands, puking...the works. As instructed, they sent a text to Boris and OraQuick tests confirmed they were both poz. Boris drove them to Ivan's house and cared for them. Once they were well enough. he drove them to the back entrance of Ivan's shop where they got their tats. To be continued

Hey, who likes licking a cock while it's fucking an asshole? Rimming the asshole while it's getting sodomized. Who's in?

Nothing is going up like bathhouse for a while but the parks are packed now

There's still much more to come ... PART 13: HELLO TO JOE'S DARK SIDE Joe told me earlier that he intended to bring a few special items to hide under the ring when he first arrived at the building. I didn’t know the exact contents, but I knew they would make the final match of the night fun – at least for poz punishers like Joe and me, less so for 19-year-old straight jocks and tag-team partners Cody and Ryan. As energetic Cody stood in the corner yelling his protests to the ref and urging poor Ryan to make the tag, Joe put the small cardboard box under his arm and walked slowly around outside the ring, watching Cody’s battered partner legitimately struggle to muster enough energy to even get to his knees. I wondered if the bruises would we visible on Ryan’s lean, tanned body in a day or two. As Joe stalked his prey, I approached both camera operators – the only other people remaining in the entire building thanks to COVID-19 crowd restrictions – and told them that this match was scheduled to be a boring beatdown. I slipped each of them $50, assured them we'd take care of the cameras, and sent them home. They attached their still-running cameras to tripods just outside opposite corners of the ring to catch the remaining action (which I knew would be anything but boring) and headed out the front door, car keys in hand. I watched as they walked out, letting the doors lock automatically behind them. Joe glanced my way and saw my quick, approving nod, assuring him that it was “go time.” As he sat the box down on the floor outside the ring, he lifted two pair of black handcuffs and held them out of view. Quickly sliding back into the ring, Joe stomped Ryan’s hapless abs three times, then slid his meaty hands under Ryan’s tight biceps and in one swift move lifted and threw the kid hard into the corner. Before the boy could slide back down into a sweaty heap, Joe grabbed his chin and spit hard from deep within his gut, aiming specifically for the kid’s eyes while they fluttered open. Then another. The thick globs of saliva found their mark and began to drip out of Ryan's eyes and down his humiliated cheeks. Joe lifted his right hand and smacked the boy across left, wet cheek. “Whaaack!” The sound echoed in the empty room. Joe lifted his left hand and smacked the kid across his right cheek. “Whaack!” Joe took the handcuffs and attached one end of each pair to the top ring rope while Ryan’s arms fell limply to his sides. All the while, Cody stood in his corner screaming for his partner to find the energy to make the tag. That energy wouldn’t come, at least not tonight. As Ryan took more abuse, Cody’s look of anger began to look more like unexpected despair and bewilderment at Joe’s unhinged rage. The ref mostly stood by, doing his best to keep Ryan from being completely decimated in a match that had been already been scheduled as a no-disqualification match (probably now to the regret of Cody and Ryan). Finally, Cody’s concern for his depleted partner overwhelmed him, and he charged the ring to try and pull the much bigger Joe off his friend. Joe greeted him with giant, stiff forearm strikes to Cody’s back, followed by his two meaty hands wrapped around Cody’s muscular neck until the jock sank to the mat, clutching at his throat. This was a level of pure, raw, painful rage that Cody had never encountered in a professional wrestling match. He never prepared for this. There was no way he could. With Cody on his stomach, and his perfectly-muscled ass lifted slightly into the air, Joe turned his attention back to Ryan and lifted him fully upright in the corner. “I'm sorry to do this to you, boy,” Joe muttered. Joe took one step backward and, in a quick thrust, lifted his massive black boot straight upward and into Ryan’s healthy, youthful crotch. Ryan’s thin layer of white spandex and worthless jockstrap did nothing to soften the blow. Ryan was already in such a haze that his eyes simply opened and bugged out just for about 3 seconds while he let out a “oooooooh, uunh” before appearing to lose consciousness completely. Joe took the opportunity to slip his fingers under each side of the boy’s white trunks and slide them down over his muscled legs, leaving the beaten kid in his white wrestling boots and thin, sweaty white jockstrap that hinted at a more-than-ample flaccid cock and balls hiding underneath. Joe slid the boy’s white wrestling gear into the side of his own black trunks as a souvenir. The ref’s eyes lingered lustfully at Ryan’s nearly-visible cock and balls. Joe turned Ryan to face the corner, then lifted Ryan’s left arm and slipped it into the first black metal handcuff. He lifted Ryan’s second hand and cuffed it as well. With Ryan nearly unconscious but unable to slump even if he tried, Joe reached around and cupped Ryan’s slightly stubbled chin and leaned in. He gave the 19-year-old jock a soft kiss on the lips, then again spit into the boy's eyes before letting his head slump again. As Ryan drifted off, Joe turned around to attack his other young trophy, Cody. He walked to the opposite side of the ring and lifted Cody by his thick, sweaty hair, then slung the kid forward into the corner. Cody’s strong chest and abs met the turnbuckles with a painful thud, and as the boy stumbled backward, he was crushed by Joe's thunderous forearm that sent Cody hard back into the corner in a 180-pound heap. Joe slid outside the ring and again shuffled through his box of toys, this time lifting his hands up to show me and the ref two pair of pink, fuzzy metal handcuffs. It was obvious that Joe didn’t want to just abuse these kids. He wanted to emasculate them. A wide, devious grin spread across Joe’s bearded face as he jumped back into the ring and turned Cody around to face him. Joe pulled his left hand back and, with no warning, forced it hard into Cody’s muscled abs and held it there as he drove it in further. Cody let out an “uuuuuum, fuck” but never even found the strength to open his eyes. “Sorry, Cody. I always liked you best,” Joe whispered just before leaning into the jock’s face to give him a soft kiss on the lips. He followed by spitting into the kid's face, using his big paws to rub his wad of saliva across Cody's model-handsome features. Within seconds, the kid – just like his partner – was turned around with his back to Joe and embarrassingly cuffed to the top rope of the ring, defenseless to stop the out-of-control monster degrading him. With Cody helpless and borderline unconscious, Joe lifted the kid’s legs to peel off the white spandex trunks identical to those of his partner. As Joe slipped them down the boy’s legs, Cody’s second flimsy layer – a white lycra posing strap -- came into full few. It was a sight the ref once again seemed to enjoy as he let his eyes linger. While I stared at the near-naked jock and hottest poz conquest of my life so far (twice, in fact), I briefly imagined how many tickets we could have sold for gay men to witness this brutal moment live and up-close. I also began to wonder how often Cody's young, meaty cock had oozed my DNA, whether into his own hand, a condom, or an unsuspecting hole. Had he been tested? Did he have any idea that he was shooting pure venom? And will Ryan be as easy as Cody? Or maybe he'll put up a fight? Joe slid Cody’s white gear into the side of his own trunks alongside Ryan’s, then stood there proudly. I suddenly realized I was fully hard, and I suspected precum would soon be visible in the bulging crotch of my jeans. I looked in Joe’s direction and could see the outline of his thick, hardened cock through his wrestling trunks. As the ref’s eyes darted between Joe and me, I could see what appeared to be a hard-on in the loose-fitting black pants of his ref’s uniform. Joe yelled out as I snapped out of my trance. “Hey, boss!” he said. “Ready?”

Part 3 I couldn't stop thinking about fucking Nate in the alley and how I wished I had fucked the kid. By the time the weekend rolled around, I could not concentrate, I was so horny. I broke down and called in sick to work. Just after midnight on Friday, I was looking out my window, watching the men who were already drifting into the alley. I was surprised, since a lot of the restaurants were still open and staff was coming and going, putting out trash, taking a smoke break. And then I realized that there was no way all these guys were cruising that alley at that hour. Maybe 30 men had walked by. Where could they have gone? Investigating was all the excuse I needed. I slipped into a pair of jeans, motorcycle boots, and a wife-beater and headed downstairs, calm, confident, and horned up. Blow-job Bear was not in his usual position, but I guessed it was too early, a little past 12:30. Then, as I approached the spot near the abandoned storefront where I had fucked Nate and fingered the kid, I saw him. He was standing beside a door into the storefront. Red light leaked from around the doorframe and I could hear a throb of bass. Jesus Christ, there was a club here? The bear looked at me, the first time he had looked me in the eyes, and jerked a thumb toward the door. I walked over. “What’s up?” I asked. “Private gathering. You might like it. No admission.” “Nice of somebody to throw a party like that.” “I’ve seen you here. You could have a good time. Check it out.” He reached over and pulled the door open. The light and the sound poured out into the street and I stepped inside. The red light filled the first room, which had no furniture, no decoration. Three doorways led out of it. It was hard to make out what lay through any of them; it seemed like only the red light illuminated them. I chose right. It was a hallway. I took a few steps and stopped, letting my eyes adjust. The music seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. I took a few more steps forward and realized I could see a doorway of some kind another fifteen or so feet ahead. I walked carefully toward it and stepped into a large room. It was lit by the faint light of a large screen showing raw porn. Five or six men stood around the room, several of them paired off and making out. I knew that if I stayed and watched, I could probably join in some kind of action. But I wanted to know what else this place held and there was another doorway directly across the room. It turned out to be a stair and in the faintest of light I made my way carefully down below street level. The light here was so much less than upstairs. I could hear much more than I could see, the wet, sloppy sounds of men fucking and sucking. I edged to my right and found the wall. At the same time I bumped into someone. A strong hand gripped my wrist. I started to whisper a “sorry, man” when the other hand pulled mine to a thick cock. Partly engorged but not fully hard, it was slick already--saliva? Lube?--and I automatically began to stroke it. The man’s other hand gripped my head, pulled it forward and I was being kissed, hard, invasively. I felt another body pressing against me from the right and someone else was massaging my crotch. The cock in my hand had a heavy foreskin and although I could not see it, and I could not really see anything of them men beside me, touching me. I started to drop to my knees. The man kissing me sensed this and held me in place. He was taller than I was and the tight skin of his groin told me he was fit, whoever he was. He seemed to be naked. The hand on my crotch was moving up and down my body, playing with my nipples before moving back to rub my now fully hard dick. I felt this second man press himself against me from behind. His cock was hard too and it pushed insistently against my ass. Instinctively, I pushed back against it. I ground my ass against him. “Like a bitch in heat,” I heard him say. I moaned a little into the mouth of the man who was kissing me. It was like I was bipolar. Last night I had been the one taking charge, making decisions, choosing to have the kid fuck Nate. I had told myself that I was coming here to do the same things. And now, with the slightest contact with another man’s hard cock, I was ready to do whatever these men wanted, even though I had no idea who they were. I could pass them on the street tomorrow and have no idea. I reached behind me with my free hand, eager to feel the cock that was pressing itself against my jeans. It was slick too. Had these guys already fucked someone in this room tonight? Had they bred him? This one curved upward and to the left slightly. God, how would that feel inside me? The hair at the base of the cock was dense and curly. Maybe this man was black? Was he my age? Old enough to be my father? Handsome? It was part of the unknown that I had stepped into, where the only clear thing was that I wanted this cock and the one I held in my hand and any other cock I could get. Suddenly he stepped away from me and I felt a cold absence where he had pressed against me. I reached back to find empty space. And then the owner of the thick cock I had been jerking pulled away too. “Later,” I heard him whisper. “Way too soon. And check your clothes if you wanna be a pig. Upstairs to the left.” He walked away and I stood there panting for a few minutes. I was so full of lust and there was so much opportunity here, even if I had no idea who it was with. I carefully made my way upstairs, through the room I had crossed before and into the intense red light of the entrance. And yes indeed, I saw that the door to the left led to a long room, slightly more brightly lit than the TV room, where a tall, actual black guy, magnificently naked, with sleek muscles and a mushroom headed cock, handed me a clear plastic bag. I shucked everything but my boots and handed the bag over in exchange for a tag with a number on it. The tag went into my boot, the bag onto a table marked into sections with tape. I’d been nervous stripping down in front of this incredibly hot guy. He was polite, if not friendly, and didn’t seem to give me a look that wasn’t business like. I kept telling myself that this was just like the gym and I was heading for the showers but my dick didn't know what to do. Stand up proud? Hang loose? It was as confused as the rest of me. As I turned to head back and continue exploring, several other men entered the room and began exchanging their clothes as well. I recognized the sleeve tattoo on a short, blonde guy. I ‘d pumped a few loads into his ass. I’d never seen his face but he always pulled his cheeks open to facilitate entry, so I’d seen the tat. I decided I was here for fresh encounters. Back in the entry room, I chose the middle door. It was much larger than the TV room, with weak overhead lighting. There were a few naked guys here but most were clothed. I got some considering looks as I walked in, but there was no action happening here yet. I considered the “too early” comment I had heard downstairs. Had I shown up at a sex party--my first sex party--too soon? Was everyone conserving their loads for the perfect moment? I returned to the smaller room with the porn TV. Things were better here. I could see several guys on their knees, including a pair in front of a silver daddy who had a power-lifter’s body and was wearing a studded leather harness. If things were heating up here, then my odds were better downstairs. Once I had made my way into the basement again, instead of immediately sliding against the wall, I started to move cautiously into the center of the room. I could hear men around me, whispering, grunting, making the wet, forceful sounds of sex. I stood there, waiting once again for my eyes to adapt. Other than figures in movement around me, the only other thing I could make out was the faint outline of some other opening. I walked toward it and as I neared it, a hand reached out and grabbed my cock. I slipped away. I wanted to know more first. A short hallway turned left into another better lit room. The first room must have been some kind of test to see if you were really ready to play hard. Just to my left, a beefy guy, early 40s, with a hairy dadbod was leaning forward, grasping two poles that came down from the ceiling, holding on hard as someone plowed him repeatedly. “Shit, oh shit,” he was saying over and over. I stepped over to get a better look. I wanted to see the cock driving into that hole. And that’s when I noticed the guy fucking him, especially when he gave me a goofy smile even while driving his cock into that hairy ass. Friends had set me up on a blind date with Felix, maybe because we were both of us were, well, not cute. We hadn’t clicked. Enough that we hadn’t fucked. Maybe that had been a mistake. Felix was an ectomorph like me, strongly inclined to skinny, and much shorter at around 5’7”. I knew he was self conscious about his height. But he was a lot more defined than I was. And judging by what I could see, he was hung. He jerked his head at me and I took that as an invitation. I gave him a long wet kiss, doing my best to stay out of his way so as not to interrupt his rhythm. As I pulled away, he grinned again and said, “Play with my tits. I’m gonna unload in this guy.” I slipped behind him and reached around to rub his nipples. My hard cock pressed against his back just above his butt crack but he didn’t seem to notice. “You can be rough,” he said. “Fuck yes!” the guy he was fucking moaned and Felix laughed. He picked up the pace. Felix’s ass and back were bouncing against my cock and it was driving me crazy. I was twisting his nipples as hard as I had ever twisted a guy’s but he didn’t seem to mind. “Breed him,” I urged. “I wanna see you breed his ass.” That was a hell of a way to say hello. But he clearly didn’t mind. “You wanna be bred, Randy?” Felix grunted. “You want my load again?” “Oh yeah!” Randy panted. “Deep inside. Deep inside.” Three or four other guys were standing around us now. A tall guy in his 50s shoved his cock into Randy’s mouth and I felt hand on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. Then Felix started to really buck, hard almost wild thrusts of his hips. “Yeah,” he grunted, “Oh yeah!” and he shuddered then shuddered again. “You are fucking bred,” he almost shouted. He staggered back a little, right into me. Hands were reaching out from around us for his cock, but I said clearly, “Mine!” and I slid right around him and down to my knees. Gently, reverently, I took his cum-covered cock in my mouth. He shivered--I could tell he was sensitive like I was after cumming--and instead of teasing the head I let all 8 thick inches of his sloppy dick slide to the back of my throat and just held it there. There was jostling around us as another mind lined up to enter Randy’s hole. But I stayed on my knees, looking up at Felix. I swallowed gently and he twitched but he smiled at me. “Jesus,” he said, and then used my real name, not Toby. “What did I overlook? You’re a hot fucking slut.” He patted my face and pulled his cock slowly out of my mouth, then grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up to stand in front of him. “I gotta rest for a few so I can do this again.” He wiped some cum or saliva off my lips. The hand was back on my ass again, a finger probing my hole. “Oh hey, Drew,” Felix says. “My buddy wants to get fucked. Help him out while I recover.” Felix gave me a quick peck on the lips and walked right out of the room. “You’re tight and your hole isn’t lubed up” said a voice behind me. “Gotta fix that before you get loaded up.”

There needs to be more where they start with condoms and then either the top or bottom asks to go bare. Quite a few homemade ones where that happens and it's so hot.

We had some fun with this boy last night. I have to say I was impressed how well he sucked not to mention took every cock to the balls and begged for more. One of the Hottest gang bangs we have had in the play room

I was taught if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing!

Decided on another neighborhood walk for the 4th of July to see if anyone was shooting off fireworks. Headed out about 9pm as it was just getting dark wearing a red tank top and jockstrap and blue gym shorts with my red Nikes and a good flashlight. Was surprised by just how many families were outside with either fireworks or sparklers. Before I knew it I was back in that part of the neighborhood and just thinking about what happened last time I started to get a hardon. Got to the house and he was outfront in a lawnchair with a buddy sipping beers watching fireworks that just started across the street. I started to turn around and head home but he called me over to join them. Asking if I wanted a beer as they both had one. I said sure and followed him in the house to get one. His friend followed too. He opened the fridge and I saw the beer was in the bottom bin so I bent over to grab one. He noticed the red jock as he patted me on the butt. I jumped not knowing what to think of his friend. But all was calm. He suggested we sit on the back porch with our beers as a more private place to watch the fireworks. I felt the vibe especially after the second beer on the couch between them. One thing led to another and I found myself naked between them with just my jockstap and Nikes on with both of their hard cocks showing thru their shorts. I took turns sucking on both their cocks to the sounds of the neighbor's fireworks going off. One to the next until the host started playing with my ass as I sucked his friend. First one finger then two and finally three. I heard some clothes rustling and then felt his cock starting to enter my fuckhole. No lube except for his dripping cock. He pounded my ass as I continued to suck on his buddy til he came. His buddy asked if he could have a turn as his wife was out of town. He fucked me like he hadn't had sex in awhile and loaded me up good. We finished our beers and then the fireworks stopped. I walked home in the dark with cum dripping down my leg. When I got home I ate what cum I found that was left and went to bed.

Part 6. He stood there, staring at me, his eyes drawn to my trunks, eventually answering: "I've never done it before, wrestled I mean. And you are huge, I wouldn't stand a chance" "Remember what I told you about Pro Wrestling? A lot of it is acting or play. I'd be willing to show you the ropes" He considered that for a microsecond...."I'd love to". And for the next hour I summoned up my reserves of will power and showed this piece of innocent perfection the basics of grappling. Sure, that meant enduring the hardship of having him sat on my chest in a schoolboy pin, my face inches from what I was beginning to realise was a cute set of balls and neat little cock and another time where his slender little thighs were wrapped around my head squeezing for all their little worth but I endured it all. We treated ourselves to a couple of strong beers in our time-out which loosened Jakes tongue a little. "I can see that PA thing through your trunks" "Yeh?" "Yeh. does it hurt?" "Not me" I chuckled. "And what's the tattoo on your..erm..stomach?" "it's from a club I'm in" "looks like the bio-hazard symbol" "Yeh, that's right. You ready for a little more grappling, now you know the ropes?" "ummm, yeh. don't be so easy on me this time though" "You got it chief". I waited for him to down his beer, then put on my best Pro Wrestling announcer voice. "In the red corner, it's the Pr-Ed-ator, weighing in at 243lb and in the blue, it's Angel Jake, weighing in at..." I nudged him and he whispered in my ear "91lbs". What followed was like a bear playing with a kitten. We faced off and the mere act of putting my arms on his shoulders and allowing my weight to transfer to him saw him crumple under me. Careful not to crush him, I pinned the little fuck to the carpet under one thigh watching in pure pleasure as he struggled to free himself, allowing him to sit exhausted on my chest in his schoolboy pin effort. I feigned surprise and pretended I couldn't shift his weight, my efforts only shoving him further forward so that my face was pressing into his bulge allowing me to feel a hard little cock that I'd caught outline glimpses of already. All the while I was lifting my legs behind his upper body and with a quick lift of the chest he tipped back into the waiting 30'' jaws of my thighs which snapped shut around his torso. For a moment I got carried away and began to squeeze tightly as Jake panicked and his ribcage flexed but I remembered what I was playing with and quickly eased back, gently tossing him around in my thighs and eventually letting him drop with his arse resting on my semi soft cock. He lingered there for 30 seconds, teasing me it seemed, before we both rose to our feet. In our final "round" I had Jake on his back, sprawled below me and I couldn't resist squatting down over his chest my muscular arse hovering over his face. I lowered it further until his cute little face was nestling between my cheeks having taken care to ensure my trunks had ridden up into my ass crack. The kid was breathing in my aroma as I gently caressed his dick through the briefs. I felt him flinch at my touch but without protest. On my knees now, I was able to shift my position so that Jake got to feel the weight of my cock on his lips, still in the lycra and now semi hard. We continued like this for a few minutes, him nuzzling while I rubbed his sweet cock, before I shoved the briefs down his thighs, exposing a cute 3'' clitordick and tiny fury balls. At the same time I wrenched the trunks out of my crack and pulled them to one side so that Jake's nose was right in my hairy trench, lowering my ass to his face just as my mouth enclosed his tiny cock head. As I licked his nub his tongue began to feed on my trench, quickly getting into it and probing deeper, his concentration on my arse the only thing stopping him discharging his load. I wanted him to climb right in my manhole like a human dildo, shocked by how turned on I was with this little newbie and I began to push down harder on him and push my hole open further. The kid was really cleaning me out like a dirty pig pro but eventually we both got carried away, me pushing back too far and cutting off his air for a little too long, not recognising his panicky struggles and him blasting both balls into the back of my mouth (something I felt as they were both in my mouth along side his cocklet). As I swallowed that mini protein squirt I finally realised Jake's movements were now weak and his tongue had stopped excavating my manhole. I sprung off the dirty little fuck and hugged him to me as he came fully back to life. I kissed him, tasting my arse all over him as he told me how amazing it had been. I had to agree. "Now, can I see your PA?" he asked sweetly

My first slam was from a Meth Dealer I lived with when I was in my 30's. I only smoked or Stacey would Booty Bump me. But he told if I let him Slam me he'd let me do what ever I wanted to him. So I said yes. At first he didn't tell me the amount of the Slam. He let watch him do everything. Then it was time for the needle. He explained the cough and other things I would feel. So I watched him tie a band around my arm, stick the needle in my arm, draw the blood in and give me the liquid in the Point. Yeah, coughed and felt like I was going to puke. Then felt like I had never felt before. Stacey put everything away and people started coming by the house to buy Crystal. Finally Stacey asked what I felt like doing to him. So I rolled over and put his 9" Cut Kentucky Redneck Cock in my mouth. I Sucked him for a couple of hours, he told me to keep at it even when someone came by. The guys would always make dirty comments about what some guys would do for Meth. Stacey would mostly tell them it was my first Slam, and Cocksuckers became Insatiable for the Cock when Spun. I spent four hours sucking Stacey's Cock, then he said it was time for me to get another Slam. After that I Sucked him off until the sun came up the next day. He finally fed me his Load and I rolled off of him and tried to go to sleep. I lived with Stacey for almost a year and when I wasn't cruising bars to sell Crystal for him. I could always be found Spun and sucking his Cock for total strangers to watch. It was a very happy time in my Life.

Hot Damn! This is a hot one.

That is awesome. REally turned me on. Just need a pic now!

Might be taking my first poz load soon.

Hot fucking story. Would love to have been there