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Catching Up It was another Thursday night and Tim and I were walking over to Carlos' building. Tim had been eager to let me know about his dad pozzing up a guy recently, but had stayed quiet about any of his activities. I was curious so I figured if I could get him talking then I could press him on it. "Who'd your dad do?" I asked as soon as we were outside our building. "Some guy he shoots hoops with. The guy just broke up with his boyfriend and dad jumped on him as soon as he found out. I guess dad had been wanting him for a while and they were banging almost every night. Now the guy's got dad's bug forever" Collegeboy said with a chuckle. I laughed quietly and said "Nice job. I guess it went over better than your dad's last experience." "Oh, yeah. The guy was really into it. I heard him begging for it a few nights" Tim replied. We both laughed and I responded "Cool. How about you? Have you gotten your first yet?" There was a several second pause and he finally said "Workin' on number four." "Fuck yeah, that's my boy. Anyone I know?" I asked. Tim looked over at me and smiled "No fuckin' clue. I nailed a guy in the building next door. He's about your age and cheatin on his boyfriend. He was fun, really tight since he mostly tops. He seemed surprised that it happened so fast, I hope he passes it along to a lot of guys" he said. We stopped at the light and he looked around to make sure we were alone. "Did a guy in 19J and then another in 7E" Tim then said. One sounded familiar and it took a minute before I remembered why. "You did the dad in 19J?" I asked. "What?" Tim exclaimed. "No fuckin way. That dude is straight as an arrow. Totally pussy whipped but straight. I did the son. I went to high school with him. He's a year behind me in school and just turned 18. He's been beggin for me to fuck him since my senior year but I wouldn't until he was old enough" he added. "He know how potent you are?" I asked as we started across the intersection. "I tried to tell him but he was so eager to feel my dick in him he wouldn't let me finish a sentence. He thought it was so cool that I wanted to fuck him raw since all of his other tops want it wrapped. I did tell him once my dick was deep inside him and he just said 'I don't care'. Did him five days in a row and then he said he was too sore and needed a break. Did him a few more times and by then he was begging for my poz load. Then he got sick" Tim said, slowing our pace a little. "I should check on his dad and see if he now has something else in common with his son" I replied with a grin. "You didn't. Really? You fucked him?" Tim asked. I nodded and then asked "That leaves 7E. Who's that?" "I caught him checking me out at the store a few times and I finally busted him on it. He thought that since he was older and... uh... 'manlier' that he was gonna fuck me" Collegeboy said. "Manlier? How? It's not like you're flaming or even a little bit femme. You got long hair, but that's it and that doesn't make you a total bottom" I said as I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. "He thinks you have to be covered in hair to be a top man. I'm smooth, my dad's smooth, my granddad is smooth, we're just more evolved than him I guess" Tim said sarcastically. I cleared my throat and looked at him sternly. "Body hair is cool dude, you prove that. God, you're sexy as fuck. But fur doesn't make you a top. I've fucked a bunch of hairy bottoms" Tim said. We started walking again and were getting close to Carlos' place when he continued, saying "Anyway, we wrestled for position and I had him pinned on his back in under a minute. He was on the wrestling team in high school, but so was I - just twenty years apart. He figured that since I was young, there wasn't a need for rubbers. I bred him that first time in his condo and then he wanted a rematch. It was a repeat. Third time too. He never asked status. Hell, he didn't even have lube. I used spit and shoved, really tore him up each time. The fourth and last time we met, he left the door open and was just sitting on the bed on all fours, waiting for me to fuck him. He knew by then he was my bitch. He just didn't know how much I owned him by then" Tim said, grinning from ear to ear. We were one door down from Carlos' building and I stopped again. "How do you know you tagged him?" I asked. "He told me he was sick and wanted to know if I had covid. I said no and then a couple weeks later he sent me a message, telling me he got tested and it wasn't covid but was HIV positive and I should get tested. He said he hoped he didn't give it to me" College boy said, chuckling. I shook my head, knowing that Tim hadn't told him that he was poz. We walked the extra 50 feet and I pushed the button at Carlos' place. We walked in and just like last time, Carlos was naked except for a different harness and the same black boots. "Glad you could make it. You're a little late" Carlos said, sounding a little upset. "Sorry, we were talking on the way over and it slowed us down" I said apologetically. "Ain't that sweet. Hope it wasn't a lover's quarrel" Carlos said snidely as we headed down to the basement. In the open area next to the bed was a fuck bench with Juan firmly attached. His wrists and ankles had heavy leather cuffs on which were connected to the padded horse. His ass was on display as we walked in and hung off the back, his head was off the front and had the bit that Carlos had used on Tim the last time in his mouth and attached to the back of his head. When I got closer, there was a long red mark across Juan's back with blood seeping out of the broken skin and two smaller fresh marks. "Uh... What happened here?" I asked. Carlos looked back at me with the most evil of grins. "One needs to obey their master, otherwise there is punishment. Do you know how fast the end of a whip can get up to?" he asked coldly. I decided not to push for more info and just approached Juan. The instant that my hand touched his ass Juan jumped, obviously still on edge from his earlier treatment. My finger slid along the crevice and it felt quite wet. I brought my finger to my nose, sniffing and licking my fingertip before turning to Carlos. "Did you whore him out before I got here?" I asked. He shook his head before saying "You don't remember what my cum smells and tastes like? You got filled with a few loads of it as I recall." I chuckled and replied "It was neg back then, before I charged you up." Before he could respond, I said "Nice of you to lube him up for me. Too bad most of it will end up on the floor before long. I'll be sure to replace it with something much more effective in changing Juan's status" I said. "Well, then, get to it. I'm getting impatient" was his reply. Tim had stayed quiet and that was probably a smart move on his part. My cock was partially stiff just looking at Juan's ass and while I stroked it to full rigidity, Carlos was moving Tim to the foot of the bed. "Bend over and brace yourself on the footboard" Carlos barked at Tim as my cock drove into Juan's cummy hole. Juan may have been lubed with his master's cum, but I drove in hard with one continuous stroke just to make it sting. He yelled out around the bit that was keeping his mouth partially open. I pulled back slowly and shoved in twice as fast the second time and he writhed in his bonds. It felt good, though. The cum, the tight cocksleeve, the movement around my cock as he hopelessly wiggled trying to escape another fucking - they all enhanced the fuck and added to my pleasure. I had never considered myself sadistic before, but my fucks with Juan always leaned that way. I used him as rough as I wanted, or more accurately, as Carlos wanted. He didn't want to be poz but that was a destiny chosen for him and I was just the delivery guy. A half dozen strokes later and I was pounding his doomed hole. The bench was nice and heavy and didn't move across the floor as I thrust in until my hips smacked his ass. I looked down and saw a padlock holding each ankle to the horse. A further look saw another pair of locks holding his wrists to the front legs of the horse. "Locks, Carlos? Do you think he's going to run away?" I asked, watching him drill into Tim's ass. "Not him. You. I choose how you fuck my property. After you untied him the last two weeks, I want to make sure he gets bred like I want him to" Carlos replied sternly while pounding Collegeboy. I obviously wasn't going to be dragging Juan anywhere else today and this was our sole position to fuck. At least he didn't bind MY hands to prevent me from moving Juan this time. I had a few options and I made use of them to get my cock digging into Juan's well used hole. I put my left foot up on the padded ledge that Juan's lower leg was resting on and plowed into the right side of his chute. Minutes later, I was back with both feet on the floor. I reached up and dragged my finger along the freshly broken skin on his back, collecting the undried blood on my fingertip and making Juan scream loudly. Both Carlos and Tim looked over to see what I did and they had completely opposite expressions on their face. Tim's was horror and Carlos was pleasure. I ignored Juan's protests and drilled harder. My hands gripped his shoulders, allowing me to slam harder into him. Without warning. I stopped and pulled my cock out of his battered hole. I let go of him and then reached under to feel his cock. It was still caged and limp. I squeezed his balls against the cage and got him to cry out again. "Remember the last few times, Juan. You need to beg for what you need" I said as I released his balls. My cock was now resting on his hole and I gave him another few seconds. Juan grunted "Poz me, SIR" around the bit in his mouth and I was happy that he now understood his future. I slammed in as hard as I could. The horse moved a couple inches but I didn't care. Pulling back, I heard him say quieter "Please poz me" and maybe a sob or two afterwards. My cock slammed in again and he cried out "YES!" I began to pump my cock in and out, taking myself to the edge and just as I was about to shoot, I heard Carlos growl over my shoulder. Tim must have gotten bred again and now it was my turn to inseminate Juan and hopefully give him the load he needed. Two more thrusts and my cock started to spew it's special brew. I kept fucking as each rope of cum shot out until I slammed in and let the last couple spurts fill him deep. Juan was moaning "Oh fuck" over and over and I wondered if he knew this might be the one that does it. Once my cock started to soften, I pulled it out and looked around the room for a plug. I heard a loud slap and realized Carlos had just hit Tim's ass. "Your turn, boy. Three good fucks earned you a reward" Carlos said to Tim. It was only a couple seconds later and Collegeboy was pushing me out of the way and his hard cock was heading right into Juan's battered hole. Juan let out a yelp as Tim drove all of his cock into Juan's cum filled chute. Tim slapped each butt cheek, right then left and began to pummel Juan's ass. I watched Carlos' cum drip off of Tim's balls and create a puddle next to the one below Juan's ass on the cold concrete floor. Collegeboy was holding on to Juan's shoulders, near his neck, using them for leverage to drive into Juan's hole. "Come on, poz boy. Take that dick like a good slut" Tim yelled out. Juan whimpered and I figured that wouldn't be the last time someone called him "poz boy." I stepped back and watched Collegeboy fuck Juan, noticing how good of a top he was. He had confidence and mixed up his strokes to keep the fuck interesting. As much as he wanted to breed right away, he kept drilling him and only slowing down to avert a premature shot. Carlos came close and whispered in my ear "He really toxic? He's so young." "Almost 19 and he's already pozzed a few guys. He might be even more toxic than me since he's never been on meds" I replied. We watched him fuck for a few more minutes and then I noticed his thrusts start to get erratic. I heard Juan scream out from behind the bit in his mouth "Poz Me SIR!" There wasn't a bit of hesitation in his voice this time and it seemed to urge Tim on. He growled as he thrust in, his body shaking in an intense orgasm. I saw Tim had both hands wrapped around Juan's throat as his hip bucked and his cock fired off his viral cum. "Take my fuckin charged seed you poz pig. Welcome to the club" Tim growled out. I thought it was curious that Tim was already talking in past tense, but it was hot watching him verbally breed Juan. "Nice" Carlos said as he tossed me a towel. I wiped the sweat off my body and then cum and ass juice off my dick. Collegeboy pulled out of Juan and stepped away. Carlos roughly inserted a steel plug in Juan's ass before slapping his back over the most recent wound. I tossed the dirty towel to Tim who found a clean section on it and used that to wipe his cock off. Not much more was said as we headed upstairs, leaving Juan locked to the horse. Tim and I dressed and Carlos said "That was a good fuck. I hope he's close." I nodded back and Tim said "He probably is. He's got a sweet ass, I hope I get to fuck him some more." We walked back to our building quietly, unlike our walk over to Carlos' place. With about a block to go, I asked "Why did you call him poz boy? He hasn't converted yet." "I think he's starting. His glands were hard as fuck which is how I started and how Cole in 19J was. The rash came next along with the night sweats" Tim replied. Walking into the building, we said 'Hi' to the doorman and then got into the elevator. We got to my floor and as I started to walk off Tim said "I hope we get to tag team another guy some time. That was fun." I nodded and said "Yeah, it was. Night."

It had been a month since that night, and true to their word - I hadn't left the room. I was kept naked and kept fucked. My food was whatever came out of vending machines or the nearest fast food joint. They said junk food was bad for the immune system so, that's what I ate. Well, that and cum of course. I loved the taste and it's good protein. By the time I left that room, there was no doubt I was poz...I had all the symptoms: high fever, muscle aches, night sweats, chills, sore throat, fatigue...Just as they said they would, I got fucked 4-5 times a day, and each time I also got slammed. I was the sickest I've ever been in my life and it was epic! I loved every second of it! I didn't even miss my wife and kids. Or my job. Or the outside world. They were right, I felt free for the first time. For however long it lasts, I was free. I was instructed to go to room #15 in the Moonlight....I was still slightly high on heroine of course, part of the deal. It makes me an addict and therefore more pliable. I was also naked. No need for pretense here. I closed the door behind me and there was a naked man staring at me. He was tall, over 6 feet easily. Taking a good look at him, he was about 6 inches long. Green eyes and red hair in a buzz cut. He appeared to be in his early 30's. On the floor next to him was a 3 piece suit, folded neatly. Closer inspection revealed that he didn't have any dirt under his nails and he was clean shaven. That, combined with the lack of calluses on his hands indicated to me that he worked in an office, and was probably a man of power. I knew what he needed right away. I pointed to the floor in front of me. "Crawl". Slowly." He tried to hide a smile as he obeyed my instructions. Most men of power desire to surrender sexually. I'm an AIDS spreading bitch, so it's my job to give them what they want. Once he reached me, I placed my right hand on his head and maintained eye contact. "Now, lick my cock from base to tip. Slowly, bitch. I know you're eager but I want you to savor this." He nodded as he licked me. I continued. "Now, your job is to make me hard. The conundrum is this: The harder I am, the more it's going to hurt when I fuck you - but the more you'll enjoy it." He looked up at me with adorable eyes "Are you clean?" I smiled and nodded down at him. "Yes, absolutely. My employers only let us work here if we are." It was a lie, of course...I was HIV+ with a high viral count but it was my job to intentionally spread the virus. I also left my wife, kids and job for this. I'm going to get squeamish now?! I passed the Rubicon on this a month ago. He slowly took my cock into his mouth as I placed my hands on the side of his head and slid in further. "Put your hands behind your back, bitch." I said with a smile. "Keep them there" I said as I slid into his throat. He gagged. I gave him a moment to catch his breath. I gave him advice for deep throating, and tried again...he gagged briefly but only just. Slowly I slid into his throat again without him gagging. "Good, girl" I said slowly stroking my cock in and out of his mouth and throat. "Like a lot of married men, you don't want them...you want cock. Take your time, honey. Enjoy this." I said as I leaned back on my heels and worked in and out of his mouth and throat. Slowly, I started to become harder. I put my hands on his head and slowed his pace. "Nice and easy, bitch...nice and easy and keep your hands behind your back and off your cock. You let me worry about that." He nodded as I slid into his throat and held it there. "Hold your breath, honey." I said shoving all the way in. He obey and after a few seconds, I pulled out and let him gulp air. I looked and his cock was not only hard, but throbbing all by itself. I brought him to his hands and knees on the bed and said. "Now, grab the head board. I'm going to fuck you now." He looked back at me. "Are you sure you're clean?" He asked as he grabbed the head board. "Oh yes, no doubt. I get tested on a regular basis" I said lining the head of my cock up with his ass. "Now, I'm going to push in just the head. Take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Push through the pain, sweetie." He was shaking a little bit. "Relax, bitch - yours isn't the first cherry I've popped. Just do what I tell you and you'll be fine. Remember, this is why you came here. You want this. You need this. No woman out there can scratch this itch." He turned back around and I gently slid in the head of my cock into his ass. He was tensed up. I pushed in slowly and he exhaled as instructed. "There you go, bitch. Breathe." "Pain on the way in, relief on the way out. Got it?" I said as I bottomed out at my stroke with my body against his ass. I grinded against him as I was in all the way. "Get used to this feeling right here." I slowly pulled out to the head of my cock and let him feel the relief. "Understand, bitch?" He nodded and exhaled a breath of pure pleasure. "Yes. Is this what women feel?" I nodded as I slid back into him. "Yes, with one notable exception" I said as I reached under him and grabbed his cock - then began to stroke him. "Women don't have dicks." As I pushed into his ass, I stroked back on his cock to the base, making sure the strokes matched. "I cum when you cum, bitch. If you want this to last a while, hold your load. If not, don't hold back and I wont." His knees buckled and he shook. "Oh............my.......GOD!" He screamed so loudly it echoed off the walls. "I........never........knew it could be THIS good!" He said rolling his hips against me. I stroked him slowly - very slowly - the same as I fucked him. In slowly and out slowly. He responded by lowering his head and shoulders into the pillow and moaning loudly. Adding a twist, I reached down with my other hand and squeezed his balls while still fucking and stroking him. "YES! YES! TIGHTER!" He yelled. I obliged, gripping his balls like a vice with one hand and stroking him with the other. He started to breathe faster. "I....I can't hold it!" I stroked him as fast and deeply as I could.....squeezed his balls as tightly as I could and fucked him as fast as I could. "When you cum, scream that you're a cock loving bitch." I barely had the words out of my mouth as he came in my hand. He followed my instructions to the letter. It was only then that I noticed a small red light blinking behind the mirror we were facing. I knew it was a camera and I knew it wasn't there for me. Whomever this man was, my people wanted blackmail material. Even though I was cumming, I kept fucking him. "How does my cock feel cumming deep in your ass, bitch? Can you wife make you feel this way?" He shook his head no quickly as I milked the last of his cum from his cock. "No, she can't......FUCK I didn't know a man in my ass could feel this way!" I smiled as I slowly pulled from his body, making sure that all my cum stayed in first. "Good. Now, go get a warm washcloth from the bathroom and clean off my cock. I'll give you a 20 minute break, then we're going again, dear." He looked back at me. "You can't be serious." I nodded and pointed to the bathroom. "Go. Now. If you don't, next time I'm fucking you hard and painful. We've got all night and I'm going to use that ass about 4 more times." Before he stood from the bed, his cock started to get hard again.

On Monday I had a day-long unofficial date with the poz pup from the fisting party I posted about. We walked his dog, talked a great deal, and he eventually invited me back to his place for food. I went, we smoked some greenz, and ate. And then he bred me. THICK DICK, and surprisingly cut for a Latino boy. We connected, and I decided to be bold and ask him for an actual date. He said yes! I stayed overnight since my roommate is a piece of shit (and the ceiling caved in while I was away), and got a great night's sleep. We fucked again in the morning. I gave him a damn waterfall of semen after. Sweet guy. We're going for sushi this weekend. I really like him. And before you ask, he's medicated. But I'm not after him for that.

Yesterday... was ghosted by an impromptu play date in the am. After cleaning out. I was ticked off, and very horny, and cruised grindr pretty aggressively - and apparently Pan Priapus heard my prayers! Messaged a pair of sexy hairy legs, and he was down to come visit me in the early afternoon. Not my usual - very much the otter type, tall and slender, with treasure trail style belly fur. Not hung, but hard as steel. Passionate and skilled in the sack. We flip fucked (he surprised me by enthusiastically taking my monster) for at least an hour, and my hole was delightfully pummeled. He pulled out and came on me (his choice) at the same time as I sprayed like a firehose (he commented on that). So, technically not breeding, but a VERY satisfactory play date nonetheless. Fuck, I needed that!

One thing embrace getting older. Nothing worse than a LGBTQX individual trying to hold on to the vestiges of their youth. If you eat well and stay active. You can be still fucking in your 60's 70's. Their are younger Dom's that like older well behaved sub's and sissy. Confidence is sexy

Part 1 Colt and I have been best friends since we were 10 years old. Well, his real name is Colton. Colton Sawyer Cooper. But he's always gone by Colt. We lived three houses apart in a town called Cleburne, just south of Fort Worth. We immediately bonded over our love of comic books, even though he was Marvel and I was DC, and our love for the Cowboys. But I'll have to say he was much more fanatical than me. His entire bedroom was a shrine to the team. Cowboys bed spread, Cowboys sheets, Cowboys lamps, Cowboys rugs, you get the picture. Even his walls were covered in Cowboys posters. But looking back now, I didn't put 2 and 2 together and realize the one thing he didn't have was the one thing every red blooded Cowboys fan had, posters of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. But he did have plenty of Tony Romo. So we were basically 2 peas in pod. Where there was one, there was the other. And we told each other everything. He told me when he got his first pubes, and the first time he came, which he said was the most amazing thing ever. I developed a little behind him, but six months later I got my own pubes and soon was ejaculating as well. And he was right, it was amazing! We became little jerk off monsters, as most boys are, and our sleepovers became one non stop jerk fest. We would lie on our sleeping bags on the floor next to each other and pound our dicks. We were always fascinated with watching each other shoot, and seeing how far our loads flew. Nothing gay, just two horny boys. And we were always good for 3 of them. We also liked to measure our growing dicks as we got older, taking pride in how big they were getting. Length wise, we were identical, but his was always thicker. Again, nothing gay, just curious boys. You'd think by the time we reached high school, we would have stopped that, but no. We continued our jerkoff sessions together. I mean, we had been doing it for several years, so why quit now? When we were 16, we got our first blowjobs together. It was at the drive-in in my quad cab Ford F-150. My dad owned a dealership so I got a really good deal on it. You know us Texas boys love our trucks. Colt was in the backseat with Stacy Turner and I was up front with Missy Powell. I watched Colt in my rear view mirror as his head layed back and his mouth hung open, groaning in ecstasy. We even shot our loads at the same time. In retrospect, those blowjobs weren't that great, but we didn't care. We were nutting into a warm, wet hole. I dated Missy for a while after that, but Colt didn't date Stacy. In fact, he never really dated. He'd fool around with chicks, but that was it. I dumped Missy after a while because she wouldn't let me fuck her. She was a "nice girl." Well, she wasn't such a nice girl the night she was on her knees sucking off me and Colt together behind his shed. The full moon provided enough light that I had a nice view of Colt's fat 7 1/2 inch cock as he gagged Missy with it. When he came, he put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. After she had swallowed both our loads, she thought we were going to get back together, but I told her to fuck off, I didn't want to date a slut. She called us fags, and said she was going to tell everyone. The next day at school, one of the guys called us fags, but after Colt kicked the shit out of him, no one ever said that again. By our senior year, we had both become big strong men. Colt had turned 18 in August, before school started, and I was turning 18 the day before Halloween. We were both linebackers on the varsity team, which put us in the category of high school gods. You know how important football is in Texas! We had spent years working out, and had spent the last three summers working as ranch hands. Baling hay, branding cattle, castrating bulls, real cowboy shit. And our bodies showed it. I stood a nice 6'1" with a solid body. Firm pecs, hard 6 pack, defined arms, and strong legs. But Colt, he was a whole other level. 6'3 1/2" of solid muscle. And boy did he like to show it off! I don't think he even owned shirts with sleeves anymore. He was constantly flexing his big guns that were attached to the broadest shoulders I had ever seen. His strong torso led down to a surprisingly narrow waist. And the wranglers he wore should have been criminal. They were always so tight that they clung to his big, round ass. And the front, well, he liked to wear a big belt buckle to draw people's eyes down to his huge bulge. Not that it would have gone unnoticed. It was like an anaconda trying to bust out of there. He topped his look off with a pair of boots and a hat. He always wore a hat on his thick, brown curls. Sometimes a trucker hat, sometimes a cowboy hat, but always a hat. And not to be gay, but his face matched the rest of him perfectly. His vibrant green eyes were surrounded by thick, dark eyelashes. His strong nose sat atop a pair of pillowy, dark pink lips. His square jaw perfectly shaped his face. He hadn't started to grow facial hair yet, and his cheeks flushed a reddish colour, giving him a boyish look. His body may have been all man, but his face was all innocent angel. Not that my face wasn't hot too. I had strong Scandinavian features with light blue eyes and light blond hair. I hadn't started shaving yet either, so we were both still like boys in a way. So, right after Colt turned 18, things kind of got weird. It was like he was suddenly avoiding me. Our sleepovers stopped, he would take off right after weekend games, and he hung around me less at school. I tried to talk to him about it, cause it was really hurting me to lose someone I was closer to than a brother. He would just give me flimsy excuses, saying he was busy with stuff, or he was fucking some chick, basically bullshit. The one time during that early part of the school year that was somewhat normal was my birthday. We had scored a bottle of whiskey and some weed and spent the night getting fucked up and playing video games. It was great. Just like old times. It eventually devolved into a mutual bro love fest. We sat on his bed with our arms around each others shoulders and declared our straight love for one another. "I love you man." "No dude, I love YOU!" "I love you more bro!" "No man, I love YOU more!" And back and forth it went. In hindsight, I wasn't hearing what he was trying to tell me. Eventually, it wound up becoming one of our jerk off sessions. I smiled as I looked at his smooth, hairless body. Nothing gay, I just appreciated my best friend, naked next to me, jerking his fat 10 inch cock. I stroked my own 9 1/2 inch dick and we both shot loads that hit our faces, and laughed like nothing had changed. But things had changed. The next day, Colt started his weird avoidance shit again. He blew me off the following weekend, and the weekend after that when he did it again, I had had enough. I knew his parents were going to be out of town, and he claimed he was going to be fucking some chick. But I didn't buy it and decided to spy on him and see what was up. Friday night I snuck over to his house and went around the back to where his bedroom was. His lights were on and the shade was down, but not all the way down. There was a gap at the bottom. His window was open a crack, so I quietly creeped up and peeked into his bedroom. What I saw shocked the hell out of me! There was Colt, stomach down on his bed, his legs hanging off the end, while a large, heavily tattoed Mexican man pulled his head back by his curly hair and pounded his cock into Colt's round, white ass. Colt was wearing his football shoulder pads, athletic socks pulled up over his calves, his cleats, and a white jockstrap. His football jersey layed on the floor. "Take it slut!" I could hear the man say. "Take that load in your faggot jock pussy!" I turned away, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard Colt moan, "Oh yes SIR! Breed me!" WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST SEE? My head swam as a million thoughts ran through it. I knew I should leave, but like a car wreck, I had to look again. I had to make sure what I saw was real. I turned back and looked in again. The Mexican guy was flipping Colt over and spreading his legs. Another man with a camera moved in and got a close up of Colt's asshole. "That's right slut." Said the Mexican. "Show the people what they paid for! Spread your cheeks and let them see your dripping high school jock pussy!" Colt spread his ass cheeks apart as the cameraman said, "Oh yea, look at that jock cunt drip cum!" Then, another man I hadn't noticed stepped up. He was a large black man with dreadlocks pulled back into a ponytail. He bent down and placed his mouth over Colt's asshole and started sucking. Then he stood up over Colt and pulled his mouth open. Colt stuck his tongue out and the black man let a long string of spit and cum land on it. It ran down into Colt's mouth, and he closed it with a smile on his face. As my initial shock started to go down, I noticed a few things I hadn't noticed before. There was a laptop open on the dresser recording the action. Also, on the nightstand there was a glass pipe, a baggie with some kind of substance in it, and a few syringes. Then, the black man layed down on the bed, holding up a huge cock. That fucker had to be like 12 inches! Colt crawled up and straddled the man. He took hold of the cock and lined it up to his asshole. Then he slowly slid down on it. Inch after black inch dissapeared into Colt's bubble butt. Soon, his muscular glutes were sitting on the black man's pubes, and every inch of that cock was inside him. He sat there not moving as the Mexican man filled up the glass pipe. He handed it to the black man, who lit a small torch and waved it under the bowl. Soon, it filled with white smoke and he inhaled it. Then, he grabbed Colt behind his neck and pulled him onto his mouth. I could see the black man exhale as Colt inhaled. Then Colt sat up and exhaled a white cloud. They repeated this twice more as Colt began gyrating his hips. Then the black man handed the pipe to Colt. "Now, hit that bitch, and hold it until I say exhale. And start riding my cock, slut!" Colt held the pipe up to his lips, lit the torch, and inhaled the white smoke. Then, as he held it, he started riding up and down on the black cock buried inside him. He held in the smoke for about 10 seconds before the black man told him to exhale. "Again, Whore!" He demanded Colt. Colt did as he was told, holding in the smoke and riding the big cock harder. 5 times this was repeated until Colt was visibly losing control. The black man reached up and started pinching and squeezing Colt's nipples, and Colt moaned and squealed like a slut. Then the Mexican man approached with a little brown bottle. He held it under Colt's nose as the black man held onto his slim waist and started fucking upward. "Breath in slut, and hold it until I say release. Do you understand you fucking whore?" "Yes SIR!" Replied Colt. The man held the bottle under Colt's nose, closing off one nostril. Colt breathed in deep and held it. After the man finally let him exhale, he repeated it with the other nostril. Back and forth he went. After each hit, Cole became more and more fucked up. Eventually, he couldn't hold his head up. The Mexican man just grabbed his hair and held up his head, forcing him to hit more. Finally, after 10 hits, the Mexican man pushed Colt onto his back, causing the cock to slide out of him. Colt just collapsed, his head rolling to facing me, his mouth open and slack, his eyes crossed and fucked up looking. The black man just raised Colt's legs in the air and slammed his monster cock all the way into my fucked up best friend. Colt just gurgled as he was assaulted. The cameraman panned from Colt's fucked up face to his ass getting pummeled, back and forth. "Yes slut!" Said the black man. "Look into the camera. Let your audience see your face. That's what they paid for, bitch. To see a hot, 18 year old high school jock get fucked up and fucked hard! Tell them how much you like it you fucking whore! Beg to be fucked!" "Oh god yes." Colt slurred. "Fuck me! Fuck my hole. I love it! Give me that big black cock! Please fuck me SIR!" "Are you a little whore? Are you a pathetic, faggot slut?" "Yes SIR!" Colt answered him, still looking blankly into the camera. "I'm a pathetic faggot slut whore! Fuck my hole! Cum in me SIR! I'm a fucking cumdump!" "Is that what you are? A cumdump?" Continued the black man as he pulled Colt's rock hard cock out of his jockstrap and started jerking it really hard. "Can anybody come and fuck you? Can anybody out there watching come and fuck you? You wanna give up your jock hole to anybody that wants it?" "Yes please!" Groaned Colt. "Please come fuck me! I need your cum in me! Please come and fuck me! Anybody can! Come fuck my jock ass!" He cried out as his cock shot off, hitting him in the face and coating his chest and stomach. The black man scraped up his cum and fed it to him, and Colt sucked the cum covered fingers like he was starving. The cameraman handed the camera to the Mexican man. The black man pushed Colt untill his head was hanging over the bed, his mouth wide open. Then the cameraman shoved his hard cock right down Colt's throat. I could see his cock stretch out Colt's esophagus as he buried himself balls deep. Then both men started viciously fucking my best friend, pounding both of his holes as hard as they could. The Mexican handed the cameraman a sign that he held up, and it read.... Colton Sawyer Cooper 18 yo high school senior Football player with 2 Available cumdump holes Dallas/Fort Worth area (817) 347-1823 Any cock taken HOLY SHIT! They posted his full name and his real phone number! Did he agree to that? Or was he too fucked up to know? I decided I couldn't watch anymore and turned away. Part of me was horrified. Part of me was sickened. But what I didn't realize right away is, I had been hard the whole time. As I lay in my bed at home, I tried not to think about everything I had seen, but it was no use. The images played over and over in my head. Without even thinking about it, my hand traveled down to my hard cock. After only a couple of strokes, I shot off a huge load.

All I had to do now was wait. My name is Charlie and I've been chasing now for years ...just an itch I have to scratch... my wife has no idea. I'd had my flashes where men would make plans to meet me, but never show up. Perhaps it was being let down once to many, but for whatever reason I decided to take some drastic measures. I vowed that this month was going to be *the* month I got pozzed. It took some time but I dug deep into the dark web. One site led to another, led to another, led to a link and endless emails but I was assured that these people were real - and that once steps had been taken, there was no backing out. That was fine with me as, to be honest, I didn't care what the personal cost - this was happening. I was sick of not being HIV+. I took 2 weeks vacation from work and said I was going to Chicago. I told my wife I was going to New York. I even bought new cell phones and mailed them to P.O. Boxes in those cities so I'd show up on cell phone towers as being there. The people to whom I had been speaking called themselves, "Poz Incorporated". They insisted that all instructions be followed to the letter. As commanded, I flew to New Orleans and found a run down dive motel that had been condemned years ago.."The Moonlight". I opened the door to room #8, with only the clothes on my back. No cell phone. No money. They even insisted that I walk the 3 miles from the airport to the hotel. The room itself was lit by a single blue light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Continuing to follow instructions, on the nightstand next to the bed was a syringe with a little something in it. I injected it without question as it was part of the deal. Whatever happens, I was now in someone else's hands. That was the point. Within a few minutes I felt so groggy that I laid down on the bed, face up. The room was spinning as a blindfold was placed over my eyes. "You've followed all the instructions so far - and you're the first that has.." I heard a deep voice say as I felt my legs being opened and a firm hand grabbing my cock, stroking me slowly. "It's a nice cock, we're going to enjoy owning it..." He chuckled. "Here's how this works...." Another voice began. I felt a cock sliding into my ass smoothly. There was no pain at all. Without thought I pushed down on it and moaned loudly in pleasure. "There are 3 of us here - and tonight you're going to take all of us in both holes - and when we're done, we're blood slamming you. In the morning, you WILL be pozzed - that we promise." Another man slipped his hard cock into my mouth slowly as he stroked my now rock hard cock. "The price is your life. There is no going home for you. We're wiping you from everything electronic. You'll never see your wife and kids again." He slowly explained. The man in my ass picked up speed a little fucking me. "You're a worthless cock sucking faggot, and soon you'll have AIDS. You're going to fuck anyone we tell you to fuck - in any way we tell you. You'll take cock....you'll give cock. You're going to spread HIV for us, mostly to people that don't know you're poz." Someone stroked me faster. And hard. VERY hard. It may be the same man that was now sliding his cock into one of my hands. "You don't have a choice in all this...you gave that up by coming here." I nodded in response as the man in my mouth and throat fucked me hard. I felt my legs being spread wider as I was being fucked harder. Deeper. "You're going to go viral and stay that way - no meds." The man in my hand started using it hard and fast. "You have about 5 years to live - but every day you're going to either fuck or get fucked about 5 times. It's going to be a short ride, but you'll enjoy every second of it." He was throbbing...I could feel it. I'd never had a man cum inside of my ass before now...the man stroking me had me equally as close. I moaned loudly as I was seconds away from cumming hard. Harder than I ever have in my life. My cock was rock hard now...harder than I'd ever been for a woman. I slide up and down the shaft in my ass, fucking him aggressively as someone stroked my cock tightly. My body convulsed as I started to cum. With my hands I gripped the sheets tightly. I felt the man in my ass shove hard - all the way in. His cock was throbbing and I knew he was pumping me full of his delicious seed. "Take it, Bitch!" He screamed. "Take this poz load!" He remained there for a few more moments, before pulling out....I could feel my cum on my chest and even my cheek. I'd cum the hardest I ever had. The man in my hand pulled out and slide his cock into my asshole. I was properly lubed and took him with ease. I felt a pin prick on my free arm. "This is my blood, bitch. It's high viral. For every cum shot in you, you're going to get slammed." Whomever was stroking me didn't stop after I came. "There it is, bitch...the proof that you're a fucking AIDS chasing whore. That was a nice shot - but we're not stopping. Cum all you want, this is an all nighter." I felt the man in my ass lean forward, and he put his hands around my throat. I didn't try to stop him. On the contrary, I wrapped my legs around his body and locked my ankles. He used long, steady strokes to fuck me, even holding it at the top of the push. "Your asshole is nice and tight, bitch....but don't worry, we'll change that." The man in my throat grabbed my head with both hands and started to fuck my mouth and throat harder. Faster. Deeper. He was throbbing and I felt it...I was in tune with his cock. It was only a few more seconds before he shoved his cock into my throat and held it there. "FUUUUCK!" He screamed as he came. Hard. I felt my neck being squeezed tighter by two big, strong hands. "You're going to pass out now, but don't worry....we're not stopping just because of that. We'll keep using your holes till dawn." As I started to pass out, my cock started to get hard again and I felt two more men grabbing my wrists. He fucked me full stroke, but began to speed up. "I envy you, bitch. As of now you've got no wife. No kids. All your needs will be met. All you have to do is get fucked all day, every day until you die. This is what true freedom feels like." Were the last words I heard before blacking out.

"I bind you, Trump, from doing harm to others and doing harm to your self." Please repeat binding spell as needed. Light candles Burn sage Call the Corners Call for all that is good in this world to help.

I'm not opposed to him hurting himself. just as long as he no longer harms this country with his bullshit

Dean and Carl make their way around Jasons wrists and ankles, tying them in place. Jason is giddily smiling at me. I kiss him and tell him quietly “Let’s take it slow and keep it light; from Deans story I assume he’s also HIV positive.” He response “For sure. I love you.” I look down and his dick is already hard and poking out of the top of his jock. My dick is the same, straining against the leg of my pants. Carl pulls out a strange looking helmet out of his backpack. Dean explains “this is for sensory deprivation. Jason won’t be able to hear or see anything but his nose and mouth are exposed. It will enhance his sense feel, smell, and taste. Jason, although you won’t be able to make out what we’re saying, we’ll still be able to hear you. If you want us to stop, tell us. Otherwise, I will take good care of you.” Carl works the helmet onto Jasons head and pulls some straps on the sides so it’s snug. Carls asks “can u hear me?” A few times and Jason doesn’t respond. It’s so warm and humid that we’ve all started to sweat. Jasons beefy body and thick furry legs glisten. Dean is even more sweaty and I watch beads rolling down his chest and into his stomach fur as he positions himself in between Jasons legs. I’m on the side of Jason, and Carl is right next to me. Dean starts teaching “Tom, I’ll make sure he knows where I am at all times with my hands and body. Although I’m in control, the key is to play off of his reactions to maximize pleasure. First I’m going to warm him up.” He lightly grips Jasons ankles and slowly and sensually massages up his legs, to his crotch, up the sides of his body, into his pits. No ones touches Jason this intimately except me, and although it’s making a pit in my stomach, my dick keeps flexing and my mouth water while I watch Dean seemingly enjoy just rubbing Jason so much. I notice Deans own crotch is sporting a massive bulge under his jeans. As he leans forward it presses up against Jasons bare ass. Carl notices my concerned face and rubs my lower back comfortingly with one hand. I look back at Dean make his way up Jasons arms and back down his chest. Jason flinches, as his nipples are extremely sensitive. Dean continues down his stomach, bushes over Jasons exposed hard dick head and covered shaft and balls. Then he spits a large string of saliva on a few of his fingers and lightly massages the outside of Jasons hole. He presses in and one finger pushes knuckle-deep. Jason squirms, moans, and his dick flexes. Dean drips another large string of saliva onto his still-inserted finger and works a second finger in. Strangely my dick flexes almost in sync with Jasons as I think of Deans sweet spit entering inside Jason. I glance to my right and Carl is now stroking himself. He has a solid 6” dick with large balls. He grabs my hand and places it on his dick. It’s already slick with lube. I’ve never really gripped anyone else’s dick besides mine and Jasons. I grip Carls dick a few times, to feel all of his veins, shaft, and balls. He spits on his own hand and fishes out my dick. It aches with pleasure. Normally I would protest but it seems fair and fine in the current situation. We look back at Dean. He’s using one hand to hold Jasons dick and the other to twirl around Jasons precum-slick dick head. Jason tugs on all the restraints and moans as Dean twirls harder for an extended moment. Shadowy figures surround us, jerking themselves as they watch. Dean trails his fingers up Jasons furry stomach to his nipples and then teases them the same way. Jason moans louder, tugs, and involuntarily flexes his dick which is now oozing a steady stream of precum on his stomach. “Bingo” Dean says under his breath. As Dean teases his nipples, I see him grinding his tented crotch on Jasons hole. My heart thumps but for some reason I am transfixed watching Jasons lust. All the while my own dick already feels like it could cum any moment as Carl barely strokes it. I grab his wrist to slow him down. Random hands appear around Deans waist and unbutton and unzipped his jeans. Dean seems unfazed and continues to tease Jasons nipples while his rock hard dick springs free. He has no underwear on. HIs dick is about 7”, uncut, curved upward, its head is poking out of its taut foreskin and is wet with precum. I spot a tattoo on his lower waist, to the side of his pubes.. a black scorpion. FUCK. I figured he was positive but now I KNOW! And Jason has no idea! Dean leans forward farther and his shiny wet helmet rubs up against Jasons balls and taint. I think to myself “not much more.” and then feel my dick get enveloped in a warm mouth. It feels so good I grab onto his head to keep balance. I look down and it’s Carl. He’s squat down, jacking himself while working my dick like I've never felt ever before - swallowing my entire shaft and nearly my balls. Dean leans back, pinches poz precum off his dick, leans forward again and dips his slimy fingers into Jasons mouth. Jason sucks on them like he’s in heat. I feel my balls starting to tingle.. this is all going south. I barely muster up the courage to mutter to Dean “He’s not on prep so please keep it light.” Dean looks at me like an animal distracted from a feast and also like he didn’t hear me and responds “huh? Sure, my guy.” and then pinches off more of his precum and jams his fingers deep into MY mouth! It’s so viscus and salty. With my tongue I feel how thick and rough his fingers are. I’m completely lost in the moment and also suck on them. I feel a random hand go down the back of my pants and straight for my hole. My pants drop to the floor. The fingers feel great and I let them massage their way in. I look back at Dean grab Jasons neck with one hand while working his nipple with the other and rocking forward. Jasen is moaning and seemingly trying to push his ass against Dean. I notice Deans dick is no longer visible. My left hand jets to it and I can feel it resting and barely poking into Jasons hole, which is now slick POZ precum! Just as I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, a hand grabs the back of my head and another holds poppers under my nose. Startled, I inhale hard. They keep them at my nose. I feel Dean slowly push forward and his foreskin roll back against my hand as his hard spongy dick slowly sinks inside Jasons stretched, hairy hole. I get light-headed and move my hand to the chain while the others on and Carls head (which is still sucking me down to my nuts). My heart is pounding. I feel my dick head jam down Carls silky throat and my cum starts to well up in my balls. He must sense im close because he fucks his own throat harder. I can barely see that Dean is now choking Jason with both hands and is pressed all the way up against him. I know he’s now balls deep and leaking his poisonous positive precum inside Jason. Jason moans loudly like he does when he’s about to cum. Dean pulls Jason down onto his dick harder and then starts to hammer into him while growling “that’s it, welcome to the family you stud.. take my AIDS babies you stud.. FUCKKK!!” Dean pulls him down one last time and remains balls deep while shaking. I know he’s flooding Jasons ass with torrents of his AIDS cum. Jason pushes his ass harder onto Dean and groans louder than I’ve ever heard while he spurts volley after volley of cum onto his chest. I can’t help but grab the sides of Carls head and impale deeper while exploding down his throat. Carl moans while guzzling my cum. Deans twitches while remaining pressed balls-deep inside Jason and looks over at me “Good start to the night.”

Chapter Thirteen Logan woke up to a hand over his mouth. His eyes got wide and he started to scream when Jack held a finger up, “Shut. Up.” He instantly calmed down as he realized hit was his brother. “You're going to stand up, quietly. And march into my room. You got that?” He nodded. “One peep and you're going to wake your friends up, and if you do that you're going to be the only one who regrets it.” He slowly lifted his hand and Logan whispered, “What's going on?” Jack just pointed to the door. The young jock knew better than to argue with his older brother, he just got up and walked out into the hall. Once Jack had closed the door behind him he asked, “What's going on?” Jack pushed him into his bedroom as way of an answer. I was sitting on Jack's bed, waiting. “You owe someone an apology,” Jack said. Logan looked at him for a moment and then to me, “Sorry Ev.” “Not even close to good enough,” Jack insisted. “What do you want me to say?” he asked his older brother. Jack pushed him towards me, “Make it up to him.” Logan stumbled closer to me, his eyes wide with apprehension. “Get down on your knees,” Jack ordered. I would have felt sorry for the guy if his cock wasn't fucking rock hard in his soccer shorts. He knelt down in front of me, looking up at me with those wide eyes. “Now try it again,” Jack said. “I'm sorry Everett,” his voice was low and had a little pout in it, “Please forgive me.” “How are you going to make it up to him?” Logan looked down at my cock, it was still soft but chubbing up some. He gulped and asked “Can I please suck your cock?” The way his voice cracked turned me on and I just nodded as my cock began to lengthen. He leaned in and took hold of it, his eyes glued to it as he licked up the shaft and to the head. He closed his eyes like he was french kissing it for a moment before shoving it into his mouth. I felt his tongue swirl around me and I left out a small moan in appreciation. The sound must have been a cue because he stopped just playing with it and started to service me seriously. I fell back onto Jack's bed as his little brother traced his tongue over the entire length of my cock. I looked up and say Jack looking down smiling at me, and I felt my mind start to fuzz up. I was getting turned on. Logan was good at this, I mean surprisingly good. I wondered how many cocks he had sucked before and who they had belonged to. Once my member was slathered in his spit he moved to my balls and under them. He sucked one into his mouth and rolled it around, making me call out in pleasure. Again my noises seemed to egg him on as he took the other one in his mouth and made me start to really lose it. He moved down to my taint and I spread my legs willingly, I was too far gone to care what was happening anymore. Which was when his tongue stopped and I heard Logan gasp. I sat up and saw his shorts were off now and Jack was behind him, rimming his ass. I sat there stunned as I watched Jack tongue his little brother's jock ass for all it was worth. Logan's eyes were closed and he was pressing back even as he said, “Come on Jack...please don't....” But I knew better than most, when Jack wanted something he got it. Instead of answering he smacked his brother's ass and spread his legs father apart, making Logan's face fall into my groin. This was fucking weird and super erotic at the same time. I lifted his head up and pulled it towards my meat, his mouth opened and accepted it willingly as he went back to serving me. I could tell when Jack hit his spot because he would gasp around my dick and shudder a little every time. When Jack came up for air he shoved a finger up the spit soaked hole and leaned in close to his little brother's ear. “Come on Logan, work that cock. Show me how much you are obsessed with Ev's cock.” Logan groaned as he worked up and down my cock faster, Jack looked up at me and winked as he shoved a second finger into him. Again he groaned around my cock which made me call out as the vibrations felt amazing. This went on for a few minutes, Logan blowing me, Jack finger fucking him, both of us in a state of horniness that was building faster and faster. Finally Jack had three fingers into his little jock brother and Logan was slapping his ass back as hard as he could, riding those fingers. Finally Jack pulled his hand out and slapped his brother's pert ass, “Ok, get up.” My cock popped out of Logan's mouth, his cheeks were red and his cock was leaking as he stood up. Jack grabbed a little brown bottle off his nightstand and shoved it under his little brother's nose, “Breathe in.” Logan looked like he was going to struggle but Jack grabbed the back his his head and held him to the bottle. “Jack no...” his brother protested but Jack held the bottle to his nose and kept his mouth closed this his thumb. Logan had no choice than to take a deep hit in one nostril. He continued to fight with Jack until it took hold and he slumped into his brother's arms. “Take another hit,” he said and this time Logan willingly inhaled. Jack put the bottle down and them moved his brother over towards me. “What are we doing?” Jack moved his brother over my lap, “Teaching him a lesson, grab your cock.” I took hold of my cock and it wasn't until Logan's ass touched the head did I realize what he was doing. “Wait are you...” I began to say. Then Jack pushed Logan down onto my cock. The younger jock was so out of it he just mumbled something as my head forced it's way into his tight hole. He seemed confused for a moment until my cock breached his ass and he let out a loud moan and slowly began to sink down my shaft. He was like a ragdoll, I held him upright as I felt inch after inch shove it's way into the high schooler's tight hole. He was babbling something but as I impaled him, his head thrashed from side to side and I heard, “noo.....” as the walls of his ass fluttered around my cock. Jack spread his legs over mine and he sank even further, a whimper escaped his mouth as he took the last two inches of my cock. His ass was so tight, hours and hours of soccer practice, squats, and probably being straight had made him so fucking tight it was amazing. His ass spasmed as he sat there, trying to accommodate my cock, which was as thick a a fucking beer can. He laid back against my chest as he slowly started to come to, his ass had not stopped quivering for a second. Jack slapped his little brother's cheek lightly, “Wakey wakey.” Logan's head dipped as he slowly started to come back to reality. “Wha...nononono...” he called out as his ass tightened up, “FUCK....” he screamed as he felt nearly ten inches of cock throb in his hole. “You like getting people high and fucking them?” Jack mocked. “Jack please....please....oh god...please...” “You think it's funny to just shove your cock into people?” “He liked it!” Logan cried, as he tried to pull himself off of my dick and failed, sliding back down it, “SSHIIITTT!!” “Well when we're done,” Jack said grabbing the bottle again, “So will you.” He held his little brother's mouth shut and plugged a nostril and watched as Logan inhaled empty once and then again. “Oh...please...of...” and then his voice trailed off to mumbles. Jack looked me in the eyes. “Fuck this cunt.” I pulled Logan up a few inches and again he half moaned and protested and then pushed him back down causing him to moan deeply. I waited a second and then repeated it, this time with less complaining. “Jesus Christ you're such a pussy,” Jack said taking my hands off of his brother's hips and taking hold of them himself. He pulled Logan halfway off my cock and then slammed him down hard. Logan's eyes flew open and his mouth opened for a silent scream that didn't come. His ass rippled around my dick as his ass muscles screamed. Jack didn't wait to give him any time to adjust, he pulled him back up and did it again and again and again. Each time Logan made a squeaking noise and his ass went nuts trying to clamp down on my dick. It felt amazing and at the speed Jack was shoving him down on me I wasn't going to last long. “S-slow down...” I warned and Jack let Logan go. The high school jock sank down my cock slowly, Logan moaning the whole time. “Dude maybe..” I began to say and then felt something... Logan trying to pull himself up off my cock. Jack just smiled at me as he watched his little brother try to fuck himself on my cock. His ass wasn't clenching any more and I had to assume my cock had just destroyed it completely. Logan was too out of it at the moment but he was moving his ass back and forth, trying to fuck himself as best he could. I grabbed his hips again and whispered in his ear, “You like this Logan?” and thrust my cock up. He grunted and then whimpered as I went up and down. “Come on Logan, you want more?” I pumped him again and another whimper and then a low, “ffuuuccc.....” “You want this Logan?” I did it again and again and again. Jack held his hand for me to stop after the fifth one so I did, and saw Logan move his legs around mine and shove himself back onto my dick. Jack leaned in, “You want that cock?” Logan nodded but refused to say anything. “Come on Logan...you want Ev to fuck you?” No comment, but his ass was still grinding against me. “Ok Everett, pull out. Guess he is straight.” I started to pull him off and his hands gripped mine, “Wait...” “Say it,” Jack ordered. Logan said nothing. Jack slammed him back down onto mu dick, “Say it!” Logan hissed a mournful, “Yeess.....” Jack grabbed his chin and forced him to look at him, “Admit it.” “Yes...please...” “Please what?” Jack asked. “Please fuck me...” I got right next to the cocky jock's ear and whispered, “Hold on.” I shoved my hips up, driving all ten inches of thick, fucking cock into him and he cried out in ecstasy. His hands braced themselves on my thighs as he steadied himself from my anal assault over and over again. His head was thrown back and he was crying out, “Fuck me, fuck me....fuck Everett.....fuck me....” I told you my cock had that effect on people. He was pushing back onto me, trying to drive even more of my horse cock into his stomach at this point. His meaty cock was flapping free, precum flying everywhere as he rode his first cock to an orgasm. I grabbed a chunk of hair and pulled his head back, “You like that? You like that cock?” “Fuck Ev, fuck...you're so....fuckkkk.....” “Feel that? That's a real cock, doesn't matter who fucks you now, all you'll crave is my cock. My fucking bull cock splitting you apart.” “Fuck..fuck....please Ev....wreck me...” “You got a pussy Logan? You got a little high school pussy?” “Fuck me, fuck my pussy...please Ev...please...” “You gonna crave this dick, dream about it. You're gonna be in the showering fingering your hole crying for this cock. Aren't you?” “Fuck yeah, fuck me...oh god Ev...your cock....” “You gonna have my babies Logan? You want me to shoot into you jock pussy?” “Breed me Ev...please....I need to be bred....” He could have been begging me to stop and I wouldn't have cared, I was too far gone and I need to blow a load into his little soccer jock so he would walk with a limp for the next week. I wanted this kid to get a doctor's note from school because I fucked him so hard. I wanted this brat to call me up in the middle of the night, and beg me to come over to fuck him, to breed him, to destroy his little hole with all the force my cock can bring. I grabbed his arms and pulled them back, and shoved into him as hard as I could, jackhammering up into him, trying to rearrange his guts. He was just squealing now, a sound I knew well from when I made it and knew he was about to blow. “Take my fucking load,” I roared and began to shoot into him. “oh, oh, oh...I can feel it I can feeel your cock....oh god it's warmm.....” His cock began to shoot everywhere, his ass clamping down on my dick as he came. Cum flew all over the place, on Jack, in the carpet on his two friends standing in the doorway jerking off to him getting fucked. He started to cum harder realizing they had been watching, a moan of shame escaped his lips as he fell of my cock and onto the floor. Jack and them huddled around them, “Look up,” Jack ordered as he stroked his cock, “Look up at us.” Logan looked up and saw the three cocks being stroked above his head. “Close,” one of the guys said. “Same...” another cried out. “Here it comes...” Jack said, his hand a blur. Logan, on his knees, my cum dripping out his ass, opened his mouth and closed his eyes as his friend and older brother shot their loads all over him. He moaned as the warm splashes fell onto his face, his tongue, everywhere. We had just witnessed the birth of a jock pussy in all it's glory.

three hot slams! Need more AIDS

Its a very unique feeling. When a raw cock enters your hole, it pushes its way into a tiny cavity that isnt meant to accommodate such a thing n such a manner anatomically. It stretches you out. It creates a path for itself inside you. It makes your hole and your whole body spasm. It is essentially intoxicating. Think a preorgasmic stage which just lasts as long as this man, who has total control over your body with his fuck stick inside you, needs to achieve his goal of emptying his superior self into you. Its the most vulnerable you can feel and the most powerful you feel in that vulnerability when you make this man lose all control and empty himself into you. I dont know how else to describe it...

I definitely love cruising in the park or in the mountains, as opposed to baths or saunas. Here in my country there are many wooded areas and many parks after 7pm there is no one. This is fertile ground for quick sex or even group blowjobs. The only risk is crime and that is an additional degree of danger to the risk added by the police or achieving AIDS. Thanks to sex in the park I discovered the Bareback. (I leave a photo of one of my blowjobs on the hill)

This is worse than tv! You bring us to the brink of something great and then leave us in the lurch! Very clever. Bring it on

CHAPTER 2 I tasted the gooey clear liquid seeping out of his piss slit knowing that more of it would soon be coating my inside and eventually delivering a full load of his cum. He stood steady and almost imperceptibly began fucking my face as I continued to lavish attention to his cut dick. I began playing with his balls which now had dropped revealing that he had a bag that dropped real low allowing his almost egg-sized balls to drop low as well. I could only imagine them slapping my ass cheeks. I looked up at him just as he came out of what must have been a sucking trance and looked down at me. He reached down. I disengaged my mouth from his dick and rose. We kissed deeply once more. He pulled away and led me to some sort of a long pipe attached to the wall. I grabbed the pipe, moved backwards as I bent over, and finally stopped when Phil put his hand on my ass. My dick was leaking like a sieve and about three quarters hard. Phil knelt behind me pulling my cheeks wide. He drove his tongue in deep lavishing the area with his spit. He did this for several seconds and then began licking all around my hole. He stood quickly, put the head of his dick at my hole causing me to reposition myself for his access, and then proceeded to push himself inside me. It was very slow going as there wasn’t all that much lube and it gave me a good tingling of hurt and pain but there was no way I was going to stop him. I’m not sure he would have stopped anyway. “I’ve got some lube in my shorts if you want to use it. I’d prefer to try without but it’s an option,” I offered. “No way am I going to use synthetic. Nature’s own is best: Spit for the first time, and cum after that,” he replied. Phil pushed harder as I braced myself more and pushed back. His hands pulled my hips toward him as he pushed more and more with his dick. The erotic pain being shot through my body from this almost nothing lubed slide in was wonderful. He was stretching my inside nicely. I could actually feel that upward curved dick of his sliding further and further into me using only spit and whatever fluid I had in my ass. I was feeling every inch of my inside being spread wide open to accept him. His pubic hair began mashing down on my ass and was finally totally flattened when his dick could no longer make any forward movement. He was now in me all the way and the best was yet to come. “Oh, fuck, yeah! ASS! This is what I’ve needed all day LONG! Your ass and my dick are going to have a great time together, Bill,” Phil said and chuckled. He had no sooner finished his words than he began pulling out but only to the point of his head being inside me. Then, WHAM! Back inside he went and faster than the speed of light. I was jolted. Never, but never had a man hit my ass like that. Yes, sharp but quick shot of pain raced through me. WHAM! Another jolt. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! If this was just a warm up, I now began to wonder what the finale would be like. Soreness spread throughout my gut as this thick dick repeatedly spread open wide my intestine in less than a nanosecond. My prostate began feeling as if it had been turned into a punching bag. Stars raged in front of me. Screams of exotic agony welled up in my throat cut off by my own deeper determination to withstand this onslaught of delightful agonizing pain coursing throughout my entire body ending in my brain where the sounds remain muted but heard within. I was entering a euphoric haze and loving it. Phil began to hammer my ass true to his word. He most definitely enjoyed hard deep fucking and wasn’t afraid of giving it to me. I was just as adamant that I was going to take whatever kind of fucking he dished out. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! He continued to fuck me as I kept making small adjustments in my stance to keep from being knocked off my feet or into the wall. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! The man was relentless in his pursuit of ass to fuck. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! “OH, FUCKING DAMN!” WHAM! And, with that final thrust of his dick fully into my ass, I heard him begin to pant and felt his hands pulling my hips hard into his body putting a death-like grip holding me to him. I felt his cock swell up and spit out round after round of his cum load. I knew his dick was filling me deeply with his cum. I was in pig heaven. I felt his dick slowing in its spitting as it also slowly began deflating. I stayed bent over holding the pipe. Phil leaned over me putting his hands on mine. “Damn, that was good and just what I needed. How you doing?” “I’m okay. Not hurt, so, good to go,” I said. “It’s going to be awhile before I can go again. But, if you’re willing to wait, I can give you another load,” Phil offered. “I have nowhere to be any time soon. You sure this is okay like this here?” I asked. “Real safe. I’ve been using it for years. You know, too bad we don’t have a tv and some porn to watch. That would get me up a lot faster. Seeing guys fucking always is a turn on. You like porn?” Phil asked. Phil wrapped his arms around my chest pulling me upwards but left his dick in my ass. He bent his lips down to my ear and began to lick and nibble on it. “What pervert doesn’t like porn? Yeah, watching some would be hot. Maybe next time we can sneak a tv and DVD player in here for you to watch some while we fuck. Well, that is if you want to fuck me some other time,” I replied. “I’ll fuck you anytime you’ll let me. We’re a match; you know how to take my kind of fucking. You ever do two guys at once? You know, three-way?” Phil almost whispered into my ear as he continued to nibble and lick and now lightly biting my neck. “I’m a pervert for real. I’ve been in three-ways, four-ways, and more ways. I’m a sex addict. I don’t care what man it is or what his dick looks like as long as he will fuck me and shoot his load of cum in my ass. I’m a voyeur and an exhibitionist, too,” I stated. Phil now reached way down and began licking up my neck and behind my ear to the top of it then back down until he slowly pushed his tongue into my ear as far as possible. Oh, damn! That just so turns me on! Phil slowly withdrew his tongue from my ear and whispered, “Well, since we don’t have a tv for porn and you like more than one guy at a time, what if an opportunity came up now to take on a couple more guys? You think you’d be up to that?” I came to my senses and double thought about what Phil had just said. I realized that was why he had separated from me on entering the building. But who were these other guys? I didn’t know them. When and how had he contacted them? Was this a set up after all? I had only seconds to weigh these words. “Well, I suppose the next option is that you’ll tell me we’re being videotaped,” I said. Phil laughed. “Well, no. But maybe if you want to next time we can do that.” “I suppose your question about a couple of more guys was more than just rhetorical. And, that they are on their way here as you were fucking me,” I said. It was Phil’s turn now for a slow response. “Well, yeah, it was more than rhetorical. And, they are already here. They were upstairs and should be outside in the hall waiting for your answer.” This nice-looking hot man had the gall to think he could give me a hard fucking which I would thoroughly enjoy especially since I would get his cum load and that he could invite a couple of guys he knew to join in. I knew he and I had never fucked before so it wasn’t like he knew me. Damn. Three men with one giving an INCREDIBLE fuck. “Well, since you showed me this safe place and gave me one helluva fucking and cum load, and you were at least considerate enough to ask before they actually joined us, how could I turn down two more dicks to ride,” I said with renewed interest and excitement at the prospect. With that, Phil slowly licked my ear again, “You fucking won’t regret it. I promise. If you hold up, you’ll get fucked at least twice by each of us. Just think about another fuck with me. All that hard ass slamming. You really like that, don’t you?” I shook my head yes.

One thing this site has taught me is that there’s someone for everyone, and age isn’t necessarily a determining factor when it comes to how much sex you’re getting. Mainstream gay culture will have you believe that getting sex isn’t that easy unless you’re a twink bottom aged 18-23, or a hung muscular top aged 25-32. Real life just isn’t like that. I’m a bottom approaching my half century, and get more sex now than I ever did in my 20’s and 30’s (or at least I did, till COVID showed up).

I was so looking forward for Pig Week as it would be my first time and I’m not on PrEP

Chapter 5: Dibs on Dad's Ass (Sorry, this is a short chapter as it is kind of a wrap up for the end of chapter 4) Matt and I lay on our backs, still connected by the rubber monster-cock double header, Jason still impaled on his brothers massive dick. All three of us slick with sweat and chempiss and breathing heavily as Matt started to slowly gyrate his hips again, using his ass to fuck me while his thick cock began to slowly move in and out of Jason's hot ass again. It doesn't take long for him to pick up his pace as he puts a hand on each of Jason's hips as he begins to thrust harder and bounce his older “little” brother off hips, and while I am fucking LOVING the sight, my eyes keep rolling back in my head as the dildo I am sharing with Matt is REALLY grinding against my prostate. “FUCK YES, FUCK ME BRO” Jason yells as he raises on arm and does an impression of riding an electric bull. Loud wet sounds of skin slapping skin echo in the room as Jason bounces back to meet Matt's thrusts into his slick wet hole. Small amounts of Matt's piss leak out when he pulls back and it splashes over the rest of us as he drives back into Jason's eager man-cunt. The smells of our wet sex filling the air only adding to the buzz from all the chems my boys have fucked into me. I am swimming in sensation overload as Matt grunts, “god damn, I'm getting close bro... Hop off, I wanna bust in Dad” Jason's face flashed a wicked smile as he slowly stood up, His brothers hard cock slowly inching out of his hole until it came out with a wet plop and slapped against Matt's washboard abs and the remaining chempiss poured out over the two of us still on our backs. As the hot wet torrent let up, he finished standing, and turned around, squatting over my face and eager tongue. Jason's ass was fully gaped, the red and swollen lips futility trying to close as I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him down to my eager mouth. I was eagerly eating his Jason's hole as Matt pulled away from me. No idea who the dildo came out of first or last, but I was only just feeling the “cool” air breezing into my gaping fuck hole before I felt my youngest son's massive cock head pressing against my hole. Fortunately both it and I were still fully lubed as Matt quickly drove his dick into me. He only paused to enjoy the warmth for a second before he began to fuck me with a pace similar to what he had been using on Jason. I tried to let out loud moans of Ecstasy, but I was fully muffled by Jason's perfect muscle ass straddling my face. “AW FUCK YEAH, breed him bro!” Jason yelled as he held my legs up to make it easier for his Matt to plow into me at full force. The room filled with a mix of grunts, squishing, sloshing, and slapping sounds as Matt jackhammered into me. Any pretense of “form” was missing as he was gripping onto me and thrusting with animalistic need as his guttural breathing picked up to a crescendo which he punctuated with primal scream before he collapsed forward against me face planting against his brothers crotch as his entire body seized and convulsed with each volley of toxic cum that his massive cock spit into the torn and stretched deep inner walls of my anal cavity. As Matt's breathing returned to normal, he softly said, “I love pozzing your hole dad” before pulling his somewhat deflated but still half hard cock from my abused ass. The air rushing into the vacancy his cock left in me causing me to let out a longing whimper into Jason's rock hard ass, before Jason jokingly said “Dibs on Dad's ass!” as he stood up, allowing me to begin to catch my ass for a second, before Jason grabbed one of my arms and legs and proceeded to flip me like a pancake (I love how strong he is) before driving his rock hard cock balls deep in a single thrust. “Damn Matt, you destroyed this hole, see if Dad has any normal guy dick sized dildos” Jason said as he ling dicked my hole...”Duffel bag under the coffee table” I blurt out between whimpering pleas to “please fuck me son” Matt quickly leaves and comes back carrying his phone and my literal bag of dicks. He digs around in the bag quickly before handing a 8x6 dildo with balls to his brother as he sits on the edge of the bed and begins mindlessly worshiping the screen of his phone. Jason takes the dildo from his brother and pulls out of me far enough the he is able to get it between us and press it against my hole. “OK, fuck that's a lot” I say as I wince because he pushes the toy into me alongside his already thick cock, “Yeah it is” Jason happily says, as he begins to push both his and the fake dick into me. The sensation overload sending me flying as Jason slowly double fucks his brothers highly toxic load into my torn up hole.. “You called dibs, and here you are riding shotgun” Matt laughed as he continued fingering his screen Matt's comment was lost on Jason and I as we were lost in the sensation of him slowly double fucking me, the moisture coating us both lubing him up as his rippling muscles slid against my soft flesh. The two of us moving in blind unison as waves of blinding pleasure washed over me. “Damn” Matt eventually exclaimed, breaking the pig trance Jason and I found ourselves in. “I gotta gotta go make some deliveries” Matt said while fumbling with his phone. “I'll be back tonight” Matt said before leaning in to plant a deep sensual kiss on his brother Jason. “Make sure dad eats and drinks something that didn't come out of you, and don't fully destroy Dad's pussy until I get back” he said as he gave Jason's ass a loud slap. “Love you dad” Matt said before giving me a quick kiss and beginning to get dressed, still wet with sweat and our pig sex. “Just you and me for a while” Jason said as he resumed slowly double fucking me, and followed up with the command“Look at me and Open you mouth” I did as he ordered, twisted partly to my side which allowed me to look up into his devious smile as he cleared his throat, let lose a cough, and proceeded to let a thick loogie begin to drip out of his puckered lips, slowly lowering down into my open pig mouth... clearly at this point, I was down for whatever my boys wanted if it meant more of their dicks in me. His pace slowed as he leaned in and held my head back so he could begin kissing me. The mix of flavors and feelings causing us both to moan as he continued slowly fucking his brothers Poz+ cum out of my ass and into the mix of sweat and chempiss that had soaked my bed below us. He broke our kiss and began pinching my nipple “We are gonna have a lot of fun, I fucking love you Dad” We heard the front door slam, letting us know that Matt had left as Jason said “mmmm, All mine now” Jason said as he pushed my face down into the wet mattress “I am gonna FUCKING FILL this pussy!” Jason said as he began thrusting with purpose. “Aw fuck yeah Jason, breed my ass with your poz cum” I yelled “fucking knock up your old man” “FUUUUCK YES” Jason yelled as he began full on hate fucking my ass. Loudly slapping an ass cheek in between every few lunges before he began letting out guttural yells to punctuate each thrust. “Take it slut! FUCK, I Love you dad!!!” he cried out before pouncing forward and wrapping me in his arms, pulling me tight against him in a bear hug to meet his abrupt strokes as he empties shot after shot of his toxic venom in to mix with the remnants of his little brothers load. “Now, how are we gonna spend our day” he said as he pulled my head back to resume kissing me as I let out a long moan of satisfaction.

Part 2 I woke up the next morning with the visions of last night still burned into my mind. I really didn't know what to think. So......Colt was gay. THAT part really didn't bother me much. I mean, it IS Texas. It's really conservative, and queers are not totally accepted.....BUT....not everyone is so closed minded. And we had been so close for so long that I couldn't just turn my back on him. I loved the dude. But the rest of it? The rough, brutal sex, the drugs, broadcasting it on the internet? That's what I had trouble accepting. If Colt wanted to have a nice boyfriend, that was one thing, but everything else he was doing? I didn't know how I felt about it. It was pretty fucked up. But as I layed in bed and absentmindedly stroked my cock, I kept seeing Colt taking that big, black cock up his ass. I didn't want to, I was trying to think of pussy, but Colt kept creeping back in. And I didn't understand why thinking about it got my cock so hard. I wasn't gay! Other than jerking off with my best friend, I never thought about cock. But for some reason, I kept seeing it going up Colt's ass. I quickly jerked myself off so I could get on with my day, but I still thought about it all day long. And all the next day too. Monday at school, I was the one avoiding Colt. I just couldn't face him yet. Not after all I had seen. It was Thursday before Colt approached me. "Hey Austin." He said, coming up to my locker after last period. And yes, my name is Austin, Austin Allen Collins, and I live in Texas. You might think I was named after the city, but you would be wrong. I was actually named after Stone Cold Steve Austin, my dad's favourite wrestler. But any way, Colt approached my locker. "Austin," he said again, "I know I've been kind of an asshole lately." "You don't say." I replied. If he was about to apologize, I wasn't going to make it easy for him. "Yea, look dude, I'm sorry, I really am. I've been going through some shit and I guess I just needed some space." "So, you just push me aside? Is that what best friends do? We've always told each other everything, so what's changed, dickhead?" I prodded him. I didn't expect him to fess up to anything, especially not here at school, and frankly, I didn't know if he would ever fess up. But over the last couple of days I had done a lot of thinking, and had decided I would try to be here for him, if he wanted it. "Look man, I'm sorry. I really am and I want to make it up to you. I got some killer weed and I'm free all weekend. Come on, we had a great time on your birthday." "Yea, then you turned back into an asshole. What's up with that?" "Come on bro.....I'm sorry! I have been a total dick and I know it. But we're brothers! Please forgive me. Come on, we'll get some beer and have a great weekend. My parents will be gone again!" I looked at his face and he really did seem to be sorry. But knowing what I knew about him, and that he was obviously really struggling with some heavy shit, I gave in. "All right asshole." I said. "Just me and you, all weekend. And you better get some good beer, not some piss water shit!" "I promise!" He smiled. "It's going to be a great best bro weekend!" I just shook my head as he walked away. Maybe he was planning to come clean this weekend. I actually hoped for his sake he would. That's a big fucking secret he's hiding. Friday night found us at his house as promised. He had a case of beer and a fat sack of weed. We hit the bong, then hit the video games. After a couple hours, several beers, and a lot of weed, things started to feel back to normal again. We were both just sitting there in our boxers and feeling good. Colt's fly gaped open and I could see his big, soft cock nestled against his large balls. It made me think of him shooting off as his ass got plowed. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't stop. Throughout the night, Colt kept getting text messages. He would quickly respond to them, then pretend nothing had happened. He also got a couple of phone calls. "Aren't you going to answer that?" I asked him as his ringtone played the Toby Keith classic 'Beer for my horses.' "Naw. Voicemail can get it. This weekend is all about me and you, bro." He said as he grabbed my knee and gave it a squeeze. We kept on playing video games for a while, and I knew he wasn't going to bring it up, so I tried. "So what's been going on dude?" I asked. "What's this shit you've been going through?" Colt looked uncomfortable. "I'm not ready to talk about it yet." "Why not?" I asked. "Remember we tell each other everything. We've been jerking off together for years, what do we have to hide?" Colt just chugged on his beer. "I can't just yet. But I will, I promise." I let it drop. I figured he would tell me soon enough, so we continued with drinking, smoking, and gaming. Pretty soon it was 2 am and we were drunk and high and decided to hit the hay. As we lay on his bed, we both just stared at the ceiling. Now that we didn't have video games in front of us, the images of last weekend filled up my head. It was tearing me up inside and I couldn't control myself any longer. I ended up blurting out, "I know." Colt was silent for a moment before asking, "You know what?" "I know your secret dude!" I could hear Colt taking deep breaths in the dead silence. Finally he asked, "What secret is that?" God damn him! I was over the games and the lies and was determined to drag the truth out of him. I rolled over on my side and faced him. "I saw you. Last weekend." Colt rolled on his side with his back toward me. I continued, "I was tired of your bullshit so I went over to your house, and I saw, through the window." More tense silence followed as Colt processed what I had said. Finally he whispered, "You don't hate me?" My heart hurt that Colt actually thought I could hate him. "No dude, I don't hate you. I'm here right now, aren't I?" Colt rolled to face me. "I wanted to tell you a long time ago, but I didn't know how to bring it up. The thought of losing you scared me more than anything." "Dude," I said, looking him right in his eyes, "We're family. And you don't turn your back on family. No matter what." Colt just smiled at me, a look of relief on his face. "I mean, if you want to be gay, be gay. I don't give a fuck. I got your back bro. But all that other shit? What's that about? Do you really like that?" Colt was silent for a moment, averting his eyes from me before he replied, "Yea Austin, I do. I mean, I really, really do. I kind of always have. I used to check out all kinds of crazy shit online, and I always thought it was hot. Then I started chatting with Dante and Carlos, and when I turned 18, I met up with them and things just progressed. You think I'm a sick fuck, don't you?" I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling again. "I don't know what to think, man. I'm trying to be cool with all this. So what was up with the camera? Why did they say people had paid to see this?" "Well," he began, "Dante and Carlos have this internet business, and people from all over the world pay to watch these shows. 50 bucks a pop. And they're good guys. They split the money with me. Last weekend I made a thousand bucks." "A thousand bucks?" I asked incredulously as I turned back to him. "Yea, I'm their most popular guy right now. I bring in a HUGE audience." I was still trying to wrap my head around everything. "But, doesn't that kind of make you a whore?" I asked. "I don't really think about it like that." He replied. "I mean, I'm going to be having sex anyway, so why not make some money from it?" I remained silent as I pondered this. Colt just continued to look at me while he waited for the next question. "So, what about the drugs, dude?" I continued. "What was that shit you were smoking? And what was that brown bottle?" "Well, that brown bottle was poppers. They help you to relax. And the other stuff was Tina, or meth." I shot up on my elbows and looked down on him. "Meth? Are you fucking crazy?" "Relax man." He said. "It's not as bad as you think. Once in a while it's ok. You just have to control yourself. Look at me, I've been doing it for a couple of months now, do I look like I'm addicted?" I had to admit, he did look perfectly normal. "But, you were so fucked up that night." I said. "Yea I was." He laughed. "And I felt great! T is amazing shit! It's like a hundred times better than weed. It makes you feel so good, and it makes sex incredible!" He opened up his nightstand and pulled out a pipe and a baggie. "You wanna try some?" "What the fuck?" I asked, shocked. "You got that shit right here?" "Yea, come on. Give it a little try. It'll make you feel so good." I stared at the pipe in his hand before shaking my head. "I don't know man...." "Come on. It won't hurt you, I promise! You're my brother and I love ya, would I steer you wrong? Just give it a little try. It's awesome!" "Fine." I conceded. "I'll try it just this once to shut you up!" Colt's face lit up and his eyes sparkled as he started loading the pipe with the crystals. "Fuckin A dude! You're gonna love this!" He handed me the pipe and lit the small torch, melting the shards as he rolled the pipe. "Now," he said, "Put the pipe up to your lips and when the bowl fills with white smoke, inhale and hold it." I did as instructed, inhaling deep. It had kind of a weird taste to it, but wasn't too bad. Then I exhaled, and a large white cloud filled the air. "Now, take another one." Instructed Colt as he looked at me with a big smile on his face. I inhaled another big hit, and I started to feel warm and tingly as a rush went through my body. Colt took the pipe and inhaled a couple of big hits himself before asking me, "How do you feel?" "Warm and tingly." I replied, giggling a bit. "Good, now take a couple more." I took 2 more hits and my body started to feel like it was on fire. It was like I could feel every nerve in my body, and every nerve was telling me I was super horny. Colt took 2 more hits and handed me back the pipe. I took one more hit and the pipe was empty, which made me feel sad. Colt could see the disappointment on my face. "Don't worry buddy, I got plenty more." He said as he reloaded. "We're gonna get you feeling REAL good." I giggled a little more as he handed me the pipe, and I took 2 more hits. By now, I felt like I was floating and was kinda dizzy, but felt more alive than I ever had before. And hornier. "I got an idea. Instead of wasting smoke when we exhale, let's do a shotgun." He suggested. "What's that?" I asked. "When I take a hit, instead of just exhaling it, I put my mouth over yours and you breath in the smoke as I let it out. That way, we both benefit from the hit." I looked at him through my high state and giggled some more. "Sure, why not? I've done this much. Bring it on bro!" Colt hit the pipe and then slowly moved his face toward mine. My heart was pounding in my chest as he gently placed his lips against mine. I thought it would gross me out having another dudes lips on mine, but it didn't. Colt's lips were soft like a girls. I opened my mouth a little bit, and Cole started exhaling into me. I inhaled and felt his hot breath as it filled up my lungs, causing my cock to stir. He pulled away and looked deep into my eyes as I exhaled the smoke that had been in his body. "Your turn." He said, putting the pipe up to my lips. I took a big hit and leaned into him. When our lips touched again I felt a bolt of electricity jolt through my body. We opened our mouths and as I started exhaling, I felt his tongue enter my mouth. Instead of freaking out, I found myself responding to him. My own tongue inched forward until it was touching his. Gently, at first, our tongues rubbed over each others, but soon, I had melted into him and our kissing became stronger and more passionate. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him as our mouths tried to devour each other. It was weird at first, his hands on my body. These weren't soft, small girl hands. These were large, strong, rough man hands that were pulling my body against his, our bare chests rubbing against each other. He rolled me on my back and placed his larger body on top of me, our hard cocks pressing into each others rock hard stomachs. His rough hands explored my body, feeling like fire everywhere he touched me as his tongue raped my mouth. I ran my hands over his back, his strong, muscular back, relishing in the feeling of touching another man for the first time. I felt his powerful arms and grabbed his rock hard bubble butt as I moaned like a whore. After furiously making out for what seemed like an eternity, Colt pulled off me and looked down at my face, brushing my sweaty hair off my forehead. "You're so beautiful." He said. Now the straight guy in me should have been bothered by that, I suppose, but I think he was gone at this point. "So are you." I replied, looking deep into his eyes. Colt just started kissing my neck and chest before he planted one of his sexy lips on my nipple. He started sucking and nibbling on it, causing my cock to twitch as I gasped and moaned. He worked his magic on my nips before kissing his way down my stomach. He grabbed my 9 1/2 inch cock in his big hand and I gasped again at this new sensation. It felt so different than when a girl grabbed it. So much better. He licked the precum off the head before placing it in his mouth. He sucked on the knob as I squirmed before he slowly sank down on it, taking the entire thing down his throat. Holy shit! No bitch had EVER taken more than half my cock, and my best friend swallowed it with no problem! I groaned as I felt his throat muscles massage my shaft. Colt slid up and down my cock taking it to the root each and every time. He pulled off and grabbed some lube from the nightstand. Lubing up his finger, he started to insert into my ass. Now, I really should have stopped him at this point, but I was so high and so horned up, and everything up to now felt so amazing that I didn't even try to stop him. Colt slid his finger into me until I felt a jolt go through my body and my cock jumped. "Feel that baby?" He asked. "That's your prostate, and it makes you feel super good! Now just relax and let your bro show you how good it feels!" Colt stuck a second finger into me and started really rubbing it. I involuntarily spread my legs apart to give him better access. My cock felt like it was having one long, slow orgasm. "Oh yea baby." He moaned. "Look at all that precum! Your cock is like a river!" I looked down, and my stomach was covered with a big pool of it. Colt just leaned over and lapped it up like a puppy. Then he went back to sucking my cock. He added a third finger into my hole, and buried them as he worked my prostate. Soon, my whole body was shaking and I cried out as I exploded into the most intense orgasm I had ever had! Colt buried my cock in his throat as the first couple of jets shot off. Then he pulled back and took the rest of my cum into his mouth. After I stopped shaking and had given him the last of my load, he crawled up to my head and placed his mouth on mine. As I opened my mouth, Colt released the cum he was holding. We kissed as we rubbed my cum over each others tongue. Colt pulled off and loaded another pipe. "This one is all for you baby." He said, handing it to me. I didn't question him as I hit the pipe. He licked his finger and stuck it in the baggie, giving it a light covering of powder. "Now, this is going to burn a little bit." He said. "Just trust me baby, it'll pass." He stuck his finger in me as I took the fourth hit on the pipe, emptying it. I hissed as my ass burned while Colt finger fucked me. But he was right, it passed and was replaced by a new hunger. Colt made out with me as he lubed up his huge cock. "I want to take your virginity baby." He cooed in my ear. "Would you like that? Would you like your brother to take it? To be the first man inside you? Come on. Tell me you want it." "I do Colt!" I moaned. "I want it so bad! I want to feel you inside me!" "Good boy. That's what I want hear. Now, hit this." He said, handing me a brown bottle. "You're gonna need this!" I hit the bottle like I had seen him do before, and a new warmth rushed through my body, relaxing me. Colt climbed between my legs and lifted them up. "Now, when I start pushing in, you push out like you're taking a shit, got it?" I nodded. Then Colt started. He pushed against my butthole and I pushed back. I could feel my hole stretching and burning until it got to be too much. "Stop, please!" I begged him. "It's too big!" "Shhhh, I have faith in you." He said as he handed me the bottle again. "Take a few more hits." I hit the bottle a few more times as Colt kissed my neck. I could feel my asshole relax a bit as Colt started pushing again. I pushed back and Colt gave a sharp jab with his hips. His head popped past my anal ring and I let out a scream. Colt just covered my mouth. "Shhhhh baby. You did it. I'm inside of you. I'm so proud of you! Just relax and hit this some more." I hit the bottle a few more times and the pain subsided a bit. "Ok baby, ready?" He asked. "Cause here it comes. Now look at me. I want to see your eyes as I take you!" I looked at him through my tear stained eyes as he slowly started pushing into me. My insides felt like they were being ripped in two as his massive log sank into me inch by inch. I whimpered as he went deeper and deeper until eventually he had all 10 inches buried in me. "Oh baby, oh yeah! You did it!" He congratulated me as he kissed my neck. "You took all of me! I'm so proud of you. You got all of your brothers big fat cock buried in you!" He held it still for a while as my body adjusted to it. Then, he started to slowly fuck me. Just a little bit at first. Then gradually more and more. "Oh yea. Open up that pussy for me! Give me that hole! Give up that hole to your brother! Oh yea, you're loosening up baby, I can feel it. I'm gonna start really fucking you now!" And he did. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on tight as he started pounding me. The pain had passed and all I felt was immense pleasure. "Oh god Colt. Oh yea, fuck me man! Oh God you feel so good inside me!" "Oh baby, I've wanted this for so long. I love you so much Austin!" We started kissing again as he pounded my no longer virgin hole. He rode me hard for a solid 5 minutes before he started panting. "Oh god I'm gonna cum baby. Are you ready? Are you ready for your first big load of man cum in your pussy?" "Fuck yea bro, do it! Give it to me! Cum in me Colt! I love you too!" Colt squeezed me tight into his big, muscular body as he let out a roar and pumped me full of his seed. My cock shot off again between our rock hard stomachs as I was filled up with his cum.

I have been submitting lots of ads seeking doms to come by and turn me from a bi kinky shy dad into a slutwhore by being held down and forced to take some thing like weed, coke, or others but without much success. Recently 'tho, I met up with someone who replied to my ad than really blew my mind away. We arranged to meet at my house while my wife and kids were away. Further I was to be dressed only in white g-string and white socks. George came by and we sat down and chatted. We had already agreed that he could force me to take some Tina and than seduce me. As we chatted, he took out his glass pipe and prepared some crystals in the bowl. When he leaned over to kiss me, I resisted and tried to move away. This got him angry and he forcibly kissed me pushing my mouth open and invading my mouth with his tongue. He then lit his glass pipe, took a deep hit, bent over me and kissed me hard as he forced the contents of the glass pipe in me. He took another hit and did the same. He then held me down, pinched my nose as he held the glass pipe directly in my mouth and waited for me to gasp for breath and inhale deeply through the glass pipe. Once he sensed I was feeling the effects of the Tina, he started caressing my nipples, teasing them, before licking and sucking them. My nipples have always been really sensitive but they have never felt so sensitive before. I was writhing with desire as he started caressing me as he continued to lick and suck on my tits. I almost fainted with desire when he started to tease my ass with his finger. I was trying to wriggle my ass so his fingers could work its way in me. All this time he kept asking me if I was ready to be his crystal whore. By this time I was so turned on I was pushing my ass against his fingers as he started inserting first one, then two until finally he had all four fingers in me. I was begging for him to fuck me. He told me to go on all fours and then started to fuck me, doggy style. As he rode me, he kept playing with my nipples. I was feeling so good that I was begging for him to fuck me harder and deeper and make me his whore. He then laid down on his back with his cock standing up. I was so horny by now that straddled him and sat on his cock as I fucked myself on him. As I worked my ass on his cock, I leaned forward so he could suck on my nipples as I fucked him. Oooh, the feeling was just fantastic. I was feeling so horny and turned on. I was now such a slut I was begging for him to make me his whore. He then pulled out and made me suck his cock that had been in my ass which love doing so much I have never been such a nasty whore before for a gay guy, but I just sucked his gorgeous cock without a second thought even though it has just been in my ass. He rammed his cock in until I gagged, but he kept at it, telling me he was gonna make sure I learned how to deep-throat his cock. I was starting to have regrets as the Tina wore out. He than had me lay on my back and as he fucked me with my legs high over his shoulders, he took another hit and lean over and kissed me and exhaled into me. This time I gladly sucked in all I could. He repeated this about five times before sitting me up and making me take a couple more hits directly from the glass pipe. I was feeling so horny from the Tina I was begging for him to fuck me and cum in my pussy ass. I've never been fucked so hard and so long and felt so horny when he licked and sucked my tits. We kept at it for at least four hours. I only wished there were more guys using me 'cause I was so turned on I would have been willing to be gang banged. He finally came in my ass and forced his cock in my mouth. I have never enjoyed the taste of cum, but was so turned on I gladly sucked it all in and had him rub it all over my face. I was no longer put off by the taste of cum, but reveled in it. When he finally stopped fucking me, he told me that the next time, he would blindfold me, and turn me into his whore, adding that he would have a few guys use me at the same time. I can't wait!

Dad’s Basement Part One OFF LIMITS !!!! That’s how it always was, no one had access to the basement except Dad. Growing up I used to imagine that he was a mad scientist and it was his laboratory where he conducted hair raising experiments. As I got older, my thoughts changed - was it his private gym - he was built, but I knew he went to a gym early in the morning - hell I even went with him quite a few times. My mind always wondered, but I never had the chance to go down —— until now. Here it was my eighteenth birthday, I was home alone, which was the norm since Mom ran off with some man she met on the internet when I was starting my teen years and has not been heard from since. It was when I was heading to the kitchen to get my breakfast, that I saw it. The basement door was open, not wide open, but just enough to know someone could go down there. Stomach be damned, my curiosity was strong than my hunger at this point. I had to see what was down there. “Dad, are you home?” I yelled. No response. I made my way to the laundry room, which accessed the garage and saw that his truck was gone. My stomach groaned - not from hunger, but nerves. I made my way through the house, looking for my Dad. I wanted to make sure I was home alone. I was still scared of getting caught in the “forbidden basement.” He was no where to be found in the house, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t hiding some where. Fuck I can’t believe I would think that my own Dad would set me up. I had to make sure. Grabbing my cell, I dialed Dad’s number, he quickly answered after one ring, was he waiting for this call. Was this a set up? “Morning Squirt, what’s up?” he said. Squirt - the nickname he knew I hated, yet called me that when it was just the two of us. “Dad, do you want me to do the yard today?” I asked “It’s your birthday and you want to do yard work? We can do it this weekend, together. Any more silly questions or can I get back to my work so I can be home on time?” he replied. “Yeah, are you coming home early or what, like you said it is my birthday.” “Right now, Squirt, it looks like normal time. Got any other pressing questions?” “Nah, I’m good” I replied. "Bye, Dad.” I hung up and quickly made my way to the basement door. In my mind I expected it to be closed and locked, thinking it was all a trick of my mind. Without knowing it I held my breathe as I made my way to the door, only to slowly release it seeing that the door was still a jar. Nervously, I slowly pushed the door open, exposing the darkened stairs which lead to the mysterious basement below. I squinted my eyes to see if I could see anything in the darkness below. Nothing! That first step was the hardest, I had always known I was not allowed down here, but with finding the door opened I could not help but break the rule. I felt the way to see if I could find a switch to illuminate the mystery, nothing. Another what the fuck? I slowly descended the stairs until I was at the bottom. The nerves in my stomach were twitching so bad that I thought I was going to throw up. I was frozen to the floor, as my hands explored the walls, searching for a light switch. It wasn't long until I found one. I closed my eyes and flipped it, as I thought “let there be light.” At that moment, I wondered if this is really what I wanted. Did I want to know my Dad’s secret? I slowly opened my eyes, finding the room flooded with a red light. The walls were darkly painted and if I were to guess they were black. There was symbols painted on they walls with phrases under them. The one that was the biggest and stood out the most was a circle like symbol, that I had seen somewhere before, but did not know where, and had the phrase under it that said “TOXIC FOR LIFE” Else where there were sayings like “no load refused,” “Seed belongs in holes,” and “gifting is the way” - and more. I didn’t under stand. I slowly moved inwards, noticing a leather pad hanging from chains in one corner, two padded “saw horses” in the middle of the room. What the fuck is this place, I thought. It’s not a gym, because I have never seen equipment like this. As I made my way back, I saw that tucked under the stairs was an open shower area, with white tiles and three heads and two drains. I still didn’t understand. I passed out of that room and into another. The room was painted just like the other, with more phrases. The only different was the symbol, this time there was a huge scorpion on the wall, freaky as shit and ugly as hell. Under the big scorpion was shelves with little brown bottles on them, as well as what looked like plastic bottles filled with a clear liquid. I racked my mind trying to figure out what this shit was and what it was used for. From where I was standing there was a darkened opening to my left and one to my right, leading off to who knows where and what. Being adventurous, I went to the left, it was dark inside so I felt my way. I bumped into the a wall in front of me, but felt an opening to my right, so I turned and continued. I bumped and turned many times again. Shit this was some kind of maze. I panicked, I tried to remember which way I turned and went. What if I get trapped in here and Dad finds me here. I turned and moved, finding relief when I found the opening to get out. I have to be more careful. I discovered nothing with that adventure, so I decided to head to the other opening I went across the room and into through the other opening to find a wall blocking me, but with openings on the left and right. I went left only to find that this lead me to a room with another wall that went completely across the room. I walked to my right keeping a distance from the new wall with my hand on the wall that I first came to. I saw that there was three holes in the wall, which allowed light to come through. I gathered my courage and crossed the room to the middle hole, to discover that the hole came up to about my crotch. I slowly squatted down and looked through the hole - only to see the outside door to the left, which was letting in the light from out side through the frosted windows. I didn’t understand any of this. I went back out and look around the big room again, I failed to notice more shelves holding more brown bottles and plastic squeeze bottles. In each corner was a TV, hung high near the ceiling. As I got back to the stairs, I realized there was another opening on the wall with the light switch. It was still dark inside, so I reached around inside trying to find the new room’s light switch. A musty smell invaded my nostrils, rousing my curiosity, as well as my cock. Why was I turned on by this smell. Moments later I found the switch and found this room was a locker room. The lockers formed a square in the center, yet none were on the outer walls. Entering I found why. There were hundreds of used jocks nailed to the wall with pictures under them. The jocks were stained, some a bright yellow, some creamy, some very dark yellow. I lifted one of the jocks to look at the picture. It was of a naked man who’s cock was hard as a rock, my guess the owner of the jock. I lifted the picture up, to find a name, date, and what looked like a code - numbers mixed with three letters in the middle. Looking around I could see that three walls were almost covered with jocks. The fourth was bare. At this point I wanted out of the basement. I had so many questions, yet I found that I didn’t want to seek the answers to them. Switching off the lights I made my way I back upstairs, climbed them and put the basement door like I found it. My mind was racing - what the fuck was that shit downstairs and what did it all mean. Confused, I wanted answers, but again I didn’t. Was I really suppose to see this? Did Dad make a mistake? I went to my room, grabbed my laptop, determined to find out what all this was, even if it took all day. I logged in and had an email from my Dad pop up on my desk top. It’s subject line was “BASEMENT” - I forgo my searching to read this. It read: Squirt, I left the basement open for you today. It is time you found out what the secret is. It was after your call that I knew you were going to head down there. So here is what I do down there. I SUCK DICK, GET MY DICK SUCKED, FUCK ASS AND GET MY ASS FUCKED. I can only put it bluntly. Yes, son I am a faggot, cocksucker, or if you want me to be pc - I am gay. I built the basement as a sex club for men like me. We get together as much as possible to have sex. There is a sling hanging from the ceiling, fuck benches, a maze with glory holes, and a glory hole wall to suck cock from people not in our “Club.” I have well stocked it will lube and poppers (you snort to get a rush - not drugs), the TV’s are for porn. I am sure you are wondering what are on the walls. Son, we are a Poz Fuck Club, each of the members is HIV positive and each man enjoys passing his strain to others. We do not let loads of cum go to waste - we swallow and we breed. The jocks and pictures are of men who had been converted by our club members. I know this may shock you, that your Dad is a toxic cock slut, but after discovering what you were watching on line, I thought it was time for you to know, learn and maybe join in (this part makes my cock hard) Don’t be embarrassed - I want you to be open about sex even with me. I will be open with you. We will talk more when I get home. Happy Birthday Son Love ya, Dad I read the email over and over. He knew what I watched on line. I was so scared that if he ever discovered my secret, it would either scare him or anger him, not turn him on. I needed to talk my mind off him and the basement until he got home. So I headed to the living room to watch movies until he got home.

Well, who else misses his gloryhole and the feeling of being used as a cumdump by anonymous guys

CHAPTER 1 A local university has a humanities building that I heard has a reputation for a certain rest room being “festive”. I found a map of the campus, located the building, and looked for parking. One of the saddest features about this university is that parking is at an extreme premium on all days at all times. Parking permits are required almost everywhere which required a little reconnoitering on my part. Luckily, I did find a handful of spaces not too far from the building for visitors. I entered the building walking around the first floor until I found a stairwell. I went up to the second floor. As I opened the door and stepped out into the hall, I glanced around and with great fortune had come out diagonally to the men’s room for which I was looking. I opened the door finding there was an inner door as well. I opened it and went in. I stood there momentarily glancing around to get my bearings. To the left were several lavatories and urinals in a room. To the right were several stalls. A couple of men were at urinals separated by the typical unused urinal between them. (Fearful heterosexuals no doubt.) I nonchalantly moved to the right. I noted that the first two stalls had feet in them and doors closed presumably locked. I moved down the line finding the remaining three stalls empty. I went in five, locked the door, unzipped my shorts, dropped them to my ankles, and took my seat. I had come prepared or at least as prepared as one can be for rest room sex. I was thoroughly cleaned out, had my bottle of lube, and had my balls strapped into my favorite leather strap pulling them down. Now, all that was missing was a pair of feet in a stall next to me. I heard the flushing of two urinals followed by water at lavatories. Paper towels dispensed, hands wiped dry, and departure of the two from the urinals. That left only stalls one and two now. As I sat there, I realized that my bladder was pressing a bit, so I drained a little into my bowl. I sat there thinking that maybe my good reference for this place had been sadly mistaken or that I had come at a decidedly off time. A few minutes more passed when I thought I heard shuffling feet. I strained to hear. Silence. More minutes passed. Then, I heard a definite sound of a metal latch. Immediately, I heard someone pull up pants and zipper, the commode was flushed, a latch unhooked, someone walking, and the inner door opening and closing, and finally the outer door opening and closing. I sat on my commode in silence. I looked down and surprisingly my dick was bobbing and leaking. What? Just hearing sounds in a public rest room that all indicated that men had completed their business? I smiled at my silly self. Then, I noticed that my last rest room companion was moving around. I tuned in. I thought I heard him quietly unlatching his door. I focused on listening but heard nothing until I heard the stall door next to me open and then close with the latch engaged. I noticed a shadow as it backed to the commode sitting down as a pair of shorts hit the floor mostly covering his feet which were in sneakers. We sat there together in silence. I knew we were both there for the same reason; he could only assume I was. Soon, I noticed his shorts bobbing as he began the foot stretching and movements of inquiring as to my intent. I returned the signal of bobbing my foot and scooting it closer to him. Now, there was no doubt as to the intent of either of us. It was now a matter of seeing if we were there for the same reason and for different roles. We sat there a bit more when suddenly a piece of paper was pushed part of the way under the wall. I took it. He asked what I was looking for? I put my hand under the stall and imitated writing. I was handed a pen. (How was I to know writing was going to be required?) I wrote back that I was looking to suck a dick and with luck to get fucked, too. Why lie or beat around the bush? I handed the pen and paper back. I got the note back as I heard my stall neighbor begin to dress. I slowly read the note and then re-read it quickly. “Not here; follow me to a safer place that is more private.” I thought quickly and decided to chance it. I had to hurry. Once away from the building, my stall neighbor stopped to let me catch up. We introduced ourselves. As we walked, he told me that he knew a rest room that was very private. I eyed him as we walked. About six feet tall, broad shoulders, hairy thick arms and legs, tanned, blond hair, hazel eyes, clean shaven, and a slight drawl in his speech. As we neared one of the older buildings on campus, we slowed. He told me we were going in the building together but that inside we would split up. Hmmm. Now, I began to wonder. He told me to slowly walk through the first floor looking at the exhibits until I reached the far side of the building. There would be a set of stairs on my left. Go down them. At the bottom, go through the door that had a pane of glass in it turning right as soon as I was through the door. I was to continue down that hall until I came to a door marked “Men” on it. Go inside and wait. He would follow shortly. We entered the building together, and he waited by the elevator as I continued down the hall looking at the exhibits along the way. I took my time not only looking at the exhibits but also thinking if this was actually a good idea. Obviously, no, it wasn’t. I became apprehensive but continued on until I came to the other end of the building. I was faced with three choices: I could return the way I came and leave campus; I could go out the door now in front of me; or I could continue down the steps on the left and follow through with this walk for a maybe fuck. I hesitated on the last exhibit making up my mind. I glanced around and down the steps I went. I found the door with the pane of glass, went through it, turned right, and found “Men” on a door. I opened it and went inside. I knew why no one came here. This rest room was down a darkened hall which was lined with obvious junk items waiting to be trashed. I wondered when the last time the rest room had been used though it seemed to be clean; well, as clean as a public rest room can be. It was the size of a large walk-in closet perhaps containing two stalls, one urinal, and a lavatory. It was isolated and my apprehension grew. The minutes ticked away. I unhooked my keys slipping the clip into my right rear pocket where I could easily reach for it. Not much but I could use a handful of keys with one as a projectile if needed. My ears perked up as I heard sneakers coming down the hall. I stepped away from the door and waited. There was a light tap and then it opened. My stall neighbor stuck his head in looked around seeing me and grinned broadly. He came in quickly quietly closing the door and locking it. He came up to me and said, “I can bet you are not sure about this, but this is a lot safer and a lot more private.” With that, he pulled his shirt up and over his head, unhooked and unzipped his shorts and stepped out of them. I hesitated but finally followed in stripping. I put my clothes on top of his on the radiator. As I turned around, he stepped up to me. I could feel his dick already hardening pushing upward into my crotch area. He pushed a bit and let it slide up between us as he wrapped his arms around my chest. I wrapped mine around his neck. Our lips met that finally led to wide mouthed spit swapping and tongue wrestling. We kissed for several minutes. He finally pulled his tongue from my mouth and said, “Feel okay now?” I shook my head yes. “Good. Now, we can get serious. I have spent most of the morning trying to find someone to fuck. All they want to do is suck. I need ass,” he said. “You don’t know how much I love to fuck. Thing is, I like it rough. Really hard slam fucking. It gets me going and turns me on hearing how hard I’m hitting a guy’s ass when I’m fucking him. And, if I can hurt a guy when I’m fucking him, that turns me on even more. I guess this might not be what you are looking for.” I looked up at him and grinned. “Well, as long as you don’t break a bone of mine or rip me so much that I need medical attention, that fits on my dance card. I love it hard, deep, and harder still. But, only if you cum in my ass. I can’t stand it when a guy pulls out and shoots on my back. That’s gross and wasteful.” Phil’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You are for real? You seriously love a rough fuck?” “Yes, as long as no hospital is needed,” I said. He laughed and stepped away from me. His dick lowered itself from my body but remained upward curved with its tanned look and now slimy pink head pointed at me. I knelt immediately consuming it almost to the shortly cut pubic hairs. The upward curve was a deterrent for sucking but would be welcomed for a standing fuck.

Ive got a very tight hairy hole, despite being a total slut and getting gangbanged bareback by multiple men. I'd love to have you fucking me Sir.

It’s repugnant to not cum inside a hole !

On election night eve, a handsome black top messaged me on Grindr at 11.30pm. He is turning 32 , asked me if I want to be his birthday fuck. i said yes, walked over immediately. He sucked my nipples as we made out. His beautiful 7.5 inch bbc was rock hard before I sucked it. Without wasting much time, I turned my back around and got on all four. He was gentle and went slowly in at first, but I was hungry and grind my hole hard on his penis. He quickly realized what a slut I am, held my butt with his strong hands and pounded it mercilessly. He asked me to turn around , saying he liked to look at his bottoms. I took some deep popper sniffs and opened up my legs widely. He ramped up his speed , we fucked for twenty minutes before he seeded my hole. He let out a soft moan as he cum, collapsed on top of me . ”Happy birthday!” I said, with his penis in my pussy.

That part is usually included because the caster subscribes to the belief that causing harm with magic can cause rebound harm to oneself - not because you are unwilling to have harm come to them. Most things are. 🙂

CHAPTER 4 Damon released his hold on my shoulders as he once more held my hips as he slid his now deflated dick from my ass. As he stepped away, I began to rise up so that I could turn and kneel for Todd’s big black dick to go in my mouth for sucking. This was not to be. In mid-rise, I felt a firm hand pushing me back around. “No need. My dick is hard from watchin’, and you got an ass load of cum to lube it on the way in, bitch. You just need to hold on good,” I heard a new voice say. I grabbed the pipe once more firmly. No ceremony; no attempt at niceties; pure animal lust; brutal offensive onslaught; one-sided pleasure; this would be a different fuck just as the other two had been. It was going to be wonderfully vicious. The onslaught was swift just as I had been turned back to face the wall and grab the pipe. A dick head quickly was shoved into my ass followed immediately by the entire length of this new dick which I knew belonged to Todd. He had no civil manners which made this fuck so memorable and wonderful. Just as soon as Todd had rammed his veined thick black engorged dick into my ass and had reached the innermost point he could invade me, he began his withdrawal. He, too, held my hips but his grip was masterful, controlling, demanding that dared me to challenge him. I wouldn’t of course. Todd’s style of fucking was direct and primal. Though he pounded similarly as Phil, his strokes were not measured by the hard depth that drove Phil. Todd had one thing on his mind: fuck me just enough so that he could nut in my ass. That single animalistic procreative drive of his sent him into overdrive that got his juices going. Having watched Damon and I fuck had done its job as well. Todd rammed and jammed his dick in and out of my ass; he was on a mission for his pleasure. In a few minutes of fucking he was already pounding me hard and was going to be a quick deliverer. I hoped Phil was right about at least a couple of loads from each. “Fuckin’ white trash no count bitch’s kunt is on fire with my dick in it,” Todd said in a jarring voice as he pounded in and out of my ass. He continued his pitched fucking as well as his verbal, “You the kind can get fucked a lot an' want more. Nothing but no good hole for fuckin’ is all you are. You need a real man’s dick in your kunt. An', you gettin’ it today, bitch. You gettin’ it good.” With each word jarred from his mouth only adding to his pleasure just as surely as he had gotten from hearing Phil fuck me and then seeing Damon fuck me, Todd continued his journey down the road to completion directing himself on to finish by verbalizing what turned him on about the scene in this rest room where the door did not lock securely. “You fuckin’ white KUNT!” Todd said as he rammed his now fully swollen black dick which was leaking pre-cum in amounts almost as much as if he were pissing. He rammed as far into my ass and as hard as he could. “You cum lovin’ crazed BITCH!” he said as once more he rammed as far into my ass and as hard as he could. “You ain’t aLIVE without a real man’s DICK in your fuckin’ HOLE, you BITCH!” he spit from his mouth for me to hear and feel as he rammed his fully erect dick into my now loosening ass with each word yelled having him to shake me to the core as he time and time again rammed me fully inside as far and as hard as possible. “YOU FUCKIN’ TRASH KUNT FEEL MY DICK FILL YOUR WORTHLESS ASS!” Todd yelled as he one final time shoved his now grossly inflated dick into my ass fully and as hard as possible as he pulled back on my hips so as not to allow any possibility of escaping from his grip not that I entertained any such thought. No way would I pull of this man’s dick just as I was receiving my payment for providing him a means of nutting. I was a paid prostitute. There was no doubt of it. To engage in sex with any man, I was guilty of prostitution because the value that I received from every man was a load of his cum. It matters not to me how much I receive. It is the fact that I get a cum load in my ass. That for me is much more valuable than money. It is priceless, and I not only crave it but have to have it. I hung on to the pipe as Todd’s breathing began finally to return to normal. I continued to feel his dick to pay me my prostitute’s wage. This payment was just as much as the previous two had been. I was going to go home very rich indeed today. And, if Phil was right, I would be double paid by each of them. “Damn, man, just like I lik’em, Phil. You sure can pick’em for us. Glad we found you to do our huntin’ on campus,” Todd said as he slid his now spent and slowly softening veined thick dick from my ass. He laughed a little as he stepped back from my ass slapping it gently. “No hard feelin’s, dude.” “Only thing hard I take is dick,” I said back to him. “You can say whatever you want as long as your dick is hard, and you shove it in my ass like you three have done and leave me that gooey hot white cream to keep. Who’s next, now? I was told I could get a double payment from each of you. I’ve been counting on it.” Phil stepped forward with his dick jutting out and upward at me. “I told you watching porn affected me. And, watching you with Damon and Todd definitely affected me. You sure you’re up for it?” Phil said as he continued approaching me. I turned around and positioned myself once more grabbing the pipe on the wall. Phil stepped up behind me put his piss slit on my bull’s eye, took hold of my hips, and WHAM! Once more he was full force all the way inside me. He needed no foreplay this time. Damon and Todd had provided that for him. I could only imagine such a visual. I concentrated on how his fucking so very differed from Damon and Todd and how I so much enjoyed each of them in their own right. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Phil was almost insistent this time as if it was a desperate fuck he was in need of getting after years of having had no sex. I knew better though. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Each time he slammed his once more blood filled upward curved big dick into my ass I felt him drill the furthest point inside me. He was able to go the deepest that any man had fucked me in a very long time. It was erotic. My prostate I wondered if it would be blunted. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! With that last slam into me with his dick, I felt my own dick instead of the constant leaking of pre-cum from it now rose up high filling with blood. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! My ass was in ecstasy at this now fourth super fucking I was getting. I was beginning to be aroused fully. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! My prostate was screaming its feelings of joy at such a massage of energy. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! With no further need, my balls pulled up as tight as possible to my body. I shivered deeply tightening my hold on this man’s dick. I now put a death grip on his dick as a paroxysm of joy overloaded my own system causing the contents of my balls to come flooding out flowing through the tubes and into my dick which it raced through spewing from my piss slit and out onto the floor below me. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Phil recognized the symptom of what was happening. He, Damon, Todd, and now he again had worked me to a point that Phil was luckily the man in my ass when my overloaded system exploded releasing my own cum load without ever having touched my dick. Phil felt my own squeezing and pushing out all this pent up cum load of mine as his dick was milked and squeezed with as much might as I could muster. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Phil continued to fuck my ass intending to fuck out of me every drop that he could. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! He continued to slam full force into me as he had before driving from me the last vestiges of my ball’s contents. I gave a fleeting thought to the possibility of damage being done to my prostate. If there were, I didn't care. I had to have this man's dick fucking me just as he was doing with the ultimate knowledge that once more he would flood my gut with his load of cum. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Just as my own cum shot subsided leaving me almost dazed and helpless, I felt on either side of me hands that had grabbed me holding me in place as my grasp began to slip from the pipe. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! “FUCKIN’, YEAH! BITCHIN’ MAN! TAKIN’ A FUCKIN’ HARD DRIVE. FUCK YEAH! YOU ARE A FUCKIN’ BITCH’S KUNT!” I heard Phil yelling at me as he began to once more fill my ass with his second load of hot gooey white cream that was all mine. Again and again and again repeatedly his fully blood engorged dick swelled up and spit his baby making man juices into my ass. Most men say it is impossible to actually feel that gob of cum passing into an ass: I respectfully disagree. Not every time but most certainly this time I could feel it.

Aren't bindings more effective when adding sex magic?

Yes, this was basically me! Kidnap fantasies rather than prison, but they involved being tied up and tortured etc. They weren’t sexual as such, I just liked the idea of being restrained and having stuff done to me. I had something like this to. The first time I saw a straight porn magazine, I wanted to be in it. I basically wanted to get my tits out for the lads. I had all sorts of fantasies about being a female porn star. I didn’t realise men could do it too. I think it was the start of me being an exhibitionist.

That's the best, not knowing who but serving all and every cock. Names are nothing

Super hot pics! PM me if you're interested in hooking up - not sure where in PA, but I travel through the southern part quite a bit.

Well I have been cruising for a long time and have not found too many situations where I didn’t know what the guy wanted. My favorite are the so called straight guys. They pull up in a minivan or in a car with a car seat in the back. They usually get down to business quick. They always always always want their dick sucked. You may get lucky and they want to breed you but it’s hot or miss. You have to be careful and watch for cops. Not too long ago I was bent over getting bred and I looked over my shoulder to see a cop standing behind the guy fucking me. Long story short. It was a 500.00 fine and vehicle impoundment. I still hook up but you have to be cautious where you suck or get fucked.

Absolutely love when a guy kisses me when being a slut

It's BLISS for both top to fuck and bottom to be fucked through a gloryhole. Sometimes it's fast to cum in a sloppy hole, other times bttms prefer to milk out the cum with their ass muscles. So HOT! Oink!

Financially, I have to have a job. And as much as I love gloryholes, I like my job.

I don't want to lie and say I'd be fabulously wealthy, but if I just keep living the way I do now (like I'm dead broke) I'd be okay. I work on my own car and do most of the work around the house. Unless it's electrical or something I just can't understand, I can handle most of that stuff myself. Your point about getting bored with sex is the main thing I worry about. I love sex and want to have more of it but I tend to get tired of things that I have unlimited access to.

What scares me more than anything is just how easily we excuse or ignore the actions of the President. And as I explain, try to think back to pre WW2 Germany and a n'eer do well guy named Adolph. Donald wasn't much of a soldier ( in fact, he was never a soldier thanks to some handy "bone spurs") Adolph , well he was unremarkable and as a means to move him along he was tasked with spying on a political party the government was concerned about. Donald got a mission of his own- to harass a duly elected, 1st black president; over his birth place..and did that for a right wing splinter of the Republican Party. Adolph discovered he liked power and ended up seizing leadership of a political wing called the Nazi Party. Donald was seen as the great white savior to the right white, and since he had a following, the Republican Party allowed him a seat at the table. The German government, in an attempt to control Adolph, gave him and his Nazi party, seats in the government. Now, both at this point were like wheels on a train- Donald began casting doubt about the media, and bullying and intimidating his own parties candidates while urging his masses to lock up his opponent- even promising to do so the day he was sworn in as his first action. Adolph, well he did a lot the same- he questioned anyone who did not agree with him- and many quickly learned to agree with anything he said or face a quick arrest and then a "suicide" in a basement holding room. In those days, the media and the opposing politicians each faced a similar route to conversion- those who wanted to live became spineless and ball-less minions to Adolph.Soon, Adolph did and said whatever he wanted, and even the established government was too afraid to question him ( Insert Mitch and company here, hell , even Little Marco and Lyin Ted are his cheerleaders now) Our version, Donald, figured out early on Muslims and ANY brown people-especially if they spoke Spanish, were the threat to the American way of life and bastardized them. Adolph saw the Jews and the gays as his targets, and rounded them up and displaced them. And just like Donald, he would separate the children from the mothers and fathers. As we heard this week, for at least 545 of the children who Donald did this to, their parents have just... well, they cannot be found. The Germans were free to grab up the riches of the displaced if the government didn't get to it first. And they prospered at the cost of how many million lives. In our country, the stock market HAS soared and many see their 401K $$ growing, and do not worry at what cost. Donald has amassed a police force in Homeland Security; esp his special division of Customs and Immigrations officers who will swoop into whatever city he asks them to in unmarked vehicles, grab up citizens, and speed off. Adolph would be proud- they act just like his SS did. Adolph and Donald are twins- neither one is ever responsible for what they have caused, always blaming the hated group, or other people around them, or other nations for their own issues. Adolph loved building mansions in the mountains and massive sea fortresses along the French shore, Donald has his wall ( please stand back, parts have been known to blow down in a strong wind) And while he has his mega mansions too- many as exclusive pay for political favor golf clubs, he also has a litany of failed casino and airline ventures that left so many creditors and their employees under paid if paid at all. Adolph though Benito was his buddy, Donald still thinks Little Kim is his best friend and loves him. Adolph played with human lives thru a sadistic doctor and unethical medical science experiments where thousands upon thousands died. Donald has ignored reputable medical experts and has so far allowed a controllable if not totally containable virus to kill 223,000 Americans so far and many many more will die. I had a history teacher, probably several, try to drive home to us to study the past, to learn from the past,so the errors of the past ( and the horrors) are not repeated. I hope our society - particularly the elected members of BOTH parties, and both houses, wake up, put their balls back on, and work as ONE to restore our country to a civil, and caring nation. From Supreme Court judgeship games to inaction on everything one party or the other believes is in the country's best interest, our current legislators have become 110% culpable for whatever happens to all of us in the next decade.

The Workout I laid in bed after the alarm went off and thought about the past few months. My original "one fuck should hold me for a few weeks" lasted one fuck. As the virus got more prevalent in my blood the more I needed to fuck. Most of the guys knew my status and some others seemed to actively avoid the topic so I never pushed it. I could tell by their comments whether they were worried about catching something other than Covid and most weren't. I grabbed my phone and looked at the text messages I had. A couple were from people at work, one from my brother and one from Tim. "Dad got his first confirmed victim since he stopped his meds. He's like a kid at xmas" was his message. "Sweet. How about u?" I replied. While I saw him fuck Dragonboy and his cousin, I didn't know how active he had been since he converted and whether he was spreading my bug. I caught up on emails and news and got out of bed. I decided that I wasn't going to shower for a few days and get a nice scent brewing on my body. I'd only shower if I had a hookup that didn't want some smells to go with it. Work kept me busy most of the day and I looked up and it was after 2pm and I hadn't had lunch yet. Sitting down on the couch I noshed on my sandwich. I felt a pull from my laptop and while I wasn't planning on cruising online, I quickly found myself browsing. I had a few messages from guys which I read through pretty quickly. The three day old faceless profile with a one word description of "horny" didn't even warrant a reply. A couple more were from guys that just didn't appeal to me and I sent off "No thanks" messages. One was from a guy that I'd chatted to for over a year and we never could hookup. The other two I replied to and had just hit send on the second one when my phone buzzed. "thx for hooking my cousin up with the runner. He's done him 2 more times so far" came the message from Dragonboy. A smile came over my face, knowing I had done the right thing forwarding on Allcum4me2's contact info. My job was complete and it was now the cousin's turn to make sure there was at least one more guy in the club. It did surprise me how eager he was and I wondered why. Was it the right guy I picked out or did he just need to go out and infect any guy he could. I also wondered if Dragonboy was really still neg and how many more loads it would take to convert him. I'd long since blown past my "3's the limit" with him and really wanted to make sure he never shot another neg load. Not that it would matter, since he was a total bottom. The browser on the laptop flashed the window, indicating another message had come in. As usual, I took a look at the profile before reading the message. Normally, I'm not interested in guys more than five years older than me and this guy was eleven. And that was if he used his real age. The pics, though, were pretty good. At first I thought they might be 10 or more years old, except that one was of him next to a statue downtown that I knew had been put up a year ago. He (sigmabtm79) looked like a white version of me - the same height, the same build, similar chest hair with a nice trail that led to a fat uncut cock like mine, his head was shaved with a trimmed beard. There were a few differences aside from the shade of our skin. He had a few piercings (a septum ring and both ears) and a couple star tattoos - one on each forearm. Oh, and he was neg and a versatile bottom. "Hi. I like your profile. I think I've seen you at a few places, Steam and working out at Warehouse 32 Fitness" his message read. After thinking about it a few minutes, I really hadn't remembered seeing him at either the bathhouse or gym. "Hey, thanks. I like yours too. Haven't hit either place since lockdown. I miss em" I replied. "Me too. At least my building's gym reopened a month ago" he sent back right away. "I wish. All mine has is a sauna. Used it a few times n got sweaty without the steam ;)" I countered. "Lucky guy(s). You could come over some time and use the gym here and get sweaty" he responded. Grinning, I typed out "I might have to. Running stairs, crunches and push-ups isn't doing it for me. I like having something to look at to keep my mind exercised along with my muscles." "Let me know when. It's always deserted, but there's a 6 person limit and I have to sign up" he replied. I thought about it and realized I would be stupid to not take him up on the offer. At the least I'd get a free gym to workout in and maybe even a new fuckbuddy. I replied "Sure. How about tonight? Any time after 6:30." I didn't get a reply for the next five minutes and I figured I'd lost him. I did another lap around the sites and didn't see anything interesting. I was about to close my laptop and go back to work when I got a message from him. "7PM. 1hr max, sorry" he replied. A few more messages and I knew where to meet sigmabtm. He was waiting for me on the sidewalk as I arrived a few minutes early. He was wearing sweatpants and a zip-up nylon jacket covering up his body, a mask that covered most of his face and a baseball cap. Still, I knew it was him from the size and shape and the lack of anyone else standing around. I followed him inside his building and into the elevator which we took up to the fourth floor. He swiped a badge and we walked into a nicely laid out gym area. It was probably a tenth of the size of my regular gym, but it had most of the amenities. There was a twenty-something woman doing some yoga in the corner and us. Sigmabtm took me into a small locker room and I took off my sweatpants and long sleeve t-shirt and put them into the small gym bag I had brought over. He took off his sweats and jacket, revealing some compression shorts and a low cut tank top that showed a lot of skin and his trimmed fur. He pulled his mask off and smiled back at me. He looked good, maybe even better than the pics I saw on his profile. Once back in the gym area we did a few stretches and then started out slow. Slow didn't seem to last too long and when I watched the woman leave, sigmabtm increased the rate of our workout. First there were some bench presses and then we worked on some obliques. We chatted a bit and I found out he played baseball in college and used to be a personal trainer but gave it up for a boring job at a bank for a bigger and more steady income. A few minutes later, he pulled his tank top off to reveal his nicely muscled body. While he didn't have perfect washboard abs, they were damn close and I hoped my body looked that good in ten years. I took my sleeveless tee off too and he grinned as he walked over to the treadmills. As he passed, he pinched my left nip which helped fill the pouch of my jockstrap. We started to jog on the inclined treadmill and soon settled in to a nice pace. Sigmabtm looked over as we jogged and I could tell he wanted to say something but kept stopping himself from speaking. Finally, he said "So, is it true that the guys that have 'ask me' on their profiles are all poz?" It was hard to keep my stride and I almost tripped before I recovered and looked over at him quickly. "I doubt all are. Some probably never get tested, some like to keep things private and I'm sure some are poz, both undetectable and toxic. Why?" I asked back slightly flustered. "Just asking. Your profile says 'ask me' when it didn't used to... and I heard some comments from guys at the bathhouse who said you're poz" he replied with a sly grin. Obviously he knew something about my status and even some of my history but still wanted to meet, so he must not be bothered by it. "Someone has been checking me out for a while" I replied, getting back to my normal stride. I looked around and we were still the only people in the gym. I even increased the incline a little before adding "I was undetectable, as you saw on my profile. I changed my them when I ran out of meds and the doctor couldn't refill the 'script. I didn't really know what my status was so it seemed the right thing to do." "Poz, either way. Right? Unless you found the cure" he replied with a laugh. We kept jogging for a few more minutes and then he said "You never changed it back, so I assume you aren't back on meds, yet. Or do you just like to make guys guess?" I'd never had this kind of frank discussion of my recent history before. I had told guys it, but that was right before I was about to fuck them. This was like two guys chatting about the football season as they worked out. I wasn't even sure what answer he wanted to hear - undetectable so that we could fuck like rabbits and he wouldn't get infected, or toxic because he wanted to take a charged load. "It took a while to finally get tested and get the new prescription. Some riots and this covid thing kinda slowed things down" I replied. I almost saw a hint of sadness before he asked "Ah, so you're back on meds?" I laughed to myself, finding myself in the exact same situation as before. Did he prefer me to be toxic or undetectable. Or maybe even unknown and waiting for my next test to find out if I still was viral. "I got em, I just haven't started taking them yet" I replied as I slowed my pace back down to a walk and then hopped off the treadmill. He looked over at me and slowed down as well. He seemed unsure how to keep the conversation going. I'd answered the question with the same clinical attitude that the rest of our talk had. sigmabtm got off the treadmill and stood facing me. "I assume that you've been keeping to yourself during this whole time. I mean, with covid and your immune system, it wouldn't be good for you to be... uh... active" he said, staring back at me. "Not as much as I should have. But guys have needs, right? As long as you're careful a few hookups can keep you sane, as far as I'm concerned" I replied, with an sly grin. His eyes got bigger and his jaw dropped a bit. He stared at my near naked body, watching the sweat drip down my face and chest, the bulge in my shorts and my glistening, muscled legs. He looked back at my face and asked "You played safe?" "You've seen my profile. I never do. And I never pull out. Why waste a good load?" I said back to him, calmly. "Shit" he said quietly before looking up at the clock. "Uh we only have a few minutes... They're kind of strict on limiting people to one hour, even if no one is scheduled or waiting. Anything you want to work on before we have to go? " he said, apologetically. I muttered quietly "Your ass" before saying "Let's just finish up with a few presses. I need to build my arms back up. Spot me?" We went over and I added another ten pounds on the barbell and took my place on the bench. sigmabtm stood there in position and I looked at the pronounced bulge in his shorts as I started my reps. I made it to twenty and then set the bar back on the stand. We swapped spots and I was spotting him. I saw him lick his lips as he looked up at my crotch before lifting the bar and starting his reps. "You fucked with other poz guys?" he asked as he paused his lift. I replied "Not really." He seemed distracted as he put the bar back after only 14 pumps. "Uh, we gotta get out of here. I don't want to lose my gym privs and they're really being hard asses" sigmabtm said. We headed back to the locker room and once inside he said "Can't use the showers here, but you can rinse off at my place if you want." "Sure, sounds good" I replied, putting my sleeveless tee and sweatpants back on. I followed him out of the gym and up to his condo. When the door clicked shut, sigmabtm turned and pushed me against the wall and planted his lips on mine. It was an intense, but short, kiss. "God you're a fucking stud" he growled out before leading me inside the condo. Now, it was time for me to take charge. We got into the living room and I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Slowly, I pushed him to the couch and grabbed his shorts with my free hand and tugged them down. It took a little work, but once past his hips, they rolled down. Another tug and they cleared his muscular thighs and were at his feet. Leaning in close, I wrapped my arm around his waist and found his cock pointing straight out. I whispered into his ear "You know I'm poz, you know I'm toxic, you know I only fuck raw. You want this, don't you?" It only took a second, but he whimpered out "Yes, sir" He moaned as my other hand felt over his firm ass. I sucked on his earlobe, flicking my tongue over the stud before pulling back and letting it pop past my lips. "Are you on prep?" I asked in a whisper, keeping our conversation low. It's not like anyone else was there in the condo to hear and the windows were closed. He slowly shook his head 'no' before adding "I stopped last year."

Use me.

This morning, a married buddy came round this morning unexpected. "Man, you gotta suck me off". I could see his hard dick straining in his sweats and the lust in his eyes. His wife dun't put out much. I dropped to my knees and pulled his sweats down, he shoved his cock deep on my mouth and fucked my mouth - he lasted a minute until he pumped his sperm down my throat. "Man I needed that" He pulled his sweats up and left with hardly a word. In his mind I just exist to swallow his sperm and I know he gets more sexual pleasure from me than her. Now I just gotta figure out how to et him to fuck my ass.

First time getting used and abused in a public bathroom. I never even saw his face.

I pulled out and watched as he got off Peter, noting the gush of spunk as his cock came out of the plump backside. He dug an old rag from his pocket and wiped his cock, then wiped Peter's hole. "Thanks," He said and picked up his bucket. "I'll be back same time tomorrow. Make sure one of you is here for a fuck." Then he left. We dressed and headed home. Peter was quiet and then he blushed and said "Do..do..do you think I'm pregnant now, Timmy?" I grinned at him. "With all the babies in you today, I think you might be! How do you feel?" We had reached his home. Peter usually went in by the back gate, next to his Dad's shed. "I.. I like it" He mumbled. I noticed his trousers bulging and he looked at me with a pleading expression. I pulled him into the space beside the shed and dropped my trousers and pants. "Can't have you going home like that I said. Stick it in and cum," He needed no second invitation. Quickly he got his small cock out which was stiff as a poker.He got behing me and I felt him stabbing between my buttocks. I reached back and guided him in. He gave a small cry of pleasure and then was humping me like a rabbit. "It's coming out of me!" He gasped. I pushed back and was rewarded with his orgasm, feeling him push and throb, push and throb as he spurted his juicy sperm into me. After a moment he pulled out. "Thanks." He said. "See you tomorrow," I replied. "And you'd better rinse out your pants if you don't want your mum to find the spunk stains," I watched him go and headed home, smiling as I felt the wetness between my cheeks.

Part 13 As Justin raised my arm up, Mr. Kelly quickly bent down and put his arms around me pulling me into him as tight as he could. I felt immediately like I couldnt breathe and started a coughing fit that I couldnt control and each time I coughed I must have been clenching because Mr Kelly at first only said "Fuck oh fuck your hole is-- oh fuck-- yes-- yes-- fuck" It wasnt until I stopped coughing that I really felt the slam go through me. I started shaking and squirming in Mr. Kelly's arms. "That's right son. Ride it out. I got you. Just go with it. Let it run through your body and take the pleasure of it in." I was breathing hard and heavy like I had just done those 10 sprint sets coach makes us do during practice. I could hear every word he said but there was also a ringing in my ears. But the more I relaxed, the better it felt. The shaking took a while to stop. All the while Mr. Kelly held me and whispered in my ear without ever moving his hard cock inside me. It stayed balls deep as long as that first initial wave hit. The electricity was running all over me, everything tingled, but the tingling and hunger was most intense in my cock and hole and when it all went straight there, I became aware of Mr. Kelly inside me again. Its not that I forgot he was inside me but it hadnt yet connected to the feeling of the slam. When it did, the pleasure hit me almost the way the first slam did. And that's why my first words out of that wave were "Fuck dad I love your raw cock inside me. I need you to breed me dad. Breed your son." Justin and Mr. Miller were somewhere near the bed but not on it. I could hear they were close when they responded to what I said with a "Holy fuck" from Mr. Miller and a "Oh shit" from Justin. Mr. Kelly whispered in my ear first like he didnt want the other guys to hear. "I fucking love you Jake my son. I came in you when you were coughing. You just kept squeezing on my cock. But don't worry. I'm not going to pull out yet. I want to stay inside you. It feels so right to have my cock so deep in my son." I was still shaking but that made me shake in excitement even more. This man was giving me everything I thought could only live in my fantasy. Now it was real. He started rocking his body just enough to have his cock begin to pull and push inside me never doing too much but constantly hitting spots inside me that had my cock as hard as it had ever been. Every sensation was so heightened that his every move had me moaning or just saying things that were totally incoherent. My eyes were rolled to the back of my head and Mr. Kelly's tongue was in my mouth. This felt like as much pleasure as I was ever going to feel. Without stopping his rocking back and forth Mr. Kelly picked me up off the bed and turned us around and then laid back down on the bed with me on top of him. He stayed about halfway inside me the entire time. He pulled his weight up so that we were closer to the headboard. He looked around quickly and said "Justin can you hand me my bag?" I lifted myself up to see if I could manage without his leverage. That motion put more of his cock back inside me and produced another shot of pleasure that went right through my body. I moaned and leaned back further so that the rest was pushed in and instinctively began the riding motion he first taught me. Circles with the hips without pulling myself up. We were both moaning now even as Justin put Mr. Kelly's hand into the bag. I watched him pull out the poppers and then he said "Ready?" and winked. At the same time that I said "For what?" Justin said "Fuck yeah." I thought he was talking to me but Justin knew what he meant so i ignored it and kept riding the thick cock inside me. I heard him unscrew the bottle cap and take a hit. He released it and put the bottle up to my right nostril. He was getting red again. "Take a deep hit son....That's right....remember what we did before? Just hold it in as long as you can. Stop riding your dad for a minute and just focus on holding your breath son." I did as he said but I couldn't hold this hit in long. It was so intense combined with the effects of the slam that were still coursing through me that as it only started to hit me I moaned "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu....." without even realizing it. My body was shaking again in a different way this time like in slow motion and in a way that made me feel like I was somewhere else. I don't know how long that lasted but when I opened my eyes again still riding that wave he put the bottle up to my left nostril. "Son this is so hot. We're going to get you flying now." If I wasnt flying already what was this? I didnt ask, I just inhaled this time harder than before. "Yes son that's the kind of hit that is going to get you to feel amazing. Now hold it son." I tried hard knowing that I didnt want to disappoint him again. He put the bottle aside and pulled me down to him so that I was lying on his chest. He put his hand over my mouth and nose again as we looked into each others eyes. "Son youre doing so good and I can tell already that this hit is getting you so high again oh fuck. Keep holding it and just let that physical sensation carry you to even more pleasure. Put your arms around me son really tight." I did as he asked and now my forehead was down on the pillow. Mr. Kelly pulled his hand away and put his arms around me so tight that I was forced to exhale. He heard me gasp for air. "Thats right son. Feel that go in you." The warmth was coming in waves and this high was getting more and more intense. I couldnt speak. Then I realized he wasnt talking about the warmth going in me. There was a pushing at my hole. A stretching. It was insistent and at first I didnt understand it. It made me whimper. And then I realized. It was another cock. A second cock was pushing into me. It didnt make any sense but then I heard Justins voice. He sounded like he was in a different place too. "So-- tight-- ooooohhhhh" It made me moan louder. I couldnt believe another cock was in me and it was pushing deeper and stretching me out more. And it hurt and felt so good at the same time. My whimpering became moaning and then I could speak again but only one word. "Dad....dad......dad" over and over again. . Mr. Kelly pushed my body up and both worked to arch my back to get them both further in me. "Look at me son. Yes son. Doesnt this feel good?" I still had the one word. "Dad;..dad....dad" He just smiled and nodded. Justin pressed his body against my back and said "How does it feel to have two cocks in you at the same time bro?" I moaned. Justin kept going "Yeah? You like having your dad and older bro fuck you like this? Youre so fucking dirty little bro. My cock is rubbing against dads cock inside you. You know what we call this? Its called incest little bro." That was all it took. That and he began to hit a spot at the same time that Mr. Kelly was hitting another spot inside me. But his voice and his words combined with the sensation of both of their thick cocks inside me made me explode all over Mr. Kellys chest and face. He flinched from the surprise of a rope of my cum splashing across his face and then he had a different more serious look on his face. I could tell he was about to cum in me again. Justin said "Fuck your hole just gets tighter oh fuck. Shit that talk about incest made you cum without even touching your-- fuck I'm gonna-- oh fuck" And then it felt like both were cumming inside me at the same time both pushing themselves as deep as they could go. It felt so good and I felt another rope shoot out of my cock and I screamed shaking uncontrollably like tremors running through me. Justin was making out with my neck. Every touch from both men just heightened every feeling. Mr. Kelly pulled me down to him and kissed me. I felt Justin pull out and my hole wrapped itself back around this dads cock. "That was amazing son. Are you ok?" "Yes dad. I cant believe I had two cocks in me. Youre both so thick." "Get back onto your back son." I didnt want his cock out of me yet but I did as he said and lay down next to him on the bed. As soon as I did Justin crawled between my legs. I noticed he was still hard. We both were. Mr. Miller was at the desk and I heard the click of the torch as he took a hit from the pipe. "That was so hot boys. I came twice watching that." His cum was still fresh dripping down his chest. Justin pulled my legs slightly up and I wrapped them around his waist. "Yeah bro. You are so fucking hot. That was amazing." He grabbed his cock and placed the head at my hole. My hole must have still been open because it just slipped right into me. He laid on top of me and started to kiss me as he pushed himself as deep in me as he could. When he broke the kiss, he said "You feel so good little bro. You like your big bros cock inside you?" His voice and the way he was being so filthy made the night that much hotter. "Yeah bro your cock feels so good. I've wanted this so long." Before he pushed his tongue back in my mouth I could tell my words were making him more worked up too. "Oh fuck little bro." He started to pick up the pace of his fucking and we were animals kissing so hard and his body was pushing deeper in me harder and harder. We went from moaning to screaming into each others mouths. He took a breath and looked into my eyes and didnt say a word. His pace slowed again like he was trying to savor the moment. Like we were the only ones in the room. And then back to animals again. Our moans built to screams again and then a single thrust hard and deep in me and a deep moan into my mouth. With our mouths still locked together I said "Yes bro shoot your big bro cum into me." His body began to shudder. And then I felt it again. That boiling inside me that told me I was about to cum again without touching my cock. I started to moan again and he could tell what was happening. He pulled up. "Oh fuck bro youre gonna cum arent you? Your hole is tightening on my cock again. Oh fuck that feels so good. Youre milking more cum out of me bro." And then I came shooting on my chest and his. My body was bucking over and over again. I couldnt control it and finally after cumming for what felt like forever I was able to breathe again. Mr. Kelly was lying next to us the whole time and he put his mouth to my ear. "Fuck son. Every load you shoot is so big. What is this your 4th load of the night? You just keep shooting rope after rope. It's so hot. I'm so proud of you son." He turned my face toward him and kissed me as Justin laid back down on my chest with his cock still inside me. Hey everyone thanks for the comments. This feels like a possible end point for the story but lmk if you have ideas. I know theres a lot of different ways this could all go so I might pick this up again later. I also started another story in the chaser forum so I might try to focus there for now. Thanks for reading!

I looked over my shoulder and saw a short, fat man in a boiler suit carrying a mop and bucket. "You dirty bastards, I ought to report you!" He said. But I noticed his tongue lick his lips even as Peter went whire, pulled up his trousers and pants and begged the guy not to get us into trouble. The man looked him up and down and put his head on one side. "Well..." He said. "Maybe we could come to an arrangement" He pulled a sign saying "closed for cleaning" from the bucket and hung it on the door which he closed and locked. "Please mister." Said Peter. "Just let us go. I don't want to get into trouble." The man grinned and began to unbutton his boiler suit. "Based on what I saw, you're already in trouble! Don'tcha know it's a bad idea to take raw cum in your arse? Dont'cha know what diseases you can catch?" I just stood and watched, knowing what was to come. This guy was going to exact a price and it looked like Peter was going to pay it. "Well, its too late now." He said, dropping the boiler suit and gripping his stiffening cock in his fist. I noticed two things. One, the guy's fat belly and thighs were covered in weeping sores and blotches and, two, his glistening cock-head and shaft were mottled with large, angry red warts. Peter's eyes widened when he saw this and he looked imploringly at me but I just shook my head. "We better do as he says or we're in trouble. He might call the cops." "Sensible." Said the man then turned to Peter. "Drop those panties and show me your bum." "Please...don't" Said my friend but the man beckoned with a fat forefinger "Do it!" Slowly, Peter lowered pants and trousers and turned to show his arse. "Nice!" Said the man. "Spread the cheeks!" Peter did as he was told, exposing the puffy hole still wet with spunk. "Lovely! Now on your knees and suck my cock!" to be contd.

IT's been a long time to finally get fuck and load in a GloryHole. Tonight I got breed by à regular size dick in a glory hole at the G I Joe Montréal. The guy fuck for some time and then push his cock as far as he can and screem wile I was getting his men juce... hummm. I let the door of the booth open and guys stop to Watch me getting it. love this... I'm going back monday noon for sure. Juste in time for maried guy who don't get any in the week-end... love those cock. hope to get more than one load...

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Just taken two anon loads in my hotel room in El Paso...love being used like the faggot slut that I am.