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The COVID restrictions and disruptions inspired me to setup my own gloryhole. It started as a bit of a joke with a couple buddies, but as we talked more, I started to see the real possibilities. I was able to put together a simple GH setup with a black curtain easily accessed from the side of my house, so guys could just walk in and unzip. I didn’t expect much from it — damn! Was I surprised!!!! My hole is still dripping. I created a GH profile on Grindr and Scruff, then the messages started rolling in. Lots of curious messages, and some that were clearly trying to goad me into sexting — not what I was looking for from this. But a few real contenders started to emerge. I was surprised how easy it was to set up. Sent them my address, parking instructions, and how to access the side door. Most of them were anon profiles, but I figured I’d take a shot at it. The first guy arrived about 20 minutes after we chatted. I stripped to a jock strap, got behind the curtain that I’d cut a decent sized hole in, and waited on my knees. He messaged saying he was there, and I said to come in. A minute later the door opened quietly, and I could see him enter wearing jeans and shoes. There were no words exchanged before he unzipped, kicked off his shoes, and took off his pants. I took a small hit of poppers. He stepped up to the hole with a semi-hardon and slipped it in. I quickly took it in my hand — OMG this is really happening!! I went right down on him. He let out a warm groan. After a moment, he slowly started thrusting. His cock was growing in my mouth, and was a lot larger than I expected it to be. I was suddenly working a long 7 inches with a fat head and slight curve to it. I hit the poppers again and rode the wave to really enjoy working on his thick meat. ”Turn around and show me your ass,” he growled. I didn’t even hesitate. We had never discussed fucking, and I was kind of surprised by his command, but I did it. Standing in the alcove I hung the curtain in, I turned around and backed up to the hole in the curtain. I immediately felt the warmth of his cock gliding up and down between my ass cheeks, my hole exposed for him. He started pushing in — I was dry and didn’t have lube with me. I heard him spit and push again, more determined this time. I took a long draw off my poppers, letting the rush settle over me. I backed up more, trying to relax my hole for his cock. He spit again and pressed in. With a sharp pop, I suddenly felt the warmth of his cock sliding inside, radiating heat from his bare skin. I started grunting and moaning — the fuck was still too dry and rough — but he wasn’t stopping. His long strokes tugged at my hole, and I grunted more than I moaned. But I was totally caught up in the moment of this totally anon guy pumping my hole sight unseen. It didn’t take him long to unleash his load — no warning, no question about where to dump it — he saw my ass as his cumdump. He didn’t linger in my hole long, but stepped back, pulled on his pants and shoes, and opened the door. “Thanks” was the only word I ever heard from him. I settled back, satisfied with the first time using the gloryhole. I texted one of my buds about it. But after about 15 minutes, I started craving more cock. My hole felt tender from the dry fucking, but it was even more hungry now. I opened my apps and found nearly 20 messages — holy shit! Sorted through them and started focusing on two guys who seemed serious. One was an older daddy bear with a full profile who wanted to fuck anon. The other was a 24 year old with no pics, but who messaged me one. The younger guy made it to the house first. He was quick to unzip and slide his cock through the GH. I was working his cock for a couple minutes when he quietly said, “You wanna fuck?” “Sure.” I got up, turned around again, and settled into a bent-over position. This time I had planned better and I added some silicon lube to the first guy’s load. The young guy slid right in and started fucking. He pulled out and I heard the curtain rustling. Then he slipped back in. He pounded my hole with steady strokes, no talk at that point, just the sound of his pelvis and balls slapping against my tight ass. I was letting out small grunts as he banged into me with a steady beat. “Where you want it?” He said quietly. “Right where you are, bud!” Almost immediately he grunted, and thrust deep, holding his cock buried inside me for a few seconds before repeating the lingering thrust. I could feel him shaking a bit as he unloaded into my raw hole. After he pulled out, I stood up and turned around — he had pulled the curtain aside and we were standing face to face. He had a fresh face, a little bit elvish, and fairly conversation clothing — he had just opened his pants and pushed them down far enough to fuck. He seemed a bit embarrassed. I noted he had a wedding ring on. He zipped up and scuttled out quickly without a word. Meanwhile the silver daddy bear had messaged he was on his way. I didn’t see a car out front yet, but he arrived just a moment after the younger guy drove off. He walked into the mud room, and I could feel the masculine energy radiating off of him. “Hello, boy,” he said in a husky voice. “I hope you’re ready.” “I am.” He took a minute to undress, shucking most of his clothes except socks. I marveled watching him undress through the circle cut in the curtain. He was beefy and sexy, with hair across his pecs and stomach. He walked up to the hole confidently, “Get to work, boy.” I did. “Get that cock nice and hard for me,” he said. His dick was growing think and heavy. I’d guess around 7 inches and girthy, a little wider at the base. This was a cock that had breached many hot holes. I peppered up again, kneeling in front of that power tool, and got into my best work of the day. He didn’t even need to thrust — I was greedily attending to every inch. “Mmmmmm hmmmm. That’s it boy. You won’t be long on your knees. You have my cock ready for more.” I moaned as I deepthroated him, the vibration tingling his cock in a way that must’ve made him VERY happy given the sound he suddenly made. “Fuck! Fuck, boy. Let’s see your hole now.” I obliged, adding some fresh lube to his cock before turning around in the shadowy space behind the curtain. “Fuck, boy. That’s a nice little ass. And it’s bare, too. How many loads are in it?” ”Two,” I answered as I took two long draws off my poppers. The head rush had me swimming as I settled into position again, offering my hole to him. He rubbed that power tool against my hole, teasing it a moment. I felt the heat coming off the head, and the slick lube allowing him to grind me. He slapped my ass and I yelped. “Good boy,” he breathed. He pushed against my hole, and didn’t relent until the shaft pried my ass open further and I groaned. “That’s right, boy. Let me hear those moans. Let me know how much you want this cock.” ”Ohhhhhh,” I breathed as he forced it out with a deep thrust, his hands locking onto my hips. “Fuck me, Sir. Fuck..... me ...... fuuuck.....” He worked my hole at different angles, stretching the sphincter wider. He bent his knees and thrust upward, and my head snapped back at the intense pleasure/pain that filled me. I was thrusting back now, leveraging myself against the shoe rack and a cabinet to claim every inch of cock in my hole. He was obviously pleased because he started pounding me. “Oh! Fuck! Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Me!” His power tool was laying claim to my hole — probably one of thousands he’s had. I couldn’t get enough! ”What does my boy really want?” ”Breed me!” I didn’t even have to think about it. “Breed! My hole! Sir!” ”Oh fuck, boy. You’re getting it!” He grabbed my shoulders and power fucked my ass, slamming it hard, my head just lolling back and forth as he used me. He was grunting hard, and I could feel the energy of his pulsating cock as he breed me. He thrust deep over and over and over again. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” I could only take it. I couldn’t speak at this point. Just some odd, deep toned noises as he finished off inside me. He held there, small convulsions making his cock twitch inside me. I could feel tiny dribbles starting down the back of my legs. How much did he shoot inside me? ”Stay there, boy. Stay right like that.” I obeyed, breathing heavy, my ass on display as he stepped backward. He sounded a bit off balance, but managed to dress without a problem. “Fuck, boy. That’s what I needed today.” He was breathing hard still. “Fuck. You offer that to me again another day.” With that he opened the door and left. As I’m writing this those loads are still fresh inside me. My head is still buzzing. Did that really just happen?!?!?! Why didn’t I do this years ago?!?! I have a new home hobby, and can’t wait until the next day I’m working from home.

Gloryhole Loads for My Boy Chapter 1. When we first met, we fucked safe. Even with a condom on, my boy would make me pull out to cum, in the rubber, just in case. He was downright prudish. I asked him what he was so afraid of, and he confessed that he fantasized about taking raw cock, even from POZ men. His fantasies scared him, but as he told me more, I kept getting more and more hard. After his confession didn’t scare me off, he started talking while I fucked him, begging for me to cum in him. He’d go so far to plead for me to breed his pussy. During a particularly hot session, I pulled out to catch my breath, and he ripped the condom off and guided my raw cock into his hole for the first time. It was so hot, I only lasted a few more strokes before filling him with my load. He just grinned at me. After that, we never used condoms again. I asked him if he liked taking loads, and he just sheepishly smiled. I told him that I’d be happy to cum in him whenever he’d let me. That kept us satisfied for a few weeks. I’d rail him and then ask where he wanted my load, and he’d beg for it, pushing me over the edge and cumming inside him. I never pulled out to cum on his hole and push it back in. He wanted cum deep inside. I regularly watched his hole cling to my dick as I pulled out. His hole would wink and then start to leak a trickle of my cum. The sight of his freshly bred hole kept me hard. My boy saw how excited his cummy hole made me, and he jerked me back to full hardness and guided me back into him. I loved watching my own cum squelch around my cock as I slid back and forth. He was loving how sloppy and slippery our fuck was. He gasped, ‘Yeah, use that cum. Lube your dick with that cum!’ That got me going and I came deeply inside. When I pulled out a second time, he fingered his hole and worked two fingers in. I jerked him off with one hand and added two fingers to his hole. He was more cummy and looser than he’d ever been before, and we both loved it. He came all over his chest and I gooped it up and pressed it into his open pussy. My boy looked up at me and asked if I thought less of him for being so slutty. I told him how much it turned me on to see his used fucked-out hole. He suggested we do this again in a few hours, and we did! I came twice, again, and he came once, and all three loads went into his ass. Followed by four slimy fingers. We repeated the feat every few days for the next few weeks. By that time, even with a cummy hole full of fingers, I could sense his cunt wanting more. After playing with his hole for a bit after a verbal naughty session, I reached into his bedside table, where I knew he kept a dildo. His hole was so gooey that I was able to slip it right in. My boy squealed with delight. He slid two fingers in alongside that rubber cock and I worked his dick until he shot again. We collapsed into a cummy sweaty mess and slept hard. To be continued... Note: This will be a six-chapter story. And yes, they're all written. It's filthy. I'll post a new chapter ever couple of days. This is dedicated to a certain piggy guy, who deserves a piggy man to help him on his journey. We all deserve that.

Part 12 There I was moaning like a cheap porno bottom bitch in my favorite position: on my back, legs raised over a man’s shoulders, getting fucked. I don’t get fucked often, but I like it when it happens. In fact, I don’t sex-mingle a lot. I might be a little prude and puritan, but definitely not the snobby-snooty type. I said it a few times, I would chicken out of any situation if it got me out of my comfort and secure zone - like having a sex interaction with a poz guy - preferring to watch and find myself jerking in the dark, alone. If someone would have told me yesterday morning that I would have more sex encounters in the next 24 hours than I had in my entire all life, my response would have been simple: your crazy. When I woke up yesterday, I was tempted to jerk off in bed, but reckoned I would saved my load for my “Friday Movie Night” alone at home. It’s nothing exceptional, only me watching free porn, jerking and edging before reaching a satisfying orgasm. I would fall asleep on my couch to wake up next day with one or two loads of dry cum on me. I was craving to have sex with someone again, because having another male body playing with yours is addictive and highly pleasurable. Once you tasted it, you longed to tasted it again. I was able to ignore my morning wood and start my routine. It was around nine when I heard the familiar sounds of my neighbor coming back home. Mr. Magoo had gave 3 or 4 blowjobs since I moved in. I have to give him credits, he is a “helluva cocksucker”. He must have sense my horniness and without false pretense, he gave me an excellent blowjob. Then - speed forward to the bathhouse - I got fucked by Mickey and fucked him back in return. My first fuck in over almost a year! It did scratch my itch. And it was all part of Magoo’s grand scheme to stealth Mickey. He fucked me a second time, in a roughly manner after I told him my neg/poz lie. Between both fucks, Magoo managed to have me suckle his cockhead and take his bare poz cock in my ass, inch by inch (literally!) while I was pissing in Mickey’s boyfriend, transformed for the occasion into a portable live urinal. All in all, it was just another perverted playful game for the wicked Mr. Magoo. “Goddammit! Magoo exclaimed when Hugo knocked on the door, “your sorry ass will pay for all this” he told me like I was responsible for the interruption. He poked my hole with his dickhead, smearing precum and lube on my rosebud. As he opened the door, Hugo was standing there with the younger of the two cops. “Perfect! You…” grabbing the cop and pulling him in the room, “get in here. Max this is Luke. Luke, Max is one of your kind. A negative! And a fervent condom promoter like you. You two should get along. Don’t be shy, you can fuck him if you want. Play dominos if you need to, I don’t care but keep him busy until I return. Don’t let him out of this room!” On this Magoo shut down the door on us. “Huh… I don’t fuck guys. I’m straight”, said Luke. “Goddammit!” I thought, mimicking Magoo’s expression. “I am naked, poppers next to me, leg-spreaded, my ass corrupted by a house-made spiked lube and ready to take on any cock in sight, even Magoo’s amazing poz cock if he was here, AND the first and only neg guy available to me is straight! AND doesn’t fuck guy. Well, I have bad news for you, mister cop, I might have to rape-fuck myself on you, but I need a cock in me now!" I never thought I would scared a cop. Honestly, look at me! I might be a threat to a thirteen-year-old teenager, but a cop! Anyway, that was the look he had went I jumped off the bed and ripped his towel. Five seconds later he was on his back and I was trying to summon a stiffy out of his shriveled cock. Either he was horny or an easily excitable man, but I got him hard quickly. Or maybe he wasn’t getting any at home! He was pretty small down there; I wouldn’t have trouble to take him. In fact, his cock was smaller than the pink butt plug Magoo shoved in me, Where was the plug anyway? I wondered for a second. “Condom! I mean, I’m married… with a child… We need a condom at least…” “YES!” I told myself. I didn’t mind the condom, but he was accepting the fuck without a lot of resistance. He pulled a strip of condoms from one of his socks! “For a straight guy who doesn’t fuck, you sure came prepared!” I mocked him. I grabbed one and rolled it on his erection. I looked at the result. Hmmm.... The dick was floating in the condom. So much for protecting the straight guy! “It’s not for me. I distribute them to guys before they engaged in bareback activities. I’m not gay.” “I know, you told me. I don’t care. I’m horny. You are a man with a cock. And neg! That’s enough for me.” I fucked myself for a while, squeezing my ass, strangling his cock as much as I can. He never went soft and in some sort of miracle, the condom stayed on his member. We changed in my favorite position and now he was fucking me. He was older than me, but not enough for me to fall for him. I have a better connection with older men, maybe because they know what to do (experience!), but mostly because they don’t have this unrealistic sexual-performance expectations. I took the time to observe Luke. He was in good shape, a solid 6-packs, broad shoulders and narrow waist. A nice layer of black hair all over his body and legs. His legs and tights showed that he might be a regular runner. So, this was my third fucks at the bathhouse. Luke fucked me for about four or five minutes, when he asked me: “Are you safe?” “?” “I mean… I won’t catch anything if I removed the condom…” “??” “I have trouble to keep it on… it is larger than I expected… and at home, well with my wife we don’t use any…” “???!” A stealther! That’s what came to my mind! A straight guy in a gay bathhouse… a straight guy who doesn’t fuck guy… a married guy who cheats on his wife with a gay guy… who gets convinced pretty easily… a condom-evangelist to bareback fuck! All the signs were there! In an afterthought, Magoo wouldn’t have conceded his privilege to fuck me first, spewing his poz load in me first… or would he? Only to get me stealthed? Nah… “Sure, no risk” I sighed, “I haven’t had a fuck for over a year, only my hand” he didn’t need to know about Mickey. If he knew, he didn’t say anything. Condom on the floor, Luke fucked me good now. He was looking at me. “Oh fuck! I didn’t know it would be so warm like…” he interrupted himself embarrassed by what he was going to say. I read enough stories and fuck guys a few times to know that asses have nothing to be ashamed of pussies. Three, four, five long and thick spurts of cum landed on my torso, followed by two smaller ones right on my cock. Damn hot! Luke almost fell off the bed. I got him to lay down next to me. My cock was resting against his abs exposing obscenely the size difference between his soft cock and my hardon.

Andrew woke up to the sun streaming through his bedroom window. He was naked, and had little recollection of how he got there. Suddenly a memory broke through the haze, the Church, his Uncle, all the strangers that had fucked him. His hole twitched at the thought, he ran his hand over it, he was definitely still loose. Slipping a finger in he could feel some random load still inside him, a small whimper erupted from his mouth. Rising from the bed he stepped towards the mirror, his mouth dropped, and his heart sunk. How would he explain this to his Dad! On his chest, now sat a pentacle, 'Ave Satana' sat underneath it. It didn't stop there, his nipples before small and cute were now red and puffy, barbells now pierced them both. His cock also now was adorned with metal, as small barbell pierced the head of his cock, and a metal cock ring was around the base. Turning around he could see a small Biohazard tramp stamp just above his ass. Andrew knew he was in deep shit, if Dad saw any of this he would go ballistic. His best bet would be to cover it up until his Uncle got home and he could figure out a plan. Andrew stopped, his hole twitched again, he remember vividly the feeling of his uncles cock punishing Andrew's hole. What would dad do if he found out, Andrew knew he would submit to his Uncle again, but he didn't want to risk loosing him. Dad might throw Uncle Dom out if he found out what had happened, this was bad. Walking over to his draws a folded note sat on top, addressed to him. Opening it up, a simple phrase was scrawled inside; "Fags wear Fag clothes" Andrews heart jumped, but then with a sudden realisation it dropped again. Opening the draw he groaned, Uncle Dom wasn't going to make it easy on him. Inside the draw were not his usual clothes, inside instead were imitations of his old things. Shirts had been cut into crop tops, his jeans were now barely shorts. Some new items of clothing were there too, tight fitting underwear, jocks, thongs, even some small shirts which ranged from slogans such as; "Knock me up daddy" to "Looking for a Daddy". This was ridiculous, Uncle Dom couldn't expect me to wear this in public, he wouldn't last out the day let alone the week. Steeling himself with a deep breath, he pulled on some clothes. What he ended up going downstairs wearing, was a black thong, a pair of shorts that did nothing but highlight the thong, and a crop top that had a very visceral drawing of a small twink being fucked by a larger hairier man. "Um wow son, new look?" Andrew's dad was similar in a lot of ways to his Unlce, except clean cut. The piercings and the tattoos weren't there, instead his Dad the younger of the two was similar in hight and build. Both men were massive, incredibly strong and muscular, they worked out most days together in the garage. Stepping towards him, Andrew could see his Dad has seen the thong, his eyes darted all over the new appearance, and at the crude drawing. "Dom said that you had a nasty thing with your ex, he said that you were acting out and staying round a mates? Is this... um part of that" Dad visibly swallowed, he was having a tough time looking at Andrew. Andrew was having an equally hard time meeting his fathers gaze, but for a different reason, he was bright red and staring at the floor. "Its.. uh, yeah. I'm trying something new" "Thats good.. um, I'm going to the office... bye" Andrews Father quickly ducked out, clearly uncomfortable. The door at the end of the hall slammed shut, Andrew breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was able to hide the Biohazard tattoo from his father, if he had turned around this would have gone wildly different. Andrew wondered what he should do next, he was off from Uni and his Dad was being awkward. As if by magic, Dom walked in, he was sweating heavily. Andrew could smell the sweat from across the room, his body involuntarily tensed with need. "Hey fag" Dom stretched an arm over his head, displaying the sweaty pit. Dom knew what he was doing, he knew he needed to move fast. If he was going to make a dedicated chemmed up pig of his nephew he would need to lay groundwork of submission quick, soon Andrew would be totally dependent on Dom. Just where he wanted him if he was going to make a few bucks of the little slut. Andrews eyes bulged, he knew his dad was only in the other room, but his nature was telling him to lock his Uncles pits. It was as if since Father had fucked him, since he smoked Poz Pigs pipe, he had unlocked something inside him. "Get over here fag, don't make me ask again" Doms husky voice sounded in the quiet room. Andrew winced, he glanced at the door, hoping his father wouldn't see. Andrew rushed over, diving his head into his uncles pit. Snorting and licking he was desperate for the stench of his uncles pit, the sweet saltiness. Uncle doms hand held him in the pit, Andrew was in heaven. He still couldn't get over the fact, his Uncle a god of men was using his own nephew. Andrew moaned, quickly being transferred to the other pit. Doms hands guided him, gripping his neck like a vice, Andrew couldn't have done anything else. "Knees fag, your Uncle needs a piss after his run" Doms' strong arms pushed Andrew to his knees, dutifully Andrew looked up into his Uncles eyes and opened his mouth. Dom reached into his sweaty joggers and fished out his large cock, piercing hanging at its tip, and familiar metal cock ring at its base. Andrews mouth began watering, he wrapped his lips around his Uncles cock head. He wouldn't spill any thing time, less it give it away to his dad Dom tensed, releasing himself into his new piss pig. He held his hands around Andrews head, watching as the office door slowly opened. "Hey so about earlier, I don't think its appropriate for you to wear that kind of stuff son..." Stan stopped mid sentence, and stop mid step. He looked at the scene before him, his son struggling on his brothers cock. Doms hands held Andrews head to his crotch, Andrew was looking dead into his eyes trying to push off. Dom persisted, turned to him and winked. "Hey bro, just having a piss in the fag" Grunting Dom pumped more piss into Andrew, Stan watched as his son swallowed piss his eyes taking all of it in. He noticed the biohazard symbol on the small of his back, shock set in. Stan knew what had happened, Andrew had gone to the church. Andrew struggled to keep drinking his uncles piss, but he had no choice. Even when his father was stood only a meter away, watching his fag son comit [banned word]. He was ashamed to admit, but he was so hard right now, Andrew wanted people to know how much of fag he was. Andrew needed men to know that he was there to serve. Dom relaxed, the last of his piss drainging into his nephews mouth. Pulling out he shook his cock, his PA catching the sunlight. Then pulling his joggers off, he walked over to the toilet to take a shower. He wanted to let them process the new power dynamic of the house.

Part 7 “Get on all four, bitch! Your ass is way nicer than your face.” Humiliation is not my cup of tea, but the gruff voice commanding the “bitch” next room was fucking sexy. The thumping ended few minutes ago, and the “bottom” was sobbing quietly, just loud enough to hear if I put my ear against the wall. This is my voyeur side. My motto is: safer to watch than participate… But here I was, in a bathhouse for the first-time ever in my life, having conspired with my neighbor (which I still don’t know his real name), to knowingly poz another not so innocent guy. My neighbor, an old man who shown me his two-side personality: a talented cocksucker and a wicked poz fucker. To say I was conflicted is the least I can say. “Arrgghhh!” came from the other side. It started me. I put back my ear at the partition. “What do you say?” the sexy voice asked. “Th… Thank you sir, may I have… another one?” “If you insists…” I read stories about this type of play between master/sub, but in real life? How naïve am I? I took the blue pill half and hour ago and was slowly jerking myself with no intention to cum. I poured some lube on my ass and worked two fingers in, relishing the odd sensation of being fucked, making me to want some more cocks - Mickey’s cock - back in my hole. I reached at the black-capped popper bottle without second thought and brought it to my nose like an addict. The effects were immediate, and the consequences … as expected. I open the door. The place was now dark with a few black lights here and there. I was naked, no towel, an itchy ass and a chemical-induced hardon, popper in one hand and lube in the other, sex-starved and a fucked-up mind in an almost pitched-dark and crowded bathhouse! The worst conditions for a non-adventurer like me. I bumped into few guys. At the corner, “purple-hair” was being blown by another guy. I starred for few seconds wondering how Magoo was able to get that thing up his ass. I turned around and make my way to front desk to get a towel. A large Latino was waiting in line. He was chatting with a handsome mid-aged man who was glancing at me. Two cops, fully-dressed in their uniform, were standing at the front entrance discussing with two men wrapped in towels. The younger one, early 30s, was deliberately looking at me. The popper’s fumes seem to have dissolved from my mind because reality hit me! I was stark naked in front of cops! I started fidgeting badly. I brought the powerful popper to my nose and did a double hit! Problem solved! Oops! Wasn’t it illegal? Fuck! This entire gathering was illegal due to covid restrictions! The cop just nodded and smiled back at me. I grabbed my towel and modestly scampered toward the theater. Ah! Try to find a 5-foot-tall man (probably on his knees slurping on a juicy cock) in a dark theater... You would think porn movies playing on screens would be enough for you to see who’s where? Well, you are wrong. The only sure thing was all the moans coming from the various fornication going on. I can't hardly start asking out loud for “Mr. Magoo”, isn’t it? So, I resigned myself to go from couples to trios around the room. The Latino must have followed me because he was just behind me breathing heavily on my neck. An unknown hand on my shoulder applied pressure to push me on my knees, but I resisted. I was clanging on my towel, lube and popper as walked the room to realize Magoo was no where to be seen. The Latino was on my trail. I exited the theater and entered the first door on the left to find myself in a restroom. I hurriedly hide against the L-shaped wall. Next to the urinals, Magoo was there, pissing in a funnel attached to a body. He didn’t see me. He was soothing the piss drinker with his hand, petting him like a dog. Is there anything this man doesn’t do? “Almost done”. *gurgle sound* “So good… I wished my neighbor would drink piss also… ahh…” What? Is he talking about me? *gurgle sound* *gurgle sound* “…ahh… I will have to see Doc… it’s still burn when I piss…” *gurgle sound* What? How long did I spend sucking on his cockhead today? I am poised to get some STD. *gurgle sound* “I know it's your first time, but you are doing great… Mmmh... What Mickey would say if he saw his boyfriend swallowing piss like…” What? Mickey’s friend! *gurgle gurgle gurgle sounds* “Hey don’t choke now… A little more and then it is over…” *gurgle sound* Magoo was shaking his cock, pulling the long foreskin over the head a few times. Then he saw me, still glued to the wall. “Perfect timing! Do you need to piss?” he asked. I did, but shook my head no. “Of course you need to, approach…” he ordered *gurgle sound* “We have a live urinal tonight!” he said proudly like a salesrep showing the greatest appliance in the world. *gurgle gurgle agitated sounds "You have another customer pissboy... open wide..." Magoo said laughing at his own joke after spitting a couple of time right in the beak funnel. In three swift moves, Magoo pushed me closer to the human urinal with his hips, fed me poppers and pointed my cock to the funnel. "Now piss”

I'd love to be a btm and fucked like this in alot of Eric's video's!

I’ve been getting fucked regularly since the bars and sex clubs reopened in July here in Atlanta. I go out at least 2 nights a week usually Wednesday and Saturday to offer my ass up. Been averaging 8-10 loads each night.

I went to my bf's house on my lunch break to get laid real quick and ended up calling out for the rest of the day. The sex is always good but the dick felt so powerful today that I didn't want to leave. So I just called out and spent a couple hours naked with my man so I could enjoy being dicked down until he dozed off.

Part 10 The inevitable was due to happened. Against my will, I had to let go. With a long sigh of disappointment, I lowered my legs. Eddy had stopped rimming me. I closed my eyes for a brief moment. Eddy’s body crushed mine as he laid on me. Few minutes before, Magoo had rushed out with Jesus in trail as soon as he heard that the “human urinal” found a new way to entertain his crowd in the wet sauna. “So faggot, what’s wrong?” I shook my head. “Unh, uhn…” his lips brushed mine, kissing them softly, “you are a bad liar… tell me what’s wrong” “I’m no faggot…” I said, surprised by my own audacity. He looked at me coldly. “You might be right. I don’t care. I will call you whatever I want, and you shouldn’t care either. If it bothers you, tell me now. I wouldn’t want you to waste my time.” I felt uneasy, but not afraid. For some reason, the calm dominant energy coming from Eddy was flowing in me. The little time I already got with him was even more than what I would have dreamt. I needed to stand for my beliefs even if it means losing a chance to be with Eddy any more in the future. “Yes, it bothers me.” I replied, unsure on how he would react. “Fine.” “Fine?” that’s it, Fine? I thought. And you are going to walk away with just a “Fine” statement? I tried weakly to dislodge myself, to let him know it was time for him to get off me and leave, but he did not move. “So faggot, tell me the truth…?” “I like my ass to be eaten” admitting, and ignoring his arrogance. “to be just eaten… or eaten by me...?” “yeah, I like it… I mean I like it when you were…” “so, it explains why you were grinding your pussy back like a slut in heat.” “Was not…” “Unh, uhn… you were… you’re lying again…” “Was not…” I repeated, not knowing where this conversation was heading. “Oh is that so? he replied mockingly then kiss me like before. “Would you like to spend more time with me?” Another kiss. “yes but…” “no but…” Another kiss. “… but I don’t want to get fuck…” "It's meant to happen..." Another kiss. “… but you are poz…” “so…?” Another kiss. “… but I don’t want to be poz…” “So, is it a yes, slut?” No kiss this time. “Yes” not believing what I said. “Go grab a shower and then, when you are ready and really want me, come and find me. “… but no fuck…” “We will fuck, but before I would like to introduce you with someone special.” “Someone? Who…?” “Tss… Tss… a surprise… if you want more.” “… but no fuck…” “If you say so. You might change your mind, thought.” Since Magoo brought me to the bathhouse earlier today, I got my mind fucked up a few times due to my horniness, to my fear of catching diseases, but mostly due to the poppers. I never did poppers before… I wouldn’t even had done it at home, alone, scared of what ever might happened. As I was trying to postpone as much as possible to delay going back to Eddy (my cock obviously disagreeing with me), for the first time I realized how pathetic I must have look. Here I was refusing to suck, to fuck, to engage, to let go… Just the fact that I was justifying myself proved that my mind was conflicted. Magoo didn’t help. He was the sluttish man alive I knew, all the other ones were fictive personages in gay stories on the web. Purple hair took the showerhead next to mine. “Hey, wassup. I'm Hugo by the way?” he smiled. “Max... There is quite a crowd, tonight? “When we locked the door, the count was 109 guys.” “Locked?” “With the curfew, guys had to come in before 7h30 and can’t leave before 5 tomorrow morning.” “Oh… Isn’t illegal? I mean should the place be closed?” I turned to wash my front. Hugo had filled the space between us, and his fat and soft prick was resting in my ass crack. His hands went around to my chest, soaping from neck to crotch without applying pressure. It was sensual, no sex innuendo. “Yeah totally…” “So what’s about the cops?” “Oh them! nothing… their shift ends at midnight. They will be with us all night… I heard you got fucked…” “Yeah… all-safe thought…” I said. If the news that I got fucked spread this fast, I wanted to make sure that everyone knew that I was playing safe only. “Really…?” he had inserted the tip of a soaped-finger, teasing my hole. “Hmmm… Absolutely” “If I covered up, do I have a chance?” he asked bluntly in a low voice. “I am not sure I can, you are pretty big down there.” “Then you need get some other guys to open you up a little more…” We were interrupted by the big Latino guy who joins us in the shower area. I didn’t mean to stare but this guy had a huge cock - a pussy destroyer. His friend sauntered to the next free shower head. Hugo saw me looking and, at my surprise, embraced me. “Sshhh… Listen to me…” he murmured to me his mouth close to my ear. “Hug me back… like we are lovers… and listen carefully… The big guy is Carlos, he loved to raped guys. Guys like you and me.” I don’t know if it was an act, but purple hair was groping me obscenely now, seriously biting my ear lobe. “But the other guy, Dimitri, is the most dangerous of the two…” His cock had gained some hardness and in a playfully hit and miss mode, Hugo was poking my ass with his cockhead, pretending to search for my hole. “He is a drug dealer and a pimp. A vicious one. He likes to torture, and believe me, you don’t want to mess with him. Now, pretend you need to be somewhere else, and don’t ever let them catch you alone.” With that he pushed me, slapped my ass and sent me on my way. “See you babe…” I decided to venture back to the theater. Most of the guys were engaged. I decided to sit next to a couple actively performing a sixty-nine. The guy closer to me took my hand to the other guy’s ass, then spreaded his cheeks, unveiling a lubed shaved hole. I slipped two fingers in the offered ass and started a slow motion, eliciting an approval moan from both guys. After few minutes, the guys disengaged and left the theater. Back alone, I closed my eyes listening to the moans and grunts around me. As my mind drifted slowly away, a mouth engulfed my unattended cock. Magoo! For a second I thought it must feel exactly like this to be awaken by a blowjob (never happened to me so far!). Magoo was dedicated to stir a load from me, but he only brought me to the edge. “You want to bust that nut? He asked me, looking up while still on his knees. “Yeah…” was the only answer possible at this point. “Good. Lets go back to the room. It’s time for me to fuck that little negative ass of yours and make you shoot this load!”

Late November 2018 I won a lottery draw where my prize was getting fucked bareback for 3 hours by five of the event porn stars and then any of the event attendees, in a sling in the middle of the floor. We estimated after that at least 55 guys had been inside me, but we counted the cumshots throughout and I was bred 22 times, mostly by total strangers.

Part 9 Throat fuck: 7 minutes. Chat: 3 minutes. Ass eating: 0 second. Lube: 20 seconds. Punishment ass fuck: 21 minutes. Breeding orgasm: 6 seconds. Post-orgasm endearment: 1 minute. Kiss: 5 seconds. Then Mickey was gone. Magoo was standing in the door frame with two other men. “I am working on lowering his inhibitions. He is not ready to put his ass on the block yet. I’ll get him there soon” Magoo explained to the two strangers “until then guys… get in here… I’ll give you the ride of your life!” On that, Magoo straddled my body on all four. His face smiling above mine. The first guy stepped on the end of the bed, pulled back Magoo toward him and worked his dick home. Magoo leaned over my chest and nibbled my nipples. The second guy hopped on the bed over my head on his knees and jerked his really nice cock from soft to hard. I was able to briefly peek at his flat stomach and firm pecs. The door was still open for anyone to [banned word] in. It must have been a surreal scene: three men cramped on a bathhouse’s single-bed with only a dimmed-light ready to fuck while and other one, trapped by other, lay passively. “Up here, grandpa, suck this poz cock all the way… yeah… that it’s old bat, suck my fucker down your throat. Show us what a cocksucker you really are… what a hungry cum whore you are.” Oh FUCK! I realized; it was the guy with the sexy voice! Oh fuck… fuck! That was enough to fill my jerking fantasies for the next month! No, I was not going to wait…. I started jerking my cock. My cock was hard again. The guy was feeding Magoo with what turned out to be a long veiny cock. Magnificent! from my point of view. And what view I had! His hairy balls were dangling few inches from my mouth… A hairy ass was completing the entire portrait. Any horny guy in my position would have dove-in and nursed on each ball, bathing them with a lot of tongue. Any guy in my position would have snaked his tongue in the sexy ass crack, extending it to reach his hole and with the point teased it until its owner howled of pure joy. You know it by now, I am not any guy. So, I chickened out and watch. I didn’t trust myself. A simple lick on the tantalizing balls above would lead me to perdition. My lust would overpower my mind, and would make me commit regrettable choices. One thought was hammering my head: the sexy guy was… poz. Magoo was spit-roasted like it was a natural thing. His cock jutting from the grey pubes was soft. I moved my hand and grabbed his balls and cock, squeezed them once like you would with someone’s shoulder to give him courage. Magoo moaned his appreciation. In the blink of an eye my field of vision was obscured by the guy’s hairy ass, bringing Magoo’s head down with it. He was slowly moving back and forth. I was barely able to breathe and the manly smell was intoxicating me. I raised my hands tentatively on his thighs to signaled him my condition. “No hands pussyboy! And if you want some air soon, you better get that cock whore-licking tongue in action! Go on and give it some practice licks… just your tongue… that’s it faggot… right there… please your Daddy!” and to add to his command, my fantasy man completely sat on my face, trapping my head between his cheeks and the thin mattress. I didn’t want to… well I did, but no… I was doing it anyway… He pulled back on his heels, freeing me, desperately seeking air. Magoo was quicker! With one hand on my mouth, the other holding a bottle of popper – definitively the black cap one – stuck to my nose, largely breathing the unexpected chemicals, 2 hits… 3 hits… 5 hi… no 4… fuck! Why am I so weak resisting? To not succumb to this induced-nirvana? Oh, God, I didn’t want to, but I was now feasting on the hairy ass as Magoo returned on the cock. “Much better boy! Eat Daddy’s ass!” the sexy voice repeated like a mantra. “Yo! Eddy, you find yourself another asslicker?” I heard the fucker said. The sexy voice has now a name, Eddy. Eddy, sexy! Sexy Eddy! my mind mused in its daze state. I redoubled my effort wanting him to remember this moment, wanting him to tell me how pleased he was with me. Lust! In my horny fogged-mind, I pictured myself on the narrow edge between the too-long frustrated and sex-starved student and the pig that had died and gone to pig’s paradise (whatever that is!). “Jesus! What a fucking faggot whore! Yep, a devoted asslicker and I think he is getting along with the program. I might go easy on him with the paddle later! You should order him to clean your ass after and suck your dick clean. Oh fuck! Keep doing that…" groaned Eddy. No, no, no… I am not a cheap whore up for sale. “Umphh… ir… uw… mmf… onmf… unh… bah…” I said. Both men laughed at my attempt to my protests. Eddy was now holding Magoo’s head and was face-fucking him. I was not able to see, but I did for sure felt his cheeks moved rapidly, putting pressure on my mouth and preventing me to do a proper tongue ass-probing. All along his verbal assault was directed toward me. It was turning me on. I was certain Magoo would received his load, but it was not the case. Jesus (I found after that it was his real name) came in Magoo’s ass with frantic movements causing Magoo’s head to hit my chin and forcing Eddy’s balls right under my nose. “Snifffff!” “Oh! you pathetic faggot! …go ahead… smell your Daddy while I take care of grandpa…!” Multiple balls hairs went right in my nostrils triggering me to sneeze at the same time Eddy rocked back his ass over my nose and mouth again. "YOU MOTHERFUCKING SLUT!” Eddy exclaimed. “I swear you are a hot fucking slut… Damn, that feels strangely good!!! FUCK!" My face was covered in snot, saliva, ass sweat and hairs. And then, everything went still. My mind trying to comprehend what was happening. Jesus had pulled out his cock, and Eddy was standing up, taking Jesus place. Jesus stayed on the side with a look of a fat contented cat. His cock glistening with cum was pulsing from all the excitation it got. Magoo twisted his small body and started cleaning Jesus’ cock. I felt my legs being raised. I was dumfounded. It took me few seconds to comprehend what was happening… to me. I honestly started to struggle, not wanting to be fuck with a poz cock, even if it was sexy Eddy. “No… I don’t want to…” until I felt a hot tongue licking my ass lips in circle. “oh… fuck… mmmh… yes…” “No one will hurt you, Max. I told Eddy and Jesus about you. They will fuck you later… only if you want them to…” Magoo told me in a soothing voice. “mmmh… ok…. thank you… ohhh… for…” “Ssshh… it’s okay… suck grandpa's fingers..." as he inserted two salty fingers in my mouth. "...and rest reassured, I will fuck you first and you will let me…” I didn’t want to and Magoo seemed adamant to.

Part 8 “Do you want my last neg load?” Magoo had dragged me out of the restroom after I was done. It took me a while to get going. I was piss shy. First, because Magoo was holding my cock and looking indiscreetly at me, and second, because the live urinal was Mickey’s boyfriend. His eyes were fixed on me, his chest heaving uncontrollably. The poppers were hitting me hard again and for a second I forgot why I was there. Magoo went behind me, bracing me with his hands on my nipples, distracting me further, and with a forceful push Magoo jammed his cockhead in my ass. “Huh! No! You know you can’t… I don’t…” “Then I suggest you start pissing!” he said, “because I will inch my poz cock every ten seconds you are at task, and when fully-lodged in your poz-virgin cunt I will fuck you and who knows if you don’t get pregnant!” “No, you can’t…” “I surely can, and I am doing it! Ten…!” with that Magoo pushed another inch of his poz cock in me, my hole indisputably surrendering without resistance. I had to make real efforts to concentrate. “Twenty…” “Urrgh…” Magoo increased the intensity of the nipple-play by stretching them roughly. I started to piss, driven-more by fear than my own will, filling rapidly the funnel dangerously. “Thirty…” “Urrgh…” The vicious push caused my dick to jump sending a jet of piss in the eyes of the young man. The unremitting gurgling stopped briefly before starting back more rapidly like it was catching up. A simple choice: swallow or drown. “Forty…” “Arrgh!... I am pissing! I am pissing…” “It is not the deal. I stay in you until there is no more piss in you! Fifty…!” “Ah fuck…!” I closed my eyes, forcing my piss out as much as I could. The funnel was over halfway full of a pungent yellow piss. Suddenly, another jet of piss started adding to the funnel. A man had joined me, a thin line of rosy piss (blood?) coming out from a short stubby cock. The smell was horrible! “Sixty…” “Oh! Please stop…” “Nope, out of question” “If I have so much piss is because YOU forbid me to piss earlier! “I know! It’s so much fun! You sure like to take your time! Seventy…” Magoo was now giggling. *GURGLE GURGLE* Mickey’s friend was making larger effort to swallow. I felt guilty. The man had finished pissing on his head and body and was leaving. “Eighty…” “Arrgh… please… no more… for me… please…” *GURGLE GURGLE gurgle gurgle* My piss flow was coming to a halt finally, seconds before I would shake my cock for the last few drops. “Ninety…” “Fuck, fuck, fuck… Fuck! I’m done. Look! I’m done! No more piss” *gurgle* *gurgle* Magoo pulled out and bend to lick off my cock. “So much fun, Max. Thanks for helping me out!” I nodded like a dumb ox and wondered what I was helping for? Disbelief must have shown on my face because Magoo added: “Don’t be like this! You came a long way from your comfort zone. From being isolated in your apartment and jerking on tasteless porn movies. You can’t be satisfied by few blowjobs. Life is out there, Max. It’s here and now!” “Yes, but I don’t want to… you know… the risks and all…” I said gesturing toward the live urinal as an example. “Life is made of risks and choices, and death without them.” he told me seriously. “You don’t have to give it all now. Breathe and enjoy, you might end up happy!” said the now familiar friendly face I knew. “Lets go, you have someone waiting for you.” “Max?”, Mickey said. “Hun?” “Do you want my last neg load?” he repeated. “Neg load? But you took a lot of poz loads.” “Don’t be silly. Yes, I am taking poz load now, but I don’t have the bug yet, if I ever catch it…” “Hmmm… yeah I would like to…” “Here, take the key for the room” intervened Magoo, then added to Mickey’s attention “but you have to let me tap this ass of yours again.” Mickey nodded. “And you need to be back in 35 minutes for your tattoo appointment.” “35 minutes!” I exclaimed. “Too bad if you took your time to piss!” mocked Magoo, “now go”. On our way to the room, Mickey explained he agreed to get a poz tattoo of Magoo’s choice and Magoo would pay for it. A couple of tattoo artists were invited to spend the night at the bathhouse and do tattoos on demand. So, Mickey fucked me a second time. He was a lot more verbal and rough. “Before I fuck your sweet little hole, lay on your back and put your head at the end, here, I will rape your mouth like a cheap cocksucking faggot whore.” Gone was the “sophisticated annoying queen” personage Mickey was when we were in college. Even his arrogant and irritable voice had changed. It was pure male, full of testosterone. Full of poz confidence? “Open that hole for me because I won’t be gentle. I will fuck your throat hard and won’t stop. Even if you choke on your puke, even if it damages your voice, even if I brake your nose while I pound you” he said. “And when I will have my cock shove down your throat, what are you gonna do about it? As he positioned his semi-hard cock on my lips, I realized it wasn’t a rhetorical question and he was awaiting and answer from me. “Uhh… grab your ass with my two hands and pull you deeper?” I said stupidly. On my answer, he chuckled and without warning slammed his cock in. I choked, shedded tears, pummeled his thighs, spitted bile and saliva, swallowed back my puke. He just did that, raped my mouth. “You fucking whore… I almost come! Phew! Let me fuck you now” an exhilarated Mickey announced. I was happy to turn around. My throat was on fire. Mickey took the popper and made me sniffed a couple of hits. Then he took the lube and fingered me gently which was a nice contrast from the onslaught I just got served. He was staring at me strangely. “Open up you little liar! I let you fuck me, pretending you were neg, stealthing me after trusting you.” “Oh fuck, the lies!” I thought. I will be forever a stealther in his mind. “The fuck I will give you is going to be brutal. I will give it everything I have, every ounces of my flesh will contribute to this fuck. I don’t seek revenge. You are not an enemy. You brought me a freedom that I must have longed for a while otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed to let you or anyone fuck me bareback and cum in me. Look at me. I like you a lot and I would like to see you again, even if… you know… I become poz.” With that he leaned on me and brought his lips against mine for few seconds. How warm lips! I was astonished. Here in a bathhouse, a guy I helped to be fucked by Magoo and other poz men, Mickey was making a love declaration?” “You… you have a boyfriend…” I said timidly. “A boyfriend you fed a full-bladder of piss! he chuckled. “You know? I replied astonished. “Sure! Your “grandad” and I planned it.” Mickey was now lubing his cock. “You planned it with…” "Uh huh..." responded Mickey as he was giving me is fine hunk of fuckmeat. “and to be honest, we planned a lot of things over the last few weeks, but I will tell you more after I fuck your brains out! Time to breed you again!” he simply said.

Andrew felt dizzy as he exhaled, his uncles lips leaving his. He knew it was wrong, they were related, it was incest. But his head couldn't wrap around why, suddenly he felt it, a hornyness coming from deep inside him. Sat in his Uncles lap, he looked into his eyes and again kissed him. Dom's tongue battled against him, Andrew's body was on fire, all he knew was that he needed to kiss him. He needed to kiss his uncle, badly. Grinding his pert ass into his uncles thick pierced cock, feeling as it left streakes of precum all over his lower back and his jeans. He felt his Uncle bite down on his lip, he whimpered. Andrew needed this, he needed the love of his older Alpha Uncle to tame his inner fag. He felt his Uncles rough hands, reach around him, feeling them pull at the hem of his shirt. Pulling off his shirt, Andrew broke the kiss, glancing around the room as he now saw several alpha men, now all idly playing with their cocks watching his Uncle accost him. The horniness crashed into him like a wave, knowing that all these men were watching him get fondled like a cheap whole. He turned back to his Uncle, and kissed him hard, he knew he needed to show all the men in the room what a fag he was. Turning around in his Uncles lap, Andrew now faced Dom. Doms hands grasped his ass cheeks, groping them and playing with his jeans exposing Andrews ass to the whole room. "Now now Dom, Father will be first to fuck the little fags cunt. We just need to get him nice and twisted" A hand traced up the small of Andrews back, Poz Pig was stood behind him. Resting a hand on his on his shoulder, Andrew broke the kiss with his Uncle, just as Poz Pig, his thick hanging cock visibly leaking precum onto the floor, picked up the pipe again. "Suck on Daddies Poz Glass cock" He said, holding out the pipe. Andrews lips wrapped round the pipe, he had never dreamed of trying Tina for the first time today, let alone whilst committing incest. He too a deep drag, just as he began to relax, Poz Pigs' hand quickly covered his nose and mouth. "Keep it in fag, we guna get you nice and twisted for Father, your conversion is guna be sweet!" Andrews lungs cried out, and wave after wave of high crashed over him. When finally he was able to exhale, Poz Pig had him drag from the pipe again, he was helpless. A smile was spreading across his chemed up face, and Andrew felt warm all over. His cunt was grinding into his uncles hands as he collapsed onto Doms chest, he was fucked. "The boys good and messed up now, can't believe you got him to come" A voice sounded off in the distance. "Yeah the little fags been practically eye fucking me for a year, ever since his boy pussy turned 18 I've been dreaming of this day" Dom replied. Andrew held on tightly as his Uncle picked him up, carrying him in his arms his body felt relaxed. Looking around he could see he had the attention of all the men in the old church hall. He stared at all of the cocks he went past, some guys were sucking each other off, passing pipes between them. But the focus was on him. "Please fuck me!" Andrew blurted out, he couldn't help it. His hole was on fire, and he was desperate for anyone to fill it, he knew what it meant. He knew that if anyone fucked him in that room, he would be knocked up, permanently. He didn't care, he just wanted a load, any load. Especially his uncles load, Andrew desperately wanted his Uncles dirty poz load. "Shh boy... Uncle Dom's guna give you his strain soon boy, just gotta wait for Father first" Dom spoke softly, barely whispering. He lay Andrew down on a dirty mattress on the dias, and ran his hands down to Andrews jeans. Rip! The sound of tearing fabric filled the room as Uncle Dom ripped off Andrews jeans and underwear, leaving him naked and exposed on the mattress. Andrew gazed down on his body, his cock was tiny, shriveled. Though he was horny as fuck, there was no way he was guna be fucking anyone. That was the point, Andrew knew that his place as a fag was to take every load he could. Uncle Dom stepped away and Andrew turned his head to approaching footsteps. Father had arrived.

Uncle Dom walked towards him, a black harness strapped across his thick and hairy chest. Nipples were weighed down with thick metal rings, and so was his cock. Andrew gulped, he watched his uncle lazily walk towards him across the church hall. His thick cock swinging, the thing was massive, Andrew couldn't take his eyes off of it. He tried to convince himself that this was weird, that he should run, but his feet stuck to the floor. "Andrew, I see you made it" Andrews eyes darted from the thick cock infront of him, to the handsome face of his uncle. "Um, I.. uh" Andrew stammered, this was all too much. His Uncle, the man of his dreams was stood right in front of him, beads of sweat running down his hairy chest. A large Biohazard tattoo emblazoned proudly beneath his navel. "Come meet some of my brothers" Dom grabbed his hand, completely ignoring the stuttering twink infront of him. He didn't care that he was naked infront of his own nephew, his own flesh and blood. He did care, his thick pierced cock twitched at the potential this scene had. It had been Father's idea, he had asked the congregation for new blood, Dom had kindly offered up his male relatives. Andrew was led across the room, to a group of lads sat around on some broken pews, each of them scantily clad. They each bore plenty of tattoos; scorpions, biohazard symbols, devils. Each of them also were adorn with plenty of metal. Andrew could see plenty of barbells hanging from nipples, and bull rings in noses. Besides his Uncles own Prince Albert, he could see plenty of others alongside a load of other different cock piercings. The skinheads all turned to appraise the fresh meat that had turned up at their door. "Whose this fag?" A pale skinhead asked, he had "POZ PIG" emblazoned in wicked looking letters across his chest. Andrew immediately glanced at the floor, he didn't know what to do. Immediately he felt Doms strong hand rest on his shoulder. "The fans my nephew, he's here to convert" "Oh is he? Huh fag? Want to join the dark ones church? Ready for his gifts?" Andrew didn't know what was going on, he looked up and met Poz Pigs gaze. The man was now standing inches from his face, he was skinnier that his Uncle, but he was wiry. Andrew shrunk a little, he knew he couldn't face up to a man like him, better to roll over. "I.. uh, I'm not sure I'm supposed to be..." A slap landed across Andrews face, his eyes watered a little bit, his gaze returning to the floor. His eyes caught a glimpse of his uncle, smirking, his cock now fully hard watching this play out. "Oh your supposed to be here fag, Father said so. Now be a good little fag and know your fucking place" Poz Pig spat the last words into Andrews face, his hand now resting under his chin. Andrew winced as his face was upturned to Poz Pigs, his body was so close, he could feel the head of his pierced cock press into his stomach. Now the energy of the room had shifted, the commotion had roused a few onlookers from the rest of the room. Uncle Doms 'brothers' were now all eyes on Andrew, as they watched him look up into Poz Pigs face. Another smack landed across Andrews face, the hand under his jaw holding him in place. Andrew submitted, part of him slipped away. He had never really thought of himself as a submissive person, but as he felt the eyes of all these alpha men and his uncle on him, he couldn't help it. He struggled to meet Poz Pigs gaze, he knew now that he was at the bottom of this particular food chain. "Ease up on the fag, its his first day" Uncle Dom stepped in, he knew when to assert his dominance. Placing his big hands on his shoulders, Uncle Dom steered Andrew away from Poz Pig and towards the bulk of the group of 'brothers'. Taking a seat at one of the pews that were piled up in the Church Hall, he directed Andrew onto his knee. Andrew still reeling from his submission to Poz Pig, didn't think twice sitting on his uncles naked leg, inches away from the thick cock that had only hypnotised him minutes ago. Uncle Dom rested a strong arm around his waist, securing Andrew onto his leg. He wasn't going anywhere unless Uncle Dom let him. A few men from across the hall had turned back to their smoking and conversations, but a few had not. Big white clouds erupted irregularly from the groups, the smokers attitudes steadily changing. A bong was slowly making its way round Andrews captors group aswell, passing from hand to hand. "Fucking good shit Dom, guna make today's service so fucking good" Poz Pig was surrounded by a thick cloud of white chemical smelling smoke. "Thought I'd bring the good shit for my nephews introduction, the fags not guna know what hit him" Andrew squirmed in his Uncles lap, then action only prompting Doms arms to grip him tighter, pulling him further into his Uncles crotch. Andrew could feel his Uncles thick piercing press against the small of his back, his cock pushing underneath his shirt. "I.. uh" "Quiet now boy" The command came from his uncle, again Andrew felt the call to submit. Where was this all coming from? he wasn't usually so docile. The glass pipe changed hands one more, his uncle releasing Andrews waist to accept the gift. The lighter burned as Andrew watched his uncle fill the pipe with white smoke, his big hands clutching the glass bong. He watched as the pipe emptied and his Uncle place it on the pew next to him. Andrew knew what was in the pipe, he knew what the biohazard tattoo in his uncles lap meant. Andrew turned to look at his Uncle Dom, his eyes glassy, he was looking at Andrew. A need was in his eyes, and Andrew could only oblige, leaning in Andrews lips parted as his Uncle Dom shotgunned the Tina into his lungs.

Part II A week after I talked to the guy I have fucked and stealthed, he called me. I was at work, so I couldn't answer it. But when I got home later, I returned the call to see what he was up to and if he wanted me to fuck him again. "Hey, man, what's up", I said when he answered. "I'm kind of desperate", he said. "I went to the doctor last week and today I came back there to take the results of some exames..." "You better? That flu is over?", I asked. "Man, I have HIV", he said. "It's so fucked up, I'm gonna die." "It's not the end of the world", I said. "A lot of guys have a normal life with the virus, you will get used to it. Why have you called me? Worried that I caught it from you?" "It's kind of the opposite", he said. "Are you sure you are neg? I mean, you are into that bareback stuff" "I'm poz too", I said. "But you didn't get it from me, we used a condom" "You sure it didn't break without you seeing it?", He asked. "Man, I would feel if the condom was broken, I checked it after we had sex. I'm telling you, the condom wouldn't break by itself" It was not a lie and I did check it. The condom was broken because I broke it. And I indeed checked it after we had sex. "I always had oral sex without a condom on, it must be that", he said. "Man, it's not healthy to be thinking about that. What passed is past. What you can do now is taking care of yourself. Wanna come over? We can talk, you will see that I have a normal happy life, living with the virus. And maybe we can have a little fun". "I don't know, man, the doctor said I shouldn't". "I can't get it again, and now we don't need condoms anymore. It will be fun". "Can I crush at your place?", He asked. "I really don't want to be alone and I don't have any friends in this city. I'm freaking out a little bit". "Take a bag and put some clothes in it, you can stay here for the time you need me. I'm here for you, we are part of the same brotherhood now and we protect each other". "Thank you man", he said. "I really appreciate it. And I'm sorry about that, but you were good to me the other day and I don't have anyone to talk about this shit". "I get it, I freaked out too. Come oven and we will talk. I will message you the address." I had a huge smile on my face when we hang up. I could have pozzed a lot of guys by now, but he was the first one that I knew for sure that I did it. My first-born. Pregnant with my toxic babies. It was really hot and my cock was rock hard in my pants. Half an hour later, he was knocking on my door. His eyes were red like he was crying and he hugged me tight. "It's gonna be ok", I said. I lead the way to the living room and we sat on the couch next to each other. He hasn't talked yet and I had my hand on his back. "How it happened?", He finally asked. "I think we will never know, but I assure you that it's not the end of your life." "I knew it was risky to let strangers fuck me, but I was always careful, I swear. And I use a condom when I top too." "Well, it will always be risky, condoms can break, cum can leak, you can get it from a blowjob...", I said. "But now you can treat yourself and you won't have to worry about it anymore". "You say it like it was a good thing". "It's not bad either. You can have a lot of unprotected sex and you will not get it again". "I swear I'm so pissed right now that I could have a lot of sex and pass it on to other guys", he said. "You can do that, I sure did", I said. "When you found you that you have it?", He asked. "About ten years ago, I was young and naive, but look at me now, I'm still here and don't plan on going anywhere". "The doctor said that when you take your pills, after some time, you can't infect other people", he said. "He is right, but when people don't know their status, they are dangerous. The risk is higher when you have sex with a person that don't know their status. Or when a guy don't take those pills, like me." "Why would you do that?", He asked. "The side effects are not that good for me, but it changes with each person.", I said. "And you still have bareback sex!", He was surprised. "Well, everyone knows the risk, I'm not fooling anybody. When the guy is smart, he asks for a condom, like you did." "Yeah, and look where it brought me", he said. "Man, I really want to fuck around, am I a bad person?" "Not at all, they did it to you, so you want to give it back, it's absolutely normal. And a little hot, you must admit it", I said. "Man, I'm horny since I got those results, I don't know what's going through my mind, I'm messed up.", He said. "Being poz make you horny?", I asked. "Because I'm poz too, and I think we are both horny now." "I don't know, bro. I'm still freaked out. I think I will never have sex again in my life", he said. "Or I could raw fuck you now, pound your ass here on my couch, make you feel so good that you will forget everything. I want to put my poz juice inside of you. What do you say to that? Wanna share this bond? We will be connected forever. Let it out of your mind, be a proud poz gay. Or you can be a pussy and hide in the dark, it's up to you, your choice only." "I was looking for poz on the internet today and I found some videos of people into this stuff", he said. "And how did you feel?", I asked. "I'm so embarrassed with myself, but it was hot. I didn't know that it was an actual fetish. I wanted to cum so bad, but I didn't, it would be wrong." "You saying that your cum is inside you since you discovered your new status?", I asked. "Yeah" "I have a new plan, I usually don't bottom, but fuck that. Give it to me, I need your cum inside my guts. After that, if you are still turned on by this shit, I fuck you too and we mix our fluids. Deal?", I asked. "I mean, I guess we could try...", He said. "You are already horny, I am too. Let's do it and tomorrow we think about what is coming your way." The guy was still confused by the situation and a little shocked for felling horny about poz sex. Everything was happening really fast. But I knew I could talk him into it, so, I started kissing his amazing poz lips.

PART 11 There I stood, naked from the waist down in only a T-shirt. My legs were still a little rubbery from balancing myself while the last guy had fucked me. And my dick was still rock hard. The adrenaline and endorphins kicking thru my 18 year old body, combined with the raunch of where I was with all this porn and the smell of cum all around me, knowing guys are getting off in the booths around me, was almost too much to take. My senses had long since gone to overload. It was like being starving and then getting to eat at the best buffet you could imagine. And even though my legs felt like jelly and my hole was already a little sore, I couldn’t shut it off, that feeling of needing cock and cum. And now here I was, with multiple loads already in me, standing naked in front of a total stranger. Thru the glare off the screen I could get a decent look at him as we sized each other up. He was definitely in his 40’s and tall, really tall. And very thin. He was mostly balding and had his hair cropped very short, which combined with his mustache just made him extra hot to me. This time it was me thst closed the distance as I reached out and stroked his cock thru his pants. “Still hungry?” He whispered. Without a word he tugged my shirt off and then he slipped his shirt off and his pants. We were both totally nude in the booth. And now seeing him naked, I just wanted him more. He had to be st least 6 4” and something about how thin he was just made him sexier. And then there was his cock. It was gorgeous. He was more than half hard already and I could see a perfect cut cock, at least 8 inches with a nice prounounced head and just the slightest upward arch along the thick shaft. And his massive balls hung low as they sagged below. I began to slide to my knees but he stopped me. “Turn around boy. Bend over and show me that ass,” he whispered in my ear as he spun me around. I put my knees up against the bench and spread myself wide for him. I could sense as he slid down on his knees, putting his face level with my ass. “Fuck yeah” he whispered, “look at that hole. All that cum. Fucking hot boy.” I responded by trying to spread even wider and pushing my ass out. I felt him gripping my ass cheeks and then his beard as it brushed my ass cheek. And then he was rimming my hole, even more than that, he was devouring it. I bucked uncontrollably as he held me in place. I am sure I made noise as I gasped and sighed as my body shuddered while he made love to my hole with his mouth. The way he teased and licked and literally fucked my hole with his tongue was almost beyond what I could take. It felt so good, and with my hands holding me up, my hard cock just swayed in the air leaking precum as I ground my ass back. Then he was up and I could feel him as he bent over me. I felt his hot breath against my neck as he spoke to me. “How old are you boy?” I whispered my age back. “18 and in an adult book store getting fucked. And taking loads. You horny little fucker.” “It’s my first time here. I just... I really like getting fucked and the guys didn’t want to use condoms so I...” i drifted off, unsure what to say. The whole time I could feel his cock resting in my ass crack, driving me crazy. “I don’t like condoms either.” He whispered as he breathed hot and heavy in my ear. “That’s ok. I don’t... I don’t like them either. You can cum in me.” I whispered urgently, my need for cock overpowering me. “Yeah. You fucking like having a guy cum in you don’t you? I have a huge load for you. Do you want it? Do you want me to cum in you?” He asked as he grinded against my hole. “Yeah. I fucking want it please. You can cum in me please.” I practically begged. And now his hand was down there and I felt the pressure of that hard cock as it forced my hole open. “Yeah open up for me. Open up that hole.” He whispered as he drove his cock into me. I concentrated on relaxing my hole as he worked it open. With all the cum me cocks I had already taken, it wasn’t long before my hole blossomed for him and he began to fuck me harder. Leaning over me again he whispered “what’s your boy?” I managed to whimper out my name. “Chris, you have such a hot right hole. I want to fuck it again. I’m gonna leave you my number to call me when you need more cum. Do you want my cum? Want me to cum inside you Chris?” “Please. Please cum inside me. I want it. I want it so badly.” I did beg this time. “It’s such a big load Chris. My balls make so much cum. I want to flood you so bad. Is it ok that I have hiv?” He whispered in my ear. An electric jolt went thru me. I had a an hiv oositive cock inside me. A really big cock that was hitting me so deep and felt so good. And that breath against my neck and in my ear and the feel of his hands pulling my hips back to meet his body. My body made the decision for me. “It’s ok.” I whispered so quietly I wasn’t sure he heard me. Then he kissed my neck. “I’m gonna give you my load in a few seconds Chris. And I’ll be in you forever. You want that fucking cum Chris? Want me to shoot my load inside you?” He said thru clenched teeth. “Please! I want it I want it I want your cum.” And I did. I was pushing back bf when he gripped my hips extra tight I pushed back hard to make sure that cock was as deep in my guts as it could be when the first jets of cum pulsed out of the head. “Fuck yeah, take it chris. Take that fucking load.” He grunted as he bucked and jabbed his cock deeper with each throb of his cock. I clenched and pulled at his cock with my hole, trying to milk every drop out. As his orgasm subsided and he came down, he slowly slid out of me. We were both silent as we dressed. Then he handed me a piece of paper. “That’s my number Chris . My place is only a few minutes away. When that hole needs more cum, you call me, ok?” Taking the paper I nodded. Looking closely at me, es asked quietly, “are you ok with that poz cum inside you right now Chris? No regrets?” I was nervous as hell but I wasn’t regretting it. “No...I... i liked it.” He smiled and ruffled my hair. “Don’t make me wait for that hole. I want it again. Soon! And call anytime. No matter what time it is, when you want my special cum, you just call Rich” And then the door was open and he was out and the door closed again. I wasn’t sure my legs would work to get me to the parking lot. Finally, I took a deep breath and opened the door and walked out. As I wobbled out, the clerk looked at me and winked. I had been there over an hour and had taken four loads. And Ted.... he had told me he had hiv and I still couldn’t stop. And now I had his number. He was so hot. Safe in my car, the reality hit me and I got the shakes a little. I was 18 and had just had unprotected sex it’s four guys and one for sure has hiv. And Ted was so hot and his cock as perfect. And when he can his cock throbbed so hard it felt like it must be pumping jets of cum. And he told me to call anytime. Like he knows I can’t resist him. All of this rushed thru my head. And I knew even then, I was gonna call ted. It was just a matter of how long i could hold out. And the bookstore, oh I was going to be there a lot.

PART 9 I don’t think even one minute passed before the door began to open. I barely had my shorts up and started to panic to make sure I was covered at the same time I looked at the door. What i saw a guy maybe 40ish around 6 feet. He was a little bolder and didnt wait for me to nod back. He just slid through the crack and shut the door and locked it. In the glow of the gay porn on the screen, I was able to see him better. Yeah a little taller than me, so at least six feet and thin. He had on sweat pants and sandals and a T-shirt. There was already a sizable bulge in those sweats. He approached me and his hand went into my still unbuttoned shorts, but he bypassed my cock. Instead, his hand dipped down and I felt a finger slide into my ass crack and run across my hole. His hand slid out of my pants just as quickly and he motioned me up. As soon as I stood, he slipped my shorts down and began to turn me around away from him. And I just let it happen, half out of surprise and half because i was still horny and this guy was pretty hot. I slipped a leg out of my shorts and spread wider, as I braved myself with my hands. I could hear him tugging his sweats down and heard him spit, managing to look back in time to see him using it as lube to stroke with. Again he spat into his hand and rubbed it on his cock. And his cock was... it was huge. Like at least 8.5 inches and thick with a nice big cut head. It was magnificent. It was obvious that like the first guy, he wasn’t going to use a condom. His cock slick with spit I felt him use one hand to grab an ass cheek to spread me open a little, as he used his other to guide his cock to my already fucked and cummed in hole. I felt him push against my barely puckered hole and it gave easily. It hadn’t even had time to close up from the last cock and with the cum coating my hole, he was able to work his giant cock into me. I don’t know if it would have worked otherwise. Later as time went on, I would take bigger cocks but this guy was hung and as an 18 year old almost virgin still, this thing was just massive. And I was taking it. I was almost naked bent over in a bookstore booth, gay porn blaring away, while a guy I hadn’t exchanged a single word with was almost 8 inches into me and continuing to fuck deeper and deeper. And with the first guys cum and my hole already relaxed from getting fucked a few minutes before, I was taking it and loving every second. There was no pain or discomfort. He was working my hole harder and harder and we were not being quiet. Besides him basically knocking my breath out every time he rammed home, I couldn’t keep myself balanced and my hands kept knocking against the thin plywood wall I was supporting myself against. And he was grunting and breathing fast. And then finally to make It competely obvious, he was finally balls deep and now every time he drove into me there was that slap as his pelvis met my ass cheeks. And I was so lost in the fuck and his cock sliding into my prostate that I didn’t care. I didn’t care that It was sleazy and dirty. The smell of sex and cum made me feel drunk. And I didn’t need to know who was fucking me. All that mattered was that he was hot and had a fucking amazing cock and he was in me raw. And I had already kind of figured it out, all these guys here are looking for cock. I gave in and enjoyed every second and didn’t care that everyone there would know I was getting fucked right there in the booth. Eyes closed and head down I took it until I felt his hands grip tighter and felt his pounding increase even more til finally he rammed deep and erupted. Spurt after spurt of cum coated my guts as I pushed back to make sure I was getting it all. He grinded into me as he stayed deep while his cock pulsed and throbbed inside me, as he obviously was trying to put every drop into me. Spent and satisfied that he had put all his cum inside me, he slowly pulled out. Without a word he pulled up his sweat pants and straightened his shirt up. Looking down, he adjusted his still softening rod and covered it with his shirt. I meanwhile was wobbly legged and was trying get my one leg through my shorts so I could pull them back up. Mr Sweatpants paused by the door to give me a second to get the shorts up and then just as quietly as he had slid in, he popped back out after cracking open the door and then shut it behind him. I noticed it wAs darker and realized I had let the video machine run out of credits. I don’t think even twenty minutes had elapsed and I had gotten fucked twice. And had no idea who they were or if i could even recognize them if I saw them. And I hadn’t asked either one if they were clean. I mean who knows, Tim looks healthy and he has it. But then the thought that hit almost right away was did it matter? Would I have stopped those guys if they were did have HIV? If I saw Mr Sweatpants giant cock and knew he was HIV positive, could I or would I want to say no to it? I knew why I didn’t ask. It didn’t matter. I was taking them raw no matter what the risk. It just felt too good. As all this wet through my head in about 30 seconds, I stood to walk out, figuring enough was enough for tonight and I had not been very discreet and didn’t want trouble. As my hand touched the doorknob, it twisted in my hand and the door opened up a crack as another stranger met my stare. Maybe I wasn’t leaving quite as soon as I thought as we gave each other a quick look over. A mutual nod and I was backing toward the bench of the booth as a new stranger entered the small cubicle with me and shut and locked the door.

PART 8 There was nothing else open around the bookstore, which was surrounded by a neighborhood of car repAir places, storage places, and industrial type businesses. I pulled into the store’s lot, totally nervous I would be spotted by someone. I had no idea what to expect still, but I wasn’t the only one there. There was at least a dozen cars in the lot besides mine. Before I could chicken out, I got out of my car and tried to discreetly sneak in. That plan was blown when the clerk immediately asked me for my id. I showed it to him and he looked it over and handed it back, telling me to enjoy myself. I took a quick look and saw the layout. Rows of DVD’s and then an aisle of lingerie and an aisle of sex toys. I was beginning to be disappointed when I saw the small lit up sign advertising private video booths. Without hesitation, I made my way into the back of the store. This area was separated and customers in the front wouldn’t even really be able to see back here. It seemed like a few rows of dark corridors that led to small booths, maybe twenty booths total. Along the wall of the main corridor wAs the list of all the pornos that you could watch in the booths. At least half were gay, which was reassuring. I also noticed guys lurking in the shadows, in vacant booths with the doors open. Not a ton, but these were guys obviously not just watching videos. They were hanging around back there. I pretended to look at the video selection wall, but really watched the guys mill around. Two were old, like real old and I had zero interest. Another one was at least 39 but overweight. A Latino guy just looked a little too gang menmbery. Then I saw him, a guy just my type. He was 40ish and taller than me, probably a little over six feet and thin. His hair was cut very short. He had on a T-shirt and shorts and flip flops. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stared at him. After he looked back and met I stare, he gestured with anod toward a booth near the back of the row. Slowly, he walked in and gently shut the door. I keenly didn’t hear a click of a lock. With a shaking hand that took all my courage, I reached and felt the knob, after makin sure no one was watching me. The door opened and he gestured again with a nod to come in. As soon as I did, he reached over and clicked the lock. The inside booth had a machine to take the money and control the screen mounted to the wAll. He loaded a few dollars and the video sprang to life, as he clicked over to a gay sex scene where one guy was worshipping another guys cock with his mouth. We both stared at the screen, our eyes going back and forth from it to each other. He was rubbing his bulge and i was mesmerized. Seeing this, he opened his shorts and dropped them down stepping out of them and setting them on the bench seat. It was a beautiful cut 7 inch cock with nice full balls. I followed suit, assuming this was protocol. As I set my shorts down and turned away, I felt his hand graze my butt. Instinctively, i spread my legs and allowed the touch. His finger slid between my cheeks and I arched my back to meet it. Suddenly, he was down on his knees and he was spreading my legs further and gripping my ass cheeks. Then I felt it, his beard scratching the insides of my ass crack as his tongue darted out and licked my hole. I bucked but he held on and dove in, licking and sucking my asshole. The porno played, along with the sounds of other booths. The smell of sweet smell ofcum and sex permeated the air. I gripped the wall for balance as I stood bent over having a total stranger I hadn’t ever seen until two minutes ago lick my hole. I was gasping and bucking and trying to keep quiet. He was so good at rimming me. I gave in completely, my cock so hard I knew better than to touch it or else I would cum. Then just as suddenly, he stopped and rose up behind me. Almost immediately, I felt it and knew. One hand on my ass cheek, pulling it open and exposing my hole. The other hand guiding his rock hard cock to my eager rosebud. He rubbed his cockhead against my asshole, driving me crazy. “Ready to eat fucked?” He whispered. “Please!” was my only reply. The pressure increased. I tried to relax, a little worried that he was only using spit as lube. It definitely burned when his steel like rod drove into me and my hole surrendered. Hands against the wall i focused just on letting my hole open, feeling the change as the pain and stabbing turned to ecstasy. He was working it in, as both of us tried not to make too much noise. His cock began to pick up speed and I noticed the spit made things a little less slippery in a really good way. My hole has blossomed and was accepting his big man cock hungrily. It felt so good to have a hard dick fucking me again. And he was picking up speed, really fucking me now. “I’m getting close,” he whispered as he hunched over me. I didn’t plan it or anything but I heard myself replying, “Please cum in me.” As soon as those words left mouth, my mystery man’s thrusts grew faster and more erratic. With both hands on my hips he drove deep one final time and collapsed against me, as his cock throbbed inside me and spasmed, as it ejaculated into me. After a few seconds, he slowly backed out and i clamped my hole shut to try to keep the cum in me. He silently dressed and i hurried to get my shorts back on. As soon as his clothes were on, he straightened himself up and opened the door, slid out, and gently shut it, leaving me still dressing in the booth with the gay porn still playing on the screen and a huge load of a strangers sperm soaking into me. Less than ten minutes had elapsed since I had walked into the bookstore.

PART 7 The next day, I relived the experience at Tim’s. I had almost no regrets. The hiv thing scared me, but not enough to keep me from already looking forward to more. I thought about what had happened after we had fucked. Tim really seemed to like fucking me. He asked me again about the hiv thing and reminded me that In the moment, I had not only been ok with it, I had asked him for it. For his poz cum. Those words were going thru my head a lot. I knew I had said it. And the words had a weird effect on me now the next day. They scared me and made me hArd. It was totally messing with me. And I was still totally getting the “stop doing this, this is crazy” messages In my brain, but I had jerked off three times in the last 18 hours since his cock had ejaculated into me. And I was still horny. I wanted him, even still a little sore, I wanted to get fucked. By 8 that night, I was online and messaging Tim, but he wasn’t on. I waited and waited til almost ten. He must have been busy and I couldn’t just show up. I was so horny at this point, so eager to service him, to worship cock. I figured I would give it a few more minutes. My Dick was rock hard and sex was leading all thoughts. I didn’t see any hot guys on the site . I signed off and as I did, a thought occurred to me. I had driven by it many times and it was only twenty minutes Away, in the business district. I wasn’t even sure if the stories were true about the adult book store, that it was mostly a place for gay guys to hook up. Something about a maze of private video booths with 100 different pornos to pick from and that guys would go into the booths and fuck and suck. The owner of the place was gay and actually encouraged it. It sounded like an urban legend that was fake but what if it wasn’t? What if there were some hot guys, older guys like Tim, just there horny and looking to meet someone to fuck right there in the store? At 10:30 that night with a rock hard teenage cock and a hole that had just become addicted to raw man sex, it didn’t even seem like I had a choice. Even though I was literally so nervous I was nauseous, I was on my way. I was barely past my 18th birthday and on my way to my first adult book store, where I hoped that everything I heard was true and that I was on my way to meet a stranger I hoped would want to fuck me. I didn’t pretend or lie to myself. I wanted to get fucked by an older guy, no condom and no pulling out. And I wanted it so bad.

6. Jay I was empty. Rod had pulled his cock out of me. I had barely kept it together when he had been fucking me, and I was learning that the alternative, not being fucked, was even worse. The only thing that made it bearable was that Rod had cum in me. In the heat and passion of getting fucked, I hadn't even noticed him cum. But as I took my first hesitant steps, I could feel his seed slosh within me. It felt good, to have a man like Rod fuck me. It felt even better to have his load inside of me. "I'm sure you can get more," Rod said. "You've got a great ass." "Thanks," I said, a bit embarrassed. I had played around a bit with girls, but somehow, it had never felt quite right. But this, now, this was totally different. It felt natural to have another man's cock in my ass. It felt right. Now that Rod had pulled out of me, I was empty. All I could think about was how to get him back inside of me. It didn't even have to be Rod. I wanted a dick in my hole. Any dick. "It felt good. Really good." "I'm sure it did," Rod said. "You want to join the party?" He motioned to the balcony door. The lights in the hotel room were dim now, but I could make out some of the men inside. There seemed to be more men, some on the couches, some still standing. All of them were wearing less clothes than before. "Sure," I said. I went to where my clothes were piled up. "Don't worry about those," Rod said. "You won't need them. Besides, you look better naked." I blushed, and followed Rod to the door. He hadn't bothered with clothes either. There was an economy of motion with him; no motion was superfluous. It had been the same when he had been fucking me. Every movement had been done with his pleasure in mind; now, in walking, every movement was done with intention. He paused for a moment at the door. "Ready?" he asked. "Of course." Even this close, it was still hard to make out exactly what was happening in the hotel room. Men were standing as to obscure what seemed like important activities going on in the room. "Should I not be?" "No," Rod said. He reached out and grabbed my ass. "You're more than prepared for this." He opened the door. There was a slight rush of air out, and I could feel the warmth against my skin. I inhaled; it was the scent of sweat and masculinity and a new scent, one that I immediately knew as sex and passion. It was like a locker room, crossed with an orgy. My dick responded immediately. "Welcome back," a man said. It took me a moment to recognize him as Aiden. "You're just in time." My head was still swimming in the electrifying scent of the room. I took a moment to survey the room. The lights were dim, and there was a haze in the room. I could smell a bit of weed, but not enough to account for the cloudiness. It made me think of an opium den; there was something dark occurring here, but I didn't know what it was. "Would hate to be late for this party," Rod said. Aiden had crossed over and was standing by me. He took my arm, and guided me deeper into the room. "I want you to meet someone," Aiden said, as he propelled me into the dark room. "He's been working for me for a while now. I think the two of you would get along well." Even if I didn't know where I was going in the dim room, Aiden did. We headed towards one of the far corners of the room. As we walked, looked around. On one of the couches, two of the men I had seen earlier were now naked, their legs spread wide. Two of the younger men were kneeling, their lips wrapped around the older men's cocks, giving them head. As we passed, one of the older men flicked a lighter. The intense blue flame barely illuminated his face as he heated up a glass bowl. But before I could see what happened next, Aiden gently pushed me along. "You'll find out soon enough," he said, in reference to the glass pipe I had seen. It was a little lighter in the corner than the rest of the room. There was a candle sitting on a table there, and it provided enough light to see the two men standing around it. One was a younger man, maybe just a bit older than me, and right about my height. He was wearing little more than underwear and a pair of sneakers. The other was a hulking black man. He was maybe only an inch taller, but he was far more muscular, and between the muscle and a pair of black leather boots, he seemed far bigger. He had on a pair of boxers. "This is Tucker," Aiden said, indicating the smaller white boy. "And this is Jay." "Nice to meet you, Jay," Tucker said. "And this is Damon." "Hey," Damon grunted. "Tucker, Jay is new here. He's just had a chance to get acquainted with Rod." "Heh," Damon snorted. "Acquainted." He knew exactly what Rod and I had done on the patio, and didn't care for Aiden's polite euphemism for our man-on-man fucking. "Maybe you can help him get to know Tina, and then see where she takes you?" "Hell yeah," Damon grunted again. It was hard not to stare at his perfect, dark body. There was hardly an ounce of body fat on him, and every muscle was visible under his taut skin. I glanced down quickly, but it was hard to tell what he was packing with the loose boxer briefs. I remembered my middle school days, where the rumor among the boys had been how hung the black boys at the school across town had been. I wondered if Damon would re-enforce the stereotype. "I can do that," Tucker said. He reached out and ran a hand down my back, coming to rest on one of my ass cheeks. He paused, just enough to remind me who was in control here. "It's gonna be fun," he continued. "Jay is gonna love it so much." I nodded in agreement. "Right on. I'll be back in a bit. Time for me to find some of my own trouble," Aiden said, and soon disappeared into the stand of men in the center of the room. It might have been my imagination, but more of them seemed naked than just a few seconds ago. I tried hard not to stare, but the thoughts of the hard cocks just a glance away were hard to resist. "This is your first time here?" Tucker asked me. I nodded, not wanting to admit just how naive I was. "That's cool. First time for everything. You partied before?" "Party?" I asked. It seemed like a strange to ask. "You know, Tina." He held up a glass pipe with a round bowl at one end. It was filled with small white crystals. It was the same kind of pipe I had seen the guy heat up earlier. "You'll love it," Tucker continued. He held a torch under the bowl; the crystals quickly melted and the bowl filled with a white vapor. "Just inhale, like you would a cigarette or a joint." He demonstrated it, draining the bowl several times. "Shotgun it," Damon said. He moved behind me, pressing his body against mine. His skin was hot, with just enough sweat for it to slide against me. Chills ran down my spine, directly to my dick. "Yeah," Tucker said. He pressed his lips against mine. "Inhale," Damon whispered into my ear. I did and as I did, Tucker exhaled his hit into my lungs. "Hold it," he said. Tucker made sure that I couldn't exhale by keeping his lips against mine. Tucker's tongue probed my mouth, as the shotgun turned into a long kiss. "Hold it," Damon continued. His dick was growing, pressing against my ass, and it felt massive. It was a rush of sensations, as I tried to hold my breath, even as I was desperate to exhale. "Feel it?" Damon asked. I nodded. "Good. Exhale." Tucker released his lips, and I exhaled. It was a thick white cloud that momentarily obscured his face. As I exhaled, I really started to feel it. It was a feeling of freedom and possibility, of happiness and potential. Barriers that I had erected for myself came down, and anything was possible. "Oh fuck," I moaned, and pressed back against Damon. I wanted to feel his dick, regardless of how big it was. I wanted his dick inside me, filling me up, and challenging the limits of my anatomy. "Yeah, you're feeling it," Damon said. "Another one?" I nodded. "Of course he wants more," Tucker said. "It's your turn now." He put the pipe in my mouth. "Let's do this one right," Damon said, and pushed down his boxers. I felt his dick nestle in my ass crack. It was a perfect home for it. "Make it a big one." I was scared of what I was getting myself into. Whatever the drug was in that pipe, it was powerful and quick-acting. I felt the warmth from it fill my entire body and infiltrate my brain. Even as I worried about the effects of the drug, my ass rubbed up against Damon's thick black cock, to get him as stiff as possible. I exhaled the last of the previous hit, to get my lungs as empty as possible for the next one. "Of course it's going to be a big one," Tucker said. "Just wait for the bowl to fill, then inhale slowly. He held the torch under the bowl. This close, it was easy to see the bowl fill with a thick white cloud. I waited, then Tucker nodded. I began to slowly inhale. I expected the smoke to be harsher, more like weed or cigarette smoke. But it was smooth and easy. "Not so fast. Give it time. Savor it," Tucker said. "Lots of time to have fun tonight," Damon said. He wrapped an arm around me, holding me tight. "I want you flying tonight." I kept my eye on the bowl, draining it on a regular basis. Finally, my lungs were full, and I nodded that I was satisfied. "Just a little more," Damon said. I thought my lungs were going to burst, but I did what Damon told me, inhaling two more gulps of the cloud. "Fucking hot," Tucker said. He took the pipe from my mouth and stuck it in his, sucking down on the thick clouds. "Now, hold it," Damon said. One arm was still wrapped around me, holding me. With his other, he put his hand over my mouth, and pinched my nose closed. "Hold it until I tell you." At first, it felt almost safe, to be under the control of a strong black man. But it didn't take long for my body to demand, selfishly, the right to breathe. I tried, but found such a simple thing was being denied. "You can breathe when I want you to," Damon said. "Come on," Tucker said. He exhaled his cloud in my face, taunting me with his ability to breath at his pleasure. "He's new at this." "I know," Damon said. "That's why I'm doing this." I was starting to get frantic, trying to breath, and was squirming in an effort to escape. But Damon's arm held me tight and his hand was unyielding. He leaned in and whispered to me. "Just think what it's going to be like when my cock is inside you." I shivered. His dick was now a steel shaft against my ass. It was hard to tell if he was leaking pre-cum, or if Rod's cum was starting to leak out of me. Either way, his dick was sliding up and down, pressing against my hole, and demanding entrance. The night had suddenly taken a brutally serious turn. Even worse, whatever I was smoking was keeping me from being scared. The shiver was less from fear and more from hungry anticipation. I was struggling, helplessly, for breath, and my cock was throbbing. "Fuck, this is going to be good," Damon whispered, as he finally released his grip on my face. I exhaled, and gasped for breath. "You want another hit?" Tucker asked me. I hadn't yet caught my breath but I wasn't in control of my body any longer. "Yeah," I said, my mouth answering for me. "I do." "Damn boy," Damon said. "You're a natural at this. We're gonna have to play a lot more." He reached down and stroked my dick. I thought I was going to explode as the sensations ricocheted across my body. "Give him what he needs." We repeated the process, every step of it. Tucker inserted the pipe into my mouth and held the torch. I inhaled big gulps of the white cloud, and then Damon put his hand back over my mouth and nose. Even though I knew it was coming and how it would feel, it was still impossible for me to suppress my instincts to fight back against Damon's actions. "Just relax," Damon said. "We're only just beginning." I tried my best, but whatever was in the pipe was making it hard for me to concentrate. My mind was constantly flitting in all sorts of directions, thinking about my throbbing cock, before turning to my hungry, needy hole, and then skittering off back to my dick. The only constant was Damon's strong hand cupped over my mouth and nose, the band around his ring finger pressed against my lip. As black spots started to cloud my vision, Damon relented. "My turn," he said to Tucker, and released his hold on me. I gasped for breath, as Damon took the pipe and torch from Tucker. He made no effort to move away from me; the flame was close enough that I could feel the heat against my cheek, and could hear him inhale the thick drug. "Big clouds, huh," Tucker said. Damon just nodded, focused on the pipe. He handed the pipe back to Tucker; the young man stuck the still-warm stem in his mouth and inhaled as he re-lit the torch. Damon held his hit for a long time before grabbing my jaw, twisting my head around, and exhaling his hit into my mouth. "Hold it, boy," he said. This time, at least, he let me decide when I had had too much. Still, I tried to hold it as long as I could, before exhaling. Damon was still pressed up against me, his dick still nestled in my crack. I found myself involuntarily grinding my ass against him, eager for him to put his penis into my ass. "Yeah, boy, I know you want it now." His body was warm against me, and for a brief moment, I was at peace. But then, his dick twitched and grew, and my hunger for cock returned. "But first, I think you need another chance to suck on the glass pipe As soon as he spoke, Tucker stuck the pipe back in my mouth and held the torch under it. It was still warm, and it didn't take long before it was smoking again. "Make it a big one," Damon said. He continued, somewhat ominously, "You're going to need it." "He can take it," Tucker said. Nevertheless, I did as I was told, and inhaled deeply from the pipe. I was starting to get the hang of it, and this time, I could feel the thick clouds collecting in my lungs. "Fuck, look at him. He's a fucking natural." "I know," Damon said. "You should feel how his hole is trying to gobble up my dick. He's a hungry little faggot." I tensed at the word "Faggot." It had always been the worst of the schoolyard taunts. I had managed to escape it for so long. But now, it was hardly calling me a name. I had kissed another man. I had let him fuck me up the ass. Now, barely ten minutes later, I was all but begging a totally different man to fuck me. It was hard to deny that "faggot" now fit me. He rubbed his cheek against my neck and ear. The stubble on his face was rough, like sandpaper. It was not the soft skin of a woman, but the bristly whiskers of a man, and despite how much had grown in on his cheeks, I knew if I asked, he would say he had shaven that morning. It reminded me how I just barely had scruff on my face, despite not shaving for nearly four weeks now. He was more of a man that I would ever be, and it was an honor to be his faggot. "Big hit for me, faggot boy," Damon said, as I started to slow down on the pipe. "Get your head up in the clouds." I nodded. I wanted to make him happy, and if that entailed sucking down more of this drug, I was more than willing to do it. Even though I thought I had filled my lungs full, I drained the bowl a few more times. "That's good, Damon said, just as my lungs reached their ultimate capacity. "This is going to be really good." "His first time is going to be one to remember," Tucker said. He took the pipe out of my mouth, and Damon immediately put his hand back over my mouth and nose. This time, his ring pressed against my lips. As the hit of the drugs started to wrap its influence around my brain, my mind once more jumped to wild thoughts and conclusions. I wondered if he was married, and if he was married, whether it was to a man or a woman. Damon must have been reading my mind. "Yeah," he said. "Feel that against your lips?" I nodded. "Yeah, that's my wedding ring. But you know why I come here?" I shook my head. I barely knew what "here" was. much less why these men had come together. "Love my wife. She's amazing. But you know, she isn't into all the things I like." I nodded; it was hard to follow the exact words, the air I needed to think had been displaced by the drugs. "And boys like you, well, boys like you let me do anything I fucking want." "Umpph," I managed to grunt, but only the slightest but of the cloud escaped. I had no prayer of getting more air, and I felt my strength gently sap away. Nevertheless, I wasted valuable energy rubbing my ass up against his cock. Damon's dick was thick and hard, warm with the blood flowing through it. I wanted to feel it inside me. I wanted to milk it dry, and get his load. "Oh yeah," Tucker said. He had just done his own hit, and his words were formed from clouds. "Stop teasing him and fuck him." "Ready for it?" Damon asked. He nodded my head up and down for me. "I knew you were." Tucker was fading out of my vision as I struggled against his grip. I didn't know what I wanted: to give in to the faggot that had been hiding deep inside me all those years? or to escape, and pretend that I hadn't seen who I really was. It was good that Damon was making these decisions for me. He could give me what I needed. "Of course he is," Tucker said. A part of me knew he was standing right in front of me, but I couldn't see him. I couldn't see anything beyond a few blurs, as the drugs took over. Damon's cockhead was now pressed against my hole. "Give it to him." Damon pressed into me. His hand over my mouth was perfect for the leverage he needed to press his manhood into my hole. I was glad that Rod had fucked me earlier; if Rod was just merely large, Damon's shaft was massive; at least an inch thicker around, and several inches longer. Damon didn't give me any chance to adjust, and just pressed himself all the way into me. "Oh fuck, faggot," Damon grunted. "That's the raw hole I need. Fuck you good, and give you my babies." I was impaled on his cock. He slammed in and out of me, each stroke reminding me how I was little more than a fuck-toy for the black man. He still had his hand over my mouth, and it was getting far harder to concentrate. I had already closed my eyes; looking just felt too hard. All that I focused on was Damon's dick, forcing its way into me. "Oh damn! You've got a load up there. Fucking nasty boy." "You better let the boy breathe," Tucker said. In the drug-filled haze, I wondered what would happen if Damon refused. Consciousness was already draining away from me and I didn't know how long I would be able to hold out. But, Damon had one small mercy, and released his grip on my nose. I exhaled as quickly as I could, the thick cloud enveloping my head. I quickly inhaled, terrified that Damon would take away the small privilege of breath away from me again. "Awww. But it feels so good. The way the faggot relaxes his hole. No resistance. Just pleasure." "For you," Tucker said. "What?" Damon sneered. "You think I'm worried about the whore? That's what he's here for. For me to use." "You don't want to break him." "I dunno. You remember last time." Tucker winced. He was remembering something, something he didn't want to remember. I wondered what that memory was. "I do. And I told you can't do it again." "To you," Damon said. His cock was sliding, long, agonizing strokes in and out of me. I was glad that Rod had cum in me; the lubrication from the cum was desperately needed. "I didn't say anything about our tweaker whore here." With that, he slapped my ass. It stung; the last time I had been spanked was when I was six, over twelve years ago. But this time, it wasn't about being a bad boy. It was about being a good boy. About making Damon feel good. Making him feel like a man. Making him feel like he could do anything he wanted. I wanted him to feel good, because that was the way I was going to get his load. Tucker leaned in towards me. "I know that face," he said, as he pressed his lips against mine. His tongue pressed into my mouth. It was far too easy to respond to his kiss. I relaxed. Damon had the experience to know what was coming next, and pushed his steel shaft even further into my body. "You head is way in the clouds," Tucker said. "It's a dangerous place to be." "It's the only place for him," Damon said. "I want to see the two of you share another hit." "Of course." Tucker said. He produced the now-familiar glass pipe, but this time he stuck it in his mouth. It was my first chance to watch him up close, and I stared at the solid blue flame as it heated the bowl. It wasn't long before the thick white clouds started to form. Tucker took long slow hits from the pipe, never letting the bowl completely empty. "That's how a boy hits the pipe," Damon said. "Watch and learn." I didn't have to be told. I was mesmerized by the sight. I wanted to see Tucker get high, just like me. I wanted to know how far he would go and if what his limits were. As I stared, Damon pushed his dick deep in me. He was forcing Rod's cum deeper into me, where it could burrow into my body and become a permanent part of me. I could hardly resist such an idea, and pushed back against Damon. His dick only got deeper in me. "That's it," Damon said. "Your turn," Tucker said, as he finally pulled the pipe out of his mouth. The pipe was hot and still smoking. Thick tendrils of the white cloud sunk down, taking seeming minutes before they dissipated, like the contrails of a high-flying jetliner. He leaned in again, and pressed his lips against mine. I knew what to expect, and had already emptied my lungs. Tucker paused. He closed his eyes and savored the sensation of the drug flooding into his body and taking over. When he opened his eyes, I could tell it was no longer quite the same person as before. He was hungry; he needed something that he didn't have. I understood his desire. I had Damon's cock in my ass. It was enough to take the edge off, but knew what he was feeling. "That's the Tucker I want," Damon said, seeing the same need in the young man's face. Tucker leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. He exhaled and filled my lungs with the thick clouds. As he did, Damon pressed even more of his cock into my hole. "All the way in," he said. I gasped; this was more than just filling me up like Rod's cock. This was practically splitting me in two, and I struggled to get comfortable. Unfortunately, my struggles only meant I sucked more of the cloud out of Tucker's lungs. "It's OK," Damon said. "I know it's a big one. But don't worry. You're doing better than Tucker did the first time." Tucker suddenly froze at the memory. "Yeah," Damon said. "First time I fucked him, he passed out when I stuck it all in. Didn't you, Tucker-boy?" Tucker only nodded. He kept his mouth against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, and prevented me from exhaling the hit. Damon pulled out, leaving just his fat cockhead in my hole. Tucker released his lip-lock on me at the same time, and involuntarily, I exhaled the hit. I shivered. I couldn't tell if it was from the drugs, from being suddenly empty of dick, or from fear of getting Damon's cock all the way back into me. "I'm sorry," Tucker said. "Your cock. It's big." "Oh, don't worry. I know it's big. It's OK. You just need more practice." Damon pushed his cock back into me. I gasped, but forced myself to take it. I didn't want to disappoint or demean Damon by rejecting his cock. He must have noticed, because he continued. "But Jay here, he's taking it like a faggot should." "Did you really pass out?" I asked. "Yeah," Tucker said. "And?" "And what?" Damon asked. "I continued fucking him. He's a faggot. That's what he's here for." Tucker nodded in silent agreement. "He did. When I came to, he was pounding my hole." He put the pipe in his mouth again. It was still smoking, but nevertheless he held the torch under it. As soon as the bowl started to smoke, he inhaled, pulling in deep gulps of the thick cloud. I wondered if he was trying to remember or trying to forget. However, I didn't have much of a chance to wonder. Damon had started slamming his dick in me, each stroke seemingly deeper and harder than the one before. I understood why Tucker had passed out; Damon was a machine, fucking me harder than I had even seen in porn. It didn't seem possible that I could withstand it and I silently prayed that he would let up. However, the prayers were for naught. After each stroke, he slammed back in, harder and more intense than before.

5. Rod "Let's enjoy how good this can feel," I said. My balls were pressed against Jay's asshole, and my dickhead was buried deep in his guts. It was already dripping a steady stream of pre-cum into him. The boy had been hungry to get fucked, signaling it by grinding his fuzzy ass against my face, desperate for every bit of my tongue. I was happy that he had not mentioned pulling out, much less a condom. The only trick now was to get at least one load inside of him before he started to think about the implications of unsafe sex with a strange man. Or, perhaps he was one of the beautiful, naive boys that had become so wonderfully common over the past few years. Raised on a steady diet of bareback porn and little to no guidance on safer sex, they hardly even knew to ask about my status or for a condom. "Oh fuck," Jay groaned again, as my cock pushed a little deeper. Every inch of him was still virgin territory, a landscape of pleasure that I was going to get to explore, enjoy, and ultimately poison with my toxic loads. "You feel so good inside of me," he said. "Come here, boy." I wrapped my arms around his torso, and pulled him down. Up close, I could see his green eyes, framed by the black glasses he wore. He hadn't taken them off when we had gotten undressed; and it helped him seem a little older than the just-barely-eighteen that I feared he was. I didn't bother to take them off. Jay naturally sought out my mouth, and we enjoyed a deep intimate kiss. I allowed his tongue into my mouth and felt him explore it. "This feels so good," I said, in between our making out. "I'm so glad I can do this with you." It was shameless, but it didn't matter. I had paid dearly for the pleasure of his hole and there had been a premium for the privilege of pozzing him up. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel anything less than treasured by me. For the rest of the night, I would constantly remind him of the pleasure he was getting. Hopefully, he would remember this visceral, animal enjoyment of sex. Tomorrow, there would be an intellectual fear, of the risks he had taken, but by then, it would be too late. "Fuck, Rod. Your cock. Inside me," Jay said, as he pushed himself back up to ride my dick like an experienced slut. I needn't have worried about the G. He was flying on the G. It would further reduce the chances that Jay would ask about a condom. Of course, they were remote in the first place. Even I couldn't turn down the feeling of a thick raw cock in my hole, and I was mostly top. Jay on the other hand had all the makings of a true bottom. The lure of raw cock and fertile seed would be too hard for him to resist even sober, much less with the GHB further fueling his depraved needs. Any second thoughts I might have had about dosing Jay were quickly dissipating as he thrust his hole against my body, pushing my cock deeper into his body. He was riding me hard and fucking himself deep all at the same time. He was smiling, his eyes closed in the pleasure of having another man's cock deep in his hole. Of course, his dick was also betraying his base emotions. It was sticking straight up, hard with the slightest hint of pre-cum at the tip. I wanted Jay to have fun tonight. Not so much that I would pull out of him, but I wanted him to always associate tonight with pleasure. Of course, this was not entirely altruism on my part. I wanted Jay to associate pleasure with bareback sex. I wanted him to equate partying with gratification. I must have been staring at him, because when he finally opened his eyes again, he paused for a moment. "This is cool, right?" he asked. His voice quivered a bit; he was afraid the answer would be a no, and his moment of happiness would be shattered. "Hell yeah," I said, pushing my cock back inside of him. He gasped, his dick throbbed, and he clenched his muscles around my shaft. I could feel how much he needed a cock inside of him. "Feels so good to be inside you. To feel you like I really wanted to." "You wanted me?" he asked. He was at that age where every man was beautiful, but so few of them knew it. His innocence was charming and made my balls ache for the possibility to defile him. In between the waves of pleasure radiating out from my shaft, I remembered that I needed to cum inside of him. It was important that I did it before he began to wonder about getting fucked raw. The GHB I did would make it harder to cum, but this was a challenge that I relished. "Yeah," I said. "Fucking hot young man." "Thanks," he said. He blushed. "It's just..." "Your first time, right?" I asked. I already knew the answer; even if he had never said it out right, he had hinted at it. "Yeah," he said. "And?" I asked. "Do you like it? Getting fucked?" I reached out and grabbed his cock. It was shorter than me, maybe only six or seven inches, but it was still thick enough to have some weight. Plus, it was filled with blood. It was stiff, hard, and masculine. "Your dick says you like it." "Yeah," he said. "I do." He pushed his body against my hips, forcing my cock deeper into him. "It feels amazing. Like..." He trailed off, his eyes closing, as he got lost in the sensation of my dick sliding in and out of his ass. He didn't know it, but he had already lost everything that would be precious to him: his innocence and virginity, his health, and his sobriety. In addition to my cock deep in his hole and my toxic pre-cum leaking into him, the drugs were also coursing through his blood. Of course, this was just the beginning for Jay. There would be plenty more of everything for him later. He'd get more dick, more infected cum, and plenty more drugs to ease his transition from good boy to dirty whore. Just thinking about Jay getting used and degraded got my dick pulsing. There was the familiar tingle at the tip as my dirty fantasies and Jay's eager fucking pushed me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. "You're enjoying it too, I think," Jay said. I smiled. "I am. It feels good to be inside you. I'm glad you are letting me share this experience with you." I pushed my cock deeper into Jay, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. It was a low, deep, intense groan, enough for me to feel it in the center of my dick. I tried my best, but it was too much for me. My balls had already clenched up and were ready to unload. "Ohhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuck," he groaned again. It was another deep-shaft massage for me, and I stopped holding back. "Oh fuck, yes," I grunted. A volley of sperm coursed down the length of my shaft, and erupted into Jay. "Fuuuuuuuck," he continued, at the exact same moment my toxic sperm shot into his ass. He wouldn't be able to feel my orgasm, unless I let him know. But, it wasn't time to tell him I was cumming in him. At least not yet. It would come, hopefully after I had a chance to give him a second or even third load. "You feel so fucking good," I said, through clenched teeth, trying not to reveal my body-shaking orgasm. I was happy, because the young boy's hole had been anointed with another man's cum. Jay was just extraordinarily unlucky that my cum happened to be unmedicated, high-viral-load, dirty pozjuice. I slammed my cock back into Jay, shooting another jet of warm cream into his hole. "Oh fuck," Jay finally said. It was the same word, but a different tone of voice. He was back in control of himself, no longer giving himself over to the sexual beast that we had unleashed. "That is so fucking hot. Your cock. So hard. In my hole." "So hot and wet," I said, completing his sentence. "It's hard not to want to go all the way." "I know. I want to feel you cum inside me." I smiled, and nodded. He continued. "But I want to enjoy this ride a long, long time." "Don't worry boy," I said. "I'm good for several loads." "It just..." He stammered a bit, the sex demon was re-asserting itself. "so fucking hot to feel you inside me." He leaned down. A bit of my shaft pulled out of him, and my dickhead rubbed some of my sperm into his ass. "So...right," he said. "I know." My cock was throbbing as we talked and gently working my load into the boy. He had leaned all the way down, his face now only a few inches from mine. Even in the low light of the patio, I saw the familiar glazed look on his face. He was G'ed out, and every sensation would have dark, sexual overtones for him. It was a seductive sensation; he would spend the rest of his life chasing after this feeling. It was the feeling of being a little high and a lot horny, the horniness giving him permission to chase after pure pleasure. "I just...I just....want you." He bit his lip, trying to deny himself the pleasure he was feeling. "I want you in me. Just like this." I risked going a little further. "You like my pre-cum in you?" "Oh fuck yeah," Jay said. He pushed and forced more of my shaft back into his hole. "Oh yeah," he moaned, his eyes closing in pleasure. I stopped worrying. I had gotten the all-important first load into him. It counted for bragging rights; the next load and the ones that followed would just be practice, re-enforcing Jay's very first fuck. "You inside me. Your pre-cum dripping into me." I smiled. Aiden would be pleased at how Jay was turning out. He might have been a bit shy at first and uncertain about the possibilities of two males having fun together. But he was learning quickly and getting used to how good a dick up his ass could feel. He was fucking himself hard on my cock. "Fuck me, please, Rod. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Just fucking fuck me," he grunted. I slammed my cock into him. If he kept this up, between the dirty talk and the tight fuzzy hole on my dick, I was going to cum a second time. "Please man. Give it to me. Give me that hard cock," Jay murmured. He was still pressed against me, his lips right against my ear. He was just whispering, but he was close enough for me to hear every desperate syllable. "Oh fuck, Rod. Don't take it out of me. Your fucking dick, Rod, it's inside me." He reached down between his legs and found the margin between us, where my cock stretched open his hole and entered his body. I felt his finger press against my shaft. He only succeeded in making me drip even more of my pre-cum into his hole. "Oh fuck Rod," he whispered. Jay's body was pressed against mine. He was shaking, but whether from fear, excitement, pleasure or a mixture of all three, I couldn't tell. I pulled him closer to me and his warm skin pressed against mine. He was clenching his hole tight around my cock as hard as he could, not wanting a single millimeter of my cock to slide out of him. "Relax boy. This can go on as long as you need it to," I whispered into his ear. His torso relaxed a bit, but his hole was just needy as before. "Please, Rod. Give it to me. Give me all of it." It was easy to convince myself that he wasn't talking just about my cock, but about everything that my cock stood for: the drugs I indulged in, the forbidden fantasies that I enacted, the money I traded for sex, and the virus that I transmitted with every load of cum. I gave him a long kiss. "I'll give you everything you've ever dreamt of." Of course, nightmares were also dreams. It wasn't my business to know Jay's nightmares; it was my business to act out my fantasies. "But just for now. For me." "Yes?" Jay asked, anticipating a request from me. "Just enjoy yourself. Just focus on the pleasure." "I want to you focus on the pleasure too, Rod. I want to make you happy." "Don't worry," I replied. "You're doing a fine job. A damn fine job making me happy." Something clicked for me at that moment. I remembered that I was paying for this. There was no obligation for me to do anything but enjoy myself. It was my time to be a selfish, greedy fucker, and to use Jay as the partied-up fucktoy that he was. "Oh fuck," I grunted, and pushed my dick further into Jay. I felt the spooge already up there slide past my dickhead. "Oh fuck, Rod. Keep it in me." Did he not know how hard it was not to understand his sex-crazed demands as anything other than begging to be pozzed up? "Give it to me." "Of course, Jay," I said. My cock went back into the depths of his hole. My engorged dickhead and thick shaft pressed my first gift deeper into Jay. Jay deserved it. He was still young and he would have many years of spreading the virus before he would succumb to the ravages of drugs and illness. I wanted my seed to spread, and Jay was the latest in a long line of vessels by which I would infect my entire world. "Fuck, that feels amazing," Jay groaned. "Fucking amazing." "You want more of it?" I said. Jay just nodded; he was gasping for breath in perfect synchrony with my strokes. "Come on," I continued. "Sit on it." I gently pushed him back up, where his body weight and gravity conspired to force even more of my shaft into his body. It was also very clear just how turned-on Jay was. His dick was sticking straight up, just as hard as my cock was. And, just like my cock, there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I ran my finger across it, then licked my finger. It tasted clean and fresh; there was no hint of the virus that contaminated my semen. At least, there was no hint yet. "Oh fuck," Jay moaned, as he settled down onto my cock. "So fucking big. So deep in me." "Just relax," I said. "Just enjoy the feeling of getting fucked. Of my cock deep inside of you." Jay closed his eyes, threw his head back, and grunted in pure pleasure. I wanted to spend all night fucking the boy. I wanted to massage my load into him, make sure that my seed found fertile soil to colonize and grow. But, Aiden would be out shortly to check on us, and he would more plans for Jay. It was a much higher fee to have exclusive use of a boy's hole, and I had yet to meet the boy that wasn't improved with the seed of several men soaking into him. I reached down and played with Jay's dick. The boy had a nice dick, a good length plus a thick, meaty shaft. He was still hard and was still dripping pre-cum. It made my own cock throb to think how turned-on Jay was, and how much he deserved several more loads in him. I would have to cum soon if I wanted one of those to be a second one from me. "Oh fuck Jay," I grunted, as he started to ride my cock, practically milking me for every drop of pre-cum I could give him. "Fucking ride that goddamn cock." "Oh fuck," Jay groaned again. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw the patio door slide open. But I didn't care; Edward threw these parties specifically for us to bareback whoever we wanted and get to breed their holes. Nailing an innocent neg boy on the balcony was not just tolerated, it was expected. "Oh hell yes," he grunted. He had either not seen what I had, or had ignored it. I pushed my dick against his hips, forcing myself deep into him. I held it there, just long enough to feel the familiar, wonderful tingle of an impending orgasm. Jay instinctively knew what to do, and began to rock to and fro on my dick, massaging me to the very edge of orgasm. "Oh god," I moaned. "This is fucking amazing." I stopped trying to hold back any longer. He was practically begging me to cum into him. He didn't care that I was poz. Or, rather, I knew he wouldn't care. He was high on G and his ass would be hungry like never before. The GHB had activated pathways of pleasure that had never been triggered before, and Jay was reveling in the infinitely familiar yet profoundly new sensations. He moaned, "Oh fuck. Give it to me please!" "Oh hell yeah," I grunted. "Oh Hell YEAH!" I turned my head to one side for a second, and I saw Aiden standing just behind Jay, where the young man couldn't see. He smiled at me and gave me a two-thumbs-up sign. Any lingering doubt about permission was erased; Jay's pimp had just given me clearance to seed the young man's hole. Now, all that mattered was getting off and filling Jay with my toxic seed. "Come on, Rod," Jay grunted, "Come on. Give me all of it." The tingle of orgasm had grown, and I was only seconds away from exploding in his ass for the second time tonight. In the quest to infect a boy, depth of seeding was important, as was the virulence and potency of the seed. But nothing really made up for sheer quantity. The more toxic seed I pumped into the whore-boy, the better his chances of getting infected. I pushed my dick as deep as I could and let my animal instincts take over. My balls pulled up, tightened, and a spurt of semen started to barrel down the length of my shaft. "OH HELL YEAH," I grunted, almost loud enough to penetrate the windows of the rooms around me. I didn't care. I was breeding a hot young stud, filling him with my pozcum, and there was nothing between us to protect him. "OH HELL YEAH," I repeated. A second spurt of cum shot down the length of my dick, and deep into Jay's hungry hole. "Oh god," Jay mumbled. "It feels so good." He was having trouble processing all the sensations that were colliding: his first time on GHB, the first night with another man, and certainly the first time getting fucked using cum as a lube. I wasn't surprised that he wasn't able to say much. It didn't matter. My dick was still dribbling my virulent seed into the boy, which was only making the feelings more intense. "I don't want to stop. "Oh yeah," I said. The initial intensity of the orgasm had been expended in launching my seed deep into Jay's ass. The furious urgency had been dealt with, and it was time to focus on my dick. I was rubbing my shaft against every inch of Jay's ass, and working my slime into the boy. "Oh fuck, this is nice," I said. "Hell yeah," Jay said. "It's so warm. So comfortable inside me." "It feels so good. How hot your hole is. How wet you are." "It's fucking hot." Jay relaxed his legs a bit, which only pushed my dick a bit further into him. "So hard." "And so deep," I said. "Nice show men," a voice suddenly said. "A very nice show." It was a new voice, one that had not been with us before. I turned to the side, and there was Aiden, less than an arm's breadth from us. Jay also turned to the sound of Aiden's voice. He turned so fast that my dick nearly fell out of him; only me holding onto his waist avoided that fate. "Oh fuck," he said, the tone was one of fear and uncertainty. "I'm sorry, man. I'm so fucking sorry." "What are you sorry for, Jay?" Aiden asked. He was now just wearing a pair of boxers, the light blue fabric was nearly a perfect match to his eyes. "I mean. Me. Your friend. This," Jay stammered. His asshole was clenched tight around my shaft; he might have been embarrassed by being discovered mid-fuck, but he wasn't going to give up my pole. "This is exactly how I had hoped it would turn out. You men enjoying each other. Each other's bodies." He turned to me. "How's it for you?" he asked. "Fucking amazing," I said. "That's what I like to hear," Aiden said. "Seems like you boys are getting along just fine. But you may want to join the party soon. Our friend Tina just showed up, and I'm sure Jay would enjoy meeting her." "I'm sure he would," I said. "Nor would I mind hanging out with her a bit." Jay looked confused, but I didn't care. I'd explain a bit later what Tina was, and show him just how good it could make him feel. "I'll leave you boys alone. Seems like you don't need much help having fun." "See you in a bit," I said. Jay was still clenched around my dick, not yet ready to give it up. I'd have to ease him into the idea of going back to the party. The one carrot I could dangle for him was the promise that he'd be fucked some more. "You want to take a break?" I asked. "See what the party's like?" "I just," he stammered. "I just like this so much." "I know," I said. "And there's plenty more time for this. Time to do it with me, if you want." He nodded. "I guess." He rocked back and forth on my shaft. I could feel the two loads squish back and forth. "Do you need to get off? I mean, do you want to cum?" I reached down and played with his cock. He was still hard and there was more pre-cum at the tip. I licked the pre-cum off my finger, savoring the sweet, innocent flavor. It was going to be one of the last times Jay could claim "innocent" as a description. The gathered guests would be hungry for a fresh piece of ass like Jay. "I already came," I said. "Twice." "Fuck," Jay said. He was quiet, but his ass stayed wrapped around my dick. "Fuck," he repeated. "I've never even cum in a girl's mouth." "And now you've got two loads from me in your ass." "I know," he said. He was still rocking back and forth on my cock. "Two loads. Inside me." His dick was hard in my hand. He was still trying to fathom what I had just told him, and what it meant for his future. "Fuck man." "You ok?" I asked. "Yeah," he grunted, almost more an animal sound than a human voice. "I am," he said. He was still rocking back and forth on my shaft, stimulating my dick and almost daring me to cum a third time. "Really good." "Let's go inside," I said. "I think you're going to enjoy this party. I think you're going to enjoy it a lot." "This is already been amazing," he said. I gently lifted him off my shaft. It came out clean and glossy, slicked down by my cum. "It's just," "Not what you expected?" I asked. He was a stranger in a very strange land indeed now, and I had to remember that. Jay was learning the norms of how men had sex, and it would be a many more nights like this before he had the same instincts as I did. "Yeah," Jay said. He leaned in and kissed me. "But, so hot. You inside me." "My load in you." "Two of your loads in me."

Part 1 Mr. Magoo was my neighbor in the block apartment where I live. Magoo was a nickname because he really look like the old man cartoon: pretty short (5 ft), bald, round nose and myopic. I guess he was in his mid-seventy. He had a cock to die for, but his blowjobs were outstanding. I can witness for them. It was well-known that every day, right after lunch, he would walk down to the bathhouse and come back in the early morning next day. Anyone trying to reach him had better chance to find him there instead at his place. Once the landlord told me he was wondering why the old guy still kept an apartment. At the bathhouse, Mr. Magoo would appear as an old troll lurking fresh meat in the dark corridors. Like I said, Mr. Magoo gave me unforgettable blowjobs and even if I was tempted for him to fuck me with his magnificent steel-hard cock (it gives me hope to see that, at this age, a man can still have a solid erection!), I always resist: he was poz. Me, well, I am 23, completing a degree at the local university in Montreal and still looking for prince charming. Don’t get me wrong, I am no virgin (lost it when I was… well… lets say way younger but this is another story), but I ain’t no slut either. I always play safe, don’t get fuck or fuck often. The most adventurous sex I had would be qualified as vanilla sex. I’d chicken out every time it might be “dangerous”. So, bathhouse was definitely out of the list for me. In fact, I never been in one. Grindr was just a fantasy, I wouldn’t never agrees to meet anyone I didn’t know. You can picture me. With covid confinement restrictions and school courses remotely, I almost never got out of the apartment like everyone else. So I thought. Except, Mr. Magoo would still go out and returning as usual as if nothing happened. One morning, horny as shit and web porn not providing any relief, I heard the old man coming back from his night. I thought why not? The man gives a mean blowjob and it is kind of a thrill for me to have sex with older men, even if Magoo looks like he could be my grandad. “Hey Max” “Hi, everything’s alright?” “Oh yeah, just back from the bathhouse”, he said smiling. He was squinting his eyes like he was trying to locate me in the corridor. “I still have a warm load deep in my ass from the front desk punk. The one with purple hair” he told me like I would know who the guy was. I started laughing. Mr. Magoo was more depraved that I would ever be. “Wait! What? Aren’t they supposed to be close?” “Yeah, they are…” “But how…” “The front door sign says they are closed, but the back door is unlocked… so…” “Lot of guys?” “Yeah, it’s business as usual. Monday, it was packed, though. You want to come with me tonight?” “Euh… no… I mean… you know… I don’t go there…” “A shame. You would get a lot of action. You horny now?” “Kind of…” “Come with me, I’ll suck you dry.” It was the first time I got in his apartment. It was almost empty beside a dirty mattress on the floor that look as old as Magoo, a chair and a small round table. The carpet had various dark stains and a strong and very unpleasant smell assailed my nose, like a stench of rancid piss. If I didn’t know better, I would have said that Magoo was squatting the place. The door wasn’t even closed that Magoo pulled my shorts down, drop to his knees and engulf my semi-hard cock, pulling out his tongue and lick underneath my balls. He was like starved-animal, sucking me like he would run out of time and die before he finished me. Well, he did reach the finish line! I had to pull him off my cock as it becomes hypersensitive after I cum. In the few minutes of his cocksucking race, he found the time to unzip his pants, jerked (his awesome cock, did I mention it?) and sprayed his load on my Vans shoes. The look on his face (surely mine as well) showed a satisfied man. “Gawd…! I needed that. Thanks!” As I pulled back my shorts. “It was delicious as always. Your welcome…” then his face expressed hesitation, “I… Max… I need your help with something…" What do you want me to do? The man just got me off, definitely lives alone, who else can he asked? I might not be the most outcoming guy, but I was not a selfish prick. And the man has been always nice to me, never refusing to dive on my cock without having to reciprocate. "Would you help me?” So without thinking about what he needed help, I just answered “Yes, sure”. I got back to my apartment, still trying to figure out how could have said yes to help Mr. Magoo? I should have told him “no, I can’t”, “please find someone else”. Instead, I saw an old devious man grinning at me like a 14-year-old teenager can do, his eyes twinkling with irrepressible mischief. “It’s simple. I need you to come with me at the bathhouse tonight”

Love from the tap , love piss on me in me !

Disagree. Exhibit A: [think before following links] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeremy_Meeks Case closed 😁 (But now I fear because he's multi-racial the next discussion would be if Maya Rudolph is black or white... 🤣 )

Omega, cod liver oil or chia helps

Taken Over 30 loads at a sex club in Atlanta. And in between fucks I had a dude find used condoms in the trash cans and empty the loads up my ass.

That's the current scheduling. Sadly can't do anything about that. I think the general idea for the role out is that as many as possible should get the first jab to increase resistance. The likelihood is that this will need to be a seasonal vaccine like flu.

There has been anecdotal evidence showing milder or less infection rates, but nothing confirmed by scientific studies.

All depends on situation. If I’m bottoming in a sex club I like to get as many loads as possible. For me 5 loads in an hour is better than 1 load. An hour long top would not work fo me!! Unless he could give me multiple loads.

Need I say more. 😈

Tonight. Worked late on a problem and got a motel on work side of town. Guy said I could suck him but fucked me instead after a few drinks. Bare in my motel

Part 11 Jesus was fucking a dude. That was the scene we walked on arriving at Magoo’s room. The door was wide-open. The two biker-like guys that I saw earlier at the sling were watching, jerking in a voyeuristic fashion, I mean jerking openly for all to see. Magoo looked disconcerted but only for few seconds. “This is what you get when you are too nice with people…” gloomed a displeased Magoo. He got in the room and I thought he would kick Jesus and his trick out. The dude was on his back, legs raised over Jesus’ shoulders at the head of the bed. The old man unceremoniously shove his dick in the bottom’s mouth causing the poor man to choke. I moved closer not wanting to stay in the corridor. And to better watch… A grinning Magoo’s face greeted me. Magoo pulled out and pushed his balls over the bottom’s chin. Because of Magoo’s short height, the dude’s head was trapped between his legs, bent against the bed side, putting an uncomfortable pressure on Magoo’s nuts which were desperately looking for more space. On the other hand, all the dude could see and smell was Magoo’s cum wet hole. Magoo started stroking to hardness his cock, causing the nuts to roll in their sack over the dude’s chin. I reached down and pry the dude’s mouth open with my fingers. Without wasting time, Magoo shifted his body and the nut sack got swallowed by the welcoming warm mouth. Magoo grab my hair in a fist and pulled me closed, like for a kiss. Instead, he spitted on my face. “Fucking hot!” one the “bikers” said. “When I am ready to fuck, you will lie down here, and I will fuck my poz babies in you. And you will thank me. Thank me for your first official poz load, thank me for sharing this special gift with you and thank me for give you a freedom you would never be man enough to ask for”, he then spitted at me two or three more times. With his other hand, he fed me the gooey spit, even spitting directly at my mouth, spreading it on my tongue. The taste had a bitter aftertaste. Then he kissed me, sliding his tongue over my teeth and gums. He stopped briefly, then sealing his lips back to mine, his tongue started foraging my mouth. “Now kiss me back and make use of that tongue! We are going to swap a lot of spit too!” said a jovial Magoo. “Open up”. His tongue went right in my mouth. His tongue was pushing a lot of saliva while his hands were pulling me into him, spreading my butt cheeks at the same time. Two bony hands from behind me started pinching and stretching my nipples roughly. I didn't know who it was, but I didn't want him to stop. I could feel his semi hard dick grinding my ass. “Yeah, get him all hot and horny”, Jesus exclaimed, now long-dicking the dude. Magoo had still his nuts worshipped and was not fully hard yet. The guy behind me was caressing my stomach for a moment, then got back on my nipples. This is not like porn, I thought. This is real and Magoo is leading the way for me to be the star of his perversion. After about ten minutes of kissing me, he broke it off. “Max, this is Bob, a good friend of mine” pointing the guy behind me. I turn around to find that Bob was the highly-toxic-skeleton-man! I was startled and would have stepped back, but there was no place to do so in the room. Bob was smiling at me. “Bend down, I need to taste that ass before it gets all wasted” pushing my head against the dude chest. With one hand, the dude on the mattress moved my head, positioning my mouth over his left nipple. As my tongue flicked over the tip, a hot tongue was knocking at my hole. Magoo kept stroking his dick and was hitting my temple, leaving slimy trails of precum and spit. Jesus sped up his fuck rhythm. Sexy Eddy was very good at rimming me, but Bob! Oh god was he amazing! The soon-to-be-dead Bob was bringing me to a new level of sensations. His tongue reached so far that at one point I had to checked. I suspected it was a finger or a small dildo. Nope! He was only using his tongue, and tongue only. “You feel it? Magoo asked. “Does is really matter if the guy is poz? Quite in Bob’s case, I am not sure “poz” is the right term to qualify his status anymore. But for having been at your place before, I bet you like it very much” Magoo said to me, then speaking to Bob, “wet that hole, make him crave for something more, for cock, for MY cock…!” It was soon over. Bob let go my ass and stood up. I did the same. Bob spun me around and look at me. He dropped the towel revealing a fairly average cock while pushing down on my knees. Bob was sick, and his cock showed it too. “Now, Max”, said Magoo, “suck my friend good” “Before”, added Bob, “lick my cock and balls all over.” I raised my head to Magoo: “Don’t make me do him. I just can’t do it.” “I’m not making you do anything, Max. You will open your mouth, willingly, and your going to take his cock in your mouth giving him a nice tongue bath, lavishing his hard bone, licking the stalk under his foreskin, licking every veins, every sores of his cock, making him feel appreciated. What’s the big fuss? You’ve already had my cock in your mouth for almost half an hour. You’ve tasted my precum and gobbled it like a hungry whore. Was it that bad that you don’t want to do it again?” I knew what to do. I started with his nuts. A big cheer came from everyone, including the dude guy who returned at Magoo’s cock, this time sucking him. I sucked on the nuts, popping them in my mouth, savouring them in a swirled-motion with my tongue, and then popped them out of my mouth. I was on my knees for quite some time. Bob took the cockhead and smeared it over my inflamed lips. I opened my mouth so willingly that even Magoo wasn’t able to retain a laugh. Bob slapped my nose with his hardon. He pushed his head into my mouth and my lips closed around it. I used to be a prude cocksucker, snubbing guys because they were poz. Now I was a full cocksucker and would accept any cock. If Magoo had a checklist on my puritan barriers that would be tear down, he could surely check this one off as well. I ran my tongue over the piss slit, there was no precum, but the cock had a strong taste – another ass probably. The cock was at my throat, it wasn’t long and big enough to make me gag, so Bob humped me again. I had all his cock in my mouth, no feat here, but for me, like any other guys I presumed with average and smaller dicks, I appreciated to be sucked regardless of my size. Bob never asked or forced me to make him cum. “I don’t want to cum now”, he told me wrapping his towel back over his hardon. “The night is still young and there is a nice ass I want to tap later” The two “bikers” left. Hugo popped his head and stood there smiling. My attention was drawn by the dude who started to repeat “oh fuck, fuck” on every second thrust in his tender tight ass. Jesus was growling a litany of obscene words. He was about to shoot his load. He suddenly raised his voice. “Here it comes bitch… Take that load, you fucking slut… Aaarrgg… take my toxic load… I’m cumming…” Jesus continued his thrusting in shallow strokes before collapsing on the dude. Both were breathing hard. The dude wrapped his legs around Jesus’ body and pulled him in, keeping him inside his cum-soaked ass. As if on cue, sexy Eddy showed up a moment later and dragged an exhausted Jesus out of the room. “Lets go fucker, you can rest while I work your ass over!” as Eddy left, turned over looking at me, “we still have few things unsettled, you and me, I hope to see you soon.” Magoo cleared his throat. The dude look at us, realizing where he was. He was a good-looking man, mid-fifty, probably divorced, a dad for sure and not totally out of shape. I enjoyed [banned word] on his body and Magoo laughed at me. “You owe to find yourself a good daddy for you to care” he said amused by my [banned word]. “I wouldn’t mind being his “brother” and you my grandpa”, Hugo mocked. “Get lost” Magoo responded playfully. “It’s almost midnight. I’ll do my round to make sure all his fine. See you later” Now alone, Magoo shut the door closed and checked the lock. He raised himself on the tip of his toes and kissed me affectionately on my lips at first which turned into a full-loving French-kissed. Nothing like the sloppy spit-sharing kiss from earlier. “I know you are afraid, but trust me, you need to do this now or you will have regrets for the rest of your life. If you don’t, I will regret it. I will always remind this night where I failed to be a trusted guide for a young man in needs. I will take my time with you and you will do the same. Sense it all like it would never happen again. Feel, smell, look, taste and touch altogether your new freedom.” We shared the small bed, discovering our bodies like it was the first time. Initiating a sexual desire for each other. Magoo was licking my armpit. I was reveling on the strange sensation while one of his hand was massaging my hole. Long gone was the moment when I accepted Magoo’s request to come to the bathhouse with him (it was earlier the same morning day…), gone was the moment when Magoo offered me his cock to suck, gone was the moment when Magoo had briefly slipped his poz cock in me. All gone, were the fears and the doubts. Magoo had now lower his head to my chest, kissing and licking every inch of it, spending a lot of time on my erected nipples. His fingers were probing my hole more aggressively, inserting a first knuckle, flexing my asslips. He had used his sticky lube again, making my ass hungry. He was preparing me for the first real fuck of my free life, he told me earlier. He handed me the poppers, not decided to use them or not. Magoo was ready to fuck me with his poz cock and I ran out of objections. Nothing would deter Magoo from his goal now except a firm knocked on the door. “Grandpa! Come. It’s your friend Bob! He fainted while he was at the sauna. I think it's serious!”

Wish I had the guts to let this happen to me! A big, hard poz cock pummeling my virgin asshole! It must be incredible to feel a man ejaculating inside your hole!

When I first started on prep I was sent to a doctor who did HIV care exclusively and the waiting room was filled with gay men. Many were chatting with each other which lead me to believe they all know each other. I got called in and was interviewed by a hot male nurse about my sexual habits, likes and dislikes, promiscuity, recent encounters, places I frequent, etc. I think the more I spoke, the more he got turned on and wanted to know more. Finally after about 45 minutes the interview was done and the doctor came in and saw me. He went over some of the information, talked to me about routine testing and follow up and prescribed my PREP treatment and I left. About a month later I was out at a club, it was late, like 1:45am and low and behold I get cornered by the nurse, who at this time was a little drunk. He told me how turned on he got about all the stuff I do and have done and told me I should call him because I'm just his kind of guy. We started talking and ended up going to his place and I let him have his way with me. After that, he made sure to check me in for follow up visits and I'd suck his dick once we got into the exam room. We hooked up a few times after that outside of the clinic but he was a whore and constantly looking for new action, but I still sucked his dick every time I went in for a follow-up. A year later I changed insurance and no longer went to that clinic.

Andrew watched as the colossal hooded man made his way towards dias and him. He didn't have as many tattoos as some of the other men in the room, just a pentacle tattooed above his navel and the phrase "Ave Satana" underneath. What really stood out, was all of his cock piercings, his PA shone menacingly in the dark church. There in the red-light, his massive footsteps pounding on the stone floor. Swinging as he stepped, his massive cock was adorned with a ladder of barbells down the underside, and a thick metal cock ring at the base. Father' colossal muscular body made his way to the dias, and Andrew couldn't help but rub his hole. He was hungry, he needed cock in him right now, and this Father would give him what he desperately needed. Turning now to the crowd of jerking, rowdy men all who watched him. Father spoke. "Brothers, I see you have done a good job of twisting this fag up for his conversion. Thank you" Andrew sat up, Father had approached the edge of the mattress, his wicked cock just centimeters from his mouth. He edged towards it, sticking his tongue out to taste the poz precum dripping from the PA. No sooner than he had a taste, was he suckling on the head of the cock. Father not missing a beat spoke even louder now. "We welcome Dom's own flesh and blood to our Dark Lords Poz brotherhood today, converting him to the debauched piggy worship of the fallen." Andrew gagged, he was desperate to worship this Poz god in front of him. Two hands were now clasped around his head, as Father idly fucked Andrews skull infront of all these men. "Mmm, Dark Lord accept this worship and gift this fag with your sin" "HAIL S@TAN" The room chanted, now baying. Andrew could hear grunting, and the smell of sweat hung heavy in the air. He looked up at Father, his glowing eyes staring into Andrews own. Andrew could imagine it was his real father, that it was the cock that made him he was worshiping now. Andrew pushed the cock deeper into his throat, his mind racing with dirty thoughts of incest. A pair of hands began to stroke his ass, Andrew pushed back, presenting more of his hole to the crowd of men behind him. The hands stroked and probed, playing gently with his hole and he nursed on Fathers cock. He felt a wetness, then a rough finger pushing deep into his hole. Andrew wish he could turn round, again gagging on the big cock infront of him, he wanted to know if it was his uncle playing with his hole. Suddenly his hole was burning, the sensation doubled in power every second. Andrew bucked his hips, he had never felt this horny before, even the hits on Poz pigs glass cock was nothing compared to this. "The fags cunt is ready Father" a voice sounded from behind Andrew, he couldn't tell who it was. Andrew bucked again, he needed cock, he needed a big poz cock in his hole now. The thick cock left his mouth, leaving him feel empty, his eyes desperately pleaded with Father as he slowly walked round the edge of the mattress. "Please fuck me Father, please" Andrew begged "You'll have our dark strain forever, the same one as your uncle, the same as your father, you want that?" "Please, please poz me Sir, I need it" "Beg him for it" gesturing forward, towards the toppled cross at the altar. "Please Lucifer, please knock me up, I need your Poz seed, I need my uncles cock." Father was behind him now, his wickedly pierced cock hanging at the tight winking entrance. Andrews back was arched, he was inexperienced but he knew that he had to, he needed it. Andrew needed a real man to fuck him right, not like the boyfriends he had at Uni, he needed a real fuck. Father's PA pushed against the tight ring, Andrew moaned in pain as it began to push past. Then one by one each of the barbells pushed past the rapidly stretching man cunt. Pushing deep into him, Andrew began to moan, half sobbing he cried out into the mattress. Andrew begged, begged for more cock, begged for his Uncle, begged for Lucifer to convert him. Father was picking up pace now, Andrew could feel every piercing tearing through him. He felt his hole stretch around the mammoth cock, he was still hungry, he needed this poz cum in his hole bad. Crying out as Fathers cock pistoned harder into his hole, a pair of strong hands muffled his mouth. Pulling his head back and arching his back more, he could feel the heavy PA drag along inside him, hitting somewhere deep inside him. His groans stiffled, he opened his eyes and saw his Uncle looking back at him, idly jerking his cock and smoking as he watched his nephew be defiled. Andrew whimpered, looking deep into his uncles eyes and then at his beautifully pierced cock. Andrew may be converted by Father, but he knew he had to have his uncles cock in his mouth whilst it happened. He needed that sin, that worship to the Dark King. Stepping towards him, Uncle Dom obliged. Father dropped his hands to Andrews shoulders, as Uncle Dom placed his thick cock at his lips and enveloped Andrew in a cloud of smoke. Opening to suckle on the sweet poz precun that dripped from the PA, he could feel his Uncle tense. Suddenly hot salty piss filled Andrews mouth, burning with a chemical taste Andrew dutifully tried to swallow. Piss trickled down Andrews body, pooling in the dirty mattress that he was being converted on. Andrew guzzled the chem piss from his uncle, looking deep into Doms eyes, hoping that his Uncle would be proud of him. "Good fag" Dom gently ruffled Andrews hair, pushing his cock deeper into Andrews mouth.

Part 5 I woke up in the room (how did I get here again?!) to a thump, thump rhythm coming from the other side wall. Someone was getting fuck because as I pay more attention, I discerned a muffled voice: thump… Uhn! thump… Uhn! thump… Ahh! Uhn! thump… Uhn! thump… Ow! Almost hypnotizing. Some other voices were encouraging/appreciating with “yeah, take it man”, “fuck him” or simply “hot”. I had a beginning of a headache. My hand went to my hole. No plug. Sore and sticky. Cum must have leaked, maybe lube leftover. As I circle a finger at my hole, I noticed one of Magoo’s shoe on the floor with a piece of paper sticking out it. My index was now deep in my hole, reluctantly I pulled it out and suck it clean. I was still uncomfortable of having a guy shoot his load up my ass, but it was Mickey’s clean load and he was negative too, at Magoo’s damn. I dive my finger back a few times to collect the cum and savor it. As I lick the cum remnant off my finger, I realized how much I liked it. For some reason, it wasn’t the same as when I eat my own cum. Finger cleaned; I extended my arm to grab the paper. In the dimmed-light room, it was hard to read: “After you wake up, swallow the Viagra. Grab the lube and the popper and join me back at the theater space. Don’t shower, don’t piss… and don’t eat all that cum out of your ass, you whore. I dropped your towel at the front desk. Pick up a clean one.” It was signed “Grandpa”… I read the paper a second time, how did he knew I was going to “eat the cum from my ass”? I look back at the shoe, indeed the two bottles were there. The blue pill had found his way inside the dirty shoe, as I tilt it up, another pill rolled down, small and pink. A children aspirin! Yeah, that would help. I popped both pills and lay back down remembering the last few hours. Everything went exactly like Magoo told me: Mickey fucked me bareback, twice as a matter of fact; I fucked him back, lied about being poz, and Magoo and his friends stepped in right after. I don’t think we will ever see Mr. Magoo smiling like this. Unspeakable. After sucking on Magoo’s cockhead for a while as he recounted some of his past encounters. After he left, I went to the showers, situated between the small pool and the dry sauna. Mickey was there alone. He nodded at me, but didn’t say any of his usual derogatory remark. “You alone?”, he asked. “No, not really. I came with a friend” I responded. “The short old man?” “Yes” “He fucks you? “Oh god no! He is poz…” “He could fuck you with a rubber” I replied nonchalantly. “I wouldn’t take the risk. Anyway, he only fucks bareback.” “Huh? Still surprising he can get it up”, he said laughing at the idea. “Yeah, and he has a nice one too. He gives awesome blowjob.” “Urrggh… old trolls sucking…” “A mouth is a mouth, and like I said… awesome…” “I’ll take your word for it.” “You had some fun?” “Nah, just fuck my friend earlier in the sling.” “Oh yeah, it was hot seeing you fuck.” “Really, you thought I was hot?” “Yeah your hot” I replied seeing an opening to put Magoo’s plan in motion “Hmmm… hot enough to put out for me?” “Well… I don’t get fuck… not often… but with you…” “Your hot too and I don’t know what I would give to have a go at your hole…” “Your ass” I said. I can’t believe how easy he was making my task! “What?” “You said you didn’t know what you would give and I said your ass. I let you fuck me, and in return, you let me fuck you. Fair trade.” “I don’t know. I know you but… I’m neg and I am like you, I want to stay that way.” “We are both neg and we both want to fuck each other, so why not?” Here I was, at Magoo’s request, pimping my own ass to satisfy the old man urges. And using the same deceiving tactic Mickey and his friend used on others. Mr. Magoo was a devious stealther. “Okay, lets go in the dry sauna. No ones in, and I don’t want pry eyes.” Here I was on my back in the dry sauna, fucked by Mickey. A royal fuck. Mickey pounded me hard, more than I expected. Who could believe that such slender body can fiercely fuck like a beast? “Fuck off!” Mickey yelled every time someone venture in. Sweat was rolling from Mickey’s stomach directly down to my hole, providing incessant lube. The sloshy sounds added to our moans and grunts were worthy of a class B porn movie. “I’m coming…” Mickey said, still pumping without missing a beat. Suddenly, the sauna door open again. “Fuck… “ SLAP “Shut your mouth, arrogant prick” Mr. Magoo had slap Mickey who had stop mid-stroke. Now, looking at me “You little whore. You won’t let me fuck you, but you let him, HIM! fuck you?!!!” said Magoo in angry tone. “But you are poz and he is not” I replied meekly. “At least, you could have let me watch! I don’t have much pleasure at my age but for sure I would have enjoyed it, even more that your prima donna ass doesn’t get fuck often.” “I’m sorry” I said. “Hey, with his tight little ass, I can go another round for you” stated Mickey to the old man, acting proud to have something the old man can’t get. “Can you?” “Yeah. I mean… he is so hot I might even go for a third time.” “Awesome”, exclaimed Magoo. “Bring your sorry ass to the sling. Time to put a show!” With that, Magoo was out leaving a bewildered Mickey still comfortably lodged in my overflowing ass.

I woke a few hours later and felt my ass. It was starting to tighten back up, but I could still slide my fingers right inside me. My dick was hard, looking at the clock I had a few hours before the straight guy would be there and I still had my poz hottie who wanted me. I knew I was never a slut like that, I committed that after tonight I would stop being a whore and get on the straight and narrow and look for a big dicked boyfriend. That made me think about the script. I got up and went back to the computer sitting on a towel since my hole was so full of cum and I knew it would leak out after that hot guy had his fist inside me. It would have been hot if he took a pick with my phone of his hot sleeve with my hole wrapped around it. Would have loved to have that pic. When I got back, I saw a couple emails I did not recognize as I scanned for something from the clinic. Then I spotted an email from my hot assaulter. I opened it and there was were two pics with his fist inside my hole and his tatted sleeve with my hole wrapped around his wrist. That make me rock hard again and I went on to read his email. It just read; you are a good little whore. I will be at your place at 10 PM tomorrow. Be in the same position and no talking boy. I emailed him back and told him I would Sir. Scanning the other emails there was nothing from the clinic. I decided to rest some more even though I had other emails but thought I should get some rest since it sounded like I would have company over night, but this time set my alarm to be up by 4:45 to make sure I could get the script to the pharmacy or call and all. When I woke, I felt better and still horny as fuck, I started getting excited about the straight guys coming back to use me and hoped that they would not notice my hole had been fisted. I felt my hole and it had all but closed. I got back on the computer and scanned for the script but found an interesting email before and it read. Huge dick needs pussy boy after the gym. I opened the email and there was a picture of a dick, I was convinced it was not real and it read need a pussy boy for my huge horse hung dick. Few can take me so only respond if you will be able to take my dick and cum. I kept looking at his huge dick and red bush and thought maybe it was real, His hand which looked big did not fit all the way around his dick when he held it. I took a chance and emailed him. My cock was leaking imagining what that would feel like inside me. I read a few more and deleted them, not what I wanted. Two average looking guys with okay dicks, but they were both neg. I knew I should have considered them good pics but for some reason I wanted hotter guys with big dicks. That is at the very least what I told myself. The next email was from a guy who had been in prison and big 9” dick on him and he just needed oral. His email said he needed a fag to suck his dick, eat his balls and ass and swallow his load. He asked me in the email if I was a fag boy who loved straight boy dick and cum. I want this guy, fuck I looked at his tats and lean body and huge dick and fired off an email that just read. I am your fag boy! I read and deleted a couple others and kept refreshing to see if either of them responded and an email hit, but it was from my straight buddy and he said you are booked from 6pm to 8PM boy! Make sure you are ass up and blindfolded just like last time. I emailed my straight buddy that I would be ready, blindfold, poppers and lube ready. Then I got email back from the prison guy. It read, only thing fags are good for is service between pussy. Far too man women make me put on a condom since I have been released. Fags, just take cum. I emailed him I was ready to take his cum anytime. He emailed back and said he could come when his bitch went back to work tomorrow, could be ready for 9:30 or 10:00. Warning he said, it takes me a long time to cum so get ready to service my dick, balls and hole fag. My email back read; my mouth is yours for a long as you want it. I gave him my address and told him I would be ready. Asked him if he wanted me blind folded and he said no, you need to see what you are servicing. I got really excited this guy looked hot 5’11 hairy chest, nice bush and that big dick. His balls look big too. I got so excited I forgot to check about the script, that email came in but ended up in my junk mail and I did not find it until 72 hours later. I rushed to the shower and got ready and the got in place just before six. The guy come in and this time they shared me. I was getting spit roasted for two hours and there had to be ten guys. Two shot down my throat but eight of them came in my ass and then left. They called me a whore, cum dump, slut and cock sleeve and a few of them spit on me before they left. I recognized a few of them from their voice or cock but many were new. My poz guy would soon be here and I kept the cum inside me since he seemed to like that last time. The rest of the guy made me feel like a piece of mean and he always made me feel like I could be more than that while he used me like a piece of meat. Weird how different that made me feel that I would not even care he was Poz. I showered up and took a piss sitting down and lost some of the cum, but I was soon on the bed ass up ready like he wanted me, and I heard to door and then felt his fingers on my ass and slide inside me. He then pulled out and spread my hole and eat me out. Tongue fucking me and felching a huge load out and then coming up to me and feeding it to me as he pulled my head up to kiss me and we spit balled it and he finally told me to swallow it. He kissed me for a couple more minutes and told me he missed me. He ate my hole three times this way each time bring me the load and then have turned me over and slowly slide his big cock in my ass and fucked me till he shot his Poz Load inside me. He repositioned and slow fucked me for five minutes and fucked me hard for ten and shot a second load inside me. He whispered that he wanted me to be his boy and for me to take all his cum. I stopped and thought duck he is poz which gave me a minute of pause and then I pressed my ass back on him as if to motion that I knew where his cum belonged. I was loving my time with this beautiful man. He pulled out after shooting his third load and had me clean off his cock and then grabbed his bag and had me get back on my knees with my face in a pillow and grabbed a toy and lubed it up and worked it in my ass. The toy slipped in with not a lot of resistance and he said, glad I brought the bigger ones. I love that your hole opens. He used four different toys on me each getting bigger and then finally slide his fist inside me as my hole swallowed it. That is babe, I could do is moan as his fist worked my poz cum filled hole and he told me how beautiful I was. I even told him I loved him, I hoped he did not hear me as I was not sure why I told him that. He used my hole for thirty minutes and made me cum hard and then pulled out and cleaned up and came back to bed and turned me so he could hole me and slide his rock-hard dick inside me and rubbed my chest as my hole over the next hour closed around his dick and he told me how hot it was as I retracted. He fucked me two more times and hot inside me before we fell asleep. He whispered before dozing off that he could fall in love me with too. I wondered in an out of sleep thinking about him and how hot he was but wishing he were not poz.

You can knock me up 🙂

Part 3 I still had so much cum inside me I went to the bathroom and hopped in the shower and as I was cleaning some cum dropped to the shower floor, I got out and dried off and then found a new jock strap, it was one I got as a gift as the others were not clean. It was purple and read slut for dick. Maybe they would not notice writing on the band or the front. I had no idea what they were going to do with me, but I was horny again for some reason. I have never been this sexed before in my life, I think I like it I thought to myself as I got everything around and cleaned up a little. I rushed back to the computer and looked for an email from my buddy. I could not find one but opened another that said read “No dick tonight” at the header. I opened it and it read, the wives are getting pissed and we can not come tonight. Be ready the same time tomorrow. I was disappointed, here I was sitting there upset they were not coming when I wanted to cancel them all day. I thought now what. I went back to the emails. There was another from that hot Poz guy, he emailed and said he just wanted to jack off with me make out if I was comfortable and play with my hot hole. He would bring some lube and a vibrator and a couple other toys. I loved his hot body and those tatted sleeves, and I emailed him back and said yea I would be up for that. When are you thinking? He emailed straight away and said tonight? Sure, your place or mine? He said he was already on the road and it would be better at my place. I sent him the address and I watched him to open the email and then he responded, be there in five minutes. You are close. I panicked a bit but there is noting to worry about. I put on some shorts and a t-shirt and a few minutes later there was a knock at the door. I opened it and Fuck; I had no idea how hot he really was. He had the most beautiful face, with some scuff and deep blue eyes. I stammered and tried to invite him in and finally got out nice to finally meet you and come in. He did and he headed to the sofa and sat down after dropping his bag. He smiled at me and told me come sit with him and I walked over and sat next to this hot fucking man and he leaned in and kissed me. He started off soft and then grabbed my head and tongued my mouth and broke off after a few minutes and I was dizzy and my hear was pounding. This guy can kiss, he said now I want to see that sweet ass of yours, stand up and drop your shorts and show me that little butt of yours. I hesitated and he leaned in and kissed me again, then he said I will keep my clothes on you do not need to worry. I hot up and stood in front of him and slide down my pants and showed him my ass in that purple jock. Fuck, I forgot I hat that on, he just said there is that beautiful ass. He reached out and grabbed my ass checks one in each hand as he spread my checks and exposed my fuck hole. I knew you had a beautiful fucking hole boy; he leaned in and licked my hole, and I made my entire body shake and then he stuck his tongue in my hole. I moaned and shook some more and then he pulled off and said get on the sofa and show me your ass boy. I did and he dove back in and tongue fucked my hole and make me moan like a bitch. After ten minutes I was so fucking horny, and he told me to lay on the sofa on my back and I did. I watched as he undressed and exposed that beautiful huge thick dick of his. Still okay jacking my dick, I quickly said yes. He came over and put is dick right above my head and I started to jack him as he pulled my legs up and went back to eating my hole. I jacked his big dick and could not help but lick the base of his thick cock and eventually I licked his balls as he moves forward, he just kept eating my hole and he soon had his ass at my mouth, and I licked his hole, and he pressed his ass back so I could eat his hole. I tongued him and at it, then he finally broke free and said eat my hole boy as he moaned and spread his checks for me. He repositioned himself and he went back to eating my hole and it was harder to tongue him, but he moved his dick back further then when he stated. I licked the shaft and he move it further and now the head was right above my mouth. I could see he was leaking precum. I did not want to suck his poz cum, but I did really want to suck his dick. I gave in and just licked the head of his thick cock. It tasted amazing, weird as it was. I had gone to far I thought and then another drops of cum beaded up on his slit and I licked it off again. I licked and gave his head a tongue bath and he pressed his dick down and I opened my mouth and swallowed what I could of that beautiful dick. He let me suck him for five minutes and then said time for a new position. I got up and told me to sit up and then he sat next to me and leaned in and kissed me. When he broke, he went to his bag and got out a little vibrator. It was round and seemed to have a flange on the end and he lubed up it up and told me to lift my legs and he lend lubed my hole and the vibrator and worked it inside me and turned it on. I immediately started to moan as he rubbed my chest and stomach. Then he leaned in and kissed me, I melted as my hole spasmed and he make me want more of him. I knew we could not fuck but I was really getting tempted. This went on for five minutes he then turned off the vibrator and worked it out of my hole and told me to keep my legs lifted and he began to finger and play with my hole. I moan as he kissed as he pulled his fingers out and jacked his dick and then put them back inside me and this went on for four or five minutes. I did not realize that he was jacking his dick right over my hole and putting all the precum on my hole and sliding his fingers inside me. I could only focus on this man kissing me, he felt so amazing. He pressed his dick head at my hole. I could feel it, he nestled the head between my ass lips and let his cock leak inside me. I tried not to move, if I did, he may slip inside me. I should have realized he was pre-lubing my ass and he knew all along he was going to fuck me and dump his load inside me, but I still thought we were playing by the rules. He broke off the kiss and moved to kissing and sucking on my neck and I took a deep break, and my hole opened a bit and his head snugged inside me. The tip was slightly inside, and I knew I should tell him to stop and he pressed a bit, and his head slide halfway inside me, fuck I knew I should aske him to pull out, but I pulled him a little bit forward because it was supper uncomfortable and he pressed his dick an inch inside me. His head was all the way inside me now. He senses I was tightening up and before I could aske him to pull out, he kissed me on the lips and made out with me as he pressed his big dick further inside me. I moaned in his mouth as he slow fucked me with tiny movements and pressed even deep inside me. I put my hands on his chest and pressed to give him the message to pull out, but he pressed it all the way inside me and fuck I felt so full. It was amazing and my hand relaxed on his chest and he started to slowly fuck me as he continued to kiss me. He broke off after ten minutes and grunted in my ear, I knew he had just cum inside me. I felt totally defeated, I knew better but for some reason my dick was rock hard. He grabbed me with his dick still inside me and lifted me up and repositioned me, so he was behind me on the sofa holding me with his dick still inside me. Fuck that is one hot pussy he said. I knew I should pull off him and try to get his cum out of me, but he just held me and rubbed my chest and stomach with his hands. I was laying there with a huge poz dick inside me and it was rock hard, he would flex it ever occasionally, so I knew he was still hard and telling myself this was totally fucked up, but I was paralyzed. I loved that big dick so much and he felt so good. I had not had anyone kiss me like that in forever and touch me like he loved me. He started to slowly pump his dick and after a few minutes he was fucking me, and I just moaned as he whispered that he loved my ass and ten minutes later he shot another load inside me. He held me tight and told me he loved my hole so much; your cunt keeps sucking my dick like you never want me to leave boy. I thought about that and I have always wanted a big dick guy like him to be my boy friend so maybe I am trying to keep his dick inside me, probably just an involuntary response to his hot dick. He stroked me more and asked if he could spend the night, my head said no but out came Yes, I would love that. He told me to gently pull off his dick until your hole closes around my head boy, I pulled off as he held my hips and my hole closed slowly as his head popped out of my hole and then we both got up and wen to my bedroom. He told me to get up on the bed on all four with my face in a pillow and he would be right back. He went and grabbed his bag and brought it in. I heard a canister open and then it felt old and wet on my hole. I tenses up but he started kissing my ass check as he fingered my hole and I moaned. He slides one and then two inside me, my ass pushed back on his fingers and he whispered, I knew you loved ass play boy, I wondered how but did not care how he knew. He grabbed some poppers and slide them to me, and I uncapped them and hit the poppers and soon he had three and then four fingers inside me. I started panting and moaning and then I heard him spray something and he passed me a rage and told me to put it in my mouth and breath and I did and nearly blacked out. I later found out it was impact and while I was coming in and out, he twisted and pressed his fist inside me. I moaned and squealed as he fisted my hole and after ten minutes, I shot a load in my jock and he pulled out and shoved his dick inside me and fucked me for a couple more minutes and shot his load in me. He told me it was time to sleep as he cleaned up my ass with a towel and washed his hands. He came back to bed and held me and whispered in my ear he wanted me to be his boy. I whispered back I would love that. When I woke up around four in the morning, I knew this was a mistake, what the fuck had I done is I could think and knew I needed to get his cum out of me. He felt me move and grabbed me and held me then I felt his fingers at my hole, and he started fingering me again. He grabbed lube and lubed up my hole and then slide his rock-hard dick inside me. I moaned and pressed back on it. He fucked me for fifteen minutes and shot yet another load inside me. He kissed my neck and told me that he had to go but he would be back at midnight and he wanted to find me on the bed the say way. I knew I had company coming the straight guys, but I told him I would as he got his back and left. I got up after he left and got on the computer to find out if I could take something for exposure to HIV. PeP, that is what nurses and doctors take. I sent off an email to an online doctor to see if I could get a prescription and then went to read my other emails.

Part 2 I woke up the next morning my ass was so sore, but I was still horny. I had to shit, it hurt like a mother, but my dick got rock hard. What the fuck was that I thought, all this cum came out of me and I thought dude you cannot do this again. This is fucking crazy but there I sat with a huge hard one and I hit the shower and it finally came down. I went off to work and found myself looking at guys hands, I had never paid attention to them before and wondering what they would feel like. There were several that I knew I would never be able to take but Jonny the security guard station had beautiful long fingers and lean hands and tatted sleeve on his right arm that make me get a chub in the lobby. I tried to ignore him, but he was so tall and beautiful I was rock hard in no time but made it to my desk to calm down. Seriously, I am not into getting fisted it was a one-time thing. I am also not a bareback cum dump I had to keep reminding myself all day. I had made my mind up I was going to hit up my buddy and tell him it was great but it as not for me. No more. I worked the rest of my day and missed Jonny on the way out. I did not want him to get my mind racing again and I headed home to cancel tonight. I got home and went straight to my computer and when opened the website I was flooded with emails. Holly fuck, I have never had more then two anytime I signed on and there was something like 15. I opened the first one and it had a well-defined tatted guy with a sleeve on both arms and a huge dick with piercings at each nipple. I could not believe how hot he was, I looked at his stats and he was 27 6’1 170 with 9 uncut inches and then I saw he was poz. I could not believe this beautiful man was poz omg. His email said he knew I liked big dick and he wanted to get with me and breed my ass. No fucking way I thought, how the fuck could he know. I emailed him back and thanked him and told him I only fucked with neg guys. He replied, what if I do not cum inside you. I though what the fuck! I emailed him and said thanks but that will not work. I was looking at his pics and horny as fuck. I finally closed the email and went to the next one. Another young guy, he was big and muscled, 29 6’ 200 pounds of solid muscle with his big thick 8” dick posted. Omg I wanted to suck his big dick and lick the precum off, his post mentioned nothing about status but gave his stats. Hey pussy boy, if you are free this week I am in town and want to use your ass. Let me eat that little cunt and then fuck you like the whore you are. I read it again, in so many ways it was a disgusting email, but it made my dick even harder. I knew I should not even email him back, but I could not help myself. I told myself it was just to be nice but knew deep down I wanted him in the worst way. My email read, I need my boy pussy used sir, I am so horny for you sir. I had read a lot of hot stories where guys talked like that. He responded with I just want your ass, no talking boy. You are a whore to be used, understand? I emailed him yes Sir. I am free in 30 minutes where are you and have the fucking cunt up in the air, head down and blindfolded waiting for me. Panic flooded me, I wanted to say now but for some reason I could not. I emailed him back my address and told him I understood. I told him to knock, wait five seconds and head in the door would be open. I rushed to the shower and cleaned up and out and then back to the computer to make sure he had not emailed. While I was waiting, I went back to that hot poz guy, he had such a hot body. I saw an email come in and it was that hot muscled guy and he said he just parked and that I need to be in place. I emailed back and confirmed and got in place with my blindfold on. The door opened and he came over to ass and felt it. I hard a belt and the dropping of clothes. I heard him say hot little whore, I felt his fingers on my ass and hole and then his tongue, I though it was his tongue. I hard something in front of me and then he lifted my head and said open your mouth slut. Fuck there were two guys in here, I did and as I started to ask who his dick slide into my mouth and I was suddenly gagging on his thick dick. The guy as my ass eat my hole and I moaned on his dick and soon I was over been upset he did not tell me. This guy loved eating ass, he pushed my legs forward and tongue fucked my hole like no tomorrow. I am fucking loving this is all I thought as I gagged and slobbered all over that big dick in my throat. This went on for ten minutes and then he said, whore get on your back with your legs in the air. The guy eating my hole let up and I turned over and put legs up for the guy to eat my hole at a different angle. The muscled guy told me to get ready to eat his ass. It had been a long time since anyone had made me eat their ass, my ex did one night but it was not my normal thing. For some reason, this guy it seemed hot as he sat on my face and I licked and tongued his hole and I heard him start to moan while the other guy fingered my hole with some lube he must have brought, I had forgot to put some out. There we go, fuck I love this dude’s finger in my ass. That is a good whore, tongue daddy’s ass, eat my shit hole boy. I could not help but moan as the fingers worked my ass. Then the hot guy pulled his ass off my mouth and told me to open wide and he slide his dick in me making me gag and the other guy slide his dick inside me. I tried to feel his dick to see if he had a condom on, but my muscled dad held my arms above my head where he had them pinned before as he fucked my throat as the guy fucked me for ten minutes till, he came and got up and dressed and left. The muscled guy pulled out of my mouth and I started to ask him if they were clean and wore a condom but before I could finish, he told me to shut the fuck up and eat his ass again. I started to eat his hole again and I was really getting into it. The told me to spread his checks and what a good ass eater I was. He was moaning and I thought I heard the door again, but I kept eating his hole and then I felt hands. I wandered if his buddy was back and my legs were lifted, and I heard muscle man say keep eating my hole you little whore. I felt a bigger dick at my hole, and he slide slowly in stretching me as I ate that man’s hole. My muscle man pressed his ass down on my tongue and moaned and told me I was he new ass eater for the week. The big cock fucked me for what seemed like forever and then he grunted as he shot inside me and stayed inside me. My muscle god said good boy, tongue my hole I am about to fuck you. The guy inside me gently pulled out and my muscle god lifted and told me to open my mouth and I thought he was going to slide his dick inside again but the guy who had just fucked me slide his dick in as I stated my ass and cum as his dick went down my throat still rock hard. It was all happening so fast and he was so forceful it was hot as fuck, but I knew I should not be doing this, but it was too late. I could not say a word and I had a huge dick down my throat and muscle man pressed his thick dick at my ass lips and pressed all the way in fast and it hurt like fuck and I groaned but with the dick down my throat you could not hear much. The guy down my throat liked it and told muscle man to do it again and he pulled all the way out and let my hole close and then shoved it back in harder than before. Fuck that hurts and I grunted on the guys dick again and muscle guy did it four more times and then fucked like a piston and shot his load in me. I knew after the guy with his dick in my throat that none of them used condoms and I had just taken three loads. The guy in my throat fucked my face for a minute and shot another load down my throat and then pulled out and left me and muscle god with his dick still inside me. Here I was with a load down my throat and three in my ass and this hot guy inside me still, blindfolded not knowing what was next. He spoke and said, you are a better whore than I expected you to be. I will be back at midnight, be ready to eat my hole. Door open be right here as I first found you and with your blindfold on, I am going pull out of your ass and you are going to clean off my dick. I will get ready and leave but you are to stay put and leave the fucking blindfold on until I leave. Do you understand? I could not say a word and then he hit with his fist on my chest and said you understand whore. I said, yes Sir, I understand. With that he pulled out and fed me his cock and spit on my chest and got dressed and left. I got up and looked at the clock, shit I never cancelled the guys.

Hello everyone, thanks for all the kind words. I'll write more parts in time, I'm currently very busy with grad school and I have exams coming up. The story of the Sloan clan isn't over. It's just getting started 😉

I’m always over cautious about younger blokes because (a) I’m conscious of the reasons for consent laws - to protect them from their own impulses from exploitation by older, more experienced people who oftentimes have a real power imbalance; (b) we’re talking specifically about HIV and AIDS here - I’m the first person to agree that I find the risk-taking adds sexually hugely exciting - and the long term health impact of retro-virals for those commencing in them with expected lifespans of another 65-70 years at least can’t yet be known; (c) while I have known many who I believed had sufficient mental maturity at a young age to make their own decisions about sex and their sexual activities, I’ve also known well others for whom 18 probably wasn’t old enough; and (d) I’ve had two friends who were pozzed at 22 and 18 - carelessly by a mate and deliberately stealthed by his then boyfriend - at which time, the “boyfriend” ignored the devastation in front of him, celebrated, including bragging about his “success” in front of him, then ending the relationship and marching off because it’s only purpose (for him) had been served. All this took place while others, including me, were enroute to where he sat, bawling in the gutter, utterly shattered by what he’d just learned. If you’ve ever had to try and help someone just go on from such utter betrayal, you’re likely going to err on the side of caution too. And, yes, I do often tell younger men that, while I respect their decision, I’ll generally discourage them and certainly won’t abet them in that course...and, yes, I’m fully aware of my own hypocrisy given that I now regret not accepting my own attraction to sex with men as well as women in my early teens. With the full benefit of hindsight, I’ve no doubt that fighting my strong desire for other men until my mid-20s is now a complete waste, especially given how “fulsomely” I pursued those desires once I experienced them.

I don't know how different or unique my experience is. I was far too young to understand. My Father was a selfish, dangerous drunken fucker that got a taste for the fear anguish and pain he could freely inflict on a smaller weaker person during his time overseas as a Marine. Being used by people assosiated with nambla fucked me up for years. Even after he was dead, I wasn't free. But I got older and the reds that were planted took root. For better or worse I like what I like.I make choices. I don't see being a Father in my future. But I do wish I had blood brothers. But then again, the concept of family is relative isn't it. For the record rewriting my history helped me cope. And incest is one of my biggest kinks more than 30 years later.

sucked my first cock at the age of 11 and got fucked first time at 13. i am happy, that i started that early.

PART 14 As my heartbeat returned to normal, the combination or Tom’s cock softening and my still spasming hole forced him to slip out of me with a soft plop. As it did, the anxiety kicked back in. Only now it was more confusing. And I wasn’t sure what I felt. I know I felt some guilt over what I was doing, as well as some guilt for feeling guilty. Four loads of HIV laden sperm shot into me by a guy who I couldn’t seem to resist. Even as I studied the sense of guilt which had assaulted me, I also found the thought of sex with Tom and his poz cum turned me on, just something so strongly attracted me to raw sex. And I was very aware that I was clamping shut in an effort to keep all of his semen in me. I didn’t want any leaking out. But a huge part of me was still screaming 'What the fuck are you doing? This is so risky. HIV. AIDS. But you keep coming back' I told myself. Hell, I had TWO loads in me now and it was barely afternoon. And I had begged for it. And I didn’t notice this before, but it seemed like Tom almost liked cumming in me more than just fucking me. Like giving me his seed was what mattered most. Maybe that was just my imagination. “Earth to Chris. Are you there sexy boy” Tom joked. I guess I had been really lost in my thoughts. “Sorry, I was just thinking. It’s just, and it feels really really good, I just get nervous... your cum and everything,” I said quietly. He looked at me. “You mean, because I have HIV and you keep letting me cum in you? Is that what you mean?” I nodded, affirming his interpretation. “Well, you have had four loads now and you might already have it. Or you don’t. And Chris, this is really it, you can’t stop. Maybe. To be honest, I think you are already too hooked on barebacking. But you could stop and go back to your old life. I don’t think that’s what you want though. I think what you want and really at this point ,what you need is to keep giving in. To live with the consequences of being a cum dump bottom boy. And yeah, that means eventually you'll end up with HIV. I have friends that would love to give you what you need. I could keep you full every day. I have friends that would come over right now. I already told them about you and they are aching to fuck you. Aching to be inside you when their cocks starts pumping man cum. They all have HIV they wanna share too. I can call them now. You don’t even have to ask. Just nod if you want me too. Nod if you want strange men over here now to cum inside your boy hole,” he said hypnotically. I’d like to say I thought and weighed the options but I didn’t. His words had got me. And slowly, I nodded. And then again. And he grinned as he reached for his phone as, for my part, I lay back on the bed, his sperm soaking into my body.

10. Jay Even after Doug dropped his thick load in my hole, his dick remained impressively hard. I had expected his shaft to grow limp and for his pace to slow down before his dick fell out of my well-fucked hole. But instead, Doug's shaft remained hard and he continued to thrust in and out of my hole. Each stroke pushed the accumulated jizz deeper into me and spread it out along my hole. Just six hours ago, I would have never dreamt of being fucked so intensely. But now, after several guys had used me, each one depositing his load inside of me, it felt almost natural. "Fuck," I moaned. Aiden was now standing in front of me, his body pressed up against mine. I was sandwiched between these two men, their bodies pressed up against my own torso, holding me in place as one of them forced his dick into my almost virginal hole. Even though it was a rough, aggressive fuck, I felt safe between the two men. Doug was nibbling on my back, whispering something I couldn't quite catch, but made me feel safe. "Oh god, that feels good," I grunted. Doug had just pressed the full length of his dick into me and pushed a thick load of spooge deep into my guts. It felt so honorable and perfect to be taking these loads and, in the moment, I couldn't imagine any other way to fuck. "Damn," I moaned once more. "Feel good?" Aiden asked. I nodded in reply. I was starting to lose track of where I was, of what had happened. All I cared about was that feeling of dick in my hole. It was a little scary letting go and letting Doug take such advantage of me. But It felt so fucking right at the same time. "It's good," Aiden whispered in my ear. "Let him fuck you." I lost myself in the deep, repetitive thrusts. Doug was an expert cocksman, and he knew how to fuck me. Plus, as Doug pounded my hole, Aiden held me tight, kissing me and whispering reassurances in my ear. I could feel his cock press against my groin and my leg; it was just as hard as Doug's and I couldn't wait to feel it in me. Despite enduring the reality of Doug's cock, I lost track of time, pushed forward by dreaming the fantasy of Aiden's dick. "You gonna cum again?" Aiden suddenly interjected. I looked back, as best I could with Aiden's broad arms wrapped around my torso. I could just barely see Doug in the low light. His face was locked in an ecstatic determination; he was on the edge of cumming a second time. I tightened my ass; I wanted to milk that load out of him and make him anoint my hole once more with his fluid. "DAYUM," Doug grunted, and he slammed his cock deep into me. "Fucking sweet hole on you boy. Getting a second load. Fucking milking me dry." "Give it to me," I moaned, and pressed back against his dick. In my gut, I felt the familiar warm bloom that I now knew to mean Doug had just shot another load into me. There was a second and a third jet of cum into me; the sequel was at least as good as the original. "Fucking hungry hole on you boy," Doug grunted in my ear, as he shoved his dick back into me, and spurt twice more into my hole. "You and I gotta play again soon. I'm gonna have to get to know this hole properly." He shoved his dick back in once more, and a sixth spurt of semen landed in my gut. The warmth from his cock was spreading across my body and made me feel protected and safe. Although I hardly knew Doug, I felt comfortable around him. Certainly, comfortable enough to meet with him again and to let him cum in my hole once more. "I'll make sure that happens," Aiden said. Doug had stopped pounding my hole and I felt his cock soften. I squeezed my hole one last time, in order to get the last drops of semen from him. I was dreading being empty but at least Aiden had promised to fuck me next. "Do that," Doug said and he slowly pulled his dick out of my hole. "I can't wait." He leaned against me, his hairy chest now wet with sweat from his intense fucking. "Looking forward to our next time," he whispered in my ear. "I'll make sure it's a big load." "Me too," I said, although my mind had already leapt ahead, hungry for more dick. I didn't want to wait to get back to Aiden's apartment; every second without my ass being filled was an eternity of torment. I wanted Aiden to fuck me right there, in the open and in front of all these unknown men. "So badly," I managed to say, right as Doug stood up, and stepped back. "Can't wait," Doug said, and he left me, still in Aiden's arms. Aiden leaned in and kissed me. It was a long kiss, deep and intimate. I let his tongue explore my mouth and longed for his cock to do the same. As he kissed me, Aiden let his hands drop down, finding my ass, and gently pulled apart my butt cheeks. The air was cool against my exposed asshole, but it felt good. I spread my legs slightly, giving him easier access to my hole. "Feeling good?" he whispered in my ear. "Yeah," I said. "Really good." "You want to go back to my place?" he asked. "And I can finally get into that hot ass of yours." He pushed a finger against my hole. It slid in easily, using the accumulated lube from all the men who had the pleasure of fucking me. "Damn," he said. "That's a wet hole." "Doesn't have yours in it yet," I said. "I want you to cum in me." I was surprised but not shocked to hear myself say that. It felt natural to ask another man to cum in me, especially a man like Aiden. "Don't worry," Aiden replied. "I'm gonna cum in you. Many times. But not before getting to enjoy this hole." His finger had slid deeper into me, but it was more a cruel tease having neither the length nor the girth of what I felt trapped behind his underwear. "Let's go," he said and kissed me long and deep. As we kissed, another man came up behind me, and pressed against me. For a moment, I thought it was Doug returning, but he was both shorter and less hairy than the earlier man. "I heard you had brought a new friend," the stranger said. Aiden broke off the kiss, and looked up, over my shoulder at the new man. "Edward," he said, smiling. "Yeah," he said, turning me around to face the new man. "This is Jay. Jay, meet Edward." I looked him over; I guessed him in his mid-thirties, a bit shorter than me, but sporting a big cock in his tight white jockstrap. He had a beard, and there were flecks of grey in it. Even though he was shorter than me, I could feel the masculine power and energy radiating off of him. I wanted to get down on my knees in front of him and worship his cock. "Hi," I said. I was almost blushing; despite my arousal, my dick was still limp. I was embarrassed for a man like him to find me like this. I wanted to ask him to fuck me, but somehow, I wasn't able to say it. "Hi," Edward said, then turned his attention to Aiden. "Damon told me about him. Sounds like he's just the way I like." "I know how you like them," Aiden said. "That's why you can't have him. At least not tonight." "Ha!" Edward said. He turned back to me. "Aiden's taking care of you?" he asked me. I nodded in agreement. Aiden had wrapped one arm around me and the other hand was covering my too-soft dick. "You been having fun?" he continued. I nodded as well. Edward reached down and pushed Aiden's hand out of the way. He played briefly with my cock. This time I did blush, ashamed of my impotence. But he only brushed lightly over my cock and instead settled on my balls. Edward squeezed them gently. It was just enough for me to gasp slightly; that elicited a broad smile from Edward. Aiden pulled me a bit closer to him. "He is taking good care of you," Edward said. Still holding onto my balls, he continued. "You been partying tonight?" My feeling of befuddlement must have been obvious. "You know, smoking the glass pipe?" He squeezed slightly, a reminder that I had to tell the truth. I remembered the pipe Tucker had shared with me. "Yeah," I said. "I did." "That's my kind of boy," Edward said, but Aiden didn't loosen his hold on me. He pulled out a thin black case. "You want to keep the party going?" he asked. He turned to Aiden. "You mind if I share a bowl with the boy? You want to join?" "It's been a while for me," Aiden said. "A few months now." I blushed again, and my cock shrank even more. I had just admitted to using drugs in front of these two men. I wondered what Aiden would say next, right after he had said he hadn't used in so long. "But I bet the boy would enjoy it." He turned to me. "I know you can handle it. Just know your limits." A pause, then he turned back to Edward. "Know your limits too," he said, with a bit of an edge in his voice. "Of course," Edward said, with a hint of defensiveness in his voice. But it disappeared as he smiled, holding up a glass pipe just like the one I shared with Tucker and Damon. "You sure you don't want to share?" he asked. The pipe was close enough that I could see the details I had missed the first time, the details like the slight imperfection at the edge of the hole at the top, the milky whiteness of the long tube, or the beautiful crackle of the white drug in the bowl. Each one drew me in and reminded me how good I was feeling. I didn't want to stop it, not yet at least, when there was still the rest of the night to play with Aiden. "You go first," Aiden said to me. "Do a good hit for me." It wasn't clear if he was giving me permission to do party with Edward or if he was saying that he was going to join the two of us in sharing the pipe. I remembered how it had felt when Damon had shotgunned the hit to me with his dick buried in my ass. I wanted to share that same feeling of closeness with Aiden. But first, Edward lit the torch and held it under the glass bowl. I watched as the drugs melted and smoked, and then he stuck the stem into his mouth. He inhaled slowly and carefully, draining the bowl several times. Once his lungs were full, he took the pipe from his mouth, and stuck it into mine. "Do it," he said to me, holding the torch under the bowl. I had gathered the basics from earlier, and following Edward's lead, I inhaled deeply. The clouds were so much smoother than the weed I normally smoked, and it was easy to take a big hit. "That's what I want to see," Edward said. "Now, hold it for me." As he spoke, I could see him exhale a thick cloud right into my face. "That smells good," Aiden said. "Brings back memories." "Do a hit," Edward said. "Just enough to get you in the mood." "I'm not sure," Aiden said. I wanted to tell him to do it. I wanted him just as relaxed and carefree as I was. I wanted him as intense as Damon had been. "Shotgun him," Edward told me. I leaned back, and Aiden met my lips with his. I exhaled my hit into his mouth and he inhaled, letting his lungs fill up. "Fuck, that's hot." He was stroking his jockstrap, his bulge straining against the fabric. Aiden and I kissed more, his tongue exploring my mouth. "That's good shit," Aiden said, finally exhaling the thick cloud. "Really good." "You know I have the best," Edward said. "You want another hit?" he asked. Aiden paused for a second, thinking. Finally, he spoke. "Yeah," he said. "I do." He smiled at me. "But give it to him," Aiden continued. Edward put the pipe back in my mouth, and we enacted the now-familiar ritual of heating the drugs and inhaling the thick clouds. I kissed Aiden again, and exhaled the hit. We repeated this twice more, the two of us feeling the freedom of the crystal hitting our blood. "Do one with Edward," Aiden finally said, as he exhaled a dense white cloud. "Fuck yeah," Edward said. "You ready for this?" he asked. I nodded, and he took the pipe from me. He stuck it in his mouth and I watched him hit it. Once more, he took his time, making sure the bowl was always full of the white vapors. "I like partying with you," Aiden whispered in my ear. "A lot," he said. I was transfixed Edward, watching him continue to hit the pipe. I had the presence of mind to nod. The drugs were hitting me hard and the familiar sexual urges were ricocheting around my head. "Me too," I finally said. "Good," Aiden said. "We'll do that." Edward took the pipe out of his mouth and smiled at me. "Your turn," he said, and pressed his mouth against mine. There was no mistaking who was the dominant man here; before I realized what I was doing, I had opened my mouth and let his tongue force its way into me. He exhaled and a condensed cloud of pure bliss filled my airways. "You got a pipe?" he asked Aiden. "I think I do." "Tell you what," Edward said. "If you have Jay here return it, you can borrow my pipe. Just in case." My heart jumped. As I gasped, the cloud escaped my lungs and engulfed my head. "One more hit for you, I think," Edward said. He put the pipe in his mouth. It was still warm, so it only took a second before the bowl filled up. This hit was bigger than the previous one. "Sounds good to me," Aiden said. "I bet Jay would like that. Wouldn't you Jay?" I heard Aiden, but I couldn't take my eyes off of Edward. He was staring at me, his brown eyes studying me, seemingly seeking out my weaknesses and vulnerabilities. "Yeah," I finally said, immediately worried that I had taken a step too far. Edward removed the pipe. He winked at me, then leaned in and we kissed. I expected him to exhale immediately, but instead we kissed. I was hungry for everything he would give me -- his tongue, his drugs, but most of all, I was once more craving cock. "Yeah," I said, taking a second to catch my breath. "I would like it." Edward exhaled and my lungs inflated with the thick cloud. I had no real idea what drug I was taking, but it was the last thing I was concerned about. All that mattered was getting another hit. "We're going to have so much fun," Edward whispered, his lungs now drained into mine. "Just the two of us. Getting to know each other properly." He reached down and grabbed my balls. He squeezed, once more finding that perfect pressure right at the edge of pain. "I'm going to have so much fun with you." He squeezed just a little harder and I gasped. The thick cloud escaped, and my head was swirling with agony of his playing with my balls. "Careful, now," Aiden muttered. There was a growl in his voice and my hole twitched at the depraved masculinity. "Right," Edward said. He released his hold on my balls and in relief, I exhaled the last of the hit. Edward stepped back and stuck the pipe and torch back in the case. From the waistband of his jockstrap, he pulled a small baggie, and put it in the case as well. "Teener for you. I want it well smoked when you bring it back." "Don't worry about that," Aiden said. His arm was still wrapped around me, holding me tight, seemingly protecting me from Aiden. "He's gonna be wanting more soon enough." "And I've got it," Edward said, grabbing his crotch. He had the cocky swagger of a confident older man which let him pull off such a bro move. "Leon's here tonight," he said to Aiden, before closing the case and handing it to him. "Perfect," Aiden said. "I'll make the connection." "Aiden knows my number," Edward said to me. He leaned in and kissed me one last time. "Looking forward to our time together," he said, before disappearing back into the crowd. Once more, it was just Aiden and myself. He turned me back around, facing him. "Let's get ready. I can't wait to get inside you." I nodded in agreement. My mind was racing, thinking about everything that we would do, and I didn't want to wait. I leaned in and kissed Aiden. "I want you inside me," I said. "So badly." I pressed my body against him. His cock was hard; I reached down and tried to pull his underwear off. "We have all night for that," Aiden said, as he pushed my hand away. "One last friend for you meet." We stepped away from the corner, and Aiden pushed his way through the crowd. "If I know him, he'll be by the bar," Aiden said, as he pulled me through the mass of men. The men were less dressed, and most were coated with a layer of sweat that came with fucking. Occasionally a man would grab my ass; once a man pressed his finger against my hole. I had to force myself not to reach back and spread my ass open for him. The crystal had hit me hard; all I could think about was getting close to another man, feeling his hard penis press into me, and then shoot a big load in my hole. I remembered how warm I had felt when the other men came inside me and how safe and protected it made me feel. I wanted to feel that feeling again. "I see him," Aiden said. "By the bar, of course." I looked over to where Aiden indicated. There was a pool of light illuminating the table; there were various bottles of liquor and beer all over it. There was a guy a little shorter than me with thick brown hair and a beard. He looked like he was only a few years older than me. Like the other men in the room, he was naked, except for a dark green backpack slung over one shoulder. "Leo," Aiden said. "Wow. Aiden Wolfe. Didn't expect to meet up with you," he said. "How's it going? And who's your friend?" He looked up and checked me out, lingering on my still-soft dick. "Leo, this is Jay," Aiden said. He turned to me. "Jay, this is Leo, another old buddy of mine." "He means I was his dealer," Leo said. "I see you've been enjoying your night here." "He has," Aiden answered for me. "And looking to keep the party going. You got a teener?" "Of course," Leo said. "$75." "I'll get my wallet," Aiden said. "Take care of Jay while I'm gone." "Of course," Leo said, and pulled me in close. His furry chest brushed against mine and his cock hit my thigh. "You're a sexy one," he whispered in my ear. The thick fur of his mustache tickled a bit, but also sent a tingle down my spine, right to my hole. "Thanks," I murmured. I was trying to stay still, but every muscle in my body was taut, dying for the merest brush of his body against me. "You too," I said, and finally forced myself to reach out and stroke his cock. It had been easy to see that he was already erect, but it took touching him to realize just how hard his cock was. It wasn't as huge as Damon's, or what Aiden seemed to have, but it was still very respectable, with a good thickness to it. "You want that inside you?" Leo whispered in my ear. "Yeah," I replied. "Me too," Leo said. "First time here?" I nodded. "Yeah," I said. Leo glanced down; even in the narrow space between us, I knew he could see my cock. Unlike his rugged and erect manhood, my cock was still painfully soft. "Partying, I take it?" "Yeah," I said. In the moment, I was totally unable to meet his eyes, and felt myself blush. "It happens. I took a V," he said. He leaned in and kissed me. His beard was softer than I expected when it rubbed against my face. "Can I fuck you?" he whispered to me as he broke off the kiss. "You are so fucking sexy." "Yeah," I said. I shivered in anticipation. His dick was warm against my skin. It would feel so good when he slid the full length of it into me. "Please. Fuck me." "I haven't cum yet tonight," he said. The crystal racing through my veins allowed me to believe him when he said it. I wanted to get every drop of his cum in my hole. "Give it to me," I said. Aiden was going to be back any moment, but it didn't matter. No matter how close Aiden lived, it was still going to take too long to get to his place, and I was ravenous for sperm. I had already taken so many loads, one more would not matter in the slightest. "Just fuck me." "You're grabbing it by the horns," Leo said. "You're gonna remember this night good." He spun me around and pushed me down over the bar. As I got face to face with a bottle of "naval strength gin," my ass popped up. "Fuck," Leo said. "That's a well-used hole." Before I could say anything, he stuck his face in my crack and began to lick my hole. "Fuck," I moaned, as his beard rubbed over my throbbing anus. I was suddenly thankful for how soft his mustache was; it would be near agony for me to endure stiff bristles. "Oh fuck," I moaned again as his tongue gently pressed into my hole. "Fucking cummy hole," he said. "Guess you like to get barebacked, huh?" I grunted and nodded. I knew there was something I needed to be sacred about, some reason why "good boys" didn't get barebacked by strangers. But it was hard to remember, especially as Leo's tongue pressed into my hole, licking up the sperm that had dripped down. "And you get bred too, huh?" I nodded again. "Breed me," I moaned. I had seen online porn where the girls had moaned like I just did. I now understood why they moaned and how bad the need could be. "Give me your seed," I grunted, no longer caring what Leo thought of me, so long as I got his load. "Fucking bareback that hole," Leo muttered. He was rubbing his dickhead along my crack, getting it lubed up and ready to penetrate me. "Sweet, spermy hole," he continued. He had stopped stroking his dick and was now lining it up with my hole. "So fucking wet," he said, and pressed it into me. There was a moment of sharp pain, but it quickly dissipated as Leo's cock pressed into my sperm-filled guts. As the accumulated sperm coated and lubricated Leo's cock, the feeling transmuted into utter bliss. I was getting fucked, and I was loving it. "I see you made short work of him," Aiden suddenly said. I looked to my right; he was standing there holding his pants and shirt in one hand, my cargo shorts and tank top in the other. "Yeah," Leo said. "It was easy. Your boy is in heat tonight." Aiden draped our clothes over a nearby bar stool. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue probing deep in my mouth. It felt nice to have him near me, to be tenderly making out with me even as another man fucked my hole. "Just want to make sure he has a good time tonight." "Well, I know what will help you two have a great time," Leo said. Aiden looked down, and I suddenly noticed a plate right next to me, already set up with the now-familiar glass pipe and torch. "Go ahead," he said. "Sure," Aiden said. He stuck the pipe in his mouth, lit the torch, and started to heat the bowl. "Forgot how fucking good this shit is," he said, as the first bit of white clouds appeared in the bowl. "Get yourself twisted," Leo said. "Jay would appreciate it." "I know," Aiden said. He ran a hand along my back, starting at my ass, and ending up resting on my shoulder. "He's definitely a catch." He returned his hand back to the pipe, gently rolling the stem as he inhaled deeply. Leo forced his dick into my hole, filling me up. I gasped, but at the same time, tightened up my hole, trying to keep him inside me for as long as possible. "Oh fuck," Leo moaned. "He's a hungry one." He pulled his cock out slightly, then pushed back in. It reminded me just how deep I had been fucked over the course of the night and how much spooge was still deep in my guts. "Here," Aiden said. I looked over my shoulder. Leo leaned in and pressed his mouth against Aiden's. It was hot to watch the two men make out and see the beards of the two men pressed together, as Aiden's salt-and-pepper whiskers mixed with Leo's dark brown fur. I wanted to make them happy, make them feel like real men, strong and dominant. I already had one of their cocks in me, and it was only a matter of time before Aiden would fuck me as well. Aiden exhaled the hit into Leo's waiting mouth. "Fuck that was good," Aiden said. "This one is for you," he said, looking right at me. I pushed myself up a bit, careful not to disturb Leo's cock, still lodged deep in my asshole. Aiden put the still-warm pipe back in his mouth and started to inhale even before the torch was under the bowl. "I want to see you get nice and high," Leo said. I wasn't sure if he was talking to Aiden, me, or both of us. In a thick white cloud, he exhaled the rest of the hit. It drifted down towards me slowly, as Aiden continued huffing on the pipe. Leo continued. "Does he know how horny you get when you are tweaked?" "He's gonna find out," Aiden said. "Aren't you?" He exhaled a small hit, just enough for me to get the slightest hint of its scent. My ass throbbed, anticipating the pleasure of one more hit from the pipe. Aiden put the pipe back in his mouth. This time it was the hit I was going to take, a long, slow, intense draw from the pipe. I wondered how much was too much, but quickly decided that I wasn't there yet. "Please?" I grunted. It was for both of them, for Leo to force his cock deeper into me, and for Aiden to force his hit into my lungs. I remembered how Damon had held his hand over my mouth and nose. For a second, I missed Damon's forthright intensity. But then I remembered the terror of the encroaching blackness. But then, Aiden leaned in for the shotgun. His beard was stiffer than Leo's, more like a man's whiskers should be. It scratched slightly, but I still willingly opened my mouth and accepted his hit. It was thick and intense, and I felt the rush of the drug almost immediately. "Fuuuck," Leo grunted, as he watched just how much of the cloud still dripped out from between Aiden and myself. "That's gonna get you in fucking orbit!" "Me or him?" Aiden asked. "Both of you, I guess," Leo said. This hit was more than I wanted, coming so quickly on what Edward had fed to me. But I didn't care. Leo's cock was lodged in my ass and Edward's tongue was deep in my mouth. I was happy and the drugs were not going to make it any worse. "Glad to see you back with us," Leo said. Aiden leaned back and kissed Leo. "It's nice to be back. One more for you?" Aiden asked. "Of course," Leo said. "It'll do you good too." "I know," Aiden said. He started to heat the bowl again. "So, fucking good. And so nice to be sharing it with men like you." He put the pipe in his mouth and used his free hand to brush my back. It was another long, careful hit from the pipe, and then he kissed Leo. The two men made out longer than they needed, enjoying the carefree liberty the drugs gave them to simultaneously explore their masculinity and sexuality. As they kissed, Leo's cock throbbed and he leaked some of his pre-cum into my hole. "Fuck," Leo grunted, struggling to keep the cloud in his lungs. His pounding had been steady and intense, and he would not be able to hold his breath for too long. Still, from the way that one hit had affected me, he had potent drugs, and even the few seconds would be enough. "Yeah," he said. "Good drugs. Good men. Good fucks." He exhaled, and kissed Aiden one more time. "You want it?" he asked, turning his attention to me. "Hell yeah," I grunted. "Fucking breed me." He was just one more man in the night's slow parade, but he was still every inch a man. It was his birthright to cum in me, and I would not deny it. "Load me up." "Is he?" Leo asked. He had leaned into Aiden, and I almost didn't catch what he said. "No," Aiden said. "Not yet. He's spoken for, but he's definitely needy." "So needy," Leo said. He was talking about me, saying that I was needy. I didn't know if I was supposed to the proud or ashamed of the label. But in my cum-soaked gut, I knew it was true. I had lost track of the loads I had taken, but they were nowhere near enough. I needed cum. I would always need cum. "Give him what he needs," Leo said, slamming his cock into me. "Fuck," I grunted. The cum in my hole was still lubricating Leo's cock, but it would not last forever. I needed a refresher, and luckily, Leo was right about to explode. "Breed me," I moaned, squeezing my ass tight around Leo's hard cock. "Damnnn," Leo moaned. He slammed his cock into me one last time and exploded. In contrast to Doug, Leo's orgasm was blistering and intense, his hot cum spraying from his dickhead and literally burning my insides. I must have twitched, because Leo grabbed my hips and held me in place. "Need you to take this load," he muttered. "Oh god, it's so fucking hot," I said, scrambling to acclimate myself to the stiffness of his orgasmic cock and the heat of his fresh semen. "You’re fucking cumming in me."

4. Jay "Learn how to breathe cock," Rod said. His hands were still at the back of head. He was holding me in place, making sure that every agonizing inch of his cock stayed in my throat. I struggled, trying to get used to the foreign object in my throat. Even worse, I realized I was embarrassed. It wasn't because I was on my knees, sucking another man's dick. That actually made me proud, to think that a real man like Rod wanted to feel me pleasuring his dick. No, it was because I wasn't doing a good job of sucking his dick. His cock wasn't massive nor was he pounding my throat. I should be able to handle this, but my body was rebelling, demanding such luxuries as an unobstructed airway and the oxygen it could bring. "Close your eyes," Rod said. His voice was deep and masculine, but not angry or harsh. "Relax," he continued. "Focus on dick. Feel how long it is. Feel how hard it is. You did this to me. You deserve to feel what you did. Feel my cock in your throat." As hard as it was to keep his cock in my throat, I didn't want to pull off. If I pulled off, even just the slightest bit, it would be a failure. I wanted to impress Rod with my talents, and I wasn't doing a good job of it right now. "Don't over think it," Rod continued. "Just focus on my dick." I tried as best as I could, but I couldn't keep from gagging. It was an awful feeling; the discomfort of Rod's cock lodged in my throat, plus the horrible feeling in my stomach that I had failed his man. I pulled back against Rod's grip on the back of my head. This was no longer about wants. I wanted to suck his cock. But I needed a respite from his throat fucking. I needed to breathe. Luckily, Rod understood my needs. He let me pull off his cock, and let me recover. The first thing I did was get a big lungful of oxygen. In the moment, even breathing hurt, as the air I was inhaling irritated my tender throat. I wasn't used to having a dick down there, least of all, a dick as hard as Rod's penis, and my throat was raw. The second thing I did was tell Rod I was sorry for not being able to fellate him properly. "I'm sorry," I said. "Sorry?" he asked. "Sorry for what boy?" "For not staying on your cock." "It's ok," he said. He stroked the side of my head, a gesture simultaneously comforting and controlling. I was in an uncomfortable place with him, somewhere between a human with free will and a possession, with no possibility of growth or change. "It's only what, your second cock?" I nodded in agreement. The time spent on Jack's cock in middle school seemed so long ago now. "It's perfectly natural. All you need is practice." "Yeah," I said, still embarrassed at my performance. I wondered about the other boys he had mentioned. Had they been better at pleasing him than I was. "Practice, I guess." "Just work on the head," Rod said. "Don't push yourself this time." He was looking down at me and his expression was one I had never seen before. It was a combination of a teacher, instructing a wayward student on the finer points; a father, caring for unruly child; and a lover, waiting for his partner to pleasure him. I had never realized how badly I needed someone like Rod in my life. I followed his instructions. I had no real choice, but that was a good thing. This entire night was full of new things: leaving my friends behind with someone I barely knew, taking the cocaine the stranger offered, making out with a different man, and now sucking his cock. But it all seemed inevitable and right, nor was I given much of choice in how things had worked out. But every choice felt like the correct one. Rod's cock was hard in my mouth, slowly dripping pre-cum front the slit at the tip of his dick. I was lapping up every drop. It had been years since I had last tasted it and I had not realized just how badly I wanted to taste it again. "You like that," Rod said. "Yeah," I replied. "I do." "That's good," Rod said. He put his hand back on my head. "Come with me," he said. "See if you can keep my dick in your mouth." I didn't understand what he was saying at first, but then he took a step backwards. I had to crawl on my knees to keep up with him. I glanced back at the window, where the party was continuing. The lights had been turned down a bit, so it was hard to discern any details, but I could make out the vague outlines of men milling around. I hoped that I was just as difficult to see if anyone happened to be looking out. I didn't want anyone to see my crawling after Rod, on my knees, with his dick nestled in my mouth. It was more than just embarrassing; it was humiliating. But, it was also a turn on. Any man could see what I would do for cock. At least what I would do for the right cock. Rod's cock was definitely the right cock; there was something about it that drew me to it, to want to lick it and savor every drop of his pre-cum. "Yeah," Rod said. "That's it. Just a few more steps," he said, and took another backward step. I had to put my hands down on the ground to stabilize myself and keep from scraping my knees. "Next time, I'll make sure you have some knee pads," he said. I looked up to see him smile at the thought. "You'd look good like that. A pair of boots, a pair of kneepads. Let a man know you mean business." He paused for a second, and pushed his dick a little deeper in my mouth. "Oh yeah," he said. "Just a few more steps now." The next three were easier. I knew what to expect, and I didn't lose my balance as easily. I also managed to avoid scraping my knees too badly. "And we're here," Rod said. He was backed up against a porch lounge chair. "I'm gonna sit down," he said. "You gonna keep my cock warm?" I nodded in agreement. He held my head again, making sure that I didn't lose his cock. From another man, it would have been weird, almost creepy. But from Rod, it was caring, tender act. He wanted both of us to be able to enjoy his cock. "That's it," he said, as he leaned back. "Fuck yeah, that's it." He pulled his head up, just enough to stare at me over his thick pecs and smooth stomach. "Think you can take all of it again?" I stared at his thick, long, hard cock, remembering what it felt like last time we had forced it deep into my throat. I had been helpless as Rod held the ultimate power over me. Even so, my dick throbbed at the opportunity to feel Rod inside me again. I nodded, albeit with some hesitation. "We'll go slow," Rod said, before adding "again." My stomach churned at the last word. "Again." Such a simple word, and yet, the way Rod said it, I knew for sure he was disappointed in me. "No," Rod answered, as if he was reading my mind. "It's a big cock. And you're still a young man." He grabbed his cock and shook it. Somewhat relieved, I leaned in just enough for the tip of Rod's cock to press against the back of my throat. It had not gotten any smaller; if anything, it was now thicker than the last time we had attempted to fuck my throat. "Oh yeah," Rod moaned, his dick dripping pre-cum once more. "That's what I need right now. Some great head by a hot young man." I just nodded; impaled on his dick, I couldn't do much else. I took a deep breath. It was likely my last breath for a while. Once his dick pressed into my throat, it would block my ability to inhale. But, as Rod pointed out, it was my job to learn how to breathe cock just as easily as I breathed air. Rod reached down and put his hand on the back of my head. "Come on boy," he said. "Make me happy and inhale my cock." He pulled down on my head, forcing his shaft into my throat. It was not as forceful as I feared, but there was a persistence that reminded me who was in control. Worse, my own cock twitched and dripped pre-cum as soon as Rod's manhood pushed into my throat. As impossible as it seemed, I was getting off on getting throat-fucked. "All the way, boy," Rod said. "No sense in you giving up when we are so close to our goal." It seemed like a perversion of language to talk about "we" and "our goal." I was forced to allow my throat to stretch around his dick and I had to fight back the natural instinct to gag. This was not about "us;" it was about his pleasure and his pleasure in using me. My brain knew that. My body knew that. My throat definitely knew that. But once more, it was my cock who was the traitor. It had never been harder and was throbbing in rhythm with Rod's slow strokes pushing ever deeper into my throat. "Ease Ser," I managed to gasp, losing a bit of precious air in the process. I wanted to tell him not to push so deep. But I realized how much of a betrayal that would be to him and how much I would be letting him down. It was my duty, privilege and honor to suck his manhood, and if he needed to be deep-throated, well, it was hardly my place to deny him that simple pleasure. "It's alright boy," he said, gently stroking my head, even as he held me in place skewered on his dick. "It's going to be difficult at first, but you'll learn." He smiled as he pulled me further down on his shaft. "Almost there," he said. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on his cock, even while doing my best to ignore how it was a foreign object practically choking me to death. "Just a little bit more," Rod said. "Barely an inch." I swallowed. He took the opportunity to push his shaft all the way into my throat. Once more, my chin was pressed against his balls and my nose was deep in his pubes. My dick reacted, throbbing and dripping even more pre-cum. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy this," he said. I opened my eyes again. Even though he was lying back on the lounge chair, he still managed to loom above me, reminding me exactly who was the dominant and who was the submissive. His eyes were closed, and he had a smile of utter pleasure. As much as I wanted to get him out of my throat, I couldn't deny him these simple pleasures. "Fuck boy, you're getting me close," he finally said, right as I thought I would pass out. I just nodded. If I tried to do anything else, I was going to start gagging, and I would have to pull off from Rod's beautiful cock. "Damn. We're gonna have to take a break," Rod said, and he pushed me off of his dick, until not even the head was still in my mouth. "Stand up," he said. "Turn around, bend over, and let me taste that sweet ass again." As he asked, I stood up, turned around, and bent over. I was reluctant to do it because it meant it would be that much harder for me to choke on his cock again. But, I remembered how good his tongue felt against my hole and how I had squirmed in pleasure as he explored my ass, so I reached back, and pulled my ass cheeks apart for him. "Oh yeah, boy," Rod said. He sat up; his face was now perfectly aligned with my hole. "This is going to be good." He leaned in and pressed his lips against my hole, giving me the most intimate kiss I had ever received. His tongue traced out the edges of my hole, occasionally darting deeper into me, teasing me with the potential for penetration. It took less than a minute of this before my hole was wet and slippery. It made it ever easier for him to push his tongue into me, which made even more relaxed. "Hold that ass for me," he said. "Keep it open for me." I pulled my cheeks further apart, and exposed all of my hole for him. "Oh, fuck that's beautiful," he said. He licked a finger, and starting to tease my hole with it. "Oh god," I moaned. "Fuck. That feels amazing." "You like?" Rod asked me. He pushed his finger into my hole. It was only the tip, but the spasms of pleasure spread out from my hole across my entire body. It wasn't just having my hole played with. I had done that before while jerking off, but it hadn't felt like this. There was a hunger inside of me, and I wanted more. "Oh god yes," I said. "Please?" I begged. It was ambiguous what I was asking for. If sucking cock was the start of my journey, his finger buried in my ass was the half-way point. It was now easier to go all the way, than to stop, turn around, and give up all the pleasures I had enjoyed so far. "Fuck me." I had never had a cock up there before, and had never thought one would ever find its way up there. "Fuck me." But tonight, being with this very hot, yet still so unfamiliar daddy, things were different. I was with this hot, horny daddy who so clearly needed to unload and the outcome of the complex calculations I had done so many years earlier suddenly changed. "Fuck me hard," I repeated for the third time. "You sure boy?" Rod asked. He pressed his finger into my hole, opening me up and making me even more hungry for him. "It's your first time, right?" "I'm sure. There's always a first time. And I want it to be with you." More of his finger pushed into my hole. Even though I couldn't see it, I imagined how hungry my hole must appear, almost sucking his finger into me. Rod pulled his finger out. He took his time, slowly enough that I felt his knuckles rub over my prostate. It was slow enough that a slow anxiety built up, due to an irrational fear I'd never get to feel Rod inside me again. But before it became a full-fledged panic attack, Rod leaned in and kissed my hole. His tongue probed in, lubricating my hole for what would inevitably penetrate me. "Just fuck me," I said. "Don't worry boy. It's coming," Rod said. He returned to licking my asshole, getting it wet and sloppy. Despite my innocence, I understood that if I were to take Rod's thick shaft, I would need his help. Even if it wasn't what I was craving it still felt damn good, and I forced myself to enjoy the pleasure. "We just need to get you ready." "Please, Rod. I want it." My entire body was shaking, and even in the cool evening air, I found myself sweating. "Please, Rod, I need it." The shaking was getting worse, and my anxiety began to rise again. Rod suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his tongue deep into my hole. "Relax boy," he said, his voice muffled by my muscular butt. "It's alright. I'm here. You're ok." He ran his tongue around my hole. "It's the G you're feeling. It's going to be good." He administered another kiss, and it only made the excitement worse. "Focus on the pleasure. Focus on your hole." He ran his tongue against my hole. "Breathe deep and just focus on the good things. Focus on my tongue in your hole." I did as I was instructed, focusing just on the feeling of Rod's tongue gently probing my asshole and opening me up. I was still shaking, but at least it helped reduce the anxiety. The rimjob felt good. It was a kind of pleasure I had never felt before, and it was so easy to get lost in it. "You want my cock in your hole?" Rod asked. He pressed his tongue back into my hole. Even though I had no idea what it was going to feel like when Rod fucked me, I still nodded enthusiastically. I had reached a point where I put my trust completely in Rod. If he thought it was best to fuck me, then I was going to get fucked. It didn't hurt that his teasing of my hole had gotten me totally aroused, and broken down the last of my inhibitions. "You've got a sweet hole," Rod said. "I can't wait to get into you." He pressed his tongue into me one last time, then pulled his face out of my crack. "Let's do this," he said. "Straddle me." He laid down on the lounger, his dick now sticking straight up. Awkwardly, I climbed on top of him with my feet on either side of his torso. It was hard to control my muscles; I wondered how long I'd be able to command my legs to do anything. Nevertheless, I bent down so my ass was right over his shaft. "Like this?" I asked. "Exactly," he said. He put his hands on my waist, supporting me. "Are you ready?" "I think I am." "Good," Rod said. My ass was hanging in air and his dick was pressing up against my hole. We were not yet fucking; it would take only the slightest movement by one of us to change that. "Let's go slow. Just lower yourself, and let my cock slide into you." I relaxed my tense quadriceps, and my ass pressed down on his hard shaft. There was a brief moment where the tensions and stresses built up, but they were quickly released when Rod's dickhead pressed into my hole. "Oh god," I moaned. It was a sensation unlike any I had felt before. I was being fucked up the ass. But it wasn't a bad feeling. It reminded me of a dream, where I discovered a new room in my house. This was a new kind of pleasure and it was a pleasure I wasn't going to be able to easily give up. "Oh god," I grunted again, as more of Rod's shaft entered my no-longer-virgin hole. "Just relax," Rod said. "You can do this. You can take all of me." He was still holding my waist, still slowly guiding me down his manhood. "And it feels so good, doesn't it?" I had to nod. Rod's dick inside my hole felt like nothing else I had experienced, not even having to deep throat his cock. Rod's shaft was filling me up and in the process, I learned that I had parts of me that I had no idea had ever been empty. "It's fucking amazing," I said. It wasn't all pleasure. Rod's dick was thick, and I felt my hole protesting at being stretched open so quickly. "You're so big," I grunted, as I tried to relax enough to allow him in me. "Just relax. Focus on what feels good. Focus on my dick." He held me in place, not letting me slide any further down his shaft. "You're about half way. You think you can take the rest of it?" I nodded. There was no other answer I could give him. Of course, I was going to take his entire cock. This was my first time getting fucked up the ass, and I was going to make it memorable pounding. Besides, I had already disappointed Rod enough already with my inability to deep-throat him properly. I didn't want to give him any more reasons to discard me. "I do," I said, still a bit unsure of what I had just committed myself to doing. "We're going to go slow," Rod said. "Let you get used to it." He smiled, but it was an evil grin. "And then finish with a proper pounding that will leave you walking funny for a week." "Right on," I said. "Relax your legs," Rod continued. "Just let your weight impale you on my cock." I did as I was told, relaxing my legs muscles even more than before. Rod was ready for me, and eased my way down his shaft. "Oh fuck," I grunted, a combination of pain and pleasure. The penetration was intense. "Being fucked" had been an abstract concept until now. I understood how violating it was, to have another man's penis in my ass. But I also understood how essential it was. I needed to be fucked like this all the time. "Just give it to me. Give me all of your dick." "If you insist," Rod said. He was smiling when he said it. I was still young and naive. I had no idea what I just asked for, but he did. "You sure?" he asked again. I was scared about what I had just asked for, but more scared of the alternative. My world revolved around Rod's cock. "Yeah," I said. "I am." "Good," he said. He grabbed my waist tightly and held me in place. "I want this too." He thrust his hips upwards, forcing his rock-hard rod deep into my body. "Oh my god," I yelped, the pain racking my body and the pleasure radiating outwards in subsequent waves of raw sensation. "Oh fuck, that's intense." "You did it," Rod said. "You took my entire dick." I felt his pubes brush against my ass. I reached behind me, and felt the boundary between my hole and his cock. It was slippery with his spit and precum. "Oh god," I repeated again. There were so many new feelings and sensations it was hard to process all of them in any coherent fashion. "Don't think," Rod said. He understood my predicament intuitively, and his guidance was spot-on. "Just enjoy it. It's your first time. It's my first time with you." He pushed his dick a little deeper into me and another cascade of pleasure enveloped my body. "Just let me fuck you," he said. "Let's enjoy how good this can feel."

Part 4 - Father Adelmo said I would be the sacrifice on the altar of man - for men - by men. What did he mean? Frankly I didn’t care as I was on the hunt for El Dorado - my destiny - the CRF19 virus - and as part of that journey had just spent the past few days in Miami being raped, fucked raw, and taking all sorts of nasty dick while snorting as much of the good Father’s ‘angel’ powder as I could. He said my future was to come back and live my final days at Casa des Santos. I was fine with that if he planned to keep me chemmed up and whored out and at the top of my list was going back to the ABS to get raped again by that nasty freak bugarrón who used my hole good. In the meantime, I was enjoying the cool breeze hitting my face as Bob and I bumped and jumped over the waves in the speedboat that was taking us out to meet the cargo ship. You see - they were smuggling me INTO Cuba. Crazy right? But that is where the CRF19 virus is rampant and I needed it, wanted it, it was my holy destiny. Bob - well technically he was one of a number of Brother Robertos that served the Father, but I called him Bob for short - had a jagged scar on his temple and I felt like we had ‘bonded’. True, he never really said much to me - if anything at all - but he had been my guide during my Miami depravity and now was my escort as I was smuggled out of the country. I was hustled to a low-rent marina, scrambled onto a low-slung speedboat that seemed like it might sink at any moment, and went barreling out into the open water, bumping over the waves and being baptized in salted spray. Some time later the dark hull of a large cargo ship loomed before us, its lights all but off, our pilot steering by the cast of the moon to find the swaying rope ladder hanging off the side. Angry words were exchanged in Spanish - well I guessed they were angry from the tone and once again cursed my short sightedness in realizing I was missing a lot of what was happening due to the language barrier. Under the cover of darkness, Bob and I were hustled aboard and stowed in a cramped, tiny room below deck. Within minutes of feeling the tremble of the engines reviving and getting underway, Bob got sea sick and started puking into the rusted metal bucket in the corner. I had to laugh and he was not amused. It was Bob’s turn to laugh when the crew master came down about an hour after we had gotten underway and he - and the rest of the men in need who had been at sea for weeks apparently and needed a fresh pussy ass to breed - fucked me one after the other. The cargo ship crew were eager to all slam fuck me raw and Bob just huddled in the corner -puking and smiling - as I begged to no avail for some white powder to snort in order to make their assault on my ass easier. I lost count of the number of men who bred me, but it was well over a dozen and yet I still wanted more. They were all quick fucks - nutt and bounce - and not a one of them challenged my hole or ass. My only hope was that some of them had some wild, exotic bug in which to infect me. I then fell asleep on the thin cot while Bob swayed in the chair in the corner, the metal bucket held to his chest as the roll of the seas continued to clean him out. I awoke a few hours later to a hard cuff to the head - Bob was standing over me, his dick out and raging, his palm piled with white powder, and an evil smile on his face. Clearly he was feeling better and had gotten his sea legs under him. I snorted, felt the welcome rush and burn, and sighed in pleasure as Bob started to pound my hole. That’s how the crew member found us when he brought us a meal - Bob balls deep in my ass. The tray with our bologna sandwiches was sat on the floor, the crew member tagged in, and Bob let him nutt my hole before he himself finished off inside me. I was ready to go back to sleep, but Bob pushed me off the cot so I had no choice but to curl up on the floor with just a backpack for a pillow. I desperately wanted to get out of the cabin but my hosts had made it clear with forceful gestures and by locking the door behind them, that Bob and I had to stay where we were. When Bob finally came to I was eager to get fucked again, but he just brushed me off, pulled a book out of his backpack, and started to read. I was so fucking bored! Finally the movement of the ship changed, new sounds could be heard, voices rang out in the corridor, Bob checked his watch, nodded, and packed up his things and said to me, “WELCOME TO CUBA - WE HAVE ARRIVED AT ENSENADA DE MARIMELENA.” I didn’t know if that was the city or what - and would later realize it was like the port section of Havana. Bob hefted his backpack over his shoulder, but not before handing me my ‘passport’ that had a small stack of U.S. $100 bills sticking out of it. Before we had left Miami Father Adelmo had explained, “You will have a passport that says you are Canadian. It will work for what we have planned, however if something goes wrong, the authorities in Cuba will be able to confirm it is not real and then - well let’s just say a Cuban jail is where you may spend your final days. You just follow Brother Roberto and do whatever he and anyone tells you, and all will be well my son.” Bob put his finger to his lips as a silent ‘shush’ order. A crew member came, we quickly made our way back out through the warren of the ship, up onto the dick, and I realized it was night. We had been at sea from dark to dark, although I had no idea the exact time as my watch, cell, and everything else had been left back in Miami. Bob huddled with someone near the rail of the ship. They exchanged a few, quiet words, a small stack of money was passed from Bob’s hands to the other’s with practiced ease and then Bob and I were surrounded by a couple guys front and back and were escorted down a wobbly gangplank and onto the dock below. From under the rim of my Marlin’s baseball cap - a gift from Bob - I could see we were in a port. There were trucks, cranes, some light, but not as much as I would have thought. At the bottom of the gangplank our group paused, a man in some sort of uniform looked us up and down, nodded, then turned and walked away. Bob and I were hustled to a large truck with wood railings, a tarp covering the top and most of the sides, and as we climbed up and bent forward I glanced back one last time wondering if I would make it home. For the first time I felt afraid - truly afraid - and stupid - but a rough shove and a few harsh words in Spanish made me move. Bob and I huddled at the front of the truck bed, boxes were placed between us and the back, someone banged the side of the truck and we started to move. Bob was cool, calm, and collected as the truck rumbled along. I had to ask myself, “Why was he here? What did he get out of this? Isn’t this an awful big risk for him too?” No sense asking Bob as I knew he would not answer. The sounds of the truck, port, and light traffic were the only sense I had of movement. While there were occasional flickers of light through the spaces between the tarp and the truck sides, we could not see anything, so I huddled close to Bob - silent and excited. The roads were bumpy; the exhaust from the truck muffler made the air gritty and foul, and my mind was whirling now with questions - where were we going, what was going to happen next, would I find El Dorado and the CRF19 virus? Some time later the truck slowed, Bob looked at me and pressed his finger to his lip again - ‘shush’ - and cocked his head as he leaned closer to the truck side while he listened. He nodded to himself, smiled, scooted forward a bit, and waited. The tailgate was unlatched, the truck body shifted as someone climbed up, boxes were moved and a small shaft of light pierced our hiding place. Bob jumped down, I followed, looked around, and we were parked behind a wooden building and the only light I could see was what came from the truck’s lights and the flashlight in the driver’s hand. The driver and Bob exchanged a few quiet words, Bob nodded, took the flashlight, grabbed my left arm and we started walking down a dirt road. I turned as the driver unlocked a door on the building and began pulling boxes off the truck. Only about 50 feet down the road Bob paused at a small, roadside shrine. It was white, about 3-feet high, with a few candle stubs in it. I had seen similar things in Mexico when I had spent a summer there, but there was usually a Virgin Mary statue too or something. Not here. Bob walked to the right of the shrine, and down an almost unseen path amidst the tall sugar cane field. He held the flashlight down so I had to look at the ground to make sure I did not fall or stumble. We walked for about 10 minutes and then I heard something - voices? Bob led us through a small copse of trees and into a break in the growth where outlined against the starry sky was a small building. Bob made his way to the door, knocked, paused, knocked again and waited. A lock was moved, the door slid silently open and a small candle flame flickered in the hand of the man who had opened the door. Bob spoke with him briefly, we were ushered in, the door closed and relocked. The flashlight in Bob’s hand made a loud CLICK as he turned it off. There was shuffling; the lone candle flame moved to our left, another was lit, then another, and more in turn. As the candles went up in flame I gasped a little and took a step back. The far wall was covered almost floor to ceiling with dozens of statues and small icons. Some dressed in robes and gold, others in tattered cloth. There were several tables around the edges of the room, all with half-melted candles, pictures, more statues, and other things I had no idea what they were. In the middle of the floor was a wooden table that had feathers, offal, and puddles of what looked like dried blood on the top, down the sides, and splattered on the ground around it. I’ve watched enough TV to realize this was some voodoo or Santeria set up and I took a step backwards towards the door. Bob grabbed my arm and squeezed hard - either in reassurance or warning - I was not sure. Either way I froze and watched as the man who had let us in continued to move around the room, but now he was humming and mumbling as he did so. The room was ablaze in candlelight now and the man now moved on to lighting herbs, incense, and bowls of what looked like potpourri. I was sweating profusely, and getting more nervous, but Bob’s tight grip kept me planted. The man then came and spoke with Bob, who handed his backpack to me with a “Don’t fucking move!” look, then he and the man hefted the wooden table that was in the middle of the room and carried it to a far corner. The man dug around a pile of things on a table, picked up what looked like a huge piece of white chalk, walked back to where the table was, and in a steady chant paced around the room five times, then walked back to the middle, took a stride forward, stopped, then bent over and began drawing. He drew the outline of a large triangle in the dirt, with some squiggly type lines in each corner. He appeared careful not to step inside the triangle, or touch the lines once drawn, and when completed, he then went to a cabinet, pulled out two handfuls of large, white and red pillar candles, and began carefully setting them into the dirt at various points around the outside of the triangle. He had to make several trips to the cabinet as he set a cluster of five red candles at each point. I was fidgety as hell now and started to ask Bob if I could go piss, but his silent ‘shush’ finger stopped me. The man then took off his shirt, took off his pants, and in just his underwear walked around the room a few more times chanting. He then grabbed a bottle off a table, took a mouthful, and spit it out in a spray. My eyes followed him as he did that in each corner of the room, towards each wall where the various statues and things were set, and then he walked toward us - stopped in front of Bob and spit the mist of liquid right into Bob’s face - took a swig - then spit into mine. I scrunched my eyes and forced myself not to flinch. It smelled like liquor and I reached up to wipe my eyes, but Bob slapped them away. Fuck. The man then went back to the table, poured several things into a plastic cup, walked back to us and handed it to me. I looked at the concoction - it was thick, milky white, and chunky looking. I questioningly looked at him, then Bob, with a, “You want me to drink this?” look. The man nodded, I took a sip, and wanted to retch. It tasted like sour yogurt and dirt and cow shit. I would have handed the cup back right then, but the look on both their faces told me I better not. I upended the cup and swallowed the contents and grimaced. The man took the cup and went back to his chanting. I felt flush - the room began to spin - I heard lots of voices, or animals, or was that music? I felt Bob’s hands holding me, his voice chanting softly in my ear, new voices were added, and as I slumped to the dirt floor more hands were on me as my eyes fluttered and the spinning grew fast and faster. My eyelids felt heavy, weighted, but with great concentration I was able to open them a sliver. I MIGHT HAVE SCREAMED OR RUN IF I COULD, BUT I WAS IMMOBILE. My mind demanded action, yet my body was stiff, unmoving, unfeeling, like I was a tree firmly rooted to the Earth. Angling my eyes right – the only part of my 200+ bones and 600+ muscles that seemed to respond - I could see the naked body of a man, his massive dick swaying in time to chanting, and as the crescendo of the voices peaked, he bent down to look at me and that’s when I tried to scream. He had a goat’s face with golden, spiked horns. The goat man moved, the chanting grew, I could see another man, another monster dick, and when he bent down to look at me it was a bull’s face with a thick, gold ring through his nose. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The bull moved out of my sightline, the chanting grew louder and I could see another man, another giant dick with a deformed head, and when he bent down and looked at me it was a dog’s face with golden, yellow eyes. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The dog moved out of my sightline, the chanting grew louder and I could see another man, another dick even larger than the others, and when he bent down and looked at me it was a horse’s face with golden teeth. No longer a man. I wanted to scream. The horse moved out of my sightline, the chanting echoed, changed pace, grew louder, faster, and louder still. I could see another man, another dick that put all the others to shame and it was ringed in gold, ridged, studded, the metal shining like a brilliant sun in the dim candle light. When he bent down and looked at me I wanted to sigh in relief - human - yet he was not a man. He was a fleshless, gold skull, a skeleton. I wanted to scream. Brother Roberto, a.k.a. Bob, was standing to the right of my head now. He was kneeling and crossing himself in prayer. His eyes were closed tight like he too was afraid of what I was seeing. Hooves and claws raked my flesh, the taste of bile and iron filled my mouth. There was a brilliant flash of light and then a scorching pain as my flesh was peeled back to allow entry by these men who would sacrifice my body - and theirs - to their zoolatry ritual. Was I floating off the ground? Was I on the table? My legs were raised back and up, but how? The goat man’s phallus pierced my ass and suddenly every nerve in my body was firing. Pain, fear, agony, ecstasy, all joined in chorus as the chanting suddenly grew distant and far aware. The penis felt much like the shape of man’s but bigger, firmer, sharper. The goat head got close to mine. Its eyes were totally black, as were its lips, which seemed to be moving. The hair was white, short, and matted and the golden horns glowed brighter as it fucked me. The harder it fucked, the more my sides hurt where it’s hooves dug in my white flesh. As he climaxed, the goat man threw his head back, bellowed a sound of primal release, then looked at me with now blood-red eyes, spat in my face, and as the last of his seed flooded my hole the goat head bent down and bit my flesh. The man bull’s head was so large I could see nothing else. His dick was bulbous on the end, and as inch after inch wound its way inside my guts I felt sure he would push through my back. The wide nostrils flared and the gold ring that pierced them caught clusters of snot as it dripped out if his nostrils with every grunt and thrust inside me. His hair was tawny brown, and the skin of his nose the blackest of black. The bellow he made when he released in my ass harmonized perfectly with the rising chants and splattered me with a mist of snot. Having filled me with his measure, the bull tilted his head; a blood-red eye seared my soul as his teeth found their mark. The dog man’s deformed head and knot stretched me wide, and kept inflating, and I thought me might never stop. His top lip curled up and down in time with the chanting and the strokes of his dick while his claws cut my flesh. The ears were laid back, the golden yellow eyes widened and focused then widened again as he yipped, snarled, and growled. The high-pitched howl he let loose when he filled me with cum pierced my eardrums like a nail and sounded in opposition to the symbiotic chants. His incisors also found their mark, drawing more of my life force out, which dripped to the packed earth below. The stallion’s penis was unbearably large, blunt, and where the dog man seemed to be content once his knot had entered, I was now a mare filled beyond a man’s measure as the flared head ripped my insides deeper and deeper. The dark black eyes, set against the lighter coal hair, were offset by the startling gold colored teeth, which snapped and clicked and clacked as the head swung side to side. When the stallion finally reared in carnal joy my abdomen swelled and the earth was marked anew as he finally withdrew, but not before ensnaring my flesh between his golden teeth. The chanting slowed, the volume turned down to hardly a whisper. My vision was clouded further as the smoky haze in the room thickened and swirled like the birth of cyclone. THE GOLDEN SKULL HUNG IN THE AIR OVER ME, DISEMBODIED, SOLITARY, AND ADRIFT IN A PLANE OF THE DYING. The bonds that held me firm constricted, it was hard to breath, and with barely any movement, the golden skull extended his primal force, his golden spiked and ridged dick finding my already brutalized hole, and he entered in one stroke. My internal organs shut down. My body faced death - inside and out. My ass was stretched wider, gaped, explored impossibly deeper and shredded by the golden teeth that on the skull head did not move; yet inside me they chewed, gnawed, and consumed my flesh. Had I died? Was I in hell? No, it felt too good for that. The golden skull’s dick fucked me deep - raw - hard - rough. My body was at his mercy, and no mercy was given. I would have smiled if I could have. A voice resonated then through my body, my bones themselves vibrating with the timber of the baritone chords, “Death stroke requires blood.” What the fuck did that mean? I didn’t have time to ponder, as the next thing I remember is asking myself why was Bob angry? I could hear it in his voice. Who was grabbing me? What was going on? My mind raced in a sprint, flooded by flashes of the past - what had it been? Hours, minutes, days? I didn’t know, but still, my body did not move to my neural commands. Why was I paralyzed still? I gurgled as liquid was poured down my throat and reflexively swallowed. Bob was still angry. Firm hands lifted me, jostled me, I felt like I was in a tilt-a-whirl at the county fair, and faster and faster I spun until...the next thing I remember was the taste of that foul drink I had taken before - the same rotten yogurt shit. UGH! More firm hands, more jostling, more of Bob’s angry voice. In the dim light I could see the pinky finger on my left hand. It felt like a mountain was on me, yet I knew that was silly. The tip of my pinky twitched and I was elated. I was alive. I could move. OK, well not MOVE move, but neurons were firing and my body was reacting. I tried to roll over, but the pressing body held firm, embedded inside me, his dick hooked in my ass like a lure to a trout. Bob kneeled by my head, he rubbed my cheek, smiled and said, “WE ARE GOING HOME.” HE PAUSED, NODDED TOWARDS THE MAN ON MY BACK WHO WAS BURIED IN MY ASS AND WHISPERED IN HOLY WONDER, "USTED ENCONTRÓ EL DORADO" - TRANSLATION - “YOU FOUND EL DORADO.” THE ANGEL OF DEATH HAD WRAPPED ME IN HIS WINGS. Stay Tuned for Part 5- (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

I wasn't really molested but I did have childhood experiences, dreams, and also did stuff that pretty much sealed my fate as a bottom! Like when my friend almost fucked me when we were kids because I would wear shorts a lot and teased him by hiking them up and showing off my legs. Then two of my cousins (a year after the experience with my friend) would either put me on his lap and kiss my neck, or take me into my dark closet then take my pants and underwear off and explore my ass and legs. Late at night, I would go into my mom's storage closet and put on her skirts and heels. I would also look at myself through the reflection of my tv and cross my legs. I would also wear a long t-shirt and blow up some balloons and put them under my shirt as if I had big tits lol. The thing that really started it off though was a dream I had when I was around 3-4. I was laying on my parents bed and my dad was kneeling in front of me with my legs over his shoulders. He winked at me and started giving me oral sex. I think I had a pussy in that dream instead of a cock too. So yeah, it's not always molestation that turns you into a pervy sex pig.

Not the piggiest/sluttiest EVER, but I think you'll enjoy this. Key West 2AM, somewhere on Fleming St., I'm walking back to the gay guesthouse where I'd been staying when I saw a HOT Latin guy, shorts around his ankles, stroking the BIGGEST cock I'd ever seen. I walk over to him and ask if he wants help with that thing. He plants one on my mouth and the next thing I know, he's pushing me down on my knees and his 11.5 uncut inches is right at my mouth. Not needing to be told, I start sucking. This being Key West when it was gay Disney, we draw a crowd. Someone pulls my shorts down and starts rimming my ass. Gradually, I'm taking more and more of that monster pinga in my mouth. The tongue in my hole is replaced by a bare cock, but I'm in such cocksucking bliss, I don't care to see who is fucking me. After 5 minutes, I'm shocked when I feel my Latin stud's balls on my chin and smell the musk of his sweaty pubes. "You're the first one who ever deepthroated my cock!" He moaned. I'm aware of the sounds of others around me, some sucking cock, some jacking their cocks. The cock up my ass pulsated and there were animalistic grunts as the guy came. As soon as he pulled out, another cock was rammed up my hole in a single thrust. Fixated on the Chorizo in my throat, I was vaguely aware of guys spewing their cum on my back and neck. Load # 2 was shot up my hole and seconds later, another cock slid in easily. Even with my limited Spanish, I knew words like "puto" and "boca caliente" were meant as encouragement. Though my jaws ached, I continued sucking, amazed that I was able to accommodate such a monstrous cock. Just as the third guy blew his jizz in my hole, my Latin God yelled, "I'm cuuuummmiiinnnng!" pulling out a bit so I could taste his sperm. He pulled me back up to my feet and kissed me and we snowballed his cum. "Babe, I've NEVER had a better blowjob in my life. I'd take you back to my room and fuck you if I didn't have a 10 AM flight out. You're a cummy mess!" He said. "I sure am!" I replied. I walked the 2 blocks back to my guesthouse wearing only the cum that covered my back and neck.