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Part 1 It was a regular Friday night my first summer home from college. The local bars were harder to get into than those near my campus, and I found myself being left outside while a few older friends were inside, despite trying to sneak through twice, and getting bitched at by the bouncer. So I wandered over to a friend’s house and hung out, sharing some wine with three girls. After about an hour and a half, I’d had my fill of the chatter and high pitched laughing. My mind kept wandering to men, and I was feeling really horny. REALLY horny! I’d been home 3 weeks, was missing my college friends, and most of all a couple of the guys who I’d played with during the school year. I definitely wasn’t a sexual superstar. In fact, I felt pretty awkward any time it happened. An upperclassman had taught me to bottom just before winter break, and when we returned for the spring semester, he and another friend had tried to help me get more comfortable with it. I enjoyed it, and knew I wanted more, but it always felt awkward and somewhat forced. I left my friend’s house and was driving toward home, not knowing what else to do. Maybe go back to the bar and try to slip in again. I had a slight buzz from the wine, and pulled over thinking over my options. I really wanted to get laid, in a bad, bad way. But where to go? I started thinking of places, and remembered there was an adult bookstore about 20 minutes away. I’d heard people talk about it — that there was some cruising going on, and most people called it “the last resort.” Guys had talked about it in a way that definitely made it sound like a place you didn’t want to be seen. I drove around a bit. Trying to talk myself out of going, but knowing I was really intrigued. I’d never been to one. I’d seen some porn online that was supposedly recorded in porn booths at one, but I’d never actually seen one myself. As I drove around, I got closer. I was on the main road in an older part of town where a bunch of stores had closed down and were empty. It was a long street with 4 or 5 traffic lights, and as I drove by the church on the street, I felt overwhelmingly guilty. I shouldn’t be going. But as I sat at the light outside the church, I could see about 3 blocks away a small glowing sign. That was it. I drove further, my chest feeling tight as I got closer, knowing I should turn off at the corner, and feeling ashamed when I didn’t. I pulled over about a block away, the single sign glowing on the block ahead. I could already make out the lettering “Adult Outlet.” I got out of the car, locked it, and started walking, and walked right by the door, hoping I could see inside. But all the windows were blacked out, the sign the only hint there was a store there. There were some cars along the street, but not many. I knew there was a parking lot out back, but I really didn’t want to be back in the darker alleys at this time of night, though I was tempted for the anonymity. But there wasn’t any traffic on the street, and I was a good half hour from home. I walked back past the door again and hesitated, my heart was pounding in my chest, and my eyes locked on the door. The night air was humid, but I felt a chill standing there in a tank top, shorts and flip flops. What if no one liked me? I was 19, and I had a trim body that I thought looked good with lean muscle, but I also looked really young still, and kinda nerdy. My hair was blonde with some ginger tinges, and I wasn’t really one to stand out in a crowd. I took a breath and walked in. The door chimed and my heart jumped. Inside was brightly lit, and the store had a lot of shelves everywhere. I walked around, trying to take it in and get my bearings. Lots and lots of DVDs, and some different toys. I ignored the products with women on them, and zoned in on stuff with the guys pictured on the boxes. I just got hornier. I looked around and thought maybe the stories weren’t true — there was no way people cruised in a place like this. And there were no booths, just shelves. I was about to leave when I heard the door chime again and another guy appeared out of nowhere, walking toward the front counter. There was a side hallway I hadn’t noticed, tucked behind a row of shelves. I walked that way nervously, and saw a long hallways lined with DVDs, and a doorway with a neon glow about halfway down. I started down the hallway when the clerk yelled at me, “You need to purchase a ticket, kiddo.” My heart stopped and I wanted to run. But I had to go back back toward the front desk anyway. I walked up, the other guy furnishing his purchase. He looked at me as he turned around, smiled, and headed toward the back again, disappearing into the neon glowing doorway. “You want a ticket?” I nodded. “ID?” I fumbled my ID, dropping it twice, and handy it a bit shakily to him. He looked it over, looked at me, and I immediately feared he knew me or recognized my name on the ID and knew my parents. He handed it back. “Twelve bucks. And you should probably buy some head cleaner.” “What?” He shook his head, pulled something out of the display case, and set a small bottle wrapped in bright yellow on the counter. “You should take a bottle of this, too. I think you’ll need it.” I had no idea what it was, or why I’d need it. “Ok.” He rang me out, I paid him, and headed out back, my flip flops scuffling on the floor. My heart was racing again as I reached that glowing door. There was a purple neon sign inside that was radiating the glow, and I stepped into what was otherwise darkness. It was weird this hallway was so dark since the store was brightly lit, but I walked in and turned to my left. There was a maze of hallways, four in total, I think. My eyes adjusted and I walked slowly, seeing rows of doors in each hallway with lights above the doors, some of them blazing bright red. I didn’t know what they lights meant. I wandered, hearing grunts and porn playing. I looked in a few of the booths, seeing a small video screen and controls. After a few minutes, I stepped into one and fumbled around with the controls, pulling up some gay porn after a few tries. I was surprised to find there was actually A LOT of gay porn on the channels. I stood there, closed the door, and started watching a few channels, flipping around the different scenes and settling on a couple young guys giving head. After a minute I pulled out my cock and slowly began stroking. I was rock hard. I finally noticed the windows on either side of the booth, and some switches at the top. I played around, and realized the switches raised and lowered a screen inside the window. Holy shit! I could see inside other booths! But both were empty. I zipped up and started walking around again, checking out the hallways, and wondered who else was here. I couldn’t be the only guy here — I’d seen the guy at the counter come back here. I walked one hallway over and saw more red lights glowing above the doorways. I tried a couple of the doors, but they were locked. There was one without a light, and I tried that — empty, but between two doors with the light going. I stepped inside. The two side windows were covered, so I unzipped my shorts, started stroking slowly to some porn. I heard a whirring sound almost immediately, and looked at one of the windows. I touch the button and the screen went up — turns out both people have to had to raise their screen. Right there on the other wise was another guy with his cock out, stroking it. It was a thick cock and a long shaft. He turned so I could see it well, and. I automatically followed his example. Holy shit! There’s a guy stroking on the other wise looking at my cock. He was wearing jeans and boots, which. Was all I could see of him, his jeans halfway down his thighs. He wagged his cock toward the window, and I did the same, feeling self-conscious and awkward, but feeling myself ay through it. I wondered what his cock felt like. He kinda bent over, and I instinctively pulled my cock back into my underwear a, uncertain what was happening. He looked under the curtain, checking me out, and stood up again. Then he zipped up and abruptly left. My heart sank. Rejected right away. I suddenly felt very awkward and out of place. Standing there half naked in the glow from the video screen, I felt demoralized and decided to leave. I started to pack up and turned to the door when it suddenly opened. In stepped the guy in jeans and boots. He was tall, about 6 feet to my 5’8”, and he was wearing a button door shirt that was opened and showing off muscled pecs and dark hair. He looked to be in his late 30s or early 40s, and instantly struck me as sexy. I had never been around older guys, just college guys from school. He gave off an energy that was confident and sexy. He looked at me, looking me up and down, and held an intense stare. He reached out and tweeted a nipple, which I recoiled a little bit because it hurt and no one had ever done that. He pulled out his cock again, and pushed his jeans down to his knees. I pushed my shorts down, and they easily fell to the floor with the weight of my phone and keys in them. He reached out and pulled off my tank top, then started rubbing my chest. “nice,” he said in a quiet tone. I did the same, enthralled by. The hardness of his pecs. I suddenly felt very small. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. He ran his hands up and down. My naked body. Oh my god, I was naked in a booth with a. Stranger touching me. It was awkward, but thrilling. A part of me started to pull back to bolt, but he held me firm. He reached down and massaged my ass. I melted a little, and an amazing shiver ran up my spine. He flexed his hips, and I felt his hard, smooth cock sliding across my abs. My breathing got weird, in a way. I’d not felt it before. I started panting a little. The heat coming off his body was alluring, and I could the stark difference between the air. Conditioned air that was blowing across my naked backside. “Turn around” he whispered.

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I met Mark through Instagram, as we shared some common gear interests. Found out he was local, and he wore my same size, so we started swapping gear every once in a while. I've been in a relationship ever since we met, but he has been single and having fun breeding bottoms all over the city. He started sending me videos of his conquests and of him jacking off, and I've used them when my husband is not in the mood and I am. For the longest time Mark has been telling me he wants to fuck me. He has suggested we hang out, gear up, have a smoke, and jack off. No cheating, just two buds hanging out. I've thought about joining him many times, but I've been a good husband and abstained. This has been going on for a couple of years, and Mark has always kept that door open, teasing me with photos and videos of his massive cock. What makes this even more interesting is that he confided in me a while ago that he was Poz. I remember when he told me and we talked about, how hard I got thinking about the videos he has sent where I can see the gobs of cum shooting out forcefully. I knew he was on meds, but I would pretend that cum was going in me, unmedicated, toxic, and that would always push me over the edge. During one of our night time chats, I had mentioned to him my chaser fantasy. He just said "That's hot" and we moved on. His teasing started to get a little more intense. He had just moved into a new place by himself, and he would send me a video of him geared up, looking fucking hot, and stroking his big cock. "When can I fuck you? You should ask your husband for a freebie. Wouldn't that be amazing?" I would say yeah, it would, but never act on it. I would meet up with him to swap gear, and most of our interactions then would be friendly and quick, but every time I'd see him, I'd hug him afterwards and could feel his bulge. It was driving me crazy. The days I was the most horny I was always going through the videos he had sent me and fantasizing about what he could do to me. Recently, husband went out of town for a work trip. He was going to be gone for two weeks. I mentioned this to Mark, and I probably shouldn't have because he got more aggressive in his teasing and invitations. He would message me in the evenings, when he knew I was starting to get horny, and offer to come over and hang out. I'd decline, but every day he was chipping away at my desire to say yes. A week later of having a lot of material from him, I finally agreed. Told him we could hang out, have a smoke in gear, and just watch each other jack off. He showed up at my place fully geared up. Leather, cowboy hat, boots. I had done the same. I opened the door and welcomed him in. I had just gotten a cigar order, and had set up the backyard for us to light up and chat. We started smoking, and I was already hard. I could tell he was too, I could see his bulge. He wasn't subtle, he would rub his crotch, and catch me looking at it. So he proceeded to open his zipper and pulled out his hard cock through his jeans. I could see it standing up against the leather, glistening with precum. He started stroking it. "Don't you want a little taste?" I nodded. I was in an aroused horny haze, my cock was controlling my actions, I found myself getting up and walking over, kneeling down and putting my tongue against his cock head. It tasted so good. Next thing I knew, I was putting this large piece of meat in my mouth, doing my best to not gag on his thick 8 inches. He was gleefully pushing my head down on his cock and holding it there. I could feel the precum leak more. The smell of the leather, the cigar and his musk were sending me into overdrive, my animal instincts kicking in. I moved my mouth from my cock to his mouth, and gave him a deep kiss. "I need you to fuck me" I told him. He grinned. I dropped unbuckled my pants, dropped them low enough to show him my ass, and bent over, inviting him to get closer. He did not hesitate, and immediately planted his bearded face in it and started rimming my hole, getting it wet and opened up. I was going WILD, my need for a cock in my ass growing intensely. My moans were invitations for him to keep going, and he did. He spit in my ass and his cock, and pressed his head against my hole. My hole was opening up slowly to him, but he was not waiting, and he was pushing, holding me down and forcing his big thick cock to split me open. I could feel the pain but I couldn't do anything, nor did I want to. I relaxed and he was all the way in, balls deep. I had someone else's cock, deep in me, raw, in my own backyard. I didn't care. I was in heaven. Mark started pulling out almost all the way out, and then ramming all the way in again, his balls slapping against my ass. I was rock hard, precumming myself, something I rarely do, thinking about this cock I had fantasized about for so long. Then it suddenly clicked in my head, Mark is poz! What am I doing?? He was on meds, so this should be fine, I really wanted to feel his cum in me, so I went back to the moment and enjoyed the fucking. "You have a fucking nice and tight hole man. I'm going to pump my load in you". "Fuck yeah!" was my reply. "I'm close, are you ready for this?" I responded with another enthusiastic "FUCK YEAH!". He made one final big thrust, pushing his cock deep inside me, and announced "Take my poz load bitch! I stopped taking my meds months ago". FUUUUCK. My cock started sputtering loads of cum without me touching myself as Mark pumped several shots of toxic poz cum in my hole. I didn't know what to do. I was clearly enjoying this, but I was also freaking out. Mark held me closely, still in me, and told me it was all going to be ok. I had a lot of thoughts going through my head, but I could not deny this was the hottest fuck I had ever had. My life was about to change, and I was rock hard thinking about what was to come.

A DL married guy HMU in an app. Typical no pic no info but sent his ass in message. I was on my way to work but made a pit stop. Walked in pleasantly surprised by a hot little otter. Stripped him down and found a 6” uncut cock to go with his hot little ass. He sat on the edge of the bed while I tucked his face for a while then rolled him back and ate his ass. Then stood up putting out cocks together. His was totally hidden behind mine and he was begging for my big dick. I started sliding my cock over his wet hole as he moaned and begged for it. I asked if he wanted my big cock and he moaned yes. I pulled back and gave him another view of my cock against his and told him to look at that big cock because it’s going to be in you. Then began just pressing my cock against his hole slowly sliding deeper and deeper as he stretched around me. Finally I just kept constant pressure and slide halfway in as he gasped omg, fuck me. I fucked him on his back over the edge of the bed then rolled him to his side with a leg over my shoulder and fucked him, then both legs over my shoulders and ass up, turned him around and fucked him doggy before pushing his head down and getting in the bed straddling him pile driving my cock into his ass. I pushed him down and payed I too it him slowly fucking him as I wispered into his ear asking if he wanted my cum. He started to beg for it. I began stroking harder and faster building up my load and told him he was going to get it and dumped my cum in him. I kept fucking to churn it up and watch my dick pulling my cum out with each stroke, when I pulled out I rolled him on his back and fingered his cummy hole and told him to cum for me. He nestled into my shoulder and began to jerk off as I fingered his hole until he blew his load over his and my chest. Super hot detour before work. Hope he HMU again when his wife is gone and he’s working from home. that was my first hook up and load dumped in months. I’m liking being vaccinated 🙂

Hey y'all, I recently found the video that made me a bugchaser again. It was taken off of pornhub recently. I was told that this was originally from twitter. Does anyone know the twitter handle or where on there I can find it? Thanks! [think before following links] https://www.tnaflix.com/hd-videos/You're-neg%2C-right%3F/video4487811

Missing my sauna visits, where I could fuck many holes and let others squirt right inside me!

This morning, one of my regular fuck boy Dwayne, came over. My own boy Drew and I were so fukkin horny, we hadn't cum for days. We were both buck naked and hard when Drew arrived. We both fucked his mouth while we decided who was first up. Dwayne lay face down on out bed with a pillow under his waist so his ass was in the air. Drew went first - he mounted Dwayne and went up him balls deep and pounded him. I love watching Drew's ass thrust while he fucks. I buried my face in Drew's crack and ate him out while he shot his load into Dwayne. My turn next. I mounted Dwayne and slid easily inside him. Drew's sperm felt so good on my shaft. I pumped Dwayne while Drew gripped my balls tight - I like that. I grunted and emptied my nut sack into Dwayne. I rimmed his ass and licked our loads from his hole. I then got to watch Dwayne breeding Drew. After 30 mins I seeded Drew, enjoying Dwayne's load in his hole.

The radiant floor he was doing it's job and we were now both naked. I could barely take my eyes off Mike's gorgeous body. I pointed to where I kept my special lube for Mike to retrieve it. I reclined fully exposed in my sling, feet up in the stirrups. I loved the slight burn in my guts as his big farmer's finger penetrated and massaged my hole and inner lining. He motioned towards his coveralls, "I have a condom if you want. Something tells me you would rather I plunge in raw." "Your intuition read that right " I responded. "So of course you know I don't tolerate pull outs." "Oh man, this raw eight inches goes in you it ain't cumin out 'til my babies are deep in your gut!" "Babies eh?!", I queried. "You poz?" "No. I just meant sperm. Sorry if that disappoints." "Not at all,; but, let's stop talking and start fucking." With that he plunged in balls deep. I gasped out a cry begging for a moment to recover. Having taken a few deep breaths and a couple hits of poppers I nodded in readiness. It was a good thing I was ready, 'cause he pounded me like a deasel piston at full power. And, he kept it up for twenty unrelenting minutes. My groans and calls of delight just got louder and louder and more unrestrained. "Fuck yeah you brute! Ugh, fuuuuuuccck, shit! Don't stop man! Destroy my fuckin hairy hole with your big raw tool! God damn man, that naked cock feels so fuckin good! Yeah man! Pound my prostate into my chest!" "Fuuuuuuccck!" He was covered in sweat by now. It was dripping off his hairy chest onto mine and off his curly hair into my eyes. I didn't care. I just wanted this epic fuck to last forever. To soon he asked, "You ready man 'cause my balls are ready to explode!" I didn't have time to say, "Give it to me." I could feel his dick begin to pulse and spew spooge after spooge deep in my guts. "Fuck man!" I gasped. "That was awesome!" He took a deep breath, "Hey you fucker slut! I'm not done with you yet. There are at least two more loads where that came from." I could already feel his erection returning inside me. The next fuck was just as intense; but, the pace was slower and deliberate. During this he probed me with questions. "When was the last time you were bred?" (Two months ago.) Are you a total bottom? (With men.) So you have sex with women? (My wife and her girlfriends) Cool. Do you ever really fish in this hut? (Rarely) What party drugs do you like? (Most everything. I would love to do a slam sometime.) Fuckin A man! Ready for load two, 'cause here it is. Ugh, Augh, Fuuuuuuccck!" My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my cock erupted hands free shooting cum all over my torso, face, into my hair and one shot hit the hut wall behind me. By now it was dark outside and we were so overheated that we moved the next round outside. Mike railed me as I leaned against his tractor tire. With three quick pumps he unloaded within me with as much cum as the first orgasm. We quickly rushed back inside to get warm and sniff down a few more lines. The fourth fuck he took me doggy style on the cozy floor. As rope upon rope sprayed my insides we heard a snowmobile come to a stop beside my hut. With no knock the door opened and Stan found his naked son sprawled and gasping on my back with his raw cock still up my hole.

My name is Jacob. I grew up in a very strict evangelical Christian family. We attented church twice a week, had bible study every night at home, and believed sex was only in marriage for procreation. That's why we had 9 kids in our family. I was number 5. We lived in a small house with no privacy. All the boy's shared one room, all the girls another. So needless to say not only was masturbation a sin, it was near impossible to find a place to do it. But teenage hormones always find a way. I had mastered the art of silently rubbing myself off late at night, cumming into my hand then licking it clean to leave no telltale sign of my disobedience. Disobedience was a severely punishable crime. After God, Father and Mother reigned supreme, and any fractions were dealt with swiftly and severely. This most often consisted of a switch to the palms, or bare buttocks. I remember once my older brother Elijah was caught touching himself and Father made him strip naked in front of us boys and bend over, grabbing his ankles while his buttocks were administered with 39 lashes, the same number Jesus endured. He had to say "I am a sinner, I deserve this, Thank you Lord Jesus" after every strike on his flesh. All I could focus on was his exposed anus and his testicles and penis hanging down, all covered in light hair, such as I was sprouting at the time. I felt my own penis getting hard as I stared at my naked brothers private parts. But like I said, hormones drive teenage boys to take risks. I was 15 when I discovered I could sneak into my neighbor's garage while he was away at work and have a much more satisfying masturbation session that I could late at night in my room. Here, I had privacy and could strip naked and enjoy my body without fear of getting caught. Or so I thought. I had been enjoying Mr. Jackson's garage for several years, when one day there was a new development. I had snuck in as usual and started dropping my trousers when something caught my eye. On a shelf were some magazines. And not just any magazines, they were sex magazines. GAY sex magazines! Even more sinful than unmarried men and women! My blood ran cold knowing the devil was tempting me beyond my youthful masturbation, but I couldn't look away. I was transfixed at the images. I had of course heard of the evils of homosexual sex, but had never seen it. And here it was staring me in the face. And my penis had never been harder! I had barely touched myself when I ejaculated a mighty load all over Mr. Jackson's magazines and garage floor. I panicked at the thought of leaving evidence of my tresspassing and frantically licked my sperm off the magazines as best I could before replacing them as I found them. I pulled up my trousers and quickly went home, forgetting about what I left on the floor. A couple of days later, I returned to find the magazines again. This time I looked through more of them as I delicately stroked my penis until I orgasmed into my hand and cleaned up the evidence. I was hooked. The devil had his claws in me, and that night I prayed and prayed to God to save my soul. But I was too far gone with my interest in those magazines. Several weeks went by, with me there almost every day, falling deeper into the devil's trap. Then it happened. I was laying naked on Mr. Jackson's garage floor, stroking my penis, and I heard it. The door to the house opened and there I was, caught red handed. I didn't realize Mr. Jackson was home that day and I was caught hook, line, and sinker. I froze in terror, unable to move. Mr. Jackson just looked down at my naked body and smiled an evil smile. "Well, well, well," he snickered. "So it's you Jacob. I was wondering which boy had been sneaking over here. Looks like I caught me a tresspasser." As he said this he aimed his phone at me and snapped a couple pictures. "How old are you now boy?" he asked me. "18 now Sir." I was barely able to get out. "Perfect." he said as he snapped another picture. "Now what would your parents say if I told them about this and showed them these pictures?" "Please Sir!" I begged, tears running down my face. "Please don't tell them. I will be condemned." "You already are boy. Your mine now." He laughed as he stared down at me. Mr. Jackson was an older black man, with a short greying beard and a bit of a pot belly. He started unbuttoning his pants as he said, "I know you're a faggot Jacob. I know you've been looking at those magazines as you jerk off. Well boy, now I own you, and if you want to keep this private, you'll do as I say!" With that he pulled out his big, black dick which was already rock hard. I knew what he wanted me to do. I had now seen dozens of pictures of men sucking each others penises. I was about to do the same. "Meet your new friend, Kahn." he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "Open up faggot!" My mouth spread apart as the tears ran down my face. Without ceremony he pushed his penis into my open mouth and started ramming it in and out. I struggled and gagged, choking on it as he held my hair, pulling my head back and forth, taking more pictures of my first oral sex. "Suck it you self righteous little whore. You're my whore now! God can't save you. You'll learn to worship and pray at your new god. You'll do anything I tell you, and learn to beg for it!" With that he started ejaculating down my throat, pumping his sperm down into my belly. When he was done he pushed me back down to the ground, smiling at my rock hard teen dick. "Jerk it boy!" He ordered me. I just grabbed it and started to shoot as soon as I had stroked it a couple of times. Mr. Jackson of course took more pictures as I shot all over myself. "Lick it up bitch!" He demanded. Then get dressed and get out. I'll be in contact." With that he went inside the house, leaving me naked and trembling at what had transpired. I knew I was now his property.

Ringleader: “This BareDaddy has been pestering me on and off for several months, he’s obviously turned on by the idea of being pozzed, but lacks the commitment to go through with it!” Beast: “Yes, he’s contacted me a few times without going through with it.” BigMuscle: “He’s asked me all kinds of questions including where I tend to frequent, but never directly asks to be fucked!” Beast: “We need to teach him a lesson he’ll never forget.” Ringleader: “I think the chance is coming up. He’s advertised a sauna meet-up on BBrt. I’ll ask Barelover to request an invitation. I’m sure he’ll take the bait. No one else has yet signed up and it’s only a couple of days away this Saturday. Barelover describes himself as not sure, only because he hasn’t the courage to get himself checked. We’ve all fucked him on several occasions and know how much toxic cum we’ve all poured into him!” LoadingUp: “Well I’m free this Saturday. So there’s nothing stopping me attending and shooting my high viral load inside him. I’ll check out his profile so I’ll be ready to load him.” Beast: “And I’ll teach him what sodomy is all about. He’ll reap what he sows! Or rather I’ll sow my poz seed inside his arse!” BigMuscle: You know me, I’m always ready to stick my bare cock up a neg arse and leave my gift inside someone whenever I visit a sauna.” Ringleader: “Well we’re all agreed then, between us the five of us will ensure he no longer plays around. I’ll come early to prepare him for the onslaught of you guys after Barelover has started the process of converting him!” Drew was disappointed that once again, no one had requested an invite to his sauna party, when he received a request from someone called BareLover. He was versatile like himself, but described himself as not sure of his status. After a slight doubt, Drew thought there was no harm accepting his request after all he was only being honest. Drew now started to look forward to some good bareback fun the next day. Drew arrived on time and after undressing and showering went straight to the darkroom. There in the gloom he managed to see three people. Two seemed interested at the new arrival, the third seemed happy just to watch. As one guy started to suck Drew’s cock to erection, Drew did the same for the other guy. At first this cock didn’t seem like much, but after some oral attention, it grew in Drew’s mouth to a reasonable size, albeit it somewhat skinny. Drew decided to concentrate on this guy to the detriment of the other, who’d been sucking him off and after a while he left the backroom. Drew presumed now that he was primed; he would presumably mount him with his stiff cock. But instead he was more interested in Drew fucking him. Not one to complain and ready to fuck after the other guy’s attention, Drew plunged his bare cock inside this man’s arse. Drew thrust inside again and again as his pace picked up; he was enjoying his first bareback fuck of the afternoon. The feeling of his bare cock inside the other guy’s bare hole was really turning him on. So his pace quickened further. In and out he thrust as his balls began to tense with the sensation of his bare fucking and before he knew it his cock was spewing semen inside this willing arse. Drew’s cock quickly went flaccid and he still hoped the other guy would return the favour as he offered him his own arse in return. Although he did take him up on the offer and started to fuck Drew bareback, it was only half-hearted and soon he desisted. It was then that the onlooker joined in, he seemed to whisper to the guy, presumably in encouragement. Then he prepped Drew’s hole with first one finger, then a second and finally a third. It was rather rough and considering the thin size of the guy’s cock more than enough. But the other guy had been wanking his cock back to a reasonable size and was now raring to have another chance at unloading himself into Drew. “Hi!” he said, “You must be BareDaddy, I’m BareLover. Don’t worry I’ll pour my load deep inside you!” Even though he had a thin cock, his thrusts at first were rather painful, possibly on account of the other guy’s manual ministrations. After a while though, the pain diminished and the thrill of receiving his first load of the afternoon grew. Drew could feel his cock penetrating his bare hole and looked forward to it being coated with this man’s cum. He forced his thin cock in as hard as he could eager to empty his load. When he was ready he held his cock firmly inside Drew’s arse as his toxic cum oozed out of Barelover’s cock and into Drew’s neg hole. As soon as Barelover pulled out, the onlooker took over immediately and started to feel inside Drew’s hole. “Mmm, I see you’ve had a good seeding. I think I’ll add mine too!” After finger fucking Drew quite savagely for a while he was ready to mount him and pushed his bare cock inside Drew’s ravaged bottom. No lube just the coating from Barelover’s seed. At first, this fuck was also somewhat painful until the sensation of another bare-fucking and the prospect of a second load took over in Drew’s lust to be filled. Whilst Drew was being fucked, another guy came into the darkroom and also watched this performance intensely as he wanked himself into an erect state. The new guy told the one that was fucking me “C’mon mate fill him full of your hot jizz, then it’s my turn to fuck him. At first I feared this would just put the other guy off, but instead his speed increased as did his breathing, which became very heavy and it wasn’t long before a grunt signified he was shooting his load inside. As soon as he’d pulled out, the new guy took over and plunged his cock inside Drew. “I’ll teach you what it means to be fucked bare!” he threatened. “I’m going to fuck you so fucking deep. You are going to take my load whether you want it or not!” He thrust into Drew mercilessly. Drew didn’t know whether pain or pleasure was going to win through. This guy was determined to plough Drew’s hole hard and relentlessly. “You’re going to understand what sodomy entails!” he added. He continued to verbally describe what he was doing to Drew throughout his onslaught. Finally he said “Here it comes! I'm blasting in you! "Take my load!" Drew received his third unknown poz load of the afternoon. Then Drew found himself in a hiatus, his three suitors had all dumped and gone and the darkroom was empty. Drew was more than satisfied with having already received three loads, when the onlooker returned with another guy wearing a large towel. Had this guy deliberately brought someone else to fuck Drew? When he dropped his towel Drew was surprised at how big this man’s cock was, especially because it was only semi-erect. Drops of precum were dripping from the tip. In lust, Drew grabbed his cock and began sucking it. He was also mindful that when fully erect he wondered whether he would be able to accommodate such a large member, so he could satisfy his craving by sucking him dry. But when the guy was fully erect, he lubed up and said to Drew “You got poppers?" To which Drew replied "yes." Then he said, "good ‘cause you're gonna need them," He started teasing Drew’s hole with the head of his cock. His huge tip began pushing against his hole. Suddenly, he pushed harder and the head disappeared inside Drew’s arse. He pulled back slightly then forward and another two inches went in and Drew cried out. He pulled back almost all the way out and pushed forward again. Yet there was about four inches still not inside of him. “Take it out! Take it out! It hurts!” Drew yelled before sniffing heavily on his poppers and eventually with this loosening and the guy’s insistent onslaught he drove his raw cock fully into his hole straight down to his balls. It hurt like hell but felt so good at the same time. Now this guy mercilessly ploughed Drew’s already ravished hole, still sore from the previous bare fucks. When it was time for him to come he pushed his huge dick as far inside Drew’s hole as he possibly could and let his cock pump his toxic load deep within. Whilst this was happening another stocky guy had entered the darkroom and was seemingly acknowledged by the other guy who’d brought this big dick guy in. Had he invited another person to take Drew’s hole? Whilst the big dicked guy was pumping his load inside Drew, so this guy was pumping his cock hard to get it to full erection, He was clearly intending to fuck Drew as soon as the other guy had finished dumping his load. Indeed when he’d finished, this new guy came over and whispered into Drew’s ear “I’ve been looking forward to seeding you for the last two days!” (Obviously, thought Drew, he’d seen the advert but not requested an invite, but had still turned up today.) He continued, “I’m so worked up, I don’t think I’ll last long inside you. I’ll load you up quickly!” It was indeed true, almost as soon as he’d mounted Drew and forced his cock inside, he was unloading into him. But what a load, this guy kept coming and coming. His cum started pouring out of Drew’s hole and down his perineum and trickled down Drew’s balls. There was so much that cum kept squelching out in great spurts at regular intervals. It was so messy Drew decided he had to go to take a shower to clean up. Whilst he was taking his shower, Drew noticed the stocky guy also showering; the one who’d just unloaded so much spunk into him. His cock was still dripping with spunk, which he washed off in the shower. But when he turned round to wash his back, Drew got the shock of his life when he saw the unmistakeable tattoo branded between his shoulders. But this got Drew thinking further. This guy had said he’d been wanting to seed him for a couple of days. He knew the guy who now Drew thought seemed to have orchestrated the whole affair. In all probability they were all positive. Didn’t the verbal beast threaten to teach him what barebacking meant? Hadn’t the first guy who contacted him, BareLover, who’d described himself as ‘Not Sure’, been encouraged by that guy to continue with the fucking until he came. Wasn’t the big dicked guy brought in to fuck him by this same ringleader? As this point Drew realised that his sauna party had been hijacked by a team of pozzers, whose only goal was to convert him. If you've enjoyed this story please like it and I always appreciate comments about the story from you guys.

Recently moved from the outback Australia to the coast and enjoying the offer of much more sex. Met up with a guy last Friday and there was such a connection. He loaded me up 3 times/3loads. 2 days ago, a cute guy dropped by and wanted to cum over my hole and push it back in on his way to the pub. He literally bent me over the end of the bed and went to town once he was in me and just stay in me and shot his load in me. Pulled pants up and left. He messaged me last night - been out drinking and edging - needed another go. This time stayed a little longer and enjoyed the fuck in different positions before seeding me - my last load. Not sure what the cause is, but I am so hyper sexual at the moment. I am jacking off like 6 times a day and insane for cock and cum all day lol So trying to organize a BB breeding party in Brisbane next month to take as much cum as is on offer to quench the thirst lol.

I met a married guy from one of the websites I have a profile. He was kind of shy, said he had played some many years ago but thought he was over it. We met a couple of times, trades some oral, I rimmed him good time which he really liked. We we chatting one day and the subject of fucking came up and he said he'd never fucked a guy. The next time we got together I sucked him to get him really horny and suggested he try it. He insisted on a condom, fumbled a minute putting one on and lost his erection. He was completely embarrassed. I sucked him back to life and had him cum in my mouth. We met a few more times but he wouldn't try to fuck me again. Then, chatting one night, he admitted he still wanted to try it but said he always had trouble keeping it up with a condom on. After agreeing that we were both very safe, he said he'd consider ditching the condoms. Next time we got together we did the usual stroking and sucking and he asked if I was sure about letting him fuck me without a rubber. I grinned big and assured him it was okay. He lubed up and I got on all fours. I could tell when he started rubbing the head around my hole he definitely didn't have performance issues without the condom. He started pushing inside and after a few seconds, my hole relaxed and he slid in deep. His cock is average length but a little thicker then most and felt great. He started fucking me and was doing a great job. He ended pushing me flat down, laying on top of me and fucking me pretty hard. He slowed at one point and asked if I sure I was okay with him cumming in me. I told him I really wanted his load in me and he sped back up the fucking. After a few more minutes he started getting faster, then went deep, groaned and I could feel his cock jerking in me. After he left, I realized what a load he left in me. He must not have cum for days. Looks like I've got another good bareback fuckbuddy.

A few weeks back I spent the whole night barebacking a 20s slim, petite Indian bum boy; we were both nicely 'warmed up' and it was his birthday and my present to him was his first all night session His ass hole was amazingly tight, even for a slim younger Asian, and it was a beautiful feeling barebacking such a tight and not yet very experienced hole. He got so hard and horned that his cock, not huge, grew rock hard, and, well after a night of fucking him, I sat on it and he shot his load into my guts. A very happy birthday indeed. Almost as soon as he left, in fact as he was getting dressed, another 20s boy, Vietnamese, contacted me, and after a short rest he was on his way over. He'd been up all night like me and when he arrived I fucked him pretty much non-stop for about 2 hours. He soon fell asleep and I moved into another room to let him rest and fell asleep myself I woke up maybe 2 hours later with him naked in the room where I was, saying he might head home, but one I started caressing him and kissing him we both got super horned and headed back to bed. Let's just say that his ass got well used. Two hot young Asians in one night and day. Just what life is meant to be

Wouldn't it be better for people who oppose cheating to start their own thread? What other solution can you think of to leave space for people who enjoy cheating, or who don't cheat but do get turned on by the topic? The original poster asked for advice about playing while everyone is stuck at home during the Covid-19 pandemic. Opposing cheating seems off-topic. One of the things I love about Breeding Zone is that there's room here to discuss a broad spectrum of sexual practices, including extreme ones. Unlike deliberately seeking or transmitting STDs, taking strangers' cocks and cum through glory holes, and other practices that are discussed openly and enthusiastically here, cheating is common and not extreme. (I mention this as a comparison of sexual behaviors, not as an endorsement.) Straight people cheat, married people cheat, heads of state cheat, famous fundamentalist Christian pastors cheat, there is historic evidence of cheating going back to ancient times, and cheating is one of the most common topics in literature. Do you mean to forbid the topic, either explicitly, or by drowning out discussions with negative replies? For a moment I thought I was reading r/survivinginfidelity on Reddit, and it was a boner-killer.

I was laying on my back. Legs spread apart, looking at these two, hot muscular men. They were smiling their horny smiles to me and each other. Michael took a step foreward, and approached me. He let some spit drip down on his cock, just before he placed his cockhead on my hole. He slowly inserted it into my ass, inch for inch. When he was balls deep he exhaled deeply, and started thrusting. He kept a steady rythm, fucking me. He didnt go particularily hard, nor too soft. Peter came over to me, stepped up onto the bed, sitting on my face while he made out with Michael. At this point I really enjoyed the whole scene. Peter's ass was hot, his hole was beautiful, and when felt really good when I used my tongue on it. Sitting on me, he was mostly in control, burying my face in his ass. It felt amazing eating it while Michael was fucking me. I was really their toy now. Peter was right, Michael came rather quickly. Thinking of the fact that we had been playing for hours, I was surprised he suddenly came so quick. I noticed he changed tempo and force, thrusting faster and harder. "I'm close", Michael remarked. "Fuck yeah. Fill this slutty hole with your cum. Breed him well, and ampty your balls inside him" Peter said with great energy. "Mmmmm", was all I could say from inside Peters tasty ass. "He wants your cum, Michael. He needs it, he really does. All that sperm inside him, fill him up. Give him that cum. All that you got." Peter continued. It was right. Peter was a verbal genius. It was after this that I checked out Damien Silver. No wonder Damien and Peter were friends. Continuing to be verbal, and make the situation horny as hell, Peter was almost directing the scene. Michael got closer and closer, Peter asking him to come inside me. While this was happening he moved away, and stuck his cock down my throat. I really got familiar with the taste of Peter this night. I would recognize it any day. Michael came inside me. He was thrusting, then suddenly stopped, and just pressed deeper and deeper. Leaning foreward, cramping a bit while pumping his cum into me. He moaned like nothing I had heard before. It was maybe the most satisfied sound I ever hread. Peter however, didnt take any break. He kept throatfucking me the whole time. "Hell yeeeah! Thats good, pump him full, Michael! Fill his ass with your ball juice. Empty your balls in him. Fuck yeah!!" I was horny as fuck, and had I not gagged on Peters cock, I would have begged for his load too. Michael continued some minutes with slow thrusting, just to make sure all drops of cum were inside me. Then he pulled out carefully. Peter let my throat go, and jumped off the bed. He gave Michael a kiss and pat on the back, saying "Good job. One load inside, one to go!" ...

Relative to some other stories I have read here, this one is going to seem rather ordinary, but for me at the time these events were not. This is a true story. After these events, I continued to live a normal, hetero life while submitting to my darker hungers whenever called upon to do so as I have up to this day. I was 19 and in my second year at university. I was a shy, introverted sort of guy (still am) but masked it effectively and, as a result, moved easily between tribes first in high school and later at the university I attended. I was tall, 6' with long, dirty blond hair and a dry, muscular physique. I was successful with girls largely on the strength of my ability to charm just about anyone. I was working my second year as a hotel clerk in a very large downtown hotel in the center of the city. My boss was a very handsome and sophisticated guy, 33 years old, guy who lived an openly gay lifestyle with a rich lover. I certainly had no issues with his sexuality and just enjoyed working with him. Over time, along with other staff, we began to hang out. Going to bars both straight and gay to drink and dance in the early hours of the morning after our shifts had ended. In those days, I was living with my girlfriend from high school (we'd been dating for three years) who was attending a college in the same town. Jon, my boss, asked me if I could help him move some furniture from his parents place in a nearby city to his lover's house during an upcoming weekend. I spoke to my girlfriend about it and she thought it was fine. She would just go home to visit her parents that weekend. The drive up to his parents' place in the rental truck was relaxed and easy. We arrived just after lunch and quickly got all his stuff loaded and secured in the back of the truck. We then headed to the hotel where Jon checked us into a twin bedded room before we went to get some dinner. In a gesture of gratitude, Jon treated me to a great steak dinner with wine and then drinks on the outdoor terrace before we headed back to the hotel for the night. I was feeling the booze but still wanted to smoke some weed before going to bed. Once in the room, we watched a bit of TV and I asked Jon if it would be okay if I smoked a joint on the balcony. He told me it was fine and I got my kit and rolled myself a joint before heading outside. Enjoying my toke in the warm summer breeze I quickly felt the buzz come on to me and after finishing my joint, sort of stumbled a bit as I entered the room again with a wide grin on my face. Jon just laughed and told me I looked pretty stoned. I told him he was absolutely right. Awkwardly, I pulled my t-shirt off stumbling and hitting the side of my bed almost falling over before managing to get it all off. I then kicked off my sneakers forgetting to take my socks off and dropped my shorts leaving my boxers on. I then layed down on top of the bedspread and promptly fell asleep. I awoke some time later to an incredible sensation. I will still solidly stoned so it took me a bit of time to realize that my boss had pulled my shorts off and was now sucking my cock. I lifted my head heavily and looked down to see him swallowing my entire cock as he sucked on it. He looked up and smiled. I tried to lift myself up but he pressed down on my chest and I relented, enjoying the most incredible sensation I had ever felt. Of course I'd had my cock sucked by my girlfriends, but never like this. Gently, Jon pushed my legs up and began to lick my ass. Again, I was experiencing something sexual like nothing I had ever felt before. Somewhere in my head a voice was telling me that this was wrong, that this was gay, that this was not something I was into. But my body was ignoring that voice with my moans and complete submission the proof of it. Jon then slid up the length of my body and lay on top of me. Again, I tried to lift myself but he easily held me down. He tried to kiss me, the rough, unshaven scratching of his beard against my face a strange sensation. I turned my head away from him but he grabbed my face and held me, his lips hard against mine. I relented and his tongue entered my mouth as I found myself surrendering to his kiss. His tongue was so much larger and longer than that of any girl I had ever kissed. I realized this must be how it feels for my girlfriend when I kissed her. However foggy my head, I was enjoying this and at some point just decided to let whatever happened, happen. I began to respond to his kiss and wrapped my arms around him, surprised at the hair on his back. "I knew you wanted this" I remember him telling me. I moaned in reply as I opened and lifted my legs to him in what seemed a natural response. His hard and substantial cock pressed against my ass as he kissed me while slowly humping against me. He broke the kiss and lifted himself off me. I just lay back with my eyes closed as I felt him leave the bed. I opened my eyes to see him with a facecloth and a small bottle he was wetting it with. A strong chemical smell filled the room. "This is going to help you relax and enjoy yourself more" I remember him telling me as he climbed back on top of me and held the facecloth to my nose and mouth. Initially, I sort of panicked and tried to get up off the bed, but Jon held the facecloth against my mouth and nose while pressing his weight down on me. Stoned as I was, I was not much of a coordinated match for him and as I inhaled, the effect of the poppers rolled over me causing me to slump back down onto the bed. "You like that boy?" he whispered to me as he began to dry hump me again with his big cock. I remember just moaning and feeling overwhelmed by an intense sexual hunger. He continued to hold the facecloth on my face with one hand as he lifted himself and spat into his other hand several times, spreading his spit on my asshole. The sensation was incredible and I would rock my ass to meet his slick hand. When he slid first one wet finger then another into me I responded by trying to fuck his hand. The poppers were providing a relentless rush and I could feel my heart pounding in my head. Jon spat into his hand several more times and then I felt the heat of his cock at my asshole. I inhaled deeply as I surfed on a wave of sexual hunger. He gently pressed himself into me, resting his weight on my hips. I felt a stab of sharp pain as his swollen cock head slipped in past my anus. I could hear him spitting and thick gobs of spit hitting my ass and balls as he continued to push himself into me. He grabbed my hips and lifted me thrusting forward at the same time. I gasped and cried out. He pressed the facecloth onto my face, holding it there as I inhaled the fumes as he slowly began to slide his cock in and out of my hole. In my drugged state I came to an immediate realization. I wanted to be fucked, I loved being fucked, I needed to be fucked. I responded to his considerate motions by lifting my ass to meet his cock. "You like that cock inside you boy?" he asked softly. "Yesssss" I replied the word trailing off to a sigh. He stopped moving and I groaned as he removed the facecloth from over my mouth and nose and again sprinkled it with poppers before putting it back on my face. I inhaled deeply and lifted my ass to feel his cock slide into me. "You're a fucking whore boy" he hissed. Those words seemed to set off a hidden circuit in my brain that electrified my entire body and I moaned loudly as the full meaning of them sunk in. Jon seemed to pick on this and began fucking me harder and faster, thrusting more deeply into me. His eight inch cock was now sending jabs of pain through me each time he bottomed out into my hole. The pain was somehow pleasurable to me and I wanted more of it as I hungrily tried to ram against his thrusts. "What a fucking slut" he continued as his fucking grew harder, more brutal. I responded by moaning and inhaling deeply from the poppers soaked facecloth. Fuck, I could not get enough of the sensation of his cock inside me. He began fucking me faster now, ever harder, ever more brutally. "I'm going to cum inside you bitch. I'm going to breed your faggot hole slut, I want you to beg me for it, beg for my seed you cum slut" he hissed as sweat began dripping of his face onto my chest. "Fuck me" I moaned. "Cum inside me, please" I begged. "Cum inside me, cum inside me, please, cum inside me, cum inside me..." I kept repeating as I struggled to meet the hard thrusts of his cock into me. "I'm going to seed you bitch and I then I will own you, I will own you completely, do you understand me whore?" he continued as I began wincing with each painful thrust into me. "Do you understand bitch!" he yelled. "Yes....yes.....I under....stand....owned....you own.....me.....please....cum inside me....own....me" I answered to the rhythm of his thrusts. He growled and slammed into me then held his cock deep inside me as he began to fire his load into me. He gripped me by the neck and began to squeeze, choking me as he trust again, shooting more of his seed into me. Between the poppers soaked facecloth and his choking I began to feel the room slipping away from me. He slammed once more into me and I felt like I was peeing then felt like I was blacking out. A moment later I was coming back again from the darkness. Jon had removed the facecloth and now rested the full weight of his body, moist with sweat, on top of mine. He put his hand around my throat again and squeezed gently. "You liked that didn't you whore" he whispered softly then kissed me. "Yes, I liked it" I replied, my voice betraying the exhaustion of what I had experienced. He squeezed my throat a little harder. "I own you now. You are my whore and my slut and you will learn to do whatever I want, whenever I want it. Are we clear?" "Yes, we're clear." I replied in resignation of what I had accepted I had become. He released my throat and lifted himself off me, pulling his cock from my ass as he did so. I plopped out heavily and I felt a wetness leak from me. Jon reached between my legs and scooped up some of the cummy filth and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and he gave me his slime covered fingers to suck. In that final surrender I knew I had truly accepted to engage upon that downward path the destination of which I could not yet know.

Was at a house party, and was topping off one dude (that had been flirting wit since i got there) in the bathroom in the basement. Many saw, either only looked for a min or just walked by (lot of fucking going on so I wasn't the only one), but one dude kept looking, and even pulled out his dick and started jerking. I saw his meat and waved him over (no I didn't know him, but saw him while roaming the party earlier), and started sucking him too. First guy didn't seem to mind, and I just went back and forth topping them both off. The door to the bathroom was open from the get go, but now that I was blowing two dudes I guess more people wanted to see, I dunno how many i just remember seeing bodies out the side of my eye. The best part too me was I knew the first dude was getting close dude to him moaning and me feeling his dyck pulsate more and more. I was back and forth, when I went to the second dude, I guess the first dude was already close and I could feel him pulling my hair as I was trying to deep throat the second dude. I ddin't know why at first, but realized afterward as I felt warm sensations on my face...was like wtf lol. I opened my eyes and realized that he was nutting on my face as he couldn't hold it any longer. So I'm stuck topping off the second dude with a face full of nut lol. He eventually nutted down my throat. Luved this one so much as I got so many #, from this and eventual dyck after dudes saw being a hoe. The 2nd dude would eventually lead to my first gangbang.

I had a lot of work, so I couldn’t report my adventures. Saturday a regular fuckbuddy texted me whether he could ask me a great favour. I was sure that he wanted something big. He wanted only to spend the Sunday night with me. He lives in country and Monday he had a job interview in Budapest early morning. He said that he had awful nights before, he was tired so he couldn’t promise to have sex. I like him, so I let it. However, I was sure that we would fuck because we always fuck. He arrive just before the starting of the curfew. We had some chitchat and around ten pm we decided to go to bed. He said again that he was tired. His closeness made me horny, so I had to jerk off. I laid next to him naked and I was slowly stroking my cock. We were talking about sex and watching Twitter videos on my phone. After a while he said that he was ready. First I didn’t understand and thought that he wanted to sleep. But I was wrong. He was rockhard. I knew it. When I touched his hardon, I started to suck him immediately. I gave him a nice deepthroat when he declared that there is the tome for fuck. I turned on my all fours and he fucked me. He was fucking me for quite long when he gave me his for four day collected load. Next day I wanted to have a rest when another fuckbuddy in the end of my street texted me that he wanted my cock and hole. I hesitated but he said that another guy was with him. It was funny because the guy was the one with I had sex last week. It became a real long session threesome. We fucked each other. I was many times in the middle which is my favourite. After hours, the other guest left. We continued the one on one session till I unloaded the host. Unfortunately, next days were full with work and lack of sex.

honestly the best way for a gangbang cumdump to get a lot of cocks to dump loads in you is to go to a busy bathhouse on busy nights (especially during bareback parties) and be in a very public place clearly offering your fuckhole up to anyone and everyone who wants to fuck you. some nights its crazy the amount of loads you can take in the public sling, on darkroom fuckbenches and in rooms with the door left open. just lay there nude, lubed and with your fuckhole in position to take loads. wear a blindfold so that guys know you are willing to let ANYONE fuck you and beg for loads like a whore. between watching you take anonymous loads and hearing you beg strangers to breed you, guys watching will get horny to fuck you. its like sharks in the water when a group of men are watching some cumdump take all loads. it also helps to let me know you will be there all night taking loads by emailing guys and putting up messages online. often I would have my boyfriend there telling guys to breed me or walking around the bathhouse finding men to come and use me. most importantly, be hot. the better your body is, the more men that will fuck it. and be willing to let ANYONE fuck you.

Park cruising, rest stops and public toilet cruising is not something I normally do very often. But, I stumbled onto this situation a few weeks ago and just couldn't resist. I was driving up the interstate freeway north to Salt Lake City. I'd been on the road for several hours and all the coffee I had been drinking was ready to come out. I found a rest area to pull off the highway. It was late at night/early morning, actually. And there were only a couple of cars in the parking lot. As well as a couple of semi trucks parked in the truck parking area. I got out and walked to the restroom. It had a heavy metal door that scraped against the concrete floor as I opened it and walked into the men's room. The bathroom was deserted. I walked to the urinal, unzipped and pulled out my cock. It was a relief to expel all that piss. As I stood at the urinal, I heard the metal door scraping the floor as someone entered the restroom. A tall, heavyset guy in his late 40's came up to the urinal next to me, unzipped and pulled out a hefty, thick slab of meat. He rubbed his finger on the underside of it to coax out some piss. Soon a thick stream of piss was coming from his cock. I was glancing sideways out of my eyes to capture the view. But, trying to not be noticed for being a voyeur. But, as I glanced up to his face, he had obviously noticed me checking out his cock. He smiled at me and then looked down at my cock. I stroked my cock a bit. He did the same. Soon both of us had full hardon's and were standing there stroking our cocks. I finally reached over and took hold of his cock that had now grown to about 7"s of thick, rock hard cock. He motioned with his head to head to one of the stalls. He walked to the large handicapped booth at the back of the bathroom. We both went in and he locked the door to the booth. I dropped to my knees and began to suck on his big cock. The guy looked like he might be one of the truckers. He was dressed in a denim shirt and jeans, with heavy work boots. Wearing a baseball cap. As I was sucking I heard the door scraping open again and footsteps towards one of the urinals. I stopped sucking and looked up at the guy I was sucking. I'm sure I had fear on my face. I mouthed "It's OK", and pushed my head back onto his cock. I went back to sucking him. I heard the toilet flush and the water in the sink turn on. Then I could hear the metal door of the toilet cubicle next to us open and slam against the metal wall between my cubicle and the next one. The guy was pulling some toilet paper off the roll to dry his hands. He must have seen the truckers feet and my knees from under the partition, because he quickly stepped up onto the toilet and looked over the partition, gazing down on us. I looked up, the trucker's cock still in my mouth, as I looked eye to eye with the guy in the next booth. He stood there for several moments watching me suck off this guys cock, then he hopped off the toilet and knocked on our booth door. The trucker leaned forward and unlocked the cubicle door. The other guy came inside the handicapped booth and locked the door behind him. He was soon pulling his pants down. This guy seemed to be in his mid 30's. A rather average, guy next door look to him. I moved to his cock and began to suck him. He was already rock hard. The trucker now tried to get me to scoot over, so he could stand behind me. He whispered for me to pull my pants down. I undid my pants and pulled them to my knees. He knelt behind me. He spit on his fingers a few times and lubed up my ass. I was sucking like crazy on this new guys cock. He continued to swell. He was now a nice 6"s and hard as a rock. The trucker soon was pressing into me. He plopped up inside my sphincter and began to pump. He had only fucked me for a minute or two before the guy I was sucking let out of soft groan and filled my mouth with his hot load of cum. He came and pulled from me very quickly. He zipped up and was out of the booth and out the restroom door in a second. The trucker fucking me reached forward and locked the door again and continued to fuck me. He took about 4 or 5 minutes of deep, hard pounding before he silently emptied his balls into my hole. He then pulled from me. Stood, pulled up and zipped his pants and left the booth and bathroom. I climbed up and did the same. When I left the restroom I could see the trucker climbing back up into the cab of his semi truck. And a sedan car was pulling out of the parking lot, heading back to the freeway. Those were my two fuck buddies. I likewise, climbed into my car and headed back to the freeway for the rest of my journey up north. Something to be said about late night driving on a rural freeway in the middle of nowhere. Thanks for the quick diversion, guys.

I feel like I was doing the Lord’s work tonight. You decide for yourself which one. 😇😈 Last fall, I had chatted up a guy on Grindr - super cute young Latin cub. He was a little hesitant about fucking raw, but he said he would. Then when he came over, he tried to slip on a rubber, so I threw him out. Tonight, I ran into him again on Grindr (new profile, no pic). He quickly told me who he was, and I tried to politely end the conversation. But he kept engaging, so I sensed an opening. We talked about me being on PrEP and just having had my checkup (which is all true). He still wouldn’t agree to fuck bare, but he asked for a blowjob. I decided to roll the dice because he is an adorable 20-year-old who was clearly horny. He came over quickly and was obviously nervous almost to the point of freaking out. We got naked and on the bed, and I went down on him. His cock is somewhere in the 5-6” range but super thick and with a huge foreskin overhang. There was so much extra skin. I told him I wanted a lot of nipple work, but he was way more interested in my ass. I abandoned any pretense of a blow job. He was on his knees on the bed. I got on all fours and stuck my hole a few inches from his dick, put my head down, and arched my back. He moaned and stroked himself. He asked if I had any toys, so i reached over and pulled a 6” dildo from my nightstand. He lubed it up along with my hole and was soon going to town on my ass. He asked if he could smack my ass, and I agreed. We were both moaning over all of this. He asked, “Baby, does that feel good?” I said, “Oh yeah! But your dick would feel so much better.” He stopped, and we went through the whole PrEP story again. I told him that I hadn’t been with anyone since I had my checkup in December (this was an exaggeration - but I had only been with two long term fuckbuddies - no random tricks). He pulled out the dildo and lubed up his cock. He slid inside a hole bare for the first time. His moan was intense. It was not an artful fuck. He struggled with pulling out from taking too long a stroke several times. He had a bad leg cramp at one point. He was distracted from trying to take pictures and video. And he was clearly teetering on the brink of a freak out over going bare the whole time. But the feeling of a raw fuck and my tight hole won out. After about 5-10 minutes, he shot his very first creampie inside me. Afterwards, he had a full blown freak out. I pulled up the negative HIV test on the hospital’s patient portal, and he calmed down. He even asked for a repeat. I got a boy’s first raw fuck and raw load tonight. Not bad for a fat old guy!

Chapter 6. On the drive to the sex club, Sam kept working my boy’s cummy hole with his buttplug. We parked and pulled his shorts up, an obscene stain of wet seed oozing out around the plug. We went in the backdoor of a bar and down a steep flight of steps. Sam said to me, ‘I figured he’d like it anonymous, knowing how he feels about blindfolds and strangers’ cum.’ There was an attendant there checking names off a list. Sam confirmed that the cops had reserved a spot for my boy to take ten loads. They’d set up an ad with pics and told multiple men that they should save their loads for the guy in the red jockstrap. Sam led us down a dark hallway to a room with wooden partitions, waist high shelves and circular openings. He told me to wait there and took my boy around a corner. My boy’s legs came through the opening as he shimmied towards the opening, leaving his jockstrapped ass cheeks right at the edge and his legs hanging there. Sam strapped him into place on their side of the wall. I could hear Sam kissing my boy through the wall as I worked that buttplug in and out. I noticed a marker hanging on a cord right by my boy’s ass and shuddered when I realized guys might use it to tally up his load count. Sam appeared and I helped him hoist my boy’s legs into place, exposing his hungry hole. Sam pulled the plug out and pushed my face into the sloppy spillage oozing out. Several POZ loads mixed with ass juice. It tasted delicious. As I feasted on his ruined pussy, Sam smeared some seed on his fingers and forced them into my ass crack. I moaned as Sam tapped my shoulder, and I noticed several men milling about in the darkness. Sam took the cummy buttplug and lined it up with my ass. Already lubed with frothy cum, it slipped in, my boy’s assjuice and cum lube seeping into my own guts. One after another, the men walked up to my boy, worked their hands and cocks into him, leaving him more gaped and more cum-filled than he’d ever been, the whole while Sam teased my ass with that cummy plug. Ten men did indeed breed him that night, and Sam assured me that they were all toxic. He hung around and took photos of the raw dicks sliding into my boy’s greedy pussy. After every other guy, I lapped up what was pouring out of my boy’s ruined cunt. Man #1 – Short and just-this-side of heavy, olive skin, short fat uncut cock with hairy balls. Came deep inside as I massaged his furry sack. He left the first tick mark on my boy’s ass. Man #2 & 3 – They seemed like a couple, one older, one younger. The older guy was nearly bald, saggy pecs and butt, but a big, long slender dick. His partner slid into his ass while the older man rocked back and forth. He pulled out to shoot on my boy’s ass. It was runny and wet. The younger guy smeared his partner’s cum onto his dick and fucked it into my boy. Two more ticks. Man #4 – A really worked out guy with pumped up muscles, sweaty from head to toe. His dick was pretty small and spongey soft. With my boy’s hole so opened up, he mashed it into the cummy mess and my boy’s hole just engulfed it. He had a big biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. I was actively helping a man with a biohazard tattoo raw fuck my boy. He held still while my boy ground his ass onto it and then leaked his load out. Another tick mark. Man #5 – He was beefy, maybe mid-40s, shaved head, wearing a harness. Sam kissed him and guided his dick into my boy. He held the man’s harness and rammed him back and forth into my boy. As he filled my boy up, Sam kissed him hard, then whispered to me, ‘this is the cock that converted me. He’s still unmedicated…’ He was so sexy. As he made a stroke mark on my boy’s ass, bringing the load count to five, ‘Sam tells me you’re getting you boy POZ fucked and stretched out.’ I nodded. ‘Bring him over to my play den sometime. I’ll really stretch him out for you.’ I nodded, hoping Sam would make those arrangements. He added, ‘Your ass is begging for toxic seed too. When can I breed you?’ Sam told him we were still working up to that. Man #6 – Maybe a skater, slender tall guy with tight jeans. He shuffled them down just far enough to slide into my boy’s ass. When he finished, he pulled back. His whole crotch was soaked with seed. I only noticed the scorpion tattoo near his pubes as he started to pull his pants up. He made a new tick for my boy’s sixth load. Man #7 and #8 – The cops showed up, but they’d already bred my boy tonight, so they don’t count, even though they did slide in again, stirring up and churning all of that seed in my boy. They had brought along two friends. These guys were big and covered in tattoos. Sam told me later that they were on parole and the cops kept a close eye on them. They each filled my boy to the brim and each left a tick mark. The cops hung around, lapping at my boy’s pussy then tonguing my hole, lubing my plug up with strangers’ cum. Man #9 – A guy in his 20s, maybe still in college. He looked pretty geeky with floppy hair and glasses, but between his legs, he sported a huge cock. With my boy so stretched it, it slid right in. The guy smiled at me and brought my hands to his dangling low-hanging balls. The guy told me to put them in. I didn’t understand what he was asking, then realized he wanted me to put both his balls inside my boy. That was hot. With both his balls in my boy’s puffy cunt, the guy hammered away and lost his load. He hefted his balls out then wrapped his cock with his hand and put them both inside. He left another tick mark, pulled out with a torrent of seed, and walked away. Man #10 – This guy was hot, sunken cheeks. Big hairy saggy ass. He smiled at Sam, then looked at me. ‘Did you hear this pig’s story? Got himself a boyfriend. The boyfriend helped him become a real slut, even taking POZ loads. So nasty. Sounds like that boyfriend deserves to be filled with POZ cum too!’ My dick drooled at the thought. The man grunted and came deep inside my boy, leaving his load and a tenth tick mark. With ten loads churning in his hole, Sam helped me unlatch my boy’s legs. He suggested I offer the buttplug to my boy. I had forgotten it was even in me, alongside many POZ loads. I pulled it out and eased it into my boy. Sam went around and helped pull my boy back through the hole. I heard them kissing and whispering, something like, ‘Yeah, it’s time…’ The three of us kissed when they reappeared around the corner. Sam led us to a dark room with a double height fuckbench in the middle. Sam guided me to the lower level and had me lay on my shoulder with my ass up, exposing my stretched-out hole. Having been plugged all evening, I felt the cool air inside my own cunt. Sam helped my boy to the upper level, squatting over my open hole. Sam pulled the plug out of his pussy, and my boy released over ten toxic loads in a gush, directly into my own hungry ass. With my own hole fully loaded, Sam worked the plug into my ass and then produced an even bigger one and rammed it inside my boy. ‘There you go, boys. Now, both of you are filled with POZ cum. This is what you both wanted, yeah?’ Sam drove my car back to our place and spent the night. In fact, he spent the next several nights. He now comes by whenever he wants to. With both of our holes ready to accept all cummers, Sam regularly breeds both of us and often brings his friends. I love when a stranger lays down, my boy squatted over his cock, and I get to insert it right into his ruined hole. We still keep a jar of gloryhole seed; it makes the best lube. When I’m harvesting cum, I sometimes let guys cum inside me so I can squeeze it into the jar while my boy watches. I’m glad I was able to open my boy up to his darker fantasies, and that we now share them. The End.

Chapter 5. Friday night, Sam and I got my boy blindfolded and onto his knees, face in the floor, and slid our fingers deep, lubed with so much seed, until we both managed to get out knuckles into him at the same time. He was primed to get double-fisted. We took turns going deeper as my boy moaned and sighed as we went deeper and deeper until his ass lining was stretched over both our hands. As if that wasn’t hot enough, a frothy ring of anonymous cum glided our entry. While our hands were buried in my boy’s gaping cunt, I heard the backdoor open. The two POZ cops were standing there, leering at us. They had both hefted their cocks out of their uniform trousers and stood right in front of my boy. ‘Take off the blindfold, boy,’ one of the cops ordered. The first thing he saw was the cop’s boots right in his face. Before he could even take them in, my boy looked back, first at me, his eyes sparkling, then at Sam, actually seeing him for the first time. He actually oinked when he saw the POZ man who’d been double-fucking him for a week and fisting his cum inside his guts. My boy drank in Sam’s rugged features and stubbled jaw. My boy closed his eyes, smiling, and said, ‘thank you,’ to everyone in the room. The cops managed to intertwine their legs and pressed their raw dripping cocks together. Sam and I hoisted my boy up and lowered his hole right down onto both their cocks. He was out of his mind. I let Sam do the lifting and slid down to the floor, savoring glops of stranger’s cum pouring out of my boy’s ruined pussy and onto those raw POZ cocks. My boy was so stretched out, I could grasp both of those cocks and feel my boy’s asslips squelch up and down over my knuckles. I held those cocks and felt them both squirt into my boy’s open hole. I shot my own load without even touching myself right as Sam shot his load down my boy’s throat. The cops pulled out with wet plops and suggested we get my boy ready for some real fun. The cops left, smiling at Sam, promising to see him later, with reinforcements. Sam had brought a backpack with him and handed me a buttplug from it. It was sizable, but not obscene. I got it lubed up with cum and slid it inside. My boy’s gaping hole nearly swallowed it, and it stuck out, his ass puffy around the protruding base. Sam smeared some of our combined seed and worked it into my own ass. I shot a big load all over the plug as Sam worked two fingers into my ass. Sam got my boy mopped up with a clean towel and pulled a red jockstrap over his slim hips. He gave my boy a pair of red mesh shorts and a matching tank top. I grabbed a pair of gym socks and sneakers and we hopped in the car. I drove, leaving Sam in the backseat, working that buttplug in and out of my boy’s sloppy pussy. As he toyed with my boy’s hole, Sam read from his phone, ‘Ten guys, lined up to breed you at the club, whether you’re ready for it or not.’ My boy just moaned in approval and anticipation. To be continued...

PART 2 Charaf arrived at the agreed time outside Tom's riad where Tom was standing waiting for him. "Okay, my bro. Let's go. My fadda, mudda, brudda and sister will all go to the mosque for evening prayers at 7pm. Marwa will coming for my house at 7:15, okay my brudda?" Tom was so excited, he could feel pre-cum leaking from cock slit already. His cock started to grow. "Charaf, that sounds great. I'm really excited. You sure it's gonna be safe? No risk of your family coming back from the mosque early? Will I have enough time to fuck Marwa without having to rush?" "Yes. Don't worry for nothing my friend. You no need for worry nothing. My family will go to my uncle and auntie's house after they go for mosque, so they will be gone for at least two hours. You have no for to be worry, okay brudda?" They arrived at Charaf's house where Tom was introduced to Charaf's mother, father, younger brother and younger sister. They ate a beautifully cooked lamb tagine with ice cream for dessert. Charaf's parents, brother and sister headed out to the mosque about ten minutes before 7pm. Tom's heart was racing thinking of Marwa, as he and Charaf reclined on the sofa in the sitting room smoking some tasty hashish fresh from the Rif Moutains that Charaf had purchased that morning. "Charaf, bro?" Tom said. "Yes, brudda?" Charaf said, as he turned to look at Tom, smiling and with glazed eyes. It was very strong hashish and Charaf was very stoned. "You sure you're okay sitting down here while I'm in your bedroom fucking Marwa?" Charaf sat up, took a drag off his fat joint, blew a big cloud of smoke into the air and leaned forward putting one hand over his chest: "Tom, my brudda. I will stay here, watching the football, smoking hashish. Is no problem for me, okay friend? You enjoy Marwa's wet pussy. You gonna love for her pussy. Bro, you must lick her clitoris, yes? She have very tasty clitoris. Trust me you gonna love for her." Tom's cock grew solid and pre-cum was weeping out like there was no tomorrow. "Oh, Charaf my bro. This is gonna be my first time experiencing Moroccan pussy. I can't wait. She's gonna be here in about 15 minutes, right?" "Yes, brudda." Charaf switched on the TV and both he and Tom watched some football highlights from the previous day's football matches in Morocco (the commentary was spoken in Arabic, so Tom didn't understand what was being said, but he wasn't concentrating on the TV anyway, he was just sitting there enjoying the hashish and feeling his big cock leaking buckets of pre-cum. Suddenly there was a loud bang at the door. Tom's heart started beating fast, as he knew it was going to be Marwa. Charaf went to the door. Tom could hear him say, "Come in, my English brudda is waiting for you." Charaf returned to the sitting room and with him was Marwa. She was about 5 ft 8, her hair was jet black and very long - it went down to just above her ass. That was interesting, Tom thought to himself, because most of the women he had seen so far had been wearing headscarves and face coverings/burkas. Perhaps Marwa wasn't that conservative or traditional, he thought. "Tom, this is Marwa," Charaf said with his joint wedged in at one side of his mouth. Marwa winked at Tom. She certainly didn't seem the modest, shy type. She seemed confident and forward. "Hello, Tom" she said. "You coming upstairs with me?" Tom started rubbing his hard cock through his jeans and told her, his voice quivering in an excited tone, "Yes. I'm ready for you baby. I'm so ready for you. I've been waiting for you all day." He nervously chuckled at the end of his sentence and continued to rub his big, hard cock. He could feel it throbbing through his jeans; it was uncomfortable and he couldn't wait to take his jeans off. "You're touching your dick already." Marwa said. She seemed to have a good command of English, better than Charaf. Tom laughed: "Yeah. I can't help it, you're so beautiful and I knew you would be. Charaf described you to me and you sounded so perfect." Charaf's cock was also very hard and it was visibly so through his grey joggers that he was wearing. He started rubbing it and said, "Yes. I told Tom how beautiful are you, Marwa. He very lucky man for fucking you tonight. Okay, you two going for my bedroom, I'm will stay here and watch TV and maybe some porn because I'm horny too." Marwa turned to Charaf, who was standing next to her (Tom was still on the couch rubbing his cock) and she put her hand on Charaf's solid cock. "Mmmm. Charaf, why don't you join me and Tom? Would you be comfortable with that, Tom?" Tom had never done an MFM threesome before. He had, on two separate occasions in the past, done FFM threesome before and he enjoyed it both times immensely. He was very excited by the idea of an MFM. "Oh, hell yeah. If Charaf is down for a three-way, then I'm definitely also down. Charaf my bro, what do you say?" Tom got up and walked over to Charaf and Marwa, he put one hand on Marwa's ass and fist bumped Charaf and said, "Bro are you down for a threesome?" Charaf nervously chuckled: "Yes, my brudda. I am okay for this if you are comfortable." "Oh, my bro. Yes, I am definitely comfortable. Let's do this!" Marwa, Charaf and Tom headed up to Charaf's bedroom where all three of them undressed. Charaf has a very slim but toned body with a very defined 6-pack and a MASSIVE cock of at least 9 inches. Tom was surprised, he had never seen another guy's cock in real life before and was very shocked at how huge Charaf's cock was. He was envious. "Bro, my cock isn't as big as yours" Tom said laughing. Charaf laughed too and said, "Brudda, no problem. Marwa likes all cocks." Though Tom had nothing on Charaf's huge sausage which was definitely a minimum of 9 inches....probably 10 and a half inches.... Tom was still a pretty impressive 7 inches and VERY thick. Marwa smiled, sitting on the edge of the large double bed and said: "You're both big boys. I've already had Charaf's cock before. But Tom, I've never had a European one. I'm looking forward to this. You gonna fuck me good with that English monster?" "Oh, fuck yes!" Tom excitedly shouted. Tom was just absolutely blown away by how beautiful Marwa actually was. Her tits were definitely a minimum of DD in bra size, with extremely big brown nipples. They were such big melons, they were so mouth-watering, Tom thought. Just looking at them he could taste them in his mouth. Her pussy was shaved, as Charaf had told him the previous day, except for a very long, thin "landing strip" of black pubic hair. Her skin was flawless. It was very smooth and it actually glistened whenever she moved. She spread her legs and started playing with her clit: "Boys, are you ready for me?"

Chapter 3. Over breakfast, I asked my boy if he was serious about taking two real raw cocks at once, lubed up with a bunch of fresh cum. He eagerly agreed that that would be a fun idea. The rest of the week, I’d use some cum from the fridge and double fuck him with my dick and that cummy dildo. He loved it, exclaiming how excited he was to try to the real thing. I prodded him to admit that he’d prefer to be filled fresh cum rather than feeling it cool from the fridge. Each time we finished fucking, we’d scoop as much cum as we could into the jar. Once, after filling him up and stretching him out, I had him squat over the jar and leak out fresh seed, warmed by his hole, into it. Watching his asshole drool cum made me so wet. My boy didn’t know that I’d started an account on S**** and was sharing pics of me stretching out and railing his cummy hole. I chatted with one guy, Sam, a few blocks away from my office. Sam’s stats only included ‘Needs Discussion,’ but we never got around to discussing it. That gave me a naughty sense of hope. We met at a coffee shop and exchanged pleasantries. He thought it was crazy that I was willing to meet up with and ask to suck a stranger’s cock just to get it into my boy. Within minutes, I was on my knees, blowing this stranger’s big cock in the men’s room, not knowing his status. I slobbered all over Sam’s dick, pulling off to beg for his load, promising him that I was going to get his cum in my boy’s hole, and get it ready for his big raw cock. The guy was totally into it. When Sam was about to cum, I took his load in my mouth, my cheeks bulging, and then spat it into the jar. That night, I lubed up my raw cock and my boy’s dildo with this stranger’s load and fucked it into my boy’s greedy hole. I repeated this with my new friend every lunchtime so that by Friday, when Sam was due to come over to our place, my boy had already unknowingly taken his load several times. I left the garage unlocked and texted Sam to head on in. I told my boy he had a big surprise in store and handed him a blindfold. He grinned and put it on. I led him to the garage and had him lean blindfolded against the washer, with his perky ass pushed out, ready to be used. Sam stepped out of the shadows and nodded at me, his big cock already out, semi-hard, and shiny with precum. My boy tensed when he realized someone else was there. All of the sudden it was real for him. This wasn’t a fantasy; a stranger I procured for him was about to raw fuck and breed him, and hopefully double-stuff him along with me. I had held off on asking Sam about his status, knowing it would turn my boy on to simply not know. I lubed up my boy’s hole with some cum from the jar. I told him how I’d been spending my afternoons, blowing Sam and saving his load. My boy groaned and wriggled his butt. Sam cleared his throat and put his big hands on my boy’s cheeks spreading them wide. I slipped my cummy fingers into his hole and told him that Sam’s seed was already swimming inside him. He just groaned and pushed back on my fingers. He loved knowing that he already took a load from a stranger. Seeing Sam’s raw cock slapping my boy’s hips made me realize how much thicker and longer he was than me. I lubed up my cock with cloudy cum and pushed right into his hole, sliding in balls deep. My boy clenched down, and I knew I’d need to pull out or I’d cum too soon. My boy begged Sam to fill him up, and Sam nodded at me as he took my place. He ran his big cock up and down my boy’s slippery crack and I drizzled more cum right where the head of his dick was pushing into my boy’s ass lips. Sam took his time, pushing a few inches inside, letting my boy get accustomed to his size and then pushing in more. Once balls deep, Sam leaned forward, his weight on my boy’s body, and growled into his ear, ‘You like that big raw cock in you, boy?’ ‘YES,’ he groaned. ‘You like having my cum inside you before we even met?’ ‘YES!’ ‘Not even knowing if you’ve been taking dirty cum?’ ‘YES!!’ ‘Taking a stranger’s cum? His POZ cum?’ ‘YES!!!’ Now what had been a fantasy was suddenly real for both of us. Knowing that I’d willingly fingered and fucked this guy’s seed into my boy’s unprotected hole made me cum immediately. Sam pulled his hips back so just the head was still inside my boy. I came on his cock and he railed it into my boy’s ass adding his own load, now known to be toxic. My boy’s legs were about to give out. I laid down on the garage floor and my boy sat on my dick, laying back onto me like a mattress. Sam got on his knees between our spread legs and slid his rock-hard cock into my boy’s sloppy pussy alongside my own. I couldn’t really thrust, so I just laid there, feeling the friction of my boy’s stretched-out hole and Sam’s raw POZ cock. We repeated our dirty talk and both Sam and I lost another load inside my boy. When we were finished with him, we carried my boy to the bed and admired our work. My boy’s hole was more wrecked than I’d ever seen it and it was sloshing with a frothy blend of POZ cum. Sam got a big gloop of it on his fingers and ordered me to get on my hands and knees next to my boy. He lapped at my hole and then smeared some of the cum into my ass. I saw Sam out and then went back to bed. My boy was curled up, with his whole hand up his own asshole. We’d stretched him out so much, and gotten him so wet, that his hand slipped easily inside to the wrist. He passed out, exhausted, with his ass leaking toxic seed out around his forearm, the blindfold still covering his eyes. I got my fingers wet with the goo frothing on my boy’s wrist and moved my hand to my own ass. I played with my own cummy hole as we drifted off to sleep, working Sam’s toxic cum into my own top pussy. To be continued...

Its hard to explain. But in a matter of minutes, my fright had turned to eagerness. I was horny for their loads. Their toxic POZ loads. The fact that these guys systematically brought guys in, trained them to take cum, and then whored them out to all kind of men - it turned me on so hard. Sleazy, promiscous, horny, raunchy, dirty, verbal, dominant and rough were all quite fitting adjectives. And I loved it. Michael went down to my hole, eating it good and well, while Peter prepped me verbally for what was going to happen. "okay, slut. ready?" "Yes, sir", i responded. "you know, i always give a chance to regret... just in case...." he said, but it was obvious what my answer would be. "No sir, i want it." "okay, then. So, this is what we will do. Michael will breed you first. He probably comes quite quickly, and prefers to go quite rough. But he comes a lot. He has saved for days for you." IT was at this point i realised that I was hunted down, not just randomly picked up. They had really planned this. "Thats perfect with me. My hole is all yours now." I responded. "great, slut, just as it should. After Michael has shot his load inside you, I will go down there, lick and tease your hole. We want you to work that load down your gut again and pus it out in my mouth. I love to felch a hot load out an open ass, preferably toxic sperm. So when you push into my mouth I want it all, not just a portion. Everything. " "Oh, fuck. that sounds hot!" "When my mouth is full", Peter continued, "I will move up, and give it to you. Dont swallow, cause well use it well, all three of us. Ill push my huge hard cock inside you, and breed you while we kiss and make out with all that poz cum. I have good control of my cumming, so Ill use a long time on you. Then, in the end I will give you my POZ load too. And you will have toxic sperm in both mouth and ass. Our two toxic loads inside your body." Michael took a break from my hole, looked up on me and said "Fucking hell, lets do this!" And we did. ... _____

Chapter 2. The next morning over breakfast, I asked my boy if he wanted me to stretch him out some more and try out some more cum play. He smiled across the table with that same shy mischievous grin, and then asked what I had in mind. I told him we’d be taking a few days off from rawfucking to get his hole relatively tight again, but we’d jerk off daily. Each time we came for the next few days, we shot our loads into a jar and kept it in the fridge. I know I added a load more than once a day and I’m sure he did too. By the weekend, the jar was obscenely splattered with a good half inch of our combined milky seed. I got my boy to lean back and lapped at his puckered ass, savoring its tightness. With no abuse, he was tighter than he’d been in months. I tongue fucked him as his hole began to relax and then dipped my fingers in the cum jar. Fresh from the fridge, the goo was cold and thick, but it did a great job of lubing his ass. It tasted so good and I loved how his greedy hole seemed to suck it in. In that moment, savoring the sight of his cum-lubed hole, I grabbed my phone and shot a few pics. I snapped as my raw cock, slimy with cum, slid into his hole. I got a great pic of his hole clinging outward as I reared back, then sucking in as I slammed forward. I shot a big load into him, but with his hole already so wet, it hardly made a difference. I knew I would stay hard for bit and pulled out to replace my cock with the dildo. I slid it’s full length into him. As he tried to dig his fingertips into his hole, I swatted them away and slid my own hard cock into him alongside that fake dick. He wailed, loving the sensation of having his ass split open by two cocks. He shouted out that he wanted to feel two real raw cocks in his ass. I got him to talk dirty and confess he wanted to feel two real raw cocks in his ass. ‘What about the lube,’ I asked. He moaned back begging for me to keep his ass full of cum. Of course, that made me come immediately and he blasted all over his chest without even touching his cock. As I smeared his seed onto my cock and fucked it back into him, I asked him if he was really sure of what he wanted. He almost seemed ashamed to admit it, but I smiled and told him that I was loving his piggy side coming out more and more. Her hung his head and sighed that he was afraid he’d keeping wanting more and more and not be able to stop, going as far as taking POZ cum. The thought of that clearly freaked him out as much as it turned him on. I hugged him and told him I’d be there to make sure he was safe, more or less, and could just enjoy the sex. Besides, taking two cocks at once wasn’t really so filthy. Now, ten, that’d be a different story. He just grinned at me playing with his sopping pussy, saying how hot it would be to take a load from a stranger and not even see his face. I asked how he’d feel about taking a load without knowing the guy’s status. His cock sprang right back to life and I slowly massaged his balls saying that guys who fuck raw are bound to take POZ seed sooner or later. I kept talking dirty until he came again, his thick load dripping down his shaft. We held each other as we drifted off to sleep, his ass leaking loads into a cool puddle on the bed, and me hatching a plan to get another guy’s cum and cock deep into my boy’s guts. To be continued...

It can be difficult to set something like that up randomly, even through the “party” announcements on apps like BBRTS. The conventional wisdom is that you should expect only about 25% of the guys who say they’re going to come to actually show, so if you wanted 20 guys you’d have to round up 80 commitments - and that’s not going to happen. Your best bet starting out is to visit a bathhouse or sex club in a larger metro area, or a busy gay campground in the high season, or attend a very specialized event like Fickstuttenmart in Berlin, and try to put yourself in positions where you’ll get heavily used. If you’re lucky you might also find a Dominant Top interested in lining up guys to fuck you, but these men are very uncommon. More importantly, if you’ve just lost your virginity and just taken your first two or three cocks, then I have to tell you that you are nowhere near ready to take an all-night fucking by 20 men. Or ten. Or probably even four. I know it sounds hott and something deep inside you craves to be the object of the lust of so many men, but a gangbang is a violent, painful, brutal ordeal for any bottom, and the more Tops that are involved, the greater the likelihood that the use will become extreme. I’m a trained sexual service submissive. I’ve been gang-fucked by more than 30 men in a matter of hours. I’ve taken more than 20 cocks on multiple occasions. It took me a while to build up the endurance to do that, and I can only do it in part because my training involved a certain amount of sexual torture that conditioned me to accept discomfort. In a large gangbang situation, you’re in the control of a group of masculine, powerful men who are in their rut, and they are not going to stop if you suddenly decide you’ve had enough. And if that just makes it sound hotter, that’s proof that you’re not ready. There’s no need to rush - the world is full of cock, and the beautiful thing is that no matter how often it cums, it’s inevitably going to need to do it again, and soon. Take your time learning all the things a cock can do in your hole, and all the ways you can please a cock with your hole. Train yourself gradually to be the sexual athlete you aspire to be, so you can both avoid getting hurt, and enjoy the ride.

I would LOVE to see Brent Corrigan as a cum dump in a Treasure Island video!!

Eddie: Oh little boy what'd you think I meant when I said I was gonna smear. Your. walls. He kept his fuck at the pace he had set before he came inside me. Eddie: Did you think I was gonna shot your little baby prostate with my warm cream. Feel it baby? Feel it splashing around down there as I fuck it into you some more. Go ahead look down at it pig, it's okay. I was still angry that this man came in me, knowing I wanted him I use a condom. But when I looked down I noticed I was stroking my own cock furiously. And when he pulled his dick out of me and I saw it all creamy above my bare hole. Jacob: Oh please push it back in! Eddie: Oh straight boy that is what I want to hear. Keep looking down at it. Watch me put it into you. He held my ankles up still and I grabbed him by his strong hips and looked as he pushed his raw cock into me. Eddie: Don't have any more hang ups about getting fucked without the condom now do you? You feel like a pig don't you. He looked up at him as he pumped his cum into me at a slower pace even though I was still jerking like I had a shakeweight. Eddie: Come on straight boy, answer me. Jacob: Please, oh please just keep! Eddie: Keep what faggot. Jacob: Just don't stop. Fucking me! Eddie: What about the condom. Jacob: Fuck it! Fuck the condom please don't stop. Eddie: Turn over pig. I sprang up fast and got on my knees. Eddie: Present that pussy to me. Crawl back towards my dick. I crawled towards him hole first. Eddie: Now tell me what you need. Jacob: I need you to fuck me please! Eddie: Stroke your little cock son, use your other hand to spread that pig hole. --- Eddie: Fuck that's still so perfect. He grabbed me by my hips. Eddie: Tell me it's okay to go in raw. Stroking my cock harder I pushed onto him but he kept pulling away. I got harder anticipating his fuck. Jacob: Please please do it! He spanked me hard. Eddie: Stop playing! What is it you fucking want! Jacob: FUCK MY PIG HOLE. He pushed the tip in. Jacob: Please please fuck it. He took it out and spanked me again, surely leaving a red hand print. Eddie: Boy do you want this dick tonight or not? He pressed the tip in again and swayed it back and forth. I stroked my smaller cock while I was still face down, reaching back with my other hand and opening my hole for him. Eddie: Do you feel my cum still sitting there? I did feel it on the tips of my fingers. And I stroked a little harder cuz of it. Eddie: I wanna put more inside of you baby. I arched my back a little lower. Jacob: please do. Eddie: Huh? Jacob: please do! Eddie: Do what now pig? He slammed his hard cock into me balls deep and pulled out. I groaned and tried to run away but he held me close for his swift movement. And I missed him as soon as he left me. Eddie: A little something like that? Jacob: Yes Sir please! Fuck me raw just like that! Eddie: There's my permission. And he slammed back into me and didn't stop this time. He grabbed me by my hips and just moved my body back and forth on his member. Eddie: Oh fuck I love slut boys. I'm not leaving until I paint these walls again baby is that okay? Jacob: Yes! It is please that's what I want from you! He started to long stroke me slowly. Eddie: But you want to cum too don't you baby? Jacob: I do, but I want more of you. Eddie: Oh faggot you have me, you have me balls deep. He smacked the back of my head as he pounded his meat into my new wet boy pussy. Eddie: Not a fucking straight boy now are you! I moaned as his fuck got nastier. Eddie: Are you faggot? Not a straight boy anymore! Jacob: Oh no sir! Fuck my hole for me. Make us feel so good! Eddie: Fucking love converting straight boys. Jacob: I'm gonna cum Sir! Eddie: Me too faggot. He pumped me more viciously as we both released our climax. I sprayed down in a stream as I felt the first hit of his cum go up in my guts. Eddie: Oh that puss is good. Now you can say you're a bareback slut. He left the room, leaving me face down on the bed and with a dripping hole. I could both feel and see it leaking out of my ass from this position. There was a steady stream of it. He had said it was a two week load. I stood up with shaking legs and felt the cum run down my legs now. ~~ On the drive home I felt so dirty but I felt so good. I had showered while I was still there but I still felt his cum bubbling in my ass. If I had one regret about the night, it would be that I didn't grab Colin's load too. _________ Another story finished, hope you all enjoyed.

So I'm hoping this is the right part of the forum to post this. As the title suggest, I'm a slut for these types of dudes. Then again, I'm a slut for a lot of types LOL The ubermasculine, tough and rough type of straight dudes, I'm immediately noticing these type of boys on the street. They don't have to be clasically handsome, they might have rough edges, brutish looks and it turns me on 😛 Some of them white trash also looks a bit more sleazy and unkempt but still ruggedly hot in a way, like damn there are some hot af homeless guys out there who I just want to slurp up. And I have to admit, if they are the guys that are 'all-about-the-pussy' and 'fag basher' types, it makes this boy even hornier. Not saying pretty boys aren't hot, wouldn't say no to one but there's just something special about them lol I like to sort of 'hunt' my way towards them, try to suggest and seduce them but it doesn't always work. But when it does, I feel like the the literal whore in heat haha. Most of them completely forget the condom when they actually get in the zone (sometimes with the help of a good porn with some busty girl) and just want to ram their delicious cocks into a hole. When they finish, they pretty much leave in a hurry or make me leave as fast as possible. Also there's this side to it where you have to coax some of them with actual cash and aren't all comfortable in it. Is it bad to say it makes me hot that I still get to enjoy their straight cocks? Surely I'm also not the only one here who's into these sort of things right?

Every now and then when I'm deleting accounts I see a comment that they're deleting their account because the site is hard to navigate. If you feel that way, can you explain what exactly is difficult about the navigation? That said, I understand that we're pretty rigid on things being posted in the correct area, and I can see where "the correct area" is confusing sometimes. If you can explain a better way to handle content categorization, I'm all ears.

I have been seeing this young guy in his early 20s for about a year, he usually he is just into getting a blow job , which was fine with me. The last few times he could not get off with just head He said it was his adhd meds, So it had been a couple months , out of the blue, he sent me a message, asking me if he could fuck me , I was at work, so i could not wait to get home. Well he kept texting me , the asked of he could Bareback me . 1st i said i was not sure, then he said that i had been swallowing his load anyway .So i said yes. His dick is average size with a nice mushroom head , that pulls back on my asshole while he is fucking me ,which feels great. So we had be fucking for a while, I noticed he has lost some weight,sunken face alittle . Last night when he came over I sucked him hard for about 5 min, then he was ready to fuck So I got up on my knees, he eased in , fucking me good, Then he pulled out was playing with my hole, I feel sharp pains, sorted like his finger nails Scratching the inside of my ass, hurt but felt good at the same time, > He played in my ass for awhile , me feeling the sharp pains. Then he slide his cock back inside my burning ass, he fucked me hard for awhile then buried a big load inside my ass, when he got thur , he kinda chuckled. So after he left I sat for a while as i always do , letting his load sit in my ass. When i sent to the bathroom in a couple hrs, When i wiped my asshole there was alot of blood. I think i had been pozzed , it was Hot, I cant wait for him to come back and fill my ass again with his load.

Agree with the guys above. It's too soon. It's better you get yourself a Master or a vers cumdump friend that can school you and teach you the ancient practices of being a gangbang cumdump. Their is no rush Bacchus is very patient

Damien Crosse, would make a perfect cumdump that ass is really looking like a pussy

Uncut dicks have some advantages when getting fucked. They are mostly self lubricating as they produce more precum so they are always ready to pound ass with just some spit, making it more palatable for the bottom later to lick it clean. Uncut tops tend to fuck on the fast and furious side. While cut dicks require more lube preparation, these tops tend to fuck longer and harder before shooting, the bottom appreciate the extra pounding. When sucking, being uncut myself, it’s easier for me to hit the most sensitive points on an uncut dick. But, I will not top from the bottom and will gratefully take either dick.

@9ofthebest

A Strange Night at the Baths (Part 2) After the angry man had violently fucked me and filled me with his semen, I had at first felt violated…but after rerunning the details in my mind I realized that I was getting turned on and that the thought of submitting made my cock begin to harden – I felt like a real slut and my ass acted like it wasn’t finished and wanted the action to continue. When I finally pushed myself off the bench I saw where I had cum all over the bench in the heat of passion. I scooped as much as I could into my hand and licked it off, sucking each finger into my mouth so I could savor the taste of our sex. After I had licked the area clean I decided to get a quick shower then continue the hunt for cock. I headed downstairs to the wet area and hopped into the shower and let the water run over my head while I lathered up. As I was rinsing, I noticed there were more people milling about than earlier. I could see through the window of the adjacent steam room just next to the showers and that there were several men inside. Then I looked across from the steam to the dry sauna and saw that several hot men with glistening bodies were exiting and headed in the direction of the play area. I decided that was the direction I wanted to go as well, so I quickly finished rinsing and dried myself, then slung the towel over my shoulder and headed upstairs in hopes of getting a taste of the hot bodies that had walked by moments ago. The play area was a few flights up from the wet area so it took a few minutes to reach the top floor where it was located. By the time I reached the top the sauna guys were nowhere to be seen, so I decided I would head over to the glory hole booths to see what I could get into. I passed the first three booths that were situated along the hall and went around to the back booths situated immediately behind the other three along the wall. Each booth had holes to each adjacent booth, and featured video monitors playing bareback porn. When sitting in the booths along the back wall, you could see through the next booth to see who was passing along the hallway whenever the doors were open. Of course when someone entered the booth and closed the door then you could only see inside the booth – so attention quickly focused on the new occupant. I found a vacant booth along the back wall and went inside, hung my towel on the hook inside and latched the door. I pulled the folding chair so that it sat between the holes on either side of the booth, allowing me to take advantage of any opportunity for glory hole sex. As I sat and peered through the hole to my right, I detected someone enter so I glanced through the hole and saw my new neighbor also look through the hole on his side and then our eyes met. He looked at me for a moment, then grabbed his cock and held it up to the hole, just allowing his cock-head through. I stuck my tongue along my bottom lip, then leaned forward and let him guide his erect cock into my mouth. He moaned and began to slowly move in and out a few times and then started to pick up the pace. His dick was throbbing and much too quickly he groaned and shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed as he pulled his cock back and exited the booth leaving me lick my fingers and to watch again for the next opportunity. I didn’t have to wait long before two absolute studs entered the booth on the hallway side, then shut and latched their booth door. They started to kiss and rub their naked bodies together. I found I was leaning closer and felt my face drawn to the hole for a better look. They were both tall and buff, with large endowment, though one was clearly more blessed than the other...he had a truly magnificent cock and I was hoping I would get to taste his cum. Then the man who was 2nd in size turned toward the hole and saw me, then smiled. He stepped over and put his cock to my lips and I eagerly began sucking. He began to fuck my mouth while he and his partner continued to kiss passionately. Suddenly he pulled his hard cock out of my mouth and moved over so his partner could slide his dick into my recently vacated mouth. I have to admit that this guy had one of the best cocks I’ve had in my mouth ever, and I was drooling as I stretched my jaw to take all of him down my throat. After letting me enjoy his tasty dick in my mouth for a while, he pulled back and asked me to turn around. When I turned around I felt his partner grab my ankles from below the booth partition, preventing me from moving my bare ass away from the glory hole. Then the big guy pushed his big cock forward and thrust deep into my eager ass, still wet with cum from my theater fuck which provided the perfect lubrication so I could accommodate his deep thrusts. I felt his balls slapping against my ass each time he buried his meat deep inside me, and I soon felt his cock begin to swell. Then he gave out a loud groan and jabbed his cock deep into me and filled my ass with his creamy white load. He then quickly switched and grabbed my ankles allowing his partner to put his cock through the hole and to thrust his cock deep into my dripping ass. He didn’t pause, but instead began to fuck me rapidly, his cock moving in-and-out as his body slapped against mine, until he gave a final loud groan and thrust his hips forward to the hilt, shooting his load of sperm inside of my hungry ass. After several more thrusts, he pushed forward for a final thrust, this time keeping his cock buried deep inside me for a few moments before he pulled out quickly, his cum tumbling out of my gapping asshole, at the same time his partner released my ankles. I almost fell forward but caught myself on my chair. I heard them both thank me as they exited as quickly as they entered. I reached back and felt my sexy, cum-filled asshole. I swirled my finger in the semen that was leaking from my ass and realized that I had a big smile on my face. I also noticed that I had cum all over myself and the chair in my booth during the wild fucking, though I hadn’t noticed at the time. I gathered my towel and headed to the wet area for another shower before I called it a night. So, it’s like I said – you never know what to expect when you head to the baths…but its experiences like these that keep me cuming back.

for me.....its the thrill of not knowing who is in my ass and what i might catch

I love to swallow, that's why I suck so long after he climaxes, I want to get every last drop

Drink as much as you can. Sometimes when my mouth is full Daddy will redirect flow to my chest till I catch up Then back to my mouth and face

I awake with a blinding pain in my ass. “Man, that cherry is gone gone gone,” a voice says, laughing. My hole is stretched out like I’m giving birth. Then a wincing pain, then emptiness. I feel a cool breeze and I realize it’s flowing in and out of my anus. “Look at that! I can blow right into his hole! It’s totally gaping... wait, there it goes, closing back up.” Im just glad that the pain has stopped. I still can’t lift my arms and legs, but with the haze I’m feeling, I’m not complaining, just watching like I’m outside of my body. “Shall we go for round 2? Get me the funnel, I want to put a little more of my special mix in his ass.” I feel cool liquid slide in. “My turn again,” a deep voice says. Agin? I think to myself. What have they been doing? “Hey, get me some more paper towels, his ring is getting really messed up.” “You sure it’s not from inside?” “Nah, just from the stretching as we been going in. And I’m not going easy on him yet.” I feel thick fingers gently massaging my hole, which feels inflamed, puffy, tender. I feel three then four fingers, then the tip of a thumb, then knuckles push against my hole. I want to cry because of all the pain but all that comes out is a deep moan. “See, he’s loving it,” as the knuckles stretch, tear and push in. I can feel them like they are sliding in a short tight tunnel and then a gentle pop as the knuckles push through the tunnel. The pain has not stopped, only decreased a little. “Watch this guys, spread his legs a little so I can get in. I feel another nudge from something at my anus. “Let me pull out just a little...” the pain increases again as my anal canal gets stretched...”ok, there, I got the head in my palm, now the push...” I moan loud hard and deep. Another voice tells me “deep breaths, deep breaths.” “Ooooooh, see guys, told you I’d get it in.” I am crying at the top of my lungs on the inside, and I hear someone, “damn, that fat dick AND your damn huge paw. Get a closeup of that while he strokes.” In my pain, I could feel him fucking his palm, sliding his dick in as far as he could, the sensation of both hand and dick inside was mind blowing. Alternately, he was thrusting all of himself in my ass, fist and dick, only slowing when his dick was fully inserted but his arm kept pushing. Then I heard a deep gruff moaning with several pauses and the pressure on my sphincter was pulsing. He nutted. A lot. I could feel warm thick liquid leak from my stretched out hole. “You sure he’s ok?” “Give me a second to find out.” I felt a pulling out a lot faster than I wanted, too quickly and again I moaned hard. “All good, see my fingertips? He’s deep cleaned. The sphincter is definitely messed up, but he won’t need any doc to fix that.” “Ok, let’s continue his anal assault. Hey look! He came on the counter! By the looks of it, at least twice. Let me scoop some up and push it into his ass for the next round. Who’s up?” “Me, I heard another voice say. Inside, I’m crying for them to stop, but my body says just close your eyes. So I do.

Lots of patience and experience, my dear boy. I didn't get properly gang banged for the first time until my late 30's. It may not take you that long, but your fantasies are getting the best of you. You honestly need more experience - one on one to start with and slowly work yourself up to more. If you're only just losing your virginity, you haven't fully experienced just how varied tops can be. You need to try out different sizes, ages, fucking styles, and so forth in a comfortable setting with no pressure. As @ErosWired correctly states, once your in the moment of being at a gang bang, it's far too late to determine you're in over your head - you're completely at the mercy of the tops who are there, and they won't tolerate having organised a whole group of guys just to have you decide you've had enough after 2 or 3 men.

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

As an Asian slut bottom who loves getting fucked up and fucked ever since the beginning, I have to say there must be something natural or innate in me that makes me want raw cock and cum. Specifically, I have always had an intense worship for white daddies. The older, hairier, muskier, and filthier the better. This even extended to a fetish for truckers, rednecks, military, (ex) cons, etc. These kinds of men are guaranteed to fuck purely for lust and are more likely to not only welcome but also enjoy degrading the bottoms they fuck. I always kept myself smooth. Shaved my legs, holes, everything. To me, being hypersexualized is like love from a man - it's a mutual agreement that they're superior and I'm inferior. I'm the slim, smooth twink bottom with a chronically tight boy pussy, and I want a big, stronger, older man to use me to feel good and feel like a powerful man with a slut at his mercy. Because I'm so tight, I'm never a size queen and no matter how much you fuck me, each cock makes me moan and scream. My nipples, feet, neck, everywhere is hypersensitive. Over time, I began exclusively seeking harsher treatment from men. Getting slapped HARD, spit on, verbally degraded, and choked makes me swoon. Men who lick me, gag me on their cocks, and fuck me RAW as hard as they can. When they spit-roast me or gangfuck me, the harder one man fucks, the harder all the others do. They all like that I'm helpless and getting more and more sloppy and trashed, and I love that they use their masculinity to violate and hurt a weaker boy rather than to protect him. I met men in truck bunkers, behind dumpsters at night, gas station bathrooms, rest stops, bathhouses, the woods, seedy cheap motel rooms, and more. I've even been fucked in a port-a-potty with the door open. A married man once fucked me in his garage while his family slept upstairs. And I always - ALWAYS - beg for them to cum in my cunt. I won't even fuck a man who insists on using a condom. From what I've seen and known about other Asian bottoms too, a man's load is meaningful to us. That's a man's babies inside me, and no matter how he treats me, having his load shot into me means that he'd let me bear his babies. Or whatever else. Usually they dump their load and I never see them again. Sometimes I don't even know their name. I don't care if I'm a disposable tool for their pleasure. I took their raw manhood into my hole and kept a part of them, and that bonds me to that man. After all, just look at the sex tourism industry in Thailand. Bigger, stronger, white men who are really horny for Asians are offered boys for such low prices, and they are treated like royalty. And then they're often left to their mercy. It's in our blood, and if you like fucking Asian whore boys, I beg you to do it as often as you can. Every chance you get. For many of us, we will always want you more than you want us, so take advantage.

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

PART 2: Marcus and I continued to see each other, as friends, at parties and bars with our mutual buddies. Most of the time he'd have his girlfriend, Chloe, with him. Our relationship changed subtly. We acted more relaxed around each other and he would touch me in a "bro" way, much more often than he did before we had sex. We were definitely closer and sort-of intimate in a bromance kind of way. This went on for a few weeks, without either of us ever mentioning the night he finally came inside someone (me), which was the first time I'd ever taken a poz load. This Friday night we pre-partied at our buddy's apartment and Chloe, his girlfriend, was there again. She was very pretty, and I really liked her. We had even begun to get closer. It was her idea to go out to the club, she wanted to dance. Nobody wanted to go though, but Marcus was obligated as the good boyfriend to take her dancing. Chloe tried really hard to convince other people to come along, but everybody wanted a more chill night in. She particularly put her efforts into persuading me to go with her and Marcus to the club. She was dancing up on me, and said,"Marcus can't dance, come on, you have to come so I can have a dancing partner. Pleassse?" I looked at Marcus and he just gave a shrug and a smile. I caved to peer pressure and decided I would tag along and go dancing with them. Marcus had booked an Uber and it didn't take long before we were piling in the back seat together. The Uber driver asked,"Where to?" Chloe immediately responded,"Majesty!" I looked at Marcus questioningly because while it was the biggest and best dance club in the city, it was also predominantly gay. Chloe saw the look on my face and me looking at Marcus and said to me,"Come on, it's the best club for dancing, and you don't have to play like you're straight around me anymore." We all laughed and Marcus just shrugged and smiled again, "She calls the shots bro." We got to the club about midnight and surprisingly the line was out the door already. We got in quickly, and first order was Chloe going to the bathroom, while Marcus and I got everybody drinks. While he and I were at the upstairs bar getting all the drinks he said,"Thanks for coming out tonight man. I know you didn't really want to. Just so you know, I didn't tell Chloe you were gay, she's actually the one that told me the night before...you and I...well in the sauna... Chloe found out from her co-worker, I think you would call him a twink. haha. Anyways, you apparently fuck him on the regular." I gulped a big swig of my drink. Damn, my throat got dry all of a sudden, and I was beginning to sweat. ---So he found out I was gay the night before he fucked me? Hmmm. Chloe popped up between the two of us, grabbing a drink from Marcus with one hand and grabbed my hand with her other, dragging me out to the dance floor,"Come on! Let's dance!" she yelled. I actually really enjoy dancing, and she and I lit the floor up. We were on the dance floor for a solid hour, thoroughly soaked in sweat. Marcus would watch us from the sidelines, refreshing our drinks and had a small table ready for us with bottled water for when, or if, we ever took a break. We had an amazing time. I started to get a little tired, and she had to pee, so we finally made it to Marcus' table. She said she was ready to go home, so Marcus ordered an Uber and while we waited she was still dancing next to the table in between Marcus and myself. He was behind her as she ground her ass against his crotch, his mouth was on her sweaty neck, and his hands held her tiny hips tightly. His strong hands. Chloe moved my hands to her hips too, then moved them on top of Marcus' hands. He was still kissing Chloe's neck, but he was looking straight into my eyes. It was the first time Marcus and I had touched intimately since the night he came in me. We got to their apartment, and Chloe insisted I come in for a beer and to wind down. Chloe was drunk and very horny, she was all over Marcus. I wasn't jealous, it was nice to see. But it was getting me horny! I was watching music videos on the TV when she drug Marcus to their bedroom, for obvious reasons. I resigned myself to the couch and laid down. I vaguely heard Chloe cumming, she wasn't quiet, and it sounded like she really got off. It wasn't ten minutes later when Marcus came out of the bedroom in just gym shorts. I immediately noticed he wasn't wearing underwear and was still somewhat hard. Marcus went to the fridge and asked if I wanted another beer. I said,"sure, but shouldn't you have some water? I heard Chloe in there, and it sounded like you probably need to rehydrate." Marcus laughed as he handed me my beer. He was standing in front of me, his still semi hard cock about a foot from my face under a thin layer of mesh gym shorts material. I could smell the sex from him and it made my face flush and my dick harden. Marcus said,"I"m surprised you heard us over the tv, these walls are pretty well insulated. And you know I don't gotta hydrate, you know the way it is with me and my girlfriends. I can't cum with a condom and they won't let me fuck them without one." He put his hand on the side of my face and lifted it up looking down at me,"nobody's ever let me cum in them, except you." I couldn't even look at him now, because his cock was fully erect in his shorts right in front of my face and I couldn't control myself one second longer. I grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze. He put his beer on the table and dropped his shorts, put his hand behind my neck and used his other hand to aim his thick uncut cock at my mouth. I eagerly sucked his throbbing monster into my mouth. I could taste the condom residue and when I deep throated him I could smell Chloe's pussy on his pubes. It excited me so much, that I undid my pants and pulled my dick out and started stroking as I vigorously sucked his cock. I was bouncing up and down on it as he told me to,"suck that dick. I know you want it. You want this load don't you? You want my cum inside you, don't you? Tell me.." I came off his cock and said,"yes. I've missed your cock, and I want your cum inside me. Wherever you want to put it." He quickly yanked me up from the couch and grabbed my pants and underwear and jerked them down, pulling my feet out of them. He kissed me hard on the mouth and slipped his tongue inside me. I moaned into his mouth and felt his hands on my ass. He pulled his mouth back for a second and stuck two fingers inside my mouth and I sucked them as he moved them in and out. He pulled them free from my mouth and spit on his two wet fingers, reaching around and began to push them into my asshole as he grabbed my head with his free hand and kissed me hard again. He got his fingers up inside me to the knuckle and again, I moaned into his mouth. Marcus was being aggressive and I loved it. He turned me around and pulled off my shirt, he wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me against him. His muscular pecs and stomach were against my back and his cock was snugly in my ass crack. He spat into his free hand and I could tell he was lubing up his cock, seconds later I felt his cockhead pushing against my hole. It breached my opening and I sighed in pain and pleasure while he kissed my neck and forced more of his stiff cock inside my ass. He moved forward, causing me to have to put my knees up on the couch, he pushed my head forward so I was bent over now in doggy style. I felt his hand firmly grasp my hips, he started fucking his big cock in and out of my hole. My asshole felt so good as he longdicked me. Feeling his slick cock sliding all the way in and out of me had me leaking precum and I grabbed my swollen cock to jerk off while he pounded my ass. "Oh god, Marcus, fuck me. Shit that feels so good. I can't wait for you to finish off inside me," I said. Marcus responded,"You like this big black cock? You want my poz load up that pussy?" I told him to please cum in me, fill me up good. We were making quite a bit of noise at this point, but I didn't care if Chloe woke up and saw us even, it felt so good, I wasn't going to let him stop until he unloaded in me. I could tell he was getting close too, he was fucking me so hard, my ass was getting plowed into at such a fast rate, I was glad he had lube on his cock from the condom that he used to fuck Chloe not too long ago. Just thinking of that made me hornier, and I wanted his cum even more knowing that his girlfriend never took it. Marcus began moaning and saying,"oh fuck, here it comes. I'm about to blow. Ah shit, ah shit, ah shiiitttt." He slammed into me deep and I felt his cock swell and thicken stretching my hole out more as he pumped me full of his poz cum. He kept himself buried deep inside me as I continued to jerk off and I was getting close. I guess he could tell I was about to blast his couch with my cum because he grabbed my hand and stopped me. "Wait, please?" I said, "please let me cum with you still inside me." He slowly pulled out of me, grabbed me and turned me around face to face. His lips met mine with force and his tongue snaked into my mouth to wrestle with mine. His hands moved up to my shoulders and pushed me down firmly so that I was seated on the edge of the couch. I briefly watched a few seconds of the music video playing as hot shirtless guys danced around a diva. He dropped to his knees and grabbed my legs, and spread them wide. I felt so open and powerless. He looked down and aimed his rigid cock at my wet hole, while his hands held my ankles wide and high I felt his cockhead on my hole right before he slammed fully into me. I gasped, my mouth was in a permanent "O" because that thick dickhead just punched my prostate and he held it there applying pressure to it, squeezing the cum out of it, making it escape through my cock onto my stomach. He immediately began fucking me at breakneck speeds, and it brought me back to the first time we fucked. He was able to blow a second load within minutes of the first one last time, and this was how he did it. I hoped it was happening again, remembering it last time was enough to bring me off, my body went stiff and I began shooting cum into my open mouth and all over myself as he rammed my prostate. I was drenched in my own cum as I watched him build up to his second orgasm, he moved his hands to my hips and thrust himself as deeply as he could and I felt his cock swell yet again pumping his load into me. I think we were both exhausted at this point. He pulled out, and he lifted my limp legs to slide my underwear back onto me. He laid my motionless body down on the couch, put his gym shorts on, and crawled up next to me, pulling the couch blanket over us. We both blacked out. The morning sun shined brightly through the living room window curtains. Music videos were still playing on the tv. I was disoriented for a minute while my mind processed where I was, and why I was there and what had happened. Marcus was still snuggled up to me under the blanket on the couch. His arm was around me, and I felt his erection against my ass. I was worried, Chloe would wake up and catch us like this. I shook him and told him to hurry and get up before his girlfriend woke up. He yawned and stretched a little. He said,"Don't worry, she sleeps like a zombie til late. Last night was amazing man. Watching you and Chloe dance last night had me hard half the time I was at the club." I was like,"what? You were sitting at the table in the club with a boner watching your girlfriend and I dance? You fuckin' pervert. No wonder you're hard right now." Marcus said,"You call me the pervert, but you let me fuck you like a cum hungry slut and you've taken four of my poz loads in your ass and acted like it was a gift from heaven." My mouth hung open in disbelief, but he had a point. I was a total cumslut when it came to him fucking me. I mean, he's fucking hot, straight, hung, and cums gallons and not just once. I laughed and said,"okay, okay, that's me in the moment, yes. I kinda separate those moments from you and me, as buddies. Right now, we're blurring the lines and it has me freaking a little." Marcus, ran his hand down my side and grabbed my underwear to yank them down. He brought his hand up to his mouth and spit in it, moved it to my mouth and said,"spit." I did as he commanded and spit in his hand. He reached under the blanket and lubed up his rock hard cock. He pushed into my hole with relative ease, but I could feel the friction. I groaned, and just let him do what he wanted to me. Marcus smiled and said,"see? you don't even try to stop me from fucking you when a minute ago you were worried about Chloe waking up? You're a whore for me." He was right, I couldn't help it either, his thick bare cock filling my hole up deeply was irresistible. I went from worrying about his girlfriend waking up to not caring if his grandma walked in on us as soon as his cock began to push into me. He firmly held my hip as he fucked slowly in and out of my hole. His massive loads from last night were enough that he didn't need any lube besides our spit to enter me. It wasn't as slick as last night, but he was going so slowly that it didn't need to be. He propped his head up on his hand while he rested his elbow on the pillow looking down at me. He looked so casual...from the waist up. I again warned him,"we better stop before Chloe gets u...." Just then the bedroom door opened and Chloe walked out in just a t-shirt, her tight pert tits were clearly bra-less and she wore a thong, her ass cheeks bounced as she went straight for the kitchen. Meanwhile Marcus simply moved his eyes from me, to the tv and began watching the music video. Marcus said,"Good morning babe. You feel okay? I came in here after you passed out to keep my homie company and we kinda blacked out here." Chloe turned around looking disheveled but glowing, she smiled and said,"I actually feel really good. I think all that dancing and then a good orgasm was what I needed last night. You guys look so cute, do you two want some coffee?" I was dumbfounded, as all of this unfolded before me, Marcus' cock was STILL deep inside me and he was still slowly fucking me. Marcus looked down at me and said,"you want some?" with a big smile. I knew he meant, did I want his cum, but he was trying to shake me loose to answer Chloe about the coffee. I stammered, "Uhmmm, yeah. Sure, yeah I want it...I mean, some. Some coffee, yes, please." Chloe responded, "great! two coffees coming up!" Marcus laughed, "yup, coming up!" as he continued to fuck my hole, picking up a little speed. Chloe had her back to us working on the coffee, and Marcus looked down at me, kissed me hard on the lips and whispered,"you ready for it? you want me to cum up in that hole?" I said,"yes, breed me again..." He tensed up and I felt him blasting inside me again as his girlfriend finished up our coffees. She brought them over to us and handed each of us our own cups while Marcus was still inside me. Chloe said, "I gotta put some pants on, it's freezing in here," as she bounced to the bedroom. Marcus pulled out of my asshole, and pulled up his shorts and sat up. He winked at me as he brought his cup to his mouth. I just shook my head and said, "whatever Marcus, it's your funeral." and rolled my eyes. He laughed into his mug.

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Dad walked in to the room very quickly and gingerly looked me over. "Last night was your meet and greet with the family. Tonight I'm gonna show my baby boy how much I love him." He turned around and left, but within minutes Jason the servant came in. " I'm going to help you get ready for tonight. First we need to get you fed." With that, we went into the kitchen where he had some fruit and juice ready. Fuck, after last night I just needed to eat something, anything really. While I ate, Jason gave me a really nice back message. That really got the kinks from last night out. Then I noticed that hat I was only in my jock. I decided to look for my clothes, but couldn't find them anywhere. "Jason, have you seen my clothes?" "Yeh, they're in the wash. Dad doesn't really want you wearing more of a jock here anyhow." So, I just sat back down and finished eating. After that, I just went back to bed as I was still tired from the night before. I never really fell asleep, just sort of laid there and watched TV. Jason tended to my every need. I was thinking to myself, damn this is a good life. Asking Jason where Rocky and Alex and the other guys were, "They headed home this morning. Dad is pretty proud of Rocky since he has his first anal orgasm last night. But, you know, they don't live here. Come on, we need to start getting you ready." I followed Jason into the bathroom. He had already drawn a hot bath for me. "Get in, let's get you cleaned up". So I undressed and climbed in, but as I did so, I couldn't take me eyes off of Jason. I had never really been drawn to more feminine guys, but damn he was beautiful in an exotic way. He slowly, almost seductively undressed. But when he got totally undressed, he had no cock cage on his small shriveled peanut size cock over what was clearly a scar where his balls had been. "How do you get away without having a cage?" I wondered. "I don't need one. Without my balls I make no testosterone, so I don't get hard. Sometimes Dad or one of your brothers will fuck me, but not much happens with my dick. I just dribble a bit. Once a year, Dad allows me to have a shot of short acting testosterone to get hard and jerk off. He always does it on the anniversary of his unbanning me as a reminder of what I lost." He reached around and unlocked my cock. Slowly, I started to get hard, but it wasn't instant like it would have been in the past. "Looks like your body is slowly getting used to the cunting" he said, " you will eventually crave only anal orgasms and get hard only when Dad commands it. See, you're only slowly getting half hard now." Damn, he was right. But, I sort of figured that he didn't take the cage off for an educational lesson. Soon enough, the razor appeared, and within minutes the only hair on my body was on my legs and my head. Jason had shaved the rest of it off. "Now it's time for you to get clean on the inside" Jason said while grabbing a towel for himself and pulling the drain plug on the tub. Then he grabbed a cup of ice water to shrivel my half inflated cock so that he could put the cage back on, but instead of the cage I had been wearing, Jason grabbed a new, smaller one. "It's to help you forget to associate sexual pleasure from your cock. This one is so small that you can't even rub in it. If it makes you feel better though, Rocky is getting the same thing today too." With that he put the cage on, stuffing my cock in. Sure enough, it was uncomfortable as fuck. Then, Jason turned around and left me to do the internal cleaning. When I was done, I put on the clean jock he had left me. With the old cage, the jock clearly showed my caged dick under it, with this new cage it looked like I was as fixed as Jason...except that I had a full course of testosterone flowing through my body (although not as much as most of my juiced up bros) and that meant that I had some serious needs. Then I went back and hung out with Jason for a bit, mostly making small talk and waiting for Dad. Soon enough, the phone rang. It was Dad sending for me. Jason told me to head for his bedroom, which I did. When I got to Dad's room, he was laying back, blowing a few clouds, watching some hot porn, and jacking his enormous cock. My eyes immediately fixed on his cock. "Calm down Cheyenne, you're going to get it soon enough. Tonight is not about primal pig sex. Tonight is showing a Dad's love for his boy. We are going to go slow and easy. After what you have already done, it will seem pretty basic." I climbed in bed next to Dad. I could feel his strong arms pull me in next to his immense hairy chest. It was a total contrast to my hairless body. He just chewed on my ear, grabbing my nips, which felt almost like an electric arc every time he did. He passed the pipe to me, "Have some, but take it easy. Remember you have to go home tomorrow." Pretty soon, Dad was munching on my hairless cunt like it was a five course meal. By the time Dad slid his cock into me later that night, my cunt was so loose and sloppy from his munching that it just felt right and amazing at the same time. We must have fucked for five or six hours, but I had barely hit the pipe, and certainly no slams. During the whole time Dad had not even touched the front of my jock. He totally ignored my locked up boy cock, but damn, his huge cock inside of me more than made up for it. After he had came for the third time that evening, he pulled out and rolled over, digging aimlessly in a side table drawer. He rolled back over, handing me a toothbrush. "Shove that into your cunt and scrub until it bleeds. Do it for Daddy. Show Dad how eager you are to have his DNA in you." I did as he asked, and it didn't take long before I was showing more than a little pink. Dad eagerly watched me the whole time, slowly getting rock hard again. After I handed him back the toothbrush, Dad said, "That's how most of your brothers were pozzed. With that very brush." Then he slammed his hard cock back into me balls deep. This time he didn't hold back, but fucked me mercilessly. I was moaning like a bitch in heat, and pretty soon, I felt that "gotta pee" feeling again, which was soon flowed by another anal orgasm. I soaked the front of my jock through. Dad just looked and grinned, " Seems like my boy likes Dad's cock." He slammed into me hard and was flooding my guts with his toxic seed for a fourth time. After that, we curled up and fell asleep. The next day I had to be up and ready to head home. Going to Atlanta became an every other weekend trip for the rest of my senior year, but as April gave into May, I was still testing negative. "No son of mine is gonna reject my DNA" Dad said. By mid-May, I was getting concerned that I might be part of that 1% who don't seroconvert, no matter what. On my mid-May visit, I asked Alex if there was anything else I could do. My Dad and my brothers had been fucking me every other weekend, with dozens of toxic loads every time, and still nothing after months. If I wasn't poz by summer, there was a good chance that I might not be admitted to the family. "There is something that you can do, but it's pretty drastic. I'll talk to Dad, and if he approves, we will do it tonight." Alex said. That night I was expecting an evening of profligate pig sex, but when I got cleaned up and into the basement, no one other than Rocky was there. " Come with me, we are heading upstairs." And I followed, more out of curiosity than anything. We went into Dad's bedroom. There was Dad, Alex, Rocky, Jason, and myself in the room. Everyone but me looked serious. "Have you had any drugs, Cheyenne?" Dad asked. I responded that I had not, which was the truth, as I wasn't going to lie to Dad and possibly end up like Jason. "We have dumped gallons of toxic cum in your cunt, son. Nothing seems to take. You have to make a decision as to whether you really want to be part of this family. Tonight you will either become poz or leave here forever. Do you understand?" Dad asked of me. I nodded, but wasn't really sure of what he meant. "Jason, go sit down next to Cheyenne. Cheyenne, I'm not sure if you know this, but all of us are on meds of some type to control out HIV. Not enough to have us shooting blanks, also known as undetectable, but none of us have a super high viral load. The exception here is Jason. As part of his unmanning, he also went off of meds. He has the most toxic viral load around. But, I'm not going to give him testosterone and have him get pleasure from his dick by fucking you. Besides, it would be an insult to you to have a eunuch fuck you. What we are going to do is use this syringe to remove 2 cc of his toxic blood from a vein and hand you the syringe. If you want to be part of this family, you will, on your own volition, take the blood and slam it into your own vein." I just nodded. Shit just got serious for sure. But, he carried Dad's DNA just like my brothers. I looked over as the syringe slowly filled with the crimson blood. Dad handed my the syringe while Rocky tied a tourniquet above my left elbow so that my veins shot out. I just stared at it for a second, and then shakily, I took the needle and slammed the blood. Dad and both brothers grinned ear to ear. Jason just sat there. I didn't feel any different. I got up and walked around. "Head for the basement boys, we gotta milk that neg seed out of Cheyenne for the last time." When we all got down there, Dad removed my jock and cage from my dick, but left Rocky and Alex's on. He gave me a shot in my dick and I was instantly hard as fuck. Then Dad slammed me and told me to start fucking my brothers, with just one caveat. I was to pull out and dump my seed on the floor, which is where he though neg seed belonged. I dumped seven loads on the floor that night before my dick went down and Dad locked my cock back up. "Hope you enjoyed that boy. The next time your cock sees any action will be when you bring a neg boy home that is acceptable to become your brother and y'all move into your own apartment, where you can fuck all you want, so long as he takes my DNA." The next weekend I felt awful, had a fever of 100 constantly, and generally felt like shit. It didn't really matter, since Dad and most of my brothers were in Chicago for IML. I did call Alex and told him what was going on. "Congrats lil bro, sounds like you're going to earn your tattoo pretty soon." I just stayed in bed and was miserable, although I did drag my ass to school since it was the last week of my senior year. After about a week, I felt better, and on my next trip to Atlanta, which as the first of June, Dad took me to get and HIV test. The outcome was a foregone conclusion. I had slammed 2 cc of of poz blood with a viral load of over 2 million. Probably a bit of overkill. The test was positive. More to come...Cheyenne gets his tattoo, begins his college career, moves to Atlanta, and lures an unsuspecting jock to become his little brother....

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