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Part 2 I froze. What did he say? His hands moved to my shoulders and he firmly turned me around, and immediately my mind snapped, “What the fuck are you doing?” But those words never came out of my mouth. The part of me that was naked in this small booth with a sexy stranger that wanted to touch me needed to do I. Instead I felt his warm body pressed up against my back, and I fell forward a little awkwardly, catching myself on the metal wall with a thud. “Not too loud,” he said. “Generally they leave us alone, but you never know who’s around.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and massaged them. “Damn you’re uptight.” He massaged a little deeper now. “Just relax. It’s all good.” His voice was strong, even though he was talking softly, and I felt oddly reassured. His body pressed closer, and I felt his cock against the small of my back. The tiny room started feeling stuffy, and my head was a little light. But I’d didn’t know what to do. I should leave. I should leave now. I started to push off the wall, but his warm body held me there. “Just relax. This is what you want..” He bent his knees and his cock became pushing across my ass. There was a thrill that went through me then — his hard cock felt so warm, the skin brushing against mine. His hands started doing something behind my back, and then he pressed something under my nose. It smelled awful, like cleaner. I looked down and saw the same yellow yellow that the guy out front sold me. “Relax, bud. Just take a hit. It’ll do you good.” My head felt a little swimmy inhaling the stuff, and I turned away. He lifted it to his own nose and inhaled, pinching off one nostril. He seemed to relish it. He pressed it under my nose. “Your turn. Just inhale for 3 seconds. That’s it. Hold it in. Three. Two. One. Now exhale.” What happened next was like fireworks inside my body. I felt a warmth flood from my head down to my toes, almost like a wave rolling. Down my naked body. The room seemed to get really dim, and I thought maybe I was falling over, but I wasn’t really. My body felt amazing, and I was suddenly so incredibly horny. He was starting to grind against my back and ass, and it felt amazing. I suddenly wanted more, and felt super sexy with this guy’s exposed body against mine. He pulled my hips back, then pressed a hand between my shoulder blades. My. Body automatically rolled his guidance, and I repositioned my feet for better balance, bracing my arms against the glass of one of the windows. The floor was cold and felt sticky on my feet, but I didn’t care. He was fingering my hole, and I let out a soft groan. His fingers felt slick as he probed me gently. “”That’s it, baby. Just enjoy it. This is what you came here for.” Was it? Is this what I came here for?? I was totally naked in a scuzzy booth, my nice sexy Friday-night-out clothes tossed to the floor, and I didn’t even see my flip flops. I was a smart student and decent athlete, and now I was hidden away in some dark corner of town no one wants to be seen in, with my ass displayed for some stranger. Was this what I wanted? Was this the way it was supposed to play out? My mind couldn’t process it. It didn’t want to process it. The little bottle was suddenly under my nose again. “One more time, bud,” he said softly into my ear. This time I pinched off one nostril myself, like I saw him do before. “ That’’s it. Take a deep hit. Hold it. Hold it in. Now release it slowly.” I did as I was told, and that rush of desire washed over me again. I could feel my heart pounding and my body was craving to be touched. Sensing my need, he made his move. I suddenly felt the hard, firm pressure against my hole, and it opened with intense desire to be taken to have this guy inside me. I groaned as he started to slide. Inside. It was slick and smooth, so much easier than when I’d been fucked at school. It had never been this smooth and easy.. This time it was his turn to moan. “Fuuuuck, man! Your hole is so tight.” He grabbed my hips and began thrusting. I grunted each time he buried his cock inside me. I knew we were no longer being discreet in here. There was too much grunting, knocking against the plastic seat and metal walls, and the sound of his skin slapping against my bare ass. I felt his cock sliding in and out of me, and it felt amazing. How was it so smooth? My body was totally his to take, and I just wanted more of him inside me. “Fuck! You. Are. So hot!!”” He stuttered out as he slammed me. “Damn you love this raw cock in you!” “Yeah. I do,” I said between grunts, totally wrapped up in the amazing feeling. It didn’t matter where I was. I felt really sexy and he was a hot fucker. He started fucking me a bit harder. ”I’m not gonna last long.” Unexpectedly he wrapped a hand around my own cock, and my mind exploded. “Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” I think I almost yelled it. “Yeah, cum with me!” He squeezed my cock and started pushing his cock really deep, holding it inside me, then repeating the deep thrust-and-hold again. My own dick erupted like a bottle rocket, and I started to see stars. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I was cumming like I had never shot before. My naked body spasmed with the intensity, and I pushed backward onto to thick cock to hold it inside me. He collapsed onto my back, resting his base chest against my smooth ass and back. We were both panting. The intense rush was fading, and I started thinking again. What do I do now? Are we supposed to kiss? I. have to give him my number. I need to do this again. ‘That was amazing,” I said. He stood up, separating our bodies, and gently slid out of my ass. “Yeah. That was hot, man.” He slapped my bare ass. “Thanks, bud.” I turned around and took his body again. Tall and nicely sculpted.. His hairy pecs looked so damned sexy framed in his open shirt. His cock was glistening in the dim light, long and thick. Fuck, that was just inside me! And then my brain caught up with me. I scanned the tiny room. There wasn’t a rubber or wrapper anywhere. He was pulling up his jeans, tucking his slick cock away. “I wish they kept paper towels in these rooms,” he said. “Did your use a rubber,” I asked. This time the words actually came out of my mouth. He shook his head. “You didn’t ask for one.” “You’re neg, right?” It was an automatic question. “You should ask that before you offer up your ass, bud.” He buttoned his shirt, then started to leave. “Thanks, bud. You were really hot.” “Can we connect again?” “I don’t come here a lot. But. You never know.” He opened the door and left. I was standing there naked, reality settling in. I was totally naked. The outfit I’d carefully picked out for the night was crumpled on the floor. I picked up my shirt and saw it was covered in jizz. I felt deflated. ?Some stranger had just shot his load inside me. I shouldn’t be excited by that. And I felt ashamed for being excited by the whole thing. Where did I lose control? What would my friends say? My family? I picked up my shorts and underwear. MY cock was still rock hard. Why was it hard? Didn’t it know what we had just done? I should be on a date with a nice guy, not naked in some scuzzy booth with cum in my ass. I found my flip flops under the cheap plastic seat, slipped them on, and retreated. I fled, desperate not to be seen by anyone. Hoping that the clerk wasn’t still there. I was never, ever coming back here! “See you next time,” the clerk quipped as the door chimed and I fled the store.

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.

Most recent was a Grindr hookup with a smokin’ hot guy in his early 30’s at a park. He pinged me on the app and I was available and about 7-8 minutes away. Arrived, messaged back and forth and then got out to meet him. Turns out he was an olive skinned Arab guy from Morocco with the sexy French accent that goes along with being a former French colony. He said he’d hooked up many times there and after looking around a bit, we were making out rather intensely. Next thing he knew, I was on my knees sucking a GORGEOUS thick cut cock. He force fed me his dick for several minutes and then blew a load down my throat and on my lips. Yummy 🤤! I got back up and continued making out with him. After shaking my ass a bit and showing him my Andrew Christian pride briefs, he was all over wanting to eat my pussy. I pulled my jeans and underwear down and bent over the picnic table under the pavilion. I told him l was soooo wanting to get fucked and have his load and too bad he came in my mouth... he stood up and I turned around and we were making out yet again and I reached down in his workout pants to feel his cock rock hard for a second time. I bent down and licked it slick and wet again and then bent over the table where he proceeded to ram it home and fuck my pussy just like I soooo wanted/needed. After about 7-8 minutes of fucking, he asked where I wanted him to cum. Of course my response was, “inside me! Cum in my pussy!!! Breed me, please!!!” to which he happily obliged, leaving my hole slick with cum. We exchanged numbers but haven’t chatted much since. He’s definitely BF grade hot and knows how to fuck. I’m surely hoping we get to see each other again. Dammit, I’m hard and wet just thinking about it... 🤤😋🤤

He laid there. Covered in his sleeping bag. His face was the only thing that was sticking out. His eyes were closed. He was sleeping contently. The glowing moon light highlighted his blond hair. He was laying next to me inside the tent. Damn, I was all hot and bothered and wanted to just jump his ass at that moment. Our day hike in the mountains must have worn him out. As I laid there with my hand propping my head up, I saw some movement in his sleeping bag. He was rubbing his crotch and stroking his cock. Damn, he must have been on to me. Because before I knew it, his eyes opened and he gave me that hot and bothered look. The warm night was arousing both of us. He lifted his opened sleeping bag in a motion for me to slide over next to him. We were groping. Entangled naked flesh. Stroking each others cocks and balls. There was nipple tweaking and some hot passionate kissing. His firm ass was on the for front of my mind. I couldn't help but grab a hand full of his ass cheeks. He moaned at that jester. "You want some of my ass man?" he whispered to me. Why he was whispering was beyond me. We were in the middle of no where. "I sure would!" He flipped on his side and he was moving his ass against my throbbing cock. Oh it felt damn good. Inch by inch it crept between his ass cheeks and worked it's way toward his warm moist sweaty man hole. This was roughing it and I'm sure he had a dirty ass, but that didn't stop me. My already enormous pre cum-covered cock head was snaking and poking into his hole. He opened his hole up further and further as I tried to break open the barrier. My right arms just wrapped around his chest. I gave his neck a sloppy love bite. He cocked his head sideways to meet my mouth and we embraced with some more kissing. My cock just inched into his nice smooth hole with ease. I couldn't believe that I was in his ass without lube or spit. It felt so damn good! I wanted to stay all night in his ass. But he was doing this rocking motion thing that just stroked my cock. He was milking my cock with his firm ass muscles. Yeah, he knew what he was doing. my cock was feeling the friction and was twice the size. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold back. I think he just jacked my cock with his firm ass once too many. I just spilled my seed into his hot ass without warning. He let go a slow moan. He must have felt the warm cum bath his inner ass. I was firm and rigid and continued to push my load deep into his ass. I definitely saw stars when I shot into him. We laid there for a few minute and he whispered to me that it was his turn.

So hot having no idea who's raw cock is sliding into your hole

I always thought Bad McGuire was overrated. I've seen a lot better tops in random amateur porn.

Went to a glory hole video store yesterday. Paid my$10 to get in, and was disappointed to see only two guys inside. Only one guy seemed interested at all, but nothing happened. So I left, and went to another store just down the street. The parking lot was packed! I went in, and every booth was full. In the back there is a room with a couch, so I went in and took off my clothes. Immediately a good looking older man waled up to me and pulled his cock out of his pants. Aa soon as I started licking, I looked up and saw four other men standing in line waiting their turn. Soon I felt fingers on my hole, and repositioned myself on the couch to be able to take it from both ends... I lost count of how many men came in me, but some couldn't wait and came on my back and ass while I was being used by others, making them come inside me. It was a wonderful day

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.

i've been railing about this for a couple of years on twitter (so much so that TIM has blocked my old account) - but they def are loosing what made them so great. also, for me personally i hate the drug content/references. i don't like to see my bottoms so out of their mind there is no connection. and that's what made TIM so great back in the day - a real, honest, fuck connection between top and bottom. so much of it now is slam bam thank you maam. every time jesse o'toole was fucking someone, it was with so much intensity - you know he was so into and pushed his dick so deep when he came, his btm's were always in ecstasy. it's rare to see that now. and TIMFUCK - the videos are so hit and miss, for every great scene there are 10 lame ones (i unsubscribe and let the content re-build up, then subscribe again - often regretting it because the price isn't worth the sporadic and boring content). i miss when TIM was great.

In June I was looking on Sniffies for a hot bottom to breed. I saw pics of a tall slender guy in his early 20s who was hosting. His post said “bareback only” which got me going. I asked if he wanted some raw daddy cock and he said “yup”. I asked for his address and got it. I was reassured that the address he gave matched his location on the Sniffies map. It was a medium sized condo building on Music Row in Nashville. When I arrived, I told him I was there and asked for his apt #. He said his roommate was home and asked if I could breed him in the stairwell. I hadn’t done anything like that and was somewhat reluctant. But I was already there and the lust was taking over. I said ok. He told me to take the elevator to the second floor, walk to the end of the hall, and enter the stairwell. I did and he joined me a couple of minutes later. He wasn’t concerned that I was almost old enough to be be his grandfather. He led me away from the door to end of the stair landing and slid down his sweatpants enough to expose his ass. Luckily I was wearing loose fitting gym shorts and could maneuver my quickly hardening cock out of my shorts without dropping them to the floor. I slid in him quickly and started thrusting in and out. After just two or three minutes I heard the door to the stairwell slam open on the floor above. I pulled out, slid my hard cock back into my shorts and covered it with my hands while he pulled his sweatpants up. We stood near each other as if we were talking while a young woman quickly descended the stairs. She didn’t catch us in the act, but may have been suspicious. She went past us and then could be heard continuing down the stairs to the ground floor. As soon as we heard the door close, we resumed our fucking. I was determined to finish what we had started. After a few vigorous thrusts, I whispered “You want my poz seed?” He said “Fuck yeah!” One more thrust and I was shooting a week’s load in his young ass. As I was shooting my cum deep in his ass, we heard a different stairwell door slam open. He had most of my poz load in him, but as I withdrew to prepare for another intruder, some of my cum hit the stairs. This time it was a young man who whizzed past us. After he was out of sight my young man said “That was hot.” Yes, it was! Later I was thinking how strange that the stairwell was that busy. Then I remembered a sign outside the elevator that said occupancy limited to one due to Covid precautions.

The porn vid where everyone is covered in Crisco is Fisting Underground 3 from Dark Alley Media, 2008. It is no longer sold on their site. It is shown on the Raw Fuck Club streaming site as War and Grease, divided up into 4 parts.

But its randomness also gives it a far more private risky edge than other sites /

THis is so true! Even though TIM still makes good videos, its something weird about commercial porn and pulling out lately. Its almost like they feel the need to prove that the guys actually cum, so they pull out, just to shove it back in too late (wasting most of the cum on the outside) or even worse, cum all over the chest or face. The whole point of bareback, manly, sleazy sex is the load going in the ass. What happens after that can vary, multiple loads, squirting, felching.. can all be hot. But if the cum doesnt go in the ass, its like the whole video is wasted for me. The best videos are definitely the ones where the guy unloads without pulling out at all. Just recognizing on his body language and verbal language that he filled the slut with fresh hot cum. 😈🐽

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.

I've never seen a convincing deception. There's too much focus on the man fiddling with the condom. If it's split from the start, then it's too easily discovered. If he has to spend 45 seconds breaking it, then it's obvious. I would favor 1. Rapid and silent complete removal. It takes practice and probably a lot of lubricant inside the length of the condom. The used condom needs to be hidden and seeding needs to be completed quickly before the victim finds out and protests. The victim will discover the deception immediately after the orgasm, so the man has to be prepared to make a quick escape or deal with the resistance. Obviously, this option is best for male pleasure. 2. Snipped or punctured tip, for when breeding alone is the primary goal. The smaller the hole, the harder the man has to work to expel the seed into his victim. There is a trade-off between ease of insemination and plausible deniability. It's mostly a psychological pleasure. 3. Seemingly natural breakage. Even with water-based lubricants, I have shredded several condoms in the past through some perfect combination of size, vigor, and the incompatible anatomy of the faggot cunt. They were sliced open lengthwise, so I had full raw contact with boy guts. Covertly adding some mineral oil to the lubricant mix would help this method along. This method is unreliable, but has a balance of pleasure and plausible deniability, as the man never has to withdraw from the cunt and can claim shock and ignorance at the breakage afterwards. "Didn't you feel it?" "No, baby, I just thought you had a magical snatch".

PART II Note: I'm sorry that it took so long for me to post it, but my English is not that good and I had to translate it. Now the story... When I turned seventeen, my father started dating again. Since my mother started treatment, he was very much on his own, so I was happy for him. The new girlfriend was giving him excitement to get back on track. But that meant that again I was getting less attention than necessary. My father would usually spend the weekends at her house and I would be alone. Pablo always called me to stay at his house, but I was already thinking that it bothered him too much. With all the attention he gave me, his sex life was certainly not the best. So, after a while I started to decline your invitations and be alone at home. My life came down to going to school in the morning and spending the afternoon at home jerking off while reading reports from people living with HIV. Some things I learned from reading these reports is that the person who wants to be contaminated needs to be very sure beforehand, because it is something for a lifetime. But after she makes the decision, it's pretty liberating too. The first stages after contagion are the most complicated, because the person has a kind of flu, which shows that the virus has started to multiply in your body. But if the person starts treatment soon thereafter, she can live long years and decades without major concerns. And sex certainly becomes better, because a condom, whether you agree or not, is something that gets in the way and decreases lust. I tried to masturbate a few times using a condom, but I didn't even come close to cumming. I thought that was totally boring. And after you already have the virus, what else can happen? It is the worst thing transmitted through sex, all other diseases can be treated and cured. And everyone who is dealing with this needs to have regular checkups, so it's easy to find out if you've got anything else. And that is when total freedom arises. Having sex without a condom and without major concerns. Having sex with anyone you want, without knowing the right person, and without having to worry about anything. The freedom to feel it raw, to flood another guy with your spunk and also to be flooded with his seed. I wanted that. And the hornyness that I felt imagining myself being pozzed was something that always made me explode when I came. Of course, most of the times I imagined my neighbor doing this to me, but I also put myself in the place of the bottoms I saw in the videos. People at school didn't know about my sexuality, so I wasn't really close to anyone. I was that type of student who talks to everyone, but who doesn't really have any close friends. That special person for me was Pablo, and he was not at school. My eighteenth birthday was fast approaching and I was in no mood to celebrate. I had no family in the city besides my father and no one at school that I would like to invite as well. So, when my dad went to his girlfriend on Friday, not even remembering that my birthday was on Saturday, I realized that I had made the right choice not to make a big deal. I spent the entire Saturday at home, lying in the living room watching TV, as usual. It was about nine at night, I had just showered and was lying in my pajamas watching another episode of the series, when the doorbell rang. It was Pablo. “Hey, birthday boy”, he said. “You remembered?!”, I said confused. "Of course I did," he said and I realized he was a little drunk. “Aren't you going to ask me in?” "Sure, come in", I said. When I closed the door, he gave me a huge bear hug. The man was almost six feet tall and I wasn't that tall, so I buried my head in his strong chest. The truth is, I hadn't felt well all day and I was happy that at least he had remembered. “I wanted to come earlier to bring your gift, but I spent all day thinking and making some decisions”, he explained. “Sorry for leaving you alone on your birthday.” "You are here now," I said. "I am," he said without letting me go. My cock was already growing with that hug and it was impossible that he wasn’t feeling it, so I decided to break the contact. “Where's my gift?”, I asked walking away. "That's what I had to think about today," he explained. “I don’t understand.” “Phillip, I have looked after you as if you were my son for years, but that is not what you are. And I know that you don't see me as a father either, you feel horny about me.” “No, I ...” I tried to argue, but I had no idea what to say to him. “No need to be embarrassed, because I also feel horny when I see you”, he said hurriedly. “Do you?”, I asked doubting. “Of course I do, you grew up to be a beautiful man, but you were always my boy, so I never saw you like that, until the day that ...” “What a day?” I asked anxiously. “The day you saw me fucking that guy at my place.” “Did you know? I’m so embarrassed!” “He saw you at the time and told me that we were not alone, so we did a show for you to see.” “I had no idea ...”, I said blandly. “I thought you were scared, that you didn't understand, but when you talked about my tattoo, I realized that you were smarter than I thought.” “Then why have you never done anything before? Why are you just telling me that now?” I wanted to know. “It's still difficult, I had to drink to build up the courage to have this conversation with you. And there was the fact that you were a minor before.” "But I'm not now," I observed. “No, you are not.” He then closed the distance between the two of us, held my head tightly and gave me a deep kiss on the mouth. I had never kissed anyone before, so I let him guide me and explore every corner of my mouth. His hands roamed my body, feeling and spoiling me, so I found the courage to do the same, placing my hands on that body that I always wanted to touch. As much as I had been working out for almost two years, my body was nowhere near as big as his. His arms held me tightly and I felt those muscles tighten. The curve of his waist, the hardness of his chest, the six packs of his hairy belly. Everything was a paradise under my hands. Then he broke the kiss and said: “You sure you want this gift?” “Yes,” I said. “We can use a condom if you haven't decided yet, if you think it's too early.” “I want to, I'm sure. It would happen someday anyway and I prefer it to be you.” “You can't go back; my viral DNA will stay with you for the rest of your life.” “All I want is to have that part of you always with me.” “You will be the mother and I will be the father of the bugs that will grow and multiply within you.” “I saved my virginity for you to do that.” “I'll give you what you always wanted, but not here. Let's go to my house, I want to fuck you in my bed like you saw me fucking that other guy.” It was difficult to take my hands off of Pablo, I was afraid that breaking the contact he would give up everything on the way to his house, but I took the key, locked the door and followed him to his place.

I was at the video store last Friday and I hooked up with a guy I could tell was poz. I don’t look poz so not sure what he thought about me. We were just sucking for a while and he asked.... what do you like to do? I told him I like to get fucked. He turned me around and ate my pussy. Then fucked me without a condom. After he bred me I thanked him for the dirty load and he winked at me and said anytime.

I had just moved and after a long few days of heavy lifting, unpacking, rearranging and organizing I was feeling the need to unwind. I arranged with a couple of friends to go out and let off a bit of steam as it had been ages since we had all been dancing and drinking together. My boyfriend had decided that he just wanted to chill at home and that was fine by me, I could use some independent time. Saturday night finally came and I put on my usual attire, white t-shirt and jeans…I was never one for getting really dressed up especially since I intended on dancing the night away. I’m 5’10 and had honed my body to a lean and muscular swimmers frame. My friends all wanted to go to the city’s only gay club as it had better music. I don’t usually like the gay scene, I find it too fruity and I was much more of a guys guy, but I went along anyway. The night kicked off with dinner and drinks before we descended the stairs to the club and the usual heat and dark lighting invaded my senses immediately. I made my way to the bar and was met with a crowd of very young camp partiers and the older guys who were hanging out watching the scene. I got a few looks, eyes moving up and down my body, sizing me up. I ignored the glances and ordered my drink before heading off to find my group. A couple of straight mates had joined my girlfriends for the evening, undoubtedly trying to hook up with them, and I felt more at ease in their company than the throng gay guys crowding the terrace. The night wore on and we headed to the dance floor, just a big group goofing around, laughing and joking as the beats throbbed through our bodies. A guy I didn’t know had joined the group on an invite from my friend Melissa. He was a muscular, good looking guy and a surprisingly good dancer. He was putting the moves hard on Mel, so we all gave them a bit of space as they ground against one another on the dance floor, not wanting to interrupt the public foreplay in which they were engaged. Time flew past under the strobe lighting and gradually my group whittled down with my mates heading off at different times to go to other clubs and try their luck with the ladies. My girlfriends were all starting to head towards the door at about 3am. I decided to stay on as I had bumped into a few people I knew. Mel and the guy were off in a dark corner as I stayed on the dance floor. A couple of guys moved a bit closer and I ended up dancing with them, they were good guys and I told them I had a boyfriend so we just had fun gyrating to the music. A little while later Mel popped up and said in my ear that she was done. I asked her how it had gone with the guy and she said he had tried to get her to go off with him but she knew from experience that drunk guys are a dud lay so she declined. I kissed her on the cheek and we said our good-byes. At that time, guys around me were getting a bit handsy, moving closer and closer, their hands edging under my sweat drenched t-shirt. Even with a few drinks in me I knew it was time to go and politely extricated myself from the situation. I left the club and thought about grabbing a taxi but as it was only a few kilometres to my new place I decided to walk off the tipsyness I felt. I headed off in the homeward direction and a few hundred metres up the road I found the guy Mel had fobbed off sitting on the curb, he seemed pretty wasted, but he waved at me and I stopped. “Just heading home,” I said, “You ok man, need help getting a taxi?” “Na, was gonna walk home, I’m just across the park,” he pointed across the parklands towards the main road. “Cool man, am headed that way myself, let’s get you up.” I held my hand out to help him up. A firm grip met it and I hauled him to his feet. He was a big guy, mid thirties, 6’2 and had a physical labourer body, masculine and assured. We strolled down the road and, in between swigs of beer, he started talking about my hot girlfriend Mel and how hard he’s been trying to get with her. I laughed and said, “Get in line bud.” I knew I probably shouldn’t have but I wasn’t thinking clearly. “Waddaya mean? She giving it up to other guys?” he slightly slurred, he seems quite peeved at the idea. “No idea bud, but there are plenty of guys after her I would image,” I said trying to diffuse his annoyance. We crossed a main road and headed along the path through the parklands. I quickened my pace as it got a bit chillier in the dense foliage. “Na man, I reckon u know. She sluttin round while prick teasin me?!” it was a question and a statement at the same time. I moved slightly away, “Like I said mate I dunno anything, I haven’t seen her in ages and didn’t talk much to her tonight,” all of which was true. He adjusted himself in his jeans, “I’m so bloody hard for her man, and she was all over me, kept me boned all night and then she split.” He kept kinda rambling to himself about how much of a cock tease she is and how he was gonna give it to her good. I laughed a bit, “Yeh girls can be like that”. He rambled a annoyed agreement, still adjusting himself through his pant leg, “Yer girls are teases,” this comment more audible and coherent. The path had gone from paving to just dirt as we passed through the maze of trees leading to the big oval. Suddenly, in a quick movement knocked me over onto the grass. I fell to the side, narrowly missing hitting my head on the trunk of a tree. Sprawled on the ground I looked up at him. His broad shoulders obscured what little light there was in the thick bunch of trees and he towered menacingly above me, a glower on his face. “Girls are teases, but guys are easy.” My heart raced, and I went to get up, “What the f…” my words cut off as I moved my weight from my side and rolled to my hands and knees to push myself upright again, as a great weight pressed on my back and a hand yanked at the back of my jeans. “Hey, get the fuck off me maannnnn…” my words became muffled as the weight moved from my back to my neck and my face was pressed into the grass. The guy pushed my head hard and I felt the heat of his torso through my sweaty top. “Yeh guys are real easy,” he muttered into my ear, his body pressed over the back of mine. In a swift, rough movement my jeans tore and were yanked down to my bent knees by a very strong grip. I heard the sound of a zipper sliding down. “That lil bitch may not be taking it tonight, but you won’t b so lucky.” I struggled to free myself, pushing up with all my strength, my muscles straining. But he was much stronger with all of his weight bearing down on me. He chuckled a bit, “I like a struggle. Saw you teasing those guys on the dance floor tonight. You’re just like your bitch friend. Fucking tease!! You like a big raw cock? Bet u do! If you don’t, you’re taking mine anyway,” his deep voice was laced with aggression. “Please…” I started. “Begging for it already…knew you were a slut!” Spit hit my crack and slid down to my hole, one, two, three gobs. “That’s all your getting boy!” he stated as his muscular legs pressed against the inside of my thighs and pushed them wider apart, my jeans digging hard into my knees before giving way and sliding a further down my calves, my legs parting wider. I felt a great heat, like a hot iron rest along my crack. It felt like it was branding me. “Don’t…” I muttered into the grass, my head still roughly held there. “Too late bitch,” he sneered before his hips moved slightly backward then shoved brutally forward. My hole clenched, but his big slab pushed harder. I felt his leg muscle contract even more and he rammed hard. My eyes snapped wide as I felt my hole rip open around his giant head. My breathing became ragged and I went to cry out in absolute agony when a big hand snaked around my cheek and clamped firm over my mouth. My cry not heard, the rest of his monster was forced up my tearing chute, fast and hard. I couldn’t relax, every muscle in me tensed and my hole was spasmed firmly shut, as he drove the entire shaft into me to the hilt, burying himself pubes deep with sheer brute strength. I felt the cold scratch of the zipper being forced close to my hole as he laughed at my struggles and pain. “Urggh, fuck yeh, tight lil fucker aren’t ya! Bet ur boyfriend doesn’t fuck ya like this.” His hips retreated, removing the solid mass from deep in my gut, until I was almost empty, then firing back into my torn hole. “Yeh, ya need a real man fucking ya…come on” hand still clamp over my mouth he moved his other hand to grip my shoulder and pulled. My hole tore even more as his rod pushed deeper into my gut. I cried out into his palm as the veins in my neck strained. “Look at ya, bent over with a man’s cock up shoved up your ass, and you love it, don’t ya? Pretending to be a man, but I’m the man!” he shoved again for emphasis. “Can’t fuck a girl rough like this, but guys love it. They take it anyway I like! You sick bitch!” My ripped hole spasmed involuntarily,“Oh FUCK!” he yelled, obviously liking the feeling. He released my mouth and grabbed a fistful of hair as he started laying into my hole, pulling my head back and pushing down on the middle of my back, almost breaking me in two, repeatedly lodging himself as deep as he could go. He started building up a real pace, his big arms flexing and holding on tighter and stronger. My entire body was rocking, “Make me feel good slut, keep it tight, make me feel good.” He shoved a few fingers into my mouth, gagging me, as he pushed my legs painfully further apart. My ass clenched at the pain and he let out an “ah” while driving even deeper. “Oh yeh that’s it, make daddy feel good. Milk the dick. Yeh. So tight! Yeh. Squeeze my shaft. Yeh. You like my big dick ey? Ahhh” I grunted in response, pain searing through me as I was impaled again on his raw shaft, “You fucking love it!” I heard his words through perfect ears, along with my grunts, trying to take the rough spit fuck, my vision, distorted by tears. I felt like an arm had been shoved up inside me, the guy was huge and thick. “Getting close fag”, he grunted and pushed down on my back harder and gripped my hair tighter. He leaned over, his abs pressing into my lower back, so his lips were close to my ear, his hot breath moving over my cheek. “like this bitch, don’t ya? Like my ten incher, raping you..You fuckin lil fag, been gaggin’ for it all night! Man, your hole is tight, gonna get me off soon. Needa empty my balls. Gonna load you up pussy, take a real man’s load! You want my jizz, fucker?” I didn’t reply, couldn’t reply, I could barely breathe from the pain. “Answer me boy! You want my swimmers?!” he rammed his hips hard and rough as he said it, his thick shaft scraping along my insides. “Tell me!” He flung his hefty arm around my neck, bicep flexing as he squeezed, cutting off my air.” “I want it,” I squeaked, desperate for breathe. “Louder, whore…what do you want?” His muscular arm relaxed a little from around my neck so I could responded, “I want your big load,” “Where?” “Inside me, shoot it up my gut,” I felt sick, but I wanted it to end. He laughed, moved his arm and gripped my hair again. “Time to get you pregnant bitch!” He slapped my firm ass, making me flinch and my hole contracted as he completely withdraw then pushed me down and slammed the entire length back into me, putting his considerable weight behind his last thrust and taking all the air from my lungs. He bellowed a deep growl, “Take every drop cunt! Take the breed!” and with that I felt his cock swell and pump his cream into my gut, his grip tightened on my hips and his fingers dug painfully into my flesh as every muscles in his body tense violently. Huffing and grunting I counted 5, 6, 7 spurts, before he shoved again and collapsed over my back, his abs heaving, sweat pouring off his brow. He pushed himself up, still breathing hard and yanked his dick out of my still clenched hole with a pop. Standing up easily while I was prone on the ground, still in pain, he hefted his dick and put it back in his jeans. I rolled to my side, “Catch ya slut!” he offered as he turned and swaggered off into the thick of trees and out of sight.

I hate to point it out but no one has brought it up yet: the whole concept of bareback as "wrong" and "other" is over. BB is the norm thanks to PrEP and people just not giving a shit. My pinnacle film is Viral Loads (I believed the fantasy that Blue Bailey was neg). Today though, if you made a movie about a bunch of undetectable tops fucking an undetectable bottom, it's like "Yeah? Who cares." To me the whole notion of depravity is washed out by advances in medicine and social understanding about being poz. Unfortunately, I also think that applies to sites like this one. It's still hot, but the idea of spreading HIV isn't the risky turnon it was.

Yes. Is the only answer.

Damn tj87 you are so lucky, the thinfs I would do have cocks circling around me right now. Or wrapped up in meaty pecs. Hope you’ll both test covid neg and get that plow

I'm Kyle reinhardt, from Pittsburgh, and I love posting my pics and info all over the net. I love the humiliation of people I don't know, or maybe I do, seeing my tiny cock and wrecked cunt. I love when strangers contact me letting me know they saw me and what they think of me.

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 🙂

Having been the bound subject of many a Dominant’s pleasures (and cruelties) in the BDSM realm, I have a couple of observations on this. First, actual real BDSM practiced by those in the lifestyle isn’t really something they usually think about in terms of porn - scenes are intensely intimate power exchanges, and the dynamics of what is actually going on wouldn’t translate to film. For evidence of this, you can look at the material in the BoundGods shoots; they get very creative with their kink, but it’s rare to detect any element of true Dominance/submission going on, because they’re not actually scening. They’re shooting a scene. Big difference. Second, though I was used many times in bondage by many different Dominants, relatively few of them actually fucked me. Their desire was more to have access to my body and control my response, but relatively few of those who put me in bondage did so for the purpose of intercourse. Instead, it was usually to make me vulnerable to the work of their hands, or their tools or equipment. I would conjecture that the relative uncommonness of fucking in actual practice translates into a proportional lack of attempts to make porn of it. (I might add that if you see porn of a guy being fucked in suspension bondage, that in no way represents common practice - suspension bondage is hella tricky even if you can find a Dom with the mad skilz to do it, and getting fucked in that position is even rarer. I’ve never had it done.) Third, bondage in real life doesn’t really lend itself to video because a) Setup takes a long time and makes for dull footage, and b) Once the submissive is bound, one of your two performers is basically non-moving - again, not the stuff of dynamic filmmaking. So if finding bareback porn is a challenge among regular porn, it’s not surprising that finding bareback in a genre as inherently limited in quantity would be that much harder. I’m just speculating, but that would be my guess.

Hit him up about it, we talked on the phone since he works out of town. He wants to have a "chat" when he gets home this weekend

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...

Chapter 4. The following day, my boy thanked me for setting everything up. He told me he’d never have been brave enough to take POZ cum without my help. I told him I looked forward to seeing how piggy he wanted to be. I asked him if he really wanted to push his limits. He nodded and I asked him if he’d rather have ten new raw cocks in his hole or ten loads from strangers in his hole, squelching two raw cocks. He thought for a few seconds and said, ‘loads. Loads from ten strangers.’ ‘POZ loads?’ ‘If they’re POZ, then, yeah.’ He confessed that it had long been a fantasy to get fucked and used by multiple POZ men but that he’d need to work up the stamina to take on ten men at once. I asked if lots of loads on two bare cocks might help him get used to more. He nodded and headed off to work proud of him for giving in to what he wanted, and for trusting me to help him. I messaged Sam, thanking him for a hot session, and telling him my boy wanted to get double-fucked with ten strangers’ loads, working up to a POZ gangbang. I also told Sam that my boy had been able to fist himself. That got Sam going, and he asked me to meet him for lunch in a park bathroom he knew of nearby. I snuck away from my desk and was in the appointed stall at the appointed time, fisting my cock as I peered through a sticky gloryhole. A few minutes later, Sam walked in and greeted me by name as he unzipped and fed his POZ cock through the gloryhole. I heard him talking to another guy who must have just walked in. I heard him say, ‘Yeah, he’s collecting loads for his boy. No questions asked, POZ loads too.’ I felt his pace pick up as he fucked my throat, banging against the wall, ‘Like mine! This cocksucker is gonna get his boy POZ bred with my POZ cum! Again!’ He filled my mouth with a big juicy load and pulled back. I spat his cum into the jar as the next stranger slid his meat through the hole. ‘You’re sick, you fuck. Sucking cock to bring loads home to your boy! Bring him here sometime, and I’ll breed him myself!’ He shot his cum in my mouth and pulled out without a word of thanks. It tasted so good, I nearly swallowed it, but remembered why I was there. I only knew Sam was still there when he lowered his face to the hole and spit through it, I swallowed it down. He grunted that he had a few more friends coming in a few minutes and to hold tight. I heard the door open and close and waited a few minutes. Sam came back with two uniformed cops. I freaked out until I heard their zippers drop and they both took turns feeding me their dicks. I saved both their loads in the jar. When they’d gone, Sam let himself into the stall. He suggested we ask the cops over sometime to double fuck my boy for me to watch. The got me turned on. Sam asked if I wanted his load right in my hole and I told him that I rarely bottom. He grinned and said, ‘I’ll get my babies in you one way or another.’ He dipped his finger into the jar and ran it up and down my ass crack. If another stranger hadn’t just walked in, I’d have had to jerk off imagining those two beefy cops stretching my boy apart and feeling Sam smear his POZ cum in me. I’d sucked out four loads and had a cummy butt and was late for work. Back at my desk, I messaged Sam to thank him. He replied that he didn’t know the first guy really but had seen him taking raw POZ cock in that stall regularly, including his own. The cops were both POZ too. That night, Sam came back over. I blindfolded my boy before we took turns fingering fresh cum into his ass and then planting it deeper until we both fucked him again. This time, Sam was sitting on the sofa with my boy straddling his cock, facing him. I was able to squat and slide in; this meant I got to do most of the pounding this time. Sam reached into the cum jar again and fingered some of that filthy seed into my own butt. It all felt so good, but the sensation of Sam squirting his toxic seed into my boy’s guts was what pushed me over the edge. He took pics of our cummy cocks reaming out my boy’s hole, and then of my own tight ass covered in dirty seed. I kept sucking off strangers daily and getting that cum into my boy. And now, I fingered my ass with their seed as I sucked them off. By the following week, my boy had been filled up with at least ten strangers’ loads and wrecked by me and Sam together multiple times. My own tight hole had absorbed some of that toxic seed too. I told my boy that Sam was planning something for the weekend to take things a step further. My boy begged for a hint, but I kept quiet, telling that it would start with him being blindfolded and end with him more stretched out and more cum-filled than he’d ever been before. To be continued...

Yes I agree, Market has changed, I dont visit often, sad to say. I do watch the old Cadinot movies more frequently these days especially " savauges" I do however have a passion for Triga films, the guys are run of the mill, normal working blokes however, would love them to do bareback.

TIM was clearly successful in their market. It's been going on a lot longer than a year, but my impression is that they stuck to a formula, and formulas tend to result in the same thing over and over. The worst thing in commercial porn is pulling out to cum. Or maybe even a bit worse is what a lot of European studios seem to do: pull-out to jack in a bottom's mouth.

Little red @subBottomKink riding hood! 😉 Sir couldn't have you in a white hood, that would just not do at all. I would want to see your cunt dripping with cum! 💦💦

Thanks for finding it. That is such a hot clip. I love seeing young guys being slutty cumdumps.

12... i was playing with a friend of school (also 12) in an old empty building when we found some sex mags... we started jerking off... i ask him if i could suck him but he said no and left... i continued jerking off... then 3 skater boys (around 19-20) came walking in... one said: you can suck us... i wanted to leave but they forced me to suck them... one of them also fucked me and came inside me... the next 3 years they used me several times...

As a bottom the skin on skin sensation of cock in my arse...blows my mind. Knowing that a Top is getting satisfaction from using me... the thrill I feel as he is in me and he tweaks my nipples... especially with my nipples being hardwired to my cock...sends me into spasms of ecstasy...and the harder he uses my arse and me knowing the hot creamy reward I will receive drives me over the edge that I end up begging for it...using me in any position he wants...Nothing is a bigger turn on than giving up control of your sexual pleasure to a Top.

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.

Living 7 bike minutes away from a horse market club, I must say I'm not a big fan of it. Maybe it's because I'm a top and want to see the faces of my bottoms. But there is absolutely no need to be wooried when going there. People in sex clubs here are very respectful and polite in contrast to real life. Just be sure to wear a red hood, but don't expect to many loads. The guys want to fuck and unloading stops it all.

Daniel sighed as the teens warm cockhead slowly slipped into his hole. Today had been a day of so many firsts for Ashers young body. The first taste of tina, the first warm fingers in his virgin hole, massaging generously against his prostate, teaching the young boys guts to thirst for a mans hard cock. Daniel milked the boys tool as he savoured the inches, fondly recalling Ashers own body as it reluctantly opened to him, how the teens tight ring spasmed on his drooling member as he fought back the inevitable until he finally relented, pumping the boy with his own hot load over and over. The feel of the boys sopping hole as it tugged and massaged the older mans cum soaked cock deep inside him. "ash" Daniel cooed as the boy lifted his head with a sigh. "feeling good buddy?" Daniel gripped the boys shoulders and began to slowly ride his cock. "yeah, oh yeah" Asher groaned as his once straight cock worked deep inside Daniels sticky cunt. "that a boy, feels good to be inside me doesnt it? just relax and enjoy it boy." Daniel picked up his pace and lifted to his feet, squatting over the sweating teens prick as he slid lewdly up and down. "look at it ash, watch it. watch your cock fuck me" Daniel grabbed the boy by the hair and guided his gaze toward the action. Daniel felt the boys member twitch in response to the sight as he continued driving the teens slick wet cock into him over and over. Daniel didnt want Asher to fuck when he was told, he wanted the boy to want to fuck, wrecklessly and with abandon. The first few steps were teaching Asher to think only with his cock. reaching back, Daniels fingers grazed the slick tight balls resting on his ass and smiled. "gonna cum ash? do you need to cum?" Daniel fingered the boys sack, rolling his hips and waiting patiently until it happened. With a long groan and a natural thrust, Asher drained his balls into daniel for the first time. "very good ash keep it up, let it come. that a boy." Daniel firmly gripped the teens shoulders, driving down to the base of his prick, riding the blissful teens balls dry. "there we go, youre a natural ash!" Daniel slid off the teen and scooped his finger into his slimy hole. placing it at the boys lips, without hesitation Asher licked the digit. "my turn now ash. We need to keep practicing." Daniel muttered, as he produced a glass pipe and lighter from the desk and took a long hit, exhaling the cloud onto the boy as Asher snickered. "here we go now, in your mouth" Daniel tucked the pipe into Ashers pouty lips. "nice deep breath now ash, take it all in and hold it for me." The glassy eyed teen did just as he was told, over and over Daniel watched as the boy spun higher and higher and his body began to respond. soon Asher slowly pumped his soft cock in his fist with one hand, and sucked at the pipe with the other for what seemed like an eternity on the couch as Daniel stood over him filming. "here ash, play with the hole" Daniel lifted the boys fingertips to his drooling puffy ring and smiled as he instinctively plunged his sticky digits inside with a groan as Daniel set the camera down to focus on the thirsty boys sloppy ass. "time to let me inside again ash. just relax for me" Daniel lifted the boys legs atop his shoulders and pointed his hot purple cockhead against the boys ass, sliding in with one long stroke. Daniel bounced off the boys firm cheeks for almost forty minutes, fucking a load out of the kids semihard cock just before planting his own warm seed in the boy once again. Daniel pulled from the tight sucking ring once again to film Ashers gaping bud as it drooled a fresh hot load. The two took turns at the pipe, lazily fondling eachother as Daniel flipped through previous clients footage, exposing the boys mind to more and more as he watched the teens cock slowly rise until he was fisting the entire length again. "feels real good to jack it doesnt it ash?" the boy just nodded as Daniel turned to kneel over the couch, exposing his winking pink pussy to the boys hungry gaze. "Its time to fuck, ash" Daniel looked over his shoulder at the teen as he reached forward to now guide his dribbling tool into the mans hole on his own. "that a boy" Daniel moaned as Ash began thrusting his bare prick in and out. "use your hips ash, nice long strokes" Daniel gave pointers on the young mans form as he continued training the boys cock to cum deep, and cum bare. Finally Daniel felt the familiar urgency of a teens orgasm and reached back to hold him in place as Ash pumped a thick hot load once again deep into Daniel. "good job ash, remember when you fuck you need to push deep as you can. really breed the hole." Daniel felt the boy slowly slide out of him and roll back on the couch, as he picked up a camera to complete the final few minutes documenting the boys milky cum streaked cock.

Oh yes I have done ass to mouth for a long time, i starting making sure I clean myself out thoroughly every time, when a man pulls out it is instinctively my actions to clean him off and savor the juices and taste, especially in group scenes the bigger the gang and the swapping of ends as one pulls out and I am sucking one clean waiting on another to replace it I relish the chance to clean all the cocks once they emptied into my ass and pull out with the flavors of their cum and the other men’s cum on them

Biggest load I've ever blown and most intense orgasm was when a poz top filled my ass with his load. He kept making me tell him how bad I wanted it and needed it, and that led to both of us cumming at the same time. My entire body went numb right after I came. Was amazing

A thank you from a good cum slut would be one that pushes my cum out of their hole, just for me to shove back into their gut. Biggest turn on for a top.

New to Telegram but love it! FJLinNYC here, complete and total gay incest perv

Would love to see Kyle Ross, twink bottom at Helix Studios become a total cum dump

Fuck yeah, Tim Skyler must have a completely destroyed ass by now. He used to be a pretty cumdump at the time. I bet now he must make an even better fuck with all the men who ride him since then.

Yes Tim Skyler come back to porn if you are out there!!!!

I was pozzed and introduced to chem sex in a similar way , 6 years ago . Though my owner was a white british guy who gave me .5 slam first time and got me barebacked by a group of guys for free. I was kept on high for 4 days with really strong doses of tina and was used by more than a dozen tops whose faces I didnt get to see as I was blindfolded . Just felt raw cocks sliding in n out of my holes all the time . I was hooked on to meth n cum after 4th day .

What a great birthday that would be to have happen

Part 1 “Fuck!” I kicked my car in anger… and instantly regretted it. “Shit, shit, shit!” I hopped around on one foot until the pain in my toes subsided. This was not how my day was supposed to go. At twenty one years old, I was finally moving out of my parent’s home. I had been ready to move a couple years ago when I graduated from high school but my Dad had talked me into going to the local junior college while working for a few years to save money. I had watched as all my friends moved on. The smart ones were accepted into prestigious schools. I had done okay in school, but wasn’t a geek or anything. My jock friends who were good enough got athletic scholarships, and while I was on the high school soccer team, I always knew I wasn’t good enough to have a future in it. The rich kids didn’t have to worry about the cost, of course, but my Dad was just a middle manager who constantly worried about being downsized. Even my high school girlfriend went off to college. In fact, she dumped me the night before she left. I heard through the grapevine that she dropped out last year after she got knocked up by some college senior. Naturally I had a good laugh about that one. Finally, though, I’ve served my time at the junior college. A couple months ago I got my Associates degree and was accepted at in San Diego. I had worked my ass off in junior college to make sure I got a shot at something better. I would never tell him, but my Dad was right about going to a junior college first. So, this morning I gave Dad a firm handshake and my crying Mom a big hug and hit the road for the drive to San Diego - over 750 miles. My Dad told me to take the I5 but I wanted to drive down the coast. I was somewhere south of Carmel when the engine temperature warning light came on. I decided to keep driving to the next town. A few miles later and I saw smoke or steam from under the hood. I pulled to the side of the road right as the engine died. Now I was stuck in the middle of god awful nowhere. Hundreds of miles from home, hundreds of miles from San Diego, and who knows how many miles from civilisation. I pulled out my phone. I should call Dad. He would come help, but I didn’t dial. No. I was hundreds of miles from home. I didn’t want him to drive down. And I didn’t want the 'I told you' lecture for not sticking to the i5. My cell signal wasn’t great but I was able to get online on my phone and find the name of the nearest town. A few more minutes of fighting the slow internet and I found the name of a garage there. Thank god! How could anyone live with such crappy cell service? I called the garage and told them my car had broken down, and also described my location as best I could. The asshole on the phone gave me some attitude about not knowing the exact location. Like I was supposed to know my way around his shit hole corner of California? However, I kept my cool. After I gave him my info, I got back in the car and waited. And waited. 
And waited. After about an hour I was starting to lose my patience. The sun was setting and it was just starting to get dark. I did not want to sit out here in the dark. Every horror movie I’ve ever seen was coming back to haunt me. I was about to pick up my phone and call back when I saw headlights coming my way. Sure enough, it was a tow truck. The mechanic pulled up behind me and I got out to meet him. I was ready to rip into him but held back when I saw him. The guy was tall, about 6’3”, but there was something strange about him. He was very lean, kind of haggard really, and there was something dark and scary about him. Not just dark like his hair - it was more of a 'aura', I guess. I decided that making a fuss about being kept waiting might not be smart. I just gave him a smile and thanked him. He didn’t really respond, just kind of nodded. Not really even nodded. Just inclined his head in my general direction. He walked to the front of my car and make a gesture which I assumed was an indication to open the hood. He spent a few minutes looking over the engine. I hovered nearby trying to pretend I knew what he was was looking at. My Dad had always warned me to be careful with mechanics. As he put it, 'they will try to sell you $500 of repairs to fix a $25 problem'. This guy, however, seemed to know his stuff. He tested various connections, had me try to start the engine then he tested and probed some more. There was something about him that was - interesting - I guess is the best word. Like I said, he was gaunt and there was something worn out about him…but not like he was ugly or anything. It gave him an element of mystery and danger that I can’t quite explain. He had black hair that hung over his forehead and blue eyes. He was older than me but not old really, maybe in his 30’s. I just found myself watching him and trying not to let him see. Finally he shut the hood looked at me shaking his head. “Could be worse.” He had a deep voice that seemed strange coming from such a thin and worn body. He rambled some explanation that I didn’t really follow… car engines aren’t really my thing, you know? “How much to fix it?” “About $650 between parts and labor.” I had been saving up money while living at home but that didn’t mean I had money to burn. Still nothing could be done about it now. “How long will it take to fix?” He shrugged. “Can get you up and running tomorrow.” “Shit! I mean, I’m on my way to San Diego for college. I'm not from around here.” He looked at me but didn’t reply. “I wasn’t planning on stopping. I wanted to drive straight through.” “Well, you aren’t going anywhere in this until tomorrow.” He looked at me, his blue eyes piercing as he seemed to measure me up, and I guess took pity on me. “Tell you what. There’s a little motel in town… it’s not much but you should be able to get a room there for tonight. A friend of mine runs the place. Get in the truck and I’ll drop you off.” I thanked him and, once he had the car attached to his tow truck, I climbed in the passenger seat. It was a long trip and he didn’t seem in any hurry. We rode in silence for a few minutes. My eyes kept wandering to him. He was handsome, in a way, I guess. I tried to figure out what about him was so strange and… well… captivating. I’m not gay, you know, so it was just curiosity. I’m sure he caught me glancing at him a few times… he seemed amused. He had a tattoo on his arm that looked kind of familiar. To make conversation, I asked him what it was. “Biohazard.” He replied. “Oh yeah? That seems like a strange choice.” He looked at me with those piercing blue eyes again. I felt a little tingle in my stomach life butterflies. What the hell? I cursed myself…. what am I, some sort of 12 year old girl? “Do you know what it means?” he asked. I shook my head. “It means I’m HIV positive.” It was such an odd thing to tell a stranger, and he said it so nonchalantly, that it took me a second to understand what he had said. “Oh. Man. I’m so sorry.” I blurted. “Why?” He had a strange sort of half smile. I squirmed. “That you are sick.” “Nothing to be sorry about. I've been positive a long time. But don’t worry. I won’t bite.” I didn’t know what to say so just sat there, looking out the window, trying not to steal glances at him. I’m sure I heard him chuckle but he didn’t push the conversation. It was very dark by the time we reached the motel. “Tell Ken that Wes sent you and that I said not to run up the rate on you,” he said as I climbed down from the truck. He looked at me and I felt him measuring me up again somehow. Damn… I swear my stomach fluttered again. Partly in fear of him, partly for… something else. “You look like you need a drink. Just to calm your nerves. Ken has a little bar in the motel. You should drop in there once you are settled in.” I gave him my friendliest smile and thanked him again. Then he drove the truck, pulling my poor little car, into the night. The motel was something from the 40’s or 50’s and looked like the motor lodge that time forgot. Couldn’t be much business that came along this route and it showed. Even in the dark I could see the paint was peeling and chipping away in places. A broken window had been covered over with plywood. Yep, I decided, I had somehow gotten stranded in a horror movie. There was even an old neon sign with most of the letters burnt out. I was somewhat surprised when I walked into the reception area that it didn’t look so bad inside. Tacky and dated? Yes. But clean. Not run down like the outside. It was brightly lit with florescent lights and that would probably make you go blind if you sat there too long. A chime sounded as i opened the door. The guy behind the counter was a bit heavyset… no fat, just with a little bit of a belly… and he gave me a big smile as I came in. He must have been ecstatic to have a customer. I quickly learned that this was Ken. He was as friendly as Wes (the mechanic) had been quiet and intimidating. He chatted amiably while he checked me in. He and Wes had gone to school together and they were still good friends. I half listened, somewhat relieved to be around someone who seemed so… normal, I guess. His blond hair was cut short and neatly combed. He reminded me a bit of one of my professors at the junior college. A few minutes later, I was sitting in my motel room. Like the lobby, the room was clean but dated. The bed was a bit lumpy but not completely uncomfortable. Not someplace I would have chosen to stay. but I was glad to have it in the circumstances. I sent a text to my parents telling them I had 'decided' to stop for the night so I didn’t get too tired while driving. I didn’t mention the car troubles. My mom would just worry and my Dad would insist on driving down to help. I tried the TV…. they had a total of 7 or 8 channels but, not surprisingly, there was nothing worth watching. As I wasn’t ready to sleep yet, and found images of Wes kept popping into my head, I made my way down to the bar - just to have something to do. Being 21 has it’s advantages.

Part 3: Wes knelt behind me, unbuckled my belt and slipped my pants down. His hands gripped my ass and I jumped. His hands were rough and callous. His grip on my cheeks was firm. I guess that’s what what one would expect from someone like a mechanic, but I had never expected to be in this position. In a hotel room, in a strange town, naked, with a stranger manhandling my ass. His hands split my ass cheeks like a melon. I could feel his warm breath on my sphincter. He held still for a minute, not moving, just his warm breath on the ring of my ass. I shivered and again felt butterflies in my stomach. My ass tightened impulsively, which earned me a hard slap on my ass. I almost jumped to me feet, but Wes' tight grip held me in place as he ordered me to relax. Then I felt his scratchy stubble like sandpaper on the tender skin of my ass crack. Then something wet and spongy was touching me down there, encircling my ring, playfully flicking it. Oh fuck! He was licking my ass! It was so nasty but I uncontrollably grunted in pleasure, as shivers ran up and down my spine. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Wes' tongue circled faster now, teasing, licking, and tasting my hole, pushing into the centre, testing it’s resistance. I involuntarily tightened again, which earned me another slap, so, as best I could, I willed my ass to relax. Which was, to be sure, hard to do given the sensations Wes was sending up my spine and down my legs. The motions of Wes’ tongue sent vibrations throughout my entire body, and I gripped the bedspread tightly as if I could, even as I struggled to relax my hole. Then my tight puckered ass finally relaxed and I felt the tip of his tongue push through. Just inside me. I wanted more. No. I needed it. I needed his tongue deeper. As my rock hard dick rubbed against the hotel blanket I tried to push my ass back but Wes was in charge, and tightly held me still. Yeah, Wes was in control. This would go at his pace. I had no choice but surrender to his expertise. I wanted to cry in frustration, but then he clearly knew what he was doing. A thought bubbled to my mind. Unwanted. Something from a Sex Ed class or something years ago. “Are you… are you… “ I struggled to form words even as he was making me feel so good. “Are you on medication?” He pulled back just long enough to answer “No,” as his tongue entered me again, finally pushing a little deeper before pulling back, when he added "I've never taken them and have a high viral load. My CD4’s are low.” Again his tongue entered in my hole. It was so hard to think. Then Wes remarked “Doc gave me an AIDS diagnosis a couple years ago.” His fingers slipped further into my crack, pulling at the edges of my pucker so his tongue could push in deeper still. A trickle of sweat ran down my back. He asked “Want me to stop?” Some part of me knew he was playing me, working me up so he could have his way. I didn’t care. “Oh god, no! Please don’t stop.” I heard him chuckle as he slipped a finger in my hole. My back door gripped him tightly but he was in at least to the joint. His finger slipping in and out. Pushing deeper. His tongue licking around the outside. Then Wes' finger touched something inside of me. I’m sure I saw stars. I thought he had aroused me before but this was a whole new level. I could feel pre-cum dripping from my throbbing hard-on. I could hear myself moaning. Both were distant though. Whatever that lump was inside of me that he was touching made me not care about anything else. “Fuck! You are tight,” he remarked, paused, and then added, "But we’ll fix that.” I felt an additional finger pushing into my ass, so m y sphincter was stretched around two of his rough fingers. A sharp flash of pain made me jump again. Again, another slap, but I glanced behind to see he was again wearing that cruel smile of his, as he commented “Guess I was lying in the truck earlier when I told you I wouldn’t bite.” He allowed me a little more motion now and I felt myself pushing back into his probing digits. My moans grew louder. Echoing off the walls. He pulled his fingers out and his tongue dove back inside me. Then I heard a knock on the door. Startled, I jumped, and received another slap on my butt cheek. Wes, on the other hand, was clearly not surprised. His tongue did not stop working my hole as he reached back and opened the door. “Shit! He’s a noisy fuck isn’t he?” a voice said. I saw it was Ken. He might have been smiling but his smile seemed to be somehow cruel, sort of like that which Wes presented. Ken slipped off his tie and threw it in the corner of the room and unbuttoned the top couple buttons on his shirt, his eyes glued tightly on my ass and on Wes’ tongue as it drilled into my hole. “Don’t know how you do it, Wes, it's like you can smell a ripe peach ready to be picked,” Ken laughed at his own joke, but not surprisingly Wes didn’t reply. He was too busy working me into a frenzy. Ken sat down on the chair in the corner and intently watched. Wes slipped two fingers back inside, now all the way to the knuckle. Again, I felt the stretching sensation as a third finger forced its way inside alongside the two that were already there. His other hand alternately rubbing my butt cheeks and grabbling my hips to pull me back onto his finger fuck. Click. I glanced over to see Ken had a smartphone in his hand, taking pictures. Click. Click. As his other hand rubbed the sizeable bulge in his trousers. The three fingers in my rectum were stretching apart like an expanding triangle. Prying my cheeks apart, opening me further. Wes’ tongue pushed further in between his fingers, and was able to reach deeper than he had reached earlier. My ass surrounding to lust, opening for him. Then Wes stood but he kept his fingers in my hole. Stretching me. Thrusting in and out. His pants were still open. His dick still sticking out of his fly. Even harder now than when he was in my mouth. “You ready, boy?” I swallowed my fear. Before today I had considered myself straight as an arrow. Now I was bent over a bed, three fingers in my ass, a hard cock ready to enter me, and more turned on than I had ever been. “Yes.” My thread was dry and my voice raspy. Wes pulled his fingers back but did not fully remove them. “Are you sure?” “Yes!” “Yes what?” as he pushed three fingers knuckle-deep. “Please…, please fuck me!” “You want dick inside you?” “Yes… I want it.” “You want this toxic cock to fuck you? You want my AIDS infected dick in your hole?” “Yes!” He started pulling his fingers out again. “Beg,” he ordered. And in his voice was the hint of a threat. A threat that he would stop. “Beg for my cock. Convince me that you really want it or I will walk out right now.” “Please don’t go!” My voice was cracking. I thought I might cry. I sounded so pathetic. Ken was still holding the phone but not clicking any more. He was taking a video. My de-flowering was to be a communal event. “Please…” I was shaking but I couldn’t stop the words. “Please fuck me. I need it… I want you inside me. I want your… your… toxic dick in me.” “You want me to bust your cherry wide open? To make you the dirty bitch you were born to be?” His fingers thrust in and out of my ass again. “To turn this into a pussy?” “Yes! Oh god yes! Please take my cherry ass.” “I won’t pull out. You will get my dirty seed deep inside you. My AIDS infected cum. “ “Yes! Please. I want to feel your cock inside me. I want your cum. Your dirty, toxic cum.” His fingers pulled out. One hand gripped my left hip as his other hand held the shaft of his dick which he lining-up with my hole. Then, guiding his cock forward, he snarled “Ok, faggot, you've asked for it.” His dick felt different than his fingers or his tongue. Like a lead pipe wrapped in foam padding. It was bigger. I cried out. Despite Wes’ preparations, it hurt like hell. He didn’t stop, though. He simply pushed forward. My sphincter tightened. Another hard slap on my ass. “Goddam it! Relax!” he hissed behind me. I tried to obey. My ass resisted, still tensing. Wes’ hips were insistent, pushing forward and forcing his way inside. I screamed and tears ran down my eyes. My cock hung limply now. “Come on, boy. You can take it…. you are half-way there.” Wes gripped my left hip with one hand, pulling my ass further up into position, while his other hand pushed my head down flat to the bed. He was raising my ass to meet his cock. Wes was merciless. Flashes of pain seared me on each thrust. But along with that pain was a pleasure unlike anything I had ever felt before. Each thrust inside felt like he was splitting me in half. But it also rubbed that lump in my ass, making me tremble with pleasure. Each time he pulled back I whimpered, feeling empty and waiting eagerly for the next thrust. Ken was nearby. Alternately snapping pictures and shooting videos, as he also managed to rub his own cock. I could see a ring of pre-cum seeping through his trousers. Wes pushed forward again, slipping slightly deeper. “Fuck yeah!. Cornhole that boy!” Ken cheered, aiming the phone to get a clear video of the cock in my ass. “You are really tearing that hole up!” He panned the phone up my body until he the video showed my face, red and covered in sweat and tears, the shape of Wes’s gaunt body humping my ass clearly visible over my shoulder. “You should see his face.” Ken laughed. “Little bitch is crying like a baby.” “Don’t care about his face.” Wes replied. Wes pulled his cock out slightly then slammed it back in, suddenly forcing his hard rod deeper into me. Again my mouth opened to scream but I no sound came. “Almost there….” Wes grunted. “Please…. please. Don’t stop. Give it to me all the way inside.” Again he thrust. Hard. Insistent. Deeper. Again. Again. I could feel him getting further inside me with each thrust. Then I felt it. First an itching sensation. His pubic hair touched the inside of my butt crack… the skin already tender from the stubble on his face. Then something touching just below my hole. He was balls deep in my ass and I could feel his sack resting against me as he came to a stop. “There you go, boy. All the way in.” He held his dick there for a moment. “Fuck!” Ken said, getting a close up shot of my stuffed ass. “That cherry has been fucked to hell.” Wes gripped my hips tightly. “So, boy, do you like it?” “Oh god, yes. It hurts but it feels so good. I feel so full…” I babbled on for a minute until he suddenly pulled back until just the head of his dick was inside me. My babbling stopped. “Good. Now the fuck can really begin.” He thrust forward suddenly, burying himself back in my hole, his balls slapping my ass. He pulled back again. Then thrust his six inch dagger all the way in. Again. Again. Again. Each time picking up speed. It still hurt. Each time. But the pain was less now. The pleasure was more. My dick was hard again. I lifted my ass back to meet his thrust. I was panting like a dog. Thrust. Again. Harder. I could feel sweat dripping off of him. Dripping onto me. Mingling with my own. Running down my back. Sliding down and dripping off my ass. Ken was still clicking pictures, shooting video. My ass, dick, my face. I didn’t care. “Getting close…” Wes moaned. “Beg me for me seed. Beg me to POZ your ass!” “Yeah!” I managed to say. “Do it. Cum in me… give me your disease!” “Say it!” His hands were gripping my hips like a vice. “POZ my hole. Please! POZ my hole!” We fucked like animals. Grunting, moaning, panting, the slap of Wes’ balls against my ass as he slammed inside me. Then the slapping faded, and a part of my brain knew Wes' were are drawing up, that he was about to deliver his toxic seed in my ass. His dick kept expanding, swelling in my hole. But I was lost in the moment. No words now. Just grunts. Another deep grunt behind me.…. then “Fffffuuuuuuccccckkkkk!!!!” He froze balls-deep inside me, - and came! Pulsing. Again and again. Warm goo blowing deep inside my ass, filling me, even as his cum surrounded his dick. Wes held his dick there, deep inside my ass, until his breathing settled. He slid his cock about with small thrusts a few times, but not once pulling out. "Just wanna make sure I work that load really deep,” he explained. His hands pushed forward on my hips, still not pulling out of my ass, but instead pushing me off his cock. I felt him leaving me and tried to tighten my ass, but I couldn't grip him, so finally he exited my ass - with a slight pop. I lay forward on the bed. Still breathing heavily. My dick was still hard but my own cum load is sticky beneath me on the bed. I had shot my load and not even noticed. I felt something warm and sticky slide out from inside me and roll down my balls. Wes’ cum. Wes’ AIDS cum. My lust abated, if not satisfied, and I was suddenly afraid. What had I done? I tried to get up but Wes had a hand on my ass and his finger kept encircling my hole. His rough hand still felt good and I found myself content to enjoy the attention. Then he presented his finger to my mouth, and I could see his finger was covered with the cum leaking from my hole. My lips parted without being asked and his finger slid into my mouth. I sucked on the finger, tasting his cum. It was salty but sweet. And there was something else: the taste of my own ass. My cock throbbed underneath me as I lay there, content to nurse his finger. Then Ken broke the mood, saying to Ken “Your turn, sloppy seconds… just the way you like it.”

Jason I'm so livid I can barely control myself. The only thing keeping me from hunting down that guy and Quinn's mother is Quinn's need of me right now. How anyone could do that, how anyone could allow and consent to that being done to their own child is beyond me. I pour Quinn into the passenger seat, toss his pack into back so I can belt him in and rush around to get in the drivers side. Starting the engine I floor it and the car takes off like a bat out of hell. I'm racing through the mobile park my only thought is to get Quinn home and safe. Just as we are leaving the park to turn on the main road I see Quinn's mother and sure enough she spots us as well. She starts to walk towards my car, but stops after looking at my eyes, instead she just smiles and waves. Fucking bitch I think to myself and pull onto the main road gunning the engine to get Quinn home. He's shaking uncontrollably and he's got the sup-subs and can't seem to stop. I'm really starting to get worried. Ten minutes later I'm pulling into the driveway and he's not any better in fact he's worse. His face is all red and he now has the hiccups. I bail out of the drives seat, run around my car, practically tearing the door off getting it open, unbuckle Quinn and quickly grab him and run to the house. I'm trying to juggle Quinn and get my house keys, finally I just stand him on his feet, keeping my arm around him and get the house key and get us in. My poor Quinn is about to shake himself apart and is all glassy eye'd like he's in shock. I pick him up again and run for the bathroom. Dumping him in the shower I shock him with a blast of cold water. He jerks around and finally seems to come to, so I immediately turn the hot water on and bring the temperature back up, and get in with him and hold him tight against my chest. He's still shaking but not as bad and his hiccups and tears have stopped. I just hold him for a few more but he seem so despondent. I'm trying to think, trying to come up with a plan to break though, and suddenly I know what to do. I turn us so that his back his facing the shower spray and I reach over for the shampoo. Getting a generous amount I start to wash and massage Quinn's hair, running my fingers through is hair, gently messaging his scalp. Then I wrap an arm around his waist and with my other hand I gently tilt him back so that his head is in the water. He blinks as a few drops splash his face, and his eyes seem to focus a bit more and he looks at me. I smile down and him and then lean forward and devour his lips. I breath a deep sigh of relief when I feel Quinn's arms reach up and cross over my neck and he begins to kiss me back. "Hey baby, welcome back I missed you. Next time you go on a vacation take me with you okay?" Quinn starts crying again but its a more relaxed sound and without the shaking, its more like he's just letting something go. "Okay" he nods his head. I turn Quinn back around and set him on the bench, turning around I switch the nob around to bath, hit the lever to stop up the drain then turn back around . I remove my sneakers and then quickly shuck the rest of my clothing tossing them in the sink. Then I kneel down and start to undress Quinn. I gently remove his shoes, then his shirt and set them on the rug, now comes the hard part I'm afraid that removing his sweat bottoms might set him off after what just happened. I look up at his face and he's still with me. "Hey baby I don't want to upset you but you look really funny in my shower with your cloths on, mind if I take these off and I gently tug on the legs of his pants. He looks down and me and a very small grin crosses his face. "Well I guess almost removing a man's balls with a knife would make you bad so ya I think you've meet the requirements to do that." I stretch my arms forward, wrap them around his waist and pull him from the bench to my lap, the sweatpants completely forgotten. "Love I'd do anything for you. You know that right?" "Yeah I kind of figured that out today." I kiss him tenderly and deeply then patting his butt I motion for him to stand. "Ugh that's hard on the legs" I say as I unfold them out from under me and then squat on my heals. I grab the sweats by the waist band and pull them down revealing Quinn's gorgeous butt in pair of my backless underwear. "OH NICESS" I can't help but say and set the pants on the bench. "Hmm you like" "OH very much so" I turn him around to get a better view and notice some red streaks in the crease of his ass. I have to take a deep breath to keep my temper. "You okay" He's looking down over his shoulder at me. "OH yeah just loving the view" I don't want to bring back the memory of the event so try to cover up my reaction. "I think I'll enjoy these a lot more later though I'm a little wiped out at the moment. Hey baby hand me the body wash okay." Quinn reaches behind him and over my head to hand me to soap. I pour some into my hand, reach around Quinn and put the bottle on the bench. Rubbing my hands together I start at his ankles and slowly slide/wash my way up his legs. When I get to his butt I start at his hips and just run my hands down his cheeks being careful not to get to far into his crack. I want to get rid of the blood without him seeing and I don't want to hurt him anymore by scraping sensitive tissue. So I just start a washing circles on both checks and letting my thumbs gently wash away the traces of blood. The water level is getting pretty high now so I reach around and turn it off. "Okay hon let me turn around and you just slide down and relax against me and I can get the rest of you that way." "I still have underwear on" "Leave em you look hot" "I can wash myself." "Yeah I know but I need to do this right now and I think you need it as well." "Okay, yeah I think your right." He steps around me and I re-position myself. Quinn sits down in the water which causes him to hiss and his eyes widen when it touches his hole. I put my arms around his chest and pull him against me tucking my chin in the space between his head and shoulder. "Its okay love it will stop in just a sec" I then distract him by nibbling on his earlobe. Soon he starts relax against me and I lean back against the raised bench of the tub. My head bumps the body wash and knocks it into the water. I grab the floating bottle, open the top and pour a little onto Quinn's chest. "Hey that's cold you know" "OH, I don't think you'll get frostbit from it" I chuckle. I snap the lid shut and then start to rub my hands though the soap and all across his chest. I let my fingers circle around his small nipples and just gently brush over the top of them. Quinn tilts his head back and looks at me. "Can I have a kiss?" he says smiling at me. "You sir, can have anything you want." "Anything" he says rather seriously "Anything" babe "Okay but for now I just want a kiss." I slide a bit to one side and tuck him into my arm and he tilts his head and we kiss. Its soft, tender and very full of need. Not just his need to know that someone loves him but my need to know that he's still mine and he's going to be alright. As we kiss I hug him to me. Finally I break our lip lock and kiss his check then his ear, down to his neck and shoulder. Quinn moans softly and leans into each kiss. I notice that he's starting to get aroused by the growing bulge in the underwear, Lord knows I am, but I also know this isn't the time. Not yet to soon and he's hurt. "Okay baby, why don't you just relax in here for a bit more, I'm going to shove all these wet cloths into the wash and call for Chinese and have them deliver lunch and dinner cause I'm not feeling like cooking at all today." Quinn sits up so I can slide out. I step out and then reach in for the pants on the bench and the cloths on the rug. I can't help myself and I wring them out over his head. "HEY!" he sputters as water splashes into his mouth, then starts splashing water at me. "No no no, water has to stay in the shower" and I dance back out of the way. "You cheat!" "Yep damn right I do." I grin and walk back over to Quinn. I lean in and kiss him on the head, he flicks some water at me <like I didn't see that coming>, so of course I lean over and hit a button on the bench. The jets on the side of the tub shoot out a blast of cold water before warming up and of course the turbulence of the water splashes water all over Quinn's face. I quickly grab the cloths in the sink and move for the door calling back "I told you I cheat!" I hear some inarticulate words coming from the bathroom and figure I probably don't want to know what they are and grin to myself. I reach the laundry closet and remember that Quinn's cloths are in the dryer. Was it really just last night that he showed up at my door? Damn it seems like its been forever so much has happened. Quinn "Lousy stinking cheater!" I yell at my retreating lover. Lover, wow, this awesome man is my lover. Not sure how all this happened but we went from friends straight to lovers and skipped the whole boyfriend thing. And you know what? That's just fine with me. I'm happy with him and at this point I'm pretty positive he's happy with me. The look on his face as he held that knife to John's nuts should scare the hell out of me but it actually makes me grin and just a little turned on. Okay more then a little. Its arousing to have someone that loves you so much that he'd do that to someone. "Mental note to self. Do NOT make Jason really mad" I think to myself but I'm not really afraid as I know he would never hurt me no matter what. But Heaven help anyone else that does. I lean into one of the jets and let it beat against my back, it feels so good and I just want to lay here in the tub forever. I take the underwear off and wad them up and tuck them behind my head to use as a pillow and close my eyes. I must have dozed off cause I feel Jason lips against my eyelids first one then the other then my forehead. "Hey they say some guys get sexy as they get older but if you prune up much more I'm gonna have to trade you in" "OH well at least my wrinkles are from sitting in the water to long what's your excuse OLD MAN," Jason clutches both hands over his heart and staggers back. "OUCH that hurts." "Well they say you hurt the ones you love." I snicker. "I'll remember that" Jason retorts "Yeah sure you got old timers you'll forget as soon as you close your eyes" "Evil child" "You taught me well" "Ok Ok I give" and Jason is laughing while holding his hands up in surrender. "Food's here. I should have asked if you like Chinese, hope you do, and I ordered a bunch of different stuff since I wasn't sure what you'd like." "I love Chinese and I like it all so we're good." "Excellent then get your tired wrinkled ass out of the tub and come eat" and then he runs down the hall. "YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO HAVE THE LAST WORD DON'T YOU! "YES!" "Bitch" "Thank you for the compliment" "I'm never going to win this one" "About time you figure that out" "Okay Okay I give" I laugh "Good thing I got plenty more" I just shake my head and giggle getting out of the tub. I'm look in the mirror and see that I've got one hell of a black eye that covers half of the right side of my face. I had better check to see how bad I've been torn up. Mom's set me up with some rough men but nothing like this. No I think to myself that bitch is not my mother, Dina, as set me up with some real assholes but this guy was the worst. I slide my finger carefully between my check and press against my ass. Its sore and tender but I've had worse. I glance at my finger and notice there's just a smidgen of blood but nothing to be worried about. Well at least he was clean so I don't have to worry about anything. OH and it hits me again that I'm probably already infected. I still have time if I want to go see a Dr. and I know Jason would still want me either way. So I could have it all without the hiv. But then I wouldn't have Jason's DNA in me. I know its silly but the thought of him always being a part of me, being inside me is reassuring. Suddenly I'm sure what I want and the thought is already making me hard. I walk back to the tub and grab the underwear and slip them back on. Being wet they cling and mold around my body clearing showing my arousal. But cock is working its way up to full mast. I head down the hall to the front room and Jason is sitting on the couch near the tv, opposite the one he folded out for me last night. He's in running shorts and wife beater and looks hot as hell, with an open box of Chinese in one hand, chop sticks in the other. hmm how convenient I think Jason looks up and see's that I'm wearing the underwear again and can clearly see my cock trying to burst through. I'm still not fully hard but the tip of my cock is just under the waistband. Jason's eyes get huge as his mouth falls open after a convulsive swallow. "Ahh hon shouldn't we wait a bit?" I walk over to him and take the food and sticks out of his hands. Then I turn my whole body around, bending at the waist so my butt is right in his face and put the food on the table top. I can feel Jasons breath on my ass as he exhales and I lean back a little more. Jason's hands roam up my leg, to my ass and spreads them. He blows on my injured ass and it stings a little but I expect it to hurt more in a bit. "Baby your still hurt, there's still some blood. Honey we should wait." "No this is the best time." At first he looks confused, then I can see on his face he understands what I mean. "Baby, you know there is still time for you to get medication. You have about 72 hours we can take you now or even in the morning." "Jason, you said you'd so anything for me right?" "Yes love but.." "But nothing. I've made up my mind. I want you to be in me forever. I need you to always be with me, I really need for you to breed me and make me yours." Jason is panting I can see his need warring with what he thinks is right. I lean back and push my ass right into his face. He groans loudly and his tongue starts circling my hole. Hands grab my cheeks and pull them apart to give the invading tongue better access. The tip of his tongue shoot right into my ass, probing me, opening me up. He darts, and flutters and seems to be touching everything around my hole and deep inside me as well. The sensation is unreal. I've heard about rimming but I only had one guy do it and only long enough to get me wet enough for him to push in. No one's ever done it with this much excitement or finesse. I have to steady myself by placing my hands on the table in front of me. "OH FUCK!" I'm practically screaming. "Hmm later" Now Jason stands up, turns me around and kisses me. He reaches around and grabs my ass and picks me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waste. Holding me up with one hand he reaches down and slides his cock out the top of his shorts and taps the tip of it over my ass. I can feel his toxic precum oozing over my torn tissues. His arm is starting to shake so he lets go of his cock and again grabs my cheeks, but now the head is tight up against my opening and he's got precum leaking like a facet all over it. He starts to carry me this way towards the bedroom, and with ever step his cock is pulsing against me and making me more slick. Gasping into his mouth "hon there's a bed right there" "Hhm hmph and there's one right over here" and he take another step down the hall and pushing the head of his dick into my ass and dripping more venom into me. We get to the laundry closet and he sets me on top of the washer. OMG! He just leans me back and just stands there with his cock head inside me while the washer churns me around it. The sensation is unreal. Neither of us is moving, yet both of us are panting like we running for our lives. Jason pulls his dick out and rests the tip against my quivering ass. As the washer churns his cock rotates around my opening almost going in but not quit driving me up the fucking wall. I feel a wetness dripping down the crack of my ass and I reach around with my hand and scoop some up with my fingers. Its really slick and I lick it and its his precum but it seems like there's a ton of it. I literally can feel it running down my crack. Jason start to push a bit more in and soon he has it up to the crown and amazingly there is very little pain. This man has super lube is all I can say. He leans forward more and I feel another inch of cock slide in and its getting a bit more painful as he gets pretty thick fast, but then I forget about it as he brings his face to mine and kisses me. The washer clicks and it stops which is just as well since I'm about ready to scream my head off. Jason holds still and we both seem to need to catch our breath which is pretty amazing since we really haven't done anything and there's still 6 more inches to go. "Wow always wanted to try that" he says. "You've never done that before? How did you know?" "We'll I've heard stories and thought it could be fun but have never really had anyone to try that with." I wrap my arm back around his neck as the washer starts to drain. "Can I ask you something?" "Of course" "How many guys have you been with?" "6" "6?! That's it!?!" "Yeah hon the last guy I was with was the one that infected me and I didn't want to do that to anyone else." I'm hit with a couple of realizations all at once. 1 I've slept with a hell of a lot more men the he has, 2 He's so afraid of infecting someone that he's been celibate till me and 3 I will be the only one with his dna. Before I can over analyze the washer clicks again and Jason leans forward and whispers "You ready?" "For?" I know he's not ready to cum yet so I confused as to what he means. Then the washer hits spin cycle. Its starts to rock and jump causing his cock to slide, twist and turn in my ass. "OH FUCK OH FUCK" I'm screaming as his cock is hitting every spot possible in my ass. I can feel Jason sliding deeper into me and its like his cock has to kiss and slime every part of my tunnel as it works its way deeper 1 inch then 2 inches more. Spreading his precum, his seed and his virus into every pore of my ass. I've never felt anything like this, never even dreamed that having a man inside me could feel this great. My cock has long since escaped its confinement and is leaving a trail of its own across our stomachs. As the washer moves us around my cock is sliding all around, my foreskin rubbing back and forth across my glands. I can't stand the stimulation any longer. "Oh My GOD I'm CUMING!" and just as my cock spurts its first shot onto our stomachs Jason lunges and shoves the last 4 inches in all at once. Rushing right though my second opening. The pain is intense and I can feel my ass tearing open inside and out but it all just seems to meld into my orgasm and the pain and the pleasure all become one. Jason is swiveling his hips and rotating his cock inside me working me through my orgasm, working his cock and precum all through me. "Sorry love but we needed to tear you up a bit more to make sure you take. If I didn't knock you up before you will be by the end of tonight." My cock jerks at what he's saying and even though I've just shot I'm more then ready for more. "Promise" I gasp as the washer make a rather sudden jump. "Oh yeah" and he jerks his cock inside me and I know he's poring more of his toxic lube in my ass. Then he starts to long dick me. He pulls so far back that I can feel him lubing up the outside of my hole then he slowly slides the full length steadily till his pubic hairs are pushed up against my ass. I trust up to get as much as I can into me. He pulls back again and I hear myself whimper at the loss. I'm becoming completely focused on Jason thick cock sliding in and out of me. I don't ever want it to end then Jason picks me up again and starts to walk us into the bedroom with his cock buried deep in me. Each step causes me to see stars between the pain of him having shoved so hard through my second opening. I know he's torn me up there. "Ok can't get the angle I want so we'll finish this up in here" and with that he flops us both onto the bed which cause him to first slide almost completely out then when he lands on top of me punches right though into my deepest parts as he pins my body to the bed with his cock. "OH fuck" the pain on that one has bought tears to my eyes and I automatically try to scoot up and away from him. "I know baby it hurts and there will be some more pain but I'm going to make this more pleasure then pain. But we got a job to do" and then he angle himself up slightly and slides his dick back and right across my prostate. My cock jumps and out shoots some precum from my dick. "Hmm yes now that's the angle I wanted. Baby do you know how hot it is to see you shoot like that when I do this?" and he shoves back in at that same angle and hits my sweet spot like a battering ram. My cock shoots out even my precum and I'm shaking my head from side to side. Jason pulls back so that he's resting right on my prostate and starts his short quick jabs that he know's drives me insane. "Oh Fuck Oh god" I grab his ass trying to pull him in deeper but he has complete control and wont move any more then his short jabs. I change tactics and grab his shoulders and try to leverage my ass up but he's figure out what I'm trying to do and has his hands grabbing my hips and holding me right where he wants me. "What's wrong baby need more." "OH my gawd yes more please Jason give me more!" "Okay hon" And then he does..but not much more. Now instead of just "tapping" my prostate its feels like he's only rubbing the head of his dick over it. Its more but not enough. "OH fuck Jason your fucking killing me FUCK ME!" "I will hon" I'm experiencing the most intense torture I could ever imagine. He's keeping me on the verge of not enough and to much. Hitting my sweet spot is sending jolts like electricity all through my body yet he's not moving enough to push me over the top. I can't hold still and I'm squirming all over the bed alternating between trying to get away and trying to impale myself further. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. Trying to distract myself I notice he still has his wife beater on. Gravity makes it gap in front and I can barely make out his tattoo. The bio-hazard one. The hiv one. I reach down and pull his shirt up. "Skin I must feel your skin" I gasp out. He stops for a second to help me lift his shirt up and that's when I strike. I dig my heals into his ass and shove his pole all the way inside me at the same time I wrap my hands around his back and pull his chest to me and plant my lips right on his tattoo. IIt only takes a split second for all this to register with Jason and then he lets out a groan and I can feel his huge thick cock spreading its toxic load deep inside me. Jason's hips start to buck and he's pulling all the way out and slamming back in. His cock is making sure to tear me up every way it can and then to coat the wounds with its toxic spit. After about the 3rd thrust my body overloads and I'm shooting my second load and oh my god its 100 times more powerful then the first one. I'm overloaded with sparks, flames my body is fucking encompassed and overflowing with the power of my orgasm. I trusting up to meet Jason and then pulling away and thrusting again. I can't seem to get enough of his cock, and this virus laden seed. My body has to have it. Finally I cant seem to shoot any more and there are spots swimming around my eyes. Finally I just close my eyes and drown in it all.

Quinn I've just had the most intense orgasm ever and feel as if I'm floating. I've never had my cock in anything other then my hand since all the guys with whom my mom made me sleep had with just wanted to fuck me. A couple of them would fondle my cock, but like I said before they'd just do or say anything to appease their conscientious. None of them actually cared if I felt good, they just wanted to unload inside me, but at this moment there was an amazing man sitting on my cock which was shoved all the way inside his ass. I would never have believed that anyone could get that much dick in his ass. For fucks sake. If I lined-up along his stomach it would be past his navel. I looked-up and he was grinning ear to ear, still swiveling his hips and obviously enjoying himself. At that moment I remembered something Jason had done to me that felt awesome, so I decided to give it a try. I pulled down on his hips and make my cock jump inside him. This had the effect I intended: Jason took a sudden intake of breath, his head fell forward, followed by a very loud "Oh Fuck! You're a fast learner young man. Remember that for later." Jason starts to rise up off my dick but I hold onto his hips and lifted my hips with his motion I stayed lodged all the way in, asking "What, can't wait to get away from me now that you've taken my virginity?" "You learn way to fast and you ARE EVIL." With that, Jason leaned forward, planting a deep kiss on my lips. Then before I knew what he had in mind, he pulled off of my dick, which, with a loud thump, smacked against my stomach. "Damn, and you said I was evil!" "Yep. Guess we're two peas in a pod and deserve each other." He grinned down at me and then stood-up, stepping off the bed and offered me his hand. I grabbed his hand and he helped pull me out of bed. Once I was on my feet he pulled me into his embrace and held me. "I'm glad your here. I've been worried about you since I saw those welts on your back. I don't know what I would have done is someone and taken things to far and seriously hurt you," and with that he tightened his arms around me. I felt safe and comfortable. We rocked back and forth for a few seconds, but my ornery streak came out again. "Well, if all we're going to do is stand around, we should of stayed in bed with my dick inside your ass." Jason chuckled and responded, "Yep. You're evil alright. Guess I'll have to keep you around to protect the rest of the world from your wickedness." "Ok, I can live with that." Again I hugged him and Jason returned my hug with the suggestion "Why don't you jump in the shower while I make the bed. I'll join you in just a second." "Sounds good to me." Once in the shower with the water running through my hair everything starts to sink in. I was in love with a man who was HIV+ and who had 13 years on me, and that he had probably infected me or at least started to. I knew I could still get to the clinic and get medicine to stop it. Do I want to? I hollered "Hey Jason, can I use your shampoo?" "Sure." Do I have to get HIV to stay with him? I poured shampoo into my hand and start to lather up. Couldn't we just use protection? And I think about how it felt last night. How he was so patient and how incredible it felt to have him bare inside me. Was that because I loved him or does the condom deaden sensation, or was it both? I rinsed my hair, and again called-out "Can I use your body wash?" Again, "Sure." I wondered if there was a medication I could take so I could stay negative, even if we didn't use condoms. "Where are the wash cloths or can I...." I jumped as Jason opens the shower door, pointing to the loofah. "See that? That's ours." He points to the shampoo "and that? Yeah that's OURS too, as is the conditioner and ever other product in this bathroom." With that, he slapped my ass adding "This, now this, is mine as is this" he announced, wrapping his hand around my dick, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Hmm, well, that works both ways right?" "It certainly does. Both your ass and mine belong to me, as does your dick and my dick." "OH that's just wrong," and we both laughed. I soaped-up as Jason washed his hair. A million thoughts were racing through my mind as I tried to organize them. We danced around the shower stall, alternating between getting wet and rinsing off. Finally I was done and made to step out of the shower, but Jason reached-out and lightly grasps my elbow, and, as I turned to see what he wanted, he leaned forward and kissed me. Then he leaned his forehead against mine, looked me in the eyes saying "Somebody thinks you're special." There was absolutely no doubt in my mind who that somebody was. "You know I think that same somebody thinks you're special too. OH wait. I mean I think your special or somebody ... oh damn, I totally blew that didn't I?" Jason was downright laughing his ass off, saying "Actually, baby that was just perfect. Okay, more immediate, I put your clothes in the dryer but that's going to take some time so I laid out a pair of sweats on the bed for you. The bottoms will be long but the top should be just fine. There's also underwear in the dresser across from the bed. You might want to wear some with the sweats," winking at me, then with a final peck he turned back into the spray to finish his shower. Once in the bedroom I headed for the dresser, where in the first drawer, I found socks so I closed it and went on to the next one, which, as it turned-out, contained more different kinds of underwear than I had ever seen. Looks like someone has a thing for underwear, I thought. I couldn't help but grin as I looked through boxers, jocks, g-strings, and ass-less shorts. Now that looks like it could be fun, I thought to myself. Choosing a pair, I quickly put them on and I was dressed by the time Jason came in from the bathroom. "You find everything ok?" "Yep but took me forever to wade through all the underwear. I swear a couple of them tried to grab me and drag me into the drawer." Jason turns beet red "Yeah I kind of have an underwear thing." "Kind of? That's way more then kind of." "So which ones did you get?" He reached around me began to slide his hands down the back of the sweat pants. "Oh no." I push him back "if your a good boy I'll show you later." "What if I'm bad?" "Then I'll let you touch them." "You know I'm going to be VERY bad?" "Yup. I kind of planned on it when I picked them." Jason raised an eye brow "Oh really??" as he stepped towards me. "Ah ahh aha. NO touchy till later," I admonished, grinning ear to ear. "Fine," Jason replied, turning towards the dresser. "Hold on one sec mister," I said as I reached past him into the drawer with all the underwear, grabbing probably the sexiest jock I had ever seen, suggesting "You get to wear that." "Oh really, picking out my clothing for me now. Soon people will be accusing us of being an old married couple." His words raced through my head. A married couple? All I could do was stand there. "Hey, hey. It's just a saying, okay? I kind of thought that was a good thing." I could clearly hear the hurt in his voice. Looking right into his face I stated "It is love. You just caught me by surprise. I just never expected anyone would want..." It was hard for me to finish, but I spit out the obvious words "...the whore's son." "Love, I very much want you and I'm tired of this self-description as the whore's son. You are now my man and that takes precedence. Even as we speak my DNA is combining with yours. So can we drop that awful phrase, and can you just be content to be my Quinn?" Jason reached for me and this time I let my body fold against his chest. "Yeah, I think I can do that." But as I leaned against him, I couldn't stop thinking about his reference to DNA, and how our DNA was now combining in my body. I wanted to be Jason's and the idea of part of him being inside me was strangely reassuring, but then the question remained, did I really want to be HIV positive, and as a follow-up, couldn't I have everything else but that? Then, aware, perhaps, that I needed time to think, Jason got back to the mundane, saying "Ok, let's go get your stuff, and we can grab some breakfast on the way there. 'kay?" With that we moved apart and I nodded in agreement. Heading out the door, however, Jason grabbed a jacket for each of us, remarking "I checked, your jacket is still soaked, so you might want to wear one of mine." "Thank you." "My pleasure. I plan on taking it off of you later" giving me a broad smile. "Mmmm, well, that depends on just how bad you are," and we gave a chuckle, and left it there. The trip to my house, no, to my mother's trailer, was quiet. Between eating my croissant, chasing thoughts of HIV and DNA, and worrying about dealing with my mother, I was preoccupied. Arriving at the entrance of the trailer park where I had lived most my life, I got my first real look at the grounds, and found myself thinking 'It's pretty amazing how we can live some place and never really see it'. The rusty trailers, some of them missing skirting panels, old cars sitting on blocks in the driveway, automobile parts and toys scattered all around the various yards, weeds being about the only plant that grew strongly, and, truth be told, they were sprouting up everywhere. I wanted to slide under the seat. I was so embarrassed. I never really cared. Never before had I cared about where I lived, or, for that matter, had I really registered where I lived, until I brought Jason to the dump, and not surprisingly I found myself wishing he had never seen the place. Perhaps I should have just made some excuse to come alone but it was too late and he was here. Still I couldn't stand the idea that he would see the unvarnished truth of how I lived. Rounding the corner, we were facing my mom's trailer, and to be honest, it was one of the worst. Panels were missing, rusted or beaten, the steps were broken, cracks in the windows were sealed with tape. The whole mess should have be in a scrap yard. I glanced over at Jason. Revulsion was plainly written on his face. I'm so ashamed and just bowed my head, staring at my feet. "Hey, love, look at me, please." I look up at Jason as he continued "Do you remember when I said I was proud of you, and you asked me how I could be proud of you, but then didn't let me answer?" "Yeah. I remember." "THIS is why I'm proud of you." I was completely confused and I am sure it showed in my face, but Jason continued, and his remarks put everything in perspective. "How many of the kids who grow-up here finish school? How many of the guys your age are healthy and drug free? How many of the girls who grow-up here aren't already pregnant, or have kids, or are selling themselves - and not looking for a way to break out of this place?" With that he stopped the car in the middle of the road and pulled me over to him, saying, with great earnestness, "You've fought to keep going to school, you've kept yourself in great shape, you don't do drugs and you don't go out and sell yourself." "But I do. My mother has guys over for me all the time," I sobbed. "Baby, what your mother does doesn't count. YOU don't sell yourself out, your mother does. What have you been doing when you're not with your mother's 'John''? You've been going to school, doing homework and keeping your body in shape. Right? How many of the other guys you grew up with here do that? Now place, however horrible, is why I'm so proud of you. Got that? You're so much better then this world." His words gave me the strength to realize and accept the truth of his declaration. "Thank you." "Baby, you don't need to thank me for saying what's true." I smiled, saying "Just park right here. I'll run in and get my things. it shouldn't take me long." "You sure? I'll go in with you." "No it's ok. It will be faster if I just run in. With any luck mom will be out of it, and I'll be able to grab my stuff and get out." "Ok, baby. Your call, but if you're too long I'm coming in to get you, and Lord help anyone who gets in my way." "You just want your clothing back." "Nah. Just the underwear." We both giggled. "Okay. Be right back." I took a deep breath, opened the car door and walked to my mom's trailer. I glanced back at Jason, seated in his car, and knew he was worried for me. I waved and headed up the four steps to the sliding door, through which I could see Mom smiling, seated on the couch, her hand on some guy's thigh. I slid open the door and Mom turned to look at me. Her eyes had a glassy look so I knew she was on something. "Well, there you are" she said, asking "Where have you been, honey?" "Around, I'm just going to grab some stuff and I wont be in your way and you can finish visiting." "Oh Honey, John's not here to visit with me. He wants to visit with you." John was a pudgy man, probably around 35 or so, about 5' 10' and around 250 pounds, and even when standing at the door I could tell he smelled. I had never really cared before as it had never before mattered what I thought, but this time I felt like I was going to be sick. 'Fuck it', I thought, and unbidden, the words came out "No, mom I can't." "Of course you can, Honey. John has paid very good money to visit with you." "No mom I can't, I....don't have any condoms." John spoke-up saying "That's ok, young'un. I don't need em. I'm clean." My mother, however, spoke-up: "No. No one does my boy without a condom. But that's ok. I've got plenty in my room. I'll just get you boys a couple and leave you alone to have some fun." But I took the bull by the horns and announced "No mom, I don't need condoms. I got infected last night. I'm not clean." "WHAT!" she screeched "How could you, after everything I've taught you? Well you just take care of John here, and we'll get you right to the clinic and they can give you them pills to stop it." "No mom I'm not visiting with John or any other John any more. I'm leaving and I'm not coming back. I'm only here to get my stuff." And with that I headed off to my room where I grabbed my backpack with my school books, and a duffle bag into which I shoved what little clothing I owned that was decent. In the background I heard the sliding door open and close. 'Good. At least 'John' is gone', I thought. As I rooted through the drawers in my bureau, I heard Mom come to my bedroom door, but I cut her off before she could begin, saying "I'm not going to talk about this, Mom. I'm just leaving." The voice that sounded was not Mom's, it was John "Well, I'm not much for small talk anyway, but you're not going anywhere for a while. You're mom changed her mind and said that I could leave a few marks 'cause you're being such a bad child" and with that the back of his hand, he smashed me across the check. He chuckled as I stood there, utterly stunned, and 'John' continued saying "She did say not to break anything, but you know she's not around and if you fight too much, well let's just say 'accidents happen'." John then grabbed me and yanked me around, punched me in the back of the head and then pushed my head down, forcing me to bend over. Then with his other hand he grabbed my pants and yanked them down. "My what do we have here. Such cute little fuck-me panties. You must have worn them just for me boy. Did your mamma tell you 'Daddy' was coming and to dress up so purty for him?" I heard him unzip his pants. Understanding what he intended, I struggled to extract myself from his grip, but John, who was surprisingly strong for an over-weight man, clobbered me hard above the ear. "No, please don't, don't do this, I plead." "That's right boy just keep begging, love it when they beg. Gonna have you begging for more here in just a sec." I hear him spit and then he's shoving his hard dick side me. I try to tighten up so he can't get in and he slaps my ass hard and shoves my head into the wall. "You let me in first boy then you can squeeze" and with that he viciously shoves his cock into me. "NO, NO, DON'T! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME, YOU BASTARD!" "Oh yeah, boy, I'm going to get off in you. Don't worry about that none," and with another cruel thrust he shoved harder into my ass, again slapping me in the back of my skull. I was dizzy from his last slap and my ears were ringing, so I just stood there, bent over, my head against the wall as he fucked me hard. As he did so, I remember thinking 'How can this be happening to me?' Suddenly John's cock was jerked out of my ass and his weight fell off me. For a second I stood there, trying to get my balance, when I felt the trailer shaking. Looking around, I saw Jason had one hand around John's cock and my mom's cutting knife in his other hand. The cutting blade was resting under John's balls. "You like it rough?" Jason seethed, hissing through his clenched teeth, "well, this knife is a bit too sharp for me to make it rough for you, but I'm ok with that." A small smear of blood trickled across the knife blade, and down 'John's' thigh. "Fuck, no, DON'T! Please! Don't!" "You know, I believe I just heard my LOVER say the same thing to you and how did you respond? I believe you told him to keep on begging." Jason was face is crimson with rage, and he was practically spitting in the other man's face. I notice that the blood was running a bit more quickly, and I could tell Jason was close to killing this piece-of-shit-of-a-man, and I knew I'd loose him if that happened. "Love, please," I gasped, "I need your help, please," I begged him. "Just let him go, and let's get the fuck out of here." Jason looked at me, and then back at John. "If I ever see you again, I'll fuckin' kill you, and if I ever see you near my lover I'll kill you slowly. Do I make myself clear?" The terrified man nodded. "Now get the fuck out of here," and with that Jason shoves the bastard down the hall. I could hear 'John' scrambling to get out the sliding door and then he was gone. In turn, I dropped to the floor, not believing what had transpired, shaking and sobbing. I couldn't control myself. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop the tremors. Then Jason was there. holding me tightly. "Oh my god, love, I'm so sorry I didn't get here sooner. I saw your mother leave and thought she was upset and letting you pack. Fuck! Your own mother left you with him! No never mind that. I never want you to have to come back here. Helping me to my feet, he herded me to the exit. "Wait, I need my backpack." "I will get you new clothing. There is NOTHING in this fucking hell hole you need!" "Jason, I need my backpack." "I'll get you new clothing." "Jason, its my school books I need. My math book." "I'll get you a new math book." "Jason, I need that specific book." "Why?" "'Cause that's the one I had when I met you. That's the first problem you helped me solve. I need that book." Jason stood there staring at me, then clutched me tighter to his chest, sobbing and shaking as much as was I. "Lover, you have no idea how proud I am of you, and how much you mean to me." With that Jason grabbed my back pack and we were gone.

What a wonderful birthday gift!