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With the snow and ice melting more guys are again interested in hooking up. I got messaged by this cute blonde kid on Kik I'd hooked up with before seeing if I wanted to play again. Isaac is pretty good looking, 20, a pale soft doughy body with huge pink nipples and a fat fairly long uncut dick. He's verse and a lot of fun to play with...I just wish he wanted to more often. He admitted he's been seeing another guy but can't get to him to fuck and wanted to see if I was down. Nothing gets me hornier than knowing I can dick and get dicked by another guy's man so I said I was down. We've fucked in my truck before as he can't host either and he was down for it that way if I came to him and picked him up. I didn't think to ask if he was still cool for bare on account of having a BF now but hoped he would be. I tell my mom I need to go grab some things at the grocery and she tells me to drive safe and away I go, taking time to drive safely on the slushy icy roads. I get to his neighborhood and he's already down the street a ways from his house like he said he'd be and he hops in my truck and we slowly drive off. He quickly moves over closer to me and is rubbing on my dick while undoing the front of his jeans and pulling his cock out. It's drizzling precum and I joke not to distract me as I drive. I know a church near his place thats empty on weekdays and where we can park to fuck where no one will bother us. By now Isaac's got my cock out and is stroking it and I joke "so...boyfriend eh?" which gets nervous laughter from him. "Not boyfriend yet but we fuck a lot" before adding "we're not committed or exclusive". Not that I care. I'll fuck with guys who are married, have girlfriends, boyfriends, whatever. I don't mind guys who cheat...that's their problem. If he can't load his BF's hole or can't get bred by his BF then that's why I'm here. We park and Isaac is all too eager to show my pics of his BF and he's a VERY hot blonde guy with a jawline beard, piercing gray eyes, no body hair and a nice thick uncut cock. I can see why Isaac hasn't been messaging me...hell, I wouldn't be messaging anyone if I was getting if from his BF. I joke that I'd love to see the two of them fuck and he laughs saying he never asked about a three way and that his BF is a horn dog and wants it all the time and joked that "you never know". I said if his BF is down for it I would be, but he laughed and said "screw him, lets fuck" and started ripping off his clothes. I'm stripping off my clothes and Isaac is quickly on top of me straddling my dick and lowering his ass on my cock raw with no lube. Clearly having a BF isn't changing him at all and I don't even have to ask if his BF barebacks him or not, I know what a piggy slut he is. I'm certain he takes his BF raw and takes his loads. I'm guessing his BF takes Isaac raw and takes his loads too or I'd be hearing more from Isaac. But none of that matters now as Isaac is eagerly riding my dick, telling me how good it feels in him, and how bad he wants my cum. I have no desire to hold back as I know I can easily pump as many loads in Isaac as I want now, knowing he'll still bareback. He's barely ridden me much and I blast a load in him with a loud groan, taking in the satisfied look on his face and in his eyes as he takes my seed. Saying almost nothing Isaac is off my cock and pushing me flat on the seat, pulling my jeans off and throwing my legs over my shoulders as he spits on his cock and starts forcing it in my ass. There is going to be nothing gentle about this, not that I mind. I want his cock and his seed in me. I secretly wish it was his BF fucking me, calling me a whore for letting guys bareback me and using my ass. I'm so desperate for it I would take his BF no questions and just let him drill me raw. We're making out intensely and Isaac is telling me how hot my ass is and how bad he wants to cum inside me. I'm begging for it, telling him not to pull out. I want his seed bad and am turned on I'm getting it and not his hot BF. I'm sure his hot BF is probably getting dicked by any guy he wants right now, he's that hot. Thats probably why he won't commit to Isaac...he wants to keep getting other loads from other guys. If he were my BF I'd let him and maybe that's what Isaac does. Isaac finally cums inside me and I'm shocked at the intensity of it as it feels like a bomb going off inside me. He laughs at me and said he needed that really badly and keeps stroking inside me saying he has more, admitting he and his BF hadn't fucked since last week and he needed release. That blast felt so good it reminded me of why I enjoy hooking up with him and it erased me thinking of his BF. He pulled out of me and straddled my dick again, lowering his ass on to my cock and telling me how bad he wants me again. His eyes were wild with desire as he rode me saying how bad he wanted my cum and how he'd been thinking of me and wanting to hook up with me so bad. I loved that he was getting fucked regular by his boy and yet still thinking of getting fucked by me and taking my loads. Again he was begging for my load and again I gave him what he wanted as he let out a satisfied groan. He'd been frantically jacking his cock while he rode my dick and once I'd cum he slid off my dick and again slammed his cock back in my ass. I got super verbal telling him how good his dick felt in me and how bad I wanted his cum in my ass. He was into it as well telling me to beg for it and saying how good it felt to fuck my ass and cum in me. We kept the nasty talk up and he let loose another load in me. He collapsed on top of me and we started making out intensely. He laughed and admitted how much he enjoyed getting with me. I told him the same and said he shouldn't be such a stranger and that we should fuck more often. He admitted he wished he could but he's busy with school and his BF but admitted there might be times we could hook up again and asked if I was seeing anyone. I laughed at that and said I wasn't seeing anyone and that wasn't really what I wanted with a guy and said it was cool if we could hook up. He smirked at my comment about not wanting to date and said that's why he didn't consider Jake his BF as he didn't want to commit either. He admitted he liked fucking around with guys but was nervous about doing that especially raw and admitted he wasn't on Prep and had to be careful about who he played with. He started dressing and I knew that our fun was over and it was likely I wouldn't get with Isaac again for a while. I dropped him off near his house and I thanked him for the fun and told him to message me if he wanted it again. He said I would but we'll see what happens.

When topping love pegging a bottom with large dildos. Then fucking them

Below is another bareback pozzing story from the old bugshare site for my bareback blog. This one takes place in a bookstore and involves a frat boy and a daddy. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/04/frat-boy-pozzing.html ............................ I was at one of my favorite bookstores and in the mood to play. It was just after lunch time on a sunny Monday. I wasn't sure what I’d find, but it never hurts to look. The parking lot looked promising, anyway. I went in, leaned against the wall, and lit a cig, checking out who was there. There was a really hot Latino, a dude who reminded me of your typical Frat Boy, and the usual Trolls. I missed an opportunity to join Latino and Frat Boy. They entered a booth together. Damn! I popped in the various booths to see who else was playin’ but didn't find much. I lit another cig. The Latino left Frat Boy’s booth and headed for the exit. Hmmmmm, that was quick! But a couple minutes later he reappeared and knocked on the door. Needed Condoms or Lube or something, I surmised. Things didn't look promising, so I fed in some tokens, watched a Vid, and got myself hard. A couple bucks later, I wandered around to see if anyone new had come in. The black guy with the goatee was back—he’d fucked me a few weeks before. There was also an older black dude who went in the bathroom. He came out spouting one helluva bulge, and stroked it through his pants. I didn't even notice that the booth Frat Boy had occupied was vacant, until he emerged from another booth nearby. He sized me up, then reentered, leaving the door slightly ajar. I wondered if I should take the bait, or see what the black dudes had to offer. What the hell, Frat Boy was sexy—20’s 5'8" 135, shaved head, sweatshirt, olive pants, and combat boots. I entered his booth and locked the door behind me. After feeding some tokens into the Vid, we groped ourselves, each waiting for the other to make the first move. He finally did, and unzipped my jeans. He complimented me on my Cock size, and I felt him up. I got his pants down, then his tight whites, and out popped the perfect Sex Organ—trimmed blond pubes, smooth Balls, and a completely straight Cock, perfect thickness, and hard as a rock. He asked me what I was into. “Pretty much anything.” “You fuck?” “Sure.” "Wanna fuck me, or want me to do you?" “I usually Bottom.” “Condom?” "Prefer not." That turned him on. I sucked his Dick and got It nice and wet. “Drop your pants and bend over. Got any Lube?” I did not. He spotted a used Condom in the corner, picked it up and dumped whoever’s Cum onto his Cock and smeared the rest onto my Hole. Holy Shit! The Dude was a Sex Pig! He slid his meat all the way in and started to fuck me. God, that combination of Cock and Anonymous Jizm felt great! I’m a Super Pig, too! "I’m fucking your Ass bareback , Man. Damn this is hot! My bare Cock pluggin’ your Hole!" "Wanna Cum in me?” "Fuck, yeah!" "Flood my Hole, Man! Shoot in me!" After he’d Cum, I glanced through the Glory Hole, and the Goateed Black Dude was stroking his Rod. Frat Boy asked me if I wanted that Black Dick in me, too. I backed up to the hole. Frat Boy knew what was happening—the expression on my face told him all. He lay down on his back so he could look up and watch the Black Cock plow me. He told me that his Cum was oozing out of my Pussy, and reported, dismayed, that the Black Dude wore a Rubber. Still, Goatee knew how to fuck, and his hips gyrated like crazy. Black Goatee pulled out and Frat Boy got up. His neck and chest were splattered with Spooge that had dribbled out of my Pussy. I stuck my tongue through the Glory Hole. Black Goatee stripped off the Cum-filled Condom and plowed his thick Dick down my gullet. Frat Boy urged me to “Clean up that Shaft.” He wiped his own Cum off his chest, stroked It onto his hardening Tool, fingered my sloppy Hole, and thrust his Rod back up my Ass. Goateed Black Guy zipped up and left. The Older Black Dude entered the booth. He pulled out a stubby fat Cock with massive Balls and flipped both through the hole. Frat Boy pulled outta my Ass and sucked his Black Dick. The Black Dude’s Cock grew in length, but more so in girth. Frat Boy suggested I back up to the hole and see if the Black Guy would fuck me. I did so, and Older Black played with my Mancunt—then nothing. I glanced through in time to see him walk out. Frat boy put one arm around me and worked the digits of one hand up my used sloppy Hole, while he beat off with the other. "I wonder how many guys here are POZ ." I shrugged. He winked and shot his Load. I knelt in time to get most of It down my throat. We cleaned up, and he told me how fuckin’ hot it had been and how he hoped we could do it again. He left, and I leaned back against my favorite wall and smoked. I still hadn’t Cum. This Lumberjack type came in. He headed for one of the end booths, and I entered the adjoining one. It was getting late, and I really needed to get off. I didn't even look through the hole—just dropped my jeans and stroked my Dick. Needing coins for the Vid, I bent down to grab some tokens from my pants pocket. My Ass grazed the hole. Lumberjack thrust his Dick through and pushed against my Ass Crack. I squatted, spread my Cheeks, and guided his Cock into my Pussy. His belt buckle clanked against the partition with each thrust. I started jacking. As I shot, my Ass Muscles contracted tightly about his Pole. He spasmed and shot up my Ass. He beat a hasty retreat to the exit. On my drive home I wondered about Frat Boy, or Pig Boy, or whatever you wanna call him, and his comment to me: "I wonder how many guys here are POZ ." Strange he should mention that. Did either one of us care?

Brad loved Brent. Brad loved sex with Brent. Brad loved that Brent had opened their relationship. He had always been very, very horny. Now that he was HIV positive his libido was over the top and he just wanted to have sex with any and every human with a dick. Watching the video of his gifting and infection sent him into outer space with excitement every time. He couldn't think of anything other than wanting to infect his first negative bottom. The video was outstanding! It turned out Brent had a natural artistic gift, both filming and editing. They had decided to publish the video on their own 'Just for Fans' page and it immediately went viral. The proceeds raised were more than enough to replace Brad's income and cover his tuition for massage school. It was clear Brent also had the superior mind for business. He knew Brad was incredibly impatient to poz a willing negative bottom, and he was excited to watch and film this. However, he saw this opportunity as a video cash cow for their online 'J for F' account. It became the biggest strain on their relationship but he was able to hold Brad off by locking Brad's dick in a chastity cage for the hosting and orgies they held for the next month and a half. Brad loved sex and his pert ass loved all the attention. He kept a quickly growing tally of his load count on his phone. By the time they were ready to film 'the big event' he was well over three hundred creamy deposits in his deviant Christian sperm collector. Many a bottom had seen his pozing video and begged for the removal of the cage but Brent held firmly to his business plan and artistic vision. With this amount of time actively recruiting on Bbrt they had lined up not one but three chasers. Each more than willing to sign releases allowing their potential infection. The three also knew they were competing with each other for Brad's highly toxic load. Brad would have sex with all three chasers at the same time. The sex would not be scripted and all participants would be free to use any technique the moment called for to bring each other to orgasm as quickly as possible. The first of the three to bring Brad over the top would automatically win and get the rest of Brad's toxic loads dumped in his ass. If two of the contestants shot their wads before Brad the remaining contestant would guarantee himself all of Brad's viral cum. To Brent, but more Brad's relief the day of filming arrived and the two B's welcomed three handsome strangers into their home. The first to arrive was Lu. A dark, hairy and sexy Cuban. He sported a beautiful smile that would melt an iceberg. His warm piercing almost black eyes reached into Brad and Brent's hearts inspiring immediate trust. Frank, a pleasant faced average dad bodied car mechanic arrived next. Even with his clothes on you could tell he had a bit of a beer belly. Brad couldn't care less. Arriving late was Hal, an incredibly beautiful gym bunny of a black man. He was six foot three and didn't have an ounce of fat and muscles for days. He clearly knew how to balance his workout routine for maximum development of every muscle from head to toe. This guy had won big time in the gene pool lottery. Introductions, rules review and some short pleasantries out of the way; Brent dropped the checkered flag and started the camera. Lu proved clearly a leader. As the other three began removing their shoes or shirts he grabbed Brad by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom. But he didn't stop at the bed. He led Brad into the master bath, sat down in the tub, fished his seven and a half inch boner out of his black jeans and proceeded to piss on himself. It was now clear why he had warn a crisp white button down shirt. As the warm yellow liquid sprayed over his tummy, chest and finally into his open mouth more of the shirt became transparent revealing his sexy hairy chest and torso in a way that Brad clearly loved. Frank appeared in only boxers and his five inch cock emerged with a spray of piss cascading over and drenching the hair on Lu's head. Lu was quick to motion Frank closer and began to drink directly from the spout. Brad had never experienced piss play yet decided to indulge fully in this experience. Sitting in the tub the two other dicks were soon drenching his remaining clothing, hair and face. He decided 'in for a penny, in for a pound' and was soon gulping down pee from both spigots. Hal had arrived last in all his naked glory. His thick eleven inch cock at full mast. Brad soon had half this monster down his mouth as Lu maneuvered to piss into Brad's ass. Frank plunged mercilessly into Lu's ass and the full fuckfest was on. Everyone was comfortably vers offering and taking top and bottom positions and switching around often. Soon every cock and ass had been paired at least once. When they got around to showering off all the piss Lu was under the shower head with Brad's raw dick up his hairy ass. Frank was pumping Brad, and the caboose of the fuck train had Hal's eleven inches pistoning Frank. When Hal had pounded Frank a dozen thunderous claps Frank cried out, "No, noooo, fuuuuuuccck!" His sperm flooded Brad's ass. As Frank orgasmed Hal pulled out quickly clearly keeping his hands far from his rod and breathing deeply to hold off his own explosion. Lu, ever the opportunist, was quickly vigorously sucking on Hal's tender member. Brad jumped quickly penetrating Hal's beautiful muscular chocolate ass. Hal was pushed over the edge and Lu was rewarded with more cum than his mouth could hold. Even before Brad pulled out Lu was sharing Hal's cum load in a sloppy kiss with his co-conspirator Brad. With a generous portion of cum dripping down his thick black beard and dark eyes a twinkle the Cuban grabbed Brad by his engorged cock and said, "Let's get to that bed so you can fuck and breed me silly. I need every drop of your tainted seed deep in my guts. Convert me, give me my Poz Prize!"

This just happened On a business trip and went to hunt for some escorts, and I ordered an out call escort to my hotel room, He arrived and we get down to business, but however, what wasn't revealed in his pictures were a small little biohazard tattoo near his hip bone. I obviously know what that means, hence I will be prepared not to take his toxic load After 20 mins into the massage, he flipped me to my stomach, and he pour oil onto my back, and he poured quite excessively that some leak to my butt crack, He started to grind his muscled chest on my back, using his dick to tease my back. This goes on for 2 mins, and his dick gradually hardens, and he slid to my ass crack, it felt nice, combined with him licking my ears! and after another few minutes, he accidentally slipped into my ass entrance, just the tip, I felt scared and excited and horny at the same time, and I thought just the tip is acceptable However, I've no idea why, everytime he rubs his chest on my back and his dick manuveuring around my ass crack, I would purposely try to angle it in such a way that his harden thick dick would have more chance to 'accidentally' slip into me. Coupled with my ass rhythm, his dick did managed to slip into my ass more often, i moaned slightly and thats prolly a sign of approval for him. He started to dip his dick deep inside me and massage my back. I started twitching my ass muscle and he let off a soft giggle and start pumping me I have really no idea what I wanted, my horniness overcomed my fear, after 15 mins of pumping, he accelerated his strokes and shot his cum load deep inside me. The massage ended shortly after and I tipped him handsomely and he left. I cant believed I actually tipped a masseur for his poz load

Raw cock head pressuring his vulnerable hole Brad couldn't believe his ears. "Fuck, you sure hon?" "Couldn't be more sure", smiled Brent "So are you really poz?" Brad asked the stranger. "Oh yeah" the casual response. "But you must be undetectable. Right?" "Fuck no! I have a massive viral count. Your hubby invited me to knock you up Brad. Happy Valentine's." "Fuuuuuuccck mee! Are you sure Brent?" Brent responded, "It's what you want babe. I just want to see my hubby happy. Besides, I started PreP three months ago. Go for it buddy!" By this point the thick head had penetrated Brad's stretched outer ring. The gifter knew to allow lots of time for Brad to adjust to his massive member. After a couple minutes of pushing he'd only gotten an inch and a half into Brad. Brad stopped his breeder and motioned for him to sit on the couch. Brad then climbed up and straddled his new fuck buddy looking him straight in the eyes. He proceeded to sit on the massive naked poz pole. His grimace had a sheen of joy as he slowly yet steadily sank down on the stiff rod. He hesitated a split second but painfully pushed on down to break through his second ring. As the pain transitioned to pure pleasure he began bouncing as if riding at the rodeo. His gifter certainly had endurance as they fucked in four or five different positions over the next hour or so. Brent also now naked kept filming accept those times he would stop to suck Brad's cock or eat out the gifters hole. "You guys better be sure about this 'cause your man here is about to get my three day fuckin load flooding his torn up ass. Can't stop me now! Argh! Fuuuuuuccck! Fuuuuuuccck! Fillin you, you fuckin faggot! Only took the one load to infect the other two guys I've knocked up." Brad couldn't feel the cum but counted seven body contractions pulse through his gifter. With the huge naked cock still in Brad Brent managed camera contortions to film himself impaling on Brad's raw cock for the first time ever. Brad was so horned up Brent was barely fully penetrated when Brad's cum spewed into his ass guts. When they were untangled the gifter bent over the couch and received Brent's load deep in his fuck shoot. Two and a half weeks later the gifter was back pumping an insurance load in a very sick and sweaty Brad. As soon as Brad recovered from the fuck flu the high school sweethearts began entertaining a different man every other night of the week and most weekends. Brad registered in massage school, and they practice 'The Art of Bareback Gay Sex.'

Brent and Brad had been together many years. They had been high school sweethearts. Raised in Appalachia in deeply Christian families. Somehow they managed to graduate and get away to college with no one the wiser of their secret. They were roommates and self designed an extra circular course studying 'The Art of Gay Sex. ' They worked out together but were nowhere near gym bunnies or body builders. They were a short cute couple of twinks. After college they moved across the continent to start their careers in Seattle Washington; and, to liberate their sexuality. Their faith upbringing ran deep so they remained monogamous and continued to use condoms. Over the past year they had added gay porn to their sex lives. They were quite taken by surprise to see how much of it was barebacking. In the last three months they had stumbled on pozing porn and found Breeding Zone. They often read each other bed time stories from this site and Brad was particularly drawn to the bug chasing and gift giving fiction. They began to talk often about switching to raw fucking and opening the relationship to play together with other's. However they wanted to wait and start on some special occasion. Brad shared that he was becoming consumed with the idea of getting pozed and the fantasy of pozing willing bottoms. He hated his job and really wanted to become a naked message therapist. They had made a few private videos of their love making and toyed with the idea of creating a 'Just for Fans' account. Brent found this all hot and exciting but didn't share the desire to become poz. As Valentine's day approached Brent was very secretive about the special date he had planned. Brad ordered chocolates and flowers as usual. Brad's favorite meal was delivered by a handsome Uber Eats driver. As the driver was leaving Brent gave him a generous tip and a passionate kiss on the lips. Watching this got Brad so horny he had to reach into his trousers and adjust his growing erection. Brent said, "Great, that's the response I was hoping for." They enjoyed the meal with two bottles of expensive white wine by candle light. They were a bit tipsy when the doorbell rang. Brent made an excuse sending Brad to answer the door. He opened it to see a handsome six foot muscular man in a stylish suit and expensive white shirt half open revealing a carpet of dark hair on his muscular chest. The man at the door asked to be invited in to deliver a singing telegram to Brad. Before singing he removed his suit coat and rolled up his sleeves exposing beautiful hairy well developed arms. Brad moved to Brent's side and they kissed after the romantic little song. Their guest boldly walked over to them and planted kisses on their necks. He then silently motioned for Brad to finish unbuttoning his white shirt. Brad checked with Brent who was beaming. Brad's fingers trembled as he unbuttoned and pulled the shirt tails out. A biohazard tattoo adorned the hair trail leading toward their guests cock. Brad lovingly ran his fingers over the tattoo and the man undid the top of his pants guiding Brad's hand to his growing erection. This was soon peaking out over his 'Skull and Bone' jock strap. As this handsome devil removed the rest of his clothing Brent moved in behind Brad. He embraced Brad and gently started stripping off his clothes. As the muscle stud crouched to take Brad's cock in his mouth Brent said he would be right back. He quickly returned with a video camera trained on his naked lover receiving his first blow job from a stranger. Brad was clearly getting more and more excited, before he could blow his wad the stranger moved him and bent him over the couch. Again the stranger crouched, this time proceeding to eat out Brad's ass. After ten minutes of sloppy hole play the hunk stood, spit on his ten inch thick cock and started to press against Brad's hole. Brad asked Brent for a condom. Brent shook his head and said, "this is our special occasion babe,you don't need one."

We got hit hard by winter storms here in Dallas and its really ruined my ability to hook up as roads are icy and both my parents are at home. I could just about scream I'm so horny and it's hard to come up with an excuse to sneak out of the house to fuck. The local guys I often hook up with can't get out or can't host for a lot of the same reasons, but I did have one guy, Antonio, message me saying we could fuck in his garage if I didn't mind. I was so desperate I was down, plus he's hot straight Latino guy in his mid-20s with a nice long slender cock that gets way deep inside me. I figured I'd go for it and tell my mom I needed to get out of the house and take a walk. She of course fussed at me to make sure I had a hat, gloves, dressed warm, and brought a phone in case I fell, like I was a little kid. I did as she said so I wouldn't draw more questions or attention and headed out to my bud's place. Like a lot of guys my bud still lives with his parents and is at that tough point where he's dating a girl but hasn't married yet and is getting asked a lot of hard questions by his family. I don't want to add to his problems and besides, I love being his outlet. He'll let guys fuck him but not to the point where they cum inside him, he'll make you pull out to cum and suck you off, which is cool. I get that. He doesn't mind getting fucked and seems to like it, but its probably the whole machismo thing where he just can't let a guy cum in his ass. That said there have been "accidents" where I've cum inside him and I'm sure that's happened with other guys too. I walk down the alley towards his garage and I can see him through the partially open door as he waves at me. I step into the garage and he slowly closed the door trying to make as little noise as possible. even though the garage isn't attached to the house he's still nervous as his family is home and he locked the side door and leaned in to kiss me. Its cold in the garage but not as cold as outside and as he kisses me he pins me up against the car parked inside and I can feel his hard cock grinding on me. In my mind I'm trying to remember the last guy to fuck me and it was Friday...several days ago. I'm so horny Antonio could rape me right now and I wouldn't complain. He's clearly ready and turns me to face the car and is pulling down my pants and underpants and bending me over the hood. I can feel his spit hit my ass and I'm kind of freaking out as I haven't been fucked in days and am likely to be tight. I brace myself and try not to yell out or scream as Antonio enters me roughly, but I can't control it and he quickly covers my mouth as he forces more of his cock in me. And its bordering on rape as he forces more in me roughly without enough spit or lube and its painful as fuck. I'm willing to endure it so long as he cums soon and I can feel his precum slowly making it a little easier when he suddenly makes some loud groans and I can feel his cum flooding my ass. He's still thrusting hard and not slowing down and I can hear him whispering that he wants to put another load in me. His dick is moving a lot easier and I'm telling him how good he feels inside me, how bad I need his cum and want it. His dick is so long it hits a spot deep in my ass that sends wave after wave of pleasure through me. He's stroking long and deep, pulling almost all the way out and slamming all the way in, driving deep into me as I rock the car side to side. I'm loving it and its sadly too soon when he blasts another load deep inside me with a satisfied grunt. Pulling out he playfully smacks my ass and says its his turn. I get up off the car and he drops his pants to his ankles and bends over the hood just as I was. I'm thinking Antonio would need some work opening up his ass and I start out fingering his ass as I spit on my fingers and at first he's moaning but before long he's hissing at me to just stick my cock in him already. I spit a few times on his ass as I stroke myself hard and start forcing my cock in his ass. He's softly crying out as I enter him but I don't give a shit as its what he wanted. Part of me wants to fuck him hard and without mercy since he wants my dick so bad. I'm fucking him way rougher than I normally do and he's moaning and crying out softly as I do and slowly the crying shifts to him saying how good my dick feels in him. I love it when Antonio gets all needy for cock and and I'm hoping he's wanting it again. He's let me cum inside him a few times, begging for it like a needy bitch and this seems like this is going to be one of those times. His ass started out really tight so I'm guessing my cock is giving him what he wants and needs and I have no intention of pulling out to cum. This little bitch is going to take my load whether he wants it or not. I stroking hard inside him and clearly he could tell I was getting close to cumming and he told me cum inside him. By now I was precumming like crazy and knew I was going to blast a huge load and soon did just that, letting out a satisfied groan as he softly moaning saying how good it felt. And it must have as I hadn't fucked in days and had a lot of cum built up. I kept stroking in him and asked if he was down to take another and he said he was. I kept stroking inside him as he was moaning with delight, saying how good my cock felt inside him and how bad he wanted my load. He gets like that sometimes, like a switch flips and he suddenly wants guys to cum in his ass. I wanna ride that for all its worth and take my time stroking inside him, delighting in hearing him moan and beg for my dick and cum, slowly building until I blast another load deep inside him. As soon as I'm done its clear he is too, telling me to pull out, which I do. He stands up and quickly pulls his pants back up, shivering from how cold they must be. I do the same and realize how cold it is with my clothes back on my legs. He pulls me in closely and starts kissing me deeply and I lean into him, pressing him against the car and we're making out intensely for a long time before he finally pulls back to catch his breath, saying how badly he needed to get fucked. I said I understood and I needed it too and that we could do it again this way. He laughed and said sure but said I needed to get going and went to unlock the side door, peering around first before waving me over to leave. I stepped out into the bitter cold again and could hear the door close and lock behind me. Even though its cold outside I was warm from all the hot fucking and knowing that hot stud let me cum in his ass again. Whatever hangups he has sometimes slip away and I'm glad to be there to exploit it.

Finally my breeder alpha dsddy caged me today then fucked me raw and unloaded his seed deep in my hole. I will wear this chastity until he feels ive earned the right to take it off

Part 3: Rob spent the rest of the week with replaying the events with Sam and Michael. Every time he thought back to the event, his cock would immediately harden and realized how much he loved not only fucking a tight hole but the feeling he experienced for the first time of being filled so completely. Rob without thinking about it after Sam & Michael left put his finger in his hole to feel the cum leaking out and unconsciously tasted it and wanted more. Sam and Michael in the mean time were planning their pool party and now had the added treat of a new soul to add to their growing brotherhood. They thought that their brothers were going to love playing with Rob and were thinking how to get Rob fully engaged in the fun and not scare him off. They felt that Rob would be a great addition and had the potential to be a truly special with his ability to fuck long and hard. They could easily Rob becoming engrossed in breeding and pozzing others once he embraced the gift is receiving. Sam and Michael started to plan who they wanted to have at their party to make sure it was a very hot time and the action would last long past Saturday afternoon. Most of their friends were partnered like them but they had a couple of single friends who they knew would love to get with Rob not only at the party but would love to continue to hook up thereafter. Sam and Michael figured by the end of the weekend Rob would never think about needing a girlfriend again and would be fully turned on to being with guys especially bears. The party was set to start at 4pm and Rob never one to be the first person there, decide to head over to Sam and Michaels at 5pm. When he got there the party was in full effect with Sam walking Rob out to the backyard (through the den with a college football game on the 70” TV). Besides Sam and Michael there were another 9 guys there. Everyone as Sam and Michael said were in their “Swimwear” but while Rob was wearing a pair of board shorts, everyone else was either in a tight fitting speedo or even just a jockstrap. Rob asked Sam if he was over dressed and Sam replied don’t worry about it, later on no one will notice or remember. Sam told Rob that he would not be pressured to do anything at this party but if he wanted to participate in activities just observe the rule to take as much or more as he gives. Rob asked what did Sam mean and he said that their parties as the evening progresses will turn into a much ore adult affair than a PG-rated party, just think what they did a few days earlier but on a grander scale. Sam noticed Rob’s cock harden in his swim trunks and gave him a squeeze and whispered in his ear, I was hoping you react that way and you are going to love our party tonight. As Rob’s cock was hardening further in Sam’s hand, one of the other couples at the party, Bill and Jeff, came over to introduce themselves. Sam made the introduction to Rob and when Rob went to shake Jeff’s hand, Jeff left hand went to Rob’s cock as he shook Rob’s hand. Jeff said it was his pleasure to meet Rob and looked forward getting to know Rob. Before Rob could react, Bill gave him a similar greeting as Jeff reached over to kiss Bill. Rob was stunned by the forwardness while Sam was smiling at the scene. Jeff told Rob to find him and Bill later as they wanted to see Rob for dessert later as they love sharing. Sam then led Rob over to meet with Ivan. Ivan was one of Sam’s single friends and was lusting to meet Rob after being told about him. As Sam did the introduction between Rob and Ivan, Ivan pulled Rob into a bear hug and used the chance to feel up Rob’s ass including slipping a finger into his hole. Rob flinch as Ivan inserted his finger and Ivan used that as an opportunity to kiss Rob. Rob without thinking returned the kiss and for a good few minutes they continued to make out until Sam broke it up. Sam told Rob he still had others to meet and would have plenty of time to get to know Ivan deeper. Rob felt an immediate connection with Ivan he had not felt with anyone before and definitely wanted get back with Ivan. Sam as he walked Rob over to Adam and Jason, he made sure to brush his hand against Rob’s cock and felt how hard he was and felt a wet spot forming. Before he made the introduction he stopped Rob and reached in to tug his cock and pick up a little of Rob’s precum on his fingers and then tasted it in front of Rob. He smiled to Rob and said he tasted great and looked forward to tasting him further later on but he wanted him to meet Adam and Jason. Sam had to interrupt Adam and Jason making out to introduce Rob and both Adam and Jason said hello with pulling Rob into a kiss. Rob by this point was hard as rock and fully tented. Sam brought Rob over to Michael who had his back to them as he was being sucked on my Ramon. Michael saw Rob and pulled over and told Ramon to introduce himself to Rob. Ramon said hello and immediately pulled Rob’s cock out and started sucking it. Rob looked at Sam and Michael in shock and they said go with it and not to worry as everyone here as seen more explicit. Ramon stopped and then stood up and gave Rob a kiss and Rob could taste his own precum on Ramon’s lips and tongue. Ramon then told Rob he tasted a salty and clean but knew Rob would taste better when he is dirty and looked forward to making that happen. What was unsaid with all the introductions was that every single guy there minus Rob was fully versatile and highly toxic. They all loved to give and take from each other were hoping that Rob would join them in their planned fun. Rob needed to use the bathroom and as he walked back into the house, he noticed that the television had flipped from playing the football game to showing bareback porn and Michael was on his knees slowing being fucked by Adam while Jason was watching. Rob stopped dead in his tracks to watch Adam work over Michael and Jason came over to Rob and dropped to his knees to pull down Rob’s bathing suit. Rob mumbled he needed to go to the bathroom and Jason told him, just use his mouth as he loved to drink piss. Without thinking Rob started pissing and Jason swallowed it all up and as soon as rob was done, started sucking on his cock. As Rob was hardening up, Adam dropped his first load of the day into Michael. Michael then looked at Rob and asked if he wanted to fuck and he immediately pulled his cock out of Jason’s mouth and plunged it into Michael’s cum filled hole. As rob started to fuck Michael Jason and Adam started taking turns licking and fingering Rob’s ass to get is loose and lubed enough to take their cocks. As Rob was fucking Michael, Jason slowly starting to push his cock into Rob’s hole. Rob lunged hard into Michael which Michael welcomed and the three developed a rhythm of fucking. Jason came first in Rob’s ass and Adam immediately replaced Jason’s cock with his and continued to fuck Rob. Rob after another few minutes let loose and flooded Michael’s hole with what would be the only neg cum of the evening and then Adam deposited his toxic load into Rob’s hole. As the Rob separated from Michael and Adam, Ramon walked in and said to Rob, now I see you are getting yourself dirty. To be continued.

I had an email yesterday from Martin and Duncan, the owners of Central Station, of which here is an excerpt: My take on this is that they are keeping their options open while trying to make the best use of the resources they have, and there is hope that the clubs might eventually return given appropriate changes in legislation surrounding social distancing. If you mean SOP, then I doubt it - as anyone caught engaging in a bit of yellow play in Backstreet will attest - the venue owner was always very keen to enforce that rule! Here is the original link again: [think before following links] https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-central-station

Chapter 6 - Virginity Lost His dick now soft, Adam finally rolled off of Brian and onto his back next to him. Laying in that bed, his own cum smeared all over his chest and stomach, while Adam’s toxic seed was beginning to seep out of newly destroyed asshole, Brian appeared still, but his mind was racing in a million different directions at one time. The two primary emotions fighting for space in his head were pride and fear. At first, fear took over. Even though he had, in the moment, decided to go with it as Adam made clear he was going to cum in him, whether he liked it or not, Brian had not come to that house having made a decision to get pozzed. He had, of course, only agreed to it after learning that it was unlikely he’d get infected… if the other guy was undetectable, which Brian had just assumed he was. His mind quickly darted to his parents and what they’d do he told them he had HIV. Being gay was one thing, and he wasn’t ashamed of it, because he now knew it was who he was. But getting pozzed was something he did; this one was a choice. And it was definitely going to he harder to explain. Brian also thought about Jake in that moment. He hadn’t quite realized yet how much he was longing to be with him. Ever since that first night where he jerked off to the thought of his classmate, Brian found himself more and more taken by him. And, Jake didn’t have a girlfriend, something Brian was keeping close tabs on. Obviously that didn’t really mean anything, but for a high school senior as hot as Jake not to be the subject of at least some girl-related drama was stoking Brian’s suspicions that maybe he too was gay, and maybe it could actually happen. But now, Brian felt that getting pozzed might mean he just lost Jake too. After catching his breath for a few minutes and fighting the whirlwind of emotions, Brian sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed, not sure what he was doing or where he was going. So, he put his head in his hands, and he could feel he was starting to cry, not for any particular reason, but all of those conflicting emotions were just trickling out now as tears. His crying was soft, and Adam probably didn’t even notice, but he did see Brian with his head down. He rolled over closer to him, ran his hand slowly down his spine, and asked “How are you feeling?” “I…I don’t know” “You said thanks…” “I know…I…I don’t know” Adam may have just finished doing a pretty shitty thing to this virgin twink who was just starting to get his gay legs under him, but he wasn’t a sadistic person necessarily. He knew Brian thought he wasn’t going to get pozzed, but Adam loved gifting, had been off meds for about a month, and had decided he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to poz a high school virgin. So, while he didn’t regret what he had done, he wanted Brian to feel good about it. “Why don’t you hop in the shower and clean up?” he offered. Brian wasn’t sure if Adam planned to join him in the shower, or if he planned to kick him out after he cleaned his cum off of him, but he didn’t have enough space in his head to figure it out, so he let out a week “okay” and picked himself off the bed. Adam marveled at what he could see in front of him. Brian’s still semi-hard cock hanging off his thin body that was glistening with cum and sweat. As Brian stood still for a moment after getting up, clearly realizing his ass hurt, he could see some of his cum starting to flow out of his used hole. It was a shame, but he could sense he needed to give the boy some space. Brian winced as he started making his way towards the bathroom. He had dreamed so much about the feeling of a cock inside him that walking around with a recently opened hole, reminding him that he had finally accomplished that goal, was actually making him feel better. And, he was getting to experience was it felt like to have cum drip down his legs, one of the things he always thought was particularly hot when he read about it. For a mostly smooth twink, his legs were the only part of his body with a bit of soft fuzzy hair, and he could feel his balls stirring as Adam’s cum slowly rolled down the inside of them. By the time he was in the hot shower, he was feeling better. He was still shaking, though it was different now than it was as he was driving over. He was consciously nervous about the consequences of what he had just done, but even just the walk to the bathroom and now the rinsing of his cum off of himself in another man’s shower was kicking his teenage lust back in to gear, and that second emotion, pride, began to gain the upper hand in his mind. He felt hot. Really hot, and proud of himself. He was a shy 18 year old, and yet he had driven in to Boston to meet up with a 52 year old who he let take his virginity. HE had done that. It wasn’t done to him; Brian had made the choice to have sex, to lose his virginity, to make the questionable decisions in pursuit of cock. He felt how he had wanted to feel- that if tomorrow wasn’t Saturday, he would would stride in to school the next morning smirking, with a particular swagger, knowing he had done something sexier than anyone else in school probably ever had, even if he was never going to tell them about it. Quickly enough, his cock began to stir again, and while the feelings of guilt and nervousness didn’t go away, they were firmly in the passenger seat now. He got out of the shower, dried himself off, and opened the door back into Adam’s master bedroom to find he wasn’t there. He could hear commotion in the kitchen. He initially went to pick up his clothes, but then he figured he didn’t really need them, and he walked out to the rest of the house to find Adam, who was sitting in his gym shorts at the kitchen island. “Hey kid” Adam said cheerfully. Brian chuckled, “hey old man.” “Rude.” Adam replied playfully. “I’m kinda surprised you haven’t run out of here yet.” “I’m kinda surprised too.” “How you feel?” “Umm, kinda hard to say. Like, I’ve never felt sexier, but I still can’t believe you pozzed me.” Adam smirked. Again, while he wanted Brian to feel good, he didn’t feel bad about what he’d done, at all. “That might be why you feel so sexy.” “Maybe, but obviously I’m a little concerned.” “Don’t worry about it now. Plus, you did your research, you know it won’t kill you. Here, want a beer?” Adam had already started in on a Sam Adams when Brian was in the shower, and he went to open the fridge to get the boy one. “Thanks, but I don’t like beer.” “Hah, you’re such a teenager. I’m gonna guess you haven’t drank enough to learn to like it yet.” “But I’ll take a shot of that Absolut” “Ooh, like the hard stuff huh?” “Not really, just know I can get it down quick and it calms my nerves.” Adam poured Brian a couple fingers worth into a rocks glass and slid it over to him. He quickly picked up the glass and downed it. There was a little more than he had expected in the glass, so he coughed a bit, but managed to mostly get it down without looking too much like a child. “Take another” Adam said as he poured more vodka into the glass, and Brian repeated the same motion. Being the shy kid he was, Brian hadn’t ever really drank much before. He got drunk once with a couple friends while playing dungeons and dragons, and had snuck a couple shots at home a few time to rebel or relax, but he still didn’t have any tolerance for alcohol. So those two quick drinks went to his head, fast. He turned around to look at the TV as laughter caught his attention. Adam had never turned the TV off. James Corden had replaced Colbert, and he was doing a carpool karaoke with Tom Holland, who Brian had a major crush on. As the vodka started to work its magic, he stood and watched the two Brits being ridiculous for a moment before walking the short distance from the kitchen into Adam’s living room. He then leaned over the back of the sofa, legs crossed with one foot on top of the other and ass out, as he watched. Adam’s face lit up with a big smile. He could not resist Brian’s exposed ass now. He had been trying to give him space, but as Brian swayedwith the music while bent over the couch, Adam’s cock hardened again in a hurry. Even he was impressed that he had rebounded that quickly, so he hopped up and walked over behind Brian, dropping his shorts along the way. He grabbed Brian’s hips, telling him “you can’t just lean over like that and not expect me to fuck you again.” “What makes you think I didn’t expect it?” Brian replied. He turned back for a moment to look at Adam with a wicked smile across his face. The vodka was really kicking in now, and Brian’s inhibitions were gone. He wanted it again, and he uncrossed his legs and stuck out his ass as an invitation. Adam didn’t waste any time. His cock finished hardening instantly when he rubbed it against Brian’s soft skin, and this time using his own cum as lube, drove it into Brian’s asshole balls deep in one swift lunge. Brian yelled loudly in pain as he was invaded by Adam’s poz cock again, this time without any pretense of letting him get used to it. Adam’s couch had a low back, so it was perfect for pushing Brian down by his back in to an almost 90 degree angle and beginning to jackhammer him with his 8 inch cock. As opposed to the first time, in a bed, looking each other in the eyes, being asked if he was ready, Brian really felt now like he was just getting used as a fuck toy. He basically had no leverage, bent over as he was, and he was clearly impaired already by the vodka, so he just closed his eyes and gave himself over Adam’s ruthless pounding. There was no headboard this time to slam in to the wall, but Brian’s yelps each time Adam drove into him were probably making just as much noise. He was loving feeling this way, powerless. Adam fucked Brian ruthlessly over his couch, working up a sweat as he held Brian down and slid his cock in and out. Eventually he was tired of being bent over the boy, so he pulled out for a moment and pulled Brian up. He continued to hold him by the waist and directed him up against the wall. This was one of Adam’s favorites. He put his arm around Brian’s upper chest and bent him back he drove into his ass again, Brian’s minuscule triceps flexing as he pushed against the wall so that he wouldn’t get thrown into it. “You ready for another poz load in you kid?” Brian was silent, continuing the guttural noises of being fucked as Adam drilled in to him again and again. He could feel his asshole getting forced open even more in this new angle, and it was driving him crazy with both pain and pleasure, though this time was far more on the pleasurable side than the first fuck. Adam didn’t say anything after that. They just continued fucking up against the wall without words until Adam, with no notice, shoved his cock so far into Brian that he basically picked him up off the ground, releasing more forceful ropes of poz cum deep into the high school senior’s tight ass. When he pulled out, Brian fell to the ground on his hands and knees. His legs were weak from the hard fucking, and he felt Adam’s cum leaking out of him even more this time. He stayed down, panting, trying to catch his breath, until Adam scooped him by the armpits and walked him over to the couch, falling down onto the cushions and allowing Brian to fall on to him. Adam held him there, his thoroughly used former virgin boy, cum dripping out of him, as they watched the rest of the Late Late Show and both dozed off, thoroughly spent. ***** Brian woke up in a pitch black living room. There must have been a timer on the lights and TV. He craned his neck to look back into the kitchen to see the time on the stove: 3:45am. The vodka had worn off by now, as had the lust. Now, on this couch in the dark, he felt scared again. His mind went from asleep to racing, again questioning why the hell he just let that happen. He had shifted off of Adam as they slept, so he quietly got up and went to the bedroom to grab his clothes. He slid on his boxers and his sneakers, and didn’t even bother with the rest of his clothes; he just picked them up in ball and quietly exited the house and went to his car. He started making his way home, but he could barely keep his thoughts on the road. He pulled over into a strip mall parking lot, turned off the car, and took a deep breath. He had just spent the night getting fucked. By a man. An HIV positive man. Not once, but twice. He loved it, but he hated himself for loving it. He was still turned on, but he was also still scared. Sitting in his car, in the dark, his cock started tingling again. He pulled his boxers off over his sneakers, took it out and started jerking off, basically naked in this strange parking lot lit up yellow by old street lights. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this there, but what the hell, he had just done something even “worse”. He got his 7.5 inch cut cock nice and hard and thought back to himself begging Adam to poz him, jerking furiously, until he grunted, thrust his hips up off the seat, and sprayed five big ropes of cum up on to his chest, some even landing on his shoulders. He wondered if the cum all over him was toxic. He kept his boxers off, turned the Jeep back on, and drove home, naked and covered in cum.

When I was younger I did have some curiosity even though I was totally straight and in love with my girlfriend . But her brother was a total sissy gay boy that was out and proud and would not hide anything and would all the time tell my girlfriend his sister, that she better treat me good because ,he said I was so fucking hot and that he was going to someday convince me to let him have his way with my cock and he would get my cum load . and he would talk dirty to me when she wasn't around . and when i would be there on the weekend cleaning the pool and doing things for their mother while girlfriend was working at her dads office. the young brother would come out to the pool wearing his tight sissy clothes and make me look at him as he would model them in front of me and tell me to comment on them . ask me if the shorts showed off his ass and would bend over and ask if i can she his pink boi pussy,. and I would laugh and tell him to behave himself that his sister would jump all over him if she was home , and he would say. well I want to jump on you , he said he wanted to sit me back in a chair and undress me take my shirt and shorts off then strip down to his g string and then straddle me and reach down and pull down my underwear and grab a hold of my cock and stroke it till its hard and then guide it in as he lowers his wet lubed boi pussy down on my cock and he made sure to tell me that no condom will be on my cock because he wants to milk my cock till he makes me cum deep inside him because he wont get pregnant. then he would get so turned on that he would beg me to just sit back and let him show my cock extreme pleasure. he would say there is no one home and wont be home for hours and that he promises that he wont tell anyone . no one will know , he said he wants me just to sit back and enjoy and let him take control of my cock and he will make it feel ultimate pleasure and will make me cum so good as he milks my cum out of my cock and makes me cum deep inside him... I would blush and walk away every time and laugh and tell him to stop fooling around. But then a month later his mom and sister left for 2 weeks out of state , family reunion and his dad was out of state for work but he had summer classes and tennis so he stayed home , he was old enough to stay on his own, but that his mom wanted me to come over every day and check on things and asked if i would stay a few days or at least stay the weekend. And she was like my mother too. me and girlfriend were together since 4th grade . So I told her without thinking that i would stay the 2 weeks for her if she wants me to.. And she said yes please. So when they left i packed some things and went to stay at the house. and the brother was at class , while i was outside cleaning the pool, and he came home and put on his sissy clothes but this time he put on a very short mini skirt and a g string and a pair of white high top converse. and he walked out to the pool , i had just took off my shirt and shorts and was in my underwear as i was going to take a swim ,i didn't know the brother was going to be home early from class. i sat back in the pool chair sipping a soda before my swim . and suddenly there was Tyler straddle my lap and he quickly sat down and i felt his ass on my cock through my underwear and he moved his ass around making my cock fit in is ass crack and he squeezed around it and looked on my eyes and said we are all alone and no one can see and no one will know. He said he wants my cock , and that he wants me to sit back and relax and let him milk my cock and make me cum deep inside him . and my cock was so hard and throbbing that he knew i wanted him. so i leaned forward and we began to kiss sooo deep and passionately and he reached down and pulled off my underwear and then guided my hard cock back into his ass crack but then as we kissed i felt him guide the head of my cock to his open wet lubed and ready boi pussy, and i felt my cock slide in as i felt my cock being sucked in , it slid all the way in till i was balls deep and it was the most amazing feeling in the world , as my cock was deep inside him bare no condom . i could feel his pussy all around my cock massaging it and sucking it and then he slowly began to pump up and down, Fuck it was the greatest pleasure i had ever felt in my life , My cock was being milked by his boi pussy and we were kissing so deep as he milked me . He looked into my eyes and said his pussy finally has its cock and its going to make love to my cock. He said this is exactly how he wants me to sit back and relax and just surrender and feel him make love to my cock and milk all my cum out . And I began to cum and cum and cum , i could feel my cock cumming deep inside him stream after stream of cum. and i just kept on cumming and i could feel his ass wrap all around my cock and suck me . it felt like his pussy was feeding and it was hungry and wanted every last drop. and we continued to kiss after my cock finally relaxed. and he looked into my eyes and said i want to keep you inside me . pick him up and carry him into the living room , there was a chair in the middle we sat in the chair me still deep inside him . he grabbed a joint off the table and we smoked and got high. and my cock got hard again inside him and he wrapped his pussy tight round my shaft and began slowly milking me again . He milked me 4 times before he let my cock slide out . then he milked 3 more times that night , and when we laid down to sleep he took my cock into his pussy and kept it all night and i could feel his pussy very slowly and gently sucking on my cock all night and I woke up in the middle of the night because i felt my cock being milked and after another load , we slept till morning and i was awoke by being milked again. we stayed home for 3 days and he missed class and tennis. And he made love to my cock over and over milking me again and again. . and we were so young and at that age you can cum again and again all day , . He milked me all day and night and his pussy made love to my cock every time. . the 2 weeks were the best . I realized that my girl was coming home and this would end . But my cock and his pussy were in love and we would sneak away almost every day so his pussy could milk me dry , he would take a walk and meet me on the next block and get in my car and i would drive down a empty road while he pulled out my cock and stared riding my raw cock. I ended breaking up with the girl and didn't see Tyler anymore as they moved up north for a year to care for the grandmother. Would love to find a cum addicted bb bottom that needs feeding sessions ,, make his top man lay back or sit back in chair while he mounts the raw cock, pumps up and down takes total control of the cock and milks many loads out to feed his hungry hole ,

The Fort was a pub in East London, which was a sleazy, dark old victorian building which held boots-only days on Wednesdays and Saturdays. It was the kind of place no one admitted to going to, but a lot of people did, and you could fuck wherever you wanted, even at the bar, and few people used condoms. The regulars were pretty sleazy too, mostly trolls and one or two young guys like myself drawn to the danger like moths to a flame. Sadly, its gone now, torn down for housing. I had only been there once or twice and on each occasion had come away with a couple of loads in my arse, but I was still neg. Part 1 One Wednesday I went in, paid my fee, and was given a locker key. It was gone 2.30 so the owner had turned the lights down and the music up loud. I could see naked men walking around in the gloom as I headed to the bar for a drink. Someone caressed my arse, and I turned to see a middle aged guy, lean and olive skinned, veins standing out on his wasted thighs and a bulging belly above a long, thick cock with a cock ring around the base. I gave him a timid smile. "Hi." He smiled back "Nice arse," He replied with a slight Italian accent. Something about him mesmerized me, which he seemed to recognise as he guided me over to some chairs. He made me lift my legs and probed my hole with his finger. I was dry and a bit nervous. "Push it out," he ordered, "push it onto my finger." I lowered my legs. "I need some lube" I made to get up to get some when he said "Sure, but no condoms, okay?" He held my gaze and I shivered with excitement and revulsion. I returned to the chair with some sachets of lube. He lifted my legs again, tore one open and smeared the cool lube onto my arsehole. His finger slid in easily and he encouraged me to push my hole open. "They like it like this," he said, "puffy and open pussy, eh?" With his other hand, he smeared lube on his cock and began to jack it off as his finger slid in and out of me. "Are.. are you..y'know, poz?" I asked, my cheeks reddening with embarrassment. He laughed. "Sure!" He said." 20 years and without meds." His finger slid deliciously in and out of me as he encouraged me to open myself until my pussy was gaping and wet. I saw other naked men standing at the bar watching us, their erect cocks testament to the excitement of what they were watching. Suddenly his finger withdrew and he crouched over me, sliding his cock into me in a single, unexpected, delicious rush. "W..wait !..." I gasped, squirming on the hard wooden seat as his cock started to slide in and out. "Okay," he said, and slid out of me, sitting back on his chair and sipping his beer. I was breathing hard, and my hands were shaking with excitement. "How many times you been here?" he asked. "A couple." "Been barebacked?" I nodded in reply. "Well, you better get dressed and go, because if you bareback here you're gonna get knocked up sooner or later," he continued. His words shocked me. T he was right but I also recognised the hunger in me his words created. I sipped my drink, then hesitantly raised my legs. He smiled, leaned forward and thrust his disased cock into me again, sliding it slowly and lasciviously in and out of my hole. "Good." He said. " Good. When you join the club, you won't have to worry any more." He pulled out and grabbed my arm. "C'mon, let's do this right." I followed him to the darkroom at the back of the bar, my legs like jelly and my heart pounding with fear and excitement. Several trolls got off their bar stools and followed us, flabby bodies sweating with excitement. In the darkroom, I could barely see but the man guided me onto a slimey leather bench somewhere in the middle. "Kneel !" He said. I got on to the bench and knelt, resting on my forearms with my arse upraised. He came around and stood before my face, his drooling cock against my lips and I felt his hands reaching down my back, spreading my cheeks and smearing more lube in my hole. I couldn't see a thing, but my other senses seemed heightened and I could smell sweat, cum and body odour as I was surrounded by bodies in the darkness. I felt a hand on my buttock, sliding between the cheeks and seeking out my hole. The italian's hands spread my cheeks further, and suddenly a blunt, thick cock slid into me, and a hairy belly was pressed against my backside. I squealed like a stuck pig, but my friend cupped my face and kissed me in the darkness, whispering that I shouldn't worry, that it was a gift, and after I was pregnant I'd never look back. The man in me was fucking me hard, and suddenly he pushed deep into me and I felt his cock stiffen as he spurted. "Oh..no! " I gasped. But now some poppers were thrust under my nose and I felt my resistance going. The cock left me, I felt a gush of sperm over my balls and knew I had been impregnated. Before I could move, a second cock slid into my wet hole and began to fuck me, as the italian guy fed me his cock and whispered encouragement in my ear. Four or five guys had me, and they left my hole puffy, gaping and dripping. "Now it's my turn." Whispered the guy. " I'm going to give you my babies " With that, he slid around behind me, and I felt his long, firm cock slde up me. I pushed back to meet it, tears on my face, knowing I was lost even as he began to shudder and spurt inside me.....

It's a big and permanent decision. I would say take the PreP and go be a slut. You seem to enjoy it, and until you're sure what you want, you shouldn't deny yourself. Or you can go chasing bugs and see what happens. Just be sure it's what YOU want.

What is it about a Glory Hole? They had been banned in Houston at ABSs for a long, long time. Then I found some at a nasty bookstore off of Easter Freeway, but never a very good selection of cock. A few months ago I found three great Glory Holes at a clearer ABS, off of Richmond Avenue. First time there I sucked off six cock in an hour. That was on a weekday afternoon. Then I tried a Sunday; was lucky to get four in two hours. This week I was hitting it on Saturday afternoon. One side of the Glory Hole has the usual video equipment playing porn. On the cocksucker side, the booths are completely dark. The dudes can’t see who is sucking them off; all they see is a dark hole to insert their cocks. I sit in the dark booth, shirtless, nips clamped hard with industrial-strength clamps from Home Depot. They burn. I wait on the bench, looking through the Glory Hole. I see men walking by, just from the waist down. I’m waiting for one to stop. I see jeans walk in, coming towards the Glory Hole, groping himself. Long, wrinkled, wiry fingers unzip his denim, pulling out a flaccid cock in a nest of gray, straggly pubic hair. The cock comes toward me. I take a hit of poppers, slide down to my knees, open my mouth. They tend not to fuck your mouth at this place; it’s your job to coax the cum out. This dude never hardened, but I wasn’t sucking long before my mouth was flooded with warm cum. I resumed my position on the bench, watching the clothed cocks go by, waiting for a second. Thirty minutes later, sweatpants walk in, pulling out a flaccid brown cock. I hit the poppers, sink to my knees, open my mouth. I suck for less than a minute; he pulls out without cumming and tucks his cock back into the sweatpants. Maybe he didn’t like my mouth. Back on the bench. Jeans walk in, with concrete-covered work boots, hand in the zipper, straight to the Glory Hole. I didn’t even see the cock. I took a hit of poppers, sunk to my knees, opened my mouth. It was thick, very thick, long, uncut. It hardened immediately. This was a good cock. I eagerly sucked, under the foreskin, around the head, swallowing down to the balls. He smelled, not of sweat, and not mustiness, but of dirt, ground. He flooded my mouth and retracted his cock. Then he was gone. Another walked in, immediately replacing the thick cock. This cock was thinner, but just as long, and it too was uncut. I smelled the laundry detergent Mexicans typically use. Sucked that cock a few minutes. He came. Right after him, sweatpants walked in, reached inside, and pulled out another flaccid cock, about as fat as the one earlier. Right into my mouth it went. I enjoyed this one too, licking under the foreskin, swallowing to the balls. He also came quickly. I wanted more, longer, but he was done. I spent another thirty minutes at the Glory Hole. Jeans walked in, began pressing buttons on the video machine. I took a hit of poppers, slid from the bench to man the Glory Hole. He groped himself through his jeans. I stared intently at his crotch from the dark side of the Glory Hole. He kept changing channels. I took a hit of poppers. He continued groping himself, changing channels. Then he left. I returned to the bench. I watched and waited another half hour, but no more cock stopped at the Glory Hole. By now I had manned the Glory Hole for four hours. I had to return home. Sundays aren’t that productive here. I need to get here on a weekday again. Four hours then should net me over 20 cock. We will see.

awesome gash!! That's what happens to size hungry guys like us. Here is how my "hole" looks at rest from all the stuff that gets shoved up it on a near daily basis. And yes, I want it even larger.

Apologies if I have said this before in this thread. The overwhelming majority of guys on these sites are not worth subscribing to long term. They just don't produce content often enough. But you only have to subscribe for a month usually for less than $10. That gives you a month to look through their back catalog and enjoy it. Next month, move on to someone else. That is my advice for consuming this kind of content.

Videorecord it, spit in his face, call him a cocksucking faggot and have him tell the camera he's a cumthirsty faggot. And don't forget to piss down his throat and all over his face.

3 load weekend 1) I was able to get my hot park encounter guy to cum to my place again. He’s like a Keanu Reeves, part Hawaiian scruff and 8” of dick that takes an hour to cum. The first time we meet, he totally tore up my hole and I knew I had to up my fuck skills if we were to meet again. Fast forward two months later and 50 fucks, I was ready. He slid in me like butter and fucked me like tramp. My ass was spread open and wide as his slim body used my hole as a pussy. I milked his dick as much as I could alternating between pushing my guts out and pulling it back in. After 40 minutes of continual fucking he blast my cunt hole with his man juice. It’s gapping open and leaking, just the way I like it. 2) Just a few hours later, a repeat came. Very Anon and hung, I think he’s in his later 20’s mix Asian guy with a very decent dick of 7”+. He slides in my hot wrecked hole and goes to town, struggles not to cum by pulling all the way as my fuck hole massages, grabs, pull and I use my pussy lips in a style of suction his raw cock to drain him. He’s hung cause I feel him pull all the way, I’m tight cause I’m not gapping anymore and he has to guide his raw fuck meat to my hungry pussy lips. He unloads his seed deep and dirty. God bless the Grindr gods. 3)Another Grindr luck fuck: this guy is Asian, early thirties, pretty muscle fat kind of guy. He has a thick 6” and calls me cumdump faggot that needs to be used. He’s about 250-275 and asks me for a pic of my hole. When he sees it he’s already on his way. Says my hole looks like a pussy and he’s gonna smash it up good. I’m ready ass up face down and he eats it like a cherry pie. No he sucks my fuck hole out and swirls it with his thick tongue like an ice-cream sundae. I’m in rim fuck heaven. He literally rims a good first three inches of ass flesh, without lube shoves his bear can fuck tool that amazingly slides in like butter. He crushes my 140lb body with 275 pounds and smashes my face into the bed. I’m just taking it like a prison bitch and loving it. He pulls out a couple of time to rest and continue eating out my hole. Keeps saying it’s better than pussy. “Get up more on the bed boi, daddy is gonna breed you deep” his fat body is pinning me down, he’s sweating on me like a mad dog, and he drives his thick dick deep to deposit his seed. My blindfolds come off and he is touching me all over, semi chocking me and molesting my body like I was a fuck doll to be used anyway he wants. Our bodies are drenched with his sweat and I’m messy like I’ve been at the gym working out. I’m in pig fuck heaven. He jumps off me after pumping three strings of cum deep in me and says, “fuck nice fucken pussy faggot, need to cum back and use that fuck hole again., can I wash up in your bathroom.” My body is spread wide ope, my hole freshly destroyed sloppy and gapping. I could only muster, “grab a fresh towel.” I love polite Japanese boys, since I’m one of them too.

Last night was wasting time, waiting for the snowmageddon to hit, and decided I check out Grindr. Guy showing real close to me was looking so I hit him up. He didn't respond so I looked a bit more, didn't see anyone online that caught my eye, and put the phone down. About half an hour later, he responded and he exchanged messages. He wanted to know if I could host, because he didn't want his girlfriend to find out. She was stuck out of town due to the weather. Usually I don't hook up with guys who's gf doesn't know what he's doing, but being horny sometimes overrides all. Besides, he was totally my type; 19, slim, smooth, nice ass, and hung. Asked him what he wanted to do and he just wanted to top (his profile said vers). While I would have eventually given in, I was not going to give up a chance to tap that sweet ass. I told him I wanted to fuck him as well and we had to play bareback, even though his profile says safe only. I guess he let his dick get the best of him because he came over. I let him use my stuff to get ready and we hopped in the shower. He was so much hotter than his pictures; I was totally in lust. While in the shower, lots of oral and I rimmed him ass and had him moaning like a bitch. I don't think he's ever been tongue fucked like that. Finally got him to the bedroom for another hour or so of making out and foreplay until there was no resistance to my raw dick sliding up his ass. After fucking him for what seemed like another hour, I mounted him and dumped a massive load up his ass. I think I must have shot at least a dozen spurts balls deep into him. I told him to stay ass up after I pulled out so I could grab a butt plug and seal him up. I didn't want a load that size leaking out. I think he finally realized he has just fucked bare and been bred, but didn't resist being plugged, much. Afterwards I let him fuck me including ass to mouth whenever we changed positions; something he hadn't experienced either and really liked it. He eventually dumped his load in me. We stayed in bed, making out until I told him I wanted to fuck him again and he could fuck me as well. I did my tired and true method of rather than fucking him on round 2, having a long, sensual love making session. Teen bois seem to love that with older guys. Anyway, he ended up getting load number two and then fucked me again; also wanting to make it sensual. He was going to leave, but even just walking to the apartment complex down the street would have been dangerous so I told him to stay the night. Besides, there was plenty of time for more sex. We fucked one more time, this time I got him to try ass to mouth since he saw how much I liked doing it. He was the typical first timer; acted a bit grossed out, but eventually sucked my cock balls deep after it came right out of his ass. This morning we fucked two more times before he finally left. He's going to become a regular because he clearly liked the raw dick and ass, and I am totally in lust for him. Hopefully he'll be a regular for the next 3-4 years. I have no doubt he's going to be a bareback boi from now on. I've invited him to the next orgy I host later this month so I can introduce him to some of my other college boi fuck buddies as well as some hot daddies who love breeding college boi ass.

Did my weekly visit to the heath last night. Looked a bit quiet when I got to the bushes near Jack Straws saw a black guy with his cock out would have been rude to have left it hanging. After sucking him for a while he held my head and pumped his spunk down my throat he thanked me and left. My hole now needed raw cock made my way down the path few guy’s there but needed the fuck tree. After 5mins I got to the opening one sub bent over being fucked with a small group watching I went to his side dropped my joggers hole was pre lubed. After a min the top fucking him started playing with my hole he then moved over to my hole and began tag fucking us. Another top went straight inside the other sub and the top stayed in me after a few mins he grabbed me and pumped his seed inside me and walked away not long after one of the other watchers came didn’t last long but that doesn’t bother me I want multiple cocks but the spunk is all I need. After he’d finished the other sub was sucking one of the guy’s there was a guy in a balaclava at the bin I moved over and felt his bulge hard and thick pushed my head down and savoured his bulge through his jock before hungrily sucking him not long after he pushed me over the bin and rammed straight inside me began furiously fucking me he then unloaded then make me suck him dry his cock was glistening with the other loads so no issues licking if from him. When I got up the other dub had gone but there was a chav looking type and a guy still around. Went back to the tree the chav type came up nothing special but got his load. After a break there was few guy’s just walking around. There was a sub being fucked and 2 guy’s watching him I bent over the log in the dark area making sure I dropped my joggers so his mate could see almost straight away he or his mate came over played with my hole a bit till he was hard and gave a really good fuck the best of the night so far he lasted a good 15mins before I felt a good few squirts counted 7 by the time he pulled out. Didn’t hear anyone and can’t see much in that area so was getting up when a hand on my shoulder lowered me down made me suck him his cock tasted off ass and spunk maybe the top fucking the other sub he got me up and went straight inside after unloading which was a little bit he told me he’d already emptied his balls. When he left I waited a bit but no sound went to the other side the sub was still there I went over and felt his ass felt like he’d been filled a few times dropped down and got my tongue straight inside his tasty hole got as much as I could before moving on. Back at the fuck tree few guy’s around but I went back and had another 4 loads over the next hour. Went and sat down watching around most guy’s just walking around one black guy stopped came over and got his cock out began to suck he was beer can thick was hoping he’d be unloading in my ass after enjoying his meat he got me over the log and eased himself inside me couple of mins later a guy came to the other side of the log and got me to suck him after the black guy finished he got over the log and rammed his meat I remembered him from a few weeks ago rough and bruta after a good 10mins without a word said he grabbed my hips and shot a huge load inside me soon as he was out another one was straight in never heard another guy so after he filled me went quiet again was now 5am in the next couple of hours I had another 4 loads. Having another walk through I was filled by another guy saw a dog walker in the spaced out area I know what some of them are here for. Within 5mins he was balls deep inside me fucking hard and fast until he gave me his load. One last walk around was empty so I left fully satisfied and with a extremely full hole for me to enjoy at home

I was 16 and he was over 50. We met in a remote country area that I knew was good for cruising. He showed me his big cock, it was my first experience. I started sucking, and he guided me with his hands on my head. I felt it growing in my mouth, and bigger it became, more I was excited. It was an absolute revelation how much I loved cock! I sucked him deep and going down all the way to have my nose in his crotch, smelling his strong aroma. After about 10 minutes, I felt his cock getting real hard and bigger and all of a sudden my throat was engulfed with his cum. I had trouble breathing, tasting his cum and deciding to swallow it. It felt so good in my mouth. I swallowed all of it and licked him clean. He looked at me, kneeling in front of him. closed his zipper and turned away, leaving me alone. I felt like a slut.

Part 5 The rest of what was left of the weekend was spent naked in Colt's bed, smoking weed, cuddling, kissing, and I never wanted it to end. But it had to end, and Monday found us back in school. 2nd period was a total waste. We had history together and I dont remember a thing that Mr. Koon said that day. I sat right behind Colt and couldn't take my eyes off of his body. I stared at his big, strong arms, remembering how they had been wrapped around me, holding me tight. He'd move them and I would catch glimpses of his pit hair, my dick getting hard as I thought how badly I wanted to bury my face in them again, licking them, breathing in his smell. His smell. I had never noticed it before, but sitting behind him, when I leaned forward I could smell him. The smell of his light, manly musk made my cock hard and leak precum into my boxers. When the bell rang and brought me back to the real world, Colt turned around and said, "Meet me by the auditorium at lunch." Then he smiled at me and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Lunch break found me waiting by the auditorium doors. Colt came striding down the hall looking like the absolute god he was in his sleeveless t-shirt and skin tight wranglers, his black cowboy hat on his head. My eyes fell to his bulging crotch and I felt my mouth water knowing what was down there. He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention and opened the door. I followed him like a bitch as we stepped into the darkness. Once we were inside, he grabbed me by the front of my shirt and roughly pushed my back into a dark corner before his huge body covered mine locking our lips together. "Oh baby." He moaned in between frantic kisses. "I can't stop thinking about you and your hot mouth. Suck my cock bitch." He said as he tried pushing me to my knees. "What? Here? We can't!" I panicked. "Someone will see us!" "Nobody's gonna come in here babe. I promise. Come on, do it for me. I need it!" As if almost in a trance, I sunk to my knees as Colt unbuckled his pants, fishing out his half-hard monster. I let out a little sigh as I got a whiff of his crotch. I took him into my mouth as he softly moaned. "Oh yea baby. That's my little bitch. Suck your brothers cock. Take out your cock bitch. Jerk off while you suck me." Without even thinking twice, I instinctively undid my jeans and took out my own rock hard cock. I fisted myself as Colt held my head and fucked my mouth. "Take my cock bitch. Take it in your whore mouth." He whispered as he pounded my face and I pounded my dick. I was so turned by the danger of what we were doing, I was already close to cumming. Apparently Colt was as turned on as me because it wasn't long before he was panting, "Here it comes baby. Here comes my fucking load. Swallow it you slut!" Then his cock exploded in my mouth, filling it with his hot, creamy jizz. As soon as he blew his load into my mouth, my own cock shot off, spraying my cum on the auditorium floor. After I had swallowed every drop of Colt's precious cum that I could, he pulled me up and kissed me deeply. "I love the taste of my cum in your mouth, you dirty little pig." He said after he pulled off of me. "See you next period. Go out those doors." He said pointing to a different exit on the other side as he quickly went out a different set of doors. Next period we both had Trigonometry and our desks were next to each other. And even though I had just cum, sitting there next to Colt with the taste of his load still fresh in my mouth, my cock stayed hard in my jeans. He looked over and saw me staring at him, and he slowly licked his lips. I just smiled as I looked into his eyes. After school we could barely get to my house fast enough, the safest as my parents worked late. We were kissing frantically while ripping each others clothes off as we entered my bedroom. Colt pushed me back onto my bed as he grabbed my jeans and pulled them and my underwear off me, exposing my hard cock. "Yea, you like that, dont ya you little slut. You like to be treated rough. You like a man to take charge of you." I just layed there, panting in lust as Colt finished taking his clothes off, his own big hard cock sticking straight out. He grabbed the lube out of my night stand and slicked up his cock as he crawled between my legs, spreading them apart. Then he put one elbow by my head and lowered his face to mine as his other hand guided his cock to my hole. He started to push into me and pain flashed through my body. After the crazy weekend, and had come down from the drugs, my ass was as sore as fuck. But Colt didn't care. I looked in his eyes and I saw a hardness I had never seen before. Not anger, and certainly not lust, just a cold, empty stare. He gave a hard thrust, and half of his monster ripped into me. I cried out in pain. "Yea baby, let me hear you." Colt said in a cruel way. "Let me hear my little bitch as he takes his brothers big cock in his beat up pussy. Come on you little whore, do it! Scream for me!" He demanded as he forced the rest of himself deep into my bowels. It's not like he really had to tell me to do that, it came naturally. "Aaaaggghhh!" I cried out as my aching ass was split open. "Oh fuck Colt." I whined as tears ran down my face. "Oh yea." Colt growled. "That's what I like. That's what I wanna hear. My little bitch as he takes my cock!" Then he started fucking me, strong and hard, using his phenomenal ab muscles to pound my poor hole. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight, letting out grunts and gasps as his dick hammered my prostate. "Oh yea." He continued as sweat dripped off him. "Your pussy's so good. Best pussy I've ever fucked. It's my pussy now. I own it. I own your nasty little faggot hole, you little whore." I have to admit, in spite of the pain, the way he was treating me was turning me on. He was just using me as a hole, and my rock hard cock proved I loved it. So much so that when he let out a primal yell and started dumping his cum into me, I shot off like a rocket. I practically saw stars as my aching ass was filled with his seed and my own cock spurted like a fountain between us, coating both of our stomachs in a hefty, teenage load. Colt collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, his cock still buried inside me. After about 30 seconds, he moved so his face was over mine, his eyes still hard and cold. Then I felt it. A warmth began to fill me up and I realized Colt was pissing into me. As soon as I opened my mouth to say something he covered it with his hand. "Sssshhhhh." He silenced me, his eyes never leaving mine." Just let it happen bitch. I said I own you and I meant it. Your gonna be my little piss bucket as well as my cumdump. That's a good boy, just take it." I should have been grossed out, but I wasn't. Just like everything else Colt had introduced me to, it turned me on. I began to lick his hand as the warmth spread deeper and deeper into me. He removed his hand and started to kiss me, and as usual, I just melted into him, giving myself over to his magnetic power. When he finally finished pissing, he pulled out and I struggled to hold all of his fluids inside me. "You better go empty yourself." He said with a gentleness that had been missing during our fuck. He laughed as he watched me walk gingerly out of my room to the bathroom, piss running down my legs. I marveled at how much there was as I sat on the toilet, feeling a little sad I couldn't keep it all in me. He was ripping into the bong when I returned. "You ok?" He asked as I sat on the bed next to him. "Yea, I am." I answered. And I was. I mean, I already knew Colt liked it rough sometimes, so I shouldn't have been surprised when it entered our relationship, or whatever the fuck it was we had. "Good." He said as he kissed me tenderly. "You think you can give it as good as you take it?" I just looked at him as I ripped on the bong. I exhaled a big cloud of smoke in his face, and just smiled. "Just stay here and I'll right back mother fucker." I said as I jumped off the bed and left the room. I may not have been as experienced as Colt, but I wasn't ignorant about shit. I had the internet after all. In no time at all, I was back in my room with a handful of my old man's ties. "On your stomach faggot!" I ordered him as I stood over the bed. Colt's green eyes sparkled as he flipped over. "Yes SIR!" He said with a smile on his face. In no time I had him spread eagle and tied tightly to the bed frame. I couldn't believe how fuckin sexy that big hunk of a man looked like that, helpless, at my mercy with his perfect round ass sticking up. I dug through my laundry and found a jockstrap. With a bit of effort, I was able to squeeze out a little more piss from my ass, enough the make the pouch wet. I straddled Colt's broad back and grab those beautiful brown curls, pulling his head back. "Open your mouth faggot!" I ordered him. Then I stuffed it full with my jock and tied in place with another tie. I stood over him and just stared at the tied down god. Fuck he was hot! Part of me wanted to untie him and make sweet gentle love with him. But a bigger part of me wanted to give Colt what he wanted. All I wanted to do was make him happy, and if that meant dominating him, I was more than happy to do it. I pulled his leather belt out of his jeans and raised it up high. Then, I brought it down as hard as I could on that perfect round ass. Colt yelled into the gag as his body tensed up tight. I smiled to myself knowing I held all the power at the moment. I leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Whose the bitch now?" Colt just groaned as I stood back up and began a full assault on his ass. Over and over I beat him as he howled and struggled in his bounds. "That's right you fuckin bitch!" I growled. "You think you're such a tough man? You're nothing but a faggot pussy bitch! And I'm gonna make you cry. Cry like the little bitch that you are!" I kept up the assault as hard as I could, enjoying the site as his white globes turned pink, then red as welts appeared. The rush of inflicting this pain on the man I loved made my cock ache. Finally, after 25, maybe 30 strokes, I broke him. He started blubbering like a baby and I finally stopped the beating. Instead of feeling bad for him, I wanted him to hurt a little bit more, after all, that's what he wanted. I crawled between his legs and layed the belt on the bed next to him. I spread his cheeks and looked at the hole before me, waiting to be raped. I had decided to make him really feel it and skipped the lube. I spit on his hole a few times then placed my dick head against it. I grabbed his bull like shoulders and began to push into him. He screamed into the gag as I popped into him. But I didn't stop. Going in dry felt way different than going in lubed, but I didn't stop until I had bottomed out in him. Colt continued blubbering as I held his shoulders and began fucking him. It didn't take long before his ass loosened up a bit, and soon his tears ended and he was moaning like a two dollar whore. I pounded him as hard as I could, just like he had done to me, and soon, I was close to cumming. I picked up the belt and wrapped it around his throat. Then I grabbed his hair in one hand and the belt in the other. I pulled his head back as I pounded him. "Take that you fucking cunt!" I shouted. "You pussy ass jock piece of shit! You're nothing but a faggot cumdump whore!" As I shouted derogatory things at him and pulled the belt tightly, Colt's entire body started shaking as he let out a long groan into the gag. His ass started really squeezing my cock, and I knew the bitch was cumming. That was enough to push me over the edge and I flooded his hungry guts with another huge load from me. I collapsed onto his back, breathing heavily after yet another mind blowing orgasm. I untied his gag and pulled out the soggy jock. I saw Colt smile as he said, "Thank you Sir. I fuckin love you!"

As I have said mainy times before on this forum: I believe that there should be no special laws for HIV transmission, but that infliction of bodily harm should be penalized (or not) by the same legal standards no matter the cause of the bodily harm. In that a number of aspects needs to be considered: - impact on the person: HIV is a manageable disease, you can grow old with HIV no problem. Just like you can with an amputated foot. In most cases it makes no difference to the everyday quality of life. But there might still be areas where there are restrictions or stigmas. Being HIV positive can e.g. be a problem for a thoracic surgeon, just like missing one foot might be for a ballett dancer. - culpability of the "perpetrator": If you cut off you're neighbor's foot with an axe, that is certainly intentional and warrants a harsher sentence. If your neighbor loses his foot because he was your passenger in a car accident, where you failed to metion that you're drunk, you are at least negligent. In both cases - driving intoxicated and having unprotected sex when one party is aware of a clear and present transmission risk - disclosure is necessary. If not, one shouldn't complain if one is being sued for negligence. - informed consent: HIV criminalization laws sometimes even insisted on punishment, when both parties were fully aware in advance of the risks involved. Some laws required punishment even if the other party suffered no harm / no virus was transmitted, whereas in comparable circumstances that don't revolve around HIV it would not be punishable and merely considered a life lesson. Some laws required an unreasonable amount of disclosure, even if reasonably there is no risk of transmission at all. I believe all this is wrong. In short: Laws singling out HIV as a special case or HIV-positive persons as a special group are archaic and non-sensical. There should be no discrimination. But that means that there also should be no postive discriminations / priviledges for HIV. Inflicting a certain type of bodily harm as a result of a certain intention / state of mind should neither be judged harsher nor more lenient because HIV is involved. If a certain set of actions / failure to act is considered an accident when it comes to e.g. traffic, is should also be considered and accident when it comes to sex. If it is considered negligence in other contexts, it should be seen as the same when it comes to HIV. If there is malignant intent, you shouldn't go unpunished because you used a virus as a means of inflicting harm instead of an axe. So if decrimininalizing HIV means removing special HIV-specific laws from the books and instead using the same set of guidelines, rules and laws as with other life risks and infractions against one's bodily integrity, then I'm all for it. If it means a blanked exemption from liability in each and every case, then I disagree. As i said in other discussions here: If you say that intentionally pozzing unsuspecting others should never be punishable under ANY circumstances, because the other guy could have used prep or a condom, but at the same time think you should be able to sue your employer if poor working conditions give you cancer, than that is hypocrisy / a double standard (after all you could have found yourself a different job, right?). Each situation is different and we need to consider and weigh aspects like the actual outcome, intent / state of mind and level of consent. What we should not care about is whether we're talking about asbestos, syphillis or HIV.

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

I had been back in London for a few weeks, after years away, and had not had a chance to seek out any gay cruising haunts, all the ones I had known in the 90's were gone, but after I got a job on a building site in the borough and was carrying on with my closeted life. There was no chance that any of the other guys were up for a bit of cock action. I had just finished a Saturday morning shift (Saturdays are half days on building sites) and most of the other lads were either going to football matches or home to the family. I decided I'd hit one of the local pubs before heading home, so I went into a little pub near Borough Station and ordered up my usual bottle of Becks and started reading a paper. After a few minutes I got the feeling I was being watched and realised a guy was furtively steeling glances at me, but as it was definately not a gay bar I just ignored my feeling and got back to my paper. After a while I headed to to toilet for a piss and was pleased and surprised to find the guy who I thought had been watching me, follow me in. He gave me a smile as he pulled up to the next urinal and fished his dick out of his jeans. When I saw he was semi-hard I knew where this was going, or at least, I thought I did. At this point I should describe myself. I am 33 and in pretty good shape from working the building game for the last five years, am six feet in height, 12.5 stone and have a smooth body with a nice seven inch dick. I have never been out, and other than the guys I've had sex with, pretty much no-one else knows I'm gay. Back to Saturday afternoon now.... "So, you been working today", the guy with the semi said, starting up a conversation. I checked him out and we were a pretty good match, about the same age, height and weight, although I must admit his dick looked like it had an extra inch or two on mine. "Yes mate, just finished on the site" I replied, stroking my own semi now to let him know I was interested. "Any plans for the afternoon?" he asked, still stroking his now hard and very nice dick. "No, I'm easy" I said, adding "I haven't made any plans yet." He told me had a place five minutes away and asked me if I wanted to come round, introducing himself as Stuart. "Sure mate" I said, "I'm Al." We got to his place in the promised five minutes, and he immediately started stripping off his clothing. He had a lean body with a dusting of hair on his chest and abs, and when his shorts came off, his dick stood proud at a good eight inches with a lovely big mushroom head already dripping some pre-cum. By this time I was also naked, and I immediately went down onto my knees and put the tip of my tongue againt his slit and lapped up the trickle of juice oozing from his tool. I worked my way round his dickhead before enveloping the bellend wholly in my mouth and tasting his hot cock. As an expert deepthroat, it wasn't long before his whole dick was sliding in and out of my throat. He moved us onto his bed and, as I continued sucking on his dick, he starting fingering at my ass while I ladled some of the thick gloopy spit you produce when giving deepthroat onto my ass to lube his fingers and my ass. "Man, I want to fuck that ass" he commented as he continued opening up my hole with his fingers, adding "I wanna feel my dick inside that hot hole. Suck my dick and make it real hard and wet for your hole." "Fuck Stuart, I want your dick in my hole. Don't worry mate, you can have as much of my ass as you like. I'll make sure your dick is good and hard to fuck me, dig out the condoms and get ready to fill my hole." Stuart pulled his dick away from me and got off the bed, suddenly the whole mood had changed. "What's up mate, what did I say? I thought we were going well." "Fuck sake Al, why did you have to mention condoms? I only fuck bareback. I fucking hate condoms, I never use them. I was hoping to fuck you raw. A fuck isn't a fuck unless you finish the job and dump your load in a hot ass. That's what's on offer here, mate. If you want to get fucked, you're gonna take it raw - and you are gonna have to take a load. Sorry Al, but that's the way it is." Well fuck me, we've all had the bareback fantasies, imagining taking loads, feeling a guy cum inside us, and now here it was, on offer, right infront of me, and on offer from a real horny fucker with a dick like a pornstar. "Sorry Stuart, I didn't mean to ruin the mood. I just assumed it would be with a condom, but if bareback is what's on offer, then bareback it is!" There it was. I said it. I had just agreed to my first bareback fuck! I didn't know I was going to say it until the words came out my mouth but I said yes to bareback and I had the biggest hardon of my life! The change in the mood now was even more marked than before, but this time it was a change for the better. A big change for the better! A real evil smirk appeared on Stuarts face as he told me to kneel on the edge of the bed and let him see my asshole. I knelt on the bed and raised my ass in the air exposing my hole to him, ready to take my first raw dick. I felt his dickhead rub up and down going over my hole, smearing me with his precum and teasing at my bud, then he started working it in, gently easing the head into my well-lubed hole until my ass muscles clamped round the mushroom head as it passed my sphincter. I had never felt more fucking horny in my life. He continued easing his dick into my ass until I felt his pubes on my back and his balls touching mine, then he started long slow strokes in and out, over and over, just massaging my guts with his huge mushroom cock. "How does that feel AL?", he asked as he fucked away at my ass, "there's no better feeling than raw cock inside you, is there? I can tell how much you love my raw cock. You're purring like fucking kitten - you're fucking loving it." I was loving it, and I told him as much, but honestly there was no need: my body was sending out messages that I could never find words to convey. "OK Al, turn over onto your back. I'm getting pretty close and I want us to be face to face, eyeball to eyeball, when I give you your first load. I want your eyes to tell me how much you want it, and I want you to see in my eyes exactly what I am giving you." For the few seconds that he was out of my ass when we were adjusting positions I felt so empty. This experience was very different than anything I had felt before. It was really intense and I didn't just want that dick back inside me, I needed that dick back inside me! I lay on my back and raised my legs onto his shoulders, not taking my eyes off of his as he re-entered my hole, quickly resuming a steady and intense fucking motion using my ass as it had never been used before. Every stroke felt like heaven, and now I could look into his eyes and see how much it meant to him, it meant even more to me. I had to please this man, I had to give him what he wanted. I had to take his load. "No going back now, no going back now," he said, adding "After you have taken this boy, everything changes. There's no going back, for what you are about to receive you should be truly thankful. No going back Al. This is it. This is where it all changes. Fuck Al, there's no going back." He managed one more time as he let out a huge roar as he started dumping his seed deep inside me. He never closed his eyes and never took them off my eyes for a single second as pumped load after load of seed into me. After a few minutes he collapsed on top of me and we lay there, him still inside me, for about ten minutes before he had the energy to move or speak. He gently slipped his dick out of my ass and kissed me on the lips, asking "Do you know what just happened? Do you know what I just gave you?" I kissed him and with a smile replied "I think you may just have given me my freedom." He smiled broadly. Over the rest of Saturday, Sunday and Monday, when I called the site to say I couldn't come in, I thought I'd picked up a bug. Stuart was either on the phone or the net, getting all his buddies to come over and play with his new toy - me! By the time I finally went home on Monday night, I had gone from vanilla closet boy, to bareback slut, having taken 14 loads from his friends and an additional five from Stuart. Every time I took a load that weekend he asked me if I knew what I had just been given, and every time I replied "Yes, and thank you!"

Warning: There is a brief mention of straight/bi sex. My ice fishing hut was delivered every year by Mike or his dad Stan. Their farm was on the shore of our lake and they stored about three dozen seasonal huts. Each was roughly 6' by 8' and they moved them to our specific favorite locations when the ice was thick and solid enough to carry their smallest tractor. Most of the guys had their huts clustered in a small area where local lore promised plenty of fish. On the other hand if I catch one or two actual fish per winter I'm happy. I use my hut to real in another kind of creature all together. I go to this effort to attract men and a very specific kind of man. I advertise my availability at the hut on Bbrt and Scruff and have the best results from the good old fashioned method, 'word of mouth '. I'm mostly interested in guys who want better blowjobs than they get at home and many of my fellow ice fishermen know where to find me. No appointment necessary. Just be prepared to either walk away or join in if sounds from within signal vigorous sexual activity. Better still I'm hoping for guys that want to fuck my willing hairy ass, and only the ones that are willing to do so bareback. That's why my hut is always placed in a secluded bay far enough away from the regular hut cluster. Yet close enough to some good public parking. Mike and Stan were very professional and never asked questions about my unique placement choice. They just dragged my grey hut into the same place each ice season and took my money for their services. Until this year. You may not think of an ice hut as a warm and attractive place for sex so I will give you the chef's tour. It has a fully insulated floor complete with in floor radiant heating powered by an extra quiet generator which sits on a shelf outside on one end of the building. There is a small trap door through which I can make a hole in the ice for the few times per season I choose to actually fish. The walls and roof have great insulation built in as well and a couple of small skylights let in any natural light. My shelter has more creature comforts than most you see on frozen lakes and rivers; a couple of folding chairs, small bar and fridge, a drug cabinet, a flat screen tv exclusively for bb porn played off my phone and my prize addition, a sex sling. I put this extra effort into creating my ice hut sex shack because I'm married to a woman. I want winter privacy for most of my man on man action. In other seasons I can suck guys off outdoors or in their cars. I can get fucked against a tree. But that's not so enjoyable at 30 degrees below zero. I have done it mind you, just not as often as my ass needs a work out. She knows. We met in a MMF threesome with one of her early boyfriends. She can't pretend to not know as the first time we met she watched me suck her man and enjoyed my dick in her pussy as he loaded my ass. We're both polyamorous and bi. It makes for a great partnership. The ice was very late this year so I was disappointed when Mike informed me that my shed would be the last to be delivered. He pulled it into my spot just before sunset so I immediately fired up the generator to get the radiant heat pumping and the lights on. Mike pulled a flask from his coveralls pocket and invited himself inside. He wanted to thank me for my patience. The whiskey burned in that wonderful way going down and had a unique taste I couldn't quite put my finger on. I had always been attracted to Mike. He had a pleasant face, warm dark brown eyes ,curly hair and a thick full beard. A little long for my taste but whatever. His 6' 2" solid frame reclined comfortably in the folding chair. Internal heat from the alcohol and the radiant floor worked their magic and we pealed our winter outerwear. I began to see more of him than ever before. He had a nice tuft of hair peaking out at the base of his neck. A pleasant covering of hand and arm hair emerged as he rolled up the sleeves of his flannel shirt. I wonder if he was flirting and all doubt was removed when he pealed the plaid shirt. The tshirt underneath read, 'I fuck on the first date.' I now recognized the strange taste in the whiskey as I also noticed an enjoyable warming and horniness in my balls and ass. I cut right to the chase asking, "So is this a first date?" He smiled, nodded, and unbuckled his belt. I decided it was time to hang the sling and offered a few lines for us to share. I had a great view of his shirtless v-shaped back and the fuzzy hair tufts that foreshadowed the luscious pelt of manly hair carpeting his fit torso, much like my own. I was starting my season with my favorite male body type.

Been fucking bare 99.8% of the time since 2006 and have not pozzed yet. Probably took 2000 loads too. Though I am certain my luck will run out sooner than later at this point

You want the real answer? The thought process is mostly TROLLING. Collins defines trolling as follows: "If you troll someone, you deliberately try to upset them or start an argument with them, especially by posting offensive or unkind things on the internet." I.e. the point is to be as outreageous as possible in order to elicit a (-n emotional) reaction. Even among sexual deviants there is a high likelyhood you encounter basically moral people (e.g.: Even if you enjoy swapping STDs, you wouldn't involve others who don't share your fetish), wo react either with outrage or are torn between being aroused and admitting to finding evil things enticing. Either way: a win for the troll, who by bragging about infecting others on purpose was sucessful in eliciting an emtional response. If you do a stylometric analysis of a number of these posts, you will find, that many of these stories come from the same real-life person, albeit posting under different aliases. Heck, there are many threads on this board where one troll is bascially talking to himself using 4 different aliases. Having been here on the forum for a decade, I remember users who presented themselves as alpha-pozzers and who were admired by many, only to be unmasked as total frauds 4 years later. So with most stories, you should better assume that they are fake. Just as I am sure there are a signifcant number of true stories here as well (I am probably deluding myself believing that I can spot the difference). I mentioned my friend who got pozzed on purpose by another guy. True story. But the other guy didn't brag about it on some internet forum. I have been to bareback gangbangs where the bottom ended up poz (not my doing). It's not like the this stuff isn't real. It's just waaaay more intricate and complicated in real life that some tall tales make it look.

To me a Cock is more than the organ between the legs., it’s also internal, so it depends for me. Like Eros, i don’t consider myself fucked if I dildo myself, or a machine, it has to have the desire and intent of a Top to qualify as fucking, but if that is present, even His pinky counts as a “cock”, dildo, enema, etc.

12, with a friend of the same age.

I love SPH also! And being teased and humiliated!

I’m not going to let it stop me anymore. Too many reserved people. I worked with the public for a year during covid (now from home). I was at just as much risk doing that as if I was getting fucked by some guy. I take extra precautions now, but I’m not going to have a Covid guilt trip for wanting to have sex.

Even going down on a guy w/ full bush floods your nose with that musky man smell.

Hello, first I have to apologize in case the story is difficult to understand. I write the stories in German and have them translated by the Google translator, as I cannot speak or write and read English. Needless to say, this story is fictitious, as are people and places. Medical service in the zoo Chapter 1 of 2 It was another boring day at the ambulance, doing nothing but sorting files. Then came the redeeming phone call, a local zoo still needed staff to secure a 3-day conference because another company had dropped out. So now our boss sent us to the zoo. Oh, I completely forgot to introduce ourselves, may I be forgiven, I'll make up for it immediately. We are Jefrey, 19 years old, 178 cm tall and 67 kg light. I'm Tobias, 25 years old, 183 cm tall, 70 kg. We're both paramedics. So far I didn't know much about my colleague Jefrey as he had only been with us for 14 days and it was to be our first service together. Okay, I thought we'd somehow get the job done. Jefrey was silent on the 25-minute drive, he couldn't utter a single word, he just looked out the window, lost in thought. I spoke to him about the scantily clad girls we drove past, the maximum that came out of him was: "No, not my type." I decided to watch him more closely, he must be interested in something. Suddenly I spoke to him at a red light about a boy, Jefrey looked after him, and then said: "Yeah, that could be something, but don't tell anyone in the company that I like boys." OK, so Jefrey was gay, I liked that very much, I said to him: “Hey no problem, but you don't have to hide with us. With you we're already 10 gays. ”And I grinned at him. He only answered me briefly: "I don't care." It didn't leave me in peace, and so I continued to ask him: "Do you have a boyfriend?" His answer was not long in coming and was very brief: "No." "Okay." I said, and immediately added the next question: "Am I your type?" Jefrey thought for a moment and then said: "Well, maybe." I then said: "Maybe there isn't, there is only a yes or no." And grinned at him again. Then he said: "There is something about your style, and I also like what I could see, so at first glance I would say yes." My answer came very quickly and was meant very clearly ambiguously: "Maybe you will soon have the opportunity to take a second look at me." And I grinned again. So after registration we drove to the zoo area, we were shown where we could park and our premises for the next 3 days. On the one hand, there was the medical room, a small room painted all in white with a chair and an old couch. The other room wasn't much better, also completely white with two tables and a few chairs, nothing else. So I thought to myself, well that can be cheerful. In the conference there are only lectures and a few workshops, from which there is no danger. There's nothing here, not even a radio. And should I withstand that for 3 days? At lunchtime Jefrey said: "I'll go out and get something to eat." I said: "Yes, do it, and if you find something cool, bring it with you." So Jefrey went off, after 30 minutes he came back, he had 3 packages with him, with currywurst and french fries. I asked him: "Tell me why 3 times the whole thing?" Jefrey grinned and replied: "We'll see." After 5 minutes of waiting, a young zookeeper came to our room and I have to say he looked damn cool in his green dungarees with the yellow T-shirt underneath. He was around 20-22 years old, 1.90 meters tall and very slim, had brown hair and deep dark blue eyes, what a rare combination I thought. He sat between us, and I wondered beforehand why Jefrey had left a chair empty. I noticed that the T-shirt was a bit too short, because it was sliding up a bit, whereby the guy also pushed his pants down a bit when he sat down. I couldn't help myself, I had to look and almost forgot the currywurst. My reaction was of course not unnoticed by anyone except myself. I continued to look at the zookeeper, and I noticed that I was so shocked that I said what I wanted to think, which shocked me even more: "Tell me where is it your underpants? " My head turned dark red, no, how could I say that? My god that was embarrassing. The zookeeper stayed cool and just said: "You two can examine me." Jefrey, who had already eaten, couldn't be told twice, and immediately started to remove the hangers from the dungarees and take off the hot guy’s T-shirt. I was still perplexed and I was rooted to the spot on my chair, half the currywurst was still lying in front of me, and I was still staring at Jefrey and this horny zookeeper. This has never happened to me before. Frank, the name of this horny zookeeper, only said after a short time: "Don't you want to touch it, or should I go next door with your colleagues?" These words tore me out of my thoughts, and I replied: "No, stay calm here, and I want to feel clearly too." Frank's answer was then very short, which was no wonder, because Jefrey was on the hot, well-trained stomach with one hand and already disappeared a bit deeper into the pants with the other hand. He just said: "Well then do it." Inwardly I took hold of my heart and Frank's chest, I could feel Frank his inner restlessness, he grasped my neck with his arm and brought my head to his with his hand, and our tongues were already clutching each other. I can't tell whether my tongue was in his mouth or his in mine, the mood was so heated now. After a short time I had to grasp Jefrey's tongue, and Jefrey was also good at it. So it went back and forth for a while. Jefrey wanted to see more of me and I wanted to see Jefrey, so we all continued to undress each other. It was almost clear to me that we wouldn't find any underpants at Frank, but there was an amazing 22 × 6.5 cm tail, I just thought my face was a fat, long monster. I could hardly control myself, I wanted so badly to feel it in my mouth. While I was blowing, Frank was fumbling around in my pants and I was fumbling with Jefreys. What amazed me, however, was where had Jefrey's boxers gone? He was still wearing one this morning. Frank was getting more and more restless, of course, I still had the cock in my mouth, only I didn't really notice the restlessness because I couldn't believe my eyes when I had my colleague's cock in my hand, it was a bit longer but a little thinner than Franks. Jefrey had real 23.5 × 5.5 cm to offer, I must have landed in XXL paradise. Meanwhile Frank's cock started to pump 6 or 7 thrusts came straight into my mouth it was so much I had to swallow. I've never swallowed sperm before, never wanted to, after all, I was aware of the dangers. But well, today I had to, there was no way around it. Grinning, Frank and Jefrey asked me at the same time: "Well, did it taste good?" How should I behave? Lying? Or tell the truth? I decided it was the truth, and replied: "Yes, very much." Frank used the short break to take off my pants and my boxer shorts, always fiddling with my hole. With the second hand, Frank took my cock in the mangle, which was finally freed, mine is not small either, but not nearly as big as the two of them. Frank then asked: "Will it get bigger or will it stay that way?" Now I had to let go of Jefrey's cock, which I now had in my mouth, and answer. "No, it stays at 20 × 5 cm, it just gets a little harder if you keep working." Frank didn't have to be told twice, with one hand he fingered more and more in my hole, and with his mouth he began to blow my cock while I slowly brought Jefrey to climax. The mood was really very charged, almost electrifying. Jefrey grew quieter and quieter, hardly a moan could be heard from him, but I got louder. Jefrey and I came at the same time, Jefrey also injected an almost infinite amount of sperm into my mouth in 5 bursts, and again I had to swallow. But Frank also struggled with my semen flow, he swallowed 6 fat spurts without stopping, and sucked the last drops out of me. Frank was still fingering in my hole, already with two fingers, and everything without any lubricant. Now came the all-important sentence from Frank, for which I had almost been waiting, almost everyone can guess what it was like, but for those who can't ... "You have a really hot ass cunt that I would like to fuck." That was Frank's execution. Well, I was really on tour and wanted to be fucked, but also to fuck. But now I asked: "Does one of you two have condoms on his pocket?" Jefrey's answer came promptly, and I was almost startled: "No, we haven't, and honestly, we don't need it either." And Frank added: "We can pull out first and then squirt on the ass." At these words both grinned so much that I should have noticed, but didn't. I then said, "Okay, let's do it this way." My first time bareback, but the promise to pull out was there. Frank and Jefrey now licked my hole alternately and extensively, in addition they were now both fingering around inside me, I was so horny, I almost hosed, just from licking and fingers. Now Frank Jefrey asked: "You fuck him first, yours is a little thinner than mine." Jefrey immediately sat down behind me, and docked. He was inside without much resistance, and he started slowly, while Frank held his ass in front of my face, I should now lick too. It presented itself in front of me an absolutely hairless ass, with a clearly visible rosette, which looked almost freshly fucked. It should turn out that the two had already had a quickie behind them. As I licked Frank's rosette, more and more liquid came out of the ass, which at first I didn't even notice, and I always slurped away. So I swallowed Jefrey's sperm again, which I only noticed at the end, when the last bit came out with a little fart. I was startled but said nothing, and Jefrey pulled his cock out of my ass, grinning. Now Frank stepped behind me, and aimed at my fucked up hole with his horse hammer, I felt it even more clearly than Jefrey's cock, but when it was stuck in it until it stopped, it was awesome. I thought to myself, wow, that's awesome, and I can handle this monster without any lubricant. What I didn't know at the time, Jefrey hadn't just pulled out so that he could do it again later, no, he had just fucked his juice in me so that Frank would have it easier. So now Frank was at work behind me, and Jefrey held his hole in front of my face. Should there be a surprise for me too? I resolved to watch out for it, but I didn't really succeed because Frank was pounding my ass, twirling my pierced nipples in the process. Man could fuck the two horny. I was really distracted, and of course Jefrey also gave me his load from the hairless rosette in the mouth, and here too I only noticed it when the final fart. I was almost mad, sperm again. But again I didn't show anything. As long as they keep their promise not to squirt into my hole, everything is not so wild, and I thought the risk was rather low. Now Jefrey asked me very quietly: "Would you like to have two pistons in you at the same time?" What should i say now? I was in the mood for it, but two bangs? I haven't even had such a hammer in me before. And now two of them? Still, I said: "Yes, we can try it, but don't be angry if it doesn't work." A wide grin was written on both of their faces, and Frank said: "So far, every mare has managed to take in two stallions at the same time." What was that term? Mare? Well, I was already sitting on Frank, Jefrey pushed me back gently, but definitely slightly, and started carefully. I thought to myself, well, I hope it will go well, and then I hope Frank won't come inside of me. After all, he's been hammering me for 20 minutes. What I did not suspect, Frank had already discharged inside me. To my amazement, Jefrey was actually able to slide his cock up Frank's cock in my ass, there was slight pain, but it was bearable. So now two studs were fucking me at the same time, but carefully, and Frank was still playing with my stiff pierced nipples. And me? I was getting hornier. Shortly afterwards my cock started to twitch and without even doing anything I splashed off, and got my own load in the face. A few seconds later Jefrey pulled his latte out of me and put it in my mouth, and again there were 6 batches of cream that I had to swallow. Frank also pulled his hard-on out of me and gave me the juice in 5 bursts in my mouth, which I had to swallow again. I thought so, great, the two of them kept their promise. Haha, puff cake, of course not. We went to the shower next to the lounge and had a good shower, all fiddling with each other. Frank still couldn't help but keep his fingers off my ass and just said: “Wow, he's awesome open , I'm getting excited again. " I didn't even notice that I was leaking while showering, but sperm stayed inside me. When we finished showering we got dressed again and Jefrey took Franks and his boxers out of the side pocket of his uniform pants. We snuck around a bit and agreed on a second round for the next day. Frank then said that he would like to be the mare that we want to get pregnant. "Impregnated?" I asked. "Yes, pregnant." Said Frank, and added: "I don't let rubbers get into me, I want to feel the sperm inside me." Okay, I thought you already said yes. You mustn't back down now either. We said goodbye to each other until the next day, the medical service for that day was almost over, another hour. Jefrey said all of a sudden: “You asked me earlier if you were my type. Now I could check, and yes, you would, but you have to leave the stupid condoms out of me too. Apart from that, from today on you won't need them any more. " The whole trip I was wondering what he meant by that, I don't need condoms anymore. At the guard when changing clothes, I asked him again: “What did you mean earlier? I don't need condoms anymore? " Jefrey's answer was different than I expected: "Take off your boxers and give them to me." Irritated, I did so, but asked again. "Come to me, we'll fuck another round, and then I'll tell you." "Without a condom?" That was my question. "Yes, of course, without a condom." Was the answer. I found him so horny and agreed to it. After the hot fuck at Jefrey's home, he said: "If you were negative until this morning, you haven't been since this afternoon." Then I asked: "How not to be negative anymore?" "As I said, you are no longer negative, our fours are already working in you." "But you always pulled out before you came?" I asked, startled. "No, we gave you everything in." Said Jefrey "just like before, I gave you everything, and you gave me." Oh holy shit, they infected me with the virus, which I always wanted to avoid. What do I do now? Especially tomorrow was the next medical service and we have already agreed on the next fuck. "See it positively," said Jefrey. "From now on you only have hot sex."

I hadn’t been the best brother in the world to my sister, Jane, since our parents had died three years earlier. My life was hectic and I travelled plenty which meant it was rare for us to actually be near each other long enough to meet up. I did talk to her by phone often especially after her divorce as she had struggled for a number of years with Ethan, her teenage son. When we eventually arranged to meet, it was over the coming weekend as I’d not seen her or Ethan since our parent’s funeral. I knew Ethan had just turned 18 but when I finally laid eyes on him I was really shocked. Not in a bad way, in a very, very good way. First I should say I’m 42, gay and had definitely been the black sheep of the family. I am also HIV+. My sister was four years younger than me and had married young and to her school sweet heart Jamie, who, after several years, turned out to be a right fucking cunt. They’d had one child, Ethan who it seemed had, in recent years, had been bullied by his Dad for some unstated reason, and his mother had had to keep the peace. I encouraged her to boot the bastard out, which she eventually found the courage to do. My life revolved around work but I was also constantly and insatiably hungry for cock. I didn’t mind where and who (so long as legal) and the more at once the better. I don’t know who had knocked me up but I’d been living with HIV for 10 years now. I had kept myself in shape since my teens and still had a reasonable six pack and good definition. I also kept my body smooth and luckily had yet to find a grey hair so I did look younger than my age. When I spoke with my sister, I invited her to stay with me in my London flat for a few days so we could catch up properly. When she arrived, I had a very pleasant surprise as she was accompanied by Ethan. The original plan was that he would stay with friends, but apparently his plans had changed, and truth be told, my eyes must have been out on stalks because Ethan had grown into a very good looking teenager. He had short blonde hair, a bit of a nice tan too. Blue eyes and perfect white teeth. His smile lit up his face which frankly, was absolutely beautiful. My ex-brother in-law was a cunt but he’d sired a very hot young stud. I embraced my sister and shook Ethan’s hand and welcomed them in. Considering I’d not seen them for so long it was like we’d not been apart. My sister was keen to chat but I had to admit I found it hard to stop staring at my nephew who besides being very eye catching had removed his jumper to reveal well defined arms which clearly belonged to a toned body. I knew it was wrong but my cock was semi hard and my mind playing out all sorts of scenarios. I don’t think I was imagining it either but I was getting a few glances from Ethan too. We sat in my large lounge with its views over the Thames, drinking wine. Jane had commented how her ex had maltreated her, when Ethan chimed-in with the blunt statement “He was also such a cunt to me." “But why?” I asked looking at both of them. I never liked Jamie at all to be honest but I never saw him as particularly evil and certainly not to his own son. Jane shifted a little not saying anything but Ethan looked me in the eye, answering “He found me making out with my boyfriend." I was a little taken aback, to be honest I had no idea Ethan was gay but I looked at my sister who just nodded back. I guess the family gay gene was alive and well. “So he’s a homophobe?” I asked “Too right he is, the wanker” Ethan replied with clear hatred for his father laced in every word. “Oh Ethan, he just didn’t know how to deal with it” Jane began but Ethan got angry and glaring at his mother, “And beating me with his fists was his way of dealing with it?” he retorted. “What?” I interjected angrily. “He didn’t mean to," Jane replied, glaring frantically at us. Ethan, however, interrupted with an emphatic “Mom, he did it to both of us. Stop making excuses for him.” Ethan was very agitated by now. I looked at them both as tears poured down my sisters cheeks and her son sat red faced and fuming. “Okay, guys, time out,” I said in my best management style. “I didn’t know all of this Jane. You should have said something,” I started. Jane, however, correctly reminded me “Why? You were never around for us after Mum and Dad died. You were off on business while I had to face it all on my own,” she managed between sobs. I couldn’t argue with her. She had a point but it had brought the afternoon down to a shitty low point. “Okay, well, look, let’s start anew. I’m here now,” I said smiling at both of them. We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening catching up, with the tone lifting considerably. I cooked them both a nice meal and by the time we were ready for bed their moods had been totally uplifted although, I couldn’t help notice the many times Ethan had touched my hand, arm, back and yep, even my ass. My flat only had two bedrooms so I let Jane stay in the guest room and I handed Ethan a blanket and pillow, pointing to the couch. “Trust me it’s comfy, I’ve slept on it loads” I said. He thanked me and took them and I left him to retire to my own room. It had been a long day but I still couldn’t get my sexy nephew out of my thoughts. I stripped, climbed into bed and turned on the TV,choosing to stream some hot twink/daddy porn in which a hot lad was taken roughly by a hard daddy type. I watched for perhaps half an hour, slowly wanking my rock hard dick when I heard a faint knock at the door. Turning off the TV, I rose out of bed, pulled-on my robe, and opened the door, honestly expecting to see my sister but there stood my nephew wearing nothing but his briefs. He was stunning. Teenage six pack and perfectly defined body which was completely hairless. “Uncle, can I talk to you?” he asked at the door looking at me pleadingly. I looked at him for a moment before realising what he’d said….”Well, errr yes, sure come in,” I replied. He came into my room and shut the door behind him. He walked over to the bed and sat down. I stood with my robe open and I could see he was checking out my defined muscle chest. “What do you want to talk about Ethan?” I asked also finding it hard to not look at his perfectly defined upper body and perfectly clear skin. “I err,” he began looking down at the floor, “I know you’re gay too” he started. “I haven’t been able to talk to anyone about being gay. Mum wouldn’t talk to me and Dad would just shout at me,” he continued. I watched him with a mixture of utter lust as well as feeling terribly sorry for him. “Can I talk to you about my feelings?” he asked finally looking up at me. I smiled back at him and came and sat down next him on the bed, put my hand on his. “Of course Ethan. Anything you want," I replied in as even a tone as I could manage. He looked into my eyes and smiled back at me. “Is it true you are HIV positive?” he asked. I hesitated momentarily before answering, “Yes.” He looked at me for a long time before speaking again. “Will you breed me?” he asked. I was totally shocked to be honest although I was also excited too. “Ethan you’re young. You don’t want HIV…. not to mention I’m your Uncle. What the hell would your mother…. my sister say?” I blurted back. He stared intently at me, seemingly not at all embarrassed. His right hand moved and rested on my leg. My rock hard cock actually twitched. “Uncle, I like older men and I only like to fuck raw. I know I'll eventually convert, but I'd rather get it from a man I like and trust, and who I think is hot,” he explained. I didn’t reply straight away either. I stared back into his eyes and my lust was beginning to overpower my shock. My extremely sexy nephew wanted me to breed his cunt with my seed. The irony being I was actually having a few problems staying undetectable at the moment so my seed was pretty deadly right now. “Ethan you’re extremely hot, I can’t deny it but you’re asking me to infect my flesh and blood,” I finally replied. A smile broke out in Ethan’s young beautiful face. He leaned slowly forward to me until our faces were millimeters apart and moments later we were kissing passionately. I couldn’t help myself. He was exactly the sort of twink I’d happily fucked and infected in the past, but this time a family member wanted my deadly seed. I wrapped my hands around his body and pulled him to me and within minutes had one hand down his briefs and feeling his quite thick and substantially rock hard cock. He may have been 18 but he seemed very experienced and forward. I guess no different to how I was at his age. Eventually we broke off the kiss and I pulled my robe off so he could see me naked. He stood and dropped his briefs to let his thick eight inches swing free. He was stunning. I knew I would be ploughing him for hours to come. Luckily I’d had my bedroom sound proofed as, having had many a naked slut tied to my bed, screaming while I’d inflicted my particular blend of depravity on him, I decided discretion was prudent, so I had spent quite a bit of money to ensure the outside world was unaware of my play time. So, I knew I could fuck Ethan without his mother hearing anything but still the electricity between us was unlike anything I’d ever experienced: I would convert my nephew and what was more, he wanted it. I pulled him back on to me and our naked bodies wrapped around each other as I reached down to probe his smooth asshole. Ethan was happy to be led by me and clearly was the subservient type which suited me perfectly as our tongues once more probed each other’s mouth. I forcefully pulled him up and fully devoured his cock as he groaned to my touch. I sucked him for no more than five minutes before he began to groan, cumming hard into my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his load. As I expected, his cum was delicious and plentiful. I smiled, devouring my nephew’s first load. Young pups cum quickly but often which pleased me. I forced him round and he fell down on my cock as we now 69’d. He devoured me rather expertly for a teenager and I rimmed his smooth mancunt getting my tongue deep inside his lovely hole, followed by a finger or three. He moaned as I invaded him for the first time and his expert ministrations blowing my cock was getting me so horny. The need to pump a load into his negative hole was paramount. After ten minutes I pulled him forcefully round and we kissed hard again as he straddled me. My cock erect and now against his ass cheeks. Pushing him off me finally, “You want my toxic load Ethan?” I growled staring into his eyes. He didn’t even pause, “Yes Uncle, breed me. I want you,” he whispered back. I didn’t need asking twice and with his help my cock was now at his hole and Ethan began to push back against my cock. He was well lubed by my saliva and my cock easily began to slide into him. He began to inhale hard and groan as my thick member stretched him wide. He rode my cock like a pro. Clearly he knew how to bottom. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as we fucked. I thrust up to meet him as he rode down on me. His body was absolutely stunning and involuntarily I reached up to twist his nipples which, of course, only made him fuck me harder. He was making a lot of noise as we fucked and even though my room was sound proofed I pulled him down to kiss him and silence him. My dark desires were starting to come out and I gripped his throat and squeezed hard. Some guys panic a little and find it too much but Ethan seemed to like being fucked hard and never once stopped me from throttling him as I fucked his ass. The more he moaned the more I squeezed his throat until he couldn’t breathe and he seemed to love every minute of it. I pulled him down on to the bed, positioning him on this back, and fucked him missionary. His eyes were fixated on mine, connecting at a primal level. He was delicious and the thought of converting him with my positive seed excited me far more than some anonymous fuck I would have otherwise met at a bar. “Breed me, Uncle,” he kept moaning as I rammed his cunt. I could feel my seed beginning to boil and very soon I knew I was close. “Do you want my seed you dirty little cunt” I growled as I felt my orgasm building. “Yes sir” he replied staring up at me. I was close but I felt Ethan actually clamp down on my cock as my cum exploded inside his negative cunt. Groaning loudly I pumped my deadly load inside him as Ethan pulled me down kissing hard, my cock twitching as it continued to pump seed in him. “Oh fuck” I moaned, the realisation that I’d just dumped a high viral load of cum inside my kin suddenly dawned on me. My nephew seemed almost joyous though and while we kissed all he could do was grin, “Thank you Uncle” he moaned. The damage was now done and I began to relax and felt it my duty to make sure he converted with someone he knew. We kissed for many minutes and even though I’d cum my cock remained hard and still inside my nephew. “Have you taken positive loads before?” I asked eventually breaking the kiss. “Yes, I’ve been cruising since I was 15 and I know I’ve taken undetectable loads before, but I know you are poisonous at this moment,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “And how do you know that?” I asked a little taken aback. “You told me on BareBackRT last week,” replying with a big grin. It suddenly dawned on me what he was talking about. I regularly hook up with guys on BBRT and just recently I’d been talking to a guy without a profile picture who said he was chasing and I told him how I loved to breed guys with or without their knowledge. I’d also said I had an infectious viral load right now, “You are Chaserboy?” I asked starring into my sexy nephew’s eyes. “Yes. You’re not mad are you?” he replied looking a little afraid. I paused a moment then a grin split my face and I forced my tongue back into his mouth. “No Ethan. I’m glad I could help you out,” I finally replied. We spent the next couple of hours fucking several more times. I also spent some time scratching his asshole, with the intent of ensuring he converted. After pumping my third load inside him with Ethan riding on top of me like some wild banshee, he collapsed on top of me, our bodies sweating profusely, breathing hard. I looked over at the clock. It was nearly 5:00 AM. “Listen Ethan you’d better go back to the lounge to get some sleep,just in case your mother gets up and finds you missing,” I suggested, staring at my sex crazed nephew. This had been a fucking awesome visit and I suspected I’d be using his body as my sex toy plenty more yet. I particularly wanted to explore his tolerance to pain. To be continued……..

slap him in the face - spit on him - verbally degrade him - piss on him or in his mouth - have him suck u naked in public (or not), with his pussy available 4 anyone to fuck and shit talk him as he is getting fucked. ….not that I have ever been on the receiving end of any of these 😉

Spit on my face. I wish more guys would do that to me (sub bottom).

[Author's Note: I've never really been interested in chasing/gifting fetish before so this is my first story; probably not that great. Lemme know how to improve. V] Why'd I do it? Fuck, I don't know. Maybe 'cause of who he was. Maybe 'cause of who I am. Whatever. But how'd it get started? Now that's easier to answer... That whole month, my life was shit. Had to quit my pharmacy-tech job before they worked out I was stealing, my dick landlord threw me out for the rent I owed him. So there I was, twenty-five year old guy, broke and on the street, pharmacology degree but no fuckin job. Well, I said on the street- I still had my van. An old black 80s heap, half rust, engine shot to hell. Found an old mattress in a dumpster and slung that in the back; that's where I slept, ate and drank as I tried to work out what to do. I'd been kicked out about a week when I parked down on Seventh, where the hipsters and the stoners hang out, trendy little coffee shops and expensive shitty little stores. Figured I'd sell what I had, y'know- mostly benzos and barbs, few hits of acid, MDMA, nothing special. Get that moving and I could look for a new place, new job. The van wasn't helping my prospects for picking up guys, either; the hottest dudes expect you to have a real apartment to screw in. So I parked the van in an alley near Seventh and Rose that evening at sunset, hung around by it looking for my regulars, anyone that'd buy the pills. And waited. No cops around, but the indie-kids and the stoners just weren't showing up. "Fuckin' hippies", I muttered to myself, when along comes this dark-haired young guy in a black Sunday-suit, smiling away, catches my eye and heads right for me and the van. Man, I was shittin' myself when I saw him coming- figured he was a cop for sure, one of those high-up agency guys with the initials for names. Was trying to decide whether to gun the van across the road or just run, when he takes a Bible out of his pocket. "Hi, I'm Mark!" he said brightly. "Could I talk to you about the Lord Jesus Christ?" What a fucking relief. Just one of those God-botherers, missionaries, whatever. I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off so I could pull some trade, when something changed my mind. Maybe it's how pissed off I was. Maybe it was the way he looked; about twenty, neat dark hair, suit all perfect, bright little shiny happy smile plastered across his face, while I had shit. So instead of cursing him out, I pulled it together.* "Why, sure, Mark!" I chirped in my best talking-to-the-Man voice. "I'm just heading home soon; why don't you sit in for a spell and we'll chat?" He looked a bit apprehensive staring at the van; that shiny little smile dimmed a little. But he must've been desperate for a sale or a convert or whatever-the-fuck you call 'em; I got in the driver's seat and he climbed in the passenger side. The alley was that dark, no-one on the streets could see in. So we got to talking; really he just jabbered on about salvation and prayer and shit like that, and I nodded and said "Uh-huh", a lot. Hell, I figured all that talking, he could use a drink. So I pulled two Cokes out of the back, and while he was flicking through his Bible, dropped a couple barbs in his can. Now, I don't know if you've ever tried phenobarbitol; they use it to kill unwanted pets, for Chrissakes. But with people, knocks them right out for hours at a time. I might be a drug-pusher and all-around-scumbag, but I know my shit; sat through enough medical lectures to get my pharm-diploma. Gave him just enough, calibrated for body-weight. One second he was jabbering on happily about God and Jesus and Moses, the next he was slurring his words and reeling until he slumped face down on the dashboard. "Perfect," I said as he passed out. "About time you shut the fuck up." I hauled him into the back of the van and put him on the old dumpster-mattress; I don't know what I had in mind at first; maybe stripping him and dumping him out in the alley naked. But I'd popped a couple octagons that evening; pink Brazilian speed that lights your circuits and gets your mind racing. So I called my buddy Rusty who works the night-shift at the local fetish bar, Saltire. "Hey Rusty," I did my best Southern drawl, "Guess what I got in this here van of mine." "You ain't got shit in your van but pills and stolen car stereos," he laughed.* "Guess again," I grinned. "Meet me round back, half an hour." I got the van grinding into gear and cruised round to Saltire; the disused parking lot round back, dark and deserted and covered in garbage. Rusty was waiting, already in uniform for his bar-shift; leather pants and chest-harness, studded boots. We're just buddies, Rusty and me- his whole smooth clean-cut college-boy look isn't my type. But that, and his red hair, drives the guys wild; most popular bartender at Saltire and he gets great tips. He smiled. "So whatcha got for me?" I opened the van's back doors; Mark the missionary was sprawled across the dirty mattress in his black Sunday suit and white shirt. "Fuckin' Christ!" Rusty roared with laughter. "You're even more screwed up than I thought." I shrugged- I was riding smooth on the speed. "Serves the asshole right for preaching at me when I'm working." I gave Rusty a sly look. "I know you like the first-timers; this guy deserves fucking up and I'm betting his cherry ain't been popped yet." Rusty licked his lips and his leather pants bulged outward; he was tempted. "Lemme see." He clambered into the van. "This heap is filthy," he muttered darkly. He rolled the boy over and had a look at his face; unbuttoned the shirt and checked out the body. "Fuck yeah, man- I'll do it, if he don't see me. But if you really wanna fuck him up, you should let the guys at the bar do him; they're as rough as it gets." "Sold," I laughed. "Your shift doesn't start til nine, and it's eight-thirty; go for it." Rusty helped me up into the van and closed the doors, clicked the light on and yanked down Mark's suit-trousers. He was still peacefully unconscious; I'd dosed him perfectly. Rusty grabbed a crusted jar of Vaseline out of my toolbox and unbuttoned the leather pants; I'd seen him hard before. Nothing special, but a nice looking cock, cut and about six and a half inches. He rubbed the Vaseline on himself and the kid's hole, then mounted up. "No kidding, this boy's a virgin for sure, no need for a rubber," he grinned, pushing his cock at the tight hole until it started to give. "Fuck!" he groaned as he got half-way in. "It's like it's squeezing me." He started sliding it in, wet and slippery, back and forth. "Aww yeah, nice and tight," he groaned again. He went at him in silence for a few minutes, slow and steady, then gave a loud moan as he spurted in the kid's virgin ass. He lay flat on him for a minute, then pulled out and wiped himself off. We both gazed at the suited figure, jacket pulled up, pants down, hole exposed, pink and moist. "I owe you one, dude. We gotta get the guys in on this," he said, panting. Then he tilted his head into the van. "He good for now?" "Two hours minimum," I answered. "Awesome," Rusty smiled. "I know just the guys." It was already hot and heavy when we got into Saltire a few minutes later. Black on the inside, chains hung from the ceiling; with the diagonal cross that gave the bar its name, mounted on the wall. Guys milled around, most in leather or rubber, talking here and there. It was still early, but plenty of talent on display. Rusty went straight up to a young bodybuilder in thick studded leather straps, murmured in his ear. Then a salt-and-pepper daddybear with grizzled hair all over. Then a skinny bald guy, middle-aged and wiry. They followed us out. Rusty had explained everything before he headed back inside for his shift. "Anyone got a problem with this?" I asked in the dark parking-lot. Felony date-rape wasn't a walk in the park; that's why Rusty had chosen the edgiest sleaziest guys he could find. The muscular young guy shook his head, so did the skinny dude and chain-hung bear. We all climbed into the van. Mark was still tapped out on the dirty mattress, ass in the air. "I'll go last," announced the skinny guy. No-one minded; maybe he liked sloppy seconds. The grizzled bear was first, quick and easy- a short stumpy cock and he shunted his load after a couple minutes into the kid's curvy butt, leaving without a word. The *built guy was different; pretty well-hung and thick, about eight inches, veined and uncut. The muscles in his ass and hips strained as he forced his dick into the young hole; the whole van shook as he held the kid down hard, pinning him like a wrestler. After a few hard deep thrusts it came out smeared with blood. He kept on screwing, deep as he could, whispering under his breath, "Yeah, take that raw cock," then spewed a thick load, half across the exposed back and half in the butt-crack. After the bodybuilder had fastened himself up and gone, I asked the skinny guy why he was last- he said, "You and Rusty and the other two are negative; I'm a poz dude." I laughed; Mark had a bigger surprise in store than a torn butthole. The skinny guy had a long thin rod that went in fast like a plunger and came quickly, buried deep and hard, grunting as he added his toxic juice to the mix. He excused himself and headed back inside; but he'd given me an idea. Alone in the parking lot with the dosed guy, I hit the message boards on my phone: "Newbie non-consenting hole needs raping; rough fuckers wanted, more hung and filthy the better." In half an hour I had five guys show up, wordless and waiting; they lined up by the van and took their turns one after the other, grunting and hissing as they climbed on the boy and went to town on his ass. One black dude had prison tattoos across his hands, a Hispanic one had a blade scar across his lip and slammed the kid's head against the mattress. These were the guys I needed, filthy sleazy fuckers to show up and dump their loads in Mark's rectum, to teach this clean-cut little kid the meaning of pain. None had washed in days from the smell; thick dirty cocks dripping with god-knew-what STDs. I'd saved the best for last; a tall bald muscular guy in his forties called Duke in plaid shirt and jeans; he'd advertised as being 'hung like a God'. You know how much that's worth online, specially with sleazy dudes; but when he opened his jeans I was speechless- it was more like a nightstick than a cock, had to be twelve inches, uncut and thick. By this time the Jesus-freak sprawled on the filthy mattress was a mess; suit covered in lube, shit and cum, pants and underwear torn, hole wide and leaking blood like an open pit. I'd had to dose him again to keep him under; no way would an awake person take this monster willingly. Duke looked at me appraisingly, giant cock hanging out- I gave him a quick suck before we got to business. I could barely manage the first couple inches, it was that big; but it tasted sour and salty and musky, dripping with pre-cum. Like cocks taste in dreams. "Who's the suit?" he growled.* "Some missionary kid," I shrugged my hair out of my eyes. "Does it matter?" "Not to me," he muttered. He wiped off the worst of the mess and positioned himself, greasing his club with the last of the Vaseline and aiming for entry. In one long smooth thrust he rammed it home; blood and grease and filthy spunk squirting around his dick as he fucked, hips like pistons, faint moans coming from the boy underneath; even unconscious, it had to be agonising. Duke's face was great to see; concentrating wholly on the task, the feeling as he buried his monster in the kid's guts. "Are you poz?" I asked, more to pass the time than as a serious question.* "Yeah," he answered between grunting thrusts. "Undetectable?" I asked hopefully. I had to admit I wanted to try that cock myself, if I could stay negative. Fuck, I was horny and high- it was messing with my inhibitions. He gave a short laugh, groaning harder as he got closer. "Nah, more like 300,000. Haven't cum in a week, either." Fuck- there went my chances of getting an awesome night of sex with Duke. I chuckled as I realised what a charged load the kid was getting, though. His ass flexed as he gave three last titanic rams, growling and grunting like an animal, dumping his thick toxic load in Mark's violated guts. My cock was hard as a rock just watching; I pulled it out and started to yank, unable to stop myself. Duke panted and withdrew, his footlong cock turning rubbery, leaning heavily against the inside of the van. He looked at me. "Your turn." I stopped jerking briefly. "Me? Nah- nearly a dozen guys have had his hole; probably half had high VL. Look, he's a mess." Duke put himself away but stared into my eyes intently, tucking in his plaid shirt. "You still want to. You want to be one of us. I can see it." He smiled cruelly. "You didn't get this kid drugged and rammed and ruined just for the fun of watching." I looked at the slumped figure on the cum-covered mattress, speed vibrating brightly in my head, and realised he was right. It was what I wanted more than anything, even if I couldn't admit it. Duke reached forward and took my dick in his hand; it was tender, almost paternal. I could feel the calluses on his palms. Gently he guided me down onto the stained bed, grinning widely as I gave myself up to the feeling. I aimed myself eagerly at that open cum-filled hole- it was a much bigger target than the tiny pink rosebud I'd offered Rusty hours ago. There was a thick squelch as I sank in deeply, the tenth guy taking this ass tonight, his muscles still hot and responsive, flexing around me. I was lost in it, lubed and slippery with the thick dirty cum of all the others. Duke's hands were warm on my back, urging me on; in minutes I came, squeezing the kid's cheeks together with my hands as the lube/blood/cum mix ran down his legs. It was an incredible feeling, better than I'd ever imagined; fireworks exploded in my head. "I bet you've been made, now," said Duke, rubbing his juice into my cock-head. "One of us." he was smiling like an idiot, and I realised I was as well. The speed was finally releasing its grip on me by 3am, and I'd tidied up Mark the Jesus-freak as best I could; surprisingly he didn't seem injured. Most of the mess wiped off; sure, he'd be sore for weeks, but no hospital needed- more than I'd expect for anyone on the receiving end of tools that big. He was coming to when I sat him down at the base of a tree in Hawthorne Park, groaning and clutching his rear. I whispered in his ear, "You spread the Word of God, boy? We've given you the Gospel of the Seed." I was up and gone by the time he opened his eyes and looked round. In two weeks, I'd sold off all my pills and got a new job as a pharmacy-tech at a private clinic in Cicero. Lax security procedures and all the drugs I could sell- rich lazy patients and fat paychecks. Life looked good. On my way down past the coffee shops, I caught sight of Mark, on his rounds, suited and strolling but looking flushed and groggy. Sure enough, he was fine- walking a little funny, but that was to be expected. I sat on the wall and waited patiently as he walked past; he glanced at me with no recognition- the barbs had made him forget it all. Suddenly he stopped and sneezed heavily, coughing and fumbling in a pocket. I passed him a pack of tissues. "Thanks!" he exclaimed with his old bright manner. "Flu, right?" I asked. "Yeah," he said thickly, blowing his nose. "Well, it's the season for it." I grinned widely and headed down on Seventh, to the docks where the hustlers plied their trade. Just like Mark, I was off to spread the Gospel.

The energy. I like the feeling of him fucking to cum - like he NEEDS to cum. Knowing that I am the one giving him that release, satisfies me. Then to feel him unload in me and feel the endorphins as he nuts. I can feel the change from frantic, animal lust to contentment, happiness, even giddyness. If I could bottle that, it would be my drug of choice. No better feeling for me than when he catches his breath, looks dreamily at me and says "That was amazing!". The fact that I can get that feeling a dozen or more times in a night, makes my own singular orgasm pale in comparison.

Keeps on getting hotter and hotter!

Part Twenty One My mind was gone. The drugs in my drink, the conditioning he had used and the fact that secretly I had lusted after Sammy all came crashing down at the same time. I worshiped his cock like a fucking slut, wantonly just slathering it with my tongue, moaning at it;s thickness, it's heat...just it's existence. He just watched, stood there with a smile, watching me debase myself trying to bring him pleasure. Why did this kid have this kind of power over me? What was it that made me buckle inside just looking at him. He put a hand on my head and I knew what was coming next. It was the exact thing I would have done, the exact lesson I would have taught. He pressed my head down on that cock and I readied myself to take it. His head pushed past my tongue and I resisted the urge to gag, knowing that wasn't going to help. He was going to force me to deep throat that monster and there was nothing I could do about it. It I choked, if I passed out, if I threw up it wouldn't stop it. He was going to fuck my throat and that was just the way it was. He was teaching me, showing me, that I didn't matter in this. That he didn't need me to suck him off or to work his cock, I was a hole, a warm hole for him to use and use it he would. I didn't get to complain, I didn't get to resist. I was alive to make that cock feel good. And like the fucking cum slut I had become I tried. I tried to accommodate this dick but it was impossible. It was physically impossible. His cock was just bigger than my mouth, so I just sat there as his cockhead hit the back of my throat and then started to push down it. I was panicking, just as so many others had when I did this. I couldn't breath, I felt like I was going to throw up and I began to trash around. His hand moved to my throat and stopped me. “Breathe through your nose or I will choke you out.” His voice was like steal but still had the friendly tones I associated with little Sammy Parker. He was literally threatening to choke the air out of me and he made it sound so pleasant, so welcoming that I stopped fighting. I took a few hesitant breaths through my nose but it wasn't enough. He kept pushing down my throat and there were spots in front of my eyes. I coughed and felt the world blink out for a moment. Every time I blinked I lost time until I passed out. I woke up on my back, my throat was raw and I felt out of breath. “Looks like we have something to work on,” Sammy remarked doing something on my desk. “Sorry,” I croaked, looking around for some water, there was a bottle on the nightstand so I took it and gulped most of it down. He chuckled. “Wow, you are going to feel that soon.” I looked at the water and realized it had been dosed too. My head was already spinning...fuck. “So...here we are,” he said putting something down and sitting on the edge of the bed. “I'm sorry,” I said, “I didn't mean...” He shook his head and put a finger over my lips, “Shhh....don't worry.” His kindness hit me like a truck and I felt my eyes water some. “It's time,” he said, just staring me in the face. “For?” “For you to ask me to fuck you.” My mind freaked out and I sat up and pulled back from him, “No...” His features didn't change, he just continued to stare at me. “Please don't fuck me Sammy...please...” He sat there, stroking his cock, “But why? You want it.” I shook my head, even fucked up I knew I didn't want this, “I'm not a bottom, please. I'll do anything you want...” “Who's the alpha?” I felt a pang of fear got through me as his words penetrated me, “You are, but please...” “You want this,” he said climbing up on the bed, straddling my chest, “You've wanted this since the moment you saw me.” His cock bobbed in front of him, the head inches form my lips, filling my whole world up. “I'm not a bottom...” I repeated, transfixed in that cock. “No, but then neither were the guys you fucked. Neither was I. But still...you fucked us...and we liked it.” I just kept shaking my head, forcing myself not to lick the tip. “You want this, but you're scared. That's reasonable. But we both know as soon as this is up your ass...you are going to beg me to do it every chance you get.” Part of me was terrified of that, if I let him fuck me...and I liked it...what would happen? I didn't want this...I needed to... “So we're going to do this,” he said, leaving over and grabbing something from the nightstand, “You're going to take this,” I saw he had a syringe in his hand. “And all your fears will vanish. Your resistance will fade and you will become the cock slut we both know you want to be.” I shook my head, trying to hold on. “It's going to happen, you can put your arm out or I will have the guys come in here, hold you down and I will inject you. Either way, you're taking this and I am fucking you.” My dick twitched a little but I ignored it, “What's in it?” “Does it matter?” he asked, “I've given you three doses so far and every time you seem to lose your mind. Remember how good you felt?” I did remember, that feeling of pure bliss, the way my mind just unfocused, even now panicking I could feel the memory of it and the strong desire to go back there. “Give me your arm,” he said again. My mind screamed at me not to do this. I wasn't a bottom, I wasn't a bitch. This wasn't me! But I couldn't look away from this cock and knew, deep down...I wanted it so bad. I looked up at him and he just smiled at me, as if he already knew my choice. “Give me your arm and just let go,” he said, “Let all your fears go away...and become what you know you want to become.” “W-what?” “My whore,” he said pushing his cock forward, the tip smearing precum over my lips, “My personal cocksleeve, the cunt I fuck the most.” His cock slipped into my mouth and my tongue automatically licked around it. “You were born for this...you can stop pretending...just let go.” The drugs were really kicking in and I could feel my resistance slipping. I did want this, the warm of his cock enticed me, lured me...god I wanted to worship this kid. I really started to work his cock and he grinned as he pulled it our of my mouth. “Nuh-uh. Only good boys get to play.” “I'm a good boy,” I said before I could stop myself. “Then give me your arm.” I looked at the needle and felt terror, and then looked to Sammy and just melted...he said something else but I didn't hear him, I just stuck my arm out. His smile widened as he grabbed a rubber strap and tied it around my bicep “Make a fist,” he said and I did, because he told me to. “You have great veins,” he remarked, “You've taken all these like a champ.” “Is that why I felt like shit” I asked as he tapped my arm. He nodded, “Yep, and you're going to feel even worse when this wears off.” “Wait..” I said but the needle was against my skin. “Shhh....it's ok. I won't let you suffer.” the needle pushed in and I closed my eyes and felt tears roll down my face. “You're gonna be my junkie slut, you're gonna want this so bad you'll be blowing the guys on the living room floor for a hit.” I felt the warmness enter my arm as my mind screamed at me. “Can't you imagine it? You...doing anything anyone wants just to get a hit? You're gonna be the prefect little drug whore.” The warmness moved up my arm and I could feel my body ready itself for the feeling. I was already addicted, and he was right. I was going to do whatever I needed to, because that was who I was now. “Please don't leave me...” I said, the fear in my voice. “Shh, shh...do what I say, and I'll always take care of you.” “Promise?” I asked as it hit my chest. “Always,” he said pulling the needle out as I fell through the bed. My mind exploded and it was like being surrounded by clouds. There was no fear, no pain, nothing. There was just this feeling...it was incredible. I moaned as I felt the bed under me, just the sheets making my body tingle. I looked up and there he was, my alpha, my man. My Sammy. He smiled down at me, “You want me to fuck you?” I nodded. “Say it for me.” There was a pause as something called out to me, I stopped to listen, it sounded like someone crying. “You want this,” he said slapping his massive cock against my face, “Right?” I smiled and felt my entire fucking body react. “Please fuck me Sammy...please....” He leaned down “Who's my little cum jock?” “I am,” I answered quickly, “I am....” He moved off my chest and grabbed a bottle of lube off the table. “Spread your legs.”

Bottom Latin boy here in DTLA IM IM INTERESTED

hedonist2018.....im in palm springs......hmu.....

My first was HIV, and it kept hiding behind false negative tests until it had become AIDS and came within hours of killing me. I had to have gotten it at camp, probably from any one of the dozens of men that bred me hunched over a picnic table in the dark. I’ll never know who it was, and I don’t need to. Since then, gono x3, chlamydia x2, syphilis once. All anal. Because when a Top says, “Take it!” it’s going up my cunt.

Thought I’d share mine.

Part 3 After the various men had left, the only one left was the first guy that had come in whom I assumed was like the leader or something. He just hummed to himself nonchalantly as he moved about his business. I just watched him with fear and loathing. "I suppose you're wondering exactly what your situation is #40," he said as he wheeled a contraption behind Billy. "Yes you no longer have a name, just a number. You're #40 and your friend is #41. That's how many slave boys I've gone through. And yes, thats what you are now, my property." He looked me in the eyes as he said these words, enjoying the fear he saw in them. "You see, I have a little underground busines selling boys to satisfy the nasty desires of men. So yea, you're not only a slave now, but a whore too. At least you will be after tonight." He chuckled as he lined up the contraption to Billy's ass. It was a machine with a long pole and a large dildo attached to the end. He placed the tip of the fat, fake cock right at Billy's puffy, red hole. "You're friend here is already officially a whore now. Those men last night paid some good money for a first timer. Tonight is your turn." He said, placing headphones over Billy's ears. A tear rolled down my cheek as I shuddered. "This is going to help break your friend into his new position. The headphones have a repeating loop telling him he's a whore now. A worthless faggot cumdump slave. A slave who will crave cock and cum. A slave who will crave pain and degradation. A slave who will serve any man he's sold too." He removed the metal spreader from Billy's mouth and Billy moaned in pain as he closed his jaw for the first time in hours. "Why?" Billy croaked, barely able to speak. "Why us? Please let me go." he cried. "Oh there's no leaving here #41, unless I sell you once you're of no more use to me, or I dispose of you because you're so damaged I can't even do that. Although I always seem to be able to find a buyer. There's always someone wanting a boy to fufill their ultimate darkest fantasies. The slave I just sold went to a couple in New York. They're particularly cruel and he will suffer greatly before he meets his end." Fresh tears rolled down both our cheeks as we listened to our fates. The man just laughed as he picked up another needle and administered it to Billy. Billy went rigid and coughed again as the man pushed a button on the headphones, then walked to the contraption, flipping a switch. The machine kicked on and started plunging the fake cock deeply and harshly in and out of Billy's already sore and ravaged hole. Billy howled as this new torture was inflicted on him. "That should really bust his cunt open. A few hours of this and he won't even know what world he's in anymore. See you in a few hours, sluts." With that the man left. Billy sobbed and wailed as his abused ass was plundered relentlessly. Unlike a man, the machine kept a steady, unwavering pace, shoving what had to be 9 inches all the way in before withdrawing to the tip, forcing the flared head constantly past Billy's puffy, red sphincter, lubed only with cum and blood. I could only hang there and watch my friends torture, fearing my own. I have no idea how long it went on, hours for sure. Billy's sobs eventually became grunts, then nothing as his ass was pulverized beyond feeling. After what seemed like an eternity, the man and Earl finally returned. Ignoring Billy, they started to finally unstrap me. I fell off and into their arms, unable to controll my numb extremeties. They removed the gag and let me down to the floor. I lay there moving my jaw for a few moments before I started to try to crawl toward the door saying "Fuck You!" to the men. They just laughed as Earl landed a hard kick into my balls with his steel toed boots. I doubled over in pain as the two men each grabbed an arm and dragged me across the floor, my bare skin scraping along the cement. They picked me up and placed me on my back in a leather sling, quickly strapping me in, legs in the air. The man grabbed a needle and tied my arm off. I wept knowing this was the end. Earl dropped his pants and spit on his big, hard cock, lining it up to my asshole as the man inserted the syringe, pushed the plunger, and released the band. WHOOSH!!! A wave of electricity flew threw my body as my brain exploded and my lungs seized up, eliciting a deep, wracking cough. The Earl grabbed my thighs and mercilessly plunged his fat, black cock into me. "AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGG" I screamed as a searing pain unlike any I had felt before ripped through my soul. My head thrashed from side to side as my ass burned like it was on fire. "Damn, this is my favorite part of my job!" exclaimed Earl. "Being the first to rip open a young white boy and hear him scream for the first time! The blood is the best!" I knew what he meant, that my asshole was bleeding from being torn apart. I just sobbed and wailed as Earl pounded me as hard as he could. After what felt like an eternity to me, he buried himself as deep as he could and went ridged as he pumped his cum deep inside me. "Feel that boy? Feel that cock spurting deep in your slave cunt? Thats poz cum slut! The same poz cum that shot into your friend yesterday!" I cried as this new realization dawned on me. Although at this point it should have been no surprise. Earl just pulled out and moved to my head, grabbing it. I could see blood and cum coverering his semi hard cock. "Clean it off slave! And don't even THINK of biting it or I will crush your balls with a sledgehammer!" I shook, knowing he meant it, and took his dirty cock in my mouth, trying not get sick as I sucked it clean. The man then entered my burning hole, and pounded me deep and hard. "Call me Master boy! That's my name to you. Master or Sir! Thank me bitch for fucking your slave whore cunt!" I refused and Earls grabbed a riding crop and started hitting my cock and balls as hard as he could till I acquiesced. "Yes Master!" I screamed through my tears. "Thank you Master! Thank you for fucking your whore Sir!" "Thats better slave! You will learn! I will break you, just like I will break your friend, just like I've broken EVERY slaveboy I have captured!" He snarled as he pumped a second load deep in my guts. He too made me clean off his dirty cock. Again I have no clue how many men fucked me that first night, I just know it went on for hours. After my second shot my moans of pain became moans of pleasure. In my fucked up state the cocks raping me started to feel good. I was almost sad each time one pulled out and I felt empty. Oh god, I really WAS a faggot slave whore!

My neighbor is a cop. He has fucked me in uniform a few times.... Fucking love it. Love army too. Have been fucked by army men but never in uniform

We took the cab that was parked outside the bar . During the ride, Sir took my hand and put it over his bulge… He liked the way I was squeezing his hard cock… The taxi stopped in front of a grey building… Nice area…. He told me to stay with the cab driver and he went inside the heavy iron. The driver gave me a lazy look from his mirror. Our eyes met. In his 50’s, grey moustache. Probably Turkish, because he asked me something in that language… I answered in English and that was all… no more talk… No idea if he knew I was high from sex and drugs… Most of the times I can hide my condition easily… I hoped I did a good job not showing the adrenaline of the chems … and my need to get fucked was not that obvious …. The Norwegian came back… He was only absent for five minutes… In my time zone it looked like an hour…. He said to the driver to take us to another address… Put my hand again back to his fly… it was open this time… I took his thick uncut cock in my palm.. thick… and the foreskin like velvet…. He put his hand on my neck and pushed me head down… I should have worried about the driver… or if someone would have seen me sucking Sir’s cock… But the driver seemed to be ok with the whole scene and the glasses of the car were dark enough…. I started to suck… Sir was hard… at one point I felt his piss floating my mouth… I didn’t waste any drop of his chem piss… I started to feel the light buzz… I was kept on blowing him… He was giving me instructions how to take him down to the root… He seemed to enjoy gagging my throat… He asked me if I wanted a nice thick Turkish cock in my ass…. My moaning of pleasure was exactly the answer he wanted to hear… I was sucking him for more than ten minutes (whatever time zone)… And suddenly the taxi stopped… Sir held my from the neck… “Stay”, he said. I kept on sucking… I heard the driver’s door open and then the door from my side… From the corner of my eyes I saw we were parked in a deserted parking lot behind an empty factory… I felt a finger poking my hole… Sir took me at the edge of the back seat without removing his cock from my mouth…I got comfortable on my knees… Sucking Sir and offering my ass to the Turkish Taxi Driver… I felt his thick cut cockhead rubbing my ass ring and then went right in… His breath got short when he realized that he was sliding in an already cummy ass… It was the first time I was getting fucked by a Turk and hearing him telling me in his own words how he loves to fuck sluts like me… and he was going to plant his seed in me like a whore… Sir gave me some poppers… I needed them… Although my hole was well fucked the driver’s cock was way too thick… Loved it… The Driver took also some of the poppers that Sir gave him and then started to increase his speed…. “Take his load whore” … Sir whispered to me… And the seed I took… The Taxi Driver gave my a last thrust and then with heard him losing his breath while he unloaded in my ass…. And then he stayed in… “Piss in him” Sir ordered the driver… I felt his piss warming my hole… Taxi driver started to laugh… and kept on pissing… “You better not let any of that piss leak on the car seat”… Sir told me in a harsh voice, making sure that I should not misunderstand his command… Taxi driver took a paper towel and cleaned himself… while I went away behind a corner and let all the piss and cum out of my hole… Like a dog… How low can I get… I silently asked myself… but the animal in me that was still hungry… I went back to the car… Sir and the driver were smoking a cigarette talking like buddies from the Army or something.... I got back in the back seat and then Sir got back next to me… “Thank your fucker in your native language… He wants to make sure that you are not Turk”… So I said in Greek “You were a Good fucker… Thank you for giving me your load…” The Driver laughed… and then he said “Kalimera” I laughed… It is the Greek word for “Good morning”… Yes, indeed the morning has started just fine with a load and a piss from a Turk taxi driver and I am on my way to the sauna where I will be probably gangbanged and surely slammed with more chems… True… A Kalimera… People were going to their offices… riding their bikes… driving their cars… A day in a life… Living the life of common people… The life so many songs are singing about… and me… Where am? Where do I go? Why I am here, in the back seat of a taxi driver who has just fucked me and why am I sitting next to a guy whose thick cock I hold in my hand like a dove? Why do I not end the night that became a day and I intend to make it till afternoon … without sleep, asking for more cum more piss more chems? When does this all end? When do I say that’s enough? When enough is enough? Is there ever enough for me? Some questions are not going to be answered… And if there is an answer I am not going to give it today… Not while the taxi takes me to my next destination… there where my Norwegian Master wants me to be... But somehow I feel like a lamb… aiming for a holy sacrifice… another kind of Iphigenia… only this time the temple is going to be a bath house… and my altar will be a sling… or a fuck bench… both will do… Sir seems to read my mind… “Boy… don’t put logic behind things… I see you struggle … Your mask works well with the others… not with me… Trust me and you are not lonely in this… “ “Sir, I will say it only once… Cumdumps get lonely… that is true… But what is another undeniable truth is that even Tops and Masters get lonely… That is why I am still in the back seat of this taxi… You are as lonely as I am and maybe even lonelier...” He looked at me… Poker face… He could have given me a punch… He could have me thrown out of the taxi… Instead he kissed me… Like he cared… Like he loved… “Too much logic…. You’ll need stronger doses when I ‘ ll slam your veins in the sauna… “ he said…