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I recently took a new job and while the company is located in my current city, the office is located on the far other side of town. There is no easy (or quick) way to get from my old apartment to the new company, and so I moved to a shiny new apartment after Thanksgiving. The move puts me an easy walk from the office, but it had the side benefit of putting me within walking (or stumbling, depending on how much alcohol I've had!) distance of one of the city's best-known all-male 'fitness' clubs. While I had certainly heard about this place, its distance from my old apartment made it impractical for me to visit. Besides, there was a bookstore with booths and an adult movie theater near my old pad, and I used to frequent those. I had lots of luck there, too. On a typical Friday or Saturday night, I could count on going home with at least two and usually five or six loads in my hole. In all the years I've visited those places, I've never really cared about my HIV status, but I got tested two or three times a year and was always surprised when the results came back negative. You see, I'm a total cumdump slut. I prefer my encounters to be anonymous and raw, and once a cock is in my ass it isn't allowed to pull out until it has filled me with its load. I was always satisfied with my visits to the spots close to my old apartment, but I had heard the stories of the club near my new place. Tales ran rampant of guys leaving there with 20 or 30 loads in a single night, of bottoms spending hours in slings with lines of tops waiting their turns to use them, and of huge bareback orgies that lasted all night. I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't wondered about this place. I'd be an even bigger liar if I said that it wasn't one of the reasons I selected my new building when I moved! So, first chance I got, I went to check it out. My first visit was on a Friday night in early December, about a week and a half after I moved to the area. I was determined to get unpacked and settled in my new apartment first, so I could throw myself headlong into trying out what I hoped would be my new nightly haunt. I walked the quick 10 minutes to the club, and as I turned the final corner I was shocked to see a huge line waiting outside the door. It was only 10:00 pm! There must have been fifty or sixty guys waiting to get in, of all different ages and races and builds. My hole twitched involuntarily at the thought of this testosterone smorgasbord, but I couldn't help but wonder if I would get in. Two huge attendants in muscle shirts stood outside, patting down each customer before letting them through the doors. They weren't turning anyone away or making people wait, so I assumed the club must not have been at capacity and eagerly got in line. There was a couple in front of me in line, both average built guys in their early 30s. One had his hand discreetly down the front of his partner's pants, and I could see the movement of his hand gently stroking up and down. They smiled at me and we struck up a conversation. "I'm new here, haven't been before," I said. "Is it always this busy?" "Not always," said the guy stroking his partner's cock. "It gets busy, especially on weekends, but December is a special month." "Oh?" I asked. His partner chuckled. "You'll see," he said, a knowing grin on his face. The two of them turned to face the front of the line and he slid his hand down the back of his partner's jeans. Mercifully, the wait was not long. I got to the door and one of the attendants patted me down. Feeling the bulge of my little brown bottle in my pants pocket, he stopped and pointed. "Take that out," he ordered." I complied, and satisfied at what he saw, he motioned me through the door. The inside of the club was exactly as I expected. It was dark, the walls painted black. A rope of blue neon circled the room just below the ceiling, and black lights mounted in the recessed ceiling fixtures made the whites and fluorescents worn by some of the customers stand out. Loud music thumped in my ears as I proceeded to the desk, where a slender, hairless twink in a thong addressed me. "Here for the evening?" I nodded. "Locker or room?" I opted for a room, paid, and received the key. As I made my way to the third floor, I passed dozens and dozens of men, all milling about in a frenzy of color and dark under the black lights. My room was located down a narrow, dimly-lit hallway. Several of the other room doors were open as I walked past. A few were empty, and in others there were men sitting around, talking. It felt odd. Only in one room did I see any action going on. An older, chubby guy was ass up on the bed, with two younger guys spit-roasting him. The top who was fucking him gave his ass a mighty slap, so hard that I heard the smack over the constant beat of the music. He didn't skip a beat - the old man kept sucking the other guy while the top continued to pound his ass. Reaching my room, I unlocked the door and went inside. I shut the door long enough to strip down and hide my belongings in the combination-controlled drawer in the nightstand. Then I opened the door, took a big huff from my brown bottle, and climbed onto the bed on all fours with my ass facing the door. I was determined to make the most of this visit, and hoped that a passerby would be attracted inside by my pink fuckhole. Not two minutes had elapsed before I felt a hand softly caressing my ass. A finger found my hole and slipped easily inside. This was it, I thought, and I steeled myself for what I hoped would be a rough anonymous fuck. But instead, a face appeared in front of mine - the bottom from the couple who had been in front of me in line. "Hi there!" he shouted over the music. "Mark loves your hole. Normally he'd fuck you while I watch, but there's something downstairs you're not going to want to miss!" Intrigued, I stood up. Both he and Mark were naked. I could see now that Mark had a gorgeous 7-inch soft cock dangling between his legs. My hole twitched again as I thought of that cock pressing its way deep into my guts. But before the fantasy could go any further, his partner spoke again. "I'm Mark," shouted Mark's partner with a smile. "We're 'the Marks'." "Hi!" I shouted over the music. "I'm Jay." "Come with us!" Mark yelled, and the other Mark motioned us out the door. We walked back the way I had come, down the hallway and back down the stairs to the main floor. The three of us were naked, and I could see we were not alone. Most of the guys there had shed their clothes. I was surrounded by all manner of manmeat, from the short and thick to the long and slender. White cocks, Black cocks, Hispanic cocks. Some shaved clean and some almost lost in the pubes that surrounded them. A cornucopia of cum. And I wanted it all. Bottom Mark grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd, chasing after Top Mark. We turned a corner into a large, open room, and I stopped and stared in amazement. A man dressed like Santa Claus sat on an elevated chair in the middle of the room. Some men sat on the steps at his feet, others crowded around him. Still more lined the walls. Almost all were naked. I grabbed Bottom Mark's arm. "Who is that?" I asked. Mark grinned. "That," he said, "is Santa Poz. You're going to want to meet him." "Santa -?" I stammered. Mark simply nodded in reply, a mischievous grin on his face. "Come on, I'll introduce you!" Not sure what to make of the scene, I followed Mark through the crowd toward this man on his throne. He was naked from the neck down save for his big, black boots. His long white beard rested on a solid daddy belly. Top Mark stood next to him, bent over and saying something in his ear. Santa Poz nodded and Mark scanned the crowd, found Bottom Mark and me, and motioned us over. Nervous but curious, I followed Bottom Mark over to where this man was sitting. "He's known as Santa Poz because he has a 100% hit rate. If he gifts you, it takes. Every Thanksgiving he goes off his meds and lets his viral count climb. By December first, he's ready. He gifts one bottom a day through Christmas Eve. Twenty-four guys a year." As we drew closer, I saw a huge slab of man meat protruding from his lap. No wonder he had so much success! He probably tore apart every hole he fucked. I kind of wanted to see what it felt like to have suck a massive member buried in my guts. Top Mark leaned back over to speak to Santa Poz, motioning to me. "This is Jay!" he shouted. Santa gave me a silent nod of acknowledgement, then motioned for me to turn around. I slowly pivoted 360 degrees, letting him ogle my body, and returned to face him. He smiled, then stood and raised his arms, motioning for everyone to be quiet. His cock hung two thirds of the way down his thigh. It was at least 10 inches soft, and almost as thick as my forearm. It was framed by two huge, hairless balls. The music stopped and the crowd parted. A king-size sleigh bed appeared in the doorway, pushed by the two Marks who had somehow slipped out of my sight as I was modeling for Santa. Casters were mounted to the underside of the bed frame, and they rolled it through the crowd and stopped in front of the throne. Then Santa spoke. "Friends," he began, "you all know why we're here. Each night in December, I offer one man the opportunity to join the poz brotherhood." Wait, WHAT? My mind started spinning. Surely he didn't mean me! Yet he pointed to me. "I have selected this man to receive my gift, should he wish to receive it." I was reeling now. Was this happening spontaneously, or had the Marks singled me out in line? Did I fit a particular type that this Santa Poz preferred? What the hell was I doing?!?!?! I had resigned myself long ago to the idea that I would eventually become poz, but this was so explicit, so in-your-face, that I simultaneously felt titillated and repulsed. I couldn't think clearly. I wanted that cock to split me open, to tear my asshole and leave me a gaping, cum-dripping puddle of sweat in the middle of that bed. But I had never - in all my years of taking raw, anonymous cock - ever knowingly taken a poz load. Could I? I felt every eye in the room on me. Everyone watched and waited for my response. I looked at the two Marks, then at Santa Poz, and that huge slab of man meat hanging between his legs. I was torn, I was confused. And then my body began moving toward the bed, as if I were being guided by an invisible hand. Was this really happening? Was I about to go through with this? I climbed on the bed. The crowd cheered and applauded. The two Marks were grinning wildly. Santa Poz had a look of contentment on his face. "Let us prepare this man to receive my gift!" he cried, and the cheers and applause grew louder. Once on the bed, I assumed the ass-up position, offering my hole to this man with the huge cock and the balls full of toxic cum. Top Mark approached with a bottle of lube that had a nozzle screwed on in place of a cap. Inserting the nozzle into my hole, he proceeded to empty the contents of the bottle into my rectum. Next, Bottom Mark picked up a rather large plug from under Santa Poz's throne. He came to the other side of the bed and set it down next to me. Each of them then produced a small brown bottle and simultaneously held one under each of my nostrils. I inhaled until I couldn't inhale any longer. My head swam from the effects, but I exhaled and took another hit anyway. At that point I felt pressure on my hole, and assumed that Bottom Mark was inserting the plug. I glanced back, only to see the plug still on the bed beside me. Was this Santa Poz? No, he still sat on his throne, watching these men prepare me for him. I felt a searing pain in my hole and knew what the pressure was. A brush. They were scratching up my insides to make sure his gift took. Bottom Mark offered me a brown bottle again and I inhaled mightily as Top Mark began to work the brush in and out. My hands gripped the bed sheet as I endured this onslaught. After just a few moments, he was done, and Top Mark removed the brush from my hole. He held it up to show the crowd, and they cheered. Then he placed it within my view, and I saw that it was a standard-looking bathroom brush, about four inches across. The normally white bristles were red with my blood. Lube dripped from it as he placed it on the floor beside the bed. The crowd began to chant. "Santa Poz! Santa Poz!" The brown bottles appeared under my nose again, and I took two more long deep breaths. My head was swimming and my poor scratched up hole was throbbing, and I hadn't even gotten to the main event. Bottom Mark inserted the plug next. It felt larger than it appeared, and my hole spasmed a bit around its girth. He slowly worked it out, then slid it back in until my sphincter slammed shut on the base. Over and over he continued, until my hole had loosened to the point where he could move the plug in and out with ease. Then the crowd went quiet. Another hit on the brown bottles, and I felt the pressure of another body on the mattress. He pushed my ass down so I was laying on my stomach, my legs together as he straddled them. This was the first time I noticed that despite all the poppers, my cock was rock-hard. I felt the wetness of my precum on my stomach as I pressed into the mattress. "Spread your ass," Santa Poz ordered me, and I complied. I heard the click of a lube bottle, then a few drops dripped onto my ass as he slathered his giant shaft. Then it was time. He shifted on the bed to line up, and positioned that massive missile over my already-abused hole. I was breathless in anticipation. He was gentle at first, working the head of his cock into my ass. I opened easily and my hole greedily consumed it. He rested like that for a moment, gently rocking on his knees with just the tip of his shaft inside me. Then without warning, he plunged balls-deep into my tight, sore ass. Every last inch was suddenly and unexpectedly inside me. I screamed in pain. I writhed in pain. I tried futilely to get away from the burning, searing torture he had brought upon me. The two Marks held me in place as Santa Poz leaned forward and placed a hand on each of my shoulders, pressing me into the bed. With that, he began to work his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out and stretching my hole like it had never been stretched. Once he had me held in place, the two Marks brought the brown bottles back to my nostrils, and after a few more whiffs I was able to begin relaxing. The fucking was relentless. This man's cock was easily 13 inches long and eight or nine inches around. It filled me like I have never been filled before or since. The head of his cock may have bounced off my diaphragm for all I know. I could neither think nor speak with that monstrosity inside me, and I was only vaguely aware that the crowd now surrounded the bed, watching and cheering and yelling as I submitted to my fate. A few times, he backed almost the entire way out before slamming balls-deep again, and for a brief moment each time, everything went dark. Finally, Santa Poz leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "It's time for your Christmas gift." I was surprised to find that I was sad this amazingly intense experience was coming to an end, and that I was oddly excited for the outcome. Almost automatically, I replied, "I want your poz gift, Santa. Please give me my gift!" A few more mighty thrusts, and he froze. His hips bucked as he pumped his toxic seed deep inside me. When he finished, he collapsed on my back, panting. The crowd cheered. It was all so surreal to think that I was now almost certainly poz. But somewhere in my clouded mind there came a sense of relief that it was done, that I knew it was done. The waiting was over. Santa Poz finally got up, his now flaccid but still huge cock sliding slowly out of me. I felt a sudden sense of disappointment; my hole felt oddly and sadly empty after having been so full. He walked to the head of the bed to show me his cock. It was covered in lube and cum and yes, my blood as well. I leaned forward and took what I could into my mouth, then ran my tongue back and forth along his shaft, cleaning it off as best I could. I savored the taste of his fluids and mine mixed together with the sweetness of the lube. As I slowly regained my composure, Bottom Mark appeared again, this time with an even bigger plug than before. "Keep this in for the rest of the night," he advised, as he worked it into my gaping hole. I suddenly felt full again. He helped me to my feet and then he and Top Mark escorted me back to my room. I thought briefly about offering to blow them both in thanks for the evening, but I was exhausted. I got dressed, and they walked me out of the club and put me into a cab for the short ride home. I vaguely remember some of the club patrons coming up to me as we exited, congratulating me and telling me how hot it was to watch me get pozzed. By the time I got home it was nearing 4:00 am. I stumbled into my apartment and collapsed on my bed, where I had a deep and dreamless sleep until 2:00 the next afternoon. When I awoke, the plug was still inside me from last night and my hole had started to tighten up again, so it took some effort to get it out. When it emerged with a "pop!," a puddle of cum and lube and blood gushed out of my hole and onto the bathroom floor. I cleaned up the mess and then, assuming they had meant for me to keep it as a souvenir, I washed off the plug and placed it in my nightstand. Then a long, hot shower and a cup of coffee to wake me up. I looked at the clock; it was almost 5:00. Time to grab some food and get ready to go back to the club. "I wonder who will receive Santa's gift tonight?" I thought to myself. One thing was for certain: I would not miss being in the audience to watch tonight! It's been two and a half months since I met Santa Poz, and I got the call today. His success rate remains steady at 100%.

The first fucking I got at the nude campground sure set the tone for all the rest of the weekend. Some friends of mine liked going to this gay, nude campground and they were always talking about all the "fun" there was to be had at it. Well, it didn't take much convincing on their part before I was begging to go the next time, so the next holiday weekend (I think it was July 4th) we went. It was a very interesting and very liberating experience. Everyone just walked around nude during the day and lounged by the pool, etc. With a few occasional excursions into the woods for some sex. I just viewed it as a way to see everyone's equipment before hitting on them. There was this one couple that I was sort of drawn to-- one had a biker, leather look and one was very clean shaven. The biker had a fu-manchu biker stache, furry chest, and a thick cock with some low hangers. His partner was taller, thin, smooth, and had a dick that was enormous! (It's always the tall, thin ones, isn't it?) Anyway, I made sure I hung out and drank with them all day (when I wasn't hanging with my friends). Then evening rolled around... and that's when the fun began. The whole campground sort of parties in the evenings, and there is a lot of drinking. They make a special lemondade that will knock you on your ass if you aren't careful. And I wasn't careful. Boy did I get hammered! And the drunker I got, the more blatantly I flirted with the couple. Eventually I learned that they had a portable sling set up, and that they'd be more than willing to take turns fucking my hole, so I wandered off with them, while my friends watched me go. They knew what was cumming. Once at the sling, we all got to playing. I was kneeling and taking turns sucking their cocks, and they were working my nips and we all were having a grand old time. Then they put me in the sling. Biker guy kneeled and started tonguing the hell out of my ass, while Big Dick was feeding my mouth his enormous cock. He grew to about nine inches when all was said and done. Biker Guy wasn't bad either, at a respectable thick 7 inches... with a big head. Then came time for fucking. Big Dick was still fucking my mouth, but somehow he produced a bottle of poppers and he began feeding them to me like a good host. Biker Guy lubed up and said, "I'm gonna fuck you for awhile first, to get you opened up for that monster, ok?" I nodded my consent. Another snort of poppers and I feel his raw cock start to enter my ass. It felt fucking incredible. He sets up a fuck rhythm and the sling is swaying, helping him penetrate as far into my ass as possible. All the while I was working Big Dick's cock with my mouth. After ten minutes or so, Biker Guy says, "This is a sweet ass- you about read for a turn Paul?" Paul (Big Dick) pulls out of my mouth while Biker pulls out of my ass. And I gotta admit, I'm a bit nervous about Paul's dick size. But I'm also drunk and flying on poppers. What the fuck, right? Paul somehow produces a condom, and starts rolling it on his impressive tool. Biker sees me watching and says, "He's poz, so he's gonna wrap before fucking you... house rules." Biker and Paul switch positions, and Biker Guy starts feeding me poppers while Paul is lubing and trying to work his cock up into a fully hard state again. I start sucking Biker and Paul starts nosing that big cock around my ass. Unfortunately he is having a devil of a time getting hard enough to get in my hole, and he's losing erection by the moment. We try this for while longer, but it just isn't working. Paul suggests switching again, so they do. Bike Guy's cock feels incredible in my ass again, and I'm loving feeling Paul's ginormous rod get hard in my mouth. After another ten minutes of fucking, Bike Guy says, "I can't hold out much longer... I'm gonna lose my nut." Paul is encouraging his partner to cum and moves around to watch. "Where do you want the load, man?" I barely have enough time to say "in me" before he's painting my guts with his load. It feels incredible, as I can feel every twitch of his fat knob in my ass. "Your turn, Paul." Biker Guy says while pulling out. "You really need to get in there and churn my cum." Biker Guy excuses himself and goes into their cabin to get a towel and beers, and Paul is standing next to me, starting to roll on another condom. I reach down, and gently stroke his dick and roll the condom off his head. "Fuck me, man" I beg him. "Shove that big fucker in me raw." John wouldn't want that-- besides, I'm poz man." "I know. And I'm telling you to fuck me. You can always pull out before you cum." Paul looked at me with lust in his eyes, stepped around to my ass, lubed up, and told me to get ready. I poppered up and prepared for the assault. Fuck did he have a massive fucking cock! He shoved that giant, raw cock into my ass all at once causing me to cry out in pain. This brought John out of the cabin and back to the action. "What's going on here-- you finally gettin' some of that hot hole, Paul?" John was hard again, and stood next to my face so I could suck his fat prong. John took over feeding me poppers while Paul fucked the SNOT out of my ass. He was using the sling to full penetration advantage, and it was about all I could take. Thank goodness my moans and grunts were stifled by John's dick, or the whole campground would have heard us. The entire time Paul is fucking me, John is coaching him, telling him to fuck my hole, to churn the cream that's already in my guts, to wreck my hole with his meat, etc. It's very hot. Then John says, "Paul's gettin' close to nutting-- I can tell by his face. Where you want it, man?" I looked up at him through my popper and drunken haze and said, "In me." "You heard the man, Paul. Breed this cunt's hole!" Paul closed his eyes and shoved in hard. I could feel all nine rigid inches throbbing inside me and I knew he was shooting his toxic spunk inside me. DEEP inside me. While Paul is cumming, John is jacking furiously and wandering toward my ass. He let Paul finish, then tells him to move. I feel that big fucking cock pull out of my ass, and then feel John shove in hard and start loading my sloppy ass again. Paul went inside while John finishes squirting in my butt. When John finally pulls out, he looks at me and says, "Well, THAT oughta get your weekend started right. Three cumloads in your ass." I asked John if Paul was gonna be in trouble for not using the condom. He said, "Nah. We always start off using the condom, but if the bottom pig begs for it raw... well, we give him what he wants. House rules." Paul and John tagged my ass several more times that weekend... as did about ten other campers.

Okay so I guess yesterday I was really horny and being a slut. At lunch time I met up with my friend at the bookstore and he fucked me raw, came in me, while guys on both sides were watching through windows. After he left a couple more came into my booth. So then I took a break and a friend was supposed to come over but he decided he was too tired. So I heard one of the bath houses was open 24 hours during a weekend. So I went got a room was in the bed on a sling in the dark room and got fucked raw a few times. So it was 2:00 a.m. and I thought I should be going home so I packed up and when I left there were guys going into the theater next door. This theater has a dark room in the basement can't see anything. So I stripped down and got on all four on a bed platform kind of thing and took raw loads. I must have taken seven or eight and I couldn't see who was breeding me. By the time I got home it was all running down my legs and I felt like a total slut. I may do it again tonight!

Part 6 I walked down the block, leaving my car in the fenced parking lot. It was a rainy night, but even this much rain couldn’t wash away the grime in this neighborhood. I huddled into my jacket, uncertain if I was going the right direction. My feet were already soaked with the cold rain. Just go home. I stopped at the end of a long stretch of fences. This was it. The small building standing alone. The open door was spitting out blue, pink and purple light. There weren’t any lit signs, but Grant had told me there would’t be. I saw a couple people go inside. They didn’t look nervous, just walked right in. And I was a little relieved that I couldn’t see their faces. No one would seè me going in. Not that I expected to know friends from school or my family to be around here. I went in. Grant was standing to the side of a small counter. “Hello, pig boy. You made it this time.” He’d been calling me ‘pig boy’ on the phone for the past two weeks. “Yeah,” I said, feeling embarrassed. I was supposed to come last weekend, but had talked myself out of it and gave Grant some lame excuses the next morning. “Don’t disappoint me again or we’re done here,” he’d told me. I knew tonight was make or break. Grant looked at the attendant standing next to him at the counter. “I’ve got him covered.” “Sure, boss.” Grant lead me through a doorway covered in black plastic fringe. It was like walk-in through a magic mirror. Inside was an open space with bands of colored light that created a patchwork of brightly lit and darkly shadowed spaces. But what blew me away was the small crowd of naked men milling around. Grant steered me to the right, into a locker room. He opened a locker and had me put everything into it before he locked it up. I was left wearing the blue jockstrap he’d told me to buy, and my favorite blue sneakers. “You’re even hotter in the light,” he said admiringly, running one rough hand across my smooth chest. I felt an odd mix of embarrassment and elation. I wasn’t used to guys admiring me like this. Sure I’d been told I looked good, but Grant said it in. a different way that made me feel really sexy. I felt more at ease standing here mostly naked. A cute ginger came around the corner of a row of lockers. He was wearing a red jockstrap and red sneakers. He was probably around my age, fresh faced with a big grin, but stockier than me. His skin was pale, but he had muscles like a young football player. He wasn’t as defined as me, but. He looked like a powerhouse. “Hey, Grant.” “Hello, Wil.” He introduced us. “Follow Wil onto the floor. He knows the lay of the land here. I gotta check on the sound system — it doesn’t sound right.” “Sure.” Grant was gone, and I suddenly felt uncertain what to do. Wil was standing there with a big grin on his face, hands casually on his hips in a power stance. He looked really hot, and it was good to finally have someone my age around for ….. well, whatever this was gonna become. No one at the bookstore had been my age, and I expected the same here at the club. But here was Wil, which was making me feel less anxious. “So this is your first time here?” He asked in a friendly tone. I nodded. “Grant bring you in?” I nodded again. Why am I so nervous? I must seem like a standoffish dick. “How long you been coming here?” I asked. “Hmmmmm.. About eight months. I started going to nursing school here, and found out about this place through a guy I dated.” I learned that Wil was just a year older than me, and had moved here from Boston. We got talking about school for awhile, and I felt myself relaxing. Wil was really normal and friendly. He was an EMT at school, and we chatted about sports games. I told him about playing soccer, and we traded stories about cute guys we had crushes on at school. “I saw you’re part of the jockstrap contingent, too.” I wasn’t sure what he meant. “You’re wearing a jockstrap. That’s a signal that you’re a bottom. Let’s the other guys know.” “Oh.” The implications of that started to settle in, and I was having mixed feelings. At first I felt kinda panicked. Am I a bottom? Did anyone I know see me? What would they tell others? “Are you into older?” “I dunno. I dated guys at school. But…” “I hear ya. I thought I was supposed to meet someone at school, fall in love, and get married. Then I found out I like daddies. And they like me. And the sex is sooooo much better!! They know what they’re doing, and they appreciate a young ass.” He looked at me sitting there. “You’re smoking hot. They’ll be all over you tonight.” I didn’t know what to say. Grant kept telling me I was hot. The guys in the bookstore had each said it. Am I? “You’re cool with poz?” I asked him. “Very. Things are different now than they were.” I nodded. “If you’re here with Grant, I’m guessing he’s already bred you.” I half nodded and smiled, kinda surprised at my own reaction. “A couple weeks ago.” “His dick is amazing. I don’t know how he does it, but he knows exactly what you need, and how to give it to you.” I nodded again. “Yeah he does.” “I’m getting horny,” he said. “Let’s do a lap in our jockstraps, then we can pick a spot to start. It pays to advertise.” Wil lead me around the main floor. There was a set of bathroom stalls and a shower area. The eerie greenish lighting was an alcove with three slings that seemed to just float in the air. I’d never seen a sling, only heard guys joke about them. The heavy chains suspended them in the air were nearly black. ‘What do you think?” “Kinda intimidating,” I admitted. I was glad they were empty; I don’t think I could handle more than that right now. “At first. It took me a couple visits before I tried them out. But they’re amazing. Now its my favorite spot to finish the night.” He looked back into the main room. “One more thing to show you before we go up. He led me over to a wide doorway covered in more of the plastic fringe. He stepped through; I followed. I expected more colored lights, but was met with darkness. I stood there trying to let my eyes adjust, and reached out to where I thought Wil might be, but only caught air. “Welcome to the maze.” After a moment I started to see shapes. The space was narrow and seemed to wind in a couple different directions. There were a bunch of thin walls at different angles. Wil walked me through, and I saw the walls had cutouts in them. “This can be a fun spot when you just want cock.” There were a few black lights overhead, and I noticed my jockstrap glowing in the light. “Ready to see upstairs?” “Sure.” He lead me out of the maze and up the stairs near the slings. It was a loft space with a few big, black plastic mattresses and mirrors on most of the walls to the right. On the left were padded benches that I couldn’t quite figure out — you couldn’t really sit on them. There was also a wooden table against the mirrored wall in the back corner. There were a couple guys up here, but they seemed to be standing around. One was younger like Wil and I, wearing a gold jockstrap. I said hi, but he didn’t seem interested in talking to us. “That’s Justin. He’s only friendly if you’re fucking him.” Wil lead me back down the stairs. “This place gets pretty busy on weekends. Guys come and go pretty fast, though. At least the tops do. Have to get back to their wives.” We were walking past the slings when we came across Grant. “Looks like the lil’ piggies are bonding,” he grinned and put a hand on each of our asses. “I like seeing you two together.” It hadn’t occurred to me until now that he had probably done to Wil what he did to me in the bookstore. That made my cock twitch. “Let’s go see Buzz.” Buzz was the bartender at a tiny station tucked in the front corner — I hadn’t even noticed it earlier. Grant ordered two drinks for us “to take the edge off.” He looked at me. We hung out watching the crowd start to roll in. There had to be about 40 guys in the club now, mostly naked or in a jockstrap. “Not a lot of jockstraps tonight,” Grant said. “You boys could have a really good night ahead of you.” “Hopefully you’ll be taking care of both of us later,” Wil said. I was impressed by how bold Wil was. I didn’t think I could be that way. Grant pulled us both against his body, one on either side of him; he moved his hands lower and used a finger to probe each of our young holes. I didn’t realize how much I wanted my hole touched until that moment. I groaned, and nuzzled closer to him as jolts of pleasure zipped through my body. Wil made a similar sound; I looked at him, our eyes meeting each others, and I felt a new bond between us. “Good little pig boys,”Grant said, his finger gently massaging the tight muscles around my hole. “You’re both gonna get a lot of dick tonight. But you don’t get mine until you each have a load inside you. You want it that way, don’t you, pig boys?” “Fuck yeah,” Wil responded. “Good little pig boy.” Grant looked me in the eye. “And you?” He slapped my ass. Another load in me? I shouldn’t be doing that here. There was a lot of risk.But my hole was saying something different, and Grant massaging my prostrate unleashed something in me. I nodded to him. “Yeah” “Good, boy. I have a special plan for you later, too. A little initiation rite.” He looked down at both of us nuzzled against his body. “You two go and collect some loads. I’ll find you when you’ve each got a few in you.” He looked directly at Wil. “Go see Buzz. He’s got a couple drinks for you two.” Wil and I stood there together, still feeling the horniness that Grant’s fingers had unleashed. Wil grinned at me. “We have work to do!” Wil suggested we start in the maze. I needed to hit the bathroom first, and he said to find him. I had to wait about 10 minutes because there were only two urinals, but it gave me a chance to check out the guys. I was surprised there were so many guys in their 20s and 30s. I still thought Wil and I were among the youngest, but it was a different crowd than the bookstore. There were some older guys, a mix of athletic and bear builds. But I found it all very hot and sexy. All these men walking around naked, comfortable with their bodies. I missed the looks I was getting from a lot of the guys, still feeling overwhelmed by the whole scene. The guy ahead of me was much taller than me, probably 6’2”, with an athletic build, a light coating of hair across his pecs and abs. He smiled at me a couple times, and finally introduced himself just before we got to the urinals. “David,” he said. I introduced myself, but suddenly felt very shy. “He gave my ass a tweak as he finished and started to walk away. “I’ll be looking for you,” he said. I found the maze again, feeling worried that Wil may be pissed I took so long. I had to let my eyes adjust again. This space was darker than the bookstore, and the walls were all painted black. I slowly started making my way around. There were guys back here now, quite a few of them. There were steps along the sides of the room to elevated platforms, and interlocking cubicles down below. I wondered if maybe Wil had gotten tired of waiting for me and left, but then saw him — his pale skin and red jockstrap standing out. He was in a middle cubicle, bent over, with his ass against one wall and hands against the other in front of him. I saw guys in the cubicles on either side of him. I left the higher platform and walked over toward him. The cubicles were built so you walked into them from alternating sides of the row, never able to see who was in the adjacent cubicle. That struck me as really hot. Wil was moaning, cocks stuffed in his ass and mouth. It was hot to watch and my dick got really hard really fast. Wil reached over and put a hand on my abs to say hello without ever leaving either cock. The thumping of body against wood sounded hot. And it was getting faster; Wil started getting louder too, despite the dick in his mouth. “Mhhhffff! Mfffff! MMMFFFFF!” The wall behind him was rattling with the banging, and then suddenly stopped as an anonymous groan emerged from the other side. A hand came through the opening behind Wil and slapped his ass. Wil stood up, a massive grin on his face, and he was breathing hard. “That was hot,” he breathed. He put both hands on my shoulders as he steadied himself, looking like maybe he was lightheaded. Then he kissed me. He kissed me with a long, deep kiss that made my heart start to pound. A couple guys scuttled through the narrow hallway as we kissed, having to brush against Wil’s exposed backside to get by. When we finally broke the kiss he said, “You’re next.” He ushered me into the cubicle he’d vacated. He rubbed some lube into my hole, seeming to enjoy himself as he teased my hole with his fingers. He stuck his tongue in there and. I groaned softly as he opened me up. “I thought you were a bottom,” I said. “You’re inspiring me,” he said. “Fuck you are gorgeous.” He stood up and rubbed my back as I. just stood there, half bent over, with my ass hanging in the air in front of the opening in the wall. “I don’t think there’s anyone there.” “Be patient. There will be,” he assured me. I looked through the cutout in front of me and saw someone standing there, stroking his cock. Was it the same guy Wil had blown? “Take a good hit of poppers“ Wil instructed me, putting a bottle under my nose. I felt the rush of desire flooding me, Wil still massaging my hole with his fingers, when the cock in front of me came through the cutout. I didn’t hesitate, going down on it. It felt so smooth in my mouth, with a long shaft. I rested my weight on my hands against the wall and rocked back and forth a little, letting Wil’s fingers deeper in.. Suddenly his fingers were gone, and I felt him rubbing my back. I could see his sneakers on the floor standing beside me. “Here it comes,” he said excitedly. I felt a hard pressure against my hole and gasped. I had no idea who, but someone was pushing their cock through the cutout behind me. “Push your ass back onto his cock. Let him inside you,” Wil whispered into my ear. The cock behind me popped right through my sphincter and slide deep inside. “Ahhhhhhh,” I sighed as he impaled me. Wil’s finger and tongue massage had loosened up my ass, and whoever was behind me had an easy time opening me fully. Was it one of the guys who had brushed past us a few minutes ago? He. Didn’t waste any time getting into a full fuck, his dick driving deep. Any other time I’d been fucked, they’d had their hands on my body while they did it. This time, no one was touching me because the walls blocked us — all I could feel was each each buried in either end of me. “How’s it feel?” Wil whispered in my ear. I lifted my head, “Fucking amazing!!” Then went back to sucking one cock while another fucked me. The guy behind me was pounding away, and I felt the vibration of the wall as he thumped hard, pushing deep into my hungry hole. His hardness filled me, and I felt him quite as he left his cock in me, just letting it rest there for a moment. What was he doing? The guy in front of me was still fucking my face when the other guy slipped out of my hole and patted my ass. Wil’s fingers rubbed my hole next. “Congrats on your firs load of the night.” I stood up, stretching my leg muscles, breathing hard from the exertion. Wil came close, putting his face next to time and kissed me again. “Now turn around and offer your hot ass to the other guy. Let’s see what he does.” Without thinking I turned around, Wil still standing so close. I could feel the heat of his body. I offered my ass toward the cutout I’d been sucking cock through. What the fuck am I doing? But the logical voice in my head was overwhelmed by desire. I’d never felt this horny before. What was happening to me? My thoughts were shattered by the feeling of hard pressure against my waiting hole. That long, slender, smooth cock I’d been sucking was now sliding inside my ass. Without the cock in my mouth I just started moaning. This fuck was longer and deeper than the first. I started to pull off the cock, but Wil stopped me. “Take it. Just let him fuck you. That’s it. Give him your ass. He won’t last long in there.” I was moaning, probably louder than I realized. I was braced against the wall, a mix of pain and pleasure as that long cock effortlessly fucked me deep. As Wil predicted, it wasn’t long before I felt him shoot a hot load up inside my gut. He pulled out quickly and patted my ass. “That was hot,” Wil said, nuzzling against me as he helped me stand. up. “You’re so fucking hot to watch get used.” My head was honestly spinning. I had a cute guy being sweet to me, which seemed weird in this place, and had just been fucked by two guys through cutouts in a wall without ever seeing them. I shouldn’t be good with this. This isn’t who I’m supposed to be. Is it? “It was hot seeing you in there, too,” I admitted softly. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”

...cont Paul dropped my legs and got up. He grabbed his phone and said. Spread for me one more time babe. I ignored him and he grabbed my left leg and pulled it roughly, exposing my hole. The flash was shocking and my swirling head finally focused. "That was fucked up Paul. I didn't consent to that." "Unless you want me to pull into your driveway right after your wife gets home, you're about to start consenting to more dick." I couldn't deal with the bigger issue. I just pictured Paul talking to my wife and everything else faded away. "What do I have to do?" "Only indulge your deepest desires for once. Some acquaintances of mine are going to stop by and dump more semen in you." ... "Just have fun," he said as he stroked my cum coated cock hard. "Fuck it." I said. He started texting or whatever and told me to take a shower so I was ready for "the guys". I took a long hot shower, alternating between being extremely horny and horrifying ashamed at what was happening. Eventually Paul called out for me and I saw two strangers in my bedroom. I glanced out the window and there was a rav4 and a Harley--a fucking Harley--parked out front. One house over and across the street was the nosiest neighbor. How on earth would I explain this? One of them looked like, well, a biker. Big moustache and as I looked at him he took his penis out of his jeans. It was big. The other guy didn't fit the same mold. White guy, maybe early 30s. I never caught their names. The biker sat on the bed, pulled his jeans to the floor and motioned me over. I sucked him as well as I could, which wasn't very well. But nobody was here for a blowjob and soon he had me lay on the edge of the bed with my legs on the floor. He grabbed some lube and penetrated me in one long slow motion. I cried out, sore from Paul's fucking and this guy's cock was thicker. He started fucking me and I was doing whatever I could to take it. I realized that Paul had flipped the lights on. I looked over and saw that he was filming on his phone. Jesus. The other guy had his cock out and was stroking hard. I was relieved that he was smaller than both of these guys. The biker started pumping faster, and started talking dirty. All about how I was his slutty married bottom who couldn't wait for his load. I started joining in. "Fuck my slutty ass. I need your load. Shoot it in deep." The younger guy couldn't take it anymore and shot his cum on me, matting my hair and making my neck sticky. This set off the biker who grabbed my shoulders as he started busting in me. .... To be continued

9. Fireman's Hose "Lube that hole up for me," the Fireman said. Doug slammed his cock into me hard. He wasn't too big, but yet, it was still intense. "Oh fuck," I grunted. "Oh fuck." "Oh yeah, you're gonna get fucked," Doug said. "And bred," the fireman said. "And seeded. Give you a special gift tonight," Doug said. "It's almost time," the Fireman said. "I'm almost there," Doug said. "Then he's all yours." "We'll get him ready." I didn't understand what they were talking about. Not to mention that the relentless thrusts of Doug's cock into my hole made following the conversation difficult. It felt so good to have a man like Doug fucking me. I didn't want it to stop. I wanted to be fucked all night long. "Oh YEAH," Doug grunted, and slammed his cock into me. He was the third man to cum in me that night, and I was intimately familiar with all the tell-tale signals of orgasm. I was going to get Doug's raw load. "Oh FUUUCK," he moaned, and held his dick deep in my guts. "OH FUUUCK," he grunted again, and his dick pulsed and exploded. "Take it," he grunted and gave me another spurt of cum. That was followed by two more in quick succession, and then one very long, drippy thrust of his cock. He held it there, as his dick twitched, spat, and paused. "Fucking nasty slut boy," he said, leaning in to kiss me. "Breed me," I moaned. "Breed me." I loved the idea of the older man cumming in me. I wanted to be his boy. I wanted him to know that my hole was always available to him. "Give it to me," "You've gotten his gift," the Fireman said. "Well. Remember the point of the night," Doug said, and smiled. His dick was still deep in my ass, still dripping in the afterglow of the orgasm. He held a bottle of poppers under my nose. As I inhaled, he turned back to the Fireman. "Not my gift. Our gift. From the Dark Lord." I wanted him to repeat what he had said. I couldn't believe I had heard right. But the Fireman didn't seem to react. "Right," he said. "His gift to man." The Fireman nodded his head once, carefully, like he was praying. Doug put away the poppers. His dick twitched, and I felt a small, warm bloom of liquid in my ass. He spoke. "My dick chose him." He paused for a moment, and stared at the Fireman's dick. In just the few moments we had been talking, it had gotten longer and thicker. I noticed the familiar biohazard tattoo above his pubes. His was red. Doug started again. "But I'm just one vote here." I turned to him, and our eyes met. "Want another load?" he asked. I was floating on a popper cloud. I wanted more cocks and definitely more cum. "Yeah," I said. "His?" I asked, nodding towards the fireman. "For sure," the Fireman said. "I've not made my vote yet." Doug turned to me. "You're a very slutty boy tonight, aren't you?" I nodded. I would kill myself if I missed a chance for more dick. "Good. Now, make my friend here happy." He grabbed my waist, and pulled me off his cock. "Please," I moaned. "Just a bit more." "Fucking slut," he said. "Fucking hungry slut." He said it like it was a declaration of love. Even better, he pushed his dick back into my hole. "Just a bit more. My friend here wants to mark your hole." He turned to the Fireman. "What can you do. A slut's gotta slut out." "Totally," the Fireman said. "But that boy isn't ready for DP quite yet." Doug grabbed my hips again, and pulled me off. "Keep it all in you," he said, and pushed me upright, right into the Fireman's arms. His chest was hairy, and the thick leather suspenders pressed against my shoulder blades. Lower down, his cock had already nestled itself between my ass cheeks and was sliding in and out, searching for my hole. "And I better sign off on you." Doug stood up in front of me, and produced a pen. He scribbled a thick "DG" on my chest. "Be sure to get my friend's signature here," he said, before leaning into me for one last kiss. He pushed his tongue into me. "Hot fucking chaser," he whispered in my ear. "Gonna enjoy inducting you." He stepped away. We were standing in a sharp pool of light and soon as he stepped away, he disappeared into darkness. There was a haze in the room; I knew it was from so much smoking. Before I could even think about what Doug had said, the Fireman spun me around, and planted his lips on me. "Hot fucker," he said. "I'm Shay," he said. "Not sure your friend knew my name." I tried to remember the man's name. He had told me at one point, but now he seemed so far away. "Not that it matters," Shay said. "I don't know his name either." He wrapped his arms around me. He was only a bit taller than me, but nearly twice as big. It was all muscle and hair, and I loved the feeling of masculinity against my body. I would do anything for him. Yet, all he did was lean in and kiss me once more. He was taking his time, and carefully explored my mouth. "I'm Kenta," I finally managed to say, remembering to actually open my mouth this time. "Nice to meet you Kenta," Shay said. "You're a sexy guy." He ran his hands over my body. I shivered in pleasure. "I'm glad Jon sent me over." "Me too," I said. He had beautiful brown eyes. They matched his light brown hair perfectly, giving him the overall appearance of being carved out of a piece of dense, solid wood. It was at least what his cock was feeling like; it was still burrowed between my legs. Shay had been leaking all over my ass. I was glad for that. I had not been fucked much, and every bit of lubrication would help. "You're hot." "You are too. Jon tells me you love getting fucked." "Yeah," I said. "I love it." Now, it wasn't Jon's cock which was sliding back and forth. It was me. I was rubbing my ass against his cock, trying to angle my body and his for penetration. "And he tells me you like it bareback?" "Yeah," I said. I hated this interminable talk. I wanted him inside me. I was hungry for it. "Every guy has fucked me raw," I said. "Are you worried?" Shay asked. That was what I had been scared of earlier. AIDS. That was what the biohazard meant. But before I could react, much less say anything, Shay stuck his tongue back in me. "Mmmmmm," I moaned, as I let him explore my mouth. "You don't have to answer," he said. "Your actions speak loud enough." My cock was still stubbornly soft, but despite that, I was dripping pre-cum. Shay ran a finger over my dickhead, scooping up the runny dick juice. He licked his finger clean, and smiled. "This is going to be nice." He steered me back down to the sofa, pushing me down so one leg hooked over the back, the other leg splayed wide and on the floor. The position left my hole completely exposed. "Fucking nice," he said. With one hand, he stroked his thick cock, pulling the foreskin back to expose his dickhead. He reached into one of the pockets on his leather fireman's pants, and pulled out a torch. "You know most firemen are arsonists?" he asked. "We love to burn things down." He let go of this dick, and quickly, he was using the torch to heat a pipe. "Ready to party more?" I hesitated. He laughed. "Remember. Shotguns don't count. He held the hit as he leaned in to press his lips against mine. I didn't have a choice. I had to take his hit, and he was an expert at doing hits. It was thick and heavy. He forced it into me, but I greedily accepted it. It was obvious I shouldn't be doing this much drugs, but I couldn't help myself. I had never felt so good before. My body was warm and I was sweating a bit. But I didn't care. It felt amazing, and I had never felt so happy. I loved being naked with all these men, enjoying our animal sexuality. We didn't have to care about what society told us was acceptable. "Feeling it?" Shay said. His voice was like brass, and if I had any concerns, the care in it made them disappear. "I am," he said, but also took another hit. He held it for a few seconds. "It doesn't count," he whispered in my ear, before pressing his lips against mine once more. He exhaled another monster cloud into me. "Hold it," he said. "I want to breed your hole. Heard so much about it from Jon." He put his finger on my lips, stopping me from breathing out. "Not yet," he said. My lungs were starting to burn, but I didn't dare exhale. I wanted him to be proud of me. Proud to fuck such an obedient hole. "You want me in you?" he asked. I nodded. "Good boy. Breathe." I exhaled, and my head was enveloped in the dense cloud. Even though I was laying back on the couch, almost completely still, I felt like I was spinning. It was disorienting. I was glad that Shay's body was next to me. It seemed like he was the only thing holding me still. "Careful there, boy," he said. "Let's get you anchored down." He slipped the pipe and torch back into one of his pockets. Although I craved more, I knew that I had to pace myself. "We're both feeling it now," he said. "Let's do it." He lined his cock up with my hole. "Please," I said. I had to get his cock inside me. "Fuck me." "Breed you," he said. His cockhead pressed into my anus. It immediately opened up, and accepted the new man's dick. "Fuck me hard," I moaned, as his dick slid into my hole. "Cum in me." He slid in several inches of his shaft. He had the perfect thickness of cock. He was opening me up, pushing me, but it wasn't too much. I could take it for hours, if he let me. "Fuck, that's a used hole," he said. "So much cum up there." I didn't know how to react. This wasn't me. I wasn't at a sex party with a bunch of strangers. I hadn't been smoking crystal most of the evening. I hadn't let so many men cum in me. He continued. "It's so fucking hot." I relaxed, and exhaled. It was big, and some tina escaped. "Fuck," Shay said, seeing the cloud. "You held that hit. You're going to be tweaking hard." I suddenly realized it didn't matter. I could do anything I wanted. It was all for the pleasure. "Fuck me," I said. "Please. Breed me." It felt so good. Shay's cock was sliding into me, even as I remembered all the other men who had fucked me. Seth. Jon. Doug. It was hard to remember them all. "Give me your load." "Tonight," he said, pushing the last inch of his dick into me. "You're going to get more than enough." He started to fuck me. His deep, hard strokes made me gasp, and its incessant strokes pushed all the cum deeper into me. The first few minutes was just about the fucking. He was learning about my hole, and I was taking his thick cock. We were both high, and it only made the fucking better. Despite all the men who had fucked me, I was still hungry for dick. "So cummy," he said, ten minutes later. He looked around for a moment, then leaned in and kissed me. It made kissing seem like something furtive and dirty compared to being fucked raw by a stranger of a man. "Your guts are coated with sperm, you know," he said, before kissing me again. "I know," I said. "Fucking add yours to it. Breed me." I loved begging for his cum. It felt utterly natural. There wasn't anything I had to be worried about, and I could give into the pleasure. All I would have to do was remember one pill each morning. It was easy. "Give me your gift." "You're going to get it," Shay said. His dick slid back into me, now lubricated with his pre-cum. "Milking me and getting me off." He wrapped his arms around me, and in a practiced move, leaned back and pulled me up. I was sitting on his cock now, and my weight forced another inch into me. I gasped. Now upright, I took the opportunity to look around the room. There were only two lights in the room, both small, yet intense. Shay and I were in the middle of one, and across the room, I saw another young man bent over as a tall black man fucked him. In light that spilled out from those small circles, I could make out many more boys and men, all in various positions of sexual activity. "You're going to be very popular tonight," he said. He grabbed my hips, and pulled me down on his dick. "Gonna tell everyone what a hungry hole you have." "Fuck me," I grunted. "Breed me," I moaned. At the edge of the light, a man just barely stepped out of the dark, cloudy haze. I could see just a bit of hair on a lean runner's body. He also had a hard cock, and the head was already glistening with pre-cum. "Gonna take his load boy?" he asked me. "He doesn't have a choice, does he?" "Gotta give him the gift," the stranger said. I loved that, calling their seed the gift. It was a gift, finally being able to accept these men without any barrier or protection. "Get him to join the brotherhood." "He's joined already, haven't you?" he asked me. I looked unsure. "The Bareback Brotherhood," he said. "Fuck yeah. Breed me!" "Hell yeah," Shay said. "You want it?" "Please. Give it to me." I was sweating now, but I didn't care. Getting fucked raw by Shay was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I wanted it to go on forever. I wanted him to cum in me right then. I couldn't choose between the two. Shay was starting to shake. "Ohhhh FUCK," he grunted, before he just started mumbling incoherent gasps of pleasure. "FUCK," he said again. His cock jumped, and exploded inside of me. "FUCK." His orgasm was powerful, but restrained. He had practiced it many times before. He knew what made him feel good and he did just that. He was completely focused on his goal, which was to get his load deep in my hole. "FUUUUUUCK," he moaned again, as his dick throbbed and spurted. He was cumming in my ass, just as he said he would. It was dirty and perverted, the thing we were doing. But there was no way I could ask Shay not to inseminate me. He deserved the pleasure of breeding me.

Part 5 He had what he wanted. I had said the words. No, I had felt them. My body was in control now, and it was ignoring my nervous thoughts to escape and go home. Instead my body offered itself to him” is what he wanted from me. He ran his hands across my shoulders, then under my arms and down my sides to my waist, tracing my torso’s V-shape. I felt a hard pressure against my anxious hole and knew he was trying to penetrate my ass. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. My ass immediately surrendered to his thick cock. He pushed up inside me with a steady pressure, my hole already trained tonight to take cock. I winced as the mushroom head stretched my hole even wider than the first guy had. I yelped, but my breath caught in my throat and I silently groaned in painful pleasure. The sharp pain shoôk my body and the was gone. My head was pressed against the carpeted wall, flying high with popper rush. I felt so full as he pressed himself forward, burying the full shaft inside me. “That’s a good boy. Take all of daddy’s cock. Good little pig. You love raw cock, don’t you?” “I do,” I half breathed and half said. He rewarded my answer with a full thrust of his cock. I moaned loudly, unable to contain the pleasure. “Fuck boy, I feel that other load in there. Fuck your pig hole with another man’s toxic load.” He began fucking me harder, his is pelvis slamming against my ass over and over. I could only moan as he used my ass to satisfy his desire. My hole was stretched now, his cock moving easily in and out of my ass. He pulled all the way out, and I breathed a short sigh of relief. I looked over my shoulder at him, my eyes pleading, and he grinned. “Pig boy doesn’t like being empty.” He pushed his cock back in, a slow and deliberate penetration so I could feel the head creeping deeper inside me, and feel my tunnel expand to accommodate his girth. It was an amazing sensation, and I made an odd animalistic sound of pleasure and surprise. “Now that was a squeal, boy.” He pulled back on my hips while pushing his cock deep inside me. “Back up, feet on the floor. That’s it. Spread those legs a little wider. Just like that. Keep your hands on the bench. Fuck yeah.” I was standing, bent over the bench. The floor was cool relief on the bottoms of my feet. He pressed the bottle of poppers under my nose. “Popper up again.” I did as I was told. As the poppers rushed through me again, he began rocking my body back and forth on his thick shaft. He wasn’t pulling out, but making me experience the girth contours of his dick. It was t a straight shaft, but got wider near the middle, tapering slightly at either end. I began working my ass back and forth on him, captivated by what I was feeling. I had no idea I could feel a cock inside me this way. “Fuck yeah, boy. Work daddy’s cock with that tight ass. Look at you! You need this.” I did. “Look at yourself.” He grabbed my head and turned it to the left. “See how fucking hot you look impaled on daddy’s cock.” There was a mirror on the wall, beneath the mounted TV, that I had missed when he brought me into the room. I could see my entire body, naked, legs stretched back, ass up, and my abs flattened and my torso tilted upward into my shoulders with my arms locked. I could see the years of workouts and soccer games reflected in the muscle tone and curves of my body. Behind we was the powerhouse who was buried deep in my ass. He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back onto his cock, and started to pound me. I was in ecstasy! I could see him pounding into my waiting ass, my body on display. I felt like a fucking porn model watching myself in the mirror. “Fucking hot pig boy,” I heard him say as he was going to town on my hole. I’d never felt this way. I’d never felt so out of control but amazing! My body looked awesome, and I’d never thought that before. I wanted to keep this feeling forever. “Fuck me!” did I just say that? “Fuck me, daddy!” I was panting, looking at us in the mirror. There was a need in my eyes, and lust in his. “You’re making my toxic juices boil, boy!” He suddenly pulled out, half stepping half falling back a step. He stood there, playing with his own nipples, and just gazing at my naked athletic body. “Lie on your back. The long way down the bench.” I rolled onto the bench, one leg angled, and I consciously tried to make myself look sexy for him. The blood was rushing through me, my heart pounding and my body feeling electrified. I vaguely noticed he opened the door, and I didn’t know why. He wasn’t leaving. He wouldn’t leave me. He gazed down at my body again, drinking it all in. He ran his hand up and down my body. “Fuck you are HOT!” He was staring at me with this lust in his eyes. I knew he wasn’t done with me. I knew I had no choice in the matter. He’d already broken any resistance. “You play sports in school?” “Soccer. And I like to swim, but I don’t compete.” The casual conversation seemed a bit odd, but also gave my ass a break. “It shows.” I liked the way he admired my body. No one had looked at me like this before. He was absently kicking off a shoe and pulling his pants off while he randomly explored my body. I moaned softly as his rough hands grazed my own smoother skin. “Legs up, pig boy. I wanna see your face while I breed you.”. I rolled my legs back and lifted my hips slightly. I’d never offered myself up like this before. He maneuvered himself between my legs, one knee resting on the bench, his other leg braced against the floor. Out came the bottle of poppers, “Load up, boy.” I pinched off a nostril and took a long hit of the burning fumes. My body responded with a rush of desire, my legs spreading slightly wider, and I gave a quiet moan of need. This time he hit the poppers as well, seeming to relish the feeling it brought. His eyes locked with mine as he leaned forward and shoved his cock inside me. I gasped, but didn’t have a moment to recover because he began fucking me hard right away. I was vaguely aware of other movement in the room. There were several people now standing in the doorway, and one had even crept into the room to watch. The alarm must have shown in my face. “You’re the star of tonight’s show, pig boy. Just keep your eyes on me and enjoy it.” He grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wider, and he was lunging forward with deep strokes in and out of my ass. I groaned as he pounded me with the full weight of his body behind it. My legs framed his beefy muscled hairy torso, and I could see my feet hanging in the air with no where to go. “Fucking hot pig boy! Look at you!! So fucking hot! My toxic juices are coming, boy! You want that juice? You want that toxic juice flooding you?”He voice was getting loud. Probably too loud for this place. But he didn’t. Care. I knew what was happening, what was coming. “Please, give it to me,” I whispered. “Fuck yeah, pig boy! Fuck yeah you want daddy to breed that hot college hole!” He was railing my ass, the thrusts shaking my entire body. I no longer. Felt the subtly contours of his shaft, but the hard pounding energy of his body. I couldn’t speak. I just kept grunting and moaning, “Eh! Ah! Yeah! Ah! Yeah!” And then he growled deeply, his body weigh filling my hole,. He held it there, his body quivering. I felt his cock now, pulsating. I knew it was the moment he wanted — the entire reason he had tapped on that window between our booths. He was pumping his toxic load deep inside me. I felt the hot juices leak around my hole. As he pushed deeper inside me. He was panting as his body convulsed. His breath was hot against my face, and he opened his eyes and looked into mine.d There was a long, silent moment spent like that, with just the sounds of his heavy breathing. “Fuck, boy,” he breathed, “I didn’t expect this from you. Fucking sexy pig boy.” He leaned back, but didn’t pull his cock out. He rubbed my muscles chest, then ran his hands down my tight abs. He looked at me. “You got what you wanted,” he said. He looked toward the door;. “Show’s over, fuckers. Go jerk off in the booths.” The flock of guys that had crowded around the open door began to disperse. He looked back. At me and grinned. “You were amazing,” he said slapping my chest. He slowly withdrew his cock, then stood up. He gave me his hand and pulled me to a sitting up position. He started pulling on his pants. “I’ve never seen you before. Make sure I see you again.” I was sitting there in stunned silence. The primal energies were fading. What the fuck had just happened. I couldn’t even begin to put it together in my conscious brain. Again I was naked in a dingy booth, covered in sweat My ass felt very tender, and the rough carpet of the bench wasn’t feeling good against my skin. I thought about standing up, but couldn’t yet. Who had been watching? Did anyone see who I am? Did any of them know me? What if they told other people? Unexpectedly his face appeared in front of mine. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me into him. He gave me a long, penetrating kiss. I melted a little more. He pulled away and grinned. “Good boy. “ With that he left the room, the door still open. He was showing off his trophy. Anyone walking by would see exactly who he had fucked and put his load into. Why did that excite me? I sat there a couple minutes. Two different guys tried coming in, but I shook my head and told them to leave. I was still breathing heavy, and my body was spent. Sex in college had never left me like this, even the times it was good. My body ached from the positions I’d been in, my legs feeling like I’d run 100 miles. But when guys walked by the open door, I didn’t cover myself. I was fine being looked at, stretched out naked on the bench. I touched my hole – it burned and felt tender. It was done for the night. Finally I got up, found my clothes, and headed out. This time wasn’t a rush past the door; I was feeling kinda unsteady on my feet, like after a hard workout or soccer practice. I heard my flip flops slapping as I walked through the store; they sounded obnoxiously loud and seemed to draw everyone’s attention. I stepped outside. He was there, leaning against a big black SUV parked right in front of the store. He motioned me over. “Use this,” he said, handing me a piece of paper. Then he kissed me again, got into his SUV, and drove off. I looked down at the paper. He had written GRANT with a phone number beneath it.

Me, toned early 30s otter 6’. I used to bottom when I was in my early 20s but mostly topped since then. Never took any raw loads though. Decided to get back into bottoming, practicing with toys etc in anticipation. Btmd for a few guys but never managed to get a load until last week. Was a fuck buddy - 5’8” 28yo twunk vers and 7.5”. He knew what I wanted and had been saving up a load. He made out, sucked each other off. Then he entered me missionary while making out. Fucked me a while in that position (I realized I am a very vocal btm). We flipped and I railed him for about 10 minutes before he made me lie face down and entered me from behind. He fucked me without remorse as my moans escalated and his breathing got heavier. He barely made a noise as his dick spasmed inside and flooded me. It felt so good. I will never forget.

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. The Game Got Out of Control - Part 5 (The Defloration) Of course, everyone wanted to deflower my previously unfucked hole, that was clear. Is that just what I wanted? I had actually enjoyed the fingers in my bum, but did I want some cock up my ass? All of them now had massive slats, approximately between 18 and 22 cm, and I had to admit they looked extremely awesome with them. Elias fascinated me most, how can such a skinny boy have the biggest penis of all? Elias was also the one who made the ultimate suggestion that I should decide which cock to ride first. Yeah right, I should ride. So I should actively sit on one of the tails ... "So cunt, which POZ piston do you choose?" Was Elias' request. I was still a little undecided, but what in the world is a POZ piston again? I'll probably google it on Monday, I thought so, because with all the new expressions that were thrown at me tonight, I was a bit overwhelmed. I finally decided on the largest penis I had ever seen, but asked another important question that turned out to be stupid and irrelevant. "What about condoms?" "Boy, I have to explain it to you ..." said Matteo "Men only need condoms for women so that they don't get pregnant, when men have fun with each other you don't use condoms." So I crawled to Elias, who gave me the small bottle, and said: “Unscrew it, hold it under your left nostril and hold the right one, then you breathe in slowly but deeply 5 times and then exhale again. Then repeat it with your right nostril. " I did it as instructed, I felt a change in my head, everything was spinning, I was on cloud nine inside. Suddenly everything was so easy. "Now sit on my tail and ride it." Said Elias. I remembered my wife doing it to me, so I aligned Elias' plunger with my hole, got down to it, and went all the way down to the base in one go. It hurt like hell, twice in a row, I screamed in pain, I wanted to get away from the cock immediately, but Elias held me. Elias groaned loudly and said: "You were much too fast, now sit down for a moment and get used to the intruder, you will notice that in a short time you will only feel devilish lust and pleasure." Continuation? Sure, wait and see ...

This is my first time trying to write a story, English is not my native tongue either so bear with me. I hope at least someone finds my story hot to read. First a little backstory, this is somewhat based on one of my adventures with some adjustments to make it even sexier. I grew up on the southwest coast of Sweden, which, during the summer, gets a lot of tourists from other countries. Now, when I was really small I learned there was a nudist beach about 15 minutes from my home, and when I began experimenting with sex, I found out quite early that I loved being a submissive slut. As I understood the nudist beach was one of the biggest cruising spots in the area, attracting gay men from all over Europe. I just had to visit, so one day, gathered my courage and rode my bike to beach. At this point I was of legal age and had been fucked by ten or so different guys, so I knew I loved it. Arriving at the beach, I parked my bike and walked down on a path through the woods to the beach. I had brought sandals, my swimming trunks, a t-shirt, a towel, a condom, lube and a small bag. Just before I had taken my time to shave myself really smooth and had taken a small enema to clean my ass out. My heart rate picked-up considerably when I saw the sign. "Nudist Beach Ahead." I continued past the sign, and undressed myself more quickly than I had ever done so before. There I was, entirely naked, nervous, horny and on the hunt for cock. I decided to scope the place out at first. As I had understood nothing actually happened at the beach, but rather in the zone between the dunes and the first treeline where stuff happened. I walked down on the beach, where I encountered several couples and guys who were apparently alone. Most of the men were older than I, and spoke German, or Danish or English. I have no idea how long I walked down on the beach but when I did not see anymore people I walked up towards the dunes and into the maze-like mix of tightly growing trees and dunes. The sight were blocked from all ways and I do not lie when I say it was like a maze. Suddenly I heard steps behind me, I looked back and there was a man. I looked down and realised his dick was hard and standing, Naturally I took a closer look at his dick, and thought it was about five inches, (12-13 cm). I wanted a larger cock, so I turned around and kept going. He kept walking a few steps behind me but then he was gone. I walked past two men having sex, they were both really old and they seemed busy. I decided not to disturb the, so I kept walking. I continued forward, and came to a little glade with wooden benches. As I was somewhat tired as a consequence of my lengthy hike across the sand, I spread my towel on the bench, and took a seat to rest for a few minutes. After a few minutes I heard steps. I looked back and I saw a fit guy, who looked like he was around 25, although he looked could have been as old as 35. Some people are blessed with good genes. His cock looked big, it was still soft but I understood that it had just been hard. I do not know how long he stood there, but he stared at my ass and I stared at his cock. I was the one to break the ice, the conversation went something like this. "Hey." "Hey. Nice ass." "Thanks. Nice cock." "Glad you like it. What are you here for?" "Ahh, a nice cock. Like yours." "Do you wanna taste it here?" I nodded and sat upright. The guy approached me, and held his cock out for my inspection. I took it into my mouth, sucked with pleasure, and it grew quickly in my mouth." "You know," he commented, "I actually came here looking for more then a blowjob." My inner slut screamed that it wanted his his cock inside my ass, so, after giving a bit more attention to his cock, I paused and said "I would love to get fucked," as I handed him the lube and the condom, stood-up, bent over, and presented my ass to him. I heard him open the bottle and then I felt two fingers pushed hard and deep inside me. I could not stop myself from moaning out loud. He finger-fucked me hard and deep for a little while. Then I heard him open the condom. I prepared myself for the cock. He pushed it inside deep and hard. At this point, a part from my dildo, his was the largest cock that had ever fucked me. He was also the most rough top I had encountered. He fucked me deep, hard and fast. I could feel my hole stretching, and being abused. I continually moaned. I could not understand what it was that hurt so much. The pain associated with this tryst was much worse than what I usually experienced when being fucked. Honestly, it was almost too painful. When I felt my tears welling-up in my eyes, I remarked as much to him. He replied, suggesting some sand must have gotten into my hole as his cock was hurting quite a lot to0. I heard a twig break and I looked up to see three old men watching as they jerked. The man who was nearest approached, and presented me with his cock. Naturally I sucked him without hesitation. The taste was really salty and he oozed more precum than I had ever before experienced. The other two men remained in the background, each jerking himself. I kept moaning in pain, both completely horned-up, but at the same time my ass felt unbelievably sore, almost as if it was burning. The top guy picked up the pace even more and I understood that he was about to cum, and sure enough, he moaned loudly, and grunted "Take my load you fucking fag." As I was certain he was wearing the condom, I thought he was just using dirty talk. Then quicker then quick he was gone, but it still felt like someone was fucking me as my ass still felt like it was on fire. About then the old man blew his load, which I swallowed, and he disappeared as quickly as had the top man. 'Enough is enough', I thought, and with that I picked-up my stuff when I felt something hit my leg. Looking down, a saw some red and white goo. I took a second to think and then I felt on my hole with my hand. Then, inspecting my hand, I could clearly see both a few drops of blood and cum on the fingers. I panicked, especially since I saw the condom, still unopened, tossed aside on the sand.

Finally the guys in DC organized a bb party. With the pandemic it was over a year . Last Friday I went. there is a room where I laid on my stomach ass in the air. A young guy came in He looked young but they check id so I know he was legal. Without a word he slipped his long dick in me. After a while he sped up and I heard him groan as he came inside and he came again. When he did pull out my ass was dripping

Even after shooting all day i will never fully empty. This is the softest it'll ever go

Last night, my boyfriend said he was going to the ATM. I wondered why since it was 4 am. Well, 10 minutes later he comes back. I opened the door and he wasn't alone. He was with this guy 6'3" gorgeous. "Surprise" They go into the bedroom and I join them in a few minutes. My boy is sitting in a chair and the guy was naked in bed? Waving a gigantic fat cock at me. I undressed and crawled between his legs and sucked him real good. Them positioned me doggy style and asked if I wanted lubes or a spit fuck. I choose lube and backed on to his dick. He gave me a slow deep dicking and then he pounded me. He stood me up and bent me over. Then he pushed me onto my stomach. He grabs me and flips us onto our sides, dick still in me. More pounding and he asks if I want his load. Fuck yeah. And he unloaded in me. Afterwards, he stayed inside me. The whole time, my boy sat and watched. (He loves to see me get loaded up. ) Here is a pic my boyfriend snapped.

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Terry had moved in next door a few weeks earlier, and already wed established a routine. Terry would always come home from work around 4, and his first stop was almost always my place instead of his own. He never knocks, each day he lets himself in with his own key, and begins stripping. If im not on my knees in front of him before hes done he slaps my ass and face red, ive learned to basically dive for his cock the second he arrives. He is always oddly gentle at first, assuming im behaving, and slowly feeds the length of his cock into my throat as it hardens. Once hes got a hard cock he usually puts me on the bed on my side, he prefers I keep a plug in my ass, and he tends to work the thick part of the plug in and out of my hole while I suck his cock. The plug he gave me is much larger than mine, no matter how much I wear it that bottom part of the bulge always hurts as he works my hole. It usually isnt more than a few minute before he pops the plug out of me, I always squeal like a girl and he loves it. When the plug is out I throw myself face down and arch my ass up as best I can, and with my hole very loose from the plug he always just plunges into me. I feel like I can never prep enough, I always feel him violently rearrange my insides and its ALWAYS agony, even after weeks of fucking, and I love it. Terry seems to get off on my suffering, slamming his dick into me pushing past any resistance, and sometimes holding it buried to his pubes and gyrating his hips. Inevitably, the pain subsides, and I begin to melt into a puddle of useless cunt. Terry always blows his load into my asshole, and most of the time he immediately leaves me dripping, sweating and crying alone on my bed right away, going to his apartment. Sometimes, usually when he gets home later from drinking, he will wait to cum, take me into my bathroom, and shove his cock up my ass to piss. I always came when he pissed up my ass, but for the first week wouldnt cum from the fucking. That changed in the second week when terry basically changed my life all over again, like he so easily does. It was just like it had been the entire week before, terry came over, I threw myself to the floor naked, and began sucking his cock. I hadnt had as much lube left, and honestly was a bit scared that when he pulled the plug out I would be in for even rougher use than normal. As we transitioned I could tell he noticed the plug offered more resistance. He grabbed me by the neck, pulled me up straight, and slapped my across the face stunning me. Terry violently grabbed my cock, looked me dead in the eyes, and said "Cum you stupid pig!". I started blasting cum into his hands, and he crudely worked my own nut into my asshole, giving him the entry he preffered. From then on having an orgasm was as simple as being told to cum by Terry, and as rough as he was he was happy to make me do it often while he used me.

Mike was only a week out of hospital and still quite weak the afternoon two of the five international students came to the ice fishing hut. We were just squeezing this pozing session in as spring was coming on. The hut would soon be stored again at Mike and Stan's farm. The eager chasing student had brought along his dark, hairy, chubby buddy for moral support. Before we got started the chaser's buddy asked him, "You sure you fuckin want to go through with this? You know I think it's a very bad idea. You can back out now and no one will judge you." The buddy looked to Mike and I for agreement. The chaser gulped and said "Just give me a moment." He rapidly took down three shots of tequila and sucked in a couple bowls full from a bong. He drunkenly pulled off all his clothes and climbed into my sling. "Give it to me now before I loose my nerve." He took two big sniffs of poppers before Mike pushed his big raw toxic cock in balls deep. Though weak Mike was in pozing top heaven and managed to rail the chasers eager ass like the pro top he was. He knew he couldn't keep this up long in his weakened state. It would need to be a quick pump and dump no matter how much he longed to savor the momentous moment of his first gifting. When his breath became ragged he said to his chasing bottom, "I shouldn't, but I'll give you one last chance to ask me to pull out. Take it or there's no turning back." "Fuck! I don't know" slurred the neg bottom. "I don't know. I don't fuckin know." He was silent as Mike's full balls continued to slap his butt cheeks. The chaser took a couple more hits of poppers and cried out, "Fuck it! Fuck me! Poz me with your toxic tool. Knock me up!" Mike was already unloading in his negative ass and the bottom cried out with tears streaming, "No! No! Don't. I can't ... Fuck! Fuck, you did it! You just bred me didn't you? Tell me you're fucking with me. You're really not poz and toxic. Tell me!" "No fucking way kid! I gave you your chance. You begged me to knock you up." "I tried to tell you not to go through with this. I begged you not to." From the bottom's chubby friend. "Shit, fuckin shit! What am I going to do now " still crying from the sling. He downed a couple of quick shots as quickly as I could pour them. Then he turned to me with resolve, "You got anymore poz friends. Call them up, get them over here, let's make sure this takes. While you do that Mike's going to fill me with as many loads as he can muster." Mike was meekly unloading for the third and final time when Flint arrived. The burly teddy bear made a quick job of his massive toxic pump and dump. "More, more ... I need more. I can't go through the agony of longing and questioning again!", cried the chaser. I had already called my dealer and he was on his way. Flint managed to deposit another three loads before my dealer arrived with his bag of goodies. Our chaser recieved a meth slam followed by my dealer. My dealer couldn't keep from sneaking glances at the now shirtless dark hairy buddy. The buddy responded to the dealer's attention by moving to the head of the sling leaning in and making out with the dealer as the dealer raw fucked his buddy in the sling. An intoxicated fuck frenzy followed with both participants exploding at the same time. My dealer pulled out and circled in behind the dark buddy college student. Embracing the hairy chest with one arm my dealer began unbuckling the buddies belt and unbuttoning his pants. As his ear was being nibbled the buddy informed my dealer."You can undress me. You can even slam me with meth. But, you are not going to fuck me. You understand!?" My dealer was quick to finish stripping the student and getting him into the sling. In no time his arm was banded and the slam delivered. The students arm was raised and coughing ensued. My dealer's naked cock was up the students ass before the coughing stopped. "Oh fuck man! That feels so good. I'm so fuckin horny and my ass is so hungry for your naked dick. Please fuck me for a bit; but don't cum! Be sure to pull out. Understand" Not a word from my dealer who just pounded away. "Oh yeah man. I love your raw cock in me. Don't stop. Keep fuckin me bareback... fuck yeah! I love it!" My dealer's ragged voice eventually emerged from his heavy breathing, "Yeah you hairy bareback slut. I'm close. Gonna knock you up." "No, no, don't cum. And for God's sake don't stop. Just fuck me 'til I ask you to pull out. You can unload in my mouth if you want." Slamming in harder and deeper the top groaned, "Argh... ooooh ... too ... late fucker! Take my poz babies! Loading your sorry ass so deep I'm surprised my toxins ain't comin out yo mouth... What did you expect? Once my raw poz pistol was in you I wasn't stopping. You just shot your last negative load bitch." With that the bottom realized his hairy chest and belly were covered with his own white spooge. Within the month the chasing college student was astounded to get a negative HIV test. He went back to the clinic a month later only to confirm that he indeed had somehow not been infected by the multiple poz loads from three guys. His hairy classmate and buddy on the other hand came down with a raging case of fuck flu within three weeks of his poz breeding. He held no malice for the drug dealer inviting Mike, Flint, Mike's friend and the drug dealer to seal the deal by charging his ass while his system was so vulnerable and week. By end of the spring term he proudly sported a biohazard tattoo on the back of his shoulder. At the bottom of his spinal cord an arrow could barely be seen through his dense hair. It pointed at his ass and had the word 'raw' prominently tattooed above it.

Part 4 I collapsed into the plastic green chair, it’s smooth surface cold against my skin. I was still breathing heavy and stretched my sore legs. There was porn playing on the screen, but I only half watched. My mind was reeling from the encounter I’d just had. I’d never been fucked like that — I kinda felt like a porn star for a little while. It had been work to hold that position, and my ass had taken an amazing pounding. I’d been fucked before, but not like that. I sat there pulling myself together. Exhausted. But still horny. How could I be horny after that? My cock was standing up straight, and I absently tugged at it thinking about what just happened. I had another stranger’s load in me. Why did I let that happening was t safe. I know nothing about him. Was he poz? What if he was? What had I done? I need to go. This place isn’t good for me. My mind was racing nearly as fast as my heart was. The thought of my bare feet on the sticky floor was suddenly repulsive, and I couldn’t even think about what stuff from the floor was now sticking to my arms and legs after being fucked down there. I stretched my leg out and grab one flip flop with my foot, sliding it closer. Then I pulled the second one closer, slipped into them and stood up. I teetered a bit, lightheaded from the pounding I’d just taken. My cock twitched at the thought. The porn caught my eye. Three guys fucking on screen. I should be done here, but damn these guys were hot. My cock twitched again and I started to stroke myself slowly. I hadn’t cum, and I was starting to feel horny again. Watching the video, I didn’t catch the sound right away. Finally it registered. Tapping. I looked around, confused by what I was hearing. And then I saw the window to my left. I had forgotten about the windows between booths. Through the window I could see a beautiful cock, thick and hard, being stroked. It was pointing at me. Fuck! Was that screen open the entire time? Had he seen what just happened? A cold chill ran through me. I need to leave. NOW! My body didn’t budge. Instead my hand kept stroking my cock. And through the window, he was doing the same. Who was that? I bent over to try to get a look at his face. It was hard to make out from the harsh angle and dim lighting, but I suddenly recognized the shirt. This was the guy I had walked by a couple times earlier, the one who didn’t even look up at me. But now I had his attention. He was standing, facing the window, stroking for me to see his big cock. And it was really hot looking. My horniness intensified. He sat down again, bending forward so his face appeared in the upper half of the window. He was giving my body a hard look. I felt very exposed, still naked, my athletic physique on display. It was weird to be looked at like this, but I also felt very sexy all of a sudden. I looked back the video, which had changed over. The guy in the video was stroking himself, running one hand over his body for the camera. I started to do the same. I looked back toward the window; he was staring intently at me. I stroked my cock slowly, letting him see its length, and I ran the other hand over my chest. Fuck, my pecs were hard and felt really good. I felt sexy. He tapped the window again and this his hand motioned me to come closer. Does he want me? I didn’t move from the spot I was standing in. I couldn’t. But I also didn’t stop stroking for him. He didn’t motion again right away, but after a minute he did, this time tapping his cock against the glass. This time my body moved a bit closer. I looked back the video. The model was still stroking, but now he was sitting in a chair, lifting his legs and fingering his hole. I’d never seen anyone do that. There was something very hot about that. I had a sudden urge, but I hesitated. I looked back at the real cock on the other side of the glass. Without thinking, I turned around and showed him my ass. I only last a few seconds before I got nervous and turned around again. His hand was motioning me to come closer, and I stepped up to the window, the glass the only thing keeping our cocks from touching. Everything happened very quickly from there. His cock disappeared from the window. I leaned down and saw him putting it inside his pants, zipping up. Had he shot his load? Looked like he was leaving. I was disappointed and kinda angry he was leaving. But then my door opened and he stepped inside. He was like a boulder rolling into the room, confident energy that nothing was going to stop him. His shirt was unbuttoned, and he pulled out his cock, waggling it for me to see. He was rock hard. I dropped to my knees right then and there. I went right down on him, showing my inexperience with a cock this size, but he didn’t mind. He just growled happily. “That’s it, boy. That’s what you wanted. Suck daddy’s cock.” I worked the head of his cock, not certain how much I could take. He would push his cock forward, but I would back up to avoid having it go deeper than I could handle. His hand wrapped around the back of my head, pushing me onto his dick as he thrust forward. My face was buried in his pubes; I gagged, but he didn’t care. He held my head there, his cock choking me. I sputtered and tried to breathe but couldn’t. “That’s it, boy. Relax your throat. Relax it.” Then he released me. I gasped for breath, but he was back in my mouth again, both hands grabbing the sides of my head, and he began to fuck my mouth. No one had ever done this. I was overwhelmed and mindlessly captivated at the same time. “There you go, boy. Get that big cock nice and slippery.” I grasped the base of his cock so he wouldn’t force it all into my mouth again. I started working his head and first few inches of his shaft with my mouth. It was sloppy, but he was growling with satisfaction. He reached down and touched my hole, his fingers roughly probing. “Nice,” he growled. “He did put his load in there. I didn’t expect that from you, boy.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and started tucking it away again. “Let’s go down the hall.” I awkwardly stood up; he didn’t offer to help me. I started to follow him out of the room, still naked. “You should put your shorts on. Things are fairly open here, but there are still cameras around.” I slipped on my shorts and tank top, then followed him down the hallway, turned the corner, and turned again into the furthest hallways. I hadn’t been back here yet. There were a couple guys hanging in the hallway, but fewer rooms. He lead me to the very end. We stepped into a dark booth at the end of the hall. It was much larger than the others I’d seen. There was only a long bench and a small TV hanging in the corner. The bench was just plywood covered with carpet. He closed the door. He roughly stripped me again. Then pulled his pants down past his knees, his shirt still hanging open. I noticed a tattoo on his left hand pec. It looked familiar, a kind of swirl design. I wondered if it was an Asian symbol, but that didn’t seem right. I’d seen it before, but couldn’t place it. He spun me around, then pushed me into a kneeling position on the bench. I felt like an action figure being posed and played with. He was behind me, and then I felt his tongue start to probe my hole.. He growled again as he spread my ass open, and his tongue went deeper. “Fuck, boy. There’s a full load in there. Tastes toxic. Was he toxic?” I wasn’t sure what he was was asking. “I don’t know.” He growled. “You didn’t ask?” “I don’t think we talked.” “You’re full of surprises. I thought you were some uptight preppy Twink when I first saw you. I don’t have time for that bullshit. But turns out you’re a hot little pig boy.” I wasn’t sure what to think about what he was saying. I didn’t totally get it. And being called a pig wasn’t really something that was turning me on. But the his tongue went back into my hole, probing it, sending electric shocks through my body. I let out a moan. He slapped my ass. “Fucking hot boy. Fucking hot body. Wanting more cock. You ready for more cock, boy?”Nerves suddenly froze any response I was going to give. “Tell me, boy. Tell me you want daddy’s cock.” He slapped my ass. That snapped my nervousness and I yelped. His fingers massaged my hole, and I automatically started grinding back against them, hoping they would slide inside me. I felt cold glass under my nose; “Inhale. That’s it. Take another hit of the poppers like a good pig boy. I did as I was told. My body filled with at that amazing rush of heat, and felt my heart banging inside me. He grabbed my short ginger-blonde hair and pulled my head up. “Tell daddy what you want. Tell me you want my toxic cock inside your hot fucking body.” My body was aching for it. I lifted my ass up higher in the air for him to see. I felt like my body looked hot. He slapped his cock against my ass and my head exploded. “Please, daddy,” I panted desperately. “Please I want your toxic cock.”

After I was first pozzed in February 2006, I went to STD clinic for the test: the result was not satisfying. I was still neg. Although the doctor advised me to be prudent and practice safe sex, I immediately began searching for a guy who would poz me. It didn't took to much time and I found one. He was a Skaterboy and all of 22 years old. In the beginning I thought he might be a fake, but then he wanted to exchange telephone numbers. We made a date for later the same day. Several hours had to pass before we could get together, so we spoke by telephone a couple of times. I guess he was testing me to make sure I wouldn't flake-out. Little did he appreciate how badly I wanted his poz load, so I was prepared to follow-through with his directions, however unlikely they seemed. At the appointed hour, I was in my bed, naked, douched, and showered, with a blindfold across my eyes. The front door was unlocked (although closed). I was naturally nervous when the doorbell rang. Was it Skaterboy or another chance visitor? Perhaps my mother was in the vicinity and choose this inopportune moment to drop by! I heard the door open and close, and the deadbolt shooting home. Good. No chance of an accidental visitor. I then heard footsteps on the staircase. They came closer and closer, entered the bedroom. He was here. I then recognized the soft smell of poppers. He hold the bottle under my nose and asked: "Well, are you sure you wanna be pozzed?" After some seconds of reflecting I whispered "Yes, I am." He pushed me into position saying only "Open your mouth, bitch." His rock-hard pozzer was demanding entrance. He clearly wanted to be blown, and I was happy to provide the service. Besides, his poz cock tasted fantastic. After I pleasured him for a few minutes, he apparently decided to move to the next stage of the pozzing, because he withdrew from my mouth. Within seconds I was treated to the sensation of his tongue laving my crack and digging around my ass lips. Sweet! He was apparently very experienced, because he rimmed me very well. I moaned loudly to register my pleasure. This seemed to animate him because he entered deeper and deeper with his tongue, his spit thoroughly lubricating me. I was ready. Then he again held the poppers under my nose saying "Sniff again baby." I sniffed, but but he apparently thought I would need more, so he insisted I take an additional huff or two. Then I felt his lubed poz cock entering my hole. It was a mix of pain, horniness and mental connection. It also felt wonderful. He fucked me hard and deep and I registered how readily my hole had opened-up for him, almost as if my hole itself was desperate to be pozzed. A moment of pain shot through my body as he began to pound harder, but he was quick to remark "Sorry, if hurts, buddy, but you said you wanted my poz cum, and you will get it!" He fucked deeper and harder and I only felt horny and wanted him to poz me and started to beg for his poz cum: "Give me your load! I want your poz load! You fucking pig! Poz me!" He paused briefly to have me sniff poppers once more, three times per nostril, deeply inhaled. "You want it bitch?" he asked and I replied "Fuck yeah, man! Poz me!" He then he pulled away my blindfold in one quick motion, and I could see: he was truly as cute as on the photo he had sent. In the same moment he groaned: "Here you are bitch" and pushed his poz cock deep inside, his cum blowing deep up my hole. I was in heaven. I could feel his warm juice soaking into my body. My mind and body were throughly sated. He stayed in position for a a minute or two, undoubtedly catching his breath. He wiggled his cock a bit before he pulled out. His cock was slimy and bloody; he smiled saying "Well, I think you have got it." I think so too.

I have 2 regular FB now which is so unusual for me. Yesterday my regular FB is coming over. It's been 9 days and he hasn't blown once. I get a message from my other one who has been away for over a week and he has a week of cum to build up. I hadn't been fucked in a week too so I was ready. As I am setting these two up someone I had been speaking to on Grindr messages and says he is finally up to breed. First FB comes over at 6pm. As you can imagine, sore full balls and he barely gets in the door and I am up against the wall and he is balls deep in me. He spins me around and bends me over the kitchen bench and is blasting his load in me within minutes. But he fucks me so hard over the bench I have a bruised rib lol (no complaints). He doesn't go down so we go to the bedroom and I ride him again for a few minutes and in goes load #2. We snuggle a bit and he is off. My other FB is there within minutes. Straight to the bed and he spends some time playing with my arse and the other loads, and then its "fuck I can't wait any longer" he is in my wet hole balls deep and flooding me with his seed. Load # 3. We dress and step out for a smoke and then he leaves. The the third guy comes over. Wants to do it in dark. I am back over the kitchen bench taking load #4 - He slaps my arse and he is out the door.

My pig a while back is progressing nicely. Mid session on our break he told me 2 guys he's currently fucking hsve developed the same rash he had. Firstly i was pleasantly surprised that he's becoming such a slut and secondly am sure he knows he's a poz pig.

Yesterday I went to rouge Park in Detroit. Walked into the woods and was quickly followed by a hot guy. He told me to suck his cock but I knew when he immediately started rubbing my ass he wanted to fuck. So I pull down my pants so he can get easy access. He was fucking me good and then said someone else is coming. So he stopped. He then waved the other guy over and told me I guess you’re going to get it in both ends. They took turns spit roasting me and switching from my throat to my pussy. After they both dumped their loads in me two other guys walked up as I was pulling my pants back up. The two guys that fucked me made a few comments to the guys that just walked up that I couldn’t hear...the two new guys told me to not waste my time getting dressed. They then spit roasted me as well both cuming in my pussy. Left there with my pussy leaking cum down my leg. Definitely going back today.

I’ve always fantasized about a daddy to fly me to his city so I can let him use me for extremely raunchy pig fun. When he picks me up from the airport Id hop in his truck and Enjoy the car ride that has been enhanced with the site of him stroking his 9.5 inch curved uncut cock. We’d first stop at a porn store to purchase a leather harness, metal cock rings, max load pills, and diff anal toys for my anal training. We’d both post ads and get on Grindr to let guys know that a father his flown his son in town for a weekend of raunchy pig perversion with hung tops that enjoy barebacking cumdumps. My dad said that he needs me to mentally prepare for a drug filled encounter and strive to be as nasty as possible. Id get cleaned up and ready so he could spend time using toys on my asshole. My dad wants my asshole to be loose and open for his friends and for strangers. We go to a bathhouse and he tells me that it’s time for my rush since his friends are on the way. He carefully finds my vein and instantly I cough and leak Precum while my mind begins to crave filth. I inhale poppers and feel someone behind me. My dad says fuck yea and I realize someone is emptying condoms in my ass. I love it and love that he’s eating it from my ass too. I suddenly feel a huge cock in me and look up to see 2 other men watching while stroking their huge cocks with metal cock rings. I love being a faggot and was so thankful to have a cock inside my ass while people watch. I continuously inhale poppers as men fill the room and watch a fathers son enjoy multiple loads of cum be dumped deep inside his ass and feel the next cock push it further in. Every time a new cock penetrates me, I here moaning and comments about how good the mixture of cum in my ass feels. My dad is the 11th cock to penetrate me, and his thick curved cock makes my ass fart. As he is slowly deep stroking my fun hole, he asks if I’m ready for more cum. I say yes thinking he’s gonna cum in me, but his friend walks in we a small cup of cum that was from another cumdumps ass. They pour the cum in me and my dad pushes it in. His friend puts his cock in my mouth and I can taste cum. After 3.5 hours my dad tells me that I’ve taken 18 loads. That’s when we pack up and leave to head to a sex party in an upscale condo downtown. With a buttplug holding all the cum in me, we arrive at a condo with floor to ceiling windows and 12 naked hung men. Me and two other bottoms enjoyed multiple tops taking turns fucking us and being filmed. Breeding cumdump porn and a 7” cock had my attention, and then I was told to hold still. Another slam and I was sent over the edge. At that time I was begging for two cocks in my ass. Two cocks soaked in cum were rubbing together in my loose asshole as I was being filmed. My dad told me he was so proud of me and that more cock was on the way. That night ended with me taking 42 loads. Dads, fly me to your city to enjoy a weekend of partying and raunchy fun. I refuse no loads and would love to show u how much I love being a faggot cumdump for groups of men in private or public.

Oh and looky: the guy who says he can't stand to read about politics is back in the politics forum downvoting things instead of, you know, being an adult and staying the fuck out of an area that allegedly doesn't interest him. How sad a life one has to live, to seek out stuff that's already helpfully segregated away from other info PRECISELY so that it can be avoided if you don't like the topic - just for the purpose of downvoting people.

Complain if you want, but I applaud it, and if you read the rules, there are not that many actual changes than what was technically in place before. I've almost left this forum several times because of obviously fake people, fake stories, absurd ideas about self harm, etc. I know many on here think I’m some sort of buzz killing prude, but my sex stories put 90% on here to shame, including some that are obviously fake. I just don’t have the need to publish it. The simple fact is this. *glorifying self harm is bad. *there are liabilities to those that host those ideas *stds make sex worse for everyone *giving people an open forum for ideas that are verifiable false and or reckless is a bad idea. Before COVID we were in a 1970’s golden era of gay sex, why fuck that up? Prep works, meds work. What doesn’t work? Being dead or so sick you don’t ever want to fuck and 99% of people don’t want to touch you.

Met this guy while roller-blading in the park a while ago. He was cute, about 22 years old, newly gay, only been fucked once. We just started hanging out as friends and doing stuff. I wasn't looking for a relationship, and he was. He had those eyes for me that followed me everywhere I went, and watched my body move any chance he got. He was a really sweet kid, and we had a lot of fun, but nothing ever happened. We'd been hanging out for about 6 months, and he knew I was poz, and we'd discussed sex a lot. He knew I was into barebacking strictly, and all about my past. He wanted me anyway. He wanted me to be his boyfriend, but as I said, I wasn't looking for any sort of commitment, and I knew if I had sex with him, he'd only get more emotionally involved. I'd been experimenting with bondage, mostly being tied up for a few months, and had chatted with this guy online for a while about getting together. After taking all the safety measures of getting to know him, and trust him, we finally agreed to meet. We'd been talking for about 3 months online so far. He had someone he said who wanted to watch the scene we would do, but not be involved in it. He said the guy was young, cute, and curious to try it himself, and wanted to see how things went. I have never minded doing stuff in public or being watched, so I agreed. I got to the guy's house that Saturday night, and he immediately stripped and blindfolded me He then led me naked down to his basement, where he had a dungeon setup. I was already hard, and dripping as I was going down the stairs. He tied me to a St. Andrews cross, fully spread eagle, naked, tied at the wrists, ankles, and waist by soft nylon ropes. He did his things to me then, since this isn't really a bondage group, I won't get into all the details, but suffice it to say, my cock was tied, teased, and my body was in exquisite pain/pleasure for about 2 hours. I was begging to be allowed to cum at this point, and he knew it. He told me the guy had been watching the whole scene, and it made my already hard dick throb even more (there was a huge wet puddle of my pre-cum under me), and ooze out another thick glob of juice, as I felt it slowly drool out of my dick and slide down to the floor. He removed the blindfold then, and it took me about a minute for my eyes to readjust to seeing after 2 1/2 hours of being totally in the dark. There before me stood my bondage top, and a little behind him and against the wall, was "the kid." This was the kid I'd mentioned earlier, my little buddy. He'd been watching me the whole time. I was confused, and surprised, but not angry. The kid told me he had worked out a deal for the top guy, and had him talk to me online, so he could see me having fun finally. I laughed, and didn't really mind. He'd probably be even more focused on me now, but we hadn't had sex, and it was alright. They both kind of looked at each other, and the top said that I didn't realize the full extent of the deal. I was confused. The top stripped the kid naked before me, and began tying him up as well, only he was being tied face down, reverse hogtied, with his body bent over a padded structure, his legs open and spread and tied to the legs. Wow, I thought, I get to watch and get off too. That wasn't what the "deal" was though. All the time the kid was being tied, the top continued to keep me hard and on edge, so I was still bursting at the balls. Finally the kid was tied up, and spread open. The top then moved the kid and his structure directly in front of me, so that the kids ass lined up a few inches in front of my dick. Again, I was confused. The top explained that the deal was that the kid got to get fucked by me, which I would never agree to, and the top got to watch this beautiful, young kid, get fucked bare, and take a poz load in his neg ass. I almost lost my hardon. Now I was mad, and felt betrayed. I thought to myself, the kid doesn't realize what he's doing! He knew I was poz, and knew he shouldn't be doing this. At the same time, I was still hard, and the thought of fucking his beautiful, sweet ass, and blowing a charged load into him, changing him forever, made another huge glob of precum ooze out of my dick. I was then gagged, so I couldn't say anything or complain. I could hardly even move, I was tied so tight. Slowly the top moved the kid backwards towards my aching dick. My dickhead brushed across his tight little hold, and it became wet with more of the precum I was now almost flowing out of my dick. The kid had a lot more mobility than I did in movement, and he slowly started to back himself onto my throbbing dick. I tried to move or resist, but it was useless. The head popped in, without any lube other than my precum, and my head swam in confusion of fear for the kid, and the pleasure finally being supplied to my dick that had been denied through teasing for hours. The kid continued to back himself onto me, until he had about half of my dick in him, and stopped. Obviously it hurt him (remember, I was only the 2nd guy to be inside him). He kinda lost his nerve a bit from the pain I think, and just held still. The top seeing this grabbed for his balls, and pulled, causing the kid to back away from him and fully impale himself onto my entire dick. He kinda squealed in pain, because my dick at the base was pretty dry, and I kinda tore into him as he suddenly backed onto me. My dick was harder than it has ever been, as the top pushed the structure under the kid more towards me, pinning the kid against me and the table, so that he couldn't pull himself off my dick. There we were locked together, me inside him, neither of us able to move. At that moment, I was still so hard, and wanted to fuck, I just couldn't help myself. With what little mobility I had, I slowly started to fuck his ass, it felt so good and warm. I looked down at my dick, and there was a little blood on it, the kid had torn his ass being impaled on me. I knew we wouldn't be released until we were done, and strangely a part of me was incredibly turned on by the fact that I would probably be pozzing this kid. I thrust more, and felt more precum flowing out of my shaft and into him, lubing his ass more, and making it feel more wet. The top started to play with my balls, and nips again, and my thrusting grew more insistent. The kid was being really quiet, I wasn't sure if he was in pain, or scared, or what, but then I realized I didn't care. I wanted to fuck, I needed to cum, and I was turned on by blowing my cum into his little neg ass. I lost restraint, and let go, slowly pumping back and forth into him. Within two minutes, I couldn't hold back, since I had been on the edge for two hours, the top squeezed on my balls, and my dick grew even bigger, as I shuddered and started cumming into him. The thoughts going through my mind were of a savage sexual aggression, I wanted to fuck him, to cum in him and to blow poz cum into his neg ass, I was so turned on, as my dick spasmed and contracted, and I shot what felt like 10-12 thick spurts of cum into his ass. We held still for a while, and then were both untied. We left together, and didn't say a word at all. I drove the kid to my house, and we both went in, still not talking. Wordlessly, I took his hand and took him to the bedroom, and undressed us both. I began kissing him, licking him all over and bent him back onto the bed. I licked his hairless, smooth, tight little body, as he writhed around and moaned. I sucked his nips, licked his balls, and slowly took his dick into my mouth, and sucked slowly. He came almost instantly, and I let it flow from his dick into my mouth, and held it there. When he finished, I climbed up to him, and kissed him, sharing his sperm between our two mouths, kissing and licking his lips. He ate his own cum greedily, as I spread his legs open, and moved between them. Still wordlessly, I mounted his ass, and slid bare inside him. He moaned, and opened his legs more, his eyes filled with lust and passion. I slowly fucked him this time for a while, thinking the whole time, how I needed to breed his ass more, make sure the poz cum took hold of his body, and blew another load into him. He said he could feel as my dick was contracting in his ass, and then a really warm, wet feeling as my cum went into him. I fucked him all the rest of the weekend, continually inseminating his ass over and over. I couldn't get enough of it, and was more than turned on by pozzing a neg guy. It was a feeling that lasted, and I wanted to repeat with him and others more and more. The kid converted a few weeks later after getting sick. After a few difficult weeks of resorting out our relationship, we both settled comfortably into becoming fuck buddies, and started working together to tag other neg guys, but that's another story.

I just discovered how hot Ryan Carter is. Have seen him in a couple of videos before, but not really caught my attention before now. The verbal and piggy action in this video is mindblowing! I edged my way all the way through it, with good help from some favourite poppers. Enjoy it, guys!! [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5fd27fe963e81

I am a sub bb bottom. I would’ve to find a group of like minded tops and a few bottoms to chat and meet up! Let’s figure it out

I fantasize about being handcuffed/tied up, gagged, and blindfolded either in a sleazy motel room or somewhere in public. Then have the address posted online everywhere for men to come breed and bring their friends. Until I pass out from being bred so much but guys keep going on my unconscious hole. Basically a public cumdump whore. hmu serious inquiries only.

Hi, I’ve been following these forums off and on for years. Becoming a cumdump has always been my ultimate fantasy, but I’ve only recently started building up the courage to try. Bi, 34, white, 5’9”, 190, muscle bottom here. I’ve only done safe so far and I’m ddf / neg and getting a prescription for Truvada soon. I was wondering if there were any men here in Dallas or the north Texas area that might be able to mentor me on this. Ideally, I’d love to find a group of tops or dominant man that gets off on whoring me out. I’m too shy to setup a group myself, but would love being tied up at a motel serving dozens of men of all ages, shapes, and sizes. I’d pay for the room, etc and for your time. Thank you SIR kik: DFWSUBBOI31 jakemanntx34@gmail.com

Bottom Jim, could you please share information on DC based bb parties? I would like to participate.

Can anyone tell me who these guys are, or what studio makes this video?? [think before following links] [think before following links] https://twitter.com/terupincur/status/1365552495120932868?s=21

Hot Story! I’ve gotten off several times while reading it. It brings back so many memories and today, nostalgia and sadness. My first visit to an adult bookstore was during my senior year of college. For four years, I had enjoyed almost daily adventures in the campus men’s rooms. An ad for a bookstore in Durham piqued my interest as I was looking for somewhere to satisfy my lust for anonymous sex once my college days were over. For the remainder of the semester, I made weekly trips to that bookstore becoming more daring in what I was willing to do. This was the early 1990s after all and I was still trying to play safe. Moving back home for the summer, I took a major step and visited our town’s local bookstore. Since my youth, the place had excited me. It seems my family only ever drove by it on our trips to the beach. Headed east, I would secretly cut my eyes to the storefront as we passed by, taking in the signs advertising “peep shows”, “adult mags and films”, and “arcade”. Years later I was shaking that first visit, afraid that I would run into someone that I knew. In the ensuing years I did see some neighbors and even a few relatives (exchanged smiles, but never said anything to them – neither in the store or outside of there). I did get to suck off a former schoolmate and a teacher I knew there. The place was small compared to the one I first visited, but over the years there have been some great times. It’s where I truly became the pig that I feel I am today. I’ve spent many hours on my knees there servicing cock. I’m not sure where I had my first raw fuck, but I know that back booth on the right is where I first took multiple loads and knew that I wouldn’t go back to condoms. That first visit was in 1991. Over the years, the customers had been dwindling with the availability of hookup sites and coupled with Covid-19, the end was expected. Today, 27FEB21, the place closed for good. The worst part, instead of closing at five, it was closed hours early when I arrived. A little sad, I feel cheated out of being there on the last day and maybe being the last one to leave. I was there the past three days though. I worked the gloryholes and got bred in an open area near the back while another guy watched - hot. For almost thirty years this place had been my playground. They have been locals and travelers, young and old; but all men who I was glad to have known. I’ll certainly miss it.

I love being dominated by boys Rougher the better

It didnt take many minutes before my ass was stretched out around Peters cock. First he gave me a quick rim, tasting the cum of his husmand. THen he slid inside me himself, and started breeding. Honestly, the next twenty minutes that followed is the greatest of my life so far. THere are many reasons to this: 1) Peter has an amazing cock. It is long, it is thick, it is veiny, it is black. The foreskin gliding back and forth when he enters my cunt, andjust makes an amazing sensation inside m. 2) Peter is an incredible fucker. He is in total control the whole time. He holds me tight and decides the position with a steady grip, throwing me around to fit his next ideas. His thrusting is impeccable, always changing speeds and depth at the right time, never making it boring. One of his best tricks is to glide as slow as possible, all the way from balls deep, until only the tip of the cock head barely touches my hole. THen pushing back in just as slowly. It literally made me fiil like his cock went all the way up to my throat, feeling every millimeter of it going into me. 3) Peter has an amazing body. He is muscular, huge arms and chest. Really underlines that he is in control - not me. 4) Peter is incredibly verbal. He is constantly asking me what I want - the answer always being his cock and cum inside me. Also, he comments on how he is fucking me, like "Im breeding you slow now.. sliding my tool all the way up inside you. Slowly pushing it up your gut." IT makes me so turned on. Furthermore he talks to Michael: "Michael, isnt this hot? Seeing your husband breed this useless little slut? You found us a good nice new fuckhole to play with." 5) Peter is really persevering. He can keep pounding my ass harder than I have ever taken it before for minutes without break. ANd always coming up with new ideas for positions, speeds, angles etc. 6) Peter is POZ. He has the experience of a horny, sleazy POZ pig. He even shows it proudly with his tattoo. And he does his best to spread the happy sleazyness. 7) Peter cums a lot. More about that later. 8) Peter loves cumplay. Also more about that. ___

This is the fantasy of my 25th birthday: I had always been a safe sex bottom and fucked bare as a top only occasionally. As my 25th birthday was approaching I began to feel I needed to fulfill a long burning desire: to be bred by numerous guys with no questions asked. The night of my birthday I called a friend of mine who happened to be the manager of a local bathhouse. "Hey, D! What's going on birthday boy?" he asked as he answered the phone. "Well Sam, I am needing to fulfill a longtime desire of mine and would like your help." I begin to explain the scenario I want to him: I want to be put in a sling, naked, lubed and blindfolded. I want ads posted on CL, BBRT, A4A and at the entrance of the baths for any and all guys to fuck my hot hole until they drop a load. I explain I will be available all evening and willing to take any cock brought to me. The only catch is this: I don't want to know the guys status until he is breeding me deep and it is too late. Sam agreed to set up the situation for me and I got get ready for my evening, making sure I was clean inside and out, and ready for a night of getting absolutely loaded. When I arrived at the bathhouse Sam greeted me saying "Alright man! I have everything ready and have gotten about 200 replies to all the ads, and there are already about 50 men here waiting." I quivered at the thought of what was before me. I knew this was what I wanted, but I was still slightly nervous. Sam led me to the sling, stripped me naked and locked me in the sling. Now I know I was committed, so when Sam asked I was ready, I replied "I was born ready, babe!" "Mind if I'm the first cock tonight then?" he asked as he dropped his pants. "Bring it on!" He gave me a rough and powerful fuck, just to get me opened and ready to serve men all night. Just as he was about to shoot he leaned over and growled in my ear "Here's your first POZ load of the night bitch! Welcome to the Brotherhood!" I almost passed out as I felt his hot load singe my tight hole. Then he blindfolded me and left me alone for the fun to commence, with only the music to keep me company. (Well, that and the hot load leaking from my ass.) To be continued?

I was out with friends tonight when I got a message on Grindr. I had talked to this kid a couple of months ago briefly before he told me he was underage. I told him to hit me up after he turned 18. His message was "Just saw you on. My 18th birthday was last week." I messaged back I was tied up with friends for a while but very glad to hear from him with this news. I told him I would message later. I hit him up an hour or so later. He was pretty noncommittal about meeting. I eventually got it out of him that he was having cold feet because he was a total virgin. We talked off and on for the rest of the evening, but no progress was made. Finally, I was in bed almost ready to turn the lights out and crash when he messaged. He was waiting for his parents to fall asleep, so he could sneak out. I went to pick him up (no car). A few minutes later this tall, thin black guy with a baby face got into my car. I asked to check his drivers license; he looked amused but said he understood. This confirmed he was 18 years and 9 days old. So I drove back to my place. We went to my room and got naked. Damn, this boy was hung. I hadn't asked for pictures before, so it was a very pleasant surprise. He said he had never measured it, but by my inability to easily handle its length or width, I guess it was in the neighborhood of 9" x 7". He was very nervous but very game. We stroked each other at first. Then he reached down to play with my hole. He then asked me to give him a blowjob. Even with good, fresh poppers, it was a struggle to swallow his dick. I got him to the brink of cumming pretty quickly. I asked if he wanted to shoot in my throat or ass. He indicated the latter, so I took a break from sucking him. He then wanted to blow me. He was clearly a beginner, but he was eager and trying hard to please. He got my precum flowing good. Then he asked to fuck me. I got the lube for him and rolled over on my belly. I talked him through fingering my hole open. I didn't need as much loosening as we did; I was just trying to teach him what to do. Eventually, we were ready. He got into position over me and began to press in. It was really big as I said above. Fortunately, I have taken my share of big cocks. I had him add lube a couple of times and did ask to catch my breath a couple of times as well. All too quickly, he shot a huge load in my hole. We laid down on the bed together. I could tell he had a lot to process. After a few minutes, I got up to pee. When I returned he was almost fully dressed. I got dressed as well and drove him home. We agreed to do it again soon. It's been a long time since I had the privilege of being a virgin's first time. I hope it was as enjoyable for him as it was for me. I am pretty sure he had a great time.

One other suggestion: if he makes jokes on the side, you can joke back with plausible deniability. Especially if the joke has even the faintest hints of "you wish you could" about it. The rejoinder I'd make is something like "Don't let your mouth write a check your body's not gonna cash". (That is, assuming he knows what a check is; with younger people today you never know). Sometimes that'll be just enough opening for him to amp up the teasing - which you can take note of. If he backs off, you can always say you were just picking on him the way he picks on you, "bro".

Mark was the boy next door. In my case, this was literal. I live in a pretty bad part of town, and Mark’s mother was pretty hard up for cash, and she couldn’t afford anything decent for them when she moved in next to me years ago. That was when he was in his last year of elementary school. When he was in eighth grade, I could see that he was going to fill out pretty nicely as he aged. He was a little pudgy and self-conscious about his body. He was always wearing baggy clothes, I think trying to hide his boyfat from bullies. When he was a freshman, his fur started coming in, and by his junior year he had a trashy goatee going, complementing his dark brown curly hair that went from the top of his head turning black as it ran down to his toes. I’m not usually attracted to teenagers. A teenage boy is still a boy. Hell, no one is really manly until they hit their thirties, if then. It takes some time for them to grow hair on their chest, excuse the pun. And they have to be trained. It is a rare boy that is worth the hassle. Mark was different. He was boyish, yes, but also kind of pathetic. I knew that his parents didn’t have money to help him with school, and honestly in my interactions with his mother I assumed it would be pointless anyway since he would probably take after her and she was dumb as a rock. And always, always broke: My first interactions with Mark involved him borrowing something from me. Everything from cooking supplies (basic stuff like butter; she was no chef) to shaving cream when he started to need it a few years ago. She was so dumb she missed the fact that she had a blossoming faggot on her hands. Which was good for Mark, because his stupid mother was also a Pentecostal and didn’t tolerate sodomy. I knew she had her suspicions about me, but she was poor enough to have to send her son my way for the shit she couldn’t pay for, and she needed money more than she needed to express her religious opinions. I first caught wind of this when the kid borrowed a laptop of mine for a school project his junior year. It came back absolutely filthy, filled with gay porn. Age appropriate gay porn; the kid was clearly into other twinkish, young guys. Actually, young white guys that all looked like they came out of an Abercrombie and Fitch shoot. Not my scene, but pretty typical for young white gay teen. Once I knew he had a nose for cock, I started checking the hook up apps for him. Incognito, of course. Eventually I came across him one day, after he had turned 18. According to his profile, he was not into anal. Drug and disease free. Looking for same. Masc only. “Be height weight proportional, under 30 only.” His words all, not mine. Me? I’m all about anal; way, way over 30. And definitely not drug and disease free. But hey, I was masculine. I checked off that box. But I didn’t think the kid would give me the time of day. Little did I know, I had a secret weapon. One day, out of the blue, I got a knock at my door. It was Mark, and he was red with embarrassment. “Hey Mr. Walker, can I talk to you for a minute?” He was shuffling at the threshold to my apartment. He looked like he wanted to be doing anything else. This was always the way he looked when he came over asking for a big favor. “What’s up Mark? Come on in.” I left the door open for him and walked to my living room, sitting in the recliner. Mark followed me, wearing his usual baggy clothing, his phone glued to his hand like always. I had actually bought the phone for him as a gift when he was 15, and all the rest of his friends had the coolest, newest smart phones. It was a pay as you go model, and frankly not very good, but Mark didn’t mind. “Thanks Mr. Walker,” he said as he stood next to the couch. He looked at me, waiting. “You can sit, boy.” I smiled at him, putting an emphasis on the boy part. He was going to need instruction from me at some point. I snapped my fingers, pointing to the part of the couch facing me. “Sit right there.” “Yes, sir,” he said. He was always polite with me, Mark was. I liked that. “Um...I need some advice,” he said. He didn’t want to be having this conversation, that much was certain. He was doing everything he could to look away, delay. He started mumbling something about how stressed he was at school and at home, blah blah blah. Boring poor teenager stories. Talking is overrated: That boy had much better uses for his mouth. “Cut to the chase, Mark: What do you need?” I am not a patient man. I was not about to listen to hours of teen boy sob stories. “Well...see, I need a car to visit my...girlfriend.” This would not be the first time that Mark has borrowed my car. His mother doesn’t own one, and he needed one for his licensing test last year. I own a nice black SUV, and I knew that Mark loved driving it. “I see. Where does your girlfriend live?” Now, I knew damn well that this kid did not have a girlfriend. But I needed to know how far he was going to go to convince me otherwise, in order to get my car. He had to take a moment to think about this. “Uh, Windsor,” he said. “So you need to cross the border?” Mark nodded, eagerly. “Yeah and the thing is she like, um, well her mom is kinda like my mom, you know? So she can’t date or anything, and uh...well, see, her parents are kinda going out of town this weekend...” “So you just need my car for the weekend?” I could feel my dick stirring in my shorts. “Yeah, if that’s ok, Mr. Walker.” He put his head down. The boy didn’t like asking me for help, ever. Probably because he knew how much his mother had taken advantage of me over the years, without me asking for anything in return. If only his mother knew: All of the favors I’d done for Mark over the years were about to be repaid, with interest. I got up and walked over to the door, where my keys were hanging off of a coat rack. I put them in my hand, dangling them. “I don’t know, Mark. If you’re going to be driving I should really let your mom know...” “No!” He said, excitedly. “Please don’t! She won’t let me go.” Those puppy dog eyes were wide open, terrified. “So she doesn’t know about your girlfriend?” “Well uh, she thinks I am going to spend the weekend with a friend from church.” “Jason?” Mark nodded. He did not have many friends, so that could only mean Jason. Jason was Mark’s age, but mixed race and his parents were still together and not, you know, dirt poor like Mark. “So he’s covering for you?” “Well...yeah, I mean...he was gonna go with me...” “You’re both going to go on a date with this girl from Windsor?” “Well I mean, Jay is 19, so he was gonna go and drink while we, uh, did stuff.” Mark is not above lying to get what he wants, but he must have taken me for a fool. He had “borrowed” twenty bucks a couple of months ago to go to Jason’s 18th birthday party, some lame laser tag event with their church friends. And now he had concocted a wild story to justify taking my car out cruising for cock, no doubt. But I sensed an opportunity, and I took it. I made a big deal of it, but after some hemming and hawing I relented and told him that he could use my car that weekend, if he was safe and responsible. The boy was eager, and asked if he could have the keys right away. I told him that I had to clear some things out, but that I would take the keys over to him later that day. After he left, I put my plan into action. Once I had everything in place and set up inside the SUV, I walked over to Mark’s apartment and gave him the keys before his mother got home from work. My own weekend was uneventful. That is, until late on Saturday night, when I turned on the security cameras that gave me a bird’s eye view of my truck’s interior, complete with audio. I toggled a bit, seeing all the different perspectives. It was a sight to behold: A shirtless, tasty Mark giving head to an equally shirtless, big cocked Jason. “Dude, that feels so good,” Jason whispered. “Your mouth feels so fucking good....” “Mmmphh” was all that Mark could say in reply. Jason was snaking his hand down Mark’s back, moving his fingers underneath the boy’s baggy pants. “Just let me fuck you,” Jason asked. Mark shook his head, lifting his mouth up from Jason’s cock. I could see it on one of the screens: That precum and spit connecting Mark’s cocksucker lips to Jason’s tool. “Dude, I told you I’m not into that.” “Come on man, just for a minute.” Jason’s hand moved farther down, and he seemed to be stroking Mark’s ass cheek. “No way Jay. I don’t get fucked.” Jason pulled Mark up and kissed him, then whispered in his ear. Something that was too low for the camera to catch. Mark turned around. “Ok, but just a finger.” Jason immediately shoved his arm further down Mark’s pants and started playing with that unopened hole, causing Mark to groan with pleasure. Oh yeah, I had these boys where I needed them. I let this go on for a while without telling Mark I knew anything. He and Jason had a few more fun nights together in my SUV. Jason was slowly introducing Mark to the pleasures of gay sex, but he was not having any luck getting the kid to give him his ass. At the same time, the boys were starting to drink and smoke pot together. I saw some of it on the cam, but the boy was starting to reek of it when I saw him in the hallway. Finally, one Friday night he texted me, asking if I could come get him because he was too drunk to drive home. I texted back that I didn’t have any way of getting to Windsor. Then he called me. Slurring, he apologized. “I’m not in Windsor,” he explained. “Jay and I got into a fight...” His voice trailed off. He sounded confused, and like he had been crying. “Where are you?” He gave me the directions to a park that was about a half mile away from Jason’s house.They must have been going there to get busy. By the time I had ubered my way over, he was asleep, with the car running. I knocked on the driver’s window and he sat up, startled, and opened the door. “Has the car been running this whole time?” I asked. “Yeah, sorry Mr. Walker, sir,” Mark slurred. “I didn’t want to drive ‘cause...” his voice trailed off, his intoxication obvious. “Mark, you dumb shit, they can get you for a DUI if the car is running. Get in passenger seat.” He stepped out of the car and stumbled, and I had to carry him over to the passenger seat. He started to panic. “I can’t go home like this, Mr. Walker, my mom...” I nodded. “Your mom is going to be very upset with you, don’t you think?” I turned the ignition and started pulling out of the lot and headed towards the park exit. “I’m feeling tense just from what you put me through tonight,” I added. “You could have gotten us both in a lot of trouble.” The boy’s eyes were closed. “I’m sorry Mr. Walker, really I am.” “Well, not as sorry as you will be after I’ve talked with your mom about this. “ Mark opened his eyes, and looked like he was going to keep crying. But he didn’t say anything, just slouched more into his seat. “Especially after I show her the video.” This sobered him up a bit, or at least made him sit up straight. “What video?” “My security camera. Haven’t checked it lately, but if you have been drinking in this car then she needs to know.” That really got his attention. He was staring at me wide eyed. “You have a camera in here?” “Of course I have a camera in here, Mark. You know how often cars get stolen in this town?” Mark didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to: I could tell from his sweat and trembling that he knew he was going to be caught with his pants down and Jason’s big cock in his mouth. “Uh, could you not show her the video?” I shrugged. “What’s in it for me?” And Mark knew I was right. As far as he knew I had put my trust in him and he had let me down. One of the few people around him that actually seemed to care, and to do things for him. “I can do stuff for you,” he suggested. “Like...chores, that kind of stuff. Just please don’t tell my mom.” “You smell like a distillery and a hemp festival all wrapped in one,” I pointed out. “Your mom is gonna know you were out drinking.” I could feel my cock swelling in my jeans. We were not far from the apartment now. Not far at all. “Can I crash at your place? Please just let me sleep it off,” he whined at me. “If you sleep at my place, are you gonna tell me what happened tonight?” I asked him. “Everything?” He just nodded. But now he looked defeated. As we walked into my apartment, I stopped him at the doorway. “You’re not coming in here with those stinking clothes,” I told him. “Take them off.” Mark hesitated for a minute, then started taking his shirt off, struggling through his inebriation. He stripped down to his boxer briefs, apparently thinking it was over. I had to take a minute to drink him in: A little shorter than me but covered with that fine black fur. And of course, I had to see the rest of him. “All of it,” I said. “And go hop in the shower. I don’t want you stinking up the place.” He walked over to the hallway and immediately went in the wrong room. “Whoops!” I heard him say. Once I heard him step into the shower, I started disrobing. When I opened the shower door he jumped, completely startled. “Mr. Walker! What?” He stumbled again, the alcohol and pot still clouding his head. Now, I am not that attractive. I’m attractive enough to have sex regularly, but I am a little bulky, I’m losing my hair and my thirties are nothing but a memory now, and I have a lot of silver or salt and pepper hair to prove it. But I have something that a lot of fags absolutely love: A nice nine inch cock. And now it was hard, and I was not trying to hide it. I just pushed my way in and pushed him aside as I started rinsing with the water and then lathering soap over my body. “Hot water only lasts for a few minutes,” I explained. “We’re gonna need to share.” He watched me lather up my dick, and he seemed to be hyperfocused on it. So focused he didn’t hear me calling his name. “Mark? Earth to Mark?” I snapped my fingers. He was pretty drunk still. He looked back at me, and then seemed to shake himself out of whatever daydream he was in. “Sorry, Mr. Walker. I’m still kinda out of it.” “That’s ok, boy.” I lathered up my hand with soap. “You know, Mark, I’ve been watching those videos.” I put my soapy, right hand over my cock, stroking it. Mark looked absolutely terrified as I used my left hand to turn him around and press his stomach against the shower, while moving it down his back until my soaped fingers pressed down along his crack. “You probably don’t want your mom to see those videos, do you, Mark?” He just shook his head, hanging it down in shame. “And I am guessing that you don’t want Jason’s parents to see you drinking down his loads of cum, do you?” “No, Mr. Walker.” I started lathering up his hole, and he reached back to stop me but I used my right hand to grab his. “Just let me get you clean, boy.” I started soaping him up, and he started moaning as my fingers teased around his hole. “I don’t really do that,” he whispered. “What? Clean your asshole?” “No, I mean...I don’t put things up there...” I could tell from his body language that he was getting really uncomfortable. I didn’t want to come on too strong. He hadn’t tried to run away from me yet, so I would take it slower. I moved my hand away and shrugged, like I didn’t care. In reality, my hard on throbbed because my touch was the first confirmation that his hole was hairy. “Just soaping it up,” I said. “But you should always keep your cock and ass clean, boy. Always ready for a man to use them.” I finished rinsing off. As I watched him, I saw that his cock was growing. “So you really don’t want your mom to see that video huh?” I asked, scrubbing what was left of my hair with shampoo. I could see Mark staring at me, his eyes darting between my grey haired chest and my cock. “No,” he admitted. His hands had crept to his 5 inch penis, which he was stroking now. “That’s a really big favor, Mark,” I said. “What’s in it for me?” “I don’t know, Mr. Walker...” “You said something about chores?” “Yes!” Mark yelled, eagerly, his eyes wide and a big smile. “I can do chores for you!” He looked at my cock. “What kind of chores?” “Um, any kind...” I put my wet hand in the kid’s hair and stroked it. “Be more specific.” Mark hung his head. “I can suck you off. If that’s what you want.” “No, not really.” Mark had no reason to know this, but I was not really a fan of blowjobs. It was his tight, unpenetrated ass that I craved. “Not right now anyway.” He stared at me. “I have a few videos,” I told him. “Mostly shows you, sucking off Jason. Smoking pot, drinking.” I stroked my cock for him. “Just teens being teens. But I don’t think your mom would like it would she?” He shook his head. “No.” I put my hands on his shoulders. “And you don’t have anywhere else to go, do you?” Mark choked up at this. “No.” “I see.” I pushed him down, until he was forced onto his knees. “You gonna do what I say?” I asked him. He nodded at me, uncertain, his innocent curly haired face staring back at me, waiting. I pressed my dick against his lips. “Open.” I grabbed his hair, holding him against my groin. He dutifully obeyed, taking about a quarter of my nine incher into his mouth. I just stood, waiting. He started licking, hesitantly, moving his tongue around my head. And then I did it: I pissed right in his mouth. At first I think the kid thought that I was filling him with a load. Probably thought that I came prematurely like his boyfriend. But a couple seconds in, he realized what I was doing and, acting on instinct, tried to pull away. That’s when I made sure he drank it all. It wasn’t much, but I had to make sure that he knew the score. After I finished he looked up, mouth still on my dick, bewildered. Frightened. And, I think, a little excited. Because what’s better for a bottom than pleasing his top? Nothing really. And whether this kid knew it or not, he was a bottom. Or a bottom in training. And I aimed to teach him well. “Don’t leave a drop,” I told him. He sucked and sucked for a few minutes. Then I pushed him off of me and finished rinsing off while he waited on his knees. I turned off the water. “Use the mouthwash on the sink,” I told him. “There are towels in the cabinet.” I left the shower, grabbing the towel I had put out for myself when I came in. Stumbling and shaking, Mark came out drenched, looking for a towel. “Where are they?” he asked again, still dazed and confused. I grabbed a towel from the cabinet, annoyed. “Here.” “Thanks, Mr. Walker,” he said, drying himself off. Then he stumbled again, and that was when I realized that this kid was probably too shit faced to even remember me pissing in him. After he finished drying his body, he stood, mute. Waiting for something. “Go sit on the couch,” I said. He obeyed immediately, without question. As his body sank into the couch, I grabbed my phone to interface with the TV. “I’m so sleepy,” he said, snuggling into the couch. The little bitch thought he could get out of this by playing tired! “No school tomorrow,” I reminded him. “And no work for me. You should stay awake.” He preferred not to. He started moving his face against the pillow, smiling against it. “You don’t mind, do you Mr. Walker? I’m just really sleepy...” Now, ordinarily, I would let the boy sleep; after all, this piece of trash was going to end up ass up no matter what I did. Tonight, something was different. I could sense it. I let the kid lie down on the couch, and after he was asleep I raised his legs up. That sweet ass stared at me, winking. I had to have it tonight. So I did what any rational man would do: I went and grabbed a baggie of Tina and started moistening his hole with it. He started to stir. "Mr. Walker? What's going on?" I stroked my cock as I worked his hole over. Then I pushed some of the crystal inside, making Mark wince in pain. "Mark, you and your mother have taken advantage of me." I circled my finger inside his hole, and he moaned. When he saw that I was staring at him, he looked down in shame. "I-I guess. I'm sorry Mr. Walker we just-" I plunged another finger inside. "Ow! Mr. Walker I didn't-ow ow!" I was jabbing both fingers in and out now, and he was starting to open up. His protests were turning to purrs of delight. Oh yes. Tonight I planned to go all the way until this slut was begging for more cock in that pussy.

Was at Racetrack getting gas and had to pee so I went in to do that and get a soda. There was a cute blonde guy about 20 hanging out nearby that followed me in. He went to the urinal next to me and pulled his cock out and started stroking. We made eye contact and once I stopped peeing started stroking. He nodded to the stall and I followed him into it. He dropped his pants and I wasn't sure what he was looking for so started stroking his cock. He undid my jeans and pulled my cock out and started stroking me too. We weren't jerking long before he asked "wanna fuck?" I said yeah and turned my back to him and got up against the wall. I could hear and feel his spit hit my ass and felt his dick enter me. It was slender but long so I knew it wouldn't be too bad to take with just spit. He asked "cum inside?" and I said yeah and soon felt he blast inside me. He kept stroking in me and it wasn't long before he asked if I wanted the second one in me. I said I did and before long could tell he'd cum in me again. He slid out and moved in next to me smiling at me saying it was his turn. I was so turned on taking his loads I knew I wouldn't last long and did the same spit and stick like he did me and was surprised he could take my thick cock with no complaints. And unlike him I wasn't gonna ask if he wanted the load inside or not, I was gonna shoot inside him and did. He let out a sigh and whispered how good it felt. I pulled my jeans back up and quickly left. I'm not sure why as he was hot and I should have seen if I could have got his number. He didn't say anything to me either as I dressed and left the bathroom. While getting my soda I saw him come out of the bathroom and again he was hanging out near the door of the bathroom. I could only guess he was hoping for some quickies as the lunch time rush came. I have some quickies at this Racetrack before but never though of hanging out for a hookup but I'll have to check it out some more.

Well the outdoor green space was too exposed to the dormitory behind Flex. ls the the new expansion gonna be worthwhile? Is the parking lot the same? My car got its bumper damaged in that tight lot.

Chapter 7 - Two Boys in Boston *Ding* Brian awoke to the text message tone of his phone. He looked at his alarm clock. “11:07am”. He had slept late, unsurprising after the night he just had. He looked at his phone to check the message. “How are you feeling baby boy? You snuck out on me last night.” It was from Adam. Lying in bed, Brian was still naked, covered in dry cum. As he swung his legs off the side of the bed to get up, he realized his ass was still feeling the effects of being invaded for the first time. It was sore; his whole body was sore really. He stood and reached down between his legs to find his hole, no longer virgin. He stuck his thin bony index finger inside himself and thought he could still feel Adam’s cum. He walked across his bedroom, opened his closet door, and looked at himself in the hanging mirror. His hair was more messed up than on a normal morning. He could barely make out the cum against the pale skin on his thinly defined chest. His soft cock hung off of his slim frame, just as it did before, but it felt different now, having been in another man’s mouth. He turned sideways to see his ass protrude from his thin frame, serving as a reminder what he had done the night before. Brian unlocked his phone and tried to figure out what he wanted to say to Adam. “Hey, yeah, I woke up and wasn’t sure what to do with myself so I came home.” He sent. He wrote out another. “I don’t know how I feel. Like I said last night, sexy but scared. I haven’t even graduated high school and now I’m poz.” “Well, I hope so Brian. Fingers crossed that I successfully infected you, but you’ll have to get tested to know for sure. Might not have.” Brian had just accepted that Adam was probably toxic enough to convert him. His thought process hadn’t yet gotten far enough to think that maybe he hadn’t. Even getting loaded up with toxic cum was no guarantee. As that dawned on him, in that moment, he felt relief. Maybe he just had a super hot hookup and lost his virginity, and he wouldn’t have to suffer the consequences. “I’ll let you know” he sent off to Adam. “Please do. And I hope I’ll be seeing you again, either way.” Brian let that message sit. ***** The next day, Sunday, Brian returned to Boston, but this time it was for accepted students day at Boston University, where he had decided to spend the next four years of his life. Brian was excited to go to school in the city. BU’s campus was smack dab in the middle of Beantown, a stone’s throw away from Fenway Park and everything else the city had to offer. He was quite nervous about it, having always been a quiet, reserved kid, but he was hoping that going to school here would help him break out of his shell a bit. It also didn’t hurt that he thought being in the city would be a boon to his burgeoning sex life. But an accepted students day was not an environment where Brian would typically thrive. Surrounded by kids his age that he didn’t know, his anxiety was close to bubbling over. For some reason, he always thought people he didn’t know were judging him, and even though he told himself he didn’t care, of course he did. He was hopeful he’d meet some people, but he had a hard time getting over his shyness, making it difficult to strike up conversation organically. At least, he thought, he wasn’t a virgin. He consciously knew that, of course, that did not matter, would not come up, and could not be seen by other people, but in case it did, he was feeling good to have checked that box. The morning started out in a large lecture hall, with some Dean or another welcoming everyone to campus and to the start of the next phase of their young lives. Brian had found his way there from the parking garage and sat down, not knowing what else to do, and was reading through the day’s schedule while waiting for it to start. When the speakers finished, the students sorted themselves by college, and Brian found the College of Arts & Science group, where his major was. As the group walked down the corridor towards a smaller lecture hall, Brian heard a familiar voice. “Hey Brian” He turned his head and saw Jake a few steps behind him, walking quickly as if he had been trying to catch up with him, a smile on his face that Brian knew well: relief to find someone he knew. “Oh, hey Jake. I didn’t know you were going to BU too.” “Yeah, I was going to go to USC, but then when I looked at how expensive plane tickets back and forth were, I decided maybe going to school so far away wasn’t as good an idea as I had planned.” He chuckled a bit, and Brian wondered if that was true, or if that was the story Jake had come up with to cover that he was afraid to go to school that far away. If it was the latter, Brian knew how he felt. “So, you in Arts & Sciences too?”, Jake continued as they walked down the hall. “Yeah, I think I’m going to do computer science, how about you?” Brian replied, trying really hard to keep his cool. It wasn’t abnormal for Jake to be talking to him, they had class together and were friendly enough. Still, they were here amidst a big crowd of future college students, but alone as the only ones who knew each other. Ever since Brian had begun to accept his sexuality, and his feelings about Jake, it had been harder to talk to him. He was afraid he was going to accidentally blurt something out that gave him away, or that he would find out that Jake was straight, an asshole, or otherwise unattainable. “Oh, cool, that makes sense for you. You always were wicked smaht”. Jake giggled at his cheesy attempt at an exaggerated Boston accent. “I’m international relations right now, but might do economics, I don’t know. It’s cool running in to you here, it’ll be good have a friend around.” Neither of them realized it, but they both blushed ever so slightly when Jake said that. Brian was thrilled to hear Jake refer to him as a friend and insinuate they’d be seeing more of each other, and Jake was worried he had been a bit too vulnerable with Brian. He didn’t know him well enough yet to be sure he wouldn’t be judged. The two boys spent the rest of the day together. With Jake around, it was easier for Brian to chat up some other new people, but neither of them ever broke away from the other. They decided to go to the same info sessions, walked around the activities fair together, and chatted about what dorms they wanted to live in. As they walked out of the housing session and sat down outside to figure out where they were supposed to go next, Jake was looking at his phone as he asked “Um, so, what would you think about being my roommate? I mean, I don’t know if you’re wanting to meet new people or whatever and I know we don’t know each other super well so no worries at all if you’re not interested but I just thought it might be cool.” He looked over at Brian quickly to see if he could sneak a peak at his reaction. Brian could sense the nerves in Jake’s rambling question. One of the benefits of being a quiet kid was he was skilled in empathy; plus he recognized those nerves in himself. He never expected to hear them from Jake, though, who always gave off such a confident air at school. Brian couldn’t be sure of what was provoking the nerves, but his heart fluttered at his suspicion, or maybe his hope, that Jake was nervous for the same reason Brian had been nervous all day. And now, he had a chance to share a room with his crush, which could be great, but could also be a disaster. “Umm…” Brian began to respond. “I won’t be offended if you don’t want to, I get it.” Jake rushed to interject. “No, no, I think that would be awesome!” Brian responded just as quickly, letting instinct reply after he began to sense Jake’s disappointment. Brian was beaming inside. He was beginning to really think that their day together had been more than coincidence and convenience; that it had indeed been filled with chemistry. If he had more confidence in himself, and if he wasn’t still in totally in the closet, he might have asked Jake out right then; that’s how sure he was that their interactions that day weren’t normal, and that they were was a spark between the two 18 year olds. His mood quickly soured, however, when the pair were sitting in the day’s final session, a mishmash of add-ons that were combined in to one. Campus security, ID cards, sexual health… Brian’s heart sunk, from the highest place it had ever been, deep down in to the pit of his stomach as the presenter talked about the health center’s resources and free, no-questions-asked STD tests. It was the first time all day that he had thought about what had otherwise consumed him that weekend. He was sure that, if he was poz, this was all ruined. As Jake and Brian walked together back to the parking garage, Brian barely spoke. Jake noticed the consternation on Brian’s face; their friendship already strengthened immeasurably over the course of just one day. As they got to Jake’s car, which was closer then Brian’s, Jake asked “Are you okay Brian? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Oh, yeah, sorry, I’m fine.” “You sure?” he asked as he opened the passenger door of his car and dropped all the swag he picked up that day on the backseat. Brian could see the genuine look of concern on Jake’s face. “Yes, yes, thanks” Brian smiled wide as his feelings for Jake took back control of his attention. “Hey, I’m really happy we ran in to each other. Thanks for keeping me company. I’m excited to be your roommate this fall.” “Me too Brian… Um, I’ll see you at school tomorrow, huh?” “Yeah, absolutely! I can’t wait!” Brian replied before he could catch himself. The sparks were flying now. Everything said had been innocuous, but it had all been said with just a little more emotion than would have been normal for two straight boys. They could both sense it, too. Jake decided in that moment to take a chance. He took Brian’s hand in his own, quickly leaned in, and kissed him. Brian was stunned, and Jake didn’t hold the kiss more than a few seconds, worried he had made a gigantic mistake. He pulled away and looked in terror at Brian’s face for a reaction. “Oh, I’m sorr…” he started to say. Brian recovered from his split-second paralysis and squeezed Jake’s hand an instant before he could pull it away. In one swift motion, he pulled Jake back towards him, moved his free hand to Jake’s neck, and connected for another kiss. This time it lasted a bit longer, as they made out with each other for a brief moment or two before disconnecting. Brian took a step back, caught his breath, and with wide eyes and a gigantic smile across his face, confessed “I’ve been wanting that for a long time”. “With me?” Jake asked lightly as his voice quivered, genuinely unsure if that’s what Brian meant. “Yes, with you.” “Cool” They both laughed at Jake’s Han Solo-esque response. A group of other students had come in the parking garage and were heading towards them, so Brian calmly let go of Jake’s hand. He wasn’t afraid of being caught with a boy (in fact, he craved that); he just didn’t want to cause a scene. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow then?” asked Brian. “Can’t wait.” Brian turned and walked away down the row of parked cars, glancing back with a smile towards Jake, who was watching him leave before getting in his own car. When Brian finally got to the Jeep, he sat down in his drivers seat, put his head back, and took a big deep breath. He couldn’t help but give a little fist pump to himself; he had never felt so happy in his life. It was tempered slightly by the nagging concern of how the weekend’s pozzing adventure was going to affect his new relationship with Jake. But he put that aside for the moment and drove home happy, singing along with the radio at the top of his lungs.

Part Twenty Two All I knew was pain. Even fucked up, blasted on drugs and my mind turned around, Sammy's cock fucking hurt. His cockhead was massive and my ass was virgin. Those two facts made for excruciating pain. The problem was whatever he had injected me with made me so docile, so fucking out of it all I could do was let out a low moan and pray for strength. He was tearing me apart and he knew it. There was a sadistic grin on his face as he kept pressure on my hole, trying to shove that donkey dick into me. “Relax,” he ordered, bearing down even harder. “Arrghhhh...” I screamed, I was relaxed, I was bearing down, the problem was his cock was just too big to fit. “Please...” I said slurring my words... “Fucking...OPEN...” he growled and slammed his hips forward. There was a flash of white pain and then his head plunged past my muscle, I froze as I felt my ass spasm helplessly around the kid's cock. He was massive, my ass screamed in protest but was unable to do anything about it. “Fuck...” he muttered, “Like a oven in there...” thankfully he hadn't kept forcing his way in or I would have been bleeding everywhere. I thought I had understood how big he was but seeing it and having it up my ass was too different things. He leaned forward, the movement making me cry out loud, and he looked down at me. “Feel that? Feel that cock?” I nodded, my eyes watering. “That's a real cock, that's the cock that owns your soul,” he inched forward a hair and I closed my eyes in pain, “Get used to it...because by the end of the night you're going to be begging me for it. I shook my head, there was no way I was going to like this, how could anyone like this? It was like getting stabbed in the ass...I hated this. He moved again and another fraction of an inch entered me and the pain was even worse. I had just closed my eyes and hoped I passed out eventually. I felt something over my face and I opened my eyes to see my popper mask being lowered over my mouth and nose. I panicked for a moment because I knew how guys became when they were dosed on poppers. I held my breath for maybe half a second and then felt the pain intensify...and took a deep breath. He waited for a few seconds and then pushed forward again...I felt fire as my ass resisted and.... And then the world fell out from me. My head was thick as I felt like I was leaving my body. I knew there was still pain but it had nothing to do with me as I floated there for a moment, relishing in the feeling. I didn't care how I got here, how long it would last...all I knew was that this was nirvana and I wanted it to be forever. Of course slowly but surely I started to come down and as I did I became aware of my body and what was happening around me. I felt that fucking baseball bat of a cock pushing into me as Sammy fucked me hard, I could feel my back arching as my hips moved upwards with his thrust. I could feel the sweat pour off of me as I realized he had a hand on my throat as he fucked me. Just like that I was back and I was getting fucked. The pain had lessened and now there was a sting that was mixed with pleasure in a way I didn't think possible. He pulled seven inches out of me and he still had cock in me and then he'd thrust forward, knocking the wind out of me. My body wouldn't respond to my command as my arms and legs flailed in time to this thrusts. He was so fucking big...I could not believe it was all in me, the way it pressed at the walls of my ass, filling me, expanding me...I felt so full...so right... Another thrust into me and another spasm as I heard myself let out a whimper involuntarily. “Yeah...there we go...” he said in a syrupy kind voice, “Someone likes it...” He slid out again and my body lurched in response and then he pushed back in and I let out a louder noise, this one close to a moan. The pain was there but it felt so fucking incredible...he was destroying my ass completely...but in the best possible way. My entire life became that cock as he pistoned in and out of me. Each time I let out a cry louder than the last, my body still jerking like I was having a seizure. “You like that?” he asked in a cruel tone, “You like that cock?” I refused to answer because no matter how fucked up I was, I wasn't a bottom. I shook my head and bit my bottom lip from crying out as he pushed into me. My guts were jelly now, posing no resistance to his cock as he fucked me roughly. “Still fighting huh?” he asked, stopping his thrusts. I let out a sigh of relief as he just knelt there, looking down at me. “Not a bottom...” I said, completely out of breath. “You will be,” he said sneering, “Know how I know?” I didn't answer, focusing on getting my strength back. “Cause everyone ends up worshiping my cock.” I closed my eyes, wanting this to be over. I felt him move and his cock slid slowly out, a quarter inch at a time. It felt like a fucking snake moving out of my body and all I could do was lie there. With deliberate slowness he kept sliding it out and then something happened. His head moved over something and my entire mind exploded. “FUCK!” I cried out as my entire body jerked. He stopped and then pushed back in a tiny bit, causing the fireworks to go off again. I had never felt anything like this, it was fucking incredible. My entire body felt like I was cumming but I wasn't. My cock got hard within seconds and I felt whatever resistance I had in my mind melt as my head rolled to the side, drool coming out of my mouth. “What's that?” he asked, rocking back and forth, his fucking cockhead smashing that spot over and over. “Yes..yes...” I panted, feeling my ass try to open up, wanting more, wanting everything. “Thought you weren't a bottom?” he said, still sliding back and forth. I didn't even know my name any more, all I knew was that I needed sex, I needed to cum, I needed just more... “You like this?” I nodded, my ass coming off the bed to shove more of it into me. “Can't hear you,” he said, pulling his cock halfway out, making the feeling vanish and my ass cry out from the shock. “No!” I scream, pushing back onto his cock, “No...” Again his plum sized cockhead smashed into me and I saw the flashes of light as my cock twitched. He wasn't moving so I pulled back and then pushed back in, dragging the head over the spot again and again. My dick was rock hard and I could see trails of precum all over my abs as I kept moving back and forth. “Nope,” he said, pushing down on my chest, pulling his cock all the way out of me. There was a wet squelching sound as his cock popped free of my ass and a low moan as my ass refused to close all the way from the elephant cock. I looked up at him and he was kneeling there, that magnificent cock bobbing in front of me. “You said you weren't a bottom, I have to respect that.” My mind was fuzzy and my ass ached...but it wasn't pain, it was the absence of pleasure. His cock had made me so full felt so good...my ass was too empty, it needed more. “Please fuck me...” I blurted out before I could stop. “You a bottom?” he asked. Again my ego refused to let me respond but my ass and the drugs were strong as well. “No...” I said weakly and he pounced forward throwing me back, his cock plunging into my ass in one action. I moaned as I felt the shaft fill me up, his head rubbing that spot, causing my legs to wrap around his waist. He pulled back slightly and again I cried out as he paused, his giant mushroom head pressed against my prostate. “You a bottom?” he asked, moving back and forth so slightly that there probably wasn't a measurement for it but enough to cause that fucking cock to drive me insane. My head thrashed side to side as I called out his name, my cock weeping for release. “Tell me you're a bottom.” he commanded. And I realized he had been right, I was going to beg him. I hadn't figured out how he had tamed John so fast when he fucked him, what his trick was for making his older brother submit so completely to him, but here, with that cock in me I got it, I really did. When you're fucking someone you graze and nudge a guy's prostate, bring him flashes of pleasure, edging him on one shot at a time. But Sammy's cock...the fucking telephone pole it was...it didn't nudge anything. I filled my ass so much, pressed my walls so hard, that my boybutton was always being stimulated. My ass had surrender to his cock and my body had no choice but to follow. “I'm a bottom...” I cried out, “Fuck me Sammy...please...fuck me...” He chuckled and and pulled his cock back, “Hold on cunt.” And thrust into me hard, it felt like his cock was in my stomach as he pushed in and then pulled out. My head fell back onto the bed as over nine inches of Texas cock tamed my virgin ass and taught me the truth about the world. This cock, this cock was in charge, fuck I wanted it...I needed it. My mind broke as I just began to beg him as he rabbit fucked me like I was some back alley cunt. He didn't need to do anything to get me off, his cock was doing all the work just by being thick as a forearm. All the kid had to do was push in and out of me and I would walk over broken glass for more. As he kept fucking me I knew somewhere I was never going to top again, it wouldn't feel as good as this. Nothing in my life would feel as good as this cock raping me over and over again. It was like I could see my future, desperately looking for cocks to make me feel this way, but never finding satisfaction. As I spread my legs wide I knew I'd do anything to get this kid to fuck me again, pay anything, say anything, nothing was too much to feel like this again. I was this kid's slave for life. He pulled out and I cried out in protest until I saw him lay down, “Come on...” he said simply. Yesterday I would have spit in his face, I knew this move. Making the bitch ride your cock while you laid there, making them do all the work It was the ultimate debasement, they couldn't say they were forced or tricked, they literally had to fuck themselves to get off, no one to blame but themselves. I had done this exact trick to him in fact. But it didn't stop me from scrambling up and straddling his hips in a hurry. I reached back and held his cock steady as I positioned it to my hole. “Show me your pussy...” he cooed and I groaned from the debasement. I felt his cockhead slip past my ravaged hole, it seemed impossible it couldn't fit an hour ago. I actually began to drool as I felt his shaft fill me up, and my ass cried out in delight. Once I found the spot I began to rock up and down on that cock, fucking myself like the fucking bottom bitch I was. I didn't care anymore, as his horse cock battered into me I accepted I was made for this cock. I was made to be a hole for this kid. “Come on baby,” he taunted. “Show me how much my girl likes riding my cock.” I was his girlfriend now, another fucking empty headed cheerleader that he fucked and discarded. A role I played willingly if he just kept fucking me. “Who's a bottom?” he asked. “I'm a bottom, I'm a bottom...” I chanted, throwing myself down on all nine inches again and again. “OK!” he yelled. The door opened and there was the guys, standing outside looking in. I saw Josh with his phone out, filming me riding a cock. “Say it again,” Sammy ordered. I felt the last shred of my dignity burn up as that cock punched into me and I just moaned, “I'm a bottom...I'm your fucking bottom Sammy...” They all laughed at me, which for some reason turned me on even more. “You gonna be the house cunt?” he asked, thrusting his hips up, causing me to whimper loudly. I nodded as I felt my cock starting to pulse. “Say it, tell these guys how you'll let them fuck you.” “I'm your bottom,” I cried out as he thrust faster and faster, “I'm your cunt...you can fuck me anytime...I am...I am...” “You're their jock cunt?” Sammy asked. “I'm your jock cunt, I'm your jock cunt...OH FUCK...” I screamed as I felt my balls tighten. “Is my girl gonna cum?” he asked and I nodded and then felt the first blast of cum shoot out of me. “I'm cumming! I'm cumming...” The entire house watched as I came like a firehouse, hands free, from simply riding Sammy's cock. I knew Josh was getting it all but I didn't care, all I could think about was that cock and my orgasm. That was all that mattered. “Such a good girl....” Sammy said, his hands reaching up to my pecs, “Such nice titties...you're gonna make the perfect house girl aren't you?” I felt his cock twitch and I nodded, “Anything you want Sammy, anything...” One hand reached up and grabbed my neck and brought my face down to his, “Who's the alpha?” “You are...” I said trying to kiss him He moved his mouth and I ended up just licking his face, doing anything I could to show him how much I loved him, how much I needed him, “You're my alpha.” He pushed me off of him, I fell back, his cock popping out of my ass with a pop. “And that is how you do it.” he said standing up, my eyes still fixated on his cock. “These guys are going to fuck you, all night. You will do anything they say. Anything. You understand?” I nodded, feeling dread wash over me. He walked over towards me, “And if you do everything they say, I might come back in and finish you off.” There was a warm feeling inside of me as I realized my ass was spasming, imagining his cock up in me again. “Anything they want,” I repeated. He turned around and looked at John, “Your turn, come on.” I saw John's head go down as he followed Sammy out of the room. I saw the guys move towards me like a pack of hungry wolves and I knew...I knew this was where I belonged. On the bottom.

It's similar to a female gspot orgasm where the tops cock has to hit a specific spot. Especially if he's not thicker than longer. I've been with some tops before that were doctors and they knew exactly where to hit and rub with the head of their cock once inside. I had never experienced it before then. The feeling was amazing. He had me lay on my back and put a pillow under my ass. I was pretty well lubed up and he slowly worked my hole open to the point where my ring wouldn't clench. I don't know what angle he was going in at but I i felt some light pressure and he told me everything he was doing at the same time. Told me not to touch my penis and that it would cum in it's own time. Fuck was he right lol. He slow fucked me for about 30 minutes and my cock was just drooling precum. He eventually cuffed my hands because i kept trying to stroke my cock. He picked up the pace when he saw me starting to get hard without even touching. i could feel my pulse in my prostate as his head kept massaging it. Anyway, when I came, i felt it building deep in my ass then felt the energy going up my cock and tightening my balls. I told him I was going to cum and sure enough my penis just started squirting one right after another. more than i usually did. he kept up the pace and practically milked my prostate with the head of his cock. he kept going until i was begging him to stop since it became more intense the longer he went but it was like i had no more cum to cum lol.

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!"

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

Just a thought. Verbal can be hot. Too much though, is annoying. Damien Silver straddles that line sometimes.

I always deepthroat the cock that's just bred me. It's the only polite thing to do.

This is it in a nutshell with an emphasis on you will get STIs. The more often you offer up your holes, the more often you roll the dice, and the more often you roll the dice, the more likely it statistically becomes that you will have a bad roll, ie., catch something. In my experience, you may catch more than one at the same time, because a man whose practices allow him to become a spreader of disease usually involve him not getting tests or treatments, and fucking in sketchy environs. Not always, but often. Usually when I get knocked up, it’s with a combo. The value of prevention, where possible, cannot be overstated, and it’s idiotic not to. Hep A & B and HPV are not to be taken lightly, so prevent them with the vaccines. You might, actually, already have herpes and not realize it. If you’ve ever has a cold sore in your mouth, that’s herpes. About half of people in the United States have herpes simplex 1, and about 1 in 6 have herpes simplex 2. Both are spread through simple skin-to-skin contact, and no visible lesion has to be present. Outbreaks tend to diminish over time. I’ve had herpes most of my adult life (likely got it from a simple kiss) and can’t remember the last time I had a symptom. So, you’ll very likely end up with it. You may have mild or no symptoms, and it’s easily managed with medication if needed. Hep C is serious, but effective treatment has emerged in just the last few years. No vaccine, though, so be sure to get tested. All of this presumes you actually plan to go full no-load-refused cumdump. If you plan be more discriminating in your hookups, then as @Phallarchist points out above, you can limit your risk. Roll the dice fewer times, do what you can to make sure the dice are clean before you roll them. And if (when) you do become infected, don’t panic. You simply treat it, like any other ailment, and get on with your life. I’ve had many of them myself. One of them, HIV, came within hours of killing me in 2014. I’m not only still here, I’m still giving up my ass to every man who wants it. But I also get tested frequently, and if I ever test positive/Detectable for anything, I yank my ass off the market until I’m clear because I refuse to put another man’s health at risk for the sake of a fuck. There are some who take the sullen attitude that since somebody gave them a disease it’s okay, or not their fault, if they pass it to someone else. Don’t be that guy. Taking responsibility for fucking clean helps keep the arena safe for all of us.

Artiste Redux The comment from the night before really bugged me. Tim wasn't my boyfriend and the only times I'd met up with him after he converted was to fuck other guys. I wasn't sure why Carlos' comment grated on me so much, other than it was so far from reality. I grabbed my phone and cruised some of the apps. One nearby guy looked familiar and once I opened his profile up I remembered him. I hadn't seen him online in a while so I sent off a message. "Long time no see. Are u gettin fucked every 2 or 3 months now? ;)" It took a couple minutes but I got a reply from the artist in the building next door "lol not that bad but close." I wondered how far the messages would go. "if ur on then u must be ready 4 ur next one." "unlike most of these guys I come on here to meet not jerk off" he replied right away. My cock twitched and started to grow. I typed back "ikr most r just window shopping. u want a repeat or u just do guys once?" "repeats r good u lookin now?" was the artist's reply. "yah, meet u at the back door again in 10?" I tapped out. His condo looked the same, not much furniture and pizza boxes littering the kitchen counter. Once in the living room, I pushed him against the wall and gave him a rough, hard kiss. My hand moved from his chest up to his neck and I wrapped my hand around it, covering his pronounced Adam's apple. I could feel the blood pumping up to his head and squeezed a little harder. His tongue tried to fight back but his arms reached around me, holding me gently. I kept up the kissing and choking for almost 5 minutes more before I let up. I backed away and walked into his living room, taking a quick glance around. There were more half finished paintings this time and even a couple completed works on the wall. I reached down and grabbed the small bong from the table and checked it out. "Mmm, freshly loaded. You're a good host" I said, reaching for the lighter. He came closer as I flicked the lighter and took a long hit. I passed it over to him and he did the same. We each took another pair of hits and the weed was spent. It was good stuff too and the rush was feeling damn fine. He reloaded it and we each took another hit before he set it back on the table. "Ready to get fucked?" I asked as I stared into his glassy eyes. He nodded and turned, stumbling slightly. I caught his shoulder and pushed him toward the wall of windows. "Strip and bend over on to the window ledge" I said and watched him immediately drop his shorts and pull his wife beater over his head. He spread his legs, bent from his waist and rested his hands on the window ledge looking out to the building across the street. By this time my sandals were off and my sweats were on the floor next to my tee. My cock was rock hard and eager to feel his chute wrapped around it again. I gave a few spits on his hole and fingered them in quickly. "All the way" he said, before adding "Wreck it good... like last time." I chuckled to myself and then shoved in until my balls slapped his own. He growled as my cock speared in deep and I felt his body shake a few moments. I waited a couple seconds before I withdrew almost completely and then slammed in again. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled out from his gritted teeth. My hips started to roll, plowing in and out. Each stroke was firm, ending with a slap as our bodies met. After a few minutes I moved my hands to his shoulders and began to pound a little harder. Looking over his shoulder I spotted a guy across the street, standing at his window and rubbing his crotch while staring back at us. When he backed away, I was a little disappointed. I always liked having an audience watch me fuck. He came back a minute later and it looked like he had some small binoculars and seemed to be naked this time. I started to pump faster until I drove in deep and ground my hips on the artist's ass. I pulled all the way out and checked out the gaping hole before ramming back in and pounding his hole some more. The guy across the street was stroking his cock furiously as he watched us fuck. Several minutes later I could feel my balls start to churn and my motions became more frantic. The guy across the street gave a few more strokes and I'm pretty sure he shot all over the window. I needed a little more time but I too was unloading my toxic load deep inside the skinny artist's guts a couple minutes later. "Breed my fuckin' hole" he yelled out as my cock pulsed deep inside him. It was a good six or seven heavy shots that painted his tortured chute with my viral cream. I looked up and our voyeur was gone. I laid down on the floor and pulled him with me. We stayed there about ten minutes chatting before he crawled over and grabbed the bong and lighter. I sat up and we finished off the bowl with a couple small hits each. We chatted a little about nothing, our hazy minds not able to keep a real conversation going. He got a wicked smile on his face and pushed me flat on to the floor. He gave my cock a few strokes with one hand and played with my nips with the other, bringing my dick back to life and fully hard. The artist straddled me and guided my cock to his cum filled hole. He pushed down and I felt my cock breach the entrance. With the head back inside and his hole stretched around my shaft, he took a big breath and dropped his body down. He looked down at me and pulled up a few inches and dropped down again, getting the rest of my cock into his hole. I felt his muscles spasm around me. I knew he must be in a little pain but it didn't seem to deter him since he began riding my cock almost immediately. I was surprised at his stamina since he didn't have a lot of muscle anywhere on his body. He fucked himself on my cock with determination. Several minutes later, I reached up and grabbed on to his arms before I sat up, rolling him backward on to the rug. My hands moved to his legs and folded them back. He looked really sexy with his hands holding his legs wide, waiting for my hips to start thrusting into his hungry hole. It felt just as good as last time with him taking whatever I gave and my cock churning the earlier load inside him. We kept going for almost ten minutes until I slammed in and felt my cock erupt, spewing ropes of hot cum deep into his guts. I growled as the last few spurts shot out and he looked back at me with a big grin. I saw his chest and face covered in his cum and his hands still holding his feet. We stood there motionless for a minute with my cock planted fully in him. As we stared at each other he asked "How long you been poz?" I froze, unprepared for that question right then. He'd never mentioned status in any of our messages or when we met last time. "Five years or so, I guess. Why?" I replied. "Well, you pozzed me up the last time we fucked. You must have a real high viral count if you did it with one fuck" he said calmly. I was speechless for a moment. He obviously knew it was me since he hasn't been getting fucked much so it was easy for him to pin it on me. I couldn't deflect it to one of his other hookups like I'd done a few times in the past, but I tried. "Uh... you sure you didn't fuck with anyone else?" I asked. "My dildo Thick Rick is the only thing that's been in my ass for a month before and a few weeks after we fucked" he replied. "You don't seem too pissed. You ok with it?" was my lame response. "Hell, yeah. I knew it would happen eventually. That's one of the reasons I moved to the city. I wanted to get a lot more poz dicks in me to boost my chances. I just didn't count on covid killing my sex life" he replied in the same calm voice. "You asked for a rough fuck so that's what I gave you. It makes it easier for the bug to get you that way" I said, my cock still in his hole and not getting any softer. "All the guys that fucked me since I moved here and before the pandemic were on prep or undetectable so I wasn't expecting it. Even the guys that listed their status as 'poz' were on meds. But... after you and I fucked, I felt guilty so it was just me and my toys so I didn't get covid. Then, a friend from back home visited me three weeks after we fucked last time. He saw some rashes on my back and started asking questions. Then he woke me up in the middle of the night and I was covered in sweat. Normally I sleep through the night into mid-morning so I never really thought much about it" he said. I chuckled and thrust my hips, plowing deep inside him. "He didn't freak out?" I asked. The artist looked at me and smiled. "Nope. He's on prep and he thought it was cool fucking his first real poz guy" he replied. "Do you know for sure? A rash and night sweats isn't a confirmation, just a good indication" I said, feeling my cock start to throb. "Yeah, I finally got tested and they gave me my results yesterday. Poz and pretty healthy according to the clinic. You've gone 5 years without meds?" he asked. I pulled my cock out, leaving just the sheathed head on his hole. "It was two years before I had to go on meds. I ran out just as the lockdown hit and my doc couldn't refill my prescription" I said, pulling back the foreskin and watching more precum drip onto his hole. "You must have bounced back pretty quick to do me with that one fuck" he said, clamping his hole around my shaft. "300k about the time we fucked" I replied, forcing my way deep into him before starting on my next round. He wrapped his legs around me pulling me deeper with each thrust. "Hmm. About half of what I'm at right now" he said proudly. I grinned at him, drilling in harder for a minute until I grunted out "We gotta find you a few guys to breed. With it that high you need to share." He looked back at me curiously and said "I haven't topped in years. I'm a bottom." My hips moved back until just the tip was inside. "Once you feel your raw cock inside an unprotected neg guy, you'll want to fuck a lot more" I replied before slamming in again and shooting off a couple more ropes of poz cum. "Oh god my ass feels so good and used right now. I love feeling that burn" he answered back, but I could tell he wanted to say something more. Finally he said quietly "Then I'm just gonna have to find a bottom that really turns me on."

The stud hooked his hands under my arms and effortlessly lifted me off my knees and plopped me on the couch. “Don’t move,” I was commanded and he went to get the duffel bag. I sat in the middle of the couch trying to catch my breath. He returned, dropped the bag on the floor, and went to his knees. He grabbed me under my knees and pushed my legs up roughly, forcing my ass up and my torso to sink further into the cushion. “Hold your legs there,” he ordered, handing me my legs. I took them, keeping myself bent in half, cunt hole exposed. “Look at that asshole gaping at me. It’s still so open.” And with that, he blew right into my pussy. I could easily feel the gust of air on my insides and immediately tightened my hole. He just laughed and dug into the bag for the first foreign object he would shove into my backside. When he hunched over to survey the different sized ass destroyers in the gym bag, I looked across the room from myself and saw that the opposing wall was predominantly mirrors. I saw myself – my red eyes, my face covered in dried snot and bile, my nips looking like two angry red spark plugs, legs in the air, my hairless ass pushed up and waiting for more abuse, three or four big handprints outlined in pink. And of course, there was my little less-than-five inch dick still hard as a stubby pencil making a pool of pussy boy precum on my defined abs. Oh, and he was right, my hole was slightly gaped still. Using my muscles, I managed to wink it shut but every time I relaxed, it gaped open again slightly. What was I doing? I was about to be injected with viral cum from this viciously virile man. He was going to hand down to me his terminal disease like a gift, leaving it to remember him by whenever I dealt with a consequence of the sickness he was putting into me. Why wasn’t I trying to make a run for it? Why wasn’t I fighting to escape? Because he would never let me. He was too powerful and I was too weak. He too much of a man and me anything but. I was right not to run, this was what I was made to do, like it or not. Stroking his massive oozing cock with one hand, he held a medium sized butt plug in his other hand. Squeezing his shaft repeatedly, he coaxed out glob after glob of precum onto the plug. Finally, he released his grasp and smeared his fluid all over the butt plug. He began to position it at the entrance to my gaping canal when I begged, “Please please that precum could get me sick.” “Oh, you want me to put it in dry? I’ll wipe off my precum,” he retorted. I couldn't imagine having this thing shoved in dry. I bit my bottom lip and began to tremble, “Okay, just put it in.” I was weeping softly as he pushed my O-ring wide with the butt plug. After being rammed by the mammoth he called a dick, the butt plug wasn’t so bad. It was a little tough getting over the wide bottom, but once it popped in, it just kind of nestle in my ass and was kind of relaxing. He pushed against the bottom of it, hitting a trigger in me, sending a chill of pleasure through my body that made me moan. He worked the plug in and out of me a few times and then abruptly pulled it from my hole. “Here, hold onto this,” he said nonchalantly and put the butt plug into my mouth. My lips wrapped around the tiny connector between the base and the plug, making me look in the mirror like a very deviant toddler sucking on a very dirty pacifier. Without warning, I realized he was pushing beads into my ass … each bead got progressively larger and I felt like I was running out of room, but that was impossible. His cock was much larger than all of those beads put together. He managed to get the final bead into me, leaving me feeling significantly more bloated than anything thus far. With one motion, he pulled the beads completely out of me causing me to whimper, drooling over the slimy plug in my mouth, and spurting a wave of precum from my boy dick. Like a worker on a conveyor belt, trained to do the same job over and over, he very systematically reinserted all of the beads. He didn’t pull them out though. He had a twist in store for me, and he sat up on his knees and pushed his cock into me again. Granted it still hurt like hell, but I knew how to manipulate my ass better to aid in accommodating him. His entrance pushed the beads further into me, hitting all sorts of different places, and making him groan. “Oh fuck, that feels good. I wish your fucking cunt came with these beads in it all the time.” He slowly pumped away for just a couple of minutes before slipping out of me and then yanking the beads out like a ripcord on a lawn mower. I let out a yelp, the butt plug falling from my mouth, bouncing off one of my defined pecs and down my tight stomach into my pool of precum. “One last toy before I get back in there,” he informed me as he threw the beads aside, and stuck his hand back in the duffel bag. From the bag he revealed a monster of a dildo. A pitch-black latex faux cock about the same length as my tormentor, but significantly thicker and a hell of a lot more veiny. My eyes bugged out and he snorted, “That’s right, bitch, you’re gonna’ feel this one.” Being realistic, he reached under the coffee table and pulled out a little box from which he got some lube that he poured all over this colon wrecker. After coating it with the lube, he positioned it at my hole and looked into my eyes. “You keep looking straight at me while this goes in,” he said, and I did. My ass had been worked over enough that it opened up to try and take this rubber cock as thick as a soup can. I felt my cunt stretch and strain as the stud applied consistent pressure to the dildo, forcing it into my chute and pushing my pussy walls wide. I whined, grunted, and moaned but I held my legs in place the entire time like a good bottom boy. Finally, he hit my inner ring and my eyes pleaded with him. “Not this time, but next time, this dildo is going through, understand?” I nodded furiously, thankful for the reprieve. Instead he started fucking the dildo in and out of me, causing me to quiver and scream from getting my guts dragged back and forth by the lubed latex. He stopped suddenly, leaving it ¾ of the way in me. From the box, he brought a small bottle that he gave a few shakes and then unscrewed the tiny lid. He shoved the bottle under my nose and pushed his finger against the opposing nostril. “Sniff in deep,” he order. It smelled acrid and chemical. He did the same to the other nostril and I obediently sniffed more of the fumes. In seconds, my head was swimming, my face felt flush, and the dildo more easily maneuvered my tight fuck hole. He began fucking it into me again, and my ass felt like it needed it…in fact, it popped through my inner ring. It still hurt and made me scream but it was my cunt that had loosened enough to allow it. “Atta’ boy,” he said and pulled the entire thing from my ass, throwing it aside and plunging the real thing balls deep in my gut. I cried out in pain again even though my ass immediately began milking him and my body tingled all over. Within a moment, the bottle was back under my nose and I was taking 2, 3, 4 deep sniffs of the unknown chemical. Heat rushed back to my cheeks, dizziness found my head, and my ass relaxed around the invading rocket lodged in my shitter. I was looking into his steely green eyes, my mouth agape making all sorts of noises when the oversized dildo that was just in my ass was shoved into my mouth. He continued to fuck my cunt with his cock while he fucked my face with the fake one. Mercilessly, I was skull fucked my this black sex toy tainted with my ass juice while he drilled me with his toxic pecker. Every time I would gag on the dildo, my ass would clench, making him let out a guttural groan. Finally, he pulled the rubber phallus from my mouth, slapped my face with it, and threw it aside, leaning over me to focus on his final domination (at least I thought it was his final one). His body pressed against mine as he continued to hammer in me, balls slapping against my bruised ass. I knew what was coming. “Please, please don’t. I don’t want to get sick,” I begged. “Do you not realize by now that this is what you’re made for? What you’re good for?” he asked sincerely, but cruelly. “But I’m afraid. Please don’t infect me.” “You love me, don’t you?” he asked. It was such a strange question. “What?” I asked, confused. “If you tell me that you love me and make me believe it, I’ll pull out,” he offered. He continued to rail me, gutting me with his amazing cock, as I looked straight into his eyes and breathed truthfully, “I love you. I’m in love with you.” He held my gaze for a second and then snorted evilly, “I know you do, you stupid cunt. But you’re just a hole to me. And you’re definitely getting bred today. You’re gonna’ leave this house well trenched and drenched.” Oh my God, he had just played me. Forced me to allow myself to be emotionally vulnerable and then mocked me for it, and I was still going to be filled with HIV cum. And all I was to him was a hole. That kept repeating in my head, and suddenly, my puny boy dick was shooting ribbon after ribbon of cum over my torso. “See, boy? This is your destiny. Boy cunt for sale, and you love it. You know that I’m still fucking you until I’m done, I don’t care how much it hurts.” I guess that a lot of bottoms have trouble getting fucked after they cum. Not the case with me, as I would find out. He kept hammering away and my pussy relaxed even more now that I had cum, and the bull was able to rut even deeper. Just to humiliate me more, he scooped up my semen and shoved it in my mouth. My cum didn’t taste nearly as good as his precum and I pinched my face from the taste as he forced me to eat and swallow my own jizz. I refocused on the fact that he was about to poz me and I started to squirm again. “Stop it,” he slapped my face, but I continued to whimper and wiggle. “Stop it,” he slapped me harder. “This is going to set you free, boy. You can fulfill your purpose now as an indiscriminate cum dump. No worries, no load turned away. That’s your future. And I’m going to see to it that no poz guy gets turned away from this hot hole.” I knew I couldn’t get away, so I asked, “It’s not for sure, right? I mean, just ‘cause you cum in me, doesn’t mean I’ll get it for sure, right?” Through a smile, he answered me, stroking my hair, “That’s right, boy. But that just makes it all the more fun when I pay your father rack rate to try again. Hell, that must be, what? Twenty-five? Thirty bucks?” He howled with laughter and picked up the pace of his drilling. His arms wrapped around my body and he spit in my face as he slammed into my boy cunt harder and harder. My inner ring was constantly being torn open by his vicious thrusting. Suddenly, I realized that my legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him into me. No matter what my head said, I couldn’t help it. My body responded to this man’s domination and my legs continued to pull him into me, my pussy walls gyrating around his baby maker, begging to have my insides doused with his hot, toxic seed. His flexing stomach slapping against my spent dick and 8-pack, he began moaning loudly, “Here it comes, here comes my toxic cum. Right in that fucking cum dump. Fuck yeah, cunt, TAKE MY JIZZ! TAKE IT! I’M GONNA’ FUCK IT INTO YOUR GUT, FAGGOT! I’M CHANGING YOU INTO A POZ WHORE!” We were both bucking and thrusting against each other, grunting and groaning. "NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T CUM IN ME!!" I screamed and begged. "YOU DON'T GET A CHOICE IN THIS! YOUR HOLE BELONGS TO ME RIGHT NOW! I GET TO CHOOSE WHAT GOES IN IT! AND I CHOOSE MY FUCKING AIDS BABIES!" "NOOOO! PLEASE!!!!!" I pleaded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, CUNT! HERE COME MY SWIMMERS! ENJOY MY BUG!" he yelled out. The cock inside of me inflated slightly, making me take a sharp inhalation of breath, and it began to pulse against my torn and battered ass walls. Hot jolts began to fill me and I knew his poison was shooting out of that bulbous head and hitting my deepest insides. My boy dick spasmed and a tiny bit more cum shot an inch onto my stomach. His balls were still draining into my cum hole, soaking my vulnerable tissue and blood vessels, marinating with my ass juice. The stud collapsed on me with ragged breathing, still pushing and pulling his meat into and from my ass hole, fucking his DNA into my exposed fucked out cock sleeve. We lay there with only his hips moving, forcing his softening dick in and out of my drenched hole. My legs were still wrapped around his hips, clearly not wanting to have to move beyond this moment, not wanting to enter the next moment where I had to face the severity of the situation. After about ten minutes, his hips stopped moving and he sighed, “I have to piss.” His cock popped out of my ass and I yelped a bit. The man that has just potentially infected me with HIV got up casually and headed to the bathroom. I looked across at the mirror to see my legs bent and spread, my pink ass held wide enough to view my gaping pink hole that now had a slightly more purple appearance. A thick white liquid drooled from my sloppy cunt. My pink pucker clenched tightly, sucking it back in. I guess it was hungry for it. I couldn’t control it. “OK,” I said, but he chuckled and turned back, “OK? You’re coming with me.” Oh fuck! I wasn’t done. More to come…