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I found my way to a "Neg Only" party a couple of nights ago. It was great fun. I had to "apply" by email stating that I was neg and DDF and attach a full frontage pic and mug shot. It’s to my advantage that I’m young, and have a job that takes me outdoors and gives me lots of exercise, so I’m always looking tan and fit and healthy. My cock jumped when the door opened, and I spied the nine neg asses lined up to greet me. I was a "first-timer" which meant I had to act discretely, but that didn’t alter my objective which was to poz, poz, poz! Myself included, there were two tops, four bottoms, and four versatiles. I started off with a married bottom named Troy, 28, blonde and blue-eyed, a PA transplant, so sweet and horny. We sat on the couch and made out. When he offered me his ass, I told him to sit on my dick and fuck himself silly. Eventually I pushed him onto his back, drew his legs to my shoulders, and pistoned until I delivered my first poz load of the night in his sweet virgin ass. Afterwards, I kept my dick in him to make sure my charge didn’t leak out. Mike, a 30-something Italian top, came up from behind and slammed his shaft into me. He pulled me off Troy, and stuck his dick into Troy’s sloppy ass. He alternated between Troy’s poz-filled ass and my long-pozzed hole. All the while I watched his reddening cock for abrasions. My mind worked feverishly on schemes to get Mike on the bottom. What a great affiliate he’d make! I ruefully recalled the "Ruffies" (date rape pills) I’d left on the dresser. I’d have to have Mike over one evening real soon. I got to screwing Davie, a 23 year old Korean, till he decided he’d rather be screwing me. Javier (Jay for short), a Latino with a short, fat dick, and a very cute Redhead joined us. The four of us ended up on the floor with Davie sitting on my dick. The Redhead crammed his shaft down Davie’s throat while Jay fucked me. I was in pig heaven! Kevin, our host, interrupted to bring us some poppers, and soon we were flying. Someone suggested double-dicking. Jay pulled out of my ass to slip into Davie’s hole beside me. Davie was a bit ambivalent about being double-fucked, and the Redhead offered his shaft as a diversion. Kevin fed Davie a tremendous whiff of poppers, and Jay slid into Davie with ease. What a wonderful sensation! My dick was in Davie’s pussy, pulsing beside Jay’s throbbing cock. It sent shivers all over my body. I blasted my second poz load of the evening into the Asian’s neg ass, dousing Jay’s cock with my virus. The Redhead replaced me, joining Jay in double-dicking the Asian. Davie moaned as my cumload-lubricant greased the two dicks engorging his mancunt. I watched them shoot into Davie, Jay first, then the Redhead, and salivated as they ground my bug into Davie’s damaged rectum. I dozed for an hour before approaching my final conquest—Joey, this short little guy, with closely cropped hair and brown eyes and the neatest little ass you’ve ever seen on a gay man. Without saying a word, I led him to a corner and rimmed him. I had already cum twice, so I knew my third load wouldn’t cum quickly. I fucked Joey mercilessly for 30 minutes, till he complained he was sore, then 10 minutes later I shot hard, fast, and furious. I figured I’d torn him up pretty good. It was only after cumming that I kissed him, lubriciously filling his mouth with my spit. He dug it. I’ve kept in touch with each of them. Of course, they think I’m neg. But that facilitates my objective—which is to poz them all. Key is to convert the tops who’ll infect the others. The virus’ll spread like wildfire, each of them thinking the others are neg. Then I’m gonna host a "Poz Only" party, and see who shows up.

The lights came on at 3:00 A.M., just as the security started ushering the masses out of the club. Once out on the street, Luke looked for familiar faces of his friends and saw no one he knew. He was drunk and shirtless and sweaty. He checked his phone and saw the text message string saying all had left, some heading to after parties, some heading home. “Shit” he said to himself, not wanting to pay for a cab all by himself. When looked up from his phone, he noticed a man eye-fucking him from just a few feet away. He looked back down at his phone, suddenly feeling shy and drunk and happy, and when he looked up again, he briefly studied the stranger. The man was least 15 years older, maybe more, all muscles, tattoos, and piercings. He’d apparently just exited the leather bar next door and not the night club from which Luke emerged. The leather man was totally not Luke’s type, but Luke was drunk and horny, and needed a ride home, preferably without his gossipy gaggle of friends to judge any decision he made at this particular point. Pulling on his shirt, Luke glanced back down at his phone, trying to focus sufficiently to pull up the text messages from his friends, but as he did so, he noticed in his peripheral vision a pair black boots approaching. Looking up, Luke found the leather man was his side. “Hey. I’m Steve.” “Luke,” he replied as he automatically stuck out his hand. “Wanna come back to my place?” It was the most direct pickup line Luke had ever heard. “Yes," Luke replied, even before he could consider the alternatives. Twenty minutes and a cab ride later, Luke found himself walking through Steve’s massive loft wondering what he was getting himself into. From behind, Steve approached him and began caressing the 25 year old prize with his strong, knowing hands. Luke, it should be said, had a boy-next-door aura to him, and at 5’11, 170 pounds, he was muscular and lean. Inhibitions were flaring up as the alcohol buzz wore off a bit, and Luke wasn’t sure he was game for this tryst with an older guy. But that didn’t matter, as Steve was decidedly in control. Coming up behind Luke, Steve reached around Luke, unbuckled the younger man's trousers, pushed them to the floor, tweaked Luke's nipples and simultaneously grinding his his crotch against Luke’s supple ass. “I probably shouldn’t…” Luke whispered with a little resistance, until he felt the whiskered jawline making its way between his butt cheeks. He moaned in delight. “Fuuccckk” he said as Steve’s tongue penetrated his hole. Steve enjoyed making Luke melt, and as hot as the foreplay was, he knew it was only going to get better. Soon, he'd be leaving an indelible mark in Luke's cunt, marking it forever that he had been there. And indeed, Luke's cock was rock hard. If he had been asked, and had he been able to answer coherently, Luke would probably have asserted he had ever been so aroused as he was under Steve's expert attention. Luke was, in fact, dripping copious quantities of pre-cum, and that was before either Luke or Steve even touched Luke's cock. After a few minutes, holding Luke's body against his, Steve stood up and undid his belt and pants. They fell to the floor. Now, both men were half-dressed, with their shirts on and their pants/underwear on the floor below. Luke felt a massive dick pressed downward in his crack and felt Steve’s hairy legs against his. Luke was questioning the trajectory of the night. This was not a romantic encounter – this was him in a stranger's house with his pants on the floor about to get fucked. He’d never really had such a tryst, and it felt cheap and raunchy (albeit exhilarating and hot). Was he going to let it go forward? Did he even have a choice? Luke tried to turn around, figuring his exit plan would be a blow job and a kiss goodbye, but Steve knew his seed needed to be implanted in this twenty-something-god. He knew it from the moment he saw Luke. And Steve wasn’t going to let the power shift in this encounter, even if such would involve Luke’s perfect lips on his cock. So he just held Luke tighter with one arm and grabbed his cock. He glided the tip of his dick up and down Luke’s crack, lingering at his moist hole. “Fuck” Luke said, as the feeling of the Steve's dick against him was utterly overwhelming. Naturally his brain flirted through an array of concerns, but he finally settled on letting this happen. “Slut it up tonight” he said to himself, kind of proud at his decision. Steve positioned his dick against Luke’s hole and began to press forward. In response, Luke tensed-up in pain as the monstrous tool invaded his ass. Steve, however, knew how to get his way, and calmed Luke urging him “Relax, boy. Let go and take it.” Steve's deep, resonate voice did the trick, and Luke responded by doing his best to open up as Steve’s huge and veiny dick made its way deeper inside him. “Fuuuck” Luke moaned. He’d never taken such a big dick before, and his body was tearing to accept it. Ever patient, Steve slowly sunk in, pushing in a little and withdrawing a little, gradually getting deeper and deeper. He finally bottomed out, balls-deep in Luke's ass. As Steve reached full depth, he kissed Luke’s neck and announced “I’m all the way in." Luke smiled in satisfaction. “Hot. So fucking hot.” Luke was elated that the most painful part of the encounter was likely over and was ready for the pain to become lustful ecstasy. And the slut inside him was kind of proud for him taking a stranger's raw dick. Steve withdrew a little, and then pressed back into Luke’s ass. And again. And then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into him. Finally, Luke was there: Steve's monster dick had invaded his ass completely and was now thrusting in and out with less resistance and more pleasure. Steve meanwhile, had found his fuck rhythm, and was pounding Luke’s ass with tempo and determination. Both men were sweating through their shirts, and beads of sweat ran down their legs. Steve’s balls were smacking against Luke’s. A few more minutes of Steve ravaging Luke’s cunt passed, before Steve grunted into Luke’s ear “I’m close.” Luke whimpered. “Fuck yeah” and let out a few moans. “I’m gonna breed you," Steve announced. Luke loved this kind of dirty talk, so responded “Fucking breed me. Shoot your load in me,” flexing his ass muscles to work and milk Steve’s huge cock. Steve rammed his dick deep inside Luke and a spasm of pure physical pleasure erupted as Steve’s toxic load spurted into Luke’s torn interior, coating the young man's fuck chute, and exposing Luke to the wrath of Steve's prior exploits. With Steve’s raw dick still in him, fucking the big, virus-laden load ever deeper into his ass, Luke feverishly jerked his cock until he shot his thick load onto the carpeting. Afterwards each man pulled-up his pants, and exchanged numbers with the other. Luke also had to borrow cab money, and with that he headed home. **************************************************************** To be continued.

Maybe I am getting old and I need someone younger to explain this to me. I have always understood that when a guy puts “no load refused” and “Cumdump” In there profile that meant conversation was minimal and boils down to what time and what place. Lately, I have been seeing a lot of guys with this in their profile, I message them, and I hear back stuff like: How hung are you? More pics? Sorry, only into white (or insert other type) guys This guy is in his way to load me up, maybe after? Looking for small group of 4-5 No response at all Personally, I think you guys are just putting this in their profile because they know they will get more clicks and more attention. But maybe I am wrong and missing the whole point? I thought “no load refused” meant come fuck me and get off, then bounce.

It's been a long time since I've been able to be a slut because of the pandemic. I normally am just on the apps to suck some quick dick, swallow a load and move on with my day. I'm 36 white guy, good looking professional, preppy even. A bunch of (straight) friends of mine were heading to Vegas for the weekend and tempted me in to joining them. I drove up yesterday morning to meet them and we went hard, drinking, and partying. Around midnight, we are still at a bar at our hotel and I started to get really horny and opened up Grindr. My profile makes it clear that I'm a cocksucker. After a few minutes of not seeing anyone interesting, I got a message from a guy in the same hotel. He's a few years old, beefier, claims to be bi-curious and married. We exchange some messages and turns out he is staying one floor above where my room is. He tells me to come over and suck his dick. Overcome with horniness, I tell my friends I'm going to take a lap and look around the casino but instead I make it up to his room. My heart is racing. I love this feeling of slipping away discreetly, knowing my face will soon be right in some stranger's lap. I make it to his room and knock on the door, which is already slightly open. The guy is on the bed stroking with the lights of the strip being the only light in the room. "Come here, faggot" he says. Fuck! This is off to a good start. I get on the bed and move to quickly deep throat his thick cut dick. "Strip for me." he says. I quickly take off my clothes so I can get his cock back in my mouth as soon as possible. I'm now naked on his bed sucking his dick. I'm so horny I start to jack my dick off and he quickly stops me. "I don't want to see your dick or you stroking, okay faggot?" Damn, this guy is turning me on. I keep slurping his dick and licking his balls while he starts to notice my ass. "You get fucked?" he asks. "Yeah, I'm a bottom but just looking to suck tonight" I reply. "You like dick a lot, huh faggot? I'm going to just stick it in a little and then you can go back to sucking." Ugh, here we go. I'm torn. I would love to get fucked, but I'm not prepped for that tonight, I think to myself. Just the tip might be fine and then I can finish sucking him off. I'm thinking through this in my head while I suck him when he tells me to bend over the bed. I hesitate and he turns a bit stern "it's just the tip, calm down." I flip over and bend over the bed while he gets behind me. I spit on my fingers and quickly try and lube my hole the best I can. He doesn't waste any time and pushing his cock head into my hole raw. "Good boy" he says to me while he starts pumping me. I don't take raw dick that often and I always prefer to be prepped, so I was fairly nervous and hesitant which he could tell. "Relax faggot, just let me fuck you a little more." he says while I let him keep fucking me. After a few minutes, I decide it's time to finish sucking him off so I turn around and drop to my knees to suck him. He moans while I suck him "Mmmm, that feels good. You're a slutty little fucker, aren't you?" I moan a yes while I lick his balls and taint. "You trying to taste my asshole, faggot?" he says as he lifts his leg to give me access. "Fuccckkkk" he exhales as I suck on his musky straight asshole. "Turn around and give me that ass again." he says. Again, I'm hesitant and say "I'm really just looking to suck tonight." "I'm going to fuck you some more, faggot. If your ass is dirty, you can just suck my dick after. Turn around," he says. I'm struck by his directness, but do what I'm told and turn around and bend over for him. He takes my arms and crosses them behind my back and holds me down while he re-enters my ass. "Now shut the fuck up" he says as he starts to fuck me much harder than the first time. The lack of lube and his faster pace starts to burn my asshole and I yell "slow down." "Fuck off," he says as he is clearly tired of me protesting him. He lets go of my arms and grabs my hips to control the pace of his rough fucking. I try and relax through the pain, as I realize the only way this will end is with his load in my hole. All fear of not being prepped, or that I'm taking raw dick are gone as I know he is getting what he wants. This realization that I don't have any say anymore starts to exhilarate me while he uses my hole relentlessly for what seemed like 20-30 minutes. I'm lost in a daze when I hear him ask "ready faggot?" "Yes!" I reply as he erupts inside of me. "Fuck, faggot. Fuck!" he grunts as he pumps inside me and then finally collapses on top of me. My hole starts to relax as he regains his breath and pulls out of me. He hops back on the bed as I'm still on my knees on the floor, ass up. "Clean me up" he says as I crawl back in between his legs to lick his cock and balls clean. Surprisingly it tastes amazing and my piggy side takes over as I make my way back to his hole. He chuckles as he spreads his legs for me, "yeah clean my ass too." I spend another minute or savoring the smell of my crack and licking the last bits of cum off his dick , when he makes it clear it's time for me to leave. I dress quickly and soon enough I'm back out in the hallway. My hair is a mess. I'm sore and I can still taste him on my lips. As I walk down the hallway, I pull out my phone to send him a message back to say thanks. I'm not sure why I want to thank him because I hadn't cum and in truth most of the fucking was really rough and hurtful. I hope to see him again.

I had a "play date" a couple weekends ago on Sunday-- as it so happens it was world AIDS day. And it was a very naughty play session indeed. The fuckbuddy that hit me up has a particular kink. He really gets off on dirty talk. Not just run of the mill dirty talk either-- he gets off on poz talk. You know, talk about knocking up a bottom with his toxic jizz. That sort of thing. And let's just say that I don't mind this talk-- mainly because he has a beercan fat 7 inch dick on him. I can "get into" a lot of things if it's attached to a cock like that! He hit me up on a non-hookup oriented social media site and was looking to get his dick wet to celebrate the day. I was horny as hell so I said, "Sure, cum on over!" He was very particular about what he wanted during our session. I was to be pre-lubed and waiting on all fours, blindfolded. And wearing a jock or something suitable to display my ass. He would walk in and have his way with me and leave. And he was gonna "talk" during our session. I got ready and put on a pair of assless shorts for him. I also had my blindfold at the ready (as well as the poppers and lube). He called from downstairs and I buzzed him up, donned the blindfold and assumed the position. I heard him enter and lock the door. "So, faggot. Your ass ready to take my deathbabies?" he asked. "I really want to feel that big raw cock in me, but please pull out before you cum? I don't wanna get sick," I tell him, just like he wants to hear. "Dude, you know the drill. I fuck and I don't like to pull out. If you want this dick, you're gonna take it til I'm done with your hole." "Please pull out? You can shoot in my mouth instead... if you want," I suggest. "I'll think about it. Now suck my cock and get me ready!" So, I opened my mouth and let him feed me his dick. His thickness stretches my jaw and I know it's going to do the same to my ass when the time comes. He had one hand on the back of my head while he's thrusting into me. I can taste his precum already as he's obviously been thinking about our impending fuck. "Turn around, faggot. I'm gonna use that ass now." I do as I'm told, and I hear him lubing up his thick fuckstick. I fish around for the poppers on the bed and take a good hit. "Oh yeah, baby show me that hole! You ready for my poison penis? You want it?" All I can do is nod in my popper induced haze. He pops his thick mushroom head inside me, and pushes in to the hilt in one swift motion. There is a stab of pain as he bottoms out inside me. But also pleasure. He doesn't wait to let me get used to his dick- he just immediately starts fucking me with it at a medium pace. I'm on all fours and he's drilling into me from behind, hands roughly gripping my hips. "Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my toxic cock. You like taking poz dick, don't you? You get off on having AIDS just one squirt away!" "No!" I tell him. "I just like feeling your fat cock in me without a condom. Please pull out before you cum! Don't make me HIV+!" "What's the point of pulling out, you stupid cunt? I'm already leaking my sickness inside you! Can't you feel all my dirty precum slicking up your insides? Every thrust I'm massaging my tainted DNA deeper and deeper into your guts. And you're taking it, you bug chanson' bitch!" He reaches around to stroke my rock hard cock while continuing to thrust his dick inside me. "See? You get off on this, you sick fucker! Your cock is rock hard! And I bet you'll blow your last neg load as soon as I start knocking you up!" He speeds up his thrusting and really started ramming my hole. He was doing a full pull out and ram back in and I had to do poppers like mad just to be able to take it. The whole time he keeps up his litany of poz talk-- talking about his dirty DNA and getting me to "join the club". He wants to be my gifter and be the one to convert me. His dirty talk just pours out of him like his precum. Eventually he is ready to do the deed. "Oh fuck, faggot! I'm getting close! It isn't gonna be long now and your neg days will be over!" "Just pull out! Please pull out! Cum in my mouth-- I'll swallow! I promise!" I beg. "You fucking filthy cum pig bottom! I'm gonna give you EXACTLY what you want... and deserve!" He thrusts hard a few more times, then parks his cock deep while holding onto my hips with an iron grip. Then I feel it. His cock spasming deep inside me-- spitting out jet after jet of his semen. His big mushroom head throbs and swells with each spurt. My own orgasm is seconds behind, and I'm shooting my load in thick streams all over my sheets; my asshole involuntarily milking every drop from his dick. After his orgasm subsides, he slow pumps me a few times, then RAMS his dick home to the bottom causing me to cry out in pain. While slowly pulling out of me, he leaned in close to my ear and whispered "Happy AIDS Day, faggot."

I've got to the age where lads call me sir. Seemed a bit weird at first but getting used to it. I'm a lean but hairy guy - guess you could say an otter. I'm also poz and love to bareback but normally only with other poz guys. I was at the bathouse chilling when this twink came up to me and sat down next to me in the steam room and was like "sir - whatever you want I belong to you". He was incredibly skinny and had brown hair and blue eyes. I replied great come to my cabin. As we entered he knelt down and sucked on my cock getting it hard. After a while I reached for a condom and he reached for the lube getting himself ready. He asked if he could sniff on my poppers and of course I said yes. He said "I'd do anything for you" . I was like "yes I know you would". We kissed for a bit and I said "wanna put the condom on me". He replied "sir I'd love to go raw with you - that powerful cock would feel so good in me". I told him "I'm poz so we'd best not do that". With that news he took another hit of poppers and his sub side left him! He was completely rock solid and I sucked him for a bit getting him moaning... As I licked his balls he took another hit of poppers and said "please sir I need that raw cock in me". I replied again we should use condoms. At that point he said "you like the balls your licking" and I said "yes of course". He replied "you know they will explode if you don't use me raw". I laughed saying "we can't have that". He said "make me yours. Let me feel that toxic cock in me - breed me sir". I told him to sniff again and I eased my big cock into him. Slowly at first so he got used to it. Then as I picked up the pace he begged for me to poz him. This pushed me over the edge and I shot volley after volley of cum into him. After a while he kissed me again and said "thank you for making me yours sir". As we left the cabin a blonde lad came up and said "I'm here every Saturday - could you make me yours too?" I said I'd think about it...

Part 3 Luke continued to question what he was doing at Steve’s. While rational thought told him his time with Steve was one bad decision after another, he also found Steve so fucking hot and irresistible – his huge arms, his massive legs, his dark tan skin, so Luke quite willingly followed Steve through the apartment to the bedroom and then into the bathroom. Steve pointed to the big gang-like shower and instructed Luke to get in. As steam began to fill the room, his daddy-god Steve entered the shower too. It was the first time Luke saw Steve without any clothing on, and Luke was instantly obsessed with all he saw. As he took it in, Luke asked “What’s with the bandage?" pointing below Steve’s belly button to the dressing protecting his new ink. “New tattoo. You’ll see it soon enough, and will probably want one of your own.” Steve said as he pulled Luke close for a kiss – their first. They stood in the hot shower spray, Steve’s dick getting hard again as it brushed against Luke’s throbbing cock. Even not knowing what was under the bandage, Luke knew Steve was right, that he’d want that same tattoo as well some day. He wanted to be marked as Steve’s. They kissed sensually in the shower for a while, their bare cocks bobbing erectly below. Turning to the cold marble tile wall, Luke leaned into the stone and spread his legs wide, presenting his ass to Steve to fuck. Steve approached, planting his feet just outside of Luke's, and lined his massive dick head up with Luke's hole. Steve’s prick entered Luke’s cunt with less agony this time: the water and Steve’s pre-cum reduced friction, and Luke's hole was still wrecked from their last fuck session. Steve worked his dick all the way into Luke’s velvety sex chute and knew this boy was becoming his in so many ways. As the shower fuck continued, precum dripped down the cold wall against which Luke’s erection pressed. “I love knowing your inside me” Luke said. He meant it – he loved being a bottom and all that such meant. “I like being in you. Raw. Knowing you’re taking all of me. My dick. My load. My DNA. Everything I am is in you.” This embodied what sex meant to Luke. Perhaps not really grasping all of the consequences of what this meant in this moment, Luke’s boner sprung with excitement and a glob of precum –- to the point of Luke wondering if in fact he came a little -- smeared on the wall against his dick’s head. “Fuuck yes. Make me yours. My ass is yours. My body is yours.” Steve pulled completely out, and then pushed his dick balls deep into Luke. Luke whimpered. Then Steve picked up the pace in pumping his dick in and out of Luke’s hole. Steve’s dick was throbbing and rock hard inside his new fuck toy, and indeed, after a couple of minutes of pounding, Steve announced “I’m gonna cum.” His thrusts became more intense. He pushed all the way into Luke again and screamed “I’m fucking cumming in you, slut.” Another of Steve’s toxic loads shot deep into Luke’s wrecked ass. Luke tensed his ass around the massive dick inside him and also shot a huge load against the wall of the shower, exclaiming “Fuck, that was amazing,” as he twisted around to kiss his inseminator. As their spent dicks again brushed against one another, Luke felt fulfilled and transformed – feelings that were, perhaps unbeknownst to him, both figurative and literal.

There’s a palpable difference between sexual acts that are being performed for the camera and sex that is simply observed by the camera’s eye. Performed sex may have all the explicit angles and everything lit for optimum visibility, and every body positioned for effect, but it often lacks the subtle clues that passion is at play, that body chemistry is in flux, that male instinct could take over reason. This is why some amateur material is so compelling - it feels more real, somehow more alive and in this moment, even if it clearly isn’t as staged. This piece caught my attention because it lands somewhere in the middle. These men may be performing for the camera - but they’re having sex in a pretty serious way. The flush of their skin, their facial expressions, the spontaneity of their actions - this is a breeding that could happen with no camera in the room. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/40535/fuck-it-hard-fuck-it-strong/

names James. I'm 31, 6' 1", dark hair, hairy, and have a fit body. I've been poz for about five years now. From time to time I would go visit my parents, and every time I was visiting them, it happened Derek, my younger brother's cute friend also was also visiting. Each time I also found we were eyeing each other. The time I first met him he was only 15, but now he is 18, about 5' 8", dirty blonde hair with a nice bubble ass. On a few occasions, when my brother and Derek were swimming, I went into Derek's bag and sniffed his undies. There's nothing like smelling a young man's underwear: always scented with precum, and sometimes I jerked and blew my cum in them - just for good measure. One night my parents were out of town and asked that I keep an eye on the house while my brother and Derek were swimming. At some point my brother went inside, leaving Derek and me alone. Derek climbed out of the pool and, as the water dripping from his treasure trail, asked "Hey James, can I get a smoke?" I immediately popped hard on. "Sure, Derek, but can you…" "Can I what?" "Ummm, it's nothing." "Just tell me," he replied. "Well, I just wanted you to turn around. You have a nice ass." "I'll even lower my shorts a bit, just for you." And let me tell you. From that point on I was determined to fuck his ass! I didn't care. I had to poz him. So the very next day I gave my friend Mark a call, and asked for his assistance in getting into Derek's ass. Mark readily agreed, and so the next day Mark and his sister to stop over. Now, Mark is about 30, and his sister is 19. I picked-up some booze and the five of us started to drink, and I made sure Derek got more shots than any of the rest of us. As Mark and I expected, Mark's sister got bored and wanted to go out clubbing, and I graciously gave them cab fair. As they were started to get ready to leave my brother quietly said Derek was going to stay home as he had had a bit to much to drink. Yes, all was going to plan. My brother and Derek's sister left, leaving me and Mark alone with Derek. "Sorry if I ruined your night, guys," Derek slurred slightly. "No problem at all," I replied, adding "Mark and I are gonna take a swim. Why don't you join us in the back?" "Sure, just give me another smoke," answered Derek. Oh, I'll give you something, I said to myself as I handed him a cigarette. With that the three of us wandered out to the pool, and Mark asked "Hey James, do you have any spare suits?" "Nah," I replied, suggesting "since it's just us, we can just wear our underwear." Mark and I immediately stripped-down, and James followed our example, albeit somewhat clumsily. He had definitely had enough to drink, still, he was the first to jump in, and I was next, although, since he was slightly drunk, he didn't move-out of the way, with the result I surfaced underneath him, and we ended-up wrestling our way back to the wide staircase. Derek tried to jump on my back to knock me back into the water, and as I staggered under his weight, I couldn't help but inwardly smile as I felt his hard cock pressing against my back. "Yo, Derek, what's that you got there, buddy?" I asked. "Sorry, dude, sorry, but you're hot, man," he replied. Joining in, Mark suggested "Hey Derek, if you think James is so how, why don't you show him how much you like his body?" With only the consideration of a second, Derek looked me up and down, grabbed my cock, and placed my hands on his ass as he began giving me an impassioned, if somewhat drunken, kiss. Knowing Derek was where we wanted him, Mark came over and the two of us helped Derek out of the pool, and into the bedroom, where Mark and I got ready to breed him. Somewhat to my surprise Derek said "Fuck, you're so hot! I can't believe this. I've never been with a guy." I murmured in reply, "Well, to be honest, I've wanted to play with you since I first saw you, so you're in luck: you'll get to play with not only me, but my buddy Mark." "I want your cocks inside me," Derek replied, but Mark suggested, "Well, maybe you should start by sucking us off for a while, and then we'll see who gets to tag your ass." And damn, for a first timer he gave a surprisingly good blow job, and while Derek worked on me, Mark began rimming him, getting him ready for my poz cock. Derek, fully aroused by the attention to his ass, was thoroughly excited, and I was happy when he abruptly stood-up, turned-around, and commanded "Fuck me, now." I graciously prepared to comply, and lubed his ass and myself with some Elbow Grease I had strategically placed in the night table drawer, but just as my head was knocking at his hole, Derek asked "Wait, do you have condoms?" Again I was prepared "Sure do," as I pulled one out of the same night table drawer. Derek slid the condom onto my cock, turned around, and presented his ass. Ever helpful Mark distracted him with some poppers, and I began to breach Derek's ass. "Good boy," I coo'd, "why not go down on Mark?" As he did so, I slowly worked my way into Derek's ass, although I admit I ran out of patience towards the end, and just rammed myself home. Naturally Derek yelped in surprise and pain, but I didn't pause: I fucked him vigorously, determined to leave my load in his hole. Fortunately Derek was a natural bottom, and within a minute or two had opened-up to the point he could exclaim "Oh, fuck, that feels amazing! Fuck me, James!" I urged him on, answering "You got it, buddy, take it. Take my cock!" "Fuck, I want you to fuck me every time you visit," he replied. I snickered thinking he was asking for more than he realized, but didn't let on, replying "Get on your back, Derek. I wanna see your eyes as I fuck you!" Now on his back, he replied "Oh, man, it hurts so good." And knowing I needed to shed the condom before I blew my load, I suggested "Hey Mark, why don't you crouch over Derek's face and let him rim your hole?" Mark and Derek thought this was a good idea, and as they positioned themselves, I kept pounding away, but each time I withdrew I surreptitiously slid the condom a bit off my cock, so by the time Derek's tongue slid into Mark's hole, I was barebacking Derek. Yup. My entire eight inch poz cock was now barebacking Derek, and I was very close to seeding him, so I asked "Fuck, Derek, where do you want me to cum?" "Blow your load in my ass, man, in my ass," Derek replied, only to resume rimming Mark. "Fuck, yeah, man, here it is!" I replied, as I pounded ever harder. My load was now about to blow, so I let both Derek and Mark know as much when I pushed my way in, balls-deep, and announced "Here, take it! Take my cum!" As I blew my load inside Derek's ass, he came at virtually the same moment. Not to be out done, Mark gave himself a couple of jerks and blew his load all over Derek's chest, and even Derek's face. So Derek was the model of a slut: cum covering his face as my cum, my poz cum, soaked into his ass. When we had caught our breath I gasped "Hey, buddy, you better get to bed before my brother gets home," but tired by the booze and the fuck, Derek passed-out, so Mark and I carried him into the spare bed and made him comfortable for the night.

I agree with the spirit of this assertion in this context. I believe that consent to provide oral service should automatically imply consent to throatfucking. That is, it should be the normative understanding between men and faggots. If a faggot doesn't want to have his throat forced, he should make it clear in advance. And personally, I have always found it hard to respect men who hold back or, even worse, ask for permission to do what comes so naturally.

Jesus christ I thought to myself. I blacked out, had unprotected gay sex, and told gay strangers my hotel and room number. Now it was 3 a.m. my wife would certainly be calling me by 7. Fuck it. I would just ignore them and they would eventually go away. I walked away from the door and got into bed. There was another knock and then a few beats. The lock disengaged and the door swung open. Three guys stepped inside, the front one flashed a room key. I'd told them where I was staying AND gave them my extra room key. I berated myself. Wow. Well done.

When all of a sudden, there was this look of anger in Boss's eyes. I didnt know what I had done wrong. Boss was looking at Ted "Do you ever just feel like beating up a fag. I mean we dont have to have a reason, he's a fag, isn't that reason enough" He said with a laugh but still that angry look glaring right at me. I was afraid and turned on all at the same time. This was an ongoing thing, fear and lust together. It's a really big fucking turn on. Ted replied " I never really thought about it that way but Yeah that works for me." I asked, Boss can I tell you something I have been thinking about ever since I started working for you? "Speak up fag" Boss replied. I knew that when my employment took this Dominant turn that there would be things I would have to do. You told me that people in your world thought I could not handle your anger, that I was too soft for the job. I knew I could handle it when you get angry and riled up. I knew I had a different approach than others who may have been in my shoes. If you need to take out your anger on something or someone, that would naturally be me. I welcome you taking out your aggression on me. I actually have been wanting to have some scars from you. Bruises I could look at for weeks, as a reminder of your anger. I mean you know where to apply your fists so as not to have them not be visible to anyone. So this anger management would be only between us. I watched his eyes as I spoke and while the anger was still there, there was also this evil grin on his face. He knew I had no bounds and this was another way to prove that. Boss paused a moment then said " So you want me to beat you up? That is the most compliant fag I have ever known. At first I thought that would take some of the fun out of it, but now that I think of it, knowing I can beat up a queer whenever I want, that gets me worked up. Stand up fag." I did as I was told. "I think you better have a nice good hit first," Boss stated. He put several rocks in the meth pipe and lit it up. Watching as the rocks melted and He rocked the pipe back and forth while that swirl developed in the bowl. I still gets me excited no matter how many times I watch this happen. "Hit it good" Boss demanded. I pulled slowly on the pipe letting it go into my lungs naturally. "Keep going , dont stop" Boss demanded again. I kept going until I felt my lungs were going to explode. "Now hold it in like a good fag" Boss knew just what to say to make me compliant to his wishes. "Let the meth be absorbed by your lung tissue, so it can take hold of you. The more we do this, the more your brain is going to want it, crave it, demand it, be addicted to it. Thats where I want you, craving my meth every minute of every day, so I can keep you on the hook" He put his hand up to my nose when he thought I was going to exhale. "Not yet fag, only when I say" Boss stated as he nodded his head and I nodded mine to say Yes Sir. He finally let me breathe and I exhaled but nothing came out. "See now fag, all that smoke is in your body where it should be, am I right?" I replied Yes Boss . "Let's have you do another" Boss stated. I said sure thing Boss. We did the same method, I so love it when he force intox's me. "Are you fucked up now faggot" Boss asked. Fuck yes I am Boss. Thank you for keeping me intoxicated and hooked on meth. Then out of nowhere he balled up his fist and planted it firmly and with much force right into my gut. I saw it coming and flexed my stomach muscles. It landed on me so hard but I didn't flinch. "Fuck that felt good, fags like you piss me off sometimes and when they do this is what will happen," and another blow to the other side of my gut. This time I did flinch a bit. "Aww that one hurt huh?" I can take it Boss, thats my job. "Damn right it is. Here Ted take a swing" Boss asked of Ted. I turned to face Ted. We all knew that the gut was the best place to receive this beating. It would be quicker to recover and would be hidden since I can never take off any of my clothes around the Boss and his friends. Ted attempted to get a good right hook but he was apprehensive. I could see it on his face. His hit didn't hurt and to be honest I barely felt it after the Boss 2 very good swings. "C'mon buddy, you can do better than that" Boss asked of Ted. "Think of some broad that pissed you off. I know that blonde bitch you dated who left you hanging in the dust. Yeah think about how mad you were at her. Let it build up in your brain. That dumb cunt stood you up then ghosted you. You don't deserve that shit from anyone, Am I right Ted" Boss was egging Ted on to get that anger built up. I was loving it watching Ted think about how pissed off she made him. I was just waiting for him to assault me. I wanted it. "Now look at that faggot. Can't you see he is salivating at the idea of you hitting him. He wants you to abuse him. Don't you hate it when you are out at Menards and you know that some faggot is checking you out. Doesn't that make the steam rise in your head. Here is your chance to do what you've always wanted to do. Do it , punch that queer hard" Boss words were ringing in my ears. I played those words over and over in my head waiting for Ted to make his move. Finally I saw the rage, Ted balled up his fist, pulled his arm back and swung at me so hard. I wasn't expecting him to place such a hard blow to me. I gasped for air and took a step back. "Fuck yeah Ted, see how good that feels to get that aggression out, especially on a faggot like this. In his case a faggot that wants to be our punching bag" Boss stated with such a happy yet dominant tone. I had to speak. Thank you both for using me this way. I can feel your bruises and am happy to help you relieve your anger. They both just started laughing so hard and their laughs went on for like 10 minutes. They would almost stop then start again. Boss walked right up to my face. " You did well tonight my meth addict pig punching bag of an assistant." He lifted up my T shirt and saw the welts they had left. " Look at that, you now have several things to look at and remember us by. I want you to have one more hit since you've been such a well behaved homo tonight. Once again I watched him load the bowl, this time with one big rock. He torched it up twirling the pipe back and forth in those masculine hands of his. My favorite swirl turning in the bowl as the meth turned to liquid. This time he did something different. He took a hit first, a pretty big one, since he was a much more experienced smoke than I was. He got in my face and I instinctively knew to open my mouth. He shotgunned a huge cloud of smoke into my mouth, then held my nose so I wouldn't exhale. It turned me on so much. This is the best kind of forced intox, me receiving his smoke directly from his lungs to mine. "How was that faggot, did you like that?" Oh fuck yes Boss that was incredible. He held the pipe up to my mouth, lit the torch again, and told me to wait. He twirled the pipe moving the torch back and forth from the bottom of the pipe. "Now hit that pipe, slowly. Let the meth just flow into your mouth and lungs. Slow queer slow. I watched down at the pipe seeing the smoke leave the pipe and enter me. He knew just how to get someone so high and get the most out of each hit. My Boss is the Master of forced intox. I never felt so lucky than I did right at that moment. I knew just to rest and hold it in. He didnt have to say anything to me. He looked at me and nodded, he was saying, Is that good , did you like it. I nodded an over exaggerated nod and smiled. I held it as long as I could and exhaled. " Good fag, now open that door over there." boss demanded. I got up and walked to the other side of the room and opened the door. I did not know there was a patio out there on the 3rd floor. It was very nice outside. "There is a bed for you there do you see it?" I saw an oversized dog bed on the patio. Yes Boss I see my bed. "Good that you know what you deserve to sleep in is a dog bed. Go to sleep now, If I need you I will wake you up. You've done very well tonight and you deserve a good nights sleep. I never would have thought you to be as willing to do this much degrading low things for me. There is only one type of faggot that will go this low. That is a Poz fag. Poz fags have no limits and stoop to any depth to give satisfaction to a Man. Are you a Pox fag?" Well Boss the answer to that question is........................ To be continued...................

I think there may be men that feel shame for bottoming but it is not me. I actually feel more whole when I do. It makes me understand that at least sexually I know my place in the world. For me it’s whatever connection you can make with a man. He may just want to use your cunt to get off. That is perfect for me because it’s what it is for. Pleasing men. In turn it pleases me.

Part 3 if I haven’t told you yet my names James I’m 6’1 slim but toned I’m 28 been poz since high school. My younger brother just turned 18. I work part time as a hairdresser and light contracting work. After a few hrs at work i got a text from Derek “can we talk” “sure come by my salon” I replied he said he’ll be here in 30 minutes. As I quickly finished up applying my clients hair dye he arrived. I’ve asked him to come in from the back door and head into the basement. Gave my client a coffee and set there timer for 45min and went downstairs. He looked at me and asked “why” “because I just had to breed your ass I knew I was going to as soon as I seen it.” “Why” “because it looked amazing the way your shorts pressed against ass cheeks and then you pulled them down to show at asss when all I asked was for you to turn around” “and that was an invitation” he asked. “Yes and now you’re free to take any load you want” I noticed his hard dick pressing on his shorts I guess he didn’t have extra underwear. I quickly pulled in front of him and grabbed his cock. “ problem?” He stood quietly I pulled his shorts down and started to make my way down his cock smelled of piss and I began to suck with one hand on his hole. “Turn around” he obeyed and I began to eat his ass out got up and whispered “ you want this cock” no reply I stuck it in him and began to fuck him raw one hand on his shoulder pushing him deeper towards me the other hand around his nipples I was getting close so I began to fuck him harder with my hand around his mouth So he wouldn’t make too much noise “I’m going to cum do you want it” “yes” he yelled “ok here it cums take this poz load“ I flooded his hole deep within a sec I felt him cum as he squeezed his hole tight against mine cock felt him pulsing as he came all over the floor. “Don’t move I gotta piss” while still hard inside him I took a piss and he took every drop. As I finished my clients timer went off “Good boy now go home” part 4 for derricks revenge?

I was eighteen, short for my age at just five foot and very slim. Often people thought I was younger, but my Id proved them wronged. While I generally enjoyed school, I hated sports and took every opportunity to avoid them. When, however, I could not get out of sports, I usually tended to go for cross country runs, probably because they involved no physical contact. Looking back now, however, I see one of those cross country runs set me on a path for life. Our runs took us for miles, through urban areas and also through woodland and parks. On such runs naturally the urge to urinate would eventually arise, but my rule of thumb was to hold-out as long as I could, even if the act of running was exacerbating the necessity. One one particular run I found myself increasingly desperate, so when, as I entered a woodland, I spotted a sign for some public toilets, I immediately padded down the path through the bushes and trees and came to a secluded toilet. Entering, it took a bit before my eyes adjusted to the relative darkness compared to the bright sunlight outside. A sort of twilight, lit purely from whatever daylight managed to filter through the small and dirty windows at a high level on one wall. I stepped over to the urinals and, fishing my penis out from the leg of my shorts, let go a long stream of piss from my bursting bladder. As I finished I realised that a tall man was also standing at the end urinal and seemed to be watching me intently. Somewhat innocently I turned as I rearranged my shorts and our eyes met. Then he glanced down and my eyes automatically followed. He turned slightly and I saw this huge erection jutting from his trousers with two heavy balls hanging below. I stared fascinated. It was the first mans cock I had ever seen, and it was enormously erect with a big swollen purple head that glistened moistly. His hand was wrapped around the shaft and he slowly eased it back and forth, the foreskin rolling over the head as he did so. A big drop of fluid emerged from the end and hung there obscenely, glistening in the dim light. "Come here", he said authoritatively. As if hypnotized, my legs propelled me in his direction, stopping a foot or so in front of him, only for him to reach over, grab my hair with one hand, as his other hand covered my mouth. The shock brought me to my senses, but too late. His fingers were woven into my hair and he forced my head down relentlessly until my face was level with his swollen member. A small biohazard symbol was tattooed to the upper left of his cock. Two fingers of his left hand were being forced into my mouth and he pried my teeth apart until my mouth gaped open. He then slid the swollen moist head of his cock between my lips commanding "Don't try to shout or scream boy. Just enjoy it. Oh, and don't bite me or I'll hurt you," he admonished, removing his fingers so that my lips clamped around the head. I was disgusted but his grip of my hair prevented me from moving my head. He slowly eased his cock further into my mouth until the head hit the back of my mouth at the top of my throat. He moaned and then started thrusting slowly back and forth. He had about four inches in my mouth and transferred his hands to hold my ears while he settled into a rhythm, my saliva and his precum lubricating the thrusts. As he raped my mouth I adjusted to the feel of his cock sliding over my tongue. It seemed like ages but was probably only about five minutes. But he was not satisfied with this and his bell end increasingly bashed against the back of my mouth. Then he held me firmly by the ears as he pushed the head into my throat. "Stop teasing me boy and take it right down your throat. You know you want it.," he said. I gagged and resisted and my arms flailed about as I struggled to resist. But then I heard one of the cubicle doors creak open and realised we had been watched by another man. He came over and grabbed both of my arms pulling them together behind me. At this the first man forced his cock into my throat, ignoring my gagging, and started a brutal throat rape. His cock stretched my throat open and his cock rammed a couple of inches into my gullet. "That's it, throat-rape the little slut," I heard a new voice, as the second man encouraged the first man. I was now held firmly by the ears and wrists and couldn't struggle. "Hang on a minute, let's strip him," , he added and he grasped both my wrists in one hand, and using the other to pull my tee shirt over my head. He then proceeded to tie my wrists together behind my back using my own tee shirt. The first man resumed his rape of my throat, slamming his swollen cock into my gullet and into my throat. The second man then pulled my shorts down to my ankles and raised one of my feet to free the shorts completely. This unbalanced me and I fell forward, impaling myself fully on the tool reaming my throat. Pubic hair was ground into my face as my throat accepted the full length. "Yes, take it!", I heard the first man say and he started long dicking my throat to the hilt. I gasped for air and my breathing rasped noisily as I struggled to breathe around the thick shaft. At the same time I felt my buttocks being parted and a finger pushing into my virgin boyhole. It was withdrawn and the second man spat onto my hole, reinserting the finger to the knuckle. Then a second finger was thrust in alongside stretching my hole open. The man worked my hole loosening it up. Then he pulled out his fingers, kicked my legs apart and I felt his cock head against my spittle wet hole. He held my hips and pushed the head inside. The pain was excruciating, but my groans were muted by the cock raping my throat and my efforts to complain just opened my throat more. The second man pushed and slowly forced his cock further and further in, deeper than I thought possible. Eventually, with one savage thrust his cock was in to the hilt, his pubic hair scratching against my virgin buttocks. "God his cunt is tight", he said. "I think he's a virgin", responded the first,"lets break him in as a pussy boy, I need to dump this toxic load". The second man started thrusting in and out, long smooth strokes that pulled my hole inside out on each exit stroke. Together they long-dicked me both ends synchronizing their strokes so that both ends were filled at the same time. I realised my only hope of surviving was to cooperate and try to relax both my throat and boy hole. "He's starting to enjoy it", one of them said and they settled in for a long session. A whistle announced the arrival of another man. "Hey John, who's your new fuckboy then?" "He's letting you do him bareback. He obviously doesn't know you," I heard. It seemed the new arrival already knew at least one of the first two. "Didn't give him a choice, but he wants it now, Just see how he's taking it and he's gonna get my spunk soon." "You wanna bit of him too?" "Damn right, I'll just get my mate from the van and we'll do him after you." With that he briefly left, returning after a couple of minutes with his mate who asked "Fuck, he's a cute young pussy boy. What's his cunt like?" "Fucking tight. I'm gonna cum in a minute," the first man added. At the same time the rate of his thrusts increased, his shaft swelled even thicker and harder as he pulled my ears tightly, thrusting fully into my throat. His cock pulsated as a stream of hot thick cum poured into my throat. Withdrawing his cock so his head alone remained in my mouth, his balls continued pumping volley after volley into my mouth. "Swallow boy, get used to it," he ordered. I complied, the thick spunk sliding downing my throat as I urgently sought to swallow it all. It tasted funny, sort of salty. I can't say I was sorry when the spurts of cum slowed down, not because I didn't enjoy swallowing his load, but rather if only to catch my breath, only to have him withdraw completely, wiping his cock head on my lips as he muttered "Fuck, that was amazing." "I'm gonna cum too, take my poz load.", the second man said. Shit it made sense. The biohazard and toxic talk. They had HIV and they were cumming in me. I struggled but to no avail. I felt his cock swell and pulse and I felt his hot spunk shooting into my guts, holding it fully in as he filled my boyhole, the hot spunk searing the tenderised insides. Then he too pulled out and a rush of cool air replaced his cock in my ravaged hole. The muscles contracted, closing my ring and preventing the big load of spunk from sliding out. I could feel it sliming about inside. I felt relieved that was over, but I hadn't counted on the two new arrivals. As I looked up the two arrivals, both black men were stripping off. I stared fascinated, one had a long thick erection about 10 inches with a massive cock head while the other had a slightly shorter 9 inches but really thick. They both started to wank their shafts, and I watched, fascinated, as the one in front of me rolled his thick foreskin back over the bell shaped head and it became rock hard with a large drop of precum glistening obscenely at the tip. I started to panic but the first quickly grabbed my head and thrust the head of his cock into my mouth. My lipsstretched to accommodate it all as he slid in along my tongue and into mythroat. At the same time his mate lined his cock up to my open boyhole and thrust in all the way, his massive tool like a bottle stretching the tender walls of my boyhole. I felt spunk running down my legs as the savage battering forced it out. The savage rape of my holes was now taken over by these two black men with huge cocks. "Hold him steady will you", one of them said and the first two men took up a position on each side of me pulling my arms and holding me tightly and rigid. Sweat was pouring down my face and dripped to the floor and my breath rasped noisily as I stuggled to inhale. My throat had become an open channel to the massive invader long dicking me at each thrust. His mate was synchronizing his thrusts so that both were embedded to the hilt together. Fortunately the thick load of spunk lining my boyhole made the anal rape less painful and I focussed on just staying conscious. Suddenly both men stopped, as if by some signal and dragged me into a cubicle. One sat down on the toilet and pulled me back to sit on him, impaled on his engorged cock. It slid fully inside to the hilt. The second black guy grabbed my ankles and drew my legs up to his shoulders, my white socks and trainers each side of his head. His cockhead brushed against my stuffed boyhole. Then slowly he pushed forward and against all resistance forced his cockhead in also. He held a hand over my mouth and suppressed my screams as he pushed further and further into my hole. I must have passed out because after a bit I came to with both cocks fully embedded in my cunt. I felt stretched beyond what was possible. The sitting guy raised me by the hips until both massive cocks were almost out – just the big heads inside my newly formed boy pussy. Then he slammed me back down and the two massive black cocks mashed together expanding my cunt to its limits. Againand again, faster and faster, and gradually the wilder the doublefuck became the more I began to enjoy the invasion and ignore the pain. Slamming in and out, sliding against each other, their two dicks fought, tearing through the last remains of my sweet boyhood. And the tender walls of my newly formed cunt fitted the double fuckpoles like a glove. Then suddenly my head was pulled down to one side as a third guy forced his cock into my mouth and started raping my throat. My boyhole was stretched beyond its limits to take the savage double fuck that was happening and my lips were numb and my throat raw into its brutal rape. I managed to slip my wrists from the tee shirt and clung on to the thighs of the guy under me. Suddenly the door swung open. From the corner of one eye I could see 2 new guys had arrived and were enjoying the spectacle. Here I was, an 18 year old slutboy, naked and being gangraped brutally and at the same time enjoying my conversion into a hollow fucktube. They opened their trouser flys and started pounding their big cocks. It seemed to continue for ages. Eventually I could feel the two cocks in my boy hole speed up further and I felt them expand. One guy and then the other started shooting a huge double load deep into my guts. Then the third guy rammed his cock deep into my throat to the hilt and held it there. I felt it pulsing and throb as jet after jet of thick cum was unloaded deep in my throat. After a minute he pulled his still semi erect cock from my throat, pulled up his jeans and just left without saying anything. I slumped forward against the standing black guy. "Wassup boi?" he asked. But I was too exhausted to reply. He stepped back and the guy under me pushed me forward. I slumped forward onto the floor, naked and sweating, with cum seeping from my cunt and a dribble trailing from my swollen mouth and lips. "You've now got a pussy both ends boi", the first black guy said, pushing a thick finger into my swollen pussy, and the both laughed obscenely. I just lay on the dirty stinking piss covered floor as they dressed, too shattered to move. "We've got some mates who wud love to use you boi, so if you want you can be out new white pussyboi. Just be here next Friday at 5.30 after work". Then they turned and left laughing. The two guys who had been watching now pulled me onto all fours and one stuffed his swollen cock deep into my throat while the other rammed his cock into my tender raped cunthole. They rammed in and out to the hilt until they too unloaded their spunk into me. Then they simply let me slump back to the ground and left laughing. I lay there for a while gathering my senses, then crawled around and found my shorts and tee shirt. I pulled them back on and managed to stagger from the toilet into the sunlight outside. Bow legged with cum seeping from my ravaged hole I slowly headed back to school and decided to tell them I had got lost and beaten up by some youths. But I wondered if my throat and new pussy would be sufficiently recovered for next Friday and wondered how many mates they had and how much I could take. It wouldn't be long before I found out...

I dropped in at the Baths on my way home from work. I planned to get sucked and maybe fuck a little. I was 90% Top. Due to my size (6'4", 220 lbs), guys tended to get overwhelmed when I engulfed them. The guys I attracted, or was attracted to, were straight-acting Bottoms, frequently married or Bi, who had little experience dealing with a guy like myself-who dwarfed them in size, overpowered them, and used their Asses for my satisfaction. Anyway, I made eye-contact with an Italian Hunk. He pursued me into the Maze where we connected. What surprised me was that he was not interested in my Cock. On the contrary, he went straight for my Ass. massaging it beneath my towel. Before I knew it, the towel fell to the floor; and he'd maneuvered behind me. I wasn't about to get screwed by him or any other guy; but momentarily humored him, and let him explore my Ass Crack. That excited him and the others who were watching. 'What's this?' I agonized. 'Screw Me Day?' They all seemed to want the same thing, but no way was I going to whore out my Butt to that group of guys. I must admit one of them, a Black Dude with a nice long, thick Cock, turned me on. And when I split, he followed me to the Sauna. We started fooling around. It didn't take long for me to conclude that he, too, wanted my Pussy. After he made a few overt passes, I called it quits and took a hike. After I'd circled the halls several times, I ran into the Black Dude again, accompanied by his Latino Pal. "God, I need to be fucked," spouted Miguel. He sure did have a sweet Ass, and I volunteered to service it for him. The three of us headed to their room. I started to fuck the Hispanic and the Black climbed on my back. As I gave way, the Latino ducked out from under me, grabbed his towel, and vamoosed. That left the two of us alone in the room on the bunk, the Black's Cock poised at my Cunt. I realized I'd been duped by the two. Their real intent had been to get me fucked. The Black plowed my Hole. In my compromised position, I could barely resist. Actually I didn't try very hard. Considering my earlier experiences, I'd become somewhat resolved. He slid in and out and yodeled he was gonna shoot. Afterward I was on the commode when they came in the john. "You breed his Ass?" "Like takin' candy from a baby," the Black replied. "And did you POZ his Cunt?" "All I know is that Whitey's walkin' around with the biggest, badest Load of Bug Juice this Dude's ever shot." POZ me? Bug Juice? I blanched and sat stone still till they left. I was stunned. Sure, it was bound to happen. But what the hell, I was a Top! Tops aren't supposed to get POZZED; but I feared my day of reckoning had cum. Of course, one POZ Fuck doesn't spell HIV. Lots of guys bottom for years and never get the Bug. In a daze I stumbled back to the Maze. And who was waiting for me there, but the Italian I'd met early on. Only now, stretched and lubed courtesy of one Long Black Dong, I was easy pickings for the European's Manmeat. He slid right into me, no questions asked, and in no time shot up my Ass. Again we'd gained an audience; and again, the key attraction was my Butt. When he withdrew, another to took his place-then another-and another. Overall, I took half a dozen Loads that afternoon. I began to think, 'Why not?' If I had the Virus up my Ass, it'd be self-serving to keep it to myself. Yeah, sure, they could have acerbated things by grinding the POZ Stew into my Ass Walls, but, then again, I suspected my days as a NEG TOP were numbered. So since I already had the Virus in me, I took off to see how the Bottom half lived.

I really don't want to infect anyone.The first year of being poz was horrible .. getting used to the meds and all. It was about 11 months of constant discomfort and recurring insomnia. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. Now, I've gotten used to it; and I rarely think about my status .. until I wanna hookup. :-/ So, when Dylan answered my CL ad, I made sure to let him know that I was poz. His response wasn't surprising. "Oh sorry man. I don't think I can sleep with a poz guy. Take care." I was a little disappointed, to be honest because his picture was beyond cute - a petite and innocent look about him. His green eyes were hard to get out of my head. But, I moved on. It was nearly a month later when he e-mailed me and said he wanted to meet after all -- and that he "might be open" to doing some stuff if we hit it off. I tried to reduce the stress and offered to meet him with the understanding that we wouldn't do anything at all - just get to know each other. He agreed. I don't like to show up at someone's place empty handed .. even though we agreed to just play X-box and talk. A bottle of wine always seems like a way to ease into getting to know someone. I nearly lost my breath when he opened the door. He was even more attractive in real life. His green eyes lit up as he answered the door. And a slight smile followed. I think he liked what he saw too. We made small talk as we sat in the living room. He went to the local community college; and I talked about my worries about finishing my master's degree. We laughed a lot. And we were about 3/4 way through the bottle of wine, there wasn't a hint of discomfort. We played some X-box; and I could tell he was inching over towards me. An hour later, I was still surprised that things progressed so well. We were in his bed. We made out for what felt like an eternity. I had to advance our activities. The tension was killing me. We explored each other's bodies as much as we could with our clothes on. Almost in sync, we pulled off our shirts and our pants. "Wow . you're hott!" he said, "I mean .. you feel very hott," he clarified. I didn't realize that the head of my cock had popped out the top of my briefs as it usually does when I'm hard. He felt my tip against his smooth stomach; and then he felt down to it. "You feel so big," he said with a hint of trepidation; but Dylan tugged on my shaft with urgency. I helped him get a good grip by slipping off my briefs and he explored all of my 8.5 with his warm hand. His moved his hands to my abs. And I thought he was going to change his mind. He was actually just adjusting his position; and next thing I know, he's trying to wrap his mouth around the top of my cock. "It's so big," he conceded as he attempted to get further down my shaft. I reached down and grabbed at the bulge in his briefs, finally fishing out his skinny boy-like dick. I didn't mind at all. I never was a size-queen - although it was clear that Dylan favored a big one. "I don't usually do this on a first date," he said somewhat sheepishly. But, he immediately went back to trying to inhale my now-throbbing pole. We were both lost in the moment; and for the first time, I forgot about my status while with someone. Moments later, I'm sliding a wet finger in and out of his hole; then it's two fingers. He's still sucking on my like it's the last cock he'll ever have. He wasn't about to let it go. But, all of his wonderful tongue work and wet slurping was too much. Call it instinct, or whatever. But, in just a couple of seconds, I have him readjusted on his back and his legs up in the air moving my rod close to his hole. He seemed to come back to reality for a moment, "I don't know if we should do this." Honestly, I was too horned up think clearly. I just moved my cock against his hole and rest it there for a moment. I felt obliged to ask again, though. Somehow, I knew I needed to ask if I could proceed, even though I was far from rational though. "Do you want it?" I asked. And his vague response was all I needed. "I don't know," he answered as he pushed his body down to put pressure on the head of my dick. I can't believe how quickly everything happened after that. Within seconds, I'm inside him and he's bucking his hips, as if begging me for more. And then I realized that he must have pre-lubed because he was taking it very well. He grunted and moaned. And I didn't ease it in as I might otherwise do. I could tell he could handle it by the initial reception. So, within moments, I am balls-deep inside him thrusting with long strokes. "You like that?" I ask. And inbetween pants, he replied, "umm .. I don't know." His words said one thing to me, but his body was saying something else. "Do you want me to stop?" I tried to clarify, still invading his hole with deep strokes. "Fuck .. I don't know." I gave him an especially forceful jab to test my limits. "Fuck!" was his only reply verbally. His non-verbal reply was his fingers digging into my back and pulling me in tighter. I was on the brink of exploding and thought I should give him one last chance to stop, "I'm about to cum. Should I stop?" "I don't know .." he replied .. as he continued to pant and grunt with each thrust. "If I don't pull out, I'm going to cum soon. Do you want me to pull out?" I asked one more time. "I don't know ... " was his reply once again. I could see his body wriggling with ecstasy. He seemed close. As I watched him writhing with pleasure, I found myself losing control. "Well I know!" I found myself shouting back at him. I can't believe I did this .. but I was out of control. I jack-hammered his hole as fast and deep as I could for a few seconds and then found myself unloading deep inside him. He came just a fraction of a second after I felt my last spurt deposit inside him. His jizz was a messy fountain going in almost every direction as he jerked his skinny rod forcefully. Slowly, we both came to our senses. I realized what I did. And I was waiting for him to yell at me or kick me out. We layed there in silence for a a couple of minutes, catching our breath. "That was incredible," he whispered. And suddenly, I felt no more guilt.

I have noticed that guys seem to go for the younger guys. I am retired with more availability and a tight bottom but I seem to not be able to get near as much as 10 years ago. In fact guys don't seem to want to try. I am not sure if it is because of age or just less guys barebacking in general. What do you think.

In c. 3months we should be free again without the social distancing rules. How are you going to celebrate? I'm planning to go to a sauna and fuck as many holes as I can and take as many loads as I can. What about you?

I have encountered several threads on Breedingzone either discussing or asking advice about douching so I decided to throw in my two cents and so I present to you my fellow bottoms...treehugger's guide to douching. Enjoy. Tip No. 1 Know thyself. Being in touch with your body and how it functions in your own personal way is the most important knowledge in getting the most out of your douching routine. What I mean is questions like: How often do you defecate? Are your poos log-like or is it like you just turned on a soft serve machine? How often are you constipated? How long does it take you to push out a loaf? and so on. Understanding how your body operates will give you a better idea of what you need to do to get properly cleaned out. For example, if you are often constipated, take a long time to push out a few nuggets or have squishy poos then you are more likely to have a harder time cleaning out properly. This leads me to tip number two. Tip No. 2 A good douche starts with a healthy diet and exercise. Nothing lubes the ole shit chute like fiber and a trot around the block. Maybe you are that lucky guy that can eat anything under the sun and shit like a champ but chances are you are not. Diets high in animal protein, dairy and sugar can gum up the works making it harder for a quick douche to do a proper job. Cutting down on meat, dairy and sugar then upping your veg intake can move things along quite nicely. Also remember to hydrate properly especially if you consume alcohol. Consider taking a daily fiber supplement of some kind. And I do mean daily! To be a good bottom you need to be ready to take a load at all times. If you manage things properly you might get away with a quick douche before your next hookup gets to your door. Tip No. 3 Explore and experiment. First of all stick a couple fingers up your ass and feel around. Get to know what your are dealing with. Seriously, do it! Here's why. I have a problem with water getting trapped by my second ring. Not such a big deal if its clean but I'd rather not take any chances so sometimes I have to go knuckle deep, nudge that second ring and see if the pipes are dry. Try different types of douching equipment. I do like the shower wands but they can take some getting used to especially when trying to determine the best water pressure. I find I can get too much water too deep in my gut then it takes hours for all that dirty water to make its way back out. Depending on what type of encounter you are expecting you might not need to get that clean. Again it depends on how your body functions. If you are a reasonably heathy guy who isn't preparing for a gangbang you only need to clean out so many inches of your intestines for a stink free fuck. I have not tried the enema bags so not sure how well those work. I have an enema ball that is small enough to travel and big enough to get the job done. I've had the same one for 20 years. As big a 'ho as I am I still have not managed to wear it out. I recently tried a bidet wand that attached to the toilet and loved it. Worked perfectly for a quick douche and you can do it right over the toilet. It was a little awkward at first but once I got the hang of it was great. Tip No. 4 Start early with your douching routine. Of course this is not always an option but if you have a fuck planned it doesn't hurt to get the ball rolling early on. Even if my fuck is hours away I like to start douching so by the time its showtime I can be confident I am clean. I shoot some water in my hole, evacuate and then go on with my day, doing it again a half hour later and so on. If I plan on going to a fuck party, the bathhouse or a bookstore I might even start the day or night before. Fasting is a great way to have less to flush out. I am a champion at fasting so I can even not eat for a couple days before the event and have a much easier time cleaning out. Of course I hydrate and drink broth while fasting to keep up my energy. Sometimes I do a flush the night before by drinking a few glasses of prune juice. I happen to like the taste of prune juice and it works great for me at moving things along. Tip No. 5 Use lube when douching. You may not need to do this especially if your douching is a quick and easy operation. But if you are having trouble getting clean and have to insert over and over again that could lead to soreness and discomfort. I know it does for me. When I just can not seem to get clean and I am on my umpteenth ball of warm water my hole can get a little tender. As much dick as I have had over the years you would think it would not be so but alas my rosebud is apparently as delicate as the morning dew and lube is an essential component of my douching routine. Well that is all I have. Let men know if I left out anything. I am sure I will have an opinion on it. Lastly I would like to go on a small rant and mention how difficult we bottoms sometimes have it. I have been to 14 different bathhouses throughout the USA and I have to say most of them have shitty (no pun intended) facilities for cleaning out. What a fucking pain it is to have to carry enough bottled water into a stall to clean out properly when there is no dedicated space to douche. Just sayin. Tops are so fucking lucky! I know, boo-hoo.

It was the beginning of summer, when the soft wet ground of spring has dried and [banned word] of all varieties make their way outside to do what they do best. I'm a total cum slut bottom who gets off being used pretty much anywhere as long as there's a low probability of getting caught and hopefully a high probability of being watched. My neighborhood is one of those that the gentrifiers call "in transition." It's a former warehouse district where some of the buildings have been converted to offices, studios, condos and lofts, while others continue to serve their original purpose. I was walking home from work one very warm evening around six when I spotted the neighborhood ice cream truck. The music playing from the speaker on the roof reverberated off the buildings around it, the echo giving the song an almost ethereal sound. A few mothers were walking away from the truck with their kids as I approached, and since it was so warm, I thought, "What the hell?" "Hi," I said to the guy inside as I approached. His back was turned so I couldn't see his face. "What do you have left?" "Lots of everything," he replied, turning around. I didn't notice his face as he did. Even under his apron I could make out a huge bulge that must have been straining his jeans to their breaking point. "What'll you have?" Regaining my composure, I scanned the menu board full of colorful pictures and settled on a bomb pop. As he turned to retrieve it for me, his t-shirt rode up ever so slightly in the back and I caught a quick glimpse of part of a tattoo in the small of his back. He turned back to me, bomb pop in hand. With a smile, he leaned forward to hand it to me and as he did, said, "No charge. I'm closing up now. I have to take the truck back to the warehouse where I store it." "Thanks," I said, surprised at his generosity. There was a look on his face that I couldn't quite read. I studied him perhaps a little too long, and he took notice. "I've seen you before," he said. "You were hosting blindfolded in the motel a couple of blocks from here. I came by and used your hole after work." My hole twitched involuntarily. I had always wondered what it would be like, running into someone I didn't recognize but who recognized me. Part of the fun of taking anonymous loads blindfolded is that you never know if someone you see on the street, or meet at the office, has been in your holes and knows who you are. Intrigued, I leaned on the small counter outside the service window. "Yeah?" I asked. "What did you think?" He grinned. "It was amazing. In fact, I'd love to use it again." "I'm not doing anything now, how about you?" I asked as my cock started stiffening in my pants. I was breathless with anticipation, hoping he would agree. "Hell yeah," he said, still grinning. "Hop in. The warehouse I'm headed to is used to store food trucks. They'll all be out by now, so we can park and have the whole place to ourselves." I didn't need any more urging. I slid open the passenger side door as he folded up the service shelf and closed the awning over the window. Hoping in the driver's seat, he shut off the music and started the engine as I buckled into the passenger seat. Before he put the truck in gear, though, he turned to me. "I want you blindfolded again, is that cool?" I nodded eagerly. "Hell yeah!" The grin returned to his face and he threw the truck in gear and lurched away from the curb. We had driven down the street only a few blocks past my building when he turned left into an alley. A hundred yards down, there was a large metal rolling door in the building on the right. He stopped the truck, hopped out, and walked over to the door. Sliding a key into a box mounted to the wall next to the door, he turned it, and the door began moving with a rattle. He hopped back in the truck, and once the door was open wide enough he drove through. The space inside was cavernous. The roof was about 30 feet high and lined with clerestory windows that brought light to the interior. The warehouse was divided into stalls that resembled cages, with steel posts supporting chicken wire. I assumed that each stall was for a truck, and the wire fencing intended to prevent theft of the trucks or their contents while they were unattended. As he promised, the place was empty. The engine noise of the truck reverberated off the walls, a cacophony of echoes in the empty space. He swung the truck into a stall about halfway down on the left. The back wall was lined with cabinets and freezers; presumably this is where he kept his excess inventory so he could stock the truck each day. Against the cage wall on my side of the truck was a stainless steel table on casters, about five feet long and three feet high. He shut off the engine and we sat for a moment in the sudden silence. Motioning for me to stay in the truck, he hopped out and walked around to my side. Sliding the door open, he reached into the glove box and pulled out a blindfold and a small brown bottle. I also spied a bottle of lube, which he left in its place as he closed the glove box again. Silently he motioned for me to turn my head away from him and I complied; the next moment the blindfold was over my eyes and tied tight behind my head. Next, I detected a familiar scent and realized he had placed the open brown bottle under my right nostril. I held my left closed to get the full effect and inhaled deeply. My head swam and I felt a warm rush of relaxation and lust all at once. He still said nothing, instead unbuckling my seat belt and helping me down from the truck. Once standing outside the truck he silently undressed me, and I heard the soft whisper of my clothes falling to the floor. By this time I had a raging hardon, and wasted no time in freeing it from my boxers. Once I was naked, he guided me away from the truck until I felt cold steel pressing against my thighs. The rolling table. I instinctively understood what he wanted me to do, and so with his help I climbed up onto the table, onto my hands and knees. Then the sounds of a belt being unbuckled and more clothes hitting the floor. The brown bottle made another appearance under each of my nostrils this time, and I inhaled deeply as he held the opposing nostril closed each time. My head was swimming as he pulled me forward so I was laying prostrate on my stomach. The cool steel felt amazing against my rock-hard cock and my nipples. I felt the tip of his cock press against my lips and I opened my mouth to engulf his shaft. He placed his hands behind my head as he expertly guided the entire length of his cock into the back of my throat. It had the taste of sweat and piss that I expected from someone who had been working all day. I swallowed his entire length, which I judged to be about 9 inches. I stuck my tongue out to caress his balls as they touched my chin. I began to drool as he slid that monster in and out of my throat and I suppressed my gag reflex as best I could. Before long, his cock was covered in thick saliva. It's a perfect time for him to fuck me, I thought, but he had other plans. Withdrawing his cock from my throat, I heard him walk away and then one of the freezer door latches clicked, as though he had opened it. I strained to hear what he was doing since I couldn't see. The suspense was killing me. Was he going to feed me ice cream to chill my mouth before he used it some more? Fuck me with a bomb pop? My head swam with possibilities. Finally I heard his soft footsteps returning and a slight 'click'. i couldn't quite place it. It wasn't a lube bottle popping open, that much I knew, more like a plastic cap being unscrewed. Then I felt something small, hard and cold on my ass. An ice cube? That must be it. He slid it back and forth in my ass crack, from my taint almost to my tailbone. I felt the cold on my cheeks and the slight wetness as it began to melt while he teased me. It came to rest against my now extremely hungry hole. And then, I felt a pressure, and the ice cube was inside me! It felt amazing. He pushed the ice deep into my hole, following it with not one but two fingers. It melted quickly, and as it did he slid his fingers in and out, making my hole slick and causing a bit of water to trickle down my taint to my balls. I was in heaven! Unable to see, my imagination displayed images in the dark of what this horny big-dicked guy was doing to my hole. I was settling in, enjoying the stroking, when he removed his fingers and I felt cold against my hole again. Another ice cube! As with the last one, he slid it deep inside me and then stroked his fingers in and out while it melted. He repeated this action three more times. In total he had slid five ice cubes inside me. My hole spasmed around his fingers each time, and in my mind I pictured how wet and sloppy my hole must be by now. That was when the attention on my hole stopped, and I felt the little brown bottle under my nose again. Two hits in each nostril had my head swimming as he placed the tip of that glorious cock back in my mouth. I sucked on it greedily, hungry for the cum inside his balls but desperate to feel it shooting deep inside me. It would be a terrible waste if after all this build-up, he just shot down my throat! But I wasn't to be disappointed. He stepped away again, withdrawing his slickened cock from my throat. His footsteps moved to beside the table, then to the opposite end near my feet. He grabbed my ankles without a word and began pulling, indicating that I was to slide down the table toward him. I complied, and in a moment my feet were on the floor and I was bent over the table. Then he was gone, under the table. I heard two metallic 'clicks' and before I knew what was happening, he had shackled my wrists to the table. In most cases I would have panicked and tried to flee, but I was so turned on, so eager to please this man, that I just went with it. He stood up from under the table and came behind me, and I felt a new and different pressure on my slicked-up hole. This was warm and a little yielding, unlike those hard ice cubes had been. Still silent, he pushed the head of his cock into my ass and without stopping, slid balls-deep until his pubic mound pressed into my ass cheeks. He let out a sigh of satisfaction, then finally he spoke. "Fuck, my cum feels so good inside you." His cum? Then I realized: the ice cubes weren't water, of course, they were frozen loads, chunks of frozen cum that he was now using as lube to fuck my aching ass. It felt amazing and I sank into it as he plunged that massive member in and out of me. He smacked my ass and then grabbed me by the hips. I grabbed the edges of the table to steady myself as his pace increased. I was very glad he had locked the casters on the table, otherwise he'd have fucked me clear across the warehouse! At last, I felt his thick shaft stiffen, and I knew I was about to receive a fresh load from him. His grip on my hips tightened and I felt his body go rigid, and he emitted an animalistic bellow as his cock started jerking inside me, releasing what I could only imagine was a massive load deep in my guts. His grip relaxed, as did the rest of his body, but he left his cock in my ass. I gave a couple of squeezes to milk out any remaining cum, and each time it made him shudder with pleasure. At least, he withdrew. "You made a mess of my cock," he chastised playfully. "Now you have to clean it up." I'm a huge fan of ass-to-mouth so I was excited to hear him say that. His cum dribbled out of my hole as he climbed on the table, leaving me shackled for the moment. He sat in front of me, one leg draped over each of my arms so his shaft was in line with my mouth. As he slid the head past my lips, he pulled off the blindfold. There, in place of his shaved-off pubes, was a biohazard tattoo. I was stunned into momentary paralysis as he continued sliding his shaft into my mouth. He had stealthed me, with not one but six loads! But I was not as horrified by this as I always thought I would be. My cock stiffened as I sucked his cock, the taste of cum and ass and blood - yes, I tasted blood - mixed on my tongue. What had happened? But I could not stop enjoying this beautiful cock. I wanted another load from it, tattoo be damned. And as it hardened in my mouth, I knew I would get one. I worked my head back and forth, up and down his shaft until he let out a softer moan this time and I felt him pump another load down my throat. I gobbled it up lest I accidentally spill any when he pulled out. Finally he was done, and he hopped off the table and unlocked the shackles. My knees almost buckled from the thorough fucking he had given me. He steadied me with his arm, then gathered my clothes and placed them on the table so I could get dressed. "We're cool?" he asked. I nodded, a satisfied smile on my face. "Oh, yeah. I realized after I saw your tattoo that you've fucked me before, so why fight it?" He smiled. "I'm glad. That is one amazing set of holes you have. I'd like to do this on the regular. I even have some friends who would love to join in." The cumdump slut inside me perked up on hearing this. "Absolutely!" I replied. "Especially convenient since you're so close." Now dressed, he walked me to the rolling door, which I realized had remained open this entire time! I couldn't help but wonder, with an inner chuckle, if anyone had heard his great bellow as he knocked me up. I hoped so. I walked back up the alley to the street, then walked the few blocks home, his cum seeping from my abused hole the entire time. I jacked off three times that night, thinking about the poz loads swimming in my guts. And I resolved, there and then, to take as many more as I could from this man before the summer - and ice cream truck season - was over.

Normally no I do not worry, as I typically host the tops and I can tell if they start filming. Though many are respectful and will ask if they can film their cock fucking and breeding me. I always say yes, please don’t get my face. They usually like to get a good pic of their cum leaking from my hole. So there are many vids of cocks fucking and breeding me out there! I ask for a copy and have some good ones. My contribution to culture!!!

Hey guys, thanks for all the kind words. I'm excited about the new job and so far its going well. Here's the next part of this last scene of the story. Thanks for your patience! I'm working on the next part now so I'm hoping it will be up much sooner than however much time passed between the last part and this one. Part 17 Hunter was still trying to bring his heart rate down after exerting all that energy to prevent Tyler from detecting his built up orgasm. He had almost forgotten about his other guests. "What did they say to you?" he asked Chris who was clearly fixated on Tyler even though he was talking to Hunter. Chris snapped back to attention. "What do you mean? I just came over here when we saw them." "Theyre still waiting?" Chris nodded. Hunter rolled himself out of the bed and grabbed his shorts. "Ok. Let's go out there and greet some new friends." As he walked by Chris and out the door, Hunter grabbed the boys hard cock. Chris gasped and took one more look at Tyler who was grabbing his boxers to pull on quickly. Then they both went out to the living room to join Casey. Hunter opened his front door and was not surprised to see Greg and Ryan another friend he hadnt played with in a while. What did surprise him was how much hotter Ryan was than he remembered. He looked fitter and tighter. They were about the same age but Ryan somehow looked like he had gotten younger. These boys were going to love him. "Come in guys. Ryan you look amazing!" "Thanks Hunter--" As he walked into Hunter's home, Ryan noticed the three boys all topless. He lost his train of thought. "Hey boys. I'm Ryan." The boys nodded at him all high and immediately tried to picture him out of his tight sweater and jeans that were revealing the outline of a thick cock. Ryan could feel the energy of being stripped in the minds of these boys and decided to be bolder than usual. He walked to the couches where they sat and kissed each on the lips as an opening hello. Chris who he kissed first was caught off guard but Casey knew what to expect as the last to get kissed. In his expectation he met Ryan's kiss and the older man went even further and turned it into a deep and long kiss. This was the boy no one but Tyler knew so this kiss was enough for everyone watching to know they didnt need to be careful with him. Not that they were going to anyway. Once Ryan pulled away from the kiss he smiled as he looked Casey in the eyes. Without breaking the stare, he spoke to the rest of the room. "Guys, this is gonna be fun." Without hesitation he started to strip. For a second Casey was caught off guard but then he realized they came to this house for fucking not friendship. He stripped his boxers off and revealed his cock still only half hard at best. That didnt stop him from grabbing and stroking it. Soon enough Ryan revealed a massive hard thick cock pointing almost straight up to the ceiling. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked it slowly all while looking at Casey who looked mesmerized by the display in front of him. Hunter came around to Ryan. "Looks like someone likes what he sees," he said as he lit the pipe and put it to Ryans mouth. "I see good things in your future. Positive outlook if you ask me." Chris cringed when he heard that. He knew what was supposed to be funny about that even if Casey didnt. This would probably be his last opportunity to get them out before Casey got pozzed. Ryan had the same tattoo as Hunter and Greg. He did the math in his head and realized the new boy was the only one left. He couldn't keep Tyler from Hunters load. Was there a way he could get Casey to leave before he had the same happen to him? He was caught up in his own thoughts looking at a naked Casey as Ryan blew clouds from the pipe when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He broke his gaze at the scene and looked up as he was pulled into a hug and soft kiss on the lips from Greg. "Hey boy" he said softly. Chris could not remember a single thing he was thinking about just a second ago. This man erased everything. "Hey" Chris replied. Greg's voice got even quieter as he whispered into Chris's ear. "Is this boy next to you who you were talking about the last time?" Chris pulled himself from the hug. "Oh yeah. This is Tyler." Greg pulled the boy up and into a hug. "Hi Tyler. I'm Greg. He ran his hands up and down the boys back and then let one of his hands run down into his boxers squeezing his ass. "Mmm nice boy." Tyler pulled away. "Hi." He didnt mean to be rude. Somehow seeing Greg and Chris in what was clearly an intimate moment sparked some jealousy in Tyler. He just stayed quiet. But Greg didnt seem to notice or care. He just started stripping in front of the boys, grabbing Chris's shoulder for balance as he pulled off his pants. Tyler watched this man who was not as old as Hunter or Ryan and had a beautiful body. He was perfect thought Tyler. He started to wonder if he was more jealous of Greg or Chris. As Greg pulled off his boxer briefs Tyler started to wonder what the fat cock he was staring at now might feel like inside him. Once fully naked, Greg came close to Tyler again, pressing his body against the boy. "Chris said we would like each other." He ground his hard cock against Tyler. "Really? How do you know each other?" Chris was afraid of this question. He didnt want Tyler to be reminded that he had been back alone but he couldnt find anything in his head to replace the truth. "Uuhhh we met the last time I was here." "Oh" Tyler said. Greg was starting to catch on. He wrapped his arms tight around Tyler. "Now we'll get to have fun all three of us." He looked over at Hunter and Ryan who were passing the pipe around with Casey. "Actually all 6 of us. We'll get there. But first I noticed you were looking at my cock. You like what you see?" Tyler was embarrassed by the question. He was coming down from his high and his inhibitions were coming up again. But they werent totally up yet. "Uh yeah I guess." "You guess? You think you wanna feel it...in your mouth?" Tyler looked down at the mans cock as Greg whispered into his ear. "You can lube my cock up with your mouth and get it ready for your hole." Without saying anything, Tyler got on his knees. He licked the shaft and then engulfed the head pulling the first couple inches of Gregs cock into his mouth. Greg grabbed Chris's shoulder again as his head fell back as he moaned. "Nice boys." Hunter was watching and turned Ryan and Caseys attention over to the other three. "How about we move this into the bedroom?" Ryan pulled Casey to his feet as they started moving. "We'll be right there" Greg replied a little out of breath as Tyler took more of his cock into his mouth. "You guys go ahead." Hunter put his arm around Chris as he walked by the group of three. "You wanna come with us or you gonna stick around to watch the show?" Chris wasnt sure. But as he was thinking, he felt Hunters hand shifting down his back and then to his ass. "I guess I can come with you guys." He turned with Hunter to head to the bedroom. Hunter and Greg made eye contact as Chris walked ahead. "I left the pipe on the table there if you boys need it." Greg nodded and was left alone with Tyler.

The only one of those excuses that is reasonable is the fourth one. As a bottom, if you put up an ad saying you’re open to all loads, you can almost guarantee that you’ll get no responses at all for several hours, and then suddenly get two or three all at once, all wanting to use you at the same time. It’s a tricky situation to handle: some guys love the idea of another guy there at the same time, but others don’t, and there may be other constraints at play that mean it’s hard to host two or more guys at once (eg: if you’re in the middle of a good fuck with one guy, are you going to break that off, put on some clothes and go downstairs to answer the door, etc?). So I think it is reasonable to ask if you can put it off till later, annoying though that may be.

I think if a mother and father have some free thinking - maybe walking around the house naked - open for discussions - showing him of his beautiful body - what could feel good - maybe some fucking with his mother - lots of ideas - Life is Sexually HOT - enjoy it ! Remember when my mom divorced my Dad - she told us kids - if we are going to have sex - do it in our house - not in the back seat of a car . She love to party and bringing home black guys having sex in her locked bed room door - I be out side peeking in her bed room window - seeing her Fun !

Between daddys legs just how he loves it

I like Boy Butter

I think this is where so many studios fail, and where some of those that produced limited but great output in the past succeeded: they paired up performers not just based on who was hot at the moment, but on chemistry, and if Top A and Bottom B didn't seem to have that chemistry, you could always swap over to Top C or Bottom D. When porn became an assembly line of cranking out a given number of films per year for a particular performer, it was kind of like the old studio system in Hollywood: you'd work steadily, but you'd produce some pretty awful crap along the way. The difference is that under the studio system, an actor would get the chance to watch other, better actors, and work with multiple directors and makeup people and so forth, and learn his craft to become better at it. With the porn studio system, there wasn't much acting to learn (as was pretty obvious from most of the "acting" you'd find in the films, but I digress), so the film's success had a short-term and a long-term component. Short term, what mattered was whether you were currently "hot" - Jeff Stryker at his peak, or any of the other scores of "stars" that came and went back in the day. Long term, what mattered is how good the sex worked with your partners, and that's not something any amount of "training as you go" can produce from thin air. Mind you, some guys (very few) seem to just always have a connection with whoever they're paired with. Either they're really good at faking it, or they're just really into the whole thing and the result is hot sex.

I decided to pull my jeans on commando and leave my shirt unbuttoned when I got back to our booth. I'm a cum slut and love it, why not advertise with my state of undress. Our waiter arrived with a take out bag bulging with the rest of my clothes and shoes. "You might be interested in these at some point. I know your paramour rules require you to tell your hubby about the two loads you just snuck in the bathroom, but according to my count you've got five more to cover from earlier today. Don't start on those 'til I return with your dessert and coffee." Hubby smiling; "That was quite a show love." Me; "How much did you see?" Hubby ; "The chef was leaving the cubicle fastening his fly when I arrived. I assumed he'd left his deposit. I had a front row seat for the rest. Fuckin hot show my man. Fuckin hot breeding you took." Me: "Damn, I'm such a cum slut! Can't get enough!" Hubby; "And I love that about you. Saw that the first night we met and wouldn't dream of trying to change you. Not in a thousand years. It's such a quirky part of your charm. That said, you owe me stories of the other five loads today. Here's our coffee and dessert. Time to fess up lover." Our waiter served our orders and slipped into the booth beside me. He undid the buttons which were escue on his shirt as well as my jeans. He slipped his hand in to hold my hardening cock. "Okay bud, you've got five more loads to account for. Speak up." Me; "Okay, okay. Fuck that feels good. ... Where did I leave off. Oh yeah, I'd just taken the probably toxic load from the silver fox behind the dumpster." "When I realized I had a spare half hour before hubby would be home and knew I was way too horny to wait I decided to stop by the ABS. I could probably get one more load in." "It was just after work hours so lots of guys were around seeking quick release before heading home. I decided to jettison any pretense of being picky. I moved into a booth and backed my ass up to the glory hole. 'Cum what may!' " "In no time I could feel pressure and a very painful penetration. I reached between my legs to feel the guy was wearing a condom. Imeaditly I pulled off and turned my eager ass to the hole on the other side of the booth." Within two seconds a slim naked cock snaked deep into me. With each fuck movement he made into me I made an equal and opposite push back to the degree the wall would allow. We quickly found a rythm and I thought; 'Fuck, I know why I was given this ass and what it needs when it needs scratching.' The pace increased and his howl of ecstatic release came through the wall as he blasted his workday load into my 'give me whatever' ass." "When he pulled out I thought; 'Okay enough, let's head home.'" "The thought was barely processed when another raw cock was up my fuck juice slippery ass. This was a huge thick black monster. There was no missing it's pressure stretching my hole, pounding past my prostate and attacking my second hole."

Awww thanks man. They are far from perfect but I’m thrilled you’re enjoying them!! That is for the kind words, made my night.

Food for thought. I can only say that from my experiences I have never felt shame or humiliation from being fucked or offering myself up to be fucked. In fact the last time I was bred was in a cottage stall while some other guys stood outside listening to me getting pounded. After we finished and rearranged our clothes he left and I walked out a few seconds later with a huge grin on my face knowing everyone else knew exactly what had just happened. As I drove away I was gigling and was actually buoyant for the rest of the day because it felt so good. This is not to say that shame and humiliation cannot be great tools in the sex itself. I love a controlling Top. I love verbal during a hard fucking especially when a Top calls me slut, or bitch. During sex I want to be owned. Once the sex is over, however, we are on an equal footing. Cliche time: Yes I am a fuckhole to be used; also I'm a person. Fail to see that side of things and you'll never get to experience the other. My pride is quite intact.

Hoping we can get more of this hot story

From a hook-up site, guy contacts me, wants to jerk off on my face! I tell him I'm more than happy to suck his cock for him. Nope, no contact! Weird. So we agree to meet at a local mens room, handicap stall. I go in, text him, strip naked and wait. His phone is playing a specific song to tell me it's him. I unlock the stall and drop to my knees. He steps in, full face mask, drops his sweat pants and his cock is already hard. He starts strokin his better than average cock. Starts this banter calling me Faggot, cocksucker and asking if I want his cum. I don't think he lasted 60 seconds. Started spewing all over my face! I opened my mouth but he was determined to put it on my face! And he came and came, freakin painted my face! Most cum load from 1 cock ever! Pulls his sweat pants up, calls me fag again and is gone! Fucking Awesome! Covered in cum in public like a good faggot!

Part 2 The next morning I woke up and noticed that my brother still hasn’t gotten back home. I hoped into the shower and herd a knock on the door “sorry James I really have to take a piss” I replied “sure you can piss but only after you take mine on your face” within a second he was in the shower with me fully hard. “get on your knees” and he obeyed I let out a nice big Stream of piss all over his face and he opened his mouth and started swallowing! “You like that bud!” “I always wanted to try it” good boy I replied. Now I was fully hard “why don’t you finish the job” and he started to blow me after a few mins I forced my cock as deep as it would go and face fucked him blowing my load down his throat he had no choice but to swallow it. “Darn it that was hot” he said. I was finished in the shower slapped his ass “clean yourself up” and I left. As I got dressed I noticed a pair of dereks underwear On his gym beg I picked them up and took a sniff! They were intoxicating the smell of boy cock and Precum! He must of worn these while playing basketball with my brother. The undies were still a bit damp and I got fully hard again. Derek was done in the shower and now watching me sniff his undies “come in here” I bent him over the dresser and started rimming his hot boy ass. I started licking and biting his ass working my way up his back and biting his neck with my hand I pushed his face back to kiss mine I pushed my tongue deep down his throat! My dick now sliding on his ass cheeks slowly pushing up against his hole “arhhhhh” he let out as I slid the tip of my cock in “condom” he cried! I whisper in his ear but I fucked you bare last night “what!!No how? Are you clean?” I kept him pined down as I slid in deeper “yeah condom broke and I’m poz” I was now fully inside him he did nothing. We herd the front door open as I slid out of his ass he busted his nut all over the dresser picked up his clothes and ran to the washroom. I licked up his cum and put on his undies got ready for work as I was going I noticed my brother now passed out on the couch guess he partied hard.

My friends know I'm mostly a bottom. But, as for my family it's none of their business what I or my husband and our bfs do in bed

11. Medicated / Unmedicated "And you're going to take all of it," the stranger said. He held a bottle of poppers under my nose. I inhaled, letting it fill up my lungs. "That's it. Get you ready for a proper deep-dicking." "Just fuck me," I grunted. His dickhead pushed against my hole. It was impossible for me to resist him. But it didn't matter because I wanted it. He was muscular and masculine, and there was no way I would ever refuse the demands of a man like him. "Please?" "Such a slutty boy," he said. His dick slid into my hole. There was no resistance. "How many men have been up there tonight?" I stared at him, still a bit dazed and dick-hungry. "Can you even remember?" he asked. He was smiling as he pushed another few inches of his fat shaft into my hole. "I..." I started. I tried to count. There was Seth. There was Jon. Or maybe they were swapped. There was Sarge and Shay. There was someone between the two sets, but as I tried to focus, the memory slipped away. "I.." stammered again. "Let's call it a lot of loads," he said. "I'm Colby," he said. "I'd hate for you to have to take another anonymous load." "Kenta." This didn't require any thinking, so it was a lot easier to answer. "I'm glad we met, Kenta," Colby said. "You feel really good." "You do too," I said. I closed my eyes for a moment, focusing on his dick sliding deeper into me. "Please, Colby. Breed me." "Oh, don't worry. I'm going to anoint that hole." His hips pressed against my thighs, announcing that he was at full penetration. "You been partying?" I nodded. Unlike Jesse, he was already starting to drip his precum into me. I loved that he was sharing his fluids with me. It was the way men could bond, and I needed it. "Right on. Makes the night feel really good, doesn't it?" I nodded again, and opened my eyes. He had a pipe and torch, and was already heating the bowl. "I'm just starting," Colby said. "But you're just the kind of boy I like to party with." He put the pipe in his mouth and slowly inhaled. He grunted in pleasure as he methodically drained the bowl. He held the hit, then exhaled a good sized cloud. "That's so fucking nice," he said. He put the stem of the pipe in my mouth. It Was still smoking. "Inhale" he said. I loved how it felt, his cock in my ass, and his drugs in my lungs. I would take anything he gave me. "Good boy," he said, as he took away the pipe. I held the hit as long as I could, before finally exhaling it. I watched him do two more hits in quick succession. "All those cocks, boy. All of them raw?" "Yeah," I said. "But it's ok. I started prep a few days ago." His dick stiffened. "Fuck. That's hot. All those loads up there." Colby was pumping his dick in and out of me, distracted by how good it felt. Then he turned his attention back to me. "Gotta get you ready," he said, and stuffed the smoking pipe back against my lips. "Suck on it," he said. I took another long hit. The crystal felt so good filling my lungs. "Take another hit," Colby said. He held the torch under the bowl and soon it was filled with the thick clouds again. "It feels so good, doesn't it? The drugs." He looked around. "The men," he continued. "And the sex." I just nodded, inhaling from the pipe. My head was spinning again, but I didn't care. I loved what he was saying. "Hold it," he said. "Make me proud." He took a long drag from the pipe. "Mmmmmmm," he grunted as he exhaled. He smiled, and I exhaled as well. "Please," I grunted. I was so horny. I reached down, but my cock was stubbornly soft. Still, it felt good to play with it. "Fuck me." "Of course," he said, and pushed his dick deep into me. He kept on fucking me for a few minutes. The hits of crystal I had done were coursing through my blood, and this entire night felt perfect. "Ahh, you have a friend," Colby said. I opened my eyes. James was standing next to us, holding two glasses a quarter full of orange juice. "For you, per the doctor's orders," he said, handing me one of the glasses. "And for you," he continued, handing the other glass to Colby. "Because I know what you like." Colby smiled, and took the glass. "How much?" he asked. "Enough," James said. Colby turned to me. "Cheers," he said, and we clinked the glasses. He downed in one gulp. I tried to do the same, but the bitter chemical taste was barely masked by the juice. Still, I swallowed it all. "I can take those," James said. His cock was thick and hard. I wondered what it felt like. "Take this first," Colby said, and handed him the pipe. "Looks like you could use some." James didn't say a word. He took the pipe, stuck it in his mouth, and carefully heated the bowl. Colby continued to slowly fuck me, dripping his pre-cum into me, but we were both watching James do his hit. As he exhaled, Colby spoke. "Another. And shot gun it to Kenta here." On the second one, James took his time, making sure it filled his lungs. I exhaled, and he leaned in, pressing his lips against mine. They were warm and soft, and his hairy chest brushed against my smooth skin. He exhaled, then kissed me for a long time. Finally, he broke off. I exhaled the hit, and as the dense cloud hid us, he leaned in, and whispered in my ear. "I'm sorry. I'll see you on the other side." I tried to make sense of what he said, but he stood up, took my glass and then Colby's, and disappeared back in the dark, sweaty blackness of the orgy. Colby was already doing another hit. This time, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. His lips were soft in contrast with his coarse beard. Just like James, his hairy chest pressed up against my smooth one, reminding me what a man he was. We made out, as his cock pressed deeper into me. "Looks like you're getting properly medicated tonight," he said. I nodded. "Yeah. I don't really do much drugs," I said. "But you said you were on prep?" he asked. "Well. Yeah," I said. Prep wasn't a drug. It seemed different. The crystal I was smoking with all naked men was the opposite of the prep I was taking. Same with the GHB that James was always handing me. It was there for pleasure, not for my health. "But you know. Prep is different." "You're going to learn a lot about drugs tonight," he said. "Jon and JP's parties always have lots of great drugs." His cock was throbbing in my hole. There was a steady drip of pre-cum into my hole. "When did you start on prep?" "A few days ago," I said. "Really?" Colby raised his eyebrows and smiled. "When?" "Wednesday," I said. It seemed like a lifetime ago, when I took that first blue pill, but it was just three days ago. A lot had changed since then, and much of it had been concentrated in the last few hours. "What about you?" I asked. "Oh. I'm not on Prep. I'm already poz." "I mean, how long have you been poz?" "About five years now." I ran my eyes over his body. He looked fit and healthy. I couldn't tell that he had a deadly disease. "You look good," I said. "The meds must be good, huh?" "Yeah," Colby said. "This stuff is amazing. You want some more?" He raised the pipe and started to heat up the bowl. "Of course you do," he said, before he stuck the stem in his mouth and inhaled slowly. "Please," I moaned. His cock was now deep inside me. My dick was throbbing, although when I reached down to play with it, it was still soft. It was such a turn on when Colby told me to do more drugs. "I meant the HIV drugs." Colby nodded, then stuck the pipe in my mouth. "Inhale," he said, as he exhaled his hit in my face. "I'm not on HIV drugs," he said. I gulped. Colby was poz and he wasn't on any drugs. "But. You're poz," I said. A thick cloud of crystal drifted from my mouth. "But not on..." "Yeah," Colby said. He pulled his dick almost all the way out of me. "I'm poz," he continued. "Poz and proud." He slid his dick all the way into me. "And this feels great. Doesn't it?" I nod. I was terrified, but also turned on. Colby's cock felt so perfect inside of me. It wouldn't feel this good if I made him wear a condom. "But. But the virus?" "Yeah. It's always a risk," Colby said. I wanted to tell him to stop. I knew I should tell him to stop. This was dangerous. Yeah, I was on Prep. But Prep was for sex with undetectable guys. "Maybe," I started. But I forgot what I was supposed to say. It was important. But so was Colby's cock. "Maybe?" Colby asked. "I'm pretty harmless," he said. "Just a big cock." He was deep inside me. It was easy to tell he was unprotected; he felt so good inside me. He was also un-medicated, and as I focused on his dick, I felt an unfamiliar burn. "Feel that? That heat? That's my virus." "So warm," I moaned. It wasn't too hot, nor did it burn. It was a slow, gentle warmth. "Feels good." "Yeah. But you gotta be careful. Some guys. They've got a prep-resistant strain." "I'm on prep," I said. The tina was swirling in my skull and I was fantasizing about poz guys fucking me. It was dirty and sleazy, and just a fantasy. Not that it mattered. My doctor told me that Prep meant I didn't have to worry. "I know," he said. He had leaned in, and was pressing his hairy, sweaty chest against me. "You're not scared, are you?" "Prep. It means I don't have to worry," I said. "No," he said. "You don't have to worry. At least with my poz cock." I shivered when he said poz cock. He had it buried deep in my ass, and there was nothing protecting me from his constant drip-drip-drip of pre-cum. It was intensely hot and arousing. "The guys here," he started. "Yeah?" "Almost all of us are poz. Some are even full-blown." "Full-blown?" I asked. "Full-blown with AIDS," Colby said. "You still want to be careful about getting bred with AIDS cum. And the resistant stuff." AIDS. That was what I was really afraid of. I had seen the pictures of the gaunt men, cut down in the prime of their life. The mention was shocking, and helped to sober me up. "But it's easy to tell, right?" I asked, surprisingly coherent. "I'm always surprised," he said. "It's just best to ask. And remember to take your drugs." The pipe and torch appeared again, and he did a hit. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. As always, he blew a relentless, thick cloud. I shouldn't have done any more drugs. I was already too high to make any decision, much less a good decision. Yet once more, my body had other plans. "Please," I moaned. "Give me another one." I felt so good from the drugs. I wanted Colby to give me more. There was something very hot and right about a man like him forcing me to take drugs as they were fucking me. "And give me your poz load." "Nasty slut boy," Colby whispered in my ear. "I'm going to give you everything you dreamt of. And more." He stuck the pipe in my mouth, and pushed his dick into my ass. I just inhaled; there was nothing else I could do. "That's it. Let yourself get used to it. How good the drugs feel. How good a poz cock feels." "How good you feel. How good bareback feels," I mumbled, slowly exhaling the hit. "Focus on the pleasure," he said. "Pleasure," I repeated. "Pleasure," he said. "Absolute, utter pleasure." We continued to fuck. His cock was sliding in and out of me, lubricated by his pre-cum and the sperm of all the other men. "Just pleasure." I reached down and grabbed my cock. It was still soft, even though I had never been quite so aroused. "Here," he said, and grabbed my hands. He put them on his chest. His skin was warm, almost hot, and was stretched over firm muscles. There was a thick coating of hair, but it was wet with accumulated sweat from our sexual work-out. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his erect nipples, before I moved down over his stomach. He was a man, so there was a slight gut. But there was no part of him that was soft, and he had a powerful core. I also took a long look at his tattoos. "Pentagram?" I asked, studying the black pentagon shape on his stomach. "It's for a fraternity I'm in." "Like college." "No. More than that. I'm sure you'll find out," he said. He was smiling. "And you'll love it." He leaned in and kissed me. "Now," he said between kisses. "Let's get you bred." "Please," I moaned. He felt so damn good, and I was getting hungry. There was no reason to delay anything. "Make me feel good." "That's right," he said. "Pleasure above all else." "Pleasure," I said. He thrust his cock into me. "Pleasure," said a new voice. The new man had climbed onto the sofa, and was right by my head. I looked up, seeing his hairy, muscular body. He had a gymnast's build, muscular, but dense and compact. He also had a thick, heavy cock. It was hanging down, fat and wide, but not yet hard. "Absolute, fucking pleasure," Colby said. "Pleasure," he moaned again as his cock slid all the way into me. "Giving pleasure." He pulled his cock out, then slammed it back into me. I gasped. "Taking pleasure." "Just pleasure," the stranger said. He let his dick brush against my lips. It was warm, and there was a bit of pre-cum at the tip. I tried to lick it, but he pulled it away. The salty-sweaty smell lingered though, reminding me how hungry I was. "Give it to him," the stranger said to Colby. "You want my poz cum?" Colby asked me. "Make you feel good. Give me pleasure." I nodded. The stranger had brushed his dick against my lips again. I tried to lick it again; I wanted everything inside of me. But he pulled away first. "Pleasure," I said. It was a hot, horned-up evening. Pleasure was the only priority. "Please," I said. "Oh fuck," Colby moaned, and slammed his cock into me. "So fucking close," he grunted, and pounded my ass relentlessly. I gasped, a combination of pain and pleasure. But before I could mutter even a grunt, the stranger finally relented and lowered his dickhead into my mouth. I was momentarily distracted by the stranger's musky head, and I started to lick it clean. I could taste pre-cum and sweat and piss and lube, all the necessary ingredients of a modern sex pig. I gulped down on his dickhead and shaft. "FUUUCK," Colby grunted, and I was jerked back to my immediate reality. The older man had rammed his raw cock back into my ass. Although he had been fucking me for quite a while, the most recent thrust had set off all my pain receptors. I was acutely aware that he was only the latest in a line of men to have used my hole, and it was now quite sore. "Your hole got so hot," he moaned. "I want to breed it." "Pleasure," the stranger said to Colby. "Get it." The stranger's dick was starting to grow in my mouth. His shaft was starting to press against the back of my mouth; much more and I would gag. Between his relentless mouth-fuck and Colby's agonizing pounding, it was hard to imagine what pleasure meant. "FUUUUCK," Colby grunted again. "I'm CUUUUUMING," he moaned. I could hear the men in the darkness slow slightly, listening to Colby get off in my ass. His dick throbbed, and a thick fluid coated my guts. At first, the semen soothed the painful burning sensation in my asshole. But then, Colby pulled partway out, and let his dick inject me with another few cc's of his cum. The second spurt was pure fire. It was as if Colby was filling me with molten lead, and each move of his dick made my ass burn even more. I didn't know how I was going to withstand it. "Pleasure," the stranger said, watching me squirm. There was no escaping being fucked. Colby's shaft slid back into me, and deposited another jet of white-hot sperm. "Take it," Colby grunted. "Take my poz cum. TAKE IT." "Oh god," I yelped. Colby gave me another dose of his high viral load sperm. My ass was now coated with his semen. I thought it was going to make his thrusts easier to endure, but every stroke burnt. "Oh God," repeated, whimpering each time Colby's dick spurted more semen into me. "TAKE IT," Colby grunted. On my back, legs in the air, it was impossible for me to resist. I had to take his sperm. "Take that dirty poz seed." Above me, the stranger dripped a bit more pre-cum into my mouth. I was glad that I was sucking him off; my hole was burning and it would be hard to get fucked immediately after Colby. "I know you love it," the stranger said. "Just focus on the pleasure." "Fucking PLEASURE," Colby said, repeating the stranger's mantra. His dick throbbed once more, and the burning in my hole only got worse. "Pleasure," he said. "Filled you up there." "Full of poz sperm, huh?" the stranger asked. I nodded as best I could with his dickhead still in my mouth. "Almost dripping out," Colby agreed. "Be a good boy," he said to me. "Hold it in as I pull out." I clenched my ass. It had been a few hours since Seth had first pressed into me, and my muscles were reaching exhaustion. But I was still able to tighten up enough to keep Colby's precious load in my hole. "Here's hoping you get fertilized," he said.

The problem is: Covid is not a bathhouse-specific issue. The same interactions that spread Covid in a bathhouse are present at underground BB parties and in individual hook-ups arranged on Grindr or BBRT. Obviously, the more interactions you have, and the more people present at each, exponentially increases the risk, but fucking some guy you pick up off Grindr because you can't do without sex can spread Covid just as readily. And once it's passed on, you're likely to spread it further (because anyone who can't keep his dick/ass to himself in a pandemic is probably not going to otherwise socially isolate himself). I'm so sick and tired of selfish shits telling me how much they NEED NEED NEED sex, as though they're literally going to die if they don't get dick this week - when people are literally dying already because someone like them couldn't stop himself from getting dick, got Covid, and spread it to a store employee or someone else they came in contact with.

I believe cats grab their pussy mate by the nape of their neck.....pretty hot

This past fall I extended the rule against promoting harm to a real person to cover harm to the community and applied it to political discussions where people were expressing support and encouraging others to vote for political candidates that had a track record of harming our community. That policy of not allowing things that harm our community is being expanded in some rather significant ways. Specifically… ➤ Certain types of AIDS Fetish are being BANNED What is still allowed is expressing that you find "AIDSy" looking guys hot. Saying you think they're hot harms no one, and after everything those guys have gone through, it probably helps them to know people still find them sexually attractive. What is being banned is encouraging other people to progress to stay off meds so long that they progress to AIDS. I know many of you didn't live through the AIDS epidemic, but it was truly horrible. I cared for my lover as he died of AIDS. I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone - even the experience of being a caregiver was pretty horrible. There is a huge difference between being HIV positive and having AIDS. You can live a reasonably healthy life and have a completely normal life expectancy being poz. But the same is not true once you progress to AIDS. Once you progress to AIDS your life expectancy goes down and your quality of life can completely plummet. In case you don't know, an HIV positive person is considered to have AIDS if they get one of a number of opportunistic infections, or when their CD4 ("t-cell") count drops to 200 (or sometimes 250 - depending on the standard used). Doctors will want you to do on meds before you CD4 drops below 500. But then there's a gray area between ~350 and 500 which is also relatively safe, though you do up your risk of complications slightly. This ban also applies to encouraging people to become highly drug resistant. Since that's another clear path to AIDS. Simply put, wanting to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant is a form of self harm that's borderline suicidal. Encouraging someone to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant borders on encouraging them to kill themselves. It's not OK. ➤ HIV Fetish, Bug Chasing & Gift Giving are still very much ALLOWED As I mentioned there's a huge difference between being poz and having AIDS. So I have no problem with guys who want to become poz. Simply put, it's right for some guys. I also have no problem with gift giving. Thanks to PrEP, gift givers can't harm guys who don't want to be harmed. And most guys have at least two years before their CD4 drops below 500, so there is a period of time when they can be a gift giver without risking their own health. But be careful… do not use the word AIDS when you mean HIV or poz. "I wanna give you HIV" or "I wanna poz you" are both fine. "I wanna give you AIDS" is not OK. Fetishizing poz or toxic loads is fine. Fetishing AIDS loads is not OK. Learn to say what you mean. Words matter! ➤ STI Fetish is BANNED Fetishizing STIs other than HIV is also banned. STIs are a fact of life if you bareback, but we want to keep them to a bare minimum since they're a literal pain in the butt (or dick). Sex is supposed to be fun, but when guys stop going to bathhouses and the sex parties because they keep getting STIs when they go – that harms our "sexual ecosystem". Big crowds at bathhouses and sex parties helps everyone. It's more fun for us, and more profitable for the bathhouses and sex clubs. ➤ These bans apply to fiction as well as real life situations Fantasizing about things often turns into real-life behavior, so the bans apply to fictional stories as well. ➤ Generally, things that do significant harm to the community are BANNED Basically I'm banning anything that causes permanent, significant harm to individuals or significant harm to the community as a whole. That said, there's a lot of gray area. In the gray area if it's harm to a real person it will be more likely to trigger an infraction. So for example - a bottom is getting spit roasted and the top fucking him slips him a booty bump without him knowing. Since drugs wear off after a few hours, that's not permanent harm. In a fictional story that would be allowed provided the story doesn't progress to him becoming a drug addict (which would be significant harm). But encouraging someone to do that to a real person - that wouldn't be allowed. Or another example - castration. If a bottom is considering castration and you encourage them to go through with it - it all depends on how you encourage them. If you encourage them to take months to fully think it through, and then find a qualified doctor to do the procedure - that would be fine. If you encourage them to take a less careful course of action - that would be a problem and would get an infraction. ➤ The stories of victims are still very much allowed Victims are always allowed to tell their stories provided they state the abuse factually and don't overly fetishize the abuse. They can even say that since the abuse they've gotten turned on by it and seek it out. Though there is the risk of that going too far into fetishizing the behavior. So tread carefully there. Why I'm implementing the new policy Recently here and on Twitter I've been seeing a lot of AIDS and STI fetish and I've found it deeply disturbing. Simply put, it's a level of harmful that I haven't seen before. The bug chasing back in the late 90s (post ARVs) and early 00s would have violated these new policies, but it was different back then. There was this immense fear of becoming poz combined with the realization that sooner or later bottoms especially would probably become poz. So bug chasing "got it over with". From that point of view the improvement to the person's mental health probably balanced out the risk to their physical health. And with the advent of PrEP it's a huge step for some guys to come to the realization that they want to be poz, then choose to go off PrEP, and then actually get pozzed. To put it in simple terms it seems to be a tribal thing for many of them. Belonging to a tribe can have an upside, and that process doesn't harm anyone else. But AIDS fetish and STI fetish cause significant harm with zero upside. They're pure harm. I don't want this site to be the catalyst for that type of behavior. Implementation of the new policy For the next week if you violate the new policy you'll just get a warning. After that there will be an infraction. If you see old posts that violate the new rules, please report them and a moderator will do one of three things: 1) edit them so they comply, 2) add a note that posts like that are no longer allowed, or 3) hide the post or thread if the violation is serious enough and not easily remedied via editing. Confused? If you're confused as to whether something is allowed under the new policy, I constructed a series of questions that you go through to figure out if it's banned or allowed… https://breeding.zone/topic/64867-read-this-significant-change-in-rules-effective-31/?do=findComment&comment=683626

Everyone in florida fucks raw. I wasnt on meds for hiv at all for months, and freely dumped loads into bottoms at hanks, barcodes, club orlando. Hell in October and november of last year I fucked every ass I saw at all 3 places when my vl was super high It's insane how many of these college gays will just bend over and let me seed their ass no questions asked. Only reason I stopped is I found a top to own me

The guy was obviously drunk. He bumped into me at the bar then started a somewhat slurred conversation about how bars were not as fun as they used to be. I agreed. Then he asked me if he could fuck me in the back of the bar. Without hesitation I said, “Sure”. His head snapped up in surprise. He was at least 20 years older than me and not particularly attractive. He probably got refused constantly. I was not only horny but curious. I always wonder what kind of dick a man has, how thick, what does it taste like, is he heavy shooter? You never know and I have endured a lot of bullshit from men just to find out what their cocks feel like. Plus he had been drinking Greyhounds and I was enjoying the smell of his fruity breath. I downed my drink and then removing his from his hand finished that also. I wanted him to be able to get it up. Grabbing his arm I pulled him into the dark of the back room. He laughed and pulled me close pushing his grapefruit flavored tongue into my mouth. We slobbered and humped each other, me trying to detect signs of life at his crotch. I was not interested in wasting my time with a limp dicked drunk. His body was firm and strong. I tried resisting when he ordered me to suck his cock and pushed me down on my knees. Okay I did not resist that hard, just trying to find out how drunk he was. I yanked his zipper down, no underwear, and helped myself to his meat: a couple inches of flaccid dick. Hmm. Not to despair, some guys can really surprise you. I went to work. It was a long haul made endurable when I glanced a couple guys watching the action. One only sipped a beer but the other had his cock out and was slowly beating off. I discovered my man really responded to having his nuts pulled and sucked. After that his dick was hard in no time. It was a respectable piece, uncut and leaky with delicious pre-cum. I was about to offer up my hole when he pre-empted my thought by ordering me to, “Get up and show me your faggot ass.” I promptly stood and dropped trou. I was already lubed. He quickly pushed his cock into me and we both sighed with pleasure. “You like my raw cock in your guts,” he questioned me, grabbing my hips and pulling me hard onto his rampant cock. “You know I do,” I groaned. “Fuck me.” I ordered. The masterbater edged closer. He had a glazed look in his eye and I wondered which one of us he envied. I motioned him closer. He moved cautiously and I kept waving him closer until his cockhead bumped my forehead leaving a snail trail of pre-cum. I thought he might retreat when I turned my head to take him into my mouth but instead he surged forward impaling me on his meat. Taking my head in both head he face fucked me timing it so I could catch a breath once in a while. The guy in my ass was a talker. With a lot of 'fuck yeahs' and stuff like 'eat that cock' he encouraged me to take it and the other to give it. I was in cockhound heaven. The guy in my mouth was obviously getting close. He begged the guy in my ass to trade places with him so he could dump his load in my hole. I was eager for that and happily my fucker quickly relinquished my ass saying “Breed the bitch”. My holes were soon refilled. The fucking was manic and filled with the sounds of his moans and our balls slapping together. He came with a rumbly sort of moan, his body shaking hard and his cock pulsing out squirt after squirt of his sperm. “Oh god that is so fucking hot,” the guy in my mouth intoned. The fuckers cock went limp fast and my original fucker moved to fuck me again but he was pushed aside by the guy was had until now only watched the scene. “I gotta fuck that seeded hole,” he growled pushing down his jeans. His cock was rock hard and sprang out of its confinement like something alive. He was a dark bearded man with steely unreadable eyes. Without another word his sank his cock into my well used hole and I clenched my ass in pain. He was thick and I was not prepared for his girth. He ignored my yelp and preceded to fuck the holy hell out of me. My drunk was apparently delighted with the situation. He ordered me to suck his balls and went on to cheer my latest fucker on. He wanted my hole good and wet with loads. At this point I was so turned on I knew if I touched my dick I would shoot so I confined my actions to my nuts, pulling and massaging them as surrogates to my meat. My fucker was slamming me so hard it was difficult to maintain my balance much less suck balls without accidentally scraping teeth so drunk guy replaced his nuts with his cock. My nose was pressed into his pubes and he held me by the shoulders to steady me so I could take the hard driving fuck the other guy was delivering. Luckily I can hold my breath for a very long time. I enjoyed the feel of is hard cock filling my throat and the lack of oxygen sent me into a light euphoria. I was nothing but a receptacle for cock and loads. I was about to get my second load for the night. With a gargantuan lunge and a grip I was sure would leave bruises the man shot his load. He continued to pound me hard and he swore like a sailor, a series of swear words without any real content or meaning. And then just like that he was gone, pulled out and walked away, tucking himself back in and strolled out of the bar. “That was so fucking hot,” the drunk said as he guided his cock back into my hole. “Oh shit, you are so hot and slick and hot, so hot.” Still drunk I thought. He fucked me leisurely recounting the two breedings he had witnessed. “I think I am I love with you,” he said and giggled. “Fucking cumdump whore faggot cumhole. Jesus Christ I want to see the whole bar fuck your slut hole.” Yes, yes, yes,” I agreed. He did not last much longer dumping his load into me with a long drawn out sigh and rather tender thrusts. “God damn that was the best fuck ever.” I was busy shooting my load onto the filthy floor. I couldn't completely agree but it was a fine little gangbang and I was supremely happy. I turned to tongue lube and cum off the guys half hard cock. When I stood he gazed at me with a happy satisfied smile. I went to tuck his business back in his pants but he stopped me saying to leave it out he had to piss. With a lingering kiss he pulled away and staggered to the bathroom. I pulled up my pants and went back to the bar for another beer and hopefully more cock. My hole was warmed up and loaded and ready for any hard-on that looked my way.

I stopped using condoms when I was 20 and got in a relationship then he fucked me raw only. I cheated on him a lot initially with condoms but one day this arab guy was fucking me and stealthed me then came inside, I was hooked since that day I cheated bareback with as many guys as I could and then would take my loaded ass home, when the partner fucked my hole he would always comment on me being so horny for him because he could feel it was extra wet.... He loved to fuck my pussy like that but had no idea there was any anon cum in there the whole time lol. Being the only one who knew there were multiple loads in my ass made me super hungry so when he pulled out I'd always give him the hungriest ass to mouth BJ and suck all that spunk until his dick was sparkling.

I was in my late 20s or early 30s in the 1980s. At the time the Adonis Theater in NYC was still open. I used to go there virtually every weekend to suck dick. Sat in a stall and sucked all comers. One night I was sucking a daddy dick. At one point he asked me if I wanted his piss. I told him no and kept sucking. And thinking about his piss. After a few minutes I told him very faintly that I wanted his piss. He made me repeat it several times louder. Can I have your piss please, SIR! And then he pissed down my throat. Loved it! Been drinking piss for nearly 40 years. Still love it!!!

I am a top and I love sucking dicks, especially big ones. I like making a smooth transition from dick to balls, and all the way down to the target hole.

I’ve always had pretty good control of my gag reflex and loved deep throating - need a bit of practice now. But all the guys I’ve been with have been too gentle, stopping if I gag, checking I’m ok. I want one hand on the back of my head and one around my throat, fingers on the back of my neck holding me tight, thumb applying pressure at the front if I resist too much. If I gag, I want the guy to fuck my throat harder, if I puke, fuck harder, if I try to push him away, I want him to fill my throat and stay there until I panic from lack of oxygen...... and then still just stay there! Choke me out of consciousness..... power fuck my throat while I’m out or shove a hand up my arse. When I wake up, I want to feel how I’ve been brutally used.... fuck! This thread made me so hard!

I grabbed the lube from the locker and closed the drawer up again, I could see Dean watch me as I applied the lube to his stunning hole then all over my cock, no words were said between us. I wasn't using the condoms and if he wanted my cock he knew that was part of the deal. I was ready to fuck his 18 yr old sweet hairless hole, I moved forward and he positioned himself just right as without any effort took my cock in one go... I slid right up his boy hole and started the move like this was meant to be. We were doing what came natural to two men who clearly found each other sexually attractive. I picked up the pace, all this time each of us just moaned in pleasure to one another, no words were been spoken. I fucked him solidly for 20 mins, he stroked his cock and then yelled out "I'm gonna cum babe, please breed my cunt" That was all I needed as I felt the cum churn in my balls and rise up..... I blew my load deep up his hole and let out a roar as I did... Dean at the same time then blasted his hot 18 yr old cum all over his chest, chin and face. My cum kept streaming up his hole like it belonged there and finally we both collapsed into each others arms. We were both panting and the smell of cum and man to man sex filled the room as I rolled over and lay in the bed next to him. That was the first of many nights to come... We love each other

A few hours pass by and the party is in full swing. There's 17 and 18 yr old boys and girls enjoying themselves all around the house, we had kept the party to the living room and the kitchen and the patio area outside and there was a few other parents acting as chaperone around the place too. All was going very well and everyone was having a really good time. The music was playing some of the hits of the day and there was a makeshift dance floor and dance competition going on with some of the lads and girls, all good clean fun. A few of those kids that were eligible were enjoying a beers and wines and the adults mingled with each other sipping their beverages too. I went back into the kitchen from outside to top up and get myself another bottle of beer, I came up to my BF in the kitchen and he wasn't in the best of form; he told me that he had just been called to work - he's in the medical profession like myself and was off the drink as he knew there was a possibility of a callout - I was off callout rotation so was enjoying the beer flowing. We checked with a few colleagues to see could anyone cover but between us there wasn't an option, he had to go in. I told him not to worry, go explain to the kids and I'd lock up the house afterwards, he said that his daughters were going to go home with their mother shortly but Dean would stay in the house himself if I wanted to go home to my own place but would be welcome to stay even though he wasn't going to be here. 2 hours later the party was dying down, most people had left and there was just a group of lads hanging out around the fire pit outside on the patio area. I was tidying up the living room, collecting glasses and what not when I found myself chatting to Kyle, one of Deans friends. Kyle was 19, had probably more than one to many beers and was in great form, just rambling while he sat on the couch watching me clean up around him. Kyle was also on the swim team with Dean, we talking about the coaches concerns and that Dean had not taken his talk earlier that day well. I said that Dean and his Dad had talked and they'd get through it. Kyle made a remark, through his drunken conversation, saying if Dean concentrated on his pool regime as much as he did trying to have sex he'd be on the Olympic team already. I said thats a conversation that Dean and his dad had to have and I wasn't getting involved. Kyle gave me a comment back "well you should because you're part of that conversation even if you don't realise it" I was taken aback, asked Kyle what he meant by that and he just got up, walked over to me, grabbed my cock and balls through my pants and said "Dean wants them more than the Olympics" and walked out of the room. I was stunned and standing there with a rubbish bag in my hand I froze at what I had just heard; with that I heard the last group of people leave the house and I went out to say my goodbyes and watch them get into taxis and head away. I went back out to the patio area and there was nobody left, I assumed Dean had already passed out from the beers and gone to bed so I started to lock up, I powered down the fire pit, switched off all the outside lights and looked at my watch, it was coming up to 3am. There really wasn't any point in me trying to get a cab to go home so I decided I'd stay in my BF's house, this was the first time I did this without him being there. I did the last of the tidying up and started to walk upstairs and as I reached the top I heard what sounded like moaning sounds coming from Deans bedroom. I had assuming he was gone to sleep, the door wasn't closed so I gently pushed it in and there I saw a man standing at Deans bed with his pants down around his ankles, a large hairy ass with two hands around it and Dean sucking him off like a pro! I froze, didn't know where to look or what to do. My shock was interrupted by the sounds of this man letting out a growl which I knew was a sign of relief that we all have when we blow our loads. I stood back out into the hall and I could hear the sounds of a pants being pulled up and a zip and belt being tightened again. I needed to move away from the door so I headed back down the stairs and then turned around to pretend I was walking back up without knowing what had just happened.

Part 5 I woke up, groggy, having no idea how long I was out. I could see Billy still passed out on his dirty mattress, laying face down, his smooth, white bubble butt reaching into the air. His legs were parted, and I could see his pink asshole, it looked normal after the brutal rape it had endured. I realized I've never seen his anus before, but then why would I have? I've seen him naked my whole life, was the first person to see when he sprouted pubic hair, even knew what his cock looked like shooting cum. After all, we were normal teenage boys who would get tittie mags and jerk off together during sleepovers, ( which was constant). But I've never seen his butthole, or thought about it. Now, seeing it for the first time, I was finding myself oddly mesmerized by it, it's pinkness, it's hairlessness, so unlike my own very hairy hole, and found my dick stirring. Fuck! What was happening to me? I pushed his ass out of my mind and crawled to the water dick, stroking and sucking to quench my thirst. I could hear Billy stir from his sleep. "Randy." He whispered. "What buddy?" "Just making sure you're still here." "I won't leave you buddy. I promise." I heard a door open as several men, including our captor entered. As they approached our cells, I could see they all held tasers. "All right 40 and 41. We're going to open your cells, don't try anything stupid. We can do far worse than taser you bitches!" Said our captor. They guided us to the corner where there were a couple of shower heads. Cold water was turned on and we grabbed bars of soap, washing quickly to get it over with. We were then led to the private rooms area. We were ushered into a room where and elderly couple of men waited for us. They looked like skeletons with their sunken eyes and frail bodies. I was repulsed. The men who brought us in made us sit down as they pulled out some needles. They grabbed Billy's arm first, and he fought them. He quit fighting however as a cattle prod was applied to his genitals. He jumped and screamed which made all the men laugh. He started to cry as he reluctantly allowed the men to stick his arm, causing him to cough as his eyes rolled back. Then they did the same with me. Next they stretched rubber cock rings around our privates and quickly injected us both with shots into our dicks. The drugs had a quick effect on both of us, as our cocks got rock hard. I was feeling horny as fuck and prayed they didn't expect us to fuck the skeleton twins. All the men but one left, and he was a big muscle brute. He told us, " These men have paid a lot of money for tonight. Do what your told!" The old men leared at us as one of the skeletons told Billy to lay on the floor. "We want to watch your friend fuck you, Blondie." He said. "No way!" Cried Billy right before the muscle brute clocked him upside his head, dropping him. I instinctively lunged for Billy to try and protect him, but was too slow. Billy crumpled grabbing his head. "Billy." I whispered, crouching next to him, "Don't make it worse. Do what they say!" He looked at me with tears in his eyes. I just grabbed him and kissed him lightly, which pleased the old men. I moved between his legs, spreading them apart, and placed my throbbing cock at his back door. Billy shivered as tears ran down his cheeks. I leaned into his ear and whispered, "I'm sorry budddy. I love you." With that I plunged my cock into my best friend, hard, bottoming out in one mighty thrust. Billy howled in pain, but I knew better than to stop. I knew they wanted us to hurt, and as bad as I felt for Billy, I couldn't stop. Or rather, I didn't want to stop. I've never felt a pussy as sweet as my best friends ass. I became a wildman, pounding my buddy as hard as I could. Billy yelled his discomfort for a bit before his screams turned to moans and he was soon using his ass to stroke my cock as I raped him. We started kissing furiously as I pounded him, somehow both of us knowing this was the only comfort we would find together. I got lost in my buddy, enjoying him in a way I never thought i would. I broke our kiss as I reared back my head and pumped a big load into his sweet bubble butt. Reluctantly I finally pulled out, my cock filthy with Billy's shit and blood and my cum. "Clean his cock off blondie." Ordered one of the skeletons. I started to put my dirty cock in Billy's mouth, but that was too much for him, and he resisted. A quick jolt from the cattle prod and Billy opened wide as I put my still hard cock in his mouth. Billy wretched as he sucked the filth off my dick. When he finished, I was bent over a couch, and Billy was lined up behind me. Without being told, Billy rammed his fat cock into me with one hard jam. I screamed as my own poor abused ass was now on the receiving end. Billy showed me no mercy or tenderness as he took his frustrations out on me. He pounded me hard, over and over. Soon the pain turn pleasurable and I was moaning for more. "Fuck me Billy." I said without even realizing it. " FUCK ME!" I cried as the old men cheered Billy on. Billy grabbed my shoulders and jackhammered me as hard as he could before finally letting out a tribal scream and unloading in my ass. When he finally pulled out, I instantly moved to clean off his cock. To my surprise, as I opened my mouth, Billy grabbed the back of my head, ramming his 9 inches right down my throat. I gagged and puked a little as my own shit was forced down my throat, but soon his cock was clean. The old men slowly clapped as they stood up, removing their robes to reveal their emaciated frames and throbbing hard cocks. One grabbed Billy, the other grabbed me, forcing us side by side on the couch. The old men mounted us from behind and drove their nasty old man cocks into us. Billy instinctively grabbed my hand as we were used by the skeletons, squeezing it tight. The old men fucked us for a long time before they finally each deposited their cum into the teenage whores they had rented. When they pulled out, I had to clean the cock that had been up Billy's ass, and he and to clean the other. Without another word, the guard took us back to our cells. Billy and I sat in our cells for a long time in silence, digesting what had happened. "Randy." Billy finally whispered. "Yea?" "Did you like me fucking you?" "Um, well, kinda I guess." More silence. "Randy" "Yea?" "Do you think they had aids?" "Yea, I think they might." More silence as I heard Billy quietly sobbing. "Hey buddy, shhh, come here." I slid my mattress so it was against Billy's bars, and he did the same. We laid down and reached through the bars, stroking each others heads in silence.

Part 10: Closing Time Josh: 2:00 a.m. After the last customer left the bar, Josh cut on the lights and started placing the stools on the tables and the bar top so that he could sweep and mop. He was the closer that rainy night, and as such he was the sole employee left in the space. As he was filling the mop bucket in the back, he heard the front door open and close. “Shit,” He thought to himself realizing he’d left it unlocked. He walked out of the kitchen and saw Scott standing there, drenched. “Scott?” he hadn’t seen or heard from the medicated poz top since that fateful night about six months earlier when Scott’s condom broke while fucking Josh. “Hey.” Scott smiled. “What are you doing here?” “I… told Peter about our… about… us. And I guess I wanted you to know I ended it with him. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you ever since… and I’m… just… so sorry. For fucking it all up.” Josh wasn’t really sure how to process the information. On one hand, Scott was his first true gay love and first sexual experience, so the notion that Scott left his long time partner to be with Josh was thrilling. On another hand, he’d been hurt by the abrupt end to their fling, plus a lot had transpired in the time that had passed. But still, seeing Scott standing there, clothing soaked in rain revealing the muscular form of the daddy he’d fallen for, Josh remained attracted to Scott and was moved. “Oh, god, Scott. I’m sorry about you and Peter. And, it’s ok -- I think our timing was just off. I had some shit to work through myself” Josh said as he walked to lock the front door. Scott watched the undergrad’s bubble butt bounce across the room, noting the outline of what appeared to be a jock strap through his tight jeans. Scott’s dick began to awaken from the cold and damp walk to the bar: he wanted to fuck this younger guy so badly. “I want you still if you’ll have me. I want to know you. I want to have you. I want to take care of you. I want to be inside you again. This time, I promise, I’ll have a backup rubber.” Scott grinned and chuckled. Josh wanted to get fucked by Scott again too, but his words escaped him as he grappled with how to update Scott on his exploits, “I want that too. I don’t really know where to begin or what to say or how to… it’s just that you don’t need to wrap up with me. After we… I just really couldn’t think about not having your poz dick in me so I… I wanted to be poz like you, with you, and I…” “Use your words baby. Relax.” Scott said, unable to decipher where Josh was going with this. “I guess I was stupid and careless… but not? I was intentional? Anyway, I have HIV now, Scott. I got pozzed after we…” Josh began, and Scott put his arm around him while processing the shocking news. “I was stupid, I guess, I chased it. I wanted it. I wanted to be connected to you. I know it sounds stupid now. I kind of fell for someone who had it, but that didn’t work out. And I know I’m damaged goods now. But I’m on meds so I’m managing it all but…” Scott threw his tongue down the pale white ginger’s throat, grinding his hardening cock against that of his uncut -- and now poz -- conquest. “You got HIV for, or because of, me?” Scott said, aroused at the twisted notion. Josh nodded his head. “That’s so fucking hot” he said as his hand drifted through Josh’s jock and to his puckered hole. Josh led Scott to the back office as they continued to kiss. Once inside sank to his knees and pulled down his senior’s soaking wet pants. Josh unleashed Scott’s cock from the white briefs. He recalled so many fantasies he’d had of touching this member again, of tasting it, of feeling it inside him. He took his time licking Scott’s daddy dick, from tip to base, relishing the man scent of this older god. Once Scott’s dick was throbbing and leaking precum, Josh stood up, backed onto the desk, sat with legs spread wide, and beckoned Scott’s dick invasion. Scott grinned and lined his pulsing cock up with Josh’s hole and pressed forward. It felt good to be inside Josh, skin to skin, penetrating the red headed prize. Ten minutes of ball deep pounding later, holding the undergad’s ankles wide, Scott grimaced and shouted “I’m cumming!” and finally shot his undetectable load deep into Josh’s guts. Luke and Billy: 2:15 a.m. Luke and Billy made out in the park restroom, shrouded in darkness, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the needing-to-be-serviced cocks that would arrive soon as people exited the bars around town. The door to the squat, cinderblock building opened and closed repeatedly, right on schedule, during the minutes that followed. Soon they were surrounded by horny men fondling, sucking and fucking one another in the shadows. A bony finger tapped Luke’s shoulder and leaned in, “I want to fuck your ass again.” Luke was ready to oblige whoever asked, so he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants to the floor. “Looks like you’re in the brotherhood now.” The voice whispered in Luke’s ear as Luke continued kissing Billy. The stranger was right. The bug had devoured Luke’s former self: his once ample, muscular frame was now thin; his once supple ass was an empty reminder of its former glory; his once beautiful, legendary cock was now mired with frequent blisters, bumps and scabs and toxic discharges. And yet he craved more. The stranger’s long, thin dick was wet with precum as the stranger spat down upon the tip. “I remember when you were a hot fucking thing in here. Sexy soccer stud. Now you’re just a crusty used cunt who no one wants.” Luke still thought of himself as the stud who thrived on sunshine, gym time, and nightlife. But as he felt this poison dick reentering his fuck chute, he turned his head and caught a look at himself in the mirror. He wasn’t that guy anymore. He’d become the toxic whore that Steve had foretold he would become. He saw himself, pale and thin, getting jackhammered from behind by someone equally gaunt and sickly. Luke squeezed his used sphincter around the toxic tool. He wanted more cum, and more he would get. Billy whispered in Luke’s ear “you and I are radioactive lovers. Look at you being used as the cum dump you are. I fucking love you.” And he resumed kissing Luke while the afflicted man pounded Luke’s used ass from behind. Luke’s tender hole could take no more when the man pulled completely out and shouted “I’m gonna fucking cum, you whore.” A spray of jism hit Luke’s tailbone as the stranger’s putrid dick slammed back inside Luke, unleashing volley after volley of fatal load. “I fucking love you too.” Luke whispered in Billy’s ear, relishing in their radioactive love. Steve: 3:00 a.m. Steve stood outside the leather bar smoking a cigarette before hailing a cab. The bug-chasing porn brand didn’t attract the initial pay-per-view online interest that Steve envisioned with the two clips, so Steve decided not to invest additional time or money in the venture. Luke remained an occasional fuck buddy of his, but Steve was not a man to settle down. Luke knew his place as Steve’s fuck hole and progeny, like Billy, but nothing more. So Steve continued pursing other asses to breed, other whores to make, other destinies to set in motion. The gay club next door also let out, and Steve spotted a shirtless guy in his twenties looking lost and without his flock. Steve eye fucked him for a minute or two as his cigarette burned down. Finally, Steve approached the prey and asked “Wanna come back to my place?” “Yeah," he replied, and off they went.

Part 2 “So you just let him fuck you, right there in his kitchen?” Luke’s friend asked over brunch several hours later. “Yeah. It was so fucking hot.” Luke had determined that the experience was one to be bragged about, a badge on his sexual resume. “Animalistic, really. He just ripped my pants down, ate my ass, and fucked me. No questions, no small talk, just hot fucking sex with the biggest dick I’ve ever known.” He failed to mention it had been a bareback fuck. “Think you’ll see him again?” “Maybe. I’d like to. I think I’m realizing that I’m into older guys like him. And god he’s ripped.” Luke didn’t provide a full detailed description of Steve – no mention of the tattoos or the piercings or the general leather daddy/kick-someone’s-ass vibe of him. But really, whether Luke was to see Steve again was not a question for Luke to have the answer – the ball was always in Steve’s court. Across town, Steve was getting some more ink: this time, a scorpion tattoo above his pubic line. “We knew as soon as you made eye contact you’d be shooting a load in that guy later.” Billy said responsive to Steve’s tale of fucking Luke a few hours before. Billy had been with Steve at the leather bar the night before and outside afterward when Steve saw his latest conquest. “Damn he had the best, fuzzy bubble butt I’ve seen. I coulda eaten it for days.” “He mention condoms or anything?” Billy asked, knowing Steve only fucked raw. “Nope. Kinda surprised me that he didn’t, seeming so clean cut preppy and all.” “Think you knocked him up?” Steve grinned. “If not last night, I will soon for sure.” Walking home with his new ink covered, Steve texted Luke: “I need your ass again. Today. When can you be at my place?” Luke responded “Great to hear from you. Can’t stop thinking about last night. I can be there in an hour.” And so he was, showing up at Steve’s door wearing a tank top, mesh shorts, a jock strap, and sneakers. Steve let him in, and not five feet inside the door had pushed him down to his knees and inserted his huge flaccid dick into Luke’s beautiful mouth. Steve’s dick grew hard in Luke’s mouth as Luke demonstrated what a good cocksucker he was. He worked Steve’s entire thick, long, veiny shaft. Whenever he got to Steve’s dick’s head, he’d tongue the pre-cum. He was already addicted to its salty, manly goodness. He sucked Steve’s big, hairy balls. He deep throated his dick to the point of gagging on it. He was in heaven devouring the monster dick that had destroyed his ass just 12 hours earlier. Did he taste his own ass on it? Maybe. Finally, Luke noticed Steve’s balls and legs tense, and a torrent of cum spurt into his mouth. Steve held Luke’s head in position, his dick deep in his conquest’s throat. Luke swallowed round after round of the ropey jism that sprayed into his mouth, looking up dutifully in the eyes of his testosterone-filled host. He loved tasting the heavenly load of his dominator. As the waves of cum subsided, Luke began to pull away from the monster cock. Steve held Luke’s head in place and said “You’re not done yet. Keep swallowing. Everything.” And with that, Steve began pissing in the mouth of the unsuspecting jock. Luke was horrified and disgusted initially, trying in vain momentarily to pull away. But when retreat was clearly no option with Steve’s strong hands holding him in place, Luke kept his lips tight around the shaft, swallowed a big gulp, and looked up at his beast-of-a-man host. Luke saw the pleasured look on Steve’s face, and began to understand his role of submission. His anguish subsided and he found himself dutifully, if not happily, swallowing what seemed like gallons of man piss. He loved it. Finally, when Steve had finished using Luke as a urinal, he pulled his conquest off his cock and to his feet, smacking him on the ass. “That was intense. And, I gotta say, really hot, dude," Luke commented, his dick fully erect, and pressing against the fabric of his jock strap and shorts, which were now wet with pre-cum. “Fun’s just getting started, you slut. Take off everything off and follow me,” Steve ordered.