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Eric, is a 19 year old, with red hair, blue eyes, tone body. He was able to convince Gerry, a rich, overweight, light brown hair gay man, that he was the one for him. Eric took “care of him.” By pretending to have sex with Gerry. He would be sure that Gerry was drugged up and to be sure he took care of Gerry’s needs, by rubbing is back and his ass cheeks. Eric, who is straight. With his girlfriend, Brenda, decided to con Gerry out of some of his fortune. So Eric decided to go “gay for pay” without having to sleep with Gerry, and had to keep Gerry’s staff, including Ben, who has secretly lusted after Eric, and would love to fuck him raw and give him his unmedicated load. Ben is lanky, in his early 50’s. Became poz, because a condom broke. Ben would get touchy freely with Eric, until Gerry caught it and laid into Ben. Ben, was still going to get Eric into his bed, one way or the other. And has luck would have it, he would get Eric into bed. Ben also didn’t trust Eric, but knew he couldn’t tell Gerry, it would mean his job. Gerry would have to prove that Eric was just a con artist. While the kitchen, Ben would make another pass at Eric. Eric smiled and said “Nice try Ben, but my heart belongs to Gerry.” “Besides, you wouldn’t be able to afford me.” Ben would leave to go shopping, with Gerry resting, Eric and Brenda planned their next move. “The old man doesn’t have much time.” Brenda noted. “I know” Eric said with a grin. In the meantime, Ben came home earlier, and was listening in and recording with is phone their plan and cut off when they started having sex. Ben to himself “Gotcha!” He first thought of going to tell Gerry, but no he thought to himself. “Now, I can get him into my bed.” First thing he thought was to pay off Brenda. He did. She got $10,000 for a modeling shoot, moving her away from Eric. Who couldn’t stop her. Ben then went to Eric. “I want to show you something.” Ben said with a grin, playing the video of Eric and Brenda talking. Eric’s face dropped. “What do you want from me Ben?” Knowing his answer all ready. “If you don’t want me to show Gerry this video. you have to sleep me.” “I guess I can afford you now, Eric.” He knew he didn’t have a choice, maybe if I drug him and pretend we had sex, like with Gerry, nobody would be the wiser. Eric, with his plan to avoid having sex with Ben, knew he wouldn’t have much time to get the sleeping pill into his drink. Eric knocked on Ben’s door, “come in, it’s open.” Ben said. Eric saw a sling in the corner of Ben’s room. Eric was wearing the short shorts and tank top that Ben ordered hiM to wear. ”take off your clothes, Eric.” He does has he’s told. While looking for an opportunity to place the pill into Ben’s drink. Standing there naked, Ben excuses himself, and Ben places the pill into the champagne glass, at that moment, Ben walks in. “I see you want some champagne.” “Drink up, handing Eric the glass that he just put the pill into. “Shit” Eric says to himself. with no choice, takes a couple of sips, he knew it would take while for it to kick him. pulling down his pants, Ben gets Eric on his knees to start sucking him, “suck me, like your ex girlfriend use to suck you, str8 boy.” Ben was enjoying this, getting to touch Eric all over, and knowing he couldn’t do a thing to stop him. Eric took his mouth of of Ben’s hard poz cock. “Walk over to the sling and climb in.” “Eric did as he was told. Ben fastened the handcuffs, made sure that Eric was on his back, after all, this had been his dream for a year now. Ben had lube and a toothbrush, he was going to be sure that when Eric took his load, he would increase his chances of becoming poz. Eric, seeing the toothbrush, “What are you going to do with that?” Then he felt Ben put it into his tight hole. Going back and fourth with it. “Feels good, doesn’t it Eric?” He wasn’t sure if it felt good, just weird. Ben took the toothbrush out of his hole, seeing some blood come out. Ben knew Eric was good to go. Ben climbed on top of the half asleep young man, lubed up his dick, and the boys ass. And slowly went in and out of him. After all, he been wanting to get him into bed and poz him and take his time with Eric. Eric who was slowly falling into unconscious, found Ben kissing him on the mouth, and couldn’t stop him from doing so. “I’ve been wanting you for so long.” “And now, I’m going to take my time with you.” Ben plates with Eric’s cock, which even soft was quite impressive. After two hours of taking his time, Ben released his toxic loads into the handsome young man. “Just so you know, Eric.” “Not only to I finally get you onto bed, I pozzed you to.” “Poz?l “What do you mean?” Eric asked. “I’m HIV positive.” And now you will be too.” Eric wanted to hit him, cry, but was still handcuffed. “You have a couple of visitors, Eric.” Let’s get your poz hole ready for them.” One was Ralph, an old man Eric had stolen lots of money from. Ralph was also poz. And when Ben looked into Eric’s past he felt that Ralph should punish him too. “You son of a birch.” Ralph said has he started to hate fuck Eric. “Now you are going to pay.” Ralph was a lot more aggressive, with his anger. pounding Eric’s ass. With a loud grunt. Ralph finished up inside the boy, with cum running down his ass. The second visitor was Gerry, who was indeed shown the video and decided he was going to have Eric’s ass. “Gerry, I can explain.” Eric said meekly. “No you can’t.” As Gerry took off his clothes. Seeing his overweight hairy body, gets on top of Eric, and forces his dick into Eric’s now loose cum filled ass. “By the way,” Gerry said between thrusting his cock in and out of the boy’s ass. “I changed my will, you get nothing, but all my male staff gets to have you.” With that, another poz load went deep inside the young man’s ass.

[Remember - this is fiction, not recommended behavior...] "Here you go Mrs. Winters, one Grande Cinnamon Spice Mocha," Antonio said, handing the coffee drink to the elderly woman across the counter. "I put an extra bit of cinnamon in it just like you like it," he added, with a wink and a smile. "Thank you, Antonio," Mrs. Winters said, sipping the mocha and returning the smile. "You're the sweetest young man." "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Winters," Antonio replied flirtatiously, handing her the receipt. "Have a great day." Antonio was quite the "Chatty Cathy" type while at work, always talking with the customers. Management liked him, customers liked him, and his co-workers liked him. Antonio was just naturally outgoing, talkative and effusive. All that, coupled with his handsome Italian-American looks and coloring made for one very sexy package. The Starbucks in the grocery store was unusually slow this time of the day and Antonio was glad. All the studying he'd been doing for school was starting to wear him down, and he was glad it was Friday because this was the only day of the week when he didn't have classes. He'd been up since 4:30 am to work the shift starting at 5:30 am, and he was already tired. He looked at the clock: it was only 7:30 am. Five hours to go before he was off for the whole weekend. He picked up the newspaper and turned to the classified ads. He was so deep in thought now that he didn't see the handsome man at the counter. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, folding the paper and putting it on a shelf behind him and washing his hands. "Just looking for a place to live. What'll you have?" "Mmm...," the man said, looking at the menu. "How about a Caramel Macchiato?" "Great choice," Antonio said. "What size?" "Make it a Venti," the man said. "By the way, why are you looking for a place to live?" Antonio, ever the chatterbox, explained his current living situation to the man. He'd been living with his mom and her new husband ever since he got out of the Army and lately things were getting tense. His "step dad" was a real shit and Antonio didn't like him very much. Since he was taking a full load at the community college he could only work part time, which meant that he didn't have enough money for his own place. But he really wanted to get out, so every day he scoured the newspapers looking for cheap studios or people who were looking for roommates. Anything would be better than living under the same roof with that asshole. There was no one else in line so the man stayed and continued to chat. "You were in the Army?" he asked incredulously. "How old are you?" "Twenty-two," Antonio replied. "I know, I look younger." In fact, he looked 16 or 17. "Why the Army?" "I kinda had to go in," Antonio said. "Why's that?" the man asked, taking a drink. Antonio rolled his eyes and shook his head as he went on. "Well, I got into a little legal trouble after I graduated. Nothing too bad, but bad enough. Part of the plea arrangement was that I join the Army. I just got out six months ago, thank god, but I still gotta see my probation officer every week for the next two years. But it beats prison." The man nodded. "I'd have to agree with that. By the way, my name's Craig." He reached out and shook Antonio's hand. Antonio pointed to his nametag. "Antonio... but then I'm sure you probably already knew that." He smiled his big, infectious smile and Craig felt all warm inside. The kid was hot! He looked him up and down quickly. Antonio was about five foot eleven. There was a workout room in the condo complex where he lived that he used whenever he wasn't working or studying. As a result, he was toned in all the right places but not too muscled. He had wide shoulders and a narrow waist. His pecs were well defined and he had a flat stomach with the beginnings of a six-pack. He had a round bubble butt and, from what Craig could see, a nice bulge in his pants. He had floppy, disheveled-looking hair that looked like he spent a lot of time on it to make it go that way, but which in reality, had a mind of its own and did whatever it wanted. Over the years he had learned to just go with it. All in all, Antonio was what you would call a pretty boy. "Have you thought about getting a second part time job?" Craig asked. Antonio sighed. "Yeah, but it's kinda tough, what with my school schedule and all, you know? I haven't been able to find anything that fits." "Well," Craig said, reaching into his wallet and handing Antonio a business card. "I manage this club and we could always use an extra waiter. It'd only be a couple nights a week and the tips are pretty good." Antonio took the card and looked at it. Craig Powers, Manager, the card read. The name of the club was The Fly and the "Y" in Fly was in the shape of an open zipper. "Is this a gay bar?" Antonio asked. "Yes," Craig replied. "Would that be a problem?" "Well I'm straight," Antonio said. "Wouldn't that be a problem? Or at least awkward?" Craig smiled. "Most of the guys who work for me are straight," he said, lying through his teeth. "In fact, most of them are students just making some extra cash. Like I said, the tips are good. Some of the guys make a couple hundred a night." Antonio looked at the card again. "I wouldn't have to do anything queer would I? I mean, I wouldn't have to... you know..." Craig laughed out loud. "No. There are no strings attached. Now I'm not saying that some of the guys don't, how should I say it, 'go the extra mile' for some of the regulars. But that's not a requirement. You'd be there strictly to serve drinks. Nothing else." Antonio looked at the card, then at Craig, and then back at the card. "I don't know, man," he said. "Hey," Craig said with a wave of his hand, "the job is yours if you want it. No pressure. If you're interested, the shift is from 9:00 pm till closing." Antonio put the card in his back pocket. "I'll think about it Craig," he said. "And by the way, the coffee's on me." Later that afternoon Antonio had a nasty argument with his step dad. He slammed the door to his room and stripped out of his uniform. He rarely wore underwear and his fat, eight-inch cock flopped around as he tossed his pants onto the bed and dug through his drawer for his jock strap. He figured he'd go to the work out room for a couple of hours. At least there he wouldn't have to put up with his step dad. He remembered his jock strap was in the wash and rummaged around until he found a pair of briefs. He found a new, unopened package and tore it open. He only wore briefs when he played sports or worked out and then only if his jock was dirty. He didn't like the feel of butt-huggers and would rather free-ball or wear boxers. He pulled a pair of shorts over the crisp white briefs and then his track pants. He made sure all the snaps were closed on either side before he put on his Duke t-shirt and shoes. The work out room was locked so instead of going back to the house, he got into his car and drove around. As he drove his mind kept going back to the conversation he'd had with Craig Powers that morning. Shit, a couple hundred bucks in tips a night! A couple weeks working there and he could get a place of his own fast. A nice place, too. But a gay bar? The thought turned him off. He knew people who were gay and all, but he didn't really hang out with any of them. But the money was tempting and he kept thinking about Craig's job offer. He was a little worried about getting felt up or something, but he kept pushing that thought away. Who the fuck cares! He wasn't gay. So some faggot copped a feel. Big deal! It hardly seemed an inconvenience for a couple hundred a night. He decided to give it a shot. At 8:30 pm that night Antonio walked through the front door of The Fly. The place looked upscale, but it was a total fag hangout! There were drag queens and dudes dressed in leather and all kinds of shit. Then Antonio saw the waiters. They were all dressed in tight 2xist boxer briefs (white, black, or grey), and equally tight, brightly colored lycra t-shirts that totally clung to their bodies and showed off their chests and nipples through the thin material. Plus, the shirts were short enough that the guys' bare stomachs showed. He also noticed that most of the waiters had bills of various denominations tucked into the waistbands of their underwear. Shit, Antonio said to himself, I can't do this. I can't parade around in my underwear in front of a bunch of queers. He was about to turn and leave when he saw Craig making his way across the room toward him. "Antonio!" He said smiling, sticking out his hand. "I'm glad you decided to come by. What do you think?" Antonio swallowed nervously as he looked around the room. "Well, to be honest, I think I'm gonna take a pass. I don't think I'd be too comfortable walking around in my underwear." "Well, that's the uniform," Craig said. "I probably should've told you earlier. But I understand your position. Like I said this morning, it's your choice. We only want you here if you want to be here. Sorry it didn't work out." Antonio saw one of the waiters pulling bills from his waistband. Shit, there must be fifty bucks there! He could sure use that kind of money. He turned to Craig, who could almost see the dollar signs in Antonio's eyes. "What the hell," he said. "I'll do it." A huge smile spread across Craig's face and he patted Antonio on the back. "Way to go! Just follow me and I'll hook you up with an outfit and show you your section." Antonio followed Craig to the back office as Craig continued to explain the job. "It's pretty easy, really. You just take their drink order, the bartender makes them, and you serve the customer." "I saw some of the customers patting guys on the butts and stuff," Antonio said. "I'm not so sure about that." "Ah," Craig said, waving his hand again. "That's nothing. To be honest, the friendlier you are, the better the tips. All you have to do is smile and be nice. Just pretend you're working your other job." Antonio laughed. "That's easy for you to say. I don't work at Starbucks in my underwear." "Yeah, and I bet you don't get $20 tips, either," Craig countered. He could see the dollar signs flash in Antonio's eyes again and knew he had the naïve stud hooked. Antonio gulped. "Shit..." he murmured. "Sorry... I mean shoot. That's not too shabby." He was torn. On the one hand, he could really use the money, but on the other hand, he didn't want any fag touching his ass or anything. The money quickly won out. Craig opened a cabinet and flipped through several packages of t- shirts and underwear before settling on black boxer briefs and an ice-blue lycra t-shirt. He handed them to Antonio. "Here. I think these'll look good on you. You can change in the bathroom if you want." Antonio took the clothes and went out of the office and into the bathroom. He went into a large stall, noting the glory hole, and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He put on the boxer briefs. They were snug and totally highlighted his package. He put on the t- shirt and went to look at himself in the mirror. He looked like a total fag. At that moment Craig walked in. "Dude," he said, looking Antonio up and down, "I have a feeling you're gonna make some nice tips tonight." "Really?" Antonio said, adjusting his big cock and balls. At least he wouldn't have to worry about getting a hard on. "Oh yeah," Craig said. "You look good enough to eat." Antonio blushed. "Where should I put my stuff?" Craig gestured toward a row of lockers against one of the walls. "Use number fourteen. Here's the key." The key was on a hot pink bracelet and Antonio slipped it around his wrist. "Time to start," Craig said, looking at his watch. They stepped into the bar and Craig pointed to a set of booths and tables near the bar. "That'll be your section. Tables one through twelve. They're all numbered so don't worry about it. Just be yourself and you'll be fine. Oh," he continued, pointing to another guy, "and this is Nathan. He just started last night. He'll be working this section with you." Antonio looked at the guy. Nathan was about Antonio's height but wasn't as toned, although he did have a great body. He was more cute than handsome, with brown hair and eyes and a big, Midwestern- looking smile. He looked the picture of innocence. His uniform was white boxer briefs and a bright yellow top. Just by looking at him Antonio was positive he was straight, too. Nathan reached out and shook Antonio's hand. "Nice to meet you." "Yeah, you too," Antonio replied. By now Craig had left and Antonio turned to Nathan. "So, you started last night?" Nathan nodded. "To be honest, this place wouldn't be my first choice. I work at another restaurant downtown but I'm only a back- waiter. I made more in tips here last night than I do in three days at the other place." "Really?" Antonio was intrigued. "Did you have to do anything, you know, queer?" he asked. Nathan shook his head. "No. Well, I got my ass pinched and patted a couple of times, but that's not bad, considering I walked out of here with $150.00 in tips." Antonio's jaw almost dropped. "Shit! That much? Fuck, I'll let these fags feel me up for $150.00 bucks!" Nathan and Antonio laughed, unaware that Craig was standing just a few feet away and had overheard everything they said. An hour later Antonio was on his way to drop off a drink order when he saw Craig. "Hey Craig," he said. "Have you seen Nathan? Is he on a break or something? He's been gone awhile." "Nathan went home sick a little while ago," Craig explained. "I think he has the stomach flu or something. He wasn't looking too good so I sent him home." Antonio had no idea that at this very moment a drugged-up Nathan was bent over a table in Craig's office getting his ass and mouth fucked. In fact, Craig had just come from plowing the poor kid's virgin ass. Earlier Nathan had gone to use the restroom. As he was leaving, a cloth soaked in chloroform had been clamped over his face. He had resisted but someone grabbed his arm and he felt the prick of a needle. Then everything began to get hazy and swirly. He was half-carried, half-dragged to Craig's office where he was now being raped. Antonio went about with his work for the next couple of hours, completely unaware of the stares he was getting from the guys at one of his tables. They had come in together about an hour ago. As he walked over to check on their drinks one of them said to him, "Why don't you join us?" "Oh, I don't think I can," Antonio said. "I'm not sure I'm allowed. This is my first night." "Sure you can join them," Craig said, as he just happened to walk by. "Jimmy'll cover for you," he said, pointing to the waiter who had taken over for the absent Nathan. He whispered into Antonio's ear, "if you play your cards right, you can make some extra cash here." Antonio shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He looked at the guys at the table. "I guess I can sit down for a few minutes," he said. The guys introduced themselves. There was Todd, Mike, Steven and Bruce. Apparently they were regulars. They were expensively dressed in designer clothes. Antonio could tell they were wearing Calvin Klein, Tommy Hilfiger, Kenneth Cole and Hugo Boss clothing. Apparently these guys were well off. He just might make some good tips if he were extra nice to these guys. "So, Antonio," Todd said. "What'll you have?" "Uh... just a beer. I probably shouldn't have anything too strong, since I still have a few hours on my shift." He stood up to get his beer but Todd put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into his chair. "I'll get it," he offered. "Relax a bit." Antonio began talking to Steven, Mike and Bruce while Todd went to get his beer. Todd returned a couple minutes later. He had ordered Antonio an MGD in a frosted mug and the guys watched as Antonio took a long draw on it, savoring the taste as it went down. He had no idea that Todd had slipped a mild but fast-acting sedative into the beer. He also had no idea that these were the same guys who had been in the back fucking poor Nathan silly just an hour earlier. After a few minutes of talking, Antonio stood up. "Thanks for the drink guys, but I'd better get back to work." He words sounded slurred and he looked a little unsteady on his feet. "You okay, Antonio?" Todd asked, concerned. "Yeah," Antonio said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "It just feels warm in here all of a sudden." "Hmm... maybe you're coming down with something," Todd replied. He stood up and put his arm around Antonio's shoulder, gently massaging it. "How about we get a little air out back?" he said, steering Antonio toward the back exit. He looked at the guys at the table. "You guys gonna give me a hand?" They all got up. As Todd led the increasingly unsteady Antonio through the bar, they came across Craig. "What's going on?" he asked. "Not feeling good..." Antonio tried to say but he was having a hard time getting the words out. For some reason his mind seemed foggy. Todd winked at Craig. "We were gonna take him out back to get some air." "Oh, I think Antonio would be much more comfortable in my office, wouldn't you?" Craig said. He took a quick look around as he pulled a syringe from his coat pocket. He took Antonio's arm and injected the drugs into him. "What was that..." Antonio started to say, but found he couldn't continue. He found it hard to focus, let alone speak, and the room began to spin. It looked like the guys' faces were melting. They took Antonio into Craig's office and locked the door behind them. Craig turned on the stereo to drown out some of the sound. He motioned to a small table in the corner. It was about eighteen inches high and had hooks on either side. They bent Antonio over the table, tying his hands and feet down. Antonio's head was buzzing. As much as he tried, he couldn't make sense of what was happening. His mind kept drifting in and out of a haze. Craig shoved something into his mouth and told him to swallow. Everything seemed cool. He had no idea it was viagra. Next Todd took a pen-knife and sliced off Antonio's clothes. The dazed stud just looked at Todd with a blank expression on his face. "What're you doing?" he managed to slur. "Getting ready to fuck you," Todd answered. The guys all laughed. Antonio saw a bright flash and then another. He had no idea pictures were being taken. Antonio cocked his head to one side and looked at Todd. Then he looked at Craig and the others. No one was smiling. He started to laugh. "You're gonna fuck me?" "Yup, just like we fucked your buddy Nathan." The smile disappeared from his face and he struggled furtively, but to no avail. Whatever was in the syringe had really done a number on him. He felt a slicked-up finger run up and down his ass crack and work its way up his virgin chute. The finger began to move around slowly in an ever- widening circle. "Oh..." Antonio moaned, his face twisted in a grimace. "Please stop!" But instead of stopping, a hand grabbed his cock and start to jerk it. Another hand slapped at his balls and yet another hand began flicking his rubbery nipples. All the sudden sensations were too much and Antonio's moans turned to moans of pleasure. Craig smiled at this. He lowered his slack and boxers and was lubing up his cock. Bruce pulled his finger out of Antonio's ass and Craig thrust his fat cock in. Antonio opened his mouth to cry out in pain but Todd shoved his waiting cock into it, muffling Antonio's cries. "That's it, pussy boy!" Craig yelled, as he thrust his hips back and forth, raping Antonio's virgin ass. Antonio was in agony. His asshole felt like it was being ripped apart and he could hardly breathe with Todd's big cock in his mouth, stretching his lips wide apart. He could feel pre-cum sliding down his throat. It tasted salty and he wanted to gag. All of a sudden Todd's body shuddered and Antonio's mouth was filled with hot, sticky cum. It ran out of his mouth and down his chin, but most of it went down his throat. Todd pulled out. Antonio was just catching his breath when Mike moved in and shoved his dick into his mouth. Antonio was just catching his breath when Bruce opened two small bottles of poppers and put them to his nostrils. "Here, bitch," he said, "sniff these." Antonio had never sniffed poppers before, but he had no choice. He needed to breathe. He held his breath as long as possible, but finally gave out. He sniffed the aroma and he felt lightheaded almost immediately. "Uhhhnnn..." was the only sound that could escape from his cock- filled mouth. "Oh yeah," Mike said, grabbing Antonio by the back of his head and pumping away at his pretty face. "Nothing like a drugged up pussy slut all high on poppers." Craig laughed as he continued to slam his cock up Antonio's ass. "Whattaya think guys? Is Antonio here better than Nathan?" The guys laughed with him. They all had their pants and underwear down and were stroking their cocks, waiting their turn with poor Antonio. Antonio couldn't move. He tried to turn and twist his hunky body, but there were hands holding him still. He could feel Craig's dick violating his ass and then, all of a sudden, he felt a rush of warmth up his insides. The faggot was cumming inside of him! What the fuck! Before he could even process it, Bruce pulled his cock out of his mouth and, giving it a couple of jerks, shot load after load of cum all over Antonio's face. It got in his eyes, up his nose, in his hair and in his open mouth. He didn't even have time to react because Mike's cock immediately took its place. More poppers were shoved under his nose and he became buzzed all over again. Another cock (or was it a dildo?) was sliding in and out of his ass, but Antonio was so gone, flying so high, that it just didn't seem to matter. For the next hour and a half all the guys from the table, Todd, Mike, Steven and Bruce, as well as Craig, fucked Antonio. They shot their loads up his ass, down his throat, and all over his hunky body. In no time at all, Antonio went from being a pretty boy ladies man to a fucked-out cum dump. When they were finished they pulled Antonio to his feet. He was still unsteady and could hardly stand. There was drying cum in his hair and on his face. Craig retrieved his street clothes from his locker and tossed them to him. "Get dressed," was all he said. Antonio's dick and ass hurt and he felt like crying as he pulled his underwear up over his raped ass and dick. The guys all snickered at his tightie whities. Before he could get the rest of his clothes on, though, he was pushed out a door and into the back alley. His clothes and money were thrown out with him. "It's time for you to go, boy," Craig said. "By the way, you're fired, but thanks for the fuck." He slammed the door. And with that poor Antonio, naked except for his white briefs, was left alone in the alley. He hunted for his clothes, not noticing the police car parked only steps away. He was just reaching for his shorts when a bright light flashed on him. He dropped the shorts and grabbed his track pants instead, stumbling badly as he tried to pull them on. Two officers stepped out of the back seat of the squad car. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" one of them asked, as Antonio pulled the track pants up over his bulging crotch. Even with the sweat pants on, you could still notice the tent his viagra- induced erection made. "I think the kid's got something down his shorts," he said to his partner. "Do you have any ID?" his partner asked. "Yes, officer," Antonio said. His voice was still thick and slurred. He reached into the pocket of his sweats and retrieved his wallet. He handed it to the cops. "Have you been drinking tonight young man?" one of the officers asked as his partner took Antonio's drivers license back to the squad car to run a check. Antonio shook his head. "No... just one beer, sir." He was still all wobbly. The officer took Antonio by the shoulder and helped him walk over to the car. "One beer, my ass. I want you to put your hands on the hood and spread your legs. I need to do a pat down." "But I didn't do anything," Antonio protested. "Just do what I said, punk," the officer said, his voice sounding rougher now. Antonio assumed the position and the cop began to frisk him. But it was more of a feeling-up than a pat down. The officer let his hands slide slowly over Antonio's chest and the semi-dazed stud was sure that he felt a slight tweak on his nipple. Then the officer's hands roamed over his ass and up and down the insides of his legs. A hand reached around and cupped his balls, giving them a noticeable squeeze. Antonio knew better than to say anything. "Feels like you're packing something in here," the cop said as his partner got out of the car, holding Antonio's ID. "Looks like we've got a possible probation violation here," he said, looking at his partner and the fucked up young man. "Why's that?" his partner asked. "According to computer, this young man isn't supposed to be in public drinking." "But I wasn't," Antonio tried to explain. The cops looked at each other and then back at Antonio. "Well," one of them said, "if you cooperate with us, we'll just forget we saw anything." Antonio had a sick feeling in his stomach. He knew what was coming. "What do I have to do?" he asked, resigned. "Not much," one of the cops said. He reached out and grabbed hold of Antonio's track pants. With one quick pull he ripped them completely off Antonio's body, leaving the young stud in nothing but his bulging briefs. He reached out and grabbed Antonio's dick through his briefs. "Not much at all." "Oh no, guys," Antonio whined. The other cop had unzipped his fly and lowered his pants and briefs to his knees. His cock was hard and dripping. He put his hand on Antonio's head and pushed the young man to his knees. "Suck it bitch," he said, forcing his cock into Antonio's mouth. "Take it all down." As Antonio gagged on the massive cock in his mouth, his eyes caught a glimpse into the back seat of the cops' car. There was Nathan, his head thrown back and his eyes glazed over. It looked like he was only half-conscious. It also looked like he was naked. Apparently the cops had been lying in wait, almost as if they had been tipped off, and had been working on Nathan for some time now. But Antonio didn't have time to ponder any of that. He was too busy being face-fucked by one cop while being finger-fucked by the other. If he'd looked into his wallet, he would've found that all the tips he'd made that night had somehow disappeared.

Speaking as an alpha top with a thick 10” cock, it is really satisfying to find a bottom who can just take a pounding. I want the bottom to enjoy my big dick and hear him moan. If you’re a bottom who’s unsure he can take a huge cock, don’t bother connecting with the top. It becomes frustrating and we won’t want to see you again. Loosen up that pussy first.

That's true for groveling, submissive, no-self-esteem bottoms, sure. It's not true for all bottoms and there's no rule designating "proper" bottoms as the ones who'll take anything no matter what.

I think your post illustrates how everyone’s journey through this has been very personal and different. I was furloughed on full pay for four months. The weather was great and I have a huge garden. I set about an exercise regime and started writing things that my paid writing job didn’t ever allow time for. By the end of the summer, everyone commented that I was looking more relaxed, fitter and tanned than they’d ever seen me. I certainly felt happier. After World War II, some people were considered to have had “a good war”. I think some of us in the coming months and years will be thought to have had a good pandemic. I know this hasn’t been the case for everyone, perhaps the majority. I am very, very fortunate that none of my loved ones or myself caught the damned thing. God knows, I’m not a COVID denier, especially having survived a really nasty bout of Swine Flu back when that was a thing. But having spent 30 years working in the media in various roles, I also didn’t allow myself to be terrified by whipped up hysteria from newspapers and TV stations trying to generate clicks for their websites. Nothing sells papers or TV shows like grief porn - that’s the basic tenet of journalism. It’s cynical of them, but they’re in the business of making money. Such is my laid back attitude to life that I have been very relaxed, even gung ho, about the pandemic (you know this to be true, Andy). Possibly too much. But there it is. However, there’s a marvellous saying that I’ve always lived my life by: “I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I’ll use my time.” It’s certainly how I’ve got through the past 12 months.

Poz, no meds.

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

Indeed - if he's top - but the reality of fucking a butt that's been sitting in a Prius for 12 hours ain't pretty. If he douches first then maybe...

so ready for the weekend. who needs to spread seed?

My dad, and sons and I regularly fuck....I love every moment..

Thanks for the follow mate. Total bottom cumdump lad here in UK. Hundreds more pics and vids of me on www.twitter.com/jonny4dad

ERRANDS AND CUMLOADS Earlier today I was at work and had some errands to run. Grindr was up and running. I really didn't think anything would materialize due to Toronto (and the whole province here) being in lockdown, with COVID variants running wild. I already had my first Pfizer jab last week. My two younger fkbds have gone silent. I was picking up one toner cartridge for my computer (the rest are arriving by Amazon) from a computer store in the Greater Toronto Area. You pay for it ahead of time and it's curb-side pickup. When I got back to my car, I received a ping on Grindr from a local daddy lover. I told him I had little time, so we agreed on a quickie. Bareback too. Being a very horny vers daddy I said YES! He gave me his address -- about 5 mins by car from the computer store. He sent me some pics of him naked on Grindr. YUM, I thought! In person, he's about 5'11" (I'm 5'8"), thin, cut thick-ish cock, with moderate body hair, South Asian background. Clothes came off fast. We kissed and felt each other up. It didn't take long to get hard for both of us. He told me that he's 50-50 about having sex with daddies (I'm 56, and he's 27!). He also told me that he really appreciates daddies more for sex, because daddies know what they want and get to sex there-and-then. Men his age frustrate him because they do not know how to have sex - his words! True to form, I must admit that I do get sexually attracted to younger Latinos, Medit. men, South Asians. His almost 7" cock got hard and thicker in my mouth. He shoved it in as far as it could go. A few back-and-forths and my throat was coated with a hot, huge load of boicum. He kissed me with some of his cum in my mouth. So HOT! I jerked my hard cock and within 2 mins he lapped up my 5-day load in his mouth. He kissed me again. We got cleaned up and exchanged numbers. I'm sure I'll be seeing him again for bb fun. WOW - who would have thought that I could have a quickie during a work day!! So much fun! Repeats, please!

Negative, not on PrEP, but think I would be if it were easier to get.

Greg came back to the other end of the sofa with a sexy little fur ball in tow. Adam knelt on the floor in front of me, nuzzling my cock, while I leaned over to Greg who was making out with this really short little guy acovered in blonde chest and leg hair. He had a thick, blonde beard and a beautiful ass. Fuck. Little short blonde fireplugs. My absolute favorite. But I could see what Greg was most attracted to, an absurdly long, fat dick that looked even more massive because he was such a small guy. He couldn’t be more than 5’3” but he had big hairy pecs and the 11” dong of death, really thick, with a nice foreskin. My cock is pretty fat but his was amazing. I was sure Greg was in love. Greg took a break from making out with the little muscle pig and looked over to me. “Hey Mike, this is…um….what did you say your name was?” The little dude laughed and said “I didn’t. You just started sucking my dick over there. I’m Joey.” Greg laughed as well and I reached over to give Joey a nice sloppy kiss. “Pleased to meet ya, Joey. I’m Mike. This one is Greg, but you can call him whore or cumdump. He answers to those. And the whore on the floor sucking my cock is Adam. But just call him faggot. He loves that.” We all laughed and Greg grabbed his pipe and loaded it up with more T. We began passing the pipe around and shotgunning hits to each other until all four of us were spun. Adam looked up at me and said “Daddy will you fuck my pussy? All this T made it hungry again.” He gave me that puppy dog look and smiled really big. I laughed and said “Of course, faggot. Get up here, boy.” Greg said “my turn too!” So I handed the pipe to Adam and told him to give Greg more shotguns. Might as well get these faggots well and truly fucked and fucked up. They knelt on the sofa with their cunts in the air, one furry, one smooth, both slick with jizz from some other stranger in the room. Who knew which one? Who cared? They were both hungry and we both had big fat uncut cocks to appease some of that hunger. Adam turned back to look at me and I could tell his pussy was desperate for my cock. I was not going to give it to him without him begging. “Come on faggot. You want my cock? You know what you have to do, don’t you?” I waved my fat cock around, occasionally slapping his ass cheek with it. “Yes, Daddy! Please fuck my pussy. It’s already lubed up with other daddy cum so it should slide right in for you. Please fuck me! It’s so hungry!” “You filthy little whore. Yeah, I can fucking see there are loads already dripping out of your furry little hole. How many men fucked you already tonight, baby boy?” I teased his hole with the end of my cock, soliciting a long moan from the boy. “I don’t know daddy. I got high and lost count. At least 12. Not all of them loaded me up unfortunately.” I slapped his ass hard with my hand, eliciting a yelp from him and another moan as he felt my cock head brush against his hole. He tried to push back on my dick, but I held him firm. “What did I tell you about taking men’s cocks in your pussy, faggot? HUH?” He was confused for a minute and said “I’m sorry Daddy! I won’t let men fuck me again! Please don’t be mad at me!” “Dirty faggot. That’s not why I’m mad at you, I”m mad because if 12 men fucked your pussy, you should have 12 loads inside you. Does Daddy need to teach you how to work your pussy to milk out a man’s load, baby boy?” I slapped his ass again and said “your brother Greg always gets the load, don’t you, son?” Joey’s cock was already slowly sawing in and out of Greg’s big smooth ass. Greg moaned some more and said “yes, Daddy! I got 11 loads in my pussy! Every man that fucked me bred me. I really want one of them to knock me up!” “That’s my boy. See Adam? Stick with Greg, he’ll make sure your hairy cunt is dripping loads all the time. Bet you Joey and I both have at least two loads for each of you, right bro?” Joey laughed and said “fuck yeah, pig. These pussies are amazing. Love fucking a sloppy cumdump that’s dripping cum from half the men in the room. Pretty soon we’ll be able to use these faggots lubed up with each other’s loads. So fucking hot.” Joey leaned over to pull my head to his sexy, bearded face and gave me a huge kiss. He leaned down and took the pipe from Greg and passed me another shotgun. Like I needed to get more high. But I was on fire with lust so I didn’t hesitate to smoke some more. He looked at me and smiled and said “maybe I can get inside Daddy’s cunt tonight.” I passed the smoke back to him and said “Daddy’s as much of a whore as these faggots. But only if I get yours.” I reached behind and felt Joey’s firm ass, which was also covered in thick, blonde hair. I slipped a finger inside his hole and could feel that someone had already been there, he had at least two loads of sperm already. These boys weren’t messing around, they came to play. I pushed my finger inside Joey and then pulled it out of his hole. It was covered in spunk, so I put it in his mouth and at the same time leaned over for a kiss, so we were licking some stranger’s load out of his ass off my finger. He moaned and momentarily stopped fucking Greg. I pulled away with a huge grin on my face and he laughed and started plowing his cunt again. The cunt moaned in appreciation and mumbled something incoherent about being raped like a whore. I reached down and guided my cock to Adam’s sloppy, leaking pussy and immediately slid my entire fat cock inside his hole in one shove. As soon as the head of my cock entered his hole, he pushed back as hard as he could, groaned loudly and I slapped his ass again. “Remember, next time, faggot. Get. Every. Man’s. Load! I slapped him hard with each final word so the boy would remember. Adam squealed and moaned and said “Yes, Daddy! I promise. Every load from now on!” My cock was buried inside Adam’s hole and I shoved it in another millimeter, sopped moving and felt his cunt throbbing around my dick. So fucking tight, especially considering that the boy had been fucked by so many men tonight. I alternated between jackhammering Adam’s pussy and slowing down so I could reach down and kiss his furry back. After about 20 minutes I could feel the load building up in my nuts. I needed to breed. I needed to shoot my wad in his cunt. The entire time I was fucking him, he was babbling, mostly incoherently, talking about daddy cum and being a good little fag whore. I slapped his ass cheek hard and he squealed loudly, startled. “You want my load, baby boy? Have you been a good little faggot?” “Oh FUCK YES, Daddy! Please give your boy a load! I want to have your babies inside my pussy, Daddy! I need it! I need your sperm!” I kept pounding Adam as hard as I could, and Joey was doing the same to Greg, causing both little fag dumps to moan incoherently with a stream of nasty pig talk. Begging to be raped, begging for cum, begging for piss. I had a feeling they were both going to get all those things and more before the night was over. Finally, about ready to pop my load, I pulled out. Adam swung his head around and yelped as the fat cock pulled out of his cunt. It took him a minute to focus because he was basically living through his hole at that point. I slapped him across the face. “Focus, pig.” He yelped again and said “Yes, Sir! Please breed my cunt, Sir!” “That’s what I wanna hear. I’m not sure you’re ready for this load, are you boy?” He started to moan again and said “Please Daddy! I need your load in my cunt. I’ve gotta have more sperm inside me. Please!” I laughed and slapped him across the face again. He moaned loudly again. “Dirty little fucking fag whore. I started teasing his cunt with my cock again, sticking the head in as I folded his small body in half so I was heavily on top of him.” “Please Daddy. Breed me! Please!” I finally decided I wanted to unload, so I roared and slammed my cock back into his cunt as hard as I could, which actually moved the sofa we were fucking on. It was so loud that all the guys in the room turned to look at us and a couple more stood around the couch, stroking their fat cocks waiting their turn with the faggots. Adam reached up and pinched my tits hard just as I was shooting my load. It had to be at least 7 or 8 volleys of cum, all deep inside his pussy. “Thank you Daddy! Thank you for breeding my sloppy cumdump! Don’t ever take your cock out of my pussy!” I continued pounding his hole until I couldn’t take it anymore, while Joey was moaning loudly and unloading inside his faggot. I pushed the two of them together so Adam and Greg were passionately making out while they were both being inseminated. I finally caught my breath and slowly pulled my cock out of Adam’s hole. A tall, lean, hairy otter type was waiting his turn. “Can I fuck the fag now?” I laughed and knew Adam would love it. He had a long thin cock, with a nice hood of foreskin. I stood up and said “Of course. That’s what his pussy is for. Just one rule.” “What’s that?,” he said. “Gotta dump your load all the way inside the faggot. None of that shooting on the asscheek bullshit. In the cunt and only in the cunt.” He laughed and said “why the fuck would I come on his asscheek? Gotta breed, bro. Gotta breed this faggot.” The otter guy sank his cock all the way in Adam’s cumdump in one push. It wasn’t even midnight and I could tell it was going to be a long, fun night.

Spent a couple of hours at one of the local bookstores; it was mostly quiet, especially for a weekend, and most of the interested guys were only looking for a quick blowjob. Not that there's anything wrong with blowjobs, but that wasn't what I was looking for; I wanted a load being shot inside me. Enter this young-ish (early 20s?) black guy. Cute, and seemed vaguely familiar - I couldn't figure out if I'd hooked up with him before. We made eye contact and started chatting; he thought I looked familiar as well, but we determined we hadn't hooked up before. Finally it clicked, and we recognized each other from work - myself in management, and him as a trainee, we had briefly crossed paths. He had since moved on to another company, but he remembered me. With that mystery out of the way, he pulled out his dick - even soft, it was probably about 6", and he gave me a little cocky smile and said "Well? Suck it, boss." So I did, with gusto. With some oral attention, he hardened up to a very nice size (at my best guesstimate, 8 1/2?) I was disappointed when he fished a condom out of his pocket and told me to stand up and turn around. Well... much as I wanted the load shot inside, I'm not one to turn down a good fuck regardless. He slipped the condom on and, with a fair amount of spit, was able to work his dick up into me, all the way to the base. He fucked me in the booth for a good 5 minutes, when his phone rang. "Fuck, I gotta take this." Must have been important, it sounded like the kind of ringtone you set for set for a "must-take" call. He paused in his thrusting and answered the phone. With his still-hard cock up my hole, I only heard his part of the conversation, which basically amounted to "something which needs handled right this minute." He pulled out, took he condom off, and tossed it into the corner. "Sorry boss, I got to go handle this. How long you gonna be here? I'll try and come back after." I wasn't sure how long I'd be sticking around, but I told him I'd chill here for another hour or so before heading out. He took off to go deal with whatever emergency had come up. I stuck around and sucked another couple of guys off. An hour passed, then another half, and I got ready to take off. I was just about to walk out of the booth area when the door opened and the black dude walked back in. He put a hand on my chest and gently - but insistently - pushed me back against the wall. "Where you going? I still ain't nutted." He turned me around right there, outside of any booths and just a few feet from the swinging door that led into the arcade area, pressing me up against the wall. I could hear his belt unbuckle, his zipper, and the rustle of his pants as he slid them down. There was a brief moment of cool as he smeared some lube on my hole, and I felt his cock push back up into me. No condom this time - you can absolutely feel the difference - and he started fucking me in earnest. A couple of guys looked out of their own booths to watch as this dude had me pinned to the wall and used my ass for his own pleasure. He fucked me like that for maybe 5 minutes, before whispering in my ear "I'm gonna nut up in you, boss man." He bit my shoulder and I could feel his cock pulse as he started pumping his load inside. It took maybe 10 seconds for him to drain his nuts, and I felt every pump. He pulled out, slapped my ass, and said "Damn shame we don't work together anymore." I heard him pull his pants up, fasten his belt, and a few moments later he was gone. Totally worth the wait, though.

Part 5 - On Display James was on all fours on the blanket the instant Martin released his grip. His athletic body stretched into the pose with ease, showing off the tight abs, solid shoulders, and athletically tapered waist. Martin watched him get into position, then Liam dutifully started to popper the young man up. James lifted his ass toward Martin, his balls dangling in the breeze beneath his sweet hole. The hot rush of the poppers rolled through James’ body. It felt like warm, bubbling water rushing through his insides, across his abs, then his ass, down his thighs, and then back along his calves into his feet and toes. His heart was pounding. He started to move his mouth toward Liam’s long dick, but Liam met him halfway, gagging him in his enthusiasm. James was trying to get control of the blow job when he felt the hot, firm pressure against his hole. Martin had generously lubed his hole while blowing him, and his ass was suddenly very hungry for cock. Martin slid all the way inside him, filling him with the heat of raw cock. James heard himself moan around Liam’s dick, and his body filled with immense satisfaction at being taken by both these men. A weird thought flashed in his head – I’m young enough to be either one of their son. That thought excited him further, and he groaned as Liam and Martin fully spit roast him in the dunes. He was in heaven! Martin was enjoying putting on a show. There were seven or eight people watching from close by. James’ hot body was displayed on all fours with he and Liam bookending him. He almost laughed at the thought ‘the creamy middle of the cookie.’ And creamy was exactly how Martin planned to leave James. He started fucking with long, deep strokes, the sound of skin slapping against skin obvious even outdoors. He hadn’t fucked in the dunes in many years – he’d probably been around James’ age –and was feeling the thrill of being watched while he used a hot boy’s ass. A few of the men watching had pulled out their dicks and were jerking off to the live porn. James felt a sharp slap on his ass that sent a lightning bolt through his body, adding to the thrill he was already feeling. He was being pounded outdoors with guys watching! His old boyfriend was controlling and would have been horrified to see him showing off his body for others, let alone being fucked. Martin’s raw cock was intoxicating, making him feel so full and energized. He felt the hot hardness gliding in and out of his waiting ass, the bigger thrusts pushing him deeper onto Liam’s dick in his mouth. He was trying not to choke, and was hoping to get Liam’s dick out of his mouth, but Liam had put it back in each time. James knew he had lost control of the situation, and that turned him on. He had Martin’s raw cock in his ass, and started craving his load. He wanted Martin to leave part of himself inside when he was done. I know I shouldn’t – he’s poz. But he’s already bred me this week, so what does another load matter? But because of Liam’s cock stuffed in his mouth, he couldn’t tell Martin how much wanted his load again. Martin buried his dick deep inside James’ velvety ass, then pulled out and started shifting his legs from kneeling to get on his feet and crouch behind the young piece of ass. James sat back a little, using the moment to escape from Liam’s cock in his mouth, and look back at Martin. Martin saw a pleading in those young eyes. “What do you need, James? What is it you really, REALLY want right now?” James was breathing heavily. “I want you to load my ass!” “Fuck yeah, boy. You need my poz load inside you.” “I really need it!” Martin looked down at James’ waiting hole, “I can feel your ass begging for it.” Martin thrust forward, hard, burying his dick deep. James winced and grunted, but did not shy away or try to escape the sudden penetration. He arched his back, making his ass more available to the older top. Martin grinned maliciously and mounted him from above; James grunted and moaned as Martin drilled his ass in a new way. “Fuck yeah, you’re gonna be pozzed in front of all these guys.” James felt another thrill go through him. He was being used in public. He never thought he would be into this – he may have even been judgy about it in the past. But now that he was on display and being used for everyone’s pleasure, he understood the addiction. He felt Martin’s cock drilling into his ass, the head banging against his prostate. He was bucking backward to claim every inch of Martin. Martin felt the rush going through his body as he pounded ass, the pressure building again inside his cock. He could feel their audience’s anticipation. Finally he let it go, his toxic juices spewing deep into that hot young ass. He let out a sorta bellow mixed with grunts as he kept pumping his dick in the tight hole, and he could see his own cock lathered in his seed. His legs trembled a bit as his upper body spasmed. He let his dick slip out as he took a step back and stood up, stretching his screaming leg muscles. He watched as James collapsed into a half-curled position, his ass still raised to the air, panting from his own exertion. Martin grabbed both ass cheeks and spread them wide; the young hole was lathered in cream. James rolled onto his side, looking up at Martin. “Oh my gawd. That was amazing.” He was still breathing heavy. “I didn’t want it to stop it was so good.” “You’re not done yet,” Liam said from the side, stepping onto the blanket and kneeling in front of James. He was stroking his long cock, slicking it with fresh lube. “You have at least one more load to take.” He looked at the crowd gathered round them. “Any takers?” Liam asked the crowd. A bit of panic started to seize James. “I will,” came a familiar voice. Kenneth stepped up, his dick hard and curved upward. “Roger’s not the only one who can fuck bare,” he said quietly, probably more so to himself, as he knelt down on the blanket. James felt himself rolled onto his back by Liam’s strong arms. He was still riding the emotional high from Martin, and the world felt somewhat surreal to him in the moment. He was aware the older blonde was repositioning him on the blanket, but wasn’t sure what to do about it. He felt the cool glass of a small bottle shoved into his nostril and the other one being pinched off. “Take a good, long hit. Just do it,” Liam commended. A renewed rush was just begun to fill him when he saw Kenneth between his legs and the familiar pressure of a hard cock at his hole. I don’t think I want this, he thought, but the unformed words disappeared from his lips as Kenneth stimulated his prostate. A small whimper was all the sound he made. James was flat on his back, looking up at the sky; oddly he realized he was still wearing sunglasses. “Just relax,” Martin said from somewhere beside him. “This is what you want.” Kenneth plunged his dick down into the waiting hole. He signed deeply, satisfied that he was going to have the younger man’s ass after all. Kenneth fucked James with a steady rhythm. His style was noticeably different than Martin’s and lacked any of the thrilling energy. It was pleasurable, but nothing amazing. Still James moaned softly, Kenneth’s cock starting to feel better in his hole than it first had. He looked down the length of his body, seeing Kenneth is a slightly new way. His body was decent looking, with some hair across his pecs and running down to his bellybutton. His moppy hair fell in his eyes as he fucked. He started to move his pelvis side to side, his cock moving at new angles inside James. “You like my dick?” “Yeah,” James replied without thinking. It’s not a bad fuck. It just doesn’t compare with Martin. Kenneth began fucking faster, sitting up straighter and pulling James with him into a slightly awkward position where his legs with perpendicular to the ground. James was still aware he was being fucked outdoors with onlookers, and that kept him sexually stimulated and wanting more. “I’m gonna breed your ass!” Kenneth declared and fucked faster for about 30 seconds before unloading into James. He thrusts were short and punctuated by hard breaths, which subsided quickly. Kenneth pulled out and stepped away a moment later. James felt his chest being massaged. “I imagine that was disappointing after my cock,” Martin said softly into his ear. “Where’d you go?” “I was here. He just jumped in really fast.” Martin leaned in and kissed him softly, then more deeply. James settled into the kiss and ran a hand across the older Brit’s impressive chest. “You looked so hot getting fucked.” “By you or him?” “Yes,” Martin grinned. “Liam wants to take you next. I want to see him mount you.” He stroked James’ cheek. “You want that too, don’t you?” Martin was irresistible. “Yeah, I do,” James answered.

So I really enjoy playing with guys who are passed out drunk, drugged, or just exhausted. This has a edge of non consensual it’s to it, but often it’s rediscussed. But at an party if a guy takes a G-Nap, I think there is a implied consent. What are your thoughts?

I'm a loser right and I've love to hang around with cocky alpha males. I was on a night out with Jake, slim, twinky, shredded body with amazing abs and blonde hair. We're both 24. We were at the club when he spied this beefy muscular bear. I know how it goes - this is the point where I get dropped. The bear came over and was like "I'm Darren, want a drink". They danced for a bit and I sat at the bar and had a few drinks - as ever noone noticed me. Maybe it is because I am super skinny. At the end of the night Jake came over, I was surprised as normally when he pulls he just leaves . He said "Darren thinks I could cuck you, make you watch as we fuck - up for it". I knew it wouldn't help my self esteem but it made my dick hard and I was drunk so said "yeh, sounds hot". We got a taxi back to Darren's and Jake sucked him off for a bit. Eventually Darren said "time to breed you with my toxic cock". At this point I noticed his rock hard cock was like a beer can - so long and thick. My cock got rock solid but Jake was not as keen. "Hold off - your toxic - you never mentioned that". Darren said "you never asked and besides most twinks like you don't care". Jake replied "well I'm not most twinks - I am staying clean and I ALWAYS use condoms". Darren said "well one of you is taking me raw tonight and I don't care which but Jake - you wanted fucked and you're gonna get it - anyway you're cock is solid, you want it". Darren handed us both poppers each and we sniffed greedily. "Tell me you don't want fucked". Jake was silent. Darren turned to me and said "you've always wanted Jake". I nodded my head. "How bad". I said I'd do anything. At this Darren threw me a condom and I put it on confused. He turned to Jake saying "how about we let this sub lad be your human condom - I wanna wreck him"....

Went to my favorite porno store yesterday. The treasure chest in Portland maine. It's a pretty small but sleazy kind of place. Set myself up in a booth. just starting to settle in when a guy opened the door. He was an older guy with a big beer belly kind of rough looking. with him was a very young looking African man. They were a couple. I invited them in and they came in. I told him I'd suck their dicks and that if they wanted they could fuck me. the daddy turned to the young black man and said you want to fuck him. The African man said yes. I started out by sucking both of them. Daddy had a short 5-in but nice hard cock. His African buddy had a nice fat probably seven or 8-in cock. I started out sucking both of them. Alternating between them. I got the African guys big beautiful cock all slicked up. I spit in my hand a couple of times and lubed up my ass. then I leaned up against the wall stuck my ass out and begged him to fuck me. He didn't waste any time. He's stood behind me and put that cock at the opening of my hole. He started gently rocking against my hole. A nice rhythm. Deeper and deeper every time. Soon he was balls deep in my ass. His daddy was standing beside him encouraging him. Telling him to fuck my ass. Asking if he was enjoying that nice white ass. I was just moaning like a bitch in heat. Leaning down sucking Daddy's cock. Standing up and pushing my ass hard against the black dick up my hole. At one point daddy sat on the bench. he unlocked the door to the booth and pushed it open a little. Another guy looked in . Hot clean shaven bear like dude. I invited the new guy in between my moans. He asked if I was enjoying that black cock at my ass. I told him it was the best fuck I've had in years. Told him the guy was in me bareback. His face lit up and he thought that was really cool. I leaned down and sucked the new guy's cock while the black guy continued to pound my hole. Daddy and the new guy started encouraging the black guy to come up my ass. And I started begging him to breed me. The black guy's cock slipped out of my ass and the new guy reached down to fondle it a little bit. I took that minute to turn and impale myself on the new guys fat 6-in bone. I rocked back and forth on him for a couple of minutes and then he pulled out and the black guy shoved his cock back into my hole. At that point the black guy was panting. He was ready to come. I begged him to breed me to fill my ass with cum. The new guy stepped out and a couple minutes later the black guy flooded my hole with the jizz. The black guy and I took a minute to catch our breath. Daddy was tucking himself away. After that the black guy and his daddy left. I thanked them for the hot load. After they left the bear came back in. He whipped out his cock and I got down that started sucking him again. He asked if the guy loaded me. I said yes. He moaned said that was really hot. So I turned around and impaled myself on his cock again. This time he grabbed my hips and plunged into my hole for just a minute or so. Then he added his seed to the mix. He was a come-and-done guy. he wrapped up and ran out of the room before I could even say thank you. I sat back and waited for a little while longer hoping to get another load. I'm that kind of selfish pig. Nobody else came in but I left satisfied and full of jiZz.

I love comparing these kind of notes 😈 Public toilets - too many times to list. Public parks - ditto In a Pub toilet Next to the Pub in the car park. Alley way behind shopping centre. Service yard of an industrial estate Bent over the bonnet of my car parked in a layby just as rush hour was starting. In the back of a taxi parked next to the pavilion entrance for Bristol zoo. (It was the taxi driver) In an underpass under the local ringroad, it was at night so not quite so exposed. In a churchyard On a golf course. In the dunes on the beach. Under the pier. Motorway service station toilets and car park. Backstage at a certain music festival that rhymes with asstonbury 😉 At the gym. In the gym sauna. In the showers at the swimming pool. Fuck now I start listing these I think I might really be a slut! 😱

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My last time in public was the back seat of a grindr hookups car back in January on the first of the month. Live on a corner lot and had him pull up beside the house and hopped in initially just for some quick car head but after a but of sucking him off and him playing with my ass he said he wanted to fuck me, so I just hopped on him and starting riding him raw, begging for his load and after a good 15m or so he busted in me. Went back in to find my roomie had come home early and was relaxing on the back porch just out of sight of where the guy had parked. Dont know if she saw him at all or if she did if she knew I was in the car riding someone's cock. Either way shes a massive slut too and wouldn't have cared if she knew it was just me getting some dick lol.

He's in Australia.

I'm not into condoms when I top. But I'll fuck some safe only guys. I usually pressure them into taking my dick raw. Sometimes it works but sometimes he doesn't relent and I have to wrap up. My favorite hookups are the guys who keep condoms out on their nightstands. I just go in raw without asking and my bottom starts begging for my load.

Poz, on meds, undetectable.

I service a lot of married men in my area so they definitely don’t want me to see their face and I love having their babies inside me

Nuances of the top and bottoms conversations and remarks. Many times the music track overshadows the vocal exchange between the players. Hearing the bottom softly say "cum in me", "breed me", "harder", "faster", "hurt me" are real turn ons for me to hear. Hearing what the top is whispering in to the bottom's ear or his comments as he in rimming his hole are also big turn ons. For me, the addition of music can be very distracting and annoying if not mixed properly.

I came up never using them and was surprised the first time a guy asked about it. I just assumed they were to keep you from knocking a girl up. It was a learning moment and I learned I don’t like using one and I don’t like a guy fucking me with one on. If a guy wants me to use one I typically move on if I can’t talk him out of it. If a guy wants to wrap to fuck me I make it clear I’m cool for it raw and try and talk them out of it, but if I want it I’ll get fucked cause a dicks a dick, but it’s so unsatisfying. I still remember the last time a guy was adamant I wrap to fuck him. It was in my truck and a really cute younger guy. He was face down and I pulled off the condom and kept it in my hand...came inside of him too. I pulled out and acted like I’d pulled off the condom and tossed it out the window before he could see there was no cum inside it. He fell for it and apparently couldn’t tell I came inside him.

I second GC (pretty wild). Within 10 min of checking in to my hotel, the receptionist had his big uncut Spanish cock up my hole.

I love it when a top tells me he’s fucking my poz ass and gonna load me up. Doesn’t matter if he’s neg or poz at that point. As long as he’s telling me he’s making my ass his

I enjoyed this one: [think before following links] https://gay.bingo/video/156759141

I swallowed my first post covid19 load, yesterday. I'm finally fully vaccinated. So, I posted an ad on Doublelist yesterday, stating that I wanted to suck off a str8 guy. I got a reply from a guy that said he was str8, and had been sucked off by a few guys before. He told me that I could suck him, but he would not reciprocate. And he said he was very verbal and aggressive. I drove to his home. We went to his bedroom and I sucked him off. It only took about 10 minutes. But, it sure was hot. He was indeed very verbal. Very aggressive. His cock was soft when I began to suck. He quickly grew to a rock hard 6"s and very thick. He did pinch my nipples, which drives me wild. Then when he began to cum, he pushed the back of my head onto his cock and came as I choked on his dick. It was sure great to taste cum again, after close to a year. This cock whore is back!

This past Saturday night I broke my previous load record of 17! I started off at the gay bar that also has a darkroom. I was only wearing a Andrew Christian singlet with a jock strap back exposing my ass. I pre lubed my hole and bent over a stool in the darkroom. It wasn’t long before I felt a cock entering my willing slut ass. It didn’t take long for him to shoot his load. As he pulled out another guy immediately plunged his cock up my cunt. I ended up collecting 3 anonymous loads there and then headed off to the sex club. The sex club has 2 darkrooms and I usually go back and forth between the rooms. Still wearing my singlet with my ass hanging out and 3 loads already pumped in me, I took a couple deep hits of poppers and went to the third floor darkroom. I climbed up on the fuck horse and spread my ass cheeks ready for the next cock. My ass is pretty popular there because I take all cocks and loads. It didn’t take long for guys to start taking turns fucking and breeding my slut hole. After taking 8 cocks and loads I needed to take a break to stretch and pee. I then headed down to the first floor darkroom already carrying 11 loads of cum in my ass! I felt my way along the wall until I found a place to bend over. By now my hole was lubed up with plenty of cum and ready for more. Guys quickly found my cum filled cunt and started fucking and pumping more cum in me. I got 6 more cocks and loads up my ass in that darkroom. My total load count now was 17, tying my all time record! I took another break and decided to go back up to the third floor darkroom. I needed one more load in my ass to break my record. I climbed back up on the fuck horse with cum leaking out of my wrecked cunt. Two more guys took turns on my ass pumping more cum in me. By now I was pumped full carrying 19 loads. I got off the fuck horse as cum was running down my legs. I bent over another bench and two more guys fucked my sloppy hole as more cum sloshed out of my cumdump cunt. That was 21 loads total and I set my new record! I went to my locker to put on my tights and decided to take my cum filled, wrecked ass home and let all the cum absorb into my slut bod. I’ll have to rest up for Cumunion this Wednesday. Who knows, maybe another record will be set!!

You need to get on your knees, with an empty stomach and have a man that will patiently, but firmly guide you to start opening your throat - this means you will gag, your eyes will water and you will want to pull away but you need to face that you are an oral face pussy in denial. You will choke and beg but when you surrender the muscle to open he can fuck it, use it, bond with you and ultimately deposit his seed down your faggot throat. This will fix your fear and you will have men bouncing their fat wet cocks on your throat pussy in no time. No more excuses.

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In the morning I woke up a bit confused at first and then saw Darren's big hairy body next to me and suddenly remembered. To my surprise rather than being angry about what happened I immediately got massively hard. Darren's powerful cock felt intense inside me and filled me in a way I had never experienced before. The poz cum inside me reminded me I belonged to a real man - a dominant. Darren began to stir and getting thicker and longer. The poz snake was back. I started to suck it carefully hoping he would not mind and he stirred and moaned "yeh, good boy, take daddy's cock". At this I climbed on and eased it into my ass fucking myself on the poz weapon. I leant across and whispered in Darren's ear "make me yours sir". Jake woke up and was like "woah man, you've done enough you don't need to take any more dirty seed". I kept fucking myself on Darren's cock and said "sir, I'm already converting to you! I want to be your sub! I love your cock". Darren flung me off his cock and face down on the bed. He rammed his cock back into me and pounded intensely. He shouted "tell me what you want" and I screamed "poz cum sir, YOUR poz cum" and with that he growled and pushed his cock into me fully and spurted filling me with his toxins. Jake was astonished and said "why did you take more dirty cum, don't tell me you like it?". I replied to look at Darren, how muscular he is, how hairy, how big his cock is and I said "can you imagine such a meaty cock filling you - it is intense. And his poz cum marks me out as his lad". Darren said "that's right boy, you belong to me now and I will always be inside you whats your name anyway?. I replied it was Dave. We showered each other, Darren slipped me his number and we headed off. On the way home Jake asked so many questions about me taking poz cum and even began to ask about what having such a big cock in me felt like. The next Saturday Jake texted me to ask if wanted to go back down the club but I replied I couldn't as I'd arranged with Darren to spend the evening and the night together. Jake said I must be hungry for that cock. Darren fucked me slowly and tenderly saying we were becoming one. I felt so safe like I belonged in his arms. We drifted off to sleep but were awoken by a text at 3am from Jake saying he was so drunk and was really horny and could he watch Darren and I fuck if we did it again that night. Darren chuckled and said "sure". When Jake arrived Darren said "why don't you both kneel on the ground and kiss this massive snake like good little pups. We both hungrily did as we were told. Darren said to Jake" you loved having Dave's cock in you last week and I've made him rock hard - this could be your last chance before my seed takes hold". He threw us the poppers and we hungrily sniffed. Jake said he needed me and I put on a condom as I knew Jake loved them and slid my cock into Jakes hole. Jake sniffed some more poppers and stop a moment and I pulled out. He sniffed yet again, rolled the condom off me and backed onto my cock saying "its my only chance to feel you raw before Darren converts you". We fucked passionately for about half an hour until I shot my last neg load into Jake's hole and we kissed more. Despite having shot a big load with me inside him Jake was still hard - he said "wow raw feels so good - just a pity I can't take Darren's monster". Darren stood behind Jake hugging him with his raw cock against his hole and wispered "who says you can't".

Difficult to explain how hot it is. But my cock gets hard just thinking of it.

I’m a good-looking 26-year-old, 5’11”, 175 lbs., nice smooth body, I work out and it shows too. Unfortunately, I am a sex addict with very little to no ability to control my urges. I also have fantasies that I love to turn into reality. Of course, most of these fantasies require having willing partners. I also love anonymous sex, you know, very little words exchanged, just pure sex. This means that I spend a lot of time online looking for people who want to help me turn my fantasies into reality. I also have roommates, which makes things a little more difficult, but more interesting also, especially since I’m not out and my roommates have no idea that I like to have sex with men. For some time now, I have been contacting men trying to lure them to my house. I’m very explicit in terms of what I’m looking for. I tell the guy that I’m looking to get fucked, nothing else, just fucked in the ass. Then I tell them that I want for them to arrive at my house, come to the side door, get undressed, lube up their cocks, then come down into the basement, where they would find me, naked, lubed, and ready, with a butt plug in my ass, making it nice and ready for fucking. All they need to do is to remove the butt plug and go for it. It is not easy to find men who are willing to show up at a stranger’s house and go down to his basement basically naked with a hard, lubed dick, so I had decided I would have to lower my standards and just go with anyone who would be willing. My story starts when I contacted this guy last Friday. His profile sounded real hot. He said he was 6’3”, 210 lbs., with lots of muscle, etc. Just my type! I told him of my fantasy and he thought it was hot and agreed to meet me that night. As we continued to chat, I told him I wanted everything to be safe and he agreed. He lived close by, so, at the predetermined time, I went downstairs and waited for his arrival. I heard the door upstairs open, then I heard noises that indicated that my visitor was getting himself ready. As promised, I was downstairs, on all fours, waiting for him to come down and start fucking me. I left lube and condoms upstairs for him to use as he got himself ready. After a couple of minutes, my dick was hard with anticipation, and lots of precum already oozing down and dripping on the floor. My friend finally came downstairs and I could see him from the corner of my eye (the basement lights were turned off, only a dimmed light partially lit the place. From what I could see, this guy was as good looking as he described himself to be. He had a nice thin waist, a big hairy chest and thick legs. His hard cock looked bigger than the 8 inches he had described it to be, and it seemed to be very thick. I didn’t move, and waited for him to lower himself behind me. After he positioned himself behind me, he proceeded to remove the butt plug from my well-lubricated hole. He was gentle and had the butt plug removed in no time. He then moved closer to me and started to insert his thick head into my waiting hole. I couldn’t believe just how horned up I was. My fantasy was finally coming true, and with one hot dude! His first strokes were gentle, but as soon as he realized that my ass had already been plucked by the butt plug, his strokes intensified. As we had discussed, our intent was to get him off as quickly as possible, neither one of us was looking to put on a show. This was strictly about him getting off. It was all about him and his pleasure; and by the way he was fucking me, he knew that and he was making sure that so did I. He kept fucking deep and hard with that big meat of his and I could feel some of the lube dripping off my ass as he plowed his cock in then almost all the way out of my hole then all the way in again. I then reached over to touch his cock and balls. That is when I noticed that he didn’t seem to be wearing rubbers, even though we agreed that everything was going to be safe only. I couldn’t believe what he was doing! I felt helpless, there was little what I could do. I had roommates upstairs, which meant I couldn’t cause a scene. I tried to move away but his had a strong grip around my waist and I couldn’t really go anywhere. He knew I noticed about the lack of rubbers, which only intensified his grip around my waist. His pounding also intensified and I thought he was getting close to cumming and filling my ass with his cum. I whispered to him asking him to pull out and put on a rubber. He kept pounding, totally fucking me exactly the way I had envisioned. His only response was that he didn’t see any rubbers upstairs and that my ass was so good he wasn’t going to pull out. I begged him to put on a rubber or at least to pull out before he came. He said “sure” and went on giving me the best fuck of my life! A couple of seconds later, I felt his rhythm change and once again I tried to escape his grip while I begged him once more to pull out. He didn’t! I felt his cock literally grow inside of me, as he began to flood me with him cum. Spurt after spurt of cum filled my guts as he kept his masculine hands around my waist – in charge and in control, exactly the way I had fantasized! I was so scared but so turned on, I couldn’t believe it! After he finished, he reinserted the butt plug into me and left me there. After he left, I went back upstairs, as I removed the butt plug from my sore hole, this big wad of cum fell to the bathroom floor. I couldn’t believe the amount and couldn’t even imagine how much of his hot cum was still floating inside of me! I went back online, still in a daze, not knowing what to do. I then saw him online. He thanked me for a great fuck and wanted to know when he could come back for more. I told him how scared I was for what he had done. He told me he gave me exactly what I was asking for and told me he was chatting with another guy and told this other guy about me and that if I wanted for him to come back and do me again that I would have to let this other guy do me THAT night! I gave it some thought and decided to go for it, after all, my new friend was too hot, too good looking to pass, and he knew exactly what I wanted. I accepted his terms and not too much later this other guy showed up and fucked me good. It didn’t take him long to deposit another load in me. Afterwards I decided I couldn’t do that again. I can’t see myself letting another guy drop his load in my ass like I did that night. I have been avoiding my fucker friend, as I know I will not be able to resist his advances!

I see so many bottoms responding to this thread and it is clear there’s a difference between the subs and the regular bottoms. I don’t hook up with gay bottoms. They always instructing the or tops on how they want to get fucked and have their little “rules” and such. I have no patience for any of that. men I hook up with are submissive bottoms. They know their place. They know they exist to give me lemasure and take my loads. “No” is not something I want to hear. Everyone else has a right to do what they want. I do too and it is all agreed to beforehand. I for one would never ever pull out. My swimmers need to be deposited inside the sub.

Part 3 – What’s In A Name? The next two days were rainy, so we all stuck around the house. James had returned home early the morning after his encounter with Martin. He googled his celebrity crush, talking incessantly with each of us throughout the day about Martin’s accomplishments. There was no secret of the fact he and Martin had left the A-House together, having walked by several of our friends as they headed to Martin’s. James found some pics of Martin in his younger modeling days, and promotional shots from more recent years. James swooned over these. While he shared with me some aspects of their encounter, adding that they had fucked again in the early hours of the morning before James left. The second encounter sounded more brief and tender, with James waking to the sensation of Martin sliding inside him. He omitted that Martin was poz and that he had bred him, though he did share that they had barebacked both times. James was clearly still star struck by Martin. He texted him several times that day, but Martin was working on a project that was due soon, and chose to use the rainy days as motivation to hunker down and finish. We filled both days with our friends and food, and even a bike ride in the rain. We clubbed both nights, sloshing through the streets, and skipping any late night pizza. Tuesday the weather flipped and was gorgeous. We were heading out to the local pools for the day, having connected with some other friends who were also in town. James opted to hang at the condo reading and having some quiet time. We planned to all meet for dinner later that night. I went to one of the pools with a smattering of friends, having lunch and a bevy of cocktails. Around 2:30 I decided I’d had enough sun and was gonna head out for a bike ride. Tea Dance would be quiet today, so I wouldn’t mind biking later in the day. I walked back to the condo to grab my bike and throw on my sneakers. I walked in the condo and headed up toward our bedroom to change quickly. There was an odd tension in the house, and I heard noises from the bedroom. I slowed my approach and crept quietly to the half open door. I was surprised to find James naked inside, straddling another guy. It took me a moment to place the face because he was partially obscured by James’ upper body, but then I recognized him. He was one of the people Martin had introduced us to in the club the first night. Edgar, I believe his name was. He was a handsome Brazilian living on the West Coast who did some acting and modeling, though it was mostly smaller stuff. He and James had clearly reconnected since meeting in the bar. I tried to be inconspicuous while watching. James was straddling Edgar’s midsection, with Edgar’s dick standing straight up and between James’ ass cheeks, the two slowly grinding. Edgar held a bottle of poppers to James’ nose, and he took a long hit followed by a second one. Edgar’s cock was thick and veiny, probably eight inches long. It had a slight bend to it, and got quite girthy in the middle. It disappeared beneath James who was starting to grind his hole against it. James felt the warm rush of the poppers fill his body. He became keenly aware of Edgar’s impressive dick against his ass, and he moved so he had better access to it. He’d seen the pics on Grindr, but they didn’t prepare you for the real deal. He felt the shaft as it now lay against Edgar’s abs, feeling the hot skin brushing against his own hole. He closed his eyes and focused on the sweet sensation, his hands resting on Edgar’s chest as he ground against that cock. He’d spent the past half hour worshiping Edgar’s fat cock. They’d connected on Grindr a couple hours ago, and it wasn’t long before Edgar was at the door with plans for a walk together out to the breakwater. Edgar had arrived faster than James expected, and he had to answer the door wearing just a pair of shorts. Plans for a walk quickly changed to making out in the kitchen, then moving upstairs to the shower. James had spent a half hour worshipping on his knees in front of the latino god before Edgar had him stand up and turn around in the shower. He would have taken James then and there, but James’ ass was too tight and the shower gel wasn’t sufficient lube. Now James was straddling Edgar, nervously anticipating their second try. The poppers worked their magic over James while Edgar pumped some lube into his hand, reached beneath the younger man’s ass, and lubed both the grinding cock and ass. James sighed deeply as the movements became more fluid with the lubricant. Edgar pressed his cock upward, the head searching beneath James for its target. Edgar felt the divot where James’ hole was hiding, letting the younger man’s body weight press him on the waiting cock. James gasped as a jolt went through his prostate. He instinctively started to press his weight onto it, feeling his hole begin to open and stretch. Edgar’s voice soothed him, “That’s it, baby. Let it inside you.” I watched as James reached back, guiding Edgar’s cock to the right angle. Slowly and steadily Edgar’s cock disappeared inside James. I heard James gasp as the girthy middle of the shaft spread his hole wider, and he paused to let the sharp spasm pass. “That’s it, baby. Take your time. There’s a lot of cock there to take.” James started to descend further on the shaft until it completely disappeared inside him. He rested there, leaning his head back and moaning. Then he leaned forward and kissed Edgar. As they made out, Edgar raised his knees so his feet were flat against the bed, and he slowly began moving his hips in a gentle circular motion. I heard James moan as Edgar opened his further, relaxing his sphincter for more pleasure. James began to ride the massive cock, whimpering and gasping at times as he tentatively descended onto it. “Fuck that’s huge! It keeps getting bigger!” “You’re fine, baby,” Edgar soothed, now running his hands across James muscled pecs. His voice was a deep baritone with a mild accent. James was starry eyed again, entranced by Edgar’s accent and celebrity status. Edgar was guaranteed success the moment he showed up at the door. Sexual energy radiated off of him. “You wanted my big cock. Ride it like a bitch!” James leaned back, arching his back slightly as he braced his arms against the bed. He let out a long moan as he fully impaled himself on Edgar’s Brazilian meat. He began working his hips and slowly raising himself up and down on the long shaft. “That’s it. Work my cock with that ass. Show me what you’ve got, bitch!” James began bouncing on Edgar’’s cock, driving it balls deep inside himself, feeling the thick hardness filling him. Edgar groaned with pleasure. “Fuck that ass feels good.” He opened his eyes and admired the younger guy impaling himself on his cock. He was hot! Edgar had been getting ready to go to the beach when this guy hit him up on Grindr. Apparently they’d met a few nights ago through Martin, but he didn’t really remember, and still wasn’t sure of his name. But this guy had the package — hot body, hot face, and big dick. Turns out he has an amazing ass, too, which he’d given up fast enough. The guy was still arched backward, his own dick sticking straight up, bouncing off his abs as he rode. Edgar watched the sculpted body riding him, the abs flexing as he worked his ass, his cock loving the hot depths of this guy’s ass. “That’s it. Massage my cock with that ass. Work it! Work for that cock.” This guy’s ass work was amazing, and Edgar felt felt his dick flexing in response. But it was time for a change of position so he could really satisfy his cock. When the guy lifted himself off his cock for a break, Edgar made his next move. Edgar flipped the guy around and onto all fours, his ass perfectly displayed in front of him. He parted the checks and gazed at the hole he had been fucking. Edgar could feel the guy’s hunger. He admired the hole another moment, fingering it, feeling his own cock get harder. He loved probing a hot guy’s ass, and this one was intensely willing. “Look at that hungry hole,” he whispered. The guy was taking another hit of the poppers, and Edgar used that moment to align his raw cock with the waiting hole. He slid inside with a smooth thrust, and started fucking that hot ass. Each thrust was rewarded with “ah!” from the guy, which inspired Edgar to drive harder. He grabbed the guy by the waist and started fucking him with a faster rhythm, his own balls slapping beneath that hungry hole. He looked down and watched his long cock gliding in and out. Without stopping, he reached over to his phone sitting on the nightstand and began recording his cock working that ass. “Yeah, bitch, ride that Brazilian cock.” He took longer strokes for the camera, capturing the length of his slicked cock as it slide in and out. The younger guy was moaning like a little bitch. “Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum soon! You’re gonna get pozzed. You want that poz load, don’t you? Don’t you?” The guy was grunting hard, but lifted his head enough to say,”Oh fuck yeah! Poz my hole!” Edgar tossed the phone aside, knowing it would be a hot video, and focused on his final pleasure. His balls were feeling very warm, and the pressure inside was building. He was gonna spurt soon. “This load is going in you, bitch!” Edgar pushed his hungry bottom onto his stomach, plunging his dick deep inside as his cock was aching for release. He was vaguely aware of the guy’s whimpering and begging as he was pounding hard, but he was really wrapped up in his own pleasure. Edgar raised his head, feeling the strain in his body as he pounded his Grindr trick’s hole. He held his breath without missing a stroke. When he released his breath, his cock erupted in that amazing hole. Edgar felt his poz load gush, filling the guy even as his pulsating dick was bathed in it. Edgar grunted and spasmed as he tried to force himself to keep thrusting until his body was simply spent. He collapsed onto top of the guy he’d just bred. I was still watching from the hallway when Edgar drove James into a spread eagle and seèded him. James was lost in the fucking he was taking, and odd mix of whimpering and grunting as Edgar pounded and bred him. They laid there for just a couple minutes before Edgar rolled off of James back and stood up. He started dressing although James was still laying there spread eagle with a cum-filled hole. I slipped into another bedroom as Edgar finished dressing. Edgar found his shirt and pulled it on, tucked his phone into his shorts, and reached over to slap the guy’s upturned ass. “Thanks man,” he said as he started to leave the room, uncertain what the guy’s name had been. I’ve already been here longer than I planned, he thought. He exited the house and walked to where he’d left his bike. It was time for the beach and swim after his afternoon fuck. James lay there another minute before he rolled himself on his back,, bending one leg for stability. His body was tingling, and he felt incredible, even thoughEdgar had made a hasty exit before James came. He didn’t like fuck-and-go’s and was hoping they would still go for a walk afterward. He laid there somewhat stunned, somewhat surprised by the quick exit, and still feeling incredibly sexy. He ran his hands over his chest and abs, then reached down to his hole. He could feel. The warm cum covering his hole. Edgar had bred him. The thought was both frightening and thrilling. He never took loads, but here was his second one this week. What was happening? After Martin had bred him, he told. Himself he wouldn’t bareback again. It was too stressful afterward. But here he was, a fresh load in him, and he was feeling incredibly horny because of it. After Edgar left the house, I crept back downstairs. I pulled out my phone and fired up Grindr and Scruff. There was Edgar’s profile, within 50 feet. The pics mostly looked professionally taken. If I hadn’t seen Edgar in person, I’d have thought this was a fake profile. His pics were awesome and displayed his toned body. I wonder if he ever did porn early on. I was feeling horny thinking about him banging James upstairs in our bed. James was becoming a little star fucker this week! I scrolled through his bio. 6’1”, 40 years old, single. My breath caught for a second. Edgar’s profile said he was poz. James must’ve seen that. I tugged at my cock in my shorts, feeling it’s stiffness. James had taken another poz load.

This is one of my fav reads. I come back to it all the time. Same with: [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/61394-curious-in-sin-city-forced-in-vegas/?tab=comments#comment-643073 [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/35565-face-down-ass-up-anonymous-loads/?tab=comments#comment-394100

Chapter II. We played the next couple of days more than we had in a while, and each time, I bagged up and lasted longer. It was like our former passionate fuckfests were back again. It felt like his hole was looser than it had been in a while too. We fucked daily, and I shot big loads nightly into those condoms. I even got a dildo, a good three inches longer than my cock, and I worked it in his hole before fucking him. He was steadily getting looser. Towards the end of the week, I asked if he was going to see about getting some hung dick to open him up more than the dildo could. He blushed and confessed that Brad had been fucking him every day over their lunch break. I ate his ass and worked the new dildo into his hole as he told me about his weekday sessions. My boy’s story was so hot that I put on a condom, and slid inside, slowly fucking him so as not to cum too soon. My boy told me that during lunch on Monday, Brad had bent him over his desk and pulled his pants down. He was so hot to fuck my boy again that he didn’t even fully undress! In fact, he was in such a hurry that he nearly forgot to put on a condom. My boy had to remind him that he was there to get his hole stretched, not to take loads. My boy continued his story as I played with his hole. I loved how loose he stretched-out hole felt on my bagged-up cock. I’d work a finger inside my boy along my dick as he went on. My boy moaned as he described Tuesday’s session. Brad railed him in the warehouse, safely wrapped with an XL rubber. Another worker stumbled on them and watched the whole thing. After Brad pulled out, the worker asked if he could join in their next lunchtime session. I recognized the name of the warehouse worker, Adam, as being one of the foremen, and I knew he was tall and muscular from seeing him at holiday parties. That Wednesday, Adam watched as Brad lubed my boy up and fucked him, safely. Adam got close and held my boy’s cheeks apart for Brad to fuck. When Brad came in the condom, Adam pulled it off and drizzled his POZ seed into my boy’s opened hole, and slid in raw, lubed up with Brad’s cum as fucked it into my boy, filling him with his own seed. He inseminated my boy. After that, they decided that condoms wouldn’t be needed again. That night, I’d fucked their loads deeper into my boy’s guts without knowing it. My boy told me that he felt safe taking loads, with me rubbered-up it wasn’t like he was putting me at risk. His slimy stretched out pussy felt amazing, even through my condom. Brad and Adam repeated the rawfucking feat on Thursday, skipping condoms altogether, both Brad and Adam breeding him after taking turns coring out my boy’s recently tight hole. And now, Thursday night, here I was churning those loads in my boy’s guts with my own safe cock. I couldn’t help but shoot a huge load into the rubber reservoir. My boy poured my cum into his gooey hole and fingered himself, suggested I visit for some extra special lunchtime activities. I made sure to clear my schedule for the following afternoon. On Friday, Brad’s partner visited to bring lunch. I’d hadn’t met Jim before, but had heard he was just as hung as Brad. As he shook my hand, I shuddered when I saw the red biohazard tattoo back of his right hand. I knew Jim was just as POZ as his partner. My boy had reserved the conference room, and Jim had brought along some toys. Adam stripped my boy down and handed me a box of condoms with a wink, saying, ‘These are just for you.’ Brad bent my boy over the table as Jim lubed up an obscenely big dildo. He worked in into my boy’s hole as Adam kept his cheeks spread wide. I couldn’t help but jerk off, seeing these three guys open up my boy, his hairy pussy on display for us all to see. Brad smiled at me explaining, ‘We big guys want to last a few minutes too.’ Stretching him out helped them enjoy their bare fucks longer before getting their nut too. Brad went first. It was so hot seeing his beercan-thick cock spread my boy’s hole wide. I loved seeing Jim’s tattooed hand holding and caressing his man’s balls as they slammed into my boy. When Brad came, he came deep. Brad planted his seed so deep inside that none poured out when he pulled back. Jim took his place and took his time. He started with my boy in the same position, face down bent over the table. Jim had him flip over onto his back, never pulling out. This meant that my boy needed me to stand on one side and hold his legs back so Jim could really pound deep. He lasted a respectable amount of time and shot his POZ load deep inside my boy too. Jim pulled out and I helped my boy relax his legs for a moment. Adam sat in a big leather chair and pointed his big raw cock right up in the air. He begged me over and had me hold his cock while my boy sat right down on it. My boy’s pussy was well and truly opened up, so he took delight in sinking all the way down on it. Adam chuckled something about digging for oil, and I realized what he meant as I saw globs of Brad and Jim’s mixed cum drooling down Adam’s big cock. As I sat on the floor guiding Adam into my boy, Jim rearranged me onto all fours, so my ass was up in the air. Brad smeared some of their leaking seed onto his fingers and started working into my hole saying, ‘You know, if you take our cum you can go back to fucking your boy raw, like all of us. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?’ I couldn’t help but think it would be amazing. I let Jim finger my ass as I lapped at Adam’s big full balls. Adam concentrated on getting his load into my boy and really took his time. My boy’s legs were wearing out and he was covered in a sheen of sweat as the third big dick of the day stretched him out. When he couldn’t take it anymore, Adam relented and rewarded him with a big load shot very deeply. When he pulled out, his cock was covered in mixed clotted cum. He winked at me again. Brad and Jim got my boy back into his first position, face down leaning over the edge of the table. Jim guided my hips to my boy’s ass and Brad held the base of my condom-covered cock. Jim eased up behind me and I could feel his heat and his massive cock sticky with seed. When I fucked forward, Jim got closer to me. To pull out, I was backing onto his raw cummy cock. He slipped inside me, greased up with so much sperm. It only hurt for a minute before feeling deeply satisfying. I let out a guttural moan, and my boy grinned up at me, groaning, ‘Those big raw cocks feel so good, don’t they?’ I couldn’t help but agree. Brad still had his hand gripping the rubber ring at the base of my cock. He kept working a finger underneath, slowly rolling it up. Eventually the rubber was rolled up just around my cockhead. ‘It’s time,’ he said. Jim and Adam’s hand met Brad’s and they pulled that condom off my cock, where it was sucked inside my boy’s gaping pussy. It looked so hot seeing that biohazard-tattooed hand prying off the last barrier of protection off my cock. Feeling their spunk and how loose my boy’s cunt was felt so good. I was able to hold off cumming too soon before I felt Jim, deep inside me, growing. His cock got even bigger, balls-deep inside me, and then I felt a wet warmth spreading deep in my guts. Jim had just gushed his wet POZ load deep in my hole. We got ourselves together and cleaned up, only a little sweaty. Both my boy and I slowly leaked their cum as we went out for a beer and a late lunch. We sat around a booth, Jim, me, Brad, my boy, and Adam. I realized that Brad had one finger inside both me and my boy as we ordered our meal. Brad asked if I was happier with my boy’s stretched-out hole, and I eagerly nodded, thanking them for stretching us both out. Brad turned to my boy and asked if he was ready to start fucking me now, my own stretched-out hole now hungry for raw cock. My boy nodded and told me he couldn’t wait to get my hole stretched out and filled up by other hung buddies too. At the end of the day, he was also worried about cumming too soon when fucking me! Brad grinned saying, ‘I think we need to keep you boys both stretched out and cum-filled.’ My boy looked at me, silently pleading me to say yes. And I did. Our buddies now keep our holes stretched open, ready for raw use by any number of men. And thanks to Brad and Jim, we both regularly take raw POZ cock and cum. That, right there, is the key to a happy relationship.

PART 20 The next few days were really busy and, even though i thought about it, any visits to Tim or Ron were just impossible. By the weekend, i was practically going through withdrawals. Jerking off wasn’t the same. It didn’t give me that incredible orgasm that only a hard cock in my guts could. I tried Tim first, to find out he had family in town and playing was not an option. Ron was out of town and not back til Sunday. As i sat in my room and the minutes ticked by, i just got hornier. Once it got in my thoughts, i couldn’t get it out. That place. What street was it on again? It looked like a warehouse kind of, but i remembered my parents calling it something else when we would pass it. That gay sex club, they called it. Well, they weren’t exactly in the scene and really, that is what it was. It was probably only 30 min away. The bathhouse! That’s what it was, only they called it a members only men’s club. A few minutes of research told me i was ok and didn’t need to be 21, just 18. And while pretty expensive for an 18 year old, i could buy a one day membership to try it out, it said. Lockers were cheapest it said, but i decided to bring extra money with me to get a private room. I figured, if it feels weird, at least i can go back to my room, if i have one. A quick shower and clean up and i was off. My parents would have no idea and wouldn’t question if i stayed out late. The admission said for 12 hours, but i was sure i wouldn’t stay long. It would probably be too weird for me or no one would be there. Still, the whole drive down there, i had a hard on and major butterflies in my stomach. My hands were a little shaky, that feeling of fear and excitement was becoming more familiar. It didn’t seem crowded on the street in front of the building, but i was used to seeing it more bustling during the day when people are working in the buildings. I was kind of afraid of having stuff stolen, so all i brought was cash and my ID. It was a pretty big building and i wondered what it would be like inside. Like a gym? Maybe just a dark dingy room? But it did say it had rooms with beds? My nerves lost out to my fear and i pressed a buzzer and the door buzzed and i opened it up and stepped into the small lobby.

Moderator’s Note: This rule isn’t up for discussion.

Have always told guys to carry on if I pass out, and they usually have. Woken up to find my ass dripping and sore many times,,

flag Travis pulled his dick out from my ass with slow intention. I felt empty as his thick mushroom head gradually retreated from my tender fuck chute. Once all the way out, he held me tight, sweaty body to sweaty body, my cummy, used bubble butt against his cummy, softening cock. “You know, unlike a woman, a guy can only get pregnant once. A woman can get knocked up with many men’s babies. But a man… A man can only really get knocked up once. I want you to carry my baby. I want to be the one who fertilizes you, who gives you a legacy, makes you what you’re supposed to be. Brad can’t do that for you, but I can.” His tone had taken a gentler turn than it’d been just moments before. We hadn’t yet acknowledged the bug outside of our two sexual encounters. I was still processing it: both turned on and terrified. “I don’t know if… It’s just that, I love Brad. I didn’t mean for this – us – to happen. And it can’t. I can’t…. I can’t cheat on him anymore. I can’t get HIV. I just… this isn’t who I am.” Travis kissed my neck. “It’s who you are meant to be, baby. Think of all the times we talked about raw fucking, how turned on you are by it, how much you crave it. I’m giving you the key to unlock your potential. Freedom to fuck whoever the fuck you want, whenever you want it. And to be mine. I’ve finally planted my flag in you, I’ve claimed you. Don’t turn back now.” I sat up and turned, putting my feet on the ground. I inhaled deeply, exhaled, and said “I gotta shower.” When I emerged from the steamy bathroom, Travis was gone. affix Hours later, the dryer buzzed: our sheets were finally clean. I remade the bed. My phone vibrated: Brad texted that the client was in meltdown mode, and that he’d have to be away for at least another four days. I missed him and felt bad I’d hurt him, even if he didn’t know anything yet. I looked up the clinic’s address and grabbed my car keys off of the counter. I was going to make everything all right. My phone vibrated again, only this time it was Travis. “So are you mine or not?” All my alarms were frantically ringing in my mind. No, of course I’m not, I thought. I’m Brad’s husband. And time is ticking to get treatment from this mistaken tryst, to think of how I’m going to tell Brad about all of this, and to make things right in my marriage. Travis followed up with a photo of his dick that I’d never seen before. In it, he wore a thick, tight cock. His engorged member curved up his slender stomach, veins protruding all along the way, concluding in its perfect mushroom head, which was wet with precum. I could almost taste it through my phone. I was again fixated on Travis’s fuck weapon, and I needed it: it had a power over me. “I need to be serviced. So what’s it gonna be: are you mine or not?” He followed up. I clenched my keys in my fist in mental anguish. That goddam dick. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” I said to myself again as I typed “I’m yours.” He sent me his address. Claimed I pulled into the vinyl-clad apartment complex and continued to doubt my actions. My primal desire for this man’s dick kept me on track toward this unkempt place. I knocked on Travis’s unit. He answered in a wife beater and jeans and ushered me inside. “Take your clothes off.” He said. I complied, exposing my muscular frame and tan lines to him once again. I looked down at my sculpted body and my semi-hard dick and I thought about my husband’s Adonis-like build. I then looked at Travis: a skeleton in comparison, pale, tall, lanky. He certainly had an unrefined cuteness about him, but the physical contrasts between him and me or Brad were sharp. As I stood there naked in his living room, he bolted several locks on the front door. “Bedroom’s back there. Imma grab a beer. I want you ass up, face down on the bed.” My stomach fluttered with nerves as I walked down a short hallway into a messy bedroom. The bed was not made, and the sheets looked old. I climbed onto the bed, knees spread wide, ass up, head down on a formless pillow. He entered the room moments later and grabbed my right wrist. He affixed a rope around it and proceeded to tie it to a corner of the bed. “I don’t think I want to . . . “ I began to turn to tell him that I wasn’t into being tied up. He backhanded me, and I must’ve blacked out in surprise. When I awoke, ropes constrained my hands and feet, and I was spread wide like a star fish on the bed. I felt the familiar sharp pain of dick entering my ass, and a hand between my shoulder blades as leverage. I let out a moan of pain. “Hey boy, welcome back. I’m sorry I hit you. Now don’t question me in that tone again, ok? I don’t want to have to mess up that pretty face of yours.” Travis said from behind as his dick pierced into me. “Can you untie me? I’m not into….” He pushed his dick hard into me, maneuvering his mushroom head a few inches inside me in one thrust, and slapped my ass. “Listen. You’re tied up for your own good. I know you’ve got doubts. I know you’re inclined to run. But I also know your destiny. I knew it from the moment I saw you. Do you want to be mine or not?” I was clear this was rape-like and his language was mentally abusive, but I was also clear that he was right: All of my sexual fantasies had led to this, to him. He pulled out a bit and then slammed back into me, getting closer to my prostrate. “Oh fuck, that hurts – can you slow down?” I said of the entry. “It’s got to hurt some, bitch.” He said I felt his balls brush against my ass. “Your cunt needs to get a little beaten up as sacrifice to the hurt your causing Brad. You’re becoming mine as we speak. My cells are dividing in you, growing, spreading, taking over. And tonight, I’m going to ruin you so that I can remake you.” My fat dick grew from the friction against the sheets of the fuck from behind. I felt his balls slapping against my inner thighs I felt my ass tearing in a way I’d never felt before. His monster cock was wrecking me. “You want to be Poz like me?” He asked with a shortness of breath. I hadn’t really confronted it directly -- to myself or him – yet in such terms. But I knew the answer now, like I’d heard in so many porns and read in so may stories. “Yeah, I want it. I want to be yours. I want to carry your seed, your virus. Knock me up. Make me like you. Give it to me. Make me pregnant with your baby.” I wanted to touch Travis, to touch myself, to turn over and see what this sweaty man assaulting me looked like in this moment of passion. But I was locked into place, my ankles and wrists tied to the four corners of the bed. All I could do was turn my head and glance at Travis with side eye. My dick was leaking precum on the dirty sheets. With each thrust Travis made into me, my cock humped the bed beneath, skin flexing against the mattress. With his dick balls deep in my ass, Travis moved his hips from side to side to side, front to back, up and down, slowly, now, opening my ass, getting my ass ready to be the cum receptacle it was meant to be. He was dripping sweat onto me. His eyes were closed. He was savoring being deep in my hole and just ruining it with each movement he made. Side to side. Back and forth. In and out. “Fuck yeah, baby. You are mine. You’re nothing but a cheating, Poz fuck toy now. My cheating poz fuck toy. Your ass is going to get used and abused so much by so many men after me. You want another dirty load to seal this deal?” “Yeah, give it to me. Poz me. Breed me. Remake me." I said He pulled out and resumed his final fuck pace: he was ready to blow a wad of jizz in my wrecked hole, and crescendo-ed into an intense assault of my chute. I was in ecstasy feeling totally at the control and mercy of my big dicked god. My cock began spurting cum on the sheets. “Fuuccckkk” I screamed, unable to control the flow of semen from my cock. Travis’s eyes rolled back as cum bullets shot deep into my gut, penetrating my DNA inextricably. Volley after volley of Travis’s toxic jiz filled and marked me. He screamed and I moaned in a symphony of passion. After relishing in our orgasms for what felt like an hour, Travis collapsed onto me. Sweaty bodies against one another, he whispered in my ear, “you’re mine.”

Holy fucking shit! That story made me shoot my load in record time! Fucking hot!!

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

I was working in a hotel when I started getting interested in chasing. I knew it was stupid, dangerous, and that made it hotter. I blame a guy who worked in the kitchens fault. He was a hot piece of ass, and came onto all the guys strong. First time I fucked him was in the cellar, over the barrels. I finished deep inside him, no condoms used, and that was it! We were fucking two or three times a week, always in the cellar, always bare. Suddenly, he mentions his g/f Vix, saying she wanted to watch, to play during, and to have us both. I obliged. Our two-way became a regular three-way. I started seeing his g/f behind his back while he was working, needed my kicks somehow. It was one of those times, she mentioned her friend Rob. She'd been fucking him regularly, both taking his cock, and using a strap-on, and wanted me to join their fun. Rob was a slutty bottom guy, about 5'6", skinny, boyish face, and sleazy. At our first three-way found Rob licking my cum off his fingers after giving me a handjob in the toilets. We were talking when it came out he was poz. Vix said she want us to have a no-holds-barred three way. She'd told me how she had been fucking him for months before she realised she could have caught, and how I could have from her. Seemed like a no brainer after that. We met one night after I finished work. I picked up Vix, and we went to Rob's flat. Within minutes, we were all naked. Rob was bouncing on my cock, Vix was tonguing my ass, getting it ready. Then Rob slid deep inside me. He pounded my hole hard, as Vix, positioned beneath us, gagged on my cock. He shot hard. I could feel his load filling me. He stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out while Vix sucked him clean and tongued my ass to keep it inside. Vix was diagnosed poz about six months later. Wthin a year she was a junkie hooker near Sheffield with Rob. And me, I stay just being me.