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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...

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

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.

Bizarre, risky, unexpected, or otherwise unusual, what are some of the most unusual public places have you let someone take full advantage of your desperate need to be used by a stud. Men's rooms, rest areas, baths, porn shops: most of us have done it, because it's pretty accessible, but have you either been literally out in the open or in a location not typically sought for getting a load? Who was he? How did he do it? Did you get caught, or were you on full display for anyone to see? One of my favorites was having gone to the porn shop and having taken a few loads one night after the club I was followed out by a tall good looking stud. He didn't say anything, but we exchanged looks. Next thing I know he's following my car in his as I scrambled in my head where to get with this guy. There was a small park in a quiet neighborhood between my place and where I was. The thought of getting his cock was burning through me. A couple minutes later we both parked on the street along side of the public park. It was easily 4am or later. I got out of my car with the plan to get into his and get his cock, but as I made my way to his car he got out. I walked up to him. "What's up?" I asked casually. With one hand he grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss. His other hand found the leg hole my running shorts and squoze the bare cheek of my ass. He led me into the park. We passed the playground headed towards a wooded area. I assumed he was heading for cover, but stopped when we came to picnic table not more than twenty feet from the playground and yards from the wood. He turned to me as he undid his jeans and pulled his above average cock out. He stroked it as I watched. "Want it?" He teased. Taking a seat at the picnic table I leaned toward him surrounding the head of his drooling cock with my mouth. He took full advantage. He grabbed my head and his cock to completely control my cocksucking. He got so hard and was drooling copious amounts of precum that he fed me. He slapped my tongue and face with his tool before shoving it down my throat and pumping it like a fleshlight. I was in heaven with this aggressive top. His jeans had been pushed down to his knees. When he decided, he climbed on top of the picnic table and laid on his back along the length of it. He looked at me, "Get up here on this table. I want you to stand over me." Not sure of what this stud was thinking I climbed right up. I stood above him with my feet placed on either side of his hips. "Strip." He said. I hesitated for a moment. Looking around us there were easily a dozen homes in view from a distance or rather, I was in full view of several homes. I pulled off my tank top and slipped off my running shorts. This left me standing only in my sneakers on top of a picnic table at some time before dawn with a nice long thick cock on a stud pointing up at me. I threw my clothes to the ground. "Now, sit on this big cock, baby. Take it for a ride." Carefully, I squatted down, reaching with my right hand for his cock. When he felt the head push past my well used pucker he thrusted his hips upward. I responded by sitting on his full length. "Yeah baby, ride my big dick." And I did. My hole was well lubed with other loads from the booths at the porn shop. I could feel them escape from the warm confines of my hungry asshole to being dripped and then matted into his course pubic hairs. My ass bounced up and down on his cock. His hips meeting me as I slammed it back down wanting him as deep inside me as he could get. We both grunting and almost growling as we fucked. Again, his hand took my head. He held me looking into his eyes as his cock slammed into me over and over with our joint efforts. "I'm getting close. Where do you want my load?" He asked. I responded by picking up the pace of our fuck. He got a huge grin on his face and his grip got a little tighter. His breathing got heavier. His groans louder. My faggot ass was in pig heaven. I was in a public park in summer at some early hour as I could see the sky start to lighten, naked, getting my ass used by a stud who was almost completely dressed on top of a table where I could be seen by anyone looking out the front of their home or a passing car. I felt his hand hold me down. His cock throbbed inside me as it spit his seed into my body. Then he pulled me down into a kiss. Once he allowed me to pull away. I climbed down from the picnic table. He pulled himself together quickly as I picked up my clothes. I never did see him again, but I've been fucked in plenty of fields and parking lots along side businesses or in the center of a neighborhood at all hours. How about you?

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"....

The motel room was on the second floor, something I'd read somewhere made it seem as though that was a good choice. But I'd never done this before; host an anonymous pump and dump scene. Until recently, I'd been in what I thought was a long term mutually monogamous relationship with my college boyfriend for almost 10 years but now that was over. He'd found someone barely out of high school and now was in over his head in the grips of his midlife crisis. "Fuck it!", I thought. It's time for me to finally put myself first. Tonight I was no longer a partner, or boyfriend. Tonight, I was going to be the slut I wanted to be. I was nervous as hell but so excited I could taste it. I had smoked a joint and was feeling horny as fuck. I opened up my laptop and proofread my ad one last time before posting it. It was short and to the point; "good looking masculine bottom looking to get fucked, hosting now in my motel room, email me for details". Accompanied by a pic of me, face down, ass up, and lubed. I downed a couple of shots of vodka then jumped in the shower for one last spot check. Perfect! Deep cleaned and ready for my first strange dick in almost 10 years. I started getting email notifications and quickly figured out that not everyone who responds to ads actually wants to fuck, some wanted to chat, others wanted pictures and more pictures, and still others wanted to join me in getting fucked next to me (in other words, use me for the room). But along with all this came an email that was short, to the point, and sounded like what I was looking for. It said, "9 inch top, love anon scenes, send address and room number and I'll be on my way." I quickly replied with the motel's address and my room number along with directions and lit up a joint to chill while I waited for his response. 5 minutes later, a reply came back, "on my way, 15 minutes away, wait for me face down ass up and the room dark". I replied "Ok", finished off my joint, and prepped the room; drew the blackout curtains, used the Do Not Disturb sign to leave the door unlatched, and got on the bed face down, ass up, and lubed and put a handful of condoms by my feet. Not being used to hooking up, I assumed that most guys still used condoms. Soon I heard the sound of a car outside, followed by a car door closing and heavy steps on the stairs. I closed my eyes in nervous expectation and heard the slight creak of the cheap motel room door as it opened. I heard the door click closed, followed by the sound of undressing and then felt him climb onto the bed where I was waiting with nervous anticipation. As I took two deep sniffs of poppers, he grabbed my ass, feeling the curvature of my cheeks and spread them wide but surprisingly gently. I felt his cockhead at my hole and two things struck me simultaneously as I started feeling the popper high; for starters he wasn't wearing a condom AND his dick was really thick and hurt as it struggled to slide in. "FUCK! You're tight!" He said. "Yeah, please go easy, you're the first guy to fuck me in a really long time." I replied "Oh Fuck, that's hot. Don't worry, I'll fuck your hole good. Leave you nice and relaxed and gaping." The friendly way that he said it made me chuckle and as he continued to stuff his big dick in my ass, I felt my hole begin to relax around his thick shaft. I had no idea what he looked like but from what I could feel, he had nicely muscled thighs and I could feel his firm stomach on my lower back. I hadn't mentioned anything about status, assuming that condoms were still routinely used. I was negative but I wasn't naive, I knew what the risks were. For now, his huge dick was stretching my hole to the limit and I was in the grip of the most intense feeling of pleasure/pain. He pushed me onto my stomach and bottomed out inside me as he slowly slid his length inside me, pushing his cock right onto my prostate and sending me into spasms of electric bliss. As he bottomed out, my hole began spasming involuntarily from the intense sensations as it struggled to let his huge invader fill my guts with its thickness. It was an excruciatingly exhilarating mixture of pleasure and pain and it made me want to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. "Fuck, dude. I can feel your hole milking my dick" "Yeah dude, you've got a huge dick, my hole's trying to get used to you. It'll take me a moment but I can take it." "Oh fuck yeah! That's what I love to hear! I'm gonna breed you, leave you ready and lubed for the next guy. Is that what you want? To get fucked by random strangers? You want to take loads all night? I can tell that that hole is hungry." He punctuated every syllable with a deep thrust, grinding my prostate on every down stroke, and I moaned "Fuck yeah, that sounds awesome. Your big cock feels so fucking good!" He continued fucking me for a few more minutes and I loved every second of it, he would pound me fast and hard for a few seconds, then would slow down and grind his cock as he hilted himself inside me. He kept telling me how hungry my hole was, how he could feel me milking his dick for his load. His hot verbal assault on my senses was driving me closer and closer to an orgasm and I was breathing hard and shivering with pleasure. "I'm about to cum inside you boy, you positive?" The casual way he asked and the implication the question carried threw me off for a moment and I didn't know what to say. In a moment of honest confusion I blurted out, "No, I'm negative but I want your cum." "Fuck! Are you serious?! That's fucking hot!" He said, as he drove in and ground right onto my prostate. "Oh fuck, I'm getting close too, please give it to me. Please shoot your load in me." I groaned in pained ecstasy. As I said that, I realized what I was about to let happen and the realization was enough to take me over the edge; I started cumming and shouted "Fuck yeah, please shoot your sperm in my hole! Fill me with your cum! Make me your slut!" "Awwwww, fuuuuuuuck, YEAAAH! Take my poz load you slut!!!" He groaned as he shoved balls deep inside me and I felt his thick shaft pulsating as he shot his now confirmed poz cum into me and the sudden warmth of his sperm washing over my prostate in waves triggered another orgasm. My hole kept spasming uncontrollably around his dick as if milking every last drop of his precious tainted load. He shot what felt like gallons into me, then collapsed on top of me, panting, and I felt a strong built frame on top of me. "I know I said I like anonymous scenes, but I wanna fuck you again. But this time I wanna see your face." He whispered. I reached over to the nightstand and turned on the lamp and looked over my shoulder to see a handsome tall Latino, with a nice build, mischievous smile, and bright hazel eyes. "I'm Martin" he said. "Were you telling me the truth?" "Hi Martin, nice to meet you. I'm Alex, and yeah, I was telling you the truth." He smiled and said, "That's fucking hot! Thanks for letting me pop your poz cherry. I'm gonna call a couple of buddies over and make sure you get knocked up tonight. That hot ass of yours needs to be shared ha ha." I laughed as I thought that this was more than I had expected but I was more than ready to make up for lost years. And if I was going to become poz, this stud was the perfect man to do it. I lay back, pulled my knees to my chest, baring my freshly bred hole for him and said, "Fuck yeah, please breed me more. Fill me with your poz cum."

This is a work of fiction and should not be re-enacted in anyway. This story is also a continuation of Shawn's New Contract which you can read here: Part 1: Christian's Freedom Wow! Christian thought. An opportunity to get fucked by Shawn Mendes?! Hell yeah I'm taking this! Christian was a 20-year old college student with very mediocre grades. He went to an elite private school, but only because his family was rich. Instead of studying, Christian spent hours and hours in the gym every single day, perfecting his body. He got looks everywhere he went. I mean, who wouldn't want a piece of him? He's 6'1", blonde hair, blue-eyes, 8 inch cock, nice firm bubble butt, washboard abs, massive pecs, and respectfully large biceps. Everyone wanted him, girls, boys, old men, old women. He loved the attention. He even thought about making an account on some websites to sell vids. Christian had seen those videos of Shawn recently, but he doubted those were real. He immediately signed the paperwork and was so excited to have everyone watch him get fucked senseless. Fast forward: Christian was being escorted out of the playroom and into the tattoo parlor across the hall where a large biohazard symbol was tattooed to his chest. Fuck. He thought. This was all actually real. "Come by my office when you are done here," John said. Christian wondered what would be happening during this meeting. He walked into John's office and sat in the chair opposite his desk, still naked, tattoo burning. "So you saw what happened in there?" John asked. "Yes. But, I didn't think any of it was real." Christian was terrified. John laughed. "What an idiot. First, you didn't read what you were signing. How could those videos be fake?" "I...I don't know, sir." "Well let's stop right there. In your contract you signed your body away to me. I own you. Just like I owned Shawn. Would you like to see what happened to him?" Christian swallowed. "Y...yes." "Good boy. Follow me." John led Christian down to the basement. Christian opened the door and what Christian saw was terrifying. Shawn's lifeless body was strapped to a chair with multiple IV's pumping blood out of him and into small syringes. His skin was so pale. "This is our new harvesting factory, overseen by my brother Joshua. As we already mentioned, we believe Shawn had the most toxic DNA in the world. But soon, that will be you." John smirked. Christian's heart sank. This is where he would end up. "Come, let's get you to bed. The sooner Shawn's DNA takes you over, the sooner we can get you looking prim and proper." John patted Christian's shoulder and brought him back upstairs. Christian laid in bed and opened up his phone. Ever since he saw Shawn in thay chair his cock had been straining in the cage he was put in and he was ashamed of that. He immediately went to his university's student portal and dropped out of school, then sent a few texts and cut ties with his family. This is it, he thought. Over the next week he was only allowed to walk around naked and was allowed very little to do other than exercise. But then, one morning, he woke up extremely sick. So sick he could barely leave his bed. John brought him to the doctor where it was revealed he was POZ. The doctor shook his head, all these boys Shawn hangs out with, he thought. When Christian and John arrived home, the video of Christian being converted was posted online. "Come, let's get you ready for tonight," John said. Christian followed John into a room he had never seen where, low and behold, right in front of him was a solid black suit, just like the one Shawn had worn. "Black, the color of death..." To be continued...

Shawn Mendes was a world-renowned singer and jock heart throb. He got requests from men and women to sleep with them everyday, but he typically turned them down. It was not smart for celebs to go around getting sexed up with everyone who offered. One thing that everyone threw into question was Shawn's sexuality, everyone thought he was gay. This rumor was dispelled by Shawn and his managers on multiple occasions, but Shawn knew that at night, once everyone had gone fo bed, he would pull out his phone and jerk to gay porn. He always thought that one day he would finally fuck a guy, but everyone his age was such a douche and all the old men were creepy and gross. That all changed one night after a concert. Shawn was approached by an older man, atleast 60, after one of his concerts. He had bought a VIP ticket, which was a bit strange but Shawn had seen a lot of strange things on tour. "Hey, that was a great concert," the man said. "I'm John.' "Hey thanks, John!" Shawn said. "I'd really like to get to speak with you more about your music. I work for a major record label and am out scouting some of the world's best talent. That was strange, Shawn thought. He's already famous. "Hey thanks man! I think I'm stuck in my contract right now but maybe a few years in the future," Shawn replied. "Ah I understand. You're a very handsome boy, hope to see you again sometime," John said as he shook Shawn's hand. Shawn was unexpectedly pulled in for a quick peck on the cheek. "See you...later," Shawn said kind of embarassed. Glad that's over, he thought. After Shawn's show a week later, he was approached by John later. Fuck not this creeper again, Shawn thought. "Hey," John said. "Hey John," Shawn said. "You know that mention of your contract, that wasn't a request. I talked to your manager this evening. I'll be taking over your tour starting tonight." Shawn went slack jawed while he shook John's hand and all of a sudden was pulled in again, but this time on the lips. "I'm sure you'll find that I will make you a very special boy," John said while giving Shawn a very sheepish smile and walking off. That was weird, Shawn thought. The next morning Shawn had to begin answering to John, his new manager. His schedule changed a lot. There were many more early mornings and random tasks being assigned. Why on earth was Shawn doing John's laundry?! He thought. John entered the room, "Hey Shawn, I've been thinking." "Yes?" "Well, I need you to refer to me as sir, but that's besides the point. I want you to have a choice in who is your manager since you seemed somewhat taken aback by it when I gave you the news." "What do you mean?" Shawn asked. "I mean I will present what your contract implies and you will decide at the end of the week whether or not our partnership is good." "I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Shawn asked. "Well, no," John said. "But I do value input." At that point, John put his hands in his pockets just wide enough to stretch his lapel and open shirt revealing a small tattoo on his chest that Shawn couldn't make out to see what it was. "Now, I can tell you are quite uncomfortable. Is that because I kissed you?" John asked as he zeroed in on Shawn, getting closer. Shawn was speechless. "I'm guessing that is a yes," John said. "You see, part of the contract that your old manager signed you off to me in included being my lover, taking care of me, and becoming part of my family. I know it may be shock, but experiments in the music industry have really been working out in the long run for a lot of young singers." Shawn was speechless. "You don't have to say anything," John said as he took Shawns hand, cupped his chin (John stood a good 2" over Shawn), and began kissing him. "Your assistants have already begun moving your stuff into my house and my trailer. Should be ready to move in tomorrow night." Shawn was still speechless, he has gone a bit slack jawed. "If you don't have any questions about your contract, you may leave. You have some packing to do and the Music Awards tonight," John said. With that Shawn turned and left. Fuck, why was he not able to say anything? And with as fast as he wanted to get out of there, why was he walking so slow? He'll just sleep this off, he thought as he went to take a nap. But instead of napping, Shawn found himself looking at porn on his phone, not just any porn, daddy porn. And as soon as he came all over his abs, he heard himself moan: "John." Shawn awoke from a nightmare just in time to get ready. He had been leaving the Music Awards and couldn't find his way home. Instead he found himself staring at a bunch of old men, all staring at him wearing a very tight plaid suit as if he would walk through the space they parted for him. He shook his head thinking, this knew manager is just a bit weird. Changes like this happen to young stars all the time in Hollywood. He'll have a new manager soon enough, right? Shawn got up and got ready for the Music Awards tonight. He was surprisingly excited to spend some time with the rest of the team all dressed up. Shawn's stylist had picked a new suit for him to wear on the red carpet. When she took it out of the bag he saw that it was plaid....wait, fuck, plaid just like in my dream, he thought. He shook his head, it's nothing, I probably remember seeing her show me pics of it at one point. At the show, something was off. Shawn was not saying much, was very passive on the red carpet, and found himself being nervous for tonight. He didn't crack many smiles for the camera unless the cameramen told him too. John had also prepared a couple things for him to say about his music if anyone asked. He was doing very well, very... obedient. After the red carpet was over, Shawn's manager pulled him aside and told him that there was a plan for after. He had a special after party to be at that Shawn would join him for, the limo driver will take him right there, and "Don't worry, the will be a camera man following you around with a small teleprompter. We're working on getting a new tour video up so just follow along." Shawn was speechless after John walked off. After the awards show, Shawn went down to the street and got into the limo. Fuck, he thought, why am I do nervous over an after party? he thought. The limo soon stopped, Shawn got out of the car, buttoned the jacket of his tight suit, and heard the driver say John told him to tell Shawn to go upstairs. Shawn expected a mass of fans outside snapping pictures. This wasn't the case. He was standing in front of a large building that looked otherwise abandoned. Not wanting to be the superstar known for breaking a contract, he timidly went upstairs. It was dark and the floorboards creeked. What the fuck is this, Shawn thought. Then he could hear something the higher he went. Lots of men talking. Ok that sounds like a party, Shawn thought and walked slightly faster. Then at the top of the stairs Shawn saw it and his heart sank. Shawn was speechless and went slackjaw as he found himself looking at the same crowd of men he saw in his dream. All the voices stopped and faces turned towards him, parting the sea and revealing a sling (he had only seen in porn) and John standing in the middle. He sported his slightly overweight and wrinkly naked body and Shawn finally saw the tattoo on his chest. He recognized as a biohazard tattoo. The cameraman appeared in front of him as the lights turned off behind him and dimmed in the room. He slowly began to walk forward, step by step, closer to his fate. All you could hear was the deep click of Shawn's boots on the floor and the slight rattle off chains. When Shawn got to the front he slowly turned around. His heart was racing, face flush, and stomach full of butterflies. He noticed words come up on the teleprompter and began to read them off. "My name in Shawn Mendes, I'm an internationally renowned singer/songwriter, 22 years old, and recently was sold to my new manager, John. Tonight I will officially bind to my contract. I will be fucked by over 50 men over the age of 50, all...HIV positive..." Shawn swallowed and couldn't believe what he was reading. "All of these men are in different stages, several of whom have...late stage AIDS..." Fuck, why couldn't he move. "The video will be released and my new career as a...porn star will begin." FUCK! This is what sleazy John was up to. Shawn was speechless once more and went slackjaw as more lights turned off. He slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket and gave his hands up to two men he could no longer see and felt what he thought were small boxing gloves being put on them. Then he felt a gas mask get lowered onto his head and he could no longer see. He was gently picked up and lowered into the sling, a whole was cut in his trousers, the men smirked when they found he wasn't wearing underwear, his feet and hands strapped to the chains, and a long tube attached to the gas mask. One man began to feed Shawn a steady stream of poppers through the mask as he felt himself lose control of his body. John stepped up, shoved his massive cock in and came inside him after just a few minutes. Other men all began to step up, Shawn was unable to hear all the words they were yelling, see the men who was fucking, and very soon he couldn't even feel the cocks inside him. All he could do was breathe in more more poppers. Shawn went from being an anal virgin to taking lots of toxic cocks. "Yeah charge this slut up!" "Give him AIDS!" "Oh yeah, let's get him a couple strains and superconvert him!" Man after man ravaged Shawn's hole for the next six hours. Just before Shawn passed out, he felt himself get free of the sling and the gas mask removed. He stumbled when he stood up but regained his balance quickly. He buttoned his tight suit jacket while the men all cheered for him. He couldn't believe this was happening, but it was. And he strangely found it...arousing. "Come with me," John said. Shawn followed to a well lit room across the hall where he was shown to a chair. A tattoo artist was placed on a stool. "Unbutton your jacket and open up that shirt a bit more." Shawn did as he was told and before he realised it, he now had a biohazard tattoo right in the middle of his chest. Fuck, my career is over, he thought. He buttoned his shirt back up, stood up and... Wait ... Was there something inside him? Fuck! They stuffed him with a buttplug to keep all the cum inside me. Shawn's heart sank, but he felt relatively excited. What is wrong with me, he thought. "Turn around," John instructed. Shawn buttoned his tight jacket and did as he was told. He looked at himself in the mirror and could see the new tattoo through the open shirt he was wearing. "All your fans will soon know the truth," John said. With that, he cuffed Shawn's hands behind his back, escorted him out into the daylight wear lots of fans and media were watching, and he was forced into the limo. The media will have tons of questions later. The next week, Shawn's concerts were pretty much empty. It didn't matter though, he got a bad case of the flu and had to cancel the rest of his tour. Then his new career began. The end.

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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! 😱

This is a work of fiction and should not be re-enacted in any way. Part 6: The First Wave "Alright you three, listen up. After you took care of Hank, we had to place his body in our new deep freezer," Joshua said. "We released the video online and have received thousands of applications to be a new model. We've selected a few hot ones and Shawn, your first one is coming later today. His name is Mitchell, he's 22, college senior, frat president. Christian, your first is named Skylar, he's 21, college junior at a small Christian college. Both of them are athletes as well and have extremely toned bodies. Skylar only asked for a fuck, but to filmed, but we'll hide some cameras without his knowledge. Mitchell wanted to be masked and we agreed, but he won't wear one because, well, he agreed to this. And Dr. Lewis, sorry you won't get to be filmed today. We're sending you to the local clinic where we intercepted an incoming patient's call about PrEP. His name is Blake, he is 19, and a college lacrosse player. Word around town is he's quite a prick on hook-up apps. You will slam him with a vile of blood that you can find downstairs. And since you will be in a professional environment, we can't have you showing off your tattoo, so throw a tie on today." Dr. Lewis gently pouted, he loved showing off his chest. "Oh, and one more thing. Despite all the poz talk and nastiness in y'alls videos that have already been released, none of these applicants actually realize or understand what is going to happen to them. Does everyone understand?" "Yes, sir!" They all said. "Alright, well let's suit up and get a move on!" - Shawn headed downstairs once he heard the doorbell ring. He opened up the door to find a beautiful young man standing directly in front of him. His muscles were glistening with just the right amount of sweat, he had a douche bag half smile on his face. "Mitchell?" Shawn asked. "Yeah! Hey Shawn! Damn it's really you. Fuck you look...amazing, bro!" "Thanks, you're looking pretty hot yourself. Come on in." Shawn invited him in. "Why don't we go ahead and head up to my room?" "Sure, why not?" Shawn led him upstairs. "So what made you want to be a movie star?" Shawn smiled and asked. "Well. I didn't. But if it was my chance to get in bed with YOU, well, I had to take it. And I should be allowed to cover my face so I'm good." Shawn smiled and got closer to Mitchell. "Well, now that I know you're willing. I guess you should know that there are cameras in ever corner of this room recording our interaction. Are you ok with that? And no masks. Your contract didn't require one." Mitchell swallowed, "I guess I don't have a choice." "Very good. Shut the door." Mitchell did as he was told. Once the door was shut, Mitchell, and the cameras, heard the door lock from the outside. Shawn began to back Mitchell into a corner. "Get naked." Mitchell did as he was told. Once his back hit a dresser in the corner, he felt some papers move around under him. He lifted them up and quickly glanced at them, he was horrified at what he saw, positive for every STD under the sun...with extremely high numbers. "No backing out now," Shawn said with a smile on his face. Cold sores and lesions and other rashes visible all over the skin that was visible. "What the-" Mitchell said as he tried to make for the door. Shawn immediately got in his way. "You agreed. It's time," he said. Mitchell blinked and the nasty things he saw on Shawn's body were gone. Was it his imagination? Fuck! He looked gross but he also looked...hot. "Turn around." Mitchell slowly turned around, closed his eyes and swallowed. "I didn't want PrEP because that's for sluts," Mitchell whispered. "Fuck." Before he knew it, Shawn's raw, dry cock was shoved all the way into Mitchell's hole. - Christian heard the doorbell ring and ran downstairs to find Skylar waiting outside, looking like an extra presentable young man. He has dirty blonde hair slicked back with a good paste, some thoroughly toned muscles, and was dressed in a nice blue shirt, slim grey slacks, and a loosened dark blue knitted tie. Christian adjusted his shirt so his tattoo was slightly more visible. "Skylar?" "Hey! What's up, man?" "My cock. You ready?" Skylar swallowed. "I'm... I'm a virgin." "All the better, come to room." Christian led Skylar up to his room. Before he knew what was happening, he was shoved against a wall and spit on. "Turn around." Christian demanded. Skylar turned around to face the wall and felt his trouser get split right on the seam. "So you're a Christian, huh?" "Y...yes," Skylar said nervously. "Mmmmm, you know God punishes Sodomites, right?" Skylar swallowed, "Yes, I believe that." "So you're going to hell for this, right?" Skylar took a breath. "Yes," and he quickly tried to leave but Christian pushed him against the wall harder. "Well, time to meet your maker in Hell," Christian said right as his cock was shoved inside Skylar. A tear dripped down Skylar's face once he realized what was happening. - "Blake?" Dr. Lewis asked as he approached the new patient in the waiting room. "That's me!" "Why don't you follow me back to an examination room so I can ask a few questions." "Alright." Blake followed Dr. Lewis into a room. "So, PrEP, how often do you have sexual intercourse? Once a week? Twice a week? Once a month?" "Three times a day," Blake said quickly and was visibly embarrassed after saying that. "Alright let me take note of that. One sexual partner? Multiple? Can you give me an estimated number?" "I've been sexually active for about 3 months now, so maybe 96-97?" Fuck, Dr. Lewis thought. This kid is a fucking whore. "Alright, well PrEP is a very good decision for you but now comes the not fun part. I am going to have to give you a quick injection to see how your body is going to react to the medication. You may want to look away, this needle is rather large." Blake turned his head, he's always hated needles. - Shawn, Christian, and Dr. Lewis all threw their guys into the deep freeze in their basement. They looked at the clock and saw that it was just hitting 9:30 PM, they weren't too late to head to the bath house. All of a sudden, Joshua began to cough aggressively. Shawn turned and ran to him in a caring fashion. "Are you ok?" "I'm fine, just swallowed my spit and it went down the wrong way. Anyways, all three of you need to get hooked up to the transfusion machine for the night." Joshua began to cough again. He knew something was wrong and he knew Shawn knew something was wrong. All three were disappointed but got themselves hooked up. Their cocks became achingly hard and they all fell asleep to the site of each other's blood throwing through one another. To be continued...

I missed the touch, yes sex, but the actual touch of another person, hugs, kisses even, but the physical touch of a human being. I was fortunate in the role I am in, working from home, i hated, i hate having an office in my home, people on skype, internet breakdown. Managing dispersed teams remotely had its drawbacks and employers can take advantage and think you can be available all times, so I was working more hours less breaks. Neighbours screaming, kids crying etc and that raised anxieties. It developed on Zoom, Skype that I started to hide behind not showing my face, I became paronoid of seeing myself and becoming critical of my appearance, putting weight on, longer hair, just looked different. Trying to sort my elderly parent with doctors, who were closed, busy phones, stressfull times. Felt like I was losing sex drive, wanking even phased out. I feel that Covid was used as excuses for lack of services, cock ups to some degree, which annoyed me as I was seeing patients, hospitals etc, I feel I have changed, my outlook is different, I seem to worry more, paranoia and bizarre dreams or not sleeping and scarey thoughts, i became more irritable, short tempered and being a Twat at times. Anyway, lets see what the future brings, but Covid has left its Mark, sad to say.

Poz, on meds, undetectable.

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.

More please its been too long lol

(*** Warning. This story ends with a graphic description of a violent sexual nightmare. Proceeded at your own risk. ***) It wasn't even eleven the next morning and I already had a stranger's naked cock in my daddy ass. Once that life gate opened it seemed there was no closing it. I had been in a deep sleep when the insistent ring of the door bell stirred me. The bedside clock read 10:45 am and I thought, 'Damn, the pizza boy is early. ' I was halfway down the stairs again before remembering I was naked as a Jay bird. I decided not to worry for the pizza boy. Imagine my and the UPS delivery man's surprise when I opened the door. "Umm, this is a first." He said. "Step inside please, I'll grab something to put on." He stepped in, closed the screen door and spoke before I had climbed two steps. "Don't bother. I'm no prude. Just took me by surprise is all." After a second or two thought I took him at his word. I signed for the package my wife must have ordered. My cock was responding to this handsome man's testosterone pheromones, as well as the sight of him opening the fly of his uniform's shorts. He fished out a huge flaccid dick. "You clearly don't have a tip on you. I'll take it in trade." He said. Even semi hard his tool filled my mouth. I loved the feeling of sucking it and wondered what was wrong with my wife. I was just beginning to wonder if I could manage such a huge cock in my ass when his finger found my ring. Soon he licked his finger and pushed it in. Bingo; he knew what had been up me in the middle of the night. I was spun and bent over the stair railing. First he licked my ass but waisted no time moving to a bareback fuck. There was no talk of covering up. The moment his mammoth head penetrated I thought I'd been split in two. He just coaxed me to breathe deep and relax. "Fuck man, you're just too big. Please, pull out. " "It's okay. You'll adjust. Just keep breathing and push out like you're shitting." I followed his instructions and before I knew it he was sliding in deep. I had never felt so full before, but with that was also a wonderful feeling of being possessed. Such a comforting sense that I knew I wanted this delightful pain more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. My groans of pleasure sent a clear message, he started the out and in motion. Most of the copious cum from my night shift antics had been absorbed and his spit for lube was drying out. My ass ring burned like hell and I was about to ask him to stop when he spoke. "Very close man. I'm going to blow in your hole. You ready? ... Argh ... fuck ...take it ... breeding your ass ..." At that moment I heard the squeak of the screen door. In walked the pizza boy and his two friends. They had heard every word. They were already removing their clothes before he softened and plopped out. A six foot four skinny bean pole was first to get to me. He was feltching out my ass. After feeding some to me he let me know. "You're not so clean down there. I'm a pig myself so I don't mind. But, a shower might be in order." "Yeah, I need a quick refresher before I get back to my deliveries. Where's your shower?" UPS man. I pointed the way and followed the parade of mostly naked men climbing my stairs. I was last to arrive and quite surprised to see the UPS guy was already fucking the pizza boy in the shower. I didn't think anyone could recharge so quickly, but, very soon UPS was blasting inside pizza boy. UPS quickly rinsed off and was pulling on his uniform as he exited the bathroom. The others moved me under the shower and had the hose down and head trained up my ass, quick as a wink. "Don't worry man. Any cum we wash out now we'll replace in spades." They were true to their word. Having taught me how to douche, we moved to the bedroom. One after the other they mounted me in a variety of positions. Before they left two hours later I had ten fresh loads soaking into my guts. I was utterly exhausted and fell into a fitful sleep. It was obvious from my dream loops I was craving more and more breedings from anonymous cock after cock. My final dream was watching a virgin girl being offered as human religious sacrifice. As she was being tied to her pyre she transformed into a naked me in the midst of a gay orgy. A god of a naked gladiator was giving me the most erotic evil grin as he reached to take hold of his sword. He was about to shove this weapon up my ass when I awakened to the most intense orgasm spraying over my hairy belly. What the fuck was I allowing to happen to me?

Twenty years ago or so, I hooked up with this hot blonde frat boy. He had an adorable baby-face and a hot skinny body. His dick was above average but just a bit. I can still remember the kid-on-Christmas-morning look he had on his face when I told him he could cum inside my hole. It was just a pump and dump, but he kept coming back. I probably took 100 or more loads from him over a few years - all quick pump and dumps. Around the same time I met my husband, he finally fucked up and got his girlfriend pregnant, so that was the end of our being fuckbuddies. When my husband and I opened our relationship ten years ago, I ran into him again on the apps. We tried to hook up a few times including a threesome with my husband, but it never seemed to click. Mostly, he seemed nervous about causing jealousy in my relationship. Since my husband died, my old fuckbuddy and I have talked online about meeting again. He is often passing through my area because his mom lives nearby. He insists he cannot sneak away when he is staying at her house. I have been telling him to hit me up on his way into town before he sees his mom; I told him I still don’t mind a pump and dump. Friday afternoon, he finally took me up on this. We only work half-days on Fridays at my university, so when he hit me up around 3:00 PM, I was hanging out at my house. We chatted for a bit. He was complaining about his rough day. I asked if dumping a load in my ass would make it better. He said it would, but he is all hot and sweaty and won’t have much time. I told him that didn’t matter. He said he would be here in 20 minutes. I jumped in the shower for a quick clean out. He arrived, and I saw him in person for the first time in 10 years. The baby face he hated at 20 is really working for him at 40; he looked a lot younger. He has a bit of a dad bod, but it looked good on him . We got naked and climbed on the bed. Things just clicked from the get-go. We remembered all of each other’s spots from back in the day. He knew just how to work my nips, and I knew all the right spots on his cock. We had a couple of minutes of intense foreplay before he rolled me onto my belly and slicked up my hole. He slid in quickly and forcefully, but he knew just how to open me up so it felt great. He pumped steadily for several minutes and then bred me. It was really hot taking a load from him again after at least a 16-year hiatus.

I would tell my younger self to go ahead and breed that ass. There were so many times when I was younger I agonized over whether or not to use a condom, and if I did top raw, I agonized over whether or not to pull out. So stupid. I would have told myself to just fucking breed. That's where that goes. Put cum in ass.

As things come back to some level of normalcy now its fun to see what fun is starting to happen in public again. Saturday night I was out at a local bar that has been known to have a very busy men's room for some fun. After putting my phone and wallet in my front pocket so its harder to have them stolen I went into the men's room to see what I could find. This room is not large but there were a good dozen guys in there of all sorts, some just watching and some actively looking for fun. I see one cute guy sucking a few cocks, he stands up and is stroking the one he was just sucking on. I pulled my cock out and stroke it a few times to start to get it hard. He grabs it and strokes me some more and liked finding my PA, so he bends down to suck on me. His pants were around his ankles so I tried to see if I could raise his ass up and let someone else fuck him while he sucked on me. After sucking for a bit he stood up and turned around to face the wall and begged me to fuck him. What was I too do but give the boy what he asked for. I pushed him forward and slowly slid my cock into him. someone nearby had some poppers so I borrowed them and fed the boy poppers while taking a nice whiff myself. I started to pound the boy hard. Slowing down I whispered in his ear "what do you want?" He told me he wanted my load. So I asked him again what he wanted louder seeing what he would respond just as much and he did. Begging for my load. Holding his hips and slamming into him I unloaded my full balls into his needy hole. I pulled out and put my cock away. As I am standing there watching a few things go on I see this cute guy walk in and watch him, he comes up to the guy I just dropped my load into who is now getting sucked off by someone else and the new guy tells him to stop. he says this is my boyfriend and I am here to protect him. All I could think of was too late now that he has my load in his hole.

I'm sure I'm in the minority here, but I have never cum in anyone the 1st time without confirming immediately before I shoot. The only times I don't ask are repeat hookups and guys who are begging for the load.

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.

Part 2 – His First Gift Martin kissed James tenderly, adding a soft, playful bite on his lower lip. The he slid his body up the length of James’ naked body, his cock tracing a line from groin to chin. Martin straddled James’ chest and pushed his cock into James’ eager mouth. James closed his eyes as Martin began to slowly fuck his face, his long cock sliding in until it hit the back of James’ throat, and again so the head brushed against his lips. Martin let out a happy groan, his cock feeling slick and warm inside James. “Oh my gawd, that feels so good,” he whispered. He plunged his dick back into James’ warm mouth. I watched as James, his sculpted body stretched out on the bed, stroked his big dick furiously as Martin fucked his mouth. I could hear the deep slurping sound as James worked Martin’s thick dick with his mouth, and Martin’s quiet appreciative moans. Martin shifted his weight backward, pulling his cock out of James’ eager mouth, and straddled him from the side. I could see both their hardons in full glory, caressed by the warm candlelight. He leaned in and kissed James again. “You are so beautiful,” he said, running his hand down James’ torso and seizing his cock. James gasped in pleasure, his body lifting off the silky sheets. Martin slid into a 69 and began devouring James’ cock while pushing his own back into James’ hungry mouth. The two writhed as they worked each other’s cocks, quiet slurping and guttural groans of pleasure overwhelming the rustle of the sheets beneath them. It was a beautiful site to see, and I stroked my own cock watching my boyfriend’s sexual pleasure. I’d shared James with other men in 3-ways, but witnessing this unload as an observer held its own unique magic. I wondered if they would finish each other off like this — they’re balls had to be boiling — they were so passionate in their connection. As if he read my mind, Martin lifted himself from James’ cock, straddled his chest with his ass hovering over James’ face. Was he a bottom? That both surprised and disappointed me a bit. But he quickly grabbed behind James’ knees and rolled him backward, bringing James’ ass to his own mouth. James gasped, his upper back pinned to the bed by Martin’s body resting on his chest, his muscular legs flailed in the air. Jolts of intense pleasure ripped through his body, and he lost control as Martin’s expert tongue worked inside his hole. James was moaning uncontrollably, his hands instinctively moving across Martin’s ass and back. He couldn’t find words, but just made animalistic sounds of ecstasy. Martin didn’t relent, working his tongue deeper into the soft flesh of James’ pink hole. He used his elbows to lock James’ knees behind him, restraining his movements. He relished the musky man smells of james’ body, which only fueled his desire to tame this sexual beast and make him submit to him. I’m going to mark this boy tonight, he thought to himself. Martin broke their position, letting James’ legs fall back to the bed sheets with a soft whomp. He reached to the nightstand, picking up several items, and shuffled / slid down the bed. He set a small bottle of poppers on James’ chest, resting between his muscular pecs. I felt a thrill go through my own body as Martin took position between James legs, spreading them wider. He was finally going to claim his prize for the night. I leaned closer to the window. The candlelight softly illuminated their naked bodies, and I could see both of their cocks distinctly standing erect. There was pure lust in the air as Martin applied lube to both their dicks, James groaning and writhing again as Martin worked his generous cock with both hands for a moment. One hand moved to James’ hole and began lubing it. James gasped again and arched his back as more jolts wracked his body. “I don’t have to ask if you’re ready, James,” Martin said tenderly. “I’m going to take you now. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want the gift I have for you, don’t you?” James looked down the length of his body, his eyes half-open, half-closed, but filled with desire. He had things he thought he should say. He vaguely remembered Martin was poz, and knew there was something he should ask him to do. But those words were lost in the lust. “Please,” was all he could say. “Please.” Martin rolled James’ legs knees back to his chest, fluidly sliding forward as he did so, allowing his cock to find its way to the tender hole anxiously awaiting. He had worked James fully into submission, and had his body craving what was about to come next. James didn’t need the poppers, but locked eyes with Martin as the older of the two pressed the head of. His cock against James’ hole. James felt his sphincter greedily expand, ushering Martin’s swollen hardness inside. The pressure penetrated. Him deeply, and a passionate moan escaped his lips as he closed his eyes. And was consumed by Martin. The older man let out his own groan as the velvety warmth of the young man’s ass wrapped itself around his cock. He rolled forward, bending James in half, and kissed him passionately. While they exchanged loving kisses, Martin’s hips began to slowly churn. The subtle movements wrought soft moans that wove into their kissing. The sight of my boyfriend’s naked body entangled with Martin’s made my cock ache for release. Martin was deep inside my man, bareback. James powerful body had submitted itself to the man, which made me tingle all over. Martin rose up on his knees and began thrusting with intention. Some of the tenderness morphed into powerful thrusts. He looked down at James, taking in the magnificent image before him. This young man, more than 20 years younger, was stretched out, his legs on either side of Martin’s torso, giving him his ass. “Fuck me,” James pleaded. Martin grabbed James’s thighs and began fucking him harder, driving his dick deep inside the velvety fire he felt engulfing his cock. “My gawd your ass is amazing!” There passion became a power fuck, both men lost in the lust they shared. The hard slapping of bare skin against skin filled the air. James moaned with unbridled ecstasy, completely consumed with desire for Martin. “Fuck me! Pound my ass!” His voice had became. Stronger and more demanding, fueled by the energy they were sharing. “Fuck yeah!” Martin grunted. He was pounding the boy’s ass hard. An even darker desire that had been brewing inside him rushed to the surface. Tenderness melted into a malicious grin. “You’re mine, boy. Body and soul. I’m gonna breed you with my gift.” James felt a mysterious thrill in that moment. He seldom got bred by anyone, preferring to have a load shot across his chest or face. He loved the hot spatter of cum across his body and in his mouth. But in this instant he had a primal need to feel that hot cum inside him. He knew he shouldn’t want it. He knew it was dangerous. But looking at Martin looming over him, his hands grasping his calves and his abs flexing as he thrust inside him, he craved it. He wanted a part of Martin that he could keep with him forever. Martin could see the conflict in James’ handsome face, the battle between desire and fear contorted into a look of desperation. He relished that look, this moment. He’d seen it in other young faces in this bed, and it was the moment he always remembered. His intelligence, muscled body, and success — the very things that made James and the others attractive to him — were useless to James in this moment. He conceded them all to Martin’s control. This was the moment James could not decide for himself, and submitted to Martin’s choices for him. The dark desire totally filled Martin. “You’re mine!! You’re ass is mine now!” “Breed my ass!” James exclaimed, consumed by intense craving and lust for this man. His own face took on a malicious grin. “Fucking fill my ass with your cum.” James began jacking his own cock furiously. Martin pounded into his hole with a fury, making my boyfriend wince and whimper. Even as he was about to release. Martin grunted again and again, finally feeling the boiling desire inside him begin to pump itself into the sculpted young man under his control. James felt the throbbing of Martin’s engorged cock as it released, his soul trembling as the thick juices spattered inside him, bonding them. James erupted even as he was filled with Martin’s seed. Both men grunted and moaned, finally collapsing into an entangled, sweaty heap. Martin’s load was inside my boyfriend, while James was covered in his own thick cum. Together they convulsed in ecstatic aftershocks and heavy breathing. There was no pressure to move, and they were savoring their entanglement and new bond. I watched for a few minutes more, my own load spewed against the side of the house as I watched Martin breed my boyfriend’s raw ass. Now the pair was breathing together, coming down from the climax of their encounter. Martin seemed to still be inside James, and the two exchanges soft kisses. Their conversation was quiet, punctuated with quick bursts of laughter. Martin was discussing some friends who were arriving this week, and James shared our plans with him. Martin playfully suggested how hot it would have been to share this encounter in the dunes earlier in the day; James laughed, adding that their dune fuck video could go viral before Friday. Martin slipped his drained cock out of James. James sighed, “At least you left something behind inside me.” Martin grinned in the pale light. “I left you a special gift,” then kissed his new toy. I picked up my sneakers and quietly padded away, trying to move unseen in the late night. I had a feeling this was not going to be their only encounter this week.

wow, look at that master pump his seed in that hole!

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.

Besides the ‘more normal public places’ (at least looking at this website 😊), such as cruising area’s, public restrooms, car, parking areas, sex cinemas, adult bookstores, etc.). I did like to take a ‘public risk’ every now and then when I was younger. I work for an airline company so that enabled me to have sex in a few uncommon places. - Once I had versatile sex with my fuckbuddy, who also works for the same company, in the cockpit of a 777. The plane was inside the hangar and a lot of coworkers around. We didn’t need much time to deposit our cum in each other as we were both hyped by the risk of getting caught. - We also had sex in other parts of the plane, but that was during times everybody was away for lunch or dinner. Also had sex at different work locations, with the most exciting one in my own office, in the middle of the day (we did close my door, to be honest). Fun fact. Still have a small cum stain my office chair where I let the cum ooze out afterwards. - Also got cum in my hole in the crew-rest of a 747 mid-flight, during a test flight, technically making me part of the mile-high club haha (this was a little bit cheating as there was no cabin crew in the plane) - In the lavatory of the tallest building in Osaka, Japan. The top floor toilets don’t have traditional walls but are made out of glass, enabling you to look outside (and also inside), while on the toilet. Normally you wouldn’t see someone from the outside due to the view angle. But he was naked, pressed against the glass. When we got down we realized it would certainly have been visible with the naked eye, if someone looked up. Met the guy in Nishinari-ku redlight district, and had some nice adventures. - After losing a bet, I sucked a fuckbuddy dry against the wall of Amsterdam Arena, during sunset. Had cum running down my chin and throat. We cycled home with the cum still showing. - Had sex in a school classroom, but that is probably less interesting here as that was with a girl. - Not really public sex, but one time I had quite a lot of cum in my ass and it started to leak out when I was walking home (wearing shorts) after one of our parties. I’m sure it was visible on my legs as the shorts were also showing wet stains. This also made me super horny and wanting more. These are the one's that pop in my head now.

**Dallas** I made a mid-summer business trip to Dallas, and had no time to visit the Midtowne Spa to stretch out, suck cock and get my ass a good workout. Finally, in desperation, I called in sick. I cleaned up, cleaned out, and headed to the Spa. It was around 9 PM and quiet. I got a room, lubed up, loosened up with the small Dildo I always pack in my bag, and waited for some hard horny cock to wander in. I always have a good time there, no matter what the day or the hour—just a lot of average Joes looking for sex—no BS, no attitude. Being older (53) has never been a problem, since I keep in good shape. Soon there was a young dude standing over me, stroking my ass and inner thighs. I turned and glimpsed at his sleek physique, glimmering with droplets of water from the shower, and a sizable bulge beneath his damp towel. I reached over and squeezed and stroked his tumescence. The towel fell away, revealing the most beautiful shaft I’ve ever seen - superb tapered head, rigid as steel, and straight as an arrow. Stroking it literally sent thrills up my spine. Without pause I took Its full length down my throat, gently sucking, as he put a hand behind my head and thrust in and out. After a few minutes he pulled out, kissed me deeply, and professed how badly he needed to fuck me. I reached up, pulled him down on top of me, and spread my legs. With his dickhead in my hole, he asked if I really wanted to be fucked. "Shit, yes, man! Fuck me now." "I'm not pulling out 'till I cum - so if you want it, you take it all." "Okay, okay - what ever you say. Just do it. Fuck me now." Effortlessly he slid into my Ass. My mancunt gripped his hot dick and milked it. He started a slow, sweet rhythmic pulsing, tonguing my ears and neck. I was in heaven. I grasped his balls, taking full measure of the cock gliding in and out of me. He continued that slow rhythm, whispering sweet nothings about working up a good load for me, and wanting to plant it deep inside me, where It would be part of me forever. His breathing grew harsh and erratic. Low, guttural groans emerged from his throat, and his arms locked about me like a vise. I had a sudden change of heart about letting him cum in me. "No you don't! You made a commitment, and you're going to keep it - every last toxic drop of my cum." His whole body tensed, forcing himself deeper into me, driving me further into the mattress. My head was jammed in a corner, banging against the wall. I was pinned, unable to move, because of his tenacious brute strength. Through clenched teeth he forced his words into my mouth. "Here it comes, man - F-U-C-K." His fucking grew fierce and violent, slamming my head against the wall with each brutal thrust. The KY or Vaseline, or whatever Lube he’d used, had worn away, so it was raw flesh on flesh, and I could feel my mancunt abrading. "I told you I don't pull out 'till I cum - and I mean it, buddy. I'm going to breed your neg ass." “Please stop - I’ve had enough.” My hole was sore from the bruising. I screamed at him to let me up, but my ass muscles urged him on—like they had a life of their own. And they were stroking him, milking him; and he knew what they craved. He only laughed again and sneered, “Too late, oh yeah!!!" His body tensed; and he jerked, letting out one god-awful shriek. It was unearthly. His whole body convulsed as his cock spasmed in an unending orgasm. At last he was drained, and relaxed his grip on my wrists. He lay there quietly on top of me, still in me. His breathing was soft in my ear; he almost purred like a kitten. My cramped arms relaxed, and I held him tight. Neither of us said anything. Words were not appropriate at that moment. Finally he slid out and released my stiff legs. As I embraced him, he shifted and cuddled against me, and explaining he’d been overcome by a passion he couldn’t explain. Before coming to my room, he’d met up with three of his fuck buds, and had serviced them. Just as I marveled that mine was the fourth ass he'd fucked that night, he divulged all three had fucked him. “I thought you were a top.” “Hell, no. I’m versatile, and get real horny, the more loads I take. That’s probably why I fucked you so, uh, assertively.” He bent over, spreading his ass. A trickle of white ooze leaked out. "C'mon man, eat it, please." I didn't need to be asked twice. I spread his cheeks and nestled my lips in his crack. My tongue slithered into his hole, lapping up the dribbles of cum. He squeezed when he felt my tongue hit his mancunt. The pent-up jism gushed into my mouth, down my throat, down the sides of my face. I sucked his degenerate ass till he was dry, then sat up, sated. An evil smile crossed his face. His glistening cock was turgid again. He pushed me back down. It was easier the second time. My legs automatically spread for him, my salacious ass opened up readily, as my mind and body welcomed his noxious jism. We kissed as he fucked me, remembering the tenderness that initiated the previous fuck. "I'm gonna cum," he whispered. I gripped him hard and wrapped my legs about him. "Do it, man. Breed me! I want your load." He slammed into me and stiffened. His body trembled, followed by massive convulsions as ropes of thick cum gushed into my warm, docile pussy. I held him close for a while till he descended from his sexual high. He stood up to leave. It was getting late, and he had to be at work in the morning. He asked where I was headed. “To Oklahoma City and the Habana Inn,” I avowed, making a spur of the moment decision. As oversexed as I felt, I’d be of no use to my clients until I found further relief. When I got back to the motel, I telephoned the Habana. Fortunately, they had a room. “Book me for tomorrow. I’ll be there around noon.” **Oklahoma City** I rolled into town mid-afternoon. An extra $20 to the Desk Clerk got me a room off the far southeast parking lot, ground floor. Experience taught me that was the best locale in the place for walk-in quickies in the middle of the night. I showered and crashed. I awoke about 10 PM, hard, horny, and thirsty. I put on shorts (backwards) and a tee and headed to the vending machines. On my way back I cruised the courtyard, pleased with the appreciative glances and an invitation or two. I headed back to my room, stripped, lubed up and grabbed my dildo. The tenderness was easing up, and I was ready for more bareback action. It was almost midnight. After unlatching the door, cracking the drapes, and dimming the lights, I stretched out on the bed, naked, well-lubed ass in the air. I was rewarded when the door creaked open and an anonymous male crept in. He took off his clothes and folded neatly them on the chair. He massaged my neck, back, ass, and thighs, whispering softly. When he saw I was awake, he leaned over, kissed me, and asked (asked!!!!) if he could fuck me. I rolled onto my back as he, a nice looking dude in his forties, towered above me. I reached over to stroke his dick and found It hard and dripping with precum. He wiggled his hand into my crack and forced three fingers into my slot. He climbed atop me, spread my legs, and hooked them over his shoulders. His shaft entered my Hole, and he slid It in gently. That took my breath away—the ass-distending sensation, and the rhythmic pounding of his cock as it hammered in me. My hands encircled his shoulders, and I told him how good he felt. “I love your ass. It’s so hot and wet. I want to cum in you. But you gotta tell me OK. Can I cum in you?” "Why do you ask? No one ever asks. Just do it." “Because I want your acquiescence when I shoot. I want you to embrace my seed as It penetrates your inner tissue. I want you to commit to a liaison that’ll unite us forever.” Holy shit, what gave with guy? All I wanted was a simple fuck, and he elevates it to a religious experience. I said nothing. He began to pull out. Apparently he was adamant about obtaining my approval. "No, wait - I want you to shoot in me!" He sighed, as if he were relieved of some odious burden. For some reason, he needed my verbal concurrence. With one final lunge, he spasmed. "I'm cummin'. Take my seed. Love it. Embrace it." I swear to god I could almost hear his sperm gushing into me. "Oh yeah, man. Breed me, please." The pleasure on his face intensified as my ass muscles milked his cock, avidly accepting his offering. When he finally pulled out, he ran his fingers over my stomach, and kissed it. “Any regrets?” “None, whatsoever. I’d like to do this again on my next trip.” He dressed, and got ready to leave. We exchanged names and email addresses. I awoke in time to check out. While rushing around getting cleaned up and packed, I reached behind and opened myself up with my fingers. Only a small amount of jizm came out. Where was the rest? Absorbed? Probably. **CHICAGO ** I started the long trek back to Illinois, horny enough for a 198 mile detour up to 'Man’s Country' in Chicago. It was Saturday afternoon, and it didn’t take long for a nice average Joe to jump my bones. We made out and stroked each other when, without a word, he pushed me on my back, spread my legs on his shoulders, and slid his generous cock up my ass. He plowed into me with slow, deliberate strokes, almost pulling out, gliding all the way back in. I loved his technique, and the total concupiscent expression on my face must have left him no doubt that I was appreciative. Yeah, he was just your 25 year old average Joe; but I sensed he could be my best fuck ever. "You know I'm not wearing a condom. That okay with you?" "I only do bareback." "You poz?" "Don't know. Might be. Probably am. Never been tested. You?" He did not answer. An evil, mischievous grin crossed his face. “I’M going to cum in you. I never pull out." He apparently anticipated I’d resist, (as if!). He leaned over further, pushed my legs against the wall, raised my ass further into the air, and pressed his parted lips against mine. His pace quickened. I was immobilized by his weight and position. Aside from physical discomfort, I was in heaven. He was hitting my prostate on each stroke. "Oh buddy - I'm cumming!" I felt endless long spasms as torrents of cream invaded my wet pink hole which was happily caressing his twitching cock. He held me till he calmed down, but his cock remained hard and buried to the hilt. "By the way, are you poz? You never answered." He responded "I never do." We remained locked together until he relaxed enough to fall out. I licked the remaining drops of oozing poz jizz off his dick, and we lay there embracing. I wondered if he was deliberately biding his time, until his venom infiltrated my bloodstream. I heaved a heavy sigh, in spite of myself, and assured him all was well with the world. That was the first poz load I’d ever knowingly taken. **Home to Springfield** I left there fulfilled. I hadn’t cum the whole trip, but no matter. It was cum I was after, and I’d had plenty of that. I took the long way home—country back roads all the way to the house. Around eleven I made a super-hot bath in the jacuzzi and crashed. Two weeks later I came down with the flu, fever, and night sweats—the trio that led me to believe I’d converted. Except for the night sweats, the whole shebang lasted less than a week. Two years have come and gone by since the trip. In the months intervening, I’ve taken at least a dozen poz loads. Most of the dudes thought I was neg and aiming at staying that way. My doc wants me to get tested, but I refuse. I will not give up poz bareback fucking. Overall, I’m healthy. My gut tells me that it was the guy at the Midtowne who converted me. I figure guys in Oklahoma City and Chicago were also poz. But I’m somehow think it was the Texan was first. Regardless, all three played major rolls in my conversion. All in all, however, it was my own doing—I’d spread my legs and let ‘em fuck and cum in me, when I knew it was risky. Of course I top on occasion, confess I relish the idea of shooting poz cum into a neg ass. I’ve come to appreciate Viagra more and poppers less. A surprising number of younger guys are into the daddy/son scene. And since we’re in the boonies, its not politic to raise poz/neg issues during sex.

This past Saturday at a gay bar and then the sex club. One guy fucked me in the semi darkroom at the bar with others watching. Then went to the sex club and took at least 12 (lost count) different cocks and loads in my slut ass! My ass got wrecked good and was sore for a couple days but felt great! Will be going back tomorrow night to get fucked and filled some more!

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

Last week at a adult bookstore in Montgomeryville PA. A friend planned to meet me there. I got the usual booth with windows on both sides so others could watch. I stripped naked then he walked in. With guys watching on both sides and the door not closed completely, I got on my knees and stripped him naked. Then I sucked him to get him hard then turned around and he fucked me raw and sort of yelled when he came in me. Then I knelt down and sucked him clean then swallowed his piss. After he dressed and left I signalled for the two watching to come in my booth. Sadly neither wanted to, but I left with a smile, and cum dripping down my legs.

The only time I like them is when they break. Then they are worth it. That transition feels sooooo amazing!

FYI - Pierre Fitch goes raw with Bo Sinn on Bromo https://www.bromo.com/scene/4354102/raw-tow-service-part-1

I would love to be fucked and bred by BALTHAZAR from LONDON UNCUT Any time. https://timfuck.treasureislandmedia.com/movies/london-uncut

So sweet and innocent looking. Makes my dick leak knowing he's now a cum hungry pig being for real cum

I'm back from my trip to Berlin. Returning to Lab.oratory was a great idea. The entrance is in same left position of the Berghain club but the door moved i noticed. Tip 1. Get their early!!!! they open on Fridays 10-12 - get there at least 9:30 -there was already 100 guys on line by the time I showed up at 9:45 and another 100 behind me. The fee is 10Euro now. I know the door guy had some bad rep but i found the experience just fine. They give you a wrist wrap for the night for buying bar drinks. and give you a bag for clothing. At end of night you collect your bag -dress and go pay your tab. Bring receipt to the doorman and then go. The place is as big as i remember if not bigger now. I noticed a dance club back deep in the club with stairwells going up to the rail promenade that overlooks the dance floor- i didn't remember this at all. The dark room is still same, the barn rooms with slings by the right of the bar still there. the gloryholes in back - new addition -they had those Czech booths-where you climb in and hoist your legs in straps and your butt is open to all but you and they can't see you. Of course the fail in this is that all the guys just went around to the entrance to see who it was in this booth. I only saw it used twice but definitely was fun. All most of action was in darkroom early-- i got plowed early and alot. but as night went on action was everywhere but realize alot of lurkers and guys just hanging socially in the bar. Their were guys in the bathroom sitting next to urinal waiting for piss etc- i never saw one used but they found their spot and stuck to it. Also, there is equipment to douche but i can't see putting that hose up my hole in that place but its there-someone needs to tell me if they used it ever??? I went early thank god-got fucked and then i left at 12 which was early but myhotel was on other side 45 min away by train and i just didn't want to be stuck and i was fucked out-i knew for me it was time. Well-the line waiting for men to get in had to be 300 guys it went out to the parkling lot area-i was shocked so trust me go early-so you get in and fuck and not waste time waiting on line to get in. BULL bar in Schoneberg gay area- is the dicy dive bar that any pig will love-- the bar (with coatcheck to underwear) is like a Las Vegas bar from 60s but then the backroom is practically blackout -on entry is a sling and then two more sllings in middle of room -the room is 17 x 17 with seating along the walls-not much and then then the toilets-guys in slings claim their spot and don't move. and guys just bend over and get bred. I walked in Friday night and in 5 min i was getting plowed by unseen men. It was quiet on Saturday but still got 2 loads -its a mix of men but it a sleazy place-its not a hi how you doing at all-its just quiet silent cocksucking and fucking. A must for all to visit at least once. Boiler sauna- i went on Monday afternoon-it was more senior aarp than Sundays. it was quiet and still the loveliest bathhouse but i didnt' get much action. So go on Sundays when its popular. Mutchmann's hosted the monthly Coffee and Cream party-its a poz party on 1st Sundays of month. Starts at 5pm no line just a few guys 9 euro check your clothes wear what you want and then play. i had no idea what this would be like it wasn't alot of people -mind you LAB has a Sundaytheme and bathhouse is quiet popular so other distractions but boy i'm glad i went early when they opened- i went downstairs to the bed platform and in 10 min i was bred by a bull of a German man 2 loads and then the crowd started filling up- i took some good loads and this time the early bird got the worm was true. The crowd was sexy mix of young, mature, bears, otters etc-it was not a big crowd but just right number. i stayed over an hour when i sensed the loads were done and there was no line or guys coming in so quiet party but well worth it if you're in Berlin at that time. I took about 17 loads during my weekend and the city is lovely. I don't know if i'll return -i think the city is built for youth to run free and i want to explore other places but if you haven't gone or have low libido -go to Berlin-it will be a good cure!

Does Daddy want a new pipeboy?

PART 10 – DALTON THE SLAMPIG I pulled the plunger back, and Dalton’s rig turned deep crimson. “I’m getting a register,” I explained. “When the rig goes red like that, you know the needle is right where it belongs—in your bloodstream. OK, buddy: are you ready for this?” “No,” he said with a quiet whimper. “Too fuckin’ bad. I’m gonna push this payload into your vein now, buddy—tell me if it stings, OK?” I love the ritual of slamming: plunging the meth into the vein, sliding the needle out, unstrapping the bicep, and running my tongue across the injection site. Dalton’s first slam was small—just a 0.2—but he still coughed, and his chest heaved as each dark wave of slam-hunger swept over him. I immediately buried my face in his fuckhole, spreading his jockbutt and pushing my tongue as deep as I could, feeling the heat of the slam as it radiated through his insides. “Jesus. Fuck.” He said between deep, heaving breaths. “What the fuck. Are you doing.” I pulled my face away from his pulsing hole just long enough to reply. “I’m eating this hungry little pussy, that’s what.” “It’s. Fucking. Weird. I don’t. Like it.” “Yeah? Then what’s happening here?” I took a break from eating his hole to grab his cock and give it a little shake, sending beads of precum in every direction. I scooped up as much of that jizz as I could, mixing it with a handful of our Tina-laced lube and pushing three of my slicked-up fingers into his hole. He made no effort to resist this time: his guttural moans, loud and unapologetic, kept time with each thrust of my fingers. Then, without warning, I pulled out, and he practically squealed from the sudden emptiness in his fuckhole. I was leaning over him, staring down into his eyes, and he looked back at me in quiet desperation. “Do you want something, buddy?” I asked, letting the tips of my fingers brush against his slammed-up cunt. “I can’t read your mind, slampig. Tell me what you want.” “I want—um—“ “Tell me what you want, slampig.” “I, um, want your fingers.” “You do?” “Yes. Please.” “OK, but you need to do something for me first.” “Tell me. Please.” “Repeat after me: ‘I’m a hungry fucking faggot.’” “Um—“ “Say it, faggot.” “Dude. No.” “No?” “No. I’m not a fuckin’ faggot.” “Then no more fuckin’ fingers, buddy.” “Dude! Please!” “Then repeat after me, you fuckin’ lil' bitch: ‘I’m a hungry fucking faggot.’” “No, motherfucker. I’m not a fag.” I turned to Jesse. “OK, we need to step this up a few notches. You have that second slam?” He nodded, then flashed an evil grin. “This one’s…a little bigger. Can I administer this time?” “Fuck yeah,” I replied. “I’ll just keep teasing this faggot’s cunt while you plunge some more meth into his vein.” Jesse went right to work. He tied the strap to Dalton’s bicep, inserted the needle, pulled back a dark-red plume of blood, and pushed a fat 0.4 hit into Neighbor Boy’s bloodstream. This time, Dalton erupted in an extended coughing fit, his chest heaving massively as Brian played with our brand-new slampig’s rock-hard nips. “This kid’s so high he’s fuckin’ cross-eyed,” my husband said with an approving growl. Meanwhile, I began smacking the head of my raw cock against Dalton’s pulsing, spasming, slammed-up hole. “You need something in your ass, buddy?” I asked, my dick tracking a wide circle around his aching cunt. “Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Then you know what to say.” He looked at me for a moment, his eyes nothing but pitch-black pupils. I gave him a little nod. “You can do it, buddy. Tell me what you are.” "I'm—um—" "What are you?" “Dude, I’m a hungry fuckin’ faggot.” “Good boy.” “Please feed this faggot. Please.” “You want some dick in your pussy, you fuckin’ slammed-up faggot chemwhore?” “Yes I do. I want as much fuckin’ dick as I can get. Please. Fuck me. Fuck this faggot.” “Say, ‘Please, Daddy, fuck my faggot pussy.’” “Please, Daddy, please, please, please fuck my faggot pussy.” “Are you gonna be a good boy tonight?” “Yes, Daddy.” “If you’re a good boy, then you’ll earn another slam. Would you like that?” “Fuck yes, Daddy. I want to earn another slam. ” “If you're a good faggot, you’ll get everything you want, and more. I promise.” “I want to be a good faggot, Daddy.” “You already are, boy.” And with that, I shoved my poz dick into the warmth and hunger of Dalton’s slammed-up hole.

PART 7 – DALTON SMILES I opened the front door. Dalton and I stood on either side of the threshold, towels wrapped around our waists. I motioned for him to come inside, but he stood completely still for a good 10 seconds. Then, without another word, he entered. The door closed behind him. I cocked my head toward the kitchen, and he followed me in silence. Once I reached the kitchen counter, I grabbed a water bong sitting next to the sink, then turned around to face him. Dalton's expression was neutral—impassive. He clearly didn’t understand what he was doing in our house. He just knew, somehow, that he needed to be there. I’d seen that look before, seen it in other boys who’d kept their deepest hunger a secret even to themselves. He was following some nameless, wordless urge as he followed my footsteps—all his good taste and better judgment giving way to a dark impulse pulsing just beneath the surface of his skin. I placed the bong up to his lips. He dutifully sealed one end with his mouth, his eyes locked on mine. I lit a fire under the glass bowl—no explanation offered, no permission granted. He began to inhale before the smoke was ready, and I gave him a quick shake of my head. He stopped. Then, as the white smoke began to trickle out of the bowl, I nodded, and he slowly began to inhale his first lungful of Tina. I kept nodding as he sucked in that smoke, making sure he took a thick, potent hit nice and deep—then a little deeper—then deeper still. Satisfied that his first hit was up to my standards, I pulled the pipe away and gave him another nod. He hesitated, his eyes still locked on mine. Realizing he needed some guidance, I demonstrated what I wanted him to do: I shaped my mouth into an “O,” then let him hear the breath leave my lungs as I exhaled loud and long. His eyes brightened: he understood now. He opened his mouth in a round “O” just like mine, then released a long, fat snake of white smoke that slid from his lips into the air between us. I nodded approval, and he blushed. Once again, his lips wrapped around the mouthpiece. Once again, I applied heat to the bowl. Inhale, then exhale. Repeat. As one hit melted into another, he started to understand the rhythm of blowing thick clouds of chem-smoke. Three hits, four hits, five: I could see his pupils go dark as the T in the glass bowl made its way into his lungs, his brain, his skin, his sweat. Finally, I set the pipe back down on the counter, taking a good look at our freshly chemmed-up Neighbor Boy. He was smiling at me. And that’s when I realized something: I’d never seen this kid flash an easy, friendly, honest grin. He was always guarded somehow, always fearful of revealing too much. But now his whole face radiated with unchecked joy; his eyes flickered with a playfulness—maybe even a devilishness—that I hadn’t quite anticipated. Those clouds of chem-smoke had unlocked something, like they always do. Like so many boys before him, like so many repressed little bros just aching for something real, he was finally free. We grinned at each other for a minute or two before I broke the silence between us. “I’m so proud of you, bro,” I said, reaching over to muss his hair. His smile grew even wider as he took a step closer to me, his towel falling to the floor. I let me own towel drop, and Dalton’s giant smile turned into a mischievous half-grin. Blushing again, he pointed sheepishly at the pipe. “Would it be cool if I smoked a little more?”

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…