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It's been a long time since I had so much fun. Met up with a fit bear couple who I hadn't seen in a very long time. They were in town visiting a (female) friend and afterwards dropped by my place. With breaks we played for several hours. Both very good size cocks and they know how to use them. Made me cum twice by just fucking me and ended up with 5 loads in my ass and one on my face. Exhausted afterwards. My hole is sore and every muscle hurts but total bliss!

Me too. I used to try to educate such people (I volunteer with a public health organization that does HIV prevention research, attend conferences as a community member, read study protocols and research papers, and have participated in two major studies), but I now just wish them well and tap the block button. Having to explain PrEP, or U=U, to a fellow Grindr user is a boner-killer. The conversation is more likely to result in insults than in sex. I wonder why some people are incapable of performing a Web search and reading a leaflet from the CDC or another reliable source, or just asking their own doctors to explain PrEP and TasP. People who refuse to sleep with PrEP users or undetectable Poz guys could be increasing their risk by favoring partners who don't have to get regular testing. They're also turning down experienced sex partners. You don't go to the trouble of following a PrEP regimen if you don't fuck a lot, and you don't become Poz by staying home and jerking off!

Hey guys. This my first story here. I hope you love it. Please tell me. Be as honest as you are. I had just finished working out in the gym in the office area of my condo building. I decided to enjoy a soak in the hot tub. The only one else here was the office manager who lived in the only condo on this floor. I knew it was close to closing time so I jumped in wearing just my boxers. The water felt good on my body. It was relaxing and I think I dozed off for a bit because all of a sudden Ron, the building manager was in the tub as well. "Oh, wow. Sorry," I said because I was startled. "No worries, I was going to tell you it's closing time when I saw you were napping. I decided to lock up and enjoy myself since it looked like this tub was doing you a lot of good." I knew very little about Ron. We hardly ever spoke. I knew he was gay and friendly. He is a handsome man of 5'11 dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He also works out a lot, and it shows in his six pack abs. I am no slouch there either. My own hair is black with dark brown eyes. Ron though has something I never noticed until now. He has a strong and unique scent to him. He, clearly, does not wear anti-perspirant and his natural scent was strong but pleasant. The more we talked his scent made me feel weird. Soon though it was time to get out. I noticed that Ron had a weird tattoo right above his crotch. It was a biohazard symbol in the colors of the Pride Flag. I almost asked him about it but decided not to in case it was too personal. Ron and I became friends after that. I worked from home and could set my own hours so I change things so we could work out and hit the tub every night. His scent always made me feel weird. I grew to really enjoy it. He convinced me to stop wearing anything that masks my natural smell and to just make sure I really cleaned myself. It was great to know him. After a couple of weeks I asked if I could ask a weird question? He said I could and he would answer if I would answer a question of his. "Okay." He went first. "Are you seeing anyone?" I laughed, "The day before we met I had just ended a very serious relationship. I thought we were going to get married. I ended it because her sister was never going to stop interfering in our lives and my ex always sided with her." "I am sorry." "It is alright. Meeting you and our friendship has help me forget." Then I asked my question, "Why do you have a biohazard symbol tattoo?" He sighed, "Well, I hope you are not scared by this, I am HIV positive. I also do something called pozzing. It is where I fuck guys bareback who want to catch the bug or who like the thrill of taking the risk." I was not weirded out by this. Ron invited me up for a beer. We did not even get dressed we just went back to his home and started drinking. After a few, Ron got closer to me. His musk was stronger and was really starting to make me feel strange. I think the beers helped play a role in this. He started to rub on my dick through my shorts. I admit it felt good but was more shocked then anything. Ron then pulled my dick out and started giving me a blow job. His mouth really felt good on my dick. I was about to try and say something when he stopped and asked, no told, me we were going to the bedroom. I complied. I was thinking that I would just let him finish sucking me, but I would not let it go further. I was not into guys but he was giving me the best BJ I have ever had so I might as well enjoy it. When on the bed I was completely naked. Laying on my back, I let Ron suck me again. God, it was good. He pulled something out from a drawer just within reach. I could then feel one of his fingers press inside my ass. It was lubed so it went in without any problem, but his nail was sharp. I could really feel it in there. "Ouch," I said. Ron stopped sucking and then started licking my ass. I was about to say no more when he suddenly stopped. My friend stood up and he said, "When I don't fuck for a while I get horny and need to let out my pumped up aggression. I need a hole to fuck and yours is perfect. I love to take a tight virgin hole anyways. So get ready." He removed his shorts and I saw his dick for the first time. It was huge. The biggest I have ever seen - at least 10 inches. "Yes, you are going to take all of this." I was frozen. I did not know what to do. I was staring at his massive hard on when I saw his tattoo. He is positive and about to fuck my ass. I was panicking in my mind as he started to push his tip into me. I wanted to say stop it. I wanted to say no. My mouth would not work. My mind was fighting this but the rest of me seemed to want it. Ron pushed his way into me. I could finally could speak. I groaned in both pleasure and pain. His dick was tearing me open. Shit. I was enjoying this. I loved this. Ron was grinding me over and over again. His dick was perfect in me. He was hitting my prostate, and I soon shot a load of cum. I did not even touch my dick for it to happen. This was the best. Ron then said he was about cum. I could feel him have an orgasm inside me. His toxic cum was filling me. He was pushing even harder. He said that he always has three or four climaxes when he fucks a guy so we are just getting started. I was happy. "Please, keep fucking me." Ron smiled. He did as I begged. Ron was doing more than fucking my body. He was fucking my mind. With each push inside me and with his second and third shot of cum in my ass he was destroying any desire for women. He had done it. He converted me to only wanting men. "I know that look in your eyes," Ron said. "You are a faggot now. You want nothing but dick now." "Yes," I barley squeaked. "Say it. Say that you are a faggot." "I AM A FAGGOT," I screamed. Ron then said, "I know you are. I give you my last gift of the night." He had a final orgasm inside me. I am covered with sweat and both relief and disappointment now that he was done. He turned me on my side and stuck two fingers inside me. He scooped up some of his cum which also contained some blood and a tiny amount of my shit. He fed it to me. I thought it was the best thing I ever tasted. He then fed me more. I was so exhausted I dozed off when he got up to hit the head. I would have slept all night but Ron woke me up a couple of times to fuck me more. Ron took me to get checked. Yep, I was now a Poz. To celebrate we went to his Tattoo artist who did his ink. I got the same one only mine was a tramp stamp. We now live together and are a couple but are in no way exclusive. Yes, we now live together, but I get to let other guys fuck me and he fucks other guys. Whenever someone wants to engage in pozzing we are there. A top fucks me and bottoms get Ron. I have never been happier.

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It’s not just ignorance, it’s willful ignorance. Some people don’t want to learn the truth about things when it conflicts with what they already believe or want to believe, even if the irrefutable proof is right in front of them. And this isn’t the occasional person on the fringe, this is true of a large swath of the population, who simply have not learned the skill if critical thought, and operate more or less purely off emotion and instinct. I would never, ever have thought that so many human beings could be passive-aggressively irrational until the onset if the Trump presidency and the COVID pandemic. These two events have laid bare the fact that our society isn’t made up of the enlightened, reasonable thinkers our future hope of prosperity and advancement require us to be - it’s made of people who react instead of think, judge instead of consider, and reject sooner than accept. This is unfortunate, because rational thought is not the human default. We have to go out of our way to do it. Our older, more primitive brain parts are still urging us to flee, fight or freeze every time we encounter something unfamiliar - which translates down the line into poz stigma and PrEP shaming in spite of U=U. It’s harder brain-work to learn to think about something in a new way, especially when it means learning to accept that something that once was a threat isn’t a danger any longer. Many people, it appears, simply aren’t willing to put forth the mental effort. It’s easier to just pick up a rock (verbal or actual) and throw it.

Hot! When he converts I'd love to be bred by both of you

Ken's point of view, Paul is younger than me by a bit, and also has a very high sex drive, so I knew going into the relationship I was probably not going to be able to keep up with him. Sure I had a fat cock that he seemed to love, but there were times when I was done and it seemed like Paul was just getting started, I tried to keep up but it was obvious he needed more cock. I started looking for others to bring into our bedroom, I knew he liked big cocks, so my search was to find that for him. We found a couple guys, one top in particular had a very thick 8" cock and it looked like Paul just came alive when that cock was buried in his ass, I enjoyed watching that fat cock slide in and out and even fantasied about that cock going bare and leaving a load in him. That always made my cock harder while I watched. Even though this fantasy was real strong for me, I made sure everything was safe, even grilled the guys to make sure they were safe as well, I didn't want to bring something home that required a doctors visit to get rid of. That all changed one day when I was cleaning the spare room, getting it ready for a guest. There was a loose board in the floor so I went to fix it. When I pulled the board up I found a ledger, I opened the first page and realized it was a diary, I read a couple more lines and determined it was Paul's. I put the book back and left it as it was. Days went by and the thought of that book haunted me, Everything told me to not read it, I would get the book, open it, start to read and get guilt feelings, so I would return it to it hiding spot. This went on a couple weeks, finally I justified it by saying if there was something in there that could help our sex life then it was worth the risk of reading it. I read it from front to back, then went back and read it again. Paul said many things, mostly good. but the one thing that stood out was sex. He definitely wanted more and bigger and raunchier. His fantasies on paper were mostly all bareback, he wanted the tops to cum in him, he worked hard during the fuck and their cum should be his reward. His darkest secrets was he wanted to be a cum slut, taking all loads and touching on chasing for toxic cum. I had to read it several times, my Paul was a cum slut. I couldn't believe this mild mannered man I married wanted to go into the dark and not come back. His writings said he wished the tops I found for us to play with did not have to use a condom, and for our regular, Mr. 8" he had even went so far as to poke holes into the condoms, hoping they break during their fucks. I was stunned to say the least. He never said anything like this to me, never shared his dark desires. So I decided I would see what I could do to help him come out, so to speak. We planned a trip, we discussed several places but I steered our destination to Phoenix, mainly because I had been chatting with a few guys there and was working a plan for Paul to get some of what he "needed". We arrived, settled into our hotel room and I contacted Tyrell. I told him if he was willing and available I wanted him to come fuck my boy while I watch, of course he said yes and to let him know when I was going to pick him up. Paul and I rested in the room, I was horny knowing my plans so when Paul took his shower I entered with him, pushed him against the wall and pounded hard until I shot a big load into him. Later we took a drive, got something to eat and returned to the hotel, My phone went off and it was Tyrell telling me he could come now if ok. I told Paul to get ready, I was going to go pick up a top for us to play with. The smile his face told me he was willing. When I walked back into the room with Tyrell I could see my boy's cock getting hard. I told him to make our guest comfortable so Paul went to his knees and began to lick at his bulge then pull out a long fat black cock, It only took a few minutes and Paul was on his back begging our guest to fuck him. I watched Paul grab a condom, one that I had made cuts into, and guide it onto Tyrell's rock hard cock. When that fat cock was positioned at Paul's hole I went over to feel his cock as it slid in, but also to give it a few hard tugs so the condom would break as he fucked my boy. It was not long and I saw the condom form a ring at the base of this throbbing hard cock. I knew at that second that Paul was getting exactly what he wanted. I watched as Tyrell fucked him hard and built up to a huge loud orgasm, shooting his dna into my boy. Paul grabbed on and wanted more. I saw them on the bed tangled together, Paul's pale body entangled with Tyrells dark contrasts,. I took the other bed, watching them move slowly, knowing that Tyrell was inside him probably blowing another load into him. In the morning they fucked hard giving me a show, Tyrell pulled out several times showing me he was in my boy raw, the white foam on his hot black shaft told me everything I needed to know, Paul was full of another mans cum. On the ride home I thanked Tyrell for making my fantasy come true, he saw my cock getting hard as he told me he shot several poz loads into my boy, I drove back quickly, excited as hell. I opened the door and took Paul, I didnt give him an option, I sunk my hard cock into all that cum and instantly added my load, then kept fucking for another my cock coated in all that slimy cum. I fucked him hard wanting to push all that cum deeper, when I was finished Paul was exhausted so he slept while I checked the gay sites and contacted some other men I had spoken too. During that weekend Paul was fucked bareback by 8 men that I know of. The last guy was a surprise, he hit me up asking about fucking my boy, when I saw the biohazard tattoo on his groin in the pic he sent, I made arrangements for him to visit us the next day. What Paul didn't know is that all the guys were poz, I don't know about the guys in the gloryhole, I just assumed if they fucked raw the were poz, I didn't ask any of them if they were medicated, I did ask the last guy after he blew his load and I walked him out. He told me he had not been on meds in some time and thanked me for the use of my boy's hole, got in his truck an left. I told Paul all of this when we returned home, he literally ripped my clothes off and I was in him in seconds, he was as excited as I was. This was obviously not going to be our last time going down this road.

I don't know how they timed it so well. The redhead must have sent a secret signal somehow. His workmate must have stepped on the boat as the redhead stepped off by the small amount the boat rocked. He was half undressed before even entering the cabin. His looks would probably not turn many heads but he was a fit enough guy. He didn't speak, just kept undressing. His 6 inch cock was already fully hard when he released it from his underwear. I had gotten off the bed and nelt down to take his cock in my mouth. Something about his energy sent the message 'let's go' so I plunged it in full length. With his pubic hair tickling my nose I heard his pleasured moan. He took hold of my hair, pulled me off and up onto my feet. He spun me around, bent me over the bow bunk, and quicker than I had taken it into my mouth he was balls deep in my hole. With no hesitation he was pistonning in full fuck. It seemed clear this would be nothing more than a pump and dump for him. Which was more than okay with me. He had one hand on my hip and the other reached around my neck and started choking me. The more vicious his fuck the tighter the choke hold got. Thankfully it didn't take long for him to climax. I felt all five spurts pump inside and imagined them mixing with the fiery redhead's cum. He needed no time to recover his breath. He was out of my ass, pulling me up and turning me around in a flash. Only then did he speak as he lay down on his back. "Now you've been fully serviced it's time for my tip. And I want more than the tip of your cock up my arse. I can give what I just gave you to the Mrs. at home. I can't get the fucking from a flesh and blood cock like you're about to give me." His legs were already lifted. I grabbed a gob of soft butter from the counter and greased his hole and my eight inch pole. I suspect he gets a strap-on at home because his ass lips practically sucked my cock in. "Fuck me hard man. It's been over six months since this hole was used by a man." I didn't need further encouragement. He was a great fuck pushing his ass onto me and milking my cock every step of the way. It was not long until I was ready to unload. I considered saying something but remembering his choke hold I changed my mind. I fully realized how fucking into this I was when a bellow escaped as I pumped him full of my load. I wasn't even able to catch my breath before I heard his astonished voice. "What the fuck man?! You came in my ass! I didn't give you permission to do that! What the fuck!" "Man you were milking my cock. What did you expect?" "I expected you to give me some warning and choice. Not just blast who knows what into me. Fuck man!" As he said this he whipped some cum dripping from his hole and sucked it off his fingers. "Fuck man. You better get down there and clean that up. Suck as much of your god damn cum out of me as you can faggot." He made it sound like a degrading chore. I was never happier to oblige when I saw how clean he was. I rimmed his hole savoring every drop I licked up. Then I planted my lips around his ring and sucked out and swallowed every drop I could manage to get out. With the butter the taste was a bit strange but not bad. When we both stood he took my face with both hands and gently pulled me in for a passionate kiss. When the kiss was broken he said; "Thanks Mr. C. That was a fantastic tip. I was just joshing with you about loading my guts. Loved it. I hope your neck doesn't bruise. Forgive me. I don't get to play rough at home." "Permission to come aboard?"; boomed a deep strong voice from the dock.

Part 3: Brrrrup. The sound of grindr notifications were echoing through my mind, as the sound of a person disrobing came from behind me. I couldn't see the person, as my head was locked and forced me to look forward at the screen that my captors were using to broadcast my future. I couldn't control what was going to happen to me, but I could see what was being planned and what was happening to me. It was an out of body experience in the best way. I was so turned on. I love seeing Grindr messages and emails and communications from others that were short, sweet, and dripping in sexual energy. My high mind and used hole were twitching with anticipation. The image of me in black & white on the right hand side showed a top down image that was cropped to show my ass, my lower and upper back, and all the way up to my face. The screen showed a bit of empty space in front my face and behind my ass, but not for long. I could hear the other person in the room approaching me and from the screen I could see the hard dick appear first. It was rock hard, pointing upwards towards the ceiling. Meanwhile, on the other side of the screen I could see the messages and notifications coming, with my captors responding. The message that was currently on the screen read, "Yeh. Someone is fucking him right now, just arrived. You can join if you want, or you can have him after?" The other person replied back, "On my way". I was too high to know where to focus. Do I stare at the screen, the video footage of me getting used, or do I close my eyes and focus on the sensations? Was I scared? Did I agree to this? Did that matter? I couldn't really ponder these questions, but as I failed to take the thinking much further, I felt the cock enter my hole. As he did, the top groaned just as he bottomed out. I couldn't stop watching myself being fucked. There was a bush sprouting up around my ass cheeks where the tops cock met his body. He was fully impaled in me and it was amazing to look at. I would know it was me and then forget, then I would realize again, and these realizations came in waves just like the feeling of the drugs. The top pulled out and plunged back in and started up a rhythm. I started huffing on the poppers. It had been a few moments since I had taken any poppers, too lost in thought about my previous fuck-escapades. The high of the drugs and the poppers met with a furious warmth and my brain lost as much control as my body had already experienced. I was so happy to be used. The top didn't say anything else except for his first few words when he entered and the initial groan. I just started at the video image of him pumping me deep and fast. He leaned forward over my body and the image was slightly obscured as he reached his arm around the front of me and pulled me back by the neck. The room was still dark, even with the screen portraying the messages and live footage. I could barely make out the shape and size of his arm as he pulled it around me, tightening on my neck. I heard the door open again and suddenly the screen shut off and the light in the room was gone. The top inside me kept plowing with an intensity that would have broken me if I wasn't high. The light in the room switched and suddenly everything took on a deep red glow like I was in a seedy darkroom at a bathhouse. My captors knew what they were doing. The top inside me kept plowing me as I heard the sounds of someone or some others enter the room. The top inside of me released my neck and let me fall down again a bit. My whole body was moving with his thrusts and my dick and balls were being slammed against the furniture I was strapped over. I was getting used to the rhythm and had my eyes staring aimlessly at the ground. I didnt want to look up, I barely could look anywhere anyway. I saw two pairs of bare feet lit up by the dark red light appear in front of me. I felt a dick swat my cheek followed by a command. "Suck me". I felt the dick on my face slide down my cheek and across my mouth. It came from the right. The pair of feet in front of me approached closer as well and I felt a second dick on my face from the other side. I opened my mouth and took in the dick from the right. The man inside me growled. Now I was being spit roasted with a dick on the side, my whole purpose to be in service of others. I was high, out of control, not knowing what day it was, who I was being used by, and what the rest of this day had in store for me. The dick in my mouth pulled out and was replaced by the dick to the left. This was a smaller uncut dick, with a dripping wet head. My mouth was smeared with precum. Again, another command was issued from my right. "Suck him. Get him ready for your ass fag". The top on the right moved away out of my limited sight, towards the back. I felt him trail my body with his hand as he moved towards my ass. The top inside me moved from being mostly on top of me to standing and plowing me in an upright position. His breath and movements became more intense, less rhythmic and more lost in my body. He made a few guttural noises and I felt a deep and hard slap on my ass as he bottomed out and spasmed. He held his jerking dick inside me while I had the smaller wet uncut dick in my mouth and another dick next to my body, waiting to use my hole next. The top inside groaned, "fuck" as he pulled out of me. I felt my asshole stay open, as if to invite the next top in. It didn't take long. I heard the sounds of shuffling and the dick that was in my mouth moments ago was now at the edge of my hole. I heard soft sounds of clothing being put on as this next dick was shoved in. The scene played itself out exactly as you could imagine. The top in my ass was loving my used and wet hole. The dick in my mouth was building up energy and intention for when it was the owner's turn to use my ass. The drugs kept me as high as ever. The two men who were left didn't talk, barely interacted, just the odd "fuck yeah" and grunt of encouragement to each other. The top inside me didnt last long. He pulled out and jerked his cockat the edge of my hole, cumming on my ass and then shoved it back in. "Yeh, take it bitch. Fuck". He plowed a few more times, milking his cock in my hole, and pulled out. The owner of the cock in my mouth paused, pulled out half way before saying, "you ready? Im not pulling out all like he did and Im gonna cum quick". I could feel cum leaking down my ass cheeks and cross my balls. I was mounted again quickly by this third top. His dick was already wet, engorged, and ready to use my hole from having some prep time from my mouth. As he fucked me I couldnt hear the other guy and I assumed the guy before him had already left. I felt ravenous. The top inside me didn't last long, a few minutes at most. As he built up to his climax he put his fingers in my mouth and pulled my head back. His fingers tasted awful, like they were covered in something acidic and metallic, but the flavour was soon replaced by warmth in my ass and in mouth. He was giving me more drugs while he was seeding my ass. He didn't linger in my asshole. A few shudders and gasps and he pulled out of my gaping hole. I heard him mutter a few words, then silence for a few moments, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing. I waited for something else to happen, some indication that I was going to be used again, but nothing. I waited in silence for a few moments. I was so horny that I couldn't stop grinding my dick into the furniture. By now everything under my hips was soaked with lube and cum. I was a wreck. I was fuzzy and had trouble focusing. The light in the room changed again as the screen came back on with black screen and white letters spelling out, "You get a break now. Enjoy it, because more men are on their way. Soon you will have some decisions to make. Till then, enjoy the show. Our subscribers surely will". The video changed again and I could see the footage again, except this time there were three different screens. There was the top down image from before, but also there was a wider shot showing more of the room, and a shot from what looked to be right from the screen in front of me highlighting my face and shoulders. I watched myself take a hit of poppers as a man approached me from behind. I realized, I was watching the scene from a few minutes ago. I was going to relive it. I took a hit of poppers and decided I would take this opportunity to enjoy it. At the bottom of the screen I saw messages coming in. "Fuck, this video is hot. He is going to get used." "What a fag" "Best videos on the web" I was being streamed. The people who had invited me over and put me in this position, were not just whoring me out, they were filming it and making money off of some sort of live stream. I took another hit of poppers. I guess I might as well enjoy the show before I become the show once again.

14. Joining the Club "Your hole. So fucking used." Jon kissed me again. "You got some poz cum, huh?" I nodded. "Yeah," I said. He stood up, and pulled me to my feet. "Did it feel good?" he asked me. He kept one arm around me, and motioned into the living room. "So fucking good. When he was in me," I said. I had been scared a few moments earlier, but standing next to Jon put me at ease. Dressed in the harness and motorcycle boots, he was scary-looking, but also quite sexy. "How did you feel about getting the unmedicated cum?" "Colby?" I asked. "It was intense. It burnt. Really intense." "Yeah?" Jon said. "I thought you'd like him." I realized that Jon had sent Colby to me. "Now. I think it's time for me to drop a load in your hole. You want that?" I nodded enthusiastically. I had wanted Jon's load from the very beginning; all the other men had been merely necessary inconveniences before the main event. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. One arm drifted down to my ass, and his hand pushed my ass apart. My wet hole tightened at the sudden sensation of cool air. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Oh yeah," Jon said. His fingers brushed against my hole. It was soft, tender, and wet; even the very slight force that Jon was using was more than enough for his dick to slide into me. "Fucking hungry hole," he whispered into my ear. "Ready for every dick, huh?" "Yeah," I moaned. "But I want yours." "I know. It's ok. You're going to get it." He turned his attention away; James was standing next to us. He was empty-handed, which disappointed me. I was high, but I knew I could get higher. Between Colby and the man I knew only as Sir, I had learned that the only thing that mattered was pleasure. They also taught me that drugs were an important part of true pleasure. "I think we both need a refill. And I think he needs some more vitamins." "Right on. Here?" "I think we'll be in the Devil's bedroom." My hole throbbed. Sir hadn't been joking about his religion, nor was he the only one at the orgy who was a follower. "You ready for this?" Jon asked, his attention now focused on me. His dick was sandwiched between us. It was hard and hot, and pulsing with his heart. I knew he was poz, but it didn't matter. I had already taken far too much sperm. One more load wouldn't make a difference. I nodded. "Yeah," I said, trying to tamp down on my rising excitement. "I am." "Good." He turned back to James. "What you think is best for us," he said, smiling. "Oh yeah," James said. "I know what he will need." His eyes met mine. He had a slightly lop-sided smile. It was cute. But he had an unmistakable expression of sadness as well. "It'll get you through," he said, this time clear to me. "Don't let him get you scared," Jon said, as James walked away, disappearing into the dim light. "This is something I've been looking forward to all night." "Me too." "You know Colby's load. Unmedicated." "Yeah," I said. I remembered how it had burnt when Colby fucked it into me. The memory was no longer painful. It had hurt, but it had felt good. It was what I needed. "Felt so hot in me. Burnt me." "Devil's burn," Jon said. "It's intense." I nodded. I remembered how it had burnt, but I was still smiling. "You like it?" "It is intense. But it's supposed to, right?" Jon kissed me slowly. He let his tongue explore my mouth. I pressed my slim, smooth body against his. He was muscular, and it was covered in dark, masculine fur. I wanted to please him. "Yeah. Did someone tell you what it is?" Jon said. I nodded. "It's..." I started. His dick needed to be inside me. I wanted his load. I knew it was infected. I hoped he was unmedicated. I wanted his cum to burn like Colby's had. "It's the virus. Trying to infect me." "Yeah," Jon said. "That's it. I want you to feel it again." He was asking if he could infect me. "Yes," I said, before I could even think. It was my body making a decision for me. I knew it was dangerous. But it was so hot. "Please." "Good. Here." He handed me a pipe. I could barely wonder where he had kept it before the torch had gotten it smoking. "I want both of us full of His spirit." I nodded, and started to inhale. The smoke was familiar and wonderful, and I let it fill my lungs. Any last inhibitions melted away as I got a fresh dose of the drugs. "Mmmm," I moaned, still keeping my lips wrapped around the pipe. "Fuck, that's hot. I love seeing a boy like you take a nice big hit." He smiled at me. I nodded; my lungs were full. Where Sir might have made me inhale more, Jon just took the pipe. "Hold it," he said, as he stuck the stem in his mouth, and took a long hit. He leaned in and kissed me. We swapped our clouds back and forth before finally exhaling. "Another?" he asked me. "Please," I said. We repeated the process, this time taking more time to make out. His cock was stiff between us, a thick masculine rod that I wanted to feel inside me. My own cock was semi-hard, but it was nothing compared to his. I reached down and grabbed it. It was almost too big for just my hand. "Please," I repeated. "I want it." "One more," Jon said, and put the pipe in my mouth. "You've taken Colby's load," he said. "But mine." I watched his face, staring into his hazel green eyes. "Mine is special," he said, before taking the pipe from me. He did a long hit, avoiding saying just what made his load special. Sir had told me about the Deacon, and how he had bred a special virus, one that was resistant to prep. I watched Jon suck down thick crystal clouds, and wondered what kind of virus Jon had. He looked so fit and healthy, it was hard to imagine him as anything but undetectable. "Now, Kenta," he said. We both exhaled, then leaned in and kissed. "Special?" I finally asked. His dick was pressed between our bodies; it needed to be inside me. "Yeah," he said. He put the pipe to his mouth one last time. Any last constraint he might have had was dissolved in the thick white cloud. "I'm not on meds," he said. He paused for a moment. "Actually, I'm full-blown." "Full-blown?" I asked. "AIDS," he said. "I had a bad reaction to some drugs. I needed to take a break. And the virus came roaring back." My cock twitched. Here was one more dirty temptation. "But, Prep," I said. "Yeah. I'm resistant to one of the meds," Jon said. "But if you take your pills like you're supposed to..." He trailed off, and filled the silence with another long kiss. I realized that I still wanted him inside me. "I don't care," I finally said. "I know your cock is going to feel great. Even if it burns." "I want it to burn," he said. Before I could say anything, James appeared, carrying three plastic cups. "Just what I was hoping for," Jon said to James. He turned to me, leaned in, and whispered in my ear. "I want you to feel what I can do." The drugs were hitting me hard. It was hard to follow a chain of thought, yet I was acutely aware of how my ass was itching. "Here you go," James said, handing me a glass. It had 1.6 in marker on the side. He gave one to Jon, and kept one for himself. "Cheers," he said. All three of us gulped down the drug-laden orange juice. "Anything else for me," Jon asked. "Yeah," James said. He handed Jon a folded up piece of paper. "Half a gram." "Just what he needs, I think," Jon said. "Right?" he asked me. I nodded. My head was foggy from the drugs, and I really needed to get fucked. "Feels so good," I said. "Doesn't it?" James said. "Jon will get you what you need." He leaned in and kissed me. I thought it was just going to be a peck, but it turned into his tongue exploring my mouth for much longer than I expected. Finally he broke it off. "So hot, seeing you like this," he said. James disappeared back into the dark orgy, leaving Jon and I alone. "Let's go somewhere a little more private," he said. "Some things don't need a big audience." I nodded. I knew what was going to happen. Jon was going to put his cock in me. My hole was raw and tender; with no condom, there was no way I could avoid his infected semen. It wasn't scary anymore. Instead, my dick was dripping at the thought. "Please," I moaned. I pressed my body against his, feeling his cock slide between my legs. "You'll get it," he said. "Don't worry. By the morning, you'll be a member of the club." He leaned in and kissed me. "Initiation is amazing," he said. He kissed me again. I shivered in anticipation. He was going to infect me, and it was the hottest thing I could imagine. A hairy, masculine, older man like Jon, forcing his cock into me. Already it was dripping his AIDS-infested sperm, and I was rubbing it against the tender skin of my anus. "Please," I moaned. "Give it to me." "Come on," he said, stepping away from me. "Follow me. I want to show you something." I followed him. Once outside the dim circle of light, it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust. Even then, I mostly followed his white outline, as he led me down a dark hall. "Here," he said, and opened the door. I stepped in. The room was painted black, with dim lights recessed into the ceiling. Most were blood red, except for one white one, illuminating what I could only describe as an altar. On the top was a queen-sized mattress, covered in a dark black sheet. Inscribed in white was a thick pentagram. "I want you to be a part of our club," Jon said. "Give your life over to pleasure." "Please," I moaned. He was going to fuck me on an altar to Sarah Palin himself. I looked again. The room wasn't entirely bare. There was a small table next to the altar. There was a bottle of lube, some poppers, and a glass pipe already set out. "Please," I repeated. My entire body was buzzing. All I could think about was getting fucked. "That's my boy," he said. "Come on." He stepped to the table, and produced the folded white paper that James had given him. He quickly opened it, and tapped out a mound of white powder. "More special K for you," he said, as he marked out several thick lines. "Here." He handed me a straw. "Start with two," he said. "I've never..." I started. I didn't want to admit how naive I was; before tonight, my drug experience had been almost only marijuana. I wasn't even sure how to snort. "It's cool," Jon said. "Here." He took the straw from me, and held it up to the light. "Like this." He put the straw in one nostril, then with his finger, he held the other one closed. He snorted down the line; the white powder disappeared as he ran the straw down the length of the line. "Oh fuck," he said, suddenly standing up again, and inhaling deeply. "Burns a bit, just so you know." He handed me the straw. "Your turn. It's going to be great," he said. "Trust me." He reached down and grabbed his dick. It was still hard, and the pre-cum was dripping. "Ok," I said, and followed Jon's lead. I snorted down one of the lines. "Oh fuck," I grunted. My nose was burning, and I could already feel the drugs dissolving into my body. "Fuck," I repeated. I was a bit light headed, but was also incredibly aroused. "That's intense." "Do one more," Jon said. "Do it now." I leaned back over the table; there were two more fat lines. "Both?" I asked. I wanted everything. It was going to feel amazing, no matter what it was. "Just one," he said. "But I like the spirit. You're still new to this. We want you to remember your initiation." I snorted down the second line, before I could second guess myself. Once more, the white powder burnt my nose, but the pain quickly disappeared, and the burning was just a pleasant reminder of what I had gotten myself into. "Initiation into what club?" I asked. "Both of them," Jon said. "Sarah Palin," he said, and nodded to the pentagram-covered mattress on the altar. "And HIV," he continued, stroking his cock. "What do you think?" "I want it. Especially from you," I said. "Your cum. Inside me." "It's going to feel so good," he said. He pushed me onto the mattress. I landed right in the center of the pentagram. "Pleasure," he said, as he climbed on the altar to join me. He pushed my legs up in the air, and spread them apart. It exposed my hole, and I could feel the cool air against the sperm-coasted wetness. "So hot. Your hole. So used." "Please," I said. "Infect me." "Of course. But there's no need to rush this." He pushed my legs back, forcing my ass up in the air. "This is a special gift from my Dark Lord. And I want to give thanks properly." He leaned in and pressed his lips against my hole. I had barely been rimmed before, and certainly not by someone as good as Jon. "Oh fuck," I moaned. He pushed his tongue a bit further. He moaned, and the vibrations went straight to my prostate. "Oh damn, that's good." "So fucking used," he said. "Just the way I like my holes. Ready for my sperm." "Your virus," I managed to say, between moans of pleasure. "You're going to infect me." "I know," he said. "I fucking love it." "Is it going to hurt?" I asked. He paused for a moment, then looked down at me, over my soft cock, and smooth body. "You know. When I convert?" "It's going to feel amazing tonight," he said. "And that's all that matters." He went back to rimming my hole, lapping out a few more drops of semen. "Want you cleaned up for my load. Make it easy for your hole to accept my very special gift." "Please," I moaned. I was squirming with each stroke of his tongue. I could feel how empty my hole was now. He had sucked out all the loads I had collected. "Fill me up." "Of course, boy," Jon said. "You're going to be initiated. You want it?" He pushed his tongue into my hole one more, then pulled his head back. "Infect me," I moaned. "Please. Make me part of the club." I looked around; I had sunk down in the mattress just enough to see the pentagram surrounding us. Above me was a hairy, horny devil-man, ready to fuck me raw. The devil was carrying HIV. The devil even had AIDS. "Both clubs tonight," Jon said. "It's going to be about pleasure." He lined his cock up with my hole. I was wet from his rimming, and his dick was wet with pre-cum. "Pleasure," I moaned. He pressed his cock against my hole; the head popped in. "Pleasure," he repeated. "And freedom," he said. His cock slid right into my hungry hole.

So I thought I'd start a new series of posts... Threads that review sex parties, sex clubs, bathhouses, bookstores, etc. When you rely please use the format shown below. And feel free to start similar threads for other cities... Venue Name: How many times have you gone? Location: Rough percent of guys barebacking: How easy is it for bottoms to get loads? How easy is it for tops to fuck bareback? How many guys go? How exclusive is the crowd? Best times to go: Other Details: So I'll start with a couple... Venue Name: RawRiders Bareback Parties (hosted by Danny) How many times have you gone? Twice Location: South Harlem (private apartment) Rough percent of guys barebacking: 100% How easy is it for bottoms to get loads? Tough to semi-easy depending on how many guys show up How easy is it for tops to fuck bareback? Fairly easy to very easy, but selection of bottoms may be that great How many guys go? 8 to 30+ depending on the night How exclusive is the crowd? All types, all races Best times to go: Blackout nights, and nights with a Bear Party after the Bareback Party Other Details: These parties only happen occasionally now - mostly disbanded. It feels like a pretty big waste of time on the nights when not many guys go, or it can be a lot of fun on the nights that are busy. Venue Name: Omega Room @ Rainbow Center How many times have you gone? Once Location: Long Island City (near subway) Rough percent of guys barebacking: 25% (lots of oral) How easy is it for bottoms to get loads? Not easy, but possible How easy is it for tops to fuck bareback? Fairly easy How many guys go? 50+ How exclusive is the crowd? All types go - lots of Latinos, Blacks & Asians Best times to go: Not sure - only open on weekends Other Details: The crowd didn't seem all that focused on fucking. There were plenty of bareback bottoms available to fuck, but they weren't getting a lot of action. They seemed to wait endlessly with their asses up for just the occasional fuck - which is good for tops, but not so great for bottoms. That said - there were a few bottoms who had gotten enough loads that their asses were cummy. So bottoms are likely to get a few loads in a night - just not a lot of loads. Also, the bed in the dark area tends to be hogged by a few bottoms who are just waiting - making it difficult for guys to find a good, private place to fuck. There are other beds, but they're pretty public. All in all the vibe is a lot about public sex - if you like having sex in front of other guys, you'll like the place.

Hi guys, Not the sexiest topic, I'll admit, but was curious if you guys had any tips or tricks for storing the contact info of, well, your tricks? With all of the apps, websites, and forms of communication, this shit can get complicated for even the most diligently organized cumslut. For many of mine, I keep them on the app/site. But a certain percentage graduate to SMS/WhatsApp/Telegram and I'm curious how you file them/manage this. I don't really want to be sitting at a work lunch showing my colleagues pictures of my new puppy when HungDaddy9Uncut blows up my phone for a nooner (imma call you back)... I'm probably 3 fuckbuds shy of needing my own Oracle database, but for now, my method for adding them to my iPhone contacts is: - enter their first name (if I know it, if not, "Jawahalar" it is); - for the last name, I use the airport code for the city they live in, followed by "FB" for "fuckbuddy" (I travel(ed) a lot); - under "social profile", I choose "custom" and then make this field "BBRT" or "NKP" or "FarmersOnly" or the like, and then this is where I can put their profile name; - under "notes" I can put additional useful info (e.g., "anon", "can only cum if I scream", "call him 'Mr Businessman' and giggle coquettishly", etc.); - For some terrible hookups, I change their last name to NOPE, for obvious reasons. So - for example - that big dicked dude that bred me in the toilet at that Starbucks in Rio (true story), who gave me his number for next time he's in NYC will be show up as "Jawahalar GigFB" with the appropriate reference in the notes section. ("Drop everything and get ass up"). What system do you guys use?

I was surprised to get the call from the Marina staff. The sailboat had been in the water for three weeks but I couldn't use her because of Covid restrictions. I couldn't even put her mast up. But, then the surprise call. "Mr. C, we are bringing people in one boat at a time to crane on the masts. After such a long wait we want you to be able to use your boat A.S.A.P. when the restrictions are lifted. " I cleared my calendar, pulled on kawki shorts commando and a cut down T. Deep cut v-neck and sleavless deep cut arms. Finally we had nice enough weather to be as close to naked as decency aloud. A 30ish tall slim dark haired man and a handsome early twenties red head assisted me hoisting the mast into place and securing it. The redhead stayed on board, accompanied me back to the slip and helped me tie her in place. With the boat safely secured I dug out my wallet and tried to hand the redhead two crisp new twenty dollar bills. Pulling his shirt over his head he revealed nicely developed freckled shoulders, a well defined lightly haired chest and six pack. He declined my tip and with a seductive wink said; "I had something else in mind Mr. C." Up to that moment I hadn't noticed any hint of sexual flirting. In my surprise I stared back in total silence. He could be all of 24 and I'm a 64 year old hairy otter in decent shape but no gym bunny. I did not see the next words coming from this younge god; "I want to fuck you, that's tip enough." With no more warning he pulled my shirt over my head . I finally stammered something about 'now ' 'here ' and he nodded. I'd had my first Covid shot three weeks prior so thought; 'why the fuck not?' We no sooner hoped down into the cabin and he had my shorts around my ankles and my growing cock in his mouth. Every now and then he would look up it seemed seeking my approval. My soft moans of pleasure told him everything he needed. His hands started messaging my butt cheeks and before long a finger was toying with my hole. He looked up into my face once again and I nodded. The first finger penetrated me. I was grateful for 'PURE'. I hadn't specifically cleaned out for this but chances were good I was pretty clean up there. He stood, removed the rest of his clothes and revealed a thick eight inch beauty surrounded by a short cropped fiery red bush. I just had long enough to take this all in before he spun me around and bent me over the bed in the bow of the boat. He was soon eating out my ass and giving me the most delightful tongue fuck. Every now and then he took a break from my hole and sucked the head of my now engorged cock. Clearly he was not worried about getting back to work as this went on for the next ten minutes. When he stood and teased my hole with his naked cock head I expected him to retrieve a condom from his shorts. He didn't and soon his raw cock head had penetrated my hole. When I pulled away and turned around he looked surprised and apologized. I assured him there was no need, I just needed to be able to watch. I laid down on my back, hoisted my legs and left my ass easily accessible over the edge of the bed. A broad smile crossed his face and he stepped forward to once again tease my ass with his naked cock. "Do you want this Mr. C?" "You fuckin bet I do." "You want it bareback naughty Mr. C?" "Uh hun", as I nodded my head. "You want my young raw cock in your eager hairy hole Mr. C?" "Shut the fuck up and do me already!" His big mushroom head penetrated my ass and he slowly and gently fucked into me little by little. I watched as his thick boner disappeared a quarter to a half inch with each thrust. I just kept breathing deeply reminding myself to relax into the pain. When he was submerged four inches it was as if my ass sucked in the rest of him balls deep and the sharp pain subsided. He leaned forward and planted a deep passionate kiss on my mouth. Our tongues danced for a few moments before he pulled off, returned to a steady fuck and asked me; "Is this the way you like it Mr. C?" All I could manage in response were moans of pleasure. I was glad there were no other boaters around. I hoped the pedestrians on the boardwalk couldn't hear me and dismissed the thought when his pace and intensity increased. Soon his body was giving that delightful 'thwack, thwack, thwack' as he pounded into my ass. I didn't want this to ever stop as I felt the sweat drip from his body and his red hair wick sweat into his eyes. He just kept smiling and offering sweaty kisses from time to time. Too soon I could see the signs he was getting close and he informed me; "I'm just going to assume you want my big load inside ... argh... argh ... to late to protest ...fuckin loading your hole Mr. C." He was in so deep I couldn't feel the hot cum I knew was flooding my guts. His whole body and cock convulsed for a long time. Again I didn't want it to stop. He eventually collapsed on top of me and our sweat mixed as our heavy breathing slowly subsided. He eventually lifted himself, looked me in the eye and smiled; "Now that's a decent tip Mr. C. I know your hungry ass enjoyed it as much as I did." "You're fuckin right young man! Fuckin A!" He slipped off me quickly sucking at my hole. He returned to passionately kiss me again. He tasted as sweet as nectar. When he broke the kiss he directed me; "Stay right where you are. My work mate will be here any minute to receive his tip. Or is he giving it? Maybe both knowing that fucker." With that he slipped on his shorts and disappeared.

Unfortunately not everyone agrees on terms and definitions which is why there is confusion. My screen name was CUMDUMPSD for years through 2000 - 2006 on serval websites like Bareback.com, ManHunt, BBCity and BBRT here in the USA. I used CUMDUMPSD on a European website BNSKIN. I thought listing myself was clear that I wanted to be Fucked Bareback and filled with Cum. There are many straight people (male and female) that think ORAL is a CUMDUMP. How dumb !! If you suck Cock then it is Expected to Swallow Cum. That is when I changed my screen name to "BreedMeRaw" to be more direct. I want YOU to Fuck Bareback and BREED my ass. I don't have many that ask about Condoms but when I do I tell them NOT for me I want his load. He can use Condoms but he has to find another bottom.

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Moved this story here from the General Bareback Stories forum because of Poz Fetish content.

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The main reason for all this ignorance especially in Canada is also related to certain demographics. Males remain segregated from females and pre marital sex with women is considered blasphemous. These men look for gays for quick sexual gratitude. I had a hookup who was eventually sexually starved. I asked him when was he last tested and he told me that he didn't get tested bcoz he was straight and just wanted to fuck me bcoz he wanted sexual relief. Even after telling him that I am HVL and not on meds and would not use condoms he went and fucked me bare anyways. In Canada this is the major issue. Sometimes we gays are at fault to seduce such ignorant guys. The progressives in Canada are nothing but a bunch of idiots who wants 2 minutes TV fame.

As a newbie, I am curious if there is a thread or topic somewhere I have not yet stumbled upon which explains or attempts to explain "why" people seem to WANT these STIs or "bugs"? Honestly, I don't get it. There is nothing fun nor sexy about any of these. Anyway, I was naively hoping that if all of us wanted to avoid them it would actually help reduce their prevalence. Wishful thinking I guess...sounds like not only are people NOT actively avoiding them, but they are perpetuating the spread of them and that I seriously do not understand. So, any topic I should read to gain some additional insight?

This sounds like PrEP shaming. As @Cutedelicategay and @bluewind point out, sex partners not on PrEP are the ones not receiving regular, frequent HIV and STI tests under an established, ongoing relationship with a medical professional. If the people who turned down your friend were knowledgeable about PrEP — which isn't the case — they could doubt that he was actually following a PrEP regimen. For example, when I see HIV Status "Negative, on PrEP" in a Grindr profile but Last Tested is blank or the date is many months in the past, I realize that the person is not properly following a PrEP regimen. According to the CDC (I'm in the US) PrEP guidelines, sexually active/"at-risk" men who have sex with men should receive HIV and STI testing at least every 3 months. Some PrEP users obtain their medication from unlicensed or foreign mail-order pharmacies, through friends, or by taking advantage of same-day PrEP initiation at a clinic but not returning for follow-up. Many stop taking their medication but still think of themselves as PrEP users (rather like putting on a bicycle helmet but not buckling the strap or, in today's times, wearing a mask but leaving your nose uncovered). Some PrEP prescribers don't bother to insist on quarterly HIV and STI testing. Others (especially small, private practices) are not equipped to monitor PrEP patients properly. Again, PrEP shamers wouldn't have these caveats in mind. I agree completely with your assessment of Canadian social mores. I grew up in Canada in the 1970s and 80s, in the country's largest and ostensibly most progressive metropolis, no less. I maintain close ties and return regularly. In the 1980s, we were still not far removed from "Toronto the good", the label from the 1950s. Government liquor stores were closed on Sundays. Indeed, almost all Sunday shopping was illegal. Only convenience stores and small shops on a handful of designated tourist streets could open. Government-funded television portrayed premarital sex, teen pregnancy, homosexuality, and divorce as life-destroying. Even program[mes] with a modern, progressive veneer, like Degrassi Junior High and Degrassi High School, had the paradoxical effect of making sex seem dangerous and wrong. In all of their former colonies, the British left a legacy of anti-sex laws and morals. Canada began to repeal these laws in the late 1960s, but the anti-sex morals remain. Canada placed severe restrictions on abortion well into the 1980s, and was even slower than the US at providing widespread access to medical (pill-based) abortion (literally just a year or two ago). Predictably, Canada lagged far behind the US in approving Truvada for PrEP, and in implementing PrEP care. Paying for PrEP remains a problem in Canada because (unbeknownst to Americans), there is no government-sponsored prescription coverage unless you are a senior, a person with a disability, or someone with a very low income. Canada, as far as GLBT people are concerned, remains a paradox. We gained legal protections in Canada many years before we did in the US, but social acceptance and practical supports lagged.

Fucked a visiting 50-something tall btm. I'd been stressed from work and needed to sneak away to fuck so I was happy he had a place. Felt great rimming his big cycling ass & deep hole. Luv it when a hole has "that look" of well used. He sucked me some, and then bent over, and turned into a deep moaner after my dick was pounding his hole. He really started begging for my seed after awhile! Called himself a "big slut!" Dirty talk makes me horny as fuck, so didn't take long to breed his ass. We chatted a bit while he lay on his bed saying "I'm gonna take a nap after that." 😄 He'll be in town for a bit so I saved his #.

I fucking love that! have had lots of men do this to me. I like it best when they really choke me hard and fuck me like they hate me while telling me what a worthless whore I am. love it when men leave a nice bruise on my skinny faggot neck. have also had guys do this to me with a rope.

I always played safe except during LTRs. However 10 years ago I hooked up on grinder with this hot Asian daddy who was staying at a nice 5* hotel in Midtown NY. I was this innocent thin short guy who had only recently moved to NY. This was an adventure for me. I was obviously catfished as he turned up to be much older fatter balding than his pics but with a very fat cock. He reeked of cigarettes and barely spoke any English. I had gone all the way to his hotel lying to my loving twink boyfriend that I had a work meeting and said what the hell, let him suck me off and call it a day. Well, he told me to get naked, and I obliged and then grabbed my head and forced me to suck his smelly fat cock. I was not happy but being forced was turning me on. He licked his finger and started playing with my hole while pushed my head with his other hand. After a while he just pushed me into the bed face down, spit on my hole and fucked me bare. I started to cry from pain and ask him to stop as this was totally not what I expected. He would not stop and started to fuck me harder. No lube, no poppers, just raw sex. I don’t know why but I stopped resisting and my cries became less loud till I just said to him, “this is very wrong, you are bad, I hate you” and things like that. He just didn’t care. After about 10 minutes I heard him say “take my babies you slut” and started to feel his hot cum filling my ass. After he was drained he stood up cleaned his cock with my Tshirt and threw it and the rest of my clothes at me and said “go away, I’m done with you”. I dressed up in silence. Still trembling of fear and anger, I left the room and took the subway back to my place, dirty, smelling of sex and leaking cum. This was the most humiliating sexual experience in my life, my first anonymous BB, definitely my most unattractive hook up, and the biggest scare of my life, but it changed me. For some reason I have re-lived the scene in my mind while jerking off many times since then, and it never fails to turn me on. I cannot explain it. And it made me lose the fear to BB since that day.

313 and still adding to my score where I can.

has anyone started up again as hotel cumdumps? I'm wondering if any of the hotels have used the lockdown to upgrade and install key-card devices to stop breeders getting to rooms undisturbed. I might try st giles again in 2/3 weeks but if anyone is in the know an update to the thread about the regular hotels used would be appreciated by all i think.

Great old story! Was hard reading the whole time.

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I agree, there’s nothing worse than a bad blowjob. I was taught how to suck cock by the man who broke me in. This is my technique and it works. I get a load in my throat/mouth every time. First get on your knees and be submissive. Gently tease your alpha’s cock and balls with your tongue until he’s fully erect. Look up at him and offer him your mouth, open your mouth wide and accept his cock. Now the most important bit; as he slides into your mouth, keep your teeth well away and use your tongue to press his shaft against the roof of your mouth to give him the friction he needs. Next you must let him go as deep as he wants, train your throat until you can control your gag reflex. Now let him fuck your throat, he will be enjoying the friction provided by your tongue pressing his cock on the roof of your mouth and the back of your throat will stimulate his helmet every time he thrust into you. Next tip, never masturbate - you can cum once your alpha has fed you. As a cocksucker your job is to provide pleasure to your alpha. Using your hands, stroke, massage and grip his balls. Tease his asshole; some alphas like a thumb up their ass when they’re being sucked off - he will guide you. Keep this up no matter how long it takes; your duty is to milk his balls. Trust me, do this and you will be rewarded with a mouth and throat full of sperm. Make sure you swallow it all and not leave any sperm on his shaft. Finally, compliment him on his load and tell him your mouth or ass is available to him any time he needs it.

My first time at a bookstore was on my 18th birthday. I walked in kinda nervous, just walked around checking the place out and watching. I was rock hard watching other guys much older just looking at me with this look of lust, some tugging on their bulges and some having their dicks out and stroking them. I went into the dark room, took my cloths off and walked out dressed like a street whore. Wearing a dark wig, red lipstick, some sluty outfit, short skirt, crotchless panties and fishnets. As I was walking around putting myself on display in a way everyone was staring at me. I wound up going back into the dark room where some of the guys followed me. They began groping me all over and taking turns showing their dicks in my mouth feeding me their loads. After they finished leaving my face covered in cum, I walked out into the open group room where I made friends with these two older Daddies who were nice enough to take me under their wings. Then feed me their fat 8-9” dicks, had me call sick into work, then took turns fucking me as others watched stroking their dicks feeding me their loads, dumping them on my face and body. The two Daddies then decided to share me with others, I was in the middle of the room on an odoman getting fucked by total strangers. After they were done the two Daddies asked me how I was enjoying my birthday so far as I was about to answer one of them slid his fingers in my flooded hole pulling out a scoop of cum and fed it to me as the other buried his throbbing cock deep inside me. I moaned like a whore in heat omfg it’s amazing Daddy best birthday ever. Do you want to have some more fun and play with your Daddies? Be our dirty cock hungry faggot sissy slut? I moaned mmmmhmmmm yassss Daddy I do. I walked out a disgusting mess just like that and walked through the parking lot. They took me to a cruise spot at a park n ride where they whored me out some more. I felt so disgusting but so extremely turned on, when we were walking out of the woods the sun was coming up and commuters were beginning to start pulling into the parking lot. I told them that I think it would be fun and kinda hot if maybe I sucked their dicks and they fucked me out in the open. They smiled and said well you are the birthday whore. They took videos taking turns wrecking and breeding my hole as random people pulling in watched. After they took me to my car I told them what an amazing time I had and that if they wanted we could do this again or make it a regular thing. They smiled, we swapped numbers and went our ways. As I was driving home one of them called me and gave me directions to come to his house. He told me that his wife and kids were already gone for the day, and I want you to come over. When I walked in through the front door he was already naked, rock hard and stroking his fat cock. As I walked around the kitchen checking out his house, I asked him if we were all alone with no one to bother us. I walked up to him dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around his fat cock. He busted out some coke, Tina and poppers for us, after that cocktail he slammed his fat cock so deep and hard inside me that I came off the ground. He fucked me for hours putting numerous loads inside me. When it was time to leave he asked me if I was ok with everything that went on, if there was a time where he might have crossed the line. I smirked and replied oh I think lots of lines were crossed, envelopes pushed but none that I didn’t love and enjoyed.

I could see he was getting close, “Oh fuck, pig! I’m gonna cum!”, he bellowed. “Do it, fucker! Knock me up! Breed me!”, I begged. “Gonna POZ you up man. Gonna. Fuckin’. POZ!!!!”, he barely got that out before I felt his rock hard meat painting my guts with his sick seed. Time was suspended as I stared up at him between my legs. He ground his venom into me real good before finally going soft and sliding out. I immediately replaced his cock with a butt plug I kept handy. Nothing like getting a charged load on your lunch hour. Ain’t working from home great? Now, I have a fondness for rough trade. And this dude was just my speed: Skinny, bearded, heavily tattooed, and POZ - a gorgeous specimen. To think I had hit him up less than an hour before on one of the hookup apps. And here I was with his toxic baby batter safely stewing in my faggot cunt. ”You think it’ll take?”, I asked. “Should - I’m toxic as fuck.”, he replied while casually lighting a cigarette. Soon enough he got dressed and collected his gear. “Let me know if you wanna go again sometime, dude”, I said as he walked towards the door. He paused, got a wicked smile on his face and said, “Come see me tonight. Stop by just before 9 pm. Be ready”. With this, he handed me a business card. “Later pig”, he spat as the door shut behind him. I inspected the card; ‘Ruby Scorpion Tattoos’. The address put it on the south side of town. I have some ink on me, not a lot, but I hadn’t scratched that particular itch in some time. I had only started actively Chasing since making a New Years resolution to get POZZED by the end of this year. And finding a real unmedicated POZ fucker was proving a greater challenge than I had expected. So the prospect of getting another dirty load from this guy - especially in a tattoo parlor - got me hella excited. By 8:30; I’m cleaned up, cleaned out, and headed to the south side. As I’m driving through this unfamiliar part of town, I see a red neon scorpion in one of the windows. Definitely the right place! I hit the front door just before 9 pm. A bell announces my arrival. “We’re closed!”, said a big guy with a push broom, not bothering to look up. “Oh - umm...I was told to..”, I stammered. “We’re closed, ASSHOLE!”, he growled this time turning to face me. It was then that I realized I never got the name of the fucker that had bred me. I pulled the business card - no name on it. At this point, the broom guy started toward me with a purpose. This guy was big. I mean BIG: six foot four, broad shoulders, barrel chest, shaved head, goatee, wearing a white wife-beater that popped against his brown skin. And he was clearly pissed. I’m already turning to leave as he reaches for me. “Tiny! Hold it, he’s with me.”, I hear from the back of the shop as the fucker from before enters the front. ‘Tiny’ released me roughly as the fucker locked the front door and took me by the arm. “I’m sorry. I...I..didn’t know your name”, I offered a bit shakily. “Chill”, he replied as we crossed the room. “Yeah, sorry - your buddy ‘Tiny’ kinda freaked me out. I’m chill, I’m chill...”, I began. “No, I’m Chill... My. Name. Is. ‘CHILL’”, he corrected. It took me a second. “Oh...OK. Hi.” (Jeez this guy must think I’m a dork). He chuckled to himself as he walked through the shop. “So you already met Tiny”. I acknowledged him with a nod. He had resumed sweeping. “Come with me”, he ordered. I complied, lost in the moment. “Tiny, this is that new guy I told you about earlier.”, Chill said causing Tiny to stop sweeping. “Oh yeah?”, Tiny replied, “I’ll tell Sarge”. With that, Tiny disappeared into the back room. I followed Chill down a flight of stairs to a dungeon space. The room was painted black with red lighting. A sling hung in the middle. I didn’t need anymore encouragement. I was naked in an instant. Chill pushed me to my knees and hauled out his semi while I hit my poppers. I was sucking him nice and hard as I heard two sets of boots tromp down the stairs. Soon enough, Tiny had hauled me up - effortlessly, I might add - and set me into the sling. He secured my wrists and ankles firmly with velcro restraints. He paused to take in my body. I’m no huge prize, but I’m decent looking for a man who just turned 40. This was the first time I looked at Tiny in the face. He was handsome, with smooth features that made him ageless. He smiled knowingly, leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Chill told us about you. About what you want. What you need,” he started caressing my cheek. I began to speak, “Shhhh,” Tiny whispered putting his index finger to his lips, “You’re here for a reason. You’re in the right place.” “This the pig you bred earlier”, a new voice bellowed. “You must be Sarge,” I said. He looked over at me with a cold glare. “No one’s talking to you.”, he uttered condescending while taking a puff of his cigar. Tiny, behind him, held his index finger to his lips again. OK, my bad - I thought to myself. Sarge was an older dude. Silver flattop haircut, clean shaven, muscle shirt, jeans, sleeves on both arms, and a face that told the story of a life lived hard. I watched as Chill undressed as he murmured something in Sarge’s ear. Tiny took his his cue and also started undressing. All the while, Sarge never taking his eyes off me. Sarge walked over to me. His two coworkers flanking him, stroking themselves absently. He took a long draw on his cigar. The tip of it glowed red. Smoke exited his nostrils menacingly. “Chill tells me you’ve been looking for...a certain something. Is that right?”, he asked. I nodded and swallowed hard. “Well, lucky for you, we may just be able to help you with that. Is that what you want?”. I nodded again as my cock twitched. He took another puff of his cigar and stepped back into the darkness. Chill stepped forward, greased his cock and pressed it against my hole. Tiny got me poppered up as Chill entered me. He was just as bone hard as he had been earlier that day. You ever take a cock that’s so hella-hard it feels like steel? That’s Chill. His dick may not have been the biggest, but it was veiny as fuck and I swear it was hard as stone. He got his fuck on. I could see his turgid tool sawing into me in the mirror suspended above. I felt and watched as my now soft, worthless, dick jiggled and bounced on my belly. I reveled in that expression of my submission. I could see Sarge’s silhouette in the background - his cigar glowing and fading from time to time. The smoke lending a haze to the dim red lighting. Having unloaded in me earlier, Chill took a good long time to get his nut. But nut he did. And gloriously so. He made sure to fully unload into me before stepping away. Less then a minute later Tiny stepped forward. Having taken off his shirt I could now see, even in this light, his full body tattoo. It was one magnificent piece, from his neckline down. He turned around slowly, arms outstretched, to let me take it In. I marveled at the artistry, at the patience it took, at the pain tolerance of the man. It must have taken years. That familiar red glow peaked and faded over his shoulder. Tiny seemed to enjoy the admiration - of me feasting my eyes on him. He smiled broadly and cued me to look up at the mirror. Doing so, I saw his equally magnificent black cock as he approached my cunt. Tiny, it was NOT. This was a cock any man would envy. Would fear. Thick as my wrist and almost as long. With a magnificent crimson head the size of a plum. I took a hard swallow as his foreskin kissed my pussy lips. I tensed at the thought of him entering me. From the shadows, Chill appeared and poppered me up. With that, Tiny began his long journey into me. His pliant cockhead entered me easily enough. Followed, slowly, by his ebony shaft. Slowly. Achingly slowly. I could hear my heart beating in my ears as his smooth raw cock travelled deeper and deeper towards my core. I felt him press against my inner ring. Somehow, Chill was right there poppering me up again. I could feel Tiny relent from my inner cunt. He whispered: “Give your self to me. I want to give you my Gift. Show me how much you want it, now.” In that moment, I felt my world open to him. Tiny slid effortlessly the rest of the way into me. A stream of precum flowed out of my soft useless dick onto my belly. He dipped a finger into it and brought it to his lips. “Sweet, like nectar”. He hissed. I was gone. Gone. I think I passed in and out of consciousness. I remember feeling myself move, rocking back and forth - as if in slow motion. My vision narrowed. I seemed to float up above myself. I could see myself being cleaved in half by this beautiful living rail splitter. Moments later, I realized I was looking at my reflection in the mirror. I wondered why I had not realized that before. Waves of pleasure crashed over me. I marveled as Tiny’s black log appeared and disappeared. Over and over. A part of me wondered how he was doing that. Suddenly I tumbled back into myself when I heard a long scream. It was Tiny. His body convulsed as he delivered a river of charged cum into me. Flooding me. Tiny stood very still. I could see his chest heave for breath . He was covered in sweat, as was I. After a long moment I felt his magnificent third arm slip out of me. He staggered back, into the shadows. I didn’t need my hands to tell me my cunt was gaping open and dripping onto the floor below. I wallowed in that feeling of total surrender. Then I heard Sarge step forward. His cigar lighting the way. He took the cigar from his mouth and brought it down to my mawing cunt. I felt him circle my gaping pussy lips with it. The feeling was...indescribably perfect. He brought his cigar back to his mouth. With this, Chill and Tiny stepped forward next to him. Sarge savored the taste of cum on his cigar. Tiny leaned down to receive Sarge’s smoke filled kiss. He took another puff and shard that with Chill. I was witness to a sharing I never knew possible before. Sarge unzipped and hauled out his own very impressive meat. He slipped into my meathole all too easily. “Mmmm...just how I like it: Sloppy as all fuck.” Sarge pulled out and took hold of his long pendulous balls. Together with his cock, he brought them to my mawing cunt, and all at once ALL OF HIM was inside me. Sarge was fucking me with his cock and balls fully inside me. My mind reeled at the sight of it. He pounded me with fury. I watched slack-jawed as he pins toned my cunt until he delivered his demon seed into me as well. It was all too much - and watched as my now hard cock shot a no hands load on me chest. Rapture. It was rapture. Sarge took a step back and regained his composure. “Your journey is almost done”, Sarge said softly. With that signal, Tiny and Chill appeared on either side of me. A small spotlight shown on my left pec. Chill wiped me down as Tiny picked up his tattoo machine. It buzzed to life in his hand as he brought it to my skin. “I had my doubts when Chill brought you here,” Sarge shared. “He had to convince me. But you won over Tiny fairly quickly. And seeing you take them on as you did proved they were right. You were ready.” Tiny worked on me for a several minutes. I couldn’t make out what he had tattooed on my chest in the mirror above. As Tiny stepped away, Chill leaned in from his side and started with his machine. The buzzing continued. Sarge went on, “You’re part of a select few now. We’ve only given our collective Gift to three others before you. Each of us, you see, carries a different strain. All three of us are unmedicated POZ. And now, all three strains have found their new home in you”. The buzzing stopped. Tiny and Chill freed my hands. Sarge passed me a hand mirror. For the first time, I saw my transformation tattoo: A small Ruby Scorpion. It was beautiful. I felt a peace wash over me. As if I had reached the end of a long journey. Finally, I had come home.

12, it was my math teacher and it was sort of my idea. He was so damn hot, sucked on my fingers and toes as well as my dick before he fucked me.

I have been using chasitity and chasteberry for a long time now. My dick was never large depending on the day it was 4 inch something and my balls use to withdraw up inside me. So a true faggot from day one. As who would want to fuck that. I realised that what I did not have out the front was truly covered out the back. I have naturally smooth bubble butt that self lubricates. So my body decided for me I was a faggot. Then a top who I was with for 5 yrs we broke up several years back got me onto the herb and locked me up it was a long hard journey but apart from cleaning 3 5 minute sessions a week I am locked away. It truly was a difficult journey. Now I have just a small head that is a ugly pale pink colour and my balls have basically disappeared and my discharge is a pale watery discharge. If I do. But God I love cock inside me.

exactly and it also teaches us to focus totally on what the top/s want. If I got hard when my ex was fucking me - he would stop, make me cum then he and the tops he would ask over would fuck me immediately after I came to teach me a lesson. when you are a total bottom your brain has to be connected to your cunt nothing else.

Flaccid cock? No. I have had one booty bump in my life. My cock disappeared into my body for 3 days. I never want that to happen again. The tops loved it.

Ready to get experienced - being 1 - love ALL Faggots chat with me - be the Whore I always wanted to be developed as 1 ! Please !

From the moment I know I’m getting fucked my cock becomes a clit. Im flaccid and leak precum the whole time. I usually cum handsfree but never get hard.

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

Continuing Part 3 is also fiction, but, again, Something I hope will happen. ..... After some time of just "being", the Boss asked me "how you feeling queer, have you evened out a bit?" I said yes Sir, I have come down some. I still feel just right with the smoke and was thinking I might need some more smoke. " You haven't moved in awhile, get up and walk". As I stood up I did feel a rush and steadied myself a bit with the chair. " Walk around some, my meth pig, we are leaving and I need you to be able to control yourself in public, we will get you some more smoke in awhile after we leave." Where are we going Boss? I asked. "You ask too many questions faggot, I'm the one in control, just do what I say. That is what you want isn't it, for me to control you, and for you to do whatever I tell you to do, Whatever it is?" Of course Boss I am sorry for being so inquisitive, I trust in you 100% and won't be so questioning anymore. "Good little pig, thats just what I want" he said. We left the house and got into his convertible sports car. Man he loves to drive fast, and I enjoy every minute of the wind in my hair, and the feeling like I am on a rollercoaster. No matter how fucked up he got, it seemed like he was completely together, and sober. Here I am trying just to speak English like a normal human being. Just another reason I was so taken by him. He is a Man in charge and Dominant at all times. He never showed any weakness of any kind. Who could not be attracted to a Man like this. I was so far gone with (Love)?, (Submission)?, (Respect)?, (Admiration)?, I don't know what to call it, but I have fallen hard and there is no coming back from it, even if I wanted to. Which I do not! We pull up to this building that had a very dark parking lot. There was one street light, and it was in the far corner of the parking lot and there were no cars around it. There were several cars in the opposite corner, in the dark. The only sign on the building was a neon sign that was lit up in red that read "BOOKS". I admit to being naïve , this whole life was new to me. I am not a prude though. I do not look down on others for any reason. In fact I have now love this new life, new experiences, new people, and I want to immerse myself in it. Rather be pulled into by my Boss, willingly and excitedly. "You ready for some more smoke?" Yes Sir Please. "I like your enthusiasm, faggot. You told me awhile back you wanted to be a meth pig, an addict to the crystals, and it looks like you have become just that." "Do you know how happy that makes me? I honestly never knew how much I enjoy corrupting queers like you, it make my cock hard" "Now suck my cock" He grabbed me by the hair and pushed my eager open mouth onto his hardon. Even though I was in an awkward position, leaning over the stick shift that was poking me in the chest. However my being uncomfortable was not his problem or worry, it was mine, and I did not give a fuck as long as he was in me, down my throat. He pulled on both of my ears, forcing me up and down on his cock that I craved. "You are a good Ball Washer when you are all spun like this." I didn't get the reference until later thinking about those machines on the golf course where you put your golf ball in and push it up and down and it makes this sort of sucking , licking, cleaning sound. I did sound just like that. My saliva gathering in my mouth and then the force of his cock going up and down. I am a ball washer. Fuck Yeah another great dominating way he makes me feel. All of a sudden he stopped. "This will have to wait, hit this bowl." I hadn't even seen him load that bowl. I watched the swirl in anticipation. I know I talk about that a lot but that mesmerizes me every time. I love seeing that smoke accumulate in that pipe. "Stop looking and start hitting it, faggot, I want you really fucked up" I stopped counting the number of hits I took. After 4 pulls of that pipe, I didn't care. I had no idea what was coming, but I somehow knew I was going to be a real pig doing it. We left the car and walked toward the door. I was walking normally I thought. He grabbed my shoulder as we walked in the door. There was one guy behind a counter and lots of colorful things on the wall. I was having a hard time focusing. I then realized there were lots of "toys" on the wall and I figured out we were in an adult store. I saw out of the corner of my eye, the man behind the counter nodded at my Boss. He nodded back. I heard a buzz as Boss opened the door at the back. I was trying to focus on a poster on the door, it said WANTED in big type at the top there was a picture on it. Wait was that me? No couldn't have been. I must be fucked up. I didn't have time to read anymore Boss rushed me into this dark room with a dim light on the ceiling. He told me "Listen homo, there is a camera above you, but they turn that off when I am here. You do exactly as I say, exactly how I say it and you will make me happy. You want to make me happy dont you?" Of course I do Boss. Whatever you say and no questions and no saying no. "Fuck yeah my little piggie, NO saying NO Ever" He opened a door and pushed me in. There was a small bench in this tiny room where I had hardly any room to move around. The light was right above me, so I could see better. I noticed there were holes in the four walls around me, right about crotch level. One hole had 2 more holes about arms level. It finally donned on me I was in a Glory Hole. a fucking glory hole. I heard his voice outside of my room, "Do you know where you are now faggot?" Yes boss I replied. "You know what your job is, what you are going to do, what you were born to do, what faggots like you were born to do?" Oh Hell Yes Boss. "Good your eagerness is making me really want to show you a rough time, How does that sound pig?" Please Boss give me all you've got, I am more ready than I ever have been. Thank you Boss for knowing what I need and making me do it. His cock came through that hole and I jumped on it. I was so relaxed, and horny, I took it all they way down until I could smell that sweet musk that was only his pubes in my nose. I went to town on that cock. "Go slower queer not so fast". Yes Sir. I slowed down my pace as I could hear him quietly groaning with enjoyment. He doesn't like me knowing he enjoys my cock sucking skills. So hearing him was his way of telling me I was honored. Pleasing him is my only goal. He stuck his arms threw those upper holes and grabbed my head forcing me down on him harder. He pulled his cock out, I could see him lean down, he said "Hey pig, here" I put my face up to that hole and he spit a huge wad in my mouth. Again and again. "Now you are lubed up with my juice" I got wood in an instant because almost nothing is hotter to me than him giving me his spit. I said almost. As I was blowing him he started to talk to me. "Keep going but listen to me, listen good. There are going to be lots of other cocks you are going to suck here tonight. Some you might know, but you wont be able to see who they are. That doesn't matter. Some you wont know, and again that doesn't matter does it, since tonight you are going to be a pig for cum. My cumpig." I nodded since his dick was in my mouth. "Good good. If you impress me here tonight there will be a very good opportunity for you" Thank you Sir I said with his cock in my mouth but he understood. Next thing I knew there was another cock to his right. I had no idea who, and I didnt fucking care. Bring on the cocks I thought to myself. I went down on that cock it was smaller than my Boss's. This one smell differently. Like he's been to the gym. Sweaty but not foul sweaty. I kept my left hand on my Boss's cock and stroked it while I went down on the second one. He knew I needed and wanted his direction. That his voice was the key to my submission. "Good you cock pig. I see you are enjoying this" I nodded again. "I always know what you want and need", he said like he could read my mind of what I just thought. Then a third cock appeared to his left, what was I going to do. I went back down on my Boss's cock and stroked the other two with each hand. I had always wanted secretly to be this much of a pig. To be used like this. Him using me, and others getting enjoyment out of it too. Honestly I didnt really care about these other cocks. Only making him happy and he wants me to enjoy this, to make him happy, so I am getting lost in it. He pulled out and I went down on the cock I had not sucked yet. This one was kinda dirty, it smelled kinda dirty. I didn't care. I can see a dim light though the holes but didn't pay much attention to it. Then through the arm holes I see a pipe with meth in it boiling. "Hit this my meth pig" I jumped on that glass dick and sucked it too. Then through the other lower glory holes there were two more pipes. "Hit those, hard, meth pig" Yes Boss thank you. I drew in one and then the other. "Hold it in, like the addict I have made you." My head was reeling and I had to blow out, the cloud was so huge I couldn't see anything for a minute. "Such a good meth cock pig" I heard him say as the others laughed and agreed. Thank you Sirs, I said as I was feeling very submissive. Then there were 3 cocks again , and I bobbed back and forth with my hands and my mouth. One was telling me, suck it boy. One was saying take it all queer, and my Boss was very quietly calling me his meth pig, over and over. He knew what turned me on, he knew what kept me riled up. The sweaty man said I'm getting close. My Boss demanded "Take his load, all of it" I went down on that one and kept my tongue rubbing his head. He exploded into my mouth , and being such a pig tonight I took it all and swallowed every bit, like I was told to do. Then the cock was gone and I heard the door open and he left. "You take what I say seriously don't you faggot" Yes Sir I do. "Good job, now get to work" I was craving my Boss cock so I went there first while stroking the other one. He put his arm through to hold my head. He pulled back and I thought he was going to spit. Instead he slapped my cheek hard. Very hard. It surprised me. I could see him looking at me, I didn't recoil because I fucking loved it. Then a different arm appeared in the other hole, and he slapped me. I groaned with pleasure, and then they just went to town. Back and forth ,one then the other slapping me like a tennis ball, my head going side to side. This continued for over a minute I could feel my face getting numb from the redness and the enjoyable pain. It stopped all of a sudden. "I didn't know my meth pig was such a pain freak too. You are just a fucking faggot pig for whatever I want to do to you" Oh hell yes I am Sir. No saying no and enjoying everything, that was your rule. "Wow a faggot that listens and obeys no matter what" "Hell yeah, suck my cock now. I was so worked up I had a raging hard on in my pants, but no one here cared about that. I could almost bust my nut spontaneously, but talked myself out of it so as not to spoil my submissiveness. Boss put his hand through and grabbed my head and forced it onto the other cock in the room. "Take it take it" I let his force guide me all the way down on this man. "Keep your tongue out, you can take more of it" I did as I was told and he was right. My nose was now on this mans stomach, no hair there at all. After only a short time this man said I'm going to blow. My Boss pulled my head off his cock and I started immediately started stroking it. I heard my Boss tell the other man, "shoot that load all over his face. cover that fag in cum." His load was so big the semen shot all over my head. In my hair my eye, my nose and both cheeks, He just kept the cum coming while he moved it all over my head. Then this man started rubbing the cum onto my face with the head of his cock. He was using his dick like a paint brush and my face was his canvas and his cum was his paint. He was getting small amounts of semen and feeding it to my eager mouth. Swiping it off my face and into my mouth. I could hear my Boss behind him egging him on. "Get more , feed that fag pig. He wants it, can't you see dude, he wants it force feed him your cum." Fuck I was so turned on. Then his cock disappeared and he left. It was only the Boss and me. "Meth time. There's only you and me right now." The door opened and there He was ,his cock out and a bowl in his hand. We are going to smoke this one together. He leaned down and put the bowl right in front of me. "Watch it like you love to do" I watched as the smoke started to rise in the bowl. Yeah I said quietly, and then "yeah" he said as a whisper. "Look at that, doesn't your body crave that? Doesn't your mind ache for it. Don't you want me to give you this sweet smelling liquid turned gas so that your mind can open up more, so that your throat can open wide?, so that you can lose more control to me?" Please Boss I beg of you can I have it. "No way faggot he yelled" as he took the whole bowl of smoke into his lungs. Grinning that evil grin I loved. He then pulled my hair back, closed my nose with his fingers , and open my mouth. He then shotgunned all the smoke he had taken in and blew it into my mouth which I inhaled every bit. After his lungs were empty he told me to "Hold it in, meth pig" and he repeated, meth pig over and over. He did this 3 more times. He had never done that before. I fucking loved that shit. I now didnt even know where I was, I was so fucked up and cloudy. I only knew I was with him and he was in charge. "You see my pig, we will have more join us. I put a wanted poster on the door that said, Wanted straight cocks down my throat and fill my gut with cum. Your picture is on that poster, so every man that comes in here knows what you look like, but you have no idea who they are." "I know that may be taking a chance on your reputation, who knows who could see it, and that may know you, thats not my problem, I'm not taking chances you are, I like that idea do you like that idea meth cum pig?" I knew somewhere I should say no. Not in the complete submissive pig state I was in. I replied Hell yes Boss I love that idea. You are the only one I care about knowing and impressing. Fuck anyone else. You are my everything my God, so who gives a damn. "That did it fag, you made my day. Here Take my cock." He then fucked my face so rough and violently giving me no time to breath, ignoring my gagging. He slapped my face more while he was forcing himself down my throat. "Rape you, take you, force you, meth pig, meth pig, my meth pig, my property, my faggot, meth pig, open mouth hole, you are just a hole for me to rape." He kept repeating those words in different order loudly at first then to almost a whisper that only he and I could hear. I grabbed his ass and pushed as he pushed my head. Both of us with the same goal, get that cock further in my gullet. He started hitting the top of my head. Meth pig, he repeated. I felt his balls pull back and I knew what was coming. Literally. He shot so hard down my open mouth hole, he buried my face as I pushed harder on him. He was well past my tongue, hell he was half way down my throat. When I thought he was done, he said "Here's more, take it" he continued to ejaculate into me for what seemed like long minutes. He grunted, I had never heard him do that. He pulled out leaned over me and spit one more time. Then he collapsed onto that bench and the only thing I heard him say was "FUCK". Should I continue guys? Are you all liking this story? Are you bored with it? I have more, just give me some feedback. Thanks for enjoying my writing.

The first part of this story was true, factual account. This second part is pure fiction. In my mind it is exactly what I want to happen. One day, soon after the last part ended, I was minding my own business. I was doing my job like I am paid to do. The Boss called me and said we were going to have to work on Saturday. Normally I had weekends off. He told me to come in at 4:00pm. When I asked why we had to work on a Saturday and why we were starting so late in the day, he barked at me "if you dont want your job I can get any other faggot to come here and do it. for you, remember your employment lies strictly in my hands." I replied I would be happy to come in on Saturday at 4:00pm. Thats a better attitude, thats what I want to hear from you. Yes sir, I said. I was not really happy but I also knew his word was the most important thing to me, so who needs time off. At 3:00pm on Saturday I was getting out of the shower and getting dressed when my phone rang. He would never see but in my contacts listing his name was listed as Dom, as in Dominant. That could fool anyone looking and still give him the respect he deserves in that kind of silent way. He told me we were not going to work at the office and I was to come to his house. I started to ask why, and caught myself, asking if he would text me the address so I could put it in my navigation system. I was excited, turned on, scared, and so many other things but most of all my submissive self became alive. I got my in car quickly so I would have extra time to get there and not be late, but, also have time to scope out his surroundings. I knocked on his door at exactly 4:00pm. The door came open but no one was there. I heard a voice, his voice, say come in and sit down right there. I did and watched the door close and lock all by itself. Rather close and lock by his command. I looked around and saw a camera and speaker in the corner ceiling pointed right at where I was sitting. I stood up a minute and acted like I was tucking in my shirt and noticed the camera silently follow my moves. This gave me instant wood knowing he was controlling my every move in my first minute here. Then a voice came over that speaker and told me to go down the hall and turn left at the stairs and go up to the 3rd floor. As i got to the top of the stairs there was a table with a pipe on it that clearly had a decent size rock of crystal in it. Again the camera and speaker told me to stand there and smoke that entire bowl before I came into his office. As I took the first hit, watching the smoke do that swirl that so gets me excited, his voice said bring that in here now. I opened the door and brought the pipe and torch with me. He was sitting there with only a pair of shorts that were red and blue, and a T Shirt. I feel overdressed I said, trying to make a joke. He laughed kinda, like an obligation. Take off your shirt and sit right here, as he pointed down at the floor in front of him at his feet. I took off my shirt, leaving on the T Shirt I wore under it, and I sat down close enough to see that he had no underwear on and I was in between each leg. He propped his feet in my lap and waited to see how I would react. I think he felt the wood in my pants grow fast. I do what he says when he says it. THAT is my job. Nothing else is my job, but what he commands. Sitting there looking up at him felt so right, so like the world was in order and my place was defined. He took the pipe from my hand and grabbed the torch. shoving the bowl into my mouth saying "take the rest in this one hit." I watched the rock melt again and the smoke started to rise. "Breath it in fag finish this like a good little meth piggy." I pulled on that pipe until there was no smoke left and my lungs were going to explode. He put his fingers around my nose and squeezed with his right hand and put his left hand around my neck and gave it a slight squeeze too. As I sat there feeling my head race, my heart pounding he continued to increase the grip on my neck making sure the smoke stayed inside me. Finally he let go of my nose, only loosening his hand on my neck. I signaled, may I exhale? He nodded yes and gripped my neck tighter saying he wanted to feel what was left leave my body. I blew out hard and fast, and he said, "thats what I wanted." My face was red and on fire. He picked up a mirror held it up to my face and said, "This is what my meth pig looks like when he obeys!" and grinned an evil grin that turned me the fuck on. I looked very high but very happy. He told me to just sit there under him while he worked, and I would be doing my job. I had fantasized about sitting under his desk and did so happily, feeling my high. I did not interrupt him or speak at all, I lie down on my back and his feet were on top of me. 2 hours went by and I hadn't moved or made a sound. "I am so proud of my fag you are going to get a treat." Wondering what that could mean he opened a drawer on his desk. He took out a bag of meth, a spoon, a syringe, and a tourniquet, Now i will remind you I was new to the drug scene, but not naïve. I knew exactly what this meant and I started to get up from the floor. He simply pressed his foot on my face and pushed me back down. "Not quite as dumb as I thought. I know you have never done this, but you will be safe, I will be right here. OK?" His foot was still pressing my face on the floor, and I nodded yes. He told me to get up and sit in the chair next to his desk. My high had come down a bit, I wasn't frozen anymore. "I want you to feel the rush that a good slam will give you" "You said you wanted to be my meth pig didn't you? This is part of that. You wanted me to get you addicted didn't you?" Nervous but strikingly turned on I said Yes Sir. I watched while he melted down the rock and drew it up in the syringe. He pushed the air out and flicked the syringe several times. He sat the syringe down putting the cap back on it. I guess my face looked a little glazed. He slapped me hard on the cheek, which made me come alive. "I am going to do a little and you are going to do less. Just a small amount to start." "Relax and let me take you somewhere you have never been before." He said in a very calming manner. "Do you trust me" I replied of course I do Boss. My life belongs to you now. I trust you 100%. I watched intently as he placed the needle in his right arm at the vein in his inside elbow. He pushed in until there was only a small amount left. Then he pulled back on the syringe until a rush of red entered the barrel, then he pulled it out of his arm, and put the cap back on the syringe. He quickly removed the band and I watched the rush come over his face. I had never seen him smile that kind of smile. I had always wondered what the big deal about sharing needles was. Now I knew. I looked at that syringe with a pale red color and craved for it to be in my arm. His needle in my arm. I had taken his load of cum, his spit, and his piss. This was a natural next step to take his blood into me. This time it would not be digested. This fluid of his would remain in my bloodstream flowing throughout my body. That idea made my dick get really hard. Never had something not sexual made me so turned on. I knew these drugs were making me crave them more. Fuck Yeah. All this was going on in my head as I watched him be so high. I sat quiet and let his high take him where he wanted. Looking at him there I realized I had never been with anyone so handsome. so attractive and so masculine. I felt honored that he wanted me , exactly the way he did. I like being his property and meth pig and mouth hole. I just stared and watched for what seemed like a long time. When he came back, he opened his eyes and looked right at me. "Are you ready? Are you scared?" He was being genuinely concerned for just a moment. I said Yes Boss. Please I want to feel what you just did. The Dom retuned to his face. "You know my blood will be in you right?" "Does that scare you". Oh hell no Sir. I want your blood in me. "isn't What If there is something in my blood" Again I said I do not care, whatever is in your blood I want in mine. "You have become such a good pig. You say the right things, you acknowledge that I am superior to you, and you do whatever I tell you to. That is the kind of pig I want to own for a very long time." "Let's do this." He put the tourniquet around my left arm tightly but not too tight. He swabbed my vein with an alcohol wipe. I watched very closely and as he started to push the needle tip into my vein, he stopped. He put his face directly in mine. "You sure?" Then he spit a big wad of spit into my eye, it ran slowly down my face. He grinned and so did I. He liked that. I felt the needle go in, It felt good. It felt like destiny. Him having another way of controlling me. I watched as the pale red meth entered my body and disappeared. It felt a little hot. I felt VERY hot and turned on. He removed the needle recapped it and set it down. Holding my left hand he said "be ready for the ride of your life." He pulled off the band and kept my hand in his. All of a sudden I got even more warm and my mind went into what I can only describe as overdrive, I kept my eyes open I was afraid to close them that I might tumble into some abyss. Staring only at his face, all these memories of every encounter we had were coming at me like a movie reel. All the smoking meth, all the dirty pig sex. Even my interview with him I was so nervous because he was so hot. In this thought I wasn't nervous but confident. He stood up. but it looked like slow motion. He pushed me to floor on my knees. He placed my face into his shorts. The smell, that smell I remembered well was there but much stronger. I just breathed it in. I put my arms around his waist and placed my hands on his ass. His shorts were still on. He didnt make any sudden moves. He asked me "Do I liked being his meth pig." I couldn't really find my voice. He said "dont talk" so I just nodded, but I pushed my face into his crotch harder. "Ahh you do" "Now you are my slamming pig. do you like that?" This time I looked up at him straight in his eyes. I struggled but found the words to say Thank you Sir. Even in my high I will never forget that look of satisfaction on his face. He was very pleased with himself and I was loving every minute of this. No more words were spoken and I sat there on my knees with my face in his crotch for an eternity. My mind came around again and I was feeling like I was waking up. I noticed he had placed me back in my chair and I hadn't even noticed. He was there, looking at me. Smiling like the Cheshire cat. "Well how did you like that my faggot?" You opened up something in me that I never had felt, that I never knew. I fucking loved it. When can we do that again? I asked. "Not so fast new slam pig, I have other plans for tonight that you are going to love, and if you dont love it you will tell me you do, isn't that right homo?" I will love whatever you tell me to love, Sir. "Goddamn right faggot." To be continued...............

Chapter 2. The next morning over breakfast, I asked my boy if he wanted me to stretch him out some more and try out some more cum play. He smiled across the table with that same shy mischievous grin, and then asked what I had in mind. I told him we’d be taking a few days off from rawfucking to get his hole relatively tight again, but we’d jerk off daily. Each time we came for the next few days, we shot our loads into a jar and kept it in the fridge. I know I added a load more than once a day and I’m sure he did too. By the weekend, the jar was obscenely splattered with a good half inch of our combined milky seed. I got my boy to lean back and lapped at his puckered ass, savoring its tightness. With no abuse, he was tighter than he’d been in months. I tongue fucked him as his hole began to relax and then dipped my fingers in the cum jar. Fresh from the fridge, the goo was cold and thick, but it did a great job of lubing his ass. It tasted so good and I loved how his greedy hole seemed to suck it in. In that moment, savoring the sight of his cum-lubed hole, I grabbed my phone and shot a few pics. I snapped as my raw cock, slimy with cum, slid into his hole. I got a great pic of his hole clinging outward as I reared back, then sucking in as I slammed forward. I shot a big load into him, but with his hole already so wet, it hardly made a difference. I knew I would stay hard for bit and pulled out to replace my cock with the dildo. I slid it’s full length into him. As he tried to dig his fingertips into his hole, I swatted them away and slid my own hard cock into him alongside that fake dick. He wailed, loving the sensation of having his ass split open by two cocks. He shouted out that he wanted to feel two real raw cocks in his ass. I got him to talk dirty and confess he wanted to feel two real raw cocks in his ass. ‘What about the lube,’ I asked. He moaned back begging for me to keep his ass full of cum. Of course, that made me come immediately and he blasted all over his chest without even touching his cock. As I smeared his seed onto my cock and fucked it back into him, I asked him if he was really sure of what he wanted. He almost seemed ashamed to admit it, but I smiled and told him that I was loving his piggy side coming out more and more. Her hung his head and sighed that he was afraid he’d keeping wanting more and more and not be able to stop, going as far as taking POZ cum. The thought of that clearly freaked him out as much as it turned him on. I hugged him and told him I’d be there to make sure he was safe, more or less, and could just enjoy the sex. Besides, taking two cocks at once wasn’t really so filthy. Now, ten, that’d be a different story. He just grinned at me playing with his sopping pussy, saying how hot it would be to take a load from a stranger and not even see his face. I asked how he’d feel about taking a load without knowing the guy’s status. His cock sprang right back to life and I slowly massaged his balls saying that guys who fuck raw are bound to take POZ seed sooner or later. I kept talking dirty until he came again, his thick load dripping down his shaft. We held each other as we drifted off to sleep, his ass leaking loads into a cool puddle on the bed, and me hatching a plan to get another guy’s cum and cock deep into my boy’s guts. To be continued...

Most recently my last stop on tour required that I find another location to have fun. In a smaller city in Florida, with no Bathhouse, small Gay Club and not much else to do; I sat down during the 3 weeks stay that we were there intending on finding a place to go to get some fun. I finally settled on Orlando; and scheduled a day off booked a Red Coach Bus into Orlando, which was Super cheap thanks to Groupon and set out to have some fun. I got up early in the AM and jumped in an Uber to the station and posted on Barebackrts to let the city know I was on my way; and planned on a good time. It was also 1/2 price night at Club Orlando so I knew that at least I would save some money on my fun day out. I got off the Bus and walked a few blocks down to the a Denny's grabbed some breakfast and messaged a gentlemen on who invited me over for some fun. He was near to the Bathouse; so it gave me a chance to chill before 4pm and 1/2 price night a great way to get started. He let me swallow a load; wanted to fuck me only when i had a sloppy hole and sent me on my way with a stomach full of cum and coffee. I got to Club Orlando at 1pm and figured it was worth the early entry to lose the 1/2 price charge; and just went ahead in checked in. It was quiet inside; but I still had some fun. As the time went by and 4pm hit; it got crowded and it was great to have started some fun before and be settled in to watch people who came in. Once it got busy; I played around with quite a few people mostly swallowing some dick; before I got dragged into fun with 2 pumped cock Daddy's who took turns stretching my hole; it started out as one of those occasions where my eyes tried to write a check that my ass couldn't cash but I just relaxed and let the stroke happen and eventually my hole opened and he slid in and out giving me some of the best pleasure I had had for the last 6 weeks on tour. I kept going with them while we were in the elevated gloryhole wall; and before I know it we had been joined by a few others. Someone grabbed my cock and slipped it into their mouth; and kept going back and forth from licking my hole and the cock that was pounding it and swallowing my dick. Before I knew it a loud grunt starting coming from behind me...... After that 1st load I kept going; I found a muscle daddy with a pierced monster cock who let me swallow his load and while doing so got my load splashing out. And then one of the pumped Daddy cock refilled my hole, and gave me another load in my ass before I knew it was time for me to leave and head back to catch my bus back to the quiet city the tour stop was in. 3 days later the Coronavirus shutdown our tour and I had to take solace in knowing that I was well on my way to the best year as a cumdump I was going to have almost ever!

I found a place where a bunch of homeless guys have their tents, it is spread over several blocks, I went a few days ago when the weather was warm and a lot of guys were running around shirtless. I am not sure how to cruise these people. Do I take off my shirt and walk around? Do I park a few blocks away and wear junky clothes and just try to blend in? Any tips appreciated. I don't know why homeless guys turn me on so much, especially if they are tweakers!

Went to a bookstore tonight again ... love that place because guys just want to get off. No pretense! Walked in in flip flops, running shorts and tshirt. Had a black guy's hand down my shorts feeling the cum in my ass while i was still in the hallway looking at the list of videos. Grabbed his hard cock through his pants and asked if he wanted to fuck me and then led him, still holding on to his cock, to the nearest empty room where i immediately stripped naked and bent over as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down my crack to get it coated with cum and lube. Then he pressed into me. He had a nice thick cock and my ass opened up to him as a couple more guys came into the room. One reached over to twist my nipples and sex sounds came out of my mouth involuntarily and another guy stuffed his cock down my throat and started fucking my throat. The guy on my nipples doubled down and i started moaning loudly around the mouthful of cock, letting anyone outside know i was getting used. The room filled up with 3 or 4 other guys and as the guy in my ass was unloading a clerk poked his head in and said that somebody needed to put coins in the video. The light of a gay movie came on as another guy got behind me and slid his cock into my wet pussy. I stayed naked for almost 2 hours and got bred by 6 guys. When i was finally walking out the clerk told me not so fast and he took me back to the same room and dropped his load in my ass. I didn't clean up when i left with cum dripping down my leg. This slut was in heaven!

Part 3 Todd began to grunt which friend into now if a howl as I felt his cock grow harder and then I could feel his cock spasm inside my hole m as he exclaimed, “FUCK! FUCK YEAH! FUCK, TAKE MY DIRTY CUM!” I heard one of the guys who was standing next to us and had witnessed my getting fucked say, “Breed that bitch, give him your charged load.” I heard another guy yell, “Fuck yeah Todd, poz that neg ass.” I was trying to figure out what they meant with each comment when Todd resumed fucking me, his cock still rock hard as he let me know, “Now I own you, I own your ass” which he punctuated when a couple deep, hard thrusts. Todd fucked me for a good 10 minutes before he paused, put his arms under me and told me, “Put your arms around my neck and wrap your legs around me.” In this position Todd was able to pick me up. He continued to fuck me as he carried me over to this ‘swing’ like contraption I heard someone referred to as a ‘sling’. He placed me I the leather seat while a couple of the guys watching us helped by putting my legs I the stirrups. Todd was now standing as he continued to fuck me as I lay in the sling. The sling seemed to give him an advantage allowing him to fuck me deeper. He made sure that every stroke he made inside my ass was looking, deep and with purpose as he said, “Yeah, you’re starting to feel it, you’re starting to feel my DNA burrowing into your body. You feel my DNA becoming part of you. Soon it will start to take over your thoughts, your desires, your dreams and your fantasies.” His words danced through my head. All my random thoughts began to fly out of my head as Todd's words began to dominate my thoughts. He smiled at as he continued to fuck me working the cum he deposited inside me into the walls of my ass. As strange as it sounded when Todd spoke of it, it felt like his sperm was burrowing into my cells. I could tell that his DNA was working is way into all parts of my body, working into my brain, taking over my thoughts. I was starting to feel different, I was starting to think different. My mind was focused only on Todd’s words and actions as he worked his cock in and out of my ass. I began to work my ass muscles tightening my ass muscles as Todd was pulling out and relaxing my ass when he pushed in. Surprisingly my mind was thinking about getting him to breed me again. I could tell by the expressing on his face that he could feel what I was doing with my ass. He smiled and said, “That's my little bitch, work that ass. You want more of my dirty cum?” My only answer as he continued to fuck me was a nod is my head ‘Yes’. He continued, “Not to worry, I’ve got plenty my charged seed for you, able once I’m certain that I’ve given you enough of my jizz to convert you I’ll let others fuck you.” He paused taking to me for about a minute as his breathing and the pace he was fucking me began to increase. His cock began to become harder and thicken as he continued, “What do you think? I figure they can fuck you for $10 and breed you for $25.” Again he paused, but only for a few seconds when he suddenly said as he was about to breedme for the second time, “FUCK! It doesn’t matter what you think. I own your ass and I plan on renting it out so you might as well get used to the idea.” I continued to milk his cock with my ass when suddenly Todd slammed his cock balls deep inside me. I felt his cock spasm letting me know he was breeding me again as he kissed me for the first time. My body responded as I let his tongue pushed into my mouth. As I was experiencing my first man-on-man kiss Todd’s words from earlier were still dominating my mind. His DNA was taking over and becoming part of me as I was trying to get more of his lips as we kissed me and he continued to slowly fuck me. While we were still kissing I started to think about what was really consuming my thoughts was a strong desire for another needle I my arm. This new drug he gave me, Tina he valued it, made me feel so good that I had to have more. For a split second I worried what Todd would think about me if I asked for another one so soon, but then the desire for the needle, the need for the drug won out and when we stopped kissing I sheepishly asked, “You think I can get another ‘shot’ of that new drug?” Todd answered me with a chuckle while he continued to slowly fucked me, “First of all the drug is called Tina. It’s also known as ice, clear, crystal or meth but it’s better know as methamphetamine. The needle is called a rig or point and the ‘shot’ you are asking about is known as a slam.” I now understand the reason behind his ‘chuckle' as I smiled and corrected my request, “Can I get another slam of Tina?” Todd grinned like the Cheshire cat sitting in the tree above Alice as answered, “Absolutely, I signs use another slam myself.” Todd continued to slowly fuck me as a tourniquet was placed on my arm and a couple rigs seemingly appeared from no where. Todd stop me fucking to administer my slam telling me, “You will learn for to self administer how own slam when you start working.” I wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘working’ but I knew I was going to want to know how to make a administer my own slam. Todd wiped my arm with alcohol and explained as he was administering my slam, “Find a nice fat vein and slip the needle in, then pull the plunger back slightly getting a flash of red indicating your you’re in the vein then slowly empty the contents.” The tourniquet was snapped off and I began to cough while Todd administer his own slam. Then we were each handed a small glass of Gatorade with GHB. Todd explained, “GHB, better known as G, enhances the Tina and increases your horniness.” Right after we each downed our drinks Todd resumed slow fucking me as we kissed some more. He gradually picked up his pace as I flexed my ass muscles truly to milk another load out of him. With Todd’s silence and the way he was fucking me had me thinking he was teasing me. It was starting to drive me to the point I worked my ass harder and began ask him, “Are you getting tired? I need you did breed me again. I really wanted more of your special cum.” Todd just grinned at me and have me a couple of quick ‘jabs’ with his cock before responding to me, “You really want more of my special cum? Are you sure you really want me to give you the gift of my special gift?” I answered, “Fuck yeah give my your special gift.” This cause a couple of the guys watching Todd fuck me to laugh at one of them said ‘I bet you do’ and another said ‘Be careful what you ask for.’ Todd must have been holding out when he suddenly began to rabbit fuck me and within minutes free as ready to breed me for the third time. As his breathing began to pick up and I can’t his cock get harder and thicker Todd leaned his face close to mine to where we were almost touching when he asked me, “Do you really want my gift? Do you understand what is special about my cum? Why my cum is dirty?” I had no idea what he meant by his questions. All I knew was that I needed him to cum in my ass and breed me. I tightened my ass trying to milk that load out of him and said, “Fuck, just give me your cum and breed me.” Todd grunted out as I felt his cock throb as he fired his load deep inside me. He had a smirk on his face like along with several guys that had been watching us as Todd pushed my hands over my head he kissed me. While he was kissing me and held my hands over my head I was distracted and barely noticed it when my wrists were placed in restraints followed by my ankles. Todd pulled his cock out of my ass and said, “It’s time for your ass to make me some money. You can fuck the bitch for $10, and breed the bitch when your diseased cum for $25. Who wants to go first and help convert this pretentious rich boy into my poz whore?"

My name is Tyler and I’m in my senior year in high school. I had just turned 18, and I am still growing, but at 6’tall, 140 pounds, I am a stick. I did have one thing going for me, I have a nice cock (it seems that skinny guys always do). Since I was 18, my parents let me stay home alone for the week while they went to our time share in Florida, which meant I had the week to play. You see I’m gay and with my conservative parents around all the time I never have had the chance to get it on with anyone. I’ve had my share of blow jobs at school but I wanted a man to show me what it is really like to have man to man sex. My parents left on a Friday morning, and allowed me to skip class so I could drive them to the airport. Once I got home I got right on my computer and posted an ad on Craig’s List saying that I was a virgin looking for a man to show me the ropes. I also listed in the ad that I was open to trying new things and having an adventure. I made sure to add a couple pics that showed off my body, ass and cock. Within the hour I started to get a ton of responses. I was able to weed out the “undesirables’’ from the studs, eventually narrowing the list down to four hot studs with whom I began exchanging e-mails to see who was going to be the right one for me. After a few e-mails one guy stood out from the rest. He was 28, 6’3”, 165, with the nicest 8” cock and he loved how I looked. I always thought I was too skinny, but what sealed it for me was the fact that he said he was attracted to skinny boys like me and he asked me if I ever partied. I knew what he meant and the thought of partying with this stud and fucking had my cock throbbing. He asked me if I wanted to host or travel and knowing my neighbors I thought it best for me to travel to him. He sent me his address and a phone number to call if I got lost. I jumped in the shower and dressed in a pair of my skinny jeans, and sent him a text when I left me house. It didn’t take long to get to his apartment and before I knew it I was at his door. I knocked and he answered wearing only a pair of basketball shorts. He welcomed me with a nice kiss and, since he had a studio apartment, we went over to his bed and got comfortable. I noticed that he had porn playing on his TV. He leaned in and kissed me while he pulled at my shirt. When our kissed ended he complimented me on how good looking I was. Then he asked me if I had ever partied before and I replied that I had never partied, but was curious to try it with him. He said cool as he kissed me some more, as he pulled-off my shirt, and loosened my belt. I meanwhile kicked-off my shoes, oh, and I never wear socks. We stopped kissing and he left me on the bed as he went to the bathroom. I thought he was taking a leak when he came back with a couple of syringes. He must have seen the look in my face when he asked me if I was ready to party because he then told me to relax and trust him. He had done this a lot and knew what he was doing. He took a piece of rubber tubing a placed it around my left bicep, and had me pump my fist a few times as he looked for a good vein to hit. I watched as he wiped the area with some alcohol and stuck the needle in my arm. I noticed that there was a red tinge to the liquid but didn’t say a ward as he pulled the plunger back a bit. He said that he was making sure he hit the vein. Then he slowly emptied the contents of the syringe then pulled it from my arm, and had me lay back as he massaged the injection site and quickly told me what to expect. He told me that he was going to pull the tourniquet off and that I’d feel a warmth rush over my body. Then I’d probably feel like I couldn’t breathe and I’d cough out a few times. Then my heart would be beating faster and I’d probably be breathing heavily. He told me to just lay back and enjoy the rush while he did his own slam. He pulled the rubber tubing off of my arm and then I felt it, the warmth, the difficulty breathing and then I coughed out three times. I heard a ringing in my ears and had a little trouble focusing my eyes. I did as he told me and just lay back as my breathing quickened and I could feel my heart beating faster. About then I heard him cough, and knew he had done his slam. I looked up to see him drop his shorts right before he pulled my pants and boxers off. He came up to me, straddled me and put his gorgeous cock at my lips. As his cock was right at my mouth I opened up just as he shot a load of cum for me to eat. He told me that he always cum right after he slams. He was still rock hard and slid his cock in with his load. I was feeling so good as I began to suck his cock with his cum already in my mouth. As I was sucking his cock I reached down to stroke my own piece of wood only to discover I was not yet hard. I couldn’t understand how I could be so soft yet I was so horny. Then I figured it out, it was the Tina that had me so horny. I greedily sucked his magnificent cock as he ran his finger through my hair. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and we got position to 69. I resumed sucking his cock as he began to suck on mine. His mouth felt so good as he sucked and licked, but I wasn’t getting hard. I put it out of my mind as he switched from sucking my cock to licking my balls. Without any warning he began to lick my ass. Man did that feel incredible!!! I let his hard cock slip from my mouth as I began to moan. His cock was still leaking as I started to get drops of precum on my face. He swung around so that he was between my legs. He pushed my ass in the air and kept licking it as he looked down at me. I could tell he was enjoying what he was seeing in my face, I knew I was enjoying everything. He moved up my body and I stared into his beautiful eyes as I felt his cock move into position to take my virginity. He spoke to me as his cock was poised at my hole and asked if I was enjoying myself. I told him I felt great and asked him to be gentle with me since it was my first time. He didn’t say a word, he just looked at me as his cock slid easily into my hole. I was a little surprised, I had always heard that the first time you get fucked typically hurt as the guy’s cock slid inside, but this was feeling unbelievable. I was smiling up at him as he began to fuck me with a passion. He slid in and out very easily as I began to enjoy this man inside him. I don’t know how long he fucked me in this position, but there was a time I thought he was about to cum when he held still then pulled out. He had me get on all fours like a dog and resumed fucking me. This fuck was a little rougher but enjoyable. Actually, I like the increase in force he was using. This guy was incredible, he seemed to be able to last forever but he was. Again I thought he was about to cum when he paused and held still. He then pulled again and we changed positions again. After several hours of this he excused himself and got us some bottled water from the fridge. As I relaxed and drank some of the water he slipped back into the bathroom and returned with a couple more needles for us to slam. This time I wasn’t worried at all as he applied the tourniquet to my right bicep, wiped my arm with alcohol and stuck the needle in a good vein to hit. As he stuck the needle in me I noticed the red tinge in the barrel was more prominent this time. I casually asked about it and he told me he only had the two points and that he had to reuse them. He pulled back and registered a flash of blood then slowly emptied the contents into my arm. He pulled the tourniquet off and I felt a stronger cough and the ringing resumed in my ears louder than before. This time I didn’t lie back like I had with my first one. I got between his legs and took his still hard cock into my mouth as he did his own slam. I heard the cough and felt him cum in my mouth. Boy did I love the taste of cum!!! This time he let me continue sucking his cock as I felt a strong emptiness inside my hole but I wanted to let him relax and enjoy himself. He ran his fingers through my head again as I continued to work his cock with my mouth, tongue and throat. In this position he kept still as I continued to suck his cock. I began to feel him shoot little bits of cum out and could taste it on my tongue. This happened three more times before I pulled off and asked him about it. He told me that he cums constantly like that when he parties. I was a little shocked at the realization that he had cum inside me. He lifted me up by the chin and guided me up his body. He took his other hand and pointed his cock straight up and told me to sit down on it. He then hugged me as we kissed and resumed fucking. I didn’t realize how long I was there when I arrived home and turned on the TV to Sunday night shows: I had spent two days with the guy and loved the experience. When I turned on my computer I had an e-mail from him. He told me he enjoyed fucking me and sharing his gift. I thought he meant the Tina until I got sick a few weeks later. I was sick for nearly a week when my mom began to get really worried and had me go to the doctor. Since both my parents had to work I went by myself. I had confided in him that I was gay when I was 13. He took a lot of blood and told me he’d call me with the results. I was in school when his office called and asked me to stop by after school. I came into the office and was taken back to his office. He came in and told me the news that I was HIV+. He gave me several pamphlets and a prescription for medication. When I got home I sent my friend a text about my result. He replied with yw. I asked him why he sent the yw. He explained that now I was free to party and fuck without the fear of HIV. When I got home I went to my room. At first I cried, then I thought about the fun, the drugs and the fuck I got and realized I wanted more. I sent him another text, thx!

As a married man this is so hot to me. I love cross dressing - being ginger my bush already looks so femme in pink panties. When I tuck my clit away it feels so sexy and perfect. I'd love to be locked up and take hormones to shrink me even more so it looks even girlier. Im a natural sissy - when I'm being fucked my clit goes soft and I just love it more. It's all about the man fucking me and his pleasure.

Part 3: “YOU’RE TOO big - stop no pull it out!” I screamed. My BBC guide’s laughter was the last thing I heard before I passed out. He had warned me - repeatedly. He had told me I would cry, scream, and try to run. That’s why I was tied down like a hostage for this BBC with rough, coarse rope around my wrists and ankles, keeping me from crawling off the bed in in his house in the Shaw neighborhood and fleeing home. I still didn’t know his name - he was my BB guide, the bouncer from the sex party, and my pimp for the street and homeless dick he made me take and for slutting me out to the crackheads during the Ring of Fire. Now, the only ring burning was my ass - my ass, my rectum, and it felt like two feet of my lower intestines had all been scorched to death. His big hands closed tight around my throat cutting off my air as he brutally rammed his elephant penis deeper and split me wider, making me bleed like the crime victim I was. I gasped for air as my crackhead rapist told me again, “YOU WILL GET THAT PUSSY POUNDED FOR HOUR AFTER HOUR AND WHEN MY ROCK RUNS OUT, I WILL LEAVE YOU TIED UP, GO GET MORE, BRING SOME NICCAS BACK - LET THEM RAPE YOU BLOODY - THEN I WILL START ALL OVER. I TOLD YOU, I NEED A LIVE IN WHORE WHO KNOWS HOW TO TAKE CARE OF A MAN - A WHORE WHO I CAN SLAM THIS DICK IN.” I needed my bottle of cocaine, or more of the crack, and tried to ask for it, but his fingers entwined, cutting off all but the faintest sounds. He chuckled, “You awake now huh? I told you that you would be unconscious for the first round. You need that glass pipe? I know you do, but in a minute. Right now it’s all about me and how I’m breaking your pussy’s walls down. I’m gonna make sure you get fucked until you are so sore, loose, and gaping you’re unable to walk and that the only thing in the world that matters are the pipes – the glass one and this fucking big black one.” This must be what it feels like to get fisted I thought. I mean I had taken some big - no some HUGE - dicks since I followed this BBC into the dark streets of DC, but nothing like this. Even Nathan, the smelly bull of a man who had helped bring me back to his house, didn’t fully compare. He was big, but my rapist was far larger - dick and body! He was tall, stocky, rough and thuggish with a full beard and while he was smoking a cigarette when I first met him at the Speed Breeding sex party, crack was his drug of choice - and apparently was mine now too since he had taken my bottle of cocaine. “FEEL THAT? I’M SPLITTING THAT PUSSY OPEN DEEP, MAKING THAT HOLE LIKE THE FUCKING GRAND CANYON! MAKING IT GOOD AND BLOODY SO THAT PUSSY DON’T GET PREGNANT. WELL, IT WILL, BUT WITH...NO MATTER. MY MAN NATHAN’S BEEN OUT ON THE STREETS AND ROUND THE CORNER AT THE TRAP HOUSE. I GOT A ROOM FULL OF CRACK HIGH FUCKERS DOWN STAIRS WAITING TO USE THIS RAW PUSSY - WAITING TO FUCK YOU LIKE THE CRACK WHORE YOU ARE. YOU KNOW WHAT THE PRICE IS TO FUCK YOU? TO FUCK YOU RAW EVEN? A ROCK - A $5 ROCK OF CRACK. EVERY DIRTY, HOMELESS, DUDE IN THIS HALF THE CITY WILL BE SWINGING BY, STAINING MY SHEETS, AND MARKING THAT PUSSY WITH THEIR FILTH - ALL FOR A FUCKING MEASLY $5 ROCK. THAT’S THE KIND OF CRACK WHORE YOU ARE. BUT FIRST, THAT WHITE CRACK PUSSY ASS IS MINE - CHOKING YOU OUT BITCH BOY AS I RAPE THAT SHIT GOOD! CHOKING YOU OUT AS I SPLIT THAT PUSSY AND GIVE YOU MY ELEPHANT BABIES - OH FUCK YES! FEEL THEM BABY SWIMMERS? MY LIL’NICCA’S SWIM DEEP! BREEDING YOU RAW WHORE - FUCKING WHORE - BREEDING YOU!!” I came awake to a rattling sound, close to my left ear. I squinted, took a breath, opened my eyes and there was my BBC rapist, his elephant dick hanging south, floppy, wrinkled, dark, and ominous. He was bent over shaking a red FOLGERS coffee can back and forth. He smiled, “Hear them rocks? Look at this? All them horny fucks downstairs are willing to trade this high for a dip in that bloody pussy. Look? Tumbling rocks, round and round. Fuck that whore pussy was good and I cummed so deep in you I bet you swallowed some nutt the same time I shot it Right? Here - since you was so good, shift your head, hit this pipe, I want you lit as fuck like a God-damn lighthouse so that pussy eats those black dicks up! You are a worthless white crack whore made to serve you black superiors. You know it’s true. I felt that pussy worshipping my black dick, finally knowing it was being used the way it was supposed to.” My ass felt like hot coals had been stuffed inside me and it burned. I tried shifting, but the ropes tying me to the bed meant about the only thing I could do was shift my head from one side to the other. I welcomed the hot glass pipe, the acrid smoke of the crack as it scalded my lungs. “What’s that?” my rapist asked, “You gotta piss? Go ahead. A real trap house crack whore pisses where they lay. You think these guys care? Hell, I expect a few will add to it. Come on now, finish this rock off as you got guys waiting.” Once I exhaled my final hit, my BBC host quickly changed how my legs were tied and instead of having them closed together, he wound the rope around each ankle separately and tied them down to each corner of the bed so my body was staked out in a big X. My host hollered down to Nathan who I gathered was acting as door man. As foot steps sounded on the stairs, my BBC host pulled his dirty white underwear on, dragged a chair across the wood floor, sat down, placed the FOLGERS can by his foot, and lit a fresh rock. He smiled, “Time for the show. Oh don’t worry, Nathan’s got another can downstairs to collect the payment from anyone else who shows. Word will spread once these first couple of guys fuck you about the gang rape going down. Every smoka within a dozen blocks will be heading this way to get off. The rock is good, but as you know, makes you horny as shit and most of these guys have to suffer. Well now you are here to offer relief.” Voices sounded at the door, a couple men entered, someone asked if they could smoke, someone else asked if I was still alive, another man said he didn’t want to be identified later to the cops. Well my rapist assured them they could smoke all they wanted, yes I was alive and pussy ready, and well for the latter, he grabbed a pair of his well stained underwear out of the hamper and slid them over the top of my head so they covered my eyes and nose, leaving my mouth open for the pipe. They all laughed, he then set the glass pipe to my lips and told me to suck the crack smoke up. As I did he said to the assembled crowd, “See, just as promised. A crackhead whore ready for those dicks and that pussy is open and already on its period and I want to see some no mercy fucks and all that cum shoots inside the hole.” Crack smoke and the sounds of crackhead dick raping my ass filled the room as dirty, raw, anonymous dick took turns using me. The men were all shapes and sizes as were their dicks. I never saw a one of them, so don’t know if they were all BBC or what - didn’t matter - their dicks were raw and intent on breeding me. After the first couple of guys fucked and left, someone in the next group mentioned how the sheets were awful bloody. My host just laughed, blew out his pipe smoke, and told them, “Yeah, the whore tried to back out on promises made so I had to bust that cherry, teach him a lesson, make sure he learned to obey. I permanently damaged and rearranged that pussy for sure, just made it better for you niccas to use. So you going to keep asking questions or you here to fuck? There are no refunds. Jesus, maybe trying to arrange a Ring of Fire at home was a mistake. Do I need to drag this whore back up town?” I didn’t exactly remember it happening like that, but had little time to ponder a response before the next man mounted me. I tried keeping count but lost track after 2 - the crack made it so all my mind focused on was getting dicked. “How’s that hole feeling?” my BBC rapist asked, “Don’t start fading on me yet. You ain’t done. Here, hit the pipe, that’s it - hell yeah - you a fuckin rock star whore now working that pipe no handed. You know watching every nicca nutt drop just makes me horny and I can’t wait to tear that pussy up again. Ah, here comes an old smoke buddy. How’s it hangin man?” The guy who entered had a voice that was on the edge of being non-masculine and replied, “Good, good, all good. Folks down the way said you was whoring out some white ass. You know me; I’m always down for pounding a good ass especially when my woman won’t let me in her no more cause of all I’m carrying. Hell man - that pussy looks wet - how many niccas already been up in there? Really? You too? Shit! OK if I wipe it off. I like it dry and firm so I know the whore can feel me.” Someone’s hand began wiping my butt, my crack, my hole, my inner thighs with a towel. The latest guy then said, “Yo, you taken him to Union Station yet? You know those East side guys don’t come this way and bet they would enjoy some fresh twat. They’d mob that shit right.” All conversation ended then as the new man got on the bed, adjusted himself, and got to work. I grunted as he was pretty big, but it felt so fucking good. I tried lifting my hips up, but the ropes prevented it, so I just laid there and enjoyed the ride. Once he had finished, my BBC host followed the guy down the stairs. I could hear voices faintly coming from below and my hole twitched. I needed dick - and some more crack. I heard footsteps on the stairs, at least two men, someone sat in the chair - my rapist. “Well whore,” he said with a sigh like he had just gotten off a long day’s worth of work, “The cathouse is closed for the moment. Fuck that was a good run you fucking slut. Let the whore up.” I could tell it was Nathan untying the ropes on my wrists from his smell. Just like the crack, it was intoxicating and I could taste the foulness in the air. All the ropes loosened, I couldn’t move, my pimp knew what to do as he and Nathan began rubbing my limbs, “No worries. No worries at all. Just takes a minute to get all the blood flowing again, then you hit the pipe and you’ll be ready.” I doubted that. Seriously. I had just been gang raped - again - and I hurt. There was no fucking way! OK - spoiler - famous last words. I rolled over and with Nathan’s help sat up on the edge of the bed. I tore the dirty underwear off my face and my BBC host who was now sitting in the chair laughed and hit his pipe. The smoke swirled, I leaned forward and sniffed the rank air - I needed a hit. He set the pipe down, got down on one knee and with a screwdriver pried up one of the floor boards. He then eased up another, set them to the side, and smiled as he shook the Folgers can at me that had part of the stash of crack rock in it. The payment for my ass from the druggies. “No worries,” he said, “Nathan’s got the other can around, plenty to keep us twisted and going. This is just a little something for later for all my trouble.” His trouble? I did all the fucking work! I winced as I turned and saw the bloody, wet stained sheets, then the red, scrapes around my wrists and ankles. My host held out the pipe, swirled the flame as I sucked in the smoke, let me hit a few times more and noted, “This will ease any discomfort. I’ll get some ointment for those rope burns. In between sessions they’ll scab, peel, the skin will thicken up and toughen.” What did he mean in between sessions? I asked that question when he came back and kneeled on the floor in front of me. I got a good cuff to the head and he snarled, “You better learn now whore. You’ve become a gang rape pussy and every day I plan to tie you up on the bed, maybe at the park, or someplace else and let one nasty nicca after another fuck that ass to keep it good and open for me. I know you’d obey and probably do it anyways for these pipes I got, but I like that shit too - so it ain’t about you.” After some ointment was applied and gauze was wrapped around the rope marks, my host sat back in the chair and fed me the pipe again. Nathan was naked now, his dirty fingers jacking his long, hard dick. He paused long enough to hit the pipe, passed it back to my host who put in a fresh rock and the three of us quickly smoked it down. A new rock was being placed in the pipe when I stood up, eased in front of Nathan, he moved his hand, I reached back, grabbed his dick, and tried sitting on it. My hole was a little dry. Nathan reached his right hand between us and used his long fingernails to scratch my hole to get it wet. I pushed back; his dick filled my ring and kept going, and I pushed harder, “RAPE MY HOLE! PLEASE FUCK ME! FUCK IT HARD - NOW - NOW! GIVE ME THAT BULL DICK!” I begged. Nathan laughed, held me in a bear hug and let me ride his BBC. He was enjoying it, “DIGGING YOUR DITCH OUT BITCH! FILLING THAT PUSSY UP - COME ON - RIDE THAT SHIT - RIDE IT IF YOU WANT THIS NUTT IN THAT WHORE ASS!” Our host had set the pipe down and was watching the show. His elephant dick was out and hanging down like a big trunk with a cold as snot dripped from the end. I met his eyes and smiled with a ‘let’s see what you got’ smirk so he would know I was up for any challenges. I could feel Nathan trying to pick up speed underneath me and his balls were riding high. Before he could release his bull seed I took advantage of his distraction, grabbed his hands, pried them apart, stood up and leaned forward pulling myself of his dick that was right at the edge of blowing his load. “WHERE THE FUCK YOU GOING?” he exclaimed. I turned, grabbed my BBC host’s dick and self-raped my hole by pushing it into me with no lube except the precum he was drooling and the wetness Nathan had created. The pain was fierce and I squatted back as deep as it would go on the initial thrust, which was not that far and before he could react I let go of his dick, turned, and pushed back onto Nathan’s who laughed. I bounced a few times and jumped back on our host. Nathan snarled, “RAPE THAT WHORE PUSSY!” My host stood up, pushing his dick deeper into my ass as he stepped forward, leaning me into Nathan. I reached down and grabbed Nathan’s big dick and held onto it as he kissed me, while my host began raping my hole. I was moaning and trying to scream from the pain of being split open again, but my rapist’s hands found my throat and squeezed tighter, tighter, and as he started slam fucking me with his elephant dick he bellowed, “FUCKING CRACK WHORE! TAKING MY BIG DICK - ALL THAT DIRTY NICCA CUM IN THERE - NOW YOU’RE GONNA GET IT GOOD. LIGHTS OUT WHORE! FUCKING LIGHTS OUT BITCH CUNT! YEAH TOO MUCH DICK AIN’T IT - I’LL BREAK THAT FUCKING WIND PIPE TO GET MY NUTT IF I HAVE TOO - LIGHTS…” Light flooded my eyes as I moaned. My BBC rapist was on my back now. He had me laid out on the bed, face down, as he held my hips and pounded my hole. Suddenly his body froze, he grunted, and I could feel his long dick ejaculating deep inside me. His black shaft twitched, pulsed, and skittered as it unloaded. He let out a big sigh, slid his body back, leaving a trail of elephant dick sperm as my open hole gaped in abandonment. “STAY THERE. NATHAN HERE’S GOING TO GET SLOPPY SECONDS. WHEN HE’S DONE, COME DOWN STAIRS. I’M HUNGRY AND YOU NEED TO FIX US SOMETHING.” Nathan wasted no time mounting me and took his time enjoying my wide open ass and telling me how his dirty dick was going to push more cum inside me. Once his carnal lust was sated, Nathan climbed off me, gave my ass a good slap, and left me on the bed. I reached back, touched my busted hole, felt the slithering man seed spilling out, coated my finger and licked it clean. Pure masculine essence! My host was right; it hurt to walk. Every step was like someone flicking a lighter inside my ass and guts. I eased down the stairs to find the two BBC sitting in the living room, crack pipes in hand, smiling at my tender-footed approach. I went over to my host to ask for a hit on the pipe and just got a smile and a negative nod along with jerk of his head towards the kitchen. A few minutes later I was back, handed off the plates with their sandwiches, and eased down onto the floor by my host’s feet. He tapped my shoulder, held the pipe so I could hit it, and I relaxed back against his legs. A few more hits and I was eyeing his elephant dick and looking at Nathan, wondering which one I could entice to stick it back in me. There was a knock - faint at first then firmer. “Get the door,” my host ordered. I got up, walked into the hall and before I opened the door paused, and thought maybe I should find some clothes first. The knock was louder now and a voice hollered from the living room, “GET THE FUCKING DOOR!” I eased the door open a crack, then wide enough to let the guy in. He nervously looked around, saw I was totally nude, his eyes got big then he smiled. He was white, 40s maybe and looked like a 1970s porn star or the Marlboro Man, with long greasy black hair combed straight back and a big thick mustache that hung down the sides of his mouth. His cheeks were sunk in, his skin pock marked, and he had dark circles under his eyes that made him look part Raccoon. My host stepped out wearing his dirty white underwear and asked, “Yeah?” The white guy hemmed, hawed, and his hand shook as he held out a big chunk of crack. A smile and a quick set of orders followed, “Just take it here, in the hall. And from now on, anyone else who comes knocking don’t bother me if all they want is pussy. You take their rock, then take their nutt. Fuck them right here in the hall like a real whore.” I was left in the hall with the white guy who quickly fumbled his dick out. What a let down, after having those two giant BBC up in me. But the guy got hard quick so I leaned forward, steadied myself against the wall, and let him stick his crusty dick in and give me a quick nutt. Through the evening I greeted the few other stragglers who showed up at the door like the crack whore I was. They plugged me right there in the front hall with raw pipe for a chunk of rock, which I then offered to my BBC host and Nathan. No matter what I did though, they both held off breeding me again and it was driving me crazy. I think they liked that though, seeing me desperate for dick. My host got up, locked the front door and turned off the light. He went upstairs, came down, and handed Nathan a pillow and blanket. I figured I was going to get to go home then, but when I said I should get my clothes and get going he laughed, and said, “Two things wrong with that statement. First, you’re a whore and that pussy needs the pipes and I got both right here. Second, Nathan there looks like he’s about ready for another go at it so spread that cunt open and let him fuck it. When it’s nice and full, then bring your white ass upstairs because I plan to rape the fuck out of you good and give you something to really put to sleep. Tomorrow’s another day in whoreville and I got a couple ideas. I know a couple guys hung about my size who’ve I’ve done some wild tag rape shit with. I also think my old smoke buddy had it right. I need to run you over to Union Station and let those niccas have a turn on that ass. Always good to have them owe me a favor.” I turned to go please Nathan who was standing by the couch, naked, stroking his big hard dick. My host stopped me, grabbing me from the back and jamming his dick head into my ass plugging my hole, “YOU’VE BEEN A GOOD CRACK WHORE TODAY PUSSY. I WANT THAT HOLE WET SO I CAN RAPE YOU GOOD. YOU PLAY WITH FIRE LITTLE BOY, YOU GET BURNED AND TODAY WAS JUST A LITTLE BLAZE - TOMORROW I’M GONNA DROP YOU INTO A FUCKING BONFIRE.” Stay Tuned for Part 4 - The Bonfire (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

I was searching the ads on Craigslist this morning. One ad really got my eye. This guy had posted on both the M4M and the M4W pages. He said he was a black trucker, stuck at a Vegas truck stop for the day. He wanted to get blown in his sleeper cabin. Maybe fuck. I sent him a message with some pics. Telling him that I wanted to suck, rim and bottom for him. He messaged me back and said he was chatting with a female right now. He preferred fucking a female, but he'd get back to me if it didn't work out with this chick. About 20 minutes passed. So, I assumed he was going to hook up with the female. Finally, I got another email from him. "She's a hooker. I'm not paying. Come on over". I quickly hopped in my car and headed for him at the truck stop. Luckily, it's the closest of the truck stops to my house. I was pulling into the Flying J truck stop in about 20 minutes. He had told me the color and make of this 18 wheeler rig. And said he was parked in the last row, at the far north end. I easily found him and was able to park my car nearby. As I walked towards his truck, he flashed his lights. I walked to his truck and he pushed open the passenger door. I climbed up into the cab and found a 55 year old, grey haired, hot, daddy, black man. He was dressed in jeans, a black tee-shirt and had big, black work boots on. He looked hot as hell. As I got into the cab, he told me to go back into his large sleeper area. He locked the doors to his truck. Came back into the sleeper and pulled the curtain between the cab and the sleeper. It was kind of dark, so he flipped on a small lamp, giving the sleeper a dim light. I sat on the bed and he walked over to me, unzipping his pants and pulling out a nicely sized BBC. He put his partially hard cock to my lips and I began to suck. His cock hardened in my mouth. Once he was finally hard, he had probably about 9"s with a nice thickness and a swollen, mushroom head. As I'm sucking, he pulls off his tee-shirt, tossing it to the floor. Then he pulls out, sits next to me on the bed and begins to remove his boots. Then stands and pulls his jeans and underwear off. He's now standing in front of me, fully naked, with his large BBC standing straight out. His dark, smooth skin was turning me on. I quickly stripped and went back to sucking his cock. Then he knelt on the bed and told me to eat his black ass. I put my face up to his ass. I licked around his hole. His ass smelled and tasted kind of musky. He'd been driving for many hours. His sweaty ass tasted salty and bitter. "Eat it, Fag", he growled. I spread his ass cheeks and dove my tongue up into him. "Good boy", he moaned as I tongue fucked his straight ass. He was pressing his muscular ass up against my face. I licked, lapped and flicked my tongue across his rosebud. "Ah, yeah! Good Faggot! Eat my hole, piggy". He's very verbal, and I'm finding that a real turn on. "Now suck me, Fag. Suck my black dick", he demanded. He turns and I again swallow as much of his cock as I can. He grabs my head and tries to fuck my face. I'm gagging on his cock as he rams it down my throat. After about 5 minutes of cocksucking, he says, "Show me that pussy". I come up off his cock and get on my hands and knees. I spread my ass for him. "Mmmmm...... Nice!", he says. "Hand me my pants, please", I ask. He reaches for my pants and hands them to me. I pull my poppers and lube from my pants. I hand him the lube and I start to sniff my poppers. "I don't need lube, Fag. Just my spit is all you'll get". He spits on my hole a few times. While he's spitting on his cock, I add more of my spit to my hole. He's big and he's thick. I'm going to need as much spit as I can get in my hole. As he begins to press into me, I again sniff on my poppers. His cock burns a bit as he's sliding in me. I'm continuing to breath in my poppers, trying to stifle my desire to cry out. He plunges into me in one quick thrust. And immediately begins to pound my hole. It takes a couple of minutes for the pain to turn to pleasure. But, soon I'm begging him to really pound me with his big dick. He's obviously only interested in his own pleasure. He's ramming me repeatedly. Calling me a whore. Calling me a faggot. His thrusts become almost brutal and he seems to enjoy hearing my grunts as he rams into me. About 6 or 7 minutes of powerful pounding finally pays off as he takes one final thrust into me and holds it there as his cock throbs and fills my ass with his hot cum. I'm both sad, but relieved when the pounding stops. I milk his cock with my ass as he begins to pull out of me. Once his cock fully plops from my hole, I spin around and open my mouth. He knows what I want and feeds me his still hard cock to clean off. "Yeah. I thought you'd be a greedy pig and want my cock some more. Clean it, Pig!" I clean his cock of all his and my juices as it softens in my mouth. He pulls from my mouth and grabs some gym shorts to pull on. I take my cue and get dressed. He lays back on his sleeper mattress and says, "I was really wanting a pussy to pound tonight. But your ass was mighty damn good". "Do you pass through Vegas often", I ask? "A fair amount", he replied. "Let me know, next time. My ass is yours to use anytime you want", I said. "Watch your email tonight. I may have another load to fill you with. I'm gonna get a bit of sleep. And we'll see?". I finished dressing and let myself out of his truck. "Lock the door", he yelled, as I jumped down to the ground. I'll be keeping a close eye on my emails later tonight. I would love a second pounding from him.

This evening I got a KIK message from the black trucker. "Hey Fag. Your holes need some black dick in them again? I just pulled in for the night. I could use your mouth and pussy to service me." I had previously douched for a guy that flaked out on me. So, I was ready to go. I told him I could be there in 20 minutes. I gave myself another quick douche to make sure I was clear to take his huge black cock. Then jumped in the car and drove to the truck stop. As I was driving I got a kik message from him telling me where he was parked. And that the passenger door was unlocked. Just climb up. I found his rig and parked. His cab lights were dark, with the exception of a very dim light coming from the slit in the curtains that were pulled between the cab and the sleeper. I climbed up into his cab and pulled the door closed behind me and locked it. "Unlock the door, Bitch! I got a bud comin over to use your holes. You're a whore. So, I'm whoring your pussy out to a buddy. But get on this dick first, faggot." I climbed back through the curtains and found him completely naked, laying on the sleeper bed. I quickly undressed and tossed my clothes into the corner. Once naked, I climbed up on the sleeper and crawled between his legs. I took his soft black dick in my mouth and began to suck on his foreskin. I sucked and gently chewed on his forskin. Flicking my tongue across it as it began to swell in my mouth. As his cock hardened, I slid my tongue up into his puckered foreskin and twirled my tongue around his swelling cockhead. Once his cock was fully hard, my lips pushed his foreskin over his cockhead and I began to suck further down his shaft. I sucked, licked and worshiped his cock as it was reaching it's full 9" inches. I licked down his cockshaft, then began to suck and lick his massive balls. He lifted his legs to his chest. "Eat my ass, fag!" I licked down under his balls and finally down to his asshole. My tongue explored his hole as he spread his asscheeks to give me more access to his hole. I'm licking and eating his hole as I hear the door to his cab opening. Someone's climbing in and I hear the door slam shut. The curtain's part and in the dim light I can see the figure of a guy coming back into the sleeper cab. I'm trying to see who it is that's come in. But my face is deeply buried between this black truckers ass and I can only make out that someone is removing his clothes as I continue to eat and lick the hot, black hole. Finally, I come up for air and take a look at the new arrival. He's a white guy. About 6' feet tall. Thin build. Long, straggly, grey hair to his shoulders. A short grey beard. And it looks like his smooth chest and arms are covered in tattoos. As I reach down to my pants that are laying on the floor to pull my poppers and lube from my pants pockets, the newcomer steps up to me and puts his semi hard cock up to my face. "Suck his dick, fag", my trucker buddy commands. The white guy puts his cock to my lips and I begin to suck it. I hadn't really seen his cock until it was in my face, since the light was so dim. Holy Shit! Even soft, his cock was quite a monster. Even bigger than the black trucker. The white guys cock doesn't seem to grow as I suck it. I suck and suck, but even after a couple of minutes of sucking, there's no growth. "Not sure this is gonna work, Damon? I told ya' that few guys have got me hard", the white guy said. So, the black trucker's name was Damon. We'd not gotten to the name stage with each other. I scoot over to Damon and take his still hard cock back into my mouth and suck him. I suck for just a few moments, then Damon say's "Eat my buddies ass, fag. That will get him hard". His white buddy turns and bends forward. I crawl over to his ass and spread his asscheeks. It smells a bit funky, but I'm turned on and want to get this new guy hard. I begin to lick and lap my tongue on his asshole. I hear a soft moan as I lick his hole. It's an awkward angle, but I'm able to get my tongue up into his hole a bit. As I'm licking his ass, I reach between his legs and take hold of his cock. It has swelled a bit. That encourages me to get my tongue deeper up into his str8 asshole. Finally, I climb down onto the floor and ask the white guy to bend over onto the bed. I again begin to eat this str8 trucker's ass. Then he turns around and, sure enough, his cock has hardened. He's easily at least 9" or 9 1/2" inches and much thicker than Damon. He's got a very impressive piece of meat. I wrap my lips around it and take as much as I can down my throat. "How is it, Bill", Damon asks? "You're right. He's got a nice mouth on him", Bill replies. "Kneel on the bed, fag", Damon barks. "He's ready for my dick in his pussy". I climb up on the bed. I've still got my poppers and lube in my fist. I squeeze some lube onto my fingers and lube up my asshole. Then I lift the bottle of lube. Damon takes the lube from my hand and begins to lube up his bbc. I'm sniffing poppers as I position myself on the edge of the cabs bed. Damon lubes up his cock and then hands the lube to Bill. "Lube up, buddy. It's time to show this faggot how real men fuck". The black trucker steps up to my ass and pours a bit more lube onto my hole and pushes it in. He slaps his cock against my hole a few times. Then he lines up his dick and slides up into me. He has no concern as to whether it's hurting me or not. He just keeps pushing as it slides up into me. I'm sniffing poppers like crazy. Because it is hurting. But, I know it will do no good to ask him to slow down. So, I just grit my teeth, groan a bit and sniff poppers. Thankfully, it only takes a few minutes before the pain goes away. And it begins to feel good. He's really slamming into me. His body is slamming against me, making a slapping sound as he pounds my hole. Then all of a sudden, he pulls his bbc from my ass with a "plop". "Try this ass, buddy. Tell me what you think?" Damon says. Bill steps up behind me. Thankfully, he's lubed his cock, because he also begins to quickly slide into me. Showing no mercy as his large, thick, white monster cock slides up into me. I'm again sniffing deeply on the poppers as he fills my hole with his huge cock. "FUCK! This feels nice", Bill says. "Fuck Yeah! I can fuck this ass". BIll's now slowly pulling from me, then slamming back up into me. Then he'd pull out and slam back in. He's going all the way out of me, then all the way back into me, balls deep with each thrust. It's driving me wild. He' fucking me slow, but steady and it feels awesome. "Fuck me, Bill. Fuck my hole, buddy. My pussy is yours. Pound me" Bill seems to like the encouragement. He's grabbed me around the waist and begins to ram it into me. He's fucks me hard and deep for about 5 minutes. Then lets out a load groan and begins to shake as his cock empties into my ass. I'm squeezing and milking his cock as he trembles. Finally he pulls from me and stumbles back against the side wall. Damon climbs off the bed and positions himself behind me. He puts his cock to my hole and rams up in me in one quick thrust. "Augh".........I moan as he slams in me. He immediately grabs my waist and begins to pump. He must have really been ready to fuck, because he only takes a few minutes of deep and intense fucking before he's growling and filling my ass with his load. The fucking is all over too soon. But, I dress and climb down from the cab knowing that I have two full loads of str8 cum inside me. I leave the truck stop and stop at one of the xxx bookstores on the way home. Took another load in my ass and one in my mouth in a video booth before finally heading home to wake up to wet, cummy sheets.