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This is a story I wrote for my husband for some fantasy sharing. It's my first post, and I hope y'all like it. The *ding* on my phone got my attention. I knew that tone meant a message in the app my husband and I used for our dirty talk. We’d been exchanging messages all week while he was traveling and now he was headed home. “Feel like playing? Maybe a little Dom/sub time?” I smiled and my cock stiffened a bit. “Of course, sir.”, I replied cheekily. *Ding* “Meet me at the adult bookstore in the booths in an hour. Wear something easy to strip out of and be prepared for me to fuck you.” I was fully hard nearly instantly. I quickly made sure my hole was clean and headed out. Got to the store and seeing he wasn’t there yet, paid my fee and wandered inside. It was just after the workday so it was busy with guys looking for some quick action before they went home. About 10 minutes later I see him come into the booth area. He heads to a booth and nods for me to follow. We feed the video machine and put on some hot bareback porn. Gently grabbing my waist and pulling me to him he kisses me deeply, his tongue hungrily exploring my mouth. He kisses down my chin and neck and up to my ear and then whispers our code word to me, as a question: “Property?” I knew what he wanted and I got harder. He wanted me to submit and do as I’m told. No questions. Safe word, of course, but in the absence of my need to use that, he would decide what we did, how, and with whom. “Yes sir.”, I replied, knowing that should be the last thing I said unless absolutely necessary or he asked specifically for a reply. “Strip.” I quickly got out of the gym shorts and tee I was wearing, having gone commando under. “Knees”, he commanded as he opened his pants, turning so anyone in the other booth could watch from the gloryhole. He pulled out his cock, which wasn’t hard yet and I immediately found out why as he fed it to me with one hand and grabbed my hair with the other and commanded, “Drink.” With that he opened the flow and started pissing in my mouth. I swallowed furiously until he finished. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, wiping the last few drops on my cheek. He looked down at me and smiled as he stroked his now rapidly growing cock. When it was hard he slid it into my waiting mouth again and gently fucked my face. After a minute he pulled out of my mouth again. “Do you have lube and poppers?”, he asked. “Yes sir.”, I replied. “Give me the lube. You use the poppers. Get as high as you want.”, he said with a wicked grin. I fumbled in the pockets of my shorts on the bench, pulling out the lube to hand to him and find the poppers for me. After I took a big hit and the rush hit me, he fed me his cock again. While it was in my mouth, he says, “Ass in position, slut.” Without taking his cock from my mouth, I moved on my knees, pushing my exposed ass out and up as much as possible. I heard him squirt some lube on his fingers and driving his cock to the back of my throat, he leaned over and worked some lube into my hole. While making me choke on his throbbing dick, he worked fingers into me, adding more lube until I was slick. He stood up and pulled his cock from my mouth. Leaning down, he says, “I want to do something different. I’m going to leave the booth and go on the other side of the gloryhole. There’s no one there. I’m going to feed you my cock until I’m ready to fuck you. Keep working your hole with your fingers if you want while we do that. And last thing - when I leave this booth, close the door but leave it unlocked so that I can get back in. Clear?” “Crystal, sir.” “Good boy.”, he said, smiling and tucking his cock back in his pants. He slipped out of the booth and I closed the door behind him. Looking through the gloryhole I saw him enter the adjoining booth, close the door, and pull his cock out again. When it came through the hole, I went back to work. I heard him sigh in pleasure. The porn in both booths set the mood while I sucked him, taking the occasional hit of poppers. After about a few minutes of rhythmic thrusting into my mouth, he pulled his cock back through and leaned down to speak to me. I turned my ear to the hole to hear. “In a second I want to fuck you through gloryhole. Put your hole up against it so I can get in your whore ass. I’m going to pull out now and then, and maybe use some fingers. Do not take your hole away from the wall unless I tap on it three times. Nod your head if you understand.” I nodded and saw him stand up, lubing up his cock. I stood up and backed against the wall, spreading my cheeks as I bent over and feeling the plywood against me as my hole met the opening. Moments later his finger went in. First one, and as he felt me relax, a second, then a third, moving gently in and out, twisting and stretching so I would be ready to receive him. The cool air and emptiness I felt when he pulled them out didn’t last long, as I quickly felt the tip of his rod at my hole. He pushed slowly, pausing as I gasped and relaxed, and then pushed farther until I heard him make contact with the other side of the wall. “Oh fuck your ass feels good.”, he moaned. He began thrusting into me, slowly at first. But then with more urgency. He pounded me, his belt buckle striking the wall and I was sure we both knew everyone in the arcade could hear it. The he slowed down and took up an easy rhythm. It was then that I heard the door to his booth open and close. He was whispering to someone, but I couldn’t hear what. He pulled out of my ass but replaced his cock with two fingers, rocking them in and out of me while the whispers continued. “Hit the poppers good, whore.”, I heard through the wall. I took a long hit in both nostrils, holding them in and feeling the warmth spread through me, and that blissful light-headedness hit me. The only thing I could think about or feel was the fingers in my ass. And then they were gone. And once again I felt his cockhead push against my hole, this entry easier than the first, and the thrusting began at once. I heard the door to his booth open and close again, the stranger leaving. For a few seconds the only sounds were the porn on the screen and the groans of pleasure from both sides of the gloryhole. As ordered, I had not locked my booth door. Blissfully taking the cock in my ass, I hear the knob and looked up as it opened. My husband walked in, pants still open, stroking his rock-hard cock that was slick with lube and the juices from my ass. It only took about a second for him to shove the cock that just been up my hole back into my mouth as I realized through the haze of poppers and sex that I was getting fucked by a stranger. My cock, which had started to soften, sprang back to attention. “Suck that dick, whore. Clean your ass off my cock.” I moaned. “You’re getting fucked by a total stranger. Do you like it?” “Yes sir.”, I tried to say with a mouthful of cock, tasting myself on him. He leaned down, cock still in my mouth, and whispered, “He’s in your ass bare, and I told him to pump his cum up your guts, you nasty slut.” I groaned and shivered as he straightened back up, grabbed my head, and began to face fuck me. I sucked his cock for all it was worth. “Blow your load, whore.” At that order I reached down between my legs and stroked my cock. With the bare cock in my ass pounding harder, it only took seconds before I grunted around my husband’s dock in mouth, I came hard, my ass clenching around this stranger’s dick. My ring tightening was all he needed. I felt a final push deep into my hole hard and heard him groan loudly and felt his cock throb and pulse inside me. I knew he had just bred me. My husband fucked my face harder and in seconds held my head down and almost shouted as he pumped his cum into my mouth. He backed away as I felt the stranger pull out, and the cum started to dribble from my ass. Grinning, my husband reached for a paper towel and handed it to me. “Good boy.”, he said. “That was so hot. I’m going to get you bred again. See you at home.” With that he walked out of the booth and left me to clean myself up. I could barely walk but I’m sure I wandered out of that booth with a completely satisfied look on my face.

Came across this story I wrote about... gosh, 12 years back now? Based on a true story, some details may have been embellished. I'll let you decide which details those are. ----- Who You Are In The Dark: A Bookstore Encounter I used to make an occasional trip to the adult bookstore in the town I went to high school in, even after I had moved away from the town to a different city about two hours south. Located just off of I-80, as well as being next to a truck stop AND strip club, there was an interesting mix of clientele. The store itself was well-lit and friendly (so far as these places go), and the front clerks were always business when you bought your entry to the back arcade. The arcade itself was pretty standard. A big rectangle, with about a dozen rooms off the hallway, each large enough for a comfortable two, and more if you were so inclined. All manner of movies would be playing – straight, lesbian, gay, bi, trans, there was literally something for nearly every taste. And just off the viewing rooms was a large, open rec room (for lack of a better term.) A pool table, several arcade games, vending machines, a big-screen TV – just a nice place to take a breather between hookups. There was a definite 'no sex' policy in the rec area, and it was the only place in the back that had a camera. It was in this room that I found myself on one of my visits. It was spring, and even a weekend, but there were not many visitors to the store that night. I had made a few rounds of the rooms, without much success in finding any interesting or interested parties. I took a break from the dark rooms to get a soda and shoot a few solo games of pool. There was one other man in the rec room, a gentleman who was probably in his late 30s or early 40s. At this time, I was around 22 or 23, so this was an 'older' guy to me. He was fairly handsome, well-dressed and with hit of gray at his temples and in his goatee. He was a bit on the husky side, but I've always had a soft spot for that type. I recall that the TV was playing a James Bond marathon, and I would stop playing every few minutes to watch the screen. I was never a Bond fan but, hey, TV. At one point, the other guy saw me watching and asked who my favorite Bond was. "Honestly, I was never a Bond guy," I answered. "Never really got into the movies." "You're missing out," he said. "Brosnan is my favorite. Handsome guy." "I'll drink to that," I said, and took a sip from my Diet Coke. "Had any luck?" he asked, nodding his head toward the back rooms. "Nah. It's kind of dead tonight. Weird for a weekend." "Yeah. I gave up after awhile, settled down to watch some TV, see if anyone else showed up." "I hear ya. I'm shooting pool by myself. That should tell you how slow it is." He stood up from the couch. "Thought I might take another stroll around the booths, see what's good. You should come," he offered. Without waiting for a response, he walked back into the dark hallways. I finished off my soda, abandoned my pool 'game', and followed a few moments later. He had already vanished into the hallway, but it wouldn't be hard to find him. It was a rectangle. I took a slow stroll around, looking into the booths. A few others had wandered in while we had been in the rec room, but I was looking for someone specific at this point. I found him in one of the corner booths, watching the end of a male-male fuck scene, sitting and rubbing his crotch through his slacks. "Mind if I join you?" I asked, poking my head into the room. "I'd be offended if you didn't," he answered, and patted the empty spot next to him. I joined him in the booth and closed the door behind me. I sat next to him and it didn't take long before he grabbed my head and pulled me in for a kiss. This close, I could smell his cologne and taste the faint hint of tobacco on his breath. It wasn't the reek of a heavy smoker, just the tang of nicotine. I noticed the wedding ring on his hand for the first time, which turned me on even more. My cock was quickly hardening in my pants, and by the sudden way he gripped it through my shorts, he noticed. He pulled his mouth from mine, grabbed my hand and placed it squarely on his crotch. He resumed kissing me, our hands massaging each others hardness. We made out for quite awhile, and eventually I found myself pulling back a little to take off my shirt. He followed suit, and I appreciated the view as he revealed a fair but solid belly and a not-quite-firm chest, covered with just a light dusting of black hair. My own stomach and chest were fairly firm, the result of a post high-school dedication to losing weight and exercising, but covered with just about the same amount of hair as his. He stood me up and pressed me against the wall, his bare torso pressing against mine. "You're hot," he said, and dropped to his knees. He unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to my ankles. I was commando, and my hard dick sprung gratefully free immediately. "Damn," he groaned, and swallowed my 6 ½ inches with gusto. He sucked with the ferocity of a man in need, occasionally moving to lick and suck my balls into his mouth, rolling them around with his tongue. I grabbed the back of his head at one point and began fucking my cock into his mouth. "You like my dick?" I asked, a little more aggressively than I usually am. "Does your wife know you like sucking cock?" He mumbled something around my rod, and continued to suck as I force-fed it to him. I didn't want to cum yet, so after a few minutes of this, I relented and pulled back. "Not yet, man. I want to enjoy this. It's your turn," I said, and pulled him to his feet. I slid down the wall until I was on my knees and at eye level with the clear bulge in his slacks. I fumbled with his belt for a moment, but managed to undo it and unfasten his pants. They slid down his solid thighs, and left me facing his white briefs. I could see the outline of his cock, and it was even more impressive than it had felt under my hand before. I pulled his briefs down, and his own cock stood at attention. It was about 8 inches, and pretty thick. I could fit my hand around it, but only just. The slit was leaking precum, and I took a slow lick to taste his juices, pulling my head back enough that he could see the line of his fluid stretching from his cock to my tongue. "Fuck," he said, and pushed his dick toward me. "Suck it. Suck it for me." I obliged, and went to work on his dick. Slowly at first, as it was a bit bigger than anything I'd taken at that point. Slowly, I managed to work my way about two-thirds of the way down the shaft. He started thrusting his cock into my mouth, gently at first, but with increasing speed. At some point, he managed to force it all the way in, and I found my nose buried in his pubic hair. "Oh my God, you suck better than my wife," he moaned, and continued fucking my mouth. My gag reflex kicked in and I started choking on his dick. This just turned him on more, and he grabbed the back of my head, shoving the full length of his rod into my throat. "Fucking choke on that dick," he ordered. "Choke on it like a bitch." I obliged, without much choice. My throat convulsed around his member, and he let out a long string of swears that made me think he was cumming already. He finally let go of my head and pulled his dick from my mouth. I looked up at him with watery eyes. "Good?" I asked, my voice rough from the throat-fucking I had just taken. "Really good," he affirmed. "Lay down on your back.. I want to lay on top of you for awhile." I slid out of my shorts completely and spread my clothes on the floor, giving me some semblance of comfort. I laid back and watched him finish disrobing, sliding his pants off. He did just as he had said, and laid his bare flesh against mine, and we resumed our passionate make-out session from before. All at once, the room went completely dark. We paused for a moment, and realized that the movie had ended and the TV had shut itself off to conserve power. Strange, since these things were usually on a loop, or the clerk would have noticed the end of the movie and started it up again. We lay there in almost complete darkness, the only light being the dim hallway bulbs shining in from under the door. I felt him now, rather than seeing him, and enjoyed the sensation of this stranger laying atop me, the smell of him becoming a little stronger as my senses compensated for the darkness. We soon began making out again, and his tongue explored my mouth. I answered in kind, and we continued kissing for quite awhile. I could feel more precum from his dick leaking onto my thigh, and spread my legs a little wider. His dick slipped between my legs and probed gently against my hole as we tasted one another. This went on for awhile, the precum from his dick making my hole slick and his cock head pressing gently at my opening. Suddenly, he stopped. "I don't have a condom," he whispered into my ear, sounding disappointed. "Oh," I answered. "Okay." That was all I said, neither giving permission nor denial to continue. I felt his tongue in my mouth again, and the hardness of his dick pressing into me. The heat we were generating in the room started taking its toll, making both our bodies slippery. After several minutes of this, I felt his dick pressing firmly against my ass, and the head of his cock penetrating into me. I gasped with pleasure, and a little discomfort, as his thickness popped into me with only sweat and precum for lube. "I don't have a condom," he repeated, and continued pushing his length into me. "I'm in you bareback." "Feels good," I gasped. He moaned softly and bit my collarbone as he bottomed out, his balls coming to full rest against my ass cheeks. "You're tighter than my wife. Wet, too," he said, and began sliding out of me, and it felt like he nearly pulled out entirely before thrusting back in. "I'm not wearing a condom," he kept repeating, as though I had somehow forgotten that I was in pitch darkness with a married man's raw dick in my ass. "I know," I said. "But I'm not stopping you." That seemed to be all the permission he needed to begin fucking me in earnest, his thrusts picking up speed as my insides stretched to accommodate his cock. A few times, he pulled completely out and I felt empty for the briefest moment before he shoved himself fully into me. He fucked expertly, even in the dark, and began nibbling on my earlobe. I gasped in pleasure and found myself digging fingernails into his back, not even realizing my hands had wrapped around him. "Make love to me," I whispered into the dark. "Oh god, yes. You're so much better than my wife. Her pussy has never been this tight and wet." We fucked like this for what felt like an hour, in complete darkness, our moans and grunts occasionally punctuated by my whispered begging for his dick and his gasping replies, telling me how good my hole felt on his cock, how I was a hotter fuck than his wife. I started to feel the sweat from his face dripping onto me, some of it landing on my lips or in my mouth, the salty taste turning me on even more. "Do you want me to pull out or stay inside?" he finally asked. I was feeling so good at this point, I missed his meaning. "Stay inside," I answered. "Keep going." It was when his tempo started to increase and a guttural string of swears came from him that I realized what he had actually meant. "Oh my God," I asked. "Are you going to cum inside me?" "Fuck yes, I'm going to cum inside you. I'm going to get you pregnant. I'm going to knock you up, and you're going to take it," he said firmly. He thrust his cock fully into me and let out a fairly loud, "OH FUCK!" and I knew he was shooting. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he repeated, and I felt his seed filling me, the warmth and wetness spreading through my insides. "I'm cumming inside you. I'm cumming so hard," he panted. As I finally felt his orgasm start to subside, he began fucking his load into me, his rod plowing my cum-slicked hole. Eventually, he relented, and I felt his cock withdrawing from my ass. The head of his dick pulled out with an audibly wet 'pop'. We lay there in darkness and silence for a few minutes, the heat of our sex slowly dissipating. Finally, I felt him stirring. "I shouldn't have done that. I didn't have a rubber. I shouldn't have fucked you bare. I'm sorry, man. I just got caught up in the moment and.. I mean, I don't have anything, but I just.. I'm sorry and.." "Dude. Chill," I said, reaching out a hand in the darkness to caress his cheek. "It's cool. I pretty obviously wanted it, too. I didn't stop you." "You sure it's okay? I mean.. I've never done that." "It's fine," I assured him. "Though I may actually manage to get knocked up with as much as you shot." He laughed a little, his nervousness slowly waning. "Yeah, I did shoot a lot. I meant what I said. You really are a better fuck than my wife. She won't even let me say things like 'fuck' or 'pussy' when we're having sex." "Ouch," I answered. "For what it's worth, I'm okay with everything that was said and done here." "Hot," he said, and I felt him lean down to press his tongue into my mouth. "I should go, though. This really was amazing. Do you come here much?" "Every other month or so, usually make an overnight weekend trip." "Well... I won't make it awkward, but I do hope I see you here again." "Me, too," I said, and meant it. I felt his weight leave me. There was an awkward silence for a moment, until he laughed. "What's so funny?" I asked. "I just realized it's completely dark in here and I have no idea where my clothes are." We laughed together for a few minutes and fumbled around in the dark, eventually finding his clothes. He dressed in the darkness and left, giving me one more hungry kiss before he departed. I stood there for a moment, naked, with the door to the hallway open, cum running down the inside of my leg. I finally dressed and headed out. I was halfway home before I realized I hadn't even cum. "Totally worth it," I thought.

Found a smooth slim 8” vers top on Grindr that wanted to take my 9” daddy dick. He welcomed me at the door to his apartment and took me to his room past his flat mate’s room, who knew what was about to go down. Once the door was closed and the music was up he dropped to his knees and unwrapped my swelling uncut veiny 9” married cock. He rubbed his face with it before taking me into his mouth, swirling his tongue round and under my head and trying to get as deep as possible. After a few minutes I wanted a taste of his young smooth 8” so we 69’d on the bed for a while before I decided to get to work. I adjusted my position to start eating his immaculate smooth bubble ass while he continued to lap at my cock getting it slick. I spent a while swirling my tongue over and around his tight little ass lips until his hole was ready to be opened a little and wormed my strong tongue into his hole. He was moaning involuntarily so I knew he was my fucktoy now. I pulled him up so he was sitting on my face and continued to tongue fuck him for a while before I pushed him away telling him he was ready. He went face down ass pointing at the sky how I like and I positioned myself behind him, hands on his hips. I presented my blunt cockhead to his slick hole and slowly pressed it home. He almost never bottoms so he was still mad tight, so my foreskin rolled back as I gradually invaded him, my deep horny breathing accompanied by his yelping, little cries and squirming. I worked his opening for a while, not really going any deeper, helping him acclimatise to my 9”x6”, and eventually that golden moment happened where he was slick and relaxed enough that my foreskin no longer rolled back when I penetrated him. This always causes me to lose some of the self restraint I’ve been exercising and I started to plunge deeper into him, his cries and moans just encouraging me. After a while I leaned forward so my weight was on him, my legs keeping his spread while I rotated my hips to keep the rhythm going. Soon he said he wanted it missionary, so I let him flip over, took his legs over my shoulders and firmly penetrated him, drove me wild as his eyes literally rolled up into his skull as I sank deeper. He moaned he wanted it balls deep, I replied ‘are you sure?’ As I’ve been here before, and have never been able to get properly balls deep inside a guy or girl, maybe something to do with my gentle downward curve and relative inexperience I dunno. Anyway he begged for it so I started to drive it home and right enough he screamed and tried to kick me off saying it hurt and he never felt anything there before. We soon reverted to doggy after he sucked me for a while to taste his depths on my slimy cockhead, and now I started to use him, nice long firm (not rough) strokes, pulling out to get that cunt queefing and slurping (serious fetish of mine). I found a steady rhythm that was enough for him to be moaning and crying like a horny little bitch, but that wasn’t going to make me cum, so I could have just fucked like that indefinitely (which is perfect for me as I prefer the feeling before cumming, over the orgasm itself). Eventually he was begging me to cum and flood him with my married daddy spunk, so I picked up the pace and tensed my cock to bring on my orgasm, injecting him deep with a huge load. He exclaimed ‘oh fuck, oh shit!’ And it turned out he could feel each rope thudding against his walls, which was cool. Eventually I climbed off and spread his gorgeous bubble cheeks to admire his freshly fucked hole. He was gaping so much I could see right down into his ass which was cool, but the torrent of cum that flowed out of him -royally fucking his sheets- turned me on so much I wanted to jump back on but he was tapping out. Turns out we’d been at it for an hour and a half, which I guess is intense if you go from almost never bottoming to taking something above average. We keep wanting to meet again, either for me to destroy him again, or to both use a twink which I think would be really fun.

Chapter 3 It was after dark and there were a few more cars in the parking lot when I got back to the woods. There were many more guys on the trails as well as lots of sexual activity around almost every turn. I found it hard to believe this swarm of sex had been so close all of my life and before today I had known nothing about it. I stopped to watch a group of three guys taking turns fucking a kid that couldn't have been any older than me. They motioned me closer and I reached in to confirm the cock in the ass was indeed fucking raw. Each time a top switched out it was clear there was no protection in sight. Within the next ten minutes each of the three tops bred the young man. I decided to move along and soon met a big bear of a man. His shirt was open displaying a forest of reddish hair on his solid chest and stomach. He had a medium cropped reddish beard and his nicely shaped head was shaved completely bald. When he was adjacent to me he gently reached out and pulled my face in for a passionate kiss. For the next few moments our tongues danced together. When he broke the kiss he took my hand and led me to a small clearing. Sitting on a stump he dropped my shorts and took my already hard cock deep down his throat. Having already had a couple powerful orgasms earlier my fear of cumming too soon was quickly dispelled. The sight of this ginger bear working my cock was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Soon one of his fingers was messaging my hole and my groans of pleasure betrayed I wanted more. He gently turned me around and bent me over a log. His luscious tongue, mouth and beard were applied to my ass. After a five minute tongue fucking he stood and started pushing his raw cock into my wet excited sphincter. I knew I was tight and he must have been huge 'cause there was no way that thing was going in. He tapped me on the back and invited me to taste his cock. I now knew just how huge he was. My jaw was fully stretched to manage his girth. There was no way his erect ten inches was going to fit down my inexperienced throat.. He was extremely encouraging of my efforts and soon invited me to sample his big hairy ass. I did my best to follow his example as well as the demonstrations I had been watching on porn sites. I must have done okay 'cause he was soon moaning his deep appreciation. Just as my tongue was beginning to cramp and tire he asked me to fuck him. I said I didn't have a condom and asked if he did. He responded; "You are new to this aren't you kid. " I replied; "Yes, my first day. " Him; "No need for rubber kid, just push your beaut up my ass. " So I did. Slipped right in his wet hairy hole. It was so slippery I realized the great taste while I ate his ass had been who knows how many other guys loads. As much as I was enjoying the experience of raw fucking him the question wouldn't leave my mind. My inner voice said; 'fuck it, just ask him.' "How many loads you got in there? " "Just three. " "Fuck, that's so hot. What's the most you've taken at one time.?" "Was hard to keep track. About 15 one night in a bathhouse sling. " "Holy fuck ... oh shit ... I'm ... so ... close..." "Breed me boy, let me be your first. " I was unloading as he spoke. As I caught my breath I apologized; "Sorry, you are the second. I bred a guy here this afternoon. Virgin before that though. " "Fuckin hot kid ... anyone breed your hole yet?" "Some guy was in me, but I pulled off before he could cum. ... I guess that's why I came back. I honestly regret not taking his load. But, he had just been bred with an unmedicated poz load. " "So fuckin hot." He stood,turned me and wrapped me in a huge bear hug. I had never felt so safe and cared for. I rewarded him with a deep kiss and we snogged for the next 10 minutes. "Come on kid, let's go get you some experience. " We peeled out of our shirts and pants and set off through the woods hand in hand. Coming to a large opening with ten guys in various stages of undress and sexual activity we made our way to the center of the group. We jumped right into the sexual orgy and quickly had hands and mouths all over us. I turned from sucking a thin six inch cock to see my ginger bear getting fucked by a big black man. My bear motioned for me to lean in and we resumed our snogging. Immediately I felt something at my rear door and turned my head to find the thin six inch cock entering me raw. I was surprised to hear my voice; "Yeah, fuck me. " Followed quickly by the bear; "Breed that virgin ass. Plant his first raw load deep. " We returned to snogging as the pace of fucking frantically increased. The big black guy was the first to bellow as he came deep inside the ginger bear. My top was quiet but I could feel a growing pressure from the fluids entering my gut. The twitches and spasms of the cock inside me felt fantastic. Ginger bear spoke; "Did he load you up kid?" I stuck a finger in my wet hole, then in my mouth; "Yup, he sure did." And we high fived!

Chapter II The attendant then excused himself and said he would look for me later and I went back into my room. I got out my baggie of t and set up a good line for a bump and snorted away. My level of horniness ramped up as I put my socks, boots, cock ring, and a thin banded black jock on. Put the room key on my right arm, stuck a small tube of lube in my jock, opened the door, and stepped out into the hallway - looking up and down. All the doors but one were closed. I walked down to see what might be happening leaving my towel in my room. The door was semi opened and the lighting was dimmed some. However, you could see the image of someone standing on the bed and another person on all fours sucking dick. I wanted to stop and peer in when a series of slaps loudly echoed from the room followed by an almost whimpering/crying sound. I jumped a bit at first and walked a few steps more then stopped. You could hear the slurping sounda of dick being sucked, along with some gasping and gagging. Then came this deep, stern like voice saying all sorts of sex stuff. "U like me slamming my dick down that throat don't you boy? Like that slam shit right? Gonna slam fuck your tight hole! Take my dick". My dick was bone hard. The attendant rounded the corner of the next hall. "Hey you! I see you have made yourself more comfortable! Look at you all jocked up! Nice! He stopped and bent down a little and quietly spoke saying, "It's amazing what a bump or two does, huh?" having a shit grin of gotcha. He walked around me looking me up and down then gace my jocked up butt a slight slap and whispered, "could hear you snorting a bit ago - these rooms don't have ceilings you know!" The semi opened door then almost slammed shut and I jumped a bit. "That boy is gonna be slammed in more ways than one! That's Aaron's Slam VIP room. Gets it everytime he is here. Hot guy. Dick for days. Very cool too." Another few slaps came from behind the door followed by a mix of moaning and crying. "Shut up boy! You wanted this, remember?. Some louder slaps and "open that hole up!" and louder whimpering. I was feeling horned as fuck and turned in with all this yet also had to wonder if there was anyone in trouble. The attendant saw my mixed facial expressions and out his arm over my shoulder as he lead me back towards my room. He told me all was cool, nothing new - or to be worried about. He said that Aaron and the twink he"s playing with are gonna be just fine and he rhought that the kid wouldn't last long. Stopping at my room the attendant put out his hand and said, " I'm Mark." I shook his hand, "Joey here.". " I know, I checked you in silly boy", Mark said. He held onto my hand and whispered in my ear, "I bet you could use another bump or somethin'. I know I could. Why don't you go in your room and I'll be right back. ". I began to unlock my door as two guys in leather were walking down the hallway, then stopped and leaned against the wall - both looking right at me and groping their crotches. I felt very drawn to them. They were hot. I started to open my door when Mark came from the other side almost pushing me inside my room and then closed the door. He pulled out from his pocket a good sized baggie and set up four lines and handed me the straw. Mark told me to snort one line in each nostril. My face and nose were burning like a slurpee head freeze. "Yeah, I know. She's a bitch alright! Question? You ever done t any other way"? Mark saw the look of confusion as I said I was new to t and didn't know of any other way. There came that shit grin again and Mark went on to explain several other ways to do it and the affects each had - clouds, rails, swallow, booty and slam. I was amazed and shocked. Mark then said that he thought I should try the booty option. That it would make me super horned. That my hole would love it. He snorted the other two lines, stood up and said he would be right back,closing the door behind him. I got up and slowly opened my door looking for the two guys I had seen. Looking through the crack I could see they were there - but now one was standing next to my door and the other was standing across the hallway. They were way hot. Both were looking down the hallway away from me. As I watched them I reached down to rub my hardening dick - making a loud banging noise with my elbow as it hit the metal locker door inside my room. I quickly closed my door and sat down on my bed. Knock, knock.... Knock, knock sounds came from my door.

The gangbang continued for quite some time, and although Jason and I were the main focus of everyone's attention, on occasions when I got a break from sucking cocks I looked around the room to see some others having an outing as a bottom. Eventually I moved to one of the cabins for a long threesome with Jurgen and one of his friends, drifting off to sleep with my boyfriend deep inside me. I woke at least once in the night and could tell there was still action going on in the boat, presumably involving Jason given how enthusiastic many of the guys were at having another cumdump in attendance. The following morning I slipped out of the cabin and headed out on deck while everyone else still seemed to be asleep, stopping by the galley en route to get myself a coffee from the posh machine. Once outside I lit up a cigarette from a pack I found on a table, and leant on the railing to watch the sunrise. I had a peaceful half hour or so alone out there, enjoying the sights of the bay coming to life as the sun rose higher, before I heard someone joining me on the deck. "Morning" said Jason, leaning over the railing beside me. "Oh, hey" I replied. "Didn't expect to see you up so early." "Yeah" he said, "I needed to get out of that cabin before they woke up with morning wood. Bit sore this morning." "Not used to that sort of action?" I asked. "No" he replied. "Never had more than one in a night." We leaned over the railing in silence for a while, before I reached for the cigarettes and lit another. "Give me one of those" Jason said. "Yeah?" I said as I offered him the pack. "Another one of my bad habits you've picked up?" "Yeah" he chuckled. "Always end up smoking the day after I get fucked." He lit up, took a deep draw, and then exhaled the smoke as he looked back out into the bay. "I suppose you're wondering about me" he said, not taking his eyes off the horizon. "Yeah" I replied. "I mean, before last night you gave me no indication you were into this sort of thing." "I know" he said. "I wanted to say something when we met up, but something stopped me." "Are you ashamed?" I asked. "No, not any more" he replied. "I mean, I was, but recently I've stopped feeling that way." "When did you start sleeping with men?" I asked. "Last night" he replied, smirking a bit. "Honestly, that was my first night sleeping with a guy. But if you mean when did I start having sex with men, that was at uni." "You mean you just had hook-ups and then left?" I asked. He paused to take another deep drag of his cigarette. "Yeah, on the few occasions I did it at a guy's place or in a hotel. Mostly it was other places." He paused again. "Parks, toilets, clubs. You probably know the drill." "I do" I said. We stood in silence for a little while again, finishing off our cigarettes. "You know" I said, "pretty much everyone who fucked you last night is HIV positive, and not many of them are on meds." He nodded. "Are you?" he asked. "Yes" I replied. "Some of the guys here worked to get me pozzed a few years ago. I've been on meds since then, mostly." "Did you know they were pozzing you?" he asked. "Yes" I said. "I realised it's what I wanted." He was silent for a while. "It's what I want too" he eventually said, almost whispering. "I don't know why, and I know it's a bit fucked up, but once I realised that I don't want to be spending my life pretending to be something with a woman, and actually just want to be getting used by men, thinking about getting the virus sort of followed on soon after." "So you're not poz already?" I asked. "No, although who knows after last night" he replied, before turning to face me. "I hadn't actually planned on doing what I did last night. But I saw you getting fucked so openly, and I just sort of let go." "Fair enough" I said. "I think I would have got gangbanged anyway, so it was good to have someone to share the burden with." He smiled at me. "Any time" he said. "It seems like you're a bit of an expert in how to be what I want to be, so it would be good if you could show me the ropes while I'm here." "Ropes" I said, smirking, "so you want to be tied up?" He laughed. "Hey man, I'm up for anything". "Are you sure?" I asked. "I mean, if you are, and you do truly want all this, then there's a couple of guys here who could take you on the same journey that I've been on." He gazed at me for a bit, before reaching out for the pack of cigarettes to light himself another, offering me one in the process. "Yes" he eventually said, breathing out a big plume of smoke. "I mean, I don't know that I want to end up with all the tattoos that you have, but if I can leave Sydney with what I came here for then I'll be happy." "So you want some going away gifts?" I asked. He looked at me quizzically. "Gifts" I repeated. "You know, gifting, the act of passing on HIV to someone else." "Oh" he replied, chuckling. "Maybe you better start with getting me up to speed on all the lingo." "No problem" I replied, smiling, "but I think that will have to wait to later." I nodded towards the lounge area, where a few guys had appeared and were getting coffees. However, Gus and Steve were just standing there looking out the window at us, and the looks on their faces told me all I needed to know. "We're about to get fucked again, aren't we?" Jason said, having looked round to see what I was staring at. "Yep" I replied. "Awesome" Jason said, turning back to face me with a smile on his face. "I'm about ready for a few more gifts." THE END ---- Thanks for all the 'positive' comments on this story 😉 I shall leave the rest of their story up to you readers to imagine. Will Jason get what he came for? Will he actually end up getting some ink? Will any more of their school friends turn up bearing a dirty little secret? Over and out.

Part 1 Senator Davis lived next door to me. Or should I say the militant, racist, homophobic, Evangelical, far-right wing, ex-Marine, piece of shit senator Davis lived next door to me. He was a fairly high ranking member of the Republican party, and seemed to be moving further on up. And for 15 years, I've had to live next door to him. For 15 years I've had to put up with his glares and sneers and very obvious disdain of me. And I admit, in a weird way I kind of liked it. I liked that just my mere existence managed to rile him up. I mean, if he hated fags and Jews THAT much then he could move. But fuck him! I was here first! And I'll be damned if I was going to be the one chased out! After all, this had been my family home for three generations. As an only child, and the last in the line, it had naturally gone to me. So I claimed my territorial rights. He had, though, built a huge fence between our properties. Higher than the one that had previously existed. But that was fine with me, it just provided that much more privacy for not only my huge pool parties, (aka orgies) but also one of my hobbies, shooting porn. I had many hobbies, shooting porn was just one of them. I had been left a lot of family money, which I had wisely invested, (thank you Microsoft and Apple!) so I had never actually worked a real job a single day of my 50 years. And I looked pretty damn good for my age. Well, I could afford to. The best trainers and the best surgeons made me look easily 15 years younger than I was, despite the fact that I was poz. That, and I kept a youthful lifestyle. Youthful in the sense that I had always surrounded myself with beautiful young men. Money attracts that. I had learned early on that romantic relationships were just not for me. I would eventually get bored of whoever I was with, especially after they turned 22. So I kept it to houseboys, slaves, tricks, and the occasional whore. And I treated them very well. The houseboys at least, not so much the slaves, but then, that's why they were slaves. I always made sure the houseboys got a good education, so when I kicked them to the curb, they could at least support themselves. The slaves, I simply passed them along when I grew weary of them. I know lots of different people. If the Major only knew EVERYTHING that went on in my house his head would have exploded years ago. Ah yes, the Major. That's what I called the senator, because, well, that's what his son Chad calls him. Major, or Sir. I never once heard the kid call him dad. And I had observed their interactions for years. Every morning the Major and Chad would raise their American flag in their front yard and salut it before taking their morning run. Every evening Chad would play taps on a bugel as his father lowered and folded the flag. Oh Chad. Now, there was one of the finest young specimens I had ever laid eyes on. He was either the epitome of the perfect California boy, (even though we didn't live in California) or the ideal Hitler youth. Given that his dad is probably a Nazi, I'd go with the second analogy. He was probably 6'2" or 3, (certainly taller than his father) with golden blond hair that was shaved to stubble on the back and sides, but left a little longer on top with bangs that hung a little down his forehead over dazzling blue eyes that sparkled even brighter against his sun bronzed skin. His cute pug nose sat above a pair of thick, pink luscious lips. And his body was a work of art. Lean but solid muscle. He was a champion swimmer, having taken state in three different strokes, and he always kept it shaved totally smooth. How do I know this? Because years ago I had security cameras installed and one of them discreetly overlooked the Major's pool. Now, I'm not a total sicko, but I will admit I started spying on him with my laptop when he was 16. Many hours I spent watching as his dad made him swim laps over and over as he blew his whistle and screamed constantly at the kid, usually berating him. It wasn't till he was 18 that I REALLY starting taking a serious interest in the kid. I would zoom the camera in on his speedo covered body, admiring his firm pecs and tight stomach that had that perfect, amazing V that separated his abs from his hips and disappeared into his suit, practically pointing the way to what I'm sure had to be a gorgeous cock. I would salivate as he climbed out of the pool, wet, with his speedo's displaying a good sized bulge as the fabric strained against it. Of course, I eventually got to find out for sure about his cock as one day he had a young lady over. They frolicked together in the pool for a while, kissing, fondling each other before eventually climbing out and onto a pool chair. She laid down and it was at the perfect angle for me to see everything. She removed her top while he pulled down her bottoms. The he stripped out of his speedo and his glorious young cock sprung right up to attention. It was beautiful, I'm guessing about 9 inches, like my own, but not as fat. His was long and slender and curved into his belly. The girl giggled as he climbed between her legs, and like a typical teen boy, he just slid himself right into her. He wasted no time pumping his hips back and forth and I admired how his strong, white buttocks that contrasted so sharply against his bronzed skin clenched together each time he thrust into her. He fucked her hard and fast, as inexperienced boys do, and was soon throwing his head back with his mouth open as he filled the girl with his hot, young spunk. I emptied my own throbbing cock into the sucking mouth of my current houseboy as I imagined it was Chad between my legs, swallowing my load. It's funny how life can twist and turn. It was only one month later that I was sitting home alone one rainy night. Alone because my last houseboy had just had his 22nd birthday, so after a 15 man gangbang, he was gone. I was currently in between slaves, which was frankly an unusual position for me to be in. The doorbell rang, bringing me out of my daze of staring into the fire. I set my scotch down and answered it to see a soaking wet Chad standing before me. "I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Blum." An obviously drunk and very distraught Chad slurred at me. "But I'm kinda in a jam." "Well get in out of the rain!" I ordered him as I grabbed his elbow and he stumbled inside. "Get out of those wet clothes and I'll get you something dry to wear." I left him as he was peeling off his wet t-shirt. I returned with a robe, a nice thick terry cloth one. I was surprised to see that he was totally naked when I returned. He was obviously not shy. He had neatly folded his wet clothes and left them sitting by the door. I handed him the robe and grabbed his wet clothes. "I'll put these in the dryer. Go a head and have a seat by the fire. It'll warm you up." I returned to find him sitting on the floor in front of the fire, his knees pulled up to his chest and looking miserable. I poured a couple of fresh scotches and sat on the sofa. I patted the seat and said, "Come here Chad. Tell me what's going on." He sat next to me and I handed him a scotch. He sipped it while he looked anxious and upset. It took a while but finally he started talking. "The Major and I had it out tonight." He started, nervously. "I finally snapped, I couldn't take it anymore." I could sense the fear and anger in his eyes as he spoke. "Nothing is ever good enough for him. He wants me to attend Annapolis then go into the Marines like him. I have a 4.2 gpa, but it's not enough for him. 'You have to better chad.'" He said in a mocking voice. "'You have to try harder. Study more. Be faster, be stronger. Don't be a pussy, Chad! Be a fucking man, Chad!'" His voice was raising as he got angrier and angrier. Then he just exploded. "I HATE HIM!" He started shouting as he pounded his fist into one of my pillows over and over. "I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM!" Then he broke down crying, great heaving sobs. I reached out and pulled him into me and he cried into my chest. "So what happened tonight to set you off?" I asked, after he had calmed down. "He was yelling at me, like usual, and I just kind of snapped." He said sniffing as he wiped away tears. He had gone from an angry young man to a sad little boy as he cuddled into my chest. "I told him fuck Annapolis, I didn't want to go there and I don't want to be a Marine. Then he grabbed the strap and came at me. I swung and nailed him in the head. He fell to the ground and I panicked. I grabbed a bottle from the liquor cabinet and took off. I was so freaked out that I left without even my wallet or keys. I had no money and no where to go, so I walked around in the rain and drank the bottle. Then I saw your light was still on so I thought maybe......I mean, my dad hates you, but I always thought you were nice, so I took a chance and rang your bell." "Well I'm glad you did Chad." I said as I softly stroked his head. "You shouldn't be out on a night like this with no where to go. So, you mentioned a strap. Has he used it on you before?" Chad just slowly nodded his head. "Often?" I continued. Again he nodded his head. I could feel my blood start to boil. "Did he do anything else to you?" "He would lock me in my room, sometimes without dinner if I didn't perform well enough on a test or a meet." "Anything else?" I asked. "He was constantly yelling at me. Telling me I was worthless, stupid, a waste of his sperm." This really got me angry. It's one thing to have a slave and abuse him, that's what they want after all, but what this kid went through, nobody should ever have to. Especially not a kid as good as Chad. "You wanna know something else?" He asked softly. "What's that?" "He's never hugged me. Ever. He says real men don't hug, only sissies. And real men don't show emotions." I held him tighter as he said this to me. "That's bullshit." I said. "Your dad is a class A piece of shit. Everyone needs hugs. Even real men." As I said this he started crying again. I held him tight until he stopped crying again. Then I let him go and reached for a little wooden box. "I have something I think you could use right now." I said as I opened the box and pulled out a joint. "You ever get high?" I asked him. "Oh God no, Sir. The Major would fucking KILL me." "Well, I think it's about time then. Fuck your dad. I think you should start doing things for you and not for him. This shit will make you feel real good. And I think you need to feel good right now." "Yes Sir, if you think so. I've always been curious." "Then it's settled." I said as I lit the lighter. "And none of this Sir shit. Call me Abe." "Yes Sir. I mean Abe. Sorry." "That's better." I said as I toked on the joint. Then I handed it to Chad. He took a big hit and immediately started a huge coughing fit. I just laughed. "Cough to get off." I said. "The first couple hits are the worst. Then you'll get the hang of it." By his 4th hit, he was barely coughing at all. Soon the joint was gone. "How do you feel?" I asked. "Good." He said giggling. Ah, I miss those days when getting stoned would give me the giggles. "Well I'm gonna make you feel real good." I said as I walked over to the credenza and pulled out a bong. After a few tips on it, Chad was flying high, is eyes red as red could be. He was laying back on the sofa and his robe had come open and his legs were spread. I don't even think he realized it, but I had a great view of his flat, smooth pecks and an even better view of his sweet, 18 year old cock sitting on top of a big pair of balls full of teenage spunk, all surrounded by his bushy blond pubes. My mouth watered. "Hey Abe," Chad began. "Can I tell you a secret?" "Of course, you can tell me anything." "Well, um, I'm pretty sure I'm gay." You could have blown me over right then and there. I was floored. "Well, what makes you think you're gay?" "When I look at guys, especially in the locker room, I get funny feelings. Feelings like I want to be with them, kiss them, touch them, especially their cocks." "But you've been with girls right?" I asked, knowing full well he had. "Maybe your bi?" "Yea, a few. But only cause I thought I was supposed to. But when I was fucking them, I was thinking about guys. So I don't think I'm bi." "But you've never been with a guy?" "No, never. But when I jerk off, I like to play with my butt. I put things up there. Carrots, cucumbers, hair brush handles, whatever I can find. It feels real good and I imagine it's one of the hot jocks from school fucking me." He giggled some more as his cock started to harden. "And can I tell you something else?" "Of course." "The main reason I came over here tonight is because I hoped you would be my first." My mouth went dry upon hearing this. I couldn't believe this hot fucking kid that I had been fantasizing about was asking me to fuck him. "Are you sure Chad? That's really want you want?" "Yes." He whispered. "Please Sir. I want it so bad. I want to throw it in the Major's face that his precious son is a faggot who takes it up the ass. Will you please take my virginity?" My head was swimming from what I was hearing. "Of course dear boy." I finally managed to say. "If that's what you really want, I'd be happy to." A big grin spread across his face as I stood up and took his hand, leading him into the bedroom. As soon as we got on the bed he grabbed me and started kissing me passionately. I grabbed the lube and started fingering his ass, stretching his boy hole in preparation of my fat 9". He must have played with his hole a lot because in no time I easily had three fingers sliding in and out of him while he moaned like a whore. I finally pulled off of him and sat up as he layed there panting like a bitch in heat. "So now I have something I have to tell you. I only fuck raw. No rubbers, ever. And I'm hiv+." He looked at me in silence for a moment. "You don't look sick." He finally said. "I thought aids made you look sick." "I don't have aids." I corrected him. "I have hiv. I've had it for 20 years. It's a totally manageable condition these days. Like diabetes. I take meds and I'm healthy." "That's so hot!" He said after a moment. "I want hiv. That would destroy the Major to know he has a faggot son who takes cock up the ass and is hiv+. Give it to me Sir. Please!" He begged. My dick throbbed as I listened to him beg. And I didn't even correct him for calling me Sir. I liked it in this context. "All right boy, if that's what you want." "I do Sir! I want it! I want to make the Major suffer!" "You know boy, you don't always catch it the first time. I may have to fuck your ass for weeks before you catch it. Or maybe I'll share your hot ass with my friends, and they can help infect you." "Yes Sir, whatever it takes! Just give it to me!" With that I lubed up my cock and lined it up against his hole. With a little push, my mushroom head popped past the kids sphincter. He cried out but I couldn't tell if it was in agony of ecstasy, so I just held it there for a moment. "Here," I said, placing a brown bottle under his nose. "Breath this in, it will help relax you. Deep breaths, and hold it until I tell you to release it." He did as he was told and soon had taken 6 large hits. "That's a good boy." I praised him. "You're doing so well." I could tell the poppers were doing their job as his face flushed a deep red and his eyes went out of focus. His hole heated up and loosened and I knew he was ready for it. Slid my entire length into him in one slow push, relishing the feeling of stretching his insides for the first time in his young life. He just groaned as my pubes rubbed against his anal ring. Then he let out a big sigh and grinned. This future poz kid was a natural born bottom. I placed his knees over my shoulders and held his thighs as I started fucking him. He just grunted and moaned as my cock worked it's magic on his prostate. I looked down on his beautiful face as little smiles accompanied his grunts. He was truly loving his first poz fuck. This kid was so hot I was already going to shoot my wad. I couldn't help it. "Are you ready?" I asked him. "Are you ready for your first load of poz cum in your bitch boy hole? Are you ready to take your first step in becoming a pozzed up whore?" "Do it!" He panted. "Give me your poz load! Make me a pozzed up whore! Fuck you Major! Look at your son now! Look at your faggot poz cock taking whore of a son now!" Just hearing him say that sent me over the edge. I grabbed his long thin cock and started jerking it. "Here it comes slut! Here comes your first poz load in your faggot whore pussy!" With that, I buried myself in him and let loose with my dirty cum. He let out a cry and his boy cock started spewing a huge load. His first two shots landed on his face, the rest coating his smooth, bronzed chest. The whiteness of his jizz contrasted nicely with his deep tan. He truly looked like a well fucked cum slut. As I scooped up his cum from his body and fed it to him, I said, "Oh boy, do I have some plans for you, you little poz cum slut." He just smiled at me. "I can't wait Sir."

So the other night I was home alone, the boyfriend was in Melbourne and was going to be coming home late. I was on Grindr on a private account I have for playing around. A guy I’ve been with a few times (40s. Muscular. Married. Big dick. 8 inches uncut) Messaged me and asked what I was up to and if I was horny. I said yes. He said, ‘I want you arse up on your bed on all fours sniffing amyl in 30 minutes’. So I get ready. Leave my door unlocked. Lube up. Start sniffing amyl. I hear him arrive. Come through the front door. He comes into my bedroom and undresses without saying anything. Walks up to me with his big cock semi hard and wearing a silver cock ring. I start sucking him. Running my tongue along the head. Peeling back his foreskin as I suck him. He gets really hard. He’s thrusting in and out of my mouth and I could taste his precum. All of a sudden he tells me to stop and turn around. He puts on a condom and lubes his cock up as I turn around. I feel him teasing my hole with his cock head. Take a big whiff of the amyl and all of a sudden he thrusts forward and inside me. My hole is fucking tight but he rams it into me even though I scream out a little. He slowly pumps away and it starts to feel good. Really good. I start moaning and begging for him to fuck me harder. He calls me a little faggot. Gets me to spread my cheeks as he pounds me. I can feel precum leaking out of my cock and he holds me down hard as he piston fucks me. All of a sudden he pulls all the way out and I beg him to put it back in and keep fucking me. He says, ‘sure thing fag’ and takes off the condom and slides his cock into me raw. At this point my eyes are almost rolling into the back of my head as it feels amazing. He’s pinned me down onto my stomach and is on top of me. Fucking me raw. I said, ‘maybe we shouldn’t be doing this’ and he goes, ‘shut up and take it cunt’. I get harder. He puts his hand on my neck and starts squeezing as he keeps fucking me. I feel like I’m about to black out but it feels so good and I get super hard (I don’t usually get hard when getting fucked). He yells ‘Beg for it. Beg for my load in you’. So I start begging for it, ‘fuck yes, give me your load. Breed me daddy. Fuck my cheating hole’. ‘Oh yeah, you like that. You want my cum in you don’t you, you little slut?’ At this point I’m about to blow about a week’s worth of cum. He can tell I’m about to cum I think and tells me, ‘cum for daddy. I want to feel your hole tighten on my cock’. I scream out ‘I’m cumming’ and he says, ‘me too’ and then I blow the hugest load in months as I feel his cock inside me emptying his load. He keeps fucking me and I keep cumming in spurts as he fucks me. I can feel his load in me and feel him pumping away and pushing it in deeper. After about a minute he stops and collapses on top of me still inside me. My hole keeps pulsing on his cock. And each time it does he yells out a little. Then he gets up and pulls out of me. ‘Turn around and clean my cock you little bitch’. I do as I’m told. Then he gets dressed and leaves saying only, ‘See you next time’. My hole was a bit sore and dripping but I felt amazing. I can’t even remember the last time I came when I bottomed, let alone at the same time as the top.

Pup Name: AJ Have degrading kink so will respond to what ever you like (508)499-9445 Worecester County Massachusetts 01540 Not available during work hours which varies since im Part Time. Live with my parents as well and need to be discreet Age: 21 Height: 6ft (72in) Weight: 140lbs Ethnicity: white

Last night grindr hookup while traveling turns out he works here but was off he made me his pig for 4 hrs 9” curved fucked me 6 times

That is why we need everyone to patronize the ones that are left so they do not close too. The apps will never be able to replace the bathhouse experience!

Most days I don’t post because it’s just a guy getting off inside me. Today was a little different. I went to the video store and walked around a little with the old men that are permanent fixtures. I was about to leave when I saw a handsome guy younger than myself giving me the eye. He walked into a booth and wanted me to follow. I went inside and put money in and he immediately pinned me to the wall and started kissing me. He was a really good kisser and very masculine which I find hot. He put his hands on my shoulders and guided me down to his cock that I gladly pulled out of his pants. I put it in my mouth and started to make love to it. Kissing it and sucking on it putting my tongue in the piss slit. My usual tricks. It tasted so good and I could feel his masculinity oozing out of him. I looked up for his approval while nursing his big meat and he told me to open my mouth. He spit in my mouth which only turned me on even more. I was fingering my pussy and he seemed to like that. He slapped me across the face and I thanked him. He asked me what I wanted and I instinctively said I wanted him to breed me. He said he wanted to do that but wanted a third first. He put his dick away and left the booth in search of another to join. I continued to finger myself and watch the porn playing. A few minutes later he came back the a man that was older than me and handsome. He pulled out his cock and the first guy guided my head down to suck him hard. I did and could taste that his cock must have been in ass already by the familiar taste. I went back and fourth between both cocks for a while getting slaps and hair pulling by guy number one. He then pulls me up and turns me around bending me over to suck guy two again. I feel his big cock pushing at my pussy hard. Before I could help guide him in he pushed all the way in hard. I Had not been fucked today so it took me a few seconds to adjust. I went back to sucking guy2 off and guy one was fucking me like I was the last pussy he was ever going to have. It wasn’t long before I could feel him picking up pace and getting ready to breed me. He called me a dirty cunt or something as he was letting loose inside me. I just kept sucking guy 2 and felt guy one pull out. He wiped his used cock on my shirt and left. Guy 2 said he can’t cum from getting sucked and said he needed to use me. I spin around and he slid inside me. He didn’t last long and he dumped a second load in me. He wiped his cock off on my shirt as well and left the booth. All in all it was a nice day.

During the pandemic regular FB's seem to have have disappeared. Some even removed their profile from apps/sites. Sunday I was in serious heat and decided to make a round of hitting up past FB's with a regular "Hey, how's it going" type of message. Some didn't respond, a few sent back a lame text. I decided to hit up a guy who I had seen recently. We met at the first sex party I went to weeks ago when restirctions were lifted. He had fucked me a few times there and then gave me a few loads when he went home with me afterwards. Asked if he wanted to meet again some time. Half an hour later he responded with a "how about now?". We played for almost two hours with a few breaks. Fucked me in every position you can think of. Managed to pump three loads in my ass. And then squirted again on my face when I cleaned him up. Fuck! Just what I needed! He left with a "See you soon". Yes!

Been spending some time on the dark side guys, here are the results. I was not sure which category to put this in, does it matter? Enjoy. I really loved my boyfriend Mark. He was smart, funny, handsome and as it turned out a dirty, double crossing, back stabbing, fornicator. Do I sound bitter? I left work early one fateful Wednesday due to the onset of a sick headache. I get them from time to time and the best thing for me to do is have a lie down in a dark room until it eases up. Very distracted and I let myself in the back door of our house, dropped off my bag and keys and headed for the bedroom. An odd sound stopped me in my tracks. Mark should be at work so what was that sound coming from the living room. Well I will tell you what it was. It was Mark getting his ass drilled by our neighbor Sam. Sam was in his late fifties, balding, somewhat over weight and married. A grandfather for Christs sake. I never had a sexual thought about him, didn't occur to me Mark would. But there they were on our new couch, ass up, legs spread, Sam deep dicking Mark, apparently, to both their delights. I was in shock, speechless really. And I found a cure for a sick headache, just walk in on the love of your life being shagged by your adulterous neighbor. I stood there frozen and mute as I watched Sam's hairy ass clench and unclench as he rammed his cock ever harder into my boyfriends eager hole. Mark was very vocal, urging Sam to fuck him hard, breed his hole, GIMMEE THAT RAW COCK, he practically screamed. What?! They weren't even using protection. Mark and I had been together for two years and we still always used protection. WTF. Sam bent down to snog with Mark giving me an even better view of his fur lined ass crack. The guy was one hairy s.o.b. Mark wrapped his legs around Sam's back ensuring his fuckers cock would stay firmly ensconced in his needy hole. My needy hole damnit! I ran to the bedroom, hastily packed two bags and marched out of the house. They never even heard me, just kept right on with the buggery and the cheatery while my heart broke into a thousand pieces. I drove to a nearby hotel and checked in for a long stay. The first thing I did in my room was to block Mark's number on my phone. And then I called in sick for the next three days so Mark couldn't try to reach me at work. Three days wallowing in your own misery is both exhausting and boring. By Saturday night I needed distraction and to get out of my room. In a rum induced spurt of optimism I decided to go out and pick up a guy for nsa sex. Why not, I was a free man now. I even cleaned out thinking I might just decide to get fucked. My toiletry bag still had condoms in it so I grabbed a couple and headed for the nearest bar. So I guess I had a little more rum than I thought because I didn't even bother to find a gay bar. How I thought I was going to pick up a guy in a straight bar is beyond me. I get a beer, find a seat and look around. Breeders everywhere. What an idiot!!! I'm a social retard as it is in queer bars, around the straights I feel positively alien. I tell myself I will just drink my beer and leave. Then Christ on a cracker I spot Sam. He sees me too and a curious look flits momentarily over his features. I look away pretending I did not see him. Doesn't work. He makes his way over to me and stands there until I deign to look at him. "We need to talk," he says over the din of the bar babble. I don't know what to say to that so I don't say anything. "Your boyfriend is worried about you," he offers. Sam is standing too close. I can smell his aftershave. He is very tan and his shirt is wide open exposing his hirsute chest. All I can think is that I did not know Mark liked his men so hairy. I remained silent. Finally Sam begs me to listen to what he has to say. He returns to the bar to get us both drinks. While he waits I watch him make a quick phone call. I feel like an ass for letting him get me another beer, for bothering to hear what he has to say, for wanting to hear what he has to say. I want to hear how miserable Mark is, how contrite Sam is. I want them both groveling at my feet begging for forgiveness. Sam returns with my beer. I don't want to drink it but he insists I have a pull before he starts. Of course once I start I can't stop. I am like a siphon. He's talking but he is not really saying much. For fuck's sake why is he talking about the weather and the price of beer and why is he talking in slow motion and why is the world getting fuzzy. I felt Sam put his arm around me and begin to walk me out of the bar. He's strong and even with the extra weight his muscles are hard. I am enveloped in the smell of him. My feet did not seem to want to work. And then nothing. I woke up in my hotel room with a rotten head, sandpaper tongue and a full body ache. It took a long time for the world to come into focus and for me to understand where I was. Looking around I thought the room looked rather messy. There were some beer bottles scattered around. The bed covers were wadded up in a corner and there was some miscellaneous debris littering the floor. Then I felt it when I tried to roll over. There was something stuck up my ass. Whatever it was it was not small. What the hell did I do last night? I couldn't remember. I remembered showering to go out to the bar, walking to the bar and running into someone, maybe. My first attempt to stand up did not go well, nor the second. I managed to scrape myself off the floor and stagger into the bathroom to get a look at what was up my ass. It was a butt plug. Took me a minute to figure it out having zero personal experience with the item. Once I decided what it was it needed to be removed but holy hell it was so goddamn bulbous it wasn't going to just slip on out of my hole. I squatted in front of the sink and began the process. Relax, gentle pressure, push. It felt like I was giving birth. In the end I had to grit my teeth with the pain and rip the damn thing out like I was pulling teeth. Pain, lots of pain and an enormous gush of something running down my leg. What in the hell? My ass lips spasmed and farted letting loose a last gush before my hole settled down into a numbed stupor. That's when the smell hit me. Cum. The butt plug was holding in a tidal wave of cum. How could that be? I was a careful partner. I always used protection. No man had ever had his bare cock in my ass much less dropped a load but there I was standing in a pool of sperm that had leaked from my hole. Dazed and confused I cleaned myself off with a wet washcloth being careful of my tender asshole and then collapsed back on the bed. It took me a minute lying there to realize how damp the sheet was. I ran my hand over it encountering what were obviously slicks of jizz. The bed was one big sponge of sweat and spit and sperm. A whole lot of fucking had taken place on that bed. I tried closing my eyes and wishing it all away as a bad dream. No luck. When I opened my eyes the first thing that came into focus was a note taped to the mirror. My first instinct was to throw it away without looking at it, not give whoever had done this to me the satisfaction of playing their game. I recognized the handwriting though. It was Mark's. I had to read it. The statement was short. "Check out the new video on your phone. By the way don't try to make any trouble over this. You will regret it." I sat on the back on the bed for a long time unable to make myself pick up the phone. Teary eyed I stared down at my feet and spotted a half full bottle of tequila. I detest the stuff but I needed some courage. I downed as much as I could stomach, flopped across the bed and watched the video. The first bit was Mark cursing as he tried to set up the camera so it was pointed at the bed. It kept slipping and falling over. I almost laughed but sobered up seeing my unconscious self snoozing away next to a naked Sam. Sam was running his hands over my body, pinching nipples, pulling on my flaccid cock. Then Mark hopped on the bed and Sam turned his amorous attentions to my boyfriend. The next several painful minutes were them two making out as they rolled about next to me, jostling my body and at one point almost pushing me off the bed. That brought me back to their attention. Sam turned my head towards them and proceeded to explore my mouth with his tongue while Mark went south to suck Sam's cock. The tequila rose in my throat. I wanted to throw the phone across the room and get the hell out of there but I had to know what exactly had happened to me. When my attention returned to the screen Sam had gotten up on his knees and was feeding me his cock. My right cheek bulged out with every thrust of his fat rod. He really did have a jaw breaker of a prick. "He can't suck cock for shit," Sam quipped as he continued to rape my face, forcing his cock ever deeper down my throat. The sound of Mark's giggle was daggers to my heart. Mark reclined at the foot of the bed with his back to the camera. Pretending to examine his nails he snorted, "I know, more teeth than lip." Sam finally wedged his meat balls deep, one hand was around my throat the other pinched my nose. It was obvious there was no oxygen getting to my lungs and yet my body lay as still as stone. "God, he is really out," Mark exclaimed as loomed over me to examine my reaction. I watched in horror as the seconds then minutes ticked by while Sam continued to grind his crotch into my face. When he finally released me my lungs inflated with a wheeze and drool spilled over my lip onto the sheet. "You are an evil dog," Mark laughed as he enthusiastically kissed Sam over my comatose form. Sam grinned, "Yup and I think its time to introduce our friend here to the devil." Mark hopped off the bed. He came back into view with a small ice chest, the one that sat in our pantry on the top shelf. From it he pulled a thermos, waving it in front of the camera like a magician with a trick. Opening the thermos he produced a long cylindrical ice cube like the kind you make for water bottles. He waved it about then put it to his lips for a kiss and a lick. "This, boyfriend, is what is called a devil's dick." He held it close up to the camera so I could see its slick frozen milkiness. "Sam made it for me, well Sam and some of his closest friends." He turned to Sam and blew him a kiss. "In case you still don't understand, it's cum, frozen sperm. Lot's and lot's of fucks and wanks to make this lovely specimen and I am gifting it to you." He pointed at the camera with the devil dick, held his gaze for a long moment then went to stand by my side. I could not hear what he said next but it was obviously instructions for Sam to roll me over. Without a word or warning Mark pushed the semen dildo into my ass. The tequila boiled out of my throat and I retched painfully over the side of the bed. Abandoning the phone I staggered into the bathroom to rinse my mouth. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. By the time I sat back down on the bed and picked up my phone the scene had changed. Mark was filming now as Sam fingered my ass, slicking up my hole as the devil dick melted its fiendish contents into my guts. "Go on Sam," Mark urged, "have a taste, I know how bad you want to." Without hesitation Sam dove in roughly pulling my cheeks apart to give him better access to my cum slimed hole. I had always refused to let Mark try that and now I was getting royally reamed by my neighbor. Sam licked and sucked and rubbed his stubbled cheeks against my ass crack with a faint sound like Velcro being torn apart. The moment was interrupted by a curt knock at the door. With a smart slap to my ass Sam got up to let in the guest. A rangy character of moderate height came into view. He had rather greasy looking shoulder length hair and an unremarkable face except when he smiled and revealed a gold tooth. The men greeted each other with happy tidings and longish tonguey kisses then their attention turned to me. "Roger, meet my boyfriend. Boyfriend this is Roger." Roger approached me, pulled up my one exposed eyelid then slapped me hard. "Shit, this motherfucker is out for the count." He turned to Sam. "What the fuck did you give him." "Just a couple of those little white pills you gave me last month." "Well shit", Roger started to run his hands over me ending his exploration at my hole, " you only needed one. He'll be dead to the world all night." "So," Sam harumphed plopping himself back on the bed and pushing Roger's hand away idly fingering me again. "His hole is still tight, fuckable and according to Mark practically virginal." An evil grin cracked Roger's face in half. "Yeah but it's more fun to have a little life in them. Don't worry I got you covered." Roger retrieved a small black toiletry bag. From it he removed three syringes. "This one," he held out the first, "will bring him back to life while leaving the fight out him." He held out the second, "this one will calm him down and make him horny as fuck if he comes back to life more than we like." "And the third," Mark questioned eagerly. "This is Trimix. He'll be more fun to play with if he's hard. I might want to take him for a ride." Even wider evil grin. "Brilliant," Mark exclaimed slapping Roger on the back. "He really does have a beautiful cock. It would be a shame to leave all sad and droopy while we have our fun." Despite the ever deepening horror of the situation my heart swelled to hear Mark say I had a beautiful cock. He never said that to me. Without further ado Roger flipped me over, pierced my cock with the syringe needle and depressed the plunger. Roger ordered Sam to rub my meat vigorously while the drugged worked its magic. I watched in fascination as my dick began to swell and harden. When it was all said and done I swear my cock looked a size bigger. It was rock hard and throbbing with the need for attention. My real life cock vibrated in commiseration with its video twin. Sam swooped in to have a taste then offered the spit slick knob to Roger. He accepted and downed me to the root with little trouble. Again there was a knock at the door. Roger released my cock long enough to mention it was his friends Rafik and Simon. "They'll be wanting a quick pump and dump," he said nonchalantly before returning to slobbering on my hard-on. As naive as I am I knew well enough what a pump and dump was but I was still in denial not believing Mark would let something like that happen to me. Clearly I was an idiot. In walked two young thuggish looking specimens decked out in grimy jeans and hoodies. Getting a better look they were obviously flying higher than the Goodyear Blimp. Simon was a ginger with a close cropped beard, an attempt to cover a severely acne scarred face. Rafik was some flavor of black with dreads and what turned out to be a majorly hooked dick. He had to fuck me sideways but I am getting ahead of the story. Introductions were made as Mark passed around beer and booze explaining the situation although it was obvious even to such drug addled minds as the two newcomers possessed. Sam interrupted the chatter and laughter (Mark was talking about the devil's dick) to explain that Mark had first dibs on my hole for actual fucking and breeding as he was the long standing and suffering boyfriend who had to put up with two years of boring sex .Mark just nodded. That really deflated me. I had no idea he was unhappy with our sex life. Simon hopped up on the bed and slapped my face with his cock. "Alright then get this bitch fucked and loaded." He pried open my jaws and pushed his leaky cock in. In the corner of the screen I saw that Rafik had a camera out and was filming his buddy. "I need to empty my sack into this fine piece of ass." He stooped to slide a finger inside me. Sam took charge ordering them to place me in the center of the bed. Pillows and bed covers went flying. I was pulled roughly into the middle of the bed then the boys took turns fingering and eating my hole. Everyone agreed my ass was prime meat. I did not know how to feel about it. I was about to be raped after having already been drugged but they were so excited and appreciative of my attributes it was hard not to be at least a little proud. And then the deed was done. Mark maneuvered himself on top and without a bit of a tease rammed his considerable endowment balls deep in my hole. Even in my drugged stupor a moan escaped my lips. Sam had the camera by now and closed in on my face. Mark was whispering in my ear. "I have waited so long for this." Our heads rocked with the motion of his fucking. "You tortured me and now its my turn to fuck and breed your hole. You feel so good baby, all that delicious cum lubing your hole. I wish you were awake to enjoy this." "I got ya covered man," Roger brought over the second syringe. Mark stilled his thrusting long enough for a vein to be found and my blood to be laced with more drugs. It was fast working. A couple sharp slaps to my face I was awake albeit still rather dopey. Mark resumed his fucking. "Hey stud," he cooed, "welcome back to the world. How are you feeling?" I could read the confusion on my face. "I don't know," I said, then, " I am kind of thirsty." For some reason that made them all laugh. "Hear ya go buddy." Simon stepped up to the bed waving his cock. "I gotta piss." Mark maneuvered me over to take Simon's cock in my mouth. I was ordered to suck Simon like a straw and down every drop. Like a trooper I did as ordered. Roger asked what kind of chem piss Simon was topping me off with. Simon shrugged, "oh you know, a sort of pharmacological mulligan stew. We've been at it for two days." Rafik and Simon high fived like a couple idiot jocks and in the process knocking his still pissing cock out of my mouth and soaking my hair with urine. Everybody laughed and Mark licked the beads of piss off my face. Marked informed the group he did not want to cum yet. He wanted everyone to fuck me first but no cumming. Sam handed the camera to Mark and flipped me over. He draped my legs over his shoulders before placing his cock at my hole. "Beg for my cock you frigid little shit," he demanded. In a timid voice I asked him to fuck me. Whatever was in that piss was working its way through my system making me as pliable as silly putty. "Say it like you mean it," Sam barked. I was too far gone to be frightened but I did manage a reasonably sincere request that he fill my hole with his hard-on. "You got it baby," and he rammed his cock into me. My eyes rolled back in my head and a moan escaped my lips. Could it be true? It looked like I was actually enjoying being fucked by that hairy rapist. The next twenty minutes of filming was terrible porn while the camera was passed around as they all took their turn barebacking my hole. Each one positioning me as predilection dictated and like I said Rafik skewered me sideways as his hooked prick only allowed. They drank and smoked and laughed all the while the far off look in my eyes proved I had only an inkling of what was happening to me. Mark's turn came around and he announced it was time to breed my hole. He had me on my back. "I want to look you in the eye," he growled into my face, "when I gift you with my special seed." I cringed at the idiot look on my face and how I thanked him. Mark informed me that all of them would be impregnating me. "You should feel grateful," he said tenderly stroking my face even as his cock bottomed out in my abused hole. The tremendous fucking that followed had my real time dick chubbing up. Mark ploughed me passionately and roared as he came filling my guts with jizz and forever altering my future. Sam was next and barely managed a few thrusts before cumming. Simon did not make it to my ass, at least for his first load, spewing his load on my face and then taking the time to push the gelatinous mass into my mouth. Rafik took the longest to unload. Someone held the camera close and I was treated to long minutes of his hairless hole clenching and unclenching while he fucked. When at last he extracted his cock from my innermost recesses there was a disgusting sucking noise and a fat glob of cum belched from my hole and slid down my balls. The camera was set in place. I lay there in a sweaty cum soaked stupor while my tormenters rehydrated with liquor and smoked their drugs of choice. Mark asked Sam how the ad was faring. Sam picked up his phone and after a moment responded. "Looking good. The fuckers are lining up and the first should be here any minute." A moment later the door opened and and a tall, older black man came into view. He asked which one of us was the cumdump and hauled out his cock. Without a word Simon and Sam unceremoniously flipped me over. Simon held my hands while Sam roughly pulled my legs apart. It all seemed unnecessary as I never uttered a grunt of protest. This was the first of several fucks courtesy of the internet. The man pushed himself into me and complimented the men at the slickness of my cum lubed hole. The next sodomite was a shadow of a man, his gaunt frame and hollow cheeks telling the story of his life. I watched in horror as he mounted me. It was like watching a train wreck. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he bottomed out in my hole. His rigor mortis like grin punching me in my soul. For a moment my eyes lost focus as I teetered and then I saw it. The camera zeroed in on the tattoo above his crotch, a biohazard sign. No. That can't be. What was happening. The man looked like death warmed over but he could still fuck. His stringy muscles had strength and I watched in fascination at the network of veins crisscrossing his body. I could hear Mark talking about his dick of death and it truly was a monumental piece of anatomy. It appeared and disappeared into my body, the slick rod looked like marble. I watched it spit its poison for a brief moment before it plunged back in releasing the rest of its load deep inside. My cock of course was still rock hard and I moaned when he used the escaped cum glob to lube me up and stroke. I didn't even flinch as he leaned in for a long lingering kiss. "If that doesn't take," he whispered, "I'll be breeding you again before the party is over." My cock had gone as limp as my hand and the phone dropped to the bed. I lay there staring at the note still taped to the mirror. I couldn't see the video but I could hear the sounds of fucking and laughing. Sam had started to call out the loads as I was fucked and filled by strangers. "Eleven, fifteen, twenty-two...." And then my voice. I was coming to my senses, yelling and trying to get off the bed. Two brutes I had not seen before were holding me down while Simon injected me with the last syringe. A moment later you could see my eyes glaze over and all the fight went out of me. One of the brutes poked me in the ribs and I giggled. "Time for round two," a voice in the background chimed. I was calm now and the hairy bear that had been holding me down savagely skewered me with his fat uncut cock. I moaned as he fucked, sweat beading on both our bodies. Mark whispered something into the bears ear. He shifted position so Mark could maneuver himself into a double penetration. I watched in horror and my hole stretched to accommodate two cocks. The bear stayed in place as each man took a turn with the DP. Where did they all come from? The bear leaned in for a kiss. Then Sam appeared revealing to the camera a mouth full of cum. He playfully pushed the frothy mass between his lips before leaning down and snowballing it into my mouth. The bear greedily resumed his kissing sloppily tongueing the load load between us. I gagged and dry heaved. There was nothing left to bring up. The rest of the video was a blur of cock and cum. Men came and left. I barely watched, just more of the same. The marathon fuck session ended with Simon riding my cock. I moaned and twitched as the man encouraged me to cum, fill his ass. I was fascinated by the look on my face. The pleasure that was clearly written there as my nuts released their seed into the drug dealer. My first bareback load as a top. At least I thought I was done. Bio tat guy was back. Sam and Mark pinned my legs back as the man resumed his fucking. His stringy hair was matted and damp. He looked exhausted. "Gotta say boys," he bragged, "I fucked a lot of ass tonight but this one here has got them all beat." "How do you like that stud?" He leaned in. "Your hole is plenty slick enough but I have enough ass juice on my cock from all those slut bottoms to lube you up good. Hey," he called out, "how many loads does this piece of shit have in him?" Mike and Sam grinned replying at the same time, "Thirty-two". And then one of them produced a marker handing it over. My fucker wrote CUMDUMP in big letters across my chest and the number thirty-three below it. Tossing the marker aside he thrust harder and harder before bellowing, "God dam!" My last load of the evening. "If that doesn't take," he joked, "I'll retire in shame." Laughter all around. Mark produced the massive butt plug and worked it into my red and puffy hole. As dazed and confused as I was at that moment what came next was still a shock. Dutifully I began to clean the room, straightened the bed, showered and douched keeping careful watch on the time. You see I was given strict and explicit instructions on what to do. There was to be a penalty if I did not comply. Were I to deviate in any way certain portions of the video would be sent to my family, friends and place of employment. Of course Mark would know who to provide elicit evidence of my debauchery. Precisely at 8pm I was sitting quietly on the end of the bed as Sam and Mark entered the room.

The fat black man fucking me indicated he was about to cum. His equally fat black cock was tearing me up and I loved it. The bathhouse was surprisingly busy for a Tuesday night. I was hunched over a fuck bench holding on for dear life as the raw fucker battered and buttered my hole with his load. A faint wave of guilt interrupted my pleasure at being bred when I thought of my boyfriend Chet who at the moment was discussing the latest Mark Kurlansky book at his weekly book club meeting. He had no idea I spent my Tuesdays hunting down loads at any number of adult establishments. The guy pulled out and I caught a glimpse of his half hard cock shiny with lube and cum swinging heavily below his gut. Before I could decide whether to stay or go the old guy in the corner who had been jerking off to the show made up his mind. He stepped up and slipped his cock into my well used hole. He was not as big as the black guy but plenty big enough. I moaned as he eased himself into a slow fuck. Then a voice from the dark shattered my idyll. "Well look who we have here," Brad, one of Chet's best friends sauntered up to me from out of the shadows. Fuck!!! Brad was a big oaf of a man, red blonde and furry. I had always been curious about him, wondered what he was packing. Unfortunately I was about to find out. He stood in front of me his big legs wide, arms crossed, a shit eating grin on his malicious face. I was not exactly trapped but I was loathed to push the old man off me before I got his load and besides I was already busted now all I could do is wait to find out the cost of my betrayal. "Sooo...," Brad drawled, "while the hubby is off chatting about the best seller list and drinking wine spritzers you're here getting your slut hole filled." He was right but I had to try to get out of this. Unfortunately my sex addled and desperate brain was not up to the task. I tried to bluff, " It's not what it looks like." Of course it was exactly what it looked like. "This is my first time. I was curious, please don't tell Chet." I was yammering on but Brad cut me off. "Don't insult my intelligence buddy. I might look like a ditch digger but my brain works just fine. I saw your piece of crap Tacoma when I pulled in here." Hey, my crazy brain protested inwardly, my truck was not a piece of crap. "You know Mark that works the counter? We go way back. I still throw him a bone once in a while and by bone I mean I fuck him. The guy has no discretion, gotta mouth like a fish wife. He says you are in here every Tuesday without fail. Says he even fucked you once on a break. Soooo...you gonna stick with your bullshit story?" The old guy was still fucking me even as he soaked in all Brad had to say. He chuckled at the last line. I did not know what to say so I remained quiet. Brad moved closer, his groin so close but not touching. I tried not to look but his bloated meat was so hard to resist. It was big and pink and tasty looking. My pride, what little I had left kept me from reaching for it. He trailed a big mitt down my back to my ass, kneading my cheeks and pulling them apart so the guy fucking me could get in deeper. "We always wondered, me and the guys that is, what your hole would feel like. You're a good looking man. I never imagined I'd have a shot with you, nope not in a million years." His hands kept moving. "Not you with your GQ looks, $200 shoes and vintage ties." The guys did tend to give me a lot of grief over my 'fancy' cloths and expensive hair cuts. "But look at you, under that glossy refined exterior is just another slut cum dump begging for loads. I started to protest, again he shut me up. "Don't even!", he cut himself off by roughly grabbing my chin so he could look me in the eye. "I've been watching you this whole time. I saw you get fucked through a glory hole. And what about that fat slob that just seeded your hole and this geezer." He gestured at the old man who was still banging away. "No offense intended." The old man cackled, "None taken. I fucked this guy before. I ain't never seen him turn down a dick." "Cut the crap and just admit you are a cum dump." "No load refused," added the old man laughing heartily and sounding like a craigslist ad. I slumped in defeat. My secret was out. "Okay Gramps," Brad was taking charge," time for you to breed this bitch. I've got plans for his ass and they don't include you." "Alright, alright," the old man huffed, " getting close, so close." Then he let out a long squeaky moan and I knew he was getting his nut. Also I recognized the moan. He had fucked a load into my ass more than once. He was probably a Tuesday night regular also. I rarely bother to turn and look at the guys fucking me on the bench. I love the sleazy anonymity of it. The geezer pulled out and gave my ass a slap. "Have fun boys, looks like you two have some catching up to do." He wandered off throwing a wave over his shoulder, "See you next Tuesday." Bastard! I tried to get off the bench but Brad was having none of it. I settled back down too afraid of him to argue. "You just get comfy. We are waiting for someone." "Who! Who are we waiting for?" I started to panic fearing he had called Chet. "Is it...is it..."I was so breathless I couldn't even say his name. "Calm down buddy. It's not Chet. Just a mutual friend looking forward to getting to know you better and I mean that in the Biblical sense." Oh shit that could only be one person, Brad's pal, the biggest asshole in the metropolitan area, BJ." And as if on cue he stepped into the room a smile so big on his face I thought his jaw might split and fall off. BJ, one of the guys, was one of Chet's oldest friends. They went to high school together and I think that was the only thing they had in common. Chet was too much of a sweetheart to tell BJ to get lost and BJ liked Chet's liquor cabinet too much to exit the scene. BJ was not even his real name. He earned it by getting caught twice in high school receiving blow jobs from classmates in the restroom. BJ was every bit as big as Brad but where Brad was bearish BJ was big boned and raw skinned with hard spare muscles and without an ounce kindness in his ugly mug. He reminded me of Willem Dafoe. I detested him. He was a lazy creep, always skirting the law and his mouth was always spouting invective. BJ was one of the few men (him and Trump) that I had no desire to see his package. Every other guy on the planet, even the lowliest, grossest slob, I have to wonder about his his dick. I mean when its poking through a gloryhole what does it matter. Not BJ though. It was not his body I objected to, it was him. "Hey GQ," BJ's nickname for me, "fancy meeting you here. Enjoying yourself?" He walked around me his eyes roaming over my body greedily. I remained quiet. "You are being rude GQ. Hogging the fuck bench like this. Why don't you hop off and give one of these other fags a go." There was no one else in the room but us. They each took and arm and helped me off. I have to admit my legs were a little wobbly. Recent events had over taken my stability and reality. They guided me over to a wide padded bench and sat me in between them. "You know GQ every time I look at that pretty face of yours I have the same damn thought. I'm a fucking broken record." He slapped my knee, hard. My flinch only served to widen his already ridiculous smile. "You want to know what it is?" I shook my head. "Oh come on, aren't you a teensy weensy bit curious." His grip on my knee became painful. "Okay, okay," I gave in trying to push his hand off my knee. "Tell me." Now I should point out I am not exactly a 90lb weakling. I am 6'2'', 175lbs, but both these guys had a couple inches on me and way more muscle. BJ was terrifyingly strong. "When I look at you," he snarled, "I want to feel that arrogant face of yours pushing into my ass." God no! He wants me to eat his ass. Now don't get me wrong. I am a devoted ass eater and the hairier the better but fucking BJ. NO WAY! It would be too demeaning, too gross. He could see the refusal in my face. I looked him the eye and I have never seen a more disgusted and hateful expression. "I know what you think of me GQ. I know you think you are better than me. That I am trash, that I only use people for what I can get. And who knows you might be right but I am not the one that just got caught cheating on his boyfriend and not only cheating but whoring out his hole to anybody with a heartbeat and a hard-on so you tell me old pal who's trash now? Which one of us is on the moral high ground?" My heart lurched. He was right. I did think I was better than him but was I really? BJ did not give me any more time to ponder the issue. "Don't worry about it sport," he ruffled my hair like I was a five year old. "I am totally willing to come down to your level, your lying cheating morally corrupt level. You can keep cheating on your boyfriend like you want and I am going to blackmail your ass...so I can get into your ass. You can keep your happy Martha Fucking Stewart life with preppy little Chet but on Tuesday nights you're mine. And Brad's of course." He gave Brad a friendly punch on the shoulder. I had to make one last attempt at getting out of this. "C'mon Brad you are better than this," I pleaded. "Don't let this asshole lead you into something you will regret. Brad shook his head but with no regret. "Sorry bud, this is a dream come true." He wrapped an arm around me and pulled us closer and despite the agony my soul was in I noticed how damn good he felt. "I have jerked off too many times dreaming of this moment and there is no way in hell I am letting it slip by. Besides you know, deep down, you want this. Hell I notice you checking out my package all the time." He had me there. I spent many a social gathering staring at his crotch trying to decide if he was cut or not. BJ interrupted. "Enough jibber jabber, my ass isn't going to eat itself." Two seconds later I was on my back staring up at BJ's hairless and wrinkled pucker. He pressed his hole to my lips and I clamped my mouth shut. He wiggled his ass back and forth, the silky weight of his sack caressing my chin. "Time to get busy GQ. I am not going to say it again. Either your tongue goes up my hole or I get my cell to call Chet." I gave in and pushed my tongue out. A few licks and his hole opened up like a spring flower. A few more licks and I was in deep and god help me he tasted so good. My cock was rock hard. My cum dump instinct took over and I was busy trying to push my head up his ass. I couldn't believe I was eating BJ's ass and loving it. I hated him but could not get enough of his hole. I could hear Brad talking to someone. Then I heard, "Go ahead and fuck him. He's not going anywhere." A moment later I felt the head of a cock rubbing up and down my asshole. When he paused I pushed out and managed to get it in me. "God damn," the guy swore, "he's a hungry bottom ain't he." Then he slammed the rest of his cock into me and I was breathless for a moment with both the pain in my ass and the lack of available air due to BJ grinding his hole hard in my face. I had no complaints. Except for being caught out life was fucking great. I had a raw anonymous cock in my ass and tasty asshole to feast on. There was nothing to do but enjoy. The top did not last long. He shot his load and departed but was immediately replaced by another and I wondered if it was Brad. Turns out it was not. Brad wanted my hole good and loaded before he had his way with me. BJ did not seem in any hurry to disengage his hole from my tongue so I settled in for a long rimming session. When I did get a break I asked the guys if they had any poppers. I was in total slut mode now. "You continue to shock me GQ," said BJ. "Be right back." He headed off towards the lockers but not before suggesting to Brad that I might be more comfortable in a sling. I followed Brad to the sling room not bothering to hide my eagerness. He patted the sling gesturing me to get in. Shyly I asked him if I could suck his dick before he fucked me. I still felt awkward about the situation but Brad's cock was even more beautiful than I had imagined and I could not wait to taste it. He shook his head as he pushed me into the sling, pulled my legs up and fastened the shackles to my ankles. "You're gonna be sucking my dick a lot. Don't worry your pretty head about that. You and my meat are going to get very well acquainted but right now its not about what you want and what I want is to see you fucked raw. I want to hear you beg for my meat in your cheating slut hole." BJ soon reappeared tossing me the little brown bottle. He had even thoughtfully removed the annoying plastic seal. I immediately took a hit and felt my hole pulse with the chemical high. As much as I hated BJ I wanted him to fuck me more than anyone. He teased my hole with his cock backing away every time I tried to get him inside. He was loving it and to be honest so was I. "Beg for it," he insisted," tell me what a piece of shit slut you are." "Please fuck me BJ, please. I want your load so bad." "What's my name?" his voice turned harsh and he gave my nut sack a smack. I flinched and started over over. I was too slow in responding with his real name. "David," I gasped when he menaced my balls again sending shivers of pain through my body. "I'm a lying, worthless cum dump that doesn't deserve your load David." I shouted. "It's too good for me but I need it." I rambled on doing a shit job I am sure but I knew he was going to fuck he just wanted to humiliate me first. I didn't care. I wanted cock. Luckily I managed a hit of poppers as he slammed his full length into me. It was brutal but felt so fucking good. It was a hate fuck and I have never been so turned on in my life. I couldn't touch my cock for fear of blasting off. Losing all self esteem and I pulled at BJ trying get him close enough for a kiss. His look of disgust only served to make my cock harder. "You really are pathetic," he spit before pressing his lips to mine and exploring my gums with his tongue. I kissed him greedily trying to make sure every inch of his rampant cock was lodged in my greedy hole. When he shot his load my bliss went into overdrive. His ugly mug contorted and his muscles strained as he concentrated on his nut making sure I was fully bred and loaded. He pulled out too soon offering Brad a turn. Brad mounted me quickly and BJ came to my side to have his cock cleaned. Brad was a fun fuck, his boyish smile never leaving his lips as he watched me clean cum and ass juice off my rival. Instead of breeding me Brad went to my other side and pushed his cock into my mouth. BJ surprised me by bending over to share giving Brad a blow job. When the orgasm came BJ took most of the jizz but then pushed it into my mouth. We shared a cummy kiss snowballing Brad's load. My cock was a hair trigger at this point. As soon as Brad put his lips to my cock I exploded. I moaned into BJ's mouth and spit frothed cum dribbled out as the most extreme orgasm I had yet to experience shattered my body. Brad joined us for a three way kiss so share my load. Brad and BJ helped me out of the sling and we all headed for the showers in silence. I had no idea what to say or how I should feel. What I did know was that I wanted these two men again. I wanted them to use me as they saw fit. As we all dressed I turned to BJ. "Next Tuesday," It was a question. Grabbing his bag he shrugged. "I'll think about it," but the wink told me my hole was going to get well acquainted with BJ's cock. I stopped at Barnes and Noble on the way home and bought Chet a $200 gift card.

My Playroom—May, 2021 “I need you to open up my hole.” Maybe it wasn’t Stuart’s first sentence. He might have said “Hi” before that. I am not sure which hook up site we were on, but likely AssPig. He had taken a hand before, but not for a very long time. The guy was in his 30’s and big, but not sloppy. A true bear. Hair everywhere. The picture he opened showed a hairy ass I knew I would love to get lost in. We arranged a date. Which he cancelled. But correctly. We set another time and he drove a very long way to end up on my fuck bench… I come into the playroom. I am so used to finding men kneeling there, ready to suck. But Stuart knows what he wants. He is on the fuck bench. I kneel behind the hairiest ass I’ve had in ages. My tongue hits his pucker. He is tight. I begin to tongue drill him. He flowers open easily. I use a finger to work the saliva in deeper. And some coconut oil. “Fuck me.” I go back to rimming and finger fucking his ass. Stuart begins to pant. I stand up. His head snaps up off the bench to look at me in the full length mirror in front of him. “I want that dick in me,” he grunts out. “You still want it raw?” “Fuck, yes….” I slather more coconut oil on my throbbing cock. It probes his hole. I slide in. Carefully. Letting him get used to my thickness. I bottom out. Hold. And begin a slow fuck. “Just use me,” he grunts out, opening his poppers. “Open my hole.” I wait until I hear the cap go back on before I begin a much more powerful fuck. I slam into him repeatedly. I pull out and bring my dripping dick to his mouth. He doesn’t hesitate. He swallows me down. “Taste your ass, man.” He grunts his approval—with my dick deeply lodged in his throat. I fuck him some more. I pull out the trusty egg-headed dildo. He takes the toy easily after my fucking. But it is harder to add me along with it. I get in, but it’s not a comfortable stretch. I go back to just my dick alone. “Let’s switch to the sling.” I get him in and comfortable. He loves watching my dick go into him from the mirror above. I end the fuck and work the speculum into him. I crank it open. Slowly. Playing with his prostate after each crank. I get it wide enough to add my dick in with it. “That’s so hot,” he moans. He watches my dick fuck into him—held open by the stainless steel walls of the medical device. I crank him closed. I finger him a little—getting 4 into him easily with lots of coconut oil and a little Crisco. I try the medium sized butt plug…well, medium on my shelf of toys, but it may large for some. It goes in. But it is definitely a stretch. I beat on the base—making him squirm and pant and huff some more poppers. I do some serious hand work. We do lots of stretches, but it is not going to happen today. I tell him so—and remind him its a process—as wipe excess Crisco off his hairy hole. He understands—but is disappointed. “So just use me any way you want…” I take him at his word, and piss all over ass. I kneel and lick it clean—loving how the drops of piss cling to the hair around his hole. I stand up and give him another spurt—this time getting some inside his ass. His cock has erected with each pissing. Now I do a third spurt on his balls and shaft. I clean those off with my tongue as well. I am super hard—so I fuck him. Fast and hard. Making the sling chains clank. Then I stand still and push the sling away—and pull it back onto me. It makes him feel how really deep I am in his guts. I keep impaling until we are both breathless. “I want to eat your ass. But over here.” I pull out the rimseat. Then help him out of the sling. I get out and get under. He sits. His hole is wide open above me. My tongue probes up into him. I get a steady drip of coconut oil. And now coconut oil mixed with piss. I hear him with the poppers…and his groans as his ass is reamed out with my tongue. Once I figure his rush is gone, I tell him to ride my cock. It’s not an easy position for him, but he does it gamely, impaling himself over and over again. When his legs tire, he sits back on the seat. I welcome a fresh stream of coconut oil, precum and ass jizz in my mouth. I know I want more. My mouth is sealed around his puffy ass lips. I reluctantly pull it away and tell him to get up and lean into the sling. He does. I get up and take a major swig of water from my bottle. It not only clears my palette, but makes me need to piss. Stuart is leaning chest into the sling as I told him. I fuck him for a moment in that position, but then stop, keeping my cock buried in him. A moment…and then he is literally flooded with my piss. He groans and then begins to whimper and go for his poppers. “Keep a clear head,” I tell him. He stops and just enjoys the sensation of his guts getting heavy with my piss load. I finally exhaust my bladder and pull out. I get under the seat. He hands me his popper bottle. I take a hit. He sits. He is clenching his ass incredibly tightly. He huffs…and lets go. There is no trickle. The moment my tongue hits his pucker, he relaxes and the piss waterfall is in full force. I swallow as fast as I can. I let go of my dick for fear of cumming. It’s a huge flow for maybe 15 seconds. Then a trickle…and then it’s just normal tongue fucking for a long while to get every drop. I get him up fairly fast. We go back to the sling. The urge to breed is on me. He asks for the blindfold—and looks hot, lying there, used and damp and hungry for my load. I do some nipple work on him…but I need to shoot and know it. I feed him poppers. I rim. I push in. I fuck. For longer as it feels so good. So wet inside. And I suddenly make it wetter. I gush out a big load into his hot ass. I felch a little…and lean across him, dribbling it into his mouth. He is surprised—but pleased. He goes home thoroughly used… The original, with some fun comments, here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/just-use-me.html

By Halloween by locked cock meant my balls were ready to explode. It was the last day of Locktober and I was ready for anything. I made sure I was ready and went to the address. When I arrived just the twink was there. He told me the party started in an hour but first he was gonna lube me up personally. He told me to get in the sling and handed me some poppers which I sniffed hungrily. He asked if I wanted more of his toxins as he wasn’t on meds yet. “Too right” I replied. He started licking my hole and then pushed his big cock into me. He said “I’m so glad your here first, I needed to make sure my DNA was in you first, opening your hole for the others”. I said “thank u, I need you in me, making me yours”. He leant over and kissed me with his cock balls deep in my hole. He told me he was going to be here all evening letting other lads and men in and out to cum and go. He started to pound harder and I felt his cock swell up even more shooting streams of cum into me. “Two of my loads in you now – think you’re mine now”.

[think before following links] http://www.xvideos.com/video64343267/impregnable

About 10 minutes ago. Covid has been tough for all of us, me included. As a Covid nurse, i have tried to be responsible and do not frequent the places i did before. i do have some FB's though, and one young Latino muscle jock who texts me frequently. He is spontaneous and i am often at work and can't, but He never gives up, and i really love Him. He is so sweet. He texted me Monday, and i was at work, but let Him know i'd be off starting today. First thing this morning, He texts me, so i prep and tell Him i will be waiting as usual, on my bed ass up and door open. He always comes in, mounts and breeds me that way. This time, for some reason, He put a condom on... which He never has before. A few minutes, and it breaks, probably the elbow grease lube? idk, but He asks if i have another and i tell Him i would rather have His bare cock and take His load, He didn't hesitate and slid on in. It's been awhile for both of us, and He unloaded in me pretty quickly. He is quiet when He cums, i have to listen for it, it's a sweet sigh and He keeps fucking after. His load is in me now, i am reallllly happy.

I have been barebacked since my first time. I was pozzed at 19 and really never thought about anyone putting one on to breed me. I did consider it a few weeks ago however. I was at the video store and a really hung older guy wanted to play. When I grabbed his massive cock it was rough and had bumps. I can only assume what they were and I really don’t want them on my pussy so I considered asking him to wear a condom. Of course I didn’t and I let him fuck me bare and cum in me. It was the first time I have considered it though. I guess I now can say “never say never”. Lol

My Playroom—May, 2021 He was one of those guys who checked in on AssPig every few months. Evan had an uncanny ability to write me just as I was going into a project that cut my play time. I would explain what was up…and he’d try again, offering his ass during some other busy time. There was also geographical distance to be juggled. Then there was Covid. And my move. But by May all the stars aligned. From our profiles, we were pretty sure we’d be a good match. He showed up right on time. Evan is a little younger than I am, maybe 5’ 9” and thin and trim—with a shaved head. The ass looked great in his jeans—I couldn’t wait to see it naked. He went off to clean up after a long drive…and I took the lube down to the playroom… He’s naked and hot and is still slightly damp from the steam as we embrace. Evan drops to his knees and takes me into his mouth. I am easily erect. Evan manages to take most of me pretty effortlessly. I don’t spend long face fucking him as I can’t wait to taste his ass. “Get on the bench. I need your butt on my tongue.” He crawls up on it. I sink to my knees and bury my face in his warm, wet hole. My tongue darts into him and he clamps down on it. I pull it free and do it again. So does he. I get harder with each spasm of his ass. I spit and start pushing it in. His hole swallows it up. I rock back and look at his ass. My finger pokes a strand of stray spittle into him. Evan moans. “Give me your dick,” he murmurs. “Your raw dick…” I stand up. My cock head stretches his hole a little more—and I sink into place. He welcomes me with a hard squeeze. I hold. Then begin the slow drag back. Evan does a huge intake of breath. “Fuck!” I begin a slow fuck rhythm. “Yes!” I build to a hard fuck. Slow down. And do it again. Then I pull out and taste his hole. Oh, yeah…he is a self juicer. His ass is really wet with natural lube. I rim him deeper now. Then stand up and fuck. I grab the slender egg-headed toy. I grease it up and slide it in him…adding my cock just seconds later. Evan loves the stretch of the DP. I fuck him, doubled, for a long time—staring at myself in the mirror in front of us. I pull out and let him clean my cock—which he does, hungrily. I go back and pull the toy out and grease up my eight fingers. I do a lateral stretch. With very little work my left hand goes into him. Repeatedly. Both of us enjoying the moment his ass lips snap down on my wrist. We move to the sling. More fucking. Now fisting, with alternating hands. The hand that is not in him is stroking my drooling cock. I stand up. With my left hand still in him, I slide my cock down my wrist. It pushes through his engorged ass lips and is buried in my palm deep inside him. Evan is breathless—having watched it all in the mirror above him. He groans now as I begin moving my hand in his ass—jerking off in his guts. I pull out and do it again. I try it with the right hand inside him, but it is not as easy so I go back to the left. I move on and grab the big black butt plug. I grease it up. I work it into his inviting hole. He snaps his hole shut around the slender stem after the cone is deep inside. I am kneeling and love seeing the big black base filling his hole. I tap it. His body responds with a slight tremor. I pound on it with my fist. Evan groans out his pleasure as it seems to hit all the right spots inside him. I fuck him again. I grab the smallest chain and grease it. I work it into him link by link. “That is so heavy.” I smile, holding onto the last six links as I stand up. My cock is added, gliding over the hard, smooth links. “Damn…” he exhales. I fuck for a bit then pull it out link by link. Each link giving him a mini stretch. I fuck him. I move on to the speculum. He loves the cranking—and the prostate examination my lubed fingers give him. We break. I pull out the rimseat. “This is a first,” he tells me. “You want to?” “Yes!” I get under it and he sits. His ass is amazingly open—with the seat spreading him even more. My tongue goes deep. He squirms—wanting more. I eat his hole for a very long time—edging my dick all the while. We go back to the sling. Soon I have my fists back into him. We try for a double—but it doesn’t quite happen. A goal for another time. “Jerk off in me again.” His eyes are riveted to the mirror above him as my left hand pushes into him. My very red, very thick cock slides down my thin forearm—and into his hole. I curl my fingers around my cock, deep inside him. The slightest movement inside his ass is amplified for him. And there is the mind fuck we are both feeling. My hand is moving. Barely. But it must feel momentous for Evan. “Shoot in me.” My hand flicks over my over sensitive head. Once. Twice. And I explode. Covering my fingers. Covering the inside of his ass. My fingers working my load into him… The original post is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/jerking-off-deep-in-his-ass.html

Pre-covid, travelling abroad for work I used to try and stay the weekend wherever I was going and set something up. Had some great times in US, Europe and Japan. I am in the process of planning a tour of the West Midlands and NW UK. I want to visit Northwich Sauna for CumUnion and also take in Blackpool, Liverpool and Manchester.

So this morning, I was woken early for some reason, showered, douched, suited and booted headed off to my office, so early arriving about 6 -20am. Noone else in; just a cleaning guy who was doing the bins, back and forth, not really paid any attention to him. He came back, chatting away, whilst I was at my desk, sorting through emails, I noticed the bulge in his sweatpants, I could not decide if he was hard or big... This guy was ugly, rough and course, he had one tooth in the top of his mouth, big ears, grey hair, bushy sticking out of his overall top. Anyway, He noticed I was staring at his bulge, he then kept arranging himself and looking at me intensly, he leaned quite close to my face and sniffed me, said he liked my aftershave, I was so fucking turned on!!! He then had his hands in his sweats and said he was going to clean the Mens toilets on the 3rd floor, so he walked out the door with a look on his face. Seriously, I was debating what to do, i found myself going upstairs to the toilets, I was boned, this bloke was just not me in daylight. Walked in, he was stood at stones, cock out wanking, I stood next to him, he grinned, I i looked at his cock, nice and girthy, I touched it, it was hot, I wanked him, felt his balls, he pushed me to the floor, told me to suck him, here I am suited on my knees sucking the cleaners dick, so horny, he told me to wank my dick whilst he fucked my throat. Moved me into the cubicle, turned me round and pulled my trousers down, he rubbed my hole wet his finger and was pushing it in, he asked me if I took it up the arse... Yes.. he slapped his wet dick on my hole, bent down and tongued me, moaning what a cunt I was, after a couple of minutes he turned me round, told me to suck him I did, he cum in my mouth, holding my head deep into his bushy pubic hair. He then pulled his sweats up, told me he had to go as he had a school gate to open.. I so wanted to be fucked by him...

So the creative juices are weird. I never thought I’d have a continuation to this story, particularly one that has a darker tone, but here we are. As an FYI, there’s a decent amount of buildup before the fucking. ————— It had been six years since my encounter with the twink. The first six days I was panicked and avoided pretty much all human contact, assuming I was a dead man walking. I was educated and knew that wasn’t how HIV worked, but I was also a child who grew up in the 80’s where we thought if you touched a poz person, let alone slept with them unprotected, you sentenced yourself to a celibate life as you waited out your remaining years. Of course, as time wore on, rational thought won out over paranoia. I came to grips with what happened, swore off sex, even with my husband, until six months passed and I could get as accurately tested as possible. All the tests came back negative and I said a little thank you upstairs that I’d somehow escaped the bug after receiving two doses of potentially lethal, acute new infectious sperm. The first night I fucked my husband after my self imposed abstinence was wild. I’d never been one to be able to perform multiple times in a night, but somehow was able to get three loads deep into him as he begged for mercy by the end of our final fuck. Ours has always been a more emotional relationship, one where going months at a time without sex isn’t overly uncommon, but we make up for it when it happens. But now, it had been over a year. We both had our moments, random men on grindr or growlr, first names only in a phone and at the end of the day we always came home to each other, but we just never felt in that mood together at the same time. Trying to be discreet, every couple months, I’d run through my contacts, fondly remember someone who I’d cum inside of or who had donated their seed to my ass, then delete the contact, knowing it was a one off. But even after six years of not talking, there was one number I could never get rid of. His. The poz twink. The one who gave me the most excruciating painful pleasure my ass had ever known. The one who scared me to no end with his revelation. The one I could never speak to again. Or so I thought. I still don’t know why I tapped send message instead of delete contact. It was simple and harmless enough though; just Hi. His response caught me off guard, both from its speed and tone. “I always knew you’d come back fag. Guess you want me to take another shot at pozzing your hole. I’m assuming you’re still neg since you didn’t hit me up shortly after I bred you to tell me you’d converted and cry and bitch me out for it. I’m free tonight if you want it, your place or mine slut?” I was absolutely stunned. This couldn’t possibly be the same sweet, adorable, charming twink I’d talked with six years ago. This was a dark, evil monster, hell bent on passing on a disease. So why the fuck was I intensely hard? And why, two hours later, was I ringing his doorbell? We agreed to talk and catch up, not to fuck. This time I was at a decent apartment complex and not the cozy home of his I’d previously visited. He opened the door and smiled. That fucking smile that could disarm an entire nuclear arsenal. Any thoughts I may have had at being mad went away, but I kept my resolve and when he leaned in to greet me, his mouth slightly agape, I ducked to the side and gave him a peck on the cheek. We went in and I saw how he’d grown. No longer a twink as he sat down in his polo and shorts, but a man. A man capable of charming the pants off anyone. We talked. An hour passed. It was as easy and casual as it was the first time in the coffee shop. Eventually I had to ask, “So why the apartment? What happened to the house?” “Jeffrey and I split,” he said. Before I could offer apologies, he continued. “He had no problem with me being poz or even chasing for that matter, hell, he was. But I refused to go on meds and I feel that it’s my job to put the virus in as many men as much as I can. He said he still loved me and always would, but couldn’t be with someone who could be that callous and destructive with both my own health and others. Because he still loved me, he set me up with this condo, so I could be taken care of, but that our relationship was, from a couple sense, over. I saw him a couple times after that, drinks and all, fucked him a few others. Hell, I even shot in him twice two days before he passed on. It was cathartic for both of us.” “I’m sorry,” was all I could say. “Don’t be,” replied the twink. “He gave me four amazing years, saw me through my sexual awakening, and helped me become the Poz slut I am today. I owe him everything, that’s why I pass him on to as many men as I can. You’re special though,” he paused and trailed off. My mind was swimming with so many thoughts. I finally steeled my resolve and asked, “What makes you think I’ll let you fuck me tonight?” He laughed. “I basically told you I wanted to poz you when you texted me and you showed up anyway. You’re a chaser who doesn’t know it yet. I’m guessing you were hard as fuck when you read my message. Now, we can either get to it or you get the fuck out of my place so I can find a cute twink to breed.” I didn’t move. “That’s what I thought. You know, I blew you, rimmed you, and bred you six years ago. But you never sucked my cock.” He unbuckled his shorts and revealed the perfect hard dick. The one that gave me the most intense pleasure I’d ever had. “Get on your knees and get to work bitch.” I did as I was told. He made sure I knew what was happening this time. “Suck on that poz cock. Get it wet since that’s your only lube boy. Get me ready to infect your healthy body and make you mine.” After nearly five minutes of his cock never leaving my mouth, he said “bedroom, now. Strip and on your back.” I got up and started unbuttoning my pants even as I walked down the hall. In less than 30 seconds I was on my back with my legs up. He didn’t even take his pants fully off. Just spit and started steadily pressing inside me. There was the pain again. The exquisite pain. “I didn’t get to see your face last time. I want to look in your eyes as I infect you. I’ll make love to you later, but this fuck, this one right here with me raw in you, no lube, just spit, this is to give you HIV. You’re mine now faggot, so I hope you enjoy your last clean fuck.” His words chilled my body as he started to move in and out, slowly, but deliberately. Involuntarily I began to moan. He picked up on that quickly. “Your mind is saying this is wrong. I can see that in your eyes. Your body, the lust you have, the passion you’re taking me with, your body knows it’s right. Give in. It’s ok to say it.” I knew what he wanted. I wasn’t ready. He knew that too. “You’ll say it when the time is right.” His strokes grew increasingly quicker as he began to long pole me, nearly driving me into the headboard. “I’m close.” “Please,” I whimpered. “It’s time. Cum in me.” “You asked for it slut!” With that, a torrent of unmedicated poz cum gushed into me as we locked eyes. The intensity with which he bred me said it all. My mind accepted the fact that I was now his, I was now poz, and I wasn’t going back home.

I woke in a bit of a fog, unable to be sure what exactly happened last night and what I might have dreamt about. I felt Anthony stir behind me, his arm still draped across me and his cock hardening against my lower back. My hole felt a bit sore, and also full - then I remembered it still had the plug that had been inside me all weekend, whenever a cock or tongue wasn’t. My mind trailed back to all the various places we had fucked in the past days, all the ways Anthony had gotten inside my body and also inside my head. I recalled the increasing control he seemed to be able to exert over me, and the intensity of our verbal interplay. And that’s when I sat up with a jolt, “Oh fuck!” Anthony groaned and tried to pull me back down to the bed, but I was too freaked out. “Anthony, wake up. Wake up! Last night, you said something and I just want you to tell me it was part of the role playing we were doing. Tell me it was all a fantasy we were playing with.” “I could tell you what you want to hear, but it wouldn’t be the truth.” “But...but you told me you were shooting a poz load into me. How can that be possible? You assured me you were safe!” “I answered all of your questions honestly, Joey. I assure you, I have not lied to you once since I met you.” “But you said you and your husband had been together for years!” “Correct.” “And that you hadn’t been with anyone since you broke up 6 months ago!” “Also correct.” “So how is it possible for you to have HIV?” “Joey, you only asked if I had had sex outside our marriage. And I never did. But my husband, the cheating piece of shit, did. I found out when I had some routine bloodwork done for a physical exam. When the doctor told me I was positive, I was sure it was a mistake. But after another positive test, I rushed home to tell my husband, and that’s when he confessed that he’d been slutting around behind my back for the past year, allowing people he barely knew to bareback him, and didn’t have the courage to tell me. He begged me to forgive him, but I threw him out on the spot.” “Oh my god. I just...I can’t imagine.” “Like I told you, our breakup was pretty brutal on me. I took some time to process my new reality and give myself some space. And it dawned on me that I wasn’t as powerless as I felt. If I was willing to use my new power, I could perhaps do something to move forward rather than wallow in self pity. So after 6 months, I decided I was ready to get out there and do some damage.” Gulp. “Damage?” “Joey, I first saw you at the conference earlier this week. I really enjoyed your talk, and of course since I found you handsome, I took note of the ring on your finger. And then when I saw you in the bar, and I saw your ring finger looking rather naked, I knew it was time to make my move. A sexy, intelligent man such as yourself going out all alone with no wedding ring - exactly who I was seeking. So I picked you up. I told you the truth every step of the way, hoping against hope that I could get into your hole bareback and shoot my potent seed inside another cheating husband and teach you a lesson.” “Oh my god.” “So here we are. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve dumped in you, and they’ve stayed in there thanks to that butt plug, seeping into your walls. You’ve had high viral load semen in your battered rectum for a day and a half. Oh, I didn’t mention that I haven’t started on meds yet. So the cum I’ve been filling you with over and over again is super toxic. And a dirty cheater like you, Joey, has earned every last bit of the treatment you’ve received. Dirty boys like you deserve exactly what you get. You said it yourself!” My head was swimming. So much to take in. Not only had I actually cheated on my husband, something I’d fantasized about for so long but been too afraid to follow through on. I had trusted someone and let him bareback me - repeatedly. And more than that, I’d allowed myself to start to develop feelings for this man - he had infiltrated my mind in such a short period of time, I lost track of what was real and what was fantasy. I just knew that even now, after hearing this devastating news, after learning that the rough and passionate fucking and load after load filling my hole could very well have already given me HIV, I still found myself enraptured by this man. Anthony said, “Judging by the erection you’re sporting, I think it’s pretty clear what you want, whether you’re willing to accept it or not. Joey, I want to fuck you again and dump another load in you. But this time, you need to tell me exactly what you want. No hiding from it. No game playing. Be honest with yourself and with me and tell me what you desire.” “I can’t believe I’ve done what I’ve done.” “I can imagine. You betrayed your husband, your vows. You let a virtual stranger fuck you bareback. You took multiple loads over the course of a couple days. You became a cheater. But you liked it, didn’t you?” “I can’t deny it. I enjoyed it. I feel like something has shifted inside me.” He pulled me down onto the bed with him. “And you want more. Just admit it. You crave more cum in your hole. You want to be fucked again by a man who fucks you better than your husband. Tell me what you want, Joey.” “I want you inside me, Anthony. I can’t explain it, but I feel empty when you’re not in me. I crave you, I desire you in a way I haven’t wanted anything in a long time.” He rolled me on to my back and shifted between my legs. “And now you know all about me. You know what you’re getting when I insert my cock into you. I need you to tell me what that is, Joey. I need you to use your words and say what’s going to happen when I put my penis inside you.” “You’re going to fuck me. And you’re going to cum inside me.” “And?” He pulled the plug out of my hole, and rubbed the head of his cock against me. I could feel his precum smearing on my stretched pucker. “And that cum is going to seep into me, and infect me. You’re going to give me HIV.” “Tell me you want me to do that, Joey. Say it.” Feeling the pressure against my hole, wanting nothing more in this moment than to be penetrated by this man, to be full of him, hardly believing when I heard the words come out of my mouth. “I want you to convert me, Anthony. I want you to fuck your disease into me until I’m HIV-positive like you are.” That was all it took for him to slide into me balls deep. Holding steady, he grinned down at me and I could feel his cock throbbing and leaking deep in my guts. One brief moment of pause flashed across my face, thinking of my husband and what I was in the process of doing. Anthony saw and grabbed the little brown bottle, uncapping it and holding it under my nose. “Breathe, Joey. Inhale the fumes and let it go. Let it all go. Be here with me, in this moment. Just us, nothing else.” I inhaled deeply. Looking up into his eyes as he switched nostrils, I breathed as deeply as I could and felt myself open up more completely. His cock seemed to push even deeper into me, and I welcomed him. I wanted every bit of him to be inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, grabbed his head, and pulled him down on top of me, planting my lips on his and kissing him passionately. It felt like any inhibition I might have felt had melted away and all I wanted was to be filled, inhabited, possessed. Then he started to move inside me. Slowly at first, then increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. I felt things I’d never felt before, a deep satisfaction in what I was doing. Like every other fuck I’d ever experienced had been inferior compared to what was happening in this moment. Anthony surprised me when he pulled back, brought his left hand up, and wiggled his fingers to remind me he was still wearing my wedding ring. He grabbed my rock hard cock and used it to pull himself deeper inside me. Then he brought his hand to my mouth and shoved his ring finger in. I sucked it instinctively, running my tongue along the cold metal of my ring. He put two more fingers into my mouth and started to piston fuck my hole. Looking deep in each other’s eyes, I saw his demeanor shift to one of dominance and derision, in an instant. “Look at you, you pathetic cheating whore. Putting your fucking wedding ring on another man’s finger, begging that man to fuck you bareback when you know without question that he has a high viral load churning in his balls. Degrading and debasing yourself in any way you are told, all so you can ruin your fucking life forever!” I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, scratching his solid glutes. Desperate for more of him. “I’m gonna give you what you want. I’m gonna knock your ass up and infect you with my disease. After the pounding and all the loads you’ve taken this weekend, there’s no doubt you’re going to convert. Your bug chasing ass is going to carry my DNA forever, you cheating piece of shit! Take my toxic cum, faggot!!!” Anthony shot rope after rope deep inside me as I shot an incredible load all over my face and chest without touching myself. I couldn’t believe how much I shot, and then realized I could still feel him shooting into me. It was by far the most cum I’d ever felt inside me, and I squeezed my hole as tight as I could to get every last drop. He collapsed onto the bed as I reached for the plug and smiled, sliding it back home where it belonged. Anthony chuckled and reached for his phone. Unlocking it, he said, “What a whore. Remember before when you saw me on my phone? I got this txt all set and ready to go. Just need to hit send.” I saw the name of the group message on his phone was “Support Group buds” as I read the txt: “Weekend went exactly as planned. This cheating fucker is eager for more POZ loads. Party tonight at 8, bring poppers and lube. No condoms, obv.” “That’s a few guys from my HIV group. They know my whole story, and I told them what I wanted to do, and they offered to join in. All you have to do is hit send, Joey. It’s all up to you…”

Thought this story looked familiar. found another version of it from my bugshares archive. Andy was chatting on the internet, as usual, looking for a hot guy to fuck him, as usual! He is a tall, muscled, sexy and young, and never has any trouble finding hung dom men to fuck his ass. He loves to be the bottom, and loves to do it bareback. He has not caught the bug so far, mainly because he tries to hook up with guys who claim to be clean or “Neg” checking profiles on Craigslist or BBRT, and avoiding anyone with a poz status. But the supply of neg tops was limited, over time Andy found himself glancing at some of the ones with “Poz but undetectable” He started finding himself reading Poz porn and poz erotica, and a growing part of him knew it was only a matter of time before e took the ultimate risk. One night Andy came to a profile he had never noticed before. The guy was in his forties, much older than Andy, but he had a cock most guys would kill for. The guy, named Paul, had many pics in his profile of his cock, long fat and hard, sliding in and out of smooth young boy cunts, dripping with thick white cum. Even though Andy was a young hot guy, he secretly lusted after older, rougher looking men, and Paul was perfect! His body looked strong and masculine, like a solid built rugby or football player, and his eyes were deep and inviting as they stared out of the computer screen. Andy was just about to flick Paul a message, when he noticed something on the profile. It said "Full blown poz for 7 years". Not ‘undetectable’ or ‘on meds’ but Full Blown Poz. Andy didn’t know why, but he felt his cock twitch reading that. Andy had fantasized about being pozzed up before, but he always kept it just a fantasy. He sent a message to the guy saying "Hi" and "Nice Cock". The guy messaged back and they got really into it, chatting about how great it would feel to have a one on one bareback party for Andy tonight, and get him all loaded up with raw seed. After a while of pushing, Andy finally admitted that he had no intention of going through with it, that he loved life too much to let his sexual fantasy ruin it. He felt like he had let Paul down, that he’d never hear back from him. Andy then went and lay down on his bed, with his dildo, and started to slide it slowly up his ass. He sniffed some poppers and wanked off, until he was close to shooting his load. He could not get the image of Pauls cock out of his mind, and he imagined that Paul was fucking him then and there, with no condom, and pumping his ass full of cum. Something about that, the image of Paul’s Poz Pecker in his ass, blasting raw poz seed up his ass made him loose it. He blasted a huge load of cum all over his body, About an hour later, Andy went back to the computer and saw a new message from Paul. It said: “Hey, why don't you cum over, and we can have safe sex, it will be hot, there is no reason why we can't have some fun, if we are both sensible about it, I promise I won’t do anything your not comfortable with" Just reading it made his dick hard again. He fought with his better judgment for a while, but finally his now rampant hard-on got the better of him and he jumped in his car and headed over to Paul's house. When he got there he was struck by how masculine and relaxed Paul was, he was incredibly sexual and seemed to have an aura of masculinity around him. They kissed as they stood in the living room together, and Andy felt a kind of electric energy in the air. They went to the bedroom and in moments got undressed in front of each other, their eyes all over one-another's bodies. "So, is this the first time you have ever knowingly been naked with an HIV positive man?" Paul asked "Yeah it is" said Andy nervously, he was so excited about their bodies making first naked contact, he reached out and pulled Paul on top of him, and they kissed deeply, Paul's tongue going so far inside Andy's mouth that he felt as though he was being fucked already. Paul stopped kissing him and looked into his eyes, his 8" thick hard penis was digging into Andy's groin, he said "Feels good doesn't it?" “Yeah, it feels amazing" Andy replied. “It’s going to feel so much better, there’s nothing more intense than a Poz Pecker inside you.” They continued to kiss and Andy felt the full weight of Paul's now sweaty body on top of him, it felt like the best sensation in the world as Paul’s musky sweat dripped down on him. Paul looked down and grinned. “Your going to make such a good Poz Pig.” And spat in Andy’s mouth. Andy opened up and let the spit enter him, loving the feeling of it. They kissed again and again, cocks grinding against one another until at last Paul said "Come with me, it’s time we took things to the next step". He led Andy to the bathroom and made him kneel down. He put his hard penis at Andy's lips and held it there, letting Andy look at the huge 8inch long poz cock. After a few seconds Paul moaned and began to piss, a strong, hot, musky ******* of dark urine that went down Andy's throat. He swallowed it all down, his own cock hard as a rock with lust for Paul and the total domination being inflicted on him. After drinking all Paul's beautiful hot poz piss, they went back to the bedroom. “You like having my fluids inside you, don't you? My piss, my spit, my sweat?" "Yeah, I love it" said Andy. They rolled around on the bed and Paul began to mount Andy. "I'm not going to put my dick in you, not yet, don't worry, I'm just gonna press my cock head against your hole, so you know how great it feels to have a poz pecker touching your ass" Andy lifted his legs high and wide, and Paul pressed the huge head of his penis against the tight puckered neg ass before him. Toxic Pre-cum oozed from the hole at the tip of his penis, and he rubbed it into Andy's tight neg hole. Paul gave Andy a bottle of poppers and they both inhaled deeply. They kissed and Paul spat another large gob of spit into Andy's open mouth. "This feels so good, doesn't it" "Yeah I've never felt anything so amazing in my life!" Andy moaned as the raw, unprotected poz cock sawed deeper against his hole. "You know, if you are into barebacking, its only a matter of time until a guy will poz you up, you may as well do it on your own terms, and with a guy you really like" "I'm scared though, I don't want to feel sickness and pain" "Don't worry, after you convert, and get the fuck flu, you wont feel sick for years, and you can enjoy sex the way it was meant to be. You can become the sperm-slut you know you are, deep inside" Andy said nothing but just looked deep into Paul's eyes, as the head of Paul's death dick stayed firmly placed at his young neg boy-cunt. He felt his heart racing, like he was on the edge of a cliff and about to fall. "Your ass is so amazing Andy, you needt o give your ass up to cock, you know it. Just relax, give it to me, let me put the rest of my dirty, diseased Poz Pecker inside you Andy and all your fear will be gone." They sniffed some more poppers, and then Paul pressed a little harder on Andy's hole, and the pre-cum slicked it up so he could put the whole head inside at any second. Andy took another hit of poppers, and then they kissed deeply again. He had never felt so good, his whole body was tingling and he wanted to feel Paul's penis fucking him so much. “Man, your penis is so beautiful, I love it in me so much, I need it man. I wanna take your beautiful sperm inside me" he murmured, I’m just so scared. "Don’t be. I wanna take away your fear. I wanna put this whole thing in you, I wanna fuck you so hard, I want you to be a slave to my penis, to my seed, to my toxic DNA. I need to shoot my poz cum in you Andy, can i fuck you man?" They both took another hit of poppers. "Yeah, give me your cum, I need it" Andy opened his legs as wide as they would go, and lifted his ass up as high as he could, and Paul pushed himself down, so that Andy's legs were pressed back, and their faces met perfectly. Then it happened, Paul drove his huge hard toxic penis all the way into Andy, and their bodies connected together. "You're gonna have my cum inside you forever man, I'm gonna change your body, you're never gonna be the same again. Once I blow my load, my Diseased DNA is going to fucking wreck your hole! " He grunted as his cock slid in and out, harder with each thrust, all the way out then all the way in. Andy was trembling with lust, he had never experienced sex like this before, he had no idea his body was capable of such pleasure! They took deep hits of poppers, and Paul kept fucking him deep. "Oh God, man, I'm gonna destroy your body with my sperm, I'm gonna fuck you to death, you're going to be my cum slut now, you dirty piece of shit, you deserve my AIDS sperm boy! My Poz Pecker!" "Oh yeah, I need it, I'm worthless man, just fuck me up, poz me up, I need your HIV, I need your sperm so bad" said Andy, completely lost in the hotness of the fuck. No longer caring about pain or sickness, he felt like his brains were being fucked out of his head, that soon all that would be left of himself is an ending desire to Fuck! "Fuck man, I'm gonna cum, my sperm is gonna take over your body, give into it man, let it enter you, don't resist it. Here comes my seed slut! Take it! Take y my Dirty Poz AIDS Seed!!" The energy in the room was so intense, Andy could feel that something amazing was about to happen in his body, and that he should not try to stop it. They kissed again, long and hard, and then Paul began to cum. It felt like burning hot bullets of pure poison were being injected right into his body. He squirmed as his insides seemed to burn, then it become pure pleasure as the AIDS took over. "Oh man, wow, that was amazing!" Andy was stunned, but he remained horny, so Paul jerked him off, while his penis was still hard inside Andy. "This is your last neg load boy! You're never gonna be the same after tonight. Once you empty this load, your going to have nothing but MY toxic seed in you forever!" Andy was overcome with lust listening to Paul talking. He tried to hold off but it was all too much and he shot a huge load of sperm onto his stomach. Paul kept stroking him wanting to utterly drain and milk him of his neg seed. As Andy moaned from being so sensitive, Paul started to fuck his ass once again. After another ten minutes of fucking, the two reached another orgasm. Andy knew this time he had been drained of th last of his neg seed as Paul collapsed on top of him and they lay in each others arms and fell to sleep. A few weeks later Andy came down with the flu, and eventually he tested poz. He was now a pozzed up cum slut, on the prowl for a re-charge...

found this on a hard drive - NOT MY STORY Andy was chatting on the internet, as usual, looking for a hot guy to fuck him, as usual! He is a tall, sexy looking young guy with a nice body and a charming smile. Andy never has any trouble finding spunky men to fuck his ass. He loves to be the btm, and loves to do it bareback. He has not caught the bug so far, mainly, he thinks, because he always asks the men who are about to put their raw dicks inside him if they are "clean". So Andy read through the profiles that were on offer, and was drawn to one in particular. The guy was in his forties, much older than Andy, but he had the most beautiful penis Andy had ever seen. The guy, named Paul, had many pics in his profile of his cock, long fat and hard, sliding in and out of smooth young boy cunts, dripping with thick white cum. Even though Andy was a young hot guy, he secretly lusted after older, rougher looking men, and Paul was perfect! His body looked strong and masculine, like a solid built rugby player or something, and his eyes were deep and inviting as they stared out of the computer screen. Andy was just about to flick Paul a message, when he noticed something on the profile. It said "Full blown poz for 7 years". Andy had fantasize about being pozzed up before, but he always kept it just a fantasy. So he sent a message to the guy saying "Hi" and "Nice Cock". The guy messaged back and they got really into it, chatting about how great it would feel to have a one on one charge party for Andy tonight, and get him all loaded up with poz cum. After a while Paul asked for Andy's phone number and he admitted that he had no intention of going through with it, that he loved life too much to let his sexual fantasy ruin it! So they left it at that. Andy then went and lay down on his bed, with his dildo, and started to slide it slowly up his ass. He sniffed some poppers and wanked off, until he was close to shooting his load. He could not get the image of Pauls cock out of his mind, and he imagined that Paul was fucking him then and there, with no condom, and pumping his ass full of cum. Andy went back to the computer, without cumming, and started chatting to Paul again. Paul said "Hey, why don't you cum over, and we can have safe sex, it will be hot, there is no reason why we can't have some fun, if we are both sensible about it (-: "So Andy fought with his better judgment for a while, but finally his hard-on got the better of him and and he jumped in his car and headed over to Paul's house. When he got there he was struck by how masculine and relaxed Paul was, he was a really sexy guy! They kissed as they stood in the living room together, and Andy felt a kind of electric energy in the air. They went to the bedroom and got undressed in front of each other, their eyes all over one-another's bodies. "So, is this the first time you have ever knowingly been naked with an HIV positive man?" Paul asked "Yeah it is" said Andy nervously, he was so excited about their bodies making first naked contact, he reached out and pulled Paul on top of him, and they kissed deeply, Paul's tongue going so far inside Andy's mouth that he felt as though he was being fucked already. Paul stopped kissing him and looked into his eyes, his 8" thick hard penis was digging into Andy's groin, he said "Feels good doesn't it?" Yeah, it feels amazing" Andy replied. They continued to kiss and Andy felt the full weight of Paul's body on top of him, it felt like the best sensation in the world. Paul worked up a huge gob of spit in his mouth and slowly let it fall into Andy's mouth. Andy opened his mouth and let the spit enter him, loving the feeling of it. They kissed again, and then Paul said "Come with me". He led Andy to the bathroom and made him kneel down. He put his hard penis at Andy's lips, and began to piss, a strong stream of piss that went down Andy's throat. He swallowed it all down, his own cock hard as a rock with lust for Paul. After drinking all Paul's beautiful hot piss, they went back to the bedroom. You like having me inside you, don't you? My piss, my spit?" "Yeah, I love it" said Andy. They rolled around on the bed and Paul began to mount Andy. "I'm not going to put my dick in you, don't worry, I'm just gonna press my cock head against your hole, so you know how great it feels to have a poz cock touching your ass" Andy lifted his legs high and wide, and Paul pressed the huge head of his penis against the tight asshole before him. Pre-cum oozed from the hole at the tip of his penis, and he rubbed it into Andy's tight hole. Paul gave Andy a bottle of poppers and they both inhaled deeply. They kissed and Paul spat another large gob of spit into Andy's open mouth. "This feels so good, doesn't it" "Yeah I've never felt anything so amazing in my life" "You know, if you are into barebacking, its only a matter of time until a guy will poz you up, you may as well do it on your own terms, and with a guy you really like" "I'm scared though, I don't want to feel sickness and pain" "Don't worry, after you convert, and get the fuck flu, you wont feel sick for years, and you can enjoy sex the way it was meant to be. You can become the sperm-slut you know you are, deep inside" Andy looked deep into Paul's eyes, as the head of Paul's penis stayed firmly placed at his boy-cunt. "Oh man, I want to put the rest of my cock head inside you Andy" They sniffed some more poppers, and then Paul pressed a little harder on Andy's hole, and the pre-cum slicked it up so he could put the whole head inside. Andy took another hit of poppers, and then they kissed deeply again. He had never felt so good, his whole body was tingling and he wanted to feel Paul's penis fucking him so much. "Man, your penis is so beautiful, I love it in me so much, I need it man. I wanna take your beautiful sperm inside me" he murmured. "Oh yeah, I wanna put the whole thing in you, I wanna fuck you so hard, I want you to be a slave to my penis, to my sperm. I need to shoot my poz cum in you Andy, can i fuck you man?" They both took another hit of poppers and then Andy said "Yeah, give me your cum, I need it" Andy opened his legs as wide as they would go, and lifted his ass up as high as he could, and Paul pushed himself down, so that Andy's legs were pressed back, and their faces met perfectly. Then it happened, Paul drove his huge hard penis all the way into Andy, and their bodies connected together. "You're gonna have my cum inside you forever man, I'm gonna change your body, you're never gonna be the same again" His cock slid in and out, sometimes all the way out, then all the way in. Andy was trembling with lust, he had never experienced sex like this before, he had no idea his body was capable of such pleasure! The took deep hits of poppers, and Paul kept fucking him deep. "Oh God, man, I'm gonna destroy your body with my sperm, I'm gonna fuck you to death, you're my cum slut now, your a dirty piece of shit, you deserve my AIDS sperm boy" "Oh yeah, I need it, I'm worthless man, just fuck me up, poz me up, I need your HIV, I need your sperm so bad" said Andy, completely lost in the hotness of the fuck. "Fuck man, I'm gonna cum, my sperm is gonna take over your body, give into it man, let it enter you, don't resist it" "Oh man, Oh yeah, fuck man, give it to me, fuck me up man!" The energy in the room was so intense, Andy could feel that something amazing was about to happen in his body, and that he should not try to stop it. They kissed again, long and hard, and then Paul began to cum. He fucked into Andy hard and fast, and deep, and then shot his load of thick white sperm right into Andy's open hungry ass hole. "Oh man, wow, that was amazing!" Andy was stunned, but he remained horny, so Paul jerked him off, while his penis was still hard inside Andy. "This is your last neg load boy! You're never gonna be the same after tonight" Andy was overcome with lust and he shot a huge load of sperm onto his stomach. Paul collapsed on top of him and they lay in each others arms and fell to sleep. A few weeks later Andy came down with the flu, and eventually he tested poz. He was now a pozzed up cum slut, on the prowl for a re-charge...

I was on my way home from work yesterday when Jony called. Although I do not get to see him a lot, he is one hot fucking top. I met him before I started chasing, but we did not fuck until he was sure I was chasing. He is drop dead gorgeous, in my book. A native of the Caribbean, he has that mixed race skin tone that was born during sex between the French and African workers. He is also blessed with a great cock...8 inches, big in diameter, but not too big. The real bonus is that it has that perfect curve that will ensure a prostrate will be well massaged by the time he blasts his load. He is also one of those guys who seems to "improve" after using T.....he has fucked me for well over an hour--only stopping for arranging a new position. He knows how to use his long, lean frame to gain great leverage. Bottom line, he is a great fucker. Still, he lives some distance and we have some age difference, so we just don't get together often enough. When I heard that beautiful accent on the phone, my ass started throbbing. He was in my general area, with a cousin. The cousin was stranded due to the Hurricane, so they came to Asheville for a weekend of fun. Henri, the cousin, had been in the US for a couple weeks and had been enjoying the opportunity to fuck some white ass. But, they were out of weed and need some. My heart kind of dropped, they were gonna play, but looked like I was just a connection. Oh well, WTF. I told them to come on over. I had just picked up some really nice local stuff. Certainly not the most potent, but really nice smoke. Good, chilling' relaxin' smoke. An hour later they were at my door. Damn! Jony was looking so fucking fine. I know I often talk of any cock any time....looks and crap do not matter. But shit, he is just SOOOO good looking. Henri was not slouch. Not as tall, not as buff, but a beautiful almost black skin tone, hair in dreds and some great tats. I got the weed and handed them a pretty good baggieful. Henri suggest perhaps we sample it. I was not asking for cash, so that was a sign he wanted to hang a bit...I thought. I got out my biggest bong...freshly cleaned and sparkling. They both lit up with they saw it...it is a great instrument for getting high quickly. I let Jony do the honors of packing a bowl and Henri took that first puff. A strong session of repeated puff puff pass quickly started. With very little talk, we just enjoyed that gentle dragon relax us. A couple bowls later, we slowed a bit and drifted into conversation. No doubt, Irma was the biggest topic. Although it looks like Henri's home was spared, transportation was not available. We talked about being queer in our respective cultures. Bashed Trump with glee. After another bowl or two, Henri asked for a pipe. I got him one but he waved it away. Then I saw why. He had an 8-ball of T in his hand and was ready to make some clouds. Hmmmm....maybe there would be some Island dick in my ass after all. I went to the other room and got my T supplies, proper pipe(s) a good torch and some points and all the other trappings of dancing with Lady T. With experienced hands, Henri fired off the first round of that dreamy white smoke. After we passed the pipe a second time, it was clear we were all "getting there". In fact, almost as if commanded to do so, we all stripped our shirts off, the warmth of that good lady starting to make itself known. Hell, I was ready for anything and offered to set up some points. Hearing no objections, I measured out three .4 and started to dissolve the crystals. This was some decent stuff, nice crystals, smelled right, tasted right.....if it was cut, was not cut much. I filled the point (a fresh one) and put it on the try. I figured one of them would pick it up and find the mark. Never one to turn down a needle, Jony quickly was depressing the plunger. It is so hot watching someone do that--and then watching them move into the T-zone. A couple small coughs told me that Jony was THERE. I repeated the prep and handed the rig to Henri. He was just as accomplished with the syringe as he was with the pipe. He easily raised a vein, got the red signal that all was good and soon had a dose coursing in his veins. The heat was obvious, his black skin was glistening almost as soon as he laid the rig back on the tray. I followed suit as quickly as possible and my own cough announced we were all flying on T. Like so many times, a little T turns lips loose. The conversation was animated and wide ranging. But very soon it turned to fucking. Again, without any real discussion we were all nude and my visitors were both sporting amazing hard-ons. I knew what the expect from Jony. It was a real pleasure to see Henri was swinging some great meat as well. Longer, thinner and no curve to speak of, it still had a massive head, decorated with a single 0 Prince Albert. A PLUS sign tattoo at it's based, confirmed what I expected, Henri was POZ like his cousin. I sucked both of those brown beauties for a while, and both went to hardened steel status with little encouragement. The Tina was making my ass throb. I needed FUCKED and fucked hard. I backed put to Henri and he worked a bit to get his tip in the right spot. But once he got settled, he drove that long pole balls deep in one smooth thrust. It was just painful enough to enjoy, knowing I had a great cock starting to pound my ass. Not to be left out, Jony offered that curved dick to my still hungry lips. With a little work, we were soon in a great rhythm---with me getting spit-roasted between two BBC. I am not sure it can get much better than that: great cock, great guys, great T, good weed. I lost track of time as we fucked, sucked, changed positions and fucked some more. It was almost an hour after that first prick of a needle, that I noticed the time. I had had one of those rods in my ass nearly that whole time. I figured we were getting close to pay off. I wanted their cum and I wanted it in my ass. I told them as much and it was clear they agreed. Within a half hour, both of them had delivered a great load. A three way is always great...especially if I am getting all the dick. This one was quite amazing. I got up from the bed and inserted an ass plug to preserve the POZ pleasure in my ass. We collapsed on the bed and continued talking. Now, a bit more quiet, but just good conversation. Three POZ queers, sharing drugs, cock and cum, we were all content in the moment. Jony and I know the circumstance of each other's POZZING. I was a chaser, he was a sex worker in Miami for a number of year. We compared notes about our "conquests" as tops. I had just confirmed my number 4, Jony knows of several, but quite likely there are more. Jony urged Henri to tell his story. Reluctant at first, another round of needle pricks loosened him up. He did not start queering until he was in the military. He was raped, but realized it was great sex. Soon, he was a confirmed homo. Sill he was a bit restricted due to his duties as a military policeman. In 2012, he was sent to Cuba as an Embassy guard. His deployment was for 12 months and he learned to enjoy what Havana had to offer during that time. Although he was a native French speaker, he had learned Spanish as well. His color, features and Spanish skills allowed him to frequent the largely underground gay world of Cuba. It was only during a physical exam as he was separating from the military, that he learned that one of those Cuban cocks had infected his ass. He had a lifetime souvenir from his golden days on that island. He then got quiet and much more serious. He indicated that he was ok with being POZ and recognized it was a "by-product" of his sexual desires. But just as he was fully accepting his status, he got hit with another bombshell. He had been infected with the CRF19 strain that was something of an issue. Hard to treat, short time (3-5 years) from infection to full blown AIDS, Henri was carrying one of the most lethal bugs. He nearly whispered as he stated that while he was on medication, it was largely ineffective. Not only was he "detectable" but his CD4 number was now in the low 30's---he had progressed to AIDS. SON-OF-A-FUCKING-MOTHER FUCKING-BITCH. I know had that deadly cum in my ass. My rational brain keep trying to tell me that getting a second infection is rare. But, my active brain was starting to go ape-shit. But, the more we talked, the more I started processing it. I was almost shocked when I heard what must have been my voice asking for more. I sucked him back to life, Jony pulled out my plug and Henri went back to work. A half hour or so later, my ass plug was holding in my second exposure to CRF19. By the time they left this morning, I had one more. Jony deposited his brand of toxicity again as well. I do not believe I would have consented, had I known up front. But after the fact, that was one erotic fuck session. When I was begging for that second load, once I knew what it contained, I begged and pleaded like I never have before. Something in my very soul was driving me to accept that fucked up cum and bug into my ass. What the hell would you have done?

Becoming a Poz Fuck Slave (Part 1) Shortly after my 19th birthday, I had just gotten dumped by my boyfriend of 3 years after he caught me cheating on him with two of his teammates from the lacrosse team, taking one cock in my hole and the other down my throat. He had been the only guy I’d ever had sex with (up until the lacrosse boys) and while we used condoms for the first month or so, we eventually said fuck it and started going bareback exclusively, and once I had experienced the glories of bareback sex, I couldn’t go back to using condoms. Even the sex with the lacrosse boys was all bare. I was fully aware of the risks of bareback sex and I had no desire at all to become poz, but I figured that since I was a smart kid I could just know who not to get fucked by. The poz ones should be obvious right? In hopes of getting away from the now-ex, I decided to get a new job and move to the city near the town I grew up in and just start fresh. I moved into the extra bedroom of an old high school friend of mine who’d moved to the city a few years ago and got myself situated into my new job and my new life. Over the next few months, I went on a couple dates and also hit up some of the clubs and had a few one night stands here and there (all bare of course), and was slowly coming to the conclusion that I found the random sex much more satisfying than the emotional aspects of the dates I was going on. One day, I was cruising through the craigslist ads when one caught my eye: Master seeking new fucktoy - 30 Greetings boy. I’m in the market for a new fucktoy after my last one moved away to a new city. You will submit to me completely and be my willing slave and will do anything I command of you. If you are inexperienced, that’s fine, I will train you in the proper way to serve and submit to me. But this is not some one time thing where you leave whenever you want. When you submit to being my slave, you will be mine until I determine that you may go. If you’re ready and willing to totally submit yourself to me, then reply with an email with “Fuck Slave Application” in the subject line and include your age, stats, pics (both face and nude, making sure to show every part of you including your cock, ass, and hole), any experience you have, and your HIV status. Following all these instructions to the letter is very important and will indicate whether or not you are ready to serve me. Attached to the post were several pictures of this amazingly hot guy. He was white, tall, probably around 6’, had a muscular build, dark brown hair, and while the pics didn’t show his cock, the bulge in his underwear was sizable. I finished reading the ad and staring at the pictures and realized that my cock was hard as a rock and that I had started rubbing my crotch without even realizing it. Fuck this guy was hot and that ad was amazing. I had almost no experience with anything like this, but I knew that I had to reply to this ad. Something in my gut told me that it was what I needed to do, so I sent him an email following all his instructions to the letter, mentioned that I had no experience outside of being handcuffed once while being fucked by my ex, proudly mentioned my neg status, and included the best pics I could find of my tight bubble butt, my slim frame, and my 7 inch uncut cock. He only took about 15 minutes to reply: “Greetings boy. You’ve shown promise so far by following all of my instructions exactly. Are you truly ready to submit to me? You must be willing to obey me always and never question my commands. You will be a lesser being, undeserving of many of the rights and privileges to which you may have become accustomed. You will have some leeway during your training, since you are inexperienced, but once your training is complete all infractions and disobedience will be met with swift and severe punishment. Can you handle this boy?” I couldn’t believe it. Despite how extreme it all sounded, something in me knew that this was my place in life. This is what I was meant to do. So I replied saying that it was exactly what I wanted and asked how things would proceed from here. This was his reply: “From this moment forward you are now my slave-in-training. You will continue with whatever living arrangements you have for now, but ultimately you will become my live-in slave. You no longer have a name when in my presence or the presence of those I may share you with. You will simply be referred to as slave, or any other title I deem appropriate. I am Master Steve, but you will only refer to me as sir or master. In my home, slaves are not worthy of clothing, so as soon as you enter you will immediately strip off all of your clothing and will put on a collar I provide for you. Until you are naked you may not address or even look at me. You will come to my house at the address below this evening. You will knock on my door at precisely 8pm and you will be in my custody until noon tomorrow. DO NOT be late, slave, or you will be punished.” I got very excited at all of this until I looked at the clock and realized that 8pm was only 30 minutes away and his address put him at a 25 minute drive! Not even having time to shower I threw on my shoes and ran out the door. To be continued.... (Part 2: Slave’s First Visit)

I can't believe what just happened. I mean, yeah, I barebacked as a general rule, but I always asked guys their status and only took neg seed. Who would lie about that anyway?? Besides he was so young and innocent and we were only going to meet for coffee. I guess you want some more details. I'm your average guy, kinda husky, but pull it off well. At 37 I'm that perfect age where young college guys look at me as a daddy but older guys look at me as someone who can be a successful son. He was 22. We met on an app for bears and their admirers. 5'7", 140, cute as a button and charming as fuck. We hit it off right away, chatted about everything including the fact that he was in an open relationship with a man more than twice his age. It just sucked he wasn't in my local area. So of course as fate would have it, I needed to travel for work one Saturday. Just a one off thing, home that night, but a trip that would bring me within 30 miles of my crush. I quickly told him and he squeaked in delight as we made plans to meet at a local coffee house. His bf would drop him off, but he asked if I would bring him home as the bf worked the night shift. The conversation was flowing as easily in person as it was online. He was as charming and my gosh that smile! I didn't realize that three hours had passed as quickly as it did. We piled into my car and drive the 10 minutes back to his place. Being a gentleman, I walked him to the door. As he opened it, I turned to say goodnight when he grabbed my shirt and yanked me inside. He pushed me against the wall and dropped to his knees. I didn't think it possible to get someone's pants off as quickly as he did, but less than 30 seconds after the door closed I was fully hard and 7" deep in his throat. After two minutes he finally came up for air and kissed me. "I just had to taste it," he said, flashing that smile. "What happened to just friends," I asked. He looked directly in my eyes as he unbuckled his pants. "We can be friends tomorrow. Tonight I'm cumming deep inside you." There was no more to say. He took my hand and led me upstairs. When we got to the bedroom, we undressed the rest of the way and he gently, but firmly guided me onto the bed on my stomach. After a stinging slap on my right cheek, he voraciously dove tongue first into my hole. The sheer sensation of this eager twink rimming me was unbelievable as he loosened my entryway while giving that perfect little extra sensation of being eaten out by someone with a well groomed goatee. After 10 minutes of that treatment, I audibly whimpered disappointment when he unlatched from my back side. He chuckled mildly, "Don't worry, it won't be empty long." He reached for the lube that was already out on the nightstand and prepared the 8" log swinging between his legs. The pain was intense as he pushed forward. Normally it's easier for me if a guy pokes at it and eventually the head pops in, but this was his show and as much as he had made me feel good in foreplay, I knew I was there strictly to be a cum receptacle. He stopped to let me adjust only when I felt his hips on me. "You ready," he asked. All I could do was nod into the pillow. With my tacit acceptance, he started his assault on my insides. The kid was good, hitting all the right places. My moans only encouraged him as he went nonstop for eight minutes before I heard him change his breathing. "I'm not pulling out," he said. 10 seconds later I could feel the first shot of his DNA lining my ass, followed by six more volleys. He collapsed on top of me as I felt his orgasm subside. It was my turn to show him what I could do as I flexed my ass. He jerked as I milked the final drops of his orgasm out of him. He laid there for a few minutes, getting soft. I was about to ask if I could get up, when he started to stir a bit. The movement allowed him to reharden as he began to fuck me again, slower and in more of a lovemaking way. We continued this for a solid 15 minutes before the telltale change in his breathing happened. I looked back at him and he just nodded as he deposited another load in his new sperm bank. After a minute he pulled out and kissed me tenderly. The lad was too too to be true. As we gathered our things, I noted a picture on the dresser. It was my stud, posed, crouched on his knees with eight men, four on each side, naked, surrounding him. I asked him what that scene was. "Oh, that was my conversion party," he casually remarked. "Jeffrey, my daddy, set it up for me. This was actually my first post diagnosis fuck. Just got past the flu earlier this week. Doc gave me some meds, but I haven't started them yet." I quickly became enraged, "You told me you were neg, asshole!" "I was when we first talked and we discussed it," he fired back. "That was a week after we chatted the first time. Best birthday present of my life." So there it was. I had two highly toxic loads beginning to penetrate my system. As I came to grips with that fact, another thought came into my head. What was I going to tell my husband?

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I went through a period in the early 90s when because of the AIDS business a condom was mandatory. Now I wouldn't let any man anywhere near me if he was wearing a condom.

I follow a guy on Twitter and he follows me back. He is a bartender and last week he tweeted a short clip about him playing with his ass with analbeads behind the counter. He wrote that how he missed a cock. And it should have been replaced. I wrote him offering my cock. Yesterday I visited him right after the place closed at 2 am. The door was open. I stepped in and he appeared. Please turn the key on, he said smiling. I went closer to him. He wore a black open sided tank top, which let his tattooed side visible. This made me extremely horny. we started to kissing and as I smeared his side, felt the piercinges in his both nipples. I started to play them. And I continued my tour with sucking them. I slipped my hand behind his pants and felt that he wore a jockstrap. I was getting more excited. My fingers found his hole. He turned back, bent on the counter putting his left leg on. I knew that he could die for being rimmed. And I love to eat ass. So did it. He was moaning and it was obvious that he enjoyed my rimjob. It’s needless to say that his smooth ass in his jockstrap was amazing but I wanted it fully bare. I pulled it out and continued my play. Then he went to the window where was in a niche. I suppose that guests can sit there. So, he kneeled on there. I put some lube on my cock and in his hole, gave him my poppers and pushed my cock in. It was morning, only one or to people were on the street going home from parties whatever. However, it was exciting to fuck almost literally on the street. I don’t remember why but we interrupted the fuck and went back behind the counter and I gave him there a real raw fuck. He was moaning and his hand beating his cock even faster. Once he said that he was close. I asked him to shoot into my mouth. Fuck, he had a really tasty, creamy and huge amount of jizm. I didn’t swallow it immediately but started to kiss him with his jizm in my mouth. It took me close too. A quick sniff of my poppers and continued kissing while I was jerking. I shot on his stomach and chest. We agreed in that we had to repeat this.

I’d take your number 😈

Last night with my boy, Drew and my buddy, Steve. After an hour of ass eating and cocksucking, Drew lay on the bed face down. I mounted him and went balls deep up my boy's hole. Steve mounted me and ripped my hole wide open. He's got a massive cock and he's a ruff cocksman. He pounded my hard which made me thrust into Drew. I shot first and had to endure at least 10 more minutes of Steve wrecking my hole. He finally creamed my ass and rolled off. Drew got on top of me and shoved his cock up my gaping asshiole. He fucked me and mixed his sperm with Steve's. I fukkin luv being a cum hole for those two

I was 14 and my friend's dad had been training me to suck his cock and lick his balls but he'd always pulled out and shot his load over my chest. One day when I was sucking him he said "I want you to swallow my load boy" I couldn't reply cuz my mouth was full of his cock. He held my head grunted and pumped his seed in my mouth and down my throat. I was choking on his thick salty sperm but he kept cumming. He kept his cock in my mouth until I swallowed every drop. After hat I swallowed all his loads - until he moved on to my ass.

Damn. I want a recharge!

Some things on my blog for everyone to love. Not sure if there are any condoms, but I apologize if there are. Hit me up if you wanna reenact in real life. [think before following links] https://heresdan.newtumbl.com

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Fuck, great story so far! Can't wait for more!!

I’d like to give it a try, test my endurance and commitment to being a cumdump. Just not sure about the being beaten part. I can handle being slapped around and a few bruises but would like to keep all my teeth. The closest I have come is hunched over a fuck bench waiting for anonymous loads when someone starting spanking me. I put up with it for a while but he kept going and it really hurt. If I had known for sure he was going to fuck and load me I would have put up with it. Rule for tops, beating and breeding is not an either or situation. If you are going to slap my ass I better be getting some dick out of it. 🤕

I couldn’t get my head around exactly what Daniel had just said, my confusion came from the fact that I wanted it, I really wanted him to come fuck me, why would I want that? I just saw him fuck Helen in her arse and he had promised the same to me, after last night with George I thought I would never again want a cock in my arse, but already I was looking forward to getting Daniels cock inside me. Tracy put her head around the door, “Hey fagboi, I’m leaving see you soon” and she blew me a kiss, Peter then came in with a small clutch type bag and a small bottle of water, he withdrew some tablets which he told me where vitamins, and an injection for my arse which he told me where different vitamins. Then he said, “Do you feel up to going out? I have some deliveries to make, you can just sit in the car if you want” “Ok” I got up and got dressed, I didn’t even look for boxer shorts, I just automatically put on a pair of panties, (light blue and crotchless), jeans socks tee-shirt and then when Peter was ready he led us out to his car. We drove to a rougher part of town, not the worse but definitely somewhere I had avoided in the past. We pulled up at the curb close to where two women were standing, one dressed in thigh high boots, dark fishnet stockings (hold ups), and a black mini dress with her boobs pushing the material to its structural limit, she had huge tits, her friend wore white high heels white stockings, suspender belt showing just below her blue micro mini skirt and a light blue tee shirt cropped so that her boobs where almost visible below where it had been cut, both women wore a lot of makeup and where smoking. Light blue top lady came over to the car and Peter lowered the window on my side as it was closest to the curb. She bent down and peered in and said “Hi Peter how are you?” “Hi Foxy, I’m fine, doing any business?” “Carla just left with one of her regulars” “Cool, anyway, Tracy wanted me to pass out these favours to you guys, keep up the good work” and he handed over a package concealed in his hand “Ok thanks” “No problem, see you guys……….oh hey, shouldn’t one of you be at that party with Helen tonight?” “Helen? The new girl? No, Daniel said they only asked for one and it would be a nice steep learning curve for her, lol,” “Ok, well see you soon” “Bye” We drove no more than a block and hell, it was actually just several yards, and we stopped again, this time two more ladies where chatting and both where dressed in high heels, both had on stockings, one dark the other white, both had on micro miniskirts one black one white and both had on white cropped tee shirts and lots of make-up, though neither had the large tits of the other two ladies. The one in the white miniskirt walked over to the car, the window on my side was already down, she looked at us both and straight away said “Oh, hey how you doing? I heard you might be joining us, you don’t remember me do you” “No, I don’t know you, we have never met, what do you mean joining you?” “Wrong one”, said Peter as he looked daggers at the girl leaning in the car, “you’re thinking of the other new girl” Oh yeah sorry, stupid of me, I am so stupid at times……………anyway, of course you know me we were at school together, I’m Terri Stone, used to be Terry with a Y now its Terri with an I” I racked my brain, Terry Stone was a boy that was in my class, I hadn’t seen him in ages, I looked at this girl and it slowly dawned on me, this was the same person. No, it can’t be, this girl although a little haggard looking was definitely not a guy, I obviously looked disbelieving and said as much, “Terry Stone is a guy” “Oh Honey, take a look” As Terri took a step back from the car and lifted her mini skirt there before me was a completely shaven and very pretty cock and balls. “Hey Terri”, said Peter, “Tracy sent a gift for all your hard work” Peter handed another package across, Terri dropped her skirt and reached in and took the gift, “Thanks Peter, you guys take care now, come back and visit soon” “We will” said Peter, “in the meantime, keep spreading the love, Now, just one more stop to make” We drove for a short while in silence, I could not get Terri Stone out of my head, she looked hard, but also sexy, she looked like a woman, in fact I could only think of her as a she. We pulled into a carpark behind a late supermarket, and not long after a police car also pulled up, they stopped so close to our car that they wouldn’t have to get out, inside I could see a police man aged about I would think mid 30’s and a police woman maybe 10 years younger, Peter wound down his window and the passenger of the police car, the man, wound down his, and Peter without a word passed a package over, something larger than the last two he had handed over. The policeman seemed to be checking me out, and said something to the driver, she leaned past him and checked me out too, “I’m guessing new meat?” said the policeman, “wouldn’t want to pick her up accidentally……………. anyway, thanks, see you next week” The police car left and that was my trip out coming to a close, a further insight in to the business my sister was in charge of. Peter drove me back to his place and dropped me off with a key, he had to go to work, I of course thanks to my sister was unemployed and so had nothing to do with my time except wait for Peter to come home, as I had the whole evening to myself and nothing to do I walked to my own house intending to get some books or my laptop. The lights where off downstairs but burning brightly upstairs, so I went straight in and climbed the stairs, my sister came to the landing wearing just a tee shirt again, as I looked up I could see her sex, she could see me looking and didn’t bother to cover herself, “Oh, hi fagboi, I thought I heard the front door, what are you doing here?” “I just came to get some things to do at Peters” “OK well dads out, not back till tomorrow evening…………….. How are you feeling now?” “Still sore, my throat still hurts and so does………………” “Don’t worry, you will be better in a couple of days, we will have to see if we can arrange for a party for you next week,” With that she turned away, all the while we had been talking I could hear the sounds of sex going on, grunting, moaning, flesh on flesh, a man’s voice saying “Oh yeah, you are so fucking tight,” Hang about, if Tracy is talking to me, and Helen is at a party then who is that?, I climb to the top of the stairs and see my sister in her room on her bed, naked now with her boyfriend Jon but the noises are coming from my mother’s room, the door is slightly ajar so I push it open the rest of the way and as I stand there, I realise I am not even shocked anymore, my mother naked, face down on the bed, a couple of pillows under her hips and ploughing into her from behind is Daniel, I am guessing he is fucking her arse and it is confirmed for me as he says, “Oh fuck yes nice and tight, I bet you have never been fucked in the arse before?” My mother can only grunt in response, I stand there staring and Daniel notices me, he puts his head close to my mother’s ear and says something, she turns her head to stare at me, but it is a glassy eyed stare, clearly she does not know who I am or even where she is, I realise my sister is at my side, still naked, “Yeah, moms a little drunk and well to be honest as high as a fucking kite, lol” “What did you do to her?” “Oh Daniel gave her a little drink, then he gave her something stronger” “Dads gonna kill you” “No one’s going to tell him” I stood there watching, my sister stood with me for a while, even Jon came and stood at the doorway, the three of us watching my mother getting fucked in her arse, groaning and grunting in such a way it reminded me of a pig and I was fascinated, I would be a liar if I said I wasn’t, I know watching your mother have sex is pretty sick, but I was so turned on, my sister had evidently seen plenty of scenes like this as she wandered back to her room taking jon with her and I stood there with my cock rock hard, I didn’t consider myself sick or a [banned word], after all, after everything I had been through and the amount of sex I had been involved in or witnessed recently, morality was so far in the distance, it didn’t matter anymore. Daniel withdrew from my mother then he pulled on his cock gasping leaning his head back and shot his load on her arse, he was still cumming as he pushed the head of his cock back inside her, he scraped some of his cum off her bum, smeared it on her arsehole then pushed it in with his cock, giving a few more deep strokes, he lay on her for a short while and I stood not even realising that I had dropped my jeans to the floor and I was standing in a pair of light blue crotchless panties, my cock and balls shaven, stroking my cock, I hardly noticed Daniel get off my mother but I did hear him say, “Get on your knees and suck it clean slut” He was stood in front of me, he put his hand on my shoulder and I went to my knees willingly, taking his beautiful cock in my hand, covered in cum precum my mother’s juices and traces of her blood and as disgusting as it sounds even a little shit, but I was mesmerised and took it into my mouth and sucked and licked and cleaned it for him, tasting both him and my own mother on him. He turned and walked away towards my sisters room, I stood, and reached for my own cock once more, I walked into my mother’s room and looked at the mess on her arse, I used my left hand to spread her cheek so I could see her bruised and battered shit hole, she looked over her shoulder at me but not really seeing me and I stroked my cock till I came, shooting spurts onto her back and onto her shit hole and dribbling down to her cunt. I realised what I had done and left the room, staggering over my own jeans still around my ankles, I pulled them up and rushed to my won room glancing into my sisters room as I went, seeing her getting fucked by Jon as Daniel smoked a joint watching them. I got to my room, finished dressing myself and grabbed what I came for, I walked past my sisters room, my sister being eaten out by Jon and Daniel still watching, I went to my mother’s room to look at her again, she was still in the same position only now breathing deeply, asleep, I saw her used knickers on the floor, picked them up, shoved them in my pocket and left, walking the street back to Peters, my mother’s soiled knickers in my pocket, I would put them to my nose and smell them as I walked lost in thought

yes! nothing like a forearm up the ass to the elbow or a baseball ball or a horse cock dildo to really fill a whores ass. specially a whore like me who has taken a LOT of extra large cocks. I also love taking the k9 dildo for that huge thick knot.

The Poz Ranch Chapter Two Two nights later a loud bang woke me from the first deep sleep that I had after learning my fate. I sat up quickly in bed and listened for more noise. What I didn’t hear was my parents moving about. Suddenly my bedroom door flew open and a bight light was shined in my face. I put my hand up to cover my eyes, but someone grabbed it and pulled both of my arms behind my back. I felt something course being wrapped around my wrist. The light drew closer to my face as the person who tied my wrists moved towards my ankles. “Don’t fight us boy. This can happen the easy way or the hard way” a deep voice said as a gloved hand slapped me up beside my head. I tried to move my legs apart and hold them, but I was quickly over powered. One hand held my legs together as the other tied them together. “Bet this little faggot got a hard on in his white briefs” Both men laughed. “Dad!!” I shouted, but a clothe was quickly shoved into my mouth. “They are not home fag boy. So they can’t help you. No one can help you” Soon a dark fabric bag was put over my head and I was lost in darkness. I was picked up and carried from my room. Knowing the layout of the house, I was taken to the garage. I was placed inside a vehicle. “You fucking keep quiet or I’ll stuff something bigger into your mouth.” the deep voice man said. The vehicle backed out of the garage and drove down our drive way. I had no idea when I would see the house again, let alone my parents. I laid in the back of the vehicle for hours. I had no way of tracking the time. I dozed off and on while we traveled. The men stopped somewhere, but I was left in the vehicle. It was getting hotter as we traveled and I was sweating. “Another hour faggot.” the deep voiced man said, “And the fun will begin.” When we stopped, I was lifted out of the vehicle and carried into a building. I heard the door slam behind us. We traveled a short way into the building. I was lifted high in the air and was seated in a cold metal chair. “Cut the briefs off, then restrain him to the chair. Let’s get a look at the new boy” I head a new voice say. I heard a click and felt cold metal being slid into the side of my briefs and then pulled outwards cutting the thin fabric. The other side was cut the same way. At the same time my hands we untied then restrained to the chair, my legs were done the same way. “No need to be shy boy” the deep voiced man said as he pull my knees open wide. “A little scrawny,” the other man that took me from my home said. “Yeah and that hair has to go. Boys here must be completely smooth.” “Cody is the boy’s name” the deep voiced man said. “Well Cody, I am Master Jack. I run the ranch here.” he said, “we are going to make a man out of you” I nodded my hooded head. “That won’t do Cody” he said, “the correct reply is Yes Sir” “Yes Sir,” I said timidly. “The quicker you submit to us, the easier it will be.” Master Jack said. “Yes Sir” I said a little louder. “Good boy” Master Jack said, “Take him and prepare him for his intake” I was unstrapped, but kept hooded. I didn’t resist. I had given in to my fate. I was half carried and half dragged through the building and into a new room. The floor was cold and I assumed it was tile. “Stand up and don’t move, unless you want your cock and balls cut off.” the deep voice man said with a laugh. “Spread your lets wider boy and put your hands behind your back, clasped together. This is the way you stand when you are in the presence of the Masters or their guests. “Yes Sir” I replied. I felt my crotch being wetted and something being spread on my ball sack and the area above my cock. “Fucking hold still, no one wants a dickies boy” I felt the cold steel blade slide across my sack as the man pulled it down tightly. I stood there with my eyes closed, repeating in my head “Don’t cut off my dick and balls.” it seemed like it took forever to shave me smooth. “Okay boy that done, low lift your arm straight up, it’s time to strip those pits” he said with a laugh. I obeyed. Why I don’t know. I think it was out of fear. Once my pits were done I thought we were through. I was now smooth from head to toe. Or so I thought. “Now for my favorite part boy,” the deep voiced man said, “turn around, bend over and spread those cheeks! What the fuck I thought. Shamefully I did as I was told. No one has ever seen my hole, not even my doctor. Once in position, I felt flushed with embarrassment. “Look at that pretty pink boy pussy” he said as he blow cold air on it. “That at that fucker pucker” the other man said. I felt him run the razor blade down each side of my crack, which caused me to shiver. “Smooth boy pussy is the best” Boy pussy, where the fuck was I. I assumed this was a religious place to pray away the gay. These men don’t sound like any religious men I have met. “Here’s the deal boy,” said the deep voiced man, “the next process is not pretty, but it has to be done. I am going to give you a drink, something fast acting. You are going to drink it after we put you in the next room. Then once you have dealt with that little round. You will shove the silver hose up your pussy, until its clean.” “Yes Sir” I was led to the next room, I was handed a bottle. Once the door was closed I drank the drink. I will spare you the details of the next couple of hours. “Put the hood back on boy” the deep voice man said as he knocked on the door. I did as I was told. I felt the cold air come through as the door was opened and my arms was grabbed. I was led to another room. “You have twenty minutes to shower,” he said, “Then your intake begins. We are almost ready for you, so fucking hurry” The hot water felt good. I let it run over my newly smooth body. I found a bar of soap and quickly washed myself from head to toe. I found a towel hanging on a hook when I was done. I waited with the hood over my head, I assumed that is what they wanted, with my legs spread slightly and my hands behind my back. The door opened and I heard: “Faggot here has learned his first lesson” the deep voice man said. “Submissive is in a boy’s nature” another man said. The both grabbed an arm and moved me out of the shower room and down a hall. I was lifted off the ground as we went down two flights of stairs and put to the floor. “Your intake is just beyond this door” the man said in my ear, “kneel until someone comes to get you, hands clasped behind your back” I heard them walk up the stairs as I slowly kneeled, shaking in fear.

Who do you spend your early years with as a kid quite often?? Your cousins. I played with about 4 of my 6 boy cousins for years. For us, it was a safe place to talk and experiment. We were the same age roughly, so nobody took advantage of anyone really.... I was uncut and they were cut - so there was already a bit of curiousity about the difference. Then progressed to mostly oral. For years. On and off. Always consenual... "Hey you wanna...????". We realized that it was a safe way to get off with people we knew. Interestingly 3 of the 6 'came out as gay' and live successful lives. With lots of family support. I'm pretty sure my parents and their parents had a hunch what was going on, but in our case it all worked out. I realized over the years we were lucky to have that relationship.

The rest of the week was about the same as the first day and morning. Jerol fucked my tight hole 2-3 times a day and would always leave it dripping. It was embarrassing that I was letting this massive hung jock use me like his personal fuck toy. I always told him "no" and that it hurt too much but somehow he would convince me to let him "just rub his cockhead on my hole" or "just lick and tongue-fuck my butthole" which always ended up with his cock pumping ten inches in and out of my ass and him cumming in me. I became more quiet with the guys, they noticed something was wrong, but obviously I couldn't tell them what was really going on. On the last day of camp we'd all been let out early to do whatever we wanted. I went back to the dorm with the rest of the guys, they showered while I talked to my girlfriend. She was telling me that she couldn't wait for me to get home and eat her pussy and fuck her. She'd gotten an implant before she went to camp and wanted me to cum inside her as much as I could. I was so hard and horny now. The guys filed into the dorm room, and asked if I wanted to go to the mall with them. I spent all my money on camp, so I really couldn't. Besides my girl got me too riled up, I figured I'd stay back and jerk off a few times while I had the dorm room to myself. As soon as the guys left I began jerking off, I came once, but it was difficult for some reason. I kept jerking my diamond hard cock, and as I relaxed more I began to feel myself up. I eventually had my hand running through my crack, hitting my tight pink boyhole. Next thing I remember I was fucking my hole with three of my fingers and blasting a huge load all over myself. Hmph...I didn't mean to finger myself. It just happened. I decided I better hop in the shower, when I came out of the dorm room, I ran into Billy, he was in the dorm room across the hall. He was about 5'5" and super quick on the courts. He was part Latino, his skin and complexion would get anyone to look twice. He was really lean and muscular, with quite an ass on him. I bet his waist was only 28 inches around which made his butt look all the more poppin. I said,"hey, you didn't go to the mall with the rest of the guys?" Billy wasn't a shy guy, but he looked down and mumbled something about having to stay back and clean up the gym and he was going to get ready for a shower too. I went on into the shower area, and had a nice hot shower. As I was drying off I heard a "clink" at the door. I didn't think anything of it, so I finished drying off and was putting my clothes back on when I heard someone try to get into the door. That's odd, it seemed like it was locked. I grabbed my shower gear and put on my shoes and when I got to the door, sure enough, it was locked. Why did someone lock the door so early and while I was showering? I unlocked it and peeked out into the hallway. There was Billy at the end of the hall talking to Jerol. Jerol had his hand on Billy's shoulder, I heard Jerol say,"yeah, sometimes they lock up early, but you can use the shower area on my floor..." What the fuck!?!?! Jerol is the one that locked the door that first day! He set that up so he could get me up onto his floor, use his shower, all with the intentions of busting my straight boy hole cherry. That fucker. I felt a pain of jealousy. He was fucking other boys besides me??? Wasn't I enough? He fucked me several times a day too. Ugh. I should be glad Billy was going to relieve me of some of my duties. But I felt, mad, and jealous. Why? I don't like it when Jerol fucks me, it hurts and he just uses my hole...but I do blow my loads multiple times while his cock pounds my prostate. Fuck, maybe I like it. I don't do I? Me cumming so hard and so much is just my body reacting to something so huge slamming my prostate, right? Fuck this shit. I'm going to follow Billy and Jerol and find out if he's really doing what I think he is. I snuck up the stairs and quietly opened the door to the shower area on Jerol's floor. I heard moaning and I froze. "Damnit, shit, it's true." I made my way toward the sounds, and hid behind a locker and peered around the corner to see Billy sitting on the bench while Jerol was on his knees sucking Billy's cock and balls. Damn, Billy had an incredibly thick uncut cock. I couldn't believe such a thick cock would be on such a tiny boy. Jerol was deep throating him too! I watched as he used his mouth on Billy's cock and balls, and then taint, and my eyes widened as Jerol lifted up Billy's legs and dove into that perfect sweet ass. Jerol was eating Billy's pussy hole like it was the last hole on earth. I suddenly realized my hands had migrated to my hard cock and was stroking off to this scene. What was I doing? As Jerol ate that bubble butt, he reached into the shorts laying under the bench and pulled out a bottle of oil. He began slathering it all over his huge member. It was dripping in oil. He turned Billy around on the bench and got up on it with him, and began rubbing his cockhead on Billy's hole. Billy was saying,"just don't put it in okay? I've only had my girlfriend's fingers in me, and you're so much, just way too big." I already knew what Jerol was about to say,"it's cool man, I just want to rub it against you hole for a minute." I watched everything play out like it did for me on day one. Jerol ended up slowly working and running Billy down until he had about 8 inches pumping in and out of Billy's tight hole. Billy asked for a condom several times, he asked Jerol to stop several times, but in the end Jerol blasted his load inside Billy and Billy blew his load twice while getting rammed by that monster. I also shot my load onto the floor three times. I felt so sad though. I just walked out and went back to my dorm. I cried a little. I don't know why I felt really alone all of a sudden. I was exhausted too. I really didn't feel well. I laid down and fell to sleep immediately. When I woke up later I was soaked in sweat, I was burning up. I definitely had a fever, and fuck...I barely got my head over the trash can while I vomited. Oh my god, why do I feel so horrible? My entire body ached. Thankfully, there was just a few more hours until my parents came to pick me up and take me home. I fell asleep again, and woke up to Jerol shaking me. Jerol was asking me,"Hey man? Are you okay? You seem really sick." I told him I had a fever and had thrown up. I felt like shit. Why was Jerol smiling? Jerol consoled me,"you'll be okay buddy, let me take your clothes off you and get you cooler." As his hands pulled my sweaty clothes off I suddenly said,"NO! Fuck you Jerol! I saw you and Billy, you're the one that locked the shower area doors and you tricked me into letting you fuck me! And you do the same shit to every boy that walks in here don't you?" I was too weak to stop Jerol from undressing me. He responded calmly,"Look man, I'm a horny guy. I don't fuck everyone, just the special ones. Guys like you and Billy, with little waists and big asses. You're just so hot. It's just sex man. We all got girls back home, we're just helping each other bust our nuts while they're gone, ya know?" By this time he had me completely naked and was stroking my hard cock. I don't know how I was hard, I was so sick. I laid there, while he fucked me again. I didn't have the strength. I just let him do whatever he wanted. He smiled at me a lot, telling me to be sure and take care of myself and go to the doctor when my parents picked me up to make sure I didn't have the flu. He blew two loads in me. I guess Billy's ass wasn't enough for him, he had to take mine too while I was sick. Jerol put his number in my phone and told me to text him next time I was in town. hmph...yeah right, he wishes. I'll never let someone fuck me again.

*****GETTING ACQUAINTED***** We met on the Net, and I meet lots of guys online; but this Kid was different. I am a Gifter, and he was a Chaser if there ever was one. I've POZZED a few guys in my time, but he was 25. I kept asking, "Are you sure? Are you ready for the BUG?" "Yes," Simon said. He'd barebacked long enough to know that he never wanted latex up his Ass again, although his odds of getting POZZED were excellent. After a month of chatter back-and-forth, I figured Simon genuinely wanted to convert. It was just a matter of who, when, and where. I suggested he cum to one of our bareback parties. It was Saturday night, and I hoped to do the weekend with him: a one-on-one on Thursday followed by an invitation-only POZZING party Friday. **********THURSDAY********** I was delighted to find the Boy exactly as advertised—a Twink at 25, if a very determined one. We couldn't wait to get to the motel and let our hair down. As soon as the door closed behind us, we passionately embraced, kissing and feeling each other up. He wanted to clean up; and by the time he got out of the shower, I lay naked on the bed. He took every opportunity to tease my Manhood, knowing full well how desperately I wanted to blow my Load up his NEG Mancunt. I'd left Lube in the bathroom; but despite all the grease, he was very tight. I just let the weight of my body push my Shaft into that Bubble Butt, till my Balls rested firmly against his Ass Crack. I wanted him to get used to me before I bred his Ass. I pulled him to his knees, doggie-style, and was able to get in a little deeper, enough to make him gasp. Then I began slow, rhythmic strokes, my hands on his hips, hugging him, holding on tight. My Balls started tingling so I lit into him—long deep strokes—all the way in—then out again. "Fuck me! Knock me up! POZ my Hole! Give me your Babies!" All of which made me want to fuck the shit out of the little Cunt. I told him I was gonna cum—the moment he'd been waiting for—Conversion! And when I shot: "Remember this, and cherish it!" Poison Jizz spurted up his Bubble Butt. He began to jack, and would have shot; but I told him to cut the shit and take his POZZING like a Man. I kept working my Toxic Seed up his sore NEG Butt, trying every trick in the book to make him one of us. Finally I let him roll over so we could kiss. He was incredibly passionate and appreciative of my Dirty Seed. It didn't take much to get me stiff again, and soon we were fucking missionary style. He wrapped his long, smooth legs around my hips and dug his callused heels into my Butt, forcing me in deeper. After that second Fuck, we lay there cuddling. He ran his fingers through my hair and thanked me profusely, calling me Daddy—not so much a reference to the difference in our ages—as to the very real possibility that I was now the Father of his Babies. I felt his stiff Cock against my tummy, and knew he had to get off lest he burst. "OK, Boy, I want that last NEG Load of yours." I slipped down and engulfed his Cockhead between my lips, his Piss Slit oozing profusely. I licked it off, willowy cobwebs of Boy Spooge connecting him and me. Then down on him again till his overstimulated Rod began to pulse. That night, while we were cuddling, I rolled him on his side and slid back in, We fell asleep like that, my Cock marinating in my own Dirty Seed, while traces of his youthful Jizz still steeped deep within in the periodontal cavities of my teeth and gums. **********F R I D A Y********** I’d asked ten POZ Tops to join us, knowing full well not all would attend. I'd also invited a Bottom, so there'd be a ready source of Fuck Meat at all times. The Kid was the only NEG attending. At the appointed hour they began to show, and each was introduced to Simon. I explained that the party was on his behalf, and admission was contingent upon depositing at least one POZ Load up the Twink's Ass. No one objected. They were a varied lot. The two Blacks were real hunks. The whites included a bear like myself, a swishy Fag whom you'd never suspect of being a Top, and one old Troll. With me that made six Tops, plus my Bottom friend, and my Boy. The two Blacks started with the Kid while I fucked my Bottom Bud. The others followed my lead and took on the Bottom. I'd already put a Load up his Ass, so each of them slid home on my virility. Everything was copacetic until the Blacks decided to double dick the Kid. I knew the Boy had never taken two Cocks at once. He'd had a Dick and a Dildo in him once, or so he said; but that's as far as he had gone. One of the Dudes got him to sit on his Dick, then very astutely pulled him down, chest-to-chest, to kiss him, thus exposing his Mancunt. The second Black got in between their legs and maneuvered his big Dick in next to his Pal's. The Black underneath held the Kid tight, smothering his laments with kisses. The two black Dicks were mashed together in Whitey's tiny Cunt, two sets of POZ Cocks in one NEG Pussy, united by stringy ropes of slimey Ass Juice and POZ Seed. After that, the party became a fucking free-for-all. I went out for a smoke; and when I returned, I was pleased to see the Youth was screwing one of the Blacks (payback time) who, in turn, was fucking my Bottom Bud. We lost track of how many Loads he took that night, but I doubted any Dude could take that much POZ Cum and still remain NEG. **********SATURDAY********** We slept late and opted to order breakfast in, as Simon said there was no way he was going out in public with Cum still dripping from his Ass. That afternoon we went swimming in the motel pool. The cool water and the sun's warm rays seemed to reinvigorate us both, or so I thought; but afterwards we napped till party time. We arrived early to give our Host some quality time with Target One. We strapped him in the Sling; he rimmed his Ass, spit on his Dick, and screwed the shit out of the Kid. A few more guests arrived, and when our Host pulled out, a blob of POZ Cum plopped on the floor, to the onlookers' delight. A former Marine with a beer-can Cock approached the Kid, and soon the chains were rattling again. I had one of my Buds bent over the fuck table when I glanced over at the Sling and saw the pained expression on Simon's face. One of our associates is a Daddy hung like a horse. After the Marine, the Daddy quickly rammed it home. Thing is—Daddy's Tool is immense, curving upwards at the head. Though the guy is wont to plow in hard and sock it to his mates, it takes him forever to get it off. I felt sorry for the Kid. We've all heard the fucking sound of two sweaty bodies, flesh-on-flesh; but there it grew so loud everyone stopped in their tracks to stare. I nudged my way past the voyeurs to take a closer look. Inspired by the exuberance with which Daddy had used the Youth, the partygoers’ mood turned ominous, with catcalls to "Breed the Kid!" The Maestro finished and pulled out, leaving the Youngster twisting in the wind. Simon was wiped; his head was limp. I had to get him out of there before the other vultures got to him. I helped him over to the couch and gave him a roll of toilet paper with which to wipe himself. To my chagrin, when I turned around, he was back in the Sling again—another compatriot up his Ass. I had to hand it to the Kid—he had more Balls than Common Sense. A line had formed, and he took us all on. Never one to cast aspersions upon the joys of bareback sex, I joined the foray. The Queen ahead of me wasn't nearly big enough to fill the Boy's slack Cunt. But he pulled his Dick out, awash in Spooge, and jacked—and as he shot—he plunged back in and bathed the gutsy Youth in yet another Load of Poison Jizz. I inserted my Rod very gently in the Boy, his pulverized Pussy now leaking Crimson Spooge. I shifted to-and-fro to slosh around in the oceans of the Manseed, and knew I, too, could never cum in that cavernous morass. So I borrowed the trick the Queen had used—and jacked—till I added my Manseed to the potent Sperm Bank incubating in the Youth. Last of all, Big Daddy's Partner still hadn't had a chance. Though not nearly as endowed as his older Mate, he had a reputation for fucking Ass and fucking well. Meanwhile a toothless Old Troll bent over the Sling to suck the Youth. Overcome by the irresistible two-pronged assault, the Boy's Ass tightened up. Big Daddy's Lover suddenly found himself engulfed in a much tauter Hole. The Kid blew his Load in the toothless old Troll's mouth at the same time Daddy's Lover shot up his Ass. The Top pulled out, his PA dripping the prettiest pink Spunk. The afterbirth excited one Sick Pup, who used his syphilised lips to soothe the Youngster's pummeled Ass. That drove Simon insane! By then the party was winding down. Again I helped the Twink over to the couch. Disheveled hair, awash with sweat, swollen Ass Lips oozing speckled Cum, gobs of Spooge peppering his legs—he was a mess. I got the Boy a Coke to drink and he gulped it down, though I cautioned him to take it slow. He had to piss, and prolonged his stay—shitting God knows what—annoying those who wanted in the tiny downstairs john. Twice I had to check on him to make sure he was okay. The rest of the guys were showering and cleaning up, putting on their clothes and saying good-byes, with the usual exchange of hastily jotted names and numbers that would likely never see the light of day. We'd been among the first to arrive, and were the last to leave. Finally I got the Kid cleaned up enough to put on his clothes. By the time we got back to the motel, a mere 10 minutes away, his shorts were soaked again. I told him unless he douched (and we hadn't cum equipped for that) the Spooge would likely drip all night. As we climbed into bed my Dick sprang to life; but I knew the Kid couldn't take anymore, so I let him cuddle up against me—and like so, we fell asleep.

Henri refused to say good bye as he left yesterday. We both fully understood that it is highly unlikely that we would ever see each other again. Not only does he live in St. Martin, he has been living with CRF19 strain of HIV for nearly 3 years. He already has progressed so far that he has been told he is at that final stage--full blown AIDS. For the past 9 days we had been sharing our bodies as he shared his virus laden cum and blood with me. Although the likely-hood of me contracting a co-infection is rare, be were both savoring the possibility that we would forever be connected via that super-strain. He drove a load deep into my ass just minutes before Jony arrived. Jony agreed to drive Henri to Atlanta. From there he could get a direct flight home--once the airport was open again. Neither of us wanted to think of that. We just wanted to be together one more time. Henri had been staying at my place for the past 3 days. No doubt, that time had been filled with as much fucking as possible. It had been amazing to go from a random fuck to full on making love in just a week. And all of that was smeared with as much highly tainted jizz as that caramel cock could produce. Our last fuck was amazing. It started out to be something of a quickie. We knew Jony would soon arrive, so we just got to it. Yeah, he brushed my hole first, did not want to loose the opportunity to make that pathway for transmission easier. We started off hot and heavy. Henri knew how to pound hard and started out drilling my hole like the powerful jackhammer he could be. I like getting fucked hard and he was great. I love have a man know how to push that limit....right between this feels so fucking amazing and stop, you are tearing my ass open. I expected him to cum fairly quickly, but he showed no signs of giving up a load yet. Then, suddenly and without any words spoken, he slowed down. His strokes became slower and with less force. But at the same time, they became more intimate and personal. Then he said something amazing. He wanted to give me this final dose of his disease laden cream not in power nor pain, but in love. He continued that he wanted me to remember him, not just for that possibility we would share this deadly strain, but he wanted me to recall, the care and effort he put into servicing my queer ass. For nearly an hour that black cock probed my raw ass. So many positions, so much leverage, so much arousal for my prostrate. My own cock was rigid and drooling precum like I have never experienced before. Henri recognized that I was ready to explode in passion. He slowly withdrew his massive meat and proceeded to worship my cock and the toxic precum I was spewing. It was only a few moments later that I blew my own strain against the back of Henri's throat. Then, in a deep and sensual kiss, he transferred my own cum into my mouth, which I swallowed with great enthusiasm. Then, without speaking, he rolled me over, got me ass up and resumed pounding my ass. My hole was gaping a bit and offered little resistance as he plunged his cock deep on the first thrust. He was soon back to his jackhammer ways. He was pounding me hard and fast. After a week of practice, we synced up in that staccato rhythm and became on body intertwined in an amazing fuck. But, his own body could only withstand that intense fuck rate for a short while. All to damned soon, I felt him go rigid. I heard his breathing deepening. He bellowed quietly while he jammed one more load into me. Once again, I was exposed to that amazing and deadly strain. I just had my 21st exposure to CRF19. Seventeen times that beautiful man had used his amazing cock to ram his creamy, cummy delight deep into my hole. Twelve of those times, my hole was well prepared. The bottle brush that was used the night I most likely got knocked up once again, prepared my hole. The other 4 exposures came at the point of a needle. The most recent was last Friday. We had both just taken our first dose of Lady T for the night. Some may not think that blood slams are as erotic as a good fuck. But man, that night it was amazing. I had gone first and had done about a .5.....not huge, but enough to get to the zone nicely. Just as the first beads of Tina scented sweat were appearing on my body, I watched as he pulled back on the plunger and filled the syringe with 3ccs of his death inducing blood. I extend my arm as he withdrew the needed from his vein. As a small bit of blood emerged from the needle-prick wound, Henri took a finger and wiped the blood away. Then he pressed his bloodied finger.....his finger bloodied with a fatal version of blood....against my lips. He whispered for me to lick it clean.....if I did, he would give me the syringe. I greedily took his dripping red finger into my mouth and devoured it as if I was a starving man. He smiled in appreciation, pulled back his hand and resumed his duties. He quickly raised a vein, I felt that pin prick and he got the needle set into place. Once again he asked me if I wanted to take the essence of his life, which could become the essence of my death. I hissed a nearly silent yes. Before the entire word was uttered, he started pushing the plunger. My cock was springing to life as I watched the red fluid, filled with thousands of replicas of the CRF19 strain of HIV disappeared into my own body. As quickly as he could pull the rig from my arm, I was begging for his black cock. I needed fucked. I wanted a white exposure to go with that red exposure. He fully agreed and soon had buried his cock balls deep. It is kind of weird to consider that a series of somewhat random events....hurricane, him ending up in Asheville, him being related to one of my fuck buds......all aligned to result in a week of near constant exposure to a strain of the virus that few would chase. No doubt, Henri will have to face the culmination of his disease in the coming months or years. For all I know, this past week may have changed my own life expectancy. I have not been on meds since I got knocked up around the first of this past year. A recent HEP C diagnosis reminded me that my body has a variety of internal attacks to deal with. Perhaps I will not know for sometime, perhaps will never know if Henri shared his toxic treat with me. But I do know this. Sharing rigs and cum with Henri made the past week an incredibly erotic and thrill inducing time. His personality, skill and willingness to share would have been a great fuck experience regardless. Knowing that he was spewing CRF19 laden cum, knowing that he willing injected CRF19 laden blood.....made the time with him off the charts. I thought it felt great to start chasing and taking POZ cum. I thought it felt great when I first felt a brush ream my hole. I thought it felt great to finally be POZ. But, manning up and taking 21 exposures to CRF19 (over the past 9 days) has been a thrill I will never forget. For whatever fates caused Irma to "blow" Henri into my life, I am appreciative. What the storm, and Henri left behind will never be forgotten.