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Been on a giant binge lately and never felt more alive. Fucking got rid of my meds and blocked my sponsor and now i feel free. Got a new dealer and doing steroids to get back into my best shape. Cycling always makes me turn into a cocky aggressive beast and ramps up my sex drive almost as much as t. Best of all i am breeding as many hot holes as possible to make up for lost time.

Fucking toxic again and back on steroids. Am feeling powerful as fuck.

3. I tugged my hard cock out from the pouch of my jock and stroked it a few times knowing that my hand wasn’t what I was craving. I stopped for a moment before going to get my phone, was I going to do this? I dragged my finger across my hole and felt my slick pucker… of course I was. Within ten minutes of taking a stranger’s load I was back on Scruff searching for another top. This time I was a little less specific in who I was looking for, I didn’t need a daddy, just someone with a thick cock who’d like a wet hole. I was a little surprised with myself still. I thought about Mike the day before doing the exact same thing and started messaging guys who looked promising. A guy in his mid-thirties responded first he was direct: Horny? Fuck yes, I responded basically immediate. I just got back from a work trip and need to blow this four day load bad I know where you can blow it? Oh yeah? Yeah, come dump your load in me. I was a little surprised by own aggression so quickly after the first top but I knew what I wanted. Whats the address? I gave it to him and then added as an afterthought: Ps. I’ve already got one load in me, hope that’s not a problem. Fuck, that’s perfect, means I don’t need lube. Then he was on his way. I changed nothing about myself. I left my ass slick, and my hair slightly messed up from the last top. I slowly edged myself a little as I waited. It was maybe twenty minutes before the buzzer rang and my next top was here. I opened the door for him, he was around my height, a little soft around the middle but really cute and almost boyish in the face. We kissed as I closed the door, and I lead him into my room. He pushed me back onto the bed and grabbed my ankles. “Fuck, your hole’s still wet. When did the last guy fuck you?” “Like, an hour ago?” “Fuck yes.” He pulled off his shirt revealing a mostly smooth body. Quickly his pants and underwear were dropped and his fat seven-inch cock was revealed. It wasn’t wildly long but it was very girthy and my mouth watered. He didn’t bother with having me suck him at all he just spit on the head and pressed it against my wet hole. I groaned as he slid inside me with ease. “Fucking warm, wet pussy,” he moaned as he bottomed out. Then he started to fuck me. I closed my eyes and let him use my hole. He needed to get off and I needed his cock. Not focusing at all on my own cock was a new feeling but it was somehow liberating too. I liked being just fucked and focusing on my hole. I clenched and relaxed around him, milking his cock, and eliciting grunts and groans every time. “You keep doing that and I’m not going to last very long,” he said. “Good, I want you to pump that big load into me.” “Fucking cum slut, begging for loads in your leaking hole.” “Please breed me, add your load.” I sounded like Mike. Is this how he felt. “Good pig!” He roared as he started to cum inside me. I was taking my second load in two hours and it felt great. He kissed me one more time before pulling out and getting dressed. Then he too was gone and I was left there in my jock, with a wet cummy hole, still hard as a rock.

----- Part 5 ----- "Three I know pretty well. Two of them love a quick blowjob before they finish their route. The other is a total bottom" I replied. We chatted a while longer before the buzzer announced the arrival of our dinner. Both of us were still naked and while I buzzed the guy up, Paul grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He was opening the door when I walked out of the bedroom, still naked. "Hi, Marco. Come on in" I called out from across the room. Marco looked at me and it took a few moments before he recognized me with the beard. He was used to guys in this neighborhood greeting him with little to no clothes on and this wasn't my first time doing it. I had recognized his voice when I answered the buzzer, so I knew he'd be cool with it. Marco was my favorite of the delivery guys. He was a tall, mixed guy that I frequently saw at my gym working out. He claimed to have a girlfriend but rarely turned down a chance at having a guy suck his large dick. I was one of the lucky few that I knew he had fucked. Out of the baggy pants and loose uniform tee, his legs were like tree trunks, his shoulders broad and his biceps huge. He had a surprisingly light touch when he fucked, though. He told me once "You fags are more fun to fuck. No bitchin' or whinin' that my dick's too big and only a few want me to wrap it up." Marco grinned and walked into my apartment, letting the door close behind him. His eyes were looking over Paul and then latched on to me. After he gave Paul the pizza, he set the bag down and I saw Paul lick his lips before setting the pizza box down on the table. "Marco, this is my ex, Paul. Paul, Marco is one of the studs that brings me snacks and pizzas" I said. Marco's grin got bigger. "It smells like someone's been havin fun" he said, the smell of cum apparently stronger than the pizza. His hand was rubbing over the growing bulge in his jeans and I know I was enjoying the sight of it and I think Paul was as well. I laughed and then said "Paul, don't be rude. Give the guy his tip." Paul looked back at me confused, wondering where he'd have money on him. I saw the towel he was holding on to was starting to tent. "Knees, Paul. On your knees. Show him how appreciative you are for him bringing us food" I said, winking at Marco. I was really starting to enjoy being the more dominant one over Paul. Paul let go of his towel and knelt down on it, reaching up and opening Marco's pants. Tugging the pants down below the muscular thighs, Paul next pulled the bikini briefs down, freeing the long, thick, uncut shaft from the straining fabric. "Fuck yeah" Paul said before diving in with his tongue. I was a little surprised, but figured that some of those daddies he'd been sucking had taught him well. I ducked back into the bedroom and came back with some cash for a real tip and the marker on the chance I could get Marco to fuck Paul. Marco had his hand behind Paul's head and was rocking his hips slowly while Paul bobbed on the shaft. Paul was struggling to take it much deeper, so I came up next to him and knelt down. My hand grasped his shoulder and I whispered "Breathe deep, relax and let it slide in." He tensed up and gagged so I whispered a long drawn out "Relax..." as my hand slipped down his back and I pushed a finger into his cum filled hole. It really turned me on to be teaching my ex how to suck dick better. I heard him inhale and push his face forward. His nose hit Marco's untrimmed pubes and stayed there a few seconds before pulling back and resuming his short bobs. A minute later, he tried again but this time Marco helped him get the last inch and a half into his throat. I watched, waiting for Paul to struggle to get free and hopefully not puke. He pulled off a several seconds longer than he'd stayed down before and gasped for air before looking up at Marco. "Fuck yeah! You fags are so good at that. If I did that to a bitch, she'd beat my ass n take my balls off" Marco said. Paul was back bouncing on his shaft, taking half of it into his mouth with no problem. My finger kept working Paul's ass, feeling all the cum that was still inside. I pulled it out and licked off the mixture, tasting my cum and the distinctive coppery flavor. "You should try his ass. It's all lubed and ready" I said with an evil grin. I heard Paul whimper as he kept sucking. "Yeah? Think he can take it?" Marco asked. "Dunno, but he does want his pussy wrecked" I replied. Marco laughed, saying "That I can do. Remember the first time I fucked you?" I heard another whine come from Paul as the first fuck I'd gotten from Marco flashed through my mind. "Yeah, it was a week before I could take another dick. But I keep coming back and now I can take it all" I said, tugging on Paul's arm. A few seconds later, Paul was leaning on the wall, his hands and legs spread. Marco shed his shoes, pants and briefs and moved behind him. "What's this?" Marco asked. "Just keeping track of the loads he took" I said. I could see Paul nervously panting, unsure if he could take the dick that had just stretched out his throat. "Poz? You?" Marco asked, his eyebrows raised and staring back at me. I sighed and looked down. "Yeah, just found out a week ago" I said somberly. "Fuck... Good to see it's not slowin ya down. Guess we're not usin' rubbers anymore" Marco said, grinning at me as he lined his cock up and pushed into Paul's swollen hole. The news didn't seem to deter Marco one bit. His eyes seemed to light up at the thought of fucking bare, which made me wonder where he'd put his mark after he bred Paul. Marco rocked his hips, working his shaft deeper into Paul's chute. The contented look on his face let me know Marco was enjoying it so far. On the other hand, the pain in Paul's groans told me that Marco was stretching him open more than I ever could. When Paul let out a howl, I knew Marco had bumped into the inner ring. It took me a couple fucks before I had been able to take all of the long shaft and wondered if Paul could. The howl subsided, replaced by grunts from the gentler nudges Marco's strokes were now giving him deep. "Damn, this is one sloppy pussy. All this yours?" Marco asked as he started to plow a little faster. "Mmmhmm" I replied, watching Paul spread his legs a little wider. Marco's hands grabbed Paul's shoulders and a few seconds later he thrust in hard. "FUCK!" Paul cried out as Marco moaned loudly, standing completely still. "Yeah... see? You can take all of it, just like your throat" Marco said softly. I watched him pull backward and then drive back in, Paul wordlessly crying out as the cock inside him poked deeper than any had ever before. Another pause and Marco began long strokes, his body slapping against Paul's ass occasionally. When his breathing started to get faster along with his thrusts, I knew Paul was about to get bred again. Grunts accompanied the last five or six strokes, followed by Marco wrapping his arm around Paul's neck and pulling him tight as his body convulsed. Paul shot four or five ropes of cum on to the wall before Marco pushed him back against it. The pair stood there, connected and gasping for air for a few moments until Marco backed away. This time it was me on my knees, licking the softening rod. Paul's hole was definitely trashed, but the cum taste put me into overdrive. With the last traces licked off, Marco bent over and grabbed his clothes, putting them back on. I stood up and handed him the marker. "Stay still, Paul" I said. Marco chuckled and moved back behind Paul and wrote "Neg", a line below it and his one hash mark on Paul's left shoulder. Marco looked at me and smiled. "On prep. My girlfriend doesn't mind me fuckin guys but she doesn't want me bringin anything home. Some of you guys are pigs... Already had gono twice this past year" he said. Marco picked up his empty pizza bag and headed to the door. I grabbed the tip and stuffed it into his pocket, giving a firm slap to his ass. He turned and said "Thanks" before whispering "Talk to Benny. He's lookin' for some hot loads. But once he's done, I want to feel your pussy without a fuckin condom" and walked out the door.

Was chatting this morning with a guy I met previously on Grindr. He was back in town from a long business trip, and horny for my hole. The first time we met he only experienced my mouth, and he's been jonesing for my ass ever since. The reason I only blew him last time was because neither of us had a condom, and he was rather insistent on using one as he has a girlfriend. So today, I told him I had a few and if he really needed my ass that badly, I would bring one. We were in the middle of making plans when out of the blue he asked me, "Ever down for a threesome? Two dicks at once?" Intrigued, I responded emphatically in the affirmative. "Do you have someone in mind?" I asked. Turned out he was messaging with another top who lived near him, and making plans to share my holes. My friend set up a group on Grindr so the three of us could chat. The second guy wasn't as hung as my friend's BBC, but he looked like he could stretch me open. And besides, when the hell would I ever say no to being used by two tops??? I finished cleaning out and headed to my friend's place (he works from home and hosts while his girlfriend is at work). The other guy arrived mere seconds before me, and I followed him inside. The two of them stood there stroking their dicks hard as I stripped, threw a condom on the couch, and assumed the agreed-upon position: doggy-style on the coffee table so they could use me at the same time. My friend presented his big dick at my mouth while the other guy spit on my hole and slid inside. I sucked my friend greedily as the other guy grabbed my hips and began drilling me relentlessly. He had said up front that he was fucking me raw, and was true to his word. After a few minutes they switched positions, and I found the stranger's cock in my mouth, creamy from the spit and precum and my ass juices. It tasted amazing! I teased the underside of his cock head with my tongue as I heard the condom wrapper tear, the sound of rubber rolling down a shaft, and then my friend was inside me. I opened easily for him and in mere seconds he was pounding me for all he was worth. At that angle he hit my prostate just right, and I felt the precum dribbling from my cock onto the table. They then switched positions again so the other guy could load my hole first. After a few minutes he gasped. I clenched my hole around him and felt the pulses as he pumped his load into me. But what surprised me was what happened while he was doing that. My friend presented his BBC at my mouth again. It was bare, though I hadn't heard him remove the condom. He held my head as he thrust into my mouth. As soon as the other guy was finished, he slid his bog dick into me - raw! I gripped the edges of the table for leverage and thrust back on him, determined to milk the load from his balls to join the other one already brewing inside me. After a few minutes he also gasped, and once again I felt those telltale pulses against my stretched-out sphincter. Spent, we all dressed quickly. The stranger left first while I chatted for a moment with my friend, their loads seeping into my underwear as we talked. He's hoping that he's back in town for a while, though right now it might just be for the week. I find myself hoping that he gets to work from home for a while, too. I need more breaks like that during my work day.

Poppering up while edging got me into some trouble yesterday. I felt horny and wanted to use a toy while I worked from home. I had prepped and planned to only use the poppers to help get the butt plug in while I watched some Twitter porn. As I watched a Twitter cumdump take load after load, I took a deep hit and eased it's thickness in. I hadn't taken dick or cum since December, and I squeezed on the toy, aching for the real deal. I took another hit and felt the rush pour over me. In a daze I logged into sniffies and posted a pic I had of myself on all fours with my ass in the air. I made my profile subtext "Breedable Cumdump" and rode the high of doing something impulsive and risky. I took another big hit and watched more cumdump porn, imagining myself as them. Unashamed and eager, hungry for all the cum. I had to get back to work, so I put on a slutty jockstap and mesh tank, and sat back down at my desk. Still with the butt plug inside me and occasionally rubbing my nips, I thought about the sniffies profile I made during the midst of a popper high. I logged back in and saw a message from a blank profile, asking if I was looking and sent a cock pic. My hole was open and ready, and work was slow. The perfect combination. I took a hit at my desk and sent him a few pics and my address. I saw he went offline and after coming down, assumed he was just a flake. Within ten min I head a knock on the front door. My hole twitched, I knew who it could be. I went to the front door in only my jock and tank, bottle of poppers in hand and let him in. Sexy guy in his thirties came inside and I immediately went to serving him. Dropped to my knees in the entryway and fished for his cock while he stripped off his jacket. I sucked his thick 7" cock like in his picture, my pussy ached for it. His hands groped my ass and felt my plugged up hole. After getting his knob wet and hard, I took out the plug and presented my wet hole. He stepped behind me and slipped himself inside. Finally a cumdump again, I took a hit and felt my hole relax around his thick cock. Felt great to have the real thing again. He bent me over and pounded away, calling me a slut. It was true, I took his dick like a good cumdump and worked it for his pleasure. After a moment, he asked if I wanted his load. I said hell yeah breed me stud, drop your load. He came hard and I felt my hole get a rush of wetness and warmth. After he left, I slipped in the toy again, keeping his load inside me while I went back to work. Though it was hard to concentrate, I kept checking the apps and hoping for more cock and cum. My ass was filled and prelubed, why not take advantage of my recklessness. Within the hour, I saw another message appear. I took another hit and got ready to slut my hole out more.

last night. a beefy 20 something young bear. anon hotel fuck. when I got to his room he was on all 4s being power fucked by an older dude. there were also 2 men waiting their turn. the older dude grunted and shot his load up the pig's ass and pulled out only to be replaced by the next man in line. he had big low hanging balls and I enjoyed watching them slapping on the pig's ass. he told the pig "I'm fukkin seeding you now" and emptied his balls. the next dude shoved his cock in deep. he had a beaut hairy ass and real hairy balls. I gripped his balls tight which he liked and I spread his ass and shoved my tongue up his hole. he moaned and grunted with pleasure. I felt his asshole throb on my tongue as his balls contracted and pumped their thick load up the pigs hole. finally it was my turn. I thrust into him. man he felt so good - 3 freshly pumped loads in his hole. I fukkin loved felling all that hot seed on my cock. the man who fucked him before me returned the favour and gripped my balls real tight - I love that and I shot a massive load into the grateful pig. . finally the 2 of us made him suck our cocks clean. will fuck him again - he was a grateful bottom and thanked me for my load

Chapter 7 - Kenny’s POV Damn! I had just shot my third load of the night into the hottest little white pussy boy I had ever fucked. He was a virgin until earlier tonight, and he took my 14.5” and thick as a beer can big black dick like a champ. I even got to use my new PA that was meant to tear up neg pussy boy insides so that my highly viral load could get deep inside and infect them with my strains of HIV. My latest visit to the doc at the county health department had gone well, at least in my eyes. He’d been trying to get me on meds for years, but I told him I couldn’t afford them. For some reason, I didn’t qualify for the free program either. Maybe it was because even though I’m pretty poor on paper, I still make too much to qualify. I know for real I make good money though because I sell lots of good drugs on the side and have quite the long list of clients always hitting me up from premo shit. Either way, the doc was telling me that my viral load count was getting dangerously high, and if I kept down this path by my next visit I’d most likely have full blown AIDS. My viral load count was 2.5 million and my CD4 was at 103. He told me if my CD4 got below 100, then that’s considered full blown AIDS. While he was concerned, my dick chubbed up at the thought of having a truly huge death stick ready to convert any neg bottom who needed to be owned by a BBC. That’s when I went to my tattoo and piercing guy and asked him what he could do to help me out. He showed me the new PA that had 6 very sharp pointed spikes that went all around the circle of the PA and were meant for nothing more than to rip and tear open the insides of whatever hole was being fucked. I chubbed up again. I laughed an evil laugh and told him to ring it up while he just smirked at me and said that he feels for any hole that gets used by me with that on. “Even if you weren’t hung like a motha fucka, Kenny, that thing would do damage. As huge as you are and how rough you fuck, you’re liable to send some bitch to the hospital needing stitches in his ass,” he said. “Does that mean you’re volunteering?” I asked. “Hell no! Once with you was enough. My hole still trembles thinking about how hard you used me that time when I couldn’t pay up for my stash.” “It’s all good. I mean I enjoyed your ass, but I know you prefer to top, so it’s not as much fun if you’re not truly into it. I like to make guys scream, moan, bleed, but I also want them to be into it too. I mean rape can be hot too in the right situation, but I much prefer a partner who begs and wants this snake versus one who complains or whines about it,” I said. “By the way, if you get any other piercings like this that are twisted, let me know.” “You got it, man. Hey, if you really want to do more damage, we can always do a Jacob’s Ladder piercing on you. As big as you are, we could probably get 10 bars down the length of your dick.” “Let me think about it. I know it’s hot but with as much travel as I do, that’s a lot of piercings to take in and out every time I have to go through the metal detectors at the airport,” I said. I then paid for the piercing, dropped my pants and put it in while my bud just laughed. I told him I needed to see how it felt and was on my way out the store. Armed with a lethal PA and deadly toxic seed, I sought out the first bottom I could find. Of course he couldn’t take it, so I was frustrated. Then I was out of commission for two weeks trying to pass another damn kidney stone, so when Tre hit me up and told me that he had a hot young white boy pussy that was almost virgin, I was hoping I’d get to finally unleash the beast and release two weeks worth of built up toxic seed. Fuck, he was so worth it. I got him high as fuck and tore his ass up with my deadly spiked PA. Tre’s boyfriend Javi saw how much damage I was doing to the white pussy boy and demanded for me to wreck his insides as well. Even though I’m pretty sure that I converted both Tre and Javi, I had caught a new strain of HIV since we had last played, so I was sure I could get Javi sick again with my new strain if I fucked him hard enough. I hadn’t got to tell Tre of Javi the latest news from my doc, but I would later once things calmed down. I know I had turned them into kinky stealth fuckers like me after I had stealthed them both, so it was hot watching them spread my strain and hear their stories of their conquests. But, I needed to get back to the present. Tyler wanted more cock, and my evil brain knew who just to invite over. “So Ty, you want more big dick huh? You think you can take more? I mean I know some pretty big guys,” I asked. “Do you really, Kenny? I mean like are they as big as you? Or bigger?” Ty asked. I laughed out loud. “You horny little pussy boy. You want a dick even bigger than mine? Do you think you could take it?” Ty just giggled like a little school girl. So, I asked him what was funny. “If you get me high enough, I could probably take a dick a little bigger than yours. I don’t know. My insides feel totally opened and wet. But my hole just keeps wanting more dick. I think the slam really made my hole hungry. Does it do that?” “Yes, it does, especially for white boy cum sluts like yourself. I do have a buddy that’s bigger than me, but I don’t know if he’s gonna be free. I can text him and see. But, I do know some buds that are probably chillin right now that would be down to breed your white ass with their big dicks. Do you want me to text them too?” “Really? Tre, Javi, is it ok if we invite them over? I mean this is your place. I don’t want to seem rude by trying to invite more guys over without your permission,” Ty asked. “Sure, I’m down. I don’t know if you’ll be able to get another load out of Tre of Kenny for at least another hour while they recharge, but I’m ready to breed you while we wait for others to arrive,” replied Javi. “Sweet! OK, Kenny. Text all of your buds and see if they want to breed me. By the way, how big is the guy that’s bigger than you?” “I’m not going to tell you, slut. You only get to find that out in person,” I told Ty. I picked up my phone and texted my bud that was bigger than me and three other buds and told them what was going down. One hit me back right away asking for pics of the little white boy pussy. “Ty, get on your back and pull your legs back to your shoulders. I need to take a pic of that hungry white boy pussy for my buds.” Ty didn’t question my command at all and did exactly as he was told. I wondered if he wasn’t so high would he still obey as quickly. I decided to file that in the back of my mind for later confirmation. I took pics of his whole body, his face, his cute little nipples, his little dick, and his gaping hole that was red, torn, and still dripping reddish tinted cum. I texted those to my bud. He quickly asked for the address. So I sent it to him. He said he’d be on the way and was bringing his bro with him. I texted back that it was cool, the more the merrier. I told Ty that one of my buds was interested and he got all smiley and happy. Javi then said, “Well since you’re presenting that pretty pussy like that, I might as well fuck it.” Javi mounted Ty and started fucking him. Tre got up and told me to follow him to the bathroom. As we got into the bathroom, Tre was like that was the hottest fuck he ever had. And he was thinking about getting a PA like mine. I told him I could hook him up with my guy if he was serious. Then he asked, “So, you think we got him knocked up?” I just laughed and told him about my recent visit with the doc, my numbers, and my new strain. “Fuck, so you probably just gave it to the kid and recharged Javi too!” “That was the plan, bro. My dick was hungry after going two weeks with no sex.” My phone buzzed and another of the guys hit me up. I quickly sent him the details and he replied back he was down. So, I gave him the address and he said he’d be there in 15 minutes. The first bud texted me that he had stopped for gas and would be there in about 10 minutes. I told Tre that they were coming. “You think that bitch and take some more big dicks?” “Yeah, and who do you know that’s bigger than you, bro? You know I rarely bottom, but for a big dick like yours, I like the challenge,” Tre said. I laughed, and told him the same thing I told Tyler. You’ll have to see it in person. He just laughed and agreed. I told him if he hits me back up we’ll see what happens. “You ready to go back in there and get him slammed again. Do you think another .7 or is that too much?” Tre just shrugged his shoulders and asked if I wanted him passed out again. I thought about it and the guys that were coming. “Well two of the guys that are coming are poz also. One has a biohazard tattoo on his back. Do you think the kid will figure it out if he sees that?” Tre just shook his head and said that he thought the kid was pretty naive, so probably not. “What about the third guy? Is he poz?” asked Tre. “I don’t know dude. Never met him before. But if he’s been playing with my bud raw, then there’s a good chance he is.” “Damn, we need to get the details. I don’t want no one freaking out and calling the cops on us,” Tre said. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Let me text my bud and find out.” As I texted my bud to ask the status of the guy he was bringing with him, Tre said he was going to go check and make sure Xavier was still snoring soundly and then go back to watch Javi breed Ty. He told me to text him to come back to the bathroom if we needed to talk more about the guys who are coming. Right then, my phone buzzed. Bro #1: Bro, he’s chill. My bud is poz too. He’s Blatino and got a 11.5” dick that’s pretty thick. Me: That’s what’s up. Any tattoos or things that identify him as poz? Bro #1: He’s got a biohazard tattoo like me. But his is on his left pec. Me: OK, the white bitch was a virgin until earlier tonight. He’s high as fuck but doesn’t seem to know about poz tattoos. I think. Who knows? We’ll just play it by ear. But tell your bud that this is a stealthing operation. Bro #1: Dude my dick just jumped. Hell yeah we’ll knock this bitch up for sure. My bud here just converted two weeks ago so his numbers are high. Me: Not as high as mine. 2.5 million viral load count. Bro #1: Fuck dude, he’s poz then. Me: Ya especially after I tore him up with my new PA. I then sent a bud a pic of my dick with the new PA in it. He was impressed and said they were both ready to breed. I was about to go join the others when my phone buzzed again. Bro #2: Yo bro, we gettin high? I haven’t nut in over a week. You know if I’m high I can shoot several loads. Me: Ya fo sure. I’ll get you slammed when you get here. Oh and we are stealthing the btm, so keep the poz talk on the DL. Bro #2: Fuck ya bro! I’m ready. See you soon. I joined the others back in the bedroom. Javi now had Ty on all fours and was fucking him hard while Tre had gotten in front of Ty and was letting him suck his dick. Tre was not fully hard yet, but I could see his dick coming back to life. I grabbed the cup of water that had since gone cold and told Tre I was going to get more hot water to get the slams ready. Ty pulled off of Tre’s dick and looked at me. “Can I get another slam too? Oh and some more G? I like that stuff!” said Ty. “Sure, baby boy. I want you to get high and enjoy all the big dicks in your ass. By morning, your hole ain’t gonna even know how to close.” I laughed and left the room. As I was leaving, I heard Ty mumble something about he didn’t want his hole to stop being fucked. Damn, he was a natural white pussy boy if I had ever met one. From virgin to BBC whore in less than 4 hours. I went to the bathroom and got more hot water. When I got back to the room, Tre already had the four points we used earlier opened and was filling them with T. “Who’s is who’s?” I asked. He looked at me and whispered if it mattered. I just kinda laughed and said no. I also pulled out three more points. “How much are you putting in each?” “.5 for me, you, and Javi. .8 for Ty. How much do you want for your buds that are coming?” asked Tre. I told him to do .5 for them as well. “You want to really get this party flowing, huh?” I just nodded. “I’ve never done more than .4 before but I figure a little extra boost will help me get rock hard again and let my poor nuts build up some more special seed,” Tre whispered. I don’t really know why we were whispering to each other. With all the grunts and groans coming from the bed, I doubt Ty could even hear us much less focus on what we were talking about. “OK, it seems like you know what you’re doing. I’m going to go get another Gatorade from the fridge and get the G ready.” As I was in the kitchen, my phone buzzed and my bro texted that he was here. I told him the apartment number and to come up. As I let him in, my bro with the bud texted that he was here too. So I gave him the apartment number. Soon all four of us were standing in the kitchen, and I gave them each the details of the situation. “OK, the white bitch cum slut was virgin until tonight. He’s high as fuck. We are all about to slam and take some G. I got slams with .5 ready for each of you.” The guy that was new to me just bugged out his eyes, so I stopped. “Is that going to be ok?” He said yeah he’d just never done more than .25 before. “That’s cool man, if you want less we can do that.” He just shook his head and said he was down to try a big slam, so I continued. “He is negative or was until we started fucking him. He can take dick like a champ and loves it rough. The harder and rougher you get, the better. Breed him and rough him up and let's make sure this bitch converts tonight.” They all agreed, so we headed to the bedroom. I led them back to the bedroom. As we walked in, Tre welcomed the guys and introduced himself, Javi, and Ty. He then said you guys obviously know Kenny, and asked them to introduce themselves. My first bro who came with the new bud said, “I’m Jay, and this is Mike,” pointing to his new bud. My second bud piped up and said, “I’m Chris. Let’s get this party going.” Ty watched the guys with hunger as they all stripped down to everything but their underwear. His eyes were glued to their packages and I seriously thought he was going to start drooling. Right about that time, Javi screamed he was going to bust, and he started pile driving into Ty. Ty looked back at Javi and said, “Yes, Javi! Give me your special seed. I need more cum deep in my white boy pussy from your big Latino dick.” Jay and Mike both just watched and smiled. Chris went to where Tre was and asked if he needed any help. He said no but looked at me and said the rigs were ready and asked me who was going first. “I think Ty should get his slam first so that he’s ready as soon as these guys get theirs.” I looked over at Ty, and he just looked back and gave me a big smile and thumbs up. I went over to Ty and told him to open up. I gave him 4 shots of G. I whispered to him that the extra one was so that he would be really horny and ready for all of us. He just smiled. I then grabbed his arm and told Tre to hand me the rig for Ty. Ty, already knowing what to expect, straightened out his arm to me and smiled. I found his vein quickly and told him to get ready. He nodded as I pulled back and got a register of blood. I then slowly depressed the plunger and pulled the needle out. He raised his arm over his head and immediately started to cough. I looked up and saw a little trickle of blood start to roll down his arm, and I just licked it up. Ty was too far gone in feeling the rush to notice. But, I distinctly heard Chris behind me say that was hot as fuck. I then went to my bros that just arrived, Jay and Chris, and gave each 2 shots of G and slammed them. Mike was next and said he’d never had G. I told him he’d love it. After he got 2 shots, he said it tasted awful. As Chris passed him the Gatorade, I told him to chase it and then take another sip and swish it around in his mouth to get rid of the taste. I then got Mike’s arm ready, found his vein, pulled back to get a register of blood, and then pushed the plunger into him. He raised his arm and started coughing like Ty. I looked at him and cocked my head, “You sure you done this before?” He was coughing still and looking at me trying to say something. After a few more coughs, he looked up and said, “Ya bro, but it’s been over a year, and I only did it once.” I looked at Jay and raised my eyebrows. “Don’t sweat it, Kenny. He’ll be fine. He wanted to do this. Plus, his dick is bigger than mine, so I know he’ll do some damage to the kid.” “Alright, but he’s your responsibility.” I looked back at Mike and asked, “You ok, bro?” He just had a stupid grin on his face and was massaging his dick through his underwear. He looked at me and told me he was cool and ready to fuck. Ty heard that and he got on all fours and presented his ass to the guys on my side of the room. As he did that a little fart came out of him and a huge glob of reddish cum pushed out of his ass and quickly dropped down to his balls and then fell to the bed. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be so crude,” Ty said worriedly. Tre, Javi, and I all chuckled. Mike, now fully hard, looked at the hole, the cum, and decided he’d had enough. He got up, pulled off his boxer briefs and walked over to Ty as Ty went bug eyed looking at the big dick pointing at him as it came near. When he got to Ty, he asked him if he was ready for more. Ty just nodded quickly as Mike slammed his entire dick in with one big shove. “Fuck, yes! This bitch is super wet and open but somehow still tight,” Mike exclaimed as he pulled out and slammed in again. He did that about 5 more times when he noticed the room was quiet and looked back at the rest of us. “Oh shit, man! I’m sorry. Did I go out of turn? Or were we supposed to wait?” “No, don’t stop!” Ty whined. “Kenny, please don’t make him stop. I’ll do anything you guys want, just keep fucking me. My pussy needs dick now. Fuck me harder, Mike. Please!” Mike stayed still waiting on our response. Meanwhile, Ty started fucking himself on Mike’s dick. “Mike, come on. Fuck me please. Damn, this is a big dick. I think you’re bigger than Tre.” I laughed. “Mike, shut that bitch up and fuck him. You heard him. He needs dick. Give him your big dick and fill his white boy pussy up with your special seed.” Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Ty’s hips and started pounding into him hard and fast. Ty just started moaning like the whore he was. Tre came up to me and told me he and Javi were ready for their G and slam. So I gave Tre and Javi their doses. Right as Javi was getting his plunger pushed in, Mike started grunting. “Take that big Blatino dick you white whore! You want this nut? I’m about to bust a big load deep in your pussy. Get ready!” Mike shouted. He then started shaking and pounding erratically as he started cumming in Ty who just moaned. When Mike was done, he slowly pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to Ty. He was breathing heavily as Ty turned around and started licking his still hard dick clean. He jumped at Ty’s tongue, but then said, “Fucking white boy cum slut. Clean that big Blatino dick off. Who’s next?” Mike asked as he looked at the rest of us. Jay got up, already fully naked and went to the bed and mounted Ty as he was still licking Mike’s dick clean. He just groaned and started pounding. From previous experience, I knew Jay wasn’t very vocal, just a lot of grunting. So, that’s what he did, grunted and pounded away at the sloppy wet white boy pussy. After licking up every drop of cum and blood that was coating Mike’s dick, Ty held it up straight from his body and said, “Damn, you are bigger than Tre.” Mike just laughed and said he was 11.5” of Grade A quality Blatino dick. Meanwhile, Jay was getting close and then started cumming in Ty. Ty just moaned and begged for his cum. He reached back and grabbed Jay’s ass cheeks to pull him into his ass deeper while still begging him for his cum. Chris had moved next to me right as I was about to push the plunger down on my rig to get my slam going again. “That’s one hot white boy. I can’t wait to give him my load, Kenny. I want to knock him up so bad. Do you still have a PA?” I looked at Chris and nodded. “Why?” I asked. “Well, I lost mine at the last party I was at. I took it off to clean it off because one of the bottoms hadn’t cleaned out properly and forgot where I laid it down. It was the next day when I realized it was not in my dick anymore. Do you think I can borrow yours? I want to do some damage to his insides,” Chris said. I just smiled at Chris and grabbed my green bag. “Oh, I got something special then.” I pulled out the spiked PA, and Chris’s eyes just bugged out and an evil grin spread across his face. “Fuck ya, bro! Where did you get that? I need one just like it.” I told him I’d hook him up later, but for now, he needed to put it on because Jay was almost done. Jay meanwhile was still grunting and thrusting into Ty while Ty was just moaning and begging for every last drop of cum. Chris quickly put the PA in and moved his hips back and forth so his big dick slapped against his thighs. That sound caught Ty’s attention, and he looked up to see what was making that sound. Ty saw Chris’s dick swinging back and forth and could probably see that there was a PA in it, but Chris was moving it too fast for him to see just what it looked like. Ty just started licking his lips and looked up at Chris and asked, “How do you want me? I’m ready to please you sir!” I laughed and whispered in Chris’s ear what to do. “Tell him you want him on his back. That way he can see the PA before you shove it in. And make sure you shove it in balls deep the first thrust. Trust me he can take it. If he gives you any grief about the PA, just tell him that he either gets fucked with it, or he doesn’t get your dick at all. Trust me, he’ll take the dick.” Chris just grinned. Looking back at the bed, Ty was cleaning off Jay’s dick. Chris walked up to the bed and told Ty, “When you’ve cleaned off his big dick, I want you on your back with you holding your knees to your shoulders with your head on the pillows. That way the guys over there can see our profiles as I tear your ass up with this 13” mandingo dick.” Ty just moaned and got into position quickly. Chris mounted the bed and approached Ty and his openly presented hole while stroking his big dick. Ty, who couldn’t help himself, looked down to see what was about to enter his white boy pussy. He noticed the PA right away and the size of Chris’s dick. “Whoa, Chris. What is that thing? It looks scary.” Chris looked at Ty and said, “It’s called a Prince Albert or PA. It’s a piercing that goes through someone’s dick head. It’s usually curved like a circle and makes fucking feel so much better. Trust me, all the bottoms love it.” Ty just looked at him and shrugged. “OK,” Ty said and then looked at me. “Kenny, I’m not feeling the G yet. Can I get some more?” I just chuckled. I knew he was probably already sweating some of the G out by the sheen of sweat that was covering his entire body, but I went over to him with the Gatorade and the vile of G. Chris just sat back on his haunches and grinned. I gave Ty 3 more shots of G which he quickly rinsed out with the Gatorade. “No more than 10 minutes, and you’ll be feeling that,” I told him. I knew it was also a little early for the G to kick in. Between Mike and Jay, both only fucked Ty for like 5 minutes a piece or less so the first round of G hadn’t really kicked in yet. “What are you waiting for, Chris? Ty told you to fuck him with the PA. Let him see how it feels. If he really likes it, I can put mine and fuck him with mine too.” “You have one too?” Ty asked. “Sure do, buddy! Mine is like the one Chris has, but I have two others that you can look at and see if you want me to try a different kind on you too. But make sure you make Chris happy and get his nut. Go ahead, Chris. Breed that hot white boy pussy.” Chris, no longer ready to wait, positioned his dick head at Ty’s hole that was still open and leaking pinkish cum. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, white boy. I own the boys I fuck and destroy their pussies with my big mandigo dick. You ready for it?” “Give it to me, please! Chris, fuck me hard with that big black dick!” “No, this is a mandingo dick, bitch. Do you know the difference?” asked Chris. “A mandingo dick is larger than 12”. Mine is 13”, so respect the difference. It’s not just a black dick. It’s a black mandingo dick.” Ty giggled and said, “Chris, please give me your black mandingo dick. I want you to make my pussy yours and fill it up with your nut.” Chris just grinned sadistically and looked at me then back at Ty. “Be careful what you wish for white boy cum slut!” Chris then slammed his entire dick into Ty’s hole with one hard, ravage thrust. Ty howled out as the six spikes on the PA ripped into the walls of his hole, then his rectum, then his inner hole, and then into the walls of his large intestine. Chris quickly put one hand over Ty’s mouth and the other around his neck. “Don’t scream that loud anymore. I’m going to fuck your pussy, and you’re going to love every minute of it.” Chris pulled all the way out causing Ty to scream into his hand. “What did I say, bitch?” Ty just started crying and Chris said, “Don’t scream again. You can moan like the whore you are, but if you scream I won’t fuck you anymore.” I could tell by the look in Ty’s eyes that he was torn about getting fucked or having to endure the pain. Right about then his eyes glazed over. I whispered in Chris’s ear that the G was kicking in and to go ahead and rip the bitch up. Chris slammed his entire dick back into Ty. What started as a scream erupted from Ty but quickly turned into a moan. So Chris did it again and again, only getting moans from Ty. Chris felt Ty’s ass involuntarily gripping his dick as he was slamming into him. So he started to move his hips around and grind his dick deep inside of Ty. The spikes started grabbing and ripping into the walls of Ty’s large intestine. Ty’s eyes went wide, and he started to lean up, but then his tongue came out of his mouth and he collapsed on the bed. “Shit, he passed out again,” Tre said. “Good, now I’ll really fuck this bitch up,” Chris exclaimed. And that’s what he did. His hips went into overdrive. He fucked, slammed in and out, ground his dick in circles. He pulled his dick out and it was covered in blood and cum. By this time, everyone was gathered around watching and getting even more turned on. Javi said, “Chris, just push in and out quickly on his hole. Make it rip open more and bleed. Tear that shit up!” Chris moaned, loving the idea, did just that. Javi then said, “OK, now go in deep and do the same thing to his inner hole!” Sounds of agreement and encouragement came from all of us as Chris tore up Ty’s inner hole. He pulled out to show us his dick even more streaked with red. This time it was Tre’s turn to make a suggestion, “Now pull go inch by inch into his ass and rotate your hips around. Make sure those spikes are hitting his ass walls and tearing into them. We want to make sure that all of our loads have a chance to knock this bitch up and make him the poz cum dump we know he’s destined to be.” Chris just gave a sinister laugh. “You guys are just as fucked up and freaky as I am. I love it. He’s passed out and we are ripping this white boy up from the inside out so we can make him a toxic poz cum dump. This is my kinda party.” Chris did as he was told until Tre told him to do the same thing to his large intestine past his inner hole. Chris plunged in deeper and continued to do circles with his dick to make sure the spikes tore up the white boy good. Chris pulled all the way back out. This time his dick was almost completely coated in blood and the cum that oozed out of Ty’s hole was redder than it had been all night. “Fuck ya! Look at that. I’m about to nut.” We encouraged Chris to fuck him hard and that’s what he did. He started long dicking Ty again, pulling all the way out and slamming all the way back in. After about 10 thrusts like that, Chris grunted and started shaking. Balls deep in Ty, he unloaded his pent up nut that he had been storing for over a week. Chris finally drained, pulled out of Ty as cum just poured out of the gaped open hole. Even though the cum had gotten a little less red from all the nut that Chris had shot inside him, it was still pretty dark. Ty was still passed out. I looked around me, and there wasn’t a single guy that wasn’t hard as a rock and all were stroking their dicks. “OK, guys! I say while he’s passed out, we DP this bitch as much as we can to really rip his hole open wide. Tre and Javi, do you want to go first? I mean it is your place and all.” Tre just high fived Javi. Javi got on the bed on his back while the guys picked Ty up and folded him in half and lowered him onto Javi’s dick. A small moan escaped Ty’s mouth as the guys laid him flat on Javi’s chest. Tre got behind them and slammed his entire cock up in Ty’s ass at once. Ty moaned a little louder. “Fuck, Tre! This bitch is getting hard again. Keep fucking him rough and maybe we can make him cum hands free again,” Javi said. “I’ve got a better idea. We each pair off: Javi and Tre, Jay and Mike, and me and Chris. We each get three minutes to DP the bitch. Whichever pair can make him cum hands free gets to be the first to fist his hole after we’ve all nut in him again.” “No fair!” Jay shouted. “You and Chris have the biggest dicks!” “I know! That’s why we are going to win. But why are you complaining, we can all fist him! It’s just the winners get to go first,” I said. Jay shrugged and agreed. “OK, Javi and Tre. Your time starts now!” ******************** I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Who do you want to win? Should the biggest dicks win or is Ty too close to the edge already? Does Ty wake up to being DP or being fisted? Let me know your thoughts. Any feedback is always appreciated.

I was at my local gay nightclub when I spotted a group of lads – all dressed up. One caught my eye – he was wearing a superhero costume and unusually had the muscles to fill it out. We started dancing and became aware that through the tight lycra I could also see that he had the bulge to fill it. I said to him “looks like you really are a hero!”. He replied – “that’s not all lad – I’ve got a superpower too”. I asked him what it was and he said “I call my cock The Power because it gets guys pozzed first time”. I was taken aback and he laughed “shocked yeh?”. I nodded but kept dancing and he moved closer so we could grind together. He whispered in my ear “and tonight I’m pozzing you”. I said back “but I’ve never wanted pozzed before”. And the superhero said “when you meet The Power that changes and you know you need my poz cum in you – don’t worry it’s normal – want me to be YOUR hero?”. I hugged him tight and said “yes sir, I need a hero!”. We went back to his place and stripped off. When released from the superhero outfit The Power sprang out and was huge even soft. I whispered – “no wonder you call it The Power – it’s huge!” and he replied “and it don’t shoot blanks”. We made out for a bit and then he said “wanna suck”. I struggled to get such a monster in my mouth! But I managed and I sucked him and sucked him until I begged please I need The Power in me. He replied “need a hero?”. I told him I did and when he asked why I told him it was because I needed pozzed with his massive weapon. He growled “ready to feel The Power?”. Yes Sir! He pushed The Power deep into me and I moaned “wow you really are a hero”. He replied that he knew and started to plough my hole deep and I moaned in pleasure – “wow I know why you call that cock The Power”. He said “yeh, it barebacks all the twinks – beg me to use my superpower”. “Poz me with The Power - make me yours – be my hero”. He growled “here comes twink – the poz cum – making you a real man now”. I begged “give it to me, poz me with the Power”. He shot his load in me. We hugged for a bit with his meaty cock still inside me then I feel asleep in his muscular arms”.

Was out with a friend in NYC. Met a handsome hot guy at the bar. My friend decided to go home, I decided I should too. But once we said good bye at the subway I decided I wanted another drink and to go see if the hot guy was still there. Oh he was!! We had several drinks and then he said he was going to the Cock Bar. He asked if I wanted to join him and I said "of course" We hopped in an Uber and headed to the cock in the middle of the snow storm. We had a couple drink and then he brought me over to the dark corner cave area. Pulled out his cock... I dropped to my knees and started sucking his big hot cock. After a couple of minutes he leaned down and said he wanted my ass. I qucikly dropped my pants and leaned over. Spit in my had and lubed my ass up. His hard big cock slid in and damn it felt good. Been to long since I had been fucked. He fucked me good and then leaned over and told me he was about to breed my ass, then he pounded his load deep in my hole. Oh it felt so good. Before I could lean up, my ass was filled with another cock. This guy was pounding to blow his load. I looked around and the hot guy was watching with a smile. After several more guys and loads, he leaned over and said let's get a drink. I had another drink with him. Then he said lets go. We walked to the subway, kissed and said good bye. I turned around and went back. Got a drink, went back to the dark corner, dropped my pants and lost track of how many cocks and loads I took before the bar closed and I stumbled my way home happy and very full of cum!

as a top, it depends on the mood and the situation, and the fellow mating partner / the bottom… it’s kind of different according to the shape of encounter itself. Sometimes, if I’m hot and horny for someone in particular, I love to fuck and enjoy being inside of him as long as possible, to fuck him every way possible, and I love my body to be a part of him through intercourse. Unloading into him is just the natural outcome and a must. It’s about being close with him, marking him and having him carry my seed which would make me proud eventually. Sometimes I love to fuck from one man to the next, e.g. while group banging. Then I’m more for quantity than quality, sex becomes a fulfillment when sharing it with as many as possible, then it’s about fucking in the first place. I’d let my dick go free and decide on its own, when to unload, no matter in whom. I cherish the memories of group sex, when I fucked almost everyone in the room but was so dizzy that I don’t recall, who finally got my load - and it doesn’t even matter. As memories can be tricky, it still can appear as if I have cum with everyone, which feels incredibly fulfilling. Having shared a load with one of the group thus feels like having shared it with everyone there, as long as I’ve made sure that I have fucked with whoever possible. And sometimes there are times, when I’m not horny, not in the mood and hardly think of sex (yes, happens, too, at times 😁), and there’d still be a bottom reaching out just to have his hole bred. I don’t mind if I happen to be the next available and handy servicing breeder, just to drop pants, deposit my load in him, get my pants again and go home. Sometimes, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do 💦

I got a text message from a guy who saw my ad in the personals of Lacanto. The text said cum to hotel Palazzo Versace Hotel suite 48 at 9am 2/2/2022. That was the night before, I texted back saying I would be there. This morning got up early gave myself a good clean out, an headed to the hotel, knocked on the door and this Arab answered the door, I thought I had the wrong suite when he asked if I was from the ad, I said yes, and he invited me in, where there was another Arab there too. The first said that they were looking for a bottom to use. I said well I like being used and I started to strip, both looked my up and down then told me to get on my knees, they both pulled there cocks out, the first was about 7" flaccid, to other was 4" flaccid but thick, Grabbed the big cock first and started sucking it to get it hard in my mouth, he was thick but not as thick as the other cock, he did grow an extra inch as I sucked him off,I was looking up at him with his cock in mouth and he said do I like it rough, I nodded and as I did he thrust his shaft deeper down my throat causing me to gag a little. He told me to get on my hands and knees which I did, he came around to the back of me and without lube started to push his cock inside me, whilst his friend who was semi hard forced his very thick cock into me mouth, my hole was hurting from the lack of lube, but he kept pushing his cock into me until he was balls deep, then he started slapping my ass calling me a dirty faggot that needs superior Arab cock in him. I was sucking the guy and his cock was hurting my jaw as it was that thick, it was also causing me to gag as it was hitting my tonsils, he was getting harder from me gagging and watching his friend fuck me. They switched places and the guy with very thick cock and I mean it was as thick as a coke can probably thicker, drove his cock into my hole causing me gasp in pain as I teared up, when the other guy shoved his cock down my throat, saying all white men will server Arab cock, they fucked me for a good 90 minutes taking turns with my mouth and fuck hole. My hole hafd loosened up thanks to the very thick cock, he was once again inside me pumping hard slapping my ass which was very red now, when I felt him thrust deep into me one last time as he started cumming inside me, he pulled out had me clean his head, whilst I got fucked again by the large cock, he was pulling his cock all the way out and ramming it back into my hole telling me he was pushing the cum deeper so it would never cum out, he kept this up for a good 15 minutes before he started cumming inside me. Told me to get dressed and leave, which I did. My hole is very sore now, but all I can think about is that really thick cock.

I do want to share a new development. I met a guy offf Grindr recently. He was persistent I’ll give him that, and one night after a few nights of talking over snap I just decided what the hell and drove to his apartment. I buzzed the intercom and walked up the stairs before entering his door he opened for me. Soon we were naked and he was rimming me which was sending waves of pleasure coursing up my body before he entered me. He fucked me for about 10 minutes before pulling out and fisting his cock. He knew from our earlier conversations that I wanted to be bred, and he jerked his cock near my stretched hole building his orgasm. The suspense was so hot, I knew it was coming, but not knowing when he was going to thrust into me made me hornier than ever. I fisted my would cock in anticipation, and when he did thrust forward, I started spewing my own cum over my stomach matching the load he was fucking into my ass. Maybe if I hadn’t been cumming at that moment too I would’ve felt him blow this load in me, but fuck if I didn’t enjoy the moment. The last week has been a whirlwind, I just joined this site, posted this story to positive reviews, (thank you all), and suddenly after all these years of fantasizing, I just took my first load. Not sure if I’m ready to join the poz train yet as this guy was neg, but now I can finally say, I’ve had a man cum in my ass. 😈

• Here's a new story for you guys. I have the first two chapters written and the rest is outlined... Enjoy... xxx • Our Boyfriends’ Cummy Holes Chapter 1 of 5. Andy and I were pals at work. We flirted with each other around the office, but nothing too serious. Andy was a nice guy, and I bet he didn’t know what I pig I could be. I knew Andy had a really serious boyfriend and didn’t want to screw that up for him. I’d been seeing a guy but we’d decided to give each other some space for a while, but more on that later. After a frisky day of Andy teasing me at the office, he invited me out for a beer after work and we chatted. I confessed that his flirtations turned me on. He asked if I wanted to get to know him and his partner better. Andy’s boyfriend, Luke, looked very sexy in the photos he showed me on his phone, tall, husky, furry, and a great smile. He was a bit older and rarely went out. I guess you could say in spite of his handsome looks, he was shy, which made Andy’s biggest turn on a little tough to explore. Andy scooted closer to me and put his hand on my shoulder, pulling me towards him and discreetly whispering. He told me that he was a huge exhibitionist and loved putting on a show with Luke. I nodded and told him that sounded hot. He told me he sometimes invited a guy or two over to watch him fuck Luke in their bedroom. He was hoping to get a chance to fuck Luke in a more public setting sometime. I asked if he’d ever seen Luke take someone else’s cum and he shook his head no. I asked why he was telling me this and he told me he’d heard rumors that I had a wild side. I told him he might be right. I went on to tell Andy that I’d had some fun public times with my former main squeeze. I chuckled to myself as Andy confessed what he thought was so filthy, not knowing the raunchy things I’d done with my boy. I asked if he wanted to know about those kinds of things I had gotten up to with my boyfriend. He eagerly nodded. I told him to get comfortable. Back when I had a steady boyfriend, we’d done our fair share of swapping and hooking up. I told Andy that I used to love sliding into my boy’s ass after he’d just taken someone else’s load. Andy asked for more details. I told Andy about our trip to Spain, where I went bent my boyfriend over in the backroom of a gay bar. The locals and tourists watched me bareback him and jerked off to us fucking. When I finished inside my boy and pulled out with a juicy plop, a stranger walked over and without asking, shot a big juicy load all over my boy’s cum-oozing hole. Some splattered across his smooth cheeks and crack, but some shot directly into his stretched-open hole. It turned us both on, and freaked us both out. Another guy stepped up like he wanted a turn, and my boy stood up and said, ‘all done for tonight,’ and then pulled up his pants. We made a quick exit. How had we gone from being exhibitionists on holiday to him having a stranger spay his cum right onto, and even into, his open hole? When we got back to our hotel, my boy asked what we should do. I suggested I eat his ass and suck as much of that strangers cum off and out of him as possible, then maybe a soothing hot bath. Eating that stranger’s cum, mixed with my own made me so hard. I suggested I fuck him again to see if my dick head could squeegee out his guts. He moaned as I railed his tender hole and filled him up again. I ate that seed up too before we climbed into the tub together. Andy cleared his throat muttering, ‘a stranger’s cum in your boy’s hole, and you ate it…’ I grinned and asked if he wanted me to go on. Andy nodded. To be continued…

I found a versatile guy on an app that was close to me. We chatted and decided that he was horny with a weeks load and wanted a hole to unload in. I told him I was an assup bottom in need. I drove to his place and went to the door. He opened it whearing a white robe and let me in. As soon as the door was closed he grabbed my ass. We talked about it and we wanted to get right to it. He led me to his bed and we stripped. He pushed me flat on my stomach and climbed on, he spread my ass and I felt his Young in my ass. It felt great. He then pushed a lube finger up my ass. The lube he used was cool and it really excited my hole. Next he moved up on me and started pushing his cock up me. I hadn't seen his cock yet, only felt it. He said he was average with a big head and thick base. His head poped in and he pushed in. It felt great, just what I needed. He didn't take long to cum, I felt him throb in my ass. I thought he would pull out and it would be over. He stayed in my telling me how great my ass felt. He was soft after he came but I could swear that I could feel his cock growing. To my surprise he started moving again and in no time he was fucking me again. With his first load in me my hole was really slippery. It was driving me crazy. He climbed higher on me and forced his entire cock up my asx. He was right, his cock wss thick at the base and it was spreading me wide. I am a noisy fuck and this really had me making noise. He said " Oh Yeah" and shoved deep. At that angle he hit bottom between the surprise of getting split and him hitting bottom, my head and shoulder came up off the bed. He shoved my shoulders back down and I felt his cock throbbing again. I hadn't expected a second load and it felt huge. I used my ass muscles to try to milk every drop out and into me. After we were done he said that I should get loaded all the time with a butt like mine. We are going to get together sometime in the future

Not that I disagree with the main point you're making - resolve those consent and limits questions BEFOREHAND - but I do have a quibble, as usual, with the broad brush painting. *Some* tops do exist to cater to bareback bottoms, some *do* like when the bottom takes charge of what happens. You may not be one of them (and in fact, they may not be all that common) but it's always a bad idea, in my book, to prescribe a behavior that one thinks is obligatory for all members of a group - either a group that the person belongs to, or a group that he wants to have sex with.

Part 5 My friend handed the plug with a small shard. I pushed the shard up the kid and then worked the plug in. The kid said it burnt a little . He was well on his way for the next part of his conversion to pig slut I walked around in front of the kid and asked him if we wanted a taste of want was in his ass. He had glassy eyes and managed to say yes. He sniffed my cock like a dog and then started licking it, I was shrinking fast so I pushed it in his mouth, it felt great. He sucked a little on me and I was able so squirt a little chem piss in his moth. He said that it tasted bitted but not bad. All I though is this kid is going to be fun. My friend was checking the kids ass and package and said to got to see this. I went around behind and say the kids ass trying to suck the base of the plug into his ass and below that was a fully had dripping cock. I know the kid had a lot of Tina up his ass and he had a hardon. After he is converted he will definitely be sharing and spreading his DNA. We untied the kid and had him sit in a chair. It was an old fashioned wooden chair, wasn’t real comfortable but with the wood seat it will keep a plug firmly planted in place. He was concerned it was over an di assured him we still have a lot to go as long as he still wanted it. I figured with all drugs in him and the fact he hadn’t cum he would want more. I was right and he laughed ad said “ Bring it on “. We gave the kid some Gatorade to drink. He mentioned it tasted funny. I looked at my friend and he held up a couple fingers indicating just a little. The kid said he was really thirsty and he finished the bottle in no time at all. I told him to go to the bathroom, cleans out if he needed to but if he pissed he had to put it in the empty Gatorade bottle. While he was gone I asked my friend how much and what was in there. He told me less than half a dose of G. It was all he had but the Guys coming were bring supplies and points to use on the Kid. I told him that it looks like we would not be going to the bath tonight. He said that he talked to 3 guys that were coming, might be able to get more. Two of them had nice cocks, probably around 8” or more and both had very HVL. I asked who was the third and he told me Frank. I knew him. We was about 6’, probably weighted no more than 150. Full blown AIDS who’s mission in life was to convert and destroy any asses he could before he died. His cock was about 10”, very thick and he had a PC and a Jacobs ladder. He was always high on something and used Trimix to keep a had on when he played. He was nasty and loved hearing guys scream when he raped them. I was concerned for the kid on this one. The kid came back out with almost a full bottle of deep yellow piss. I told him to take a drink. He looed at me and hesitated and then took a small drink. I asked him how he lied it, he said he didn’t, I told him he will develop a tase for it. I motioned for him lay on the floor, we attached a spreader bar to his ankles, then we put a hoist on the bar that was attached to the ceiling. We lifted the kid upside down until his mouth was about cock height. What we didn’t tell the kid was that both my friend and I filled a bottle with our chem piss. We put a special home made funnel with a flay plug in his ass. At the same time I put a cock strap in his cock and sinched it down, we poured the two bottles of tina piss in the kid, letting gravity pull it deep into his guts, when he started to complain about the pressure I stuffed my cock in hi moth, he instinctively stared to milk and suck my cock. When the bottles were empty we put an expanding plug in his ass. I wanted he piss to stay in for a while. I rubbed his belly some to help with any cramps he might be getting and to get it to go deeper. I asked him if he could feel it and he mumbled yes. I told him only the nastiest worthless fag sluts let piss go in their asses and drink it.

2. Our dinner ended up turning into drinks, which turned into getting home late. Mike was in a wild mood after his day of getting fucked and I was along for the ride. We crashed back into our apartment around three in the morning both drunker than we meant to be. The next morning, I woke up late. I had the day off, and nowhere to be so I just laid in bed, naked, with my morning wood pressing into my sheets, slightly hung over. As I stroked my cock a little I thought about what Mike had said the day before about not getting off any more. It, well, it intrigued me somehow. How could he keep from coming for long periods of time I wondered? As I edged slowly I started to feel that just my own hand around my cock wasn’t what I needed. Hearing Mike get destroyed yesterday had me in a bottoming mood. I needed a hard, raw cock of my own. I got on Scruff and started looking. I felt picky. I wanted someone I wouldn’t normally chat up. Someone a little older than me, beefy, hairy. I wanted a man, a daddy to come take my hole. Then there he was a hot bald guy with a bare broad chest covered in dark hair. He was 56 said his profile, 6’-1” and 210. He was perfect. I didn’t muck around with being coy. I messaged him and told him I thought he was hot. He responded quickly, saying thank you and telling me I was hot too. He asked what I was doing and in response I sent him a picture of me laying in bed, the sheets barely covering my hard cock. Damn boy, you trying to get me hard. Maybe, I replied, and unlocked my album. He responded with his. I was suddenly confronted with a long fat cock in a nest of salt and pepper hair. My cock twitched. I needed him. Fuck Sir! I messaged back You want that hard cock boy? Yes! When are you free? Right now! You want my load? Yes! Please come breed me. I sent him my address, and then he was on his way. I didn’t bother getting dressed. I just pulled on a Bike jock, and waited. It didn’t take him long to buzz my building and then the hot daddy was in my apartment. I greeted him at the door in my jock, he grinned and started to strip off. I had intended to get him into my bedroom but I knew Mike was gone at work till later that evening, so I didn’t stop him. I wanted him so bad that honestly it didn’t matter. This feeling though, wasn’t really anything new, I had been in a horny cock lust before, what was different was the decision I had come to when I saw the man expose his own slightly yellowed jock… I was not going to get off in this encounter; this was about him and my hole, not my cock. “Fucking sexy horny boy,” he said in a seductive low growl. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. I he pressed his bearded face against my lips and I opened my mouth to accept him inside. He kissed me passionately, and I happily accepted him. His hands roamed over my body, pulling at me, and pressing me. He walked me slowly back towards the couch, and eventually knocked me back onto it. He broke our kiss, and I was now eye level with his bulging jock. Without prompting I pulled the pouch to the side and allowed his fat cock to spring aside. It was just as it had been in the pictures. Fat, long, with a broad head, sprouting from a thick mass of salt and pepper pubes, it bobbed in front of my face. I swallowed hard, getting my mouth wet and swallowed half of it in one go. He groaned and put his hands on the back of my head. I pushed forward, opening my throat. I was no stranger to swallowing a thick cock, and I put all my skills into this. Spit was dripping from the corners of my mouth and my chin was slick when he finally pulled his cock out of my mouth and smiled. He looked down at me, my mouth still open, and without warning, spat in my mouth. I swallowed. “Now, ass up boy, I’m going to eat that hole before I breed it” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I flipped over so my back was on the back of the couch and my hole was presented to him. He dove right in. His beard was perfectly rough against my furry cheeks and his wide tongue lapped at my hole. I moaned into the couch cushions as I felt him slowly start to open me up. His tongue applied a steady flick that made my pucker twitch and then flutter open. He dove deeper and deeper with each flick till his tongue was flicking in and out of my hole. He was steadily fucking me with his tongue and I was grunting happily into the couch for God knows how long. I felt like putty in his hands. “Fuck, I could eat your ass all day boy, but we both know that’s not what you need is it?” “No, Sir.” “What do you need boy?” He was now rubbing his fingers against my hole. “I need your cock. I need you to breed me.” “Good answer boy.” Then I felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock against my hole. A big drop of spit fell on my hole and he started to press in. I took a deep breath and pressed out, opening my hole for him. We both groaned as he slid deep inside me. I whimpered, and he started to fuck me. It was exactly the fuck I had needed. Deep and hard, his cock head banged against my prostate over and over and my pussy stretched slowly around his cock. I felt myself growing looser and wetter as he used me. He kept his hands on my hips, holding me into place as he fucked me. Over and over again he slide in and out of me, till sweat sprung up on both of our bodies. We were panting, and he was pounding deeper and deeper. I had started grunting and begging for his load. Then finally he grunted, “I’m going to breed your sweet cunt boy. Take my fucking load.” “God! Yes! Breed me!” I breathed out in ecstasy as I felt load after load of cum spurt into my hole. He collapsed forward, resting on my back. “Flip over boy, lets see that cock shoot.” “No, sir,” I said, “Please. I want this to just be about your load.” “Good boy, that’s fucking hot.” He slowly pulled out. “In that case. I’ll go and leave you to enjoy your cummy hole.” I watched him get dressed, and then before leaving say “Hit me up when you want another load.” When the door closed behind him I breathed heavily for a minute. That had been so hot, and unlike my usual hookups I wasn’t satiated. I was still horny as fuck, and possibly starting to understand what Mike had meant.

I have been bicurious my entire life, but I was only ever really interested in girls until my early 20s. I always had a girlfriend, but when she and I split, I started exploring my curious side. I started watching gay porn, and soon I found myself more interested in guy on guy videos than with a woman involved. I never really acted on the impulse and probably pissed off a few guys on Grindr during my experiental stage, but I never did meet up with another man. It was just dirty talk and gay porn. One thing in particular though was bareback videos, I really enjoyed watching them. It was probably due to always wearing a condom with girlfriends and one night stands in the past, but getting fucked by another man looked so raw and risky that I found it extremely hot. I would watch some guy getting fucked on the screen by a group of guys, and always wondered what it would feel like to have cum shoot up my ass. Could I actually feel a man cumming inside me, or would it just get really wet? I desperately wanted to feel it, but after a quick and scary search on STIs on google, I knew I would probably never have the courage to actually go do it. That left having a relationship with a guy, but truthfully my gay feelings leaned more towards the more carnal side and I really didn’t want any of the baggage that comes with a relationship. One night I was jerking off watching a video showing a cum dripping hole getting bounded in a gangbang. Fuck it was hot, there were multiple men all jerking their cocks waiting to fuck this guy who had barely any time to breath around the cocks invading his mouth. I watched a hairy chub add his load to the others before navigating away fom the page, browsing through other videos, the more riskier the better. Finally my eyes fell upon a video called poz me up, and the thumbnail showed a guy with a biohazard tattoo. It was incredible, the perfect POV where the bottom was fiming, and the video started with the top fisting his cock making the bottom beg for his load. The top then spit on his cock and viciously rammed it inside the bottom’s ass and started thrusting deep. I jerked my cock furiously as I watched the video unfold. This young man, with his legs high in the air, moaned as he took the hung cock in his ass. The top started vocally anouncing he was about to cum and the bottom cried out begging for the charged load. I groaned as I shot cum all over my stomach watching the top’s cock suddenly have a white foaming coating that was growing with every thrust. I felt a rush of euphoria imaging myself holding the camera and I took some of my cum from my stomach and started smearing it on my hole. I pushed it inside with a finger as I watched the top slide his cock out. As I massaged my hole with my own cum, for a brief moment I admit, I wanted to take a charged load, I was jerking off almost constanly afterwards to bareback videos, always listening to the bottom’s moans as they were getting pounded, and one night I just had enough. I wanted to get fucked, and I was horny enough that I didn’t really care by whom, I just needed my cherry popped. After about 5 minutes on Grindr I signed out and I googled the city I was in, and gay entertainment. Almost immediately an advertisement came up for a sex party that was happening that night in the local bathhouse. I was intrigued, and GPS told me it was only about 15 miles away. I pulled out on the street, following the directions on my phone to the bathhouse, and about 10 minutes later I made the last turn onto the street. Driving past there were only regular store fronts, so I parked my vehicle on a side street and ducked around into the back alley. Sure enough I could see a number of men smoking in front of a nondescript doorway leading inside of a building. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked towards the doorway, turned the door knob, and stepped inside. There was a long staircase leading up which I ascended slowly feeling my hesititation building. As I got to the top, I came to a teller sitting behind a window next to a closed door on her phone. “$21 please.” he said boredom creeping around his voice. I quickly paid and stepped through the door, accepting a towel, combination to a locker, and a condom from the teller. I walked into the locker room, and quickly undressed. There were a couple of men hanging around, one completely naked and my eyes went to his semi erect cock. It looked to be around 7 inches, thick, and uncut. I wanted to go over there and suck it, but was nervous and decided to do some exploring first. The place was quite busy, and I could hear the sounds of sex coming from doorways as I walked down the hallway. Quick glances inside would show guys bent over getting pounded by other men, and their moans created a chorus as I walked past. This was really happening, I was in a bath house surrounded by gay men, and I was only wearing a towel. My cock already started to get hard in nervous anticipation. I could start to feel eyes upon me, and I swallowed my nervousness hoping I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. I entered a main room full of men talking, it looked like a social area and I wondered how to break the ice. I have never been to this club, but judging from this crowd, tonight’s party seemed to have a large turn out. I started to turn towards the bar when saw a cock sticking out of the wall in an adjacent hallway full of guys. It was a big cut cock sticking out of a gloryhole awaiting attention, and now I couldn’t resist myself. I walked over, knelt down, took it into my mouth, and started sucking it eagerly. I rolled my tongue around its head before relaxing my throat and taking as much of it as I could before gagging. I coughed a little and refocussed on its head, sucking its tip feeling the owner flinch at the sensation. This was the first cock I had ever sucked and I started stroking as I knew I liked it while my mouth focused on its head. Suddenly I felt hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto the cock and I fought the urge to gag. The cock started thrusting down my throat, and I was held in place by whoever was behind me. Soon I could hear the guy grunt on the other side of the wall and his cock swelled in my mouth. He thrust it forward and started pouring cum straight down the back of my throat. I had only tasted my own cum before, and this man’s was no different. A slightly salty and coppery taste, but delicious nonetheless. Mercifully the hands left the back of my head and I was able to back away from the gloryhole, slipping the cock out of my mouth feeling it drain cum in my mouth as I withdrew. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?” a guy said walking up to me and jerking his cock. My first taste to cum made me want it even more, and I could feel my cock straining beneath my towel. I opened my mouth showing him the cum left in my mouth before swallowing it, “I do want more.” I informed him. His answer was to take me by the back of the head and feed his cock into my mouth. I let him face fuck me till I put my hand on his shaft and start stroking him and swirling my tongue over its tip. Another guy came up to my left presenting his cock, and I took it in my other hand while I continued to suck the first man. I alternated my mouth to the newcomer’s cock and felt someone pull my towel away, and a finger started probing my ass. I obediently spread my legs and came up of my knees presenting my hole to the stranger, and he massaged it while pushing against my sphincter causing a little bit of pain. “You’re tight.” came his voice from behind me. I took a cock out of my mouth long enough to mumble back, “I’ve never been fucked before.” “Virgin bottom?” the guy who’s dick I was sucking on asked, “I take it you’re here to change that?” “Mmm hmm...” I said around his cock in my mouth as butterflies started to form in my stomach. “Lets go then.” he said and he took his cock out of my mouth and started walking further down the hallway. I followed him, weaving around the gathered men, and nervously stared at his nude backside suddenly realizing I had left my condom back at the gloryhole. It didnt look like he had one either, and I suddenly felt certain he was planning on not wearing one. Holy fuck this was risky, but my nervousness was also lined with anticipation, I wanted this bad, and I stayed close to him as he turned a corner and opened a door. He led me into a room that had a bed in the corner and a sex swing in the middle. He started to push me towards the bed before stopping. “You wanna try the swing tonight?” I felt a quiver of fear move up my spine. Random men, complete strangers, was this what I truly wanted? If he put me in the swing more men might fuck me, and my mind went to one of the many gay porn videos I had watched. The good little bottom in the swing, the top who’s fucking him, I had jerked off imagining myself in this exact position, and right now the rush I was pulling me past the point of reason. Whatever would speed his cock inside of me was okay with me. “Sure.” I replied after a few seconds’ pause. “Okay lets put you in then.” It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was lying back in a swing with my feet up and my ass presented. He tied my hands to my feet which concerned me but soon I stopped caring after he knelt down front of me and started licking my asshole. The sensation of his tongue rimming me was amazing, and slowly but surely he was able to squeeze one, then two fingers inside around his tongue’s attention. I could see him jerking his cock and soon it was rock hard. He took some lube and smeared it on my ass and his cock before probing my hole with its head. And then it happened, with no condom on, and no protest from me, a stranger slid his bare cock into my ass. I could feel a bit of pain as my hole fought its entry, but little by little I could feel it slide in with each push he made. Soon though the pain started to subside and I felt my asshole relax. He started to fuck me deeper and deeper, the swing providing no resistance to his thrusts. Involuntary gasps, grunts, and moans started escaping my lips as I could feel his cock invading me. I decided to squeeze his cock with my sphicter, and he grunted in respnonse and started to pound into me harder. The sensations I could feel were amazing, and and were heightened even more so by seeing his bare cock thrusting into me. It felt so wrong, and [banned word], and i was revelled in the debauchery. I didn’t even know this guy’s name who was fucking me right now, yet I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my ass. By his pace he was close, so I moaned out. “Cum in my ass, breed my fucking hole.” He grunted through clenched teeth and thrust all the way inside of me. I could feel his body tense and suddenly an intense warmth started flooding my bowels. I could feel his cock spasming and I moaned in pure ecstasy, revelling in as much sensation as I could. I felt so full and sated, and the warmth seemed to course through my whole ass. I had my eyes closed when I felt him pull his softening cock out of me and I was about to say something to him when suddenly I felt a different pair if hands grab my legs and a narrower and smaller cock slid into my cum leaking hole. I opened my eyes and saw that a skinny guy with tattoos and pierced nipples was now fucking me. I looked around and realized the room was suddenly filling with guys. An orgy of sorts was breaking out on the bed across the room, but it looked like the sex swing was soon the main attraction as I saw guys watching stroking their cocks. I couldn’t believe how distracted I had been but I guess my moans had garnished attention from the hallway through the open door. Suddenly a cock was thrust into my mouth and I knew I was about to be the cumdump I had seen in many gay porn videos. I knew I had made a mistake, but I was also pretty helpless to stop what was coming. I had let the first man bound my hands, and there was nothing to stop all these men from fucking me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t deny I was thrilled at the same time. That sense of freedom I had felt before watching that pozzing video flooded back into me. There will be a later, but right now the reckless act I was partaking in was unbelievably hot. I moaned and closed my eyes focussing on the cock that was in my mouth and not the big group of men who were about to have their way with me. Soon enough I heard the tattooed guy grunt and thrust forward and shoot his load into me too. I couldn’t feel his cum spraying my bowels that time, but I could definitely feel how much was now inside my ass. A guy I had been sucking took his place at my hole, and another cock replaced him at my mouth. He was a muscular white jock with a big dick and he was jerking his cock furiously. He came up to my hole and started to shoot his load all over it before pushing his erupting cock inside and fucking me. I could feel his cock spasming during his thrusts, and when he pulled out he walked back to me and made me suck his cock again rubbing its juices across the other two cocks already at my mouth. It seemed to be completely drenched in cum, and I could barely taste any trace of my ass as I cleaned all 3 cocks with my tongue. When the next man replaced him, a heavyset man wearing a wedding band, he was able to slide his medium sized cock in without any real resistance. He fucked me in fast strokes, his hairy belly rubbing on my cock with each thrust. He was breathing hard by the time he buried his splurting cock in my ass, and called he called me a ‘dirty little cum slut’ as he emptied his balls. What had diverted most of my attention during that time though was the cock that had been thrust in my face. I had tried and failed to deepthroat it, and I felt a fair amount of apprehension when it left my mouth after the married man had finished cumming in my ass. It was attached to a large muscular black man, and it had to be over 10 inches uncut and thick. He lined up with my hole and without remorse or concern grabbed my thighs and buried his elephant cock in my ass. I cried out as it felt like I was being ripped apart inside, and he fucked me harder and more brutal with each thrust he made. The pain suddenly turned to incredible pleasure when he changed his angle, and his cock started hitting a spot deep in my ass causing my moans to exho throughout the room. All the attention I had been giving to the cocks in my face ended, and I could only spasm in ecstasy while being impaled on this monster cock. He started making loud grunting noises with each thrust he made, and his cock kept hitting that area creating a pressure deep in my ass that I could feel reaching towards a climax. Soon it became more than I could take, and I moaned loudly, eyes bulging wide as I felt my body release. Soon my cock started spewing cum all over my stomach and in my throes my ass squeezed his cock, which felt like it was all the way up into my throat. His he started to pound me harder, viciously ramming his cock in my ass before grunting loudly and flooding his cum inside me. It felt like forever that he kept pumping into me before he was sated, afterwhich he ripped his cock out of my stretched and abused hole and turned around. Dazed, I stared blankly at his muscled back as he walked out of the room, and I could feel a thick wad of cum leak out of my ass and drop onto the floor. My body, still reeling from his monster cock, was given a reprieve when the next man left my mouth and thrust his skinny cock into my ass. It almost didnt register but slowly I felt my hole constricting to this new cock size and my mind could focus on my surroundings again. More men seemed to be coming in and checking out this room, and stealing glances when I could at the bed, it seemed there was another very vocal bottom who was also collecting loads that night too. My view though was quickly obscured when another cock was thrust into my face awaiting my attention. I closed my eyes and emptied my head of thoughts, and time started to blur. For the next half hour or so I lost count of the number of loads I took, but soon I offered no resistance and was simply a hole for the men to blow their loads into. I would stare blankly at the guy attached to the next cock fucking me and I’d clench my sphicter randomly which seemed to always make them cum faster. I was still enjoying each load I took, but this was turning into a marathon and I wanted to do anything to shorten the line of cocks still waiting their turn. Finally, after I was covered in sweat, and almost shaking, the last man pulled his spent cock from my mouth and his load pooled on my tongue. After all the cocks that night, cum had lost its taste, and I swallowed it almost on reflex. I closed my eyes enjoying the break I had earned, and remained motionless as I listened to the man walk out the door. My head was buzzing and my ass felt swollen and sore. I did a test push with my sphincter and felt more cum leak out of it. How many loads did I take? I honestly couldn’t remember. Once the dizziness subsided, I looked around. I was still in the swing and pondering how to get out when I saw another man enter and close the door behind him. He was a tall, skinny man in his late 40s or so, and he grabbed my head and stuck his pierced cock into my mouth. I sucked it feeling it start to grow to its full 7 inches and marvelled at how thick of a gauge his PA was as my tongue explored it. It was a big metal barbell with a sharp pointed head on it, and I could feel it rub heavily on my tongue as he throat fucked me. My eyes however were drawn to something on his stomach below his naval; I could see he had a biohazard tattoo. He took his cock out of my mouth and walked around inspecting all the of cum that had accumulated on the dark floor under my presented asshole. “Well isn’t this an interesting scenario?” He smirked, jerking his cock. “you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.” Hanging in the swing with my legs in the air and my hands tied, I didn’t seem to be in a position to argue. “You’re POZ.” I said more to myself than to him. “Think I’m the first one?” he asked “But yes I’m highly virulent.” ”What does that mean?” ”It means take I take no meds, my seed is as toxic as they come.” He almost boasted I shuddered, reality setting in. This was that one video I had jerked off to incarnated, and that same feeling of curiosity returned. If what he said was true anyways, I may already had been fucked by someone else who had HIV, but this was affirmation with someone who revelled in the fact. It terrified me, but still I felt my cock twitch. This was a, ‘left turn down a dead end alley at 90 miles an hour‘ move, but somehow I couldn’t deny, that at this very moment, I wanted it. To get fucked by such a man was insanity, yet despite my best judgment, I felt like I was already past the precipice. His cock seemed like the abyss, and I was already inside, so what was the point of stopping now? Christ what was I saying, this is insane! The whole situation was already surreal, I had been fucked already by so many random strangers, I had to admit I was already past the brink. And now, if I took his poz load, I’d never feel such a rush again in my life. “.....Okay.” I said in a quiet voice. ”You’re sure?” He asked “Yes.” I said eyeing the tattoo. “Then get me hard again then you little slut.” He said putting his cock back in my mouth. I sucked it and I felt a sense of fear hit me as I felt his cock stiffen fully in my mouth. His thick piercing made me think about its sharp head inside me and what damage it could do. This was insane, and I felt a quiver of fear when he pulled out of my mouth walked around and pointed his bare cock at my hole. It was at that point I changed my mind, holy fuck theres no way, and I opened my mouth to tell him to stop. My words however died on my tongue when I cried out instead from the intense pain of his piercing sliding into my ass. The sensation I felt made me think of that big black bull who felt like he tore me up inside; this guy’s cock, though smaller, was on fire. I could feel his piercing acutely spreading the burning up my ass with each stroke he made before mercifully I felt his balls slap my ass as he bottomed out. He began fucking me in short fast strokes and the pain thankfully subsided to a dull ache as he built a rhythm. A part of me was screaming inside, but I knew it was far too late to go back now. I watched in morbid curiousity as his cock slid in and out of my ass, and his tattoo flexed with his thrusts. I felt his rhythm increase and I saw the same expression on his face I had seen on many men’s faces that night as they approached their climax. A rush of euphoria hit me and suddenly a sense of recklessness asended. I found myself clenching my ass despite the pain it caused. I wanted it, fuck the consequences, I wanted him to shoot his dirty seed inside me. I never felt so raw in my life, and I moaned as I felt his cock swell. My ass felt like it was on fire, his piercing tearing me up inside, but all I could think of was the load I wanted to take. “Oh fuck... oh please, cum inside me.” I moaned out. ”You want it don’t you, you want my load of HIV.” He mocked as he rammed his cock harder sending a juddering of pain from his piercing. ”Yes give it to me, I want it deep.” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, every nerve ending was on fire, my brain was euphoric, I couldn’t even register what I was saying, I just wanted him to shoot his dirty seed in me, my whole body was tensed in anticipation. He buried his cock, I gritted my teeth against the fresh searing of pain as his piercing dug into my flesh. “Take that poz cum faggot!!” I moaned as I felt his cock erupt deep in my ass. Despite all the other loads in there, I could feel his first volley shoot into me. It seemed to burn into my bowels and I let out a startled gasp at the sensation. I stared transfixed at his biohazard tattoo on his stomach in mute horror at what was getting fucked into me; this was no video, there was no actors, this was real life, and a guy with HIV was breeding my ass. I could feel my body quiver in reaction to every thrust he made, and the sting of his poisonous cum I could still feel shooting into me. I moaned as he slowly pulled out after he finished grunting, and he squeezed his cock, milking every last drop into my ass while he withdrew. I could feel his piercing raking its way out of my ravaged asshole, and it was throbbing when it finally left. I felt a twinge of guilt and horror as my whole ass felt corrupted, and I could see blood stains were left on the white towel he used to clean himself up afterwards. He left without offering another word other than a parting “Enjoy” as he walked out the door... Two more guys emptied their loads into me by the time one was nice enough to help me off the swing. I didn’t say anything to them about that POZ load I took before, and my brain morbidly wanted more cum to somehow dilute it. I hit the showers and washed every part of my body. I could feel cum rolling down my leg and I tried to push out as much as possible. Man did my ass hurt, and I needed to go home and away from this place. I left, got into my car, and drove back towards my house and reality. It’s been a couple weeks since the bathhouse, and I actually decided to write this while taking a few days off work. Wasn’t feeling too well this morning, bit of a flu seems like…

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. It wasn't based on any of my experiences either 😉 Unlike previous stories I've posted, it's not going to go on forever and there are only two main characters. There are only 7 parts. ------------------------------------ ---- Part 1 ---- My balls hurt, my dick hurt, I was exhausted and yet I'd never felt so alive. My whole body tingled in a good way that it hadn't since I spent that first weekend in college with Paul. He had just left to catch his flight back home with the last of the nine loads I'd given him that weekend safely plugged in his ass. I could feel his cum drip down my leg and it reminded me of all of those times we'd fucked over the past few years, almost daily when we were in school. We hadn't met face to face since we graduated over a year ago, but we talked and texted all the time. He took a job out west and I found one on the opposite side of the country. Now he was my ex, but we were still friends. While we had been boyfriends in college for three years, we also fucked other guys. I was more of a bottom and he was one of those 99% tops. I think I fucked him once the entire time we dated, every other guy I topped was either a hookup or a friend. Let me rewind a little, to where I think our reunion all began. I really liked my job and it paid more than I ever thought I would get as a fresh-from-school guy. It was a varied group of people and I'd made a few friends there. Some of them would meet on Fridays after work at a bar and chill out and I was almost always there. The project was coming to and end and one of the guys told me "just FYI, this is probably the last pub meet until the project ends. The next month is going to be brutal." A few of the other guys nodded and one, who I knew was the other gay guy on my project team, said "Yeah, only a few hours to sleep each day and no time to even jack off during your morning shower before you're back at work." The comment shocked me but I could tell from his reaction that he was telling the truth. It meant I really needed to find a hookup that weekend or else I would probably go crazy by the end of the project. I knew I couldn't last more than a week without at least some sexual gratification and a month would be hell. First, I needed to catch up on all the other boring shit so that I was prepared until I got my life back. A run to the megamart got enough frozen dinners and cans of soup, along with other necessities to last me for the next four weeks. Several other stops meant that I spent Saturday night doing laundry instead of looking for dick. I tried to fix that on Sunday though. Sunday had different ideas. Everyone seemed to want to chat or meet for coffee or wanted more pictures. It was a nice early summer day, but all the top guys wanted to stay in their homes surfing instead of fucking. As each hour ticked by, my search criteria got wider. It's not that I was really picky, but I usually had better experiences with guys my own age and size. I knew, though, that I needed to get fucked and the city was crowded with tons of other bottoms. I wasn't a model, but I thought I looked good and the time spent at the gym the past nine months had firmed up my physique. The six-pack was still a ways off, but my formerly twink shape was now getting some muscle in my arms and legs, and the rest was getting more defined. I was naturally smooth and I'd switch between a small trimmed bush I had now and shaved pubes around my average sized cut cock. Even my bubble butt was firmer than it had ever been. The longer I looked, the hornier I got. I even started looking at versatile guys, which in my experience meant that they topped only during a full moon. That's where I found him. His body had a few extra pounds and he was a few years older than me, but the cock pic is what got my eye. Eight inches of upward curving manhood that I bet would feel really good inside me. A few messages later told me that he'd checked out of his hotel and was hoping to fuck another ass before going to the airport for his flight home. While I didn't like inviting strange guys to my apartment, if I wanted dick from this guy that's what I'd have to do. There weren't any other good possibilities, either. He was even more generic when he showed up. No infectious smile, no jewelry, no ink, just a pair of big brown eyes that seemed to be looking deep into my soul. Oh, and a silly little soft mustache over his lip that really didn't fit his face. But it was his dick that I wanted. A couple minutes later, we were both naked and I was sucking on his cock. The curve made it hard to deep throat in the position he seemed to like, but I got it slick with my spit and was soon on my knees on the bed. He hard fucked me doggy for a while, which was surprising since he was so quiet otherwise. After drilling me like that for fifteen minutes, he tossed me on my back and fucked a little softer for another fifteen minutes. I remembered looking up at his big brown eyes as he pumped the first of three loads of cum inside me and I realized he had fucked me bare. I never did that with hookups, but we were both really horny and the subject of condoms never came up. It had turned me on though, since as soon as I felt the first spurt of his cum, I shot my own surprisingly big load over my chest. A quick rest and we started up with round two which was nearly the same as round 1. It repeated again for the third time, but while the time was shorter, the load felt just as big. Two hours later, he walked out of my apartment to catch his plane and I laid there feeling my hole ache from the abuse it had just taken. It wasn't long and I was sound asleep. Monday morning, I woke up and hit the bathroom. A small bit of cum dribbled out of my ass and when I got off the toilet, I looked in the bowl and there were a few splotches of red inside the cream floating in the water. With as sore as my hole was, I wasn't really surprised. I realized I had to get showered and off to work for the "final push" to finish the project on time and not piss off the customer. The next few weeks were a blur. Sixteen hour days were the norm and we worked the first two weekends just like they were weekdays. A few nights I even slept at work and we all joked about wearing the same clothes for a few days at a time. None of the guys shaved the entire time and we all looked really scruffy after the first week. Some of the guys had pretty decent beards by the end of the second week and I was surprised at how good I looked with facial hair. The task list was down to only a few items by Wednesday on the third week and I was just helping out other people. Thursday morning I woke up feeling really rough and sweaty. I took a long shower and made it to work a little late. As the day wore on, I felt worse and worse. Friday morning I felt like death, but I knew corpses wouldn't ache like I did. "Corey, you look like hell. We're almost done, go home and get some rest. You really worked your ass off these past three weeks and I appreciate it. But... no sense killing yourself. Recharge those batteries and we'll call you if we need you" my boss said, keeping some distance between us in case I had something contagious. I went back home and by noon I was sound asleep. I woke a few times, always sweating and feeling sore all over. Saturday was the same except the glands in my neck were swollen and hard, and I had a few places on my body covered in rash. I had always slept naked but now I was varying between feeling frozen and boiling, so either I was on top of the covers or buried deep under every blanket I owned. Sunday was more of the same but I was starting to feel a little better. By evening, I could even eat one of the two dozen cans of soup I'd bought. I had just finished one when my phone rang. "Shit... I hope it's not work" I thought to myself. "Hey, dude! I was about ready to send out a search party. I haven't heard from you for a few weeks and you never returned my calls" Paul said with a mixture of cheerfulness and concern. "I feel like shit. Been living at work trying to finish a project and I guess I ran myself down. Been home sick since Friday" I replied. "Damn, that sucks. You should be out enjoying the warm weather and guys in speedos, looking for the biggest bulge" Paul replied with a chuckle. "Fuck, I haven't had time to even think about sex. Good thing I hooked up with that guy before work took over my life" I told Paul, trying to remember what the hookup looked like and all I could remember was his cock. Paul replied "Good. Hope he was a fun fuck. It's been a week since my last and my dick is getting hard when I see almost any guy." I laughed but my chest still hurt and the rash was even bigger than it was on Saturday. "Yeah, strange but good. Broke my condoms-only rule for hookups but he was pretty good. Fucked me hard doggy and then flipped me on my back and was slower and more sensual until he built up speed and then came by the gallon. We did that three times before he took off" I explained. "He bred you three times in one day? I think I only did that a couple times with you. He must have been one hot dude for you to give it up like that" Paul replied. He knew I usually played safe with anyone other than a boyfriend. "Nah, pretty plain, actually. Nice dick and these big eyes that he stared at me with while he fucked me on my back. Pretty quiet too, just a loud growl when he shot his load. He had a weird grin on his face after the last shot and before he pulled out. All I expected was a pump and dump, but I won't complain about two hours of good sex" I replied, before I drank more water and still felt dehydrated. "Oh? Sounds like a memorable fuck, even if the guy wasn't. Uh... what are your symptoms?" Paul asked. He sounded really curious, which I thought weird but I told him how I had felt. The more I talked he'd keep responding with "hmm" or "mmm." Another chill ran through my body and I pulled the blanket back over me. "Uh... Corey... I think you should probably get tested. That hookup might have given you more than a good time. Those symptoms sound close to what I've heard you get when you convert to being HIV positive" Paul told me. "What? No... It was just a regular fuck. It didn't feel any different... other than he was better than most hookups" I said, my mind spinning at warp speed. "Yeah, maybe. No harm in finding out. Wait until you're feeling better and hit a clinic or your doc. Nothing to freak about, anyway" Paul responded, casually. All I said was "OK" as I started to freak out, but quietly. "I gotta go. Let me know what happens" Paul said before hanging up. Monday I still felt like crap and my boss was understanding. "Just get better, there's only a couple people here and the rest are catching up on sleep from the past few weeks. Oh, and the customer is really happy, so it wasn't in vain" he said. Wednesday I finally felt good enough to go to work and by Friday I was almost back to normal. Paul's words still haunted me and I wondered what I should do. The next Tuesday after work I went to a clinic up in boystown that did free STD testing. I had been there before and was a little more relaxed than the first time I went, but still nervous. Friday I went in to get the results. I was stunned and just wandered home and collapsed on the couch for the next few days.

It's all about the fuck for me. There's nothing better than the feeling of a man's hard dick running back and forth along the walls of my fuckhole. It's such a delicious feeling - I've been hooked on it from the very first time I got laid. The load is just a creamy bonus at the end of a satisfying lay.

It varies based on the scenario. If I'm at a bathhouse, bookstore, or otherwise cruising, I'm after quantity - not quality. A top who takes too long to lube my insides with his seed is time I'm not getting the next guy sliding up into me. However, if I'm in a more one-on-one situation? Something a bit more intimate? Or even a group setting where I'm the only bottom but not in a cruising situation? Then I like the top(s) to go the distance, so to speak.

The hotel 10 load visit - load 9 I already had 8 loads in when An anon top XL then sent a message. Asking if he could dump a load. It was arranged and I warned him my cunt was dripping. Thankfully he replied that’s how he likes it. While I was waiting for him to arrive I was messaging a regular who wanted to go last. He was parked outside watching the hotel door. The deal was he wanted to slide in as quickly as possible soon as the other guy had finished and left. Deal! Load 9 must have been close by... a married guy needing to breed a cumslut. He must of been close by as I was back on all fours taking his dick a few minutes later. He gave my cunt a good fucking, making use of the many loads as lube. Total anon with no chat he was in my sloppy cummy cunt. I thought of my regular, waiting in the corridor outside my room while this guy used my cunt. He didn’t last very long and was soon pumping his load, load number 9 inside me. I was now ready for load 10!

I’m not sure what happened there - yes, naturally it wasn’t you I was quoting, but rather the poster to whom you had responded. I must have drawn the quoted matter from the quoted block within your reply - it’s unfortunate that the system appears to forwardly-attribute quoted matter to the quoter. My apologies for the confusion. Something quite similar happened with me just a day or two ago when I found myself assigned someone else’s words.

Damn I’ll have to get out there! Got a big wrecked prolapsed pussy for you

Fskn, the problem I see here is that you're operating under the assumption that the reason a bottom asks the top not to cum inside him is for safety, and that it's not always possible to be 100% safe. But that's not the point. The point is, the bottom is an autonomous, living, breathing person with the right to control his body. If he consents to being fucked with the express understanding that the top will not ejaculate inside, then that's the terms of the deal. Violating that - whether the top is negative or not, whether he "lost control" or not, whether the top is good or evil, is all beside the point. If I tell you you can't cum inside me, and you do, you've violated my consent. Period. With respect to the "physiological reality": a man should know how to recognize his impending orgasm, and be able to stop short of that. If he finds himself unable to stop, that's not a "physiological reality"; that's a "I fucked longer than I should have allowed myself to and ignored the warning signs that I was getting close." And yes, it happens, but the responsibility for that LIES WITH THE TOP. And as I've said a hundred times before: no, a top isn't being forced to pull out. He can pass that particular bottom by, and find one eager to take his load, Bottoms are a dime a dozen and even good, quality ones are pretty easy to find. Now, I do agree that a bottom who waits until the top is just about to cum to demand "pull out, pull out" is unlikely to get the results he wants. But I don't think most of this thread has been about that. From the very first post, this has been about guys who ask UP FRONT for the top not to ejaculate inside, and that very first post was about how the OP gets around that. And top after top on this thread has (fap material or not) talked about how if he gets inside he's going to cum inside regardless of what the bottom wanted. Fuck that.

----- Part 4 ----- I woke up when he got out of bed Saturday morning. I gave him a few minutes and stood up, looking over the bed. There was only a small spot on the sheets and then I looked on the rug next to the bed. A large reddish blob marked the spot I dropped the plug the night before. Chuckling to myself I walked into the bathroom. He was sitting on the toilet, with a dazed look on his face. "How ya feeling, Paul?" I asked. "Fuckin sore. I felt you pump a few loads in me but nothin's coming out" he said. "Three loads. Just like the marks on your back. I guess its time to add some more juice to your cunt, then" I replied. He stood up and I looked in the bowl. A small blob of dark pink ooze was floating around. "Hmm, twelve or thirteen hours since your first load, I guess most of it soaked in. It's a good sign. We can stop now if you want. The bug only took three loads to get me and he didn't even plug me up to keep it all in like I did" I said. There was a grin on my face, but it wasn't one of those happy grins. No, it was a dark, evil grin. One hand pushed the lever on the toilet and I used the other to push Paul toward the shower. The water felt good running over my body and once we had each other soaped up I turned him to the wall and grabbed his hands. My cock grew and stiffened as I stood behind him, holding him there. "Kinda rude shitting out my seed there. I didn't expect you to disrespect me like that" I said into his ear. "I'm sorry" Paul said, apologetically. "Don't let it happen again" I said, humping my now hard cock along his crack. Pressing deeper, a few more tries got the head of my cock to snare on his puffy hole. Paul groaned out as my cock drove into his tortured pussy. The only lube he got was the water showering down from above. He whimpered and writhed as my cock pumped in and out of his ass. "This is why you came here, right?" I snarled into his ear, the thrusts getting harder and harder. Among the gasps he was making he muttered "Yes" before pushing his ass back. I laughed to myself. Whatever dark desire made him want to travel across the country to get infected with an incurable bug by his ex, I wasn't going to question. I might have needed this more than him, since I was now starting to embrace my new status. Soon, I was pounding his ass and enjoying every moment. We used to fuck in the shower occasionally, but our roles were reversed then. My grunts got louder than his and then I began flooding his guts again with my seed. We finished the shower and I smiled as I watched him quickly towel off and head towards my bedroom with his ass clenched tight. I gave him a minute and strolled back into the bedroom and tossing on some basketball shorts. The plug was missing from the nightstand and only a small wet spot remained in it's place. I made some breakfast and we sat down in the living room. We talked for a while, catching up on each other's lives since graduation. "I never realized you liked to fuck so much. I know you did a few guys in college, but damn, you're a good top" Paul said. "More than a few. But, you made it pretty clear when we met that you didn't get fucked. I think you let me try once and shut me down after about ten minutes. It didn't matter since I loved getting fucked by you. When I felt like fucking a guy, I'd hunt down one of the thousands of bottoms around campus." Chuckling, I said "I guess your attitude about bottoming hasn't changed much" I replied. Paul looked embarrassed. "Do I suck that bad as a bottom?" he asked a minute later. I didn't want to burst his bubble, but we'd known each other too long to sugar coat it. "Let's just say it's pretty obvious you don't get fucked much" I replied with a grin. Paul nodded sheepishly. "It's not a problem, Paul. Just realize that there are a lot of bottoms out there and some are much better than you. Just do what you enjoy" I said, adding a moment later "But you're still my bottom bitch for the next day." We ended up back in bed a short while later. It was close to the sex we used to have, except I was the top. There was lots of body contact, rubbing, licking and biting. He got drilled on his back, bent over the side of the bed, on all fours, flat on his stomach and against the wall. We went so long I got exhausted and we rolled around groping, sucking and kissing just to give myself a chance to recover. I got him painfully close to shooting his load down my throat but I left him blue balled and dumped my load in his hungry ass instead. My cock was his butt plug for the next hour while we slept again. My stamina wasn't what it used to be and I was sure it was from the new intruder that was attacking my body from within. When I woke, my cock was hard again and I wasn't going to let it go to waste. Paul's nap was rudely ended by my thrusting hips. Unlike our earlier hour and a half fuck fest, I was pumping my third load of the day into his ass only ten minutes later. I added the missing tally marks on his shoulder and grinned. This time, I stuffed the plug back into his weary hole before falling back to sleep. When I woke up a while later, Paul was leaning back on a few pillows surfing on his phone. "Hey sleepyhead. Got any plans for dinner?" he asked. "Not really, I was just going to order a pizza. Why? Are you going to take me out for nice romantic dinner?" I asked, with a big grin. "I doubt I could walk far with this plug up my ass" he said, wiggling his butt on the bed. The expression on his face told me he was still sore and regretted the movement immediately. "Pizza it is. I know a great place that delivers. Whatcha surfing for? A better top?" I asked. "Not hardly. I'm not sure how much more I can take, though. I was looking on a few sites for guys for you. How much longer before you start meds?" he asked. My face twisted and I gave him that "WTF" look. "I dunno, they haven't prescribed anything yet. My next appointment is Wednesday" I replied. "Mmm, cool. Even after you start you won't be undetectable for a while. Here, take a look" Paul said, turning his phone toward me. It was a list of guys on the site that were all in my city. The profile headlines were things like "No loadz refuzed", "+a+", "toxic only" or "needz gifts." "You're fuckin nuts. The only reason we're fucking before I'm undetectable is because it's you. No way I would fuck any other neg guy just to infect him" I said, shaking my head. He had flipped over to another site and came up with another list of guys he was showing me. "See? 23 guys looking for poz loads. A shitload more if you look for the 'dont care' guys. What's the harm in giving guys what they're looking for. Some will probably never actually meet, but some will. You can make those guys really happy" Paul said, looking at me completely serious. A few seconds later he added "I'll send you these links. Create a profile and take a look. Check out the hookup apps too, plenty of chasers there too." Seconds later I got a few texts from Paul and as bad of an idea as I thought it was, he had me creating a profile on one of the sites. He even got me hard and we added a shot of my stiff cock in his abused hole. Five minutes after creating it I already had four guys begging me to breed them. I shook my head again and logged off. "Not sure I can do that" I said. It was almost eight and I heard my stomach growl. My phone was still in my hand, so I opened up the pizza place's site. A brief discussion about toppings and the pie was ordered. "Wonder who's going to deliver tonight?" I said. Paul chuckled. "Why? Do you know them all intimately?" he asked.

I'm luvin' the fact that so far everybody does it and luvs it! I definitely need to work up a plan where I can donate my "services" to those in need...or donate myself and let them service me.

There is almost nothing like the feel of a hard throbbing manhood entering my ripe little pussy. From the first waking moment until the last thing at night its almost all I crave is to feel a man's dick opening me, filling me and making me quiver with his every thrust. But the only thing better is the climax - the ultimate rush of knowing that my pussy helped make a man cum - lose control - and surrender his seed into my hole. I feel totally complete when I feel a man unload into me and grab me as he delivers every drop he can inside me.

Last night. Was at a 3some parTy at a hotel and we were leaving. I sat in my car looking at different gay apps. I saw onenof the apps had two tops looking and it was at the hotel i was at. I Texted them and they said come over. I met them in there room they were a bit drunk. One held me as the other pulled off my pants and bent me over the bed. Felt the lube on my ass as he started to fuck me as the other held me down. When he blew his load the other guy flipped me over grabbed my leggs and started to fuck me hard. When they finished they played with my dripping hole for a bit then said i can leave. It was a great last minute visit!!!

I'm there for both. The longer a breeder takes to cum, and the more often he cums, the happier I am.

I'm not fem, so if you are asking if I'd want a pussy instead of a cock and balls, the answer is: Hell no! I love my cock. If you are asking if I'd like a fully functional female reproduction system in addition to my male anatomy, again the answer is: Hell no. I don't want to make babies. But, if you are asking if I'd like to add an extra hole dedicated for sex without the risk of pregnancy then I'd say, Fuck yeah -- it would give me more options for getting fucked, plus I wouldn't have to clean out my ass every time I wanted to get fucked.

So well written. Gothic erotic horror. One of your best installments ever. The question is did he kill himself?

No ! I be still using poppers - having him sniffing - sniffing - pulling off the condom - breeding him - hopefully 2 or 3 loads - making him a Cum whore - wanting me come back to me for more - maybe smoking Weed !

In order of preference: 1- Drink 2- Pissed fucked 3- Pissed on

Thank you, next part comming soon

MLK weekend I was going to be laying over in PHX, arriving at 2PM on Sunday for 24 hours. The week prior, I'd invited the TUS professor to drive up and he accepted since he didn't have class on Monday. I know he's a top/vers, and I messaged him the day prior and told him that maybe he should be prepared in case I wanted to fuck him. He couldn't remember the last time he got fucked, but he was down for the possibility. He planned to arrive at 4PM. Right on time, I sent a text saying he was in the lobby. Once I got him up to my room we started pawing at each other and making out. We were both in lust and stripped off our clothes immediately. He laid back on the bed as I started to suck his already hard dick. BTW, his dick is a solid 7" if not 7.5", above average thickness, and VERY veiny when he's wearing a cock ring (he was). I got him really slick with spit, and I straddled him and sat on his meat. I adjusted quickly to him, and I leaned in to kiss him. I started moving myself in a way where just the head of his dick was sliding in, then pulling off so the head of his dick was pressing on the outside of my hole. He must have loved that, based on the groans he was making. I'd do this a few times, then slide all the way down so he was balls deep. I had to be careful not to rub my dick on him or I would have cum immediately. We fucked for 3 hours in every position we could think of, when we decided to get a bite to eat. It was a nice break, and I asked him about what he teaches and some of the interesting places he's lived. It was a really nice "date" to be honest. He's just all around super cool and chill, and very easy to talk to. When we got back to the hotel, I wanted to take some time and make sure my ass didn't need any additional "cleaning". He said he'd like to do the same, as he was hoping I still wanted to fuck him. We both did our thing, declared ourselves "ready" and got back into bed. This time we started with me eating his ass. I wanted to spend a lot of time rimming him and getting him ready, but in reality I probably only spent 5 minutes rimming him. When he fucks me, we just use spit. But he said he'd probably need some lube, which I was glad to provide. So I lubed up and started to ease into his ass. He was pretty tight for sure, but me having just an average size dick, it didn't take long before I could go hard and balls deep. I don't top often, and when I do I tend to cum pretty quick. I got close a couple of times, but stopped before I came. After about 15 minutes I was getting close again and asked him if he wanted my load. He said "hell yes!" and I picked up the pace once again and very quickly I started to unload. I stayed hard and slowly stoked in him for a few more minutes. When I finally pulled out, I rolled onto my back panting. He immediately got on top of me and pushed my knees up and slid his dick in. Having me breed him must have made him horny because he was pounding me really hard. We changed positions a few more times, and I even fucked him some more. As before, I didn't get a load from him but I gave him one more before we went to sleep around 11:30. The next morning, we didn't get up super early, but we had coffee together before he hit the road around 10AM. About a week after this, I got my schedule for February and I have one decent TUS layover on the 12th. He's eager to get together again. And I'm eager too.

As a top I wouldn’t be interested , fucking and loading as ass is where it’s at

** So one event in the following chapter actually happened. The part about the soldier who got booted. That was what happened to my now husband, and it affected him for 20 years until he reconnected with the guys from his unit on Facebook. All that time he was ashamed, and thought all his brothers thought of him as a dirty faggot that didn’t belong with them, only to find out they all loved him and never stopped thinking of him as a brother. They told him that when they found out what the asshole had done to him, they made his life a living hell until command had no choice but to PCS him elsewhere. Many of them had been on the receiving end of my husband’s back rubs, and they weren’t bothered in the least by the news he was gay. My husband’s confidence soared, and it changed him. That’s the power of brotherhood. At the post cafeteria Sleeper, Zeus and I grabbed some food. Zeus of course getting a few stares, from women and men. He was oblivious. Sleeper got a couple. Me, nothing. Not next to those two. I was lucky if they even recognized there was another soldier with them. We sat down at a table away from anyone else. I just came out and asked, keeping my voice low. “Zeus, are you gay?” The big beast looked at me, his stony face unreadable. Then he looked at Sleeper. Still nothing. “Bro, we don’t care if you are.” Sleeper told him. “You’re cool with us. We just need to know, to protect you.” Zeus looked around, gauging who might be nearby. “Yes. I just think about guys, all the time. I can’t stop. ” He said in that deep voice. “And Sleeper. I think about Sleeper a lot. You guys don’t hate me, do you?” It was funny the way he said it, you couldn’t tell if he was worried, or afraid, or doing his laundry. It sounded like he was describing how he made his bed in the morning. Casual tone, inflection. I knew from my time with Kevin that gay dudes could be masculine, real men rather than effeminate sissies like most people thought. And you could count on Zeus to put it bluntly. Zeus didn’t equivocate. He came right out and spoke his mind. I let Sleeper go first. Knowing Zeus was crushing on him meant Sleeper’s response was way more important to Zeus than mine would be. Besides, I’d already kinda told him I didn’t care last week when we had our first talk. “Bro, it’s cool.” Sleeper began. “We love you.” Zeus’ facade crumbled just a touch. “You gotta keep it cool though. No doing what you did today in my bunk. You know they’ll boot you if it gets around.” I was glad that even without talking about it, Sleeper and I were on the same page. Man, I loved my dude. “And if you do want to touch my ass, or anyone else’s, it’s gotta be a game, like what Troll did. But stay away from Puta. Don’t know how he’d take it.” I continued, “And we have to keep the Bravo Brotherhood out of trouble. El Tee doesn’t want any more bad behavior out of us. Zero. We’ve fucked up too many times.” I explained. “No one should know about this, about you. So don’t go around grabbing the guys. Probably best you don’t do any of that. If someone takes offense, it’ll get bad. I heard about a guy on base who gave out too many back rubs. One of the guys he massaged claimed sexual assault. The guy was gone the same day. His unit came back from class and he was cleared out. When they found out what happened they gave the accuser hell until he was transferred out. It didn’t matter they all liked the guy who’d been booted, or whether it was true. They never even got the chance to stick up for him, he was just gone from a single accusation. We don’t want to lose you like that, buddy.” Zeus gave me a look. “What about Wanker?” “Nah, Wanker has bigger problems, trust me. I can’t betray his confidence, but I’ll tell you as far as he’s concerned you were doing HIM a favor.” I answered. “Wanker doesn’t know or think you’re gay. I didn’t tell him anything.” “Wait, what?” My pale muscle buddy cried out, around a mouthful of hamburger. “What about Wanker?” I looked at Zeus, shrugged. “It’s up to you. But I’d tell him. You can trust Sleeper.” Sleeper looked from Zeus, to me, then back to Zeus. “I had sex with Wanker last Saturday.” Zeus said. Again, just picking up the mail. Starting a car. Brushing his teeth. Same tone of voice. I had to learn that skill. You can’t read someone that spoke like that. Plus, it really throws people off to just blurt things out. Sleeper choked a little on his most recent bite. “Excuse me? I think I need a little more info than that, bro.” I liked that he was calling Zeus his bro, now. “Assmunch told me Wanker had a problem, asked me to get him sorted.” Sleeper explained. Sleeper looked at me. “That was your ‘project’ last Saturday before we -“ he caught himself just in time. “Did you fuck Wanker too? Is that why Zeus was guarding the hallway?” he spat out. “ I can tell if you lie to me. You better not lie to me, asshole.” Sleeper looked angry. Shit, this was getting out of my control. I tilted my head back to look at the ceiling and gather my thoughts. “No, buddy, that’s why I sent Zeus in, I wasn’t gonna do it. Didn’t want to do it. And I kinda figured out Zeus needed a little something himself. I was trying to solve everyone’s problems.” I sighed. “You’re fucking DAMN lucky you didn’t, dude. I’ll beat your ass.” Sleeper growled. The threat was real. I saw it in his eyes. Oh. Fuck me. What was that about? “Before you and Assmunch what, Sleeper?” Zeus asked. I cringed. Zeus just throwing shit out there like people casually talked about butt fucking and ass sucking while eating in a cafeteria. In an Army cafeteria. “Huh? Nothing Zeus.” Sleeper dodged, taking his last bite of his second hamburger. “Sounds like—-“ fuck, don’t say it Zeus, leave it. “Like you and Andrew had sex too.” He finished. Zeus already knew about how I tongue polished Sleeper’s crack, and the handjob I got in return. But this question implied he figured out more had gone down last week. He said it out loud. I loved Zeus, but wished for the days he barely spoke. Right out there. ‘I’m going to brush my teeth’ ‘we need resupply.’ ‘You’re fucking your best friend’. I wanted to die. Why was this my life? Fucking bloody rotten hell. I put my head in my hands, waiting for Sleeper to explode. And nothing. Everything became eerily still. No movement, no words. That couldn’t be good. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, steeling myself for the worst. I looked up. Sleeper was just staring at Zeus. Zeus was staring back like he hadn’t said anything wrong. A long, uncomfortable staring. While I willed myself to die. Dying a coward seemed just perfect right about now. I could be buried and on my way to Hell without dealing with this shit show. A full minute passed. Could I make it to Hell in a minute or less? I so wanted to try. Sleeper looked at me. I know I was all shades of red. Then back at Zeus. This could only go one way, and Sleeper was already pissed off about Operation Rebuild Wanker’s Ruined Dirty Donut. Sleeper’s face was blank, unreadable. He was barely breathing. Then my best friend seemed to reach a decision, he finally blinked, picking up a couple French fries from his plate. “Yep”. Was all he said, dipping his fries in ketchup before shoving them in his mouth. “Fuck, Sleeper! Dude!!” I said. “What? It’s Zeus. He’s gay, he gets it. Right bro?” Sleeper shrugged at Zeus, who was grinning. I guess he had a point. And then fuckin’ puppy dog pajamas Zeus appeared. “Are you guys gay too? Did you ask me if I was gay because you want to have sex? I want to have sex with you, especially Sleeper. Putting it in Wanker was okay, but I really like you guys. It would be more fun with you. I like sex now. I never had sex before I put my penis in Wanker, but it was really fun, just like you said, Assmunch. I want to put my penis in you and Sleeper. Can I?” Goddamn. Goddammit ALL to hell. I’m not sure how much more of this blunt open Zeus I could take. I mean, I was happy he was out of his shell with us, but I wondered if the Zeus we all knew was simply the persona he hid behind to cover up being gay, not letting any emotion out, not hanging out for long periods of time, keeping to himself. I felt a little sad that Zeus couldn’t be himself. Fuck this stupid military policy against gays. If guys like Zeus couldn’t serve without crushing their souls, it was fucking bullshit. None of us knew that it would only be a year before Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell became the rule. It still meant keeping quiet about it, but the military wasn’t going to hunt you down like it was now. But I knew one thing: puppy dog pajamas Zeus was one happy puppy, and he had to keep that cute puppy locked up all the time, deep inside. That’s some fucking sad pathetic shit, right there. Sleeper and I looked at each other. I didn’t know what to say. “Let me and Assmunch talk about it, okay Zeus? We’re not gay. We just like doing some stuff to get off. Is that cool?” Sleeper asked. WHAT THE FUCK WAS HAPPENING?? “REALLY, Sleeper?” I asked incredulously, taken by complete surprise, and not necessarily pleasantly either. He was okay with this? Sleeper gave me the exact same look as before. “What? It’s ZEUS.” He said again, this time stressing Zeus’ name. Sleeper’s handsome face said ‘who wouldn’t?’ “Yeah, yeah. I get it.“ I said, throwing my head back in my hands. He wasn’t wrong. But this was going to complicate everything. I guess Sleeper was far more sexually fluid than I thought. It shouldn’t surprise me though, one lick of his asshole and he was suddenly all about fucking around and getting off. I wondered if my best friend was holding back on me. I always assumed he was straight. Maybe I was wrong about that. I felt better about stuffing him full of my dick and shooting my load up his ass last week. Maybe I WOULD fuck him again. Just to see if he’d love it as much as getting his fudge dispenser scrubbed out by my tongue. Sleeper was just full of surprises. And my dick attack up his newly christened virgin fuck chute last week didn’t really qualify as a fucking. Nowhere near a Kevin style plundering of every tender rectal tissue I owned, bruised, stretched and slathered with multiple loads of dicksoup, until I literally couldn’t speak. Yeah, I was definitely going to auger out his pretty little dickwarmer until he drooled in senseless ecstasy. “Okay.” Zeus said. “I really do want to have sex with you guys.” Big beautiful handsome dangerous smile. Sigh. So blunt. “Let’s finish eating and get back. I need to talk to the Bravo Brotherhood . And what do you think about asking some of the Charlies to come to our party tonight?” ************************* I gathered the Brothers and let them know Sarge and the Lt were on the warpath after our training excursion and we needed to keep the party low key. We even invited Lamont and a couple of his buddies from the Charlies to party with us, and they fit in well. The highlight of the evening was making Troll ass-chug a beer. Getting the tube inserted into his hairy shitter was half the battle because he wouldn’t relax. We were all laughing so hard at how he squirmed and fought, as if it was the worst thing in the world, whining like a little bitch. I let the fight go on until it seemed everyone had a turn manhandling Troll’s ass before I stepped in, massaged his little tender spot between his tailbone and asshole and the tube slipped right in. One of the tricks in the asshole whisperer trade. Shhhhhh. Keep it to yourself. By that point everyone had lubed his entire crease with enough spit to drown a whore. I was sure they all got a kick out of spitting on the poor guy. Getting him to suck the beer down his hole turned out to be the other half of the battle. A couple of the guys who’d done it before were trying to give him pointers while he knelt on knees and elbows, his shorts bunched up just below his cheeks so no one had to look at his nuts. ‘Just relax, man.’ And ‘suck your stomach in.’ Even the unhelpful but amusing ‘spread your legs more, you uptight cunt.’ He finally finished his beer (took 20 minutes, chug fail) and we all congratulated him on a job well done. We wound things up around 23:30. We could have kept going, but I reminded everyone that we had to be good. Fortunately there wasn’t a lot of grumbling, everyone was worn out having not gotten a lot of sleep the night before. Sleeper and I did cleanup, releasing Troll from bitch duty. I knew that beer had to be sloshing around in his hole still. The alcohol might get absorbed, but the liquid wouldn’t go anywhere until he shit it out. He had to go get friendly with the toilet and shower. Everyone else crashed out. Sleeper and I wanted everyone in deep slumber so we could do our thing. Zeus helped, and Sleeper and I kept exchanging questioning looks during it all. We knew why Zeus was hanging around. “Zeus, why don’t you get the garbage to the dumpsters.” I requested. The giant muscle bound brute gazed at us refusing to move. “Don’t worry, bro. We’ll be here when you get back.” Sleeper soothed him. When Zeus was gone, I turned to Sleeper. “Well? I know you’re thinking about it. Are you sure about this? You know what he wants.” Sleeper pursed his lips, and put his hands on his muscled hips. Every piece of him had muscles. Rotten handsome prick. At some point during the party he’d stripped down to just bikini briefs which didn’t do a whole bunch to cover his big meaty white butt or his burgeoned junk mound. His crack was well exposed at the top, and a good portion of each globe was bared below. It reminded me of the Australian lifeguards with their tiny swimsuits and the back pulled up inside their crack so they wouldn’t chafe their cheeks. It was a good thing Sleeper shaved his bush, because the tiny briefs rode down low from the weight of his cock and balls, causing the thick root of his cock to just peek out. Sleeper loved being naked, and if he couldn’t be naked he wanted to be almost naked. And he never cared who saw. Those underwear were intended to leave as little to the imagination as he could get away with, the fabric so worn and thin I suspected he’d owned them for years. They weren’t tight like a new pair, he’d stretched the elastic so much with his size that it finally just gave up trying to hold back all that hot meat. The spot where his cockhead rested had a fingertip sized hole, the pouch almost transparent. Yeah, those things were on their last leg and Sleeper would probably wear em right up until they collapsed off him, giving out like a tortured prisoner on a medieval rack. Like I said before, he was a confident, arrogant prick. Those underwear dared the guys to make fun of him, were designed to draw attention, barely hold or cover his pussy juicer and boulder sized dumper, encourage sexual thoughts and just generally be a tease. It would have been less sexual and erotic if he were completely naked. Every time he walked risked them slipping off, and far too often one side or the other would sag down his hip where he’d let it remain until a casual tug set it back in place, half an ass cheek smiling out at everyone. That cloth defied physics. And the asshole knew I couldn’t keep my eyes away from the struggle. Which I was caught up in for the hundredth time tonight as my eyes refused to glance away from his strained pouch. “I’m up for it. It should be fun. Are you going to get jealous?” He replied. It was nice of him to think of me, but this was all for him. “You mean like you were when you thought I’d fucked Wanker? Bro, I’m not the jealous type. If you’re having fun, I’m having fun. That’s how this works for me. If you don’t like it, I’m not into it.” I explained. That threw him a little. “I don’t know what that was, bro. I just got angry when I thought you’d fucked him. I guess I didn’t like that what we do might not be special to you. This is all new to me.” Gone was the arrogance, and in its place was a sweet vulnerability. Deep down, Sleeper had the same doubts and uncertainty I had. “It’s new to me too, buddy. And you make it special.” I assured him. I’d never been the top. I’d never eaten a guy’s ass. Kevin fucked the living shit out of me, almost every day. We started just including Carol all the time because he rammed me so brutally, so many times, I’d be too worn out to perform for Carol unless she and I had sex first. And we learned that watching Carol and I play our games first really got Kevin torqued up. I would invariably end up eating my load out of Carol’s asshole or devouring her pussy while Kevin did his best to ruin and wreck my hole with his doorknob thick jizz missile. He’d often milk my nut out of the condom I fucked her pussy with, pouring it over her tits so he could lick it up and eat it while plowing me. It got to the point there was no boyfriend/girlfriend/boyfriend distinction. Anything was fair game. Carol ate Kevin’s ass, sucked and licked his dick clean after he got done with me. We’d all kiss sensually whenever, wherever it grabbed us. We double fucked Carol, which drove her so insane I felt like a fucking King, and I finally realized how filthy and slutty I looked and sounded when Kevin ripped me apart. The only thing that never happened was me having anything to do with Kevin’s ass. And somehow the forbidden nature of leaving the gay dude’s ass untouched while the straight one got violated unforgivably heightened the pleasure of it all. I’ve come to hate labels and putting relationships in neat little boxes, but in that situation, at that time, the labels made it all so exciting, like we were breaking all the rules. And it wasn’t always like that. Frequently it was slow, passionate, full of love where I disappeared, lost in the tenderness of Kevin’s soul. I would come back to myself locked in his sleeping arms feeling more alive than the time before. Every moment with him was better than the one before. In spite of all that, I didn’t feel like I was gay. This wasn’t about gay or straight. It was about souls and hearts connecting. And God bless Carol for understanding that. Kevin using my hole was no different in my head than him borrowing a shirt to wear to school. I’d told Sleeper about Carol, of course. And a few things about Kevin. Up until now, it felt disrespectful to my memory of him to say anything more, and I truly didn’t want to relive it all. Besides, Kevin belonged to Tom. And Tom was sealed behind a brick wall in my head. But it seemed like Sleeper and I might reach a point where I could tell him about it, but only if my heart let me. Man, I was really fucked up about Kevin. And fucked up about how I had to kill a huge part of myself so I could go live my life. I guess both Zeus and I had the same sad, pathetic shit going on, burying the happy part of us just to get through accepting we were men who had to do whatever it took to move along. Zeus returned, glad to see us still waiting for him. His cock tented the front of his Army sweats. “Someone’s excited.” Sleeper chuckled. Zeus’s massive frame walked right up to Sleeper and grabbed him by the head, then laid a tongue lashing on his mouth. Zeus looked like he was trying to swallow Sleeper whole. Sleeper gripped Zeus’s arms, then put his hands on the giant’s bulging pecs. Sleeper managed to pull away a bit, Zeus was breathing heavy and hungrily staring at my buddy. “I don’t know about kissing, bro…” Sleeper got out, just barely before Zeus’s mouth crashed back down onto his. He crushed himself onto Sleeper’s body, snaking his arm over Sleeper’s shoulder to grab his back, his other hand thrusting down to cover Sleepers ass, molesting that beautiful globe of scantily clad muscle. He broke off Sleeper’s mouth, and tongued his way down his chin to his neck, licking, biting, sucking every inch of flesh he could find. The man was hungry. “Oh fuck….” Sleeper moaned. “Wait…Zeus, wait. We gotta stop. Not here.” Zeus pulled away, grabbed Sleeper by the hips and just threw him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing. Sleeper had no time to fight back. Zeus took him to the hall towards the storage room. Sleeper looked at me from his upside down position, throwing his hands up in a ‘what am I gonna do?’ gesture. His poor tortured briefs had slipped down to expose his ass, which had Zeus’s big paws grasping both cheeks, his fingers digging into Sleeper’s crack as he carried my buddy like a war trophy. I gave Sleeper a look that said ‘see what you’ve done?’ And followed. Once behind the closed storage room door, Zeus set Sleeper down on the same crates where I’d finger-blasted Wanker the week before. Before he could attack Sleeper again, I stopped him. “Okay, bro, let’s slow down here. Neither one of us has been with many dudes, and I’m guessing you haven’t either, right?” I asked him. “Just Wanker, Assmunch. Last week like you told me.” He answered. I put my hands on my hips. “Okay, let’s start slow then. We don’t know a lot about the gay thing, but we’ll try to walk you through how sex usually goes. What do you like about Sleeper?” Zeus smiled. This time it wasn’t a puppy smile, he looked like the impressive alpha dog that he was. “He’s almost as tall as me, big muscles like me. I like how he gets a five o’clock shadow that’s dark, like a man. I love his dark eyes, and his really white skin. I love the way his veins show on top of his muscles. He has a beautiful behind. I like how he’s nice to everyone even though he could be mean if he wanted, and some guys deserve it. Sleeper is good. I like him with hair better though.” “Amen, brother.” Sleeper mumbled. “So you think Sleeper is your type? You like other guys that look like him?” Zeus shrugged. “Not always. There was a guy in my school that was small and no muscles, but he was really smart and was always nice to me and every one else even though he got picked on a lot. He was good too.” “Did you ever tell him you liked him?” I asked, just to satisfy my own curiosity. Zeus shook his head. “I was scared he wouldn’t like me if he knew.” I took a moment to think. They both waited, knowing I was figuring things out and trusted me to know the right way through this. Carol and Kevin had both told me I had a way of bringing out in them who they truly were, made them feel seen, safe, and perfect just the way they wanted to be. Carol called it my gift. I knew I had to somehow do that for Zeus. Trouble was, I didn’t know if he was truly Alpha Dog Zeus, the God we worshipped, puppy dog pajamas Zeus who was exuberant and innocent, some mix of the two, or something even greater. I suspected it was the latter, something greater. That’s what my intuition told me. Zeus had greatness written all over him. Maybe his innocence was just a leftover from his obvious protected childhood, the dude didn’t even cuss. Zeus had spent his life growing up fearing who he was, hiding it behind a tough, capable exterior of effortless peak masculinity. But that meant locking away a vital part of who he was. He wasn’t whole. “Zeus, you know just because you’re gay it doesn’t mean you aren’t a good person, right?” The giant didn’t respond. His eyes had left Sleeper’s body, and now looked down at his feet. “You can be gay and good, brother. Who you want to love, or have sex with doesn’t have anything to do with what kind of guy you are.” “I’m not supposed to be gay.” His voice was so small, so pitiful, it didn’t even sound like him. Sleeper ducked his head to look under at Zeus’s face. He hopped off the crates and pulled Zeus into a deep hug. “Bro, you don’t have to cry. It’s okay, man. Being gay is cool, lots of people are gay. It’s just like everybody else, some are good, some are bad. But being gay has nothing to do with it. They’re just people.” Sleeper was a deeply good guy, and while I already had the most incredible respect for him, his treatment and acceptance of Zeus in this vulnerable moment showed me another beautiful piece of him I hadn’t seen before. He could have maintained his usual tough guy, in control, men don’t get emotional behavior, but letting that go to give comfort to a brother in need was no effort at all for him either. He was just as comfortable showing tenderness and emotion when necessary. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised by that, because he never showed that part of himself to me. Maybe because he figured I didn’t need him to. Or because I never let him. “And fuck that ‘not supposed to be gay’ bullshit. You’re amazing, we all think so, and I think you being gay is a big part of why you’re so amazing.” I threw in. Zeus was resting his cheek on Sleepers head while he held him. “You really think so?” “Yep, my best friend in high school was gay. He was the best person I’ve ever met. He might have been even more awesome than you. You’d like him. He’s a good person too, just like you.” I said. I didn’t know that was going to come out of my mouth. “Did you have sex with him like you do Sleeper?” Fuck Zeus! There’s that no filter mouth again. God, I have never felt like I needed to just die as much as when Zeus opened his mouth. I saw Sleeper lift an eyebrow and smirk. Just like Kevin. And that’s probably why I did what I’d told myself wasn’t ever going to do. I decided to lay it out there, fully honest. Sleeper deserved to know, and Zeus needed to hear it. “Yeah, we had lots of sex. LOTS of sex, which was awesome and beautiful, and more than I ever expected or knew could be possible. We were already really close, it just made it better. I didn’t intend to have sex with Kevin, but once it happened I knew it was right.” Zeus raised his head up. “But you had a girlfriend. I heard you tell Sleeper.” “So that’s why you eat my ass like it’s going through a fucking car wash.” Sleeper said. “Yeah, my girlfriend joined in, which made it even more fun. And for your information, buddy, it was Carol eating MY ass that taught me everything I know.” “Wow!” Zeus said, wide eyed. “Do you think I’m a good person Zeus?” I asked. He reached out with his huge arm and pulled me into a hug with the two of them. “You are a REALLY good guy, Andrew.” I hugged back. I was by no means a small guy, but smashed into these two slabs of all American beef, I felt wimpy and scrawny. And both of them put out the heat of a bonfire. “And I’ve had lots of gay sex. And a lot of straight sex with Carol and Kevin. A lot of sex, period. And I liked it. Who you love isn’t always up to you Zeus, and it certainly isn’t up to anyone else. Neither is who you’re attracted to. Your heart always tells you what you need. Be gay. Love who you are. The good people will always want you to be who you need to be. You should let yourself be who you need to be, too. Don’t wait for people to be good to you, buddy. You need to be good to yourself, first.” “I love you guys. Thank you.” Zeus said. “I love you brother.” Sleeper said. “I love you, my brothers.” I followed. I felt a weight leave me then. Helping Zeus freed me somehow. Maybe not all the way, but enough to tell me that maybe shoving Tom and Kevin in a buried box wasn’t the right way to get through my pain and hurt. “I think we should have sex now.” Zeus’s deep voice caused my body to vibrate, pressed up against him in that hug. And there was enough command tone in his rumbling words that my dick immediately plumped up like a grilled sausage, complete with leaking juices. Fuck. I was in serious trouble if Zeus brought Tom out to play. ‘Man, Zeus.’ I thought to myself. ‘We have to get you a filter!’ But then I told myself to fuck off with that bullshit. That was Zeus. He spoke his mind. I decided to take a page out of Carol’s book. “Sleeper, drop that rag you call underwear, and hop back up. We need to take this beautiful man to school and show him how to please a real man.” I instructed. Sleeper frowned, but like he’d practiced the move a thousand times, he wiggled his hips and dropped his panties like a good slut, not even using his hands. “Hey, they’re my favorite pair, they fit just right.” As I suspected, they collapsed off of his perfect anatomy with little more than a wish. Sleeper got into position and leaned back on his hands, just pleased as punch he was going to get worked over by two guys. His meaty thick legs were spread and hung relaxed, flaring out even more by being pressed against the crate. “Now, pleasing a man, or a woman for that matter, is all about showing how much you appreciate their body. Sleeper here loves attention, but he’s not any different than anyone else. Go ahead and feel those muscles you love on him.” I directed Zeus. “And don’t rush it. Taking your time and enjoying your favorite parts purely because you love the feel of him is a turn on.” The gentle gorilla slowly ran his hands up Sleeper’s pale thighs, kneading and rubbing the defined hunks of muscle. The high school wrestling champ flexed and hardened his quads with every firm massage of Zeus’s oversized paws. He watched Zeus’s mesmerized face with a grin. I saw Sleeper’s cock begin inflation, his hanging nuts rolling around in his loose shaved sack like reptile eggs about to spit out baby sea turtles. “Don’t touch his dick. Leave it for later. That’s what a man wants the most, for you to take care of his dick. Some guys don’t care about their dicks at all, they want you to get in their ass. Either way, the longer you can hold off touching his cock or his asshole, the better it will feel for him when you finally do. Making him wait until you’ve had your fun everywhere else will drive him crazy. Figure out what it is he wants from you, then tease him with taking your time getting around to it.” I lectured. Zeus ran his mitts up to Sleeper’s tight waist, over his solid abdomen. Sleeper had his head thrown back, enjoying the erotic massage. His toes were curled, I noticed, then spread out straight, then curled again, like he was trying to make a fist with his foot. “Rub the pubic area right above his dick. Curl your hand around his crotch without grabbing the shaft. See how his body is telling you how much he’s loving this?” Zeus breathed out. “He’s so warm.” I watched as Sleeper’s legs spread even more as our battle buddy dug into his groin. My dude was almost fully hard at this point, his engorged baby maker thicker at the base, and curved slightly towards the left. I moved to stand next to Zeus. I took his other hand, and guided it up Sleeper’s hard torso, stopping briefly to let him grope those heavy pecs. Then I moved his hand to Addison’s armpit, and he pulled his arm up to his head, flexing unconsciously. “There’s no hair.” Zeus said in wonder. “He’s so smooth.” Letting his fingers caress the dips and valleys of Sleepers sweat machine. “Reach down and pull on his nuts. Play with them. Roll them around in your hand. Gentle at first, then gradually stretch them out.” Sleeper moaned. “Oh, fuck yeah. Yank on those jizz tankers, bro.” He pulled his legs up to rest his heels on the edge of the crate. “You see that? He’s spreading himself for you.” I kept my voice soft, sultry. “When a guy does that, he’s giving you permission to go further. He wants you to feel everything he’s got down there. He’s exposing his most vulnerable place, putting his trust in you to make him feel good. That’s the sign he needs you to visit his ass. Go ahead and run your hand under his balls. Be firm, put your entire hand and palm on that lump between his asshole and his nuts. That feels really good to a guy. That meat right there sends signals to both his dick and his asshole, and he can’t decide which one of those he wants you to have more. Slowly stroke him up and down, gradually moving a finger or two towards his hole. If you do this right, he’ll be putty in your hands.” Which Sleeper proved by leaning back even more and allowing his knees to fall to either side. “Oh man, your hand feels so good. Keep doing that.” “Pull him back up, don’t let him lean back. Keep going with that hand. Look him in his beautiful eyes and ask him if he likes it. Make him tell you how it feels. Make him say it out loud. He needs to hear himself surrender to you. It doesn’t matter if he looks uncomfortable. The more he’s willing to bear, the more he’s telling you he’s accepted you can do anything you want to him.” Zeus grabbed Sleeper by the back of the neck and pulled him forward until his handsome pleasure filled face was just inches away. “Do you like that, sexy man? Do you like my hand between your legs?” Zeus improvised. Sleeper nodded. “I love it, your hand is so big. And your finger is making my hole twitch.” He was pushing down with his hips, trying to get Zeus to use more force. I raised myself up to whisper in Zeus’s ear, I didn’t want Sleeper to hear this part. “Try to force a finger inside him, and kiss him at the same time.” Zeus wasted no time. I heard my buddy give a loud grunt just before Zeus forced his mouth onto Sleeper’s, shoving his tongue inside him. I let this massive beast enjoy himself on my best friend fully for a minute, as he raped the helpless wrestler from both ends happily. Then he came up for air. “Jesus! No spit, or lube or anything! Guuuunnnnnhhhh!” Sleeper groaned. Looks like Sleeper wasn’t all that worried about kissing anymore. “Ignore him. If he didn’t want it, he’d have found a way to pull off.” I observed dryly. “You’re such a fucker, Assmunch.” I noticed his hips hadn’t stopped writhing, in spite of his complaints. “That’s right, buddy. And you’re about to find out how much of a fucker I really am. Move aside, Zeus. My turn.” When Sleeper’s legs were clear, I folded him up to present the little pretty hole I now owned for my enjoyment. Pinning his knees back alongside his chest, I dove right into his pucker with my tongue. “FFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK, yeah eat it. Damn I love it when you do that.” Sleeper moaned for me. “Taste that meat, fuck yeah. Oh shit, chew on it just like that! Harder!” I felt his hands grab my newly shaved head, pulling me into his crevice, wiggling his hips. I guess he thought the rules didn’t apply since Zeus was here. I smacked his asscheek with about half the force I was capable of, knowing it was still going to hurt like hell. Sleeper yelped. “Sorry! Sorry bro, I couldn’t help it!” I had my hand cocked for another smack. He sounded sincere. He whined. Addison fucking Montelongo, State Wrestling Champ, Soldier extraordinaire, Army Ranger School wannabe, son of some distant Spanish Ancestral nobility, whined because he wasn’t pleasing me. Yeah, Carol taught me a LOT. And I knew from personal experience being in that position could make you cum like you saw Jesus. Which was my goal for him every time we had our fun. I didn’t believe in boring sex. Not anymore. I looked up at him. “Don’t let it happen again.” I growled. You had to let them know they weren’t the ones in control. That they got what you gave them, and no more. Or more than what they deserved, because you wanted to do it, no other reason. Give just an inch and the dynamic changed, things got sloppy, the terms of the transaction became unsatisfactory. Which meant poor Sleeper wasn’t going to get his shitter car-washed like he wanted. I stood up, my shorts already down, and pushed my fuck stick up against his spit glistened hole. “Wait, bro…” he pleaded. I kept pushing, a steady pressure. His poor little turd cutter was going to give out eventually. In the war between tender butthole and my steel hard 8 inch dripping cock, my cock was going to win. “What?” I said, putting enough boredom into my voice to get the message across that this was happening. I applied more pressure. His legs were still pulled back and open. He wasn’t trying to end this. All the subtle signs were there that he wanted exactly what I was going to give him. See, Sleeper didn’t actually WANT his ass fucked. What he wanted more than anything was to just take a break from being the golden boy, the one everyone looked up to and feared, the parental expectation to be the very best at everything. The weight on his shoulders was heavy. He couldn’t relax his guard out there, but once I showed him all that pressure went away when he gave up all that control to me, it became an addiction. If his hole getting fucked was part of the deal, he’d give up his ass willingly. He didn’t have to be the tough guy wrestling champ, in fact I demanded he wasn’t. If that took a little punishment to put him back in his place every now and then… well sometimes I think he broke the rules on purpose. And the next time I wasn’t holding back. I owed it to him to give him my best. He still hadn’t answered. “So, no ‘wait’, bro?” I taunted him. I looked him right in the eye while I let a thick ribbon of spit fall right on his cock knuckled sphincter. I shoved more. He still wasn’t unclenching. “Ohhhhhhhh, God…. Please don’t bust my shitter, bro. Please….” “Then you better relax. You will lose this fight and it will tear you up. All you have to do is surrender, buddy. You just have to let go. I’m actually being nice about it. I could just rip right into you like last time. But I’m giving you the chance to do this yourself.” This was the moment. The moment he had to accept that his complete surrender was what he wanted. That it didn’t matter that it came at the expense of what he thought was his manhood. He’d learn that he was no less a man for having a dick up his ass. That it might actually increase his sense of being a man. That it didn’t mean he wasn’t straight anymore. And who knows, he may have loved the feeling of being violated like a cheap whore and treated like a cumrag TWICE last weekend. I had no way of pinpointing that as anything but a possibility. After all, this was just the second time my dick would be in his ass. And this time was different, I wasn’t forcing myself into him at a weak moment. No, this time it had to be him doing it to himself fully aware. And he let his breath go. As soon as he did, my head began entering his ring. “AAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhh, it hurts! Don’t push! Sssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttt!” I wasn’t. This was all him. He took a few rapid breaths. I let more spit trail from my lips to his hole. After a half minute, I sunk in a couple inches. He stopped me again. Then he reached down to grab his ass cheeks, those beautiful haunches, and pulled them apart to open himself up more for me. I sunk my pole all the way in, balls deep. The deep moan he gave was half pain, half relief at his own need. “So deep. It’s so big.” He groaned. The heat of his tunnel cooked my meat perfectly, and I could feel the fluids seeping from my piss slit. His muscles spasmed continuously, and it felt like he was jacking off my thick cock with his incredibly tight hole. I rocked side to side, still buried to the root, knowing my hardness was punching his rectal walls. Man, he felt amazing. I took a slow half thrust. Sleeper’s leaking cock bounced. “Hey Zeus, you want to suck his dick?” I asked. Zeus darted over. I could see a large wet spot on the front of his Army sweats. Sleeper’s hard cock was almost as long as mine, just shaped different. The big man bent down and tried to take my buddy’s dick in one swallow. Instead, Zeus gagged halfway down. “Cover your teeth with your lips, buddy. And open your throat. Then use your tongue when he’s in your mouth.” I kept up a slow, steady rhythm of fucking, using only half my dick, and not bottoming out completely. I changed the angle of my stroke, to get that upward direction that would push up into his prostate. “Oh shit! What are you doing? It’s going straight to my dick.” Sleeper announced. He removed one hand to put it on Zeus’s head, forcing him down further onto his cock. Zeus was a champ, opening up to let more of that juice root invade his face. I allowed this much, enjoying how my straight buddy was getting lost in the pleasure he was feeling. I knew that the time had come to rail him without mercy. I began pistoning into his shitcave, my nuts bounced off the bottom of his ass. I was getting close, but I wanted Sleeper to fill our God’s throat with his grunt spunk. I was going to fuck it out of him. The slick walls of his dickchute gripped my shaft with every powerful thrust. I sped up, hammering him. He was bouncing so much Zeus didn’t have to move. I was fucking Sleeper’s hard curved cock into his mouth. “I’m gonna cum, bro. I’m gonna lose it.” Sleeper panted. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.” I grabbed Zeus’s head to keep him from pulling off and bucked up into my buddy like he was a twenty dollar whore. My own orgasm fired up my throbbing shaft and shot out into Sleeper’s guts. I didn’t announce it or change my motion. The sound of Sleeper’s grunting whine told me he was spewing his own creamy essence over Zeus’s tongue. Zeus let out a unintelligible question around the veiny meat penetrating his lips. “Swallow it, Zeus. Sleeper made that for you as a gift.” I told him, still holding his head in place. “It’s a part of him he wants you to have inside you. Show him how thankful you are.” I kept up my thrusts, slower and gentle now as my balls expelled the last of my swimmers, the lazy ones, into my friend. I pulled my dick out slowly. “Your turn Zeus. Show Sleeper how much you love him.” I directed. Sleeper looked at me with a worried face. “Relax, buddy, this won’t change anything. We’re doing this for Zeus.” I assured him. Zeus stood up and pulled his sweats down to free his leaking monster. Like everything about him, his manmeat was larger than life. It had to have been an inch or two longer than me, and just as thick. He was uncircumcised, and even hard his foreskin drooped from the head like a monks cowl. “Push his knees down to get him spread like you want him, butterfly his ass, fold him out like a book. Don’t worry, he can take it. You’re fucking a real man there, he’s used to a little pain.” I urged him. A wad of my nut had escaped the vault of Sleeper’s ruined hole, which was still pulsating from the fuck I’d given him. My DNA sauce decorated his swollen opening like milk on a frosted flake. I fought the urge to slurp it off his hole. Zeus’s veiny snake would need every source of lubricant for the invasion. My buddy lay there spent and surrendered, resolved to his role as a milking sleeve for our manly needs. I could see the absolute capitulation in the relaxation of every muscle he carried. He now realized the overwhelming ecstasy he’d experienced last week, and the previous times I’d masticated him to orgasm weren’t accidental. His ass was the source of heightened pleasure. He could no longer deny the soul wrenching force of ejaculating while a cock stretched him out from the inside. I knew that feeling well. Zeus pushed his butthole digging worm through Sleeper’s now adjusted outer ring. They both let out a sensual moan. My buddy’s ample cock started to power up once again. He was in the right head space for Zeus to fuck another load out of him, if Zeus could hold on long enough to get him there. “Jesus, why does it feel so good?” Sleeper asked. Zeus began plunging in and out of him, lost in his own world of pleasure. He ran his hands over Sleeper’s beautiful body. He long-dicked the hole beneath him, taking full strokes to share every inch. I noticed that Sleeper’s pucker would seal over Zeus’s foreskin on the pullout, keeping it from exiting and stretching it out. Damn that was sexy as hell. Zeus’s rhythm increased, until he was full on rutting that wrestler rump like a rabid animal. He forced his tongue into Sleeper’s mouth, completely smothering my buddy’s lips. Sleeper was grunting with every thrust back into Zeus’s mouth, and I could tell when the friction and pounding made him empty his balls. Zeus didn’t stop, he probably didn’t even notice that he made Sleeper cum. He was grunting now himself, stabbing his sizeable prick deep into Sleeper’s fuck chute with every hard thrust while Sleeper took the violent pounding without complaint. The notes of Zeus’s grunting ascended, getting higher, and I could tell he was ready to blow his wad. With a final shuddering explosion, his entire giant body seized as he delivered the creamy payload deep inside Sleeper’s secret private bunker. “FUDGE!” Zeus exhaled into Sleeper’s mouth. He quickly followed with another grunt as more streams of dick juice spurted out into his crush. And again. Each time accompanied by another violent plunge. “I can’t stop, it’s not stopping!” He groaned, continuing to fire volley after volley from his meat cannon. I can’t imagine how much seed was pouring into my buddy’s wrecked hole. Then he slowed, taking a few lazy strokes. And then he whined like a helo spinning up it’s rotors and plunged in again. “Oh fudge, oh shoot! It’s happening again!” More animal grunts into Sleeper’s waiting mouth as one more time he was taken by the aggressive pumping of his seed spitter. It was probably the greatest male orgasm I’d ever had the privilege to witness. For power, for length, for passion, for uncontrolled physical release, for the sheer expression of masculine togetherness that was Sleeper passively accepting everything Zeus had to give, and Zeus pouring everything he had into the man he loved. It was fucking beautiful.

Your narrow interpretation of the post does not automatically qualify it for censorship - which this site is in any case not heavily subjected to. If you are deeply disturbed by that post, I would advise you to tread very cautiously in other areas of the forum, where that post would seem tame and not particularly outlandish. With regard to @blktone67’s remarks, I might point out that in both instances the scenarios involved either tacit or inferable consent on the part of the bottom. In the first case, he makes it clear that the bottom has changed his mind and permitted the breeding after he has fucked without orgasm for a prolonged period. The fact that he has intentionally withheld his orgasm does not amount to coercion - I’ve had many a long-haul Top fuck me for hours simply because his pleasure is in the fucking, not the cumming. The fact that the bottom has a change if mind somewhere along the way is entirely the bottom’s responsibility. In the second case, the bottom himself removes the condom, then requests that the Top not cum inside. The simple mechanics of sexual intercourse makes it practically impossible to promise anyone that no exchange of fluids will occur, so if the bottom wished to ensure that did not happen, he could simply have left the condom in place. I am a string advocate for a bottom’s right to decide what happens to his body, but it’s the rare Top who has mastered fine control over his orgasm - it’s absurd to expect Tops to be able to judge it correctly every time in the heat of (mutual) passion, let alone control every little secretion. I am not defending @blktone67’s general approach to the question; clearly, he does not consider a bottom’s wishes to be of any consequence if they conflict with his own appetite. I cannot condone such attitudes, but the general trend of discourse on this forum suggests that they are not uncommon, and a relative minority would apply the classification of “rape” as liberally as you seem to do. For my part I believe a large part of my purpose is to service such men and absorb their lusts and “rapes” so that others may be spared their excesses. And I assure you, I know what constitutes an actual rape.

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2. The Perfect Slave Jesse’s reading a book on a chaise lounge by the pool, but he keeps losing his place. The shirtless pool man—most definitely a man, not a pool boy—glances his way a couple of times from the far end of the pool. This guy has to be, Jesse thinks, one of the most ruggedly handsome men he’s ever seen, even from this distance. Slim waist, washboard abs, broad shoulders, longish sun-lightened brown hair, scruffy beard with a full mustache and hairy sideburns, and chest hair that aches to have a hand run through it. He’s mister fantasy cowboy in gym short instead of chaps. No, more like one of those perfect guys in magazine ads for expensive watches or name-brand colognes—water beaded on sculpted pecs—pictures he jerked off to back in his Long Island bedroom. The pool man squats holding his pH testing tubes up to the sun, his lats glisten with sweat, a tuft of black hair under his arm, muscular butt fills out his black gym shorts, thighs taut in a crouch, calves flexed, extra-large bare feet. Satisfied with the pH levels, he dumps the tube's liquid on the deck. He snaps up his kit and returns it to the shed where vacuum hoses, chlorine canisters, and other paraphernalia of his trade are kept. Jesse shoves his face back in his book searching for where he left off. Absently he runs a hand over his newly-buzzed scalp. He’s totally caught off guard when the pool man calls over to him, “Hey, Cue-ball, what’cha readin’?” The pool man closes the shed doors and saunters around the pool in a stride that conveys supreme confidence. An unmistakable oscillation in his gym shorts leaves no question as to why he’s so confident. He sits on the edge of the adjoining chaise across from Jesse, folds his hands in front of him, elbows on knees leaning forward, the bare tip of foreskin peeking out from a leg of his loose silk shorts. “Looks dirty.” Jesse feels his face flush as he again runs his hand self-consciously over his shaved head (a late night inspiration of Mr. McPherson's, reluctantly agreed to by him before he was allowed to go off to his quarters). In a way the buzz cut gives him a feeling of renewal, but he’s still getting used to it. Jesse flips the book around and inspects the two Tom of Finland men fucking on the cover. Trying to sound casual, he reads aloud the title: "The Perfect Slave." “’Hah!” croaks the man. “Mac gave you a manual?” “I dunno. It was in my room," Jesse says, squinting into the sun. "I think it's just a made-up story.” He only now notices some disturbing welts on the man’s wide shoulders he hadn't seen from far away. “All the books in my room are about slaves and masters and junk. Some of them are really nasty, but this one not so much.” Jesse feels the man studying him. His dark olive eyes land on Jesse’s underwear. Shading his brow, curious to get a better look at the man, he sits up on the chaise and asks, “Is 'Mac' Mr. McPherson?” “Mac is what me and Tommy call him, yeah." He reaches out to shake hands. His big mitt fully engulfs Jesse's small paw. "I'm Eros." His grip is really strong, leaving Jesse’s hand a little sore. “Don’t tell anyone," he whispers conspiratorially, "but my name’s really Eric, but Mac and Dante had other ideas. So Eros it is! Me and Tommy are in the shack down by the walkway.” “I’m Jesse. But Cue-ball sounds about right,” Jesse says, grinning. “Yeah, I seen the shack. Looks small for two guys.” “S’okay. Works for me and Mr. T—Tommy. T does the gardening, I do the pool. Sometimes we do Mac and Dante. Sometimes they do us,” Eros explains with a broad smile. He’s taken aback by something else he didn’t see from far away: Eros has a few missing teeth. He assumes with his flawless frame and face he'd be perfect—Jesse scans his furry six-pack abs, his cut arms and legs, his brown hair he’s putting into a ponytail—but up close he can pick out minor oddities: a bruise under an eye, the nervous clenching and unclenching of his jaw, two grisly scars along his right wrist, more than a few nasty purple bruises inside the crook of his arms and a nasty one on his ankle. “So what’s Mac’s book teaching you about being a perfect slave?” Eros asks, nodding at the book. “It's just a dumb story. Um, I haven’t read that much." "What's it about?" Eros leans back, his black armpit hair sticks out, glistening with sweat from the earlier pool vacuuming. Jesse bets this man doesn’t trim anything. "So far? I guess it’s about these two guys who meet this older master, and one of them gets scared and runs off. But in a couple of months, because he didn't hear from his friend, the guy who ran off gets worried and goes back to the master’s house and sees the master has trained his friend to be like the perfect slave." Eros looks at him intensely, like no one has ever looked at him before. It makes him nervous and he begins chattering faster. "Like, I don't know, like he didn’t even know his friend anymore. Like his friend was completely buff now, and, like, worked out every minute and had this totally shredded body, but he isn’t all there.” Jesse taps his temple. He sees that Eros is looking up at Mr. McPherson's window. “That’s as far as I....” his voice trails off. “Sounds oddly familiar,” Eros says, distracted. Jesse looks up and sees Mr. McPherson opening the balcony door—naked, per usual, he’s come to realize. “Jesse," he calls down. "You ought to put on a cap. There should be several in your closet. And Eros, tell Tommy there’s a shipment of plants I want him to pick up at the dock.” “Aye-aye, Cap'n,” Eros calls back up to him. “I’ll let him know.” Mr. McPherson thanks him, gives him a mock salute, and goes back inside. Eros looks sideways at Jesse, and flashes a provocative wink. “Your shoulders are getting a little red, my man. I have sunscreen in my shack. Come over and I’ll do your shoulders. You're back could probably use some too.” Jesse grins, replies, “Aye-aye, Eros.” He likes that Eros doesn’t even ask if he wants him to put sunscreen on him, just assumes he would. He guessed right. Eros leaves by the side gate and Jesse goes in his studio to look for a hat. He opens his closet and, sure enough, several caps line the top shelf. He picks up a black leather one, tries it on and, in the full length mirror on the back of the door, likes what he see: a guy he imagines looks a little tough, with kind of a butch air that Eros might like. It’s certainly better than his stupid lightbulb head. Satisfied, he comes back outside into the bright sunlight, exits through the same gate Eros used, and bounds down the shady walkway. It’s cool under the canopy of trees. Waves brake softly on the other side of the dunes. A chorus of chickadees and wrens peep and chirp from the branches above him. He passes a trickling fountain set in the middle of a koi pond on his right, close to the house. In the dark water fat speckled gold and ruby red carp swim, burbling up their large mouths to the surface before plunging down into the green mossy depths. Following the walkway downhill, a faded pink shack lies on his left before the walkway veers off to the boat dock. In front of the house, Eros chats with a slim blond guy. This presumably is Tommy. Smaller than Eros but definitely defined, the guy has a scraggly beard and is clipping low branches off a large oak as they talk. He’s in ripped denim cutoffs, work boots, no shirt, and is covered in tattoos from ankles to neck. He stops mid-snip when he sees Jesse. “Cue-ball,” Eros hollers at him. “Come meet T.” Jesse approaches tentatively. There’s something sketchy in the way T’s eyeing him. He’s staring at Jesse’s underwear for starters and that makes him suddenly self-conscious. The guy’s blond hair is stringy, long and unkempt like he never met a comb. There doesn’t look like there’s an inch of skin not covered on his chest and arms. As he approaches he notices not even a single finger is without some kind of mark or symbol on it. Across his chest and arms, skulls, top-hatted skeletons, names and words, and a lot of angry animals vie for room on his torso: a roaring lion, a panthers with bloody claws that cling to his ribs, a growling wolf, a snapping shark, a gnarly octopus reaches his tentacles into his cutoffs. Some are poorly drawn, kind of amateurish, some unfinished, like an eight ball on his neck seems to have been abandoned half-way through. One tattoo, however, has Jesse mesmerized: a realistically drawn twelve-inch wooden ruler, one exactly like he'd had in St. Teresa’s Catholic school, one he’d gotten his knuckles rapped more than once for talking back to Sister Helena. It’s accurate right down to the yellow-brown wood grain, with numbered markings down the side notched by eighths of an inch. It travels from the T’s wrist to the crook of his arm. “Like what you see, friend?” Tommy asks, sneering at Jesse whose mouth gapes like one of the carp in the pond. The guy pulls out a pack of Marlboros and lights up. “He sure is a biddy one, in’t he?” he remarks to Eros. “He Mac’s new chew toy?” He blows out the match and flicked it toward Jesse. "You the new chew toy, boy?" “Suppose he is. But he looks right size to me. A pretty pup—” Eros plucks the smoke from Tommy’s mouth, takes a drag and returns it, playfully cuffing Tommy’s chin. “And that’s a fact. Don’t mind him, Cue-ball. He was raised by a pack of wolves so don’t know no better. Takes him a while to warm up, but he eventually does. You just have to scratch his belly.” Eros overpowers T, surprising him, wrapping his arm around his waist and tickles his ribs. Tommy’s doesn’t seem like someone prone laughter and hates it when Eros does this. He tries to feign anger but enjoys Eros' riling nonetheless, shouting, "The fuck off me, motherfucker," pushing Eros away forcefully enough to send the big guy to his butt into the ground ivy. "Asshole," he says, trying to regain his composure while suppressing a smirk. He pushes back his hair and manages to regain his initial scowl, which appears to be his go-to expression. Jesse notices, though, against this tough guy shell, his alert blue eyes, wide smile forced out by Eros, his button nose and apple cheeks, his features fight the supposed gruff guy exterior. Without the tats, scowl and maybe a haircut, he could be the boy next door, the one that dated your sister but snuck into your room late at night and fucked you silly. Where’d that idea come from, Jesse wonders? It’s from the book, it dawns on him, the character that ran away. Weird. Still, it doesn’t make him like Tommy any better. He’s nobody’s chew toy. Tommy feels Jesse staring at him, probably judging him. He spits out, “So Mac fuck you like you never been fucked before, am I right?” Somehow, even after wrestling with Eros, he manages to keep his cigarette parked in the side of his mouth. He coolly takes a draw and calmly exhales with popping smoke rings. Jesse stiffens his lower lip not wanting to respond. Tommy leans his clippers against the tree, saying, “That’s what I thought. Your bow legs give you away.” He turns to Eros who glares at him from the ground. “Tell Mac I’ll bring the plants back in the golf cart." “Sure thing, Oscar,” Eros says, getting up and brushing dirt off his butt. “What you say to me?” Tommy snarls at Eros. Eros rises to his full height, towering over Tommy. “I said, sure thing…Oscar.” The two stare each other down, frozen like statues. Finally, Tommy flicks his cigarette into Eros’ chest and then leaps onto the walkway. As he disappears behind an overgrown thicket of blackberries, he yells back to Jesse, "Awesome cap." Eros brushed off the remaining dirt. “Well, that's T to a T." “Why’d he get so pissed when you called him Oscar?” "Oscar who lived in a garbage can? Well, when I first met T he was living out of a dumpster. Well, he didn't actually live in the dumpster, exactly.” Eros thinks about it for a second. “But pretty much. He don’t like being reminded of those days." Eros looks off in the direction of the dock. "Believe me, he's not always a dick, even if he seems like one.” He hops up on the walkway pulling Jesse up after him. “If you say so.” They follow an offshoot from the main walkway to the shack. “No, really. He’s a good guy. We've been together a long time,” Eros says, searching his pockets and pulling out a key. “How long?” “Dunno. Long time.” Eros seems cagey about the subject. “See, I want to be a tattoo artist. Not much use for a pool guy in winter, right? And I don't wanna be stuck here forever. T's been letting me practice on him. Gives me an idea and I go on Mac's computer and find a stencil." He unlocks the door and stops in the doorway. "Maybe you let me practice on you sometime.” “Maybe,” Jesse returns, noncommittally. Eros motions for Jesse to come in. “Lasciate ogne speranza!” he melodramatically recites. To Jesse’s ear it’s such incredibly bad Italian he barks out a laugh, but quickly returns in equally feigned seriousness, “Voi ch’intrate,” as he goes through the door. “Say what?” Eros snorts, confused but somewhat miffed at Jesse's suspected snub in what sounded like pretty authentic Italian. He doesn’t like not having the upper hand. “It’s the rest of the line from The Inferno, ‘Abandon all hope…ye who enter here’,” Jesse explains. “The nuns loved to scare us with all that nine circles of hell crap. And my grandpa…when I was little, he lived with us—never spoke one word of English—it was one of the only books he brought over with him. He use to read it to me. I remember crying one time cause he got so carried away with the devil part. He distracted me by having us watch some wrestling match. Became our Friday ritual." Jesse glances at Eros. “Bruno Sammartino, God he loved him. You look like him a little. If you had a bigger nose.” He’s rambling because, whether he knows it or not, he’s so goddamn envious of what he see looking around the shack. "It’s not exactly what I expected hell to look like,” he says, trying to make a joke of it. The shack’s small, but a perfect breeze flows through the many windows. The forest might as well be part of the room. Dappled light plays across the lacquered floorboards. A worn wooden counter runs along one wall, next to a sink with a little round mirror hanging on a string, a mini-fridge and a hot plate. Across from the counter a gray futon lies on the floor, a beat-up dresser next to it. “Funny. Hmm. I still haven’t met him yet. Dante,” Jesse remarks, absorbing the life he feels in here. “Didn’t know there was a second line.” Eros’ face has clouded over, like a rainstorm approaching. “That’s all Dante said when he showed me the place the first time. Lasciate ogne speranza.” Paraphernalia’s strewn on the dresser includes a packet of cigarettes, a glass pipe in a ceramic ashtray, lighter, several cellophane baggies of white powder, and a dozen or so orange capped syringes. Eros notes Jesse freeze when he sees the needles. "Thought T had cleaned up," he says. Jesse feels the weight of Eros staring at him again. A tense silence shrouds the room since he’d spied the syringes. Jesse instinctively goes to the opposite corner of the room to examine some pornographic stencils thumbtacked to the closet door. “Yeah, maybe you could do that—give me a tattoo. Like, two stars maybe, here and here," he says, pointing to his hip bones. "I always seen that on porn guys—not that I think I’m a porn guy.” Studiously he examines a stencil of a very phallic looking snake. “Not really me. Awhile back I got a fish tattooed on my ankle. Cause I’m Pisces.” He angles his foot to show Eros, who’s cooling looking at him. Jesse points to the scorpion tattoo on the back of Eros’ hand. “You’re Scorpio, right? I bet that hurt, tattoo on bones and all.” Eros keeps quietly staring at him. "Pisces and Scorpies get along real good," he babbles, suddenly hearing what an idiot he sounds like. He becomes quiet waiting for Eros to say something. One of the bamboo blinds catches a breeze, and unrolls with a snap against the windowsill. Jesse winces. Eros goes over and ties back up the blind. “The scorpion means something else.” Eros seems about to add more, but changes his mind. The earlier mood has been deflating by the second since they entered. Jesse's shoulders begin to sag. Eros tells him, “Sit or lay down and I’ll do your shoulders, so you can get back to your slave book.” Jesse think for a second about just leaving—about crying, actually—but instead kneels onto the futon and then lays down. Eros pauses, then asks, "You want skivvies on or off?” Without a second’s thought, Jesse pulls off his underwear. He hears Eros above him hold his breath before suddenly bursting into a fit of laughter. “Fuckin’ A, boy! That is the whitest ass I’ve ever seen!” Eros can’t help himself now. He’s escalated to braying! “C’mon, you’re blinding me, kid! Where’s my fuckin’ sunglasses?” Fucking donkey, Jesse thinks, but keeps it to himself. Eros remains genuinely committed to ridicule. The longer it goes on the more Jesse can’t help but start to break down his defensiveness. It's probably more relief than belief that his white ass is as hysterical as Eros’ guffaws make it out. But still it makes him titter at Eros under his armpit. In return the pool man he'd met back on the chaise returns an expansive, tooth-gapped grin. It’s funny and stupid and meaningless all at the same time. Eros plops on the futon to his left and draws an ‘S’ with the suntan lotion down his back all the way to his tailbone. Eros gives out a few last blurts, but he’s getting into his task. The boy’s smooth back and bubble butt, white as it is, also helps. A little cold dribble trails from Jesse’s coccyx into his crack. Eros massages the lotion over Jesse's back, kneading his shoulder with a firm grip. Jesse melts into the futon. The strong musk of two men wafts up from the pillow. He tries to ignore it as best he can lest he spring an immediate boner. Eros forcefully applies pressure over his back and slides greasy hands along the sides of his ribcage. “Fuck, Eros, you’re great at this,” he says. He’s beginning to feel like putty in the rugged man’s hands—which kind of is the plan of him coming to the shack, well, before he’d encountered Tommy. “Folks say I’m the best." Eros grazes his hairy chest over Jesse’s back with the excuse of rubbing lotion on Jesse’s extended right arm. "And not just putting on sunscreen,” he brags shamelessly. He glides slippery lotion around each of Jesse’s butt cheeks, then draws a line down each of his legs, rubbing it in and around the sides of his thighs. “Your legs are so smooth. Mac shave you last night?” he asks softly, massaging his left calve, then running his palm inside his thigh stopping as he brushes Jesse’s taint. Between the smell of Eros and Tommy buried in the pillow and Eros’ increasing erotic touch, Jesse feels an inevitable erection coming on. He shifts his hips for a second to free his hardening dick, but the move coincides with Eros’ gliding his fingers close enough to Jesse’s crack that it causes a slight detour. Eros’ pinky and ring fingers slip easily inside Jesse’s sloppy butthole. The boy can’t help but yelp in instant surprise overlapping with pleasure. Eros smiles to himself and keeps massaging, as if spreading lotion always involved sticking fingers up someone’s ass. “You’re lucky,” Eros says, not losing a beat. He puts his full weight into Jesse's thighs, wrapping his hand under to massage the top side of his leg along with the back. Jesse’s smooth balls get their share of Eros’ furry fingers grazing his testicles. “Hair’s always getting caught up wherever, when I’m getting greased." His hands slip under both sides of Jesse's pelvis. Then, in an opposite motion, Eros presses down with the heels of his hands pulling Jesse’s ass cheeks apart. "Your hole is smooth, too, I bet,” Eros says, examining his sphincter. A dollop of spit drools onto the hole and then a finger follows up. “Yep. You’ll never need to shave that pretty bung hole. That's an A-1 puckerer if even I saw one. And that’s no lie.” Jesse doesn’t know how to respond, but knows he doesn’t want Eros to stop. “Thank you?” Jesse weakly proposes in his state of arousal. Eros released another string of spit collecting in the crevice. “Mmm,” Jesse murmurs. Giving into desire, he pushes out his ring so it opens slightly. Eros uses his finger to swirl his saliva around the small opening. Like an undulating worm, his index finger crawls inside the entrance, eliciting a deep moan from Jesse. Eros licks his other fingers, and slides his full palm inside. Once he feels Jesse accepts his hand, he rocks in and out. “You like that, baby?” Jesse groans a deep, gratifying affirmative. With Jesse’s hole submitting, Eros tries a couple of fingers from his other hand. Now six fingers occupy Jesse’s hole. Jesse can’t help but grunt as Eros pulls open his ring from side to side, massaging both inside and outside the hole. Eros lets drop another large dollop of spit that seeps down into the gaped opening. Jesse whimpers as Eros has three fingers from each hand now pulling his sphincter apart. Eros rocks his fingers in and out, pulling the interior walls in opposite directions. He lowers himself just above the boy’s ear, “How’s that for you? You want me to keep going?” “Yesssss,” Jesse wheezes, pressing his ass up into Eros’ expert hands. “Fuck, Eros, Mr. McPherson gave you the right name.” Eros withdraws one hand and with his other adds his pinky finger into Jesse's open butt, immediately following up with the whole palm of his other hand. “Two hands, eight fingers, kiddo. Mac really opened you up nicely. Your hole is really hungry, isn’t it, baby?” Jesse affirms, mm-hm. “Did he fist you?” “No. But I've always fantasized about it.” The shack is quiet for some time as Eros feels inside Jesse's body, pulling his ass apart, spying deep into his colon. With his face smooshed into the bed, Jesse confesses, "I seen a lot of fisting on the internet and I always wanted to be a guy that rides a fist." "From my experience, it's mostly a psychological barrier." Eros’ palms turn one way then the other, causing all kinds of grunts to erupt out of Jesse. “Got my scorpie stinger fully inside you, buddy, but I don’t know if you’re ready to take a fist as big as mine. I got extremely big paws and they don’t collapse. Mac and Dante can take 'em but more than likely a first timer’s a no-go." "No. Keep going, Eros," Jesse urges, face muffled in the pillow, fully enraptured by Eros’ and Tommy’s scent, loving the sensation of this hot man inside his rectum. "Okay, I’ll go slow and you tell me if it starts to hurt.” He pulls his hand out, opening the bottom dresser drawer and gets out a can of grease. He applies a heaping amount over his hand and pushes some inside Jesse's hole. He slips two fingers back in and, with the pads of his fingers, coats the walls as far into the kid’s rectum as he’s able. He slides four fingers in fairly easily, but at the web between his finger and thumb the boy flinches. He tries again, slower this time, but Jesse recoils with a cry in the futon. "Baby, you're probably sore from last night. You might need a break." Jesse turns on his side not ashamed to show Eros' how his hand has turned him on. His rigid cock points straight up, his newly upgraded 6 gauge P.A. falls heavily to the side. “Look at you with your hard on and P.A.,” Eros chuckles, giving the ring a tug. "Maybe you can use just your dick then," Jesse suggests, helpfully. He’s never wanted a man inside him like this before. Mr. McPherson definitely opened his floodgates. The door swings open and Tommy returns home. Jesse quickly turns onto the futon burying his hard-on together with his not-well-thought-out plan. Tommy absorbs the scene, and begins washing dirt off his hands. “Hey, don’t let me stop you." He turns off the water and picks up a towel. "Awesome P.A., chew toy,” he teases, playfully smirking. Eros’ cock is tenting his shorts. He says to Tommy, “What do you think, T? My man, here, wants to take his first fist and we all know my big mitt is to too much for a newbie." “Eros!” Jesse quickly interjects, “I thought it was just you and me." "I’m hurt, kid," Tommy says, disingenuously, finishing drying his hands. “You cut me deep. Maybe all I wanna do is watch Eros rip apart a punk's fuckhole.” Jesse has his face buried in the futon. Eros sticks two fingers into Jesse butt. Jesse grabs his hand and yanks it out. This makes Eros growl and slap his ass, hard. Jesse yelps and sits against the wall, his hard-on still completely rigid. Jesse pouts, his arms wrapped around his knees, his balls hiding his butthole. “I think,” says Eros slowly to Tommy, “my man came here to get his first fist, and Mr. T, with his human-size mitts, is the perfect one for cherry popping.” Jesse bites his lower lip, considers his options, seeing Tommy eyeing him, waiting to see what he has to say. “Maybe he don’t wanna fist me,” he says. “He don’t even like me.” Tommy studies Jesse, takes in Eros' bulging shorts, and sniggers, “I like you okay, but I'm more interesting in fisting you.” He jumps down next to Jesse and plays with his P.A. Seeing the boy sitting there compromised, maybe a bit humiliated, but at the same time defiant, brings out some empathy for the punk. “Sorry ‘bout earlier,” T says, still toying with his P.A. “Sometimes I'm an asshole—sometimes a dick. You caught me being both." He takes a bead of pre-cum off Jesse's ring and licks it. "How’s ‘bout me and Eros get naked with you, smoke a peace pipe, and see where that goes,” Tommy says, the forest light catching his blue eyes, teeth shining beneath sandy blond whiskers. He unbuttons his cutoffs, and slips them over his work boots, revealing a growing hard-on beneath a shaved but colorful crotch. Where the pubes would be, the smooth area is dominated by a red and black demon tattoo whose mouth ends with Tommy's dick sprouting out like a big pink tongue. “How’s that sound, Chewbacca?" The proposition persuades; the demon dick seals the deal. Jesse nods his head excitedly. Eros brings over a full bowl and lighter. They sit cross-legged in a circle passing around the glass pipe. Tommy shows Jesse how to shotgun, and once he gets the hang of it, he shotguns Eros and Eros shotguns Tommy. After the pipe makes a few rounds, Eros strips off his shorts springing to life his dark, fat uncut cock, its pink head poking through monumental foreskin. He lays Jesse on the mattress and dry humped his hairy torso against Jesse smooth body. Tommy tilts the pair to their sides and takes up frotting Jesse from the back. Sandwiched Jesse writhes in heaven. Eros goes down on Jesse, and Jesse almost loses his mind. The rough beard and mustache tortures his skin. He twists his head around and sticks his mouth on Tommy, then urges Tommy to get higher up the bed so he can suck his demon dick. Close up, he sees the pantheon of small experimental tattoos Eros has created. All are filthy and beautiful. Hairy gorilla-men with huge cocks and giant nipples, fucking, sucking, eating ass, bald demons fist-fucking startled, orgasming boys, phallic aliens spurting fountains of cum, men transforming into wolves, bears into men, men into beasts. Tommy’s pelvis is a temple of perversion. Jesse ogles them all, touching each degenerate image. He sees bravery in Tommy putting his imagination and desires on permanent display, how much he doesn’t give a shit what the world thinks of him or his desires. He wants to be like him, wants Eros to carve images like those into him, too. He sucks on the demon tongue, getting Tommy fully aroused, showing him he can swallow his demon to its root. And Tommy’s fine with that, pressing the kid’s head against his pubic bone, skullfucking him hard. Images come alive to Jesse as he accepts Tommy’s cock down his throat. He gags only a few times, and each time it makes Tommy more excited. Jesse’s mind wanders as he’s sucking cock. The illustrated performance of degenerate acts becomes a roadmap of where he wants to travel and how to get there. He grabs Tommy’s hand—the one with the wooden ruler—and puts it between his legs, shoving it into his crack and grinds on it. Jesse releases Tommy’s rod and relaxes against Eros’ chest. Tommy lifts a leg, Eros lifts his other and inches them back against the wall. Both legs in the air, Jesse’s puckering hole now fully exposed, Tommy touches it was a dollop of grease. "Give him some amyl," Tommy suggests, holding one of Jesse legs while Eros fumbles with the dresser drawer and takes out a wooden box. He opens it and brings out a capsule. Jesse looks up to Eros curiously. "It’s like poppers only stronger,” Eros assures him. “Don’t worry. I got ya." Eros breaks a capsule under Jesse nose and tells him to breathe deep. Jesse obeys and feels his morality shed like snake skin. "Oh, fuck, yeah," he breathes, as Tommy pushes in a ball of grease. It feels incredibly slimy and he feels incredibly sleazy—loving this new state of mind. "Aw, shit, man. Yeah! Stick that shit up my ass," he bellows. "Hey Tommy, I think he likes it," Eros gloats, pulling Jesse’s legs farther apart. Tommy knits his brow and pushes in more grease, making sure it fully coats Jesse rectum. Four fingers easily slide in, as Jesse’s anal nerve endings catch fire. He melts back into Eros' pelt, and runs his peach fuzz cheek against his fur, running his fingers up to the man’s powerful shoulders, then down through Eros' armpits. He slathers the wetness he finds there across his palm, holds the man’s scent to his nose, then sticks his fingers in his mouth. He savors the acrid taste, at the same time giving Tommy more access to his guts. He feels his ass being probed and stretched by a knowing hand. The amyl seduces his mind, surrendering to these two experts, craving their control and wanting them to mold him in the fashion they were molded. The more perverse the better. "Up to the fleshy part of my thumb,” reports Tommy. His other hand slowly strokes his hard-on. "Three big hits,” Eros says. “Ready?" He breaks a second capsule and holds Jesse tightly, holding the chemical under his nose, getting a heady waft of it himself. Jesse feels lightheaded, swoons after the third huff, tries to avoid any more by tilting his head away, but Eros hold his head fast, not allowing him to move. He orders Jesse to keep inhaling and to hold it until he, Eros, permits him to release. Jesse holds it in. Obeying Eros is instinctual. His mind reels with obscene thoughts of what he wants Eros and T to do to him. Most of all he wants Tommy’s hand to impale his hole. Eros tells him can exhale. Jesse is wild as he draws breath. "Yeah, fist my hole open, T. Wreck it, wreck my hole!" Tommy's hand slides in as Jesse yowls, his sphincter squeezing the fleshy part of Tommy’s hand, which of course pushes Tommy’s hand in deeper, quickly slurping up to the wrist inside the burning virgin cavern. "That's it, good job," Eros murmured in his ear, holding his legs with his forearms, lightly playing with his nipples. But a sudden panic flares up inside Jesse’s bowels. His body sets off alarm bells with the realization of a large foreign object now resides inside his body. "Take it out. Get it out," he wails, clamping his asshole. "Dude, I can't. Relax. You're squeezing too hard. Give him another cap, Eros." Eros scoops up another amyl, breaks it and holds Jesse's head firmly until he feels the boy surrender in his arms. "Enjoy it, baby,” he growls seductively. “Feel T's hand inside you. It's a man's hand that has you. Feel how he controls you with the slightest movement of his fingers." Tommy enacts exactly what Eros is saying as he says it. “Feel how T’s touching the most intimate parts of your body. It’s your virginity being deflowered.” On cue, Tommy twists his hand feeling the vast internal wall of the boy’s rectum, feeling the heat and wetness of this enraptured creature under his control. “Feel,” Eros whispers, “how he can twirl a finger and tease parts of you open that have never been touched. You can’t stop him even if you wanted. I’m holding you open and T is probing you. And, besides, you don’t want it to stop.” “I don’t,” Jesse gasps in complete agreement. “The fucker’s really opening,” Tommy says, feeling a new depth he can get to. Feeling his hand reach the proper depth, he starts curling his fingers toward his palm. "Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. T, what are you doing?" Jess asks incredulously, not being able to see anymore, only feeling the strangest sensation of Tommy doing something inside him, a feeling he never in a millions years could imagine. "What is that?" "I'm rolling my hand into a ball.” He pauses: mission accomplished. “You've got your first fist in you, dude. You’ve taken my fist. How's that feel, motherfucker?" Tommy watches any strain melt from Jesse face, as he slowly rotates his fist inside the kid's body. "You like being my hand puppet, Chewbacca? Huh?" He pulses it only slightly to let the kid know he’s got total control of his bowels. "Yeah. I wanna be your meat puppet, T," Jesse confesses, opening his eyes, taking Tommy in for first time since taking his hand. He looks up into Eros' face. "I've got T's fist in me, Eros. Fuck, it’s so fuckin’ good," he rasps, as Tommy twists it back and forth. He feels Tommy starting to pull out. He pleads, emphatically, "No, no, no. Leave it in." Tommy releases it back in. Jesse runs a finger down Tommy's forearm tracing the inches of the ruler to see how far in he is. Tommy sees what he was after. "I'm in two inches, fucker," he says, stroking his cock. "Fuck," is all Jesse can say in amazement. Eros exchanges a look with Tommy. Tommy nods. Eros lays Jesse back on the mattress and breaks another amyl under the boy’s nose. Jesse put up no resistance. His arms fall open like he’s on a crucifix. He relishes how far away he is, how good he feels, breathes in the amyl over and over, getting completely lost in the gauze of his mind. He’s the Good Thief on the cross. He’s a Roman soldier. He’s the spear that’s piercing him. He’s entered the first circle of Hell and loving it. Tommy opens his hand, pulls it out slightly, then slides it back in. Jesse grabs his knees and mutters fuck me over and over. Tommy and Eros give each other knowing smile. Tommy slowly works up to piston-fisting without ever coming out of the boy’s chute. He notes how much of the broadest part of his hand can stretch apart the boy’s hole. He coolly observes how much Jesse is getting off on being stretched. Feeling his power and control over the kid, Tommy rock hard cock leaks pre-cum. Eros approvingly watches T getting ready to use Jesse’s hole. He sees him bend over the kid and helps him to lube up his rigid pole. Tommy pumps his hand to the fleshiest part of his palm, where he expands Jesse’s hole to its maximum stretch. Jesse relishes the stretch now, grimacing at first, but slowly coming round to desiring this sensation. Once Tommy knows Jesse is able to take the full stretch, he inserts his hand deep, opens his palm inside the hole, leaving his thinner wrist at the entrance. Slowly he eases in his erection next to his wrist and the stretched hole begins to accept the added flesh. Eros break yet another cap under Jesse’s nostrils then shares it with Tommy. He savors Jesse's expression of submission to his man: the boy’s eyes staring into the distance, mouth agape, as Tommy presses his hand and cock deep inside the boy’s hole. Eros strokes himself, too, as witness to the lust of these two beasts heaving in exaltation. Tommy feels his cock inching toward the palm of his hand, feels it slide into his grip, then starts rocking his cock back and forth in his palm. As he masturbated inside the boy, his cockhead expands even larger, his cockhead engorged by his tight grip. His cockhead flattens until he feels it pop through his thumb and finger, into the viscous, fleshy canal beyond, with Jesse blasting out a rapturous cry. Jesse’s overwhelmed by new sensations: first, the additional stretch being asked of sphincter, enjoying that Tommy, a man he hardly knows, is pulling him apart—this hot, tattooed dirt bag douchebag is fisting the shit out of him; and second, the size of the fist had increased, not painfully but noticeably. But he was also aware of a new rhythmic throbbing of an internal piston, something familiar yet combined with stimuli he can’t grasp. Opening his eyes, sees Tommy above his body humping him. He puts it together, first in a burst of panic, but then aware his body has already accepted and, more, is enjoying the fuck out of it. He speaks directly to Tommy above him, "Yeah, jerk off in me, T. Fuck my guts. Shoot your cum and breed me, sir." Hearing sir triggers something in Tommy and he explodes, quaking his body into his hand and inside Jesse’s hole, flooding this scumbag motherfucking chew toy with copious amounts of his tainted seed. He pinches his cockhead buried inside the fucker, squeezing out his swimmers, causing him pleasure and increasing shudders of post-climactic distress that he doesn’t want to end. Eros plants his mouth on Tommy and they make out over the writhing boy beneath. As Tommy empties the last of his load, he looks down, saying, “Open.” Jesse opens his mouth and Tommy hocks a wad of spit into his mouth. Tommy dislodges his cock and is slowly extracting his hand when Eros grabs him by the wrist. "No way, dude," he snarls. Tommy kneels to the side, hand still firmly lodged inside Jesse's cum-covered guts. Eros rubs the foreskin of his large emerging cockhead against Tommy lubed wrist. The foreskin slowly slides its way alongside Tommy’s wrist. Tommy watches Eros' body dominate the kid’s small frame, feels the pressure build at the boy’s resisting hole as even further girth is demanded to stretch open his sphincter. Eros' stone-hard cock is no match for Jesse. He breaks the entrance with Jesse giving a sharp gasp. The girth of Eros combined with the volume of the hand is too much for Jesse. He tosses his head in rejection and pushes at Eros’ chest. Eros holds the boy’s head in his hands, his eyes boring into Jesse’s, wresting control of his will. Jesse realizes he can’t resist Eros, nor—in his heart—does he want to, and accepts his manhood, with Tommy's hand stroking the tip back and forth inside him. Eros waits for an outward sign of the boy’s surrender. Jesse’s mouth opens, and Eros spits in it. Eros slides more of his shaft deeper into Tommy's waiting hand making Jesse inhale in distress. "So fucking hot, boy, getting jacked inside you with my man’s hand." His deep voice seduces him, overrunning his resistance, overturning every red flag his body throws out. Jesse cringes, takes a breath, then parts his leg wider so Eros can dive all the way to his thick black bush. He feels Eros’ wiry hairs scratching his hairless balls. Tommy forces back Eros’ foreskin, and Jesse feels this enormous cockhead infiltrating his intestine, the girth like nothing he's ever felt. "Try to push us out," Eros instructs Jesse as he impales him. It’s a futile order, but one he knows not to disobey. Furiously he clamps down with all his might. After only a few seconds of pounding, he’s not able to keep up the strain of clamping down, and surrenders. Tommy's hand slides in deeper. Where once Tommy had grasped Eros at the base of his cock, he now is further up Jesse’s colon pulling on Eros’ foreskin driving him and Jesse into a frenzy, both bucking wildly, Jesse in distress, Eros in ecstasy. "Get me off, T,” says Eros. “Get me to knock up this hole," he pants, his forearm coiling like a boa constrictor around Jesse’s head, his black armpit hair drenching the boy's lips. In an abandonment he submits to, Jesse licks the dripping sweat from the man’s pits, feeling Tommy pistoning his guts, Eros’ cockhead ravishing his entrails in the deepest part of his body. Jesse reaches down and feels how hard his own cock is. He clutches and releases his helpless hole, allowing both men to use his intestine with violent recklessness, until his hole orgasms in tectonic quakes, stronger even than his cock had ever erupted. His body shakes repeatedly as Eros explodes, Tommy squeezing his manhood mercilessly because he knows Eros wants it no other way. Eros spasms along with Jesse, roaring with the timbering of a heavy body from the sky, raining down on Jesse, crushing him, a torrent of cum spewing in his guts, heavy breath, sweat, stench, then secondary tremors, first in Eros, then in Jesse, then back again to Eros. Jesse’s body vibrates like a plucked bass string, trembling in shocked overload. Unable to process all that’s been done to him, all of which was willingly and unwillingly accepted. His mind is untethered—free floating. The powerful wrestler Bruno Sammartino lies on top of him. He glides his palms over the wrestler’s enormous shoulders, along the powerful chest. The wrestler kisses him and he kisses him back, deeply. Then the nasty boy next door in all his tattoos bends over and kisses him, too. A warm breeze passes through the shack. The bamboo blinds catch the ocean air, and fall to the window sill. No one moves. Jesse feels a little more sperm leak in his hole. Tommy and Eros’ sperm will be with him for a long time. Eros extracts himself from Tommy's hand. Out of T’s grip and Jesse’s wrecked mess of a hole, Eros falls on his back. Slowly his breathing calms as he stares at the ceiling. He listens to the sea on the far side of the dunes, and feels the waft of the ocean cool his dripping body. With much more care, Tommy slides his hand almost out of Jesse ass. At the beginning of withdrawal, Jesse moans. He anticipated the disconnectedness the boy would soon feel, the confusion of regret and still simmering desire. He knows because once, long ago, amid the back alley trashcans, anything-for-a-fix days he’s fought to suppress, he’s knows this feeling. Much to Jesse's satisfaction he returns his hand inside. Jesse isn’t yet ready to give up T’s offering, but his mind is beyond spent. Raw, inflamed, yes. Jesse runs a finger over Tommy's forearm, and Tommy understands. "Six inches," Tommy says to the silent query. "Good start, Chewbacca. Now push out your pussy and give me back my fuckin’ hand.” Jesse complies and grunts with an epic shudder as Tommy’s hand dislodges. “Show us your wrecked cunt,” says T. Eros rolls over to watch Jesse stretch his cheeks apart and push out a small, cum-filled rosebud. A tiny creature slithers out like some shy, exotic sea anemone then returns inside his rectum. Eros taps two fingers against his hole ordering him to push again. Jesse pushes harder this time. As his guts pushed out, Eros pulls the lips apart and Tommy traced a finger around the sphincter. Eros bends in and laps some cum out of the boy’s feathery pedals, depositing spent seed back into Jesse waiting mouth. Tommy puts pressure around the boy’s delicate tendrils. Eros and Tommy admire the gaping protrusion, each taking a turn to lick it. Tommy lobs a comment to Eros, "Looks like we'll pull a prolapse out of Chewy yet." Eros grins, and brushes his shadowy beard against Jesse's sensitive bloom, causing Jesse to flinch, and yet he responds by exposing even more of his rose to Eros’ sandpaper chin. He knows that that’s a sensation he wants much, much more of.

---- Part 2 ---- Paul hadn't called during the day on Sunday so I got the nerve up and called him Sunday evening. "Hey buddy, how's it going?" Paul answered, way too cheerfully. "Uh... ok... I guess" I replied somberly. "You don't sound ok. What's up?" the cheerful tone still in Paul's voice. "Uh... you were right. On Friday I found out I got infected with HIV. Probably from that guy a month ago. He's the only hookup that I had bare sex with since my last test" I replied, softly. "Hey, don't sound so down. You'll be fine" Paul replied. We talked for another fifteen minutes and he seemed a little distracted. Then he said "I just booked a ticket for next weekend to visit you. We'll have fun like the old days. I bet that ass is really tight if you haven't gotten fucked in a month" Paul said with a chuckle. "Uh... no. No fucking. I was told no sex until they get the next test results and I've been on treatment for a while" I said, my voice trembling. I knew it would be good to see him but I knew the temptation to fuck like before would be huge. Paul laughed like I just told the world's best joke. "I've never fucked a viral poz guy, just undetectable ones. You're gonna be my first!" he exclaimed. "No, Paul. I can't. I don't want to infect you too" I replied, sobbing a little. As much as I wanted or needed to feel his bare cock in me again, I just couldn't chance it. "Plane lands at 3:30pm on Friday. I'll meet you after work and we can have a fun weekend. I'll put a smile back on that face. Uh... Corey. If they give you meds, don't take them before I get there, OK?" he said just before hanging up. I was worried, but I knew he had made his mind up. Thursday I sent him a text giving him the address of a bar near my apartment that I liked to go to. I thought it would be a good place to meet. When I walked in on Friday, I looked around and didn't see him. My heart sank, thinking he'd gotten cold feet and didn't even want to see me again. Then I spotted him coming out of the restroom, licking his lips. A few seconds later, an older guy with shaved head and a big beard walked out and slapped him on his butt. "Holy fuck, Corey! You're lookin' great! I almost didn't recognize you with the beard" Paul said as he came up to me. He gave me this long, tight hug. When he let go of me, he tugged me over to a table in the corner where his beer was waiting. I looked him over and he had changed too. The diamond stud earring in his left ear were replaced with blue metal plugs in both lobes and he now had a thick septum ring in his nose. I saw a tattoo poking below the left sleeve of his polo shirt and it looked like there were piercings in his nips showing through the shirt. The smile was the same and his eyes darted around the room looking for hot guys just like usual. After we finished the first beer, I asked "So what's the deal with the bear and the bathroom?" Paul chuckled before he grabbed both glasses and went to the bar for a refill. When he came back, he stood behind me and whispered in my ear "I found out I like daddy dick." He set my beer down before he sat back down on the stool across from me and the smile turned into a grin. "I swallowed a few loads in there waiting for you" Paul said. I couldn't remember ever seeing Paul on his knees sucking a guy, he was always the one standing against the wall fucking some eager cocksucker's face. Right then was the first time my cock had twitched in over a month. We talked some more and I found out he was enjoying his single life. Like me, there was no boyfriend, just a stream of hookups satisfying our needs. I wanted another beer, if just to delay getting back to my place and having to find an excuse to not have sex with Paul. At least my interest in sex was coming back. He had a different idea. "Let's get out of here and go back to your place so I can drop off my backpack. If we drink much more I'll forget about it" he said. We made it the four blocks to my apartment and as soon as we got inside, he dropped his backpack and pinned me against the wall. Paul had always kissed aggressively but this was even rougher than I had remembered. His hands were roaming all over my body too and a minute later I began to reciprocate. For the first time in a couple weeks I felt desirable again. Paul's fingers unbuttoned my shirt and were pinching and twisting my nips like he always loved to do. Just like all those other times, it made my cock hard and it was straining at my trunks and pants. One of his hands slipped around my chest and down my spine, trying desperately to get inside the back of my pants. "Fuck!" he growled into my ear and his hand quickly unbuckled my belt and then unbuttoned my pants. Just as quickly his hand was back to my ass, this time with his fingers sliding up and down my crack. My tongue jabbed back into his mouth as my hands were now fumbling with his jeans. When I got them open, my hand dug inside and wrapped around his stiffening shaft. I expected to find some more metal, but it was just hard flesh dripping at the end. I knew my mouth would feel better than my hands blindly groping him, so I reached back up and pulled his shirt up. It was on the floor in seconds and we took the brief break to dispatch our pants and shoes. I dragged him to the bedroom, both of us in just underwear that we quickly shed once we got to the bed. Pushing him back, I had him laying on the bed with me on top. My tongue found his left nip and began playing with the little bar that pierced it. Each flick of my tongue got his cock harder and soon it was nestled next to mine as I hunched over his body, playing with his nipples. My mouth had one nip and my fingers the other, changing sides every few minutes. After several iterations, I let my tongue trace down the center of his abs until my chin bumped into his hard shaft. A few seconds later, I had my mouth wrapped around his cock and was taking it into my throat like I had done a thousand times before. Once his cock was fully hard and throbbing, I slowly pulled off and crawled off the bed. In the nightstand was a box of condoms and lube and I grabbed one and opened the package. "No fucking latex. I want to feel that ass just like before, skin on skin" Paul growled. "But.." I started to say but he cut me off. "I told you, I want to fuck my first real poz guy and you're it, Corey" Paul said, scowling back at me. It was then that I realized the dynamic between us had changed and he was here more to fuck a poz guy than help me get out of my depressed state. I set the condom down and crawled on top of him, straddling him with my rigid cock laying on his stomach. I felt him slap his cock against my ass and then rub it along my crack. Lifting up slightly he worked his cock between my butt cheeks and then to my hole. For the first time in over a year I felt his bare cock at my entrance and I desperately wanted to feel him inside me. Except I couldn't. I didn't want to be the one to infect him. Paul saw my hesitance and thrust his hips up, ripping into my tight hole. "FUCK!" I screamed out as the pain rippled through my body. The spit I left on his shaft wasn't nearly enough lube since I was planning on rolling a condom on. He dropped his hips and slipped out a half second before driving his hips back up and his cock half way inside. I saw stars. I tried to scream again, but nothing came out. I heard him let out a sinister laugh. He held his cock in me a few seconds and then thrust up a third time. I cried out some gibberish and a few seconds later, I was panting and my body was twisting around trying to get some relief from the pain. "Is that how he fucked you? Ramming his cock in to wreck your hole so the bug was sure to infect you?" Paul asked. His voice was the most menacing I'd ever heard it. I almost didn't think it was him. "No... I... was... on... all fours... when... he... was... rough" I said, gasping between each word. I heard Paul cackle and then throw me off, grab my hips and then mount me. This time, while it hurt, he slid in much easier and my scream was quieter. "More like that?" Paul asked after my scream had faded. His hips were firmly planted against my ass and his raw cock was buried inside me. "Uh huh" I said breathlessly. He leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. I couldn't tell if his cock was throbbing inside me or if my ring was throbbing around his dick from the brutal intrusion. Paul slowly started to rock his hips, driving in and out of my tortured hole a couple inches. A few minutes later, pleasure started mixing with the pain and Paul softly said "Good... remember that and do the same when you fuck me." I gasped and started to panic, his comment about me fucking him setting off alarms in my head. But it didn't last long as he plowed my ass just like the old days. He would fuck faster and then slow down, most of the time using three quarters of his length and occasionally shoving in hard and bottoming out. Eventually, he rolled me on my back, pushed my legs back and began fucking me again. The smile on his face told me that he was enjoying this as much as I was. The pain was gone and I started to playfully squeeze his shaft as he plowed. Paul would slow down and lean in, kissing me briefly before he picked up the pace. When his breathing started to get hard, I knew he was close. Part of me wanted to prolong the fuck and part of me wanted to push him over the edge and feel his cum inside me again. I reached up and rubbed my thumbs over his nips and seconds later got the reward I wanted. Paul groaned loudly as I felt his cock throb as he filled me with his cum. It was a feeling I never got bored with and it was even better because it was him. "Working your way toward being a power bottom?" he asked and I just grinned back at him. "I like it, but that's the last time I fuck you this weekend until right before I leave" he said. I stared back at him, shocked. Paul laughed again and said "The rest of the time, you're going to be fucking me and filling me with that newly charged seed." My stomach flip flopped a few times and the stark reality of my new status filled my mind. I'm sure he could sense my uneasiness because he suddenly shifted gears. Slowly he pulled his still hard cock out and laid down next to me. Paul's arms pulled me close and we started to make out. "Mmm, so weird to kiss you with that beard, but fuckin' love it" he said quietly before intertwining his legs with mine and kissing me again. We kept at it for close to an hour, just like we used to do until both of us faded off to sleep. I woke a little later, my head on his chest and my hard cock laying on his leg. I moved my head slightly before flicking my tongue over his nipple. Paul moaned a second, but stayed still. When I started to suckle on his nip and the little bar through it, the moans got longer and his hand reached over and pressed my head into his body. I sucked harder on it for a few minutes and then rolled between his legs and worked my way down his body. The saltiness of Paul's sweat fueled my lust and when I was back down to his crotch I lapped over his firm cock. The dried cum quickly coated my tongue and it had a coppery taste that told me how hard he had fucked me. I kept hearing his words from earlier in the back of my head as my tongue kept searching for more cum to lick. My tongue tried to move lower towards his balls and I don't know if I pushed his legs up or if he pulled them back. Either way, I now had full access and I bathed his shaved balls with spit. I sucked each one into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. As the second ball slipped past my lips, my tongue started to explore downward. This was new territory and while I loved to eat a guy's ass, I had never done it to Paul. In the past, if one of us was getting rimmed, it was me. I pried the ass cheeks apart and pushed my face in, letting my tongue flick around. With my tongue in overdrive, it lapped over Paul's pucker and then poked inside. There wasn't a bit of protest and I suddenly realized all I tasted was sweat. For a guy I considered "top only" his ass was extremely clean. The thought that he planned to get fucked just fueled my lust even more. "Oh fuck yeah... god I love that" he moaned and my tongue started to jab into his hole. He was tight and it took a lot of force to get inside the ring. I could feel his hole try to relax, but it was obvious he wasn't like those experienced guys I'd fucked before. The moans got louder and and were slowly becoming whimpers until he slowly cried out "Fuck me Corey... I need your cock in me... Please... Fuck me!" Almost immediately, I had two voices in my head - Paul's "do the same when you fuck me" and the doctor's "Corey, you tested positive." My heart was racing and yet my cock was hard as steel. I leaned back and Paul rolled on to his hands and knees, presenting his ass to me. It was an opportunity that I had wanted for years and yet I didn't want to hurt him. "I can't, Paul" I sobbed. "Yes you can. Now fuck me!" Paul growled out, his head turned back, staring at me. "You sure about this?" I asked. The playfulness we normally had during sex was gone and he was more serious than I'd ever seen him. "Now!" he snarled, getting impatient. My cock wasn't softening a bit and the more demanding Paul got, the more it turned me on. "You're always going to be my little bitch, but I need that dick NOW!" Paul growled. He'd never called me his bitch before and it shocked me. In fact, that was a line I wouldn't let anyone cross. I was no one's bitch.

I was awakened sometime later by a deep voice and a hand pulling the plug slowly out of my pussy. He told me Jake said I could have a turn and that you would not care. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs and guided his thick long cock into my dripping cunt. Pozzed while Cruising 5 My new faceless and anonymous fucker easily slid his thick cock into my gaped hole. I thought for a quick moment where did he find all these thick dick friends. I knew I would be a regular in this apartment if they let me. He drilled his large cock back and forth in and out of me picking up his pace as he went along. Soon he was pulling nearly out of me and driving it full force back into me. I tried to slow him down, but he smacked my hand away. I am going to add my tainted load with the rest of them, you little slut. I was hard again at his verbal abuse. I slowly jerked my hard cock as he slammed away at me. I begged him to breed me. “Poz me…” I heard myself whimper. It was the first time I knowingly admitted that I wanted their tainted loads. I begged him to cum in me. I hear the door open and light from the hall streamed in. I could see 3 or 4 guys standing there. My original top told me to repeat myself, but louder. “Poz me” I said just above a whisper. “Louder!” he demanded. “Poz me!” I said with more authority. “Louder! Cum Slut or he’ll pull out and we’ll kick you out” he exclaimed. “POZ ME!!!” I said loud enough to be heard around the block. He flooded my torn up and now obvious pozzed cum filled ass. He collapsed on top of me. I felt his beard scratch my neck. HIs thick dick retreated from my cummy hole and I leaked from my gaping hole. He soon got up and tossed me the plug. I knew full well what to do with it. I dragged my worn and well-fucked body from the stranger’s bed, got dressed and followed some voices out into the living room. I must have been a site with my hair all over the place and my clothes all wrinkled, and they were all chatting like I was not even there. Jake, I assumed, was the guy that first fucked me in the bathroom and then brought me back to the apartment along with 3 other guys which two of them fucked me. I was pretty sure of one of them because he was the one with a beard. He was a black guy and fucking HOT. They finally took notice of me and Jake welcomed me to the club. I asked if they were really poz and did they just poz me. He assured me they were and that I was, but it was going to be OK, and that I would soon get all the cock I ever wanted. He asked if I wanted more. I shook my head yes. He then instructed me to strip and get in the middle of the room. I slowly stripped out my jeans and t-shit down to my boxer briefs and Jake motioned for those to go to. They watched a basketball game on TV while they were spread out on the couch and the recliner. I stood there naked while I slowly got hard again. That is when the guy next to Jake pulled out his cock and nodded for me to come over and suck him. I got down on my knees and swallowed his thick cock and by the taste of his meat. I could tell he had been in my ass or someone’s ass recently that just made me suck him even harder. That is when I felt a tug at my balls and Jake shifted on the couch and someone got behind me, pulled the plug from my abused hole and slid his cock back into me. Then Jake spoke up…”if you ever want this treatment ever again, if you want to be a part of this club, you must come by once a week and bring a new boy with you as often as you can to submit to our and your needs. In a couple of days or a bit more, you are going to get sick, come back here as soon as you can and let us know, but it is essential that you bring new meat with you.” He continued, “ you can find them like I did you in several restrooms on campus, those are the popular ones, but almost anyone is ideal ‘breeding’ ground’ for picking up and converting guys. Most just want to get sucked and this is where your thirst for cum will be helpful, but we need more guys like you to fuck and breed. Do you agree with that? Nod if you do? I mumbled with a fat cock in my mouth and nodded the best I could. He ordered everyone to hurry up and send me on my way because I had work to do. He wanted my first victim in two days. My mind buzzed on how and who I was going to ensnare in my trap and truly wondered what I got myself into. I worked myself and was fucked into another orgasm as my cock erupted shooting my load all over the carpet white the cock in my mouth shot volley after volley into my throat where I had not choice but to swallow it. I was soon rewarded with another ass full of cum. I walked home with a plug shoved deep in my cunt and every boy that I saw becoming a potential target for the “brotherhood”. I got hard…again Hope you guys like this one Love the hot chats and emails from some of you NWiJoey@gmail.com

I don’t give cumdumps another thought after I finish breeding it unless I plan on using it, passing it around to my buddies or whoring it out. Sometimes I just wanna destroy something pretty.

I've never gone into a hookup knowing a guy was poz/not undetectable (I've had exactly one person tell me they were undetectable up front before they even came over.) But there's definitely been at least two where I can't figure out if it was fetish/coincidence, or just something they left unsaid. The first was a hotel room hookup that went just like any other hotel hookup (albeit in a pretty nice room.) His profile said he was neg. But right as the guy was about to blow, he put all his weight on me and whispered in my ear "You like taking loads from poz guys?" But then never actually said if he himself was poz or just turned on by fetishizing it. Granted, I also didn't ask. The second was a Grindr hookup where, again, no discussion of status was made, but his profile indicated negative. And again, as we got really close to the finale, I wrapped my legs around his waist and said those magic words: "Cum inside me." He sort of paused, looked conflicted for a minute and said "Inside you?" He then proceeded to fill me up almost immediately afterwards. What made me a bit sus after was I noticed the scorpion tattoo on the back of his leg as we were getting dressed. Again, I didn't inquire, and I've tested neg ever since, so...

I'm #14...being fucked and hoping to be DP'd!!

For someone your age you write with the wisdom and experience of someone twice your age