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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. Another try at a "short" story. There are 2 parts. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. -- It had been a crappy year so far. In April I caught my supposedly monogamous boyfriend getting tag teamed by a pair of grindr hookups. I watched him pack his shit up and even caught him trying to steal some of my stuff. I heard he couch surfed for a few weeks before he could get a place of his own. I told everyone I knew what happened and many knew he had been playing behind my back for months. I'm sure a few of them had fucked that sack of shit too. I was nearing forty, but thought I still looked good. Some of the twenty-something guys were starting to call me daddy, usually when I let my beard grow out, which just made me feel older than I was. My workout schedule was three or four times a week which kept my six foot body in good shape, toned but not built. I kept the hair on my chest trimmed and my full head of hair perfectly coiffed. When summer started and I was still in a funk, my workout buddy Chris took me out for a beer after the gym. "Ya gotta snap out of it. Stop looking for a new boyfriend, just hookup with a few guys. You might find you click with one" he said. I knew he was right. I hadn't had sex with a guy since a few days before catching my ex in the act and my hand didn't compare to having my cock buried up a guy's hole. "I know, I know. It's just hard to find a guy my age that isn't already in a relationship or isn't a complete slut. The thought of having to wrap it up to fuck after seven years of doing it bare is a turn off, too" I replied. "Get on prep if you're worried about picking up the big bug. You're gonna drive yourself mad if you stay in this rut" he replied. We hit the bar again a few weeks later, a day after I'd fucked the first guy in months. "You look a little better, but you're kind of distracted... What's up?" he asked. "I finally got laid last night, but it didn't go very well" I replied. "Not all of them do. What went wrong?" he asked. "I couldn't stay hard in the condom. The guy was about to give up but said 'try it bare. I'm on prep' so I did. God it felt so good and we fucked for over an hour. I even came in him, just like I used to do with the douchebag" I told him. "OK, I don't see why you're confused. You prefer it bare, just like ninety-nine percent of the guys out there" Chris said. "Yeah, but I don't want to catch anything, and raw fucking guys I don't know is risky. It's less of a risk if I top, but sometimes I like feeling a guy drill my brains out too" I explained. I saw a smile come over his face. "Yeah, I'm the same. But if you're worried, start prep. Or find hookups that are on it. I haven't had a rubber on my dick in over ten years. None of the guys that have fucked me have had one either. Once you go bare, you won't want to go back, as you found out" Chris said. I nodded and saw him adjust himself. He grinned back at me. "I think I know how we can help each other out" he said. That was the start of six weeks of fucking each other three days a week after our workout. Usually it was a flip fuck and neither of us would ever pull out, dumping our loads into each other without a second thought. It was strange bottoming so much after decades of topping most of the time, but it was a small price to pay to fuck like I was used to. After the third week, I'd taken more of his cum than all of the other guys combined since I started having sex in high school. It felt weird walking home from his place with his cum running down my leg but it reminded me that Chris had my cum dripping out of him, too. I started hooking up with other guys too, but since this town is ninety percent bottoms, I always topped with them. Near the end of July, Chris told me that he was going out of town for work for a month. "Did you ever go on prep?" he asked. "Nah, never got around to it. You've been keeping me busy" I replied with a chuckle. "Good time for it, now. You'll have some free time to do it. I won't be back for a couple months" he said. We met up one last time before his trip and I spent the night. While I fucked him some, most of the time I was the one getting nailed. Before I headed home, he stuffed a butt plug in and said "Don't want you lookin like a cheap whore leaving a trail of cum on your way home." Work for me got busy too, but I finally went in to start prep. "We need to do some tests first" the doctor told me. They called me in to discuss the results a few days later. "Jason, you tested positive for HIV. There's no need for prep. We are going to do some more tests to figure out how best to treat you" the doctor said, along with a thousand other things that I didn't hear. -- "I never said I was on it and you didn't ask. I got a really big Christmas gift last year and I've been sharing it. You're number seven that I know of" Chris said when I called to tell him. "What the fuck? That wasn't cool" I yelled back at him. "It's really cool, since you don't have to worry about it any more. You can go on meds, but once you charge up your first neg guy, you're going to want to do it more and more. Its such a rush!" Chris said, sounding excited for me. "You're fuckin kidding me? You want me to go out and infect unsuspecting guys like you did to me?" I said, exasperated. "Do it however you want. Fuck other poz guys, knock up some chasers, breed some prep guys or stealth some neg guys. Just do me a favor and stay off meds for a few months and see how it goes" he said, calmly. "Fuck! Now you want me to do you a favor? You're just a fuckin asshole. I hope you burn in hell" I yelled out before I hung up. The problem was, I was horny. Really horny. As good as my hand felt, I needed more. I figured that there wasn't any harm fucking other poz guys so that's what I started with. By the time I went in to talk with the doctor about my second set of tests, I'd fucked and bred a half dozen poz guys. One even flipped me over and gave me his own potent, unmedicated strain. A few days after my doctor's appointment, I was surfing and one guy sent me a message. "Hey. Think I've seen you at the Sweat Shop gym. Prep btm here, luv takin poz dick. bb only" he said. The pics in his profile looked familiar and I remembered checking him out more than once during my workouts. After a few more messages, I was convinced I wasn't going to infect him. Later that evening, my dick was buried in his ass as he begged for my toxic seed. While some of the poz guys had mentioned it while I fucked them, this guy went all out on poz talk while we fucked. I pumped a huge load in him and I don't think I'd ever seen a bottom happier to get bred. The group of guys I was now comfortable fucking was now getting larger. It was just about a month since I got the diagnosis when the first chaser messaged me. Well, the first one that seemed serious and sent more than "poz me" as a message. He was ten years younger than me, two inches shorter, smooth above the waist and hairy below. He had a nice looking uncut cock and an even better looking ass. His longish, curly hair hung over the almost shaved sides and I saw several bits of metal in his ears. There were a few tattoos scattered over his body as well, but they looked like he spent time planning them out. "You're the first neg guy I've fucked since..." I started to say as we undressed in his small apartment. "That's cool. The last guy that said he wasn't on meds was last year and either he lied or it didn't take. It's fun trying though" the guy said calmly. Calm wasn't how I was feeling. I was nervous and hoped I was going to be able to perform. After a few minutes of groping each other's naked bodies, he worked his way down until he was sucking on my now stiff cock. He was better than most guys and I kind of forgot why I was there, besides to fuck, of course. After fifteen minutes, I wanted to see if his ass felt as good as his mouth and throat. Holding his head by the hair, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and slapped it over his cheek. "I need your ass" I said softly, staring at him. He bent over the bed and I was on my knees a moment later. I was only going to spend a minute rimming him, but his ass just felt too good. My beard mingled with the hair between the mounds of firm flesh. His ring flexed while my tongue lapped over it, adding more spit to the entire crevice. Ten minutes had passed and my cock was now throbbing, needing some attention too. I stood up, surprised how hard my cock still was. I pressed the leaking tip to his spit soaked hole, wondering how I could even think about doing what I was about to do. Pushing a little harder, I heard Chris' comment from a few weeks earlier about knocking up a neg guy rattling around my head. "Aahhh fuck yeah..." the chaser moaned as my cock drove slowly into him. His chute felt good wrapping around my cock and when I bottomed out, he gave a firm squeeze with his ass muscles. My cock was leaking more than usual and soon his hole was really slick. It let me pound him harder and at one point I grabbed his hair and pulled it back before slamming in. While I ground my hips against his ass I whispered in his ear "Ready to get pozzed?" "Oh god yeah... Please breed me full of your bug... I want it so bad!" he cried out. His ring clamped down harder with each phrase, trying to suck the cum out of my balls. I could only thrust in a dozen more times before I began to shoot. The moan he let out told me how much he loved getting filled with my virus enhanced load. After the last pulse, I plowed his ass a few more minutes, churning up the cum inside him and hopefully pushing it deeper. Whether he felt as excited when he converted or when he tested positive, I would probably never know. After a short rest, I drilled him again until my cum needed to escape and help try and end his chase. He was a fun guy to fuck and when we finished told me he was very eager for a repeat. I spent the next 17 days breeding him until I showed up and his body was on fire. We only had a quick fuck that night and I left him passed out with one big load inside. I texted Chris and said "ur right. big rush when first one converts." A rational guy would have thought that once he'd experienced pozzing a guy it was enough and he should start medication to get himself undetectable. That's not what I did. Just like Chris had told me, I wanted more.

Anyone who has been to P-Town has heard about the Dick Dock. Everyone talks about it; most secretly yearn to go; several go to watch. But only the real confident and grounded guys have the confidence to go to the Dick Dock and fuck. I knew I was going to the Dick Dock tonight. No question about it. Provincetown is s conservative New England seaside community in disguise. You’d never know from looking at night it becomes a den of inequity where denizens get as hot and nasty as any New York City backroom. In fact some New Yorkers come to P-Town to play. It can be that hot. One summer a friend of mine and I went to P-Town to go camping (and get nailed). On Saturday evening we decided to go out and have some fun. I spent extra time getting extra cleaned out and decided to wear easily accessible shorts and a tank top. I grabbed a bottle of poppers and lube and headed to the A-House. The A-House is a hot “guys” bar free of attitude and pretension. My friend met someone early on and said his goodbyes – the lucky fuck. I hadn’t found anything of interest but I was getting into the conversation, the music and the cocktails. The bartender poured excellent drinks. I was feeling pretty good as the evening worn on. That what kind of a bar the A-House is. The A-House is small and the small single bathrooms face right into the bar room. What is interesting is that each of the doors has a cut out of a half-moon to resemble an old outhouse. The lights in the restrooms are red so you can imagine how the restrooms look. I needed to pee so I went up to what was becoming a small line waiting for the johns. The guy in front of me was looking at me pretty intensely and I felt my dick stir. He was pretty hot looking wearing just a pair of leather pants and an arm band. Hot chest and a nice taunt package stuffed into the pouch of those leather pants. When his turn came, he signaled me to go in with him. I thought what the hell and followed. These are single stall bathrooms. I go in and he turns me around to face the door. Of course it had a half moon cut-out, about the size of a dinner plate, right at eye level. He slid my shorts down all the way to my ankles. I reached over and latched the door. I could see everyone in the bar. He knelt down and threaded my foot out of my shorts. He lightly bit my left ass cheek. Then he spread my cheeks wide and buried his face in my ass and started to eat. He was a moaner. I like that. He was really getting into this ass eating. The more he ate it seemed the hungrier he got. I could feel his vocal chords vibrate onto my hole as he moaned and lathered me up really good. I could feel his saliva begin to run slowly down my leg. I started to push back on his tongue, fucking my hole onto his face. I looked out into the bar and wondered if anyone could possibly know that someone was in here eating my ass out. If anyone paid attention they would notice that I was looking out of the bathroom door instead of facing the wall where the urinal was. After about 10 minutes, he pulled his tongue out and stood up. He told me he was sorry but he had to go. His boyfriend was at the bar waiting for him. I looked at him and he had ass juices all over his face. He quickly excused himself and walked out of the john leaving me there feeling the cool air kissing the saliva on my asshole. It felt like the shock of spearmint. I looked out the half-moon and watched the guy walk up to his boyfriend at the bar and shoved his tongue into his mouth. They started making out. Fuck, they must have been in on this together. The leather dude goes in eats a hole and brings cunt juice back to his lover. They made out like porn stars until the lover got all of my juice from his boyfriend. That was fucking hot. I cleaned up, pissed, and stuffed my rock-hard cock back into my shorts and left. I hung out and had another drink. Every once in awhile, the guy’s boyfriend would look at me and smile. All too soon, the bartenders hollered “last call” so I decided to leave. As I was heading out the door I brushed by the couple and the boyfriend whispered in my ear, “You taste great man, thanks.” I smiled and told him his boyfriend did all the work, he should thank him. I slid past them and out onto the street. I took a left onto Commercial Street towards the campground. The streets were really crowded and Spiritus Pizza was lined up out the door with wasted patrons needing to sober up on some of their magical pizza. As I walked down a little further, I noticed a guy down the street on the ocean side take an abrupt left and disappear. As he neared where he the spot I realized this was where the Boatslip was. The famous Dick Dock was supposed to be just below it somewhere. I love outdoor sleazy sex and my cock stiffened at the prospect of going to the famous Dick Dock. I had always thought it was folklore, but here it is. I turned left onto the same path the guy took before me and I knew there would be many more following our footsteps before the sun comes up. That is if the Dick Dock really existed. As I got to the end of the path, I looked up at the 3 story hotel and heard the music from the pool dance party one floor above me. The Boatslip is built up on pier and beams to protect it from high tides and flooding. There was a hole cut into a chain link privacy fence restricting access to the underside of the Boatslip’s pool and boardwalk one floor above. This was the “Dick Dock”; a low concrete ceiling, sandy dunes and cement pillars that held up the foundation of the Boatslip’s public space above. The hole was large enough for a man to stoop down and squeeze through. Once inside, it was nothing but a bunch of sand and concrete pillars. I couldn’t see very well but it didn’t appear that anyone was here. I was about to turn and leave fearing that I had stumbled into the wrong place when I saw a distant cigarette illuminate. My dick and heart decided the game was back on again. I was feeling my way around navigating by using the concrete pillars when I heard the unmistakable sound of cock sucking. What does cock sucking sound like? Cock sucking. There is nothing else that sounds like that. I looked down and there was a cute blonde on his knees, shirtless with a cock buried to its balls in his mouth. The owner of the cock had his hands on the back of the blonde’s hair and face fucking him good. The blonde had spit dribbling off his chin and the guy’s balls, but that didn’t slow him down any. My eyes began to adjust and I could start to see the silhouette of about 20 guys or so. It was surreal against the backdrop of the moon reflecting on the water. I walked through the crowd towards the middle and just stood still. A hot butch guy walked up beside me in a ripped up plaid sleeveless shirt and a pair of jeans that had seen better days. We made eye contact. I was about to hit my knees but then I felt my zipper going down on my shorts. Looking down I saw some dude in front of me lowering my shorts. Another guy knelt right next to him in front of my plaid shirt guy. I looked back up to see what the plaid shirt guy was thinking. He was staring right at me smiling. He reached over and started pinching my tit. Then the guy on his knees in front of me swallowed my cock to the balls. I moaned. I started tweaking the plaid shirts big nips too, he was so fucking hot. He never took his eyes off of me. He got his face really close to mine and asked me if my cock felt good. I said yes and then he closed his eyes and moaned and I knew he was getting deep throated. He leaned over and while still pinching my tits, opened his mouth and started deep kissing me. He licked the side of my face and down my neck and then sucked one of my tits into his mouth. “Oh fuck yeah, dude” was all I could come up with. I grabbed my bottle of poppers and his eyes lit up. I gave him a hit and leaned down and told his cocksucker, “Man now is the time to eat that cock because this stud is about to feed you.” Then we started making out again. He pulled back and looked at me and said, “This is so fucking hot. We each have our own private cocksucker.” He buried his tongue back down my throat. I felt him moaning and then growling in the back of my throat. I new he was unloading down the guy’s throat. My cocksucker was taking his time, which I was grateful for because I was not ready to blow. We continued making out until my plaid shirt guy’s heart slowed down. His cocksucker was busy cleaning up his dick. Afterwards he looked up at us and said thanks. We kissed again as I patted my cocksucker’s head and indicating I was not ready to shoot and was zipping up and thanked him. I wanted to see what else was going on here. I wondered to the far side under the dock. There were guys getting blown all over the place. There were teams of guys in circles doing just about everything. I stood there looking over the guys and felt a hand on my cock. I looked to my left and saw a hot black 20-something looking at me intensely. He was wearing basketball shorts and a tank. He pushed his hand inside my shorts and grabbed my cock. I reached over for his crotch, but he already had is 9-incher out and it was rock hard. He had a beautiful cock; strait as an arrow, hard as a rock and chocolate brown. We stood there jacking for a few minutes. Then I turned got on my knees in front of him. I looked up at his silhouette and saw that perfect cock in front of me. I stuck out my tongue and lapped the tip. His cock jumped and a bead of pre-cum oozed out. I licked it off and licked the head. Next I licked the sides and then all over until his black cock glistened with saliva. I grabbed each one of his smooth muscled butt cheeks and looked up right into his eyes. I kept eye contact as I started my decent on his cock pulling his cannonball ass cheeks into my face. He stared at me the entire time. He watched me until my top lip was pressed against his wiry bush. I just stayed there, inhaling his scent. He continued to stare. I was running out of air. Tears swelled up in my eyes. Suddenly I had this overwhelming sensation to keep that cock in my mouth forever. I wanted it so bad that I relaxed. Slowly I exhaled from my nostrils and inhaled ever so slowly and controlled. I swallowed. He moaned. I could tell that tomorrow, I’m going to have one bad sore throat. My stud smiled and his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he looked up and moaned again. I pulled off his cock and went down again; and again, and again. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me off his cock and up to his face. “I ain’t cumming that soon. Not with that pretty little white butt you’ve got. Drop your shorts and grab your ankles, man. I want some of this.” I did exactly as he said and immediately I was rewarded with his tongue in my ass. He started eating like a wild man. This stud LOVED ass. I bent down and searched my shorts for my poppers. This gave him even more access. I swear I could feel his top teeth inside my asshole. It was so fucking hot and I was raging hard. I pushed back and ground my hole onto his face wishing it were somehow possible for him to get in even deeper. It felt like he had two sets of hands; they were all over my ass. He pulled back and spit into my hole and started rubbing his finger all around the perimeter of my pucker. He slowly inserted it and rolled it all the way around. I pushed back onto it to let him know I was getting really hot for him. I felt a second finger ease in. I realized the second finger was from the other hand. My stud had the first digit of each hand inside my hole and was rubbing them all around. Then I felt a little pressure as he stretched his fingers apart. He opened my hole and stuck his tongue even deeper than before. Awesome. The was unfucking believably awesome. He stood up and leaned over my back and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you boy.” I could feel his cock rubbing all around my asshole. He had somehow lubed his cock because it was super greasy. Every few seconds his cock head would graze my hole and I would tense a little in anticipation. “You want some of this cock, boy? Man you pretty. I love the way you look and you got a hot ass too. My buddy here has been eating that out for me. But I got me a little taste too, you got one hot ass. This is Marcus.” A bit dazed and confused, I looked over to the side and noticed a guy standing there with his pants around his ankles stroking a nice sized uncut cock. He was about 30 or so and well-built and creole or Latin. His bush was clipped short which made his cock look even bigger. Marcus started tweaking my tit and I moaned. I was definitely cool with Marcus. “Marcus, pull his pretty little ass cheeks apart, man” he whispered. I could feel the heat and energy coming from my black stud’s cock pointing right at my hole. I pushed back a little to signal that I was ready. Marcus walked in front of me putting his dick in my face. He leaned down and told me, “Man this twisted mother fucker is crazy for white ass so if you like getting fucked you’re in for a ride.” He reached down and had me step out of my shorts, then pulled my shirt over my head. He took the poppers out of my hand, opened them and held one nostril closed as I inhaled then held the other one closed while I again inhaled. He stood up and his cock slapped me across the face. He looked at my black stud and said, “He’s ready dude, give this bitch a ride.” He then looked at me and said, “I got you, white boy, enjoy.” With that, I felt 9 inches of black cock slide into me to the hilt. At first, I was a bit stunned. The shear size was awesome. I was amazed that I took it. I moaned and went down on Marcus’ cock and moaned my pleasure loud enough to get both my guys attention. The black guy leaned over and kissed my neck and whispered, “Baby this is sweet. Oh so nice. My cock feels so warm and wet inside you. I love fucking your pretty pink hole.” And he fucked and fucked me hard. Every time he plowed it home, the force would shove Marcus’ cock further into my throat. Marcus was getting really hot. I could tell his cock was ready to shoot. My black fucker took the back of my head and shoved it onto Marcus’ cock and held it there. I could feel Marcus pulse and shoot spurt after spurt. He pulled out midstream and shot a couple more streams on my face while my black stud held my head still. He never lost rhythm drilling my ass. Marcus stuck his cock back into my mouth the get cleaned up. Then pulled out and stuffed his beautiful cock into his shorts and zipped up. “Thanks, Marcus. That was hot man.” Marcus smiled at him and said, “Curtis, you owe me one man, you promised.” And Marcus disappeared into the crowd. Curtis, my black stud continued long-dicking me; pulling completely out and shoving it back in. We were now making that wet nasty smacking sound that you only get from a hot long fuck. Curtis was getting a little more verbal, “I, arrgh, love, umm, fucking, hmm, this, oh hell yeah, white pussy.” Then he pulled out. He grabbed my poppers and gave me a hit and started eating my ass out again. “Yo pussy is so fucked. I can actually feel the heat on your cunt lips, boy.” With that he shoved his rock hard swollen 9 inches of black dick in again and started plowing. I begged him to fuck me harder. I wanted him to stuff me beyond my capacity. People started to gather around us because of the noise we were making. Curtis was huffing and puffing and sweating all over me. I was reeling from the poppers and wanted his fat black cock to penetrate me as deep as it could. Then he shoved it all the way in, balls deep and stood still. There was nothing at first, then I felt his cock swell up and pulse, then another pulse. “I’m cumming,” he said, then another pulse. “Fuck, take that load white boy.” And another two pulses. This dude was shooting me full of his load. I felt my orgasm start deep in the middle of my soul and erupt through my loins and out of my cock; without even touching myself. What was better, as I spasmed my ass constricted with each squirt around that big black cock. We both froze while recovering. “Psst, Marcus, get over here, man.” Marcus reappeared from the crowd and stood next to Curtis. Man I just filled our boy here full.” Marcus, said, “I told you, you owed me, man, time to pay up.” With that Curtis slowly pulled his long cock out of me and stepped aside. Curtis walked to the front of me and leaned over and spread my butt cheeks apart. His semi hard dripping cock was right in front of me and made its way right to my mouth. I felt Marcus kneel down and start licking my hole. It felt like silk on my abused over-fucked ass. Curtis told me to feed it back to Marcus. “Give him what he needs, boy.” With that I could feel Curtis load start to seep out and Marcus went wild and ate me like a wild man. I finished cleaning up Curtis’ cock and Marcus finished up with my ass. I stood up and looked for my cloths which had gotten scattered, found my poppers and wiped cum from my face with my shirt. Curtis leaned over and kissed me deeply and said, “Dude, I want your digits, this is going to happen again.” Marcus and Curtis walked off through the crowd on their way out. I finished getting dressed and walked back out to the ally completely understanding why the Dick Dock is the talk of this town. I get off on your comments.

Went to a college frat party Saturday night after I was invited by a top who said he had frat bros who was wanting to experience a man and I told him I would love to help! 12 bbc frat bros fucked my ass like crazy And bred me! I loved to hear the guys grunt while pumping seed in my guts! Just to summarize I took 12 BBCs and they all bred me leaving my insides flooded!

Part 7 I pulled it out and it was wet, some pink KY was showing. I knew it was doing what I thought it would. Getting him ready for all his presents. One of the things he asked me last week was did Tina up the ass really burn like the stories. It was time he found out. With the head of the dildo in his ass I took some ground tina and rubbed it on the pink lubed dildo and worked it back up his ass. He stared to make a sound like he was enjoying it. We had moved a mirror onto the floor so I could see his face. This was done for both me and the camera, nothing like seeing an ass taking something and the face of the victim. I worked the Tina lased dildo up his ass. Suddenly his face went from bliss to horror, he said “ Shit, that Burns a lot “. I said “you wanted to feel the burn” . I turned the dildo side ways so it could mash the Tina into his ass. Again I heard the high pitch squeal. I pumped the toy up his ass while twisting it. I pulled it out and it was bright pink. I held it in front of the kid and I told him he now as a cunt. I asked him if he knew why and he said no. I told him because he must be having his period. He groaned and said yes. I told him he was now fertile and not to worry. I had plans for him. I asked him if he was ready to stop and he said ‘ Not sure “. I leaned over him and with one hand stared fingering his ass gently with a cooling lube we used. I stared tweaking his nipples with the other. I was asking him if he still wanted to stop, He said everything really felt great and wanted more. When he was saying this my friend walked around us and I felt his finger caressing my ass. This was an unexpected pleasure. Then I felt something going up my ass. I knew it was his injector and knew he was bumping me. I looked at him and he said not to worry, it was one of his mixtures, Tina and a little something else. He started pushing his lubed cock up my ass, it felt great. I was moaning some and old the Kid I was getting what he wanted. He said he wanted fucked. I reminded him that my friend was Toxic and he said he didn’t care. By that time my friend was hitting bottom in me. He pulled out and walked around and moved my fingers and then Push the cock that was just n me up the kids ass. He worked until he was balls deep. I walked around in front of the Kid. My cock was all tingly and I wanted it sucked. I pushed in the kids mouth and this time he took me to the base. I knew I was getting hard again and looked at my friend and he smiled at me. I am not sure what was in that bump but my hair was on fire, my ass was hungry and my cock was hard as iron. He said it was a mix he found on one of his trips to Japan. He fucked the kid easy and once in while he would go deep. I pulled out of his mouth and grabbed the phone and started Videoing the kid getting his first POZ and Toxic load. The kid was making all sorts of noises. My friend said he wasn’t going to last long so I handed him the phone to Video his cock splitting the young Fags ass. He asked this Kid if he really wanted his toxic load. The kid said yes, almost leading with him for it. I reached behind my friend, Pushed my thumb up his ass and squeezed his nut sack. He roared and stabbed the Kid with his cock, the Kid in turn squealed. My friend said Loudly “ Take my POZ load you Fagot slut, Your HIV + now “. The Kid was almost crying when he said “ Thank you Sir”. I wasn’t sure if it was from Pain or Joy. I knew the Kid was feeling no real pin yet. I looked over and saw the 2 guys we expected standing there watching, They were grabbing each others crouches and smiling.

It was a lonely Saturday night, and I was horny and feeling cruisy after checking out Squirt and BBRT. I decided to check out the porn theaters not far from my house. After checking out the scene, I chose to go to the bathhouse instead and see what hot fun I could get into. It looked decently busy, so I walked in, paid for my locker, and put my things away while checking out the many guys who were there. I took all my clothes off and wrapped a towel around my waist. I walked around, taking in the atmosphere. The darkness, the sounds of sex coming from the rooms and public areas, and the smell of cum and poppers got my dick hard in no time, tenting my towel in front of me. I got a few friendly grabs as I walked by a few guys. I went and sat down on one of the couches and undid my towel, spread my legs to let me balls hang free, and started stroking my thick, 7-inch dick. I spotted a good looking guy, in his mid 40s I would say, walking around naked. He sat down next to me, said hi while licking his lips, and took over stroking my shaft. As he stroked, he said, “I saw you come in a little while ago, welcome” and proceeded to swallow my dick down his throat. He gave me a great blowjob for about 5 minutes before saying he had to go clean up. He gave my cock head a lick and a kiss, saying he hopes to see me later. I spent the next couple hours watching, stroking, getting sucked, and took turns banging 2 guys who were on a bench getting fucked and loaded side-by-side. At this point I was incredible horned up and feeling the raw heat energy of the place, so I wanted to make it last a little longer and didn’t want to cum yet. I went to walk around the rooms and came upon an open door where a guy was on his hands and knees, naked, bent over with his legs spread showing off his hole and nice ball sack hanging down. I had to get a closer look. I entered the room, leaving the door cracked open. I rubbed and lightly squeezed his balls, then smacked his nice round ass and said, “wow how sexy, I bet you’ve been getting fucked tonight.” He turned around and said that he’s had plenty of fun tonight and I noticed it was the guy from earlier. We were both happy to see each other again. He then noticed my hard dick and asked to suck it again, of course I said yes. I felt his warm mouth and tongue wrap around my dick again and let out an encouraging moan. He enthusiastically sucked me as I fucked his face while leaning over and playing with his ass. I could tell he most definitely had been having fun from his moist, sweaty cheeks and wet hole. I was rock fucking hard, inside this random mans amazing mouth, thinking of all the sweat, spit, dick and cum he had taken throughout the night. After a couple minutes, he stopped sucking, looked up at me and asked, “so you’ve been having fun tonight too huh?” “How can you tell?” I asked him. “I can taste the ass and cum on your dick…” he said while gently sucking the tip, “…I love when dicks here at the bathhouse taste this good, delicious.” And he took my whole cock balls deep into his throat one more time. What he did next got me even harder and hornier, if that was possible. As he turned back around to give me his hole, he said, “and now that I’ve cleaned you off, how about some more ass and cum for your dick?” I noticed some cum was now dribbling out of his hole that I could use as lube to slide into him. I used my dick head to scoop it up as I slowly pushed inside his ass. “Fuuuuuuuck” I groaned as I went balls deep in one smooth motion and held it there, enjoying his warm, wet hole enveloping my dick as he moaned while adjusting to me being buried in him. “Oh shit that big dick feels good,” he told me. I started to slow stroke his hole, then picking up speed, grabbed his hips, and pounded his hole, getting into a very pleasurable rhythm with his slutty, obviously experienced, ass. We were both working up a good sweat and I could feel, and hear, my sweaty balls slapping against his wet taint and balls as I fucked him. My dick was so hard as his hole gripped my shaft and his wet insides felt amazing to slide in and out of. His sexy, naked ass cheeks felt so good smacking into me with each thrust into him. I was absolutely loving the sweaty, naked, raw energy of this bareback bathhouse sex I was having, as a couple others were peeking in from around the doorway watching us. There was no turning back now, this hot anonymous man hole was getting my load. We were both grunting and moaning with uninhibited pleasure. “Fuck yeah dude, you like that pig hole don’t you…give me that big dick… fuck that load into my ass,” he said between moans, as he started to buck back onto me, trying to get my dick deeper inside him. “ooooh I love this hole…you want this load, you’re getting all of it…….” As I’m saying that, I thrusted balls deep one last time and my dick started pulsating with what felt like thick rope after thick rope of warm cum being shot directly into this pigs hole, adding my seed to the mix already in him. I stayed inside his ass for a few moments after finishing, letting my dick throb in him as it started to soften slightly. I slowly pulled out of his hole and used my wet dick to give his ass and crack a few smacks. Cum was again leaking out of him and was being added to what was now a small puddle on the sheets under his balls. Seeing that cum puddle, and knowing I had added to it, got me hard again. He turned around and immediately took me in his mouth again, sucking me down his throat as I moaned and shook with pleasure. After a few sucks, he told me he loved having my dick in him, thanked me for a fun, raw fuck and for the load, and turned around and stuck his ass in the air again. I gave it a firm smack and said, “no, thank you, I hope to see you and this sweet ass again soon.” He said, “me too,” with a sexy, sly smile as he puckered his hole to wink at me and let a little more cum drip out. I turned to leave, dick still half hard. As I walked naked back through the halls, basking in the afterglow of a great fuck and nut, I got some more friendly touches and rubs. I stayed for another 45 minutes or so, relaxing on a couch again and jerking off. I came once more, this time on another mans face, who had just sucked me in a theater room, while standing over him as he kneeled in front of me with mouth open licking my balls. I went home after that, balls drained and satisfied with the nights adventures. Already wanting to go back for more.

Part 8 I wasn’t sure if it was from Pain or Joy. I knew the Kid was feeling no real pain yet. I looked over and saw the 2 guys we expected standing there watching, They were grabbing each others crouches and smiling. The two visitors walked over and stared checking the kid out. Both of them started taking off their cloths. One had a leather harness under his cloths. IT was the kind that went over the shoulders and around the chest and waist and down between the legs and up around the ass. It looked sexy as hell. MY friend recovered enough to pull out of the Kids ass. Some pink cum ripped out. Both guys saw that and the smiled at each other. My friend took the Marker and put a line On the cheek that was marked POZ. The one with Leather walked in front of the Kid and put his cock in front of his face. The kid opened his mouth and the cock went in. His cock was bigger than ours and I knew the guys wanted a dee throat. This would take some training for the Kid. I was surprised he got most of it n on the first try. He started gaging and the guys was talking to him telling him it was alright and that he would learn. Here is a Kid that a couple ours ago didn’t like to suck at all and now was taking at least 7” down his throat and trying for more.. His partner was checking out the other end. He said there was at least one big load in that ass. I told him the kid had a couple in there, plus a load of Chem Piss. The guy said he seemed to be coming down some. I told him he was due to get a it more. The guy said I hoped you would say that. He produced a Point, it looked to be about a .5 , maybe more. He said this will send him into orbit. They released the kids arms and helped him sit up on the bench. I gave the kid some water to drink and they grabbed his arm and tied it off. The kid was watching this and started asking what they were doing. I stopped them for a minute. I asked the Kid if he was having fun, he said “YES”, I asked him if he wanted to stop now. He immediately said “ NO”. I told the kid that this would get him higher, he got a big smile on his face. I told the kid to get ready to see the stars.

I have surrendered to my lust for cock and cum. I am a religious man who now prays to dark forces and I am consumed by desire. I am about to take my first bareback cock in this seedy motel. …In the dim light of porn, I watched him measure what seemed to be very precise amounts. He tied off and slapped his arm a few times. Found a vein and drew the syringe back. He had a vein. He shot half the syringe and drew back again. This time the fluid was dark pink. That was some serious blood. He withdrew the needle, now half loaded with his blood gave me the deliciously lecherous look. I was giddy with anticipation as he licked the needle. He asked again: "Are you ready to go all the way?" I nodded. And extended my arm. Tied off with my forearm vein bulging, he found his angle, slid it in, and slammed the plunger. He pulled the belt and counted "Two. One." I gasped, and my lungs froze -- it felt like my body short-circuited -- moments later I was hit by a coughing fit. I slid my shorts around my ankles and started squirming. The rush was unbelievable, but holy fuck, the raw lust was incomprehensible. He knew I was ready to fuck. "How you like that?" "Oh dude. Oh. Oh. dude. I started fingering my ass. My darkest desires, fueled by this chemical lust, became an overwhelming need. I don't recall even making a decision. I simply Knew. I knew with absolute certainty, that I was going to give into my carnal urges. I laid on my back and started stroking my cock. I was writhing in anticipation. He stood up. The chubby sixty-year-old balding man was going to be my first bareback cock. His cock was fat with a pierced through the center of a thick mushroom head. He turned the lights off and propped the door open. Others would be joining us. A shot of adrenaline coursed through me. This was real! Oh my god this is real! I didn't know it was possible to feel this much lust. The rush in my head, and the hunger in my ass was raging. He grabbed my ankles, spread my legs back, and buried his face in my hole. This lit my ass on fire with feral hunger. I squirmed in uninhibited joy. My most secret porn fantasies were coming true. His grizzled chin and probing fingers weren't rough, but they weren't gentle either. He would alternate dragging his stubbly chin across my bare exposed sphincter and burying his tongue deep in my hole. Lick, suck, tongue, chafe. Rinse and repeat. He passed me the bottle of poppers and hit them hard and held. Lick, suck, tongue, chafe. Rinse and repeat. I sat up and climbed between his legs. I slid his semi hard cock in my mouth and started suckling it. It was my pacifier. I came up for air. "I need more." I went balls deep and pressed my face against his pelvis. I couldn't breathe. I gagged once but surrendered to the pleasure of having his cock fucking my throat. The musky scent of his hairy crotch sent a shiver of piggish lust through me. I came up for air. "I need to fuck." He pulled my head off an we locked eyes. In the dimmest of light, his were gleaming with sweet lechery. I imagined myself to be his son. He crammed his cock back in my mouth. I worshipped his meat it with novice enthusiasm, gagging and slobbering on every sweet thrust. Eventually, he pushed my face off and pulled me to his lap. I climbed on top and pressed the my hole against the head of his cock. I didn't wait for him to finish sliding in. I lowered myself on his cock and slid down on it in until I had swallowed the entirety his magnificent bare cock with my ass. There was no pain -- only the giddy pleasure of offering my virgin hole to a stranger. I gyrated my hips and wrapped my arms around him. Bare cock was inside me! It felt so deliciously dirty! I kept gyrating with slow steady purpose. I had never imagined how pleasurable it would feel to grind my hips while savoring the fullness of his cock so deep in me. I wanted his lust. I wanted to be the object of his fantasies He finally filled me with his slippery warmth. It came abrubtly in one final deep thrust and a series of uncontrollable spasms. I delighted at the forbidden pleasure of my hole filled with the cum of this seedy lover. "Oh, Daddy. Your bare cock feels so good in me. Ohhhhh fuuuuck. Yeah." The pleasure of surrendering to my drug-fueled fantasies was exquisite. He rolled off me and panted. A small gush of his cum oozed from my hole as he pulled out. I scarcely felt a moment of depraved satisfaction before my feral lust demanded more. More cock. More men. More cum. I laid there fingering myself and smearing the fresh cum around my freshly fucked hole and contemplated the best place to find old men with depraved sexual hunger for my flesh. I licked my fingers and shoved them in my ass, smeared, and licked again. As I lay there fingering myself and smearing his cum around my freshly fucked hole, I contemplated the best place to find old men with depraved sexual needs. I decided I would cruise the cinema and bookstore later. I was beyond consumed by desire for perversion. I wanted old men with toxic cum. I was giving myself over to my darkest desires. "You like that cum, young man." He wasn't asking. He was telling. "We’re going to fill that sweet hole of yours tonight." I moaned my agreement. I am sooooooooo hungry to defile myself with foul seed. Quantity is its own quality – I will refuse no man -- but my cumhole begs to be a vessel of pleasure for only the most perverted fantasies of anonymous men. I need to wreck my hole until it's a bloody pulp and slather it with infected seed. I need to milk yours and every other man's poz load into my hole. I know that I have only begun to corrupt my cumhole, but as I cruise The Breeding Zone, I am consumed by an arcade of deviant sexual fantasies; Each of which demands unspeakable acts of perversion in exchange for the promise of supernatural pleasure.

Several months back I met a man - a trucker - at a nearby truck stop quite on accident. He was coming out of the common area after a meal and I was using hte gasoline pumps for smaller vehicles that was very near the entrance/exit of the building. One thing led to another on that initial encounter and we ended up fucking in his cab. But after that I returned to fuck him several times, including an overnight stay at a nearby motel. We developed quite the rapport - he knew my needs and I knew his. So a few weeks back he began "sending" other truckers my number and telling them if they needed a hot piece of sissy ass to text me and give me about 3 hours notice. It worked out well - I got a few more "regular" truckers now fucking me and he is somewhat of a "big thing" now at the truck stop with the bi-sexual, married, and horny truckers that need a release on the road. Last night he set me up for the first time officially - actually arranging everything with two truckers. The 2nd one, which I won't go into detail about here, I've had before. He's a sexy black trucker and has a specific type of outfit he likes seeing me in and a certain arrangement for the two of us to spend time alone together. It was the first man of the night that I have to share. He was not only new to the truck stop, but also new to my "Pimp Daddy" and new to having me. My "Daddy" set it all up - 7:30pm, exact area to park his trailer and truck, how to leave the passenger door unlocked, that I would give a special "knock" before entering, and all the rest. So 2 hours before I was to leave I went through my usual routine - picking out an outfit, showering, douching, shaving, getting dressed and usually having just enough time to do some more practise on my makeup. So far I've only got my lips how I like them, but today I was working a bit more on base makeup. By the time my 10-minute alarm went off - letting me know I had 10 minutes before I needed to leave home - I decided to leave the base makeup on as it was, a bit light and I could still tell I had some more work to do to get it "just right" so it wasn't too heavy, but heavy enough to conceal. I put on my bright red lipstick and lip liner and made my way to my car and out of the rural area I live towards the truck stop. The heels you see in my photo are the same ones I wore to drive in, as well as the same shade of silken pantyhose - coffee. They didn't keep my legs or feet very warm on the 20-minute drive to the stop, but my discomfort was not on my mind when I picked this outfit. I wanted this "newbie" to enjoy his first time in Napoleon and his first time having me, so I went with a little something more for warmer temps. Besides the CFM heels and coffee-shade pantyhose, I was wearing a black leather-look skirt and jacket set with a warm fuzzy purple sweater under the jacket. In case he wanted to go further I had a matching black silk camisole, black half slip and black lace bra on. This was all hidden by a black wool jacket that was past the knees. For about a month I'd been dressing more provocatively from home and "taking the chance" on not being spotted as a "guy in drag." So far, it'd worked and I'd not been spotted once. I arrived just a bit ahead of schedule, so I parked near to the truck I was described by my "Pimp Daddy" and waited a bit to be sure the foot traffic going in and out was next to none. At a few minutes before "show time" I turned off my car and made my way to the passenger's side door of his cab, rapped on the door in the "knock" I was told to use. I stepped in and was greeted by a rather bear-like trucker, quite handsome actually with a salt-n-pepper beard and moustache - short and well groomed. He grabbed me by the arms and pulled me into his sleeper area, killed the interior cab lights and left a small one on in the sleeper. He began to get his pants off and ordered me to take off clothing, other than my outer coat, slowly. By the time he had his pants off and his cock peeking out from under his boxers, I had my outer coat and jacket off. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me to my knees and ordered me to serve his dick. I knelt before him and greedily began to suck and kiss and worship such a magnificent thick piece of manhood. "Rod" as he wanted to be called just kept a tight grip on my shoulders and my neck, enjoying my sucking and kissing acts upon his hairy beast of a cock. My hands went up his shirt against his abdomen. Like most truckers, it was a bit full, but I was finding this shape to be very pleasing after having had quite a few men like this and enjoying every moment spent being fucked and used by them. Rod was hairier than most though, which really aroused me. Over the years I begun to develop a deep lustful desire for hairy men, at least in the abdomen and chest area. My clear coat nails traced up and down his hair and made my clit rise from its confines under my skirt to make a dramatic bulge that Rod noticed. "Damn sissy you're already hard! What a fucking slut you are! What do I call you?" "I am whatever name my lover wishes me to be," I responded before going back to kissing at his now mighty dick. He was definitely over 7" in length by this moment, probably coming very close to 8 inches. But it was the thickness that had me wondering how my tight pussy was going to respond. So far in the past few months of "trucker fucking" I'd had men that were between 6" and almost 9" in length (Pimp Daddy and the black trucker up next are both nearly 9") but this was by far the thickest man I'd had yet. "Then you're my Trixie. And I can't wait to fuck my Trixie." Another few minutes of sucking and taking every inch of him I could soon turned to him dragging me to my feet and him pulling me down onto his lap to sit on him as he kissed my face, lips and neck and caressed my breasts. He'd already removed my A-cup bra and was enjoying my natural breasts under my sweater. I just moaned and purred as he seduced me. "Oh damn Trixie my wife never got me this hot since before our wedding. Fuck I'm glad Ken set me up with you! I've got to fuck you! Do you need it, Trixie? Do you need my rod?" I kissed and licked him back, "Yes Rod I need you. My pussy aches to be fucked. Take me raw, baby. Take me natural. Let me feel every thick bit of your manhood turn me into your whore." Rod then pushed me off, got up, grabbed onto me and tossed me onto the sleeper on all fours. He spread my legs with force and pushed my leather-look skirt up over my hips and saw his reward - my ass-pussy looking at him under a very small hole in the nylon fabric of my pantyhose. His thick fingers went right in, ripped them open and he began to slap my ass and spit on my hole. I reached my painted nails back and caressed his thick cock, keeping his massive manhood nice and hard so that he'd be ready to plow into me when he had gotten a fill of my pussy. He licked and spit, slapped and spit, then repeated the process over and over as he kept telling me he was so going to fuck me hard. It was at this point he finally caught eye of my clit - nearly as long as his cock, but encased in the same coffee nylon poking through a small hole in the front of my pantyhose. "Oh fuck that's hot! I'm going to make you cum in that nylon, bitch!" I looked back and begged him again, "please fuck me Rod! I need your dick in me!" He didn't hesitate this time. Either I was fully prepped and wet, or he was just going to take me at my word and fuck me hard, raw and didn't care. It seemed it was more the latter, because as his thick head tried to penetrate I was not quite wet enough. He leaned over to a small shelf, grabbed what I assumed was a bottle of lubricant or something. it was cold - very cold! I maned and almost cried out a bit as it shot against my hole. He slapped my ass and pushed the head into me. "Yeah Trixie you're going to be my fucking bitch! I'm going to own that pussy and plant my seed in you, whore!" "Oh baby give it to me. Make me yours. I'm your cum dump. I'm your sissy fuck. I'm just a pussy for your dick!" He grabbed me around the throat, squeezed me tight enough to make me gasp for air, "Yes you are, bitch!" He then released the grip on my throat but grabbed my hair in the back and began his full-on push into my pussy. I moaned his name as he entered me fully and I felt the slap of his balls against my ass. He was in - I was in ecstasy. I felt my clit getting hard again from within its nylon sheath and I felt my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he began to pound like a machine set on high. It was one hard thrust after another - a man on a mission to pound my ass and to get his sperm deep inside me. My walls were pretty sore from his thickness but I was not minding the feel after about 5 minutes of relentless fucking. We barely said a thing to one another - just lots of moans, groans, and a few "oh yesssss" hisses from me as he used me. Then I felt his right hand loosen from my hip onto my clit, where he began to stroke my nylon covered dicklette and make me even harder. I was now moaning even louder. This made Rod want me even more it seemed. His hand just kept stroking my clit and he kept moaning the name he'd given me, "Trixie" over and over and he fucked me. I then reached under, grabbed his hand, pressed it to my breast over my heart and let him finger my nipple. Then both his hands were under my sweater squeezing my tits as we fucked. I began now to moan his name. I felt my cum boiling up in my balls. "Make me cum Rod," I begged him. His thrusts got even harder and within a few pounds I did just that, cumming hard into the coffee nylon over my clit. "You dirty fucking slut! Gawd I am going to fuck you! Yeah Trixie you're my bitch! Take my dick, Trixie my whore!" Rod cried out my name a few more times and then I felt it - his body shuddered. I could not feel the splash of sperm but I could tell from his loud moan it was a big one! I just moaned "Oooohhhhhh yeeesssssssss Rod!" About five minutes of kissing and post-sex enjoyment then saw to me getting dressed and leaving Rod lying there on the sleeper very happy and satisfied. I was off to my next rendezvous of the night just about 20 feet away.

My boy and I were on vacation and went to a leather bar for a few beers. We saw a few sexy guys, and a couple of old trolls around, some in gear, some not. The bartender had an acne-scarred pockmarked face and a slightly gaunt appearance. There was one guy with white chest hair and a pot belly, which looked even more round with his harness. I asked my boy if he liked doing what I asked him to do, and he said yes. He can be pretty submissive. I asked him if he’d fuck any guy in the bar that I told him to pursue. He said yes. We joked about it over the next round of beers, talking about how he loved to be dominated, loudly enough that both the potbellied man and the bartender could hear. They exchanged looks. By that time, my we both had to take a piss. I let him go first so I could stay and watch our coats and ordered another round of beers. The potbellied man swaggered over to me, dressed in chaps, a leather jockstrap, and his harness. He told me he liked to play with couples. I asked him to follow me to the men's room when my boy came back. I was hatching a plan. My boy came a few seconds later. We downed our beers quickly as the man watched. I got up to do to the bathroom and the guy followed me. My boy raised his eyebrows as he saw the man following me, knowing something was up. The man locked the bathroom door after him and we were alone. He told me to kneel. He told me he loved dominating couples and he was looking forward to breeding my boy. He pulled his jock to the side and revealed a thick stubby uncut dick and furry balls. My mouth watered. He told me to swallow his cock. I did. His cock tasted rancid. He pulled out and spun around spreading his sagging ass cheeks. ‘Eat my hole,’ he commanded. His ass was sweaty and rank. I did as I was told, excited to see him dominate my boy, and myself, actually. The guy scooched his ass all over my face and then pulled away. ‘You’ll do,’ was all he said as he unlocked the door and tucked his cock back into his jock. I still had to take a piss and tried to pee into the trough despite my hard-on. When I left the bathroom, the bartender pulled me aside and said, ‘Be careful around that guy. He’s POZ and I know you were in there with him. Hope he didn’t cum in you…’ I shook my head, ‘no,’ and headed started to head back to the barstool. ‘I know he’s POZ because he POZZED me…’ My jaw dropped but my plan was getting more detailed… The man was chatting up my boy and had three beers there. He had his hand on my boy’s inner thigh and my boy was softly caressing his furry belly. My boy looked a little shy, wondering if I was ok with him talking so intimately with this stranger. I bent over to whisper in his ear, ‘This man is going to breed you,’ and I licked his ear. He just moaned and the man bent forward to kiss him hard on the mouth. I asked to pay our tab and the man told the bartender that I’d be paying his too. The bartender shook his head as he gave me the total. I paid him and we made a quick exit out the backdoor into a dimly lit parking lot. We walked a few steps and the fat guy put his hand on both our shoulders, ‘Kneel,’ he ordered. Me and my boy dropped to our knees on the hard asphalt and he looked at me. ‘Tell him to suck me off. Maybe he gives better head than you.’ I looked at my boy saying, ‘you heard the man. Suck his cock.’ My boy fished out his thick stubby dick and swallowed it down to the root. He cradled the man's big hairy balls. I fished out my dick and started jerking off. When the man’s dick was hard and slippery with spit, he nodded to me saying, ‘It’s time. Bend him over, spread his cheeks, and get his hole wet.’ I lifted my boy to his feet and pulled down his jeans, leaned him against a brick wall. I lapped at my boy’s hole, opening it with my fingers and smearing spit inside, to lube him up for the POZ strangers thick cock. I realized that I knew he was POZ but hadn’t told my boy. This was such a turn on. The man shoved me out of the way and lined himself up, ready to slide into my submissive boy. ‘The nice man is going to fuck you now. Let him use you,’ I moaned into my boy’s ear. The fat man surprised me by rolling a rubber onto his cock. He winked at me. As the stranger entered him, I cradled my boy’s head in my arms. He looked up at me and grunted, ‘Anything for you…’ ‘He might have knocked you up, boy, but he’s wearing a rubber’ My boy just looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I knew he preferred to be fucked raw, but we weren’t in charge, and there was a POZ cock deep in his hole. The man grunted as he slid balls deep into my boy. I could hear his hole squelching with my spit. The man fucked my boy for a few minutes as my boy fisted his own hard cock. I knelt down and sucked my boy’s dick. I lapped at his balls and even the spot where the stranger’s cock was splitting him open as it entered him. The man held his fingers at the base of the condom and kept fucking my boy. Every time he pulled back, the rubber rolled up more and more. I kept my tongue at that spot, helping the condom ride higher and higher until it cam completely off in my mouth. I stood up and smiled at my boy, the used rubber in my teeth as the man pounded his raw POZ cock into my boy. My boy’s eyes widened. The man picked up his pace and I heard the back door of the bar open. I looked over and saw the bartender with a bag of trash. He just shook his head at me, but I waved him over. ‘When the fat man is done, would you like to breed my boy?’ The bartender smirked at me and nodded. The man started to cum, and without asking either of us, bred him deeply. He slammed into my boy and stayed deep, filling him up with POZ seed. He started to go soft quickly and pulled out. The bartender had released his own cock, longer but thinner than the fat man. He slid right into my boy who clenched his eyes and teeth and took him without and sign of approval or resistance, another raw cock that he didn’t know was toxic. The bartender looked so hot, his skinny hips and sagging ass swaying as he pounded my boy, about to fill him up with more nasty seed. The fat man pointed to his slimy soft cock and told me to clean it. I gladly did so, filling my mouth with ass juice and POZ seed. He brought his palm to my lip. ‘Spit!,’ he ordered. I did, hocking the slime ball into my hand. He spread my cheeks with his free hand shoved his cummy fingers into my ass. ‘You wanted this. Don’t lie…’ I just nodded and let him force some of his cum into me. The bartender picked up his pace and drilled my boy as the fat man fingered me. I shot my load on the ground as the bartender shot his POZ cum into my boy’s guts. The bartender pulled out and pulled his jeans down, removing his jockstrap. My boy was still leaning against the wall, legs spread as far as the pants at his ankles would let him. There was a thick stream of white spooge leaking out of his ass. The bartender winked at me and tossed his jockstrap to the fat man. The man grinned at me and jammed the jockstrap into my boy’s gaping hole. ‘Get dressed, and don’t show your faces around here again.’ The bartender headed in and the potbellied stranger walked away into the darkness. We fumbled with our clothes and headed back to the hotel. Hand in hand, my boy put his head on my shoulder. I felt conflicted. I had told him to let these men bareback him without letting him know their gifted status. ‘Babe,’ I whispered. ‘Those men… They were both POZ. Are you ok with that?’ ‘They bartender told me they were both POZ while you were blowing that leather daddy in the bathroom. It is so hot that you thought I didn’t know!’ To be continued???

Again: it's not for the top to determine "relevancy". If the agreement is "you'll pull out without cumming inside me", then that's the agreement. Violating it - WHICH IS THE TOPIC OF THIS THREAD - is a violation, period. Full stop. It's not the top's place to decide it's an irrational concern. It's not the top's place to decide it's not important enough to honor the deal. That's how consent works. Consent is not founded on "I stick to the agreement as long as I think the agreement makes sense." Now it's true that this is (probably) increasingly unlikely a scenario to encounter. But IF the scenario exists, the only decent options are (a) stick to the deal or (b) decline the deal and move on to someone else.

Anon loading again My Grindr pinged with my favourite message, ‘Your cunt free?’ A local office worker needed to dump his load. He’s always breeding different guys and never uses a cunt consecutively. He was dead clear what he wanted, frustrated with work problems he needed to empty his seed from his full balls into a slutty willing hole so he could concentrate. He knows I have a strict no load refused policy so he was on his way as soon as I replied I was open for use. I was hooded in my jock and harness when he arrived. He pulled the butt plug out and slid his dick into me. No messing, straight in and he was clearly here to pound away his frustrations and unload his spunk. Added pleasure knowing this dick has been in every willing hole for miles. I have no idea of his status... he never asks and that suits me! Then he was really getting off, pounding hard he placed one foot on the bed next to me. I reached back and could feel he had stripped to just his socks. I fucking love that, either a guy just unzips to breed or strips to just his socks. I think he must have been having a rubbish day as I was taking a real pounding as he worked off his frustrations. He was plowing me sideways to ensure his dick had the maximum pleasure sensation. He was totally owning my cunt with every hard deep thrust and I could tell he was building up to his release and I was ready for this stranger to breed me. He continued pounding until he could contain his load no more, ‘FUCK-KING-SLUT’ uttered in time to his dick going balls deep. I felt him flexing his dick while he pumped his full load into me. A few more thrusting to ensue his spunk was deep inside me and he was done. ‘I fucking need that slut’ Spoken as he pulled his cummy cock from my hole. I was tagged CUMSLUT and BRED 28/01 and he left.

It is truly one of the most intoxicating addicting feelings you will ever experience. It has taken a hold of me and I've enjoyed every moment in other men's arms behind their backs. I cannot express the bliss that I experience in sneaking around. Give yourself to it fully. Let it envelope you. Let it become a part of you. Once you do that, you will know the unexplainable feelings that many of us feel.

Thank you for the encouragement! It's only a sort of teaser: By day I pretend to be a godly man -- by night. I belong to someone darker. My journey from 'curious' to bottomless pleasure pig has been dizzyingly swift, so I want to share the stories while they are still fresh.

I love the sound of his groan as he finally unleashes inside me. I love the feel of being cum-pletey full of cum and cock. I love how sensitive the top gets afterwards when I'm trying to suck the last drops out of him as his cock deflates. I love feeling him collapse on top of me - the feel of his entire weight on me and still inside me. I love the sweat glistening on our bodies. I love the smell of sweat and cum and saliva all over our bodies. I love the look on the faces of those watching us. I love the sound of his zipper as he realizes that he's done and bolts out of there to get back to his wife. I love the slap on my ass as he appreciates my skill. I love the feel of the marker as he adds to my tally. I love the wet slurping sound as his huge cock pulls out with a plop. I love the feel of fingers as the next guy feels for my hole to guide himself into my gaping wet hole. I love the puddle under the sling because I couldn't hold all the cum inside me. I love the tongue of a hungry cumwhore as he eats the anon lads out of me. I love the stickiness of his load as he pulls out ad shoots across my back. I love the high five the two tops give each other as the both cum in me....

I enjoy the intrusion of his sizable appendage gradually going into me, and I'm thinking "YES! I'm getting raw cock and he's a big one!" And two horny monsters join as one, grinding into each other, occasionally separating momentarily for whatever reason, until the deed is done. Then when his tempo increases as the juices begin to churn, and watching his skin changing hue. The rough animalistic grunting and growling, and then a final roar as he discharges his loathsome load. And the gradual comedown from the heights of intimacy as we pant and catch our breath. Then the post-coital bliss. But my favourite part? The kiss that sets it all off. It sets the tone for the fuck. If he's a poor kisser, then this might not be the mind-blowing experience I just described.

I am a trans guy (ftm) and I have 2 holes down there and a glans that is a bit bigger than it was before I took T but still unambiguously a clit. For a long time I was sad because believe it or not all I wanted was to be in a cage like youse all have been posting. (the grass is always greener!) Without going into all the anatomy details, "chastity" devices made for people with 2x cunts are a totally different situation and do not work the same way at all, and it's impossible to really get the same effect on this body. Because you cannot stop getting hard. I got a bunch of piercings hoping to figure out how to do something similar and even have a couple of small cock cages to see if I could wear them, but I could not do it comfortably. (duh. but I had to try.) Lately I have come to think of myself as having a built-in natural chastity OR I imagine that at some point in the past I was like some of the folks here fantasizing but I went and got myself modified to be as I am. So I am kind of building myself some head cannon about how my body came to be the way it is through my choice rather than circumstance. I hope it is not shitty of me to say that it makes me happy to read stuff like this: because honestly as a total bottom I have always felt very privileged to have the extra orifice. It gives me a bit of grief from top men who are not interested for whatever reason (that's their prerogative of course) and gay guys in gneeral who are hostile (some reasons I understand why too) but I never wanted to get rid of it. The only reason I ever thought of getting any surgical mods done was like I said, so I could be locked up. But it is great to have the extra fuckpocket and really if I could get more of them I would. I would have 10 holes to fuck if the option were available to me hahaha. For anyone interested in what it's like to be gay with this kind of body (which is different than being a str8/les chick): It's not just the fact of being able to take an extra guy (which is kind of awkward rly) that is why it's good. I think the #1 reason is that it is always ready 100% of the time. Doesn't matter what you ate, you never have to clean it, there are no hemorrhoids or other damage etc. If you are a kind of person who's agreeable to this kind of thing, there is seldom any real reason to refuse getting fucked and you can be fucked by surprise at any moment; you can be fucked in the middle of the night or the morning. I know some guys have a really good relationship with their digestion but personally I am not sure my body would ever allow my asscunt to get used with the freedom of my cuntcunt. other benefit, and this is just what I am told because I never was able to know for myself, is that it feels different to fuck them, so for the top it is fun. You can fuck one hole then just slip back to the other. Maybe someone who has fucked both would describe that? (But boy cunt is different than lady pussy because T makes everything more muscled but close enough.) Also you can feel what's in one hole through the other. So if you do have 2 guys they feel each other's cocks. You can use one hole to put a sensation on the cock in the other. Like you can put a vibrator in the front to make the asshole vibrate. You can rub the cock from the other hole. I want to get really good at being fisted so a man can stick his cock into my front hole and put his hand into my ass and grab my whole cunt from the inside and jerk himself off inside me. All that said, whenever I have a cock in my hand and the choice to guide it one place or the other, if it's just about my own pleasure I will send it to my ass 90% of the time. I think the feeling of getting assfucked is superior because it goes so much deeper inside, like you feel it way higher up your body, and the feeling of girth is so much more delightful in the sphincter. I already have what you are fantasizing about but it is still difficult for men to forget about! A lot of guys want to suck on my 1" glans, you pretty much have to go hunting for it because it's so small. I'd rather be like a no recip bottom kind of thing. I will let them if they really want because I want to please, but I really do not like the feeling. I just want to service their body. Maybe it's too much pressure for some guys. They want to shift the attention to someone else for a break. :) I feel that it is a lot of work to be a top and such a kindness they are doing. I wish I could have a cage on my clit even while being fucked. Sometimes I can stop myself and others from rubbing it. A lot of the time nobody even thinks about it. I really love it when a guy fucks me and he does not even make a pretense to suck me or rub me or warm up my holes or do anything else to me except aim his cock at what he wants and dive in. But sometimes there is a temptation to rub. I would love a man who is so selfish he stops me from jerking myself but so far I have been left to my own devices. I always regret it when I do it to myself; it is better to be focused only on him and his pleasure. Hope it's not rude to say that is really a glorious cock. :) I'm sure the tops can appreciate looking at it while riding you.

I totally agree with you. I would thoroughly recommend that you read his first story on here," Last Known Address", it is without doubt my favourite story on this site. In my view there is none better.

Having a man use my pussy for his pleasure. Just being big muscled cunt meat for him to get off

This past Friday, I texted my local top fwb’s to see who was around on Saturday. I haven’t been able to host/btm much lately so they were all pent up. 8 buds came over yesterday and they all bred me. XD #1 – M is my neighbor and chiropractor. Muscular, southern, kind… he’s in a sexless relationship (as are most of my fwb’s) and is always eager to come over. He “broke the seal” of my tight hole. I threw my arms around him tight, moaned in his ear, and he opened me up. Wasn’t long before I got load # 1. # 2 – D (depicted below). Muscle salt & pepper NJ daddy. Hugely hung, he comes into NYC on weekends and loves to stop over before or after the gym. He tells me I’m his fav btm as he loves my long, toned body and rare ability to take his dick. He’s quite sizable and likes it rough… so do I 😊 We already cemented tentative sex plans next Sunday. # 3 & 4 – L & J. L is an executive whose been a top most of his relationships. Last weekend I bred him; he said I was the biggest he’s ever taken. He did a great job bottoming and repaid the favor yesterday as he bred him with his thick curved dick. J is a salt-and-pepper ethnic looking runner. Long dick, sweet, piggy, amd plays well with others. He was a great group partner and was very gracious playing with L, who was a little nervous for our threesome. I texted them this morning; they were both so happy and eager for another round (perhaps next weekend). *lunch break* #5 – H is a daddylicious multi-cummer whose been fucking me for 10+ years. He gave me three loads and sucked me off 😊 #6 – J is a thick Dominican top (around 30yo) who actually is kind of asexual. He often goes days without touching his thick dick so by the time when he comes over, he sometimes doesn’t last very long but ejaculates fountains of cum in me…. which is exactly what happened yesterday. Zero complaints here haha #7 & 8 – another threesome with T & R, both handsome two silver daddies. R is a lean, fit neighbor who has a wicked curved dick; kind of like a candy cane lol. T is a muscley top whose been fucking me for years; also is a sexless marriage… he splits his time btw NYC and his upstate countryhome. We r both so busy, but always find time for each other. **Lunar New Yr was on Feb. 1st. Here's a pic of me wearing red for good fortune. Also, 8 is a lucky Chinese number. Happy I’m starting my New Yr with 8 abundant dicks LOL XD

I love when he gets a good rhythm going and I can his strength behind each thrust, his dick hitting me inside and making my eyes roll back. Him cumming is the cherry on the Sunday for me.

I thought it was a good day to roll this story back up to the top of the list. BZ has had some really great stories submitted, this being one, by a number of talented writers- some still submitting, some have inspired new writers to try their hand at writing here, and some have just moved on to other forums. These older stories still have a reason to be at the top of the posts- older members can revisit, and new guys on here ought to explore posts older than yesterday . Enjoy guys !

Took a load in a parking lot a mall on the way home from work to my pregnant wife. Was in the back seat of his truck while he flooded my pussy 😉. love to be used

That little bit of pain is like an ice cold shower. I spent the better part of a year in chastity under the control of my cuckoldress/dominatrix. She took my nearly 8" cock (fully erect) down to just over 6" with chastity and control. She later "allowed" it out of its cage when I was around men she was having sex with, but then kept me locked up whenever she'd have over pretty women as guests. It made me "stay limp" around women and gave rise to the idea that I should "be horny and show it" around men. Eventually the men took notice and as they began to take notice, I began to suck their dicks and even had a few take liberties with my ass and fucking me while my Mistress was at work. Now I am always limp watching women - naked, in lingerie, or otherwise. But the moment my eyes see a man, if I am drawn to him, I feel it rise.

The Park, Again Matt is on AOL again on the next night. Surprisingly he gets into his city’s chatroom easily. Matt types “22/m/btm” in the main room and a guy he doesn’t know called “9x6forU” messages him. They start a hot chat, Matt asks for pics. He sees a huge cock. Matt returns with pics of his ass. The top says, “I’ll stretch you wide.” Matt says, “Do it.” Top says, “safe sex only here. U?” Matt sighs. He closes the chat…..boring. Matt strokes his cock thinking of the large dick, but the thought of a condom in his ass makes him less turned on. Matt knows he can get at least a hot bareback chat with another top. So, Matt drops “22/m/btm/” in the main room again. The chat box with “9x6forU” lights up again………”not into safe sex only?” Matt’s cock jumps a bit. He smiles. Matt types, “More like safe sex optional. 😊” The top’s messages start coming fast…..”That’s irresponsible.” “It’s the year 2000. We have had millions of guys die. I can’t believe your young and hot and so stupid.” “Do you want to die just because you like getting fucked” “Stupid slut!” And on and on. Matt blocks 9x6forU, but the guy starts typing in the main chat room all about what a slut and a bareback whore Matt is. Matt is mortified. He signs off of AOL. Matt is really freaked out. He sent that guy pictures of his face, body, ass, cock, everything. The guy could spread rumors and everything about him. Matt starts to cry. He freaks out. Unsure of what to do, Matt calms himself and goes for a run. While running, Matt tries to think things through, but he can’t talk to his friends about it – he promised them he’d stop fucking around bareback. Matt hasn’t seen Alexander in over a month, he can’t confess this to Chris because then Chris will know he’s a slut. Matt starts running faster as he is freaking out. FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!! Matt runs hard and finally stops when he reaches the park where he hooked up with Bill and Mark. He let them both breed him here in this park. Fuck, Matt is conflicted. He can’t keep letting guys bareback him, even though it feels so good to admit he likes bareback sex more. Matt starts to get hard in his running shorts. Damnit. Matt sees some movement from the corner of his eye by the trees off the trail. He looks closer and there is a young dude giving another guy in his 20s a blowjob. Matt moves so he can get a closer view. Matt’s cock responds in his shorts. He is rock hard now watching the younger guy – college age – gives this sexy jock a sloppy blowjob. Matt stands between a few bushes and a tree watching as the blowjob. “That’s hot,” Matt hears. An older man, late 50s, some belly, grey hair with a beard, wearing a suit is standing next to Matt. Matt says, “Yeah.” Suit guy says, “Love to see young sluts work for a load.” Matt looks back and the guy has a big cock that he is rubbing in his suit pants. Matt licks his lips, but turns back to watch the couple. Suit guy says, “You like big dicks like mine?” Matt looks back at him again, but this time only at his cock. Matt nods. The suit guy rubs his cock through his suit pants and then opens his zipper and takes it out, stroking a large uncut cock. Matt watches suit guy. Suit guy says, “You like it? You like this big dick?” Matt nods. Suit guy says, “Mouth or ass?” Matt turns to face the couple again, watching the blowjob, Matt pushes his running shorts down and steps out of them and says, “Ass.” Suit guy reaches in his pocket and pulls out a condom, rolls it over his dick and says, “My lucky day. A horny young slut.” Matt looks back and says, “You like my ass?” Suit guy lines up his cock and says, “Fuck yes.” Suit guy starts sliding his condom covered cock in Matt. “Oh fuck. This is a good ass. Going to fuck this ass good.” Matt feels the hips of the older man on his naked ass. He feels the suit pants, belt (still buckled), and the pubes on his ass. Matt relaxes his ass. The top slaps his ass. “Tighten up slut. I like to feel you on my cock.” Matt tightens his ass for the man. Suit guy starts fucking Matt. He is saying things like, “You like that dick bitch? You like my dick fucking your ass?” Matt moans yes. Matt is watching the other couple. The guy getting the blow job is holding the sucker’s head now and face fucking him. The sucker is struggling. Matt is turned on by the scene. Suit guy pushes Matt’s shirt over his head and leans his body onto Matt’s back, “Watch that boy swallow that load while I fuck your hot ass.” Matt is now naked, except for his running shoes and socks, letting a man he doesn’t even know fuck him in a park. Matt is so turned on. His cock is so hard. He is moaning. He hears the suit guy say, “Oh shit boy. The condom broke.” The top doesn’t stop fucking him. Matt doesn’t move. The top says again, “The condom broke. Is that ok?” Matt is conflicted but doesn’t move or say anything. The suit says, “Fuck your ass feels so good without the condom. Is this what you want?” Matt doesn’t answer yet, trying to decide if this is what he really wants….a totally random suited daddy fucking him bareback in a park. Matt can’t decide. But the cock feels better now that the condom broke. Matt focuses on the cock inside him. He moans. The suit says, “You’re a whore aren’t you? Your ass feels so good without the condom. First ass in years without a condom. Fuck this feels so good. You like this without the condom don’t you?” Matt moans again and says, “Yes.” The top says, “Doesn’t matter right? You like me in you raw. You don’t mind that I’m fucking you without a condom. You like it without a condom?” Matt says, “Yes you feel good without the condom on.” The top pulls out, takes off the broken condom, and pushes his raw cock back into Matt’s unprotected ass. “You want my milk slut? Shot in your ass?” The top keeps fucking Matt. “You want that milk in you? Your slutty ass is going to get my load.” Matt is watching as the guy getting the blowjob holds the head of the college boy and throws his head back. Clearly the jock is cumming down the college kid’s throat. Matt says, “Yes. Cum in my ass. Give me your cum.” The suited top grabs Matt’s hips, pushes forward, and blows his load in Matt’s unprotected ass. He pulls out, wipes his cummy cock on Matt’s ass cheeks, zips up, says, “Thanks slut” and leaves. Matt gets dressed and jogs slowly home, wondering if the cum is leaking from his freshly fucked hole. When he gets home, he turns on AOL to assess the damage. There are 12 non-junk emails in his AOL inbox on his slut account – 1 from “9x6forU”’s real screenname blasting him. The other 11 are from local guys offering to fuck Matt bareback. Matt smiles. He is not alone – other guys want raw sex too. Matt emails all 11 guys back asking when they want to fuck him.

----- Part Last ----- Several people made comments about my improved mood on Monday morning. "I was really worried about you last week, Corey. I didn't want to pry, but you looked really depressed. I hope it wasn't anything to do with work or someone here" my boss said. Reassurances that I was OK were made and remade with each new comment. The upcoming project looked to be pretty good and much less grueling than the last one. In the evening, I finished off the pizza from Saturday and started to surf. First stop was the site Paul had me make the profile on. "Your inbox is full. Please consider upgrading to a premium account to send and receive unlimited messages" was the notice I was greeted with. Sure enough, 20 messages were there, most of them wanting to hookup. I read each message and checked out their profile. They varied from a 18 year old parTy guy to a sixty something bear. The ones with no pics, no info or that had sent messages of only "hot profile" or "fuck me" got tossed. That left five. A 21 year old college guy had the best message. "Hi. Newly poz, huh? Hope ur doin ok with it n might consider sharing. Sub bb btm here, not looking 4 master or ltr, just love gettin loads from lots of guys. been thinkin abt gettin pozzed a cpl yrs. chasing last 6 mo. most +guys on meds, didnt convert from creepy guy that I think lied abt bein +. serious here hope u r 2" was the note riskysub02 sent. I liked his honesty and low pressure approach. I sent him a reply - "hey doin ok now, thx. no script yet so no meds. only fucked 1 guy so far. u really sure? willing 2 share if ur not going to freak if u get chrgd." I went to the next best message - "cumdump here lookin 4 bug. hiv only, already had most others. u still toxic? nice pics, hope last 1 got lucky. prefer anon. have spot in bldg basement." CmDmp4ne1's profile listed a 30 year old Hispanic guy, a few inches shorter and twenty pounds heavier than me with a great furry ass. It looked like he had a nice cock too and listed himself as versatile bottom. He also got a reply - "hey. u sure? never on meds. waiting 2 find out if guy in pic got bug. how u fuck in basement? GH?" I re-read the others and wasn't going to reply to them until I knew how the other two guys turned out. Another message came in and I could barely decipher what it said. The profile was really strange too so I just deleted the message. I searched a few times and realized Paul was right about lots of guys looking for poz loads. I even found a profile for a guy that sounded like the hookup that pozzed me - "visiting 4 wkend. HVL & only breed no prep negs. multicummer" was all his profile said besides the stats which matched my hookup, except for his status. The dick pic looked familiar too. I was just about to log when the hispanic guy replied - "very sure. u knock up lots of guys? storage rm in basemnt w/matrss. dim light. free 6pm-midnite." Another round of messages from him and I had an address, directions to get to a basement storage room and a time on Wednesday night. Once again, as I was about to log off I got a message, this time from the college guy. "thanks 4 replying. I'm positive I want it, lol. wont freak 4 sure. cant host, can u? name day time place night btr but I will skip class 2 get pozd. 1x or wud u do more to make sure?" he said. "yw. cant host. u know of a place 2 meet? tomorrow after 7pm ok? 1x yes, 2 if we click" I sent as a reply. "Dix Theater on 4th? 8pm? Look 4 guy with glowing wristbands in main theater" he replied and I sent back "c u then." I'd heard about the adult theater but I had never been there. Except for three or four visits to a bathhouse at college, all of my sex had been in non-sleazy places - dorm rooms, apartments, cars or a few parks. I was nervous as I went in and paid the fee before wandering a few minutes until I found the "big" theater. There were only six rows of ten seats with an aisle down the middle and on both sides. A few guys were standing against the back wall and I spotted a couple people in the seats, spread apart. No one had the wristbands I was looking for but I had gotten there a few minutes early. I looked around at the other rooms, including the smaller theater that only had about twenty seats and a gay bondage flick was playing to the lone guy in the front row. I went back to the main room and looked around. While I spotted one guy sucking another this time, it seemed to be the same set of guys. I stood back in the corner and waited, now expecting the college guy to flake. Five minutes later, a guy burst into the theater behind me and walked halfway down the side aisle, breathing heavy like he'd just run a marathon. He looked around and then fumbled in his pocket and brought out two barely glowing wristbands and put them on. I chuckled and took a few steps forward, whispering "riskysub?" He spun around and in the darkness I could barely make out what he looked like, but he fit the general description of his profile. "Follow me" I said and walked over to the smaller theater which was now empty. I found a spot in the back and the college guy whispered "Sorry I'm late" before he sunk to his knees. He pulled down my sweats and quickly began sucking my cock and getting it hard. He was no stranger to sucking dick and I imagined he was one of those early starters. Once I was hard and wet, I tugged on his arm and he stood back up. "Last chance to change your mind" I said and watched him shake his head 'no'. "Bend over and show me that ass then" I said quietly, but sternly. He grabbed some poppers out of his pocket and dropped his jeans, stepping out of one leg. Each of his hands grabbed on to the back of the last row of seats. My finger ran along the crack, pushing in until I felt his hole. I heard him take a few hits of poppers while my finger slipped inside pretty easily. I didn't feel any lube or cum, just sweat from his run to the theater. "This guy's taken a lot of dick" I thought. Adding a second finger, I heard him moan over the lame soundtrack of the movie. I gave a few twists and pulled them free, stuffing my hard cock in right away. "Aaaahhhh, fuuuck yeah" the college guy moaned as I slid in until I was fully planted. I plowed his well used hole, never giving him less than three quarters of my average sized cock with each stroke and usually all of it. Each thrust was firm and while I might have been gentle to start with if we'd hooked up any other way, he needed a harder fuck. Only a few minutes in, I was drilling him and you could hear the slaps of our bodies echoing around the room. We had attracted a few guys who were a lot more interested in our fuck than the one on the screen. One guy shot his load on the floor and left, leaving two to watch us. "Breed me... please breed me" college guy begged when my thrusts started to get erratic. The last few thrusts were really hard and the college guy struggled to keep himself upright from them. On the last shove, my cock erupted. I let a couple ropes shoot out before I pulled back and slammed in again, unleashing a few more spurts of my charged seed into his cunt. With the last shot fired, I stayed fully rooted in his ass. "Give me a few minutes and I'll give you another load if you want" I said breathlessly, my hands still on his hips. "Hell yeah!" he replied. I leaned back against the wall and he spent the next several minutes licking my cock clean. Once I had recovered, we fucked again but I only lasted about five minutes before I dumped another, smaller load into his guts. The college guy sucked my cock clean again before standing up and pulling his jeans back up. With my sweats pulled up too, we headed towards the front door together. We got out on to the street and I saw him for the first time in glow of the streetlights. The grin on his face was priceless and he immediately said "Thank you. You don't know how happy I am right now." "Good. Same time Friday?" I asked. The grin got even bigger and he nodded his head before saying "Oh god yeah!" "Don't be late next time" I said with a wink before turning and walking toward home. Wednesday, I took the afternoon off and went to my appointment at the clinic. I tried to look concerned, but the doctor noticed I was in a better state than I was the last time. I didn't tell him about the weekend with Paul, or the guy Tuesday night at the adult theater, or the guy I was going to meet later that night, or how many guys sent messages to my profile on a bareback site, begging for me to share my bug. The doctor gave me the numbers from the tests, which meant nothing to me. I figured I'd do some research over the weekend and figure out if they were good or bad. One was really big and the other less than one thousandth of the first. I also got a prescription and a ton of other information. "Fill the prescription right away and be sure to abstain until we get the results from your next test and probably longer" I was told. "Sure, doc" I replied knowing there was no way I was going to deprive myself from having sex. The meet with the Hispanic guy was much easier than the one the night before. I easily found the door he'd propped open and then found him in the storage room, on his knees and naked. He was tighter than the college guy, but still an experienced bottom. I didn't go easy on him either and with only a couple gobs of spit for lube, he felt every stroke. After fifteen minutes of plowing him, I pumped a nice load into his unprotected hole. CmDmp4ne1 hadn't said a word the entire fuck and I only heard a few moans and groans from him. He never looked back either. This was just an anonymous pump n dump and I was on my way less than 30 minutes after I'd gotten there. He sent me message later saying "thx. luv a repeat or 10." Benny from the pizza shop was nervous when he showed up Thursday evening. I didn't have to do anything for him to be my delivery guy. It turns out the place has a list of the regular customers and drivers can request to service them. And service me he did. "Marco said you could help me out" he said sheepishly after he gave me the pizza. I smiled and pulled him into my apartment. Once the door was shut, I pushed him back to the wall and replied "If you really want a viral load you have to ask me." My face was inches from his and I could see the sweat dripping down his face and feel his body tremble. "Please, sir. Can you fuck me again and poz me? Please?" he pleaded. I knew I wasn't the only customer that he would bend over for. The last time he delivered he had at least one load in him and offered to let me to fuck him as long as I didn't complain to the restaurant that he was late. I may have fucked him safe that time, but it was a different story now. He begged for my charged load for the next hour as I pounded him first doggy style and then missionary. Being the big tipper that I am, he got two loads. The satisfied look on his face slowly turned to panic and back as I breathlessly told him "Doc told me yesterday with my viral load I can easily infect someone with just one exposure. Be here Tuesday night so I can make sure you're toxic as fuck." He nodded and I could see his brain comprehending that this really wasn't just some hot fantasy playing out. My poz cock was still in his neg ass when he asked "there's a buttplug in my bag. Can you put it in after you pull out?" Chuckling, I realized he was as committed to this as I was and I roughly jammed the plug into his hole. Friday's meet with the college guy was a repeat, except he was there waiting for me and he was a lot more verbal. The place was much more crowded since it was a Friday. Instead of standing behind the seats of the empty small theater, he was kneeling on a middle front row seat as I stood behind, drilling him. The poz talk chased a few guys away and drew others closer. "Knock his ass up" one guy yelled out as I started to shoot my first load. College guy moaned so loudly when I dumped my seed in him, I could hear him over the din of the movie and at least twenty horny guys, most of which were watching us, not the screen. When I pulled out, some guy from the crowd tried to take my place but the college guy shut him down. "Only one cock gets this hole today" he told everyone around us. Most of the guys wandered away while riskysub sucked and nursed on my half hard shaft. When I was ready to fuck him again, he stood up and whispered in my ear "Thanks for fucking me again. Even if you aren't poz it's still hot as fuck." I figured he was fishing to see if I really was toxic. He had obviously been lied to before and was skeptical that anyone was going to really give him a charged load. Short of showing him lab results, nothing was going to prove I was toxic right then and there. "Eight hundred thousand was my viral load Wednesday. Now bend over and lets make sure you're charged up" I whispered back. He let out a sultry moan which really turned me on as he turned, braced himself on the chair back and spread his legs. This time I fucked longer for our second round. The load was bigger too and I fingered him roughly after I pulled out. Once again we left the theater together. "You serious about the number?" he asked as we got out into the warm summer air. "Mmhmm. I'm not supposed to be even thinking about sex... even if I covered up" I replied, chuckling. "Have a good one" I said as I walked away. Sunday I sent a message to Paul and asked how things were going. "Better now that my ass doesn't hurt every second of the day ;)" he replied. "Aww I need to do a better job next time u been a good boy? no fucking?" I sent back. "No dick or ass, just my hand sir" Paul answered. I was a little pissed that he was jacking off and emptying his balls into his hand or a cum rag. I'd have to settle for taking the last neg load he shot inside someone instead of just his last neg load, period. "LOL good I cant say the same profile we made has been popular" I texted to Paul. Seconds later my phone rang. "I figured you would delete it as soon as I left" Paul said. "Nah, I wasn't sure I would meet up with anyone but a few looked too good to pass up" I replied. "Oh? Did they show or ghost?" he asked. "Guess I got lucky, both showed. Three if you count the pizza guy. Seven loads de-POZ-ited" I joked. We talked a bit more and after I hung up I went back to the site to see if there were more messages. Just like before, I was greeted with the "mailbox full" message. There were a few of the same messages, one from riskysub saying "thanks again" and one telling me I was a "sick motherfucker" for being poz and still wanting to hookup. I looked over the college guy's profile again and noticed he had changed it. "not looking atm. waiting to see if the last stud ended my chase" was the updated text and a new pic showed his ass with a toothbrush in it and a blob of pink cum running out of his hole. I hoped he took it after our last fuck and that was my load dripping out of his ass, but it made me smile. Work was busy the next week, but I did breed Benny again on Tuesday. He spent the night and I gave him three more loads before he left in the morning. There was also a hookup with another guy from the site on Wednesday. A fifty two year old guy that had stopped prep several months earlier. It was a lot of fun and my first time with a much older guy. We flipped back and forth for a couple hours, dumping a pair of loads into each other. There wasn't any poz talk, it was just two horny guys fucking bare and the consequences be damned. Thursday I was at work when I got the message from Paul, while I was in a team meeting. "Feel like shit fever & aches all ur fault, lol" his message said. I smiled and I'm sure my co-workers were confused why I was happy that the boss had just told us we'd be working most of the weekend. Friday night I picked up the prescription and took the first dose the next morning. I hooked up one last time from the site that afternoon with the mid-sixties bear from the first set of messages. He said he wanted to do what he'd spent decades avoiding and take his first raw poz cock. Three loads later, his fur was matted with sweat and my cum was in his gut. A couple weeks later I checked out riskysub's profile and it now listed him as poz and versatile. I sent him a message "congrats" and he replied a few minutes later with "thx stud u didnt lie ;)" CmDmp4ne1's profile too had changed. It still had "ask me" for his status but one pic showed a fresh biohazard tattoo on his ass. It may or may not have been from me, but it was good to see he got what he wanted. I did one more search but the bear's profile was gone. I deleted my profile and called for a pizza, wondering who would deliver.

When I first met my boy, Drew he hated eating ass - especially my hairy ass when I'm ripe and sweaty. At first he'd give my hole the merest lick so I had to train him to appreciate my scent. I'd tie my stinking jock over his face and make him wear it for hours. Then I'd stuff my briefs into his mouth and make him suck on them. Finally I put him on his back and sat on his face forcing my asshole on to his mouth - now he tongues out my asshole real deep and I fukkin love it.

The story (while 'fictional') is a great version of a possible true-life experience that some of us get to or have already experienced: that being, catching our pretty (innocent) BF, our 'boy-toy', our junior 'understudy' having a dark side of promiscuity, cheating and engaging in very risky sexual behavior. I have that happen several times over the years, along with the feeling of rage, anger, betrayal, nausea... but also the tingling, creeping sensation of arousal. Fast forward to my last/ present BF who has lasted longer than any of the others before, and much more harmoniously. Part of that accomplishment was based on a 'deal-with-the-devil' as prudes might say. To his defense: Monogamy had taken a toll on many levels, fading frequency of sex, less personal 'vanity', less being outgoing and flirtatious with others. You know: 'following the relationship script'! BORING, really, the predictability! And like in the straight world, it invites cheating and temptations... the story of 'the forbidden fruit' and the snake... DANGER, the devil, the sexual hunters out there... My man fell to temptation first: him being passed out drunk with an unlocked phone flashing a series of various advanced conversations. Him actively pursuing hooking up with complete strangers. scrolling through them I found the proof: BAREBACK SEX and taking loads was the ultimate goal. After feeling the old-fashioned rage and sense of betrayal, I got back in control. I told him: "Most 'traditional' relationships would be over. I say north of 98%! You agree?" (Footnote: I even had guys in this group tell me (although they are HARDCORE, pozzing, promiscuous party-guys) "If I HAD A BF, I would NEVER tolerate him hooking up with others!") Yes my man did agree and looked concerned about us 'being over'. But I told him we can make this work though, because luckily I'm such a 'sick fuck' I get strangely aroused by all of this... BUT, it will be BOTH of us going out: hunting for cock and cum, fucking holes and making SEX A SPORT! And no secrecy, no willful privacy, no jealousy, hypocrisy and NO RUBBERS EVER! One of the first 'acts' of entering the new brotherhood was me inviting a self-confident, highly promiscuous party-boy who also lets you know he is poz. Well he is an actor from a big city where people are more liberated than in the South... I had the dude breed my man's hole and do his POZ-TALK. He said: "Boy you ready to take my POZ DEMON SEED? You ready to share my DNA? You gonna be a good slut, take all loads?" He mumbled kinda bitch-like at first but I made him butch it up and say: "YES SIR!" He popped a few loads and showed me the cream-pie of at least one. I asked the guy to keep breeding my man, ignore his requests to 'take it easy' and hurry up... Hell no! Breed and rut his hole raw, rough and make sure your demon seed takes... then we will be on the same page. We are now in year 15 of our relationship and the last 6 of total promiscuous debauchery have been the best. He now tells me he 'envies me' for being a bigger whore and getting more 'hot guys'. Not true, yes mostly but some random tricks were such, tore-up, homely fucks I'd never would acknowledge them in public... unless they see me first! lol

1. Apt #5C He was drenched. Dripping. The rain let up two blocks from the address he held in his hand, but too late. He was already soaked. Shoes squished climbing the stoop. Manetti/Prior, written in faded blue ink on yellowed masking tape, ink running in splotches, evidence of at least a year exposed to weather—rain, snow, cold; now heat and steamy humidity, even now near midnight—but those words he could make out. The second, his and his brother's last name. There was a stack of buttons each with tape next to it, each with a name or names next to hard, rusty buttons. Manetti is who he wrote to the second time, the time he asked if he could come out and stay with him, with them. The first time he wrote to his brother directly, but Manetti, Mike Manetti, answered for his brother. He wrote he didn't know where his brother was. He thought he might have gone back to his mother’s house in Long Beach. Back to California. Chris pushed the button. There were only quiet sounds of a summer Tuesday night in New York. Except for a cab slowly prowling down the street, the block was abandoned, desolate. A fire hydrant left open poured into the summer street. The cab's tires slushed through the puddle and drove off into the night. The facades of the streetscape was dreary, few building’s windows lit, most were boarded up. The one next to this building had a big 'Condemned' placard on the door. A movement in a trashcan at the bottom of the stoop. A rat emerged setting the lid ajar. A couple of needles lay on top of black garbage bags inside. No, he wrote to Manetti, his brother Ben hadn't come back to California. He, Chris, Ben's younger brother, lived in Long Beach with his mother—well, had lived with her, he wasn't exactly getting along with her at the moment—well, her boyfriend actually, which is why he was trying to get a hold of his brother. The letter he sent back to Manetti was rambling. He didn't have a place to live. His mother didn't actually ask him to leave, but every morning, usually at the bathroom, Carl, his mother's new boyfriend, posed, arm on door frame, menacingly in his heavily sweat-stained underwear, pee stain in the crotch. Chris would squeezed passed him. Every day it seemed Carl took up more and more of what was left of the space in the doorway, inched his underwear's yellow bulge closer and closer to him. The day he wrote to Manetti, he felt desperate. He had felt Carl's body heat as he passed under his arm, felt a wisp of his chest hair, a brush on his shoulder from Carl's black, musky pit. He felt Carl's wetness linger on his shoulder, his residual stink. Could he crash with them? He'd pay his way. He couldn't stay at home any longer. Please, he implored in his letter. Yes, Manetti wrote back. A single word. So Manetti. The door buzzed and Chris leaned into its weight as the bolt unlocked. After receiving Manetti’s reply, Chris, a month shy of graduating high school, stopped at his house to pick up some clothes. For the last couple weeks he was crashing in the back seat of his best friend's Impala. His mechanics job at the Chevron gas station where he worked after school and on Saturdays didn't pay enough for him to afford an apartment, but he had saved enough for a one way ticket to New York. California didn't seem to want him, and living in a car’s back seat wasn't living. Carl was a growing menace that was about to boil over into...he didn't know what. And didn't want to know. The type of menace in Carl’s eyes he was unfamiliar with. Abuse, yes. His own father was brutal to him and his brother sometimes. But there was something else he felt in his gut with Carl. Maybe lower than his gut. It stirred some excitement, but he wanted to get away from it before he knew exactly what its root was. Inside, the hallway was lit by a flickering fluorescent bulb. Two dogs barked in an apartment down the hall. There should have been two bulbs in the ceiling fixture, but one was flickering its way out. The halway was dim, full of shadows. A rickety staircase filled half the narrow corridor. He climbed five floors, each landing a bit dingier than the last, heavier in graffiti as he climbed. On the top floor landing it was nearly pitch black, but a door stood open a crack and a shadow draped in a flimsy robe hovered in the door frame. "You Chris?" a deep voice asked. Chris set his gym bag down at the landing and said yeah, catching his breath. He felt his heart beating. There was a momentary fight or flight response he was trying to suppress. He hadn't expected that he'd be fearful upon arriving at his brother's apartment, but his brother wasn't here. Just Manetti. Manetti moved a little forward, enough so the apartment's light spilled over his broad shoulders, put a halo in back of his long brown hair. Chris made out teeth, a bit of a smile. Manetti extended his hand and the two shook. “Manetti. Mike Manetti.” His grip was firm but the skin soft, a little clammy. "And your Ben's little brother Chris. C’mere!" Manetti pulled him forward, gave him a warm friendly bear hug. Chris could have stayed there in that embrace forever. There was a familiar smell to him. And strength. He hadn't expected it, but he suddenly felt relief; his worry and a continent-wide anxiety melted in that embrace. Manetti released him and looked him over. "Dog shit day out there, Chief. Thunderstorm didn’t even help. Looks like it got you bad. Get in here and take your wet sneaks off." Chris saw the robe was open and that Manetti was naked underneath. He caught a quick view of Manetti' dark hairy torso, thick uncut cock, donkey balls dangling between two muscular, wooly legs. He opened the door for Chris while at the same time knotted up his robe. Chris carried in his gym bag, his few pitiful things: gym clothes, another pair of worn jeans, two old t-shirts (The Romones, Adidas), underwear (dirty), socks (smelly). Manetti closed and bolted the door. Three separate locks snapped into place. "Sorry, I was thinking about going out. Didn't know if you'd get here tonight. It's pretty late." "No, yeah. Sorry." Chris was pretty quiet generally. Didn't like to talk. Always self-conscious of saying something dumb, a leftover from an over-critical father. He looked around at the filthy kitchen—sink full of dishes, ashtray full of butts, dark grimy windows—not much different from home, actually. It was kind of reassuring in a perverse kind of way. Manetti was giving him an intense examination in the kitchen light. He felt he needed to say something to distract from his self-consciousness. "Um, I waited a long time for the bus in Newark. And then I walked to the East Village from the bus station. Lot farther than I thought. I wasn't prepared for rain. Didn’t bring an umbrella. Didn’t really think I’d need one. Dunno why. Guess I'm an idiot." His voice trailed off. Usually he never even said that much. That was [robably more than he'd said in a week. He was nervous, a little frightened, and yet glanced up several times to get a better look at Manetti. “Sorry, I’m going on like a moron. I’m tired I guess. It’s been a long day.” "I can see that," Manetti said, ruffling Chris’ wet hair. “Take your things off and hang them on the window bars. Let ‘em dry out." Manetti picked up Chris' gym bag and tossed it next to the archway to the next room. The kitchen window had retractable bars. It was set at an angle to the building, faced a brick wall and shadowy darkness beyond. Chris looked up and gave Manetti a quick smile, then concentrated on kicking off his shoes. He peeled off his socks and shirt, hanging them through the diagonal bars. A light from across the airshaft flashed. The flash blinded him for a second, and maybe it was a residual image imprinted on his retina, but he thought he saw an outline of a figure lurking in the gloom across the airshaft. "Pants," said Manetti, snapping his fingers. It almost felt like an order, but Chris didn't seem to mind. He was, though, a little embarrassed especially because Manetti was so big compared to him. He looked like some of the dockworkers he'd seen in the port of Long Beach. Big and burly, a little intimidating. He felt the man's eyes running over his thin frame. He felt small, miniature even, in this tiny kitchen. His pant legs dripped on the linoleum but Manetti didn't seem to care. He sat down at the dinette table in his threadbare underwear, setting his back to the window, putting his folded hands in his lap. "Is the bag all you brought?" Manetti nodded to his gym bag. "Yeah, not much, right? I'm not used to packing. Never really gone anywhere. I didn't have no time. Just picked up what was on my floor." Chris noticed the robe had fallen open again revealing one of Manetti's dark, hairy thighs. He quickly looked around the kitchen. "Bathtub?" he said surprised that there was a bathtub in the kitchen. It sat right smack in the middle of the kitchen, dividing the room essentially in two. Didn’t know how he could have missed it when he first walked in. A metal top that doubled as a counter lay on top of it. "Yeah, it’s pretty common in these old walk-ups. Hey, you want some soup or something? I have some left over. Just need to heat it up." Chris nodded eagerly. He hadn't realized just how starving he was. He had a cheese sandwich on the plane but that was hours ago. Manetti was nice, he thought. His furtive glance took in his deep set brown eyes and thick black brows over a smooth forehead. Long brown hair and sideburns. It was weird his brother never spoke about his roommate. "How do you know Ben?" he asked. Manetti went to the fridge and took out a pot and started warming it up on the stove. "Met at a bath house last winter. Took pretty quickly to each other. He fucked me, then I flipped him. We did that all night. Didn’t hook up with anyone else. That night anyway. Then I moved in here with him a week later." Manetti gave him a once over to gauge his reaction as he stirred the soup. Then he added, "You don't really look like brothers." Chris was surprised by how frank Manetti was about being gay, especially that part about the bath house. We wished he could be that bold. "We're step brothers. My dad adopted him when he was sixteen, but that didn’t work out," Chris said. Chris stopped himself from saying more. He listened to the spoon stirring in the pot. It was pretty common for people to say, that they didn’t look alike. He had thin blond hair, almost white, parted on the side, was skinny and on the short side. He liked wearing his hair shoulder-length, whereas his brother had almost a lion’s mane of thick dirty blond hair he always wore in a ponytail. It was one of the first things he could recall, Ben's ponytail. Ben was tall, athletic, broad chested, ten years his senior. They both had their mother’s wide face and striking blue eyes, but that’s where the similarity ended. Ben ruled any room he was in. People flocked to him. He was magnetic. Chris was a loner, shy. Not the brightest bulb, said he dad endlessly. But he was resourceful, could figure stuff out. He was a pretty decent mechanic without ever having any real training besides a semester in shop class. It was the one 'A' he ever got. His mother tried to shield him from his father, but she had her own demons and wasn’t always there for him. So he retreated. To his room, or the back of his friend's Impala, and now to a red Formica kitchen table sitting in his wet underwear with his hands folded in his lap. He looked at the refrigerator across from him. A magnet held up by a photo of Manetti and Ben, arms around each other’s shoulders, standing in knee-length bathing suits on a balcony that looked out at the sea. Chris wondered where they were? Manetti looked a few years younger, had shorter hair and wore a huge goofy smile. He looked a little stoned. Ben's deep tan set off his blue eyes; they almost glowed. He looked happier than he ever did growing up. It must have been breezy because his long ponytail flew like a kite behind him. Chris stared at it while his soup heated up. He idolized his brother. Worshiped him really. Many times after his father had given him a bad spanking, he’d sneak into Ben’s room, into his bed, and silently fall asleep on his chest refusing to shed a tear. He did cry, though, wept inconsolably really, when Ben said he couldn’t stand their house anymore and shouted he was moving to New York. Manetti tested the soup with a loud slurp. His mother demanded to know why New York. He'd met someone in a bar, Ben said, who'd offered him a job. What kind of job do you get offered in a bar? shouted his step father, but Ben was storming out the door raising a middle finger. “When’s the last time you saw him?" Manetti asked. "He’s changed some, you know,” he said. "He's not that Long Beach surfer you used to know." In the photo Chris saw Ben had added a bunch of tattoos. A big dragon crawled over his right shoulder, it's tail re-emerging over his ribs. He saw his brother wasn't that slim teenage surfer he once was either. He was a lot more bulked up, even handsomer if that was possible. "Ben moved out right when he turned eighteen. Hated my dad. Can't blame him. My dad was pretty much of a dickhead. He was okay to me except for my whoopings. He tackled him one time, tried beating the shit out of him, and Ben wailed on his so hard my mom called the police." Chris caught himself as Manetti eyed him. He didn't like to talk about his family’s problems—not to the school counselor, and never to strangers. He rarely did talk about them, didn't even really like to think about them especially. Manetti filled a soup bowl, grabbed a spoon from a drawer, and set it in front of him. "Yeah, I've seen him loose it. He's pretty awesome. You want a towel? You're still dripping," he said. Chris nodded and dug into the soup. Manetti popped out and then returned with a large terrycloth towel. The soup was full of large chunks of vegetables and warmed his stomach. He took the towel and mopped his head, then draped it over his shoulders. For the first time in as long as he could remember—weeks? months?—he was beginning to relax. He wasn't used to someone being nice to him. Especially someone he didn't know that well. After his dad left, his mom had turned into a basket case. And now, any day with Carl in the house was like walking through a minefield; made his dad seem like Gandhi. He must have been scowling into his soup because when he looked up, Manette said, "You Prior boys are so serious, aren't you?" Manetti flashed him a warm smile, which he shyly returned, then went back to shoveling spoonfuls of soup. "In your letter you said you haven't seen my brother in two weeks,” Chris said between bites, keeping his eyes in the soup bowl. “Ain't like him to just disappear. He’d split for a time but would always come back. Know where he’s at?" Manetti sat across from him, reached in the ashtray and took out a half-burnt joint. He lit it and took a long drag and looked up at the ceiling. He exhaled, thought for a moment before offering it to Chris. Chris put down his soup, pinched the joint, and took a short toke. He exhaled, said thanks, handed it back and went back to his soup. "Well,” said Manetti thoughtfully. “Chris Prior..." He paused, taking a long hit, taking an even longer time to reflect before exhaling. "...Ben Prior, or Big Ben, as he's called, disappears from time to time. So do I. I didn’t want to get into it in the letter, but truth is, sometimes, a client will want us for an extended period of time." Manetti took another hit. As he exhaled, he leaned in toward Chris. "Sometimes drugs are involved, so you know, we’re sometimes really out of it. Sometimes someone buys one of us for a time. Comes with the territory. We come back to each other. Eventually. But we’ve learned our partnership needs to be very open." Chris' spoon stopped in mid-air at some point while Manetti was talking. He looked him over. Long dark wavy hair, highlights of red in the harsh kitchen light, long side burns who's points hit his high cheek bones, a wide mouth with lips like seagulls wings, brown eyes that suddenly glinted with mischief. His robe had fallen open again revealing swirling black hair over pale white skin across an expansive chest. Chris' brain twitched. Something was off. He knew stoned, and he wasn't getting stoned. Manetti scratched his chest but his fingers lingered in his mat of chest hair. Chris saw him open his robe a bit more to brush his left nipple on his massive pec; he diddled with a thin metal bar that pierced his large tit. Chris placed the spoon in the bowl, took up the proffered joint, took a hit as casually as he could. With a clenched throat, hoping it sounded like he was being offhand, he asked, "So you're his boyfriend. You’re both hustlers?" He was confused, but not by the news that his brother turned tricks, but that Manetti’s nipple, so unusually large, looked so very appealing. He'd never seen a pierced nipple up close in real life. So much was flooding his senses at once it was hard for him to keep up with his thoughts. "Boy, this is strong shit," he said, handing back the joint. "Laced?" "Just a bit." Manetti's grin widened displaying a beautiful row of perfectly white teeth. Why hadn't Chris noticed just how good looking Manetti was before? He had looked at him through a filter as one of his brother’s friends. But whatever the joint was laced with was magnifying Manetti's magnetism. If Manetti was a hustler he must be a very good one, thought Chris. Manetti’ smile, as it grew, highlighted his strong jaw, became the smile of a shark. Chris was easily bait. "This soup is really good," he said, trying to snap out of his gaze. He finished up the last of it. "Uh, can I use your bathroom?" "Other side of the bedroom. Ready for some more soup?" Chris stood up, placing a hand on the back of the chair. For some reason he didn’t feel hungry anymore. “Nah, I’m good.” He glanced out the airshaft and again a slight paranoia gripped him as he looked into the inky darkness. In the apartment across from them something was moving. He was wobbly, but more than stoned, he was suddenly horny. He also saw he was starting to get a woody, one that was pretty evident wearing only thin underwear. Manetti noticed it too. Chris excused himself before it became even more obvious. Suddenly, he was confused by the apartment layout. Off the kitchen was the only other room, a bedroom. Off it, a small closet, and a smaller closet with a toilet and a dinky sink. In the bedroom a sling hung over a futon on the floor. He knew what it was even though it was the first sling he'd ever encountered. He'd seen them in Ben's magazines, the ones he left behind between his mattress. Rawhide, Stroke, Bound and Gagged, and Chris' favorite, Magnum. He saw the leg straps, the leather pillow, the wrist restraints, the mirror perched over the top. He felt himself woozy, and grabbed a leg strap to steady himself. Not the best choice, for it immediately flew away from him and with his other hand he had to grab the metal support. The whole sling set into motion a round of clanging as chains banged against metal posts. "You okay in there?" Manetti's voice called out from the kitchen. He peered around the kitchen door to see if the kid was still standing. "Yeah, I'm good," Chris answered stumbling to the bathroom. "I bet you are," Manetti responded with a laugh. "Ben said you were a choir boy. That really true?" "Really true." He shut the bathroom door, relieved that he had found a room, compact as it was, where he could compose himself. As soon as he shut the door, he struggled to get his act together. He mulled over the fact that there were only two rooms in the entire apartment—kitchen, bedroom. Where was he going to sleep? And, fuck, he couldn’t deny how horny he was for Manetti. He saw how the evening was leading in one direction, and he saw he couldn’t and didn’t want it to go any other way. Manetti would be gentle, he reassured himself. That first embrace in the hallway surely proved he would understand that, being his first time, his brother’s lover would be gentle, would let him take things at his own pace. But he was his brother's lover. But he was also a hustler. His brain was frazzled. Sitting down with his underwear around his ankles he looked up at the back of the bathroom door. Taped to it was a foldout from Magnum magazine. It was Ben and Manetti sixty-nining each other with their forearms up each other's ass. Cocks dripping, Crisco smearing, Ben and Manetti were frozen in a frenzy of fists. Chris popped a rock hard boner and dropped the biggest shit of his entire life. *** Manetti unhooked the leg straps from the end of the sling, folded it in half, then re-attached the straps to the arm hooks. That left the futon on the floor unencumbered from above. He popped in one of Drax's bareback twink videos in the VCR, grabbed the remote and laid back on the futon propping his head with an oversize pillow against the radiator. It was late but the Tina laced joint had him in a semi-energized mood. He was sure Chris must have felt similarly. The toilet flushed and Chris emerged. The boy, still clad only in his white underwear, shirtless, flawless, a thin little scarecrow, stood at the bathroom door. Blond hair, dry now but flying every which way. A perfect skinny beach boy, ten years Ben's baby brother. Their resemblance was minimal. Whereas he and Ben worked out regularly, having pecs, necks, and 'ceps to prove it, Chris, looking around the small studio confused, seemed frail. He was more than a little intimidated by all the pornography he was discovering on the walls, porn stars Manetti and Ben had either known or worked with over the years. Mostly signed. "To Manetti / Good times, bad times, baddest times! Rich" or "Big Ben / Your name does not lie, Eric." "Come. Sit," encouraged Manetti patting the space next to him. "How you feel? Like the joint?" "Yeah, man," said Chris, trying to sound cool. "That's powerful dope. It's dusted?" "Nah, a little Tina. You like?" Chris gave a single nod with a flicker in his eye that Manetti zeroed in on. He casually took a sip of water he’d brought from the kitchen. "Want to try it pure?" Chris sat next to him cross legged. "I guess so," he said. Manetti could smell him. A little grungy, a slight smell of urine probably from the wet, dirty underwear. Ben had told Manetti he thought his little brother was on-again and off-again homeless, at least not staying at his house much cuz of the mom's new boyfriend. Manetti grabbed a pipe from the window ledge, set his glass aside, and stuffed the pipe with a little white powder from a baggy. He handed the pipe to Chris. "Have you blown clouds before?" Manetti knew the answer before he asked it. Chris shook his head. Up close Chris was even more striking than across the table. It was his eyes, soulful lost puppy eyes. When you first looked at him he looked just like any skinny white kid, but sitting crossed legged next to him, you could really see how lost he was. His six pack abs wasn’t from working out but from not eating enough, his ribcage pronounced as he breathed. Hairless chest, tiny nipples, little or maybe no armpit hair. The kid didn't even look like he shaved yet. Whereas he was all hair. From his heavy five o'clock shadow that was dark even right after a morning shave, strong jaw with a cleft chin, his father’s rugged aquiline nose, shaggy, unkempt cluster of chestnut hair, and trade-famous pointed sideburns. "Just inhale it like you would hash and hold it." Chris did as he was told. The kid was nothing if not a fast learner. And obedient. The idea of introducing him to Drax crossed his mind. He brushed the thought away. The kid was much too cherry. Drax would eat him alive. Still, what was he going to do with him after tonight? He was definitely going to get in the way of his trade. As Chris was about to blow the smoke out, Manetti took the boy’s mouth and covered it with his own. He breathed in the smoke from Chris' lungs, held it for a beat before exhaling. "No need to waste it. You take it from me this time." Manetti lit the bottom of the pipe, waited for the white cloud to form, then sucked it in. Out of the corner of his eye he could tell Chris was grappling with how Manetti had grabbed his chin and brought their lips together. Chris watched him, biting his lip with anticipation, moving closer to Manetti’s mouth. It was almost like kissing, something he'd never done with man. Manetti motioned with his finger and Chris moved in. Manetti exhaled into him, breathed a new kind of life into him. As he held it, Manetti leaned back against the pillow. "So, what's your plan, Chief?" Chris followed suit and leaned back into the large pillow he shared with Manetti. After he'd exhaled, Manetti took a long sip of water. He offered the glass to Chris. "Don't really have one. Thanks." Chris took a sip and handed the glass back to Manetti. "Not a really good plan, Chief—not to have a plan. Ben thought you were queer. He right?" Manetti was fixed on the TV, watching a blond dude about Chris' age but not as skinny getting sucked by a balding, stocky daddy type. "I used to beat off to Ben's porn. So I guess, yeah. Twice, when I stayed over at my best friend Jeff's place, before his parents didn’t want me coming around anymore, we jacked off to some straight shit.” Chris looked around again at all the porn posters and photos hanging on the walls. “I think I recognize that guy in that poster there from one of them," he said pointing to a huge 'roided porn star with an extra-long dick, one with perfect hyper-masculine features perched on the hood a Rolls Royce. It was signed "To Manetti, thanks for the ride, TJ. "Mr. No Balls? Hah! Tyler says he's straight, only does gay for pay. Don't believe him. You can shit in his mouth and he'd pay you for it." Chris barked out a surprised laugh. “No, seriously he loves twinks. I bet if I call him right now, he’d come over and ask you shit in his mouth.” Manetti made a motion like he was going to get up and call, but Chris, laughing, held him back. Chris’ hand on Manetti’ shoulder, feeling it's mass, registered quickly on both of them. Chris quickly put his hands back in his lap. Manetti added a little more white power to the pipe. "’Nother hit, Chief?" Chris nodded. His heart was already pounding and he felt flush all over. He was also pulling on his pud unconsciously, getting a little wet spot on the tip, staining his already stained underwear. Manetti took note, seeing the kid was totally unaware of what he was doing. He calmly fired up the pipe and slowly leaned into Chris. He blew into his lungs lightly adding just the tip of his tongue, and deliberately scraping the boy’s face lightly with his cheek. Chris's eyes widened. He'd never felt a beard against his face like that. "So that's it. A couple wanks with Jeff, you on one end of the couch, your best bud on the other, eyes glued straight to the TV. Aware of him but never dared to looking. Am I right or am I right?" "Yeah, something like that.” Chris’ mind spun. His next words flew out of him as if he was compelled to confess to Manetti. “Except one time this real nerd, Kyle—I never told nobody this—he helped me with some math homework. His parents both worked so we were alone at his house. Everyone knew he was a fairy. Ran like a girl. We were in his bedroom. He put his hand on my pants, which usually kind of hangs cuz I don’t hitch ‘em up, and he pulled them right off me and gives me a blow job. Like, I didn’t even stop him even though he was sucking my dick. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” But it felt good being open with Manetti. He felt a mild release and a kind of excitement in the act. "Did you give Kyle a blow job back?" Chris scoffed at the thought. Then after a beat, added, “Actually, I thought about it. Sometimes late at night, jacking off under the covers, I remembered how much I liked it. How soft his mouth was. How it felt to cum into it, into this big wet thing. Like how I didn't have to hold back at all. Like how maybe I’d like to give Jeff a blow job. Give him the same feeling. Like he wouldn’t have to hold back and just come in my mouth and I’d swallow it. Okay, shut up. Stop talking now,” he said, talking to himself in a voice that could have been his father's. Manetti laughed, but made a quick U-turn and became serious. "Well, what wasn't nice, Chief, is that you should always reciprocate. Know what I mean? I mean if I gave you a blow job, I'd expect you'd give me one back. That’s only fair, right? And if I rimmed your ass, I expect you'd return the favor." "What’s rimming?" asked Chris. Manetti looked at him sideways, saw he was honestly confused. This kid was too innocent to be believed! “You must have seen it in one of Ben’s magazines.” Chris shook his head. Manetti found the remote control and sped the video up. "There. See what that kid’s doing?" Manetti pointed at the screen where the blond kid was under the older daddy’s hairy ass. "He’s eat out man's pussy." "The fuck out!" said Chris but didn't take his eyes from the screen. Manetti saw the kid's boner tenting up in his shorts. "That's fucking nasty, man. Gross! Why would someone do that?" Yet the boy’s eyes couldn’t be pried from the screen with a crowbar. He was pulling again at his underwear. "It's like getting a blow job but a hundred times better.” He motioned to Chris’ hardon. "Looks as if you like the nasty." Chris stopped pulling at his dick alarmed. “Wait. I’ll fast forward. You're gonna love this." The VHS tape sped up, then skidded to a stop. The boy was now under a rim seat with the daddy sitting on top. A close-up showed the boy lifting his head, licking the daddy’s balls then sticking his tongue deep into the daddy’s hairy ass. "I bet you’d be good under there." Chris felt his whole skin glisten in a light sweat. His nerves felt electric. Manetti flicked off the room lamp. The room basked in the dark glow of the TV. Chris felt an imaginary blanket was enveloping him and Manetti, separating them from the world. With the light off, he had an urgent need to take off his underwear and bare himself to Manetti. Manetti sensed it and reached out and slipped off Chris' underwear. The kid had a nice seven inch rod, rigid and beaded with pre-cum. Very little pubic hair. Looked like he clipped it, too. His legs were hairless, thin and smooth. Such smooth pale skin got him excited and he casually opened his robe revealing his long, uncut cock angling above his firm, hairy belly. Chris looked at him achingly. He took the boy's hand and placed it on his manmeat. Chris caressed it lightly at first, the first time he'd ever touched a man’s penis. Manetti felt him quickly go from a light touch to a firm grip. He pumped a little in the boy's hand. The hand barely wrapped around his shaft. But what he did hold was like being in the grip of a cobra. His other hand aimed for Manetti’s chest. His finger ran through his chest hair making a bee-line for his pierced nipple. When he make contact Manetti could wait no longer. He pounced, gripping Chris’ legs and spinning him around, pulling his legs into the air to expose his butthole. He dove down to engulf his sphincter and the kid let out a moan of pure pleasure, his neck arched looking up to his face. "Oh, fuck, dude," Chris cried. "Oh, shit that feels good. Jesus. Christ! Oh shit." It coaxed Manetti to pull the boy's pursed asslips apart even more and deep dived his tongue into this virgin hole. “Push out,” ordered Manetti. "More!" The boy hadn't wiped well and there was an acrid taste of shit around the kid's stained hole. It horned Manetti even more, driving his tongue deeper into this nasty, puckering pit. “Push fucker!” Every nerve ending in Chris' bunghole bristled in pleasure as he pushed out his hole. Manetti's long tongue dug into the hole, which fought instinctively against entry. Manetti’s mouth was relentless, chewing, licking, sucking on the boy's ass lips. Chris tried fighting against the tongue from entering, but bit by bit he felt the pleasures of giving up his hole, physically and mentally, to push out and let this man he’d met only a few hours before enter him in his most vulnerable spot. Manetti beard scratched his tender skin, but it felt incredible, loosened him more and more. He heard the man spit, his hole dripping wet, and felt a finger entering him. This was the first time he'd ever been penetrated, and though it was uncomfortable and hurt, at the same time it excited him. He felt conflicted, fooling around with his brother's boyfriend, afraid of where this might lead. But he knew where he wanted it to lead. Manetti held his legs firmly, looked down into his open face. Chris was afraid and yet attracted at the same time. Manetti was all hair, chest, shoulders, a black jungle around his cock, even a bit of hair on his back that he felt with his legs. Manetti held his legs over his shoulders to dig into that smooth, tasty boyhole. From that vulnerable position, Manetti sucked in a testicle, then the other, which made the kid cry out in pleasure and surprise. He then returned to that beautiful virginal, pliable, slowly opening tunnel. The sensation of having his hole eaten was driving him wild. Hoarsely, he spat out, "Mike, I want to return the favor." Manetti looked down into the boy's face, became curious, wondering if the kid would do it or would cop out at the last minute. He released him and the kid scurried through Manetti’s legs, putting himself beneath the man's furry butt like he'd seen the twink do on TV. Manetti squatted over his face as he felt the boy’s lips surrounding his crack. The kid pulled on Manetti's legs to get him to squat lower. "Oh, fuck yeah. You're as big of a pig as your brother. Eat my shithole, boy. Dig in, get lost in it.” Manetti ground his ass over the boy’s face. “Rank, right? Be a little toilet pig. You felt what I did, how deep I got. Return that favor. Be a sewer. Be a cell pool. Just give in to it. Get lost in there." And Chris did. His cock remained an iron pole, Manetti noted, while his tongue didn’t stop for a moment cleaning his dirty shithole. Chris had never felt as uninhibited as this. Manetti’s whole butt was one massive trench of black hair. The crack seemed to go on forever. He licked and licked, searching to find the center. Manetti’s musky odor drove his brain into delirium. He was a boy on a mission and would not give up until he made Manetti’s hole feel as good as Manetti had made his. Minutes went by till he arrived, finding the smooth oasis of flesh through the dark brush. It pulsed with heat on his tongue, and gave off the pure scent of a man. He couldn't believe how wonderfully soft the skin felt across his tongue nor the nasty taste that reeked from his hole. Instead of being repulsed by the stench, he was in a frenzy to please Manetti but he also found he really liked it. He did what Manetti had done and lapped and circled the hole, until he found he could dart his tongue inside, which produced an animal snarl from Manetti. "Rrrrrr, fuck yes, piglet. Get in there you little fuck pig." Then something happened Chris didn't quite understand, but knew in his gut he liked right away. The hole he was chewing on opened up slightly and a vast area of Manetti's rectum pushed out with it. His mouth was confronted with his first rosebud, although at the time he didn't know what it was. Right after this mound of gelatinous flesh revealed itself to him, like some startled sea creature, it pulled back into its hole. Manetti went wild. Chris felt his legs being pulled in the air again, separated, a tongue slithered into his entrance. An infinite amount of pleasure, giving and receiving, before there was a brief pause, then a heavy hand cracked against his butt. "Say, Thank you, Sir." "Thank you, Sir," repeated Chris, his ass stinging, feeling a sense of shame and pleasure and pride all at the same time. "You taste so fucking good, I want to eat you up, pig boy," growled Manetti. "Let's get you in the sling. I have to bang this pretty pussy." They sprang up and he quickly showed Chris how to connect the legs chains back to the hooks. Chris rubbed his butt and felt the heat from the slap Manetti had given him. "Climb in, boy, and I'll give you the ride of your life." As Chris was figuring out how to get in, Manetti said, "You liked blowing clouds?" Chris nodded. "Then you're going to love this." He quickly poured some powder in a shot glass, mixed a little water in it and sucked it up in a plunger. "Okay, settle in. Put your legs through here.” Manetti paused, then ran a hand up and down Chris' torso, ending by fondling his cock and balls. “You happy you met me?” Chris nodded. "And you've never been fucked before?" Chris shook his head fiercely, anticipating what was to come. “Comfy?" Chris nodded again eagerly, starting to slowly hump Manetti's paw. "Not so fast, boy. I want you to learn to feel it not just in your dick but also inside your hole.” Manetti pulled Chris' dick away from his body to the boy cried, then let it slap against his belly. “You gonna do whatever Sir says, yes slave?" Manetti squeezed a little lube on Chris' hole. He wet a finger in his mouth and pushed it up Chris' ass a good inch or two. It was uncomfortable for a second while Manetti twisted his finger lubing all side of Chris’ tight cave, but Manetti kept wiggling it around and Chris not only got used to the sensation, but found himself writhing a bit on Manetti finger, trying to get him to penetrate him further. "Okay, this'll be a little cold and might sting, but just for a minute." Manetti replaced his finger with the plunger, stuck it up Chris's canal as far as it would go, and then shot the liquid into the boy's empty hole. Shit yes, it was cold and stung like a bitch. Chris bore down as Manetti finished injecting his ass with the cold liquid, then pulled the plunger out of him. At first he felt nothing but coldness warming up inside him. He felt a bit let down anticipating something intense. Manetti looked him over, stroked his erect dick and tweak his small nipples. “Feel anything?” Chris shook his head. Manetti went over to the VHS recorder and switched tapes. While it was revving up, Manetti put on a leather cap and vest over his otherwise naked body. Chris was truly impressed, if not a little intimidated, by the severe transformation a few bits of costume made to Manetti. It also altered Manetti's attitude. Manetti looked straight out of one of his brother’s leather magazines. It brought out a sense of privilege and arrogance even. Manetti went to the bookshelf and opened a box and pulled out an orange capped rig. He strapped his arm with a tourniquet, feeling for a vein against the dim TV light. He slammed himself and started breathing heavily. His mouth shaped into an round 'O' and his eyes widened in sudden astonishment. Something was happening in Chriss too, something like a serpant eminating from his hole. He felt a strong surge of desire. "You look so fucking great, Sir. Like a god." Chris could not see Manetti’s eyes, only dark pockets where his eyes should be. Chris couldn’t help himself and started pleasuring the feeling his ass. Words flew out of him. "Or like the devil," he whispered like at confession. Something heating up inside his hole made him feel intensely desirous of Manetti. Wanting him like he never wanted anything before. Manetti cough. "FUCK!" Manetti shouted widening his eyes. "Christ fuck!" He could barely stand, and leaned heavily on the bookcase. "Hot damn, boy. How you feeling?” He was breathless, trying to put the orange cap back on the rig. “You feel it yet?" Manetti looked to him out of focus, but a feeling of euphoria was sweeping through Chris' body, making himself pull on his cock at the same time he fingered his butthole. He felt electric, energized, wanted Manetti to touch him all over, maybe even smack him again. "I feel great, Sir,” he said. As Manetti staggered from the bookcase and came closer, he sat up in the sling and ran his hands across Manetti’s hairy chest. "I wanted to do that the second I came in the door, Sir. Fuck, you are so hot. My ass is yours. Whatever you want to do to it. Beat me if you want to." "Beat my ass—SIR!" returned Manetti, now holding on to the chains while he was rushing, where Chris' butt lay exposed, so desirous of being fucked for the very first time. "Yes, SIR, beat my ass again—SIR." And Manetti did, harder than the first time. "Thank you, SIR," replied Chris, falling back against the leather pillow, pushing his ass out of the sling. A light turned on in the room across the airshaft. Chris didn't notice, but Manetti did. "You're welcome, boy. Let's get you settled in." With that Manetti quickly locked his leg restraints, still breathing heavily, punctuating fucks under his breath as he worked. Before Chris knew it, Manetti had restrained his arms above his head. He gladly went along with whatever Manetti wanted to do. As long as it didn't involve needles. That was the only thing that freaked him a little but he tried not to think about it. If it wasn't for the feeling of horniness overcoming every molecule in his body he might have been spooked by the restraints. But now he was accepting everything that this hairy demon breathing over him was doing. It was easy to inhale Manetti’s pheromones, which blotted out the picture of him hunched over, shooting up. Or maybe he secretly liked that. He didn’t know what he thought anymore. He arched his head toward Manetti’s cock. It was veiny, half sheathed in foreskin. Leaking pre-cum. He licked it. A taste of salt and cheese. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious and desirable to him. He still had a trace of Manetti’s dirty ass on his lips and it mixed with salt and cheese from his foreskin. Manetti turned on a light over the sling and flipped on a video camera propped next to the bookcase. Manetti slowly turned the boy’s peach fuzz face to the side, checked that the view finder was in close, recording each translucent strand of blond hair on the boy's upper lip, and slid his veiny cock into the boy's mouth. He swallowed have his fat nob. Manetti was impressed at how much Chris could take. He pushed him further, getting half his shaft into the boy's mouth, feeling where the boy’s throat constricted, made him choked on his shaft, then skullfucked him at that length for a while as his cock grew from semi-flaccid to fully engorged. Manetti withdrew his cock from his mouth, and a web of pre-cum hung like a spider web between them. He let his uncut cock trace over Chris’ pursed mouth. "Ah Chris," he said looking into his eyes. "I'm going to fucking love knocking you up." Chris felt the words echo in his head, puzzled at first by their meaning. On the TV screen a body was being pummeled by a Master with a whip, with a boy writhing in pain and ecstatically twisting under the lash. He looked back at Manetti. Beyond the harsh light shining on him, in the dim light of the room, he saw covered by the beautiful black fur surrounding Manetti's navel, the three prongs of a biohazard tattoo. Manetti placed a red ball in his mouth and tied it behind his head. Chris realized too late what the ball was for, and started fighting against his bindings. Manetti pushed in between his legs. The kid tried to close his legs but the sling and Manetti easily pried him open. He was exposed and vulnerable. Manetti greased his cock and lubed the boy's tight hole. With his first thrust his aim was true. He slid the entire length of the kid's clutching rectum, straight up to his thick black patch of pubic hairs. The girth of his shaft ripped the boy's hole apart. Manetti's hairy balls smacked into the boy's tailbone. He didn't stop till he was right up the boy's chute, fully inside. The boy cried in anguish behind the red ball, tears in his eyes, panic running across his face. Fiercely he was beathing, spitting saliva through the ball in heaving gulps of air. Spit ran down his chin and cheek. He fought as much as he could against the thickness of Manetti’s enormous shaft, against his cuffed arms and legs, but the struggle only engorged Manetti’s immense tool more. "Fight against it, bitch. I love it." Manetti picked up his pace. The pain was unbearable but he was helpless to stop it, and with every stroke he felt his resistance falling away. The longer it went on, and against his will, he started deriving a small bit of pleasure from the pain. Chris slowly began to unclench against Manetti’s girth. For a while, at the pinnacle of each thrust, Manetti would hold his crotch against Chris' hole, letting the boy experience the magnitude of the amount of raw flesh that filled his hole. Chris felt all the hairs of Manetti's pubis surround his hole. Manetti gyrated inside him. He felt the stiff cock push his insides around, moving everything inside, his bladder, his prostate, a gateway to an inner chamber. The sensations started owning him. Making him feel things he didn't know he could feel, sensations that were newly possible. Manetti felt Chris’ hole beginning to open. He looked into the bound boy’s blue eyes and saw a dawning pleasure deep within him. He wasn’t sure the boy even knew he was beginning to draw pleasure from his pain, but he would know and eventually desire it in ever increasing amounts. He new his journey and he would have the boy follow in his tracks. Tears were being overcome with lust as the chemicals were taking over Chris' body. The boy stopped struggling and for a moment became placid. He grew annoyed with the passivity so with both hands, as hard as he could, he smacked with all his force Chris' ass. It made Chris yelp and clench his sphincter which pleased Manetti. He looked down on the boy and was surprised to see a spark of gratitude in Chris' eyes. Just a spark. He needed to work him harder. They fell into a rhythm. For minutes that turned to hours Chris got used to the battering his hole was taking. When he went slack, Manetti slapped him to tighten him up, or twisted his small nipples until he tried to cry out in pain behind the gag. At the beginning, Chris fought the massive rod slamming into him and the occasional whipping his ass endured. But after non-stop fucking, accepting the alternating pleasure and pain, he came to desire the torpedo that was tearing him inside. The familiar walloping he received growing up, he secretly desired from Manetti. In the mirror he watched and felt his butt turn from pink, to red, to purple. At some point he got lost in it, started thrusting himself to get impaled deeper, to be slapped hard, to be punished for sins he couldn’t name. Manetti felt Chris' entire canal loosening. The ass smacking was now built into their fucking. Chris, in fact, in a haze, began thanking him behind the red ball. Whether or not Manetti heard him was questionable, for Manetti's eyes rolled back in his head and he mindlessly fucked and abused what at times became an anonymous body splayed beneath him. Manetti occasionally snapped out of his daze and saw how much he was controlling this innocent young kid, this younger version of his partner, his boyfriend, his lover—imagined he was fucking an innocent version of Ben, one from long ago—then he would lose himself again to the sheer, dark pleasure he derived from his raw cock having its way in a stranger's body. He felt himself edging closer to a climax as his mind vacillated between thoughts of Ben and this new fresh piece of nameless meat. As he felt he was close to cumming, he broke through to awareness of Chris beneath him. He saw Chris' sweat dick never lost its erection no matter what he did to him. He started playing with the boy's meat, milking him, lightly slapping his face so that he came out of his drugged revelry. "I'm about to cum, Chris,” he said as the boy focused on his mouth and words, “but I’m not going to cum in you unless you cum first, got that? That shows you want me to give you my poz cum. Shows me you want to be my fuckhole no matter what. Lets me own you." Through blurred eyes Chris lobbed his head no, but almost immediately started squirming his cock in Manetti clenched fist. "I can't tell if you're trying to get away from me, fuckhole, or you're jacking yourself in my hand. I think you're jacking, you little cum pig." He broke into a dark smile. "Feel how hard you are?" Chris kept bucking, thrashing, squirming away in a sea of ecstasy and lust, both wanting this man to cum and fearing it with all his fiber, but he couldn't hold back, jacking into his fist and slamming back onto his cock, a see-saw that wouldn't end until he pushed himself over the edge. He let loose the longest stream of cum he'd ever shot. Ribbons of sperm spewed over the room. The boy’s hole clenched and spasmed as he shot, immediately triggered Manetti who gushed in rivers of ropey sperm up the boy's open chute. They both quaked in orgasms, each building on the other’s spuming bodies, until they were thrashing uncontrollably against each other, grinding bone against bone, skin against raw skin, till there was a thrust of Manetti that hung in the air, then one more, then a final lunge plunging Manetti deep inside Chris. He held it there, on the edge, feeling himself unload an afterbirth of cum. Manetti stood dripping heavy sweat onto Chris' glistening chest. He rubbed Chris' cum all over his chest and face. He sucked the boy's small nipples, licked up and down the boy's arms, licked his pits, still hard and draining inside him. “You still with me?” he whispered, as he loosened the ball in Chris’ mouth. “That was fucking fantastic.” The boy’s eyes, drugged as they were, did not lie. Manetti kissed him deep, then lay on top of him feeling his heart beating against his. He rested there for a moment feeling the slickness between them, the kid’s sperm matting his chest and abs and pubes. He licked up a river of the boy’s cum welled in his sternum, and was surprised to see Chris open his mouth for him. The boy had the makings of a true pig, he thought, as he released the drool into the greedy boy's maw. He watched the lust still simmering within the boy as he swallowed. Maybe he was Drax material after all. ***

Just curious about our community here. What key words do you usually search up for when you are watching gay porn (on GayTube, Google, PornHub, Xnxx, etc.)? Mine has been, “bareback gay porn,” “gay glory hole,” “gay public toilet,” “gay cheating,” “gay muscles.” I ask some of my gay friends and most of them are embarrass to tell me lol. I guess it reveals a lot about their personality, preferences, and type.

(To the tune of the Volga Boatmen) Happy birthday! Oh happy birthday! Misery, sickness and despair, People dying everywhere, but Happy birthday! oh Happy birthday! You loved sex and had a boodle, now your dick’s a useless noodle but Happy birthday ohHappy Birthday! (twenty more verses to follow)

I would agree that I've felt the cum when it's a big load. For me as a bottom, yes, the load is very important. But I also get super turned-on by the way the top moves, breathes, moans, groans and talks dirty while I know he's shooting his load inside me. I mostly feel his cock being more lubricated by his cum.

Put your balls in my ass.

I think that's Will West

Interesting post, BaphometNocturne. One act that I find useful (maybe some others would too, maybe not) when thinking through some issue, is asking myself this question: If (X) is so, then why is it so? This can be applied to almost any situation, and - with some thought - can guide us to answering our self-imposed question. Thus, if in a relationship, issues go unresolved, why is that the case? Considered privately, within your own mind, there may be answers to questions that haven't been asked - yet. Well, well .... what's this ?? A potential answer ??? What's so bad about the thrill of sucking off as many Cocks as you want? By your own words, it's "second" nature (if not the first). No one will hate you for sucking off as many Cocks as your lust drives you to suck off. No one will hate you for taking as many loads as you can, as often as you can. That part of you is instinctual, and no better - no worse - than the instinct to eat. It's simply a part of who you are, right? The angst can arise when a number of scenarios develop (usually out of cultural prejudices, or our old enemy, O.R.) Probably the vast majority of gay men have experienced some degree of this attempt to control us. Obviously though - since we're here on BZ - that attempt has been overcome by our innate nature. So, if you've always loved outside sex (i.e. cheating), could it be that you've put yourself in that position, either knowingly or un? If you've made innocuous-yet-untruthful statements, or mislead others about your true nature, then that is regrettable, but you can correct it. Often, (or maybe generally), a bf relationship implies monogamy*, and were I he, I would forgive you, since you may have not known or realized (or considered) that you don't have to try to "hide" your natural, sex-driven self. But, were I he, I would also ask you to be completely honest with me. There's nothing wrong with that. If it queers the relationship, then move on, secure in feeling good about yourself, your forthrightness with your bf, and learn from the misstep. If, on the other hand, you bf and you initiated the relationship on an "open" basis, then why the morose tenor of your post? "Fate" didn't give you a supercharged sex-drive. It's inborn, it's just there. You'll get no "hate" from me, and I would enjoy knowing that you understand that there's nothing wrong with you. *which notion I have been arguing against for a long time. "Communication" about anything between the guys in a relationship is the key, and on any/every subject - particularly whether monogamy or open will be observed. Honesty counts, first with yourself, and then with others, Now give yourself a hug, and go suck some hot Cocks off !!

Your memories are beautiful, and beautifully expressed. From one top to another, thank you for inspiring me!

I wouldn't go so far as to say that the bottom is chasing, but I think you and I would agree — and it's also a matter of reality — that a bottom who allows a top to enter him bare faces the risk that, despite the strictest of agreements and the best of intentions, some semen will end up inside him. All barebackers need to understand and accept the risks inherent in what we are doing. I hope that those who aren't chasing will also take sensible steps to protect their sexual health. Asking a top to pull out is not an effective way to prevent STI transmission, nor a completely effective way to prevent HIV transmission, whereas other interventions, such as the Hep A, Hep B and HPV vaccines, and HIV PrEP, have been demonstrated, through research, to be very effective. Frequent STI testing and appropriate treatment is, of course, also borne out by research as an effective strategy. In heterosexual couples, we have research about the effectiveness of withdrawal as a pregnancy prevention method. Similar research about withdrawal as an HIV prevention method is not available (and would not have been ethical to conduct). The closest thing was the research done to confirm that U=U, which involved mixed-status couples in which the HIV-positive person had an undetectable viral load, and which involved condomless sex without withdrawal.

Thanks for a delightful read, as always! I came buckets 🙂

The sensation of a dick in my hole. However, for me it’s also mental and I love the knowledge that I'm being fucked

I love it! Especially if he can keep fucking me and go for the next load.

That feeling when after a bit of resistance my hole gives and let’s the cock slide in. I also love it when I can feel my hole getting looser, that’s when the top starts to pound harder. Plus obviously when they shoot their load - the moment just before when they’re really going for it and fucking me so hard, then push themselves deep inside me and unload.

Damn buddy, hot bod Alpha Top, beautiful big cock, harder pounder, great breeder!

Last night - two different men. First man I'd never met before that evening, but enjoyed an hour in his cab being fucked like a machine, except he had a lot of passion behind every thrust. He was incredible and is planning to get a hold of my "Pimp Daddy" to set up another meeting between us. I think I rocked his world. Second guy was a black trucker I've had twice before and enjoyed so thoroughly each time. He is always so passionate, yet so dominating. He's slow, almost machine-like but really more what I would say is methodical. He starts slow, lets me simmer, turns things up a bit, then lets them simmer there for a while, and keeps doing this for the entire time we fuck. Last night was 3 hours of this incredible sex and two loads inside me.

Blown to Shore I hadn’t been home for some years, and was surprised to see how little had changed from my school days living by the lake. Mom was selling the house, and invited me to spend one last weekend in the home I grew up in, to help her pack and for me to spend some time with my memories. I grew up on the outskirts of Toronto, and although it is completely developed now, at the time it was very rural and wild. Beachgrove Beach was virtually inaccessible, as it’s only entry was by crossing the railroad trestle over the river to the east of Beachgrove Road. I spent most of my youth, buck naked, frolicking on that beach. Waking up at the crack of dawn Saturday morning, I crept out of bed so as not to wake anyone else in the house. It was 6 A.M. and there was nothing to do, without waking Mom and my brother and sister. I sat in bed and remembered what I would have done at this hour when I was in school, and rifled my old clothes in the closet to find some jogging shorts and shoes. Off I went, a flashback to five years earlier, in Addidas side split shorts, high school t-shirt and my old runners. It was glorious, and I ran about four miles, making my way down to the river bed of the Highland Creek and along the footpaths to the water filtration plant at the delta of the river. I hiked up to the railway and gingerly danced from railroad tie to rail as I made my way across the trestle. Nothing had changed, and I hurtled down the bluffs to my deserted beach. It was a perfect spring morning, and by now the sun had risen high enough to heat my sweat covered skin. I jogged up the beach, stripped off my clothes and strode naked out onto the sand bar. Silhouetted against the rising sun, a cabin cruiser on the horizon was headed west towards Toronto and was the only ripple in the glass-surfaced water. I dove into the lake at the tip of the sand bar and swam in a long slow arc out into the lake and back towards shore. Rolling over onto my back and taking in the sky and sun, I was surprised to see the motor launch approaching. I continued to tread water, paying not too much attention and was considering heading for shore when a young guy on the bow of the yacht called out to me. They had closed the distance between us very rapidly, by either speed or parallax, and I hadn’t anticipated meeting anybody on or near the water while nude. I continued to tread water as the boat neared, and with the sun behind the prow I could now see the man hailing me from the yacht. He was young, tanned and in great shape (judging form his silhouette). The engine cut out and the boat drifted the last twenty feet to where I was swimming. “Hey there,” shouted the man, “Where are we?” he continued. “You're in West Hill,” I said pointing to the river delta, “that’s the Highland Creek.” The young man smiled, eyeing me in the water, and was quickly joined by another slightly older man, who was obviously skippering the boat. The two were a study in contrasts: the younger was blonde and blue eyed with a smooth fit body clad in swimming shorts and Sperry top-siders. The elder man, looked about thirty to me, and was darkly handsome. His body was cut, at a time when that level of definition was rare. Black or dark brown hair framed a chiseled jaw atop a muscular but lean body. He wore a Speedo bathing suit and had a neckless of leather braid dangling between rock hard pecs. They both stood on the bow of the boat and engaged me in conversation. “Did I live near the beach, how old was I etc.” I thought they would never leave and I was beginning to tire, as the blonde, on cue from his partner, went about dropping the anchor. The boat swung about in the current and the men traversed the gunnels to the aft of the boat and stepped out onto the swim platform. Kneeling down they cast their eyes on me, as I took hold of the ladder and rested my legs and arms. The elder of the two held out his arm and motioned for me to come aboard. I panicked, I was stark naked, and began to protest when the younger of the two laughed: “We know your skinny dipping, we saw you strip off on the beach.” He held up his binoculars, as if to prove I had nothing to hide. I smiled, swallowed my pride and accepted the dark haired man’s hand. I was lifted immediately out of the water with one great pull, and found myself pressed against his near naked body. Electricity coursed through my veins at the mere touch of him, and pressed against the bulge in his Speedos and wrapped in his strong arms I almost melted. The blonde offered me a towel to dry off with and I slipped over the railing onto the aft deck of the boat. I learned she was a thirty-four foot Pacemaker with twin diesel engines and capacity to sleep six. The guys poured me a coffee and added a slug of brandy to warm me. The coffee was nice, but the brandy hit me like a ton of bricks. I had just run three or four miles, and swam for half an hour on an empty stomach, and my head was reeling in a matter of minutes. I asked to use the head, and was directed into the main cabin, down a few steps to where the blonde was in the kitchen. I rose to my feet, took a few steps down the short ladder and found myself face to face with the blonde boys smiling visage. He was a total beauty, flawless skin, crystal blue eyes, and a gleaming smile. I stopped to take him in and a stirring in my loins revisited my encounter with the dark haired man a moment ago. I felt a presence behind me, and turned my neck to see the dark haired man coming down the steps and alighting, pressed again against my body. He smiled a Pepsodent smile, and put his hand on my shoulder. The blonde reached out and put his hand on my crotch. My towel hit the floor as the blonde yanked it away, and kissed me deeply on the lips. I felt the dark haired man kiss the back of my neck, then between my shoulder blades and down my spine. His tongue crept between the cheeks of my ass and darted ever deeper, sending shivers of delight and discovery throughout my body. I could barely utter a gasp, though, as the blonde was tonguing my throat and pulling now on my stiffening cock. Finally, breaking free from the blonde's french kiss, I gasped for air and was speechless to protest. His eyes widened when he looked down at my eight-inch cock, sprung and bursting with pre cum. He knelt down in front of me, and without a word took the entirety of my manhood into his mouth and deep throated me for the first time. I was pinned between being engulfed by the blonde and penetrated by the brunette's tongue, and I was loving every minute of it. It took no time at all, before the familiar stirring of my balls warned of an eminent ejaculation and I called out to the blonde boy that I was going to blow. He clamped his hands on my hips and sank my cock ever deeper into his throat, swallowing every drop of my juice as I bucked and yelled a gutteral growl. I was spent but still experiencing things that had never been thought of before. I bent at the waist to force my cock from the blonde’s adoring mouth. I had no idea what I was inviting with that move. In attempting to free my overly sensitive cock from the continued and agonizing tickle of the blondes tongue, I inadvertently spread my cheeks wider and bared my virgin hole to the attention of the brunette. He rose immediately and, having doffed his speedo while I was occupied with the blonde, slid his cock silently into my ass. I was stunned by the assault. It hurt, like nothing I had ever felt before, but I couldn’t protest before he had slammed all the way into me and held me in a vice like grip. The blonde held me down in front in a passionate embrace, and the brunette was pinning my hips to his pelvic bone. I looked down into the blondes eyes, tears welling up in mine from the pain of this monster cock in my ass. He smiled and whispered: “Relax, you’ll love it,” and rose to kiss me deeply again. The brunette slowly pulled out of my ass, leaving his cock head inserted into me. He swayed back and forth and then slowly drove back into me. With his free hands, he removed his leather neckless and handing it to his buddy, all the time quickening his pace as he plowed his cock in and out of my once virgin hole. The blonde, reached out and grabbed my stiffening cock and tightened a makeshift cockring around my balls and cock, and I realized suddenly that I was experiencing some of the most intense feelings I had ever experienced. The brunette had led me to the kitchen table and layed me across it. He abaondoned any pretence of gentility now, and proceeded to grunt and thrust like a stallion while he aggressively fucked my ass. I felt the swelling in his member as he leaned back, thrust all the way into me once more and released a stream of hot cum inside me. He collapsed on my sweat covered back, and pulled his shrinking member from my hole. It felt like I was having a bowel movement and I was filled with conflicting emotions as he popped from my sphincter. I was able to relax my ass and recover from the pounding but I missed the sensation of being possessed. I also missed the sensation of his hard cock massaging my prostate, and my rock hard cock and purple swollen balls were in need of a release. The blonde was now pulling off his shorts and knelt in front of me, offering me his gorgeous ass. I needed no instruction as I aligned my pole with his hairless opening. He must have been lubed already, as I slipped into his ass like it was a supple glove and begin to ride him. I seemed to have fucked him for hours and was covered with sweat, from the heat of the action and being in the enclosed space of the cabin. The brunette still behind me, reached around and with a quick pull released the leather binding around my cock and balls. I blew like I had never come before, in a great huge and overwhelming orgasm. Pulling from the blonde’s ass, I continued to pump a steady stream of milk onto his back and ass, finally collapsing onto him in a heap. I was now covered with sweat and cum, both mine and the brunette's trickling out of my hole. I rolled off the blonde’s back, and stood on unsteady legs to gaze at the handsome men in front of me…. "Let’s all go for a dip", said the blonde and still erect we all dove off the boat. I swam to shore about an hour later, but not before I sucked off both of them and let them each have a go at my well-oiled hole. When mom asked me later in the morning if I had any memories I wanted to pack up to take home, I smiled knowing that the best memory was just created.

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”.

I see guys looking for older bottoms more now than in the past, but that maybe because I’m in my late 40’s now. Having said that, there is still a huge bias against older bottoms. Like the OP said, older tops are sought after, but older bottoms are looked at as trolls or begging for a fuck. Kind of stupid because I think older guys are more open to kink and the like, and with their experience are more likely to be able to satisfy a top. I like the idea of being topped and dominated by a younger top/dom (18-30), but an older top or vers can be a good time. And although I prefer to bottom I have no problem topping an older bottom either.

I have been in an open non-monogamous relationship for three years with my current partner. It is the first open relationship I’ve ever had. The experience has been the most loving, respectful, satisfying and joyous relationship I’ve ever had. We have three major tenets that we follow: no jealousy, no judgements, and no secrets. Open communication is truly important to making it work. Like some others, I have walked in on my partner in full fuck mode with someone I may or may not know. (He has done the same). Generally there are two options to choose from, either drop my clothes and join in as a welcome addition or take a sideline role and cheer them on, happy to see them pleasure each other. We both enjoy voyeurism and revel in seeing the other in full sexual arousal. It is also helpful that we enjoy a mostly naked lifestyle in our home, encouraging our guests to lose their clothes at the door. We often play together alone or with 1 to 4 additional guests as well as apart and encourage each other to find additional sexual partners to make sure we can achieve a level of satisfaction and stimulation matching our libidos. And while both of us enjoy the variety and frequency of couplings with others, we fell hard for each other the first night we met, and have a deep and abiding love and respect for each other that has not lessened since day one and in fact continues to grow and deepen all the time. I am so lucky to have this man in my life. As a reference I am 69 and he is 46 and we are full equal partners in our relationship. I meet many people who cannot get their head around how my relationship works but I know it’s not for everyone and wouldn’t expect it to be. I was married to a woman for many years and the expectations of monogamy and a lack of male friends and contacts she wanted me to observe were totally stifling. Thanks for letting me share this.

I would be delighted to be the bitch no selection I'm in Paris but berlin the topbr3007@hotmail.fr thank

“I grabbed his ankles and spread him wishbone style as I began to lay into him hard. His perfect little body was covered with a sheen of sweat as his eyes rolled back into his head and just accepted his fucking like a good boy. I really gave it to him for a few minutes, no words, no variety, just a plain old fashioned fucking. This was the next part about harvesting a straight jock's cherry, repetition.” this just made my shoot a wad.

The door opened and the first thing which hit me was the smell of unwashed bodies. There was a mirror over the bed. I looked up to see a group of old, ragged men being ushered into the bedroom by grandad. Some of them gasped and others laughed showing blackened and broken teeth as they saw me lying naked on the bed. All shapes and sizes from skinny guys with cadaverous faces to grossly fat men with drooping bodies. I saw some lick their lips as grandad said " There you go, boys. Peachy little bum on him. Get stuck in and fill yer boots!" I squirmed with shame and fear as they started to strip off, waves of sweaty, pissy body odour washing over me as they removed their filthy clothes. Then the bed sagged as they climbed onto the mattress, eager fingers digging between my cheeks and feeling the lube on my hole. I turned my head and saw grandad standing watching, a filthy grin on his face as he released his cock and began to masturbate. Hands grabbed my head and turned it to face a stiff, drooling cock. I just had time to see the sores engulfing the fat, swollen head and then it was pushed into my mouth and I had no choice but to suck it. I was sobbing with shame, and then the cock withdrew and another took its place, the pee-hole red and inflamed and I smelt the gooey discharge oozing from the tip. I tried to avoid it, but strong fingers held my head and I couldn't stop that filthy cock sliding between my lips. Grandad had moved closer to get a better view. He caught my eye and gave me a wink. "Good lad," He whispered. " You know you want it, don't you?" It was true. Despite the horrible, diseased cock in my mouth, I felt a mounting excitement. My own cock was stiff beneath my belly, and I felt overwhelming lust at this descent into absolute depravity. The bed was now covered in naked bodies licking, probing, rubbing against me. "Turn him over," Grandad said. Eager hands pulled me onto my back and I looked up into a circle of faces like something from a medieval painting - broken teeth, sores, some bald, all unshaven and smelling of sweat and filth. Strong hands grasped my erection, and I watched aghast as an old man with a huge sore beneath his nose bent and began to suck me. "Oh...oh no..." I gasped with a last awareness of my corruption, but the mouth bobbing up and down felt so good. "Just do it," Said Grandad. "Give yourself up to your true nature.. " He nudged a fat, short old man who was kneeling on the bed rubbing a fat mushroom cock. "Why don't you sit on his face?" The man grinned, scooted around the bed and squatted over me. I looked up at his smooth arsehole, smelled the odour where he obviously hadn't wiped and felt terror as he lowered it onto my face. I couldn't escape. My face was engulfed between his cheeks and I heard grandad tell me to lick it. Could I? Could I really lick it? With a sob of surrender, I poked my tongue tentatively into his hole. I heard him grunt with pleasure. He reached under and spread his cheeks, sinking onto me and forcing my tongue up into his arsehole. I knew I was lost. My cock was stiff in the old man's grasp, my face was engulfed in filthy buttocks and my tongue was deep in a dirty hole and yet I was loving every minue of it. I felt my legs being pulled up and outward and then the first stab of a blunt, slimey cock pushing into my hole. I gasped even as I licked the man squatting over me, feeling the delicious smooth rush of the cock sliding into my arse. There was excitement in the air and if anything, the smell from the crowd increased with their excitement. The man levered himself off my face and got off the bed. Hands held my legs and pinned my wrists to the bed. I looked up into the face of the man fucking me, his eyes wicked with lust. "Open...open yer mouth.." He gasped as he thrust into me. I opened my mouth, and he hawked and released a drool of phlegm which fell onto my tongue. Then he kissed me. His breath was awful but I no longer cared. He pulled back and cackled. "Nice! I can taste arsehole on your lips!" "Hurry up!" Someone said. "Don't take all day!" The man in me nodded, worked his cock harder and then let out a long gasp of pleasure as his cock throbbed in me, releasing his sperm. He sagged back and pulled out. I caught a glimpse of his cock covered in sores and realised it was the man I had sucked, but then I was turned over onto hands and knees, arse upraised helplessly as someone else mounted me and I felt another cock slide into my cummy hole. Beside the bed, grandad had lowered his trousers and pants and was bent forward being sodomised by a thin, balding man with red blotches covering his skinny buttocks and upper legs. He grinned at me as he saw my surprise " How do you think I became poz..ooff...thats nice...I take it up the arse as well." He stood up and the man slipped out of his fat arse, his cock now wet with lube. "That's enough mate. " He said "You know the deal. When you want to come, fill his arse with it." I realised the man was probably syphilitic but what could I do? I had probably already caught their diseases by now and the thought of it was exciting and shameful. The man in me made way having already cum, and the thin man got behind me. Grandad came and lay next to me, pulling my head down and kissing me. "You want it? " He whispered. "He's poz and he's got the syph. Means you will definately get knocked up and infected." I kissed him back and felt his hand gently ruffle my hair. "Hold me.." I gasped. He smiled, held my hand and nodded to the man behind me. I felt his cock pressing into my hole and then it slid easily up me and he began to thrust. I was lost. Depraved. About to be infected and bred all at once. I knelt in surrender as Grandad stroked my hand and whispered in my ear. "Good lad. Good lad." The man didn't last long, he thrust two or three more times like a rabbit, then pushed himself against me and grunted loudly as he spurted . He held himself in me for a long moment, then slid his cock out and I felt his filthy cum drooling over my balls. My cock was so stiff it hurt as I slumped forward. Grandad kissed me again and I felt a body lay down beside us. I saw it was a fat old man with whiskers and wispy hair. He lay face down spreading his cheeks with his hands, and I could see his dirty arsehole was smeared with cum and lube and worse. "Go on, cum in him and you'll feel more relaxed. There's a long way to go yet!" With a gasp of excitement, I slid onto the old man's back, feeling his sweaty skin beneth me even as he spread his legs further and my cock nestled between his buttocks. Grandad leant over, grasped my cock and guided it into position. I slide down and into the old body, feeling his sloppy hole hot around my shaft, and then I was spurting and spurting and finally resigned to my fate...

this poll can be answered simply, in two ways: as a bottom: if the bottom is tight and can milk dick, you're going to feel it. if the bottom likes fisting, he's not even going to feel that a dick is inside him unless maybe it's a horse's cock. if he gets fucked relentlessly all the time, his pussy is just going to get wetter and looser no matter how much your cock pumps and throbs. as a top: if the top cums alot, you're going to feel it. if the top roars bloody murder but cums the same amount as he precums, aka. a tiny bit, then you're not going to feel it. there's nothing for his cock to pump out, LOL. i'm a cruel, heavy cummer