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------- Chapter 3.2 - Two lines or Four? ------- Monday evening Ric was studying and his phone buzzed. He looked and saw a message from Taylor. "Got a minute to talk?" he asked. Ric looked over and Eddy was on his bed, tapping out a paper on his laptop. "Sure. Give me 5" Ric replied. He tossed on some sweatpants, a tank and his sandals before he went down to the main floor and found a quiet corner. Ric called Taylor back and he answered after the first ring. "Hi. Thanks for calling me back right away. I... Uh... thought about our conversation yesterday and stopped at the drug store on my way home. I got one of those home HIV tests. Do you know if those things are any good?" Taylor asked nervously. Ric took a deep breath and figured where this was going. "Those things usually have a disclaimer that they can give false results, but I've heard they're pretty accurate. Why? Did you take it?" Ric asked. He heard a long pause and Taylor said "Yeah" but nothing more. "What did it say?" Ric asked after several seconds of silence. "I got 2 lines. I think that means positive" Taylor said softly. Ric knew from a few of the guys he had infected how the tests worked, but didn't want to sound like he was an expert from all of the guys that were now carrying his bug. "It's ok. Don't freak out. From what I read, those things only show positive after a few months and can be wrong too. The only real way to find out is by getting a blood draw and having a lab do a different test. There's a clinic not too far from campus" Ric said calmly. There was silence on the phone and after a few moments he asked "Taylor? You still there?" "Yeah. I... uh... just didn't expect this. Do you mean I could have been positive for months? It wasn't from yesterday's fuck?" Taylor asked. Ric smiled, knowing that he and his dad could have pozzed Taylor in the Spring. Or maybe some other guy that bred him after that. "It's possible it happened a while ago. No test would show in only a day or two. Do you always fuck raw?" Ric asked. "Hookups never... Except with you. After we fucked, I was safe for a month and then went back to raw with guys I know and safe with hookups" Taylor replied "So... have you topped guys raw since we fucked last Spring?" Ric then asked. He heard a sigh and then Taylor said "A few guys, including Peter." "Things will be ok. Don't worry. The clinic on West Street is good and you can confirm the home test there. They also have a free testing night over at the bathhouse on Wednesdays, but I don't know what kind of test they do there. Maybe you can go there and get retested. You should probably take Peter, too" Ric said. "Oh fuck. He's gonna be so pissed. You heard him last night" Taylor said. There was a pause before Taylor continued "Uh... I think the bathhouse is probably best before I... uh, we go to the clinic. They won't ask a million questions there." "It's not a million... just a few hundred" Ric replied, trying add some levity to the conversation. With no laugh from Taylor, he added "Seriously, they're really nice. Uh... I can go with you on Wednesday, if you want. I don't have anything planned that night" as he searched on his phone for the bathhouse's website. "Their site says testing is from 7pm to 10pm. Have you ever been there?" Ric asked. "Yeah, a few times. If you wouldn't mind going along, I'd appreciate it. I can't get there until about eight though. Is that too late?" Taylor asked, somberly. "No, that's good. I don't have an early class on Thursday. I'll meet you on the corner at eight and we can go in together. See you then" Ric said. Taylor and Peter were standing on the corner when Ric walked up right on time. Both looked really nervous but Peter also gave him an evil stare. "Hey guys. No matter what you'll be fine. The site says it's half price before nine, so let's go" Ric said. They walked up to the door and went inside. Ric pulled out his discount card and asked the attendant "Do they need to pay the cover if they are just here for the test?" He glanced back and saw Hector dressed in scrubs sitting at a table talking to a guy with just a towel around his waist. "Yeah, but if they just stand around the table and leave after they get the results, we'll refund it" was the response. "Cool. I have this card and I'll pay for theirs" Ric said, passing the card and their 3 IDs over. The guy quickly looked at the IDs and then closely at the card. "Damn, you got it quick" the attendant said, grinning back at Ric. "Uh... no charge for the three of you unless you want a room. Hope you tagged em good. Towels are around the side" the guy said, winking at Ric as he slid the card and IDs back. Ric grabbed 3 towels and turned back to the guys. "I had a card for free entry and it covered you guys too. Follow me" Ric said as he handed a towel to Taylor and one to Peter. He walked over to the table with the other two behind him. "Hola Hector. My friends need to get tested. It sounds like its been a long time for both of them. Is this the quick swab test or a blood test?" Hector looked at him a second and then asked "Ric?" Ric nodded back to him, smiling. "Glad you could come. We do the quick tests here. We tried doing the other one and it was a nightmare. Someone stole a box of syringes and only a couple guys called for results" Hector said. Hector motioned for him to come closer. In Spanish, Hector whispered to Ric "If you infected these guys since classes started, the test will likely show negative. They need to wait a bit longer before the antibodies will be there for the test to find." Ric replied "I know. I fucked the darker haired guy in the Spring. He got a positive result with a drug store test Monday. He has been fucking the other guy, so I think both might be poz." Hector smiled and said "Maybe some others too. Good work. Oh, and thanks for those other two referrals from your old clinic. They're really cute and horny. One was hitting on me pretty hard." Ric laughed, figuring that Joe was being his usual self. He leaned back and grinned back at Hector. In English, Hector said to Taylor and Peter "Gentlemen, are you going to wait for your results or take advantage of the facility?" "Uh, I think I'll wait" Peter said. Taylor started to nod and Ric said "They got a sauna here, right? You got in for free so try and relax in the steam room. You don't have to fuck around, just chill." Hector nodded in agreement as he opened the two test kits. He called Taylor around to the side and swabbed away. "I need a name for the test. You can use your name or something else if you want it more anonymous. Mickey Mouse is popular, but he's already been here today" Hector said with a laugh. "Donald Duck, I guess" was Taylor's sullen response. Peter was next and gave "Bart Simpson" for a name. "You too, Ric. Let's make sure these tests are good" Hector said. Ric chuckled and got swabbed. "Bender for me" Ric replied. "Come back in at least 45 minutes. If you see someone at the table, please wait. We try to keep things as private as we can, given the surroundings" Hector told them before Ric followed the signs to the locker room with Taylor and Peter walking slowly behind him. They stripped and Ric stuffed their clothes in a locker, snapping the lock shut. As Ric stood up he found Hector behind him, tapping him on the shoulder. In Spanish he whispered to Ric "Short redhead, eagle tattoo on his chest. Unhappy he was neg again. You should give him a gift." Ric turned and nodded with a sly grin. Taylor led the way toward the steam room and as the other two went inside, Ric said "I'm going to look around. See you in a few." Once he was away from the steam room, Ric pulled his towel off and tossed it over his shoulder, letting everyone see his biohazard tat. He followed the hallways around, looking into the open rooms hoping to find his short redhead. There were a few guys laying back or on all fours in their rooms, waiting, but none seemed to be who he was looking for. He found some glory holes and one guy waiting patiently for something to suck. Finally, he spotted his prey walking out of the showers. The guy looked around and headed into the dark room. "I guess he wants a surprise then" Ric said to himself. A few seconds later, he followed the guy inside and there was just enough light to see his outline. The redhead climbed on a bench with his ass hanging off. Ric made his way further in and found no one else in the room. He went back and rubbed his hands over the guy's ass before slipping his finger along the crack. His hole felt slightly damp from the shower or sweat and Ric growled in a deep voice "You don't want this cock dry. Suck me first." The guy scrambled off the bench, getting on his knees and felt around before finding Ric's cock in the dark. "Oh shit!" the guy said as he wrapped his hand around the base and leaned in, starting to lap his tongue over the tip. Slowly the guy started sucking, but couldn't get more than four inches in. His teeth were scraping too and Ric knew that it was pointless to let the guy go much further. "Lick it 'n get some spit on there or you know what this cock is going to do to that pretty little ass" Ric said, still forcing his voice lower than normal. He felt the guy spit a few times on the shaft and then push the saliva over the head and foreskin with his tongue. Once there was some spit covering all of his shaft Ric asked "You wanna get fucked?" "Yyyyyyes, sir" the guy's voice nervously squeaked out. "Back on the bench then" Ric said. Just like when he fucked Taylor in the Spring, Ric wasn't planning on being gentle. He wanted to wreck this hole and mark it for good with his bug flowing through the guy's veins. Hopefully soon he would find out he'd joined the club. The bottom hurriedly assumed the position he was in only five minutes earlier. Ric spit on his fingers and then found the tight hole, working some saliva in. He knew that the guy wasn't lubed enough but positioned his cock against the pucker anyway. He dripped a few more gobs of spit down with only one hitting the tip of his dick, not surprising due to the lack of light. One hand reached around and covered the redhead's mouth and the other braced on his shoulder. "FUCK!" the bottom screamed out into Ric's hand as he breached the hole. He felt the guys body quiver and then stabbed in another inch. A few more repeats and then Ric pulled back. The next jab sent a few inches back into the tight tunnel and another scream into his hand. Ric chuckled. With as much pain as he was inflicting, the guy wasn't fighting him off or trying to escape. He was sure the guy prayed that every bare cock that fucked him was the one that was going to give him the bug he so desperately wanted. It took a few minutes, but Ric was able to get a good rhythm going. His pre and the stretched hole was finally making it easier to fuck the guy. While he wasn't going to go balls deep, he knew that the chaser was torn up inside and would be feeling this fuck for a few days. When the screams had subsided, Ric began plowing faster. He pulled his hand from the guy's mouth when it had finally dropped to a whimper. Ric jabbed his cock in until he hit the wall and the guy cried out again. He stayed planted a few moments and then began with slow, firm thrusts. Both of his hands were on the bottom's shoulders and he kept up a relentless pounding. A few more minutes and he felt the impending orgasm rise. A loud whimper came out of the bottom as he felt Ric's cock thicken followed by spurts of viral cum flooding his wrecked chute. Ric grunted as each shot fired off until the last few dribbles emptied into the doomed hole. He slowly pulled out and slapped the guy's ass. "Thanks" he said as he headed back toward the door. Ric hurried over to the shower area and rinsed off, watching cum and traces of blood run down the drain. When his cock had finally softened, he dried off and headed back towards the steam room. He saw the redhead stagger out of the dark room on his way and the guy stopped dead in the middle of the hallway, staring back at Ric. He could tell that the guy was fixated on his biohazard tat and cock. "I need that" the guy begged. "Sorry, I can't. Maybe next time" Ric said in his normal voice, hoping the guy didn't recognize him. "Ok... Name the day and time. Please? I need a poz load in me so bad" the guy begged. Ric shook his head and said "I might be back next week. Try then." He walked past the guy, smelling the cum wafting off his body. Taylor and Peter were laying against the back wall of the sauna as Ric walked up. "All relaxed?" Ric asked "Not really" Peter replied, nervously. "Lets go and see if its one or two" Ric said. They wandered back to the clinic's table, towels wrapped around their waists. Hector took each behind a curtain, Taylor first and then Peter and gave them the news that the test was positive. Both looked stunned and Ric was the last one. Once out of sight, Hector told Ric "No immaculate recovery, you're still poz." Ric smiled and said quietly to Hector "The redhead was really fuckin tight and doesn't suck very good. But he's full of cum and pretty sore. He might be a sick puppy in a few weeks." Hector grinned back and then the two walked back to the table. Hector handed Ric a few test kits. "Use these if you need to. No sense in them paying for these at the store, but send the poz ones over to the clinic to verify, please" Hector told him. Ric found Taylor and Peter waiting for him in the locker room and both still looked shaken. "Did he tell you to go to the clinic to get a blood test to make sure?" Ric asked and both nodded 'yes'. They dressed and as they left Ric stopped at the attendant's booth and asked "Is that card good just for Wednesdays or any day?" The guy laughed and replied "For you, any day. Just keep fucking like that."

Making of a Whore I am a 28 bi curious guy. I am 5'8, Caucasian with some Asian medium/thin build with a smooth body. I live in a big city on the west coast and have always been curious about having sex with men. My main way to explore is to book massage session with gay masseurs especially those who offer full body sensual massage. The first time i booked a massage it was about 6 years ago and it was from an ad i saw in a local street newspaper. It said M2M Hot Oil Massage. It sounded hot so i called and set up an appointment for 8pm. I go there and his apartment was dimly lit and he led me into the massage room that was nicely lit with candles. He has soothing music playing in the background. He was an older Caucasian man in his early 50's medium build and a bit on the feminine side. He had on a spandex brief. He told me he would step outside and to get on the table. I nervously took all my clothes and laid face down on the massage table. He came in and asked me if i had any areas of soreness or that i wanted him to focus on. I told him my lower back as i have an office job. He proceeded to put hot oil on my skin with his hands on my back. It felt good and so relaxing. He slowly worked on my shoulders and back. Then he got to my lower back and started down towards my buttocks. He massaged them and slowly worked my globes. He poured oil on my butt and in the crevice that led to my hole. I winced as it was hot but it also felt good. He used his fingers to rub between my cheeks and run over my hole and then to my balls. I was rock hard right now. He rubbed more oil on my legs and feet and ran his hands slowly and softly on the inside of my leg and slipped it under where my leg and butt meet. OMG it felt amazing. He expertly teased and rubbed my inner thigh making me breath hard and leak a lot of precum. He would continue his rubbing and touching and then focused on my hole and balls. He poured more hot oil on them and teased my hole and massaged my balls. Then he slipped his hand under my balls and grabbed my cock. I instantly lifted my waist off the table giving him more access to my cock. It was so hard and wet with precum and oil. He then would massage my cock and balls making me leak precum and I was on the verge. If you have never had anyone massage your cock and pull it all the way back towards your feet you are missing out. You can feel your cock being stretched when someone is pulling it back and thats just was he did. Pulling it back with one hand and letting it go and slap his other hand which teased the head of my cock. Over and over i was moaning so loudly. He could tell so he gently let go of my cock putting it on the table and pressing my back to go down on the table flat. He then proceeded to resume a regular therapeutic massage with intermittent sensual massage strokes by massing my inner thigh which drove me crazy and running his fingers over my whole. This would go on for the next 30 minutes massaging me and edging me. He had me finally flip over on my back and my cock stood up hard. He smiles and slowly oiled my chest stomach and legs. He massaged around my cock and once in a while he would run his fingers over it and brush it making me throb. He went back to my chest and went to my nipples and teased and circled them. I had ok nipples but they were small. He massaged around them and slowly teased them brushing up on them. Then he put hot oil on them and i let out a gasp as it was hot but it felt good at least my cock was saying so. He then took my nipples in his fingers and massaged and manipulated them in a way that felt like electricity going through my whole body. My cock was throbbing and leaking out precum constantly. He would also do this thing where he would push down and massage right around the nipple and then twist them which make me groan loudly in pleasure. He then slowly worked my legs and feet. Whenever he did therapeutic massage it made me relax more, calm down and not have a total hard on. After finishing my feet i almost dozed off and felt him work his way back up the inner part of my leg and then back up to my inner thigh, rubbing it that sensual say that made my cock get hard again. He then took my cock in his hand and slowly teased the head with his nails and tips of his fingers then wrapped his fingers strongly around my base and massaged it in a counter turning motion. At this point i was moaning loudly, it felt so good. As i got to the edge he would slow down and then just hold my cock in one hand but not massage it until my breathing calmed down but while my cock was still somewhat hard. His other hand would massage my check and stomach. When he started up again he would slowly massage and tease my cock, balls and nips bringing me back again. Each time my cock throbbed harder and seemed to leak more precum. On the third time he told me to relax and breath slowly. He started by slowly teasing and lightly touching my cock and massaging my groin area. He would then work his way up to my chest and tease and pull on my nipples. He did this for what seemed like 10 minutes keeping me on edge. My cock was hard and would throbbed when he pulled my nips or teased my cock. Then he told me to relax and just breathe slowly. I tried to focus and do that but I was so horny it was difficult. He then held my cock in his hands and lightly and very very slowly massaged it. My breathing started to get harder and he kept telling me in his soft soothing voice to relax and not to tense up. He told me to just let it go and relax and thats what i did. I had the most relaxing orgasm i have ever had. Spurt after spurt of hot cum spilled out of my hard cock. I was so aroused and relaxed it almost ooozed out of my cock. I could feel it going thru my penis and comind out of my hole. It was incredible. I think i shot 8 times while he just in the same speed and light pressure stroked my cock . Cum was all over my chest and stomach. He smiled at me and licked it all up and then kissed me. It was the first time i kissed a man like that and then he gave me his tongue and all my cum. I swallowed and kissed him back our tongues intertwined in each other. He pulled back and said thank you and told me if i wanted to shower the towels were hanging up. It was that my first experience i knew i needed to explore more.... (More to come and yes breeding)

Chapter 5 I waited until the kid was gone for about 10 minutes and got in my car and drove over. In my bag was a few items including a hood for me. I didn’t want the kid seeing me until he was spun out. If I had my way he would end up in the basement tied in a sling When I drove in I saw the Kid walking into the place. I parked next to the Kids car . I looked in and saw the empty water bottle. My plans were working so far. I walked in and the guy at the door recognized me and smiled and said the Kid really looks young but his ID checked out. I had sent him a link to the Video site and gave him the permissions to view the contents. He said “ I was looking at those Vids you really converted that kid in record time”. I told him “ It was easy since the kid got to reading real and fiction stories on BZ and wanted to experience some of them”. He said that the 2 other guys working tonight saw them and wanted to see if the kid would let them fuck him. I told him “ The Kid will be so fucked up that he will take anything up his ass” . He said great because ‘ Horse ‘ checked in earlier and is looking for a hole to break. I was a bit concerned because I have seen ‘ Horse ‘ fuck a guy. He is a Freak of nature. His cock hangs down to his mid-thigh or more and is thicker than a beer can. I heard that he was straight at one time but no woman would let his cock near them for fear of permanent damage. I told the guy “ Let Horse know that fresh young meat will be down in the basement soon enough “. I went inside thru the office door and stook off my joggers and put on my hood and went to my room. I put my bag in the locker in the room and could hear the Kid ruffling around in his room. I went back out the blackboard and put up a notice, “ Young Fresh Meat Needs Plowed , Rm 129 “. Usually the staff would erase these at the top of every hour but they knew about this one and would not erase it until we left. When I came back to my room the Kid had his door open and there was already a guy finger and eating the Kids Hole. The Kid was moaning and saying how great that felt. While I was standing there a guy came up and stared watching. The next thing I knew he slipped a finger between my cheeks and stared rubbing my hole. I am never one to turn down some action up my ass either. The guy got behind me spread my cheeks and stared eating my ass. I must say, it felt great. I looked back at the kid and saw that the guy had pulled the kids cock back and was sucking it while fingering the kid. From the angle of his 2 fingers I guessed he was massaging the Kids prostate at the same time. Between the T, G and what the guy was doing the Kid was really squirming around. I had hoped that the guy wouldn’t bring the Kid off to soon. I also knew that even if the Kid shot he wouldn’t want to stop. The guy stopped, stood up and dropped his towel. He had an average cock sticking straight out. I could have sworn that I saw it dripping precum. The guy put the head into the Kids hole and stared pushing in. The only lube was the guys spit. The Kid groaned and said “ I really need this, please do me “. With that the guy grabbed the kids hips and pulled him back. His cock bent a little but suddenly popped in. The kid gave out a loud grunt with the first Violation of the night. The guy must have been close because he only lasted a few minutes. After he pulled out I motioned to the guy behind me to take the kid if he wanted to, This guy also had an average cock and proceeded to plow the kid ass. This guy didn’t last long either and when I noticed a ring on his finger I knew he was there to get his rocks off and go home. I wondered if the guy gave any though to going up a hole that was probably POZ and maybe had other. He pulled out and another guy stepped up to enjoy the Kid. He had a smaller cock and looked dirty, almost like a home less guy. He pumped for a few minutes. The Kid was saying “ Deeper, Deeper, Rape my ass” . With the kid talking like that he was going to really get it tonight. The guy shot pretty quick and left.

UPDATE:. Want to thank all my followers for being so patient. Been about every kind of craziness you can think of going on here, keeping me running all over the place, plus July 2018 had a catagory 3 tornado go right through just slightly north of center of town tearing up well over 150 homes, several businesses and doing major damage to our very old courthouse, with all this time later there are still many places boarded up or about to collapse. Then in 2020 in midst of pandemic a direcho came across Iowa hitting us again and this time damage was to entire town damaging another 200 homes and several businesses, worst of direcho hit about 65 miles east of us in Cedar Rapids. Winds here recorded at 95 to 100 mph and in CR from 100 to 115 mph. A lot of that damage still visible here also. Tornado, knocked all 5 trees on our property down with 3 of them landing on house. Biggest one knocked small room off of house with me in it, just taking last step and turning towards basement steps. Room went one way and I went the other, landing on my feet at bottom of stairs but awkwardly, twisting my left knee and my back severely. Town got lucky though as there were only reported about 3 dozen injuries, none real bad and ZERO DEATHS. Considering damage, that was a major miracle. One building had a child care in it and there were close to 45 people counting kids and adults and the entire roof was torn off, without a single injury there. Direcho was similar but only about 20 injuries reported, none severe nor any deaths again, miracles never end. But those plus my injuries have kept me hopping. Sold property damaged in tornado and bought another house. Then direcho caused damage to this house, garage and trees too. Just got last major repair done, but still have a few minor ones to do yet. But, main thing about this update is:. I THINK I'M FINALLY GOING TO HAVE TIME TO REVIEW MY STORIES TO REFRESH MY MIND ON THEM AND WITH8N THE NEXT 3 TO 4 WEEKS I PLAN ON WRITING AGAIN. WANT TO ADD TO A COUPLE OF THEM NOT FINISHED AND I'VE ALSO GOT A DOZEN MORE IDEAS FOR NEW ONES. Picture is of my chastity device on me. I bought it out of curiosity, tried it on to show my main FB what it looked like and ended up wearing it for almost 3 weeks. He snuck the keys to it and said he remembered something he had to do and took off. He really took off as he was already packed up and headed down the road on vacation before I called him about keys I couldn't find. Ugh, good guy but a pain sometimes, LOL.🤣🤣🤣

Not that I ever call it "pussy" (either mine or someone else's), but what has made guys stand out for me in the past is this. Any bottom that can make *me* (an admitted vers bttm) want to repeatedly top him has got to have something good going on... - Agreed with @Ieatcumholes on the rhythm part. If your "pussy" is moving at a different speed to my thrusting, I quickly lose interest. You should be following *my* lead...not dictating yours. This also goes for bottoms who attempt to reposition me to something where I'm not able to thrust as comfortably and deeply as I want. - I don't really like bossy bottoms either. It's one thing if you tell me what you like before playing, but ordering me around is the quickest way of getting me to pull out and leave. - Be legitimately responsive to my actions. If you're too quiet when I'm fucking you, then I think you're not enjoying me; also this when a bottom does "fake moaning" that you see in professional porn. - Inside of a hole, my cock tends to be a bit of an intense squirter; much more than when I'm just jerking off. Also, I tend to stop at the point of the first shot so that my bottom can feel me throbbing. The best bottoms are the ones that genuinely respond to this and instinctively pull me in closer. It's the kind of thing that makes me feel "wanted", even if it's an anon session. I guess it's a bit of a personal preference, but I love it when my bottoms show a genuine interest in *me*. I'm not asking anyone to fall in love, but just let me know in some way that you're actually enjoying what I'm doing and that I'm not just another random cock in your hole. It's the kind of practice that I use when I bottom - really show my tops how much I want them fucking me - that keeps them coming back for more.

Part 6: The Fishermen For the next two centuries and more, Hamish and Alan lived and travelled together. From the north in Orkney and Shetland to the south in the Borders, from the east at Peterhead to the west at St. Kilda, they roamed the country. They spent time in towns and villages, lived on mountaintops and lochsides, roamed through woodlands and pastures. They met with shepherds and fishers, with merchants and priests, with nobles and crofters, and they worked at many of those jobs themselves. Everywhere they went, they had numerous encounters with the men of the land. Some of those encounters could be considered good and some not so good. A smaller number were great, and a rather larger number than the great were the bad. There were the tiny few that were absolutely, brutally gawdawful. But then, there were the handful of times that were incredibly rewarding. Graham and Murdo plainly fitted into that category. The two husky men were busy straightening and repairing the nets on their fishing boat, shirts pulled off on an uncommonly warm summer day in 1538, when Hamish and Alan sat down near the stone slipway in Oban to enjoy the rare sunshine -- and the show the two fishermen were putting on. After they’d been sitting and watching for perhaps ten minutes, Hamish got a strange look on his face – half puzzlement, half concentration. Alan spotted his odd look right away. “What is it? Did you notice something?” Alan asked. “Strange – the red-haired one – there’s something odd about him. Not anything visible to the eye, but there’s an odd kind of aura, some sort of unusual energy about that guy.” Alan chuckled. “Very good! You’re starting to get it now. Picking up on it, as I said you would.” Hamish mused. “You mean… he’s got the marks too?” Alan replied, “That’s exactly what I mean. Another immortal. Let’s hang on until they’re done and see if he notices that we’ve got the aura too.” Hamish thought some more. “But the other one isn’t – and if they’re anything like the way I was with mortals, he won’t know anything about it, either.” “Again, almost a certainty, since most of us do that as a matter of routine.” Hamish took another good look at how the two were brushing up against each other, “accidentally” bumping hands against asses, and more of that kind of contact. “Not much doubt that they’re doing each other, is there?” Alan laughed right out loud, and the black-haired fisherman looked up, studied them, and then nudged his red-headed partner. The redhead also looked, then smiled and waved before returning to the net he was untangling. “And now we wait,” Alan said with an undertone of immense satisfaction. Inside of another twenty minutes, the four of them were sitting around in the thatch-roofed stone house which the fishermen called home. The whisky was going around and so were the names. It was plain at once that Murdo, the dark-haired mortal, had taken a shine to Alan, while redheaded, immortal Graham was definitely interested in Hamish. When the dinner of fresh fish and potatoes baked among the glowing coals was ready, they filled their plates and cups, and then sat down again – but this time the fishermen sat next to the travellers who enticed them. After a while, Murdo had to get up and go outside to relieve himself. Hamish took the opportunity to ask Graham, in a low voice, “I assume he doesn’t know about you?” “No, he doesn’t. We’ve been together about 5 years now, but he doesn’t ask many questions. It’s his boat, his nets, and I work as his assistant and let him call the shots. Keeps life quiet and peaceful and keeps him from asking awkward questions. Especially about things like this.” With that, he turned and seized Hamish by the shoulders, then clamped his mouth onto his guest’s mouth and sharply dug his tongue right in between Hamish’s lips. Hamish had no trouble responding in kind, and by the time Murdo came back, the two were making out with great energy. Without saying anything, Alan stretched his hand out to Murdo and drew him down beside him, then proceeded to kiss him just as deeply. Murdo might have been the late starter, but he quickly got into the lead by removing his shirt, and then his breeches, before lying on the bed with an inviting leer on his face. Alan got naked almost as quickly, and lay down on top of him, their hard cocks dueling between their bodies as they ground against each other. Alan resumed plunging his tongue into Murdo’s mouth as his hand moved down between the muscular thighs, seeking the man’s hole. Not to be outdone, Graham had now gotten his hand into Hamish’s crack and was fingering his hole. Graham soon had Hamish moaning up a storm as he penetrated the hole, then started sliding his hand in and out, twisting the fingers back and forth, all the while busily tonguing Hamish’s willing mouth. Graham pulled him down onto a pile of clothes which he’d pulled hastily onto the floor, and Hamish obligingly shed his clothes, then rolled onto his face and spread his legs far apart. Graham pushed his face into the dark crack between Hamish’s firm round ass cheeks, and began tongue-lashing the hole, feasting on it, tonguing, kissing, and then digging in and tongue-fucking, all generating a storm of moans from Hamish, who was enjoying the treatment immensely. Then Hamish rolled over and got his first sight of what Graham was packing. It definitely was the biggest tool he’d ever seen, no small matter for a man who was now more than four centuries old. But Hamish didn’t get scared. On the contrary, he scrambled up onto his knees and proceeded to deep-throat Graham’s monster weapon, giving every inch of it a taste of his trademark deep suction. Graham moaned loudly, and Murdo looked over from his position under Alan to see his partner’s entire cock vanishing down Hamish’s throat. “Holy mother… how do you get it all in there? I can’t take more than half!” Hamish pulled back, turned and winked. “Practice. Just practice.” And then, to Graham, “All right, give it to me now.” He lay back, pulled his legs up over his shoulders – and a moment later, Murdo got the even more eye-popping view of Graham’s immense length sliding smoothly, all the way in one go, completely inside Hamish. The sight left him completely speechless, and that gave Alan the chance to slap him lightly on the face. “Hey, eyes over here. I’ve got one for you to work on.” Alan had come up and knelt over Murdo’s chest, straddling his broad pecs, and was slapping him with his hard cock. Murdo took the hint at once, opened up, and began to swallow and suck. Alan smiled and sighed with satisfaction, as it was obvious Murdo had taken lessons from someone much, much more experienced – like, as it might be, an immortal. Murdo was, indeed, an awesome cocksucker, and gave Alan’s dick a wonderful treatment, with Alan moaning every inch of the way. But, of course, he wanted more than just a blow job and Murdo could take the hint when Alan pulled back, and then rolled Murdo over onto his face. He felt the hard cock lodging itself in his crack, and let his body go limp, freeing the way for Alan to enter him. With many, many years of practice under his belt and below the belt, Alan certainly knew not to push too hard or too fast and took his time, opening Murdo up and sliding into him. Once he was all the way inside, he lay down on top of Murdo, enjoying the contact of their two bodies and feeling the tight hole pulsing around his cock. Alan then proceeded to pump his dick slowly in and out of Murdo’s firm ass while, next to them, Graham was now giving Hamish a considerable and very skillful pounding. Murdo was both astonished and tremendously turned on to see his partner slamming so deep and hard into another man’s ass, and his own cock began squirming under him, longing for release, as Alan plowed into him, slowly gaining speed. It was Hamish who came first, letting out a cry of ecstasy as his cock lifted up and fired jets of cum all over his face and body. The contractions of his body quickly brought Graham right to the moment and he moaned loudly as his dick exploded, pumping shot after shot of his sperm deep inside Hamish. It was the sound and the internal sensation of Hamish cumming that sent Alan over the edge, and his cock blew a substantial load into Murdo, who came seconds later under his belly, oozing cum out onto the bed beneath his abs. Over the course of that night, and a fair part of the next (heavily rainy) day, the four men got into just about every pairing and combination that one might imagine. Murdo proved to be supremely energetic as a bottom, eagerly taking every cock in sight into his mouth and up his ass. Graham, on the other hand, was totally versatile, more than happy to be spitroasted by Hamish and Alan one minute, only to plow Alan’s hot ass the next. The grand finale began when Murdo took Hamish and Alan in his ass at the same time, with Alan lying below him and Hamish pushing in from above him, while Graham fucked his mouth. Plainly he was in heaven with the ecstatic joy of being stuffed full of so many immortal cocks all at once, although he had no idea that his three fuckers were anything beyond being three big-dicked alpha studs. After they’d all come inside him, as close to all at the same time as possible, Murdo fell out of the pile of writhing bodies. Too tired and sore to continue, he contented himself with sitting the heap of clothes on the floor and enjoying the lingering taste of Graham’s cum in his mouth, stroking himself as the other three kept working on each other. Eventually, they fell into a fuck chain with Graham pounding Alan and taking Hamish in his ass at the same time. Murdo could hardly believe that anyone had any cum left in them, but before long the three were all shooting yet again in perfect unison. The squishy sounds and spurts of cum squeezing out of Alan and Graham around the cocks driving into them were proof positive that everyone did indeed have a good quantity of seed left to pump out. Alan’s cock confirmed it by spilling a massive puddle on the bed under him. Murdo surprised himself by jumping up and stroking himself rapidly, eventually groaning and cumming again, although he had very little left to drip out onto Hamish’s back. Murdo fell on the ground, now completely wiped out. But as he lay there, his breathing slowly returning to normal, he finally said, “That was terrific – but kind of weird too. When you three all came together like that, your bodies all seemed to be, kind of, glowing. Enough to make the room a bit lighter.” Hamish and Alan exchanged looks with a slight hint of concern, but Graham burst out laughing and the others quickly picked it up and joined in. At last Graham managed to control his mirth, enough to say, “Too much whisky, Murdo! But I told you they were going to be amazing, didn’t I?” At that, Murdo chuckled. At last, Murdo dragged himself up and outside to the midden. This time, it was Graham who took advantage of his mortal companion’s temporary absence to ask quietly, “How did you two find each other? It’s damn difficult to find another immortal at all, and then you usually can’t stand the man.” Alan chuckled. “Pure, dumb luck.” “And the way you’ve bonded? I’ve heard of such a thing, but I’ve never seen it in action before. I can feel it coming out of you in strong waves when you’re doing each other.” “That’s where the real luck came in,” Hamish replied. “Think of it as being something like two mortals finding a real, heartachingly beautiful love with each other – only far more complete and a million times less likely, because we are so few in number.” At that point, Murdo came in and the conversation shifted again. In true Scottish fashion, the rain and wind continued off and on for four days, making fishing both dangerous and unprofitable. Murdo and Graham were content to stay at home, working on their nets some of the time, and working on other projects – like their two guests – at other times. Finally, though, as all good things must come to an end, the weather improved, and Alan and Hamish made ready to carry on northwards towards Glencoe. A last glorious fuckfest – “one for the road,” as Graham said -- and they were on their way, with thanks for the hospitality and for the “hospitality.” As they walked northwards, Hamish asked Alan about Murdo’s account of their three-way with Graham. Alan chuckled. “I think Murdo was halfway between exhausted and drunk. That made it easy to convince him that it was all in his imagination – which is a bit overactive anyway. But yes, it can happen. With three of us all going at it, and with such a high energy level, yes, it can make the aura start to become a bit visible.” “Good reason to be a bit more careful.” “Not at all. Good reason to enjoy the intensity of the experience is more like it!” They both laughed. They continued to enjoy each other’s company, and the company of other men they met from time to time during their travels. There were other times, though, when Hamish and Alan didn’t even feel the urge to have sex, being content to lie together and go to sleep with their arms wrapped around each other. It was another way of expressing and nurturing the all-encompassing unity which bonded them together. A dramatic change came, though, when they arrived some years later at the fishing village of Fraserburgh -- and the stranger appeared to disturb the even tenor of Hamish’s life with Alan.

After my first experience with that massage therapist i went back several times. He expanded the massage sessions mainly to sensual massage and in some sessions came 2 times. But it was mainly around sensual touch and little playing with my hole. And after a while i wanted to explore anal massage. I looked in the local gay magazine and in the back there were massage ads along with escort ads. There was one who stood out. He did full body massage and he was pretty hot. I called him to set up an appointment for the following week. I arrived at his apartment at around 8p and went in. The massage table was in the middle of his living room. He asked if i need to use the bathroom before the massage and i said no. I took off my clothes and he stayed in the room watching me. I could feel his eyes on me. He was a stud. He was about 6ft and a slim but muscular build. I noticed he also had paintings of nude men on the wall. I got on the table and he started to put oil and massage me. His technique was good and his pressure was stronger than the other masseur. He started on my shoulders and worked down my back to my legs and feet then back up. While he was standing near the bottom of the table he started to massage my buttocks and give them a good therapeutic working over, then he would do a motion that would spread it and show my hole and he would breathe in. It felt good. He then took some oil and rubbed around my hole and on the hole very lightly almost teasing it. He then moved to where my head was and rubbed from my shoulders down. I could feel his bulge pushing up against my head. It felt thick and huge. He then reached and grabbed hold of my butt and massaged it hard and again separated my cheeks and teased my hole. He even poked a finger in a little and pulled my butt off a bit of the table. I groaned. He then went to the bottom of the table and climbed on the table. He pushed his knee right into my perineum area. I pushed back to make sure it was snug tight. He then proceeded to massage my back and then again work my butt and tease my hole. At that point i felt him lay down on me. I thought this was odd but I was excited. He lay on me and massaged the side of my body almost in a caressing way. I felt his bulge through his underwear. He then sat up and massaged me while kind of sitting on me in a way where his cock was touching my hand. I opened it more and he adjusted and landed it right in there. I grabbed it and started to massage his huge cock. He then started to massage my butt and balls and play with my hole. I was in heaven moaning so much. Abruptly he got off the table and I was like what the heck. Then I figured out was he was doing. He stripped naked. He climbed back on the table and lay on me but I felt his huge cock in between my cheeks. He again stroked my body. I couldn't help but when I felt his cock between my cheeks I spread my legs more on the table to give him more room. He took that as a sign to enter and started rubbing the head of his cock against my hole. I was so horny i pushed back. I wanted him but knew as I have never had a man fuck me there was no way I could take it. He was about 8" and thick. He then started to finger me and found out how tight i was and knew I couldn't take him without some prep. He then leaned in and started licking my hole. I never had that happen before but it felt good. I moaned and he leaned in and started eating me out. OMG my eyes rolled back into my head and i moaned really loud. He just held me there and ate me for what seemed like at least 10 minutes. Slowly he started fingering me between eating me and he finally got 3 fingers in me. He said he wanted to fuck me bad and I asked him if he had condoms. He said yes and got a condom and came back and put it on. He then put my legs on his shoulders and slowly stuck his cock in me. I winced as he was thick. He pushed in slowly but i groaned as it hurt like hell. He kept pushing until he was completely in me. He stopped and let me get used to his cock being in me. Slowly he moved in and out and short slow stokes. He looked into my eyes and saw it still hurt. He leaned in and started kissing me and told me to relax. Having been my first time it hurt and it was hard to relax. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply and tried to relax. Slowly the pain subsided and he hit a spot in me that felt amazing and also made me want to pee. My wincing and groans of pain started to turn to moans. I started to hear myself, uhh uhhh, sounding like some cheap whore. He knew he had me and started picking up his pace and did long strokes. My moans turned into loud gasps of pleasure and heard myself telling him to fuck me good. He fucked me hard for 10 minutes straight, I thought I was in heaven then suddenly a feeling i never felt before. My ass started to spasm and I came hard shooting 6 huge spurts on my chest and even one hitting my head. He moaned loud as my ass clamped on his huge cock and he shot into the condom. He kept fucking me grinding in me getting out the rest of his load and licked the cum off my chest. When he pulled out the condom it was filled with cum. I felt spent and my head was spinning. It was incredible.

As a top, I can say that "good pussy" can be unexpectedly good. I've hooked up with this guy who in some ways is most definitely my "type" (as if I only have one) but in other ways definitely isn't. Yet his pussy is some of the best I've ever had the pleasure of sliding into, fucking and breeding! I would've expected his pussy to be average at best. And I have to admit (although not to him) that his pussy is some of the best I've ever had. For me, bad pussy falls into the following categories: the guy is off to my fucking rhythm, thereby throwing me off my fucking game I understand that the pussy isn't the natural role for that part of the body, so I don't trip if "accidents happen"...., but someone who obviously hasn't taken the time to prepare for getting fucked is bad pussy if fucking you seems like "work," then you're bad pussy If I don't cum from/when fucking you, then you're bad pussy Average pussy means I got off, but had to work a little harder at it than I might've liked (like thinking about fucking another guy while I was fucking you). Average pussy is kept around for those times when good pussy isn't available. Good pussy is a pleasure to slide into, fuck and breed. And I want to do it repeatedly (as in on multiple occasions)! So, from my perspective, you should be happy/proud to have been called "good pussy" by 2 or 3 tops!

I notice it's almost always the guys with 10 or 20 (or fewer) posts on here who show up "en masse" periodically and sing the praises of being poz. Almost like someone is coordinating an effort to promote this. Interesting. In any event, all that "oh i'm liberated I don't have to worry any more" can be had with PrEP. So (to my thinking, at least), opting to contract a fatal-unless-treated-forever disease instead of taking a reasonable precautionary medication is, well, evidence of an undeveloped ability to make sensible decisions. Now, if someone is pursuing getting pozzed because he thinks there is some mystical bond between poz people, because some airhead on here told him there was, well, again, evidence of an undeveloped ability to make sensible decisions. None of those people who share your alleged "bond" are going to pay your health insurance premiums or deductibles, and none of them are going to help nurse you through your first opportunistic infection. But sure, go ahead and bask in that "bond" and "freedom".

I guess I would soon find out as Sergio face fucked one of the twinks while he eyed the twink that was fingering and eating my hole. Pozzed While Cruising 11 Sergio movies the twink that was eating my ass, knelt down between my legs and lined his mostly unlubed cock up with my ass. It hurt like a mother fucker, but I was determined to get his thick Mexican cock in my slutty hole. I wanted his load to be mixed with everyone else’s that I was sure to get that night and that weekend. Jake continued his effort to poz the QB while Dan fed his cock to Josh in a poz QB spit-roast. Josh was in pig heaven taking cock at both ends. Part of me wished the girls that throw themselves at him and his hangers-on could see him taking cock up his ass and sucking cock like pig whore. I wondered what people would think of me taking this over-sized Mexican cock. I would not care if my own mother walked in. I would not let him stop breeding my slut hole. Paul came up behind Sergio and massage his shoulders, felt up his clearly defined pecs and let him sniff some strong poppers. Sergio power drove his thick dick into my boy chute. I begged him for his cum. While Paul kept letting him take hits off of the poppers. What I did not know was that Paul was fingering Sergio’s virgin ass. Sergio, at first, was resistant, but the more he fucked me. He fucked himself on Paul’s fingers. My ass was a powerful force as he was slowly deflowering his own cunt. Paul made him take a deep drag off the poppers while he slid in behind Sergio and put his thick 7’ cock at Sergio’s hole. So with each thrust a bit of Paul’s cock pushed into him. The more he fucked me the more he fucked himself. Paul pushed into Sergio deep as Sergio pushed all 9 inches of his carmel cock deep in my ass. I could feel his thickness contract and expand as he unloaded his second nut of the day deep in me. Paul looked over his shoulder at me and really began to pound into Sergio. Sergio never lost his hardness as his cock stayed rooted in my butt as Paul jack-hammered his cock deep into him. I could feel Paul’s thrust through Sergio and in my ass. Sergio was moaning. Paul was hitting Sergio in just the right spot and Serg was loving it. I was too. I was close to cumming again and so was Sergio. Across the room Jake was breeding Josh with his poz load telling the QB he was getting his gift. I could tell Josh had no clue what that meant, but he mumbled through Dan’s cock, “yes, breed me!” I came clenching my cock around Sergio’s cock who clenched down on Paul’s cock. Jake flooded Josh’s hole. Paul came in Sergio and Sergio bred my gash. The whole room was cumming into someone's ass, but the twinks were feeling left out. One of the twinks, crawled under Josh telling the room that he was going to suck the QB’s cock like every girl on campus wants to do. The room filled with laughter. Josh looked up at Dan and asked Dan if he wanted to add his load to his used ass. Dan quickly shot behind Josh and had his thick 6 incher inserted down to the base in one motion and soon had Jake’s cum frothing in and out of Josh. We all sat back and watched Dan fuck the QB. Dan was very vocal. He was exclaiming to the room that he was going to breed Josh with his poz load. I could see Josh get wide-eyed and the twinks looked at each other. Jake said, “yeah none of you asked us you all got a poz load and loads deep in your ass and belly’s.” He grabbed one of the twinks closest to him and guided his head to his cock. The twink did not fight his advances and the other twink was locked in a “69” with Josh as Josh was getting bred by Dan. Paul and Sergio were locked in a deep kiss as I was on my knees cleaning their cocks. I felt a slap on my ass. I looked back without taking Sergio’s cock out of my mouth. “Move over slut,” Jake said” ‘I want some Mexican ass”. Jake pushed me out of the way, laid Sergio on his back, hiked up his legs and slowly pushed his thick 8inch cock into the Mexican whore. I laid back and asked Paul if he was ready to drive his big cock in me. He did not have to be asked twice, but he had a better idea. He made me and the free twink lay across the couch on our knees. He slipped his cock into the twink and fucked into him about 5 to 10 strokes and then pulled out and fucked me 5 to 10 strokes. More to cum I love the feedback and hot chat guys. Hit me up Joey

I answered yes. I brought him to Jake’s Pozzed While Cruising 10 I reluctantly let his huge brown cock slip from my mouth, but I was sure I was going to have it my ass soon. I told him I know of a place as long as he did not mind a few extra guys. He did not. So the three of us made our way to Jake’s apartment which was just a short walk across campus. We got to Jake’s apartment and there was no mistaking what was happening on the other side of the door. We could hears moans and cries of “no” and “stop”, but followed up by “more” and “deeper:. I could see Josh getting nervous and our newest addition which we never asked his name. We both were too slutty to do that. We were more interested in sucking his cock and taking it up the ass than asking his name. I knocked on the door and heard Jake yell, “in a minute” followed by “it’s gotta be Joey and the QB.” He flung open the door, stark naked with his oversized hard cock waving in front of him like a jousting lance with his roommates behind him breeding two hot twinks. I wondered if they knew what they were getting into when they agreed to come to JAkes’s apartment. Jake invited us in and asked who the new guy was. I got embarrassed and shrugged my shoulders, I said, “we sucked his huge cock, but forgot to ask his name.” Jake just laughed as he called Josh and I a couple of sluts and then ordered us to get naked, our knees and start sucking. Our latin swordsman, introduced himself as Sergio and shed his clothes as well. We did not have to be told twice. I shucked my shoes and clothes into the corner and Josh piled his on top of mine. I immediately swallowed as much of Sergio as I could. While Josh picked up on Jake where they left off in the bathroom. The room was filled with sounds of fucking and sucking the moans from the twinks were so erotic. As Paul and Dan, Jake’s roommates, planted their tainted seed deep in the bowels of each of the twink bottoms. Dan slipped buttplug into his twinks well fucked ass saying, “we need to keep those 2 gifted loads in your cunt to make you pregnant”. He then ordered him to move over and eat Sergio’s ass. Sergio pushed him away saying he was a top and did not do ass play, but Jake and Dan were insistent that Sergio would love it and soon I could tell that he was. It felt like his cock thicker, a bit longer and a whole lot harder in my mouth as the twink ate and tongued Sergio’s ass. Sergio soon dumped a massive load in my mouth, and Jake urged me to share with Josh. I leaned over and Josh open his mouth and with every eye in the room on us. I dribbled Sergio’s hot load from my mouth to Josh and swished it around his mouth and fed it back to me. I swallowed it. Paul fucked his hot load into his twink and repeated the same process of inserting a butplug and ordered him to rim Jake, but by this time Jake had Josh on his back on the coffee table and squeezing his bare cock into the QB. Josh was not protesting. Jake pushed in a little and then back out. I told Jake that he took a huge bbc the night before. So no need to be gentle. Jake was not! So the twink was told to come over to me and eat my ass and get it ready for the next fucking. Sergio barely got soft when he pulled the twinkie bottom around and forced his massive cock down his throat. Ordering him to get his massive cock hard as he was going to fuck a whole lot of ass tonight. Jake just looked at me and winked. As he continued his effort to poz the QB. As the twink ate my ass. I wondered where all this was going to lead. I knew I had to be Ty into this group what was Jake’s plan to poz him? Was it possible for me or Josh to poz someone from the bottom. I guess I would soon find out as Sergio face fucked one of the twinks while he eyed the twink that was fingering and eating my hole. More to Cum Thanks for the great feedback Always looking for hot chat, phone or a possible meet up Joey

I dragged my teeth along his cock. He slapped me and told me to watch my teeth. I cleaned him off. He told me to give him 20 minutes and then come to his room. I finished my shower, dried off, went to my room, pulled on a jock, some workout shorts and a T. Pozzed While Cruising 7 I was at his room in 19 minutes… I lightly knocked on the door. Someone from inside yelled that it was open, so I slowly opened the door to see the up-and-coming jock freshman QB on his knees sucking off the starting stud freshman linebacker in their dorm room. He ordered me to lock the door, stripped down and eat some QB ass. Josh, the QB, looked back at me with a weary eye and that is when Ty the linebacker assured him that I was cool and that he just fucked me in the shower. I was going to eat his ass as he was going to finally learn to take it up the ass whenever TY wanted it. I could tell Josh tried to object, but when he opened his mouth Ty stuffed with his huge black cock. He had just bred me about 30 minutes ago, but he was again rock hard and ready to fuck again. I was hoping he would fill me again, but I am sure Josh was in his sites tonight. I still had some poz loads buried deep in my hole. I am sure one of them would fuck out of me. I thought how could I get one or both or these guys back to the apartment and convert them. I could not believe I was thinking like this just yesterday I was damn a condom nazi. Now, I had loads from 7 or 8 guys in me and some of them I did not know their names. I tossed my T-shirt and shorts back by the door and knelt behind Josh and licked his ass. He moaned a loud whore-ish moan. I thought anyone walking by the door would hear. Ty urged me to continue. I got in there. I was tonguing his hole and slipping a finger here and there into him. All at the urging of Ty to add another finger and to eat his ass, spit on it. I had nearly 3 fingers in him when Ty asked him, “What do you want me to do QB1?” Josh looked up at him never taking his cock out of his mouth and mumbled, “fuck me” “What do you want me to do?” Ty repeated. Josh pulling Ty’s huge cock out of his mouth and said, “I want you to fuck me with your big lineback cock and breed me!” Ty ordered me to get on the bed and Josh to straddle me with his 7 inch white cock dangling in my mouth. Josh almost immediately went to fish out my cock, but TY told him no and that I was there for guys like them to use. Ty got to use Josh and me and Josh got to use me. I was disappointed but I understood. Ty got behind Josh and ran his cock up and down his ass and plopped it in my mouth to get his wet. I did my best. I was ordered to suck Josh and Josh was allowed to finger and eat my ass. Ty slowly pushed his cock into Josh while Josh began to beg him to stop. Ty reminded him that he did ask for it and that Ty needed the QB to be the D’d bitch. This was going to happen no matter what he did it was all just a matter of time. Little did they both know what I had in store for them. Josh’s ass finally opened up and Ty’s hog of a cock slid into the freshman QB. Josh let out another moan of a man in heat. Just as Ty hit bottom Josh filled my mouth with his negative. He thought I brought him off, but I know it was that huge dick of Ty’s that did it. I was already working on a plan to get Josh alone with one of the guys from the group. I had Josh in one of my classes near where I had met Jake. I was thinking how I could get the two together and maybe poz the whole football team. Ty brutally pounded his thick hard cock into Josh. I could see some pink forming around his hole. I ran my tongue along the underside of Ty’s cock. Josh fingered my hole. I could actually feel him get hard again. Ty pumped a thick load into Josh for just having dumped one into me less than an hour before. I sucked on Josh’s cock and cleaned Ty’s prick and Josh joined me. In the last few days, I had turned into a wanton cocksucker, craving bareback assumingly poz cum and was willing to lure other guys into it as well. Josh asked Ty if I could suck him or if he could fuck me. Ty pondered for a moment and allowed Josh to mount me for his entertainment. I was about to get the 7 or 8th load of the day in my slutty pussy. I know I still had some poz cum deep in me. I knew though that if Josh fucked me he would meet in the bathroom after class. My plan was being set without me having to really work it. But Josh was going to be the start. I had to get Ty to the apartment to convert him as well. Was he just fucking guys due to the lack of real pussy or was he really bi. Time would tell. More to CUM I hope you guys are liking this story I am always up for hot chat and/or phone/skype and meeting locally Hit me up Joey

This happened about a month ago, I am a freshman in college and I have heard of a few cruising spots on campus which really piqued my interest. One of them was in the Student Union bathrooms in the basement area and the other was actually the showers beside the area called the ‘Chill Spot’ that a lot of students hung out at. So one Friday afternoon, I decided to head to the basement bathrooms first, after my lecture around 4pm. I was really nervous since it was my first time cruising, but also I was excited. I sported a half-hard cock most of the day. I prepped beforehand just in case I was gonna be fucking, and wore a jockstrap underneath my sweatpants. I took the elevator down to the basement which really had a few empty classrooms, a lecture hall and the bathrooms at the end of the hall. there was basically no one there from what it could tell except for a few girls in one of the rooms talking and studying. I entered the mens washroom, and went into the middle stall. I sat down on the toilet and just went on my phone for a bit seeing if anything would happen. For a while nothing happened, until the guy in the stall to the right of me knelt down and presented his cock underneath the dividing wall into my stall. I could not believe it, it was a nice 8 inch throbbing white dick with a really cool biohazard+ tattoo just above his shaved cock. I slowly got on my knees and started stroking it slowly, gradually speeding up my pace. the guy started humping my fist which really turned me on and I heard him whisper “suck my dick”. Without thinking I wrapped my lips around his cock and started sucking his thick cock like I had been deprived of cock for months. He started moaning really quietly which got me so horny. I sucked and licked his big balls, while going back and licking his thick shaft and head. He was leaking a lot of precum and it was making a small puddle on the cold bathroom floor. I couldn't believe I was sucking a stranger's cock in my college's bathroom. Anyway I continued sucking his dick until i heard him whisper lemme fuck your ass you slut, and in the heat of the moment I whispered back, “yes daddy”. I turned around and dropped my sweatpants off. I squatted down and stuck my big ass underneath the divider. I felt his hands squeeze my ass. He whispered “goddamn baby you have such a nice ass” and slid a finger into my tight hole. I wasn't expecting that and I let out a soft moan, breaking the silence in the quiet washroom. I really hoped no one else would come in while this guy was about to fuck my ass. He started fingering me faster before I whispered “I want your cock in me daddy”. Without any hesitation I heard him spit on his throbbing cock and then I felt his head right at my wet boy hole.Ii heard him say “you want this poz dick in you?”. I wasn’t sure i heard him right, but before I could reply he slid his thick tainted cock into my ass, and I let out a moan that echoed in the washroom. He started fucking my ass with long strokes while I was on my hands and knees telling him to go faster. Within 5 minutes I couldn't take it anymore and started cumming all over the bathroom floor, and that made him shoot his cum in my ass. I quickly got up, put my pants on and left the bathroom in a haze of shame and feeling like the biggest slut on campus. I sat in my dorm room an hour later looking up what ‘poz” meant and doing image searches on bio-hazard tattoos. I slid in my butt plug to keep his load in me and jerked off twice to some really hot verbal poz videos while planning my next cruising trip on campus.

I haven't posted for quite a while on this thread but I need to.... So yesterday I went in to my local STD clinic for my routine check up. I waited a while as they had forgotten about me. Then a guy came out to say Have you been seen yet? Nope, not yet, I replied. He took my file to a room and in less than a minute another guy came out and called my name. I went in to his little office, noticed he was sort of checking me out. He got me to go get the blood tests and to do the swabs and said he would do the questionnaire after I came back which I thought was odd and opposite. Did all that, came back and we chatted. He asked the usual questions and when I said oh I only gutted fucked BB, he asked where. I said at parties or grindr or sex clubs or living where I do I really only have to open my door, to which he replied, I hope I'll be invited in when I walk down your street..... He was so cute too, so I said so, he leaned over and started to kiss me. I kissed back and I presume when he got up he locked his door but to be honest I didn't notice. One thing led to another and all of a sudden I was on my knees sucking his pretty impressive thick dick. I thought, OK, he'll blow down my throat so I said, I hope you breed me sometime to which he replied, I'm gonna breed you now.... I was like, I'm not sure I'm "ready" for that and he told me to shut up, got me up and pulled my pants down and had me lean over his desk. He lapped up at my hole for a while and jacked himself off and I made note not to make a sound as I really wanted to moan. He tried then to fuck me but because of being nervous I was too tight and told him to get some lube. He used spit instead and still I couldn't take him so he then grabbed some lube a from his bowl of lube and condoms and he pushed in and filled me up to the hilt. He fucked a little too hard since I wasn't relaxed (and didn't have my poppers) and kept ramming onto my second hole, so I kept raising up to make it easier and he kept pushing me down so he could get further in (bad bottom I know). I could feel cold sweats on my back and my heart was racing. I kept thinking I hope the door is locked. After about 10 minutes I relaxed into his fucking a little more and he kept ramming into my second hole and finally pushed in and then he unloaded. First a little as I felt him tense up and throb. Then he fucked me for another minute and he then came hard. As he withdrew, I looked to make sure I was clean, thankfully all was ok, lol. I told him I should see him when I go back for more tests and should come more frequently to which he replied, you can always request me and it never hurts to check all the time since you like getting loaded.... I'll be back for sure, took his card.... That was a total surprise for the day and I was trying not to smile completely like a cheshire cat walking out of the clinic...... Kept those puppies in me all day too.

This really grinds my gears too. Kissing with someone that really knows how to kiss is exceptionally hot for me. It enhances the experience and easily gets me more and more turned on. Kind of like how alcohol can be a social lubricant, kissing for me is that sexual lubricant. If they won't do it, I'm almost immediately disinterested. I think I've heard nearly every excuse why for the anti-kissing argument: I only share that with my girlfriend/wife/fiancee. Then what are you doing with me? Go home to them unless they're not doing it for you. It's too intimate. So you'll take a guy's cock in your mouth and swallow his cum but kissing is too intimate?!? WTF? I don't want to get attached. Good, neither do I, especially if you won't. Do you really think a tongue is going to make you more attached than sucking a dick? It's just weird. And are you in the closet so far that stepping out on her for cock is heteronormative in your world but kissing isn't? It's a step too far. 🙄 Making out is too far, but taking my cock and my load up your hole isn't?!? I don't like kissing. Geez, I hope we get to this part of the dialogue before I finish my first drink and pick up a second round. I get it, some people don't. But I'd really be interested in what turns you off about it not because I want to force it on you but because I want to know what is going through your head and what else you can't handle before we accidentally go there. Like how far in the closet are you really? Your mileage may vary and I either pissed off a ton of people, but I'm sure I'm not the only one that finds a hot makeout session a great prelude to...more. I'm reminded of the Monty Python film (The Meaning of Life) where when the observing class is being asked how do you get a woman aroused for penetration, everyone has the same answer and John Cleese responds, "You don't have to go leaping straight for the clitoris like a bull at a gate. Give her a kiss, boy." Same with the dick.

Well said, all the way around. I've never cared for "pushy" bottoms either. There's a time for any mention of preferences/favorites, etc, but it definitely is not in the middle of the Breeding.

They're probably just envious. They live with all these female-related restrictions, and we don't live with any of those "controlling" demands. Even including some possible, subliminal urges - they're still trapped in PussyLand. Ya pay your money and ya make your choice.

Bootman isn’t wrong, I’ve been poz undetectable for about a decade give or take. Fortunately for me my job has pretty decent health insurance and prescription plan. perhaps things on the medical side is better outside of the United States? But if you’re in the US of A it can get costly medical and life insurance can be a hardship especially if one is not covered before infection. I’m not saying life sucks but it ain’t hard dick and cumshots either and depending where you live it might potentially get worse. Do your research and I mean like go to The Body ( website for information regarding HIV) look into your state laws. If your still gunho to convert get your house in order before doing so (health , life insurance and so on)

This afternoon in a park in Amsterdam. I visited a gay sexshop to buy some poppers. There was a guy buying a nice dildo. I told him it is nice to have that one in your ass. He replied he loves barecock more. Me to I said. We started talking about our sexual interests. We shared alot. Since he was versatile he wanted to fuck me. I proposed to go to the nearest park. It was a bit crowded, but we could find some shelter. I just sat on my knees with my thong to the side. He spat on my hole. I have a big slutty hole, so he could ram his cock up my ass in one go. He fucked me really good. Especially when he pulled out and rammed it in again. My ass made this amazing sound. I think he did this for about 5 minutes. Than he fucked me really hard and loaded my ass with his pozz cum. I licked his cock clean and asked if I could swallow his piss. Luckily he good produce some. I like piss so much and swallowed everything. We exchanged numbers and agreed to fuck more.........

Near me (in Providence RI) I used to go to the bathhouses to get fucked. One day I stumbled upon their "blackout" days where the entire place is dark... And I was totally hooked! It doesn't matter what I look like, or what the top looks like. It's so perfect. Just strip and put my ass in the air and wait. The feeling of a stiff cock probing my tight hole without any warning is spectacular! It's like when someone cums inside you suddenly without the usual tell tale signs...

I can relate to this, especially in Darkrooms and toilets, it gives me a buzz. But I also have a back up of knowns just incase.

First breeding can sometimes be a bit stessful; especially for the Bottom. My first was an older man. He knew I'd always used protection and he knew I had a true interest in being bred. It took a while. One day I was at his place sucking his cock and told him I wanted his load in my ass. An hour later he was fucking me and I could tell he was approaching a point where his orgasm was inevitable. He was on top of me when I started to squirm around....feeling some doubt. My commitment to taking his cum was wavering. He said "I won't let you chicken out! You're my bitch today!" He dropped his weight on me and pinned me to the bed while fucking harder. He was breathing and grunting into my ear as he bred me. I was so grateful that he made me re-commit to what I needed; namely to be helped across the finish line.

This for sure. My most recent excursion to the bathhouse, I was in one of the video rooms bending over in front of the bench, with a cock in my ass and two cocks in front of me fighting for my throat. My towel was nowhere to be seen. Two of the guys rotated between my holes until they both unloaded inside me. The one guy who remained planted on the bench had a nice thick cock, and he only wanted to be sucked and worshipped. Then I get a flashback to the first time I went to the bathhouse, in that same video room. I was a shy married guy feeling guilty about cheating on his wife, no experience with guys, towel wrapped tightly around my waist as I nervously jacked off still covered up. Multiple guys were sucking each other and they wanted me to join them, but I declined, pointing to my wedding ring. One of them, a guy in a harness and jock strap, looked at me with pity as he led the other guys to a different room to play. Years later, back in the present, I’m in the same bathhouse in the same video room. I’m now divorced, but in an open relationship with a beautiful woman who gives me good pussy and lets me fuck guys. I’m down on my knees crawling across a floor covered in translucent cum, ass in the air and semen from two men dripping out of my hole, about to shove a beautiful girthy cock as far down my throat as it’ll go. What a life-affirming contrast. I love being a slut.

I would offer that if someone wants to make a truly informed decision, they should read a bunch of POZ magazine first. Learn a bit about real life experience with long term HIV meds, etc in addition to the glorified BZ perspective.

Chapter 3 I had to get home. My mind was racing and technically I had some of Phil’s poz seed in me. It was probably not going to take, but still… I stood by the mirror to check my tattoo, I needed to see it. I stripped. It was a picture of six sperm, coloured in the pride flag colours with the words ‘bareback only’ in script. That had pretty much ended any hope I had of going back on the straight path, no woman would accept that. She would assume I was undoubtedly gay however I explained it. My sexuality was being defined for me. I needed some straight talking advice. I decided to call Sally and make a lunch date the next day, Saturday. Sally was an old fling from before my married days. We had still remained good friends over the past 10 years. She was honest to the point of being blunt. I walked into the cafe and sidled into booth where she was sitting. ‘So, what’s the big news then? ‘ she asked. ‘Big news ?’I replied. ’Yes, you always ask me out when you have big news - have you got a new hot girlfriend? - I heard about the divorce’ ‘er not exactly ‘ I stuttered ‘well? Say it then’ ‘I’m gay’ I blurted out, a little red faced. ‘ You, gay? Really?’ She giggled ‘ ‘you mean cock sucking gay? ‘ she continued. ‘Er yes ‘ I tried to quietly say, aware that the couple on the next table had looked over. ‘ do you swallow?’ ‘Yes’ ‘ good boy’ she continued ‘Ok, I gotta ask do you fuck or take it in the ass? A girl’s gotta know these things’ I thought back to the previous night and Phil’s cock in me, getting hard at the same time. ‘Er , I like being fucked’ I tried to make it sound no big deal. ‘Wow, who’d have thought, you a real cock loving faggot! Don’t worry, I’m guessing no one knows …yet? ‘ I nodded. ‘Ok , your secret is safe with me, but I gotta tell Joe and Luke’ Joe and Luke were a couple who were two of Sally’s best friends. ‘ By the way, Luke always thought you were hot! However,..’ she lowered her voice to a whisper’ Luke is hiv+. Apparently Joe says he will fuck anything. You don’t want to be getting that in you’ I went red again ‘obviously not’ I stammered, unconvincingly. ‘ well I know what you were like with condoms when we were together, you never wore them. Joe says he takes prep to stay negative as Luke is unreliable with his meds, and gets off a bit on being poz and off them every so often. You don’t want to be dropping your jeans and bending over for cock from just anyone and everyone do you. ?’ ‘Er, no’ I said quietly, as the thought of that again got me aroused. What was up with me.? It felt good to have come out to at least one person, it felt as though I was on the right path. We chatted some more about everyday things, catching up on life before I left. ‘Say hi to your boyfriend for me,’ Sally mischievously called out as I left, causing a few of the clientele to look round at me. I was being gradually outed. As I crossed the street, my phone pinged. I looked at the message. It was from Phil. ‘You have an appointment at the parlour on tuesday. You are getting a piercing. If you don’t we won’t meet again.’ It read. I just had to see Phil’s cock again, and a piercing wasn’t a big deal. I would go. Tuesday came and I walked into the parlour where I had been tattooed. Steve saw me and took me into the back. ‘Phil has sorted this. You are having your nipples pierced. All Phil’s faggot subs have these. It will hurt a little but I think you will like what I do. Take your T-shirt off’ Without thinking I complied. Again I was being coerced down a definite road of gay submission. Faggot sub? Is that what I was becoming? Not very long and a little pain later, I was sporting two rings through my nipples. They did look hot. I smiled. ‘See, We know what’s good for you’ Steve said. ‘Now there’s a little payment’ Steve tugged his jeans down and my eyes were drawn to his erect cock, six inches ant quite thick. He was sporting a steel PA. I hadn’t seen one close up, let alone had one in my mouth. ‘Suck!’ Steve ordered. I didn’t need to be told twice and greedily sucked and worked on Steve’s cock. My eyes also saw a tattoo on his abdomen, just above his cock. It was a scorpion. ‘You know what that means don’t you’ Steve said. .I nodded as I carried on sucking. ‘And you still want my cock. I think you could become one of Phil’s best’ . I wanted Steve to cum in my mouth, but as I felt him coming close, he pulled out. He came over my face. As I opened my mouth to breathe he shoved his cock back in, squirting some cum into my mouth and letting me savour the taste. ‘Phil’s orders. You don’t wipe that cum off til you get home. He wants people to see what a cum loving faggot you really are!’ Steve told me. I stood up in a bit of a daze. Steve walked me back through the parlour and as I left with the cum still fresh on my face, Steve said ‘I’ll be watching that you don’t wipe it off. You have one tattoo left to have. You can guess what that will be. Phil will contact you about what will happen on Friday night. Don’t make any plans. Now go’ I walked along the street, head slightly bowed. I had poz cum on my face. I licked a little as it dripped near my lips. I must have looked like a rent boy. It was pretty obvious. Two young women looked at me as they walked past in the opposite direction, stifling giggles as they went on their way. What was I doing ?What was I becoming? I felt myself sliding down a one way path. Where would it lead? One thing was for certain. I would go where Phil would take me on Friday. to be continued………

Hey guys I wanted to make sure I got this next chapter up quick after the wait lately. Thanks for your patience! This chapter sets up what I have planned in my head for the rest of the story. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 9 Dad's smile had that look like he was up to something. RIght now I didnt care about what happened next. "Do you mind if we just stay like this for a minute dad?" I was still panting a little from the intensity of my most intense orgasm ever and I just wanted to be close to this man who just took my virginity. This man I had just realized I was in love with. Dad. "Of course son" he smiled. "We are gonna need to move eventually for these guys." I turned to them and saw they were still watching us intently and stroking their hard cocks. "Wow." Maybe it was that coming down to earth feeling you have after you cum but it only hit me then how big their cocks were and that there were three of them. Were they the "more" that dad was asking about? I looked back up at dad who was still pressed on top of me and inside me. I think he could tell I was feeling some hesitation. "It's ok Coop. You trust me right?" "I do dad." "I'm going to be right with you as long as you want. I won't let anything happen to you that you dont want to happen. You just give me the signal. And you guys understand right?" The other guys grunted their yesses and then dad said to me in more of a whisper "I'm never gonna let anyone hurt you Coop. I love you son. Youre safe with me ok?" I nodded. Grant cleared his throat and that took me out of the moment between me and dad. He was trying to get our attention and it worked. "How would you guys feel about moving this to my room? Might be more fun there" He smirked the same smirk dad had before. Something mischievous. He turned to Luke and Dominic. "You guys up for it?" Without saying anything they began to move and gather themselves releasing their cocks and trying to cover them with their small towels. "We'll go ahead and wait for you two. Looks like you might want a few minutes of privacy." He winked at dad at that. "We won't be long" dad said. I had no idea what was going on. Luke opened the door and the three men walked out, Grant last who closed the door behind him. Dad turned his full attention back to me. "You ok Coop?" "Yeah dad. I think so. What is going to happen in the other room?" "Im not completely sure but I have some ideas. I promise you I wont let you get hurt and if youre not up for anything I think we can trust those guys to respect our boundaries." "Boundaries? They just watched you take your sons virginity dad." I wasnt really trying to be funny but we both chuckled at that before dad got a little more serious. "I just want this night to be about fun and pleasure for you Coop. You mean everything to me and Im so happy that i could be part of this night." "You're more than just a part. Youre still inside me dad." I was trying to be funny then but hearing that made his cock flex and it made that tingling rush of electricity run through me and I gasped at that feeling that I wanted to keep in a bottle so I could have it whenever I wanted. "You know what I mean Coop. Youre everything to me and I know some people really have problems with what we just did but..." I cut him off. "Dad I get it. I'm so happy that you were my first and that you were here tonight. It was the hottest thing ill ever do in my life probably and I wouldnt change a thing." We had never talked like this to each other. We had been getting closer, for sure, but this felt like we had jumped a few levels to get here. The talk, as purely loving as it was, did get both of us hard again. Dad hadnt fully lost his hard on inside me but I could feel it beginning to stretch me just a little further out. That made me even harder and I could tell dad could feel it stiffening against his abs. "You ready to get up and see what fun is happening in Grant's room?" "Yeah dad. But can we maybe shower or rinse off first or something?" "Sure Coop.Im gonna get up and slowly pull out and then we can hit the showers." Dad lifted his weight off me and then I could feel him slowly pull his cock out of my hole, emptying me inch by inch. Finally he was all the way out and my first feeling was that I needed for it to be filled again. Was this the stuff from the pipe that made me feel that way or was I just always going to need the sensation of hard raw cock deep inside me? That wasnt something I needed to figure out now but I knew that tonight I would be getting fucked again. I needed it. As dad stood up off the bed he reached for the pipe and torch. "I cant take this out of the room with us so you up for us finishing whats left in here before we go?" "Yeah. Its fun and its fun doing it with you dad." His eyes widened and I almost thought I could see the twisted thoughts gathering in his mind. He lit the pipe and took the first hit. We passed back and forth more times than I expected. Finally dad looked into the pipe and said, "Think theres probably one more good hit left. Im gonna take it and then blow it into your mouth ok?" I didnt really understand what he meant. Was this like the way mother birds feed their young? He took the hit and then moved closer to me. Like magnets our mouths moved towards each other. I wanted to make out with dad again so bad but then he blew the smoke into my mouth and I realized what he was doing. I passed it back to him too but then we did end up in a standing passionate make out embrace both high again like we had been before. We pressed our cocks together. They were both almost fully hard again. "You feeling good Coop?" "Yeah dad." The tingling through my body from the hits made me aware of how horny I was. Or did the hits make me horny? I didnt know but it didnt matter. We would be taking care of it soon. "Dont forget Coop. We're here for pleasure right?" I nodded. "So if anything doesnt feel good or you dont think its gonna turn into something good, just give me the signal and I'll get us out ok?" "Ok." This was the dad that I knew before tonight. The one who was serious about taking care of me when we were together. We didnt know each other super well before this summer but he always treated me like precious cargo. Tonight was just the same. This time leaving the room, we brought our towels but I took dads lead and just threw it over my shoulder. He locked the door behind him and I followed him through the maze of halls to the shower area which was like a gym shower with a bunch of shower nozzles but no curtains or walls to create separate stalls. There were two guys showering next to each other when we got there. They were talking and friendly but in the way that guys usually do at the gym. They were facing the wall and I didnt get a real look at them but they did have good bodies. We walked in and used the showers on the opposite wall from the two guys and I immediately started to wash the sweat and the cum and the smell of sex off me. Dad and I both had our backs turned to the two guys and under the shower I couldnt hear what they were talking about. I finally did turn around and when I did I noticed that they were facing us and werent talking anymore. Dad had already turned around and now all four of us got to look at each other and pretty quickly I saw that look of recognition on both their faces seeing me and looking back at dad. The two guys looked like they were a little older than dad and their cocks looked half hard. "Anybody tell you two that you look a lot alike?" one of them said. "Yeah we get that a lot. This is actually my son. This is his first time." Dads confirmation had an effect on both of their cocks. They both looked to me. "First time? For...?" "Pretty much everything." Im glad dad answered. I wasnt sure what to say and what to leave out. "Welcome son" There was something weird about being here and having a different guy call me son. I didnt know what to do with it but I felt a shiver hearing that word that ended in my cock and my hole. "Youre lucky to have a dad who will do this for you. I hope you can appreciate that." "I do." I looked over at dad and when our eyes met I felt that combination wave of love and lust for the man. My cock was definitely getting back whatever stiffness it had lost since we left the room. I could see dads cock hardening too. "Oh damn. This is more interesting than we thought." I had given us away to these two guys and for the first time I became really aware of the world that was outside of the way my relationship with dad had changed for good. In the room even with the other three guys it felt like I was living out a fantasy I never even had and now things were different and we would have to figure out who could know and who couldnt. And as that awareness arose I was still just as horny for dad than ever and I knew there was more waiting for us in Grants room. That anticipation and a little bit of embarrassment at my hard cock for dad in front of these two guys got me to turn the shower off and walk over to where we left the towels and room key. This time dad followed me and we dried off while we were still in the room. "Are you two done for the night or cleaning off before your next adventure?" Dad got bold hearing that question and threw the towel back over his shoulder and grabbed his hard cock and then mine. I was shocked for a moment but alao felt that electricity that I would feel everytime dad ever touched me. "What do you think?" dad said and then laughed. I finished toweling off and so did dad meaning he had to let go of my cock which only hardened more in his grip. "Ready Coop?" "Yeah dad." "See you men later" my dad said turning back to the two guys. "I hope so" one of them said. We went back out into the halls and for the next few minutes roamed blindly after we realized Grant never gave us his room number. But we got lucky after not too long and looked into an open room door that turned out to be his. This was a much nicer and bigger room than dads. It had a tv on the wall that the three men were watching while they all stroked their cocks. They were sitting in a row on a bed that definitely looked bigger than the one in dads room since it could fit three big men side by side with their legs at least a little spread. It was a really hot scene to see. When we crossed the doorway and into the room they all turned their attention to us. "Sorry we made you guys wait. Coop wanted to shower off first." I was so focused on the three guys on the bed that it took a minute to notice that next to the tv was a sling. I had seen it in porn before but never in person. We couldnt see what was playing on the tv from the doorway but now that we were in the room I could see it was a group scene in a hotel room. While I became transfixed on the tv, dad said to the guys, "I also didnt think it would be a good idea for me to bring the pipe around outside the room." "Dont worry abiout that. I have some stuff that will help." He paused long enough that I looked in his direction in case something went wrong that the tv had distracted me from. But he looked like he either wasnt sure what to say next or how to say what he was thinking. Finally, he turned to dad and asked, "Paul, how do you think your son here would like a slam?"

editor's note. I think this is a weak chapter Pozzed While Cruising 9 I ate some lunch in silence reliving my last week wondering if I was going to poz or not, whether or not I was infecting other guys or not. I sat there in the Union in a booth at the back of the cafe with a full on raging hard on. I knew then my answer was to keep going on. I was having some of the best, sluttiest sex ever in my short 18 years. I was opening myself to a world of any load anytime. I knew I was not going to make it through my last class without getting off, but I hunkered down. I was determined not to cum until I ran into Josh or made it to the last cruise spot of the day. I ran into Josh as I walked to class. I could tell he was a little embarrassed, but we chatted as if nothing happened the night before. It was funny to see girls in class flaunt over him trying to get into his pants, but he seemed to deflect them one by one. He gave me a wry smile and I told him to meet me after class. Class dragged on like you would not believe. The professor droned on and on. He finally wrapped up the class and thank god it was Friday. Josh sat at his desk talking football with one of the guys while he waited for me to make my way to his desk. He brushed off a few bimbo’s. As we made our way out of class. I asked him if he wanted some more of last night's fun, but nearly completely anonymously. He nodded. I said, “follow me!” When we got to the bathroom door where it all began for me. I gave him the lay of the land. I instructed him to take the center stall and if the person next to you taps their foot, that means they want a blowjob. Go from there. I could only hope Jake was already in there or would be here soon. I led Josh into the bathroom and pushed him towards the middle stall. I could see under the last stall that it was Jakes’s shoes under the divider. I had Josh right where I wanted him. I got into my stall and looked underneath and Jake was already tapping his foot and Josh was answering him. Jake was was on his knees in no time with his hung white cock under the divider and Josh was slowly jerking it and getting on his knees to suck him. I was halfway to accomplishing my mission. I had faith in Jake to close the deal. Josh may be the QB stud on the field, but behind closed doors he was just a Jock Twink. Jake had his cock Josh’s mouth, and Josh was really getting into it. He had his pants down around his ankle and was stroking his cock. I heard Jake invite him over to his stall for a more intimate encounter, but Josh hesitated. Jake spoke just above a whisper, “listen QB get your faggot ass in this stall now or else!” Josh did not need to hear anything else. He literally crawled under the divider to be with Jake. I heard some additional slurping from my vantage point. I could see Josh being bent over the toilet and Jake getting behind him. I knew my job was done. I had delivered my first gift to Jake and his crew and I had more planned. I could hear Jake fucking Josh and Josh was loving it. I could hear Jake use the same words on my Josh that he did to me like “gift”, “tainted” and finally “take my poz load QB slut”! Josh took it all. Never once questioning what it all meant. Jake spoke aloud asking if I was still there. I had moved over a stall to watch Josh take Jake’s special gift. He told me to bring QB Slut and be at his apartment within the hour. Josh tried to excuse himself, but a stern look from Jake shut him down. I knew what Josh had in store for him, and for myself I was of course looking forward to it. Jake smacked Josh on the ass, looked at me and left. Josh fingered his hole and licked his fingers clean of Jake’s gifted jizz. I offered to rim him. He nodded and I made my way over to his stall. He sat down on the toilet and lifted his legs. I got down on my knees and licked at his well fucked hole. Jake came a ton and I am sure I was getting a bit of Ty in there as well. Just then we heard the outer door open up and I had just enough time to get between the wall and the toilet so that it looked like only one person was in the stall. Our new visitor must have been a cruiser as well as he took the stall right next to us and within seconds he tapped his foot. I prompted Josh to tap back, but he shook his head no, but I persisted. Josh tapped back. From under the divider snaked a Latin python that was over 9inches long. Josh nearly dove head first onto it. I watched in awe as he tried to deep throat it. I had to have some of that. I joined Josh on his knees, and I heard the mexican guy gasp that there were two sluts sucking his cock. We gobbled his cock for a few minutes before he asked if we could take this little 3way someplace more private. I answered yes. I brought him to Jake’s More to Cum Love the hot chat email me Joey

Pozzed while Cruising 8 But Josh was going to be the starter. I had to get Ty to the apartment to convert him as well. Was he just fucking guys due to the lack of real pussy or was he really bi. Time would tell. Pozzed While Cruising 8 That night, I had one of the best night sleeps I think I have had in a long while. I leaked cum all over my sheets. I woke up the next day a sticky mess, but I loved it. I peeled my self out of my curusty bed thanking the gods of lustful sex my roommate was gone. He would never understand my wanton lust of cock, of poz cock. I trudged off to the shower to wash off the sex from the previous night. I had the shower to myself. So, I was in and out without incident. I got ready in my room. I was hoping to see Josh in class today and introduce him to Jake and some of his friends. I, also, had another guy in mind in another class, but my white whale would be getting Ty to crossover. I sat in my first class and my mind just wondered about my afternoon class. I even chubbed up at my desk as I daydreamed. As soon as class was over I went into the Union where I knew there was a cruisy restroom on the 3rd floor. I thought I would head there for some “lunch”. This spot was on the third floor down a long hall for banquets that anyone rarely used anymore. It felt that to be here you had a reason to be here or were up to something. I thought I was a bit of both. There was someone just ahead of me walking in the same direction. I could not make out anything about the guy but that he was tall and a bit lanky. I was a good 100 feet behind him. So he had plenty of time to get into the bathroom and get comfortable. When I walked in there were 4 stalls, 3 urinals and the first and third stall were taken. So, I did what any good cocksucker would do. I took the one in the middle. The first thing I noticed was the two large gloryholes on each side of the urinal. They were nearly big enough to put my hand through. I dropped my shorts and lightly tugged on my ever-hardening cock. So if they were looking they would get a good view of my cock and know what my intentions were. I sat down on the toilet. I looked to my right through the glorlyhole and there was a guy already on his knees sucking off another guy. So, I immediately panned left and there was a huge black cock poking through the hole just waiting for me. I leaned and started sucking his large cock. He spoke,”yeah, I knew you was a cocksucker the way you followed me in here.” I honestly wasn’t following him, but I sucked his thick dick a little harder to affirm his notion. Meanwhile, in the next stall. I was hearing a bit more shuffling. I could not turn my head to see, but what I heard led me to think the boy that was sucking is now about to get fucked. I pulled off my black monster to ‘catch’ my breath, but I wanted to peak in on the other stall. What I saw was Jake forcing his thick poz cock into a twink of a guy without a condom. I boned up a tad more. I heard the kid, the twink, ask for a condom, but Jake assured the kid that he trusted the kid was clean. He was only going to put the tip in. I chuckled as I leaned back in to serve the bbc before me, but he withdrew his log and knelt down to ask me to join him in his stall. I thought he wanted to fuck me, but instead he just did not want the wall between us anymore. I sat on the toilet and he proceeded to fuck me face for the next 5 minutes. I gagged, choked and coughed as he fusked my throat. He was ruthless with my mouth and throat. He announced he was going to cum. I pushed his cock deeper in my throat as cock pulsed and unloaded in my mouth and throat. Meanwhile, I could hear the twink grunt and take Jake’s hung tainted meat in his ass. I grinned to myself as my throat fucker told me he was here often. He’d like to see me again. I nodded and said anytime. I could hear Jake fuck the twink harder and quicker. From my limited experience with Jake, I could tell he was getting ready to cum. The twink asked him not to cum in him, but I knew that was not going to happen. I moved back over to my stall as my throat fucking bbc left me just istting there with a hard cock. I watched Jake bang away at the twink. He saw me watching from my stall. He flashed me a thumbs up. He gripped the twinks thighs, pushed his cock deep inside and came a huge toxic load. I could see the fear in the twinks face, but at the same time his cock erupted leaving a puddle on the floor beneath him. I sat back and thought about jerking my rock hard cock, but I chose to save it for my last class of the day. I was hoping to run into Josh and maybe Jake or one of the poz crew. “What does that tattoo mean?” I heard the twink ask Jake. “Oh, it is just biohazard tat, it means nothing, I just thought it was cool.’ I heard Jake replay. “But what about the plus sign?” the twink quizzed Jake. Jake just laughed and told the kind, “google it!” And then Jake opened the door and hustled out of the bathroom. The Twink looked at the hole and saw me watching. He put up his hand over the hole and I took that as a hint to leave. When I got outside, Jake was nowhere to be found. I had a good appetizer, but I was still hungry. So I went down to the Union main hall to grab some lunch. More to Come I love your hot feedback Reach out to me if you want to chat or more Joey

Pozzed while Cruising 4 We left the bathroom separately and chatted as we made our way across campus. He told me of all the cruising spots that he knew of on and off campus. I so wanted to ask him about his tattoos, but was scared to learn the truth. In his apartment We walked across campus and all I could think was his tattoos of the biohazard and the scorpion which I thought were a tad aggressive for a college kid. A preppy college kid at that. He was over 6 foot tall, sandy blond hair, had a magnificent cock and was well-muscled. I noticed both girls and guys would check him out as we made our way through campus. His shared apartment was just a block off of campus near a pretty popular sports bar. He made the joke that it was too bad that I was underage to get in to drink, but he smiled. I know a guy that will get you in though if you want it bad enough. I will admit as we walked and talked, I was hard just listening to him talk about whatever he wanted to. He was charming and affable, but that all changed the moment we got inside his apartment. We were both a little sweaty as he led me into his apartment that he obviously shared with another guy. I dropped my bag just to the side of the door and he tossed his bag in front of the TV. He undid his shorts, pulled out his stiffening cock and grabbed me by shoulders pushing me to my knees so that I was eye level to his cock. He fed me his 8 inch hard cock and in one swift motion I had him deepthroated up with my nose in his bush to the point I could smell the other kid’s ass in his bush. He fucked my mouth for just a quick few minutes before he led me on my knees to his bedroom. We were naked before we got to his bed with our clothes scattered about his apartment. He put me on all fours on the edge of his bed. I could feel his fingers explore my used hole. He chuckled when he realized I had a load in me. He began to eat my ass. I only had one other guy do that to me and that was an older guy when I was in high school. I loved it and I begged for more. I heard the outer door open. I asked him to shut the door to his bedroom, but he just slipped his cock into my now well-fucked hole. He bottomed out in me as I heard, what I assume to be his roommate, at the door. “New convert?” I heard a voice say from the doorway. As I heard clothes being taken off. “Yeah, I fucked him just yesterday in the Union, and he came back for more today after getting a load or two earlier.” my barebacker said emphatically. “HOT!!! Mind if I get some too?” he asked from the doorway, already naked and not waiting for an answer. The only reply he got was the guy fucking me pulled out and gave him access to my bare ass. Neither one caring what my answer was going to be. I never even saw the face of my of my new fucker, btut I knew he had a cock just as bigh if not a bit bigger than the first guy. Which I still do not know his name, but I guess I knew him well enough to let him fuck me twice. They took turns fucking me for the next 30 minutes edging themselves inside my ass. When one got close to cumming he would give the other another turn in my well fucked boi pussy. Meanwhile they had fucked the cum out of me once and I was hard again. They would spit on their cocks when I needed some lube, never once letting me off of my knees. They kept dropping hints like this one will be a good convert. The other’s will like him a lot, he will turn so many guys and convert them too. I was puzzled as to what they were referring to. They chatted as if I was not even in the room let alone fucking me. “I bred another freshman today”, the first fucker said, “right before I brought this slut home.” I heard them high-five each other as the other admitted to breeding someone in yet another bathroom in yet another building I did not know about. That is when the roommate grabbed my hips, plunged his cock deep in my used hole and flooded me with what I now knew to be his tainted seed. I could feel his cock expand and contract in my ass as he unload torrent of poz seed in my soon-to-be-if-not-already poz hole. Once he was done, the first guy took back over using his roommates cum for lube pounded my hole. I collapsed on the bed with his cock still buried deep in me as jackhammered away at me. I came again, getting off on being used like a common slut, the thought of being pozzed and being passed around to some other guys. I begged for his poz load for him to breed me and turn me out. He held his cock deep in me as he came letting his cum mix with his roommates. I was exhausted. I closed my eyes and fell asleep while my ass just began to leak their cum. One of them slid a butt plug into my ass to keep me from leaking. I dozed off while they went off and did whatever. I was awakened sometime later by a deep voice and a hand pulling the plug slowly out of my pussy. He told me Jake said I could have a turn and that you would not care. I rolled over onto my back and spread my legs and guided his thick long cock into my dripping cunt. More to Cum Love the Feedback Always open to chat and/or phone Joey

He rings the doorbell and knocks on the door of an unassuming house in a friendly neighborhood in a small city. Just as he did the door before, and the one before that. He was a door-to-door salesman in his mid 20's. Standing around 6ft tall, with an average body, having brown hair and brown eyes. He puts on a smile as someone approaches the door, He hasn't had much luck the past couple of months. The door opens to an elderly man, he appears to be in his 70s at least, thin gray hair on a receded hairline, liver stops, glasses, and hands moving in tremors. He wore slippers and a long robe, which didn't seem odd to the salesman as it was early evening. His managers and coworkers call men like this easy money. The salesman didn't like that but he was struggling. The older man was talkative and friendly and introduced himself as Bill. Bill consented to let the Salesman take a look at his home, first the outside as the sun wouldn't last, then inside to see if there were any renovations or damages that needed to be fixed. While inspecting inside and looking for any water damage he noticed a large collection of porn, it was all fairly modern. He also caught a glimpse of a small silver tray with some white residue on it. He snickered to himself as he had a coke tray at home too. He also caught a glimpse of several bongs, pipes, and bottles. He thought that he might have a younger person living here. The house was in incredibly good condition, but the salesman had to sell and as his coworkers said, men like Bill were easy money. So he asked Bill if they could sit and talk about his findings. Bill led him to the table and asked him if he would like anything to drink and offered, Water, Milk, tea, or wine. He chose tea and Continued conversation asking about his wife or kids. A bill came back with a glass of wine for himself and set the tea in front of the salesman he explained that he is a widower and lives alone. the salesman began to go over his findings, taking a drink from the tea he noticed it was a southern sweet tea. Bill, was very chatty while going over the findings, And halfway through he takes out a box rig vape, and starts vaping. Offering some to the salesman, who declines and finishes his tea. After he is done reporting and starts to try to sell Bill on some repairs that are less than critical. Bill offers the vape again. The salesman accepts this time wanting to come across as more friendly and outgoing to make the sale. As he takes a big rip It tastes like nothing he has ever had. He plays it off and continues his pitch. He takes another big hit before handing it back to Bill. Bill takes another hit and gets up and wants to confirm some of the water damage. As they get up to go look, the salesman is starting to feel warm and tingly, but also a bit slow. They get up to the room where he found the porn stash, pipes, and more. The salesman was feeling very warm and very horny now but still manages to tell Bill that its in the closet in the top corner. Bill opens up the closet revealing all the porn. Looking up to the spot indicated he agrees, then quickly asks if the salesman likes porn. The salesman has taken a seat on the bed because his head is spinning. Bill, notices and puts on a DVD. A hot redheaded pornstar appears on the TV getting gangland. the salesman knows who it is and expresses that she is one of his favorites. Bill agrees and tells him to make himself comfortable. The salesman noticed that he was touching himself and had been the entire time Bill watched him, Moving towards his stash of bongs and pipes he takes out a little water piper with a circular bowl and poured a bit of crystal in it. he brought it over to the salesman and put it in his mouth and then lit the bowl. Time and time again the salesman hit this pipe feeling more and more hot, dizzy, and horny. He had never felt this way and he was so hot he needed to get out of his clothes. At this point, it was too late for the salesman who took little to no persuading for sexual experiences he had never had or thought he would ever have as he was straight. I agreed to Bill sucking his cock, it felt amazing but in no time he went flaccid. Bill then started to kiss suck and lick his nipples, and worked his way down to sucking on his toes. After that went back up asking his guest to flip over and ate his asshole with extreme enthusiasm. The salesman was writhing in pleasure. Bill came up and lay on his naked body. and started whispering into his guest's ear caressing and rubbing his cock all over his ass. Bill's whispers rang true in his spinning head, he did like it, he did feel good, he did want to smoke more of that pipe, and it was only fair that he return the favor. After taking a big hit of the pipe bill blew the cloud onto his guest's cock and then sucked it, and expressed that he do the same. So with lungs full of smoke the Salesman gets ready, blows out a cloud, and puts the first dick he haver has had in his mouth and sucks. Bill's cock was big and thick but it did not get hard. As the salesman sucked, lost in the clouds of how horny he was. After a while Bill grabs his head and pulls him up for a kiss on the mouth, Thrusting his tongue deep inside his guest's mouth. Then he asks how his guest's asshole feels and if he has ever put anything in his ass. The salesman's asshole felt a way it had never felt before, hot, sensitive, Almost hungry. He had never had anything in his ass before, always felt repulsed by the thought, then Bill said he would show him. Bill gave him the pipe and then left to go grab something. As he inhaled He thought about how good this all felt and how he never thought he would do any of this being raised in the church. That thought made him even hornier. Bill came back with a douche and taught him how to cleanout. Even the feeling of warm water going into him felt so good. and when he was ready Bill had an assortment of Dildos and vibratos lined up on the bed. He showed him how to lube up and said that he would get it started. Grabbing a white vibrator with rounded balls increasing in size towards the base. The salesman was nervous, feeling the pressure of the head against his hot sensitive hole it felt good, almost calming. as the pressure slowly increased he felt immense, please. The little give as the dead of the vibrator popped inside left him with a pleasure he had never had experienced even with women. After the second ball was in all nervousness had faded and he craved more. After the 3rd ball went it he felt like this was right. Bill let him take over. He explored with that toy eventually working the whole thing down to the last ball into his ass, he was so lost in his pleasure he only kind of noticed the man in his 70s watching him stroking his cock, and handing him a bigger, anatomically correct dildo. The salesman took it and in not too long had worked the whole thing inside him noting how much more he liked this shape. he fucked himself and put on a real show for Bill. Bill stocking his cock and asked him question after question about if he liked everything so far. making his guest admit out loud to liking all of it, multiple times While he was all over him and even getting him to suck his cock again. The salesman was taken advantage of all night and when the sun finally rose Bill fell asleep, and the salesman was coming down. He was starting to feel ashamed and not quietly got dressed grabbed his stuff and snuck out. Over the next few days he hated himself for what happened, he thought about possibly reporting Bill. Later that week he realized Bill had filled out some paperwork for optional work. but he didn't turn it in. Three months later though, he found himself at Bill's door, A text on his phone asking if he could stay the night again. He was both disgusted with himself and wanting more. When Bill opens the door, he walks inside having no idea the journey he just started. Almost instantly Bill puts the pipe in his mouth and says "Cory, boys like you are easy money" This is based on my life events, but some details have been changed. So there is quite a bit more.

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First time I was ffisTed, I took a slam to get me in the zone. Kept saying “Please, Daddy, Fuck Me Harder. Fucking Rape Me, Daddy” over and over again. @versmetropig, hope you like having a verbal little piggy. I have a fucking filthy tongue when I’m flying (and especially when I’m encouraged to share my fantasies).

Fuck man, was just thinking about it and, as a bottom, one of the fucking hottest moments (and there are many) when I’m getting fucked is when the top passes that point where there’s no turning back and I know that load is going in me. Not quite at the orgasm but before, when his breathing gets heavy, or he starts warning me that he’s close. That moment I just think, “Fuck. This is it. It’s going to happen.” It’s so fucking intense to be on a ride that you know there’s no getting off of. At this point, I know he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. The breeding is imminent. Usually that’s when, depending on the position, I’ll either wrap my legs around him or reach around and grab his ass cheeks and make sure he’s not going anywhere. It’s my way of telling him that orgasm is happening in me and they train that’s coming down the track isn’t stopping, isn’t going anywhere else, but up my ass. Locking him in just before he enters his orgasm phase is so fucking hot because I know that once it starts there’s no way he can control himself and I’m not giving him anywhere to go but in me. There’s a lot of hot moments I enjoy but that’s one of the best, yeah, the moment between “I’m close” and the start of the orgasm where we’re both commiting to taking this all the way. It’s kinda like the moment he’s experiencing the orgasm is even hotter because you know the next part is involuntary and uncontrollable at that point. Once he’s feeling that electric wave of ecstasy of orgasm shoot throughout his entire body, the involuntary twitches and pumps that are about to occur as he floods my guts with his load are unavoidable and imminent.

Every president prior to Lyndon Johnson created an artificially limited selection pool - white men. No women or Blacks (or Hispanics, or anyone else) were considered. Moreover, for more than a century, it was an unwritten rule that there could only be one Catholic justice on the Court at a time, and it was well understood by all presidents and the Senates to whom they submitted nominees for confirmation that second or other Catholics would be rejected. For almost a century and a half, there was effectively a "no Jews" rule, and once that "rule" was broken, the same deal applied as for Catholics: no more than one at a time, with the remainder all Protestant (white men). Anyone who thinks that the pool of black women who could serve on the Supreme Court is too thin for consideration, or who think there's some sort of magic "you must be this qualified to ride this ride" measuring stick, is a fool. George HW Bush didn't select Clarence Thomas because he was "the best candidate" for the job; he picked him because he was the only Black judge with any conservative credentials. Ronald Reagan specifically promised to appoint a woman to the Court, at a time when women lawyers represented 8% of the legal profession and an even smaller percentage of the nation's judges.

There's a topic called, "About Bi-Sexuality ... Are you?" in the straight/bi forums that provides some insight why they have gay sex. Some as you've said are interested in only the cock, not the guy it's attached to or any other reason

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Went to Touch Sauna naked day in Swindon. Started quietly but picked up. Took 2 loads. 1st was in glory hole. Stuck my arse against the hole and let this nice curved price fuck and load me. 2nd was with a mature guy and his mate. He fucked me and his mate. Said he was about to cum and I asked him to do so in my hole. He did and it was a big juicy load. Mate then fucked me using the load for lube. Sadly because of an operation, the mate couldn't load my hole.

Now, since you feel emboldened to instruct us from your background (such as it may be) in political science, allow me to instruct you from my background as one holding degrees in various modalities of, as you put it, “simple English”. There is no such thing as a text with an absolute meaning. All texts are interpreted by the reader. That is the foundational premise of written language - it is the medium we use because we cannot read each other’s minds, and it is an imprecise means of conveying the content of one mind to another because it relies on symbols - which, by definition, are subject to interpretation. If texts bore independent and absolute meaning, if everything were completely literal, there would be no poetry. There would be no allegory, no metaphor, no parable. Yet the Bible, which some would hold up as immutable and absolutely interpreted as you do the Constitution, is replete with all of these. It must be, because if it were not, it would have ceased to be relevant to anyone’s life who wasn’t born in the Levant during the time in which it was written. The book is a living document because it can be interpreted to apply in many ways. Benjamin Franklin is dead. So is Thomas Jefferson. Indeed, all the Founding Fathers have been pushing up daisies for over two hundred years. We cannot ask them to clarify their thoughts on anything. They left us with a document meant to provide for the governance of a nation into a future the events of which they could not foresee; it had to be a document that could adapt to the times - that is, it had to be flexible, not rigid. It had to be something, therefore, that could be interpreted. You, yourself, interpret the document; you assign it meaning, and go a step farther - you presume to declare what the Founding Fathers intended, which of course you have no way of knowing except from what you interpret from their writings. But a literalist, minimalist interpretation of a text is still an interpretation, and still as subject to debate as any other interpretation. You would have it that the Constitution means a government that lets you do whatever you please with the absolute minimum of interference - but that is what you want it to mean. Others may not want it to mean the same, and might (and do) point to the same language to prove their point as you do yours. Why should your interpretation necessarily prevail? I am reminded of a newscast that was shown during debate over the Affordable Care Act of a man belligerently declaring how he thought the government should keep out of people’s lives, and said, “and they need to keep their hands off my Medicare.” Which, um…you see, sir… I won’t attempt to debate the role of the federal government with you; I was a federal Executive Branch employee for thirty years, and I have my own informed views about what government can, can’t, should and shouldn’t do, and have put up with more foolishness from uninformed citizens than anyone should have to. (A prime example: A belligerent citizen once told me, “Buddy, I’m a taxpayer and I pay your salary.” “I’m a taxpayer too, sir,” I replied, “and so do I.”)

Except that they don’t necessarily grow up, in the sense of ‘mature’. A person can get older and older, but never any more mature or any more wise, if life has been nothing but a relatively easy ride. What build character in an individual, what stimulates personal growth and advances maturity, is adversity. In nature, an organism only evolves and adapts when necessary, because that kind of change is biologically both expensive and risky. It’s done for the sake of survival in the face of an environment that is not ideally suited. It’s change, or die. While for a person it’s not that extreme, it’s still in our nature to resist change unless we have to. If we don’t have to, it can be all too easy to assume that we’re doing everything right, and gain an attitude accordingly. Frankly, I don’t expect most young people will start to “get it” until life knocks them on their ass a few times and they learn the meaning of sorrow, and loss, and disappointment. That’s when people grow up.

When. I lived in San Francisco for 14 years. I met a 22 yr old skinny black kid who had the biggest dick I've ever seen (or felt). He liked me because he liked mature men ("No one under 40"), I was nice to him (many weren't) and...I could take it..all of it! He let m.easure it, very close to a foot!. He was a slammer and when he did it got as hard as steel my. He could cum 3-4 huge loads back to back without stopping. He.was the first to point me. I only pointed with him twice; that night and 2 nights before I before I left the city for Austin, brought over a friend who only a little bit smaller than him. The first slam was very light, but #2 was epic. Pretty much nonstop from 7pm to 8am. I had to piss around 2-3am; when I turned around after I finished, there was a foot diameter lake of cum that had leaked out of my wrecked hole. I was SO sore the next day, still leaking cum, but it hurt SO good!

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

Cleveland here. Cum piss up my hole anytime!

I laid there in excasty wondering what would come next??? IT had been awhile until the next session with my leatherbrothers was able to be schedule. The wait was well worth it when I met the next member of our brotherhood Steve. Steve a dark haired Italian ,arrived at Mark's dungeon fully dressed in his black leathers which fit him like a second skin. I was already in the sling eager for another leather adventure with my POZ leather brothers Steve stood right in front of me staring into my eyes with his sinister grin which was turning me on just to look at him. A Adonis of a man at 6'4 built like a leather god. slowly he lean over me and began to twist my nipples . This was like a switch that turned my cock on giving me a raging hard on . Steve just smiled and moved closer to my hungry exposed asshole .I could feel his warm leather cod piece pressing against my hungry hole. Steve knelt down at my hole and began to blow at the opening which responded by twitching and opening and closing to his warm manly breath. He commanded me to push open my asslips as wide as I could . He then rimmed my hole along the edges and with each passing my hole began to open more and more to his probing tongue. Deeper and deeper his tongue was able to go that I never Knew were possible . Steve probing of my hole was bringing me almost to climax, but he warned me not to even think about shooting my load as he had other plans . Fuck this was driving me wild and seemed to make Steve just grin. He told me this was going to be a long and very satisfying encounter like done I had ever expericed before . Steve opened his cod piece exposing his 8 inch powerful POZ cock and let it just touch my moist wet gaping hole. He bent over me and as he twisted my nipples began to slowly bring his tongue in contact with my lips. His tongue enter my eager mouth and I could taste my ass juices on his tongue. Passionately we kissed devour each other and nibbling on each other's ears . Steve would whisper to me how wonderful it was to be in our leatherbrotherhood and how he was going to help me develop deeper and deeper into POZ sex . All of which made my cock and ass hole so much more hungry to receive his POZ cock and seed in all my hungry orafices . I knew I needed it deep in my mouth to savor and make out with Steve and to have him plant his seed deep in my asshole for a start.

Isn't that a beautiful sight? But why the fuck are you neg?

True

Part 27 　 I had no idea what Hank was talking about, but I didn't care at this point. I was fucking his ass and it felt incredible. I know he had been fucked before, and probably many times, but his hole was still tighter and silkier than any pussy I had ever had. I could feel his hole gripping my cock on every stroke. I knew it was not going to be long. I could feel the thrill of cum starting deep within my balls. I started to feel the build up and yelled, "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum! Going to fill your ass full of my hot cum!" He yelled, "yeah, boy, do it! Get rid of the last of your pure cum in me!" Then I felt it, the surge of my cum flowing up out of my balls and then up the shaft of my cock and spraying his insides, throbbing harder than I ever remember. It was fantastic and I thought I would never stop spewing it out. Finally it stopped and I collapsed on him. Both of us breathing hard. Then he was whispering to me, "Damn, boy, that was so good. Didn't I tell you how good cumming deep in an ass was? The best feeling there is. I want to show you, now and seed your hole like you did mine and show you what you have been missing." I was in total bliss as we lay there kissing and catching our breath. I was looking him in the eyes as he said that. I hesitated for a few seconds and then nodded. I couldn't speak or I might have said no and I wanted, at this point, to feel what he was talking about. He did not give me any time to change my mind. Hank rolled us over so I was on my back and he climbed on top of me. He was kissing me deeply and then lifted my legs up and put them over his shoulders. I was almost upside down. He did not break our kiss and I felt his hand at my hole and then his fingers entered me in one hard rough thrust. He twisted them around as he ground his lips against mine, stifling any sound I could make, and I felt his fingers ramming in and out of my hole. Then he leaned back a little and as his fingers drove in and out of me a few more times, I almost screamed as I felt his fingernails drag hard on the out stroke. It was painful as hell and the last time, I started to definitely yell, when his lips dropped onto mine stifling it and cutting me off as his fingers roughly were pulled out of my ass. It felt like he had drug my whole insides out with them. Then with hardly any time between, I felt his cock at my hole and it was driving into me. He didn't even go slow, but drove it deep into me in one hard plowing thrust. It was too much, too fast, and I gasped and froze in place. I was pinned down in this position and could do nothing but clamp my ass and groan. He let his lips come away from me then and whispered, again, "sorry about the speed and force, but I didn't want to take a chance you would change your mind. Now, your ass is going to be mine." As he said that, he started to fuck me hard, no, he started to assault my hole hard. He went from 0 to 100 in nothing flat. He was driving into me with such force I could not get a breath. He soon had me about as upside down as I could be, with my ass pointed straight up and he was basically pile driving my ass with my own cock pointed right in my face. His hands were on my shoulders, pressing down and I could not move. The pain was fading though to be replaced by pleasure. I was gasping now. He said quietly, "yeah, boy, your hole is like velvet. I love a hardly used hole. I am going to plant my seed so deep in you you will be converted for sure tonight. My HOT seed will change you forever. You will remember this night all the rest of your life." His onslaught kept on and on and soon the pleasure turned to ecstacy and I could not think of anything else but that piston driving in and out of me. He kept up a steady talk, most of which I didnt understand and the way I was feeling I didn't care about. He was saying, "your ass is so good. Gonna breed you and make you pregnant with my fertile seed. You will be one of us now." He kept this up, over and over, and I found myself almost yelling, "give it to me! fuck me! fuck me! fuck me! Blow your hot cum in me! I need it so bad! OMG, it is fantastic!" He kept it up for a good, I am sure, 20 minutes or more. Then he was saying something quietly and I almost couldn't hear it, "your hole is so good. I can feel it starting to pull the cum out of me. It is going to blow soon. You are going to get every drop of my toxic load in you. I can tell this will be a big load and I am going to grind into the walls of your ass so it takes hold." Another 5 or 6 minutes later and he looked me in the eyes telling me, "look into my eyes deep. I want to see how much you love this when I charge you up with my 'viral? load. I wasn't understanding, but I wanted him to fill me, I needed it so bad now. Then his movements started to become jerky and I knew he was ready to cum. All at once, he drove into me one last time, hard and grinding and yelled, "I'm cumming now. Giving you my hot hot hot AIDS cum now!" Before I had time to actually digest what he had said, I felt his cock throbbing in me and his cum spraying my insides. My own cock started to spray at the same time and being right over my face, I without realizing it, opened my mouth and took my load down my own throat. Hank ground and ground into me and I didn't think either of us was going to stop cumming. Then it was over and as I was coming down from that high, it hit me what he had said. My eyes popped wide open and I was stunned speechless. Did he say what I thought he had said? He was looking me right in the eyes as that dawned on me. He kind of nodded and said, "you heard what I said didn't you? Now you really know what a conversion party is. You are going to convert all right, to having HIV. I could only lay there shocked beyond belief at what I had let happen. Before I could get my mind wrapped around that, Hank was slowly fucking my ass again as his cock was still hard. I could not move. I was frozen in place as he again, started a good pace and he said, "you are so hot, I will not last any time at all this time." With that he drove into me one last time hard and I could feel his cock throb again as he unloaded another load of his HIV cum into me. It hit me then and I found myself sobbing. What the hell had I done? What do I do now? Hank rolled us to our sides and held me close trying to soothe me, kissing my tears away and crooning softly to me, "you will be ok. I think I love you and want you with me forever." I had no answer as my mind was completely blank and then I fell asleep in his arms.

4. "That was never a question," TJ said. "Of course he's going to take it all. Just shove it in. He's gonna have to get used to it anyway." The stranger pushed harder, forcing several more inches of his fat rod into my ass. I struggled to accommodate him. His cock was thicker than I expected, and my hole was screaming for relief. "Oh yeah," the stranger said. He pulled his cock out slightly, teasing me with the prospect of relief, before pushing it back in even deeper. TJ handed me a bottle of poppers. I unscrewed the cap and I inhaled, like a drowning man to a life ring. Even so, the long seconds it took the poppers to hit me felt more like an entire lifetime. Each moment was an eternity as the stranger opened me up and filled me with his cock. Finally, the warm waves of poppers started to wash over me. The angry pain from his penetration abated and I started to feel the pleasure of getting fucked. He had a beautiful cock and it was hard and stiff and erect. The stranger was not afraid to use it to its full potential. He stabbed it in me, deep, lancing strokes that left little doubt about who was the top and who was the bottom. "First fuck of the night?" TJ asked. "Yeah," the stranger said. "Need to get my head clear." "Found the right place," TJ said. He handed the stranger the pipe again. The stranger casually pushed his dick deeper into me. It was a minor move for him, but left me gasping. "Take it like you're supposed to," TJ told me. He reached under and squeezed my balls. It was nothing compared to what he had done at the glory holes, but it was still more than I had ever bargained for. "Oh fuck yeah," the stranger said. "Fucking milk that dick." As TJ squeezed my balls, I clenched up. I realized that included my ass as well. "Tighten that hole." "Wanna feel something really good?" TJ asked. "Hell yeah," the stranger said. "Hit that pipe, and you'll find out," TJ replied. I heard the hiss of the torch and just barely, over the non-stop dance music, the sound of the stranger inhaling from the glass pipe. "Don't take a pussy hit," TJ said. "Better not," the stranger said. He exhaled his hit; if that was a pussy hit, I didn't want to see what a real hit was. From him alone, the room had gotten noticeably cloudier. "One more." "Make it good," TJ said. "And hold it until I tell you." The torched hissed again. This hit was longer. "That's it," TJ said, encouraging him. The stranger had slowed down fucking me; the strokes were deep and steady. I took the opportunity to do another hit from the brown bottle. This was clearly only a brief respite from his fucking. "Yeah, Mark," TJ said. "Good hit from the poppers for you." TJ turned his attention back to the stranger. "Good hit?" "Mm-hm," he muttered. He let the torch go out, and inhaled the last of the thick clouds. "Hold it until I tell you," TJ said. He still had a hand wrapped around my balls, but mercifully, had stopped squeezing. "Cool?" The stranger must have nodded because for a few moments, there was just the noise from the club; a man grunting in pleasure a few rooms over, and the music. "And you, Mark," TJ continued. "You do a good hit from your poppers." The few short hours I had been around TJ were more than enough for me to learn that I needed to follow instructions. I inhaled deeply from the brown bottle, letting the familiar chemical scent fill my lungs. It would take a few seconds before I felt the effect, but the anticipation was already pushing me forward. "That's it," TJ said. "Nice hit of poppers. And hold it as well." I held the hit. I thought it would be just a few seconds, but time stretched out. With my head in the clouds, it was hard to tell what was a second, a minute or an hour, so I just allowed the stranger to pound my hole as I let the poppers launch me further into the dark spaces of sex. "That's good," TJ said. "Now, Mark, you exhale. And now," he continued, turning to the stranger. "You exhale." I looked back just in time to see the clouds start to emerge. But, at that moment, TJ clenched his fist around my balls, squeezing as tight as ever. I gasped in pain as the torture spread across my body. "FUCK YEAH," the stranger grunted and slammed his cock deep into me. "MILK MY DICK," he continued. I was still gasping for breath even as TJ was tightening his grip around my balls. "That's it," he mumbled, now totally lost in the pleasure of fucking me. "Take my dick. Make it feel good. Fucking dripping in you." "Yeah," TJ said. "That's your hole to use." I was still gasping, contorting my body to find relief. But, around the two fixed points of TJ's hand on my balls and the stranger's cock in my ass, there was no way to make it any better. "And it sounds like Mark's having fun too." I shook my head, hoping that TJ would see and soften his grip. "Careful what you wish for," TJ said to me, then released his hold. I thought the relief would be quick and decisive. But TJ's warning was accurate. As the blood rushed back into my balls, the pain only got more intense. Not only that, the stranger was slamming his cock into me. Every bit of his thick, dark brown cock is sliding up and down, along my asshole, and coating me with his thick Latino pre-cum. "Maybe a break," I managed to mutter. I wanted a minute to sit down and clear my head. I wanted to think about what it meant to have taken a Hispanic cock up my ass. I wanted to have fun, yes, but I needed to find something cleaner. Something better. Under the influence of the drugs, my mind was racing jumping from thought to thought. Maybe a hot white guy would fuck me. A clean white cock, sliding up my ass. That would be good. That would be the right thing for an Aryan like me. But suddenly, my mind was focused. The pain had returned, and it gave me everything I was able to think about. "No," TJ said. "I don't think so." He stopped squeezing my balls, but the pain was still just as intense. "My man here. Getting so close to giving you his nutt. You're going to take it." He gently stroked my balls. They were tender and sore from his abuse. "Now, he's gonna do another hit of Miss Tina, you're gonna do a big huff of your poppers, I'm gonna fucking squeeze hard, and god damn, magic's gonna happen." The stranger laughed. "Fuck yeah," he said. "Fucking magic." I swallowed, hard. "Magic," I said, and unscrewed the top of the poppers. Sometimes, inhaling poppers seems to take hours, each moment a bit of pleasure. Unfortunately, this time, it seemed like only a brief second of relief. The stranger was hitting the pipe again, and TJ adjusted his grip on my balls. The two of them were gearing up for a battle, and unfortunately, my hole was the enemy to be defeated. "Hold it," TJ said, to both of us. As commanded, I held my breath, anxiously waiting for the inevitable squeeze of TJ's hand around my tender ball sack. This must be how a condemned man felt waiting for his execution. "Good?" TJ asked the stranger. "Hell yeah," he said, exhaling his hit. Even before the stranger finished his utterance, TJ tightened his grip, harder than before. The pain shot out from my groin, across my stomach and through my chest. I gasped, exhaling the poppers, and clenched my muscles. "Oh, FUCK YES," the stranger grunted, slamming his cock into my now tight, clenched hole. "Use him. Breed him," TJ said, now pulling my balls as well. I was in my own hell. The poppers and drugs were not helping the white pain in my balls. If anything, they were making it worse. "Take my fucking cock," the stranger grunted, slamming his steel shaft into my tender hole. "Take every fucking inch." "Come on," TJ muttered. "Breed him good." "FUCK," the stranger exclaimed, sinking his dick into me one last time. Even through the clouds of drugs and pain, I felt his shaft throb and the spurt of his Latino cum shoot into my hungry hole. "Take it, faggot," the stranger grunted as another jet coated my guts. "Fuck yeah," TJ said. "Breed that white hole." He squeezed my balls once more, and I responded by clenching my ass. "Milk his brown dick." "GOD DAMN," the stranger said, as several more spurts of thick cum landed inside of me. "That's what I fucking needed." His breath was rapid and deep, as he pushed his dick back into me one last time. I felt it push the load deeper into my hole. The last few drops of cum dribbled out as he recovered from the intensity of his orgasm. "Good start to the night, huh?" TJ said. He had finally released his grip on my balls. I was panting, trying to focus and keep my mind from launching off into a hundred different directions. "Hell yeah," the stranger replied. His cock was starting to soften, and he pulled it out. "Gonna be hard to beat that hole," he said, giving my ass a slap. All I could think of was how I was suddenly empty and how badly I needed a dick back in me. The stranger got off the bed, and quickly wrapped his towel back around his waist. "Thanks," he said to TJ. "That was just what I needed." "No problem," TJ said. With that, the stranger went into the dark hall, leaving TJ and I alone in the room. "Bet you need another dick up there, don't you?" TJ said to me. I was still in a daze, my balls aching and the stranger's load slowly soaking into my body. Involuntarily, I nodded in agreement. "I know your type," TJ said, as he sat down on the bed, and leaned back. "Why don't you give my dick some mouth love," he said. I turned around and got in a better position; I was between his muscular black legs, on my knees, my face right in his groin and my ass up in the air. As I got into position, I realized that my ass was facing the door; anyone walking by could see my used hole, but I wouldn't be able to see them. I looked up at TJ. "Yeah," he said. "You're gonna get fucked by whoever walks by." He put his hand on the back of my head, and pressed me down onto my cock. "Now, take care of my dick." I didn't have an option. I opened my mouth and let his black shaft penetrate me. I always had doubts about taking dick like I did. It was perhaps the penultimate betrayal of my race, and now I had gone and done the last and final betrayal. But yet, it felt strangely natural, almost easy to be sucking on TJ's black shaft. Although, it was only easy in a mental sense. The size and weight of his shaft presented obvious physical challenges to sucking him off. But I did my best, opening my mouth wide and slowly working his engorged cockhead into my mouth. "That's it, faggot," he said. "Fucking make my dick feel good. That's what you're here for." Even though I understood the words all too perfectly, I still found some comfort in them. They meant that for the next few minutes, I didn't have to make decisions. I didn't have to worry about what I was doing, and could revel in the cock in front of me. It didn't matter that the man I was sucking off was a nigger. It didn't matter I had just let a brown nigger cum in my hole. All that mattered was the dick in front of me. I could enjoy a brief moment of color blindness, and convince myself it was just a dick, neither black nor brown nor white. Right as TJ's shaft started to tickle the back of my throat, he shifted slightly. "Like what you see?" he said, directed at someone obviously standing in the doorway. "Fuck yeah," another voice said. I started to turn to see who was there, but TJ put his hand back on my head and held me in place. He leaned in to my head. "Stay on my dick, faggot. I didn't tell you to stop." I stopped trying to look, and instead swallowed slightly. It was just enough for his dickhead to slide into my throat. "Oh yeah," TJ moaned, then returned his attention to the new stranger. "He's lubed and ready," he said. The stranger stepped over to me. He pressed his unfamiliar fingers against my ass. They were callused, like he had spent years working outdoors, and thick. I wondered if it was a preview of what his cock was like. "Fuck yeah. Bareback?" the stranger asked. "Of course. Breed him," TJ said. He leaned into me. "Do a hit of your poppers. Then take both of us. I want you to go all the way down on my dick." I nodded, and held the bottle under my nose. I inhaled deeply, hoping the warmth of the drugs would help me not mind what I was about to do. As I inhaled, I could feel the stranger line his cock up with my hole. I could tell the stranger was uncut. His dick was definitely hard, but there was the unusual softness to it as well that was the hallmark of a foreskin. I had always been fascinated by uncut guys, ever since my father told me how the Germans never circumcised their sons. I wondered if I was getting fucked by a German man. "Ready?" the new stranger asked. I put down the poppers and screwed the top back on. I nodded; my mouth was already full of TJ's cock, and I wasn't able to say anything other than a muffled grunt of pleasure. "He's always ready," TJ said, answering for me. "By the way, I'm TJ." "I'm Jose," the stranger that I now knew as Jose replied. I also realized he had a thick Mexican accent. I had my throat filled with a black cock, and was seconds away from getting my ass filled by another Latino dick. "Oh yeah," he grunted as he pushed his dick into my ass. As his shaft slid into me, his foreskin peeled back, exposing his hard cockhead to my ass. I wondered if he could feel how well-used it already was and if he would care. "Use it," TJ grunted, as I shifted slightly to accommodate Jose's dick. Like his fingers, his dick was thick and meaty. It wasn't as long as the first stranger, but it was a lot thicker. My ass was getting slowly stretched out; I wondered what it would be like when TJ finally fucked me. "Right on," Jose said. "Damn nice hole." He had gone from zero to full-on in just a few seconds, and was now pistoning in and out of me. As he got in deeper, he must have felt the load already up there. "He already been bred?" "Yeah," TJ said. "And swallowed a few loads too." "Fucking slut," Jose muttered under his breath. He was slamming his cock into me, each stroke pushing his brown dick deeper in my guts. "Fucking dirty slut," he muttered. I realized he was getting close. "Cum hungry slut." "Breed him," TJ said. "That's what he needs. What he deserves." "Fuck," Jose grunted, and pushed his cock into me. His orgasm wasn't a sudden explosion of cum, but rather a long steady dribble of his thick spooge. Rather than injecting it deep into me, he used every inch in diameter of his dick to spread his seed all over my ass. Like a white washer, he coated me with his hot Latin cum. "Thanks man," he said, as he pulled out. Before I even realized what had happened, he had wrapped the towel back around his waist, and had left the room. "You ever see him?" TJ asked, as the door rebounded off the frame, coming to rest about a third open. His dick was still deep in my throat, so all I could do was shake my head back and forth. "Damn, that's hot," TJ said. "You taking some thick Mexican cock there, and never even get to see who it was." I focused on the cock buried in my throat. Gagging on the shaft was, honestly, easier than thinking about anything that had happened to me over the past few hours, including two Latinos fucking my hole and injecting their cum into me. I tried to look around, but between TJ's cock in my throat and his hand on my head, it was hard to move my head. "Don't worry," TJ said. "All you need to think about is my cock." He pushed me down further on his shaft and I had to force myself not to gag. I did what TJ told me to do, and concentrated on giving him the best head he had ever had. There were a few satisfied moans from the black man as I worked my way closer to the base of this dick. "Come on in," TJ said after a few minutes. I realized that the door was still open. I wondered how many men had wandered by and seen me, white ass up the air, throat stuffed with nigger dick. "He gets fucked too?" the newest stranger asked. "Hell yeah," TJ said. "And you can put that away. He doesn't get fucked with a plastic bag." "Right on," the stranger said. I heard the crinkle of plastic as the stranger tossed a condom away. "He also taking part in that?" I was able to glance up just enough to see that TJ had picked up the glass pipe. "Yeah," TJ said. "You?" "Of course," the stranger said. "Just makes me pretty crazy." "Not a problem," TJ said. He handed over the pipe and torch. "That's just what Mark needs tonight." "I'm Demitri," the stranger said. The accent was hard to place, but it was thick, and it took me a moment to realize he had introduced himself. At least, like the previous guy, I knew his name. It would have been more difficult if he had been completely anonymous like the first one. "TJ," TJ said. "Nice name, Demitri. And a nice dick. Where are you from?" he continued. "Greece," Demitri replied. "Athens," he said. Demitri lit the torch and started to heat the bowl. As he waited for the crystal to melt and smoke, he lined his cock up with my hole. Like the previous two men, his dick was already hard and ready to fuck. Also like the previous two men, his dick was thick and uncut. "Fuck, that's what I need," Demitri said as he exhaled the hit. "Then do another," TJ said. "First things first," Demitri replied, and pushed his cock into me. There was barely any lube on his dick, but by that point, I hardly needed it. I had two thick loads already inside me. That was more than enough to grease Demitri's cock as it slid into my guts. "That's also what I needed," he said as his cock found a warm pool of cum buried in my ass. I grunted. Once more, I had no choice in the matter. I was going to take this dick, regardless of the length, width or color of the shaft. In the fog of the drugs, it didn't matter as much. I could feel how hard TJ's cock was, still deep in my mouth and throat, and Demitri's dick was just as stiff. It was clear that these men were having a good time, and that I was why they were enjoying themselves so much. It made the debasement a little bit better. "Fuck, this hole is nice," Demitri said. "I can feel the cum already up there." "You should add yours to the collection," TJ said. "Of course," Demitri said. "But there's something to do now." The torch hissed as he started to heat up the glass pipe. I wondered how much was left in the pipe. It was embarrassing to admit, but I didn't want to stop getting fucked. I hoped that there was enough left to keep Demitri happy. "Big hit," TJ said. "You definitely look like you need another one." Demitri was silent in response. I could just hear him sucking down on the pipe, letting his lungs fill up with the thick clouds. I wondered just how crazy he got when he was high. My mind raced at what he might want to do to me. I felt a slight twitch of my dick, as the blood started to flow after the booty bump. Of course, the blood was also flowing to my balls; they were still sore from TJ's attack. Hopefully, Demitri's definition of crazy did not involve ball abuse. "Damn, that's good shit," Demitri said. "Isn't it?" TJ replied. "My source is impeccable." The torch was hissing again. Demitri was doing a third hit. His dick was also sliding in and out of me. Each stroke pushed the accumulated spooge deeper into my me, making these men a permanent part of my body. TJ leaned down, his lips against my ear. He paused for a moment, then whispered, "Greek," he said. "Swarthy dark skin. Hairy. Another color for your collection." "Damn," Demitri said as he exhaled the third hit. It was thick; thick enough that I was worried the smoke detector might go off. "Here you go." "Barely can see it in the clouds," TJ said. "That's how you get your head in the game." He reached up and took the tools from Demitri. As soon as Demitri's hands were free, he grabbed my waist, and used the leverage to pound his dick into me. "Fuck him as hard as you want." "You know I will. Fucking destroy this ass." Although he had started slow, he was now pounding my ass with a tweaker's passion. He was living in the intense, pleasurable moment of the now, where the only thing that mattered was his own pleasure. Unfortunately for me, his most direct path to pleasure went right through ass. Or, as I was suddenly aware, my increasingly well-used ass. I had been a regular at the bathhouse for a while. But I had been relatively restrained, especially compared to the stories I read online. I'd smoke a bit of tina, get in the mood, then find two or three white, preppy guys to fuck me. That would be an entire night, and often part of the morning for me. However, an entire night of partying and playing had just been compressed into less than an hour, and the night showed no sign of ending. "It's here for you to use," TJ said. I pushed back against Demitri's cock, getting another inch or so of his shaft in my ass. The change in position also let me glance up at TJ. He had the glass pipe in his mouth, and was heating the bowl. "You need to get in the mood as well," Demitri said. "Looks like your dick can do some serious damage." "It can," TJ said, as he exhaled his hit. "Serious fun too." He started to suck on the pipe once more. The two men were egging each other on, pushing themselves ever higher. Despite the booty bump I had done, I wanted to join them. The tina was the only way I was able to understand the night. "Maybe one for him?" Demitri asked, slamming his cock into my hole. "The faggot?" TJ asked. "Sure." He grabbed my head and pulled me up. I was staring into his face; his eyes were wide and he was smiling; it was clear just how high he had gotten over the past few hours. "Ready, cocksucker?" he asked me. I nodded. I was enjoying the ability to breath normally again now that TJ's thick black shaft was no longer buried in my throat. "Yeah," I managed to croak. My throat was sore, and I worried that the tina clouds would only make it worse. "Good," TJ said. He stuck the pipe in my mouth and carefully held the torch under it, making sure not to burn himself or the drugs. "Big hit for me, faggot." "Fuck, that's hot," Demitri said. Mind of the exposed flame and the hot glass, he had slowed down his ass-pounding. But I was intensely aware of just how hard his cock was and each twitch and spasm as the pre-cum dripped out of him. "Fuck," he muttered again. "Don't stop," TJ said, forcing more of the drug on me. "It's turning Demitri on." "Hell yeah," Demitri muttered. There was a steady stream of pre-cum dripping from his dick, lubricating and magnifying even the smallest of his movements. "Fucking hot." "That's good," TJ said. "Now hold it until Demitri tells you to exhale." He smiled. He knew what he was saying and the fate it was condemning me to. "All yours," he said to Demitri. I braced myself against TJ's body. He was hot, with the glistening coating of sweat I expected from a tweaker in the middle of a meth session. As soon as I had steadied myself, Demitri attacked. He used all of his muscles to force his cock deeper into my ass. It was intense, and I had to focus to keep from exhaling the cloud. "God, this is good," Demitri said. "Feel every fucking raw inch of your hole. Fucking making it mine." "Pound it," TJ said. "Fucking pound it, breed it, and mark it as yours." Demitri executed TJ's demand perfectly, slamming his dick in and out of me. I gasped a few times, but mercifully, no clouds escaped. "Breed him." "Fuck yeah," Demitri said. "Oh fuck yeah." Each stroke had been noticeably more intense than the one before, and it was clear he was getting close. "Fuck man, show me that cloud." I was more than happy to oblige, and exhaled. The hit had been intense, and the cloud matched. "Hot fucking tweaker bottom. Taking my dick." He pulled out and just the tip remained in me. "Taking my load." He slammed back into my hole, and held it there. "Taking MY LOAD," he grunted, each word marked by a whole-body spasm that meant he was unloading his spooge into my hole. "TAKING MY LOAD," he said again, right as I exhaled the last of the cloud. I had taken another load from another ethnic stranger. "Oh damn," Demitri said, as he collapsed on top of me. His chest was hairy, and it scraped against my back. "Fuck that was good," he said. "You cum in the faggot?" TJ asked. "Yeah," Demitri said. "Right on. That's what he needs." "Thanks for the clouds," Demitri said, as he pushed himself back up and pulled his cock from my ass. "And that sweet hole." I turned my head and finally got a look at him. Dark skin. Hairy chest. Glistening cock, still slightly hard. I wanted to get down on my knees and clean it off for him, but before I could, he wrapped a towel around it, and stepped back into the dark hallway. "You need another hit from the pipe," TJ said.

3. Really, I had no choice. Not only had I told TJ I would suck the next cock, but there was the fundamental compact of the glory hole I had to remember. I had assumed the position as the cocksucker. It was my job to suck. It was not my job to pick and choose between different men. Each one deserved their blowjob and each one deserved their orgasm. Even a black man deserved it. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and began to lick the cockhead. It was salty with sweat and as I licked, a bit of pre-cum dribbled out. "That's what I expect from you, cocksucker," TJ said, as I took more of the head into my mouth. I didn't want TJ to see me here and to know how easy it was for me to debase myself and lower myself to the point of sucking off a black man. TJ still felt like a special case. Despite, or maybe because of, the color of the stranger's skin, the knowledge he was black helped calm me down as his shaft penetrated my mouth. As the stranger's dick grew and hardened, it was clear he wasn't going to be as big as TJ. But it was still more than enough to be a mouthful. "Do a hit of your poppers," TJ said. "And all the way down." I held the brown bottle under my nose and inhaled deeply. The sweet chemical scent filled my lungs and the warm waves of relaxation swept over my body. My throat opened up in response, and the black man's cock slid into it. Although it was not as thick as TJ's shaft, it was still big enough to press against my windpipe and made it difficult to breathe. I fought back the urge to gag and choke on it. "Don't fight it," TJ said. "So fucking hot to hear you gag on that black dick." He was still stroking his cock, and I felt him twitch each time I made a gagging noise. Even though I wanted to watch TJ, my focus had to remain on the cock in front of me. The stranger wanted release now, and despite my misgivings, I had signed up to be the man to give him that release. I did another quick hit of poppers, which wiped the last of my concerns from my mind. I pressed my lips against the base of the stranger's cock and the entire length of his shaft slid into my mouth and throat. It was cocksucking reduced to its essential features: mouth and dick. The stranger moaned, and the steady drip of pre-cum increased. "Take his load," TJ said. "Just like you said you would." My lips were pressed again the base of the stranger's dick and my throat was massaging his cockhead. From my position, I could tell just how close the black man was to cumming. In a few seconds, I would have no choice but to swallow the load. It would be the penultimate humiliation, to swallow a black man's load. There was only thing worse of course, and that would be to let a black man cum in my ass. The stranger's breathing was getting faster as were the thrusts of his cock. It was also getting harder for me to stay in position. Every fiber of my self was screaming at me not to allow myself this humiliation. It was a choice. I wasn't a perfect Aryan, but I was certainly better than the nigger at the glory hole. It was suddenly too easy to think of him using those charged words. My internal struggle must have exposed itself, because TJ continued speaking, his lips right against my ear. "Don't even dream of pulling off. If you do, you will regret it." He kept on stroking his cock with one hand, but the other one reached down for my balls, and grabbed them. "Make my brotha happy," he said, giving my testicles a squeeze. I tried not to wince; teeth against cock were not a good combination. Even as my balls screamed, I kept on nursing his shaft, coaxing him towards release. I held the bottle of poppers under my nose and inhaled deeply. As the warm rush rolled over my body, I remembered the first time I had really seen a black man. We were on vacation, and we had gone to a grocery store. A black man was on his knees, scrubbing the floor. I was staring, and when we were just barely out of earshot, my dad turned to me. "That's a nigger, son," he said. "And he's doing what he was meant to do. On his knees, making our world better." Now it was me who was serving the black man. "Keep on sucking him," TJ said, his hand still grasping my balls. "Make him happy." I didn't want to be here anymore. I didn't want to be leaning against a plywood partition in the sleaziest sex club in the city, sucking off an anonymous black guy. I didn't want TJ squeezing my balls, making sure I swallowed the black guy's load. I didn't want the certain knowledge that TJ and I would go back to the room where TJ would fuck me. The poppers were wearing off, and I was suddenly conscious of what I had gotten myself into. It was at the exact same moment of clarity that the stranger reached orgasm. His cock pulsed and a spurt of cum hit the back of my throat. All I could think was that I was eating a black man's cum. A nigger's cum. I started to pull off; I couldn't stand that I was letting myself be so completely lowered by his orgasm and his cum. "No you don't," TJ said, and he squeezed my balls tightly. Pain radiated out from my groin. If I pulled off, the pain was only going to get worse. But, if I let another drop of cum into my body, I was going to be forever marked. Basic self-preservation battled with self-worth long enough for another jet of cum to travel down the stranger's cock. This time it landed in my mouth, spreading across my tongue. His cum was bitter and salty and had the acrid tang I associated with heavy drug users. It was the prompt I needed, and I jerked my head back, pulling off his cock, right as it discharged another volley of jizz. This one landed in my eye. I blinked, but the damage was already done. It would take a while before the burn fully developed, but for the next few days, it would be a reminder of how I had debased myself. There were two more quick spurts, both landing on my face. The hot cum burnt my face, but it was nothing compared to the pain radiating from my balls. As soon as I had pulled off, TJ had squeezed hard. As the cum started to drip down my cheek, the stranger pulled back with an audible grunt of disappointment, and wrapped the towel back around his waist. I reached up to try to wipe the cum from my eye. Only then did TJ release my balls but it was just to slap my hand down. "What the fuck you think you did there?" There was no relief for me. The cum was really starting to burn, and the blood rushing back into my testicles hurt more than TJ's squeeze. I forced my hands back to my side, fighting the urge to wipe off my face. TJ reached down and slapped my balls hard. I gasped, letting a bit of the jizz drip into my mouth. "Let's go back to the room," he said. His voice was flat, unemotional. It would have been better if he were angry. I grabbed my towel, but TJ motioned me to give it to him. "You haven't earned that yet." He slapped my balls one more time, the hardest yet, and I grunt in pain, almost doubled over. He ignores my agony, steps out of the cubicle. "Follow me," he says. I follow, the cum burning my eyes and dripping down my face, my balls throbbing in pain, and my cock a small, soft tina-tool. I tried to remember earlier, walking to the glory hole, almost proud of getting TJ hard. I didn't know what had changed. Maybe it was the difference between knowing what a perfect specimen TJ was and the utter uncertainty of the glory hole or maybe it was the first booty bump starting to wear off. In either case, it was hard for me to meet anyone's eye and it was hard for me to focus on anything but TJ's feet guiding me inexorably to the small room. "Open it," he said. I fumbled with the keys, but opened the door. "Go in. Kneel down like a faggot should." There was no arguing with his commands; I knelt down on the floor. I wondered the last time it had been mopped; there was some grit against my knees. TJ closed the door and sat down in front of me. I looked up just enough to see his legs spread, his impressive manhood erect and thick between them, and his balls hanging down, heavy with cum. I brought my hand up to wipe off my face but TJ stopped me. "Not yet, cocksucker," he said. "Hands behind your back." I did it. TJ picked up the pipe and the lighter. He heated it up and did a slow hit from it. I dared to raise my eyes a few times, but TJ barely acknowledged me. His attention was focused on the pipe, the careful ritual of smoking, and the pleasure it was bringing him. He grunted as he put the pipe down. I looked up and he shook his head, the disappointment obvious. But he did not say anything. He held the hit, and then exhaled it. Without speaking, he picked up the pipe again, and repeated the process. This time, it was even longer and slower. He was filling his lungs with the potent drug. I wanted to be a part of that, to have the mistakes of the day, the mistakes of my life erased in the pleasures of the white clouds. He held the hit for what seemed like hours, before he leaned in and exhaled the hit directly into my face. The thick cloud only further exacerbated the burn in my eyes. "What did you do back there, faggot? At the glory hole?" TJ asked me. "I'm sorry," I started to say. "Sir," I added, remembering at the last minute what he had told me about how to show him the respect he wanted. I started to continue. I needed to justify my actions, somehow. "I couldn't take the nigg..." I stopped myself. The word had come out so naturally, but I immediately knew it was a mistake. It was a bad mistake. I forced myself to look up at TJ. I needed to know just how bad it was. He was smiling. It was not a pleasant smile. It was an evil smile. Then, suddenly, I was looking away from him. It took a second for the sensations to catch up: TJ had slapped me on the side of the face. He had slapped me hard; there were stars in my eyes, a ringing in my ear and my cheek was burning. "What did you just say?" he asked me. "The black guy's" I was suddenly looking the other direction. He had slapped me again. This time the slap was harder. "No. You need to say what you said. Not what you wanted to say or you wished you said. "Nigger's cum." As soon as I had said it, I was back to looking left. The third slap was the hardest of them all. I had always known what I had said was wrong. But, as the stinging on my face slowly cooled off, I had a deeper understanding of how wrong it was. The slaps were not just corrective. I could feel just how angry TJ was. How angry that I had used that word. That I had dared to not swallow the black man's cum. "Better. Now. Wipe off your face." I ran a finger over my cheek, scooping up a few drops of sperm. "Eat it. Like you should have done back at the glory hole." I licked it off my fingers. It was just as acrid and bitter as when I had first tasted it. Even so, I wanted to taste more of it. It was the taste of a man, a tiny part of him that he had blessed me with. "All of it," TJ continued. I scooped up more of the cum from my face, licking my fingers greedily. I couldn't get enough of the bitter fluid. "Tastes good, doesn't it?" TJ asked. I nodded, even though I knew he didn't care about my answer. "Must be like heaven for you." I nod again. "You want another hit?" TJ asked me. I nodded. The tectonic plates of my life had been slowly shifting over the past few months. The three slaps to the face TJ had just given me had been the push for them to finally give way. The pieces were still scattered, and I needed something to help with the awful task of re-assembling it all. "Please sir." "I figured as much," TJ said. He found the bag of crystal and opened it. He carefully extracted a large shard. It was larger than I wanted and definitely larger than I needed. "There is an easy way." He smiled again. The same smile he had a few seconds ago when I had first said the n-word. "And a hard way. Which do you want?" I swallowed. "The easy way," I said. "Which one do you deserve?" he asked. It was the harder question. I was scared of what the hard way was; my imagination was running wild with possibilities. I also knew that nothing I had done meant I deserved the easy way. I had fucked up too many times already. "The hard way. Sir." If he allowed me the easy way, it would be a gift from a god. And the god would be a cruel and dark god. It would be a god like TJ. "Good faggot," he said. "Learning what you are. What you are entitled to." He laughed. "Now, stand up and turn around." I stood up and turned around. There was a large mirror on the wall, but it was positioned so that my image was blocking my view of TJ. All I could see was his legs and his hard cock, pointing straight up. "Bend over," he said. I bent over, raising my ass up in the air, and exposing it to him. "Nice. Now, spread your legs," he said. I did as he told me, shuffling my bare feet against the floor. From previous trips here, I knew the floor was only just barely cleaned between customers, and my feet were getting dirty from the accumulated sweat, lube, cum, and other things still on the floor. I forced myself to keep my balance, as my balls and holes were exposed to the air. It was a uniquely vulnerable position, and it was only a matter of time before TJ took advantage of my undefended parts. I closed my eyes for second, right as TJ chose to attack. There a quick brush of his against my thigh, then a throbbing aching pain radiating from my balls. I stumbled, trying to keep my balance in the face of the agonizing bolts of pain still shooting out. "Don't fall down, faggot," TJ said, laughing at my efforts to stay composed. "And next time, you better stay still." I braced myself, waiting for another flick of his fingers against my balls, but instead, he pressed a thick finger up against my hole. At least he had licked his finger; the thin layer of spit was all the lube I was going to get right now. He pushed it in and started to stretch me open. Eventually, it would be his cock up there and I cherished the opportunity get opened up slowly. He pulled his finger out, leaving me empty. "Please, Sir," I moaned. I wanted his finger back in me. I needed something in me: a finger, a toy, a dick, something. The tina was hitting me hard, and the last of my inhibitions were falling away. I was wagging my ass at him, all but begging him to fuck me. "Please, I need more." As soon as I said it, I knew it was a mistake. Before I could react, he slapped my balls. The pain was exquisitely perfect and I forced myself not to move at all. "That's the submissive faggot I've been needing. Good cocksucker," he said. He slapped my balls again, not quite as hard as before. But my balls were already sensitized and the white-hot ache filled my world. I gasped, trying to stay in the room with TJ. "Stay with me, TJ said. He was gently rubbing his fingers against my nutsack. Under normal circumstances, it would have felt amazing. But my balls were still recovering from the two rounds of TJ's abuse, and each finger stroke was another volley of pain. "Stay with me," he repeated, more insistently. It would have been far too easy to disassociate myself from the scene at hand, but TJ would have able to tell. From the tone of his voice, it was obvious that the repercussions for that escape would be far worse than the simple agony I would otherwise endure. "Such a good faggot," he said. His finger strokes were now light taps, reminding me just how vulnerable I was. But I didn't care. The tina was blasting through my veins now, and concepts formerly off-limits were now fair game. I wanted to give up my ass to TJ, to let that hard ebony shaft impale me. No, better, I wanted that fat nigger dick in my white hole. Against everything I had believed in, this was the ultimate in perversion. A fine what man, giving up his holes to a black man. "You need a reward, I think," TJ muttered. "Please, Sir," I moaned. I wanted his nigger cock in me and I didn't care that it was at least twice the width of anything I had yet taken today. But, at least for now, TJ was looking out for me. His fingers returned to my anus. He pressed them against my hole, and forced the sharp shard of tina we had selected earlier into me. It burnt and cut when TJ thrust his finger into me, and pushed the potent shard into me. "Just give that a minute to melt, and we will be flying together, faggot!" He laughed. "You ever make a guy wear a rubber? Or are you a total bareback slut?" "Bareback slut," I said. "No condoms." "But only white guys?" "Yeah," I said. I knew there was no way this was going to end well for me. But there was no way that lying would end any better. "At least so far." "Well. Tonight's gonna be your lucky night. Time for you to get a black cock up that racist white ass of yours." TJ pulled his finger almost all the way out, then shoved it roughly back in. I grunted as his fingers scraped against my vulnerable flesh. " And a brown cock," he continued. He pulled his finger back out and added a second one to the assault. "And a red cock. An entire fucking United Nations of cocks. It's gonna be fun." He laughed. It was clear the one thing it was not going to be for me was fun. With his two fingers still deep in my hole, he reached over, grabbed the door, and opened it. It swung open easily, exposing me bent over, naked, two black fingers buried in my white ass to anyone who would happen to walk by. "Ever had a rainbow of cum drip down your thigh?" TJ asked. It was more than loud enough for anyone to hear, but luckily, there was no one in the hallway. "No," I said. "Well, tonight's gonna be your lucky night, faggot," TJ said. He continued to finger fuck me. Despite the roughness of his thrusts, I still pulled my ass cheeks apart as far as I could. At the deepest points in his shoves, he pushed the shard further into me. It was slowly melting and getting absorbed by my body. Like his finger-fuck, I had no choice but to accept it, utterly powerless against the certain consequences. In fact, it made me spread my ass even further, eager for his fingers, for anything, to penetrate me. TJ noticed. "Hell yeah," he said. "Let me in." "Fuck me," I moaned. I needed more than just his black fingers inside me. As twisted as it sounded to me, I needed his cock inside me. Yeah, he was a black guy. But in the perverted logic of the tina high, it seemed almost appropriate. It seemed like the right thing to do, to let him inside me. "Please," I grunted, as TJ shoved his fingers back into me. "Not yet, faggot. When it's time." He pulled out and shoved them back into me. "And we'll both know when it's time for me to fuck you." This thrust was harder than before, and I stumbled a bit. As I recovered, I glanced towards the now open door. There was a guy standing there; in the dim light it was hard to tell anything about him. "Mind if I take a try at fucking him?" the stranger asked, stepping into the room. Once in the room, the light was marginally better, and I could see he had the olive skin of an Italian or Greek, with a slim, muscular body. His muscular pecs and washboard abs were covered by a layer of dark hair, thick enough to make it obvious he trimmed. But, the towel wrapped around his waist hid his most important asset. "Be my guest," TJ said. The stranger extracted a condom from his towel. "You don't need that," TJ said. "Good. I was going to find an excuse to take it off anyway." He tossed the packet on the bed. "That what I think it is?" he asked. "Yeah," TJ said. "Want a hit?" "Hell yeah," the stranger said. In the mirror, I watched TJ hand the stranger the pipe and torch. The stranger gently kicked the door closed before heating the pipe, and it was not long before a tendril of smoke emerged from the bowl. He took his time, doing several hits before finally pulling the torch away and exhaling one last large cloud. "He need one?" he asked TJ. "Nah. He just did a booty bump." The stranger handed the pipe back to TJ. "Good," the guy said. "He'll need it. I fuck hard when I'm tweaked." "That's good," TJ said. "Mark needs a hard fucking. Don't you?" he asked me. It was hard for me to follow the conversation; the drugs were flowing through my veins and my hole was burning. I couldn't tell if the burn was from the crystal still dissolving in me or my need to finally get fucked. I had sucked a lot of dick, but no one had yet fucked me. "Yeah," I finally said. I pulled my ass cheeks back apart, hoping that the stranger would take the hint. "See?" TJ said. "All yours." "Yeah," the stranger said. He undid the sloppy knot on his towel and tossed it onto the bed. It revealed a thick, uncut cock, hanging down between his muscular legs. His cock was only a little smaller than TJ's, but against his short gymnast body, it seemed absolutely massive. I hoped that I would be able to take it, since defeat here would bode poorly for my ability to accommodate TJ's tool. "He lubed up?" "Nah," TJ said. "If he's gonna take that thing, he'll need a bit." Luckily, I had pulled a bottle out of my bag when we first got into the room, and TJ tossed it to the stranger. He poured what felt like only a few drops on my hole; it was hardly enough to prepare me for his dick. In the mirror, I saw him pour a lot more on his dick and start to stroke it. "Nice," TJ commented, as the stranger's cock stiffened, lengthened and hardened. "Been fucked yet tonight?" he asked. His cock was now sticking straight out in front of him, hard and erect. Like a deadly snake, it glistened from the coating of lube. I knew it was not enough, but in the moment, it was hard for me to come up with the words to ask for more. "Not yet," TJ said. He continued, able to say the words I was struggling with. "You should pour a bit more lube on his hole. He's just starting out and we don't want him out too early in the night." "Right on," the stranger said. He poured some more of the cool liquid on my hole, and stuffed a finger into me. "Fuck," he said, as I felt his finger brush up against the last of the shard. "Tina's not even fully melted. He's gonna be flying." Something about his tone made my cock shrink, even more than the tina had already done. I was already pretty damn high, and any more would leave me a tweaked-out mess. I had only been this high once before. It was right as I was first exploring my sexuality. The drugs lifted so many inhibitions, and it was not long before I was taking cock after cock. Tonight was already starting out similarly, only so far, it had been all black and Latino cocks that I had taken. "Yeah," TJ said. "That's the entire point. Get him totally fucked up. Now, you need to get him fucked." The stranger didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his fingers out of my ass, leaving me gaping and hungry. He immediately replaced them with the very tip of cock. I gasped, but the stranger ignored me and pressed his shaft on in. The little bit of finger-fucking I had gotten from TJ and the stranger was hardly enough, and the pain radiated out of from my anus. I bit down, but it provided hardly any relief. "Just relax. You're gonna take it all, don't worry about it," the stranger said.