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Last Friday was my last night in Paris before flying back home so I decided to hit the Bunker again (which is now called XKboys) as I remember having the craziest nights there. My AirBnb was literally on the same street, less than a five-minute walk away from my door. I always make sure I’m wearing comfortable clothes, and most importantly, clothes that allow easy access to my hole. I just slip on some sweatpants, no underwear, stuff some poppers in my pockets and head out. I walk the short distance to the place, pay the cover, and just drop my jacket and my wallet in the locker and head down the stairs to the basement. The basement is dark, large with lots of corridors, some little booths, larger rooms, and mattresses scattered throughout the place in dark corners. I’m super disappointed as the place is pretty much empty, with maybe 5 or 6 guys roaming the basement. I decide to stay in s dark corner, in one of the larger open areas in the back, right by the sling. Despite my disappointment, I’m really horny and I just rest my back to the wall, pull my cock out and start stroking it while sniffing poppers and hoping for the best. It didn’t take long for 2 dudes to spot me. One of them just grabs my ass while the other just pushes my head down to his cock. I end up with both my mouth and my ass getting fucked at the same time. One of them grabs my poppers and takes a deep sniff before passing it to his bud. At this point, I think the action has attracted the few guys left in the place and there are 2 guys behind me waiting for a turn in my ass, and I’m sucking on 2 dicks at the same time. I end up with 1 load in my mouth and 3 in my hole. I haven’t been able to see any of them clearly at any point but we all meet in the locker room on the way out and it was weird to know that every guy in that room has dipped his cock in me at a moment tonight. I just walk back to my AirBnb, my cock still hard and showing as I’m on wearing underwear. I just crawl into bed like this only to wake up the next morning with the cum dripping out of my ass.

Part 9 As I've said in earlier posts, I've always been surprised by how many apparently straight guys like to have sex with other guys and even more surprised by how many of them want it up the arse and are happy to do it without a condom. I had a really unexpected and horny experience in the mid 90s at a family party for one of my cousin's 30th birthday. We were all at a restaurant for a meal and drinks and my cousin, whose birthday it was, had a friend from work staying with him and his wife. Tom was a good-looking Irish guy, blond and stocky and I learned that his girlfriend and young child were over in Ireland visiting family. During the meal I noticed Tom look up when my cousin made some reference to me being gay. After that, I saw Tom looking at me a few times and I couldn't help wondering if he had some sort of problem with me being gay. After the meal other people started arriving for the evening party and it turned into a really good evening. I had seen Tom looking at me a few more times and I when I saw him going outside for a cigarette, I decided to take it up with him. He was standing in a shaded area, smoking a cigarette as I went up to him and told him I had seen him looking at me and asked him right out if he had a problem with me being gay. I think I was a bit too direct, because he looked really shocked and I could see I had really embarrassed him. "I'm sorry," he muttered, "I shouldn't have been looking at you." I wasn't sure what to say as Tom added "And it's not that, it's not that I have a problem with you." He took a draw on his cigarette and added "The thing is, I've done it with a few blokes myself." I looked at him. "I like it," he said "I like doing it with blokes". I certainly had not expected this - and a few minutes later we had moved to a wooded area behind the bar and Tom's pants and trousers were down and his cock was in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he went down on me. He sucked me really well and then, to my surprise, he turned me round and pulled my cheeks apart and I felt his tongue pushing up my arse. He licked me for a while and then stood up. "Do you fuck?" he said "Yes" I said He grinned and then looked serious "I have no condom," he said. He produced a small pack of lube "I have this," he said "But I have no condom." "Oh," I said "Is that a problem for you?" said Tom. I had recently started fucking without condoms and really enjoyed it. Although I had told myself I would not fuck without condoms again, I was really tempted to let Tom do me and cum in my arse. I pretended to think about it for a moment and then I shook my head. "It's not a problem." I said Tom grinned at me and opened the pack of lube. I assumed he was going to hand it to me and was genuinely surprised when he bent forward and started rubbing the lube into his own arsehole. I realised he was expecting me to fuck him and, sure enough, he leaned forward against a tree and pushed his arse out. I didn't hesitate - I moved up behind him, pulled his cheeks apart, positioned my cock against his hole and pushed. He grunted as I slid up him and then I began to fuck. His hole was tight, but not as tight as I thought it might be and I began to fuck him harder. He was really into being fucked and I didn't hold back. I fucked him as hard as I could and shot my load right up him. When I decided to challenge Tom, I had never thought for a minute that I would end up fucking him, pants down against a tree, with no condom! When I had finished cumming in him, he pulled off my cock and took hold of his own, which was rock hard. He began to wank and after just a few strokes, he shot his load out against the tree. We were both out of breath now and Tom grinned at me. "Thanks," he said "I really needed that." A few minutes later, we went back into the party, with no one any the wiser. I met Darren in the mid 2000s, not long after I had split from my partner. He messaged me on Saturday around lunchtime and said he was working in the area and would be finishing shortly and was horny to be sucked off. He had no pictures on his profile and didn't have many details either - just that he was in his early thirties and liked to be sucked off. I was feeling horny and messaged him back saying I would be happy to suck him off. He asked if he could cum in my mouth and I messaged back saying certainly he could. He sent me a smiley face and said he would be with me in about half an hour. A few minutes later he sent me a picture of his cock, which looked to be quite long and thick. I showered and, as I waited for him to arrive, I wondered what he would look like. I preferred a picture on a profile for obvious reasons, but I had already learned that some guys did not have face pics on their profiles because of their jobs, or because they just wanted to be discreet and didn't want their friends to see their profiles. I also knew, however, that quite often it was because they had a boyfriend or partner at home. Darren arrived as short time later and turned out to be a really good-looking young guy, stocky with dark blond shaggy hair, blue eyes and an arse that really filled out his trousers. He was wearing a dark polo shirt and work trousers and I could see that his cock was already hard. He grinned at me and asked me if I was still up for sucking his cock. I pulled him towards me and we kissed. My hand went down to his cock and he groaned and kissed me harder as I began to wank hi through his trousers. I pulled away and he unbuttoned his trousers, pulling them down to his knees along with his pants. His cock was long and thick and sticking straight up and I took it in my mouth and began to suck him off. He groaned loudly and his cock seemed to grow even harder in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then I could tell he was getting close. I didn't want him to cum just yet so I stopped sucking him and began to lick his big, hairy balls. He groaned again as I licked him and then I took his cock back in my mouth. I sucked him for a bit longer and then motioned to him to turn round. He shook his head and I told him I just wanted to lick his arse. He shook his head again and said "I can't......I've.......you know, been at work all day." I told him that didn't matter and, after a moment's further hesitation, he slowly turned round and bent over. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right into his hole. "Oh fuck!" he moaned loudly as I began to lick his arse. His hole was quite hairy and a bit funky, but I didn't care about that and I pushed my tongue right up him and licked him hard. I continued to lick him until he warned me he was getting close and then he turned round and pushed his cock back into my mouth. I sucked him for a couple more minutes and then I felt the head of his cock grow in my mouth and a few seconds later I was rewarded with a big mouthful of cum. He kept shooting more and more cum into my mouth and I swallowed the lot and then licked his cock clean. He pulled up his pants and grinned at me again. He told me he worked for a firm of landscape gardeners and tree surgeons who carried out work in the ara every few weeks and asked if I would be up for meeting with him again. I said I would definitely be up for that and he said he would message me the next time he was in the area. I wasn't sure if I would hear from him again, but one Saturday morning a few weeks later he messaged me and asked if I would be up for meeting him again. He arrived a short time later and within seconds his pants were down and his cock was in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then I motioned to him to turn round. He didn't hesitate this time - he pulled his trousers and pants right down and bent over. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his fit, hairy arsehole. I rimmed him for a while and then I stood up and began to rub the head of my cock against his wet arsehole. He looked over his shoulder at me. "Do you want to fuck me?" he asked. I said I would love to fuck him and then he asked me if I had a condom. I shook my head and he was silent for a moment. "I don't normally fuck without a condom," he said "We don't have to fuck," I said "It's up to you." He was silent for another moment and then he bent forward and pushed his fit arse out towards me. "Fuck it, Let's do it!" he said I fingered some lube into his hole, moved in behind him and pushed the head of my cock against his hole. He was very tight, but I pushed my cock slowly into his arse and soon I was right up him. I gave him a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck him. He groaned, "Oh fuck, that's good!" he said "That's so fucking good!" I was fucking him harder now and he seemed to be really into it. He was playing with his cock as I fucked him harder and before long I could feel myself getting close. I fucked him for a bit longer and then I shot what felt like a nice big load of cum into his arse. When I pulled out, I went down on his cock and almost immediately he shot his load into my mouth. I met up with Darren quite a few times over the next six months and he never mentioned condoms again. He seemed to be quite happy to take my cock up his arse without a condom and let me cum right up him each time and I enjoyed every minute of barebacking and breeding his tight arse. We met up one Saturday morning and, as usual, I sucked his cock, licked his arse for a while and then fucked him, depositing a nice big load of cum deep inside him. As I pulled out, I noticed that he was wearing a wedding ring. I commented on it and he went brick red. He told me he was actually married with two young children and, though he had fooled around with guys when he was younger, he had only started doing it with guys again recently. He said he normally took his wedding ring off but had forgotten today. He then told me I was only the second guy to fuck him since he'd been married and the first to do it without a condom. I could tell he was really uncomfortable talking about it, so I didn't ask him any more questions and he left shortly afterwards. Darren never contacted me again and I was not surprised. I think he was just really uncomfortable with me knowing he was married. I had enjoyed every minute of fucking his tight, married arse though and was really turned on to learn that I was the first to breed it. I suspected I would not be the last. I had another very horny experience a few years later in Germany when one of my friends asked me if I would mind translating a document from German into English for one of his neighbours. My friend's English was excellent, but he felt a native speaker could do a better job and asked if I would mind. He told me the document was for his neighbour Ali, who had come to Germany from Syria as a refugee. I said I'd be happy to help, and it was arranged that I would meet Ali that afternoon so that he could explain what he needed. He arrived at my hotel around 5pm, accompanied by his wife and two young children. They bought me a drink and we went through the documents. I didn't see any difficulties with translating them and estimated it would take me a couple of hours. Ali needed it the following day, so I said I would do it that evening and we arranged that he would call for it the following morning after breakfast. I had arrived in Hamburg in need of a rest, which I had now had, and I was also feeling extremely horny. I had been busy at work and not had much time for anything else. I had not cum for over a week and was looking forward to taking care of that by going cruising that night after I had finished translating the documents. In the event, I was tired when I finished the translation, and I decided to stay in that night and save my load for the following day. I met with Ali in the hotel bar the following day around lunchtime. He was on his own this time and, as well as bringing me a present, insisted on buying me a drink in the bar. He was a good-looking guy - dark haired and dark eyed and looked to be in his early 30s. He was keen to practice his English and we talked for a while and then had another drink. He told me how much he liked my friend and how helpful he and his partner had been. He then said he thought it was great that men could live together openly in Germany, and this led on to him asking about me. I wasn't sure quite where the conversation was heading, but I was beginning to get the feeling that Ali was coming on to me. After I had told him a bit about myself, he grinned and asked me if I like to have fun and I said I loved it. I didn't realise at first that he was asking me if I would like to have fun with him, but a short time later we were upstairs in my room and Ali was kissing me and feeling my cock through my trousers. He kissed me really well and then he unbuttoned my trousers, pulling them down to my knees along with my pants and then took my cock into his mouth. I had certainly not expected anything like this when I had arranged to meet Ali that day. He sucked me for a while and then we changed places and soon I had his cock in my mouth. He did not object when I turned him round and he bent over the bed as I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue up his arse. A short time later, Ali pulled his trousers and pants off and soon he was kneeling on the bed in just his polo shirt and socks. I pushed my tongue back up his arse and licked him and after a while he said "You fuck me?" I couldn't wait to fuck his fit arse and I got some lube and rubbed it on his hole and then I positioned myself behind him and pushed my cock against his hole. He pulled away, "No condom?" he said. He looked really shocked and I realised that he was not going to let me fuck him bareback. "No condom?" he said again, and I shrugged my shoulders. He was silent for a moment and then a grin spread over his face. "No condom!" he said "Sexy! No condom!" I pushed the head of my cock against his hole and this time he didn't resist. My cock slid up him easily and I began to fuck him. He gave a few little moans as I fucked him and I heard him moaning "No condom - sexy!" I continued to fuck him and then he moaned and saidd "Hard......hard!" At first I thought he was saying I was fucking him too hard, then I realised he was telling me he wanted it harder, and I took hold of his hips and began to really fuck him. I fucked Ali really hard and a short time later I was ready to cum. I kept fucking him and soon I was shooting what felt like a massive load of cum right up his unprotected arse. When I had finished cumming, I pulled out and Ali got off the bed, grinning. He pulled me towards him and kissed me as he wanked himself and a few minutes later he shot his load. I met up with Ali again early the following morning when he was on his way to work. He didn't have much time - he just pulled his pants and trousers down to his knees and bent forward, pulling his cheeks apart as I pushed up him. I fucked him and shot my load in him and then he pulled up his pants and went off work quite happily. The last thing he said to me was "No condom! Sexy!" Part 10 to follow

Moderator's Note: You can't get pozzed by skipping 2 doses of PrEP, so this is being moved into fiction. I'm 30. I've always been super health-conscious. I remember being super scared of HIV before I moved from a small town out East. Now I live in San Francisco. I volunteer in HIV prevention for crying out loud but I've always been thirsty for poz men and toxic cum. I would jack off to videos of neg men verbally getting pozzed all the time. One day I was walking home from work, not a great neighborhood, this older black guy is walking past me, a little roughed up but cleaned up enough. I've seen him walking around on the streets before. I was so fucking horny unknown to him, I hadn't had sex in a month. I felt the energy off him right away, but I knew that had I missed a couple doses of my PrEP that week... "Having a good night?" I tried to be nice. "Yeah, it's nice." "You have a boyfriend?" I laughed, "No I wish!" "...Take me home with you." he said. "Sorry I don't live alone." I followed. "Oh ok." We then walked with each other to the corner. While waiting for the crosswalk he just asked me straight out, "You wanna follow me?" Without hesitating, I said yeah. We walked a block away to this kind of open empty ally way, behind an Office Depot. It's like 9pm. He walked behind a dumpster, I walk up to him. He pulls his pants down and he had a nice healthy looking cock. Not the biggest but thick, thank goodness, I knew I was going to get *something out of this. I got to my knees, and sucked him off. He tasted good, not dirty, clean enough. He was really enjoying himself. I suck him off for like five minutes. We pause for a moment and he asks, "Can I fuck you?" "...Yeah." I said. I then get up, pull my pants down and lean against the dumpster, he then does his best to adjust himself and we both try to just force him in, only my spit to help him. And fuck, he was in and he dirty cock felt like a real presence. He started to fuck me.. raw..this quasi-homeless guy in an ally way, a block away from the shit-hole I lived in. He wasn't too fast, but damn he felt good. A guy probably like 10-20 years older than me. About near the end, we see these car lights behind us. I freak out and look back hoping it wasn't the police. It was this random van at the end. It stalled there for a few seconds before it drove off. The homeless guy keep going fucking me against the dumpster. I then hear these ridiculous moans from him and he cums in me. He sounded ridiculous but I was so turned on. He catches his breath. Pulls out of me. Pats me on the shoulder and walks off, "Thanks kid." Nearly four weeks later, I got my routine checks like I do every three months. They said they wanted to see me.. I was in the middle of changing clinics I completely spaced out what happened a month before. I hadn't had sex since then. I sat on the clinic bed as the doctor came in with a second guy I hadn't seen before, "Your tests came back as reactive.." For a split second the world just froze. I never thought I'd be blindsided like this. They took additional tests and just as they told me, I was now positive for HIV.. all because I missed a few doses and one random night, I said yes to being fucked raw by a homeless guy behind a dumpster. This was months ago now. And you know what? If I saw him, I'd do it again..

I had a guy from BBRT come over and shoot a load in my. Then I just got dressed and went to Thanksgiving dinner. With the load still in me.

So after my Thanksgiving dinner and cleanup it was about 9pm all my guests left I shot a text to my much older FB to wish him a happy Thanksgiving. He texted me back he just got home from a family dinner. He asked if I wanted to come over and have some of the leftovers with him. I said sure let me tell my wife I'll going out to a friend's place for a little. She said ok she is going to bed. I thought nice I'll have some free time! I went over and we sat in his bedroom against the wall and of course he had to turn on some porn. We chatted for a little and I asked where are his friends. He said laughing on ther way. We watched aome more porn he leaned over and put his hands down my sweats and I was already hard. He smiled and pulled my sweat pants down and started to suck then flipped me over and licked my ass pulling my hips up started to eat my ass. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a black bottle and had me sniff it. With my sweats to my knees and ass up and the porn playing kinda loud I was hot as hell! I said fuck me i need it now. He said not yet. Are you cleaned out i said not yet. He said go to the bathroom and cleanout. I got up and went to the shower and cleaned up with his attachment. I made sure I was ready and got out of shower dryed off walk out to find there was one of his friend was already there. He lives very close by. They both were naked and laying in the bed sucking each other. I got so hot i almost jumped on the bed. I got in between them and started to suck and felt my ass get played with. I shoved some pillows under me to get my ass high and felt a little lube then a plug went in. Hurt a little but as it finally went in felt great they pushed my head down hard as one sat on my face backwards they were massaging my ass. I almost couldn't breathe with him sitting on me and they kept pulling on the plug not out but just pulling on it and moving it as I felt a tongue licking around the plug then they flipped me over and one pit his ass in my face and I started to suck his balls and hole and the other played with the plug and was sucking my cock. As he pulled and pushed the plug I blew such a huge load In his mouth he pulled the plug out and spit the cum in my hole that was wide from the plug I bet. I was being a savage eating the hole that was on my face i had my arms around him pulling him on my face. Then felt my leggs get lifted hight and the one sitting on my face held them I felt a cock enter me. He was thrusting hard and fast. It felt like an hour dont really know but damm he was thrusting hard for an old man! He then blew a nice load and heard him moan. He didn't pull out and he asked the other guy he wanted to piss. The guy on top said go for it. I then felt a warm feeling then he shoved the plug in me. The bed got a little warm wet feeling under my ass and was told to go to the bathroom and remove the plug and clean up.. I got in the shower and pulled the plug out and almost blew another load from the feeling of the plug coming out and the piss dripping out of my hole. Got all cleaned up and came back to the bathroom and they changed the sheet and was laying there watching porn and smoking stuff. I heard the doorbell and one of them answered it. It was another friend. He came into the room and said I liked fucking that hole last week. He was one of the guys I didn't see fuck me. He started to strip as I was still standing by the bathroom watching all this. One of them told me to go to the garage you know how to get there and get on the bench face down. I got excited and did that. I was laying on the bench with my ass just waiting. Then i heard them come over and felt my ass getting rubbed. Then pne of them put a wet rag over my face and told to breathe hard as i felt lube go on and a cock slide in. I was so into the mood I got so hard. He dumped in me then another cock slipped in he pumped me for some time then heard him moan and he pulled out. Got flipped over pulled up and got stroked my dick was so hard then one of them straddled me and sat on my cock it when in deep till he was completely sitting on me and he was sucking their cocks. He wiggled as he was sucking then i saw a cock by my face to suck. I sucked a bit as the guy on top was sucking. This was hot. Then the guy on top start to move up and down and I felt a rush as I exploded in him. He slid over and made me suck his hole for my cum. Got some and he got up and then they pulled me to we walked over to the bedroom and we layed there and talked for a while. I was there for a few hours and said I have to get back. They gave me a kiss and I got dressed and left. My hole was dripping when i got home. Great Thanksgiving day

After family left on Thanksgiving, I decided to go to the baths. It was slow, as I might have guessed, but there was one super hot Asian dude--ripped and inked. I was pretty sure I wasn't his usual type, but oh man, did he fuck and fill me. I've always wondered what it would feel like to have a big load pumped deep and then need to hold it from leaking out and making a mess of whatever I was wearing. It felt awesome, and the smell of cum was intoxicating. Guess I'm well on my way to becoming a cumdump, thanks to an Asian thug I wish I could hook with again.

The new Brazilian lad I had a message from a fit 26 year old Brazilian lad. He explained he had just arrived in the UKand needed to blow his 10 day load into a wiling cunt. Several of his m8s had recommend my cumdump cunt for use, several of them apparently using me u til they find boyfriends. Some continue even when they do! After such a glowing testimonial I willingly offered to take his load as his first uk fuck. This guy has just got off the plane and needed to release. He had warned me he was a heavy spunker and I told him I wanted every horny drop. He asked if he bred me could he just carry on and cream it. I told him I didn’t mind, if his dick was in me he owned it. Sure enough 15 minutes later he arrived to find me ass up and hooded in my jock. His dick was rock solid and teasing my hole before he even stripped off. He was a very impressive 8inches and he made me take it straight away. He inserted his raw cock into my hole. I could tell he was mega horny and needed my cunt to unload into. In his limited English he asked, ‘is it ok to cum now?’ I told him, ‘fuck yeah, breed me!’ So he did! A few final thrusts and he exploded his cum fountain deep in my hole. He stood there, balls deep seeding my tattooed cunt. Without doubt I could feel his cum gush, the biggest single load I’ve ever taken. When he’d finished pumping his nutt into me, I told him he clearly needed that. He replied, ‘is it ok to carry on? Hell yeah! I told him I absolutely love a guy creaming his own load. His dick remained rock solid even though he’d just cum. He started to fuck me again. This time fuelled by cum. He was fucking into his own load. This time he fucked harder and longer, treating my cummy hole to a sloppy workout. This was unrushed and purposeful. Now he knew why his m8s had all used me to get off. I was pounded for 20 minutes before he was ready to top me up with his hit thick spunk and when he did… wow! Another generous load. This guy is like a spunk machine! He kept his dick as deep as possible as he pulsed it, dripping his Seed deep into my hungry cunt. He tagged my ass and left. Amazingly, 2 hours later he was online again. Incredibly he asked if he could come back and dump his 3rd load in me. This guy has an insatiable appetite for breeding and is perfectly matched against my cumdump cunt. He was straight into my cummy cunt where he used his previous loads as lube. He fucked me good and hard… like it was his first time. He fucked with real passion and my cunt was punished good for being so easy. It was hot to hear him cream my hole as he groaned at the sight of his cum flooding my hole, that with the sound of me having cum fucked out of me was as horny as fuck. Sure enough it worked as he stood on top toes and forced his 3rd load in. Creamed and topped up! Fucking amazing. When I had his full load he pulled out, grabbed the pen and wrote ‘Lula Liver’, a Brazilian phrase, as proof of use! He’s welcome back anytime!

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He turned around, pushed his shorts down and bent over, his cummy hole winking at the mustachioed man. Already hard the man wasted no time. He walked into the stall, closed the door and slid his cock into Luke’s hole. “Have fun kid,” Dallas called as he went back out into the bar. Luke groaned as another cock slid deep inside him. The new man was not as thick as Dallas had been but his cock was long and it pushed past Luke’s second hole. They both let out a long appreciative groan and then the man started to buck in and out of Luke’s ass. Once more the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bathroom. Luke’s panting and groaning was clearly audible threw the door. Even more audible was the mustachioed man saying “Fuck yeah slut, take my fucking cock. I’m going to breed your hole.” Luke thought about Nick and the pier. Having already sucked Brett’s cock publicly and was about to suck four more. He thought about the freedom Nick described. With this strangers cock deep inside his ass, another strangers load sloshing around the invading cock, he felt like he was reclaiming a part of that freedom. The sexual heat that pervaded Nick’s writings now drove Luke’s own sexuality. He needed to feel that freedom and that heat. He needed to get as close to that moment as a he could. As the mustachioed man growled and started to unload inside him Luke felt like he was there. For a brief moment as another stranger filled him with cum Luke felt the massive amount of time between his present and Nick’s past contract. In his mind he was there, in the 1970s before all the fear and turmoil of the coming crisis, a sexual paradise. The older man kissed the back of Luke’s neck and pulled out his cock. He smacked it a few times on Luke’s butt cheeks and then he pulled his pants up and left Luke still bent over the toilet. Luke waited for a moment, and then stood up again. His back was stiff. He pulled up his shorts, pushed his hair back off of his forehead, and then walked out of the bathroom. Anyone standing close to the bathroom door knew exactly what had just happened, and anyone who had been paying attention had a pretty good idea. Luke walked proudly over to the bar, and sat down again. The bartender grinned at him, and handed him another beer. “This one’s on the house,” he said. “Oh, um thanks.” “It’s not often a guy your age come into this bar, takes two loads in the bathroom, and then sits back down at the bar like nothing happened.” “Maybe nothing did happen,” Luke said cheekily. “That seems unlikely.” “Why is that?” “Well from the little bit I heard through the door… I’m certain you’re sitting there with two loads in your ass right now.” “Ah, see that’s where you’re wrong.” “How’s that?” “Your count assumes I didn’t have at least one load in my ass before I came here.” “Give me your phone kid.” Luke pulled out his phone and handed it to the bartender. “That’s my number, and I sent myself a text. Next time you’re looking for some raw daddy dick text me.” “What time are you done with work tonight?” “Eleven.” “Text me, we’ll see if we can meet up.” “Even after getting fucked twice in the bathroom you’re still horny?” “You have no idea.” With that Luke finished his beer and left, heading back up to the hotel.

Bottom here. Turned on by: Irrelevant. My state of arousal has nothing to do with who fucks me. What arouses me is the feeling of fingers testing my cunt for readiness for breeding. Let them fuck me: I let anyone fuck me. Judging by their behavior, I think some of them have “hate-fucked” me, though I don’t think it’s ever been personal. I’m mostly fucked by strangers, so none of them would know me well enough to like or dislike me. There have been a few, though, that I’ve had the feeling were taking out some racial, political, or societal hate out on me as a token. I can think of three particular instances then I had the strong impression that I was bearing the weight of a black man’s anger over injustice, one in which a Native American was venting his anger, and one in which a man of Middle Eastern origin seemed to be waging jihad on my hole. There have also been any number of Tops who have voiced their naked contempt for me and spat on me even with their cocks buried balls-deep inside the pleasurable warmth of my body - I still have a hard time wrapping my head around that, but it’s not my job to psychoanalyze them, just to be their release. I’m not going to hate them back. What would be the point of that? Even if someone did want to hate-fuck me for a personal reason, I would let him. If using my body helps him get some demon off his back, that’s the least I can do for someone. The way I see it, if someone wants to strike out at me by fucking me, I’m simply following the instruction set down by Christ - I turn the other cheek.

Chapter 21: The Reception The waiter told us that once i was over the flu, he wanted to throw a party, or "Reception" as he called it at his dad's place. As the pizza boy apparently hadn't converted, we decided to take him with us. being sure that he would be receiving plenty of attention. It was a bit of a let down for me, as I truly wanted him to be the first that I converted. But hey we were in a college town, and I was confident that there were other chasers there. In the back of my mind, I wondered if my old roomie would like to be converted? The night of the reception couldn't come quick enough. We picked up the pizza boy, who hadn't had any signs of the fuck flu yet, but after tonight he was sure to become poz if not already. We arrived at the house, and found several guys. The doctor was somewhat suprised as we had the pizza boy with us All of the guys were extremely hot, hung and marked with either a biohazard tat or a scorpion. Most of them wearing some type of leather, even if just a harness or boots. I was happy that I wore my leather studded jock with the butt plug. The most impressive thing that night was the waiters father. He was dressed in a leather hat, a harness with spikes on it and leather boots. The harness showed off his amazing pecs and the biggest nipples I'd ever seen. I was overjoyed when he pulled my face to them and told me to chew on them. His nipples were like nothing I've seen before. Much bigger than the diameter of a pencil eraser, and easily 2 inches long! On one side of his body, he had a tat of a giant scorpion. On the other, there was a biohazard symbol with many lines around it, kind of like a sun symbol. As i would later learn, they represent all of his known pozzings Most impressive was the huge piece of uncut meat swinging between his legs, and his pierced bull ball sack. Although he wasn't hard, his cock was dripping. The waiters father announced that we had arrived, and should all head to the Dungeon. It was the most impressive Dungeon I'd ever seen. Not only did it include a huge walk in shower, which i guessed could accommodate 20 guys, but a huge "theater" area showing poz porn on it. He instructed everyone to get naked and head to the shower for me the "Baptism Party." He instructed me to get on my knees in front of the group. He explained that they would be welcoming me into the Poz Brotherhood, just as my partner was after he first became poz. After being baptized, my partner had the honor to be the first to breed me. My partner decided to breed me in the sling, and it was the most intensive fuck I'd ever had. In addition to that, he was a verbal monster! The guys were watching and cheering him on encouraging him to breed me like the poz pig I was. Once he unloaded deep in me, the waiters dad led me to a stockade, and locked it around my neck and wrists. By now his cock was rock hard, and I'd say at least 12 inches even though his uncut cock was still in its shell. He presented his cock to my lips. He then pulled his foreskin down and instructed me to clean his cheesy cock. Now I didn't really care for cheesy uncut cocks, but this turned me on. After he was satisfied he walked behind me and started breeding me. Once he finished inside me, he said next up was the doctor. Of course the doctor took me directly to the exam table. He said his gift was a new strain to add to my body. Once he finished inside me it was the waiters turn. He led me to, and restrained me onto a padded fuck bench, explaining his gift to me would be the gift of love. By now my ass was flooded, stretched and sore, and the pizza boy was obviously super horny. Someone that I'd never seen before had his eyes on him though. He led the pizza boy to a dog cage, and said his gift to him was the gift of desire, and depravity. He first grabbed a chastity cage and locked his cock up, and then he reached for a rig, and tied his arm off, injecting Tina into him. Once he released the rubber strap, the pizza boy coughed profusely and he told him to get in the cage, and watch everyone else fuck. The pizza boy was truly a caged animal in heat. With his chastity device on, he couldn't even play with his cock which was straining inside it. Now the pizza boy had slammed with us before, but not at this level. Although our reception was enough of a high, i too took a slam. The rush from Tina had been unlike any rush I'd had from it before. It felt as though it was floating through my body, just as my partners HIV was flowing through me.

Chapter 20B: Giving Thanks part 2 With that, my partner went next. He first thanked me for becoming his partner, and deciding that he would be the one to gift me. He proclaimed that it was a dream come true for him. He said that he loved to fuck any and all ass he could, but went on meds until he found THE one he wanted to first gift. He continued by saying although it was time to give thanks, he did have some regrets that he thought were important to get out. He started by saying he somewhat regretted getting both of us into using Tina. He did say that he gave thanks that we both realized the potential consequences and had limited our use of it. He also said he regretted not being TOTALLY open with me in regards to not telling me that he was actually in the fuckternity, that the waiter was the one that pozzed him, and that he didn't tell me he had stopped his meds a week earlier than I had thought. Although he had already told me all that by now, it was great to hear him say he regretted it. We embraced each other kissing, and grinding our cocks together as we embraced The waiter was up next. He really didnt have alot to say besides he was thankful that my partner let him be the one to gift him. He continued by admitting that prior to meeting my partner, he was just a cum craving dump, but thankful that my partner convinced him to become start topping. With that my partner embraced him and planted a deep kiss on him. Finally up was the pizza boy. After hearing all of our atories, he was actually tearing up. He first thanked the doctor for having a frank discussion about wanting to be pozzed. The highs the lows and preventative or meds available regardless of his choices. He said he had had several opportunities to play while making deliveries but this was the first he ever acted on. He continued by saying that the two huge cocks and the tat sent him over the edge. He then walked over to me, kissing me and grabbing my cock. He then thanked me for saying that I helped him realize that size was not everything. He then said breed me now! The doctor intertupted and said dinner was almost ready, and plenty time for breeding after. The doctor then encouraged us to grab a drink and mingle for awhile while he took the turkey out. Although none of us fucked, we all either jacked or sucked each other. The doctor stuck his head out and said dinners ready! We all retreated inside for the feast! The doctor explained that he had a tradition that his guests stick their cock up the turkeys ass! He said you don't have to cum in it, but that's a bonus, and based on on precum dripping cocks, figured at least a few of us would bust inside! Not sure how many actually nutted in turkey, but definitely a few! We all enjoyed our dinner and then had a fun fuck fest after! And now my personal thanks to all of you following along and liking or commenting on it! May you all get stuffed, or stuff someone today!

Yeah, I love my cocksucker on his knees looking up at me as I stare into his eyes. I love his wide-eyed pleading look as I tell him I'm gunna cum in his mouth - especially when he's a young cocksucker. I love to see him nod his head when I ask him if he's ready for my sperm and his dilated pupils when my seed hits his tongue as I'm pumping my load into his mouth. Then tears rolling down his cheeks as he chokes on my cum.

Sorry for the delay! I looked up at the guy from where I sat at the edge of bed, my eyes travelled up past his slightly sagging belly, over his tattoo and into his face. He gave me wicked looking grin as I met his eyes. "Why don't you let me show you something. Why don't you turn round and kneel on that bed, I'll make you feel something you've never felt." "Uhm, if we have sex...we should use condoms, have you got any?" I said. "Sure I could get one, but that isn't what I had in mind. I hesitantly turned around and knelt on all fours. I was torn, this seemed off, but at the same time I was so fucking turned on by this guy who was older than my father. "That's it" he said. I felt his hand, it felt warm but slightly rough as it traced up my inner thigh. I shivered as his hand grazed my tight balls and firmly grasped my cock. I couldn't help but gasp as he slowly began to pump his fist up and down. I'd never had a guy do anything like this to me before! "Now, lets see boy, you ever had that tight ass played with before?" "Uh..uh...no..." I felt a cold slimey feeling on my puckered asshole, then flinched slightly as I felt one of his callused fingertips press gently against it. But his slowly pumping fist on my cock kept me in place. After 5 minutes I was head down, ass up on the rubber mattress, moaning like I don't think I ever had. "Well, I think he likes it", I'd almost half-forgotten the guy behind me, I'd been so focussed on the waves of pleasure coming from my asshole. "Well boy, was that a first?", I nodded with my head still pressed into the mattress. "Well, how about a little bondage? You ever tried being tied up? Most bottom's like you love it." Was that what I was? I'd heard of bottoms before, had never thought of it as a label for me, but despite this thought, all I could do was nod my head, hoping to increase the pleasure coming from the finger in my ass and the hand round my cock. "You'll love it." I could almost hear the grin "Just put your hands up there, no, bit further." I reached my hands up, when he grabbed my wrists and wrapped them in what felt like leather, tight. I moaned as I felt the finger leave my ass, unconsciously thrusting my hips backwards. In it's place, I saw a small brown bottle put in front of me under my nose. "Take a deep sniff, you might need it." I was a bit confused, but was so turned on I did it without thinking. I took a deep breath and held it, as I exhaled I felt my head start to spin. Just as I peaked, I again felt the finger slide into my asshole and moaned as the pleasure was so much more. He grabbed my hips with one hand to steady me and I rocked back slightly further onto his finger. I then felt his other hand spank my ass hard, the sudden sting shocking me but also blending with the pleasure from my...wait.... "Is...fuck, is that your finger in me?" I stammered. "Nope." He said. Holy shit, was this saggy older guy fucking me? "I..what..do you...fuck..have a condom on?" The whole time I spoke I could feel his cock slide even further into my asshole. This was going way too fast for me to keep up, but at the same time the feeling of fullness as I felt his wiry pubes graze my ass was like nothing I'd ever felt. I was again shocked by a sudden flash of pain from my backside as he simultaneously withdrew and then stabbed his cock deep into my ass in one go and spanked my ass hard, much harder than last time. "You don't ask questions, boy."

Part 8 Over the years I have been consistently surprised by the number of apparently straight guys who have sex with guys and even more so by the number of straight guys, including those in relationships, who have been happy to fuck without condoms. I've also been surprised by the number of straight guys who have made the first move and even more so by how many straight guys take it up the arse. In the mid nineties I was working for a very large distribution company in North London. The workforce was predominately male including almost all of the drivers and, although I was quite discreet, the guys mostly all knew I was gay. I never really had any problems, despite the male dominated, macho culture of the time, and being known as gay led to quite a few horny encounters. There was quite a bit of rationalisation going on at this time and a few of the depots had closed which meant a number of us were moved around and I was moved to a different location. I got on quite well with the lads on my shift and concentrated on getting on with my work. One night I was working late cover in the office with one of the lads on my team. Two of us had to work late cover each night and I was quite often on with Jeff. Jeff was a typical straight lad, blond, late 20s, into cars, football and girls and played on the works five a side football team. He had been quite friendly when I joined the team and had helped me settle in and I got on well with him. That evening he told me that the guys on the team had heard I was gay and asked me if it was true. I said it was and Jeff nodded. We talked about other things for a while and towards the end of the shift, the conversation turned towards sex and Jeff was telling me about his girlriend and how much he enjoyed it when she sucked his cock. I had a good idea where this was leading and sure enough a litle later we were in a quiet corner on the top floor of the office. Jeff unzipped his trousers and pulled them down to his knees along with his underpants. His cock was hard and he sighed and closed his eyes as I got down on my knees and began to suck him off. He had quite a nice sized cock and surprisingly big balls and I enjoyed sucking him very much. After a while I could tell he was getting close and he told me he was going to cum. I kept sucking him and soon I was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. When Jeff had finished cumming he pulled up his pants and grinned at me. He asked me if I would be up for doing it again and I said yes. I sucked Jeff off regularly after that when we were working late together and as far as I knew nobody at work was any the wiser. One night after I had sucked him off Jeff asked me if I would be up for doing the same for one of the other lads. I looked at him he quickly assured me he had not told anyone about what we were doing. He said that one of his mates on the five a side football team, Craig, had told him his long term girlfriend wouldn't suck his cock and Jeff was fairly sure from the conversation they had had that Craig would be up for me doing it. I was hesitant - I didn't really want word to start getting around the depot, but I was definitely up for sucking Craig - he was also in his late 20s, small, dark haired with an amazing arse and I had always thought he was really fit and so, slightly against my better judgement, I said to Jeff that I would be up for it. The following week, Jeff told me that Craig was going to come in towards the end of our shift. I had already sucked Jeff off and swallowed his cum when Craig arrived and soon Craig and I were in the same quiet corner on the top floor of the office. Craig had not said a word since he arrived and his face and neck were brick red. I could tell he was up for it though from the bulge in his trousers and he didn't stop me as I got down on my knees, unzipped him and pulled his trousers and pants down. He looked at me. "Suck my cock," he said softly. His cock was semi hard but I could tell it was a really big one and soon it had reached its full size and Craig was giving little grunts as I sucked him . I was really turned on at getting to suck this fit straight lad's cock and I enjoyed every minute of it - Craig's cock was much bigger than Jeff's and the load he shot in my mouth was one of the biggest I had swallowed in a long time. When he had finished cumming, Craig leaned back against the wall and then mopped his brow with his shirt. "Thanks," he said "I really needed that." I was now regularly sucking off two fit straight lads and enjoying every minute of it. I had hinted to Jeff that I would be up for going further but he wasn't really interested - he just liked having his cock sucked. I was soon to learn, however, that Craig was up for going a bit further. One time I was sucking Craig's cock and I had my hands on his arse and he didn't stop me as I began to rub my finger gently up and down his arse crack. I kept sucking him as my finger found his damp, sweaty arsehole and I began to push it against his hole. He grunted and filled my mouth with cum as my finger went up his hole. He never said anything as he pulled his pants up and the next time we got together he let me finger him again and then, to my surprise, he turned round and pushed his arse out. "Lick me," he said. I pulled his arse cheeks apart and soon my tongue was right up his hairy arse hole. I rimmed him for a while and then I stood up. He didn't move and I began to rub the head of my cock against his wet hole. I pushed a little and he didn't resist. I pushed again and the head of my cock went into his hole. He pulled back then. "No way," he said. "Not here." This was getting very interesting and a week or so later Craig came round to my flat after we had both finished an early shift. He seemed more relaxed out of the work situation and soon I was down sucking his cock. After a while I motioned to him to turn round and he didn;t hesitate. He pushed his pants and trousers right down and bent over, pulling his cheeks apart and exposing his hairy arsehole. I pushed my tongue up him and began to lick him as he moaned softly. I rimmed him for a while and then stood up. Craig reached round and took hold of my cock, pulling it towards his arse. I rubbed my cock against his hole a few times and he moaned again. I had some lube and I took some and rubbed it on his hole. I wondered if he would ask me to use a condom but he didn't say anything as I pushed my cock slowly up his arse. He grunted as I pushed all the way in and then I began to fuck him. I couldn't quite believe that I was up Craig's arse and that I was doing him without a condom. I knew I wouldn't last very long so I fucked him slowly at first and then began to fuck him a bit harder before shooting what felt like a massive load right up his straight boy arse. When I had pulled out he turned round and I sucked him off. I met with Craig quite regularly after that and each time I fucked him, came in his arse and then sucked him off. By the time we both moved depots a year or so later, Craig's girlfriend was expecting a baby and they were getting married later in the year. He never referred to what we were doing and never got undressed or came into my bedroom - we always fucked in the living room, pants down at our ankles and when we were finished he would pull his pants and trousers up and leave to go home to his girlfriend. He never mentioned condoms. I had a similarly surprising and horny encounter with a guy I would have said was totally straight at a family wedding not long after I had split with my long term partner. One of my cousins was getting married in north Yorksire and I travelled up for the wedding and decided to stay a couple of nights and spend some time exploring the town and its surrounding countryside. At the wedding I was seated at a table with one of my other cousins and his wife and another couple, who were relations of the bride and lived nearby. I learned in the course of the conversation that Thomas and his wife had two young children and they had got a babysitter so that they could enjoy a night out at the wedding. I got on fine with Thomas and his wife and the conversation flowed easily. Thomas was in his mid 30s and was quite an attractive guy in a very ordinary straight looking kind of way. I had the feeling, however, that Thomas was flirting with me, especially when we went to the bar together to order another round of drinks for our table. Later on I was in the toilet having a piss when Thomas came in. He stood next to me at the urinal and chatted as he fished out his cock and began to piss heavily. I couldn't help noticing that Thomas had quite a big cock and that he appeared to have a bit of a semi. He saw me looking and grinned. We had both finished pissing now and Thomas stood back a little and began to play with his cock. I watched as it grew fully hard and he began to wank then we were interrupted by someone coming into the toilet. I was really turned on but fairly sure that things would not go any further - in the evening Thomas and his wife were sitting with some friends and I was with some of my cousins and I didn't really see much of Thomas. Much later in the evening I went to the bar and Thomas was there. He had clearly had quite a few drinks now and, checking that no one was looking, he leaned forward and asked me if I fancied getting some air. I nodded and soon we were outside. The wedding was being held in a country hotel with quite extensive grounds and soon we were walking into the wooded area at the back of the hotel. After a while we stopped and Thomas pulled me towards him. I could taste the alcohol on his breath as we kissed and soon his cock was out and I was down sucking him off. He groaned and pushed his cock into my mouth as I sucked him. After a while he told me he was getting close and pulled out of my mouth. He kissed me again. "Do you like to fuck?" he asked me. I nodded and he grinned and then said "I don't have a condom, is that a problem?" I shook my head and he grinned again. I had totally assumed he wanted to fuck me and I was just about to bend over for him when, to my surprise, he turned round and leaned against a tree, pushing his arse out. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. I licked him for a while and then spat on his hole a couple of times, pulled his cheeks apart again and lined up my cock. I went up him surprisingly easilly and when my cock was fully up him he bent forward and told me to fuck him. I didn't hold back and I enjoyed every minute of fucking Thomas. It was so unexpected and so horny to be fucking this fit married guy bareback against a tree, his pants and trousers at his knees while his wife and most of his family were nearby enjoying a wedding reception with no idea of what Thomas was up to. I fucked him hard and fast as he gave little grunts and before long I was ready to cum. I hadn't cum for several days and I knew I was shooting a really big load up his uprotected, married arse and I enjoyed every minute of breeding him. One summer I was staying in a hotel up in the north of Scotland and was going out to a meal to celebrate a family member's birthday. I had travelled up the evening before and enjoyed a great night's sleep. I woke up late, had breakfast and then showered. I still had plenty of time to spare and was feeling very horny so I decided to go online and see if anyone was around. I knew that this could be very hit and miss in this area but I got messaged almost immediately by a guy in his late 30s. He didn't have any pictures on his profile but we chatted for a while and he told me he was a farmer and was married with children and had to be discreet. He said he just wanted to be sucked off and would be happy to suck me off too. He send me some body pics and some of his cock and his arse but wouldn't send any face pics. I didn't care though - he sounded like a nice guy and the pictures he sent showed a fit, hairy, stocky guy with a fair sized cock. We arranged to meet and he sent me a post code for the last building in the nearest village and then gave me directions of where to go after that. I set off and soon I was driving through some really beautiful countryside, through villages and past farms and soon my sat nav told me I had reached my destination. I looked at the directions he had given me and carried on deep into the country. He had told me to pull in when I saw a disused white building with a sign on it and soon I saw it up ahead and pulled into a country lane where I was to meet him. There was no one about so I waited a moment and then saw someone coming towards me. He smiled at me and introduced himself. We shook hands rather formally and then he led me into the woods and soon we were kissing and feeling each other up. He was a really nice guy and obviously horny - his cock was rock hard and soon it was in my mouth and I was sucking him off. He said he was close and didn't want to cum yet so we swapped places and he went down on my cock. He sucked me really well and soon I was getting close so I went down on him again. As I sucked him he suddenly asked me if I wanted to fuck him. I said yes and he grinned. "Good," he said, and added "I've come prepared." I assumed he was going to produce a condom but it turned out his idea of being prepared was a small tube of lube. He rubbed some into his meaty arse and bent forward and I pushed my cock up his arse and began to fuck him. He groaned "Oh yeah, fuck me....fuck me!" He was quite vocal, urging me to fuck him harder as I took hold of his hips and began to really fuck him. I told him I was getting close and he moaned "harder, fuck me harder!" I kept fucking him and then told him I was ready to cum and he moaned "Do it, cum in me, cum in my arse!" I began to shoot my cum right into him as I felt his arse tighten around my cock and he wanked his cum out in front of him as I shot a big load of cum deep into his arse. When we had both pulled our pants up we chatted for a while. He told me he didn't get the chance to fuck with guys very often but liked to do it when he got the chance. I told him I had enjoyed every minute of it and he grinned and said he had too. I said I had especially enjoyed cumming in his arse and he grinned again and said he knew he should use protection but he really liked to feel guys cum in his arse. As I drove back through the countryside I thought of him working on his farm and then going home to his family- another married straight guy that nobody would suspect had an arse loaded with cum. Part 9 to follow

Part 3: Cherry popped Once inside my life forever changed. Tom asked me to call him Daddy from this point on. And I had no problem with that. Daddy and I kissed passionately while we undressed each other. That's when I noticed a scorpion tattoo I had not noticed before. Daddy explained what it meant that he had HIV and said he wanted to share his gift with me. Instead of being scared I got excited and involuntarily shot a load of cum on the floor. Daddy then kissed me again as we made our way to what was to become our bedroom. Daddy laid me on the bed on my stomach and started eating my ass out preparing me for his huge cock. Daddy took his time and slowly worked his fingers in and out until I was taking four fingers with ease. My cock was rock hard again and so was Daddy's. He lubed up his cock and slowly slid it inside my aching ass. It hurt like hell at first but after a few minutes I was moaning like a cheap whore. Daddy went slow and was hitting my prostate perfectly. Since Daddy had already cum once he had great stamina. He would alternate between slow strokes to fast strokes which was driving me insane. Before I knew it I shot a load of cum into the mattress without touching my cock. This caused my asshole to tighten and Daddy shot a huge load in my ass. I was now injected with Daddy's gift. I used my ass muscles to milk Daddy's cock clean. Upon doing so I kept Daddy hard. Daddy got off of me and laid on his back while I got on top and rode his cock. I took my time enjoying every delicious inch of Daddy. I positioned myself so Daddy's cock rubbed my prostate at all times. I shot my third load of the night and still hadn't touched my own cock. Again this made Daddy's cock explode inside my ass and again he shot another huge load of cum. I fell against Daddy's chest exhausted. We kissed again and without asking me to I went down and cleaned Daddy's cock before snuggling up next to him for the night. I had taken three poz loads from Daddy in a few hours and I was so happy to receive Daddy's graduation gift to his new son. Saturday morning brings more sex and facing mom looking like a slut.

Part 1: First Time Meeting The Jelous Daddy After I became sexually active things escalated quickly. It didn't take long for me to start seeking out strangers online to fuck me. I was freshly 18 years old and was still in high school, living with my parents, and couldn't drive. So, most of the guys i met were older guys who were able to pick me up and bring me back to their place. I had been chatting with an older daddy type for awhile. He'd send me pics from time to but was always to nervous to agree to meet. But his pics were fantastic. He was good-looking, muscular, and had a nice 8in cock (I could tell from the pics it was thicker than any cock id taken up to that point). Eventually he relaxed enough to agree to meet. So I gave him my description and asked him to pic me from a store just down the road from my school at 3:30. When the day finally came I rushed to the meeting spot to wait. Even though I was early, about 15 min, I didn't have to wait long because he had been waiting in for me to show up in a black pickup truck. He pulled up in a flash and took off as soon as jumped in. The truck was a practically brand new and looked like one of the more expensive models. I was sitting across from him on the trucks bench seat. We chatted a bit as we started driving to his place. He still seemed quite nervous and kept remarking about how young I looked. So I decided to help him take his mind off things. I undid my seat belt and moved closer to him. He stopped mid sentence when I reached over and started rubbing his cock. He quickly got the idea and adjusted his position slightly so could undo his belt. I undid his pants and pulled cock out of his briefs. He was already a bit hard, but not enough to stand upright if I let go. It was about 6inchs in this state but still thicker than almost, but not every, cock I'd had. I started working my hand up and down the length of his shaft. I looked around while I was rubbing is dick and noticed we were still in town with alot of cars on the road. We pulled up to a red light and another truck stopped beside us. When I realized he would see everything that was happening if he just glanced over at us, I got excited. I got on all fours with my head between daddies belly and the steering wheel and ass visibly in the the air (in plain view of the guy stopped next to us). I started to work daddies cock with my mouth. He was focused on driving and still not fully erect, but he was a little harder and was now probably about 6.5 inches. Thile light must have turned green because we started moving again. I wasnt very experienced with oral and kept gagging whenever we hit a bump. We hit two more stop lights leaving town. I was too focused on sucking cock to notice if there were people around us at the lights. Given the time of day there was probably someone next to us at every light. Although people in cars would have be too low to see into the cab However, because I was on all fours they probally could've still seen my ass in the air. When we arrived at his place he pulled into driveway and put the car in park. I tried to finish strong by pushing him as far into my throat as I could. I barely got past the half way point before I gaged and pulled off. A strand of my saliva hung off my lips and connected with the head of his cock. He was pretty hard now and had grown to about 7 inchs. I took two deep breaths and tried again. I only made it a little further on the second attempt but managed not to gag. He pushed his dick back into his underwear and buttened his pants. We got out of truck and walked to the front door. Overall the drive only took about 20 minutes. He had a big house in a new subdivision (the kind where all the houses kinda look the same). We went inside and I followed him to the kitchen. He asked if I wanted a drink. He listed off a few things he had and I settled on asking for a beer. As he handed me the beer he smiled "Im pretty sure you're not old enough to drink." I took the beer and replied "I'm old enough to drink, I'm just not old enough to drink legally." He laughed as he poured himself a glass of bourbon and took a sip. I took a swig of my drink and set down the bottle. Then got on my knees and undid his pants again. His pants fell down to knees and I started to rub the large bulge in his underwear. With his free hand he reached down and pulled his cock over the his underwears waistband. He held it by the base and moved it to be level with my lips. I opened my mouth and started gently sucking him again. He took another sip of bourbon and set down the glass. Still holding the base of his cock he reached down and ran his fingers through my hair while my head moved back on forth on his cock. After a minute or two of gentle sucking he grabbed the back of my head and started to move my head himself. He was still being pretty gentle, just moving my head at a slightly faster pace. I gagged a bit and pulled away to take a few breaths. He gave me a second to catch my breath before he grabbed me with both hands and pulled me back onto his dick. He was going a bit faster now and was almost fully erect, about 7.5 inches. He started to move his hips in rhythm my head. I was focusing on trying to gag to much. After a few minutes, he looked down at me said, "you think you can deep throat this cock boy?" Cock still my my mouth I mumbled that I'd try. He grabbed the back of my head pushed me towards him while he trusted his cock forward into my mouth. My eyes started to water and I immediately started to gag while he held my head in place and pushed his dick further. He held me there for a few seconds while I tried to push away. When he let go I fell backwards onto my butt and started coughing. I quickly regained my composure and returned to my place on my knees in front of him. He said "That was three seconds and you didn't even make it all the way" He paused a moment and sipped hi bourbon. He said "I thought you said you were slutty teen boy" I looked up and said, "I can take it deeper in ass than in my mouth" He grabbed the back of my head again, "I guess you're gonna need to practice." He pushed his cock back down my throat. "Five seconds this time, try to go deeper." I fell back again when he let go, coughing with tears starting to run down my cheeks (I wasn't crying but my gag reflex was making my eyes water). I got back into position and opened my mouth. "You're not gonna pull away this time. Were gonna do three seconds deep then three seconds deep and if my dick comes out of your mouth between between counts were gonna jump to thirty seconds" He pushed his cock back down my throat (I was still only taking about 3 quarters of it). After 3 seconds he let go and I pulled back but kept my lips wrapped around the head. He quickly grabbed again and pushed his cock back in for another 3 seconds. I started coughing when he pulled it out "Good, now 5 seconds deep then 5 seconds deep and if my dick comes out of your mouth between between counts were gonna jump to thirty seconds" He pushed his cock down my throat again and held me while he counted. I gagged as he withdrew his cock and pulled all the way off. "I told you there would consequences if that cock left your mouth." He grabbed me and moved me so my back was to the kitchen island. "Now you're really gonna take it deep." He pushed in hard. I couldnt pull away with my head sandwiched between his pelvis and the kitchen island. He started counting. I tried to take it all the way but after 5 seconds he started rocking in and out a bit. I started gaging on his cock. By the time he got to ten I was gaging and coughing on his cock. Each cough blew saliva from the corners if mouth which stuck onto his public hair and ran down my chin. When he got to 15 I started trying to push him away but he grabbed my hands and pinned them against the edge of the counter top. At 20 seconds he started aggressively fucking my face. I was still trying pull away but thought my throat fuck was almost over. Finally he reached 30 seconds. I was relieved it was almost over, then I heard him count 31 as he pushed in all the way to base and held it there. He pulled out when he hit 40 and I fell to the floor limp while he stood over herking his massive cock. "Get up and open you're mouth slut" he commanded and I did as I was told. I opened my mouth and waited. He grabbed me with his free hand and pushed me head lower whike tilting my head back. Within a few seconds he shot a burst of thick white cum across my face with most of it landing on my left cheek just under my eye. Three more spurts went into my open mouth. I stayed still in case more was comming. I continued to jerk for a few more seconds before pausing. There was still a glob of cum sticking his cock head. He gave it a quick shake and it landed on my chin. He examined his handiwork for minute before telling me not to swallow. He pulled up his pants and led me out. I kept his cum on my face and in my mouth the whole ride back to the store he picked me up from. Before I got out he had me open my mouth to show the cum was still there. Finally he had me gargle it before swallowing. He took off as soon as was out and I quickly wiped the cum from my cheek into my mouth and swallowed again. I scooped the glob off my chin and sucked my finger clean. It was about 5pm when he dropped me off so still had to wait an hour and half to get picked up. To be continued...

Let's just file this one under fiction, okay? 'Cause I'd die if people knew what happened to me. I guess it all started a few weeks ago. I was on a4a and received a message from a hot hung dude. Let's call him Tommy. In my entire life I had never before seen so stunningly gorgeous a man, and his dick was perfection. Then I read his status: poz. Although he was amazingly good looking, I thought about it, and held-off on responding to his message. A couple of days later he messaged me again and asked if I was his type. I didn't want to be rude, so I told him I thought he was hot but I don't play with poz guys. Well, to make a long story short, he made an interesting proposition that was hard to ignore. Or maybe I couldn't ignore it because I was hard? Ehh .. who knows. To make a long story short, he ended up at my place and his dick was starting to enter me. In all honesty I was a little freaked out: a poz dick was about to enter my hole. This was definitely a first. But, I remembered Tommy's assurance that he would only 'shallow fuck' me and this was very safe. His plan was to very slowly work his fat dick into my hole and then very slowly and very gently fuck me with just the tip of his massive cock. He explained to me that it could feel better than being fucked hard and deep because all of the sensations are magnified when the top goes slow. And damn, was he right! Not only was his cock the biggest I had ever had in my ass, he also entered my ass more slowly than any big cock had ever fucked me before. When we started, I honestly thought it would hurt like hell, but he used a massive amount of lube and, true to his word, was very gentle. The problem was that it felt way to good. He didn't need to ask me. I'm sure my moans told him all he needed to hear. "How's that feeling?" he whispered into my ear. All I could do was answer with more moans and gasps. "Okay," he said, "we should probably stop now. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Then, he stopped and withdrew. Almost involuntarily I found myself pleading "Please, put it back in!" He kissed the back of my neck and replied "Gosh, I love fucking your hot bubble butt, but, I'm liking it too much," adding as he rubbed my crack with his cock, "and I'm worry you will like it too much and that I'll turn you into a chaser." I just wanted to get fucked more. II heard about bug chasers before. Those were stupid crazy people. I'm not one of them. "Please just a little more,"I pleaded. Tommy complied, saying "Okay, but I have to go just a little deeper. If I don't, I might pop out; the real difficulty is in the penetration. I have to make sure that I stay in your hole." That kinda made sense, I reasoned. I felt him slide it back in. Oh God! It felt beyond fantastic. My ass was stretching wide, but it didn't burn like most tops make me feel. "Fuck, that's deep!" I shrieked. Tommy assured me that it was only half-way in. "You're taking it well." And the brief painful jabbing sensation I had just felt was immediately replaced by a warm pleasant sensation. His pace was much quicker than the slow shallow strokes with which he had started. Now each stroke was more forceful, and brought me even more intense pleasure. Tommy whispered into my ear, "we should probably stop soon before I lose control. Unless you want a load of poz cum deep inside you." He drove his cock deeper into me as if to emphasize how far he was invading my hole at that point. The rational part of my brain told me that I needed to stop, but, it felt so wonderful. My orgasm was building. And I didn't want the pleasure to stop. All I could do was moan in response. Tommy tried to remind me that I was making a bad decision. "I can tell you're loving this, but, if you don't tell me to stop, I'll blast my poz cum inside your ass. Is that what you really want?" He then picked up his pace as if he knew the answer I couldn't say aloud. Oh my god. Why didn't I say stop? Was it because it felt amazing? Or did I maybe want a poz load in me? Wait, am I a bug chaser? Tommy was pounding me hard and deep now. I felt his balls slap against my taint. The sensations were overwhelming. I couldn't think straight. No, I'm not a bug chaser. But, fuck .. it felt so good! I just wanted him to keep fucking me. That's all. When I heard my voice demand he 'Fuck me', somehow it seemed like someone else had given the order. He paused for a moment. "Oh, you love this big dick inside you huh?" Why was he teasing me now. "Yes, fuck me!" I blurted out. My orgasm was so close. I needed him to continue. I pulled at his legs to show the urgency I felt. He slowly resumed pace and gave me one final warning "this big poz dick is gonna give you AIDS," as his pace picked-up. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! He was assailing my hole. I felt my balls tighten and I could feel his dick grow tight. My hole was being destroyed with each thrust, but I couldn't let it end. I couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth as I started to jerk my cock, "I don't care! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I was so close to cumming. A voice in the back of my head was telling me "you're becoming a chaser." Or wait, did Tommy say that? I couldn't think clearly. But, all I could say before I came was "shoot your poz cum in me! Give me AIDS!" I felt a his cock twitch and pumping, and even as he did, another voice in the back of my head was telling me 'he's shooting poz cum into your ass'. And I didn't care. In fact, I loved it and blurted out "Yes! Fuck yes!" just as I shot my own load into my stomach. I could still feel Tommy pulsating inside my as as I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. Tommy collapsed beside me. As the seconds passed I came to reality. Holy shit, what I had I done?

It is officially Schoolies week, where 18 years old have just finished high school and are partying, so I went do my local sex club and it was busy with horny 18 year olds. So I found a spot I like striped off and got on all fours, I would have waited probably 30 seconds when I felt a cock enter me, 2 minutes later the guy was cumming inside me, as he pulled out I suddenly felt another cock spear my cunt and start to fuck me me, he lasted all of minute before he was cumming, I lost count after the 8th cock that fucked me today, all I know is my cunt was full and sloppy with cum, it was actually leaking with my butt plug inside me. I love horny 18 year olds that just want to get there nut inside a hole. I will be visiting the club again tomorrow afternoon for my fill. I will also be writing on my ass No Load Refused.

Bottom here: Yes… it’s possible and happened. I met up with a guy one night where the sex was great and he ended up spending the night. The next morning we talked and found out our views on a few things were total opposites. He quickly left. A few weeks later, I ran into him at a bar and exchanged “attitude” and angry looks but by the end of the end of the night he was back at my place fucking me even harder than the first time. I don’t even know who initiated it and I have to admit the tension improved the sex and he left right after. We repeated it a few times but never talked about anything again.

I think it depends on what time I'm spending. Bookstores/Arcades are a quickie for me. Maybe an hour, or if its super busy a couple of hours. I love sticking my hard cock through a glory hole in a video booth and getting it worked over first by a hot mouth then when he flips around and backs his hole up on my cock! These tend to be quickies for me. The bathhouse is normally when I have a few to several hours to spend. These tend to be better quality fucking/breeding, more wild, more group play, and more memorable. I do like to shower, sauna/steam, show off, etc. at the tubs. The best is heading to a sex club or a sex party, where both quantity and quality dudes/scenes/party play is going on. The best 'after hours' I ever went to was my first. Made out with some hot guys on the dancefloor, and got a card shoved into my jock. Invitation only pnp skin only party. Ended up spun up, in the sling, taking raw cock from 10 or so of the hottest fuckers in town/visiting. While i got lots of dick, i only got 3 loads, as most guys edged all party long.

I was 18. He was 34. I met him through a friend that he was fucking. I wanted him so bad. He was all man and loved being surrounded by pussy bottoms. I tried everything to get with him but he was not having it. One day I asked him why he was not interested. He said he was very interested but did not play with neg bottoms. I was instantly on a mission to get him to convert me. It took almost 6 months but I wore him down and he bred me. I believe I was pozzed that first time but can’t be sure. He bred me continuously over the following months until finally I got sick. We actually stayed together for about seven more years. He has a 9.5 thick boy breaking cock that I still crave. I have “dated” a lot of men of color since and feel that I naturally gravitate towards them.

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hapter 19: Pizza Boy Delivers. The night FINALLY arrived, and the doctor placed the order for pizza. He only ordered one, but eating wasn't what we had in mind. The pizza boy delivered quickly, and found us all naked on the sofa. He quickly stripped, and was rock hard. The doctor led him to the shower to make sure he was clean both inside and out. Pizza boy apparently loved his first experience with a shower shot, when they returned the doctor told him that if he loved that, just wait until our toxic seed was up his ass. The doctor told him he was confident that he was ready and willing to be gifted, and that my cock would be both the first and last to breed him. He continued by saying before that, he would have to breed me to prove his worthiness as a top. He then told him if he didn't seem worthy, I would be the only one to breed him tonight. I positioned myself on a fuck bench and simply said breed me bitch. Pizza boy spit on my hole and shoved his cock in me balls to the wall. Surprisingly he was a great verbal top, saying things like take my last negative load. He fucked me for around 20 minutes before unloading in me. After finishing I cleaned his cock, and instructed him to get on the bench with his ass up. He immediately complied, and I put a cruel condom on my cock. At first I teased his ass by just slipping the tip of my cock in. I wasn't sure if he could feel the probe on top of the condom, but moved my cock head around hoping he did. Before I went balls to the wall in him, I made him beg and convince me he wanted to be converted by me. Once I was confident he was, I gave him the fucking of his life! I was a fucking monster! I slapped his tight ass making it deep red. I'd pull my cock completely out of him when I thought i was close to cumming. I made him beg for it, telling him I wasn't convinced he wanted my toxic load, even though I knew he did. After about 30 minutes of intense fucking, I blew my toxic seed in him. He thanked me then cleaned my cock. I was somewhat of an ass, and said he meant nothing to me, just my first conversion. The pizza boy was overcome by what just happened, and we all had to laugh when he said I fucked just like the doctor! He then started begging the others to breed him, but the doctor kept him waiting. He told the boy he knew his ass was tight and needed some stretching first. The doctor reached into his trick bag which contained a number of various size dildos, and we all took turns on him until he shot a huge load. With that the doctor asked who he wanted to be the next to seed him. The boy indicated he wanted all of us to do it, but wanted the waiter to do it, as he was marked. The doctor said stupid fag. You are a dump, and have no choice! My partner then slammed his cock deep in him, saying that we had the sane DNA, and he was just a chasing whore to us. After my partner nutted deep in him, the waiter mounted him. The waiter told him that although he was a dump, he hoped that he would spread his seed to others once poz. Pizza boy just said yes Sir. After he nutted in him it was the doctors turn. After watching the doctor was super horned and dropped his load in him in less than 10 minutes. As I was the first, I would be the last to breed him. I was about to mount him, and the doctor told me to put the cruel condom on again. Granted i wasn't fond of using one, but I was conflicted. I knew it would tear his insides up, yet it would also make my cock raw and bleed. After I seeded him, the doctor suggested we head to the pool for some cocktails and our now cold Pizza. We headed to the pool and the doctor put the pizza in the oven to warm it. The doctor returned to the pool where we had a drink waiting for him. Luckily the doctor ordered an extra large pizza as we were all hungry. After finishing, the doctor told the boy he wanted his HONEST thoughts on the night first. The doctor then asked the boy if he was friends with Tina and the boy said yes, but didn't have a reliable source. The doctor said he now did! After a few hits, the doctor again asked him on his thoughts about the night. The boy said he truly desired huge cock I ike my partners and the waiter, but still enjoyed my cock and the doctors. He said it wasn't the size of the wand, but the magic in it. After a few more smokes the doctor said it was time for bed, and I agreed. The doctor and I were going to sleep together, yet room for another. The pizza boy said he'd join us, much to our surprise. He got in bed between the doctor and I with my cock positioned at his ass, and his at the doctors. It wasn't long before both our asses had a cock in them!

“So why do they call you Puta instead of Puto?” Valentino asked, still snuggled under the covers to stay warm while Julio brushed his teeth in the mirror above the sink. Julio smiled in the mirror back at the sexy, somewhat innocent blonde. “Is better. When you call a man by a woman name, is two insults, not jus one.” He emphasized his point with his toothbrush. “Beside, dey only call me dat because das what I call dem. I don’t tink dey even know what it mean.” “What does it mean?” Valentino asked, seriously. “It mean ‘handsome’, very very handsome.” Puta replied with a straight face. Valentino nodded his head slowly in agreement. “Yeah, that makes sense. So you can call me Puta too.” Julio grinned. “Ay! No! It means whore, like a prostitute. Guapo is handsome, like you. You are guapo, muy guapo.” Valentino lay there with his mouth wide open in shock. “You… Ugh! I can’t believe I fell for that.” Julio walked back to the bed grinning. “Is what I like about you, guapo. You are very sweet.” “I’m not going to believe another word you say.” Valentino pouted, turning his head away. Julio climbed up on the bed on his hands and knees. “You are very sexy when you are angry, tesoro miso.” “Lies.” Valentino replied. Julio nuzzled Valentino’s neck with a growl. “Jess, like dat. Is making me want you more.” He kissed and licked his way up his lover’s neck, stopping his tongue at his ear to nibble and lick softly and slowly. In a soft voice he said “I think you are beautiful, sexy, sweet, a good man.” Punctuating each word with another lick, or a kiss. Valentino was moaning softly. “It’s not true.” He mumbled. “Is all true. You taste good, you smell good, you smile is like da sun when it rise above the ocean, you lips… mmm la fruta dulce…” Julio kissed his way over Valentino’s forehead with little pecks. He placed a hand on Valentino’s cheek and gently turned his head to look at him. He stared into Valentino’s eyes. “I am falling in love with you, Valentino.” The blonde closed his eyes and sighed. “Julio…. Please don’t play with me, not about that, okay?” Valentino was used to being disappointed. Most guys, at lease the ones he developed crushes on, were never interested in any kind of involved long term relationship. Sure, they loved having sex with him. He knew he was attractive, but his opinion was he looked boyish and not quite grown up. His ears stuck out just a bit too much. Not as bad as that guy Dumbo in the Bravos, but more than what he considered normal. He sighed. It didn’t help that he couldn’t suppress his eagerness about everything. He just wanted to jump in to get a task done, to learn the material, complete the training, pretty much everything. Even things he was reluctant to do, he just started immediately because he wanted to get it over with. So, he knew he came across as younger than he was. He even still volunteered way too much, which was a good thing and a bad thing. The other Charlies appreciated when he stepped up, keeping them from being assigned the duty. But it was getting to the point where he thought they expected it. “I not play with you about this, my love. At first, jess… we jus have fun.” Julio said, still stroking Valentino’s face softly. “But I see you are a very good person.” Julio sighed. “We not know where we go now, but maybe we don’t see each other again for a long time. I want you to know, Valentino, that I like you more than for jus fun. Is not bad to say how you feel.” *************************** Why did it have to be twenty two degrees out? At least the morning was sunny and the day would warm up above just above freezing in the afternoon. In the fucking dirt again, god DAMMIT. “This FUCKING SUCKS!” Demon shouted, expressing exactly what every single one of them was thinking. “Just think of that pussy you got this weekend, Demon. Happy thoughts.” Dumbo countered. “Yeah, well I’d rather be licking pussy than tasting this dirt. That was some good shit. Perfect tits too.” Demon responded with a little more calm. “Any ideas, Bootlicker?” Assmunch called out. The Bravos were currently immobilized, tied securely hand and foot and on their sides stripped down to underwear and tee shirts, scattered across the small clearing. “Yeah, I’m gonna have Wanker pull my dick out so I can take a piss on his ropes. Maybe that will loosen them enough he can get free.” Bootlicker answered. “Seriously, Bootlicker?” Wanker said angrily. “Hey, it’ll be nice and warm.” Bootlicker said with laughter in his voice. Half the Bravos laughed. “Fuck you, Bootlicker.” Wanker responded. “And fuck the rest of you too, assholes.” “Do it, Bootlicker.” Assmunch said. They had to get free, find their packs and gear where ever those guys had stashed them, and get warm. The clock was counting down. It was too cold to delay. “Pee on someone else. Why does it have to be me?” Wanker whined. “Pee on Weeble, he’s smaller, he can probably get out the ropes easier. He’s got little lady hands.” “You’re closer. I don’t want to crawl all the way over to Weeble.” Bootlicker said, already scooting his way towards Wanker. “Fuck my life. I hate every single one of you.” Wanker said in defeat. “You’re cut off, no more special privileges.” He threatened. “Aw, c’mon Wanker, don’t be like that. Some of us count on that.” Troll said. “We’re not the ones pissing on you. Hey, maybe you’ll like it, you never know. It’s a fetish some people have.” “Jess, Puta. Da Golden Showers. Lotta people like it, you maybe like it too.” Puta chimed in. “Just stop fucking talking about it!” Wanker shouted, making everyone laugh with the unhinged furious tone in his words. “I get to pee on you then, Bootlicker. Fair is fair.” Bootlicker laughed. “If we get tied up again, I’ll let you pee on me Wanker. Now reach in for my dick. It’s right there, feel?” “Yeah, I can feel your dick, you can stop humping into me asshole. This better work. Hold on…. There, it’s out.” “Here goes…” Bootlicker warned before letting loose. Wanker felt the hot stream pour over his hands, then it strengthened into a forceful flow. “Shit, it’s hot! Fuck Bootlicker, why is your piss that temperature?” “Temperature differential, idiot”. Bootlicker answered, grunting. “It feels warmer because you’re freezing. Shut up, I’m focusing.” “I’m free.” Weeble called out from further away. “Hell yeah Weeble, untie me!” Alaska responded immediately. “You can stop, Bootlicker!” Wanker exploded, trying to move away. Bootlicker laughed. “Sorry, can’t stop mid-stream, I have to finish.” Assmunch noticed the cloud of steam rising from between Bootlicker and Wanker as the hot urine splashed into the cold air. Well, Bootlicker was a dick, but Wanker should already know that. He couldn’t imagine how soaked Wanker was getting, Bootlicker was probably spraying all over Wankers back. At least he was getting a little warmth from it. And honestly, Assmunch thought it might be a fun thing to try with Kevin one day. Maybe. But in the shower, definitely not anywhere else. Wanker succeeded in rolling to his knees away from Bootlicker. Weeble of course freed Zeus and Sleeper first, then Sleeper untied Assmunch, and Assmunch went directly to Bootlicker and Wanker. Fun and games were fine, but no need to prolong Wanker’s torture. “It’s just piss, Wanker, settle down. It’s not going to hurt you.” He said as he undid the wet nylon paracord around Wanker’s wrists. “Doesn’t look like it was going to work anyway. I guess paracord doesn’t stretch when it gets wet like regular rope.” He looked over at Bootlicker, who was grinning. He already knew that, as Bootlicker would, of course. These two and their pranks. They’d sort it out between them. Wanker might be mad for a little bit, but he’d get over it. No one else wanted to play their kind of games, so they were stuck with each other. Holler and Alaska were already discussing figuring out where the men who’d done this to them took their packs and gear. Cellblock joined them, gesturing to the ground, then off to the west and the three of them split up slightly to head off in that general directly taking different routes. It wouldn’t be far, that much Assmunch knew. Probably 50 yards off in the woods, or less. The goal wasn’t to deprive them of their gear, but to make them search for it. Assmunch went over everything he remembered from the time when Major Collins turned them over to a group of fifteen rough looking men. They were transported several hours from Ft. Benning. Every time one of the Bravos tried to talk, they were shouted at to shut the fuck up, and these guys weren’t relaxed, they were serious, hard and unforgiving. They weren’t wearing uniforms of any kind, just basic khaki and desert colored tactical clothing. Every single one of them had facial hair of some kind, some full beards, mustaches, goatees. Definitely not active military unless they were SOF (Special Operations Forces). Those guys could do what they wanted and didn’t have to maintain grooming standards. When they reached their destination they were told to pack out for patrol, only given scant seconds to get themselves loaded up before ten of what Assmunch guessed were former soldiers began running off into the woods beside the compound they were in. There was no command, no order, but he knew the expectation was to follow. He began running immediately. The ten men were unencumbered by packs and gear and they set a brutal pace staying far enough ahead that it was extremely difficult to keep sight of them. The Bravos hadn’t run like this in weeks. They were also running on empty stomachs as they had been given no time to eat before they left the base well before sunrise. At least he’d told all of them to fill their canteens, even though the Bravos hadn’t needed the reminder. Any time you were told to gear up you didn’t dare neglect a single preparation. Sarge had taught them that with enough pain and suffering that it was now something they just did, every time. The message so far had been clear: the mission had begun and while they might not know the objective they were to operate as if they were in a combat zone which meant no questions, peak awareness, and act with deliberate attention. They would be told what was expected when it was time for them to know. Until then, pay attention. Assmunch memorized landmarks as he went, and he knew the Bravos were doing the same. An outcropping here, a hill there, this weird tree, following a ravine carved by washout during successive rains, a grouping of bushes that had vibrantly green leaves in the middle of winter. They were going overland in terrain, not taking a formerly beaten path, which made their exertion harder. Up, down, rarely level. At this pace, your knees, back, and ankles were likely to give out so extra care and attention were necessary to avoid injury. Two hours and extreme exhaustion later they were encircled in this very clearing and told to strip, which they did and then they were roughly restrained with knotted paracord as they were standing, their hands behind their backs. The final indignity was being shoved sideways to topple to the ground. The inexperienced might have been injured, but after Airborne they all automatically collapsed into a PLF that saved them from injury. They all just lay there grateful to have the rest this afforded after the insane ruck pace they’d just endured. Assmunch hid his surprise and how impressed he was when the ten men easily grabbed two or more of their packs and left the clearing. But that was useful information because he knew they were unlikely to take them very far before discarding them. Which also told Assmunch they were expected to retrieve them. Which meant they were expected to free themselves by any means necessary. See? There was information in every situation. He assumed when they found their gear they’d have a clue to the next objective. And if his gut feeling was right, it would be something they would have a very difficult time reaching before dark. If they didn’t achieve it, they would suffer for it, he knew. There was the slight possibility that a reward waited if they could succeed, perhaps the warmth of a campfire, a warm meal. So far, this was Infantry training basics: out for patrol, some form of ambush, a dirty trick to hamstring the platoon or squad, being pushed to force them to extend their limits… there’d be some sign of what they had to do next. The Bravos knew better than to call out when they found their gear, and instead Cellblock returned at a run. “Found it. We better hurry, there’s going to be a delay.” He said cryptically. Assmunch frowned when he saw what they were dealing with. All of their gear, every piece of equipment and clothing was strewn about, having been yanked out of their rucks before being thrown haphazardly over an area roughly thirty yards square. An area that didn’t have good drainage. Mud and ankle deep water everywhere. Up in the branches of several trees, more gear. “Let’s get to it, locate everyone’s blouses first, dry is top priority. No sense putting on trousers or boots yet. Chunk, Sleeper, Dumbo, Wanker, Holler, Weeble and Troll, you stay here and sort everyone’s stuff. The rest of you, let’s go swimming.” Every piece of clothing, every piece of gear and equipment would have someone’s name written on it in permanent marker. More information came from this scene of chaos and destruction: these guys weren’t going to make it easy on them. In fact, they were going to be worse than tough, they would descend to the worst levels of punishment and torture. Was it a test? Preparation? Did it matter? “Fuck, they destroyed the MRE’s we had.” Dimples called out, holding up an open kit that had several tears in it most likely made by a field knife. Yeah, this was definitely intended to be a level below hell. “Anyone seeing any sleeping bags? I haven’t come across one yet.” Fuck… if they had to shelter somewhere it was going to be almost impossible in this freezing weather. “Then let’s hurry up, the longer this takes, the sooner darkness comes. We need to be on our way.” Assmunch announced, pulling up a pair of underwear that said ‘Chambers’. Weeble’s. Fuck they were small. He chucked them over to the group waiting on dry land. “Cellblock, there has to be some sort of clue about what we do next. Find it.” “I’m on it, Assmunch.” Holler called out in his thick twang. “Nuthin thisaway, Cellblock. Might could be yonder.” Did people really talk like that these days? Assmunch supposed so, after all there was a real live hillbilly right over there freezing in his underwear talking in a whole other language of made up words and gibberish. Holler was an incredibly likable guy, fairly innocent and eager. It would be easy to base an assessment of his intelligence on his speech, but Holler wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t as smart as Cellblock or Bootlicker, but he learned his stuff as well as everyone else, maybe with a little help on the reading part. Assmunch suspected Holler had a reading disability. He had more than a little trouble struggling his way through some of the manuals they were given. But that didn’t mean he was stupid, far from it. Once something was explained to him, he connected the dots just fine. And he was clever. He taught everyone who didn’t already know how to place every element of their weapon in a specific order and place when field stripping so that it could be reassembled in the quickest time. Even if you were right handed, it was faster to put some parts with your left hand because re-orienting your weapon ate up valuable half-seconds. All of them practiced Holler’s method now and were within a second of each other in their races. Dimples, on the other hand, was a master at loading a magazine. Click, click, click, click, click…his hands moved so fast you couldn’t see him palm the next round before he pushed it down and in. Fortunately, their captors hadn’t been total dicks, and made sure the important gear and clothing stayed dry, but there was enough wet stuff that Assmunch wondered if it might be useful to light a few fires to dry the stuff out. But that would take time, and Assmunch had his intuition gnawing at him that time was something they didn’t have much of. It wasn’t long before they each had every piece of their gear and kit and they busied themselves with re-packing their rucks. “Figure it out, men, we have to move.” He called out, making the decision he knew he was going to make from the very start. Still, you can’t ignore the options and actually have to consider their usefulness. Doing that becomes a habit over time, and you might miss a critical element at a crucial time during a mission, so never skip the options part. No fire. Had they been left with food, it might have been useful to fuel up before patrol. “Nuthin, Assmunch”. Holler called out before running to his pile. “Not a thing, Assmunch”. Cellblock echoed from his search area. “Well fuck. Holler, pick your team. Guess we have to do this the hard way.” Assmunch grumbled. “Alray know.” Holler called back. “He knows which direction they went, or already figured it was going to be the hard way.” Cellblock repeated. Early on, the Bravos set up a system where anyone who understood what Holler said just repeated it in plain English. Most of the time, it wasn’t that hard, and Holler was making an effort to say things clearer, but every now and then he rolled marbles around in his mouth while he spoke. Holler smiled. “Yup, Yup.” “Both.” Cellblock said. “Good, I’ve got a bad feeling this is going to really suck, and we won’t eat until we reach our objective.” Assmunch said, causing a low murmur. “They say that in the Army, the biscuits are so fine, One rolled off the table, and killed a friend of mine.” Shark called out. The Bravos answered in cadence… “OH I DON’T WANT NO MORE OF ARMY LIFE, GEE MA, I WANNA GO HOME!” And from there, everyone called out their favorite verse. Pancakes, coffee, meat, Soon, they were following Holler through the woods and brush as he tracked their captors. It didn’t go fast because even when Holler darted up ahead, it could be a false trail. The group stayed at a deliberate, slow pace while the scout and his team investigated the signs of previous passage. Tracking Patrol was in the hands of the scout. The platoon only had to stay aware for signs of ambush. Holler’s team was reliable, consisting of Footlong, Shark, Silent and AF who had proven themselves time and time again to be the best at discerning the most minute indications. Tracking was a talent, not something that could be learned entirely from a book. Holler explained it was a a feeling you got, mostly intuition, and your brain put different signs together. Only in the best circumstances did you have a boot print in the mud. More often it was how the vegetation was positioned, it was thinking like what you were tracking ‘I’d stay on hard ground, so that way isn’t an option’, or ‘brambles too thick up there, I’d want to keep moving quickly, so it has to be that way.’ Game trails were great, and useful if speed was the need, which was usually the case for anything that was running away from something. If deception and ambush, or getting lost was the goal, hiding places, high ground, cover…those were likely to indicate direction of travel. Were your targets experienced or a novice? Choices would be made, different for each. Hundreds of small inputs that Holler said he didn’t have to think about anymore. He had a reliability scale in his head that just made him know he could count on a sign or indication. He came running back. “Eh split up”. He said. “Of course they did. What do you think they’re doing?” Assmunch asked, he didn’t even question Holler’s conclusions anymore. Holler shrugged. “Might could be they wanna come round n hit us from aside.” “Ten of them? Hmmmm. Seems unlikely, but I’ll have Demon pick perimeter scouts.” Assmunch replied. He received a single nod from Holler. Best to cover as many possibilities as you could. “It’s up to you, Holler. What’s our move?” “Eh know we followin’, eh want us ta, athink”. Holler grinned. “Athink we oughta not.” Assmunch chuckled. “You want to throw a wrench in their big plan?” “Yup.” “You got an idea of where we need to be?” “Sumkinadea” So Holler had come to a decision about what they needed to do. It wasn’t a 100% certainty, but he was confident it was the right thing to do in this situation. With an unknown enemy who definitely had a plan, most of the time you wanted to be unpredictable, choose the craziest safe option, something they might not have planned for. You force them to adjust and they might just make a mistake. “Cellblock, MiniHulk, Sleeper, Shark…”. Assmunch called out to his squad leaders, who came running over. “First, anyone know where we are? My guess is somewhere in Northern Alabama.” Assmunch asked. “Yeah, they brought us mostly north. If we’re over the Georgia/Alabama border, it’s not by much.” Cellblock answered. “Holler wants to change the game. Agree? Disagree? Options? Counters?” Assmunch asked. “Is our objective to find these guys, or fortify a position and wait?” Shark asked. “Holler thinks we’re meant to follow them but they aren’t making it easy. If we’re being led to an encampment they aren’t going straight there, which means they’re burning time. You have anything more, Holler?” Assmunch explained. “Yup, been goin nor’east, roundabouts, cept not drectly. Figger what we need gonna end up thar anyways.” Holler heaved his shoulders. “Howbout fuckitdoit? Caint be far.” Assmunch gazed at his squad leaders. The best thing about them was they all thought differently. Cellblock liked safe options. Sleeper was aggressive, preferring confronting a challenge directly, testing their limits, busting in through the front door with shock and awe. Shark was sneaky and brutal, if he could add a little damage to an objective he would. Shark never wanted to use a door, he wanted to blow a hole in the side of the building and go in that way. “Last thing they’re ready for.” He’d say. Shark and Demon got along great. MiniHulk was usually by the book, deliberate and precise, never in a hurry, chipping away at an objective and eroding resistance. And even better, they each defended their position with well thought out support. The four squad leaders were looking at each other, and Assmunch knew they were mulling over what they would do and comparing it with Holler’s choice. Sleeper was the first to respond. “Fuckitdoit.” He said. Cellblock crossed his arms and scowled. “Fuckitdoit” Shark agreed, shooting a challenge at Cellblock. MiniHulk looked at Cellblock. “What’s the advantage of doing it this way? Get there sooner? We don’t even know what ‘there’ is.” Sleeper crossed his arms to mirror Cellblock. “Give us time to recon, maybe catch them unprepared.” “You really think these guys are unprepared? Really? These guys?” MiniHulk asked. Cellblock waved a hand indicating the woods. “You know we’re probably being watched, right? They probably haven’t let us out of their sight the whole time. Whatever this op is, we’re the mice in the maze.” “All I know is, if we don’t follow their script we don’t step into their traps.” Shark replied. “Who knows what they have waiting for us?” “And how long do you think they’ll run us around in circles wearing us out? We can’t do this all day, none of us have eaten.” Sleeper shot back. “We can’t play by their rules. Every action they’ve made so far was to slow us down, delay us. They’re either buying time, or they don’t want us to find the encampment until they’ve decided we should.” “You’re assuming there’s an encampment.” Cellblock argued. “there’s SOME kind of base of operations. We just have to find it.” Shark said. “You sure it’s that way, Holler?” Cellblock asked, gesturing to the northeast. “Yup, gotta be.” Holler replied. “Here’s what I think. I think we’re being evaluated.” Cellblock began. “They are testing our skills. I don’t know what this whole thing is, but we know these guys are military, or ex military but they aren’t wearing uniforms.” This is the part of Cellblock Assmunch loved, why he was a valued squad leader. He dissected things, and then laid them out for everyone to see clearly. He had a perspective that weighed and evaluated the composition of a problem, narrowed down the possible solutions. “What if this is a Q course? We fail if we don’t go through each section.” “Then we immediately re-run it.” Sleeper answered quickly. “And they didn’t bring us through a gate, there’s no signs about a military installation, government property, we weren’t dropped off in a compound or depot.” Shark threw in. “Some secret Q-course? That’s not how it works.” MiniHulk put his hands on his hips. “What if this is a Special Forces course? It wouldn’t have all that Shark. There wouldn’t be some big sign “HEY, SOF SKILLS COURSE, RIGHT HERE!!!” Assmunch thought that was a good point. There were plenty of installations that weren’t broadcast as a military facility, just a basic chain link fence with no signage except ‘no trespassing’. But, even places like that had SOME kind of building or facility, even if it was a bunker in an otherwise nondescript hill. “I’m tempted to agree with Holler. I don’t like playing follow the leader. I don’t like playing by their rules when we don’t know who THEY are, or what they intend, or where they are leading us, what they’re going to do to us.” Assmunch began. “They didn’t instruct us, just set us loose. They WANT us to figure it out for ourselves. I think the reason they are just wandering out here, why they split up now, is they are waiting for us to make a decision.” he looked at Cellblock. “If this is an evaluation, it’s an awful lot of trouble just to see how we track an enemy and patrol over terrain. I’m assuming they already know we can do that. Now they want to see what we can really do. They want us to choose.” ***************************** Hidden in a tree some distance from the platoon was a man dressed in wilderness camouflage, and he was studying the Bravos while remaining immovable inside the evergreen branches of the large pine. No leaves of the deciduous trees blocked his view. The leaves had long since fallen to the ground. “Him. I want HIM.” The man holding binoculars called down in low tones. It was clear who he meant, the guy who seemed to be in charge of the platoon, the one everyone paid attention to. “Copy.” The man standing by the trunk answered before running off.

Part 19 I was in heaven. All those guys, with their attention on me. I know it sounds so egocentric to say, but at that specific moment, I felt I was the centre of the world. I had one dick in my ass, one in my mouth, and a few others just waiting for their turns. I could taste the precum and smell the sweat and excitement from all the men surrounding me. The guy behind me was thrusting in and out of my hole like a maniac while all the sudden I felt an intense pain. He had rammed his cock so hard, it felt like I had been punched in the guts. I screamed from the pain, almost choking on the cock I had in my mouth and falling down to my knees. I had never felt that before and all the excitement disappeared. It had been a promising beginning to the night, but I could not continue. The mood had passed so fast, I just left the group and made my way to my room, got dressed and ordered an Uber. Back at my hotel room, I just climbed into bed, trying to regain a bit of comfort. After a little rest, I checked myself in the bathroom. There was some blood staining my underwear, but I didn’t feel any tear around my hole. To this day, I don’t know what happened, and I still have no idea about where that blood came from. But all I knew is that I could not get fucked anymore at that moment, decided to call it a night and go to bed. While lying down in the dark, I started thinking about what was to happen the next day. Would I be able to get fucked tomorrow? What if I was still hurting? What if my excitement had gone for good this weekend? With the thought that I would be voluntarily taking a poz load again soon while I wasn’t able to find my PrEp, my mind was just bubbling. I thought I was going mad. Something inside me had been cut somehow, hence the blood. What if the guy at the bathhouse had converted me? I got scared again, thinking about ways for me to get out of seeing that poz guy the next day, or maybe get PPE - even if I knew it was already too late anyway. I kept tossing and turning in my bed, trying to put my mind to rest, until my stomach finally felt better. The pain I had had for the past few hours disappeared, and my brain finally calmed down. It must had been 1AM when I finally went to sleep. I woke up the next morning without pain, and with a big boner. It was 10AM, and a text message was waiting for me. Just two words “Good morning” with two pictures, one of his dick, one of a biohazard sign.

Why would you need to see a Top pull-out when the have an orgasmic face like that. You know he's seeding that hole. And that's the way men should fuck and breed. So hot!!!

Silver fox daddy released the video the next day on his Squirt and Twitter accounts. It went viral with thousands of likes and many hundreds of retweets. He made sure I was kept up to date, which wasn't necessary as a couple of my closest friends saw it on both social media networks and contacted me every 1/2 hour with news of the viral spread. I couldn't help but fear that the virus was taking hold and spreading in my system just as quickly. I was too embarrassed to go to a sexual health clinic and ask for PEP yet again. Two pivotal things happened within days. First someone sent the video to my mom. The friend had made no attempt to hide my face and she called me devastated! At first I tried to calm her down; but, the more she insisted I needed to stop this deviant behavior or at least refrain from sex until the PreP protected me the more defiant I grew. 'No fuckin way my mother was going to tell me what to do.' Second, I got a call from Paul Morris, from Treasure Island Media. They loved the video and wanted to film me taking multiple viral loads from a number of their guys, on the stipulation that I was still negative and not protected by PreP. I was instantly horned up by the idea but reminded him I didn't want to get infected. He responded that was the genius of the film with the silver fox, that's what made the video so hot and made it go viral. I admitted that I was more than intrigued with his offer but wanted to stay on PreP, at least for a few weeks and until I could get tested again. He kept me talking and I ended up telling him about my annoyance with my mom trying to tell me what to do. That's when he had me; "Fuckin right young man. Your mom has no right to tell you what to do or not to do. You're a fuckin man, you can make your own choices." He assured me he understood I didn't want to get knocked up. He also understood the adrenaline rush of risk taking. "Just one more time kid. If you get tested in a few weeks and are negative then come down and let us film you taking the risk, just one more time. It'll take us that time to set this up anyway. Think about this offer over night, don't let anybody make up your mind for you. " I irrationally gave him my answer right away; "Fuck everyone, especially my mom. I'm going to do this Mr. Morris. I love the idea, and I know this will be the last time. Then PreP protection for this promiscuous cum slut ass of mine. Thanks Mr. Morris." Within two weeks the fuck flu hadn't hit and I gave blood samples. Another two weeks and the miraculous negative result was announced. I called Mr Morris and his first question was if I was taking PreP. I assured him I had only taken the first three pills, I hadn't taken any in weeks. In fact I had given them to a friend so I wouldn't have them around and collapse in a moment of doubt. His next question was, "How many guys have fucked and bred you in the meantime?" I could answer truthfully that I was uncharacteristically only having sex with one guy. He was negative, committed to my desire to be negative for this movie and restricting himself to monogamy at least until after the movie. I was instructed to follow this coarse of action for two more weeks, if my results were once again negative the filming was a go. I had never had such a hard time raining in my libido, but I so wanted this opportunity. Many chances came my way but I found the strength to hold off. I was so thankful for my fuck buddy friend that pumped me full of his negative cum sometimes as many as three times per day. Thank God the test came back negative miraculously and I was on a plane the next week for the warehouse Treasure Island Media rented for my 'pozzing gang bang' as they billed it. The shooting began with Paul interviewing me. He wanted me to confess that I was really chasing taking so many risks. Further, I had asked to be knocked up in the viral video. I assured him I was not chasing. I had only asked silver fox daddy to knock me up to get his load. Yes I had done so three more times the night with daddy and his friend; but yes, I had no desire to get infected with HIV. He next showed me pictures of the seven high viral load tops that would breed me in this Treasure Island Media film. "Come on, confess you really are chasing. Or you have cheated and you really are on PreP. " "No I'm not. I'm not chasing and I'm not on PreP. I'm fuckin addicted to the risk, that's all. I thought the time with silver fox daddy and his friend was the end of my addiction. The one last time. Then that video went viral and you offered me this opportunity. I wanted to, but I couldn't pass it up. Let your guys do their best to knock me up, but I believe it won't happen. I'll be fuckin scared to death, and I'll take each of their toxic loads. That will be my last time. Then it will be PreP for me. " "You swear you aren't chasing?" "I swear I'm not When does this start?" The seven guys I'd seen pictures of, now clad in only jock straps, grabbed me and towed me across the warehouse to strip me and strap me into a sling.

I was so stunned, I just shut up. My ass was burning as he continued jabbing his cock into my by now tender ass. How the hell had this happened? "Now, are you going to be a good boy?" I didn't really see much choice, so I nodded my head and bit my lip as he assaulted my ass with his thick cock. "Good, because with those straps you're not going anywhere until I say you are. Just relax and try to enjoy it." After a while, my tight virgin ass must have loosened enough to begin to feel some pleasure, more intense with his cock than a finger had been. By this time he'd settled into steady rhythm. Suddenly he stopped with his cock buried to the hilt and I felt him lean over me. "Now, you keep being a good boy and open that mouth for me, fed up of listening to you." Scared of what might happen if I refused, I opened my mouth and felt a rubber ball be shoved between my teeth stretching my jaw. It was fixed in place with a strap behind my head. He then pulled up straight and started fucking me hard, I could feel his low hanging balls slapping against my cheeks as he pounded me. "Just thought, you never did ask about the meaning of my tattoo, did you boy?" What? Why the hell were we talking about tattoos while this sleazy older guy was railing me? "Well..uh...maybe you should have." His breathing was getting a bit ragged. "It, ugh, means I've got HIV, mmm!" After this finally processed through my brain, I tried in vain to buck him off, but he just leaned his weight forward and started jackrabbiting in my ass. "That's it, take my poz load and join the club!" He made one final thrust into my tender asshole and stayed there buried to the hilt as he groaned. I could feel the full weight of his flabby body leaning on me as he caught his breath. After a few minutes, he pulled his cock out unceremoniously and slapped my ass again in the same spot, it was just as hard but the pain was nothing compared to my poor asshole. "Oh, by the by, that's what the tattoo is for." He chuckled. I heard the door open, I squirmed and moaned through the ball gag, thinking he was forgetting to at least untie me. "I told you, you're not going anywhere until I say so. I'll just leave you there with that sweet arse pointed towards the front door. Don't worry, it tends to get busier about now, so you'll have company soon."

I woke up the next morning feeling much better although my ass was still tender and sore. Daddy had left for work already so i began to go thru my new daily routine. I put on the nipple suction cups and pumped and they got huge. I cleaned my chastity cock cage and put the urethra plug back in. I then went to attached the anal pump and placed it up and on my hole and turned it on. My cock was dripping due to the stimulation of my nips and my pussy. I ate breakfast while i waited for the pumps to work. After about 20 minutes i removed the anal pump and played with my hole. Daddy also left me a douche bulb with a new mixture in it. It was a water with aloe and a bit of baking soda. After putting a little I noticed my ass was wet and leaked a little. When i stuck my finger in it was slick and wet. It made my cunt even wetter than just doing the anal pump. My cock was now hard, straining against the lock and leaking precum thru the small hole in the plug. I removed the nipple pumps and replaced them with Elastrator Rings which were really small tight rubberbands that i applied with a clamp and made my nipple push out, make them bigger and more sensitive. Daddy also left me my pink butt plug to keep any cum i had gotten from the day in me. I got dressed in a pink satin thong, and then my scrubs as i had class later this morning. I left and ran errands and then went to class. Today was part lecture and part practicum. During part of the practicum Aaron the young 19 year old and i partnered. We were learning and practicing putting on bandages and tourniquets. We did arms and then legs. Aaron and i chatted and made some small talk and started to get to know each other. He asked how why i moved to PS. I told him i met this guy and now he was my Daddy and he lived here so moved in with him from LA. "Cool. What do you mean by Daddy? Is he your bf?", Aaron asked curiously "He is more than my bf. In fact we have an open relationship. He has helped me explore my sexuality and give into my desires and his.", i replied Looking at his response he was very curious and my gaydar was going off. He was a little femme but not outwardly. I also noticed he was getting hard as his cock was pushing against his scrubs. Our instructor Richard came over to see how we were doing. I was applying a bandage on Aaron's arm. As we were sitting down we were at eye level to Richard's cock. He wasnt rock hard but he was semi hard and i could see Aaron gaze at our instructors crotch. Slowly he was stare. I applied the bandage and looked up at our instructor. "This look ok", i asked He said it looked good just needed an adjustment. He got closer moving in his crotch closer to both of us and grabbed Aaron's arm and pulled it towards him making his arm brush against his cock. Aaron blushed and i could tell he got excited. "There you go thats better. That feel good Aaron", said Richard smiling "Yes, yes it does, thank you." Aaron said looking up at him Our instructor walked away to go to the next group. "You like him dont you" i asked forwardly "What do you mean?", he responded nervously "Its ok, i am gay. You ever been with a guy before?", i asked "Only once in high school. It was with a classmate, we were drunk one weekend and just jacked off together. But nothing else. ", he responded He went on to tell about the one time with his substitute teacher. He was in his early 20's and Aaron was in his senior year. He would help Aaron with a project and they became close. He felt comfortable with him. There was a tension between them but nothing happened as he wasnt at his school very long. Now it was Aaron's turn to apply a tourniquet to my left leg. He was struggling a bit. Our instructor walked over and see how we were doing helped Aaron apply it. "You need to be forceful and not worry about hurting the patient cause if you dont do it they will bleed which is worse for them", Richard said Richard leaned in and made the tourniquet tighter. In doing so his hand brushed against my cock cage. He smiled doing it again and again. "How does that feel" he asked me "Very tight", i said "Good, things should be very tight and keep things locked in", he said smiling at me ask he walked away. Making it tighter caused my scrubs to tighten around my crotch and my cock cage showed a bit now. I saw Aaron look at me aroused but also curious as it had a unique shape. You could also see the pink if you stared and looked closely. "My Daddy has me locked up", i said smiling and proud to Aaron "You mean your dick is in a cage", he asked "Yes", i replied "Why", he asked urgently "My Daddy doesnt want me to have pleasure or orgasms thru my cock. He wants me to be a pure bottom. Only for taking loads and giving men pleasure. The only way i orgasm is thru my ass". i replied The look on Aaron's face was priceless and also hot. You could see his mind churning and wanting to learn more. Hungry to feed his unknown sexual desires. I looked down at his crotch and he was rock hard now. It looked nice too, maybe 7" which is big for someone his body frame size. It was now break time. "You wanna go get something to drink", Aaron asked "No maybe next time. Im tired i am going to rest here, thank you.", i replied. Aaron got up and with the rest of the glass and left. I still had some body ache. I just put my head down on the desk and rested. Richard our instructor came over and asked if i was ok. I said yes just tired. He said i looked like i had the flu. I said no it didnt, although thinking to myself i did but just not that type he was thinking about. He got a temperature reader and ran it over my head. It read 99.8. "I think you should go home. You dont want anyone else to get sick" Richard said. "I am not going to get anyone else sick i am ok", i said "Oh so you think cause you have completed a bunch of courses you are a doc now?", he asked "No i just know what i have you cant catch by being around someone", i said back looking at him with a coy look "Oh your converting? You took dirty seed", he asked understanding what i meant "Yes", smiling back "Did you know? Were you stealthed?", he asked as i could see his interest and arousal "No i knew. I even begged for it", i said softly and seductively I could see the bulge in his scrubs grow. It looked fat and meaty and a nice size. "Yeah, you a dirty bottom...guy" he said pausing as he reminded himself that he is an instructor and i am a student. "Yes i am", i said smiling I told him that i actually got converted a while back but met up with my Daddy's gifter and his friend who has full blown AIDS and isnt on any meds. Richard's eyes grew and i could see his bulge get even bigger. "I think his AIDS cum just infected me more and knocked me up. i have his babies in me now, he made me pregant", i said smiling proud Richard couldn't help him self mesmerized with my story he reached down and rubbed his huge rock hard cock which looked like he had a PA too. I looked back and licked my lips. I stood up and walked back towards the back of the classroom where there was an office. I walked in and got on my knees. He came in shortly after closed and locked the door and i pulled down is scrubs. He was wearing a hot jstrap. I pulled it down and a nice 8" thick cock popped out with an 8 guage PA. My mouth went to work sucking on his meat and savoring the precum oozing out of his cock. I was just getting started.

I wish there were designated nights where the bathhouse would allow recording or a wristband to acknowledge you want recorded. Probably a libility issue for the bathhouses, at least in the states, with vids out on the web.

If that’s the case then they need to fake it. This is showbiz after all. They are ‘actors’ of a sort. That reminds me of another peeve, probably already mentioned, but guys who look bored or vaguely in pain while getting fucked is a turn off. Again the porn star is being paid to act in a video, then act like you want to be there and that dick in your hole is the best thing in your life since you binged the third season of Buffy.

Part 4 We didn’t text everyday of course, we were living so far apart, we had our own lives, and we would just check in on each other from time to time, with occasional sexting and exchange of pictures and videos of our hookups. In the next few months following that last conversation with him, the words “poz loads” stuck in my head. I kept turning those in my mind, trying to understand why it had so much effect on me. I was thinking about it more and more when jerking off while watching porn and sniffing poppers. I had never really cared about guys’ status but I caught myself paying more attention to that detail on their BBRT profile. I still did not dare oinking the poz guys. I was probably too afraid. Finally, one Saturday evening, I was getting ready to hit the local bathhouse when I receive a message from my guy from the West Coast. I was still not fully dressed to go out and was just in my jockstrap and socks. -“Hey pig, what’s up tonight?” - “Getting ready to go to the bathhouse, what about you?” - “Just looking at those last pics you sent me, getting all horny” - “Oh yeah?” - “Yeah, thinking about all the dirty things I’d do to you…” I wasn’t in a rush, after all it was only 10pm, still plenty of time. -“What are you thinking?” - “Just how much I want to make you mine” while sending me a live pic of his perfect hard dick. I felt intrigued and excited and started playing with my dick without even really noticing. -“What do you mean by making me yours?” I asked, starting to feel where this was going. -“Just marking you. You’re lying on the bed, on your back. I’m on top of you, the tip of cock just rubbing on your wet hole. I’m pushing gently, the tip my dick covered in precum enters slowly. I’m asking you if you’re sure.” -“Sure of what Sir?” -“If you’re sure you want my unmedicated poz dick inside…”

I was degraded one year at Folsom Street. I was put on my knees naked and used as a urinal. A device was attached to my mouth and people would come by piss into it or my face.

Part 2 I loved living in the city and enjoyed the freedoms that came with being away from my family and my upbringing. I cruised regularly in public toilets and parks throughout my time at university and took every opportunity I could to take cock in my mouth and up my arse. I was learning a lot about life and also about sex and I soon learned that the lines between gay and straight were not always as clear as I had perhaps assumed. I would quite often see wedding rings on some of the guys I was sucking off in public toilets and a few times I saw lads I knew from uni who I thought were totally straight joining in the sucking and sometimes even the fucking. I had discovered that one of the toilets in the university library had a glory hole between the two cubicles. It was a few floors above the floor for my subject and I had discovered it by accident one day when the toilet on our floor was closed for repair. It soon became a regular haunt and I discovered a plentiful supply of students wanting to be sucked off - particularly in the evening and a surprisingly high number were happy to fuck me through the glory hole or even join me in the cubicle so I quite often got a load of cum in my arse as well as in my mouth. One evening I was heading for the toilet when I met a lad I knew coming out of it. Peter came from the same part of the country as me and had a very similar upbringing so his family knew mine and I had met him at various church events. He was a few years older than me and was in his final year. He had been going out with the same girl for a long time and I had heard he was now engaged to her. Peter nodded to me as he passed me and I noticed he looked a little red in the face. I wondered - I knew what Peter studied and knew that he had no more reason to be on this floor than I had..... It was a few weeks later when I was in the toilet one evening round about the same time - I had just sucked someone off and when he left the toilet I heard someone else come in to the cubicle next to me. I sat back for a moment as he pulled his trousers and pants down and sat down. Nothing happened for a moment and then I looked through the hole and saw Peter sitting there. He saw me looking and looked through. I thought he might be shocked when he saw it was me but he just grinned and then stood up. Seconds later his cock was pushing through the hole - he had a nice big cock and I wasted no time in taking into my mouth. I enjoyed every minute of sucking Peter's cock and I could tell he was enjoying it too and it was not too long before I heard him groan and soon he was pumping a big load of cum into my mouth. I sucked him off quite a few times after that - always in the toilet - I never met up with him otherwise. I enjoyed sucking his big cock and he always gave me a big load of cum. I offered him my arse a few times but he always shook his head. One evening towards the end of the year I was sucking him off in the cubicle and he was close to cumming when he suddenly asked if he could see my arse. My trousers and pants were already down so I just stood up and bent over the toilet. I could hear him wanking and breathing heavier. "Show me your arsehole" he gasped and just as I pulled my cheeks apart I felt his come shooting on my hole and all down my arse. It was very horny. The next few times I just sucked him off and then one night he asked to see my arse again. I bent over and pulled my cheeks apart. I could hear him wanking again and this time he began to finger my arse hole. I had been fucked through the glory hole a short time before I and I don't know whether Peter realised this but after a short time I felt his cock head pushing against my hole. I pushed back and the head of his cock entered my arse. He began to push and soon his cock was right up me. I spread my legs further and bent right over as he began to fuck me. I knew he wasn't going to last long as his breathing was getting heavier and heavier and after about ten or twelve thrusts he moaned and gasped "Fuck...Fuck....FUCK!" as he began to pump his cum right into my arse. I wasn't sure how he would react as he pulled out my arse and I stood up. We were both out of breath and neither of us said anything for a while. Then he said "We shouldn't do that again." I asked if he had enjoyed it and he said "Yes - but we shouldn't do it again." That was the only time Peter fucked me. I never saw him in the toilet again during the last few weeks of term and after he graduated he married his girlfriend. I wondered how long it would be after he was married before he gave into temptation and fucked another guy up the arse. Somehow I didn't think it would be too long.... One time I was cruising in a toilet in the west end of Glasgow when a fit young dark haired guy in a postman's uniform came in and we were soon wanking together at the urinal. After a while I bent over and took his cock into my mouth and he sighed as I began to suck him off. After a while he stopped me and asked if I wanted to come back with him and fuck. I was well up for that and followed him to a basement flat nearby. He led my inside and the first thing I saw was wedding pictures of him and a woman. I felt a bit strange and I was glad that he didn't take me into the bedroom. Instead he led me through the kitchen to a little recess area by the back door and that was where I fucked him, pants down by the back door, and shot a big load of cum into his married arse. My next experience with a married guy was when I spent three months in Hamburg at the end of my second year. I was introduced to Dieter at a reception for foreign students and, although I knew he was married with two children, I could tell he was coming on to me. He offered to run me home at the end of the reception and it was not too long before we were parked up in a dark, quiet area and I was down sucking his cock. He fucked me in some bushes nearby and shot his load up me and then dropped me off near my accommodation. We arranged to meet again in the same spot (which was on the edge of a large park I was soon to discover was called the Stadtpark) a few nights later and he told me to be lubed and ready for him. I met him a few times and each time he let me suck his cock for a while and then told me to bend over so he could slide his cock up my already lubed hole. He never touched me other than pushing his cock into my mouth and up my arse. He was a good fuck and, although I enjoyed just being used by him, after a few times I got bored so I was not really bothered when he didn't turn up one time we had arranged to meet. I decided to go for a walk in the park and after I had been walking for some time I began to encounter other guys. It was dark now and, although I had often cruised parks at home, that was during the day. I had not realised that guys cruised parks for sex at night! After a while I came across a very horny scene. A young lad who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen was being fucked up against a tree by an older guy and I watched this for a while before wandering further into the park. Soon I was being cruised by a fit guy and a short time later we were in the bushes and his pants and trousers were down and I was sucking his cock. He has a lovely big fat cock and I sucked on it until he said he was getting too close and pulled me up. He pulled me towards him and kissed me, pushing his hand down the back of my pants to finger my arse. He felt my lubed hole and asked me if I had already been fucked. I told him no because the guy I was meeting hadn't turned up and he grinned. We kissed some more and then he turned me round, pulled my pants down and bent me over. He fucked me up against a tree and it was one of the best fucks I had ever had - it was a lovely summer evening and I was being fucked hard by a guy I really liked even though I had just met him. He shot his load up my arse and when he pulled out I sucked his cock clean. He lit up a cigarette and we chatted for a while. His name was Jorg and he was about ten years older than me. We talked about cruising and I told him I had never really cruised at night. He told me it was best later at night - particularly at the weekends. He offered to come cruising with me and show me where to go and we arranged to meet on the Friday evening. I really liked Jorg and had a lot of fun with him. I guess he was my first real fuck buddy - he took me cruising that weekend and we had a lot of fun. I ended up being fucked several times that night and when I rejoined Jorg I had several loads up my arse. He taught me a lot about cruising including how to get things started. One night there were a lot of fit guys wandering around including a young, nerdy guy with glasses who looked about eighteen, but no one was doing anything. Jorg told me to wander around a bit and then let him cruise me as if we didn't know each other. I did and soon I was being cruised by Jorg and before long I was down sucking his cock right out in the open and we were beginning to attract an audience. Jorg pulled me up to my feet and, as he had done on the night we met, pulled my trousers and pants down, turned me round and bent me over. Guys started to crowd round as he began to fuck me and it was not long before most of them had their pants down and their cocks out. Jorg fucked me for a while and then pulled out and when he did another guy took over and then another and another. It was now an orgy, with fucking and sucking going on all around. The young nerdy guy was bent over next to me, also being fucked by one guy after another and other guys were fucking and sucking all around us. I even saw Jorg bent over, pants down, gripping on to a tree with one hand and wanking with the other as an older guy fucked him and loaded him up. I stayed friends and fuck buddies with Jorg for several years after that and, although my experience with straight guy Dieter was not particularly memorable - it led to some very horny experiences and a new found confidence in cruising at night! My next encounter with a straight guy was in my final year at uni. I was sharing a flat with three other students and one my flatmates had her brother and his fiancee over from Ireland to stay for a few days. I liked Danny straight away and also found him very attractive. He was dark haired with a friendly manner and a really nice grin. He was quite chunky and I really liked his fit arse, which really filled out his trousers. He was obviously straight but I thought there was no harm in looking. The night before Danny and his fiancee went back to Ireland, we were all out drinking in a bar nearby and we had all had quite a few drinks when I went to the toilet for a piss. A few minutes later Danny came into the toilet and stood at the urinal right next to me. He pulled his cock out of his pants and pissed like a racehorse. I had finished pissing by now but I was reluctant to put my cock away and I could sense Danny looking at me out the corner of his eye. He finished too but neither of us moved and he stood back from the urinal letting me see his cock which was now getting hard. I was getting hard too and soon we were wanking together. I was close to cumming and I think he was too when someone came into the toilet. We both quickly zipped up and left the toilet. The next morning Danny was sitting in the kitchen having breakfast when I left for uni and as I left the kitchen he winked at me. It was a few months later when my flat mate said Danny was coming over for a few days on his own as his fiancee couldn't get off work. I found it hard to get the memory of his cock out of my mind and when he arrived, looking as fit as ever, I couldn't help wondering if I would get the chance to get into his pants or if he had just been leading me on. The next day I was home from uni early and Danny was in the flat himself. He suggested going for a drink and soon we were in the same bar and after a couple of drinks Danny started talking about sex. He said there was nothing he liked more than sex with a woman but added that there were some things women didn't like to do that gay guys did. I was turned on now. "Like what?" I asked Danny grinned and leaned forward. "Like being fucked up the arse." he said He leaned forward again "Do you like being fucked up the arse?" he said. I nodded and within minutes we were finishing our drinks and making our way back to the flat. There was no one about and I led Danny into my room, sat on the bed and unzipped his trousers, pulling them down along with his pants. His cock was already hard and I took it into my mouth and began to suck. He sighed, and his cock seemed to grow even bigger. I sucked him for a while and then he pulled out. He turned round bent over and pushed his arse into my face. His arse was quite hairy and as I pulled his cheeks apart I discovered his hole was even hairier. I pushed my tongue right up him and he sighed. Soon he was kneeling on the bed in just his T shirt and socks as I licked his arse, pushing my tongue as far up his arse as I could. After a while he got up and grinned again "Ah now, you see, that's another thing the women don't always like doing!" He said he wanted to fuck me and soon I was bent over the bed and Danny was pushing his big cock up my arse. He couldn't get it up me at first so I put more lube on my arse and his cock and spread my legs a bit wider. He was an amazing fuck - he started slowly and built up until he was really fucking me hard and he gave me one of the best fucks I'd had in a long time before his breathing got heavy and he started groaning and I knew he was pumping a nice big load of cum into my arse. Some of the others were back in the flat now and we had to be careful coming out of my room but no one seemed any the wiser. Later that night Danny appeared in my room, climbed into bed with me and fucked me again, depositing another big load of cum up me. Every night he was there he came into my room when all the others had gone to bed. I would suck his cock for a while and then lay back on the bed so he could sit his hairy arse on my face and then he would fuck me. He never stayed long - as soon as he had shot his load into me he would sneak back to his own room, leaving me with cum dripping out my arse. I enjoyed every minute of it..... Part 3 to follow

Part 9 "Travis." Said Blake, his voice shaking. "My best friend. "You fucking disgusting piece of shit. I hope you die!" The slut sobbed as he finished the text, my dick just throbbed. I took the phone and texted back. "Please Travis," I typed and told Blake, "I want you to fuck me soooo bad. I've always dreamt of you raping my ass!" I smiled as I hit send. "Die fag!" He texted back. I had him read the next one. "From Grace, my girlfriend. "WTF?????? You fucking sick perv! Fuck you!" He sobbed harder as I fucked him harder. "From......my dad." Jackpot! He was shaking like a leaf as he read it. "You fucking disgusting, filthy, depraved pervert. You are dead to your family! You sent your mom and sister that sick shit? I want you out of the house now! I don't give a fuck what happens to you! Never speak to us again!" My whore was openly crying as he read that. I just grabbed his hips and pounded him hard. Then I took his phone and texted. "Please daddy. I want you to fuck me. I've dreamt of it my whole life. My big, strong, hairy daddy raping his little boys hole. You can piss up my ass after you dump your cum in me daddy! Please let your friends use me daddy! I'm a dirty, little pig!" I hit send and handed the phone back to the slut. "Father Joe.....my priest." He said quietly. "My dear son. I pray for you." I grabbed the phone and texted. "Father, please fuck me and use me as the cumdump god made me to be. I want your big, holy cock spewing hot cum into my guts. Punish me with a whipping for my sins before you rape me." And so it went. A couple of the guys from the party stopped by to use the whore more. One had a fist in his ass as he read more and more texts telling him what a disgusting worthless fag he was. For every guy, I texted back responses, begging and pleading for nasty sex. Everyone told Blake to fuck off and die. Except for one. Father Joe. He texted back, "Blake. I want to see you. It's important you come by the rectory tonight. 10 pm." I texted back an affirmative. Several men dropped by all day to fuck the young slut. His rosebud just grew more and more. Eventually it was time to go see the priest. I gave Blake a dirty jockstrap to wear, nothing else. We pulled up right at 10 to see a handsome young bearded man outside, waiting. He quickly ushered us into the church through a side door. "You his pimp?" He asked. "Yea." "How much?" He asked, not even paying attention to Blake. "Depends. What u want? You can hurt the bitch." "I saw the video. He said I could whip him." "That was me. But he'll do as he's told. He's high as fuck. Gonna give him another slam, then you can have at it." "I want to hurt him. I want to hear him scream, and beg for mercy." "Since you're a man of the cloth, $100, hurt him all you want, I get to watch." "Deal." The priest led us into the sanctuary where he quickly produced some rope and had the slut tied to the alter, legs spread wide, hole exposed. I gave the boy another large slam and stepped back. Father Joe wasted no time procuring a cat o nine tails. With no warning he let out a primal yell and struck Blake as hard as he could, right on the boys exposed and swollen rosebud. The cumdump screamed as he tried to break out of his bonds, but he was trapped. Father Joe just laid into him, leaving big, angry looking welts all over his back, ass, and thighs. Sweat dripped off his brow as he struck the teen, over and over. Blake just cried and shook, his voice hoarse from screaming. The priest untied Blake, and made him lie on the alter, again tying him down. Then he whipped the front of his sacrificial lamb. His chest, his thighs, his stomach, and especially his cock and balls. Blake was so high and in such pain, that he barely could breath as his cock and balls were whipped almost bloody. Father didn't stop until he was exhausted. Then he untied the broken slut, and swung his legs over the side. The priest then opened his robe, revealing a nice, fat cock. He grabbed the bitch around the throat and rammed his cock in as he choked the beaten down whore. He soon shuddered and bellowed as he dumped yet another load of hot cum into my broken boy. After the priest had finished, he found some old clothes for Blake to wear, to cover his fresh welts. As we drove off, I realized it was only midnight, and we weren't to far from a sleazy bathhouse. I decided a gacked out teenager with a busted open pussy and a body covered in welts was too good not to share at the sauna. My bitch needed more abuse tonight, I decided.

Part 8 Blake was placed on his back, wrists still connected to his collar. The men held his legs wide apart, putting his rosebud on full display. His pussy was a bright red colour, and stuck out about 1/2 inch. Cum oozed out and ran down his pure, white ass, leaving a lovely pink trail. I fingered his bud while he moaned. "Push out!" I ordered. He pushed, causing his rosebud to pulse in and out while gobs of goo filled my hand. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue!" He did without hesitation. I slapped a handful of his ass goo onto his tongue while I told him to keep his mouth open and push. More filled my hand and I slapped it onto his face, rubbing it onto his eyes for even more pain. One more handful was rubbed into his hair. "That's how my bitch should be. Filled with and covered with niggah cum! SWALLOW!" He did so like a good slut while I rubbed the prickly bristles of the brush against his inflamed, raw cunt. I pressed harder into his flesh, pushing deeper before dragging it across his exposed intestine. He groaned in pain as he flung his head back and forth, almost crying as I scraped the brush over his torn lips, unable to move as the men held him tight. Soon the brush was coated in a nice, sticky goo. I sprinkled some T on the coffee table and rolled the brush in the powder, covering it. I put the tip against his rosebud as some placed a popper rag over Blake's nose. Then I started pushing. Slowly. Giving it a little twist with each push. And it wasn't a small brush. 3 inches around probably, and very stiff bristles that didn't give as they twisted deeper into the teen. Blake screamed as tears flowed from his eyes. But I did not stop until i had all six inches in his guts. Blake's screams died down to a continual low moan as the brush scraped him deep inside. I ran my finger over the coffee table, getting the rest of the T and rubbed it all over his flaming rose. Then I grabbed the handle and pulled out the hairbrush in one fast tug. Blake screamed like he was possessed as the men held him tight while the sharp bristles inflicted unimaginable pain. As soon as the brush was out, I placed my five fingers in the opening left behind, and pushed my hand in. Blake's pussy was such a torn mess by now, that my large hand slid right in. At least, if there was resistance, I didn't care. In ten seconds, my wrist was covered with a bright, red rose. I pushed deeper, making a fist and punching Blake's prostate. Blake just moaned incoherently as I pushed my fist back and forth inside him. Soon Blake let out a howl and started pissing. I pounded his prostate as piss flowed from his tiny little shriveled up dick. Soon the piss stopped as clear fluid started leaking out of his pathetic cock. As I continued to work his prostate, Blake started fucking back on my arm. "Ah fuck Sir! I'm cumming!" He screamed. I knew he wasn't actually cumming. His drug filled body and my fisting made him feel like he was. He moaned and tried to take more of my arm into him. I laughed as I looked down on him. When he woke up this morning, he could have never in a million years guessed he'd wind up a white boy puppet on a black mans arm. I smiled as I imagined his life. An 18 y/o high school senior, rich, probably popular, maybe has a girlfriend. Now here he was, high as fuck, gangfucked, abused, a cumdump whore to niggahs, riding his new owners arm. I was so fucking turned on knowing how I was destroying little Blakey, that I had to come again. I shoved my cock into my new teen slut, and jerked myself off inside him as he cried in pain. I pulled out of him and turned him over to the men. I knew most of them would cum again. I turned around as Blake had his nose buried in a dude's pubes as another guy punch fucked his ever increasing rosebud. I just let the men have their fun as I poured a nice cognac and lit one of Daddy's cigars. I grabbed Blake's phone, and the stupid fucking fag didn't even have a lock on it. I perused his contacts. Yup, girlfriend, lol. Lots of friends. Several different group lists, handy. Even a Father someone. So Blake is a Catholic boy? Sweet. I put his phone down, and picked up mine. Guys had sent me the vids they took so far tonight. I had great fun over the next couple of hours as I edited a really filthy video of my whore. My favourite was when I was fucking him and he was looking right into the phone, begging and moaning like a depraved fag. When I was happy, I sent the video to basically EVERYONE in his phone, along with a written confession. It was only a matter of minutes before replys started coming in. I wanted to save them for later. Eventually the sun started coming up, and Blake was still taking cock. He was moaning as he laid, barely moving on a guy as he was getting double fucked again. After they came in the boy, I had to break up the party. I new better than to spend more time at the house. I told the guys to come over to my place later if they still want to fuck my new meth slut. I tied Blake up after the men left, so I could steal some shit. I emptied out Blake's closet. Lots of nice clothes and shoes. I found $5000 in cash, but not much else. I didn't want to steal enough they actually call the cops, just to think their niggah loving faggot son took it. I loaded up Blake's car, a sweet mustang, put the naked boy in the trunk, and took off. I wanted to unload my shit in a hurry, so I sold the clothes in one lump, and took the car to a chop shop, but not before I had locked Blake in the trunk of my car. Back at my place, I snuck a naked Blake up the back stairs. He walked in pain as i had a huge plug up his hole. I lived in a shithole place, but it served its purpose. I could split fast if I needed to. It was a one bedroom, and all I had was a t.v. and a couple of chairs in the living room, and a nasty, stained mattress on the floor of my bedroom, with a desk, chair and light. I took a chain and chained Blake's collar to a radiator. I sat in the chair and shined the light on Blake. He looked like shit, covered in all kinds of filth. Spun as fuck, his eyes darted around the room. I watched as his newely released hands touched the plug, trying to shift it more comfortably. Smack!! I slapped him hard. "Don't touch yourself without permission bitch!" He cowered in fear as he realized the reality of his situation. "Get it through your head now, slut. I said I owned you. I meant it. Your my property now to use as I want." As I said this I reached for his phone. There was at least 20 texts unread. I pulled the plug forcefully out, eliciting a loud cry. I smiled as I pushed my hard cock into the wet, sloppy gash. I opened the videos as I played the one I edited. It was 10 minutes of Blake being treated like a 2 dollar whore, while he begged and moaned for more. I could tell Blake was turned on by the vid, as he watched himself get debased and used. Every nasty event of the night was included in the vid. Then I opened his text. First I showed him the text he sent to his contacts. I made him read it out loud as I fucked him. "Hey all! Just thought I'd finally come clean about shit. Its taken me years to admit this. I'm a faggot. I'm a filthy, depraved, sick and twisted cumdump. My purpose in life is to take cum in my holes. Today, i have taken more than 30 loads of hot man cum. I worship big, black, niggah cock. Im a pathetic whore who is now owned by a beautiful ebony pimp. Tonight he sold my ass for a gangbang. He only charged them $5 each because thats how low i am. Black cock after black cock fucked me. Men i dont know. My ass was filled with cum. Poz cum included. I begged this one huge, black buck with a 12 inch cock to poz my little, white ass. I drink piss because im a niggah's toilet. I am proud to be my Masters drugged up fuckhole." Blake could barely get through reading this, as he was crying. His humiliation only made my cock harder. Destroying white boys is the ultimate rush! Then I made him read the responses, telling me who each of the people were to him.

What I'm about to tell you is 100% true. I know this is a "fiction" forum, and I have written several stories on here. But something is driving me to share my real story. The story how I became positive. I need to confess my behavior, for posterity, so that at least some people will know what happened. To believe me or not is entirely up to you, but I know I'll feel better getting this down in print. I started off as any good, self-respecting, midwestern gay boy who came of age in the late 80's did. I was scared shitless by the AIDS epidemic and always used condoms. Always. With a couple girls, and then even with the few boyfriends that I had when I finally came out in the mid-90's. It was just what was done-- unless one was in a long term committed relationship and both parties had been tested. Fast forward to the later 90's and I had a long-term "committed" relationship with a guy who eventually got me to drop the condoms. And I LOVED it. He was younger than me, with a big, curved, 8" cock and I really got off on feeling him cum inside me. But then that relationship ended. I moved away to the Carolinas and he stayed. It was a good thing, because it turns out that neither of us was particularly faithful in that relationship. During my time In the Carolinas is when I started my descent into barebacking. Early on I had a few boyfriends... always fucked with condoms with them. And then suddenly I was single... perpetually single. And perpetually horny. It started innocently enough. I would have hookups and we would "mostly" use condoms. If the guy was married, I would let it slide because he "was safe". And fuck how hot is it to let a married guy fuck you bare, right? At first I always asked them to pull out when they came. Most of the time they did. But then I just finally stopped asking, and they stopped pulling out. And I found out that I really loved feeling the throb, the wet heat, of their semen pouring into me. I began to crave it. So I started letting "partnered" guys fuck me bare. I figured they were a pretty safe bet too. And then it was married, partnered, or guys who said they were negative. Granted there was still condom use here and there, but it was much more sporadic. This was in the era of those home HIV testing kits. I was far too scared to go to a clinic or my doctor, so I would buy the test kits every 6 months and dutifully stab my finger and mail in my sample. Waiting for the results was nerve-wracking, but it was always the same. Negative. As the years progressed during my southern tenure, the lure of barebacking got stronger and stronger. Condoms were a rarity now, and I was starting to let anonymous guys cum in me raw. And I found I really got off on it! I can still remember the first time a complete stranger came in me at a bookstore in the city near me. I was in a dark alcove watching a guy taking turns blowing the three guys surrounding him. I was jerking off and a guy snuck up behind me and started playing with my ass. And before I knew it he was lubed and pushing into me. I just let it happen as the other guys stopped getting blown and started to watch me take dick. They all egged the top on, to "breed me". And he did. I was simultaneously so turned on and so mortified that as soon as he was done, I dashed out of there. And then jacked off a huge load later at home! That session sort of flipped a switch in me-- if I was willing to let a complete stranger cum in me, then fuck it. My inhibitions about taking raw cock were completely gone, and I would take multiple anonymous loads at that same bookstore in my remaining year in the South. I started going to sex parties and letting guys breed me. I started taking cock at the Y. And I even went to a leather party where I was roofied and ended up in a sling with guys taking turns and tallying up their loads on my stomach with a sharpie. I left that party with 18 hash marks-- but only remembered like 4 of the guys. I tested myself again... and still was neg. Even after all that, I was negative. Then I moved back to the Midwest. I dated a poz guy for awhile and we fucked bare all the time. But he refused to cum in me, even when I begged him to. He had too much guilt and didn't even want to fuck me raw in the first place. He said he didn't want to be the one to infect me. We eventually broke up. And I resumed my slutty ways-- taking lots of raw cock and loads. Going to sex parties. Etc. A friend involved in the AIDS community discovered I was being reckless and so he dragged me to the clinic to get tested. I figured I MUST have HIV by now, right? So much unprotected sex. Nope. Still negative. And then I met Steve. I met him online under one of his screen names "BarebackerMn" or "BarebackerMan" or "StevenToTheNuts". I think this was back in the days of gay.com still. Anyway, if you are reading this on this forum, you may know him (or of him). I found out later he was quite the "gifter"-- lots of conversions to his credit. Lots of videos. But I get ahead of myself. Steve and I chatted online quite a bit. I mean, his cock pics alone were a big draw for me. He had several pictures of a big, beautiful 8 inch dick. Naturally my ass was begging for it. But Steve was positive. To backtrack a little, yes I was being a slut. I hooked up with lots of guys and attended sex parties and went to bookstores and such. But really not very often. Oh, every so often I would get cum crazed and do the bookstore thing, and then leave with several loads in me, and a huge amount of guilt. And sex parties were few and far between. And my online hookups were with guys who said they were neg, or were partnered... still. I didn't actively seek out guys who said "don't know" or "poz" because even though I craved feeling a man cum inside me, I really didn't want it to be poz cum. Not in the back of my mind I didn't, because I knew it would seriously impact my life. So I tried to be a bit selective-- not letting guys who "looked" poz fuck me bare. Only letting proclaimed "neg" guys breed me during one on one hookups, etc. Yeah, I was that naive, but it had worked so far, right? Anyway, back to Steve. Like I said, we chatted a lot, and I was VERY tempted by his cock. But his profile (and his chats) let me know that he was DEFINITELY positive, and that he ONLY fucked bare, and he NEVER pulled out. He also warned me that he was charged and that if he fucked me, I'd probably get "knocked up". Because he'd done it before. All this talk scared me. And titillated me. But mostly scared me. I kept looking at his dick and thinking, "I really wanna feel that inside me. I wonder if he'd pull out if I asked?" I probably should have just avoided him... but every time I saw him on, we chatted. Little did I know I was being inexorably drawn into his web. And then one night, it happened. It was late fall and cold outside. I was in one of those cock hungry moods and had been online for hours trying to find dick. All to no avail. And then Steven logged on. And we started chatting. It was late and fuck I was horny and damn I needed some dick and fuck I'd probably already taken poz loads unknowingly and ok I'll drive over what's the address? Before I knew it, I was standing on his porch and knocking on his door, thinking "what the fuck am I doing?" He answered wearing sweats and a t-shirt. I left my boots by the door and followed him downstairs to the basement, my stomach in knots and my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. (My stomach is actually clenched while typing this). When we got down to the basement, it was.... almost too much. My apologies to Steve (if he ever reads this) but he and his husband were not excellent housekeepers. And the basement was, well, the best way to describe it is "seedy". There was fake panelling on the walls, a ratty, plaid 70's couch in front of the TV, and a carpet with stains from god-knows-what. There were also vodka bottles and full ashtrays and ... you get the picture. I almost turned around and left. But I didn't. We sat on the couch, and there was bareback porn playing on the TV. I'll give him credit, he sensed my nervousness and he didn't pressure me into anything. He just sat there and put a hand on my thigh. I reached over and touched his cock through his sweat pants. It felt huge, and he was definitely hard. He played with my hard cock through my jeans too and we watched porn for a few minutes in silence. "Hey bud, we don't have to do anything you don't want to. But maybe you could suck me a bit, if you want?" he said. And then he played his ace. He stood and slowly shucked his sweats, and that big cock flipped and bounced just inches from my face in all it's glory. He sat back down and started stroking it, and before I knew it I was on all fours in front of him with his big meat in my mouth. He was very appreciative- because he knew that as soon as he was inside my mouth... my ass was his. I sucked him a bit longer, and then he told me to get undressed. I did. I was so horny at this point, nothing was going to stop me from getting that cock in me. My dick was drooling precum all over that godawful carpet and I didn't care. "Get on all fours in front of the TV," he told me. And I did. "Take a hit of those poppers," he instructed. And I did. And then I felt his raw dick slide into my ass. Alarm bells were going off in my head, but my cock was rock hard and I NEEDED to be fucked SO DAMN BAD!! And damn if his cock didn't feel INCREDIBLE! Just like his screen name, he went in my hole "to the nuts". And then he started slow fucking me. He paused with his dick half in, and I saw a flash. He had pulled out his phone and was taking pics of his raw dick in my ass. I asked him not to show my leg tattoo if possible. "Don't worry," he said. As he fucked me, he started talking. Dirty talking. Filthy stuff. Stuff that noboby had ever said to me before. Stuff like "You know you have a poz dick in you, don't you? And you like it! You're ass is gripping and loving my big cock! You're gonna take my poz load and I'm gonna charge you up. Make you convert, like I've done to dozens of guys. You're just a fucking pig bug chaser, aren't you? A dirty fucking whore that's gonna let me put my toxic load up your cunt." A litany of filthy poz talk poured out of his mouth while he fucked me. I can safely say, at that time I was NOT a fan of this kind of talk. In fact, it made me nauseous and I wanted to stop. But the poppers were doing their job and in my haze I let him continue. "Guess what boy? No going back now-- you're getting my dirty load," he shouted as I felt his cock start throbbing inside of my ass. He pounded me hard as he came, trying to push his load as deep in me as possible. And I took it all. As soon as his load was shot, he pulled out and went for a cigarette. I started getting dressed in silence, not having cum, and not comprehending what I had just done. He showed me to the front door, and I drove home in a daze. I think I stayed up another hour just thinking about what I had done. I had just let a VERY poz guy cum inside me. I felt a bit sick to my stomach and cursed myself for allowing it to happen. Until the next time. The next time Steve and I fucked was about a month later. This time his partner was there and they both fucked me. I sucked Steve while his partner fucked my hole first. And let me just say this, Steve's partner had an even BIGGER cock and it fucking HURT! But I took him, and his load. There was no filthy talk when Steve's partner was fucking me-- I don't think he liked that scene. But as soon as he was done, he left to go to their sauna, thus leaving Steve and me alone. That's when Steve ramped up his poz talk and dumped his nut in me too. Then we sat in the sauna together. I took Steve several more times after that. Once again on all fours as he took more pics. The fourth load was video recorded. That recording ended up on a bug chasing website (much to my dismay). I had asked him not to post it. It had LOTS of poz talk and it was clear that I was neg and he was gonna poz up my ass. We made a few videos at my place too-- one shows him mugging evilly for the camera as he uses a finger to "prime" my hole before he sides in and breed it. I didn't understand what he was doing until much much later. Later that winter I got sick. Like really sick. But it was also the year that the H1N1 or whatever flu was hitting hard, so I didn't think much of it. But damn if that flu didn't take it out of me. I found that I was fatigued more and often tired. It took me a long time to recover, but even then I never felt "good". Steven and I sort of lost touch, and I really didn't see him online much anymore. I was finding plenty of other dick to keep my ass satisfied, and I was hitting up a local sex party more and more frequently, taking as many loads as I could get. Then about a year later, I got a call from the clinic that summer informed me that I had been exposed to Syphilis and that I needed to come in to be tested. So I went, and naturally they performed all the testing. And that's when they came in and told me that I had tested positive for HIV. Subsequent testing would show my viral load was pretty high, so I'd been poz for awhile unknowingly. I know to most people, the initial diagnosis probably comes as a shock (although really, how much of a shock can it be if you are having unprotected sex?) Upon hearing the news, I didn't get angry or cry or go numb or anything really... I just rationally processed it as a fact. I think I mystified the counsellors with my calmness about it. I mean, heck. I'd been having unprotected gay sex for years, was almost exclusively a bottom, and I'd let a known poz guy breed my ass. Repeatedly. It really was just a matter of time. And that's it. That's my story. I'm on meds and healthy, I'm doing well, and taking more cumloads than ever. PReP has made it so that EVERYONE barebacks-- it's so fucking hot! And EASY! And now? Now I sorta get off on poz talk. I've had more than one hot session where I pretended to be neg so a poz guy could get his rocks off on "knocking me up". I think I posted one of those stories here. And if you read my other "stories" no doubt you'll recognize parts of this one in there. Write what you know, right? Do I regret allowing myself to be careless and become positive? Sometimes. But it is what it is, and there's no going back now.

9. Cal "One more load for my boy," Jon said. Deep inside my body, I could feel the spurts of poz cum shooting into me. Jon's orgasms were usually energetic and forceful; I could feel each spurt land in my hole. I thought of them as bullets, each one carrying a deadly payload. Of course, it no longer affected me, but in the early days, before I had converted, the analogy was much more salient. "Fuck, that's hot," Seth said. His eyes were darting back and forth between JP, Jon and myself. He was taking in the entire scene and did not want to miss the smallest detail. His cock was hard, a drop of pre-cum at the tip. I reached out and grabbed his dick. "You want another load?" I asked. "Of course," he said. Jon pressed his dick into me one last time. There was a gentle spurt from his dickhead, but I knew it was the last one for now. What I had gotten was enough. It had soothed the itch I had, and I could concentrate on more important things, like breeding Seth's tight hole. "I'm spent," Jon said. He slowly pulled his dick out of me, pushing it in every once in a while, just enough to work his load into me. My own dick was twitching, as I felt the toxic load he had just deposited into me get absorbed. I needed to pass this precious virus on to Seth and make him part of our extended poz family. "Old man," JP said, wrapping an arm around Jon. "Come on. Let's get a drink and recharge while these boys play." He emphasized "recharge." Seth had entered a den of vipers, and all three of us were eager to give him our venom. I got up from the bed and found Seth. He wrapped an arm around me as we started to kiss. "You want a load?" I asked him. "Yeah," he said. "I want one from you now." "That's what I wanted to hear," I said. "You boys have fun," Jon said. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." "That's a lot of things we can do," I replied. The two older men got off the bed, and started to kiss each other. I knew both of them far too well, and knew that they were good for several more loads tonight. Their excuse of a drink was far more likely to do a line or two in the kitchen or something even more nefarious. "But I think Seth wants to stick with the old standards." "Fucking like horny weasels in heat?" JP asked. "Hell yeah," Seth said. "Feels so damn good to have your cum in me." His cock was pressed against my body. It was stiff and hard, straining for relief. When Jon and JP were first fucking me, they would never let me cum until they had unloaded every drop from their balls into me. It was hard to say no to their dicks when it was the only way I would get off. We were not going to treat Seth any differently. I reached around Seth's body, finding his muscular ass and pushing my fingers between his cheeks. His hole was wet, a bit of cum dripping out of it. "Sloppy hole," I said. "Fucking hot." "Three men fucked me tonight," he said. "Three hot men. Fucked me raw." "And one of them is going to fuck you again," I said. My cock was also pressing against his body, eager to get back into that hot hole, eager to spread its potent semen. "Pound that hole and work those loads into you." "Seems like you boys have everything under control," Jon said. "We'll do what comes naturally," I said. The two men leaned in and kissed us one last time, before heading into the kitchen. "We're alone now." "I know," Seth said. I traced out the edges of his hole with a finger, eliciting a soft moan from him. "How old are you," he finally managed to ask. "How old do you think I am?" "I don't know. Twenties?" "Good guess," I said. "I'm 25. And you?" "18," Seth said. "The young one," I replied. "What do you think of Jon? JP?" "Fucking hot. And their cocks are huge." "Not to mention their loads." "How long have you known them?" I had to think for a moment. I had been in Jon's class in the fall of my sophomore year, and finally had the courage to approach him in the winter. That had been what, six years ago. I had been living with Jon and JP for nearly five of those years. "Six years?" I said, still not entirely sure of my math. "And you've been," he started, but then trailed off. "You know." "Letting them fuck me raw?" "Yeah," he said. "I mean." He was beating around the bush. He wanted to know how I became poz. But I wasn't ready to make it easy for him just quite yet. "No. It's ok." I kissed him again, even as I continued to play with his hole. It was still warm and wet, and my finger disappeared into it easily. Seth was ready to be bred, and I was the man who was going to do it. "But first, let's get in a better position." "How do you want me?" "On you back. Legs on my shoulders." "Your cock in my hole?" "Of course. Raw cock." Before he could answer, I stick my tongue back into his mouth. We kissed deeply, then I pushed him hard away from me. He tumbled back, landing on his back, his head perfectly hitting the pillows. Almost by instinct he spread his legs and exposed most secret and sensitive part of his body to me. His hole was wet, glistening in the light from the multiple loads slowly dripping out of him. "Fuck me, Cal," he said. "Pound that raw cock in my hole." I positioned myself between his legs. He grabbed his thick thighs and hoisted them onto my shoulders. Unplanned, but completely naturally, he shifted his body just enough such that my cock was just barely pressing against his hole. "Breed me," he said. "Please?" Seth's hunger was all too familiar to me. I was not ashamed to admit that I had been there myself. Many times, in fact. There was only one thing that could satisfy that craving, and it was my privilege to be able to do that. "Of course," I said. I pushed my hip upward slightly. The tiny movement was all that was needed; my dick head slid into Seth's hole and was quickly followed by nearly an inch of my shaft. "Oh my god," he grunted. "You're inside of me." "I know. It feels amazing. You want it all?" "Do you have even to ask?" Seth said. "Every fucking inch of your shaft. Every fucking drop from your balls. Give it to me." I pushed forward. He had given me permission and there was no reason for me to wait any longer. I thrust my way in and his hole enveloped me. My dickhead was practically swimming through the pools of spooge that had accumulated in the depths of his hole. Not only had he allowed me inside of him without even a thin rubber, he had given me permission to cum in his hole. He knew I was poz, but had no idea just how powerful my semen was right then. "This is what I wanted," I said. "You and me. Fucking." "It's nice, isn't it?" Seth asked. I leaned in and he craned his head up. Our lips met, softly at first and then harder. I pressed my body against his, feeling the warmth of his skin, and the hardness of his muscles. "Really nice," he said, in a pause between our deep kisses. I loved Jon. I loved JP. I couldn't imagine a life without them in my life. But they were at least twenty years my senior, at a very different point in their lives. Seth was far closer to my age and still had the exuberance of youth that I sometimes missed with my two Daddies. "You're fun," I said. "Like a little bro. That I can fuck." "Yeah, big bro?" Seth said. The way he said "big bro" made me want to cum in him that very minute. "You wanna fuck my tight hole. Pound that cum into me?" Breed me before Daddy comes back?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "So damn hot." I leaned in and kissed him again. "I'm glad you came this weekend," I said. "Me too," Seth replied. "Glad that we have a chance to play together." We took another deep kiss, which lead to my dick dribbling a bit more pre-cum into Seth's already loaded hole. I was familiar with the urge to spread my seed and breed every available hole. But this was more complex than the visceral, animal breeding instinct. This was far closer to what I felt when I was inside Jon or JP. I forced myself to remember that Seth was just a plaything for the weekend. Perhaps he would last longer, but there had been many like him. Boys and men that we had recruited to seed, keeping them just long enough for them to get our gift. Seth would be no different. "I want to cum inside you again," I finally said. Nothing about emotions. Just about intentions and actions. "I want you to cum in me too," Seth said. This time, he initiated the kiss. Just as we had intended, Seth was enjoying every second. His dick was hard, pressed between our bodies, and his hole was warm and wet. "You're, uh," he began, then stumbled. I kissed him again. "You can ask me anything. I'll answer the best I can." "You're, uh, poz, right? Jon told me." "Yeah, I am. Nearly six years now." "Do you know? Like, how you got it?" "Yeah. Bareback fucking." I pushed my dick into Seth's body. The tender, soft skin of his ass caressed my dickhead, massaging it. There was nothing protecting the two of us from the dangers that I carried so proudly. "Do you know who?" "Yeah," I said. It wasn't entirely true. There had been so many men those frantic weeks, more than I could ever keep track of sober, much less as high, stoned, and tweaked as I was during that time. But there had been two men that had been there the entire time. The two that held me as I shook in helpless fear at what I had done. The two that celebrated when I reached a new milestone in being fucked. The two that were my daddies in so many ways. They were the two that I fell in love with. "Who?" Seth asked. "Jon. JP." "Wait. But you knew." "Yeah, I knew." It seemed so long ago now. Being poz was now an essential part of who I was. It was hard to remember what it was like back then, when it was all so very new and simultaneously scary and exciting. "But." Seth stumbled. He had a lot of questions, and didn't know how to ask them. "But," he started again. I decided to help him out. "You've heard of bug chasers?" He nodded. "Back then, I was a bugchaser." He pulled me closer to him, and kissed me again. "I was too scared." "I was too. And there wasn't PrEP. But I wanted to bareback. And I really wanted to bareback with Jon. And, later, JP. But Jon." Those weeks were crazy. I would meet Jon every afternoon from school and go home with him. He and JP would fuck me at least once. Sometimes their friends would come over. On weekends, we would party the entire weekend. Most of it had been captured on tape. Some had made it to a movie, but more of it had to be surreptitiously released. Like cold-war samizdat, illegal content shared among a small circle of like-minded men. "And now?" Seth asked. "Any regrets?" "Only that I didn't do it earlier." "Why?" Seth asked. The few years that separated us were significant; I had matured so much in that time and understood so much more about myself and how I wanted to live my life. "It got me Jon. It got me JP. It meant I could have sex with them. Sex without fear. It meant I could do what I wanted." I kissed him again, and pushed my dick deeper into him. "How did you meet him?" Seth asked. "Jon, I mean." "Heh. I had him for a class. And then I found one of his films. I wasn't sure. Until I ran into him at the gym, and saw his tattoos." "Films? He's been in movies?" "Yeah. We've all been in porn now." "Which ones?" "I'm not sure they even have names." I was lying. I knew exactly what they were called. The first one was called "Cal Jones Joins the Club." The next one was "Toxic Waste II." But there was time later to talk about the movies. About the partying I had done. About the men I had helped to infect. Right now, the important thing was Seth. He needed another load injected in him. I was now fully engaged in Seth's breeding. I knew exactly what Jon and JP had planned for him, and I would do nothing to stop it. More than that, I would even actively assist them in the process. I wanted Seth to join our exclusive club. My cock was balls-deep inside of him, ready to explode, although the effects of that explosion would take a long time to manifest themselves. "But enough about that. Let's talk about better things. Like how wet your hole is." "And how good you cock feels inside it." "And how I want to cum in you." "Do it, man. Cum in me." He squeezed his ass around my shaft. The loads already in him squished around my dick, lubricating it. I pulled out, then pushed back in. He was warm and welcoming, allowing me to slide my cock all the way into his body. "Fuck man, that feels good." "Me inside you?" I asked. "Yeah. You on top of me. You skin against mine." "It feels good. To be next to you. To be in you." My cock was dripping now. The conversation had veered back and forth ever since I first slid into him, and now it was back to the personal and intimate. "My cock inside of you." "You poz cock," he said. My dick dripped pre-cum into his hole. "It's crazy," he said. I nodded, wanting him to go on. "I feel safe with a poz man fucking me. Fucking me bareback." "It's a good feeling, isn't it," I said. "To be able to have sex the way men are supposed it. To be able to share our fluids. And not have to be afraid." "Yeah," Seth said. "It's really good." "Think you will ever go back?" "Back? To rubbers?" Seth laughed. "Not a chance. I'm going to throw out all my condoms when I get home." "Good boy," I said. I leaned in and kissed him. It was a long kiss, long enough that we had to stop for a breath in the middle of it. It was the kiss of men who had found what they needed, with the languid pacing that was easy after the first load had been shot. We didn't have to rush to get relief. We could enjoy all the sensations and all the pleasures. I had fucked many boys in my life, both with a condom and without. Of course, I felt closer to the men I fucked raw. It was hard to know a man through any sort of rubber shield. But even raw, Seth felt different. He felt exciting and new, yet also familiar and calming. It reminded me a bit of the first times that Jon let me fuck him. It had been the same weekend he had first fucked me raw. From the way Seth kissed me back, it was clear I wasn't the only one that was feeling this. "Is it always like this?" Seth finally asked. "Barebacking?" I asked. "Yeah." "Not always. But sometimes." "I want your cum in me so badly," Seth said. "I want JP's cum in me." I noticed that the two men he wanted had the highest viral load. "I want Jon in me." The one member of our family who was stubbornly sticking to his meds was the one Seth put last. Even if Seth didn't yet know what he needed, his sub-conscious mind definitely knew. "We're here. Here to fuck you and here to breed you," I said. I pressed my tongue back into the young man, keeping him from talking any more. It also kept me from saying anything further. When I first pushed my dick into him, I knew exactly what I was doing. Even though that was only a few hours ago, it seemed closer to an eternity ago. Since then, my family had deposited several more loads of cum into him, and I was getting ready to add my second load. What was once a controlled, orderly breeding was spinning out of control. I wasn't sure what I would say if I said anything more; I worried I would make promises I would never be able to keep. "I want to cum in you," I finally said, as we stopped kissing. It had the advantage that it was completely true, and exactly what he wanted. "I want that. I want you to cum in me a lot. And I want JP and Jon to cum in me as well." From behind me, I heard JP speak. "We want that as well." I turned my head, and saw my two lovers standing at the foot of the bed. They were naked, dicks semi-hard. They each held a glass of amber whisky, and Jon had Seth's overnight bag in his other hand. "Continue," JP said. "The boy needs a load." "You know it," Seth said. I pushed my dick deeper into Seth, as the two men disappeared into the bathroom. I couldn't decide what I wanted more: to be able to fuck this amazing piece of ass all night, or to dump another dirty load into the young man. "Come on. Give it to me. You know I want it. I want it from you." I was still a bit stoned, and in my drug-fogged, sex-crazed state, it was hard for me to tell if Seth was talking about my load or my virus. "I want to give it to you," I said. I slammed my cock into him, and then kissed him deeply. "Oh god," Seth managed to moan. His body was shaking with pleasure, happy to be exactly where he was, getting my cock deep in his hole. I wondered what he would be like with a bit of tina in him. I wondered if he would turn into a complete slut, taking loads from almost any man he could find. The thought brought back the familiar hunger. I wanted a shard of crystal up my ass, the glass pipe against my lips, and the drugged-up, sexual darkness taking over my soul. "Oh yes," I grunted in response. My cock was still leaking pre-cum into Seth. The young man deserved my cum more than nearly any boy I had yet met. He deserved all of it: my soothing semen, the eager sperm, and the deadly virus. "You want my load?" "Hell yeah," Seth moaned. It was a loud moan. Even in the bathroom, Jon and JP could have heard it clearly. "Put him out of his misery, Cal," Jon called out. They had heard Seth's thundering moan. "Give him what he needs." "Right on," I said, loudly enough for Jon to hear me. Then, more quietly, just for Seth to hear, I continued. "You want it, hot man? You want my load, little bro?" "Please, big bro. Fuck my hole. Breed your lil bro." Something about the way he called me "bro" made my dick twitch. I slammed it in. The indecision, between fucking him all night or breeding him immediately, had disappeared. I needed to breed Seth, and Seth needed to be bred. "Give me your load," he said. "Oh yeah, little bro," I said. "You're gonna get my load. Every single drop." I punctuated each word with another deep thrust into Seth's body. My dick was starting to tingle and my balls were getting tight. I recognized the signs. I wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. "Get that load deep into you." "Please man. You know I want it. I fucking need it." "Oh fuck," I grunted. I was no longer in conscious control of my actions. My dick had taken over, and it only cared about its own pleasure. It was impossible for me to worry about anything else, least of all Seth's safety. "Oh fuck," I grunted again, my dick now throbbing. "Take it," I moaned, as the first spurt of cum worked its way down my shaft and into Seth's hungry hole. As my sperm hit Seth's hole, I could feel the boy relax underneath me. He had gotten what he had been wanting so badly, and for a few minutes, his cum-lust was satisfied. From my own experience, I knew how short this moment of peace and happiness would be. It would be only a few minutes before he grew used to my load inside of him, and he would need more semen to placate his limitless needs. "Oh god man, fill me up," he said. "As much as you want, bro," I said. I wanted him to grow accustomed to my poz sperm and to crave it just as much as I was craving his neg hole. This was a slow process, and he wasn't quite ready to embrace the full depth of his new-found desires. As much as I wanted, it was not yet the time to remind him of the virus I was injecting into his body. "Every single drop I can give you," I continued, as another spurt shot into his healthy, innocent body. I hadn't tried to keep my voice down, and my two men in the bathroom had heard me cumming in Seth. "That's my boy," Jon said. "Fill Seth up. Knock him up with your sperm." Seth might know what Jon was alluding to, but it didn't matter. Like me, he was only thinking about one thing: how good his hole felt when a man was breeding him. "Give him your babies," Jon called out. Another spurt shot out of my dick and into Seth's guts. "Damn, that feels so good," Seth said. He tried to reach down for his cock, but I grabbed his hand. "You'll get your chance," I said. I put his hand behind his head and kept my hand on his wrist. "Just enjoy getting your ass filled with cream." There was another spurt, and Seth writhed around my shaft. "Totally filled with our sperm," I repeated myself. Seth was milking me now, trying to get every drop of out my balls. It was working, and there was another surge, ending with more cum being added to Seth's collection. "Thank you man. This is exactly what I needed." "Getting your ass filled with a real man's load?" "Yeah," Seth said. He grabbed me and pulled me close. "I'm glad you came in me," he continued. He paused long enough to give me a kiss. "I'm glad all of you came in me." "Me too," I said. "I'm glad you're becoming part of our family." I kissed him again. This time it was deeper and longer. I got lost in making out, and didn't hear the two older men emerge from the bathroom. "You take care of the boy, boy?" JP asked. I turned around as best I could, my dick still embedded deep in Seth's hole. It was still enough to see Jon and JP watching us. They had put on bathrobes, but they draped open, exposing their hard dicks. "Yeah," Seth said. "He did." He reached down and grabbed his cock. "But, when is it my turn?" he was as stiff as ever. He would need relief tonight or he would never be able to sleep. "Your turn boy?" Jon asked. "Your turn?" he asked again, the incredulity dripping from his voice. "What makes you think it's your turn?" -- (4025 -> 4525*) His cock was still buried in my hole. It made me feel safe, to have him inside me and his body so close to mine. It was strange to think that I felt safe when an HIV-positive man was inside of me, especially when he was not wearing a condom. But it was now possible. Sex, even bareback sex, could be safe again

Part 4 As my new property lay on the bed in a daze, I grabbed some ties out of Daddy's closet and found a a nicely used jockstrap in the laundry hamper. Grabbing a wrist, I quickly tied it tightly to the headboard, and followed suit with the other. Then I shoved the jockstrap into his mouth and tied it into place. Lastly I tied his ankles in the air, spreading them apart, leaving his oozing hole exposed and vulnerable. "Don't go anywhere boy." I laughed as I left the room, as if he could! He pleaded with his eyes for me not to leave him, but I had some shopping to do. And besides, he wouldn't be alone for too long. A buddy was already on the way over to graciously keep my bitch occupied. I jumped in the Escalade and went on my way. I was gone for about two hours, returning with all kinds of toys and party supplies, courtesy of Daddy's credit cards. I approached the bedroom to sounds of moans and grunts. Enetering the room I saw my buddy Dante standing by the bed, stroking his hard cock while a guy I didn't know was between my whores open legs, sawing his big cock in and out of Blake's newfound pussy. The teenage sluts eyes were rolled back into his head as he moaned non stop. My own snake started to rise while I watched my boy take it again from a total stranger, unable to refuse even if he wanted to. "Sup man!" Dante greeted me. "That's a damn hot new cunt you found! He's gonna be popular! Oh, that's my new friend Kenny currently using him. I figured you be cool with it." "Fuck yea brother," I said, "that little white bitch needs to be totally broken in! And after tonight, he should be!" Kenny just howled as he buried himself as deep as he could into the helpless boy underneath him, grinding his wirey pubes into the tender ass flesh. I knew he was pumping a big load deep inside Blake, adding his load to the several already up in there. As he pulled out, a light pink liquid oozed out of the gaping hole. "Damn that pussy felt good! I never had me a white boy before. They sure are sweet!" Kenny said as he wiped his slimey cock off on Blake's smooth ass crack. Dante wasted no time shoving his hard, black cock up the hungry, pink hole. Blake just let out a long, low moan as he was filled again. Dante grabbed his thighs and pounded the boy as hard as he could, pulling out til just the tip of his cock remained in the cunt, then slammed back in all the way, forcing Blake to grunt from the force. Eventually Dante went rigid and shot his hot load with the others. "Take it cunt!" he shouted as he spit on Blake's face. "Take another load of niggah cum, you filthy white slut! Your new master is gonna make good and sure you get lots!" After he pulled out, we all stood back admiring Blake's growing rosebud. Soon his sweet little pussy will truley look like a blooming flower. I took a buttplug out the bag of toys I bought, and placed the tip of at the stretched out enterence of Blake's new pussy. And it was a fat plug, long and black, with a wide base, wider than even my cock. "Look at me boy!" I ordered him as I started to slide it into him. "Look into your Masters eyes as I plug up the hole I now own!" Blake looked at me with his glazed over eyes as the plug slid in further. Eventually it reached the point where it was meeting resistance, and I stopped, pulling it out. I pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and the poppers. I untied his gay and pulled the jockstrap out. I wanted to hear him scream as the fat plug ripped his cumhole open even further. I poured some poppers onto the jockstrap and placed it over his nose, then attached the clamps to his little, pink titties. He hissed in pain as they dug into his tender flesh. Then I placed the plug in his wed hole again, pushing in to the point of resistance. "Look at me boy, and tell me you want it! Tell me you are my property now. Beg for that little pussy to be plugged!" "Yes Sir," he meekley croaked, unable to deny what he truely wanted. "You own me now Sir," his voice trembled, admitting out loud his new position in life. "Please put your plug in my ass." SMACK!! My palm slapped him hard across his smooth face, instantly leaving a bright, red mark on his creamy, white skin. Blake's eyes flew wide open in shock. "That is not an ass boy!" I spat at him. "That will never be an ass again! That's a pussy, a cunt, a cumdump, a fuckhole! That's what you will call it from now on! That's what it is! Now tell me what you want! BEG ME SLUT!" "Please Sir," he started, his eyes tearing up, "please plug my pussy!" SMACK!! Another hard slap to add to the first. "Whose pussy is it bitch? It ain't your pussy no more! It's mine! Tell me that!" "Please Sir!" he begged. "Please plug your pussy!" With an evil grin I grabbed the chain connecting those sweet, pink, teenage boy titties and pulled hard and fast, ripping them off as I rammed the rest of the fat buttplug all the way into his dripping cunt. "AAAAAAARRRRRRHHHHH!" Blake screamed at the top of his voice as he jerked in his bonds, unable to escape the pain in his burning tits and inflamed cumhole. His head thrashed back and forth as he howled in agony. "Damn bro!" Dante laughed. "You are one mean niggah!" I just smiled as I watched my new slave start to calm down. "You know I am! And he'll get MORE tonight." I laughed back. "Party starts at 10, will probably go all night. Come on back." "Wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Part 2 I picked up my boy and bent him over the chair. "Stick out your ass baby," I instructed him, and he arched his back showing me his sweet little pink cherry. There are few things I like more than the first taste of a virgins hole, and this one looked luscious. I kneeled down and lightly kissed his pink pucker and he slightly moaned. I licked around the outside a bit before I planted my lips against the sweet, sweet hole. Damn he tasted good. So fresh. So sweet. I dug my tongue in as far as I could, tasting my fresh new victim before his hole would become a gaping, sloppy gash. I ate that boypussy for a good 20 minutes while my baby boy moaned like a little whore. I finally pulled myself off of it and pulled out a little baggie. This baggie and some nice size rocks and I pulled one out and placed it on his opening with the tip of my finger. Slowly I pushed it into him and he hissed a little as it started to burn. I just slid my finger in deep, and worked that rock around into his tender membranes, rubbing it hard while he continued to moan. I turned him around and sat back on the chair, pulling him into my lap. He went crazy kissing me, trying to devour my tongue. I started pinching his nipples which only made him crazier. I knew I had me a true slut. I stood up and gathered up his clothes. "We're going to change booths," I told him. He looked a little confused, but was already too high to disagree. I stuck a finger up his ass and guided him out into the hallway toward my favourite booth, one that had glory holes in both sides. It was time to put my bitch to work. We passed several men in the hallway, some who knew me and knew what I was up too. They leared at the naked boy attached to my finger, knowing what was in store for him. I closed the door in the new booth and pushed my boy down to his knees. Almost instantly a cock poked through a hole, hard and dripping. "Suck that cock baby boy," I told him. "I want to watch you suck it." I held the poppers under his nose as he took several long drags, fueling his lust further. He crawled to the cock and started sucking it. I could tell he was inexperienced, but that was ok. I let him take his time, and he was doing ok. Soon the cock started to shoot, and I pulled my boy off after the first couple squirts in his mouth so the rest could go on his face and hair. My boy was going to be a dirty bitch and I wanted him to start looking like it. Another cock appeared on the other side and my boy didn't have to be told what to do. He dove on that cock as I held more poppers under his nose, reving him up more. This time I held his head and pushed it back and forth on the cock, forcing it down his throat, stretching him open. When the cock started cumming I pushed his face right against the wall so it was shooting down his throat. Then I pulled him off and coated his face with the rest. He was starting to look like a real cumslut. More poppers and a third cock to suck, and I started fingering his hole. Quickly I had two, then three fingers sliding in and out as the third cock erupted in his mouth. Without being told he pulled off and milked the rest of the load all over his face. Damn he was easy, and I knew he was ready for the next step. The next cock that came through he started sucking it. After he got it nice and wet I pulled him off and turned him around. More poppers and I grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them as I pushed him down on the cock. "Sit on it baby boy," I breathed in his ear. "Relax and let it in you." The kid was so high it took no effort before he had the cock all the way in his pussy. I just held him against the wall as the cock drilled in and out of his hole. He moaned and grunted while he took his first fuck. "Good boy. Now you're learning what your pussy is. You're gonna make Jesse real happy!" He just continued to moan as the cock pumped his ass full of cum for the first time in his young life. Without even pulling away from the hole in the wall, a new cock quickly pushed into my boy, fucking him and getting his hole wetter and looser, and depositing another load in his guts. I opened the door of the booth and saw a buddy out side. I handed him the bottle of poppers and told him to keep an eye on my bitch for a few. "Make sure his holes are getting used! I'll be back very shortly" I grabbed the kids clothes except for his underwear and left the arcade. I tossed his clothes into my car, taking his wallet out of his jeans. I could sell his clothes easy for a few bucks. The Jordans should bring a little more. Then I grabbed his keys and went to the Escalade. I looked in his wallet, $300 bucks in cash, not bad. Stupid kid didn't even know enough to not bring money to a bookstore. A couple credit cards too. Wouldn't take me long to run them up. Daddy would just think they were stolen anyway. I looked around the Escalade for anything else, but found nothing. I looked at the kids ID. Blake Darby. He lived in the Heights. I knew it. Big houses up there. Blakey boy was in for a wild couple of weeks! I returned to the arcade, and slipped into an adjoining booth. I wanted to watch my new slut in action secretly. My buddy just stood there as Blake rode another anonymous cock through the hole. He looked blitz and he just pushed his ass back onto the partition, taking it as deep as he could. My buddy knelt in front of him and fed him his cock. Blake sucked it like a pro already. I watched my boy get spit roasted through the hole as both cocks filled him with more cum. I decided we had spent enough time in the bookstore and it was time for the next phase. I entered the booth and looked at my new slut. Cum dripped off his face and leaked out his no longer virgin hole. I just grabbed his shorts and told him to put them on, we're leaving. He didn't even hesitate or ask where the rest of his clothes were. He pulled on his shorts and I stuck my hand down the back, sticking two fingers in his dripping cunt. I guided him out into the hallway and out of the bookstore to his vehicle. I tossed him in the passenger side and off we went to Daddy's house in the Heights.

Part 4 The young guy who they called 'the gifter' lay next to Logan as he still high as fuck as 'the chemist' came in the bedroom. He handed 'the gifter' a bag of meth, several points and a bottle of water. The kid quickly prepared a couple points for himself while 'the chemist' fixed Logan's next slam. As 'the gifter' ready to administer his own slam 'the chemist' was about to give Logan his slam. The man in charge came into the bedroom and told Logan that as where his gifter was gentle the rest of the fucking he was about to get would be much rougher since Logan was to learn that his place was to please anyone he was told to please however they wanted. As 'the chemist' administered Logan's slam 'the gifter' was doing his own slam. 'The gifter' coughed out hard and began to enjoying his rush as Logan coughed out hard. 'The gifter' leaned over and kissed Logan as men began to enter the bedroom. Although Logan was the main attraction, 'the gifter' got his share of cock. Logan was kept his and high for 3 days as he was thoroughly fucked. 'The gifter' really wanted to pay attention to Logan. At one point they positioned both boys in 69 as they got fucked. Although Logan couldn't get hard he certainly enjoyed his chock being sucked. 'The chemist' kept Logan high as God while 'the gifter' took care of himself. 'The gifter' knew that Logan would be as addicted as he was and hoped that they could be party buds. After 3 days off non-stop partying and fucking it was evident that he was ready for a hard crash. 'The gifter' asked if he could look after Logan through his crash and the head man told him that he wasn't only supposed to look after Logan, he was responsible for slamming him up again, but this time he wasn't to be fucked. He could have Logan suck his cock. 'The gifter' moved to a back bedroom where they carried Logan as he passed out. The two snuggled up in bed as Logan zonked out. Logan was out could for nearly 2 days.

Part 3 After Logan had swallowed his first load of cum the man took Logan into the living room of the house where there were about half a dozen guys sitting around waiting for him. He was told to get on his knees and crawl over till each guy and suck each guys cock and swallow each load of cum. One by one Logan sucked each guy and swallowed every drop if cum and as the meth I his system began to fade. The man knew that Logan would need another slam before he was going to be fucked for the first time. They took Logan back to the bedroom he woke up in and told him to sit on the bed. He was given some Gatorade to drink that was laced with GHB as 'the chemist' entered the bedroom. As he drank the Gatorade he saw 'the chemist' load a syringe with crystals then add some water to get the meth to dissolve. Logan was finishing up his Gatorade as the GHB began to take effect. He didn't try to resist as 'the chemist' placed a tourniquet on his upper arm. Logan watched as 'the chemist' found a good vein and slipped the needle in, drew back getting a flash of blood before emptying the contents. When the tourniquet was removed Logan began to cough harder then he had the first time. Through his coughs Logan heard 'the chemist' tell the man as he requested, thus one was stronger then the first slam. Logan was breathing really fast as he rode a rush that was much stronger than his first slam as he laid back on the bed. The man stood over Logan as a naked guy came into the room. The guy looked closer to his age as the man left then in the room alone. The guy climbed on top of Logan, looked into his eyes and told Logan to relax as he leaned in for a kiss as he heard someone say that the kids newly poz and his vial load will easily convert the new meat. Once again Logan was lost in the drugs as he willingly accepted his kiss as Logan felt the guys cock stiffen between their bodies. Logan was quickly giving into the drugs and sex not knowing if he'd ever see his family or friends again. As the two were sharing spit and tongues he maneuvered Logan so that Logan could suck stone cock while he got his ass ate for the first time. This was all the lube Logan would get before he had his cherry taken. Once the young guy thought he had a minimal amount if lube for Logan's as he repositioned Logan where he could hook his legs under his arms as he pointed his cock towards Logan's ass. Logan felt the tip hit his ass as the guy moved his hips enough to get his cock right at Logan's hole. The guys pushed his hips forward as his cock began to slip inside his body. Logan couldn't resist the pleasure he was starting to feel as the cock inched its way home until Logan felt three guy's pelvis bump up against his ass. They kissed again as Logan began to not only get his first fuck, but a poz fuck. Logan had no clue what he was getting but the guy fucking him was nicked named 'the gifter'. He was an addict that needed his fix and agreed to get pozzed and become a member of the crew. He'd get the 'fix. He'd need as long as he took as much cum as possible, never went on meds and when he was needed to 'gift' someone he would only be given a small slam and drugs to keep his cock hard. With all that he was known for cumming multiple times and usually big loads. He knew after he was done with the 'deed' he'd get a larger slam and get fucked all night long. Logan felt the chock inside his ass begin to swell as the guy kissed him before looking into his eyes and telling him in broken English that he was giving Logan his first charged load. Logan didn't comprehend the meaning at the time, but once he got the fuck flu, as well as being addicted to the drugs he was being given, he'd understand. In the few hours Logan was fucked by this guy he took 5 loads when the guy pulled out. The guy looked at Logan's hole as a little but of cum seeped out before he roughly stuck a dildo inside his pozzed filled ass. The dildo would force the poz cum deeper inside Logan's body. After a good 5 minutes of the dildo it was roughly pulled out. It was replaced by a brush that would scrap the walls of locks ass mashing sure the bug would get inside his blood.

Part 2 Logan woke up without a clue where he was. He could tell he was naked and tied up. As he laid there be hard voices but couldn't make out what was being said. Actually what he heard was Spanish. Logan called out wanting to know where he was, where his father was when this guys walked into the room where he was being kept. Logan looked up at the figure, he had to be over 6 feet tall, muscular build with call features. Logan was only 5 foot, 8 inches, with a slim build that he was trying to build muscle into, with no success. The guy looked down at him letting him know exactly why he was know their property. Logan was shocked at what his fatter had done to him and he now knew that he was their to work off his father's debt, he had no clue how he was going to do that until they were joined by someone this guy called 'the chemist'. While 'the chemist' was working the man standing over him told him that he was going to be trained to serve and please their clients, and if he didn't want to get hurt he do as he was told. While listening to the man, Logan felt something being placed tightly on his upper arm as the man told him the details of his training. The man told Logan that he was going to learn to suck cock, swallow cum and learn to get fucked. As Logan began to protest that he wasn't gay he felt a pinch as the needle of his first slam was betting administered. He looked over to 'the chemist' as the tight band on his arm was pulled off. He felt the warmth rush up his arm and into his chest. He felt like he couldn't breath as he began to cough hard. He felt his heart beat fast as he was released from being tied up. All he could do was say, "OH FUCK!" as 'the chemist' left the room being told that he would be needed again in a couple hours. As Logan laid there riding his rush the man removed his shirt and dropped his pants revealing a good size, uncut cock. Logan felt strange, it was feeling he had felt before with his girlfriend, a horniness that he couldn't fight. The man placed his hand I the back if Logan's head guiding him to his growing cock. Logan tried to resist but with the drugs clouding his mind he could not resists as the cock came closer to his mouth. Logan shook his head no, but when the cock reached his lips he opened his mouth letting it slid across his tongue. The man coached Logan giving him tips that helped him become a cock sucker. Logan could taste the man's precum as it coated his tongue. As Logan tasted the man's precum he thought he'd be disgusted at what he was doing, but he felt good and was starting to enjoy sucking cock. The fact of tbs situation was that the drugs had him leaning to enjoy sucking cock. With the drugs and the man's coaching Logan was taking the cock without gagging. The man knew this boy could bring them some good cash as he got closer to giving Logan his first taste of a man's cum. The man made sure to have a good grip on the back if Logan's head as the 17 year old was enjoying giving his first blow job. The man let Logan know that he needed to swallow his load that he was about to feed him as he grunted. Logan felt the man's cock pulse in his mouth as he began to feel his mouth filing with cum. Logan looked up at the man as he slurped down the cum being deposited I his mouth.

Part 2 Alan took a hard fuck for nearly ten minutes from this mega-hung stud. The two students were still at the urinals, wanking their hard cocks in awe that this lad, not much older than were they, was able to take such hard abuse. Eventually, the frenzied fucking climaxed when the hung guy dumped his load in the boy. I realised my opportunity, reached into my bag again and pulled out a bottle of cologne and gave my wrists a quick spritz. I had a wicked idea in mind, and so did the hung guy, who ordered Alan to "Clean my cummy cock, bitch,". Then I heard them moving around next door. Sneaking a peek, I saw the guy who had fucked Alan was now seated on the toilet, and Alan's face was buried in the crotch of the big dicked man. That left Alan's arse up in the air, the hole open slightly, two loads of fresh cum slowly trickling out, only to be soaked up by the fabric of his jock. A nice touch, I thought, and wondered if he'd been wearing the jack all day around the office. I made a mental note to look out for it in future. I unzipped, pulled-out my cock, and got into position behind Alan. While I couldn't compete for size with the monster that had just been up him, still I knew my cock head juts out from the shaft in a way most guys love when it's pounding them, so I squished it into his wet hole. Leaning forward, more shaft went in, and I held Alan's head so he wouldn't look around, and to give him a good chance to smell my freshly-applied cologne. As if he could smell anything through the poppers and the cock now pushing insistently past his tonsils. My hips started bucking. I thought about the girls in the office who batted their eyelashes at him, eyed his buttocks as he went to lunch and giggled to each other when he left the room. If they could see him now - so cock-crazed he hadn't realised the guy using his hole as a cum dump was the same guy who sat opposite him at work. No names, no faces, even. And no condoms: the boy wanted the load, and no giggly media studies graduate who worried about her pedicure was about to give him that. I didn't want to risk going for the long haul and being discovered. In addition, I figured Alan was more into the load than the fuck, so I didn't hold back from squirting my pent-up spunk into his arse. After I blew my load, I quickly nipped back to the other cubicle to wipe down with some toilet roll, rather than run the risk of being identified. A student, meanwhile, quickly took my place. I actually wondered if Alan had noticed the switch. The kid was huffing on the poppers so hard I thought it was a possibility - I hadn't made a big deal of cumming, and we were all moving as quietly as we could. Just then, the furtive atmosphere was broken by the crackle of a walkie talkie. Into the toilet walked a policeman in full gear. As he took in the room, everyone froze. He was heavy built, mid thirties, and bearded. He looked at me, then Alan, sandwiched between the hung guy and one of the students. "Ok," he said into his microphone, "I'm in the ******** park men's toilets. Nobody here." The policeman batted the student who was fucking Alan away, saying "Move out, son. I haven't long. I'm on duty." I watched the cop pull-out a thick cut cock with a heavy PA through the helmet, and heard Alan cry out as it went in deep. "This your boy?" the cop asked the man on the toilet. "Nah," said the hung man, "I just found him taking loads today. Gave him mine a minute ago. He's a good sucker, getting me ready to fuck one of those lads." The look on the students' faces was priceless: lust meets apprehension. The cop grunted, came, and pulled-out, ordering one of the students to "Clean this. I got to get back." The younger looking of the two students went down on his knees and quickly cleaned the cop's spunky cock. The first student got back inside Alan and pushed the cop's load deeper. t looked like he'd rather be there than have to take hung guy's cock for round two. The policeman left, saying, "You've got forty minutes until the next patrol, and they might not be as much fun as me." He left, and the other guys rearranged, so that hung guy was pushing the student who'd sucked the cop against a wall, trying to get his thick cock into a very tight hole. I stayed long enough to watch him get it in - with a lot of pushing, spit, and complaints from the kid. But if you don't want ten inches up the arse, don't flash it in a cottage, I guess. I was a bit disappointed that Alan didn't offer the kid the poppers: we might have to talk about him being a team player in his next skills review. Just as the cop's motorbike purred out of the car park, I stepped out into the fresh air. It was still pretty light, and I continued my walk home, thinking 'So, the new boy at work is a bareback bottom slut. This could be interesting'. I wondered if I could keep a straight face when I saw him the next morning. Then I wondered if he'd be walking straight after that massive cock. I also wondered if he'd recognise the smell of my cologne.