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I'm working a job up in Frisco north of Dallas and we knock off for an hour for lunch. I'd got messaged by a cute younger guy (18) on Kik who wanted to hookup but couldn't host. He suggested IKEA which is near my office. I agreed and headed there hoping he'd show up...figured if he didn't it was Swedish Meatballs for lunch for me, but he did show....and he was every bit as hot as his pictures. I was worried about his age as he looked younger than 18 but his drivers license tracked. Cute guy with a trimmed goatee, white but probably mixed with something as his cock and balls were dark as was his tightly trimmed hair. He was all too eager to get the show on. We went into the one bathroom and into the big handicap stall and were quickly down to it with me on my knees sucking his cock. Sadly, he wasn't exactly hung, a nice cut dick and honestly I just wanted to get him hard so he'd fuck me. We'd talked about it and I knew he wanted to swap loads. I wasn't at it long and he asked if I wanted to get fucked and I said I did, standing up and bracing against the wall to take him. We hadn't talked about safe or raw and honestly I didn't care, so when he entered me raw I was kind of relieved as I wanted his load in me. He wasn't the hottest fuck but he was cute and wished I was facing him as I wanted to kiss him and look in his eyes as the fucked me. He wasn't at it long before he shot in me and I could feel his blast...clearly he was worked up. I'd been begging for it and told him not to pull out and added how badly I wanted his cum. He slid out and said it was his turn and got in place for me to fuck him. As I got ready to slide in him he asked if I had a condom which really pissed me off as I took him raw. I told him I didn't and spat on my cock and forced it inside him. He gave no protest so I took that as consent and kept pushing more of my cock inside him intent in shooting inside of him. I hate pigs like him who bareback guys but get all flipped out if THEY have to bareback. Clearly he's not on prep and worried about being a slut, yet all too eager to load other guys asses with no questions. I wasn't going to tip my hand and blasted my load inside him with no warning. He wanted it more than I imagined and was begging me not to pull out and to stay inside him. I did and kept stroking, working up to blasting another load deep inside his guts. After I'd busted my second load in him, he turned back to kiss me and I slid out of his ass and we were soon making out in a deep and intense kissing session. He apologized for being so weird but admitted he couldn't host and wanted to swap digits. We did and I admitted I couldn't host either but we could meet up to fuck again. We left and I'm hoping to hear from him again...I'd gladly load his ass and take his seed again!

Im actually Black unlike most other responders. It is racist and offensive. A big turn off from strangers. For me, its fake respect and fake admiration. There's race play but that's consensual. There is nothing sexy about being reminded by strangers that you are discriminated against where it jeopardizes your life and quality of life. And then have someone who has no idea what's like to reduce you to a body part to be used while dismissing your struggle, that it's rooted in white supremacy or the fight for your very humanity.. Its not worship, it's a dismissive fantasy and discrimination. No one calls latinos "brown dick" or asians "yellow dick" or indigenous people "red dick". But its okay in porn or sexual fantasy to do it to Black men?? Check out Race Cooper, sex worker and now activist, he has a whole podcast about it. Most people reading here wont respect or dismiss this insight provided but then its not for you. Its for the people who genuinely care, are curious and respect their fellow human...even when fantasizing. Consent is sexy. Even consenting to be used. Peace.

Mike and Josh made their way to the strip to explore the sites. It was warm out so both were in basketball shorts and tshirts. Both were commando, as usual. After about an hour they happen to share an elevator with a hot couple. The black guy was in his thirties, great body, tall but not as tall as Mike, great smoke, and well built. The girl was in her 20s, had light brown skin, was short, thin, and had a nice fat ass. They were both a little tipsy. The girl flirting with both guys. They invited Mike and Josh to the bar in the lobby. As they drank and talked, the girl played with Joshes dick under the table. It was obvious and the guy didn’t care. He talked with Mike about working out and bro stuff. The guy went to the bathroom and while he was away the girl told Josh she wanted his dick. She then whispered to him (a loud drunk whisper) she wanted him to cum in her and that she wasn’t on the pill as she was trying to baby trap her bf. She asked Josh to take her back to his room. When her man came back to the table she told him that she was going back to the room. And left. Ten minutes later Josh excused himself. “She thinks she is slick. I know that white boy is going to fuck her. I know she takes all kinds of dick. Hell my brother fucked her.” The guy said after Josh left. Mike chuckled then went open mouth superseded when the guy continued “I am sterile and she ain’t getting no kids from me. She do get the bugs I get from taking guys dicks up my ass though. And if she ain’t got my poz baby yet she will soon.” ”You are poz? Gay?” Mike gasped out ”I am straight and love fucking pussy. But a big fat raw dick in me is what’s up. I got pozzed up by a rando a year ago. Never went on meds. Still only fuck chicks raw. Put my hiv in 15 girls since then.” ”Fuck yea man! Well I got a 8.5 in big poz non medicated dick if you want a recharge.” ”Hell yea! Let’s go back to my room.” Mike followed him up to his room. When they enter the room the big jock bitch guy turned into a bitch bottom. He begged to suck Mike’s dick and balls. He licked mikes sweaty pits. Ate his sweaty hole. Begged to be fucked as Mike ate his hole. Mike lined his big raw poz dick up to the guys wet puckered straight poz hole. “You ready to take this toxic dick and med resistant strain bitch?” ”Fuck yes! Knock my ass up with that poz white baby!” Mike spent 15 mins hate fucking the jock pussy. Fuck hard and deep. Tearing his hole as he plowed. The guy moaning and begging for his charged cum the whole time. “You ready to be recharged fag?” ”Fuck daddy impregnate me!! Make me you poz son!!” At those world Mike unleashed a massive orgasm and flood the jock ass full of his cum. The guy felt the warm explode in his hole and shot his own poz cum all over his and Mike chest. “I can’t wait to use your strain to knock up that whore your buddy is balls deep in!” “Fuck yea man!” Mike left the guy on the bed naked and full of his poz cum. Went back to his room and showered and changed. When he meet Josh at work they compared notes. The girl apparently was a freak. They didn’t last to even get to the room. Josh put 2 loads in her pussy in an alley. When see asked his name he gave her a fake. He was stoked Mike tagged the bf. They laugh and joked that they both have be knocked before the month was over. They went about their task to set up for the night. Mike was loving his trip so far.

Chapter 5: Rental Negotiations Afterwards the 4 of us just sat on the sofa naked and started talking. Our landlord told us how he gifted the lawn boi, and made him his slave. He said the boi lived with him, and used his money from yard services to help pay for rent. He had already serviced our yard once, and we asked him if he always dressed that way doing lawns. He said no, only for the clients he knew, or at least thought were gay. He said he pegged us two right away, and the first time he wore the tight black leather shorts was for our yard. We both said he had a great ass for them! The landlord said I'm sure you know by now he's a total bottom, and from time to time he liked dressing as a sissy slut in hose and panties. He said it wasn't usually his scene, as he was a pig, but did say he occasionally liked fucking him roughly in his sissy clothes, as he was a very verbal slut. He explained that he was a great house boi. He said he kept the place clean, kept him well fed, and he always attended his sexual needs. He said that he had his own bedroom, but actually preferred sleeping in his rather large cage where he would feed him kibble and a bowl of piss to lap up. Of course my step dad had to tell him how he gifted me, and even included my real dad in the process! Then of course i shared how Marc provided me with my first, but hopefully not last son! By then we were all super hard, and headed to the new playroom to see if the paint smell had disappeared and for the most part, it had. I got in the sling and the landlord fucked me hard and fast, while my stepdad fucked Marc on the bed in the playroom. After we were both filled to the brim, we all retreated to the living room again. The Landlord asked why Marc and I didn't have any bio tats yet, and I said hopefully I would soon. Marc said he wanted to wait until he infected his first boi. He didn't want to scare off any potential tricks. The Landlord said good idea, and to let him know when I wanted mine, as he knew an artist who would discretely do it. The Landlord also said that it was not too late to sign up for his college course, which was ironically sex education. He said that at times, it was boring as he was required to teach the "basics" as some freshmen were truly naive and clueless. He said he didn't really take attendance, and the class had a mix of both straight and gay students, and even a few women in it. He said his class was known as a hookup class, and many would simply take it to find tricks. We agreed and signed up the next day!

Here is a sort of funny story… when I was 20 I started on my journey of being a cum slut. Up until that time I was really with one man. After chasing and ultimately becoming hiv positive I let my mom(a nurse) know my status. She was cool with it but concerned as expected. After my diagnosis I threw caution to the wind and took any and all dick that was offered. In the first year I had 4 Sti’s. After the first one my mom asked if I knew who gave it to me. I said I think so. Of course I didn’t . I just wanted her to think I was selective. When I got the second one she asked again if I knew where I got it. I said maybe. After the third she said I should stop playing with the person that gave me the sti. I said I don’t know who gave it to me. I told her that I was ass up in a sling at steamworks and random men take turns breeding me. She said oh and walked away. Moral of the story is don’t ask questions if you are not prepared for the answer.

I get most of my fucking at clubs just because it means multiple loads. The first load is always amazing because you remember the first touch, the first cockhead breaching your hole and leaning back into the thrust, and then the build up and gasp as they slam home to plant their seed deep inside, the slow softening of their cock as they slip out and the dribble of that first load. After that your ass is silky smooth and the next cock, and the next one is easier. Each is different, each thrust and technique, each size, and each coming - I love the groan build up and big release, the guy who wants to explore every part of your ass, the fast dumper. And then each load makes the next one better, the fingers that tentatively explore and you can feel their cock stiffen as they feel how sloppy you are, the slow withdrawal and the leaking of cum out of a filled hole. The best moments are when I get a chain - the first guy triggers 2 or 3 others, and barely has one cock left when another is pushing through the sloppy stickiness to drop their load. Typically I will go to a club and then with a filled hole, head up to the Heath to open my ass up in the dark, and the smell of cum in the open air draws in guys, and in the dark the sense of touch and smell take over, their fingers feel the wetness, their nostrils fill with scent of fresh cum, and I can pick up at least another few loads before heading home exhausted, full and with a smile on my face!

No family but my close friends know I'm a slut because they are too so no big deal.

I still shoot bigger than average loads, but nothing like as much as when I was younger. One time I was fucking some guy who picked me up hitch-hiking, and when I started to cum I just couldn't stop. Each spurt lasted several seconds and I had about 20 spasms of shooting even more cum. It was so much the guy asked me if I was pissing in his cunt. I told him no, and then pulled out briefly to shower his face with cum before sliding back in and finishing inside him.

If you are undetectable and on meds you will be fine. It is extremely rare for an HIV positive man to be infected by a different strain of HIV and your medication contains the ingredients found in PrEP.

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

I'm not going to lie: the first one hurt. Despite the lubing and fingering I had engaged in on the car ride over, the rough, uncompromising entry of a very girthy, pierced dick was painful. The guy wielding this silver-ringed phallus was aggressive and clearly riled up, so I had little choice but to just stay bent over and yelp my way through a hard pounding until, thankfully, he spurted his toxic babies in me after only a few minutes. Thereafter things got a bit easier, as the two guys that followed weren't nearly as well-hung and my anus had relaxed a bit and been lubed some more by the first load. They both lasted longer than the first guy, meaning he was good to go again by the time they were done. Fortunately it was a more comfortable fucking second time around. I stayed over the barrel for quite a while, only occasionally getting a moment to stand up straight and stretch before someone else stepped up to have a go in me. I was aware there were other men in attendance after a while, but I have no idea if any of them were poz as they weren't particularly vocal. I suppose it didn't matter though, as by that point I was on a second consecutive night of taking highly toxic loads so was probably well on my way to conversion anyway. Things shifted up a gear when a large group of men arrived en masse, such that I wondered if they had come on some sort of pozzing coach excursion. Once they were there I was allowed to move from the barrel to the filthy mattress, and was then flipped repeatedly between missionary and doggy-style positions depending on each fucker's preference. As the night wore on and my hole got looser and looser, they moved on to double-fucking me, again in various positions, and often with a lot of poz talk to keep everyone aroused. Interestingly, all focus throughout the night was on my rear end, with only the occasional presentation of a dick to my face for me to lick or suck, and usually only to clean after it had fired off in my backside. I was otherwise free to occasionally smoke when Gus or Steve presented a cigarette to me, and otherwise just stare ahead of me to the water or up through the trees to the starry night sky. Throughout all this I was increasingly in a trance-like state, almost like I was witnessing this happening to someone else. I was obviously feeling all the fucking, the changing of positions and the hard slaps on my buttocks some of the guys chose to land on me, but somehow it didn't feel real and as such I didn't entirely engage. Perhaps some of the guys there would have preferred me to be either begging for their loads or whimpering like I was being raped, but I didn't really utter much at all after my yelping during that first brutal fuck. I don't know, maybe it was a defence mechanism to help me mentally cope with what I was allowing to happen to me. However, in time it all started to take its toll, and I was apparently wincing for the first time as two well-hung guys ploughed into me in tandem. This is when Steve and Gus started to bring things to a close, but not before I had taken their loads in the final double-fucking of the night. They then hauled me up from the mattress and handed me a bottle of water. "You did good, boy" said Gus. "Thanks" I whispered. "You sore?" asked Steve. "Yes" I replied, "but I'm OK." "Good boy" Steve said. "Now let's get your hole cleaned up so you don't mess up the car on the way home." They made me squat near the river before squirting water out of a couple of bottles at my backside, and then handed me some wet wipes and a towel to finish off the job myself. There were still a few of the other men hanging around and it was all a bit bizarre doing this with an audience, but at least they weren't fucking me any more. Once clean, I threw all the wipes and towel in a plastic bag Gus held open for me, and then we set off back through the bushes to the car. I was sore, but it was still a blessed relief to sit down in the back seat once we got there. "Relax boy" said Gus, as Steve started driving us home, "you're going to get a bit of a break for a couple of days now, apart from us two needing your holes." "But tomorrow" continued Steve, looking at me in the rear-view mirror as he drove along the deserted roads, "we'll be taking you out to start your other conversion." "My other conversion?" I asked. "Yes boy" said Gus. "It's one thing to have the virus, which I'm sure you will do soon, but it's another to actually look like a true poz cumdump. Tomorrow we'll get you started down that road too." I started trying to form the questions that were entering my head, but then sighed and turned to look out of the window. "Yes sir" I responded quietly. "Good lad" Gus said, before we then drove the rest of the way in silence. Once back at their house I took and shower and then limped to bed, my arse starting to ache more and more, all while my head was swirling with anxieties, questions and flashbacks. What would they be doing to me tomorrow? What did a true poz cumdump look like? What if I didn't want to have done to me whatever they were planning? Eventually physical and mental exhaustion took me over, and I turned on to my side and closed my eyes. "What will be will be" I whispered to myself, before drifting off to a restful sleep.

I awoke later in the day while it was still light outside, and spent a few confused moments wondering where I was. However, as I noticed the leather accessories I was still wearing and the ache in my rear end, it all came flooding back to me. Yes, I had really spent the night in a dingy warehouse sex club, taking load after load of toxic cum. My stomach churned at the thought, and yet my dick started to harden again. I lay in the bed for a while, staring at the ceiling as I processed everything in my head. Although it hadn't entered my mind since I had arrived in Sydney and resumed my role as Peter and Aidan's personal cumdump, I now knew that all prospects for going back to my old life were gone. I was never again going to be the popular, hunky, athletic jock with a string of girlfriends and female suitors. I was never again going to be the alpha. But, I found myself wondering, did I really care? Was that ever who I actually wanted to be? Sure, I loved being athletic and sporty, and I seemed to be both comfortable and happy making lots of friends and being popular. However, maybe the girlfriends thing was me just playing a role. Maybe my ever-present curiosity about what it would be like to be with a man indicated that it was really a suppressed desire. The willingness with which I had submitted in the Whitsundays, the cock hunger I had exhibited as I made my way around the country, and the peace and calm I had felt while living with the guys in their apartment and taking several loads a day all seemed to indicate that my true nature had now been found. After realising that I could still be the popular sporty guy if I wanted, but just one who lived a different kind of life to all the colour-by-numbers types who normally inhabited that role, I felt at peace and ready to face whatever the rest of the day was going to hold. I therefore hauled myself out of the bed, opened the door and wandered off to see what the rest of this house was like and who exactly the two kind-faced gents were who had brought me back here after participating in my gang-pozzing. As it happened there didn't seem to be anyone about, but I found a note that had been left for me on a table by the front door. I was invited to make myself comfortable, eat or drink anything I wanted from the kitchen, and get myself cleaned up in the guest shower room by the back door whenever I fancied. A loose-fitting pair of shorts and a tank top had been left for me in there, so after having a couple of glasses of water I took up their offer and had a long, hot shower. Sensing that it was expected of me, I also detached the shower head and used the hose to get my innards cleaned out. Once all dried off and dressed in the clothes they had left, I made my way out into their little back garden to smoke a cigarette from the pack that had been left with the note. I was sat at a chair in the kitchen eating some scrambled eggs on toast I had made when the two guys came back from wherever they had been, about half an hour after I had got up. They were both shorter than me and a bit chubby, with a range of tattoos visible on their limbs and each sporting a significant piercing or two. The one with a big nose ring introduced himself as Gus, while his partner with the chunky hoop earrings told me he was called Steve. They told me they were friends of Peter and Aidan's, and had been hearing about me since the other two had got back from Queenslands. "I hope you're feeling well rested" said Gus, "you have a long night ahead of you." "Yes sir" I replied, sensing I should maybe adopt the submissive role. "Good boy" said Steve, "it's right that you should know your place now." "Yes sir" I replied again. "What will I be doing tonight?" "Tonight, boy, you're going alfresco" said Gus. "Alfresco?" I asked. "Yes boy" said Steve. "There's a special place by the river where you'll be the star attraction tonight." "We've put a couple of little bootie calls out for you" said Gus, "and there will be plenty of others passing by who will want a piece of you." I looked between them, and then down at the floor. "Sir...will they all be pozzing me?" I asked. Gus laughed. "I can't vouch for all of them boy, but the guys we've invited along are definitely very toxic." "Plus you'll get a few more loads from each of us, and we practically have AIDS" laughed Steve. I visibly winced at that last comment, while continuing to stare at the floor. "Don't be scared boy" said Gus, coming over to me and rubbing my back. "From what Pete and Aid have told us, this is who you are meant to be. But that doesn't mean you can't go on meds when we've finally converted you, just like they have. You can be a perfectly normal, healthy jock, who just happens to be a poz cumdump." I nodded again. "Thank you sir" I said quietly. "I think that's what I want." "OK, good" said Steve. "Well, we'll focus on getting you pozzed, and then Pete and Aid can talk to you about the rest before you go home." Despite all this talk of me knowingly and deliberately catching this disease, their comforting words seemed to sort out the muddle in my head, at least temporarily. We then spent the next couple of hours sat in the garden chatting, smoking, eating and drinking, and I found that I actually really liked the pair of them. I was actually feeling grateful that I got to be taken care of by them during this journey I was on. Once night had fallen they decided we better get ready, which involved little for me other than another clean-out and then putting back on the leather jockstrap from last night to wear under the loose shorts. Gus and Steve changed completely so that they were back in leathers, and then they proceeded to spray me from head to toe with insect repellent. "We want you pozzed, not eaten alive" said Gus as he rubbed the stuff up my inner thighs. "You'll also want to get some of this inside you" said Steve, handing me a tube of lube. "Once the guys get started on you later, you'll only have their loads to lube you." I duly squirted some out and rubbed it into my hole, then pulled my shorts back up and slipped the tube into one of the pockets. I then put on a pair of flip-flops Gus threw on the floor for me, and headed out the door with them into what appeared to be a quiet suburb. This time they walked me to fairly conservative looking car rather than the van they'd brought me home in last time, meaning I got to enjoy the view out the window as we drove. Sitting in the back seat I was also able to quietly finger and loosen myself up, adding more of the lube to really get myself ready. I didn't know Sydney enough to recognise anything for quite a while, so was still just as in the dark about where their house was as I had been the night before. However, at some point we were suddenly close to a big stadium that I realised meant we had reached the former Olympic Park, and from there it was only a bit more driving into increasingly quiet areas before we stopped at a giant, deserted car park and got out. From there it was a bit of a trek through some trees and fields until we arrived at a spot near the water that seemed to be completely secluded, with the only people around being three guys who seemed to be waiting for our arrival. "Here he is boys" announced Gus, as he and Steve led me towards an old mattress that had a large barrel standing next to it. "Get him over the barrel" one of the men said, which resulted in Steve urging me towards it. We stopped just in front of it, and he grabbed my shorts and pulled them down, encouraging me to step out of them. He left the tank top on me, and I bent forward to rest my hands on the barrel. "OK boys" said Steve, "get to pozzing!" So my night truly began...

I was in Houston on a family visit and lasted only three days before I knew I needed some dick and I needed it bad. I was staying with my family so getting off was really difficult and I had a 4-day load built up. Finally my opportunity to get out of the house came and I told my mom I was going to visit some friends and would be home late. So, I showered and got all cleaned out and lubed my smooth hungry ass and put on my favorite jock. I love to play with a sparkling clean butt. I like the confidence that there will be no surprises and wanted to be ready for anything. There was only one place that was going to get me where I needed to go; a bookstore - a sleazy, dark, smelly, nasty cum-soaked bookstore. It was just after dusk when I pulled into the parking lot which I noted was full. I got that exhilarating feeling in the pit of my stomach and suddenly became aware of my erect nips. I paid my entrance fee and went immediately to the back rooms. It was totally dark and took my eyes a moment to adjust. After a minute or two, I started making my way through the darkened maze. The smell of cum and poppers were strong. The fuck music was pounding away. The halls were lined with people standing around and checking each other out. I was only there about 5 minutes when I was approached at the end of a dark hallway. As I turned around, I brushed up against a tall guy. Before I could excuse myself we made eye contact and my fucking heart sank. I pegged him at about 26 or 27. He was about 6’3” or so, excellent body and black as night. He didn’t smile. He didn’t wink or anything. He just looked at me, grabbed my hand and started walking back down the hall slowly. He led us into a vacant booth and shut and locked the door. He yanked his T-Shirt up and over his head and behind his neck exposing a beautiful worked out chest. His skin was flawless and his pecs were tight and the color of coffee grounds. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his left nipple which I took to like a baby calf. I started licking all around it. It was shimmering and glistening in the light from the porn playing on the monitor. This turned me on so much I dove in and started chewing. He started moaning and twisting my hair pushing my face harder into his nip. He raised his left arm back and over his head exposing his deep dark pit. The smell was incredible. I licked from his nipple up to his pit and soaked it completely - taking it all in. I was high from it. My cock was raging in my jeans. I had my hands around his waist and felt his taunt hard butt. I rubbed across his crotch. It was warm and had a nice mound. His junk was stuffed tightly up in his jeans and felt impressive. I started unbuttoning his jeans and he helped me. He pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees in one fell swoop and just stood there. I looked down and saw his ebony colored cut cock sticking up past his belly button. He had a tight black bush which was naturally trim. His cock was fat. I mean really fat. It was cut and had a nice thick head on it. I reached out and wrapped my hand around it. The heat that emitted from it was awesome. I guessed it to be a solid 8”, maybe 9”. It wasn’t so much the link that was impressive but the girth. I felt pressure on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. I stopped him, for a moment to get out of my jeans as fast as I could, grabbing my poppers from the front pocket. I was down on my knees and smelling black bush in a flash. The smell of his crotch was spellbinding. I kissed his cockhead. I licked his dick and on the sides, underneath and all around to get it wet. I was so fucking horned for this dick that when it was soaking wet with my saliva, I grabbed his rock-hard ass cheeks, took a deep breath and stuffed that fat fucking pole down my throat. As soon as the head got stuck at the back of my throat, I felt his hands on the back of my head and together we stuffed the rest of it in. He let out a guttural moan and I started to gag a little; but immediately got it under control. I was leaking spit onto his balls, but my front teeth were eating his bush. I had this big black obsidian cock buried down my throat. He was moaning and started fucking my throat while I was tugging on his balls and working my jaw and throat muscles like a starving whore. I started jacking my own cock, but let it go for fear of blowing too soon. He pulled out and modeled his cock for me. I think we were both surprised that I was able to take him all the way. He looked down and wiped a puddle of saliva from my chin and smeared it onto his cock and shoved it back into my mouth all the way. I could hear him say little things under his breath like, “Take that bitch.” and “Eat that fucking black dick.” These were the first words I heard him say. After about 5 minutes my jaw was getting tired so I released his cock and dove for his balls. He lifted one leg up so I had better access. I was anxiously trying to stuff both of his smooth balls into my mouth at the same time to do a little tea-bagging, but it was difficult. Finally he reached down, grabbed his left nut and helped me stuff it in. My mouth was full and my cheeks were puffed out. It took a moment to figure out my breathing, but once I found a rhythm, I started bathing his balls with my tongue. My man was moaning and writhing above me. He was dipping down to get more of his nuts into my mouth and pulling up and down to intensify pressure on this nutsack. He had two handfuls of my hair to help him drive his nuts back and forth. His hard shiny black dick was slapping against my forehead leaving a slimy residue on my face. He finally pulled his nuts slowly out of my mouth causing a “plop” sound and then lifted me up. I stared up at him wondering what was coming next. Then I felt his big hands slide down my back to my ass. I arched my back pushing my ass out onto his hands. I wanted there to be no confusion as to what I wanted. He touched my pucker and I began to purr. He turned me around and bent me over. I was immediately nervous that I didn’t have enough lube. As he was rubbing his cock up and down my ass crack, I was loading up on saliva and spreading it on my hole. I reached back between my legs and got his cock really slick and wet appreciating that I had the foresight to pre-lube my hole before I left home. He slid down and stuffed his tongue next to my finger and took over eating my hole. Dude has skills. He stood up and I felt the head of his cock at my hole. Heat was generating off of it. I craved this fat dick, but knew it wasn’t going to be easy. I started pushing back on him while he added pressure. Then I felt the fat head pop through my ring. We both froze for a second. I was expecting the pain to be intense, but there was nothing except the need to get the rest of this dick in me. He sensed that I was fine and together we slid that black rod all the way to his nuts. I was stuffed full of hot black cock. He shuddered and groaned. I could feel the ripple of his body, then traveled though his cock. This boy needed to fuck. He flexed his cock to demonstrate his powers. I pushed back to make sure I had everything he had to give. I heard him say, again under his breath, “That’s it, white boy, give me your pussy.” He took my ass and spread my cheeks completely apart and pulled out to the head and slammed back in. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I knew our fuck was about to get intense. I was bent over with my legs spread. I grabbed my poppers and took a hit. I lifted one leg up on the bench to give him better access. I heard him say. “Oh fuck yeah.” And then it started. My stud started to fuck me like a porn star. Pulling all the way out and shoving all the way in. I was working it from my angle. I was matching his thrusts lunge by lunge clinching my ass muscles every time he bottomed out inside me. I could feel his fingers tracing his fat cock all around my ass lips. I could tell he loved feeling that ass stretched out around his fat dick. I was in an altered state. I was lowly moaning and working my ass, but I had crossed over into that place where my ass became the center of my universe. I was completely, at this point, self-serving. My boy leaned over and rested on my back while he continued to plow. Then he let go of my ass cheeks and started tweaking my nips. That got me hotter. His face was right next to mine and I could feel his breath. Then he turned and shoved his tongue into my mouth and we started kissing loudly and sloppily. He never missed a fuck-beat. I could feel his moans reverberate through my tongue. It was as if his cock and his tongue were somehow connected and working in unison to penetrate me at every angle. I reached back under my legs and felt his cock piston-fucking my hungry ass. It was hot, gooey and hard as steel and making the filthiest wet fuck sounds that could be heard all the way in the hall. When he pulled out I could tell he was close to blowing. He was totally still and pushed my hand away from his cock. We both froze for a moment. I looked down at his enflamed cock head and could see it throbbing. I expected his load to start spilling out, but nothing. After a few seconds he turned me all the way around and again pushed me down to his cock. I swallowed and licked my own ass juices off his dick. I opened my throat and swallowed him whole. He bent over my back and while holding my head down onto his cock, put three fingers into my ass and started working them all around. Then he added a forth. He lifted me back up and I took my position again and reached back and guided his dick back where it belonged. I knew he was going to go for it because he took my poppers, opened the top took a long hit and then pushed the bottle under my nose. He grabbed on to my waist and started driving. He picked up his pace and his breathing got heavier. I braced myself to take a serious pounding and encouraged him to go for it and not hold back. I told him I needed his black cock in my hole. The intensity increased and I started to feel his inner thighs tremble. My spine started to tingle; I was in a complete state of bliss. He started “huffing” and pile driving me hard, twisting on my tits. I started jacking my cock, which was so close and on the verge of exploding; my eyes were fixed onto the ceiling. The poppers had put me into a complete state of whoredom. My load started boiling up from the center of my being and I let out this guttural groan that was heard all over the bookstore. I started spraying my load all over the floor. While pushing my ass back onto this cock, my hole began to spasm all around his juiced up cock and that pushed him over the edge. I reached between my legs at the precise moment that he shoved his cock balls-deep. I quickly located the main vein where his cock met his balls and I felt it swell and pulse. And then it pulsed again; and then again and again and again and again. I thought damn, this fucker is loading me up good. Finally it stopped and he collapsed on my back with both our hearts racing and his cock stuffed deep inside me. We both struggled to catch our breaths. ”Breathe.” he said, “Just breathe.” Then we began to breathe again. I flexed my ass muscles to let him know I was still alive. He flexed his cock in return. He withdrew very slowly and my ass snapped closed. I turned around and squatted to clean his dick. It was so warm from being in my ass. I licked it and sucked all his juices off and left him perfectly clean. I reached back to feel my battered and overly fucked hole. I had to appreciate what it had just gone through. My ass was actually still warm to the touch. I was very satisfied. My black champion dressed in a matter of seconds. He patted me on the ass and left the booth. I sat down on the bench in a dazed state, trying to recover. I closed my eyes and tried to re-imagine what just happened. I was jarred back to reality when someone quickly opened my door and slipped into the booth. I began to object, looking around for my clothes, but he interrupted me saying, “Man I heard you all the way from out here. That must have been one hot fuck. Is this cool?” I looked up and there stood this youngish Hispanic guy probably early 20s. He had a few tats, a couple piercings and definitely looked streetwise. I said sure and he locked the door and and sat next to me. I started pulling my shirt on and looking around for my pants. I was drenched in sweat. “Fuck man that dude was hot. I wished I had been in here with the two of you.” He started feeling me up and worked quickly towards my ass and started circling around my pucker which was soaked and sticky. This was getting interesting. Then he inserted is middle finger. “Damn, man that dude nutted in you.” He then stood up, unzipped and lowered his pants and squatted between my legs. He lifted my legs up exposing by ass. He looked straight at me and said, “I fucking love eating out a hot black load, man, please feed me.” He dove in and started slurping and sucking my ass. At first, I didn’t know what to actually do, but feeling him chomp and chew was really getting me hot. So, I leaned back and spread my legs even more and started jacking. I thought about my hot black stud blasting his raw load up my cunt and started really getting into the ass eating. My Latin twink looked directly at me and said, “You gonna feed me that load? Come on push it out.” I was a little unsure of myself. I grabbed my poppers and took a snort and really started getting into the groove as my little friend started really sucking on my ass. I pushed out on my pucker which he caught between his teeth and nibbled. Somewhere along the way I decided to relax and was getting into this scene when I could feel something happening. All of a sudden, as I was pushing out, I farted. Shocked, I looked down at my little friend and he looked up with an astonished surprised look on his face. He was absolutely covered in cum. Perfect thick, white pearly dribbles of cum covered his face from the top of his forehead to the base of his chin and dripping down. He smiled and said, “Holy fucking Christ!” He dove back in between my cheeks and started slurping like a mad man. He looked so hot with all that cum on his face. The black dude shot the biggest load I have ever experienced in my life. The Latin stud had every intention of eating it all out. I let him go to work while we both jacked our individual cocks. Finally, after several minutes, and a complete cum bath, he grabbed my cock and jacked me until I shot my load. He collected my load in his hand and crawled up to me and we started making out, passing the black guys load between us. Then he took my load and added it to the mix. We continued making out and I licked cum off his chin and forehead and fed it back to him. He stood up and moaned and jacked his cock and I caught his load spurting and covered his cock with my mouth. Of course, I fed it back to him and we made out like teenagers moaning into each other’s mouths. We calmed down and assessed what had just happened and just broke out into a piggy smile. He looked at me, said through naughty smile, “You are one nasty motherfucker. I think I love you.”

This story is purely fictional. I am not a native english speaker, so please forgive me one or two mistakes.so please bare --- It was a very hot evening in August. I was scrolling through Hookup-Sites for some company. One profile caught my mind. TS Nina Raw A tall, black Transgirl. About 1,85cm and she called herself as a aggressive and dominant Top only. Her Status showed "Ask me". She was looking for party and nasty freak-time. She was very beautiful and i was very curious, but everything in her profile screamed danger to me. I wrote to her anyway. I was just curious and wanted to know if someone like me would have a chance. I had no intention of meeting her. Also I assumed that she wouldn't answer me anyway, so what could possibly go wrong. Boy, I was wrong. We wrote back and forth a little and 3 hours later, I'm lying naked in her bed, my feet on her shoulders and she asked me the crucial phrase. "Ready for my poz cock? My cock was rock-hard and had been dripping in anticipation for minutes. "Please fuck me", was all I could say in reply. --- It all started harmlessly. Although I had no intention of meeting her in the first place, I accepted her invitation to come to her place. Just chatting and getting to know each other was my idea. Maybe we would make out. I should have known better. I ringed at her apartment. She welcomed me in wearing just a tank top and thong. It was still almost 30 degrees outside. Her cock formed a considerable bulge in that small piece of fabric. The apartment smelled of sweat, perfume and weed. We talked on the couch. She immediately sat down next to me. I liked her direct manner somehow. She used every opportunity for physical contact. Stroking and Caresing my thighs or legs. Although i know nothing would happen between us i enjoyed her attention. When she fetched me something to drink (Whsiky-Coke, anything else she didn't have accept) she moved so that her lap was directly in front of my face. She came back with 2 glasses. Again she snuggled close to me. This time she stopped and pressed her lap and bulge into my face. I inhaled deeply. Her smell was beguiling, indescribable. We remained severel minutes in this position. Her smell, the mix of sweat and perfume, was intoxicating to me. She sat down next to me and stroked my thighs again. But this time with clearer intention. My cock was getting hard. She lit a joint and blew the smoke lasciviously in my face. Then she held the joint out to me. I had always refused so smoke weed before, but here at this moment in this mood I took a drag as a matter of course. According to her facial expression, she would not have taken a No anyway. Of course I had to cough hard. She took the opportunity to undress completely in the meantime. "It's just too hot", she said. I really eyed her. She had big silicone breasts and her body was heavily tattooed. Her belly button was adorned with the biohazard symbol. Several bullets were tattooed on her thigh and an elaborate scorpion adorned her loin. I was familiar with the symbolism and abbreviations and a shiver ran through my body. It was a mixture of anxiety and excitement. "Don't you want to undress too", she asked me, interrupting my thoughts. I knew where this was going. But I still had everything under control. At least I believed that. So i started undressing, too. She also eyed me and immediately grabbed my butt when I got rid of my shorts. I stood with my back to her. I was a little ashamed. On the one hand because my cock was much smaller than hers and on the other i was incredibly aroused. She noticed my shame, but pulled me back onto the couch. "Just relax," she reassured me. Not that easy, when a beautiful, probably poz, Transwomen, slowly seduces you. She took another drag from the joint, but this time blew the smoke directly into my lungs. Her lips stayed on mine and we started kissing. We made out for what felt like an eternity. I touched her breasts and cock and before I knew it, I was kneeling in front of her on the couch and sucking her cock. In the beginning she let me set the pace but she took more and more the lead. In no time at all, my sensual blowjob turned into an increasingly aggressive face fucking. In several positions she tried to stick her big cock completely in my throat. When she finally made it and my gag reflex was broken, my whole face was covered in spit and other body fluids. Now she started to fuck me really intensely in my throat. Broken and horny I let it pass over me. I was about to collapse when she pulled me up and carried me into her bedroom. For better grip, I clasped her with both my legs. We kissed each other. She put me on the bed without a word and put a pillow under my ass. She knelt between me and put my legs on her shoulders. She looked deep into my eyes: "Ready for my poz-cock?" It was a rhetorical question. At that moment, I realized that I had no chance at all against her seduction skills and I wanted nothing else. "Please fuck me," I moaned out. She just smiled. We both knew she had broken me and I would soon become another bullet on her thigh.

I am a slut and at 61, I'm damn proud. No, my family doesn't know but my friends remind me everyday.

Every three months I get tested for my prep. About a year ago, a new guy is always at the lab to draw my blood. Just as kind of a joke when he popped the tourniquet off I raised my hand and pretended to cough. He gave me a rather quizzical look, but he said nothing. I did the same thing on my next check-up.then, the third time I did it, he grinned, reached into a drawer and produced a handful of rubber tourniquets, offering them to me. “Do you need a few extra?” He asked.

Absilutley

Fuk no. Best thing is to have a solid secret life. Allowed me to poz breed bb during 80s 90s without ending up in jail, and give me ample time to figure out undetec and prep. Just think of all these famous people, being prosecuted, 30, fukn 40 yrs later. Dont assume that pozzing, bugchasing is fine dinner conversation. IT AINT. Keep your slut sex life secret, it s more than fun, its a fukn superpower

Oh god no...my parents are both very conservative and religious so there's no way I could talk about it openly, much less come out. Some of my friends have no idea I'm such a slut, but there's a few who know that I'm sexually active and fuck around. Some love hearing what I'm up to and my latest exploits. Some of them share their exploits too and its a relief to know other guys are as slutty as I am. I've gotten to know some of the guys I hook up with and we chat about what we're doing and its cool as its non-judgmental. But even with them I hold back quite a bit as honestly I get pretty wild.

Two things really jumped out at me the first time I was a proper cumdump (10 loads). 1) The moment I felt the cum starting to overflow out of my hole. 2) The “wow” comments that followed from each top after that, and then each of them sloshing it about with their fingers and dicks, playing with it and loving it. I just smiled so much and told myself “Yeah, you’re a slut!” 🤤

I absolutely love when the top is all tweaked out. Love when they are super aggressive and fuck like there is no tomorrow..

yeah I get fucked by crackheads, meth heads and homeless men all the time. I love it. the homeless guys usually fuck me in parks, alleys, porntheatres and public restrooms.

I don’t remember the last time I knew the man that bred me.

Part 29 I was shaking so bad with excitement and raw sensual lust Ryan and Kevin had to steady me so I could finally get on the bed and sit on Jeremy's thighs. As if I was watching someone else I saw my hand reach forward and take Jeremy's bone-hard meaty cock in my grip. It was still wet and slick with my spit from being in my mouth just a few minutes before. I tightened my hold on it and slowly jacked his manhood up and down, bringing a low moan from between his lips. “Aw yeah, dad,” I heard Jeremy say. “Jack my cock for me. Your hand feels so good wrapped around my cock. Do you like jacking your son's cock dad?” I gripped his shaft harder as my answer and felt it surge in my hand. Leaning forward I wrapped my lips around the purple head and could taste his precum cover my tongue instantly. “So hot,” I heard Ryan whisper from somewhere nearby but wasn't sure where any of my three corrupters were at the moment. I was focused entirely on me and my son and his dick that I was gently nursing on. I couldn't wait. I needed this NOW. Scooting forward I raised up on my knees and squatted over Jeremy's sweaty taut waist, my hand holding his dick still as I held my quivering cheating ass just above it. At that moment I heard and felt Drew walk up next to me. I briefly turned my eyes to look at him and I could tell he was wanting this on some level as much as Jeremy and I were. He gave me a sex-filled grin and said, “Do it Daddy J. Slide your cheating married daddy ass down on your son's raw cock. Let him incest fuck you and give you his incest cum.” “Oh fuck yeah,” Jeremy groaned and with no more hesitation I lowered myself onto the hard thick cock that I had made nineteen years ago. “Awwww fucckkkk!” Jeremy cried out as his cock slid inside a hole for the first time in his life – totally unaware that it was his real father's asshole that was steadily engulfing every inch of his “innocent” young meat. “Hot damn, dad! Your ass is so tight! And so fucking wet!” Ryan laughed and said, “It's wet because he's got like three loads of cum in it just from today.” “Four” Kevin corrected immediately, winking at me. “I gave him number four right before you guys came in.” It was all I could do not to scream out loud as I was consumed by the total debauchery and sensuality of what was taking place. I don't know how I managed to keep quiet but somehow I did as I moved my ass downward until finally I felt Jeremy's pubes against my full hole. Jeremy was breathing rapidly as he felt the intense pleasure overtaking his body and mind. “Damn!” he breathed out. “You have four loads of cum in your ass dad? That's so hot!” From where he was standing beside the bed Drew spoke to Jeremy while once more looking at me. “It's even hotter that all four of those loads are poz. Seems your dad loves poz cum as much as you do man.” I could feel the moan ready to escape my lips loud and clear when Drew said that. But, just like at the park earlier today, I suddenly felt Kevin's strong hand cover my mouth, keeping my identity hidden from Jeremy for a little bit longer. Just then I felt Jeremy's hands grab my waist. I felt the muscles in his thighs tighten up and heard him say, “I wish I could give you more poz cum, dad, but I AM going to give you my incest cum! Are you ready for me to fuck you dad?” And not waiting for an answer, just as Drew had instructed him, my boy held me tight and raising me up slightly began thrusting his son-cock up into my eager and accepting dad-hole! Although he said he'd never fucked a hole before he seemed to know exactly what to do as he quickly worked up a steady in-and-out rhythm causing both of us to moan and grind against each other. Drew, Ryan and Kevin were all egging him on with lust-filled voices and a continual flow of filthy words. “Yeah, boy, that's right. Fuck your dad's hole. Ram that cock deep inside his hungry ass.” “Do it dude. Your dad's been craving your cock and cum! Give it to him!” “Fuck him, Jer. Don't stop until you blow your load in him. Your incest load deep inside his cheating daddy ass!” Being his first time fucking, and with all the chems in his system and all the verbal nastiness being spewed out by the three sexy hunks watching our dad/son coupling, it was no surprise when Jeremy said he wasn't going to last much longer. “Fucking breed him dude!” said Ryan. “Whitewash your dad's fucking guts!” A moment later that's exactly what Jeremy did. His grip on my hips tightened, he slammed his pelvis upward one more time and began erupting inside my sloppy satisfied dad-hole. I felt my flesh-and-blood son's engorged cock throb and spasm balls deep in my ass then felt spurt after spurt shooting from his piss slit into the depths of my ass. Oh gawd!, I thought to myself. I'm full of my own son's hot cum. His hot incest cum!! Fucking perfect. (to be continued)

Over the next few days I fell into a bit of a rhythm, getting tatted each morning, resting in the afternoon, and then taking toxic loads wherever and whenever Gus and Steve decided in the evenings. Sometimes locations and positions had to be changed to allow for minimal issues with my fresh ink, but what remained consistent is that while I was getting pounded I would only be wearing the jockstrap, the big new chain, and maybe some form of footwear. After a few days I was taken back to the piercing place to get the studs replaced with big chunky hoops, after which I was moved on to a salon to get my hair cut and shaved into a new style that just screamed "slut" when I finally saw the reflection. Eventually all the main ink work was done, and just in time too as I started to feel a bit rough. Guessing what was coming, Gus and Steve packed up what things I had at their place and drove me back to Aiden and Peter's apartment. I was welcomed back with big smiles and a lot of appreciation for my new look, before being ushered into bed. What followed I later learned was the 'fuck flu', and I felt about as bad as I had ever done. I was never entirely with it, but was occasionally aware of one or more of the guys being beside me and looking after me. I'm not even sure how many days it went on for, but finally the symptoms passed and I was able to get up and leave the bedroom. Aiden then took me to a clinic to get tested to confirm that I had now converted, before driving me back to Irwin's tattoo parlour to get the final part of the work done. That evening as I sat back at Peter and Aidan's place, trying not to fidget with the big biohazard sign adorning my right pec, they finally told me that I had been sick for so long that I had actually missed my flight home. They reassured me that they had sorted things for the time being with Home Affairs and that I hadn't gone AWOL somewhere in the country, but advised me to call my family and explain. It was then that I found myself wondering whether I really wanted to go back. Some of this was the fear of what might happen when everyone saw me, but by then I was also feeling like maybe I belonged in Sydney. I suspected Jurgen had been the one to buy me the big chain, and I sort of had an itching inside to explore that a bit more as I did really like the guy. I loved being somewhere so sunny, where I could wear a minimal amount and show off both my body and my new ink. I had grown really fond of Aiden and Peter, and actually felt a lot of warmth towards Gus and Steve. These guys all really knew me, accepted me for who I was, and had helped me to get there myself. Back home no-one did, and I suspected not one of my friends would understand or be able to get on board with it. I'd have to start over, in the grey drabness of Brexit Britain. After an evening of quietly contemplating all this, the next morning I spoke to Aiden about it. Being a lawyer, I thought he might know a bit more about whether it was even a possibility for me to stay if that's what I decided I wanted to do. It turns out they had been talking about whether to ask me if I would consider staying, and had even done the legwork on finding out how it might work. To cut a long story short, one filled with many conversations with my baffled family and a lot of red tape, I enrolled at the University of New South Wales after arranging a transfer of the place I had been offered at the University of Nottingham back in the UK. I stayed on in Australia under a student visa that allowed me to work, and got a job as a barista in a trendy coffee shop that seemed to appreciate having staff who were inked and pierced. I moved in with Jurgen, initially just taking a small box room he had for a notional rent, but in reality sleeping with him in his room each night as our relationship blossomed into something loving. He had indeed been the secret admirer who had bought me the chain, and over time he added to my collection with big chunky bracelets that I wore on each wrist. I tried to resist his spending on me, but in truth he earned an absolute fortune as a property developer while having few desires of his own other than what I could offer him in companionship. It was a bit of a sugar daddy relationship, but I eventually realised I loved him and certainly never took any of it for granted. I did make some friends at the university, particularly through an LGBTQ group, while also continuing to spend a lot of time with Peter and Aiden, Gus and Steve, and variously with all of their friends. Jurgen and I were not exclusive, and indeed he seemed to greatly enjoy watching other men fuck me, so there were regular parties that I would spend most of on my back or my hands and knees. I mostly stayed on meds, but occasionally would take a break from them when Gus and Steve had found another guy who wanted to be taken on a journey. Those were the only men for whom I would perform as a top, otherwise remaining a true cumdump bottom. After graduating I was able to arrange the necessary permits to stay in Australia and work, allowing me to really get into the world of coffee that I had found a bit of a passion for while working as a barista. I joined the team at a new start-up that eventually grew into a very successful roastery, and led on the opening of its first shop in Surry Hills a couple of years later. It didn't hurt that some of the delivery drivers I had hired happened to be guys I had recognised from various cruising spots I had been whored out in, giving me a regular supply of both coffee cups and toxic cum. About two years after I had graduated, I got an email from Jason, one of my old school friends back in London. I had largely lost contact with them all, other than through the sort of relationship you maintain on Facebook with people you don't really know anymore, so it was a bit of surprise when he reached out to me. He had joined his dad's business straight out of uni, was being sent to Sydney for six months to work on a project, and wanted to reconnect with me (I assumed so that he would have at least one person he knew in the city, not that he was modest enough to say so). I didn't reply immediately, as I hadn't actually got around to coming out to any of them, and assumed that my parents (who had visited during my third year at uni) wouldn't have said anything to them after they left the city in such a state of shame and disgust at who I had become. However, I eventually got back to him, let him know I would be happy to see him, that I was gay and in a relationship, and wasn't quite the person he once knew. He then took a few days to reply, but eventually did and still seemed to want to meet up. And so it was, a couple of weeks later he called me after he had arrived and got over the jet lag, keen to go out for a beer. I had pretty strong butterflies as I headed to the bar we had agreed to meet at, but felt a surge of self-confidence when I saw him do a clear double-take at his first sight of me as I walked towards his table. "Fucking hell James" he exclaimed as I got to the table. "What the fuck happened to you?" I smiled and winked as I sat down. "Told you I'd changed a bit" I said, clanking my big bracelets down on the table. "Fuck me" he replied, scanning my tatted arms, as well as the upper part of the biohazard that was visible thanks to my choice of a tight black low-cut tank top. "Your parents said you looked a bit different, but I had no fucking idea it was like this." I shrugged and picked up the bar menu that was on the table. "What else did they tell you?" I asked, not making eye contact. "Nothing" he replied, "they didn't seem to want to talk very much." "Figures" I muttered, recalling their faces when they too had first seen me. "And you're gay now" Jason said. "Yep" I replied, making and maintaining eye contact with him. "How did that happen?" he asked, before checking himself. "I mean, were you always or was it just..." "Just when I got spit-roasted on a beach?" I finished, causing him to flinch a little and look down, leading to a short uncomfortable silence. "You what?" he eventually asked, looking back up at me. "As I said" I replied, shrugging but not breaking eye contact. "The family gifted me a few nights at some posh resort up north, met a couple of guys there, ended up in bed with them, and the rest is history. Wasn't gay before, just maybe a bit curious, and now I'm all about the cock." I hadn't necessarily planned to be as direct and crass as I was being, maybe it was some sort of defence mechanism, but to be fair to Jason he was rolling with the punches. "You are, huh?" he said, smiling. "Never would have thought of you like that, but each to their own." We sat looking at each other for a few moments, before somehow moving past my revelations and lapsing into our old conversational style. Fortunately this was without some of the attempts to impress with macho bullshit that I had known Jason for in days gone by, and although he still came across as a bit cocky, it was familiar and comfortable and I ended up having quite a good evening with him. We talked about our families, lives now, our time at uni, what everyone else we mutually knew was up to, and so on. "So" he said, as we started to wind down towards the end of the night, "would it be OK if I met this sugar daddy boyfriend of yours." I must have been visibly a little startled that he was wanting to see more of this other life I now had. "I mean, I don't know anyone else here" he continued, "and I'd like to hang out with you again so I should probably get to know your other half." "Er, yeah, sure" I replied. "I mean, you could come over for dinner, or drinks, or something. There's fucking awesome views from our terrace." "That would be nice" he said. "Got to meet this guy who turned the school stud into someone who is "all about the cock."" He winked as he said that. "Well actually it wasn't..." I started, before stopping. "Never mind. OK, sure, I'll text you once I've spoken to him." We wrapped up shortly after, and I got up to head out. However, as I was walking away I briefly turned back to see Jason's gaze firmly fixed on me, with a wistful sort of expression on his face. I realised then that things could be about to take an interesting turn...

I went to Montreal for gay pride with a few friends. I was constantly horny with all those hot fucking men around, but was unable to act because I was sharing a hotel room with two of my friends. One morning I woke up at 6 a.m. feeling so horny. I decided to go out and cruise. I got dressed and packed poppers, cock ring and lube then took off. I passed a Sauna, which I understood to be a gay bathhouse. So I decided to try it out. Of course it was early morning so I didn't expect much. At least I could watch a porno tape and jack off. I got a room and walked around. There were a few people around and the staff was cleaning the place up from the night before so it was pretty much what I expected. I went to my room and lay on my stomach to show off my well-muscled ass and to send the clear message that I was looking for cock, especially to get fucked. I was so horny. Almost immediately, I looked up and saw a couple of guys looking into my room as they passed. They looked pretty hot. I hadn't seen them earlier. As they passed my room I was wondering if they were together or just cruising close together. Anyway they passed. A few minutes later they were back. One was tall around 6'2" with light hair and looked around 35. He had a smooth slender body and classic handsome face. The other was Puerto Rican, slender with tats and a belly button ring. I heard the tall guy whisper to the other, "Pretty hot ass." I watched as they both came into the room and closed the door. The PR guy immediately got between my legs and shoved his tongue into my ass. Then he began to eat. I fucking held my breath. The taller guy leaned over and whispered into my ear. "This is my pig, he's going to clean your hole out for me." Then he told the PR," That's it clean that hole out for me, get it slick, yeah that's it open him up." He looked at me and said that his "pig" would clean out my dirty hole with his mouth and get me ready to get fucked. At this point he got on the bed and my head was between his legs. He had a beautiful cock. Then the PR started to really open me up and eat my fuck hole out like a mad man. He was moaning. He loved eating man butt. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. The tall guy then told the PR to eat my balls and get them wet. As the PR swallowed my second ball into his mouth, the tall guy shoved his big cock into my mouth. I started blowing him really good. I was so turned on at this point that I took his cock all the way down and held my breath. I was frozen in ecstasy. I had a huge uncut cock in the back of my throat and my balls were being washed down a hot Puerto Rican's throat. "Come on stud, get back on that hole and fill him up with your slimy spit. I wanna see that hole drip clean with your fucking saliva." The PR got back on my hole and started pushing spit into my hole. It felt so fucking cool. The tall guy started telling me what was going to happen. He told me that my hole was going to be filled with drool and that he would fuck me deep and hard while his "pig" licked the juices that dripped from my hole while it was being fucked. This turned me on so much. At that point the tall guy put his finger into my hole along with the PR's tongue. The tall guy started fucking my throat relentlessly while he fingered me. Then he added another finger and pulled my hole open. He told me to relax so he could see inside my hole. "There you are stud," he said to the PR, "Now dribble spit into him. As another lunge from his cock hit the back of my throat, I could feel both of them dribbling saliva into me. The Puerto Rican was moaning and licking all around my pucker. The tall guy pulled his cock out of my mouth and I realized that I was covered in my own saliva from being face fucked so well. I didn't care. He had me get up on my knees with my ass off the edge of the bed. The Puerto Rican changed places and I started to suck his cock as he pushed it towards my face. I felt the tall guy's breath on my fuck-hole and then shove his tongue in. Hot fucking tongue. Both these boys had their tongue in my ass and I didn't know they existed 20 minutes earlier. Then the tall guy pulled my head back and asked me if I wanted some cock in my ass. I begged for it. He then gave me a hit of poppers and told the PR to guide his 8.5" uncut cock into my hole. I felt the big head sliding around my hole and felt my fuck hole dripping. Then he got the head in. I went back down on the cock in front of me and swallowed. More poppers and I was moaning. Slowly the tall guy shoved his cock into me until I felt his balls nudge my asshole. He took a hit of poppers and I knew it was coming, the fuck of my life. The Puerto Rican held my legs back while the tall guy fucked me with fervor, strength and a masculine pump that only comes when guys fuck. I was delirious. The tall guy told the Puerto Rican bud to come around and suck his balls while he fucked. So he did. It was so fucking hot feeling him position himself between our legs. I could feel him lap the tall guy’s balls and eventually he ran his tongue from his balls to my asshole. He licked like he was trying to slide his tongue in next to the tall guys cock. He was licking all around to get the ass juice as it dripped from the tall guys cock. The tall guy pulled his cock out and shoved it into the Puerto Ricans mouth without missing a beat. He continued talking nasty to him, "Lick that ass juice off my cock, dude, Tell me you like the way it tastes." All the Puerto Rican guy could do was slurp and lick. I realized I had several fingers in my ass then felt the tall guy's cock slam back into me. I was so glad we were fucking again. But he pulled out almost as fast and flipped me onto my back. The Puerto Rican immediately dove onto my cock as my legs were lifted and bam! More cock in my ass. "Fuck me!, Yeah fuck me stud. Shove that cock into me and fuck me hard." I got the ass pounding of my life. He just kept fucking me, pulling out and shoving it back in. I lost it and blew my load. The Puerto Rican took my load in his mouth and started making out with the tall guy. I could see my cum dripping in between their lips- they were clearly getting off on sharing. The tall guy kept fucking me, hard. They were moaning together then I felt him pump and shoot 3 large spurts and 2 smaller ones into me. I clinched my ass tight to milk him as much as possible. The warmth sliding around inside me was amazing. He just held his cock in me as it pulsed. The Puerto Rican got down between our legs again and licked around the tall guys cock as he slowly came down from his orgasm. When his cock plopped out noisily and the Puerto Rican was all over it licking it clean; eating it and savoring every drop of it. Then he was all over my ass and licking and eating my hole out while the tall guy encouraged him. I could feel and hear him moaning into my hole to encourage me to push it out to him. When he was done he and his boyfriend smiled and told me it was hot. I was spent. They wrapped their towels, grabbed their poppers, each kissed me again and they left. I realized I had just had one of the hottest fuck sessions of my life.

Many many bottoms want to take loads but not become poz.

My parents knew when I moved from Nebraska to NYC it was for school and knew I would be sexually active. When I became Poz I told them.

I’m not quite a slut, but I have told my best friend that I don’t play safe, and not on PREP, and I really want to take poz loads. He said that if that’s what I want, “go for it.” He’s straight.

[think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/24319/cum-the-best-lube/ Sticking with the theme "cum is the best lube" this video hits so many marks, 11:34 minutes of beautiful fucking and breeding. I would spread open my legs for this top in a heart beat. He's a master top who has his bottom cum first so as to skillfully use his cum as lube. This allows the bottom to be completely drained and focus all his energy on pleasing the top with his hole.

Hahaha no, wouldn't want them to know I'm a chem taking bottom fist slut

I have no living family, though both my bisexual father and sister were both really slutty. My friends all know that I'm a huge slut.

I've topped and bottomed both for homeless, crackheads, and meth whores. There used to be a certain bar in DC that had a certain stall in their big men's room that was crack central. It was always fun to hang out around that stall and wait for the code phrase: "Buy me a drink." A few minutes later I'd be in a stall, adding another load to his slick wet hole.

Sorry, I have no idea what transcribed in those first lines!

I’m an Eagle Scout, also … and a party pig!

No need to eat frozen when I provide FreshDirect right here. ☑️

It feels awesome and honestly I can't get enough loads in my ass. I was at a spa this past Sunday and got multiple loads from guys...eight loads from six guys and bred three guys too. Sometimes I just wanna get bred and will go out to the trail near me and hookup with random guys or go the ABS near me and just let it rip.

I am seldom envious, but Jeezus F. Crisco, talk about luck....

No, and it is none of their damned business.

In this group, there are lots on pigs into BBC. And any BBC in this group is going to be happy to have their dick worshiped.

I'll never enter that bathroom again and not think of you getting a piece of ass!

Totally anon, like a dark room and I can't see a guy at all, no...that ain't me. But at a spa, ABS, or sex club where I can see them, but don't know their name or anything about them, FUCK YEAH! I was just at Spa Castle in Dallas Sunday as its been pretty good with young guys looking and took a few loads in the sauna, then in the big hot tub, and went off to the stalls in the bathroom for others. Pumped my seed in a few guys anon too. It's all dump and go, you can talk to guys if you want and talked to a couple and it was cool. Nobody wrapped to fuck, just went raw, no questions, was hot as fuck.

Yes that is a great idea. I test myself with a large dildo after a cleaning to see if there is a possible mess. When clean after thrusting in me a few times i can relax and take as many cocks any size without the worry.. And a plus my hole is stretched for fun!

it honestly makes me feel like I am fulfilling my purpose. as a cumdumpster I know I was born to take loads from as many males as possible. when I’m laying there taking load after load from anonymous stranger after stranger, I know I am being used for my purpose. I love feeling the cum drool out of me between breeders after each guy blows in me then pulls out, leaving my pussy gaped wide open.

ya i do this every time i go to LA i love it

I am loose enough to pleasure guys like him. I have a bud in Palm Springs who has been siliconed and sports a 10.5 x 9 penis. He has fucked me to the hilt in front of others several times. I live to pleasure guys like him most people can't even begin to accommodate.

That's fucking hot. I used to let tweakers and crackheads fuck me all the time. Sometimes three or four at a time.

I was in scouts until the troop I was in turned into a drug ring.

I slept for hours, finally being woken by the amount of light in the bedroom. I soon needed an urgent piss, and as I got up, donned the now rather used leather jockstrap I had left on the floor, and headed for the bedroom door I noticed a real ache in my rear end. Those guys the previous night had really done a number on me. While I urinated, some of the things Gus and Steve said to me the night before went back through my head and I felt a significant churn in my stomach at the prospect of what might await me. If anything I was more nervous about this next stage than I had been about getting pozzed, presumably because they clearly intended to change how I looked and that wasn't going to be something I could just hide from friends and family back home. I stood at the toilet for a while after my flow had finished, before drawing a couple of deep breaths, washing my hands and then heading downstairs. I was only wearing the jockstrap, but assumed there would be no issue with that. Gus and Steve were in the kitchen drinking coffee, and both looked up at me and smiled as I came in. "Morning" said Gus. "You sleep well boy?" "Hi" I replied. "Yes sir." "Good lad" said Steve. "Ready for the day?" asked Gus, giving me a sly smile. "I don't know" I replied. "What will you be...be doing to me Sir?" I continued. "Nothing you don't want" said Steve, giving me a more gentle look than Gus was. "We'll be taking you to a few places, giving you a few options, and then you can decide for yourself." I nodded and looked down at the floor. "What sort of places?" I asked. "Just wait and see" said Gus. "Now" said Steve, getting up and heading across the room, "you can't go out like that, so Aid has dropped these over for you." He handed me a cloth bag, which when I looked inside appeared to have some of my clothes. "He also left this for you" said Steve, turning round and picking up a box off the counter that he also then handed to me. I opened it up to reveal another smaller, flatter box inside, which seemed pretty fancy and heavy. I opened it up, to be confronted with the largest silver chain I had ever laid eyes on. "Wh..." I mumbled, looking up at the two of them. "Don't ask us" said Steve. "He told us it was a gift for you from an admirer." I plonked the box down and lifted the chain out, only then realising just how heavy it was. At least an inch wide, it had to weigh a kilo or more. "Well" said Gus, "you better put it on." I hesitated, and then undid the boxy clasp and put it around my neck and re-secured it. It felt so heavy, but also so good. "Sexy stuff" said Steve, winking at me. "Someone must really have a thing for you." I turned towards the oven to get a bit of a glimpse of my reflection in the glass, and loved what I saw. I had never worn any jewellery, nor even thought about doing so, but I was immediately taken with how this beast of a chain looked on me. Gus had begun rummaging through both boxes the gift had been in, but then turned towards me and shrugged. "No card, no nothing" he said. "But someone you've put out for must really have wanted to see you in this." I stood gazing at my reflection for a bit longer, before I felt a sharp slap on my exposed buttcheeks. "Enough of the self-loving" said Steve as he bounced away from me. "Get some proper clothes on over that jockstrap, then have something to eat. The coffee's hot." About an hour later I had eaten, and was dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a tight black tank top, whilst the new chain was on full display. We then headed out in their car again, driving a little while to a set of shops on a quiet road in some part of the city I didn't recognise. I still didn't have my mobile phone, so remained in the dark once more about where on earth in Sydney I was, something I was getting used to as I largely just did what the guys told me to. After parking the car we wandered up to a tattoo parlour, which hadn't yet opened so we paused on the pavement outside to have a cigarette. In time the owner appeared on the other side of the door to turn over the Open sign, and then we went in. "G'day Gus, Steve" said the owner, a big bear of a man wearing a muir cap. "What can I do for you today?" "This is the friend we called you about the other day" replied Gus. "He's here to see what you're proposing." "Ah, I thought so" replied the owner, looking me up and down. "Got yourself a bit of a stud this time. Well, let's get to it then." This time, I thought, as we headed through a curtain into a back room. Clearly I wasn't the first to be going on this journey. The owner walked over to an island desk, and pulled out a portfolio from a shelf below it. He opened it up at a certain page, and then turned it around towards me. I slowly walked over to see a series of sketches on a generic man's body of an array of tattoo art, including some designs on the upper arms and lower legs. However, what really caught my attention were the sketches from the front and back, the former showing a large biohazard design on one of the pecs, whilst the back one had a scorpion design below the neck and then fairly large letters on the upper buttocks spelling out CUM DUMP. My eyes must have widened significantly, as both Gus and Steve started laughing. "What do you think, boy?" chuckled Gus. "I..." I mumbled, unable to really form words. Was this really what they wanted to put on me? Could I say no? Did I even want to say no? Why was my dick getting hard? "You don't have to say yes or no now" said Steve. "What Irwin here is going to do is draw on some of this with a marker so you can see how you feel about it for a few days. Then, if you want it, you can get his brother in London to actually ink it in when you get home." I stood there staring at the images, before a wave of calm mixed with euphoria rushed over me. "No" I said. "No?" asked Gus. "No marker" I said quietly. "I want the needle." I'm not sure where this was coming from, but I also knew I was sure about it. Maybe it was a rash decision, but as I stood there looking at the sketches of some generic man, I somehow realised who I was and what I needed to be. I *was* a cumdump. I *was* probably well on my way to being poz. Why not just be that man? "Are you sure?" asked Steve, who looked a little ruffled as I turned to face him. "You don't have to." "No, I want to" I said, then turning to the man whose name I now knew was Irwin. "When can we start?" "Blimey boy, you don't beat around the bush do you?" he replied. "Well, I've got no bookings this morning so we can start right now. But it will take a few sittings to get it all done." "Fine" I said, maintaining eye contact with him. "Let's start on my arse and then work through the rest from there." My sudden and unexpected determination was clearly not something any of them had been prepared for, but things soon moved on and Irwin got me prepped to begin. Gus and Steve hung around for a bit, but decided to head on out to pick up some of the other things they had initially planned just to show me, given I was clearly up for a big change. Getting tattooed hurt, there's no denying it, but I barely flinched or uttered a noise as Irwin began to transform my smooth, tanned, unadulterated skin. By the end of a marathon session he had adorned my behind with its permanent advert to other men, the outline of the scorpion on my upper back was mostly done, and he'd even made a start on my arms. The biohazard would come when I had truly converted. Gus and Steve picked me up later on, and took me to another place in some other suburb. There, while working around my need to not sit down on the new letters stamped on my behind, my ears were pierced and big silver studs put in them, and my nipples got the same treatment. It all hurt like fuckery, but I seemed not to care. From there we went home, and I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in various positions trying to get comfortable, smoking to deal with my restlessness, and eventually riding their cocks and taking their viral loads in a bid to feel something more pleasurable. By the time I went to bed my head was somehow both numb and super busy. In the space of a couple of days I had gone from being a hot young guy with any future he wanted ahead of him to someone who was permanently marked as a poz cumdump slut both on the outside and, probably soon, the inside as well. How would anyone at home ever understand? Would I even be able to resume any degree of normal life? Would I be rejected by everyone I knew and loved? These thoughts, and the pain in various parts of my body, plagued me for hours until sleep took me and I passed out.

It had been some hours since I was delivered to this place by Peter and Aidan, and I was starting to show signs of wear and tear. I had stopped counting loads at twenty, and that was quite a long time ago. When I had first walked in the room, I was set upon by a group of men of all shapes and sizes who swarmed around me and began groping and rubbing me all over. One had eventually encouraged me to bend over a little, before a whole succession of them took turns rimming and fingering me. Eventually I started to be given several huffs of poppers that got my head swimming, before I was suddenly pulled up, pushed towards a rig in the corner, turned around and lifted off my feet and into a sling. Before I really knew what was happening my ankles were raised and pushed through some leather hoops, and then my wrists had been lifted and secured to the chains using the cuffs I was wearing. The rimming had continued for some time after that, but eventually moved on to a lot more fingering. I repeatedly felt them nicking my insides with their nails while they were doing this, causing me to wince and yell out until a big chubby bear turned my head to the side and stuck his girthy cock down my throat to silence me. He didn’t pull it out until the first of the cocks had been pushed up inside me and the fucking had begun. Every single man in the room had fucked and bred me while I was in the sling, ordering me to take their “toxic loads”, “hot loads” and “personal strains”. I was strangely numb during all of this, just looking up at each of them as they pounded me hard. All of them had tattoos of some description, including biohazard symbols, scorpions, skulls and crossbones, and one of them with a giant cobra winding down his torso to the snake’s flared, open mouth above his groin. I concluded these were all markings to indicate their status as aggressive poz fuckers. Once I had been bred in the sling by everyone, I was allowed a bit of respite and fresh air in a small courtyard out the back. I chose to stand to get the blood back into my arms and legs, which invited several men to come up behind me and push their cocks into my sloppy rear end. At some point a cigarette was pushed between my lips, and I happily stood there and smoked a couple while being gently fucked. I had enjoyed smoking a bit as a teenager, and as I stood in this place knowingly having a deadly virus repeatedly pumped into my backside, my previous health concerns about puffing on cigarettes seemed to fade. In due course I was then taken back inside, pushed onto a padded bench, strapped down and a blindfold put on me. A pair of headphones was then put over my ears, blocking out almost all sound and pushing me into a state of sensory deprivation. From then on all I could feel was the hard pounding I was taking up the arse, as well as the taste and stretching of the occasional cock pushed into my mouth and down my throat. Based on the tang of blood and cum on some of them, I guessed they were fresh from breeding me. This is how my night continued. Time seemed to lose all meaning, so I never knew how long I had been in each position before I was released, taken back outside and allowed to drink some water and smoke a few more cigarettes. However, the final time I was escorted outside (after having been on my knees on a mat taking a succession of double-fuckings) dawn had broken. There were considerably fewer men present by then, and my final stint indoors was a more sedentary affair as I got on all fours and took a few low-energy spitroastings. Once it was all over, I was hauled to my feet by a couple of hairy, slightly chubby guys in leather while everyone else remaining headed out and left. The two guys had surprisingly gentle expressions on their faces, and took the time to check how I was. They then escorted me through a side door to a filthy bathroom where I was able to take a quick shower while still dressed in all the the leather gear, and then once they dried me off with a raggedy towel they led me out of the building to a white van. I was put in the back, which was fitted out with a dirty mattress, and then they climbed in the front and set off. As there were no windows in the back I just lay on the mattress, braced myself against the sides and closed my eyes, passing out into a deep sleep almost immediately. I therefore had no idea how long we had been driving when I was awoken by one of the guys opening up the back door to allow the fluorescent light of a garage to pour in. I climbed out and then followed them into a house attached to the garage, which I was surprised to find was just an ordinary dwelling. “Here you go” said one of the guys, “welcome to the Moulin Spooge.” “The Moulin Spooge?” I croaked. “Just a fun little name we have for our home” replied the other. “Now, let’s get you to bed so you have some energy for this evening.” “This evening?” I asked. “Round two” he replied. I sighed, too tired to even ask any more. I allowed them to lead me into a bedroom, where I collapsed onto the bed face first. I felt my legs being lifted and my boots removed, before sleep took me over and I passed out, not knowing what the evening would bring but knowing I would take it all.