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AIDS. Sick joke, right? Kind of along the lines of the classic “What did the boy with no arms or legs get for Christmas? Cancer.” Only I’m not joking (although I wish I was). And yeah, I’m the “naughty boy” in this cautionary tale. It all started off innocently enough. Me and my friends were hanging at the mall after school- we used to do that a lot. Not much else to do in our town when you’re seniors in high school, just waiting to escape into the “real world”. And it was less than a month til Christmas. All the extracurricular shit was winding down for the holidays, so we had extra free time in the evenings. No play rehearsals. No band practice. So yeah, we cruised the mall. On this particular Wednesday, I was hanging with Matty, MJ (short for Margaret Jean), and Brittany (aka Brit-Brit). We were doing our normal shit- trying on crap clothes and modeling for each other. Drooling over Apple store products. Having DQ. And people watching. I don’t remember who had the idea (not me) but someone said “Hey, let’s go visit Santa!” I thought we were a bit old for this crap, but everyone thought it would be funny. Revert to being kids again and tell him what we wanted for Christmas. Shit like that. I wasn’t really game, but I went along with them because hey. They’re my best friends after all. Anyway, it’s midweek and before 5 pm, so the Mall is fairly dead and there’s almost no line for Santa. Great, I think. We’re really doing this. I hang back and let them all go first. I figure I might be able to bow out once they all have a turn. Before I go any further, I feel like I should kinda set the stage a bit more. So the town we live in isn’t big. It’s big enough for a mall, a factory, a prison, two grocery stores, a Walmart and one high school, but that’s about it. Our town is, how should I put this… a shithole. It’s pretty run down and tragic. Not like Stonebrook, where all the fancy folk live. No, we’re definitely the “other” kind of town. The kind of town people don’t visit unless you have to. Like where the whole place is on the wrong side of the tracks. Anyway, as you can probably imagine, the mall is also pretty run down. It’s dying a slow, horrible death- kinda like most malls these days. Lots of vacant stores. Macy’s is the biggest thing we got. And Kohls. But that’s about it. I’m pretty sure you can picture what it’s like. Tis the season, so the place is decorated for Christmas (albeit poorly), and in the center atrium is where the big, phony tree is located. Along with the phony Santa, and the phony elves (actually elf, singular), and phony Gingerbread house and reindeer. The tree, the house, and the decorations have definitely seen better days, and there are burnt out lights on the tree and crap. It’s a real fucking Christmas wonderland, I tell ya. We get there and there’s no line to speak of. There’s one kid with his mom and they are finishing up, and that’s it. And I can pretty much see why. Now that we’re closer, the whole “Santa Village” looks more like “Santa’s Trailer Park”. It’s pretty sad, and more than a bit sketch. And the Santa? Definitely as sketch as they come. Kind of a greyish beard, and it looks like his suit hasn’t been cleaned since the chimneys from last year. We’re talking serious homeless vibes. Total cringe. Undeterred and buoyed by her goofy, giggly spirit, Brit-Brit goes first as we all hang back. Matty and MJ are laughing and waving and enjoying it all. Taking snaps with their phone cameras. And I’m just watching dirty Santa probably getting his holly jollies from having a cute teen girl wiggle on his lap. I mean, let’s be honest. If you’re an old dude working as a Santa midweek at a rundown mall- you’ve got to be some kind of [banned word]… amiright? Anyway, after whispering what she wants to Santa and having a grand ol time, Brit-Brit hops off his lap and comes back to our pack. Full of good cheer, Brit and MJ push Matty up there next. He trots up plops down on Santa’s lap- hamming it up for us. Because it’s Matt, our leading man. He’s 6 feet of big grins and affable charm. Naturally he goes for the “aw shucks” schtick, miming asking for a football for Christmas. What a goofball- which is why I’m secretly in love with him. I’m still hanging back and MJ goes next. She’s all business as she marches up and takes her turn. It looks like she’s really getting serious, pleading her case with Santa and trying to wheedle her way onto the nice list (cuz we all know she’s permanently on the naughty list). Just ask her parents. Soon MJ is done and back and they all turn to me, expectantly. “Naw guys, I don’t think I’m down. Not really my speed,” I say with a shrug. This was met with a cacophony from the others. They would have NONE of this. I had to do it. It was fun! They wanted pictures. And above all they wanted to see me, the shy one, on Santa’s lap. I was told it was a moral imperative and that I was NOT getting out of doing it, even if they had to drag me up there. At this point, I knew it was better to just get it over with than fight it. I probably could have just walked away toward the food court, but I knew they’d be disappointed. I was already the “fourth one” in the group, and I wanted them to keep inviting me along places… if for no other reason than to be close to Matty. So I relented- but not without making a big show of giving in. Sighing. Eye rolls. The works. So I started my slow, reluctant walk up to Santa. The closer I got, the more oddly nervous I became. Like, there was something making my tummy clench a bit. I think it had something to do with the way Santa was looking at me—like I was the last rib at the Golden Corral buffet. Yeah, dirty Santa was definitely giving me the eye. I watched his gaze scan down my body lecherously and come to rest at my groin in my grey sweatpants. I was suddenly quite self-conscious about what I was wearing. The last few steps to him were agonizingly slow, and I was seriously debating about turning around. But that nervous excitement in my gut couldn’t be denied. I turned around to sit on his knee, but suddenly I felt his hands firmly at my hips. As I was sitting, he pulled me back and fully into his lap, all while doing his best jovial HO HO HO! My friends were all laughing and eating it up. I felt my face flush a bit with embarrassment- not just because of this whole Santa scene, but also because when I sat down, I could most definitely feel Santa’s package pressed against my asscrack. Fucking [banned word]. All of them I tell ya. And something was telling me this Santa was a gay [banned word]. “Ho Ho HO young man! And what is YOUR name?” Skeezy Santa asked . Up close, his makeup was terrible. Definitely theater makeup applied with a heavy hand, all caked and cracked. Over the phony rosy cheeks and highlighted by heavy eyeliner, his dark eyes twinkled. “Ummm, it’s Kyle,” I managed to reply. “Oh yes. Kyyyyyle. I remember you,” he nodded theatrically. “You do?” I asked naively. “Of COURSE! From my lists!” he laughed. “So. Have you been a good boy this year… or a bad boy?” He asked somewhat conspiratorily. “Um, shouldn’t you already know? Because lists,” I say sarcastically. (In case you couldn’t tell, I’m the sarcastic one in our group). That’s when Santa looks at me and for a second it’s like he’s looking into my soul. “Oh, I know exactly what you’ve been up to- I just enjoy hearing handsome lads plead their cases.” I gulp and am suddenly quite uncomfortable with all of this while my stomach continues doing backflips. “I, ah, I guess I’ve been pretty good this year. I’m getting good grades. Helping mom at home. Staying out of trouble. Stuff like that.” “So you have… so you have,” he says nodding again. And then he leans in closer and whispers “And yet you’ve also been a bit… naughty… haven’t you Kyle?” I catch the smell of cigarettes and a faint whiff of alcohol. He shifts a bit underneath me, and I can feel him stiffening inside his red velvet pants. From what I can tell, Santa’s proverbial stocking is definitely hung. Feeling his massive member pressing against my ass makes me shiver, and I feel a bit like I’m going to hurl. The simultaneous feelings of revulsion and titilation really mess me up. “I don’t know… what… what you’re implying…” I stammer. “Oh, I think you do,” he whispers even more quietly, punctuating it with a flex of his cock. “You’ve been more than a bit naughty this year—with some school chums, I’d wager Perhaps even your friend Matt?” I feel my face go hot with shame and embarrassment. He couldn’t possibly know my secret. That I liked guys. And worse- that I’ve had sex with a handful of guys from school. Sure it was mostly just blowjobs, but not always. And since this past summer, I’d been getting fucked about every other day by Jimmy Pulaski from the swim team. That was totally our secret to the grave! I could feel Santa’s eyes boring hungrily into me. “Oh Kyle,” he chided. “You know the song. I see you when you’re sleeping. I know when you’re awake. I know if you’ve been bad… watching gay porn on your phone and jacking off at night. Sucking off boys at sleep overs. Fantasizing about getting fucked by your cute friend Matt.” “I’m not familiar with those particular lyrics,” I manage to squeak out. This makes him laugh, like for real-real. “I know EXACTLY what kind of boy you are, Kyle. I can spot your kind a mile away,” he whispers with a grin. “And I’m pretty sure you can feel what kind of Santa I am.” Again, he grinds his now wickedly hard cock into my ass as he makes a show of adjusting me on his lap. And again I’m mortified- and aroused. Santa lets out a good round of Ho-ho-hos and I steal a glance at my friends. They are loving seeing me so uncomfortable. If only they knew why. “Oh Kyle. You have definitely been the highlight of my day! So here’s what Santa can do for you for Christmas. If you consider yourself a nice boy, then by all means, go back to your friends. Have fun here at the mall. Then go on home to your mom like a good lad, and I’ll make sure you get a little something under the tree this year.” Then he lowered his voice and the phony Santa schtick disappeared. “But if ya feel like being naughty? Well. I have a special BIG gift for you. And if you want that special gift- meet me here at 8 when my Santa’s village closes tonight.” He then mugged for the camera, and his Elf helper took our picture with a knowing smirk. I looked at the proof, but declined to purchase it. In it Santa looked like a sleazy Walt Whitman, and I looked like a deer caught in headlights. I rejoined my friends and we were off in a cloud of laughter. Matty and MJ were chatting loudly about how skeevy the Santa was, like it was all some big joke. Brit was just telling them to leave the old guy alone and that he probably really needed the job. And I was quiet- trying not to feel the ghost imprint of his cock against my ass. My friends and I hung around the mall for a couple more hours—hitting the food court for Sbarro and Egg Rolls, and generally bumming around and shooting the shit. I tried my best to be present and join in the conversations, but Santa’s words were rattling around my head. Of course I was a nice boy. I was just gonna head home tonight… right? So why was I even thinking about the way his big cock felt as I sat on his lap. And my was my stomach still all fluttery while I was thinking about it. 7:30 rolled around and we all decided it was time to beat it for home. We headed for the exit, and just as I was leaving I startled myself by saying, “Oh shit. I just remembered! I was gonna pick up something for mom for Christmas while I was here. You guys go on- I’ll catch you tomorrow at school.” We said our goodbyes , and suddenly I was alone. I was alone at the Mall. Where a sketch as fuck, hung Santa propositioned me. And I was actually entertaining the idea. What. The literal FUCK. Was I doing? The next 30 minutes were agony. I paced the mall, debating with myself. I should just go home. But I was curious. I wouldn’t have to do anything. I could maybe just ask him how he know about me? Was I obvious? No, I should just go home now. Forget this weird Santa business. But maybe I could just… see his dick? Not like actually touch it or anything because gross. But it felt massive. Like waaaay bigger than Jimmy’s. Or even Tony Scarpucci’s, which gagged the hell out of me that one time when he got drunk at homecoming. Why the fuck was I even entertaining this? He’s a pervy old fuck! I should just… And then it was 8:02 pm. And I found myself standing outside Santa’s sketchy village. The sign was flipped to closed, and the lights were off at the Gingerbread house. The elf guy was already out of costume and was helping to tidy things up. Santa looked up and saw me standing there and smiled. “I was wondering if you’d show up, kiddo,” he said. I just stood there and looked at my feet. “I can handle the rest, Eric. You can go on home. Now,” Santa said pointedly to Eric. Eric looked from Santa to me and smirked again. “Is Santa doing some special gift-giving tonight?” Eric asked breezily. Santa lay a finger on the side of his nose and winked. And with that, Eric said a cheery “have fun… and good luck, dude!” and left us alone. Santa turned to me. “So Kyle. I need to get out of this makeup and stuff. Come on into the house here and keep me company?” And he headed for the Gingerbread house door. “I thought this was just some phony prop,” I said. “It is,” he replied. “But it’s also our break room/dressing room. It’s small, but it works. And best of all, it’s private.” And with that I followed him inside. He locked the door behind us. Inside was definitely small. There was a rack for costumes, three vinyl chairs, and a small table/mirror setup with those round globe makeup lights. Scattered about the table was makeup, tissues, an ashtray and other detritus. It smelled like cigarettes and B.O. And … something else I couldn’t identify. “Cozy,” I quipped. He laughed. “Take a seat, kiddo.” Santa reached into a bag on the floor and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. He unscrewed the top and took a healthy swig. He looked over at me and said, “Want a pull? Might help you relax some.” I shook my head. He just shrugged, set the bottle on the makeup table, and started to disrobe. “Oh! Um…” I kind of stammered. “Oh don’t worry. I just gotta get out of the jacket and hat and stuff.” He first took off the hat and wig and placed them on a stand. Then he took off the dirty jacket and the pads that were underneath to make him appear chubby. This Santa was actually quite thin underneath the padding and baggy clothing. He was nearly emaciated looking, but with a slight paunch. I was reminded of the Christmas Claymation special where Mrs. Claus says “Nobody likes a skinny Santa.” I kinda did. Soon Santa was standing in front of me, still in his red velvet pants, but also in a dirty wife beater. He had skinny, bony arms and on his shoulder was an odd tattoo—three interlocking semicircles. He still had the beard —I assumed it was spirit gummed in place. Without the hat, Santa was mostly bald, but with a rim of close cropped silver hair. I just stared up at him. “The illusion shattered, huh kid?” He said with a smile. “And by the way… my name is Carl.” Then he sat at the makeup mirror so he could start removing his makeup. He was old school—Vaseline and paper towels. I watched as he got to work. Our eyes met in the mirror. “So. You came back. Why?” He asked. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I guess I was just… curious?” “Curious about…?” he led. “Oh, I guess curious about how you knew I was… that I …” I trailed off. “That you were a horny little cocksucker?” He offered. “WHAT?” I shot back. “Kid, relax. It’s not like you scream “faggot” when I look at you. But we gays? We just know, ya know? Or at least I had a hunch. And you are cute as fuck, so I pushed it. Plus it was a dead night and I figured why the hell not? I might get lucky. And after your initial reactions to sitting in my lap and my… stiffness… I knew you weren’t about to blab to anyone.” “But… but how did you know about me… doing stuff… with guys?” Carl laughed at that. “Boy, you may not think it when you look at me, but I was a young faggot once too. I know what I was doing back I when I was your age. Besides, I could see the way you were looking at your friend Matt. I’ve had that same look on my face before.” My face flushed again with that. Suddenly he spun in his chair to face me. “So—while this is nice and all, let’s get down to brass tacks. Did you also come back tonight because you liked what you felt pressed up against that pretty little ass of yours?” Carl stated matter-of-factly. “Oh… um… I…” was about all I could get out. “So, that’s a yes. Yeah, all you boys seem to get turned on by big cock. Bet you’re hoping to see it too. Maybe just to see how big I really am?” he leered. I just looked away, and then nodded. “So, why don’t you help ol Saint Dick along a bit and tell me what all you’ve done with your buddy Matt?” he says as his hand drops to his lap. “I have NEVER done anything with Matt!” I say, flustered. “Well, you ain’t innocent. I can tell you’ve got some miles on ya. So tell me. Who’s fucking that tight little bubble butt of yours? Give an old horny Santa some details!” And here I was. Sitting in the broken down Gingerbread house in the middle of the dead mall with a sketchy old [banned word] Santa, and he was asking about my sex life. And I was honestly thinking about doing it. After all, I was here— and I’ve never told a soul about any of my escapades. I kinda liked the idea of speaking my truth out loud, you know? Boy, If you’d have told me this is where my day would have ended up, I’d have told you that you were smoking crack. So I took a deep breath and started to tell him about Jimmy. “The, um, most stuff I’ve done is with a guy in my class named Jimmy Pulaski. He’s on the swim team and one of the school jocks. I met him at this one girl’s birthday party over the summer. We were both drinking a little and he followed me into the bathroom because we both had to go. We both peed at the same time, and before I knew it we were making out. And then I was blowing him right there in the bathroom. It didn’t take long. Then about a week later he sees me at school and asks what I’m doing after. I tell him not much, and he invites me over because his parents don’t get home until 6. And we end up messing around again—me blowing him. Then it becomes this regular thing. And soon we go from blowjobs to him fucking me. The first time was in his bedroom after school. Mostly it’s in his bedroom, and it’s always him fucking me. He doesn’t blow me or jack me or anything- we just fuck. I mean, it’s fun I guess. I like it. Sometimes I even cum while he’s fucking me…” I’m lost in the remembrance for a moment, and then I snap out of it. My eyes dart down and I see Carl stroking himself through the red suit pants. He looks like he’s at full mast. “Ah, young lust. I remember those days well. When the straight boys just sort of fucked because it was convenient and fun. So, how’s that polack dick? Any good?” Carl inquires. “Um…yeah. It’s pretty decent. Thick. He’s uncut. Probably about 7 inches I guess? It feels good.” “No condom I’m guessing,” he says. It’s not really a question. I shake my head no. He cum in you?” “Yes,” I say quietly. “And you like that, don’t you?” Carl leers and licks his lips. “Yes,” I say again even more quietly. “And that’s what makes you a naughty boy. And I think it’s why you came back tonight.” I don’t respond, but the butterflies in my stomach are basically beating out a morse code of YESYESYES. Carl stands up slowly and his crotch is right in front of me. The red santa suit pants tent out obscenely in front of him. I sit there, frozen. “Go on, boy. You know you want to. Just unzip the pants and haul it out. It won’t hurt you… yet.” I hesitate, and he flexes it inside the pants. I can see a wet spot starting to seep through the velvet, darkening the fabric to the color of blood. I reach out slowly and brush his hardness through the pants. His dick jumps as he sucks in a sharp breath. “I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this,” I think. “But just a look. Just to see how big…”. And then my fingers find the fly and slowly pull down the zipper. I reach in and feel the heat pulsing from his groin. I have to fish around a bit to get him through the opening, but then there it is. This massive, ruddy, rock hard prong jutting out proudly from the santa pants. It’s hard to tell exactly how big he is, but it’s definitely the biggest dick I’ve seen. It’s of porn proportions. I grip the base of it just to feel it, and my fingers don’t touch around his girth. “Holy shit,” I manage. “I get that a lot,” he chuckles. He then reached down to also tug out his balls. He has the proverbial “old man balls” going on, but they’re equally as epic as his cock. His balls are BIG. And they HANG. They literally hang to the middle of his thighs. “Holy SHIT,” I say again. “In my youth, I spent time doing the ball stretching thing. And now gravity has taken over, especially when they’re full like they are now. After all, I had cute twink edge me up all day.” He looks down at me and winks. “They really get swinging when I’m fucking, too. They’ll swing and slap your nuts and dick.” I don’t know quite what to say to that. “Ok Kyle. Time to show me what that mouth can do. Suck me like you suck Jimmy,” he commands. “Um, I’m not sure…” I start. “Yes you are. You want it. That’s why you came here tonight. You want it all. You wanna taste it. And Once you get a taste, I bet you’re gonna want me to fuck you.” “Oh, I don’t think I could ever take THAT. It would rip me open!” I say. “You’d be surprised what a willing bottom can take,” he says. His dick jumps in front of me again, and a drop of precum squeezes out the piss slit and starts to drool down from the end in a long string. I reach out and touch it with my fingers, fascinated. And before I can even think about what I’m doing, I touch my fingers to my tongue. His precum is slightly bitter and salty. “There you go… that’s a good boy. Now, let’s get the head in your mouth.” My brain is racing again—what the fuck am I doing? Am I really going to go down on Sketchy Santa? At the MALL?? It’s getting late and I should be home. What that fuck kind of faggot am I? But then I look at that massive cock again and it hits me like a slap. I know exactly what kind of faggot I am. And I take the great knob of his cock into my mouth greedily. Carl’s head tips back and he lets out a big sigh as I start sucking him. Admittedly I don’t think I’m that good a cock sucker. I gag way too much and I really don’t know what all I should be doing. Mostly I just slurp around and move my hand up and down. Carl doesn’t seem to mind though. And jesus, he’s fucking big! I can maaaaaybe get 1/3 of him in my mouth before I gag and have to stop. I’ve heard of guys and girls deepthroating entire cocks (MJ brags that she can do it), but I can’t. His head is just too big to even think about going down my throat. I take a break from sucking and get my hands around him to sort of “measure” him. I put my right hand at the base, and my left on top of that. Then I took my right hand off and put it on top of my left… and the head of his dick was still above my thumb and forefinger. Fuck. Three full hands worth of dick. Plus the head! I also take a measure of his balls. I grab at the base of his ball sack, and his balls still hang freely below my hand. I experiment by trying to take one testicle in my mouth. Carl moans in delight as I tongue and lightly suck on one testie. There’s no way I could get both in. “You like Santa’s sack, huh boy?” Carl says. “Yeah, I do sir,” I reply as I go back to playing with his nuts. “Well, there’s lots of little toys in that sack just waiting for a good boy to receive them.” I went back to sucking his cock as best I could for awhile, but suddenly Carl steps back and away from my mouth. “Ok, boy. I think it’s time I got a closer look at that ass of yours.” He hoists me up by my armpits, spins me over to the makeup table and bends me over. “Oh, I don’t know about… I’ve never done….” I say with some trepidation. “Relax, kiddo. I’m just gonna eat that little pucker of yours. But first, let me get rid of this damn Santa beard.” In the mirror, I see him reach up and start to tug at the phony beard. “Wait! Um… can you leave the beard on?” I ask tentatively. “And… um… maybe put on the santa hat?” Carl meets my eyes in the mirror and chuckles. “Ho Ho Ho! Well it seems young Kyle has a Santa kink! You like silver daddies, Kyle? Santa types with beards? Is that what turns you on?” I blushed furiously in response. Honestly, I didn’t know why I asked. Sure, my head was always turned by older men— coaches, teachers, etc. But there was just something about this scene. The mall santa (sketchy as he was), the gingerbread house, the beard and the suit… for some reason it all enticed me. I couldn’t explain it. “Well Kyle. Let’s see if this hole is as naught and nice as I suspect it is.” Carl is now talking a bit more like Santa, and I gotta be honest. It’s doing it for me. How fucked is THAT? Carl pulls down my sweats to reveal my bare ass. I feel his bony hands pull open my ass cheeks, and then I feel his hot breath in the crack of my ass. “Fuckin beautiful,” he exhales, before diving his tongue into my quivering hole. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Nobody has ever eaten my ass, and the feeling is exquisite. The heat. The wetness. The movement of the tongue. The beard… my god. The BEARD! I can feel myself relaxing and trying to spread my legs wider, only to be hampered by the sweats binding my legs up. Carl sees what I’m doing and he deftly helps me lose my shoes and sweats. While still tonguing my fuckpucker, he pulls off my right shoe. And then he works my sweats down and off that foot. Once freed, I’m able to spread my legs wide and bend over more for Carl, so he has more access to my hole. And I’m loving every second. Mostly my eyes are closed for this, but I did open them briefly and I saw myself in the mirror. I almost didn’t recognize myself. The naked lust on my face. The blown pupils. “You’re a slut like MJ,” I thought to myself. “Only worse. You’re letting a random stranger do this. And not just a stranger—one old enough to be your grandpa.” And yeah. God help me, I fucking loved it. While Carl was buried in my butthole, I piped up and asked him. “Hey Carl? How old are you?” Carl stopped eating my ass and leaned back. “Why? How old are YOU?” he says suspiciously. “You’re a mall santa eating the ass of a young guy in your dressing house— something tells me you don’t really care how old I am,” I say. “Look kid. I ain’t no pedo. I like my boys to be old enough to know what they’re doing and appreciate this cock. And I would really prefer not to go back to prison so….” “Is that where you got that tattoo?” I gesture to his shoulder. He looks at it. “Oh yeah. That’s where I got it,” he says with a wry smile. “Well, don’t worry. As of September I’m old enough to vote and serve our country. All good.” Carl goes back to eating my ass. He pauses just long enough to say from my crack, “I’m 68.” “Wow. My grandpa Henry is only 61,” I say. “You turned off by a man 50 years your senior eating your hole, boy?” “No. Not at all. Actually, it’s kinda hot knowing that older guys are still horny for it.” And to show that he is, he redoubles his efforts on my hole. I’m not sure how long Carl ate my ass. He kept tonguing and spitting and tonguing and spitting, and occasionally teasing my hole with a finger. I could feel my back arching and my ass pressing back into his face and finger—I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t think I could take what was bound to happen next. Carl, being a savvy man of the world could read my body language. He stood up and moved behind me. Our eyes locked in the mirror as he did this. I watched as he drooled a lot of spit out onto my ass and his cock, and then I felt him slowly start to slide his massive meat against my spit slick crack. Just the feel of that much cock sliding against me has me almost cumming. Involuntarily I start moving in rhythm with his humping motion, getting that monster to slide in my crack like a Chicago footlong in a bun. I see him reach across the makeup table where he grabs the jar of Vaseline. Shit- I guess we’re going old school for this, I think. He scoops up a generous portion and starts to finger my hole with it. He’s very good—teasing and circling around slowly. Eventually working in a finger. Then two. But I’m tensing up for the fingering. No guy has ever put a digit in me either—only dick. So his bony fingers feel sharp and foreign. Next he slathers up his dick with another goodly amount of Vaseline. I see his hefty meat shining in the lights from the mirror. He goes back to rubbing it against my ass, and then he stops and positions his head at my pucker. “Wait. Shouldn’t we get a condom?” “Why? You don’t make Jimmy wear one. Or the other guys. Why start now? And trust me—it’s going to be hard enough getting this inside without the friction and tightness of a condom.” And to emphasize his point, Carl nudges his head forward a fraction of an inch. Even with the Vaseline it burns a bit. “Oh dear baby jesus… that’s never going in,” I said with a shiver. “Oh yes it will. All it takes is a little Christmas magic,” he says. Carl reaches into the pocket of his Santa pants and pulls out a small, brown bottle. He hands it to me. “What’s this?” I say? “Christmas magic, of course,” he says with a grin. “You ever wonder how Santa can get his fatness up and down all those tight, little chimneys? Well, a little whiff of what’s in this bottle is all it takes.” I am really hesitant at this point, and I draw the line at drugs. So I just hold the bottle, and Carl says “Suit yourself.” And he starts to push inside me. “Oh FUCK that hurts!” I cry out as I try to squirm away. “Hush up!” Carl commands. “These walls aint exactly soundproof.” He starts to slowly push in again. “Wait wait wait!” I whisper. “I think I need some magic.” Carl pauses as I uncap the bottle. I’m met with a sweet, yet acrid chemical smell. “Just place the bottle under you nose and inhale a bit. It’s like smelling salts… for your asshole.” So I place the bottle under my nose and take a deep sniff. The warmth soon floods over my body and I feel tingly and a bit dizzy. I also notice a pressure at my asshole. A slightly burning, stretching feeling, and a fullness inside. Somewhere in my brain, I realize that Carl’s huge penis is starting to make it’s way inside me. I also dimly realize that it hurts a bit, but I also kinda don’t mind that it hurts a bit. “Oh my god…” I exhale. “Just you wait, kiddo. I ain’t even CLOSE to being all the way in. Take another whiff and we’ll see how far I can get.” With a few more inhalations of the brown bottle and some steady pressure from Carl, he slowly starts to make forward progress. Carl has one of those dicks that is ramrod straight and hard, but not like steel. There is still a little sponge to the head and shaft. Like he’s 95% hard and rarin’ to fuck. Soon I feel my ass stuffed to the point of tearing. I also feel a dull pain inside where evidently Carl’s prick has hit bottom. “Ouch,” I tell him. “I think that’s as much as I can take. Maybe you should pull out now.” “You mean like this?” he says, as he slowly starts to retreat out of me. The long pullout is intense and makes me shudder as his meat drags across my prostate. “Oh FUCK me that’s good!” I manage to croak out. Carl doesn’t pull all the way out. Instead, he leaves his head parked inside and adds more Vaseline to his dick. Then he starts the long, slow slide back in. His dick moves more easily this time—like either I’m relaxing more or the Vaseline has finally slickened me up enough. Carl bottoms out again, and backs out again. Rinse. Repeat. And I occasionally hit the bottle for relaxation help. After a few minutes, he pushes in to the stopping point again. “Kid, we gotta get past this point. I’m at your second ring and I got a good two inches left of dick to give you. You need to trust me that once I get past this point, you are gonna find the true meaning of Christmas. So take a good whiff and relax for me.” I do as I’m told and I exhale and will myself to relax. I feel Carl’s massive head pushing deep inside my guts. It hurts, I’m not going to lie. But in a weird way. Like, it’s both a sharp and dull ache inside me, but there is a pleasure quotient that is also undeniable. He pushes ever so slowly and the pain builds, and then… Joy to the motherfucking WORLD! “Now THAT’S a good boy!” Carl exclaimed. “You just made my secret ‘special’ Naughty List!” The feeling when his head breached that deep deep place inside me? I honestly don’t know how to describe it. Once his head popped in—I felt his cock slide easily all the way to the root inside me. The brief intense pain was replaced by pleasure that nearly caused my knees to buckle. “Oh… my… God… Oh……. My……. GOD!” I gasped. Carl stayed buried inside me and made small movements back and forth and around, and all of it was pure pleasure. Then he slowly withdrew, maybe about midway, and then pushed forward again. This time his head popped in with only a little resistance.” “Now you’re opening up. I told you Santa had a big ol present for a special boy!” I was now freely hitting the bottle and getting more into the fuck while Carl started to slowly pick up tempo. I honestly lost track of time in my haze, but before long, Carl was really giving me all of this dick. Like slowly pulling out until only his head was inside, then shoving in until his bony hips slapped my muscle butt. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m taking it all!” I groan. “Yeah, all the precum I’m leaking has lubed you up inside so your guts are slick. We can get to fuckin now,” he says. Carl then started to fuck and snap his hips forward. That’s when I felt the first ball slap. As promised, his balls swung forward and tapped mine making me gasp. “Oh!” The feeling both startled me and turned me on. “Told ya, kiddo. My balls will really get to slapping you now.” And they did. More bottle snorts, more relaxation, and I caught myself in the mirror again. This time I watched. It was like I was watching one of the porn scenes I so frequently jacked off to. Only I was also feeling the pleasure from the fuck at the same time. The guy in the mirror was gooned out all the way, tongue lolling out, drooling on the table. Fucking back onto Santa with every thrust and having his balls slap repeatedly into his balls and taint. And Santa was gripping the guy in the mirror’s hips hard, as he hungrily watched his cock disappear repeatedly inside the young guy’s ass. “Oh Christ kid, you’ve got me close!” Santa says. Carl keeps fucking me with all of his might and I swear I feel his cock get harder. Like that extra 5%, which translated into like another half inch of dick and some extra girth. I’m feeling every damn thrust from him and my insides are starting to ache mightily. His balls are also tightening up, as they’re now only slapping into my taint, which is oddly working up my own orgasm. I know what’s coming (or so I think) and the small, intellectual part of my brain is saying “don’t let this stranger cum inside you.” But the animal side of my brain has fully taken over now and I find myself willing him to cum. I WANT to feel him cum inside me. I DESERVE it after all. “You ready for your gift Kyle? Santa has a special gift for naughty boys!” His eyes lock on mine in the mirror. “It’s coming. Do you want Santa’s gift? Tell me you’ve been a naughty boy. Beg me for your gift!” “Fuck yeah, Santa! I’ve been so fucking naughty! Letting guys fuck me. I want your special gift for Christmas! Please Santa?” “Here it come’s boy! A gift you’ll never forget!” And with that he thrusts one more time, hard, and buries himself deep inside me. And I feel it. I feel him cum. The throbs of his orgasm cause his cock to press deeper inside me and stretch my hole. I feel every spurt. Every dick twitch as he unloads all the way up inside me. The feeling of him cumming inside me pushes me over the edge. This entire time I’ve been rock hard and leaking precum everywhere, but I haven’t once touched my dick, and neither has Carl. But we didn’t need to. Carl is still spurting inside me when I arch back and start launching my load. I’m proud to say I completely spackled that makeup mirror and table. It was running down in streaks like a scene in a horror film. Carl saw it and just chuckled. “I’m gonna have to clean that before Eric comes in tomorrow,” he says. Now that I’ve cum, the realization of what I’ve done is starting to set in. I start to panic a little as I pull off Carl’s softening dick. When he slides out of my ass, a large blob of cum drips out of my hole and hits the floor. “Oh my god! You fucked me. You CAME in me! What the fuck was I thinking?? Jesus, you tricked me you fucking [banned word]!” I spat. “Now now, Kyle, don’t get chippy. You wanted this. You know you did. And hell, I just bet in a couple days you’ll come back to visit Santa because that ass will be craving another Christmas gift.” I start to reply but am cut short by a PA announcement from the Mall. “The Mall will be closing in 5 minutes. Please make your way to the exits.” “Better get going home to Mom, kiddo,” Carl says with a smirk. “Hope you enjoy your gift. Oh, and if you want more, you know where to find me. Maybe next time I can arrange for another Santa too? I know Terry the black Santa here would love a shot at that ass.” I pulled up my sweats, threw on my shoe and beat feet for the exit… and home. I beat myself up the entire drive home, cursing Carl and my stupidity. I dashed past mom while apologizing for being late and ran to my room. As I lay in bed, I tried to forget what had happened at the mall. But my sore wet ass was a constant reminder. As was my relentless boner that took jacking off 3 times to make go away. And yeah- I thought about Carl’s cock breeding me every time I jacked for the next 4 days. Until I went back to the mall on Monday evening….

This story is heavily influenced by the story "the cum courier". Also, I will say in advance. Anyone into story telling or nasty talk hit me up. I see myself as the main character of this story. The Cum Jar The group of extreme sex pigs that I have been trying to get in touch with are hard to reach. They go where they want. Fuck who they want. In this world of tons of bottoms looking for dick, they can have their pick. Sadly, every time I reached out they were not interested. Until one of their members suddenly and unexpectedly hit me up. He shared a kind of pamflet through whatsapp stating "The HOUNDS need a CUM JAR. APPLY". Curious I responded. As expected, the reply was a short as ever. No explanation. Just an address, a date and a time. On the one hand, I was not sure what I was getting into. On the other hand, I knew this was my chance. The gangbangs these guys set up are legendary in my neighborhood, and I would do anything to be a part of them. So I go in prepared. Clean myself out as well as I can. Stretch my hole as much as I can. Lube up and put in my buttplug. When I go to the address it appears to be an old office space that is not currently in use. Weird. I knock on the door. Someone opens, and I enter a room of with about six people sitting in a circle of folding chairs. The one who opened the door, James I think his name is, pushes me towards the middle. "Do you know why you are here? " He asks. I break out in cold sweat and the reality of the situation suddenly sets in. I am surrounded by people and they look normal. Decent. Professional even. I know they are pigs, but I still feel some hesitation to so openly in broad daylight in a room full of decently clothed men to just start talking about.... well... pig sex. But I carry on anyway. I tell them that I know they are looking for a "cum jar", but I am unsure what it means. They chuckle a little. James explains: See, you know who we are. You know what we do otherwise you would not be here. We had a problem. We like to use human sperm as lube for our.... gatherings. But we have been having trouble keeping it at the right temperature. Too cold and it loses some of its appeal. Too hot and it changes consistency. We need it... body temperature. See what we need, is a living cum jar that we can fill up with as much sperm as necessary and bring him to our spots. When asked, the cum jar has to bend over so we can all dip in our cocks for a fresh coating of sperm. He can also squat and dribble out some loads for play. What do you think of that? I WILL DO IT! I blurt out. By now the bulge in my pants has started to grow. And standing in the middle of the circle, I am suddenly embarrassed that I could hardly wait for him to finish and am obviously aroused. "Hold on now". James says. We asked you to apply. We have had three applications. We need to test you. "This is it" I think to myself. "They are going to fuck me, it is actually happening". Then one of the men sitting on a folding chair whips out a huge jar the size of my forearm. "This is the condition pig, you need to be willing and able to hold these loads in you, you can't ask what or where they are from, you do as you are told". The jar the man holds in his hands is filled to the brim with yellowy and white sperm that seems to change in texture and consistency throughout the jar. I think about it. And slowly nod. Big grins appear all around me. "then take of your pants PIG, we need to put this stuff up your hole". I immediately undress, and stand there, naked among fully clothed men. Glistening with the coconut oil I rubbed on myself before I left the house. And with my buttplug still up my hole. Someone produces a "pighole", a kind of tunnel you can put up your rectum that holds your hole open. A pig like me is familiar with it. "This pig came prepared!" one of the men exclaims, as he suddenly gets up, bends me forward, and takes out the buttplug. As soon as the buttplug leaves my ass, he uses his middle and ring finger to work my hole as he slides in the pighole. Clearly he knows what he is doing. I drop down on all fours. They are surprised. "Do it". I say. "Please". Suddenly there is tension in the room. Where before everyone was relaxed and talking, I feel the dark and sticky atmosphere of pigs getting aroused... and things getting serious. They waste no time. I bend over further to lift my hole upwards, knowing that with the pighole tunnel they can see straight up my guts. They are all behind me now. Staring at my hole, waiting to see the sperm go up my hole. Except for James. He crouches in front of me and whispers in my ear "I knew you would come pig. You are perfect for this you whore. We make no promises that we will fuck you. But you can be our cum jar. Now relax and take it". As I listen to his words, getting more and more aroused, I can feel the cold sperm sliding down the walls of my rectum straight into my innards. "GOOD JOB BOY!" one exclaims as another one proceeds to whoop. But then something happens. "Oh, that's it" someone says. I look back, and see the jar is only half empty. "He can't take any more". WAIT! I yell, as I crawl on my hands and knees towards the wall and do a handstand. Now they really start laughing. "THIS FUCKING PIG IS DEDICATED" and "JESUS JAMES, WHERE DO YOU FIND THESE PEOPLE!?". As I do my handstand, I wiggle my torso and feel the sperm sink deeper into my body. I crouch back down slowly and simply say "please... more" and they pour the rest in. As last frothy sperm from the jar bubbles down my guts I ask "my buttplug". James understands, and reaches for the buttplug. The guys work together to pry out the pighole and replace it with the buttplug. "This cum jar even brought his own lid!" one of them jokes. There's a problem. With this amount of sperm up my hole, I can not stand. I know that were I to try, the buttplug would shoot out from the pressure of all the sperm that has gone up my hole. "I can't stand up without losing it". I say. James crouches back down near my face "who said you needed to stand?". I look at him ... confused... am I supposed to crawl? Suddenly I feel someone putting a collar around my neck. It's the stocky fat guy that normally acts as a bottom for the group and runs their errands. I have only ever heard him referred to as "boy". He frowns down at me like he is angry at something. "Are you ready? " He asks. "Ready for what" I reply. "We would not have put damn near a gallon of sperm up your ass if we weren't going to play". He notices a little bit of sperm dribbling down my leg. Absentmindedly he runs his finger up the back of my leg and puts it in his mouth. James chimes in: "There really wasn't any competition pig. he first pig we showed it chickened out at the sight of this", "the second pig we showed it to thought he wanted it, but when he opened the jar and smelled the cumstench he bailed". He takes the leash from "the boy" and starts leading me out of the room. To be continued.

Today has been unseasonably warm and while out running an errand I stopped by the local park and checked out the wooded trail. There were a couple of cars parked nearby but it didn't appear that anything was going on despite the nice weather. A few guys came and went but again, nothing happening. I was about to leave when a guy pulled up and went straight to the trail. I followed him to the far end of the wooded area. He stood around and grabbed his bulge once but then quickly left when another car arrived. I wait on the small wooden bench and this new guy walks by and makes eye contact. I follow down the path and he turns and pulls out a huge coxk. I bend over and start blowing him. Bending over, he sees the strap of the black jock I have on. He runs his hand over my bare ass as I continue sucking him. He seems interested so I drop my pants and he starts fingering my hole. I'm glad I took time to prepare and before I can fish the small bottle of lube from my pocket, he's wet his finger and really working it deep. I knew I wouldn't be able to easily take his massive black cook but I turn and offer my hole to him. To starts working it into me and soon has half of it in me. I beg for his load and he gets more excited. A few minutes later he's shooting a huge load in my hole. Not too deep and I reach back and push what I can in me. Drop to my knees and clean him up before he heads back to his car. Plan to go back again tomorrow and try to find another load.

Believe me boot nothing you do bothers me. Youve been stalking my posts and obsessively down voting them for years. I think BZ is the wrong community for you. And cheating isnt sociopathic behavior. You dont obviously know what sociopathy is, and you cant generalize behavior into a binary.

Nope, its not a myth. The thing is I mainly fuck regulars so I'd much rather wait til my bottoms are cleaned out to receive me rather than unplanned fucks where things are messy. Add to the fact that I'm an old-fashioned top in that I value a bottoms time it takes to clean out. I let them tell me when they're ready to get dicked down. I like one-on-one 45 minutes to an hour of breeding. That level or fucking requires pre-planning. I've had bad experiences with wanna-be cump-dump bottoms who would drive around my neighborhood to meet guys on Grindr. Then want to show up at my place with a dirty hole or already having taken many local loads. I'm not into mystery hole so I stick to scheduled regular bottoms.

Another reason we should fuck! I've never been 100% monogamous in my entire fucking life. Especially hot back in the days when I was chasing.

I get a similar reaction from guys in clubs when I turn down a top because he starts unwrapping a condom. I’m always pretty nice about it and just say it’s not going to work for me, and although some guys accept that with grace, others get distinctly pissy and walk off in a huff, and then go on to make a point of deliberately ignoring me the rest of the night. The assumption seems to be that I should be the one who makes the compromise, presumably because fucking bare is perceived as the “riskier” option. Something along the lines of, “Well, you fuck raw, so of course you’ll take it with a condom, right?”. Wrong.

I love sliding into a guy that I know is cheating. Get a bottom horned up enough and they'll spread their ass for a hard cock. My favorite is the post sex "shit, what did I just do?" followed by running off. When that satisfying message comes in a few days or weeks later, "hey, what are you up to?", you know they're gonna take it again.

Chapter 3 – Geoff gets his turn in the sling In Chapters 1 & 2, I met up with Geoff, a hot guy with a playroom in his basement. We partied, fisted, and he worked a chain into my ass. He’s in the sling now and I can bounce on a dildo to keep my ass happy. Once Geoff was settled in the sling, he took a hit of poppers and asked for more rimming. Of course, that was fine with me. I took out the butt plug and put it aside. His hot ass looked great, with the hair around his hole matted down with spit and lube. I tongue fucked him and licked all around his ass, getting him ready for the more intense play to come. Geoff’s ass was ready for more, so I lubed up my hands and started stretching his hole. Using fingers from both hands, I’d pull his hole open. It was exciting to see inside this hot man’s ass. Occasionally, I’d shove my tongue into his stretched-open hole, getting it in as deep as possible and tasting his unique flavor. I went back to stroking and poking his hole with one hand while I was bouncing on the dildo. I added more lube, looked deep into Geoff’s eyes, and plunged my hand in. His ass was open and accommodating, letting me in with little resistance. I would make a fist and rotate my hand slightly while inside him. He really liked that and took a hit of poppers while I was doing that. Now, he was a beast on fire. My fist was rolling around inside him, and he was using the sling to move back and forth, spreading the sensations throughout his ass. He got to a point when he moved the sling so much that my hand came out of his ass. But he was right back on it, taking me inside him on the next return. We did this for a bit until he said that his ass needed a rest. My hand came out, and I stroked and massaged his swollen hole. Once he was OK to stand, he wanted to get out of the sling, but I reminded him that he needed a plug or dildo in his ass first. His butt plug was nearby, so I lubed it up and put it in his ass. Then, he got out of the sling, and we took another break on the bed. Geoff asked if he could suck my dick for a while. I get T dick and told him that it probably wouldn’t get hard, and he was fine with that. I propped some pillows behind my back and spread my legs for him. The dildo from the stool was still inside me, and I could just see the butt plug in Geoff’s ass as he started sucking me. While it was sexy seeing this man suck my dick while his ass was visible to me, I wanted to eat his hole some more. So, he flipped around, and I took the plug out of his ass. He laid on top of me and continued sucking while I started exploring his hairy ass. First, a finger went in, just to stroke inside a bit, then another joined. Eventually, I had 2 fingers from each hand inside him and dove into his waiting hole tongue first. He was still sucking me and would occasionally reach down and move the dildo in my ass around. This went on for a while until I suggested that he move to the sling again, and I would fuck him with a dildo. Geoff selected a Bad Dragon Fenrir dildo for me to use on him and got in the sling; I sat on the stool and stuck the dildo that was still in my ass to it again. I lubed up the huge dildo that Geoff chose and slowly moved it around on his ass. There was also a good bit of lube and spit already there, so it was nice and slippery. I’d tease his hole with the head of the dildo, just getting a little bit in before moving it back out again. The dildo was long and thick, with some nice bumps on it. It also had a knot part way down, and getting that in would be a stretch. Eventually, I stuck the head of the dildo in his ass and let it go in deeper. Geoff’s expression and moans told me how much he was enjoying this. I’d twist the dildo and pull it back, but never all the way out, slowly fucking him with it. It had gone in up to the knot, which I started to wiggle around his hole. He told me that he had taken it past the knot before. I added more lube to the dildo and his hole; he took a hit of poppers and told me to shove it in. There was some resistance, but his hole expanded around the thickness and swallowed the dildo. His cock spurted out some cum, which I eagerly lapped up and shared with him. We let the dildo rest there a little before I started twisting it around inside him. He was squirming like the pig that he is as I worked that toy inside him. I fucked him with the dildo for a while. I’d work the knot back out and then shove it in deep. He was really opening up for it, and it got easier each time. Eventually, he asked for a fist again, which I was happy to deliver. My fist slid in with no resistance now since his hole was well-opened and gaping. We played around with my fist in his ass until Geoff decided he needed a rest.

To what @ErosWired wrote above, I might add: try to stay as close to prepared as is reasonably possible - ie eat the kind of diet that makes cleaning out easy. Lots of fiber, for one thing. Take a fiber supplement daily. The more your system gets used to one good solid bowel movement a day (or rarely, two), the easier you'll find it to clean out in between.

I came home from work, it had been a long day.... Even if I had gotten a little sauna fun earlier, I was shattered after a long day. I sit, open a beer, just start to unwind when I have a message, "Boy, Daddy's horny." My heart fluttered reading it, and I immediately reply, "Yes Daddy, 5 minutes please." I quickly go to the bedroom, strip off uniform, on goes the booty shorts and nothing else. I unlock my front door, the. Bend over the stairs ready. A few minutes later Daddy arrives. He's had a few drinks, I can smell it on him. He gropes my ass as we walk upstairs, I love the build up as always. Into the bedroom, he's kissing my neck, telling me how he loves me again, and he's sorry that he is drunk and will be rough. I kiss him back telling him it's okay, and I love him too. He tells he his friend "new Daddy" is going to pick him up here, so he doesn't have long. He wants to be rough with me, he wants my hole, no foreplay, no teasing, he wants to take me hard. He wants to hurt me. I kiss him again, knowing what he wants to hear. "I love you Daddy, rape me." He shoves me down hard, pulling my shorts to the side. He spits on his hand, pulling his cock out, and forcing it into me. It hurts, I know he wants it too. It's been a while since we have played like this, but I know what to do. He starts pounding me like a jack hammer. I tell him it hurts, he spits in my face. I swallow it, thanking him. I tell him I love him. He's grunting, 10, 15 minutes of constant pounding. I'm a piece of meat for him, but he wants me to be right now. I exist just to let him use me. He moans that he's close, he moans he needs something to push him over the edge. I open my mouth for him to spit in over and over, making me feel even more worthless. I swallow it all, gagging like a good little faggot before I whisper to him, "Please Daddy, rape your cum into me." That does it, another few minutes of the hardest fucking I've ever had, and he's done. I feel his load inside me. He pulls out. My hole, stinging, sore and swollen. He kisses me again, and I know what to say. "Thank you for raping me Daddy." He walks downstairs, leaving me lying on the bed. As I hear the door shut, I get a text from "New Daddy." "You slut, he just got in the car and told me he's fucked you, when is my turn?" "I was Daddy's rape toy, but once you drop him off I'll be yours" I reply, knowing what will happen. "Good boy, you'll be my Rape toy in 25 minutes. Love you slut x" New Daddy replies to me. I'm smiling, knowing I've pleased Daddy, and that I'll please new Daddy shortly.

It was a not so typical end of the year party on a Friday night. Christopher had just graduated high school. He was your typical straight laced, high school jock, popular with the girls, but had yet to get laid. He had the occasional beer and maybe a joint, but never thought of doing hard drugs ever. Christopher was 5' 10”, 145 pounds of lean muscle with blond hair and blue eyes. He was invited to a party at the near by college he was to attend in the fall ans was hoping to get himself laid by some college chick. When he arrived there weren't many girls at the party so he grabbed a beer and walked around. After finishing a few brews he started to talk to some of the other people at the party. He hit it off with this one guy, his name was Reese. Reese was had just finished his second year at the college and was very out going, the total opposite of Christopher's shyness. They talked about the lack of pussy at the party when Reese said he could introduce him to a couple hotties name Gina and Tina. Christopher was excited at the possibilities and the 2 left for Reese's apartment. After arriving at Reese's, Reese offered Christopher another beer. Christopher drank it down as Reese told him he was going to get Tina. Christopher was a little confused why he never said he was going to get Gina when he started to feel very warm and groggy. When Reese came back he helped Christopher into his bedroom and Christopher stretched out on his back on the bed. It was at that point that Reese asked Christopher if he liked Gina. Christopher looked at him a little puzzled. Reese explain, Gina was in the beer that he drank. Christopher was a little out of it, but was feeling good and started to feel a little horny. It was at that point that Reese climbed on Christoper, sitting on his chest and pinning his arms under his legs. He was sitting so heavily on Christopher's arms the blood flow was stopped. Then Reese pulled out a syringe and said it was time to meet Tina, and with that he stuck the needle into Christopher's arm giving him is first taste of crystal meth via a slam. Christoper felt the warmth in his arm and as Reese let up on his arm the meth hit is system and he couched out. Reese gave him some water to drink and Christopher was flying. Reese then hit himself with a nice slam en joined Christopher in the sexual high. Reese then leaned in and kissed him. Christopher was unable to prevent Reese's tongue to begin probing into his mouth. As Miss Tina took it's hold of him he began to get very horny. He gave in to the advancements of Reese and the pleasure he was experiencing. Reese began to undress Christopher as they kissed and soon Christopher was only in a pair of blue boxer briefs. Reese then began to undress himself and then he straddled Christopher chest as he did when he forced slammed the teen. Reese then eased his hard, dripping 8a: cut cock into his victims mouth with some resistance, but with the G in Christopher's system along with the T, he was no match fir the hunk sitting on his chest. Christopher was getting his first taste of cock and he began to enjoy it. In no time he was a willing cock sucker and soon Reese was off his chest and sitting with Christopher between his legs willingly sucking his cock. To this point, Christoper had only taken half of Reese's cock into his eager mouth, but soon enough Reese took charge placing a hand behind the chemed up boy's head and little by little forced more of his tool into his mouth. When it hit the back of his throat, Reese told Christopher to take a deep breath and then Reese forced his dick into his cock sucker's throat. After e few seconds he with drew and then repeated his move placing his dick back into the throat of his cock sucker. This went on for a few minutes when Reese pulled all the way out and had Christoper get on his back. It was Reese's turn to show Christopher what it was like to have a real blow job from a real man. Reese easily deep throated Christopher's 7” cut cock and bobbed up and down for what seemed like an eternity. With the G and T in Christopher's system he was not going to cum any time soon, but the boy was moaning from the blow job he was receiving. Reese was enjoying working on the boy semi hard cock, but that wasn't his objective. He licked the shaft a few times, sucked and licked Christopher's balls as he worked his was to the prize he was after, Christopher's virgin hole. When his tongue began licking the prize her wanted, Christoper began to moan louder then he did when he was getting blown. As Reese licked the hole, lubing it up for his eventual penetration he also began to probe the soon to be willing hole with his fingers. As he slid in on finger he was sure to add a little meth to it to give Christopher a booty bump. Reese knew this would make his ass more hungry and willing to accept his cock. Between the slam and the booty bump Reese was opening up Christoper's virgin hole, 2, 3, 4 fingers deep. Reese thought that he might be able to fist this boy soon, but he held off on that idea. He knew what he wanted, to seed this virgin hole with his toxic seed, get him addicted to T and his cock so that when he returned Christoper returned next fall he would have a boy to use and abuse. Reese pulled his fingers out. Christopher let out a moan of disappointment. Christopher was feeling empty inside. He looked up at Reese and asked him to put his fingers back in side his hole. Reese looked down and with his eyes locked on Christopher's said that he was going to replace it with something more substantial. As that was being said, Reese slowly slid is raw cock into Christoper's ass prompting Christopher to reach down and feel what was going inside him. When he realized it was Reese's dick, he looked up and asked Reese if he should have a condom on. Reese just looked him dead in the eye and kept on sliding into the boys formerly virgin hole. As the last of his cock slid into the ass of his new bottom boy he grinded it in getting a moan out of the boy's mouth. Reese knew what he was doing, he slowly moved his dick, teasing Christopher with mini thrusts. Reese could see in Christoper's eyes that he was giving in and at that point Reese set about fucking him with a growing intensity. Reese knew that if his seed was too take hold he'd need to do some damage and since the boy was a virgin he knew it wouldn't take much to seed him. Along with the fingering Reese did some scratching inside. He knew that this would work since it was the same way he had be brought into the fold. Soon Christoper was moaning and begging to be fucked. The booty bump was really working now and Reese wasted no time in pounding the boy's hole. As Reese was abusing his new toys ass, he was ready to deliver his first load and did so without Christopher knowing. Reese could deposit a couple loads this way and did just that. As Reese was read to cum for the third time he looked down at Christopher, leaned in and as he was getting ready to cum he told Christopher that he was going to spend the weekend with him and that they were going to keep fucking until Reese was sure that his toxic seed was going to take hole. Reese then started to pant and moan and whispered into Christopher's ear that he was shooting his third poz load into his ass and with three loads in him deep there was no turning back. He was soon to get the fuck flu and be as poz as Reese was. Reese now owned his ass and he would do with it as he pleased. Christopher sat there in shock. He was so tweaked, he didn't know what to feel or what to do. All he knew was that he wanted more Tina and that he wanted of Reese's cock.

Same here. In fact, I don't think I've ever heard it "live", just here on BZ. Apparently, it's what we used to call a regular/occasional "trick"? Or maybe it's a contraction of "sidekick", meaning a guy that always seems to be around? Someone needs to update the Gay Pig's Dictionary ....

With regard to whether I’m gay, bi or whatever, I’ve always said that I hope my sexual orientation is the least interesting thing about me. As to the bear friend - 🙄 - Having a PhD in LGBTQ+ English Literature is like having an MD specializing in toenail fungus: Useful in a very specific set of circumstances, but otherwise beside the point. I was a candidate for graduating with Distinction in my undergraduate English Literature degree. All I had to do was get an A in the qualifying class. The professor teaching it - whose lecture style was in itself a refined form of torture that would have put Torquemada to shame - insisted, however, that we dissect Henry James’ The Figure In The Carpet to derive the homosexual subtext in it. I couldn’t see it. The irony, of course, is that the narrator in James’ story is obsessed with finding the hidden meaning in an author’s work, and if I had been then as jaded and cheeky as I am now I would have just titled my paper “The Figure In The Carpet - The Biography of Professor _____”. The result would have been the same. I dropped the course and gave up on the honor rather than pretend to find his imaginary gay subtext. (In fact, only one student out of the ten or so of us nominated for Distinction survived his class.) And yes, the bear is a fucking snob. No one speaks ‘perfect’ English because no one can - English is a gloriously malleable language, and anyone who claims to know the way it is is a moron. I imagine Mr. Bear can take a cock, because it sounds like he walks around with a huge stick up his ass.

That’s an awful story, but common. Unfortunately, many gays are on the eternal quest for “something hotter,” so friendship, honesty and loyalty don’t factor in. One thing I’ve learned as a gay, is you have to be emotionally guarded, have tough skin and most of all, be able to fully turn the page quickly. That still doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt like hell sometimes.

I’d breed your great hole anytime.

Hello guys, first post here. To give you quick context Im a Caribbean guy in his late 20s living in Argentina. Honey Brown golden skin, long beard 5'7 and swimmers build (I played basketball my whole life) Gypsy looking some say. The other day I woke up mad horny and had no idea why. Rolled myself one up and..went on grindr to see how the early morning was going to be. I have a heavy interracial fetish so I was planning to take as much white seed as I could even though my love for men in general wasnt gonna allow me to let any seed go to waste. 1ST LOAD: On grindr found this cute blonde Argentinian bear in his mid 20s that lived a couple blocks down from my spot (City of Buenos Aires) and we chatted for a minute, exchange a couple of nudes and he invited me to his place. 6'0 He had a square shaped muscular body with broad shoulders and back with an 15 cm dick but very thick and veiny with a pointy pink tip. Sturdy. Sucked his pink cock for around 10 mins then he decided to flip me around letting me in all my fours. Going raw on me while complementing my body frame and skin, quite hot tbh. Seemed like he was edging for some time cause he didn't last long and came quite fast as I could feel with each pulsation as he filled me with 6 shots of warm cum. At that point my level of hornyness skyrocketed to the top. I was horny before but you guys know what I mean. After the first load you start feeling yourself a bit more. Innevitable. We shook hands as I walked out the door and started walking aimlessly through BA streets. It was 9 am. Pulled out the rest from the fat joint I had from earlier and kept on walking LOAD 2: not more than 20 blocks into my journey I received a message from another Argentinian guy in his mid 30s Slim and tall and arab looking. He had a pretty neutral face and body but a beautiful long cock. He invited me to his place and gave me like an hour long fuck before breeding me with long thick cum. Thicker than the previous guy. At this point between the high and the cum in my system I was in heaven. LOAD 3: Head spinning and full of cum I decide to return to my journey this time being texted by a regular fuck buddy or chongo like Argetinians say (best one of the afternoon) 6'0 White Latino looking long haired Venezuelan with swole but not ripped body, amazing ass and an massive 23 cm, curved and a can thick cock ready to hit the right spots. Theres a difference between who just loads you and who makes you crave their cum. This guy is one of those guys. Amazing fucker fucked me in every position on every corner of the house. He bred me while on top of me while I was backing my ass up making him shoot his cum as deep as possible. After all the moaning and grunting got the load I deserved but wanted more... 4TH AND 5TH LOAD: My sluttyness at this point was uncontrollable so I decided to take the subway and head downtown (I live on the northern part of the city) to go to the best sauna in town. Got in. Asked myself a glass of wine then sit around just to watch guys pass by. Talk to a couple of guys but everything on a friendly matter, nothing sexual. Tipsy enough I decide to go into the dark room where even though its dark you can still recognize some facial features. Soon as I walk in Im met with a french kiss ( kinda unexpected) from what it seemed an 40+ y/o 6'3 Italian guy with very fit body, shaved beard and daddy vibes. Hot. He takes me to one of the rooms and I started sucking him like there was no tomorrow.Then he decided to flip me and starts fucking me against the mirror. The guy could fuck and had big stamina but honestly felt I could make him cum before he made me cum. Which happened as soon as I started backing my ass up once again making bim explode at least 4 shots of fresh cum. As Im recovering from the fuck I just had and still with my ass up I could feel a face right next to mine whispering 'dont move ' with an heavy Buenos Aires accent. I had no idea who the guy behind me was and it was was he planning. I look at the Italian guy to see if he knows him but he points at me as the guy from behind its handling me bottle of golden rush telling me to take hit. At that point the mystery of the whole thing and the voice he had, had me open. So I hit the poppers and suddenly everything I was once feeling got multiplied by 50 times. And of course I let this anon guy fuck me bare and wish I could explain to you guys how good that bare cock felt as it went in. I was gone. Fucked this guy long enough for him to surrender and give me last load of the night. So fucking hot. Finished the day fucking an tatted russian looking twink but was a curly haired shy chubby cub who ended up taking my load. Hopefully ill post more soon. Cheers

I got pretty pissed off once when a former Grindr hookup (which hadn't been repeated because it was pretty lousy TBH) showed up at my door after dark one evening without any notice or contact whatsoever, on Grindr or anywhere else. Creeped me the fuck out. I told him in icy tones that it was NOT OK and that he needed to go away. Which fortunately he did.

At a hook up I didn't get a hard on - had a stressful week before and had some personal issues distracting me. I honestly hoped to get off and honestly offered a fuck... The guy was pissed and reproached me for not getting hard and started a real drama out of it. I offered him three options: - maybe I don't get hard because he's not the cupcake I thought to be? - if he needs an all-time ready-steady hard dick, it's a dildo what he needs, and not a human being that isn't ready like a tool with loaded batteries at any time... - to piss off I'm aware that a date expects a hard dick when one is out to get fucked, and that I, as a top, am the one to deliver and I provoke hope for that when I accept a hook up, but hello...! We're humans, no machines or apps... I had countless of guys without a stone hard rod for various reasons that no one's to blame for.

Bottom in Atlanta looking to be made into a complete cumdump. Fill me, Whore me, share me, pimp me, have me take loads at the RRI or at a business travelers hotel room.

I can easily take a fist and have never had a guy complain I'm too loose. If anything they've enjoyed it more as they can really go to town without cumming too quickly. Hell my last anon hookup started fisting me without even asking and I loved it.

Votes cast: Uncle Terry to get the blood slam kit from his bag, blood slam sub pig-boy Jason then fuck him until blowing a toxic load deep in his guts = 10 Votes Uncle Terry to fuck sub pig-boy Jason until blowing a toxic load deep in his gut = 6 Votes Fuck sub pig-boy Jason for several minutes, then fuck his face, then cum on the vinyl play sheet and make sub Jason eat it all up = 3 Votes Thanks: Behave and just sit on the couch wanking whilst watching over sub pig-boy Jason fucking his hungry cunt = 0 Votes 84% of votes cast want to see sub Jason as a minimum get a toxic load blasted deep into his guts, with nobody at all voting for Uncle Terry to behave himself. You're all pigs, and I love it! 😈🐽 I'm tied up with other stuff for the next few days, but will return to publish more very soon.

That's how i try to keep my hole. I am so loose that I can take a fist in my slack ass in under 60 seconds. And still want to get looser...but that's the FistPig life...

Try and have your tops get in the habit of giving you a 24 to 36 hour advance notice. I mostly fuck my few regular bottoms who are usually pre-cleaned and ready to take me long and deep. For instance, I will start contacting my weekend bottoms on Thursday evening to see if they're available. But short notice fucks are a recipe for mess and an embarrassing situation.

It depends on what you’re doing to try to clean out. Your rectum is normally empty until you’re ready to have a bowel movement, and any waste matter is collected above the rectum and held while water is absorbed from it. The rectum is around 6” in length, which is also on the high end of the average for cock length, so if the Top has an average endowment, a deep cleaning for a short notice hookup is probably unnecessary, and will draw more matter downstream, resulting in a more complicated cleanout. A simple rinse of the rectum to ensure it is clear should be adequate for an average cock. For a long cock, you’ll have to go a bit deeper, but try not to fill yourself very full - fuller than just the rectum, but try to limit the washout to the next few inches of colon, where firm or semi-firm stools would be gathered in preparation for expulsion. I use a shower-shot type method, and will generally give myself about a 10-second flow for a rectum cleanse, and 15-20 seconds for a longer cock. If I go to 30 I know I’ll get a deeper cleanse, but I can expect to add 15-20 minutes to the cleanout. Beyond that is deep-cleaning territory, usually stages of 50, 40, and a series of 30-second flows that can take up to 45 minutes, followed by rinses at 20, 15 and 10. Definitely not for what I would consider short notice, but I can pull it off with an hour’s notice if I’ve been maintaining diet.

Those were good years at TIM! A lot of really good dirty nasty porn back then- it seemed more real then today imho

Holes that are too tight make my dick shrivel. Nothing makes me cum harder than a wet and loose ass.

Dozing on the patio furniture after finishing yardwork the cat woke me up demanding dinner....He knows I am the only oner here who can work the can opener so he howls until I get up and go inside and feed him.He actually will come running whenever he hears that electric hum of the can opener operating and we use it to find him sometimes.Went in to take a shower and get ready for dinner at Mr Wilsons but stopped to look at myself in the big mirror.Posing like a cheap slut thinking how my ass had a man in it just that morning.Grabbed my stiffening cock and fucked my fist a few moments wondering what it felt like to fuck another guy...Ding! a message from mr wilson,could I come over early and help set up for dinner?Smiley face...and a dickpic attached.Sent message back saying "6?"he replied saying okay so out of shower into tighty whities shorts teeshirt and flipflops then out the door.Mr wilson met me at his door in a bathrobe.Once inside was kinda startled by his embrace and deep kiss...his open robe fell to the floor showing his raging hard cock.His hands on my shoulders as he pushed me to my knees and I was at eye level with the cock that had ravaged me only yesterday for the first time."kiss it Nicklas....suck it in"he said.And I did as he asked,his hand behind my head as he drove the engorged red head towrads the back of my throat,making me gag....I could taste the copius precum drooling from him as he said"This is how you will greet me from now on whenever I as nicklas,is this clear?"I mumbled yes as best I could.Satisfied with my answer he pulled out without ejaculating but a thin line of drool streched from my lips to his cockhead......Pulling me to my feet again he grabbed my crotch and smiled at the harness he found there'"So giving me head makes you hard does it?Are you a lil faggot Nicklas?You like sucking dick?Oh I am going to make you into such a cumslut."He pulled me into the dining room and gesturing towards the chairs I sat down.He returned from the kitchen with two capsules and laying them on the table said"You know I have aids Nicklas,yet you let me fuck you and cum in inside you.I cannot resist your cute lil ass and will inseminate you at every oppourtunity.You will become infected eventually and I spoke with Mr Hadden at the hospice agency and he dropped these off for you.They will prevent infection and are used for just that purpose.Take one now and the other in the morning before you see him at the agency.He is fully aware we have been intimate,and he wasn't at all surprised by it.I think he likes you"he said with a smirk.Downed one pill and washed it down with the water he gave me."Good" he said"you are too young to decide on pozzing yet.This will buy you time while we mess around,and you learn without being at too much risk.Its called pep and is pretty standard in the gay active comunity,it prevents infection when poz semen finds its way into a neg hole like yours.If you remain negative you will have to take prep once a day to remain uninfected....but since you have already been exposed we have to test you for a while before the switch is made to prep.Mr Hadden will explain it all to you.I was totally honest with him about fucking you,and told him you were a breath of fresh air in this old faggots life."I could feel my ears getting hot and mr wilson said"Don't be embarrassed Nicklas,lotsa guys have been where you are right now.I wouldn't hurt you for the world.Now,lets set up for dinner."We set out plates and silverwear and the smell from the kitchen was of lasagna and sausage,tomato sauce and garlic.My stomach growled with a building appetite."Mr Yee and his boy will be joining us,I think you will like him"Mr Yee or the boy.but he gave no further info.

Hot Desert Knights of course. Bareback Masters, Dick Wadd, Lucas Entertainment, Raw Fuck Club. So many good ones

Chapter 9 When Jake and his father finally arrive home they see Tyler waiting for them in his driveway. Jake tells of his adventures with the roadside cop which which works Tyler up into a frenzy of horniness. Tyler and Jason take turns on Jakes hole until they all collapse in exhaustion in Jason’s large bed. The next morning Jake wakes up early and cuddles up next to his father. He slips his hand under the sheets and finds his dad’s semi hand and begins stroking. Before long his father is fully erect and leaking. His father slowly wakes up rock hard to find his horny son. He tweaks his son’s erect nipples and says, “I like they way you think, but we both have to get going so we might need to multi task”. A sudden look of disappointment covers Jake’s face and his father responds, “ don’t worry we will fuck you in the shower.” Jake’s smiles and all three head to the large shower in Jason’s room. Jason and Tyler plant their morning seed deep inside Jake and after they all get ready for their day. As Jake gets ready to leave for school, he hugs is father good bye. As he does, this father slips his hand down Jake’s pants and firmly grips his sons muscular butt cheek then slips his finger into his sons crack wetting his fingers with the mixed seed inside. Jakes moans. Jason pulls his fingers out and licks them. “Mmmmmmm that’s my sweet boy” Jason begins, “Now remember, we have a long day apart with you at school and me at work. Your job is to collect loads and when I get home you should be ass up showing daddy what a good job you’ve done collecting those loads. Understand?” Jake smiles and responds, “Yes, sir!” Jason then passionately kisses his son good bye and instructs him to say good bye to Tyler and does as he’s told passionately kissing him as well before getting in his car to drive to school. After classes are complete, Jake has baseball practice. His team practices on the field for a while then head down to the weight room. His coach spots him as he does the beach press. It’s then, as he’s laying down on the bench that he notices the bulge in his coach’s shorts. His coach looks down at the young muscle jock and his bulge grows even bigger. Jake allows his shirt to ride up giving the coach a better view of his hairless abs. Jakes watches as the coach adjusts himself a few times wondering how big the coach actually is. As he finishes his sets he makes sure he to bend down exposing the band of this jockstrap above his shorts and giving the coach a great view of his hot muscles ass. After the the team finishes lifting, they head to the locker room. Jakes savors the sight of all the athletes in various stages of undress and the smell of sweat and testosterone on the air. Jake is jolted out of his dreamy state when the coach yells his names and orders him into his office. Grinning to himself, Jake saunters into his office with only his Jockstrap on. Jakes is greeted to his shirtless coach. His shorts slung low exposing the top of his pubic hair. The coach’s hairy pecs are punctuated by his large dilated nipples. “Coach, you wanted to see me?”, Jakes started out. “Yes, Jake I noticed today at practice you seemed distracted” the coach questioned, staring intently noticing his newly shaved body which emphasized Jake’s muscular physique and his jockstrap wrapped around his small waist. “Sir?” Jake questioned. Unable to control, himself his dick begins to grow in his jock. “Have a seat” the coach instructs and then shuts the door to his office. Jake adjusts himself and sits in front of the coaches desk. The coach returns to his desk and sits at the corner of his desk. His crotch now at eye level with Jake’s. “I want to know what’s on your mind” the coach continues. There are a few monuments of silence. The coach observes as Jake stares at his crotch. The coach flexes his cock allowing his cock to grow a little more and Jake lets out a little gasp. He then looks up at the coach licking his lips. “Now Iknow what’s on your mind. You got dick on your mind don’t you boy?” The coach asks as he grabs his fat bulge. “Yes coach”, Jake says blushing a little. “You want your coaches dick don’t you boy?” The the coach taunts Jake nods and then the coach say, “come get it boy” and spreads his legs open inviting him over. Jake quickly gets on his knees and pulls down on the coach’s waistband and the coach’s massive dick is revealed to him. His uncut dick is as thick as a beer can in its semi hard state. The coach’s massive balls stretch the skin of his scrotum tight. Thick veins run up and down the shaft and at the base is a thick patch of bushy dark hair. Jake pulls back in the thick foreskin stroking it, revealing the fat head that begins to spit out silky precum. Jake can smell the muskiness emitting from the coach’s pores like the coach hasn’t showered in a couple days. As he goes in to suck on the coaches dick he begins to realize how dirty the coach is…. There is a coating of dick cheese around this coach mushroom head as he pulls to foreskin completely back. He begin sucking on the heavy dick and his mouth is filled with tangy taste of the coach’s smegma. The coach just moans, “that’s a good piggy boy” and the coach begins to slowly face fuck Jake. Thrusting deep and deeper until his dick is deep down Jakes throat and Jakes face is buried is the coaches pubes. The coach fucks Jakes throat until his dick is rock hard. Then his pulls is completely out, the massive man lifts Jake and spreads him on the desk. The coach admires the young adonis spread out before him. The goes down and feasts on the jocks erect nipples and gropes though Jake’s jockstrap. The coach’s scruff scratches at his pecs as the coach naws on his nipples electrify Jake’s body and he is soon fully hard, His cock bursting out of his jockstrap. The begins exploring Jake’s hole and discovers it is already wet. “It looks like I’m not the first one inside you today?” The coach questions. Jake shakes his head. “Who came in you?” The coach asks as he sniffs his cum soaked fingers. “My next door neighbor, Tyler Cox”, Jake responds. The coach smiles and says, “oh I *know* Tyler” and licks his fingers. “Anyone else?” “My dad” Jake responds shyly. “Oh fuck! That’s so hot! And now I’m gonna fuck that daddy cum deeper inside you. Is that what you want boy?” “Yeessss!” Jake responds and as he does the coach inserts his fingers deep inside the his jock hole. The coach pulls off Jake’s jockstrap off and shoves it in his mouth. “This is gonna hurt boy”, the coach states. With that he spits his dick and spreads Jake’s legs wide. He lines up his dick with Jake’s jock hole and pushed in. Jake’s eye grow wide and begins to scream through the jock stuffed in his mouth as the intense pressure of the coaches cock spreads his anal walls to their limit. The coach continues to push in and covers Jakes mouth to further muffle the screams and lock the jock in Jake’s mouth. “Fuck! I can feels that hole ripping open to accommodate this big coach dick!” The coach exclaims. As he says this he looks down at his massive dick sliding in and out of Jake’s slutty hole and sees streak of blood forming on his cock. This excites the coach so much that the coach dick head flares and he stabs the rest of his cock balls deep into Jake’s cunt. Jake nearly faints but finds a way to stay conscious through the assault on his hole. He final grows accustomed to the monster dick inside him and as he does the he wraps his muscular legs tight around the hairy coach. “That’s it Jake! Show coach how much you love his big dick inside you. I’m building up a big load of you! And don’t worry my load is just has toxic as your dad and Tyler’s”. And with that the coach begins brutally pounding Jake’s ass. Jake reveals I the thought of getting another poz load and begins to tweak the coaches nipples in hopes of working up and even bigger loads. “You want that poz load you fuckin’ faggot?” The coach questions and as he does he takes out dirty jockstrap out of Jake’s mouth. “YES COACH! POZ MY HOLE!” Jake replies and with that he clamps his muscular legs around the coaches waist and clamps hole tight around the coaches vieny dick. “Here it cums you stupid cunt! FFUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKK!” The coach exclaims as his dick unleashes his venom seed on Jake’s vulnerable hole. “Yes please” Jake begs repeatedly as his hole is flooded with cum and overflowing, leaking down his ass cheeks. As the coach comes down off his orgasm. He pulls his semi hard dick out of Jake’s used hole and moves to the other side of the desk to lets him clean is dick off. The coach notices the other teammates have been watching the whole thing and sees their dicks exposed and stroking. He jesters them to join. A muscular senior inserts himself in Jake as he cleans off the coach’s dick. Jakes begins stroking his rock hard dick. Other teams unable to control themselves long enough to get his turn inside begin shooting all over Jake’s chest and face. Jake completely filled with cock and covered in cum can hold himself back no longer and shoot his huge all over his chest and abs. At the end of the fuck session Jake has 10 loads inside him and prepares to present himself to his father.

Some of my favorite TIM movies are Man-Cunt, Breeding Season 2, Fucktards, What I Can’t See 2/3, Slammed, Cheap Thrills, anything with Brad McGuire. I’m looking for porn or studios that are similar to TIM around that time. Basically, before 2016ish.

Unfortunately have not got to a whole fist yet. Looking for a Top to take me there and train my hole to take a 🤜

I was in Berlin recently and wish I had met you to seed your fantastic hole. Vers pig here with a very kinky, open mind if you want to chat.

Sometimes the smallest cock can be the best you have had. It's all about how you use it.

My currency are Sperm cells… 💦

This morning - my hung uncut buddy called me. His partner was going shopping with some friends and he didn't want to go. He begged off and then reached out to me and said he needed some piggy play. His other half is a total bottom but not into the kind of assplay. He and get together once a week and get naked and take turns on one another's holes. He loves to be a sub bottom and I use his hole and dump a load in his guts. This morning he showed up, horny as fuck. He stepped out of his clothes 2 minutes after showing up at the door. His cock was already half hard and he was already dripping precum. Seems they had been busy all weekend and he said he needed to open my hole up. He used fingers and toys. Shared some poppers and then took his fist for a while. He was just short of his elbow deep. Fawwwk!! Then he unloaded his cock deep inside my stretched guts. He stayed hard!! He just kept talking dirty and churning his load up inside.... in/out motions and pumping deep before pulling out to the edge... then he unloaded a SECOND load a few minutes later. That is one well used hole and what a great time.

I’m still trying to decide whether that works out to a compliment.

An additional note - Although any break in the skin does provide a more direct access for the virus, the cock does not have to have an injury for infection to occur - the urethral opening is also a potential vector for viral entry, and forward thrusting has a fair chance of forcing fluid at least a short distance inward past the opening.

Part 8; ''Contracts'' Some might say that cleaning Sir's Dick was a bit of a mistake as when I started to clean it, it was in a semi erect state. And now? He was fully erect again! How could this be. He'd only just cum a short while ago. - You've done such a good job boy I think you should get on Sir's chair with him, facing him, and sit on his Dick. I needed no more encouragement, and I hopped on for the ride, my cunt impaled on his Fuck Weapon balls deep. He put his cigar on the table, wrapped his arms around me, and thrust his pelvis upwards to fuck me slowly as we kissed passionately. I moaned in ecstasy through the kissing and fucking. What more could a pig want. - Now I understand more how hungry your cunt is boy, it is doing it a disservice having you on your LSD come K high, having my cum blasted deep into your guts, and only having my Dick in it. You deserve more. He reached over for the K bottle and measured out another small dose, and bam, down went my third dose. - Ugh, so damn bitter. He stood up with me impaled on his Dom Dick and he carried me over the the sling, threw me in, restrained my ankles and wrists, and continued to fuck me. Only fifteen minutes or so had passed when... - I'm becoming numb again in my cunt, Sir. He gave me a knowing smile, got the crisco, and got to work Fisting my hungry cunt again. For the next several hours we alternated our play between Fisting and fucking, the sling and being on the vinyl covered mattress, with plenty of passionate kissing, and sweat! We were near the end of our session, and at nearly 8am we had been going all night. I was now lying in the sling getting Fisted... - How far are you now Sir, at your elbow? - About half way up my bicep, boy. He unrestrained me and took me over to the vinyl covered mattress, put me on my back and entered me with my legs in the air and wrapped around him as his body was close to mine with his face close to my face too... Nothing could stop my destiny! - Fucking hell pig, you are super loose now, I can barely feel your cunt even touch my Dick now. My favourite. Let's make it so you are loose all the time. - FUCK YES PLEASE, Sir. I'd LOVE my fag-cunt to be permanently trashed. - So, if I was t☣️xic and not on meds now you would not care if I came deep inside your piggy guts now? - No Sir, I would not care. Was that me, or the drugs, or both talking? - Damn. That's fucked up. I have a very good friend. Terry. 66 years old. I know he is highly charged. He said to me the other day over a beer that his current viral load is.... I don't know what exactly, I am sure he said it is over 14 million now. I know he'd like you. Would you care if he fucked you without a condom and came deep inside of your cunt? - If it was what you wanted I would not care. I am here to serve you, Sir. He withdrew from me and wandered off. Upon his return a few moments later his executioner hood had been replaced with a Gas Mask, but he was still in his Leather Waistcoat and knee length Police Boots. He flipped me back onto al fours but this time he had my head so it rested on the vinyl covered mattress, my forearms resting either side of my head, and my head facing the mirror. We now both went quiet, and all you could hear now was the squelching coming from my one cum load, well fucked and very well fisted cunt, and his Vader sounding breath from the Gas Mask. Taking a firm hold of my hips he launched into an immediate firm and steady fast paced hard fuck. A few short minutes went by and Sir's pace quickened. The grip on my hips tightened, Sir's breathing became erratic, he slammed in and held his Fuck Weapon deep inside my piggy-fag guts as his Gas Mask covered head tilted upwards and once again I heard his almighty roar. And this pig was getting load number two! The nipple clamps were now released from my weeping boy-tits, a butt plug was planted into my now gaping cunt, and we both went to his bed. He slept soundly. Me, well, not so well... I was still high! Once he woke up he without saying a word rolled me onto my front, took out the butt plug, entered me, and fucked me for a few minutes until he shot his load. And that would be part of my job description as his soon to be live in house boy, to give up my body to his desires anytime he wanted to have me. I could never say no. Not that I would want to. Over the next week I recovered from my night of chem play, quit my job, quit my flat share, signed the two contracts for two years for being a live in house boy and for being a sub in training, and moved in with Sir. Oh, and in that time my little boy-tits had time to crust over and heal. They definitely were bigger now than before. The sub training contract stipulated that I were to make myself available for 8 hour training sessions 3 times a week on a Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday starting at 8pm after a 1 hour forced workout (usually focusing in on building up my glutes to being even more beefy and muscular than they already were) to take place in the cellar play-dungeon which would always include; fucking, fisting, rimming (me to Sir), breeding, tit workouts with the clamps and other tit devices to give me those huge pig-tits Sir knew that would look great on me, toy play, etc. Not all training sessions were to be with hard Chems, sometimes just poppers. I'd still do my own workouts at the gym on Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday. The rest of the time was to train my mind how to in short live and breath being a sub in every waking and sleeping moment. I also signed my name to the fact that no other man was allowed to touch me for at least the first year which Sir would then review. He did little to my knowledge have a plan tucked up his sleeve for the 1 year review! The house boy contract stipulated that I was in charge of all the cleaning, cooking, and serving of food. Sir was in charge of ordering what we needed. I would also clean Sir's Leathers and act as a table if he was desiring to use me as such at such a particular time. And of course not forgetting the boot shining -- I was good at that, and I loved it! It was a Wednesday and I had been living with Sir and being trained by him for two and a half weeks now. My little boy-tits were becoming more accustomed to the training into getting them bigger, and my cunt was definitely becoming much looser. Last night's training session there were no Chems involved, just some poppers. Sir and I were having breakfast. - Remember the first night we had together I told you about my very good friend Terry. - Yes Sir, I remember what you said about him very well. - He will be coming over this evening at 8pm. When you get home from the gym where you would normally have your two hour window of ''you time'', you will do a warm water enema which you know how to do by yourself now, and go down to the cellar. We'll be having a bonus training session with the toys to make your cunt nice and loose for when my special guest is here. - But Sir, I thought... - Go on boy. - I thought no man was to touch me for at least the first year of my training. - Correct. I want you freshly opened up as you will not just be serving us food and drinks, but you will be putting on a toy show for us.

This is what has happened to CumUnion in Indianapolis, and why I stopped going - they got greedy, limited the time to move as many people in and out as possible, and priced it beyond reason for the amount of time. They weren’t able to guarantee turnout to start with, and that was the surest way I can think of to make sure there wouldn’t be enough to make it worth the cost. They told me they had just implemented the change. I told them I would not be returning, and I had just paid my membership fee at that bathhouse for six months. It’s a shame. I had a couple of 20+ load CumUnion nights there.

I finished up what housework remained,while mr wilson dozed in bed.Looked in on him before I left and told him I would be back monday..."oh you'll be back....they ALWAYS come back"he said with a smirk.Leaving mr Wilsons I walked home,a strange feeling inside me as my ass was still adjusting to being violated and used,and cum was still leaking out 3 hours later.A dull throbbing could be felt...probably just a bit of internal bruising?Ignoring it,took a shower and cancelled my sat nite plans ate a tv dinner and went to bed.But sleep evaded me,my asshole would twitch a bit everytime I started to doze off,and a throbbing erection that dissapeared everytime I tried to stroke off in search of relief.When sleep finally came it was full of dreams about the seduction of the previous day complete with feeling mr wilson cumming,and his laugh and giggles as his semen shot from his body into mine.it seemed my mind was coping with being seduced while my body,now awakened by a skilled seduction only wanted MORE.Finally at 3am I was awakened by a puddle forming on my belly as cum shot from my erection and pooled there.Jeeze,like I was 15 again?But I did get a few hours sleep after that.

Having a guy shoot his load in mouth / down my throat is my reward for servicing and pleasuring the man I am with. To feel a cock spasm in my mouth and then release his man juice is the most exhilarating sensation 💦💦

If i only tasted my own cum, it would be alright, but sucking another man at a gloryhole and swallowing his load confirmed me as a cum lover forever. It tasted so good!

Free your mind...don't be so shallow...take a small dick! Make a guy's night!

Its the nature of things now. Guys aren't emotionally invested. Its all transactional. They aren't going to waste your time and theirs if things are going nowhere. Its nothing personal.

Chapter 10 - The Guest of Honor As Adam walked away, Brian went over and grabbed his clothes. He put his sneakers back on; the concrete patio was hot from the sun and he didn’t bring anything else to put on his feet. Everything else he balled up and set on a lawn chair by the pool, unsure what else to do with it. Walking around outside in just his Asics was a trippy experience for him. He could feel the warmth of the sun on his entire body, and he realized he wasn’t sure he’d ever been totally naked outside before. He was also aware of all of the eyes on him. The guys didn’t rush up and form a line. Many were eating, drinking, chatting. But almost all were watching. Brian wondered if this was going to be just a constant fuck fest, but to his relief it wasn’t. He was intent on having fun, a lot of fun, but he wasn’t sure he could take every single guy one after another. Jasper noticed Brian looking around like a deer at a rock concert, unsure what to do next. “Bri, come on over here man!” he waved the spatula and invited Brian back over to the grill area. As Brian got close, Jasper continued “That, my friend, was a good first showing. How do you feel?” “I’m not sure there are words for how I feel right now” Brian said contemplatively. “Ha, well, that makes sense. I hope you think sexy might be a contender though. That was a fucking hot show, but moreover, you are amazingly sexy Bri.” Brian blushed and nodded his head. He still wasn’t used to being thought of as sexy, not being a tanned football jock… “Here” Jasper tossed him a bottled water. “Drink up. Want a burger? Can’t have you passing out of an empty stomach while you’re playing.” He paused and looked up with a coy smile as if he just realized something “Well, maybe we could…. No no, this is a party, you should eat. And drink, there’s beer all over the place and a well stocked bar just inside. Raul is tending and he makes a mean Grasshopper if you want something sweet.” “Sure, thanks” Brian replied on auto-pilot, still getting his bearings. Jasper handed him a plastic plate with a cheeseburger on it, and nodded towards one of the tables. “Have a seat and enjoy.” It was blowing Brian’s mind that he was at a gay sex party, naked, cum still leaking out of his ass, holding a plate with a cheeseburger on it. This was definitely the weirdest day of his life. He sat down at the table with a couple other guys, thankful that the wrought iron chairs had padded seats. He was shy at first, listening as a couple of them talked about plans for visiting Washington DC for Leather Weekend. One guy, a late 30s redhead with a well-built and freckled body, quickly lost interest in that conversation and started chatting up the new twink at the table. “Oh hi, I’m Owen!” he said enthusiastically. “Can I just tell you how fucking young you look, and how fucking hot that is.” “Uh, thanks.” “Are you really 18? Not that I would…” “Watch it Owen…” another 30 something at the table cut him off before he could finish that sentence. This guy wasn’t quite as hot as Owen, and he was still wearing a tank top and jeans, as opposed to Owen’s green bathing suit and flip flops. “Yup, really 18” Brian replied. “A senior in high school, huh? How the hell did you wind up here?” the other guy asked. “Oh don’t be a fucking buzzkill George” Owen snapped. “He’s here because he’s a teenager, he’s horny, and he wants cock, obviously. Isn’t that right Brian?” “Yeah, um, Adam invited me, and… well I thought it was crazy at first. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and here I am.” Brian, George, and Owen chatted for a couple minutes while Brian finished his burger and Owen downed a beer. They talked about college, Boston, and Brian told him about his first encounter with Adam. Finally, Owen cut Brian off mid-sentence and asked “So, you ready for more cock boy?” Brian was a bit thrown by the sudden change of subject, but Owen leaned back and showed off the hard cock tenting his swimsuit. “Well, yeah, that’s why I’m here” Brian said with a smirk, starting to get used to being the guest of honor. Owen lifted his ass off the chair, quickly slid down his shorts, slumped back so his cock was standing up right at the edge, and said “hop on man.” Brian got up, rounded the table, and stood naked in front of Owen, whose green eyes lit up at the sight of Brian’s scrawny pale body in front of him. Unsure what to do now, Brian asked “Um, how do you want me?” “Turn around, and sit down on my cock.” Brian did as he was told, and turned around to see George smiling at the two of them with reluctant approval, and seeing several other guys turn their attention to him again for round two. He maneuvered back towards Owen and reached back, grabbing for Owen’s cock. As he found it in his hand, he guided his ass backwards and lined up his asshole the hard cockhead. This was a very new position for him, but he liked it. He was servicing a hot guy, and he was doing it completely of his own power. He slowly backed himself on to Owen’s cock. Owen was smaller that Adam by a couple inches, but it still felt great lowering himself on to a hard dick. He had to will himself to get Owen’s cock through his hole, as there was no one pushing into him this time. Once he got Owen’s cock inside him, he kept lowering himself down until his ass cheeks were firmly planted on Owen’s hips and he had taken his cock balls deep. Owen was holding Brian’s back as he paused for a second to adjust. Brian placed his hands on Owen’s knees and started picking himself up off the cock, and then slid right back down with a moan. “Fuck yeah boy, ride my cock. I can feel Adam’s cum in you you fucking slut, you 18 year old whore.” Owen thrusted his hips upward to meet Brian’s lowering ass, making him yelp. Brian kept picking himself up and lowering himself down as Owen continued hurling dirty talk at him. “Fucking faggot boy sliding on my hot cock. You love it you high school piece of shit. Take my man cock kid.” Compared to Adam, Owen didn’t last long. Brian had pulled himself almost all the way off, and getting egged on by Owen’s talk, slammed down on to his dick as hard as he could. He heard Owen shut up and groan as he bucked his hips up and released his load in Brian’s ass. After taking in Owen’s cum for a moment, Brian slid off Owen’s dick. Owen slapped his ass and said “thanks kid, that was hot. Enjoy that cum” before standing up and heading in to the house. Brian was again unsure what to do, but this time he didn’t have to wait long. An older guy, maybe 60, was laying down on one of the lounge chairs by the pool. He yelled over “Hey kid, come here.” Brian wandered over, still wearing just sneakers, swaying a bit as that strange position (and his second cock of the day) had left him kind of wobbly. As Brian walked up to the new guy, he swung his legs off the chaise lounge and beckoned Brian in close, and without saying anything else, grabbed Brian’s cock and took it in his mouth. Brian just stood there and received a nice blowjob from this guy whose name he didn’t even know. After a minute or so. he was fully hard. The guy let his dick out of his mouth and looked up at Brian. “So rude of those two to use your nice little hole but not even offer to get you off.” Brian hadn’t even really thought about it, but this guy was right. “Uh, yeah, I guess I haven’t cum yet.” “Jasper said your versatile?” “Yeah” “Good, then it’s time to get you off and empty your balls a bit.” He climbed back on to the lounge chair ass up and spread his cheeks, inviting Brian to enter. “Fuck me, young Brian”. His grabbed his hard, spit-covered dick and lined it up with the guy’s ass. The chair was higher than most lounges, so he had to stand up on the balls of his feet to reach, but sure enough, he slid his teenage dick into the old man’s warm ass. This guy was no Jake; he was far from a virgin. Brian’s cock slid in without too much trouble and found itself resting in a warm, comfortable hole. It felt different, not having to fight for each inch, but Brian liked it. It gripped his cock nicely and he easily bottomed out. He held his cock there for a moment before he heard the guy say “fuck me hard boy”. Brian accepted his invitation. He started pounding him as hard as he could, holding on to his hips for fear he would send him flying with a thrust. He was so zoned in on fucking this random guy that he didn’t notice how many partygoers were watching now. The sight of Brian’s young lean body taking control was getting the bottoms at the party all hot and bothered. Every muscle in his body was working hard in this position; his legs were straining as he stood up on his feet and bucked his hips hard, and his arms and chest were flexed as he held his prey in position. His body was beginning to glisten with sweat. The loud slapping noise punctuated an otherwise quiet moment at the party, accented by grunts from both the teenager and the old man. After a few minutes of hard pounding, Brian unleashed inside the man’s hole. He felt rope after rope of his cum flowing in to this guy’s ass as he finally exploded after getting fucked twice already. He kept thrusting his cock in deep in the guy’s ass until every last bit of cum had escaped his dick. Once he finished, the man simply fell back on to the lounge chair, laying on his stomach, and Brian heard him say “good job kid, thanks”. Standing there with a cum-soaked cock, Brian looked around and finally saw all his admirers watching, again. He had never felt more alive, more powerful, more wanted. He just wrecked the ass of some older man whose name he didn’t even know, at party full of gay men. He felt good. He walked over to a free lounge chair and laid down on his back, letting his naked skin soak in the sun while he caught his breath and giving his body a break after three intense fucking sessions. One tall skinny guy, probably in his early thirties, came over and cleaned off Brian’s cock with his mouth. Brian didn’t even say a word to him as he did, and soon enough he was taking Brian’s second load of the day down his throat. ******* It was getting later in the evening, and Brian was exhausted. By his count, he had been fucked 4 times, topped two guys, been blown by a couple more, and sucked off more than he could remember. He wondered how much cum he had inside him now, both in his ass and in his stomach. He had his ass eaten out once and had made out with several guys, some who he did more with, others who only wanted to kiss him and feel up his twink body. It hadn’t quite been a non-stop fuckfest for him; he had had time to walk around, take a dip in the pool, get a buzz off some delicious cocktails from the bar. It would have been quite a fun party even if he wasn’t naked and getting laid for most of it. As the sun started to set, he realized that he should probably get going home. He hadn’t told his parents he was going to be staying over anywhere, and if he stayed much longer they would be pissed that he didn’t update them on what he was up to. He went to find Jasper to let him know he was leaving, to thank him, and to figure out where they had put his clothes. Brian was sad he didn’t get to see Jasper naked, but he couldn’t complain after all the fun he had. He wandered in to the house and found Jasper coming down from upstairs. “Hey man, it’s getting late, I should be getting home. Do you know where my clothes went?” “So soon? Did we wear you out? You certainly did well out there today, you made a lot of guys very happy.” “Haha thanks. No it’s just that my parents will be expecting me.” “Right, I could almost forget you’re still in high school after watching you do what you did today. I put your clothes upstairs. Hold here one sec and I’ll show you up there.” Jasper walked off for a moment, but was back quickly and motioned for Brian to follow him up the stairs. “You know you are really a beautiful boy” he said as they reached the second floor landing. Brian chuckled “if you say so.” “You don’t think so?” “I’m just a skinny nerdy kid. Maybe if you could teach me how to put on some muscle and I could get a tan, then maybe.” “Kid, come on, you are one fucking hot twinky neg boy… well, for the moment.” With that, Jasper opened the door to one of the bedrooms and walked in. It was pretty dark in the room, the curtains were drawn, and Brian noticed that for some reason Jasper didn’t turn on the lights. Maybe the light coming in from the hallway was enough? Brian walked in expecting to find his clothes laid out on the bed, but instead he didn’t see anything. Then, all of a sudden, he felt Jasper leap on to him. He basically threw Brian up on to the bed and in a flash got on top of the boy so he couldn’t move. Brian figured Jasper wanted to fuck him quickly before he left, which he was totally fine with. “Jasper! I’ve gotta go but if you wanna do this quick I think I could take one more load.” Brian could barely see Jasper’s face, but he could make out what looked like an evil grin, and for some reason he didn’t respond and just held Brian still for a moment. “What?” Brian puzzled. Then he heard the door shut behind Jasper. Someone else had come in. Brian recognized the guy; he hadn’t talked to him at all yet at the party, but he had been staring at him all day. A muscled Italian guy whose name he didn’t know, he did see him chatting with Jasper alone a lot. The Italian walked up alongside the bed and grabbed Brian’s right arm, which had been hanging off the side of the bed, and that’s when Brian felt it. He felt the handcuff clasp closing around his wrist, and saw the Italian man fasten the other side to the wrought iron headboard. “What the fuck, hey guys come on I’ve got to go home!” Brian exclaimed as his playful tone started giving way to genuine concern. Then, Jasper hopped off of Brian to the other side of the bed from the Italian, all while keeping hold of Brian’s left arm. Brian started to struggle, but it was no use against Jasper’s powerful grip, and soon he saw a second pair of handcuffs get closed over his other wrist and attached again to the headboard. “What’s going on!?” Brian complained. “Should we do his feet too? I’ve got some rope” the Italian said with not an ounce of playfullness in his voice. “No,” Jasper replied, “he’s not going anywhere. Plus we have him face up so we’ll need good access to his ass. We can just hold down his legs if needed.” Then Brian saw the door open and a third guy walked in to the dark room. He flipped a dim table lamp on near the door, lighting up the room just enough for Brian to see what was going on. It was Adam. “Oh good, you got him” Adam said to Jasper and the Italian. Jasper moved around to the foot of the bed and grabbed Brian’s legs by the ankles. His legs were skinny enough that Jasper almost entirely wrapped one hand around each one and brought them together, holding Brian down in a totally vulnerable position. Brian looked up at him. Even though he had spent the day fucking around, his eyes were full of fear. This felt different. “Did you think there was any chance you were going to leave this house still HIV-negative Brian?” Jasper asked matter-of-factly? Brian didn’t say anything, but he could feel himself starting to shake as his nerves took hold. “I noticed you didn’t say a word about your status as you were fucking around all day. That’s fine. My guess is you think it’s hot, getting fucked by older men who might be poz, who might infect you, but you still think that you’ll probably leave here, go back to your boyfriend, and be totally fine. Well, kid, that’s not going to happen.” Jasper was right. Brian was playing a dangerous Russian roulette. He craved taking the poz cum because it was risky, but he hadn’t fully committed to chasing it. He acquiesced to being the guest of honor at the party and figured he’d roll the dice, but he had gotten away with it once and thought there was a decent chance he was going to get away with it again. Jasper slid down his shorts, and Brian could see a large biohazard tattoo crowning his cock and balls. He continued talking after Brian’s silence, malice intent now clear in his voice. “Adam told you he was going to make sure you got pozzed this time. And damnit, we’re going to make sure of it, just like when I pozzed him.” Brian started to struggle, attempting to use his still-free legs to get out of this mess, but Jasper was far too strong. He ended up just writhing around on the bed, his now sunburnt body straining against restraints that weren’t going to be escaped from, tears beginning to well his eyes. “Come on man, I’ve got to go home! My parents are going to kill me if I stay any longer!” Brian couldn’t deny that he knew the risks of coming here, so he just tried to get out of it with that excuse. But of course, Jasper was right. “Please don’t do this” Brian whimpered. “Why not?” Brian paused, unsure if there were any arguments that would get him out of this. Clearly his parents weren’t going to do the trick (although he was going to have to figured out what to tell them), and he gave up the right to say he didn’t want to get pozzed when he walked through the door. He could only think of one other thing. “My boyfriend.” “Umm… yeah?” Jasper replied mockingly. “I mean, if you are as big a slut as I think you are, you won’t tell him, and you’ll end up pozzing him too. And then I can add another convert to my collection.” “No!!” The Italian took hold of Brian’s right leg, and handed Jasper a toothbrush. Adam came over and took hold of the left. “Adam, please let me go.” Brian appealed to his first lover. Adam just laughed in his face. “Step one, let’s fuck up your little teenage boy pussy. Make sure we have easy access to that blood stream” Jasper said, as without warning he slid toothbrush into Brian’s ass and began working it around the inside of his still cum-filled hole. Brian cried in agony as he felt the bristles tearing up his already tender asshole. “Stop it! Please! Why are you doing this to me!?” “Because you want it boy!” Jasper barked back angrily. “And it’s young, preppy twink boys like you that are just such fun to infect and destroy.” He was beginning to sound downright sadistic. Adam was stone-faced, and the Italian looked a bit crazy. Jasper pulled out the toothbrush and climbed up on to his knees on the bed. He leaned up over Brian to show him the now-red bristles. “Look at that Brian, that’s your blood. Your ass is ready.” “Step two, ” he said as he moved back from on top of Brian, picked up his ass, and took his legs from the other two, moving them up on to his shoulders, “a fuck from a very toxic cock. I haven’t been on meds for over a year Brian. You know what that means, don’t you?” Brian was completely powerless. His lean arms were handcuffed to the bed, and he knew kicking at Jasper would just make it worse now. His face was red with anger and tears were beginning to drip down his cheeks from a mixture of rage and fear. He didn’t say anything. “It means this is GOING to poz you”, and as he said that he slammed his 9 1/2 inch cock into Brian’s wrecked asshole. Brian screamed at the top of his lungs. Nothing had hurt like this, and he certainly didn’t care who heard it now. Jasper went to work ruthlessly destroying Brian’s asshole. He was grunting with each thrust, clearly loving the feeling of the teenage hole on his huge cock. Brian yelped with each motion. Jasper’s cock was by far the biggest he had taken, and it was getting to new depths in his body. The pain of his bleeding asshole taking in the large intruder was counterbalanced by the fact he was pretty sure Jasper was hitting his prostate, which sent waves of pleasure through his body that cut through the pain every other second. “Take it kid! Take my poz cock. Yeah, you love it boy, don’t you! I’m going to make sure you’re slutty ass and that big dick of yours are nice and toxic by the time you get your diploma bitch boy.” Brian felt his own cock getting hard fast, despite the pain and the fear. With each stroke of his prostate, his dick responded with more and more excitement. So many feelings were flying through his mind that he felt high. He couldn’t think anymore. “Please!” Brian yelled “Please!” “Please what!?” Jasper growled back. “Please stop!” “WRONG! Please what!?” Jasper pulled Brian’s skinny legs up farther, causing is long dick to go in even a bit farther. “Please….poz me!” Brian screamed. “Yessss” Jasper grunted. Brian’s cock erupted, all on it’s own, and spew cum all over his bare chest and smooth stomach. “Oh fuck yeah you like this boy don’t you! Fuck boy here it comes. I’m going to change your life forever. FUCKKK…” Jasper growled, pulled Brian in to him, and unleashed rope after rope of toxic cum deep in to the 18 year old’s destroyed ass. Brian’s cock let out another rope of cum of it’s own as he felt himself getting filled up even more. “Fuck kid… fuck you are one hot little poz twink.” Jasper leaned over Brian, keeping his cock in the boy’s ass for now, and started kissing him. Brian didn’t fight it, he didn’t even think about, he just kissed him back. Jasper pulled his dick out slowly, and Brian’s hole felt empty as he did. He could feel cum flowing out him; he didn’t want to see what color it was. Jasper moved to replace Adam, standing beside the bed and holding down Brian’s left leg now that they weren’t on his shoulders. Adam crawled on to the bed, and didn’t say anything as he lifted up Brian’s ass and slid his cock in for the second time that day. Adam didn’t feel as huge as Jasper, but he also didn’t hit Brian’s spot as much, so this fuck was more pain and less pleasure. “Told you kid.” Was all Adam said as he thrust into Brian just as hard as he did outside earlier that day. He didn’t last very long this time, and quickly unleashed another load of toxic cum into Brian’s ass. Then, it was the Italian’s turn. As he moved in to position, Brian could see the tip of his cock was pierced. He began to freak again, as he knew this was going to hurt. And it did. The Italian’s cock was just as big as Jasper’s, but it wasn’t just sliding in to an already destroyed hole, it was fucking it up even more. As the Italian slammed his pierced cock into Brian’s tender ass, he screamed in pain again. His body was flexing every muscle trying to repel the invader, but it was no use against the metal handcuffs and the strong men holding him down. “Beg for it!” the Italian ordered. “I want to hear you beg!” At first, Brian didn’t say anything, tears flowing down his cheeks as he tried to catch his breath. Then he felt a sting across his cheek as the Italian slapped him hard. He had stopped fucking, and Brian realized it wasn’t going to end until he did what he wanted. He leaned over Brian and grabbed his shaggy brown hair. “I said beg for it.” “Poz me.” “Louder!” “Poz me! God it hurts so much just cum in me man, please! Poz me, poz me, poz ME!” That pushed the Italian over the edge. He pulled his cock all the way out, and slammed it all the way back in, unleashing his toxic cum directly into Brian’s blood stream. Brian went limp and just laid on the bed, panting and whimpering. Jasper placed his hand on Brian’s stomach, and with the other stroked Brian’s hair. He leaned in and gave Brian another kiss. “Good boy. You did good, Brian. You’re poz now. It may not show up on a test for a couple weeks, but there’s no doubt you’re one of us now. You’re an teenage, HIV positive, high school twink.” Jasper looked up at the Italian “Fuck, that’s hot to say.” He continued “You’re never going to be the same boy you were before you walked in to my house today. I expect to see you back again, and I expect you to use this nice cock of yours…” Jasper picked Brian’s still semi-hard cock up off his stomach “…to infect all the hot boys at BU, and maybe even that boyfriend of yours.” Jake’s smiling face flashed in Brian’s mind. How was he going to tell him? What was he going to tell him? Was this the end of what had been going so well, before it even really began? The Italian unlocked the handcuffs and left the room. Adam pulled up his shorts and gave Brian a simple “see you around”, as if he didn’t care at all. Jasper stayed with him on the bed one more moment. “Your clothes will be on the kitchen table downstairs. You can stay here as long as you need, and you can leave whenever you want. You did good baby boy. Welcome to the club.”

When you first meet Mitch, chances are you'd see just another white teenager trying to be cool by imitating the dress, mannerisms and swagger of his black friends. Like most people you'd probably just shake your head and wonder where his parents were when they should have been teaching him to stand up straight, look people in the eye, get good grades, make something of himself, etc. Maybe you're the exception, maybe you're the guy who sees through his macho act and realizes how insecure the kid really is, maybe you're like Terrell. From the moment Terrell spotted Mitch, he saw right through his false exterior. Even with only a moment's interaction, when T's sister introduced Mitch as the newest employee at the restaurant where she works, Terrell was sure that this kid was a poser, desperately trying to keep something secret from his family, or friends at school. Usually white boys acting like "wiggers" was nothing new, but T felt certain this kid was trying a little harder and worried a little more than he should be about keeping up appearances. "Sup Mitch? Nice to meet ya." Terrell said, sizing up the teen while moving in to shake his hand. Before he could clasp his palm with the boy's, Mitch slid his fingers back, slapped them with T's and fist bumped him. "Fo Sho' Terrell, Aisha been illin to bounce fo' hours son," T had a hard time not laughing at the over-exaggerated ebonics the boy used. "Good thing you showed on time or she'da put a hit on yo' ass!" "Best be leavin' then, peace out kid." After one more ridiculous slide/swipe/bump combo, Aisha and Terrell went to leave, as Mitch returned to work, putting away some packs of napkins on a lower shelf. T's dick swelled as the teen's jeans dropped dangerously low on his hips, almost taking his boxers with them, stopping just far enough for Terrell to catch a glimpse of his lily white ass crack and the soft blonde hairs glowing in the reflected light. Embarassed, the high schooler tugged them higher and turned to see if he'd been caught, accidentally allowing him to take in the view as T adjusted his monster snake through his jeans and boxer briefs. Usually straight boys are oblivious to such gestures (or they'll act like it is sick and wrong and possibly attack), but Mitch froze and his eyes widened a little, leading to he and T sharing a look before Mitch's cheeks went red and he whipped back to the napkins. "So that's what he's hiding," Terrell thought to himself, making a mental note to squeeze Aisha for more info on Mitch later that night. Pics that inspired Mitch and Terrell: Terrell was no stranger to closeted gay guys, especially in his line of work: dealing Tina, Coke, Gina and Molly to a large selection of users, ranging from teens to seniors, in every color imaginable. Often he'd helped a hot young gay dude come out by getting high with him and providing an opportunity for them to be alone, naked and surrounded by drugs. For the most part, T was accustomed to practicing these skills on guys who came to him to buy, so it hadn't really crossed his mind what he'd need to do to work his magic on a sober stud. Aisha was as helpful as she could be, without any knowledge of what her bro had in mind for the teen. Under the guise of small talk while they ate dinner, she divulged Mitch's age, family situation (two sisters in college, dad in another state, mom working 60-80 hour shifts as hospital administrator), area where he lived (about two miles away in a nicer part of town), personal history (moved here last year, only a few friends, saving up to buy a car), and so on. When she was finally finished and her boyfriend had showed up to drive her home, she unwittingly given T a plan of attack. Once the door clicked shut, Terrell hopped on his laptop and found Mitch on Facebook. His assumption that the teen was hungry for friends proved true when the friend request was accepted within moments of being sent. Now that he was in, it was time to do some research and make sure this boy was a homo. Photos and status updates confirmed that the only women in his life were his family and some close friends from his old town. Dating seemed to be the only thing excluded from his detailed, copious posts; a good sign for T. As more photos and posts loaded, T's jaw dropped as a photo of Mitch with some of his former school's fellow swim team members popped up. Terrell massive uncut cock pulsed at the sight of bare teen flesh like normal, but what made it surge to half-hard was the boy in the middle. Buff but trim, cut abs, pecs, thighs and calves, capped by wide shoulders and firm biceps, leading to a familiar smile and blonde mass of wet hair: it was Mitch, and he was hot as fuck. T pulled his jeans and undies to the floor, grabbed his bubbler, loaded a fat crystal and hit it while scrolling through more and more shots of Mitch's body, butt and bulge. From an initial inspection, he probably had average size dick and balls, but his butt was the definition of bubbly and his body was flawless. Stroking his foreskin over and down the head and shaft of his chocolate penis was causing his balls to tighten and droplets of precum to appear at his dickslit. The doorbell rang, eliciting some curses from T, but he smiled when the webcam on his porch revealed it was one of his regular clients, a law school student who bought Tina when he needed to pull an all-nighter… and also enjoyed getting Terrell's cock down his throat. "Come in and lock u[ behind you," Terrell commanded upon opening the door, not bothering to put his pants back on. Law boy did as requested then sat on the couch opposite Terrell's layzboy, and licked his lips while counting out his cash. T weighed a fat sack for the boy, admiring his easy handsome face and slim body, noticing for the first time how much he looked like a young Rob Lowe. "Get naked and I'll smoke you out." "Rob" seemed hesitant, since none of his previous visits required he get undressed. Still the sight of the shard T chose for the pipe changed his mind, and in a flash he was naked and stroking a respectable 7 inch cut penis. As they each took a hit from the pipe, T went back to looking at pics of Mitch, now on his phone, and lazily worked his own cock until the bowl was finished and "Rob" fell to his knees and started nibbling the foreskin and lapping at the balls, shaft and head. "I bet lil' mitchy would have a fucking aneurism if he walked in on this!" T thought, chuckling under his breath while pushing his cock deeper into Rob's mouth and gullet. Like a lightening bolt, it struck T that a little unexpected exposure to gay sex was exactly what Mitch needed in order for Terrell to plant a seed in the kid's brain. Pushing his cock in Rob's mouth until his balls rested on the 22 yr old's chin, T found Mitch's number and dialed him. Rob: "Sup, who dis?" Mitch answered, catching T off guard for a second. "This is T, ya know, Terrell, Aisha's bro." T tried his best to make the boy feel like he was convincingly ghetto, but he was slightly distracted by the fag tonguing his shaft. " Just wondering if you got plans for Saturday night after you get off work. Me and some buds are gonna play ball at the park then head back to my place for some smoke and cocktails." "Sounds awesome bro," for a moment Mitch almost forgot to speak poorly, then calmed himself enough to return to his previous pattern. "Can't smoke cuz' the shit job does random UA's man, but I'd be down to play ball and hang. Lemme run and check with my moms real quick to see if it's coo." As Mitch put the phone down, T could still hear him talk to his mother, suddenly becoming the perfect little preppy boy, saying all the right shit that moms love and promising he won't drink, smoke or be out past 11. The sound of this little boy begging his mommy to come get corrupted was too much for T, who grabbed Rob from the floor, shoved his discarded undies in his mouth, turned him around and bent him over the couch. Rob was obviously freaked, so Terrell shoved some poppers under his nose while reaching into his discarded jeans for a small container of boy butter. Still as he pressed his cock head against the law student's sphincter, he heard some mumbles about a condom, which just made him laugh. Instead he shoved the poppers back under Rob's nose, then pressed his weight into the boy, forcing him up against the back of the couch, including his face, muting his cries as T's fat head burst into Rob's hole. He had every reason to cry since Terrell's cock was now somewhere in the range of 10-11 inches and as thick as a 40. Mitch came back on the line and told Terrell he was in, asking who all would be there. Pumping deeper and deeper into Rob's cunt, T tried to sound normal as he explained it would be some friends and maybe a guy or two from grindr. Silence was all that came back over the phone line for a minute until Mitch expressed wonder at what grindr was. The pause meant Mitch knew exactly what it was, and he probably had a profile on there. Terrell explained in g-rated terminology what grindr was used for, and Mitch finally, reluctantly agreed to be there after his shift Saturday. As soon as the call ended, T flipped Rob on his back and slammed back inside the law bitch, making his scream and try desperately to get away. T had an obvious advantage when it came to making Rob stay put, since he was almost a foot taller than his victim bottom at nearly 6'7" and worked out for three hours everyday, building his body into a fuck machine! Pinning Rob with one hand, he resumed raping his ass while his free hand did a search on grindr. With some minor modifications to the age, location parameters and interests, T had no trouble coming up with Mitch's profile. As he suspected, Mitch had taken a pic from his swim team collection and blurred his face and the background. Still Terrell was confident it was him. Clicking on his other photos, he moaned when the next photo was one of Mitch grasping his hard 6 inch cock on a twin bed that T guessed to be in Mitch's room. Posters featuring the X-men and pink floyd hung behind him on the wall. Again the face was blurred, but that didn't stop T. Clicking for the last photo, he felt his balls tighten at the sight of Mitch doggy style on that same bed, with a magic marker shoved up his hole. Plowing as deep as he could caused his cum to explode far up Rob's hole, as well as making the poor boy scream and pass out. Pulse after pulse of jizz coated the unconscious boy's innards until T felt woozy too and collapsed onto the inert body of the law boy he'd just made into a law man. --- Rob's rape: When Rob came to, T was wearing some bball shorts while a tall thin white dude covered in tattoos worked his 8 and 1/2 inch cock in and out of Rob's hole. Terrell had been calling bros to see who he could get for Saturday and when Yuri told him he needed to stop by to re-stock on tina, it only seemed polite to offer Rob's ass as a bonus. Tears ran down the student's cheeks as he resigned himself to being a cumdump for the two men that night, hitting the pipe again as much as he could in hopes of forgetting what happened when he left three hours later, sloshing around with 4 loads inside his butt. Yuri: Next time...

#3. Jason I had managed to drift off a bit, into a liminal state between wakefulness and sleep, where my mind was able to wander and to imagine what was would happen the rest of the afternoon. I was interrupted by a light knock on the door. It shocked me back to the present reality. "Ready?" Nathan asked, but the door was still closed. "Yeah," I said. I sat up on the side of the bed, and then shakily, I stood up, ready for my next man and my next breeding. The door opened, and a tall black man stepped inside. From the light spilling in from the hallway, I could see an impressive mane of dreadlocks hanging down his back. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, and a black tank top. Even in the dim light of the bedroom, it easy to see that he was impressively muscular. "Hey," he said, as Nathan closed the door behind us. I had to look up to see his face. He had a wide smile and a bit of a goatee. He had definitely taken care of himself, but I still guessed that he was probably in his early 40s. He was starting to show his age: his goatee was dark but was flecked with bits of grey. Plus, as I looked closer, I saw that his dreads also had bits of grey. The grey only re-enforced a quiet confidence about him, he knew his place in the world and he had the strength to assert it. "Hi," I said. "I'm Jason." I felt very small next to him, almost vulnerable, especially wearing just the thin jockstrap. He smiled. "I know," he said. "I'm Eli." He took a small backpack off, and put it on the floor next to the bed. In a surprisingly smooth motion, he pulled off his tank top, flipping his dreadlocks over his shoulder and down his chest. His chest was just as muscled as his arms, and the dreads hung all the way down to just below his waistband. "Having a good afternoon?" he asked. "Yeah, I am." I said. On a dark street, I'd be trying to avoid him, but in the intimate setting of a bedroom, he seemed surprisingly calm and easy-going. "Uh, Intense, but also very fun," I said. "That's what I want to hear, white boy,” he said. He took off a watch and put it on the bed table, then kicked off his sneakers. He reached into his backpack, and pulled out a glasses case, just like Sean's earlier in the day. "You party?" he asked me. "Yeah, I do. Did some earlier today," I had a warm flush race over my body. I was already anticipating the rush of the drugs. "Good," he said. "But now it's time for us to share a bowl." He pushed down his sweatpants, exposing very tight pair of white underwear. I tried not to stare; it was literally the biggest basket I had ever seen. I wondered how I was going to be able to take it all in either my mouth or ass. Through the tight fabric, I could see a fat, long shaft seemingly wrapped around his hip. In addition, he had heavy balls that were pressed against his underwear. He pretended not to notice my stare, and sat down on the bed. He motioned for me to sit next to him. I sat down, feeling the warmth of his body so close to mine. Only then did he open the case and pull out the glass pipe with a fat bag of tina. He loaded up the bowl with the drug, carefully measuring out far more than I thought we would need. "Don't want to try to reload it with my hands covered in lube," he said, grinning. He had a brilliant white smile, greatly enhanced by the contrast with his rich, dark skin. I tried to focus on him filling the pipe, but my attention kept on shifting between the pipe, his muscular chest and arms and most of all, his massive basket. "That should be just about enough for me, I think," he said. I looked at the pipe, and there was a huge pile of crystal in it. He dug into the bag again, and added several more big shards. "And just a bit for you." He took a torch and started to heat the bowl, melting the mound of drugs. "You first," he continued. "Guys always seem to need a bit of help to handle me." He twitched his cock; even through the underwear I could see exactly how big it was. He handed me the pipe, and I put the stem in my mouth. He continued to hold the torch and it wasn't much longer before the pipe began to sputter and smoke. I took a long hit, filling my lungs with the thick smoke. "Don't skimp on it," he said, urging me ever onwards. "Nathan says you're pretty much a virgin, to both partying and getting fucked. So you need to get loaded. In both senses." Even after he took the torch away from the bowl, it still filled up with the smoke a few more times. Under Eli's watchful eyes, I made sure I got every bit of the drug. "Good job. Now, shotgun it to me," he said. I turned to him and he opened his mouth. Our lips locked while I exhaled my hit into his lungs. He surprised me, holding the kiss for longer than needed. His tongue started to explore my mouth. His free hand wrapped around me, and he pulled me closer. I didn't expect this closeness from such a man. Pressed tight up against him, I could tell his body was solid; he was all muscle and not a bit of fat. "Oh fuck, that's good," he said as he exhaled my hit. "That first one is always the best, don't you think?" I just nodded in agreement, and handed him the pipe. "The second hit doesn't suck either," I said, as he put the pipe in his mouth and started to heat it up again. Still warm, it didn't take long for the bowl to begin smoking again. He puffed on the pipe much longer than I did, rolling it back and forth on the torch and letting the bowl really fill up each time, before sucking the white clouds into his lungs. He held the hit for a while as he handed me the pipe and torch. "Your turn," he said, letting only the slightest bit of the cloud escape. Greedily, I took the stem and started to smoke it. I kept the torch on it, but I hardly needed it to get a good hit. "Here's some extra for you," Eli said. He exhaled his hit right into my face, engulfing my head with a thick white cloud. Even though he was only a few inches from me, I could barely seem him through the dense smoke. As Eli's cloud slowly dissipated, I finished up my own hit, and let the torch go out. The drug hit my system quickly, and it was clear that Eli's source was very good. This was some potent tina. His cock was going to be a real challenge, but with the powerful drug fueling me, I knew it would be an incredibly fun ride. I held my hit as long as I could and then exhaled. The familiar feeling of horniness was hitting me. I wanted to get Eli naked, explore his body and most of all feel that massive cock in my hungry, needy hole. "My turn," he said, taking the pipe from me. I could see that we were nowhere near exhausting the pipe; there was still a big pool of crystal at the bottom of the bowl. While Eli heated up the pipe again, I wondered if he was planning to smoke the entire thing during his short visit with me. I was definitely nearing the limit for my drug use; I didn't know what I would do or how I would behave if I smoked any more. Eli seemed to have no such concerns as he sucked down on the pipe, carefully letting the bowl re-fill several times. "Ready?" he asked me, as he pulled the stem out. I nodded and exhaled, ready for him to shotgun his hit. He leaned in, forced his mouth against mine, and blew his hit into my lungs. Compared to Eli's lungs, I could barely take much from him. He filled me up far before he had gotten close to finishing exhaling. We continued the kiss and I ran my hands over his smooth, muscular chest. There was just a hint of hair leading down from his navel, disappearing into his tight white underwear. I ran my finger along the waistband, wondering what was hidden behind the taut fabric. "You wanna smoke my other pipe, boy?" he asked me, as he exhaled the last of his hit. "Yeah, I do," I said. I was a bit scared of the sheer size of his bulge, but knew that his size was the least of the dangers that Eli presented to me. "Can I?" I asked. "Of course," Eli said. "Isn't that what you're here for? Sucking my cock and making me feel good." He stood up, and pushed down his briefs. I nearly gasped when I saw what he had been packing: a fat, thick, long, cut black cock. It was the largest cock I had ever seen and it wasn't even hard yet. At the base hung two large balls. Somehow, Eli had managed to slip a metal cockring on. It pushed his equipment out and further emphasized just how well endowed he was. "Yeah, I know. It's a monster,” he said, noticing how I was staring. "Isn't it?" "Yeah," I said, almost speechless at his endowment. Coupled with his easy-going masculinity, he was like an ebony god. Eli sat back down on the bed, his legs spread wide. "Gotten anyone else this big today?" "No one as big as you today. Or ever." "All white boys today?" he asked me. "Yeah," I said. Suddenly, I wanted his black cock in me. I wanted it because it was big, because it was hard, and most of all, because it was black. It was the ultimate transgression, the mixing of the races. "That's too bad," Eli said. "Come on, Jason," he said, "Kneel down and find out how good black cock can be. Show it some respect. Give my black mamba a kiss." He motioned for me to get between his legs. Mesmerized by his cock, I did what he told me to do. I got off the bed and knelt down between his legs. Like the rest of his body, his legs were solid blocks of muscle. I could imagine him closing them around me and crushing me easily. Leaning in to his groin, I let my nose fill with his scent. He smelled like a man should: a bit of sweat, a bit of musk, and a bit of dirt. It was almost as good as a hit of poppers. "Like it, huh?" he said. I looked up at him; he was flashing a brilliant white smile while waiting for me to take his cock into my warm mouth. Again, I didn't know what to say. I was drunk on his maleness and flying on his drugs. "Yeah," I finally managed. "Right on," Eli said. "One more hit for you, white boy. Then you can get to work and get me hard and wet." He held the pipe out for me to take. I rested my arms on his thick legs and he positioned the stem in my mouth. He also took care of the torch for me. He melted the crystal so that a beautiful wisp of white smoke escaped from the bowl. "Go ahead," he said, when the pipe was just right. "Hit it." I did my best. I wanted to impress him. I drained the bowl a few times and let my lungs fill up with the smoke. Finally I nodded, letting Eli know that I was more than satiated. I was right at the edge; another hit and I'd be too far-gone to control myself. But for now, I was at just the right place. All I could think about was getting him hard and getting him off. And finding out more about him: I wondered what his story was, and how he had joined this unique club of men, the band of men whose cocks could kill. "My turn with the glass cock," he said, as he took the pipe from my mouth. "And your turn on the black cock," he said as he pointed to his cock. "Go ahead, suck on it." I leaned in and took the head of his cock into my mouth. There was already a bead of pre-cum there for me to lick off. I had to be careful not to exhale any of the crystal smoke. I didn't want to waste any of it. While I started to get myself acquainted with Eli's cock, he watched me intently. I licked his head and then started on the shaft. "Nice, Jason," he said. "I like a boy that can hold his hit like that. You're gonna do just fine when you're choking on my shaft." With that, he put the pipe in his mouth and lit the torch. While he heated up the pipe, I stretched my mouth wide, and started by swallowing his cockhead. Even soft, he was more than a mouthful and I strained to get even just the head into my mouth. But it tasted so good. He was a delicious combination of sweat and pre-cum. I didn't care how hard it was going to be to take the entire thing. After a bit of effort, I was able to get his whole cockhead in my mouth. Eli was patient, doing his hit, but still moaning softly when I ran my tongue over his piss slit. While I could still breathe, I exhaled my hit and engulfed both of us in a thick white cloud. Eli finished doing his hit. He held the still-smoking pipe in one hand. "Take more of it, Jason," he said, resting his other hand on the top of my head and gently pushing me onto his cock. "It's feeling so good already." His challenge was clear, as was my goal: we both wanted me to deep throat his huge cock. Opening my mouth even more, it was easy to take an additional inch or so. But then his cockhead hit the back of my throat. I dreaded the next, necessary step. In response to the tina and my oral skills, Eli's cock grew longer, fatter, and harder. At first, he didn't get as long as I feared; his cock mostly got fatter as the blood rushed in and lengthening a bit. But, the downward curve in the middle got more pronounced, making it harder to work into my mouth. As I lavished more attention on it, his cock started to get longer. It was when I least expected it that it began to grow longer. A lot longer. Terrifyingly longer. It grew from nearly eight soft inches to a hard and enormous eleven inches. "It's big. I know." he said, exhaling his hit. "And the better you are, the bigger it gets." "Don't think you're near done," he said, before putting the pipe back in his mouth. I had got as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. The next step would be to let him invade my throat. It wouldn't be easy. But then, the entire day seemed to be about things that weren't easy, about things that scared me. This would be one more thing like that. His cock was hardly easy and more than just a bit scary. "Come on, Jason," he said, taking the pipe out of his mouth for a moment. "It's not going to deep throat itself." Eli flicked the torch and started to do another hit. I did my best to relax, finding the hiss of the flame strangely comforting. My mind was racing because the drugs, and the torch's white noise helped me to focus. I swallowed slightly, and forced myself further down onto his cock. "Oh, fuck. That's what I was looking for," Eli said, as his cockhead entered my throat. His shaft more than filled my narrow throat. As he started to press against my windpipe, Eli hit the glass pipe hard. He seemed to be mocking my inability to breath at all as he took in deep lungfuls of air mixed with the rich methamphetamine smoke. I was on the edge of gagging, but couldn't bear the thought of disappointing him by choking. Instead, I focused on the discomfort of his cock in my throat. I was the one letting him dominate me. I was the one who was eagerly swallowing his fat snake. I was the one who was choking on his black pipe. I was the one who was unable to breath. And I was the one whose cock was twitching at the entire experience. I kept on taking more of his cock down my throat and wondering if I would ever get to the base of his shaft. I had my eyes tightly closed, focusing on getting his entire dick into my throat. When I heard Eli exhale his hit, I opened my eyes just in time to see another big cloud of smoke drift down. Even though it felt like I was stuffed full of his cock, I could now see that it looked like I had barely taken any of it. I couldn't imagine how I was going to get the rest of his dick into my throat. At the base of his dick his close-trimmed pubic hair still seemed so far away. "Just relax, Jason. Other boys have taken it all. You'll take it all as well. I'm sure of it," he said. I wasn't clear if had made a prediction or given me a command. He rested an arm on the top of my head, pressing down on me. In response, another half inch of his cock slid into my throat. He leaned over and planted a kiss on the top of my head, as I suppressed the urge to gag again. "Great way to be spending the afternoon," he said. "Hot fucking white muscle boy sucking my cock while I get high. Only a few more inches for you to swallow, white boy." I closed my eyes again, and focused on the warmth of his shaft. It was gently pulsing in time with his heartbeat. I knew if I thought about how thick his cock was or how long it was, I would immediately start gagging. The warmth was something safer and easier to concentrate on. It reminded me how alive Eli was, how real this experience was, and how much we both needed it. My body was starved for air and my mind was filled with crystal, so was hard to focus on any one thing. This scattering of thoughts was a blessing in disguise, because my brain managed to turn the lack of focus into not just a desire for sex, but also a need for Eli's cock and especially his cock in my throat, my ass, and my body. I built up a world where the only way I would live was to take his entire shaft into me. Even though each small millimeter of his shaft stretched and scratched my throat, I took it. I had heard of cock worship before, and I knew with certainty that this was what I was now doing. Was this how a fundamentalist Christian thought of his relationship to Jesus? But instead of a mythical man who died for our sins, Eli was a very real man. A very real man whose semen carried the seeds of my own salvation. A very real man whose cock I was impaled on. "Right on Jason. Only a bit more to go," Eli said. I opened my eyes again, and saw that I had almost taken his entire cock. My throat was stretched wide. I wondered if his cockhead was already in my stomach. But I repressed those thoughts and instead concentrated on the good: on how he was going to give me a new life. A diseased life, yes, but a life without worry, a life without shame or fear, and most entrancing, a life with Nathan. While I worked the last half inch of his cock into my throat, Eli did another hit. As he puffed on his glass pipe, I took the last of his black pipe. My chin was right against his balls, his short pubic hairs were scratching my nose, and my mind was exploding in pride at having taken all of this dark god's manhood in my mouth. "Damn, boy. That's so fucking hot, seeing you choke down all of my cock," Eli said. He exhaled his hit, another big cloud. "Seems like you deserve a reward." He must not have exhaled all of the hit, since another cloud drifted down when he finished talking. "And I know just what you need to get ready for the next level." I wondered what he meant by the next level, but I had to focus on the living, pulsing snake inside of me. His cock was right at the edge of my abilities, and I didn't want to disappoint him. "That was amazing," he said, and started to gently lift my head off his cock. Even though pulling off his shaft was a lot faster than swallowing it, it still felt like it took forever. Whenever I thought I was almost done and waiting for his cockhead to pop back into my mouth, there was another inch with no satisfaction. Finally, the fat cockhead entered my mouth from my throat, and I could breath again. I gasped for air, staring at the glistening shaft in front of me. Still wet with my spit, it hung down from its own weight. I wanted to suck it again, to keep it hard and happy, and to get that hot and deadly reward. "Glass cock for you, now," Eli said. "I think I'm good," I said, but I still straightened up and got ready for the pipe. "You were very good at sucking my cock. But you can always do another hit of tina," he said, as he stuck the stem in my mouth. I didn't protest. Eli lit the torch, and heated up the bowl. I was surprised that there was still any crystal left in it, but the bowl quickly filled with the white smoke I didn't know I was craving. I inhaled, easily draining the bowl a few times in succession. "More," Eli said. I let the bowl fill up again, and then drained it again. "Still more," he said, and I repeated the process two more times. "Good enough," he said. Not wanting to disappoint the ebony god, I took a few more hits, until my lungs were nearly bursting. "Better," he said. "Now, hold it for me." As he had been feeding me the crystal, I had felt his cock brush against my chest, and knew that I'd do anything to feel him inside me once more. I did as I was told; holding the hit of crystal was such a small thing to do to make him happy. He leaned in. "Don't exhale before I tell you to," he said, before he locked lips and began to kiss me. With his mouth covering mine, I couldn't have exhaled even if I wanted to. Besides, he had told me not to exhale, and I needed to make him happy. Plus, I was enjoying the intimacy that he was willing to share by kissing me. That such a masculine, dominant man was willing to open himself up to another man was an unusual situation for me. He continued to probe my mouth as his hard cock rubbed up against my chest. I could barely contain myself; I wanted to jump on top of him, and feel his thick rod penetrate my hole. But I knew that would come soon enough. I did my best to restrain myself, despite the tina coursing through my veins. Breaking off the kiss just long enough to speak, he said, "Give me your hit." I exhaled into his mouth, and he sucked up my entire hit. I was glad to finally get a chance to breath again, but wondered how I would behave once the hit took effect. "Nice hit," he said, holding it in his lungs. He broke off the kiss, and stood up. His cock was level with my face, and I took the opportunity to lick off the head. "Not quite yet. But it's good you are an eager boy," he said, pulling me off his shaft. He turned around, and knelt on the bed. "First, lick my ass," he said, pushing his muscular cheeks right in my face as he exhaled the hit. Without thinking, I dove into his ass, licking his musky, sweaty hole. As I did it, he lit the torch and did another long hit. I pushed my tongue into his hole, feeling him open up for me. He moaned in pleasure as I probed his warm hole. It was a totally unexpected move from him, to let me lick, kiss and penetrate such a private part of his body. He was such a textbook example of a dominant top, but I would eventually let him enter and penetrate me and fulfill his own imperatives. As I licked his ass, he continued to suck on the pipe and filled his lungs. "Oh fuck," he said, "Don't stop." The torch went out, and I heard three more puffs on the pipe. I pressed my face deeper into his ass, my tongue pushing as far as I could into his tight hole. From how tight he was, it was clear it had been a long time, if ever, since he had taken a cock. And he had certainly never taken anyone as large as he was. I lost myself in his ass. His muscular ass cheeks pressed against my face, forcefully reminding me of my place in the world. I could taste the sweat and musk on his tight hole, reminding me what I was doing. I didn't mind; I was where I wanted and needed to be. I was kissing a god's ass. It wouldn't be long before this god rewarded my dedication to him with what he alone could provide me with that afternoon: a hard, deep, raw interracial fuck, ending with a thick load of this black stud's HIV-infected sperm. As I probed, explored and pleasured Eli's ass, he continued to hit the pipe, heating the bowl, drawing a hit, holding it, and then exhaling it slowly. Given my position, I took the opportunity to reach around his waist and grab his now-hard cock. It was still wet and slippery enough from my blowjob; it was just slippery enough for me to easily stroke it, even if it was so thick it was hard for me to wrap my hands around it. "Oh damn, boy," Eli moaned between hits. "That's what I need. Lick my ass and stroke my cock." I wanted him inside me. Although the two men were completely different, I couldn't help but think of Nathan. Each of them epitomized a particular model of masculinity and used it to command obedience and respect. Nathan was the perfect example of an understated, mature man, confident in knowing what he wanted and certain that he would get it. In the wild associations of my drugged-out mind, I pegged him as almost British. In contrast, Eli was brash, almost loud about his masculinity. His manhood was wrapped in muscle, swagger, and the unerring knowledge that he could take anyone in a fight. For either one of them, I wanted to be their bottom and was overjoyed at letting them satisfy their needs with my body. Now it was my turn to moan. "Please, Eli. Fuck me," I said, while I licked his tight, unsullied asshole. Once I had formed the mental image of his cock sliding into my hole, complete with his heavy balls dripping their sweet and deadly pre-cum into my body, it was hard for me to imagine any other pleasure. I wanted him to fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me deep, and finally breed my hole. I knew it was going to happen, but now I couldn't wait. I needed to be penetrated, and I was hungry for more sperm--his sperm--in my hole. "Got that itch now, don't you, white boy?" he asked me. "That tina finally kicking in for you, huh?" He had put down his pipe, and was enjoying me rimming him. He got off his arms, and turned around on the bed. Because of his new position, I couldn't rim him any more, but now had a close-up view of his cock. He handed me the pipe and torch. "One more hit for you, boy," he said. I knew better than to protest, even though between Sean and Eli, I had done more than enough. I was worried about doing more. I worried that I'd loose control and end up going further than I had ever planned. I took the pipe, and saw that even after all we had smoked, there was still plenty of the drug left in the bowl. Despite my misgivings, I forced myself to light the torch. I heated up the bowl, getting ready for the hit. As a few wisps of smoke started to escape from the pipe, I inhaled and drained the bowl. "If you want to take this," Eli said, grabbing his cock and giving it a good shake. "You're going to want to do that. And a lot more than just that." I didn't doubt him; it was a big cock he had. I drained the bowl a few more times, then held the cloud in my lungs for as long as I could. Eli took the pipe from me, and set it on the bed table. In exchange, he grabbed the lube and poppers. "Don't pass out there, white boy," he said, as he finally gave me permission to exhale. I looked up at him; he was looking down at me, his dreads had fallen over his shoulder and were hanging down his chest. "Go ahead," he said, his brilliant white teeth flashing against his dark skin. I smiled and he nodded; his dreads bounced against his taut skin and then hit me in the face. Surprised by the sudden contact, I exhaled and the white smoke momentarily obscured his dark skin, and hid his black cock. I was now totally lost in the high, not caring about anything but pleasure. He reached down, grabbed me by my shoulders and roughly threw me onto the bed. "You'll need these," he said and tossed the poppers by my head. As he forced my legs apart, I remembered that he had said "need," not want" about the poppers. I did a quick hit. He grabbed my hips and pushed them up, so that my ass was level with his cock. I was now on all fours with him kneeling behind me. We were in a perfect position for the long-awaited anal pounding to begin. He was fully erect and ready; I could feel his cockhead rubbing up against my ass. And I was itching for a fucking, but still wasn't sure if I could take his massive cock. "Go slow," I asked him. "I've not been fucked much before." "I go at my pace, boy," he replied. "But don't worry. You'll love every second." He poured some lube on my ass, and stuck two fingers into me. "You've got a tight white hole. Gonna feel fucking good opening it up with my fat black cock," he said. He added a third finger, and just as I got used to the three, he inserted a fourth. I knew that asking him give me a chance to get used to it would probably be futile, so I opened the poppers and did a hit. "Maybe a bit slower?" I tried. "Right on. That will open you up good, Jason." I think it was the first time he had used my name that afternoon. But there wasn't much time for me to think about it before the poppers hit, and I found myself pressing up against his hand, trying to get his fingers deeper into me. He slid them in and out a bit, letting me get used to it. "You hungry for it, boy? Want to get opened up by my monster?" He was more accurate than he knew in his description of my need for his cock. I was not just hungry; I was starving. The poppers were still in full force, not the mention the crystal. The two drugs answered for me. "Yes, please. Give it to me." He poured more lube on his cock and worked it into the length and girth of his shaft. I did another hit from the poppers; I knew I was going to need all the help I could get. Eli pressed his cockhead against my hole. My experience had been that big cocks rarely got very hard; Eli was definitely an exception. Even just his cockhead felt like he was trying to force a boulder into my hole. He kept one hand on my ass, guiding me down on his cock, while the other hand steered his shaft into my hole. Of course, he had to force the cockhead into me, in order to just open me up. But once he got in, he paused and allowed me to get used to his size and presence. Even through the all the enhancements I had done, he hurt. He hurt like a dull glowing poker was being rammed into me. He hurt like that very first hit of crystal, the one that had permanently opened my eyes. "Just relax," he said. He tightened his grip on my waist, letting me know not only that he was near me and ready for me, but also that he was holding me down, holding me in place. I couldn't squirm away from his cock, nor did I want to. I did my best to manage this dilemma, starting by taking another hit of poppers. Right when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, he pulled out. But the relief I imagined his absence would give me didn't come. I could still feel my muscles stretched and screaming, trying to close up around where his cock had been. He took the opportunity to squeeze more lube right into my hole, and the cold fluid finally brought me some respite by numbing some of the most painful sections of my ass. Before my hole could close completely back up, he slid his cockhead back into me. This time, the pain wasn't so intense and the pleasure almost obvious. He was able to press a few centimeters of his shaft into my hole. "Relax," he said. However, the details of trying to relax when I had a fat, hard cock stretching my ass open were far from easy. I did another hit of the poppers, and focused on how warm and alive his cock felt. Even if there was a rubber that fit Eli, I didn't think he could fuck me with a condom on. It was only the ability for each of us to feel the other so intimately and completely that even made his penetration of me possible. Eli was dripping pre-cum, which really helped lubricate his passage into my body. He would push in a bit, forcing me to open up, then pull back, and let me relax. Despite his outward swagger and bravado, the reality of the fuck was surprisingly slow and measured. After a few minutes of work with Eli pressing his cock into me, and me struggling to stay relaxed and open, we had gotten about a third of his cock into my hole. He paused. "How are you doing, boy?" he asked. "Good, actually," I answered. "I thought this was going to be a lot worse than it is." With the help of the drugs and my eager hole, I was opening up nicely for Eli. "As I said, the first time is always slow and easy." "It's good." Not only did it not hurt as much as I had feared, I was also finding a lot of pleasure in taking his big black cock. There was something deeply natural about this black stud forcing his raw cock into my white ass. It was natural that his thick black tube was dripping infected pre-cum into my vulnerable hole. I pushed back against his shaft, and felt another inch slide into me. "Not that bad, huh?" Eli said. He leaned over me and I felt the heat of his muscular body against my back. "Want more?" he whispered into my ear, his breath warm, moist and close. I nodded without ever thinking. I wanted all of his cock inside me. I wanted him to start pounding me. I wanted him to tell me who was the dominant man this afternoon, who was the one with the cock, who was the one who would force me to take his pre-cum deep, and who was the one that would shoot his load deep in my in my hole. He paused for an agonizing moment, while he poured a bit more lube on his cock and let it dribble into my hole. "You're doing great there, Jason," he said. "Fucking hot, seeing my black cock slide into your tight white hole." He thrust his hips, and I felt one more inch of his cock slide into me. I was getting used to being the bottom. While this might have once been too painful, all I could feel was the pleasure of my ass getting opened. "Almost there, boy. Just another few inches, and you'll be properly impaled on my cock." I took another hit from the poppers, and nodded my head for him to proceed. I was not just ready for it, but needed it. I needed it like I had never needed cock before He took my cue, and pushed further in. The next inch was surprisingly easy, but then his head hit something deep in my body. I gasped, and realized I had never been penetrated this deep before. "It's that last bit that's always the hardest," Eli said. "Deep breath. Long hit. And we'll drive it all the way home." I took a big breath, opened the poppers, and, as instructed, did a long hit. Eli stood still while I sniffed from the brown bottle. As I put them away, he gently rocked his cock back and forth, exploring just how deep he could go before the pain overcome the pleasure. He then waited for the poppers to hit me. "Please," I moaned, once again thinking only of the pleasure for my hole. He pushed in the rest of his fat cock. It still hurt, but it was much better; if he only gave me a few more minutes of gentle probing by his cock, I would be in pure heaven. "It's all the way in, boy. Balls deep in that hungry white hole." He pulled his cock out some, then pushed it back in. "So fucking tight. Going to be fun getting you opened up properly." "Opened up?" I asked. My sex-fogged mind wondered what he meant by that; I thought he had finished doing just that. He didn't say anything in reply. Instead, he slowly pulled out the entire length of his cock until only the cockhead remained in me. Then, he pushed it all back in, until his low-hanging balls were once again slapping against my ass. "Right. Opened up properly," he said. He continued to thrust in and out of my hole, slowly increasing both the force and the speed of the thrusts. "It can take a lot for me to get off." I did another hit from the poppers and relaxed while Eli continued to pound my hole. As he got in deep, there was still a bit of pain each time his thick head found some new stretch of virgin, untouched territory. But it was a manageable pain and a small price to pay for the glory of his massive cock fucking me properly. As he continued, his pace changed: his thrusts were slower but deeper. Eli leaned into me, forcing me onto my stomach and resting all of his muscular weight on me. His body was already warm and definitely sweaty from the fuck, alternately he would stick to me and then slide smoothly against my skin. I stopped trying to analyze my emotions and feelings, and just let the black man dominate me. "Having fun bro?" he asked. "Oh yeah," I said. The crystal was hitting me hard, and it was difficult to think coherently enough to even formulate that short response. All I wanted to do was feel cock in my ass, and especially a big, black, raw cock. "Breed me," I grunted. "Yeah?" he asked. "You want my poz load in you? Seed that tight, white, neg ass?" He was whispering this in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. When he was done speaking, he nibbled a bit on my ear. He could be both aggressive and tender. He let me know that he would do whatever he wanted whenever he pleased to my body. But at the same time, his teeth scraped the skin just enough to send an electric chill down my spine, ending right at the hole where his cock entered me. He knew exactly how he was making me feel. I had to focus on the cock inside me. Having something to concentrate on was useful. My mind was no longer racing from through to thought, and I once more contemplated my situation. A black man was fucking me raw and his huge cock was dripping a toxic mix of sperm, pre-cum and the deadly virus into my unprotected hole. The raw black cock was sliding smoothly in and out of my hole with each stroke, Eli pressed Sean and Jake's toxic juice deeper into my hole, and deeper into my body. He was bigger than any man I had taken before and each stroke found fresh stretches of my hole, stretches with no defenses against his attack. Eli grabbed my torso; despite my muscular build, I was small in his hands. He wrestled me onto my side, and then proceeded to flip me onto my back. He managed to keep his cock in my hole and barely paused his fucking of me. We had ended up face to face, and I found myself staring into his dark brown eyes. I was surprised to see how closely he was watching me. His eyes were darting all over my face, as he tried to discern the slightest change in my expression. Maybe it was just his black skin or perhaps it was the thick dreadlocks that were hanging over his shoulder hanging onto my chest, but it seemed like he was from a very different world than Nathan, Sean, Jake or myself. It was a harder world and a more complex one. Finally, I decided to break the silence. I wanted to know more about him. "How long you been poz?" I asked. "About three years now. It's a long story." He didn't sound like he meant it dismissively, just that he wasn't sure if I would be interested in his tale. "I think you've already made your choice," he said. He leaned in and kissed me. Even though we had kissed while shotgunning the crystal, it was a surprising move. He was still so dominant and controlling. But now it was different. Like the saying went, it wasn't gay if you didn't kiss. And he had kissed me. "Yeah, I guess I have," I said. "But I want to know about you." My statements and Eli's sudden kiss changed the energy in the room. Eli's fucking slowed down even further. He was taking longer and deeper strokes, no longer using me just as a hole to get off in. Instead, he now actively wanted to be inside me and to use his cock to give me pleasure. Eventually, he would use it to give me his load, something we both craved. He rubbed his goatee against my cheek, and then licked my ear. "Then you'll get the story," he said, going in for a particularly deep stroke with his cock. "I didn't get to make the choice you're making. It was forced on me." "Would you do it again?" I asked. "I don't know. I hated rubbers. I still hate them. Of course, they never fit me. I like skin-to-skin fucking. And I fucking love to party and play." He had nearly pulled his cock out of my hole, and took the opportunity to slide it back in. "Plus getting to breed a guy. That can't be beat. But it's not all easy. Being poz. Especially if you can't get used to the drugs." I had been slowly stroking my cock, enjoying the fuck. It was hard for me to believe that something that felt this good and natural wasn't good. But I knew that most of my rational mind had been suppressed. Suppressed first by my desire for Nathan, then suppressed by the crystal, and finally suppressed by this big black cock. I was now being driven by my need for pleasure. Crystal, cock cum, and virus were my only goals, and although I was aware of the all the risks I was taking, it didn't make much of a difference to me. I could never ask Nathan to wear a condom to fuck me. And I never wanted to wear a condom if I got to fuck Nathan. Sean, Jake and Eli were not much easier to ask. To deny them the pleasure of fucking me raw, the pleasure of breeding me, the pleasure of letting their virus live on in my body seemed like a denial of all that was important about desire and all that was important about desire between two men. "I want you to breed me," I said. "Good thing, white stud, because you weren't going to get a choice there." Once I had the pleasure of getting bred, I had taken all the loads willingly. But I was also glad that Eli didn't want to give me a choice. Today, of all days, getting bred had to be both something I gave up of my own free will and something that was taken from me. I urgently needed Eli to mark me, and I certainly didn't want him to give any way out. Not that he would take it. His weight pressing against my legs was forcing them apart. That alone told me who was in charge here. It also let his cock get deep into my hole, which further drove home the fact just how well I was getting fucked. And how little input I had in the decision at all. "I made my choice a while ago," I said. "Lucky man," Eli said. "You had a choice. And you'll be getting some damn potent cum. I'm not on meds right now." "You're not?" Suddenly he had become much scarier. And much sexier. I knew that his cock was a loaded pistol. But it was a game of Russian roulette. I didn't know if he chamber I got would have any virus. But with Eli, every chamber was loaded. And that was exactly what I craved. "Nope," he said, very matter-of-fact. "Bad reaction to the last one. And my numbers aren't so bad to make me want to get back on." "That means..." I trailed off. "Yeah. A proper poz fucking." He smiled, slammed his cock deep into me, and then continued. "I came very late to fucking men. I had a girlfriend, did what I thought I was supposed to do." He had started telling his story, about how he became poz. "Yeah, I'd occasionally jerk off with a guy in the gym steam room. Sometimes, if I was really horny, I'd cruise the park and get a blow job" He continued, explaining how he had found the Internet and the entire DL culture. Of course, it had been easy for him. A masculine, hung top was always in demand and the bottoms would do anything to please him. And, no one was gay, so everyone was clean. Condoms were never needed. Or even discussed. But then it got harder for him to hide. His girlfriend started to ask difficult questions. "I was having a lot more sex. And we were having a lot less sex," he told me, his balls pressed tight against my ass. "She tried to spice things up for us, getting stuff like toys and restraints. It didn't do much for the amount of sex she was getting, but the boys I picked up loved them. And then, finally, what was going to be just a no-strings trick got complex. Far more complex." "How so?" I asked. When he walked in and undressed, I had put him in a category of big dick, little depth, but now he was becoming someone real. I wondered how Nathan had met him; wondered if Eli had ever fucked Nathan. Or maybe if Nathan had even gotten to fuck him. Nathan was the type of man who could do that, convince the pure top to take a cock. Eli continued; he story still hadn't even gotten to the point where he had caught the bug. "Oh, it wasn't just plain fucking anymore. Javi and I would hang out together. We'd go drinking, then one or the other was always 'too drunk to drive' and would have to spend the night. Sharing a bed. Hell, I even started to kiss Javier when I was fucking him." He leaned in and kissed me; his tongue forced itself deep into my mouth. Even though he had just wrapped his arms around me, his tongue was jammed deep in my mouth, and his massive cock was splitting me in two, I was suddenly jealous of Javi. I was jealous that the two had been able to explore their feelings more deeply. I was jealous that they had been able to discover what turned them on and made their cocks hard and their asses itch. I was jealous that they had discovered what made them happy even after Eli had drained his balls into Javi. "And?" I asked. So far, this story didn't seem that bad. "Well, I was still leading a double life. Fucking around with guys, while still supposedly straight with a girlfriend. And by then, I wasn't just fucking around with Javi, but still lots of other guys. From online. Steam rooms at the gym. Cruising the park at night. Fucking every piece of hot ass I could find." He paused in his story. It was long enough for him to throw his dreads over his other shoulder. "You know Sean?" he asked me. "One of Nathan's boys?" "Yeah, I do now. You're fucking his cum into me." I tried not to think about Sean as "Nathan's boy." I wanted to be that boy so badly. "The bastard," he said, although he was still smiling. "Always gets to the hot ass first. Almost as bad as Nathan. But I should have guessed he'd be one of the guests of honor." I knew it was pointless, but I tried to force myself to remember to ask Nathan about Sean. I was so high I could barely keep track of where I was and who was barebacking me. Remembering to ask Nathan about someone several hours from now was going to be nearly impossible. "I met him online. It was late, Javier and I were horny, and he was eager to get fucked." "And?" "He came over. He had a bag of tina, and a pipe. That was the first night I had ever done it. Crystal that is. And of course, I loved it. So did Javi. I nearly got fucked that night, I was so high." "But?" "Nope. Never been fucked. Ever." I had gotten my answer about Nathan. His cock was hard inside me, reminding me that he was the top today. As he always was. "Even high on crystal, I'm still 100% top. Except when I bottom." He paused for a moment and adjusted his position. "Javi, Sean and I started to play pretty regularly there, at least for a while. Then one night, Sean invited another guy over." "Nathan?" I asked. I already knew that it was Nathan, but I asked anyway. It made me feel close to Nathan that I was getting fucked by the same guy who had fucked him. I wanted the same sperm that had been inside of Nathan to be inside of me. "Yeah. You fucked him yet?" "Not yet." "Too bad. You're in for a treat. He's got an amazing ass. Anyway, the four of us ended up at a sex club that night. First time I had been to one. And I was like thirty-eight! Like a kid in a candy store -- we were all naked, sharing a room, doing lines of tina and I was getting to fuck everybody I saw." He continued. "We must have been there for 36 hours or something. I lost track of time and how many guys I stuck my cock in to." "Sounds fun," I said. I figured that Nathan and Sean had been poz by then. I wondered if Eli got to fuck them raw. But he always fucked raw. And high on crystal, of course they were barebacking. "Yeah. Took me a few days to recover from that. And almost as soon as I had recovered from the crystal crash, I came down with a wicked case of the flu." "That what I think it was?" "I still don't know for sure. But yeah. A few weeks later, Javi got sick as well. We'd been fucking the entire time. And fucking raw. Javi got tested first." "Poz?" I asked. "Of course. Then I got tested. Poz as well." "How did it feel? To be poz?" "Scary, of course. I was still occasionally fucking my girlfriend. And of course, we never used rubbers, since she was on the pill. And I was still hiding all of the sex I was having with guys. There were a lot of guys to hide. And a hell of a lot of sex. But it was liberating. I didn't worry about sex any more. All bareback. All the time. Javi and I would get tweaked up, go to a bathhouse or sex party, and fuck every bottom we could find." "Like me?" I asked. "Oh fuck yeah. Especially white muscle bottoms. Had you been there, I'd have fucked you into next week." He slammed his cock into me again, letting know just how forceful he could be. I realized that so far today, he had been holding back on me. As he pounded me harder and deeper, he was also getting more intimate and close. Part of this was just him telling me about his life, how he had come out, started partying and then gotten pozzed up. But, the crystal was also important in helping us get to this point. However, most critical thing was the act of having sex, the act of barebacking. The act of me letting him insert a part of his body into my, and sharing the closeness was it. If there had been any barrier at all, even just a thin rubber sheath between us, it would have been different. It would have been an impersonal and unpleasant intrusion into my body, more a medical procedure than sex. Him sharing his cock and story with me was nothing short of magical. "You really want my seed?" he asked. "My bugged up sperm?" "Yeah, I do," I said. "Absolutely. You think you got it from Nathan? Or someone else." I wasn't sure which one I wanted the answer to be. I wanted to be closer to Nathan in any way that I could. But there was an itch also driving my desires and actions. I wanted more loads, from more guys. I wanted as much as I could get. I wanted every load to be infected, every load carrying a different strain. Every load would have evolved through so many varied and diverse men, until finally it reached me and infected me. "You're way spun, aren't you?" he asked. "Yeah, I am." I had to agree -- I don't think I had ever been that high before. "Hot," he said. "Something really satisfying about shooting my poz load in a tweaked up white bro." He slammed his cock in and out, letting me feel every veiny inch of his massive tool. "Then watching them try to keep my toxic sperm in their holes. You going to hold it for me, boy?" "Yes, of course man." It just seemed appropriate for Eli to hold his cum as long as I could. It was appropriate for every man. "Good boy. Tell me what you want again." "I want your jizz. I want your infected, HIV-laden sperm." I lost any sense of personhood, and was begging him for his dirty cum. "Please, man. Give it to me, Eli." Eli's thrusts were getting harder, more intense, and as impossible as it seemed, I felt his cock firm up and lengthen in my hole. I knew he was getting close. "Please, man. Breed me. FUCKING BREED ME MAN," I begged him. "Yeah, boy, take my dick scum," he moaned, as he slammed his cock into my hole. Deep inside my body, his cock pulsed and pumped, and I got the start of another load of sperm shot right in my hole. That was only the first spurt of several; as his orgasm continued his cock continued to pump out shot after shot of thick, white cream. As his ejaculate filled my hole, it lubricated each of his thrusts. The slippery hole let him fuck me harder, which, in turn, made him cum more. It seemed like several minutes passed before this virtuous cycle of sexual escalation finally came to a halt. His balls were totally drained. "Fuck yeah, boy. I needed that. And I think you needed it as well." "Of course. Thank-you Eli," I said. He collapsed on top of me, his sweaty, muscular body pressed against me. He moved around and started to kiss me. "My pleasure, boy," he said, between deep kisses. "We should do this again soon." We lay there, together, his still-hard cock in my ass, his tongue in my mouth, and we could enjoy each other fully. I was happy and had long ago stopped worrying about the time. Eventually, his cock softened more, and it popped out of my hole. He shifted slightly in order to look at his watch. "Damn. Need to get going." "Too bad. That was nice. Really nice." I wanted Nathan to come in, and join us. I wanted Nathan to watch me get fucked by Eli, then have Nate slide his cock into my spermy ass. I wanted Sean to join us, and add another load from his cock. And I wanted all of us to share the pipe, and then start another intense round of breeding my tender, negative hole. "Well, Nathan knows how to find me," he said. He lifted himself off of me. I was about to get up, but he put a hand on my lower back. "Stay there. I want you to keep my swimmers inside you." I didn't need to be told twice, but still turned my head so I could watch him get dressed. The most difficult step seemed to be him forcing his still-firm cock into the too-small pouch of his underwear. Once that was done, he dressed quickly, throwing on his sweats and tank top. "Be good. Or have fun. And take some pictures for me," he said. "But I bet Nathan has that covered." He obviously knew about Nathan and the cameras. Eli gathered up his various supplies, party and otherwise and put them in his backpack. "See you soon, I hope," I said. He quietly slipped out the door, leaving me in the dimly lit room. I had only his massive load in my ass to remember him by.