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A quick very simple poll..... sub Jason's Sir Doug will be gone for 9 days. In that time should Master Terry blood slam what is now his locked pig under his control? pig emoji = Yes upvote = No

Fuuuuuck so today has been incredible. I recently posted about a "keep locked and plugged for a week" challenge that I may have failed due to not being able to sleep plugged but I've been caged in chastity all week again and today I forced myself to see how long I could last plugged with my bigger toys while working from home. This morning I did two hours of the 3 inch plug I originally used for this challenge, then it felt too easy so I switched it out for the 12" rubber pony cock dildo I've got for 4 hours, using my harness to keep the beast in and forcing it deeper whenever I was sitting down. I was shocked at just how comfortable it felt having this beast inside me for so long. Finally, the biggest plug I've got is basically the size of a fist and I haven't managed to keep it inside me for more than 5 minutes before it gets too much. A dom master of mine pushed me and ordered me to strap that into my pussy for 15 minutes. Then he decided I wasn't complaining enough and so it must be too easy so I had to keep it in for 45 minutes instead. I got about 35 minutes in and stupidly I messaged saying how I was relieved I only had 10 minutes to go and he naturally decided to punish me further and 45 minutes turned into an hour and a half. Bear in mind this plug is pretty damn big and my previous personal best of 5 minutes changing to an hour and a half was intense. I was so turned on by the time I got to an hour and ten, my cunt was just so stimulated and twitching with every movement. What does the master do? Messages me saying he's gonna pop out for an hour or so and that I better keep plugged until he gets back or else. This was so hot but also so scary to hear as I was really struggling by that point. Luckily a regular of mine messaged telling me he needed to unload and that he and a friend were coming over to use me. I messaged the master asking if I could unplug to allow them to breed me and he agreed, under the condition that I plug my hole again immediately after they'd gone. I may have disobeyed. After they'd left I brought out my biggest toy, it's basically three huge dicks in one and I gooned out on poppers and stretched myself out until I could take it to the base, making sure that I pushed those guy's loads as deep as possible. I filmed a video of it for the master and once it was sent I plugged myself up again and waited until he finally told me I could unplug as long as I sent him a video of me pushing it out and all that cum slopping out of me. The power of a master's dominance making me increase my tolerance from 5 minutes to several hours 🤤 I am one satisfied locked sub.

I'm thinking about spending a good time of the year after retirement in Play del Ingles, Gran Canaria. Nice climate all year around. Gay hot spot and good flight connections to cities in Spain and the continent. Maybe not to live there permanently. I like a change of seasons. But rent something for a few months a few times a year is doable.

The typical prison-set story would probably involve some new inmate having his cherry popped and becoming the personal cumdump of a dominant prisoner. Maybe it would involve an inmate being used by the guards. Maybe it would even be some sickly love story about two cellmates finding comfort in each other’s arms. But that is not how this story goes. No, for I am actually a prison guard, my cherry was popped years ago, and this is the story of how I was ‘set free’ by a prisoner. I had played along with the stereotype for hunky young men in my school, dating a pretty girl, marrying her after graduation, and having a couple of babies shortly after that. I had not gone to college, but instead got a job in a security firm before applying for a role as a prison guard once I was a bit older. Eventually we had moved to a different, larger town after my wife inherited a small house from her great aunt, and I had managed to pick up a job at the prison there. This is all well and good, but of course is not the whole story. I had first acted on my impulses when I was a security guard, forcing a drunk guy who was trespassing on the land I was looking after to suck me off so that I would let him go. Another trespasser was made to let me suck him off. When I caught two guys living rough on a construction site I was patrolling, I let them stay as long as they fucked me every night. I made them wear condoms of course, but somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I would rather they went in bare. Being a prison guard had opened up new opportunities for me, but these were definitely more limited in the first place that I worked just because of how small it was. It was only once I had got settled in at my current job at a huge state prison on the edge of town that I realised how much I was going to be able to satisfy my need for cock, so that I could go home every night with that itch scratched and duly play my role as the good husband, the doting father, the man of the house. It was very easy to identify the inmates who could give me what I needed, in exchange for cigarettes, weed or whatever they wanted (within reason). However, I also knew that it would be best to not leave much evidence behind wherever on the complex I found to have these interactions, so I got myself on PrEP and finally ditched the condoms. There were a few places I could risk getting inmates to fuck me without any issues. There were three different storage cupboards out of view of security cameras that served the purpose well, depending on whether I was guarding the inmates doing laundry, those doing who were cleaning the communal showers, or the ones getting some library time. There was also a secret locker at the back of one of the landscaping sheds which had apparently been put in by a now-retired dodgy guard for storing contraband he could sell to the prisoners, which I took over as my personal pounding room when I was guarding the inmates doing the gardening. I had to have my wits about me though, and a chance encounter in a public toilet with a guy called Bill who worked in the security room proved to be very helpful. Thereafter, in exchange for daily access to my ass if he wanted to bust a load, I could rely on him to work things so that I could have a bit of time with a prisoner a few times a week without being filmed or seen. It was a nice arrangement, and meant that I ended most of my shifts with at least two loads in me. Then one day I got sick. No, not ‘that’ kind of sick, but rather I picked up a stomach infection. It knocked me off work for a few days, and when I went to the doctor he put me on some antibiotics while also telling me to lay off certain things for a while. Alcohol was one, my PrEP pills were another. Indeed, he told me I should take the opportunity to give my body a break from that regime, and I would just need to adjust my lifestyle accordingly for a bit (though he didn't delve into why a married man was taking the pills). I had already been off them for nearly a week given I couldn’t keep anything down, and now he wanted me to take another three or four weeks without swallowing one. What. A. Nightmare. However, I decided to be a good patient and do as he asked. I spoke to the warden about returning to work but needing a bit of time to get back into the swing of things, and he put me on a few days of admin duties to help him catch the place up after a secretary had left and they’d failed to recruit anyone else suitable. This worked well for me, giving me some time away from the temptation of the prisoners while still allowing me to keep Bill sweet by sucking him off once or twice a day. After a bit of persuading, I also let him resume fucking me as he said he was clean and, well, I needed him to be on side when I got back to doing what I loved. I suppose it was naive of me to think I would not be sent back to my normal day job, and when I was finally put back on guarding duties I still had three weeks to go before I could go back on the pills. I carried some condoms around with me in case I got weak, but I focused on trying to stay out of the way of the clique of prisoners who had become my regulars. This wasn’t so easy, but for a few days I managed it to the point that I thought I would maybe make it through until I was safe to resume normal service. There were two things that I didn’t know in all of this. First, my clique was getting seriously restless, not just from a lack of easy sex but also because their regular supply of contraband had been cut off. Second, two of my fellow guards were also now suffering from the shutdown in the system. Mike and Steve were, it seems, rather crooked and had found out about my exploits after confronting Bill about some oddities in the footage. They had been looking for something to use against a prisoner at the time, but once my activities came to light they had instead decided to make some money out of it. They could have gone down the immediate blackmail route with me, but instead had set up tiny cameras in all of my secret spaces to get some footage they could sell online as well as hold in reserve to use against me if needed. I had, entirely unintentionally and unknowingly, become a bit of a porn star. Anyway, my sudden disappearance was becoming an issue. A few days away because I was sick was something everyone just had to put up with, but the knowledge that I was back in the building but still somehow unavailable was going down less well. The fact that I was even now back on guarding duties but still not putting out was, it turned out, intolerable. Bill knew why I was taking a break, but he was also not in a position to deny Mike and Steve’s demands for a resolution to the problem, and thus the three of them formed a plan. They figured I needed to be ‘re-inducted’ to the way of life that made them money, and they were going to see to it that I realised the error of my ways. That plan involved me reporting for a meeting I had been notified about through what seemed like an official email, only to find myself alone in the smaller and more remote of the two conference rooms at the prison. After waiting for a bit I got up to leave, which is when I found the door had quietly been locked by someone on the outside. I banged on it and shouted, but no-one came and I soon gave up. I slumped in a seat, quite alarmed at the situation I was in, until I heard the door unlock. Before I could get up it swung open and three of my regulars walked in. Patrick was a big hulk of a man, tattooed from head to toe, always wearing a grimace, and pretty much the most rampant rapist of other prisoners that we guards knew of. Mark was pretty short and looked kind of feeble, but he was sharp as a nail, was at the centre of most of the contraband rings going, and I also knew him to be hung like a horse. Gary was quite a gentle looking man, belying his true nature as a violent thug who rather made up for his homosexuality by behaving as much like an alpha as he could. “Been avoiding us” said Gary. “Er, guys, I, have, er, been, er, sick” I stammered. “Yeah, like two weeks ago” Mark said, sneering. “You’ve been avoiding us since. What gives?” “I, er…” I tried to reply, but was cut off by Patrick striding towards me, throwing me face forwards onto the conference room table, and then grabbing the fabric of my pants. He unceremoniously ripped a huge hole at the back, and then immediately tore through my Calvin Kleins underneath. I barely had time to react when I felt his cock ram into my hole, which fortunately Bill had fucked just an hour earlier so I was at least a little stretched and lubed. It still hurt like hell though, and I yelled in pain but also in horror. Patrick fucked me like a madman, and then blew his load inside me. Gary followed suit, then Mark. Then Patrick again. Then Gary again. You get the drift. They were damn near relentless. I knew I was fucked. Not only do I mean I was being fucked, but in the other sense I was fucked too. You see, not only was Patrick a known rapist, but every single one of the prisoners who he set his sights on would wind up in the infirmary with flu. The other guards hadn’t made the connection, but I knew what was going on. Patrick was clearly as toxic as it gets, and all these men he took as his own were getting pozzed. Now here I was taking load after load from him when I had no protection of any kind, and I guess you could say I knew my fate was sealed. As for Gary and Mark, I had no idea of their status, although if they weren’t already poz then repeatedly dipping their cocks into the toxic splooge that Patrick was leaving in my hole was possibly going to take them down too. In all, while bent over the conference table that afternoon, I took twelve loads. Five were from Patrick, four from Mark, and three from Gary. My hole was left gaping, dripping cum that I also found had a pink tint to it when I was finally allowed to leave the room and run across the hall to the bathroom. They’d fucked me so much I was bleeding, meaning I was pretty damn sure what was in store for me. I was on the Poztown Express, and life as I knew it would be over. Suddenly a calm descended on me as I realised that I didn’t care. If anything, I felt a wave of euphoria and relief flow over me. Orchestrating this secret life on the side had been kind of exhausting, but nowhere near as tiring as maintaining the pretence of being some kind of perfect straight man. If Patrick had kept to his normal form then I was going to be testing positive soon, and maybe that’s just what I needed to break me out of the ‘straightjacket’. I decided then and there that I would resume normal service the next day, and Patrick would be the one I aimed to get with the most. But that wasn’t enough. After finding some fresh pants and starting the drive home, I felt compelled to find some way to keep things going that same day. A beast had been unleashed in me, and that beast needed feeding. I circled back round off my normal route, and headed for the overpass where I knew I could find what I was looking for. Sure enough, when I pulled up nearby and got out of my car, I could see a couple of fires burning in barrels, and the shapes of various men hanging around. I took a deep breath, then walked over towards them all. When I reached the camp and looked around, I briefly paused to take in my surroundings before finally recognising the man I had come to see. Standing a few feet away and staring intently at me was Willy, a former inmate that we guards knew was Patrick’s boy and who had, as we were not surprised to hear, joined the ranks of the homeless after being released. “What the fuck you doing here” he spat out at me. I didn’t reply, but instead just walked towards and then past him to a gap in the tents and cardboard boxes that I could see beyond. I stepped into that gap, noting it felt a bit like a dark alley being out of the light from the barrel fires, and then took another deep breath. As I heard the crunch of someone walking up behind me, I undid my new pants and pulled them down, revealing my torn underwear beneath. I then bent forward, put my hands on the concrete of the overpass for support, and pushed my butt back. The message was heard loud and clear, and in mere moments I felt a cock being pushed into me. I don’t know if it was actually Willy or one of the other guys living there, but he fucked me good and hard for a few minutes and then blew his load. Another followed suit, his cock being so thick it made me yelp as it went in despite how stretched I was by this point. Once he was done, a whole procession of more average-sized guys stuck their dicks in me and blew a load. Maybe some of them had a second go, but I never looked back to see. All I knew is that Willy at least must be diseased, and I was willing to bet that many of the others were too. Indeed, I suspected I was getting more than just HIV pumped into me. After a bit of a clean-up by the car with some moist towels, I went home to endure the wrath of my wife for being so late. I chuckled to myself at how angry she was going to be when the truth came out, and the fact that I found the prospect of that funny only assured me that I was finally on the right path. The next day it was much the same story. I managed to get a session in with Patrick in the landscaping shed, and then after clocking off I went back to the overpass to take some more dirty loads from all the homeless guys who fancied using me, then home to fury in woman form. The day after, Patrick took me in the laundry storage room, followed by Gary in the landscaping shed, and then it was back to the overpass that night on the way home. You get the idea. I was a man on a mission. The warden was deeply displeased when I called in sick with the flu just a few weeks after being off with that stomach bug, but there we go. We were already short staffed, so I knew my job was safe despite what was about to go down in my personal life. Sure enough, once I was better I got myself tested, and then proudly put the results in front of my wife. HIV, and at least three other STDs. She of course went apeshit, and I was out on my ass. I stayed with Bill for a couple of days while I got an apartment of my own sorted, and barely three days after moving in the divorce papers arrived. My wife took the kids and moved back to her mother’s, the house went on the market, and that was that. Old life gone, new life started. I was free. By raping me with his toxic cock, Patrick had not only possibly been the one to poz me, but he’d set me loose from the constraints that I had built up around my world. Now I was an open, happy pig, able to visit any bar, club or bookstore in town without worrying about who saw me, and readily accepting any man who happened by to come round to my place to spend the night buried inside me. I decided not to stop my community service at the overpass, and to this day I’m there several times a week chasing down whatever bugs the men have picked up. As for prison life, things got interesting. Bill knew my status but didn’t stop fucking me, so he eventually got taken down with the bug. Mike and Steve crossed a line with Mark on a contraband deal gone wrong, and soon found themselves being set upon by Patrick, Gary and a load of other guys when they were on garden guarding duty, before being made to bend over in my secret shed to take their punishment. That’s two more staff now pozzed. The warden getting drunk and coming on to me one night took the tally up to five, and got me a promotion as well in exchange for my silence on the matter. He also agreed to shut off a couple of cameras periodically, so I'm now a lot more free to get what I need from a much larger group of regulars. Funny how things work out. Anyway, I told you this wouldn’t be your normal prison story. Who knows where things will go next in my life, but for now I have to run. We have a busload of new prisoners arriving soon, and I want to go and see if I can guess which one will be first to succumb to Patrick’s DNA. Lucky bastards...

Part 13 - Tops and bottoms 1 As I've said in previous posts, I've noticed over the years that a lot of guys cheat because they're not getting enough sex at home, but I've also found that a lot of guys cheat because their partner is exclusively a top or, more usually, a bottom, and they need a bit of variety. I've always been surprised over the years by how many guys don't seem to realise that if they don't fuck their partner now and then, someone else will! In the mid 90s, I had just turned 30 and I had started to fuck without condoms. One Friday night, I was cruising in a park in Glasgow, which at that time was quite an active cruising ground. I wandered round for a while and then, a little to my surprise, I got cruised by a good looking, dark haired young lad in a polo shirt and trackie bottoms, who looked to be in his early 20s. We cruised each other for a while and then went somewhere quiet. He pulled his pants down and I went down and started to suck his cock, enjoying every minute of sucking this good looking young lad, and after a while we changed places and he went down on me. We sucked each other for a while and then he bent over and I pulled his cheeks apart and began to lick his arse. He was giving little moans as he wanked himself and I could tell he was really into getting his arse licked. After a while he stood up and asked me if I wanted to fuck him. At this time the safe sex message was everywhere, and I was not surprised when he said we had to use a condom. He checked his pockets and then looked at me. "I'm really sorry," he said "I think I've lost my condoms." He asked if I had any and I shook my head. He looked genuinely disappointed and I asked him if he wanted to fuck without a condom. He shook his head and told me he had a partner who worked Friday nights and added that he sometimes went cruising because his partner was a total bottom and he liked to get fucked now and then, but he couldn't put himself or his partner at risk. I said I totally respected that and asked if I could lick his arse again. I sucked his cock for a while and then he bent over and I pushed my tongue back up his hairy arsehole. He was moaning now and then he stood up and said "Fuck it, let's do it!" "Are you sure?" I asked. He nodded and bent over again, pulling his cheeks apart. "Fuck me!" he said I rubbed some lube on his hole , positioned myself behind him and pushed my cock against his hole. He groaned as my cock slid slowly but surely up his tight arse and, after I had given him a moment to get used to it, he bent forward and I began to fuck him. His hole was incredibly tight and this, together with the fact that I was fucking him without a condom when he had genuinely intended to use one, turned me on even further. I began to fuck him harder and he moaned "Oh yes.......oh yes.....oh fuck yes!" He was moaning and wanking himself as I began to fuck him harder and before much longer I was getting close. I wondered if he would ask me to pule out, but he didn't and a few minutes later I was squirting what felt like a really big load right up his cheating arse. When I had finished cumming and pulled out, he straightened up and took hold of his cock. He wanked it a few times as I fingered his arse and then he shot his load out in front of him. He grinned at me. "That was awesome!" he said. "We probably shouldn't have done it, but it was awesome!" He pulled up his pants, kissed me, and then wandered off. I could tell he had really got off on being fucked bareback and I suspected that in future a few more of his secret Friday night trips to the park would result in him going home to his partner with a load up his arse. I've also had a few horny experiences with guys who don't often get to top and one of the horniest was about ten years ago. At that time I had a job which required me to stay up in the West Midlands for a couple of nights once a month. I usually stayed in the centre of Birmingham and one night I was having a drink in a gay bar with a colleague from work when he spotted one of his friends and invited him to join us for a drink. Amir was a very good looking guy who looked to be in his early 30s. He was tall, with dark hair and dark eyes and, I couldn't help noticing, a fantastic arse, which really filled out his smart work trousers. Amir joined us for a drink and I learned he had been good friends with my colleague for a number of years. Amir was really easy to talk to and I enjoyed his company. At one point we were talking about work and my colleague remarked that he had always thought I was very versatile and added "It's always good to be versatile - in more ways than one!" Amir and I both grinned, and a little later my colleague had gone to the toilet before getting more drinks and Amir leaned forward and said "So, are you really versatile?" I asked if he meant in relation to work and he grinned and shook his head. I was quite turned on now as I said "Oh yes, fully versatile!" Amir said he wished his partner was more versatile and told me that his partner was a total top and, as a result, he rarely got to fuck. I was fairly sure I could see Amir's cock starting to harden in his pants as he said "I love to be fucked, but I get really horny to fuck sometimes!" I was very turned on now, but I really didn't think anything was going to come of it as my colleague returned just then with the drinks. We chatted for a bit longer and then my colleague finished his drink and said he'd better be going. Amir said he fancied another drink and, his voice very casual, asked me if I wanted to join him. A short time later Amir and I were having a drink together and our conversation had become a lot more explicit. Amir asked me if I liked to get fucked and told me how much he would love to fuck me. He didn't have much time as he had to get home to his partner, so rather than going back to my hotel, Amir said he knew somewhere we could go if I was up for doing it outside. A short time later, Amir had led me round the back of the bar and down an alleyway. He turned a couple of times and we ended up in a dead end area at the back of some shops with a little concrete area which was obviously used to unload goods. I could see that Amir was fully hard now as he pulled me towards him and kissed me. "I want to fuck you!" he breathed in my ear and we kissed again. I went down and unzipped Amir's trousers, pulling them down to his knees along with his white Calvin Klein pants. His cock was much bigger than I thought and I wasted no time in taking into my mouth and sucking him. He groaned and gently took hold of my head as I sucked his cock. I moved down to lick his big, hairy balls and he groaned again. I sucked his cock again and then motioned to him to turn round. "Are you sure?" he asked and I nodded. Without further hesitation, Amir turned round and bent forward, pulling his trousers and pants right down. I pulled his cheeks apart and he groaned again as I pushed my tongue right into his hairy arsehole. I licked his hole for a while and after a while he turned round and pulled me up. "I need to fuck you!" Amir produced some lube and I took it from him and rubbed some into my arsehole. "Do you want me to use a condom?" he asked me. I didn't want him to use a condom of course, but I have always found that guys get extra horny if they think they're getting to fuck raw with someone who usually plays safe, so I pretended to think about it. "I don't know," I said hesitatingly, "I don't normally ever......" "I'd love to bareback you!" said Amir I pretended to think about it for a moment or two and then I nodded. A short time later, I was bent over the concrete shelf, pants down, as Amir pushed the head of his bare cock against my arsehole. His cock was pretty big and at first he couldn't get it in my, then I leaned forwards and pulled my cheeks apart and he slid slowly but surely right up my arse. "Oh fuck," he gasped "That's so good.....so good!" as he began to fuck me slowly, pushing his big cock right up me and then pulling it right back. He did this for a while and then began to fuck me harder. I was really turned on now - this was turning out to be one of the best fucks I'd had in a long time. Amir was fucking harder now and I could tell he was getting close. He fucked me for a while longer and then groaned "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum in you! I'm going to cum in you!" He thrust his cock right up me a few more times and then slumped over me and I knew he had cum right up my arse. We were both out of breath as we pulled our pants up and Amir grinned at me. "You have no idea how much I needed that!" he said, and added "And thanks for letting me bareback you!" Amir and I arranged to meet up the next time I was in the area and Amir came to my hotel quite a few times over the next few months and we enjoyed some very horny bareback sex. Amir had told me that his partner rarely sucked his cock and never licked his arse and told me how much he loved it when I had done it to him. Every time we met up, I sucked his cock and licked his are and then he fucked me. A few times after he had fucked and cum in me, Amir would kneel up on the bed and I would lick his arse and then lube him up and slide my cock up him for a bareback fuck, depositing a nice load of cum up his hairy arse for him to take home to his unsuspecting partner. A few years before this I had a really unexpected experience with another guy I never thought would cheat. Callum's partner was one of my partner's closest friends and I had known them both for a number of years. I liked Callum a lot, and we had a number of interests in common, although I didn't really like his partner so much. A few times I had heard Callum's partner talking to my partner about his relationship and had said that Callum was a total top and I had also heard him say more than once that he was absolutely confident that Callum would never cheat on him. One summer my partner told me that Callum and his partner had booked a long weekend in Brighton, but Callum's partner was now unable to go. My partner was not free either and apparently Callum had asked him if I wanted to go instead. "He's going to change the double room to a twin." I didn't really know Callum well enough to want to spend a whole weekend with him , but I did like him and, as my partner pointed out, I did need a break and a weekend by the sea would be good for me, so I said yes. Callum and I travelled down to Brighton on the Friday afternoon and checked into our hotel. The first thing I saw when Callum opened the door to our room was a big double bed. Callum looked at me "They didn't have a twin room free," he said "Are you ok with sharing?" I nodded - I was not at all averse to sharing a bed with Callum - he was a few years younger than me, tall, dark and slim and, as I said, I had always enjoyed his company. I would be lying if I didn't also say I had always enjoyed checking out his fit arse, which always filled out his trousers incredibly well. We had planed to go out for something to eat in the evening and Callum said he was going to have a shower before he got ready. I watched him strip down and, as he bent over to pull his pants down, I had a great view of his firm, smooth arse. I knew that Callum had a piercing somewhere on his lower body and it was a standing joke among our group of friends that he always set off the security alarm going through security at the airport and had to be searched. I knew the piercing wasn't on his dick, but I couldn't help wondering where it was, and when Callum came out of the shower and removed his towel, I couldn't help discreetly checking him out. Callum grinned at me and asked me if I was looking for his piercing. I nodded and he grinned gain. "Do you want to see it?" he asked, and I nodded again and Callum sat down on the bed and then laid back and pulled his legs up and I saw that the piercing was on the area between his balls and his arse. "Do you like it?" he asked. I nodded again, "Oh yes!" I said truthfully. Callum had not only shown me his cock and balls, but had also exposed his arse to me and I could see that , although his arse was smooth, his crack was quite hairy. I showered and then we both got ready to go out for something to eat. We found an Italian restaurant and enjoyed a very good meal. After that we went for a drink in one of Brighton's gay bars, sitting outside on the terrace by the sea. It was all very pleasant - it was a warm summer evening and I was already feeling much more relaxed than I had when I left London. Callum was also very relaxed and, when he went to the bar to get drinks, he was clearly flirting with a dark haired guy with spiky hair who was queueing at the bar next to him. I had always thought that Callum's partner was a bit intense and I guessed that Callum was probably quite enjoying being off the leash for the evening. When Callum came back to our table, I could see him exchanging glances with the dark haired guy, who was sitting at a table nearby with a good looking young black guy. A short time later Callum leaned forward and asked me if I might be up for a bit of fun while we were in Brighton. I was surprised but also turned on and I told Callum I would be up for some fun. He told me the guy he had been chatting to at the bar and his partner were both up for it if we were. A short time later they had joined us at our table. The dark haired guy with the spiky hair was called Matthew and his partner was Jayden. Jayden was a really good looking guy, who looked to be in his mid 20s - a few years younger than Matthew. They were good company, and neither of them made any secret of the fact that they were up for some fun and after a few more drinks we all made our way back to our hotel room. It wasn't long before all four of us were naked and having some fun. Callum had paired up with Matthew and I was down sucking on Jayden's big, thick cock. Watching Callum suck Matthew was a real turn on and I had a perfect view of Callum's naked arse as he knelt up on the bed and leaned over to continue sucking Matthew's cock. We kissed, sucked and rimmed each other for a while - at one point Callum was kneeling up on the bed and Matthew had his tongue up Callum's arse as I pushed my tongue right into Jayden's hole. It was all very horny. After a while, Matthew began to rub the head of his cock against Callum's hole. He picked up a condom and said "With or without?" To my surprise, Callum said "Without!," and a few seconds later, Matthew fingered some lube into Callum's arse and then pushed his bare cock slowly right up him! I had assumed that Callum would want to use condoms, especially as it was him who had produced them, but he seemed perfectly happy to take Matthew up his arse without one. Jayden was now kneeling on the bed next to Callum, and I wasted no time in pushing my bare cock right up his tight arsehole. I was really turned on, enjoying every minute of fucking Jayden and also enjoying watching Matthew fucking Callum bareback. We fucked for a while longer and I could feel myself getting close. Just at that moment I heard Matthew ask Callum "Do you want it?" and guessed that he too was getting close. Callum said "Fuck yes!" and a short time later I shot my load into Jayden at exactly the same time as Matthew bred Callum. I didn't think things could get any hornier, but a few minutes later, Callum laid on his back and raised his legs and I watched as Matthew guided Jayden's big cock into Callum's arse. Jayden fucked Callum hard and fast and after a while shot a second load into his cheating arse. When Matthew and Jayden had left, Callum asked me if I was ok with what we had done and I assured him I was fine with it and had enjoyed every minute of it. A short time later we both got into bed and when I woke up the following morning, I was lying against Callum with my cock in his arse crack - it was very pleasant! A little later we both showered and then went down to breakfast. When we got back to our room we started to talk about the events of the night before and Callum told me he was mostly faithful to his partner, but sometimes he got bored with always being a top and when he got the chance, he would take the opportunity to get fucked. He said he knew he should take precautions, but said it turned him on so much to take it bareback and let guys cum in his arse. He also told me that he had not tried to get the hotel to change the room to a twin as he was hoping that I would fuck him. A short time later, Callum was kneeling up on the bed again and my bare cock was pushing up the arse I had admired for so long. I fucked him from behind for a while, and then he moved on to his back and raised his legs, telling me to fuck him and breed him. I had never thought anything like this would happen with Callum, but I was certainly not complaining - and I did exactly what he asked me to - shooting a good big load right into his unprotected arse. That evening, we went back to the same bar and later on we went to a club with a very active darkroom where both Callum and I had a very horny time! I was really turned on watching Callum take it up the arse in the darkroom - he was certainly making the most of being away from his partner and, in the course of the evening I saw him being fucked by several different guys - and few, if any of them appeared to be using condoms. At one point, he was leaning against the wall of the darkroom, his pants at his ankles, as three different guys took turns fucking him bareback and I was fairly sure at least two of them had cum in him. The next morning I fucked Callum again and then it was time to travel back to London. Our partners met us at the station and, as I watched Callum and his partner walking ahead of us out of the station, I wondered what his partner would say if he knew that Callum had been fucked and loaded by several different guys over the course of the weekend - including me! Part 14 to follow

So, I had posted on the chem section where I recently started using poppers (and am hooked) but had not had a chance until yesterday to take cock with it. So, I'm trans so I got fixed up and looking pretty cute then headed to a local bookstore. I picked up a couple of new popper bottles as I'm trying different kinds. I went to the back and took a seat in a booth and left the door open. Fairly quickly an older chubby gentlemen came in, I smiled and he shut the door and grabbed my crotch. I take hormones so I stay limp most of the time. I grabbed his crotch and felt a nice hard cock. He wound up pulling out a nice dick. I immediately started sucking it, taking hits of poppers along the way, I had a nice high going. After a while I was hoping he would fuck me, so I pulled my jeans down and showed him my ass (I have a girls ass and men love it) He would up roughly finger fucking me with 2 fingers after he first ate out my hole which felt incredible. This went on for a long time and we were both getting tired. I think there were 2 or 3 others looking under the door at what was going on, it has about a foot or so gap. I had sunk down close to the floor at that point. He finally stood up and I kneeled down and went to work on his cock. He wound up face fucking me pretty good, I gagged a few times and had to catch my breath. Finally I could feel it coming, I remember thinking "don't stop, make him cum hard, don't spill any, and swallow it all". He starts grunting and came hard in my mouth, I tried to suck extra hard then and did not swallow but let him fill my mouth, It was a lot! I savored it for some extra time sucking the end of his cock, then I pulled off, opened my mouth to show him, then swallowed it all. It tasted so good! Then, I went back to sucking and cleaning his cock off. I wanted him to get my number but he had no phone or way of writing it down. Hope to see him again. So, he leaves and I sit back kind of zoned out and feeling good. I hear someone approaching and couldn't see out the door of the booth with the glare of the video screen inside the booth. In steps inside a rough, kind of thug looking black man. I was kind of shocked as he was pretty rough for me. I'm just a cute little fem trans twink white boy. He steps in, shuts the door and locks it. Quickly he drops his pants and sits in the chair, before I knew really what was happening, it was fast. Keep in mind through this that I've never been with a black man, I've always wanted to and have been close, really enjoying when they have flirted with me or looked at me knowing they want to fuck me. So, once I saw his cock, I knew how this was going down. I kneel and as soon as I tried to put my mouth over it, I honestly wondered if I could get my mouth around it. That's never happened before. It was thick, long and beautiful. I quickly get over how rough this man is and start loving his wonderful cock. I remember thinking how good this was and how easy it would be to become a black cock slut. So, I had taken a couple of THC gummies earlier and was also hitting poppers thru this while sucking his cock. He was sitting back, moaning and enjoying the whole thing. Next thing I knew, I stood up, pulled down my jeans to show him my ass. He said it was incredible, the best ass he had ever seen. Then he stood up and bent me over. I feel his cock at my hole, It was hard before but he had trouble getting it inside me, although I had pre lubed, the previous guy fingering me had dried it out some, I hear him spit on his cock, then POP its inside me. Now, I've been on prep for a long time, but am not on it at the moment. I didn't care as I was in the most perfect place with this black cock in me. My head was spinning, I don't think I've ever been as horny or felt that good. I don't know how long we fucked, probably 30 minutes. He alternated from hard rough fucking, to regular thrusts. Said he wanted to be deep inside me. We fucked for so long! He asked if I liked black dick, I told him he was the first and he started pounding me HARD. Then he says he loves white pussy and wanted to know if I would be his slut, of course I said yes, and I meant it too. He tells me he's taken ectasy and I assume thats why he didn't come inside of me. He mentions it's hot and I turn around and he's sweating a lot, so he pulled out. We talked about getting a hotel room, but I did wind up getting his number and have since talked to him. I could see me seriously getting into this guy. The rough black thug, it's crazy but I want him to own me. We'll see what happens.

Part 18: ''The New Lock'' Sir went outside and took to digging up and picking some vegetables as he said he would. His Leather Jacket remained in the hallway! 😈 As soon as he was out the door my Master grabbed the cellar door key, unlocked it, and came down. What was I upto? I was tired, yet still high and horny, and now lying naked in the sling except for my pointless fag-dick cage tweaking on my little piglet-tits. My Master grabbed the cloud blowing gear that he had tucked away out of sight and came over to the sling.... - You are a naughty faggot-boy aren't you. How did you get out? - You forgot to restrain my second wrist, Master. - I see. I remember being tired and busting for a piss. I wasn't fully on my game. Here, take this, and get a fresh new high. - Fuck YES, Master. I really need this. As I heated the T my Master now removed the fitted vinyl sheet (the dry one without the piss) from the mattress and hurried upstairs. What was he upto? He looked out the window to make sure Sir was still outside, then raced up to his bedroom where he removed the cotton sheet and replaced it with the vinyl sheet. Going into the spare bedroom where he slept he grabbed the full starter sub-kit and brought it into Sir's bedroom. Then he came back downstairs and into the cellar where I was now on a fresh cloudy high. - C'mon, follow me. - Yes, Master. I followed him from the cellar all the way up to Sir's bedroom, completely naked, spun, and my skin and hair covered in dry piss. - Now get on the bed directly facing the window in the kneeling position with that sexy beefy ass of yours sitting on your heels. - Yes, Master. I sat there, directly facing the closed window which made me parallel to the full length wardrobe mirrors, naked except for the cage around my pointless fag-dick. The full starter sub-kit bag was opened and various objects crucial to the present moment were removed. My Master promptly attached to my neck a steel collar with a long steel chain that was attached to it. A pair of Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps were then placed beside me, not onto my piglet-tits quite yet. - Look what I have here faggot-boy. - The key to my cage. So Sir left his Leather Jacket behind. - Indeed he did. In went the key to the lock, and my cage for the first time in nearly 1 month came away from my now shrivelled pointless fag-dick. I started giggling at what had now become a mere micro dick. - Fuck, hahahaha, it's become so fucking tiny. - Yes, it is pathetic looking. Whatever the case maybe I need it out of my sight and I need you to keep your focus in on your cunt and my highly charged T☣️xiC-poz Dick. - Fuck YES Master. I know who the alpha stud is around here and who is the fag, the bitch, the whore, the inferior worm, the slut that is here to SERVE you! And on to my shrivelled little micro dick went Master's own cage. My Master walked over to the closed window and looked out... - Aaaahhhh, Doug still digging up some organic vegetables for his dear lovely mum, such a wonderful kind woman, whilst his faggot-boy is up here, high, horny, collared, and now locked.... by ME! Turning away from the window and now facing me my skinny Master with veins bulging on all four limbs stood back to admire HIS locked pig who was now.... High. Horny. Collared. READY! My Master looked fucking stunning. He was now wearing Sir's Muir which complimented his deep set eyes wonderfully. That was the only thing of Sir's that he now had on. He also was now with a Leather Waistcoat and back to what he arrived in on his feet; his army boots. He came behind me, climbed onto Sir's bed, pushed me forwards so I was now on all fours, pushed my legs apart, lubed up his hand and forearm with Crisco, and without any resistance entered in the blink of an eye my loose, cock and cum hungry, battered neg cunt right upto mid forearm. I groaned with an intense out of body pleasure... - Oh FUCK Master.... - Are you okay faggot-boy? - Fuck YES Master. I just wish you were fisting me deeper. - Well, I am already half way up my forearm with no real effort required. We have plenty of time, no rush. - My cunt is YOURS Master. USE it how you so desire. For the next hour my Master fisted me reaching up to his elbow, and then.... The sound of Sir's engine sprang to life. Master slowly withdrew his forearm from my now very stretched Crisco laden cunt, towel wiped his fist and forearm, went over to the window and opened it as wide as it would go, and then came the pair of Brutal Spring Nipple Clamps that without pause were clamped onto my little piglet-tits. - Ow, ow, ow... Fuck... Ouch, my tits are hurting Master. These are nothing like the clamps that Sir has used up until now. The only response to my expression of pain is my Master climbing behind me and sliding back into my nasty cunt balls deep, all 12" of his T☣️xiC Fuck-Meat. He did not hold onto my shoulders nor my waist or hips, no, he held onto me via the long steel leash attached to the collar. He pulled on it so tightly that my body was brought up into a semi upright pozition with my hands hovering about two inches from above the vinyl sheet. My mind and body were all over the place. My cunt tingled as I could barely feel Master inside of me, I was high and horny, and with all of that intense pleasure was the new pain that consumed my fag-boy tits. A swift demotion from piglet-tits. After a few minutes of being fucked this collared worm and his alpha stud now heard the sound of moving tyres on gravel as Sir pulled away from the house.... - Who are you locked by? - YOU, my Master. - And who now owns you? You do, my Master. - Well, almost. I will officially own you if I am the one to knock you up. - I want you to be the one, Master. - Want me to be the one what? And I need you to say it as loud as you can, the universe needs to hear you say it. Sir would now be approaching the end of his gravel driveway. - PLEASE knock me up Master. I want you to be the one coursing through my DNA forever more. Stick it to this faggot, this inferior worm! And with that, Sir was gone, with I am sure my contract out of the window too!

I. Just turned 59 this year. I am told I look younger and have a nice body but I can’t help but still feel insecure when approached by younger sexy guys. I have a few I play with but am always questioning whether they would rather be with someone younger and hotter. Therefore, sometimes unless I know 110% that the guy likes what he sees I tend to shy away from some younger good looking guys. However, for me personally age is just a number. My first long term relationship when I was 24 was with a guy 20 years older than me. My third partner is 20 years younger. Although we no longer are together we remain friends. I have recently for about a year been single after an 8 year marriage to a guy and I am still newly navigating the scene at a later stage in my life. Have met some great guys but also some younger guys that have made me feel like dirt. they sometimes forget that they too will one day get older and karma can be a bitch. lol

Sorry, it's not going to be multi-chapter and it's going to be short, but I hope you all still like it (and please be kind, this is my first time writing something like this). I had just turned 40, and because of the economy, the lack of rebounding in my industry, I was forced to declare bankruptcy. I had lost everything. Thankfully though, I don't have kids, nor a spouse, so not having to worry about any court ordered responsibilities, but also without a house and nice car. I had just enough cash to buy a piece of crap car that was big enough for me to sleep in some nights and store my critical stuff. Other nights I would find the cheapest motel and take a shower and sleep. I kept thinking I needed to do something right quick before I totally plunged into homelessness and disappear forever. So, I started going to the library, accessing computers, submitting job apps, etc. Some days I would be a little, or a lot, spun when going and on those days, of course, my mind said fuck it, and I would sit in there on my phone for hours browsing the "apps" knowing I probably couldn't hook up because I couldn't host but just turning myself on for the hell of it I guess. So this one day in particular, I was at the library. It was around 430pm. I had checked in to a motel earlier and figured I would just spend a little bit of time on here. Once my phone hit the WIFI, it started going crazy with notifications, since I hadn't been on it for a few days. I dismissed most, but this one was intriguing. The profile picture was definitely that of a young twink. He said he was 18, in my mind, I said that if I meet up with this guy, I am checking his ID for sure. He was textbook twink, completely smooth, maybe 5'5" 115 pounds blond hair green eyes, looked to have some sort of Mediterranean in him because his color was white but you could see some natural olive tan coloring trying to shine through. He was so hot. I replied to his message and we started messaging back and forth. We messaged back and forth for about a week. During that time, I found out he was a total virgin, never once even touched or seen a cock other than his own, he hasn't shoved anything up his hole, oh, his hole. Oh my god! The pics of his ass (I requested he take them) were utter beauty. When he spread his cheeks for the camera, and the sight of that tiny puckered pink hole, my cock definitely shot a bunch of pre-cum into my shorts. He told me that he's been watching gay porn online, and that he's scared of getting a cock up his ass, but he for sure wanted to be fisted. I thought that was interesting, I never heard of a virgin wanting a fist, but kids these days, right? He found out about me that I pnp, mostly smoke crystal, I always bareback, I was poz undetectable, I love eating ass, and I knew I would fall in love eating his. So, we set up a meet. He apparently trusted me enough so far to not overstep his boundaries and all he wanted was to experience a tongue up his hole and then to be fisted for a few hours or so. We agreed we would not pnp since he wasn't ready to take on that level yet. I also told him to make sure to bring his drivers license. So, the day of, I got a cheap room, showered, got naked, etc. before he got there. I also prepped, by stripping the sheets off the bed, putting down towels, putting on porn that I had on this USB stick I plugged into the TV, and oh yea, the lube. Well, what he didn't know was that the lube I use comes from a special "factory" and this factory is exclusive to me and I run it. It involves getting a 3 ounce bottle of lube (yes, the small size), silicon based preferred, then crushing a bunch of crystal (like no less than 3.5 grams) and pouring it into the lube bottle, mixing it as best I can. Most, if not all, the time, it's easy for the top to not have to show the lube bottle to the other person, so I knew this would be fine and I would go undetected. So, 6:15pm, right on time to the minute, knock on my door, and I open it and I am face to face with the hottest boy I've seen for a long time. The picture attached to this post IS NOT HIM, but could seriously be his twin. As promised, without me asking, he already has his driver's license in his hand, and he showed it to me. He was legit, turned 18 one month prior to us meeting (and chatting) so I'm in the clear. I was already naked, he seemed excited, he stripped right away and we went to the bed. I ate that ass every which way I could, him on his back with legs pulled up, him bending over, and god he tasted so damn good. After about half hour, I was sensing he wanted what he came for, and that was to be fisted. By this time, my cock is drooling, I so bad wanted to just shove it in his hole full on and let him stew on it, but I promised, and I'm a man of my word, well, sort of. So I start lubing up my hand with my special lube. I showed him my baby syringe posing as a lube shooter and me filling it with lube straight from the bottle and then into his hole (did that 3 times). Then I started rubbing and playing with his hole with my fingers, working them in and starting to stretch him open. I could tell he was nervous, he kept trying to clinch and push everything out, but I held fast, knowing in just a matter of minutes, the crystal would start working and his pussy would start to relax. So about 10 minutes later, I had already injected more lube into his cunt with my shooter two times, and was up to my wrist, and I just started rotating inside him, when he just blurts out "Oh my fucking god! This is so amazing, I never knew it could feel this good!!!" Naturally, I'm thinking, "hah bitch, if this crystal wasn't in this shit, you would be screaming in pain" because he was still damn fucking tight. But I figure, he has no way to know he's been loaded with crystal because he's never done it, so of course he is relating the feelings he is getting directly because of my fist. So, with that encouragement, I step it up. After about an hour, I've used just about half the bottle of lube, so basically 1.75 grams have been shoved in his pussy. I'm up to about 2 inches below my elbow. I've never had anyone moan like how he was moaning in pure pleasure. He was definitely in another place. His eyes were open yet they were definitely not able to see anything unless I brought him out of his high, his mouth was open showing his beautiful teeth, and the only thing coming out of it was moans. I would ask him easy questions, and you could tell he wanted to respond, but he couldn't, he was so far up in cloud based pleasure heaven that he forgot how to speak. So I just kept going, I wanted to go past my elbow, and judging by him, I am sure he wanted me to as well. And of course, I had one more surprise for him. I had on my USB stick a few really really hot porn vids that were totally homemade of an older guy working on a twink's ass, going from an intense fisting to bareback fucking and breeding, and the camera had focused on the pussy like the entire time. Each one was only like 10 mins in length, perfect amount of time until a twink will get bored of a video and want to change it. So once I got to my elbow, I put 4 of these vids on the playlist as next to play, and when the first one started, I watched his eyes, and he was hooked. His entire focus was on the tv. During the first 3 vids, I think I used up another 1/4 of the lube bottle, so he's up to like just over 2.5 grams in his pussy and it's been about 2 1/2 hours. He is now flying to heights he never even knew existed and wanting more as he kept pushing back on my hand. I knew it was now, the 3rd vid was just about to end, the top was about a minute away from exploding deep into his boy's cunt. I pull out my hand, I pour the remaining lube into his pussy, I scoop a lil bit and rub it on my cock, and before he was able to register I took my hand out, I had my totally raw, hard as fuck, dripping cock balls deep in that hot tight relaxed crystal loaded pussy and I was the one who almost passed out from the feeling his stretched cunt was giving my cock. As the video was showing the boy's hole dripping cum out of it, I was fully lodged and started a slow rhythm trying to mimic that pace my hand was at so his brain wouldn't register the swap. The 4th video starts and I knew it was about 7 minutes before the top has his cock buried, and so I wanted to time it to when the top buried his cock, my boy would realize my cock was buried in him. As final encouragement for him, the next video was an hour long compilation of twink holes being filled with daddy cum, to fully get his brain into it. So, as the short of amount of time tick by, I start quickening my pace, I am always going balls deep on the in stroke and I let the crown of my mushroom head to pop out on the out stroke to make sure his ring feels it every time back and forth. In about a minute is the plunge if you will, and so I tell him "boy, you are so fucking hot, I need to fuck you so bad!" Like 10 seconds before the top in the video plunged his cock in, my boy was able to turn his head and eyes to mine and all he could muster was "please Daddy" in just over a whisper. Oh my god, those were the most beautiful words I ever heard. Right before the top plunges in, I pull completely out so we are in sync, and as he plunges in balls deep full on, I'm doing the same. Both boys moan like you've never heard before, in total drug loaded pleasure. I last about 10 minutes, which was like the 5th scene in the compilation, so my boy had seen holes get bred and cum dripping out 4 times so far. His pussy wanted it, it was squeezing me so much, and whenever he tried touching his own cock, I shoved his hands away. I finally couldn't hold back, I knew I was gonna cum huge, and sure enough, without announcing to him, I lost control and my cock got so thick and bam, I shot the biggest load deep in his cunt that it hurt my balls. My cock spasmed 9 times shooting cum out. His cock shot hands free a massive load all over his chest and face, as only an 18 year old can do. With my cock still spasming inside him, I bent over him so we were chest to chest, and I just laid on top of him letting my orgasm take control of my body and let me enjoy it. He passed out (but was fine, and breathing, so was totally safe) from the shear pleasure overload from the drugs and we fell asleep for about an hour. I woke up first. I kissed his little mouth, and pulled out, and started to clean him up. Well, I actually tongued his hole before he woke up to get his and my taste on my tongue. I had him all cleaned up by the time he woke up. I had him cuddled and he turns his neck and looks at me and said something like he did not want to leave and said thank you. I told him go back to sleep, and we had until 11am until checkout to be naked and chill with each other. So we fell back asleep. My dreams were crazy, I dreamt that he became my boy forever and stuff like that. I mean, of course, I was so into him, and so into teaching him. I woke up around 8am, pushing those dreams aside, knowing reality was right around the corner. I left him a note saying I went to get some food, and I would be right back, and when I got back in the room, he was awake, and was in the shower. When he got out, he drops a bomb on me. What he told me had me going nuts. He told me that 6 months ago, both his parents, who had a shitload of money, died travelling somewhere, and left him this 5 bedroom house, in the greatest part of town. He said if I don't believe him, look out the window and see that brand new BMW M-5 sitting there, that was his, and he chirped the alarm to validate that. I felt for him, I was like, sorry to hear he lost his folks. He says, "no, that's not why I am telling you this. I am telling you this, because, you took me to a place last night I never knew I could go to and here I am, awake and safe, and I want more and more and I want you to move in to my house and be my daddy forever." Now, who the hell am I to say no to something like that? Especially given my bankrupt ass. I tell him I of course agree, on a few conditions. I definitely need a new car, he will belong to me, and nobody else unless we mutually agree (like a 3 way), and I don't want to work. He chuckles, and next thing I know, we are at the Audi dealer, and he is writing a check for this $80,000 brand new Audi for me. To this day, I still do not work, he's my boy, and yes, we fuck guys all the time, but always together. I charged up his hole with my poz cum enough times finally it took, which is what he wanted, and there's no sign of any of this changing. To this day, we both think of that first night so much and how it changed both our lives for the better. -------------------------------------- Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

Unfortunately, just once at a Wawa gas station. I pulled in to fill up my tank, and this very cute guy got out of his car at the adjoining pump. He had his shirt off, this is Florida, so driving without your shirt off is fairly common. I went to pump my gas and I saw a sign saying, "pay inside, cash only". Okay, I thought, no big deal. I went inside and paid cash, and went back to my car to pump my gas. The cute guy was now in his car, and said something I could not hear. When I went over his pants were down and he had a massive hard on, and said something like "do you see anything you want". He told me he was new to Tampa, but I could follow him back to his new place. I was in my car in a New York second, I followed him back to his place and he forced me to do unspeakable things (actually I volunteered). It was one of the few times, over all these years, where I was totally oblivious to the potential of someone offering me sex. I look back fondly at that encounter.

So, per my usual routine, I went over to Ramrod for a beer before heading over to Slammer. There were guys fucking each other everywhere, just like it used to be. Apparently, the management got a "pass" on the rule re: no sex in the bar - for PigWeek. What I want to know is, if they can get a pass for PigWeek, then why not for the other 51 weeks of the year? For the sake of their patrons who bought drinks, drank them, got sloppy, and fucked each other all night long. For the sake of the "regulars" of loyal patrons who made the bar a "go-to" destination all these years? Last night, it was fan-fukkin-tastic. I suppose it will be tonight too. Are we back to normal over there? Anyone have the answer? I don't .....

Last year my wife and daughters were away to attend a wedding. I had this married guy over for the weekend. He fucked me in one night in each of my daughter’s bed and the last night in me and my wife’s bed. hottest thing was watching him wipe his cock in their dirty panties that we took from the hampers.

Many topics have been talked in this discussions, many points of view, all interesting, don't know if I manage to cover them all! - gifting/chasing fantasies: many reasons for them, and each one makes sense for the person living it! But it's essential to understand where you want your life to go! I said it several times here: FANTASY is a thing, DESIRE is another. What I think is that a good sex education is essential to allow youngest people to understand what they really want! Now science (meds and PrEP) and technology (sites, forums, instant messengers) can allow us to keep our fantasies alive, even the darkest, without harming ourselves or others. - judgments: all of us are somehow judgmental towards ourselves or others, because we're unfortunately grown up in a somehow judgmental culture. And your way to manage judgments depends on how sure you are about yourself! Not everything can be told to everyone! - stigma and self-stigma: yes, everyone lives it in their own way. I was full of self-stigma due to the fact I decided to forgive my cheating ex, unaware that the damage was just matter of time. It's him who brought HIV home, it was me to feel guilty because I let him "enter my door again" in all senses of the word. That is, "you are gay and deserve HIV no matter if you were faithful". "You deserve no longer to have sex because you have those nasty gifting fantasies and you are a danger." As someone already said, status coming-out is a no-turning-back journey and my own experience has always been "say it when you're ready". Being "ready" means having trusted people to count on, being psychologically prepared to the idea of a potential rejection not only in sex life but also possible in friendships and partners. I was independent, earnt my own money when I revealed it to my biological father, I didn't expect any other reaction than the one he had, that is cutting every contact with me. But it was mutual, I can't change my DNA but he's never deserved me to consider him "dad". Sperm donor is appropriate. So, having the support of my mother and her second husband, my twin sister and my then best friend now boyfriend, I feel and felt strong to face everything, including unpolite behavior in front of healthcare-related people being ignorant on it! Did I say "RTFM" -read the fucking manual- to the dentist? Yes, I did. And told him "I've the money, you've the service. Judge yourself who's in control". But strength grows with awareness and you can't face an asshole doctor/dentist if you feel stigmatized/marginalized yourself. For me HIV is no longer something to be ashamed of, it's been a long journey to achieve this awareness but I'm here and never fucking look back. - chasers and regretting: for all of you mentioning dentist's face or stigma or rejection or whatever else to discourage chasers, I honestly don't find this strategy so effective. It's not as in early 80s where people got stigmatized who knows why, now it's possible to know about stigma, meds, insurance issues where present, etc, they have PrEP in hands, and they choose the other path; everyone has their own reason, and, in some cases they also might feel they've nothing more to lose. Many gay men (or even boys) have been rejected by family, by school, by friends, due to their orientation, someone could say "one more rejection means nothing". Or "too much anxiety and panic for std's, at least let me decide who and when". I've even heard, HERE, someone saying "I'm almost at the end of my life, makes no sense to be still safe let me decide how to die at least". - liking/embracing to be poz? Once you are, you can't reverse the situation so you can choose if living in regret or embrace your new life in a way or the other. I've had no possibility to decide about my own health, you could blame me for not having used condoms with my ex, aware that he was a serial cheater? Find it yourself, how many time a monogamous partner uses condoms after having forgiven their love, for the cheat? Blame me for having had hope that it was the last and there were no consequences! I don't "like" to be poz, I'm not proud of the virus itself. But I'm proud of the man I've become, of the awareness I've acquired with time and experience. If I only had possibility I'd have liked to stay neg, but it's useless to look back in anger. "Don't look back in anger" that's why it's my favorite song. - would you like to eradicate HIV from the world? YES. Regardless of my fantasies, what I think, whatever. HIV and AIDS have been a stop to sex freedom in the whole world, many people fighting for gay right in the 70s are no longer here, AIDS has allowed the worst homophobia to come out, together with millions of victims and suffering it caused. Should I continue? Inappropriate, I think. Last but not least, what I think about it all? Want to solve problems of people searching for HIV deliberately? First eradicate homophobia, serophobia, never make a person feel judged or marginalized, give everyone a reason to love and be loved. Bye and sorry for the too long post.

Part 20 Prequel: ''The Real Chase Begins'' Again I was led between cellar level and the first floor into Sir's bedroom. The curtains were open as was the window, and the full moon beamed in lighting up the whole room. Suddenly my sleep deprived and wired feeling just left me as I in a heartbeat felt energised and very much alive. The freestanding mirror from the spare bedroom was now in here, situated in front of the window and half way down the length of the bed, just so I could see Master USE me if I was at any point unable to turn my head to the left to look into the full length wardrobe mirrors. The black vinyl sheet was still covering Sir's mattress, and on it where my head would usually lie on a pillow were three tourniquets, an empty 3ml syringe with needle, a syringe with T in it, and some cotton pads. I was told to sit on the edge of the bed facing the door, and wait. Master left the room, and when he returned gone was Sir's Muir, the Leather Waistcoat, and his army boots. Now his attire consisted of his executioner hood which I loved him in, really set his deep set eyes off a treat. And on his feet were now with a pair of 20 hole boots with red laces. And that was it. After that he was completely naked! Without delay a tourniquet was attached to each of my arms, and the remaining one he attached to one of his arms. I was told to hold one of the cotton pads in prep for a potential incoming puncture site....

Both, although the stigma against being gay is vastly decreased, compared with a distinct but more moderated stigma about HIV. To this day it's not uncommon to find profiles on gay dating/hookup sites that say "disease free, u b too". There's really no way to spin that as "undetectable is ok". You don't, of course, which is one reason among many that such an attitude is silly. Someone who cops to being poz and undetectable is (in my opinion) most likely telling the truth - he's already getting the "strike" of being poz, so why would he lie about being infectious? Meanwhile, there are a lot of men - a LOT of men - who assume they're negative because they had a negative test five or eight or ten years ago and have never checked again. Those are the ones who are more likely to be positive, not know it, and to be infectious.

Part 17: ''Going Solo'' My Master, formerly known as Uncle Terry continued to hold his pozition of his throbbing twitching poz-piston very still as his gaze deep into my eyes via our reflection did not avert. He suddenly broke a huge smile, a devilish looking wide grin which showed off his fangs, the grin and the fangs complimenting the executioner hood, and all were now lit up by the moon beaming in to the room. Holding onto my hips he turned his head away from the mirror and down to where his pubic area was touching the top of my ass cheeks... He watched on as he very slowly withdrew to the tip of his fat bulbous mushroom cock head, and then..... he aggressively SLAMMED in all 12" balls deep which caused me to grunt loudly as my body thrust forwards even though I managed to keep my arms holding me up. He repeated this very slow withdrawing to the tip and aggressive slamming in balls deep over and over, each time I would grunt loudly. On the last aggressive inward thrust and my loud grunt Sir's snoring stopped and he turned over so now he faced us. Fuck, I didn't want him to wake. Master suddenly went very still and quiet, and so did I. It didn't take even a minute for Sir to start snoring very loudly again at which point my Master firmly gripped my waist and commenced a fast and hard fuck on my cum filled cunt. And even though I dropped a load of it a short moment ago I must have still had loads of my Master's dirty seed inside of me as all you could hear were loud squelching noises as Master pounded my sloppy gaping fag-hole. After a good hard pounding the squelching and fucking came to a halt, and I felt a breath near my ear.... - You know where Doug keeps the key to the cage on your pointless faggot-boy dick? - Yes Master. In the top left hand pocket on his Leather Jacket. Master spoke with Sir even though he slept and snored, maybe planting a seed in his subconscious... - Doug mate, if you don't take your Leather Jacket with you tomorrow, that will be your nod of approval that I can unlock your cage, then relock using my cage. - You have your own chastity cage, Master? - Several. I have one in my car as part of a full starter sub-kit. I need to sleep, and I want to be awake before Doug leaves which already means I won't sleep very much. C'mon.... My Master took my back down into the cellar where he got me to jump into the sling. Both ankles were restrained, then one wrist, and before he could restrain the second wrist... - Fuck, I cannot wait any longer.... He grabbed an empty beer bottle and almost filled it right to the top. No wonder he could not wait any longer, that was one monumental piss he just took. He then put a ball gag into my mouth and blindfolded me. - I'll see you in a short while faggot-boy. I won't be long. But just to make Doug doesn't see what an utter state of a cum dump that you are or my fang marks on your neck I shall be locking the cellar door and sleeping with the key under my pillow. I knew through tiredness I am sure that Master had forgotten to restrain my second wrist and there was a reason I did not tell him. I was still high and horny, and I wanted to continue to play. I left it a little while after he had left. I then removed the blindfold, then unrestrained my one wrist and both ankles, and finally removed the ball-gag. I wasted no time in leaping up, grabbing the 13"er dildo and diving onto the cold piss soaked vinyl sheet that covered the mattress, and there I played solo, a 13" dildo working in Master's dirty seed deeper into my guts, splashing around the cold piss, and tweaking on my piglet-tits. That old cat and mouse adage seemed very appropriate for now... Whilst Master is away the faggot-boy will play! Before Master went to bed he fetched from the trunk of his car the full starter sub-kit that he spoke of, and took it to Sir's spare bedroom where he would have his short sleep. Then.... that bottle of Master piss caught my eye! I took the dildo out of my cunt, stood up, took off my H Harness, fetched the beer bottle containing Master's warm piss, stood on the piss soaked vinyl sheet covered mattress facing the mirror, removed my red rubber jockstrap so it was now resting upon my ankles, and then I poured about half of the bottle of Master piss over my head and watched it trickle down all over my body, my hair dripping as if I had just come up from under water at the beach. I stared at my pointless little caged fag-dick. It seemed as though it was now shrivelled. I spoke to my reflection.... - I am faggot-boy, Master's faggot-boy, and Sir's trainee sub. I desire to worship my Master's Master. I am here on Earth as a faggot, a pig, a worm, an inferior, a slut, a whore and so much more beyond to serve Men and all of their desires, no matter how dark they are. I love Dick. I love cum. I want my cunt to become completely trashed and a full on totally blown-out meat sleeve. And my darkest desire is for Master to knock me up. Yes, I am now a chaser. I embrace it. And with that I downed the remaining half of the Master piss in the beer bottle down into my greedy piss hungry belly. Master Terry did not have much of a sleep, only about five hours. He usually would need a good eight hours to function at his best. He slept with the locked cellar key underneath his pillow. The day had arrived for Sir to go and stay with his mum for a while to give brother Keith and his wife a break. He would be gone 9 days in all. Having had a short-ish sleep Master came down the stairs to find Sir having breakfast. - Morning Doug, how are you? Sleep well? - Aaaahhh, morning Terry my friend. I slept very heavily, and for about 9 hours. I must have been super tired as it seems I even forgot to close the curtains in my bedroom lastnight. I'm okay. To be honest am worried about my mum. But I will see her in a short while. Some fry up and coffee there if you want it. - Great, I do, I am very hungry. What time are you planning on leaving? - I'll just finish my breakfast, then I will dig up some of the organic vegetables from the garden to take to mum's, then I will be off. Where is my boy, I haven't seen him? And I see the cellar door is locked. - Yes, he is down there. I thought it best the door was locked as he was when I left him lastnight he was still high yet exhausted with it and didn't want him wandering around the place in such a state in case of falling and having an accident. - Good thinking. I haven't really got time to see him as I am in a rush anyway. His first job of the day will be these breakfast dishes. - I'll make sure he does them first thing.

I so want to hang with that family. A Dad and his sons getting high and fucking a fag together is so hot.

I had finally controlled my crying, more to the point, it had subsided and I told David about my HIV positive status. “Why do you think I insisted on condoms when we first started hearing about AIDS? My friends had told me about your bathhouse exploits when you worked there.” “You knew I worked at the bathhouse when we met?” “Yeah. And I knew you were a huge cum slut.” “You did? Why didn’t you tell me you knew.” “I figured it wasn’t mine to tell. If you needed time to trust me then I was going to give you that.” “But all these years?” “Yeah, you needed to be ready.” “But you just drank my poz cum. If you knew, why would you do that.” “I checked with my doctor. No HIV could survive my stomach acids.” “So did you know it wasn’t a regular flu a while back?” “Yeah. I figured you just weren’t ready to tell me the hole story.” “Did you know I’ve been with dozens of men since then, and it’s all been bareback?” “I didn’t know, but I suspected. You were getting home late, taking more showers, going out on your own more often. I was pretty sure you’d gone sex wild.” “And you’re still going to stay with me?” I welled up. Taking me tenderly in his arms, “I love you. Why wouldn’t I stay with you?” “But all my hiding, all my lies?” “Well, you don’t need to hide and lie anymore. At least not with me.” I could hardly take this all in. Over the next number of weeks, I grew to trust David’s response more and more. Thursday night became my regular bathhouse night. Our pet name for it was ‘Special Fuck Night’. I always came home with several loads deep in my gut, and if he was still awake David would slip into his safe condom and give me my last ride of the night or early, early morning. My available sex object magnetism just grew stronger and stronger and anonymous encounters became an everyday occurrence. Other than David’s I would have no part of rubbers. They either agreed to do me raw or not at all. I even found three guys at work who would breed me during breaks. In every aspect of my life, I grew more and more confident. Peter even agreed to some threesomes. He would always empower our guest top by grabbing his raw cock and guiding it into my hole. He loved to watch the other guys fuck and breed me. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was, but I wasn’t about to complain. A month after coming clean with David I got the phone call. Peter had been killed in a car accident. I was inconsolable for three days. I couldn’t fly home for his funeral, my family would ask too many questions. At breakfast on day four David pushed an envelope toward me. He encouraged me to look inside. It contained a plane ticket to Palm Springs and the receipt for a week stay at a clothing optional gay resort. I was confused that there was only one plane ticket. “You need to get away on your own to process your grief. Celebrate Peter’s life by fucking your brains out. You missed the business card in there. It’s for a gay therapist in Palm Springs whose expecting you should you feel the need to talk and give him a call. You don’t have to use any of this. It’s completely up to you.” How had I attracted this angel into my life? It didn’t take me long to decide I would make use of the opportunity. As I boarded the plane I could here Peter cheering from the great beyond. Rather than me attending his funeral he was looking forward to watching me ritualize his life doing what he most enjoyed when he was alive. In those days they didn’t put you on HIV meds immediately upon diagnosis. They watched your blood counts and only started meds when some factor, I forget which, dropped below 250. Whatever that was, mine had shoot sky high to do it’s best to fight this new infection. My Doc had said he figured they might be watching me for a long time before I would need meds. It would take two full years in my case. This meant I was going to a gay mecca with a very high HIV count. I had mixed feelings about this but the negative ones were not enough to put the breaks on my opportunity to have the sexual holiday orgy of my life. In fact, I knew Peter was watching and cheering me on even before I arrived at the airport. My taxi driver was an incredibly cute East Indian. He was very easy to talk to and very extraverted. When he heard where I was going, he told me how jealous he was. He then wondered what time my flight was. I’m one of those people that always gets to the airport hours ahead of my flight. I’m to anxious a person to leave maneuvering airport security, customs, etc. to the last minute, or even the prescribed amount of time for international flights. The taxi driver knew a secluded place along the way, did I want to have car sex? “Da, yeah.” Parked behind a strip mall between two big dumpsters he moved into the back seat. He’d instructed me to bare my ass and kneel on the seat, we wouldn’t have time for foreplay. He took time to eat and rim my hole preparing me to take his incredibly big cock for such a little guy with only spit for lube. At first, I wasn’t sure I could accommodate his member, but I was not his first work fuck. He came prepared with poppers and presented them to my nose. I inhaled deeply, relaxed my ass and in he moved. Balls deep he gave me a moment and then started pounding. It was only after he came inside me, pulled his clothes back on, and we were back on our way that I realized we had never discussed preferred sexual roles or lack of safety practices. I guess everything about me screamed ‘available cum slut sub’, and he had the confidence to take what I needed to give. I still got to the airport a good hour ahead of the recommended time for international flights. There was no line as I went through security. In fact, the security staff looked board out of their minds. Even though I didn’t set off the scanner the tall handsome guard insisted on patting me down. When he had done the usual perfunctory job, he quickly checked to see if anyone was watching us. Seeing the coast clear he rubbed my crotch and smiled as I hardened. He then called over to his co-workers to let them know he was taking a break. Without any words spoken I followed him. As we passed a cleaner the guard asked if we could use the cleaner’s closet. From the smile on the cleaner’s face, I knew this was not the first time this transaction had occurred. Safe within the 5’ by 8’ closet the door was closed, locked and I was pinned against the wall with the young guard’s tongue down my throat. His hand was already snaking into the back of my jeans. A finger traced down my ass crack and found my hole. He pulled it out, moved it to his mouth and tasted. “Mmmm, someone has beat me, or are there more than one stranger"s loads in there?” “Just one, my cabbie.” I was spun around, my jeans dropped; I love commando, and his long slim cock in me before I had a chance to think. “I could tell you were a slut the moment I saw you approach security. You love my raw cock up your ass, don’t you?” “Yeah.” “And you don’t even care my status, do you?” “No. … Well actually yes. Are you poz?” “Yup.” “Medicated?” “Nope!” “Yeah, I care. Breed me with your toxic cum man!” “You want me to paint your guts with HIV?” “Yeah, cum in me.” “You poz?” I lied, “No” “And you still want me to breed your negative ass.” “Yeah! Knock me up!” That pushed him over the edge as I felt his body convulse, my gut walls sprayed and heard him yell, “Take my toxic seed you fuckin stupid slut!” He was totally oblivious to who might be able to hear on the other side of that closet door. So, see by the time I got on that plane I knew Peter had been watching me start my personal orgy ritual to him. I knew he was cheering me on every step, every fuck, every breeding along the way.

EPILOGUE I don’t know how many loads Justin took that weekend, but it was a hell of a lot. Rather than sleeping in the warehouse bedroom, he spent the two nights with me back at the hotel, my cock buried in his hole while we slept. When we were alone we talked about everything, giving me a chance to get to know who my son really was deep down, and bringing us closer than we ever had been before. I dropped him back at his halls on the Sunday evening, and a couple of weeks later he texted me to let me know he had the flu. I took the week off work and went up to Nottingham again, spiriting him away to a hotel where I could take care of him for a few days. I wish I could say I just nursed him back to health, but I did of course fuck him quite a few times during that stay. When he seemed to be better and we'd got him tested to confirm what we already knew, I took great pride in allowing him to drop the first poz loads of his life into his father. I eventually went on meds, but Justin told me he was enjoying his new-found status and was going to hold off for a while. In time he let slip that he’d got a bit more versatile, and in so doing had managed to poz several members of the various sports teams at the university, as well as a couple of his lecturers. Although I was concerned that this could all blow up on him, I could not help but be turned on by his stories of breeding the closeted jocks and married men that he had pursued. Of course, he had also continued to be a proud and active cumdump, and I thoroughly enjoyed the stories he sent me of his exploits taking loads wherever he could. Being a father I did of course make sure that he was keeping up with his studies, which he assured me he was. Justin really took to being out and proud, both as a gay man and as a poz pig. He got the biohazard tattoo on his chest that he had wanted, as well as a big scorpion design on his back. Given he was regularly naked in the changing rooms with his football teammates, I was particularly surprised that he also got his buttocks adorned with a second biohazard symbol on one cheek and the words “FUCK ME” on the other. However, he said that rather than being disgusted by it, most of his teammates were so horny all the time that they took it as more of an instruction. I doubt he ever told them what they were risking by doing so. We were like rabbits in heat whenever he was home, and really had to hold ourselves back during the Christmas break to keep it from Jacob. However, while we may have just about achieved that initially, it all went to pot two days into the Easter break. We both thought Jacob was going to be out all night so were not holding back as we ploughed each other in my bedroom, but it turned out he’d come home early after breaking up with his cheating girlfriend and had thus been sitting downstairs listening to us going at it upstairs. He was remarkably cool about it, saying he suspected as much and that we should not worry about him, but things took a real turn when he came into the room a couple of nights later while I was taking Justin doggystyle on the bed. Jacob just calmly sat down in my desk chair and motioned to us to keep going, so with a bit of hesitation I went back to buggering my younger son while the older one watched. Thereafter Jacob was a regular voyeur of our activities, until the evening before they were both going back to university. As per normal, he got out of the chair after I had blown my load in Justin, but rather than leaving the room as he usually did, he instead undid his trousers, climbed onto the bed and casually slid his dick into his brother. He fucked him for only a few minutes before blowing his load, and then removed his cock and presented it to me. I nervously leaned forward and took it in my mouth to clean it off, then he pulled back, did up his trousers and left the room. Not a word was spoken by any of us throughout, and all Justin and I could do was look at each other with wide eyes. Jacob left in his car early the next morning, before Justin and I had even woken up. When the long summer break came around, everything was different. Jacob was barely through the front door after driving himself down from uni before he had me bent me over the kitchen counter, and after breeding me he went upstairs to his brother’s room. Justin had been taking a nap after I’d let a load of truckers loose on him at a service station between Nottingham and London, but he was soon woken from that by his brother mounting him and giving him a long, loud pounding. This, however, was not Jacob just letting off some steam after a term away from us both, as Justin and I were taken by him regularly throughout the three month long break. He also continued to watch us when we were fucking each other, occasionally joining in to either make it a spit-roast or a chain-fuck. Justin, it turned out, had managed to get a bit of a following on OnlyFans, so rather than spend his summer break waiting tables or temping in an office, he just churned out video after video of his exploits. He was clearly earning quite a bit, as one day I got home to find him wearing some enormous pieces of silver jewellery just like my own, leading to the first of many very loud, clanging fuck sessions for us both. New tattoos kept appearing too, and it was clear he was going to have quite intricate full sleeves in due course. I didn’t mind, as he definitely had the body for it. The last day of the Easter break had been a big turning point in the relationship between the three of us, and so too it turned out was the last day of the summer break. Justin and I had been out in the morning picking up the car he had bought for himself, and when we got back at lunchtime we found Jacob standing in the kitchen wearing just a jockstrap, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He motioned for us to follow him into my bedroom, where we watched in shock as he grabbed an ashtray and then climbed onto the bed on all fours. He wiggled his arse, saying nothing to either of us but letting us both know for sure what he wanted. We worked as a team to get him ready with our tongues and fingers, while he happily huffed poppers and smoked cigarettes. I then had the honour of popping my oldest son’s cherry, gently but firmly sliding my raw cock into his virgin hole. He moaned throughout, but was also pushing back on me whenever I slowed down so I knew he was enjoying it. Rather quicker than I would have liked, I went over the edge and blew my undetectable load into him. Justin, however, did not step up to take over when I eventually pulled out of Jacob. “I’m poz” he said. “I know” replied Jacob, speaking for the first time since we had got home. “You both are.” “No” said Justin, “Dad’s on meds and is shooting blanks. I’m not taking anything, so I’m like, properly toxic. I could infect you.” “Then fuck me already” replied Jacob, turning to smile at his brother. “Are you sure son?” I asked him. “Yes” he said, closing his eyes and turning his face back forwards again. “Fuck me Justin.” And so it was, that my younger son slid his cock into my older one and gave him his first poz load. An hour later he gave him his second. Another couple of hours later he gave him his third. By the time the evening came round, a couple of my poz mates had joined us to ensure that Jacob’s newly-opened arse was never empty of toxic cocks. Man, did I regret being on meds that night, and made the decision to stop taking them until Jacob had converted. Sure enough, the virus did not seem to take that night, nor from the weekend visits that Jacob made to his brother or back home to me during the first term of his final year at uni. Thus, when the Christmas break came around, we spent a couple of days of it back at the warehouse letting Peter and his friends work with us on the family hat-trick. Jacob took everything they had to give, and Justin greatly enjoyed being on hand to be used by the men on the side. I, however, focused my energies entirely on trying to get my older son converted, but of course will never know whether it was my own demon seed or someone else’s that did it. Either way, Jacob woke up with a fever on New Year’s Eve, and while Justin and I took care of him we also continued to fill his hole regularly throughout his battle with the fuck flu. We then joined him for his HIV test the day before the boys headed back to university, and Justin readily accepted his brother’s first poz load in the disabled loo at the clinic just minutes after we got the positive result. Three years later, and both of them are still living with me at home. It just makes sense financially for the time being, and of course we get a lot of benefits out of having ready access to each other’s bodies. Jacob is definitely more of a top, and seems to also have hook-ups with women off Tinder from time to time, but is happy to bend over for his dad or his brother when we’re in the mood to use his hole. He also enthusiastically joins us on the nights when we head to a sex club, cruising spot or wherever it is that we have chosen to bend over side by side and get railed by as many men as possible, something we’ve come to jokingly call ‘the family picnic’. All three of us bring men back to the house too, and I know that Justin and Jacob particularly enjoy finding a versatile guy that they can put in the middle of a family sandwich. They enjoy it even more when they get to poz a guy together, or find someone particularly toxic to recharge them both. We now all sport on our backs variants of the scorpion design that Justin first got, and both my boys have biohazards on their impressive pecs while mine is of course a tramp-stamp beneath the scorpion’s stinger. Justin has turned into a bit of a size queen in the accessories department too, having replaced his already heavy silver chain collection with even larger units so that he has over 4 kilos of extra weight on him most of the time. Jacob is less into all that but he does sometimes put on Justin’s spares when he’s in the mood, which is usually enough for me to bend him over whatever is nearby so I can do my fatherly duty on his rear end. Indeed, I think he only puts on the bling when we wants me to fuck him, knowing that it always turns up my dial to full in no time. Yes, we’re a slightly fucked-up family, but we are loving, close and eternally bonded to each other in a way that few other families could be. I’m not sure how long it will be before one, two or even all three of us seek something a bit more long-term with a partner, and the thought has crossed my mind that Justin and Jacob may end up being that person for each other in the future which I’m actually on board with if it happens (obviously I have no problems with incest!). Indeed, as I’m writing this at my desk today, the boys are next to me on the bed enjoying cigarettes and beers following some particularly good sex we just had. Jacob had his first go at riding my and Justin’s cocks at the same time, and from the look on his face I think he may be up for another round of that in a moment. So, with that, I’m going to sign off and get back to fucking my sons. Adios!

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. This is a not so short continuation of some characters from my story "A Brother In Trouble" centered around Ric and his first year at university (where BiT left off with him). It started out short, but I got carried away. He was introduced in Chapter 29 - and was in several other chapters after that. For those that just want a brief setup... Ric had turned 18 and his father was worried about his lack of sexual activity and hired an escort for Ric to get over his first-time anxiety. First a woman and when that failed (she told Ric's dad "he's a fag"), then a male escort (Joe) who took his virginity and gave him HIV. Ric embraced his new status and soon found several new gay friends at school who were eager for Ric share his bug with them. He helped Joe out with an escorting gig and did some work on his own, including one meet where he worked with another escort while touring a college campus in California. That led to him doing a scene in an adult video. The college is near where Joe (and his boyfriend Kyle) relocated after Joe graduated college. This story starts with Ric's first/freshman year in college. The first post is a little long due to some setup for the story. There are 6 Chapters, each have a few parts to them. ------- Chapter 1.1 - A Rough Start ------- The beginning of Ric's freshman year in college hadn't started out as good as he had hoped. He moved into his assigned dorm room and had just finished unpacking when his roommate arrived. He laid on his lumpy bed reading while the guy unpacked a pair of suitcases and four boxes of stuff. With most of the things put away, the guy introduced himself. "Hey, by the way I'm Steve, if you hadn't already figured that out from the nameplate" he said. "Hi, I'm Ric. I already scratched out the last part on the card. I don't know why they used my full name and your nickname" Ric replied. Steve shrugged his shoulders and picked up a red bandanna and tied it in a loop before hanging it over the door knob. "Know what that's for?" Steve asked. Ric thought quickly and knew of a few uses but doubted he'd be so lucky to have a gay roommate, especially one that knew about the old hanky code he'd read about. He also hoped that it wasn't there in case he wanted something quick to gag or tie up someone he wanted to rape, so he played dumb. "No I don't" he replied. "It tells you or me that someone's in here fuckin some bitch and to go away for a while. If you see it hangin outside don't try and come in" Steve explained, seeming a little disgusted at Ric's naivete. Ric replied "gotcha" and started to realize that he probably wasn't going to have much in common with his new roommate. "'Course a guy like you probably has tons of girls beggin to get your dick" Steve said just as Ric started reading again. "Yeah... a few" Ric replied nonchalantly. He wasn't quite ready to tell Steve that he was gay and wondered if he should take the pride bracelet he'd hung on a hook next to his keys down before his roommate noticed it. Ric had tried straight sex two more times since he graduated and each time couldn't stay hard to actually fuck. Foreplay seemed to be ok, but the thought of plowing a girl's pussy just turned him off. The condoms didn't help, either. With guys, the moment he saw guy's bare ass his dick immediately sprang up. Both of the girls knew he was gay but were sure with the right girl they could turn him straight. "Got a girlfriend, Ric?" asked Steve. "Nah, I'd rather just fuck around. Even my dad told me to avoid getting serious until after I'd graduated and not get married as young as he did" Ric replied. It was close to the truth too, he liked fucking a variety of guys he definitely preferred having fuckbuddies. While some of his friends back home were more on the "fuck" side and others were on the "buddy" side, his dick had gone into almost all of them. "Yeah, I know. My old man said fuck all ya want just don't get em preggers" Steve replied. Ric nodded but started to wonder if Steve's only thoughts were on sex. As much Ric loved fucking, it wasn't the only thing on his mind. Steve continued to blather on and Ric was wondering if it would ever end. They hit dinner down at the cafeteria and Steve disappeared afterwards, saying he was going to go look around campus. The third day was when Steve spotted the bracelet. "What the heck is that?" Steve asked, pointing at the bracelet. And that's where things started to go downhill. Two days later, Steve walked in with the Resident Assistant. "Dude, I just can't do it. I didn't sleep at all last night thinkin that you were gonna fuck my ass." Ric looked incredulous. "Yeah, and not a damn thing happened. You're not my type... not even close. You probably get laid more than I do unless all that big talk is just BS" Ric said, his blood boiling at that point. "Settle down, you two. I got another room for you to move to, Ric" the RA said. "Why do I have to move? Make the homophobic asshole find a new hole to crawl into" Ric snarled. In the end, Ric packed his stuff up just to get away from Steve before he punched his face in. His second roommate was slightly better, but still made a few too many comments that Ric didn't appreciate. This time it was Ric at the RA's room asking for another room. It took a few days but finally Ric was moving again. Instead of down the hall, it was over to a different building. Rather than just getting shuffled to an empty space again, Ric met the other guy before agreeing to move. "Hi, Eddy?" Ric said as he knocked on the open door. "Yeah, come on in" Eddy replied. They shook hands and Ric sat down on the empty bed and Eddy on his. Ric started out with his interrogation and Eddy calmly replied to each question. After almost thirty minutes Ric paused and Eddy said "Is that all? I have a few questions of my own." Ric chuckled and then apologized before Eddy began questioning him back. They finished up an hour after they started when Eddy had to leave for class. Ric moved in the next day and hoped the third room was last of his moves. Eddy seemed to have no issues with his sexual preference and just asked Ric not to lock him out 'too often' and to be respectful. Ric assumed that meant he shouldn't make out with anyone in front of Eddy or make him feel uncomfortable by doing things like watching porn when he was around. Both were things he could deal with and hoped it worked both ways. While Ric had been up front about his sexual preference, Eddy had stayed silent, not saying if he was gay, straight, bi or even asexual. He was a couple years older than Ric and Eddy told him the first roommate he had that semester dropped out to deal with family issues. As he settled into his new home, Ric made a list of all the things he still needed to do. The first was to get a new sim card for his "work" phone. He knew he was going to have to do a few escorting jobs to pad his bank account since things seemed a lot more expensive here than back home. He sent off a few messages to people that he wanted to keep in touch with, telling them that the old number would go dead in a couple weeks and he would send his new number that afternoon. One by one he got responses ranging from "ok" to a thumbs-up emoji. With his new number active, he sent out another round of messages. This time, some of the responses were a little more verbose. "hope it gets a lot of action", "want to talk about a new project" and "hope we work together again soon" were some that he got back. Ric smiled, happy that most of the guys were still interested in meeting. One item down and a dozen more to go. He headed off to one of his classes and sat through the boring lecture. He knew most of these freshman classes were pretty useless since he knew most of the stuff already, but he would need them to graduate and wanted to get them out of the way. The next morning he woke up as he heard Eddy getting ready for his 8 am math class. "He must be a morning person, I could never get my brain working on that stuff this early" Ric thought. He got up and wandered to the big shared guys bathroom in just his sleeping shorts and some sandals with a towel over his shoulder and his toiletry bag in his hand. He waited for one of the showers to free up and noticed one guy come out of the far end shower and a second later another guy poke his head out of the same shower to see if anyone was there. The shocked look on the second guy as he saw Ric staring back at him brought a big smile to Ric's face. He motioned for the guy to come out and mouthed "It's cool" to him. The guy was embarrassed and seemed to be trying to dry off in a hurry. Ric slid past the two guys, letting his hand rub over the second guy's butt and whispering "fuckin hot" before he stepped in the shower and pulled the curtain closed. He had intentionally left his shorts on until the curtain was closed to cover up the biohazard tat over his cock. He already had enough problems finding a roommate that would accept him and he didn't want to scare the rest of the people on the floor, at least not right away. Tossing his towel and then shorts over the curtain rod, he washed off the previous day's sweat. At home he'd usually stroke himself off during his morning shower but he didn't feel comfortable doing that with four other guys showering in the neighboring stalls. His balls were getting heavy, not having been emptied in several days and he knew he needed to drain them soon. He finished his shower and got out, the other guys having disappeared and only one other shower was occupied now. As he dried off, he heard the other shower turn off and hurried to finish. He was just toweling off his head when the curtain opened. It was only a couple seconds before he turned away and grabbed his shorts but apparently long enough for the other guy to catch a glimpse at his naked body. The other guy let out a drawn out "Fuuuuck" as Ric pulled on his shorts. Ric tossed the wet towel around his neck and turned back to go to his room. The other guy was still standing there, dripping wet and naked with his mouth dropped open. "Morning" Ric said to the guy he'd only seen a few times in the hallway. He looked kind of cute and much better naked than the other times he'd seen him fully clothed. "Goddamn that's hot" the guy replied and then a moment later replied "Uh... morning." Ric walked by, trying to stay as calm as possible and ignore the comment. He knew he should have said "Thanks" or something, but he still didn't think of himself as "hot" or "sexy", even if he had gotten all of those comments to his one porn scene and from a few of his clients. He wasn't even sure what the guy thought was so hot, but he finished up his morning routine and got back to his room to change. Ric finally felt like things were getting into a normal groove, but he was dreading his first task for the day. "They open at ten... half hour to get there... so leave at 9:45 so I'm not there with a ton of people for the opening rush" he thought to himself. He made his way down to the cafeteria and grabbed some juice, coffee, an apple and a couple granola bars before sitting down at a table by himself. He finished the first granola bar and was biting into the apple as two guys sat down across from him. It took a second but he realized it was the pair of guys from the shower earlier. Ric smiled and said "Morning guys... I don't think we properly met. I'm Ric" trying to break the ice. The guys stared back at him, surprised at how casual he seemed to be. "Uh... I'm Dan and this is Scotty" the one that had gotten out of the shower first stammered out. "Nice to meet you. Sorry if I surprised you earlier, but as I said then, it's cool. I don't care and I'm not going to say anything. It's good to know I'm not the only one on the floor that likes that kind of stuff" Ric said. He tried to carefully word his comments so that if anyone around them heard it they wouldn't know what he was really talking about. "Oh... Uh... Yeah... Thanks... I... I mean... we don't want it to get out" Dan stammered out. Ric knew they were both scared of getting outed in their first month of college and seemed to be unsure if Ric was being serious or not. Ric smiled slightly and quietly said "I get it. The rumor mill outed me last year. It's a lot better to do it on your own terms, but you'll be surprised at the response" as he finished the last of his breakfast. They seemed a lot less panicked after his last comment so he said "I got to take off. Have fun and I'll catch you guys later." He winked at them and went back to his room. Ric grabbed his backpack with stuff for his first class and then headed out of the dorm. He walked the six blocks over to the clinic on West Street that the one at home had referred him to. He took a deep breath and walked in the door and found the reception desk. "Hi, I just started school here and the clinic I used to go to back home referred me here. I think they sent my records too, but I'm not sure" Ric told the nurse. He really would have preferred talking to Douglas from the clinic back home, and while the nurse seemed friendly he wondered if this place would be as accepting of his status and lack of treatment. "Here are some forms to fill out and can you write your name, date of birth and the referring clinic name down on this piece of paper so we can find the charts they sent?" the nurse asked as she handed him a clipboard and a small scrap of paper. Ric grabbed a pen from the bin and put down the info on the small piece of paper and handed it back to her. He took the clipboard and sat down, filling out the form that was strangely familiar. It made him laugh and he realized that when he filled this form out the last time, he was a lot more sexually active. The moves, start of college and other things had conspired to kill his sex life. He thought back and other than a quick blowjob in a bathroom on campus and Joe's welcome party a month ago, he hadn't fucked anyone. He took the completed form back to the desk and the nurse said "we found your charts along with a couple others that Jones sent over. Did you move here with someone else?" "No, but I might know who the others are for. Are they for Joe and Kyle? They moved out here a month or two earlier." Ric asked. The nurse looked unsure how to respond, not wanting to divulge any private info. "Mmmm, maybe. Regardless, they should come and register to continue their treatment plan" she finally said. Ric smiled and said "I'll let them know." He sat back down and only ten minutes later heard his name called. Once again they called 'Ric' instead of his full name and he laughed to himself at how it was starting out just like at the Jones clinic almost a year earlier. Ric got all of his vitals taken and sat in an exam room for several minutes until there was a knock on the door and the doctor entered. "Hello, Ric. I'm Dr. Reynolds. Nice to meet you. I see from your records that you just moved out here. I assume from your age you're going to college here?" the doctor said. "Yeah. I just started classes last month and I was referred here by the clinic that I used to go to" Ric replied. "Good, it's always nice to get referrals from like-minded clinics. How's Bob doing?" the doctor asked. Seeing a blank look on Ric face he then added "I mean Dr. Simms." "Oh... I never knew his first name. He's good. Do you know him?" Ric asked. The doctor chuckled before saying "Uh, yeah. Quite well. We dated in medical school." A smile came over Ric's face and any concerns he had about going to the clinic faded away. "Now, while I look over your history, can you please take your clothes off so I can check everything out" Dr. Reynolds said. Ric took his shoes, shirt and jeans off and the doctor looked up briefly and repeated "everything." Ric removed his boxer briefs and caught the doctor smiling. "I see you've chosen to defer treatment. I know Dr. Simms is pretty stringent on that and only does it for certain patients so I don't see any reason to change that yet. I am concerned that you don't seem to be very active lately, Ric. I know that your first semester in college can be challenging to adjust to, but sex is one of the best ways to relieve stress and there are a lot of other guys your age eager to get more adventurous in their sex lives. Hell, I had one guy yesterday that had averaged almost three partners a day since he arrived on campus" the doctor said as his eyes roamed over Ric's naked body. Ric smiled and almost asked for the other patient's cell number. "Uh... yeah. Well, I've had a few issues with roommates and I'm on my third dorm room. Now that I've got that part fixed and I've gotten used to my classes, I'm starting to do the other stuff I need to. Like finding out how my body is dealing with the virus and meeting new people" Ric said. "Most guys your age don't really plan like that, they're more spontaneous and deal with the fallout as it comes... but I can appreciate your approach. Can you help me out here? I see on this chart it looks like the blood tests you took from them and I see columns for date, viral load, cd4 counts, blood pressure, et cetera, but I don't know what this last column is" the doctor asked. Ric looked at it and chuckled. "I'm not really sure, but I think that was neg guys I fu... had sex with. They asked me to tell the lab tech that info when I got my blood tests done" Ric replied. "Damn. It looks like you were very active until you moved. Those are only the ones without the virus? I assume there were several more then... Your body is probably in shock with the sudden lack of sex" the doctor replied with a laugh. Ric nodded and replied "Yeah, my hand is getting pretty tired" grinning. The doctor rolled his stool closer to Ric and first examined his cock and balls. "I bet you get a lot of compliments on this. It's pretty impressive and probably helps you pass your gift along. Is the tattoo an advertisement or a warning?" he asked with a grin. "I think of it more of a badge of honor since I got it for joining a club. It works as a warning too. If I wanted to advertise I would have gotten something larger like my friend Joe has. The one on his leg is much larger and he has a scorpion tattoo pointing towards his cock" Ric said. He was surprised that the doctor was interested in his ink and how easy it was talking with the doctor about it. "Mmm, nice. Hopefully he is sharing too. I know some people try to hide their status, others advertise and some warn. It's a personal choice and I like to hear how people make their decision" Dr. Reynolds explained. He continued his exam, checking almost every inch of Ric's body. "We probably do things differently than the last clinic you went to. Tuesdays and Thursdays are the days that we reserve for clients like you. The staff on the other days is geared more towards prevention and treatment of infections. As I said, we will continue your current plan - just monitoring your health and you can change at any time or we will if there is a significant deterioration in your health. I would recommend that you become a lot more sexually active than you have been the past month. It will help you mentally as well as physically" the doctor explained. Ric nodded and felt his cock twitch. "Oh I plan to" Ric then said. "You can dress now and go down to the lab so we can see if anything has changed since your last blood work. It looks to have been pretty consistent after the initial infection" Dr. Reynolds said. Ric started to put his clothes back on as the doctor continued. "We would like to get monthly samples to see how things progress and quarterly checkups, for now. There won't be a need to inform the lab tech about your activity, as interesting as it sounds. In the future though, please visit on Tuesday or Thursday. The staff is much more supportive on those days about our decision to remain... viral. I know you will be a welcome addition to our community. Have a great day" the doctor said as he closed the folder and headed to the door. Ric followed the doctor out into the hall and was pointed in the direction of the lab. He signed in and took a seat, waiting to get his blood drawn. A few minutes later the door opened and a girl about his age came out and headed toward the door to the waiting room. He laughed to himself since she seemed to be embarrassed that anyone saw her there. He was glad he never went through that phase. The lab tech came out a minute later and drew a line through Ric's name on the list before he winked at him. "Come on in" the guy said. Ric's cock stirred again and he went in, closing the door and taking a moment to check the guy out. "Have a seat" the tech said after Ric stood there a little too long. "Oh, sorry" Ric said as he sat down and laid his right arm out on the rest. He kept looking at the tech, thinking he was really cute. He was smaller than Ric in every dimension he could see and Ric thought he'd be easy to toss around as he fucked the guy's brains out. He caught himself licking his lips as the tech said "Welcome, it's nice to see a new face around here. I see you've done this a few times before. I'll be taking three vials this time since we want a good baseline for your next visits" the tech said. Ric read the guy's name tag and it said "Hector D" before watching him prep everything. Ric had gotten used to seeing the needles and while he usually didn't watch them draw blood he did this time. It was just as painless as the ones Tyler had done back at the old clinic. Once the vials were filled and labeled, the tech said "Hopefully the numbers will be close to what you had last time, nice and strong on both sides" before looking Ric in the eye and smiling causing Ric to chuckle. They stared at each other a moment until Hector looked away and grabbed some tape. Ric got his arm bandaged and as he was about to get up the tech put his hand on Ric's forearm. Ric liked the soft, warm hand gently holding his arm. "I will see you in a month. Be sure to come on Tuesday or Thursday, though" Hector said. He paused, still holding on to Ric's arm and looking at Ric intensely before he said "I see on your chart that you haven't been getting much since school started. I know it can be hard meeting new people or finding hookups in a new place. We... uh... do free testing on Wednesday nights at a local bath house. I don't know if that's your kind of scene but I'm sure you would be really popular there. I have a card that allows guys like you to get in for free... if you're interested." "Yeah, it's been a little crazy and I know I need to get out more. That would be really cool, I've never been to a bath house before, just a couple bookstores" Ric said. A second later, Ric asked "Uh... By guys like me... do you mean poz guys?" Hector nodded. "The card is for any poz guy, but I like to make sure that there are plenty of detectable guys there" he said with an evil grin. Ric felt his cock twitch again and Hector leaned in "We get lots of new patients from there. No one asks status and the few condoms that get used always seem to break. A perfect combo for people like us that get into breeding neg guys" Hector quietly said with a chuckle at the end. "I can't make it tonight, but hopefully next week" Ric said. Hector handed him a card after writing a number on the top corner. "Most of the numbers are just random, but one indicates you are detectable and another that you like to share. That will give you priority. Uh, I should have asked, but from the note in your file I assumed you like to share" Hector said. Ric nodded and thanked him as he took the card and got up. Ric adjusted his partially stiff cock in his jeans and said "See you next week" to Hector before he headed towards his first class of the day. He almost fell asleep during the lecture and noticed several people in the auditorium getting an extra snooze too. When the class finally ended he wandered out of the building wondering how he was going to kill a couple hours before his next class. Ric found a spot under a tree and sat down, spending some time reading ahead for one of his classes but his eyes kept looking around at the guys walking by. He pulled out his phone and popped up a gay cruising app, seeing if anyone was looking. "Holy fuck!" he muttered to himself. "Over a hundred guys!" was his next thought. A quick check of the filters told him why. "10 miles is too far and let's get rid of the guys looking for later" Ric said to himself. With the number more manageable, he then checked out the poz guys. "First time cruising here, I'll just look for other poz guys this time" Ric thought. There were four and he quickly looked through the list. Two looked like professors, one guy a few years older who's pics looked like those of a serial killer, and one guy in his late 20s. "Hot profile. you looking?" he tapped out to the late 20s guy. A few minutes later he got a reply - "working atm but can take brake in 15 u got good pics what u lookn 4?" "BJ or fuck. balls r full " Ric replied. "Poz & 19?" the guy asked. "Poz & 18 last yr thought u wudnt mind" Ric sent back and started searching again. "its ok surprised" came in and then "only have 15 min. got 2 b quik" from the guy. "Know a place?" Ric replied. He knew the guy wasn't too far away, but wondered where a safe spot for a quickie would be. "S end of library meet at construction gate @11:30 I'm Jim" was the reply. Ric got up and walked toward the library. He got his phone out to figure which way was south and then laughed when he saw the huge construction site. He got to the south end and found only one small gate for workers to go in and out of. He stood nearby and waited the few minutes until half past the hour. A guy came out with a hard hat, dirty tee and some even dirtier jeans. Ric started walking along the fence towards him and when he got close asked "Jim?" "Yeah. Damn, you look even better in person. Uh... Follow me" Jim said. They walked quickly into the new building shell and then along the wall to a boarded up hallway leading to the old part of the library. Jim slid the plywood to the side, walking inside and once Ric was past, slid it back. There were a few pallets of building supplies in the hallway and that's where he stopped and turned around. He fished around his pocket and pulled out a packet of lube and a condom. "I only fuck bare. That condom wouldn't fit anyway" Ric said, picking up the lube. "Cool. Most guys won't fuck me without a rubber. Let's try just spit first" Jim said, starting to kneel. Ric set down his backpack and unbuttoned his jeans. Jim reached up and tugged them down, trying to spend as much time sucking or fucking, not talking, before he had to get back to work. "Fuck. That's gonna feel so good in me" Jim said before he took Ric's cock in his mouth. The blowjob was quick but after a couple minutes, Ric's cock was rock hard and coated with spit. He thought "this guy is a pro at quick fucks." Jim stood up, dropped his pants, revealing a stained jockstrap and then bent over the pallet of five gallon plastic paint cans. Ric was right behind him, pulling his ass apart and pushing his wet cock up to the puckered hole. He pulled back the foreskin, dropped three gobs of spit on the exposed head of his cock and pressed forward. A few seconds later, the hole yielded and his cock descended. A groan came out of Jim's mouth, barely audible over the sound of drills, hammers and some heavy equipment. It was a classic quickie. Both had all of their clothes still on and their pants were pulled down just far enough to fuck. With the ease Ric got halfway in, he knew Jim was an experienced bottom. Ric pulled back and added a couple more gobs of spit and then began to plow into the hungry hole. "Fuck... I missed havin a bare dick in me" Jim moaned out as he started to push back as Ric would thrust in. Ric quickly increased the pace, plowing in with long strokes. He knew he didn't have a lot of time but was enjoying every second. Five minutes quickly passed and both of them were grunting with each stroke. With the fifteen minute break quickly running out, Ric slowed down and fucked harder with his cock pulling all the way out and then slamming back in. The first time Ric's cock came out of his hole Jim yelled back "No! Cum inside!" Ric shoved back in, growling "I always do." He did it two more times and then grunted "hope ya wanted a recharge!" With his cock planted most of the way in, he growled out as his cock throbbed, filling the poz hole with a large load of cum. Ric could feel Jim breathe heavily and the sweat had soaked through his tee shirt. When their bodies recovered a minute later, Ric pulled back, watching some cum drip down Jim's leg. When his cock was a little softer, he stuffed it back into his trunks and zipped up his jeans. Jim pulled up his jeans and turned around. "That was fuckin great. I haven't had a load in me in months. Uh... recharge? You're not on meds?" Jim asked. Ric chuckled. "Nope" he replied and started to follow Jim back out of the building. A few other construction worker were standing around and they made a few comments - "Tappin college boys Jim? He know what you're shootin?" and "Fuck! That's a hot young boy" and "Jim, he spit or swallow?" Ric laughed again and said "Thanks, Jim. Let me know if its a boy or girl" making sure that the other guys heard him. He walked back towards his next class, stopping in to a restroom to quickly clean up. With his cock no longer covered in spit and cum, Ric found another spot to sit and kill time before his next class, hoping the wet spot on his jeans would dry in time. He pulled his phone out and there were a couple messages from Jim - "Ignore those guys all bad fucks", "U really toxic?", "Thx again Best I had in long time Txt me any time" and then left his phone number.

Yes, if we want to retire to Spain or anywhere else in the EU we’re now bound by the same restrictions that apply to US citizens or any other non-EU citizens: no less, no more- a certain minimum retirement income and a sufficient level private health insurance cover. In this regard, Brexit has certainly been a huge inconvenience, but not one that should necessarily dictate a nation’s destiny, and I think it will be many years before we can truly say whether we were right of wrong to take the decision that we did in 2016. Personally, I favour @NLbear’s approach, and aim to take extended breaks in Gran Canaria over the winter months, while continuing to reside in the UK. Having spent many years living abroad, I have come to appreciate the benefits of roots: the UK is my home and remains the place I want to be in my old age- appealing though Gran Canaria is, I quickly tire of what it has to offer and could not see myself living there full time. As far as moving somewhere within the UK specifically for retitement, I don't see the point: it's small enough that you're never that far from where you want to be.

Damn that’s a fine piece of meat. Wouldn’t mind me a taste of that. Just one question: do you black out every time you get hard?. lol.

It’s not about me and my fist. It’s all about him and his hole. When a man is in my bed and wanting to get fisted, he sets the pace. I may be a nasty freaking bed, but I am respectful and responsible.

So you are saying that I'm the only one interested in big cocks and after BBC's to get fucked, and worried about whether cocks are cut or uncut? I can understand that there are many fetishes and that people with undetermined genders may be a turn-on for some. But the huge majority of guys I read about here and in other sites are after men who look like men. The more masculine looking the better.

I am retired in a small city/large town in an otherwise rural area. It is what I like. I have never lived in a big city during my entire 70+ years. I have visited several of them and love the sexual variety of cities but don't want to live in one. I know rural living is not for everyone, to be honest it has no appeal for most. Having lived in rural fly-over areas in several states I have learned that just about everywhere has a gay scene, but it is different than being gay in a large city. In cities no one cares if you are openly gay. Small towns do care. So I stay "closeted," which is a huge deal breaker for most gays these days. Bath houses and such are non-existent, but there are always cruisey areas. And once one gets known to the gays in the area opportunities open up. Everyone gay is on the down-low but there privately hosted sex parties and gang-bangs and other private affairs going on. It's a matter of adjusting to the environment. The variety and convenience may not come close to what cities offer but a certain percentage of the population will be gay. I've fucked enough cowboys, loggers, and good ol' boys and even bible-thumpers to know from experience. That group of rowdy gay bashing construction workers in the bar? At least one of them is either taking dick up his ass or fucking someone in the ass on a regular basis. I have also discovered that a lot of Hispanics are gay or bi. I realize this probably has zero appeal to most but I am comfortable with it. It is what I grew up with and know, and prefer. And some of these country boys are almost as piggy as I am.

When I was in my 30s I had quite a few hit on me but I was too shy to act on it. One memorable time was a very cute guy on the streetcar who got off at my stop and followed me into the grocery store to gave me his number. I was dating a guy at the time so I didn’t follow through. Was tempted

I love to seduce married guys, its a kink of me to let them cheat.

Buy a “Worlds Most Comfortable Buttplug” from Mr S Leather. They truely live up to their name. I can all day and overnight with ease. So nice waking up with it in.

Hello, skinny, toned total bottom here! Major fetish for anon breeding, would be great to find a guy that could host me. Maybe blindfold, hood and restrain me, see if I can beat my record of 8 anon loads in one night! happy to chat more and send pics x

It seems to me that there's a "built-in" disparity regarding pigsex, in that Tops can only deliver X times, and bottoms can take loads until their Holes are so full the loads are leaking out of their ass. The Tops would love to Breed in each and every Hole they rut in, but physiology simply doesn't allow that. Sure, there may be Tops that can Breed a dozen times in a couple of hours, but if there are, they're a very lucky and rare breed. Oddly, I don't find much complaining by bottoms in the fuckjoints I go to - often they'll say thanks for the fuck, despite not getting the load. That said, the focus needs to be on how many raw Cocks the bottom has taken in a night, how many men he's shared his Hole with, how many men he's "connected" with that night. The actual number of loads should be an ancillary issue, second in importance to sharing their Holes with many Cocks. Lots of Tops rut in a lot of Holes, and then go back and find their favorite one of the evening, when it's time to pump out the Sperm - the one they want to connect with in a deeper way.

I enjoy both PS, CA and FTL, FL. Palm Springs does not have a bathhouse, FTL has 2 plus 321 Slammer which I think makes FTL the clear choice for sluts like me. PS & FTL are both easy for me to get to from Midwest, 18 hours behind the wheel or both have like 2 non-stop flights from my local airport. Key West is difficult for me because of lack of non-stop means it is like 18 hour flights or 24 hours behind the wheel. One time driving to KW there was an accident on the causeway, we turned off the car and sat on the car with no A/C for hours til the wreck was cleared. Lighthouse Inn had bedbugs that hurt like hell. Mosquitos were thick too, KW def did not make me feel like being naked outside. Sex with mosquito repellent smells and tastes nasty. My favorite guesthouse is InnLeather. Patrons maybe seniors butt they are there to party any day. You might bring some extra viagra. I had success finding hot men into my personal fetish. Every time in FTL I come home with serious STI though. I know I had a great time.

I was 12 when my cousin fucked me in Mexico. Once he saw that I liked it, his bestie joined. At 15 his step dad/ my uncle joined and so did his son from other marriage. I was always the only bottom. I’m glad I knew how to please a man by the time I was an adult. Cheated on my gf a lot

* Cum Slut on the Lose Again * ...more at 9:00 So, David went out of town for a few weeks; for some some'n or some'n? But he gave me the number of a "fill in" if I needed anything.... David told me he had told him of who I was. "ok, what did you tell him mister!" I said sharply as I looked sideways at him... David's reply, "only the good stuff! I kinda giggle thinking; this could be fun! That Saturday afternoon my mind just miraculously somehow wanders over to; Dope, Cock, and Cum! I check my funds, enough for a G. I don't know why but I'm kinda nervous calling Levi. Oh; that's the "fill in" guys name, Levi. "Hello!" "Levi?" I ask He says yeah and we talk briefly. He said 8:30 will work for him and gives me his addie. 20 minute drive, cool no worries! As I drive over I 'm thinking now what a minute that address isn't a residential part of town? I text Levi, he says its the right address and don't sweat it ok...? I think to myself, as I throw caution to the wind! Sure enough this is more the industrial part of town. But Saturday evening; here is pretty calm. I do hear big trucks, and every now and then see one go by... His place was cool as fuck! Like one of those places, on one of those shows; you know the ones that have bad ass cool places!!! We get business handled, and then he breaks out the biggest holy fuken shit gnarally ass glass Dick I've EVER seen, and hands it to me.... And the thing must have an 8-ball of dope in it!!! He says, "knock yourself out; whatever you need to get "there" take it!" "then all I'll need..." Doh!!! Inner monologue not to be spoken aloud Tawnie! Levi looks at me, and I blush.... "Did I say that outloud?" He said, "I've shared, now you share!" Well.... I was thinking.... thinking that; "then all I'll need is Fucked Repeatedly!" Levi says, "now?" "Hell Yeah!!!" getting in a hurry, then ]taking my panties down slowly. Levi had a Viagra Cock, naturally ; I asked... "I told him, "That's what all those guys a paying for when they get it; a cock like yours!" Quickly getting to my knees to get to know my new friend better; I got to Cock Loving! He tried to get me to slow down. I just told him to cum in my mouth now please, you can fuck my hole later; please please.... I said, " in fact; while I'm here I'm just a Fuck hole. You or any of your guests; or any number of guests, don't have to ask. " "Until I leave, whenever that is; just take it! Just a hole for y'all to fuck as you will!" Swallowed 2 loads, and Cum -Pied twice As I'm wiping cum from my cheek and licking my hand, Levi asks; if I would please go for drinks at the Truck Stop just right behind his building? Aw, the trucks I saw earlier ; "sure" I say! * to be continued 1 Quote Quote this

Hope this gets you going studs. X x x get wankjng x. X

Thanks for the advice as this is my first time going. I'll be there for part of Pig week, 11/29-12/3 and will attend the Circus party and hope to get fucked by multiple guys on the dance floor! I'm staying about a mile away and will be close to Ramrod and the sex clubs. My goal is to get fucked by as many guys as possible and get my ass wrecked and pumped full of cum!

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I'll be in Atlanta for Pride weekend and also at Cumunion at Toyko on Wednesday, Oct 11 and Heretic darkroom after 11pm.

------- Chapter 1.2 - The Closeted Couple & The Cowboy ------- Ric had forgotten how much sex could improve his attitude. The hookup a couple days prior had made even doing laundry on Friday night less of a chore. He sat there waiting for the dryer to finish and when the last person had left the room he fished out his work phone. "Next week pretty open so I can do gig. M or Tu? any time after 4" he typed and sent off to Paul. "cool. Monday@8. send addr Mon" Paul sent back a few minutes later. Ric smiled and knew he'd have plenty of time to prepare after class for the job with Paul. Like last time, he didn't know a lot about the meet, but was excited to do another one with Paul. The one last Spring had turned out really good and with no firm jobs coming from his own ads, it was good to have a chance to make some money. The buzzer went off, telling him his clothes were ready and he collected everything and went back up to his room. A lot of people were milling around when he got off the elevator and he felt everyone was staring at him. Doing laundry on a Friday night told everyone he didn't have a social life and now they had seen the proof. Even his roommate Eddy, the guy who studied unless he was sleeping, had dressed up a little to meet some friends. Ric put all of his clothes away and decided to wander the hall and see what was going on. It didn't take long and he ran into Dan and Scotty standing in the open doorway of a dorm room, obviously drunk. He'd seen them around the floor, always together, but hadn't talked to them since the awkward breakfast. "Guess I need to get a fake ID too" Ric thought to himself. "Hey guys, whatcha up to?" Ric asked. "Hi, just standing around, drinkin n talkin" Dan said. There was a little pause and Dan stared at Ric a moment before he blurted out "You really gay?" Ric chuckled hearing a slur to Dan's words. "As gay as you are drunk. Why?" Ric asked. "Cuz we don't know of any other gay guys on the floor. I'm sick of hearing guys talk about bangin pussy" Scotty said, slurring his words just as bad as his boyfriend. Ric glanced around and didn't see anyone nearby and said "There's a few, based on some of the reactions I've gotten so far. You sure they're not talkin' about guy's pussies? But... I doubt you'd want hear about the guys I've banged this semester" grinning afterwards. "Oh fuck yeah we would! We don't fool around with other guys but it would hot to hear how a stud like you does it" Dan said. "Prepare to be bored. Uh... you got any more of what you're drinking? I haven't gotten buzzed for almost a month and I'd like to get on the same drunk level as you guys" Ric said. Dan turned and slipped into the open door and came back with a six pack with 2 beers missing. Ric looked at the carton and said "Mmm, good stuff. But... you guys got drunk on one beer?" Scotty giggled and said "No, that's our second six pack. Let's go inside so you can tell us all the juicy details." "Uh, maybe" Ric said. Once inside, Dan kicked the door closed. A few seconds later he added "Its a little warm in here, I'm going to take my shirt off. You guys can too, if you want." Soon, they were all shirtless. Dan sat in the corner of the bed and then Scotty sat down in front of him. Dan wrapped his arm around Scotty and kissed the back of his neck while Ric sat at the other end, facing them. The best description of them that Ric could come up with was "nerdy twink". Both had brown hair, Scotty's was short and Dan's shaggy. Dan was trying to grow a goatee, but it was pretty sparse and Scotty was clean shaven. From seeing them in the shower, he knew neither had much body hair except for their bush and pits. Dan was thinner and Scotty had a little bit of muscle on his body and a firm bubble butt. Ric had also saw gotten a glimpse of their average sized cocks. "Fuck, this is so hot being able to do this with someone else around" Scotty said before taking another sip of beer. Ric smiled. "I hope you cuddle like that when you're alone, too. It's good to hold someone close" Ric said. "Yeah, but since we don't share a room, it's hard to find a time when we can" Dan said. "Oh. Do you know when your roommate is coming back?" Ric asked, not wanting someone to surprise them. "Sunday night, so Scotty is staying here until then" Dan said, grinning and obviously excited at spending a lot of time with his boyfriend. "Ah, now the shower bit makes more sense. It wasn't just a shower" Ric said, grinning back at them. He watched both of them blush. A few seconds later, Ric asked "Uh... Where did you get the beer? I'd love to have my own stash." Ric was hoping they knew a place that would sell to freshman. "My brother stopped by earlier with a care package from home. Besides the stuff mom packed, he stopped and got a case of beer and some condoms for us" Dan said, chuckling. "Condoms? Does he know you're gay?" Ric asked. Dan nodded and replied "He's one of the few. He caught me fucking Scotty last year and has been really cool about it, thank god. He didn't say anything to our parents either." "Great, but if you guys only have sex with each other, you don't need condoms. Scotty isn't going to get pregnant" Ric said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Sex class told us to always use condoms" Scotty replied. "That's for straight kids. So... you guys never tried it without them?" Ric asked. "Oh god, no. It was drilled in our heads. Always use condoms unless you're trying to start a family" Dan said. "But you're gay. And monogamous. You guys can actually have safe, bare sex. No risk of kids or STDs" Ric said. "Are you sure?" Scotty asked. "Positive" Ric said and then chuckled at his pun. A moment later, he continued "You won't believe how much better it is when you fuck or get fucked raw. And then when the top cums inside, it feels even better." Both Dan and Scotty's eyes were wide open and their jaws were dropped. "See, I told you he knew a lot more than we do about being gay" Scotty said. "I don't know everything. But that's the good part of having gay friends. You share what you know or you learn by doing new things. I had a really good teacher, but I still ask lots of stupid questions" Ric said. Ric could tell the couple were getting a little excited and eager to try out fucking without condoms. "Let me grab another beer and then you guys can have fun barebacking for the first time" Ric said a few seconds later. "No, stay. We haven't heard about all the guys you've met up with and you're really good eye candy" Scotty said. "Can you stand up again? I never get to see a hot, nearly naked guy up close. Just in the locker room or showers here" Dan said. "Have you looked in the mirror? You're both sexy guys. If you weren't together, you both could easily pick up other guys" Ric said, standing back up and feeling like a piece of meat at the butchers. "The tattoos look cool too. I almost missed the lower one, its partly covered by your shorts and body hair" Scotty said. Ric stood and pulled his shorts and the top of the jock down so they could see all of the biohazard tat. "One's sexy and the other looks dangerous" Dan said, gazing up and down Ric's body. "I got the lower one as part of a club initiation. I need to trim my pubes again so it's more visible. My mom hates the upper one, which just makes it more cool to me" Ric explained, chuckling. "What kind of club makes you get a tattoo? A motorcycle club? A gang?" Scotty asked, reaching out and trying to touch the biohazard tattoo and Ric's pubes. Dan slapped his arm, whispering "That's rude!" Ric moved a little closer and said "I don't mind. Uh, it's a special, invitation only club back home. Once you pass the test you can get in. That's about all I can tell you about it." He sat down again, before things went any further. While he'd love to fuck either or both of them, they were just too naive to charge up now. "I bet you have lots of guys hitting on you. You have to be getting a lot of action" Dan said. "Not much. Even the doctor at the clinic was surprised" Ric said. "Clinic?" Scotty asked with a worried look on his face. "Yeah, I get tested to make sure I haven't picked up anything. It's one of the risks of hooking up with guys you don't know. But, other than a couple guys on campus and a party a friend of mine had, my sex life has been dead. You guys probably fuck more than I do" Ric said. A grin came over both Dan and Scotty's faces. "Just about every day. We had to find a better time to use the shower, though. That's why we haven't seen you in there too much. Fifteen minutes later and we get the showers to ourselves" Dan said. Ric finished off the beer and smiled, wanting to let them see what sex without condoms was like. "Good to know. This time, I really am going. Have fun and let me know if you like it better bare. I'm sure you will" he said as he stood up and picked up his tee. Ric closed the door behind him and went to the bathroom to piss. Ric stood at the urinal, wondering how one beer could make so much urine, when another guy staggered up and took the spot next to him. "Lotsa new guys on da floor this year but you're the sexiest" the guy slurred out, swaying back and forth as he pissed. Ric chuckled before he checked the guy out. The guy had cowboy written all over him, from the hat down to the tight jeans and boots. He was surprised that the guy would hit on him, but he figured he was one of those guys that was straight until he got drunk and desperate. "Thanks, lookin good yourself" Ric said as he shook off his cock. "Ya really think so?" the guy replied. Ric pulled his shorts up and moved behind the guy, rubbing one hand on his ass and grasped his shoulder with the other. "Mmhmm, this ass feels really nice. Bet it's hungry for some dick, too" Ric whispered into the guy's ear. The guy moaned as his stream slowed before replying "It fuckin is... been way too long since I got fucked good." Ric reached around and wrapped his hand around the guy's cut cock, rubbing the tip with his finger and squeezing the shaft. "Mmm, nice dick too. Have to keep that in mind" Ric said, letting go of the shaft and licking the piss off his finger. "Got your room to yourself tonight?" Ric asked. "Uh... yeah... follow me" the guy said, zipping up his jeans and turning around. Ric was about to back away when the guy groped his cock and squeezed a few times. "Aaahhh, packin too. Nice" the guy said as he walked away. A minute later they were walking into the guy's room at the other end of the hall. Ric checked the nameplate and saw the names "Jack" and "Toby" and wondered which this guy was. A quick second glance and he saw a little bronco sticker next to Jack's name and a soccer ball sticker next to Toby. The lock clicked shut and Jack turned, pulling Ric in close and kissing him. There were a few small lights on in the room, giving a soft glow that allowed them to see each other, but not too bright. They spent a few minutes making out before Ric's hands slid down the cowboy's back, firmly gripping his ass. Jack moaned into the kiss before he reached down and pushed Ric's shorts down. Ric could taste the alcohol in Jack's mouth and felt his body swaying in his arms. Jack's hand slipped into the jockstrap and felt the growing shaft. "Fuck... it's getting bigger" Jack said before he started stroking the shaft. Ric unbuckled Jack's belt and then opened his jeans. They fell down part way and Ric slid his hand inside the back of the his trunks, rubbing along the crack. The moan returned, louder than before until Jack broke the kiss. He took his hat off and set it on the desk and then took his tee off. Ric dropped his shorts, pushed off his jock and set them, along with his shirt, on a chair. Jack laughed a little and said "You're not wasting any time, huh?" "Its just easier for me to strip down" Ric said with a grin. Jack sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his boots off before Ric helped tug his jeans off. When Jack looked up after removing his trunks he was staring right at Ric's still growing cock. "Fuuucckk" Jack groaned as he stared a few more moments before wrapping his hand around, pulling back the foreskin and licking over the head. Now it was Ric's turn to moan. Jack's tongue licked around the now hard shaft, tasting the sweat and lingering remnants of piss. Soon, he was opening his mouth and took the first few inches inside before starting to suck. The more time Jack spent on his cock the more Ric decided his initial thought about Jack's orientation was wrong. Totally wrong. Jack slowly pulled off, letting Ric's cock pop out of his mouth and he slowly looked up to Ric's face for his approval. Ric grinned back at him and Jack scanned back down, pausing just above his cock. With one hand around the base of Ric's dick, the other rubbed over his groin, spending extra time over his pubes. Ric thought he knew what Jack had found, but stayed quiet. Jack resumed sucking for a few more minutes until he let Ric's cock pop out of his mouth again. Jack rolled on to his back, pulling his legs back and presenting his furry ass. Ric smiled back, looking Jack over from his chiseled, scruffy face, over the furry, trimmed chest, pert nipples, wide trail and trimmed pubes that surrounded a very stiff cock. Ric knelt down, swallowing Jack's hard cock and flicking his tongue around the shaft. He let Jack's precum coat his tongue and then pulled off, licking down the shaft and over his balls. Pushing Jack back a little, he licked over his hole a few times before spitting on the pucker and pushing it in with his finger. A long, sexy moan came out of Jack's mouth. After adding a few more gobs of spit, he stood up slightly and pressed his cock to the throbbing hole. He expected to hear Jack ask for a condom at any point, but as his cock pressed in he heard nothing except heavy breathing. A moan accompanied the breach of the outer ring. Ric paused and looked up at Jack, who's eyes were closed and a smile was on his face. A few rocks of his hips plunged the bare cock deeper followed by a few harder pushes. Jack's chute had a nice grip, firm but not too tight, telling Ric that Jack had taken more than a few cocks in his life. A few more deep breaths from Jack let Ric get almost all of his shaft in. Ric pulled back a few inches and drove back in, stopping short an inch and against the inner ring. "That tattoo mean what I think it does?" Jack asked, his eyes still closed and Ric almost rooted in his hole. "Yeah. Want me to stop?" Ric asked. "Ooohhh god... fuck no, I need it bad" Jack replied softly. Ric chuckled to himself and began to plow his cock in and out of Jack's ass, wondering what Jack needed - a cock, a bare cock or a poz bare cock. Jack was one of those verbal bottoms, always muttering "oh fuck" or "fuck yeah" or "oh god" among the grunts and groans and the occasional gasp. Ric always liked bottoms like this. He could tell what the guy liked and when he went too far. The constant tapping at the inner ring eventually let Ric push through and the cry Jack let out was an even mix of pleasure and pain. Ric began to pound him harder and Jack's muttering got louder. Suddenly he felt a thumb rub over his right nipple and it sent shockwaves through his body. His cock couldn't get any harder but it did throb several times. Ric slowed his thrusts but each one got stronger, his cock easily sliding into the slick tunnel. When Ric's breathing got labored, Jack opened up his eyes and stared back at Ric. "Breed me... please... fuckin' breed me" Jack begged. A few more thrusts and Ric felt his cock start to pulse, pumping a large load of cum into Jack's fertile hole. Jack's moan as he felt the warmth fill him up was the loudest yet and Ric hoped the neighbors were gone. There was a puddle of cum on Jack's chest too and once he spotted it, Ric lapped it up. They stood there, each smiling at the other while Ric's cock slowly softened. Eventually, it fell out and Jack let out a whimper, making Ric laugh. "Feeling empty?" Ric asked. "Oh hell yeah. That was fucking awesome. I can't believe I did that... I've never gotten such a rush. My heart was about to leap out of my chest!" Jack said. "Cuz my dick was bare or because I'm poz?" Ric asked. "I usually fuck raw. I've fucked a couple poz guys, but they said they were undetectable. I've never been fucked by one though" Jack replied. "I'm not undetectable" Ric said seriously. He watched Jack's eyes open wide and his jaw drop. "You can hit the clinic to prevent getting infected, but you have to go in the next day or two" Ric said. "Or you could fuck me again to increase the odds. Or is that too weird a thing to ask?" Jack asked. "Nah, not weird. It turned you on, didn't it?" Ric asked, feeling his cock start to stiffen again. "Its not just that you're poz. It's that you know how to fuck. And you're cute. And your dick felt really good inside me" Jack said, his face showing how bad he wanted to get fucked again. "You're damn hot yourself and know how to take dick. You just need to know that if I fuck you again, I'm going to keep fucking you until those balls are filled with my bug" Ric said, leaning in closer to Jack's face. The tip of Ric's cock was resting on the tight pucker and Ric knew that Jack was squeezing his ass tight to keep all of the cum inside. "Uh... you won't fuck me after I'm poz? That's all you want?" Jack asked. "Fuck no, nothing like that. I just want you to know that if we fuck again, I'll keep fucking you and you will get knocked up. And we'll keep fucking even after you're toxic" Ric replied, pressing harder on Jack's hole. A few seconds later, it relaxed and Ric slowly slid back in. Ric felt the warm cum coat his cock as it drove deeper into Jack's gut. Jack gripped his cock a few times and smiled back to Ric. "God, that does feel good inside me" Jack said while Ric slowly drove in and out with long strokes. Ric grinned back, giving a firm thrust and planting every inch inside Jack. "Mmm love to have my dick inside a hot guy who loves to take cock. But... I hope that cock of yours isn't just a decoration" Ric said, resuming his long strokes. Jack laughed. "I usually top, but I saw your dick in the shower a week ago and wanted to know if I could take it" he replied. Ric's thrusts slowly got faster and longer, occasionally breaking through the inner ring and making Jack squirm and gasp. When he began plowing harder, he was bouncing off Jack's firm ass. "Oh yeah, you can take it... no problem there" Ric said breathlessly while trying to delay cumming again. It just felt too good and he wanted to go on longer. Jack chuckled and rubbed his hand over Ric's sweaty chest. His right palm grasped Ric's left pec, pressing hard against the nipple and piercing, driving Ric ever closer to orgasm. Ric shoved in, slamming the bed and Jack's head into the wall. "Gimme that poz load, Ric. You want to knock me up and you can see how bad I want it" Jack growled a second before his other hand twisted Ric's right nip. Ric grunted loudly, planting his cock all the way inside Jack's chute. His body shook with each pulse of his cock, pumping more cum inside Jack's battered hole. When Ric's cock stopped throbbing he looked down at Jack, both of them covered in sweat. "Next time, you're topping me and I get to work you over while you fuck, bastard" Ric said, grinning at him. "Deal. Your ass looked damn good too. I just don't know what I'll be shooting then" Jack replied, breathing heavy. "I don't care if a guy is neg, poz or unknown as long as it's a good fuck" Ric said.

Part 7 “You cool if we hang here for a little longer?” Wil asked me. “Upstairs wasn’t looking very busy when we walked around.” “Sure.” I wasn’t sure at all. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. And if Wil weren’t standing there in his matching red jockstrap and sneakers, I may have bolted. He took my hand. “Come on,” he said, taking my hand and leading me through the dark maze of plywood walls and cutouts. I could see guys walking around on the other side of some of the barriers, mostly seeing legs and an occasion bare dick through the cutouts. Wil walked confidently through the maze, guiding me toward the back of the room. There was a plywood board parallel to the back wall, the light even dimmer than in other areas of the maze. “This is usually a hot spot.” He kissed me again. “Back your ass up against the opening,” he pointed at one of three cutouts in the plywood. As I did, he did the same in front of the next cutout. “Now what?” I asked. He grinned in the twilight, still holding my hand. “Now we wait. Let’s see which ass they pick first.” I flashed to thoughts of training with my teammates. I wonder what they are doing tonight. Definitely not walking around in a jockstrap being fucked by randos. What would they say if any of them knew I was here doing this? Yeah, they hook up. Go to a party or bar, pick someone up, take them home and fuck them. But this is totally different. Am I supposed to be doing this? Wil grunted and squeezed my hand. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” “What is it?” “Big cock!” he gasped. I watched as he adjusted his body position, spreading his legs a little wider, arching his back slightly, and placing both hands against the wall in front of him. He whimpered and his head shot up, looking like he was straining. “Fuck that’s big,” he gasped. He was fumbling with his bottle of poppers in the dark, so I reached out to steady his hand, guiding the open bottle under his nose. “Thanks, babe.” As the rush hit him, some of the strain in his muscles faded, and his handsome face relaxed into more of a satisfied look. His nicely proportioned body looked really hot, his pale skin standing out more than mine in the dark lights. He was starting to groan in rhythm with his new fuck. Watching Wil, I was suddenly feeling nervous – for him as he strained to take that dick, and for myself anticipating what could come through my cutout. Looking at his body next to mine, I tried to copy his stance, my own hole hanging out in front of the wooden cutout. The thumping sound coming from the plywood barrier was getting louder as the anonymous top started to work Wil’s ass harder. “Oh that — that’s big!” His body started to quake with each thrust behind him. His whimpers quickly became moans as they settled into their fuck. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked directly, the shadow at the edge of the plywood wall disappeared. Wil and his anon partner were attracting some attention now. Wil was grunting and moaning when I felt a hand caress my exposed ass. His fingers felt cool and kinda rough against my smooth skin. I wondered what my hole looked like framed through the cutout in the wall; what made it inviting to someone? Is this the same person who was just looking around the corner of the barrier? Without any preamble, I felt the pressure against my hole. Whoever it was, they were about to fuck me. Wil was lost in his own fuck at the moment, so I took the poppers from his hand and took a long hit off of them. That feeling of warmth rolling through my body was becoming familiar, and my sphincter relaxed. I felt the cock pop inside and then he plunged his full length into me. It wasn’t too fast, more of a steady penetration. Now it was my turn to moan as the anonymous cock impaled me. I was relieved it wasn’t as large as the one inside Wil seemed to be. “You got one?” Will asked with stunted breathes as he was being pounded. I could only nod, not sure whether he could see me. My words weren’t coming out – only soft moaning sounds as the dick began working my ass like a master. It was like being fucked by a ghost; you didn’t see it, but you could feel it. It felt amazing! Long, slow, smooth strokes were spreading my hole open. Then he withdrew, leaving me feeling oddly empty; the cock head never losing contact with me. Then he was sliding back inside me, and I could feel every inch moving further up and in, forcing groans of pleasure from me. I braced my arms against the wall in front of me as my anonymous top began to pound my ass through the cutout. I felt Wil put his hand over mine as we stood side by side, our bare asses pressed against the cool plywood, each getting plowed by an unseen stranger. The banging against the plywood walls was signaling to anyone in the maze that someone was getting fucked. I saw silhouettes on either side of Wil and I, watching the college boys take anon cock. All I could think was how fucking hot this was! Before I knew it, Wil was standing beside me, rubbing my bare back with one hand, and whispering in my ear. “That’s it, baby, take that big cock. I can see it penetrating you. It’s a hot dick. Take it. Let him fill you up.” I was moaning uncontrollably. “Yeah. Let him know how much you love his big dick. I think he’s getting close to breeding you.” He was right – I could feel it too. The guy was thrusting faster and with more determination, edging closer to unloading. If not for the wall between us, he’d probably be holding my hips for leverage. As it was, I imagined him holding the top of the plywood partition to balance as he was fucking my ass through the wall. Part of my brain told me to pull off before he came inside me, but my body refused to relinquish the pleasure. And Wil was standing next to me, half holding me as I left myself open to the stranger’s gift. “You are so fucking beautiful,” Wil whispered tenderly. “I can’t believe I’m here with you.” I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into the most awkward kiss ever, my body half hanging off him, half braced against the wall to maintain my balance as the guy pounded me. His cock went deep, firmly planting itself inside me, and I felt the telltale quivering from his body resonating in my own as he unloaded. “He’s breeding you,” Wil whispered. “Take his seed. I want it all inside your beautiful body. Take it all.” I instinctively pushed my ass all the way back, trying to bury the mysterious dick as deep inside as possible. His cock was pulsing, and I heard him grunt. The warm juices sprayed inside me, and my body relished it. I gasped with excitement as he bred me. I wanted it. No, I needed it! He began pumping me slowly again, and I felt some of his load dribbling down the inside of my legs. Beyond any reasonable thought, I felt a thrilling rush go through my body as he added more seed inside me. I was still quivering when my seeder pulled out. It felt like a full minute passed as he reeled his cock back in. I stood up, my leg muscles aching from the unusual stance I’d been holding. I did a quick stretch of the muscles, and caught sight of my seeder’s legs through the cutout. I could see long legs with grey and blue sneakers. I bent further, enjoying the stretch, but also intensely curious. I saw a lean body, tall, and relatively smooth. He was stroking his dick, or maybe rubbing in the cum coating it. With his head bent down, all I could really see was a crop of white hair. He wasn’t at all the type of guy I would go after, but it struck me what an amazing fuck that was. Would I have let him plow me if I’d been able to see him? Probably not, and I confused by the feeling of potentially having missed out on what I just experienced. As I stood up feeling conflicted, Wil gathered me in an embrace. I didn’t resist, finding a sense of security in his arms, and appreciating the heat of his body pressed against mine – a stark contrast to the ghost-like feeling of the tops who had taken our asses thus far tonight. “How was that?” “Amazing,” I admitted. I could see him grin in the odd lighting. “How about yours?” “It was tough taking him. And he pulled out without cumming. Fucker.” He looked me in eyes. “Shall we go upstairs?” “I feel like I need a break.” “Good idea to walk it off.” Again he led me by the hand through the maze, this time finding the door to the hallway and finally the main room. It had gotten busier than before, more men wandering around the space, some of them chatting softly, but most on the prowl. Wil and I got another drink. He headed off to the bathroom while I stood near the stairs. “Enjoying yourself?” I turned and saw the tall, handsome guy I’d noticed earlier standing beside me. He had an accent, maybe French or French-Canadian. His body was nicely toned, and I could make out a thin coating of hair across his muscular pecs. I suddenly felt very shy and small, like I was standing near Apollo himself. “It’s different than anywhere I’ve ever been.” “But are you enjoying it?” I nodded. “I am.” “Good,” he said, and put a hand on my shoulder. “I’m heading upstairs. I’ll be looking for you.” He squeezed my shoulder and headed up the stairs, he ass looking magnificent as he ascended into the stark lighting above. Wil came along a few minutes later with a bottle of water that he shared with me. He rested a hand against my abs as I downed a share of the water. “Upstairs should be rocking by now. The mattresses make for more creative positions than the maze. Ready for your public debut?” I nodded, somewhat hesitantly, wondering what might happen when I saw Apollo up there. Wil took a moment and kissed me again, slow and tender, before heading up the steps. I noted how his muscular ass was framed perfectly in his jockstrap. It was very easy being around Wil, something I didn’t feel with most gay guys I knew. And he made everything here seem so normal. Wil was right. There was a lot more action upstairs now then earlier. The music was louder up here, and the lighting stronger. You could easily make out the faces and bodies of men in play area. The large black mattresses were host to a variety of entangled bodies, grunts and moans still audible behind the music. I scanned to wide loft area, trying to take it all in. There were a few more younger guys here now than when I first arrived. It seemed like they were all servicing the more mature guys, offering either their mouth or ass to pleasure their momentary partners. Wil was also looking around, taking it all in, deciding where to join the play. He pointed to the far corner of one of the mattresses. “Looks like a spot we can grab.” I was following Wil, his body naked except for the red sneakers and jockstrap that framed his hot ass, to a corner of the furthest mattress. Are we gonna play together? I wondered. As the night had progressed, I found myself more and more enamored with my new friend. But is this real? Or just a one-night thing built on the sexual energy of this place? A hand firmly grasped my arm, stopping me in my tracks. Wil’s hand pulled away from mine. Apollo had disentangled himself from the middle of a pile of writhing bodies in middle of a large mattress. His sculpted body was shiny with sweat, and as he stepped off the mattress, I saw his erect cock for the first time, pointing directly toward me like some wizard’s wand. On the mattress, I caught sight of a gold jockstrap, and knew he’d been working on Justin’s ass. The aloof Asian boy didn’t even look up as another man rolled into Apollo’s place at his ass. Apollo’s powerful frame was standing over me. I felt speechless and small in his presence. His body pressed against mine; his skin was hot to touch, sweaty from exertion and sex. I could smell sex on him, wondering how many men he’d already had tonight. My head was spinning. This stuff doesn’t happen to me. I’m just a regular guy, quiet, good student and average soccer player. I’m never the guy who feels noticed. Except here. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come to me,” Apollo said, his thick accent adding to his sexual appeal. I felt like a fly trapped in the spider’s web. Only this time the fly was desperate to be devoured. Apollo explored my body with his powerful hands. Finally he kissed me. It was deep, passionate, electric. His hands kneeled my ass as our tongues wrestled. “Your ass feels like there’s several loads in you already. You’ve been naughty tonight.” I felt awkward and suddenly ashamed, expecting him to pull away from me. I didn’t know what to say. I’d been used by total strangers, each of their loads inside me. I couldn’t tell you who they were, or even what two of the looked like. Wad this who I was becoming? It’s not supposed to be who I am. I saw Justin again on the black vinyl mattress, cocks stuffed into each of his holes. Is that what I am? Apollo was still fingering my sloppy hole. “Is that your boyfriend?” “No,” I quickly answered, my eyes still on the cute Asian twink being consumed on the mat. I looked back at Apollo and realized he was looking in the opposite direction. I turned my head and saw Wil standing there watching us. For the first time tonight, he looked uncertain what to do. Seeing us both looking at him, he took the cue to step closer. “He is cute,” Apollo said as he put an arm around Wil and pulled him into us. “Yes he is.” Apollo kissed Wil, casting his spell on the sexy ginger. I could feel their hot breath as they made out a mere inch from my face. The sexual tension was building in our muscles. Apollo broke the kiss with Wil, letting his fingers probe my ass again. Wil and I both moaned softly, and I assumed Apollo was simultaneously exploring his wet hole. We fell into a three-way kiss, surrounded by naked bodies windows various sexual positions and acts. It was overwhelming but I couldn’t leave this embrace. “I love couples,” Apollo purred into both our ears. With little effort, his muscular body pulled Wil and I into the writhing mass of naked sex on the mattress.

PART 8 There was nothing else open around the bookstore, which was surrounded by a neighborhood of car repAir places, storage places, and industrial type businesses. I pulled into the store’s lot, totally nervous I would be spotted by someone. I had no idea what to expect still, but I wasn’t the only one there. There was at least a dozen cars in the lot besides mine. Before I could chicken out, I got out of my car and tried to discreetly sneak in. That plan was blown when the clerk immediately asked me for my id. I showed it to him and he looked it over and handed it back, telling me to enjoy myself. I took a quick look and saw the layout. Rows of DVD’s and then an aisle of lingerie and an aisle of sex toys. I was beginning to be disappointed when I saw the small lit up sign advertising private video booths. Without hesitation, I made my way into the back of the store. This area was separated and customers in the front wouldn’t even really be able to see back here. It seemed like a few rows of dark corridors that led to small booths, maybe twenty booths total. Along the wall of the main corridor wAs the list of all the pornos that you could watch in the booths. At least half were gay, which was reassuring. I also noticed guys lurking in the shadows, in vacant booths with the doors open. Not a ton, but these were guys obviously not just watching videos. They were hanging around back there. I pretended to look at the video selection wall, but really watched the guys mill around. Two were old, like real old and I had zero interest. Another one was at least 39 but overweight. A Latino guy just looked a little too gang menmbery. Then I saw him, a guy just my type. He was 40ish and taller than me, probably a little over six feet and thin. His hair was cut very short. He had on a T-shirt and shorts and flip flops. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stared at him. After he looked back and met I stare, he gestured with anod toward a booth near the back of the row. Slowly, he walked in and gently shut the door. I keenly didn’t hear a click of a lock. With a shaking hand that took all my courage, I reached and felt the knob, after makin sure no one was watching me. The door opened and he gestured again with a nod to come in. As soon as I did, he reached over and clicked the lock. The inside booth had a machine to take the money and control the screen mounted to the wAll. He loaded a few dollars and the video sprang to life, as he clicked over to a gay sex scene where one guy was worshipping another guys cock with his mouth. We both stared at the screen, our eyes going back and forth from it to each other. He was rubbing his bulge and i was mesmerized. Seeing this, he opened his shorts and dropped them down stepping out of them and setting them on the bench seat. It was a beautiful cut 7 inch cock with nice full balls. I followed suit, assuming this was protocol. As I set my shorts down and turned away, I felt his hand graze my butt. Instinctively, i spread my legs and allowed the touch. His finger slid between my cheeks and I arched my back to meet it. Suddenly, he was down on his knees and he was spreading my legs further and gripping my ass cheeks. Then I felt it, his beard scratching the insides of my ass crack as his tongue darted out and licked my hole. I bucked but he held on and dove in, licking and sucking my asshole. The porno played, along with the sounds of other booths. The smell of sweet smell ofcum and sex permeated the air. I gripped the wall for balance as I stood bent over having a total stranger I hadn’t ever seen until two minutes ago lick my hole. I was gasping and bucking and trying to keep quiet. He was so good at rimming me. I gave in completely, my cock so hard I knew better than to touch it or else I would cum. Then just as suddenly, he stopped and rose up behind me. Almost immediately, I felt it and knew. One hand on my ass cheek, pulling it open and exposing my hole. The other hand guiding his rock hard cock to my eager rosebud. He rubbed his cockhead against my asshole, driving me crazy. “Ready to eat fucked?” He whispered. “Please!” was my only reply. The pressure increased. I tried to relax, a little worried that he was only using spit as lube. It definitely burned when his steel like rod drove into me and my hole surrendered. Hands against the wall i focused just on letting my hole open, feeling the change as the pain and stabbing turned to ecstasy. He was working it in, as both of us tried not to make too much noise. His cock began to pick up speed and I noticed the spit made things a little less slippery in a really good way. My hole has blossomed and was accepting his big man cock hungrily. It felt so good to have a hard dick fucking me again. And he was picking up speed, really fucking me now. “I’m getting close,” he whispered as he hunched over me. I didn’t plan it or anything but I heard myself replying, “Please cum in me.” As soon as those words left mouth, my mystery man’s thrusts grew faster and more erratic. With both hands on my hips he drove deep one final time and collapsed against me, as his cock throbbed inside me and spasmed, as it ejaculated into me. After a few seconds, he slowly backed out and i clamped my hole shut to try to keep the cum in me. He silently dressed and i hurried to get my shorts back on. As soon as his clothes were on, he straightened himself up and opened the door, slid out, and gently shut it, leaving me still dressing in the booth with the gay porn still playing on the screen and a huge load of a strangers sperm soaking into me. Less than ten minutes had elapsed since I had walked into the bookstore.

PART 4 Tim’s cock wasn’t even halfway in me and I was sure I was being torn up. My first cock was huge and I was trying so hard to relax. But as he slowly worked his hips and worked that massive rod into me, my hole finally seemed to open up. And it felt so good. Instant bottom. And he just kept slowly pumping that man cock into me. “Fuck your hole is so tight. Such a hot little hole,” he grunted. Inspired by the fact that I was pleasing him, for the first time I pushed back against him. I wanted more of him inside me. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to make him cum. “Yeah, you like it. You like that big cock inside you don’t you?” He asked. “So good, feels so good,” was all I could get out, as he picked up speed. He wasn’t pounding me, but he was getting more aggressive and taking longer strokes. I had never even imagined it could feel so good. And knowing my hole was making his cock feel good got me so hot I knew i couldn’t even touch my cock. It was like steel and precum was pouring out. I would cum the second I started stroking. And now I was getting pounded. Each slam home knocking my breath out. “Oh god oh god oh god,” who knows how many times I said that. “So close. Fucking tight little boy ass,” he grunted through clenched teeth. “Wanna.... wanna make you cum. Cum in me. Cum in me, “ I begged. He was frantic now, his thrusts getting erratic. It seemed like he was close. “Can’t cum in you. Gotta... gotta pull out. Fuck gonna cum. Oh fuck gonna cum.” I don’t even know where it came from or why it seemed so important to me, an 18 year old virgin, but I wanted to make him cum with my ass. I didn’t want him to finish jerking off. “No! I practically shouted reaching out my hands and pulling him into me, just as he was trying to pull out. Gripping him, I felt him buck and spasm as his giant cock erupted inside of me. I ground into him as I felt his cock pulse and instinctively knew what thAt meant, each spasm meant a shot of cum spraying into me. And it spasmed a lot. I loosened my grip as he finished and I felt his orgasm subside. He slowly slid out of me and looked down. “I’m Sorry. I shouldn’t have let you, I shouldn’t have finished inside you,“ he said quietly. I looked up at him, naive as I was. “Why? It felt so good. I swear, it felt SO GOOD. And I wanted to make you cum with... with my butt. And I FELT it! Your cum. I could feel it like in me,” I said like a kid that just discovered candy. He just looked at me in the same way and said, “Chris, it’s not... it isn’t safe for... I have HIV.”

Hey, I'm Tawnie! A 'lil CD Cum Slut; I recently got a new supplier, and judging by this last weekend looks like its going to be a great business relationship! This is a true account from last Saturday, April 15 2017; just didn't know where else it belonged... I've got a new connect, David, a cool guy and not hard to look at in the least! I had been invited to hang around before and didn't do much more than smoke out and watch porn. But this particular Saturday I was broke and kinda Jones'n; so I called David, and well I just sorta beat around the bush for a bit until finally he asked how much I was wanting... I confessed that I was broke but eager to get "up" and had been terribly horny All day (hint-hint). David being the nice guy he is said, "come on over the first bowl is on me; the rest you can figure out while you do whatever you can till daylight." Hmmm, the gears started turning! I went to make sure all was good with my twat and got over to David's in just about 20 minutes! He exclaimed, "you are anxious aren't you!" I sheepishly giggled, "yeah!" He loaded the bowl he had promised and as he handed to me he said, " make yourself at home; do what you want to to encourage my clientele to share, but make it a fair trade. No mooching!" I agreed to the terms and smoke the bowl he had loaded, getting excited thinking about what may happen this evening... He offered me the adjoining room to his office which had a couch, a mattress on the floor in the middle of the room, a small table, and a Giant flat screen playing non-stop porn! I called it the Fun Spot for the night!!! David asked me if I wanted him to help me by advertising my hole for trade to all Cummers? And of course I said, "yes sir please!" So every one that contacted him for business got a short bit on what was available this Saturday; my little Cum Hole for breeding, just keep me spun!!! So I hiked up my skirt, pulled my panties down over my little ass and bent over the couch ass towards the office, lubed my hole, started watching porn and waited... After maybe 30-40 minutes I heard David go to the door and open it, as he did I could hear the voices of at least 2 others talking to David! They started to get to business and I heard one of the guys ask, "so that's the cock hole?" David allowed I was; while I started to work my ass letting them know I was eager for Cock! I heard one of them enter the room and felt a warm hand on my ass, and immediately felt it go for my hole! I arched back to show my enthusiasm; and I could hear what sounded like a torch being fired up. The owner of the hand was handing me a pipe that had just been handed to him; I glanced back and said, "thank you" As he handed me the pipe he asked, "fair trade for me and my friends?" I wasn't sure how many there were; and didn't care i just said, "y'all get what you want I'm gonna smoke this while you get busy!" I love, Love having Cock in my hole while I'm smoking; makes me deliciously wicked!!! One of them asked, " condoms?" to which I replied, "don't have any..." they just kind of looked at each other for a minute until the one farthest away pushed the the others aside and got behind me and as I went back to the pipe I heard a zipper. I excitedly started wiggling my my ass and pushed back! He met me and slid what felt like a pretty big cock head across my twat a few times, until I felt it in just the right spot and pushed back and took all of; must have been at least 7" of hard throbbing Cock!!! He liked that action and told his buddies, " got a hot little horny Cum Hole here boys!" That's all I needed; and I was grinding back on him for all I was worth! While I was fucking back on the Cock in my twat I felt more hands on my ass; as the owner to the Cock buried up in me started to growl and thrust, shoving every centimeter into my hungry little hole. Then he growls Loud and long and I can feel him swell inside me as he spunks my little Cock Slot for a good 2 minutes; then pulls out with a sloppy sound and says, "next!" * to be continued

* continued As I trace the outline of his cock with one hand, and finish unzipping his jeans with the other; I ask him, "have you ever been with a gurl like me?" He shakes his head no as I slowly fish his manhood out into the open and gasp... Probably seven and a half inches long; but as big around as a 16oz beer can, THICK!!! Just my style; I Love them thick! He's drooling pre-cum like crazy and I figure he isn't going to stop me; so I slow down and go into my little innocent gurl act. A lot of the guys like it and it turns me on! "I don't know, it's so big! Do you want me to try to put it in my mouth?" I'm looking up at him; doing my best to look innocent as I lick a big trail of pre-cum from along the entire shaft. David gasps and I act starteled, "am I doing ok?" He doesn't really answer, but his body language is quite clear! As I tentatively put the head of his cock in my mouth I look up again, "is this ok?" His breathing is erratic, he is starring straight into my eyes, letting me know his tension is about to get the best of him.... Well at this point neither one of us can take much more; so I swallow his cock whole like the Cum Love'n Cock Hound that I am!!! Now he gets vocal; "oh gawd Tawnie, I knew this would be good but..." Now I'm really turned on; not only am I enjoying this, I've got to give him his release! I'm swirling my lounge along the bottom of his shaft while taking him most of the way down; until, "oh! oh Tawnie!" That's it! I swallow his entire Cock still working my tounge as he swells soo Big in my my mouth!!! I take his first surge down my throat; but I want to taste him and work, work his Cock head with reckless abandon until he can take no more and has nothing left to give... As I sit back up, wiping what was dripping off my chin up I say, "thank you!" He just lets out a long breath, "Tawnie, Tawnie" he says. "Oh wow!" And just as I was about to ask if I did ok, his phone notification sounded. He hopped up to check it, "the bars are about to close, that was good timing thank you Tawnie" And responded, "thank you David!" Well apparently my new friends from earlier had run into some of David's other cliente and told them about the Cum Slut at his place. And more than a few were eager to have a go! Two of them even said they weren't in the market for product but wanted to know if they could still come by? I was touching up my face and David says, "hope you still want some attention; because its on the way and then some!" I giggle, and wiggle my little tail back to the couch, grab the lube, my pipe with the rest of what my new friends left me, and assume the position over the back of the couch. Business end towards the door they will be walking in!!! I hear several car doors, and then multiple voices coming up the walk. I'm huffing on my pipe blowing clouds from hell just; horny, horny for Cock and Cum!!! David answers the door and I hear someone say, "that's her, the Cum Slut? Oh wow...." * to be continued

Part 6: The thunder echoed off the broken, brick walls, and the rain pelted against the feeble plastic covering Lil’Petey’s cardboard shanty. I had fallen asleep after my rape fuck down of the two daddies and didn’t know what time it was. I grabbed one of the flashlights, checked my watch – 1:45 a.m. – too fucking early. The thunder boomed again and what had been small drips of rain coming in, now started to become little streams. I grabbed what was left of the food and drinks, scrambled out and beelined it to the back door of the trap house, shaking myself off like a wet Pit Bull as I stepped inside. Through the flickers of light from the storm I saw a few other bodies here and there, a flash of lighter as someone lit up, and a couple of snores and grunts – the sounds of humanity. “What the fuck man,” one of the trap house visitor’s snarled as I shone the light around. I thought maybe Lil’Petey might have come back and was in here, so I stepped over bodies, made my way down the hall, checking out each room in turn and disturbing a variety of night activities. I hefted the bag of food and drinks in my left arm, eased open the door to the basement, and shone the light down as shadows scurried away like rats. At the bottom of the steps I did a quick scan and saw a few folks passed out, a couple others well on their way, but in the far corner a familiar site – the bum I had fucked earlier sitting beside someone else, stroking their dicks and whispering to one another. I set the bag down by their feet, shone my light on one dirty face then another, set the flashlight on the broken concrete floor, and in the dusky shadows they could see the darkness of my raging hard dick. A quick whisper, check of the bag, and both homeless dudes had their pants pulled down and white asses wagging at me like some animal on National Geographic. “AAAHHHHRRR”, the first bum cried out as I dry fucked his hole and forced my dick head in. I held tight and pushed – pushed – and ripped through his ass – pulled back out and ripped it again. His buddy – the bum I fucked before - tried to shush him to no avail; I didn’t care. Let them all hear. The bum I fucked before was now frantic for some dick too and kept pushing his ass up against our bodies as I fucked. I like a hungry slut so yanked out of the first hole and dropped into his. Two fucking pigs squealing for raw AIDS Bone! I took my time, relishing how tight the new ass was and savoring his grunts and cries as I raped his hole. I then started to get that weird feeling – you know a mix of eagerness to cum, but you can’t because your bladder is full? Back to ass of the bum I fucked before and as I had already marked his hole with my nutt, time to fill his guts with something else. A quick pause, a twitch, and I flooded his insides with a torrent of thug piss, much to his surprise- HA! My piss coated dick slid balls deep back in the new bum’s ass and I bang fucked it as hard and as deep as I could until BAM! Hot dirty nutt coating his quivering hole. A few more thrusts to make sure it was worked in, I tucked my semi-hard dick away, picked up my flashlight, scooted the bag of food and drinks to the pussy asses in thanks, and made my way back upstairs. I stood by the back door for a while and smoke a couple cigarettes, the rain finally eased as the storm passed, and I crawled back in the cardboard shanty. I was wishing Lil’Petey was there, my dick throbbed at the thought of his fresh ass, but I soon drifted off to sleep. I woke back up about 5:30 a.m. and chuckled at the new layer of speckled red stains on the front of my jeans. A marker of my latest hole wreckin. My dick was raring so I pulled out the cell phone from Mr. Wall Street, told him to give me his office address and to meet me there in an hour. He objected of course, but once I reminded him what a dick hungry pussy ass he was, he complied. Right at 6:30 a.m. I walked into the fancy office building, along with a couple business clones and the newspaper boy. The two guards at the desk were ready to kick me out, but then I told them I had a delivery and gave them the name of the man who I was there to see. They scanned a clipboard, nodded, pointed to the elevator, then one of the guards stretched over the desk and said, “Hey buddy. No smoking in here – and if you got a delivery, where’s the package?” I stopped, dropped the cigarette on the floor and put it out with my sneaker, and as for the second answer, I just gave him a fuck off smile and kept on walking. The elevator rose higher and higher, dinged, and I stepped off. Mr. Wall Street was pacing nervously back and forth, “You…you…you can’t be here. This is where I work!” he exclaimed in a frantic whisper. I step pushed Wall Street against the glass conference room wall on the other side of the hall, got about an inch from his face, and said, “Remember, you my bitch now. Why else did you give me this fucking phone except to let you know when it was time to serve daddy? What’s the matter? The wife don’t know what a pussy you are? You afraid your co-workers will look down on you for being a cunt? Or is it just because it’s a black thug dick that your hole is cravin?” Wall Street was sweating now. Good. I took his hand, set it on my raging boner and said, “Now, you got 10 seconds to show me where your office is.” He shook his head in agreement and stumbled down the hall towards his right as I lit up another cigarette and swaggered after him. Yeah that ass was going to get some bum-grime in it as my dick was crusty from their ass. We got to his office, he stepped in, I followed, he closed the door and winced as it banged shut louder than he had expected. He fidgeted with the blinds on the window to the hall, bobbed his head back and forth checking no one could see through the crack as I chuckled, smoked, and massaged my hard on. I unzipped my pants, then unbuttoned them, let them drop, then bunch stepped out of them leaving them in a pile in the middle of his office floor along with my sneakers. Wall Street’s eyes got big as he say my monster dick sprout out and my full balls swinging. I set my cigarette on the edge of his desk as Wall Street frantically tried to find something to catch the falling ash. I pulled my t-shirt off, stretched, picked my cigarette back up and said, “GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES FAGGOT, LICK MY BALLS.” He hesitated, my growl knocked some sense into him and he quickly got on the carpet, scooted forward on his knees and wrinkled his nose at the smell coming off my dick. HA! I raised my dick up, grabbed his head, and he gagged as I shoved his nose up into my nutt sac, “SMELL THOSE AIDS BALLS – SMELL THAT RANK DICK PIT – LICK THAT SHIT HOLE AND TASTE HOW A MAN SHOULD TASTE – DO IT RIGHT AND YOU MIGHT GET A REWARD.” Wall Street gagged some more, but his tongue set to work and each time he turned his head to get at the underside, I slapped his face hard with my dick making him flinch. I was trying to give him a fucking black eye with my monster BBC and bitch may need to learn how to do makeup if he ain’t careful. A quick tongue bath of my underside and I stepped back, leaned against the big, wood desk, set the cigarette between my teeth, grabbed his head between my hands and squeezed and said, “OPEN THAT FAG MOUTH. TIME TO GET GAGGED BY SOME THUG DICK – SWALLOW THIS THUG AIDS BONE – THIS IS YOUR REWARD MOTHA FUCKA – YOU GET TO SPIT IT UP AND TASTE ALL THAT ASS THAT I’VE BEEN MARKING UP.” I have to give it to him; Wall Street was a quick learner and did a much better job sucking me this time. When his dry heaves from the stank and crust had subsided and his throat started to open, I grabbed the back of his head, pushed my dick in as far as it would go and said, “LOOK UP BITCH – SHOW DADDY YOU LIKE THAT AIDS BONE DICK. SHOW DADDY HOW MUCH YOU WANT IT WRECKING YOUR ASSHOLE!” As he did I took a few photos on my cell and sent them to my account in the cloud for safe keeping. He would have pulled off if I had not been holding him tight. HA! I smiled, took a few more shots clearly showing his office, his mouth on my dick, then decided it was time. Wall Street fell over, tangled in his pants as I pushed him back, stepped around, ran my hands over his big desk, then sat my bare musky ass in his expensive leather chair and scooted back and forth. Yeah that’ll leave a mark. I spun around, looked out the floor to ceiling window and gazed upon the city lights winking out as the morning sun rose higher in the sky. “Get the fuck over here,” I ordered. Wall Street half stumbled around the desk and I chuckled as his pants were still partways wrapped around his ankles. SLAP! “DID I TELL YOU TO SUCK MY FUCKING DICK? TURN THE FUCK AROUND, SHOW ME THAT HUNGRY PINK CUNT,” I spat out. Wall Street spun around, bent forward a little; I pushed the chair back further, leaned back, then drove my foot into the crevice where his hole was. He stumbled, his hands against the window now as my long toes dug at his treasure hole – my hole now. With my foot digging at his ass I propped myself back, enjoyed the view, let the smoke roll around me as the sun continued its blazing rise. My dick had dried off now, so time to get busy. I pulled my foot back, sat straight up, dropped my now finished cigarette in the glass Wall Street had found, and tilted my head to watch as he frantically started looking back and side to side trying to figure out what was going on. Good. He had not moved yet, he was learning I was in charge and he only did what he did when I ordered it. My toxic sperm was now bubbling out of my piss slit like acid from a Komodo dragon. “BACK THE FUCK UP, BRACE YOURSELF ON THE ARMS OF THE CHAIR, AND EASE DOWN ON THIS DICK. YOU GOT IT ALL SPIT UP, SO IT WON’T HURT BAD AT ALL. TAKE YOUR TIME, SLOW AS YOU WANT,” I said to Wall Street and the fucker believed me. HA! I watched as Wall Street – in his thousand dollar suit, eased back, grabbed the arms of the desk chair, straddled my Redwood dick, and slowly eased down. Almost there….I waited as he squirmed his ass a little, nestling my head right at his pucker – almost there….I let him slide side to side and bounce once or twice testing his pucker’s tightness – almost there… he exhaled as my dick head started to gently spread his hole open like a housewife tending her kitchen garden. Yeah but I ain’t no fucking housewife! BAM! I grabbed Wall Street’s waist to hold him in position and slammed my hard dick up and straight into his pinky pussy hole. BAM! He cried out, tried to climb off, but I held tight and slammed him again, going deeper, ripping him up, my dry dick tearing his hole good. BAM! Wall Street lost his grip and dropped his full weight onto my dick, his hole was stuffed, his head rolled side to side as he fell back against me and I ground him up like a butcher. “GONNA BLOW THIS AIDS BONE LOAD DEEP – FEEL MY GUT DIGGER CRAWLING UP IN THERE? YEAH YOU DO FUCKING FAGGY. DID YOUR HOLE THROB LAST NIGHT REMEMBERING HOW I HURT IT? HOW YOU WERE A BITCH FOR THIS DADDY DICK?” I spat as I stood up, and splayed him out face down on his desk with my dick busting him right, left, and six ways to Sunday. Wall Street’s hips and thighs would be bruised for sure as he got pummeled between my thug dick and his fancy wood desk. I gripped his lilly white cheeks as hard as I could to ensure he had palm sized bruises to match as I continued to rape him. Fuck – hearing his whimpers, pleas, cries, as he served his superior black master turned me so fucking on I lost all thought of him – all that mattered was ripping that cunt wide and deep and wreckin it. Without any warning I ripped my dick out of his greedy hole, lifted his fancy dress shirt, lobbed three big spurts of my thick, creamy nutt onto his back, then punch fucked it back up his ass and deep stroked him. He yelped in pain, surprise, then pain again as I finished off deep. For the last few drops I shimmied my hips and pushed as far as I could go – aahhh fucking better. My wet, slime covered dick slid out, followed by a trail of nutt, ass juice, thug-wreckin-cream, and more. Yeah the folks that cleaned his office would be wondering about those stains in the carpet, as would his dry cleaners. I didn’t give a fuck and just thinking about rough riding that neg-hole set my dick up to spit again. But no, got to keep this bitch eager for the thug bone treats. Wall Street was still splayed on his desk as I bent down, found his wallet in his pants, emptied it out of an extra thick stash – fucker was prepared – good bitch! Like a could submissive, he stayed just like that with nothing but his eyes moving as I got dressed and left. Back in front of the elevator I double checked that my zipper was up, but my shaft was creating a morning shadow in my stained and dirty jeans. Damn my balls wouldn’t quit. I lit a cigarette, exhaled, got on, and hit ‘L” for the lobby. It was just before 7:00 a.m. so there were four guards now at the desk – shift change – and I nodded as I walked by and they all stared. I stopped just outside the front doors and stood to the left a minute to enjoy the smoke, the sounds and sights of the city waking up, and to think about what I should do next. “Got a light,” I heard. A shawty brotha – one of the security guards I saw when I walked in who was about Wall Street’s age – was standing next to me, bag slung over his shoulder, hat in his hand, cigarette waiting. I pulled out my lighter, lit him up, he turned, closed his eyes, nodded, “Fuck I needed that,” he said, “Not as good as what I got planned later, but for now – hell yeah.” Then he turned to me with a sly look and asked, “How’d your delivery go?” I may be young, but learned the hard way not to give away a thing so just nodded and said, “Fine, thanks.” We stood in silence together, smoking, wondering. I knew the clues in the ABS and such – fuck it was plain as day – but out here, in the real world, I had no real idea of what was a come on, what was just friendly banter, what was someone being as clueless as me. My philosophy, which seemed to do well so far, was if you wanted something or someone ask. All they could do as say no. “If you need a ride someplace, I got my bike down in the garage. I don’t have to be home for a while, so happy to give you a lift,” the shawty said. I nodded, followed him around the side of the building, through a metal door, down a flight of steps, and into a mini-parking garage. “This is where we park and where smaller delivery trucks start coming in at 8:00,” the shawty said, “and where we come and smoke and shit during our shift.” I looked around, there was space for like 8 cars on the level we were at and then a ramp leading up beside a small loading dock by the large street level rollup door. There were no cars here now, just a sleek motorcycle, black, stylish, and way to small looking to carry two people. “Looks like your security cameras are jacked,” I said as I pointed to one up on the wall that was tilted at an angle so it looked like it would only see concrete blocks. Shawty laughed, grabbed the bulge in his pants and said, “Yeah well me and my shift partner took turns creampieing this pretty blonde chick from the 26th floor a couple nights back. She gets it a few times a month, needs to scratch her itch, so we take care of her know what I mean?” Yeah I did, and he knew it. But apparently not in the way he thought. I tilted my head as he unzipped his pants and hauled out a wrist thick dick that was a bit shy in length of mine. “I bet you like to get your itch scratched too and no judgment on your hustle bro,” the security guard explained, “I’m just anxious to try it too. Nothing better than a creampied hole to slide in.” I laughed – two alpha tops here – while I’ve heard bottom’s say they can’t play with each other as they would only bump pussies, what the fuck would he and I do? A look of anger flashed across his face and I quickly explained. He then busted out laughing too, his dick still hanging out of his pants. While there was something appealing about maybe trying to take this shawty’s dick – to Y.O.L.O. with this married DL brotha who said he took the rod now and then – I was not quite ready for that step, but with a promise to explore that another time, an exchange of numbers, in payment for the ride I knelt there on the garage floor and let him jack his dick and glaze my lips with his load. I have to admit that turned me on, that I enjoyed the taste I had of his dick, his cum, and was tempted to ask for more. Another time for sure. The next two days I started to build a regular routine of dirty, raw, fucks. Whatever hole might be around the trap house, the Asian guy when I picked up my food, Mr. Wall Street, and the ABS. I wanted to keep the ABS owner in good graces too, so I nutted him up twice for good measure. Then the invite text came, “TONIGHT – 8:30 P.M. – ADDRESS BELOW – COME AS YOU ARE…” The two daddies came through on the invite for their party. I was still nervous about being dirty, and my smelly, filthy clothes – at least for this, but daddy #1 texted me back, begging me not to change a thing and assuring that is what he – no they – wanted. Party night arrived, Lil’Petey had still not shown back up to his cardboard shanty so I left a note and hopped a taxi to the Upper East Side. The dark brick tower was imposing, as was the door man, the man at the front desk, and the guy at the elevator – all of whom looked down on me for how I appeared – fuck them. The sounds of laughter, light music, and aromas of food and smoke greeted me at the door. I paused – rang the bell – and before the chimes echoed into oblivion daddy #1 opened the door, yanked me in and promptly announced my arrival to the assembled guests like a herald in a medieval court. All voices ceased. All eyes stared. All mouths gaped. Silence descended like a smothering blanket, yet I smiled. Yeah, tonight my WRECKIN-AIDs-BONE was going to breed some monied ass and when I left, I planned to have all my pockets stuffed, my dick head rubbed raw from having fucked so much ass, and a client list so long I won’t be sleeping for a fucking week. It’s good to be a BBC thug stallion in a pasture of white mares.

Part 5: Splat – splat – SPLAT! My long W.A.B. (Wreckin-AIDs-Bone) was churning that buttery hole deep. Little foil, Land-O-Lakes butter packets lay scattered on the floor and as I planted my feet, the Asian bottom I had met in the alley the day before behind his family’s restaurant jumped back on my dick and rode me like a pro. He agreed to keep me stocked with all the food I could carry each day if I dicked his winking hole, so I met him behind the restaurant, followed him in the back door and down the stairs to a small basement storeroom. I prefer to fuck dry or with just spit, but he started opening butter packets like a squirrel frantic for the last nutt before winter, and dobbing his hole with them. I didn’t like it. Not at all. Yeah my 10-inch dick was hard, and he was moaning as I pulsed his hole into orgasmic bliss, but naw, not my roll. I like it when the bottom hurts. When they resist. When they want it, but their body ain’t prepared, and I get to make them open up like I want. “Cum in me, yeah please give me that black dick, oh that feels so fucking good, please cum, shoot your load deep, I want it harder,” the Asian guy begged. On and on he begged. Too fucking chatty for me too, but this was business, so I let him think he was getting my load – tops can fake it too. “HERE COMES THAT BBC LOAD – THAT WHAT YOU WANT? FILLING THAT SLOPPY HOLE – PUSHING IT IN THERE – FUCKING YOU LIKE A SLUT FOR THIS DICK – OH YEAH, TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT…” There. Done. Now on to real biz. I told him I would be back at the alley door in an hour and he said he would have my food ready. Time to get my AIDs Bone into some real raw ass and shred it. I wiped my dick down, then wiped it down some more until I was finally grease free. Back in the alley I shifted down a couple of buildings, leaned against the wall in the shadows, lit a cigarette, and waited. Right on time Mr. Wall Street slunk down the alley. His steps were tentative, like a man on his way to his execution and in some ways guess he was. I calmly waited; he got closer, paused, looked around like he was reconsidering. I stood straight, my ribs showing as I poked my chest out, held the cigarette between my teeth, unzipped my pants and hauled out my thick, hard dick. My toxic precum was already drooling from the tip like the venom of some alien monster in a sci-fi movie. Wall Street edged closer. He was sweating, but not just from the heat wave blasting NYC, but from the blasting he knew my dick was going to give his ass. Wall Street was all twitchy, shaky, his eyes darting back and forth. He was hooked. He needed his fix. This is what BBC withdrawal looks like. “Get on your knees. Taste that dick drool,” I ordered. Wall Street squinted his nose in disgust as he looked at his high price suit then looked at the broken pavement in the dirty alley. But, he obeyed. Yes, he was a bitch at heart – or was now that I had plowed him and shown him the joys of serving a nasty BBC freak like me. Wall Street winced as he got on his knees, his clean cut face and high dollar haircut in sharp contrast to the filth that surrounded us and to the thug, street, BBC hanging in mid-air. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes like he was afraid it was going to bite him. Aiight then, time to spit some venom in those cheeks. Before Wall Street could react I dropped the butt of my now finished cigarette onto the ground, grabbed his head in a vice grip, drove my 10-inches into his mouth as far as I could, and as he flailed and gagged and realized his neck was stuffed and he could not breath I snarled, “THAT’S RIGHT FUCKING FAGGY – TASTE THAT AIDS BONE. SUCK THAT JUICE – LITTLE POISON CARAMEL, CANDY APPLE RIGHT THERE. LET ME HEAR YOU GAG AND SPIT IT UP. THAT’S ALL THE FUCKING LUBE YOU GET. WHY ELSE YOU HERE – TRYING TO GET THAT BITCH HOLE CUNT WRECKED AGAIN AIN’T YOU? ANSWER ME WHEN I FUCKING ASK YOU A QUESTION – SLAP THE FUCK OUT OF YOU – THAT’S RIGHT – NOD THAT HEAD, DRIBBLE THAT SNOT ONTO MY DICK – FUCKING POWERLESS BITCH IS ALL YOU ARE – NOW GET THE FUCK UP!!” Wall Street had tears running down his face, snot coming out his nose, streams of drool down his chin – HA! What a fucking sight. I could tell he was not a practiced dick sucker – or more likely that was the first real meat he had ever choked on. Hmm…. Note for next time, but today, today was all about wrecking that hole some more. As he stood up Wall Street started to object, “I…I don’t think I can get fucked again. You made it bleed a little yesterday and so I’m pretty tender, and sore, and…..” A quick left hook tap got his attention, then I grabbed him hard, pushed him against the wall, and started rubbing my monster dick against the back of his high-priced suit to dry it off. “I don’t give a fuck if it hurts and frankly, it’s supposed to. You’re supposed to feel the dick, feel that black shaft hurt that pink hole, feel it tonight when you lying in bed, remembering what a bitch you are for a real man. Now shut the fuck up and show me what you got or else we wasting our time,” I said. Wall Street fumbled in his coat pocket, pulled out his wallet, it was good and stuffed again and every bill was a silent plea for me to rape fuck that ass. To make hurt all over. To fill him with dirty dick and cum. I emptied his wallet, handed it back to him, he started to shake again. “Drop those fucking pants and stick that ass out. Show me you want this AIDs Bone,” I demanded. Wall Street was overcome now with his need and his belt buckle clanged like a dinner bell as it hit the pavement, he grunted as I pushed him against the wall, and started panting like a porch hound as I covered his mouth with my left hand, lined up my dry dick and pushed as hard as I fucking could. Shock. Pain. Desire. Need. Wall Street’s body and mind convulsed as my BBC ripped that white hole back open. “YOU LIKE BEING ON THE BUSINESS END OF THIS THUG DICK? YOU LIKE BEING MY WHITE BITCH? THAT PUSSY’S IN HEAT – SUCKING THIS MONSTER DICK IN – FEEL IT SCRAPING THOSE WALLS UP? YEAH YOU DO – YEAH YOU DO – SEND YOU BACK TO YOUR OFFICE WITH MY AIDS BONE NUTT DEEP IN THAT HOLE. FUCK HELL THAT ASS IS TIGHT! RAPING THAT BUG CHASING ASS – GOING TO POZ THAT HOLE AGAIN, MAKE YOU MINE. STRUGGLE FOR ME – THAT’S IT – FIGHT THAT AIDS BONE – FIGHT THAT WRECKIN DICK – CLAMP THAT HOLE AND TRY TO PUSH ME OFF YOU YOU CUM HUNGRY MOTHA-FUCKA! GOD DAMN WEEK ASS FAGGY, TAKE THIS NUTT – TAKE THIS LOAD IN THEM GUTS – FEEL THAT SHIT GO DEEP UP IN THERE – HELL YEAH! FILLING THAT ASS – FILLING THAT ASS – AAAHHHH…..” I ripped my dick out of his bruised hole, peeked at it, saw my nutt was still streaming, slammed it back in as hard as I could and angled against his walls to wipe the head clean. A few deep strokes and when I ripped it out this time, looked like I had finished off, released my grip on Mr. Wall Street, let him slump against the wall, stuffed my wet, still hard meet back into my dirty jeans, and lit up a fresh cigarette. Even in the shadows I could see how flushed and turned on Wall Street was and when he turned around and started to pull his pants back up he also started to talk. “I’m not here to chat, listen to your mouth, be your buddy, or none of that shit so if it’s not about business or you begging for more of this dick, then shut the fuck up.” Wall Street’s eyes got wide, he hung his head in submission, buckled his pants then reached into another coat pocket and handed me a cell phone. “I got this for you – if that’s OK – I thought, I didn’t know, I…well thought maybe you could use a phone. I also prepaid the service for two years. Unlimited everything so no worries and no strings. It’s a gift – a thank you. I…well…I..” I smiled, exhaled my smoke into his face as I palmed my new phone and said, “Hit my digits when that wallet’s full again and you need some more dick. Next time I think I should bust that ass with you bent over your office desk. Leave my stank on your chair so every time you sit down to work, that faggy hole will be twitching remembering how my thug dick owned that shit right there.” Wall Street’s eyes rolled, he panted, I laughed and strolled away. I didn’t look back to see if Wall Street was still standing there like a clown when I stopped and knocked on the restaurant door. I knocked again. I don’t like being kept fucking waiting. I was getting ready to go around front when Asian boy opened the door, apologized profusely for keeping me waiting like he should, handed me my bag of food, then went scrambling back inside to pack me some cold sodas and bottled water. Two bags in arm, I headed to the trap house. My dick was just getting started and I had hours to kill before I was supposed to hook with the two daddies the white youngin I banged at the hotel was supposed to connect me with. The porch bum was waiting and happily took the food and drinks I offered and I even gave some to his two buddies that were hanging with him. I started to make my way through the hole in the fence when the bum said, “Your boy’s gone. Said he had to go to Newark, Newell, New – oh hell – someplace and he be back in a day or two or three.” Lil’Petey had said nothing to me about going anyplace, so I shrugged, made my way to his cardboard shanty around back, slid the food in, and settled down for a bite and cool drink. I scooted back out, made my way to the back by the fallen down garage and took care of some personal business, went back inside and with Petey gone, took advantage of being alone a minute. In the far corner and up against the house, I peeled back the several layers of cardboard on the ground, got my spoon, dug me a little hole. Using a clean, empty carton the Asian guy had put in the bag for me, I pulled out my latest haul from Wall Street, put most of it in the carton, then buried it quick. Safe and sound. Never a good idea to keep all your stash in one spot so this was just the latest of my little hidey holes. With that done I settled back and took a quick nap. My hard dick was raging. I was lying back, my body sweating in the cardboard shanty as I stroked when I heard some noise – a scrape, thump, scrape – someone was inside the trap house. I grabbed an unopened box of Chinese food, a now lukewarm soda, and crawled out. The back door was ajar as usual. I creeped on in, followed the muffled voices down a hall, and found the porch bum being getting his dick sucked by one of his two buddies I saw earlier. His buddy was on his hands and knees, ass up and waiting. Is that an invitation? HA! “Yo man, I see you made good with the foods I left to handle your problem - now here’s MY problem,” I said as I flopped out my 10-inch hard on. The porch bum smiled, nodded his head to his buddies raised ass, and the guy didn’t stop sucking, so clearly they both were inviting me to dig in. First, I set the carton of food and drink down beside them and the dude sucking eyed it sideways, but never let the dick out of his mouth. I adjusted my balls and dick through my zipper, spit on them a couple times, stepped behind the guy sucking, and used my feet to edge his legs wider. He raised his ass up – yeah ready for dick. But are they ever truly ready? HA! The guy was slurping and burping on the porch bum’s dick, but I had to interrupt their flow. “Get your pants off,” I ordered. I had to repeat myself and slap his ass, then the guy sucking stopped, quickly stood up, dropped his pants, fumbled his shoes off, then his pants, and got back down on his hands and knees and started sucking again. Before he could reconsider I sawed my fingers into his furry, grimy, rank hole to tear it up. He grunted, groaned, porch bum looked on in awe as I squatted over that waiting ass then dropped my dick. The pain of getting his hole punched open made the sucker stop and made porch bum ready to blow. Porch bum grabbed his head and with three quick thrusts of his hips blew his cum into the dude’s mouth. I was getting ready to grab and push deeper when porch bum said, “I’m done man. You have it at it.” I nodded, waited a sec for porch bum to scoot out, and as he left the room I dropped my body down and forward and as the dude collapsed to the trap house floor under my weight my dick ripped through his outer hole, found that second ring, and embedded itself nice and deep. “FUCKING PUSSY GETTING RIPPED! SOME BIG OL BEEF STEAK WITH THAT CHINESE FOOD HUH? YOU HUNGRY MOTHA-FUCKA? GOD DAMN YOU GOT A DIRTY ASS – FEEL THAT DICK PULL ALL THE WAY OUT? HA! YEAH LIKE IT WENT IT PUNCH FUCKS BACK IN THAT HOLE? EVER FELT SHIT THAT GOOD BEFORE? BET YOU AIN’T – BET YOU WON’T FORGET – WORTHLESS FUCKING HOLE TAKING MY BLACK DICK, HERE COMES THAT ROLLER COASTER NUTT, COMING HOME, COMING FOR THAT HOLE – TAKING THE EDGE OFF SO I CAN FUCKING BREATHE – TAKE…OF HELL YEAH – MY BALLS FILLING YOUR CUNT UP!” Most dudes are a six pack, smoke, or in this case box of Chinese food away from being a bitch hole for a thug like me. Another notch on my AIDs Bone belt and just for good measure I gave the dude a soft kick on the foot as I stepped away and said, “Pass the word. I got food to give but only looking for fresh hole that’s willing to take it like that. Raw. Rough. One and done. In and out. You feel me?” His grunt was all the answer I needed. Back in the cardboard shanty I pulled out my new cell phone from Mr. Wall Street. I had plenty of bars, so got online, set up a new email account, and then noted I had a text. Mr. Wall Street begging for my dick already. Yeah once they get that hole wrecked ain’t no other dick feel right. I chilled a bit then figured was time to hit the ABS and meet up with the youngin. Before I left, I set the bag of food right where I knew Lil’Petey would see it. I wasn’t worried about the bums coming in – they fucking knew better. An hour later I was standing down the block from the ABS, scanning the crowd, watching for the youngin and seeing if he would show. Some folks stared as they walked past at my dirty appearance. Scraggly beard, hair all wilding, my ribs poking out, my raggedy, stained jeans. Others had a look I was beginning to recognize, a look of need, desire, and wanting to walk on the wrong side of the tracks. I was close to feeling secure with the cash flow to head back to Harlem and tonight would either set me up right or I would have to hustle a bit longer. Feeling a phone in my pocket again felt strange I ran my hand over the phone’s screen. The temptation to call home was there. To hear my momma’s voice, to hear her say she still loved, to hear some other words not spoken in anger and hate. Naw – time to move on. I could see a new life now. This was just the beginning. My thoughts were interrupted as the prancing youngin bounded up to me, “There you ARE! You would not believe the traffic coming here from up town. I mean really. OK, so…” and then he proceeded with 21 questions. Jesus Christ you’d think this was Million Dollar Matchmaker or some shit. “Hey!” I shouted as I gave him a light thug tap with my left fist. Fuck that shut him up. “We doing this or what?” He said it was all set, his two daddies had booked a hotel room a few blocks away so they could ‘be in the hood’, they wanted to get wild, freaky, nasty and would tell me more when I got there. I patted the $500 now in pocket as I swaggered to the double-tap-booty call. There was $1,500 more waiting for me – no limits, nasty as I want. The youngin tried to get me to bang his hole before I hit his daddies and while that might make a hot scene another time, I passed. On the way to the hotel I also realized that white, rich folks like these could easily set me up. I had a plan for that too. The hotel was mid-range, nothing fancy so no one at the front desk stopped me as I walked through the lobby although they did watch me closely. I knocked once at the room the youngin gave me and the door quickly opened, and I was met by a well built dude, mid-40s I’d say, clean shaven all over and he had nothing on but some black Mark Weldon underwear. “You must be JC. Come in please. May I offer you a drink?” he asked. I shook my head, used my dirty t-shirt to wipe the sweat off my face, and stepped into the room and stopped. The youngin said his daddies were freaks but hell. The other daddy was spread eagle on the bed, black nylon straps wrapped around each ankle and wrist and disappearing under the bed. A black hood with only holes for his eyes and nostrils was on his head and a thick collar with a heavy chain went from his neck and wound down the length of the bed and disappeared underneath. He was thicker, with a meaty butt, and hard to tell from his position how old he was. The daddy who met me at the door said, “This is my partner Rex – well Reginald – well oh damn hell. I know I know, this is not a formal social gathering and no names, yes yes yes. But, my apologies. Courtesies never fail me.” Whatever dude. Like a Hollywood director the daddy explained what they wanted, flailing his arms wide, his hands dancing like little princesses, “We’re in a city far away from home. There’s a knock at the door. Re…I mean my husband, thinks it’s room service and boldly opens the door. VOILA! It’s a thief! (that’s you). You push your way in, quickly tie him up, then me. And as I lie there forced to watched, my husband is violated most horribly (sigh). He’s the bottom, but I’m helpless and am forced to watch as my husband is taken by another man! (sigh) Just between us, I like watching that – kind of our thing. I fuck him of course, but I much prefer to watch.” I nodded, said ‘Yes’ at the appropriate times, listened as he explained how the nylon bindings worked, blah fucking blah blah. He unlashed his husband, the two daddies sat on the bed and listened as I explained my last condition after they had handed me half the cash up front. Dumb asses. They’re lucky I’m a greedy BBC right now as I could have easily stepped out and not come back and been satisfied with that. But this is business and right now, all I got is my 10-inch monster and my rep. I don’t cheat, steal, or shit like that. The two daddies happily obliged to the next request and as I used my cell phone to record them while they explained that to whomever it may concern, they willingly met with me, asked me to play, blah blah blah. The daddy that had been tied to the bed did not take his mask off in front of me, but just pulled it up so his mouth showed, stated his name, and all the rest. I sent the video to my email and the cloud and then had to do it all over again as they showed me two cameras they had set up in the room to live stream the rape fuck to their perv site. Yeah that’s rite. These two whitebread, uptown daddies had a fucking perv website where they showed their freaky, ‘anonymous’ shit, and were going to live stream a thug beat down. HA! Time to get busy. Off camera you hear KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. then cries of NO, NO, PLEASE DON’T HURT US, TAKE WHAT YOU WANT. Fucking drama queens. Shaky shots of daddy #1 (the bottom) being tied down, hooded, as my voice off camera orders daddy #2 (the top) to pull the restraints tighter. Daddy #1 is secure, now the camera is set on the desk; unnamed black thug (that’s me) is shown tying daddy#2 down the same. Script goes as planned. Two daddies tied, hooded. “I SAW YOU TWO FAGGIES EYEING MY DICK – YOU TRYING GET SOME DICK? THINK YOUR WHITE ASS TOO GOOD FOR ME? HUH?” I stated per the script. Both daddies moaned, groaned on cue. I stripped so the cameras caught my dirty clothes, rank ass, ribs showing. I walked over to daddy #1 and started to finger his hole, which was wide the fuck open, “You a faggy for dick?” I asked knowing the answer. “Yeah maybe stick this up your shithole, plow that ass.” With that I climbed up on the bed, stretched like a lion over his prey, and as daddy#1 poked his ass up and out, I dropped down into that shitter. I reached up, wrapped my hands around his throat and fucked without mercy. His body bucked, contorted, and being the bottom slag slut he was, took it all and more. That hole was used to getting dicked and while I made a good show, he was too eager for my true tastes. I needed something a little more taboo. I pulled out of his ass, slide onto my right side so I could look over his back and at the eyes of daddy #2 that shone with voyeur delight through the holes in his mask. I lifted up my left hand, then raised one finger at a time to clearly show to daddy #2 and the camera my long, dirty nails. “TIME TO PREP THIS FAG CUNT RIGHT. SEE THESE NAILS, THEY ARE NICE AND SHARP, MADE FOR SLICING AND DICING AND TURNING A SMOOTH HOLE TO CHOPPED BURGER. ONCE THEY GET COATED IN SOME BRIGHT RED POLISH, THEN IT’S TIME TO BLOW MY AIDS BONE LOAD.” Daddy #2 was shaking in excitement as daddy#1 started squealing like a stuck pig, which he was right then as I dug at his guts as hard as I could. When my nails were nice and polished, I raised back up, coated my drippy dick, and went to town long dicking that ass like it had never had been before. Both daddies were gasping, moaning, and groaning in time to my power fuck and now that I tore his hole good and knew it hurt, my dick was ready to coat his insides. “TAKE THIS RAW DICK BITCH! MAKING YOU TAKE SOME DIRTY BLACK COCK. MY DICK IS STILL COATED IN BUM GRIME, NOW YOU GOT IT TOO. AND THAT’S NOT ALL YOU GOT…RIGHT NOW…FUCK YOU GOING TO GET MY AIDS NUTT…TAKE THIS DIRTY POZ DICK…RAPING THAT FAG PUSSY…MY FAG PUSSY…I’M YOUR BBC DADDY NOW….” One load down. I pulled out, fingered his hole some more to cut my load up in there good. Grabbed my cigarettes and sat on the edge of the bed as my nutt stewed in daddy #1. My dick was sticking straight up and out, hard as shit as I eyed daddy #2. He said he was only a top. Well now time to go off script. ACTION! I put the cigarette out, smacked daddy#1’s ass for good measure, stood between the two beds so both cameras had the perfect shots, and as I stroked my dick said, “PROBLEM WITH A THUG DICK LIKE THIS IS MY SHIT NEVER GOES DOWN AND MY BALLS PRODUCE AIDS MILK BY THE GALLON. HMMMM….I COULD CRAWL BACK UP IN SOME WET FAG HOLE…NAW…BEEN THERE DONE THAT. I KNOW. I GOT ANOTHER ASS RIGHT HERE JUST WAITING TO FEEL ME.” I could hear daddy #1 now chuckling through his mask as he caught on, and it was not until I had climbed up on the bed over daddy #2 that he finally realized what was about to go down. The nylon straps snapped taught, his hooded head whipped side to side. His breath came out in hard snorts though the small holes in the hood. His body shook in fear and then pain as daddy #2 took three of my fingers in his tight, unused hole and I went from 0 to 60 scratching the hell out of his pucker. “YOU CAN’T TEASE A THUG DICK WITH A BEGGING FAG PUSSY LIKE THAT…HEAR IT BEGGING? I DO…BEGGING TO BE FUCKED, BEGGING TO BE STRETCHED, BEGGING TO BE NUTTED THE FUCK UP,” I said in my best snarl. I spit up and down daddy #2’s back as I continued clawing his hole and then looked at daddy #1 and asked, “YOU HEAR IT BEGGING DON’T YOU? YOU KNOW WHAT A BEGGING HOLE SOUNDS LIKE? YOURS WAS A QUIET, INSISTANT BEGGING, THIS ONE….THIS HOLE RIGHT HEAR IS SCREAMING IT! DOWN ON ONE FUCKING KNEE, PLEADING, BEGGING LIKE SOMEONE STARVING. YOU STARVING? STARVING FOR SOME THICK – LONG – DARK – CHOCOLATE? I HEAR YOU FAGGY HOLE, DADDY’S COMING, TIME TO GET FED.” Daddy #2 thrashed and bucked and then went dead still as I climbed up on the bed. Fuck – what’s he think? Playing possum’s going to get me to stop? HA! I lined up my dick head right at his hole, moved my hips in small circles so he could feel what was coming, I then lifted myself up and over his back, my dick still in position, angled myself forward, and wrapped my arms under his arm pits and grabbed the fronts of his shoulders with my two hands. I put my face down next to his so I could see the fear in his eyes and block his view of daddy #1. All that daddy #2 needed to focus on right then was me. He needed to see in my eyes, see my desire, see my need. Then his muffled screams started. “That’s it daddy,” I said in a whisper just loud enough for him to hear as I continued to look in his eyes. “Feel this AIDs Bone dick opening you up. I know it’s what you wanted isn’t it? I can feel that ass welcoming me in. Begging for more. You want it harder? Want my cum? Want that hole to hurt? Time to wreck that cunt.” I shifted my body, splayed my legs, grabbed his throat like I did his husband’s and rape fucked it good. I angled left – right – pulled all the way out and slammed back in. This daddy would be walking funny for sure. My balls had been teased enough. “TIME TO FILL THAT WHITE PINK ASS WITH BLACK NUTT – TIME TO FILL THAT NASTY ASS WITH AIDS NUTT – TIME TO FILL THAT HUNGRY ASS DEEP WITH BLACK DICK – TAKE THIS FUCKING DICK – TAKE THIS MOTHA-FUCKIN DICK – TAKE THIS WRECKIN AIDS BONE DICK…HERE THE FUCK IT COMES, FEEL IT FLOODING THAT HOLE? FEEL IT BREEDING YOU? FEEL THAT CUM BURNING YOUR INSIDES UP? MAKING THAT ASS CREAM ON MY DICK – MAKING THAT ASS MILK EVERY DROP OUT – FUCKING HELL THAT’S RIGHT, YOUR PUSSY HAVING AN ORGASM – YOUR WHITE PUSSY TWITCHING AND TWERKING ON MY DICK, ASKING FOR MORE – WELL FUCKER HERE IT COMES!!!” I yanked my spent dick out of his bruised hole, wiped myself off on his ass cheeks, climbed off the bed, lit a new smoke, opened the wallets that were on the table between the beds, took the cash I was owed, and walked stage right– cameras now off. I debated a minute whether or not to mount them both again, but no, I ain’t giving shit for free. Fucking daddy #2 was off script, so in case he did not take it well, I decided to go with daddy #1 and untied him from the bed instead. He stumbled to his feet, rubbed his wrists and ankles, then took off the hood. This was the first time I got to see his full face and while I expected some nelly looking dude, he was not that at all. Hell, I was surprised and my dick sprang right back up. HA! Daddy #1 laughed, slapped me on the shoulder, and said, “Thank you! I have been trying to fuck him again for years, but you’d think his ass was the Mona Lisa – some national treasure not to be touched. Well, I plan to take full advantage of this little twist.” I declined his offer to hang out or wash off. I wanted to keep the crust on my dick. I was at the door, ready to go when my host stopped me and said, “Do you have a number we can reach you? I expect that today’s little scenario will be a huge hit with our fans and well, personally, I would like to try that dick out again. Can you get dirtier, nastier, rougher? Oh good! You were the best fuck I’ve had in a while. I have a great idea! Do you like parties? We’re throwing a huge welcome-back-to-the-city bash at our penthouse in a couple of days. I want you to be our special guest.” I wasn’t sure about all that given how I was looking these days, but he assured me I was perfect the way I was – rough, dirty, street. Arrangements made, payment agreed to, I left daddy #1 to his own devices and made my way back to the trap house. I was hungry, tired, and excited. I had enough cash now to feel secure about getting the place in Harlem. I was looking forward to seeing Lil’Petey who I hoped was back by now, and it looked like I had found my new role in life – serving as a dirty, thugged out, wasted looking Wreckin-AIDs-Bone to the high, mighty, and moneyed kinky fuckers of NYC.

CHAPTER 5 - A COLD BEER The next day was a scorcher, and Dalton did everyone in the neighborhood a favor by stepping outside in a few scraps of clothing to mow his parents’ lawn. In keeping with tradition, Brian and I stood at our kitchen window watching Neighbor Boy put on a show. Within 10 minutes, the kid’s tank top was soaked through with sweat, so he stopped to peel it off—leaving him in nothing but basketball shorts and tennis shoes. A few minutes after that, his waistband glistened wetly in the sun as it slowly slid down his lower abdomen to reveal a patch of dark fur sprouting up between his bellybutton and his cock. While Brian fingered my hole and I jacked my dripping poz cock, I told him we should invite the kid over for a cold drink—and maybe put on a little show of our own. My husband flashed a wolfish smile in response. And without saying another word, he stepped out toward the pool while I made my way toward the front door. * * * “Hey, bud—it’s fucking hot out here today. Can I offer you a beer?” I stood on the front porch wearing nothing but a pair of soccer shorts, waving a can of beer in Dalton’s direction. He looked a little surprised—I don’t think he expected us to be supplying him with alcohol—and responded with a friendly nod. I headed back inside, leaving the door cracked open. Moments later, he walked through the door, still shirtless. “I took off my shoes,” he said. “Is it cool for me to be in here? I don’t want to drip sweat everywhere.” “Sure, bud,” I replied, handing him the beer. “Drink up. Lots more where that came from.” He tilted his head back to chug the beer. As he did so, he inadvertently thrust his hips forward to reveal the clear outline of his fleshy cock. He killed the can in a single giant gulp. “You obviously need another one,” I said, tossing him a second can. Just as he opened it, I heard a door slide open behind me. It was Brian returning from the pool. I kept my gaze on Dalton—and just as I expected, the kid’s eyes suddenly went wide. I feigned curiosity and turned around to see what Dalton was staring at. And there was my husband, stark naked, dripping wet, his fat hole-wrecker of a cock fully erect, its thick dorsal vein pointed directly toward the taut, sweaty abs of Neighbor Boy. “Jesus, Brian!” I said, doing my best to appear mortified. “Put some fucking clothes on. We’ve got a guest.” “My God, Dalton—I’m so sorry,” he said, grabbing a towel from the guest bathroom and wrapping it around his waist. “No worries, dude,” Dalton replied quietly, his eyes locked on his beer can as his face flushed red. My gaze traveled down toward his crotch. Just as I’d hoped—and though he was trying to hide it with his free hand—the bulge in his shorts had grown noticeably thicker, causing that sweat-soaked waistband to slide a little lower. All three of us stood there in silence for a moment. Then Dalton shot a quick, guilty glance in my direction, gulped down the rest of his beer, and gave me a stiff nod. “Better get back to work,” he said, his voice shaking just the tiniest bit. “Thanks for the cold beers.”

4. Jason I lay in waiting for the fourth and last guy, in the dim room. The other three had been almost back-to-back, coming in as soon as the earlier one had left. This pause was unexpected, but not unwelcome. I was lying on my stomach, trying my best to keep all of the sperm donations inside of me. In the dark and lonely room, each drop of spooge felt like a precious gift and I wanted all of them to stay inside me. The door cracked open slightly, and I thought it was the last man entering. But the door didn't open any further. "It's me," Nathan said, through the mostly closed door. "Are you ok in there?" Nathan asked me. "Yeah, I'm good. Very good," I said. I was warm and happy, the drugs had put me in a good mood, and the long, intimate fucks had put me in an even better mood. "Just need a cock in my hole again," I said. He laughed. "Well, if you need it, there should is a toy or two in the night stand. Michael is a bit late; I'll let you rest while we wait. Or you can play, if you want." He closed the door; I hadn't even gotten to see Nathan's face. I lay there, trying not to think about anything in particular. But Nathan had put the idea in my mind, and before long, all I could think about was having a toy up my ass. I scrambled to the side of the bed, staying on my stomach in order to not to lose any of the cum. I opened the drawer. Like Nathan had said, there were a few dildos and butt plugs in the drawer. I pulled out one of the smaller, thinner vibrators. Before I realized what I was doing, I had it on, and was reaching back to rub the tip along my well-used hole. It didn't take much effort for it to slide in. I was already well lubricated, and the vibration of the toy easily cut through any remaining resistance. Nor did it take long for me to find the perfect spot for it. That spot was deep enough to help massage the semen into my ass, but also positioned just right to target my prostate. Despite all of the drugs I had done, under the stimulation, my cock started to stir once more beneath me. I was enjoying the sensation of the jizz getting worked into me so much that I knew if I continued the play I'd be shooting my load far sooner than I had planned. But, after a few minutes of working that vibrator in and out of my hole, I was rescued by the sound of the doorbell. It would be the last man of the afternoon. I eased the toy out of my hole, clenching my ass around it so as not to loose a single drop of the many men's sperm donations. Just as I was getting the last bit out, there was a knock on the door. "Ready?" Nathan asked. "Of course," I said, rolling over onto my back. Before the door fully opened, I noticed a wet spot on the bed where my cock had been dripping pre-cum. But, before I could do anything about it, the last man of the day walked in. He was a little older than the other three guys, probably in his late forties. He was taller, about 6'2, and thin. He had short-cropped hair, with a goatee as well. Both of them were dark, flecked with grey. He had a white t-shirt on and jeans; his hairy arms showed a few tattoos. When he walked in, I quickly read his t-shirt. It said, "If it's not rape, it's not fun." On someone else, it might have been funny, but on him, it was menacing, almost scary. I knew instinctively that he believed it. My cock twitched in unknowing excitement and anticipation. "This the faggot?" he sneered. "Yeah. He's Jason," Nathan answered. "He's new at this. Go easy on him." "You know how I roll," he answered. "Yeah, I do," Nathan said. "That's why I'm telling you to go easy on him. And that's why I'm worried." He slowly shut the door and then it was just the two of us, alone. I said, "I'm Jason," as he walked to the bed. "Yeah, faggot, I heard." He dropped a small backpack next to the bed. "I'm Michael. But you can call me Sir." "Yes Sir," I answered. With him closer to me, I could smell the aggression and masculinity pouring off his body. It was just one more drug for me, and even against some instinct for self-preservation, I still couldn't get enough of it. "So, faggot. You want to die?" The bluntness of the question shocked me. Before I could figure out exactly what he really meant, I was terrified about what I had gotten myself into. Finally, I realized he meant the virus and getting infected. Or at least I hoped he did. "Yeah, I am." "Yeah, what, Faggot?" He was standing over the bed, staring down at me relentlessly with steel-grey eyes. "Yes, Sir," I said, learning how he wanted me to address him. "Good faggot. You learn quickly." I was already breathing hard, scared at what I was imagining this man could do to me. But, at the same time, my cock was twitching and trying to get hard from the excitement. "Get on your knees, faggot. Suck my cock." I got off the bed, onto the floor and onto my knees. I must have hesitated or been too slow, because Michael said, "Now, bitch. There's other boys literally dying for my sperm." As fast as I could, I got on my knees right in front of him. He undid his jeans and a thick, semi-hard cock flopped out. There was the glint of a heavy cockring wrapped around his balls. I looked up at him, his expressionless face staring down at me. "Please? Sir?" I asked, my mouth open and ready. "Do it, faggot," he said. I took his cockhead in my mouth and started to lick on his piss slit. As soon as my tongue touched his head, he dribbled a slow stream of pre-cum. I was surprised at how bitter it was, compared to the other men from the afternoon. Still, I knew that not swallowing it wasn't an option. "Swallow it all, queer," he said, letting me know my guess was right. He put one hand on the back of my head and forced me further down, swallowing more of his cock. He worked fast. When his cockhead hit the back of my throat, I needed a break or at least a pause in his relentless penetration. I pushed my head back, against his hand, but he wasn't having any of it. "If you have to, choke on it, bitch," he said, and continued to force his cock into my throat. I struggled to relax, but as his shaft pressed against my tonsils and cut off my air, I couldn't stop myself from gagging. At least Michael let go of my head for a moment and let me catch my breath. "Gonna have to do better next time, cocksucker." "Just let me catch my breath, Sir," I gasped. Even though his cock was a lot smaller than Eli's, I found it far harder to take in my mouth. It was the attitude. With Eli, we both wanted it to work, to get his cock in my throat. But with Michael, this wasn't oral sex; it was already a straight up face-fuck. Our entire encounter was going to be about power, Michael exerting his power over me and me giving any power I had left to him. "Fuck cocksucker, you're here for my pleasure. I'm getting a lot of pleasure out of seeing you choke on my tool," Michael said, re-enforcing what I had just realized. It didn't make me feel any better to have my instincts confirmed; I wondered what other instincts about Michael would be later confirmed. I opened my mouth to get some air but immediately, his cock found its way back in. "Just work on the head, bitch. Get it nice and wet and hard." As I sucked on the head, his cock hardened. He was about seven inches and a decent thickness. Nothing like Eli, but more than enough to make me uncomfortable. "Yeah, that's it bitch. Take more of it," he said, forcing more of his tool into my mouth. This time it was a little easier for me to accommodate. "You know you need it." Keeping his cock in my mouth, I looked up at him. He was staring down at me with an evil grin. I knew the face-fucking was only beginning of what he wanted to do to me. He pulled off his shirt, exposing a chest covered with thick, dark hair and two pierced nipples. His chest was untrimmed, except for a patch right above his pubes. The hair there was thin enough to expose a brilliant red biohazard tattoo. I was staring at it. "Like that, faggot?" he asked. It was right in front of me, reminding me exactly what I was getting myself into. "Yes, Sir," I managed to say even with my mouth still full of his cock. "Don't worry. You'll be ready to get one in no time. Marking you as biohazardous waste for the rest of your life." He pushed his cock further in and his cockhead was now nestled against the back of my throat. "Ready to choke, bitch?" he asked. It was a rhetorical question, but I still shook my head no, hoping for the best. I still needed to recover. "Too bad," he said, as his cockhead popped into my throat. He had gone too fast again, and almost immediately, I was back to gagging. "Fuck, cocksucker. Can't you get this right?" he said, pulling his cock all the way out. "How many guys have you sucked off today, faggot?" His cock stayed hard, glistening with my spit, taunting me with my inability to deep-throat it. I paused trying to remember again how many there had been. "If you have to stop and think, it's too many," Michael said laughing. "Total slut. Must be dripping with all sorts of bugs now. Gonna be a diseased leper if you keep the whoring up." He stepped back and kicked off his jeans. His legs were just as hairy as the rest of his body and there was a tattoo wrapped around his left leg. From what I could see it was a simple tribal pattern. "I think I need some protection against you and all those diseases you're picking up," he said. He reached into his bag, and pulled out a pair of latex gloves. He put them on, snapping them forcefully before returning his attention to me. "Much better. I gotta be careful handling medical-grade waste like you, faggot." With one hand, he opened my mouth, and used his other hand to guide his cock into it. The rubber taste was harsh and clinical in my mouth; I knew it would make my gagging even worse. This time, Michael didn't take his time or even give me any chance to adjust. His cock went straight to the back of my mouth. It pressed into my throat before I could even get comfortable. Michael grabbed the poppers off the bed table, and held them under my nose. I did a short hit. I nodded my head that I was good. "Come on, cocksucker. Let's do this right the first time. No gagging." he said. He kept the bottle in place under my nose, giving me no choice but to keep on breathing it in the vapors. As the drug diffused into my body, and relaxed me, I instinctively held my mouth open and let my throat slacken. My world had narrowed down to just his cock and I wanted it deep in me. I no longer cared how he was treating me, what he was thinking about me, or anything else. I just wanted to worship him and let him know his cock was my world. "Good faggot," he said. That was the highest praise I could ever expect from him. I let him slide his cock into my throat, feeling it choke me. I didn't care. I even started to enjoy the feeling of his cock cutting off my ability to breathe. I took a chance and looked up at him. He was finally smiling. "Right on, bitch. You know what a man needs." His cock was now balls-deep in my mouth and I could feel my throat straining to accommodate its width. He cleared his throat and I thought he was about to say something. I was staring up at him, amazed at how he had turned into my personal cock-god. I knew full well it was the poppers driving my worship of him, not any sort of reality. Suddenly, he spat right in my face, the miasma of snot, phlegm, and saliva landing across my cheeks and nose. "Faggot doesn't even mind when he's spit on," he said. He reached down, and with one of his gloved hands, rubbed the spit all over my face. Then he wiped off what had been left on his glove across my shoulder and chest. "You're getting the first bit of my DNA, cocksucker, and you have no reaction?" In the popper haze, I couldn't tell how to react. My depraved cum-hungry self loved the display of power and cockiness of his action. I wanted him to wash my face with his spit. On the other hand, the still coherent, not tweaked-out part of me knew it was degrading and not something I should take. But, drugs and poppers won, and as best I could, with his cock buried in my throat, I croaked out "More, Sir." "Right on, faggot!" he answered. "Cocksucker, you know you love this humiliation." He didn't do anything immediately but just continued to fuck my throat. I was still flying on the poppers and enjoyed every degrading moment of the throat-fuck. Being able to suck on a man's cock was simply my world; that he was forcing it into my throat was heaven. It was just the tina, assisted by the poppers, but I didn't care. Unfortunately, the poppers wore off, and I was back in the crystal-mediated sordid reality: I had a thick cock lodged in my throat, I was right on the edge of gagging, and my face was smeared with another man's spit. "Oh yeah, faggot," Michael said, "Can't stop now." He knew I was coming down from the popper high, but he didn't care. "Feels so good." He cleared his throat again, and spit. It landed right in my eyes, stinging. I started to wipe it off, but he batted back my hand. "Wear it with pride, bitch." He reached down with his gloved hand and once more rubbed his sputum all over my face. I did my best to take the degradation, but between the poppers wearing off, and the impersonal feel of the latex on my face, I started to gag again. I accidentally bit down slightly on his cock while I was trying to get some relief. He slapped my face hard, saying "No teeth, cocksucker," but he also pulled his cock out. "Lick my balls, faggot," he said. I welcomed the chance to no longer have his cock forced down my throat, to try to catch my breath and to focus on something other than his cock invading my body. His balls were hairy and they hung low, heavy with their deadly fluid. Sooner or later, that poz cum was going to be injected into me, and I would be begging for it. For now though, I focused on sucking first on one of those warm eggs and then the other one. As I calmed down from the agony of the throat fuck, one of my hands dropped down to my cock. I started to play with myself. However, the crystal was doing its work and despite being turned on by the scene, my cock was only barely erect. Michael noticed my move. "Playing with yourself, cocksucker?" he asked. I nodded and focused all of my attention on his balls. "You been partying, cocksucker?" "Yes, Sir," I said, taking a brief break from his nutsack. "Kinda guessed, by how hungry you were for a real man's cock." He grabbed the back of my head. His hands were still gloved. He held me in place, right against his balls. I opened wide and managed to get both of them in my mouth. "Damn, that feels good, faggot." He made no move to let me go, and I realized in my current position, I could barely breathe. Finally, as I was on the verge of passing out, he let me go. "Want some more tina bitch?" I was feeling satisfied and well-tweaked, but Michael decided he had a better answer to the question than me. "Of course you want more. Your mouth is just too full to answer politely, right?" He pushed his cockhead into my open mouth, shoving it against the back of my throat. Luckily, he didn't try to force it any deeper. I did what I had to do and started to suck on his shaft. "Right on, cocksucker. Show me how much you love my cock." After a bit of intense cockworship, he pulled me off his cock. "Stay there," he said. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pipe and a lighter. "Let's get me high and you tweaked the fuck out, faggot," he said, handing me the pipe. "Do the first hit, bitch." I didn't want to over-do it and I knew what I had already done with Sean and Eli. But there was no harm in just one more small hit from the pipe, so I took the stem of the pipe in my mouth. Michael lit the torch under the bowl. It didn't take long for the drug to melt and I inhaled deeply a few times, before I pulled the pipe away. "Hold it, tweaker," he said, and I did. The bowl was still smoking slightly when I exhaled the small cloud. "Fuck, cocksucker, that's not even a warm-up hit. Do it again, and do it properly," Michael said. I was a bit hesitant, but I convinced myself it would be just one more hit. I hoped that I could still control myself and keep my composure, even around someone as aggressive as Michael. "Do it, faggot," Michael said, reminding me of just how controlling he wanted to be. I put the pipe back in my mouth, and again Michael lit the torch. "Real hit this time, cocksucker." I did as I was told. In deep gasps, I inhaled as much of the drug as I could. I stared up at Michael's grey eyes, watching them carefully for a sign that I had done enough. Finally, he gave me the faintest hint of a nod, and I knew he was satisfied with my efforts. "Hold that," he said. He pulled the pipe from my mouth and put it in his mouth. He sucked down on it, taking a bigger hit than I did. He held it for what seemed like hours. "You can breath out now," he said, finally. I had nearly passed out trying to hold it. I exhaled quickly and gasped for air. The thick white cloud from the huge hit I had just done nearly enveloped my head. I wanted that to be enough to satisfy Michael, because I was already feeling a little light-headed and tweaked out from it. "Nice," he said, trying not to let any of his own hit escape. "Now, shotgun, faggot." He leaned over and forced his mouth against mine. I didn't have a chance to react, and before I knew it, I had inhaled most of his hit. "Right on," Michael said. "Got a good tweak starting here, faggot. Raping your bitch ass is gonna be fucking sweet." I held the hit as long as I could, before finally exhaling. "I think I'm good, Sir." I said. It would be a few more minutes before those hits of tina finally got to me in full. My mind was already only thinking about sex, raw, bareback, man-to-man sex. I had to pace myself. I wanted a cock in my mouth, a cock in my ass, and most of all, I wanted sperm deep in my hole. Any more crystal and I couldn't control my base urges. Michael sat down on the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide. "I'm not good yet, faggot," Michael said. "Which means you're certainly not good yet." He put the pipe back in his mouth, but before he started to smoke it, he paused. "Show my dick some mouth-love, cocksucker, while I do another hit." I was still kneeling down so I leaned into his groin and took his dickhead into my mouth. The torch flared and the crystal sizzled in the pipe while Michael did a hit. My role was clear. I licked off his accumulated pre-cum and worked my way down his shaft. Michael took a long hit and then he held it. His free hand dropped down to the back of my head and pressed me down on his cock. The gloves were still on, and the latex was an unfamiliar sensation against my scalp. I felt more like a sex toy than a sexual partner for Michael. But the meth was starting to power my actions, and I let his hard cock slip into my throat with hardly a protest. Surprisingly though, my throat readily opened up to let his shaft enter me. "Right on cocksucker, let me slide into that cocktube of yours," he said, as he exhaled his hit. "Feels fucking good. Let's get you another good hit, and see what you'll do after that takes effect." With his cock buried in my throat, I did my best to shake my head "no." I had done more than enough crystal for the afternoon, and was still waiting for the full effects of these most recent hits to kick in. "Come on faggot, that wasn't a question. It was an order." He pulled my head off of his cock and quickly stuck the pipe back in my mouth. I was almost at face level with him, staring into his cold, grey eyes. "No pussy hit like earlier. Got it cocksucker?" I nodded in stunned agreement as he lit the torch. It didn't take long for the still-warm bowl to fill with smoke and I sucked on it as he wanted. Michael kept the torch up close against the pipe, making sure that every puff I took was thick with the drug. After what seemed like at least ten minutes, he finally pulled the torch back. The bowl slowly cooled down, crackling the entire time. "Get back on my cock," he ordered me, as he took the pipe out of my mouth. I did as I was told. I knew not to even dare to exhale my latest hit. I was starting to shake from the crystal and this hit was going to push me further than I had ever gone before. But, already cautious of Michael's temper, I couldn't dare exhale. I wrapped my lips around his cock, and let it invade my body once more. When it hit the back of my throat, I didn't hesitate, and kept right on swallowing it. "Right on, faggot. Worship that cock like you were born to." Michael flicked the torch again and sucked on the pipe. I wondered how he responded to crystal and what he had in store for me. I focused on his cock, now a hard shaft deep in my throat and dominating my thoughts. He sucked down on the pipe seemingly forever, but was only an average-sized hit. As he finished his hit, I also reached the point where I needed to breathe, and couldn't hold my hit any longer. I exhaled, and hoped that the size of the cloud would satisfy Michael. I kept my eyes tightly shut. I was terrified of seeing another thin wisp of weak smoke, because Michael would make me do another hit. That would be one hit too many for me. As I exhaled Michael said, "Finally, a real hit." I relaxed, glad that he was finally satisfied. He grabbed my head, pulling me off his cock, and on level with his mouth. He motioned for me to shotgun his hit: my optimism that he was done with me getting high dashed. I had no choice, and let him force his hit into me. It was another thick cloud, bigger than mine. When he released his lip-lock on me, there was still enough smoke to engulf both of us. As the smoke cleared, I saw he was still staring at me, his grey eyes scanning my face. I was immediately self-conscious. I was smacking my lips involuntarily from the drug, and I knew my cock had shrunk under the crystal's influence. "Fuck faggot, you're tweaked up," Michael said. "Now, let's see if you can get hard for me." He pushed me back on my knees. I waited, not sure what he wanted me to do. "Go ahead, play with yourself," he said. I reached down to my cock. As I suspected, the crystal had hit me hard and my cock was a soft and unresponsive lump. It felt good to be playing with it, but it remained limp and soft. "What's the matter, faggot? Scared by me?" Michael laughed. He ran his hand over his cock, taunting me with how hard and erect he was. "Get on the bed. Time for you to get fucked," he said. "Don't worry, cocksucker, you can still play with that tiny boy-clit of yours." When I got on the bed, I looked down. Under the influence of the tina, my cock had shrunk down, and was now just a flaccid, short stub of a man's cock. Michael calling it a boy-clit wasn't far from the truth. But, Under the influence of the tina, I was only worried about my hole and getting another load up there. "On you back, bitch," Michael ordered. "Legs up in the air for me." I did as I was told, lifting my legs up in the air, and exposing my already well-used hole to Michael. "Spread your cheeks for me." I did as I was told and reached down to pull my ass cheeks apart. I was totally exposed to Michael. I had given up any pretense of modesty and masculinity. If Michael had any doubts about his superior role and dominance over me, they were erased by my abject submission in showing him my wet and cummy hole. "Please, Sir, use my hole," I begged. "Fuck it hard." "Your hole?" Michael said, laughing. "No, faggot, that's my personal cunt now." He stuck a finger into his new toy. It slid in easily. Earlier it had been lubricated by some lube, but now it was primarily slicked up by the thick loads left behind by Sean, Jake and Eli. "Fuck, that's a scum-filled hole. How many loads up there, homo?" "Three, sir." I was surprised I was able to remember the number so quickly. I could hardly focus on more than just holding my butt cheeks apart. My mind was racing; I wanted to ride a cock; I wanted to stroke my flaccid little dick; I wanted to be a purely sexual being; and I wanted to satisfy all of my desires. "Dirty slut," he said. He pulled his finger out of my hole, and gave me a hard slap. He kneelt down, looked in his bag, and rummaged around for something. Finally, he found what he had been searching for, and stood back up. He had a small square package. "Gonna need this, I think." He held it up and in the light I could see it was a condom. "You don't need to use that, Sir," I said. "I don't care if you bareback me. And you can definitely cum in me, if you want, Sir." I couldn't believe that he was going to wear a rubber. He would be denying me the pleasure of his raw cock, not to mention wasting his precious toxic seed. "I want you to fuck me raw." "Oh, don't worry, cumbucket. This is about protecting me from you, not you from me." He held the small packet in front of me. Up close, I could see that the wrapper was riddled with small holes. He had repeatedly stuck a thumbtack or something through it. "Keeps my cock safe from all your filthy assjuices, but don't worry. You'll still get every drop of my rare and toxic dicksnot." He opened up the packet and pulled out the rubber. I couldn't see the holes in the thin sheath, but they were there. When Michael shot his load, it would flow out of the condom and into my hole. I wondered if he knew something I didn't: Jake, Sean, Eli, and certainly Nathan had all seemed very clean and healthy. But maybe they had something else? I had come to peace with the virus, maybe even needed it now. However, I hadn't thought about all the other germs out there. I twisted my head just enough to see him unroll the useless protection over his erect shaft. "Ready, faggot?" he asked, as he poured a few drops of lube on his now rubberized cock and rubbed it over the full length of his shaft. "Do you have to, Sir?" I asked. "I mean, with the rubber?" I didn't want to deal with a rubber-covered cock in my hole now. I had gotten so used to the intimacy and masculinity of raw fucking that going back would be difficult and almost wrong. Also in my mind was that if Michael couldn't feel how warm, wet, and human my hole was, he would never be able to see me as more than just a hole to fuck. "You like my cock, cocksucker?" he asked, grabbing it and shaking it a bit. "Yes, Sir. I do. I want to feel it in me. I want to make you feel good and get you off. I want your cock. I want every raw inch of it, Sir. I really want to feel it in me, nothing between us." "Right on, homo. And I like my cock as well. It gets me what I want: a bunch of pussy bottoms begging me to fuck them. I'm not going to risk something happening to it. Especially when I am sticking it in a dirty, hole like yours." He knelt back on the bed and lined his cockhead up with my hole, ready to penetrate me. As the taut rubber touched me, I tried my best not to recoil. "No, no, bitch," he said, as he grabbed my waist and held me in place. "You're going to take my cock like Nathan promised me you would." I fumbled about the bed with one hand, and found the bottle of poppers. I held it under my nose and inhaled deeply. As the warm tingle saturated my body, I was able to relax, and let Michael do whatever he wanted. It was not my place to demand anything from him. Possibly, even to make a request of him. It was my place to do what he wanted, and if he wanted to protect himself from the dangers of my unsafe sex practices, it was his right. I would be happy to get a load from him however he wanted to give it to me. Realizing what I was here for and helped by the waves of tina and poppers, I stopped trying to fight it and relaxed. Michael felt the change, and took the opportunity to insert his rubber-covered cock into my hole. I was happy to have something, anything, back in my hole. Even though I wanted the closeness of a raw cock, the rubberized shaft still helped scratch my itch. Although, I was starting to wonder about Michael. Did I really want to be closer to him? He seemed conflicted and troubled, from his t-shirt that read, "If it's not rape, it's not fun," to his obvious fear of skin-to-skin contact and what that could mean. If he had been inside me raw, I'd find out things about his sexuality and how he expressed it that I would prefer not to know. "There you go, cocktube. You've got a real man's cock inside you now." His cock wasn't nearly as big as Eli's, so it was easy for me to take him sliding the entire thing into me. When he hit the base, he paused for a second. "Take another hit of those poppers," he said. I did so, even before the first hit had taken full effect. The two hits re-enforced each other and together with the crystal, I stopped even caring about the rubber. I had finally found a comfortable headspace where I was happy that a man was fucking my ass, that he would eventually get off on my hole, and I would get his cum. I no longer cared that he thought of me as a little more than a receptacle for his wastes or that he barely touched me with his own skin. He just preferred to keep me isolated by layers of rubber and protection, and that was ok for me. Now that his cock had gotten all the way in, Michael leaned into me and pressed the full weight of his body against mine. He was pumping my hole hard and with each stroke forced the accumulated spooge ever deeper into my body. "Not a half bad ass, faggot. You might just be able to get me off," he said. I was doing my best to let his cock sink into me, but my body was rebelling against it. Suddenly, I hated the feel of the rubber against my hole. I still wasn't even sure if I wanted Michael inside of me, but if he was going to be fucking me, I didn't want his cock swathed and covered. Unlike the other three men this afternoon, it was impossible to create a connection with Michael. To him, I was just a hole and not even a human. This was just about him and his cock. It was about what would get him off and an important part of him getting off was to make me feel as small as possible. "Play with your clit for me, homo. I want to hear you moan," he said. As he spoke, my cock shrank even more. "Please sir, don't call it a clit," I asked. "It's my cock, Sir." Of all the things he had done so far, that was the most demeaning to me. Michael stopped fucking suddenly. He roughly pulled his cock out of my hole. "This, faggot, is a cock," he said, wielding it like a sword, ready to do battle with my ass. "It's long, it's hard, and it's thick. It's dripping pre-cum, and it's going to knock you up good." With his gloved hand, he grabbed my small, soft shaft, and pulled on it uselessly. "This, well, this is a boy-clit. Tiny, pink, soft, and useless. Like a little girl's clitoris. You know how a girl masturbates, homo?" I shook my head no. I was sorry I had asked him; feeling the rubber glove on my cock had only made everything far worse. "They just put a vibrator against their clit. Let's see if that works for you, faggot." The dildo from earlier was still on the bed. Michael grabbed it and, turning it on, pressed it against my soft and flaccid shaft. Simultaneously, he sank his hard cock back into my used hole. The two sensations shot through my body and I moaned uncontrollably. "See? Just like a girl." He pressed the buzzing dildo hard against my cock and continued to pound my hole just as hard. "It's your boy-clit. Maybe one day you'll get a real cock like mine. That is, if you're not dead from some disease first." I gave up, defeated. I couldn't tell Michael but the dildo against my cock felt amazing. Despite my soft state I was going to start to drip pre-cum soon if he kept it up. "You do it faggot," he said, handing me the toy. "I'm here to get off and maybe get you knocked up, not to rub your clit." I took the toy, and pressed it against my cock. As I rubbed it against my shaft and my balls, I was leaking pre-cum. "Yeah, faggot. You're getting all wet, aren't you? I can feel your dirty little cunt getting all moist. You wanna get knocked up, don't you?" "Please, Sir, I want it. Please, seed my cunt, Sir." I was thinking exactly the way that Michael wanted me to think. I was playing with my boy-clit while he was deep-fucking my cunt. I knew it wasn't what I wanted but he had gotten me into the headspace. "Fucking nasty faggot. Begging me to kill him," Michael said. "Your little boyfriend tell you all about my toxic seed?" "No Sir, he didn't." Nathan had told me nothing about the men, other than all of them were poz and some of them would want to party. With my free hand, I grabbed the poppers and did another hit. Michael smiled and waited for the poppers to hit me. "Fucking full-blown AIDS, faggot. I'm fucking AIDS cum into your dirty little cunt." As he said it, he slammed his cock into me particularly hard. I yelped a bit, not expecting the sudden forcefulness. "Right on, homo. When you start to hurt, that's when I start to have fun." He slammed into me again, the rubber tearing against my tender skin. I winced and took another hit from the bottle. "Are you on meds, Sir?" I asked, as I put the bottle back down. "Hell no. I'm not going to kill my beautiful virus. I want to pass it on, to good little fags like you." "How did you get it, Sir?" I continued. I wasn't sure if it was an appropriate question for Michael. He was guarded about certain parts of his life, even if it was masked by his arrogance. Before I could think about it much more, he slapped my face hard. The gloved hand was harsh against my skin. "Uppity cunt," he said. "But, to answer your question, fucking too many filthy faggot holes. Holes just like yours, cesspools of disease and depravity." He slammed his cock in again, hard, and I let go another with yelp of pain. He rubbed a gloved hand against my face where he had just slapped me. "Too much, homo?" he asked me. I was surprised he'd even ask me. It was out of character for him to offer me this kind of attention. "A bit, yes Sir." "Ahh. That's too bad. At least for you. Because it's hardly enough for me. And I need to get off." He grabbed my legs, and even though I was impaled on his cock, he managed to flip me over onto my knees. "Much better. I don't have to look at your face anymore, cocksucker. And I can fuck you even harder." He grabbed my hips with both hands, and pulled me back onto his cock. I grunted, and pressed the vibrator harder against my cock. "You're gonna get my virus, faggot. And you're going to beg for it, like the cockholster you are." "Please, Sir. Give it to me." If I begged like he asked, maybe he'd cum faster. "Fuck yeah, fuckhole. That's all that you're good for. Pleasuring a real man's cock. Taking my dirty dicksnot. Only reason you're here, faggot, and nothing else." Michael took a hand off my waist and rested it on my shoulder. He pressed down, forcing my face into the bed. "Take it, fuckhole. Take my hard, infected cock deep in your filthy hole." I hated that he was treating me like this; I was just a receptacle for his cock and his sperm. Before I could dwell on it too much, he thrust hard into my hole again, and I had to do my best to stifle the grunt of pain. "Quiet, faggot," he said. "Good cum buckets take what they are given. And you're a good cum bucket, aren't you?" "Yes Sir," I said, forced to speak into the bed. "Right on, faggot," he said. "You want to be just another cum bucket, don't you? Just like all your faggot friends?" "Yes Sir," I said again. I wanted another load of sperm fucked into my hole. If it required being just a tube for Michael, well, I was trying to convince myself that I wanted what Michael was telling me I should want. "Please, make me your cum hole." "Right on, faggot. Took you a while, but you're finally learning what you are," he said. He gave me another hard thrust and again, I yelped in pain. I had never bottomed for a top with a condom. Until now, the few times I had been a bottom, it had been for raw tops. I hadn't realized how much a condom could hurt the bottom. No matter what happened next, I made a silent vow that I'd never make a bottom take a covered cock again. "You ready for my load, hole?" "Of course Sir, I am. It's what I am here for." My ass had been rubbed raw from his pounding. I was needy, already craving another round of lubrication, even from a man like Michael. "Of course you are. Come on hole. What's your name again?” "Jason, Sir." Was I so unimportant to him that he had already forgotten my name? "No, Hole, that's not your name. Tell me your name, Hole." He emphasized "hole," and I knew what was expected of me. "Hole, Sir. I'm just here for your pleasure, just a cum hole for your pleasure. Something for you to fuck your load into." "Fucking right, cum hole. Going to blast a load of full-blown AIDS cum into you, slap a hazardous waste sticker on your ass, and forget you ever existed. At least until I'm horny again and need another dirty cumhole to unload in." He was pounding my ass hard now. Even though he was the smallest cock I had taken that afternoon, the rubber made it the most intense and painful fuck. I must have been grunting in pain, because Michael picked up on my discomfort. "Hurts, doesn't it, hole? And the rubber isn't even protecting you one bit. At least it protects me from what ever else you've picked up. But you know the irony of all this, Hole?" "No Sir," I said. His cock was still pistoning in and out of me, the rubber still tearing at my guts. "No matter how much cum you take from me, you won't ever be more than just a faggot cum dump for us real men. Toss me the poppers, faggot." I handed him the small brown bottle. "Time to inject you with something real. Get you filled with AIDS, hole. You ready to die?" "Please, Sir, Fill your hole with your poz cum," I moaned. Michael pulled all the way out. "No hole, it's not poz cum you're gonna get. What is it?" Suddenly empty, I realized how much succor I had derived from his cock, even as painful and unpleasant as it had been. I needed it back in me. I didn't know what he wanted me to say, either, which meant I wasn't going to get his tool either. "What am I going to give you, hole?" "AIDS, Sir," I said. "Fill me up with your AIDS jizz." It was the right answer; he forced his cock back into my ass, the rubber tearing up my ass even more. It felt like I was bleeding, it hurt so badly. This would feel so much better, be so much easier to take if there was just some additional lubrication. If the only alternative for me was his toxic AIDS cum, well, the entire point of this evening was to get as many different guys' sperm into my body as I could. "Of course I am, hole. That's all you're here for. To take a true man's sperm up your faggot cunt." He slapped me hard on the ass and slammed his cock deep inside me. "Too bad the best holes become contaminated. They all seem to die so quickly." "You like my hole, Sir?" I asked. I barely thought before I said it and immediately regretted it. I had been fighting to keep my identity as a person, not just something little more than a hole for his pleasure. My short utterance made it that much harder for me to think of myself as human. "It's just ok. A bit loose and sloppy, but still fuckable." Michael paused for a moment and inhaled from the bottle of poppers. "It's not a bad hole. You'll probably get a few guys wanting to fuck you. I'd probably fuck you again" He exhaled the hit, and paused while it took effect. "Getting close, here, hole. Ready for the kill shot?" "Yes, Sir. I want your seed." He handed me the poppers. He didn't need to tell me to do a hit. I held the bottle under my nose and inhaled. As the warm feeling of the popper high suffused my body, I expected my mind to start flying, chasing fleeting thoughts in a confused jumble of sex. Instead, I was totally focused on the hard cock sliding in and out of my abused hole. It was getting hard and was ready to shoot. I wondered if Michael's load would feel different. He had said several times that he wasn't just HIV-positive, but had full-blown AIDS. Michael didn't look particularly sick, but I had never seen him in good light. As his deadly cock pressed into me, getting ever closer to injecting its toxic payload, I wondered again if getting infected was really what I wanted. "Fuck yeah, hole. Gonna breed that faggot hole good. Get my hole all knocked up, watch this cum dump get all sick," Michael was muttering. I got scared. Now, for the first time, I didn't want to go through with the inevitable breeding. With Nathan, the sex was great and sharing his sperm at the end was a way to say how much I cared for him, and how much he cared for me. But with Michael, breeding was a way for him to get out his last bits of anger and establish his dominance. I tried to convince myself that it was his fear that was destroying his body, not the virus, but it was a difficult truth to believe. Maybe, hopefully, it was not the disease that was causing his anger; it sometimes affected the brain. "You ready hole?" he said, his cock hard and thick, deep in my hole. "Ready for my AIDS juice?" "Please, Sir, I'm not sure anymore." He shoved his cock hard into my hole. Tears came to my eyes from the intensity of the pounding. Finally, everything was too much: the fucking was too hard, the scene was too dehumanizing, and I no longer knew what I wanted. I gave up, losing all control over my emotions, and started to cry. He showed no mercy at all, not even indicating that he noticing the tears streaming down my face or my sobs. He continued to fuck my hole without slowing down; he may have even sped up when the tears started. "Please, Sir?" "Too late for you, cumhole," he said through clenched teeth. His cock thrust into me again and again, and it pulsed deep inside my body. He was cumming. Each drop of his deadly cock fluid spurted from his dick, flowing through the broken rubber, and straight into my body. Nothing was protecting me from him. "You're getting totally fucked now." My choices were final and there was no turning back. I had no idea of any other way to cope, so I took another hit from the poppers. The vapors went straight to my head; I was grateful for that. It made it easier to withstand Michael's assault on my ass and his injection of his deadly cum. "Please, Sir. Please," I murmured, through my tears. I was no longer sure if I was begging him to stop, to put me out of my misery, or to fuck me harder like a true cumhole deserved. It didn't matter; I was too confused and too beaten down to know or even care. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and cry. I wanted to run far away from here, before Nathan could see me like this, just a little faggot boy, in over his head and having second thoughts far too late to make any difference at all. "Fuck, that was good, cumhole. I needed that. Get to flush out all the virus from my balls and shoot right into your warm, raw, filthy fuckhole." He gave a few more thrusts into my hole and made sure that every drop of his seed was deep in me. Then he pulled out, the condom rubbing once more painfully against my tender flesh. "One last thing to make it complete, fucktoy," he said, giving me another hard slap on the ass with his gloved hand. I was still silently sobbing into the bed. The fuck session wasn't over yet, but I no longer cared. Michael reached into his bag, and pulled something out. "This might be a be icy. But your hot little hole should melt it soon enough. One last gift for you: a devil's dick made from my AIDS spooge. And maybe a special little something hidden in the middle for you." He paused for a moment. "Or maybe a big something. Had forgotten about this one." I had never heard of a Devil's Dick before. Before I could ask, there was a cold pressure against my hole and then an ice cube pressed into me. I gasped, but didn't, or couldn't, protest. Michael pushed it deeper in my hole. He then ran his gloved finger around my ass, getting it to close up around the icy thing that was now slowly melting within me. "There you go, cum bucket. Most of that's my spooge. But I think I've mixed a contribution from a few random guys in there as well. Not to mention that big chunk of tina right in the middle." The violation of my body was now complete. He had put his cock in my mouth and in my ass, gotten me high off the glass pipe, and was now leaving my hole filled with strangers' sperm and some more tina. I choked a bit on my tears and said what I knew I had to say. "Thank you, Sir." "Right on, faggot. Stay healthy," he said, laughing. "Well, try to stay healthy." He pulled on his clothes quickly as I stayed on the bed. Before he left, he slapped my ass one last time and stuck a sticker on it. He slammed the door behind him, finally leaving me alone, a huge load of his sperm in my ass and another hunk of crystal slowly seeping into my body. Once I heard him walk out the door and down the hallway, I got up far enough to peel the sticker off of my butt. Even in the dim light, it was easy to read. In the center was a big biohazard symbol and around the outside, text that read "WARNING: Medical Waste. Handle with Care." I wadded it up and threw it into a corner. Back on the bed, I grabbed a pillow and curled up. I thought the pillow might comfort me, but it was only a piece of fabric. I lay there, my tears still flowing, the silence of the room only interrupted by my sobs.