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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

Paul was twenty four years old. Korean dark hair. Brown eyes. He was 6’feet tall. Tone body. A flat ass, a 7 inch cock. His boyfriend of two years Chris. Blonde hair blue eyes. Swimmer’s build with a bubble butt and an 8 inch dick. Paul was in recovery for the last three and half years. Getting the help he needed from his addiction to meth. Paul and Chris met on a blind date set up by a mutual friend of theirs. And they hit it off right away. They started living together recently. Moving into an apartment complex. Their sex life was good. Paul being the top. And Chris being his bottom. Paul and Chris worked full time jobs. Paul also attended twelve step programs. Three doors down lived Wesley a stocky 53 year old man who loved to party and would love to party with Paul. After a great night of sex between Paul and Chris. Chris had flight in the morning for work. He would be gone for a week putting together a business deal. “I’m going to miss you, Chris.” “I hope the week flys bye.” “I’ll miss you more.” Chris said with a grin. Paul went about his day. Coming home. Paul runs into Wesley. “Hi Paul”. Wesley asked with a touch of lust in his voice. “Hey Wes.” Paul answered. “I’m having a few friends over on Friday night.” “If you want to come by for a little while you’re more than welcome.” “Chris to.” Though Wesley didn’t want the “All American jock.” Just Paul who was standing in front of him. “That’s nice of you Wesley.” “What time?” Wesley gave him the time. Paul let him know Chris would be out of town until Thursday. Friday came. Paul came around 830. Bringing a bottle of wine. Wesley let him with a big “Hello.” Wesley led Paul into the living room to Paul’s horror saw three guys in their mid 50’s smoking a pipe and rubbing each other’s cocks. “I got to go Wesley.” “I’m in recovery and this isn’t good for me to be here.” Wesley responded with “I understand.” “If you do decide you want to stay, I’ll put a stop to the smoking.” Without a word Paul left. He was tempted to just smoke. But nothing else just a couple of hits. It would be ok. Chris would never know. Paul went back to Wesley’s. “It couldn’t hurt if I have a hit or two.” Paul said. Wesley nodded in agreement. The three old men were still there. Paul took the first hit and it felt good. And then he took his second and third hits. Before he knew it he was high as a kite. Wesley made a move on him. By rubbing his shoulders. “Do you want some more?” Wesley asked.” “Yeah” Paul said. “Then if you want more, take off your shirt.” Paul so out of it did what he was told. One of the old men came over and gave Paul a pipe and he smoked it. While Wesley ran his hands over Paul’s body. Slowly undoing Paul’s belt and unbuttoning his jeans. “Stand up.” Wesley ordered. Paul stood up. “Take off your pants and underwear.” “I’ll give you more T.” Paul so high did it. Completely naked in front of four old men. Wesley told Paul to get on his knees which he did. Henry, the thin 58 year old put his cock into Paul’s mouth. “Start sucking it slut.” Paul did until Henry shot his load down the young man’s throat. Wesley bought Paul into his bedroom. Laying him down while the other two old men, Oliver a 55 year overweight man. And Doug a 52 year old razor thin man took turns climbing on top of Paul making him suck their cocks. In the meantime. Wesley was eating out Paul’s ass. Paul being so far gone was enjoying it. Forgetting about Chris. Wesley hard 6 and 1/2 inch cock was outside Paul’s ass, looking to get inside him. Wesley took it slow. Waiting so long to fuck him. He went inside Paul’s ass and started fucking him. The three other men were smoking and jerking their cocks. Wesley kept going in and out. Deciding to cum deep inside the young man. Paul himself was stroking his cock and Wesley said. “Shit I’m cumming inside you!” Paul shot his load. once Wesley pulled out the other three men took turns fucking him. The next morning. Paul woke up and with guilt and horror got dressed and went back to his apartment. “What the fuck did I do?” Paul said. “Chris is going to kill me.” Wesley came over to Paul’s with some more T. He knew that Paul would smoke more to forget about what happened. ”Paul, it’s ok.” “You relapsed.” “It happens.” I also had sex with you and three other guys.” “I cheated on my boyfriend.” “How can I face him?” Wesley then took out the pipe and handed it to Paul. He took it and started to smoke. “That’s it Paul.” “ Just relax.” Wesley said while getting undressed. Now completely naked with his stocky body and hard dick. He placed his cock into Paul’s mouth who starts sucking it. “Ahhh” Wesley moaned. Enjoying having his dick sucked. He took it out of Paul’s mouth and kissed him. “Get naked Paul.” “I wanna fuck that Asian ass again.” Paul who was once again high got naked and took Wesley to his bedroom in which Wesley fucked the young man for several hours. And continued to fuck him when Chris called him. “I’m fine, babe.” Paul said while Wesley kept on fucking him. “Love you too.” Paul said. Wesley shot his load deep inside Paul. Then kissed him. Wesley got up to get his phone and came back. “I invited a few other guys to come here and fuck you.” “You don’t mind, do you?” Wesley asked. Paul nodded in agreement. four old men were let in by Wesley. They were high when they got there and would continue at Paul’s place. Each guy took turns. Hank a 67 year old man with a beer belly and gray hair went first. Shot his load in the young man. Bert a lanky man 61 years old also lusted after Paul and now was going to have him. “You’re finally taking my dick up your ass, you cheating slut.” Bert said. Bert shot his load into Paul’s ass. Next was Frank. He was 64 years old overweight and soft spoken. He also liked to record fucking younger guys bareback and putting the videos up on adult websites. Last was Luke. Thin, Latino. 61 years old. Fucking Paul was great! Luke shot his load into the young man. Frank recorded Luke fucking Paul and then Wesley fucking Paul one more time. Frank uploaded the video. Unfortunately for Paul. Chris loved old guys barebacking young guys and when he saw Paul being fucked. He left Paul, who in turned stayed a bottom slut for Wesley and his friends.

I have heard from several friends who went through this that your tolerance does "re-set" but not all the way to zero @JeffPigDadd, yes, starting up again does hit hard and no you don't start off with your former tolerance, but you also don't go all the way back to the way you were before you first started. You'll always have more tolerance than a complete newbie...

Pt.2 I draw my shirt closed as a sudden wave of sobriety washes over me. "Wh..what're you doing here?" I can feel everything already collapsing around me. My credibility. My position. My whole fucking life. Sure I've fucked around but it's always been strange cock. No one knows what I'm like, what I like. "Don't be like that." His voice is level, calm and easy. "What does anyone come here for?" He extends a hand. "Get up for fuck's sake." I take the offer and clamber to my feet. I slowly dress fully attempting to come to terms with everything. Totally aware of his watching me the entire time I have so many conflicting ideas screaming for attention. Oh god he knows! What will everyone think? Will he ever let it slip? He came here to fuck! He obviously knows this place. He. Came. Here. To. Fuck! "Um, Sean?" It's the first time either of us has spoken in a few minutes. "Yeesss." There is an amused edge to his drawn out response. "Do you want." "Not here. Not now." His response is sharp and cuts me off completely. This is a side I've never seen of Sean. He's normally so mellow, almost too relaxed and this is almost as shocking as his appearance. "We'll go to mine, its closer." There is no room for contradiction and his tone is such that I simply nod and begin to follow as he walks. His pace is brisk and I attempt to keep up but it is clear he wants to be ahead of me. With just this action he is already telling me my place. There is no conversation as we walk. I am left with my mind still reeling from the turn the night has taken. I am still tender from being fucked so hard and the euphoria of that has been replaced by a knot deep inside. What the fuck is going on here? After walking for about twenty minutes he guides me into the lobby of a well appointed apartment building and leads me to an elevator which we ride in silence. It seems only a moment later that the doors slide open and we step out and he leads the way to one of only two doors in the corridor we find ourselves in. Sean deftly unlocks and swings the door open and beckons me inside. I step through the door and only have a brief glimpse of the sleek interior before I am shoved against the wall. The shock causes me to tense and freeze making it easy for Sean to mash his lips against mine. The kiss is strong and passionate and after the last hour of my life completely unexpected. My brain can't process these changes of gear and I just stand there offering no resistance and only responding in the most basic sense. Eventually Sean pulls away and affectionately taps my cheek then steps away with a smile plastered across his face. "Fuck man, if I'd known you were a proper cumdump I would have had you here ages ago." I am still spectacularly failing to process things and I stand there panting from the kiss staring like an idiot. He chuckles at my predicament and leans against the opposite wall to the short entranceway. "No really, I wish I had known about you a few years ago when I joined the team." He appraises me for a few seconds and then claps his hands together. "Oh well, can't dwell on that. Now strip!" I finally find my voice. "Now wait a minute.." I begin to protest but he raises a single finger and my voice falters. "Look," Sean continues, "You have got a choice here. We both know what we were in the park for, and I definitely know what you were upto. So we can carry on with each other here or, if you really want, you can leave." I glance at the door unconsciously and he keeps on. "If you leave nothing will ever, ever, happen between us. Even if we stumble across each other like tonight. End of story." I just look at my feet unable to maintain his gaze. Fucking hell he has me chastised like I've been sent to detention. But I can't break his sway. "If you stay I promise it'll be a night of firsts for you, and hopefully the first night of many. Before you decide you need a fucking shower. So strip." I raise my eyes and nod slightly as I finally bring myself to meet his stare. I reach up and fumble with my shirt buttons and slip my it off. Sean takes it from my hand allowing me to kick my shoes off. I then undo my jeans and push them down to the floor and step out of them. Awkwardly I ball my socks and stand before him completely naked. Even though I know what he has seen of me I cannot stop the blush that spreads across my skin, or maybe its precisely because of that. I look down again and realise that my jeans are filthy from my earlier adventures. Sean laughs as he notices where I am looking. "See. I said you needed to wash up you dirty fuck." That breaks some of the tension that has been skyrocketing within me and I laugh a little too. I am still self conscious but this seems more like the Sean I know. "Look," he grabs up my clothes, "I can chuck these on a quick wash while you take a long one. I promise they'll be here if you want to leave." He motions to a side table just along the wall from where we stand. "The bathroom is just there so use it as long as you need to." He points across the open plan living room to a door in a slight recess. "And, if you want. My bedroom is over there. When you are ready that's where I'll be waiting." He moves in front of me again and softly kisses me once more adding, "Seriously though, don't think about things too long." With this he pushes me towards the bathroom door and I drag my feet as I make my way across the apartment. The bathroom is amazing. A wet room really, a sunken tub featured in one corner with a shower point positioned next to it. Next to the door was a rail, heated I presumed, already draped with several thick luxurious towels. Not for the first time I wonder how the hell Sean has this place. Pulling the door closed behind me I hear the low murmur of a hidden extractor unit seemingly an automatic feature. I step over to the sink pedestal and look into the mirror positioned above it. I half expect a strangers face, but no it's definitely me. My hair dishevelled and my cheek still streaked with dirt I ask myself. "Well, which is it?" I tell myself I'm still not sure but I'm pretty sure this path was set some time ago, I just didn't know I was walking it. I walk over to the shower and turn the control. I am cascaded by warm soothing water from above instantly and I immediately forget about everything else. This feels so good. I guess I hadn't truly noticed just how much the tension had built up in such a short time. The water is very relaxing and as I unwind so my mind wanders over the events of the night. Especially the latter half. Not just sucking and getting fucked. Being a total fucking slut in such a public place and revelling in it. As I think about it my body responds in kind and my cock rises. I slowly begin to stroke myself without even thinking about it and within about a minute I am wanking hard and panting under the streaming shower head. It's not enough and I reach behind myself and begin to tease and finger my still puffy and slick anus which has me gasping in seconds. I sink to my knees on the tiles and can feel myself moments away from orgasm. I force myself to stop. Shaking my head and raising my face to let the water wash over me. Is this really going to happen? I shut off the water and grab a towel a few vigorous rubs over my head and around my body and I am merely damp. I drop that towel to the floor and grab another which I secure around my waist. I step out of the wet room and look around. I momentarily consider my clothes, but instead I start walking towards the door Sean had pointed out before. The one where he said he'd be waiting. I tell myself I just want to settle a few things, to talk, as I reach out for the handle and step into the low lit room beyond. Sean, true to his word, is waiting all right. As I step into the room I take in everything at once. The lighting is low and pink giving everything an otherworldly feel and the only true colour is coming from the glow of the large screen which is currently displaying a hard-core and very energetic porn compilation covered by a low dance beat. There is the very recognisable aroma of poppers in the room and as I look at the large bed that dominates the room it's obvious how Sean has occupied himself waiting. He is naked. Such a simple sentence doesn't quite seem like it does any justice to the scene; but then I don't think there is a living lyricist who could convey things any better. Sean, a man I had definitely had thoughts about yet always considered out of reach or off-limits, is laying naked on a bed in front of me. His very hard cock is pointing, no jutting, up from his body as his fingers lightly stroke up and down the slick length. He has obviously used some lotion to keep his touches light and make those fingertips glide over himself. On the table next to him is an open bottle, I can't see the type but it explains the scent in the air. And then I see his face. He is looking right at me. Right fucking through me. That stare is pure lust and that cock oh my god, I was going to do something, say something, wasn't I? My cock has sprung up, the sight before me has robbed me of any other intention. I drop the towel from my waist and step up to the bed. Dropping to my knees by the side and looking up at him I simply ask, "May I." As I look at his sexy, greasy, oh so tasty looking fuckmeat. "Go ahead." He groans a hoarse, horny whisper of a response but it's all I need. I lean in and slide my lips as far down that shaft as I can in one go and start showing him what a good cocksucker I can be when motivated. The groan of lust he gives off as I make contact with his flesh by enveloping his cockhead with my lips spurs me to prove to him I was worth waiting for. His hands find my head and he guides me, up and down, then holding me all the way down. I am no virgin and this is exactly what I've wanted and never imagined would happen. So I take him all the way, and let my tongue tease around him as my shallow breathing allows me to keep him in me. Deep where he wants to be. He tenses his hips and I feel his cock flexing at the back of my throat. He isn't cumming, at least not yet, he is just showing me how he likes it. I moan around his cock to let him know how much I love it. How much I want to soak his dick and make sure he's very hard and very wet. He lifts my head and pulls me up to kiss me. It's deep and passionate and I am pretty much melting for this man when he spins me away pushes me face down then pulls my hips up. I am left breathless by the suddenness but I rock my hips and push my arse back for him. "I knew you'd end up in here." Sean says matter-of-factly. "Once I saw the real you I knew it." "Oh really?" I try to be flirtatious but we're so far beyond that now I don't know if it achieves anything. "I am also going to tell you a few other truths you fucking slut." Both of Sean's hands slap down on my arsecheeks firmly at this and he grips me and spreads me. I can feel the heat of the tip of his cock positioning at my opening and I am oh so ready for it. "Firstly you chose to come in here and I am going to fuck your slut cunt very hard." "Promises promises" I almost purr flexing my hips causing the head of his slick cock to slide across my hole. "Second, there is no way you are leaving this room until at least one of my loads is deep up inside you." "Sounds good to me." I am writhing under his firm grip and the proximity of his prick is making me desperate for all of it. "Thirdly, I've already seen what a slut you are so I know how much you want my poz cock in you." "Wait...wha." And just like that he is balls deep in me.

So I’ve been chatting with @DJ2023 for a while now and today he paid me a visit. Thank you @DJ2023 had a great time and loved having your fist in me. Thanks also for squirting 8 loads into me that I had saved and defrosted from the freezer and then fisting them in deeper oink 👊👿🍆💦🐽👅🐷 Hope to meet up again.

I’m 65 my bf of 7 years is 25. I get daddies to breed him and he brings home boys for me to breed. A prefect relationship. Oink oink

The thumping music was doing nothing to settle my mood. I nodded across the table at my colleagues giving all the non verbals to show I was still engaged in the non-existent conversation. Why had I agreed to come out? A works do for someone moving departments seemed so unnecessary. They weren't leaving; for fuck's sake we'd all see each other tomorrow albeit in passing. I had initially resisted the invitation being as I was nearly 20 years older than a few of the team but they had cajoled that I was, after all, their supervisor and I relented. It didn't help that I would often joke that being 40 wasn't at all passed it. That was always going to come back at me. So here I was. Feeling the effects of the few drinks I had quickly downed believing it would make me more sociable. Instead my head was thrumming from the music being blasted through the pub. OK it wasn't all bad. I did actually like my team and I would miss working alongside Sean, but he definitely deserved the promotion. It was a shame that such a hottie was leaving my section; not that I would ever mix work and play. Still I had plenty of eyecandy to let my eyes wander over as the drinks continued flowing. A packed bar on a Friday night is always good to get the imagination going, even if there's no intention of following through on anything. The positions around the table changed as more drinks flowed. Conversations, such as they were, merged into one another. TV, sport, politics (yawn), work (inevitable), gardening (where did that come from?), bitching about work. Laughing at those returning from the bar as they tried to pick up the threads they thought were still ongoing. Maybe I was actually enjoying myself. I end up sitting next to Sean and just chatting. Because of the volume we would frequently lean in to make ourselves heard and I, more than once, was very glad the lighting was also low so no-one would notice the flush to my face each time he would lean in to say something in my ear. Or maybe they would think it was the drink? Fuck I could feel my cock rise in my jeans just from being this close. No way was I standing up until this goes down. Why did he have to be so god-damn hot? All things move on and the music lowered and the glasses emptied and finally from the bar the call of, "Time!" We all say our goodbyes, some wander off in search of late-night food, some climb into taxis. I start to walk away. "James!" I look back and see Sean waving as he jogs to catch up. "Walking?" I try not to state the obvious and smile slightly drunkenly. "Yeah, just going to walk off some of the booze. Get some air." "Good idea," Sean grins as he matches step with me, "I was heading this way anyway." Heading away from the bar through the city centre we chat a meaningless ramble that is completely fuelled by our drinking, but it's easy and pleasant and all too soon we reach the divide to our paths. "It's been good." Sean starts and I reach out to shake his hand. He clasps my hand but then, to my surprise, pulls me into a hug. As he grips me I feel my body start to respond with the blood I desperately need for thought flowing straight to my dick. I break the hug hoping that nothing has been noticed but Sean is grinning massively as he steps away, and waves as he starts heading off. Embarrassed but undeniably horny I continue my own journey along the opposite road. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" I think to myself as I walk. He clearly felt my hardon and it must have been obvious as to the cause. And then? He just walks off, why hug me? Dammit I need to sober up more and deal with anything tomorrow. No. Or. Fuck it, I'm still drunk enough to be stupid and horny enough to need to be. I begin to alter my route and head through one of the city center parks that just happens to be, more or less, on my way home. I know these paths very well having walked them numerous times before and always with the same purpose in mind. Before too long I am heading along a darkened pathway with bushes all along one side that separate the city from the green expanse of the park that stretches away into the night. Following this path leads to a small rise given over to a small wooded area. Benches line the walkway to give daytime lunch-goers a brief natural respite from the many surrounding office buildings. At night however this area has an altogether different reputation. As I get closer small clusters of trees dot the approach to the woods and I can already see shadows of people among the trees. One or two sat on benches watching with interest. A few moans drift through the night and, if you were to listen intently, you can make out the soft slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh. These sounds alone would have me desperate to make noises of my own, but half-cut and half-hard as I was when entered the park I feel my horniness ramp up to 11. I absentmindedly rub my cock through my jeans as I reach the treeline and step into to natural darkroom the local council so thoughtfully provided. After a few moments to allow me to get my bearings I carefully pick my way through the darkened grove toward what I know to be the popular hollows. I pass one couple already engaged and watch for a few moments as one kneels and hungrily devours the cock of the man in front of him, smiling to myself I move on recognising that they are quite content in each other's company. Not too much further on I see a guy leaning back against a tree, cock in hand, stroking slowly but firmly. I guess him to be mid-twenties, slim and wearing a tracksuit the bottoms of which are pushed to mid thigh. Definitely a good start. I approach and as he looks at me he shakes his cock a little as an invitation I cannot refuse. Now right in front of him I reach out and take hold of his cock at which point his hands fall to his sides happy to let me take over for him. I start by slowly feeling him all over. A good, solid seven inches. Nice foreskin to slide back and forth teasing that cockhead making a dewdrop of precum bead on his piss-slit. I lick my lips and drop to my knees. At this my new acquaintance rests his hand on my shoulders as I lean in and begin to lick and kiss his shaft. Working my lips up to the tip where I lap at the precum and slide the head between my lips as I slide him deep into my mouth. I run my tongue around him as I push myself all the way down onto his dick wanting him to recognise the need in me. He grunts appreciatively and rocks his hips while his hands grip my shoulders a little more firmly. Working together, me bobbing my head whilst he begins a slow fucking motion, it isn't long before that dick is nice and slick with my spit and I am moaning in cocksucker joy. After a few minutes of lovingly sucking this sweet dick I slide my mouth off and, while sliding my hand up and down him to keep him on the boil, gasp up at him. "You want to fuck?" There really is no need for small talk in a place like this. He looks down and shakes his head. "Nah man, I don't fuck. You want me to cum in your mouth that's fine but I'm not after anything else." I can't pretend I'm not a little disappointed but I simply say, "Shame." Then I slide him back into my mouth and go to work bringing him off with every trick I know. I squeeze and release the base of his shaft as I suck and lap around his cockhead. Flicking my tongue over his pisshole then deep-throating him again. I reach around and massage his tight arse cheeks and run my hands over his, admittedly very nice, body. All of this has him moaning and I can feel the slow rocking motion he started with pick up pace. Now as I suck and wank his soaking dick he is fucking my face. His fingers clenching and unclenching as he starts to lose control. "Unh Fuck!" He groans as he throws his head back. His cock pulses and I slide my lips down to the very tip wanting to catch this load all across my tongue. I time it well and receive a hot mouthful on the first spurt, then two smaller bursts of sperm splash into me. I slide him back deep into my mouth coating his cock with his load and then sucking hard I lick that cum back from him and make a show of swallowing it all down as I look up at him. "Damn!" He is panting and pulling up his trakkie bottoms. "That was fucking awesome!" He smiles and steps away. I stay on my knees as he disappears into the darkness. I can feel my own cock throbbing in my jeans. Fuck I definitely need more. Savouring the flavour of the load still coating the inside of my mouth I stand and begin the search for another cock. I still have a decent buzz from the earlier drinks and that is definitely tamping down any inhibitions I might otherwise have. I decide to take my direction from the guy who's spunk I can still detect a lingering taste of. I find a corner and lower my jeans; I very often go commando and tonight is no exception. I pause at my knees and then think, "Fuck it!" I push them all the way down. I grip my cock and start a long slow stroke as I do I put my other hand out in front of me and grab onto a low branch of the tree I am next to. This makes me lean forward and push my backside out as an open invitation to, well, anyone that catches me in this position. For a minute I am caught up in the pleasure I'm bringing myself and I stop concentrating on my surroundings, long enough for me to not notice as someone steps up. The first thing I know for sure is the strange hand exploring my arse. I gasp at the surprise and let go of my now very hard dick reaching to place both hands on the tree leaving myself completely vulnerable. Somehow I manage not to look around telling myself this is exactly what I wanted to happen. "Nice." The whisper behind me gives nothing away other than its a man. I have no picture in my head of his age. All I know is that I offered myself up and he has stepped up to the table. I feel slightly roughened hands run over both my cheeks. They knead and rub and spread me wide. Then I feel hot breath on my hole and I moan in absolute pleasure. Also I say a silent thank you to my sober self for showering very thoroughly earlier clearly knowing what drunk me is like. The first press of his tongue on my hole is like electricity. I cannot help but groan aloud and press myself backwards onto the searching tongue. Firm hands grip my arse and spread me wide and a voice from behind tells me to, "Push down. Open that hole for me." Like an instinct I just follow the command and I push. Heat and pressure have me grunting in the darkness. This man who I still have no idea about is alternating between shoving his tongue up me and then sucking hard at my hole. I can feel myself opening wider by degrees and the pure joy at the feelings is intense. Before too much time has passed I am panting as though riding the edge of an orgasm I just cannot achieve. My cock is leaking and my body is quivering, but despite the intensity of the feeling I am never allowed to crest. Clearly the man behind me is a maestro and I am more than happy to be his instrument of choice. I cannot even verbalise how good I am feeling. I am simply holding on to the tree and letting my body become his. He tongues me, and laps at me, and sucks hard at my opening. Then I feel fingers slide into me, probing and spreading me more. A slow and constant fuck motion that is pressing my buttons even more than the rim job I had just been subjected to. "Not bad boy. Three fingers all the way in first go." I manage to find my voice and stammer between my gasps, "Unh...it..its ahhh....definitely not, ohmygod!...Not my...fuuuuck...First time." "Good boy. Breaking in newbies always takes too much time. Guess there's no need to hold back then." I shudder at the implication there but I still hold position. I hear him rise and then feel a blunt pressure against my slick and open arsehole. He takes hold of my waist, shoves forward and I grit my teeth and hiss expecting at least the burn of first penetration. Instead my breath becomes a very drawn out and laboured moan as my hole, so expertly opened, becomes his cunt to use. A brief thought crosses my mind about protection, but drunk me is in charge now and he is basically doing a little dance with his fingers in his ears going, "lalalalala I can't hear you...just enjoy it slut!" My eyes roll back and I push hard onto the strange cock that has just been given free reign to do whatever it wants to me. He starts a slow and steady pumping rhythm. Holding my waist tight, fingers digging into my sides to let me know he has control. I am open but he is thick and I feel every thrust. Because of the angle his cock is pressing harder against my front inner walls and he is grinding it with every shove as he fucks me. And this is a fuck. This is all about cock and hole. Shoving inside and taking pleasure. He is making breathy noises as he slaps his hips to mine, driving that thick fuck tool in and out of me and I, in turn, am panting as I hold on and try to take it like a true slut. Apart from a few moaned fuck yeahs and take its the sex is all soundtracked by the sound of his flesh hitting mine and my wet hole accepting his cock in a quickening pace. After the amazing rimming I had received this sudden fucking again has me closing in on a climax I so desperately need but can't quite reach. I meet his thrusts and we speed up together. Moving just enough to keep his cock in me but fast enough that we are slamming against each other. I can just imagine how far away we can be heard in the night air and that thought makes my cock lurch and my arsehole clench around his invading dick. Squeezing my hole down on him like that makes him dig his fingers into my sides very hard. He is definitely leaving his mark on me. He grunts and almost collapses over my back and I feel him shaking and moaning, his hot breath raking my ear as his orgasm consumes him. I feel his body tense and relax, his cock following suit inside me and I know his cum is flowing into me. I relax my grip on the tree, and swallow a few deep breaths. Fuck that felt so good. It takes a good few seconds to compose ourselves. He slides his wilting cock from my now dripping cunt and softly pats my arsecheek. "Damn good fuck boy." I start to stand but his hand presses more firmly. "You stay where you are. Don't you move 'till I'm gone." I don't know why but I just nod and mumble, "yessir." "I knew you'd be a good boy." A single affectionate pat on my naked skin is all I feel to let me know he is leaving. I hear his footfalls get quieter and yet I remain. Half naked and cum soaking into me, waiting for whatever the night will bring. After only a few moments I decide to relieve some of my horniness and I slide to my knees on the cool earth. With my legs wide apart I take hold of my dick and start to wank. Enjoying the night air I throw caution to the wind and undo my shirt allowing it to slip from my shoulders and onto the floor behind me. Now, to all intents and purposes, naked I start to masturbate freely. As my hand massages my swollen cock I slide my other hand between my legs and begin to finger my cum slicked hole, occasionally reaching up to suck the recently deposited sperm into my eager mouth. I feel like such a slut, knowing that it's a massive risk but not caring at all. I want to be found, naked and panting as I wank and finger fuck my soaking fuckhole. "You dirty cunt!" Although startled by the voice I am too far gone and cannot stop pumping my fingers up my arse while wanking hard. As the owner of the voice steps in front of me it's too much and my cum shoots from the tip of my cock, over my fingers and onto the ground. Looking up at the guy whose appearance just caused my balls to unload and I see a young guy. Cute face and decent build wearing jeans and a t-shirt and very clearly rubbing his growing bulge as he looks down on me. Still in a lust driven trance I raise my hand and lick up the cum that spilled across my hand never breaking eye-contact. I don't know what's happening to me. Maybe it's the location, maybe it's the earlier drinks, or maybe I'm letting out my inner slut in a way I never have. Usually once I cum I get self conscious and need to withdraw by myself. Now, I remain kneeling and sucking my fingers to relish the spermy flavour. My cock remains half hard as it becomes obvious that I need so much more than just a single release. The guy in front of me tugs at his jeans and pulls out his own hard cock and pulls the foreskin back showing off the flared tip. I lick my lips and lean in to take this delicious looking tool in my oh so hungry mouth but he pulls back and chuckles. "Uh-uh! Not so fast faggot. You have to earn this cock." I stared dumbly up at him, I must look completely fucking desperate. Kneeling before him stripped with my cock still dripping from my recent ejaculation. My mouth wordlessly opening and closing as I try to process this. "What do I do?" It's the only thing I can ask, and right now I'm prepared to do anything for this rigid dick pointing at my face. "Yeah, you really want this cock don't you faggot?" "P..please.." Fuck! I am desperate. "You'll do anything to get it right?" I just nod up at him "That's what I thought." As he says this I can see him tense. He grunts a little then his cock jumps and the hot spray hits me square in the face soaking me. He directs his cock hosing me down with his powerful stream of piss. Showering me from my head down my chest and back up. "Open wide faggot." I follow his instruction without thinking and my mouth is flooded with the hot cascade. "Drink it down you dirty cunt." I let my mouth fill and swallow closing my lips to do so. This causes the jet to splash all over my face. The taste isn't strong, kind of sweet and salty at the same time. Not like I imagined and I gulp what I can down before his tanks empty. Partly I want to show this guy how willing I am, but also because I have just discovered a new thing I like. He quickly shakes his cock and the last drops of piss splash across my cheek and he just laughs. "Fair play faggot. That was hot. Now. Turn around and push that pussy my way." I do as he tells me and, on my hands and knees, I push my arse out for his use. There is no build up, no ceremony to this coupling. He quickly kneels behind me, lines his cock up and shoves all the way in. "Fuuuuck yessss!" I moan into the night air. Balls deep and hitting all the right spots, he grinds inside then slides all the way out. I feel the cool air brush my hole for a second before he slams right back inside making my whole body lurch forward. I tense my arms and push back knowing he is intending to give me a workout. I am not wrong. He slam fucks me hard and fast. Long dicking my cunt for all he is worth. I push back hard, tensing myself to take the pounding of a lifetime. There is simply no way I can keep quiet and I am soon shouting out in pleasure as his cock forces my body to convulse. I am literally shaking all over as he relentlessly fucks me. I have completely forgotten how public we are and I am begging him for his cum while he takes total possession of me. I have no idea how long this lasted. It could have been five minutes or thirty. My mind was gone. Just gone. My face is in the dirt as I try to push my arse up for him. With a gutteral shout he shoves deep. Once. Twice. Then holds himself all the way in me as his body shudders in climax. "Fucking hell." I couldn't agree more but I am in no state to respond. I sigh a little as he withdraws and my efforts to push myself up only result in me rolling onto my back under the trees. I watch him as he makes himself decent and starts to walk away. He pauses and looks back. "Nice one faggot." And he's gone. After a few panting minutes I attempt to recover myself. At least the air has mostly dried me now, although I still unmistakably smell of piss and spunk. As I rise to my knees and begin to pull on my shirt a voice comes out of the dark. "That was quite a fucking show. I wish I'd headed this way earlier." Fuck. I know that voice. It's Sean.

Please don't read this part of the story if stealthing offends you. It's inclusion in this story is by no means an endorsement of the practice in real life. This is fiction. I decided to take Knightfalconer's challenge and confess it's fun to write. I hope some of you enjoy. ============================= It was on that flight I joined ‘the mile high club.’ My window seat was at the back of the plane. A handsome very fit uniformed pilot was jumping a free ride. He sat beside me, and the isle seat was empty. The airline attendance, male and female were very attentive to him bringing me free drinks every time they served him. By halfway through the trip, I had a nice buzz. So did he by the slight slur that developed in our comfortable banter. It wasn’t blatantly obvious, but I began to suspect he might be gay. Then his hand landed on my thigh and any doubt in my mind disappeared with the smile on his face when I didn't protest. His eyes motioned toward his crotch. I checked to make sure no one was aroun, reached over and fondled the crotch of his uniform pants. Sure enough he was packing a big one and it was definitely ‘glad to see me.’ We arranged jackets over our laps and fished out each others’ erections. For the next ten minutes we gave each other hand jobs. He didn’t even remove his hand from my cock when the next attendant came along to offer us chips and more rum and coke. When he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Top or bottom?” shivers shot down my spine. When the coast was clear he whispered again. “Follow me.” We squeezed into the bathroom and locked the door. He kissed me passionately and told me to turn around. I was dropping my jeans as I turned and bent. I could hear him opening a condom. The packet was between his teeth when I looked back. I took it out of his mouth shaking my head. He frowned, “I’m married, I can’t risk it.” “You want this ass, you will.” He reached down and stuck a finger in me. “Fuck man, you’re already loaded.” Surprise in his voice. “Two loads.” I beamed. “Then I really can’t risk it. Give me that condom.” I don’t know how in that small space I managed but I turned dropped and inhaled his seven and a half inches. He softly moaned and I serviced him for the next five minutes. As he lifted me, he said, “I’m close.” He spun me and once again I bent. I assumed he was going to cum on my ass, but he was cumming as he pushed inside. He pushed deeper into me with each of his seven powerful blasts. It wasn’t until we had quickly rearranged our clothes and got back into our seats that he whispered, “I had to take the risk. The moment I felt your sloppy ass I couldn’t pass up feeling my raw cock in there. Fuck I haven’t cum like that in years.” Jackets once again concealed our laps. I had actually dropped my pants, and for the rest of the flight he fingered my sloppy hole discretely sucking or feeding me the mix of cum and ass juices. As we deplaned he promised he and a buddy would visit me at the hotel during the week. I reminded him, “No condoms.” He just winked. The hotel limo driver must have like what he saw. Once again, I found myself parked behind a strip mall. There was far more room in this vehicle. Both of us naked and ready to go he asked, “Condom or bare?” Interesting he didn’t ask if I was a bottom. “Raw man, breed me.” He needed no further encouragement. The naked bellhop gave me a tour of the hotel, secluded courtyard, pool, and workout room before taking me to my room. When I went to fish out a tip he boldly told me; “I’d prefer the tip of your cock.” I had already pulled off my shirt so dropped and stepped out of my jeans. His lips were around my hardening cock in no time. As he sucked one of his fingers found my slippery hole. He stood, opened the bedside table drawer and bent over the bed. I saw the condoms in the drawer. As I stepped forward and spread his cheeks I said, “I don’t use those dreadful things.” “That’s obvious. I was just finishing the tour. Making sure you knew all the amenities our hotel offers.” I crouched down and moved my mouth to his ass. I sensed a welcome smell and my tongue confirmed, cum. “Mmmmmm, I see you’ve already got a tip.” “Three actually, two of the five guests went for the condoms.” As I was sliding into his sloppy hole; “I’m poz, should I pull out before I cum.” “Of course not!” “I’ve just converted and I’m not on meds.” As his ass started to rock on my ball’s deep boner, “Great! A higher tip.” I leaned into pistoning, “So you’re poz to?” “Working here with my ass, I was stealthed three years ago. It was just a matter of time.” “Stealthed? You’re not mad?” “Fuck no, I love it raw. Like I said, I knew it was just a matter of time.” His was the first ass I pumped my toxic load into. My orgasm was amazing. As the week progressed I spent most of my time naked around the pool with all the other gorgeous men. It became common knowledge that I was a bareback cum slut bottom and I was often invited into guys rooms for one on one, two on one (me), or raw orgies. I was being bred six to ten times per day. I was particularly attracted to a blond twenty something gym bunny hunk with a stunning Californian tan, a scorpion tattoo on his groin and a biohazard tattoo at the top of his spine. We had sex many times, just the two of us and often with groups. He spent my second night in my room, so we had lots of time to talk. He was so easy going I knew I could ask him anything. Yes, he was toxic and not on meds. The biohazard tattoo was not false advertising. Yes, he had knocked up about a dozen other guys. Five of those he had stealthed. He loved sneaking the condom off mid fuck. Two had caught him but decided to let him finish anyway. One had caught him, insisted he put a new one on and was livid when he’d got that off too and blasted inside. One of the remaining he told after the fact. That guy had been mortified and confronted him at a club on the dance floor when he was diagnosed poz. The last seemed clueless and was mystified when he took sick. I told him I knew I shouldn’t but found his stories incredibly hot. He egged me on to try it. I was adamant, there was no way I’d do that to an unsuspecting guy. He kept reminding me I’d let Peter. I said that was different. On the Thursday night a group of us went out to a gay bar with a great dance floor. Everyone danced shirtless, a few guys only wore jock straps. My tattooed friend was the first to fuck a jock strapped ass in the middle of the dance floor. They’d been openly flirting for a while. When my friend whipped out his big hard meat the other guy just torqued back onto it. I thought they would just fuck for a short time and go back to dancing. I couldn’t hear over the music, but I read the bottom’s lips as he told my friend; “Breed me.” And he did, right there in front of the cheering crowd. More and more clothes came off and soon it was a naked dance. More and more sex was occurring on the dance floor and on the sidelines. Most of what I saw was safe sex, observing the caution on the many posters around the bar. Only two or three couples were blatantly barebacking. I headed off to the bathroom and found an available urinal beside a bear fucking a twink. As the bear's cock moved in and out I could see he was wearing protection. I had trouble getting it out but when I finished peeing I stayed and watched. The bear started to rub my bare ass. Then he leaned over and kissed me, all the while continuing his twink fuck. Then he pulled out, removed the condom, bent me over and drove his thick raw cock into my slippery ass. Thankful I had a couple loads from earlier in the day forlube. The twink now watched as the bear went to town on my ass. A few other guys came and went, but the twink kept watching. That is until he wiggled in front of me and backed his ass onto my naked cock. I tried to protest, but the bear covered my mouth and pounded me deeper and deeper into the twink. As the bear groaned his release and painted my guts I blew my toxic load into the twink. It was incredible and I thought I was going to pass out. After the bear left I said to the twink. “You’re poz then, are you?” With incredible fear on his face and tears welling up in his eyes he asked; “You didn’t cum in me, please tell me you didn’t cum in me. I just turned 18.” I was gob smacked. I didn’t know what to say. So, I lied; “No, I didn’t cum. And you don’t need to worry, I’m clean.” With great relief the twink left. I confessed to my tattooed friend as he fucked his toxic load into me back at our hotel later that night. “Fuckin A man, isn’t that the greatest orgasm ever.” “Well, it was, but I feel so bad.” “Don’t give it a second thought. In fact we need to help you stealth again tomorrow so you can get over your stupid conscience. I’ve been trying to land the pool boy all week, but he told me he won’t come near me. He’s seen my tattoos. I won’t stop ‘til I coach you.” “FUCK NO MAN!!” But my tattooed friend was not one to take no for an answer.

I took a deep breath, then opened the door of my hotel room and made my way down to the car park. On the surface I was a man in a loose tracksuit, but underneath I was clad in all sorts of leather, and carrying a bag containing even more. It wasn’t until I pulled up outside the warehouse that I stripped out of the tracksuit top, put on my big leather collar, donned my new leather hood, and then got out of the car. Having had to drive up from London after work, I had arrived quite a bit later than everyone else and as soon as I walked through the door I could hear that the action was in full swing. I mildly panicked, and stepped back outside to have a quick smoke. After puffing my way through two cigarettes back to back, I felt like I had calmed down enough and went back inside. I headed into the main room, where a number of guys were crowded around the sling. One of them was giving a rough pounding to whoever was in it, and the muffled moans I could hear from the bottom suggested he had his mouth full of cock as well. I made my way over to the bar and poured myself a large shot of vodka that I necked in one gulp, and then decided I needed to find out once and for all if it was indeed my younger son being fucked. I took a couple of deep breaths, and then walked over to the group, sidled my way in between two of them, and looked down at the face of the young man being spit-roasted. Justin. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. My son was gay. My son was a chaser. My son was being pozzed. All these years I had known him as a girl-chasing, slightly cocky, super-popular and definitely very handsome star athlete. Now here I was looking down at his muscled frame as a fat, raw, toxic cock ploughed his insides at one end, and he was doing his best not to gag around another one down his throat. Leaning over to look more closely at his rear end, it was clear he had already been bred several times that night, and god knows how many times before. When had he started taking cock? Where did he go to get it? Did his brother know? I went into sort of a trance as I got lost in my thoughts, just standing there watching as guy after guy fucked and bred my boy. Whenever his mouth wasn’t full he yelled for more, leaving me in no doubt that this was what he wanted. He came several times just while I stood and watched, getting more and more turned on every time one of his fuckers told him he was getting another toxic load inside him. If anything, he seemed like an even hungrier, needier chaser than I had been when I had arrived here. Things changed when Peter appeared next to me, and then when one of the other guys had finished he gently pushed me into position between my son’s legs. I had been at full mast for quite a while, and could not seem to resist as Peter urged me forward. My dick touched the soft skin of his buttocks, and then seemed to slide unrestrained into the cum-soaked crevice and onwards into the first reaches of his hole. I briefly paused and looked up at Justin’s face, wondering what he would think if he knew his dad was about to fuck and poz him, and then I pushed forward and slid fully inside him. “Fuck yeah” he said, before putting his head back and allowing another one of the men to fill his throat. I started to slowly fuck him, but gradually sped up as I got more into it. I hadn’t topped anyone for quite a while, and not only was I being reminded of how fun it actually is, but the man I was fucking was my own handsome son. Looking down at his muscled body, his teenage cockiness and attitude began to fill my mind, and as I remembered all the times I had withheld my desire to give him a slap I began to fuck him harder and more aggressively until I was railing away like a madman. His enthusiastic response to this told me that he was a true power bottom, and must have arrived here with a lot of experience under his belt. Eventually it got too much for me, and with a roar I pumped him full of my toxic cum. He moaned around the cock in his mouth as I filled him up, but as soon as I pulled out of him he started wiggling his arse to let the men know he needed another pounding. He really was a chip off the old block, and despite a post-cum panic building in me at what I had just done, I did feel an urge stirring in me to let him know just how alike he and his dad were. However, for the time being I stepped back from the group to gather myself, going back to the bar area to get another drink, and resting on a stool for a bit. “Hungry little cumwhore, isn’t he?” said Peter, who it turned out had moved away from the sling after getting me into position to fuck my own son. “Wonder what his dad would make of him.” “Yeah” I said, “would probably freak him out.” “Or make him proud” said Peter, winking at me. “Anyway, what’s with the hood?” “Oh, just something I thought I’d try” I said. “I was surprised you recognised me to be honest.” “I remember all my boys” he said. “I also remember everything they tell me about themselves.” “Oh yeah?” I replied, butterflies suddenly filling my stomach. “Oh yes” he said. “Like the fact that you were coming to us after dropping someone off in Nottingham. Right around the start of term time, if I remember rightly.” “Oh, er, yeah, that was…” I stammered. “Your son, I’m thinking” he finished for me. “Let me see. Gay dad drops his son off at university. Little cumwhore with a gay dad who has just started university finally comes over for a pozzing. Gay dad with a son in his first year at uni joins in, but wears a hood. You see where I’m going with this?” “I, er, …” I stammered again. “That’s your son over there, isn’t it?” Peter asked, or more like he stated. I turned away from him and looked back over at the group of men crowded round my boy, seeing his ankles in the hoops of the sling and hearing his moans as he was continually spit roasted. “Yes” I said. “That’s Justin, my youngest.” “And you just pozzed him” Peter said. “Yes.” “And you’re going to do it again” he continued. “Yes” I sighed. We were quiet for a bit, both just watching the show. The men eventually unhooked Justin’s ankles, pulled him out of the sling, turned him round and bent him forward over it, and then went right back to fucking him. “He knows what a slut you are” Peter eventually said, causing me to turn and face him. “When we were messaging, he told me how he had followed you a few times last summer when you went out cruising, and how he had watched you getting fucked bareback by random men. It seemed to turn him on.” “I…I had no idea” I said. “Yep” said Peter, smiling. “Said he would follow you and watch for a bit, then usually get some of the guys who had fucked you to do him as well.” “Fuck” I said. “I always thought he was out with his girlfriend.” “Yeah, he mentioned something about having a beard, but said it was her father who he slept with in fact” laughed Peter. “You’re kidding?” I squealed. “Probably acting out his fantasies of being with you” said Peter. “My bet is that he’d want to know it was you fucking him. He’d probably get off on it.” “I don’t know” I replied, after a pause. “He never told me anything about this side of him. He might completely freak out.” “Well, I’m not going to tell him” said Peter, “but I reckon I’m right. He’d want to know.” I sighed, and took another deep swig of my drink to finish it off. “I need to think” I said, getting off the stool and heading for the door. Despite the chill outside, I headed out and lit up a cigarette while I thought about what Peter had said. A few minutes later I lit up a second one, and was just enjoying the burn from that when the door opened and Justin staggered out wearing flip-flops, a pair of shorts and a hoodie. “Hey man, can I bum a cigarette?” he asked me, mildly panting. I said nothing in reply, being too shocked and alarmed to speak, and instead just shook the pack in his direction. Fuck. We were alone. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Also, he smoked too?? “That’s better” he sighed, after lighting up and taking a deep inhale. “I needed a break and a smoke.” I coughed out a sort of half-reply, but said nothing. “You remind me of my dad” he said. “I don’t know what he’d say if he could see me now.” Again, I could only cough out a sort of half-laugh, as Justin chuckled to himself. “He reckons I’m some sort of babe magnet” he said, continuing to chuckle a bit. “Really going to freak him out when I turn up at Christmas with a biohazard tattoo. I like yours, by the way. Might get mine on my chest.” I said nothing in response, realising he was slightly disappearing into his head as he puffed on the last of the cigarette. It was only when he shuffled a little and the outside light caught his face a bit better that I realised how nervous he looked. Sure, he was the very definition of a hunk at just the age of 19, but in that moment my boy looked somehow more vulnerable than I had seen him in a long time. Was he regretting what he was doing? Or was it something else? “Can…can I have another one?” he asked me. I shook the pack in his direction again, and offered him my lighter. I decided to also light up a third one, despite knowing that it was going to make my throat burn something chronic. “Thanks” he said. “Sorry, just got really nervous there, thinking about my dad.” He took a deep inhale, but I still said nothing. “I mean, he gets fucked by men all the time too, and maybe he’s even poz, but what if’s he not and he throws me out?” he said, a slightly pained expression crossing his face. My fatherly instincts kicked in despite the ridiculousness of the situation. “He’d never do that” I whispered. His face darted to mine, perhaps in recognition of my voice, and I knew then what I had to do. I reached behind my head and unzipped the hood before pulling it off completely. His eyes went so wide I thought they might pop out. “Hey son” I said, giving him as warm a smile as I could muster. “Dad?” he squeaked. “Wha…wha…” “Shhh” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. “It’s OK. It’s OK.” “I…I…” he stammered, starting to visibly shake. “I know” I said. “At some point we’ve got to talk about all this, but not now, not tonight.” I pulled him into a hug, and held on to him until he had stopped shaking. “I’m sorry” he whispered into my ear, as he calmed himself down. “Nothing to be sorry for” I said. “I wish you’d told me, but there we go.” “I…I was scared” he said. “I don’t know why.” “Well, you don’t need to be scared anymore” I replied. “No more secrets between us, OK?” “OK” he said, pulling back from the hug. “In that spirit” I continued, “I should tell you that I was here a few weeks ago doing exactly what you’re doing.” “You were?!” he squealed. “Yep” I said, smiling. “Spent the weekend here taking as many loads as they could give me, and now I’m poz.” “Fuuuuuck” said Justin, taking a deep inhale of the last of his cigarette. “That’s what I want.” “I know son, I know” I said, “so we’d better get back inside so we can get on with giving it to you.” “We?” he asked. “Wait, you fucked me, didn’t you?!” “Uh huh” I said, “and when we get back inside I’m going to do it again. I’m freshly poz and not on meds, so my viral load is probably through the roof.” “Fuuuuck” he said again, a visible tent forming in his shorts. “This is soooo fucked up.” “Sure is” I said, smiling. “You want me to breed you again though, don’t you?” He nodded, and I instinctively stepped forward and put my arm round his shoulder. We then headed back inside the warehouse. “Gents” I yelled, as we got inside, my arm still round him. “This here is my son Justin. My actual flesh and blood son. I’m going to fuck him now, and then I want to watch each and every one of you breed him. By the time we leave on Sunday, I want my boy impregnated. Can you do that?” There was total silence for a moment, before Peter responded. “Fuck yeah, we can do that!” Cheers went up from the rest of them, as I turned to face Justin so I could remove his clothes. “Poz me Dad” he whispered to me. “Just try and stop me” I replied, winking at him. “Just try and stop me.”

Pt.4 I walk home. Somewhere along the way I stop and buy some cigarettes, I haven't smoked in five years but I need something to cling on to. A ritual that will let me centre myself. I'm still about a mile from home and it's early morning when I stop at a small park and sit and watch the morning. I call work and tell them I've had some news and need a personal day. They understand plus I never have any sick time, har-fucking-har. I light the first cigarette from the pack and draw from it. And cough like someone who hasn't smoked in five years. It becomes easier though as my body remembers. I feel a calm settle in. Probably the nicotine, but its welcome nonetheless. At this time, although daybreak is well passed, the park is quiet and peaceful and it is just what I need. I try not to think about last night but it is a big neon sign buzzing for my attention. Everything Sean said. About me wanting it. I definitely wanted fucking, but nothing else. About never asking status. Fuck! Who does that? Especially in the heat of things. OK I have been reckless, but I'm not a chaser. Am I? I let guys fuck me raw and I haven't been tested for a while. I just, I just don't think about it. I stub the cigarette out on the bench and automatically light a second as I sit there trying to get my head in order. A jogger breezes passed me calling a cheerful, "Good Morning!" I couldn't say if it was addressed to me but I nod in accord even as I darkly smile to myself that I'm not convinced I agree. Alone once more I stand and start to walk through this little green haven in the direction of home. As I near the exit I pass a little concrete toilet block and I turn in. I don't honestly know why? But I could use a piss. I stand and the urinal and put it to use. As I empty my bladder I breath deeply and the smell of the room hits me. Stale, earthy. And for me associated with a lot of early hookups. My cock thickens until it is hard in front of me. I grip it more firmly and start to stroke right there. Despite the last twenty-four hours being a total roller coaster my libido is somehow undiminished. Something about wanking off in a public toilet has always turned me on and I get into a good rhythm. Not thinking about anything just enjoying the sensation. Needing to feel the pleasure radiating from my cock. I hear some rapid footfalls and before I can react the jogger has entered the block. There is no way I can hide my erection or pretend to be doing anything other. He chuckles and steps up to the urinal alongside me. I start to try and cover up when I realise that his hand is rapidly pumping his own stiffening dick. "My lucky day." He says, "not usually anyone else around at this time. I almost always have to settle for a wank." With this said he turns to me and strokes his very hard cock in my direction. I glance him up and down. Slim, runners build mostly hidden by the baggy grey tracksuit. At a guess his age is late forties maybe an in shape fifties. But his cock is getting most of my attention. A very healthy seven inches, the foreskin pulled back over a swollen flared head that is wetly beading with excitement. It's like a switch has been flicked and I drop to my knees in front of him. Grabbing his cock and wanking his firm length a few times before I lean in and slide my tongue across the end tasting his precum. I sigh a little as I take him in my mouth and start to suck him hungrily. "Oh good boy." He hisses as I slide him all the way between my lips. "That's just what I needed." I murmur my agreement around his cock but I do not relinquish my sucking duties. I feel his hands on my head and I glance up at him as he fucks my mouth. He is looking down at me and smiling. Like I am receiving some benediction I feel the peace I needed. This is what I want, where I want to be. This is who I am. I shuffle my position and shove my jeans down. I unbutton my shirt and pull it from me. "Fuck yes!" The man has his cock buried in my throat and his approval is everything right now. I am a slut and right now I am his slut. I pull off of his cock and spit on it, wanking it to make sure the whole length is slick before plunging him back, deep into my mouth. "It really is my lucky day!" He is holding my head and sliding between my lips with long strokes of his cock. "You are a real fucking slut aren't you?" "Oh yesh" I manage from around his cockhead before pushing my lips down to his base. I hold myself there and strain pushing my tongue out to lick the skin of his balls, a trick that only works as long as you aren't choking. "Oh fuck you are good boy." He pushes me off of his soaking wet dick holds my head and looks me in the eyes. "But you want more don't you slut?" I manage to nod between his hands still panting from my cocksucking ministrations. "Well let's give you what you want then." He guides me to a cubical and pushes me forward so I am bent over the toilet bowl. His fingers are probing between my cheeks and he finds me still wet and open plunging two fingers straight up me. "Oh you dirty slut, how many loads you have in there?" "A few, I..I don't know." I stammer. "Someone had fun last night." He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of me making me gasp. "Don't need to worry about lube then, do we?" I bite my lip as he replaces his fingers with his cock in a fluid motion. He reaches up and squeezes my shoulders giving himself leverage to fuck me. I expect hard deep thrusts but he is slow and deliberate. Every inch in and out. Constant. Building his pleasure in a steady pump. I am naked and being fucked in public again. I am panting in pleasure with cock inside me again. I am being a slut again. Fuck it feels good. This hard cock inside me. This hard bare cock about to add to the loads inside me. To add to Sean's loads inside me. Sean's poz loads. Oh fuck. Neither of us said anything about status, doesn't anybody ask!? "Oh fuck!" I verbalise the combination of sensation and realisation I am experiencing. My fucker echoes it and tightens his grip on me as his cock swells and jets all the way inside me depositing yet more sperm in my slut hole. He withdraws from my cum filled arsehole and affectionately squeezes my shoulder. "Yep, definitely my lucky day!" I blanche a little at his words. He quickly leaves and I grab at my clothes and hurriedly make my way home. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Pt.3 Already being face down and arse up put me at a huge disadvantage. Sean has a hand between my shoulder blades and can pin me with minimum effort. The soft mattress and silk sheets, of course they were, make getting purchase even more difficult. I am shocked beyond words and I can feel tears stinging my eyes as I realise the hopelessness in trying to fight. I can only try reason. "Sean, Please don't!" "Don't what?" He asks in response to my plea. He thrust twice into me in quick succession. "Did you mean don't stop? You already know I'm not going to do that. I made that very clear." He is sawing in and out of me now with long purposeful strokes. I am still slick so his entry and subsequent fucking are easy. His assault on me is being aided by my own body and to my shame it is beginning to respond. His strokes are brushing through my sensitive flesh and setting every nerve alight. My cock was hard before he pushed into me and now it is dripping across his stupid expensive sheets as he repeatedly spears his dick into my prostate. Oh god! It feels good. I try again before I lose myself completely. "Sean please, I don't want...I didn't know." It is too hard to articulate, I am feeling scared, betrayed, incredibly aroused and disgusted at myself for it all at once. My brain is spinning like a candy floss machine and very much like that my thoughts are being wrung out and jumbled and pulled out as mixed strands. Sean presses himself fully into me and grinds his body against mine causing an uncontrollable moan to escape from me. "Didn't know? You didn't care. Didn't ask. You definitely didn't ask any of those other guys who fucked you tonight." He resumes fucking me with a harder tempo. "How many other times have you done that? You. Fucking. Slut." I am panting in time with his thrusts. I can't help it, my hole has accepted his cock so easily, my body wants to feel him. My mind is still distraught and his accusation hits home. I've never asked, not in the moment. I always say I play safe, but how many times has that been really true? Half the time? Less? As my mind is racing I feel Sean shift his weight and then a cloth drops in front of my face. Sean's fingers entwine in my hair and he holds my face an inch above the hand towel. The fumes hit me, he must have soaked the cloth in poppers and I cannot help but breath them in. I am already panting from the fuck but this?! I feel my whole body flush. Jesus these are strong. My arsehole spasms around Sean's invading cock and I am bouncing my hips, pressing back towards him. Fuck his cock really is magnificent. His long, gorgeous, rock-hard, poz cock. Wait. No. That's wrong. Sean's hands have moved to my hips as he feels my body respond. He knows before I do that I am riding this out, maybe he always did. He is gliding that dick through me in a way that makes me wish I had begged him to fuck me ages ago. No. I don't want this fuck. I don't want HIV. I want to go home now. I want to curl up. Oh fuck! I want that cock. Just a little longer. It feels too good to stop for just one moment. Maybe once doesn't matter? "Uuunnhhh!" My body tenses and I groan as I squeeze my hole down on Sean's hot fucking prick. My arms feel weak and I can barely hold my head up. The fumes from the poppers are still surrounding me, no escape, every breath causes another shudder another surrender. Sean is fucking me. He is fucking me! Fuck me! Fuck Me! FUCK ME! "OOOOH Fuck me!" I cry out as another wave rushes through me. My own cock is leaking as the waves of undeniable joy have smashed any rational thought I had left. "I knew you fucking wanted this." Sean almost roars in triumph as he begins to pound me. He has moved from his knees to a squatting position behind me, his hands pressing down onto my cheeks opening me wide for his advance. The next few minutes definitely happened. I know this because of how my body felt afterwards. Somewhere during it I shut down. Sean fucked me so hard it broke something that I didn't know was there. That part of me that kept me independent. That was fine with random fucks. He slam fucked me for at least thirty minutes during which I came uncontrollably and blacked out. Maybe it was the fuck. Maybe I was overcome with the poppers. Maybe my mind just gave up trying to deal with everything all at once. I come to with a start. Those few seconds of uncertainty, especially in a strange room, always disorient. I am naked and ache. And oh. "I wondered when you'd come back." Sean is still inside me and rocking slowly. I groan because he is deep inside me and pleasure overload has already caused my mind to shut down. "Well you definitely win hands down for best response to a fuck." Sean is quite glib considering the circumstances. "What the fuck Sean?!" I have recovered enough to jump to indignant even though he is still grinding his cock into me without pause. "Are you still pretending you don't want this?" He asks as he flexes his cock scraping my inner walls releasing another involuntary moan from me. "Unh, its not your cock. Its not you." "But it is." Sean's response doesn't stop him from slowly increasing his pace. "It's my cock, it's me and everything inside me." He is now fucking me again. The slap of skin on skin echoes around the room and I, for my part, let him. "It's in you too now. I've cum inside you twice so far and this is number three for that hungry hole." I can't deny how good he feels inside me. But I feel detached right now, like I am watching some poor sap getting their fuckhole reamed. It happens, it has happened. I can't stop it. Sean presses his whole body along mine and he kisses my neck. I feel a shiver run through my skin, pleasure and apprehension, and I sigh reflexively as Sean gasps in my ear. Load number three is inside me. Poz load number three. This one I am fully conscious of. Sean finally releases his grip of me and rolls back, I guess content. I move to the other side of the bed and sit up. I figured I would run to the door and grab my clothes. But I just sit there. Seans speaking but for the first minute I don't really listen. "It's not that big a deal you know?" I don't say anything. "Look, when were you last tested anyway?" "What?!" I am incredulous, "You just poz me and ask when I was tested?" "Slow down there hotshot." Sean raises his hands, " What I mean is, you've taken a lot of strange loads I'm guessing. Especially from what I watched last night. The only difference between them and me is I told you what I was giving you. And let's be honest here you shot like a fucking firehose when I gave it to you." I shake my head. It's true, but it's not helping. I stand up. "Look Sean," my voice is even now. "I need to go." I don't look at him as I leave the room. I gather my clothes and dress myself still in something of a daze. As I reach the front door I hear Sean's voice echo through the flat. "When you need to talk, or anything, you know where I am." I don't answer, I just close the door quietly behind me and leave.

PART 10 I backed up towards the bench, as the new stranger in my booth turned his back to me and fed a few tokens into the booth’s machine til a gay porn appeared on the screen. Now, he turned and faced me. He was taller than me and thin, with a mustache. It was hard to tell in the dark, but he was 35, maybe 40? After looking to the door to make sure it was locked, he slid off his shoes and then his pants and underwear, so he was naked for the waist down. He walked over to me and grabbed at my shirt and pulled it up and over my head, tossing it on the bench. Next my shorts were pulled down and thrown on the bench. I was naked in the booth. I looked down to see an already hard cock, long with a big mushroom head and low hanging balls that swung freely. “You like getting fucked don’t you” he whispered. I just nodded. “How many guys have fucked you so far?” He asked. “Two” i whispered back. “Turn around and show me your hole.” He whispered. I immediately spun around and spread my legs wide and bent over, using the bench to brace my knees and the wall to lean into. I felt his hands grip my cheeks and spread me wider. Then the roughness of his beard as it grazed the inside of my ass cheeks. Then his tongue as it licked and stabbed and swirled around my asshole. I gasped and moaned and bucked my hips as he teased my sensitive hole with his mouth. Finally coming up for air I felt hi leaning over me as he whispered “they came inside you.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of fact. I felt hi lining up his cock as he pushed and I felt that pressure and then the sharp pain as it gave and three inches of cock slid into me. I focused on relaxing as he worked into me. He was aggressive but not trying to hurt me. I clenched my jaw as my hole began to relax and take his cock. He wasn’t the thickest but he was long and soon he was fucking me deep and giving me long strokes. My hard cock would hit my belly once in a while as he fucked me harder and harder. I didn’t need to touch it. The feelings in my hole were completely satisfying. I could hear his breathing getting quicker and his pumping get erratic and focused on pushing back. With a deep thrust and a grunt, he pumped load number three into me, as he collapsed over me. I felt his cock throb as he worked to make sure he had pumped out all of his sperm into my guts. I ground back into him greedily, wanting to make sure he gave me every drop. “Hungry little slut” he whispered laughing. Without a word, he slid out and quckly dressed. I was so weak kneed, I just slid into the bench and managed to get my T-shirt on. As I caught my breath, he straightened up, slid open the lock and with a quick open and shut was out the door. The porn played on, as some guy got his giant cock sucked by another hot guy. I sat, still naked from the wAist down, in my T-shirt with my shorts draped over my lap. My cock was still hard, my hole was tender, but the sounds and that smell... that smell of cum and sex, just wouldn’t let go of me. I told myself to get up and lock he door, to give myself a moment to collect myself and then get going. I had gotten fucked three times in the last thirty minutes or so. I am definitely going to get up and lock the door. In one minute. I had two reasons for that. One to give my legs a chance to stop shaking from being bent over like that over and over. And two, and I didn’t want to admit it, but I thought maybe I will give it one minute and if nobody comes in, then I really can lock the door and leave. The gay porn was playing loud and clear, so anyone outside it knew what I was watching. I was still naked from the waist down. And I was about to get up and lock the door. I had almost begun to stand up when I heard it. It was definitely getting louder and closer, the sound of a person walking, shoes sliding on the hallway floor, then pausing outside my door. I could see the shadow of someone from the edge under the door. That almost nauseating bundle of nerves and fear and excitement hit me, as I watched the door knob slowly start to turn. He didn’t hesitate. He just slid in and closed the door, quickly locking it behind him, before turning to face me. And as I looked at him, I decided immediately not to be shy. Not for this guy. And I quickly pulled my shorts off my lap and stood up to offer myself for his inspection. And even though I’d already been there and my hole was well used, this guy had relit my fire. He was hot. And please I thought to myself, please want to fuck me.

PART 9 I don’t think even one minute passed before the door began to open. I barely had my shorts up and started to panic to make sure I was covered at the same time I looked at the door. What i saw a guy maybe 40ish around 6 feet. He was a little bolder and didnt wait for me to nod back. He just slid through the crack and shut the door and locked it. In the glow of the gay porn on the screen, I was able to see him better. Yeah a little taller than me, so at least six feet and thin. He had on sweat pants and sandals and a T-shirt. There was already a sizable bulge in those sweats. He approached me and his hand went into my still unbuttoned shorts, but he bypassed my cock. Instead, his hand dipped down and I felt a finger slide into my ass crack and run across my hole. His hand slid out of my pants just as quickly and he motioned me up. As soon as I stood, he slipped my shorts down and began to turn me around away from him. And I just let it happen, half out of surprise and half because i was still horny and this guy was pretty hot. I slipped a leg out of my shorts and spread wider, as I braved myself with my hands. I could hear him tugging his sweats down and heard him spit, managing to look back in time to see him using it as lube to stroke with. Again he spat into his hand and rubbed it on his cock. And his cock was... it was huge. Like at least 8.5 inches and thick with a nice big cut head. It was magnificent. It was obvious that like the first guy, he wasn’t going to use a condom. His cock slick with spit I felt him use one hand to grab an ass cheek to spread me open a little, as he used his other to guide his cock to my already fucked and cummed in hole. I felt him push against my barely puckered hole and it gave easily. It hadn’t even had time to close up from the last cock and with the cum coating my hole, he was able to work his giant cock into me. I don’t know if it would have worked otherwise. Later as time went on, I would take bigger cocks but this guy was hung and as an 18 year old almost virgin still, this thing was just massive. And I was taking it. I was almost naked bent over in a bookstore booth, gay porn blaring away, while a guy I hadn’t exchanged a single word with was almost 8 inches into me and continuing to fuck deeper and deeper. And with the first guys cum and my hole already relaxed from getting fucked a few minutes before, I was taking it and loving every second. There was no pain or discomfort. He was working my hole harder and harder and we were not being quiet. Besides him basically knocking my breath out every time he rammed home, I couldn’t keep myself balanced and my hands kept knocking against the thin plywood wall I was supporting myself against. And he was grunting and breathing fast. And then finally to make It competely obvious, he was finally balls deep and now every time he drove into me there was that slap as his pelvis met my ass cheeks. And I was so lost in the fuck and his cock sliding into my prostate that I didn’t care. I didn’t care that It was sleazy and dirty. The smell of sex and cum made me feel drunk. And I didn’t need to know who was fucking me. All that mattered was that he was hot and had a fucking amazing cock and he was in me raw. And I had already kind of figured it out, all these guys here are looking for cock. I gave in and enjoyed every second and didn’t care that everyone there would know I was getting fucked right there in the booth. Eyes closed and head down I took it until I felt his hands grip tighter and felt his pounding increase even more til finally he rammed deep and erupted. Spurt after spurt of cum coated my guts as I pushed back to make sure I was getting it all. He grinded into me as he stayed deep while his cock pulsed and throbbed inside me, as he obviously was trying to put every drop into me. Spent and satisfied that he had put all his cum inside me, he slowly pulled out. Without a word he pulled up his sweat pants and straightened his shirt up. Looking down, he adjusted his still softening rod and covered it with his shirt. I meanwhile was wobbly legged and was trying get my one leg through my shorts so I could pull them back up. Mr Sweatpants paused by the door to give me a second to get the shorts up and then just as quietly as he had slid in, he popped back out after cracking open the door and then shut it behind him. I noticed it wAs darker and realized I had let the video machine run out of credits. I don’t think even twenty minutes had elapsed and I had gotten fucked twice. And had no idea who they were or if i could even recognize them if I saw them. And I hadn’t asked either one if they were clean. I mean who knows, Tim looks healthy and he has it. But then the thought that hit almost right away was did it matter? Would I have stopped those guys if they were did have HIV? If I saw Mr Sweatpants giant cock and knew he was HIV positive, could I or would I want to say no to it? I knew why I didn’t ask. It didn’t matter. I was taking them raw no matter what the risk. It just felt too good. As all this wet through my head in about 30 seconds, I stood to walk out, figuring enough was enough for tonight and I had not been very discreet and didn’t want trouble. As my hand touched the doorknob, it twisted in my hand and the door opened up a crack as another stranger met my stare. Maybe I wasn’t leaving quite as soon as I thought as we gave each other a quick look over. A mutual nod and I was backing toward the bench of the booth as a new stranger entered the small cubicle with me and shut and locked the door.

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.

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...

Thanks @RawUK. You made me blush 😊. Likewise you are a smashing bloke. I will travel the distance for great genuine guys.

Maybe there will be an in full bloom rose Garden come late Spring of 2024..... 👊🐷💦💦💦👊🌹🌹 I think in recognition of your piggy Sunday @RawUK I will update my ''Pretty Rose Garden'' and ''FFor Your Pleasure!'' albums. 🐖

Thanks @DJ2023. Likewise you're a smashing bloke and guys, he drove for 2 hours each way for the meet, so don't mess him about, he's genuine.

It was a pleasure @RawUK and thank you for inviting me over. You have a great ass to fist and loved fucking you and fisting all those loads into you. Looking forward to next time. I would recommend @RawUK to anyone in SE UK as he is a great guy and sexy pig that needs cum loads, cock and fist 🐷😜😈👊🐷

Thanks. I know its been a while but I keep thinking about ways to finish this one off, that and a few other ideas that have been slowly ticking over. Life does get in the way but I would like to write some more. Its good to know I can provide a temporary enjoyment to the guys on here.

For me, when i top, gloryhole breeding is the absolute pinnacle of anon sex. It sits right there at the top. What i prefer though depends. It depends on my mood, and what has occurred before i entered the gloryholes. Sometimes i want to take a look first, sometimes i want to get sucked. But in most cases, i want to see the ass already there, ready for me to split it open and breed it. And to those guys who take anon loads via gloryholes, shout out to you. I salute you. The community should honour you. What you do is provide an essential service. Back in COVID times i'd put you down as essential workers (or volunteers)

Would love to see. Love seeing a gaping mancunt

As an update to this, the morning after, the master asked me how sore and swollen my pussy was and when I told him he ordered me to take the medium hollow plug I've got as soon as I got out of bed so that he could look into my guts. I put some crisco over the plug and fingered some into my hole and took a big hit of poppers before sliding onto it. Honestly I'm shocked that there was no real pain and feeling my hole eventually close around the base of it was so satisfying. When I sent a photo of my exposed guts to the master tho he had another request. He ordered me to take some of the loads that guys have sent me from the internet and inject them into my exposed hole while videoing it for him. I had to oblige and soon I had two random cumloads swilling around inside me. Pulling the plug out with a lot of resistance and letting my swollen cuntlips close at last, I swallowed those loads deeper and got on with the rest of my day. If anyone wants to see a photo of my guts through the plug, let me know here 🤤😅

i love it. i have been doing it since high school. my fave activity is being blindfolded in a bathhouse on a busy night in a public sling or on a fuckbench and gangbanged raw by anonymous stranger after stranger, without seeing the faces of any of the guys who fuck me and unload their balls into my sloppy, used fuckhole, knowing that the guys think i’m a dirty disgusting whore and dont give a fuck about me outside of my sexy body and easy hole. i lay there and beg all of these random men to cum inside me while other men watch and wait their turn to fuck me or are just disgusted by what trash i am. a lot of the men who fuck me tell me i’m worthless trash but a lot dont even bother speaking to me. they just tret me like a human fucktoy. the best part is i’m not getting and money or reward, but still i lay there and let literally ANYONE fuck me, regardless of their age, looks, height, weight or looks. they dont need to act like they like me or even treat me like a human. they just fuck me, dump in me, then leave. they dont give me their contact info or ask for mine cause they dont even want to know a whore like me, and i dont know their names, or what any of them even look like.

If only @VersGuyAnon. My retirement plans were shot to blazes when the UK voted to leave the UK. Now I fear I won't get to retire how I wanted to as my right to live anywhere in the EU has gone. Yes I could apply for a visa, but there is a minimum annual income attached to that option, which I fear my pensions won't get to. But hey, haven't all our lives immeasurably improved since we left, not. I'm still waiting to find one British person who can tell me how their individual life has inproved since Brexit.

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.

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.

Hero ⬆️

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.

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.

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

Many of them are settled down and seldom, if ever, go out cruising. That's not to say they're all monogamously coupled, of course, but a surprising number of them don't have much need to go out cruising. And as we age, quite a few of us don't look at staying up at a cruise bar until midnight to be a particularly fun way to spend an evening. Pretty boys who can sleep until their first class in college starts at 10:30 AM can be out a lot later than men with careers whose offices open at 8:30 AM. There's also the issue of "the apps" - many men who don't want the bother of paying vastly inflated prices for drinks while listening to crappy music over a sound system last updated in 1997 are content to stay in and arrange hookups online.

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!

A month after my exploits with Peter and his friends, I was sitting in my comfiest armchair at home savouring a cup of coffee on a rainy Saturday morning. I had avoided this seat for a couple of days, to give my new biohazard trampstamp tattoo a chance to heal properly. Yes, that weekend in the midlands had done the trick, although of course I couldn’t be totally sure given my many exploits in parks, public toilets and sex clubs since getting back to London. Either way, the fuck flu had taken, I had got tested when that was gone, I was nw happily and proudly poz, and was not planning to start on any meds for a while. With that milestone reached, I seemed to relax a bit and my sex life became less frenetic, to the point that I was enjoying my first Saturday for a while where I didn’t feel like shit, whether from a late night after multiple breedings, too much to drink, or of course the fuck flu. It was actually kind of a relief to be sipping on a strong cup of black coffee, while looking out at the rain and casually pondering what to do with my weekend. The thought of maybe offering my gift to some other chasers had crossed my mind, but I was also aware that I really had become an all-out bottom of late and I kind of didn’t want to go back. As the rain seemed to get stronger, my phone buzzed with a message. Fishing the iPhone out of my pocket, I saw it was an SMS from Peter. I had sent him a message confirming my new status as soon as I had left the clinic, which seemed to make him very happy. Hi there my new little pozboy. Remember I told you about that student who wanted gifting? Well, he’s agreed to get the coach up next weekend, and I wondered if you fancied joining in? Let me know - you can stay at the warehouse again if you want, or at my place. Pete. My stomach gave a lurch. I had done my best to quell thoughts that it might be Justin who was in contact with Peter, and did my best to tell myself that there were probably a few students at the university with gay dads. After all, Justin was straight, wasn’t he? Still, something about it all just seemed to add up to it being him, and now it looked like the time had come. This wasn’t something I was going to stand in the way of if indeed Justin was the one looking to get pozzed, but equally was it something I wanted to be part of? My dick gave me my answer. I almost felt sick, but I could not deny that at least being there to see it happen was something I wanted. Maybe I actually wanted to be the one that gave it to him. My head was a mess, but my dick was growing and starting to take control. I cautiously typed out a reply, sat and looked at it for a few moments, and then clicked to send it. Good thanks. Yes, count me in - thanks. Don’t worry though, I’ll get a hotel. I took a while to let it all sink in, that I might be watching my own son get pozzed, and might even find myself contributing to it. However, if it was Justin then I knew that I could not let on to him that I was there, nor have any of the other guys know who he was to me. That meant I needed a hood or something, and thus a plan was hatched for the day. I would pop down to Kennington to pick up something at the bondage store, and then maybe see if I could get fucked a bit somewhere nearby. My heart was pumping like crazy, and the only solution to that I could think of was to get some cock in me! With those decisions made, I then went online and booked a hotel for the next weekend, and then lit up a cigarette, sat back in my chair and began to think about the day ahead.

It’s where you take random frozen loads in a condom and fill it til full then use it as a cum dildo. I collect loads out cruising from discarded condoms as well as get guys to send me loads in the mail for me to use on my boys.

I got taught to suck cock by my baby sitter, who was the teenage son of a friend of my mum's. He initiated everything initially, but then I enjoyed it so much I would pester him to let me play with his cock whenever he looked after me. I was probably 5 or 6 when this started, he was 17 I think, and he played with me for several years. This got me addicted to cock at a very young age, and I started to try to get it on with any guy I was alone with... family friends, lads from the park, I was a latch key kid so was allowed out alone from age 10, and made the most of my freedom in the local toilets, mostly sleazy old cruisers in there ... I always went after older men, boys my age didn't really interest me. Nowadays I prefer young boys, but then it was all about the grown up cocks. Up until I turned 18 I didn't have sex with anyone who was my age really, I liked em hairy and developed. Now I'm the complete opposite lol.

I went back downstairs and found Bill making some mugs of tea behind the counter. The cum rag hung on a hook by the sink and I used it to wipe the spunk between my arse cheeks. Bill grinned and took the rag off me. "Lovely!" He smiled as he inhaled the aroma of fresh spunk on it. " been a good lad and serviced the regulars Timmy?" I nodded and winced as he stuck a finger up me and then licked it clean. "Mmm. Nice. " He said and slapped my bum affectionately. "Take these through to the yard out back will you? Got some visitors I ain't seen for a while." I looked round for a towel but he said "Don't worry about that, Timmy." then he winked at me. Feeling a bit anxious, I pushed the door open and, naked, stepped out into the yard with the tea. There was a high wall all round with a door on one side. In the middle was an old plastic table and four chairs on which sat some men. They were dressed in a variety of old, dirty clothes and, by the smell, hadn't washed for weeks. They were unshaven with filthy hands and their eyes widened as they saw my naked body. My hands shook as I put the tea on the table and then I heard Bill behind me say "These are some homeless guys I've known for years. I like to give 'em something hot when they're in the area" and he gave a dirty laugh. The men grinned and revealed blackened teeth and wet tongues. "You guys doing ok? Said Bill, pushing me forward towards an old, wizened man with sores on his face and a runny nose. "Not bad,"said one. "But it's good of you to give us a drink, Bill." As he spoke, the old man began to fiddle with my cock, rubbing it with his dry, wrinkled fingers. Despite myself, I got aroused and my cock sprang up in his grasp. "Lovely!" He cackled. To my disgust, he dipped his head and took it into his mouth, sucking it in as snot dripped from his nose onto the base of my cock. But it was warm and wet and I gasped as he sucked it to full erection. I heard the rustle of clothing and saw the other men opening their filthy trousers to reveal their stiffening cocks. The old man stopped sucking me and kissed my throbbing shaft. "Does he like to fuck, Bill?" He asked. Bill laughed and tweaked my nipple and cupped my balls. "Looks like it, doesn't it." The others laughed as the old man stood up and dropped his trousers. He wasn't wearing underwear and his cock was small and limp beneath his hairy belly. He bent over the table and spread his cheeks. His hole was slack and not entirely clean. Bill produced a tube and smeared KY into the old man's arsehole. "Come on then, dearie," He said "Climb on." Before I could say anything, Bill grabbed my cock with one hand and positioned it, while pushing me forward with the other. I gasped as I felt my cock slide into the hot, wet rectum and the old man gasped with pleasure. "Oh yes! Lovely! Fuck it hard!" He gasped. The other men closed in on us, stroking my arse, feeling my balls and squeezing my cock where it disappeared into the old man's hole. I began to thrust hard into the old body, relishing the wet, hot rectum squeezing along the length of my cock. Bill bent and whispered into the old man's ear. "You dirty sod. Want him to cum in you? His cum's right toxic, mate"

PART 13 Ted smiled as he opened the door. In the light, he looked pretty much as I had remembered him from the booth, except maybe a few more years older than I had thought. But definitely as tall as I had thought and just as tbin, if not thinner. He had on a white tank top that cling to his thin frame and loose basketball shorts. As I looked closer, I could see the outline of his cock thru the thin satiny fabric. He caught me stAring and grinned even bigger as he guided me in by putting an arm around my shoulder. His apartment was clean and nice, not fancy, but definitely comfortable. But that was all I took in as Ted guided my down the hallway immediately, and into his “fuck room” as he called it. I took in what was normally a bedroom. It had a small desk and computer in one corner and one wall lined fully with mirrors, another wall had a tv screen already playing gay porn, and then a full size bed wa against another wall. Finally, hanging from the ceiling in another corner opposite of the mirrored wall was what I instinctively knew to be a sex swing, a sling. I don’t even know if the door was all the way shut before he was naked and urging me to take my clothes off. I was embarrassed that I was already hard, but quickly stripped. This was different than the booths. Ted had the lights bright in the room and he stopped and took a long look at my naked body. “Chris, are you SURE you are 18? Absolutely sure?”, he said with amlittle doubt. I was afraid he was going to stop and immediately spoke out “I swear to god I am 18. I can show you my license and everything. I am still in high school and live with my parents but I am 18. Please don’t make me leave.” I scrambled to my shorts and pulled out my wallet. He waved it away. “Chris I trust you. I am glad you trusted me enough to show me your ID. I don’t need to actually see it. You know what I really liked? I really liked how bad you want to be here. And that was really your first time at a bookstore like that wasn’t it?”, he said as he started handling his cock. I noddedand then added “I did get fucked one other time, but the other day at the bookstore was my second time with a guy. Or guys, I guess.”, as I laughed nervously. “Fuck that’s hot. And now you are here, all in a week. You must be so horny. All those years I bet, just thinking about cock and man sex, jerking off every day. And now finally, you discovered it. You tried it. And you just want it more and more. And the best part is you are already hooked on raw sex. I bet you wouldn’t let me use a condom if I wanted to.”, he said softly. At that last line, a visible look of fear shot across my face. “Don’t worry”, he continued, “there’s no way I would do that to you. No condoms right?” I shook my head. “Why don’t you say it. Say it out loud so I know you mean it. I know I don’t want to use a condom when I fuck you. I want to fuck that hole bareback and I want to shoot my load deep inside it. My poz load. Is that what you want too?” I gulped and in a quiet voice, I said those two words out loud, “no condoms.” “And how do you want me to fuck you?”, he whispered as he edged closer. “Bareback no condom.”, I said louder now as the excitement of the moment grew. “And my load? Do you want my poz load inside your hole? Do you want me to cum inside you Chris?”, he asked. “I want it! I want your cum in me. Please just fuck me til you cum. It’s ok.” I practically begged. His hard cock was now inches from my eager mouth but he paused and asked me another question, “You do know I have HIV Chris? And my cum is full of it. Are you sure this is what it want? Cuz I want to fuck you so bad and I want to flood that little hole, but I want to make sure you want it?” The way he said it was genuine not concern, but just really wanting to make sure this 18 year old kid knew what he was getting himself into. As serious a topic, somehow the gesture just made the whole scene sexier. I didn’t know what to say except the truth. “I don’t know. I love getting fucked but there’s something about knowing you are giving me your cum. I can’t help it. It’s like my favorite part of it and I just want it. I know it’s dangerous but I can’t help it. I don’t even know why but I just feel like I need it. Like I really need it. Even if, even if it’s so risky. Please, you’ll still cum inside me right?” In the moment, in that sex room, actually talking about all this stuff, it was almost too much and my need made me emotional. Ted looked down at me, my face a picture of desperation with tears almost swimming in my eyes, so hungry for him. “Don’t worry baby. I have so much cum for that hole. I’m gonna give you a huge load. Just what you need.” And the distance closed and my mouth opened and I was sucking his cock, worshipping it.

PART 11 There I stood, naked from the waist down in only a T-shirt. My legs were still a little rubbery from balancing myself while the last guy had fucked me. And my dick was still rock hard. The adrenaline and endorphins kicking thru my 18 year old body, combined with the raunch of where I was with all this porn and the smell of cum all around me, knowing guys are getting off in the booths around me, was almost too much to take. My senses had long since gone to overload. It was like being starving and then getting to eat at the best buffet you could imagine. And even though my legs felt like jelly and my hole was already a little sore, I couldn’t shut it off, that feeling of needing cock and cum. And now here I was, with multiple loads already in me, standing naked in front of a total stranger. Thru the glare off the screen I could get a decent look at him as we sized each other up. He was definitely in his 40’s and tall, really tall. And very thin. He was mostly balding and had his hair cropped very short, which combined with his mustache just made him extra hot to me. This time it was me thst closed the distance as I reached out and stroked his cock thru his pants. “Still hungry?” He whispered. Without a word he tugged my shirt off and then he slipped his shirt off and his pants. We were both totally nude in the booth. And now seeing him naked, I just wanted him more. He had to be st least 6 4” and something about how thin he was just made him sexier. And then there was his cock. It was gorgeous. He was more than half hard already and I could see a perfect cut cock, at least 8 inches with a nice prounounced head and just the slightest upward arch along the thick shaft. And his massive balls hung low as they sagged below. I began to slide to my knees but he stopped me. “Turn around boy. Bend over and show me that ass,” he whispered in my ear as he spun me around. I put my knees up against the bench and spread myself wide for him. I could sense as he slid down on his knees, putting his face level with my ass. “Fuck yeah” he whispered, “look at that hole. All that cum. Fucking hot boy.” I responded by trying to spread even wider and pushing my ass out. I felt him gripping my ass cheeks and then his beard as it brushed my ass cheek. And then he was rimming my hole, even more than that, he was devouring it. I bucked uncontrollably as he held me in place. I am sure I made noise as I gasped and sighed as my body shuddered while he made love to my hole with his mouth. The way he teased and licked and literally fucked my hole with his tongue was almost beyond what I could take. It felt so good, and with my hands holding me up, my hard cock just swayed in the air leaking precum as I ground my ass back. Then he was up and I could feel him as he bent over me. I felt his hot breath against my neck as he spoke to me. “How old are you boy?” I whispered my age back. “18 and in an adult book store getting fucked. And taking loads. You horny little fucker.” “It’s my first time here. I just... I really like getting fucked and the guys didn’t want to use condoms so I...” i drifted off, unsure what to say. The whole time I could feel his cock resting in my ass crack, driving me crazy. “I don’t like condoms either.” He whispered as he breathed hot and heavy in my ear. “That’s ok. I don’t... I don’t like them either. You can cum in me.” I whispered urgently, my need for cock overpowering me. “Yeah. You fucking like having a guy cum in you don’t you? I have a huge load for you. Do you want it? Do you want me to cum in you?” He asked as he grinded against my hole. “Yeah. I fucking want it please. You can cum in me please.” I practically begged. And now his hand was down there and I felt the pressure of that hard cock as it forced my hole open. “Yeah open up for me. Open up that hole.” He whispered as he drove his cock into me. I concentrated on relaxing my hole as he worked it open. With all the cum me cocks I had already taken, it wasn’t long before my hole blossomed for him and he began to fuck me harder. Leaning over me again he whispered “what’s your boy?” I managed to whimper out my name. “Chris, you have such a hot right hole. I want to fuck it again. I’m gonna leave you my number to call me when you need more cum. Do you want my cum? Want me to cum inside you Chris?” “Please. Please cum inside me. I want it. I want it so badly.” I did beg this time. “It’s such a big load Chris. My balls make so much cum. I want to flood you so bad. Is it ok that I have hiv?” He whispered in my ear. An electric jolt went thru me. I had a an hiv oositive cock inside me. A really big cock that was hitting me so deep and felt so good. And that breath against my neck and in my ear and the feel of his hands pulling my hips back to meet his body. My body made the decision for me. “It’s ok.” I whispered so quietly I wasn’t sure he heard me. Then he kissed my neck. “I’m gonna give you my load in a few seconds Chris. And I’ll be in you forever. You want that fucking cum Chris? Want me to shoot my load inside you?” He said thru clenched teeth. “Please! I want it I want it I want your cum.” And I did. I was pushing back bf when he gripped my hips extra tight I pushed back hard to make sure that cock was as deep in my guts as it could be when the first jets of cum pulsed out of the head. “Fuck yeah, take it chris. Take that fucking load.” He grunted as he bucked and jabbed his cock deeper with each throb of his cock. I clenched and pulled at his cock with my hole, trying to milk every drop out. As his orgasm subsided and he came down, he slowly slid out of me. We were both silent as we dressed. Then he handed me a piece of paper. “That’s my number Chris . My place is only a few minutes away. When that hole needs more cum, you call me, ok?” Taking the paper I nodded. Looking closely at me, es asked quietly, “are you ok with that poz cum inside you right now Chris? No regrets?” I was nervous as hell but I wasn’t regretting it. “No...I... i liked it.” He smiled and ruffled my hair. “Don’t make me wait for that hole. I want it again. Soon! And call anytime. No matter what time it is, when you want my special cum, you just call Rich” And then the door was open and he was out and the door closed again. I wasn’t sure my legs would work to get me to the parking lot. Finally, I took a deep breath and opened the door and walked out. As I wobbled out, the clerk looked at me and winked. I had been there over an hour and had taken four loads. And Ted.... he had told me he had hiv and I still couldn’t stop. And now I had his number. He was so hot. Safe in my car, the reality hit me and I got the shakes a little. I was 18 and had just had unprotected sex it’s four guys and one for sure has hiv. And Ted was so hot and his cock as perfect. And when he can his cock throbbed so hard it felt like it must be pumping jets of cum. And he told me to call anytime. Like he knows I can’t resist him. All of this rushed thru my head. And I knew even then, I was gonna call ted. It was just a matter of how long i could hold out. And the bookstore, oh I was going to be there a lot.

PART 6 I spent the whole drive over shaking I was so nervous. Over and over i told myself to just turn around and what what was I thinking risking so much? The first time I didn’t know til it was too late , but this was different. And I couldn’t pretend to myself it wasn’t. My hard cock and hungry ass were leading me, overpowering every thought I had to just get away! There was no hiding it, Tim had told me flat out. He was hiv positive, poz as he called it. And he didn’t use condoms. And he had no intention of pulling out. And I had seen that huge cock and knew how deep it could be when he came. And I had seen those giant cum producing balls. He had to shoot a massive load. He will fill me up with it, his sperm. His HIV positive sperm. Spurt after spurt, his cock all the way inside me erupting. And fear took more of a backseat. I was a horny as hell 18 year old that had just discovered bottoming and had done it with a hot experienced hung top. And he had fucked me bareback and cum in me my first time. I couldn’t help wanting more. And I knew how amazing Tim was, how he had made it feel so good, had made me so hungry for cock and so wanting to be a proud gay bottom. A bareback bottom now, on my way to see him again. Still shaking, I rang his bell and he answered obviously nude and obviously knowing it would be me knocking. “I’m so glad you are here. I have thought about that hot ass so many time these last few days. And the way that mouth felt on my cock. And the taste of your asshole. Wanna go straight up?” He welcomed me shutting the door. Nodding eagerlly at home he responded by leading me up to the room I had been in before. This time, I was tearing at my clothes, my cock like steel already and eyes focused on Tim’s already hard meat. Naked, I fell to my knees and licked the shaft from the base to the head, before swirling my tongue around the big mushroom head. Tasting precum, I lost my self and opened wide and took as much as I could. Concentrating on relaxing my throat, I tried to take more and more burn woukd gag occasionally and have to back off. I was trying my best to please him, to be a good cocksucker. “Fuck yeah”, he growled, “that’s so good. Suck that fucking dick. Get it ready. I’m gonna fuck you with it in about 30 seconds.” I grew every more eAger in my sucking, wanting to show my enthusiasm for what he said. “Get up, get on the bed on your back and pull your legs up,” he ordered as he reached for his lube and applied some to my hole and to his cock. Standing over me, his cock head an inch from my starving hole, he looked down and asked me, “what’s my boy want? Does my boy want me to put my cock inside him right now?” “Yes! Fuck yes”, I cried out. “There’s no condom on this cock”, he whispered as he began to tease my hole by rubbing the tip against it. “No condom. No condom.”, I repeated in an almost begging tone. He was driving me to the edge, making me want him so badly. “Should I pump all of my cum Into your hole when I shoot? Should I give you my sperm when we both know I am hiv positive? What do you want?”, he whispered as the pressure on my hole gradually increased. “I want you to cum in me, fill me up with it! All of it! PleAse just please fuck me til you cum!” I whimpered. With that, he pushed in and i I felt that piercing pain followed by a dull ache as my almost virgin hole tried to relax. He gently worked his big meat into me, slowly rocking his hips pushing deeper and deeper. Then starting to take longer strokes as my breath became gasps and I started losing myself to the sensations of pleasure in my hole. It wasn’t long til I was lost. The only thing on earth that mattered was Tim and his huge cock and me and my tight little hole. We were connected. Eyes locked, him grunting and huffing as I began to feel my breAth knocked out with every deep stroke. His ball were now slapping against me when he drove home and I reveled in knowing he was in me ball deep. I was taking all of him. Raw. He was pumping hArd and his thrusts began to pick up speed, his ups bucking erratically. I recognized this from last time and concentrated on trying to take every single bit of that cock inside me while squeezing and miliking it. “Fuck yes, squeeze that fucking cock Chris. Earn that load. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my sperm in you.” He grunted. “Fucking please cum in me. Please cum in me. I want it in me. I want your cum all inside me. I won’t let it leak at all. Please!” I begged him. “Big poz load. Gonna give it to you. Fucking dump that cum deep inside you.!” He muttered between clenched teeth as he was slamming into me. “Yeah. Big load. Big poz load. Inside me. All of it. Poz load inside me. Poz load inside Me.” I just kept saying it. Then I felt it his pace grew ever faster and then he drove deep and collapsed onto me and i felt that huge rod pulse and throb as his sperm entered me and splattered into my guts. I squeezed and milked it and wrapped my arms around him to hold him insode me. The throbs slowly ebbed and he pulled back up and looked down at me. My stomach was covered in my own cum? I had shot without touching myself. He made no move to pull out and I made no attempt to back off it. Instead I looked up with a guilty grin and knew inside there was no way I could stop doing this. Getting fucked without condoms and taking Tim’s cum. It was like a drug. I was already hooked. What was I gonna do now? This is crazy! But fuck his cum is in me and that thought still scared me but it was turning me on more. A lot more.

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

Took an anonymous load today. Waited ass up in a jock. Guy came over, started by fingering my hole, and then slid inside me. Started off slow, sliding in and out. He picked up the pace and really started fucking me. Felt amazing, could feel him hitting my prostate. Then he went it as deep as he could and bred me. Sure hope to get another load from him again soon.

I do not believe you can upload videos onto this site, only post links to videos. I even have to convert a few seconds long WEBP file to a GIF to upload it.

There's no easy answer, is there? Given the eventual hit of a serious storm, sure - I'd move to somewhere safer, but where ? The climate is worsening everywhere on Earth these days ... where would be better? I loved living in Chicago, but the winters were just frozen hell. I love living in SoFl too, for a number of reasons. Prices for houses in my neighborhood are up 8x more than I paid a few years ago. But, move to where? I don't want to have to learn a new language. I like my house, my neighborhood, the friends I've made, all of that, I like all the raw sex, I like my life here. Peddle it all and move to where ??? I'll most likely wind up taking the storm-hit when it comes, pick up the pieces, and stay put.

Fucking hot man! I’d like to join this gang bang in real life!!😈

Were meeting again tonight (Fri) instead of weekend and he promises to breed me all night (ive cialis on standby for him incase)......Just off to get ready & start douching out now (i can still smell his spunk in my hole from yesterday)......we,ll invite other tops to join us around 11pm - (no loads refused)

Right, but there's also a difference between the two: one you take to avoid infection with a virus that can kill you and even if it doesn't, it will beat the crap out of your system unless you vigilantly adhere to your treatment. The other is that treatment, trying to keep you alive.

I love it, do it a lot specially when my partner organizes a fuck session for me or even in the sauna / bars where I just lay on the sling with a blindfold and let go

Part 8: A dirty dozen, that was my goal, to bury my Wreckin-AIDs-Bone in at least a dozen of these uppity, white, moneyed, high-society asses. A dirty dozen pussy holes filled with POZ thug nutt. A dirty dozen faggies used, abused, and discarded – just the way pussy bottoms should be – or hell pussy tops too. The party the two daddies had invited me to as my debut to NYC’s finest, was being held in the fanciest house/penthouse I had ever seen outside of a movie. The place was full of the gay elite, all dressed in high end clothes, all drinking only the finest booze, all eating the finest food and consuming the best other goodies their money could provide. What about me? Well I’m a young, skinny thug who is a dirty freak with a body caked in dirt and grime from being homeless, and the dried ass juices of my rape conquests. So back to my count. 12. The last load may not be as large, but it will be twice as potent, sort of like one of those science experiments in high school where you watch the glass beaker as the dirty bits settle to the bottom. Number 12 will be like that. The most potent, distilled, chunky bits of my AIDs virus. 12 - that’s like what? Olympic gold medal worthy for pussy beating and breeding? HA! #1 was daddy #2 – the ‘top daddy’ – fucking yeah right. He loved being my slut bitch and took my raw dick like a champ. #2 was Mateo – the ‘other’ son – the maid’s boy. Hot little, Latin peach ass; his light cocoa cheeks slurped my charged load. Did he fight me a little? Yeah but he wanted it. Now to consider #3-12. Hmmm… the party had now degenerated into an all out fuck-fest and reminded me of the ABS. There was ass, dick, and whatever the fuck hanging and banging all over the place, yet some of these queens were still giving me the evil eye and I could still hear the occasional, condescending whisper. Time to outline my pozzing strategy. Basically it comes down to conquer the top of the faggy food chain and work my way through the ranks. I planned to fucking rape and bust my dirty load in the handsomest guy there. You know how this type of crowd is? They all got money and when you talking that level of cash, ain’t much to diss about, so then it’s about the looks. It was easy to pick out the top dawg in this pound. He was a total model, GQ, all-American, GI Joe, whateva the fuck, while I was probably the ugliest fucker in the place. But like I said – ugly don’t mean shit when you got a 10-inch dick of death like mine! Ha! Before I taught that dawg his lesson, I flopped my big black dick out through the zipper in my jeans and took a casual stroll through the penthouse in full swagger. I smoked a cigarette as I eyed all the action, and let them eye my drippy, toxic monster. A few bitches were in such heat they tried to grab and snag my dick, but I made it clear I was the one who decided who got fucked and when, not the other way around. Back in the main living area my target was bent over and taking some little dicked fucker in his ass. They giggled, he pulled off the dick, they switched, and he started to fuck the other guy. He and his minions sounded like a bunch of girls out shopping for purses the way they were talking – not some freaks serious about sex and nutt. He was lucky I’m a good man. I could have easily spiked his drink or something, knocked him out and had my way – but I wanted him to know what he was getting and for others to see him submit to me – to bow and worship the superior black god! “SUCK MY DICK!” I bellowed like a bull as I plowed through the outer edges of the minion gaggle. My target paused, looked at me, sneered, and ignored me. Big mistake. I walked up him, the dude cowered a little, his sneer less sure now and I snorted smoke out my nose and bellowed again, “SUCK MY DICK!” He paused and turned with a smirk ready to make some caddy comment when my right fist flashed out and gave him a light thug tap on the side of the face. That stopped his mouth. The guy he was fucking ran like a fox was in the hen house, and my target’s eyes got wide in shock and fear. “SUCK MY DICK,” I said in a the voice of a true BBC Master and without almost realizing it he dropped to his knees, opened that faggy mouth, and let me in. “TASTE THAT POZ DRIBBLE, CHOKE ON THAT FUCKIN AIDS BONE,” I told him as some of those watching gasped and stood back, while others inched closer. That’s called separating the herd. This bull planned to mount those heifers that were trying to run, so I fixed their faces in my mind and could already picture my AIDs coursing through their infected white asses. Back to my current conquest. “OPEN THAT FUCKING THROAT, SPIT MY SHIT UP YOU COCK SUCKING FAGGOT – THAT’S IT – SLURP IT TO THE HILT – WORK THAT TONGUE – FUCK YEAH YOU GOT THOSE BIG SUCKING LIPS, LIKE PUSSY LIPS, WET AND PINK. STAND THE FUCK UP SO I CAN INSPECT THAT HOLE.” With spit and precum dribbling down his chin he stood up looking dazed, confused, and struggling with what was happening. Before he had time to consider further I pushed him face first into the couch, jumped on his lower back so my left leg was holding him down, and with my right hand started clawing at his ass hole, scratching it up and getting it primed. I gave an evil smile to the guys watching, held up my now red coated fingers, and with more gasps urging me on, swung back around, spread his legs, then dropped down onto that winking pucker and raped the son of a bitch good. As I grabbed the back of the couch with both hands, trapping my victim and impaling him deeper on my raw dick, I told him exactly what was to come, “RIPPING THAT FAG PUSSY UP WITH MY BLACK DICK – BUSTING YOU OPEN – MAKING YOU KNOW WHAT A REAL MOTHA-FUCKIN DICK FEELS LIKE! I FEEL THAT INNER HOLE TRYING TO HOLD ME BACK, WHAT – YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCKING STOP ME? YEAH CRY FOR ME BITCH – FEEL ME PUNCH THROUGH, FIND THOSE GUTS – OPEN THAT SHITTER UP. TIME TO MARK THAT ASS, BREED IT WITH MY AIDS NUTT, WRECK THAT HOLE RIGHT – HERE IT FUCKING COMES – YOU READY? NO THE FUCK YOU AIN’T BUT YOU’RE GETTING IT ANYWAYS – RIGHT – THE – FUCK – NOW!!!” #3 down, #4 I caught as he tried to back away from me down a hallway. I mounted him right there. His cries and begging let the whole fucking party know his tight hole was broken and open for business. This was an angry fuck. He was one of the heifers that tried to run and had to be taught; you don’t run from the bull. You push that hole out and get mounted however the fuck I want. I lit a cigarette and moved on, swaggered my stride –and looked down at the remnants of his cherry pie hole coating my dick. HA! I was like the Trojan Horse at Troy. I was a creeper. I sneak in during the dark of night and what you saw on the outside – my 10-inch BBC – was only part of the surprise – it was what came pouring out from the inside that was deadly. As I blew my AIDs nutt in him I had cum extra hard thinking about how it would ravage his pretty looks and turn him into a skin and bones fucker like me. It didn’t take long for my balls to churn up another poisonous load and my dick stiffened as I realized I was making my own zombie army – a penthouse of the walking dead, they just didn’t know it yet. #5 was some THROT. He was not one of the ones that ran away, and his ass took me too easy, but when he started begging with, ‘fuck me with that prison dick,’ ‘jail house fuck me’, that just pissed me off so I had to get extra rough for him talking dumb shit. WTF is wrong with folks thinking all black youngins been in jail or have been rolled up like that? #6 was a shy, submissive, little fucking cheater bitch. I had seen him lurking in the shadows, furtively glancing, trying to hide and watch at the same time. But then he would dart away as some older white dude would enter the room. I came across them once as the older guy was fucking him and bitch had a look of total boredom, but his eyes lit the fuck up when my beefy charcoal steak stepped within inches of his face. Next time I saw him I double stepped quick and just before he darted back down a hall I whispered as I got next to him, “WANNA FEEL ME DEEP IN YOUR PUSSY?” He nodded. I shoved him into the first unlocked room I found. We were in a bedroom that it looked like guests had been dumping their clothes and stuff in. I made sure we were alone, locked the door, turned on the lights and chuckled as this little white bitch cowered in front of me. Fuck that made my shit hard! “WANNA FEEL ME DEEP IN YOUR PUSSY?” I asked again. He nodded, swallowed, and then seemed to change his mind and tried to dart past me to the door while babbling how his boyfriend would kill him if he found out. I snatched his arm, easily dragged his little faggy ass to the bed and threw him on it. “YOU’RE GONNA TAKE ME DEEP IN YOUR PUSSY,” I told him as I pushed his legs back, pinning his ankles by his shoulders and exposing his tight hole. He mouthed NO, NO, NO over and over as his eyes got wider and wider to match the stretching of his bussy. Once his ass ring had been stretched to the max and I started to break it down, his eyes rolled back, he dug into my shoulders with his fingernails and started to slobber and beg, “Fuck me with your nicca dick. I need that dark dick deep. Fuck me nicca - oh my fucking God that feels so good – deeper, fuck me…nicca oh Christ!” I had to chuckle, yeah its always the shy quiet ones that when you bang their ass their freak comes out. I rolled him back so he was bent like a pretzel and straddled that busted hole that was now dripping red, pink, and white froth. I eased out, slammed down in and bounced using the flex of the bed to give me a boost and as I took the faggy’s ass said, “WHO’S ASS IS THAT NOW FAGGOT? THAT’S RIGHT MINE! WHO’S PUSSY IS THAT NOW? THAT’S RIGHT, THIS TOP NICCA’S. YOU NOTHING BUT A NICCA’S BITCH – SLAVE TO YOUR NICCA MASTER – WHIP YOUR PUSSY WITH MY BLACK ROPE, FUCK YOU WITH THIS NICCA BULL DICK, RAPE YOU GOOD WITH MY AIDS BONE!!” I bounced up and down and side to side and dug his shit out. Tears streamed out of his now shut eyes as I sent him to world’s of ecstasy his boyfriend never could or would. “THAT’S RIGHT – JUICY ASS FOR MY BULL DICK – YOU FUCKING CUM DUMP SLAVE, GIVING IT TO YOUR NICCA MASTER. GONNA BREED THAT PUSSY DEEP WITH MY NUTT – HERE I GO BABY, PLEASE YOUR NICCA MASTER – SACRIFICE THAT HOLE TO YOUR NICCA – ANOTHER WHITE FAGGOT NOTCH IN MY BELT – FUCKING BREEDING YOU – UUUUGGGHHH!!!” I had to catch my breath a minute after that hella good nutt. The guy’s chest was heaving, not sure what for as I did all the fucking work, but made me smile and I smiled even wider when I looked down and saw a fresh coating of ass stains on my jeans from his shredded hole. I lifted his legs back up like I was changing a diaper and was satisfied that he was marked good – inside and out. I held him like that, grabbed a belt, some shirts, and took a minute to truss him up like a farm animal at the county fair. He started to say something and I shut him up by jamming someone’s dirty underwear in his mouth. I stood back, lit a cigarette, and opened the door. As I walked down the hall two other predators who had been lurking outside the bedroom stepped in and I could hear the guy’s grunts as they began to use his nutted hole too. #7 was almost the opposite as it was the top who asked me to mount his husband as he said he wanted to get into rougher kink and tag team sessions, but his husband always said no. He also indicated his husband was a bit of a racist who always turned up his nose to anyone darker than white copier paper. I blazed a trail rough and quick down that shit chute as the husband fought and hollered to no avail much to the top’s delight who continued the rough fuck once I had nutted – pushing my POZ nutt around and using it as lube up his husband’s hole. #8 were two bottom buddies who clung to each other like Capuchin monkeys. They were alone in the kitchen sipping wine so I made one bend over and suck his buddy’s dick and blew some AIDs up his ass. Nothing spectacular about either except the extra thrill I got making it hurt and breaking his hole up good. Yeah he’ll walk funny tomorrow – if he remembers what the fuck happened. I wandered around, smoked, scoped out my next victim, smoked some more and when it was time to let out a huge bladder of piss I found one of those eager beaver queens who I knew had a big sloppy cunt and laughed like a mother fucker as he grumbled in surprise at getting a gut full of hot piss and not a drop of nutt! Good old BBC colon cleanse. #9 was totally anonymous. Looked like some new folks had shown up, maybe they had gone out first then came here. It didn’t matter, the penthouse was still jamming with folks fucking and ducking and my nutts were loaded and ready to discharge. I was up on the second floor and thinking again how fucking huge this place was, when I walked past a room that had just a spotlight from the ceiling on that lit up some thick dude. He was naked, blindfolded, ass up on an ottoman with some sort of mask on that had pointy ears on it and the patches over the eyes were closed and there were little silver rings in the snout and I could then tell it was supposed to make him look like a dog. A bitch. How appropriate. HA! I stepped closer, touching the collar and thick chain that draped from his neck down to the floor and as I would the chain up around my wrist pulling it taught and snapping his head and neck back I stepped towards his back to inspect his ass and paused and laughed at the rubber tail that was jammed up his hole. The little bitch’s pup tail was wagging back and forth in excitement as the pup knew his MASTER TOP DAWG had arrived. I laughed louder when I saw the sign taped onto his back ‘PLEASE LOOK BUT DON’T TOUCH’. I yanked his tail out with a POP and a yelp from the pup. I dropped a few long strings of smoke spit into his still slightly gaping hole, lined my dick head up to his prize, grabbed his thick waist and split him wide open as I buried my bone. The pup yelped louder, hefted his hips up like a good bitch, and let me knot him deep until I blew my jizz and made sure that bitch was pregnant with my AIDs puppies. I popped his tail back in and the only signs that anyone had been around was the little stream of ass juice running out from under the tail, which the pup was having to clamp his ass around to keep in place now. #10 was a fucking balls-to-the-wall bug chaser. For a shy nerdy lil’dude he had some big ones and came right out and asked me to POZ his ass. No stealth bombs for him. I had run out of cigarettes, found daddy #1 – one of my hosts and the bottom, well I had turned his top husband into a bottom too, but minor point – who had called downstairs and 5 fucking minutes later a little bell hop/door man was at the door with a fucking carton of Newports and two lighters – no charge. I could get used to that shit. Anyways, when the cigarettes arrived, daddy #1 had pulled me to the side, asked if I was having fun, assured me I would have a stack of Franklin$ like I had never seen before as a number of guests had paid tribute to the “thug top” fund. Fuck yeah! So then daddy #1 told me that he had someone I needed to meet, who had been waiting all evening for my attention. I was guided up to the third floor – fuck yes they had a third God damn floor, which I had not even seen yet – and to the ‘billiards room’, which was just a fucking pansy name for where the pool table and games were. Sitting in the chair sipping on some dark liquor was the ugliest little man I had seen at this party, and he had a fucking baby dick. Daddy #1 squeezed my arm and said, “Right? Sad isn’t it. But her bank account rivals J.P. Morgan – you know – like tycoon money. Well let’s just say he has more money than the rest of us combined.” I was left alone with my new victim, he emptied his glass, pushed his glasses back up on his crooked nose, held out a set of keys on a gold key ring and bluntly said, “I’ll give you the keys to this 2016 Mercedes Benz if you will convert me. I am negative and want to be positive. Do you understand? Furthermore, I want it…rough…brutal...no mercy, no limits, complete and utter rape fuck. Hit me, bruise me, blood slam me, anything you want and need to do to ensure I get your AIDS.” First, clearly this dude was used to getting what he wanted, but what would I do with a whip? I wouldn’t even know where to sell it and there is too much risk with that sort of shit. This is cash on demand. Second, WTF? This as a freak of the highest degree who had been spending too much time on the internet looking at crazy ass sites. My victim set his glass down as I swaggered over, my throbbing dick already streaming venomous cum out my piss hole. He reached out to stroke it and I backhanded him – hard. His glasses went flying, his mouth gaped, he rubbed his cheek and I said, “YOU’VE GOT SOME FUCKING NERVE TO ASSUME IT IS THAT EASY. IF YOU WANT MY POZ DICK THEN YOU WILL AGREE TO MY TERMS: · I WILL FUCK YOU WHEN I WANT AND HOW I WANT NO QUESTIONS, IFS, ANDS, OR BUTS. · YOUR ASS WILL BLEED, YOUR BODY WILL BE BRUISED, I WILL FUCKING USE YOU LIKE THE WORTHLESS BUG-CHASING FAGGOT YOU ARE. · YOU WILL GET TESTED NOW WITH ONE OF THOSE IN-HOME QUICK HIV TESTS. I NEED PROOF YOUR FAGGOT ASS IS NOT PLAYING ME. · I’LL TAKE THE TEST TOO TO SHOW YOU MY THUG NUTT HAS THE RIGHT STUFF TO INFECT YOU. · YOU WILL MAKE YOURSELF AVAILABLE TO ME TO BREED AND RAPE ANYTIME I SAY SO IN YOUR HOME. IF YOU WANT ME TO BEAT THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF YOU, IT NEEDS TO BE PRIVATE, AND I NEED VIDEO AND WRITTEN ASSURANCES NO CHARGES WILL BE FILED AND THAT EVERYTHING WE DO IS BY CONSENT. · NO FUCKING WITH ANY OTHERS TOPS – I WANT TO KNOW IT IS MY VIRUS THAT’S GOING TO DROP YOU OUT. · THERE WILL BE A PAYMENT REQUIRED UP FRONT, AND ONCE I HAVE CONVERTED YOU, YOU WILL PAY ME IN CASH, WHATEVER PRICE I DETERMINE, AND NONE OF THIS DANGLING KEYS SHIT. I’M NOT A FUCKING PET. · NOW PUT YOUR FUCKING NUMBER IN MY PHONE WHILE I GET SHIT DELIVERED. Less than 20 minutes later we were both sitting in chairs in the billiards room, waiting for the results of the mouth swabs and once again I told myself I needed a fucking door man. My victim continued to drink and blather on about how and why he wanted to get the bug. Like I give a shit. But I listened, smoked my Newports, and let him work through whatever the fuck mommy and daddy issues he had. Jesus Fucking Christ! The poor little rich man. HA! Time to check the results. My victim held his swab out and we both looked. NEGATIVE. He smiled in a ‘see I told you so’ way. Yeah I should have broke his nose then. My turn. I truly didn’t know, or care. But this fucking payday was too damn good so I rolled the dice. Could I be negative? Sure. Likely? No fucking way, not with all the ass I bloodied up and fucked raw. I calmly held my swab out – POSITIVE. My victim smiled and sighed in relief, I smiled seeing dollar signs. Yeah my AIDS was confirmed, so what? Nothing changed. I wasted no time, grabbed my rich-ass victim, slammed him face down onto the pool table, and raped his fucking white ass. My dick was brutal and steel hard knowing every drip of nutt was POZ and I was infecting him for sure. He cried, he screamed, I slapped him good and pounded that sissy hole like no tomorrow. His white cheeks were turning 50 shades of purple from the bruises I inflicted by the time I creampied his pussy and he fucking loved it! This bitch was my future for sure, so you know he and I will be seeing each other again real soon. TRUTH! #11 was a passed out dude on the balcony, terrace, or whatever the fuck they call it. Shawty pretty boy, maybe a drag queen or shit when he dolls up, that sort of pretty. I had stepped outside for a bit to smoke, relax and get away from the pushy, eager pansies, and there he was. Naked as a baby, lying on a padded bench, all alone and ready. His big, round ass cheeks called to me and so I poked him, spoke to him, and got no response. I checked his breathing to make sure he had not overdosed or some shit and he was ok – just bongo fucked up. I sat down on the bench, pushed him to the side a little, spread his cheeks open, spit on his hole, then started digging. He did not even flinch when my long fingernails cut his ass ring open and showed me the red. FUCK YEAH! I climbed up on his mounds, pushed the air out of his lungs as I mounted him, found the center of his cakes, and blasted his hole open as I forced myself in – dry as a bone. He moaned a little, but still did not wake up as I assaulted his ass. Fucking PNP twinks could not even enjoy the thug BBC they were getting. No matter, I bloodied and nutted that raw pussy hole good and left him like I found him. The night was winding down, I was feeling the burning in my balls from generating so much toxic cum, the ache in my thighs from all the pounding, the grumbling in my stomach. I took a break to eat, so with that settled tallied my victim count – one left. #12 took me a little time to settle on. By now, I could have had any ass I wanted and there were lots of willing victims. But I needed something twisted, vicious, and extreme. I wandered around, smoked, stroked my BBC as I watched some folks to keep my juices primed, and considered my options. I came across this handsome guy standing in a doorway watching and using his cell to take some vids and shots as an older guy fucked some twink. He had a look of total pride on his face as he watched those two and stroked his dick, which was about 7-inches. He paused as I stopped beside him, smiled as he saw my dick, nodded his head towards the bed and asked, “Do you want to fuck my son with me?” As I took that in and wondered if he meant his blood son or just what he called his younger partner, the two on the bed finished up, the old guy left, and the twink stood up and walked over. I looked from the handsome guy, to the twink, then back – yeah they was blood. The twink was like a mini-me version of his dad, although frankly the dad looked great and could have passed for his older brother. My dick twitched and dribbled and I remembered the two daddy hosts saying they had fucked their son and that shit had got me hard, although their kid was adopted. This was true incest – taboo – fucked up extreme – and I wanted in. The dad smiled, winked, and said, “It’s OK, he’s 18 now.” I looked at him and stated – I didn’t ask and it was not a question – “I’M FUCKING HIM RAW UNTIL I CUM.” The dad’s smile got even bigger, and he cautioned, “Tonight’s the first night he has ever taken any dick but mine, and those were about my size. His ass is tight, are you ready to do what must be done to get in there?” Fucking hell – a daddy asking me to rape fuck his son and go where no man has gone before? HA! Without another word I stepped into the room, grabbed the boy by the arm hard enough to know he would be bruised tomorrow, and dragged him towards a high backed chair in the corner. The father followed me and he closed and locked the door so we would not be disturbed. I took my pants off, sat down, passed my cigarette to the father who happily took a drag then blew a cloud into his son’s face while I spread my legs and turned the boy around so I could see his unexplored territory. I dug my finger up in there and his hole was so tight I could barely get it in, but as my nails cut through his little jungle, he cried out – only to get slapped by his daddy who said, “Boy you know better than that.” His daddy then spun him around and drove his dick into his son’s hole as the boy bent over and started to sniff at my monster shaft. “DON’T BE FUCKING AFRAID OF THAT BEAST – HE WON’T BITE – YET!” I said. I then grabbed the boy’s head and pushed his open mouth down onto my shaft making him choke, gag, and spit up a little. “You want me to cum in him first?” the boy’s father asked as he dicked his son’s tight hole. “NO, I WANT TO MAKE THE LITTLE FAG PUSSY CRY,” I said, “MY DICK’S READY.” The father pulled out, the son gulped lungs full of air, I spun him around, his father slapped him again, and I pulled him back until his tight little pucker was lined up with my dick. “Good boy,” the father said. “Make daddy proud now, I don’t want to hear any whining you hear me? Now take a deep breath and let it out, and on the count of 3. Deep breath 1, let it out, deep breath 2 -…” and then the boy started screaming as I pushed my dick into his tight hole and started to shred it like a margarita mixer as I drove my hips up while pulling his body down. “NO DADDY IT HURTS, OH FUCK MAKE HIM STOP, PLEASE DADDY, PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME, AAAWWWW DADDY!!” the boy cried over and over. I just laughed and kept pulling the boy’s body back and slamming into his ass. Fuck I was only ¼ of the way in, wait until he got the rest. SLAP – “I TOLD YOU NO FUCKING WHINING,” the father said as he slapped his son again. Fuck that shit made my dick stiffer and I started nodding in rhythm and smiled at him every time he struck his son. The boy was shaking and sobbing now, but his fucking whining had stopped. I stood up with my dick still in his hole, turned the boy who frantically grabbed the arms of the chair for support, set my right foot back and placed my left foot up on the chair seat and paused. The father was beating his dick like mad as I slowly pulled my black dick to the edge of his son’s bruised hole and paused. The boy’s hole pulsed and twitched and his ass ring was in full-on convulsion around my meat and had turned from a pretty pink, to an angry red. “BEND THE FUCK OVER AND TAKE THIS LONG DICK – PUT THOSE HIPS DOWN AND ARCH THAT BACK, LET YOU FEEL THIS BBC THROBBING AGAINST THOSE WALLS,” I said as I started to go all ripper on his ass. “I’M THAT NICCA BOOTY ASSASSIN, TRYING TO GO ALL KILLA ON THAT BOY PUSSY. LET YOUR DADDY HEAR YOU CRY BOY – LET HIM KNOW HOW MUCH MY SHIT HURTS – HOW I’M SCRAPING THOSE GUT WALLS WITH THIS BIG RAW DICK - WRECKIN THAT HOLE WITH THIS MIGHTY BONE DICK THAT’S RIGHT. YOU WANT ME TO GUT YOU HARDER DON’T YOU?” This was my final POZZING of the night and I wanted to make sure it took. My balls had also been working overtime so while I normally could come on command, this one was going to take a little longer and be more of a marathon fuck than a sprint. By the time I was done this boy’s hole would be stretched, used, and banged the fuck out! Several minutes of constant slam fucking later and the boy was in total ecstatic meltdown and purring like a kitten every time my dick stroked his prostate. You know how some bottoms are just made to take dick? Ever had one where the heart and mind was willing but the ass was not? Not this one. This was a hole a made to order - ultimate pussy boy. The father set a lit cigarette between my lips and let me hit it without having to let go of his son, then as he pulled it away he said, “Can you hold him still? I’m going to try something I think you’ll like.” My finer nails were dug into the boy’s flesh and hooked above his hip bones so he was going nowhere. With both my feet planted on the floor now, the father kneeled in front of his son, slapped his frantic little hands away from his tiny dick which he had been jacking to beat Jesus, and started sucking his boy’s dick. Even over the ass banging I could hear the father slurping on that tiny cock and the boy’s head was bobbing wildly side to side and his arms flailed about like he was at some tent revival and had just found God – well he had, but God turns out to be a 10-inch nicca dick! HA! It wasn’t long before the boy’s cries turned into a warning and a new plea, “OH STOP DADDY, PLEASE DON’T – YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM – PLEASE STOP DADDY – PLEASE…I CAN’T...YOU KNOW ONCE I CUM I CAN’T GET FUCKED ANYMORE…NO DADDY…NO….” Too late. The boy’s little squirrel nutt suck squirted his load into his father’s hungry mouth and when he did – HOLY HELL! His fuck tunnel collapsed, his ass ring clenched tighter than a marching drum, and his pussy creamed all up and down my black dick. Yeah that’s right – that ass pussy creamed – thick, white, vanilla cream with dark red swirls like some raunchy flavor of Haagen Dazs. His prostrate swelled like a little speed bump and I angled up and to the right and pounded it back down as he cried, whimpered, and his body orgasmed. The boy’s nutt started a whole new round of begging from him for me to stop, but I kept on and soon he was pushing back. Once he did, I paused, pulled out so he daddy could see, and his father’s jaw dropped as his son’s hole gaped a bit before slowly closing like a clam going back into it’s shell. I buried my raw, POZ dick to the hilt and did that a few more times and the father’s eyes were like saucers in awe and wonder. We spent the next long while exploring several other positions. The boy rode my dick cowgirl style and was twerking that pussy and ass like some Kardashian shit. He bounced up and down and started clawing at my legs trying to get me deeper – yeah this boy had gone from pussy to total cunt! All good things must come to a viral end, and when I started to feel that tell tale itch in my balls, I stood the boy up, bent him over the bed so I could long dick that ass, had his father come closer and said, “I’M GOING TO POZ HIM NOW.” The father shook like a Chihuahua with excitement and nodded vigorously. Not like the fuck I was asking his permission. I picked up my pace and was slanging and banging that sloppy, gaping hole when his daddy grabbed his phone and started shooting a vid of the moment both their lives would change. I eased all the way out, his boy gasped and begged for me to put my thug dick back in his hole. I then started clawing at his puffy ass lips with my dirty nails on both hands like a badger digging a tunnel until I saw the tell tale red. I held up my fingers to the camera, licked them clean, then slammed back in. “OPEN THAT CUNT UP FOR THIS BLACK DICK – WORSHIP YOUR FUCKING THUG GOD – FEEL HOW A NICCA RAPES THAT HOLE – MAKES IT NASTY FOR YOUR DADDY – TEARS IT UP – RIPS IT WIDE – GETS IT ALL BLOODY FOR MY WRECKIN AIDS BONE! THAT’S RIGHT BITCH – GOING TO POZ YOU WITH MY NICCA BABIES – MAYE YOUR DADDY A GRANDPA WITH MY THUG BABIES DEEP IN THOSE GUTS – BURROWING IN THOSE WALLS – GOING BUCK WILD IN YOUR VEINS AND REPLICATING LIKE MOTHA-FUCKIN-RABBITS!” I pulled to the edge of the boy’s hole, grunted, and glazed it with two shots of virulent, toxic, AIDs nutt as his father then used his own nails to scratch and slick up the hole while recording the infection. His daddy stepped back as I slammed back in as hard as I could twice more and dumped the rest of my AIDS BONE NUTT deep in his guts. The boy was crying again from the brutal fuck down, but I smiled – good pussy and fucked well. I turned to the father as I stroked his ass walls ensuring my load got worked in and said, “I may need to come fuck your son again tomorrow and every day for a while – pay to play though – to ensure it takes.” The father just nodded and I ordered, “Grab my phone in my pants – add your number – put the name as CUNT BOY – this is more than just pussy, it’s a cunt now.” As the daddy bent over to grab my phone I eyed his tight ass and made a note to POZ that pussy too. Dirty Dozen – my work for the night was complete and it was a night those faggy asses would never forget. More importantly, I continued to build my future – who says an ugly thug like me can’t make stackz unless I’m dealing or some other criminal dumb shit? I left the father and son incest duo to their own devices, got dressed, lit a well-deserved cigarette and wandered through the penthouse looking for my hosts. The crowd had thinned some, but not as much as I expected. I saw a few of my conquests and paid them no mind. I finally found my hosts holed up in Mateo’s room fucking him again. Damn – wild ass fucking freaks! Daddy #1 peeled off, guided me to a locked room, went to a desk, opened a drawer, and handed the fattest pile of Franklin$ I had ever seen. I casually ruffled through it trying not to show my excitement. I hoped Lil-Petey was back in his cardboard shanty at the trap house as I really wanted him to see this shit and all for one fucking night! My host said he would keep in touch and would DEFINITELY have me come again as a special ‘dirty party favor’. I was good with that and I stepped out in the hall and pressed the elevator button ready to go home. Before the lift came I did take a minute to decide where to hide my bills and finally decided that inside my sneakers was best. It took some doing, but I made it work and no one would notice unless they looked closely and saw my laces were strained and I was walking a few inches higher than normal as I literally was stepping on a few grand$ with every swaggering stride. Yeah shit was good and my WRECKIN-AIDS-BONE had pozzed some good hole tonight and I had some nasty ass lined up for more fuck-and-roll-bank. I wondered what tomorrow would bring?

5. Nathan Even before Michael's hour was half over, I was already getting anxious. I had heard the short, painful-sounding grunts from the bedroom. I was wondering how Jason was doing and what he was thinking. I had been a little nervous about inviting Michael into the afternoon session. It was far too easy for him to be a sadistic asshole when he was in the mood and when I saw his "Rape is Fun" t-shirt, I knew he was in one of those moods. It wasn't until after five thirty that I heard the door open. Michael headed out. He walked right to the living room, and smiled. "Better check on your faggot. When I left, he was crying." Michael probably hadn't physically hurt Jason, but the mind-fucks he did were far more potent. Just to re-enforce his point, Michael snapped off the latex examination gloves he had been wearing. He stuffed them in his back pocket. I quickly led him to the front door. "Not a bad piece of ass either. You're a lucky man," he said, with an evil grin on his face. As he left, I went to the back bedroom, stopping to grab two tablets of X I had in the master bathroom. Jason was going to need the intimacy that the ecstasy would make easy to achieve. In the spare bedroom, the curtains had been drawn; it was dark and the room smelled of sweat, lube, and cum. After my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Jason curled up on the bed. He was tightly holding on to a pillow. There were quiet sobs as well. "Jason?" I asked quietly, as I sat down by him on the bed. "Are you ok?" He finally responded when I put my hand on his naked torso. He turned to me, his face red. "I'm sorry," he said. "I thought I could handle this. But I can't." Michael had certainly done his classic mindfuck on Jason. "It's ok," I said. "I'm here." He was slow in responding to me, but eventually pressed himself against me and buried his face on my chest. I pulled off my shirt; I wanted him to feel my skin against his. Contact with another man would be critical, and I hoped that contact with me would be exactly what he needed. "I'm sorry. Sometimes, Michael can be a total asshole." "I don't want you to see me like this," he said, although he pulled me closer to him as he spoke. "I wanted you to see the strong and invulnerable me." "Jason, no one can always be strong." I grabbed a glass of water. "Here," I said, handing him a tab of X. "Take this. It'll help." He looked at it warily. "What is it?" "Some X. It will help you relax. I'm here. Don't worry." He put it in his mouth and took a swig of water. "My turn," I said, making sure he knew we were going to be in the same space. I dry swallowed the tab and only then took a swig of the water. I held him, his head again pressed against my chest. I could feel his breathing become steady and rhythmic. Finally, quietly, he asked, "Is it too late for me?" "No, it's not," I said. "Is that what you want?" I wanted, more than anything, for that to not be what he wanted. "I don't know what I want," he said. "They weren't on drugs," he continued "I know. Not everyone is." "Does that mean I'll get it from Eli? Or Michael?" I felt his body shudder when he said the name. "You'll get it from who you deserve it from," I said. "I want it from you. I really want it from you," Jason said. "I know. And I want to give it to you." "I want to be with you right now. And I don't want to be afraid any more." "Let's go to our bedroom," I said. I wanted him out of this room, out of a room with so much immediate history and into one where he would feel safer. I didn't know if he noticed or cared that I had said "our" rather than "mine." It had just slipped out, but it was true. It was how I wanted him. Wanted us. And I hoped he wanted the same for me. "Just be with me," he said. I took his hand and stood up. He followed my lead and also got up from the bed. He was naked now and more vulnerable and fragile than I had seen him before. His cock was soft and limp, no doubt a side effect of the drugs he had shared with the other men, but it only re-enforced his vulnerable appearance. He seemed beaten down, defeated, with only a tenuous hold on his once impressive masculinity. My cock, on the other hand, had been raging for the past four hours. Selfishly, the most difficult task this evening would be hot to get my cock inside of Jason without further upsetting his already fragile mental state. It was obvious he was tweaked out, especially considering Sean's, Eli's and Michael's habits. So, wasn't hard to get him into my bedroom. He pulled me down on the bed with him and surprisingly, started to kiss me immediately. He pressed his body against me, and with his warmth against me, my cock responded as well. It stiffened uncontrollably and I felt like I was in middle school again. My erection was completely uncontrollable. It didn't take long for Jason to feel my dick as well. His hand went down to my groin and unzipped my pants. He pulled out my cock and stroked it slowly. "I want this," he said. "I need this." "Are you sure?" I asked. "We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to." He kissed me again. "No, really. Please. I need you. Put it in me. Nothing between us." With his clear approval, my hand slid down between his legs and explored his hole. Warm and wet, I slipped a finger inside of him with only the slightest resistance from his hole. "God. It feels so good to feel your skin inside of me," he said. I wondered what Michael had done with him; all he seemed to desire was contact from another man. I pressed in further, feeling all of the accumulated sperm squish around. At about the second knuckle, I hit a small, sharp object. Jason gasped for a second, whispering "Careful there." I did my best not to push it any deeper, but it was caught on my finger. "What is it?" I asked. But, once I got all of my finger into Jason, I realized that it was probably a shard of crystal, and I had just inadvertently given him another huge bump. "Did Michael give you a booty bump?" I asked. I needed to know for sure. "Yeah, right as he was leaving," Jason answered. "It's cool now." As it melted and absorbed into his system, he would want to play night. "Can you wait here for a minute or two? Alone?" I asked. I pulled my finger out of his hole. He was still tight enough clean all the sperm off. "I'll be back." "Promise?" he asked. "Don't leave me alone too long." The need in his voice was palpable. "Yes, I promise. I'll just go into the bathroom. It won't be more than just a moment." He reluctantly released his grip of my cock, and let me go. I got off the bed, and walked towards the bathroom. "I'll leave the door open." Before I got more than two paces, he quietly asked, "You're coming back, right?" He even knew that there was only one door; it would be impossible for me to not come back. I made sure to turn on the lights in the bathroom and of course leave the door open just for him. I looked back and saw that he was watching me carefully, like he was afraid he was going to lose me or that I would run at any moment. I opened the medicine cabinet, and grabbed a Viagra. The night was going to be long and intense, and I had to be up for whatever was needed. I also got out the small cloth bag from the bottom shelf of the cabinet. I headed back to the bed, turning off the bathroom lights and I sat down next to Jason. He curled up next to me, nestling his head next to my cock and slowly licking my balls. It felt good. They were filled with thick ropes of sperm destined for Jason's hole. I opened the bag and pulled out a glass pipe. I held it up to the lamp on the bed table, examining it carefully. It had some crystal still in it, from the last time I had partied. "Ok if I join you? Partying, I mean," I asked. "Yeah. Please," he answered. I lit up the torch, waited for the crystal to melt and then sucked down on the long glass stem. It had been several months since I had last partied. It wouldn't take much to get me in the right zone. But, Michael wouldn't have gone easy on Jason either, making it more difficult to match moods. I did a few long hits, feeling the tina take over my head and then diffuse through my body. "Very nice," I said, finally putting the pipe and torch on the beddable. "Now we're truly together." I stood up, pulled off my shorts and the got back on the bed, pressing my naked body against his. The crystal was coursing through my blood and going directly to my cock. "I want to be with you now, Jason. I want to be with you in every possible way." "Me too Nathan. For now, I just want you near me." His voice was wavering a bit, like he was uncertain about something. "Next to me. Touching me." He rolled over onto his stomach with his ass up in the air. "Inside me." Jason may have had his uncertainties, but I knew exactly what I wanted. The twin mounds of his ass were so inviting and so perfect. I pulled his cheeks apart and stared at the tight hole they had obscured. As I started to lean in to lick it, Jason stopped me, "No, don't, Nathan," he said. "Why," I asked, not sure what was wrong. "You deserve better," he said, "A real man's hole, not some dirty boy hole like mine." He was once more on the verge of crying. I wondered what Michael had said and done to turn this confident young man into a fragile porcelain doll of masculinity. I ran my finger over his crack, gently pressing it into his hole. He might have thought he was unclean, but all that came out was a few strands of sperm. I licked off my finger, tasting the sweet cum. It was a mixture from the four different guys who had used Jason that afternoon. My own cock twitched, eager to add its own load to Jason's collection. "You're fine," I said. "No," Jason replied. "I'm a dirty, useless slut. You deserve better." I knew that between the drugs and whatever Michael had told him, he wasn't thinking clearly. "You have such a beautiful hole," I said. I was now kneeling right between his legs and was spreading his cheeks apart. My face was right up against him and his well-used hole. "You should be proud of it." He was a rollercoaster of emotion. "You really think so?" he asked me, already noticeably happier. I had to pick my words carefully in order to not set him off on another round of self-doubt. "Yeah, I do. How many guys fucked you this afternoon? Four?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied. He arched his back, pressing his ass against my face. I licked it, tasting the accumulated sweat, lube, and cum. "And each of them loved your ass so much, they gave you a load, right?" I said. "They loved it enough to anoint you with their cum." "Yeah, I guess." I could tell he was starting to relax; he was now pressing his ass up against me. "Believe me," I said. "Your ass is beautiful. And seeing all their cum leak out makes it even more perfect." "You really think so?" "Yeah, I do," I said. "You should be so proud of that ass. And all I want is to be inside of it. Adding my load to you collection. My poz load. Isn't that what you want?" "Yeah," he answered. "I want you inside me." His voice was still wavering a bit. "Breeding me," he said finally. "But," he said, then paused. "I don't know." "Forget what Michael might have said. He's an angry man, and he takes it out on others. Men like you." I buried my face in his ass. The scent was like the strongest poppers I'd ever used. I licked his hole, just enough to open him up again. "I guess. I'll try. More than anything, I need you next to me and you inside of me. I need your cock inside me. Your cum. Your virus. It's all I can think about," Jason said. "You're sure?" I asked. I was afraid he might have second thoughts, but nevertheless, I flipped him onto his back, and aligned my cock with his hole. "I want to be in you so badly," I said. "I want to breed you." "I want you inside of me. Fucking me. Breeding me." He was silent for a moment. "Pozzing me." This time there was a quiet certainty in what he said. There were no qualifiers or second guesses. He wanted cum. "That's what I wanted to hear, Jason." Resting right by his hole, my cock was hard as a rock. With just a slight push, I could be inside him. But, in the end, I didn't have to do anything at all. Jason pushed back ever so slightly and my cockhead pressed inside him. After Jason started the process, I still did the rest of the work. Although I only had to relax my muscles and let my weight push my cock all the way into his hole. "So wet," I said. "Five cocks now. How many loads?" "Four and then some," he said. "And then some?" "Yeah, Michael stuck some frozen sperm up my hole." I should have guessed. Michael loved a devil's dick. Probably how he had done the booty bump as well. "He said it was from several different guys." "How do you feel about it?" "I'm still not sure. I love getting fucked, and having sperm in my hole is one of the best feelings in the world. But that was a bit strange. Impersonal." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "He said it would be a great booty bump as well." "You can relax now. Don't worry about it." I pulled him closer, feeling his body press against mine. We started to make out, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. His cock was pressed against my stomach. It was still soft and flaccid, no doubt from the combination of the drugs and what Jason had been through that afternoon with Michael. I didn't care; tonight needed to be about his perfect raw hole, about my hard poz cock, and the communion that we could share within them. Both of us would work together to get my sperm and my virus into his body. We were quiet there, with just the sounds of us kissing, and my cock sliding in and out of his sloppy hole providing the perfect soundtrack. Finally Jason spoke again. "Thank-you, Nathan." "For?" "This afternoon. It was intense. But good." "I'm glad you liked it." I was jealous of all the men who had been able to share the intimate moments of fucking Jason raw, not to mention the moment where Jason shared of himself with them. But I didn't say anything. Deep down, I needed this to be the fuck he had been wanting all afternoon. He had been reading my mind. He continued, "But this is the fuck I really wanted. Take your time. Work all of their toxic loads into me. And then, add yours. The one I've wanted. The one I've always needed" "I've got more than one load for you tonight." Actually, I had several loads in me. And all of them were going to go into Jason's perfect ass. I was in a good mood that night. I had an alphabet soup of drugs in me: X, V, T, and each of them had added depth to my happiness. My raw cock was buried deep in Jason's unprotected hole, each thrusts lubricated by the accumulated jizz of many men. The entire time I was making out with a beautiful boy, while he begged me for another injection of my toxic cum. "You're inside me," Jason moaned. I nodded in agreement as he continued. "I can't tell where you end and I begin. It's good to be this close to you." I kissed him again. "Yeah. You're feeling the X, aren't you?" This time, he nodded in response. "It's good for us to be sharing this." "Sharing your virus?" he asked me. "With me?" "That's just one part of it. I like being next to you. And I like being inside of you. Feeling you." I didn't want to have to ever pull out of Jason; this connection felt so good and so right. But his words and my feelings seemed very familiar. I realized that I had been saying the exact same things to Alan when he had been pozzing me. I now, finally, understood why Alan had been so eager to get inside of me. It was how my hole had made his cock feel and how important and necessary it had been for him to get inside of me as often as possible. How he had needed to breed me just as much as I had needed to get his semen and the virus it carried. "Please," Jason begged. "Breed me, Nathan. Make me your boy. Make me your poz boy." I remembered that night I had first said that to Alan. It had been the first weekend we had spent together. A weekend when his raw cock seemed to never leave my hole. I had told him what I needed, in explicit detail. In return, he had given me a kiss, a hard thrust, and a thick, toxic, poz load deep in my hole. Of course, that was years ago, before drugs, before it got so much safer to fuck raw. I wondered how long it would take Jason, if he would ever be able to get what we needed to share. I leaned in and kissed Jason. I forced my hard cock into his tender hole one more time. I stopped trying to hold back. I grunted, I moaned, and my cock exploded inside of him. I could feel each spurt of deadly semen jet into Jason. I wondered if he could feel my poz load entering him as well. "Fuck, that's a big load," Jason said, answering my question for me. "I'm sorry. I couldn't hold back. But there will be plenty more for you," I said. "I know. This is ok," Jason said. "This is exactly what I wanted from you. What I needed from you" Even after my balls were drained of their deadly contents, my cock couldn't go soft. The Viagra was working its magic on me, and for a change, the crystal and ecstasy were not hurting at all. But the biggest factor was just Jason. I wondered what was going to happen to him, to us once he became infected. Hopefully, it would not be a question of if, but it would be a question of when. Was he just using me for this disease I carried? The disease he wanted so badly now. Or was there something more between us? We stayed connected, with my still-hard cock inside his beautiful hole and our sweat-soaked bodies sticking together, kissing the entire time. All things had to come to and end and my cock was starting to soften. Finally, it slipped out. It had felt like hours, but a glance at the clock showed that it was only fifteen minutes. "You ok?" I asked him, as I tried to stand up, stretch, and see if my legs could support me. To answer me, Jason put his legs back up in the air, and pulled on an ass cheek, exposing his hole to me. I could see a small rivulet of dirty white sperm dripping out of his hole. He smiled at me. "I am now." One of his fingers disappeared into his hole, displacing a bit more sperm. "You absolutely sure?" I asked. On the bed table was a camera; I grabbed it, and kneeled down by the bed, right on level with his hole. It was a bit hard to focus in the dim light, but years of practice had taught me how. "Your hole is dripping," I said. "I know. I can feel all that cum up there, becoming a permanent part of me. Your cum. Your virus. You." He pulled his finger out and even more jizz dripped out of his hole. I took more close-ups of his wet, spermy hole, basking in the happy knowledge that I had given him much of that sperm. "I like having you inside me. I like having you near me. And I really like being high with you," he continued. I stood back up, admiring how Jason was slowly moving his body, like he was feeling himself for the first time. He was at peace with himself, even compared to just thirty minutes earlier. I took a few more pictures, as he continued to finger and touch himself. He was smiling, staring at me. "You're fucking beautiful," I said. "Even more beautiful knowing how much cum is in your hole." "You really think so?" he asked. His finger disappeared back into his hole, and all I could imagine that it was my cock back in his warm, welcoming depths. Before my eyes, right then, his body had aged and grown to complete perfection. He was a young, sexual man at his absolute prime. I feared that in my next breath, in the next click of my shutter, that perfect moment would pass, lost forever. But I didn't have to worry. It might have been the perfect moment, but it was clear it would be just one of many perfect moments we would share tonight. And hopefully for many more nights to come. "Yeah, I do," I said, letting the camera drop to my side. I wanted to just watch Jason without a camera and viewfinder between us. He sat up, sitting on the side of the bed. I leaned in to kiss him. "I could stare at you all day." "Thanks. You don't have to say that, to get into my hole, you know. You can fuck me any time you want." I lifted the camera back up, to try to get the perfect shot of his smile. "You mind if I hit the pipe again?" he asked, pointing at the glass pipe still on the bed table. "Not at all," I said, as he picked it up and the lighter. While Jason heated up the bowl, I started to put down the camera. "You don't have to put it away," he said, still focusing on the bowl as it slowly filled with the white clouds. "I trust you," he said. I pressed the shutter button. The torch illuminated his face. He put the pipe to his lips. "Go ahead," he said, before he started to inhale. "I want all of this recorded. I want to remember every part of this weekend." I knew what he wanted, and I took more pictures as he did his hit from the pipe. I was so turned on, watching him get high, and knowing how far gone he already was. He was doing this for me. He had opened himself up to me entirely, letting me see his darkest, most intimate desires. And, he was letting me record all of it. He exhaled, and a thick white cloud engulfed his head. I continued to take pictures, mostly because I did not know what else to do right then. Jason did two more hits off the pipe, each one producing a cloud bigger than the one that came before. Then he held the pipe out for me. "Swap," he said. "You hit the pipe, and I'll take the pictures."