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For some gay men, bug chasing is a long, slow process. Not for me. My recent divorce happened suddenly. One day, out of the blue, my wife of twenty years and mother of our two teenage kids asked me if I was gay. I could have lied and made it work a little longer. But our sex life had largely stopped. So I told her the truth – that I found myself increasingly attracted to other men. And that was it. She told me I had to start being who I was and our marriage was over. I was still sorting out my life when Debra, an ex-girlfriend from college, invited me to meet her at her office for lunch. I felt she was someone I could talk to about what happened. As we prepared to go to the restaurant, she introduced me to her co-worker, Dave. I knew immediately that he was gay. He was also tall, very well built, and exceptionally handsome. When he shook my hand, he held it for an unusually long time and looked intensely at me. I held his gaze. Something electric shot through me. Debra teased me about it over lunch. Although I had told her about my divorce, I hadn’t recounted the conversation with my former wife about my sexual identity. For all my old flame knew, I was straight. That afternoon Debra called me and said, “I feel awkward about telling you this, but Dave would like to ask you out on a date.” My heart skipped a beat. I replied that I would like to go out with him, too. “Andy, you do know he’s gay, right?” And that’s when I told her about why my marriage had ended so abruptly. Then she warned me, “You should also know he’s HIV-positive and not on medication.” This I hadn’t expected, but I knew about condoms and safe sex and told her so. “You need to be careful,” she cautioned. A few minutes later, Dave called me and asked me to dinner the next evening. I could hardly think straight (no pun intended, LOL). I found myself fantasizing about being fucked by Dave; in all my gay dreams, awake or asleep, I am the bottom. I must have jerked off a half dozen times over the next day. I also began to imagine him barebacking me, leading to especially intense orgasms. I made sure to douche before our date. Dinner was very romantic. He held my hand and we flirted. It seemed so natural to be part of a gay couple! When he invited me to his apartment, I immediately said yes. We walked the six blocks back to his place holding hands. We even stopped to kiss passionately on the sidewalk, the first time I had ever kissed another man. It felt so right – and really hot, too. At his apartment we made out on the couch for a while before he suggested we adjourn to the bedroom. There we helped each other out of our clothes. He embraced me in his strong arms. He was much bigger and more muscular than me, and I loved his masculine strength. Then I noticed something curious by the side of the bed, next to a tube of lube. There was a woman’s wristwatch, with a thin black leather band and a small round face, and a diamond solitaire engagement ring like the one I had given to my ex-wife when I had proposed many years ago. “What are these?” I asked, holding them up. “Debra told you I’m HIV-positive, right?” I nodded. “Well, when I’m with a guy who is negative but ready to convert, I invite him to wear this jewelry when we make love. They are both very feminine. They symbolize our commitment to share something forever, because I am going to impregnate him with my toxic seed. It is a gift he will always treasure.” I put on the watch and ring. I felt an odd tingle and I shivered. I felt very effeminate. Somehow, that seemed very natural in the moment. I looked into Dave’s beautiful blue eyes. “They are very pretty,” I said, with a lisp. “Don’t you think so?” I moved my hands in a girlish, limp-wristed gesture. Dave held me close in his arms. “Are you sure about this, Andy?” “I think so. I want to experience man sex without restraint. To me, this is part of what it means to be gay.” At that moment, I was too turned on, too overcome with sheer desire, to worry about the long-term consequences of what I was doing. Dave told me to lie down on the bed on my belly. He moved behind me, spread my ass cheeks, and began to rim my hole. My body quivered with the sensation of his warm, wet tongue teasing and then entering my puckered boi cunt. My own dick was rock hard, grinding into the sheet. After a few minutes he reached for the lube and began to finger me. When he slipped his forefinger inside me, he wasn’t gentle. I knew he was scratching me so I would start to bleed and be more vulnerable to his toxic seed. I did not object. In fact, I was moaning with pleasure and anticipation. Then I felt Dave’s weight pressing down on my back. “Last chance, Andy,” he whispered into my ear. “I’m going to fuck you now. Tell me if you want me to use a rubber. Once I’m inside you, it’s all over for you. I won’t be able to stop myself. When I cum, my poison seed will take over your body.” For a long moment, I said nothing. My mind was a blur. But my desire overpowered my reason. “Take me, Dave. I want your seed inside me.” He lifted himself to his knees. As I gripped the pillow, I felt the tip of his bare cock pressing against my hole. As he increased the pressure, I felt an intense burning sensation and then, when the tip split me and my sphincter resisted, a sharp pain. “Relax and breathe, Andy, you can do this,” he coaxed. I nodded and pushed back against him. Slurp! I felt my ass open to accept his fuck tool. The sensation was intense, heat, pain, and then just an amazing pleasure. I thought, I’m being fucked by another man. This is amazing. I’m a real faggot now. I gasped and moaned, “Oh, god, yes. Yes.” And I kept repeating it as Dave began to thrust in and out, going deeper and deeper until I felt his balls against my butt cheeks. Next he pressed his weight on my back again, his cock buried entirely in my boi cunt. He wrapped his arms under my shoulders and gripped them. I turned my head to kiss him. It was so hot! Then he said, “Are you ready?” I murmured “Breed me, Dave.” He began to pound my ass, which was full and warm. I had never felt anything so intense. He was grunting, completely intent on his own pleasure, and his sweat dripped onto my neck. Finally, there was a pause, he exhaled loudly, and his cock pistoned rapidly inside me, jets of cum shooting into my ass. I could feel the warmth and wetness. Dave lay panting on my back. He let go of my shoulders and his fingers interlaced with mine. I looked again at the watch and diamond ring, which sparkled in the light of the lamp beside the bed. I thought, my man lover just bred me. I’m his bitch, It feels incredible. I turned my head and he kissed me tenderly. I opened my mouth to welcome his tongue. Soon we dozed off. At some point, his cock softened and slipped out. But we didn’t sleep for very long, then or later. Dave wanted me again and I wanted to be taken again. I rode his cock, which I liked because I could control the pace (though when he got close to an orgasm, he began to buck his hips while he gripped my waist until he erupted fiercely inside me). I especially like being fucked in the missionary position, as my dainty, feminine hands gripped his strong forearms. In the morning, we arose early and showered together. As we dried off, he said, “By the way, Debra is stopping by for coffee in a little while. She wants to hear about our date. In case you don’t want to be here.” “I would love for her to see us together,” I answered. “I’ve told her about the watch and ring – I’ve told her how I use them when I poz a bottom.” When he said this, I put them back on so she would know that I had ignored her warning. A little later, Debra showed up. She immediately saw my pretty jewelry and smiled knowingly. “I knew you would decide to let Dave fuck you bareback,” she said. “I hope you don’t regret it later, sweetie.” “Never,” I replied. “This is who I am – a faggot who wants to explore every part of gay sex, without limits. I waited my whole life for this and now I plan to enjoy every minute of it.” Dave wrapped his arm around me and kissed me passionately. I looked at Debra and winked.

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A mid-life crisis can be a funny thing to watch happen, but it isn’t so amusing when you’re caught up at the pointy end of it. That was my lot in life. Three days before my 40th birthday, my partner of twelve years tells me he doesn’t love me anymore, and has been fucking the neighbours’ 19 year old son since I started going back to the office after the worst of the pandemic was over. Talk about a gut punch. Anyway, I did what you have to do in that situation, and started re-building my dumpster fire of a life from scratch. The house went on the market and sold pretty quickly, and while Alan took his share of the money off with his twink to a rented flat in Hackney, I opted to move down to the river in the East End where I bought a small but perfectly fine new-build apartment. The shredding of our mutual friendship network eventually settled down, and life went on. I was not, however, at all interested in getting back out there to find a new Mr Right. The betrayal had cut me deep, and I intended to enjoy myself for a while before deciding what was next. I had kept myself in excellent shape, managing so far to avoid the onset of any hint of a dad bod, and I threw myself into an even more rigorous regimen in the gym and running by the Thames so that I would maintain some appeal to the men on the apps, in the clubs and wherever I was out hunting for some cock. I had never been much of a top. Although I’m reasonably hung and am perfectly capable of giving someone a good pounding, I’m wired up to want to be the one on all fours getting filled. I think I’m pretty good at it actually, although being back on the market had re-opened my eyes to how the same cannot be said of all the guys who call themselves tops. As much as he was a lying, cheating little shit, Alan had been a very competent fucker and had kept me satisfied for over a decade. It was rather deflating to think that I had not been able to do the same for him. The first few hookups had involved condoms, but after so long not using them while I was with Alan, I found it to be yet another disappointment in the sex department. Having a few too many vodkas one night and ending up being barebacked in the club toilets pretty much brought my brief return to safe sex to an end, and while nursing a hangover the next day I resolved to get myself on PrEP. But you know what it’s like when you have a to-do list that includes a dozen tasks relating to a place you’ve just moved into… There was something else nagging at me. During the lull in my sex life right after being dumped, I had descended into a bit of a reliance on porn as a means of escape. Once I did start to hook up with men again, I was nearly always left feeling a bit flat because what I had really wanted was to experience what I imagined the bottoms in my favourite scenes had been. I had assumed that would pass as I got more used to putting myself out there, but if anything the problem got worse. A solution presented itself one day when I was hit up by a guy online who was looking for a hookup, either solo or with his partner. He said they were both versatile, but happy to be exclusively tops if that’s what I was looking for in a session. Nothing particularly unusual there, but what got my interest was the suggestion that rather than either one of us hosting, I could come to a warehouse they owned where they played sometimes. Given both he and his partner were black and muscled, I realised that the opportunity was there to recreate one of my all-time favourite scenes where Marco Paris is blindfolded and taken raw by Kam Run and Chase Coxxx in some kind of industrial setting. I decided to bite the bullet and let him know that this was something I’d be into, and he just replied with the smile and thumbs-up emojis. Sure enough, a couple of days later on a Friday afternoon he messaged me again to suggest meeting that night, and gave me the address of the warehouse. He let me know how to get in before they arrived, so that I could truly live out the scene and not see either of them. Fuck, this was actually going to happen. I hurriedly cancelled my evening plans and found a way to get out of work early, and then made my way home to get showered and douched. I decided to open myself up a bit with a dildo, and then inserted some more lube and a plug to keep my hole ready for them. I then set out in an Uber to the address they had given me, and once there I found my way in the darkness around the side of the building where there was indeed a locked-looking door that was actually able to be pushed open. Inside things looked a bit different to the scene, with dusty boxes everywhere and various other things under tarps, but the industrial feel of it still got me going. Over in the corner I could see a mattress on the floor with a black sheet on it, and was also pleased to see a heater nearby given it was bit chilly. I made my way over there and then stripped out of my clothes and removed the plug, tossing them all to the side. I then pulled the roll of duct tape out of my jacket pocket, tore off a decent length of it, and carefully looped it round my head to recreate the blindfold Marco Paris had worn in the scene. I then set back and waited. After only a few minutes, I heard the door open and the guys entering. I stayed in position while I listened to them undressing, and then felt a hand on my head immediately before a cock touched my lips. I opened wide and it slid in, tasting divine but also feeling both thick and long. I felt the presence of someone to the other side of me, so reached up with my hand until I made contact with a thigh which I then followed up to another, thinner penis. I gently grasped that cock began to wank it as I sucked on the other one. I then switched so I could taste the second one, using my other hand to begin wanking the slicked-up first one that I had just been swallowing. I then went back and forth between the two. Eventually the second guy pulled his cock away from me, and I felt him running his hand down my back to my arse. I shuffled my position to enable me to get onto all fours, still sucking on the first guy while I made my rear end more accessible to the second. As soon as I had done, he began to push a finger into me, followed by a second. It was so hot that I barely reacted when I felt him curve his fingers inside me a bit, but I jolted when his nails made contact with my inner walls. It was kind of a turn on though, despite the scratchy burn, and I just pushed my arse out more towards him as he continued to do that. He then withdrew, and I felt him shifting position behind me and the tip of his cock starting to press against my hole. I instinctively pushed back while relaxing my hole, and he steadily slid the entire length inside me. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, and continued to do so as the guy behind me started to slide back and forth. His hands gripped my buttocks, and he got into a steady rhythm. It felt fucking amazing, particularly as my mind was flooded with images of the porn scene we were recreating. Finally, some sex that properly got me going. I was spit-roasted for a good long time, before the man behind me showed the unmistakable signs of reaching a climax. Sure enough, he took one final plunge into me and then held in place, yelling as he unloaded into me. I did my best to shout “breed me” around the cock in my mouth, so utterly turned on by what was happening that I never gave a moment’s thought to the fact that their status was not on the app profile and we had never discussed it. Once my fucker had calmed down and finished spurting, he pulled out and they swapped positions. In the porn scene it had become a twosome at this point, but in this real life encounter I found the cummy cock that had just been up my arse being pushed into my mouth. As I hungrily wrapped my lips around it, the other guy was pushing his finger into me and once again I felt it curl up a bit followed my more scratching of my innards. I moaned around the cock, at this time noticing for the first time that there was a metallic taste to it. However, before I could give that any thought, the finger inside of me was pulled out and immediately replaced by the thick cock I had been loving in my mouth just a few minutes before. I moaned even louder as I was stretched open, and almost could not believe how far up inside me it went before I felt the guy’s body and pubes press against me. He then immediately began to pound me, rocking me forward and back on the cock in my mouth. This was heaven. This second fuck was a bit more frenetic than the first, and I was almost seeing stars in the blackness the blindfold had created. I lurched back and forth, only getting a respite when my fucker slowed a little while his partner turned around and, I’m guessing, got on all fours in front of me. My face made contact with his buttcheeks, and as I took the hint and started to reach out with my tongue for his hole, the pace of the fucking re-intensified. I gave my first fucker the best rimjob I could while enduring such a shafting. All good things come to an end, and my fucker eventually went over the edge and blew his load in me. I encouraged him on by yelling obscenities into the hole of the first guy, feeling the dick in me flex and spurt. When his orgasm had subsided he slid out of me, at the same time as his partner pulled forward away from my face. I slumped down on my front with my legs splayed, panting from the exertion of taking such a hard fuck. I then felt a finger pushing into me, and this time was not surprised when there was a bit of scratching. This was clearly their thing. The finger was removed, and I was about to reach up and see about removing the blindfold. However, a body climbed on the mattress behind me, and I knew which one of them it was as I felt the thinner of the two cocks poking at my hole. I relaxed and it slid inside in one go, before he began to pump himself up and down. This time his partner didn’t join in, perhaps needing a while to recover after cumming in me, so I just lay there pushing my arse back at the invading cock while moaning and groaning in pleasure. In time, a third load was added to my hole, and of course a finger went back inside me once the cock was removed. I lay there wondering what was next, before I felt myself being gently pulled up by my armpits. I took the hint and got myself stood up, before being walked off the mattress and over the concrete floor a few steps. It was pretty disorientating, but I kind of liked how vulnerable I had made myself to these two guys. He indicated for me to stop, and then told me to bend forward. I did so slowly until I felt my arms make contact with something that felt like a barrel, at which point I used them to support myself while I adjusted my legs to get them open and my arse out. No sooner had I done that than the thick cock was pushing back into me, setting up yet another hard pounding. I clung onto the barrel for dear life as he fucked my brains out for a second time, my head this time filling with some hazy images of a similar scene in the same porn flick as the scene I had come to recreate. I loved that these guys had done their homework. He lasted quite a bit longer this time, and I loved every minute of it. His cock was huge, and was hitting spots in me that no-one ever had reached before. I just gave in and allowed myself to moan, groan and yell my way through it, making sure he knew how fucking good it was. I could have stayed there for hours, but he once again got to a climax and I was filled with my fourth load of the night. I slumped over the barrel when he pulled out of me, feeling the cum run down my balls as my gaping hole emptied. “You want more?” one of them asked me. “Yes” I panted, now totally lost to the fucklust. “Cool” he replied, “but we need to rest for a bit. Why don’t you come sit down over here until we’re ready to fuck you again.” I wearily stood up straight and cautiously turned around, before feeling a hand on my arm encouraging me to walk in a certain direction. My toes touched the mattress, and I stood up onto it before sitting down. I then heard the sound of a lighter firing up a couple of times, followed by the smell of smoke. “You want a cigarette?” the other guy asked. “Yes please” I said, despite having quit in my late twenties when I met Alan, a non-smoker. One was slid into my lips and lit, and then I took a deep inhale. The rush was intense, but I also loved it. I exhaled, then shuffled myself forward a bit until I felt like there was enough mattress behind me to lie down on my back. Reaching out occasionally to tap off ash on the concrete floor, I happily lay there and smoked my first cigarette in over a decade while my arse throbbed in a mix of pain and pleasure. A short while later a second cigarette was popped into my lips and lit, followed immediately by my legs being lifted into the air and onto a set of shoulders. A finger was pushed into my hole, and this time I winced as it scratched me a bit before being removed. The thinner cock was then pushing into me, and soon enough I was being fucked for a fifth time while I puffed on the cigarette between my lips. Oh yes, this was going to be a thing I did more often from now on. When I had finished that cigarette and the stub end of it had been taken out of my hand, the cock in me was removed and my legs lowered. I didn’t think he had blown in me, so I assumed a change in position was happening. I was right, as I was pulled up and eventually put into a kneeling position with my legs open. They encouraged me to raise up a bit as one of them slid under me, and then I was lowered to take in the thinner cock that had just been fucking me. I propelled myself up and down a few times on the erect penis, and then a hand on my back pushed me forwards. I knew what was coming, and gritted my teeth and did my best to push out as the thicker cock pressed at my hole and then began to slide inside. It seemed to take forever and I could not help but yell out repeatedly, but eventually both of them were inside me side-by-side. They let me get used to it for a moment, with a bottle of poppers presented at my nose that I gratefully huffed on, and then the movement started. The guy behind me did most of the work, vigorously pushing in and out of me in a way that caused me to also move up and down his partner’s cock too. I felt fuller than I ever have in my life, and who knows what sort of noises were coming out of my mouth while I took my first ever double-fuck. With the blindfold on and the intensity of the sex, I almost seemed to drift out of my body, imagining from any number of porn films I had jerked off to what this must look like. It all got too much for me, and I involuntarily and hands-free reached orgasm, presumably covering the guy lying on the mattress with my cum. They didn’t let up though, and I was starting to think I was going to cum again when they both finally went over the edge together and filled my innards. After remaining in a panting heap for a bit, they gradually disentangled us and I slumped over on my back beside the other guy. A cigarette went between my lips again, and in a semi-conscious state I lay there and smoked all of it. “I think we’re fucked out mate” said one of them a bit breathlessly, after we had rested for a while. “But I reckon you’re not yet.” “Never” I replied. “Need more.” “Thought so” he laughed. “Well, you just lie there while we see what we can do.” I had no idea what that meant, but was too fucked-out to care. I just lay there while they did whatever they were doing, presumably sending messages on their phones or something, only stirring at one point to ask if they had any water. A bottle was put into my hand that I took a few sips from, before I decided to turn over onto my front. While doing so my hand made contact with a packet of cigarettes that had a lighter inside, and with a bit of trial and error I managed to get one lit despite not being able to see a damn thing. Eventually one of the guys re-joined me on the mattress, and I felt the now familiar poking of a finger into my hole. I opened my legs wide to give full access, and just lay there as he wiggled and occasionally scratched around inside me. It’s obvious now what was happening, but in my haze I just passed it off as a kink or something. To be honest, my hole had become so insatiable that I was just pleased to have something inside it. It turns out that they weren’t completely fucked out, as the guy with the thinner cock pushed back inside me eventually and slowly humped me while I lay prone on the mattress. It was pretty gentle and lacking in energy, so I knew it was probably more about keeping me going than him needing to cum again. He kept at it for a while, and then I heard the door to the warehouse opening and the shuffle and clomp of more guys coming in. There were definitely at least two of them, maybe more, and from the sounds of it they were all soon undressed. My fucker withdrew, and then unknown hands pulled me up onto all fours. Something was pushed into me that felt very unfamiliar, but I now know was probably a toothbrush or something. I winced and yelped a bit as it was thrust around inside me, before it was unceremoniously pulled out and replaced with a cock. Only this also felt unfamiliar in a way, as there was something else there that I concluded must be a Prince Albert. Man did it feel weird at first, but once its wearer began thrusting in and out the sensations on my prostate were incredible! My moans and groans were soon stifled by a cock going into my mouth, which also had a really thick gauge PA on it. Swirling that giant piece of metal around in my mouth was yet another new sensation, but soon I had to contend with it going down my throat which really tested me on the gag reflex. The guy seemed unconcerned though, and thrust himself forward towards me so that I pretty much had no choice but to choke and moan around his pierced dick while the other one sped up his epic pounding at the other end. They swapped places after a while, and then again a while after that… I actually lost track of who was in each end given how similar their cocks and piercings were, but I suppose that as I couldn’t actually see either of them it didn’t really matter. Eventually the one in my arse blew his load in me with a roar, after which the other one took over and very quickly spilled his seed in me too. After he pulled out I collapsed onto my front, but was very quickly turned over and my legs parted to allow another man to push into me and start a rapid fucking that very quickly resulted in yet another breeding. As soon as he withdrew, hands grasped round my wrists and ankles and I was hoisted into the air, Being unable to see I did not know where I was going until I was briefly lifted even higher and dumped into what I knew must be a sling. I guess the metallic bangs and clangs I had been vaguely aware of during the spit-roast must have been related to this being got out or set up. Anyway, my arms and legs remained held in the air as the men worked to put some kind of leather cuffs on them, and when they let go I was properly held in position. It was at this point that I felt some tugging at the duct tape, followed by the cold of a blade or some scissors at the side of my head. Then, with no warning or care whatsoever, the whole thing was ripped off in one painful go, causing me to yelp out in agony. I blinked at the influx of light into my eyes, and then I blearily looked around me at the five black men standing in front of me. One of them looked familiar enough that he was presumably the one whose profile I had linked with on the app, and he was standing so close to another that I presumed that must be the partner. They were both lean and muscled. The other three were a different deal altogether, being tall and built like breeding bulls, all sporting huge gold chains with scorpion pendants. That was my first clue, but my eyes finally adjusting properly gave me my second. The breeding bulls were adorned with huge biohazard tattoos on their impressive pecs, and I then noticed smaller ones on the other two guys on their flat stomachs. I could not remember if one had been visible on the app profile photo or not, but either way, the scratching of my hole now all made sense. “Fuck” I said, to no-one in particular. “That’s what we’re here to do” said one of the bulls, before he stepped up and jammed his pierced cock into my hole. I yelped as I helplessly hung there, now knowing that the cock in me was toxic, the loads I had in me were all toxic, and this was nowhere near over. “You know you want it” said the profile guy, watching me being mercilessly pounded. “We could just tell that you wanted it.” And I did. In that moment, all I needed was for these guys to continue to use me until they were spent. Yes, the porn scene set-up had been a massive turn on, but as the PA ravaged my innards I had something of an epiphany. This is what I had been missing. This is what I needed. It’s like this toxic cock was finally bringing me into the light, where I could see the person I truly was inside. All those years of identifying as a bottom, when in fact I was so much more than that. I was, and would continue to now be, a truly unadulterated cumdump. “Yes” I wheezed out. “I need it.” The guy fucking me let out a demonic laugh, and then upped his pace even more until he growled and blew his load. One of the other bulls stepped up and ploughed in. When he had blown, the third followed. Then the first again. So it went on, with me dissolving into a profanity-filled fuckhaze, screaming at them to breed and poz me. Despite the number of times they blew, the bulls only seemed to get more energetic and eventually all three of them were fucking constantly. The partner guys now joining me as bottoms, bending over from each side of me so they could make out with each other, share sucking duties on my cock or puff on cigarettes (which they shared with me) while they were ploughed. The first signs of daylight appearing at the windows up by the roof of the warehouse seemed to take the energy out of the room, and after each of them blew one more load into my hole, they uncuffed my wrists and let me down from the sling. I was very shaky on my legs and had to lie down on the mattress for a bit, before eventually using a rag that one of them threw my way to wipe some of the cum off my balls and legs. I inserted the plug I had worn at the start of the evening, noting that it only just stayed in now, and then got myself dressed. By then they were all ready, and the bulls surprised me by each shaking my hand as they muttered a goodbye and left the building. The partner guys then offered to drive me home, putting a different rag on the back seat for me to sit on for the ride so I wouldn’t mess up their car, something I noted they also did on their own seats. “Make sure you let us know how it goes” said the profile guy, as his partner shut off the engine outside my building. “We can always have another go.” “Whenever you want” I said, smiling at him. “Might see if there’s any other scenes I’d like to do.” “I don’t think what we did tonight is in any porn I know of” his partner laughed. “Then we’ll just have to make our own” I replied, smirking. They both laughed, and then gave me a warm smile as I got out of the car. I watched them drive off, and then headed into my building and up to my apartment, grateful that I had not had any neighbours in the lift with me. I resisted the urge to collapse into bed straight away, taking the time to have a shower and clean myself up, but soon enough was passed out. When I woke a few hours later, I could only think of one thing. Normally it would have been coffee, but today it was porn. I grabbed my phone and got a few of my favourite sites up on different browser windows, clicking into my Favourites on each so I could look over the scenes that tickled me the most. However, my focus was on the interracial scenes, and I soon found what I was after. Joseph Ox being used by four hung muscled black guys, including Kept Secret. Man, the loads I had blown to that one. I booted up the app, and messaged profile guy asking for a way to contact the bulls and also sending him a link to the video. He replied a short while later with multiple ROFL emojis, but also providing me a name and number. I hurriedly got in touch with whichever one of the bulls it was, and then hauled myself out of bed. I dressed in a tracksuit and trainers, and then headed out the door to get a caffeine hit but also pick up some cigarettes. Fuck Alan and his rules. Today was going to be the first day of the rest of my life. And so it is, that really just a few hours after the most epic night of my life, I’m naked on a bed in my apartment waiting for the bulls to arrive. They’ve found a fourth somewhere so that the porn scene recreation can be vaguely accurate, and I know I will enjoy that immensely before they inevitably throw the ‘script’ out the window and focus on getting me pozzed. Profile guy and his partner are so intrigued that they’re coming over to watch, and maybe join in. They’ve hinted at possibly bringing some other people round later too. All the supplies we could need are laid out, and I’ve got things started by giving myself a bit of a brushing. This one is going to be epic…

Julian was 5’11. 175 pounds. Great tone body. Uncut cock. At the age of 19 and on winter break from college. Visiting his family. “What are you going to do today?” Julian’s mom asked. “Not sure.” “I’m working later today.” Julian answered. Julian worked a short shift at the deli near his house. On his break he was checking things on Adam4Adam. It was Saturday night. But it was a slow night on the app. Julian got a message from a guy named Scott. He was chubby sliver hair, blue eyes. 57 years old. Cut dick. Message read: “ Looking to suck cock.” “No need to suck me back.” “Can host.” Julian thought about blocking him. But changed his mind. Thinking a blow job isn’t a bad thing and nobody would know. Julian asked for his address. Julian arrived around 10PM. Scott let him in. They exchanged small talk. Scott lead him into his bed room. Julian started to undo his belt. Scott stopped him. “Allow me” Scott asked he undid the young man’s belt. Unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Then lowered his red boxer briefs. Julian’s cock was still soft. Scott then took off Julian’s shirt. Scott was in awe of how great Julian’s body and looks were. Julian sat on the edge of the bed. Scott was wearing just a t-shirt which was too small for him which was a few inches above his belly button. He started stroking Julian’s dick then began to suck it. With one hand. With his other hand Scott was stroking his own dick. “Here, lie on the bed.” “It’ll be more comfortable for both of us.” Julian got on to the bed. Scott went back into sucking Julian’s hard cock. With his legs spread. Scott noticed Julian’s hot ass. Smooth and tight. Scott stopped jerking himself and ran a finger on the young man’s ass. “What are you doing?” Julian asked. “Nothing Scott answered. “Just checking out your ass.” “Oh no worries.” Julian said. Scott then continued to suck and play with Julian’s dick. Scott stopped and asked Julian if he ever had his ass eaten “I would love to.” “If you want.” Scott said. “I’m great at it.” Julian thought about it for a moment and answered “What the hell.” Scott took off his t-shirt and lifted the young man’s legs over his shoulders and started to eat the young man’s ass out. Julian moaned in pleasure. After about five minutes Scott stopped and saw his once tight hole was lose. He put o e, then two fingers into his hole. Julian was enjoying the fingering of his ass as well. Scott stopped and got up and got lube. He placed some on his cock. And some of it on Julian’s ass. “What are you doing?” Julian asked. “Giving us both pleasure.” Scott then put the tip of his cock into the young man’s ass. “I don’t bottom.” Julian said weakly. “Relax, it’s just the tip.” Scot said. Slowly the tip went in further including his dick. “Oh shit.” Julian shouted in pleasure.” Scott kept going in and out. “I’m cumming” Scott said. “Pull out.” Julian pleaded. But it was too late. Scott shot several loads into the young man. Scott kept his dick inside him until he finished sucking off Julian. Julian came. Scott swallowed his load. Then took his dick out of Julian’s now fully loaded ass. Knowing his load was now deep inside him. Julian, lost his virginity to an old man. And wouldn’t dare tell anyone about it. As for Scott. It was one of three times he topped. And it wouldn’t be his last time.

My hole is tight and definitely needs fucking and breeding.

Got fucked raw and bred by a big Afghani man who worked at the hotel I was staying at in Frankfurt. I was having breakfast and he came to take my empty plates. We exchanged a few words. Then he asked for my room number. He said he would be up in 5 minutes. I received him naked and sucked on his thick Afghani member. He then spun me around doggy and spat into my dry hole and penetrated me. After a few minutes I got on my back so I could look him in the eyes. I love that. He fucked me for around 5 minutes and then released his DNA inside me. Sadly most of it came out when he pulled out of my hole. He had to go back to work. I love that he has a family and was so horny that he inseminated me while on duty at the hotel.

Here’s my tight hole! I need cum in it and preferable from multiple cocks 😉

She was just a few minutes drive from me, and her pictures looked good. She sent me her room number, and I shared my live location with her. It was a motel with room doors directly to the parking lot. While I do enjoy walking past a desk clerk or having them buzz me in (and have even been loaded up by a few after being bred) it is a rare occasion. Her room was one of the last ones towards the back of the lot, and some of the parking lot lights were out. Dark and seedy…my kind of scene. I arrived and knocked on her door. She opened it, and I really saw her for the first time. She was nearly my height, around 6 feet, brunette wig, and slim but toned. She was wearing a light blue robe, and her makeup was done impeccably. ”Come in” she said. Closing the door behind me. “What do you wanna get into?” ”Well, I’m a total bottom, and I’m looking to take loads,” I said, not being shy. She dropped her robe, revealing beautiful firm tits, and hanging between her legs was a nice long cock with a pair of equally low hanging balls. “Do you think you can handle this?” she said as she started to stroke her cock and rubbed one of her tits, pinching a Nicole. I immediately got down on my knees and took her cock in my mouth. I wanted the whole length of it in me. Starting with her head, and running my mouth down the length of her shaft until she was lodged firmly in my throat. She grew firmly and moaned with approval. Her body smelled amazing, and her skin was so soft and supple. I worked her tool, while stripped off my clothes. I was eager to show my hostess how ready I was for her load. She helped me with my poppers, so her cock could stay firmly in my throat while my hands explored her body and tugged on her heavy balls. She sniffed the bottle herself and moaned louder now, as her robe fell to the floor. She commanded me up to the bed on my hands and knees. As I positioned myself to continue sucking her cock, my back naturally arched to give me access to that beautiful piece of lady meat, but it also left my ass in the air, and she immediately zeroed in on my hole. I still had the load in me from a few moments prior (maybe 20 minutes earlier? This was crazy…I had just taken a stranger’s poz load in the park, and now I was sucking off another stranger in a seedy motel room, hoping she would gift me a poz load!). I knew she could feel the load, and she seemed surprised. ”You came here ready, didn’t you pig?” “Mmmhmmm.” ”Have you missed any doses of your PReP?” ”I’m not on PReP,” I responded, removing her from my mouth so I could. Surprised, she then seem pleased. “Then I better get a condom,” she said, as she pulled out of my mouth and started to walk to the night stand. ”That’s okay. We don’t need one. I just want to feel you inside me….raw,” I said. Instead, she picked up the lube, applied some to her cock, and started to stroke it while now looking depraved and hungry at me. She commanded me onto my back, and I complied, sliding my ass to the edge of the bed. I huffed my poppers, as she started to probe my hole with her lubed up fingers. She smiled feeling all the cum that my puffy lips held in me. Then grabbed my neck and passionately kissed me. Her hand firmly gripped her cock, and I could feel her head teasing all around my hole. She moaned again about how badly she wanted to feel inside me. I lifted my legs higher, and spread my ass, as she easily slid into me. Slowly at first, working in just her head, and then the entire length of her shaft. I threw my head back, and moaned loudly, as she grabbed me and kissed me again. ”You feel so good baby!” she told me. “How long have you been poz?” ”I’m not,” I said. “Tested recently. I’m negative.” She seemed surprised, and then that devilish grin returned. That was when she slammed her cock into me forcefully. Slid out, and slammed back in. She started rhythmically fucking me, and my body could feel it all over. She was forcing herself deeper into me, I could feel her cock pushing past my second ring. I yelped in pain and pleasure. Huffing more poppers, I just couldn’t get any more of her…And I needed it! ”I’m going to poz that pig hole, bitch!” “Yes, baby! Give it to me!” My cock started spasming as I shot a heavy load between us. She scooped off her stomach and mine, then pulled out and started to finger fuck my hole with my own cum. I could feel her fake nails scratching and tearing me up, as she grabbed and squeezed my throat. The pain made me think that she was taking it out on me, all the shit that men had put her through She had been used by guys like me, and now she was getting her revenge. She forced her cock back into me, and started angrily fucking. I huffed some more and held it, then she started squeezing my neck again. The pleasure was sooo intense. She could see me losing it, and that’s when she grabbed my face and stared deeply into my eyes. ”Take my fucking load you faggot!” She thrusted hard and deep, then grunted as I felt her warm load coat my insides. She thrusted just that little bit deeper and her body spasmed. She grabbed me by the back of the neck again and kissed me, passionately. ”Enjoy my gift, fag.” She whispered into mouth. She then pulled out, picked up her robe, and a large purse off the table, and headed to the bathroom. ”We’re done. Get the fuck out,” she matter of factly said, before slamming the bathroom door.

I bartend. It’s a lot of late nights. The best thing about it is spending my night getting revved up, and then being released out in to the darkness, horned and desperate to be used once my shift is over. Last weekend I was feeling exceptionally horny after my shift, and I decided to stop by a cruisey park after work. It was all the usual game. A dark park, cool breeze, shadows of trees mingling in the park lights as men hurry past each other not knowing if the fellow in the opposite direction is a cop, some dimwit, or the next notch on your belt. I was dressed in fitting jeans and solid black dress shirt unbuttoned down to my stomach that is carrying a little more ponch than I’d like. I’m more dad-bod than former athlete nowadays, but with a thick ass, tight hole, and desperate cum-hunger, I do more than okay. I walked slowly just enjoying the evening. The air was cooled off, and I enjoyed it blowing on my exposed hairy chest. I caught the eye of several men strolling along the paths, as they caught mine. But one fella in particular looked exceptionally sexy to me. He was tall, about 6’3. And thin. But he had a strut that oozed confidence. I hoped he was oozing something else. I made my way off the paved path, into a small clearing that was secluded by several boulders. It was almost as if this area was designed for men to sneak off and fuck. Talk trees blocked lights, and the boulders were the perfect objects to lean on and bend over. As I heard his footsteps get closer I unbuckled my belt to signal that I was not just out for an evening stroll. He approached and I finally got to see how young he was. Tall and lanky, with a beautiful dark complexion. He had a fitted hat on, a loose hoodie, snug jeans, and the latest Jordans. He couldn’t have been more than 25, and was rubbing the front of his jeans. ”Yo. Whatcha looking for?” I squatted down and said “Whatever you’ve got”. He walked over confidently and said “You want everything I got?” He slid down the front of his unbuttoned jeans, and pulled out his long cock. It must have been about 8 inches and thin, but it was perfect to me. I reached out and took it towards my mouth, feeling his soft skin and warmth on my lips as it filled me and I moaned “Mmmmmhmmmmm!” He sighed as I went to work. His cock rapidly thickening in girth as he groaned in approval. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Suck that cock.” I slid up and down as he rubbed my head. I pulled my poppers out, and inhaled slowly in one nostril as I slid down his shaft. Then slowly back up and down his shaft again, as I inhaled on the other nostril. “Fuck yeah, daddy! Sniff that shit. You gon’ need them!” By this point, I had undone my pants and shifted them to my ankles. My ass was exposed, as I prefer to wear a jockstrap (since you never know when someone will need access). I was slowly sucking his beautiful cock, and trying to slobber all over it, as I didn’t bring lube. But dripping drool all over my hand and working it on my hole to prepare myself. One way or another, I was leaving with a load in my ass tonight. He grabbed my head and forced his full manhood into my throat, as he pulled my hips upward. This was all so he could explore my hole. He massaged my cheeks gently, but it was all yo get to hole, already slick with my spit. He rubbed one finger around, and then inside me. That was when I felts his long and sharp nails. The finger inside me was lightly scratching me. I chalked it up to the impatience and inelegance of youth when it came to sex. ”You want my raw hole, baby?” I asked in my poppers induced haze, as drool dripped off his cock. “Fuck yeah bitch. Turn around and show me that pussy.” I complied and turned around placing my hand on the boulder. I took one more long hit of poppers, as I felt his thick cockhead start to probe my hole. He spread my cheeks with one hand, and aimed his cock with the other. My lips stretched around it slowly, and he took his time as he entered me. Every slight thrust forward opened me up a little more as he slid in. I winced in pain as he got to my second ring, but breathed relief as he pushed past it and releases another moan. ”Goddamn your pussy is tight!” “Open me up, baby! Use me to dump your fucking load.” He slid out slowly leaving his head in me, and then back inside me a little quicker. He started to do this rhythmically, as each thrust pushed me up against the boulder. He pulled out and spit on his cock and my hole. As he added this slickness, I took a long hit from my little brown bottle and begged home to fuck me some more. Before I knew it, he was back inside me and working up a quicker pace. His speed kept picking up, and I could feel the orgasm building in my balls. He grabbed my throat as he moved on top of my back, and turning my face towards his, impaled my mouth with his tongue. ”You want these babies?” He breathlessly asked in my ear as he pulled his mouth away from mine. ”Yes!” I exclaimed, “Shoot that seed deep in me! Give me your babies!” He picked up the pace, and I felt like I was getting ripped open, but he was somehow rubbing up against my prostate and the pleasure was too intense. I arched my back even further, and forced my ass as far back onto his cock as I could. He was breathing heavier, and suddenly yelled out, “Take my AIDS babies bitch!!!” My cock exploded in my jockstrap, as he thrusted his meat into my well worked hole. His full body weight was pinning me to the boulder, and his hand was pressing my face into the rock, as he used his other hand to remove his cock from me. I had spent the last several minutes up on my toes, as it was the perfect way to get his tall frame to meld with mine. But at this point I had collapsed on the ground. He stumbled backwards, breathing heavily. Then quickly pulled up his pants (probably worried that someone had just heard that, and cops were coming to shut us down). As I picked myself up, I could feel his warm cum start to slowly drip out of my ass. I quickly worked to catch it on my hand and taste it so it wouldn’t go to waste. ”Baby, that was amazing!” I said. ”Shut the fuck up slut!” He snapped at me, and turned around to jet off as he zipped up. He was gone as I turned around and leaned my back against the boulder. It then dawned on me that he said he had AIDS. But it was too late, and the poz chasing monster inside me was awakened. I was desperate for more. I pulled up my jeans and fixed myself, before I walked out of the clearing. I was on a mission to quench my unbearable poz thirst.

Just got my latest load in a married professor's office (I work in a university). He's got a nice thick cock, which his wife was totally neglecting. I'm rather proud of this now on going connection since I've had to groom/prepare him for some time to accept both his very natural urges and his equally valid need for release. It's been a commitment of time and energy but he now seems addicted to being enthusiastically sucked and rimmed before bending me over his desk to fuck me raw. He's now at the point of actively arranging 'visits' and lying to wifey about 'working late'. I'm enjoying his descent into secret gay cheater and plan on taking him further down the path. Today, for the first time, I had him suck my cock (after getting him nice and horny and compliant) and I plan on training him to swallow my cum, rim my ass, and, ultimately, bend over to take my cock. I'm already putting the idea into his head that he should play with other cocks, with the goal of setting him free to be a gay cock slut like me. My final goal is to get him to the point where he goes along with the two of us servicing a big dick top: fingers crossed!

Mine doesn't get used much at all, id like some guys to change that though!

I just left a guy I met on bbrt. I live in Charlotte NC, his picture showed a very thick cock. He said he is a top . I was interested in just sucking his .massive cock as I love big cock. I been fucked a few times finally, raw but still a little scared about taking raw cock . I know prep But he is taking prep. Anyway I was sucking his cock freaking beer can thick and he started fingering my asshole, it felt so good, he then told me to get 9n my back 9n edge of bed and started to rim me. It felt so good He needed a shave but his whiskers were feeling real good. He then stopped and told me he was going to fuck me. He had my legs on my shoulders . I really didn't want to fuck, his cock was huge. He was leaking a ton of pre cum , he reached over a put a glob of lube on my hole and before I could stop him he had the top of his thick cock in me . He slowly started putting that thick cock in me. It felt so fucking good. I asked if it was all in me, he said no and with that he shoved the rest in me. Wow. It held still for a moment...then he started to fuck me. Hard..it was hurting a little but as time went by it started to feel good After about 5 minutes he said he wasn't going to last long. I asked him to pull out and cum in my mouth. He said not going to happen. He started to slam his cock 8n me faster and then stopped. He told me he just gave me a load of cum . I really didn't feel it but he held his cock in me, still hard but getting soft and then I felt his cum leaking from me. It felt so fucking good. I am glad he held me down and just fucked me and as sir in a rest area on my way home, my hole hurts so good and I feel the wetness. As soon as I get home I am going to jerk off with his cum. Awesome..just awesome. We are going to meet again next Monday. I want him to take a picture of his cock and him fucking me.

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.

Was taking blindfolded anonymous loads the other night and this was the photo taken by the first guy after he'd dumped in there. I've been stretching and trashing my hole so much lately with plugs and huge toys that this is how it looks at the start of the night 🤤😈 Anyone want to slide their cock or fist in there next?

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

I should have gotten pics of my hole yesterday, I had some huge toys stuffed up my ass

Posted above sir, hope you enjoy. I'm really shocked that my hole took all that and then was fine afterwards. I'm finally getting to the state where I can just take plugs and fists without issue 🤤

I know the mental hell you're going through mate. After I was exposed, I went through literal years of "False Positive" "fast" tests. Full panel blood testing always insisted that I was Neg. It was an Emotional Rollercoaster I rode alone because I had some baggage from growing up during the crisis,having lost many people during that time. I also wrestled with an inevitably complex. from my background. After my doctor literally mixed up my at the time latest test with another patient, I quit testing and adopted a "Don't Ask/ Don't Tell Don't Care" attitude. That probably wasn't the smartest move, but I found the stress of wondering if the results I was staring at were accurate, and checking Web MD against every blotch on my skin, every cut on my gums and every bout of IBS was killing me. If I can offer some advice, I'd say use your head. Use any resource you have access to. Keep taking an active interest in your health. And above all, don'Psych yourself out about it. I spent 16 years at war with myself, not fully embracing myself, All of myself because a test result was defining my life and how i lived it and in my case I wound up Poz anyway. take from that what you will. I'm not advocating "letting go" and this isn't about any kink/ fetish I have. I just want you to know how a False positive can shake one up and I'm here for you.

Oh fuck yeahhhh,,,have plans to take care of that

I was horny and hungover and feeling a bit burned out from partying the night before. In total I had about 2 hours of sleep between hanging with a few friends and then getting home and trying to pass out. Every time I tried to sleep, I would end up on my phone and refreshing my Grindr screen over and over again. After a few more attempts to sleep, I said fuck it, got up and smoked some weed while cruising for dick. I live in an urban area but with COVID-19 and a relatively small bubble, I have not been hooking up much... or at all. The sexual frustration was getting to me. I am a late 20s guy, pretty sexually adventurous, but also really shy and often afraid to make the first move. I am 5'11, 180 lbs, 6in uc dick, and handsome, or so I am told. My online profiles are pretty tame. I usually use two different accounts and this early morning I was logged into my slut account. Barely any information, just a picture of me in my underwear showing off a thick ass, and the title, "Looking now" with a downwards arrow. I tend to get a bit of chatter from guys but rarely do I get and solid action and I often chicken out before anything can happen. I am a bit goofy but have a dark side, especially when I party. I have lots of desires and fetishes, but rarely do I act on any of them for fear of being hurt or in catching something. Also, I am always worried that my sexual adventures could follow me publicly. Today I wasn't really sure what I was looking for, I just knew my thresholds and inhibitions seem to feel much lower than usual. Shortly into my Grindr refresh and toke journey I got a message from a blank profile about 5 miles away, asking me what's up, followed by a dick pic, and, "looking to play? hosting here." The dick was wet and hard, uncut, and looked like it was attached to a fairly average body and a huge set of balls. My stoner mind, hard dick, and hangover combined, making my mouth water and my ass feel tight just at the sight of the dick. I took a hit of poppers and started crafting my reply. Me: "Hey, hot dick. Horny here. Hungover, not sure what I am looking for. Had a pretty late night" Him: "Nice. Your ass looks nice, you like to get fucked? Hosting and alone here. You should come over." I dont know what compelled me to write what I wrote next, but I did. Me: "You ever like it anon?" I often watch a lot of amateur anonymous bareback porn, with the scenes where a younger guy is blindfolded and used by a few men always making me cum. Him: "Fuck yeh. You want it anon? We can do it anon. I have my own place and I can blindfold you. We never have to even see each other's faces." My dick started to throb. I closed Grindr for a minute, feeling overwhelmed and thinking this conversation was going to get me into trouble. I switched back to some porn, took another hit of weed and a hit of poppers. As soon as the poppers and weed starting hitting I switched back to Grindr and saw a few more messages from the same guy. "Come on over, I can fuck you, you can leave. It will be fun. Trust me"... "Hey? You interested?"... "Fuck dude, where did you go? So horny here"... "you like to party?"... "fine, you are just another cock tease. fuck it." I had only ghosted for a few minutes but clearly he was frustrated. I zeroed in on the party comment and decided to say fuck it, I am going for it. Me: "Yeh. I like to party. Ill come over. But I want it anon, you do what you want to me. I def like to party, Stoned here but open to all kinds. Do what you want." He replied with his address and asked, "how long?" I ordered an Uber. Me: "10 minutes away, should arrive in 20. What are my instructions?" ----- In the 10 minutes before the uber arrived I did a quick clean out. My head was a bit light, but I could feel the stone starting to wear off so I took a shot of tequila. It was pretty early in the morning, but I knew I was going to lose my nerve. When the Uber arrived, I locked the door to my place, left a note for my roomie, and headed out. In the car I read his instructions over and over again. Him: "When you arrive, come in the side door off of the garage and strip down completely. I will have a bandana and a jock strap for you to put on. Leave your clothes in the garage. Once you are ready, I will come and get you and lead you into the house. Then, you follow instructions. Is that clear?" I had responded and said yes, but between the time I confirmed and getting into the uber, my nerve was starting to dissolve. The shot of tequila hadnt done much, the weed was wearing off, and I couldnt sniff poppers in the back of the uber. Suddenly, I felt afraid. I sent him a message. I was having second thoughts. "Im on my way over. Im getting nervous. You do this often?" No response. The uber kept driving along. Thankfully the journey was a bit slower than I anticipated. I wrote some more. "You got condoms?" No response. His profile indicated he was online, but he was either ignoring me or he was preoccupied. "Man, I am really having second thoughts. How do I know you wont hurt me?" Still no response. I sat silently in the uber and refreshed my grindr page. His profile was getting closer and closer. As we neared his place, more hot profiles starting showing. I thought, at least I could ditch him and head somewhere else if needed. I was wrestling with myself and my head, feeling my cock strain against my tight undies in my blue jeans while my rational and logical brain were telling me to go home, find another way to scratch this itch. I was lost in my thought when I felt the driver slow the car down and stop. We pulled over on the side of the street and in the lot next to where we were was a nice average looking home in a decent neighbourhood. The lights were seemingly off and there was no car in the driveway. The driver asked, "are you getting out?" I mumbled something, looked out the window and just as I did, rain started pouring down. "Man, I got other rides I gotta get. You want to get out here or do you need to go somewhere else?" Was I ready for this? I wasn't so sure. I was incredibly horny, but I wasn't sure the guy was even there. He hadn't responded to any of the messages and suddenly my phone vibrated. It was a message from him. It read: Him: "get out of the car and come inside like instructed". I looked at the uber driver, said thanks, and walked out into the rain. I was instantly soaked. The entire time I kept one hand in my pocket, holding onto my poppers. The other hand held my phone, which was thankfully waterproof. The walk from the curb to the door on the garage was only a few moments, but my clothes were completely soaked through and the wet denim was rubbing against my cock as I walked. I stood outside the door for a few moments, looked at our grindr conversation, and said to myself, fuck it, you are here now might as well go through with it. I was overcome with anticipation and I couldn't turn back now. I opened the door and entered the dark garage. It was quiet except for the sound of the rain. My eyes took a few moments to adjust, but over to the left hand side next to a door going into the house I saw a stool with a bottle of water, some fabric, and a note. The note read, "Take off your clothes. Put on the blindfold and the jock strap and sit on the stool." I did as I was instructed. My pants were soaked so I wasnt sure where to put the phone or my blindfold, so I held the phone in my hand and tucked the poppers into the waist band of the jock strap. The jock was tight, pulling my skin and holding my cock and walls up tight against my body. My skin was cold and wet from the rain and my nerves were feeling pretty intense. I started to shiver. I heard the sound of a door, possibly the one next to me. I heard some breathing. My senses were overwhelmed without being able to see. The rain sounded like it was pounding furiously against the roof. I was about to ask if everything was alright when I felt a hand grap my wrist and pull me up abruptly. Then he spoke. "Give me your phone and your poppers. Ill give them back once we are inside". I wanted to speak or object, but my body gave in. His deep voice and commanding tone gave me no room to say otherwise. He started to lead me through the door. He didnt talk and he guided me roughly, but I felt I didnt have much choice. We went down a set of carpeted stairs shortly after going through the door. It smelled like we were in a basement, not bad, but distinct. I made a few surprised sounds as he guided me around, but we didnt talk. We stopped. I felt him come around in front of me. He seemed taller, bigger, and much more of a man than me. I couldn't see him, but in my eye I kept picturing his dick and the grindr messages. It was much warmer down here than the garage, but I was still shaking. He grabbed both my wrists and held them up in front of me. He started wrapping something around my wrists. I was scared and I wasn't sure what was happening. Was he tying me up? I opened my mouth to say something and just as I did he leaned in close and I could feel his breath on my face. He spoke, "Repeat after me. 'This is going to be fun.'" I was startled, and wasn't sure what I should do. He was tying my wrists very tightly. He said it again. "I said, repeat after me. 'This is going to be fun'." I started to whisper his words back to him. He laughed with a short gruff chuckle. "Fuck yeh." He stepped away. I wasnt sure where he was, I couldnt really tell where in a room I was. I was just standing there in my jock and now my hands were tied in front of me. I was able to move my elbows and extend a bit, but I wasn't sure what was going to come next. Suddenly I felt a rough push, shoving me forward. I couldnt catch myself and I fell forward quickly. I didnt fall far or hard, but I landed on something soft and about the size of my torso with my knees hitting the carpeted floor and my head and part of my chest falling a bit over the edge of something. It felt like he threw me over an ottoman. He spoke, "Hold these, use them as you'd like". He put a bottle in my hand, it felt like my poppers. My nerves were really getting the best of me. I wanted to ask what was happening. I felt him grab my ankles and start pulling them apart. I was prone, half tied up, and ass up over an ottoman. This was already more than I bargained for. Me: "Hey, I think this is getting out of hand and I..." I wasnt able to say anything else. He leaned forward and shoved his fingers in my mouth. Him: "Shhh. You are going to love this." Somehow with his free hand I could feel him wrapping something around my ankles while his other fingers were down my throat. He switched hands and continued probing my mouth with his other hand. The hand that was just in my mouth went to my ass. It felt like he was trying to explore my throat with this hand from the inside out. I started to gag and convulse a little bit, but he kept at it. His mouth tasted funny and at times it felt like there was something in his hand as if he was trying to force me to swallow something. As he did this started poking at my hole. I could feel the left over saliva on his fingers from when he first entered my mouth. He applied a little bit of pressure and slipped inside in with his finger going straight in. I groaned. It felt good but I also was starting to feel terrified. I also couldnt speak. He fingered my mouth and my whole for a few minutes longer while I groaned before pulling out suddenly. I started to speak. Me: "Hey, this is hot, but did you get my messages? You got condoms?" He laughed again in that short gruff sort of way, but didn't respond. I considered my options. I was now tied up at the feet, attached to something, not sure what, but my legs were pulled somewhat apart and my I was splayed out over this ottoman, my hands being tied too. I could operate the bottle of poppers, but otherwise, my wrists were joined and I wasn't overly mobile. "Look. You can fuck me, but.. I ..l ... " My brain started feeling really warm. I could feel myself grinding the ottoman slightly, my dick rubbing against the fabric of the jock and the furniture. It was feeling somewhat hard to speak. "...I... i... I really want to play safe." He chuckled again and spoke, "I can do whatever I want." I started to reply again but as I did, he interrupted. "There is something to drink in front of you. Ill be back". With that, I heard him walk away. ----- I couldnt see anything, all I could do was feel my other senses. When I first got in the room I couldn't hear anything, now, seemingly alone, I could hear the rain, occasional noises from the house, and I could hear porn playing softly. I was completely over my head here, but I was also getting more and more horny. The night before my friends and I had taken some MDMA, and I have partied a fair bit, so I could tell that I was now on something. My growing horniness was alongside my lack of ability to focus on anything but my dick. I could still operate the bottle of poppers and also reach the water bottle in front of me. I took some swigs of water and took a few hit of poppers and my mind exploded. The water tasted funny and everything was becoming more difficult while my ass and dick were radiating heat. I had nothing else I could do but sniff the poppers, drink the water, and grind. I heard the door open and I groaned. I must have been a beautiful site, ass up, tied up, and grinding into the ottoman. The faint sounds of porn that I could hear earlier suddenly got a lot louder and music was turned on. It was a deep thumbing electronic beat, with the sounds of someone getting fucked on top of it. I couldn't hear anything else. I felt a hand on my ass. Then, the hand glided around my body. He was coming around to face me in the front. His hand felt like electric fire tracing a line from my ass to my head. I could barely think about anything other than cock. I was clearly very high, on some sort of MDMA mix. My ass was tingling really intensely and I couldn't measure the passing of time. As the hand reached my hand I felt a dick poke at my face. I opened my mouth and let it in. It was a nice dick, likely around 7inches. It was leaking precum already and I couldnt get enough. I groaned heavily while I started sucking. The hand became a set of hands and both wrapped around the back of my head and he started pumping in and out of my mouth with the beat of the music and said, "Fuck yeah, take that dick". I was feeling really out of it, but I could tell instantly that this was a different voice. It was slightly higher, less rough, and sounded like it belonged to someone younger. I kept sucking. As I did I felt something on my ass. A cold drizzle of liquid was poured on my ass as this new person drilled in and out of my mouth. What the fuck was happening? How am I now high on god knows what in the basement of a strangers house with lube being poured down my ass crack while another strangers dick was in my mouth? I felt a hand on my ass, pulling and poking the lube into my hole with a finger. There was very little resistance. The drugs and poppers made me very loose. Behind my blindfold the darkness was replaced with a cascading and ever changing series of images influenced by the sounds of the porn, what i was experienced, and the music. I felt helpless and ravenous. The dick pulled out of my mouth. I heard the original voice, coming from behind me, "Ive got him ready to go. You have first go". The person in front of me moved away from me and behind. I started to feel nervous again and began to speak, but it was hard to get my words together. "I... i... use... safe." I heard both of them chuckle. I went to open my mouth again but didnt get any words out before I felt a dick enter my mouth. As it did, I heard the original man. Him: "We are safe. You are safe. Shh. Dont worry. Enjoy the experience." He started pumping in and out of my mouth and I felt the other guy spread my ass cheeks apart as he placed the head of his dick at my hole. I started to mumble while the dick was in my mouth something that might have sounded like "condom" but it was barely audible. He pushed in and entered me fully. I was now high as a kit, impaled by two cocks from two strangers, tied up in a basement. Both men were pumping me with the sound of the music, or at least it felt that way. I was in part feeling like I was in heaven, and in another way, I was feeling like I was on a one-way ride to hell. These men could do whatever they wanted to me, I couldnt do anything about it. I didnt want to do anything about it. I couldn't tell for sure, but given the sounds of the porn in the room, the use of drugs, and the commands I was being given, I was pretty sure there were no condoms being used here this morning. I didnt have the energy to ask or protest. Both men were fairly silent except for the occasional groan. I felt like we had only been fucking for a few minutes, but time didn't quite make sense. I could feel their rhythm, but the loud music and the inability to move with the blindfold only allowed me to really focus on the sensations of their dicks. The cock in my mouth would push in to my throat, then pull out so just the head was inside. I could taste pearls of precum on the tip of the uncut dick and I eagerly lapped it up. The dick in my ass would go all the way in and pause and pull out slowly, then pick up the pace. I was being ridden by two men at the same time in a drugged out fantasy of my making. I really started to lose touch with reality and my brain felt like it was going to spin. The man in front of me, who I assumed was the man I originally talked with, was also feeding me a steady supply of poppers. The man behind me was at a steady pace, but his noises started to increase. The porn that was playing was getting more intense. I could hear a bottom groaning and whimpering at what sounded like a room of men. The sounds of the men inside me and the sounds of the men I could hear from the porn started to become indistinguishable. In my mind, behind the blindfold, I started to picture myself as the bottom in whatever porn they were playing. I was a fucktoy and nothing else. The guy inside my ass groaned, and I felt him put all his wait in me as he put his head behind mine and let out a growl. The man in my mouth shoved his cock deep then pulled out slightly at the same time. Suddenly, spurt after spurt of cum hit my tongue while both men growled. I felt the guy in my ass shudder and push deeper and pull out slightly and hold his dick as it spasmed in my hole. I was being filled up from both ends. I felt my mouth around the dick and I was sucking on it tightly, feeling like I should never let it go. My ass was clenched tightly around the other mans cock. I wanted it all. Both mean eased out of both holes, despite the vice grip my mouth and ass had on them. They both backed away from me and then I couldnt tell what was happening. All I could hear was the porn and the music. All I could feel was empty, with dribbles of cum rolling down my chin and my ass feeling very wet. I felt a hand on my back and suddenly a voice by my ear and then, he spoke. It was the original guy. "Hear, take these. We need a break. We will back shortly. Enjoy yourself till then." He shoved his hand in my mouth, pulled my head back and made me swallow. I wasnt sure what it was. Another set of hands was behind me and I felt something push at my hole. It didnt feel like a dick, it must have been a but plug. My ass tingled and burned slightly, but it felt great to be full at least. After I finished swallowing I felt something being fastened around my head and then felt something rubber being placed in my mouth. A ball gag. Then, I was alone. The music was turned off as well. I could still hear the porn and between the sounds of someone getting railed on whatever video they were watching, I heard sounds of footsteps walking away followed by the sound of a door. I was alone. I heard a door open again, some distance away and the second guy, the one who surprised me yelled, "We might need a break fag, but there are others who are ready to go. We gave our address out to a few guys online with pics of your sweet hole. Get ready to be used." ----- More to come. Sorry if this was too long. Was trying to include details. I love stories like this so thought I would try writing one myself.

Given that it sounds like you have been in a monogamous (heterosexual, though it doesn't particularly matter) relationship for the last 3 years, of course you couldn't be poz (unless your partner gave it to you). In fact, given the probabilities involved, I'm rather surprised that you were even bothering to test. So my suggestion would be that you think through the issue and maybe look at the real math involved. And ask yourself why you were (illogically) worried enough to test, and scared by the false positives (when it was fairly clear that that was the only realistic likelihood). If there's some unresolved psychological issue or fear going on, take care of that so that it doesn't make your life miserable. Because having a healthy respect for the risks of sexual activity is prudent and sensible, but having unreasonable and unrealistic fear of them is a recipe for unneeded unhappiness. I understand the knee-jerk reaction of fear of a lethal disease (I've had it myself), but the scientific reality of HIV in the 2020's is a very long way from what it was in the 1980's.

Part II: So I went back up the stairs to his room, and he was already hard again. I got on my knees on the floor and put his cock back in my mouth. He fucked me again, this time on all fours on the floor. He pounded me there for awhile. We moved back to the couch at the foot of the bed after my knees started to hurt. I could feel him start to get closer. I remembered that I wanted to take more videos of me being slutty, so before he blew his load I asked him to slow down and take a video. I definitely have an exhibitionist streak, but so many times in the heat of the moment I completely forget about wanting to film it. Luckily I remembered this time, so now I have a nice new clip of me getting fucked. He stopped filming once he reached the point of no return, and blew his second load deep in my ass. He pulled his dripping cock out of my hole and again I gently took him in my mouth. We made more small talk as I got dressed and he went to take a shower. This time when I left I went all the way down the stairs, walked back to my car, and drove the 20 minutes to the bathhouse. On my way walking into the bathhouse, the hotel guy messaged me saying he wished I had stayed and that he could give me a third load. I paid for a large room, got my towel, key, and remote for the TV, and walked to go find my accommodations. I have a tank top that says "Cum In My Ass" that I like to wear whenever I get to the bathhouse, because it makes me feel slutty and advertises the goods. My room was directly next to an area with a padded couch and TVs showing porn, a wooden sex bench, gloryholes, and a "slurp ramp," where there is a raised platform guys can walk on while other guys below can give them a blowjob while standing. After I got everything situated in my room, I opened the door to go do a lap around the club. There were a few guys in the play area outside my door, but they weren't playing themselves, mostly just browsing. One of the guys looked like he was waiting for me. I made eye contact and nodded back to my room, and he followed me inside. I left the door open, but he shut it. He was a stocky Hispanic guy, probably in his 20s, with an above-average thick uncut cock. I gave him a blowjob for awhile. I asked if he wanted to fuck me, but he declined. He wanted to fuck me with one of my dildos that I had brought, so I let him do that while I sucked him. I don't want to brag too much about my blowjob skills, but I've made three guys cum twice with my mouth within the span of about 10-15 minutes each, and made another guy cum three times within the same timeframe. After about 15 minutes of sucking this guy's cock, and he still didn't seem to be any closer to cumming, I told him thanks and indicated that I was going to do a lap. This guy followed me around the club throughout the day, never said a word, and at one point kind of elbowed his way past another guy so he could get at my mouth, but he never seemed to get any closer to cumming, never took me up on my offer to fuck me, and in fact never said a word. Any time I asked him a question he kind of shrugged or rolled his eyes. He had a nice cock, and I would've gladly taken his load, but anybody who makes me work for it that much isn't worth my time. I took a lap and went to a different slurp ramp/gloryhole area. This area is filmed on the internal CCTV system, and broadcast to all the TVs in each room, providing a cool real-time voyeur/exhibitionist element and information about how busy things are. I walked on the lower level, indicating that I'm looking to suck cock. An older Asian guy walked up and stuck his hand between the slats to guide my head to his slightly smaller-than-average cock. I sucked him for a minute before asking if he wanted to go back to my room. He agreed and followed me back there. I was hoping he would fuck me, but he wanted me to keep sucking him. He was leaking a ton of precum, and it tasted delicious. Within a few minutes he was cumming down my throat. Next, I went to one of the video areas, where an older Hispanic guy was watching porn. I asked if I could suck him and he said sure, so I got down on my hands and knees, ass in the air, and started sucking his smaller uncut cock. I couldn't make him hard after sucking him for a few minutes, and he looked very apologetic when he told me that he was a bottom and doesn't usually get his cock sucked. I told him I'm the same way, so we wished each other happy hunting and went our separate ways. I walked up to an area of the club I had never been to before--it was always closed for construction. You needed to walk through a dark room maze, and on the other side there was another slurp ramp, kind of a slurp ring, with a raised walkway that went around in a circle around a central area, kind of like an arena. In the middle of the arena was another fuckbench, kind of a picnic table covered in padding with a much thinner "table" area, where a bottom puts his chest down on the table part, and then his hands and knees go on the benches on either side. Unlike others I'd seen, this one had restraints for the bottom's wrists and ankles. There was no one in the entire larger room, but I was so turned on thinking about getting fucked while guys getting blowjobs watched me in a circle that I strapped myself into the restraints and hit my poppers. I went back to my room and started watching porn and playing with my dildos. I got so worked up fantasizing about all the anonymous cock I was going to take that I opened my door, put my ass in the air at the edge of the bed, and kept using my toys, advertising my hole. Pretty soon I had my first customer. While my head was in the mattress and I had turned off all the lights except the red one, my room had mirrors all around and I could see that it was the bathhouse employee who had checked me in, a guy of mixed ethnicity in his mid-30s. He came in, unzipped his pants (another telltale sign, no one but employees is wearing anything other than a towel or jockstrap), and started stroking his cock while gently fingering my ass. I grabbed his nice large cut cock, lubed it up, and guided it inside me. He was pounding me hard from the start and it took him maybe a minute to shoot his load in my hole. He zipped up, smacked my ass, and left. Within 30 seconds, another bathhouse employee came in and unzipped, but this guy didn't fuck me. He got down on his knees and started eating and fingering my cummy hole while stroking himself. His soft wet tongue felt amazing around and inside my hole, and I enjoyed the contrast with his rough stubble between my cheeks. He was enjoying himself, and within about 5 minutes he came, shooting his load on the floor before zipping up and leaving. I vaguely remember another guy fucking me and cumming inside me after that, a white guy with a big belly and a short thick cock, and he came very quickly. I then closed the door and relaxed for a bit before going out into the slurp ramp area outside my door. A younger Asian guy walked onto the ramp area as I was walking below, went up to the rail and pulled his towel aside to free his cock in front of my face. He had an average length cut cock, but it was pretty thin--all things being equal, thin cocks are my least favorite, but I wasn't going to turn down a load of cum. Shortly after I started sucking him, the Silent Hispanic Guy came up next to him and also put his cock in my face. I started sucking both of them, and then the Asian guy pulled away. I thought he was leaving, so I started focusing solely on the Hispanic guy's cock, but the Asian guy came around behind me and started feeling up my ass. At this, the Hispanic guy pulled away and left. I grabbed the Asian guy and brought him into my room, where he fucked me on all fours for a good 10 minutes, then had me turn over to fuck me in missionary. I don't generally enjoy missionary sex with guys, but I wanted this guy to cum, and I figured he needed more friction considering how thin his cock was compared to my stretched out hole. He finally came, and left very quickly. I went to the spa area to go take a shower and jump in the jacuzzi. Despite there being a rule that you're not allowed to play in the jacuzzi area, it's designed to have a lot of corners out of sight. Another Hispanic guy, this time a younger guy, started jacking me off under the water. So I returned the favor. I told him I had trouble getting hard with guys, so he stopped jacking my cock and hopped up on the edge of the jacuzzi, presenting his cock to my mouth. I sucked him for a minute and then left. I then went into one of the saunas, where I found the Silent Guy all by himself. Since I thought maybe he left the slurp ramp the last time because all of my attention wasn't focused on him, I decided to try to get him to cum one more time. I got on my knees on the lower bench as he put one of his legs up to allow me easier access. I slobbered and throated his cock for what felt like 30 minutes, but was probably more like 10. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me, but again he indicated no. A crowd had formed around us to watch me work, but I was getting very hot and had to throw in the towel. As I pulled back and started wiping the sweat off my body, one of the guys who had been watching said, "Damn, nice work dude. You were really going for it." Small consolation. This bathhouse has two saunas, so I walked around and felt the cool air for awhile before going into the second sauna on the next level. On the top bench, there was a middle-aged white guy in good shape with a goatee and a bald head. I sat a little ways away and we both stretched and relaxed while fondling our packages underneath our towels. I pulled mine away and he did the same, revealing a heavy cock. I reached over and started stroking him, then got down on the lower bench beneath him to put him in my mouth. Once he was at full mast, I saw that he had a very large cock, not as thick as my Hotel Guy but definitely thicker than average and about 8 inches long. I was sucking him for a few minutes when I heard the door open and another guy walked in. I didn't really see him, because the door was directly behind me, but he came up to my ass, pulled his towel to the side, and started rubbing his bare cock against my hole. I grabbed my lube and lubed my hole and his cock before guiding him in, all without taking the cock out of my mouth. I was getting spitroasted again, one of my favorite activities! Another minute or two and he was shooting his semen in my hole. At some point during that time another guy had walked into the sauna, a fat white guy. He sat down next to the guy on the bench in front of me to watch and stroke under his towel. After the guy who was fucking me left, the Fat Guy pulled his cock out and offered it to me to suck, an average cut cock. The Bald Guy didn't appear to be close to cumming, so I started alternating between the two of them. As I focused back on the Bald Guy, the fat guy stood up and got behind me. He was shorter than me, so in order to get his cock in my hole, I had to do a half squat. I had been alternating between kneeling on the bench and standing on the floor since I got to the sauna, so my legs were pretty tired. The Fat Guy fucked me for about a minute before I couldn't hold out any longer and told him I needed to stand up. He kept trying but couldn't make it work, and finally gave up. He said I was too tall and laughed. I laughed and apologized, then went back to sucking the guy in front of me. He asked if I had a room, and I told him yes--I couldn't wait to get back to getting fucked in a comfortable position. I brought the Bald Guy back to my room, where I proceeded to take his cock in my holes for the next 30 minutes in all different kinds of positions. He made me cum from anal, the first time that's ever happened. After I came, I started thinking about how I needed to get home, and the guy still didn't seem like he was getting close to cumming. I think he was on something. Aside from having the stamina of a racehorse, whenever we chatted in between position changes, he kept intense eye contact and his pupils were very wide. Other than that he was a very nice guy. I think he was really enjoying himself, getting very verbally into fucking my cunt. When I told him about why I needed to leave, that I was in a relationship with a woman and she let me fuck guys every once in awhile, he seemed kind of sad. I got the feeling he was trying to make it more than a sexual connection. During one of our breaks to grab a drink of water, I reiterated that I needed to leave soon to get home. I told him I wanted his cum, and he said he'd give it to me. He put me back down on all fours on the bed and went to town. Really roughly fucking my hole. I felt him slam home deep and hold his hips against my ass and the back of my thighs, and then give me two more powerful thrusts, holding himself there as he dumped his seed in my hole. I turned around and took him gently in my mouth and coaxed the last drops of his semen out of his shaft. We said our thanks and he left. Then I relaxed on the bed for a few minutes, went to go take a shower, packed up my items and tidied up the room, and left to go pick up a pizza on my way home. Altogether a very successful hall pass.

It's probably helpful to describe what a 4th Generation HIV test is, and how it works, and then look at why you might have a false positive. Traditional HIV tests rely on testing for HIV antibodies - the cells produced by a body in response to an HIV infection. So strictly speaking, what these traditional tests are looking at is not whether you currently have an HIV infection, but whether your body is producing those antibodies. And while it's generally true that your body won't be producing HIV antibodies unless there's an infection present, that's not necessarily the case. 4th Generation tests look for both HIV antibodies and something called P24 antigens - a part of the virus that usually appears within a couple of weeks of infection, usually earlier than HIV antibodies, and so these tests can detect HIV earlier. But - they aren't foolproof, and there's documented evidence of several things that can cause false positive results. One of these is SARS-OoV-2 antibodies, which can be generated by having had a COVID-19 vaccination or by having had COVID-19 itself. There are other issues like liver conditions (including hepatitis) and autoimmune conditions that can also cause a false positive 4G HIV test. The important thing is that the follow-up tests revealed no infection. Those tests are much more thorough; they take longer, though, and are more costly, hence why they're only done if there's an initial reactive (positive) test result. Given that normal blood testing for HIV-positive individuals can find HIV even at the "undetectable" levels - that is, "undetectable" doesn't mean that HIV isn't present, it's just in such small numbers that it's clearly under control - the likelihood that THOSE tests were wrong is very, very low indeed.

love hitting heads on a rod. it's so hot. great pic.

I also met a boyfriend by writing on a bathroom stall “cumthirsty, cockhungry schoolboy fucktoy willing to be used by anyone, anytime, anywhere. i love getting gangbanged raw” with my number. he met up with me several times to let me suck him off in his car, or fuck me behind a store a block from my family house(usually at night). once he used me a bunch of times, he started bringing me back to his apartment so that he could share me with his buddies and random guys on the internet. wasnt that long before he was my boyfriend and he was whoring me out to multiple men virtually every day. he was the first boyfriend to bring me to bathhouses and blindfold me and let random strangers breed me all night or all day. he turned out to be the absolute dirtiest fuck. but most of the guys it was usually for a quick blowjob or an anonymous fuck in their car or a public restroom, often under the stall or in a handicap bathroom so they couls strip me naked and enjoy the body they were violating.

[This is my adaptation of a hot story I read here] Seduced into Poz I decided to write a story for my magazine about bug chasing – gay men who deliberately choose to get infected with HIV. Even though I thought of myself as a straight male and I was married to a beautiful woman, I found this subject fascinating. For some reason, I decided not to tell my wife about the project. When she went out of town on business, I started to interview gay men online to learn about why they wanted to get pozzed. I have to admit I found myself getting aroused by their stories, and I even watched porn clips and films about it. Then I connected online with a guy who said he pozzed other men for money – a “poztitute”. I was intrigued and asked him if we could meet so he could tell me his story. The next night I went to the gay bar he recommended and waited for him. It was my first time in one, and I was nervous. In walked the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. I was surprised when he walked right up to me and said, “You must be Andy. I’m Eric.” He shook my hand and held it for what seemed like a long time. We started to talk. Eric told me about his sex work and why he enjoyed it – liberating men from their fears and letting them enjoy man sex in all its fullness. He went on to share erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding and caused me to get an erection. I don’t know why I was so turned on. I realized he was coming on to me, and I found that exciting. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue, as he stated he could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his “massive viral load”. As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they “helped prime a bottom’s plumbing,” which meant nothing to me at the time. Then he rested his hand on mine and left it there, stroking mine gently, sexually. No man had ever done that before and I felt a strange excitement. He told me he was pozzing a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was rock hard at the thought of watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. It probably didn’t hurt that Eric’s hand brushed my crotch and that he realized he had turned me on. When he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool so his crotch chanced to press against my thigh. I realized he was hard. I was strangely excited to know that he desired me, too. The next evening, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing his doorbell. Eric answered the door buck naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence, his manly aroma. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a losing battle. He had a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick cock that never hung quite down but arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he told me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the “fuck-fest,” to use his words. He disappeared back into his bedroom. I sat down in front of the TV, which was showing a gay porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had bareback sex and boasted about giving their bottoms their charged loads. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10 thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric’s dick. What had I gotten myself into? I thought about making an excuse to leave but every time I started to speak I couldn’t. My mouth was too dry. Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally, he said that it looked like his friend wasn’t going to show. He said I could do a better story if I role-played a bug chaser. I said OK. He told me to undress, which I did. He saw my erection and smirked. “You’re a good actor, Andy.” I turned red but didn’t say anything. “I like my chaser to feel feminine, because he is going to welcome my seed into his cunt,” Eric said. He handed me a pretty women’s wristwatch and slipped a very feminine diamond engagement ring on my finger. It glistened in the light. I felt a chill go up my spine. Next Eric fastened a black leather dog collar around my neck. “And this symbolizes the chaser’s acceptance of his submission to my will.” I felt myself trembling. Finally, he gave me a studded black cock ring to wrap around by swollen dick and balls. I’m not that big – maybe 5 inches – but I felt huge. “Andy, you really need to let yourself feel what the chaser feels.” He told me to stand close to him; I obeyed. He placed his hands on my waist. I felt our cocks rub together and gasped at the sensation. I placed my hands on his powerful arms and noticed how dainty and feminine they looked with the watch and ring. Eric leaned forward and kissed me on my mouth. It was the first time I had kissed another man. I was surprised how natural it felt. He gazed into my eyes and smiled. “Now suck my cock,” he ordered, quietly but firmly. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. “Put your mind in the chaser’s space,” Eric said. “You’re about to take my seed, my pozz juice. You will forever be joined to me. Look at the ring. Just like your wife felt when you gave her a ring like this. She knew yours would be the only cock she would let inside her. My chasers are bound to me the same way.” I looked at the ring out of the corner of my eye and felt the thrill of knowing Eric and I could be forever tied if I went through with it. I heard Eric moan as I pleasured him with my lips and my tongue and even my throat. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there, holding hands like two gay lovers. I lay naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock and balls, and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: drops of pre-cum oozed out of his cock head. I loved the taste of his pre-cum -- slick, salty, and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then, leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could feel myself being opened up. I knew what Eric intended. He said the best way for me to understand what a chaser felt was to let him slip his cock inside me. I resisted, but each time I said “No” it was with less conviction, and he knew it. His persistence and my rising lust won out. When he assured me he’d pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. I still declared I wasn’t going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on my hands and knees. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first, a sharp burning and stinging sensation. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: I now understood why so many gay men love anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. He whispered in my ear, telling me how cute I was, how I was natural bottom, how wonderful my “boi-cunt” felt. I loved his words – they made me feel so desired. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an approaching orgasm, but I didn’t hear (or maybe didn’t want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him “no mas” at the first sign he was going to cum in me. Encased by the leather ring, my balls and cock swelled deliciously. While all this was happening, my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time (my pretty, feminine watch said forty-five minutes), Eric paused his thrusts and said he had some things to tell me. “I can stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. And I can cum and not make a sound.” Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. “I already came twice inside you, Andy.” Before I could say anything or pull away, he grunted, “Here cums the third load!” Eric's strong hands moved to my shoulders and he pushed me face down into the mattress. His full weight was on top of me, pinning me to the bed. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock spasm and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. He pulled my face to the side and kissed me deeply. I opened my mouth and did not resist his tongue. Then I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric’s still-hard cock plugged my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me he knew I really wanted it, that no straight male would let himself be talked into sucking cock and then getting fucked. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night so he could fuck me some more. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I cried as I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. Then I sat for a while, processing what had happened. I looked again at the engagement ring and the pretty watch and realized I had never experienced anything close to what Eric and I had done. Finally, I looked in the mirror, and said aloud, “I’m a gay man. I’m a faggot. And now I can enjoy sex the way I was meant to.” When I came out of the bathroom, I saw that Eric had fallen asleep. I slipped into bed with him. He felt me and rolled me onto my back. Then he kissed me passionately and I eagerly responded. I felt his cock harden again. I pulled him on top of me and murmured, “I need you inside me.” He just smiled. I pulled my legs up and apart, and invited him to penetrate me as my wife had so often invited me. As he fucked me, I saw the light reflect off the diamond ring again and realized Eric and I would always be linked by the gift he had given me. My body was soon wracked by an orgasm that started in my toes and went on and on. Eric said I had just had my first “sissygasm”, which proved I was a true faggot. Soon he erupted inside me yet again. He would fuck me twice more during the night, cumming inside me each time. Early the next morning, we agreed we would march together in the upcoming gay pride parade. “Promise me you’ll wear the watch and ring in the parade while we hold hands,” He said. I kissed him passionately and said, “Of course!” I dressed and went home. Later I saw that my underwear was stained with his cum and my blood. When my wife got back to town, I told her that I was gay. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I never wrote the article, but soon became an AIDS activist. From time to time, Eric and I get together to make love, and I always wear the special jewelry he gave me.

First though, good riddance to the clown from NY. Interestingly, he wore his overcoat draped over his shoulders (BatQueen-like) as the vote was taken; he wanted to make his get-away as quickly as possible, I suppose. So it turns out that Israeli Intelligence had pertinent, detailed information regarding the Oct attack by Hamas on Israel for at least a year prior October '23. More, the Prime Minister of Israel has denied that he was informed of this intelligence. Does this pass the "sniff-test"? Of course not. It's emblematic of a calcified General Staff within the IDF, as well as a bloviating Prime Minister. Remember: his previous crises was the attempt to interfere with the Judiciary, for which he was forced to back off. The assumption that Hamas was simply incapable of such an attack, as well as keeping the year-long intelligence a secret from the PM (which is hardly believable), is as damning as the resumption of the destruction of Palestinian infrastructure and the resultant deaths of innocents. These people in the Israeli Government are nothing but apparatchiks, solemnly intoning that they aren't at fault - just like government apparatchiks all over the world. Yes, they happen to be Jewish, but are not emblematic of "The Jews" everywhere. There are fresh reports (up 3x in a month*) of hate attacks against Jewish folks in NY, perhaps less-so in other metro areas, perhaps not. This anti-Jews behavior makes no sense whatsoever. It's not "The Jews" that are behaving in such a caustic, destructive way in Gaza. It's the Israeli's, the nationalists, who also happen to be Jewish. What the Israeli's are doing to the remnants of Gaza is simply inexcusable. It is not supported by the majority of the Israeli general population. It is an act of the Israeli Government, based on ignorance, self-aggrandizement, and evading responsibility. Today, some drones approaching commercial ships loaded with humanitarian supplies for the surviving, displaced Palestinians were shot down by US naval forces in the area. The US has armed forces in a number of area States, generally small in number. The chances are increasing that a general war could break out, and it's thanks to President Biden (and his Administration) that hasn't happened so far. Domestically, we're engulfed in our own divisive issues. The President however, (and his Administration) has responsibility for the US involvement everywhere in the world, as well as our domestic issues. Progressive Government is good Government. Repressive Government, as promised in every word out Trumpanzee's** ignorant mouth is not good Government. *NBC News this evening **credit: Mr. Bootman

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As I understand it, the primary benefit of 4th Gen tests is that by detecting antigens in addition to antibodies, they can "spot" HIV earlier than other tests. But that antigen testing is also, as I understand it, the reason for many of the false positives (because other things are known to give a reactive result besides the p24 antigens). For whatever reason, you've had two false positive results from this kind of test. My guess - purely conjecture - is that you have something else in your system that sets them off; as noted, that could be as simple as having had a COVID vaccination and/or a COVID infection in the past. If so - and getting the same false positive result from another source would tend to suggest that's the case - then you might consider whether, given your circumstances, taking a less-sensitive test might serve you better. Especially if you're have a limited-enough "outside the relationship" sex life that your risks aren't that high, generally speaking. Otherwise, my concern is that every time you take a 4G test and it comes back reactive, you'll be in a mild panic mode, which isn't good for your mental health.

I've been married for nearly 40 years. For all that time I've been having sex with men as well, and for the last 15 its been raw whenever I can get it. I'm now at the stage where I will only fuck or be fucked raw. Nothing in the world beats it. I love taking a hot load in my ever hungry hole, and wouldn't dream of using a rubber when fucking an eager young guy

No and no…massive turnoff

Funny and sexy at the sane time. I hope it continues. I'm eager to see how many loads Caleb can take before school lets out! PE coach? Principal? Fellow students? Those hook-up apps can lead one astray. How many of those loads he's taking are poz? Let's find out!

I was discussing this with a fwb the other day and I didn't know what a sigma was but realised it fits me. I'm definitely not an alpha, but I'm not a beta either. I dream of being used and subjugated by men and whored out and trashed, but I always seem to be the dominant one in the scenarios and I always seem to organise things and do things on my own rather than being led or leading others. Maybe it's because I've not been dominated properly yet... 😈

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

Had some fun on the weekend. I was in a blowjob mood, so I posted online that I was giving them, and I quickly got a response from a guy in a hotel nearby. Went over to visit him around 6pm. When I arrived, the host mentioned that he might have some more guys coming by and asked me if it was cool. I was a little nervous because I didn’t know who or what to expect, but I was also feeling slutty and excited, and I told him I was definitely interested 😈 We got undressed, talked a bit, and I started to suck his cock while he laid on the bed. Cock was really small to be honest, but cock is cock and I was in heat. Surprisingly, he told me he wanted to suck me too. Wasn’t expecting that but I don’t mind. We 69ed for a while. He seemed to like having his ballsack licked so I spent a good bit of time down there. Tasted great. About an hour into that, the third guy showed up at the hotel room and things started to get interesting. He was a top, with a much nicer cock. Not huge, just fun sized. He got naked and I started taking turns sucking and stroking both of them as they reclined on the bed. The room host then started fingering his own hole with lube. They were both moaning quietly and they patted my head as I worked their dicks with my mouth. This went on for a while. I was having a lot of fun 🤤 The top then got up from the bed and mounted the host doggy style, raw. Didn’t waste any time sliding in. I got positioned to lay beneath the host’s legs, sucking his (small) dick as he got banged from behind by the top. I had a great view of the action as I watched from below, with the host’s dick and his balls in my mouth. The top’s ballsack was hitting my face as he pounded away. This was exactly what I wanted! Mouthful of dick and someone else’s balls in my face 🐷 The top eventually groaned and climaxed inside the host. That’s when I went to work. The host let the cum drip out of his hole and onto my face, so I could lap it all up with my tongue. Delicious! 😋 I tongued his hole a little, too. Then I went back to sucking him. He didn’t last long after that and gave me a load down my throat. Then I decided to go to work on the host, for sloppy seconds. I fapped a little to get my dick hard, and then plunged it into the host, who was still on all fours. It went inside without any resistance. It was warm and slick, still had some of the top’s cum inside. I grabbed his hips and started thrusting. He was moaning and panting. The top was in the corner watching us. I didn’t last too long before I totally gave in and shot my load into him 💦 And that’s it! I left satisfied, balls empty, stomach full. Will probably post another ad in the near future 😋

One thing he might consider is getting Plan B from a pharmacy before the trip, and taking it.

I wouldn't/couldn't say no. I had 3 loads up my hole when that pic was taken yesterday, 4 more were added after. It was overflowing

Based on your description, you were raped. No consent, being physically overpowered, and forced penetration = rape.

I picked myself up off the ground, and used the rock to steady myself as I stood up. My head was spinning, and my asshole was tender. It was then that I could feel the cum started to leak out. Slowly it dripped from my hole, to the bottom of my cheeks and onto my legs. I clenched to hold it in, and used my fingers to catch the cum starting to run down my legs. I lapped it up hungrily, feeling its warmth, and tasting how sweet it was. Maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me, but his poz seed was especially sweet. I gasped at how good it tasted. I fixed myself up, and made myself presentable. Which was good, since as soon as I stepped out of the trees and back onto the path, two cops were walking towards me. They both looked at me and smirked, indicating that they knew what had just happened. Not wanting to risk arrest, I simply nodded and headed back to my car. I was checking my phone the entire time, and I noticed a few message pings on a popular cruising site. While some looked good, I saw a post from a trans woman about a mile away. She was showing off her cock, saying she was a top who only fucked raw, and no mention of status. I instantly got hard again. The poz cumslut inside me was awakened.

I don’t even know where to begin again. I got in trouble and was gone for a while… but I shot porn, went to Rough Stock Round-Up twice, shot a video there for a private collector, went on the world’s biggest gay cruise ever, got fucked in Philly bathhouses, earned the MR LEATHER title in my home state, went to Easter Berlin for Leather Fetish Week, fucked everywhere possible in Berlin. MR LEATHER BERLIN fucked me on a river cruise surrounded by men, met my next foster, am moving… so much to share!

I had the most intense sexual experience of my life last weekend. It was also the most frightening. I’m still trying to process me feelings about what happened. After many conversations with my boyfriend JM about the leather scene, we agreed to go together to a leather bar here in the Bay area. It’s well known as a place where men go to hook up on site, in various backrooms and the basement. Lots of sex – reputedly bareback sex. JM and I have an agreement that we would only engage in unprotected sex with each other. But I haven’t been able to overcome my fascination with letting a top I just met take me raw. We decided together that I should explore my desires more fully. Well, to cut to the chase, I found myself in a basement room with nothing but a cum-stained mattress, a bare lightbulb, and lots of mirrors, accompanied by JM and a muscular, alpha male with a goatee and close-cropped gray hair who said his name was Jake. I was wearing my harness, my black work boots, and my pride jewelry (but not my girlie wristwatch -- that's just for when I'm making love with JM). Jake wore studded leather arm bands and cuffs, a cock ring, and chaps. He had tatoos all over his arms and torso. We had agreed on a safe word, “heterosexual,” but I was determined not to use it. By prior understanding, JM left as things heated up between Jake and me, but was going to return to check on me. A lot of what happened in that room is now a blur. It was just too overwhelming to remember it. Jake slapped my ass hard, and I thanked him and called him sir. He smoked a cigar and when he kissed me he tasted of tobacco and stale beer. God, it was so hot! I've never been so submissive with anyone. He forced his cock deep in my throat until I gagged and didn’t let go of my head. I had trouble breathing. But Jake was only focused on his own pleasure. Then we were on the mattress. I was face down on my belly, and he mounted me. He was fully inside of me. Uncovered. A man I had just met. I was terrified, but I didn’t want him to stop. I was thrilled and turned on to be used the way Jake was taking me. The safe word was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t utter it, couldn’t stop him. “You need to be seeded, faggot,” he grunted in my ear. “That’s what pussy boys like you live for.” I knew he was right. I felt powerless. But then I had an attack of caution. As his thrusts grew faster and his heavy balls slapped against my ass, I muttered “heterosexual.” I said it again, louder and more forcefully. But he didn’t hesitate or pull out. He just growled in my ear, “Too late for that, cunt.” Then he jerked my head around to thrust his tongue in my mouth and I felt him tense up and explode inside me. He gripped my shoulders and kept thrusting until he had fully emptied himself in me. Then he stood up and walked out. I lay there for a long time, breathing hard. I felt his cum oozing from my ass. Tears stung my eyes and I started to sob. Then I looked up and saw JM staring down at me. He had a smirk on his face and his large cock stood erect. “My turn, slut,” he said coldly. And he had his way with me. At some point when he was fucking me, I had an amazing orgasm. When we left together, JM wrapped his arm around my shoulder and held me close. I was trembling and told him how scared I was. He reassured me that I would be fine but added that I should get myself tested regularly. I can’t stop thinking about what happened. I hope I have the power to resist the impulse to go back to the bar. I am scared of my feelings, scared of putting myself at risk. But my desire hasn’t been satisfied – If anything it’s more acute than before. I don’t know what I’ll do. (To be continued....)

My wonderful boyfriend JM surprised me today. He knows I’ve been thinking constantly about my encounter with Jake. I’ve been distant and distracted all week. We’ve discussed my complicated reaction and whether I would want to do it again. Well, JM managed to get Jake’s phone number and email, and offered to arrange another session whenever I’m ready. I don’t know about this. Yes, it was the most amazing sexual and emotional experience I’ve ever had. Would it lose something by repetition? Can you ever recapture the heat? Maybe I should just savor the experience and relive parts of it in my mind. Something else: now that I know we can find Jake, do I want to know whether he’s HIV positive? That was my fear, but also part of the turn-on. I plunged into the unknown, embracing the risk as the price Jake demanded. I wanted so desperately for him to breed me, to give me his seed. My man lust overwhelmed any sense of caution. At first I thought that if learned Jake was poz, I couldn’t hook up with him again. Just too far over the edge for the prudent side of me. Now, though, I'm getting aroused at the thought of taking it to that next level, holding nothing back. If I learn he’s negative, I think a big part of the excitement would be gone. It’s NOT KNOWING that made it so hot. I felt fear but it only aroused me more. When I weakened too late and uttered the safe word, I really wanted him NOT to stop, even though I was genuinely terrified at that point. *** So my next tryst with Jake has been arranged. Without telling me, JM sent Jake a photo of me in my sissy boi outfit – clingy black camisole top, black thong, pride jewelry with my girlie wrist watch, and high-heeled black women’s booties. Jake wrote back that I’m not man enough to wear leather. He ordered me to write him a note accepting his conditions for a rendezvous. I emailed him the following last night: “Dear Sir: 1. This Saturday JM will drop me at the warehouse entrance at [location] and leave me there. 2. I will not move from that location until you collect me, no matter how long or what the weather. 3. When you arrive, you will collar me and I will obey your commands 4. There will be no safe word. 5. There will be no condoms. 6. You will not abuse me physically in a way that leaves a mark or scar. Your devoted and willing fuck toy, Andy” *** Tonight's the night for my hook-up with Jake. I've almost chickened out about four times -- which is as many times as I've jerked off today thinking about it, LOL. JM has told me to stop playing with myself. Jake sent more instructions. First, I am to shave my body smooth, because only real men have body hair, not sissy faggots like me. I've done this, and it feels cool. Second, I am to bring a photograph of my ex-wife with me. JM told Jake I was married until a couple of months ago. I'm not sure why Jake wants the photograph, but I suspect it's to humiliate me. Jake plans to videotape our session, with a copy for JM. I really hope it doesn't end up on the internet. It could ruin my career. This is a crazy thing to do. I am a middle-aged male, not some kid who lives recklessly. Maybe I just never got this out of my system. But the whole thing is such a turn-on I can't back out. *** And so it came to pass that I found myself standing outside the warehouse as instructed Saturday night at 11:00, wearing my black camisole, thong, and high-heeled booties, sporting my pride jewelry and pretty woman’s wristwatch, and holding the framed picture of my ex-wife. My body was smooth; my beard and hair cropped very short. The street was empty. It was a bit chilly, so I was shivering. I hoped desperately Jake would show soon. After about ten minutes, a car with tinted windows passed me. I had a glimmer of hope. It slowed down and then turned around and came back. The driver, a middle-aged white guy with a beard, lowered the window. “How much?” “Excuse me?” I said. “How much do you want to give me a blow job? And maybe to let me fuck you?” It suddenly hit me that he thought I was a male prostitute. After all, who else would be out there, dressed as I was? I smiled and told him I already had a date for the evening. “You’re cute,” He said. “I’ll pay you double what he’s giving you. Let’s make it $500.” I said no thanks and he drove off. I figured if Jake didn’t show, I might have to take some guy up on an offer of paid sex, just to get out of the cold. The idea gave me an even bigger hard-on, which poked out of my tiny panties. I checked my watch. I had been there for 45 minutes. Then I heard a loud motorcycle roar. The rider was dressed in leather. It was Jake. He looked me over from head to toe and beckoned me to follow him. He lifted a garage door, wheeled the bike inside the darkness, and I entered behind him…. *** Jake flipped on a light. He stood there inspecting me. “Is that the photo of your ex?” he asked. I nodded. “Yes, sir.” My voice sounded unusually high and effeminate. He signaled me to hand it to him, so I did. “Sexy woman,” he said admiringly. “She deserves a real man to fuck her. Heard she’s found one.” I winced. JM had told him more than I thought. “Hmmm. I see you and she have the same taste in wristwatches. Pretty. Very girlie. Suits you both. Two cunts needing to be dominated by strong men.” I kept my eyes down, but I felt my ears turn red at his crude words about her and me, which I knew were true. “Turn around.” I obeyed at once. I felt a leather collar slide around my neck, and heard a click. I was now on a leash, like a dog. My cock got even harder. Jake groped my cock, then fingered my butt, pushing my thong aside. Then he jerked my leash so I was facing him, and kissed me hard. I opened my mouth and his tongue thrust in. I tasted the alcohol on his breath, and the tobacco from his cigar. My hands ran up his arms and across his leather harness. Jake pulled away. “Open the door and go down the hall to the first door. We go in there.” He held the leash in one hand and the photo in the other. I walked, putting one foot in front of the other so my hips would wiggle like a woman’s. I felt strange – like a female in a man’s body. I wanted him to desire me as a straight man desires a woman. We went into the room, which was lit by a couple of bare light bulbs. A bare, stained mattress on the floor, a leather easy chair, and a small table. Mirrors lined the walls. Two video cameras – my nightmare. Jake flipped on the one pointing at the chair. He set the photo of my ex-wife on the table, in plain sight. Jake sat down and opened his leather shorts. His amazing cock popped out, semi-hard. He lit a cigar and studied me. Then he put on mirrored sunglasses, and gestured at the photo. “I think your wife should see her ex-hubby as a sissy fag, don’t you? On your knees, pussy boi. My cock needs attention. Let her see how well you suck dick.” I felt humiliated but totally turned on – I was living one of my most powerful fantasies, having my ex watch me pleasure an alpha male. I got on my knees and began to worship Jake’s cock like I’ve never served man before. I looked up into his sunglasses and saw my reflection – a faggot fulfilling his true calling.... *** As I sucked Jake’s cock, I was rewarded with the first drops of his pre-cum. He continued to say nasty, sexy things about me, all being recorded on the camera. He asked me my ex-wife’s name and I told him. He turned to the photo and spoke to it as though she were in the room, “Well, B---, don’t you think your husband is a natural cocksucker? Did you teach him how to do this? Maybe I’ll make a date with you to see whether you’re as good at it as he is.” Then he yanked the leash and ordered me to stop. He stared at me and I dropped my eyes, the way an obedient sissy does. “Get on your back, faggot.” He pointed to the mattress. As I lay down, he turned on the other camera. Then he straddled my chest, shoved a pillow under my head, and pointed the tip of his dick at my mouth. I started to reach up to stroke him and guide his cockhead toward my lips, but he ordered me to put my hands down. “Time for me to fuck my first hole of the night. Open wide.” He thrust in hard and I gagged immediately. He didn’t stop. I felt I was choking, and it was hard to breathe. I resisted the urge to try to push him off, but my hands still groped at his leather leggings. He paused for a moment and told me to put my hands behind my head. He pinned my wrists to the bed with his powerful grip. I was trapped, helpless. He resumed hard thrusts, hitting the back of my throat, as I willed myself not to gag. I heard his voice but I can’t remember anything he said. I sensed he was getting close, if I could only endure a little longer. A final inward thrust and Jake let out a loud moan-grunt. I felt the first spurts of his jism in my throat. I swallowed and swallowed again. He pulled out and shot the rest of his load all over me face. “Nice job, faggot,” Jake grunted. "I’d say you took it like a man, but you’re not a man. You’re just a fag, with a mouth pussy for real men to use.” He wiped cum from my face with his fingers and stuck them in my mouth for me to lick clean. I loved the taste and felt a thrill that I had let this amazing hunk of a man use me. “I bet your ex-wife really enjoyed seeing you do that.” Then he kissed me, lay down beside me, and dozed off. I turned toward him, pressed up against his strong, manly body, and waited. [To be continued]

Part 5 (Programming note: I’m switching the POV to first person and will write the next section or two in the first person from Adam’s point of view. Hope that isn't confusing.) Josh kept playing with my hole while we made out in the back of Matt’s van. Every so often, he would tap the end of the huge butt plug that was stretching my ass open like never before. Every time I would moan deeply. My brain was kind of scrambled by the drugs and the intense lust I was feeling. The plug felt good but I wanted more cock. My brain was consumed by the desire to get fucked again and again. After a while, we stopped and the side door of the van opened. Josh gave the butt plug in my cunt one last thumping and we rearranged what little clothing we were wearing so we could get out. Matt and Ben grinned at us and Matt said “you ready faggot?” I got out of the van and we were in a small parking lot behind a four story brick building in a part of town I did not know. Matt didn’t wait for me to respond, he just grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet and out of the van. I was pretty unsteady on my feet from all of the drugs, so he held onto me so I didn’t lose my balance. I grabbed him around the waist and looked up into his face, which was grinning down at me. “Come on buddy boy. We’re gonna have some fun with you tonight!” The others just laughed and Josh jumped out of the van, holding onto Ben, reaching up to give him a quick kiss. I realized that I needed more pressure on my ass, so I started to reach into my shorts to touch the butt plug which was still deeply lodged in my hole. Matt saw what I was about to do and swatted my hand away.” “Bad faggot. Don’t touch the plug. Leave your pussy filled up. You’ll thank me later.” We walked to the nondescript door, Matt pressed a button and the door buzzed open. We all filed inside and we entered a small lobby with a window. Matt walked up and started conversing with the guy in the office, laughing and making jokes I couldn’t hear. The man in the back was handsome, in his 20s with a scruffy beard, hairy chest and no shirt on. He took Matt’s credit card and handed him back four keys, that I later found out were for our room and several lockers. Matt grabbed me and steered me toward the next door, which also buzzed open, and we entered the club. Loud house music was playing and we quickly found the large sling room that Matt had rented. I was still confused about what was going on, the drugs and my overwhelming need for cock meant I couldn’t really focus on much except my hole. I kept trying to touch the plug in my ass but one of the others would swat my hand away. We arrived at a door that said 101 on it, and was right across from a large shower area, sauna, steam room and hot tub. Matt opened the door and we all went inside. The guys quickly undressed me and I instinctively reached around again to play with the buttplug in my ass. This time Josh slapped my hand away and grinned. “Christ, faggot. Wait.” He grabbed my clothes and he and Ben briefly disappeared. When they came back a moment or two later, they both had towels wrapped around their waists, and Josh handed me a key. They all put their phones and, I later found out, my phone in a small locker in the room that Matt locked with his key. “That’s your locker key, faggot. But you won’t need it until you leave. Which won’t be for hours.” He reached over and put the elastic band around my upper arm, and pushed me back onto the bed. When I hit the mattress, the buttplug rubbed my prostate and made me moan, which elicited laughter from them. The room was dimly lit with a large flat screen TV playing bareback pro on one wall and a sling in the middle. I had heard of slings before but had never seen one, let alone gotten fucked in one. That was about to change. Josh said “Hey Matt, is Kevin gonna join us for some fun with the boy on his break? Might as well invite the staff to use our cumdump." They all laughed, and Matt said that Kevin (who I assumed was the hot man behind the window at the entrance) would be joining us later when his shift was over. “He’s also got some good shit for us.” Matt grinned and held up a small zippered pouch. “Gotta replenish our supplies.” He quickly held up four more loaded syringes and handed one to Josh and one to Ben. Then Matt pulled me up and pushed me toward the sling. I looked at him, confused, not understanding what I was supposed to do. He just laughed and said “lean back and I’ll help you up there.” I leaned back in the sling, he helped me into the leather seat and quickly secured my legs in the stirrups. I heard a sound and realized that Josh and Ben had both done their slams, the arm bands clicked off and both of them started to cough. Matt grinned at Josh and Ben who were making out on the bed, lost in each other, then he tied both of our arms off and inserted the needle into my arm. “Don’t move. OK?” I nodded and my heart started to race in anticipation of what was about to happen. He pulled back and got a register of blood on mine and then on his. He pushed the plunger down on his rig, then mine and reached over the release the band on my arm and then his, and when he put his arm in the air, I followed. My brain went into overdrive as the strong slam hit me hard. I started to cough and could feel my ass muscles pulling the buttplug in as far as it could possibly go. Matt leaned over and started to kiss me hard on the mouth. “Can’t wait to fuck you up some more and watch the rest of the guys in here use your pussy. You want that, Adam?” I grinned like a lunatic, nodded and said “I want it so bad, Matt. Please. Put your cock inside me.” Matt laughed and said “soon, boy. Don’t worry your hole is going to be dripping cum.” He reached over to the small pouch and pulled out a pill bottle, handing yellow pills to both Ben and Josh and took one himself. He popped the pill in his mouth and took a swig of water from a bottle on the table, handing the bottle to the others. They both laughed and swallowed the pill, stroking their cocks so they got hard. “Take that boner pill, guys. Let’s get this pig some loads. What do you say?” With that, Matt opened the door so people in the hallway could see my big hairy ass in the sling. The sling faced the doorway, so if you were in it, everyone could see when they walked by. I kept reaching down to push the plug further into my ass with my right hand, absently playing with my nipples with the left. Ben and Josh were making out on the bed, while Matt watched both of them and me, slowly stroking his huge, uncut cock. After a few minutes of relaxing and getting into our slams, I noticed a couple of men skittishly walking past the door. Then a man barely covering his crotch with the tiny bathhouse towel looked in and grinned. He was a tall muscular man, covered in dark hair with a buzz cut and a trim beard. I wanted him inside me more than anything I’d ever wanted before. “You boys got this faggot fucked up.” He could see a tiny drop of blood in the crook of my arm. “Playing darts? Naughty, naughty.” Matt laughed and said “You’re just mad because you didn’t get to watch me slam him into the stratosphere.” He laughed and said “you’re right about that. How many loads are in his cunt now?” “I dunno, seven or eight. Our dad fucked him earlier at our apartment.” “Wait. What? Your Dad? FUUUUUUCK that’s hot.” Matt laughed and said “we get that a lot. That’s my brother Josh over there and his boyfriend Ben.” Josh looked up from sucking Ben’s cock with lust in his eyes. “Hey man, you’re fucking hot. Take off that damn towel. Wanna see your cock.” The guy walked into the room and removed the towel to show off a very thick, uncut cock that was held in place by a thick metal ball stretcher and had a thick ring going through the head of his cock. Josh whistled and said “that’s gonna look good buried in his fagdump. You wanna be his first bathhouse load? He’s never been here before. We thought we should show him an extra good time.” The guy laughed and said “sure, that sounds like a good plan. If we’re lucky I got 3-4 loads in me. I’m Pete.” Matt stood up and grabbed Pete by the neck and kissed him deeply. “Nice to meet ya, I’m Matt and the pig is….well, he’s a fag. Basically just a hole. You can call him faggot or cunt.” For some reason, the way they were talking about me like I wasn’t in the room really turned me on, but my cock was shriveled up to nothing. If I wasn’t high I would be rock hard, but I was spun out of my head, and only wanted Pete’s dick (and every dick on the earth) inside me. I moaned and said “come on, man, stick your cock in my hole. I need more!” Matt laughed and said “see? He’s just a fucking fag hole. Go ahead and fuck him. Be sure to give him your load if you wanna shoot. All loads in his cunt.” Pete smiled and said “deal.” He walked over to the sling and touched the plug in my hole which made me moan loudly. “Damn this fag sure is noisy. Why don’t one of you plug his mouth cunt while I unplug his ass.” Matt stood up and slapped my face hard a couple times before he put his thick, floppy surfer dude cock in my mouth. I was in heaven. It quickly got fully hard but his foreskin still had some ass juice, jizz and piss under it which I greedily slurped. Suddenly, Pete grabbed the plug in my ass and yanked it out, dropping it on the table next to the sling. I gasped at the sudden emptiness in my ass and started to moan again, which caused Pete to slap my face this time. “Shut the fuck up, faggot. You want this cock?” “Yes sir! Please sir! Please breed my pussy!” All four of them laughed and Pete said “good little fagdump.” He spit in his hand, and lubed up his fat cock and quickly sank the entire length of it into my asshole. I moaned loudly as he buried his cock inside me. Ben and Josh were watching Matt and Pete use my holes, playing with each other’s cocks while three other men were standing in the doorway touching their cocks under their towels. I sure hoped they were going to wait their turns and use my holes.

Part 3: Brrrrup. The sound of grindr notifications were echoing through my mind, as the sound of a person disrobing came from behind me. I couldn't see the person, as my head was locked and forced me to look forward at the screen that my captors were using to broadcast my future. I couldn't control what was going to happen to me, but I could see what was being planned and what was happening to me. It was an out of body experience in the best way. I was so turned on. I love seeing Grindr messages and emails and communications from others that were short, sweet, and dripping in sexual energy. My high mind and used hole were twitching with anticipation. The image of me in black & white on the right hand side showed a top down image that was cropped to show my ass, my lower and upper back, and all the way up to my face. The screen showed a bit of empty space in front my face and behind my ass, but not for long. I could hear the other person in the room approaching me and from the screen I could see the hard dick appear first. It was rock hard, pointing upwards towards the ceiling. Meanwhile, on the other side of the screen I could see the messages and notifications coming, with my captors responding. The message that was currently on the screen read, "Yeh. Someone is fucking him right now, just arrived. You can join if you want, or you can have him after?" The other person replied back, "On my way". I was too high to know where to focus. Do I stare at the screen, the video footage of me getting used, or do I close my eyes and focus on the sensations? Was I scared? Did I agree to this? Did that matter? I couldn't really ponder these questions, but as I failed to take the thinking much further, I felt the cock enter my hole. As he did, the top groaned just as he bottomed out. I couldn't stop watching myself being fucked. There was a bush sprouting up around my ass cheeks where the tops cock met his body. He was fully impaled in me and it was amazing to look at. I would know it was me and then forget, then I would realize again, and these realizations came in waves just like the feeling of the drugs. The top pulled out and plunged back in and started up a rhythm. I started huffing on the poppers. It had been a few moments since I had taken any poppers, too lost in thought about my previous fuck-escapades. The high of the drugs and the poppers met with a furious warmth and my brain lost as much control as my body had already experienced. I was so happy to be used. The top didn't say anything else except for his first few words when he entered and the initial groan. I just started at the video image of him pumping me deep and fast. He leaned forward over my body and the image was slightly obscured as he reached his arm around the front of me and pulled me back by the neck. The room was still dark, even with the screen portraying the messages and live footage. I could barely make out the shape and size of his arm as he pulled it around me, tightening on my neck. I heard the door open again and suddenly the screen shut off and the light in the room was gone. The top inside me kept plowing with an intensity that would have broken me if I wasn't high. The light in the room switched and suddenly everything took on a deep red glow like I was in a seedy darkroom at a bathhouse. My captors knew what they were doing. The top inside me kept plowing me as I heard the sounds of someone or some others enter the room. The top inside of me released my neck and let me fall down again a bit. My whole body was moving with his thrusts and my dick and balls were being slammed against the furniture I was strapped over. I was getting used to the rhythm and had my eyes staring aimlessly at the ground. I didnt want to look up, I barely could look anywhere anyway. I saw two pairs of bare feet lit up by the dark red light appear in front of me. I felt a dick swat my cheek followed by a command. "Suck me". I felt the dick on my face slide down my cheek and across my mouth. It came from the right. The pair of feet in front of me approached closer as well and I felt a second dick on my face from the other side. I opened my mouth and took in the dick from the right. The man inside me growled. Now I was being spit roasted with a dick on the side, my whole purpose to be in service of others. I was high, out of control, not knowing what day it was, who I was being used by, and what the rest of this day had in store for me. The dick in my mouth pulled out and was replaced by the dick to the left. This was a smaller uncut dick, with a dripping wet head. My mouth was smeared with precum. Again, another command was issued from my right. "Suck him. Get him ready for your ass fag". The top on the right moved away out of my limited sight, towards the back. I felt him trail my body with his hand as he moved towards my ass. The top inside me moved from being mostly on top of me to standing and plowing me in an upright position. His breath and movements became more intense, less rhythmic and more lost in my body. He made a few guttural noises and I felt a deep and hard slap on my ass as he bottomed out and spasmed. He held his jerking dick inside me while I had the smaller wet uncut dick in my mouth and another dick next to my body, waiting to use my hole next. The top inside groaned, "fuck" as he pulled out of me. I felt my asshole stay open, as if to invite the next top in. It didn't take long. I heard the sounds of shuffling and the dick that was in my mouth moments ago was now at the edge of my hole. I heard soft sounds of clothing being put on as this next dick was shoved in. The scene played itself out exactly as you could imagine. The top in my ass was loving my used and wet hole. The dick in my mouth was building up energy and intention for when it was the owner's turn to use my ass. The drugs kept me as high as ever. The two men who were left didn't talk, barely interacted, just the odd "fuck yeah" and grunt of encouragement to each other. The top inside me didnt last long. He pulled out and jerked his cockat the edge of my hole, cumming on my ass and then shoved it back in. "Yeh, take it bitch. Fuck". He plowed a few more times, milking his cock in my hole, and pulled out. The owner of the cock in my mouth paused, pulled out half way before saying, "you ready? Im not pulling out all like he did and Im gonna cum quick". I could feel cum leaking down my ass cheeks and cross my balls. I was mounted again quickly by this third top. His dick was already wet, engorged, and ready to use my hole from having some prep time from my mouth. As he fucked me I couldnt hear the other guy and I assumed the guy before him had already left. I felt ravenous. The top inside me didn't last long, a few minutes at most. As he built up to his climax he put his fingers in my mouth and pulled my head back. His fingers tasted awful, like they were covered in something acidic and metallic, but the flavour was soon replaced by warmth in my ass and in mouth. He was giving me more drugs while he was seeding my ass. He didn't linger in my asshole. A few shudders and gasps and he pulled out of my gaping hole. I heard him mutter a few words, then silence for a few moments, followed by the sound of a door opening and closing. I waited for something else to happen, some indication that I was going to be used again, but nothing. I waited in silence for a few moments. I was so horny that I couldn't stop grinding my dick into the furniture. By now everything under my hips was soaked with lube and cum. I was a wreck. I was fuzzy and had trouble focusing. The light in the room changed again as the screen came back on with black screen and white letters spelling out, "You get a break now. Enjoy it, because more men are on their way. Soon you will have some decisions to make. Till then, enjoy the show. Our subscribers surely will". The video changed again and I could see the footage again, except this time there were three different screens. There was the top down image from before, but also there was a wider shot showing more of the room, and a shot from what looked to be right from the screen in front of me highlighting my face and shoulders. I watched myself take a hit of poppers as a man approached me from behind. I realized, I was watching the scene from a few minutes ago. I was going to relive it. I took a hit of poppers and decided I would take this opportunity to enjoy it. At the bottom of the screen I saw messages coming in. "Fuck, this video is hot. He is going to get used." "What a fag" "Best videos on the web" I was being streamed. The people who had invited me over and put me in this position, were not just whoring me out, they were filming it and making money off of some sort of live stream. I took another hit of poppers. I guess I might as well enjoy the show before I become the show once again.

PART 2: I was spinning. I could hear porn playing but not much else. The volume was low enough that I could make out that someone was getting railed on a video, probably with multiple people, but I couldn't make out much else. I set there and felt the last remnants of jizz dribbling off my face and cooling on my exposed ass. I wasn't cold, the room felt hot and I was high as fuck. I was grinding my cock and balls into the ottoman and waiting to hear any noise or indication that something else was going to happen. Yet, nothing did. I could feel myself getting more and more high, whatever they had given me was electrifying my body, making me incredibly horny, and giving me zero interest in turning back. Fear was not something I was currently experiencing. While I waited, my mind was drifting. I needed something other than the subtle sounds of porn and grinding against my soaked jock into the ottoman. I couldn't really process how I ended up here, the steps from home to this position seemed blurry, however, I started to recall other times I had been fucked while high and out of control. My first experience of partying and fucking, and my first experience of bare sex, came flooding back to me. I replayed the scene over and over in my head while I waited. I was a few years younger, having spent most of my time bartending and partying. I got in with a really fun crowd of people who liked to get a bit messy, go out, and hang out well into the next day at after parties. Before I had partied too much, a friend offered me some after a shift had ended where we worked together. I didnt think much of it, I didnt really know how it was going to make me more of a cock slut, I just figured, why not have a little fun? I asked for a half dose and my friend agreed. I didnt realize that she had actually given me a full dose and only pretended to give me a whole does. The night was fun. I didnt really think about hooking up or cruising, I mostly just enjoyed my time with my friends. When things started to wind down we all headed towards our respective homes. I stopped by my friends house as it was on the way to my place and we chatted a bit. She was ready to pass out and could barely keep herself up. She told me I could crash in her sisters room downstairs in the basement if I wanted, as there was no one else around for the weekend. She didnt say much of anything else, just got up and headed up to her room. I hadn't been rolling too hard, nor did I feel all that fucked up. I hadn't even opened Grindr or any other apps the entire night. I decided to get up and leave, then suddenly, I felt like I wasn't ready for sleep. I also didn't feel like going home. It was still dark out and I wanted more. My friend had left her purse downstairs and my mind started to wander. If I had only taken half a hit, why not take some more? I got up, grabbed her purse, and headed to her sisters room. Her sisters room was down in a half finished basement with a bathroom, entrance, and a small kitchenette. My friend was two floors above me and there was no one else. The bedroom was nice and dark, with deep curtains over the window, but still I couldnt bring myself to go to sleep. I just stared at her purse, wondering, were there more drugs, could I or should I take some? What then? I went to her purse. I didnt need to look hard. Inside was a small mints container with the same small brown pills I had seen before. Rolled up in the bag next to it was another smaller bag of white powder. I knew what was up. I grabbed the small container and went to the kitchen. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge, and downed two pills. I was feeling sweaty and realized it would be a good time to take a shower or bath and to just relax into the day. I hadn't brought any extra clothes with me, I also knew I could go home at any time, but I figured id wait here to see how I feel, just in case. As I went to shower, I realized I had not eaten in over 12 hours, yet I wasn't hungry at all. The pills would probably take a while to kick in and I started to feel a bit nervous, but I wasnt too worried. I opened up my phone and it was almost dead. I was feeling a bit of a buzz from deep swigs of the beer and I decided to ramp it up a notch with the white powder. I cut up a few lines and hit some, thinking, "fuck, I am going to need to pay for this". I'd figure that out later. I noticed that I had a few Grindr notifications and as the buzz grew and I stood there in the bathroom contemplating a shower and what my next steps were going to be, I opened up the app. There wasn't much. A few message from guys way earlier in night. I was in a somewhat residential area so a lot of blank profiles were near me, likely straight closeted dudes. I could feel warmth and electricity radiating out from my belly and my brain started feeling foggy. I realized I better shower quick. Just as I took off my clothes I heard the familiar beep of a Grindr notification. I got two messages, one from a 25 year old blank profile, and another from a 47 year old profile of a guy with a pic where he was wearing bike shorts and a tank top and you could. make out a sizeable bulge. I turned on shower and checked the messages. Both profiles indicated they were tops. 47 year old: Hey, you looking? 25 year old: Sup? I didnt want to waste my time or battery charge and the growing high was suddenly making me horny. I was stroking my dick and starting to roll a bit, with a bit of difficulty looking at the screen. I sent my location to both and wrote, "bottom here, horny to get fucked. At a friends in their basement in a bedroom. There is a separate entrance to the floor I am on. Friend is passed out two floors up. Can host if you are cool with it being quick and quiet. Battery is almost dead." I didnt get a response from the 47 year old before showering, but the 25 year old responded with a dick pic. A nice 7 in uc dick with shaved balls showed up on my screen with a message, "awesome. looking to top here. I can be to you in 10 minutes if you want? into anything else?" I wrote back, "Cool. Come on over. I am just jumping in the shower. Come on in and I will be on the bed in the dark waiting for you." I sent the address and instructions for my room. By this point I was really high, not sure off of what or if I was going to get any worse, but I was really rolling. I knew my time was limited so I jumped in the shower right away. I could hear my phone beeping a bit more, but knew I needed to get clean. I had a hard time not stroking my dick. I focused on the key areas, trying to clean out as best I could but I definitely rushed. I was banking on not having eaten in hours and knowing my body to feel if I was clean enough. I fingered myself in the shower and there was no resistance. Just complete horniness. I went from being completely uninterested in sex to becoming ravenous. I got out of the shower and saw messages from both guys and a couple of taps. I bolted to the room bringing the drugs and the beer, while grabbing another beer from the fridge and turning off all the lights in the unit, and dove into the bed. I opened the message from the 47 year old. He wrote, "I am a few streets over. I can come over if you want? Sounds like a hot set up." I saw my dying battery and rolled the mental dice and wrote almost the same message to him that I wrote the other guy, except adding that my battery was about to die. I checked the message from the 25 year old, and could barely read it. "I am outside in my car across the street, you ready?" I wrote back, "yes". I checked the message from the other guy and didnt get a response, but saw that my phone was at 1%. I figured, might as well be honest in my final message. "Hey, I have someone else coming over right now and phone is about to die, if you want to come over do so in 20 minutes? Door is unlocked". I hit send, and heard a grindr notification pop up and went to check the message. It was from the 25 year old and just as I was about to open the message the phone died. Fuck. I wasn't sure what I should do. I sat there silently, ass up on the bed. I was rolling super hard and felt so horny. I realized I dont know if either of them would actually come, then also realized I didnt have any lube, condoms, or poppers. Just me, high as fuck, in my friend's sister's bed, making bad decisions and stealing my friends drugs. The 25 year old had said he was on the street so I figured I might as well go look out the window. I crawled out of bed, feeling all kinds of wobbly. My eyes were starting to shift and cross and it was hard to stand up right. I got out to the living room and looked up and out through the window. I could see a car parked across the street, but I couldnt see much else. Suddenly, I saw two feet cross the window from that side of the street and head towards the drive way. I figured it must be him and he was coming in. I bolted back to the room as best I could. I took one more rip of the white power and buried my face in the pillows. I heard the door open and a tentative "hello?" I didnt say anything. I just groaned into the pillow. I heard footsteps and then the door to the bedroom close. "Hey?" I just groaned again. I was flying and my head was heavy. I just wanted him to take control. I was ass up naked and grinding on the bed. There wasn't much light in the room, but I knew he could see me well enough to know what he could or should do next. Clothing started to be removed. I stayed silent and just grinded slightly on the bed. I felt him walk over next to the head of the bed. He reached out and grabbed my head and pulled me towards his dick. I didnt open my eyes, but when it got to my lips I could tell it was rock hard and dripping. I sucked it for a few minutes, groaning the entire time. As I did I heard him say, "you got any condom or lubes?" I just groaned something akin to no, while his dick was in my mouth. He replied, "So can I rawdog you?" I just groaned. He pulled out of my mouth and moved behind me on the bed. I felt him spread my ass checks and I heard him spit. He spit a few more times and then I heard some slick sounds and I assumed he was wetting his dick. I heard the bed creak a bit as he shifted forward, and then his wet cock head at my hole. He slid in. It faced zero resistance and he went deep in the first thrust. "Holy fuck dude". He groaned as he held his dick inside me. I felt his dick jump a bit, bouncing deep inside my hole. He pulled out a bit and plunged back in. I just kept my head down and groaned into the pillow. What followed was a series of groans and gyrations. I was fully rolling now, everything feeling warm and fuzzy and excellent. My ass felt amazing. I realized that while this wasnt my first time bareback, it was really the first time doing it with a stranger, and with so little information being shared. I didnt know anything about him, just what his dick looked like, that his age was supposedly 25, and that he used the term, "raw dog". He pumped in and out. My ass was making wet slapping sounds as he plowed me and I was too high to care about the fact that I was in my friend's sister's bed, or that I didnt even ask this guy if he was neg. He just kept plowing. The paced had picked up and he was being fairly rough. The kind of roughness that comes with inexperience, as if he was trying to get deeper into me, but without much understanding for pace and rhythm. I didnt care. I was getting used. His head was right behind mine as he plowed into me. His body rihgt on top of mine, full body contact, as he shoved his dick in and out. He spoke into my ear. "Fuck dude, where do you want me to cum?" I just groaned. I didnt have the power to form words, just sounds. I groaned and felt a tension within me between wanting to get creamed and also knowing that the version of me that would eventually not be high, would want him to pull out to cum. He asked again. "Oh man. I am getting really close. Where do you want it??" He had an urgency to his voice. A pleading. "Dude, oh fuck. Dude, Im gonna nut... Where do... fuck... oh shit.. fuck." He pushed deeper, groaned, and spasmed. "Oh fuck, Im cumming in you. Fuck. Oh fuck" He shuddered and whispered these groans into my ear. He shuddered a few more times and pulled out, rolled over, and got up. I felt cum dipping out of my ass and down onto my balls in my jock. I didnt move. I heard him get dressed and as the door opened, he said, "Thanks." I heard him continue on out through the door and to the basement entrance. He left. I was incredibly horny. I wanted more. I could barely move, but I grabbed for my phone and went to check it,a nd realized the phone was dead. I willed myself to get up and search for a charger in the room. I groped around in my high junkie state and found power cords, a laptop charger, and eventually an iphone cord. I plugged my phone in and waited a few moments and then booted it up. It was slow to respond as it gathered more juice. I reached back and fingered my hole, it was sloppy and wet and it felt amazing. I rolled over onmy back a bit and fingered myself and occasionally stroked while waiting for Grindr to load. Just as it did, I saw I had a few message. There was one from the 47 year old. "I saw another young guy leave. Im here and coming in." Just as I read it I heard the basement door open. I rolled over, through my phone under my pillow and assumed the position. I was about to get used again. This guy was very different. He came in and was very direct. As soon as he was in the room he demanded, "Turn toward the window and get on your knees". I did as I was told. He disrobed quickly and walked up behind me. I was groaning and twitchy. I probably looked tweaked out. He noticed. "Fuck dude, you are hungry for it. You partying?" He slipped a finger inside me and I groaned. His finger was replaced by a heavy dick and he pushed in. He didnt say a single other word for the rest of the encounter. Just pumped me. As he did he rubbed my back and would grab my hips. This guy knew rhythm. I could hear the sloppiness of my hole as he plowed me and I am sure he knew it was filled with cum. He didnt even ask about lube or condoms. Not that it mattered. He kept up a heavy pace, not letting up once. He groaned heavily after a few minutes, put his dick completely inside me, and emptied his balls. I was in heaven. He pulled out suddenly, leaving me gaping, and then put on his clothes and left. I had just taken two loads within the hour, while also rolling super heavily on drugs. I checked my phone and saw more messages, but I could barely read them. The message from the 25 year old was from before asking if he could fuck me raw. I guess I missed it after my phone died, but it didnt matter anyway. I could see light starting to come out between the curtains and I knew it was morning. I was rolling heavily and figured I probably shouldn't stay, If I was going to be able to continue any of this fun, it had to happen else where. I stumbled out of bed, put on my clothes, and brought my friends purse back up stairs. I took an extra pill and did another line, but I had to leave. I called an uber and decided to head back home. Walking wasn't an option. That morning I had taken my first two raw loads. I had barebacked before, but never had a guy, especially strangers. fuck me and cum inside me. I refreshed my Grindr page as I waited for the uber and saw more guys nearby. I sent some initial messages, but wasnt sure what the day would bring. But I needed to head home. In the end I started to come down and by the time I got home I was ready to jerk off and roll over into bed, saving that list pill for another time. I ended up jerking off for 3 hours while refreshing Grindr, but never getting the energy to follow through with any other guys. I was thinking about this encounter while I was strapped down around the ottoman, wondering what was going to happen. I was just as high after taking these two loads, as I was that first time I got fucked by strangers. The memories felt so vivid and connected to what I had jsut experienced. I heard a Grindr notification and almost thought I was still thinking about my memories, when I heard someone enter the door. There was no speaking, just someone walking towards me. I felt hands around my mouth and ball gag, removing the ball gag and also removing the blindfold. In it's place. I opened my eyes, but the room was completely dark. I heard the Grindr notification again. The sound of the person retreated and I heard a door open and close. My eyes were adjusting to the light in the room and I could make out small details. In front of me there seemed to be a big screen, but a few feet away. I tried to turn my head but realized that my neck was now fastened to a harness that was attached to something else. I could only look forward. The screen lit up. The people who owned the place must have been screen sharing somehow. On the right hand side I could see a video of what looked like me but in black and white or nightvision, on the other side of the screen I could see a mirrored iphone. The iphone screen changed to Grindr. I saw a series of messages on the grindr screen. Again, I was pretty high so it was hard to read them, but I could make out details. One of the messages was opened. The owner of the phone had written, "Yeh. He is tied up downstairs and we are whoring him out. He is pretty fucked up. You can come in, fuck him, and go. However you'd like." Someone responded back, "k. Just outside, be in a minute." I heard the door behind me open and close again. The user of the phone that was being broadcast to this screen then went to a web browser. I saw a lot of tabs open. Adam 4 Adam, Craigslist, and Manhunt. By now I figured the guys who fucked me earlier were legit whoring me out, while also making me watch and anticipate by seeing who they were talking too. I twas worse than being blind. It was seeing my fate and knowing there was nothing I could. It made me so incredibly horny. I heard someone behind me groan, then say, "Fuck. I am going to enjoy this." ----- More to come later.

This story is slightly true, somewhat fictional, and not at all an endorsement of good or bad decision-making. There used to be a website called Bareback City and I was there all the time...reading, browsing, beating off. You know. I once found this guy who was my age (mid-30's) and was a poz top -- only about twenty blocks from me. I'll call him "Lee" . Turns out he was not only was HIV positive, but had advanced to full-blown AIDS. I found that out when we chatted on cam and I was amazed at how thin and muscular he looked. Yes, he was thin, but the musculature that I thought I was seeing was only because his body was wasted down to nothing but a frame around the basic organs, bones and muscles nature gives all humans. I could have shut the window and blocked his email. I could have turned back. But then, still on cam, he fished a giant, slimy dick out of his shorts and bragged about only being able to wear Magnums. Well I didn't go back. I wanted to touch it and suck it. but wasn't sure I'd let it near my neg ass. We agreed to meet for dinner at a local pub. I had no desire for food, but knew I'd need a drink or two to calm down. Lee was even thinner and taller than he looked on camera. I watched as he wolfed down an entire cheeseburger in under a minute. I kept pounding back beers and having so many thoughts. Too many. You know how when your brain gets overcrowded with stuff and you just act on auto-pilot? That was me. So I wasn't really thinking when he offered to drive me back to his house in his red Miata. We walked out of the pub om that warm July night and I saw my car, parked innocently in front of the lights of wedding store next door. I could have just made a quick right and driven myself home. I could gone back. But Lee drove me back to his place with the top down and Pet Shop Boys blasting on the stereo. His neighborhood was way nicer than I expected and his house was beautiful. I'd never asked what he did for a living because, for some reason, I always thought that was a rude question to ask someone you barely know. He led me through the door and immediately kicked off his sandals and stripped down to nothing but his long, super-skinny nakedness. That dick was just as massive as I saw that time on cam, and it was growing as he groped it. I must looked scared and nervous because he immediately produced a joint, lit it and handed it to me with the words "It's fortified -- go slow". I was so stupid back then that I thought he meant it had B-12 vitamins or something like that in it. So I inhaled and blew beautiful clouds and the next thing I knew I was stripping down as well. That's when he suggested we go out to his patio and sit in the hot tub. I had a cold bottle of beer in my hand that I don't remember having before. Whatever. Fine. I followed Lee through the sliding glass doors as he situated himself in the bubbling, glowing blue water. I didn't know anything hot tub protocol so I sat directly across from him, sipping my mysterious beer.\ I think I remember us talking about the nice Summer weather and how beautiful the stars looked. Lee's voice sounded like a movie idol's. Deep, soft and so,so seductive. Then he stretched one of his feet out and pinched my right nipple. I grasped the foot and rubbed it. Lee had the longest, skinniest feet I'd ever seen. And then his toes were in my mouth. What the hell was I doing??? He moaned with pleasure and put the the other foot up on my neck. I massaged it and put those toes in my mouth as well. I had the faintest thought that I wasn't myself at that moment., but the warm bubbles gurgled my doubts away. Eventually I noticed this giant erection poking out of the water like a periscope. That's where my mouth went next. More moaning. After an amount of time I couldn't estimate then or now, we decided to get out of the tub. \What happened to that beer I had? Lee had forgotten to bring towels and went running back inside to get them. his huge dick bobbing all the way. I got out and stood naked on the concrete patio. A breeze hit my nude body and a brief minute of reality came back to me. This wasn't a good idea. None of this had been smart. I could go back inside, grab my jeans and shoes and sprinted home to my safe life. I could have. I could have turned back. Right then though, Lee walked back out with an over-sized green towel wrapped around him. Except for his stick-thin legs, he looked like a normal dude. He handed me another green towel and I was grateful for its shaggy warmth. He also had another lit joint that he offered and I accepted. Was it also "fortified"? No idea. It was a short walk back to his lush,massive bedroom. It was so perfect and seductively lit that I knew I was just one of many men who had been brought here. For a slight man, Lee had no problem overpowering me and pinning me on my back. He let me have one more puff of the fortified joint and then it was gone. Where did it go? Did he put it out safely? I was wondering all this when his penetrated my ass with his outrageously large dick. No Magnums or any other kind of condoms were used that I was aware of. The pain was real and unreal at the same time. For whatever reason, I couldn't quite tell you what "real" was. Before I could figure out what I was feeling, Lee's pumping had quickened in pace and effort. I do remember looking up at his face and was trying to say something when he let out a long, loud moan that I was sure could be heard by the whole neighborhood. He was sweating like a farm animal and I could feel salty drops from his forehead fall on my lips. Lee didn't ask me to leave, but it was implied by his quick descent into sleep and snores. I dressed and walked back to my car at the pub, feeling my ass burn and leak a little. I had so many thoughts and conflicts happening in my head. The first and last one were "I could have gone back".

The Intern Part 8 Kellen’s nervousness kicked up 100% when James began leering at him, all while closing the 6-foot gap between them. Instinctively, Kellen took a step back for each step James took forward. Before he knew it, his heels hit the office door. He reached blindly for the door handle behind him and turned to exit as fast as he could. But James was faster. His right hand shot out, covering Kellen’s which had begun to turn the handle. He applied steady pressure to Kellen’s hand, causing the square handle to dig into his palm. Kellen’s eyes widened as he began to actually fear for his safety. James, squeezing harder on the boy’s hand, not only felt him tense up but also the ever so slight beginnings of a struggle. “Mr. Thomas. I should really get going, I…” Kellen was caught off guard as James’ left hand found the boy’s throat. There was not enough pressure to stop him from speaking, but the act of aggression was what silenced Kellen. “Hush, baby boy. Or else,” James squeezed Kellen’s hand harder which caused him to wince while, at the same time, slightly closed his fingers around the kid’s throat. “things will become quite uncomfortable for you. Do you understand?” Kellen, in obvious pain, simply nodded. James released his hand and the kid instinctively began massaging it with the other. With his hand still on his throat, James went in for the kill and gave the boy the most passionate kiss he had ever received. After only a few seconds of his tongue expertly assaulting the boy’s mouth, James noticed that the tenseness had melted away and that the boy’s eyes were closed as he was beginning to enjoy what was being done to him. With his free hand he reached behind the kid and gave his firm ass a hard squeeze causing him to rise up on his toes by just an inch or two. Kellen had never experienced anything like this before in his entire life. In the span of about 10 minutes he went from thinking he had lost his dream internship to fearing for his life to being kissed and groped by his hot boss. His mind was racing. He knew this was wrong and that everything that led up to this veritable stranger’s tongue being shoved down his throat shouldn’t be happening. But the hormones of a 22-year-old Midwestern boy with very limited sexual experience took control after only a few seconds of internal struggle and he began to kiss back. The moments of pain just before were now just a foggy memory as Kellen hands began to feel the taught torso of his boss, running up the sides of his ribcage to his biceps which he began to squeeze and knead like his life depended on it. Feeling the kid give in and reciprocate the kiss, James knew he had him. He released the kid’s throat and Kellen wrapped his arms around James’ back and pulled him in closer. He felt the boy’s cock grow and stiffen which caused his hefty member to respond likewise. James broke the kiss and took a slight half-step backward. Kellen, still lost in the pleasure of the now broken kiss, stepped forward in hopes to continue what his boss started but his effort was thwarted when James roughly shoved him back against the door with his right arm. He shoved him harder than he meant, but he enjoyed the effect. Kellen’s face was filled with disappointment. He wanted more of what James had given him a taste of, but now he was an arm’s length away staring into the eyes of the man who was staring back at him with a devilish hunger he had never seen in any of his partners. And he liked it. James released the boy and returned to his desk. But instead of sitting behind it he grabbed his chair and wheeled it to the far end of the office and sat and faced Kellen. “Strip.” Kellen looked to his left and right, understanding what James meant, but not sure if he should. He heard the dull voices through the door behind him but took in the sight of the man across the room whose dick now strained against his tight pants, snaking down his left inner thigh. Holy fuck, Kellen thought. This guy’s dick was impressive with clothes on. “Strip,” James said once more. But with a more menacing tone this time. Kellen nervously undid his tie and tossed it on the ground and stepped out of his shoes, first the left, then the right and pushed them to the side with his foot. Off came his jacket and as he looked for a place to hang it, James chimed it. “Just throw it on the floor.” Kellen considered this and did as he was told. His hand found his belt clasp and fumbled with it for a moment before he pulled it through the loops with his right hand and tossed it on his jacket. James began to stroke his cock through his pants, spreading his legs wider as the kid across the room began to unbutton his pants. They fell to the ground and James couldn’t help but smile as he ungracefully stepped out of them with the left cuff getting caught on his heel. The kid regained his composure and looked embarrassingly at James as he began to free the buttons at the wrist then at the neck down to the last one just below his belly button. The deep hunger to ravish and corrupt a bottom filled James like never before. Standing before him was a naïve boy who had no idea what he had just gotten himself into. He watched as the kid began to remove his slightly wrinkled button down and tossed it on the pile next to him. The natural lighting in the room made the kid look absolutely stunning. Kellen’s light brown hair and pale, toned body was on fully display with only a pair of navy-blue boxer briefs protecting his nakedness. “Fuck.” Was all James could whisper as he took in the sight of the kid. It was his shyness and inexperience, coupled with his build that put James into overdrive. He was going to have some great fun with the kid over the next 10 weeks, sending him back home to the Midwest as a changed person. Unsure what to do with his hands, Kellen clasped them in front of his growing cock and tried to hide it from the man in front of him. “When I said strip, I meant everything.” Kellen, embarrassed by what he was about to do, turned to face the office door and bent over to remove the last of his clothing, not knowing he was giving his boss a view of what he really wanted. James licked his lips like a hungry wolf as Kellen revealed two milky-white globes of perfection. No hair, no tan, nothing but innocent flesh waiting to be used and abused. Kellen slowly turned, hands unable to fully hide his now stiff cock. Unable to look James in the eye, he kept his gaze downward, willing his boner to subside, hoping that would help the embarrassment. “Hands to your side. Eyes up.” Kellen sheepishly lifted his head to meet the gaze of James, who gave him a slight nod, letting him know he was doing the right thing. That nod was all the coaxing the kid needed and let his arms fall to his side. James was impressed. Not only did the kid have a tight, slim body that he liked in his conquests, but he had very nice 7.5’ uncut piece of meat standing at attention. “From here on out, you will do everything I tell you. And forget what I said earlier about you calling me Sir. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” Was all he said as he did his best to maintain eye contact with his boss, despite his current state of naked horniness. “Good. Now get on your hands and knees and crawl over to me.” As Kellen began to make his way to the man calling the shots across the room, he was surprised that he was even in this situation. It all happened so fast, but it felt right even while feeling so wrong. He had never messed around with someone this good looking before. The three sexual experiences prior to this one were all awkward and unsatisfying. James knew what he was doing, and Kellen was more than willing to oblige in hopes that all the frustratingly painful sexual experiences of the past would more than be made up for here and now. “Good boy,” James said as his conquest now rested on his knees before him. “How many dicks have you sucked?” “Three.” “Three, what?” “Three dicks. I’ve only sucked three.” James was quick, much quicker than moments earlier at the door. Before Kellen could even flinch, James had his right hand up and had back-handed the naked Kellen hard enough to cause him to fall back with a small pin-prick of blood forming on the kid’s bottom lip. Kellen was shocked and again found himself moving backward as James stood and walked toward the retreating kid. “Stop! Now!” Kellen froze thinking his boss was loud enough to alert those outside the door and waited. When he realized no help was coming, he looked up at the now visibly angry James who had both fists clenched. James straddled the kid, one foot placed on the outside of Kellen’s legs, between the knee and hip and glared down at him. If having his hand painfully squeezed around a door handle was scary, Kellen was all out frightened now. He had never been hit before in his life, let alone when he was naked and horny. He knew he had to get out of this office and building as fast as he could. All of this was a mistake and he wished he had trusted his instincts and left when he first felt that something wasn’t right. It took everything he had to not burst into tears right then and there. He was naked and afraid and couldn’t help but notice that James’ dick was still as stiff as ever, aching to break the threads of his pants. “I said from here on out you say Sir! You really are a stupid piece of shit, aren’t you?” James punctuated this by knocking the inside of his right foot against Kellen’s leg, causing the kid to slightly jump back a few inches, which James quickly accommodated for. “I SAID STOP MOVING!” this time brining his left foot against the kids’ leg. Kellen didn’t dare move but hoped and prayed someone heard James’ yell this time, hoping someone would come in and save him, despite his nakedness. As if reading his mind, James bent down to get close to the kid’s face and teased him with his index finger, running it up from his left hip, slowly up his tight torso, circling around his left nipple, up to the side of his neck and finally cradling the kid’s chin in his fingertips. His touch was electric. Once again, the fear melted away and Kellen was aware of nothing else in existence than this man’s touch on his naked body. With his chin being held gently by this man, Kellen once again gave in. He had never been touched or held so gently before. Kellen had no idea what love was, but he imagined that it began with gentle touches. And although he had been shoved and hit just moments earlier, he yearned to be wanted, yearned to be held and with those thoughts, he sat up and looked into James’ eyes. “I’ve sucked three dicks, Sir.” “It’s about to be four.” Kellen, listening like an apt pupil, watched as James unbuckled his belt and let his trouser fall. An audible gasp escaped his lips as James let loose his monster. “We’ve got a lot to do, so get started.” Kellen had never touched or even seen a dick this big. It had to have been at least 9 inches and as thick as a bottle of beer. When he realized he wasn’t going to get any instructions from James, Kellen gave the rigid monster a few strokes with both hands before sticking his tongue out and wrapping his lips around the uncut head. “Atta boy,” James said, approving of the attention he was getting so far. The kid slowly worked his tongue around the head and allowed more of the shaft to enter his mouth. The thickness wasn’t unbearable, but he knew it would be once more of it entered his mouth. “Look up at me.” Kellen lifted his eyes, mouth still full of his boss’ cock and looked up and was relieved to see James smiling. “You’re doing so good, baby boy. But I think you can do better. What do you think?” Kellen slightly nodded while doing everything to convey with his eyes: Yes, Sir, I can do better! James reached down and caressed the kid’s head as he strained to get more dick into his mouth. “It’s big, I know, so I’m going to help you out a bit, okay?” “Emh, Suh,” Kellen said, hoping his ‘Yes, Sir’ was clear enough to not get hit again. “Good boy,” he ran his right hand through Kellen’s hair before grabbing a handful. He saw the surprise in Kellen’s eyes. “Don’t worry, boy. This is just to help me train you. When I pull your head closer to my crotch, you need to relax your throat and swallow, okay?” Kellen slightly nodded. “God, you’re so fucking special, you know that right?” Kellen wanted nothing more than to please this man. Despite everything that had happened, he wanted to make him feel good. He wanted him to want him as much as he did. Kellen swallowed and tried as hard as he could to get James’ monster down his throat, but the thickness was making his jaw sore after just only a few minutes. James saw and felt that Kellen wasn’t quite able to accommodate, so he took the kid’s head in both hands. “You’ve got to learn one way or another. Sorry, not sorry, faggot.” James shuffled a few inches forward, just enough to get Kellen off balance and began to rock his hips back and forth, using the kid’s mouth and throat. Although he wasn’t quite able to get it all down the faggot’s throat, he could easily get off on the struggling sensation coming from Kellen. The kid had never been face-fucked before and his awkward sitting position with James leaning slightly over him didn’t allow him to have any leverage to get comfortable. All he could do was grab on James’ legs and lift himself ever so slightly off the ground to make it has comfortable as possible as the dick began to pick up the pace. With James in control, Kellen was no longer trying to give a decent blow job but was instead doing his best to relax his mouth, throat and jaw to make it as painless as possible. He knew his comfort was the least of his boss’ concern did his best to maintain one position that pleased James. This went on for more than a few minutes. Kellen felt his arm muscles beginning to tired and the inklings of a spasm building. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up. He gripped tighter on James’ legs which caused James to tense up and pick up the pace. James loved breaking a boy, and while this was only a taste of what was to come later on in the evening, he would enjoy it for what it was worth. Without giving him a warning, James put both hands on the back of the kid’s head and shoved his cock as deep as it would go and began to shoot volley after volley of seed down the kids throat. Kellen was caught off guard and was always used to guys telling him they were about to cum, but that didn’t happen this time. With all but one or two inches of the beast down his throat, he began to struggle for air as he felt, what seemed like a never-ending orgasm, fill him up. James withdrew only a few inches, still keeping a majority of his cock in the kid but enough to give him some breathing room. “FUCK!” was all James said as his orgasm finally subsided. He withdrew a bit more and saw the kid visibly relax. “Keep swallowing.” Kellen did as he was told until James finally totally withdrew and the was never more appreciative of oxygen until then. “That was a bad blow job at best, faggot. You’ve got a lot to learn.” James gave Kellen a few light slaps and just to make sure the kid was dejected even more, he continued, “Your oral ‘skills’ are shit, don’t think that you got me off. I got myself off, understand?” “Yes, Sir.” He said, sounding like someone had just taken his favorite toy. James pulled up his pants and stuffed his softening dick back into his pants while Kellen just sat and watched. Giving himself a once-over using his reflection from his window, he reached into his wallet and produced a card and flicked it toward a still naked and motionless Kellen. “That has my address. Be there 11 p.m. Sharp. If you’re even a minute late, don’t bother ringing the bell and don’t bother coming into work tomorrow.” Noticing that James was about to open the door, Kellen scrambled to his left to hide from anyone who might see. James left the kid without a look or another word. Knowing he would see him later that evening, he sent a text to his dealer: “The usual. My place, 10 p.m.”

Chapter 2 – Toxic Lycan Nutt: I strategically adjusted the hard dick in my jeans with my left hand as I continued to steer the rental car with my right. Classes had wrapped up Thursday afternoon so Friday morning I finished packing, got to the rental office, and on the road by noon to follow Clifton’s directions to his home town. Clifton was a big, hairy daddy that had been feeding me his poz cock and cum for weeks now – well his and other guys’ too and the prep whore that I was loved every single fucking minute of it! My hard dick though was a sign I had not gotten any in over a week. Well none of Clifton’s loads anyways and his were the ones I really wanted. I still hit up a few bathrooms and even got fucked by a Metro station manager in a parking garage before his shift, but it wasn’t the same. When Clifton or his buddies cummed in me my entire body went into electric shock. I got hot, fevered, and my body would orgasm like some cattle prod had been stuck up my ass. So here I was, hard dick in hand, driving to bum-fuck-God-knows-where with no real idea why. Well yeah, Clifton had ordered me too, and well yeah, I knew from what he said I would be getting get a lot of dick that night, but why here? Speaking of that – “here” – did not even seem to exist on any fucking map. I tried Google, I tried government websites, I even went to the damn library and pulled out old atlases and after leaving Interstate 70, and a few other turns and twists, where I was supposed to end up was like a blank spot on every map. No town names, no nothing. Like some government spook had sat down and literally erased any reference to whatever might be there. Well fuck that. I could not wait for ifs, ands, or maybes, might as well wish for a Unicorn that shits Skittles. So thanks to the dark web I made plans with some sex offender trucker looking for barely legal ass who was parked at the Pilot Travel Center truck stop outside Hagerstown, Maryland. He said he had a tricked out, extra wide cab, and of course mud flaps with naked chicks on them. The whole rig was painted like some patriotic civics lesson and easy to find in the midst of the standard red, blue, and white semis parked in the lot. I didn’t have time to waste and parked my car, walked over, knocked on the semi door and was greeted by a daddy bear in nothing but his stained Haines. The trucker tried to make small talk, but I wanted to get down to business so boldly pulled at his shorts, his thick 8-incher sprang out, I gulped it down, spit it up, and turned around so he could fuck me raw as I looked out the windshield at all the hot truckers walking by. A few stopped, stared, knowing what was going on and that made it all the freakier. Trucker daddy did not last long at all and soon was grunting and moaning as he loaded my boy hole up with daddy jizz. That should tide me over until the evening. I knew I was getting close when I saw the signs for Garrett County. This was the far western end of Maryland, up in the Allegheny Mountains, and was closer to Pittsburgh than DC. I’m a city boy at heart and in the past 2 hours driving had seen more damn trees, cows, and nothingness than I had in my entire life to that point. It took me another hour of what felt like going in circles, but I finally felt I was close when I entered a little non-descript town. A few blocks lined with small mom-and-pop type places, lots of pickup trucks, and I drove from one end, turned, and went back to make sure I was in the right place. I pulled into one of the only buildings with a sign on it - “PHARMACY”. Creative right? I parked my car, climbed, out, stretched, and got the evil eye along with a couple of deeps SNIFFS from a couple guys walking past. I guess I should have noticed, but I didn’t at the time, but I only saw men. No women. No kids. Not even a pet dog. The little bell over the door to the pharmacy jingled, the wood floors creaked and squeaked with every step. I walked up to the counter and looked around, the place was empty. I rang the little bell on the counter, you know like you might find at school or those old-timey places, and a bit later this big daddy type came out from the back and as the curtain parted my dick strained. HOT DAMN! The man in the white coat – the blue embroidered name said CLYDE – was tall, real long brown hair, slightly wavy, trimmed beard, glasses, sort of hippy meets professor type. He was wearing pressed khakis with a long thick bulge running down the right leg. Fuck! “Hi…Can you help me…I …here…oh here it is…I’m trying to find a cabin out on Stockton Hill Road?” I asked. Clyde SNIFFED, then SNIFFED again, gave me a knowing smile, pushed his glasses up, then cocked his head, “Clifton send you?” he asked. How the fuck would he know that? Maybe Clifton called or something. I nodded, Clyde then smiled, “Well you go out the front here and go left. Follow the curve in the road about ½ mile. You’ll see Morrison’s machine and body shop. Keep on past that another oh…3 miles. You’ll be looking for a long drive on your right. Easy to miss, but look for the mailbox that says STOCKTON on it. It’s his cabin. He lives across the road and the cabin is up the mountain, so follow the drive up and you can’t miss it. Only thing up there – only thing for miles.” I felt a cold chill on that last part. I thanked him and started to leave then remembered, “Oh yeah, and is there a local bar around here? I…I…thought I might go grab a drink later.” Clyde’s smiled became a lecherous leer, he nodded, and said, “Right beside the machine shop. Used to be the Methodist church I guess 150 years ago or so. Now it belongs to Rudy. The only bar in town.” A church? Wow – that’s twisted for even me and my dick strained my jeans harder. Clyde eyed my problem, smiled a big toothy smile, I blushed, and hustled back out to my car. The two guys who had given me the evil eye earlier were now standing by the end of the building, looking me up and down like they wanted to beat the fuck out of me. They were hot daddy types too, beards, muscular, flannel shirts, work boots, and while I wanted more than anything to bend over right there for them, I decided it was time to go. I eyed the old church – now Rudy’s bar – as I slowly drove up the road and I could feel the precum wetting my jeans as I thought about getting some raw dick in me. Out here in the boonies I was not hopeful of getting dirty POZ cum and dick, but hey – raw is raw and any bareback fucking was better than none at all. In the large dirt parking lot between the old church and the machine shop were a number of trucks of various shapes and sizes and several guys standing around, smoking, chatting, and they all eerily stopped and stared right at me as I drove by. Maybe they didn’t get many visitors around here. A few miles later I saw the mailbox and turned right up the dirt road. I cursed a bit as branches scraped the sides of the rental, but once I broke into the clearing and saw the cabin, all I could think was WOW! The cabin was near the top of the mountain with a view to die for. I stepped out of the car and looked in wonder at the vast wilderness that played out before me. I grabbed my suitcase, walked up the steps, and on top of a stool by the front door was a note held in place by a rock: “Welcome. Make yourself at home. Place is yours for the next week. Got it all stocked up, but if there is anything else you need, come on down to the main house or give us a ring, and we’ll fix you right up. - J.M. Stockton” A quick tour of the cabin and I realized it was not so bad. Pretty modern considering and I quickly got undressed and figured I would take a shower before hitting the bar. But first, I had to take care of my raging hard on. No one was around for miles as far as I could tell so I went out on the porch, stood there naked, looking out over the valley, shoved a finger from my left hand up my hole still filled with trucker cum, and finger-fucked myself as I jacked my hard dick. I thought about the two daddies I had seen in town. Fantasizing that they had followed me up here in their truck then had fucked me right there on the porch. I always squirt far and wide, and a lot, and grunted as my balls spurted a steady stream of cum out across the porch and onto the plants below. Feeling better, I went back inside, the only thing to drink was some whiskey, so I poured a shot, and hopped in the shower. Part way through the shower I thought I heard something like someone walking around in the cabin, but figured it must have been my imagination. I dried off, tossed on some clean clothes, and had just enough time to make it back down the mountain to Rudy’s. There were still several men out in the parking lot between the old church and machine shop when I pulled in, and once again they all seemed to stop and stare. The hairs on my arms tingled, I got goosebumps, and something about them just seemed off. I quickly walked up the front steps, through the wood door, and into the foyer of the old church. There were stairs going down to the right and left, and a pair of swinging doors right in front of me. I pushed through the doors into the old sanctuary and was greeted by music playing, the strong smell of smoke, and through the light of the stained glass windows glanced at the old maroon carpet, and wood paneled walls. There were a couple of pool tables to the right, various tables spread around the room, and towards the back where the preacher might have stood was a long wood bar surrounded by stools with torn black, leather tops, and rusted chrome legs. Man this place was run down. I let the doors close behind me and all eyes turned my way. It was about 4:45 p.m., and the place seemed pretty crowded for so early in the day. Maybe they had happy hour in the country too? There were 15 or 20 men in the bar of various ages, builds, and looks – but they all shared the same suspicious, intense gaze, and as I walked nervously towards the bar several of them sniffed me as I passed. A few even stood up to brush by me as I walked past them and each and every fucking one of them SNIFFED me too. I knew right then this was going to be a good night. I knew that look, the look of men whose dicks were ready to fuck and who were hungry to poz some neg ass. I grabbed a stool near the end of the bar and this giant of a man walked over, held out his hand which was twice as big as mine, “Hi there. I’m Rudy. Welcome. What can I get you?” I asked for a beer, but apparently all they had was whiskey, so I downed two shots back to back and let the warm liquid build up my courage. I tried to ask Rudy questions about the town, the people, even the fucking weather, but clearly he did not want to talk, so I huddled down at my end, drank my shots and kept glancing at my watch, counting the minutes. My heart raced, 5:59 and 10 seconds, 20 seconds, 30 seconds – I adjusted my hard dick – 40 seconds, 50 seconds, 6 o’clock sharp. I held up my hand to get the bartender’s attention. “Umm… I…fuck…I...oh yeah, Nanna is rising.” All sounds stopped. The air stilled. Everyone in the bar stared at me. I waited, and waited some more – fuck did I get it wrong? I’m sure that’s what Clifton told me to say. Fuck I had repeated it to myself hundreds of times to be sure. Finally the bartender nodded and pointed with his left hand to the left side of the old sanctuary and the stairs that led down to the back end of the basement. I unlatched the eye hook from the door, grabbed the old string hanging from the bare bulb, pulled it, and let the door close behind me as I made my way carefully down the rickety stairs. Right at the bottom of the stairs was a bathroom with a urinal trough, one stall with no door, an old sink, and a single blue light bulb gently swaying back and forth from the ceiling giving the smelly room an Adams Family Disco effect. I turned in a circle, not sure what to do as I heard boots on the landing and heavy footfalls coming down the steps. It was Rudy the bartender/owner. He held a bottle of whiskey in one hand, a shot glass in the other, poured some out and handed it to me. I gulped it down, he gave me another, then set the bottle on the old stone floor, unzipped his pants, and flopped out a big 10 inch, uncut dick. I whistled in deep appreciation. I tried to get on my knees to suck it, but Rudy pushed me face first against the wall, took both hands and pulled my pants down. I shivered as he wet my ass crack up with whiskey and then moaned in ecstasy as he drove his big daddy dick into my eager hole as the liquor burned and his raw dick spread me open. RUDY WAS A FUCK-MONSTER AND RAM FUCKED ME HARD. I TOOK IT LIKE A GOOD CHASER PUP AND WHEN IT FELT LIKE HIS DICK SWELLED AND KNOTTED IN ME I BEGGED FOR HIM TO BREED ME AND THIS DADDY DID NOT DISAPPOINT! HIS CUM STREAMED UP MY HOLE LIKE A DAM HAD BURST LOOSE AND MY GUT WALLS ABSORBED EVERY TOXIC DROP. I KNEW HIS LOAD WAS TAINTED FROM HOW IT BURNED, TORE THROUGH MY INTESTINAL LINING, AND BURROWED INTO MY RED BLOOD CELLS. ONE DOWN – HOW MANY MORE TO GO? I was bent over, panting, Rudy’s cum dripping out of my fresh fucked hole, as the stairs creaked and moaned announcing more dick coming my way. I didn’t want to see them. I wanted it to be as anonymous as possible - Truvada whore bent over for any poz or raw dick, no questions asked. Almost every other dick – once they had blown their cum inside me and pushed it deeper with their long nails or still semi- hard dick – pulled out and pissed on my face and into my waiting mouth as I stood bent over the urinal trough, marking their territory and embedding my skin with their pungent scent. I loved gagging and gargling on their dark yellow piss as their cum stewed up inside my guts. I continued to do a few shots of whiskey here and there, but was drunk on the high of raw dick and a shit load of cum. With every hairy daddy dick that fucked me raw and bred me, I got the same, weird intense orgasmic feeling through my whole body like I did with Clifton. No smoke. No lines. Just floating on high with the most intense sense of being – being one with I didn’t know what the fuck – but I loved it! THE LAST TOP WHO FUCKED ME THAT EVENING WAS BY FAR THE THICKEST AND LONGEST DICK I HAD EVER TAKEN. HIS HAIRY SHAFT STRETCHED ME, TORE ME, AND FILLED ME UP WITHOUT STOPPING AND MY ASS WAS LIKE A BUCKET OF PIG SLOP FULL OF CHUNKY, WET, SMELLY RIPE LEFTOVERS. I YIPPED AND CRIED OUT AS HE BANGED ME AGAINST THE TOILET STALL WALL, THE PLYWOOD SHAKING, THE RUSTY NAILS SCRATCHING AT MY SKIN TO MATCH THE DEEP GOUGES HE WAS MAKING DOWN MY BACK AND UPPER THIGHS. HIS MARKS WERE LAYERED UPON THE SCRATCHES OF ALL THE OTHER TOP DAWGS WHO HAD FUCKED ME AS EACH AND EVERY ONE HAD DUG MY ASS RAW WITH THEIR LONG DIRTY NAILS, HAD BIT AND SNAPPED AT MY NECK AND BACK, AND CLAWED THEIR WAY FINGERS DEEP IN MY ASS ENSURING ALL THE TOXIC CUM COULD FIND A NEW HOME LIKE A TAPEWORM IN A HOUND. I lost track of time and when it seemed like no one else was coming down, I wiped the piss, spit, and fuck chunks off my face as best I could, ran my fingers through my hair, used some toilet paper to dry the rest of me off, found my clothes, got dressed, and proceeded back up to the bar. Every step was painful, but with that pain came the assurance that I knew I had aced this latest test and Clifton would be proud of the slut puppy I had become. Rudy and the two men who were sitting at the bar glanced at me, but made no other expression and said not a word as I limped out to the rental car. Part of me was hoping there would be some guys in the parking lot I could get fucked by as my hole was aching for more dick and my body craved the orgasmic jolt those daddies’ cum had created. The rest of me though wanted nothing more than to crash and sleep for a good 12 hours. I slowly made my way back up the mountain to the cabin, my mind only half paying attention to the road as I kept reliving the dick down I had just taken. I wonder what my father would say now? I parked the car, locked the doors, then chuckled as I realized how silly that was. Who the fuck was around to steal the car? A raccoon? I stumbled a bit up the steps and stepped into the cabin to a welcome surprise. There was a roaring fire in the fireplace, a stack of split wood beside it, and on the table a couple covered plates with a note: “Came up to check on you and figured we’d warm the place up a bit and brought you some hot dinner too. If you need anything, come on down to the house or give us a ring on the phone. J.M. Stockton” While the food smelled delicious, my stomach was filled with hot cum and piss and for now, all I wanted to do was relax. I peeled off my clothes, laid on my back beside the fireplace, and let the warmth wash over me as I jacked my dick with my right hand and fingered my cummy hole with my left. It took me no time at all to squirt up all over my stomach, chest, and right past the right side of my head onto the carpet and floor. I pulled the quilt that was draped over the easy chair off and onto me, rolled on my side and closed my eyes, relishing the daddy loads I had taken that evening. Some time later I awoke with a start and it took me a minute to get my bearings. I had drifted off to sleep by the fireplace, and the flames had now died down to nothing but embers and coals. The lights were all off in the cabin, had I done that? Weren’t they on when I got back? How long was I out? I shivered as I reached out into the brisk air from under the warmth of quilt and grasped around in the dark for the silver flashlight I had noted earlier by the small side table. I snapped it on, there was a HUFF and a SNARL, something big and heavy bumped into me knocking me face first onto the floor, the flashlight skittered across the floor and as it spun away, I glimpsed the looming dancing shadows of something behind me. I tried to roll over, but was pinned. Fuck he was strong. Suddenly the huffing, snarling, and panting got louder and long nails tore through the thickness of the quilt and dug into my cold flesh. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I tried to move, but my arm was caught in a sharp vice that sliced my arm even more. I tried not to panic as the weight of the large beast – as this was clearly no man – settled across my back, but my heart raced and bile filled my throat. The beast’s hairy, muscled body was tense, taught, and ready to attack. The huffing and snarling was joined by the sound of fabric ripping as the quilt was torn away from my naked body, leaving only tattered shards between my arm and the beast’s claws. My body began to shake as the beast’s weight slowly lowered fully on top of me, its hot breath on my neck, my hair now battered by the winds of its lungs, and my skin burned as it’s slobber drooled on my back. My mind was still trying to understand what was happening when suddenly my ass was torn open, my guts were split, and my insides were filled with the beast’s violent manhood. I SCREAMED. I KEPT SCREAMING. I ECHOED THE RHYTHM OF THE BEAST’S THRUSTS INTO ME WITH EVERY SCREAM THAT I WAS ABLE TO MAKE. Bile flew from my mouth, tears clouded my eyes, and I tried to push off the floor with my free right arm and was stopped as the beast embedded his claws into the wood floor to the right of my face. In that second, I stared amazed. Granted, I was a city kid and not familiar with the beasts of the wild except on TV and story books, but while large, hairy, and clearly strong, why did the thing have what looked liked giant, padded fingers and a thumb like a man? My thought trail died there as the beast picked up its pace, piercing my guts deeper and deeper, slam fucking me like a god of old taking a human concubine. THE HUFFING AND SNARLING GOT LOUDER, AND AS THE BEAST UNLEASHED HIS BLISTERING HOT TORRENT OF SEED INSIDE MY STOMACH WITH ONE FINAL BRUTAL THRUST, MY BODY WENT RIGID WITH THAT WEIRD ORGASMIC FEELING, WHICH THIS TIME WAS LIKE BEING STRUCK BY LIGHTENING, AND THEN I PASSED OUT. Some time later my mind started to come around again and I felt lost, confused, my eyes fluttered open into total darkness. Yet, unbelievably, the beast was still on me and inside me. His huffing and snarling were now deep, contented pants. His penis still felt big, but not hard like it was. What the fuck kind of animal hangs around to enjoy the after glow? I slowly focused my mind and inched my right hand forward. The beast did not react, so I continued moving my arm slowly until my fingers were able to wrap around one of the sticks of firewood. I continued to lay still, letting the beast relax even more, and when the terror I had pushed away began to come back I quickly pulled my arm back, dragging the wood and with all my strength twisted and rolled backwards and to my left side, shifting the beast as I did. Caught unaware, the beast pulled back in surprise, yanking his brutal dick with him. I screamed in pain and fear and brought my right arm around as hard as I could and clubbed the dark shadowy form – the dull thump of wood connecting to flesh was joyous! The beast grunted, the side table tumbled over, the lamp crashed and shattered, other furniture got pushed to the side as the beastly shadow backed away and seconds later was totally gone. I peered into the darkness trying to confirm with my eyes what the rest of my senses told me. Yes, the beast had gone, but how far? With the chunk of wood still in my hand I quickly got up, found a light switch on the wall and flicked it on. I cautiously made my way through the broken glass and turned on more switches. I rounded the corner to the kitchen, turned those lights on and saw the backdoor was open. I skittered over, slammed the door shut, flipped the lock, and stepped away, expecting it to burst back open. It didn’t. I was cold, confused, hurt, and alone. I backed up into the living room, bent down and gathered the tattered remnants of the quilt, pulled it around my naked body, stepped over to the fireplace and with my back against the rough hewn rocks, slid down to the floor. I shifted my hips a little and ran two fingers against my leaking ass. I pulled them back and looked. The beast’s seed that was coming out of my well-fucked ass in small streams was a sickly, dark yellow, and pungent. I instinctively lapped at my fingers, the taste was vile, exotic, and salty. A few hours passed and I was still there – sitting in a puddle of dried beast nutt that had leaked from my ass, my back against the fireplace where I felt safest and in nothing but tattered rags keeping the cold at bay – when Mr. Stockton and his boys found me the next morning. Stay tuned for Chapter 3 – My First Alpha

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…