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PART TWO: Black Santa pays a visit “You want another gift from Santa, kiddo?” he panted, as he was drilling my ass with no mercy. “Fuck yeah, Santa! Empty that sack!” I growled. I was bent over the makeup table (again) in the janky Santa Village Gingerbread house, while skeezy Mall Santa was raw dogging my ass. With a quiet “Unnnggghhh” I felt his ginormous cock start throbbing deep in my guts. A few strokes on my own erection brought my load out. Out of respect, I aimed for the floor under the table, instead of spackling the makeup mirror again. This was the third time I’d been back to visit in the week since our first fuck, and it was getting tougher and tougher to come up with excuses for mom as to why I was home so late. But evidently I was a fucking whore for massive cocks- a person who would lie to baby jesus for the opportunity to get dicked down. After every time Carl and I fucked, I would jack off multiple times a day thinking about how good it felt to take that 9 incher of his. After that first breeding session, it was only a matter of time before I went back for seconds…. About 3 days as it turned out. And then just about every three or so days after. I was becoming so regular that Eric (Santa’s little helper) and I were kind of becoming buddies. He’d see me coming and give me a big hug when I got there. The previous time, he even joined in a little. He mostly smoked pot and watched Carl and I fuck while jacking his dick. But eventually I did coax him into letting me suck him off and feel him shoot in my mouth. It was hot, even if Eric is a bit of a twink and not really my type. I think we all know what my type is: daddies. Or more accurately- HUNG daddies. As Santa’s raw dick slithered from my ass, Carl said, “Hey kid, what are you doing this tomorrow? Think you can come back for another round?” “You want me to come back on a Friday night, two days before Christmas? I dunno if I can swing it—mom is getting suspicious of my absences. She thinks I’m on drugs. She checks my eyes when I get home and she’s been leaving anti-drug pamphlets on the kitchen table. And I know she searches my room when I’m not home.” “Well, it’ll be worth it if you can. Remember that other Santa I wanted to introduce you to? Well ‘Big Terry’ happens to be available Friday, and after hearing me rave about that perky ass of yours, he really wants a turn. I’ve been talking you up good, so he’s real excited to ‘meat’ up.” He did the cheesy air quotes around meat and chuckled, so I’d get the double entendre. Carl had mentioned after our first fuck that he knew of this Black Santa that he’d played with on occasion. And lord help me, but I have to admit I was intrigued by the thought. First of all, it was a chance to be fucked by another older man. And secondly, apparently I was an insatiable cumslut. Furthermore, I was discovering that I was the stereotypical “size queen”, much to my chagrin. And, truth be told, I was definitely curious about the black thing. I’d never been with a black guy before-- I mean, heck, I’d barely been with ANYONE before Carl. Really just a handful of guys from my school. And since I was now exploring sex in a bigger way, why not explore a different ethnicity while I was at it? Plus, if what Carl eluded to was true… this Terry was “big” in exactly the way I liked. “I’ll try.” I said with a shrug. “Eight o’clock again? Here?” “No- needs to be Seven because it’s Friday. And Kid let me just say… if you think I’m big? Well, Terry is in a different class. I can’t wait to see that massive black dong of his sliding into that little muscle ass of yours! Just make sure you’re good-n-ready for some fucking.” “Well, I’ll do my best to come up with something so I can be here.” I promised as I was pulling on my clothes. “You better! Because hell if I’m taking his dick if you don’t make it!” When I got home from Carl’s latest cuntwrecking, I had to endure mom’s scrutiny again. While she sniffed my breath and checked my arms for track marks, I decided to tell my mom a whopper of a lie. I told her I would be hanging out with “the gang” at the Mall again on Friday for some last minute Christmas shopping, and that I’d be home later. I knew my friends were really doing a movie night at Brit-Brit’s, which I’d begged off, saying I needed to spend time with mom. Naturally this could all blow up in my face if mom decided to call one of them, but when it came to hanging with my friends, mom generally trusted me. Friday dawned and I woke up with the nervous knot in my stomach. I couldn’t stop thinking about the impending fuck later that evening, and I was very distracted all day. I could barely focus at school at all. I thought about jacking off at lunch, but I didn’t want to spoil the sexual tension that was brewing. Thank god it was the last day before break and most teachers had already checked out until the new year. It was mostly movies and fun in the classes. Unfortunately I had so much time to kill before the scheduled meetup. I hung at the school library until 4:30, then went to a coffee shop and read for awhile and played games on my phone. Then when I was so restless I couldn’t stand it, I drove to the shithole mall. So here I was… again. Nervous as fuck and questioning every decision I ever made which led me to this point. Was I really the kind of kid who was gonna let sketchy Santa bring in some unknown rando to fuck my ass? What was I doing?? Since I was early, I aimlessly did laps around trying to quell the butterflies in my stomach while debating myself. My mind was racing again, matching my heart. Why was I turned on by the idea of another older man fucking me? Why does sex with strange men seem to be such an irresistible draw? Is this really who I am? And what if the other Santa was so big I couldn’t take it? Or what if it hurt me? I definitely thought about just leaving—doing a no-show and just being a “good boy” instead. I have to admit… it was very close. I actually headed for the exit more than once. But I kept thinking about “Big” Terry. Wondering what he’d be like. Wondering how big his cock would be. Wondering what it would be like to be used by TWO santas? And just like a gay man, my dick made the decision for me. Well, the appointed time rolled around, and my feet led me down to Santa’s village like I was on autopilot. It was deserted- Eric wasn’t even there, and the sign said closed—per usual. I crossed the velvet rope and went up to the Gingerbread house and knocked softly. “Come on in, kid,” Carl said. I casually looked around to make sure I wasn’t being watched too closely, and then I snuck inside. I could instantly tell it was just Carl and me in the place. “Oh,” I said, a bit crestfallen. And Carl just chuckled. “Don’t worry kid, he’s on his way. Had to meet up with his parole officer first,” he says. “Oh? Um…,” I said again... a bit more brightly. But my guts clenched a little bit. Parole officer?? I looked at Carl questioningly. Carl seemed to know what I was thinking. “Yeah, kid, Terry and I met in the joint. We were the two biggest swingin’ dicks in the place, and we tag teamed a ton of guys. Some even actually wanted it.” He smiled darkly. “I’m the one who got him this gig after he got out. It’ll be good to tag fuck with him again. It’s been too long.” I swallowed nervously. “Don’t worry, kiddo, we ain’t gonna prison rape you. This is just about having some fun.” “Ok,” I nodded. “I’m pretty nervous, but also kinda anxious and excited… you know?” Carl smiled. “Damn, I sure hope you’re ready for this kiddo. You know what they say about your eyes being bigger than your stomach? Well… same concept applies here, but for your asshole. So let’s get you warmed up some. Why don’t you strip down and then get that pretty mouth on my dick?” I didn’t have to be asked twice. Plus, I figured getting down to business might calm my nerves a little. I quickly stripped down to my jockstrap (left over from gym class today) and then knelt in front of Carl. Carl knew what I liked by now. He left the Santa beard and pants with the suspenders on—and was wearing his grubby wife beater. He just undid the fly in the red fur pants and hauled his cock and balls out for me to have unfettered access. And then he sat there and smoked and drank some Jack while I worked him. When he flopped out his junk, I sighed audibly and Carl chuckled. God his cock was beautiful! I worshiped it every time we got together. Three hands worth, and uncut. And pretty meaty. And just… wow. It was amazing to behold. And to suck. I found I really liked to play with the foreskin with my tongue and fingers, and work him well with my mouth while I tugged down on his low hangers. I was getting better at taking him. I could work him a bit down my throat now—not far, and I would still gag pretty often. But I could at least get about half of him in my mouth now. Which he loved. “Goddamn boy—sometime you gotta let me cum in your mouth! Although we both know where you like the cum best,” he said salaciously. I made appreciative humming noises while sucking away. I had Carl at full mast and leaking precum when there was a quiet knock at the door. “That you, Terry?” Carl called out. “Yeah,” came the deep gravelly response from the other side of the door. “Come on in,” Carl said, “And lock the door behind you.” I paused with Carl’s dick in my mouth, watching the door to catch a glimpse of Big Terry. The door opened, and all light from the mall was basically eclipsed by the figure wedging his way inside. Big Terry was, well… big. Very big. He had to be like 6’5” and lord knows how heavy. Like 280 maybe? But not really fat. No, he was just thick and heavily muscled which I could see when he wrestled himself out of his coat. And when he pulled off his sweatshirt—heavily tattooed as well. He had a thick, dark beard on him and close cropped hair. Terry locked the door and looked down at me with Carl’s dick in my mouth. He was such an imposing figure I involuntarily shuddered. He smirked. “So, dis the hungry little fuckboy you got, huh? Damn! He a little thing! Sure hope he don’t rip in half!” Terry laughed, rich and low. “Terry, this is Kyle. Kyle? Terry.” I pulled my mouth off of Carl’s dick and sort of half waved at Terry. I looked away quickly, afraid to meet his eyes. “Yeah, we’re gonna have to be a little gentle with him,” Carl says matter of factly. “At least to start with. We don’t to put the boy in the infirmary for Christmas. But trust me when I say, this kid can take some cock once he gets going. He just took another load from me last night and he’s already hungry for more.” “Damn, we get to rawdog him, Carl?” Terry says with raised eyebrows. “Oh yeah. Didn’t I tell you? Kid loves the cum deep.” “Fuuuuck yeah,” Terry hummed. “My bitch always be making me wear a condom so she don’t get pregnant. Again. Half the time the fuckers rip anyway so I know imma be payin for another abortion soon. It’ll feel good to fuck the old fashioned way.” “Just like the good ol days on Cellblock D,” Carl chimed in. And they both shared a laugh. Carl poured Terry some Jack and then flexed his cock at me. I went back to sucking and he moaned appreciatively. I stole a glance at Big Terry while working Carl. He was watching me work Carl’s dick with dark, hooded eyes. Terry started to rub his crotch while staring at me and licking his lips I could see a hefty swell starting in his sweat pants, and I was anxious to see just what I was getting myself into. Or more accurately, what I was going to be getting into myself. With Terry’s mass in the gingerbread house, there really didn’t seem to be any room left to maneuver. I started wondering how all this was all gonna work. Thankfully Carl evidently had some experience in these matters and he became the scene director. Carl could sense that I was anxious to get a peek at Terry. After another minute or so of me sucking, Carl stood up, leaving me on my knees. He shimmied his way behind me and then stood me up and bent me over gently. As Carl was kneeling behind me, he said, “Terry, why don’t you let him suck you a bit while I get him nice n wet.” Then he dove his tongue into my pucker which Carl knew was the key to unlocking my inhibitions. I moaned and made grabbing motions for Terry to move closer. He was still in the dark sweat pants and a sleeveless T, and the left leg of the sweats was already tenting out from his body. I reached up and tugged down the waistband to finally get a glimpse of what would be wrecking my hole later and… O. Holy. Beercan. Now I know that guys that are girthy always compare their cocks to beercans. You hear it a lot, and they even take pics of their cocks next to soda cans and shampoo bottles, etc. Butmost of them aren’t really beercan sized, they’re just thicker than normal dicks. But Terry? It was legit FAT. When I reached out my hand to touch it, it was as wide as my hand across the four knuckles. And it wasn’t just fat in like one spot. Or just flat and wide. The entire length looked round and about equal in girth. With a bulbous, shiny, ruddy purple knob of a head at the end. And it wasn’t just ridiculously fat. Oh no, It was long, too. Terry wasn’t even fully hard yet, but Jesus fucking Christ. It arced down and away from his body. There was no telling exactly how big he’d be once fully aroused and I caught myself wondering if he had enough extra blood to fill that cunt wrecker! “Hoooooooly… Fuck…,” I whispered while grabbing it at the root. The girth wasn’t human. My hand didn’t even come close to touching around it. Fuck “beercan”… it was more like a bottle of SmartWater. “Shit, I ain’t even hard yet,” Terry says while taking a swig of Jack. “Can… can… your girlfriend take all that?” I stammered. “Naw. She cry when I throw it to her. She say she like it, but she sure try to run away when I’m hitting it. You ain’t gonna run now, are ya? Carl said you can take it all. Like all dat prison ass. Bitches in there would take it all… eventually. Hell, there was even this one guard….” “Brad.” Carl says while his face is still have buried in my ass. “Yeah, Brad. That fucker… Jesus. I miss that ass. That fuckin married, muscle cracker sonofabitch really got off on being a pussy bitch for black cock” Great. So Carl promised I could take it and now I had to try to compete with this Brad guy. I said a silent prayer that I would be a god bottom for him— or at the very least not fail miserably.. The talk about Brad and fucking seemed to get Terry more aroused. He was definitely almost at full mast, and it was massive. I was happy to see he was not quite as long as Carl at probably a solid 8 inches , but damn. He was probably twice as thick. The thought trying to get it inside me made me break out in a sweat. But- I’m a size queen, so I couldn’t wait any longer. As Carl tongued my ass, I slowly snuck out my tongue and licked the tip of Terry’s cock. It jumped appreciatively. With one hand on the table for balance and one gripping Terry’s cock, I slowly worked my mouth over his head. Let me just say—sucking him was impossible. Absolutely fucking impossible. He was just too damn thick. I honestly don’t know how anyone could blow him, unless they had an inordinately large mouth or a dislocated jaw. I was able to get his head in my mouth (barely), and just a fraction of the shaft.. and that was it. I couldn’t really even work it for fear of grazing my teeth on him. And there wasn’t much room for my tongue to dig around it. So I was basically forced to sort of scrub my tongue on the underside of his head. That being said, I gave it the ol college try. I did what I could. Slurped and sucked. Licked up and down his shaft- which had this deliciously thick vein running the length of it. Cupped his balls and worked him as best I could while using my hand to milk up precum- which Terry was oozing galore. And Terry moaned appreciatively along with what I was able to do, even in my limited capacity. “Carl, imma need to fuck this little bitch soon, so you best be gettin to opening him up,” Terry growled. Carl didn’t need any more prompting. He stood up, and reached behind the makeup mirror and brought out a little Christmas gift bag which I saw reflected in the mirror. “What’s that?” I asked, taking my mouth off Terry’s dick just long enough to enquire. “Oh, this is a little gift bag from Eric. He knew Terry was coming, so he got you a couple things to help out.” And with that Carl pulled out a small bottle of Swiss Navy silicone lube, and a shiny metal aerosol can of some sort. “He figured the silicone lube would help things slide a bit better,” Carl said while pumping out a healthy amount into his hand. I felt him lube up my hole, and then watched him stroke his cock in the mirror with it to get himself ready. “What’s the silver can?” I asked. “Maximum Impact spray poppers,” Carl said. “You hold off on those until Terry is ready to fuck you. They’re stronger than the other poppers- You’ll be glad to have them.” I went back to sucking on Terry and I felt Carl position his head at my ass. Then he handed me the old bottle of poppers. I took a small whiff, and Carl began to slide in. Let me just say- the silicone lube was a godsend! I made a mental note to thank Eric later for his thoughtfulness. After being fucked by Vaseline, this felt like a dream. Carl’s dick, while still stretching the heck out of me, slid in with virtually no issue. He hit my second ring, pulled all the way out, relubed, and slid back in—this time to the hilt. So. Fucking. Amazing. When Carl popped beyond my second ring, it sent me into a frenzy. I started jacking and sucking the hell out of Terry’s monster, while Carl slowfucked me deep. I was hitting the poppers and soon tossing my ass back onto Carl with some fierceness. I was worried that after being railed by him yesterday I wasn’t going to be able to take him today, but the opposite seemed true. I was in full on fuck mode, everything was lined up and working, and couldn’t seem to get enough of his dick. Terry pulled a bit away from me, stood back, and crossed his arms in front of his massive chest. He kept his massive dick just out reach while he watched Carl fuck me. I actually appreciated this, as trying to be a good bottom AND also trying to deal with Terry’s massive cock was just too distracting for me. It was hard to do both effectively and maintain my balance. Besides, right now I really needed to focus on all the pleasure that was happening in my ass! Carl pumped some more lube on his dick while fucking me, and then I felt some additional pressure at my hole. Carl actually worked a finger into me during one of his thrusts in, and I could feel the pinch at my hole and the pressure of the extra stretching. And after a few minutes, more pressure and I knew Carl was working in another finger. And then another. Jesus, my hole was hurting a bit, but it also felt glorious. I kept hitting the poppers and I was really gooning out while Terry egged us on. “Fuck yeah! Get that pussy ready for me! You ready for dis meat, bud? You want dis big black cock? You ready for a cuntwreckin’, white boy?” All I could do was nod. “Ok, Terry. I think I got him about as open as I can. Now, go a bit easy on him—I don’t want that hole ruined before I get my nut.” “We’ll see,” Terry chuckled. “My dick ain’t been this excited to fuck for awhile!” I felt Carl pull his fingers and cock out of me. God I felt so empty! And then he gently spun me around so my ass faced Terry. Terry pulled my jock down in one swift motion. I stepped out of it and handed it to me. “I want that ass naked,” he said as he did it. He then added some more lube to my hole with his thick fingers, and I heard him slicking up his dick with several more pumps of lube. “Now might be a good time to hit those other poppers,” Terry said. I could feel him sliding his cockhead up and down my ass crack. It felt like a fist back there. I looked at Carl, confused. He took my jock from me, grabbed the Maximum Impact, and sprayed it into the cup portion of my jockstrap. Then he handed it back to me. “Put this over your mouth and nose and inhale—and then get ready to go to Mars.” I did like he said. At first I wasn’t sure what the deal was- other than the different smell. But then… whoa. Everything got very fuzzy and warm and my vision blurred. I got tingly and hot all over, and that’s when I heard Carl say, “Now.” And Terry started to enter me. JESUS! Fuck me sideways, it hurt like a motherfucker!! Even with the spray popper high, I cried out “OW!OW!OW!OW!OW!” and tried to push my hand back on Terry to stop him. To his credit, he stopped and didn’t try to force things. He pulled out, relubed his head, and started in again. Slowly. Back and forth. Easing it a bit further each time. It literally felt like I was being fucked with a baseball bat. Carl fed me some more spray poppers, and with the slow in and out motion, Terry was ever so slowly working himself inside me. Just about when I thought I couldn’t take much more, he slid out, relubed, and pushed back in with a steady motion. I was sort of amazed that my ass suddenly seemed to cooperate. Yes it hurt. Yes it felt like my hole was tearing a bit and it burned like hell. But it was also going in. I think it was maybe because I finally stopped tensing up and fighting it. Terry’s massive hands found my hips, and I felt him pull me back toward him. His massive knob hit my second ring… and stopped. Damn I wanted it to go further—all the way in—but fuck it hurt, too. I wondered if maybe this was as far as he would go. But this wasn’t Terry’s first time at the rodeo, and he knew how to use his weapon. He started to slow fuck me—right there. Right where his head was gently nudging my second ring. Kind of like what he did at the beginning to my butthole. Slowly working it. Teasing the depths of my ass. Getting me used to his girth. To that big head. “Carl, give him one more hit and we’ll be home free,” Terry said. Carl sprayed my jock again, and I inhaled deeply. I think Terry felt me relax, because with a slow but steady push he slid his massive prong up past my second ring. “Ugggggghhhhnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh,” was about all I could manage with an elated exhale when his head popped in and he bottomed out inside me. All the tension left my body and I could feel his pubes on my asscheeks as he was buried in me to the hilt. The feeling of all that dick inside me was… well, it’s indescribable. I was so full. So stretched. So fucking turned on! I wondered dimly if this is why guys liked being fisted? My body started to shiver and buck almost uncontrollably as Terry made micro thrusts deep inside me. I kept exclaiming, “Oh! Oh! OH!” every time Terry bottomed out. It was like nothing I’d felt before- like my full body being on the edge of a big sneeze. “Kid’s having an anal orgasm, Terry,” Carl said appreciately. “Told you this little cocksucker was built to fuck!” What Terry was doing to me was making me go berserk. I grabbed Carl’s cock and basically forced him into my mouth. I was in a fuck frenzy, and I didn’t even care that Carla cock was covered in lube and had been deep in the nether regions of my butthole. I had more of Carl’s cock down my throat than I ever had managed before- like part way down my esophagus. And while doing this, Terry started to fuck me with more of his dick. Longer and longer strokes were entering my ass. He was now giving me almost his full shaft on each thrust, and his head was punching my second ring like a prize fighter. And I couldn’t get enough. My whole body was vibrating as he fucked me as I freely choked and gagged myself on Carl. “Whoa kid, slow down!” Carl commanded. “I’m getting close and I wanna knock up that ass for Terry. He loves a cummy cunt.” Terry pulled from me abruptly, and he reached down and grabbed my legs behind my knees. And then he hoisted me up and back into his chest in one smooth motion. He was leaning back a little and holding my legs open for Carl. And without missing a beat, Carl spit on his cock and shoved it inside me. After Terry, taking Carl was a piece of cake. In fact, it felt fucking incredible. All the long dicking and second ring punching, but with none of the pain. It was just all pleasure upon pleasure upon pleasure, and I could now actually squeeze my hole around Carl’s dick and grip him on the pull outs. Carl was really throwing the meat to me. Harder than he ever had before and he had this greedy, happy look on his face. I reached forward and tugged Carl’s nipples through his wife beater as he plowed me mercilessly. “Fuck boy! Here cums a big gift!” I just looked into Carl’s eyes and nodded as he scrunched up his face with his orgasm. “Uggggggghhhhhh!” he grunted and I could feel every throb deep inside me, just as before. Pulse after pulse of sperm dumping deep into my guts. I squeezed and pulsed my ass around his dick to make him shudder and buck. Eventually his orgasm subsided, and he pulled out of me unceremoniously. “There you go, Terry. Now scrub that load into his guts. Get him pregnant!” Carl backed away and sat on the edge of the makeup table, sweaty and exhausted. His softening cock drooling a last bit of semen onto his Santa pants. Terry dropped me down and then sat in the chair- his cock sticking up obscenely. “Ride this dick, bitch,” he commanded. I pumped a bit more lube onto his dick, took another hit of spray poppers, and then impaled myself onto Terry in one fell swoop. The pain and pleasure of it were glorious. “DAMN,” Terry moaned, as I started to work my ass up and down on his massive tool. I was using the arms of the chair to help steady and hover myself as I reverse cowgirled the fuck out of him. I was still in fuck frenzy mode, so I was really going to town on his dick. Grinding down. Sliding up and down fast. Working just the head. Gripping him as best I could with my wrecked anus to try to stroke out a load. Terry’s hard cock seemed to get impossibly harder and thicker inside me. I felt his hands on my hips again. He gripped me hard and started to physically lifting and lowering my body up and down on his dick. He was using me like a human sized fleshlight, taking his pleasure out of my hole. I wasn’t really even helping him— I just kept my balance and let him throw me onto his dong. Feeling Terry’s strength and being used like this was the last straw for me. I’d been on the edge so long, my orgasm surprised me. With a gasp I started unloading my balls. Gobbets of cum started spraying everywhere. Each impact of Terry’s dick inside me threw bits of my seed everywhere. After the first few spurts, Carl bent down put his mouth on my dick to collect the mess. My orgasm triggered Terry. “Aww fuck, I’m about to nut!” he panted, and then he slammed me down onto his crotch hard. I felt that massive head unleash jet after jet of hot semen inside me. Terry made little moans with each pulse of his cock and I could feel his massive head swell with each spurt . And I swear could actually FEEL his cum hitting deep inside me. I definitely felt the volume- as my ass started feeling uncomfortably full. It was surreal. After all of the seismic quakes of our respective orgasms subsided, I collapsed back into Terry’s chest, as his hands gently caressed my nipples, making me shiver over and over. “Shit, Carl. Dat was good pussy,” Terry sighed. “I fuckin told you. It was good to tag team a hole again, wasn’t it?” Carl said. Terry nodded in agreement. “Was I… was I… as good… as Brad?” I finally panted. Both Carl and Terry chuckled softly. “Aww baby,” Terry purred, “there ain’t no comparison.” He kissed my neck and to emphasize his point, he flexed his cock a little inside me. After sitting a bit longer with Terry’s softening (yet still prodigious) cock still inside me, I slowly stood up and did the long, slow pullout. His big head popped free and a hefty blob of semen dropped out of me. “Jesus—I don’t think any of my internal organs are where they are supposed to be,” I said as my legs wobbled a bit. My hole was on fire and I had an ache deep in my guts where they’d punched my second ring repeatedly. Slowly we all got dressed. Terry left first, saying he really needed to get home. He was also worried about how he was gonna explain not wanting to fuck his woman later. “Guess I got a headache,” he quipped. Carl and I left the Gingerbread hut together. I wished him a merry Christmas, and he wished me one as well. As Carl headed for his exit he waved and said, “Until next time.” And then he was out into the night. I hobbled onward, with my ass on fire and leaking into my jeans. I paused and looked back wistfully at that sad, sketchy, Santa village.. Christmas was in a couple days, and after that Santa’s village would be packed away until next year.. Deep inside I think I knew there wouldn’t be a ‘next time’. I mean how I would find him and where we might fuck if we were to hook up again. I gingerly walked out to my car and headed for home. Epilogue: It turns out that I never saw Carl or Terry again after that night. And it would be many years until I found cocks of comparable size to remind my hole why I love the big ones. But that didn’t stop me from looking and filling the void with lots (and LOTS) of other, more modestly equipped men. You’d be surprised at how many older, married guys want a 20 year old piece of ass! And as for Carl and his Christmas gifts? Well, I didn’t grasp the full meaning of it until I got sick around new years with the flu. Mom said it was going around— just not this particular flu. I discovered later at student health my freshman year of college that Carl and Terry indeed knocked me up and I was HIV positive. A Christmas gift I would have forever. And one I definitely planned on regifting as often as I could.

Happy new year all! So the only resolution I made this year is to commit to finishing the stories I have started. Most of them anyway. I never intended to leave Colt and Austin for so long, after all, I dearly love these two characters. So I will do my best to post a new chapter at least once a week, hopefully sooner. Their journey together is far from over! Part 19 We had been cruising down the highway on our way to Ft. Lauderdale for a couple hours when Colt pulled over to the side of the road. I assumed it was just to piss, which of course we both had to do. Colt surprised me by grabbing my arm and twisting it behind my back. He used his other hand to grab the back of my neck and slammed me forcefully against my truck. "Now listen closely, faggot." He growled in my ear. His voice was cold and I knew he was in total top mode, and not to be fucked with. I shivered a bit knowing Colt had something planned. "It's payback time, you little bitch. You thought this was going to be a nice little vacation for us. Well, it will be for one of us at least." My dick grew hard in my pants at the mere idea of what Colt had possibly planned. I knew to never underestimate the depravity of his brain. "You see, faggot," he continued, "I still owe you for that little weekend you made me your bitch. And this trip is going to be my retribution." My heart pounded as I remembered everything I had done to Colt, and knew he would give it back to me 10 fold. "From this moment on, I control your existence completely. You will not piss, you will not shit, you will not do anything unless I allow it. You'll be lucky if I let you breathe, understand cunt?" He used his large body to push mine harder into my truck, forcing air out of my lungs to prove his point. "Yes Sir." I managed to gasp out. "That's right cunt, I'm your Sir, your Master. And from here on out, those are the only two ways you will address me. Do I make myself clear?" "Perfectly clear, Sir!" Colt reached around to my cock and felt it's rock hardness. He laughed a sinister laugh. "You already love it, you sick little fag. We'll see how much you love it by the end of the week." He pulled me off the truck and onto the ground. "Now get your fucking clothes off!" I was oblivious to the passing traffic as I stripped off what little I was wearing. "On your knees bitch!" He shouted. I scrambled to comply and he said, "Open your mouth!" I did and he let loose with a torrent of piss. He sprayed me from head to toe, making sure I swallowed plenty of it. Then he grabbed a large empty Gatorade bottle from inside. "If you gotta piss, do it now, you dumb cunt!" As hard as I was at the moment, I knew better than to disobey. I pointed my dick down, and after a few moments I started to dribble a stream. My dick softened slightly, and I filled the bottle up. Colt then grabbed it from me. "Piss is all you'll be drinking till we get there." He declared. "Now get in the truck!" He ordered me. I scrambled into the passenger side as he climbed back in the driver's seat. Then he peeled out and got back on the highway. He gave me the bottle of piss and I chugged it down as he smiled approvingly. "Now, first things first." He started. "Grab our treat bag and the black leather bag from the back seat." As I followed his instructions he reached out and gave my still hard cock a good slap, laughing while he did it. I placed the bags between us. "Sarge kinda messed up my plans a little bit." He continued. "Now instead of the leisurely two day trip I had planned, we need to drive the entire 18 hours in one go. After all, we don't want to miss out on those horny college boys, now do we?" I just shook my head in agreement. This wasn't good enough as Colt reached over and backhanded me. "I asked you a question!" He yelled. "No Sir." I complied as my cock throbbed. "We don't want to miss out on those horny college boys." Colt just grinned at me. "Oh this is gonna be fun. Now, reach in the leather bag and find the new cock cage I purchased." Doing as I was told, I quickly found the new cage. It was a metal one that opened down the middle to reveal little studs that lined the entire thing. It also had a tube down the middle to put in your piss hole. It looked diabolical and I shuddered a bit. Colt continued to grin as he saw the apprehension in my face. "Scary lookin, huh? Now grab some ice out of the cooler bitch. Get your faggot cock soft!" He ordered me as he handed me a ziplock baggy. I grabbed a handful and put it in the bag before placing the freezing pack on my genitals. I gasped at the sudden shock, and in just a couple minutes, my dick had gone soft and shriveled up a bit. "Now, put it on." He said in his cold, masterly tone. It took a moment to find the right ring size, and when I thought I had, Colt just calmly said, "Now get the size smaller." I did and quickly had it around my base, ready to attach the cage. Colt grabbed my hand and spit into my palm a couple times. "That will lube up the tube." He explained. I lubed it up and inserted it into my piss hole. I had never done this before and groaned as it slid into me. It was only slightly painful as it stretched my urethra open. "I like knowing my spit is inside your dick." He said. "Just another example of me owning you." My cock had started to harden again, so I quickly closed the cage, only wincing slightly as the studs dug into my cock flesh. I locked it, and the deed was done. My cock was now Colts prisoner. He reached over and gave it a hard slap which elicited a small cry from me. "Oh, daddy likes this. Daddy likes this a lot!" He laughed. "This is going to make my little bitch miserable very soon. Now load up a fat pipe faggot." He instructed me. "I hadn't planned on smoking yet, but we're behind schedule and will need to stay alert." I loaded one up as he took off his shirt and we passed it back and forth till it was gone. He pulled out a little envelope that had a sheet of paper in it. I had no idea what acid was as he tore off two little squares and placed them on my tongue. "Now, put the blindfold on." I did and he pulled me into him, his arm around me as my back rested against his strong, bare chest. We traveled down the road like this for a while as I enjoyed the feeling of my big strong Master's arm holding me, lightly stroking my chest and nipples as the truck gently swayed on the highway. After a while, I started feeling strange. Like I was floating out of my body. I realized the acid was starting to kick in, but didn't freak out. I trusted Colt, my best friend, my lover, my Master, implicitly. If anything, the acid was taking my love and devotion to Colt even deeper and I felt it way down in my soul, filling me with peace and warmth. Colt could tell this new drug was taking effect on me. I didn't even notice he had pulled the truck over until he was removing his arm from around me. I whimpered at this loss of connection. I could hear him rummage around in the bag, then felt something pressing against my lips. I parted them and a penis shaped gag entered my mouth and was quickly buckled tight. I moaned onto the gag as he spread my legs apart and fingered my hole. My nostrils were assaulted with the unmistakable odor of Icy Hot as a plug was pushed into my pussy. The burning started immediately as I moaned louder. The quick sudden pain on my nipples told me Colt had attached clamps to them. Finally, he placed noise canceling headphones on me. Pulling me back against his body, he pulled back onto the road. I started hearing stuff through the headphones. At first it was just sex noises. The sounds of men moaning and groaning as flesh pounded against flesh. The sounds of whips being used as men cried out in pain and pleasure. A rag reeking of poppers was placed over my nose. I breathed deeply, further melting my mind. Then his voice started. "You are my slave. You live to serve me. You are a pathetic faggot bitch whose only purpose is to satisfy your Master. You live for my cock. You live to worship my cock, my body, my feet, my musky asshole. You are just a lowlife fag who is thankful to serve your Master. You want my cock inside you. Deep inside you. You want my cum and piss filling your faggot slave holes. You would do anything for my cock. Anything I say. You want other men's cock deep inside you. You want their cum filling you up. You are a cumdump. A receptical for men's bodily fluids. You are a toilet. A urinal. You are a whore. A slut. A pig. You want to degrade yourself for my pleasure, my entertainment. You want nothing more than to please me. You will do anything I tell you to do. You will never question me. You will only obey." I was lost in a trance, falling deeper and deeper into Colt's dark, demented world, and I let out a surprised yelp as the plug in my ass came to life. It started vibrating and thrusting into me, hitting my prostate over and over as Colt's hypnotic voice continued on a loop. My hips started gyrating and my moans increased as reality slipped away and I entered a new plane of existence. I could feel the pain in my cock as it strained to get hard in its confines, pushing the studs deeper into my tender flesh. Colt would randomly reach down and smack my cage hard, causing me to yell while sending fireworks throughout my entire body. He would yank on my tit clamps which would only make my cock strain harder. After God only knows how long, many hours no doubt, (time was meaningless to me) we pulled into a gas station to fuel up. Colt removed my gear, except for the cage, and gave me a pair of tiny, nylon running shorts and the flip-flops. "Go in the store and buy a pack of Marlboro lights." He ordered me, handing me cash and my i.d. This was odd because Colt didn't smoke, but that honestly didn't even register in my brain at the time. Nor did it register that I was practically naked and high as a kite. Colt ordered. I obeyed. Even in my fucked up state I could feel all the eyes on me as I walked in. I didn't pay attention to them as I glided up to the counter. Maybe I should have, but I was too high. If I was paying attention, I would have noticed all the eyes on my ass and the giggles and pointing. What I had no idea of, is that the tiny black shorts I was wearing had white letters on the back that said 'cumdump'. If I had known that, I probably would have feared for my life as we were deep in southern hillbilly country. But I was totally oblivious. But Colt was looking out for me. He watched the whole time as he filled up the truck. I returned with the cigs, still oblivious to the strangers watching me walk away. But Colt wasn't. He keenly observed the reactions. "Go to the pisser." He told me. "Stand at the urinal. Wait for me. Don't turn around no matter what." I was too high to even care and simply followed instructions. I didn't know that Colt was following one guy in particular. And that this guy followed me into the bathroom. It was a small bathroom, just a stall, urinal and sink. And it wasn't clean at all. The sad little air freshener that was hanging up did nothing to dispell the foul odor. I stood at the urinal, staring at the wall as I felt the strange man come up behind me. I broke out in a nervous sweat. Colt pulled the truck around back and entered the bathroom to find this man behind me, groping my ass. I didn't know he had walked in, and I was whimpering in fear as the stranger behind me continued assaulting me. "I'd get out of here if I was you friend." The man said to Colt. "This here faggot is about to get raped." My blood ran cold as I heard these words. But then I heard my Masters voice. "Good. That's my faggot and I want you to rape him. Rape him hard!" He said as he locked the door. I felt a sense of relief when I knew my Master and protector was there. A relief that quickly vanished as I felt my shorts being ripped down. The man meant business as I felt his hard cock pressing against my hole. "Don't be gentle." Said Colt. "Hurt that fucker!" The man laughed as he grabbed my throat and slammed himself into me with one deep, hard thrust. Every nerve in my body exploded as the acid gave me sensations I had never felt before. His cock wasn't that big, but it still hurt as he had no pretense of being gentle. He started pounding me and pushed my face into the wall as I whined and cried. "Oh yea, that's it." Purred Colt, as he held poppers under my nose. "Use that stupid faggot. Fuck that queer pussy. Don't hold back! Shove that cunts face into the urinal!" And the man didn't hold back. He pounded the shit out of me as Colt urged him on. The smell of stale piss filled my nostrils as I was raped. Lick that urinal faggot!" Colt ordered. I didn't even think as my tongue shot out and started desperately licking at all the crusty, dried yellow stains. I'm sure some of it was old cum. It didn't take long before he was pumping his anonymous seed into my hungry guts. I was flying as I felt his cock throb and flex inside me. As soon as he pulled out, I instinctively dropped to my knees and started sucking him clean. "If you gotta piss, the fag will drink that down too." Said Colt. The man just laughed and started his flow into my toilet mouth. Colt snapped pics of my first official use as a truck stop urinal. When the man finished, he just zipped up and left. Didn't even say thanks. We followed and jumped in our truck and drove away. "That was hot, slut!" Colt praised me. "Wish we could have stayed longer, but too risky." We drove a bit and Colt pulled off onto a country road. He dragged me out of the truck and pushed me against it as he pulled down my shorts. With no warning he slammed his hard cock all the way into me. I screamed as much from pleasure as from pain. "Oh yea, you dirty little whore. Scream for me. Scream for your Master, you disgusting truck stop whore! You're such a filthy faggot, taking strangers dicks in a dirty bathroom. Taking strangers loads in you nasty pussy. You are a fucking pig, you piece of shit!" Colt plowed me hard as he fucked my mind and my ass. It was only a couple minutes before he was blasting his load into me to mix with the strangers. Then he quickly plugged me, clamped me, blindfolded me, gagged me and we were off again down the road, his homemade hypno playing in my ears. I could smell a cigarette and I knew Colt had lit one up. I continued to float on acid and T, and the cigarette smell aroused me. I was surprised as I hated smoking. But my logical mind wasn't there. Only my drugged up, sexually charged one was. And it liked it. A lot. Just another unrealized fetish. The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful. I kept the gear on me, and occasionally Colt would have me hit the poppers. When he had to piss, I dutifully drank it down. Then he'd let me relieve myself into the bottle. Nothing happened the next couple times we got gas, and we finally arrived at 1am Tuesday morning. We checked into our motel. It was pretty cheap and sleazy, but like Colt said, that's the kind of place a whore like me deserves. And he was right. It was full of partying college students, so not very quiet. But that didn't matter. Colt of course made me carry everything in wearing just my skimpy shorts. The college kids snickered and pointed and called us faggots. Colt would just smile and pull the back of my shorts down, showing them my ass, even smaking it. The kids went crazy and hooped and hollard. "This cumdump will be available tomorrow for use." Colt announced out loud to anyone listening. This only made my cock strain more in its cage. Colt let me take a quick hot shower before he had me draw him a nice hot bath to relax after 18 hours of driving. He had me sit in there with him and wash his body as we smoked weed and chilled. When he was done, he had me give him a full massage before we crawled into bed for what he told me would be my last night of rest for the next several days. Of course, he gave me one more fuck. He placed my legs over his shoulders as he entered me again. This time as I wore the headphones, he made me look him in the eyes and repeat back to him the words as they flooded my brain. Of course, after hearing it hundreds of times, I practically had it memorized. "I am your slave. I live to serve you. I am a pathetic faggot bitch whose only purpose is to satisfy my Master. I live for your cock. I live to worship your cock, your body, your feet, your musky asshole. I am just a lowlife fag who is thankful to serve you Master. I want your cock inside me. Deep inside me. I want your cum and piss filling my faggot slave holes. I would do anything for your cock. Anything you say. I want other men's cocks deep inside me. I want their cum filling me up. I am a cumdump. A receptical for men's bodily fluids. I am a toilet. A urinal. I am a whore. A slut. A pig. I want to degrade myself for your pleasure, your entertainment. I want nothing more than to please you. I will do anything you tell me to do. I will never question you. I will only obey." My eyes never left his beautiful green ones as he bored into my very soul, claiming me, dominating me, owning me. After the 4th time of repeating these words, he finally said, "Good boy. Here's your reward." as he gave me his most precious gift. "Thank you Sir." I whispered as his lips covered mine. I drifted off to sleep, my cunt leaking his cum. My Masters strong arms holding me tight as his voice played endlessly in my ears.

"honey, I'm home" That was Diego, my husband, a 160 cm tall filipino man of 46 (but, like many asians, looking like 25). He triumfantly held up a little baggie with some white crystals in it which made me pretty happy. This was going to be one of our piggy week-ends. I'm John, of some sort of European descent, also 46, but a bit taller than Diego. "Babe I love you" I said, while my mouth was watering. Diego took off all his clothes and threw them on the bed in the bedroom and came up to me sitting in the sofa watching some friday afternoon soap opera. His shiny brown body shimmied barefoot over the living room floor and stopped in front of me, his dick already hardening. Here's the thing about Diego - he's a grower. His dick soft is cute and small, and then it fucking grows to a 18 cm fat rod that looks unnaturally big for his small stature. I leaned over to grab his ass and pull him towards me, smelling his crotch, and letting my tongue out to lick it. His smell is just so horny. Really, horny. I love it when he comes home after his working day, and then either takes off all his clothes or comes to me in just his underwear. The smell is sweet and intoxicating and has an immediate effect on my own dick. He pressed his cock against my face, slapping it a bit while still half hard. "Mmmm" I said. "So how much did you get this time?" "5 grams" he answered. I winced a bit. "That's expensive" "Oh, come on," he pouted a bit with his sexy sexy mouth, "we only do this some times!" "You're right... let's go down to the basement" "Mmmmyeah... wanna suck me?" he pressed his cock harder to my face... it was impossible not to grab his shaft, give it a few tugs and then engulf his cock head with a hard suck. He moaned seductively and pressed his cock deeper into my mouth. I opened up, grabbed his ass cheeks and let him push all the way in, my nose on his cock's base. "Fuuuuuuuck yeah babe" he grabbed my head and started fucking my throat - thank god I don't have much of a gag reflex, and I love having his cock in me any way shape or form. I really didn't want him to cum - not yet - so after a little while I pushed him off me. "Let's get downstairs" I said - to our basement, where we have our little "dungeon". It's a not so small basement room, all decorated and warm, it's got a great heater to be able to be naked and sweaty and party a whole weekend away without having to think of anything else. There's a sling hung from the ceiling - I really love this feature and have had Diego fucking me senseless in it. There are some other furniture, some "normal" like a nice leatherette sofa, and some chairs, and then also some "special" - like a cross of St Andrew, and a gymnastics plinth, painted black with a top of shiny black leather on it. He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him, eager to get downstairs, his now hard dick pointing the way. Down in the basement we sat by the table, and broke out the glass pipe and the lighter. Again, my mouth watering while Diego prepared the first hits. A few nice and big shards into the glass pipe and then he lit up. He smiled at me and took the first hits - I could see him visibly relax... cough a bit and then inhale some more white clouds. My turn. I took the lighter and fired up the shards a bit more. Melting them perfectly into the glass bowl... drinking the smoke. Fuuuck that was some nice shit. Tina always had such a fucking good effect. My dick grew hard. I could see Diego wanted some more and we smoked up the first batch of T together. I put down the still hot pipe onto the ashtray on the table and leaned backwards in the sofa. Diego was sitting next to me, sweating a bit in the hot room. He rolled over me, and sat in my lap, my cock nestling into his asscrack nicely, and started kissing me. I really love kissing Diego. He's using his mouth and lips the way they should be. He nibbled down my chin and throat... went all the way down to my chest, and started suckling on my nipples. Yeahhhh... he was moving his ass a bit up and down, playing with my shaft against his cheeks, making my nipples really swollen by suckling and biting them. My own ass hole was twitching, needing his cock inside me, but there would be plenty of time for that - the whole weekend. I looked at him and said "one more?" - he nodded, grabbed the pipe again, and put a fresh lot of shards in it , then lighting it up again. White clouds engulfed him, man, I couldn't let that just go to waste, so I put my open mouth over his when he was blowing the smoke out. We did that for a while, enjoying the quite strong T together. He moved over to the sling and put himself on it. He was sweating, and his body glistening from sweat, made him look so fucking sexy. He sparated his legs, showing off his pink hairless asshole, and puts the feet in the stirrups. What a sexy sight - my dick is so hard. I get up to him, standing between his legs, and then I bend down to eat his ass. I fucking love eating Diego's ass... his hole is muscular and loose at the same time. His silky ass lips can take a dick and squeeze the living daylights out of it, but makes entrance easy by just opening up like a cunt. I started licking from the balls and down. Lapping his hole with broad tongue, licking him like a dog. His hole twitched and he moaned with pleasure - I looked up and I could see how he played with his nipples. Now I went in deeper, separating his sweet ass cheeks with my hands and giving me deeper access to his hole. My mouth got in and my tongue hardened - I started tongue-fucking his pretty little ass, getting in deeper and closing up to his moist hole. Kissing it. Making out with his hole, let my teeth scrape the ass lips - he was moaning like hell. And then he did what I've seen only on porn sites, he opened up his hole totaly, so that I could see right into his ass. I covered the hole with my mouth, spitting into it. Toungue deep inside. Man he's so fucking hot. I picked up the pipe really quickly and fired up the last of the shards in there. Inhaling the cloud and exhaling in his wide-open gaping filipino fuck hole. A little bit of lube and then I stood up and pushed my cock inside him. Yeahhhh.... he wants my cock, needs me to fuck him good. I could see my pale white cock disappearing into his hot brown hole. Fucked him good, holding his feet, licking them - I love his small feet, they're so soft and clean. So I lapped his soles with wide tongue, from heel to toe, nibbling on the ball of both feet. I started sucking his toes, first one by one, and then opening my mouth with to take a foot in. All while pumping him with my cock. But I didn't want to cum yet. And I knew he wanted something else. So I got down again with my mouth on his now nicely lubed up and fucked ass hole. I love licking an open ass and his is really something special. I started playing with a couple of fingers, inserting more lube into him, lots and lots of it. I only stopped a little while to replenish the pipe and give Diego the lighter and have him hit the pipe some more. And now back to his hole, which I could feel was relaxing even more if possible. Four fingers in, more lube. Now I insterted my second hand. He was groaning loudly when I stretched his hole slowly, oozing of lube. Now eight fingers in, and opening him up more and more. Slowly replacing one hand with just the thumb of the other hand. Pushing my hand inside him... over the knuckles. More lube. pushing and releasing, pushing and releasing... and then ,finally, all the way. His scream was adorable, he was babbling and squirming a bit - and I told him to hold still. My hand sank inside him and his ass closed over my wrist. Ohhhh... he was twitching madly... and squeezing my hand so much... We held still, and since he still hand the fucking pipe in his hands together with the lighter he took even more hits on the poor remaining shards. His head was all engulfed in white cloud, and then he dropped the pipe on the floor - which fortunately has a thick towel on it. His hands came down to feel his hole and my wrist. He was feeling around it, amazed at the fist in his ass. I replenished the lube around the wrist and opened a bit more with a finger to force it inside him, so I could start pumping very slowly. His cock, that was so hard earlier, had now softened again, so now it was back to a small asian cock - I could not resist, but took all of his cock and balls in my mouth while I was slowly fisting him. Now he was almost howling in pleasure. I got my hand in pretty much, and then some of the arm, and he cried out to stop but that picture of my big arm going inside his horny hole was great anyway. Slowly, slowly, I withdrew my arm, and then slowly my hand out of his ass, which closed nicely, but now reminding more of a cunt than an asshole. His ass lips all swollen, and still twitching from my hand. OF course, there was only one thing to do, I had to inspect so there was no damage, and then use my mouth and make out again with that puffy ass hole. Time to rest a bit. We took another hit on the pipe and I could see him being content at having had my hand inside him. His cock was rising again with that memory while we talked about how horny I make him when I play with his ass. Only a few minutes later, he has me on the floor, my feet on his shoulders, and his big cock fucking the hell out of me - and he didn't put any lube at all, just spit on it and then entered. Which I love, of course. He fucked me so good, hard and deep. Just as I like it - and my cock started to precum a lot, which he noticed - scooping up the precum and licking it, then kissing me and making me taste myself. "Babe, you're making me cum" I panted into his mouth "Fuck take it, I'm cumming too" and then his cock started gushing inside me. I'm greedy when I bottom, it won't be wasted at all. The cum that goes in will stay in, unless I am compelled otherwise. We collapsed in a little heap, him and I, and then after a few minutes of resting, went to shower together and spending the rest of Friday night just kissing and cuddling, so enhanced by the Tina. Slowly we came down and then we fell asleep. We had a lot left of the week-end 🙂

Not sure where this story is coming from, I've never written anything like this before... anyway, seem to be on a roll with it now! Pt.4 Mike took his hand from my eyes, and I saw that the apprentice had stripped off his singlet and dropped the shorts to his ankles— his ass was pressed against me with my cock inside. Unbelievable. This day was turning out to be mad. I could also see that in turning me around, Mike had set the three of us up in a position where the boy could lean forward to brace his hands on the pump shed. He took my hands and placed them on the boy’s back. With all this now set up, Mike began fucking my hole again, deep strokes in and out—each one banging hard into me, pushing my hips forward. His hands held my waist again, moving it back and forth in coordination with his strokes. I saw now how he had planned this… I was stuck in the middle, with him pounding from behind and the boy firmly positioned on my cock. Mike could continue fucking me while using my dick as a kind of dildo to fuck the boy at the same time. I’d have to admit that this felt incredible. My ass was really tired and numb, but Mike’s control of the fucking, his long, steady strokes deep in and out, gave me a tremendous feeling. My body had long before given up any resistance, so his huge cock felt almost comfortable in me at this stage, like it was becoming part of me. And now, my own cock was so hard and being used to fuck the apprentice, under Mike’s control. Hmm… perhaps I was starting to have fun 😉 On the other hand, my knees and legs were getting tired from standing and getting pounded for so long. I felt that I really needed give them a rest soon. Like in a dream, from a distance, I watched my dick being pumped steadily in and out of the boy’s hole. It felt really soft inside and, I thought, not at all tight like young guys usually are. Each time on the way out, I saw his slightly hairy hole open outwards a bit, with beautiful lips like a pussy around my hard-on. Soft and very wet is how it felt, and I also noticed that as my cock was withdrawn, it seemed to be getting a covering of juices from inside him… and then a small trickle of these white, creamy juices began to run out of his hole and drip down. Fuck! This guy was pre-loaded!

I'm a cum dump and I am visiting Chicago. Here for work which keeps me quite busy but I try to make time to get bred. I am staying in a hotel in the south loop. It's night, drove all the way from Boston in one day, I got a hotel in my small hometown well out of the city. As soon as I got to the hotel I updated my apps. One local guy on his way home from work stopped and pounded a load into me! Pretty good for a small town. Lots of flakes and fakes, married guys but they freak out. In Chicago staying in the south loop. I have been here before and I recognize some of the regulars on the apps. One guy who thinks I am hot (he has bred me on several previous trips) hit me up and came and pumped his load into me. Always happy to take a load from a regular like him. I also got hit up from a guy who had a HUGE cock. He wanted completely ANON. He wanted me blindfolded from beginning to end. Thats HOT. I was ass up, lubed and waiting in my jock and harness and blindfolded. He has a huge cock. He slid up on the bed, straddled me and forced my mouth down on his cock to suck him hard. This he said fairly quickly but his cock was one of the largest I had taken. I was able to deep throat him and he loved it. It made him go wild. He would popper me up and go to town on my throat. Now remember, I just got loaded by my regular about 10 minutes before. All of the sudden he said, turn around and he plowed my hole. He fucked me hard and deep in every direction. It felt so good. He popper'd me up some more and went to down. It was a good deep fucking, he must have fucked me for 40 minutes. Then he got up, went and cleaned his cock and made me suck him again!! He was softer but got hard pretty quick. I got a good throat fucking this time. I loved it. Then all of the sudden he again commanded me to "turn around" and plowed my hole again, deep, sideways, every different direction. I am sure that most guys could not take it but it felt incredible. I love getting fucked and I don't usually tap out. My ass felt great. Finally after about 30 more minutes of being used you could feel his speed increase, his intensity and he buried a load in me deep! He shot a load in my well lubed and preloaded ass!! It was GREAT! The saga continues. I will write soon about my third and fourth night of debauchery. Major breakthrough in my journey for sexual freedom!! (hint, backroom and bathhouse).

Pt.3 Having spent a good while warming up down my throat, Mike was now simply using my ass as a hole to pound his tool into. Once he started fucking, it was steady and focused, just like all his work—each stroke pulling out right to the point of almost popping out, the tip only just still inside me, then driving forward the full length of his cock, balls deep. I had to support myself against the wall, where Mike had put my hands, my head down, trying to accommodate what he was doing to me without too much resistance. I couldn't move my ass away because Mike was holding my hips firmly in the position he wanted. After several long, hard strokes, I let out an involuntary whimper and tried to shuffle my feet a bit, but Mike said sharply, ‘Stay’. From this point, he didn’t change the pace, just steadily railing my hole—a constant, relentless rhythm, like a machine. Long minutes went by, and then more. I started to space out, this was all so surreal, and the deep rhythm of the fucking was both numbing and also… well, such a fantastic feeling. My body was just taken over by Mike, his cock fucking me all the way to the end; a total mind/body fuck. I lost track of time as this went on, until without any sign of a change to the rhythm, or a change to his breathing (Mike seemed not to be even sweating despite the workout, from what I could tell), he suddenly stopped at the balls-deep end of the stroke, leaned forward to my ear and said ‘unloading’. His beard brushed across the back of my neck. Bringing my mind back from wherever it had gone, I became aware of his cock pulsing repeatedly, his balls tight against my ass… and I knew he was breeding me so deep that his seed would be with me for the rest of the day, at least. I let out a groan of relief that it was over—feeling very strange, a powerful pleasure mixed with discomfort and humiliation. I noticed that my own cock was fully hard, even though it often isn’t when I get fucked. I heard Mike say something quietly, with his cock still planted in me, and the boy mumbled something in response. So, he was still there, to add to my embarrassment. Without speaking to me, Mike put one hand over my eyes and put the other around me, holding my arms tight and turning me around, his cock still deep inside. Almost before I had a chance to think, ‘What the hell?’, I felt a touch to my cock, and then something soft, warm and wet began to slide over it… omg… is the apprentice sucking me? I tensed up, trying to figure out what was going on. Damn. Then I felt his skinny ass cheeks touch my body, and he laughed quietly… he had taken my erect cock all the way into his young ass.

Hi guys, this is the first time I’ve ever posted something like this online. It’s a short story about the first time I fucked, which also happened to be how I discovered raw sex. Like I said, its my first (true) story online and I hope you guys enjoy it 🙂 ______ An ex of mine used to say that the way you first experienced sex (raw or protected) would determine the way you fuck the rest of your life. I don’t think it’s a hard-and-fast rule, but I know it definitely applies to me. I had just started at university and discovered the joys on internet chat. Soon I was spending most afternoons at the university’s computer lab chatting to guys online. On the surface I was just trying to come to terms with being gay. But let’s face it, when you’re 18 all you want to do is fuck. So I found myself one afternoon in the computer lab chatting to random guys. I started chatting to one guy and as luck would have it, he lived near the university. After some general chit chat we turned to the subject of sex. Bear in mind I hadn’t seen a photo of this guy but I was keen as hell. I mentioned to him that I was a virgin but that I was meeting up with someone else from the Internet soon and didn’t want to be a complete novice. He told me he would be more than happy to show me the ropes. Luckily, he was working in IT and had a pretty flexible schedule so he could take some time off in the afternoon. We agreed to meet at a petrol station nearby in 15 minutes. I walked (really, really briskly) to my car, hopped in and was at the petrol station way sooner than the 15 minutes. I was nervous as hell but the guy eventually arrived. We sized each other up and I was soon following him to the apartment where he was staying. When we got the apartment we both stripped off really quickly. He had an amazing cock … thick and about 7 inches long. We started sucking each other off in a 69 on a bare mattress in the living room and I quickly asked him to fuck me. Naturally, I asked if he had a condom. He replied that he didn’t. I quickly made a decision and asked him to fuck me without a condom but not to cum in me. He then mentioned that he didn’t have any lube but by this time I was horny as fuck. Again, I decided to just go with the moment and told him to fuck me anyway. So he applied a bit of spit to his cock, pushed me chest down onto the mattress, pulled my cheeks apart and just shoved his cock into my waiting hole. It was one of the most painful things I had ever experienced, but it quickly turned to ecstasy as he took his cock out, applied more spit and continued to fuck me. Admittedly it took him quite a few thrusts before he got all the way inside me, but eventually there I was, 18 years old taking my first cock balls deep and bareback. The sex was intense. I remember reaching around, grabbing his arse and pulling him deeper into me. Without any warning except a low grunt, he unloaded into my hole. He pulled out and we proceeded to kiss. I was nervous as hell that he had just unloaded in me but told me I had nothing to worry about. He was kind enough to tell me I was a good kisser. He told me to get dressed and basically pushed me out the door. Wham. Bam. I never met up with him again or saw him online again. But a year later I was meeting up with a friend who had just moved into a new apartment. I went to visit and bizarrely it was the same flat I had got fucked in. The matrass on the floor was of course gone, but I could still see it there in mind. I smiled thinking about what had gone down that afternoon a year before … One of the results from that random fuck was that I discovered the joys of bareback sex. I’ve never used a condom in my life after that first fuck and I’ve been chasing (on and off) ever since.

I live some way out of town, on a farming property. I’m not the farmer, though, I have a town job - others in the family take care of stuff out on the place. One of the things I love most is the rare occasion I find myself home alone… I love the quiet, the big space of the view across the valley, the sense of calm, and being far away from other people for a period of time. Today was one of those days—the rest of the household is away for a week. I woke up naked in bed after a Saturday sleep-in and decided not to bother putting on any clothes (naturally). So good to have the house to myself. I opened up all the windows, as it was a nice summer morning. Made some tea and sat on the verandah for a while, just enjoying the peace with the cat, watching the horses grazing down the hill. I noticed that some of the plants on the verandah needed water, so I made a mental note to come back and fix them shortly. Heading back inside, I turned on some music. Since no one else was home, I turned it up loud so I could hear it everywhere. I tidied the kitchen a bit, then went out to the other side of the house to bring a bucket of water for the plants. Soon after, I was working my way down the row of plant pots on the front verandah, watering and enjoying the cool summer breeze on my naked ass. Another good thing about this place is you can hear a car or truck coming up the gravel road from quite a distance away, so there is plenty of time to pull on some pants if anyone comes in. Just as I was thinking that, I heard a tentative voice very close say “um… hey…?”. I spun around in surprise to find a slim young lad in tradies shorts and a singlet standing awkwardly on the verandah steps. There was a small truck parked in the drive, and I suddenly remembered that the plumber was coming to look at a problem with our water pump today. Damn, with my music so loud, I didn’t hear them drive in! Realising that the boy had already seen everything there is to see of me naked, and that I would have to walk the full length of the verandah anyway to go inside and get dressed, I said “Oh, sorry - forgot you guys were coming. I should put some clothes on”. Being polite, I guess, he just said, “No worries. Mike is around looking at the pump now—he asked me to let you know we’re here.” At this point, Mike walked around the side of the house and came towards us. He is a pretty decent guy, few words, just gets stuff done - mid-30s, strong and with a full ginger beard. Clearly, he saw that I was naked talking to his apprentice, but there was no outward reaction in his expression. At that moment, I became aware of two things: firstly, during the few moments I’d been talking with the boy, he had been looking mostly at my cock; secondly, given the attention, it was starting to get half-hard, lifting up a bit. Good grief. It’s so embarrassing, but there's nowhere to hide now. Mike, coming up to stand with us, said, “I can see the problem. Grab your boots, I’ll show you.” He glanced at my boots, right next to where he was standing on the step. Thinking this is foolish, but they’re kind of acting like nothing is wrong, and there’s almost no point putting pants on at this stage; I walked towards Mike and pulled the boots onto my bare feet. He was already heading off back around the side by the time I got down the steps, with the boy following a bit awkwardly close to me. As we turned the corner, his warm shoulder brushed mine. Mike was standing by the pump shed, which is about chest height, just to cover the water pump from the weather. He gestured down for me to look inside and said, “At the back, there’s a drip, so it’s losing pressure - just needs a new seal.” I had to crouch down to look inside where he was pointing. True enough, there was a small leak dripping. As I had my head down looking, he took a step back from looking over my shoulder. I turned my head and found myself face-to-face with an enormous cock, flopped out of his shorts. It had a drop of pre-cum on the end of it. I looked up at his face, and he just nodded, so I knew what to do…

It was only supposed to be a tunnel plug wank A mid 30s guy messaged if he could wank his load anon into my tunnel plug. He wanted to see his cum fill my hole. Of course I agreed and 20 minutes later he made his way upstairs to find me on all fours with the tunnel plug inserted as requested. He stripped off to just his socks and dropped to his knees to tease around my hole with the butt plug fully inserted. He spat into my hole and I could feel he was wanking on his boner. He stood up and I prepared for him to start wanking into the tunnel but instead he teased his cock into it. The total twat then managed to dislodge the plug and insert it into my cunt. I know had the plug deep in my hole and he continued to fuck my ass. I just let him. I guess he knew what he was doing as he had one foot on the bed and was fucking me sideways. He worked up a good rhythm and with a final plunge deep into my cunt he bred my hole. So much for a tunnel plug wank. I took every drop and he tagged my ass, dressed and left.

N 1993 I met my first serious boyfriend. For the first few weeks we didnt even have sex then one night we started making out and we were soon in bed sucking each other off. It wasn't until a few weeks after that, that we started fucking. AIDS was still a thing so we always used condoms. I will admit that I did have condomless sex with strangers a few times previously but always worried and felt guilty afterwards. One night we were in bed sucking each other off, kissing passionately I got the urge to take his cock raw. I loved him and really wanted the intimacy of his seed in me but I wasnt sure how he would feel. I was sucking his cock for a few minutes and purposely got it extra wet, then I sat up, climbed on top, lined his cock with my hole and slowly sat down on him till he was balls deep. He didn't say anything but he was kissing me so passionately. I started riding him and he was moaning. Before long he told me he was so close and he wasnt wearing a condom. I told him to cum inside me. Within seconds I feel is cock throb as he shot his first load ever in me. We never used condoms again

Pt2 I put my tongue out and let it gently touch the drop of pre-cum, drawing it into my mouth. Mmmm that sweet taste, after which there is no going back… I opened my mouth and put it all the way around Mike’s cock, with my face right up into his red-haired crotch. He smelled both manly and clean, a faint smell of soap. Even still not fully hard, he was touching the back of my throat. As I started sucking his cock, drawing my lips and tongue back and forth along the length of it, I felt him quickly getting bigger and harder. My jaw had to open wider as his cock got surprisingly much fatter. He made no sound but put his hand firmly on my shoulder, which I took as a signal to continue. After a few minutes, he put his hands on either side of my head and held it still, so he could begin to fuck my face. He pumped his cock in and out steadily and calmly—but each inward thrust pushed firmly, kind of sternly, against my throat… and I started to get the message that he was going to persist until it opened for him all the way. After one of these thrusts, as I was trying to relax my throat to take the hard head of Mike’s cock into my neck, I heard a twig snap underfoot on the ground nearby and remembered the boy. He was still nearby, apparently, or maybe walking away. Sensing my moment of distraction, Mike’s next push was stronger and he kept pushing, not pulling back. My throat muscles almost reflexively opened and he was in— I felt his hard mushroom head pop through, followed by a terrifying length of hard, merciless dick. Luckily, I had prepared the angle of my neck for it, so although it felt like a shocking intrusion into a vulnerable part of my body, at least I took it in without too much pain. As I knew he would, he held my head firmly with his cock far down my throat… forcing me to get used to it. I had to shut my eyes, telling myself to just relax (as if that was possible) and wait. Eventually, he decided that he’d blocked my breathing for long enough and slowly withdrew… I coughed up a handful of saliva, but he was already putting his cock back into my mouth. He now settled into a pattern of fucking my mouth while regularly pushing it through into my neck, more and more often, and keeping it down there for longer. I could feel my face turning red and a waterfall of saliva running down my chin onto my naked chest, trickling down to my cock and dripping off my balls onto the ground. A thought passed through my mind, slightly amused that only a short while before, I had felt embarrassed about being caught naked—my shame had now progressed to a new level. After an eternity in which I just had to let go of control and any sense of time, while Mike had his way with my mouth and my throat, just taking what he wanted, he eventually pulled out. I was thinking about how sore my throat would be tomorrow for a moment, but Mike just said, “Up”. I got to my feet a bit slowly, my knees sore and stiff from so long kneeling on the grass. Mike’s cock was huge and rock hard, rooted in his beautiful ginger pubic hair, shining wet and dripping with all the water he had pumped from my mouth and throat. It was long and really fat towards the base, tapering a bit towards the end, then topped off with a big mushroom. A porn star’s cock. Without any more words, he firmly took my arm and turned me around, pushing me toward the wall of the house, with my back to him. He took each of my hands and placed them on the wall, then let go. I stood there, feeling exposed, naked mentally as well as physically now, looking at the wall. I was feeling I should brace myself but more just resigned to what must be coming next. To be fair, although I was starting to see Mike in a new light, as he revealed himself as a very in-charge top, what came next was tough but not unkind. He put his strong rough hands on my hips from behind, holding me firmly. Then I felt the tip of his wet cock touch my ass hole, and he just went in, not roughly or painfully, it was in control and firm, and I knew there was no option. Somehow, my body responded to his by just letting it happen— my hole opened for him like a flower bud, and he slid smoothly all the way in. I pushed out a bit to open myself further as he passed my second sphincter. A rush of pleasure, or something beyond pleasure, rippled upwards through my abdomen and chest, manifesting outwardly as goosebumps on my skin as Mike rested his great weapon deeply inside me. I was lost in this sensation and Mike was totally in control.

What do you do when you recognize the red flags, but something in you chooses to ignore them? I guess that is what sets each of us on our own individual path. I don’t have to say, “Looking back I see the red flags” no, I clearly saw the red flags at the time, but choose to keep going despite the severe warning and that is how I got to where I am today. I guess I should start this story in college. I absolutely loved college, I was smart, so good grades came easy, I had lots of good friends, and we partied way too much, I was an attractive guy, so I found it easy to get girls and I took full advantage. I would say that I slept with several of the most attractive girls on campus. I was always careful, well most of the time I was very careful, because despite all the partying and sleeping around, I knew exactly what I wanted out of life and I didn’t want an unexpected pregnancy or std to interfere with that. Since high school I knew I was going to be a lawyer with a trophy wife, making bank and living the good life. I had no doubts that was my life’s direction, and it didn’t matter how much fun college was, that was my top priority, so I wasn’t going to do anything to risk that. I made good grades, I read books, I exercised daily, ate well, used condoms, and stayed healthy. Now, as careful as I was, there was one thing I wanted to try that did risk everything. I really wanted a blow job from a guy, but there was no way I would risk getting caught, so there was no way I would ever act on it. I guess you could say I was a little bi-curious. It wasn’t a dominating thought or anything, I have no doubt that I was way more attracted to girls, and loved having sex with girls, but I did want to see what this experience would be like. Occasionally, if I had a boring weekend I would get on my fake email and get on craigslist and chat with other guys who were looking for a “secret hookup buddy”, but I was always worried it could be someone that I might recognize or run into while I was out with friends, so it never went further than that. Well almost never. My senior year, I had one of those boring weekends where I got on Craigslist and posted “college hunk looking to chat”. As you all know, you get a ton of spam, but there were a few serious ones, but most wanted to chat for 10 minutes and then meet, which I wasn’t ready for. But there was one guy, Dan, who was totally happy with chatting and nothing more. Obviously, he was bored and didn’t have many friends, so he was happy for someone to talk with. I explained to him a little about myself, even though I changed up some key aspects to try and throw him off my trail if he did try to investigate. He told me he was in his late 40’s (no chance of us running in the same crowds), worked at a gas station at night, as he told me it’s the gas station right by The DipStick, the only gay bar in town. I laughed and told him that has to be convenient and he said that it was and that occasionally some drunk guys leaving the place would stop in for beer or cigarettes and he might get to blow them or something in the bathroom. We chatted for a few hours and when I was about to leave the chat he said “I know you’re not ready, but if you ever want a really good blow job I live over at the Lake View apartments on MLK blvd. You could stop by real quick and get off and if you wanted you could touch my cock if you’ve never got that opportunity before”. I told him that I appreciated the offer, but wasn’t ready. I logged off and went to search his apartment, which was directly behind the gas station he worked at, and it was really run down and looked sketchy and dangerous, like you’re going to get mugged or shot. Over the next few months leading up to winter break we chatted quite a bit and I grew to really enjoy talking with me. Of course the conversations grew more sexual, with him talking about how much he wanted to see me naked and suck my cock, and I was definitely turned on by the thought of it and I would reply somewhat vague, like “Oh yeah”, I was still super nervous, like all of a sudden he would respond “this was all a joke, this is your friend and we are punking you, you fag!”. I know how stupid that sounds, but my mind was crazy. The more and more we talked the more comfortable I became with him, I ended up sending him a body/dick pic, which he almost melted over. Not trying to brag, this statement is more about the lack of attention this guy would get rather than how hot I was, but I was pretty damn hot. He responded with a pic of him jerking off, and he had a really big dick, long and slim, just like the full body and face pic he sent next. He was an older guy, looked like he had a rough life. Tall and skinny. Behind him I could see his bed mattress on the floor with a box tv on a milk crate in a room that was absolutely trashed with clothes and trash on the floor, definitely a guy who doesn't have much company. Despite all that mess and sketchy apartment, I was turned on, mainly because it felt safe. There was no way I was going to run into this guy anywhere I went. We were definitely not running in the same circles, but he was lonely and bored and had plenty of time to try and investigate who I was and find my real identity, so I still kept my guard up. Finals week right before winter break, I was one of the few people on campus that got stuck with a Friday Final, so by Thursday almost everyone was gone. The campus was a ghost town, but that is ok, because I needed to study for my final. Thursday night I was studying, until I got too bored and decided to jump online and see if Dan was online and wanted to chat. I got online and sent him a message “Enjoying the snow?”, within 2 minutes he was online and replied · Dan: Bundled up in bed naked staying warm, you? · Me: Trying to study, but bored and now thinking about being naked in bed · Dan: Naked In bed is a lot more fun when someone is with you · Me: I bet your right, its too bad you don’t have someone there with you to help keep you warm · Dan: I know, I wish someone would cum over, I would definitely show them how much I appreciated the cumpany · Me: You mean you can’t find anyone on craigslist to cum over on a night like this? I would think it would be easy to get a one-night-stand · Dan: Yeah, if I looked like you! · Me: Well, I think you look like a great one night stand · Dan: Be careful what you say · Me: Why is that? · Dan: if you ever do come over for a bj I might try more · Me: more? · Dan: Make you fall in love with me · Me: Lol, how so? · Dan: I will get you on my bed and you will be asking for a bj and I will start blowing you and then I will stop and pull your pants all the way off and start kissing you up your stomach to your mouth and you would be surprised as I kiss you, but even more surprised to feel my giant cock pressing up against you as I tell you how much I want you, you reply “I only want to be with you” as I slide my giant cock inside you and make love to you until we cum together · Me: fuck man, that got me hard! · Dan: cum over, please! · Me: I’m driving around now going to get something · Dan: cum over here now! Take a left off MLK to 13th, the second building facing the road, second floor, apartment 2B, door is open and its cold outside please come shut my door · Me: · Dan: you there · Me: I’m parked outside · Dan: cum up baby, I want you · Me: · Dan: please baby! · Me: · Dan: I see you sitting in your truck, want me to come down · Me: · Dan: I’m coming down I see him walk out his apartment door, down the stairs and I’m panicking. My heart is beating out of my chest, not sure what to do, but I can’t move. He knocks on the passenger window and opens the door and sits in the truck. He tries to talk me into to coming up stairs, but I can’t move. I am so scared that I just sit there giving him one-word answers. We sit like this for 5 or so minutes until he reaches over and starts rubbing my leg. I am so nervous my body is shaking as his hand goes to my cock that is rock hard. As he feels my cock, he smiles at me and starts to pull it out from my sweatpants. He starts rubbing my cock saying how much my cock wants him, and how much I want to be with him, as he is leaning over to my cock he says “don’t worry, I want us to be together too” and he takes my cock in his mouth. It felt so fucking good, I had never felt anything like it before. Everything around us was quite, no-one around, dark and super cold with snow falling as this old man is sucking me off in my truck and I’ve never been more turned on. It didn’t take long for me to cum and he swallowed it all up. He sat up licking his lips to see my face completely in shock at what just happened, he then leaned over and kissed me. The high was wearing off and I began to come back to reality and what had just happened and what had almost happened if I had went in the apartment. He noticed the change in my demeanor and made a quick exit, but before he left he said “see how easy it is, you’re not going to jail, you didn’t get caught by anyone, you don’t have to stay for dinner after. Any time you want to, you know where I live” and he left and I drove home. For weeks after, I will still in shock, promising to myself that it would never happen again, but that only lasted for a little while before I got curious. I really wanted to see what messages he had sent me since our encounter, so I logged on to see, and there were several messages about how good that was and would have been better if I had come inside the apartment and how much he missed me and thought we could start something amazing. Despite all this, how good it was, how often we chatted, my final semester at college, we only chatted. I never went back over there. After graduation, I was going to law school about 1.5 hours away, so after the semester had ended my dad and younger brothers came to help me pack and move me to my new apartment in a new city. They packed up all my clothes except the clothes on my back and were about to leave when I decided I wanted to stay one more night and head home in the morning. My dad responded, "but you don’t have a bed or anything here", it's ok, I will sleep on the floor or over at a friends. Its my last night here, probably ever, I want to go out with friends and have a few drinks, they agreed and left, but I had no intentions of going out, well not with friends. I went to the gym and got something to eat and some beer and came home and showered and got clean and shaved up and around 10pm, decided to jump on chat and see what Dan was up to: · Me: well this is it. I am heading out. I can say I am honestly going to miss you and our talks · Dan: Come say goodbye · Me: lol, I cant, I am with my family · Dan: Damn, I wish you had come over last night so I could say good bye to you · Me: me too! · Dan: I am going to miss you two! · Me: us two? · Dan: you and your little friend, to bad he never got to meet my friend, they would have liked each other · Dan: sends a picture of him holding his cock · Me: wow! I swear your cock is a foot long · Dan: lol, no. I wish it was wider · Me: is that better · Dan: most people want it thicker rather than longer · Me: Oh, it looks good to me · Dan: I really liked yours and really wanted to see it again · Me: would you suck it as good as you did last time? · Dan: better! · Me: How so? · Dan: we would be naked in bed together and I would make you never want to leave me · Me: Don’t go falling in love, I am leaving tomorrow · Dan: tomorrow? · Me: maybe · Dan: don’t go falling in love · Me: lol touché · Dan: Cum over and let’s make love · Me: Make love? getting serious here Dan? · Dan: Maybe, by the end you won’t want to leave, I may get you pregnant so you have to stay · Me: that might be hard, not sure I can get pregnant · Dan: lol, that means we are going to make love bareback and I’m going to cum deep inside you, so we are together forever · Me: Oh lol! But I always use a condom, no offense. · Dan: you won’t want to tonight, it feels SOOO good to have someone cum deep inside you · Me: really? · Dan: yes! You will love it. · Me: I don't know if you're clean or have something. Are you clean? · Dan: I think so, I am trusting that you’re clean. · Me: lol, you didn’t even ask me if i was! · Dan: I guess I honestly don’t care, I just want us to be together, even if you do have something. How about this, I will put it in you and if you don’t like the way it feels I will pull out and put on a condom? · Me: I can’t believe I am saying this, but I think okay · Dan: you think? · Me: I’m having a few drinks trying to build up the courage to come over. · Dan: Come over baby, please. We can make slow sweet love, and if you decide to move, we will have this one night and we will both know that my cum will always be inside you · Me: Ok! · Dan: YES! I fucking love you · Me: hold on, someone is knocking on my door I got to the door and 3 of my friends where there and just came inside saying let’s go out and get wasted. I didn’t return to my messages that night and completely left him hanging. The next day I left and moved off, started law school, met a girl, and started a new life, completely leaving dan behind. As I started my new life and had a clear vision of my future, I was thankful that that night ended up the way it did, but I did feel terrible about just leaving him without even saying goodbye. It was almost 2 years after that night that I was home alone and bored and decided to log in and see what he had said after me ditching him. I was very nervous because I knew he would be furious, but to my surprise his messages weren’t hateful or angry at all. For the next few months following that night, he apologized for trying to rush me, he asked if I was ok, he expressed concern that maybe something had happened to me and he would never know, he messaged me about missing me, but nothing hateful. I sent him a message trying to explain what had happened that night and what had happened since then, and how I hoped he could forgive me for just disappearing. Within a few minutes he was online and was very nice. He was glad to see that I was ok and wasn't dead, and said that he understood. We chatted for a little while about life, nothing sexual, just catching up. Over the next TEN YEARS we continued to chat, not on a regular basis, but once or twice every 6 months and some instances going over a year without talking. Most of our talking was about life, just how things are going. I told him about me getting married and working for my wife’s dad’s law firm and basically living the life I had always dreamed. I wasn’t trying to brag, but when you’re talking about your life, this stuff was bound to come up. He was still living in the same apartment and was working at the same gas station; he said he was really depressed for a year or so after I disappeared. He almost seemed angry or resentful that my life was going so well and his wasn't. This wasn't the life he had dreamed of, nobody wants to be almost 60 years old working at a gas station and living pay check to pay check. I felt like he believed that if I had just come over that night, then me and him would be together and we would be living together and he would be the one driving the mercedes instead of my wife. Although I did enjoy talking with him, he did not seem like the same guy I knew, he lived a more carefree lifestyle. As if tomorrow didn't matter, living life without fear of consequences, and was almost happy to tell me about it, perhaps trying to make me jealous of his sexual escapades. Over the next 10 years, he would send me messages about guys leaving DipStick that he would hook up with in the bathroom or occasionally go back to his apartment. Inevitably, one day I got a message that he got herpes, then a couple years later he said he tested positive for Hepatitis C, this one really seemed to hit him hard, he was depressed and angry with himself. After this he seemed to be almost on a downward spiral, not caring about his actions so it wasn’t much of a surprise when I got a message one day that he tested HIV positive. This one really got him angry and depressed; I believe he hated seeing how my life turned out and how his was spiraling downwards. I believe he was honestly believing that me and him would end up together and maybe I would take him away from his life working at a gas station trying to suck off drunk strangers in the bathroom because that was the only action he could get. He never came out said that, but he would get upset if I spoke about my wife or anything positive with our life, but did seem to enjoy the problems I had working for my father-in-law and my wife always took his side. After his new found status, he went on a while sleeping with people without a condom and said he enjoyed giving them what he called his “Happy Meal” because it was a combo of Herpes, Hepatitis and HIV. He rationalized it as though the person didn’t want to wear a condom or ask him if he was poz, so he had no problem sharing it with them. In his mind, if his life was falling apart, he wanted everyone else to experience the same feeling. We would continue to chat every 6 months or so, and eventually he began to embrace his new life and didn’t look at it as if it was a curse. He said he couldn’t afford medication, so he would just live his best life and enjoy his life. He honestly seemed a lot happier, like the Dan I remembered from college, if not happier. One day I sent him a picture message of an office building. He replied what is that? I told him that it was my new office. I left my father in law’s firm after being passed up for a partnership. He never really liked me, so I quit and started out on my own. This ultimately led to some serious issues between me and my wife and caused some friction because I was making way less money and she was daddy’s little girl so I was always the bad guy. But what really caught me off guard was Dan’s response, he replied to my message of the picture with the address. I asked him how he got it and he told me that he did an image search and found it on the realtors site with the address. Thankfully I don’t think Dan had a car, so he did have immediate access to me. My biggest fear, being found out was closer than ever, and I had more to lose than ever before. Dan started to tease me about how he was going to show up one day at my office so we could pick up where we left off 10 years ago. Thankfully, nothing ever came from it, because again, I don’t think Dan had a car or transportation. One night I was home alone because my wife had gone to a fund raiser for dog charity she works with and we were still not doing very well, so she went alone. So, I got online to talk to dan. · Me: What’s up · Dan: Cuming to knock on your door · Me: (panicking) WHAT? · Dan: I know where you work now · Me: (relieved he didn’t know my home address) and what are you going to do when you get there? · Dan: Take you back to your office and give you what you’ve been dreaming of for 10 years · Me: and what is that? · Dan: Me, all of me! · Me: All of you? · Dan: yes, all of it! Nothing between us, you and me joined · Me: well too bad im not at the office · Dan: yeah! Move back here! · Me: Lol, · Dan: You wouldn’t ever want me to leave after · Me: after? · Dan: after I knock you up! You’ll fall in love After this conversation I realized, he wanted to be with me. He doesn’t just want a one-night-stand, he wants to be together and I may be treading on dangerous waters. But still, a couple of months later I find myself logged in again to talk with Dan. Why am I ignoring these red flags! But the next red flag was unmistakable, this message that he sent a couple of days after our last conversation: Dan: I know you want me, why are you lying to yourself. You know you want to be with me. We have been talking for over 10 years, and still want each other. I just wish you would give in to what YOU want. You know you’re not happy, only I can make you happy, just like only you can make me happy. We are meant to be together and if you would just meet me you would see that. Just one night together and you would see we are meant for each other. I would treat you so much better than your wife does. Does she think about you all the time, does she get your dick as hard as I do. Just come here for one day, one hour and you will see it. I know you’re nervous, but I would be so gentle. I would start by kissing you and telling you how much I love you and then I would lead you back to the bed and I would lay on top you kissing you so softly as we started taking each other’s clothes off. I would work my way down kissing your chest and stomach and then your beautiful cock. You would moan as I sucked it like I did last time, but I wouldn’t let you cum yet. I would work my way back up between your legs as you look up at me, looking in my eyes as you pull my giant rock-hard cock out of my underwear. You have been wanting this so long and here it is, right in front of you, its yours forever! I bend down and start kissing your ear as you feel my bare cock pushing up against you. I ask you if you want me, as you reply “Yes”, but I want more, I want to hear how bad you want me baby, you reply “So bad, I only want you”. I tell you to grab my bare cock and aim it towards your lubed hole. Do you want my bare cock baby, you reply “Yes I do”. Tell me how bad you want it “I want you to fuck me raw, impregnate me, give me what you have so we can be together forever. I want to be with you only you, make me yours now, plant your seed in me now baby, I love you!” as I put my cock inside your raw, you’re so happy to finally have it, I make a few small strokes and finally get all 10” inside you. I stop and whisper in your ear “ there is no going back from here, we will be together forever now” and you get so turned on you look at me and say “I want us to be one, I want your seed flowing through my veins, this is the only way we can truly be together and be one, breed me baby, make me yours, you own me”. As I cum inside you, so deep inside you. There is no going back now. I know you want this baby, please cum to me. Only I can make you this happy, deep down you know this. As I read that message, I was shocked. I am really in a dangerous position. He wants to own me, this is the type of stuff you see before someone goes missing. I am generally concerned for my life at this point. The tone of the message was not about sex or love, it was about ownership, it was desperation, it was psychotic, if I can't have you nobody can type stuff. I knew that I was in danger, he knew where my office was but thankfully had no transportation, if I were to meet him he would do everything in his power to try and trap me by giving me his “Happy meal” so I couldn’t go back to my wife. I would have to divorce her and then, in his mind be with him. And that’s if things don’t go worse and he tries to kill me. I realized that everything I had ever worked for, my career, my life was all at risk of being ripped away from me right now, but what I truly couldn’t understand is why my dick was SOOO hard reading that message. I guess the thought of being so desperately desired by someone, the danger situation, the sexual tension we had in college, the danger of unprotected sex with someone who I know has HIV, Herpes and Hepatitis, when I have spent my entire life trying to be careful. It was all awakening some carnal desire deep within me that I guess had never had a chance to show itself. It wanted him to fuck me raw, it wanted him to take control, to force his disease on me, it wanted him to be dangerous, to be psychotic, it wanted to dance with the devil. I was torn, something so clearly deadly but at the same time being so turned on. My mind was screaming, RUN! Delete your account all your email history, cancel your lease, get as far away from every possibility that he has of finding you, but this small part of me that was getting louder and louder was screaming “you know you want it, you know you want him to own you, to command you, to make you belong to him, there is nowhere else you can run, you will be his property, let him breed you, let his disease take over” My hands stood still on the keyboard as the battle in my mind raged on. What do I do?

BLACKMAILED FOR MY ASS Dan was a nice guy that I met online. He’s ‘straight’, married to a woman who was at work too much, and wanted to dip his toe in the guy pool. That’s where I come in. After chatting online for a couple of weeks, his wife went out of town to visit her mother in another city. This left him with the house to himself to finally play and indulge in the fantasies he’d been getting off to for who knows how long. I’m no model pin-up or anything, but some people think I’m attractive. And I’ve got a great, fuckable ass that would never turn down a load. From the pictures Dan had sent me, he’s about ten years older than my 45, more of a Daddy, and attractive in his own way. Not all burly or buff, just a regular guy with slightly thinning hair and a slightly thickening middle. But that’s okay. It was his dick I was interested in, anyway. The rest never mattered much to me. I arrived at his place as planned and ready to play. I wasn’t in the mood to waste time, so as soon as I got in the front door, I dropped to my knees and fished his cock out of his shorts -even before he got the door closed! He was a little panicked at that, but also surprisingly turned-on. Maybe he had a little voyeur in him just aching to get out. I sucked him to hardness and then he was ready to fuck. Neither of us was in the mood to waste time, apparently. I was liking him more and more. We’d talked about condoms already and I told him I don’t like them. Well, more than that -I wouldn’t accept them. If he wanted to fuck me, he would have to do it raw or not at all. He’d been stuck using condoms on his own wife for years, so he was kind of eager to fuck someone without. Lucky me. Especially with the choice piece of meat he had swinging between his legs. The perfect size for me, really. Not too big, not too small. A decent thickness that you can no doubt feel but won’t be destroyed by upon first entry. I’d already lubed a little at home in hopes that he would want to just get down to the deed, so right there in the entry way, he spun me around and placed my hands up on the wall like I was a perp and he’s a cop about to frisk me. He did feel me up and down while I was in this position, but when he got to my lower half, he yanked my nylon trackies down to my ankles, exposing my bare butt in nothing but a jock strap. I heard him make an approving growl in his throat, and then seconds later his fat cock head was pressed against my opening. I hadn’t been fucked in a while, so I knew it might be a little rough getting started. I closed my eyes and tried to think relaxing thoughts, willing my hole to relax and open up naturally for him. This actually does work for me, and it did now. It’s like easing the tension from your shoulders, only with my butt hole. I felt myself relax and then like magic my hole just yawned open and his cock slowly slid a couple of inches in. “Jesus!” he hissed. “It’s like your hole is eating me up! Fucking unreal!” I felt it, the minor discomfort of taking someone in me after so long without, but it felt so damn good, all I could do was moan. He moaned his appreciation, too. And then he slowly sank the rest of his shaft in me until he was balls deep. He held there for a moment, reaching around and pinching my nipples, which got my hole fluttering over his cock. I guess that was the signal he needed to move, so he started rutting his hips, lightly smacking my butt cheeks with his abdomen with every sharp thrust. His strokes lengthened, and turned more frantic. Before long Dan was slamming full length in and out of me, his hands gripping my hips tightly, while we stood in the entry way of his house, grunting and groaning like animals rutting in heat. It was fucking awesome! “I . . . I don’t think I’ll last much longer,” he panted. “Do it, cum in me!” I yelled. More like begged, really. “Yeah? You like getting bred like a little whore?” he snarled in my ear, which really only turned me on more. He hadn’t said much of anything through the fuck, but this slightly rougher side was fucking hot. And when we’d been chatting online, I told him I liked to be called names and stuff while getting pounded, but at the time he didn’t seem all that into it. Glad I was wrong about that. “Fuck yeah!” I shouted. “I love getting bred! Cum in me!” I felt like a man possessed, but it was more like an addiction -I needed his seed swimming in my guts. “Take it, pig! Take my load up your whore ass!” he growled. I leaned my forehead against the wall, removed my hands from the wall and reached behind me to pull his hips flush against my ass so he was buried as deep as possible. I held him there for a moment, rippling my hole over the length of him, practically siphoning the seed straight out of his balls. That pushed him over the edge, he pulled back and slammed extra hard and extra deep, his arms wrapped around me so tight I could barely breathe while his balls emptied into my willing hole. I was in heaven once again. That moment is always heaven to me. He was breathing hard, his forehead resting on the back of my neck, as he collected himself and slowly withdrew his softening cock from my happy hole. I turned around to thank him but before I could utter a word, he reached up and grabbed hold of my face, pulling me into a passionate kiss. He’d made such a point of being a ‘straight’ married man, I never expected he’d want to kiss me, but kiss me he did! When we came up for air, I must have looked confused, because he said, “I just had to kiss you. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had. I couldn’t help myself. I just . . . I just needed to kiss you. Your ass is fucking amazing.” He was breathing hard and smiling wide. I’d done my job. We had agreed that our first meet would be brief, so we could feel comfortable, and also leave us wanting more. So I began to slowly dress myself, clenching my hole tight so I didn’t lose a drop of his cum. Once fully dressed, he kissed me again, and then I was on my way. He texted me later to thank me again, and to set up another fuck -soon! Over the next couple of days we swapped messages, just flirting until I could get over there again. But on the second day, I was at home later that night, and I got a strange message from him. Might be in trouble here, not sure how we should proceed. Ominous, right? I text him back, What’s wrong? The wife back in town? His reply was, My next door neighbor apparent heard us fucking, and saw us through the front window. He said if I didn’t want my wife to know, I had to let him fuck you the next time you come over. And he thought this was a problem? The more the merrier! What pig would ever turn down extra loads? I quickly sent a message back, telling him it was more than fine and to not even worry. What I didn’t know is that his next door neighbor had secrets of his own. Secrets that would change my life forever.

Part I. I don’t think I’m naïve, but how could I have been so stupid? I have avoided doing meth for decades now, and I have found that I can be piggy and a pretty no holds barred slut without it. But then one night last week I logged onto BBRT and looked at the party page. A hot Latin guy was having a party at a motel “Do you have a no cock, no hole, no load refused attitude? Then this party is for you”, the 20 or so other guests were a nice diverse range of men mostly in their 30s-50s, various body types (good since I’m just working with an average body these days myself) and among them only one other person who identified as “bottom”. Everyone else was either vers or top. Um sign me up! This was my kind of crowd. I sent a request and had an “invite” with the location information in short order. As the hour approached, I cleaned out, had an edible to make the evening a little more relaxed, took a shower and made sure my hole was squeaky clean and headed out. When I arrived at the motel room the Latin guy, Luis opened the door “Oh, you’re hotter than your photos” he says to me. “Thanks”, way to make me feel confident and at ease. A great group sex host! “Get in here and strip down in the bathroom, there are bags and a marker for your clothes and either get naked or wear a jock. I know you’re a bottom so you’re probably not going to be using your cock much tonight, so a jock would be hot, something to grab onto” He was really making me feel totally welcome as a pretty much exclusive bottom. I stepped into the entry hallway and slipped into the bathroom to get undressed. Two other men were in there already, a tall 40 something blonde who was just sticking his kind of massive cock into a cock ring and another Latin guy about my height but with really broad shoulders, a big chest and big juicy nipples. “Hey there sexy” the blonde said, “I love silver headed daddies, I’ll be looking for you out there’ as he slipped out of the room. I already came wearing my jock so I just pulled off my jeans, socks, shoes and tshirt while the Latin guy kind of stared at me like I was dinner. “Hey, I’m Jose, I think I saw you at Folsom sucking a big fat cock in the middle of the street” Busted, I just can’t resist when one is offered up, even if it is in front of a crowd of people with cell phones – it had been a small miracle that I had only seen a photo and no video of that moment online after the fair, “I remember you took that cock like a champ, he was fucking your face good” I blushed “Thanks, my mother always said to share my talents” and laughed a little. “Well you little slut, I’ll be looking for you out there, and I’ll feed you good” I was getting a little light headed at how happy this was making me. Now I in my jock and left the bathroom and wandered out into the party. It was a pretty big room, really actually a suite with a big central room with two queen sized beds a sofa, a table with 4 chairs, all in classic basic “motel chic” and pretty dated. A modern flat screen was playing a hot porn I had bever seen with an orgy of mixed men, all bareback, pretty rough with a bit of a piggy mood. The atmosphere of the video was carried into the room itself. At this point there were only about 8 guys, but they were all naked except for cockrings, one guy in a jock and a tall older guy, very muscley with graying hair and a mustached in leather chaps with what must have been a solid 8 inches hanging between his legs – not hard. They were all kind of chatting, having drinks and smoking joints, and a couple were playing with each others cocks, but nothing serious as far as play going down yet. I can be a bit shy when I don’t know anyone so I went over to the bar set up to get a drink. There was a guy there, a lean swimmer type build in his mid 50’s, with a big meaty looking uncut cock hangin between his legs (shit is anyone here even hung just average I wonder) mixing a drink in a solo cup. “Hi, I’m David, Luis’ partner, welcome to the party” “I’m Dale” I said shaking his hand. “Here, I just made this cocktail, why don’t you take it, you look a little nervous, this will help you relax” I take the drink and basically chug it. It wasn’t quite what I expected, not really alcohol. “Just some g and juice” he says” it’ll help you for the party” he leans over and whispers into my ear, his mustache tickling my ear. “You’re a sexy man, I read your profile you slut and I can’t wait to get you on your knees”. Oh my God, my head is already swimming a bit from the edible, and now this hot man’s words are melting me. “I can’t myself” I reply, trying to sound a tone or so more butch than I really am. Right about then about three new guys arrive and one of them, a cute early 40’s looking jock type very loudly says “Why the fuck isn’t anyone sucking dick yet”? Jose speaks up “Dale over there was internet famous choking on dick at Folsom this year, someone get that bitch on his knees” He’s coming off way more demanding , forceful and even a bit mean, not like the kind of nice guy I met in the bathroom. “Bring the slut the center of the room” another guy says as two guys basically grab my arms, twsting them behind my back a bit and steer me to the center of the room. A black guy laughs at me “Oh shit look at the skuts face, I can’t tell if that’s fear or the beginnings of rapture. I saw that vide and he was fully getting his face fucked” maybe there was a video. How had I missed that? I’m pushed down on my knees and 5 or so of the guys start to crowd in around me stroking increasingly growing cocks. “Here you go bitch, suck this for me, let’s get this party started” a gruff voice on a big burly type says and he basically shoves a fat cock in front of my mouth. These guys have no idea how much all this slut talk and abuse is turning me on, or maybe they do….

I am a married 37 y old man. After my wife identified as asexual I started experimenting with my sexuality and came to realise that I am not as straight as I thought I once was. I am not in a position where we can divorce right now, as our circumstances are complicated but I realise that I am a fully gay bear that loves taking cock and cum. I know I cannot be the only married guy out there in this position, can I?

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I found out about the Sunday School orgy on Sniffies and asked for an invite. It's held at the place where CumUnion is held and I know one of the guys who renovated the space through hooking up. I'd casually mentioned it to Will, this allegedly straight guy I've been hooking up with lately and he sounded curious. He'd never been to anything like that but has admitted to going to Paris and another adult book store near us when he's horny and looking. He's 25, oddly hot in a kind of dorky unconventional way, tall skinny, reddish blonde hair, pale skin, smooth, with a fairly big and thick uncut cock. He's only topped me but never bottomed or sucked me but he says he has been fucked when he's really into a guy and/or drunk/high. I told him I'd bring him to it Sunday but suggested we go in separate cars in case it isn't his scene and he wants to leave. I explained to him what goes on and what the crowd is like. He would have liked it a lot during the holiday break as there were a lot more college age guys back home for the break there, but it probably wouldn't be that many this time. He likes fucking guys anon and raw so it's totally his scene and he admitted as much. We always bareback and I get the sense even when he bottoms he takes loads raw even though he's not on Prep. He has a girlfriend and doesn't want her to know he's fucking guys for release and can't have her discover he's on Prep as that would raise uncomfortable questions. I tell him what time it starts and suggest we meet at the nearby Harry Hines Bazaar so we can go in together and I can show him around. I was thinking Will would bail, but he shows up and we head over. As we get out of the car he's cracking a couple jokes to lighten the mood and I can tell he's a bit nervous. We get inside, pay the cover, and head to the lockers to strip down. Most of the guys there are nude, but some wear underwear or jock straps. I was going to leave my underwear on but Will is going naked so I ditch them too. 87 guys had RSVP'ed for it and there's already about 40 people there and while some are checking out the scene many are already sucking and fucking. I take Will on a tour of everything and he's checking it and the guys out. As I'm finishing up the tour we run into Carlos, my hookup buddy who had a hand in starting up the place. I can see his eyes light up seeing Will and Will seems interested in him too and I introduce them. Carlos is very flirty, Italian and Mexican with a slightly chubby smooth body, sleeve tattoo and ink, 28, and a nice thick uncut dick. He likes to hang out at the events to make sure everyone's having a good time, but also to play. He's also verse and right away he's playing with Will's cock, telling him he hopes he has a good time and likes the place. Will mutters that its very cool and that he's never been to anything like it, which gets Carlos to smile saying he wants to make sure Will has a good time and asks him if he wants to fuck. Will quickly says yes and his cock is now rock hard. There's a fuck bench nearby and Carlos leads Will over too it and soon enough Will is balls deep in Carlos raw. I'm off nearby to give them their space but also want to see what goes down. It isn't long before a couple guys start watching Will drill Carlos and also start fingering Will's ass. One guy stroking his cock steps in behind Will and tries to enter his ass, but Will turns around and says something I can't hear and the guy moves to the side still stroking. An alternative looking Anglo guy with quite a bit of ink comes up to me and tells me he wants to fuck me and I agree, moving to a wall where I can still see Will fucking Carlos. Alternative dude has a nice sized cock and for me honestly, it's all about the quantity as these things, not the quality. I'll never see this guy again. But of course, looking around I see some guys I know from the gym and hooking up here and there. I can hear the guys by Will egging him on to cum and its clear he's shot his load in Carlos. Will leans down to say something to Carlos and pulls out of him and the next thing I know, Will is bending down over the fuck bench and Carlos is sticking his cock in Will's ass. Maybe he got turned on by the guy fingering his ass, but my hunch is he's really into Carlos and Carlos is the kind of guy he vibes with. As I'm watching this go down Alternative guy pumps his load inside me, a strong burst I can feel and it's clear he enjoyed fucking me. He asks me if I want to fuck him and I say I do and we switch places. I'm already rock hard seeing Will getting fucked by Carlos and can faintly hear him moaning as he takes his cock, but it's hard to hear much over the moaning from Alternative guy, who's enjoying the fuck and is telling me how hot my dick is and how bad he wants my load. His ass felt like he'd already taken a load and I didn't need any lube to enter him. I'm focusing on giving him what he wants and notice that a tall think blonde twink is now fucking Carlos, so there's no chance of Carlos pulling out of Will to cum, so Will is gonna take his load whether he wants it or not. I can hear Will begging for Carlos to cum in him and not long after Carlos's groan and it sends me over the edge and I bust my load inside Alternative guy who starts making his own cries that I not pull out and to stay inside him. With my load spent I slide out of him and tell him thanks and I can see that Carlos is still pumping inside of Will and the twink is still fucking him, so Carlos is intent on showing Will a good time as promised. The twink pulls out of Carlos and goes around for Will to suck him and the kid has a truly impressive cock. To my surprise Will starts sucking his cock, which he said he never does, so either he was bullshitting or trying something new. I'm standing watching transfixed by what I'm seeing and hoping another guy will come by I wanna play with so I don't miss the show. I move for a closer look and can hear Carlos shoot a second load in Will and I can see the blonde twink quickly move around to get in Will next. The twink is dripping an insane amount of precum and shoves his cock in Will as soon as Carlos pulls out, causing Will to start moaning loudly. Move of a crowd is watching this now and Carlos comes over to me smirking about how hot a fuck Will was. I tell him that Will is supposedly straight and has a girlfriend which gets a chuckle out of Carlos who adds "a lot of straight guys love getting cock up the ass and I'm guessing that's your Will." Something catches Carlos's eye and he moves on and as he does one of the guys watching Will moves over and starts stroking his cock. He's kind of an average looking Anglo guy, mid 20s, shaggy hair, light chest hair and has a nice sized uncut cock. We move over to the side and I start taking his cock, all while watching the blonde twink unload in Will while Will is begging for his cum. As the kid slows his strokes he slides out and he and Will swap places and now Will is drilling the blonde twink who's bent over the fuck bench. A beefier Anglo guy in his late 20s or early 30s moves into place behind Will and enters his ass and this time Will says and does nothing. The guy fucking me picks up his pace and asks me if I'm enjoying the show and admit I am. I can hear the beefy guy let out a loud groan and assume he shot his load in Will and not long after Will unloaded in the blonde twink. Will is proving to be more popular thank I expected and not in the way I expected as he's taken four loads now. The guy fucking me shoots his load in me, grunted a "that was hot" and he slid out, smacking me on the ass as he did. Will looks a little dazed and confused and heads my way asked where the bathroom was and the bottled water. I lead him there and asked if he's having fun and he admits it was way wilder than he expected and asks if I'm having a good time. I say I am and he heads to the bathroom and I go to get us bottled waters. Once he's back out we split up again and I decide its time for me to have some fun and not worry about Will so much. Clearly he's enjoying it and is getting what he was looking for. I head towards some of the booths and see the blonde twink who'd swapped loads with Will and approach him. He starts stroking my cock and we move into one of the booths and I'm balls deep in him in no time. I don't even have to use lube he has so much cum in his ass and on his balls and legs. I'm calling him a slut and clearly he likes that and is leaning into it. I start cursing at him in Spanish and calling him nasty names which he likes even more and he knows enough Spanish to make demands back at me. I'm guessing he's popular with other Latinos and gets plenty of Latino loads. There's no shortage of Latinos today either and he's going to get fucked to his heart's content. That gets me horny and sends me over the edge and I blast a load inside him. He thanks me and says he's spent or he'd fuck me too. It was hot knowing one of the loads he blew was in Will's ass. I wish I had my cell with as I'd like to swap digits with him, but that sort of thing is tricky. A lot of guys here just want anonymous sex and no strings and I get that. That's why I come. As we head out of the booth I can see Will up against the wall getting fucked by a guy I call Stoner Johnny as he's this big goofy guy in his mid-20s who's always stoned. He has an enormous cock, hot curvy smooth body and down for anything sexually. I hang out watching Johnny pound the shit out of Will and a few other guys are watching the show too. Johnny's mouth is always running and he's doing that as he pounds Will saying Will must love big cocks and take a lot of them and Will is leaning into everything Johnny is saying. A cute young Latino guy comes by and hits on me, fingering my ass and making it clear he wants to fuck me. And as much as I want to see Will take Johnny's load I'd rather get another load of mine and duck back into the booth with Latino boy who eagerly pumps two loads inside me and takes a load from me. When we're done I've lost all track of time and need a breather so I go back to the locker room grabbing a bottled water on the way and check my phone. I've been there a little over two hours and have done pretty good for myself. I clean up a bit and head back into the big group area as I like to see who I'm hooking up with and I can see Will leading a rougher white trash looking guy back towards the booths. It's kind of surprising me the kinds of guys Will is hooking up with as I wouldn't have pegged them as being his type and surprised also he's letting them rawdog him. But I guess we never really know guys. I'm there about another hour and play with two more guys, both of who fuck me. By then I'm spent and only looking to bottom and it seems like most of the guys are and the crowd keeps thinning but new people keep coming as well. A group of three guys in their early 20s shows up and its clear they haven't been here before and so I go over and say hi and ask them if it's their first time. It is and I offer to show them around. As I'm leading them around I catch a glimpse of Will getting fucked by a skinny younger white twink and so clearly he's still having fun. I'm kind of losing track of how many guys I've seen fucking him and I'm guessing there are others I haven't seen. As I'm taking them past the booths one of them pulls me and the others into it and soon we're all making out and stroking each other's cocks. One of the guys shoves his cock in me and I can see one of the others start fucking his bud. The guy fucking me says "it's OK if we fuck raw" and I say it is and I'm cool with him cumming inside me. They're all kind of average looks with nice dicks, not like I'd pass them up. The guy fucking me doesn't take long to cum and blasts a nice powerful load inside me. The other guy fucking his bud busts his load pretty soon and we swap around with me taking one of the other two. As he enters me he tells me it's hot that I take it raw and I joke "raw is law" which gets a laugh out of all of them. I take the load from the guy fucking me and we rotate again and I take the cock from the third guy and one of the three wants me to fuck him while I get fucked. I'm already feeling spent, but taking their cocks and loads I figure I can pump one more out and as I get fucked by the third guy I realize that's not problem as the other two are teasing the guy I'm fucking about taking dick from a stranger. I tease back that they're all probably gonna take loads from strangers and that silences them. The third guy finally pumps his load in me and in a beat or two I've blasted my load in the one guy who been loudly begging for me to cum inside him. His buddies are razzing him for being a slut and they thank me for showing them around. That was enough for me and decide to call it a day as I'd been fucked enough. I head back to the locker room and catch a glimpse of Will heading into the blackout room so clearly he hasn't had enough and is wanting to do things I wouldn't. I would have loved to gotten the numbers of a few guys to play again later, but that's what makes coming to things like this so hot, new guys. I'll be curious to hear what Will has to say about his time and while he claims he's straight he's not as straight as you think.

Never struggled to explain why I desire being a total bottom. Anal sex feels amazing, having someone excited using your hole feels amazing, knowing with 0 doubt that having your hole used for someone's pleasure feels amazing, knowing you are receiving, accepting, absorbing another man's dna feels amazing, knowing this about yourself is so liberating and freeing feels amazing. In terms of sensations it becomes a mix of physical response, my hole actually feels like it loosens up, i get an empty feeling in my belly that I know is my body way of saying it needs someone to fill the void. Then in my mind I get the sensation of how much I need that bare cock and load and that what is going to make me happy is being used as a cum slut bottom. After that it is just a wave of feel good hormones that make me just want to be used over and over. Finally, jerking off during or after having your prostate pummeled feels amazing. Wouldn't you like to be a total bottom too?

I'm a cum dump Gay Dad visiting Chicago from Boston. I posted about the first two nights earlier, now for the next two... I have wanted to visit a back room of a bar and get fucked and never had the courage. I need to "just do it", I need to fulfill my desires and get out of my comfort zone. I tried to get bred in the hotel with the usual apps, no real luck as sometimes there are way too many fakes and flakes. (sorry guys, it's true). It was a Friday night, I had posted on Sniffies and asked where I could get fucked, they said Cell Block and/orJackhammer. Never been to either and it's been a long time since I have really been to a gay bar. It's just not my thing. (I am a real parent and thats probably why) So I put on my jock and harness under my clothes and headed off to Cell Block in an Uber. I arrived and had never been to a bar with a backroom let alone taken off my clothes in a place like this. It's now or never. Checked it out, went to the clothes check, stripped to my jock and harness. Walked around, watched a guy sucking cock in the GH, watched a Twink get into the sling and get fucked. I got on my knees in at the GH, no action. I got in the sling and exposed my hole, laid there for a while, no action. I suppose since I am not 23 and a Twink thats why. The Twink came up to me in the sling and told me if I wanted to get fucked I should try Grindr. Nasty little thing, all I want to say is that I believe in Karma. Watched another guy get fucked in the corner by two guys, Sucked a BBC, offered my ass but he declined. I finally gave up an decided it wasn't happening there. But I was pleased that I took that step. I will try again. I walked down the street to Steamworks. I had been once before about a year ago. I have wanted to go again. By this time it was in the wee hours of the morning. I checked in, I got a room. I got undressed and was ass up in the room. Immediately two guys came in, one guy played with my ass, the other shoved his cock in my mouth. They both played for a but it and then left. I decided to walk around. I am not that familiar with the layout but learning it. A guy was in the sling, so I got ass up on the fuck bench. A couple guys touched me, one placed this cock in my ass crack, but not much action. The guy in the sling was gone so I went and laid in the sling. The place was not that busy but several walk thru's. A young asian guy mounted me, but didn't breed. A younger kid came and fucked me good. I sucked him hard and then he got between my legs and mounted me. He fucked me for about 15 minutes. a pretty good fuck. A few guys watched him pump his load into my willing hole. I love getting fucked In a sling to be perfectly honest, OK, I loved getting fucked any which way. After a while I decided I would check out some of the other area's. I sucked a few cocks in the ramp area. Love working on my deep throat skills. I want to learn to really get throat fucked good. So I was practicing, both at cellblock and at Steamworks. Practice makes perfect they say. So I sucked for a while. I kept telling myself I needed to get back to my hotel because I had to work in the morning, but kept extending my deadline to leave.. After thing in the ramp area slowed down I went back to my room. I really wanted to get bred good. This is where it got fun. I decided to leave the door open and just be ass up. Now I had not slept, it was about 4 in the morning, I was tired. So I zoned out with my ass in the air pointing at the door. I was in the zone, my ass was lubed up, I was waiting. I would get brought back to reality as guys would show up and use my hole. I would feel a hand on my ass or a cock head pushing at my hole. It was pure heaven. A guy would come in, use me, then leave. I would tell myself, in 40 minutes I need to leave, put ass up with the door open, waiting an another guy would wake me out of the zone with his cock, some rock hard, some I would suck to get them hard and then they would use my hole. Not sure how many came in me, but it was really great being used like this. I love being ass up and a hole to be used.\ I finally decided I had to leave so that there was enough time to get an Uber, get to the hotel, take a shower and meet my co-worker to go to work. I got dressed, headed out of the place. before going down the stairs there was a guy in a towel and it looked as his cock was erect. So I sat down in the seating area at the top of the stairs. He walked toward me, opened his two and showed me his cock. I got up, walked back to my room, he followed, I went in, he followed, I unzipped the back of my jeans (I had back-zip jeans on), he mounted me and began to fuck me. I eventually took the jeans off and he gave me a full fledged fucking and breeding. It was great!! Dumped this load in me. Success! I got back to the hotel just in time for to shower and go to work. It's been years since I did an all-nighter. After work I went to the hotel and passed out, but dreamed about being ass up taking loads. Tonight I got on the apps, as usual. Too many fakes, time wasters. A guy hit me up who had chatted a few nights ago , his profile said Bi-Top. He wanted to come breed me, I of course offered my ass and requested he pump me full of cum. He thought he might want to drop two loads if after the first I sucked him hard. I lubed up, put the harness on and waited ass up on the bed. I heard him enter and undress. I sucked him hard, he held my head and pushed his cock down my throat. Some guys love that, I love it when they do!! He then mounted me doggie style and pounded a load into my hole. He seemed done, started to get dressed and then asked if he could "go again". Certainly, thats what my hole is for... So he mounted me again and pumped away until he dumped a second load in me. I loved it, fucking a cum filled hole he previously filled. When he was finished he stuck his cock in my mouth, I sucked him once again, he got hard again!! So he went for round three, pumped a third load in me. It was hot... He messaged me after he left that he thought my ass was amazing... I get that a lot, those who fuck/breed me, usually tell me how amazing my ass is! Oh, how I love being pumped full of cum!!

I agree she could get a lot done. But any person who can't or won't adequately acknowledge slavery as the cause of the Civil War, for example, isn't prepared for the needed occasional statements of moral clarity, or the ability to manage the hardest-right impulses of her party. Neither was Trump, which is partly why he was such a miserable failure as president; not because he couldn't fully implement the draconian policies his hard-right kook supporters wanted, but because he neither cared nor bothered to stand up to them and tell them the hard truths. Nor could he even remotely pretend to trying to serve as president for all Americans. Biden may be more liberal than most Republicans want, but he's far from the dangerous nutcase that Trump was and is. And I'm not sure that anyone could get through the Republican primaries these days, even if Trump wasn't among the competitors, without kowtowing to the same dangerous elements who support him. They want to rule, not govern, and by any means necessary, because they're tired of having the privilege their white Christian bona fides granted them for over 200 years slip away.

I will not wear a condom, no matter the circumstance. Unfortunately, I haven’t had any “circumstances” in quite a while. The joys of living in rural Bible Belt country I suppose. but when I am fucking a gay ass, I make sure to remind them I am married. It feels like most get off thinking about having a married cock raw in their boy cunt. On a few occasions, I have told them about the last time my check was in a “real” pussy spewing my seed deep and now my cock is in their ass doing the same. One guy shot his wad without touching himself right after I talked raunchy about real pussy breeding.

Part IV The cum is all over my face, and I love feeling like the world’s biggest slut, but even more I love the cock that is fucking my hole. “Fuck me!” I beg before the next cock is shoved into my mouth. The man fucking me is pounding me into submission and ecstasy. I’m just a pair of holes for these men and I couldn’t imagine a place I would rather be. Three men are at my head which is being held onto by a very firm pair of hands, gripping me at the back of my skull and forcing my back and forth as each of them take a turn using my mouth and throat. I came to the party an expert at this, but every single barrier in my mind to just being a complete hole has melted. I just want men to use me. The pipe is placed in my mouth again and I’m encouraged to take three more deep hits. I am spun. I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head as cock after cock is either long dicking my ass or taking out all their lust on my mouth. I’m moved onto my back with my head laying back over the edge of the bed so men can just fuck away at my throat. I’m a sweaty mess, my hair is dripping, and my face is covered with the loads I wasn’t allowed to eat. My legs are being held spread wide so the fucking can get in as deep as possible. The current top, a super hairy middle eastern man with a dad bod and a veritable tree trunk between his legs is pulling all the way out before just ramming it back into my hungry hole. I’ve never wanted cock this bad. “Let’s DP this bitch” and I’m grabbed by my hair, and pulled up. A skinny black guy is stroking a solid 11 incher. “Come on you fucking slut, sit on this cock so we can get another one in there and really stretch you out.” I scramble above him and squat down, guiding the head in with one hand, and as soon as it’s in, I just sit all the way down, taking it all in to the base. I ride it, trying to pull myself up so it’s getting long thrusts. He pulls me into him so I’m leaing over his chest and I can feel someone rooting around my ass with another cock. Before I can even get ready to be taken to the next level another hand is grabbing my hair and a cock is forced into my mouth. “3 dicks in your holes you dumb whore” and I’m now stuffed, used, 3 cocks working me over. I’ve never been so happy, so lost in lust.

Part 3 - Spending time in the city It was a really hot Tuesday when Brandon, James, Amir and John met for lunch in town. The men sat on the terrace of the restaurant and gave points for the bulges of the men's shorts, Bubble butts and big biceps. It was fun. After lunch, John had to go to continue working, but James and Amir had the day off and Brandon had decided to skip his studies. Brandon needed new pants, so he asked James and Amir to come to the department store as taste judges. The department store's men's department was almost empty. The hot day had probably driven the customers to the beaches. The men walked around the department and thought about what kind of chinos would suit Brandon best. Finally, a salesman in his twenties came to them and asked how he could be of help. The name tag on the man's chest read Dylan. "I need some new pants," Brandon said to Dylan. "Brandon needs proper pants that will better show off his best features," continued Amir. Dylan looked at Amir in confusion. Amir patted Brandon's buttocks and said, “Brandon's delicious ass needs to be exposed better. As well as her hot poz package”. And moved his hand to the front of Brandon's jeans. Brandon laughed and pushed Amir's hand away. Dylan turned red and went to look for suitable pants on the shelf. After a while, Dylan came back with a bundle of pants in his hands. Dylan said he thinks Brandon needs either white or khaki pants. Dylan handed Brandon a pair of white pants. Brandon took the pants Dylan handed him and went into the fitting room, pulling the curtain behind him. After a moment, Brandon opened the curtain and stepped in front of the men. The pants looked really good. Brandon spun around and asked the men what they thought. James was the first to say it looks really good. James said he liked how the straps of Brandon's jockstraps showed through the thin white fabric. They beautifully frame Brandon's cum hole. But the front looks delicious too. "It's obvious that Dylan has an eye for male beauty when he immediately managed to choose such perfectly fitting pants for Brandon," continued Amir. Dylan blushed again and handed Brandon a new pair of pants. Brandon went back into the fitting room, but Amir held onto the curtain as Brandon tried to close it. "I don't think it's necessary, since there are no other customers nearby," he hinted to Brandon. Brandon immediately understood the hint and began to take off his white pants. Brandon took off his pants while standing with his back to the men, exposing his muscular jockstrap ass for the men to admire. Dylan stared open-mouthed at the show in front of him. Next, Brandon started to pull on khaki colored chinos, which were clearly a tighter skinny fit model than the previous pants. Now Brandon stood facing the men. Brandon wanted to perform. He theatrically slowly and spectacularly stuffed the full pouch of the jockstraps into his pants. The tight pants fit Brandon well and the pants showed off Brandon's bulge perfectly. Amir pointed to the front of Dylan's pants and told Brandon that these pants should be bought when they work this well. Dylan, red in the face, tried to hide the rock-hard erection in his suit pants with his hand. Amir took Dylan by the shoulder and led him to the fitting room with Brandon. "You should go and calm down for a while, because you can't walk around here in the department with a hard cock," said Amir and pulled the curtain in front of the fitting booth. About five minutes later, Brandon came out of the fitting room and told James that you were next. "This boy is greedy for toxic Daddy cream". James went into the fitting room through a gap in the curtain, where Dylan was standing with his pants tucked in, his hands leaning against the mirror on the back wall. James touched Dylan's hole with his finger and asked if Brandon fucked Dylan. "Yes". "Did you like it?" "Yes," replied Dylan. “Do you want some more?” "Yes," answered Dylan again. James opened his pants and exposed his hard cock. The head of James's cock was wet from the spilled pre cum. "I don't have a condom with me," said James. "It doesn't matter," replied Dylan. "Do you want to get it bare inside you?" asked James. "Yes," answered Dylan again. “Brandon said you're hot for older men who will inseminate you with toxic sperm. Is that true?", asked James again. "Yes," replied Dylan. At the same time, James placed his helmet on Dylan's wet hole and began to slide his cock into the young man's tight hole. James pushed himself balls deep. After a while, he started to fuck Dylan, who was intensely looking into James' eyes through the mirror. James picked up the pace and fucked Dylan with powerful movements. Finally, James asked if Dylan was sure he wanted James' sperm. "Breed me, please," replied Dylan. "Have you let strangers inseminate you before?" asked James. "Yes, many times," replied Dylan. James tore open the curtain of the fitting room and beckoned Amir inside. James told Amir that he should start getting ready because it was Amir's turn next. Dylan is a no loads refused slut. James emptied the bags into Dylan's hole and next gave space to Amir. Finally, Amir also came out of the fitting booth, and after a while, Dylan again in his full salesman costume. Brandon praised that he has never received such good customer service before. Dylan thanked, and promised Brandon both pants at half price if he was going to buy them. “Awesome,” said Brandon. When the purchases were paid for and in the bag, Dylan welcomed them all to shop again.

Filled with loads

Part II I started sucking the closest cock to me, a nice solid 8 incher, uncut, nice veins running up the side. Stuck my tongue inside the foreskin and worked around the head, pulling the foreskin back and giving it some good flicks before putting it deeper in my mouth. “Oh yeah, this slut knows how to suck some dick” it’s owner said as hands grabbed the side of my head and the cock was pushed a bit deeper, pushing into my throat. “give him some poppers” someone else says My head is pulled off the cock and a bottle is placed under one nostril. I know what to do, I love poppers, and in combination with the edibles that are really kicking in, my head is swimming and I just want cock, I’m craving cock. I plunge back onto the cock. “Oh fuck yeah, here we go cocksucker” and he starts to fuck into my throat, gently at first and then gradually building up some speed. I kind of notice that I’m hearing some lighters and smelling a kind of acrid smell in the air, and my face is pulled off the cock I am in total lust with. “Here bitch” it’s Luis and he blows some smoke into my face, and then seals his mouth over mine and basically forces it into my lungs. “Oh fuck, no is that meth?” I’m thinking, and I’m really getting more and more hungry for that cock to be back in my throat. It's basically rammed back into my mouth and the owner is going to town on me and I am in cocksucker heaven. He lets me up to work on the head and it’s like I’ve been starved fir weeks and getting my first sweet taste of the most delicious suckable treat of my life, I am moaning and the throat slime is running down my chin. He pulls out and I’m presented with another cock, this one a modest average 6 incher, but very thick, and I start treating it like it’s the last cock I’ll ever suck. I’m soon working my way from cock to cock as they nudge my cheeks, and reach out my hands and work cocks and then turn to them. I am in heat. “See I knew he’d like it” a familiar voice is saying, I pull off and look at where it’s coming from and it’s my friend Alex, whose is always telling me about how much he loves doing meth and how horny and hot it makes him. “Yeah you judgmental little whore, I knew if you got some meth you would be transformed” I’m sucking another cock and he gets up to my ear “I’ve wanted to get you spun up and used for awhile so you would get off my back and realize how much fun this is. I was with Luis when you sent your invite request in, and we hatched a little plot. I’m going to give you a nice shard up that slut ass and we’re all taking turns on you. Everyone here knows the drill. The invite did say this was for "no cock and no load refused" attitude, and fucker, you are not going to refuse a single cock here, or those still coming. We posted a different ad that we're spinning out a newbie who needs to be turned out into a chem whore, and there was a lot of interest”

**Like I said, I'm only doing a couple more chapters so this one is quite longer than I intended, but it has the good stuff that I wanted. Enjoy!** CHAPTER TWO That weekend Dan and I had scheduled our next fuck session, planning for a much longer play time this time around. We’d had days of waiting, and now that he got his first taste of hot male butt, his dick was apparently constantly hard as memories of being sunk in me played on a loop in his mind. Good. That means he isn’t as upset about sharing me as I first thought. I wasn’t sure if his neighbor would actually be there this weekend, but I arrived with that exciting thought in mind. I’d never been treated like property before and it turned me the fuck on. The idea of getting passed back and forth between these two guys was like one of my wet dreams come true! And I didn’t even know anything about this neighbor, only that he apparently thought it was okay to blackmail his neighbor for a piece of ass. That should have been disturbing to me, but it wasn’t. Again, it only turned me the fuck on. When I arrived, Dan pulled me in the house quickly and slammed the door shut, but not in haste to get in me as I thought. He was looking sort of frantic and concerned as he dragged me over into the living room. “We don’t have much time ‘til he gets here,” he practically whispered to me. “Are you sure you’re okay with doing this? I never imagined having you come over the other day would put you in this situation. I don’t know how I’d handle the wife finding out, but you shouldn’t feel responsible. I can’t let you do this.” His concern really was sweet, but he obviously had no clue about the world of greedy sex pigs. Okay, so I had the greedy part down, but I was new to being a sex pig. For most of my adult like, I’ve been more reserved. Recently I just started to ask myself, “What for?”. Like, who am I saving myself for? I’ve always had the urge to get used by a lot of men, but always fought it. Not anymore. I took his face in my hands to get him to focus on me as I told him, “Dan, relax. I can handle it. You might think that a lot of the stuff you’ve seen online is just acting, but I can assure you that there are plenty of us who will happily take loads from whoever is offering. This neighbor of yours is just a bonus, so don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” Little did I know . . . Seconds later a loud pounding came from the front door and Dan looked stricken again as he went to answer it. He returned to the living room with a man who was taller than his six feet by about three inches, but where Dan is getting on the thicker side, this guy was rail thin. The pronounced bulge in his pants captured my attention and made me forget to give him a closer look. My mouth was watering and my hole was already yawning open all on it’s own. Dan looked resigned as he quietly said, “Chris, this is my neighbor, Steve. Steve-” “Pig,” Steve interrupted, like he spat the word out. “I think I’ll call you pig,” he said, his tone ominous and predatory as he glared into my eyes. I’d never seen such intensity before. It wasn’t passion. It was something else, something almost sinister. It made me both uncomfortable and horny at the same time. I’d always been drawn to men who looked sort of mean or hard or dangerous (though I never acted on it), and that’s what was radiating off of Steve. I could tell that Steve was going to be the Alpha in this situation as Dan was still sort of cowering, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here. However, Steve wasn’t going to let that happen. “Dan, why don’t you take first crack at that ass while the pig gets me hard and wet. My dick is a lot bigger than yours, so I’d like a load in there before I destroy his hole,” Steve said, sounding oddly playful. As if it wasn’t obvious that Dan was anxious about this entire situation, I had to work to get him hard enough to fuck me. This should have been turning him on more, not less. Either way, I got him hard while sucking him, as Steve stripped out of his shorts. Once Dan got his cock head in my warm hole, his nerves seemed to vanish. What man could possibly concentrate on worries when their dick is buried deep in a hungry hole? Dan held my hips and pumped away at my ass using a steady pace, while I was bent forward and working Steve’s mammoth cock. It was the hugest slab of man meat I’ve ever seen. Thick as my forearm and probably as long, too. He wasn’t kidding about destroying my hole. I should have been scared, but something told me this man was going to give me the fuck of a lifetime. Steve’s precum was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. It had a perfect balance of sweet and salty that made me sort of hope that he would cum in my mouth so I could swish a good mouthful of his seed around my taste buds. But I really wanted to feel Steve in my ass. I have to admit that I’m a bit ashamed. I was so consumed with my thoughts of what Steve was doing to do to me that I wasn’t giving my all to Dan. I was just a hole standing in front of him that he was pumping away. From his soft grunts I guess he was enjoying it anyway, but I know that I could have put much more enthusiasm into that fuck. But something about Steve had me almost hypnotized. Moments later Dan grunted, “Ready for my load?” I yanked my head back off of Steve’s cock and yelled, “Fuck yes! Breed me!” before going back to sucking Steve. It only took about five more thrusts before Dan buried himself balls deep in me and I felt his cock twitching as he unloaded his seed in me. Fuck, that feeling never gets old. And now that he was finishing, I was eager to give Steve a try. I knew that even with Dan’s load coating my ass walls, it was going to be a very tight fit getting Steve’s huge dick up my ass. But I have always loved feeling stretched beyond my capacity, so I knew I would be getting some delicious pain/pleasure soon. Little did I know . . . Once Dan had extracted his softening cock from my now-sloppy hole, I stood and stretched out my back. My eyes were still practically glued to Steve’s enormous dick and I wondered how I would ever fit that in me. I’ve seen videos about fisting before, and I imagine taking him in you would be like that. But I’ve never even come close to trying to get fisted. How the hell am I going to manage it? And yet there was still a pull, a need in me. Now that I’d seen his cock, I just couldn’t turn him away. I had to have him. More like him having me, really. I didn’t think I had much say in the matter anymore. Steve stood back and leered at me while he slowly stroked his cock -that hung practically down to his knees! Not quite, but it was damn close. Now I was feeling more frightening than horny. There really is no way I can take him. As panic was starting to grip me, Steve released his cock and reached out to grab me by the throat. Not enough to cut off my air entirely, but it was a firm grip that told me to pay attention. “There’s no going back, pig. We’ve got an arrangement.” He glanced from me to Dan and then back to me before he said, “Let’s go over to my place. I’ve got a better set-up and . . .” he paused to glance around the immaculate living room, “I wouldn’t want to make a mess in here. And trust me, things are going to get messy.” Steve turned at the doorway of the living room and said, “Grab your shit,” before heading down the hallway away from the front door. I scrambled to gather my clothing but didn’t take the time to actually redress, while I heard Dan pulling his clothes back on and follow behind me. As I headed down the hall in the direction Steve went, I realized that he wanted us to cut through the back yard into his yard, so I didn’t worry that I was completely nude. “Are you sure about this?” Dan asked in a loud whisper. We were at the back door when I looked back at him. “Look, I don’t want to cause trouble for you. And, anyway, he seems pretty determined. I’ll just go along with it. If I really don’t feel comfortable, I’ll get out of there. Besides, what’s he going to do? It’s his word against yours,” I told him before rushing through the yard, through the adjoining gate, and through Steve’s open back door. Steve waited for me just inside the open door. He’d removed his tee shirt, revealing his skinny body. I’ve always been thin and hated when people called me skinny, but this guy was skinny. As in skin and bones. He had a bunch of tattoos on his torso that I hadn’t seen with the shirt on. Some of them were kind of muddled looking, while others stood out clearly. I assumed that they held some meaning to him. He must have been a scientist because some of them looked like chemical symbols. I heard Dan enter behind me and saw Steve’s posture stiffen. Looking up at his face, he was frowning, too. “You might not want to stick around for this part,” he told him. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Now I was getting scared, no doubt about it. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? I thought I was just going to have a little extra fun, get an extra load, and head home a happy boy. Now I didn’t know what to expect. I looked at Dan who looked really worried for me. He gulped anxiously in that way that told me he was really worried what he’d gotten us both into. Being a genuine guy, he probably felt like shit for getting me caught up in all of this. His eyes darted around a little but finally met Steve’s. He cleared his throat and said, “I’ll stick around to make sure he’s ok.” His voice was a little uncertain, but he was clear that he was going to stick by my side, which went a little to reassure me. Steve scoffed and said, “Suit yourself. But stay the fuck out of my way. The pig is mine now.” Well, his stern voice was night and day compared to Dan’s. Steve left no doubt that he was getting things done his way. Surprisingly, Steve held my hand as he walked me down a short hallway to a door that led to the basement. As he took the stairs, I couldn’t help but wonder why people always had their sex rooms in the basement. Yes, there was something sexy about it. But when you were in a situation like the one I was currently, it was more terrifying than sexy. Visions of serial killers were dancing through my head! The twisted thing was that as I was having these thoughts, Steve was cackling to himself ahead of me. What the hell was he laughing at? Or did I just say all of that out loud? Holy shit! He didn’t say anything, though, until we were standing in the middle of the open concept play room. Dan had paused at the bottom of the stairs, looking completely torn. It was sort of nice that he felt responsible for me, but there really was nothing he could do, so I didn’t bother to try and reassure him. How could I reassure him when I was terrified myself? “Leave your clothes in the bin over there,” Steve instructed, gesturing over to an empty basin on the floor next to the stairs. “Then get that ass up on the fuck bench. You’ll be more comfortable there than if you were standing the entire time.” How nice of him to take that into consideration. Not! He was going to be stuffing that mammoth cock into my tight hole -nothing about this was going to be comfortable! I did as I was told, almost like I was in some kind of haze, or hypnotic suggestion. I could have easily just taken my clothes and run back up the stairs. And yet, here I am, cock fully hard, my heart pounding in my chest, and my hole feeling . . . dammit! My hole was aching to be stuffed FULL! There is no doubt that he will stuff me full. I did as I was told and before I knew it, I was kneeling on the fuck bench, and surprised that I was comfortable this way. There was no strain on my back or legs, and I could just relax. Hopefully I could relax enough to take him into me without doing any permanent damage. He didn’t waste any time either. As I was discarding my clothes and getting into position, he was walking around the room, flipping switches, turning on lights and cameras and monitors playing bareback porn. I had no idea what he planned to do with the cameras, well, obviously I did, but what would he do with the video? Sell it? Post it online? Bloody Hell! And by the time I was situated, he had everything right where he wanted it. And then he was on me. No preamble. One second nothing, and the next I felt his hands on my ass, one hand on each cheek, pulling me wide open. And then I felt his enormous cock head at my opening. Oh fuck, this is it. Relax, breathe, relax, clear everything else away, I told myself in a desperate attempt to will my hole open so that I didn’t get ripped to shreds. My mind closed nearly everything else away, except for Steve and my pig hole. I didn’t think about any other part of my body, just my vulnerable opening and the massive meat dong that was insisting on entrance. I could hear the sounds of raw sex filling the room from the sound system attached to the monitors displaying breeder sex videos. That helped put my mind in the right place. I couldn’t see the monitors, but I could picture assholes gaping open and swallowing cocks, swallowing their loads. As I did so, my hole yawned open and I felt Steve begin to slide in. “Shit, you are a fucking whore!” he laughed as he sunk into me. “Look at you taking that cock. I’m not even pushing and your fucking pig hole is just eating me up. You want what I got, dontcha, pig?” he laughed sinisterly. My hole might have yawned open and allow entrance, but that didn’t mean I was wide open and gaping. He made it a couple of inches in and then stopped, allowing me to breathe and try to adjust. It was still quite a shock to my system. Before I got back into that mindset, Steve slammed full length into me, balls deep in one hard thrust! I felt my entire insides split apart from the sudden invasion and I howled in pain. That explains why play rooms are in basements -so the neighbors can't hear! Normally if there’s some pain during a fuck, I just grin and bear it. This wasn’t just pain, though. I felt like someone just rammed a telephone pole up my ass, I’d never been so full or so violated. Violated, that’s a good word for what I was feeling. And yet, the stupid thing is . . . somehow I was turned on during it all. I could feel my cock throbbing beneath me, trapped between my stomach and the padded bench. It’s almost like another aspect of my personality came out with extreme pain like this, a part that reveled in it. Because apparently I was, as I suddenly found myself shoving back onto Steven’s hard monster cock. “Look at you, fucking pig! Riding this cock even though I just busted you open good!” he snarled, so impressed and amused by my behavior. “You can’t see it, pig, but you will when you watch the video. Your ass is lubing my big dick up nice and slick with all of that blood.” Blood? Hell! Bloody Hell! He really had done some damage. So why was my ass feeling greedy, still? Steve took hold of my hips and pumped away, my hole destroyed and slackened enough that he could just ride me. Especially with the combination of his precum, Dan’s load, and my own ass juices and blood slickening his ride. I could feel all around my ass and down my legs were wet as he continued to rape my hole. I knew it was blood. There was no way Dan bred me that much or Steve could precum that much. So why the hell am I still turned on by this fuck? Am I sick? I’m a sick fucker for loving the fuck this man is giving me. I’ve never done anything like this before, nothing ever this extreme. Steve power-fucked my ass for what felt like another hour, but was probably another fifteen or twenty minutes. Then he slowed and lowered himself down onto me so his stomach was flush with my back. He brought his head down next to mine on the left and whispered into my ear. “So, the pig is enjoying the ride, I take it?” his gravelly voice rumbled sexily. “Good thing ‘cause you’re not getting out of here until I’ve gotten all I want from you. Or, should I say, given you all I want to give you,” he chuckled. “What . . . what do you mean?” I asked, feeling a sudden surge of panic again. “You’re not leaving here without my AIDS, pig,” he snarled into my ear. AIDS?!? What the fuck? I was suddenly thrashing against him, whimpering, trying to get Dan to come and get this sick fuck off of me. I could hear struggling and Dan was trying to get Steve off of me. He didn’t know what Steve had told me but it must have been quite clear that I wanted to go. “Back the fuck off, Dan, or your wife gets a phone call at her mother’s house tonight,” Steve bellowed, and then the room fell silent, except for the porn playing in the background. It’s not like they could have been fighting much, given that Steve was still buried balls-deep up my ass, but whatever struggle they got into ceased and I heard Dan walk away. Quietly, he said, “Chris, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this would happen,” and then he disappeared up the stairs. I felt Steve lean down next to my ear again and in a sexy whisper, he said, “Thank fuck, I thought he would never leave. Now we can have some real fun. You want that, don’t you, pig?” Why did my body respond to this man who had literally destroyed me? I had never been so turned on in my life, and this man just told me he was going to give me AIDS! What the hell is wrong with me? “You want it, I know you do,” he chuckled into my ear before he pushed himself back up to standing. “Are you ready for your first load of AIDS cum, pig?” he asked loudly. “Fuck yes! Give it to me!” I heard my own voice yelling. Fuck, I really am a sick fuck. Then again, I’d just been thinking he was a sick fuck, too, so maybe we were more compatible than I thought. I was so inexperienced with sex outside of vanilla, this was all so new and exciting, I couldn’t deny that I wanted to delve deeper. “Here it comes, fucking whore! Take my HIV! Take my AIDS!!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs as his balls erupted and blasted my shredded insides with scalding hot high viral cum. I’ll admit it stung like a bitch, but somehow I got a perverse thrill from that. I just didn’t know my own mind anymore. As his cum began to shoot into me, I felt my own cock going off below me as a pool of my semen spread out between me and the bench. I felt like such a pig. And I loved every second of it. Steve yanked his dick out of my ass, causing me to yell out in pain and shock. He stepped back and appeared to marvel at the mess he’d made of me. I glanced over my shoulder back at him and could see my reflection in a large mirror on the wall behind him. My entire backside and the backs of my legs were streaked with blood. I hadn’t just gotten a tiny tear. I was bleeding. Not gushing or requiring medical attention. I don’t think, anyway. But there was an alarming amount of blood. “We’re off to a good start, pig,” Steve told me, sounding kind of proud and not nearly as scary as he had before. “You up for it?” I really didn’t want to be up for it. I really thought I should say something like, “Go fuck yourself you sick fuck!” and take my damaged ass to the nearest hospital for some stitches and some PEP. That’s not what I said, though.

The city lights shone bright around them, the noise of traffic drifting up from the streets, and the wind swirled across the rooftop. “What do you sense?” asked the younger man. “Peril” growled the older one. “It’s strong.” “Where?” said his apprentice. “I…I don’t know, but it feels close.” They looked out across the city in silence, the younger man allowing his master to focus. “He’s blocking me” the older man said. “The Doctor?” asked his apprentice. “Yes” said his caped master. “Which means…oh no!” The man swirled round and jammed his rod into the ground. “What?!” asked his apprentice. “What does it mean?” “The frat house” growled the older man, before bending his knees, looking up into the sky, and shooting upwards towards the stars and swirling away in the direction of the campus. “Oh fuck” said the younger man, racing towards the door of the roof. —— “I dunno man” said Chad. “I thought we weren’t supposed to take anything.” “It’s just one little pill” said Mike. “What harm can it do?” “I suppose” said Chad. “But what if they find out?” “How will they know?” asked Mike, smirking. Chad shrugged, and studied the tablet in his hand. He then reached for the bottle of water Mike and given him, unscrewed the lid, and went to place the pill in his mouth. At that moment the bedroom window blew in, and Chad recoiled under the barrage of wood and glass. As the dust settled, he looked up to see the caped pozsader himself, Virus. “Where is he?!” Virus demanded of the cowering pledge. “Who?” Chad meekly responded. “The one who gave you that pill.” “He…” Chad began, before realising there was no sign of Mike. “He was just here.” “What did he look like?” demanded the superhero. “He, er, was tall and blond with curly hair” Chad said. “Damn” said Virus. “Wh…wh…what?” asked the hunky pledge. “Never you mind” sighed the superhero. “Just a nemesis up to his old tricks again.” At that moment the door burst open, and four of the senior frat members rushed into the room. “Holy fuck man!” said one of them, looking around the room. “What are you doing here Vi?” asked one of the others. “Gents” said Virus, giving them a nod. “You had a visit from Dr Prep it seems. Was trying to entice this one.” The four frat members darted their heads towards Chad, glaring at him. “What gives man?” said the first one. “I’m sorry…” said Chad, wringing his hands together. “He said I would have a better time if I took it.” “Men” said the superhero, “don’t blame him. The Doctor has found a way to disguise himself again. This boy had no way of knowing.” “Still…” said the second one, still glaring at Chad. “Thank fuck you got here in time.” “Indeed” said the hero. “But I would suggest you get on with the task in hand, and keep your wits about you.” “Yes sir!” the four frat members said in unison, before grappling Chad off the floor and hauling him out of the room. The superhero walked over to the obliterated window and looked out, surveying the quiet campus street where Rho-Omicron-Zeta’s sprawling frat house was located. He knew that somewhere out there Dr Prep was planning his next move, working on his next dastardly plan, plotting and scheming to re-make the world to his liking. Somehow, somewhere, Virus had to stop him, once and for all. He lifted his arm up to his mouth and pressed a hidden button. “Gift, stand down” he said. “He got away.” “Roger” replied his apprentice. “Did you get there in time?” “I did, but someday I might not” he said, with a sigh. “Meet you back at the house.” He lowered his arm and then began to climb onto the shattered window frame. As he did, he heard the unmistakable sounds of the conversion starting next door, and felt a surge of power run through him as Chad began his ascension to The HIVe. Despite his nemesis having got away, Virus could not help but smile. —— From the deck of his boat way out in the harbour, Dr Prep watched the unmistakable silhouette of the city’s unsung superhero shooting across the sky. “I got so close this time” he growled. “But one day I’ll do it, and your destruction will begin. Just you wait Virus, just you wait…” Stay tuned for the next chapter…

This afternoon. Just north of London. Had a 3sum and one load shot into my arse. Lovely

My guess would be that NC and SC have enacted similar legislation requiring age verification on porn sites and are now caught up in this. In fact, if you read the title of this thread, it says "and NC soon" - meaning that it would be blocked once the NC law went into effect. Until legislatures stop passing unconstitutional* bills that require people to identify themselves in order to access a website, this will continue to happen for more and more states. *I say unconstitutional because it's settled law** that the First Amendment prohibits the government from forcing people to identify themselves in order to access legal content.

Thanks for the hugs they're always nice though I'm pretty sure there are plenty wiser than me around. I am pragmatic about things, you learn to be otherwise things drown you. Here I can discuss things frankly. I am HIV positive. Just those four words can change how everyone in a room responds to you, forever. One of the biggest obstacles to removing the stigma of HIV infection is this response. People have been conditioned by decades of misinformation and misunderstanding. They look at you, and treat you, because of something you did. Not because of something that happened to you. Don't get me wrong, I have embraced and indulged in the fetish side of things. I genuinely think that side has been a big help in me accepting my status. It is just really important to see that separation between some temporary enjoyment and harsh light reality. I don't want to curb anyone's fun. I just want to help open some eyes along the way.

Reservations were basically Concentration Camps She's also trying to save her own ass in the face of a possible heavy defeat in her own state. After hearing the usual demented ranting about the Civil War by that pustulant load of burnt doghair turd (Congealed Fat Mountain) the other day, it's strikingly disgracefully obvious that none of that rabble have the slightest clue about a tragedy that killed 600,000 Americans.

I am grateful for the invitation to look at your 'record' on Native American issues, and am happy to report that, I think, you do acknowledge the plight of the Native Americans and the truth of the Americas. Indeed as you rightly state, ever non Native-American is an immigrant in this beautiful continent.

I always loved being fucked alongside another bottom bud, sharing the agony and ecstasy of being bred together [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/super-hot-bareback-gay-orgy-gaytv-14248352

For guys who are into their sons or dads or brothers, it's really intense to experience it. Being with my brother when we weren't kids anymore, it became really having sex! And our dad, well....

Love this!

Today, here in Australia... a great Friday lunchtime fuck. One of my favourite local young tops (24yo, muscle, big cock, always horny) messaged me to say hi. Then the conversation went: what are you doing today? working from home. yeah, me too. want to fuck? yeah, what time. 12 at my place? Great, see you then. So, I went over, we got naked and he lay down so I could enjoy sucking him. His cock is always hard - I think I've never seen him soft lol For a while he held my head still and fucked my face... pushing his cock deep into my throat. I love it. After a while he stood up and slid into my ass, I was on all fours. He is such a great top - alternates sweet things like putting his arms around me and kissing my neck with really hard fucking, dominating my pussy and my whole body. He made it last as long as he could, but I could feel he was so close to cumming all the time 😉 Eventually he froze still with his strong arms locked around me, and I could feel the massive pulsing of his cock all the way from his balls against my ass through to deep inside me, pumping stream after stream of cum. Dressed and back to work with my hole full of his huge load, dripping. Wish we can do it every day!

Chapter 2. Regrets and birthdays Father's perspective What a sleepless night, remembering and regretting latest 20 years of my life: people I cared about the most were the ones disappointing me in the worst way! Or was it me, my head kept on spinning while I thought about what was happening in a few hours: my son turning 18 and that meant the end of the comfort zone I raised him into. I loved my boy as much as his mother, Sharon was the first person I pozzed up but the truth of our mistakes came out all at once and we had to face it all alone. "Damned President", she almost cried; "if he ever claims our boy..." "Mr. President's definitely an asshole, but don't accuse him of your failures", I replied even angrier. "All this mess is your fault! You gave birth to a useless negative! An electron, and the State will soon own him!" She reminded me about her decision not to register little Elias into the United State of Europe's database but my regret just increased: I should have let her breastfeed him, allowing the virus to pass through milk but I refused at that time, assuming Elias could make his choice once grown up and aware of everything. If we only knew President's real intentions back in 2029! When Bugdom town was founded I was so intrigued about a place where poz people could live without trouble: no stigma, no judgements, sex freedom without gender, race or orientation limit. All we liked had to be done, according to the campaign. And negs had no right to interact with us, unless they wanted a pozzing. Little we knew about the hidden condition as no one officially advertised it: "if neg kids were born from a poz couple, the State will raise them and at their 18th birthday a decade in the army is mandatory". At first I smiled: with 40 millions viral load in our blood, a neg baby was impossible, I thought. Until it actually happened! Sharon and I were discussing about this when we heard sounds coming from outside our door: can't be Elias, we were sure he was sleeping! So I got up from bed and, without bothering to get dressed, I grabbed my gun. I'm a cop, nothing scares me! But in a few seconds, sounds stopped. It was just an impression! Morning finally came and we drank a strong coffee, to overcome our exhaustion; Elias's 18th birthday had arrived and I had to wake him up, but the wall calendar gave me another news: Mr. President was turning 100 years old and he organized a ceremony which everyone was obliged to join. Sharon prepared our boy's breakfast with his daily pill next to his tea cup and I slowly approached his room's door. Pulling the handle caused a slight squeaking sound and I heard my son moving on his bed. "Wake up", I told him moving closer; "and happy birthday my love!" "Thanks dad", he said, his head pressed against the pillow. His young, slim body was lying on a side, out of the covers. Naked, with his ass facing me! I closed the room's door and sat next to him, my hand few centimeters from his ass cheeks. "You look upset, little Eli, what's the matter?" "I have... I don't know its name but take a look..." His hand pointing to the sheet, I immediately noticed the cum stain and smiled: "boy, there are many things I have to teach you from this moment on; but first, let's have breakfast then we listen to the president's speech." "I wasted the life generator, again, I know I shouldn't..." "That's useless neg cum", I wanted to say, but kept quiet not to take many steps in little time. So sweet and naive, my little Elias; I grabbed his arms and turned him around, on his back. His hairy chest and legs didn't fit well with his boyish innocence, so I caressed him gently. "All this fur must go away", I told him and ignored his protests. "I'll shave you completely and then..." "You promised that I became a man at 18! And I could talk about sex! But men have hair..." "Shut up", I commanded; "do what I say or you'll end up in the cage." [to be continued]

OK, so everything that follows are estimates because when I was young I was reckless. I'm not looking for affirmation and I don't care about condemnation; but facts are facts and I was dumb in the way I behaved. More on that later. I was dignosed in 2018. I went in with pneumonia, stayed for a month in isolation while they got that under control before they could start my HIV regimen of meds. The consultant who came to see me was, and I cannot stress this enough, fantastic. They laid everything out straight for me because unlike me they were definitely the expert. Almost ironically the thing that stopped me dying was the fact that I have always been fit and healthy. I am active always enjoyed the outdoors and sports. This meant I responded well to treatment, and I was lucky. I almost never get colds, rarely feel off for more than a day or two if I do. Because of this its next to impossible to guess accurately when I seroconverted but the consultant gave a broad estimate of between 5 and 10 years. This is because my CD4 was below 20 when I ended up being carried in. In modern terms, I fucked around and found out. The thing is when I was fucking around I was untested which is why things ran the course they did and that put others at risk that I was oblivious to. TBH whoever infected me was probably unaware too. That's a guess of course because I'll never know. But what is true is that I was clearly active and positive for several years before things came to light. Like I said, I don't care about judgement or reassurrance. I did what I did and there's no going back. After 5 years and not a single missed dose I am in a good place. I'm back to as normal as I can be. I enjoy myself and live my life my way. Now, however, I am much more aware of how everyone is responsible for their actions and how those will effect those around us. Fantasy is great. Fetishisation can be fun. Reality hits hard.

Why wouldn’t they see it as reason to do so? You explicitly told them they should, in advance, and why. Why would you expect them not to take you at your word? You’re essentially saying, “If I say stop, don’t stop.” If you know that you will likely turn around and say “I changed my mind, I really do want you to stop,” then you had no business saying what you did in the first place. You need to realize that any propensity to call off a fuck-in-progress is going to be viewed as a significant demerit in a bottom in the eyes of most Tops, and can only work to your disadvantage if you want to be successful in bottoming. Rather than being concerned about whether Tops will stop when you tell them, you might be better served to focus on ways of either preventing the premature ejaculation, or overcoming the desire for them to stop.

Neg bb bottom here. Pretty much a cumdump and not on prep. Though I do test twice a year. I only do poppers.

I took a deep inhale of my third cigarette in a row, while continuing to stare dumbfounded at my phone. Facebook, Instagram, WhatsApp groups - all had been used to communicate to my nearest and dearest what I had become. It must have been so early on in the night that he had managed to unlock it by pointing it at my face without me knowing, given how long the pictures had been up. I had deleted them of course, but the damage was done. The vitriol in the messages and comments made it clear that people had seen it, and they were not amused. No more need to break up with Sarah, she was well aware of what I now was. Probably no need to get involved with the normally complicated planning of the family Christmas gathering, as I doubt any of them would want me there around my nieces and nephews. Unlikely to be many more drinks with the guys. Doubtful I would play football with that particular club again. Even if not everyone I was connected to had seen the graphic images, they would certainly hear about them. At least, for now, nothing related to my job seemed to have been affected. "I can't believe you did this to me" I quietly said to the pierced guy and his partner, before taking another deep draw on my cigarette. "Yeah, well, now you won't have any distractions getting in the way of servicing the many men who will want a piece of you" said the pierced guy, although I detected a slight hesitance in his voice. I was not convinced he had known his partner was going to do this. "You've destroyed my life" I said, a bit more firmly. "Your old life" the partner said. "That's not who you are anymore." "Fuck you" I replied. "That was for me to decide, not you." "Oh, he's finally growing a pair" replied the partner, sneering at me. "Bit late now though. If you'd shown you had a spine before now I might have reconsidered." Man, I had misjudged these two. Or at least the partner. I knew they were pushing me into things fast, but I never detected any malice before now. "Come on" said the pierced guy, quite gently. "We'll take you home. I think you've had enough for tonight." I was now convinced he hadn't played a part in what his partner had done. I looked at him, and then nodded. "Just you though" I said. "I'm done with your friend here." His partner sneered at me, but the pierced guy looked at him and nodded. The partner looked between the two of us, and then went back inside in a bit of a huff. "I'm sorry" said the pierced guy. "I didn't know he was going to do that." "Yeah, I figured" I replied. "I'm ruined." "You're not ruined" he said. "If your friends and family love you, they'll come around." "After I've apparently sent them graphic photos and videos of me getting gangbanged?" I responded. "Yeah" he sighed, "perhaps not." We stood looking at one another for a moment, and then he put his hand on my shoulder and encouraged me back inside. I got out of the restraints, and put my clothes and bling back on. From the sounds of it there was still plenty going on downstairs, but we slipped back outside and walked back to the car. "Where's home?" he asked. "Clapham" I replied. "But you can drop me off at a station or something." "No, that's OK" he said. "I think I owe you at least a chauffeur-driven ride home." The drive back was near silent. I mostly just stared out the window, losing myself in an increasingly panicked cycle of thoughts about what had happened and what was to follow. Sensing my deteriorating state of mind, shortly after setting out the pierced guy had pulled over, taken my phone out of my hands, put it on night mode and then handed it back, all without speaking. Thereafter I just watched the world go by, lost in my thoughts. Eventually we got back to the quiet street where Sarah and I rented an upstairs flat in a terraced house. Rather than just stopping and letting me out, he parked the car in a rare space and then sat for a moment. "Do you want to come in?" I eventually asked. Strangely, now that we were here, I felt like I needed company to stave off the panic. "Is that what you want?" he responded. "Yes" I stated. "Your partner is a cunt for what he has done to me, but you didn't know about that. Right now I don't think I want to be alone." "OK" he said, before opening the car door and climbing out. I did the same, lighting up a cigarette once I was on the pavement. We waited for a couple of minutes for me to quickly finish it, then I stubbed it out and plonked the butt into our wheelie bin. I then let us in, and we went upstairs. How things had changed since I was last there. I looked around at almost a living museum of the life I had led before the weekend. It wasn't really who I was, I knew that even while going along with it, but it was definitely a thing of the past now. I figured I would have to start the process of moving out the next day, although to go where I had no idea. I doubted I would have many offers of a spare room or sofa. "Would you like a drink?" I asked him, putting those thoughts aside for now.. "Are we here to drink?" he replied, after a pause. "I guess not" I said. Without any further words, I turned off the lights I had just switched on, and headed into the bedroom. He followed me in, and within a few minutes I was face down on the bed with his pierced cock once again buried deep up my hole. Sunday would be hell. Sunday would be the fallout. Sunday would be the first day of whatever life I was now going to be leading. But for now, I closed my eyes and just accepted my fate.

It was quite early in my sex experience. After a while of topping i wanted to try bottoming, and had quite a few hookups as a bottom. It felt great! I was strict on always using condoms though. But it was this one time, I remember it well. He had a super hot profile pic on Grindr, and straight to the matter when chatting. I remember his apartment too, and his bedroom with large windows ith view to the street outside his flat. I asked him if he had a condom, and he said "sure". We got naked, started kissing, and soon he was on top of me. He was so handsome, and made me really horny. Then he suddenly asked "Sure you need a condom?" I was baffled by the question, since i assumed it was already decided. "Its a thousand times better without it..." Sounded like he gave me a choice - but really, who says no to something thats a thousand times better? So I went with it, and he fucked me hard, lying sideways on the bed. All RAW. Before he shot his load inside me he said "Im cumming soon. Filling you up with my sperm". Then he fucked harder and rougher and came inside my ass. Looking back - I was a virgin until that point. Condom sex isnt sex, and have you first tried sweaty, RAW breeding its no way back. Never touched a condom ever since.

Not quite sure how to answer the question… I had my first sexual experience in 1990 at the height of the AIDS crisis. I was pretty adamant about using condoms 'cause getting HIV was a literal death sentence back then. BUT I'd often do 2-3 strokes raw and then put on the condom. But I'm not sure 2-3 strokes counts as bareback sex when you then put on a condom. In terms of zero condom sex it was definitely unplanned. There was this guy I hooked up with (in either 1990 or 1991) who was a trainer at one of the gyms in Hells Kitchen (so great body). I fucked him with a condom (and probably did the 2-3 strokes of raw), then he fucked me (I was pretty vers back then). He probably started with a few strokes of raw, then he resisted putting on a condom when I asked him to rubber up. I was pretty nervous and kept asking him to put one on. He kept saying he'd pull out before he came. Then he pulled out and came like a 1/2 second later. In hindsight I probably got part of his load in my ass. I was pretty furious with him and left. In terms of intentionally going bareback I didn't do that until a few years later (1995). I had this rebound relationship right after my lover died of AIDS and the guy was a voracious bottom who talked me into going raw. We both got tested and then after that never used condoms. I loved the sensation of fucking him raw after all those years of condoms and basically dumped as many loads as I could in his ass the months we were together. When we broke up and I started hitting the bathhouses again it was really hard to rubber up since bareback felt so much better and more and more I found myself fucking anonymous cumdumps raw.

Just started taking to young guy, recently converted, wants to fuck my neg hole. His profile says bottom-vers, looks like the bug is telling him it wants to spread. I have been a bottom for years, now that it looks like I might get infected, my dick is starting to get hard, I want to spread it.

CHAPTER THREE The room was practically spinning the way my mind was whirling. It was like I was in some strange nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from. All I’d done was come over to Dan’s for a little fun. And somehow I ended up locked in a sex dungeon with a man who was intent on giving me AIDS. What the fuck? What’s worse, I knew in some part of my mind, a part that I never wanted to acknowledge, that I had enjoyed what Steve did to me. He was so determined, so Alpha, so twisted . . . and so damn HOT! My cock was throbbing out in front of me as I stood there thinking. Steve was standing, patiently waiting for me to answer his question -but was I really up for more? He started cackling again as my cock throbbed mid-air while my mind relived the exciting moments when he raped his toxic cum into my ass. Dammit! Why did that have to turn me on so much? “Looks like I got my answer, faggot,” he told me, taking me by the arm and leading me over to a sling that hung from the ceiling on the opposite side of the room. I was basically zoned out, going along with him as he led me to my ultimate demise. I was powerless to stop him. But seeing his enormous cock engorging with blood right before my eyes, I knew that I had no reason to stop him. He was freeing me. I’d always resisted myself, my own natural inclinations. Always trying to keep myself in a box. And now Steve was breaking down the walls and setting me free. My stomach began to do flips, but this time it wasn’t from nerves. This was pure excitement. With the realization that he was doing me a big favor, the fog cleared from my mind and I became completely present in the moment -and I no longer felt panic. “Let’s do this,” I said to him, unable to control my smile. How being AIDS raped could make me this happy, I’ll never know. But this was the best I’d ever felt in my life. I was being true to myself, and the real me wanted to be a cumdump bugged up fag. As Steve strapped my legs up in the sling, I could see the streaks of cum and blood that had trickled out of my busted open hole. It was all down my inner thighs, and it did nothing to my libido except perhaps super-charge it. Used to be the sight of my own blood brought on panic -especially the thought of it come from my own asshole. But ever since I got Steve’s butt-destroyer in me, along with his seed, the sight of my blood reminded me that it was another step in the process. I needed my hole to be destroyed, and Steve was going to be the one to do it. “What are you thinking about, faggot?” he asked. “Looks to me like you’ve accepted your fate. Or accepted that this is what you were meant to be in the first place.” “I was just thinking how right this feels. I need this. I need you to own my ass and use it any way you want.” I was practically pleading with him to continue using me, which, I guess I was. I didn’t want him to stop until my hole no longer resembled my hole. I wanted to be gaping, destroyed, gushing toxic cum, and oozing a little blood so that I knew his potency was getting right into my bloodstream. “Own your ass, huh? Well, if that’s what you want . . . you know when a man owns another man’s ass, he can do whatever he wants with it,” he prompted. “Even find other men to use it. You up for that, pig? You ready to be a cum slut for me? I’ll be your Daddy, but you will be committed to me and do exactly as I say. You want that?” I was so horned up by this point, all I cared about was getting something shoved up my ass again. So I answered him with the only possible answer - “Yes! Own my ass! Please, just fuck me again, I need your cum in me again!” Steve didn’t waste anymore time. He laughed at my desperation, but immediately began to slide his monster meat back into my torn hole. It still hurt and still stretched me beyond capacity, but I finally felt right again as I felt his pubes scratching against my butt cheeks. “Aah, that’s better,” I sighed. “I love feeling this stuffed full of dick,” I moaned. Steve laughed at me again, and leaned back as he drove his hips forward. He worked up to a steady fuck pace and it felt like heaven. I grunted and moaned every time he slammed forward, busting through my second ring time and time again. But I was loving ever second of it. “You think this is being stuffed, faggot, I’ll get you stretched more than you ever imagined,” he told me. “I’ve got a friend I know would love a crack at this ass, and his dick is as big as mine. How about you take us both in you at the same time,” he suggest and he began to power fuck me. I knew he was working up to his orgasm again and I wanted his seed so badly I ignored his suggestion that he and his friend try and get in me simultaneously -as if that would ever happen! There is no way my body could accommodate that! “Oh god, cum in me,” I moaned. “Please, give me your load!” I begged. “I’m so glad you came around to my way of thinking, Pig,” Steve said. “While I do love when a slut puts up a little fight, hearing you submit to me completely is music to my ears. Now hold on while I give you another load.” Steve slammed into my ass for another few minutes and it was intense. The chains on the sling were rattling, we were both grunting like pigs, and sweating like pigs, too. The basement stank of sex, sweat and cum, only adding to the overall mood. Finally Steve roared as he held himself as deep as he could go, and I felt his dick throbbing out his load into my shredded guts. I never wanted that moment to end. How could I feel such strong emotions for this man after what he’d done to me? I honestly wanted to tell him that I loved him -stupid, I know. But he’d freed me and given me a gift. I knew that’s what it was now. We were bonded for life -how could I not think I was feeling love? On some level, at least. “You look like you’re falling in love with me, faggot,” he commented, still standing buried balls-deep in my trashed hole. “It’s okay, it happens when a pig like you finally learns his place at my hand.” Then he slowly began to withdraw from my hole and when I felt cold air rush into my gaping ass, I knew he was all the way out. Steve went to a set of shelves with a bunch of toys on it and selected a large butt plug, which he promptly shoved into my hole with very little resistance. It still stung, but it wasn’t unbearable. “There, gotta keep my baby batter in there to do it’s job on you,” he chuckled, giving the plug a firm slap just so I felt it. “I am getting you pregnant, after all.” He unfastened the straps and let me out of the sling so that I could get some blood into my extremities, and I was grateful for the plug, otherwise a stream of Steve’s cum and my blood would be flowing down my legs again and I really did want to keep his seed it me. I knew that’s where it belonged. And that realization made me accept the situation completely. When I started up with Dan and wanted to be a cumdump, I hadn’t fully accepted that. Not entirely. Now I had accepted it, and I knew that my ass is where men’s seed belongs -any and all men. I didn’t care who they were or what kind of bugs they have -I wanted it ALL. Standing there while he took quick glances as if assessing me, I reached down and began wiping the slick mess of cum and blood from my legs and slowly brought my hand to my mouth. I didn’t want a drop if his precious cum to be wasted. While I took my time wiping and licking it all up, Steve had retrieved his phone and was texting someone -likely that friend he talked about. Finally, all of the cum had been eaten, and Steve seemed finished with his phone for the time being. “I need more cum, Steve,” I admitted, my voice a little shaky as I felt so vulnerable putting a voice to my urgent hunger. “A lot more.” Surprisingly, Steve didn’t laugh at me as I’d expected. For the first time since we’d met, he actually looked at me affectionately as he reached down and took my face in my hands, before pulling me into a very passionate, wet and sloppy kiss. “I think I might fall for you, too,” he whispered when he pulled away. “That doesn’t mean I won’t get every dick possible to use that fucking faggot hole of yours.” “Good, because that’s what I want,” I assured him. “That’s what I need, Steve.” I was a junkie needing another fix. Both completely naked, we walked upstairs and took a break to have a couple of drinks. Steve was surprisingly attentive, making sure I drank a glass of water to stay hydrated before he would allow me any alcohol. We had two gin and tonics, the gin helping dull the slight sting and pain still radiating from my ass. I couldn’t believe I still wanted to be fucked knowing the condition my hole was in -and feeling the almost constant reminder with the large plug prodding all of the damaged areas every time I moved. As we sat side by side on the sofa, which he’d draped with a rubber sheet to keep all of our sex mess contained, we actually talked. “I knew that first day I saw you sneaking in and out of Dan’s house that you were going to be my pig,” Steve told me. “I just felt it and I knew that you would feel it too, once you had me inside you. Do you really want to be my pig? For me to own you?” I couldn’t help the longing I felt when I looked at him. It was a pull that I couldn’t control, or deny. I felt it, and it was real. So why deny it? “I’m sure, Steve. I’ve never been more sure. As long as you can use me like you talked about, I need it. I’m all yours.” He smiled as he stared into my eyes. “I already texted some friends of mine to come over and help me finish getting you well and truly pregnant, so I hope you mean that.” “I do, Steve. If that’s what you want of me, I’ll do anything you want. I promise.” I felt a weird desperation to prove to him that I was willing to follow any directive he gave me. Steve sat back against the rubber sheet and threw a thin arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his bony side. “That’s good. They’ll be here soon. Tonight, you will take all of the loads and dicks we can find for you, no matter what. And after that, you’ll stay with me. I’ll use you a lot, you know. My viral load only keeps climbing higher and higher each day. So we will get you knocked up. You’re going to get sick, you realize that, right?” I was nodding my head, feeling sick in my stomach, but my heart was pounding and my dick throbbing. Even though this was frighteningly extreme, I could not deny that I wanted to do it with him. All of it. “I know, Steve. But I’ll do whatever you want me to. I’ve never felt this good in my life. So even if I can only have a few months of this . . . depravity . . . I’d rather have that than a whole lifetime of feeling suffocated trying to pretend I’m someone I’m not,” I told him in earnest. He leaned closer and kissed my cheek. “I’m going to love killing you,” he whispered in my ear. “You will die from all that I’m going to do to you. Well, I’ll probably go before you do,” he chuckled, sounding completely at ease with the notion of his death. He’d accepted his circumstances and was making the absolute most of the time he has. Probably better than most people do in those situations. “What will happen to me if you . . . if you die before me?” I asked, suddenly really unsure. I loved the idea of living my life with him, to serve as his personal cum whore, but once he’s gone? I can’t go back to my ‘normal’ life after that. Especially if I waste away like he is. The people in that life wouldn’t know how to accept me. “I’ll pass you on to one of my bugged-up buddies to continue my work until you die,” he told me, so matter-of-fact it was almost as if we weren’t talking about my probably-horrific demise. Before I could say anything else, Steve sucked in a deep breath and began pulling me onto his lap, where I noticed he was rock hard again. “Until then, we are going to spend an obscene amount of time with my big cock up your tight faggot hole,” he told me, reaching behind to take hold of the plug in my ass. Just as he was about to yank it out, the doorbell rang. Steve carefully lifted me off of his lap and then I was standing in front of him. “That’ll be my friends. Go let them in -and don’t bother trying to cover yourself up. They’re all going to know every inch of you before they’re done with you, anyway. Not to mention, you’ll be carrying several other strains in your faggot ass, too. No medications will work on a few of my buddies, so you’re in for a treat,” he laughed as he spun me around and swatted my ass to get me in motion to the front door. I stood in front of the door for only a second, gulped over a lump in my throat, knowing that once I opened that door, there really would be no going back. From this point on, the remainder of my lifetime will be spent in servitude of men’s cocks. Every moment of every day will revolve around getting fucked and bred like the most disgusting cock whore imaginable. My body will be flooded with so many viruses and bugs that I know Steve won’t allow me to get treatment for. My body will be overcome. I will become a petri dish for a new breed of virus, a combination of all of these powerful and lethal strains, all mixing in my body, morphing my DNA into something unimaginable. Something that will eventually mean my end. I opened the door. THE END ? (AND A NEW BEGINNING!)

Sorry for the delay in keeping this storyline going... There's probably one or two chapters left to wrap this up... Chapter V. My boy and I had an evening full of taking cock and cum. I was glad to know that we were still within the safe zone of PrEP-protection, even though I hadn’t taken a pill in two or three days, and we had just a few left between us. The crazy thing is that taking raw, possibly POZ cock together somehow brought us closer than we’d been in a long time. It was like we were both ready to embrace a pigginess together that we used to share only with casual hook-ups. We were past the point of being judgey with one another, and knew it turn the other on to see us sharing our holes with other guys. I lost count of how many cocks and loads were up our asses that night. When we collapsed into our own bed, the sun was just starting to rise, we fell asleep sticky, leaking seed, me still stuffed with the pig hole plug, and wrapped around each other. We woke up around noon to the sound of someone whistling in the kitchen downstairs. I reached around looking for a pair of briefs, and gave up. My boy laughed at me saying that whoever was in our kitchen had probably already fucked us both, so there was no need to cover up. Mack was standing at our, well his, stove frying eggs and bacon. He was naked except for an apron, temporarily hiding that massive cock. He told us that he was hoping to surprise us with breakfast in bed, and that he’d hope he’d let him fuck us both after eating something. We smiled, and I noted that the mound of his hefty cock was growing under his apron. We sat down at the table to eat, and Mack told us that he was so glad we were there. He told us that he had met Will a few summers ago, right after he had converted. In those days, there was no way to be undetectable, so he was probably the guy who POZZED Will, who probably POZZED HUNG DAD, who probably POZZED Jimmy. Between the three of them, they had started a little epidemic in this small town. More than a few out gay farmers and ranchers had converted, and so had a few straight ones who were taking POZ dick on the side… Mack told us to take all the dick and all the loads we wanted, but only if we knew that there was a good chance we’d convert too. I suspected that he, like Will, had gone through the medicine cabinet and seen our nearly empty bottle of little blue pills. This whole time, my boy’s mouth hung open. I think he was actually starting to drool. Mack collected the dishes, his cock now standing at attention under the apron. My boy crawled across the kitchen floor and put his head under the apron, swallowing Mack’s huge cock to the root. Watching my boy’s head bob back and forth under that apron made me as hard as I’ve ever been. Mack pulled the apron off and my boy kept gagging on his dick. I had to join him, and we kissed as we slobbered all over Mack’s cock. I pulled off and ate my boy’s ass out, getting it nice, open, and wet for Mack’s raw attack that was about to come. I worked a few fingers in and was rewarded with globs of last night’s seed. Mack pulled out of my boy’s mouth and slid into that wet ass as gently as his thick cock would allow. My boy grunted and pushed back on it, his face on the cool tiles, his ass upturned. I stood, jerking off to the hot scene, as Mack wrapped a thin arm around me and leaned forward to kiss me. Mack pushed me towards my boy’s mouth and suggested I let him eat my hole for a bit, and maybe he’d fuck me too. So, like good boys, we followed his directions and my boy got my ass prepared for raw fucking too. Mack pummeled my boy for a bit longer and then slammed into my boy’s ass, holding still, most likely seeding him. Mack pulled his dripping cock out and then slid into me, bending over the kitchen counter. He fucked me gently for a few minutes before getting more and more winded, finally unloading and breeding me deeply. He stayed with his arms wrapped around me until his softening dick slid right out, followed by a stream of cum, his fresh seed churned up with last night’s. My boy lapped up the puddle forming under me off of the tile floor. We took a few minutes to recover and had a cup of coffee together. Without showering, Mack suggested that he and I go to the hardware store to pick up a few things for the house. ‘You’re good and lubed up for whatever trouble we can find at the shop…’ Mack winked at my boy and told him, ‘You can probably entertain yourself until we get back… Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to entertain your boy…’ Mack pulled his cutoffs and a grimy tank on. I imagine they once fit snugly, but now they hung loosely from his boney shoulders and hips. His big dick looked delicious as it snaked down his left leg, just barely poking out of the bottom, still shiny with cum and ass juice. I ran upstairs and grabbed some shorts, pulling them on as I raced back down the stairs. My boy was already gone, I assumed to Will’s house for some more dick. We hopped in Mack’s truck and drove to the hardware store. When we got there, Mack led me inside. I could swear he was cruising, or showing me off to the contractors and do-it-yourselfers walking through the aisles. When Mack ran into a buddy, he’d elbow me, whispering, ‘I converted him like ten years ago…’ or ‘Tagged that guy a few times over the past few summers. Took Will to convert him though…’ I had no idea that so many men in the area were POZ. Most of them nodded or smiled, some gave Mack a gentle hug. We came across and handsome guy in his late 20s. Mack whispered, ‘Fresh meat. Follow my lead…’ He introduced himself and me to the guy, Steve. We shook hands. Turns out that Steve had just moved out of the city with his wife and new kid. Mack asked if he missed the action of the city. Steve smiled and said sure. Mack reached down and pulled his shorts up a bit so his cock was poking out even further. Steve gasped, and stared, unable to pull away. Mack leaned in, ‘I know where you can get some action right now. Follow me.’ It was definitely an order, and Mack just started walking to the back of the store. He was so confident that Steve would abandon his cart and just follow that he didn’t even turn around to check. Naturally, Steve and I followed. Mack led us to the back of the store and into an unmarked door. It was a broom closet with a wooden partition in it. I snickered when I saw that the partition had a gloryhole cut in just the right spot. Mack walked to the far side of the room, dropped his shorts, and stuck his cock through the hole. Steve was mesmerized, and dropped to his knees, licking around Mack’s head and shaft. He fished his own hardening cock out of his chinos and I lowered my shorts. I rubbed Steve’s shoulders and pulled off his polo. I stood him up with his ass up as he started to deepthroat Mack’s cock, now shiny and slick with spit. I knelt behind Steve and dove into his ass, lapping his hairy hole. It was furry but clean as a whistle. I slobbered all over it, opening him up with my fingers. I slapped my dick on his crack, and he thrust his ass up, arching his back, like a well-trained bottom slut. I was now leaking precum and slid into his raw hole. There’s nothing better than sliding into a stranger’s bare ass. Steve grabbed the partition and let Mack skull fuck his eager mouth. I pistoned into him and he winced as I slid in with more hammering force. I took a swipe at my own ass, leaking Mack’s morning seed, and smeared it onto my cock without pulling all the way back. I drove into him, savoring the squelching sound now coming out of his ass with each thrust. I was about to lose my load, and leaned forward to hiss in Steve’s ear, ‘You want my load?’ He nodded yes and grunted approval without pulling off of Mack’s cock. I rammed my hips forward shooting my cum into his ass. I figured I gave him the option, so it was fine, no guilt on m part. Steve slid forward, turned around, and shoved his cummy hole up to the gloryhole. I knew Mack had entered him my the silent contortions on Steve’s face. He leaned forward, ass still squarely on the hole, and grasped his knees. I fed him my cock to clean and he licked my tenderly as Mack plowed away. Steve’s grunts gradually became more and more of a whimer. I knew we’d worn out his hole and Mack rewarded his energy by firing off a big POZ load into his ass. Steve pulled off like a pro and cleaned Mack’s cock off too. Steve grabbed his phone out of his pocket and handed it to me for my number. I typed it in, and he sent me a text. My phone buzzed twice actually, as Mack was putting his own number into Steve’s phone, I read a text from my boy. ‘WILL AND HUNG DAD ARE PLANNING SOME ANON FUN FOR MY HOLE TODAY. CUM JOIN. WILL’S PLACE. WALK IN, DUMP A LOAD, AND LEAVE. DON’T TELL ME WHEN IT’S YOU. XX I read it aloud to Steve and Mack and they smiled. I had a feeling we’d see Steve again later that day. Mack must have loved knowing that he was the founder of a line of sluts in this small town. We chatted as we finished grabbing supplies and drove back to the house. He told me he was going to miss it all, and that this would likely be his last summer… I realized he didn’t mean at the country house; He meant ever… I let that sink in in silence as we approached the house. We carried the bags into the kitchen, and I gave him a big bear hug. ‘No time to get emotional. Your boy needs his hole filled…’ We headed over to Will’s to see what trouble had found my boy. To be continued…

So Names first as the story continues. I'm Kevin and my buddy I mentioned is Jason. So after getting pozzed and making love Jason and I moved in together and while we certainly enjoyed fucking each other what we really wanted to do was share our special poz seen with other neg boys. As luck would have it wasn't long before we met our first candidate. His name was Yousef and he was middle eastern, slender, with mostly fair skin with just a touch of olive and as it turned out very smooth. We had a class with Yousef and he had come over to study one night and in the course of talking after we were done studying and were having a few drinks we found out Yousef was gay and a virgin. It seems he was in the states only for college and that back home being found out as gay was essentially a death sentence. But now in the states he was hoping for at least a couple of years of closeted sexual freedom before returning to his monastic existence. So Jason and I "confess" to Yousef our own recent start as a gay couple (leaving out our poz status of course) and we tell him that we'd love to be an introduction to gay sex for him. To help things along we start showing him some gay porn and quickly we are all tenting our shorts and Jason and I begin stroking his cock through his shorts. One of us on each side of him kissing him and stroking him our hands sliding under the light fabric of his soccer shorts to find raw flesh. Yousef as you might imagine isin heaven and putty in our hands. It isn't long before all three of us are nude and Jason and I are taking turns sucking on Yousef's cock and balls. One of us deep throating his 7" cock and the other licking and sucking his balls. As you might imagine for a young guy who was a virgin Yousef is in heaven moaning and shaking with pleasure his cock leaking a veritable river of pre cum. Jason and I are silently going nuts as well because we know that we are going to fuck him and fuck him raw. The prospect of gifting a virgin with our seed has both of us horny beyond description. After giving him the blow job and ball sucking of his life while Jason works his cock I push his legs up spreading them wide and exposing his virgin cherry. I spend a moment looking at his tight virgin neg ass and nearly cum at the thought of what I'm going to do to him. I start by licking around the edge of his hole and then start working my tongue in and out working to open him up and lubing him with my spit. This is driving Yousef nuts as he's never felt anything like it before and at this point he's in total sub mode totally surrendering his body to us. I start working a finger into him gently at first and then roughly..insistently...like a cock fucking him and his moans become high pitched whimpers that indicate a mixture of pleasure and pain. I can't stand it anymore..I NEED to fuck him hard and deep. Yousef is laying on his back his legs spread and I l move atop him pinning him underneath me. I kiss him deeply for a minute rubbing my pre-cum leaking cock head up and down his crack. "I'm going to fuck you now Yousef" I tell him "It will probably hurt at first but just relax and you'll love it". "Yes Kevin please fuck me I need it so bad" he whimpers. I start pushing into him his virgin ass tight at first and tough to penetrate but then my head begins to open his ass up and I force my cock deep inside him.. As expected Yousef cries out as I enter him shaking and quivering and whimpering about the pain but I could care less. My poz dick is buried in a neg ass and I can already feel my load starting to boil deep inside my balls. I'm not making love to Yousef where I'd gently fuck his ass working to maximize his pleasure along with mine.. This is a fucking..a breeding and I fucking him hard and deep with each stroke. I can tell he's having a hard time taking my cock but I can also sense his pain slowly becoming pleasure. The intensity of it all is almost more than I can stand and I see Jason watching us intently gently stroking his own cock clearly eager for a shot at Yousef's ass. I start talking to Yousef.."Yeah man there my cock is in your ass...its what you always wanted isn't it...fuck man were gonna cum inside you..fill that ass with cum so that you can feel it leaking out..." Yes Kevin" he whimpers.."cum inside me please..." My balls are boiling and I sooo need to unload my poz spunk inside his neg fuck hole. I start driving harder working it deeper trying to create a path for the bug into his system. Then when I can't stand it any longer I bury my dick as deep in his smooth neg ass as possible and my load erupts inside him. I can feel the pulsing of my cock as jet after jet of poz cum fires deep into his ass. As soon as I'm done Jason is there taking my place fucking his own load into Yousef, Once were done we make him take turns licking our cocks clean sucking them dry ensuring he gets every drop of poz seed we can muster into him. Yousef ends up spending the night with us and lets say there wasn't much sleeping as his years of repressed sexual need were fully released. He fucked his last neg loads into our willing holes and we in turn fucked more of our special poz cum into his boy pussy. In the morning before we let him gest dressed I made sure to take another look at his no longer virgin hole. What had been tight was now open and gaping ready to take any cock that came its way.

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…

Christopher was really flying now. I positioned him on all fours so I could fuck him like a dog. He was loving every minute and every inch of my cock. We spent the rest of that day and well into the night with my cock inside him and my cum building up deep in his guts. With my bugs already flowing through his veins there was no doubt he was sure to be my poz son. As the sun began to peak through the blinds, Christopher began to come down from his high. I needed to get my ass ready and head to the office. We Christopher got in the shower with me and washed me down as the water hit us. I left him in my bed watching TV as I headed to work. The day dragged a bit as I was recovering from my party weekend. I kept thinking about the hot young boy I had waiting for me at home. My day was finally done and I arrived home to find my home well cleaned. Christopher was waiting for me with a nice meal cooking. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts that accentuated is slim frame very well. He came over and greeted me with a kiss. He asked me how my day was and if I wanted a drink before dinner and brought me a rum and coke. I sat down and he removed my shoes as I enjoyed my drink. He told me that dinner would be ready in about a half an hour. That was just enough time for me to see if this boys mouth was a hot as his ass. He got between my legs, loosened my belt and pulled my thickening cock from its confines. He licked the hardening shaft as I ran my fingers through his long hair. He opened his mouth and engulfed my hard prick. This boy was damn good at sucking cock. He kept up a good rhythm and had no difficulty working my tool into his throat. I didn’t last that long with his mouth and throat working my cock. Before I knew it he was swallowing my load. He served dinner and cleaned up right after we were done. We cuddled up on the couch to watch TV. He placed his head right in my lap. I couldn’t resist and soon had my cock in his mouth. Before he knew it he was taking my cock inside his ass again followed by my poz seed. We fell asleep with my cock inside Christopher. He loved being my boy and I was loving being his dad.

Dr Mike – biohazard and healer - Part 2 – My First Treatment from Dr Mike and Big Ben As I left Dr Mike’s office after my first appointment, his words kept ringing in my ears, “My cum is more toxic than you can imagine,” and I could not wait to let him take care of me. I took the Metro to Nathan’s apartment and he had just gotten off work and was waiting for me. He wanted to hear how my visit went, and when I told him what Dr. Mike said his dick got instantly hard, he pulled my pants down and spit fucked rough saying, “Yeah, make you nice and raw, get your ready for Dr Mike, he has got some fucked up toxic cum, now take mine, take mine.” That was how we spent the weekend, Nathan spit fucking or dry fucking me as rough as he could so my ass was nice and sore and full of his load so that come Monday, whatever Dr Mike gave me would take all the better. While I always enjoyed Nathan’s fuck and the thought of his dirty seed breeding me, I could not get my mind off Dr Mike. I woke up early Monday morning and when I showered, cleaned out too. Usually never a problem, but I wanted to be extra sure with Dr Mike. Nathan swung past by place on his way to his office just to give me some of his cum to, as he said, “Get you started right today.” He dry fucked me and made my asshole even more raw, red and tender, - the sadistic evil fucker. I got to Dr Mike’s about 10:00 a.m., and still had Nathan’s load in my ass. I was nervous as hell and part of me wanted to just go back home, but the poz cum craving pig in me kept going. So with a fresh bottle of poppers in my pocket, I knocked on the door to Dr. Mike’s office and waited. The floor his office was on seemed completely empty, and as I stood there I was starting to worry that Dr Mike had lied to me or I had the wrong day, or I don’t know what. I knocked again and was just thinking about leaving when I heard the locks turn. I let out a big sigh as Dr Mike opened the door and let me in. He was dressed casually in jeans and a polo shirt, gave me a big smile, shook my hand and said, “See you made it. Come on in, come on”, as he locked the door. He headed down the hallway in his office, past the exam rooms, to the far end into his personal office. Dr Mike’s office was like the rest of the building, old, a bit run down, nothing fancy. His desk was piled high with papers, books, and there were a couple chairs and a leather couch. “So, how are you feeling today?” Dr Mike asked me. “Umm, OK, fine, thanks.” I said. He replied, “You seem a bit nervous, are you? That’s OK, but no need to be nervous, I WILL take care of you just like I promised. Here, sit down in the chair, make yourself comfortable.” I nervously sat down, watched as he went behind his desk, he grabbed a file, came back around and sat down in the chair next to me. “OK, right,” he said as he smiled, “Yes, Nathan’s friend. So how is Nathan? He still fucking you?” I blushed, which he took as a yes and chuckled a little, “I see, well look, we are after hours so to speak and I tend to leave the office jargon behind, but I can say ‘intercourse’ if you prefer?” I said, “No, sorry, just umm a little shy I guess.” Dr Mike smiled, “No worries, like I told you, no need to be shy around me about anything and like I said, I want you to be honest with me and I will be totally honest with you. Now, get undressed. Yes, you heard me, get undressed and set your clothes on the floor by the end of the couch and then kneel on the floor here in front of me.” I stood up and did as Dr Mike asked. I piled my clothes on the floor then kneeled in front of him and looked up as he continued speaking. “Now, let’s see, right, as I said I think you have a very mild strain of HIV and do you remember what else I told you? Hmmm? I told you I was not going to jerk off all weekend and that I liked to unload in assess like yours that start out with mild strains. You know why?” I shook my head no, as Dr Mike said, “Because I like to hear you beg for my toxic cum and I will give it you if you want it, but you have to want. Do you want it? I can’t hear you, do you want it?” “Yes, I think so, yes,” I mumbled. “That’s OK for now you will want it later, but right now, before we go any further, we need to come to an agreement on something. You know what is?” Dr Mike asked. He continued, “We are going to agree that I promise to take care of you and you promise that you will accept and take whatever treatment program I prescribe without question, is that understood?” “Yes, I think so, yes,” I mumbled again and looked to the floor. Dr. Mike reached down, lifted my chin so my eyes met his, “You did a good job taking your first treatment by sucking old Hank’s herpes filled dicked and I know that cum tastes nasty – that means it was full of bug and venom – but we will wait to make sure it took before I mark that off your chart. Don’t you worry, this is my personal chart for you and yes, I have a nice list here in your chart of the treatments you will take and I will probably even add a few as we go along if you do what I say and please me well. Most guys don’t make it past our first treatment together as I expect obedience, and service, and no questions asked. I am the doctor, you are the patient, and I know best, understand?” “Yes….Sir…I understand,” I said. I then shifted a little on my knees as Dr Mike stood up, set the file in the chair and said, “Undress me.” I wanted to go right for his dick, but figured I better be patient, so I stood up, lifted his shirt off over his head, folded it and set it on the other chair. I then unfastened his belt, and his pants and as they dropped to the floor Dr Mike sat back down. I could see his huge bulge in his white Jockeys, but focused on the business at hand and next untied his shoes and slipped his pants off, then his socks, and then folded them and put them on the chair as well. “Kneel,” Dr Mike said in a firm voice, so I got back on my knees, Dr Mike stood up with his crotch just inches from my face. “Now lick it,” he said. Lick what? He still had his underwear on, so I started licking his bulge through the underwear, making little spit stains as I did. My mouth was feeling dry and full of cotton and I pulled back a little, but then Dr Mike pushed my head back to his crotch, so I kept licking. After a while the outline of his dick showed clearly as my spit had made a nice wet trail around the edges. “Stand up and bend over,” Dr Mike said. So I got up, bent forward with my ass towards Dr Mike who had sat back down in the chair. I sensed him lean forward as he gently parted my ass cheeks. He then pressed his nose into my ass and took a big whiff, inhaling the smell of my sweat and more. “Did you get fucked?” he asked, his voice stern. Damn, please don’t let him stop. I started to mumble something but Dr Mike kept on, “Nathan’s cum? That bastard, I will teach him to fuck with what is mine later, but for today’s purposes, this will be considered part of my treatment program. Now let me see your hole – bend over further – come on – ahhh, yes, as I suspected, looks like has been fucking you dry – is that right? Has he been rough fucking you dry? Hmmmm, yes, your hole looks nice and ripe for exposure.” With that Dr Mike started to lick my asshole and I started to moan, my dick bobbed up and down, and the precum started flowing from the head. Fuck that felt good. I started to jerk myself off and pushing my ass back to meet his tongue, which was digging in and licking out Nathan’s cum. “Come with me,” Dr Mike said as he stood up and left the office. I ruffled through my pants, grabbed the poppers, and followed him into the first exam room and he said, “Kneel.” So I knelt on the cold, dirty white linoleum floor and watched as he adjusted the padded exam table and made it lower, and rolled a small tray table to the side. “Now, I want you to see what you will be taking this morning. This treatment will hurt, but it is for your own good,” Dr Mike said as he then pulled down his Jockeys down that were straining to keep his dick in. My eyes bulged like his shorts when his dick plopped out. I could not tell exactly how long it was for sure (always use the spread of my hand – end of pinky to end of thumb which is 9 inches to gauge) but just from looking, seemed a good deal longer than 9. It was fairly thick, but what surprised me more was how hard it looked. Every vein was straining and clearly popping up and down his shaft. He was uncut and the foreskin almost looked like a lion’s mane as it bunched up around the back of his dick head. “So,” Dr Mike said very sternly, ““I will give you my biohazard and toxic cum if you want it, but you have to want. Do you want it? Or, you may leave now if you wish to, but if you do, I will never treat you – ever, so this is your last chance. You may leave, or if you stay, and accept to be treated as I order to be you will do exactly as I say. You will take exactly what I give, how I give it, and when and where. No questions asked and there will be rules. If you follow them I will reward you with special gifts that only I can give you as I enjoy nothing better than a boy who submits and lets me treat them as I wish.” Dr Mike did not say anything more and I kneeled on the floor and tried to process what he just said my heart raced, my dick continued to stream precum, and my ass was hungrier then ever. “Please sir, I beg you, please give me your toxic cum. I want it, I do, I really do. I want anything you got, anything and will do whatever you say, I promise, please. I want your gifts, every one, I want them all,” little did I know what I was really asking for. Dr Mike smiled, “Good, now remember what I said and what you just said, the pact is made. Now sometimes I will give you a choice and today would have asked you if you wanted me to take it slow and easy with you, use lots of lube, take my time, or, do you want me to fuck you like I want to ensure my toxic cum rakes your guts and burns through your insides? But, you did not know this of course, but you did break a rule, I only fuck ass with cum in it when I say so, and today I did not say so. So you have no choice, now get on the exam table.” I started to say something as I was getting up but he turned, glared at me and said, “NO QUESTIONS.” The exam table was easy to hop onto – just about waist high – and before I laid on my back I started to open the bottle of poppers to take a hit. Dr Mike snatched them from my hand, “NO, you will only take what I give you, how I give it. Period. You will NOT do poppers. I do not like the smell, so if you must have them then leave now.” I didn’t move, so he said, “Good, now lay back, scoot down, come on further, make your ass hang over the edge a little like you did during your first visit, but further. Right, that’s it, now take a deep breath.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Dr Mike had my ankles in his hands and was pushing my legs back and out so that my hole was exposed. I could feel his dick head bobbing around my ass hole and started to get nervous, not sure I could take it. Dr Mike then let go of one leg, “Hold your leg back, that’s it,” as he spit into his other hand and worked a finger into my ass. I bucked my hips a little and moaned. He pulled it out, spit again, and stuck two in, and was working them around, stretching my ass ring. “Now, I am going to let go of your other leg and I want you to sit forward and brace yourself with your arms behind you. It may feel like you will slide off the table, but you won’t, I got you,” Dr Mike said as his fingers still stretched my ass. I did as he said and leaned into a somewhat sitting position with my hole hanging over the edge of the exam table and legs lifted up and out with Dr Mike’s body helping hold me up. Dr Mike then pulled his fingers out, spit on them again and this time shoved three of them in. “This spit is not going to help you much, but that will not stop me you understand? Once I start I WILL NOT stop until I have gifted you with my venom. Now, I want you to wrap your arms around my neck and hang on. This is going to hurt,” and with that Dr Mike dug his fingernails into the inside of my ass walls as he moved his fingers in and out. I flinched and tried to pull away as his fingers clawed my insides, and started to beg him, please, no. Dr Mike leaned into my ear, “I told you this would hurt, but that is only the beginning, beg all you want but I will not stop now, because now you are ready, now you are ready to experience more pain as I bring death and destruction to your ass. Your ass will burn with my acid load, you WILL TAKE MY TOXIC CUM BOY!!!” With that Dr Mike slammed his dick into my hole and I cried out and hung onto him tighter. He did not get far and pushed again, and again. It just wouldn’t go, so he yanked it out, spit a few times on his hand, rubbed it on his dick head, and slammed it in again. This time my ass could not hold back and he entered me. The pain was white hot as the damage he had done with his fingers tore even more as his dick ripped into me. Dr Mike had his hands behind me, sort of gripping my ass, pulling me into him, yet keeping me on the edge of the table as his hips thrust his dick up into my hole. I had hardly ever been fucked without poppers and could not believe how much it hurt! “What do you want boy? What do you need? Huh? What do you want?” Dr Mike said as he breathing was getting heavier. “Please doctor, please, I want your toxic cum, I want to be a biohazard boy for you, please make me, please convert me, I want it all!” I said. “You want it all? Whatever I give you boy? You want it all? Oh I will convert you alright and you will get more then you every bargained for – now here – you go – fucking – take my HIV – take my cum of death– you will take it – take it – oh fuck fuck – shit FUCK – YOU’RE DEAD!!!! Dr Mike squeezed me close, shook, trembled, and unloaded into my ass. He was right, his cum felt like acid and my insides burned. What had he just said? Take his what? Oh fuck it, I just wanted him. We stayed like that for a few minutes as his breathing returned to normal. When he finally slid his dick out of me drops of red tinged cum and ass juice dropped onto the white linoleum floor. Dr Mike looked at his red covered dick and the floor, chuckled and said, “You are no longer a virgin, welcome to the club boy.” He grabbed a paper towel out of the dispenser, wiped his dick off, tossed it in the red biohazard container, and when I stood up (wincing with pain as I did) and went to grab a towel, Dr Mike grabbed my hand, “No, I did not tell you to clean up. You are not done yet.” Not done? So I followed him back to his office with blood and ass juice and cum running and dripping down my ass and thighs. Dr Mike was drinking from a can of soda on his desk, set the can down, then came and sat in the chair. His dick was still fairly hard and mine was hurting it was so hard. Dr Mike sighed as he sat down, “Kneel here. Good. Now look at me. This is serious. You should be proud, you took that well, and I fucking loved it, and I will continue treating you, right? Right. You should also be proud as you now have some of the most toxic cum on the east coast working its way inside you right now. You know why I dug you out before I fucked? Why I fucked you as dry as I could – and trust me – next time there will be NO – spit – it was so my biohazard cum could really get up in there. I want it eating your guts and then the rest of your insides. You know those guys you saw when you came here last week – I MADE THEM – they are my creation, every sick fucker out there was mine and you will be too.” I did not know what to say, so just stayed kneeling and listened as he went on, “You are mine too and at your next check up we will see if my toxic cum is doing its work, but don’t worry, I’ll give you more again when your treatment regimen requires it.” Just then the phone rang, Dr Mike got up, went behind his desk and answered it, then sat back down. “So, while sometimes each treatment consists of only 1 prescription, for you, as your HIV is so mild, we need to be aggressive in your regimen. My HIV is type 1, like yours, and while mine is venomous in its own right, no matter how hard I have tried I have not been able to get mine to cross over with type 2. So, that requires an outside treatment source, that while rare, I of course have access to, and trust, it is rare indeed. Now wait here a minute,” Dr Mike said as he walked out of the office. I figured he had to use the bathroom and felt like I had to myself, but I stayed kneeling. A couple minutes later he came back in the room and had someone with him, a black guy, younger than me, who was real short, about 5”7, and maybe 140/150. Dr Mike said, “That call a minute ago was Ben telling he was at the Metro station and asked if I was ready for him. No no don’t worry, you don’t need to rush, you see I asked Ben to come today for you. Yes, for you. You see, I provide a comprehensive treatment program and when I cannot fulfill the prescription exactly as I want I call in another source, which may be every time, or never, depending – anyways, today, that source for you is Ben. Ben, go ahead, take your clothes off.” As Ben got undressed I was looking a little bewildered and looked back and forth from Dr Mike to Ben, damn, did Ben know what had just happened? How much else did he know? Well he must I guess. Dr Mike sat back down in front of me, “So Ben here has been one of my patients for a while, well his name is really Mike, Michael Bennet, but there cannot be two Mikes, so I call him Ben isn’t that right Ben?” “Yes, that’s right doctor,” Ben said with a pretty heavy accent. Dr Mike went on, “Ben came here to go to college a few years ago, and brought something with him, HIV 2. He grew up in Ghana and I suspect his mother had it or maybe he got it having sex or doing drugs or whatever, does not really matter. What matters is it is type 2, and Ben is going to help treat you. Now go back to the exam room and bend over the table.” As I stood up I noticed Ben was fully naked, stroking his dick, and he looked to be not quite as long as Dr Mike, but still pretty thick and his entire dick looked about the same thickness right up to the head, which seemed somehow too little for the rest of it. He also had really low hanging balls that looked sort of shiny, liked they had been polished. Dr Mike followed me into the room, I bent over the end of the exam table and heard Ben follow. Dr Mike bent down by my ear and said softly, “Now, you will take Ben just like you took me. He is going to rip you up – no spit – just my toxic cum and your own fluids as lube – so take it good. His cum is full of HIV for you. He has one of the highest viral loads I have ever seen and has never been on any medication, I won’t let him, and his sperm is just filthy with the bug. You are privileged to have this opportunity, and so, just for good measure,” Dr Mike then reached around, stuck 3 fingers in my ass and raked my insides again making me cry out, “I am going to make sure his bug takes real good, give it a chance to live, it deserves to live, and breed and infect you, both our toxic cums will merge and grow together. Now, when he is done, you just stay like this.” Dr Mike left the room, Ben got behind me, he was shorter than Dr Mike so I had to bend my knees a little, and when we has angled up he grabbed my hips and drove his dick in. I cried out as even though I was somewhat slick from all the fluids in there, it still hurt like fuck where Dr Mike had shredded my guts. Ben was a power jack fucker, no pausing, no letting me catch my breath, just slam fuck. I was grunting and moaning and trying to keep my footing as Ben fucked harder and harder and faster and faster and I thought for sure he was cumming when he yanked his cock all the way out and just stood there. I was still trying to catch my breath when he slammed back in, balls deep this time as I could feel them slapping my cheeks with every thrust. He did not last long this time and started fucking even more furiously while making little ‘aah aah’ sounds. He then stopped, eased his dick out, and I heard more juice drip from my ass onto the linoleum and each drop sort of echoed in the exam room. Ben left and I could hear him and Dr Mike speaking in the other room. Dr Mike soon came back into the room and patted me on the ass as he leaned down and said, “That was good, very good, Ben said you did a fine job and he is always more than willing to do what I say, so I am pleased all the way around. Now that his job is done, I have sent him on his way, so that you and I may finish today’s treatment.” There’s more? I was not sure I could take any more and my ass felt like I had acid eating my insides. As Dr Mike stepped behind me he asked me how I was and when I told him that he just chuckled and said, “Oh yes, I expect it does feel like acid, it is in a way. You see, not only did you take my toxic cum which I know is extremely toxic, but you took Ben’s too and I already told you about his, but there is more.” More? I started to raise up to turn around and ask what he meant just as Dr Mike put his hands on my back, pushed me back down on the table and slowly, but firmly, slid his dick back into my ass making me moan and gasp as pain flooded through me again. “Yes, there’s more,” Dr Mike continued as his fucking picked up speed and he worked his dick into my swollen ass, “You see, Ben was a two-fer, a wonderful one I helped arrange and sort of a specialty of mine as why infect with only one thing when there is so much nastiness out there to play with for me to use for my pleasure, not only is Ben HIV2 with an extremely high viral load, but……oh fuck…but ….yeah boy…but Ben also has late stage syphilis – FUCK YEAH, YOU GOT HIS SYPHILLIS CUM TOO – oh take it, take me, take me...” Dr Mike caught his breath, slid his dick out, and stood up and juices were really running down my leg now. I didn’t know what to say. Oh my god, what had I done? What had he done to me? Dr Mike grabbed some paper towels, wiped his dick off, then came over to me and wiped my ass and hole and legs off. He then tossed the towels in the red biohazard bin and walked back to his office. I had a hard time walking as my legs were cramped, and when I got there he was getting dressed. I got dressed as well, he motioned with his hand for me to sit in the chair, and when I did he opened his file again. “I expect you will feel very sick within 10-14 days if all goes well. Flu like symptoms, headache, body ache, etc…. If you do, just call my office, but call my direct line, here’s the number. I will have another treatment ready for you then as your body will be weak and that is the best time for me to ensure my strains infect you, so you WILL come prepared and this time, the rule is I want that ass fresh, no fucking for at least two days before, understand?” “Now, before you go, I want you to remember three things,” Dr Mike said as he pulled me close to him and spoke close to my ear, “My treatment is just between us now, not even Nathan is to be told, you just tell him we only talked and that is all and tell him you met Ben in the bookstore or something, I don’t care, and don’t let him or anyone fuck you for a couple days. I want my venom and Ben’s little bugs to have their chance. Two, you will submit to me right? Yes? Good. And three – remember this well – I will infect you over and over until your guts are as toxic as they can be. Your ass and mouth will take my disease and every toxic bug I can give you – be proud as I WILL make your ass a biohazard.” When I made it home I collapsed into bed, woke up later to Nathan trying to call me, grabbed a shower, called him back and told him what he had heard about Dr Mike was all wrong, nothing happened and that I had gotten all horned up, went to the bath house, had a couple hook ups and came home. I went to sleep that night with Dr Mike’s words burning themselves into me just as his virus and Ben’s were burning my guts and blood – “be proud as I WILL make your ass a biohazard.” Stay tuned for Dr Mike – Part 3 – My Second Treatment – Does the venom take?