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Chapter 1 – An Unexpected Gift Jake and I have been together for ten years now. It’s a good milestone for us to celebrate with family and friends, so we decided to have a small party at our place. Jake is 38. He’s from Germany originally, but you’d never know it when you met him. The only remaining sign of European birth is that he’s uncut. He’s about 6’ tall, in good shape, with blond hair, blue eyes, and he's sexy as hell. He’s not too hairy, but his ass crack has a forest in it. I’m 42. A little shorter than Jake at 5’10” and in good shape from our regular partner workouts. Short brown hair, brown eyes, and a hairy body. Unlike Jake, I’m cut. Our family all know us as a loving and devoted couple, and we are. But some of our friends know that we have some curious sexual proclivities. We sometimes party with friends or at an event and we both like groups. Add to that the fact that we are both fisting fans, and you’ve got an interesting dynamic. The party was great. Our parents and siblings came with nieces and nephews. Several of our friends were there as well. Even though we had a strict “no gift” policy, some people did bring gifts for us. Luckily, most of the presents were things we needed for the house, so it wasn’t all bad. There were also lots of cards. People wanted us to open the gifts and cards at the party. It’s not my thing, but you gotta keep the people happy. As we looked through the cards, one was marked “Do Not Open at Party” on the envelope. We were able to put it aside, and no one was any the wiser about this item. Once everyone had gone home and we’d cleaned up, Jake remembered the odd card. We found it and opened it. A friend had arranged a weekend away for us that was going to be a huge fisting party. Given the friend who gave it to us (who was also coming along), we knew that partying would be part of the deal, too. The weekend was coming up, and we decided to carpool with our friend, Gary, who had bought the getaway for us. He got in the car with the smallest bag we’d ever seen him use for travel “All you need is a douche, some poppers, and a few jock straps”, he said. The weekend was sounding like it was going to be awesome. The party was at a gay guesthouse about an hour away from where we live. We got there around 6 on Friday and got registered for our rooms. There was a pamphlet of info about the weekend, with several party locations, floor plans for the sling rooms, and a bare-bones list of rules. The rules basically came down to “don’t be a jerk.” We went to our rooms and got settled in. Tonight was just a mixer, with the playtime starting in the morning. We went down to the little bar and met some of the other guys. They were a mix of ages, builds, styles, and types. It looked like a fun and eclectic crowd. Saturday morning, Jake and I both did a good cleanout, assuming we’d be fisting all day long. I’m sure that Gary did, too. We went down to breakfast wearing jock straps and harnesses. There was no dress code, but you couldn’t be naked in the dining area. Lots of other guys were similarly attired. It was a fun show, checking out all the asses and pecs on display. After a light breakfast, we strolled over to one of the sling rooms. This room had eight slings, four on each side. Each sling was equipped with a lube station, paper towels, a chair, and a table for poppers and other lube you might prefer. Four of the slings were in use. Gary suggested that one of us get in a sling, and he’d fist us as part of the celebration. After that, he’d fist the other one. That sounded like a good way to start the weekend, so Jake got in the sling, and Gary worked over his hole. I love watching my man get fisted. The feelings between the top and bottom are so intimate, and the interaction is almost primal. Gary has fisted both of us before, so he knows what we like. He’s a good, thoughtful fister, who often checks in with his bottom to see how things are going. He had also brought a little pack that had some poppers in it, so he and Jake got to enjoy those. After Jake tapped out, I got in the sling. The room was filling up, and there was only one empty sling. Some guys were just wandering around, checking in on the action. It was sexy to be taking a fist while all these other guys were around, and that was clearly a precursor to the rest of the weekend. When Jake and I had finished, we went off to smoke a little T. Usually, we do that before we fist, but it seemed early to do it right after breakfast. Then, we went to explore the rest of the spaces. There was another, smaller sling room with three slings in a row in it. The main floor would be used for tonight’s party, but it would need to be cleared out first. For a fisting weekend, food was light, and alcohol was copious. Out back, there was a pool that was clothing optional. I didn’t know how many guys would use the pool over a sling, but some might. We just kind of wandered around, scoping out the crowd for the afternoon. Some guys looked cool, and it would be interesting to see how the weekend played out. We went down for the “dinner,” which was really drinks and a few appetizers. That was OK because everyone’s mind was on fisting. Guys started leaving in twos and threes, sometimes more. You could smell what people were smoking as you walked through the property. Obviously, the owner was OK with all of it. We walked into the large sling room, and a guy approached Jake and said, “Want to fist me?”. Jake replied, “Only if you fist me after that,” and it was agreed. First, they disappeared to the guy’s room, presumably to smoke. I looked around and spotted a guy who looked like fun. He was tall, thickly built, and really hairy. I love a hairy ass, especially for toys and fisting. The hair clings to whatever is being pulled out of the guy’s ass, and that’s really hot. Taking the lead from Jake’s guy, I asked him, “Do you want to fist?”. He just nodded a yes and started to walk away. I followed him to his room to smoke. When we got back, Jake’s guy was in a sling and Jake’s hand was in him already. I noticed poppers and a few toys on the table and assumed those were all going to be used too. With my guy, I jumped into the sling and got my feet set in the stirrups. My guy had grabbed some toys and poppers while we were in his room, but he seemed like the strong and silent type. He lubed up his hands and my hole and started working his fingers in to expand my opening. He was quickly up to four fingers, so I said, “Just shove it in”. He pushed, I pushed back, and he entered my ass. His hand was large and felt fantastic just at the entry. I could only imagine what it would feel like once he got in deeper. He worked his fingers around and clenched his hand into a fist while he was in me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I took a deep hit of poppers and felt his hand move deeper into my ass. He knew how to fist, and I was very appreciative of that fact. He waited until the poppers had time to take effect before sliding more of his hand into my ass, probing for my second hole. Even though he was quiet, he was always paying attention to me to see how things were going. It turns out that the sling where Jake was fisting was across from the one that I was in. It was exciting to watch my husband fist another man while taking a fist myself. I saw Jake reach for the poppers, share them with his bottom, then take a hit himself. He was really working the guy’s hole, and the guy seemed to be very happy about it. Next, Jake picked up a toy, lubed it up, and positioned it at the entrance to the man’s hole. It was thick and long, but it would be a great ride. The guy took some more poppers, and Jake began to push. The toy slowly entered, then slid almost all the way in. That guy must have a very open ass. Jake moved the dildo back and forth, eliciting moans of pleasure from his bottom. Meanwhile, my guy had decided to use a dildo on me. He selected a rather large one and held it up to me with raised eyebrows. I nodded yes, and he lubed it up. He positioned it at the entrance and let me do some poppers before starting the insertion. Poppers just make this more fun. The toy was definitely a stretch for my hole, and it would probably be a stretch for depth, too, but I was game. My guy fucked me gently with the dildo, regularly looking to see if things were OK with me. After a long while, both Jake and my guy were done topping. I asked my guy if he was ready to get in the sling, and he nodded yes. Jake was already hopping in the sling across from us. Then, my guy handed me a card that said, “Hi, my name is Steve, and I am deaf. I lipread but can miss some things.” Now it made sense why he was so quiet and, at the same time, so focused on me. I told him that it was all good with me, and we settled in for a hot fisting session. Steve was a burly man with lots of body hair. I started out rimming his ass, which had him writhing in pleasure. Then, I lubed up my hands and his hole and started probing. His hole opened readily to me, so I slipped my hand in. The look on his face told me how much he was enjoying the feelings. I fisted him deep, gave him a good stretch, and made him very happy. I also used a large toy on him, which his ass ate up. Gary had come back from wherever he was and grabbed our hands when we were done and said, “Let’s party.” We went back to our room, packed a pipe, and got really spun. Now, it was gonna get crazy.

I used to meet up regularly with a FB. But since I moved to another part of the city, we were not able to get together nearly as often. Today, out of the blue, I got a text from him saying that he was going to be near me and would have some extra time. I jumped at the chance to see him – and get fucked by him. I hadn't seen him in over a year. He told me he wanted me to wear a blindfold and be ready for him in bed. He had often had me wear blindfolds, use neckties to secure my wrists, and other hot play, so I knew he had not lost his touch. Soon, I was laying in bed in a jock and a blindfold when I heard the door open. I tingled all over. Our play was always hot and he knew how to ratchet it up. He made his way to the bedroom and I heard him taking off his clothes. He crawled in bed and we started making out. Soon, he was entering my ass raw. He fucked me for a long time, guiding me into different positions since I couldn’t see through the blindfold. At one point, he had me laying on my stomach while he laid on my back, still pushing his dick in and out of me. He reached around and felt my crotch. I was limp, so he started to pull his hand out from under me. I grabbed his had and put it back on my jock-covered crotch. He stopped for a moment and asked me if I was enjoying myself. I answered that I was enjoying it very much. And then I somewhat surprised him by telling him that I had tried to train my cock to stay soft when getting fucked. It made me feel more submissive and it showed that only his cock mattered. He seemed to like that idea. He rubbed my soft cock a few strokes and then pulled his hand out. He seemed to be no longer interested in my crotch. I victory for me. I moaned a “Yes Sir” as he removed his hand. That got me several hard poundings in a row. Sub heaven! He had been fucking me for about 45 minutes when I started begging for his cum. I wanted his load in my hole. I can’t actually feel a guy’s cum being shot into my hole very often. But I felt his cum vollies then. He kept stroking in and out, making my hole extra slippery with his cum. I was then begging for him to push his load deep in my hole. He finally collapsed on me and laid there for a minute. When he caught his breath, he rolled over onto his back beside. I pulled off the blindfold and immediately leaned over to kiss him. Once we broke the kiss, I was going to lay back down. That’s when I saw it. He had a bio-hazard tattoo just below his navel. I froze. He followed my stare down to his tattoo. He said, “Oh yeah, there’s been a few changes since we last got together.” I couldn’t move. Well, most of me couldn’t move. He finally reached over and grabbed my rock hard erection still trapped in my jock. I didn’t realize that my dick had responded. Of course, dicks don’t lie. And he knew it. He said, “Looks like your training only works when I am still fucking you. And it looks like its ok that I didn’t tell you beforehand.” I finally snapped out of my trance. I looked him in the eyes, smiled, and then leaned in to kiss him again. Once we broke the kiss, I told him that I loved him. I don’t know where that came from. But that is how I felt at that moment. I loved him. I had his toxic load in my hole, my hole that he had beat up for the last 45 minutes. I finally nodded my agreement. I said, “Yes, I want you to be my Daddy. You will have to find a way to come over more until I test positive.” He just smiled. He had me. He knew it and I knew it. I wanted him to convert me. And we were well on our way.

As I stared in shock garret began stripping his clothes off. “You see son” garret said “ about twelve or so years ago I met your mother and father. We met at a bar and I soon realized their secret, they were both bottom sluts. They would go around getting guys to breed both of them because your mom and dad are both total cum whores.” Garret got his shirt off revealing massive nipple piercings almost as big as that in his septum, along with a hairy barrel chest covered in tattoos. He grabbed my father’s head and stuffed it into his pits as he continued undressing. “They were completely willing to take my raw cock, though I didn’t tell them I was poz, and once they had a taste it was so good they agreed to be my slaves.” He said as he took his jeans off. Underneath he wore only a filthy jock that clearly had never been washed and was stretched to the edge with a massive bulge. “ both your parents couldn’t get enough, though you were so young I doubt you remember but one would take turns taking care of you for a few days while the other got high as a kite and took my toxic seed non-stop for days” he pulled the jock down revealing a nearly nine inch long soft cock, it was nearly as thick as a beer can and tattooed same as the rest of him. At the tip gleamed a massive metal piercing with two sharp spikes. He took my fathers head from his pit and forced him to his knees before shoving the massive cock straight down his throat. “Now your parents knew this wouldn’t work forever so they had to come up with something new” he said as he violently fucked my fathers throat “ they thought about divorce so one could live with me full time and the other raise you, but they love each other too much for that.” Garret said, patting my father’s head “ so they came up with an idea, tell you your mother died so that she could live with me in ecstasy, while your father raises you slowly, preparing you to become my slave.” As garret finished he pull out of my father’s throat, flipped him around and the bottomed out into his hole as my dad moaned in pleasure. I was shocked, my mom was alive and not only had she left me for sex but both my parents had given me over to this man. “Dad is this true” I asked in horror “Ah-all of-OH it fuck Luke” he moaned out “don’t-uh worry son-oh god yes - masters cock is SO FUCKING GOOD fuck, you’ll love it” he was lying on the table now moaning incoherently. “So son what do you think are you ready to become my slave and join your family” garret said I stood up to leave “fuck y-uh” I began stumbling as my head began to swim, “I wondered when the g we put in the whiskey was gonna kick in, don’t worry son you’re fine, your dad and I just wanted to make sure you were in the right mindset to convert” “What did you” I slurrd out as I clutched the table. Garret pulled out of my father and grabbed me “shh son dont you worry just come sit over here with me” he whispered leading me to the couch. As my dad went to another room. “Now son I hate to say it but you were born to be a cumslut” garret said as we sat on the couch him pulling my body into him. He turn on the tv which blared a homosexual orgy as he said “I’m just making sure you make the right choice because I care for you like you’re my own son, I mean you practically are because I’ve fucked both your parents more times than they have fucked each other.” My dad walked back into the room with a tray of crystals,powders, and syringes. He placed it on the coffee table then kneeled at garrets feet. Garret took his arm from around me and said “strip son” I thought for a second and realized I needed to see what was so special about garret, I needed to know why my parents wanted him so much. I stood up and stripped my clothes off. I was slightly hairy and had a lot of hair around my ass. Garret kicked my father in the balls hard yelling “I thought I told you to put nair in his body wash you stupid fag” “I’m sorry master” my father begged from the ground “ I did but he never left it on long enough, but it is patchier” “You’re fucking useless, you know I was thinking about letting you fuck him tonight after I break him in but after this there’s no fucking way” garret said with disdain. “Just shove some crystal in his hole already we gotta get him going” “Yes master” my father said then forced me to lean over the table before violently forcing three fingers into me. My hole burned as he quickly rammed them in and out before picking up the four largest crystals and shoving them into my ass. If I thought my dads fingers hurt, these were awful. They burned like crazy and cut up the inside of my hole. My dad then changed from the normal porn to something stranger as the burning in my ass slowly turned to pleasure then craving I heard deep voices from the tv encouraging my slutty urges as I saw whores get fucked by big burley men. I soon realized it was only one man, Garret, Master, fucking, no, owning two people I recognized closely, my mom and dad. As I watched my parents get fucked I felt a hand enter my ass with next to no resistance, followed by murmurs behind me. The murmurs however were drowned out by the voices, they told me to accept my nature, give myself over to lust, and to follow my parents footsteps. After a while I felt the hand come out of me and turned around to see my master. The man who I needed more then anything. He say like a god, his heavenly cock erect in front of him. I tried to go down to suck him but felt myself held back. My father grabbed me and held my cock out. He took a string and wrapped it tight around the base. He then took a two needles and shoved them both into my cock pushing the plungers in before ripping off the string and beating my dick for a few seconds while I felt the tsunami of ecstasy roll over me. I then knelt down to take my gods offering. As his holy cock entered my mouth I tasted my fathers blood on his cock. Master allowed me no time to adjust before slamming all 12 inches of his rock hard cock into my mouth, cutting up my throat. As master began piston fucking my throat I felt more of the crystals enter my hole, along with other powders and liquids. After who knows how long, master pulled my throat off of his cock and pulled me to his face. “You’ve done such a good job faggot” my master said “but now is the hardest part. I’m going to claim you forever. I’m not sure if you’ll remember this tomorrow because we have given you a lot of different drugs and we’re going to keep giving you more but you love it don’t you slut” he said as I tried to speak in response but my throat was too bruised so I just moaned “Good boy now hold out your arms, I like my sluts flying” I held out both my arms as he and my father put syringes into both my arms before pushing them down. At this point I barely felt the added high but would gladly take any drug master gave me. I felt master turn me around and line his cock up with my hole. Violently he slammed all the way in and as I felt my hole tear in two a mix of cum and piss shot from my cock as I felt the most intense organs of my life. After what felt like hours I heard talking behind me “oh my god is that him” I heard a woman’s voice say “it is our boy is taking master like a champ.” My dad responded. I then heard master say “ your boy is doing great Claire in fact he might end up better then you, we’ve got him flying on damn near every drug under the sun and he only wants more.” I then saw the woman walking infront of me with my father. She was a short blond wearing only a tiny dress that did little to cover her massive breasts. “Hi sweetheart” she said to me taking my face in her hand “it’s been so long but I’m so proud of the slut you’ve become” she said as she kissed me and I just continued moaning. She then took two of the syringes off the tray and asked my father “what are these hun” “Ket and Heroin darling” he responded “Oh fun” she said “put your arms out for mommy sweetheart she needs to get you higher” I did as she told me and felt another wave of pleasure overtake me as she shot the drugs into my system. My mom and dad stayed with me, continuing to give me more and more drugs as master endlessly filled my hole. When light began to shine through the windows the tray had been cleared I finally fell off masters cock. “How many loads did you give him master” my mother asked while I watched my father clean masters cock from my blood and juices. “About 20 I think, good thing I loaded up on viagra, he’s mine for sure, though lord knows what he’ll remember with all the drugs we gave him.” “Oh well if he doesn’t remember master we just get to corrupt him all over again” “Ha I suppose you’re right whore now don’t let your husband do all the work” master said as I lost consciousness. — thanks for reading at the moment I don’t plan on Claire being anything more than a watcher and encourager. If I do decide to do something with her I’ll put it in the proper forum. Just felt like this needed to be said

It all started on my 18th birthday, I had just graduated a week prior and was planning on taking a gap year to save for college. My mother had died when I was twelve so I lived alone with my dad. When I came down my dad had made breakfast and was sitting at the dinner table in only a robe. I thought it was strange because my dad was almost always fully clothed, I hadn’t seen him without a shirt in years. His robe was rather loose and I could see his hairless but well muscled chest, and what looked to be nipple piercings. I could also see the edges of some tattoos but couldn’t really make them out. “There’s the birthday boy” he said getting up and hugging me “or should I say birthday adult” I was surprised when dad hugged me because he had shown me almost no physical affection ever. He just wasn’t that type of guy. “Here I am, thanks for making breakfast” I replied “You got any plans for today son” he asked, sitting back down. “I was gonna go get some food with my friends in a bit but nothing major” “Damn it’s your 18th birthday you should be out having fun, go party or hire a hooker or something” he said casually. This was getting really weird because I’d never heard my dad talk like this before. “ uh I’ll think about it I guess” I said “ I’ve gotta get going soon though so I’ll see you when I get back” “I’ll probably be out at work but before I leave I’ll try to find some old stuff your mom and I used to like when we were your age, I’m not sure where it is but I’ll probably find it by the time you get back” I got back a few hours later and went up to my room. When I got in I saw a box on my bed with a note on top. “Couldn’t find the stuff but I did find some of my old porn mags and thought you’d like them, the stuff from your mom is somewhere in the attic so feel free to look yourself” My straight laced quiet dad had given me his porn mags. What had happened to him, he was a totally different person than he was yesterday. As I opened the box it looked like normal porn from the 90s but it got weirder towards the bottom. Magazines of women being fisted or ones of girls fucking guys with dildos, at the bottom there was one that was all hairy men in leather gear. What the fuck, my dad had a collection of weird porn magazines and decided to give it to me. I was weirded out but also started to get a little hard. I took my pants off and began stroking my cock. I started looking at the magazines of girls getting fisted but eventually made my way to the leather men. I had never really thought of my sexuality but guessed I was bi. As I got close to cuming I noticed the final pages of the magazine were stuck together. As I pulled the apart some flaky dust fell out and I saw a picture of a big hairy man fucking a hairless one with the caption convert him. At that moment I came straight into the magazine. I looked at the dust and then realized it was my dads dried cum that was lying on my chest. I brushed it off as quickly as I could and stuffed the magazines back in the box. I soon heard my dad get home and him yell “ luke come down here!” “What’s up dad” I asked as I walked downstairs “I managed to get us a reservation at Mark’s steakhouse for your birthday dinner tonight we’re leaving in an hour” “Ok I’ll go get dressed” I replied going back to my room. An hour and a half later we arrived at the restaurant in dress clothes. As we walked in a giant man with a large spiked septum piercing and several tattoos visible at the edges of his shirt was walking out with a woman in a tiny dress who looked like she was tweaking out. “Matt how are you” he bellowed at my father as he went in for a hug. He squeezed my father’s ass hard and pulled my dad into him. “I’m better now sir” my dad responded as the man let go after a few seconds. “This here is my son Luke” he said pointing at me “Luke this is garret” “Hi there son” Garret said pulling me into a tight hug. “He’s one of the closest people I know and I think you’ll be getting better aquatinted with him soon” my father said “Well it’s good to see y’all but I have to run this slut is getting real horny” he said as the woman with him was practically humping his thigh “Nice to meet you” I mumbled in response as Garret left. “ hmm he’s got a needy one tonight” my dad said absent mindedly as we went to our table. We spent most of the dinner making pointless small talk until out of nowhere my dad said “so Luke how’d you like those porn magazines I left you, you know when I was your age I can’t even remember how many times I beat my dick to those” as casually as if he were asking about the weather “Uh they’re good I guess thanks” I replied awkwardly “ I’m glad to hear it you jerk off to them yet or do they not compare to your internet porn” he said chuckling to which I just shrugged “I’m just fucking with you I love me some good online porn too the magazines only show so much” dad said “Hmm” I responded shoving more food into my mouth Dinner continued on as normal as if he had not just asked what porn I liked. When we finally went home I went straight to my room hoping to avoid any more awkward conversations. A few hours later I went downstairs to get a snack when I heard noise coming from the movie room. I went to check it out and when I got to the ajar door I saw a girl getting fucked on the big screen. What shocked me more was that my father was not masturbating to it but rather riding a massive dildo with his phone in one hand and a brown bottle in the other. “ yeah she’s a total keeper but you should chill her on the chems she looks half dead, you gotta make sure she can still feel you monster cock sir” my dad said into the phone. That’s when I realized the girl getting fucked on the screen was th one garret took home from the restaurant and garret was the one fucking her. “If you’re done with her I’ll come over right now sir” my dad said, standing up off the dildo revealing a massive stretched hole.it looked as if his hole was tattooed along with a trampstamp I couldn’t make out. I ran back to my room and eventually went to sleep. I woke up at 5 am when dad was sneaking back into the house looking sweaty and unkept. That afternoon my father said to me “oh by the way son, garret will be joining us for dinner tonight” “Oh ok” I responded, unsure of what was going on. A few hours later garret arrived wearing a t shirt and jeans, confirming my theory he was covered in both hair and tattoos. He stood at about 6’5 dwarfing my 5’10 father and me, being 5’7 on a good day. The jeans he was wearing showed off a massive bulge that looked almost too big to be real. When garret arrived he gave my dad a long hug and me a shorter one. He went to the kitchen with my father to check on the food while he asked me to “go pour us some whiskey son, get a glass for yourself too” I was taken aback but my father simply nodded at me and went to the kitchen, being guided by garret as if he were deeply familiar with our home. I walked the drinks into the kitchen where I found Garret standing right up behind my father as they both gripped the counter. I sat down at the bar across from the counter and passed them the drinks. “Thanks son” garret said as my father simply grunted in response. “Don’t be rude Matt” Garret said pushing him forward a bit as my father let out a deep sigh. “Uh thank-uh you-o” my father struggled out. “Uh yeah of course” I replied as I decided whatever was going on in the kitchen was too weird and moved to the table. Garret came over a minute later and my father followed with the food. Garret mostly made small talk with my dad and me, until the topic of the steakhouse came up. “How’d you like Mark’s last night, son” Garret asked me “It was pretty good I’ve been there before but not much” I responded “That’s good me and the owner Clark go way back almost as far as me and your dad” “How long have you two known each other” I asked “About twelve years I’d say” Garret responded as my dad nodded. “Oh cool, so was that woman with you last night your girlfriend” I asked trying to see what my dad had been doing last night. “Oh Christi no she just some slut that I own, like your father” he responded casually “Huh” I asked unsure of what I just heard “Oh right your father still hasn’t told you, he’s my faggot slave, strip slut and show your son what you are” he said to my dad “Yes master” my dad said standing up. As he began taking his clothes off I realized not only did he have massive nipple ring, but he also had a tattoo on his shaved crotch that said “property of Master Garret” with a lock under it. Under the tattoo was another shock as I saw my father was wearing a chastity cage. “See he’s totally obedient, he even is totally fine with me making you into one of my slaves, in fact he loves the idea don’t you faggot” “Yes master please own my son and give him your toxic seed like you did to me and his mother” my dad said What the fuck did my mom have to do with this, she died in a car accident 6 years ago.

I went out on Monday night around town, starting out slowly as I wanted to pace myself, as this was the first time I’d experienced a true 24-hour drinking session since the law was passed here in the UK. I was wearing a pair of stone washed jeans, a blue and white vertically striped shirt which being a medium, showed off my rather thick set upper body quite nicely, and a pair of brown leather loathers. I was freshly shaven, skin silky smooth, and my hair was number 2 cropped. If I may say so, I looked hot. The night started in Mardi Gras, where there was a cabaret show, followed by a strip show. After this, we went across the road to a bar known as trades. It’s a private members bar which I had joined only the previous night. As you walk in there’s a toilet on the left (which is used as a toilet), and the room then opens up to this great big cavernous bar. The long, billeted aluminium bar is on the left, and runs the length of the place. Inside the bar itself are TVs playing porn so you can keep aroused whilst waiting for a beer. There’s a cage in the middle of the dance floor where twinks porn stars do everything you want. As I walked in they were barebacking each other, which got me mega hot. This was a private bar, for men to do their things. The whole place is dark, with flashing lights, and dry ice... giving a nice atmosphere to it. After a while of drinking, perving at other guys, I decided to go to the other toilets, these ones are renowned for sleaze. In here, I sucked a few guys off, bent over the toilet and took one load in me from a guy who I didn't especially like, but I was horny and…well, yeah. The night continued in this fashion, drink, flirt, toilet, fuck, drink, flirt, toilet, fuck. At about 3:00 A.M. I’d had enough and wanted a change of scenery. We headed back to the Trades Hotel which had a bar which stayed open as long as it was profitable to do so. We carried on drinking here, and the bar filled up as other residents and drinkers came to the place as other venues in town shut down. By about 5:00 A.M. it was packed. Now, Trades Hotel is a cheap men’s hotel. It is renowned for what happens in the corridors in the wee hours of the morning. One of my last memories is walking the corridors, trying people’s doors (as is the recognised practise for getting laid at Trades), when I passed this guy. Without even thinking about it… I blurted-out "Do you know where I can get some spunk in my hole?” He nodded for me to follow, which I did. I have very vague memories of dropping my pants in his room, taking a huge hit of poppers, spreading my legs and him ramming his cock deep into me without any lube. I think this was around 5:20 A.M. The next memory I have is coming to my senses, in the doggy position, with a horrible head ache, spread-eagle on the bed, a guy ramming his cock into my hole. I looked out the window, it was sunny, the sky was blue, the birds were singing. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 8:45 A.M.! SHIT! What had happened? Then I came aware of the state of my hole. It was so sloppy, sticky, and sore, obviously not from one guy. I groaned, and guy fucking me stopped. I looked at him, and he was kinda hot, about 5’11” tall, quite thick set, decent pecs, flat stomach, big arms and a demonic sort of grin and stare. I guess I made a good decision. He pulled out of me and we chatted for a while. I told him I had no recollection at all of what happened. He just smirked and looked at a glass of what looked like cola on the side table. Now, I never drink cola, not even with vodka, so I know I hadn’t ordered it. Then he asked me “So you don’t remember being the hotel whore?” I didn’t, I didn’t remember a thing. I’m guessing that in my very drunken stupor the guy had gotten me to drink this cola, which must have had something in it? We exchanged telephone numbers, I made my excuses, stood up and left, spunk pouring out of my hole with each step I took. Man, I’d been abused BIG time. In the car on the way home later that day, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what the night's activities as my mate drove us back to Yorkshire. Vague memories kept flashing back to me, but I’m unable to tell if they’re memories or fantasies. I dropped the guy a text and asked what exactly had happened. He just replied that he’d kept the door open after he’d fucked me a few times, and gone back to the bar and told everyone there that there was a guy off his head taking all loads, and gave out the room number! Apparently, at one stage I was begging for a poz load. Whether I got it or not he wouldn’t say, and I sure as hell can’t remember. God knows how many fucked me that night, but it’s safe to say I don’t remember any of them… but suddenly, all the “hello’s” and other greetings I’d got as I left the hotel only a few hours earlier made sense…. They’d probably all dumped a load or two in me. There was young guys to filthy old men at the Trades - some guys who were very appealing, and some I wouldn’t dream of fucking with - skinny, fat… you name it, they were there. I’ve fantasized about doing something like that for ages, but I never expected to actually ever go through with it. Common sense always seemed to kick in… but I must say… now I’ve done it (albeit, not corpus mentis), I fucking love it! Definitely be doing it again… who knows, next time hopefully it’ll be in a sling!!

Chapter 2 – The Party Continues In Chapter 1, I tell about a gift our friend, Gary, gave to me and my husband for our 10th anniversary. It was a fisting weekend, with no holds barred. We’ve both fisted and been fisted and are spun out now. So, happy, spun, and horny, we all ventured out into the night. Now, we saw that some guys had set up slings in the yard area around the pool. These weren’t put up by the guesthouse but were slings that guys had brought with them. It’s a nice idea because it lets you stake a spot without contending with other guys. One of the guys caught my eye. Tall, thin, bearded, and handsome, he was waving a dildo as a lure. It worked for me. I walked over to him and asked if he wanted to fist me. His answer was, “Fuck, yeah!”. So, I got in the sling, and he started to work over my hole, Between the T that we had smoked and the overall crazy sexy vibe, I was in heaven. He lubed up and was inside me in seconds. My ass was still open from earlier, and he must have expected that. This guy knew how to fist! He would twist his hand, flex his fingers, caress my inner walls, and more. Poppers had me flying with excitement and opening my ass wide for his hand. He tried to double-fist me, but we couldn’t make that work. Meanwhile, Jake had been spotted by another guy and was taking his fist. Gary was getting a chariot ride with another guy, totally ignoring the sling. I caught Jake’s eye and gave him a smile. He responded in kind. This being a party of gay men, you know it’s going to go on for a long time. During the first night, I was fisted by seven guys and fed my fist to six. Jake told me that his tally was eight times being fisted and six times fisting. All in all, a good night was had by all. We crashed around 5 AM. Luckily, nothing was going on before lunch so that we could get some sleep. The weather the next day was beautiful. Guys were out by the pool, taking full advantage of the “clothing optional” rule. It was great to see some of the guys that we had played with last night and find out a little more about them. We swapped stories and got caught up on the plans for the afternoon. It was planned to be a pool party, and we were all ready for action. Once again, slings were set up along the pool, but these were the ones from the guesthouse. As an extra touch to the other arrangements, they added a bottle of poppers to each table. Guys were mostly just hanging out, drinking, talking, and fondling each other. I recommended Steve to Jake, who suggested I look for one of the guys he played with yesterday, but he didn’t know his name. We were all looking for the guy that we wanted to fist us and that we wanted to fist. Some guys were dedicated tops or bottoms, but most were versatile. Pretty soon, the slings started filling up. It’s a lot of fun to have sex outdoors, and doing fisting outdoors is even better. As I looked around, I saw a lot of happy guys, either fisting or being fisted. The party had definitely begun, and you could smell the chems in the air as you walked around. We had smoked before coming to the pool and were well spun. Gary partnered off with a young guy who wanted him to fist him. Meanwhile, Jake was homing in on a guy for his play session. I was asked by an older man if we could play, and I readily agreed. He had on a leather jock and harness, capped by a leather hat. He was in great shape and had a nice ass. His name was Fritz, and he wanted me in the sling first. All right with me. He started off slowly, but it turned out that he was a rather rough fister. He liked to expand his hand while it was inside me, sometimes to the point of pain. When I said something to him, he said I needed to get used to the sensation. After a relatively brief fisting session, I asked for a toy to be used on me, and he agreed. This was much better. He was able to plunge it in and out of my hole and could twist and shake it while it was inside me. I suggested that we switch positions. Fritz was in the sling and ready to go, His ass was lightly hairy, and he had a tight hole. I worked my fingers in slowly to open him up, then shoved in my fist. He gasped when it went in but accepted it quickly. I gave him an excellent hole stretch and got in pretty deep before he tapped out. It was an OK session, but I wanted something more. I left Fritz and started scoping out the crowd. I saw a guy that looked promising fisting another guy. If this was the end of their session, I might be in luck. He was around my age, attractive, hairy, and well-tanned. I kind of walked around and kept checking them out. When I saw that they were done, I made my move. “Hi. I think you’re really hot. Want to play?” He said yes, so we found an open sling. It had a great view of Gary getting fisted hard by an older guy. For him, variety truly is the spice of life. Before I got in the sling, he introduced himself as Alex. I also introduced myself. He helped me get situated in the sling and started working my hole. He leaned in and said, “Have you ever done a booty bump?” I had, and I liked it, so I told him yes. He took out a bag and lifted out a good-sized shard. “We’ll have to wait a little bit to let this dissolve before I fist you. Is that OK?”. Yep! Alex shoved the shard in my hole, and I could feel the burning almost immediately. Of course, I also felt it taking effect on me. We gave it some time, sucking each other dicks and making out. Once we decided that the shard had melted, Alex started fisting me, He really knew what he was doing, and he had my hole singing quite quickly. He worked on both depth and width and had great, well-skilled hands for the job. He really liked it when I would take a hit of poppers and ride his wrist. He’d stand there supporting his arm, and I would work that limb in and out of my ass. Turnabout is fair play, so it was time for Alex to get his ass filled. But first, a shard for him, too. I inserted it, and we again gave it time to melt. While waiting, we fondled each other and chatted about our lives. It was nice to get to know him, especially since we lived close to one another. Alex got in the sling and looked great with his ass spread for the taking. I wanted to give him as good an experience as he gave me. I entered his ass pretty quickly (we’d all been fisted a lot already) and really worked over his hole. He liked taking a hit of poppers and having me hold my knuckles at his hole, stretching it out. I’d twist my hand around so that different areas got different stretches and he really liked that. Once we were done, I ended up being fisted by nine guys and fed my fist to eight. Jake told me that his tally was eight times fisted and ten times fisting. Gary had lost count. We packed up our meager attire and headed home with stories to tell our friends in the know. The best part of the whole weekend, besides the fact that I got to spend it with my husband, was that Alex became a friend and a regular fisting buddy. Now, we all get to enjoy his skills.

It's not the size or your dick, it's what you do with it that interests me. I've been fucked by guys with less than average size cocks and they have reached parts other cocks haven't. Size isn't everything.

At the sauna , on all 4s taking all cummers

Woke up feeling extremely horny on Sunday morning, definitely needing to get some cock. Decided I was going to head into the boiler house sauna in Dublin so cleaned out, showered and headed into town. Arrived at the sauna around 12:30, paid the entrance fee and headed inside, changed in the locker room and headed upstairs. There were a nice number and type of guys already walking about including a few hot daddy types that I definitely liked the look of. I grabbed a quick shower to make sure I was as fresh as possible lubed up my ass and headed into the steam room. I’d never seen it so busy there was at least 10 guys in there. I had my towel over my shoulder as I leaned against the wall eyes closed taking in the heat. It wasn’t long before I felt a hand start to play with my cock. Soon the hand had reached behind and started to finger my ass. A bottle of poppers was held to my nose, I inhaled deep in both nostrils and let the rush wash over me. The 1 finger was replaced with 2 then 3 fingers and I was given the bottle again this time inhaling deep about 3 or 4 times. I was putty in the guys hands as he pushed me forward and bent me over the bench in the steam room the fingers were taken out and my hole felt so empty. I needed something more. I didn’t need to wait long as soon I felt a cock teasing my hole. Normally at this point in a sauna I reach for the condoms as I generally play safe in a sauna type setting but today the thought never entered my head. I was horny, high from the poppers and totally lost in the attention my hole was now receiving. The teasing went on for another bit as I took more hits of poppers, as the rush hit I pushed back onto his bare cock taking him deep inside. He started to fuck me firmly and steadily and as he did a cock was presented to my mouth which I proceeded to greedily devour. I was lost in a cock-bliss but still aware of the audience. The guy fucking me gradually increased his pace and after a few frenzied seconds of slamming my ass he moaned loudly and came hard pumping a load inside me. I continued to suck the cock in my mouth and soon I was rewarded with a mouthful of tasty cum which I happily swallowed. The guy pulled his cock from my ass and leaned over, whispered in my ear enjoy my babies slut, he turned and left the steam room. Instantly I wondered does that mean what I think it does - did I just take a poz load. I didn’t have time to dwell on it as no sooner had he gone that another replaced it. I hadn’t planned on taking loads and certainly not multiple loads but I couldn’t help myself, another few hits from the popper bottle under my nose and I was lost in a world of pleasure. In the end I swallowed 3 loads and took at least three in my ass and had a couple more shot on my back, maybe they were pox loads, maybe they weren’t but fuck I loved being the centre of attention. After I got home that evening I did freak out a little but soon after resigned myself to what will he will be. My next test results will let me know.

I've been doing it with this guy Brian for a while and had a hot experience with him at the weekend. He's a pretty big guy, about 6', slim, kinda hairy and has one of the best beards I've seen. Thick, dark, soft and a bit wavy. I've had a lot of fun kissing him and running my fingers through his beard. We mostly meet when his truck route takes him through my area. He's a bit of a odd guy, he's not much good for talking and he's always been shy about getting his clothes off for some reason. He doesn't mind being touched, grab his butt, even pull his t-shirt up a bit and play with his treasure trail, no problem, but until the weekend I'd never seem him fully naked and he'd always been pretty clear his dick was a hands off place. He'd move my hand if I got near it. I've always wanted him naked though, he's a sexy lean otter and totally my type. Usually we hang out a while kissing then he'll blow me until he's got a big load in his beard and then we're done. Sometimes he wants to be fucked though. It's always kind of down to business when we do that, he just pulls his jeans and boxers down a bit to expose his hairy butt and lie face down, or on his back with his legs up for me to enter him. I like getting intimate usually, kissing and stuff when fucking, but he just wants to lie there and take it. He's got a super fuckable butt though, and he moans and grunts a lot. Never asked for a condom, takes it as hard and as long as I want, and is cool with me shooting in him. So I can't complain. Sometimes he shoots a load in his boxers too, I can feel that familiar clenching in his hole and he's making the noises. I wonder how many other guys he's letting fuck him. On Friday, I told him he's a sexy guy and if he ever wants it's cool to top me, and I tell him how I'd like to make him cum too. After a while he says guys never want him on top because he's small. Eventually he gets it out and he's about 2.5" hard. Big nuts though. He says that other guys just ignore it mostly and never want to bottom for him, he's never topped. Took some convincing but it was about time he got in a guy's butt. I expected to have fun, he's a hot guy and I've got a pretty sensitive hole. Having the entrance teased with a dick feels great. But I had way more fun than I expected when Brian did it. He was rock hard and when he was pumping at my hole he was bumping and teasing it great, just dipping the tip of his dick in and out and leaking precum. A few times when I was really getting in to it and forgetting I pushed my hips up and expected to feel him enter me fully. Thing is, I loved being that dick hungry with him teasing my hole and never getting completely filled. He teased the hell out of my hole. He eventually cum with his tip pushed just inside me. I was relaxed and open so his shots went deep. I really felt the hot pulses of cum entering me and filling me. No prostate orgasms, but I definitely felt something happening with it when his hot cum filled me up. So, I'm wondering, do other guys ever bottom with small tops, and what does it feel like for them?

I met a very wasted older guy a few years ago. Extremely gaunt face, not attractive at all. Holding him was like holding a skeleton.He looked so sick he should have been in a hospice ward.I was so turned on !!! I wasn't on prep yet. He rimmed my ass and wanted to breed me. I really wanted him to. He told me he was 100% std free. He was not. I didn't want hiv. So I told him as soon as I was got my prep prescription from my doctor, in about a month from then, I would come back and he could breed me. I'd swallow his loads and rim his ass. His ass was very saggy and extremely wasted. I really wanted my tongue in his hole. But he said he had to fuck me now or I couldn't come back. I left. I wrote to him many times after begging for him to breed me, but he said no. And I'm not the type of guy who ever begs. I really don't want hiv. But still kind of wish i'd let him breed me. But i would probably be positive now, if i had. I know after one fuck, i would have been there all the time taking loads from him. I just wish he'd have let me come back. I'm on prep now and love getting bred by aids wasting men. But they are very hard to find. Im very turned on by ugly old trolls and younger fat trolls too. Makes me want to find an ugly, gross, overweight, disgusting troll who's bad at sex and let him use my mouth and ass as he likes. Let him fumble around with me and use me like a piece of meat. Completely take advantage of me with only his pleasure in mind. And after I cum, because im so turned by letting this disgusting troll take advantage of me, I let him continue to use me even though I've cum and am not in the mood anymore. And let his other disgusting friends use me too. I'm not into guys with bad hygiene, but otherwise, gross trolls and wasted emaciated can have my negative ass whenever they like. I love old grandpa types too. I've never been in a darkroom but I plan to try it out soon. In Montreal we have gay saunas with darkrooms.I hope it will be filled with mostly very old men and trolls. I want every guy inside to breed me. I think I'll wait outside and wait for the most wasted aids types and old men and trolls to go in, then i'll follow. I hope to leave that room with loads dripping out of my hole.

What little fucking that happens in Pacific Northwest US and Western Canada gay sex venues is mostly raw, the problem is there is a lot less sex at gay sex venues in this region than the other parts of the US and Canada that I'm familiar with. There is a large gay population, by percentage higher than anywhere else, but for whatever reason seems to focus less on casual sex and more on monagomous relationships, as well predilection towards oral only and non-penetrative activities. They love kinks, fetishes and telling everyone how open and accepting they are.

This beautiful skinny black guy and I locked eyes in the Clubhouse II. I approached him, he reached and fingered my asshole. I followed him to his room, we picked another bottom on the way there. I don't think I ever heard his voice except when he kicked the other guy out of the room for being too anxious and when he ask me if I wanted his phone number . . .

Just one chapter this time. Fiction. ------- I'm Jay. Not many people know I'm gay - well, actually I don't think anyone knows I'm gay. I'm 18 and in my fourth year of senior highschool and maybe people see me as a bit geeky since I am playing in the school band. Also, since I'm a mix of Dutch and Indonesian, I have the genes that make my skin a bit darker, and I am not so tall, and I have a swimmer's build. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I see myself and I don't know if I like it. I think I'm too thin, but yeah, my muscles are well defined anyway. "Jay, we're going on a tour!" - That's Fred. His real name is Fredericius, so we all call him Fred. He's a tall, but also big guy. And not big in muscles. He's got a big ass, a belly, and a bit of a round, smiling face and a mop of reddish hair up top. He's always friendly to people. He's also my total crush. Yeah, look, I'm into big guys. Belly, ass, tits... Not really bears, per se, I rather love smooth big guys. And from after our PT classes in the showers, I know Fred is smooth, has some freckles all over his body, big nipples, and a lovely quite big dick with red pubic hair. I've wanked my cock raw thinking about him, sucking his cock and tits... him fucking me into a mattress. Oh yeah, I forgot, I'm not only gay, but I'm also the utmost bottom, I love getting fucked raw by hot cocks. I've been crushing on Fred for the past three years, from the moment I saw him in the band. He's on the bass drum, and I'm playing trombone. I'm usually right behind him in the marching order, and I get to see his ass all the time, which in the quite tight band uniform is a bloody distraction. All I can think of, and have been able to think of is how it's going to feel eating that ass... him sitting on top of me... but I digress. "Oh, we are? Where are we going?" He shows me the email on his phone. OK, so bus tour to a few cities around here in Europe. Cool. The email states that unfortunately we'll all have to share rooms, due to the cost. And at a point it'll be a youth hostel dormitory. Great. --- We've been bussing around now for a couple of days. This night we have the luxury of a hotel, and our band master is handing out the keys and pairing people up. He gives Fred a key and says "Fred and Jay". My heart jumps. Fred looks at me and smiles, saying "Let's go up". We enter our room and ... it's small. A typical small hotel room with - a single double bed. My face goes tomato red immediately. "Well" says Fred, at least it'll be cozy" chuckling a bit nervously. I have prepared for this. In fact, I have actually found some G that I've put in my special water bottle, so I can get over my inhibition and maybe invite him to at least a suck off. I put it up on the dresser and we go for dinner, coming back after a couple of hours, quite tired. He undresses right in front of me, as he has done so many times before in PT class. I... try not to look at him. Seeing him in his boxers... his hot big body in front of me... Fuck. My dick is getting hard! I rush into the bathroom and try to think of whatever while I brush my teeth. Dick goes down after a little while, thank god, and now it fits in my quite small briefs. When I get out, a few minutes later, Fred says "I hope you don't mind, I finished the water you had. What was it, vitamin water? It tasted a bit off" I just looked at him with big eyes. "You drank it all?" "Yeah, sorry, I'll buy some for you tomorrow". Oh, shit... wow. I'm sort of getting hard again and a bit worried over how much he got. But he's a big guy... He looks at me a bit funny, but goes in to brush his teeth, and I slip under the cover of the bed. When he comes out again, he comes straight to bed, and says "Whoa, I'm a bit more tired than I thought", shuts the light off and lies down on the bed and falls promptly asleep. All I can think of now, is him being in the same bed as I am. I am now getting horribly hard. My cock is fucking poking out of my briefs, and it's also pumping pre-cum like crazy. And I'm not even touching it... I look over at Fred, he's on his back, snoring very lightly. I admire his body, his sweet, smooth, chunky body. Slowly, I get out from under the cover. I can always pretend I'm going to the bathroom. I inch forward to him, and let my hand slowly rest on his thigh. Breathing doesn't change, and I get a bit bolder. What the hell am I doing... but now I'm sort of committed. I lean over his torso and hover over his right tit. His lovely big nipple right there, just a centimeter under my lips... and I lower my mouth on it. Holy shit... holy shit... my tongue slowly whirls around that nipple, and I kiss it. It's almost enough to make me cum. He moves slightly, but doesn't wake up - how the hell would I explain that... OK, I now slowly move down along his lovely belly. On his back, it's not that big, but it's smooth and I can't resist caressing it. Now then... what to do next? He's got "old-fashioned" boxers, with a slit for the cock. My fingers gingerly move apart the cloth to reveal his dick, and I think I told you already, it's quite big. But right now, it's resting, and I caress the little shaft, from foreskin down to the base. I listen intensely for his breathing to change, but nothing happens. He's sleeping very deeply thanks to the G. I move over to his dick, smelling a bit of his body, a little bit of sweat, a little bit of pee... my cock is so rock hard now and positively leaking of precum. I can feel the smell of myself, although a lot of it is soaked up by my briefs. I go closer and sniff his cock and crotch... and, finally, I lick his cock. I start off with small licks. A little bit around the base, then up the shaft to his foreskin. I allow myself to nibble a little bit with my lips. I can feel it getting harder. His breathing doesn't change though, and I am confident now, he'll be sleeping soundly. I use my hands to raise his half-hard cock and then I open my mouth and let my lips slide over his cock head, covered with foreskin. A bit of salty taste to his cock... I can now feel it growing in my mouth. And growing... and growing... It's glorious. I love this cock. His cockhead pokes out of the foreskin, and I can now wrap my tongue around it. I'm not moving at all. I am so still - but my mouth is sucking Fred, at last. I use two fingers to make his cock stand up and then I take as much as I can in my mouth. I start to suck him very slowly. It's incredible. It doesn't take long. He cums with a hard spurt of semen, and I swallow as much as I can, trying NOT to move around while doing it. Finally he's spent, and I slowly lick up the rest of it. Now I am moving - I'm going to the bathroom. And in the bathroom I pull out my precum-wet hard cock, and I jerk off like a madman. It takes all of 30 seconds to cum as I've never cum before. I'm so fucking horny for my chubby band-mate!!! After drying myself off I go back to bed, and we don't wake up until morning. And when I wake up, I find myself spooned by Fred, holding me like his little pillow and snuffling into my neck. He's also got a raging hardon, which I can feel although there's a cover between us. I stir a little, although I'd love to stay like this forever. "Jesus!" I hear him say while moving away. "Jay, I'm so sorry, I'm not sure what happened" - he actually looks a bit embarrassed. "It's OK Fred, it's actually quite nice" I said. The rest of the trip was uneventful, except for me beating my cock raw again, now that I'd had a taste of him. I wanted more of that. And there was more to come. ----- A few weeks later, it's time for the third year ball for us graduating school. That ball is held in a castle in the countryside, by a lake, far enough from town as to not bother anyone while we're partying all night long, and it also has hotel rooms for us to rent so we don't have to try to get back home in the middle of the night. Of course, I'm attending, but of course, I dont't want a date with a girl. So I just rent a room anyway. Talking to Fred, I quickly understand he isn't going to attend the ball. When I ask him, he says "Well, none of the girls I've asked wanted to go with me" and he looks a bit down. "Fucking hell, Fred, it's their loss! Besides, I'm going alone, why don't we go alone, together?" "Yeah, but I can't afford the room, and I think all of them are rented out now". "Fred, I've got a room, and it's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before" I say, before catching myself. He smiles brightly, then chuckles as he always does, and says "That's true though. Not to mention the spooning". My heart thumps a bit harder in my chest and I think of me sucking his cock while was sleeping. "Hang on, I'll be back" I say, rush to the bathroom and take my cock out to jerk it quickly... I need to cum, now!" I sit on the toilet bowl, spurting my cum into the water. I don't even bother to wipe the rest off, I just tuck my cock into my briefs and then go back to class. The night of the ball, I have prepared properly. Now that I know he's sleeping with me (well, he thinks it'll be "sleeping") I have brought some stuff to help me. Lube... check. Poppers... check. (I've bought it just for this). Jockstraps to wear under the suit - check. Finally, I've actually bought a couple of joints that I have in my suit pocket. I need that so I can get a bit of courage trying to seduce Fred. The ball is winding down in the wee hours of the morning. I've had fun, lots of laughs and got a bit drunk (not too much) and Fred, too is tipsy. Not "vomit-my-head-drunk", but happy, chatty and very cuddly. Yeah, you heard it right. With a bit of alcohol, that guy sat next to me, had his hands around my shoulders, and at a point even planting a big kiss on my head, saying "Thank you for taking me here", although he'd paid hes own dues. I sit outside the castle on a big rock down towards the lake, and I bring up my joint, light it and then puff on it. It feels good and I relax. In the hot summer night, I take off my jacket and tie, and open up my shirt three buttons down, feeling the air on my chest. I don't know for how long I sit there, smoking my joint, but I'm not quite half-way on it, when I hear a voice behind me. "Jay, my man, I've been looking for you" Fred says, carefully heading down the slope towards me. "They're closing down now, what are you doing out here all by yourself?" He sits down next to me... very close... and then he notices the joint. "Oh, wow, can I try? I've never done it before" "Here, take this one" I give him the other joint from my jacket pocket, and I light it up for him. He drags the joint and immediately has a coughing fit. I smile, and dunk him on his back. "Take it easy, Fred..." And then I teach him how to smoke it. He's a fast learner. I finish my joint, but he still has a lot left. He smiles a bit towards me and hands it over. "You can finish this one too" He says, a bit blurry around the edges now... LOL, both alcohol and marijuana, well... I suck on it a couple of drags, and give it back. He takes a couple of drags too. I look at him and then I plunge out into the unknown. "You know, there's another way of sharing..." He looks at me and asks "Oh, what's that?" "Ok, open your mouth". I get closer to his face, take a drag on the joint, and then go really really close, our lips almost meet, but careful not to. "Inhale" I say. As he does so, I exhale. The smoke goes directly from my lungs into his. He smiles and says "Oooohhh.... again?" I inhale, keep it in, go close to exhale... and he comes close to inhale... and our lips meet. I exhale right into his mouth as he's inhaling - but then he doesn't move off. He stays, lips together and he moves his hand up and holds my neck while he deepens the kiss. "Again.. " he says after a while. I can see lust in his eyes, but I think it's mostly the MJ "talking". I take another hit from the joint and we share it. His hand moves from my neck down to my chest, finds its way inside my shirt on my bare skin. He's caressing my chest while we kiss. We finish off the joint together with a lot of kissing. I'm hard as hell in my jockstraps. And wet. I can't resist, so I put my hand over his crotch and feel his big hard dick under his trousers. "MMMmmmm..." he says in my mouth. I feel his cock, kneading it through the fabric. He leans back a bit, and then opens up his fly. Slowly. And the reason is... he's not wearing anything under!!! His cock plops up from within his trousers, and he holds it in his hand, jerking it a bit. This, I can't resist. I lean down to his lap. Again, I open my mouth wide, and swallow his cock - as much as I can. I hear him moan and sigh happily. He puts his hand on my head, pushing me a bit down on his cock. "Yeah, man.... suck me" I look up and I see his lustful face looking back at me, now bobbing up and down on his shaft. I use my hand to pull his foreskin down, that's covering his cockhead even in full hardon - as I did last time 😉 but now I can enjoy a bit more ... vigorously. I suck him, oh do I suck him. And, of course, it doesn't take that long, he pants "I'm gonna cum" and I go down all the way, feeling his cock down my throat unleashing his volcano load of cum. And I swallow. Some of it comes out through my lips on his shaft, and I lick it up. He lifts me up and kisses my cum-wet lips. "Mmmmmmm fuck you taste good" he says. "Well, actually, it's you that tastes this good". He chuckles again, and I think I'm in love. "Let's go to the room" he nods towards the hotel wing. He grabs my hand with one of his hands, he tucks his cock in with the other, I grab my jacket and up we go. I open up the hotel room and walk inside, him right behind me. He grabs my hips and stops me in the little hallway, bends down a bit and kisses my neck. "You really have a lovely neck" he says. I turn around and we share a deep kiss again, shedding off our suits, and going towards the bed. My cock is rock hard again, in my jockstraps, and a big wet spot on the front. His cock is hard, too, but he's naked now. I stand before him, reaching his shoulders, but I know what I want. His hands are roaming over my back, down to my ass, feeling the cheeks, parting them, and opening up my crack. We kiss, I feel his hard cock agains my belly, and I just bend my head a little to reach his wonderful big nipples. Starting on the right, kissing, licking and nibbling on the nipple... grabbing his tit and using my mouth to suckle on it like a baby. He's moaning and doesn't really know what to do with himself. "Shhiiiiiiittt babe," he says (Babe?!?! 😄 ) "whooooaaa.. that's so far out, I love that!!!" "MMMMMm" I hum on his tit. I let go, and I confess: "Freddie... I've wanted to do this for such a long time". Then I kneel in front of him, taking his hard cock in my mouth again. I suck him for half a minute, then turn my attention to his balls, lovely hanging big balls to go with that big cock. I smell his body smell in his crotch, lick and suck his balls, all the while he's moaning and grabbing his cock. I grab the poppers from my bag. He looks at me curiously while I open the little brown bottle and then inhale deeply in each nostril. I do it a couple of times and then I offer it to him. He takes the bottle and mimics me. "whoa, what is that" he asks, as the poppers goes to his head. "It's poppers" I say. I take back the bottle, and put the cap on. Then I move over to the bed and lie down, dragging him on top of me. The big guy is so self-conscious. I love for his big body to almost crush me under him. I pull him closer and push his knees away so he lies on top of me. His cock slides in between my legs, and I spread them and put them around his thicc ass. His cockhead finds my hole and I open up ever so slightly, to just let him know. He pushes himself off and looks into my eyes. I look back and tell him "I want you". I've waited for so long, and now I've got his cock right on the verge to peneterate me. "Fuck me, Freddie... push it in now". Lube or no lube, I need that cock in me. I want it NOW. I don't have time to stop and get it. I lick my fingers and reach down to wet it. I repeat it while he's watching me. I also wet his cock slightly. Then use my hand to guide him to my hole. His cock slowly pushes inside me. It's really tight... his cock is so fucking big. Fortunately it's "torpedo-shaped", so his cockhead isn't bigger than the shaft. I nod to him, looking at his asking eyes, and he pushes all the way to the bottom. I gasp a bit. He stills, until he thinks I've gotten used to his big tool in my cute boy hole. I push my legs further up so he gets in properly all the way. My feet are on his ass and I use them as if I'm urging a horse to walk. He starts fucking me. It's a bit slow, a bit clumsy at first. I have the poppers and I open the bottle and he stops while I take some deep poppers hits. He does the same and waits while I close the lid, and then starts fucking me hard. OH MY GOD, it's just the way I've dreamed it. It doesn't last. It's just a couple of minutes. But then he cums inside me and I can feel his cock jerking when the load exits his cock. He's still hard, though. He keeps on fucking me just a bit. Then he moves his cock out and my hole doesn't close really that fast so the cum is leaking out of me. What he does next is mind boggling - I thought he was this shy chubby boy... but he goes down on me, he lifts my legs up, knees towards my chest, and then dives in with his face on my hole. He licks it, eats his own cum, and makes me oh so horny! Then his tongue moves up towards my balls, he moves the wet jockstrap out of the way and takes each ball in his mouth, and then finally both. He tugs on my ball sack, making my hard cock dance on my stomack, leaving streaks of precum. He licks my belly, and then my shaft and then he swallows my cock. Man, his soft mouth is so good. I use some more of the poppers, and then he takes some, too. He moves expertly up and down my cock, tugging on my balls, and oooohhhhh.... pushing a finger inside me... ohh.. deep inside me? Then he presses forward with his finger and I feel a surge coming from deep inside me, feet tingling and then I CUM HARD!!! I give him my sperm, right into his mouth, but he's a better cock sucker than I am, and he swallows every. single. drop of it. Yes! So fucking hot, the man of my dreams is drinking my cum. He comes up to me, smiling. "Did you like it?" He asks. I'm a bit overwhelmed, I nod. I nod, and pull him against me. "I've waited so long for this, Freddie... you don't even know." "Well," he smiles at me, "waiting time is over, obviously". He's on top of me again. I can feel his hard cock. Still hard. My cock is soft now, as it is when I cum. "Turn around, on all four" he says. I put my head on the pillow, ass in the air. "Ohhhh.... so nice," he practically purrs. Then I feel his mouth on my hole again. He plays with my cock and balls with his hand, while he's sucking on my hole. Yes, you heard right. Sucking. And nibbling, and licking with broad wet tongue. He grabs the poppers and opens the bottle, taking a few deep hits, and then he gives me the open bottle, making me do the same again. Then he grabs my hips and pulls me agains him, and I feel his cock just simply gliding inside my hole. "Babe," he says, "you're so fucking hot... I need to fuck you now, you OK with that?" My fact is in the pillow, but I scream "YEEESSS" into it. He now unleashes his demon cock!!! Oh, my god, how he fucks me. My own dick is flopping around, and I just take hit after hit with the poppers. He slows down when I have the bottle to my nose, but then picks up the pace when I'm done. "Fucking hell Jay, I'm gonna give you my load again" He shouts in the room. "Fucking breed me, Freddie, I want your babies in me" I shout in the pillow. I hear him groan and then feel the stream inside me. How much cum does the man have!!!! He fucks it in real deep, but of course it's leaking out with his shaft. He keeps on fucking me while telling me how much he loves fucking me. Loves loading me. Loves me. He falls down on top of me, his cock still inside me, but I can feel now, that he's going softer. He crushes me down with his big body, big belly, big ass, big legs. And I love it so much. Love his cock in me. Love his load in me. Love him. We just stay like that for a long while. His cock slips out of me. We're wet of cum and sweat. Morning birds are chirping outside the window. But we don't care. We fall asleep and he holds me in his arms all morning.

I agree with your assessment but some people get off on cheating. So even open relationships are too restrictive for them.

Not interested in the bottoms dick , so not an issue

You are playing with fire and your life unless you know how to carry your positive status with grace. My honest suggestion is don't do it. Use Prep if you want to be liberated sexually and still bareback. Try DoxyPep for STD prevention. When medical science has made so much progress to slowly liberate the gay community from the AiDS scare of the 80s why not make the best use of these miracles. What's the logic in taking a pill afterwards when you can take a pill before and save yourself from other complications. Such decisions are made through the brain and nor dick.

A guy who gets on his knees, arches his back and doesn’t squirm or try to pull away.

Live in a small rural town outside Toronto. Finding a hard cock in this sleepy town is like finding water in the desert. However last night when I was leaving the gym I got a message from a 23 yr old young fit guy with 8in thick veiny cock that he wanted to fuck my ass. Went to his house. Fucked me doggy and gave me his first load. Since I was still beating myself the ass muscles clamped on his cock getting him hard again. Fucked a second load in me and by the time I had come he went for a third one and this time my favorite position in missionary. When he was walking me out I saw a picture of him with an older gentleman. Upon asking who the person is he said that he is his father. Of course I didn't tell him but his father had fucked me a few times last summer outdoors. Now I have his son's load in me as well. Left his place so full and so satisfied that my ass is still gaping from his love making. World is full of coincidences and wish I can take both father and son together once.

Since you said dick here's mine.

Usual Disclaimers, this is a work of fiction, all characters are of legal age. Part 1 pretty much sets up the initial premise of the story as well as a few of the main characters. Feedback and suggestions welcome. Although if the story isn't your cup of tea, just please move along. Thank you. FRESHMAN PROJECT: Jason (Part 1) Jason took a deep breath, gathering up his courage, then pulled the door open and stepped inside. The lobby of the college LGBTQIA+ center was decorated in rainbow colors and the walls were covered with a mix of affirmations about being queer and safer sex messages. There were several hallways leading deeper into the building on either side of a reception desk. A butch lesbian in her mid-twenties was seated behind the desk. She looked up and gave Jason a welcoming smile, “How can I help you?” she said. “Um, well, uh,” stuttered Jason. “You here for the Gay & Bi Male Identified Discussion Group and Mingle?” she asked. “Uh, yeah,” said Jason blushing. “Welcome, it’s down the hallway to your right, second door on the right,” she said pointing to the hallway on her left,. “It’s just about to start so you better hurry, I’m Kat by the way, if you are interested in learning about volunteer opportunities come stop by after the meeting,” she said. “Uh, okay, maybe, I’m Jason,” said Jason as he forced himself to smile then proceeded to head down the indicated hallway. He found the correct door, it had a sign, “Gay/Bi Male Identified Discussion Group and Mingle, 7-9pm Every Tuesday”. He saw there was a mirror next to the door so he justified stalling a bit to make sure he looked okay. He brushed his light brown bangs off his forehead. He had always kept his hair very short at home, but let it grow about a bit before heading off to college. He guessed he was sort of attractive as there had always been girls interested in him, but he put them off saying his family did not want him dating in high school. He had blue eyes and still was not able to grow much in the way of facial hair, so he only had to shave his pale face once a week or so. The thing he hated most about himself was that he was fairly skinny and had never been able to put much muscle on his 5’7” frame. “Okay coward, it’s now or never,” he said to his reflection before turning towards the door. He still stood in front of the door for a few seconds, fighting the urge to flee. Eventually he pushed through it and opened the door. Inside there were approximately a dozen guys ranging in age from 18 to mid-20’s. Some were seated in chairs that were in a ring dominating the center of the room and a few were standing outside the ring chatting with each other. There was a table with sodas, water, and a few snacks against the far wall. Jason’s eyes were immediately drawn to a gorgeous masculine guy that was standing off to his left talking to another guy. The hunk looked like a mix between and surfer bro and a clean cut college athlete. He had wavy blond hair that framed his handsome face perfectly. His body was muscular without being thick. He appeared to be just over six feet tall and didn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on him. He was wearing a light gray t-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and firm muscles. He wore a pair of skin tight black jeans that had a noticeable bulge in the crotch. When he laughed, his smile and bright white teeth seemed to light up the room. Jason guess he was likely in his early twenties, which would make him an upperclassman or maybe a first year grad student. He was everything Jason dreamed about when he was masturbating in the shower back home at his family’s house. The student he was talking was the complete opposite. He was either Jason’s age or maybe a year older at most. He was about the same height as Jason, 5’6” and even skinnier than Jason who only weighted about 130 pounds. He was wearing a tight pink tank and a pair of skimpy red running shorts that were stretched tight around a firm bubble butt. The outfit left a gap between the tank top and the shorts, revealing a tramp stamp tattoo on the boy’s lower back. Jason couldn’t quite make out what he said from across the room. The boy also had several piercings in his ears as well as multiple tribal design tattoos on his arms and legs. His hair was died purple on the top with the sides shaved. ‘What a fag,’ thought Jason, his internalized homophobia making him look down on the boy for being so obviously gay, which was a stark contrast to Jason’s dream guy he was talking with. Jason realized he was staring at the pair, so he quickly turned and headed to the table with the snacks and drinks, avoiding the two by heading around the other side of the circle of chairs from where they were standing. Jason said hello to several of the other students that were hanging around the snack table. He grabbed a bottle of water so he had something to keep his hands occupied and hopefully hide his nervousness. After just a couple minutes, Jason’s dream guy, broke off his conversation with the fag boy and walked into the center of the circle of chairs. “Okay everyone, it’s time to start, everyone please take a seat so we can begin. For the fresh meat, er, I mean new comers, my name is Blake and I’m the group facilitator,” he said. Jason quickly found a seat and stared at the floor. ‘Maybe I made a mistake,’ he thought. He had grown up in a conservative household, his parents were devout evangelical Christians, in a conservative southern town. He knew he was gay from a young age but had always been too scared to act on it, let alone admit it to anyone. Now he was halfway across the country at a very liberal university on the coast of California just a short drive away from San Francisco. His father had tried to convince Jason to go to Liberty University, but Jason and gotten himself accepted with a full scholarship at an elite private university. While his parents weren’t happy about it, they said that since he was an adult, he could make his own choices now. Still, Jason was struggling with the thought of actually admitting to another person, let alone a room full of people, that he was gay. “So let’s start with introductions,” instructed Blake as he took his seat. Jason noticed that he did not sit next the flamboyant twink he had been talking with, which gave Jason hope that they weren’t a couple, “I’ll go first, as I just said my name is Blake. For those that don’t know me yet, I’m a senior this year. I’m doing a double major in Psychology and Education. I’m also on the swim team and if anyone is interested in trying out let me know and I can give you the details. I identify as gay. As an ice breaker, my idea of a great evening is listening to some music and snuggling with a cute guy.” There were a couple quiet chuckles from a few of the guys and the twink Blake had been talking with rolled his eyes and said, “Oh honey.” Jason had trouble focusing on the others as they introduced themselves. He kept trying to sneak glances at Blake but it seemed every time he looked towards him, Blake turned from whoever was speaking and smiled at Jason, which made Jason blush and stare back down at his feet. “As most of you already know, my name is Aiden,” said the boy that Jason had seen talking with Blake earlier. He had a stereotypical ‘gay voice’ and very over the top mannerisms, talking a lot with his hands. “I’m a sophomore and still haven’t figured out what major is going to be…” he was saying until he was interrupted by one of the guys on the other side of the circle shouting out. “You’re majoring in dick,” said the interrupter. Several of the guys laughed. “No cross talk Roger,” scolded Blake. Turning towards Aiden, he said “Please continue Aiden.” Aiden gave a smug smile then continued, “Well anyway, I identify as a cum dump and I’d say what my idea of a perfect evening was but I got told not to be so graphic at the end of last years meetings.” Again there were a few knowing chuckles. Jason was feeling nauseous, it was a combination of knowing there were just a couple more students until it was his turn to speak and warring emotions inside of him, he was both repulsed by Aiden and jealous of him. “Hey, it’s your turn if you would like to share,” said Blake to Jason. Jason had zoned out and now he was dying of embarrassment. “Um, uh, sorry,” he stammered. “My name’s Jason, I’m a freshman. I’m from a small town in Alabama,” he said trying to not look at Blake. “Isn’t his accent precious,” injected Aiden. “Let him finish,” scolded Blake. “Yes Sir,” snapped Aiden as he dramatically straightened up in his chair and smirked at Blake. There was an awkward silence before Jason continued, “Uh, I’m still debating between Political Science as a prelude to law school or maybe History and Education. I’m not sure how I identify yet, I think I’m gay as girls never really made me feel the way inside that I do when I think about guys. I really don’t know what a perfect night would be, I’ve never been on a date before,” Jason realized he was starting to ramble and overshare out of nervousness. He fought the urge to jump up and run out of the room. He expected the other guys in the room to start laughing at him but instead he some most of them of them were just quietly nodding and giving him welcoming smiles. “Thank you Jason. Don’t worry about picking a major or an identity. There will be plenty of time for you to figure everything out. That is what college is for, it helps you find out who you really are and lets you become what you were meant to be,” said Blake. The guy next to Jason started his introduction and Jason again had trouble focusing. After all the introductions were done, Blake led a discussion about safer-sex. He explained that it was a requirement from the university that the first night’s topic for all the student groups was to go over all the safer sex resources available at the campus health clinic including STD screening and PrEP for any students that felt they were a high risk for HIV. Blake also demonstrated on a banana how to apply a condom and that university recommended them for oral and anal sex as well as using a dental dam for rimming, all of which was available to students for free and both the health clinic and the LGBTQIA+ Student Center, which everyone just called the Rainbow Center since most of them kept stumbling over all the letters. After the presentation was over Blake announced that they still had the room for another half hour if people wanted to stay and mingle some more. Jason jumped up and was about to bolt for the door when Blake quickly crossed across the circle and stopped him, “Hey Jason you got a sec?” “Uh, sure I guess,” said Jason trying to not appear as the huge mess he felt he was at the moment. “I want to say it took a lot of courage for you to come here tonight. Coming out is tough and its hard if you are doing it all by yourself. If you would like to talk sometime we can grab a coffee at the Student Union and have a bit more relaxed chat, not in front of the big crazy group like these guys. Would you be interested in that?” asked Blake. Jason gulped. This smart, amazingly handsome jock senior was offering to have a coffee with him. Jason fought his instincts which were driving him right into fight or flight mode. “Um yeah, okay,” he said. “Great, does 3pm tomorrow work with your class schedule?” asked Blake. Jason couldn’t remember if it did or not but quickly replied, “Sure.” “Perfect, it’s a date,” laughed Blake. He saw a look of panic pass over Jason’s face, so he quickly added, “Just a phrase, no pressure Jason, I’m sorry.” “Uh okay, um, well,” sputter Jason, his words failing him. Fortunately Blake bailed him out, “Okay see you tomorrow at three,” he said as he reached out and gave the shorter boy a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. They said their goodbyes and Jason finally got his wish to flee the meeting. After the new boy had left, Aiden walked over to Blake. “So, he seems interesting,” said Aiden with a smirk. “Yeah, I think I found this year’s Freshman Project already,” said Blake with a big smile. “Do you think he will be as easy to convert as I was?” asked Aiden. “Depends on which definition of convert you are talking about,” replied Blake with a laugh. “Both,” said Aiden laughing as well. “Speaking of that, I missed you this summer, you started meds yet?” asked Blake. “I missed that pussy wrecker of yours. My t-cells are holding up so far so I haven’t started any yet, want to get as many strains as I can before I have to start. I’d love a recharge of yours if you are offering,” said Aiden as he leaned into the muscular swimmer who had been his gifter last fall. “Sure come by my apartment tomorrow after 9pm, I’m sure I’ll have good load worked up after spending a few hours with that naive southern boy. You going to want to pick up any party favors for the weekend as well?” asked Blake as he reached down and gave Aiden’s ass cheek a hard squeeze. “Yes please, I’ve already got quite a few guys lined up who also missed me over the summer,” teased Aiden. “Well keep some time available for me, I’m going to need to breed that ass of yours a lot until I got Jason broken in,” said Blake. “Well then for my sake I hope our little southern belle hangs on to her virginity for as long as she can,” said Aiden. “Oh come now Aide, you know he’s going to be pregnant with my babies before the Thanksgiving break, particularly if he meets Miss Tina,” said Blake, an evil gleam in his eye.

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

Predators and prey Michael was a good boy. He was a good pupil and always listened to his parents. He helped old people in crossing the street and was involved in his church. And Michael believed in God. Still there was a dark secret hidden in this otherwise always friendly guy. Michael fantasized of being sexually dominated by men. His parents didn’t know he was gay. To the extent either of them thought about it, both his mother and father assumed he was shy with girls, but that eventually he would grow out of it. Neither ever considered Michael might be a dick-taking faggot. Now, at the age of 18, having received his driving license, Mike felt an overwhelming urge to get fucked. The urge grew from day to day. In his mind he was ripped open by one, two, three, sometimes even four guys. He wanted to serve them with his body. He instinctively knew his role was to be on the receiving end. Living in a small village, where everyone knew each other it was impossible for Mike to stare at the other boys. He was always keeping his little secret to himself and never gave anyone the opportunity to think otherwise of him. He was the cute Christian neighbor boy, who was saving himself for the right girl. “Mom?” “What is it” his mother yelled from the kitchen. “Can I borrow the car, please?” he asked politely. His mother came into the hall. It was almost 10:00 o’clock in the evening. "Why do you need the car at this hour," she asked. "I forgot a school book at a buddy's house and I need it for an upcoming exam," Michael explained. His mother trusted Michael in all of his action and although she was worried about him, driving in the dark he convinced her, that he needed the book urgently and would be back soon. Michael’s father died two year ago from cancer. Since then he was ‘the man’ in the house. His mother smiled to him and asked him to drive slowly and to be home soon. Michael took the keys from the table and told his mother he would return soon and that he might chat with his friend a bit. Michael never mentioned a name and his mother didn't think to ask which of Michael's friends. In any event off Michael went in his mother's car. Of course his destination was not a buddy's house, but rather a cruising lot where gays met to fuck each other. He read about the place on the internet. His destination was a parking lot which adjoined a nearby forest. As he drove into the parking lot, Michael thought "Now is the time to get some action." In the forum he read about the cruising area. It was well visited and people wrote about their sex encounters which made Mike always horny. He read about the option of being fucked bareback. Mike knew about condoms, but sex was never a subject at home. He knew condoms prevent a girl of becoming pregnant, but he was not a girl. Believe it or not, but Michael was unaware of the dangers of STD’s or HIV. This was just not part of his world and although he needed cock, he was also full of doubts, if the path he walked would lead him straight to hell. He had to drive quite some miles and in the back of his mind was hoping his mom didn’t check the mileage after all. Finally he arrived at his destination. It was almost 11:00 pm. There were several other cars parked in a big parking lot. Although the parking lot was officially a rest area, none of the cars were occupied with passengers. Mike was hard. He was wearing a tight blue jeans and a blue shirt with an imprint of his school, St. Barnabas. His heart was beating so fast. He thought it would burst inside of his chest. His jeans almost did anyway, showing a nice bulge, although Mike had not the biggest gun for sure. He opened the car door and exited the vehicle. He couldn’t see anyone although the moon was shining bright. Slowly he started walking towards the forest. He felt his ass tingle in excitement. Tonight he wanted to take cocks into his arse. He wouldn’t mind if some guys would use him and although he had dreams about the only one, he knew this was impossible for him. His was expected to get married one day and have a bunch of children. But he also had this needs and for tonight he would let guys be in charge of him and his young body. Michael entered the forest and suddenly saw a first couple engaged in sexual activities. He was so horny. This was the first time, he saw two guys actually doing something. One male was on his knees and was sucking a daddy type. The bearded hunk was around 40 and observed Michael instantly. Michael was actually looking shyly at the big cock of this dark haired top but was too afraid to stand still and start jerking or so. So he continued his way deeper into the darkness while the guy who had just focused on Mike pushed the sucker away and told him to fuck off. He had set his mind on this young twink, who was obviously the first time at such a place. Maybe he was a virgin. He closed his jeans and followed Michael. Other guys had also noticed the fresh meat and like predators they surrounded Michael eye-fucking the youngster. Michael was so excited. He had the feeling he wasn’t almost able to breathe. He passed some guys on his way through the woods. Deep voices reached out to him, enticing him with open invitations, such as “Hey there young one, need some hard dick?” And “What’s up, puppy? Looking for a daddy?” and again, “Hey boy, let me fuck your tight hole.” The sweet invitations to partake of debauchery of which Michael had only passing knowledge. He was too shy to reply, but he smiled cutely at all of them and was always looking at their big bulges and that was quite inviting for all of them. Another hunk actually stopped Michael by holding him by his shoulder and asked "Are you looking for some dick? We are all here to give it good to you. All you've gotta do is to spread your legs, you little cunt." Mike looked at the front of this guy's jeans. The buttons were open already and a thick cock was sticking out of his pants. Without a word the stud increased the pressure on Michael's shoulder and pressed him down onto his knees with the simple command "Suck." “I don’t know…how," Michael replied in a quiet, reserved whisper. “Are you a fucking virgin?” Mr. Big asked loudly. Michael nodded, in abject shame. “A fucking virgin,” Mr. Big replied with a coarse chuckle, adding “You know, you're gonna taste and feel many cocks tonight, little one.” With this pronouncement Mr. Big grabbed Michael's hair, pulling him down closer too his cock. “Just open your mouth and suck my dick. And take care of your teeth. Don’t scratch me with your fucking teeth” With that Michael was got his first taste of cock. He tried to look up to this macho fucker, but sucking for the first time, took much of his concentration and so he tried to take as much of the fuck meat into his mouth. The big guy pushed his dick further into Mikes throat and he choked on his cock. This was fucking great Michael thought. He hoped he would get used hard tonight. He wasn’t able to see, but 6 other guys were already jerking off. They had all heard the news, that this fucktoy was a virgin obviously. “Do you want to take dick up your cunt?” the guy above him asked. “Yes – please” Mike answered and blushed. “I just used my last condom bitch – you got some?” he asked loudly. “No – my mom would kill me, if she found condoms in my room”. "Your Mom?" the guy snickered. “You take it bare?” he asked loudly, so everyone nearby could hear the questioning. “Yes if course, that’s not a problem. I would love to take it raw. I will accept everyone” Michael replied and continued sucking dick. “Good boy. Very good boy. Let’s go. There is a shack nearby with a mattress inside. This is just the place we need to fuck you hard and give you some charged loads. Let’s go!” the male commanded. He dragged Michael by his arm and forced him to follow him through the woods. Michael now saw some other guys who were grinning at him wickedly. He felt like the star of the night. He knew everybody was wanting him and he was willing to accept every dick in his body. There was a glade in front of them and there he could see the booth. He was scared, but also excited. He wanted to be used. He needed cock. Tonight was the night he finally would experience what it meant to be a fagboy…

Part 1 I think of myself as a very average guy. Even when I get compliments about my looks I think that the guys are just trying to play nice or cultivate a fuck buddy relationship. I'm 29 y.o., total bottom, kinda submissive, smooth, 5.57 ft, athletic "twinkish" body (pics attached for better illustration). This day I just needed to get my hole filled with stranger spunk and headed to a bathhouse. That's not something I do frequently because I live a little far from the good sex clubs and i hate getting stuck in traffic after or before a fuck session. So there I was. Took my clothes of, wrapped a towel on my waist and got on the booth. There was a lot of good looking guys walking around or standing in the same spot waiting for a fuck, but most of them looked like they wanted the same as me: getting fucked hard and taking a nice load in the ass. So, i was starting to think I was wasting my time. So i was there standing in the booths hallway when he passed by. He was white daddy around 50 y.o., 6,2 ft, kinda muscular, short grey hair, massive fur in his chest, huge belly but nice pecs, and wasn't handsome at all. As soon as he spotted me, he stopped close and pressed his big bulge under the towel. He wasn't totally soft but I was impressed by his potential thickness. He motioned to enter a booth while he was staring at me and still grabbing his cock. I hesitated a little but since no one was looking I thought I should give it a try. He had a very serious, kind mean look on his face, As i entered the booth he closed the door threw his towel away and forced me on my knees. I was hypnotized by the godly awful smell in his extremely hairy crotch, he definitely didn't shower that day. He had at least 9 uncut inches and was very thick . So the faggot slut possessed me and I sank my face in his huge hairy balls trying to get some of that stinky in it. I must have spent 5 min just licking and smelling his balls and then moved to his cock. I pulled his foreskin and his cock head was covered in cheese. With no hesitation, i put it all in my mouth at once and savored his dirty cock with my tongue. That made him go crazy and he started facefucking me hard and since i have no gag reflex, i forced myself out of his cock and barfed a little on the floor and some of it fell on his foot. That's when his first words came out. He slapped my face really hard and said: - Show me your fuck hole, slut! So i climbed on the booth bed and exposed my hole in doggie style, blinking it as an invite for a good anal fuck. I was hoping he wouldn't use a condom. I looked behind and he was wanking furiously looking at my smooth ass. So he spit on his tool and tried to jam his raw cock at once in my ass, which made me see stars and retract my hole immediately. Every thrust he gained a little more entrance and i lost a little more desire. We never discussed status since practically no words were exchanged, but i always think whoever is fucking me is giving me a poz load to make me hornier. The whole time he had one hand pulling me by the hair and the other pressing my back to force me arch my body. I took his giant cock silently so we didn't grab the attention from the crowd in the other booths. By that point I wasn't feeling pleasure at all, but my mind was tricking me. I had to please this man. I had to let him use me however he wanted because in the dark corners of my mind i truly believe that's how a total bottom should serve a (supposed) total top. He was fucking me for good solid 30 min. The plowing gets harder and harder and i was about to give up and tell him i couldn't take it anymore. But in a sudden move he pulls me by the hair and whispers in my ear: - Get ready you whore, here comes my load! Next thing i was being flooded by the most powerful load i had ever taken. I stood there on all fours tasting his load, desperately twitching my hole trying to absorb it all. I look back and there was that evil look in his face again, almost like he was despising me. Another hair pull: - Now listen to me carefully. We are going to my place now. I always come here to rape some stupid pussy and tonight is your night. Let's go get dressed and follow me. We went downstairs and i was about to bail heading to the smoking area but my legs betrayed me, so we head to the locker room, got dressed, paid and left.

Yeah, I suppose I would have gotten over it a lot quicker had there been no photos. I am not exactly vanilla, but having someone piss on me is not exactly my idea of a good time. But that's me personally, I know many people find that exciting and I don't judged. Thank God those photos were gone once that Windows based computer crashed...........

Holy ffuck. Long dead thread but I’m glad I found it.

That’s soo beautiful that you had your very first cum leak while your brother was fucking you like the bottom you were born to be and that you were able to serve soo many men and have that close bond with your stepfather.

There is not going to be any significant difference if you take your meds within a three-hour variable window, unless you’re taking a med that must be taken timed around a meal. My first med, Atripla, was like that, and it was a majestic royal pain in the ass. No, your med is not going to work forever, and yes, no matter what you do you will have to change medication eventually. But that’s a good thing, because pharmaceutical companies are constantly working on better, more effective formulations with fewer side effects, and novel approaches. I have been on five different meds since I started, all but one of which has been an improvement over the one before. When my doctor says something better has come along, I’ll try that. In time, if you never ever changed, the Enemy Virus in your system would eventually adapt to the medication, develop resistance, and then it would be useless to you. Imagine that you never, ever changed any of your passwords - eventually some hacker is going to crack them, and you’ll be screwed. You change meds partly for the same reason you change passwords. As to your lifestyle: On this site we primarily discuss a sexually active (if not promiscuous) lifestyle that advocates unprotected intercourse. That lifestyle carries certain inherent health risks that can be reduced, but cannot be eliminated, and some of those unavoidable risks carry potentially serious consequences. Many of us consider the rewards of this lifestyle to be great enough that they are worth even a grave consequence. There is no great reward without great risk. Only you (and not your doctor) can decide whether the value of what the lifestyle would bring you would be worth the potentially serious consequence, and only you can weigh the degree of that risk and decide whether it is tolerable for you. Yes, I got HIV and as a result AIDS very nearly claimed my life. I have to live with the disease now for the rest of my days, and that sucks seriously. But - I am also a veteran of a 34-load gangbang, multiple 20+ load weekends, and have been cunted by now nearly 1,100 men by my count. And so very much more. My sexual life has been colorful and adventurous, and I have lived it. I will at least have little to regret that I did not try.

OK .... OK ... The highlight of Fri night wasn't in my favorite area (the darkroom), it was in the orgy room. Dimly lighted, but you can at least see the guys near you. There are built-in benches (taller than what comes to mind) on the N and S side of the orgy room, with a big round upholstered (vinyl, hopefully) sofa-like thing in the middle. It was jammed, took several minutes just to wriggle my way in, and some guy got up off the bench and I got his place. To my left were guys bent over the bench taking loads. To my right, another guy, who was in process of taking a load. Nice looking, nice body, all of that. Got my Cock out of my jeans, and inched closer to him. Put my hand next to my right leg, his hand a few inches away. Saw him looking at my hard Cock sticking out of my jeans, and his hand moved slightly closer. So, I moved mine as well, and gently stroked his hand. He was making the most inspiring sighs - the most lovely groans - and I wanted some of that, but I wanted the Cock that was fucking him to Breed him first. and I don't really like pushing myself into what is clearly a 2-guy fuck. Other guys sucked my Cock while I was waiting for my chance, maybe 5 or 6 ... and I must say, I've never had a bad (toothy) blowjob over there, but I wanted the guy's ass that was bent over the bench I was sitting on. Eventually he put his hand on mine, all the while making the most beautiful sighs and groans - Mozart-for-the-fuckjoints*. Finally the guy in his Hole shot his load, and my "intended" moved directly in front of me to suck my Cock. That left his Hole sticking out right in the middle of where other guys were squeezing through the crowd making the circuit of the room. Long story short, my eyes weren't the only ones on his Hole - he took several Cocks up his Hole while he sucked mine - not sure how many Bred him though. Finally, when I had the chance, I just spun him around and told him to sit on it - so his face was pointed at crotch-level into the crowd. He wasn't the best Cocksucker I've ever had, but his heart and soul were into it, so who am I to object? After a little while, I stood up, turned him around to face the bench, and kept rutting. And - no surprise - some guy tried to fuck ME. I had to tell him twice that I couldn't accommodate him, but it was kinda hot. Pumped him full of my load, squatted down and sucked that Hole .... stood up, thanked him, he returned the favor, and we went our separate ways. *Yes, obviously my very favorite composer ... Sat night: even better ... So when you arrive at Slammer, you have to fill out a form, name, addy, license number, etc. There's a shelf-like plank with clipboards and these forms, so you can get all that written down before getting to the payment window. Sometimes on really busy nights they set up a tall-but-small table on the other side of the entrance so the guys that previously bought the 3-month memberships can get in more quickly (on weekends, the line to get in can go out the door into the parking lot). Kind of a little "perk" for the regulars, I guess. Anyway, one of the employees - and no, I won't spill his name - but he's always been my favorite over there, and it was him manning that extra sign-in table. He flashed me a lovely grin, called me by name, asked how I am, etc - and I my Cock got hard. He saw it, felt me up, and licked his lips, so I put my hand down his jeans and felt up his Hole - and it was right there - not back behind a pair of fat cheeks - right there. Felt the fur in his hole, and I'd have fucked him right then and there. Guys waiting in line to get in started to chant "fuck him - fuck him" - which I didn't. We weren't even inside the joint yet - it was just the foyer. He said some nice things, I responded, but it was Saturday night - there was a long line, and no guy waiting in line to even get into the place wanted to waste one more minute on the "mating dance" us. He did ask if I had a boy of my own, which was interesting. He wrapped it up, saying something like 'I want that' .... to which I "replied Well, you have all my contact information already - name, address, phone # ......". So we'll see what happens ... I'd love to hear the doorbell, open the door, and see that smiling face. But then, maybe he does that with a lot of the regulars. So, went into the joint, did all my usual stuff, rutted my way down the line of Holes in the darkroom, went to the orgyroom, but it was just too jammed to get in - so went to the elevated Cocksucker's gallery and fucked some throats - (never experienced a bad Cocksucker there), wandered around for a while (and saw two guys I knew from "regular" life), and finally hit the darkroom again, sucked some Holes, pumped a load up one of them. So yeah, it was a great couple of nights .... and, if I hear from 'name-withheld", I'll mention it. Ya'all's bunch of hot, sweet, wonderful fantastic PIGS ..... and Iove every damn one of ya ......

Cody: Sunlight streaming in the bedroom window caused a bit of haze as I very slowly awoke. The two day drive from Seattle to Dad’s house in the suburbs of Chicago had really taken a lot out of me, but after a couple of very groggy minutes I realized I was in his bed, alone. I figured he had likely gone for a run. I really love sleeping in Dad's bed. Although I would have preferred to find him sleeping next to me, at least I could still smell him. My Dad and I started having sex several years before I left for college. It wasn’t an affair as much as it was pure hormones. Being a horny teen, I was eager to learn about sex, and Dad was more than willing to be my guide. I never complained, especially since I had long since adjusted to the reality I was gay, and, as my relationship with Dad expanded to include sex, I was more than ready and receptive, especially since then as now, Dad maintained had a nicely toned body. As I lay there in his bed, it occurred to me my morning wood was in complete agreement. After high school I was accepted at an out-of-state university. Fast forward several years of fun and hard work, and now, post graduation, I had a degree in finance and was back at my Dad’s house. I was horny and wanted his body more now than ever before. I couldn’t get enough cum. In college I had been a real pig, and sucked off more than one roommate. I’m surprised I came away from college without coming down with one STD or another. Anyhow, Dad was now 43 to my 22 years, but as he exercises religiously, he is still really young in my eyes. I was always slim and had been on my high school’s swim team, which helped get me a scholarship and to tryouts for the college swim team. I was trim, and I definitely like my body, but my 'little Cody' was doing all the thinking. I imagined if Dad were here right now I’d be sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. I wondered why we hadn't fucked the night before. I know I wanted him, and he had been very happy to see me, but as I had been exhausted by the drive, I guess I just passed out. The thought of Dad fucking me got me rock hard and horny to the point of distraction. Something needed to happen soon; I wanted, no, I needed Dad's cum inside my hole, especially when I thought back to my experiences in years past with Dad. I really liked it when, as we fucked, Dad would get verbal and nasty, calling me his cum hole. My cock started to leak. I got up to piss, and afterwards checked my phone. There was a text from Dad that read, “Getting an early run in, back soon Cod.” My name is Cody, but as long back as I could remember Dad has used the nickname 'Cod'. The kinky part of me wanted him to call me his “cum hole,” and tell me how he was breeding my ass. Fuck, I wanted to taste his cum. I decided to shower and get myself together before Dad got back. I was horned as fuck and thought about jacking off but decided to wait until Dad got back. I was determined to get his load. Dad: It was nice watching Cod sleep was nice, and knowing he needed the rest, I decided to let him sleep in and use the opportunity to hook-up with one of my regulars, Sam, I guy I met on Grindr. Sam and I have been fucking a couple of times a week or so for nearly a year now; with Cod away at college I had to have relief, and Sam satisfied my needs quite nicely. I have always barebacked, and had always topped with Cod but after he went away to school I decided to explore the role of a bottom and started taking bare cock from several guys, Tom, Alan, Nick, and Sam - just a few of the guys I had fuck me at one point or another over the last few years. I loved taking it bareback. I initially asked about the top's status but when Alan answered "I don't know," I decided to still take his load. After taking Alan's load I stopped asking the guy's status. I just wanted to be fucked hard and to take big loads of cum in my ass. I really had no idea if I’d ever taken a poz load of cum until I met Sam. He’s now 28, 6’ tall and lean. He reminds me somewhat of Cod, even if he is a couple of years older. He told me upfront that he was HIV positive. I replied I was HIV negative, but didn’t care either way; the truth is my cock had never been harder. What I didn’t know is that Sam did care about my status: he only wanted to fuck guys who were negative, and since he and I had hooked-up and I made switch to being a cum pig, one who had no trouble that an HIV positive guy was regularly fucking me, Sam had decided me wanted me to convert. Meanwhile I couldn’t get enough of Sam, and was flattered Sam couldn’t seem to get enough of me. He asked if I was still negative, but as I hadn't been tested for quite some time, more than a year or so, even if I had taken many of Sam's loads, still I had to answer that I didn't know. Sam frequently commented "I hope you convert," and "I'm gonna make it happen," but as far as I was concerned it was more of a matter that maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't, but as he was on meds I knew the chances were slim. Whatever the case, however, I definitely wanted him to fuck me - either way. I took a very short run and made my way to his place for sex. I was horny and given the thought of Cod laying naked in my bed, I needed poz cum right now. Sam and I had a fairly regularly routine: I would let myself in, strip naked and climb into his bed, and then we fucked hard and heavy while he told me how he was going to knock me up. “Hey sexy, fuck I’m so horny,” I called out. “Get on your back. I want to see your face while I breed you,” he replied as he entered the room. I flipped over, legs up and he thrust in roughly with no lube. He had fucked me so often that his cock goes in easily, and honestly it didn't really hurt, although I was surprised he was balls-deep on the first thrust. “Gonna’ really breed you deep this time, Mark. You want my poz cum?” “Fuck yeah, give it to me" was all I could mumble as he road my ass. Sam looked down at me, smiled, and leaned over, giving me a deep kiss. I could feel his sweaty nuts resting against my ass. I love that sensation. Somehow it really makes me feel like the top is in complete sexual control of me. “Sam, I’m so fuckin' horny. I want you to blow your poz cum into my hole. I want you to give IT to me.” “Oh yeah, you twisted fuck," he grunted, asking “You want me to poz .. uhhh... maybe both of you?” Sam knew Cod was back at my house. I knew what he meant. I was conflicted, but grunted approval. Sam knew we’d be fucking and if I was, or converted, I might pass it to Cod. “Yeah, you do want that. So fucking hot." He kept banging me, keeping-up a good rhythm, grunting and banging my ass. And, as he did so he remarked “I stopped taking my meds. I want you to be HIV positive." “Uhhhhhh… uhhhh… fuck me”, was all I could manage, “Fuck, it into me.” Sam was in full stride now, kissing me, he was looking me right in the eyes with a very devious grin and he knew that I wanted this as bad as he did. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… close”, he was kissing me hard now and “Uhhhhhhhhh…. FUCK… cummmm… ” and like that, he unloaded in my ass. It seemed like a really intense orgasm for him. As he lay on me, his hard cock plugging my ass, french kissing me, he sweated profusely. “I’ve been wanting to do that since we met,” he eventually commented. “Stop meds?” “Yeah. I wanted to convert you before we were really open about it and I knew I’d probably have to take a break from the meds to do it for real." “That’s so hot that you told me the way you told me just as you were about to blow. How long have you been off them?” "About a month or so, now, so I'm sure I'm toxic." We kept making out, Sam was so hot and his cock was still hard and still inside me. I knew I was a horny pig and I liked it bareback but I never thought of myself as chasing. Right now I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than another load of his poz cum, so I murmured “I want more.” He, on the other hand, was still out of breath, and replied “Let me rest. Maybe you’ll get something you can’t get rid of.” I was hard and leaking. I hadn’t cum, I rarely did when Sam fucked me, but I started thinking about Cod and my cock started to leak. I felt an odd pang thinking I was going to give Cody cum, knowing I might seroconvert from my sex with Sam. Cody: I finished my shower, ate something and started to think about Dad. I was about to text him when I heard the door open, and in walked Dad, looking a bit sweaty and worn-out. "That must have been a good run," I commented. “Good run? Uh… yeah, good, wore me out. I think I’m going to get a shower." I could smell his arm pits as he walked by and it made my cock hard as he walked past me. “Dad?” “Yeah, Cod?” I walked up close to him and looked him in the eye the way a lover does, “I’m glad I’m home.” “Me too, Cod.” He smiled, kissed me, and then entered his bathroom, I nearly passed out in anticipation of the pleasures in store.

Go back over what you wrote: • You can find porn anywhere (because it’s online) • Nobody seems to care about meeting people (they interact virtually online) • They expect you to respond instantly (they get instant gratification online) • They immediately start searching for next (the online market never closes, is n their pocket, and searching is simple) • Instagram, Twitter (people are living through electronic avatars of themselves that we call profiles) • Many of them have OnlyFans (Do-it-yourself pornstars, made possible by the internet. Why just have sex when you could also be making (usually very little) money on it?) It’s the internet. Everything you mentioned points back to the way the internet has changed the way people interact. Sex isn’t easy. Hooking up requires an investment of time and energy, and it isn’t an even playing field - some people have inherent advantages and disadvantages, and trying to compete is relatively difficult and complicated, for most people. Online seems to make everything easier, less harsh, less demanding, less personal. So I don’t think it’s that millennials are any less sexy than anyone else, they have just emerged into a world in which humanity has been trapped in an electronic fishbowl of its own design, and now they can only swim in small, unsatisfying circles.

I’ve been subjected to the pleasure that a knotted dildo can bring. I now have my own dildo with a knot - but haven’t used it yet. Definitely need to after reading this chapter.

What's currently getting me off is having a invasive,. humiliating top toe toe medical examination where I'm violated throughout. The medical is purely to assess my suitability to be trafficked and sent to a Hostel (the film's) style location to be sexually tortured and used in ANY way my captors wish.

Another guy here with 13 feet

Not really in a fully open relationship - he really only wants to play together but can't help myself. I find it incredibly hot to cheat and do it bareback with complete strangers.

In cases like this I’m not sure ignorance and naïvete is the problem. What we have are ruthless politicians with a religious agenda using emotionally manipulative rhetoric as propaganda to influence voters to act against their own interests on the basis of their emotions rather than their reason. They do it absolutely by design because they know their agenda will not prevail if people stop to think about it. This is why you see all these moral/religious crusades couched in language that they’re “to protect our children”. It’s extremely difficult for an opposing politician to argue against that, because it makes them look like they don’t care about children, and separating the actual issue from children is a steep uphill climb when you’re having to make people think instead of feel. Thinking is hard. Feeling is easy, and feeling happens first. Humans default to quick and easy. Educating people is only useful if you can get them into thinking mode. The difficulty lies in preventing them from acting on their fight/flight/freeze self-protective fear instinct that fires up automatically - the children are in danger? No! We must act! - and stop to think. You only have to spook one herd animal to start a mass stampede. Try stopping a herd of panicked wildebeest with a reasoned argument (or indeed, anything at all). One might argue that a wildebeest can’t be educated in the first place, but these politicians are manipulating a very animal part of the human brain, instincts we had long before we started rational thought. We still panic, and stampede, and don’t stop to think it through. Possibly the more effective educational tactic isn’t to make people see the issue more clearly, but simply to expose and discredit the politician’s tactics for what they are so that his manipulations no longer have power. One way or the other, the key is to remove his power to evoke fear. One way to do this is through ridicule - which is why political cartoons have long been so powerful.

As I said, "cheating" and "monogamy" are not necessarily related. Cheating means breaking the rules. There can be rules in open relationships, and breaking those rules is also cheating. And look - I don't give a shit if someone says "I can't be monogamous" or "Monogamy is a stupid social construct we should abandon" or whatever. Fine - abandon it. Just don't PRETEND to recognize it, and then shit all over it. Be honest and say "I will not be exclusive with you" and let the chips fall where they may. Compromise - for ADULTS - means you actually work out a compromise. It does not mean "I promise to do X, but I'm going to do Y instead." And the guys who brag about getting turned on by cheating? That's not compromise. Compromise is about working out a solution when two people want different things. Bragging about how much cheating turns you on isn't compromise - it's sociopathy.

Yes, ill bottom for any size cock. Want that cum in my hole. Smaller cocks are great to start with, working opening my hole, get their cum inside ready for the next cock. Just use cum as lube for the next guy. Works great at gloryholes and adult stores.

I don't care what the size is as long as it's hard.

I was groomed as a really young boy by my great uncle who fucked me multiple times a week for years until we moved. I wasn’t attracted to people like my uncle but I did find myself putting myself into situations where I could be abused and when it finally happened with a retired neighbor I let him do anything he wanted and would do everything he told me too. This put me into some really abusive situations with a lot of men before I even hit puberty.

I was raped by my dad. I was probably 9 years old. every time he fought with mom he would come and sleep in my bed. He used to spoon me and rub his dick on my ass. It happened multiple times. I started to like it and I used to rub my ass on his hard on when he moves away. I guess he used to move away to tease me and to check if I want his dick. one night they fought really bad and were so loud. He was so angry, eventually he came to my bed and fucked me for the first time and came inside me. I became his slut for years. One night my older brother came to my room while we were fucking, so my dad ordered him to fuck me. My brother works with my dad, so after that night they started to pick me up from school every day and take me to the family shop to fuck me. Eventually the circle grew, I started getting school friends with me to the shop. I had my first gangbang at 13 and my dad filmed it. I still watch it from time to time along with many tapes he shot. At 18 I came to the US to study and this is how it ended. I used to love it. having a nine inch dad and 8 inch brother fucking me almost daily. But now I know that it ruined my life and it is the reason behind my low self esteem. I like to be degraded and raped. I have zero self worth.

we are just animals, cattle, waiting o be branded and bred

Yes , as long i am owned by the Sir doing the branding.

Best compliment I guess I could receive.... it was always a real pleasure for me, writing those stories, but also a pleasure posting them, knowing some of you guys would love those twisted chapters - coming out of my twisted mind. Thx Brinxx! 😏😋😎

Bareback gangbang for sure, being blindfolded and have to take a lot of cocks and loads from anonymous men one after another. just being abused for hours as a cumdump whore for any kind of men that need to unload

I know exactly what you mean. I’m not humiliating if a random Top calls me a cunt while he’s fucking me, but there’s a certain kind of Top that knows how to start with you on an equal mental basis, and then gradually lower you and debase you until he is so far above you that his sexual dominance becomes a given. The humiliating thing isn’t that you end up as a willing cockslut for him - it’s that you know what he’s doing while he’s doing it, and there’s not one thing you can do about it. As to race, race doesn’t stimulate me at all, but if someone were to make a point of it, it could be a serious turn-off. Although I turn no one away, it wouldn’t take too awfully much to persuade me to deny hole to a white supremacist. (He’d probably take it anyway, but at least I’d make a point...)

Angelo - Part 2 I was finding it difficult to walk normally so decided to take the bus. Taking my seat I jumped up a little as he pain hit me, it was turning out to be a very uncomfortable trek home. As the bus pulled up to my stop I stood up with the weird feeling of my underwear being stuck to my ass as I tried to adjust it without anyone noticing. Opening the door to the house it was very quiet so I guessed my family had gone out, I headed to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I took off my shorts and noticed a damp patch on the back and felt quietly embarrassed. Pulling down my underwear I noticed a pink slimy mess had congregated in them and decided to rinse them out so headed to the bathroom. As I stood rinsing them in the sink I felt a trickle run down the inside of my thigh so grabbing some tissue I wiped it up noticing yet more of the slimy pink mixture escaping from my ass. I cleaned myself up as best as I could then went back to my bedroom picking up my trousers off the floor I remembered the note in the pocket. Debating to destroy it I paused and read it once more, doing so caused a stirring in my groin. Maybe this was fate and we were destined to be together, stupid idiot I told myself. Picking up my phone I added the number to my contacts and tore the note up in to small pieces, there I thought, if I need to and I can remove him easily enough. Tired from my day and somewhat aching I pulled the duvet back and snuggled down in bed to have a nap for a few hours. I woke with a startle and felt myself laying in a wet patch and new immediately that more of his cum had escaped my ass, my sense of smell picked up an usual odour which must be what a fucked ass smelt like. This was all very new to me and wasn't sure if this was normal Cleaning up the mess as best I could and taking a shower to rid the slimly mess on the inside of my thighs again. Sitting on the bed I picked up the phone and started typing a message "Your cum is still seeping out of my ass." and hit send. The buzzing of my phone startled me a little. I read the message "Good. Let me know when you want me to breed you again.". The rest of the weekend went by without any further incidents but my ass was still hurting but subsiding slowly through Sunday and in to Monday. The week went by in a flash and college was hectic with lots of assignments to complete so I was kept pretty busy until Friday early evening. Assignments completed meant I had the weekend to myself, laying back on the bed group texting with friends deciding if were going out. I then stumbled across his old message. Something was drawing me to reply but the thought of having my body brutalised again should have been enough of warning. I typed one word "Hi" and a smiley face. His response came straight away "Meet me at the bathhouse in 20 minutes.", oh crap I said to myself, a second messaged arrived from him "When you arrive give your name as Tiger to the attendant.", not thinking any more I quickly dressed and headed out. Opening the entrance door the same attendant as before was manning the desk. I walked up as he asked my name, "Tiger" I said. He looked at me handed a locker key and told me my visit had been paid for. I must have looked slightly confused but he smiled "lucky you" he commented. Descending the stairs to the lower level I found it was really busy and trying to move around was a challenge. Hands were grabbing at me from all directions making me feel extremely vulnerable and disorientated. Two burly men collared me and started closing in forcing me in to the corner by the shower cubicles their hands reached out an grabbed hold of my arms, they started to steer me towards a dark corridor off to one side. I froze on the spot trying to pull away from their grasp. A tattooed arm appeared from behind and a familiar vice like grip secured me around the wait. The two men looked up as his voice bellowed "Fuck off and leave my boy alone.". Without any hesitation they released me and backed off hands raised in a surrender. He guided me to a private room that had a day bed in and turned to leave, I grabbed his arm. He looked back at me and spoke for the first time directly to me "No one will touch you, don't worry I am going to get us a drink.". Several men passed by looking in a guy who could have been no older than myself lingered posing in the entrance eyeing me up and down and stepped over the threshold. An arm grabbed him and warned him "Don't do it, he belongs to Angelo", a look of horror on his face he made a clumsy rapid exit. Angelo as I now knew his name, returned with two soft drinks. He closed the door and secured the lock as he offered me one of the drinks, I thanked him and he sat down beside me taking a swig he put the drink down on the floor. I took a small sip and put my drink down his arm wrapping around my neck and his hand resting on my chest he pulled me in and gave me a very tender french kiss. This man of little words quickly removed both our towels, he swung me around straddling his lap. Stroking the side of my face and whispering "I knew you would want me again." as he pulled me in to another kiss. His arms now wrapping my body tightly I felt comfortable and secure knowing where this was going. I raised my hips slightly and he removed one arm, spat in to his hand and rubbing it in to my hole he then guided his cock towards my ass. Tingling then a sharp burning pain ran up my body as I felt the head of his cock penetrating me. Pushing his hips up and forcing me down his cock tore it's way in to my body I moaned in to mouth repeatedly. Coming to rest on his lap he let out what seemed like gratifying purr. He disengaged our kiss "My boy. Back where you belong." he muttered whilst kissing my neck. I felt myself being lifted up forcing me to lock my legs around his waist as he stood up our mouths met in an excited yearning manner. In one swift movement I found my self on my back in a missionary position, he gently started gyrating his hips. The sensation was overwhelming as my body shuddered at this new experience he looked me in the eye a big broad smile on his face. I relaxed completely stroking his back as he switched between thrusting and gyrating, my back arching, body responding to his movements in unison. His arm wrapped around my neck pulling us closer face to face, we kissed tenderly as I held his neck I could feel his cock beginning to go rigid and swell putting more strain against my ass lining as he thrusted in and out with total abandonment. He grunted loudly several times as delivered the first river seed in to my body. An agonising cry emitted from me at the sexual slaughtering my body was taking. Every forward jolt of his body meant another release of seed being planted deep in my body. Still locked together he rolled on his side, his arms wrapped around my body. My head nestled in his neck and feeling the fading of his orgasm I tenderly kissed his neck as he tightened his arms around me. The warmth of our entwined bodies, his dominance over me just draw me deeper and deeper into hedonism and I just wanted to lay here with him forever. After some time had passed I felt his hips pushing up as he started working up to take me again. His orgasm was a big as the first but this time he stayed inside me gently pushing his cock deep making sure his seed was planted firmly. We enjoyed a very sensual kiss as he began to remove his cock slowly. A cry escaped my lips as his head finally pulled free. As we left the room I was told to go home, climbing the stairs I looked around to see him disappear in to the steam room.

Part 2 Outside of the bathhouse he ordered me to follow him and not say a word. He was wearing just a small shorts that made his bulge look even bigger and no underwear. It was a windy night and the fabric was really thin, so anyone who walked by us spotted that huge cock swinging from one side to another. I felt like i was being totally exposed to this people walking by his side, like i was his prey being taken to the slaughter. And i was surprised by myself when i realized i was enjoying this scene. We walked 2 blocks, got to his car and headed to his place. It was a mess there. I felt a horrible smell, much like his cock, but it was a mix of sweat, piss, and other unpleasing odors. Soon i realized he shouldn't live there since it had almost no furniture and had a sling right in the middle of the living room. It was a place where he took sluts to rape as he said later. He grabbed my neck real tight, almost suffocating me. Feeling of regret crossed my mind and he saw the fear in my eyes. - You're gonna do everything i order you to do, whore! Don't try to run away or it will be worst. I see you like the cock cheese i cultivated for 3 days, but since you ate it all, you're gonna have to satisfy on my sweaty balls. - He said as he pulled me to my knees. I buried my face to his balls again. I wasn't feeling horny at all. He noticed that and gave me a huge slap on the face that made me lose balance and i felt on the floor. He grabbed my hair again and dragged me on the floor to the sling. I thought i have lost some of my scalp with this. He threw me on the sling and tied my hand and feet quickly before i could react. - I don't care if you're horny or not, you fucking trash whore. Im gonna rape you good till that hole bleeds and then i'm gonna fuck you some more. If you scream i'm gonna punch your face so you pass out. I couldn't move and my hole was all exposed to him. He shoved 3 fingers at once and i let out a loud moan. As promised he gave me a light punch on the face that got my nose bleeding. "- If you do it again i'll punch you full force." He said. He was an alpha male and he was gonna get what he wanted: My hole destroyed. He turned even more brutal and shoved his massive meat in my cum lubbed insides. Every time i closed my eyes to try to forget the pain he slapped me hard in the face and ordered to open them. He leaned on top of me so he could look closer in my eyes while fucking me hard. After 15 min of pounding he stops moving and there was the evil look in the eyes again. I was foreseeing what was coming and wanted it. So my predictions were fulfilled. A huge stream of piss inside my hole. The pain was excruciating, maybe because my ass was already bleeding. - Thats it slut! Take my rank piss in that pussy! Fell it in your guts! Some of the piss escaped my hole but he didn't seem to mind. So he went on piss fucking me harder and harder looking me in the eye for over an hour or so. I felt his cock getting even more stiff, which meant he would cum soon and I would finally be released from that hung rapist daddy. He untied me and put me on floor and buried his cock in me again, rubbing my face in the pool of piss. - Lick it from the floor while i fuck you, whore! I don't like looking at sluts while i pump my poz cum in them! There was the confirmation i needed. A might poz fucker destroying my insides and humiliating me. Then he started pumping like no one has ever did before. I couldnt believe how fast he was going and started screaming in pain but eager for his toxic load at the same time. By that time, he didn't mind my screams and kept fucking untill he shot a big filthy load inside me. I felt all the 6 squirts of cum flowing from his cock and i was in heaven. My brief moments of realization were interrupted by the poz daddy grabbing me by the hair and dragging me on the floor out of his house. I was thrown in the hallway all naked, with my hole filled with piss and spunk, a bleeding nose and piss in my face. He threw my clothes over me and closed the door.

The stud hooked his hands under my arms and effortlessly lifted me off my knees and plopped me on the couch. “Don’t move,” I was commanded and he went to get the duffel bag. I sat in the middle of the couch trying to catch my breath. He returned, dropped the bag on the floor, and went to his knees. He grabbed me under my knees and pushed my legs up roughly, forcing my ass up and my torso to sink further into the cushion. “Hold your legs there,” he ordered, handing me my legs. I took them, keeping myself bent in half, cunt hole exposed. “Look at that asshole gaping at me. It’s still so open.” And with that, he blew right into my pussy. I could easily feel the gust of air on my insides and immediately tightened my hole. He just laughed and dug into the bag for the first foreign object he would shove into my backside. When he hunched over to survey the different sized ass destroyers in the gym bag, I looked across the room from myself and saw that the opposing wall was predominantly mirrors. I saw myself – my red eyes, my face covered in dried snot and bile, my nips looking like two angry red spark plugs, legs in the air, my hairless ass pushed up and waiting for more abuse, three or four big handprints outlined in pink. And of course, there was my little less-than-five inch dick still hard as a stubby pencil making a pool of pussy boy precum on my defined abs. Oh, and he was right, my hole was slightly gaped still. Using my muscles, I managed to wink it shut but every time I relaxed, it gaped open again slightly. What was I doing? I was about to be injected with viral cum from this viciously virile man. He was going to hand down to me his terminal disease like a gift, leaving it to remember him by whenever I dealt with a consequence of the sickness he was putting into me. Why wasn’t I trying to make a run for it? Why wasn’t I fighting to escape? Because he would never let me. He was too powerful and I was too weak. He too much of a man and me anything but. I was right not to run, this was what I was made to do, like it or not. Stroking his massive oozing cock with one hand, he held a medium sized butt plug in his other hand. Squeezing his shaft repeatedly, he coaxed out glob after glob of precum onto the plug. Finally, he released his grasp and smeared his fluid all over the butt plug. He began to position it at the entrance to my gaping canal when I begged, “Please please that precum could get me sick.” “Oh, you want me to put it in dry? I’ll wipe off my precum,” he retorted. I couldn't imagine having this thing shoved in dry. I bit my bottom lip and began to tremble, “Okay, just put it in.” I was weeping softly as he pushed my O-ring wide with the butt plug. After being rammed by the mammoth he called a dick, the butt plug wasn’t so bad. It was a little tough getting over the wide bottom, but once it popped in, it just kind of nestle in my ass and was kind of relaxing. He pushed against the bottom of it, hitting a trigger in me, sending a chill of pleasure through my body that made me moan. He worked the plug in and out of me a few times and then abruptly pulled it from my hole. “Here, hold onto this,” he said nonchalantly and put the butt plug into my mouth. My lips wrapped around the tiny connector between the base and the plug, making me look in the mirror like a very deviant toddler sucking on a very dirty pacifier. Without warning, I realized he was pushing beads into my ass … each bead got progressively larger and I felt like I was running out of room, but that was impossible. His cock was much larger than all of those beads put together. He managed to get the final bead into me, leaving me feeling significantly more bloated than anything thus far. With one motion, he pulled the beads completely out of me causing me to whimper, drooling over the slimy plug in my mouth, and spurting a wave of precum from my boy dick. Like a worker on a conveyor belt, trained to do the same job over and over, he very systematically reinserted all of the beads. He didn’t pull them out though. He had a twist in store for me, and he sat up on his knees and pushed his cock into me again. Granted it still hurt like hell, but I knew how to manipulate my ass better to aid in accommodating him. His entrance pushed the beads further into me, hitting all sorts of different places, and making him groan. “Oh fuck, that feels good. I wish your fucking cunt came with these beads in it all the time.” He slowly pumped away for just a couple of minutes before slipping out of me and then yanking the beads out like a ripcord on a lawn mower. I let out a yelp, the butt plug falling from my mouth, bouncing off one of my defined pecs and down my tight stomach into my pool of precum. “One last toy before I get back in there,” he informed me as he threw the beads aside, and stuck his hand back in the duffel bag. From the bag he revealed a monster of a dildo. A pitch-black latex faux cock about the same length as my tormentor, but significantly thicker and a hell of a lot more veiny. My eyes bugged out and he snorted, “That’s right, bitch, you’re gonna’ feel this one.” Being realistic, he reached under the coffee table and pulled out a little box from which he got some lube that he poured all over this colon wrecker. After coating it with the lube, he positioned it at my hole and looked into my eyes. “You keep looking straight at me while this goes in,” he said, and I did. My ass had been worked over enough that it opened up to try and take this rubber cock as thick as a soup can. I felt my cunt stretch and strain as the stud applied consistent pressure to the dildo, forcing it into my chute and pushing my pussy walls wide. I whined, grunted, and moaned but I held my legs in place the entire time like a good bottom boy. Finally, he hit my inner ring and my eyes pleaded with him. “Not this time, but next time, this dildo is going through, understand?” I nodded furiously, thankful for the reprieve. Instead he started fucking the dildo in and out of me, causing me to quiver and scream from getting my guts dragged back and forth by the lubed latex. He stopped suddenly, leaving it ¾ of the way in me. From the box, he brought a small bottle that he gave a few shakes and then unscrewed the tiny lid. He shoved the bottle under my nose and pushed his finger against the opposing nostril. “Sniff in deep,” he order. It smelled acrid and chemical. He did the same to the other nostril and I obediently sniffed more of the fumes. In seconds, my head was swimming, my face felt flush, and the dildo more easily maneuvered my tight fuck hole. He began fucking it into me again, and my ass felt like it needed it…in fact, it popped through my inner ring. It still hurt and made me scream but it was my cunt that had loosened enough to allow it. “Atta’ boy,” he said and pulled the entire thing from my ass, throwing it aside and plunging the real thing balls deep in my gut. I cried out in pain again even though my ass immediately began milking him and my body tingled all over. Within a moment, the bottle was back under my nose and I was taking 2, 3, 4 deep sniffs of the unknown chemical. Heat rushed back to my cheeks, dizziness found my head, and my ass relaxed around the invading rocket lodged in my shitter. I was looking into his steely green eyes, my mouth agape making all sorts of noises when the oversized dildo that was just in my ass was shoved into my mouth. He continued to fuck my cunt with his cock while he fucked my face with the fake one. Mercilessly, I was skull fucked my this black sex toy tainted with my ass juice while he drilled me with his toxic pecker. Every time I would gag on the dildo, my ass would clench, making him let out a guttural groan. Finally, he pulled the rubber phallus from my mouth, slapped my face with it, and threw it aside, leaning over me to focus on his final domination (at least I thought it was his final one). His body pressed against mine as he continued to hammer in me, balls slapping against my bruised ass. I knew what was coming. “Please, please don’t. I don’t want to get sick,” I begged. “Do you not realize by now that this is what you’re made for? What you’re good for?” he asked sincerely, but cruelly. “But I’m afraid. Please don’t infect me.” “You love me, don’t you?” he asked. It was such a strange question. “What?” I asked, confused. “If you tell me that you love me and make me believe it, I’ll pull out,” he offered. He continued to rail me, gutting me with his amazing cock, as I looked straight into his eyes and breathed truthfully, “I love you. I’m in love with you.” He held my gaze for a second and then snorted evilly, “I know you do, you stupid cunt. But you’re just a hole to me. And you’re definitely getting bred today. You’re gonna’ leave this house well trenched and drenched.” Oh my God, he had just played me. Forced me to allow myself to be emotionally vulnerable and then mocked me for it, and I was still going to be filled with HIV cum. And all I was to him was a hole. That kept repeating in my head, and suddenly, my puny boy dick was shooting ribbon after ribbon of cum over my torso. “See, boy? This is your destiny. Boy cunt for sale, and you love it. You know that I’m still fucking you until I’m done, I don’t care how much it hurts.” I guess that a lot of bottoms have trouble getting fucked after they cum. Not the case with me, as I would find out. He kept hammering away and my pussy relaxed even more now that I had cum, and the bull was able to rut even deeper. Just to humiliate me more, he scooped up my semen and shoved it in my mouth. My cum didn’t taste nearly as good as his precum and I pinched my face from the taste as he forced me to eat and swallow my own jizz. I refocused on the fact that he was about to poz me and I started to squirm again. “Stop it,” he slapped my face, but I continued to whimper and wiggle. “Stop it,” he slapped me harder. “This is going to set you free, boy. You can fulfill your purpose now as an indiscriminate cum dump. No worries, no load turned away. That’s your future. And I’m going to see to it that no poz guy gets turned away from this hot hole.” I knew I couldn’t get away, so I asked, “It’s not for sure, right? I mean, just ‘cause you cum in me, doesn’t mean I’ll get it for sure, right?” Through a smile, he answered me, stroking my hair, “That’s right, boy. But that just makes it all the more fun when I pay your father rack rate to try again. Hell, that must be, what? Twenty-five? Thirty bucks?” He howled with laughter and picked up the pace of his drilling. His arms wrapped around my body and he spit in my face as he slammed into my boy cunt harder and harder. My inner ring was constantly being torn open by his vicious thrusting. Suddenly, I realized that my legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him into me. No matter what my head said, I couldn’t help it. My body responded to this man’s domination and my legs continued to pull him into me, my pussy walls gyrating around his baby maker, begging to have my insides doused with his hot, toxic seed. His flexing stomach slapping against my spent dick and 8-pack, he began moaning loudly, “Here it comes, here comes my toxic cum. Right in that fucking cum dump. Fuck yeah, cunt, TAKE MY JIZZ! TAKE IT! I’M GONNA’ FUCK IT INTO YOUR GUT, FAGGOT! I’M CHANGING YOU INTO A POZ WHORE!” We were both bucking and thrusting against each other, grunting and groaning. "NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T CUM IN ME!!" I screamed and begged. "YOU DON'T GET A CHOICE IN THIS! YOUR HOLE BELONGS TO ME RIGHT NOW! I GET TO CHOOSE WHAT GOES IN IT! AND I CHOOSE MY FUCKING AIDS BABIES!" "NOOOO! PLEASE!!!!!" I pleaded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, CUNT! HERE COME MY SWIMMERS! ENJOY MY BUG!" he yelled out. The cock inside of me inflated slightly, making me take a sharp inhalation of breath, and it began to pulse against my torn and battered ass walls. Hot jolts began to fill me and I knew his poison was shooting out of that bulbous head and hitting my deepest insides. My boy dick spasmed and a tiny bit more cum shot an inch onto my stomach. His balls were still draining into my cum hole, soaking my vulnerable tissue and blood vessels, marinating with my ass juice. The stud collapsed on me with ragged breathing, still pushing and pulling his meat into and from my ass hole, fucking his DNA into my exposed fucked out cock sleeve. We lay there with only his hips moving, forcing his softening dick in and out of my drenched hole. My legs were still wrapped around his hips, clearly not wanting to have to move beyond this moment, not wanting to enter the next moment where I had to face the severity of the situation. After about ten minutes, his hips stopped moving and he sighed, “I have to piss.” His cock popped out of my ass and I yelped a bit. The man that has just potentially infected me with HIV got up casually and headed to the bathroom. I looked across at the mirror to see my legs bent and spread, my pink ass held wide enough to view my gaping pink hole that now had a slightly more purple appearance. A thick white liquid drooled from my sloppy cunt. My pink pucker clenched tightly, sucking it back in. I guess it was hungry for it. I couldn’t control it. “OK,” I said, but he chuckled and turned back, “OK? You’re coming with me.” Oh fuck! I wasn’t done. More to come…