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So I went to my usual Spanish sauna today. I started off in the darkroom and immediately got kissing with a group of about four or five hot Spanish men. Very quickly one of them started fingering my hole that was already prelubed. I ain't messing around anymore wasting time so I always pre lube before going in. As I was wet kissing one bearded guy, another guy slipped into my hole. As he was fucking me the guy I was kissing supported me from falling. They may have been together and working as a team I don't know. When the top fucking me shot his load and pulled out, the guy kissing me spun me around and took his place, sliding easily into my lubed and cummy hole. I was then kissing someone else. This process continued until I was fucked by about four or five Spanish tops. All in the same group. When the men had finished with me and the group dispersed, I left the darkroom. Outside I saw a guy who is my absolute perfect dominant top. He has fucked me many times going back about three years. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards him. He kissed me passionately, then pulled my head back and spat in my mouth. I was putty in his hands. Again. He is a massive man. Strong, muscular, dominant and at times I am slightly scared of him which adds to the attraction. He said to me in Spanish... Cabina... Now. I'm going to impregnate you. He is an alpha male. I cannot refuse him. Which again, slightly scares me at times again. We went into a cabin and he stood beside me. He told me to get on my knees and clean his cock. To show him respect. I immediately obliged. He then pulled me up and pushed me face down onto the bed. He put his mouth to my hole. He felched a lot of come from my hole, grabbed me by the neck and spat it into my mouth. He then kissed me passionately. He asked how many loads I had taken. I told him 4 or 5. This made him even hornier and again he pushed me onto the bed. Kneeling on the bed he fucked me so hard I hit my head against the wall. I begged him to give me his load. He insists I refer to him as Señor. I have no problem with this. He shot his load deep inside me and held me down for about a minute after he came. When he pulled out he grabbed me by the hair and told me to clean his cock. As I was doing this he told me to savour the taste of the five loads coating his cock. I did this so willingly. I have never showed such care and attention cleaning a tops cock......

My young FB asked if he could bring a buddy. Always!! I love younger guys for their stamina. He's really into daddies and I'm sure I'm not the only one he fucks. I didn't think buddy was really into daddies as much as his friend. His cock wasn't as big as his friend but once we got going he turned out to be a very horny enthousiastic fucker. Maybe it was just the idea of fucking someone together with his friend. I didn't really care. The both nailed me really good and pretty long. Four loads! Yum!

Tonight I had an exceptional experience. I was driving home from errands in town, and got a message on grindr from a DL guy I’d hooked up with once before last year (Two loads in the park) last time was a hot quickie, and I was definitely up for meeting him again. He instructed me to head to a park known for being cruisey. I have been meaning to check this park out, but there are two parks in this small town with the same name, and being pretty new to cruising, I’d talked myself out of it. I drove over, and the small parking lot had 5 cars with kids and parents, so I parked on the side of the road a ways off to see what was up from a safe distance. He texted that I should walk to his truck in the lot, and off I went. The last time we’d only exchanged a few words, and so I was surprised that he was fairly chatty through his pickup truck door. I appreciated breaking the ice. It was dusk, and it was starting to rain. He told me to head over to the baseball pitch dugout that had a roof, back behind the park’s bathrooms to avoid the rain, explaining that he would join me once all the cars in the lot had gone. I sat on the bench there and watched it get dark through the chainlink. Once all the cars were gone, he appeared. He’s probably in his 50s, and I am in my 40s. He’s lithe and has a thick local brogue with a big, beautiful cock. I went to work sucking him on my knees. Then he had me lie on my back on the bench so that he could facefuck. me deep. Normally my gag reflex is easy to control but he tested my limits a few times because of how deep he went without enough pacing to breathe, but it was still hot. What a great cock. I was delighted when he said he wanted to fuck my arse. We started with me bending over the bench. I offered him some lube, but he declined saying his wife might notice the lube (which didn’t make sense to me?) It was a tight fit at the start, and I was worried it would hurt, but he is a leaker and soon it was bliss. Before long, he told me to lie on my back on the bench with my legs in the air. This was a bit risky to my mind, because there are no visual obstructions between the parking lot, road and the dugout, but it was dark and I decided to trust him. It would be hard to say no to this sexy man anyhow. He sunk in balls deep very smoothly and went to town on my arse. He did some verbal narration of his enjoyment, which I always appreciate, and praised how my arse felt. He wasn’t quiet either, which was a surprise since I thought public sex was usually non-verbal or whispering, but I was in the moment with him and really enjoying the perfect fit between us. Soon came the miracles. He came once early on, then stayed hard and kept fucking, coming again within another minute. This continued for 10 minutes during which he shot a total of SIX LOADS BALLS DEEP in my arse without ever going soft or pulling out! It got wetter and wetter, and yet nothing leaked out, even when he pulled out at the end! It helped that each time he shot, be buried in super deep and groaned loudly, swearing whilst tallying the load number. He seemed equally proud and surprised. It was so hot, and so unexpected since he only gave me one load when we fucked last year against that boulder in that other park. I’d been tensing my abs and holding my legs up in the air for 20 min straight, so it was a relief to let them down after he pulled out, but honestly I could have taken him all night if he had been in my bed. I hope we hook up more often. Clearly he enjoyed himself. His cum still hasn't leaked out 5 hours later.

I’ve easily passed that number as a top and as a bottom

Chapter 3 – Who’s Ned? In Chapters 1 and 2, I tell about my buddy Gene. He came over to party and fist at my house, and we were joined by Will and Tom, a younger couple who had recently moved into the area. We had a great time and left it open to meet up again. Two weeks later, I got a text from Will asking if Gene and I might be available that weekend. I checked with Gene, and he was open, so we agreed to a Saturday evening session. On Friday, Will texted to ask if they could bring a buddy of theirs that they had played with before. This guy’s name was Ned, and all Will said about him was, “You’ll like him.” I agreed that he could join the party. Saturday arrived, and Gene and I were hanging in the playroom. We’ve got the sling up, poppers ready, toys all around, and several towels for lube cleanup. The doorbell rang, and I went to get it. There was Will and Tom, and then there was Ned. Ned. Early 30s, looked like a blond surfer boy who spent all day working out. This guy was seriously built. He had a smooth body, didn’t look like he even had to shave, and, when he got naked, out came a huge cock. Will and Tom just grinned at us and said, “We thought this would be OK.” It was more than OK; it was fucking awesome. Oh yeah, he also had huge hands. Gene was the first to get the Ned experience. Ned knows how big his hands are, so he was a very gentle fister. He took his time to open up Gene’s ass before he plunged in. Poppers were needed to ease the entry, but that is normal for Gene. The whole time, Ned was totally focused on Gene, making sure that he was OK and enjoying himself. He was a nice guy. Next, it was my turn. I got in the sling, and Ned started his prep. He lubed my ass well and slowly inserted two fingers into my hole. He worked those around for a bit and then added another. A fourth went in, followed by his thumb. All the while, Ned was checking in with me that I was OK with what was happening. I most certainly was happy with it! When Ned inserted his fist, it was amazing. He easily had the biggest hands I’d ever taken, but he knew how to use them to keep a guy happy. Meanwhile, his huge cock was just hanging there, waiting for someone to do something with it. Will and Tom had played with him before, but they’d never gotten to take his fist in a sling, so they each got a turn, too. While Ned was fisting one of us, the others just watched and enjoyed the show. It was exciting to see Ned fist each of in turn, but then it was time for him to get in the sling. Will was the last recipient of Ned’s fist, so he got out, and Ned got in. There was some more smoking involved before he got settled in. The sling looked so filled with this massive hunk of a man in it, and his cock was hanging down almost to his asshole. Everyone thought that I should get the honors as the host of the party. Who was I to disagree? So, I sat down in front of Ned’s huge and hairless ass and prepared to fist him. He told me not to worry about his cock since he’d make sure it was out of the way. He pulled it aside, and I started lubing his hole. He had no hair anywhere on his ass and was mostly smooth everywhere else. Just a little bush and some armpit hair. His deep blue eyes watched me as I prepared for the entry. Meanwhile, his pink hole was winking at me. Once he was well-lubed, I started probing with a few fingers. Ned told me, “You can just shove your hand in. It’ll go in easily”. So, I tried it, and he was right. The entry was easy. His ass felt great inside (but who’s doesn’t?). He liked to go deep, so we spent some time with me probing his hole, eventually getting more than half of my forearm inside him. After a while, I decided to let Gene have a crack at Ned’s ass. So, he spent some time fisting Ned. Then Ned suggested that neither Will nor Tom had fisted him in a sling, so maybe they should get a shot. In the end, everyone fisted Ned’s ass, but I had the honor of going first. It turns out that Will and Tom were telling Ned, their friend from the city, about the great session they had with us, and Ned asked to join if possible. We were all glad he had made the trip to the suburbs for this party. We got together with the guys and Ned several more times. They also brought a few other guys over with them, including some who became regulars. And it happened because we were all on an app at the same time!

Will be at Inn Leather and Slammers again February 17-20.

Part 4 I folded my clothes and sorted through some of uncles as well. They weren’t warm from the dryer but they were at least dry. I wanted to get dressed but I smelled and still had uncles sent all over me. I used his shower after the recon boy was sent away. His bathroom counter had a bunch of bottles strewn about. Aspirins, Viagra, Advil PM, stuff I recognized. There were other bottles that I didn’t know what they were. Trivacy, Descovy, Duviral, and a bunch of other confusing names. They were all empty and had various dates going back months, even years. Typical of an older man to have pill bottles everywhere. I got my first shower in several days. The hot water felt great cascading over me. The shelves in the showers were just as cluttered as the sink was. Lotions, Vaseline, body wash. Shampoo too of all good that would do what with uncle having almost no hair left. I used some of his soap cleansing off the grime. As I was looking through the multiple body wash bottles bunched together I discovered amongst them was a large dildo. It was as big as uncle Chester, and looked very realistic in its shape. I hadn’t gotten off yet and I was still horny so I figured it was okay to have a little shower play. Using the conveniently placed Vaseline I greased up my ass. Vaseline wasn’t my favorite lube. It does the trick alright but it lingers for a long time. I tried inserting the huge rubber toy but my ass hadn’t had much play recently so it was a struggle. It took a while but eventually I I managed to force it inside. The feeling of being filled up was intense yet satisfying. Once I had it all in I wasted no time fucking myself with one hand and jacking off with the other. It felt so good. The dildo was larger than anything I had taken but I loved the shape. All it’s proportions were hitting me just right. It’s wide head hitting my inner ring, the shaft bulging slightly in the middle allowing it to stay in easier, it even had a few bumps on it here and there that enhanced the experience. Fuck this toy was perfect. I must have lost track of time due to the anal play, and spent a bit too much time in the shower. As I was pumping the dildo in and out, I heard the shower curtain open up. “Oh, so that’s why you’ve been in here so long.” I stopped pumping and turned around. Uncle Chester was grinning at me. His cock was fully erect again and looking at me. Normally I’d die of embarrassment being caught by a relative doing something like this, but since it was Chester I was only a little flustered. “Oh, sorry uncle, I couldn’t resist...” “That’s alright. You have your fun. I won’t rush you. Take your time with that dildo. It’s a special one.” “Why is it special?” I was a little confused and morbidly curious. “It’s a custom product. Made from a mold of my own cock.” His what?! The realization made me jolt and the dildo slipped between my fingers and fell out of my ass. Before I could retrieve it, uncle Chester grabbed it. “Bit of a butter fingers aren’t you? Turn around. I’ll pop it back in for you.” “I think I can do it myself.” “Oh just turn around” uncle grabbed my arm and turned me around facing the wall. “Now bend over and spread those legs.” He put a hand on my shoulder and with my legs spread, I felt him slap the dildo on my ass a few times. Then took it away. There was a moment where I didn’t know what he was doing with it. Then I felt him poke it at my hole. “Here it comes Will.” With a gradual push, he slid it slowly up in me. “Ah there we go. Nice and snug.” Uncle Chester started pumping the toy in my ass. He pushed it deep and it was hurting. “Ouch, I think I can take it from here…” He pumped it faster in me. “I know, I’m just priming you up. Keep facing that wall.” It was awkward having my uncle use the dildo on me, even more so how enthusiastic he was with it. It was like he was using his whole body in his technique. I was having a hard time with taking the depth at which he was pushing it in me. I couldn’t deny that it felt good, but it was also stretching me deep inside. I could barely handle how rough he was. “Uncle that’s too much. I really should take over.” Uncle Chester stopped. Then pulled the dildo out of me. It was a relief to get a pause in the action but then he stuck it back in me. “Alright take it. I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy yourself.” He let go of me. I grabbed the dildo poking out of my ass and turned towards him. His cock was still erect and wet. Uncle Chester just smiled and left me to my ‘shower’. I stood there with my hand holding the toy in place, not sure what to do. It was strange to have a copy of uncles dick in my ass, but it was just a piece of silicone after all. My horny mood was strong and I tried thrusting the dildo up in me for a while longer. But the thought of uncles cock kept flashing in my mind. This was uncles cock. Shit i was fucking myself with a Chester dildo. I gave up on it. As good as it felt, I couldn’t keep the flashes of uncle Chester out of my mind. I continued my shower like normal and finished up. Walking out naked to the laundry room feeling refreshed yet still horny. I noticed my pile of folded up clothes were gone. Uncle Chester came in and put his hand on my hip. “I took your clothes and put them away already. There’s something you should know Will. I’m a nudist you see? I tend to have a no clothes policy here in the house. I wasn’t going to bring it up the first day because I wanted to break you into the idea first. But while you are staying with me we’re both going to bare it at all as long as we’re in the house, understand?“ No clothes the entire time? What with how he normally walked around in little to nothing, I guess I should have expected this. I might not have been too keen on the idea yesterday, but since he’s accommodating me, I’ll abide by his house rules. “Yeah, I understand uncle.“ “Excellent, now come with me to the bedroom. I need some quality time with my favorite nephew.” He took me by the hand, and we walked into his bedroom. The smell of musk and sex lingered strongly in the air. He positioned me on his bed and crawled on top of me. He laid down and his semi hard cock rubbed up against mine. He rubbed his fingers through my still damp hair. I had just showered, and now I was getting a new layer of his musky sent on me again. “Um, what is it you wanted to do?” I asked not sure what his intentions were. “Just cuddling. Have I ever told you how handsome you are?“ He caressed my face and looked me up and down. He looked like he was admiring me. “Thanks uncle. That’s really kind.” “You really do look a lot like your father when he was younger.“ He gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Why did you and dad have a falling out?“ Uncle Chester looked at me as if contemplating, whether or not to tell me. “We were in sort of a relationship back in the day.“ “What? Really?” “Well relationship wasn’t really the best way to describe it. Your father was my fuck buddy. He was such an eager, bottom slut, and I fed him my cock day in and day out. Some of the best years of my life.“ “I can’t believe it. You and dad really did that stuff?“ It was a lot to take in. My dad gave no indications of being into guys at all. And to top it off he had sex with his own brother? “Yeah, your father and I were inseparable. But as time went on, I ended up becoming poz and he limited what I could do with him. For one, I wasn’t allowed to cum in his ass anymore.” “I could understand that.” “I still played around with other men on the side and got into the giftgiving scene. I pozzed up a lot of men in my day, but I wanted your father’s ass most of all. So one day I told him that I wanted him to commit to me completely. To become my sex slave for life. And for that he would have to become poz too. I wanted to infect him you see? That way we could fuck all we wanted uninhibited.” “Oh my God. You wanted to give dad HIV?“ “Yes. It’s not as bad as you think. All gay men get it eventually. It was better that he got it from me. But he didn’t like that idea so he decided to end our physical relationship, which eventually led to us not speaking to each other anymore. He wouldn’t even let me see you as you got older.“ I was having a hard time processing all of that. Uncle Chester’s passion for pozing seemed to know no bounds. My father’s past was a lot more complicated than I thought. And far more on the wild side then I was led to believe all my life. He was always so strict with me. But he had the carefree lifestyle that he warned me about. On one hand I was frustrated that he didn’t tell me about all this. But then again, how do you explain to your own son that you used to take it up the ass from your older brother? “Well all that is water under the Bridge. You’re here in my arms now and we can make up for lost time bonding. You would like that wouldn’t you Will? Bonding with your uncle?” He gave me another kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, of course. I don’t hold any of that against you. I’m glad we can reconnect.“ His face was really close to mine and I could feel his breath on me. “Hey uncle. Why do you like pozing so much?” That got him excited. “Curious are you? Well, there’s no better feeling then shooting a hot load into a boy that will change his life forever. The power of imprinting something permanent on him. My cock has the power to transform, corrupt. It’s a dangerous weapon that can eat away at virile young men.” “Oh, I’m no stranger to kinks but that’s definitely the most extreme I’ve heard of.” “Oh silly child. I’ve been around the block. I know of plenty bastards that are into worse. I know a guy, Clyde, he has cannibalism fantasies.” “Jesus Christ!” “He’s never done it of course. At least not that I know of. Still I wouldn’t go home alone with him. Another guy I know, Arthur, owns a ranch. He ties up guys in his stables and watches as the stallions mount them.” “Wouldn’t that be way too big?!” “He he, yeah. More than once, he’s had to send people to the emergency room for perforated colons.” “I get it. There are a lot of strange guys out there.” “I don’t judge, Will. I’ve done crazy things too. Nothing surprises me anymore. You should get used to more wild things too. That way you won’t get to surprised either.” “I will. I mean, I want to experience new things. I just don’t have many opportunities.” “Well that’s where I come in. The place I’m gonna take you to tonight is on the more hard core side. It’s a bar with a cruising area in the basement. You’ll find all types there. Plenty of poz fuckers there. Who knows, tonight you might get charged up.“ “I don’t want to get HIV uncle.” “Now Will. You will get HIV. It’s inevitable. There is a lot of potential in you for becoming a kinky pig boy. Within this community it’s only a matter of time.” I gave a semi concerned look. All of this talk about HIV and toxic balls was scaring me a little. It wasn’t really inevitable that I was going to catch it, was it? “You shouldn’t be afraid of poz cocks Will. They’re everywhere, even if you don’t know it.” He sat up on my lap. I felt his ass against my dick. It was still a little hard from the shower and I hadn’t gotten off yet. The heat from him was stimulating me. Embarrassingly I could feel myself growing under him. “Feels like you’re still horny Will. Haven’t had enough in the shower?” He was grinding his hips back and forth. His hole was sliding up and down my shaft, even up to my head and down. “I wasn’t able to finish…” His hips were moving around in circles. His hot wet hole was smearing my cock head. “That’s no fun. You shouldn’t blue ball yourself.” His cock was leaking onto my belly. He was clearly very still horny as well. The contact with his ass on my dick was getting a little intense. “Uncle, should you be rubbing your ass on it like that?” “What’s wrong? My cock has rubbed your ass. Your cock can rub mine.” He grabbed my dick and aimed it as his hole. He raised his ass so I could see my tip pointing up at him. His ass rubbed around on my tip, nearly engulfing it. “See? Nothing wrong with a little kiss.” “Um, I guess so….” “I can give it a deeper kiss like this.” Uncle Chester lowered his ass down and the full length of my dick disappeared inside him. I was immediately overwhelmed with the moist heat from within him. “Oh my god! Uncle! I can’t- ah!” I couldn’t contain myself. I came as soon as his hips met mine. My dick throbbed and spammed as it unloaded inside my uncle. “Oh dear. Did you cum inside me Will?” “Ah! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too! Your ass just-“ “It’s quite alright my boy. I’m happy to have helped.” “But we technically had sex. Isn’t that bad?” “Did it feel bad?” “…No.” “Then there’s nothing wrong with a little discharge. You were just pent up. I’m here at your disposal my sweet boy. And if my body can give you relief then that’s a bonus.” Uncle Chester slowly got up off of my cock. It popped out of his ass with a trail of cum dripping out of him and onto my thigh. I knew he was always okay with his sexuality and nudity, but I had not expected that I would end up shooting a load inside of him. Did that really count as sex? Sure my dick went inside of him and I came, but it was all so quick. “All right, then, since you were able to release, I think you should help me shoot off a load.” Uncle Chester laid on his back with his cock pointing straight up in the air. Pre-cum leaking out his tip. “Come on then Will. I want you to make me ejaculate. I’ll let you decide how, but you’re not leaving this room until you make some potent poz cum shoot out of me.” He wiggled his cock like a lure to a fish. “Is it okay? I’m okay with being nude around you but isn’t this a bit much?” “Of course. Besides, you got to shoot off inside me. You don’t want to be greedy now do you?“ “No of course not.” Somehow, I should have expected to get to this point. Uncle was such a sexually open man, but I didn’t think he would be willing to have his nephew do something like this with him. I crawled over in between his legs and grabbed his cock. It was definitely thick and hot in my hands. Squeezing the shaft it made another glob of pre-cum ooze out his tip. It was impressive how horny he was all the time. “So what are you gonna do Will? Use those soft hands, put it in your mouth, or are you gonna sit on it like I did?” Uncle wrapped a leg over my shoulder and pulled me down. My face rubbed up against his cock. A trail of pre-cum smeared from my chin to up my cheek. I sat upright again, and his legs wrapped around my waist. I started stroking his shaft up and down. “So a hand job. Fair enough.“ He relaxed with his arms behind his head, while I worked on his shaft. I moved my hands up and down along his length. It was so veiny and hot. I was apprehensive at first about it, but it wasn’t so bad. It was just like jerking off anyone else. The fact that it was my uncle didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. If I could make him feel good, then it wasn’t all that bad. I spat on it a few times to slick it up more. He watched me as I worked. He seem to be really enjoying himself. As I worked on his cock, he put a foot on my belly and was rubbing me with it. The more I stroked him the more he moved his foot up towards my chest. Pinching one of my nipples between his toes. “Do you like that Will?” “Yeah, it feels okay.” “Do you want to make me cum quickly?” That’s when he moved his foot up and planted it on my face. “Lick this and you’ll really make me shoot.” His foot smelled, and it was clammy with sweat, but I remembered how much he liked foot action, so I open my mouth and started licking it while I stroked him. His flavor was strong, but if it was going to help, then I was happy to do it. “Hell yeah, I can feel myself building up already. Get those toes in your mouth“ He didn’t even wait for me. He stuck his toes in my mouth, and I was sucking on them while his hips were humping to meet my hand strokes. “That’s it Will. I’m going to shoot. It’s coming. Get your head down there.“ Uncle Chester took his foot out of my mouth and swung it around my head. He pulled me down and his cock head pressed against my face as he began to orgasm. Jets of cum blasted out from him. My face got covered in it. He was grunting as his dick throbbed in my hand. Both his legs wrapped around me as he pulled me down onto it. My lips were getting coated in his semen. Some of it almost went into my mouth. His flow calmed down and he eventually let go of me. I sat up, my face covered in it. It dripped down onto my chest and belly. It was all over my mouth so I couldn’t speak. I was looking around for any sort of tissues, but didn’t see any available. “Oh, that was wonderful. Thanks for helping me out with that Will.“ Uncle Chester sat up and started licking my chest. Swallowing his cum he shot all over me. He worked his way up to my face and was cleaning me off. But then his mouth met mine as he licked the cum off of my lips and started kissing me. He held me tight as his tongue parted my mouth. He spat a mouth full of cum in me. With his aggressive tongue action, I couldn’t help but swallow the incredibly bitter and salty gunk. We broke away and uncle was licking his fingers, being nonchalant. I was conflicted about giving him a hand job and getting kissed. He seemed to sense my discomfort. “Don’t be so uptight about it Will. Two men can enjoy each others company. It was just a bit of fooling around. It felt good. And you seemed to enjoy yourself too.” “Yeah. That was just a bit intense.” A bit intense? At one point my cock went up his ass and I came instantly. We should probably restrain ourselves. The nudity and body contact is okay. But full blown sex is taking it too far. That’s what I wanted to say in the moment. But he seemed so happy and I didn’t want to bring down the mood. This sort of thing should be wrong but he was so carefree about it that it didn’t totally feel as bad as it should have. “It’s all apart of living young man. You’ll get used to it. Now let’s see what else we can entertain ourselves with.” He got up off the bed and grabbed me by the hand. We wandered into the living room where uncle Chester was going through a cabinet. “What are you looking for?” “Just some fun things. There’s porn, movies, board games. What are you in the mood for?” As he was bent over looking through the cabinet, I could see his backside spread. There was a bead of white dripping out of his ass. Oh that’s right. That’s my cum. My cum, leaking out of my uncle’s ass. I can’t believe he just swallowed my dick up into him like that. “How about a board game?” Something that will be a nice distraction from what went on in the bedroom. “Alright I got just the one.” He pulled out a white box with multiple colored dots on it. Oh, it’s Twister.

My name is Robert Kendall Allen, and this is the story of how I got pozzed. My mother was barely 18 when I was born. I never really knew my dad since my mother wouldn't marry him. She told me nothing about him except that he went away to college while my mom went to the local community college and worked while she raised me with help from her parents. I heard that my dad ended up moving away. I'm not sure where he moved, but I know he never returned to our small town in Illinois. While he had left the town in which he was raised, nevertheless I always would get a birthday card every year from him. He never missed a birthday, until today, the day I turned 21, and this omission is not his fault since he has no idea that I moved out of the small town where I had lived for the first twenty years of my life. Here's how I ended up leaving home; a couple months ago I my mother caught me in bed with another man. Actually the guy was one of my high school teachers. He had been fucking me since my junior year. To say she freaked out would put it mildly. After my teacher left she told me I had to be out off her house by the end off the week. I didn't wait that long and by the next day I had all my shit packed in my car and left. I had a buddy who lived close-by who let me crash with him in exchange for sex, so when I wasn't at my crappy job at the local WalMart (or servicing my straight bud) I was on my laptop seeing who was out there with whom I could play while I temporarily stayed with my 'friend'. I've always been attracted to the older, daddy types. I've never used a condom and knew the risks involved with bareback sex, although I never really chased the bug until now. While on-line I discovered Breedingzone.com and Bugshare.net. The stories always had my dick hard. The thought of getting pozzed up by an older guy and becoming his boy filled my dreams (and my jack-off sessions). I then discovered Barebackrt.com and started my search for the perfect man to knock me up. I concentrated on the listings for Chicago, knowing that city would afford me an excellent chance of meeting the right man to poz me, and when I decided to make the trip to Chicago, I also decided to post my itinerary on bbrts, mentioning I would be at Steamworks, and that I looking to play with an older poz guy. I threw all my belongings in my car and drove the 3 hours to Chicago and quickly found my way to Steamworks, parked my car and went inside, asking for a locker since my funds were limited. I stripped out of my street clothing, and draping a towel around my 28" waist, I went to explore the place. I quickly learned that there were a number of older men who'd love to 'take care' of a boy like me, 20 something, 5' 9", 135 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes, lean, smooth build. The one common factor that these Daddies shared was that they were all interested in pozzing-up bottom boy - like me. It didn't take me long to find the man of my dreams. He was in his 40s, about my height, muscular, with blond hair and blue eyes (like me) with a nice piece off meat between his legs (it had to be 5" semi soft). I didn't pack much less and at full mast I am nearly 8". What caught my eye was the biohazard tattoo he had just left off his trimmed pubes. It seemed that I caught his eye as the two of us did this 'dance' as we moved around the place. I lost him for a while until he came up behind me saying seductively "I've been waiting for you to get here." "You saws my post on barebackrt?" "Yes, Boy, I did. Where are you staying in town?" "Don't know yet, just thought I'd check this place out and see what I might 'find'." "What are you looking for?" I answered him, "Anything that may 'CUM' my way" with what I hoped was a seductive smile. With that, the dreamy guy introduced himself as 'Greg', and invited me to join him in his room. I introduced myself as Kendall, using my middle name, thinking my middle name might give me a fresh start. I followed Greg back to his room and once we were inside he shut and locked the door. Greg had a room with a bed on one side and a sling on the other. After we were in his room Greg pulled my towel from my waist exposing my entire body to his inspection. He leaned over and kissed me, his tongue entered my mouth as his hands explored my body. He was touching me in all the right places making me feel so good. I was hoping that this might be the man who would give me what I was seeking, that Greg was the poz Daddy who would take care of me. Greg placed his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees. I knew what he wanted and took his cock into my mouth, showing him my skills at sucking cock. His rod easily slid into my throat, engorging as time when on. Soon enough I found myself working on an 8" thick cock. After I had worked his cock to to his satisfaction he pulled his hard tool from my hungry mouth and as I looked inquiringly up at him, Greg looked down at me and said, "You're a damn good cock sucker boy, you ever party before?" I knew what he meant from the stories I'd read on breedingzone, "No Sir, but I'm open to the idea." Greg got an evil grin on his face as he led me over to the bed. He had me sit down as he rummaged around in his bag. He pulled out two syringes and a little baggie containing a white crystaline powder. I assumed (correctly, I later learned), it was Tina. He filled both syringes just over half way with the drug. He then added water and waited for the contents to dissolve. Greg then pulled out a tourniquet and worked it over my bicep. He had me pump my fist a few times as he looked for a good vein. Greg spoke to me as he swabbed my arm with some alcohol, "You're going to feel a little pinch when the needle is stuck in your arm. I'm going to pull back and get a flash of blood in the barrel to make sure I've hit the vein. Then I'll empty all this in your arm. When I remove the tourniquet you'll probably feel a warmth rush up your arm. You will feel like you can't breath as you cough out a few times. Then the drug will hit you as your heart begins to beat faster and you'll feel very warm. I want you to go with the feelings and ride the rush. Once you're ready I want your mouth back on my cock as I do myself." Greg had me lay back on the bed as I watched. He found a prominent vein, suck the needle in, pulled back a little to get a small flash of blood and as he pushed the plunger down emptying the contents into me he said, "Ready or not, here it cums!" Greg released the tourniquet and, just as he described I felt a warmth go up my arm into my chest. I felt as if I couldn't breath, I coughed hard two or three times, and then sensed a flush and my heart began to race. I also heard a distinct ringing in my ears and felt as if my eyes were rolling into the back of my head. As I rode my first rush, I looked up at Greg as he smiled down at me. I knew I needed to pleases this man and would do anything he commanded. I just lay there for what seemed like an eternity (but in reality was a couple minutes) when I knew I had to pleases this man, this God who I hope would be the man to not only give me the bug, but maybe he would make me his boy. I knew I needed to pleases this man. I got down on my knees and between his legs to service him as he administered his own slam to himself. I took his semi hard cock deep into my throat. I never knew that I could swallow a man like I was doing to Greg at that moment. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Greg apply the tourniquet to his arm I watched as he swabbed the vein he was going to use. I could see him stick the needle in himself as he drew back to get the small flash in the barrel. Just as he had done to me moments ago, he emptied the entire syringes into his own arm. I heard the click as he removed the tourniquet. He coughed out almost like I had as I knew the second the drugs hit his system. I felt his cock throbbed to its hardest I had felt in my throat as I swear I could feel him cumming, or maybe he was just precumming, but it felt like a ton was flowing out of his dick. Greg didn't say a word as he placed a hand on the back of my head and began to fuck my throat. I felt for a moment that he was going to cum right then and there when he stopped. He lifted my chin and I rose up with his touch as he kissed me with a passion I had never felt. Each of his touches was electric. I knew I wanted this man and he was about to take me, make me his right then and there. My hope was that he'd make me his forever! As we kissed he led me over to the sling. I climbed in without any difficulty and he helped me put my feet in the stirrups as I laid back looking up at this magnificent man. He kissed my feet, licked my inner legs as he worked his way between my legs. He paused for a moment as he licked my balls and sucked my semi-hard dick. The sensation was incredible. I could feel myself getting a little harder but I never reached my full potential. Then Greg went back to my balls and then onto the area between my sack and hole - I felt an increase in pleasure beyond what I had ever known. When he finally found my quivering hole, I thought I was going to explode. I uncontrollably began to moan and writhe around. The more he licked and worked his tongue inside me, the more I wanted his cock, the more I wanted to be he poz bitch. "FUCK GREG! I need you inside me. I need your poz cum, your DNA coursing through my veins." Greg didn't speak a word - he just shoved his hard cock in, balls deep, looking down on me as he began to slowly fuck my ass. I could feel every inch of his cock slide in and out of my ass. I'm not sure how long he had been fucking me, but I was certainly enjoying every second. After a couple of minutes of steady fucking, he began to pick up his pace, fucking me harder and faster only to stop, lean in and kiss me before he'd start fucking me some more. He occasionally would pinch my nipples or squeeze my balls as he worked my hole with his cock, keeping up this rhythm for what seemed an eternity of pleasure. After quite a length of time he asked "You ready for my dirty seed, boy?" "Fuck, yes. Your dirty seed will make a great birthday present." Greg then grunted and slammed hard into me as he grunted "OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING! TAKE MY CHARGED LOAD BOY!" as I felt his cock thicken and spasm inside me. I swear I thought I could feel his load as he deposited it inside me. Greg fought to catch his breath as he leaned in to kiss me, his tongue making its way deep into my mouth. After we kissed he pulled back and said, "So today is your birthday in so many ways. Today you'll be born into the poz brotherhood. How old are you today?" as his still rock hard cock was slowly pumped my hole working his charged seed into the walls of my ass. "I turned 21 today." Greg never acknowledged that he heard me when he started to slam fuck me again, "I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!" as his cock once again spasmed inside me once again filling me with his poz seed. "Did you say you're 21 today?" "Yes, sir I am. And you're making it a special day for me, especially since I didn't get my yearly birthday card from my father." Greg looked a little shocked at what I told him but he seemed to brush it off. Suddenly he asked, "Why didn't you get you father's birthday card?" as he continued to work his hard cock inside my cummy hole. I told him the details of how my mother had kicked me out of the house and why I made the decision to seek out a mature man to poz me and (hopefuly) take me in. As I told Greg all this he seemed to know me. He looked down at me with the biggest shit-eating grin I'd ever seen as he began to fuck me harder and harder. He wad fucking me so hard I thought the sling was going to break. Greg grunted out as he seeded my hole again. He had deposited so much cum inside me already some was spilling out as he continued to fuck me as, I'm sure, more was being worked deeper inside me. We kissed again, but there was something different about this kiss. It was more like a kiss two lovers would share. After we stopped kissing, Greg looked at me still with that grin, "Your using your middle name, your first name is Robert." I was shocked. How did this guy I just met know my real first name!? "How did you know that?" Greg never stopped fucking me. He just looked at me as he kept pumping away. "I know your real name because I'm your father." Hearing that had my semi-hard cock going rock hard. Greg kept in fucking me as we kissed again and again. I felt his cock grow harder and thicker deep inside of me. We kissed as he shot yet another load inside me at that same exact moment I shot what I hoped to be my last neg load thinking 'MY OWN FATHER POZZED ME!'

5-10 a week. Let’s say 8 holes in a week. Times 52, times 45 years. Equals 18,720 holes. I travel a lot for work when I rarely see the same hole twice. So let’s say 50% of those are unique = 9,360. Yum 😋

Chapter 1 – Starts with Gene, Ends with More I met Gene at a bar one night many years ago. That night, we went back to his place to have sex and we’ve kept in touch since. Over the years, both of us have broadened our sexual horizons and have shared most of that with the other. Gene is now 42, tall, bald, and stocky, He has a great beard and a hairy body. I’m 44, tall, with short brown hair and a dad bod. There’s a bit of hair on my chest, ass, legs, and such, but no one would call me hairy. The first night was all about oral. We’d been drinking, it was late, you know the drill. We sucked each other off, and Gene surprised me by happily swallowing my load. The next time we met, we got into some rimming which led to Gene fucking me. Back in those days, we played safe with a new partner. Over the years, our tastes and interests have developed. Gene was the first one to bring up bareback, and I was the first to mention a sling. Gene brought up fisting, and I brought up pnp. We realized that we had lots of mutual interests, so we continued to meet, except now we’d party and fist each other in the sling. Gene came over one Friday night. We had planned a session that would last a few hours. Little did we know what the night had in store for us. I live in a ranch house out in the burbs. It can be isolating, but it’s also nice that we can make all the noise we want without bothering neighbors. Gene still lives in the gayborhood in the city. Where I am, there aren’t a lot of people on the apps, especially if you’re looking for something more exotic. Gene got there, we stripped, and lit the pipe. He was first in the sling. He’s got a great hairy ass and hole, and I really enjoy fisting him. First, I started out by eating his ass, getting it nice and ready for the deeper play. Plenty of Slam Dunk went into his hole to lube him from the inside, then I added a healthy portion of JLube. The same went on my hands, Slam Dunk first, topped off with JLube. We’ve played together enough that we know what the other’s tolerances are and I knew that Gene liked to go at it hard and fast. So, I inserted two fingers to start, added two more, and then worked my fist into his hole. He likes when I go deep on the first insertion, so I went in as far as his ass would allow. While I was in his hole, I’d clench my hand into a fist, letting him feel the fullness. One of the great things about fisting in a sling is that either guy can take the lead. Sometimes, I’d be in control, and other times, Gene would take over and ride my arm. We were having a good time getting his ass opened up, but he wanted to take a turn in mine. So, Gene got out of the sling, and I got in. Same drill with the lubes, and Gene was soon inside my ass. I prefer a good stretch at the start and Gene provided that to me, He would leave his knuckles at the entrance to my hole and flex them, letting me really feel my hole being opened up. We also did some depth play. We decided to take a break and smoke some more. That also meant checking the apps. Imagine my surprise when a couple showed up on nkp that was reasonably close by. They were both into fisting and pnp, So I sent them a message. It turns out they had moved in recently and were noticing the lack of available play friends in the area. We exchanged info, and I invited them over. They said they’d be there in about 30 minutes and had product that they could share. Will and Tom arrived as expected. They were psyched to find serious players nearby, and we all hoped that this would work out. They’re both mid-30s and handsome. Short hair, nice, toned bodies, and great personalities. Will is hairy and taller than his smooth husband, Tom. They quickly stripped down to jock straps and offered up their stash. We had a pipe ready to go, so we started with that. While we were smoking, I started playing with Will, and Gene went with Tom. We were fondling each other, tweaking nipples, and fingering holes. They seemed willing and eager, so Gene suggested that Tom get in the sling. He got in, and we got him settled with the stirrups and made sure that poppers were nearby for both. I could tell that Gene was excited about getting to fist this handsome man. The lube process was the same as before, and Gene started gently probing Tom’s hole. After just a short while, Tom said, “Just stick it in already!”. So Gene did. His hand slid easily in Tom’s ass, showing the skill of the younger man. Tom’s face showed his pleasure at being fisted by Gene. While Will and I were fooling around on the bed, he confessed that they had a hard time finding other fisters to play with. He told me this could be the start of a good thing for all of us. It certainly seemed good so far. Gene was feverishly fisting Tom’s hole. He’d go in deep, pull back, and sometimes come all the way out to reenter. Tom looked to be enjoying himself and was helping himself to regular poppers to keep the mood high. He looked great getting fisted, He’d reach back and finger around his hole and sometime spread his ass wide for Gene. Meanwhile, I was munching on Will’s hole while he sucked me. He had a nice hole with a good amount of hair around it. I like fisting or toy play with a guy with a hairy hole since it’s hot to see the hair dragging through the lube on your hand or the dildo. Poppers were used by both of us, and I become a total ass fiend when I’m snorting poppers and eating ass. Will was having a good time, and he was a great cocksucker too. Eventually, Tom left the sling, and Gene suggested that Will climb in. We decided to smoke some more before that, but then we got Will in the sling. His hairy body and orange jock strap framed his hairy ass nicely. Since I had already been rimming him, I went for the fisting right away. He took my large hands easily and really liked to control the motion of the sling. That was no problem for me, so I let him spend a lot of time riding my arm. Clearly, both of these guys were experienced at fisting, and they seemed to be enjoying our company. I had high hopes that there would be many repeats of a session like this in the future.

Today at my place. Had a 25yr old hottie over with a good thick 7 inch dick. He’s just entering my hole when we hear something downstairs, my husband was home unexpectedly! I’m a cheating whore so the hottie jumps into the closet, I grabbed his stuff and hide it and jump back into my shorts. Finally husband goes on a work call. I sneak the hottie downstairs into another room, he went to put his jeans back on but instead I went down on my knees and put his cock in my mouth, he was hard again in seconds so I turned around and let him push that dick into my hole where he blew a load. He kept using his dick to push his load in further. I’d say he would of pumped loads into me all day if we were alone. this is one I won’t forget #closecall

To expand on Marlin's answer above: Assuming by "snipped" you mean a vasectomy, yes, it's still possible for an infectious HIV+ man who's had one to infect someone else. HIV is found in bodily fluids; it's not restricted to being inside particular kinds of cells (like sperm cells). It uses cells for replication, but otherwise the viral particles exist in the fluids (including semen, which is produced in the prostate and seminal vesicles). Because semen production is "downstream" from the testicles (where sperm are produced), ejaculate can contain HIV even if no sperm are entering the seminal pathway upstream.

For those of us who love to rim (and afterwards felch) Vaseline is my least favorite lube. It tastes horrible...

Doesn't do it for me at all. A huge turn off. Like wise guys who stink.

When I was in college I met an older daddy that was uncut and would sometimes be musky. It was not my think but he was in charge and made me do poppers and smell is cock. He got off on my choking and gagging and made me sleep with his underwear covered in his cock scent. Eventually I loved his smell. Never got particularly cheesy but very close. I think I could smell and eat cheese from a Dom if forced.

i tried accessing the article you linked, it does not exist anymore? i think technology has helped create and sustain immediate gratification. Many of the guys online are not there for relationship, they are there to scratch and itch. There used to be a commercial in the US for a fast food hamburger store (Burger King). The whole premise of the commercial was "have it your way... special orders don't upset us, all we ask is that you let us serve it your way...." The commercial was telling people all they had to do was drive through they didn't have to dress or 'prep', even take off their sweats or slippers, just get in the car and whatever they wanted would be magically handed to them as they drove past. my point is, apps and technology cater to and nurture instant gratification. Push a button, get an instant response. When computers first became more common, things like internet porn were in their infancy. Modems were very slow and the porn would buffer every few seconds, "streaming" was not a thing, 'cotius interuptus" was the norm online and cruising locals were still commonly employed in their useful purpose. And really, cruising prior to technological hook-up, also catered to instant gratification. i think it just more often resulted in sex because you had to be there. i used to have a lot of 'cottage' (restroom) sex. There was sometimes a GH, sometimes not. i cannot count the number of cocks that fucked me under a stall wall or through a GH. But i also encountered plenty of guys who were there just to masturbate, some would touch you, others not. I.e, there were all the varities, closeted, uncloseted, and everywhere in between. The difference? Proximity. The people were the same: desires, needs, variety. But we didn't have the ether dividing us, or the ether to overcome? We had to physically occupy the same space, and technology has removed that factor. i don't know that it has to do so much with the age of the person, but rather the age in which we exist?

Fisting trade lad My Grindr sounded with a message from a fit as fuck tradie lad working nearby and asking if he could toy my hole while he wanked off over his lunchtime. The thought of perhaps having him wank over my hole was too much to resist so I agreed. I asked him what he needed and he asked me to leave a couple of toys out for use while he wanked. I was to be hooded and ass up for anon and he loved playing with a cunt when his Mrs wasn’t around. I agreed and was in my pup mask and ass up when he arrived with a large butt plug fully inserted. He stripped off to his white Nike worn socks. He was soon pulling on the plug and stuffing it back it as he stretched my hole with it. I could hear him huffing on poppers. He swapped the plug for a dildo and gave my hole some deep and hard thrusts with it. Then he swapped to using his fingers to open and stretch my hole, I huffed on poppers and let him. It felt amazing as he took his time opening me up with one hand and wanking with other. He was trying to get his wanking hand into my hole. Then he changed his plan and used both hands to stretch me open. He was using his thumbs on the stretch when I felt his dick inside the gape. I could tell he was teasing my cunt and he removed his thumbs so my hole closed around his dick. He was suitably turned on to start fucking my cunt. So much for just wanting to toy my hole. I’m not sure if that was his intention but he was now just giving my cunt a good horny fucking and he was good too making use of my opened sloppy cunt. Then he was back on his knees working my hole open more stretching me to the limit with his fist and cock together. When he was done he shoved his dick back inside and told me it was time to get a load in that stretched cunt. He banged me until he was ready to breed me. He clearly got off using a sloppy cum bucket and was soon shooting jizz inside me. When he was done, like a typical straight guy, he couldn’t resist pulling his semi cum cock out and waving it about against my ass and sliding back inside my cummy hole for good measure. He tagged my ass FIST n FUCK, got dressed and left me used n dripping.

Part 1 I was looking to see if anyone was needing a house boy online and I found one article that caught my attention. Looking for a young sexy house boy who does everything asked. Would require to move into the spare room and be a full 24 hour houseboy. Room and board are included and I need one that will be a great cook as well as a good cleaner and would be of service during all the parties I host. The biggest requirement of all is that the house boy needs to be Poz or if they are neg willing to convert to Poz. This is a house of hiv Poz men we have four men living here with hiv and one with aids and we all need a house boy that will take care of the house and take care of our needs as well when we aren't having a party. Of course this means you have to be at least 18 years of age and we would prefer you to be a total twink as well as a bottom if not vers. We will take care of all your needs as well and any you desire in the future. There is one more requirement needed for this position but will explain that during the interview if we decide to choose you. Respond to this if this will be you and send pics of your ass body and dick so we can assess you. I was shaking as I read through the article a second time and I saw my dick was rock solid and dripping as I read it. I could feel my hole twitch and couldn't move the mouse fast enough to the respond button. I gave all the info about me that I was 18 a total twink with no body fat brown hair and green eyes, a seven inch cut dick and a butt that you could bounce a quarter off of. I sent a few pics of me in a thong so they could see my ass and my body and dick and couldn't hit send fast enough. Once the response was sent I laid down and furiously started to jack off and finger my ass and shot the largest amount of cum that I ever have just imaging what would happen if they choose me.

I love hanging out in bars, finding hot horny men who happen to be married. This one tonight is eyeballing me, so he comes over and buys me a drink. While he’s talking, I drop a little something in his drink to get them where I want him. he thinks he’s going to be fucking me. Little does he know in an hour or so, I will be wrecking his life forever. The GHB has done its jobnce. He is in his hotel room. I get him out of his clothes as his will to do anything is basically gone I figured let’s take them all away I pull out the syringe I tie off his arm. I put the needle in the vein, I see the flash of blood it’s now or never. I push the plunger. He’s coughing I put his legs over my shoulder and say my dick is too big for me to take off my P.A. I Ignore his please as I put the head right on his hole. I smiled to him and slap him in the face. Enjoy bitch. your life is being wrecked this has to be a virgin hole as I fight my way in. I know I’m tearing his hole up as I pump away, it feels good to be fucking a tight hole he is now enjoying as he is no longer asking me to stop as my 6-day toxic load is being pumped into his hole. I get him on his knees to clean my dick I can see the blood but with the slam, I gave he does not care. I hear the door open and it's his wife as he continues Polick and clean my toxic load off my dick. I pull away and push him onto the floor as I could see he’s scared shitless I walk up to his pregnant wife and say you might be pregnant for nine months but your faggots husband will be pregnant for the rest of his life with my babies and his blood, in a few weeks, he will be sick. You’ll either be taking care of him or putting him on the street.

Reminds me of the cherry pie recipe on cans of Crisco!

Vaseline for the base coat. Reapply silicone, water-based or spit as needed. Your choice.

So, I’m headed to a larger town about 2 hours away for an appointment on Friday, and staying a couple nights. I’ve got 4 confirmed top guys that I’ve met in prior visits to come load me up starting late this afternoon. Fingers crossed that I get at least 8 loads in the next couple days. I’ve also posted ads on DL, bbrt. Messaged a few guys on squirt too. Are there any other sites that I should post an ad for guys to find me? I always look forward to being ass up for a guy to walk-in and pump and dump! I will update when I’m home later this weekend!

Nice way for the sTory to end (or hasn't it?).

Powerful injector for dirty semen

Family, absolutely not. I do have one friend who knows but doesn't know half of what I've done. Lol

I also love getting pissed on and wearing the clothes. And while most people probably don't like this: I also let someone piss in my diaper that is was wearing. I would also love to try how it feels when someone pisses inside me...

My favorite kind of cock is the one that’s in my mouth shooting a load. But if I had to pick, I’d choose uncut over cut, but would never say no to a hot cock.

I’ve honestly lost interest in swallowing loads over time. I much prefer having Men’s sperm swimming in my hole and absorbed fully into my body. Swallowing destroys the sperm and DNA. 😞 What good is that? Much better to take the load really deep, let the sperm thrive and let all the DNA become part of me. I only swallow if the Top explicitly requests it.

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.

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Yesterday I found myself on my back - my head hanging off the bed - being throat fucked by a big cock - I’m horned up thinking about it and wish he was using my mouth right now - I felt like such a pig - my mouth full of cock him thrusting down , stretching my mouth and throat - fucking my mouth - until he is done - and knows and glassy eyed I swallow hıs cum and piss.

Great story… loved tge beginning… alas my dr no longer does a “take everything off and put on this Johnny” But I remember when they made the change from cloth to paper Johnny” - felt even more naked… not to mention worried about what any liquid (like precum) might do to the paper… (I was always worried that the dr would come in to find that my dick would have leaked enough so that my dick head would be poking through the Johnny) damn it would be hot to see what piss would do to the paper that image alone was worth it …. (Would love to see that type of scene done in a porno) And then the story keeps getting better can’t wait to see where you go with this

I went to my favorite bathhouse and got a room right next to the gloryhole maze room. As I was getting into my room a handsome hairy bear came up to me and we started fondling each others cocks, I told him I was a bottom and he said good cause he’s a top and he loves a sloppy hole. So I set out to get my ass loaded after cleaning out in the bathroom. I stopped at the room of an older play buddy, he loves to lick my balls while he masterbates and talks dirty, he quickly came and I scooped up his jizz and fingered it into my ass. Went to one of the big play rooms and saw 2 guys stroking their cocks, bent down and started sucking a nice looking 7 incher and he said he was getting close so I asked if he wanted to fuck me, he said yes. I turned around and sat on his cock and started riding him, another cute Asian came up so I could suck him, didn’t take long and the guy fucking me came hard. I turned around to clean off his cock and the Asian guy stuck his cock up my ass and quickly fucked another load in me so mission accomplished, I now had 2 loads in me. Went back to my room and laid down ass up, soon my hairy bear walked in and asked if I had been loaded and I said yes, he says how about another and lays down on me back and starts fucking his hard 7 inch thick cock in my ass. He fucked me hard and then one last thrust he starts grunting and I could feel him cumming in me, he says thanks and left me to finger his big load in my ass. Not much action after that but I didn’t care.

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Part 2 I gave him the run down of how the past few years have been. My studies, my interests my career paths. We talked about me for quite some time. Uncle Chester was on the couch next to me already empty on his drink. He was tentatively taking in everything I was saying. Never taking his eyes off me. “And so now my gap year trip has lead me to San Diego.” I wrapped up. “Sounds like you have a general idea on what you’re going to do.” “Yeah I don’t like to over plan. I like some room for flexibility.” “Well that’s good. You need some room to enjoy yourself. Do you have anyone to enjoy it with?” “Oh no I’m single.” “No ladies catch or eye? Or are you a heart breaker?” He smirked I hadn’t outright asked him if he was gay but I remember dad mentioning he was and based on the way he acts dresses and some of the hints in his house I’m fairly sure it was a safe bet. He does fit the effeminate old queen stereotype. I decided to tell my first family member about me. Chester seemed a safe bet since he was estranged for so long it wouldn’t hurt much if I was rejected for it. “Actually I’m not into girls. I’m gay.” “Oh wow! That’s wonderful!” Uncle Chester wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight. “You precious boy. We have more in common. I’m gay too.” “Yeah, dad mentioned that a while back. Is that why you guys don’t talk anymore?” He was sitting with his arm around my shoulder keeping me pulled in close. He had a musky smell to him “Nah your dad is just a drama queen in his own right. You know he had his own experimental phase when he was your age.” “Really? That’s crazy.” I guess a lot of guys experiment at some point in their lives but dad? He never came off that way at all. I can’t even imagine it. “Yeah he’s a piece of work, your father. But enough of that. I’m assuming you haven’t told you parents.” “Right, I’m not out to them. So I’d rather they didn’t know.” “Your secret is safe with me. You’re not telling them you over here so what goes one here stays here.” “Thanks uncle Chester.” “Just Chester you silly boy.” “Sorry, I like the way uncle sounds. I didn’t get to know you much growing up.” “Well I’m an open book nephew Will. Ask me anything. Nothing is off limits with me.” “How have you been these years? What have you been up to?” It was uncle Chester’s turn to give me the run down over the past decade. He tells me about all the different jobs he’s taken, places he’s lived and bounced around till settling back here. He currently works as an at home masseuse. He talked about vacations to a handful of exotic countries that I’d love to go to and some tedious history lessons on each place including the monuments. Then things got a little personal as he mentioned his various boyfriends he’s had… “Well boyfriends isn’t accurate. I don’t really date much. I hook up a lot. What can I say? I’m a lean mean fucking machine.” “Oh, that’s empowering. I’m all for sex positivity and all that.” “Damn right Will. I was born with a massive insatiable libido, I’m gonna “positivity” in every hole I can find. That was always something your dad didn’t like. How often I fucked.” “He just comes from a conservative world. He doesn’t understand anything that doesn’t conform to his lifestyle. He’d always warn me about catching something from the wrong girl.” “Yeah well the catching part is right. It caught me quite a few years ago.” “It?” “HIV. Been living with it for nearly two decades.” “Oh I’m sorry Chester…” “No don’t be. It’s totally fine. It makes me who I am, adds spice to my life and I can fuck uninhibited all I like.” “I guess medication these days helps you live a regular life.” “Eh, when I remember to refill my prescriptions. Sometimes i do, sometimes I don’t.” “Oh well I’m sure you know what you’re doing.” “I definitely do.” As we chatted like that in the living room. The day was turning into an evening. Chester and I had dinner and talked about local shows that were going on. At some point I heard a knock on the door. Chester sprang up and looked anxious. “Oh that must be one of my tricks.” “Your tricks?” “I still fuck, Will. Don’t worry I’ll keep it in the bedroom. But that’s how I do things around here. Almost daily sluts from grindr, scruff, recon, you name it. That’s not going to be a problem is it?” I was a little uncomfortable with the idea but I was in his home and he is a red blooded man, so I understand the need. Besides this wasn’t my parents house anymore. No prudish uptight lifestyle anymore. “No not at all. It’s your place, keep doing what you always do.” “We’ll get along great Will.” He smiled and answered the door. I saw the guy enter and was surprised. He was a young guy close to my age, blond. He looked like he could be my brother, if I had one. Uncle Chester guided him wordlessly down the hall to his room. For the rest of the night the house was filled with sounds of sex and moaning. I don’t know if Chester realized how thin his walls were. This may take a little more getting used to. Later in the night. I was trying to sleep on the couch. It was a warm night and I was having trouble staying asleep. I was stripped down to my boxers which did little to help. I heard someone come out of uncle Chester’s room so I kept quiet. In the dark I saw a silhouette walking toward the kitchen, it was uncle Chester, he was nude and I could see his penis, or at least the outline of it. Damn was that real? Was he wearing a monster strap on? The dim light from the window illuminating it just enough for me to see something dripping out the tip. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Chester drank some water and returned to his room. I couldn’t help but wonder how that other guy could take such a huge dicking for so long. In the morning I slept in a little. I was kept up a little by uncle Chester’s late nite play time. I was woken up by the sound of a coffee mug being placed on the table in front of me. “Good morning Will.” Chester was still in the same thong he wore yesterday. That was the only thing he had on. He sat down on the couch in front of my waist and rubbed my hair. I was a little old for that but it was kinda sweet. “Good morning uncle Chester. Is your friend still here?” “Him? Oh nah. I sent him home earlier. Pozzed up and walking with a limp he he.” “Pozzed up?” “Shot my raw load in him, converted his ass. I gave that boy hiv.” “What? Why?” “He wanted it. I’m a gifter Will. There are plenty of guys out there that crave toxic seed, and I love giving it to them.” That was quite a shock. I knew of STDs and protection. But I wasn’t aware of people who actively try and catch hiv. “Oh don’t look so surprised. There’s many many fetish communities out there. I’ve dabbled in quite a lot in my day. It’s all good fun.” I didn’t want to be judgmental. Uncle Chester welcomed me into his home after so many years without question. I know that there are plenty of communities that get into all sorts of weird things in the cities. As long as he’s having fun then who am I to say he shouldn’t do that? “Oh it’s fine with me uncle. I’m not gonna lecture you on how you live your life.” I was sitting up now. Slowly sipping on my coffee. “I guess I was a more surprised with how such a young guy would be into that sort of thing.” “But chasers come in all shapes, sizes, and ages. I’m not picky but 18-25 year old bottoms are my favorite.” “Oh, I see.” I’m 18. I don’t know why that’s relevant. I’m his nephew so being in his preferred age range means nothing. “I know, why would the young handsome guys want anything to do with a decrepit old man like me?” “I wasn’t thinking that. You’re probably just his type.” “This is his type.” He grabbed his bulge and jiggled it around. “Gay guys may be picky at first impression looks but they see this big bad boy then all that nonsense of type, preference, principles go out the window. If there’s an ugly troll with a monster cock then even the most snobbish gays will bend over and beg for it.” “Yeah that tracks. I’ve seen plenty of porn where the top wasn’t my type but the dick was nice so it didn’t really matter.” “So what is your type Will?” He was cross legged and attentively paying attention. I hadn’t really thought about my type. I like a wide range of guys, but the few partners I’ve had tended to be in the older crowed. “I guess I like older guys. But I’m not picky. It’s more if the vibe is right.” “Older men eh? Good to know.” He giggled a little. “I now a place that caters to that. I can take you sometime.” “I’m not old enough to get into bars.” “That’s why you’ll be with me. I know the people who own the place, they never check IDs with the friends I bring.” “Oh that sounds like fun actually. I haven’t been to any night life like that on my trip yet. But I don’t have anything club appropriate to wear. Speaking of which.” I grabbed my bag and sniffed a shirt. Just as I thought. Nothing clean and the semi clean stuff was getting musky. “ You use my washing machine. Let’s get your things sorted out.” Uncle Chester grabbed my bag and was headed down the hall. I got up to fallow. “Here we go I’m sure you haven’t found a good place to get your clothes washed yet.” He was throwing my clothes in the washing machine. He didn’t have to go through the trouble of doing the laundry for me. I was grateful for the help. “Let’s get those off of you too. I’m sure they’ve seen their mileage as well.“ He was pointing towards my underwear I was wearing. it was the only thing I had to wear left. “But Chester I don’t have anything else.“ “We’re both guys, what does it matter if you let it hang out while the clothes wash? I’m usually walking around the house in the buff most of the time. This thing is merely a courtesy.“ He snapped the string off his thong. He calls it a courtesy, but it really doesn’t cover up much at all. He junk is practically shrink wrapped in it. But it was his house, and the pair I was wearing was also in need of a wash as well. So I opened it and threw them in the machine with the rest. “Well, since modesty is no longer an issue.” Chester took off his thong and threw it in as well. That was the first time I saw his dick. I couldn’t believe how large it was. It was hanging down and flopping back-and-forth so it could not have been erect but there was still so much there. It was almost frightening to imagine what it would look like hard. He threw in some soap and started up the machine. “Now then, let’s see if we can find you anything interesting in my wardrobe for later tonight.” Chester gave me a playful slap on the butt as he walked past and entered his bedroom. I blushed a little, but I was curious to try on something other than what I had been carrying around with me these past several days. “Don’t mind the mess, there’s a bunch of naughty stuff all over the place.“ As I entered his room, I noticed that there were sex toys, lube bottles, handcuffs and all sorts of strange objects I couldn’t identify all over the place. A leather swing on chains in one corner and a padded table with a hole in it at the other. His room had a distinct smell of stale sex and sweat. He obviously got a lot of action in here. I was feeling a little self-conscious, so I was covering my privates with my hands as I followed him to his dresser, and he was rummaging through it looking for something for me. “We’ll have a regular guys night out. What kind of host would it be if I didn’t show you around?” He pulled out a pair of black jeans that looked like they were from the 80s. They were faded but they looks like they might fit me. “Now stop all of that. You don’t need to be shy around your dear uncle. Take those hands away, let it breathe for goodness sake, he he.” I pulled my hands away, and now uncle Chester could see my dick as well, it wasn’t nearly as big as his, it was average, but it got the job done. At least I haven’t had any complaints. “That’s a healthy looking thing there. I’m sure you’ve given plenty of men memorable times.“ “Some here and there. I’ve played around with a few guys, but not that much and nothing too crazy.” “Well, while you’re here, we should do something to change that. Soil your oats, spread your wings so to speak. I’m sure these old things will fit you.“ He wadded the pants up and threw them in a corner for later, I figured he would have had me try them on, but if anything else, I can just throw on whatever comes out of the dryer. “Well, what do you think of my set up here?“ He pointed to his room showing it off. I wasn’t sure how to respond. It looked like a sex shop exploded in here. “It’s pretty extensive. I couldn’t afford all this.” “Well I didn’t buy it all at once. I gathered a bunch of it over the years. I’m sure some of it is from before you were born.” “That long? Wow and and I thought the saying was ‘I have shoes older than you.’” “I have those too! The foot subs love sniffing them. Come let me show some photos from back in the day.” Chester wandered over to the bed and reached under it to pull out a photo album. He sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him to invite me to join him. I sat on the edge and looked over at the album cover. “Closer you silly.” He wrapped an arm around my bare waist and pulled me in. We were sitting close, our hips touching. I was so close that I couldn’t ignore the way he smelled. It wasn’t typical BO, it was more like the smell of sweat, stale sex, and cheese. I hadn’t noticed it before but being this close it was fairly strong. He open the book across our laps and turn to a collage of Polaroids from when he was younger. He looked like he was in his late 30s early 40s standing next to some classic cars. He also looked like he had more body mass on him back then. I could even call him slightly bear-ish. A stark contrast to his rail thin body now. My dad was in there too, looking like he was in his 20s. I was surprised to see how much dad looked like me back then. Maybe a bit rougher around the edges, but it was fairly close. “Whose car is that?” I asked, pointing towards an old van. “That was mine. Your father, and I would go on road trips in that thing all the time. We got up to all sorts of riffraff in the back of that thing. You look so much like your father. Such a handsome young man.” He put a hand on my face as he looked at me to admire the resemblance. I blushed a little bit. “Thanks, uncle Chester.“ We flipped through several other pages. He would give me a brief backstory to every one of it he pictures. He rotated his body slightly to position towards me more. When he did it I felt something warm poke against my thigh. I didn’t know what it was at first, but eventually realized it was his dick poking me. It was soft but it still had enough length to make contact. It was a little awkward, but I was more focused on the album and Chester’s commentary on the past. “Here we are at one of my old friends parties. Your father stayed for a little bit, but it was getting too rowdy for him so he left early.“ As he showed me the collage of party photos, I saw many guys drinking and smoking pot. There were cups and bottles and all sorts of paraphernalia all over the scenery. I noticed quite a few of the men were naked. The rest wore very little. Amongst the polaroids of naked party, goers, I saw Chester in there as well. He was naked and wrapping an arm around a young 18 or 19 year old blonde boy. The blonde boy in the photos was pretty cute. Chester pointed to him as if remembering someone he forgot about. “Oh, he was a lot of fun that day. I definitely got a lot of mileage out of him. Can’t for the life of me remember his name.” He turned the page and the nude party photos continued. Common characters reoccurring to pose with one another, the occasional fool putting on a curtain like a dress, and putting on some sort of impromptu performance. In the collage of photos my eye shot to one particular photo that I was not expecting. The cute blonde boy on a table, surrounded by party cups. His legs were up in the air, and uncle Chester had his cock in the boys ass. They were fucking in the middle of the party. The boy had a look of ecstasy on his face while Chester was holding his ankles nearly folding him and a half. “Oh, my God.“ I muttered, not really sure what to say. I get that it was that kind of party, but I didn’t expect to see a picture of my uncle turning up the action. “Yeah, Harvey thought he was Sylvester, trying to dance a jig.“ Uncle Chester was commentating on the photo of the guy wearing the curtain dress, as if the pornographic photo of himself wasn’t the highlight of the page. “I was talking about this.“ I pointed to the photo of Chester going to town on the blonde boy. Chester look at it and commentated like it was any other photo. “Good technique, right? I made that little bottom squeal good. He couldn’t get enough of my meat stick.“ As he looked at the lewd photo I felt his dick starting to get hard against my leg. I think I even felt a dab of something wet oozing out the tip. “Yeah, that’s quite the extreme inclusion to the album.“ That’s when it dawned on Chester. “Oh! Will, I hope this isn’t too much for you to see? Your uncle having a little fun? Like I said, I’m very sex positive. I’m not ashamed to bear all and share all.“ Seeing photos of family members having sex would normally be quite the ick factor for me. But since I didn’t grow up with Chester in my life, I don’t feel quite as conservative around him. It was still a little bit awkward to see my uncle in that position, but if he’s comfortable with it, then I guess there’s no reason for me not to be. I tried to see it as if an another friend were showing me wild highlights of a kinky party. So I decided to be mature about it. “I’m cool with it. It looks like a fun party. I wish I could’ve gone to parties like this. Not necessarily the sex part, but everyone looks like they’re enjoying themselves.“ “You would be quite popular then. But you probably wouldn’t want to go to this specific party.“ “Why not?” “Well, this house party was hosted by my friend Gus. He always had a cheeky rule that any new guy who showed up to his parties for the first time had to allow their ass to be available for him to fuck. Sort of like paying a toll. And trust me almost every first timer who went to his parties got a hefty load up their bums.” “I mean, I’m not a prude, I guess it just depends on the mood at the time.“ “That’s not all. You see, at this particular party Gus was living with AIDS, and it was really putting a toll on him. This was before medication‘s were really a thing. This particular day I’m pretty sure he mostly spent time in his room. But his rule still stood. Let’s say if I chaperoned you to that party, Gus would expect me to bring you into his room to see if he’d be interested in fucking you. And you are quite the handsome young man. I know without a doubt he would shoo me away to leave you alone with him. Regardless of how advanced his condition was you still wouldn’t be leaving his bedroom without him emptying his toxic balls into you.“ “Yeah, I don’t think I would want to go to that party.“ Things really were different back then were they? I shudder at the thought of getting infected with HIV but the party itself still looked fun regardless. “Well, those wild parties are hard to come by these days. I still attend a few here and there, but not as frequently as I used to.” Chester was flipping through more of the pages looking for other memories worth recollecting. As he flipped through the pages, I noticed the photos were getting progressively more and more raunchy. Different locations and time periods well past the party. Full-blown pornographic images with him, and other men doing all sorts of things. He stopped on the page that had an assortment of kinky activity on it. My face was blushing hard, and I was trying to keep my composure. Uncle Chester pointed to what looked like a fairly recent photo of another young blonde guy sucking on his toes. “This was the best foot slut I ever had. The only boy to make me cum just by working his tongue on my big old stompers. Probably of all the kinks I like, having a boy worship my feet is perfection in its simplicity. Look at that boy. Doesn’t he just look like he’s in heaven beneath my feet?“ “I guess. I wouldn’t know, I never did anything like that.“ “You never worshiped a man’s feet before? Oh, goodness! You must try it! It’s the most common fetish, you know. Even guys who say they aren’t into it, once they try it, it flips a piggy switch in their heads.” “Hm, I’m not sure if I would be into that. I mean, for the right guy I guess but in general, I’m not so sure.“ “You never know until you try. We’ll find you some feet to go down on. We just need to find a a nearby old man who loves having boys worship his feet.“ Uncle Chester emphasized his last sentence by subtly wiggling his toes. “I appreciate the offer uncle, but I will try that out in my own time. I’m not opposed to it though.” “Fair enough.” It was then that we heard the buzzer for the washer. Uncle Chester closed the photo album and was about to get up. When he lifted the album up, his massive erection, strang upward and smacked his belly. “Oh goodness that trip down memory lane stirred up this old thing again.“ Jesus Christ, and I thought it was big when it was soft. Chester‘s cock was a massive monster thing. I was surprised the photo album was able to hide it. The head of his cock was poking out of his foreskin, and the tip was drooling pre-cum down its shaft. I looked at my leg where it was touching me earlier and I saw there was a blob of pre on my thigh, trailing down and onto my balls. “Um, uncle Chester?“ He looked at the mess he made on my leg and saw my messy balls. “Oh, let me get that for you.” He reached over and grabbed an old sock off the floor and started wiping me up. He then positioned himself between my legs. “lift your legs Will, looks like my stuff dribbled all the way down your taint.“ Before I could say anything Chester grabbed my ankles and lift them up over my head, my ass on full display. He was sitting on his knees, scooting closer to me and placed my legs over his shoulders. His huge cock pointing straight at my ass. He took the sock and gently wiped up my scrotum. “Uncle Chester, that sock is kind of dirty, don’t you think?“ I should have told him that I could clean it up myself, that it was embarrassing to be naked with legs up in front of him. But the sock did look fairly well worn so I didn’t think it was getting me any cleaner. “I guess you’re right. I think I have a rag under the pillow.“ Uncle Chester tossed the sock aside, and in a maneuver not very well thought out he leaned his body forward and reached underneath the pillow my head was on. But due to where his cock was already aiming, his body leaning forward, caused his dick to come forward. I was feeling my uncles cockhead kissing my pucker. “Hey! Chester!“ “There it is!“ Uncle Chester sat upright again, revealing the rag from underneath the pillow. His cock head no longer digging into my ass, but still pressed against it. “Uncle Chester this is a pretty compromising position don’t you think? Your dick is poking me down there.“ I try to say as calmly and diplomatically as possible. Uncle Chester takes a look down, and it looks as if he didn’t notice it before. “Ha ha ha, well look at that. Oops guess I wasn’t watching where I was aiming this thing“ “Could you please move it?“ “Just a moment Will“ Uncle Chester reached over for the photo album and was flipping through pages all the while I could feel the heat and the moisture from his twitching cock on my ass hole. “Take a look at this“ Chester pulled out a Polaroid of the party, where he is fucking the young blonde boy on the table. Legs in the air. “History repeat itself I guess. Ain’t that funny?“ I try to let out a chuckle to laugh at his joke. And I’m surprised with how casual he is about this. I know he’s a free spirit, but is his dick pressed up against his nephews ass really not that big of a deal? “Let’s get you cleaned up shall we?“ He pulls his dick aside, leaving a trail on my opening. He wipes my butt with the rag and tosses it aside. “All right, let’s go dry those clothes.“ Uncle Chester got up off the bed. My heart was racing a little at the strange phallic contact that I wasn’t totally sure how to feel about. “Hey, uncle Chester? Was that really OK, you know, your dick poking me down there?“ “Oh, don’t be silly. It was just a little bump. You don’t freak out when shaking a man’s hand, and that hand most likely jacked off that morning. Besides most guys in locker rooms do far nastier jokes on each other. Nothing wrong with the occasional bump.“ “He he, I guess.“ I guess that made sense? I mean sorta. Either way it did put my mind at ease a little. But I was curious about something else. “Hey, uncle Chester.“ “Yes?“ “That blonde boy at the party in the photo. Was that his first time there?” “Yes, it was. And yes, after I was done with him, I gave him to Gus to deposit his obligatory cum load.“ “Whatever happened to that guy?“ “After Gus got to him? That boy passed away about four or five years later. It was a time before meds after all.”

Aids, bugs, cum, load, felching, biohazard

37 in an old man's basement when I was 16

I understand the feeling of insatiability too, only coming from the perspective of a bottom. Once I've got a couple loads in me I just want to keep going and the impulse to slut out grows as I take more and more dicks.

Cruising park bent over took 9 I could feel the cum dripping down my legs love Anonymous

Im so proud of my veiny uncut cock. I would take any opportunity to show off my cheating raw meat to ANY ONE no matter what type of guys or girls especially trans girls, who couldn't resist their temptations to get down on their knees to wrap their lips around my big cock or willingly spread their pussies and assholes wide open to give me the right to use their fucking holes and beg me to dump my seeds deep inside their cunts after a long fucking session.

Chapter 8 - Chris’ POV Javi and Tre were fucking the white cum whore at the same time. Both of their big dicks sawing in and out of his ass. They fucked hard and quick trying to be the group of guys to get the little whore to successfully cum hands free. As I watched the clock, I figured they wouldn’t quite make him cum. Kenny called time, and then it was Jay and Mike’s turn. Jay got on his back and picked Ty up off Javi’s dick and impaled him on his dick as Mike quickly got behind Ty and shoved his dick in. They started going at it. Ty’s head was moving more back and forth, but he was still passed out. Even with the bigger dicks, Ty didn’t wake up. I think he got too much G, but that was just going to make the rest of the night that much more fun. As the seconds raced on the clock, Jay was telling Mike to slam his dick in and out all the way and fuck the slut, but I think Mike’s slam and G were hitting him at the same time and making him space out. So, I doubted with his slow thrusts from behind that he would make the whore cum hands free. Just as I finished that thought in my head, Kenny called time. Kenny looked at me and motioned for me to look at his dick. He was screwing in a PA just like the one he let me borrow. Both of us, who had the biggest dicks, Kenny being 14.5” and mine being 13” now also had PA’s in our dicks with the ring having 6 spiked metal tips placed evenly around the ring to rip open a bitches insides. I just nodded and grinned knowing we were easily going to make this bitch cum hands free. I got on my back, and Kenny pulled the unconscious Ty off of Jay’s dick and quickly lowered Ty onto my dick with his back resting on my chest. I grabbed Ty’s legs and quickly pulled his knees up into a hold near my shoulders exposing Ty’s hole to Kenny. Looking at Kenny, I said, “Slam that spiked death stick up his ass, Kenny. Let’s show these other guys how you truly ruin a white cum slut’s hole.” “Fuck ya, bro!” Kenny shouted as he slammed all of his dick into Ty’s ass. I could feel the spikes on his PA dragging against my dick too. I would be surprised if my dick didn’t have some tears in it after this brutal fuck we were about to give the passed out white whore. Kenny pulled all the way out and slammed in again. I kept a hold of his knees and slowly thrust up into him and rocked my hips and made circles as I ground the spikes on my PA deep into the lining of his large intestines. Kenny continued to long stroke and slam his entire death stick in and out of the white boy hole. He was moaning and grunting at each thrust. About a minute in, his head started to roll from side to side. I wasn’t sure if it was from the rough thrusting or him waking up or just passed out pleasure, but about thirty seconds later his legs started to shake. I told Kenny he was close and shaking, so Kenny got even rougher. Not even two thrusts later, the white cum slut’s whole body started shaking and his dick shot out a huge load. The first spurt landed across my face and got in my left eye. But, I didn’t care. We had won and both continued to fuck the little whore. “We are going to finish in his ass. Then we’ll let you guys get back in your DP groups and load the whore up with more cum. Once he has another load from all of us, Kenny and I will start fisting the bitch.” I heard murmurs of agreement from the guys watching us. I looked back at Kenny, and his eyes were already glazing over. It was then that I realized the little white pussy was still squeezing and milking our dicks, and his cock was dribbling out a slow steady ooze of cum. I just moaned and couldn’t stop my nut from ripping out of my balls, speeding up my mandingo shaft, and exploding spurt after spurt of hot toxic seed deep into the white neg whore. As my cum lubed up his hole even more, Kenny roared his head back and started shooting his load too. We were both cumming at the same time deep inside this white neg cum slut as our spiked PA death sticks tore open his insides and made him bleed so our toxic seed could get deep in his bloodstream and make him a poz slut. Both of us slowly pulled our dicks out of the whore. Javi and Tre quickly grabbed him and double penetrated his ass again. They didn’t last long as they were getting worked up watching the rest of us fuck Ty senseless. Soon we heard Tre announce he was cumming quickly followed by Javi. They pulled out and Mike grabbed Ty and slammed him on his dick and told Jay to get him from behind. I think they lasted even less time than Javi and Tre. They almost grunted at the same time and started shaking as you could see their bodies convulsing as they shot their loads deep into the passed out white boi pussy. When they pulled out, I put Ty on his back and pushed his knees up to his shoulders exposing his gaped hole. It was very puffy, red, and a slow flow of pinkish cum was running down his taint towards the sheets on the bed below making a puddle. We all came in close to observe our work and look at the pretty white boi pussy that was virgin just a few hours earlier that now could not even close, gaped open from being slutted out by big ethnic dicks, and oozing nothing but toxic seed mixed with his neg blood. It was a sight to see and remember, so I grabbed my phone and started taking tons of photos to document the occasion. Kenny asked if I wanted to fist the bitch first, so of course I jumped at the opportunity. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I quickly sized up the other guys. I do believe that I had the biggest hands in the group, and I was getting the pleasure of being the first to fist the whore. Nothing like starting with the biggest in the group first so that the hole gets forced open and can then more easily take the smaller hands. I quickly inserted 3 fingers in the still gaped open hole and plugged him up. The cum stopped oozing but I could feel the wet insides. They were full of cum and his ass walls were not just wet with cum, they were coated all over. As I twisted my fingers around in his hole and felt the walls of his ass it felt like my fingers were being coated with viscous cum and not a single inch of my fingers were dry by the time I had twisted my fingers all the way around in a full circle. Not wanting to waste any time and fucking turned on by the amount of toxic seed coating not only my fingers but the entire anal cavity of the neg virgin white boi pussy, I pulled my fourth finger and my thumb together as I slowly pulled my three fingers out. With the tips of all of my fingers pressed together, I pushed them back into the hole meeting just a little bit of resistance. But, I didn’t let that stop me. I grabbed Ty’s hip with my other hand holding him in place as I pushed my fingers in more using them as a spike that got fatter towards my knuckles. Ty grunted and my hand felt even more resistance, but I was not going to let that stop me. I pulled back just a little and while holding firmly onto Ty’s hip, I pushed my fingers back in harder with a quick jab. Ty’s hole expanded and was stretched around 5 fingers resting at the ridge of my knuckles. I held his hip again and pulled back just a smidge and then pushed in hard again. My knuckles brushed against his puffy red swollen ass lips and quickly slid inside. I heard one of the guys watching mumble, “Fuck ya!” My fist was now completely in Ty’s hole and his hole was slowly spasming around my wrist. I slowly rotated my hand left and then right and then back again. I quickly noticed my hand was swimming in toxic seed. I quickly pulled my fingers out of the spike formation and made a fist. I started to pull my closed fist out of the white boi pussy from the inside making sure my fist was flexed and as fat as I could make it. I wanted to pull his rosebud out as I pulled my fist out from inside his hole. Despite all the fucking, stretching, double penetration, and gallons of toxic cum swimming in his hole ready to lubricate anything put inside, his hole still resisted me pulling out. So, I pushed back in a little more to where my wrist was once again surrounded by his puffy white boi pussy lips. I grabbed his hip, flexed my fist again to make it as big as possible and rock hard, and quickly yanked my arm back like I was pulling away from a hot stove. My fist quickly pulled free from his hole with an audible popping sound. Ty quickly opened his eyes and whimpered. I looked down and his hole was gaped open and leaking even more cum. I looked back up at Ty’s face. I could tell he was still partially conscious and the other part of his body wanting to ride the G wave back into sleep. I flexed my fist again, grabbed his hip, and punched my fist back into his hole. This time, Ty’s eyes got extremely bug-eyed, and he tried to lift his head off the bed and look down at his body. My fist had popped right back into his hole. But, the G was strong, and Ty couldn’t lift his head. So I decided to see just how strong the G’s hold was on him. I quickly pulled my fist out of his hole and then shoved it back in. Ty moaned and his eyes went wide again, but then his head just went limp and fell to the side of face. He had passed out again. Kenny came up beside me and said, “I thought he was going to wake up, but he passed out even with your punching his hole with your fist. I think I gave him too much G,” and he laughed. I laughed too and said, “Don’t worry, I know how to wake this bitch up.” “What are you going to do?” asked Javi. “Just watch. You’ll see,” I said. I pulled out and punched my fist into his hole rapidly ten more times. Ty still didn’t wake up. Javi just looked at me and said, “That did nothing. He’s still passed out.” “That wasn’t what I was talking about. I did that because I wanted to make sure that this hole was loosened up good and ready to be gaped open for a while. Now, I’m going to wake this bitch up.” Javi just puffed out a quick breath and looked at me like he didn’t believe me. I looked back at him, put on my most stern face, and said, “If you want me to gape your hole too with these fists, I will. Don’t test me.” “You’ll do nothing of the sort,” Tre quickly chimed in to defend his boyfriend. What he didn’t notice was Javi’s dick getting rock hard and spurting out a small amount of cum. I just chuckled and looked at Javi and winked. His dick twitched again. I looked back to his eyes which were glossed over thinking about my big mits fisting his hot Latino hole, and I said, “Tre you need to learn your boy here is a slut. Whether you want it to happen or not, he wants my fist in his hole.” Tre quickly looked over at Javi and noticed his state of full arousal, his glossed over eyes, and him staring deep into my eyes fixed on me. I looked at Ty, grabbed his hip, and then looked back at Javi making sure to maintain deep eye contact. “I will own your hole too. But for now, I want you to watch me wake this white boy slut out of his G hole. Watch and see what I do and think about how your hole is going to feel when I do the same to you.” Javi in an almost trance just nodded his head. “Javi, you need to watch my fist and stop staring at my face. I want you to see this and not miss a single movement.” Javi shook his head a little and moved his eyes from my eyes and focused on my wrist being surrounded by Ty’s puffy pussy lips. Tre was watching Javi, not quite sure what was going on. When I noticed Javi was intently watching Ty’s pussy lips slowly squeeze around my wrist, I said, “Here we go. This bitch is about to wake up.” I once again flexed my fist and made it rock hard. I quickly pulled it out of Ty’s ass. I pulled my arm back until my fist was right next to my rib cage to give my arm fist some thrusting power behind the push I was about to do. I quickly punched forward. My fist easily entered Ty’s hole, but my punch was still barely at its destination. I kept pushing forward until my fist came up against Ty’s inner hole. While it was not gaped open as much as his outer hole had been it also wasn’t closed completely. That helped my fist which was still balled up and flexed to be as hard as rock to continue deeper inside and put more pressure on his inner hole until it gave way. My fist was now completely in his large intestine. His outer hole was stretched and almost 3/4th’s of the way up my forearm to my elbow. Ty immediately opened his eyes and lifted his head as he gasped. I quickly opened my fist and made my fingers dance around touching all the parts of Ty’s large intestine that I could. Ty just moaned at the sensations. He looked at me and asked, “What’s going on? I feel funny.” I looked at Kenny and told him to grab his phone and start recording. I then looked at Jay and told him to do the same but to record Ty’s face. I then balled my hand up into a fist again, and quickly yanked my arm back. My fist pulled quickly through Ty’s inner hole and then his outer hole. He moaned, gasped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. I looked at Javi and said, “Don’t underestimate my prowess again!” With that I pulled my arm back again to my rib cage, and slammed it back into Ty’s gaped pussy. Meeting virtually no resistance at his hole, my fist quickly made its way inside to his inner hole and met with some resistance before relinquishing and letting my fist once again plunder into his large intestine. This time I made sure his pussy lips were at my elbow. Ty’s eyes went wide, moaned, rolled his head back and forth, and then his cock started shooting cum all over his chest and up to his face. His inner and outer holes both spasming uncontrollably around my arm as his body had another anal induced orgasm. Ty slumped back to the bed and just convulsed as his body shook and spasmed and shot spurt after spurt of cum while he moaned and started to drool from his mouth. I looked back at Javi and noticed his eyes were glossed over imagining he was Ty at that very moment, getting fisted open by my big fist and having an anal orgasm making his big Latino dick shoot cum everywhere. Tre could see the look of desire in Javi’s eyes too and knew I was right. I would be fist fucking his boyfrined before the night was over. I opened my fist and again and let my fingers dance. Ty just moaned and said, “I’ve never felt so good before. Please don’t stop. Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop.” “I’m fisting your hole, you tweaked out white boi cum slut. My arm is elbow deep in your hole and right now my fingers are tickling your large intestines from the inside.” Ty just giggled. His head rolled from side to side. He finally looked up at me, slightly raised his head and said, “This feels amazing. I didn’t know I could be ticklish on the inside as well,” and he giggled again. I just wiggled my fingers more and told him that he was going to have all of our fists deep in his pussy before the night was over. He just moaned and mumbled, “Fuck ya!” Everyone including myself laughed at the look of total euphoria on the skinny white boy’s face. He was high as fuck and totally blissed out by having his hole abused. I was so glad I got to fist him first and make him cum again from my fist slamming through his holes. I looked at Kenny and said, “Your turn. You ready to feel this slut’s hole wrap around your fist?” Kenny nodded. I stopped tickling Ty’s insides, balled up my fist again, but this time I slowly pulled my arm out of Ty’s hole. First my fist pulled at his inner hole and pulled against it slowly until it gave up its hold on my wrist and let my knuckles scrap across the muscle and pull free. Ty gasped and moaned. I then slowly pulled it from his puffy outer hole. My entire arm was coated in pink tinged cum. I licked my forearm from my elbow up to my wrist and then opened my fist to reveal a pool of reddish tinged cum in my palm that I had scooped up in my fist deep inside his large intestine. I licked it up and licked up my middle finger and sucked it down. I pulled my finger out of my mouth, leaned over Ty and kissed him while pushing the bloody cum that I had collected from my arm in my mouth and pushed it into his mouth. We shared a sloppy cum filled kiss as he moaned and salivated at the taste of his blood and our toxic seed combined together in his ass now being tasted from every corner of his mouth. I pulled back from the kiss and presented him my hand. He didn’t even need to be told what to do. He started to lick each finger, then my palm, then the back of my hand, and then licked my arm all the way down to my elbow all around. He didn’t miss a drop. He savored every drop of toxic seed mixed with his blood as we all watched amazed and transfixed at the sight as this white cum slut submitting to his deepest desires. Kenny decided to break everyone out of the trance and slammed his fist into Ty’s hole. Ty screeched a little at the sudden intrusion in his hole and then slumped back down against the bed. “Oh yeah, Kenny. Use my hole. Get elbow deep like Chris did. I want to feel you tickle my insides too.” Ty just giggled and gasped as Kenny’s fist hit his inner hole and quickly pushed past. “Don’t worry, slut! I”m gonna use your hole. We all are. You just lay back and relax,” Kenny said. “Sounds good to me,” Ty said. “Hey, can one of you guys feed me your dick? I want to suck a cock while my insides are tickled too.” Not needing another invitation and moving quickly before anyone else could, Mike was by Ty’s face and slapped his dick across Ty’s lips, nose, and eyes. “Open up, bitch! Suck this big dick while that pussy gets fisted.” Ty opened his mouth and sound was coming out like he was about to say something, but Mike couldn’t resist. He slammed his dick forward and whatever Ty was going to say was muffled by Mike’s dick ramming against the back of his throat. He quickly gagged, and Mike pulled back a little. As soon as Ty was done gasping for air, Mike slammed his dick in even deeper this time forcing his way down Ty’s throat. With the sounds of Ty gagging, Mike moaning, and Kenny’s arm squelching in the cum in Ty’s hole as he punch fucked the white boi pussy over and over, I listed to the sounds of a negative white virgin boy turn into a poz cum slut for toxic big dicks that wanted nothing more than to destroy his hole. Everyone in the room watched or participated in some way as Ty slid into the world of poz depravity and relished every last second of it. ******************* Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out there. I hope you guys like it. Again feedback is always appreciated. Also suggestions for what happens next will be taken into consideration as well. Do you guys want to see Javi get fisted too?

15 minutes from where I live in Amsterdam there’s this refugee centre with a small park behind it. Monday I decided to go there and see if there were some refugee guys hanging. I saw one guy smoking and I decided to say hi and we started talking a little, I could barely understand him though. A few minutes later I told him I would suck his dick if he wanted me to, something he did understand I saw he was hesitated so I walked to a more private space and sat down on my knees. He came up to me and I unzipped his pants. His dick was thick and hairy. I started deep throating him right away. I could tell he was looking around him to make sure no one would walk in, but at the same time I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. He grabbed my head and started throatfucking me hard and rough. He kept moaning louder and louder getting ready to cum but then I stopped, turned over and put down my pants. I was wearing a pink jockstrap and bend over to show him my my smooth pink hole. No hesitation this time, he sat down on his knees and started fucking my ass. I already had taken 2 loads earlier that day from a regular so my hole was nice and loose. He started fucking me super hard and rough right away. I tried not to moan as loud as I usually do. I think in less than a minute he shot his load in me. He pulled out and I told him “Thank you.” he laughed and said he had to go back inside. I gave him my number and tried telling him that if he wanted to unload or use a slut all he had to do was hit me up and I’d be on my way. Not sure if he understood me though, lol. But we’ll see! I walked in the park for another 20 minutes trying to get more cock but it didn’t happen, there was only one other guy texting on his phone. I’m definitely going back there more often to see if there’s more guys willing to use and breed me though. I think welcoming these real men here with an open mouth and hole is the least thing I could do! Will definitely keep you guys posted on hopefully more adventures to come there.

Love this story. I started having sex with my father and brother when I was in my teens, I just wish they would have been gay too. Don't get me wrong, I love being used as a fuckhole, cum-dump urinal by them, I just wish they would have kissed me and reciprocated at least once. I kept trying to please them more and more hoping they would fall in love with me and we would become lovers instead of them just using my holes to get off.

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 13 (The Week - Day 5) I craned my neck to look into the bathroom mirror and see my backside. The Sharpie had faded some, but I could still see the words CUM HOLE #2 on my smooth, tight ass cheeks and the 29 hash marks on the back of my shoulder. I had woken up and The Beast was already out of the house. Well, it WAS almost noon. I figured he went to the gym or to run errands or something. I took a long hot shower, spending extra time scrubbing at the Sharpie, getting most of it off. As I was drying off, I heard The Beast come through the front door, and I heard voices with him. I wrapped my towel around my waist and came into the living room. The Beast had his shirt off and there were two guys with him, each one sucking on a nipple and licking up into his armpit. They looked up as I entered the room. “Oh hi…” said the shorter one. Through his shorts you could see the thickness of his cock and the tight bubble butt that would soon be getting filled. He was covered in thick muscle and had dark eyes and hair. “Hey,” added the taller, leaner one. Although not as thick, his long cock had defied his underwear and I could see his head out of the left leg of his shorts. He wore a tank top and his arms (and I would assume the rest of his body) were covered with long, defined muscle. He had blonde hair and green eyes that exuded sex. “I’m Chris, this is my boy friend, Vince.” I began to introduce myself, “I’m—” “Just leaving,” The Beast cut me off. “Grab me some food and a coffee while you’re out. Take your time.” “He doesn’t want to join?” asked Vince. “Naw, he’s poz,” The Beast told them. Chris looked at me and sighed, “Oh, sorry. We only play with neg. You’re hot though.” I was slightly taken aback and that’s when I noticed The Beast’s old-fashioned jock strap with the really thick waistband peaking above his shorts covering his tattoo. He was planning on fucking with it on. I shrugged and headed into the next room, dressing quickly, grabbing the car keys, and heading out for a while. I went to the gym and worked out before grabbing the food and coffee. When I came back about an hour and a half later, they were still going at it in the living room. The couple was bent over side-by-side, using the back of the couch to brace themselves and kneeling on the cushions. They were both sweating profusely, passing poppers back and forth, and looking like they were trying to finish a triathlon. The Beast was behind them, jock strap clad, going back and forth between their holes. Now that they were naked, I could see just how hot both of their bodies were. Vince had really hairy legs and a nicely trimmed chest, but his ass was smooth except for a amazingly hairy crack. Chris was absolutely hairless. The Beast plunged into Chris who grunted and crunched his face. “Take that raw cock, you filthy cunt!” The Beast yelled at him. “You like that, bitch?” “Yes!” answered Chris through a groan. “Whose cock is better? Mine or your boyfriend’s?” The Beast egged him on, slipping a couple of fingers into Vince causing the short stud to buck and moan. Chris remained silently, just whining on The Beast’s dick, hoping that would appease him. I knew better. “Answer me,” he pounded deeper into Chris. “Whose cock is better? Mine or your boyfriend’s?” Chris and Vince looked at each other, both having their holes used in different ways. The Beast continued, “Okay, let me ask your boyfriend this…Has this bitch ever made this much noise or been this into getting fucked by you?” Vince looked upset, “No…” “Do you think he likes my cock better?” The Beast asked Vince. “Yes,” Vince replied with a crack in his voice. “Baby, no…” Chris said, wincing through a couple of violent thrusts from The Beast. “I love you.” “That wasn’t the fucking question, cunt.” The Beast interjected, “I didn’t ask if you loved me better. I asked whose cock was better? Now it’s your turn to say it out loud ‘cause your boyfriend already knows the answer. WHOSE COCK IS BETTER??” he demanded, really digging into Chris’ pusssy. This pushed Chris over the edge and he yelled out, “YOURS! Oh fuck, your cock is better than Vince’s!!” Satisfied, The Beast pulled his slimy cock out of Chris’ twat and pushed it into Vince’s waiting hole. Vince let out a few labored breaths still thinking about his boyfriend enjoying another man’s cock more. “How do you feel about that, faggot?” asked The Beast. “You okay knowing that your boyfriend likes my dick more? That when you fuck him, he might be fantasizing that it’s me again? That he’ll be craving more cock than you have to offer?” “No!” grunted Vince trying to process this and keep up with his fucking. “I hate it. I hate knowing that he’d rather get fucked by you.” “Tough shit, cumhole,” The Beast taunted and pulled out of Vince and back into Chris. Quickly, he plunged into one hole and then the other 5 or 6 times before he said to Vince, “I’m gonna’ cum in your boyfriend.” “No,” begged Vince, “I don’t even cum in him. You said you would pull out.” “I lied,” said The Beast. “Unless this bitch wants me to pull out,” he addressed Chris. “I’ll pull out if you want me to, but you have to say it. If you really don’t want to feel this cock that you love empty itself inside of you, you let me know.” I watched Chris struggle with his desires as Vince continued to beg, “Don’t do it. You always make me pull out. Don’t let him.” And then he turned on The Beast, “Pull out of him. He doesn’t want it.” “He has to tell me,” The Beast said. “You want me to pull out of your cunt? Or do you want it?” Chris was grunting and looking at Vince and then over his shoulder at The Beast plowing into him. He looked one more time to Vince, “I’m sorry, baby.” Vince started to cry as Chris began bucking back on The Beast, “I want it, yes! Fuck it into me! Give me your load! Use it up and seed me!” “Fuck yeah! You’re letting me use your ass like your boyfriend can’t! Gonna’ drop my load in you and send you home with him with my seed dripping out of your slutty cunt! FUUUUUUCCCKKK! TAKE YOUR BREEDING!” The Beast pounded and pounded as he came into the unknowing bottom. As Vince kept begging him to stop, which was futile now, Chris screamed and whined as his cock twitched and he shot all over the couch without touching himself. Before the cum was finished dripping from Chris’ dick, The Beast slipped out of his cum-soaked chute and grabbed Vince by the hair. With a yelp, The Beast pushed Vince’s face to Chris’ dripping cunt, “Clean up my mess, pussy boy.” Crying, Vince lapped up the poz semen being expelled by Chris’ ruined hole. Despite his humiliation, Chris was jerking his cock like mad and finally pulled back from Chris’ ass, his face covered in ass juice and cum, and blasted a load all over his own chest and face. The couple collapsed, breathless, and The Beast said, “I’m gonna’ get a shower. Show yourselves out, boys.” The couple looked a bit shocked as The Beast strode down the hallway and into the bathroom. I made my way to the kitchen and set The Beast’s food and coffee on the counter as the couple silently got dressed and left through the front door, avoiding eye contact with me. The Beast came into the kitchen, showered and dressed, looked at the cold coffee and food and said, “I’m hungrier than that now. You wanna’ go with me to get some food?” “Sure,” I smiled. Although he only allowed me a smoothie, we had another great conversation. We even talked about sexuality and coming out. Granted, he called me a “cumdump” and a “bottom bitch” a couple of times during that conversation, I had a really great time. When we got home, he told me we were going to do some lawn work before going out that night. There was something so sexy about working side by side him, shirts off, keeping up with his penchant for manual labor. Around 6 o’clock, he said, “Okay, you should go in and clean out and clean up. We should head out in about a half hour or forty-five minutes.” “Yes, sir,” I said as I finished what I was doing quickly, and padded towards the house. After douching my twat and putting on a jock strap and some shorts and t-shirt, we both got into his car and headed out into tonight’s adventure. It was a long drive, heading towards another neighboring city, but we headed to the outskirts. It wasn’t until we were driving slowly down a dirt road that I realized we were heading to the old penitentiary. It hadn’t been used since sometime in the 90s and although the fence we were passing through said NO TRESPASSING, the gate was wide open and the chain lay useless in the grass next to the road. There were several cars already in the parking lot. I noticed lights through some of the windows as we pulled in next to a nice looking sports car. “Come on,” The Beast growled as he got out of the car. I followed him to the entrance where there was a sandwich board with a logo on it depicting a jockstrap with a biohazard symbol on the crotch. The title head read TOXIC JOCK CLUB. What the fuck? The Beast pushed through the door and lead me down a tiled hallway, familiar with the layout. We reached another door and we went inside where there was a hot guy in his mid-30s with a crew cut. He wore a skin tight white T-shirt and a jockstrap with the biohazard symbol on the crotch. “Hey Brent,” The Beast greeted him. “Hey buddy,” Brent replied. “This the kid?” “This is him,” The Beast nodded. “And he’s still testing neg?” asked Brent. “As of last week, yeah,” confirmed The Beast. “Okay, cool.” Brent turned to me, “Okay, sign here, kid.” I looked to The Beast, who simply said, “Do it.” As I signed what I can only assume was a release, Brent passed The Beast an envelop, “Count it if you want, it’s all there.” “That’s not necessary,” The Beast said as he tucked the envelop in his jeans. Brent took the paper from me and said, “Follow me, boys.” He led us through a series of offices, clearly used by the staff to enter the inmate population. Before I knew it, we were walking through a tiled corridor that emptied into an extremely large group shower room. On one side of the shower room, there were a series of tables, each one with a hot guy sitting behind it dressed in the same skin-tight white t-shirt and biohazard jock. On the other side of the room, was a rubber fuck table amidst the drains and shower heads. There was a shower douche connected to one of the shower heads. Each table had a small placard hanging off the front. The placards read: INDIRECT DONORS $25 DIRECT DONORS $75 DOUCHE DONORS $35 BOTTOM DOUCHE DONORS $45 TOP DOUCHE DONORS $50 Each table had a small lock box on top and each of the hot jocks was counting their banks. It was too much to take in and decipher. And before I had a chance, Brent too me by the arm saying, “Come this way, let’s get your shit into a locker.” I stowed my clothes in a locker and was lead back to the rubber table in just my jock strap. I saw The Beast in the corner, chatting with one of the table jocks. He threw a wink in my direction, which for some reason settled my nerves slightly. Brent said, “Get up on the table. The members should be getting here soon.” I climbed up on the table and only had to wait about 5 minutes before other men started arriving. They were all built jocks, but the new arrivals didn’t wear the uniform. They wore just regular street clothes as they approached the different tables. I’m guessing the Jocks were explaining what each table and accompanying expense got them. Money was exchanged and the men were handed a key to a locker where they could put their clothes. As the men returned naked, each one ripped and muscular. This club was serious about it being jocks. They varied in ages, size, and hairiness, but they were all jocks, all athletic and muscular. I could barely keep up with what went on and the things that were done to me. Each man had a wrist band that coincided with the table labels. A tall stud with a distinctive baseball build took my ankles in his hands and held them up as he plunged his tongue into my cunt. I moaned and saw that his wristband said Direct Donor. I looked down my body at this gorgeous face buried in my pussy and saw the biohazard tattoo ripple on his huge pec. He was slobbering away at my hole as a tall lean black guy in his early 20s saddled up to my face and fed me his long 9 inches of uncut cock. Meanwhile, I saw a bunch of guys near by jerking off as they watched the activities. All of them had on wristbands that said Indirect Donor. In the other corner were two jocks, a bit on the twinkish side, standing and waiting. Both of them had on wristbands marked Bottom Douche. My brain was reeling enough, but then another Direct Donor – a hairy guy with a football build – shoved some poppers under my nose and I really began to fly. Just then the baseball stud pushed his dripping cock into my waiting hole. He had done a good job of warming me up and I sucked on his large dick with my cunt, moaning loudly. “Yeah, you need some dick, bitch?” he asked. All I could do is nod with the black cock in my mouth and moan. As the baseball stud fucked my cock socket, some of the Indirect Donors began shooting off, collecting their jizz in a sizeable plastic beaker. I couldn’t make sense of any of this. Where was I? What were these people doing? Just then some Top Douche guys approached the two twinks and began fucking them in the corner, the twinks moaning and whining about how much they wanted the tops’ loads. More Direct Donors arrived just as baseball stud dumped a huge load into my ass cunt groaning loudly and shouting, “Take that toxic cum, you neg whore!” I snorted and squeezed my ass, welcoming his poison. The black guy kept fucking my throat as another stud took the baseball stud’s place between my open legs. The new dick was thick and veiny and connected to a short, tight Italian stud that I would guess was a wrestler. His muscles were thick and compact, his arms sizeable and sporting a biohazard tattoo. He liked to punch fuck with his meaty cock and he got a big sound out of me every time his thick fucker stretched my cunt walls. I heard loud grunting from the corner and turned my head, dropping the black cock in my mouth, and saw one of the top’s ass convulse as he loaded up one of the twinks. Another Direct Donor took this opportunity to replace the black cock in my mouth with his own. A nice 8X6 owned by a lean, swimmer guy with a face like Channing Tatum started skull fucking my willing face, the biohazard tattoo on his pelvic bone slapping into my forehead. More of the Indirect Donors came into the beaker as Wrestling Stud pounded into me harder and harder, grunting and saying, “You like that thick cock, pussy boy?” “Yes, sir,” I garbled through the cock in my mouth. “You want my load in your cunt? Huh? You want my babies in your pussy? Here you go!!!” I felt his dick balloon and shoot thick HIV cum deep into my hole, making my insides spasm and shake with orgasm. He pulled his cock out and switched places with the Swimmer Stud saying, “Clean your filth off my cock, bitch.” I slobbered on his knob as Swimmer Stud slid his cock into my sloppy mancunt. As this happened, I noticed a few things. First, The Beast had Brent bent over in the far corner and was eating out his beautiful granite ass. My face flushed with jealousy. Also, the twink that had been cum in was heading to the shower douche and the Toxic Jock that was manning the doorway to the lockers grabbed some sort of funnel tube and headed toward me. The Swimmer Stud fucked me violently as the Toxic Jock approached saying, “Okay, free up his mouth.” The Wrestling Stud pulled his wet cock from me mouth and positioned my chin straight up in the air. The Toxic Jock placed the end of the tube in my mouth telling me, “Okay, get ready to swallow as much as you can. Do NOT take the tube out of your mouth, that’s what we paid your pimp for, got it?” I heard the shower and saw the twink shoving the shower douche up his ass, taking a gush of water into his asshole. I nodded slightly as not to disturb the tube. I looked up at this thick tube about 18” long. It looked like the tubing that you use in a hamster cage, but at the top was a large funnel. Swimming Stud kept fucking me as if he didn’t even notice all of the paraphernalia being applied to me right now. That’s when the twink came over, climbed up onto the table, and hovered his ass over the funnel. My eyes got big as the Toxic Jock said to the Swimmer Stud, “Just keep fucking him, keep fucking him.” The twink let loose with all of the water and cum that he had inside of himself, shooting it into the funnel. All of it flushed down into the tube and into my mouth. I struggled to swallow as fast as I could, tasting ass, semen, and water, but it was impossible and the water shot out all sides of my mouth like a geyser. I sputtered and coughed, laying there in a puddle of cummy ass douche, my hair soaked with it. This made Swimmer Stud start to shoot off in my cunt making me have my second orgasm. More men had arrived, and as the Black Stud stuck his dick in my cummy hole, two huge muscle jocks went over to the shower douche, wristbands simply labeled “Douche.” The Toxic Jock stayed with me, ready to position the funnel tube again as the first muscle jock stuck the shower douche up his ass. The Black stud started taunting me, “Look at you, drowning in ass pour, you filthy cunt. You like this, don’t you? Used by real men? Even the bottoms are using your mouth as a fucking toilet.” The first muscle jock came over and climbed up on top of the table. The Toxic Jock inserted the tube into my mouth and I held it in place as the muscle jock flushed out his bloated insides. I later found out, the Toxic Jock Club has a very strict rule for all those participating in the douche…they’re expected to be clean. No scat play in the Toxic Jock Club. The clear liquid expelling from his muscular ass rushed into my mouth and nose. I choked and gagged as I tried to swallow it all, once again failing as the excess volcanoed out the sides of my mouth all over the table and my head and chest. I couldn’t think of anything more degrading and I LOVED IT!! The place was hopping now! There were more Bottom Douches waiting in the corner to get creamed so they could douche and feed it to me through the funnel tube. There was a line waiting at the shower douche. I never went more than a minute without a new jock ass flushing my mouth with a gut full of water. All the while, I had a steady stream of thick, long cock plugging my cunt, filling my ass with toxic jizz and giving me internal orgasms. Not to mention, a crowd of onlookers constantly jerking off and adding to the plastic beaker of jizz. Apparently, each jock paid once for what he wanted to do but he could do it as many times as he wanted. If he wanted to switch activities, he had to pay again. As I was getting stretched by a thick 7 incher owned by a shredded Runner Stud, I heard the tables being taken down. The room was pretty crowded by now with all of the activities still so things certainly weren’t ending, but the Toxic Jocks joined the fun. Brent was first, douching and flooding my mouth with what I can only guess was The Beast’s cum mixed with water. The other Toxic Jocks took up the position of Direct Donors and took turns depositing their swimmers in my boy cunt. One more gorgeous than the other, muscles ripplings, each with a tattoo in some sexy place announcing their toxicity to whoever dare get them naked. Their large cocks ripped into my rectum, ravaging my already torn insides. So many internals, so much cum shot into my stomach via my cunt, so much slapping and smacking of my chest, stomach, and ass cheeks. And of course, during all of this, the funnel tube kept getting put into my mouth hole periodically and I was once again drowned with a douche being shot out of some guy’s ass hole. Once everyone was spent and satisfied with how they had abused my holes, the most handsome of all of the Toxic Jocks, Jake, went over to the crowd of Indirect Donors and asked, “Is everyone’s offering in?” They all murmured and nodded. He picked up the large beaker of sperm. This thing must have had almost a liter of poisonous semen in it. Jake brought it over to my body as Brent and another Toxic Jock each took an ankle and hoisted them back towards my shoulders, exposing my dripping cunt to the room. The keeper of the funnel tube removed the funnel from the mouth tube and lubed it up. Another Toxic Jock pressed the poppers to my nostrils, allowing me to inhale some extra big huffs, as the funnel was pushed into my gaping cunt. I strained my neck to watch Jake through my contorted legs. He tipped the beaker, pouring the collection of semen into the funnel in a steady stream. I tingled all over as I felt the slimy tub of man cream coat my insides, soothing sometimes, stinging other times. I moaned and whined watching and feeling all those different cumloads get poured directly into my cunt. The guys were cheering Jake on and making nasty comments about how trashy I was and all I was good for was bugging up. Finally, the beaker was empty and Jake handed the beaker off to the keeper of the funnel, who began scooping the cum clinging to the sides of the beaker into my mouth. Meanwhile, Jake removed the funnel carefully, quickly replacing it with a sizeable butt plug to keep all of that jizz inside of me. Fuck my abdomen felt bloated. I actually felt the cum sloshing around deep in my ass cunt. The jocks started to collect their clothes and leave. The Beast brought me my clothes, which I put on over the sweat and cum and spit and ass juice that covered me head to toe. As I dressed, Brent slipped The Beast his number and I felt that twist of jealousy in my stomach again. Jake, who seemed to be the head of the club, shook The Beast’s hand and commented, “This was a good one. Hotter than any of the others you’ve sold to us.” “Yeah, he’s a good piece of cunt, right?” agreed The Beast. They said their good byes and The Beast whistled at me like a dog. I ran over to him, following him out the door. We made it back to the car and I muscled through all of the feelings in my stomach and bowels as we drove home. I smiled the whole way despite any discomfort because that is still one of the hottest experiences of my life to date. The Beast looked over at me and asked, “You enjoy that?” “Yes, sir. It was tough and it was a lot, but I really enjoyed it. Thank you for letting them do that to me.” “You’re welcome, boy. You’re a good pussy boy.” “Thank you, sir.” Then he abruptly changed the subject to talk about whatever song was on the radio and whether I liked the singer. Then we talked about what other music we liked. And then we talked about concerts we had been to. And then we were pulling into his driveway. As we walked into the house, The Beast said, “You can sleep in the bed tonight but I don’t want you to shit any of that cum out. We’re going to take the plug out and you’re gonna’ have to feel it slip out of you gradually and wake up in a pool of stranger cum, got it?” “Yes, sir,” I complied. So I got to sleep in the master bedroom with The Beast again, feeling my bowels betray me and letting cum drip out of me like a nasty whore. Just like The Beast said, I woke up in a pool of semen, my ass and legs covered with drying seed. And that’s when it dawned on me. He still hadn’t fucked me. More to cum...

Going class to class the next day was torture. My best friend laughing behind my back and showing people the pic on his phone. Jordan slapping me in the face whenever he passed me in the hall. And Deanna sending one of her friends over to break up with me. And then in the middle of 7th period, I check my new email account and there’s a message in my inbox. It was, of course, from my father under a new email address: PimpDaddy4Poz0915@gmail.com. It read: Be in your room on all fours, ass to the door, in a jock for this event: And then it had a web link pasted in the body of the email. I clicked on the link and my phone took me to the internet. It was some barebacking website and the link was a party announcement that read: New cum dump whore already pozzed but hasn’t had the fuck flu yet or tested positive. Cum and make sure his conversion takes. Wednesday night from 8pm until the last load is delivered. $3/fuck. And then it gave our address and had the pictures that he had taken of me posted. I could just imagine all of the diseased men looking at the pic of my inked ass – POZ FUCK HOLE. I bet they were going wild. I started to choke up but quickly clicked my phone off and tried to focus on American History. I didn’t really see my dad at all the next two days and I was anxious as hell. What the fuck was he doing to me? Three dollars? That’s what my hole was worth, my health, my dignity? I was a nervous wreck all day Wednesday, but about half way through the day, I also noticed that I was getting harder and harder. My puny penis wouldn’t go down. I was mortified. My body was actually looking forward to being a toxic cum dump tonight. Tears flooded my eyes as I realized, once again, just what an emasculated pussy boy I was. I didn’t eat anything that day, only liquids. If I was going to take a lot of cock, I was sure they would be sticking it in my mouth and I didn’t want to be messy at all. After baseball, I went home and started to clean out with that douche. I did it a lot to be sure. I slipped into another one of my jockstraps and crawled on to my bed at about 7:55pm. Positioned on all fours with my ass hole displayed to the door, I waited. The door opened and I looked at my bedside table iPod docking station. It read 8:02pm. My degradation began. “Stay where you are,” it was my dad. “Don’t look behind you.” And then I heard it. A buzz, a murmur, and I realized that were several men waiting outside of my bedroom door. I had no idea how many, it could be dozens, I couldn’t see, and my father had instructed me not to turn and look. “Lube your ass,” my father commanded, pouring some lube into my hand. I reached under myself and fingered some of the lube into my hole. There was some moaning and gasps from the men waiting in line as they watched me finger myself. I imagined this was making them hard and hornier. My father threw the container of lube on the bed along with a bottle of poppers and turned to the door. “Okay, gentlemen, the cunt is open for business. Please have your three dollars ready.” I heard the first man approach the bed and hand my Dad some bills. “Nice,” the stranger hissed as I heard his belt open and his zipper descend. He rubbed a rather thick cock against my hole and then sunk it into my almost healed pucker. I bucked a bit and cried out, “Fuck!” I took a few hits of poppers to help me in my unwieldy task of taking all the cocks waiting outside my bedroom. “Goddamn, that’s a sweet hole. I’m gonna’ take care of you real good. Make sure you got the bug,” he cajoled as his tool went to work stretching my pussy. I stayed in position and let him ream my butt, his droopy balls banging against mine. My father was at the door talking with my future clients so I looked back over my shoulder. There was a flabby guy in his 60s, white stringy hair all over his saggy chest, and wrinkled droopy skin hanging from his belly. He wore glasses and had a large nose with a copious amount of hair protruding from the nostrils, his face decorated with aging spots. He looked right in my eyes, “Sweet boy pussy gonna’ take this old man’s load, huh?” What the fuck??? I was hard! My tiny cock slapped against my stomach, and looking right in his ancient eyes, I curled my lip and said, “Fuck right. Fill me up, grandpa.” What was I saying? The old man’s hands gripped my waist tighter and he began brutalizing my guts with his big cock until he was grunting and giving me my first load of the night. “Take my dirty seed, cumhole!” he roared as he buried his jizz in my man-womb. The disgusting old man pulled his cock out of my ass and came around to my front. His dick was pale with random white hairs up and down his shaft. It looked gnarly and aged. He shoved it in my mouth and said, “Clean your fucking ass off my dick, boy.” And I did. I slurped and relished every drip of extra cum and ass juice that was on his big 60-something year old cock. As I was cleaning him up, another cock slid into my chute. I squealed on the old man’s dick as my asshole accommodated a very differently shaped appendage. It was long, not as thick but really long. And he just kept long-stroking making me feel the entire length with every thrust. There was that feeling again. I couldn’t speak because my mouth was full of cock, but the unseen stranger behind me just kept hitting me deep and suddenly my ass was convulsing and spasming. I whined and whimpered on the old man’s dick as my body was wracked with an orgasm. At the height of my internal, the dick in my ass started to pulse and quench my cunt’s thirst with another load. “That’s right, fuck hole, take another charged load up that pussy. Get you pregnant, break you in for all the others,” he growled as he emptied his balls. As his cum hit my insides, my ass started spasming again and I had another orgasm, bucking and rutting with a cock in both holes. As my orgasm subsided, a round of applause went up from the waiting men. I let the soft old cock fall out of my mouth and looked behind me as the other guy pulled his soft dick from my shitter. He was a tall skinny geeky guy in his 40s, who simply slapped my ass and said, “Nice cunt,” as he walked out of the room. In a fog, I saw my dad was at the door collecting three dollars from a variety of other men. As my vision cleared, I focused on the next top approaching me – a large black man with a huge uncock cock dangling between his legs. He had a full smooth belly and a moustache. He must have been in his late 40s/early 50s. He spit on his dick and said, “Daddy says you’ve never had black dick in you.” “No sir,” I replied. “That’s about to change,” he said and pushed his hardening dick into me. I screamed out, feeling him get larger as he sunk deeper into my hole. More poppers and my cock socket started to open more. I whimpered and asked, “Are you poz too?” “We’re all poz, bitch. We’re here to make sure you are too.” And he proceeded to fuck me harder than I’ve ever been fucked. I was screaming and thrashing about, but he just kept slamming me harder and harder until he tensed and shot a powerful spurt of toxic jizz into my rectum. And then another and another…there were seven shots all together and as he pulled out, I felt cum dripping down my balls. Clearly, my ass was already overflowing with the diseased cum that was being put in me. My lips were pushed apart by his slimy black cock and I started sucking his ebony tool. I tasted that metallic coppery essence again and that’s when I placed it. It was the same as when I would suck a cut on my finger or something. It was the taste of blood, which meant I had bled on Saturday afternoon and that I was bleeding now. I didn’t have time to think too much about it because the black guy starting pistoning in my mouth because I had paused and another dick pushed past my O-ring. The invading phallus was short and stubby, but hard as a rock. This was when I learned that small dicks hurt even more than big dicks, but with no pleasure attached. His pointy little guy stabbed and poked into my sensitive ass walls without filling me up or actually getting deep enough to send sensations through my body. It was just uncomfortable and annoying. Even though I was trying to choke down the black monster that had just demolished my cunt, I began flexing my ass, trying to milk the small-dicked top faster. He grunted and moaned, dropping another poisonous load in my hole. I let the black dick escape my mouth and looked behind me to see who the small dick wonder was. He waddled out of the room with his clothes in hand, a gross little man with a pot belly, a hairy back, and zits all over his ass. A fucking troll had just pozzed my ass. Just then I felt something wet hit my face and realized that the black dude was cumming again, ejaculating all over my cheeks, forehead, and lips. My tongue flew around trying to taste some of it as he walked away from me, and another cock was shoved in my ass. It went on this way all night. Ugly men, old men, fat men, muscular men. Big dicks, thick dicks, long dicks, short dicks, fat dicks. But all poz dicks. My ass was covered with cum, both dried and fresh. My boy cunt was just overrun with toxic seed, spilling from my pussy every time a new cock would be introduced to my asshole. My dad continued to collect three dollars from every sick fuck that wanted to pozz me, and I just took it. Eventually, a guy wanted me on my back and so there were a dozen or so that I was looking straight at when they trenched out my innards and loaded me up with more disease. I was looking straight at the Mexican dude when he spit in my mouth and told me to carry his AIDS babies. I was eye-to-eye with the smelly fat guy with the beer can cock when he informed me that he wasn’t on meds and that his viral load had reached an all time high and then proceeded to pump a huge amount of his semen into me. And I was cheek to cheek with the gorgeous bald daddy with the super cut abs and the huge pecs as he lied his complete weight on me, his 9” baby maker sawing in and out of my battered cunt as he whispered in my ear, “I’m pretending you’re my real son. He just turned 18 too. He lives with his mother, but he’s so hot just like you. And I’m imagining it’s his cum covered asshole wrapped around my dick right now. Tell me to breed you. Say ‘Daddy, please breed me.’” I wrapped my arms and legs around him and begged, “Daddy, please breed me.” Instantly, his cock was shooting off in my hole and he was panting, “Yes, Billy, fuck yes, take Daddy’s semen, take is cum, take it in your beautiful cunt.” I’m assuming Billy was the name of his son. He relaxed on top of me, catching his breath. After a few minutes, he said, “You’re a good boy,” and he pulled his big dick out of me and left. At one point, this bear dude had me riding his big 8 incher when another guy got behind me. I felt him start to push against my already stuffed hole. Before I could resist, the bottle of poppers was shoved under my nose and I inhaled deeply. My cunt opened up more for the second dick as I was DP’ed for the first time. I looked behind me and saw a young college muscle jock with a big 10 inch cock lodged up my hole next to the bear’s dick. Even with the poppers, I opened my mouth and just started letting out animalistic cries and grunts as the two tops simultaneously fucked my twat. Another internal started in my ass and I began to really bear down on their fat pricks. I started to call out, “Yes, yes, fill my cunt. Get your three bucks worth! Fuck out this poz cum dump with your big cocks! Use this three dollar whore!” My cunt started twitching and convulsing which knocked the two in my ass over the edge and my pussy was once again flooded with toxic HIV jizz. By the end, it started to wrap up, resembling a small gangbang. There were about 6 guys left just trading out from one of my holes to the other. I was high on poppers and cum, and just taking whatever dick was put in whatever hole I had. My bed was streaked with cum, lube, my ass juice, and a little pink from my destroyed cunt. Finally, there was only one guy left. This nasty guy in his 50s, kind of gaunt, balding with a white crown of hair. He was pigeon chested with knobby little nips surround by stringy silver hair and a stomach of loose skin speckled with liver spots. His dick was thick and long with a large purple head, and he treated me like I wasn’t even there. He told my father to get me on all fours so my father ordered me into the position and I got there although I was utterly exhausted. I looked at the docking station. It was 5am!! This guy plunged into my gut with his huge cock and just started slamming away into my ass. “The boy’s got really nice hole, man,” the guy complimented my father. “He was born to take random dick,” my father agreed. The old fart asked, “So he hasn’t gotten the fuck flu yet? Hasn’t even tested poz?” “Nope, but when he does, holy fuck! He has so many strains swimming around his guts, God knows what they’ll find. No telling if meds will even touch it. But I’ll still put him to use until he won’t turn a profit anymore. By then, he’ll be an adult and I can kick him out on his own.” I wanted to cry to hear my dad talking about me that way, but he was just being honest. My life as a cum bucket had really begun. “Fuck, I’m gonna’ cum. I’m gonna’ fill your son up with another poz load, man!” “Do it,” my father egged him on. “Make sure it takes. Make sure that he’s fucked! Charge his ass and help him fulfill his destiny as my own little poz cum whore!” The old guy pounded me harder than he had been, swatting my ass really hard and grunting. He punched my left ass cheek and grabbed me by my hair. Painfully, he pulled me back onto him with the tuft of hair he had entangled in his fingers and shot spurt after spurt of diseased spunk into my ass. Instinctively, I had an internal orgasm on his twitching cock. He pushed me off his dick, thanked my father, and left. There I lie on my bed, covered in crusting cum, HIV semen leaking out of my ass, and exhausted, ready to just sleep in all of this filth. My father knew it too. He went to my door, turned back and said, “You realize that you never once came? You never ejaculated. Just came with your ass. Do you have any doubts now whether or not you’re meant to be a pimped out poz whore?” Leaving me with that thought, he turned off my bedroom light and shut the door behind him. I began to fall asleep covered in spent lube and warm cum, sliding on top of my bed toward a pillow that smelled of the musky scent of ass. I welcomed the soft pillow, breathing in the slightly stale smell of the assholes that had inadvertently sat on my pillow while fucking my ass or mouth. The last thought before I passed out into a deep slumber was, “I need to remember to check my new email account first thing in the morning.” More to come…