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So it's the long weekend here in Melbourne in Australia and I have nothing planned. I am sure there are plenty of gay events around and the sauna is pumping, but I don't consider myself quite the standard for either. I am a stocky 50 y/o. Totally smooth all over except for below, and avg cock. But I don't stress over the cock because I am a total bottom. And a horny one at that. I stopped prep about 2 months ago. Work had been busy and nothing was happening, so I decided to give the body a break from it. I got through most of the long weekend ok, but come Monday I was getting really horny. So I decided to advertise on a couple of sites and see if I could get some cock and cum. Completely forgetting I was not taking Prep. However, I wasn't all that hopeful I was gonna get any action anyhow. Guys around here are quite picky. Come 6pm it was getting dark and to my surprise I got a message from a blank profile wanting to do an anonymous breeding. Door unlocked, me waiting in the dark. He wanted to walk in and find me in the dark, let me suck him hard then fuck and breed me and leave. I thought "what the hell" and put the plan in motion. I had no idea of age or what he looked like. But hey, I can't be picky and I needed to be fucked. Come to 30 minutes later I am on all fours on the bed in my jocks in a dark room as I hear the front door open. Soon enough I have a nice soft cock in my mouth growing to a respectable 7" rock hard. He says in a gruff low voice. "That's enough, I need to breed" and turns me around and slides all the way in in one go. Thank god I prepped and stretched. He fucked fast and within minutes I hear his breath speed up and he says as he grunts, "take my babies". and bottoms out as he floods my arse with his anonymous seed. As many of you bottoms on here will appreciate, it was like a flame that was lit in me getting my first load and I was on heat and desperate for more. He slid out and before I even had a chance to turn over he was gone. I reached over to my side table and took a but plug out of the drawer and slid it in. There was no way I was going to risk losing a drop. As I slid the plug in my phone went off again to my delight. Another guy looking to lose a load, but said his brother was in town visiting and they both wanted to breed a hole. My heart skipped a beat with the next sentence. "Reckon you could take us both at the same time?". I tell them I already have one load in me so it should be nice and wet for them. And a pic followed of 2 respectable cocks. One average 7" cock with a mushroom head and the other had to be a solid 9" long but skinnier. My first thoughts were I could probably take them both, and I was definitely going to try. So I said yes and sure enough the request for me to be blindfolded the whole time came. Short response for me, "Yes, how soon?". "Can be there in 1hr. Make sure the room is dimmed and you are blindfolded". Come to 1hr later I remove the plug and I am in my dark room and I hear the door open and two guys chatting and laughing. They sound like they are in their late 20's or early thirties and I am so horny at this point. They come into the room and to my surprise one says, "Damn that's nice, no wonder you are already loaded." I feel a hand feeling my arse and hole and the guy touching me says "dude, are those tats on your arse?" I respond "yes" and he tells his brother to turn on the light so he can see. On my left arse cheek is is a tattoo of a cheeky pig and on the right arse cheek. They have a little laugh and I hear them undressing, but they don't turn the light off again. I feel a hand under my chin as someone lifts up my head. I am expecting to feel a cock in me face, but instead I feel a tongue and lips and one of them kissing me. He clearly has a beard which turns me on even more and I can taste he is a smoker. He breaks the kiss and says, "no wonder you have a load in you, you are hot! Ready for us to feed the little piggies?" "The same guy says, "I'm going to get in under you man, and I want you to sit on my cock. Then my brother is going to slide in next to mine. Then get ready to take 2 big 5 day loads from us both." I do as I am told and I can feel the guy under me is a little stock like me, but hairy and it takes all my self control not to just bear hug him. He feels and tastes amazing. I feel his cock rub against my stomach and realise he is the longer 9" cock. I adjust myself and feel his cock at my entrance and he says "squeeze a bit of that cum out to wet my cock". I do as I am told and squeeze some cum out and feel it drop out on his cock. As it does he slides right in almost simultaneously and I am proud I take it to the hilt. As I do, he tongue kissing me again and whispers in satisfaction "that's it, take my baby maker". I am a total bottom and still this gets me rock hard and oozing precum on his hairy stomach. I slowly move up and down on his cock and hear his brother say, "ready for another?", but without waiting for a response I feel his cock pressing at my already full hole. To my delight he takes a couple of minutes to slowly push in so that it is not uncomfortable and allows my arse time to adjust.The whole time he is slowly opening me up his brother is passionately kissing me and telling me "that's it, nice and slow". It is the most amazing feeling as the second guys cock pops past my second barrier and I am totally full of two cocks. I slowly move around a bit to make sure the guy under me gets some fucking as well, and the top guy is moaning as he slowly fucks me alongside his brother. I can see below the eye mask as I break from my kisses and they have left the lights on to my surprise and I catch a glance of a tattoo on the guy under me just below his belly button under his blonde hairy stomach. There is no mistaken that it is a biohazzard tattoo. The sight of the tattoo along with the rubbing against his furry belly sends me over the edge and I cum hands free on his stomach. As I realize what I have seen the top brother starts to pick up the pace a bit and he is telling his brother it won't be long now as he can't hold 5 days in much longer. The brother under me says go for it as he is on the edge. No sooner do they say it, I feel the top thrust in full balls deep and I feel the tell tale sign of more fluids in my arse. Then the brother under me starts grunting and groaning in unison and my arse is stretched more than it has ever been and very wet. After a minute of flooding my insides the top brother pulls out but the bottom one stays in me as he stays hard. He is feeling my face as he kisses me and says, "Let the hole relax and close, I don't want you to lose any. And about a minute later while still kissing me and his brother is getting dressed he slowly plops out. The brother under me then gently rolls me off him and says, "Now, no letting any out. I want you to keep our seed in you all night." And I agree with mixed emotions. I so want to see his face and am on a sex high. They both dress and leave and I lay on the bed full of their seed. Toxic seed I imagine, but I just don't care. While laying there, I grab my phone and message the guy with a message I thought I would never send: "Thanks for an amazing fuck. By the way, caught a glimpse of the tattoo while you were fucking me. Not sure what your intentions were, but I don't care. I'll do as you say on one condition. You and your brother come back every night while he is still here and top it up. When he leaves, I want you to continue the job until it takes. And no more blindfold. I want to know who the father is". Response in just one minute: "Deal! You're hot. What about after it takes, care to start a family with me?". Attached is a face pic that looks like a doppelganger of Logan Stevens. TBC

Hey lads first post. A bit of exposition — ive always been more conservative and in and out of LTRs. as I’ve gotten older have started to really get a kink for more piggish sex. So I’ve had a bad run of luck not getting laid for a while. Last weekend I decided to take a raw load. Fresh out of a LTR I was feeling pretty low and probably looked worse. I got blazed and opened Grindr. There were two guys closest to me that had both messaged one was an anonymous profile. We chatted for a bit and he sent pictures that could have been fake for all I know. A young muscular, strong bi BBC guy. After asking for loads of photos he said “I’m on my way.” Once close he got demanding “full nude with face”. In the shower I did my best to accomodate his request but got blocked immediately after sending. I felt like shit. The other profile hit me up. Bi, 30-something male with a long thick uncut cock. It was about a 6 minute walk. Easy! I got there and he wasted no time getting undressed and soon he was ramming my throat with his 7” cock. He rolled me onto my back and began fucking me with nothing but his spit. He pushed it inside so fast I got a cramp and tried my best to take the thrusting until I got loosened up a little. He pulled out collapsing in a sweaty heap. “It takes me a while to cum sometimes bro”. We made out and I sucked his nipples before moving down to his cock. I could taste pre cum. “I’m gonna cum” he said as he shot a huge load down my throat. It was a fun time but ultimately I left still feeling unfucked. Fast forward to this weekend my housemate was telling me about his weekly adventures. I expressed how I felt cursed nobody wanted to fuck me. “I’m probably going to have someone over tonight. What about you?” I asked ”haven’t thought about it. Probably” he replied. A blank profile messaged me demanding more pics. Mid send I recognised it as the same one that hit me up last weekend! As was stepping out of the shower, I got the message asking to send a full face photo with body. I took a photo and said “this is me now and all you get. I never send this many pictures”. “Hot bro” he replied. No way the dude was real. “You don’t mind if I have beer on my breathe?” ”not at all bro. Bring one for me” He turned up and looked as intimidating as his photos. Tall, dark skin, wide shoulders. We didn’t waste much time getting undressed. I skulled my beer. He had his on my bed as I began to suck him. Soon he was ramming my throat hard. Thank god it wasn’t oversized I could only just fit it in my mouth before thrusting. Soon he was fucking the back of my throat hard. I gagged and spit all over his cock. This just made him excited. “Fuck I love white boys” he said as he made me gag on his throbbing dick. He flipped me over and began eating my ass. Using nothing but spit he began to fuck me hard. He motioned for me to meet his thrusts and soon I was throwing it back feeling his dick deep in my guts. We fucked every way and every angle with him trying to fuck me deeper and harder each time. After about an hour he tapped out and said “I came earlier”. I was more relieved than annoyed. I was shaking from all the positions and my head hurt from pounding against the headboard. he left, and my housemate had a guy over in the next room. I got so horny hearing fucking I opened Grindr. “Hey mate really horny top. Can you help an old man out?” he looked fit. Probably old pics I thought. “Sure. Raw?” I asked. ”Is there any other way to fuck ;)” I got so turned on thinking I was about to just let some stranger in and breed my hole. My heart was pounding. “My housemate has someone over but he’s cool.” I dropped my location. I couldn’t believe I was inviting a 60 year old man over half my age and I was going to worship and serve his cock. He had an average cut cock but thick with a big mushroom tip. I sucked him for a while, licking and tasting his balls while he moaned and grabbed my head. Soon he had me move onto all four on the bed. He observed me, stroking his cock. I felt a finger press against my hole. Then spit as he began exploring my hole first with his tongue then finger. He kept alternating, I felt like an object on display for his pleasure. I felt the slick tip of his cock push against my ass as I grabbed the amyl. He pushed all into me in a thrust with some resistance. I moaned as he began to fuck me hard and slow, then fast. His balls slapped mine as he rhythmically fucked me on all fours. He slapped my ass as he began moaning. I felt his hard dick stiffen as he began pulling all the way out and pushing into me, bottoming out inside me with each thrust. I felt his dick pumping as he painted my guts with his cum. I pushed back all the way as he emptied up inside me. After we had finished I heard movement in the next room or down the hall. “Is the coast clear?” I messaged my roommate. No reply. “Fuck it.” I said and opened the door. I walked him out but as I turned the corner ran into my roommate who had just finished his hookup. Shirtless, with what looked like a massive load on his stomach. We exchanged awkward “hellos” before I sent the guy on his way. “How was it?” My roommate asked me grinning. ”I got bred. How was yours?” ”I did the breeding” ”hot!” I quizzed him about the load on his stomach and he seemed embarassed. “I was trying not to cum too soon and he rode me. He busted his all over my stomach when I bred him” “I’m jealous! Before tonight I haven’t been able to get bred” he joked about me licking the cum off his belly to which I replied “that’s fucked up” we locked eyes for a second. I felt like he was half joking then I saw he was still hard. I moved in closer to do it and he didn’t object. He laughed as I licked up the cum then took his Huge thick Cock out. I sucked it. It tasted like spit, sperm and hole. He moaned and grabbed my head, then pushed me back onto the bed. He began to lick and suck my used hole! “Is this okay?” He asked me. “Fuck yes!” he came up and kissed me, before pushing his thick cock into my hole. I could feel him fucking my cummy used hole. This dude has literally just fucked someone and wanted to raw fuck me too. He fucked me with all the energy of a horny breeder before moaning and cumming deep inside me. I could actually feel the cum shooting out. that was my experiences so far and I’m looking forward to more. Things have been surprisingly super normal and uneventful since, looking forward to the coming weekend.

Dear Bobby: The man giving you this letter is my husband, Carl. He’s there to poz you and Mike before Martin can I know this is not a perfect solution but as I read things, you are going to be infected one way or the other. Martin taking custody of your brother makes it to where Carl can’t just simply take you boys away from him. He could be charged with kidnapping Marc if he did and there is a prosecutor out there who would love nothing better than to have an excuse to put Carl back in prison. I think if Martin is the one to poz you two it could be the final blow in his battle to control you r minds. From what you say he is close to it as it is. Choosing to become poz and picking someone else to do it behind his back may just have the opposite effect. The virus Carl carries in the same virus in my veins and he’s the one who pit it there. It can be a family bond we share and make our family love even stronger At this point, the main concern is protecting Marc’s health, It’s a huge sacrifice for you two to make but it will all be over when Marc turns 18. Even if the plan to get me out fails. Carl will be there to support you. He can take you away as soon as Marc is an adult and you can trust Carl, I promise. He has been my lover and protector for years now I am so sorry I can’t do more. If I was there I would never have let Martin touch you. Believe me, he will pay for trying to take my sons from me. Please give Carl a chance. He’s a truly good man despite how he looks. I trust him with my life, you can too Write me back to let me know what you decide and with any further news Your loving father Paul Bobby finished reading the letter and then looked at Carl with stunned eyes. He would have to talk to Mike about it but if he was going to be pozzed he would rather a total stranger do it than Martin. At least this Carl loved their dad. They had that in common Carl stood looking at them, his eyes were not filled with lust or desire, they were filled with sadness, worry and concern. “You should talk to your brother, I am willing to do what Paul asks. It may even be easy for me because you two look so much like him, but I have not been able to get it up for any man but him since our wedding. I haven’t wanted to” the hulking man said Mike looked confused by all of this so Bobby handed him the letter from their Dad. After he had read it he looked just as stunned as Bobby had. “I think Dad is right” Bobby said “I’d rather get it from a man who our Dad loves than Mast… than MARTIN any day. I’d rather not be pozzed at all but there is no way around it” Mike nodded slowly “You are right. If we make a choice it takes the power away from Martin. Being pozzed by someone else means Martin's virus can’t ever touch us” he said Mike didn’t know how right he was After his recent tragedy and with the prosecutor falsely charging him, Carl had gotten gone a little crazy. Out on bail he had self destructively sought out the virus. He heard about a man on a gay bareback fattish website called Breeding Zone. The man and his two lovers had an entire section dedicated to them. There were testimonials and fan fiction stories as well as actuarial pozzing stories about them Carl had gone to the bathhouse that was they ruled and lost his anal virginity to a man named Zeke. He didn’t know it but Carl now had The Angel Strain of HIV. He had been poz for 14 years now and suffered no ill health effects, nor had anyone he had ever pozzed He had gotten his biohazard tattoo while awaiting trial and had pozzed several man before he was found guilty of crimes he had not committed and was sentenced to three life sciences. ************************** One week ago: Paul sat in despair holding the letter from Bobby. There was nothing he could do tp help his sons, nothing at all/ Carl came back into the cell after his meeting with the warden and the look of shock and worry on his face snapped Paul out of his circling thoughts “Carl! What is wrong?” He said rushing to take his husband in his arms “Th . ey found out who really killed my wife and daughters” he said in a stunned voice Paul had never asked what Carl was in prison for and he listened as the stunned Carl told his story Carl had inherited a fortune, His dad had left it all to him despite him having a brother, the reason being that Carl’s brother was irresponsible to the point of Idiotcy. He blew every penny he got his hands on on booze and prostitutes. Carl’s dad had known he would take care of his brother and keep him from blowing his inheritance in six months. Carl had arranged a generous monthly stipend for his brother and went on with his life. His brother, off course, resented this because he wanted it all, even Carl's share and had ceased the opportunity to get Carl out of the way by taking advantage of a tragedy Carl had come home home to find his wife and daughters…. We won’t go into that beyond saying that the circumstances exactly matched a string of other such crimes that had been happening around the state and were very much in the news at the time Carl’s brother had gone to the police and told them that Carl had confessed to him that he had done it and just tried to make it look like the other crimes The police and prosecutors', desperate to look like they were doing SOMETHING about the situation had done the rest Carl was convicted based on very shaky evidence and his brother’s testimony. All his efforts to appeal were stone walled. Somehow, despite their best efforts, Carl’s lawyer could never get a date set to actually hear any appeal. The judge kept granting the prosecution's requests for delays They tried to pin all the crimes on Carl but they kept happening even after he was in prison and not even his scumbag brother would say he had confessed to more than his wife and daughters Then about a year ago the real killer was caught. The police and prosecutors even charged him with the three crimes Carl was convicted of while trying to keep Carl in prison for the same crimes "Just to make sure" The killer had actually been the one who made it very clear that Carl was innocent, In several interviews with reporters and under oath, in court he had angrily said so. He hated that someone else was getting credit for “his work, He even had items belonging to Catl's wife and daughters Carl had given up years ago and even refused to see his criminal attorney or read the letters the man sent him. To tell the truth, Carl was perfectly happy exactly where he was with Paul “Babe! That’s wonderful!” Paul told him “You don’t understand Paul! They are releasing me tomorrow! You are here for at least five more months and you will be alone! I won’t be here to protect you!” Carl said with tears in his eyes Then he whispered “I don’t know how I am going to get through five months without you and the worry of what is happening to you will drive me insane! On top of that, what if Tony’s plan fails? Tonight could be our last night together for 20 years!” Then it hit Paul, Carl was right about all of it Tony’s plan was good but it depended on someone keeping his word and without Carl, Paul could never protect himself here. But the worst part was being separated from Carl for five months or maybe till the end of Paul's 30 year sentence. With the way he was being treated by the parole board, he doubted he would get time off for good behavior Paul broke down and started crying himself even as he explained the contents of Bobby’s letter “The only good thing is you can protect them now, even if I don’t ever get out of here” he said sadly, then the thought of Carl pozzing Bobby and Mike before Martin could popped into his mind Carl reluctantly agreed and Paul started trying to write Bobby back through the tears That last night together they had clung to each other and in the morning, when the guards came to escort Carl to the out processing area the last thing he had seen in Block C was a group of his largest lieutenants, led by the blond man who had been the first man Paul had ppzzed himself, entering the cell he had shared with his husband ********************* Carl spared the boys what he thought was probably happening to their dad. Paul would survive most likely and hopefully in five months would be free to join them His criminal attorney had been waiting for him at the prison gates. Within a few hours Carl had a new ID and access to his bank accounts. The lawyer showed him how to use his new phone, the original fruity company E Phone had come out the year Carl had been convicted and things had changed quite a bit since then “My last phone had limited text and you had to wit for nights and weekends to make free local calls” Carl told the man, who laughed good naturedly The first call he made was to the lawyer controlling his finances. The courts had blocked him from cutting off his brother, though they had also prevented his brother from getting access to anything more than the monthly payments Carl had set up for him as well. His brother had gotten nothing at all from destroying Carl’s life “We anticipated what you would want to do and have already gotten the courts to lift the restrictions on you” the lawyer told him on the phone “Your assets have grown substantially through careful management and are now somewhere in excess of 500 million dollars. We will forward a full report to you when you settle somewhere” Carl was tempted, very tempted to cut his brother completely off but he had promised his dad so... “Lets cut my brother from living the high life down to just being able to pay for his rent, utilities and food. He’s going to have to work for anything beyond that from now on” he said and the lawyer saud it would be done Then he called his brother and told him what he had just done and hung up in his face right in the middle of the scream of “You can’t do that!” because. yes he could do that so why argue “Oh by the way, the judge in your original case is pressing the D.A. to charge your brother with perjury and the D.A. is having trouble of his own since the feds are looking into your conviction, We have the paperwork all prepared to file a civil suit for malicious prosecution. Just give us the word and we will get that going” Carl nodded and said "Do it" “I have taken the liberty of hiring you a personal assistant to help you adjust to the changes in the world. He can show you how things work now” The lawyer said, indicating a nondescript man who had been standing off to the side. "Is there anything else I can do for you?” “Yes, I want you to start looking into the conviction of my husband Paul. I believe him when he says he was innocent and his appeals were stymied the same way mine were. We actually know who stole the money but have no proof” The lawyer nodded, shook his hand and said “I will get right on that” then he left Carl looked at his personal assistant and said “There is somewhere I have to go. I have to help my step sons” **************************** Inside the prison in C Block, Just as Carl had feared, Paul was getting used as a sex toy.. Well… kind of how Carl had feared Paul had watched his husband being escorted out of the block and then turned to confront the five men who entered his cell. “So, what can I do for you gentlemen?” He asked. He had decided he would not fight because that would only lead to pain and injury. Sean, the blond bully boy who had been the first man he had ever pozzed himself leered at him. He had bulked up a lot since then and become one of Carl's men “So, no more Carl to protect you, huh?” Sean said, coming forward and looming over Paul. who nodded sadly Sean tilted his chin up with a finger and surprisingly kissed Paul rather gently then looked him in the eye “You belong to me now. If you don’t fight I won’t make this hard on you” Sean said and put a hand on Paul’s shoulder pushing down “You know what to do” The other four men moved out to guard the door from several disappointed looking men who had probably all been planning on making Paul their bitch. These were the five biggest, toughest, most feared men in C Block though and Sean was their ring leader Paul sank to his knees and pulled Sean's pants down . The man had a hefty eight inches, uncut with blond, fuzzy balls and Paul noticed he smelled clean. like he had just showered Paul had always been a good cock sucker and soon had the blond man moaning as he worked the shaft in his mouth and throat "Teah, pretty baby, suck that cock. I have wanted your lips around my cock for so long. Show me how much you love it" Sean moaned ahs he fucked Paul's throat till he shot a load down down it Paul could not help but get hard and as Sean caught his breath he stood. Hos cock was not quite as big as Carl’s but it was still huge by most people's standards and it tented out the fabric of his pants Paul saw that Sean was staring at that bulge and decided to take a chance. He put his hand on the bulge and rubbed it invitingly “Remember how much you loved this inside of you Sean?” He said in a soft sexy voice Sean looked up and they locked eyes. It was Sean who looked away first and Paul smiled, stepping closer He leaned in and nuzzled Sean's neck then bit his earlobe, whispering “I think you got it wrong Sean. I think I own you, not the other way around. Now go lay, face down on the bed and spread your legs for Master, birch” It was an order ordered and Sean did as he was told “Told you he wouldn’t last long” one of the other four men said and there were nods and laughs “You all want my cock, don’t you?” Paul asked as he finally understood the situation All four men nodded. Together with Sean they could handle the rest of C Block with no problem and everyone knew it. So what if they wanted to get fucked? They could still kick your ass so what difference did it make? “We will have to work out a schedule but I can probably keep all five of you happy. In return you will keep those animals off me” Paul told them “Oh and you will also bring me every new boy or man who comes to C Block, I am in charge here now so I get to breed every ass first” “That’s kind of what we figured” Buster, the largest man not only in C Block but in the entire prison said “”Fucking him is going to be interesting, it will kind of be like fucking a mountain” Paul thought as he turned and got on top of Sean sliding his cock up that smooth blond ass Sean moaned and pushed back, begging for more. Paul drug it out, fucking this tough boy for nearly an hour, making Sean pay for that forced blowjob and scaring Paul but finally loaded that pretty hairless ass with a nice big load After a rest he climbed Mount Buster. The huge man was very meek and submissive in bed and he quickly became Paul’s favorite, comfort fuck He had an incredible ass that almost seemed to suck Paul’s cock as he fucked the huge man till they came together It was Sean who slipped into his cell and into the bed with Paul that night “No more, Sean. My balls need a rest” Paul groaned. He had managed to fuck all five today and sealed their loyalty to him with sticky cum, and he could not have gotten it up again today if his life depended on it “I’m not here for that, I know you are used to sleeping with someone and while I am not Carl I’m a warm body. To be honest, I have been in love with you since that first fuck, I don’t expect you to love me back but would you please let me be there for you? We both are going to be here for a while, I have a couple years leftand I would love to at least be special to you someday” Sean said and Paul could tell he meant it. No one knew about Tony's plan but he, Tony and Carl. He should send this love struck boy away and spare him the pain of losing Paul after only a few months but he was so hurt and so he decided to be selfish Paul didn’t answer with words but he did kiss Sean before clin to him and crying into his smooth, muscular chest as the blond man stroked his hair and told him everything would be all right The day had been to busy to really think about things but now he faced his first night without Carl. Sean was right, he wasn't Carl but he was there... The next day a new man was brought into C Block. He was dark haired and handsome, Well muscled, hairy. in his mid 30s and walked through the block like he was the Alpha Male. He reminded Paul of Martin, bith in looks and attitude "This is about what I imagine Martin looks like now" Paul thought as he motioned to his men and nodded at the man The Alpha Male changed his tune when his hands were tied to a cell bar above his head and his legs were held up by Sean and Buster so that Paul could force his HIV tainted cock up that straight neg, virgin ass “By the way. I’m HIV positive and by the time I’m done with you, you will be too” He told the man as he placed the large head of his cock to that puckered hole and pushed in with no mercy The man groaned in pain as Paul worked something close to 10 inches of cock up his never before fucked ass. The look of pain on the man’s face just made Paul fuck him harder, imagining that it was Martin screaming under him. Paul bred him three times despite being a littler tired from the day before. The man glared at him the entire time. Paul slapped his face as he got up and left th4 man tied for the block to use For the rest of the time he was there Paul fucked the man three or four times a week, simply because the man hated it so much, That glare had reminded him even more of Martin when he was angry and Paul took his frustrations out on this straight man unlucky enough to have remind Paul of the wrong person Paul would approach the man with Sean and Buster and they would pin him to the wall while Paul pulled down his pants and rammed into him. All he wanted to do was bust a quick load in the man and it never lasted more than ten minutes. Oddly enough after the first few times the man seemed to go out of his way to catch Paul's attention, though he always pretended to hate the fucking he got About a week after Carl had been released Paul got a letter from him with a return address that was a post office box in the town his boys lived in, It begging to know if he was ok. He wrote back quickly and told Carl that the worst thing that was happening to him was having to cry himself to sleep each night because he missed him so much and detailing the new situatio, he didn't mention Sean in his bed every nihjy though/ He would tell Carl, but not till they were together. Sean was no threat to what he felt to Carl he was just a warm body and a shoulder to cry on Carl’s letter had also said he had just met the boys that day and that they were thinking the matter over. He would write again as soon as there was a decision **************** The next morning after meeting the boys Carl’s phone rang “We will do it” Bobby said “Better you than Martin” “If you are sure, come to my hotel suite and we will get started” Carl said As he hung up se smiled down at the rock hard bulge in his pants and the wet spot forming in the fabric at the tip “Well that answers that question“ he thought and got ready to poz his step sons ******************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Bobby and Mike finally get the gift every boy dreams of Let me know what you think! Scanbu

So I haven’t had much desire this year for any type of sex yesterday on Long Island was so nice I headed to the video store by me that has a theater and booths. It was pretty quiet so I was in the theater alone and started looking at sniffles. It looked like a top popped in and wanted to fuck so I walked over the the booth area and found one closed door. I go onto the adjacent booth and through the glory hole I see a beautiful 8 inch dick being stroked. Immediately drop my pants and underwear and get down in my knees, motioning him to slide his member through the hole. He does and I start to blow him for a few minutes. He’s was nice and thick too. Not quite a beer can but still had a real nice girth. as I’m blowing him I take a bit hit of poppers and lube him up with my spit. I then spun around and backed up onto his cock. He knew right away what was going on and grabbed the base of his cock and helped push it in. I took a minute or more to get all the way in but he did and just left it there for a while. Then he stated to slowly pump me, and went up to a regular thrusting speed. I positioned myself to take his thrusts fully, took a big hit of poppers and reached back and spread my ass wide. He took the cue and buried his cock in my ass and for the next 15 minutes he just thrusted away until he got all tense and not move for a minute. Then he pulled out. I stayed in position for a bit but I reached down and felt a his huge creamy load. Since he was done I pulled up my clothes, got dressed and walked into a different booth without any holes. I closed the door, stripped down and reached back and let some of the load drop into my hand so I could eat it. Tasted great. Then I took out the plug I had in my pocket and plugged my ass and jerked off for a while. Then went home. At home, I kept the plug in for the rest of the evening until I went to bed. I wanted to absorb every drop I could. It’s moments like this that make me so thankful that I’m gay with no inhibitions

Hunter Biden is charged with (a) buying a gun while being an active drug user, and (b) paying some of his taxes late (though they have been paid, with penalties and interest). I, for one, consider trying to skirt election laws in order to seize the highest office in the country a tad more problematic than a gun charge that even US attorneys admit is almost never prosecuted, or a tax violation that has already been corrected and is far, far less than the amounts the Trump company was found to have defrauded. Your mileage, as a non-American, may vary. Bullshit. The only world leaders who respected Trump are the other authoritarians, and even they considered him second-tier and easily manipulated. Regardless, we know him much better in this country than you do, just as I'm sure you know your own local pols better than I do. He's a serial fraudster found liable for sexual assault and is about to stand trial in the coming months on a bunch of other serious charges. If you choose to "respect" that kind of man it says more about you than you may realize.

Nothing is secret for long, unfortunately. Remember gay guys with the hanky code flying in their pocket of choice, but soon enough mainstream society of a certain age knew all the meanings. Or the keys hanging left or right. Or the pieced earlobe, which a lot of straight men copied but using the other side ear lobe, " to clarify they weren't gay" Bio hazard tats, pretty much well known. Point is, nothing stays hidden from other groups for very long. Including the wife. Perhaps the best way to signal your wants is simple eye contact and conversation. I hear it worked magically way back in the early days of gaydom, like 1970 or so.

== 1 == Jason is transferred college athlete. 6’2, muscular, round ass, 9.5 in dick, blonde hair and in the closet. In his previous school there just wasn't enough excitement for him so he decided to attend a bigger school to spice up his sex life. Coach told him today that he's got to get his physical done. Coach has asked the trainer to stay a little longer so Jason will come in as soon as he's done with practice. Jason rushed over to the sport medicine building. It is quiet because no one is here in the evening. Jason is wearing a white shorts and a navy blue shirt. Both are soaked in sweat because he just left practice. He knocked on the door lightly then answered the door was a 6’5 tall man, muscular too with a firm belly with nicely trimmed facial hair. He has a lab coat on but just a t-shirt underneath. Jason could practically see the trainer’s naked chest, his raisin size nipples and nipple rings.. Jason has been watching daddy type porn lately and this trainer totally fits that category. Something about pounding a grown men’s hole and hearing them moan is super satisfying to him. He could practically hear Luke moaning while begging him to pound harder in my mind, but he realized that in reality, he was starring so he quickly looked up and said “Hi. I'm Jason from the volleyball team. Thank you for staying late for me. Coach told me that I have a few things that aren't completed and today is the last day I can get them done” “Hey Jason. I'm Luke. It's no problem. Let's get you in and out of here so we can be both go on and enjoy our weekend. Come on in and let's get your measurements” Luke put his hand on Jason's back to direct him in “Wow. You're soaking wet” Luke said “Yeah. Sorry. I rush straight here after practice. Normally I'd take a shower after practice but I didn't want to make you wait too long” Jason answered Luke held a tablet in his hand looking through Jason's record and said “well.. I didn't realize how many things you have to complete today. Couple of things will take me a few minutes to prepare. There's a few showers in the back. If you want to go get yourself cleaned up while I get everything ready you can. Just leave your clothes off and be in your underwear when you are done. You can put them back on when we're done taking measurements.” “Ok. Sounds good” “Just walk all the way back and make a right then you'll see them” Jason got his toiletry bag out of his backpack and got in the shower Jason thought “Wow. I dodged a bullet there. Hopefully he didn't see my raging hard when he was talking to me. I tried to hide it by holding my bag in front of me. Who knew the school trainer is this hot. If he wasn't wearing that lab coat I would have thought he walked out of one of those porn videos I watched last night” As Jason rubs soap up and down his body, his finger linger around his nipples for a bit longer. When he slid his hand in between his butt cheek, he touched his hole with his middle finger and penetrated it slightly and he found his other hand wrapped around his cock slowly stroking it up and down. “Fuck what am I doing. I really should rub one out so I have less of a chance embarrassing myself with a boner but that would have taken too long so fuck it. But fuuuuuck I'm so horny. Had I known I'd have to come here I wouldn't have saved my load for the long weekend. At least I'll be in my underwear Actually….no I will not. I grabbed my jockstrap this morning bc I didn't know I'm coming here after practice. My underwear is soaking wet so he'd for sure know if I rewear it. Fuck it. It's only for a moment anyway. I have nothing to hide. Plus…. maybe things will go exactly like the videos I watched last night 😁” Jason still thinking about the image of him pounding Luke and the sound of Luke saying ‘give it to me harder, boy. Fuck me’ Jason turned the water to the coldest setting right before getting out to get rid of his boner. Alright. Let's get this measurement thing done. Just need to not get hard in the next 15 min then I'll be good. The towel is barely long enough to wrap around Jason's waist. It's more of a workout towel than a bath towel so with one hand holding on to the towel at his waist and the other hand carrying his backpack, Jason makes his way back to the trainer. He watched Luke’s face closely, hoping that he could pick up a sign from Luke so he could talk suggestively and see if Luke picked up on it. He didn’t want to fuck up his sport scholarship though so that’s why he watched Luke’s reaction closely because he couldn’t afford to be wrong if he decided to hit on Luke. Unfortunately, Luke didn't react to Jason's half naked body. He just instructed him to remove the towel. step on the scale and told him that he’ll be getting his measurements and he has to check his testicles. “Wha…ohhhh ok” Jason said and tried not to act surprised. He dropped his towel and stood there in his jock while Luke got down to measure his waist. His nose is less than an inch away from Jason's bulge but still seem professional and uninterested in Jason's body. He quickly measured Jason's chest, waist, arms and thighs. While down there, he reached for Jason's balls and juggle them around a few times. Jason caught offguard softly let out a moan but he quickly silent himself but his dick grow larger and harder quickly and there was nothing he could do about it but watch it grew. He panicked a little. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I couldn't help it” His said to Luke while looking down at his fully erected dick. His right hand is rubbing the back of his hand, feeling embarrassed and still trying to get rid of all the dirty thoughts that came rushing into his head Luke stood back up and paid no attention to Jason's hard throbbing dick and didn't really acknowledge what Jason said on purpose. “You have to take a flu shot. Which arm is your hitting arm?” He asked “my right” Jason said “What else do I have to do on the list? If you don't mind me asking” Jason said “This is the last thing we have to do". After a long pause while Luke grabbed every he needs, he walked to the left of Jason and asked "This shot is gonna make you feel warm. Anyway... Do you have any plans tonight?” Finally a friendly gesture that Jason has been hoping for. Jason open his mouth and was about to answer but Luke swiftly push the shot in Jason's left arm. Jason felt a rush that he has never felt before. He gasped and couldn't catch his breath.. He tried to breath and gather himself. He looked to his left and noticed Luke took off his lab coat but his bulge was all Jason could focus on. To be continued….

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3. We took the shots Alvin bought us. I thanked him by walking behind him and hugging him. I ran my hands up his torso, pretending like his hot bitch bf wasn’t there. From the outside, we prolly looked really hot together. Two 6’3” guys getting frisky. “Damn you boys are so hot. My cock is fucking hard as hell!” Some more flirting and chatting. Then I told Alvin to get us another round. He was a bit hesitant, probably clocking that I wasn’t asking his bf to get this round. I noticed and quickly thanked him for the drinks he got last time, telling him how horny I get when I’m drunk. “You make me feel good, and I’ll make you feel good later, baby.” And just like that, he walked to the bar. Dumb bitch. You see? The trick to fucking someone up psychologically is you have to be inconsistent. Praise them. But also confuse them. Be sweet. Then be cold. Make them feel like they did something wrong, so they work extra hard to earn their next morsel of attention and approval. “When he gets back, ask me to go to the toilet with you. Be loud and clear so that your cuck bf hears,” I said to the hot cunt. Alvin walks back with our drinks, and I take a sip and pretend to dry heave. “Ugh this is fucking gross! Damn wtf did you order?” “Um I got some jack and coke,” Alvin said. “I can’t drink this. It’s way too sweet. Thanks for getting this though. Since you got this, finish it so it doesn’t go to waste.” “Hey David, can you go with me to the loo?” “Oh yeah, sure thing. Alvin, hold down the fort and finish my drink for me.” I pushed the cunt boy into the largest stall at the end of the, pulled his pants down and started kneading his ass. It was so fucking plump and round. Freshly shaven too. He had this brown birthmark on his left cheek. Damn this boy was hot. I spat on my cock and shoved it in one motion. I had to be fast. He didn’t scream. He Just moaned and begged for it. I bred and him and screamed “Take my load you faggot!” loud enough for everyone in the restroom to hear it. I wiped my dick on the faggot’s face, pulled my pants up and left. I walked up to Alvin and gave him a concerned look. “How open are you guys?” I said. “Huh?” Alvin responded. “Vik (short for Victor) pulled me in the bathroom and tried to fuck me. He said you two were completely open and you play separately.” “Wait what? We’re not…” “Oh damn. I fucking knew it. Don’t worry baby. I turned him down, even though he showed me his ass and that birthmark of his. I don’t want him though. Like I said, I’m into verse guys.” Not my most elegant work, but still good enough for this dumb bitch. I saw his experience all the emotional states. Anger. Lust. Hurt. Confusion. Flattery. Lust again. Mentioning the birthmark was a good touch. “Hey I have an idea. Let’s show him how fucked up what he tried doing was,” I said. “How…” Alvin said, still in his feelings. “Well, I want to fuck you in front of him. Teach him that cheaters never win. I will give you all the attention to make him jealous.” He hesitated. I moved behind him and started grinding my body against his. Breathing hot air into his ear as I whispered how good I wanted to make him feel. How I wanted to teach Vik a lesson to never mistreat him like that. When Vik finally came back out, I took both their hands and said, let’s go to my hotel. It’s right around the corner. I got Alvin to pay for my tab before we left. What a dumb faggot.

thanks for all the encouraging feedback, pigs. Hope you enjoy and can get fucked up to this new chapter. —— 8. Bear started bubbling my nipples, and I was writhing slightly. Still really horny apparently. Bear reached to the side table and grabbed his baggies. He pointed his finger at me. “Lick” I obeyed. He dipped the tip of his finger in the bag, withdrew it, and without asking or saying anything else, he inserted the finger in my cunt. He worked well, wiggling all around. Damn it hurt and burned a bit. Not as much as anticipated from reading stories on BZ. He repeated that two more times, and I was flying by the end of it. Jesus Christ. My penis shrunk again, but was so hungry. Hungrier than the night before. It was a lil sore before he inserted all that T inside me, but it felt fine after. Hole was tingly and so warm. I begged him if I could go online to post an ad for guys to come fuck me. To my surprise, he slapped me hard. This was the most aggressive he’s been toward me. I was confused. “You need to be trained. I control who fucks you. I decide. Not you,” he said very sternly. I felt like I was being scolded by a parent. I hate being told what to do. This is partly why I have a bad relationship with to my parents, other adults, and strict institutions. My first instinct was to lash out. But I was so horny. “You need to learn to take any cock. Not just the cocks you want,” he said. Oh that does make sense. If I’m in control, I’ll be picky. I know me. Releasing that control means I may get fucked by guys I would normally write off, like really old guys, or actually homeless, or maybe even more [banned word]. The [banned word], I would come to learn, would come much later. Years later. I started to soften registering his logic. He was right. Damn this hot. “I’m sorry, sir,” I said. “Get on my cock and show me how sorry you are.” I slid down on his fat cock. Eventually I was riding him reverse because his belly made riding reverse more comfortable and allows me to get fucked deeper. He was on his phone the entire time, ignoring me. So hot. This continued for a while, with excepting of me taking breaks to sniff some poppers, him feed me T or Gatorade. He also snapped some pics of me. After some time, he put his phone down. He must be done posting and messaging. I was excited of the unknown adventures awaiting me. He told me to grab the motel phone for him. He dialed the front desk. “Larry, it’s me. This slut is open for any guest tonight and tomorrow to use. Send them to the room. Door will be unlocked.” Larry came to the room not too long after and dumped a load into me. It was fast, but hot. I loved Bear watching me be a good boy taking loads. I had a steady stream of guys come and breed me throughout the night. Couldn’t tell if they were motel guests or people from the internet. That also made it super hot. They mostly blended together in my mind, but a few guys stood out. There was this twink that was youngest, very likely still in college. He was the most deer in headlights, but was rock hard and fucked me really fast. He also rushed out the quickest. lol. Then there were these one guy who was really tweaking out. I normally would have avoided him, but there I was, begging for his load. He couldn’t cum, but it was a hot exchange. Then there was this really old daddy who told me to take his poz load. I begged for it, knowing full well I wasn’t on Prep. Then there was bear#2. He came back, but he reeked of alcohol. He stripped and was just as aggressive as he was the night before. He almost gave me rug burn because he was so aggressive pushing me down to suck his cock. He also fucked me on the floor, pressing my face on the dirty carpet. He was fucking me so good, and he even played with my nipples every now and then driving me crazy. I could feel his pubes and sweat mix with my own. He started to get more aggressive. He told me to lean up, so I was not facing Bear. “You like getting fucked by my cock, faggot?” bear#2 asked. “Mmm…yessir. I love it.” “That’s right faggot. You fucking love it. You love me fucking you?” “Yessir, I love it.” “FUCK YEAH! You fucking love getting fucked by my cock, you whore!” “Mmmmmm” “Yeah tell me you love me. Tell me!” I paused. This felt a bit much? I couldn’t help but look at Bear and see how he felt. He was playing with his nipples and stroking. His face didn’t reveal much honestly. “Say it, faggot! Tell me you love me or I stop fucking you!” Oh fuck I needed his cum. I couldn’t explain it, but if all the guys that came through, he was by far the best fuck. I needed his load! “I love you! I love you! Please keep fucking me!” “Tell me I’m the only person you love! I’m the only person you’ve ever loved! You will love! Say it, bitch!” I said that and more. I screamed how I will only think of his cock and him. how my heart only has room for him and no one else. I was making eye contact with Bear the entire time. Bear#2 dumped a massive load and left. There was a deafening silence in the room after, as I was still on the floor collecting myself. I looked up and Bear was getting dressed. He took some of his belongings, leaving behind the pipe, lighter, and baggie. Then he left. I was all alone again.

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YOUNG RIPPED BOY MEETS HIS IDOL I’m Damian, I’m 18 years old and very ripped with a nice big dick. My tanned skin tone defines my muscles perfectly. I thank my Moroccan dad for that My ripped body is the result of doing calisthenics since my 13th. I started with training after seeing videos on IG from a group of friends doing and explaining calisthenics. I haven’t really figured out if I like boys or girls, but I had a crush one of the boys from the group; His name was Zane, he was 16 y/o back then and had a ripped body. Last Friday I was training in the park. It was very sunny day so I was only wearing shorts and shoes. I just started a dead hang when I heard someone say “WOW! Looking good”. When I looked over I saw my idol Zane standing there. I ended my exercise and answered “Thanks bro! Your vids gave me the motivation”. This was the start of a conversation about calisthenics and healthy diets. After 20 minutes he asked me if I wanted to meet the group and maybe do a few trainings videos together. I answered with ‘YES!’ We talked some more while walking to Zane’s house. We entered a building and took the lift to the upper floor. When the doors open I was totally amazed by his penthouse. It was huge, had a huge balcony with a swimming pool. Zane pulled of his shirt revealing his ripped body covered in a few large tattoo’s. He must have caught me staring, but he ignored it. He then went to the fridge and took out two bottles of gatorade and handed me one. What I didn’t knew was that they are laced with G and crushed up viagra. I walked around the room and saw a tray with several syringes on it, so I asked him what it was. Zane stuttered a bit and told me they are special vitamin shots he developed himself to get more ripped. “Can I try one?” I asked him. Zane shook his head and then answered “It very strong stuff!”. “PLEASE! I do anything to try it!” I pleaded. Zane softly replied “Yeah! This stuff will”. After several pleas he gave in and told me to sit in the chair. He took a small rubber hose and tied it around my bicep. He found a good vein and swabbed the area. I felt a prick and then saw him shooting the contents in my vein. He than raised my arm and removed he rubber band. A warm rush came over me and I started the cough loudly. When it hit my brain my inhibitions washed away. I looked over to Zane’s hot body and blurted “You are so fucking hot, Bro!”. I couldn’t understand why I said that out loud, but he grinned and replied “So are you!”. Zane told me that he had to get something and walked away. While he was away I became very horny and couldn’t stop touching my body. My hands when down inside my shorts and I started to stroke my rock-hard cock. When Zane came back I had removed my shorts completely and stroked my cock with two hands. “Are you enjoying yourself” Zane asked, but I could only moan in reply. “Shall I show you something that makes this feeling better?” he asked. I was so horny that I nodded. Zane kneeled before me and told me to pull up my legs. He wetted his fingers and then slowly pushed one finger slowly inside. It felt amazing and after several minutes he added another finger. I was in ecstasy when he started to move his fingers around. After a while he pulled them out, took 2 big shard from a baggie and put them on his fingertips before sliding them back in. I began to moan because it burn. “Just relax it will subside” Zane said while adding a third finger. After several minutes the burning stopped and my ass began to open up. Zane worked a fourth finger inside me and then continued opening my ass before pulling out. I pleaded him to put them back, but he told me that he had something that will feel a 100 times better. He then removed his shorts, lubed his dick up with some spit and placed a big shard into his piss slit. He aligned himself better and placed the head of his cock in my gaping hole. With one thrust he rammed his cock deep in me but got blocked by my inner-ring. I let out a yell and a grunt because of his invasion. He then began to push forward against the ring. I started to moan louder as he increased the pressure. Slowly my inner-ring started to open up. When Zane felt this he let out a stream of piss and deposited the big shard behind the ring before pulling out. He then pushed another shard in my ass before pushing his cock back in. While my ass was burning he started to pump his cock in and out. After a few minutes the burning stopped and I started to moan louder and louder. With every stroke his cock stretched the inner-ring before it gave way and letting his huge cock sink ball deep. The feeling of his cock engulfed by my warm insides put Zane over the edge. He began to grunt loudly, his balls tightend and his dick started to swell up, just before shooting a huge load deep in my ass. I could feel my insides filling up with his warm cum. When Zane was done he began to piston fuck my ass so hard that his creamy cum began to flowed out of my ass with every stroke. He kept fucking me for more than 40 minutes straight and loaded me up another 4 times. When he pulled out we heard the front door open and 6 hot athletic boys between the ages of 19 en 22 came in. “I would like you to meet my crew” Zane said. The boys didn’t hessite and stripped naked. I felt like a kid in a candy shop seeing at all these ripped body’s. While looking at them something caught my eye; every boy had a tattoo on the base of their cock. And when Zane stood up I saw it also on his cock. It looked like a biohazard sign. But before I could think about the meaning, I was grabbed by two of the boys who took me to a playroom with a huge bed, 2 slings and lots of toys. I was put in one of the slings and while they secured me I saw the others coming in. “Time for another vitamin shot” said Zane, and before I knew it I felt him removing the band which resulted in a strong rush and coughing harder than the first time. I saw how the other boys also administer their slams. After coughing 2 of them grabbed a videocamera and started recording. A hot 21 y/o boy walked towards me and rammed his hard cock deep in me. I screamed but he kept on brutally pounding my ass. After a while the pain started to change in pleasure again and I started to moan. After he shot his huge load deep in me he was replaced by another boy. The last one was the youngest (19 y/o) but with an enormous cock (13 inch / 33 cm). His fucking was so intense that I came twice and without hands. After he pulled out my open ass started to ooze cum so they closed my hole up with a big butt plug. They helped me out of the sling and moved me to the bed, where i lay surrounded by 7 hot boys. I was still hard and my cock was pointing straight up. One of them saw this and got up and slid in one go over my cock before riding it hard. When I said that I was about to cum he kept on riding me and squeezing my cum out of my cock. I came 2 times in his ass before he got off. Part 2 is coming soon

I recognized him from across the bar. It was hard not to - dressed in tight faded denim shorts, a sleeveless tee, suede work boots and a construction worker's hat, he was one of the few people in the entire bar who wasn't wearing head-to-toe black leather, that's why I was fairly certain that he wouldn't recognize me. My leather harness, chaps, dark shades, and biker boots were the polar opposite of what he saw his high school history teacher wearing on a typical school day. That's right, history teacher. High school history teacher. I teach at one of the local public high schools, and while it is fairly obvious to me (and some of my co-workers...and students) that I hunt dick at night, most people see me a just a guy who is a bit out-of-time. My thick black mustache, dark eyes, dark hair, and furry chest are the epitome if the 1970's clone look, and while it might seem out of time when I'm wearing sansabelts and Aarow dress shirts, it looks pretty damn hot when I'm decked out in leather. Or denim. Or nothing at all. Like tonight. I've been looking forward to Village Night all month. The last Friday of the month is dedicated to one of the icons of the Disco era and my favorite spot, the Bar Code, transforms from a leather cruise bar with an active backroom into a late 70's cruise disco with an overstuffed backroom. The kid looked like he was barely keeping his head above water when I saw Jack and Cap on either side of him. Jack was rubbing the kid's crotch, and Cap had his hand running up the backside of his leg. They were both whispering in the kid's ear. I knew I had to intervene, or the kid would be in over his head before he knew it. I danced my way over to him, grinding on a motorcycle cop here, a construction worker or cowboy there....and within seconds was pulling Cap's hand out of the back of the kid's shorts. "This one's jailbait, boys," I said. "Word must be out that the doorman is into chicken and lets in the underage crowd so he can arrest them out later. See? Here he comes." Frank was, indeed, headed this way. The pair moved off, no doubt to look for another unsuspecting victim of their s&m-and-pozzing plan. I grabbed the kid's arm. "Come with me if you don't want to end up in the back of a police car," I said, exaggerating Frank's plans for the kid. He followed without a word, looking worried....but also a little .... Drunk? Or high? I couldn't tell. We made our way to the backroom. As expected, it was wall-to-wall fucking. Not sucking, fucking. The kid stopped cold. "This is how men get off, not boys," I said. "Don't worry, we re just in here because Frank got banned after he left his post to fuck one too many times." I led him toward the back corner. The further we got, the darker it became. The smell of mansex was almost overpowering back here. "Thanks, mister." The kid finally said something, and I knew right away that he wasn't drunk. Cap must have booted the kid when his hand was down his pants, and it was starting to come on strong,too. He was jittery, sweating, and rubbing his cock, "Damn. Fucking hot," he said to no one in particular as he watched the fucking going on around him. I was about to lose my restraint. If he keep rubbing that cock through those fucking sexy denim shorts, I was going to end up fucking him. I knew I wouldn't resist for long. He gasped and started pumping his hips when I started kneading his ass. A moan. Rubbing that cock. Kneading that ass. I moved behind him and unsnapped the shorts' buttons one by one. His hand instantly went to his cock once it was freed and started pumping, intent on cumming as quickly as possible. I held him still, nibbled on his earlobe and whispered, "Shhhh... Savor it. Don't cum yet. Look at all the fucking. Real men, macho men, bent over and taking raw dick." He tensed up when I said the word raw. I was testing him. He moaned, "Fucking hot." Passed the test with flying colors. "Flying colors." Made me remember the two tabs of X in my front pocket. I took one out and laid it on my tongue, then turned the kid around and shoved my tongue down his throat. I'm sure he noticed me shotgunning the tab into his mouth, but he didn't protest. Once it was and absorbed, I asked him, "So you party?" "Not yet, need a teacher," he said. Ambiguous, I thought. But I couldn't resist that opening. "I'm a hell of a good teacher," I said before I slid my tongue into the back of his mouth and nearly gagged him. My hands were all over him, and the X was just barely starting to kick in, making him ultra responsive to my hands. He was almost writhing as I rubbed him all over. I heard his shorts hit the floor. No underwear. I pulled his shirt over his head, felt it to make sure the pockets were empty, and threw it into the middle of the backroom orgy. I looked for his reaction, but there wasn't one - his eyes were glassy, his lips were parted, and his cock was rock hard ad he continued to grind himself on my hand I moved to his hole...it was wet. Very wet. "You been fucked tonight, son?" I asked, some surprise in my voice. "Fuck me. Fuck me, I fucking need it." I gave him a slight slap. "I asked if you've been fucked yet tonight, boy!" His eyes focused for a second. "No. Lubed just in case.." That was all I needed to hear. I started pushing my cock at his entrance. He tried to pull off and then started moving his hands as if he were digging in his pants pockets. "Need to cover up," he said. And then he looked down and laughed. "Looks like my shorts are gone," and with that he started pushing back against my raw cock. Either he wasn't a virgin, or he had some long and thick toys at home, because I slipped in with no difficulty. I wasn't incredibly well hung, 7 inches, average thickness, but I was uncut, and he was a senior in high school. It shouldn't have been that easy. "Yeaaaah," he said. "Fuck yeah," I responded. "Fuck me. Fuck me like my daddy. Hard and rough." I started slamming him, and he responded like a proper cuntboy - pushing back with every thrust, pulling away, but never letting the head out of the hole. The kid knew how to fuck, that's for sure. We pounded at each other until I was glistening with sweat, and he was positively dripping with it. Positively. "Do you want my load, boy?" "Yes, daddy. Blast it in me." "My poz load? You want me to charge you up?" Bit his ear, hard. "Yeah!" He yelled. "Give it to me! Breed me! Fucking cum in my ass. Cum in my ass!" He was yelling loudly, and I felt his hole tighten. I knew what was coming. He was. "Yeaaaah," he said. "Poz me up. Poz me. Poz me." And i did just that. I buried my bone a deep as I could and unloaded in what was easily the hardest, longest and best cum of my 34 years. Seeded him. Dropped my load in that boyhole. Bred him lime a bitch, as he continued to squeeze at my cock in rhythm, his orgasm continuing and actually getting stronger. "Poz me," he whispered one last time. Eventually we slowed down, and I held my cock in his hole. I moved it around a little bit, left and right, up and down, to make sure that the seeds were planted. I licked his ear, "You're mine now, boy. I got you marked." He shuddered. "Yeah. Marked. Pozzed. Fucking hot. Can't wait to go breeding other guys." I though to myself that this kid has either been reading Breeding Zone, or he's not really an 18 year old high school student. "Where'd you get a dirty thought like that, kid?" "Breeding Zone." "Fuck yeah," I said. I took my shades off. "At least it wasn't in third period history." He turned his head and looked at me. "Mr. Dooney," he said. "Fuck yeah. Now squeeze that cock while I pull out. Get the last of those babies before we head to my place." He squeezed, and I slowly pulled out. Odd, he wasn't able to clamp down on my cock all that hard. The kid was loose. "Who the hell wrecked your hole?" I asked. "Doorman," he said. "Fucks me at least once a week." Hot. I thought to myself that it was a perfect fuck - the hardest cum of my life, thinking that I was pozzing one of my students, but none of the guilt. If Frank was hitting that ass once a week, he was already Poz, plus a few others. I thought about one of my fuckbuds, a GP, and wondered if he'd fuck me in the exam room once I told him that I was gonna need some antibiotics. I grabbed his shorts off the floor and shoved them into his chest. "Put these one," I said, "And get ready for the night of your life." He smiled, bent over and in a few seconds, we were walking toward the exit. I noticed a cowboy holding the kid's shirt over some guy's cock, using it as a cumrag. I waited for them to finish, then took the shirt and told my boy to put it on. Minutes later, I was walking into my townhouse with an 18 year old hottie in a pair of too-small denim shorts and a cum-soaked t-shirt. Good thing it was 3 AM, or someone might have called the cops. And I was almost disappointed that they didn't, because it would have been hot to share the kid with Greg, my hot cop FB, when he got here!

Little did any of them know what cherries they were going to lose that night. More to cum Andy was next to pop his boy’s cherry. Andy had him on all 4’s eating his ass and fingering his hole all the while lubing his impressive death meat rocket. The man was multi-talented with his ability to multitask was impressive. He had his boy moaning for release, but the only way he was going to get wias through his ass. Andy made him say it, “what do you want?” “You in me.” the boy whimpered. “Say it louder” Andy demanded! They repeated themselves several times until Andy got the response at the level he wanted. Jason was working his tool into his prey as well. It was a dead heat who was going to knock up their younger soon to be new bottom or versatile slut. Mine was still pumping his thick cock into my ass. I wondered if Jason’s or Andy’s cum was still in there enough to coat his cock and poz him or could I still do the deed from the bottom. Almost simultaneously both boys yelped signifying that Jason and Andy had secured their anal cherries. Three down. The boy fucking himself on Doc’s cock to pump a load into my ass was really starting to jack hammer away at my ass and subsequently pile driving his own ass. He erupted, flooding my soiled cunt with his neg seed. HE jammed his cock deep in my ass and I could feel his cock expand and pump load after load into me. Doc followed suit into his newly fucked and still negative hole. I could swear I could feel Doc filling his ass up with every spasm of his over-sized pecker. My own cock erupted, splashing me and the boy that was breeding my hole. He kissed me while the Doc chewed on his neck and back leaving god awful hickies on him. Jason and Andy we both now power fucking their respective bottoms. I am sure no one outside of us 4 knew the others' names. Andy seemed to be ready to cum first. He slow stroked his newly minted bottom. Andy drilled his large cock in out of the boys soon to be poz filled hole. It seemed almost in unison both new bottoms were begging Andy and Jason not to cum in them, but I knew that was not going to happen. As both Andy and Jason made one final thrust deep into their asses and unleashed a torrent of tainted jizz. Both boys leaned in and kissed one another as if to relish in the moment they were pozzed. It was hot watching them kiss with their tongues exploring the others mouth. The kid who had been fucking me was making out with the Doc. Jason, Andy and I just sat around slowly stroking our cocks back to hardness. I could tell the Doc was back to full strength. He tossed his prey to Andy and slid behind the boy that Jason was just fucking. He slid his thick cock up and down his crack until the boy just seemed to swallow Doc’s cock. He was a natural bottom. We can sense our own. Andy landed on top of the one that Doc had bred and Jason took Andy’s bottom. All three boys were legs up on the couch. Andy, Jason and Doc fucked their new holes with renewed vigor with none of the boys knowing they were being pozzed fucked. I stroked my cock watching the 3 slut bottoms getting bred on Jason’s couch. The whole room smelled of cum and ass. I was rock hard wishing I had some cock in me. That is when I remembered the over-sized dildo that Amy had dropped off for Jason earlier to keep his cunt open as she put it. I fetched it from the box and with the suction cup on the base. I secured it to the floor, lubed it with my spit and slipped it into my ass. Slowly each of the guys took notice of me fcuking myself to them fucking each other. They all laughed at my whore-ish behavior not being able to wait for a real cock. I had to go find a fake one to fuck myself with. Without much prodding the 3 older tops went back to breeding the boys. It was Jason who let the cat out of the bag first as he prepared to cum again adding his poz load to Andy’s. The boys eyes got wide. “You’re poz!” he exclaimed. Andy retorted, “We all are!” Doc quipped “not yet, but here’s to hoping I get some today.” All three of the boys tried to put up a meager fight, but the cocks in the asses were feeling too good to stop. I knew the feeling. The boy Andy was power drilling cried out first as he came hands-free “poz me daddy!” Andy slammed his cock deep in the boy and filled the boy’s ass with his tainted jizz. As if on cue, Jason and Doc filled their respective asses with cum as well. Each boy laid there as the men’s cocks that filled their holes slowly withdrew from the poz cum filled holes. Each of them have been fucked twice with at least one poz cock. I lost my sense of bearings in the poz roulette game of chance on who had been filled twice and who had one of each, but i was guessing Andy, Jason and Doc know who they had fucked as they moved to a new bottom and filled their mouths with their waning cocks in an effort to revive them for another round. I took the opportunity to feast on some boy creampie. I nearly dove into the first boy’s ass and slurped up Doc’s delicious cum de’le creme of cock and freshman ass. He nearly squealed as my tongue swirled his hole. Andy moved me out of the way and sank his huge cock into the boy for his third fucking of the night. The boy’s cock was rock hard and drooled a tick stream of pre-cum from it’s slit. As Andy slid all 8 or so inches into the boy’s soon to be poz ass. I moved over to boy #2. I 69’d his puffy cunt. He devoured my cock into his eager mouth as I” slurped his cum filled ass. I licked and rimmed his hole, he hummed his pleasure against my balls as he deep throated my meager dong. I swallowed another load of his jizz as Doc pull;ed me away from my cum feast. I sat up pulling my cock out of the boy's mouth, but sitting my manpussy squarely on his mouth. His tongue shot into my ass. My cock lurched forward and drooled what felt like an ounce of cum. All this movement brought into view the 3rd boy hole who was on his knees. I leaned forward just a bit, and jammed two fingers into his hold. It was then that I knew this boy was the original bottom of the group. I grabbed the lube, and lubed my hand discreetly. Doc noticed what I was doing and gve me a thumbs up. I slipped a 3rd finger and the boy merely moaned. I added a 4th finger. His eyes got wide. I soon had my hand in him with my thumb being the odd-man out. He never missed a beat on Jason’s tick prick. But Jason had another idea. Hope you all like this latest chaapter

I’m a big advocate that people should not ask Medical questions of the hive. Most of us are not healthcare professionals. And none of us know your full medical history. I’m not trying to be rude. But realistic.

A proud poz boy, and a proud poz girl, this Jess took his seed when it was the most POTENT!!!

Chapter 8 I had gone to bed, and although i was awake when Jess got in i pretended to be asleep. It was an odd feeling i just didnt want sex with her and so i feigned sleep. I was still imagining cock. However the next morning when i awoke i didnt feel great. My throat was burning and my head was pounding. I didnt think that i had drunk particularly that much but i felt awful . I took painkillers and received little sympathy from Jess. ‘you will drink loads when you're out with your mates’ was all the response i got. I spent most of the day in bed but couldn't get warm. The painkillers hadn't touched anything and my throat was still sore the following day . After a second day in bed I got some sympathy from Jess. ‘ You must have picked up a bug or something whilst I was away , its obviously not a hangover now’ she said. I was just tired and rang in sick to work. After four days I started picking up and gradually feeling a little better. Jess managed to have sex with me once but all i could think of was the guys in the sauna. ‘There that will get you feeling better’ she said as i lay there exhausted. I still wasn't 100% and my glands felt swollen. I made a note to go to the docs as soon as i felt a little better. But then it occurred to me that if i was getting better there was no need to go. Over the next few days i got to my feet and felt much improved. I had taken the week off work and it was Friday afternoon. I would be ok to go into work the next week but i was feeling well enough to wander into town just for some outside life whilst Jess was at work. I found myself wandering near the gay village , just on the outskirts. I wasnt going to venture in but carried on walking. By chance my route took me past the tattoo parlour where i had my snake tattoo done. I peered in and saw Lana. She waved me in and i entered. ‘ Come for some more work? I know its addictive once you start’ she said. ‘No I was just passing as i was just in town. I've not been great this last week, i thought i had a bad hangover at first but I think it was a bug or something, not sure. I seem ok now though’ Lara smiled. She asked what my symptoms had been . ‘Yeah theres a bit of that about. I know the exact tattoo for you, come on im free now , ill show you. Come in the back, you dont have to have anything done if you dont want’ . I had nothing else planned. ‘Sit down in my chair’ Lana commanded. ‘Look Ill do the outline for free, then if you want it coloured come back and i’ll charge half price. Well?’ ‘Where?’ Was all i could ask.’ ‘Ill do something in the apple in the snakes mouth’she said referring to my existing tattoo. The one she had joked i would get in the pride colours. At least that subject had gone. ‘ trust me, my last tattoo was good wasnt it?’ ‘Ok’ Lana got to work , and it wasnt long before she had done the outline. It was an odd choice i thought ‘its symbolic’ she said. ‘ A lot of gay men have them. ‘ ’but im not gay’ I muttered. ‘You can carry on fooling yourself and suck cock in pub toilets, and let random guys fuck you and breed you like a bitch, or you can own it’ Lana said ‘ proper fags own it’ I think you will too sooner or later. Look do u like sucking cock ? ‘ i nodded ‘thought so.and you like being fucked?’ I nodded again. ‘And you think of cock all day ‘ ‘yes ‘ I whispered. ‘Sounds pretty fucking gay to me’ Lana added. ‘Back to the tattoo then. The good thing is that you have taken the first step in becomming a fag. This tattoo. Its a bio hazard tattoo. All piggy bottoms get them and dom girls get them too - see i have one’ she pulled down her leggings showing the cheek of her ass and I saw a small biohazard tattoo as she called it on her ass cheek. ‘ you can colour it in but you should know its significance. Im guessing from what you said that you have seroconverted. I would make an appointment with your doctor . Youre hiv positive like all of us here - and like all of Brad’s pupils. Youre now one of us. And no self respecting goody two shoes girl is going to want a poz fag fucking her and breeding her. So embrace it!’ The words hit me like a hammer. ‘Hiv positive?’ I mumbled. ‘Yes its the first step to becoming your true self’ Lana responded. ‘ but no one was ill, they would have said i’m sure’ I stammered. ‘ no one is usually these days. Its taken as read if you bareback you either have it, want it or dont care.anyways you will get it. Like you have. Looks like your choice is made. come back when you want it finishing’ I hurried out of the studio. My mind was whirling. What would Jess say. Where was my life heading ? One thing was certain, it was changing. I had to see my doc, this could all be a bad dream . to be continued……..

I don't make political donations, but while I don't donate to Democrats because I am cheap, I don't donate to Republicans because I don't want to: 1. See the end of American democracy, 2. Have a fat ignorant moron (or a "fucking moron" to quote his first Secretary of State) in the Oval Office, 3. I do not contribute to criminal organizations, ever, 4. I am not confortable giving my hard earned money to people who professed to be billionaires, 5. I don't like powerful people who attack porn stars, 7. I do not agree with fascism and fascists . . . etc, etc.

Seems like forever but finally got fucked again. Another guy from Grindr. He comes over and fucks me for almost an hour straight. We start with 69. He eats my ass while I deep throat his 8” cock. He’s really good at eating my ass and I’m able to take in all of his cock. He has an 8” cock and really fucks my throat good. After a while I climb on and ride his cock. I usually use my 9” dildo to loosen up but he wants to loosen me up himself so just his saliva from eating my ass. Without any lube he slowly works it all in. I then roll on my back and we fuck like that. He’s giving me the whole 8 inches and is really pounding me good. My legs are high in the air and he fucks me hard and deep. We still haven’t used lube so it hurts a lot as he drives in hard. He flips me onto my stomach with my ass in the air and relentlessly hammers my hole. After what seams like ages he blasts his load deep and grinds it in deep. He still continues fucking but not as hard or deep. When he finally stops and rolls of I start licking him clean and he’s hard again immediately. With his hard cock in my mouth he starts skull fucking me. I’m gagging with his cock in my throat but he keeps fucking my throat. He wants to fuck some more so I get on all fours and he rams it in hard. I’m trying to grip his cock with my ass to get him off but it soon becomes obvious that it’s going to take a lot more fucking to get another load. I flip over on my back and he drives in hard and deep. I spread my ass cheeks so he can get in good and deep. I’m begging him to fuck me harder and deeper hoping that will get him off. He starts to tire and rolls off. I start licking his cock clean and he’s instantly hard again. This guy is a fucking fuck machine. Soon I’m gagging on his cock while he holds my head and throat fucks me. He asks if I want to fuck some more and I agree. Face down, ass in the air he’s pile driving my ass again. He rolls me over and pulls me onto his cock. I’m basically on my shoulders, legs high over my head and my ass in the air impaled on his hard cock. He brutally fucks me until he starts to tire again. He rolls me onto my side and fucks me like that some more. At that point we realize he’s not going to cum again without a lot of serious ass pounding. Only one load but I got lots of fucking. We exchanged numbers so hopefully this becomes a regular thing. If my ass can take it.

yes, she is a player also

In a new gym and determined to get ex gym crush to join the brotherhood. It'll completely destroy the ex!

As a top I like to start out with the bottom's knees, feet together and head down. it looks more submissve this way. After I get comfortable with my dick inside, I tend to start pulling his legs part and grabbing his waist so there's a better thrust as I'm getting ready to breed him.

Chapter 4 – Gary comes to play Chapters 1 through 3 tell about my visit with Jason. He and I played a lot when he lived in New York, but he had recently moved to Arizona. His place was secluded and on a beautiful lake. The first night, he and I partied and played in each other’s holes. Tonight, we’re on his roof deck. Steve had come over, and he fucked and fisted me, but he had to leave. Jason is now fingering my ass on the couch. Jason suggested that we move back to the sling. I was happy to oblige. It didn’t take long before his hand was inside me, massaging my inner walls and making me moan in pleasure. Jason was playing more with width than depth this time, and he kept pulling his hand back to open my hole as wide as it could go. I was blissed out, spun and getting fisted in the sling while gazing at the stars when I heard Jason greet a new arrival. I looked up, and an absolute beast of naked man was standing near Jason, watching him fist me. He had to be at least 6’4”, well-built, and covered in dark fur. He had a nice thick cock and hefty balls, all surrounded by a forest of hair. Damn, Jason definitely knew my type. He looked at me and said, “Hey, I’m Gary.” I started to reply when he said, “Tonight, you’ll be called hole.” My ass quivered in anticipation. Gary needed to catch up with us on the partying front, so he grabbed the pipe and torch and started blowing clouds. After a while, he shotgunned a few with Jason and then moved up to me. We shotgunned a bit, then he shoved his cock in my mouth. While I was swallowing his cock, he blew a huge cloud over me and his cock. That is always so sexy and exhilarating to me. Meanwhile, Jason was still fisting my hole. Gary held up one of his hands and said, “Can you take it?” His hand was huge and covered in dark hair. I could only nod in agreement, waiting to feel that paw inside me. He smiled, grabbed the lube, and started to grease it up. Jason got off the stool, and Gary sat down, seeing my hole up close for the first time. “This hole is well-gaped,” he commented to Jason. Jason told him that I had been opened up so that he could fist me deep. I groaned in expectation of feeling that huge hand inside me. My ass pulsed with anticipation, making Gary chuckle. He began with a little fingering. It didn’t take long until his knuckles were grazing my hole. He was twisting around, using his fingers to expand my ass for his hand. He looked up at me and said, “Poppers.” I picked up the bottle and took a short hit in one nostril, let it out, then took a deep hit in the other nostril and held that one in. Gary slid his hand the rest of the way into my ass, eliciting a deep moan from me. Damn, he had big hands! But it felt great, and I nodded when he glanced up to check on me. Gary kept a steady forward pressure, allowing my hole to wrap itself around his wrist and letting him sink deeper and deeper into me. I reached back and felt around my hole, reveling in the feeling of being opened and knowing that such a sexy, hairy man was working me over. Once Gary was at my second hole, he paused and allowed me to experience that amazing sense of fullness and fulfillment that comes from being fisted. He gazed deeply into my eyes, and we smiled at each other, communicating silently about our willingness to go further. Gary began a slow withdrawal. He moved at a leisurely pace, using his fingers to tease my ass as his hand worked towards to the exit. He held his knuckles right at the point that gave me the maximum stretch and slowly turned his hand left and right. It felt amazing! Then, he pulled all the way out, applied more lube to his hand and arm, and entered my ass again. This time, he went in to the full depth he had achieved earlier in a single stroke. My ass reacted by pulsing on his arm, feeling it move deeper into my guts. “Push out,” he said. I did, and more of his arm slid inside. He was now past my second hole, and with each new push that I made, he was able to get more and more of his arm inside me. Gary paused where he was, letting us both revel in the depth and sensations we had achieved. He looked over at the poppers, and I uncapped the bottle and offered them to him. “No. You.” he growled. I happily took a deep hit and held it in. Once he knew that the fumes were controlling my brain and my ass, he began his movements. Back and forth, twisting left and right, expanding his fingers to probe me deeply, he played my ass like a virtuoso. The sensations I was experiencing were astounding, and I was seeing stars above and beyond the ones in the sky. Meanwhile, sexy Gary was watching me enjoy the ride and smiling in pleasure. Once again, he slowly extracted his hand from my ass. “Fuck, look at the gape on this hole,” he commented when he pulled out. He licked my rosebud and probed around a bit with his tongue, getting more moans of pleasure out of me. I looked down then and saw Jason was sucking Gary’s dick and playing around his hole. This interested me since I would love to get my tongue, or maybe even my fist, in Gary’s ass. It turns out that Gary was lubing up his other hand. This was his dominant hand and was bigger than the other. He put it up against my hole, grabbed the chains on the sling, and pulled me onto his hand. As my hole opened for this new invasion, I groaned in pleasure and soon swallowed his hand. He liked to take things slow, and he leisurely worked his right hand deeper and deeper inside me. Even though the size difference is small, there was a noticeable difference in the feeling of fullness from this larger hand. Gary got his right paw deep inside me. It felt great as he turned his hand around and flexed his fingers in my ass. He was also doing some smaller in and out motions to keep things really interesting. This was a guy who knew how to work a hole. After a while, Gary asked if I’d be interested in playing with his hole. Fuck, yeah, I would! The thought of working over that hairy ass excited me greatly. Given that, he helped me out of the sling, and he got in it. Seeing this hairy stud with his legs spread wide in the sling got my T dick to plump up a bit. Seeing that his dick was covered in precum, I slowly sucked his cock into my mouth to clean him off before settling down to work on his ass. Gary told me that he was up for lots of ass work but had never taken a fist. I asked if he wanted to do that, and he shrugged and said, “If it happens, I’m OK with it.” This gave me an idea. I know how much more of an ass pig I become when I’ve done a booty bump, so I asked him if I could bump him. “Sure”, he said. After some work to open his tight and hairy hole, I selected a nice shard and worked it into his ass with my finger. “Damn, it’s burning,” he exclaimed. I told him that the burn would subside soon, but I’d just play around the outside of his hole until the shard had fully melted. I rimmed his ass and lightly fingered his hole, all while waiting for the shard to dissolve, making his ass unbelievably greedy. Meanwhile, Jason had brought the pipe and torch over, so we all took a few more hits. I could see Gary was feeling the bump, too, so I started to explore his hairy hole a bit more. Slowly, I worked his hole over with my fingers. I started with just one finger, probing and swirling around inside his hairy hole. Just seeing the hairs clinging to my finger as I moved it around inside him was exciting to me, but I was planning to give him more than one finger. I pulled my finger out and lubed up my hand. This time, I entered his ass with two fingers and used them in the same manner as the solo digit, but I could also spread them out a little bit more. Also, I could go just a little deeper with two fingers. It didn’t take long until I added a third finger. Gary was blissed out, and now he and Jason were shotgunning some clouds. When my ass has been bumped, it opens even more quickly than usual, and I hoped the same would hold true for Gary. I slid my fourth finger in the next time I pushed into him, and he took it like a champ. Jason looked down at me, and I held up four fingers from my other hand so that he’d know what was in Gary’s hole. Jason nodded and I continued my massaging and spreading of this stud hole. Jason grabbed the poppers and handed them to Gary. Gary took a few deep hits and I waited the few seconds until he would be flying from them. When they hit, his ass gaped some more, and I started to work my four fingers in and out of his hot hole. Damn, the look was amazing, and Gary was clearly enjoying himself. As he was coming down from the poppers, I slid my thumb in alongside my fingers. I had been using it to circle the outside of his hole while I worked it with my fingers, but I felt that he was ready to take more. Now, I could really stretch out his hole and get him ready to take my hand. Gary reached down to his ass and felt around. He asked me how many fingers I had in him, and I told him, “All of them.” “Fuck, yeah. Now add your thumb,” he snarled. When I told him that my thumb was in there, too, his eyes grew wide. “Fist me,” he said, so I poured more lube over my hand and slid in a little deeper. Gary was bucking around on my hand, and the whole thing slid in on one his downward thrusts. He rode my hand for a bit, and then it seemed to dawn on him that my hand was inside him. He asked me how it felt, and I said, “Hot and sweet.” He grinned and stopped his motions so that he could focus his attention on his ass and the new sensations he was experiencing. A first fist is always special, and the look on Gary’s face told me how much he liked it. I didn’t expect we would last too long, and Gary soon asked me to pull out. I took my time but let him know that I was always working my way out of his ass. His hole throbbed a few times around my hand, and his cock spewed out a healthy dump of precum when I hit his prostate. Once my hand was out of his ass, I was lucky to see the pulsations of his hairy hole. He looked down at me and said, “That was fucking awesome. I see why you guys like getting fisted now.” As we know, a good fisting bottom should also be a good fisting top, so Gary had now experienced both sides of the fist. We let him relax in the sling, with me stroking and patting his hole and Gary trading some more clouds with him. Eventually, Gary looked at me and said, “Your turn.” We helped him out of the sling, and I moved to get in it, but Gary told me to stay standing. He had me bend forward, facing the sling so that my upper body was supported by it. My legs had to spread out to stabilize me, and this gave him excellent access to my hole. Gary lubed up his hands, spread my ass cheeks, and slid his hairy paw right into my needy hole. Damn, it felt good, and, in this position, my face was buried in the leather of the sling. It had such a great smell to it that it made me even hornier, and I started backing up on his hand as he was pushing it deeper into me.

Chapters will be told from David’s perspective from now on. — 2. Stupid fucking bitch deserved to get pozzed. When he told me he was taking a gap year to apply for law school, while riding my bare cock telling me all these fucked up things? Why does he get to have a good life as a lawyer while I’m stuck being a waiter for dumb flight passengers? I figured out life wasn’t fair years ago. Parents treated me like crap. Teachers told me how dumb I was. People always treating me like trash, so I decided to embrace how rotted I truly was inside. But what fun would it be to be outwardly evil? You gotta lure people in. Convince them to fuck up their own lives. I was 23, young, and attractive. That dumb Asian faggot deserved all those poz loads. He’s going to be a dumbass lawyer for trusting a stranger so easily. Being a flight attendant has its perks. I get to stay in nice hotels during my overnights. Yes, it’s hectic not having a true home base, but I thrive from the anonymity. One of my favorite conquests was fucking up this guy training to become a doctor from New Mexico. Checked in to my hotel, cleaned up, and around 10 decided to hit the gay bars. Next flight isn’t until 6pm the next day, so I could go a little harder tonight. Chill crowd, but I spotted a couple. Super cute. One guy was tall, around my height 6’3”-6’4”, but less meat on his bones than me. The other was short around 5’7”, really muscular with a nice plump ass. He made my cock twitch. I had to have him. Walked up to them. Said hi and flirted by telling them how I saw them across the bar and liked their vibes. They laughed. The muscle boy was really into me. I made a point to touch him and linger long enough so that he noticed and his bf noticed. I bought us a couple rounds of shots. After we were loosened, I asked who’s bottom and who’s top. Muscle boy is exclusively bottom. He made sure to make eye contact me with me when he said it. Other guy is verse. I knew right then how I would get to dump my load in muscle boy tonight. I told them I was exclusively a top, and how hot it was meeting two guys that take cock because I can never seem to find bottoms. This was a lie. I told them how much I loved playing with couples. This was not a lie, but not the full truth either. I love fucking up couples. Sewing doubt. Making them question their desire and loyalty to each other. “This is gonna sound strange, but as a top, I prefer fucking verse guys over power bottoms. Sounds weird, but I think verse guys appreciate it more since they split duties,” I laughed. This caught both the boys by surprise. Tall verse boy looked at me and blushed. I grabbed his arm and said, “Hey can you get us another round?” I volunteered this dumb fucker and he agreed, leaving me and his hot bottom boy alone. “Play along. You’re the one I want. But gotta earn his trust.” The bottom boy gave me a mischievous look and kissed me really quickly. I squeezed his ass and stuck my hands down his pants, fingering his hole a bit. I took it out when I saw his bf approach.

here you go Ellentonboy 😈

I was signed up for this site by a boyfriend who really wanted me to build a reputation for being a cumdumpster, a tranny whore and a trashy faggot who takes loads from ANYONE, anytime, anywhere. the more dirty sites he signed me up to, the more loads he could get dumped in me by the more anonymous strangers, sex pigs and dirty daddies. he signed me up for this site, bbrt, pozconvert, and Grindr and posted ads for me all over the internet looking for men to use me. his goals were to get me fucked by as many men as possible and build me a reputation for being a sleazy fuckslut.

Thanks for all the comments! I really do appreciate any feedback people give. Had more time to work on this update. Going to try and start shooting for a weekly update, but not sure how well I can achieve it with work. Hope you enjoy! -- PART 6: Stoking the Flames “Jake?!” Matthew said with a gasp, hand in hand with her. “Matthew,” I replied curtly, looking down at their hands before looking back in his face. I kept my face completely emotionless. “What…. what are you doing here?” he asked, first looking at her, then me, then their hands intertwined, “Um… Jess… sweetheart, do you mind going up without me I need to talk with Jake… alone…” Looking at me with a satisfied smirk, she turned and smiled at Matt, giving him a huge kiss on the cheek before releasing his hand. “Not a problem baby! I’ll see you upstairs! I’ll miss you bunches sweetie!!!” she replied, her fake saccharine sweet tone grating against my nerves like nails on a chalkboard, as she stepped into the elevator. I watched as she pressed the button for our…. now her floor. She looked at her nails as the doors slowly closed, looking up for only a second to glare at me menacingly. I turned my attention back to Matthew. “She's a real gem,” I said, my tone flat, as I shifted the box in my arms. “Look, Jake, I wanted to tell you but…” Matthew replied, his face bright red from embarrassment. “You’ve just been so busy, right?” I said, blinking slowly at him, suddenly very tired of his bullshit. “Or, let me guess, you forgot?” “No, Jake, baby…” he stammered before I cut him off. “Oh no…” I said, take a step towards him, letting the coldness flow through the tone of my voice, a wave of satisfaction hitting me as he reflexively took a step away from me, “I'm not your ‘baby' anymore Matthew. That new job title is ALL on little Ms. Jess.” “Please Jake, let me just explain…” “Explain what exactly? How you slept around behind my back? I think if I’m smart enough to get a medical degree, I can understand that one without having you explain it to me. You wanted to stick your dick into something new, and boy, you really made sure it was something new,” I smiled, knowing it probably was more like a sneer. Shifting the box to my other hip, I started walking towards Matthew again, “And you know, now that I see the both you together? You two make just a perfect couple. Don’t worry though babe, I’m not here to mess that up. I’m just here to get my things from OUR apartment,” I said, my cold tone and quiet demeanor slowly pushing Matt back against the wall behind him. “Honey, please… it’s not like…” “It’s not like that? Hmmm…. let’s look at it from my point of view. You see, if you wanted an open relationship, you could have come to me and I just might have been open to trying it. Hell, if you wanted to spice things up in the bedroom, I would have tried anything you wanted. A threesome? Sure, why not. Needed to see if you were straight? Not where I saw you going, but something I’d be willing to talk about.” “Wait… really?” he asked, a small glimmer hope in his eyes. “Oh yeah… Absolutely,” I said, with a smile and adding a bit of fake flair to my voice, putting my hand next to his head and leaning in close to his ear, “I really, truly would have. Because I loved you with all my heart and I would have done anything to keep you happy. And I do mean ANYTHING. Things that that girl you’re playing house with up there would lose her shit over babe. Depraved things you can’t even begin to imagine. The type of shit you’d only find in the deepest, darkest porn. I would have fulfilled your nastiest fucking fantasies, just to make you happy and keep us together. Our time apart has shown me some new things about myself you probably would have really liked. Nasty, perverted things the likes you’d never believe, baby.” I let out a soft sigh across his ear and ran my hand through his hair, knowing it was a major turn on for him, watching as what I did made him shiver and bite his lip. I smiled cruelly, knowing he was getting turned on, as I could feel the beginning of a hard-on form in his pants against my leg. I leaned in even closer, giving it a small lick and started to whisper into his ear. “But you fucked all that up the second you went behind my back. When you packed up my shit into those boxes. And when you gave away my things to that piece of trash. Now? Now we are nothing. You aren't my baby, my sweetheart, my love, or any o those false platitudes. You took all the love in my heart for you and threw it into the trash. I could literally not give any less of a shit what you do now. Sleep with whoever you want. Enjoy this thing with that piece of ass. I really, truly don’t care. We are done. Any hope you had of us ever getting back together ended when you packed me away like an unwanted toy.” I gave him a small kiss on the cheek. I stepped back and started walking away. “Jake,” Matthew said, his voice almost needy, “Please… Don’t… I love y…” I stopped and looked over my shoulder. “Oh, no. Don’t even try that one on me. We both know what a big lie that is, and that little boy lawyers like you will always say anything to get what they want when they know they can’t have it.” I watched as he cringed, my words hitting him in the gut as I allowed myself to let every hateful thought I felt about him flow out of my mind and into my mouth. Was it low? Was it the below the belt? Absolutely, and he deserved it. With a smile, I tilted my head and regarded him one last time. “Oh! Before I let you watch me walk out that door one last time, I just have one more thing to tell you,” I said, a smile on my face that I knew didn’t reach my eyes, “Get your bitch her own laptop. If you ever give my shit away to someone else, I will personally make sure to come into your house while you sleep at night and cut your balls off myself. And we both know I have the time, the knowledge, the easy access to the supplies and most definitely the support staff to back that up. Goodbye, Matthew.” I walked out the front doors of my former home, a sense of satisfaction restored at being able to end things with Matthew on my terms. Sometimes, being an evil, heartless bitch felt amazing. — I walked back up to Whitehorn’s with a few minutes to spare, thankful that Eric was still there and waiting. Opening the door, he held it open and gave me a huge smile. “Hey! Jake! Glad you made it back in time!” he said, smoking a new pipe this time, puffing the fragrant smoke in my face. I took a small breath in and had to admit, it smelled wonderful. Different from the cigar for sure, but amazing nonetheless. “Yeah, had a little issue at the old apartment I had to take care of, “ I said, setting my box on the counter and with a grateful sigh rolling my shoulders. “Sorry to hear that man,” he said, taking another puff with a frown on his face. “Oh, nothing major, just had a run-in with the ex and such,” I said, shrugging my shoulders, amazed at how much better I felt after telling Matt off. I turned my attention to the different pipes on display on the counter. “Oh…” he said, looking down at the slightly open box. “I guess you and she didn’t end on good terms?” he said, looking back up at me. “Her? No…. him…. my boyfr… my ex-boyfriend…” I said. “Oh I just assumed since…” he continued with a bit of confusion on his face. “Since?” I asked, not sure where he was going. Pointing down into the box, I looked down at what he was showing me and I let out a sigh. “I mean, pink and sparkly? I wouldn’t exactly call that masculine…” he said with a snort, before letting the smoke from his pipe pour out of his mouth and nose. “Yeah. I can see what you mean. That would be the handy work of my ex’s new girlfriend,” I said turning my attention to one of the displays as Eric continued to move around and straighten up things and turn lights off. “Damn. Traded you in on a girl? That’s fucking cold,” he said, giving me a look of pity. “Wanna talk about it?” I told him the entire story of my breakup, from walking in on Matthew to the satisfying breakup as he finished closing everything up, omitting only the sex parts. He said nothing as he worked except the few outraged replies and angered growls, just puffing at his pipe while letting me vent my entire story out. As I finished, he moved my purchase to the top of my box. “Wow,” he said, speechless for a moment, “Just. Wow. What a fucking douchebag. Fucker deserved everything you gave him. I mean fuck! If I had a smart and sexy guy like you, I’d never let your ass get out of my grip, much less leave our bed!” That one sentence got my immediate attention. “Oh… you’re…” I said, definitely sure now that he was not only flirting earlier but actually being toned down. “Gay as fuck? Shit rainbows and fart glitter? You bet,” he said with a smile as he took a deep puff. He let the smoke out with a large nose jet. “Shit rainbows and fart glitter? That’s a new one. I’ll have to remember that, “ I said, as I let out a small laugh, transfixed by the display of his smoking. “Feel free to use it,” Eric said, taking a few more puffs before reaching under the counter and grabbing a well-worn leather satchel, “Well, shop’s all closed up. Time to leave.” I followed him out the door as he set the alarm, before pulling out a set of keys from his bag. I stood there checking out his firm ass, as he turned around and locked doors. “Look, man,” he started, turning back around, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and bringing it up to the bowl of the pipe. He took a few puffs which make the bowl smoke even more. I watched with interest as he took a deep inhale that he nose jetted out, “This is probably pretty forward. I know you’re fresh out of a relationship. Same here. Not nearly the nasty breakup like yours, but still. If you ever want to meet up and chat, or take it up a notch and take me up on that pipe lesson offer, or even just hook up for a quick smoke fuck, hit me up. You’re one sexy piece of ass, and the fact you’re into smoking is a major plus in my book… And I’d definitely love to get us both puffing away naked sometime and find out how freaky you can get. If you’d be into that kind of thing.” I watched as he reached down, grabbing his cock through his pants and showed made his bulge more prominent. “I kinda have a feeling you are, though,” he said with a smile, taking another puff of the pipe. “You… I…” I spit out, unable to form a sentence at the sudden change in Eric’s attitude outside the shop. I would never have guessed this guy had a dark, kinky side. Though, I guess the same could be said of me. “I saw you checking me you earlier, sexy… getting hard as you saw me smoke,” he said with a wink, “and you’ve had me boned up all day thinking about you lighting up those thick stogies. Something tells me that you’ve been smoking them longer than you let on.” With that, he handed me his business card, and on the back was a telephone number. “That’s my cell. I don’t give it out to just anyone, so… Give me a call soon, stud?” he asked, rubbing his thumb on the back of my hand as I took the card from. “Um… sure!” I said, shocked but pleasantly surprised before blurting out, “Do you need mine?” “Text me and I’ll add you. Well, I gotta go meet up with a few friends tonight for a thing I promised to do with them. I want to see you again soon though,” Eric said, putting his hand on my shoulder and rubbed it with his thumb as he took a deep inhale on his pipe and then pulling it back out of his mouth. “Defini-“ I began to say when he mashed his lips against mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth and blowing his smoke into me. His hand held against the back of my head, holding me against him as I breathed it in, my cock instantly got hard. We stood there for several moments, kissing deeply as our tongues slid against each other. He stepped away, a grin on his face as I slowly exhaled, savoring the taste of his pipe smoke as the thick cloud poured out of my mouth and nose. “Just what I was hoping for. Later hot stuff,” he said, winking at me as placed the pipe in his mouth again and started walking towards the parking lot across the street. I stood there for a minute in a stupor, bringing my fingers to my lips as while watching him as he hopped into a small SUV and drove off, waving to me as he passed with his pipe dangling out of the side of his mouth, the only thing in my mind that I seriously needed to get a pipe or two. Finally snapping out of it, I blinked a few times and walked down the street towards my apartment. Almost to my building, I stopped, looking at the adult bookstore from the night before. I was horny and knew I was going to need to get some relief later at the glory holes. That’s when I realized it. Poppers and an ass plug. I definitely had enjoyed using the poppers every time I had access to them. And as for the plug, with the amount of cum I would hopefully take up my ass very soon, I knew I would need something substantial to keep them trapped inside. My ass ached to be flooded, and I wanted to take all my hard earned prizes home. Walking in, I looked back to the back towards the video booths counter, hoping that Kyle would be there to ask for help. Sadly, instead, there was a small twink guy with bright blue hair, texting away on his phone looking bored. Disappointed, I went to where I saw the poppers before, and after a while found a bottle that looked similar to the ones Kyle had shoved under my nose. The bottle proudly displayed ‘Super Rush’. Next, I walked over to the butt plug and my mind nearly shut down at all the choices. They came in sizes big and small. They could be made of glass, metal, rubber, silicon. Inflating, vibrating, cellular connected. Tails, cock rings, even jeweled. I shuddered at the last one. After the horror that my laptop had become, I could never look at rhinestones and fake crystals the same way again. And then, I saw it. The box called it a jock style plug, and it spoke to me with how it looked like a giant cock, but still, would work like a normal plug. Plus, it came in a two pack, so if one was too big, I could go with a smaller one. Going up to the counter, I paid for the items and threw them into the bag with the cigar supplies. Satisfied, I walked back out and realized as my stomach growled that I had no groceries. Thankfully, on my previous adventures in the neighborhood, I had discovered a decent grocery store, and so I walked across the street to it. A quick run through the aisles and I had a few TV dinners and a couple other staples to last me until I could make a full run to the store the next day. Laden down with both the box and my grocery bags, I walked back and entered my building. With a small lift of my fingers in a wave to Amal, who was talking on the phone, I then proceeded to call the elevator. While I waited, I shuffled the things in my hands and pulled out my phone. Flipping through the numbers, I sent a text message to Kyle: Hey, it’s Jake from last night. If I were to go to the video booths, what time should I go?? I watched as the message sent, and got into the elevator. Looking at my watch, it proudly displayed 6:45 pm. The doors opened, and I looked at my door which caused me to let out a slight curse. Maintenance In Progress, Please Come In Well, I sighed to myself, looks like I’ll have to wait until they are done to try out the purchases. With a groan, I opened the door, and walked in, setting down everything. “Hello?” I called out loud, looking for the maintenance man. “Sorry, in here,” I heard a muffled voice say, coming from the utility closet. Something about it sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. A ding from my phone interrupted my train of thought on where I knew the voice. As I read the reply from Kyle: Depends. y? Me: Well… it’s been a day. And I need to get rid of some stress. Was hoping to have fun like last night. Picked up some poppers and a few cigars. Have a few with your name on them as a thank you. Kyle: fuck! not there tonight, but you tell benny the twink at the front i said you can go in on the friend discount. have to get you to come by a different time so we can enjoy the gars in style fucker Kyle: 2 answer the other ? tho i would say if u want loads dripping out ur cunt like the fuckin slut u are, go after 10 tonight Me: Seriously? Thx! Me: Wait… Slut? I've only ever been there once! lol Kyle: and u were a hot nasty cumdump pig. loved seeing that latin fukkers load drip out ur pussy and watching you take my prick and inhale my fuckin gar man. you have a great hole btw. so tight n made to suck out jizz. wish i was there to watch you get filled with cocksnot til u drip. Kyle: so wanna feed your lungs a few reds and sum more gar smoke, then when ur high on smoke, fuck you up on poppers n get u 2 back your hole up on some nice anon raw dick Kyle: have 2 also get u 2 the bathhouse sometime too. u wood be real popular there. maybe give u the grand tour and have a few buds give you some extra special loads. i know theyd love to take a long hard ride in your ass before filling up ur cunt w their hot swimmers Me: Might just do that. All of that sounds pretty fucking hot actually lol Kyle: just let benny know ur looking to be a cum dumpster 2nite. he’ll send em ur way. btw, he says some preppy guy that fit what i said you look like just came in and bought a nice fuckin set of ass plugs and sum high power poppers. that u? Me: Yeah… I tried to find the kind of poppers you used. And I bought a set of butt plugs that looked really hot. Kyle: hot damn fucker. please tell me its for the loads tonight? u gonna fill up ur hole and let em marinate all night? Me: Maybe…? Kyle: fuck!!! making me wish i was there to help you trap all that ass grease into your cum pit. gonna make you smoke so much more next time we fuck together now i know ur a smoke pig. would love to watch you smoke some reds. watch em dangle from your lips. maybe even give u my piss. Me: Never tried them or piss, but I’m game for both. Kyle: fuckin nice bud! so hot that you are turning into a nasty breeding piggy. never would have pegged u 4 one, but fuckin love it. use booth #8 bro. small enough you can get it from both end anon. hungry pig like you needs it anyway he can. cant wait to fuck your dripping boy pussy again and add my wad. gtg tho Me: ok. ttyl Shit, I have to kill a few hours, I thought to myself. My cock throbbed at the thoughts of what might go on tonight, and I felt antsy, wishing I could start sooner. Maybe I could smoke one of the cigars and get high on the poppers, then work the smaller plug inside me. But first, I’d have to wait for the maintenance guy to leave. Resigned, I unloaded my groceries as I turned my attention back to the voice in the closet. “Oh, sorry. Um… important work text I had to answer. Just didn’t want to startle you when I walked in,” I called out, suddenly realizing I had never replied back to the maintenance worker. Taking my box from the old apartment into my room, I placed it on the ground next to the dresser and made the bed, which I had forgotten to do the night before, picking up a few clothes and putting them into a pile before I reached down and grabbed my used underwear from the night before. Looking at the doorway, I briefly took a quick sniff of the dirty garments, enjoying the smell of dried cum before throwing them in the pile. Grabbing the cigars and supplies, I walked back out and nearly dropped the bag as I was confronted by someone I definitely didn't expect to see. “Holy shit…” I said, slowly, walking up to the kitchen counter, ”Jackson?” Standing in front of me was the man who had introduced me to smoke sex and barebacking. He gave me a slight look of shock as he realized instantly who I was. “Shit! Jake, right?” he said, wiping the sweat from his brow, clearly out of breath. “Yeah, um… why are you…” I began, my nervous habit kicking in again as I began to scratch the back of my neck. Without speaking, he pointed to his shirt, clearly labeled “Maintenance.” Turning back to the new washer and dryer now sitting in the utility closet, he pressed the start button on both, smiling as both started up perfectly. Shutting both off again, he turned his attention back to me. “How have you been? I mean, good I’d guess. Got a new place obviously!” he said, smiling and he went over to and washed his hands before drying them on his shirt, “But things have been going better since I last saw you I hope?” “Yeah, um… Things are better for sure. I just moved in yesterday,” I said, unable to stop staring at him. He looked almost unrecognizable in the polo shirt and lack of prominent piercings, “Why are you working here though? I mean, I thought you did construction work…” “Oh yeah. I still do,” he said, before opening the cabinets to pull out a glass. “Hey, do you mind if I get some water? Been standing on my head for an hour and these polos don't breath at all.” “Sure…” I said, waiting for an answer. I watched as he filled the glass and gulped it down. Setting it in the sink, he turned around and fanned his shirt as he continued. “Little brother is the property manager. He started on a few months back, and his team lost several of the maintenance crew. Few of them to another building and the rest had to be fired. He asked if I could fill in,” he said, as I nodded, checking him out. If anything, he looked even hotter than before, “I love my little bro, and he was in a pretty rough patch. Between that and the cooler weather cutting down on my work, I said sure. So, steady income and benefits until I want to leave. Also get better hours than on my own. In fact, you’re the last job of the day and I get to go home.” “Oh, cool,” I said, feeling my cock harden at the memory of his cock, now a prominent bulge in his pants, filling my ass. “How about you?” he asked, apparently enjoying the fact I couldn't stop staring. “Not much I guess…” I said, trailing off, slightly embarrassed as he made his way over to me before grabbing the bag in my hand. “Damn!” he exclaimed, looking at the name on the side of the bag, “Looks like someone has good taste.” I blushed as he gave me a huge smile. “I, uh… yeah…” I said, muttering slightly trying to come up with something to say, “Kinda have you to blame.” “Shit! Really?” he said, peeking inside of the bag as he sat it on the counter, “How is that?” “You got me really turned on to cigars that night… well, among other things…” I said, still slightly embarrassed. “Double fucking damn!” he said, smiling and rubbing his crotch, an evil grin on his face, “Don’t mean to intrude but… mind if we fire up few of these fuckers? Been dying for a smoke all day, and I’m now officially off the clock. And,” he said, reaching in and pulling out the bottle of poppers as well as the butt plugs, “It looks like you came prepared to play hard, boy. I seem to remember that you owe me a few cigars from the other night.” With a huge grin, he walked over to counter next to me and set the bag down before reaching into the bag and pulling out two of the large Asylums I had purchased. Unwrapping them from their cellophane, he ran one under his nose, inhaling deeply, before reaching over and setting the bottle of poppers in front of me. Next, he opened the butt plugs and taking the smaller one, licked the bottom and shoved it onto the side of the cabinets, where it stuck firmly. “You’re gonna need these poppers with the hard fuck I’m gonna give your tight hole, boy,” he said before he reached down to grab my dick through my pants, “And when I’m done, I’m gonna trap my loads deep inside your cunt.” I put my forehead against his chest, breathing in his sweaty, manly scent, mixed with the faint smell of cigar smoke. I moaned in pleasure. “In the mood for some fun then?” he growled, squeezing my cock, “Want to take a few loads to keep that hole warm all night and let me really fuck those lungs of yours?” Immediately my cock strained even harder in my pants, the thought of having a repeat of that first night made my hole ache to be stretched and filled, and my lungs hungered for the smoke. Slowly, I began to nod.

I had secretly fantasized about getting charged up. I'm a bareback bottom , love to get fucked, and having a guy breed my hole. The idea of having a hot guy fuck me and blow his dirty seed in all in my ass had inspired many spank marathons. I'm sure that I have taken a poz load before not knowing the status of whoever was fucking me or really even caring for that matter. I had never knowingly let a guy that was pozfuck me. One night I was cruising all the slut sites looking for other bareback guys to play with when this really hot guy messaged me. He said that he had read in my profile that I liked to go bare and that I was a btm. He told me that he was looking for a hole to use for the evening. That got my attention I had never been submissive and must admit it had been another fantasy of mine to completely give up control. He asked me if I was into pnp and I told him that I do party sometimes. We chatted a little while with the standard Q&A, u know how big, what position, where to cum. Then I asked poz/neg? He responded with poz. I told him that I was neg. To which he responded "u want to get a charged load n u tonight?" I was shocked and very turned on, I asked him if he fucked neg guys bareback. He told me he did all the time and that he even hosted several conversion partys. I wasn't familiar with the term, he explained that a conversion party was were a group of poz tops get together and breed a neg guy. The sole reason purpose was to spread dirty seed, and infect the neg btm. Before I could answer he asked me if I liked to pnp. I told him that I did, but I didn't have any party supplies. He said that if I wanted I could come over to his place and get ass fucked and get high. He asked me if I had ever slammed, I told him that I had been slammed before but I was terrified of needles. "I'm very good at slamming others" he returned. Should I go? The thought of getting slammed and pounded was so tempting but was I ready to take that step towards becoming poz? "I might ass well" I responded. He gave me directions and I was on my way. When I got to his house we sat and talked a while. He told me that he was going to enjoy planting his dirty seed in me, then asked me if I liked groups. I told him yes and he said good that he would get us slammed then have a few of his top buddies stop by and load my ass. He told me that I was going be a cum dump for him and his friends. I asked him if the guys were poz or neg he told me that they were poz. This made my dick begin to grow. He got the slam ready and did me first. When he released the belt on my arm I could feel the rush hit me instantly. Then came the cough. It was very strong. He did himself and sat down on the bed next to me. I started sucking his dick while I was taking off my clothes. He stood up bent me over the side of the bed, lubed my hole up with some elbow grease that was laying on the bed, and shoved his dick all the way in. Normally this would have brought tears to my eyes and a fist to his face, but it didn't even really hurt, I guess I was so high that I couldn't feel it. It wasn't long before he started to pound really hard and said he was about to cum. He stopped and pulled out and made me tell him that I wanted his seed. Which I told him. He managed to get his dick back inside me, and with a few hard thrust he unloaded in my hole. He walked out of the room and told me to stay put. When he returned he had a collar and some restraints, which he fastened on my wrist, ankles, and neck. Then I followed him into another room, it was a play room, with a sling, TV playing porn, fuck bench, some toys and lube and a computer set up with a web cam. He helped me into the sling and hooked the restraints to the chain supports. Then started to cruise the sex sites for tops to come and try out my hole. In no time 15 or 20 mins. there were three guys in line to blow their load in tight hole, and five more on the way. I realized that I had just came to this guy's house let him drop a charged load n me and now was going to be a cum dump for whoever accepted his invitation, and I hadn't even gotten my benefactor's name. He walked over to the sling and let me know that the web cam was on and I was going to be used all weekend. There must have been ten or more guys that had charged my ass with dirty seed before the slam started to fade away. He could tell that I was beginning to come down and he mixed up a booty bump and told me to get on the floor face down with my ass in the air, as he unlocked the restraints. Once I was on the floor he inserted the booty bump and told me to squeeze my ass tight so that the booty bump and all the spunk wouldn't drip out. As I started to feel my stomach cramp up from the booty bump he dressed me and told me that we were going to the baths and that I was going to take all loads. He rented one of the sling rooms and told me to get into the sling as he mixed up another booty bump. I secured the restraints myself, all but one arm. He came over secured the last arm and started to insert another booty bump. I told him that I was okay for now. To this he responded by placing a ball gag n my mouth and continued with my booty bump. It had only been about twenty minutes since the last one. Now I was so high that I couldn't focus or see straight. He began to fuck me again, telling my how sloppy my hole was and that when he had fucked me the first time that he had ripped me. He said that he knew because when he pulled out there was blood all over his dick. He said that was a good thing, it would make it easier to ensure that my neg status was gone for good. Then he told me that he had used a .4 needle for my slam and that when he slammed me, there was still a good bit of his poison blood in it, and now it was running thru my veins. He must have been fucking me for at least an hour, not that I was complaining. My ass was so hungry from the booty bumps that the only thing I could think about was getting more dick. He shot another death load in me then opened the door and walked away. It was a few mins before the first guy walked in and began to get his dick hard so that he could fuck me. He was a much older man probably 55 or 60 but he had a huge cock. He came after about five mins of fucking, wiped his dick off and left. I didn't realize that there was a group of four guys waiting, they took turns one after the other all loading my eager ass. A while later my friend returned, closed the door and mixed up a huge booty bump. He squeezed it into my hole and for good measure he pushed a large rock of meth up my ass with his finger. He massaged it until it was completely dissolved. Then he removed the ball gag and asked me how I was doing. I was so high I couldn't hardly answer but I managed to say that I was feeling a little dizzy and hot. He gave me a bottle of water and told me to drink it all as he unlocked the restraints. I drank the water and instantly began to feel better. He said that he had to leave to do something but that he would be back. Then he told me that he had left a message on the all the dry erase boards saying there was a "eager ass in the sling room taking all loads POZ IS A PLUS" as he left. I knew that I should probably get up and leave but the meth was starting to take effect. So I waited. It wasn't long before a line began to form, I eagerly took every load that was offered. I'm not sure how long I was there in the sling room or how many guys filled my hole with their juice. When I finally started to come down from the meth climbed out of the sling, put on my clothes, and left the bath house. I felt so trashy when I walked into the day light, like everyone knew what I had just done. Not to mention that there was a wet place on the ass of my jeans where some of the spunk had slipped out of my now opened hole. It has been a few months since that happened so I'm not sure what my status is but I did feel like I had the flu about 2 or 3 weeks after it happened. [For the record - be really careful about drug use guys. Drug use can definitely kill you and while a few can manage their drug use, many others can't and you never know which camp you'll be in... Plus, real sluts don't need drugs to be slutty...]

Started chatting with a guy online who wanted to pnp while his bf was out of town. I showed up at his place and he immediately offered me his pipe. After several big hits, we got undressed and started feeling each other up. I came prelubed and soon as he was hard, I bent over and he slid inside me. He was about 7” thick and he didnt last very long. He apologized and let me take a few more hits of his pipe. I was still horny when I left, so I decided to stop by The Club. I got situated in a room and very quickly made eyes with a hot Hispanic guy. He stepped in my room and started sucking me off. He reached around and felt my lubed ass and growled when he felt it leaking. He got up and turned me around and bent me over the bed. He started reaching for a condom and I said fuck me raw. He said you cool if I am poz and I repeated fuck me raw. I thought the next thing I would feel in my ass was his dick, but it was fingers instead. He started with one and slowly started increasing the numbers. I realized quickly he was going to try to fist me. I took a big hit of poppers and decided to let this happen. I have never felt something so intense and I was oozing a ton of precum. After loosening me up, he pulled out and shoved his dick in. He began pounding me while I moanded into the pillow. After awhile he pushed me down on my stomach, he grabbed my arms and pulled them around to my back and held them there. He didnt want me to move. He slid his legs up on my side and I could instantly feel his dick poking my prostate. He said he was close and asked if I was ready for his load. I moaned yes louder than expected and the next thing I know he was unloading in me. He laid on top of me for a few minutes and then pulled out. I thought he would leave but instead I started feeling his fingers in my ass again. He asked if this was my first time attempting to get fisted and I said yes. He asked if I wanted to go to his place because he had supplies to make it easier for me. I told him I was up for it and I was ready when he was. More to come…

Looking to breed some beefy midwestern ass. Anyone got any Chicago recs? Planning on going to steamworks one of the nights I'm there.

I don't do too many big events but when I have i think guys get too greedy. They all walk around looking for the hottest guy and end up with nothing. I remember one club event I watched an older Asian guy with a smaller size cock get rejected by a few younger guys. I went over and asked if he wanted to fuck me. He was so happy. Next thing I know he is telling everyone I was open for business.

I can't wait to see Carl's boys getting pozzed by their new stepdad!

I'd definitely say they all sound like lovely options. If you know it'll be a long night try to get a facial or two and wear it as long as you can.

Fort Troff makes a gravity bag shower hose. Not as good as a mounted hose but doesn’t require any tools to move from place to place. I have one and am happy with it. It accepts all the standard shower attachments.

The twins asked their dad and granddad if they could talk to them the next morning. Nick made then all coffee and they sat in the living room “So what’s up boys?” Nick asked brightly. Nick was a morning person. When he woke up he was wide awake and ready to go Tex was his opposite in this. He seemed to hunch over his coffee cup like a sleepy vulture as he sat in his favorite armchair Dale sat holding Chip’s hand on the couch “This is kind of embarrassing, but I’m sure you have guessed that the two of us have almost no sexual experience. Neither of us has been with a more experienced lover so we are just sort of floundering around. It’s not the kind of thing boys usually ask their dads and granddads, but can you two teach us about gay sex?” he asked blushing as red as his hair Tex was suddenly wide awake, he seemed to straighten then leaned back in his chair, spread his legs a little and relaxed as he sipped his coffee. Everyone in the room could see what he thought of the idea bt the way his loose shorts started to tent up as his cock rose. 11 haed inches is pretty obvious in loose shorts Nick was excited by the idea as well but these were his sons and he wanted to be sure he knew exactly what they wanted. This was not the time to make assumptions “Do you want us to be hands on teachers, with all that that entails, or do you want us to be hands off instructors, just explaining things as best we can? Either way Tex and I will be happy to help you” he said Tex gaped at him like he was insane. Nick knew the second option would never even have occurred to his horny husband/father and even if it had he never would have brought it up “Tex, I love you but you are a terrible old lecher, They shouldn’t be pressured into something they may not want. Some couples actually want monogamy” Nick said, blandly “You know, that second option never occurred to us. I think we need to talk about it for a minute” Chip said and he and Dale stepped out into the pool area where they talked quietly The dirty look Tex gave him made Nick roll his eyes The boys stepped in and Dale said “If it’s ok with you two, we would like it to be hands off instruction” Nick nodded, inwardly disappointed but then he noticed the boys were not paying him the slightest bit of attention. They were watching Tex who looked like a little boy who had just watched someone kick his brand new puppy. The look of disappointment on his face was almost comical The twins ;et it go on for a minute or so then collapsed into gales of helpless laughter and after a second Nick joined them as he realized the boys were playing Tex like a fiddle It took Tex a moment to realize he had been had then he got a slightly pissed off look that was only mollified by having a grandson sitting on each knee, giving him sweet kisses that involved a lot of tongue action After Tex was kissed into a better mood he cupped both his grandson’s asses in his large hands and said “So when do you want to start?" “We have no plans for today” The twins said together They took the bots up to their bedroom and had them strip, admiring the twin beauties now before them “Ok, first we are going to show you what you can learn from us” Tex said They striped themselves and had each boy sit on a corner of their bed, then got on their knees in front of them and started licking those almost hairless balls, sucking each into their mouths then they licked their way up those eight inch shafts After years of tutelage from Tex, Nick was every bit as good a cock sucker as his father was. They circled the twin’s sensitive heads with flicking tongues then slowly took them into their mouths, Nick worked on Dale while Tex had Chip. The boys moaned and gasped as Dad and Grandpa kept them on the edge of cumming for almost an hour. all the while working fingers up their asses. Each boy was easily taking three fingers by the time they were allowed to cum Nick and Tex each got a sweet mouthful of barely adult, incestuous cum but they didn’t pause. As the twins gasped, their minds almost blank from being kept on the edge do long, each older man lubed his cock, hooked their descendant’s legs on their shoulders, pushed them onto their backs and slid their toxic poz cocks into those defenseless neg holes By the time the twins came back to their senses they were being fucked with slow steady thrusts When the two older men noticed the boys were actually aware of what was happening they started kissing them deeply, filling those inexperienced mouths with their tongues. Nick broke the kiss and looked into Dale’s eyes. “I’m going to breed you Son. After today you will have my incestuous viral babies in your blood forever. Do you want your father to get you pregnant Son?” he asked Dale groaned and nodded, feeling such incredible love and desire for his father. “Breed me Dad. Knock me up with the cock that made me! Give me your incest baby!” he moaned as he clung to his Dad, pushing his hips up to met those thrusts Tex slid in and out of his grandson’s tight neg hole, The boy was taking all 11 inches of his shaft and he gasper in pain mixed with pleasure every time Tex popped through his inner ting “You love your grandpa’s 11 inches in you don’t you slut boy? Your Dad made you for his Dad to fuck! It’s why you were born, to be Grandpa’s little cumdump, Grandpa has something special in his cum for you, My special toxic gift. You get to keep it forever! You will always remember it was Grandpa who gave you HIV!” he whispered in the neg boy beneath him “Poz me Grandpa! Give me your baby! I want to be your good grandson/cumdump. Make me a little slut for my grandpa!” Chip told him, grinding up onto that huge family cock that felt so good in his ass Nick and Tex both pushed in deep as they could and impregnated a twin with HIV incest babies. The infection took from that first fuck for both of them. Their sons/grandsons were pozzed and there was no turning back for them They rested for a while then went out for some lunch and in the afternoon began to teach the boys how to suck cock Next the twins approached Barry and Wade about being with them and Alan someday. “I’d love to in a few months boys'' Wade said sounding flattered and thrilled “The three of us made a commitment that the first six months after out wedding we would only be with each other but when that tine is up, hell yes!” In three months, by the time the boys got their positive test results, the twins were more than adequate in bed Their first year in college was going well. Their neighbors sons, Karl and Charly, were in their first yeat of graduate studies and they showed them the ropes at school and in their apartment just off campus They got education in both economics and bondage at the same time. Chip in particular loved being tied up, blindfolded and gang fucked. Karl, Charly and Dale would take him to a hotel room, totally immobilize him, put a leather hood on him that covered his eyes and enough of his face that people would not recognize him after, and them make out and fuck in the other bed as they watch complete strangers come in, drop their pants, breed Chip then leave after putting a mark on his ass with a grease pencil. They usually started advertising three days in advance on every hookup site they could find with: “18 year old cumdump, tied up and taking loads from anyone over 18 who has a cock” They watched chubby guys, fit guys, thin guys, guts who looked to be in their 70s and guys who looked like they lived in an HIV hospice who were so thin and waisted they looked like this might be the last load they ever shot. They used some hidden cameras around the room to get pictures of them all. “Who was that guy with the cock that felt bigger than Grandpa’s?” Chip asked after they had shut down for the night “He hurt my hole so good and I think I have bruises on my ass from his bony hips” Dale pulled up the guys picture, The camera had caught a perfect angle on the man. He had long, unkempt, greasy hair, a scraggly beard, and a large scar on cheek, his muscles hung loosely on his tall lanky body and you could count his ribs. His pelvis had no padding left at all and on his stomach was a large biohazard tattoo over the words :Apex Predator” His cock hung down a foot and looked even more oversized because of his thin, frail looking body It was the thickest cock any of them had ever seen. “It’s bigger than cousin Mike’s” Karl said in awe. The current world record holder for largest cock in the world was 13 ½ inches, This guy might just have taken the record from him The sexiest thing about him though was the evil, predatory gleam in his green eyes that seemd to glow and the sneer of contempt on his face as he approached the bed “Fuck, he’s beautiful” Chip said. “I'm ,lucky I got his load” and they all agreed, their holes twitching a little in response to the man Karl had one other thought “That’s what my dad, Zeke would have become if Tommy had not saved him from the darkness” They repeated the scene every month or so, To their surprise the “Apex Predator” man continued to show up and actually looked healthier each time. The Angel Strain of HIV they all were infected with had a 60% chance of a top fucking an infected bottom catching it. It was a non-lethal strain, overrode other strains of HIV and kept them under control. By breeding Chip, the man had saved his own life. He went on to infect hundreds of neg boys in his greatly expanded life after that. ************************** For the second time Nick got a call from someone he thought he would never hear from again He answered his phone“ Hello Gwen, how are you?” trying to sound pleasant “Like you fucking care” Gwen snapped, then she sighed “Sorry Nick, old habits die hard. I’ve been ok, mostly thanks to the money you send every month. It’s gotten me through some tough spots” Nick had set up a fund that automatically sent Gwen money every month about a year into his marriage with Tex. In a way, her bitchiness was responsible for the happy life he led now “Listen, I need a favor, I had a secret I never told the family. You remember the time I vanished for about a year? I think you were a senior in high school at the time” she said “Vaguely” Nick said. Gwen was a couple years older than him and had lived in a different town so he had not been very aware of her during those years “Nick, I was pregnant. I went away to have the baby and I gave him to a friend to raise, the woman who took me in when you married Tex. He’s 18 now and wants to go to college but we can’t afford to send him. He’s a good kid Nick. Nothing like me, or at least the me you used to know. He doesn’t know that I am his mom nut his father was your cousin Alvin” Alvin had been his mom’s nephew, He had died in a motorcycle crash about the time Gwen would have been pregnant. Gwen’s son was related to him on both sides of the family, though Gwen only knew about half of it “It’s a lot to ask but can you help him out? He’s worked hard in school and got good grades. He deserves a better chance than we can give him” Nick didn’t even consider saying no. The boy was family in more ways than one and he had always liked cousin Alvin “Sure I will help. Paying for an education is not really a strain for me” He answered “Thank you. You are truly a good man. After how I treated you I would not have blamed you if you had not even answered the phone” “Where does he want to go?” Nick asked “He hasn’t decided yet, He was thinking he would have to take classes at the local community college while he saved money for a state school” She replied “Tell him he can afford to go to the best school he can get into and also tell him not to worry about working, just concentrate on getting good grades” Nick said Nick set up a trust fund for the young man whose name was Jared J. Jordan, at least that was the name that was on the debit card Nick had sent to him He didn’t mention his boys, who would be starting their 2nd year in college when Jared started his first to Gwen He also didn’t mention Jared to the family, mostly because Tex would probably hunt him doan and fuck him in his quest to poz every male relative he had and if that happened Jared would probably learn their secret and it just might get back to Gwen. At this point there was nothing she could do about it but she could try to raise a fuss “Why invite trouble?” Nick said and kept his mouth shut ****************** The twins learned about Master/slave play rom Barry, Wade and Alan. They were going to do Daddy/son play at first but decided to keep that with Nick and Tex The boys spent every other Sunday collared, leashed and on their knees before Master Wade, who shared them with his husband and his Son. Both boys loved the feeling of Wade’s fur as it rubbed their backs while he fucked them. They discovered a fetish for combing his beautiful, silver body fur as well as trimming his facial hair, They spent at least an hour each time grooming and worshiping the furry man, his cock and his balls Eventually Barry and Alan would take the days the boys visited to spend time together alone, only occasionally fucking the twins. Alan was happy in his relationship with his Dad and his Dad’s husband, but a little part of him wanted a love like they shared for his own Chip and Dale were excited as their 2nd year of college started. In a little over a year their world had expanded so much! They wondered what new adventures this next year would bring ******************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Alan’s special guy I’m tempted to write about Apex Predator but it would be so hard. I would have to beat the “Tommy” characters off with a stick. You have probably noticed I like my characters to find love, but that would just turn Apex into another Zeke Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Been topping mostly the past few months and have had some hot times in the back of my lifted diesel F250 super duty. It’s got dark tinted windows and perfect for some hot sex. I think this truck has made me more alpha top as it’s uber masculine driving it around and getting lots of looks from hot fellow dudes. I’ve also been sucking a lot of cocks in the back seat. One day, driving around town, sucked off four men all within an hour.

Yea as @BootmanLA mentioned it will absorb fluid. The lower GI tract is designed to absorb. Before intravenous access was developed the rectum was a more common route for med administration, especially for those who could not swallow. After a night out I usually try to hold in the loads for a couple days. Most of the time the cum gets reduced down into a paste. Also dependent on how much lube I’ve had churning in my hole.

Stay until 15 minutes before closing. You'll become alot more attractive and desirable.

Pulling out / back shots. Wasting a good load on a bottoms back or ass crack to prove the top "finished." If you want a money shot get a camera under the top's taint so you can see it pulse while he pumps his load.

So i was trying to get with this really hot guy tonight. we went to a few bars and shit, and anyways, he dropped me at home. Funny thing is, he was apparently into me, but didn't think i was into him and visa versa! so i txt him thanks, and subtly said... wish i could have charmed ur 9inch snake, and he was like... fuck... why didn't u ask, i was dying to play with you all night. so anyways, unfortunately he's already got home. so plan B also flaked out. the 20 yr old from sunday night was supposed to come. txt me saying he was in the shower, and that was the last i heard. I'd invited another bttm guy who i'd only found out today would take me raw load, but because of the wishy washy timing, everything FUCKED OUT!! so i jumped online, and after trawling for about an hour (because there are fuck all people in christchurch, and even less into bb), i finally get this hot looking muscle guy (no face pic) message me asking if i'd be blindfolded waiting ass in the air. he wants to breed me. BINGO! I invited him around, and he was there on time. sucked his cock, which was a nice length (couldn't see anything) and tasted really good. i really love sucking cock, when its kinda manly smelling, but not funky smelling. After he was hard, he slide in my hole raw (yuss) and started pounding me. fuck, this dude didn't wait wait for me to catch my breath.... the whole thing was inside and he was pounding me really good. it was fucking awesome!! he only lasted about 5 minutes in my tight hole, because he started tensing my, and i pushed back with all my might, so i could get him nice and deep, and he bred me with his load. fuck... what a big load too. he then left, and i got up... and am now looking for a second load (probably won't get it). talking to my mate in Brisbane - really gorgeous fella i met on bbrt. he asked me to cam quickly, and show him the load dripping from my ass, which i did, then i scooped it all back up and fingered it inside my hole. lets hope i can find another load... Link: originally posted 25 March 2010

I was born as faggot.... I was born to serve men

I had crabs 30 years ago, syphilis a few times....the most recent was in December and was pozzed in 2007..

Dr Mike – biohazard and healer – Part 1 – The First Office Visit *All of the other stories I have posted have been real life hook ups and connections. This story’s premise is based on real life, but it becomes fiction once I go to Dr Mike’s office as I never did get up the nerve to go.* It was my second summer living in DC and I had been poz for about a year. One of my bareback fuck buddies at the time was a guy who worked for a local non-profit group. Where I was fairly conservative in appearance, Nathan had a nose ring, tats, and sometimes a mowhawk when his head was not shaved, so we always made an unlikely looking pair when we went out. He had a nice dick and loved using his own spit or poz cum for lube when he fucked me and I took his cum every chance I could get. He was the first guy I met who was so open about his status and also got off on it and loved telling me how he was giving me his poz cum when he fucked me as he did not take any meds at all and even resisted getting treated for STDs as long as he could when he had had them. Nathan said he did not take meds because they were more toxic then the bug and he believed in alternative stuff, plus he wanted to make sure that every negative ass he fucked raw when they asked him to pull out would become infected as that turned him the fuck on. One of his tats around his belly button was a biohazard sign. This was 15 years ago so was a pretty out there thing at the time to be proudly displaying your HIV status and that you were a breeder on a mission. When we went to the leather bar or the park there was always one or two guys who knew what it meant, and then would look at me with a wink knowing I was getting his toxic loads. One day I met him at his office to grab a drink and started to rub his dick in the elevator. Nathan laughed and said, “I just cummed a short while ago, so am not really up for a quick one”. I asked, “Who did you fuck?”(we were not exclusive so just curious – voyeur in me). He said, “No one, my doctor sucked him off.” I was like what the fuck? OK, I needed to hear this story over drinks. There were a couple private practice doctors in town then that all of the guys who were poz seemed to go. Nathan went to one of them and told me this doctor – Doctor Mike - was a fucking freak and liked to suck him off every time he went to see him and the doctor did not care what was up, how sick he was, what he had or anything. The doctor had sucked him when he had gonorrhea and other stuff and even drank his piss once in his office. This doctor did not lecture about STDs or safe sex and would just hook him up with whatever antibiotics he needed. I couldn’t believe it, but asked if my friend fucked him too. Nathan told me no, the doctor was a top, but he had heard he fucked all his bottom patients that would let him and he only fucked raw, and that he supposedly had a really big dick. Nathan said he knew a couple bottoms who swore they got syphilis, gonorrhea and some other stuff from him too, and there was a rumor about a couple bottoms who had gone to him to be tested for HIV who were negative until after he fucked them. At this point Nathan laughed, gave me an evil smile, and said the doctor was just like him, a living biohazard, as were most of his patients as the waiting room was nothing but a pick up spot for raw fuckers who just swapped back and forth all the dirty seed they had. I did not have health insurance right then, so was going to a local clinic. Every visit seemed to be nothing but a lecture on safe sex, and god forbid if I asked to be tested to an STD. One time a staffer asked me if I had been fucked with a rubber, I said no and it was like I had killed a baby seal. So, I kept thinking about that doctor my friend told me about and told myself I was interested because he sounded cool, non-judgemental, and provided good care. But I was kidding myself, I had jerked off enough times fantasizing about him to know it was really because he was dangerous and I wanted to see if the rumors were true. A few months later I got a new job and 30 days after that my health insurance kicked in. I decided it was time to leave the clinic and find a primary care physician. I ended up going to a doctor who was considered ‘the best in town on HIV’, he had been on national TV, was handsome and part of a power-gay couple, well known in the community, and all that. But going to his office was like going to the prom. It was full of the young and ‘pretty A-list’ crowd, his staff was condescending and rude, there was a snack and soft drink bar, the office was decorated with fine art, and the doctor always seemed like he had more important things to be doing then being with a patient - me. I said fuck it, time to check out the nasty doctor, so I called Dr. Mike’s office and made an appointment for a late afternoon at the end of week. I must have jerked off three times the day before I saw him fantasizing about all the things Nathan had said. The doctor’s office was in the Northeast part of town in and older brick building. When I got to the office it was a total different scene than the other doctor’s. The office looked old, a bit worn down, and the crowd here looked older – and sick. There were a couple guys in the waiting room who looked gaunt and wasted and near death’s door. Almost all the rest looked like they had HIV or just looked like rough trade from the streets. I almost walked out, telling myself I am not one of them, but on the other hand, my friend said the guys who came here loved to fuck raw, so I was in. The staff at the desk, a middle-aged lady and an older guy, were very nice and polite, and as soon as I sat down a couple of the guys nodded at me, said hi, and made small talk. After filling out all the paperwork, I kept talking to a couple of the guys in the waiting room, and figured my friend was right. These were all guys willing to bareback in an instant and could tell a few seemed pretty well hung – woof! After about 10 minutes the older guy called me up to the desk and handed me a small cup and small brown bag, they needed a urine sample and he directed me the to restrooms just outside the door, down the hall to the left. I entered the door marked RESTROOMS and there was a small hallway with a men’s room on the right, ladies room on the left and a door marked JANITOR at the end. I opened the men’s room, stepped around the corner, and saw that one of the sicker looking guys was standing at one of the stalls. He was tall, thick, long, brownish hair, and had a scar on his right cheek. While I tried not stare at him, I could not help but stare at his dick as he stepped slightly back from the urinal. The thing was long, sort of skinny, with a nice head on it, and curved a bit to the left. He was stroking it hard, looked at me and said, “Do you want to suck me?” I was sort of disgusted and turned on at the same time, and asked him what if someone came in? “You can hear the outer door open so we got time to straighten up before someone comes in. Don’t worry, I’ll listen out,” he said as he kept stroking. I set the urine cup down by the sink, got down on my knees, totally forgetting I came in to piss, and started sucking his dick. His dick was already really slick from precum and spit and tasted pretty funky. I think he smoked as his spit was strong, but I sucked him hard and put my hands on his hips to steady myself. He was really thin and his hips were pretty bony and I paused a moment, realizing he must be full blown, but he had such a nice dick, I just pushed it further down my throat. After a couple minutes the guy started gripping my shoulders tighter and said “Swallow for me, swallow it all.” He then started shooting and I could barely swallow fast enough. The dude might have been sick but fuck he shot a huge load and his cum tasted rank and was real thick and heavy like he had not shot in days. He started humming a little as I kept sucking him until I had every drop. He stepped back, said, “Thanks, boy I needed that,” then left the bathroom. As I savored the taste of his poz load, I realized I had never sucked someone where the bug had totally taken over – is that why his load tasted so rank? Just thinking about it made me even a little harder and I remembered why I was in there and got up and grabbed the urine cup, went into a stall and had a wait a minute for my dick to come down a little in order to fill the cup. I washed my face off to make sure I had no cum drippings on my chin, but did not rinse out my mouth as I wanted to keep tasting his poz load as long as I could. I walked back into the doctor’s office and took the small brown bag with my urine sample up to the desk. The guy looked at me and said, “Did you find it all right?” I blushed a little, said yeah thanks, and turned to find a seat. I did not see the guy I just sucked off, but a couple of the others guys sort of smirked at me, so bet they knew and I blushed even more and sat back down. It was about 30 minutes later and I was the only patient left waiting. The older guy at the desk called me back up, then escorted me through a side door, down a hall that had several rooms with doors closed and set me in one of the exam rooms. He took my temperature, my blood pressure, weighed me, then said the doctor would be with me in a few minutes and left and closed the door. I started thinking about the guy I sucked off in the bathroom and started to get hard again and was adjusting myself when the door opened and the doctor walked in. Dr Mike was in his mid 40s I guess, about 5”11, 180, and fairly clean cut looking. He shook my hand (what a grip!), introduced himself, sat on one of those little metal rolling stools, rolled right up in front of me, then asked, “Apologies for making you wait, today was a little hectic with some last minute patients. So guy, what brings you in to see me?” Well I couldn’t tell him it was because my friend said he was a biohazard freak, so I went with the vanilla version of recently got insurance, tested poz last year, have been exploring treatment options, had seen this other doctor and was not comfortable there and a friend recommended him to me. “Who’s your friend?” Dr Mike asked. When I told him Nathan with the nose ring, he smiled and said “Oh yeah, Nathan has been a GOOD patient for a few years now,” as he sort of looked me up and down. “I know some of my colleagues have very strict opinions about certain things, but in my practice I am open to various forms of treatment and will always be honest with my patients. I also ask that you always be honest with me – help me to help you – feel free to ask me any question you want no matter how embarrassing it may seem, and I will take care of you.” Dr Mike asked me to undress down to my shorts and did a quick once over, listened to my heart, looked in my ears, asked me to open my mouth and say aaahhhh. “Now let’s chat a little about your heath and history, he said” Dr Mike asked me a series of questions and in that short few minutes had spent more time on me then the other doctor had in several visits and seemed to care about me as a patient. I was normally shy about that sort of stuff but answered all of his questions as honestly as I could. “Sorry, can you repeat the question please?” I asked, I must not have heard him right. “Do you top or bottom when you have anal intercourse?” Dr Mike asked again. “Bottom,” I said, and Dr. Mike smiled. “And when you have intercourse how often do you use protection, 100%, 50%, 25% of the time or never? And remember, I know your friend,” he said. “Humm, I…ah…well, I guess with my friend never, but with other people I don’t know, it varies I guess, but just mostly not when I am with him.” “So he cums inside you?” Dr Mike asked, and I swear he adjusted his crotch or was I imagining that. “Yeah, he cums in me,” I said as I looked down at the floor. Dr Mike responded, “Now there is nothing to be embarrassed about at all, remember what I said, and good for being honest with me. You know he is HIV positive right? He told you? Were you already positive?” I said, “Yes, but he told me after we fucked, we had been drinking.” Dr Mike smiled and asked, “Did you want him to wear a condom?” I told him, “I don’t know, no, I guess, not really, I just wanted to feel him inside me.” Dr Mike smiled again, made some more notes and kept going. “OK, so now, when was your last sexual activity?” he asked. OH SHIT, “Umm, I uh, Umm, I guess Nathan fucked me two nights ago,” I said. Dr Mike just looked at me with a stern glare, rolled his chair as close as he could, put his hands on my legs, and said again, “When was your last sexual activity?” I looked at the floor again, then him, his smile was gone, so I said, “Well, I sort of sucked a guy off in the bathroom down the hall earlier while I was waiting.” Dr Mike smiled wide and said, “Yeah that was Hank. Tall guy with the scar? I saw him right after that and he told me, like I said my patients are honest with me, just like you are being now and that’s the best for everyone. I also could also smell his cum on your breath when I checked your mouth.” Oh fuck, I was really embarrassed now, damn – but Dr. Mike just patted my leg, smiled, pushed his chair back, “Ok, now get up on the table here for me and take your shorts off.” I was too embarrassed to be turned on at this point or think about what Nathan said, so got naked and got up on the table. The room was pretty warm so my ass immediately made sticking noises on the vinyl as I got myself situated. Dr Mike rolled a small table to the side of the exam table and started to gently touch me all over my body. Usually doctors put on rubber gloves, which made me feel like even more of a pariah once I tested, but Dr Mike did not, he just slowly prodded and rubbed up and down my body. “Some people with HIV develop lumps in their lymph system, so I am checking to see how healthy you are. Looks good so far. Have you ever had any STDs? Syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes? No? Hmmm…,” Dr Mike then stepped to the counter, made a few notes and came back to me. Dr. Mike then started feeling around my crotch area, under my balls, carefully weighing each one in his hand, and then squeezed first one, the other, than both slightly. I moaned a little, he looked at me, smiled, then lifted my dick. “I see you are uncut,” as he rolled the skin back and forth several times and examined my dick. Dr Mike then said, “Please rollover,” which I did as he began running his hands and fingers up and down my back side and legs. When he got to my ass he spread my cheeks apart, ran his fingers up and down my crack, tickled the edge of my hole a little and I moaned loud that time. He seemed to pause, finished checking me, then said, “OK, now I need to check your prostate, so please get up, and bend over the end of the exam table.” As I did he sat back on his rolling stool and scooted the little table with him so that he was behind me. I bent over the edge of the table and Dr Mike said, “Now lay as flat as you can on the table, that’s it, I’m just going to use my finger and make sure everything is ok.” I soon felt his finger pushing at my hole and slide in. He was not wearing gloves, so the heat from his finger, skin on skin, made me moan again before I realized it, but damn it felt good. Dr. Mike worked his finger around inside my ass and as he did my dick started to grow. I couldn’t stop it and reached down to try to hide it. “NO, that’s OK, that’s normal for any patient, but especially one who enjoys being a bottom with anal intercourse,” Dr Mike said as he then pulled his finger out of my ass and said, OK, now hop back up on the table for me”. DAMN! I was so horny and slowly stood back up. Dr Mike scooted his chair back around in front of me and his face was almost level with my still hard dick. I tried to hide it a little by crossing my arms as he said, “I think you are in great health, and we will know more once I get all of your blood work back. While many of my colleagues suggest starting a treatment regimen right away, I do not believe that is necessary if you are still healthy and even then, like I said, there are various treatment programs.” My dick was still hard and ass was twitching, so I was having a hard time focusing but told him I understood. “Do you have any questions?” Dr Mike asked. “I have heard you can get reinfected from having sex without a condom, is that right?” I asked. “No,” Dr Mike said as he smiled, “You cannot get HIV squared so to speak. However, there is HIV-1 and HIV-2. HIV-1 is the most common and HIV-2 is rare and mostly found in West Africa. Some research shows you can pick up new strains, strains that are more intense, more virulent, more resistant, and your body may accept them or not, but if it does, it may develop its own new strain even more powerful than what you were given.” As he said that his eyes got very intense and he adjusted himself again. “I have looked at the labs from your previous bloodwork and you have a very common and what I would consider a mild strain.” Dr Mike then looked at my dick, up at me, and said, “I have one more test I want to conduct before you leave if that is OK. Is that OK?” I said, “Yes, I am happy to do whatever you want” Those must have been the magic words. “OK, now lay on your back again, here let me lower the table just a little, now scoot down all the way to the end but keep your feet on the table,” Dr Mike said as he stood up and went to the end. As I scooted down he lubed up a couple fingers this time then said, “Now lay back, spread your legs, I want to test your prostate again.” I was not sure what was going on, but did as Dr Mike asked and soon had two of his fingers wriggling around in my ass. My dick was streaming precum onto my stomach and I had all I could do not to start jerking off. I did start to moan, not realizing I was when I looked up and saw Dr Mike had a huge smile on his face now and when our eyes met he started fingering my ass faster and harder. Dr Mike then spread my legs apart more, leaned forwarded, and with his fingers still jamming my ass, he took his other hand, pulled my dick back towards him and started sucking me. OH CHRIST! That felt so good and my dick started swelling even more as his mouth work up and down my shaft as his fingers fucked my hole. I started to tremble and shake and moan and the cum started burning down my shaft as I shot into Dr Mike’s mouth. As I shot, he fingered me harder and harder until the last drop was out and my body ached from how hard I cummed. I always shot hard and far, and that one was an intense orgasm. I lay on the exam table panting, as Dr Mike stepped around, bent over my face and kissed me. As Dr Mike’s mouth covered mine and I opened up he spit some of my own cum back into my mouth! I had never had that happen before but swallowed and started swishing my tongue around his mouth looking for more. Dr Mike pulled away, wiped his mouth, his hands, then sat back down on his stool. “Go ahead and get dressed.” Once I was dressed Dr Mike stood up, got real close to me and said, “I hope you enjoyed that. Now what just happened here is between us, alright? You can tell Nathan, but no one else understand? Good.” As he kept talking Dr Mike grabbed my hand and guided it down to his dick. His dick ran down his right pant leg and was huge – oh my fucking god he was big – and HARD!! He continued, “Now, you caught me at the end of the day and I have already shot a couple loads today into a few holes that needed to be rejuiced, but want you to know you got me hard, and I do want to fuck you, do you want me to fuck you?” I just shook my head. “My cum is more toxic than you can imagine,” he said in almost a whisper as he leaned in even closer, “and I am going to give it to you. Don’t get me wrong, I breed every ass I can with my toxic cum, but I especially like boys like you who have mild strains of HIV and I can’t wait to unload in your ass. I will take care of you, so who better to fuck you raw than your doctor? I also have some other ‘treatment programs’ for you, but you did the first one already.” “What was that?” I asked. “You sucked off Hank, that big dick of his has some raw herpes sores on it,” Dr Mike said, “That’s why he likes getting sucked off in that bathroom because the light is not good and guys don’t see. But I know, I know, and now we got you marked with his herpes dick and cum, so I will take care of you and have made a note in my charts.” “I am not going to jerk off all weekend, so I think you need to come see me Monday morning and we can discuss the next step in your treatment plan,” Dr Mike said. “But isn’t your office closed on Mondays?” I asked. “Yes, but I will be here – for you,” Dr Mike said, “And Monday will be the next step in your treatment program.” As I left Dr Mike’s office that day, his words kept ringing in my ears, “My cum is more toxic than you can imagine,” and I could not wait to let him take care of me. Stay tuned for Dr Mike – Part 2 – My First Treatment Dr Mike – Part 2 – My First Treatment

Chapter 2: End of the Line “End of the line, kid.” The big, beefy trucker’s voice had a deep growl but there was still the twinkle in his eye as Richard grabbed his backpack and opened the door. One last grope from that big paw, squeezing his ass, and Richard slid out the door and jumped down, thanking his host and closing the door. It had been a fun and eye-opening way of crossing the country from Nowheresville in the Great Lakes region to the booming metropolis of Los Angeles. It was the culmination of a process that he been playing out ever since that fateful Christmas party had changed his life for good. Life at home had never been the same after that night. His father, after the initial shock, seemed prepared to accept this new aspect of his son’s personality. His mother was another matter altogether. She had shifted her ground again and again, trying all kinds of tactics on him -- to no avail. “How could you do this to me and my sister – carrying on like that right at a family Christmas party in my own home???” Fountains of tears accompanied that one. “It’s just a phase you’re going through. You’ll get over it and live a nice, normal life.” This in a tone much like marching orders. “To think that my own son, my nephew, and my brother, would all decide that they want to be perverts and do things like – well, whatever weird, sick, dirty things you were doing up there.” Indignation mixed and mingled uneasily with sheer nosy curiosity in that speech. She’d also taken to dropping broad hints about mental health, seeing the doctor, and maybe trying one of these “new therapies” where they “fix people like you who’ve gone off track.” She’d stolen his condoms, and then replaced them by slipping pamphlets about horrible diseases into his pockets after doing the laundry. One was even a classic old 1980s Christian leaflet about the new “gay plague,” AIDS. Despite his lack of practical experience, Richard knew a thing or two more up-to-date than his mother, and he wondered where she’d found that museum piece. He also laughed with more than a hint of irony at her stupidity in taking the condoms away if she was really worried about him contracting HIV. Richard was unusually patient for a teenager, a characteristic he’d inherited from his father, and he was prepared to play a long game and wait out his mother’s persistent attempts to remake him. Next, she gave him the silent treatment. For weeks on end, she said just as little to her son as she could get away with. When he spoke, she acted as if she hadn’t heard him. Nor was Richard’s father getting much more out of her – at least, he wasn’t getting any kind of positivity. All her care and love and attention was now being lavished on her “girls,” her two little West Highland terrier pups. She talked a blue streak to them, cuddling them, showering them with all the full blast of her maternal devotion, while her husband and son remained frozen out. Richard simply carried on with school work and his intramural sports, not to mention joining the cheering section for the water polo team’s games, hung out with his friends in evenings and weekends, and did his best to ignore everything negative that his mother threw at him. Not altogether to Richard’s surprise, it was his father who ran out of patience first. When he remonstrated with his wife and suggested that she back off and let her son live his own life, she had fired right back, accusing him of being a closet fag lover himself, and telling him that she at least knew what was right and she wasn’t going to let these rotten-to-the-core queers take over the planet or corrupt her son, thank you very much. And with that, the war was on. The battles raged far into the night, night after night, for well over two weeks. Richard had never heard his parents fighting as bitterly as this before. Their war of words served only to harden the resolve that was forming in his head. Finally, one evening in late May, he snapped. He pulled together a few things, tossed them into his backpack, and then went down to his parents as they argued in the living room. His mother’s mouth closed with a rat-trap snap and a click of the teeth. His father looked for an instant, and then spotted the backpack and looked somewhat harder. “Where are you off to at this hour?” “I’m leaving.” “And?” “I’m leaving and I’m not coming back. Ever.” “You’re not serious, son.” “I am. What is there left for me in this house? My mother hates the person I am, and my father fights with her nonstop about it. At least, if I’m out of the picture, then maybe you two can get your act together and save what’s left of your marriage.” His mother actually spoke directly to him, for the first time in almost two months. “You’ve got some nerve, talking to your own mother and father like that….” “You’ve talked enough, Mom. Now, you listen to me, and listen carefully. Your son, Richard, is gay. G. A. Y. Gay. It’s not a choice. It’s not something that was done to him. It’s a fact. I knew it long before that Christmas party. It’s a fact, and it’s not changing. All your struggles to try to change me “back,” as you think of it, have led only to you losing me – and it’s your fault, no one else’s fault but yours.” Then he turned to his father. “Thank you, Dad – for trying. I don’t hold you to blame for what’s happened.” His father stood up and hugged Richard one last time. His mother sat in shock, her mouth hanging open, as he walked to the door and opened it. “Goodbye.” As he stepped through, his mother called out, “Richard!” in a beseeching tone. He kept on going. Behind him, the fight erupted again as she broke out at his father. “Well, don’t just stand there, Carl, go and get him and bring him back!” “For what? So you can keep on harassing him? No. He’s got a right to live his life in his way. I don’t like this choice that he’s made, but he’ll live with it. Face the facts, Martie. You’ve made a royal mess of this, you’ve driven your only child out of the house, and with that, you’ve lost – completely. And you’ll have to live with it, just as Richard will.” Predictably, she cried. Richard kept right on walking as the strident voices and over-dramatic sobs faded on the night air behind him. A half hour later, out on the highway, his thumb got results and a passing driver picked him up to drive him to the big city. Nowheresville wasn’t really the big time, of course – actually a small city of some 15,000 people, about thirty miles from the little village of East Mudhole where he’d grown up. No, those weren’t the communities’ real names, but they were the labels Richard always hung on those regrettable facts of his past whenever he was asked in later years. At first, street life wasn’t too bad. He’d gotten to know some of the other street people and met some of the charity workers who went about, helping as they could. He was lucky, too, that the weather had warmed up early and was staying warm. Unlike some of the street kids, he wasn’t nursing an addiction, and that made it easier to keep a small cash flow in his pocket at all times. From some of the other street folk he’d learned about the truck stop at the edge of the city, just off the Interstate. He’d gotten in the habit of heading over to the truck stop for a shower and a go at the cheap and generous buffet every week or so. It was a workable life, but in a few more months the year was wearing on and the weather was cooling down again. Soon the snow squalls would begin to fly. How he was going to survive then, he couldn’t imagine. All he knew was that he’d be damned before he’d slink back home with his tail between his legs. His visits to the truck stop gave him ample scope to check out the variety of truckers passing through. Some were pretty nondescript, but some were the kind of big, husky older guys who really revved his motor. He knew what he wanted, but he hadn’t managed to figure out how to land it. That all changed the night he asked a big-muscled redheaded trucker if he had any spare change, and the guy had offered to buy him a meal and let him share the truck’s sleeper for the night. When the trucker took him inside for a shower and some food first, “before we go to sleep,” he’d asked Richard the big question. “How old are you, kid?” Richard had instinctively rolled and flexed his butt. “Does it matter?” “Well...” “I’ll be eighteen in less than a month. Is that close enough?” “It’ll do.” Three of the five shower cubicles were free, but the big guy pulled Richard with him into the first one he came to. Richard got his first lesson in sucking dick in that shower. The man’s tool was a decent size, not gigantic, but uncut and tasty. The big redhead had been patient with Richard’s teeth once Richard told him that he was a total virgin, every way you could imagine. The trucker’s dick jumped with excitement when he heard that, and he carefully explained and demonstrated the fundamentals to Richard. After he’d blown a load down the kid’s throat (and it didn’t take long), they finished cleaning themselves, dried off, got dressed, and then went through to the buffet and got some food. While they were standing in the buffet line, Richard was getting thoroughly used to the taste of the cum in his mouth. During that meal, Mitch had gotten to know a thing or two about this young blond guy and realized that he wasn’t really a typical street kid at all but a man who needed to get off the streets. By the time they’d finished their meal, Mitch had figured out that what Richard needed most of all was to get to a big city where there’d be some decent gay life to fit himself into. He told Richard that he was on a weird, multi-stop itinerary across the country -- and it would take a week, but they would end up in Los Angeles. “Can I come? I mean, come with you to L.A.?” Mitch chuckled at the way Richard emphasized the pun. An hour later, they were in the truck’s cramped bunk together. It was a little too crowded to make ass-eating easy, but Mitch kept wetting his fingers and then pushing and flexing them into Richard’s hole to loosen it up. As he played with Richard’s ass, his voice kept rumbling quietly into Richard’s ear. “Relax, kid, just relax – let your muscles go slack. Just enjoy the feeling.” And Richard was enjoying the feeling of those fingers twisting and flexing inside him. But he also loved the feeling of this big muscular man spooning his body, kissing his shoulder and his ear, and rubbing his big tool up against the plump ass cheeks. At last, Mitch said, “Okay, think you’re ready now.” He extracted his hand, placed the blunt tip of his cockhead against Richard’s hole, and began to push. It was a struggle. Richard wanted it, he wanted to feel Mitch deep inside him, but his virgin hole had other ideas. It took a minute or so, and then Mitch leaned harder – and the head popped inside. Just as he did that, he also clamped his hand over Richard’s mouth. Good thing, too. The sudden flash of pain caused Richard to yell aloud, although only a muffled “MMMMPHH!” came through Mitch’s big meaty paw. Mitch held his cock steady there, just inside the ring, as he growled to “Relax, boy. Breathe. Breathe deep. And hang on. No way for the first time not to hurt.” In a few minutes, Richard’s hole finally began to loosen, and Mitch slid a bit farther in. It took a while longer, but eventually he was able to tell Richard, “It’s all the way in you, now. You’ve taken the whole length of your first man cock.” In a few more minutes, Mitch – still waiting patiently – felt Richard’s hole begin to actually work on his dick, to flex around it, to start chewing on it a bit. It was all the signal he needed. “Okay, kid, time to fuck ass.” With that, he started sliding out until only the head was clenched inside Richard’s tight ring, and then slide back in, all the way down into his body again. Each slide after that got a little easier and a little smoother. Richard began moaning as this man’s big cock slowly opened up his hole and taught him how a man’s cock could send his ass to heaven and back, over and over. “Oh, god!” Richard finally spoke. “It hurts, but it’s so damn good. Keep going!” “Okay, but I’m not stopping until I’m done.” With that, Mitch really notched up the speed of his plowing into Richard’s butt. After a minute, he grasped Richard’s shoulders and then rolled until he was lying on top of Richard’s back, his hard body moulded to the younger guy’s back and butt, and his cock still deep inside that hot boy butt and moving faster and faster. The slapping sounds of hips against ass echoed in the cubicle, and Richard began chanting as Mitch’s fucking headed for fever pitch. “Oh, fuck, yeah. Don’t stop. Fucking drill me open. Give me all that cock. Give it to me.” And Mitch growled into his ear in reply, “I’m gonna cum. You want me to cum inside you?” “Fuck, yeah. I want it all. Fucking shoot your cum into my ass.” That was all it took. Mitch let out a guttural cry as he slammed deep into Richard, holding it there while his cock flexed like a mad thing and flooded Richard’s ass with his sperm. Richard could feel his hole warming up and knew why it was happening. His first ass load, and from this awesome muscle hunk of a trucker. He felt happier than a pig in shit, knowing that Mitch’s seed was swimming around inside him. At last, Mitch began to go soft and slowly eased out of Richard’s no-longer-virgin ass. His cockhead came out with an audible “pop”. Richard moaned as he felt the sperm slowly leaking out of his hole. At last, the muscle tightened up, and Richard then reached back and swiped the cum off his ass and taint, bringing it up to his mouth to taste it. The taste made him even more horny, and he reached down to his own rigid cock, jerked it rapidly a dozen times, and spurted out a big load of cum. That soon found its way into his mouth as well, and he had now learned that cum from different guys doesn’t all taste the same. “Wow. What a day!” Mitch chuckled as Richard sighed in contentment. He wrapped his arm around the young blond, pulling him back into his chest and then caressing his body gently while kissing his ear and neck. Then, when he heard Richard’s breathing go slow and steady, he pulled the covers up over both of them and let himself fall asleep. In the morning, they filled up at the breakfast buffet and then climbed back into the big rig and hit the road. Once the doors were closed, Richard slid his jeans and briefs off and sat in the passenger seat, naked from the waist down. Mitch didn’t complain. Whenever the traffic got lighter, he was happy to slide his big paw over and start playing with Richard’s cock or fingering his ass. When Richard wanted to return the favour and suck Mitch’s cock while he was driving, Mitch stopped him. “Definitely not safe,” he growled. “Years ago I rolled a rig when a hitchhiker did that to me and I lost control.” Instead, Richard gave him a quick blowjob in the restroom at a truck stop when they took a lunch break. Mitch fucked and bred Richard half a dozen more times during that multi-stop cross-country drive. The best one, for both of them, was the night that Mitch booked into a motel outside Albuquerque. “Always nice to get a long relaxing shower and a good night’s sleep in a real bed,” he said laconically. Once they’d both cleaned up, and turned down the covers, Richard quickly found that he had to agree. There was so much more freedom to move in a proper bedroom than in the tiny little doghouse behind the truck cab. They enjoyed another long shower together. After drying themselves off, they turned down the covers and lay down together on the king-sized bed. Mitch had his arms around Richard, embracing and stroking him as they kissed each other for several minutes. For the moment, they ignored their duelling cocks, both rock-hard. Richard couldn’t help thinking that it felt as if Mitch was making love to him, but he knew that was ludicrous. There was no way Mitch was falling in love. That’s when Richard realized how lucky he’d been. This whole initiation into the world of man-to-man sex had come to him at the hands of a man who cared enough to make sure it was a good experience for his novice partner. Just as Richard realized that, Mitch moved down and started tonguing and sucking on Richard’s cock, playing with the head between his lips and tongue, and then swallowing it down into his throat. After a minute or so, he swung his body around so that his cock was staring Richard right in the face. Richard got the message right away and began to copy everything Mitch was doing to his tool – and just like that, he found himself in his first 69, realizing for the first time why it was called that. The sensations of the two guys sucking each other at the same time were incredible, of course, but Richard really wanted to try to experience Mitch’s cock in a whole different way inside his ass. He reared up, swivelled around, and began to position himself so that he could sit down on Mitch’s erection. Mitch tossed him a bottle of lube, and he prepared his hole, then slowly pressed it down onto that uncut meat. His hole now popped open easily, and Mitch entered him as he sat on down, slowly taking that entire cock deep inside his body. He sat there, swivelling around on this man’s cock, feeling it stirring all parts of his hole into life. Then Mitch urged him on. “Ride me now, boy!” Richard began sliding up and down on top of Mitch’s cock, pulling up until the head was only just trapped inside him, and then sitting right down on it again. Up. Down. Up. Down. Mitch moaned loudly as Richard had now gained a bit of control over the way his muscles stroked a big cock in his hole. But now Mitch wanted more control, and he pulled out from under Richard, then scrambled to his feet and pushed Richard down onto the bed. Rolling the boy over onto his back, he grasped Richard’s legs and lifted them straight up into the air, his feet resting up against Mitch’s shoulders and his whole weight supported on his own shoulders, with his hips well up in the air. Mitch straddled him, and then thrust in, straight down into Richard’s hole as Richard gasped from the suddenness of the entry. Down. Up. Down. Up. It was like the reverse of the previous action, but now the fucking motions were a lot more forceful, and Richard realized that Mitch was getting close. He began to urge Mitch on. “Fuck me, man! I want you to give it me hard and fill me up with your load!” “Oh, yeah! Gonna fucking pound your sweet ass and pour my seed into you.” True to his word, Mitch speeded up his piston motions even more, pounding straight down into Richard’s hole until Richard could barely take any more. But then the pumping got more irregular, Mitch’s breath came in harsh gasps, and Richard knew that he was about to get bred again! “Yeah! Give it now! Give me that hot load! Fuck me!” Mitch groaned aloud, slammed down into Richard, and held it there as his load pulsed and pumped into the boyhole under him. When he pulled out, he bent down and planted his mouth over Richard’s ass, sucking forcefully to draw his own cum up and out of the hole and into his mouth. At last he calmed down and pulled away, slapping Richard’s ass lightly as a signal that he could relax. Richard flopped down onto the bed, gasping for air, and Mitch fell beside him, then kissed him in a snowball, sharing his own cum with his boytoy. Richard fell away, spread-eagled on his back, and finally gasped out, “Wow! What a fuck! I feel like I could sleep for a week after that!” “Is that what you think, kid? I didn’t pay for a motel room to just get one turn at your ass. Ever hear of sloppy seconds?” Richard shook his head. “Well, I sucked most of my load out of you, but some of it’s still in there and it’s a great feeling to go back inside an ass – or a woman’s pussy, for that matter – when someone’s sperm is still swimming around in there. And that’s what I’m going to do.” Richard groaned. “I don’t know if I can take any more tonight.” “Sure you can. And you’ll thank me later because, where you’re headed for, there are all kinds of hot guys who aren’t letting you go with just one fuck. Better practise now while you can!” They both laughed at that, but Mitch evidently meant business. After a quiet intermission of some twenty minutes, with the two fondling and stroking each other, Mitch’s cock began to fill for another round. Richard eagerly dived down to suck it into full erection, finding that his protests had evaporated, and he couldn’t wait to get Mitch back inside his body again. This time, Mitch pushed Richard down on his back, lifting his legs in the air on either side of his own body. He let Richard rest his legs on his own back while he bent down and ate ass again, getting the hot boyhole cooled off and ready for more action. When Richard’s hole was ready, Mitch slid forward, easing the younger guy’s legs back over his shoulders, and then slid easily into his ass. This brought him face to face with Richard, and they began kissing each other again, as Mitch moved slowly and smoothly in and out of Richard’s ass. It was Richard’s first time in the missionary position. After a few minutes of this slow and gentle fucking and kissing, Mitch reared up and began to pound deeper into Richard, deeper and harder, slamming down against Richard’s upturned hips with repeated loud slaps. Richard was moaning and crying, not in pain but in ecstasy, as Mitch moved even faster, drawing closer to the moment of truth. “Fuck, yeah! Breed me!” That exclamation pulled the trigger and Mitch erupted forcefully into Richard’s body, the sperm squeezing out of the hole around his cock while he was still spurting. Richard groaned loudly, grabbed his own cock and began jerking it furiously, being reward after twenty seconds with a fountain of cum that sprayed all over his face and body. Finally, Mitch’s strength gave out and he pulled gently free from Richard’s sweaty body, then lay down alongside him. They put their arms around each other, stroking each other gently as they drifted slowly into a profound sleep of satisfaction and exhaustion. On the final morning of the long trip, approaching Los Angeles at last, both of them were silent while they entered the outskirts of the big, sprawling metropolis. As they’d rolled through the city towards the main railway station, Mitch had worked a hand under Richard’s exposed butt, teasing the now-experienced hole with his finger. “Damn. I’m going to miss that sweet little ass, kid. But this is it. You have to get out before I go into the terminal. And after I get this rig unloaded, I gotta head back home to the wife and kids.” “Hey, Mitch. Thanks for everything.” “No probs, kid. Pull your pants up before you get out. Good luck to you.” “And to you.” Just as Richard said that, the big rig slowed to a halt. And Mitch growled, “End of the line, kid.” Richard hopped down. He was surprised at how heavy his backpack felt – and then remembered that Mitch had taken him to a thrift store in Tucson and bought some clothes for him. Nothing fancy, but enough to go on with for a while. He’d also slipped some twenties into Richard’s pocket, “just to help you get started.” Now what? He hauled out a bit of paper on which he’d written a name and an address. Mitch had searched it out on a computer at the motel where they’d stayed in New Mexico. He knew it wasn’t far, but he had to figure out which way to go. He went into the station, found a big wall map of the city, and located the right street for his destination – a social help agency for LGBTQ street kids. That was him. He’d gotten a short interview with a worker at the agency and was given some useful leads on jobs that he could land at the age of 17. Then she directed him to a queer-friendly hostel where he could stay for a while. When he opened his backpack that night in the hostel, he’d found a note tucked between the new shirts. Hey, kid, it’s been fun. Glad to help you out. When you get a chance, pay it forward. He’d landed a job right away, as a dishwasher in a small café not far from the main drag of WeHo. Richard impressed the owner with his energy and bright, smiling demeanour and soon the youngster found himself reassigned to be a busboy out front. That suited Richard just fine. It was a great way to meet people. The kind of people he wanted to meet. Men people. Now that he was in the front of the café, he had a chance to meet some of his co-workers. The one who caught his eye quickest was the bartender, Terry. Like Richard, he had a big flop of hair over his forehead and sparkling blue eyes – although his hair was light brown to Richard’s pure blond. Unlike Richard, he was tall and lean, and had a strong air of assurance about him – the air of a man who knew himself and his place in the world. What intrigued Richard most about Terry was his habit of coming out from behind the bar to chat up three or four of the regular customers. Always the same handful, and they were all guys who arrived alone and left alone. All of them looked to be in their forties or fifties. Between those visitors, Richard used to watch Terry and indulge in daydreams about the decent-sized lump in the front of his tight black pants. He knew that it wasn’t just his imagination when that lump would get bigger after he’d had one of his little private talks with one of his favourite customers. Richard was intrigued. Terry was sexy in his own right, but it looked as if he had a thing for older guys. Just as Richard did. Sooner or later, it had to happen. After about a week and a half, Roxana (the regular evening server) had to leave early, and Terry and Richard were the only ones left to clean up and close. Once the last customers had left, they locked the door and got down to work. That is to say, Richard got down to work, dropping to his knees and fishing out Terry’s cock to suck, while Terry got right down to business with asking questions and figuring out what made this kid tick. Over the next half hour, Richard’s story slowly emerged in pieces, between slurps on Terry’s meat, with the rest coming out after Terry had finished fucking him and cumming inside his hole. Richard was learning some more about how to relax his muscles and accept the intruder – the hard way, because Terry was both longer and thicker than Mitch. Terry was a masterful fucker, and that was the night that Richard discovered the value of his prostate when a top knew how to hit it. It was also the first time he found himself cumming while being fucked, and hands free at that. After Terry finished breeding him, he laid out his entire story in a more coherent way, beginning with the home life which he couldn’t wait to escape, and ending with his current situation – living in the hostel, eating small and terrible meals, his best food of the day always being his break meal at the café, and the slow but steady way he was running through his emergency reserve of money from his savings account and Mitch’s gift of some twenty-dollar bills. Terry had an answer for him. “Listen, kid, you have to smarten up fast or you’ll be forced to leave the city. Nothing’s cheap here, and nothing comes cheap or easy in this town – except ass. You’ve got a cute one going on back there, but you have to make it work for you instead of just letting it hang around all day waiting for you to sit on it and make it feel needed.” “You mean becoming a whore?” “Right away, kid, get something straight. It’s called an escort. And no, that’s not what I mean. You’d end up in the clutches of some gangster pimp for sure, and those guys play for keeps. No, I mean that you need to get yourself a daddy.” “Fuck that. I just shook free from my parents three months ago, I don’t need another one.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake! That’s not what I meant! I mean we need to get you connected with an older man who will pay the bills and give you a decent place to live, away from that bare-bones hostel. You just have to become his boy and give him sex whenever he wants. It’s a fair trade-off, as long as you get one who treats you decently.” Richard’s head was spinning a bit at the idea, but he could see the obvious benefit of becoming a kept boy. His wallet could see it even more clearly. “So, Terry, is that the story with you and those guys you’re always talking to whenever they come in?” “Yeah, it is – or it has been. I’ve lived with each of them at one time or another. There are other guys like them around here – too old to compete for the younger guys on their looks, but pretty well off and willing to flash some bills around to make it happen. The bonus is that they’re mostly a lot more experienced in bed than the young hotshots. You get a good one, you can be sure you’re gonna have a good time between the sheets. The easiest ones to land are the ones who want hot, young stud dick in their holes. That’s what happens when I see those guys. They want me to fuck them and breed them, and that’s what I do. Play your cards right, you’re on your way in no time.” “What cards?” “Good point. You’ve really got nothing except your looks. Apart from a week with one trucker, you’re a total novice. So let’s talk about what you have got. By the way, how old are you?” “Turned eighteen last month.” “And how big is your dick when it’s hard?” “I don’t know, I’ve never measured it.” “Let’s find out.” With that, Terry expertly fastened his hand onto Richard’s bulge and began to knead it and stroke it. He guessed, rightly, that novice Richard would spring to a full erection in almost no time flat. When it was poking straight ahead in his uniform pants, he said, “Okay, drop trou. We’re gonna measure you.” Terry whipped out a small ruler which he kept behind the bar for those odd moments in life when you find that you need a ruler and can’t remember where you last put it. “Six and a half inches. It’s decent but nothing to raise any eyebrows around WeHo. Didn’t you tell me that your trucker buddy only fucked you? In that case, we need to find you a top daddy. I can think of a couple.” “So how do I meet them?” “Leave that to me. One of my friends is organizing a big daddy party in a couple of weeks. He usually gets a couple of dozen guys there. I’ll bring you along and introduce you. You’re on your own then to use your natural charm – and you do have it when you try -- and see who you can get to know.” “Do I wear anything?” “Smart question. Almost nothing, once you get inside. They’ll have a room to put your clothes. Let’s see, we need to get you one of those flashy briefs with the back missing, so your naked ass is hanging out. That’s the best way to signal what you’re looking for. And then get yourself a spot at the table – he puts out a long table and the bottoms all line up there, then bend over and lie on it so their asses are showing at table height. And then all the tops take turns trying them on for size.” Richard was feeling very nervous now, at the thought of being caught in an orgy with an unlimited number of unknown men trying to fuck him. But he figured, what the hell, he was sure he could enjoy himself. “Anything else I should do to get ready?” “Several things. First, unless you’ve got a real thing for getting HIV-positive right away, we get you onto PreP ASAP. I’ll get you an appointment with my doctor and get one of my guys to foot the bill. Then we get you a butt plug as well as the seatless briefs. Use it every day for a week before the party, just to get used to the stretch. Use lube with it too. Next, I’m taking you to my gym for the next two weeks so you can build up your glutes – your ass muscles. One of my buddies will buy a trial membership for you. Finally, I teach you how to clean yourself properly – inside and out.” “You’re putting yourself to a lot of trouble to help me.” “Kid, I’m three years, almost four years, older than you. Think I haven’t been there too? You’re wrong. Just doing what I wish someone had done for me when I first landed in town. Oh, one last thing, Richard. You need to sound more boyish. From now on, call yourself Ricky.” “Okay, I’m Ricky.” With that, Terry rolled away the bucket and cleaning supplies into the closet and started turning out the lights. He set the alarm, and then they walked out into the street and locked the door. Terry slapped Ricky on the ass, and said, “Meet me here at one o’clock tomorrow afternoon for your first gym session on these beauties.” As Terry walked away, Ricky watched him go, thinking that his whole life was about to get turned upside down and inside out yet again. It seemed like such a weird idea, sort of like selling his body to the highest bidder – but then, wasn’t that pretty much what he’d done for a week with Mitch? Not that he’d demanded money, or set a price on their fun, but Mitch had certainly rewarded him generously with meals and bed, with clothes and cash, and most importantly, with a ride to the west coast. Okay, then, he thought to himself, I guess I’ve already been a kept boytoy so I may as well do it again. And as he thought that, he murmured to himself “End of the line” under his breath.

I used to work on Fourth Street, just blocks from where this story is set. Sadly, I never encountered a Sloane or a Grant to chem and poz me. Although rawrawraw76 has not written anything for quite awhile, he remains one of the very best on this site. I wish this story had continued, though, and that it had returned to Conrad, to find him taking more anonymous loads and Grant's daddy-fist. What I like about Sloane as a narrator is how up-front he is, conceding that he is an evil motherfucker. Dylan's rape is ugly, but the ugliness is made all the hotter when he ends up thankful for being slammed and pozzed, finally free. Such great storytelling!

I once shared an apartment with a cute straight friend. No chance of sex with him, I’d tried lol. One time I got home from a night of playing/partying. My ass was full of strangers’ loads but I hadn’t cum yet. My flatmate was at work. He played lots of sports and there was some kit drying in the kitchen, including a jock. I took it and went to my room, stripped off and put the jock on, then jerked off in front of my full length mirror while fingering my hole. I caught my load in my hand and then - without really thinking - went back to kitchen and got one of his big pots of protein yoghurt out of the fridge. I mixed in my jizz from my hand l, then fingered out as much of the cum from my hole as I could and mixed that in too. I put his jock back on the radiator, took a sleeping pill and slept for 24 hours. When I got up, he was out at work again, but the yoghurt had been eaten.

If a bottom insists on a condom, I simply refuse to fuck. I can honestly say all bottoms eventually open their hole for raw daddy dick, they can’t help themselves as they feel a raw lubed cock rubbing on their arse. 😈

Those few times I bottom based on this I am clearly a proud faggot and when I top (which is most of the time) I love it when I find a faggot to use - especially if I can find one who calls himself a faggot by answering yes to the right 8 of those questions

Thanks y'all. This story has a long arc, so I planned quite a few chapters. It starts in 1998 and I'm operating on the premise that the BB party in Chaser is in 2012. As long as y'all still like it, I'll keep going. How It All Began (I Guess) Hi guys, I'm Zach. I'm 18, a senior in high school, 5'10", play soccer and baseball. I'm in pretty decent shape. I go to school on Long Island and live with my brother and my parents. My family is really religious (Jewish) and we go to temple all the time. I'm also gay. But I feel like my head wants to scream "gay, gay, gay, gay, gay" all the time. I'm not out. I can't be. My dad says stuff all the time about the gays not letting him get his work done because they are so gossipy and how they are always so sexual it's no wonder they have diseases. It's really kind of paralyzing. He doesn't ever care that my mom's brother died of AIDS or that my brother and I had a favorite teacher in school, Mr. Bennett who taught English, and he died of AIDS. My brother and I watched him get sicker in school over months and then one day he stopped coming. I cried and cried for a week. He was so handsome and so funny and smart. I'm going to be an English teacher when I grow up because of him. I just know it. But, damn, my dad can be such an asshole. I just really want to walk around the house sometimes or say at dinner, "I'm gay! Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay." But I don't. I'm in the closet to everyone. And of course, I'm a total fucking virgin. 18 and a virgin. Loser. Long Island has millions of people on it, but our world is small. I've grown up playing league sports - soccer and baseball - and going to local public schools, Hebrew school once a week until I was 13, and temple. It's the same group of people. I've known them my whole life. Sometimes people come and go, like my best friend 2 years ago; but mostly it's just the same people. I can't imagine coming out here. My parents would be so ashamed. Ugh. But, all that said, soccer and baseball definitely provide some sexual release. OMG! The guys arms in the baseball uniforms and the legs in soccer shorts. Drool. I've played on the same team with most of these guys since I was little, or went to Hebrew school, or......ok, you get the point. So, it feels weird that I totally perv on them and then go home and jerk off to them. I jerk off to me sucking their dicks and tasting their cum. I jerk off to feeling their bodies and them feeling mine. Eli is my favorite to jerk off too. We play soccer together. We've played together for 10 years. He is not the most popular guy. His brother is in college locally, so he hangs out with his brother's friends a lot and not really with the "group." He has tight curly light brown hair, a hairless body except for a treasure trail and some hair on his ass that I've seen in the shower. Ugh, his smile is so fucking sexy. Things changed with Eli last weekend. We had a great game the other day and Eli's brother was there. He used to play soccer with us. We beat the other team 3-2. It was close and we fought hard to keep the ball down field. We were a fucking sweaty mess when the game ended. There was Eli's brother smiling and cheering. It was great. He came over and said the parents were out of town and let's all do back to their place for pizza. Our parents, of course my dad wasn't there, all said yes and after we all got cleaned up I swear it was like a minivan caravan over to Eli's house. My mom and the other mom's stayed for a bit. Eli's brother opened a bottle of wine for them and then another. What we didn't know is that Eli's brother convinced some of the mom's to let their guys stay over and have beers and watch movies. There were about 10 of us left and Eli's brother when the mom's left. Eli told us our folks said we could stay over. I don't know when the pizza was ordered but it showed up just when our mom's were leaving and they all chipped in for the food - drunken Jewish suburban Long Island ladies looking for money in their purses and talking loudly. It's so embarrassing and so funny. I was sitting between Eli and one of the other guys and we were fucking rolling laughing. Pizza set up in the kitchen, Eli's brother opens the beer fridge. He says we could have beer as long as we stayed at the house. At first we were slow about it and then we were drinking faster. Eli loosened up and so did I. We were laughing a lot. They other guys had basically spread out in a circle in the living room and we played a stupid game of truth or dare for awhile. The most anyone did for a dare was I had to take off my shorts and shirt and stay that way the whole game and a couple of guys made other guys kiss each other. Fuck, that kissing made me hard and I had to cover myself with a pillow. Eli was the last guy to have to kiss another guy and he was told to kiss our goalie - Rich. I was so fucking jealous. I think I turned red and blushed because I felt my body get hot. After that, Eli's brother, Ian, turned on a movie. Boogie Nights. He popped some popcorn and we ate cold pizza. Eli, Rich and I (I wanted to stay close in case they kissed again) went to get more beers. Instead, Eli grabbed some whiskey and we made whiskey and cokes and went back to watch the movie. I was still in my boxers from the game. I couldn't find my clothes yet since the living room was dark. We went back and our seats on the couch were taken. So Rich laid down on the floor and Eli and I sat on the floor leaning our backs on the end of the other couch. We were drinking and our shoulders were touching. I was so crazy horny for Eli that I thought I would stop breathing. I just kept drinking my drink because I wanted to cool down but I didn't know it just made you warmer - I was thinking, "it's got ice in it. it's cold right. it should cool me off." Eli noticed I was empty and he asked if I wanted more. I said sure. He got up and put his hand on my bare shoulder as he stood. His hand felt so soft and nice. Eli came back with the drinks. It's the scene were Dirk shows the Colonel his cock. Eli hands we my drink, sits down right next to me, legs touching, arms touching and leans over and says, "That cock must be huge." I gulp my drink and say yeah. Eli puts his hand between us and I feel his fingers touching my naked thigh just below my boxers. I don't say anything. We watch the rest of the movie. Guys are falling asleep. Ian comes over to Eli, who moves is hand a bit for the first time, and says most of the guys are passed out down here. If there are guys awake once it's over, put them in the family room and the spare bedroom. If you need more space, I can take one of the guys in my room; but you shouldn't. Ian then says to me, "You should feel free to stay in Eli's room." I think Eli and I must've totally blushed. I was a little drunk and I stammered something like, no need. Ian said, "dude you're our guest, no worries." Then, Ian went to bed. We had one more drink and then we finished the movie and with that hot scene seeing Dirk's cock at the end I got hard. Eli, his hand back on my thigh and boxer shorts now, noticed. He smiled. He sent me to clean up in the kitchen a bit and he got the guys all sorted out. He came back in the kitchen as i was throwing out the plates and he said, "Ready for bed?" I said yes and he took my hand and we went upstairs and shut his door. He pulled me to him and kissed me. It was my first kiss from a guy ever. I was so into it. I almost cried. He felt so right. His hands were all over me and I was a bit stunned into inaction. He took off his shirt and put my hands on him. I rubbed my hands all over his shoulders and back and I kissed his neck and chest. As I lowered myself to kiss his chest, he put is hands on my shoulders and pushed me gently down to my knees. I looked up at him and he slid my hands down to the waistband of his shorts. I felt is rock hard cock. I looked Eli in the eyes, hesitated, and pulled is shorts and briefs off. It was Eli's cock. He said, kiss it. I did. He said, open your mouth. I did. He asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. I said yes. He sat on his bed, spread his legs and i slid my hands over is naked thighs and I literally moaned out loud and I took is cock in my mouth. I didn't really know what I was doing so I tried to blow it at first and he said, no suck it. I changed up and started sucking his cock. This is what I always wanted. I was sucking Eli's cock. It tasted salty and sweaty and like him. I kept at it for a few minutes and he said, "I'm cumming." I didn't stop sucking. I felt him blast in my mouth. I loved it. I kept sucking as I swallowed his load. I wanted it all. He had to push me off and said, "Hey it's sensitive after I cum." He stood me up and slid off my boxers and said turn around. I did. He said you have an amazing ass. I said thanks. He pulled me into bed and played with and stroked my cock and sometimes my ass. We talked about it being my first time. He kissed me and said I was good at it. He asked if I wanted to try something else. I asked what he was thinking and he said fucking. I said, I'm not ready. I've never done that. He kept stroking me and he kissed me a lot. He said, "I guarantee that you will cum if I fuck you." His cock was rock hard again. I was stroking him some. I was scared. He looked at me and kissed me hard. I let him roll me on my back and he reached over to the nightstand for some vaseline. He opened the jar, put some on my dick and on his dick. We stroked together and kissed. Then he pushed my legs open and I spread them. He put some more vaseline on his fingers and started to play with my ass. He kept saying how great an ass I have. The first finger hurt and I lost some of my erection. He stroked and kissed me more as he eased his finger in and out of me. One and then two. I winced at two and he said, "Let me know when two feels good with no pain Zach." In a few minutes, I told him there was no more pain. He added a more vaseline and put a third finger in my ass. I winced again, but then tought of something. Health class! We need water based lube. I asked if vaseline was water based. I said, "We need to use water based lube with condoms." He smirked and said, "Don't worry. We will. I'm just opening you up using this stuff because it works better. The water lube isn't as good for your first time." He was fingering me and stroking me and it made sense. I was stroking is lubed cock. He said, "Tell me wen you want my cock inside you." After a few minutes, I did. I wanted his cock so much. He said, "Do you have a condom?" I said, "Yes! Don't you!" He said, "My mom found my stash this morning before she left and took them. She said we need to have a talk when my parents are back." I said, "That sucks. I have one in my wallet." We both looked at each other, realizing that my shorts were somewhere else in the house. "Fuck!" we said in unison. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and laid on his back. My ass felt empty. We kissed and I knew he was disappointed. So was I. He was more distant now. Not even really touching me for the first time in hours. It felt so lonely there next to him, not talking or touching. I had just done so much and I wanted to do more. I looked at him. He was looking away from me and stroking his cock. I took some more vaseline and started stroking his cock for him. He stopped and looked at me. I got up and straddled him. Our cocks were touching. I started to kiss him again. I never wanted this feeling to go away. He was playing with my ass again and pulled me up his body some so he could finger me. He did and it felt so good having his fingers inside me again. Now there was one or two from both hands. I winced every once in awhile because it was awkward and he was stretching my asshole from both sides. I reached behind me because his cock had slid below me as he was fingering me. I stroked his cock as he fingered me. I put his cock on my ass cheeks as is fingers played with my ass. Eventually I was rubbing his cock on my ass crack and he was stroking my cock. I looked at him and kissed him a lot. Then I rose up and put his uncovered cock on my virgin ass. I sat down and his cock pushed past my first ring. I almost screamed in pain. But I had to hold it because the house was full of our friends. He added more vaseline and I lowered my ass slowly down his uncovered cock. I felt his hair on my ass. I was all the way down. He cock was inside me. I was in a lot of pain. I told him. He said, "The pain will go away, just wait." I kissed him and he stroked me. I started to move to ride his cock. I knew we should be using condoms, but I just wanted him. I didn't care at that point. I started riding more and more until I could hear the bed squeaking, him moaning and me moaning. I was rock hard and loving his cock in me. I loved him. I loved how he made me feel - sexy, wanted, desired, happy. I was getting close. He said he was going to cum. I went to get off his cock. He said, "Let me cum in your ass." I knew it wasn't safe to do that. But I kept riding his uncovered cock. I wanted him so much. He came inside me. I was in heaven. I felt him cum and it spurt in my ass. I kissed him to keep the noise down. I came when he kissed me back and shot all over his abs. I rested that way laying on him for a while, his cock in me, his cum inside me, and I was so happy. In a bit I got off him and we cleaned up and fell asleep in is bed. I was hooked. That felt so amazing.

Although I knew the bar wouldn't likely shift, I was trying not to move too much as I was so horny that I could see myself shaking down the house in my determination to back-up on that cock. The cock felt great and the poppers kept me high and the adrenaline of the situation kept me going. There was so much wrong with this but I didn’t care at that point. Frank and Steve called to Patrick from the kitchen. “Sorry, they need me. When Andy gets back tell him it will be about fifteen minutes till dinner is ready then you guys can come eat. I’ll leave you alone till then. I hope he isn’t too long” I heard my boyfriend say, as, ever the gracious host him got up from the bar. I had to keep from screaming when Nick pulled his monster out of ass, partly because it hurt and partly because it left me feeling so…vacant. I grabbed the bottle of poppers to see if there was any still in it, which thankfully there was, although not very much and slid out from my position under the bar. It’s funny that you never notice how uncomfortable a position really is until you try to leave it. Once out from under the bar I hit the floor, bottle under my nose, ass in the air, turned around looked at Nick begged him to fuck me again. He didn’t take much begging but it was a big turn on to do so. In no time at all he had that monster back inside me and was fucking me as hard and fast as he could with his full length. And I thought the previous fucking was good, man could this guy move. Drunk, poppered, and getting plowed by a poz stud with a huge cock, one load in me and another on the way all while my boyfriend and his Dad and Uncle were in the next room. I moaned in pleasure. “You like this big dick fucking you?” “Yes sir, I sure do, please don’t stop.” “You heard I’m poz?” I took another deep breath from the poppers, “Yes,” was all I could moan in response. He pushed me hard into the floor driving his cock as deep into me as he could grabbing my hair and pulling my head back as far as he could. “You want another poz load in that hole?” Again I moaned yes. “Yeah I know you do. I’m working on it baby. I’m gonna fuck so much cum into you. Does your boyfriend know you’re a bottom cum slut? That’s what you are now, a dirty poz cum slut?” He whispered harshly into my hear while driving that cock in and out of my ass. “You want this load? You want me to breed you? You want me to infect that ass don’t you?” The only answer the pleasure and the poppers would allow me to answer was yes. Yes. YES! God, I wanted him to blow another load into me and keep on fucking. I never wanted his dick to leave my hole. It seemed so perfect, his god-like body fucking me with that beautiful cock forever. The intoxication of the moment was almost too much. His poz load would fill my guts until I too was infected and he would just keep fucking me. The virus would ravage my body and all the while he would be fucking me. When our bodies were old and dead the sexual momentum we has spent the time building would carry on for eternity and he would always be spilling his precious seed into me. Yes I wanted him to fill me again. And just like that I was cumming. I opened my mouth to scream the climax was so intense but it was instantly covered by his rough hand. “You asked for it baby, here it comes.” His body slammed into me again and again as he climaxed and came dumping shot after shot of cum into my hole. I was shaking from the chill, from the orgasm, from the poppers I’d been sniffing for entirely too long, from knowing I had just begged a poz man to fill me with his load, from know that I enjoyed it way too much. He lay on top of me. I could still feel every inch of him in me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and I could feel his cock throbbing with every heartbeat. What a fuck! After a moment he got up and ordered me to clean his dick off, which I did happily. I put his dick in my mouth and sucked off the cum and ass juice. His cock tasted like fuckin' heaven. Once satisfied that it was clean he put it away and picked up his drink and left to go to the kitchen to join the other guys. I took a few deep breaths and staggered upstairs to the bathroom to clean up. I had cum on my stomach from shooting my load and I would need to clean out my ass. Remembering the cum I starting fingering it into my mouth on my way up the stairs, thinking god I love the taste of cum. Having eaten all my cum on the way, when I got to the bathroom I grabbed a rag to wet and wipe the stickiness from my stomach and was about to use the bathroom when Patrick popped his head in asking "You okay?" "Yes, I'm fine, I just need to freshen up." He entered the bathroom, closed the door, kissed me, and proceeded to help me with my disheveled hair. “No more drinks for you until after dinner” he said, giving me that ‘what am I going to do with you look’. He kissed me again, grabbed my hand and led me down stairs to the dining room for dinner. Nick was grinning from ear-to-ear as I sat down, oh so slowly. It wasn’t until I was actually seated that I realized that since Patrick decided to visit me in the bathroom I never got a chance to clean out my ass. I was so nervous about keeping his cum inside me. What kind of person wants poz cum inside his ass? That’s just wrong. It was the poppers and the alcohol. But it did feel good having it in there. Then, amid the chatter of the guys, I heard Patrick say to me “Oh, after we eat me, Dad and Uncle Steve want to go see the new Harry Potter movie at the theater. Since I know you have no interest in that stuff, and Nick doesn’t either, I thought the two of you could keep each other company.”