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Part 1 I was surfing BBRTS came upon a profile 53 White 6' 2'' 220-229 Lbs easy + sleazy Nice guy with a dark side looking for pervy playmates. POZ, detectable, not currently on meds. Anon quickies are awesome. True versatility is key for longer sessions. My cock got instantly hard as I had fantasies about pozzing for awhile. One of my fantasies was to watch a poz guy breed a neg ass. So I thought I would chat with him and see if he would be willing to allow me to watch him breed someone. So I emailed him: Subject: How Pervy? What are you kinks? And he responded Let's see...I like anonymous sex, public sex, gloryholes, bathhouses, love guys who cheat and get off on cheating, introducing guys to new things, love being poz and sharing it with guys who want it, and some other things. Not into scat, pets, tots, women. What about you? I responded One of my kinks is I want to see someone pozzed. Him: You should come over sometime. You're very close. (We showed as less than a mile away from each other.) Along with the message he sent me a picture of his cock. It was a nicely curved 7 1/2 cock with his balls shaved and wrapped with a red ball stretcher. (instantly my cock got hard and my mouth salivated as i thought of his cock inside of me.) Me: If I came over it would be me watching myself get pozzed with a cock like that. It would be so hard to resist! Him: That sounds like a good show to me! Me: I want to watch someone get pozzed and not get pozzed myself. Him : Ok, we do not have to fuck to have fun. So tell me some of your kinks. Me: Some of the other kinks you have are the same for me.. Outdoor sex, anom sex I have a semi secluded back yard and pool.. had a bit of fun with it. Him: Tell me what you have done in your backyard. Me: One of my kinks Love to give bjs in the pool. I have given many a blowjobs in the pool and I have even been fucked in the pool too. I love to have a guy sit on the edge of the pool as I hang in the water sucking on their cock. Him: So hot! I would love to get a blowjob like that. Would be fun to join you in your secluded space sometime. Love being outdoors. For a couple days we did not talk but the weather started to get warmer and I got abit hornier. I found myself looking at his cock pic over and over wondering how it would taste in my mouth. Knowing that it is safe to swallow POZ cum I decided to reach out to him to invite him over for some “pool time.”

I was gagging for it. Maybe it was the weather, or just something in the water, but I had finished early for the day and as soon as I was home I was preparing myself for a fuck session with nothing lined up. Maybe I was just acting on impulse but once I had washed and dried I slipped on one of my favourite jocks, a pair of long "cumdump" sport socks and a collar. As I sat idly toying with myself and hitting poppers I browsed the apps. I had been cruising for an hour or so with little to no luck. I was getting to the point of thinking, "screw it!" It was mid week and I was figuring that I was going to be horny until the weekend especially as it was early afternoon and a lot of the usual guys would be working or otherwise engaged. "Ping." A quick message appeared. "You horny, boy?" Simple, concise and to the point. "For sure. You looking to unload?" If he wasn't going to beat around the bush I wasn't going to either. It seemed we were both in need. "Got a five day load here I need to shoot. You think you can take it?" His response was quick and I don't think I've ever typed out a reply any faster. I quickly sent, "Fuck yes, you can shoot it anywhere you want!" Almost instantly he confirmed his intention. "Oh if I'm shooting it anywhere it'll be deep inside your asshole boy." I sent him my address as soon as I read this and told him I was ready and waiting. I had already closed the downstairs blinds to shut out the afternoon sun so all I had to do was wait for this stranger to let himself in and help himself to anything he wanted from me. The risk, the thrill, all of it had me squeezing my cock through the material of my jock and hitting the poppers again. I was edging before I knew it, precum soaking the pouch that was now very snug around my leaking dick. I chose to wait on my knees in the centre of my living room area. A clear view of the rear of my house would tell me of anyone approaching the back door, and anyone who did would see the ready and waiting slut if they simply stepped up to the door. After about twenty minutes I began to wonder if this was going to turn out to be a bust but then I saw a shadow, and then someone walking down the rear path. I swallowed nervously as the man walked straight up to the door and, without pause, pressed down the handle and stepped inside. A wolfiish grin flashed across his face and he gave a low whistle as he saw me kneeling, waiting for him. He closed the door and took the few paces to close the distance between us. In that time I was able to look him up and down. From my position I guessed he was about 50 or so, at least 6 feet tall with a good solid frame. The t-shirt and shorts he wore suited the weather and showed off stout, deeply tanned arms and legs. I guessed he either worked outside or spent every other minute he could in the elements. His t-shirt hugged his frame showing off a good strong chest with a slight paunch below. Strong but not self- conscious and clearly not afraid to enjoy whatever life offered him. He had a baseball cap on his head with the peak pulled low which shaded his eyes. What else I could see of his face in the dim light I knelt was as tanned as clearly the rest of him was, a dusting of salt and pepper stubble graced his chin and deep smile lines traced around his mouth. "Fucking yummy!" I thought. As he stood in front of me he wasted no time. Looking down at me he said approvingly, "Oh you are a good boy!" With one hand he unfastened his shorts and with the other he grabbed my collar and pulled my face into his crotch. I inhaled deeply his scent. The scent of his cock and balls, the scent of a man working in the heat. I moaned as his musk washed over my senses and I reached up to pull his shorts down and ot of the way. He made no effort to stop me and I soon discovered he was commando. I immediately pressed my face back up against his rapidly hardening dick and began to lap at it, savouring the light saltiness that matched his heady smell. Other than some moans of obvious pleasure he said very little, his hands held my head and he guided me where he wanted my tongue to lick and taste his skin. He had me lap and suck at his weighty ballsack and I dove into the task happily. Pressing my face up against him to breathe him in as I ran my tongue over every square millimeter of skin Pulling my head back he guided my open mouth to the head of his cock and held me there as I strained to take him between my lips. He chuckled and began lightly slapping my mouth with his cock making me push out my tongue to get a taste. He stroked and squeezed his shaft and a few drops of precum beaded from his piss slit and oozed onto my tongue where he pressed his cock head smearing that juice across my tastebuds. The taste of him teased me and he knew what he was doing. I knew he hadn't come here for a blowjob but I needed to take him in my mouth. I wanted not just to please him, but to worship this wonderful hard cock that had so quickly taken complete control of me. After a few minutes of teasing my lips and tongue with the tip he finally relented and let go of me. I fell onto his cock, hoovering it deep into my mouth and pressing my nose into his pubic bone. I took him right to the back of my throat and soaked him with my spit in one go. Pulling back I started to settle into a cocksuckers rhythm. Sliding up and down his cock with my lips and tongue slicking each inch with saliva. Taking him deep and almost sliding off the tip with every pass. I slid my hands up his thighs and could feel him tensing and releasing as he was clearly revelling in the work my mouth was doing for his dick. As I was pushing myself down onto his cock he grabbed my head and held me. He was all the way inside me pressing into my throat. I inhaled as best I could through my nose as I felt his cock throbbing. "Fuck! That was close boy." He hoarsly moaned down at me. "Nearly fucking dumped my load in your fucking mouth. I told you I intend to put my spunk in your guts another way." I started to splutter around his shaft as breathing became harder the longer he held me down and he relented and let me pull back. His cock was sloppy with my spit and stood out hard and thick from his body and I stared a little shocked that I had, just moments before, been throating it with relative ease. He was clearly now in a mood to speed things along because he grabbed my collar once again and half pulled and half threw me towards my couch where I ended up face down over the arm, my backside raised up and him quickly behind me. I tried to push up a little but I felt his hand land between my shoulder blades and with just a small but firm push he held me in place. I could feel the heat and weight of his body as he pressed upto me. The thick head of his still spit soaked cock quickly found its way up against my hole and he pressed in. Not a slam but a relentless drive forward that spread open my asshole and stretched my insides to his shape. When I felt his hips collide with my cheeks I couldn't help but moan into the couch cushions as his cock pressed my switch right up inside me. He began a slow withdraw then another slow press into me. His cock was where my entire focus was. I could feel the heat and thickness of him opening my hole and with every stroke I panted my pleasure out. Gradually he picked up his pace, my hole was open to him and he was making good on his word. He thrust harder and faster until he was slapping my ass with his hips and grunting with the effort. For my part I was trying my best to press my hole back onto his driving cock to get him as deep in me as possible. We were both grunting now, adding to the litany of fuck noises that filled the room. He was no longer holding me down but pulling on my hips as he thrust forward. His cock and my open fuckhole now working in unison to make him keep his promise. "Fuck yes boy you like this cock up your cunt don't you?" He moaned out "Fuck yes, make me take it!" Was as much as I could manage as his pounding continued. "Going to breed you boy. Going to fill you up." He started to pant and his thrusting was becoming a little ragged, hard and deep but with little irregular pauses as if he was trying to hold off and keep the fuck going as long as possible. "Please!" I moaned out. "Do it fill my cunt, fucking breed me!" "Fucking knew you'd love it boy!" He roared as he shoved me forward with his whole body, his cock was pulsing deep in my hole and I knew he was blasting jet after jet of his thick cum as far up me as he could get. I moaned as I felt him empty his balls inside me, loving the feeling of completion. He was half slumped across my back following the exersion and release of his orgasm. He was breathing heavily now and we both stayed like that enjoying the afterglow. Finally he pushed himself.upright and slowly withdrew his spent cock from my now freshly seeded hole. As he stepped back I turned and fell to my knees taking his softening cock into my mouth and sucked the flavour of our fuck from him. I sat back and grinned up at him. "Thankyou. You can do that to me anytime!" As he pulled his shorts back on and headed to the door he waved a hand and said. "Maybe, but I'm pretty sure I've given you everything I can." "Weird." I thought but he was already out the door and on his way. I tried messaging him later but his profile was gone. Nothing. It's been over a week since that amazing pump and dump experience and I woke up this morning shaking and sweaty, my lymph nodes are swollen and its all I can do to stand up. I think I understand his parting quip now.

Scientists have unveiled a potential treatment for HIV infection, about to enter human testing, that could radically change the way HIV is treated. In experiments with monkeys infected with a primate version of HIV that usually kills within weeks, the scientists injected each monkey with the new treatment, called Therapeutic Interfering Particles, or TIPs. The TIPs infect a cell that contains HIV, causing it to burst open, but releasing several times as many TIPs as HIV particles. The single injection quickly reduced HIV in the monkeys by a factor of 10,000. Moreover, at least in monkeys, it appears that one dose is enough, period - not daily, weekly, monthly, or whatever - a single dose. Obviously in humans it might require boosters, but even that would be far less repetitive and prone to failure if doses were missed. More here: [think before following links] https://www.nytimes.com/2024/08/08/science/engineered-virus-steals-proteins-from-hiv.html?unlocked_article_code=1.Bk4.BW3J.YFiQkeBu9_du&smid=url-share

I was doing well adjusting to being HIV poz and returning to my usual home, work and social life. I really didn’t need assistance, but I kept going to my weekly appointments with the cute young social worker anyway. He was just too adorable to pass up being in his presence for 45 minutes per week. Cute can come in a lot of varieties. This guy was the slightly built leprechaun variety. He couldn’t have stood over 4’8” or weighed more than 125 lbs. soaking wet. His hair and sparce short, trimmed beard were flaming red. He had no mustache. His ‘Irish eye’s are smiling’ were a twinkling emerald green. His cute little face and button nose were covered in freckles. His delicate arms were covered in a fine red fur, and a tuft of this always peaked over the top button of his shirt. Yes, he even had a slight Irish accent and a definite lilt to his tenor voice. I found myself flirting shamelessly with him. A behaviour he didn’t seem to discourage with his good-natured professionalism. I also relished in making him blush with stories of my promiscuous sexual adventures. If he was going to offer support, I wasn’t going to hide my true nature and sexuality. He blushed but he didn’t chide. He wondered if I was having more bareback sex since before I was infected. “Fuck yeah man. It’s all bareback sex now. What about you?” I asked quite inappropriately. I wasn’t even sure he was gay at this point, I just hoped. “My boyfriend and I always play safe. Even though we are committed to monogamy.” He shared, even though he didn’t have to. He checked his notes to be sure I wasn’t on meds yet then asked; “Your unmedicated, and versatile, do you find yourself bottoming and topping bareback these days.” “Fuckin A man. Since I converted ‘raw is the law’. “Do you disclose your status before topping a guy?” he queried. “I don’t top that often. But, yes … well all but once.” I confessed. “Why not that time?” he asked a bit shocked. I unfolded my little story, “We were in a darkroom. There was quite a crowd bumping about and feeling each other up. This hand took a firm grasp of my hard on. Immediately he was whispering in my ear ‘I need this in me.” In hindsight I don’t know why, but I thought he meant in his mouth. Before I could say anything, his cum lubed hairy ass was sucking in my raw cock. I was already balls deep when I was able to ask, “Are you sure about this?” “Fuck yeah man, your raw cock is amazing, go ahead, fuck me.” “But you don’t even know my status.” Him, “I don’t fuckin care.” Me, “Are you at least on PreP?” Him, “No fuckin way I’m taking that shit.” Me, “Then I better pull out.” Him, “No way, why?” Me, “I’m poz with a high viral load.” Him, “Fuck yeah, don’t pull out.” Me, “But I might knock you up, I’m newly diagnosed and very fucking toxic.” Him begging, “Fuckin A man, give me everything you’ve got.” At this point a popper bottle was placed under my left nostril and my right one pinched off. I instinctively took a deep breath. Whoever was feeding me poppers spoke into my ear, ‘take another’. I did as told and the bottle was moved and two deep breathes of the magic chemical went deep into my lungs through my right nostril. I was now flying high and started to pound the eager bottom. He begged and a growing crowd encouraged me to ‘knock him up.’ His ass contractions just kept milking my cock until I couldn’t hold back any longer. Rope after rope of my toxic cum blasted into his vulnerable neg. ass. “ The astonished social worker: “You mean he wanted you to infect him?!” “Begged me to. Who was I to deny an adult what he wanted?” “Wow. And how did it feel?” the questioning lilt. “So fucking powerful! He gave me utter control of his life and I took it and claimed it with my big raw cock and toxic babies! I fuckin loved it.” “So, you’d do it again, knock a guy up, poz him.” “Absofuckenlutely!” “No regret or quams? You don’t feel you crossed some moral line?” he couldn’t seem to give this up. “No moral regret, no quams. In fact, I’ve decided to never disclose unless asked directly before a fuck. I figure if you’re not on PreP and taking raw cock up the ass you’re chasing. I’m happy to knock up as many chasers as I get a chance before I go on meds.” “But what if some guy just slips up, gets caught up in the heat of the moment, or thinks ‘just this once, once can’t hurt’? “If my raw cock gets up his ass, that’s his problem not mine.” I’d never heard him swear; “Fuck, that’s harsh man.” Despite his seeming sense of moral concern every visit it was as if he couldn’t help himself; he would ask about my sex life and specifically my conversion to 100% bareback. I felt no shame in reporting that I was more promiscuous than ever. Despite my preference in the past to bottom I was now topping at least half of the time. Most encounters were completely anonymous, and no bottom asked my status before my raw toxic cock went into their eager holes. Only one had asked me my status after I bred him and pounded it in deep. This bottom was incredibly pissed with me; “How could you do that? I’m negative and not on PreP.” I just laughed at him:” You were negative. And you waited for a strange time to ask me. You’re just going to have to live with the outcome.” The guy had walked away sobbing, but it wasn’t my responsibility. The next social work appointment he just cut right to the chase asking, “So how many guys have you bred your toxic load into this week without telling?” “Five! Three of them told me afterward they are chasing and were over the moon happy when they knew my status and the strength of my toxicity.” Meanwhile a new profile appeared on Squirt. I wondered if it was my leprechaun social worker. The profile pic was one of those classic frontal torso nudes cut off at the neck and below the crotch with his hand attempting to hide what is clearly his erection. I’d never seen even one extra button open on his shirt, but the size, stature and flaming red body hair and bush looked unmistakable. Details in the profile included, new to this app, just looking, partner doesn’t know, extreme discretion required, fully versatile, and the confusing detail, condoms/let’s discuss. I knew my profile cock pic wouldn’t give me away so fired off a ‘hi’. Very quickly I got a simple ‘hi’ back. Me- “How’s it going?” Him- “Good thanks. Thanks for saying hi. I’m new to this.” Me- “Your welcome. Glad to help a newbie … what you looking for on hear.” Him- “Mostly just to chat. I can’t cheat on my boyfriend.” Me- “Understood.” Him- “Not that I’m not tempted to.” Me- “OK, if you want you can tell me more.” Him- “I shouldn’t, it feels like throwing him under the bus.” Me- “I wouldn’t encourage you to do that.” Him – “It’s just he’s a total bottom, so I have to top … to fuck him all the time.” Me- “Your ass is itchy for a chance to flip?” Him- “Yeah, you get it. And what’s even worse is he insists on condoms. We are monogamous and have been together for two years. Neither of us had much experience before we met. We’ve been tested several times, but he still insists. If I’m going to do all the fucking, I prefer to be able to feel what I’m doing without a rubber barrier. You understand don’t you. Looks from your profile like you bareback.” Me: “Yup, I understand. And yes, I only play raw.” Him: “You are so lucky. Do you ever top?” Me: “Sometimes” Him: “I wouldn’t, but if I were to cheat on him with you would you suite up, wear a condom? I need to get fucked.” This caught me off guard. I hadn’t gotten around to updating my status and wasn’t sure I wanted to reveal that just quite yet, especially if this was my social worker. I’d had enough time to quickly think through my response; “Since this is only theoretical, I’ll say, sure, I’d suite up. Probably not for anybody else, but for you.” Him; “Cool … and thanks for the theoretical chat.” We continued to chat over the next few weeks. It certainly made my appointments with the social worker fascinating as I continued to wonder if it was him. The day finally arrived where he asked to see my private pics. I made sure to remove anything that include my face as sent him the link, along with a request to see his. He opened his two private pics up to me. The first was a repeat of his profile pic, except this one was full frontal head to toe with no attempt to hide his cute leprechaun face or his amazing proportionately large erect cock. No wonder his boyfriend wanted it to always fuck him, crazy to want it covered as far as I was concerned. The second was a fully nude back shot with him shoving a big black dildo into his tight hole. The look on his face showed every hint of the pain and pleasure this act was giving him. I didn’t know how I was going to manage it, but I knew I had to have sex with this man. There was now no doubt it was him. During my next visit to his office, I couldn’t pick up any hint that he knew he was chatting with me. I had a ragging boner for the entire visit and worried that he could feel me undressing him with my eyes the entire time. I was pleased to see he had relaxed and instead of the one chaste open button at the top of his shirt there were now three. This gave me a good view of the fiery red pelt matting his chest. I started our next online chat boldly; “So have you cheated on that boyfriend of yours yet?” Him: “Fuck no. Honestly I wouldn’t do it with anyone but you, and even then, I’d need to keep it anonymous.” Me: “Interesting. So, you are considering cheating with me?” Him: “I know I shouldn’t, but honestly, yes.” Me: “And would you fuck me, or have me fuck your hungry ass?” Him; “What would you prefer?” Me: ”Oh baby, I want to ride your beautiful cock. I’m so jealous of your boyfriend.” Him; “Sheathed or raw?” Me; “Fuck your boyfriend, I’m going to give you what you want. I want that big, beautiful cock in me raw.” Him; “Cool. … And since we are talking theoretically would you want me to pull out before I cum.” Me: “Fuck no! Breed my ass, cum in my ass and push it in deep.” There was a long pause and not even a sign that he was typing at the other end. I was afraid I had offended him, and he’d signed off. And then the signal that he was typing … I awaited his message. Him: “Fuck man, I just had the biggest orgasm imagining I was breeding your hole. I’ve gotta go clean up before the boyfriend gets home. Thanks for the chat and the wank.”

The next time I found the same guard and the prisoner at the smoking area it was the next night, and it was after midnight. Even thought there was little chance of anyone coming around the guard waisted no time. He handcuffed the prisoner to the garbage bin where he had a free and unobstructed view of what the guard was about to do to me. “Drop those shorts and bend over here.” I didn’t ask any questions. I quickly did as instructed. The guards short, trimmed beard was scratching my ass cheeks as his tongue fucked my hole. Liberal amounts of spit were added and pushed in with his expert tongue action. Soon he stood and his raw thick short cock was lined up with my hole. I was tempted to mention a condom, but he was already inside me, and it felt amazing. “Yeah, raw fuck the nerd!” the prisoner goaded. The more he pistoned inside me the more I enjoyed it, and the more I was happy we were doing this raw. He pulled out and I turned to see him remove his shirt and drop his uniform pants and underwear to his ankles. He was a fine specimen of a 5’ 8’’ bear cub. I loved his hairy body especially when he was quickly back inside me and his hairy torso rubbed against my back. Freed of his clothes his pace picked up. I began to feel his sweat dripping onto my back and his breathing became ragged. He asked; “Fuck man, where do you want my load?” “Inside, breed me.” I was surprised to hear my response. “You better be on Prep!” he chocked out. “I’m not.” I confessed “Neither am I and I’ve taken a dozen toxic loads from this scorpion cocked prisoner over the last few weeks.” “If this guard breeds you, I breed you next!” the prisoner asserted. My brain was in panic mode. I couldn’t get any words out. “Fuck, Fuck, fuck take my load you fuckin nerd bitch. Yeah, breeding your unprotected ass. Fuuccckkkkk, feels amazing!” The prisoner had managed to all but slip out of his orange jump suite. It was bunched up by his cuffed wrist. His scorpion tattooed erection stood straight out from his tall lanky naked heavily tattooed body. “OK nerd, you heard the deal. You took the guards load, come here and get mine.” I don’t know what possessed me, but I stripped out of all my clothes and backed my cummy ass onto the prisoner’s scorpion cock. I bent over and took the guards slimy cock into my mouth to clean it off. The prisoner wasted no time in pounding me hard. All I could think in astonishment was I am loving getting fucked by this hard core rough and tumble prisoner. He’s going to breed my vulnerable ass with his toxic poison, and I’ve unknowingly been waiting my entire life for this moment. Soon he was panting; “Beg for it nerd slut, tell us what you need.” “Knock me up! Breed me. Cum in my ass … oh fuck yeah …. Just like that … oh fuck …. I need every drop.” He kept pounding the load in deep. When he finally pulled out, he reached in my ass and scratched me quite severely with his long finger nail. “Let’s make sure that takes.” I couldn’t wait for the next midnight to roll around. They were by the garbage bin smoking with a second tall handsome guard. The first guard stripped completely and leaned against to garbage bin. As the new guard ate out his co-workers ass I stripped naked. My cock was soon engulfed and covered with spit before being lined up with the bear cub’s hairy ass. My raw cock in his hot hole felt amazing. The second guard was soon eating out and tongue fucking my ass, so I held off starting the fuck. Soon the guard behind me stood and his mammoth erection was penetrating my vulnerable ass. I would later learn his was a full ten inches massive Cuban cigar thickness. The train fuck was now on. The harder the guard behind gave it to me, the harder the guard I was fucking got it. The Prisoner cursed and swore and cheered us all on. I was the first to blast inside the bear cub. My ass contractions brought the guard in me over the edge and my ass was being flooded. When he collected his breath and pulled out, I knew the drill. The prisoner had been handcuffed totally naked, so I was free to back onto his scorpion tattooed meat. I bent and the Cuban cigar dick was down my throat. When I had it clean, I noticed the high-quality biohazard tattoo on his left pelvis just above his immaculately trimmed pubic hair. Possibly my third toxic breeding, definitely my second. It never seemed to take him long for the prisoner to shoot his poison into my eager ass. Possibly four, definitely three. I felt I was now committed to my fate. Over the next few nights three more prison guards would pump their luscious man juices into my ass. Three hospital security guards had seen what was happening behind the garbage bin and pulled me into their supply closets to claim their fair share of my ass. I didn’t protest! By the time I was released from the hospital I had knowingly taken 10 highly toxic loads. My first morning back home the fuck flu hit like a ‘tanker’. I ended up back in hospital with dehydration. I don’t know why I confessed the entire story to my cute young social worker. I guess I got a perverse delight out of shocking him. He tried to play it cool, but it was obvious he was afraid I might try to sue the prison or the hospital. All I wanted was for the prisoner to get early parole. I had no idea what he was ‘in’ for, I didn’t care. I just hoped our paths would cross when he got out. I was ecstatic that such a rough and tumble bad boy had been the one to knock me up.

I met Hunter at a gay night a bar was having in the north part of town. It was the first time I went to the gay night, and it didn’t take long before he came up to me and started chatting. We hit it off and had a couple of drinks. The bar started emptying out, so I invited him back to my place for more drinks. He followed me home in his car and we went into my bedroom and had a couple more beers while chatting. One thing led to another and our clothes quickly came off. I was pleasantly surprised when I got his underwear off. “Damn, how big are you?” I asked. “Seven and a half inches,” he replied proudly. “Awesome, do you top?” I asked. “I only top,” he said. “Fucking hot,” I said. I quickly got his cock in my mouth, slowly sucking him and savoring the copious amounts of precum he was producing. I thought to myself he could probably produce enough lube from his precum to fuck me. At that point though, another person I had sex with gave me a bit of scare, telling me he had an STI. Fortunately I tested negative, but I was still on edge about barebacking. He flipped positions with me and sucked me off for a bit before starting to lick his way down my balls to my hole. He rimmed for a solid 5 minutes, getting my hole loose and wet. He then started licking his way up my stomach and chest, kissing me on the lips our tongues entwining as I felt the head of his cock nestle against my hole. I could feel the precum on the head of his cock, and the head slowly started to spread my sphincter open. “Can I fuck you?” He asked. “Hell yes!” I said. I grabbed a condom from my bedside table and handed it to him as I grabbed the lube and started lubing myself up. He rolled on the condom without complaint and I lubed up his covered cock as well. He got back between my legs and slid his condom covered cock into me and proceeded to fuck me for a glorious 10 minutes before stopping and pulling out. “Can jerk off on your face?” He asked. “Go for it,” I said. He took the condom off and threw it in a trash can and moved up and knelt about my face, furiously jerking his cock until he started spewing all over me. His first few volleys hit my cheeks and I quickly clamped my mouth over the end of his dick and swallowed the last few spurts. He moaned in pleasure as I licked the last bits off his cock. He collapsed next to me and we climbed underneath the covers and fell asleep, him spooning up behind me, his softening cock pressed up against my ass cheeks. I woke up a few hours later. I wasn’t used to sleeping with someone in the same bed, let alone cuddled up with me. Hunter was still spooning against me, his front to my back. His cock was still pressed up against my ass cheeks, although now it was rock hard at its full 7.5 inches. It felt perfect nestled in my ass crack. He shifted slightly in his sleep and his dick slid down my crack a little bit. My own dick started hardening at the thought of this beautiful cock so near my hole. I flexed my hips so his cock shifted closer to my hole. He shifted again and it moved even closer. I could feel his precum on my ass. Just a little movement from me up the bed would put it right at the entrance to my ass. I made the move and felt it connect with my rosebud. I started rotating my hips ever so slightly so the head of his bare cock was flexing against my hole. Suddenly I felt his hips shift forward a little so my hole started opening up. I was still lubed up from our earlier fucking so I knew all he had to do was thrust forward to bury his dick in me. I felt his cock draw back slightly and move back forward again. I knew for sure that he was awake at this point. I pushed back a tiny amount and I felt his raw cock spread my hole and the head slip past my sphincter. I reached back to his ass and pushed gently on it, letting him know to go deeper. He pressed slowly into me until he bottomed out. He drew his cock back out and started sawing his cock in and out of my ass. I knew this was what I wanted. A bare cock in my raw ass. I wanted to be used as a cum dump and was going to let him fuck me until he filled me up with his load. After a few minutes of side fucking me with his raw cock he rolled me over so I was face down and got into a push up position over me. He started thrusting his bare cock in and out of me, bottoming out each time he sank into me. He put his hand on my head and pushed me into the pillow. My cock was so hard under me I could barely stand it. As soon as it had started he whispered “I’m gonna cum.” I reached back and put my hand on his ass just so I could be sure he wouldn’t pull out and deprive me of his load. Suddenly he thrust deep and held there, and then collapsed on my back. A minute later, he pulled out and rolled over and went back to sleep. I stayed in the same position and fell asleep as well.

I honestly don't know what Harris' position on Israel v. Hamas is, though I assume she's at least nominally in favor of a two-state solution between Israel and the Palestinians, whomever ends up being their leader. That said, I don't think Netanyahu has any intention of allowing a two-state solution - he won't come out and say "Never" or "Over my dead body", but that's essentially his position given the way he keeps expanding settlements in the West Bank and further cordoning off Palestinian towns and cities from one another. But I do know this: If allowed to return to office, Trump will gladly allow Netanyahu to take whatever steps he wants in Palestine, and will exercise the US's veto on the Security Council to ensure that Israel pays no price for it. For a movement with a huge antisemitic and anti-globalist base, his party sure seems indebted to people like Miriam Adelson and other prominent supporters of Israel, including many who support giving the entirety of historical Israel in the region over to the Israeli state. Harris cannot be worse than that. And in a binary choice, while I might push her harder once elected to limit our support of what's becoming a genocidal state, I'd still vote for her.

This is based on a true story, though it has been greatly embellished. names changed and so forth. *** My name is Mark,a 28 year old bottom, have been a barebacker my whole life, and never really questioned whether or not I would get HIV. It was inevitable, I only played raw, and sometime, someone was bound to lie and stealth me, or not know their status and breed me with a highly toxic load. I had also never done drugs stronger than pot or poppers, even if that was to soon change. I was average all around, average height, average weight, average looks. Javier was different though. It was a hot Saturday, and I was on manhunt cruising for some dick. Had broken up with my boyfriend of several years the week before, and was really horny for some raw dick and good use. I met this hot latino papi named Javier on MH, and we started chatting. We had played years before, but life happened and nothing ever really came of it. He was pretty damn hot, 6 foot to my 5'8, bit on the furry side, with a great looking 9 inch uncut cock that was super thick. Best of all he was a pig like me. He hadn't showered in a few days, hadn't cum in longer. Had a nice build up of cheese in his hood, and said he wanted me to come over and clean it off and take his loads. I readily said "fuck yea!" and got cleaned up and out. Thoroughly. Soon enough I was in my car, heading to his house in a kinda run down area of a town a half hour away from me. I get to his place, and he is waiting outside, looking VERY hot, a little on the sweaty side, and a little trashier than his pics online. I didn't care, it actually made me hotter. "You gonna be my cumdump, puta? Get your ass inside." He held the door open for me, and as I walked past, I could smell his dick and balls, through the basketball shorts he was wearing, it almost made me swoon. "Well, puta, you ready to be my cumdump?" "Hell yes papi, I'm ready to take all your cum!" I replied, getting very excited, my dick straining against my NP jockstrap. He started mumbling in Spanish, which I didn't know very much of, but it still made me hot. He led me inside to his living room, where there were two blunts sitting on the coffee table. He picked one up and handed it to me, and lit it for me, and told me to smoke it to my face. Being no stranger to pot, which this smelled like, I had no problem smoking it. Granted, it was making me hornier than pot usually did, but I figured that it was this hunky Papi pig next to me smoking his own blunt that had me horny. We smoked the blunts and talked, he asked me more specifically what experience I had as a pig. "Well, I only take raw dick, and have had lots of that, by test lat week said I was neg though, so no worries. I have done some piss play, have tried to get a fist into my ass, but never got it all the way in. Played with toys, and brought some with me. I like sweaty, unwashed pigs, just the smell of their cocks and balls gets me hard. I like slings, and I like sleazy scenes. Uncut dick is my favorite, love the feel of the hood around my tongue and in my ass. Um, other than that, I'm open to pretty much anything that isn't shit, puke, kids, mutilation, maybe a few other things, but I like enough things that I'd like to think the ones I don't aren't required." I laughed, and kept smoking the blunt, feeling higher and higher. I didn't usually smoke a blunt all by myself, I was more of a bong kinda guy, but I felt good, so I finished it up, all the way to the filter he had put in it. As soon as he was finished with his, he grabbed the bag I brought, that had lube, poppers, and toys in it, and told me to follow him. We went upstairs to the attic, where it was as hot as hell, but since both he and I liked sweat, it was a good thing for us. He led me through the attic to a room at the back with no windows, but a sling hanging up on the beams, and a ratty old mattress on the floor. It smelled like sex in there, and it made me horny so fast it wasn't even funny. "Strip puta, show Papi what he's getting." I slid out of my shorts, down to my raunchy NP jockstrap, pulled off my shirt, showing him my whole body. I turned around, and he forcefully bent me over to see my hole. He started mumbling in Spanish again, and the only words I caught were puta, culo, and leche. I knew what those meant, even if I didn't know what the connecting words meant. He slapped my ass hard, which made my soft little boy dick jump, and told me "Get on your fours!" and pushed me onto the mattress. Up close, it reeked of piss and cum and sweat, and it was just making me hornier. I was on all fours, with my furry ass exposed, and he was digging his fingers into my hole kind of rough. It felt good though, my ass wanted more in it badly. "Don't move." He says to me, and I feel him get up and move away from me, and hear him going through a cabinet in the room. A bottle of strong poppers lands on the mattress next to my head and he tells me to take 5 long hits and hold each of them. I do as I'm told and I can hear the smile in his voice as he says "Good puta, very good." The rush hits me and I feel Javier get behind me, and then his scruffy face on my hole, his tongue digging in deep. He holds my hips and really pushes his face into my ass, tongue moving a hundred miles a minute. I let out moan after moan and push my ass back onto his tongue, sweat beginning to pour off of my shaved head. He pulls away from my ass, and I feel his fingers digging into me again, roughly opening me up. Sliding in and out. Then a strong burn, which the poppers tell my mind is just not enough lube. More fingers, and more burning in my hole, and my hole just getting hungrier and hungrier. I am starting to shake a little, but I think it's from excitement. Javier has already got me wrapped around his hot chorizho, and I am dying to be able to see it in person and get it in my mouth. My ass is on fire when he tells me to turn around. He has placed a smallish plug on the mattress behind me and tells me to sit on it while I suck his pinga. I sit my hole down on it, and damned if my hole doesn't swallow the thing up without a twinge of pain. This is no small plug either, an average sized one, for my hole that hasn't had anything other than my fingers in it in well over 6 months. Right in front of my face though, is this beautiful, massive uncut cock. Even hard, there is a little bit of foreskin still on the head, and I can see and smell the cock cheese, and it's making me drool. He tells me to hold still, grabs his dick, and starts to wipe a bit of his cheese on the underside of my nostrils, then tells me to open up and lays his pinga on my tongue and tells me to clean it and worship it. "Since you are going to be on it all night, puta. You know you want it bad." And I do want it bad, I want his cheese covered pinga deep in my throat and in my ass. So I start to suck the cheese off, licking the head, digging my tongue under his foreskin, getting the whole head clean and wet, and loving the taste of his raunchy smegma. All the while I am bouncing on the plug, and listening to him spout a stream of nasty talk in Spanish. "That's it puta, bounce your culo on that plug while you suck my pinga, worship the cock that is going to breed you full of cum all night long." I keep sucking his cock, feeling his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down, making me throat his cock, feeling it pry my throat apart to lodge deep in me. "Let it rest there for a bit puta, you will like this." He says to me as I feel something traveling down his shaft and into my throat. I realize he is pissing, and I push my hole harder on the plug, not even able to swallow his piss, it's just going directly down my throat. He grabs his dick hard to cut the flow, and pulls it out to let me get a breath. "Ahora no derramar una gota, beber mi orina maricón." Now don't spill a drop, drink my piss faggot. He says to me and I almost have time to moan before his piss starts hitting the back f my throat and I have to struggle to keep up with it. After the fourth or fifth swallow, my stomach starts to rebel and I harshly crush the gagging feeling and keep on drinking papi's piss down, when he starts to let the spray go all over my face, in my hair, and all over my body. When he's finished, he looks at me, and grins. "Good job puta, you are makin papi proud of you. Now get your ass up and in the sling." So I get up and hop in the sling, letting it hold me, and I can see the restraints. Thinking nothing of it, trusting my hot rough and tumble Papi, I restrain my feet, then I do one wrist. He grins at me again "Ansioso por entrégate a mí totalmente, ¿eh coño? Si usted tuviera alguna idea de lo que voy a hacer contigo ..." Eager to give yourself to me totally, huh cunt? If you had any idea what I am going to do with you... He straps my remaining wrist into place, and I have no idea what he just said to me, but i can see that my soft little dick is leaking precum like mad, even if I can't seem to get hard. Javier notices my gaze and laughs. "Now that you are tied into the sling and can't get away, I can tell you. The blunt you smoked? It was laced pretty heavily with Tina. And you smoked it to your face like a good little puta. That burning that you felt while I was fingering you? That was me putting meth into your cunt to get you ready and pliable to what I have in mind now. Now? Now I'm going to slam you full of Tina, and turn you into my true cumwhore. Oh, and since you never asked me my status, I just want you to know that I am poz, and that all of the other men who are waiting downstairs to use your cunt are poz too." He grins at me as my face falls. "But. I didn't want to do chems, and I don't want to be poz, Papi, please let me go!" I start struggling, trying to get myself loose, but fail miserably. After about ten minutes of trying to get free, I realize that I am going no where. The whole time I am trying to get free, Javier has his fingers in my ass, and is pushing on my button, making my dick leap, and making involuntary moans escape my mouth instead of the protests I want to scream at him. He stands there laughing until I give up, at which point he goes and retrieves his syringe. "You are mine now, puta, for as long as I care to keep you here. You will take what dick I say, and you will love every second of it. This little rig here will make sure of it!" He laughs again as I quietly whimper "No, please, don't do this. I won't fuck bareback anymore, I don't want to be poz!" "But, you won't have to worry about condoms ever again, you can be as big a slut as you want now, puta." He has a rubber tube wrapped around his own arm and I watch as he sticks the needle into his vein and draws back a little blood. Then he pulls the syringe out of his arm, without injecting anything, and wraps the rubber tubing around my arm. "You will want to hold still for this," he says as I start to struggle. "Move around while I'm trying to slam you and you are going to be in the worst pain you have ever felt." I stop moving, and hold still for him, terrified, breathing rapidly, whimpering over and over again "No, no please no." There is the pressure and the pinch of the needle breaking through my skin and into my vein, and I watch as he depresses the plunger and three quarters of the bloody mixture disperses into my veins. Javier grabs another tube, and puts it around his arm, slides it into his vein and gives himself the rest. Putting our arms close together so he can grab the tubing at the same time for both of us he says "Three, two, one. Blast off pig!" And he pulls the tubing off of both of us. For a second, I feel nothing, then heat, and then a strong scratch in my throat. I cough once, twice, three times, and then gone are all my protests. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Is all I can say as my papi laughs again at me and says "Now you are my poz puta, you have my tainted blood in you along with my chems. Tell papi what you want puta, tell him what you need." I am moving my ass up and down as much as I can, my dick soft still and leaking precum again like mad. All I can think I that I need dick, in my ass, in my mouth. I need to service men, and be a pig whore for them. "I need cock, Papi, in my ass and mouth, I need to please men with my body, I need to do what you want to please you!" "Good pig, I will just call the others up here while I slip this nice bit of meth up your cunt." He calls to his buds "He's ready, come and get your raw pig slut!" He pushes the crystal of meth up my hole, and puts his cock head there, waiting for his buddies to come upstairs. As soon as they arrive, he drives his cock balls deep into my cunt in one motion, and my hole just swallows it. Eats the whole thing, no matter how much that would have hurt me earlier today. I scream "FUCK YEA PAPI! GIVE ME YOUR COCK!" And his buds laugh at me, coming over and forcing their cocks into my mouth while Javier brutally fucks my ass. I can feel my hole getting slick, so I ask papi if he has bred me already. "No, puta, you are feeling my precum mixing with your blood. Those two things are lubing your cunt for me, and I am getting close to filling you with my poz cum. Are you ready for it? Because here it comes!" He slams his dick in and out of me a couple more times, then slams in balls deep as hard as he can when I feel his cock expand and start to fill me with his cum. Without touching myself, without even being hard, my formerly neg boy cock shoots it's last neg load out all over my stomach to the cheers of the anonymous men standing around me. Javier grinds his dick into me until it has gone too soft to work for that, then offers my hole to the next man, a tall, husky black man with a dick even bigger than Javier's. "You are gonna take all of our poz loads this weekend, slut. And you are going to beg us for each one. We saw how you came when Javi bred you full of his poz load. Now you will be getting ours. Probably a lot of piss too. And maybe a fist or two. More than that if I have my way though. Maybe more to come, all comments on my first story here are welcome.

Two load Tuesdays So I get a message from a man I have frequently bottomed for. Great cock! and usually multi cummer too. So I get to his place grab a sports drink from the fridge. Mind you ive been SUPER horned up all day. been craving a Raw cock to breed my bubble butt! so I walk into his room. he's watching some hot Tage team porn of these 2 hung daddy types pounding this twink that looks unconscious but he wasn't he was just im the moment!! we all been there He says, "Boy get my dick wet, that's all the lube you get for now" so I slurped on thar thick, 7in precum soaked cock for 3 secs before he sprang up, flipped me over, push my back down and rammed that cock balls deep I love this role play with him but like a heads up first but I slipped into character quick and asked him to ease up. "no boy," as he pounds away, "I've got a BIG suprise for you and he is walking in right now, but stay right there face down. no peeking no talking." My heart is pounding in my chest with excitement. suddenly a HUGE Mushroom tip cock smacks my hole 3 times, and it was a wet smack, ***smack*** ***smack*** ***smack*** A deep voice says, "you ready for my monster cock?" see trick question, in this case I'm not allowed to speak unless granted. "Wow, you are right man, he is a good boy. listens as he should, now speak " thank you sir, and yes sir I am ready for your Monster cock sir" " when im done you might not be able to walk for about 20 minutes, most guys lose the feeling in their legs from either the size or the pounding your gona get. but I promise, you will be back for more," right then he grabbed my hips and started to just push that huge to in, finally my hole opened, only a little bit. I let out a sharp moan, and he says, "aww does the boy need lube? speak." sir yes sir please sir." He spits in his dick that the head is in my pulsing hole and shaft of if massive cock and says, "that's enough, haha, now you may look and see what it looks like before I go balls deep," thank you sir.... I turn to take a look, and this MF has at least a 13 Maybe fuckin 14 inch, coke can thick, cock. Sir can I please have more lube" he smack my face and Said, " naughty boy know better to talk without permission," all I remember from that second was sharp sharp stabbing pain inside me, as he no mercy, no lube, firmly went balls deep in me I blacked out from the pain for at least 5 seconds. he is lookin at me with these fierce eyes laughing when i came too. " ah I love when they pass out when I do that." he literally ripped my hole he had to of. I try to scream my safe word and his giant hand goes over my mouth and he said, " Nope didn't hear it," and continued to just wrecking my hole. after awhile I didn't feel anything down there. what seemed like hours was only 1.5 hours. and suddenly he grabs my head pulls toward in and opens my mouth and spits it in. and says "are you ready to feel ropes of cum fill you? with tears in eyes but a shit grin on my face. his cock started pulsing so much it felt like his cock doubled in size 5 minite I swear he shot so much cum in me. then smacks my ass and pulled out fast that it almost made a POP sound cuz of that giant head. HES all yours now, careful look at my load, there's a lil pink in it. and they got quiet and chucked as his friend left laughing. then the guy I usually met frequently turns around with a crazy look on his face and says now now it's my turn. as I look down he is wearing an extender thing on his cock that had like texture wave and half marble sized balls on the shift. he put something up to my noise and told me to breath in. he did the other nostile too. within seconds my mi.d and body didn't care what was pressing up to my hole. I literally started pushing towards him. He says, I fn knew you would love it. tjen again... balls deep and this time i blacked out for awhile. but he kept going for at least 20 min. I feel a smack on my face. hey wake up, I'm gona....cum...and bam he shot even more than the last guy. that it was squirting out the side of my now wrecked hole. and what I didn't realize is as he walked away. there was a bio hazard tat about the left cheek. I sudden panicked for one second. until I looked down and my cock was rock hard. and shooting cum. Now boy. you may leave. when you are able to walk. I know you didn't expect that but we've been wanting to tear that hole for so long. you may become part of our family it our seed takes. I never said I wanted poz seed. then he said, "well we know you chased before years back. we were the ones you ghosted" Now, don't act Like you don't want it. I lay back down looking at the ceiling and now notice the biohazard sign painted in red on the ceiling, bloody cum dripping out of my wreaked hole. memories from years back of me on poz porn sites, jerking off wanting rhe bottom to be me. I started to get hard. as the guy smiles and says," see? told ya." "what do you say?' SPEAK, "Thank you master." to be continued*****

I'd always been fascinated by the bathhouse scene. Something about back to back anonymous hookups just gets my engine purring as a horny bottom. It had been awhile since I'd been to one but it also been a rough week. My BF just left me, and my usual fwb weren't around. I needed fucking and I needed it bad. Normally I liked to play bare in bed, but anytime I'd been to a bathhouse I always made the guys wrap up due to the sense of elevated risk. This time though, I had been fighting off a serious urge to take some loads deep. At this point in the story I am an experienced bareback bottom, neg despite years of risky play, and not on prep. I'm not sure why I never went on prep, other than sometimes the subconscious makes decisions for us. So I made a pact with myself. I'd head down to the nearest bathhouse and leave the condoms at home. I wanted to take 12 loads total, ideally from at least 6 different guys. My record was 8 so this was only a small stretch but enough to make me work for it. I packed my bag and hopped the train. As soon as arrived I could tell it was going to be a fun night. It was Saturday so the place was packed. I checked in and went to find my locker. I could feel guys eyes on my tight little ass as I stripped and closed my locker. I returned the stares with a wink and headed off to find an open sling. I wanted to get a few loads under my belt right away to ease my anxiety. As soon as I got myself situated in a sling, three guys had already lined up to play. Off to a good start. The first guy came right up and started touching me and playing with my hole. "Love an unused hole. You want me safe or bare babe?" to which I replied "only bare please". He smiled and lubed up. Before long he was balls deep and fucking me hard while the other two watched. Without another word he shot his load deep in my willing cunt and pulled out. The second guy didn't hesitate to follow in the same fashion. The third guy was bigger than both of them and took his time with me, really pleasuring me as he fucked me deep and slow. We both came together and I could tell he shot a huge load in me. After he did he said he'd be right back. He returned a few moments later with a sharpie. "I want to help you keep track" he said as he wrote Load Count and struck 3 lines below it. I found this incredibly hot and said "lets make it 4 then". He gladly obliged and flooded my hole again, dutifully adding another strike to my thigh. He slipped the marker into a pocket in the strap of the sling, kissed me, and left. I decided it was time to move around so I got up, taking the marker with me, and headed in search of a nice cock to suck on to give my ass a small break. I quickly found a nice hung guy in a room with the door open who was jerking off alone. I quickly joined him and sank to my knees. He gladly released his hand from his cock and fed it to me. I could tell he was close so I wasted no time and made him shoot his load down my throat. Yum. "Find me later in a sling": I said and left. The evening was moving fast and my load count was only 1/3 there so I decided it was time to get back to it. I headed for the dark room, found a bench and got on, bending over and making my cunt available for whoever came along. After a few minutes I heard someone shuffle in and slowly his hands found me. Without ever saying a word, his hard cock found my hole and he slid right in, made easy by all the cum leaking out of me. He fucked me hard for a few minutes, came inside, and left without a word. Another cock followed in the same fashion. This one managed to grunt "fuck yeah you're a cum dump" before pulling out. I was incredibly turned on and hadn't cum since the sling. I needed more. I stumbled out into the hallway and took my trusty sharpie to myself, adding two more strikes. I wasn't counting mouth shots, so now I was up to 6 loads. As I did this, I noticed a tall strong looking guy watching me from the other side of the hallway. He had a long thick cock. I glanced him up and down noticeably enough for him to walk over and talk to me. As he got closer I noticed a biohazard tattoo above his hip. I knew what this was, and it wasn't what I was seeking. Nevertheless, he was very attractive and his cock was amazing. "Taking a few loads there, huh boy?" he said looking down at me. "Yes sir" I mumbled back, still gazing at his cock. "You want a few more?" he responded, cock twitching and rock hard. "I...um.." I stumbled over my words, looking at him, his cock, back to his tattoo, back to him. "I'm not on prep". "No? Hm, well maybe you're not ready for my toxic loads yet then, but I'm sure we will change that". With that he leaned in and kissed me hard, and grabbed my ass, then walked away saying "it's your choice". Looking down my cock was so hard. Fuck. Why did that turn me on so much? Now throbbing, I needed a distraction from that beautiful cock. Passing a few rooms, I finally found one that was open. Two guys were jerking each other off in a bed. I stepped in and offered myself "need a bottom boys?". They both nodded enthusiastically and got up to make room for me. They both fucked me missionary, taking turns tagging me with their bare cocks. Soon enough my count was up to 8 as I left the room with their loads dripping down my leg. In the hallways I passed mr biohazard again. Fuck I thought, my cock just twitched again and he definitely noticed as I blushed and looked away. I felt him look back as I passed and chuckled - probably at the amount of cum leaking out of my well used hole. I headed back to the sling, hoping to free my mind from this little trap and bump my count up as I was starting to get a little tired. Sure enough as I strapped in, and secured my sharpie back in its original place, another man was at the door staring at me and jerking himself off. I motioned him to come in. He walked up, staring at my leg and all the tallies counting up the loads I'd taken. "I love cum dumps" he said. "you want me to fuck you?". "please" i managed to moan back. "Good, I have been waiting for someone to let me breed them all day". He slid in easily. His cock was on the smaller side, but he had a good build and a cute face. And honestly after the ravaging I'd been taking a smaller cock was kind of a relief. He really got off on my sloppy but still tight enough little hole and shot his load quickly into me. A little disappointed, I was quickly relieved when he didn't pull out and started thrusting again - driving his first load deeper and then finally shooting a second one in me. "fuck yes, add your tallies please" I said as he pulled out. I could feel his fresh cum leaking out of me. He looked down as it splattered on the floor. "Shame, I wish more had stayed inside you. You're pretty full.". With that he got down on the ground and started eating me out, extracting all those loads with his tongue. It felt amazing. He came back up and planted a big cummy kiss on my lips. "Let's try that again" and as though he had endless stamina, he thrust his cock back in me again - fucking me slow and deep this time until he shot what felt like the biggest load yet deep inside. He pulled out, added another tick line to my thigh, kissed me, and left. 11 loads will have to do, I thought to myself. It wasn't going to get better than that. But I wanted to cum again, so I lingered in the sling for a few minutes, jerking myself off. Before I could cum I heard a voice at the door. "I guess you're ready for me now." I looked up to see mr biohazard, harder than before, standing in front of me. Fuck. My cock got even harder at the sight of him. "Let me help" he said, taking my cock into his hand. I returned the favor, I thought maybe I could satisfy him with a mutal jo and call it a day. As we played with each other he leaned in close, and said "I need to be inside you boy". Looking up at him I must have just looked like an utter slut. I opened my mouth, providing an invite, again hoping this would satisfy him. He took me up on it, pulling me forward so he could get his cock deep in my mouth. As I sucked him he started talking to me. "No point resisting me now boy. I just watched you take 3 poz loads from my friend Ben. He's even more toxic than I am. But I don't want him to have all the fun, I had called you first.". With his cock filling my mouth I couldn't say a word but panic clearly spread over my face. "Don't worry, it'll be okay. I guess you have a choice now, huh? You can get out of here, get some pep and you probably won't convert. Or, you can stay, and enjoy this big cock burying itself deep in your fertile little hole. You can give in to my big poz loads. Heck if you do that, maybe I'll even go home with you and we can make a night of it. Yeah, I think you'd like that". My heart was racing as his words sunk in. I'd already taken 3 poz loads? As he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he pushed me back and started to tease my hole with his cock. "What'll it be then boy?". My fear was quickly turning to ecstasy as he gently pushed the head of his cock into me. Looking over his shoulder I could see a few guys had gathered to watch, and one of them was the very guy who'd given me the sharpie. He caught my glance and said "Wow you're doing great on that load count, I didn't realize mine wouldn't be your only poz load of the night". FUCK. I'd been taking poz loads all night?! At this moment something in my brain snapped. I broke. All my mind could focus on was this huge hard cock begging to enter me, and that missing 12rh strike on my thigh. I looked up at him and just managed to choke out the words "just take me then". At this all he and the guys at the door went wild. "yeah boy, I knew you'd give it up" he just about shouted and with that he pushed in - all the way in - fucking deep inside me. I felt his balls hit my ass as I let out a loud moan and gasped "oh fuck yes". He went to town on me, fucking slow and deep and then by the end railing me harder than any guy yet. I felt him tense up and he leaned in close to growl "take my poz load" and shot an enormous rope of cum straight into my bare, unprotected cunt. As he did I exploded all over myself, lost in the waves of the orgasm he was burying in my guts. He kept his cock inside me for a minute, finally pulling out. As he did two of the guys who had been watching immediately approached and without asking fucked me back to back dropping two more loads inside me. Poz daddy watched the entire time. When they finished he took me again. This time slow and lovingly, kissing me while he did it. I put one hand on his tattoo and used the other to pull him deeper into me. "Thats it little slut, you got what you needed now" and he shot another poz load in me. "Lets get you cleaned up" he said, as he drew the additional 4 lines on my leg. I'd now run out of room on my little thighs, all marked up. 15 loads. I was in shock. He walked me to the showers and helped me clean up and get dressed. My mind was spinning. "So, I'm james by the way. What do you think? You wanna take me home and keep the fun going?" Even to my own surprise I nodded quietly and grabbed his hand. The whole train ride back he held me close and kissed me, not caring who was watching. As we entered my apartment it all became real. I had brought this stranger, who just helped try and poz me, home. I brought him to my home, to fuck me all night and do whatever he wanted to me. What have I become? As these thoughts started to race, I felt his hands wrap around me. He gently unbuttoned my pants and started to undress me. As his hard cock pressed against my bare ass again, my mind went blank. I led him straight back to the bedroom. "We've got a long night ahead of us" he growled as he spread my legs and thrust his big, bare, poz cock into me again. I moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear as he took me again, and again, and again that night. I guess I made my choice.

It seems I’ve always been attracted to rough and wild men. It’s like the attraction between two magnets. I know if I were to take time to turn them around and really get to know them, I’d probably feel repulse and they’d certainly be repulsed by my ‘good boy’ persona. Just at first sight I can’t help myself. My erotic imagination goes into overdrive. As a kid I was adamantly opposed to smoking, but the Marlboro man on the cigarette adds was the hero of what I wanted to look like when I grew up. At a church teen retreat I met a ruggedly handsome, foul mouthed, teen who my heart melted for. I couldn’t get enough time with him. He had a tortured streak deep inside that sucked my desire in even deeper. He was his schools drug dealer, and even sold to his little brother. I couldn’t find it within myself to judge him. Nothing came of that silly teen romance, but I remember it as one of the formative experiences of my life. For the most part as a non-drinker I was never really that comfortable in gay bars, but I found myself going regularly to a seedy hotel that had a male stripper night. I was so jealous of the strippers’ gorgeous bodies and their confidence to take it all off in front of a crowd. And in Vancouver they took it all off, full frontal views of their usually huge, gorgeous erections. There was one man that was always there in the audience. Usually with a woman or two. He always seemed half drunk in that happy smiley loose limbed kind of way. He had that classic rugged handsomeness that always pulled me in. And the charismatic presence that I couldn’t help but feel jealous over. I found myself worshiping him from a distance. Even though he was with women I frequently saw him slip out for a smoke or slide into the bathroom with a guy or three. There was no doubt in my mind what was happening in those bathroom forays. On my fifth night seeing him I still couldn’t even muster the courage to say hi. Imagine my surprise when he crossed the crowed room and came directly to me. Without a word he grabbed me by the collar and towed me across the room almost pulling my shirt off. As we approached the bathroom he hissed at me; “I’m gonna breed your nerdy ass.” Before opening the door, he opened his shirt and there on his beautiful right chest was a biohazard tattoo. He barked, “Don’t look so shocked, I know ‘goodie two shoes boys’ like you really want my toxic sperm.” When the bathroom door opened out came a tall handsome tanned blond-haired Dane. Clearly, they were friends from way back from the passionate kiss that ensued. I was summarily pushed aside and as the two turned to go into the bathroom he asked me to ‘take care’ of his women friend until he got back. He read the look of disappointment on my face and said, “You know the rules, you know how it works, buy her a drink.” After he left, I considered trying to figure out these strange rules, but in the end I just walked away feeling dejected and used. I would see him every stripper night after that. I’d still feel attracted to his rugged handsome aura, but I managed to stay away. As magnetic as my attraction to him was, as much as I knew I wanted to ride his raw cock in a bathroom stall, I just wasn’t sure I wanted his ‘special sperm.’ And I was totally confused that I was even giving it any thought. Recently I was in hospital for a few weeks. I was headed outside to get some fresh air. This took me passed ‘Admitting’. There at the wicket were two prison security guards checking in a prisoner dressed in a bright orange jump suite and cheap runners. The sleaves were rolled up so I could see crude tattoos on his arms, hands and fingers. The same quality of bad tattoos also emerged up the side of his neck and behind his ear. He had a seven-day scraggly beard and although his hair was clean it was long and raged, His face was on the handsome side with a decidedly strong jaw. I altered my course to be sure to get a look at the front of him. I was not disappointed, as I expected, the front buttons of the jumper suite were open halfway to his navel, gaping and exposing his sinewy lightly haired chest. And you guessed it, two crude dagger tattoos came down pointing toward each other on his pecs. I went on about my day, but these images of him kept creeping back into my mind. I was enjoying the freedom to move about after a week and a half confined to bedrest. I was gone from my private room for a couple hours. When I returned, I was informed someone else needed that room more than me and they were ready to move me to a ward. I fully expected this would happen eventually with my lack of private insurance. Curiosity got the better of me and later that night I roamed past my previous private room. Sure enough, guarding the door were two prison guards. Sneaking a glimpse inside I could see the ruggedly handsome prisoner shackled to the bed. He was now shirtless, I presumed even naked under the light sheet, and watching TV. He caught me staring and returned a glare. I suspect he meant for this to scare me away, but it was like the power of the magnetic attraction was turned to electric. You know, those magnets they use in wrecking yards to pick up vehicles they are lifting into the crushing machines. I would find myself wandering by his room for glimpses four and five times a day. Then I met him being led down the hall. One of the guard’s was speaking. “Ten minutes of fresh air, and you can have a smoke, but that’s it. Any funny business and even this privilege will be whipped from you. Do you understand?” He grunted the affirmative. Excursions through the smoking area were added to my escapes from the monotony of my room. Many times, I found him there sullenly sucking away on his fag, looking dejected by one and all, especially his board and hostile looking guards. Then one evening after dark I noticed a guard smoking with him. They were actually talking, joking and laughing. The guard held out his pack to me and offered for me to join them. I demurred; “Sorry I don’t smoke those things.” Grabbing his own crotch the prisoner laughed blurting; “Maybe not those, but you would this.” The guard also laughed good naturedly and my gaydar went off for both of them. We chatted casually for a bit until the guard spoke up; “Sorry guys, but I’ve got to bring this smoke break to a close. My partner will begin to wonder. If you can suck him off real fast behind that garbage bin I’ll keep watch. Then I’ve got to get him back.” The prisoner pulled me behind the bin and pushed me to my knees. His slender seven-inch cock was down my throat in a flash. I sucked for all I was worth as his hands manipulated my head to give me the face fuck of my life. With no warning he was soon blasting, painting my tonsils with his cum. Eight powerful spasms and I swallowed every one. It was only when he pulled out of my mouth that I noticed even his dick was tattooed. It was crude and also just in black, but it was definitely a stinging scorpion.

Let's be clear about terminology: Pulling out before shooting the load up a Hole = "rutting" Pumping the load up the bottom's gut = 'breeding" Now. I understand why most bottoms want every Cock in the fuckjoint to cum in their Hole. I love guys with that special need, but there's another facet to consider. Many, if not most Tops like to rut in as many holes as they possibly can - and then either breed the last one they're in when the night grows long, of go back and find their favorite hole and shove the load to that guy. Most Tops love to try out -experience - rut in - as many Holes as possible. That may seem inconvenient to most bottoms, but that's the way we're wired. It seems that many bottoms think they should get virtually every load that gets pumped up any Hole in the fuckjoint. That mindset may be inconvenient for Tops, but it's just the way many bottoms are wired. Point: NO guy gets everything he wants every time. Every guy gets some of what he wants, hopefully every time. Occasions when a guy gets everything he wants (ruts in every Hole in the fuckjoint/takes the load off every Cock in the fuckjoint) are almost impossible to achieve, so we need to concentrate on getting & giving as much pleasure to each other as we possibly can. Tops and bottoms are not alike - but we can give some of our opposite number what they most need, and receive from them what we most need. Outside of a private event, no guy gets everything, every time. We all get something, every time. Fantasies are just that. Reality and respect dictates we do the best we can to fulfill our partners fantasies and do the best we can for every guy.

Nice breedings, the way we like to get 'em. Which is any and every way - Oink! [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/19-the-need-to-breed-xhZAnWk

He does a good job of breeding his boy. Sometimes the boy breeds him. [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/pareja-amateur-follando-4519300

My porn fan fuck Received a message from this guy who said he’d seen my porn online that he’s watched for ages, and as he was visiting thought it would be rude not to offer to breed his 5 day load into my cunt. I immediately told him I was interested. He wanted to dump his load totally anon, fuck n go! I agreed that’s the best and horniest way. I told him I’d get ready and sent the address. He wanted me as he’d seen me in my vids, hooded, ass up in a cummy jock and harness and my cumdump socks on show. He turned up just as arranged and stripped to just his socks. He pulled and inserted my large butt plug that I left parked in my hungry cunt. The soft sloppy gape proves irresistible to a precum leaking dick I’m glad to report. A few firm wipes across my hole with the tip of his dick introduced my cunt to his sticky oozing contents of his hot tight bollicks. One of the most pleasurable parts of cumdumping is having the pleasure of being lined with a hot covering of strangers intimate precum, Knowing that precum to me is more precious than cum. He responded by pushing firecefully but slowly inside me until balls deep. It feels like a twisted signing of a contract to breed. Anyone can fuck and breed me and it starts with that precum lubing. Having had my moment of sleaze heaven I could concentrate on serving this stranger by letting him totally have my cunt. I arched my back and he started a gentle thrusting rhythm, him now enjoying the sloppy benefits of his precum lubing. A couple of huffs on the poppers and I handed them back to him. I love how guys like to Popper up when they have their dick parked inside me. He took it back hard as he increased the power in his thrust! Then he went for it and gave my cunt a real horny workout, filling my cunt with his girthy dick. While fucking I handed him my phone and asked him to show me what he could see. He recorded a short video whilst I begged for it for the camera. It was enough to push him close to shooting. He threw the phone down and grabbed my hips. He really went to town on my hole, fucking it hard and fast. He told me he was close, so I begged to be bred just like he’d seen me do in the videos he’d watched. It was enough to Make him shoot and he exploded his 5 day cum load deep in my cunt. It felt horny as fuck being loaded by a porn fan and he made sure he transferred every cum drop as he flexed his dick inside me. He gently pulled out and commented how that was every bit as horny in real life. It was as a complete fluke he was visiting and he told me that made his holiday! He tagged me and left me properly bred!

I'm so scared, just yesterday I read a terrible news about Utah: approved law obliges school to PHYSICALLY DESTROY some books and, they aren't "porn" books at all! They talk about "non-traditional" love, different gender and equity in society, one even talks about a serodiscordant relationship between two teen boys... It seems they even have a registry of banned books. [self-censored hate speech] I'd better bite my fingers or I don't know what comes from there! I hope people really start to protest, because books and Internet censorship is the introduction to totalitarism. Not to seem ableist for what I say, but can people be so blind in their brain? Those powerful minorities are using children as an excuse to kill world's freedom. I have sort of hope though, that this one of destroying/burning books has been kind of provoking behaviour, a fake news. But knowing Far Right's madness I fear it's true. Needless to say what Far Right has done with olympic athlete Khelif.

She responded to protesters differently at the Arizona rally on Friday. The Democratic presidential nominee was not far into her address before thousands of vocal supporters when she was interrupted by some spectators yelling above the vice president. Harris' rally in Arizona was reportedly her largest since entering the 2024 race, with an estimated crowd of more than 15,000. "We are all in here together ... because we love our country," Harris said, gesturing toward the protesters. "We're here to fight for our democracy, which includes respecting the voices that I think that we are hearing from. And let me just say this on the topic of what I think I am hearing over there. Let me just speak to that for a moment, and then I'm going to get back to the business at hand." "Let me say, I have been clear," the vice president continued. "Now is the time to get a ceasefire deal and get the hostage deal done." [think before following links] https://www.newsweek.com/kamala-harris-pauses-glendale-arizona-rally-talk-protesters-ceasefire-1937336

A good question me thinks, did a search and found this interesting article... i kind of like that it's from Aljazeera ... perspective wise. Here's an excerpt and link: "Looking towards the Middle East, Harris’s selection of Tim Walz as her running mate locks in the missing piece on her ticket and provides further insight into what her administration could mean for the region. A sparse record on foreign policy makes it difficult to ascertain Harris and Walz’s exact stances on various critical issues. Still, we have enough clues to paint a picture of their future Middle East policy which, despite some nuances, looks like it would mirror that of President Biden. Subtle differences on Gaza Harris’s carefully crafted “As Israel defends itself, it matters how” approach to Israel’s war on Gaza since October 7 and her recent declaration of “I will not be silent [on suffering in Gaza]” in the wake of Netanyahu’s Washington, DC, visit have created some distance between her views on the conflict versus those of Biden in the eyes of American voters. Reports that the National Security Council had to “tone down” her language during a speech delivered in March, in which she referred to the conditions in Gaza as “inhumane” and directed Israel to increase the flow of aid, further highlighted this distinction. Although Harris has drawn a contrast with Biden through her slightly tougher rhetoric towards Israel on the growing death toll in Gaza and even did not preside over Netanyahu’s address to Congress on July 24, these choices do not hint at a deviation from ongoing, mainstream Democratic policy. After all, despite skipping his speech at Congress, Harris had a one-on-one meeting with the Israeli prime minister the next day, and publicly reaffirmed her ongoing support for Israel. In a campaign rally this week, Harris was interrupted by individuals protesting the war in Gaza, which she deflected from and said, “if you want Donald Trump to win then say that. Otherwise I’m speaking”. Her response was telling, and may indicate how she does not want the Gaza war to be one of the core issues of the campaign." [think before following links] https://www.aljazeera.com/opinions/2024/8/8/biden-vs-harris-on-the-middle-east-same-dance-different-steps

I seem to go through phases…sometimes I just want to top, sometimes I just want to bottom, and sometimes all I want is just some no recip head. Since the beginning of this summer…I’ve been getting a mix of all three but mostly topping and getting head. Haven’t been feeling like a proper bottom in ages. But yesterday I got the urge to bottom so bad. All it took was one guys dick pick on Grindr and it set it off. Didn’t bottom for the dude. But I did get hit up by another dude and within 20 minutes he was over. He looked younger than me and was a little taller so probably 6’2-3, and his dick was hung! Like 8 and thick. I’m not even a size queen. I prefer avg but this dick looked great. This dude had major bottom energy…but said he was vers. So I fucked him a bit in a few positions but my heart wasn’t in it and I was only like 3/4’s hard the whole time. Finally, I flipped him over and started sucking him to get him back to life. Straddled him and worked his cock while I jerked off. Got him to the edge a few times with my hole and would back off because I wasn’t ready yet. Finally, as I got closer to climax I started really working his dick with my hole. The faces he was making were so cute and I realized this kid is actually a looker. We ended up climaxing at the same time. I, on his chest and him in my hole. It was quite the experience to feel that big of a cock unloading in my hole. Like actually feeling it. I asked him his age as he was getting ready to leave and he bashfully said 18 but assured me he is almost 19. I almost said good slut but held back as I thought to when I was his age having sex with guys much older than me, lol. Even though I was still glowing from the experience, I’ve always wanted two loads in my hole and my inhibitions were down so I invited someone else I’ve been talking too. He wanted me face down and ass up and could be over in 15 mins. So I cleaned up a bit and got in position. As he is walking in, I turn around and get a peak and he is cute! Great smile. He pulls down his pants and is hard already! He gets behind me and starts licking my hole. Oops, I didn’t tell him I was loaded. Hope he didn’t notice 😉😈. He is eating my butt so good I start to moan. Gets behind me and puts his dick inside. Ooof, it was too quick so I back off and then slowly work it in me. I keep my hand on his thigh till I’m ready then I let go and allow him to go to town. I am fondling his nuts the whole time he is fucking me and enjoying feeling his strokes change and hearing his breathing as he is getting closer to nutting inside me. Finally, he cums inside and that is load two! Im probably even hornier at this point and there is a guy a mile down the road that can host. I think I’m going there for load number 3 but really what it turns into is an ass munching session that just wouldn’t end. Just what my battered pussy needed! Ended up coming from jerking off. And we ended it there and he was cool and appreciative that I made it over at all. Overall, a super crazy day and I’m still horny for more. Need to get on prep asap! hope you all enjoyed. Oh, also, I had to see what my hole looked like after those two loads and I filmed myself releasing those loads. So much cum!

Chapter 8 – Service Time Chapters 1 through 7 describe a weekend when my friend, Doug, served as my slave boy. He had to do whatever I wanted. So far, we’ve partied, fucked, and fisted him and each other. A few other guys now join us to bring this to a close. We took a break to get more liquids and blow clouds. My goal was to get Doug into the stratosphere because I was going to have us all run a fist train on his ass. Once we were ready, we led Doug over to the sling. The blindfold went back on so that Doug wouldn’t know who was doing what to him. I planned to have his ass filled with fists, his mouth filled with cock, and his cock getting sucked all the time. Once he was settled in place, we took our positions. First, I was going to fist him. Jeff was going to feed him his cock, and Lyle was already fondling Doug’s cock and balls, prepping to suck him. Jeff grabbed Doug’s head and pulled it to his dick. Doug opened wide and swallowed Jeff’s uncut piece. Jeff's cock hangs low, and he has huge balls. While he wasn’t hard, Doug worked his cock, licking and massaging it with his tongue. I readied my hands to fist him and told Lyle that I wanted him to take Doug’s dick in his mouth at the same time that I shoved my hand up his ass. Lyle kept playing with Doug’s dick, which was also feeling the effects of the T. On my nod, I inserted my hand into Doug’s ass while Lyle pulled Doug’s cock into his mouth. Doug groaned with the pleasure of being penetrated and sucked at the same time. He kept Jeff’s dick in his mouth but then moved down to lick and fondle Jeff’s balls. Jeff lifted his cock up so that Doug had the best access to his really hairy balls. Doug washed them with his tongue, breathing in the great scent of sweaty, furry balls. I worked my way slowly into Doug’s ass. Lyle was licking Doug’s cock and balls and had a great view of my fist sliding into his ass. Lyle looked up at me and grinned, knowing we would make my slave earn his keep for the day. Once I was at his second hole, I worked to open it up and get into Doug’s colon. He was wriggling around on the sling, and I knew he was experiencing intense sensations. Sensing this, Jeff placed the poppers under Doug’s nose and told him to take a deep breath. He did this twice before recapping the bottle. Once Doug exhaled, he pulled Jeff’s cock back into his mouth and opened his legs and ass even more for me. Lyle was still working Doug’s cock and balls and got a sweet spurt of precum. I poked and prodded in Doug’s ass and succeeded in getting through the bend in his colon. Once through, I repeatedly entered and exited it, giving him a thrilling sensation with each movement. I motioned Bud over and told him to lube up. Once he was ready, I began to extract my hand from the cavern of Doug’s ass. I took it slow, letting him feel my arm as it traversed his insides. He likes this slow movement and was flexing his ass muscles as I pulled out. Once I was out, I entered him again, just past my knuckles. I did this a few times so he would be surprised when Bud’s hand entered instead of mine. Bud and I switched off, and he was now driving into Doug’s ass. I got up and walked over to where Jeff was still getting sucked. He stepped away, and I put my cock in Doug’s mouth. He happily sucked me in. Doug then bent down on the other side from Lyle, and they both shared the sucking duties on Doug’s T dick. Doug was sucking me, and I was watching Bud fist him. Knowing what Bud could do, I was sure Doug was getting a great ride from him. Bud had an intense look of concentration on his face, and more than half of his forearm was inside Doug. I gave Doug some more poppers and pulled my dick out of his mouth since I wanted to watch Bud work his ass. Once Bud knew that the poppers had hit, he began to pound his hand in and out of Doug’s ass. Each time he’d pull out, Doug’s hole was left gaping, with lube dripping sensually out of it. Each time he’d go back in, Doug would groan in pleasure as his ass was filled with Bud’s furry paw. Now it was Lyle’s turn on Doug’s ass. He, too, gave him a deep and intense fisting. Lyle is into width, so he was sliding fingers from his other hand in alongside the one that was in Doug’s ass. He’d slide these around his arm, expanding Doug’s hole and opening his ass up further. Jeff also got a turn on Doug’s ass. He was able to slide his huge hand into Doug easily since Doug had been so well-prepped by the rest of us. He penetrated almost to his elbow, which was the deepest I’d ever seen Doug take. Some poppers helped with the depth and Doug was clearly enjoying himself. Last, they wanted me, Doug’s master, to fist him. When I sat down, I placed my fist at his hole and pressed forward lightly. The ease with which I slid in spoke to Doug’s openness. I pulled that fist out and put my other one in. I began to quickly alternate between my left and right fists, giving Doug an intense workout. His hole was wide open now, and I stopped fisting him briefly so that we could all appreciate his gape. His hairy hole was a beautiful gash, oozing lube. The lips were all puffed up and swollen. I got Lyle to slide his hand in and then worked mine in around Lyle’s. Knowing the intensity of being double-fisted, I figured that Doug would only be able to take this for a limited time, but he needed to feel the pleasure of having two of his buddies in his ass at the same time. Lyle and I then started to alternate: his fist, my fist, and his again. Bud gave Doug some more poppers, and he really worked his ass onto our fists. Doug was moaning with pleasure as we worked over his ass. At the end, I slid my fist deep into him and then slowly extracted it. On the way out, I made sure that he felt every knuckle and bulge of my hand as it traversed his ass. Once I was out, we left Doug in the sling to recover, and the rest of us went back to the bed. Bud and Jeff needed to leave, so I took the blindfold off of Doug so that he could say his farewells to them. Then, we got Doug out of the sling, and Doug, Lyle, and I cuddled together on the bed. Before he dropped off to a much-needed sleep, Doug whispered to me, “Thank you, master.”

Here's one of mine after Friday night at Mount in Palm Springs...

Exactly. I am as much of a cum slut as i am a cock slut

This in why I take any loads unprotected from anyone in bathhouse, porn theater, etc.. because I love to get used and love the feeling of cum running down in my legs

PART 2: WHY DID I JUST COME BACK That mother fucker was right. The last time you've heard from me was a hard stop to a story, but My ass needed to heal a lil bit. 😈 When I was finally able to walk out that door i did! I was mad at them but made at myself. but then anger turned into horniness. then my cock was rock hard again. he was watching me and laughing as I groped my leaking cock as I walked away. he instant messages me and says: IM from BBDaddyD: haha you r walking away hard aren't you. told you slut boy. now listen very closely, your hot ass and boy body be here in 3 days on Saturday night by 7pm. see you then my whore boy. IM BBDaddyD: why would you think I'd do that!!!! It's going to take a week to come back from that. IM from BBDaddyD: 1. IM GIVING YOU 1...1 PASS. DONT EVER SPEAK BACK AT ME LIKE THAT AGAIN. but....i get it. il reschedule the party for next week. is that enough time princesses hole to bounce back. and yes you may respond nicely or il come out that door and pound your hole in your car! To BBDaddyD: Thank you daddy for the time to heal. you said i could answer and I did but how many people will be at this party next week? From BBdaddyD: 😈😈😈 let's just say if your walkin and feeling this way after just the 2 of us, il make sure to make up the spare room cu you might not walk for days baby boy. after he sent me that. my mind was in so many places, I got hard thinking of more than just them 2, then my butt hole twitched thinking out all the cocks they know??? fuck some so dirty those 2 wouldn't touch them. I hope they like me enough not to invite to many skeevy men. what am I saying, all of them are that way. but as I drive home I start moving things around so I make sure to be there for them .. wait what the fuck???? -------2 DAYS BEFORE PARTY------ FW: EMAIL FROM- BBDaddyD PpozZ CluubB Presents: 😈Pozzing of The Boy who got away.😈 // POZZING GANGBANG PARTY// <<<<<Featuring the bottom slut hole, no load refused Connor CumCumDboy. and below that was a pic of me with his friend balls deep and fuck I was passed out! that musta been when he rammed in and the shock put me out. so I keep scrolling. Remember if you haven't paid pay today or no entry. that means you greggy!!! lol And remember! NO CONDOMS ALLOWED!! OTHER RECREATIONAL SUBSTANCES MUST BE DONE IN THE LOCKER ROOM BATHROOMS OR DOWN IN THE DUNGEON SUB BASEMENT AND AGAIN!! THANKS FOR BEING MEMEBERS OF THE: PpozZ CluubB -------------------TO BE CONTINUED---‐-----------

Chapter 4 – All Aboard Chapters 1 through 3 tell about a session with Matt, a long-time buddy of mine. He wanted to treat me for my birthday, and it has been a great treat. We partied, fisted, and had me on a fuck machine. Brett joined us first, and then his husband, Chad. Chad just fisted me in the sling, and Brett and Matt are fisting each other on the bed. Chad and I watched the other guys fist each other. It was clear that they were in their own world, each wrapped up in the sensations they were delivering and feeling themselves. While getting my ass worked over is awesome, it’s really arousing to see other guys play in their holes too. “How about a chariot ride?” asked Chad. The other guys paused in their actions as they considered the idea. It sounded fun to me. They agreed and pulled out of each other’s holes. We all decided that Matt would fist Chad and me; Brett was going to watch for a while. Who knew how long it would take Brett to get involved? So, Chad and I got on all fours with our asses facing Matt. I was on the right, and Chad was on the left. Matt started to add lube to his hands while Brett applied some Slam Dunk to our holes. First, Matt wanted to sink his hand into Chad. Chad told us that he doesn’t bottom often and would need some time to be opened up. Matt began sliding some fingers in Chad’s ass, eliciting some moans from him. Not to be outdone, Brett began to mimic the activities on my ass. My hole was way more ready than Chad’s, so Brett slipped in quickly. He leisurely fisted me while he watched Matt open up Chad’s hole. Matt took his time getting Chad ready. He used all four fingers on him to let him adjust to the sensation of being filled and then added his thumb. He didn’t go all the way in; rather, he told Chad to let him know when he was ready to take it all. It didn’t take long for Chad to say, “Stick it in me,” and Matt slid in up to his knuckles. More maneuvering was required to get Matt buried in Chad’s ass. Matt knew he’d be able to fist me deep pretty quickly, but he’d need to go slower on Chad. Once they were comfortable, Matt pushed Brett’s hand away from my ass. Brett left my hole and moved around to the front of us. I grabbed his cock and stuck it in my mouth, working it over with my tongue and lips. At the same time, Matt sunk his hand into my ass, slipping it in with ease. Now, he was fisting both of us. Chad looked over at me sucking on Brett’s cock and smiled again. I let Brett’s dick out of my mouth and leaned towards Chad so we could kiss. It’s so connecting when you have a guy filling both asses, and the guys are making out at the same time. We must have been kissing for a while because I felt Brett’s cock on my cheek. Chad and I started sucking Brett, both of us working his dick while we got fisted. Matt was going deep on me. I hoped he was being gentler on Chad, but I figured Chad would say something if he needed a break. In unspoken agreement, Chad and I both moved back from Brett’s cock. The position was not conducive to long-term sucking, and we needed to focus on what Matt was doing. Chad and I settled in for a nice fisting from Matt. Brett had moved away, and we later found out that he was eating Matt’s hole while he was fisting ours. When I proposed a fist train, they all agreed. Chad’s ass needed a short break, so he was at the rear of the train. He was fisting me again. I was fisting Brett, who was fisting Matt. It was awesome to be taking and giving a fist at the same time. After a while, we moved Matt to the back so that he was now fisting Chad, who’d had a little time to recover. Brett was getting fisted but had no one to fist. We rotated through so that we all got a chance to be in each position. Eventually, legs got tired, and we had to break it up. They had all gone deep inside me again, and even though my legs were tired, my ass was ready for more. Once we were all disconnected, we collapsed on the bed. Brett wanted to smoke more, so he pulled out the pipe that Chad had brought and fired it up. Their stuff was good, so I only needed a few hits to revive my high. As we passed the pipe, we were also fondling and stroking each other. The constant contact was exhilarating and got me excited for more play. We also had some more beverages, this time without any G. I wanted to get Chad in the sling. The idea of seeing this hairy behemoth with his legs spread wide and his hole open to the world was exciting for me. He got in and settled in. I sat on the chair at the foot of the sling and took in the view. His hairy hole looked amazing, with the lube matting all the hair down around it. I lubed up and used fingers from both hands to probe his hole. He had been fisted in the chariot and the train, but I still had not been inside him. This time, it was my turn. I looked up at him to see if he was ready for my hand. He nodded, and I slipped my hand inside his ass. His hole was warm and ready. He took my hand easily, and I was in just past my wrist. I flexed my hand around inside him and used my fingers to travel across the walls of his ass. I also added in some twisting motion, enjoying watching his hairs glide through the lube on my arm. Once we had settled into a comfortable position, I began some back-and-forth motions. Never pulling all the way out, I would let my knuckles expand his hole as I pulled back. I rubbed across his prostate several times, each time prompting a moan to escape from his lips. Remembering what he did to my ass, I told him that I wanted him to ride my arm. I stood up and braced my arm against my stomach since he would probably be putting a good amount of force into sliding on my arm. Once we were in a good position, Chad braced his feet on the frame and started to swing the sling, sliding his ass back and forth on my arm. He started out with a small swing but worked up to a pretty intense depth. He even pulled far back a few times, causing my hand to leave his hole. The repeat insertions always got him groaning with pleasure, so the next time he did it, I made a fist with my hand. When he tried to slide back down, he realized what I had done. He grinned at me and picked up the poppers. After taking a few good huffs, he pushed down, and my fist popped into his ass. This caused a serious amount of groaning and flexing, with him really riding my arm. He pulled back to take my fist a few more times before he finally collapsed back with my arm deep inside him. “Sit down”, he told me. When I went to sit, I discovered that one of the other guys had put a dildo on the chair. One of them was holding it, and I maneuvered my hole to the tip of the toy and started to slide down. Fuck, this was the knot dildo from earlier! When I got to the knot, I took a deep breath and pushed my ass out, and easily took the knot. When Chad saw me sitting on the chair, he said, “Cool, now we’re both fucked.” His evil grin was everything to me. I continued to fist Chad and grind my ass on the dildo. It was attached to the seat with a suction cup, so I could swivel my ass around on it and move up and down. The up-and-down movement was more difficult with my fist in Chad, so I focused on more side-to-side motions. It was fun to be fisting someone and have a huge dildo in my own hole. Chad was tiring out. He asked me to pull out and said that he doesn’t get fisted very often. “Fuck that; I think that’s only the second or third time I’ve seen you take a fist,” exclaimed his husband. Chad was quite good at it, regardless. I broke the suction on the dildo so that it would stay inside when I stood up. It was long, so the feeling was intense when I was standing with it embedded in my ass. I helped Chad out of the sling and then wrapped him in a big hug. “Thank you for this,” I whispered in his ear. We walked over to the bed and cuddled together. After a bit, Chad said that he and Brett needed to leave. We tried to get them to stay and play more, but it was late, and they had things to do in the morning. They had bothered Ubered over so they could go home together. Before leaving, Brett pulled two twenty-dollar bills out of his wallet and handed them to Matt. I thought it was thanks for the drinks and supplies, but it served another purpose. They left and Matt and I hung out on the bed for a bit. He decided to put me back on the rim seat with a different, bigger dildo on it. Of course, the knot was still in me, so he slowly pulled it out of my ass. Then, he got the machine set up under the chair, loaded it up with a new dildo, and I sat on it. Matt held onto the remote to control the fuck. He started out slow, but I knew that there was lots more to come.

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Chapter 10: Return Journey Six months later, Steve and Jim were seated together in first class on a flight from Los Angeles to Orlando, where they would connect onto a flight to Key West. As the plane soared eastwards across the mountains and desert, Jim simply had to ask Steve yet again if he was sure he was doing the right thing. He’d asked some variant of the same question at least eight times in the previous week. By this time, Steve was a bit inclined to laugh at Jim’s overprotective mother-hen behaviour, but he restrained himself. “Jim, I told you before, I wanted to do this as the ultimate kiss-off to everyone in the whole wide world who thinks I’m actually an exclusive top stud – but especially to all the people in the industry who forced me to be that guy for so many years. It’s the best way for me to achieve final closure on that chapter of my life.” Jim nodded doubtfully, in a classic case of “Yes, I get it” from the intellectual side of his mind while it was abundantly clear that his emotional side didn’t get it at all. He was afraid Steve was going to get hurt by this return to the porn world, and behind that fear lurked the other darker one that he could never entirely set aside – the fear that he was going to lose his man in some way. When their flight landed in Key West, a car and driver were waiting to take them to the resort where the company were all staying. Jim gaped in surprise at the luxurious surroundings. Steve explained to him about Daniel’s hopeful multi-millionaire backer who kept dreaming dreams of getting the Hawaiian Nine into his bed if he were sufficiently generous. Jim’s comment, “Well, I give Daniel full credit for knowing just how to push people’s buttons,” carried a definite double meaning. At the company meeting, they heard that the title of this beachfront porn opus was going to be Nine in the Sand. For his part, Steve now heard for the first time that the two films he had agreed to make had somehow swollen to three, spread out over the next year and a half. Jim looked at him sternly while Steve shrugged his shoulders and turned his hands up in an “I didn’t know” gesture. They were only in Key West for three nights. This was going to be the express shoot to outdo all express shoots. Daniel had somehow managed to get permission from the private owners for a day’s exclusive use of their luxurious home and the sandy key on which it was the sole structure. His backer had to cough up a princely sum as a security deposit, and they were subject to strict conditions: they must arrive promptly at 9:00 am when the caretaker would admit their vans through the main gate, and they must leave promptly at 7:00 pm when the caretaker would return to let them out. No coming or going was to happen at any other time. Due to these odd conditions, the shoot had to be meticulously organized, with Leanne (the business manager) and Marina (the costume coordinator, also known as the General of the Jockstraps) drawing up lengthy lists of every item they had to bring with them, from pool floats and snorkel gear to diverse colours of swimwear, hats, and sunglasses to food and drink for all during the filming breaks. Because of the pressure of timelines, the entire film had to be shot in one day, with two different camera crews filming at a time – one on the beach, and one by the pool, while Daniel, Leanne, and Marina moved back and forth to keep an eye on everything. Daniel had his fingers crossed that this complex scheduling setup was going to work. Because of the tight schedule, the film was carefully planned so that, in each scene, only one model of each two would actually cum. Other cumshots were faked internally. That meant that even in the last scene of the day, the beach orgy, there were still enough visible bursts of cum to satisfy the director. “If anyone can muster a second visible and good cum shot, more power to you, “he said, “but don’t try if it means your second effort is just going to be a dribble.” Steve was not the only performer who took that as a personal challenge. In his first scene, he bred a young Filipino man named Jacky, an experienced porn bottom who managed to take his huge cock and ten-squirt load with no trouble (although with plenty of squirming and squealing). Jacky joined the list of guys who had blown off a load without even touching themselves when they got the Rammer treatment. Then, at day’s end, he got the personal privilege of topping Daniel again at the grand climax of the beachfront orgy, and gave him the full treatment, producing a second Rod Rammer Ten Squirts Money Shot to round off the day. With terrific performances from everyone involved, Daniel was sure that the final 45-minute orgy scene of Nine in the Sand was going to be one of the hottest things ever filmed in gay porn. Jim, who’d beaten out an impressive load on the sidelines of the orgy while Marina stared hungrily at his dick, was inclined to agree. Steve had to explain to him later that Marina was a trans woman who had never bothered with getting any surgeries, and thus still had all her male appurtenances. The other really notable performance had been given by a newcomer, a slim, dark-haired guy of Hungarian descent named Arpad Nagy. Steve had been allowed to watch the filming of this sequence with Daniel, a scene in which an experienced Hawaiian Nine gradually persuaded a reluctant and near-virginal young man to give it up to him. Daniel had especially asked Steve to watch his performance here and give him any feedback. What Steve picked up most of all was a subtle but unmistakable vibe between the two of them. Being the man he was, he naturally felt sorry for young Nagy, knowing Daniel’s tendency to shut down all his personal feelings just to concentrate on the business at hand. Daniel reminded everyone that cleaning and washing off sand from all body parts and hiding places must be done at the beachfront shower before they dressed, and that they had just forty minutes to get ready for the van trip back to Key West. That produced a stampede to be first at the shower, and some shoving matches as some guys simply took too damn long. After a deluxe dinner back at the resort (funded by the unknown backer), the company all flopped into bed, somewhat the worse for wear after their exertions. The next day, they enjoyed a free day while Daniel and his camera crews pored over the footage, looking for any bits that might have to be patched with later close-up shots at home. There were none. The boss heaved a massive sigh of relief that his gamble had paid off. He was even able to relax a bit on the deck and in the pool with the rest of the company and used the time to talk quietly with Steve and Jim about the reasoning behind the move to three films. The next one, to be entitled Hawaiian Ramming, would be the one which included the big scene between Daniel and Steve. Once they were home again from their 72-hour fling in Key West, Steve turned to Jim and said, “There! That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He knew that everything was okay when Jim laughed. The next film, Hawaiian Ramming, went on a longer field trip, filming over the span of a week in a rental villa in Palm Springs, about five months later. Jim once again came along for the ride with Steve and was now being treated as a kind of mascot by the entire company, their very own pet groupie. As for Steve, he had now relaxed enough that he felt comfortable letting himself grow into friendships with several of the members of the group, including a few of the performers and Will and Eddie, the faithful cameramen, as well as Marina and Leanne. The company members certainly noticed the considerable relaxation and calm which came over Daniel whenever he stopped for a few minutes to chat with Steve and Jim. The climactic scene of this entire film, of course, was the grand finale pairing of Daniel and Steve. It began with Steve sunning himself on a lounge chair by the pool, and idly rubbing his bulge as he lay there. He’d dressed himself with his dick pointing down this time, and it was quite a sight to see that aggressive erection lifting the leg opening of his swimsuit all by itself to push out into view. Certainly that sight attracted the attention of Daniel who came sauntering by the pool just at that point with his own swimsuit straining to hold in a rapidly growing hard-on. He paused for a moment, showing great interest, and then turned and walked over to the edge of the pool, down the steps into the water. As he went, he cast a seductive “Well, are you coming?” look over his shoulder. Steve took the hint, stood up, and followed him down the steps. In no time, the two of them were locked into a passionate embrace. Eddie had donned a mask and snorkel for this sequence and was sitting underwater with a weight belt on to hold him in place. His camera was tracking the action between the two men’s dicks as the scene unfolded. Will’s handheld camera and the two cameras on tripods were catching the above water show of duelling tongues. Even with all his experience at free diving, Eddie had to remind himself to breathe as he tracked the action, watching Steve’s one-eyed dragon continuing to extend itself until the head had gotten three inches down his leg beyond the hem of his speedo. Eddie was also sporting a full erection by this time, but he had sensibly dispensed with a swimsuit so he wouldn’t get distracted by painful constriction while filming. The entire passionate coupling unfolded in the water – the swimsuits sliding away, the cocks dueling, Daniel plunging under the surface to suck on Steve’s cock – up to the point where Steve was to return the favour. He didn’t have anything like Daniel’s experience as a surfer at holding his breath when driven underwater, so Daniel hoisted out onto the side of the pool while Steve moved in between his powerful thighs to swallow down the thick nine incher. Seeing those two famous cocks in action at the same time, “porn royalty” as Will and Eddie later called it, was going to be an unforgettable spectacle for future viewers. It got even better when Daniel slid back into the water and turned to face the edge of the pool, allowing Rod Rammer’s thirteen inches to work their way into his firm, rounded, muscular ass, finding the hole and penetrating deep inside his body. As Will put it later, it was a wonder that all the water in the pool didn’t flash into steam. Steve fucked Daniel slowly, but with full intention, for only about three minutes before he was ready to cum. Eddie caught a perfect close up of the Rammer, buried three-quarters of the way inside Daniel, the base of the shaft throbbing and flexing as Steve’s sperm ejected inside his partner. Then he pulled out, and the camera captured it all as the newly freed Rammer jumped up and down in the water, still pumping out clouds of milky sperm that hovered in the pool around the two of them. The sight was so mesmerizing that future viewers might very well miss the fact that Daniel hadn’t cum. After another bout of hot kissing, Daniel led the way up out of the pool and over to the lounger to give the fans a show they’d never seen before. The two of them lay together, Daniel on top of Steve, making out and fondling each other’s dicks to stay hard while Eddie got rid of his underwater camera housing and Will moved the tripod cameras to new positions, prepared to continue the shoot. When the cameras were running again, the kissing turned much more intense, tongues plainly swapping back and forth, and the fondling of two rigid dicks got more intense too. Then Daniel, broke the kiss, sliding smoothly down Steve’s body and started lifting Steve’s legs, pushing them up and back over his prone torso – and there was the famous Rod Rammer, the legendary porn top to end all porn tops, lying on his back, totally vulnerable, with legs up and ass exposed as Daniel dived down and began eating his hole. Steve had rarely had his hole eaten on screen, and almost always as part of a 69 scene that proceeded from mutual sucking to mutual rimming. This was truly a first, to show himself to the porn viewing public in such an inviting position. Previous invitations from this source had always been to suck his enormous cock or get it plugged into someone else’s waiting fuckhole. Steve’s behaviour had changed too. No longer the gruff, tough top, he let himself go thoroughly with his own personal sensations, savouring the attack on his ass by a master of the art, and letting the thrill of it wash all through him. His head lashed back and forth on the lounger’s pillow, his eyes shut, his mouth emitting ecstatic moans and squeals of delight as Daniel worked on his hole. Will and Eddie knew what was going to happen and were expecting the direction the action went – but they had never anticipated such a shameless exhibition of pure bottom lust. When Daniel moved up and slid into Steve’s ass, Eddie stayed with the action down by the hole while Will moved up to catch the expressions playing across Steve’s face. At this moment, Will realized – as thousands and thousands of fans would realize when they watched this scene in the finished product – that he was seeing the real man behind the Rod Rammer name, for the first time ever. It was totally obvious that Steve was being taken all the way to bottom pig heaven by Daniel’s thick, straight cock, and enjoying this scene as he had never enjoyed any of the dozens upon dozens of scenes where he had topped someone else. That became clearer still as the cameras moved around, catching the action from different angles, while Daniel sank down on top of Steve and pounded hard and fast down into his now-open hole. That was Steve’s cue, to wrap his arms and his legs around Daniel’s body and draw him right into a close embrace. Daniel went right into that embrace with no hesitation, and planted his mouth right on Steve’s so they were kissing as he drove towards the peak. Steve was doing his best to work his hole on Daniel’s cock. He’d had a fair bit of practice by this time. Then Daniel started groaning that he was going to cum soon. Steve put everything he had into the words he had specially selected for this moment. “I want you to give it to me. All of it. All the way inside me!” In just a few more moments, he cried out in triumph, “Fuck, YEAH!”, as Daniel slammed down on him one last time. Daniel made a change in the script, too. He didn’t do the Rod Rammer-style shoot inside, pull out, shoot in again. He held it right inside Steve, all the way to the finish, while the camera captured just the base of his cock contracting again and again in the ring of Steve’s ass. Eddie held the camera right there as Daniel’s load began squeezing out of Steve around Daniel’s cock while the head was still propelling more sperm inside. Daniel pulled out, then, and Eddie’s camera missed none of the slow motion flow of Hawaiian cum pouring out of Steve’s body. Will, meanwhile, was focusing on the all-gone look on Steve’s face, even as he and Daniel kept kissing each other right through that huge orgasm. When Daniel finally pulled away, Will’s camera caught the sizable pool of cum all around the head of Steve’s still-rigid dick – and Steve had definitely not taken a hand away from Daniel’s muscular back to jerk that load out. The mere fact that he’d cum on such a grand scale hands-free ought to convince the most skeptical doubter that Steve was a born-to-the-role bottom. At least, that’s what Jim said during their drive back to Los Angeles two days later. Steve smiled, laid his hand on Jim’s arm and gave it an affectionate squeeze. “Thank you for helping me to reclaim my real self after the industry took it away from me.” Jim said nothing more during the remainder of that drive – just took his right hand off the steering wheel, clasped Steve’s left hand in it, and hung on until the exit where he had to pull off the Santa Monica Freeway, when he needed both hands again for driving on the city streets. When Hawaiian Ramming was released about six months later, the sales shot through the roof. The buzz (generated fifty-fifty by Leanne and by Daniel himself) was that the bonus scene with the Hawaiian Nine and Rod Rammer together was going to be just about the hottest thing ever filmed. To get it, the prospective viewer had to purchase the entire movie as well. It wasn’t available as a pay-per-view, or separately, but only as part of the full package purchase. The buzz over that one scene had built to the point where the advance pre-release sales were not just the biggest in Hawaiian Nine Films’ history, but no less than two and a half times bigger than the next biggest presale record for the company. The third film that Daniel had more or less tricked Steve into agreeing to do was to be filmed on location in Sitges. The incentive was the long list of awards for which Hawaiian Ramming had been nominated, since the filming would take place right after the awards presentation night in Barcelona. Daniel was very relieved to see that his scene with Steve had been nominated for the “Scene of the Year” award. That would make it all the more difficult for Steve to weasel out of his commitment, if he’d been thinking about doing that. As it turned out, he wasn’t. Steve and Jim turned up in time for the flight to Barcelona, in first class no less, courtesy of Daniel’s favourite patron. They entered right into the spirit of the occasion, laughing and joking with the others throughout the evening, and again after everyone was awake in the morning before landing. During the flight, though, Daniel approached them with another one of his ingenious ideas, and again he almost upset the apple cart. This time, his newest inspiration was that Steve should do his scene for this film with Jim as his scene partner. Daniel, of course, was picturing another marketing coup – a scene between a top-ranked pornstar and his real-life husband. Fortunately for all of them, Jim put the brakes on that idea right away – and Steve immediately backed him up. Steve also affirmed that this would definitely be his final bow in porn, and after this one last film he was going to retire again and stay retired. “For me personally, coming back into the business was a mistake. I’d quit for all the right reasons before, when I met Jim, and coming back was something I did for myself, and for you. Carrying on now would be something I would do for a whole pile of wrong reasons.” Jim saw Daniel’s face fall, and quickly put his oar in. “But that doesn’t mean we’re not still friends.” Daniel then made one of his signature quick recoveries. “Well, if this is definitely the last “lights, camera, action,” for you, who would you like me to pair you up with for your final scene?” Steve’s thoughts turned immediately to the young Hungarian man, Laszlo, whose work ethic as Arpad Nagy had strongly impressed him. “What about Laszlo? Do you think you could persuade him to do a switch-fuck with me?” “You mean, he does you and you do him?” “That’s what I mean.” “So who gets to breed?” Daniel asked. “Good question.” Steve pondered for a minute. “Maybe flip a coin?” Jim put in his two cents’ worth. “Since he’s young and inexperienced, he could probably shoot first inside you, and then you can breed him afterwards. You’ve had plenty of experience in delaying the inevitable.” Daniel wrapped up the discussion. “Well, we’ve already seen both of you bred on screen in the last film. Why don’t you negotiate it with him and come up with a scene plan?” “Deal.” And Daniel heaved a quiet but heartfelt sigh of relief as he walked away after they shook hands on that agreement. Once they came off the plane in Barcelona, the company had a couple of days for sightseeing prior to the award ceremony, but no sex allowed due to Daniel’s normal rules. They’d be driving down to Sitges the morning after the ceremony and starting filming the day after that. Almost all of them had worked for Daniel before and knew the rules and the reasons behind them. With two scorching movies in the running, Hawaiian Nine Films did indeed pull off a massive sweep at the awards presentation on Saturday night. Hawaiian Ramming won for the best film of the year, with Daniel and Steve sharing a trophy for Scene of the Year for their epic switch scene, and Laszlo collecting the Newcomer of the Year award. Further icing on the cake was the awarding of a trophy for outstanding camera work to Will and Eddie for the orgy scene in Nine in the Sand. To crown the whole evening, a special Lifetime Achievement Award was presented to Steve in recognition of his long and memorable career as Rod Rammer, and Steve finally had a chance to speak for himself. After paying tribute to all his colleagues who had appeared with him and worked with him through the years, he addressed the question that had set so many people’s curiosity ablaze. “Many of you have asked why I chose to come back into this industry, and I’m sure many more have been wondering. My answer is in that scene that I did with the Hawaiian Nine for Hawaiian Ramming. It’s not a hidden message at all, but I’m sure many viewers missed it in the heat of the moment. I came back because I was offered a chance, by my friend, the Hawaiian Nine, to do a scene on my terms in which I could finally share with the world my true identity, the real man behind the screen name, and let you all see me enjoying sex the way I really want to enjoy it, the way that no other producer for the last seventeen years would ever allow me to do. “I’m glad that I’ve done that, just as I’m glad you all enjoyed it so much, and I feel sure that the truthfulness of the scene contributed a great deal to the recognition we were given for it. Now, after doing just one more film for Hawaiian Nine Films, I’ll be ready to retire from the business again, and this time it will be for good. Time to make way for the young fellows. Thank you all for this wonderful special award, and for putting up with my brief return to the scene – and that thanks goes out especially to my long-suffering and incredibly patient partner, Jim.” The ovation was instant, spontaneous, and overwhelming. Steve could be seen wiping tears out of his eyes as he came down off the stage, endured a massive group hug from the Hawaiian Nine gang, hugged and kissed Jim, and then sat down beside him with Jim’s arm draped over his shoulders. At the reception after the ceremony, Steve and Jim stood together at one end of the room, while all the other guests lined up to greet them and congratulate Steve. After everyone had passed through this impromptu receiving line, Steve said, “Now I know exactly what visiting royalty feel like at a formal reception.” Jim laughed and added, “Right – or the happy couple at a wedding party for just 500 cousins and close friends.” Inwardly, he was chuckling with glee. The next afternoon, at their small hotel in Sitges, everyone was out sunning themselves (and recovering from lost sleep) around the pool. Some of the guys were lounging in the water, and some remained on dry land. Everyone was in a very relaxed, quiet mood, saving up their energy for the next few days of intensive work. Eddie and Will were among those standing in the pool, just enjoying the scenery, when Eddie suddenly nudged Will and said, “Hey, Will, check that out.” In the far corner of the sundeck, Jim had taken Steve’s hand and drawn him to his feet. Jim was speaking in a very earnest, serious manner, but they couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying. It was obvious, too, that Steve was wondering what was happening. By this time, nearly everyone on the deck was watching them. And it was at this moment that Jim went down on one knee in front of Steve, his hand holding up a small box. Marina gasped aloud. Then Steve nodded, and said, “Yes! Yes! Ohmigod, YES!” Jim stood up and slipped the ring onto his finger, and the whole assembly cheered loudly as they kissed each other. Then the crowd of their friends all leapt up for another round of congratulatory hugging and kissing. The bartender was called over to take some pictures, which showed the happy couple front and centre with all the others crowded around them – an ocean of hot, sexy male bodies with no shirts around the twin islands of the slightly more covered Leanne and Marina. The next day, as they prepared for their scene together, Laszlo was feeling a bit out of sorts. It wasn’t a question of drinking the night before; he knew better than to try that before a shoot. Steve asked him in his kind way what the problem was. “I can’t explain it. It feels sort of…, well, somewhere between wrong and weird, with a strong dose of jealous, to try to film a scene with you when I just watched you get engaged yesterday afternoon.” Steve chuckled at that. “Laszlo, if it will help you at all, just pretend that the whole engagement scene was a bad dream you had, and it actually didn’t take place.” Laszlo’s eyes widened a trifle. “Are you saying…?” “No. Just trying to help you out.” “Don’t scare me like that!” They both laughed, and the tension passed. And it was a good scene, strong and memorable, with two epic breedings an hour apart. So was the last scene filmed, the now-trademark big orgy scene that would come at the end of the finished film, with both Daniel and Steve appearing in the same scene one last time. As the guys showered off together afterwards, Steve experienced a sad, strong feeling of nostalgia at the thought that this was definitely the end. He had already said so in public, and now it was time to settle down, get married, and get on with the new life he’d been building for himself with Jim. On the flight home the next day, the champagne flowed freely as the entire gang celebrated the successful completion of another shoot, the multiple awards, and the newly engaged couple. A big congratulations and thank-card was passed around and was signed by all the company before being presented to Steve and Jim just before the plane landed. While they were waiting for their bus to take the group back into the city, Daniel sidled over and said quietly to Steve, “Can you and Jim come to my office on Wednesday afternoon, say, at two o’clock?” “I can. I’ll check with Jim. As long as this isn’t a proposal for yet another last film.” Daniel smiled, a wry grin, but didn’t laugh. Steve sensed the strain in him and wondered why. “No, Steve, not that. Just need to explain a couple of things to you, and not around all the others.” “Okay, Wednesday at 2:00 pm. For now, though, I’ve just got a little suggestion for The Nine in Spain.” He outlined his idea, and Daniel let out a hearty guffaw. Just then the bus pulled up beside them, everyone clamoured to be the first on board, and the conversation ended. Steve marked the date in his calendar. Then he checked with Jim. “Sure, I can do it. I’ll just tell the office manager it’s a medical appointment. What’s it for?” “He didn’t say, just asked if we could come.” “And what was it you said that made him laugh so loudly?” “Can’t tell you now. But if he takes me up on it, you’ll laugh out loud too.” On Wednesday afternoon, the two of them were seated in Daniel’s office promptly at two, after having arrived a few minutes early to say hello to Leanne. They greeted Daniel, and he poured each of them a shot of prime Scotch from a crystal decanter. After they toasted each other, they looked at him in expectation. “Steve, Jim, I asked you to come in today, most of all because I wanted to thank you. You’ve likely heard via the grapevine that I don’t have many friends, that I’m all business and nothing but, and that’s true. Colleagues, acquaintances, business associates, fellow performers, but not much in the way of friends. You two have gone out of your way to build a friendship where I wasn’t doing anything at all to support it. As well, Jim, I’m grateful that you were prepared to back Steve’s decision to come out of retirement and appear in several films for me. Steve, of course, you’ve made an immense contribution by your appearances, and by the impact your work ethic and professional dedication has had on my casts and my crew. For that, I owe you a huge vote of thanks. Which is why I’ve asked you here, to thank the two of you, and to give you these small gifts as well.” With that, Daniel pulled up a gift-wrapped parcel and handed it to Jim. “Jim, you may recall a conversation in which you shared the story of how Steve called you to come and see him because he didn’t want to remember you as the one who got away. That’s why I got you this.” Intrigued, Jim took the parcel and opened the card. He read out, “Jim, this comes with thanks and the hope that you won’t miss the one who got away.” He peeled off the wrapping paper, revealing a dark cloth bag. Opening the drawstrings at the top of the bag, he drew out a carton covered with nude, erect photos of his host. The label read, Authentic HAWAIIAN NINE Dildo! Moulded from the Actual Erect Cock of the Famous Porn Star! Jim laughed heartily as he showed it Steve, who also let out a great bellow of a laugh. They then told Daniel the story about how Jim had bought himself an “Authentic ROD RAMMER Dildo” to practice on before that memorable second meeting with Steve – a story which in turn set Daniel laughing. After they’d settled down, Daniel turned to Steve. “I’m so grateful to you, Steve – not just because of what you’ve done, although that matters a great deal. Not just coming out of retirement to appear in Hawaiian Nine films again, either. Your suggestions and ideas, and your powerful work ethic and professional commitment have had a huge positive effect on the productions you’ve appeared in, and on all the people involved in them. The younger cast members, they all speak of you as a role model, someone to emulate. I agree. “On top of all that, as I said a minute ago, is the way that you showed me what I had to do when you departed from the industry and took all the steps you needed to reset your entire life, right up to the point where you built your relationship with Jim. That has given me a playbook to follow as I prepare to leave the business too.” He handed Steve a plain white letter envelope with “Steve Rotherham” neatly written on it. Inside, when Steve opened it, he found a folded sheet of letter paper and a deposit advice slip. “Five hundred eighty-four dollars and seventy-six cents? Seriously? What’s this for? You’ve already paid me very well, in fees and expenses, for the work!” “Steve, it’s a royalty – a residual. I decided to do this after the first two films you made, which both turned into total blockbusters. Everyone in the company is getting one, but you’re the first. The letter explains it, and the money should land in your account today. Each time one of those films gets streamed, you get two cents. Each time someone buys the film, you get ten cents. For The Nine in Spain, where you’re billed as the star, you’ll get five cents for a streaming and twenty-five cents for each outright purchase. And for Hawaiian Ramming, each time someone buys the bonus scene along with the main film, you get an additional fifteen cents. The whole program is backdated to Jan. 1, 2017, when Nine in the Sand was released, and it will continue as long as the films remain available. This payment represents the royalties owing from 2017 to today in 2019.” Stunned speechless, Steve could only stand up and hold out his arms to Daniel. The ensuing hug lasted a good fifteen seconds. Jim stood by, and hugged Daniel in turn. Then it was Jim who said the appropriate. “Thank you so much for your generosity, Daniel – not just in money but your generosity of spirit even more so. I’m sure that whatever direction you turn in, you will succeed and make your mark.” Steve nodded agreement. “Yes. And please remember, whatever you want to ask about, or just to talk out whatever happens to you, our door is always open for you, and you are and will always be a welcome guest in our home.” With that, they shook hands and turned to leave. Daniel showed them out the door. Talk about perfect timing. Laszlo walked into the Hawaiian Nine Films office suite just as Jim and Steve were sauntering out of Daniel’s private office into the reception area. “He’s free, Laszlo, just go on in.” Jim sounded like a man on a mission. But Steve put out a hand and stopped Jim from leaving, then spoke. “Hey, Laszlo, I’d like to keep in touch. Let’s swap numbers.” Jim raised his eyebrows. “What, suddenly I’m not good enough for you any more?” he asked in a mocking tone – then chuckled. Steve, though, replied in an unusually serious voice. “Jim, I think it would be a good idea for us to keep in contact with Laszlo.” The numbers duly exchanged, the two of them hugged and kissed the younger man, and then went on their way. And Laszlo went in. Outside the building, Curious Jim said, “Well?” “Well, what?” “You know what, Steve. Why did you want Laszlo’s number?” “Just a sixth sense. I get the feeling that Daniel is about to do something big and make some sort of major change in his life. If he does, I just have a feeling that he might let Laszlo know what he’s up to. I’m not sure if it’s love, but there’s some sort of special comfort zone there for him. I want to know where to locate Laszlo if we need to ask about Daniel.” Jim nodded. “That’s good thinking. I didn’t pick up anything particular about them myself, but I sure as hell trust your judgement.” Steve laughed. “You’re just saying that because I thought it was safe to confide in you with my feelings. So I did -- and look where it got us!” The two of them laughed and kissed. Six months later, they were invited back to Daniel’s condo for the release party for The Nine in Spain. Jim had everyone at the party in stitches with his deadpan accounts of what it was like being the lead groupie for a porn film production company. Steve enjoyed touching base with other members of the company, all of whom were coming to seem like old friends – even like a family. When it was time to sit down and watch the final version of the film that would go on sale at midnight, something unusual happened. Raunchy comments followed by raucous laughter were a staple of these video viewings at Hawaiian Nine. In this instance, though, everyone in the room burst into uproarious laughter much sooner in the viewing -- in fact, just as the last line of the credits scrolled up onto the screen. A Hawaiian Nine Films Production From the Most Awarded Studio in Gay XXX Video Today THE NINE IN SPAIN Starring ROD RAMMER and the HAWAIIAN NINE Winners of the Scene of the Year Award for 2019 Featuring ARPAD NAGY Winner of the Most Promising Newcomer Award for 2019 With MIGUEL MAXY JOHANNIS DANIELSON RYAN READESTON PAULO DOMINANTE And Introducing STEVE ROTHERHAM Steve’s amusing little suggestion to Daniel had worked like a charm. Everyone in the company said the same thing afterwards, some variant on: “I wonder how many people will get the joke?”

I hadn't considered continuing this story until I saw your comment. 'Never say Never' is one of my mottos. You've planted a seed without fucking me. (lol) Watch and we'll see if it grows!😜

I get so turned on when I ll be to tell an poz guy to fuck me bareback but to pull out be dumps loads in me with out telling me such a turn on that

As they all say once you try bare you never go back! And that applies to breedingnand being bred

1) more lube more lube more lube 2) poppers. they really help. 3) take your time and ease it in. easy does it at the beginning. ramming it in is never the answer. place your head on his hole, and keep it there for a few seconds, then very gently press it in, verbally communicating to him 'I'm going to fuck you now' or "here it comes" so he can really relax. 5) once partially in, up to halfway, just let it sit as his hole acclimates. then ask if he's good, and gently insert the second half of your dick. once all the way in, let it 'marinate' as he adjusts to your size. If you are big, you can do two steps forwards and one step back, increasing gradually how deep you go. This gives him time to adjust to your length and girth. 4) learn where the actual hole is. many guys will press it into the edge or even no where near. aiming dead center helps a lot to relax the first sphincter. 5) bottom needs to take deep breaths and push out, and he also 'want it' and not be scared of it. eating him out can really help with this. also being intimate: making out, caressing, ear nibbles, cuddling can help. hard to do in some scenarios, but you can at least rim him. even words of encouragement can help "your hole is so hot" "you're being such a good boy"

So, uh, not to take this thread off topic, but are you looking for any new fisting buddies @phukhole? Because I really like to hear these things from a top. Also, curious what the draw is for the top. Like, I know why we bottoms want t get fisted, but why do tops like to do it? I'm happy to offer up my hole to a fun fister, it just feels so good. What do you tops get out of it?

Driving home, I was elated. I spent the time on the road clenching my hole tight, to keep his loads inside me, as instructed. Twice I felt moments of breach, doing my best to control them. Once I'd got home and to my bedroom, I stripped and checked my jeans and noticed a small patch of wetness. I knew I hadn't lost much of what was inside me and I felt relief. Knowing what was expected of me and wanting to impress, I moved to my drawer of toys and fished out a plug. It wasn't my biggest, as I still struggled with that one, but I knew it would be enough to plug my hole for the night. I spat and then sat on it, then got into bed and went to sleep easily, knowing I had toxic cum inside me to absorb. I woke, enjoying the plug inside me. I was at full mast, so on instinct I worked a load from my cock and rocked my plugged hole back and forth on the edge of my bed. I moved on with my day. I spent my week thinking about my time with the dominant poz man I'd met and imagined how I might see him again. On Thursday evening, I'd prepped my hole and sent a message to him: 'Hi, are you free? I wanna feel your dick inside me again, take you load. Let me know.' A message was sent back within a few minutes: 'i cant tonight got another early night. free all weekend though. see you saturday.' My dick was hard, anticipating seeing him on Saturday, but I was still disappointed that I'd be alone tonight. I decided to open my toy drawer and play by myself for the evening, stretching my hole and working up to the big plug. By Saturday morning I was excited to drive over to the top I'd met. I was horny that I still didn't know his name and had to tell myself to take my hand off my dick several times that morning. I decided I'd send the first message by 11am. 'Hi, are you still free today?' hoping for a quick response, I went to the bathroom to clean myself up for him. I revelled in the knowledge that I hadn't showered since Friday morning, before work. I knew he'd enjoy my pits, if I could see him today. 'Yeah I'm free. Set off in an hour.' I read after I'd showered. My dick sprung to attention and I had to tell myself not to play with it. I knew I'd cum before I'd even set off, if I gave in to temptation. Deciding that my time would be better spent on a home workout, I started to work up a sweat, knowing the top would enjoy if I were as sweaty as could be. He seemed as much as a pig as I was, I'd indulge him as he was indulging me. Within 30 minutes, I'd stopped my little cardio routine and started to cool myself down before I started my drive. I sent a message to tell my dom what I'd done to prepare for our latest encounter, although I didn't get any response. Once the hour was up, I sent another message informing him I was setting off and that I'd message again when I arrived outside his building. My drive was a little nervous, as I hadn't received any reply on the way, but I carried on and I sent the message that I'd arrived. I didn't have to wait long for the reply with instructions. "Come in naked." My cock started growing. Only three words this time, the shortest orders he'd given me so far. I knew this time that a jockstrap was not going to be tolerated, so once I got inside his apartment, I stripped completely. I walked down his hallway and to the room with porn playing. The room looked like it did a couple weeks ago, when I woke up there. It was lit from the window though shrouded by curtains, but this time there was porn playing on the TV. It almost seemed backwards. "Good lad. Your dick's already hard, I like that," he said in greeting. As usual, he was spreadeagle on the padded box chair next to his bed. "Hi, Sir. I've been horny for you all week," I replied. "I used a plug when I got home on Monday, I absorbed your loads," I told him, eager to please. "Dirty pig. Come here, get on your knees," was the only thing he said back to me. I moved forward and dropped to my knees, taking his thick member in my mouth. I could smell his balls from my position and quickly moved down to take a deep breath. His musk filled my nose and made my dick pulse. He'd been to the gym, just as he'd promised and I couldn't have been happier that he had. "Mmmh. Fuck yes, Sir. You smell so good. Thank you," I moaned to him. "Fuck yeah, pig. You like that, don't you? Eat my hole, boy." For the first time, he pulled his own legs up, slipping further down the chair and thrust his ass into my face. His hairy hole in front of me and his musky ass filling my nostrils, I couldn't resist. I attached my mouth to his ass and plugged my tongue in his hole. I moved my mouth up and down, swirled my tongue side to side and used my hands while I ate. I could feel my dick straining to be touched, but I knew I wouldn't be allowed to stroke without permission. After a long time he stopped moaning and spoke to me. "Spit on your dick, boy. Fuck me. You're in charge til you breed me." I froze for a second, processing what I'd been ordered to do. I was in control? I looked up and made eye contact. He looked like I imagined I usually did; pleading and vulnerable. I liked it. Standing up, I obeyed his last instruction and spat on my dick, then I spat on his hole. It was tight and pink, nothing like my own and I lined my head up to his opening. "Do you have poppers, Sir? You want to use them now," I warned him. I realised I'd still called him 'Sir,' but I also didn't know what else to address him. 'Boy' wouldn't have been right. 'Pig' would work, but that was different. I put it out of my mind and lined my dick up, whilst he huffed a little brown bottl.e Grabbing his ankles, I pushed them away from me, folding him in half as he'd done to me so recently. "I'm in charge until I cum?" I asked. "Yes, boy. My hole's yours," he sighed. I couldn't believe the submissiveness coming from the man who had so definitively owned me the last couple of times I was here. I decided to take advantage and I pushed my cock in hard, but slow. I ignored his protests and batted his hands away from my hips. He didn't fight back, though he had the power to stop me. He wanted to switch right now. I liked it. Balls deep, I pulled back and thrust back in again. The muscle bear cried out, but didn't resist, only huffed at the poppers again. I started fucking him in earnest, taking the opportunity offered to me.

My first black cock was when i was stationed in Italy. My first sergeant was married, good looking and muscular black man. One late night I could not sleep so decided to take a shower, as I was showering my first sergeant walk into the shower room and took the stall across from me. His cock was hanging between those muscular thighs, I could not help to stare and when I looked up he was looking at me and said apparently you like what you see as my cock was rock hard! He walked over to me and instructed me to get on my knees and get his cock hard with my mouth, of course I could not resist and got down and worked that cock with my mouth, when he was nice and hard he turned me around lathered his cock and fucked me telling me how tight my hole was and from now on I would be his boy hole.

I’ve never had one up my ass. But as a top, who has worn one several times, it could be quite painful. And the mesh irritates and times even cuts into my cock. Of course, that’s half of the equation. Getting my fluids, not only sperm, but also my blood, up an ass that’s been roughed up by a cruel condom.

Hey guys let me set the stage with this first chapter. ‐------------------------------------------------------' My first time was with a 65 year old fit silver fox. He was in the lobby of the hotel my folks and I were checking into for my cousin's wedding. It was as if his deep warm brown eyes could see right through me. His dimples and smile were intoxicating. I knew I had been cruised before; but, never this blatantly, and never with my folks at my side. We checked into our room and I couldn't get the image of this older sexy man out of my mind. I made an excuse to step out for some fresh air. Luckily he was still sitting alone when I got to the lobby. When I saw him smile in my direction I only hesitated a moment before making my way to the chair beside him. He wasted no time; "You are the sexiest young otter I've seen in a long time. Please come to my room and have a drink with me. " I grinned and responded; "Is it just a drink you are after?" "Oh that's definitely only a start. " I followed him into an elevator and was relieved to see we were going to a different floor than my parents room. He went directly to his bar fridge and asked if I wanted beer, wine or something stronger. I opted for stronger and two scotch on the rocks were prepared. He joined me on the couch, we each had our first sip and he leaned in to give me a sloppy passionate kiss. His tongue was in my mouth and I noticed the scotch delivered from his mouth was very enjoyable. We gulped large mouthfuls and sloshed them from mouth to mouth 'til he took both glasses placing them on the coffee table. Starting to unbutton my shirt he said; "Fuck kid, I'm already drunk on you. " "Yeah? Then fuck me daddy. " 'was that my outside voice ' rattled in my brain. We were naked in no time and his bearded jaw sucked in my erect seven inches. His right hand fingers went directly to my virgin hole. His left hand went to my mouth. Fingers soon slipped between my lips and were forced down my throat. They were quickly covered in saliva, removed and worked into my tight hole. 'Holy fuck this is moving fast. ' I thought. "Tight ass kid. How many cocks have been in there?" "None sir. " "Fuckin A ! You really a virgin?" "Yup. Never even sucked a cock. " "Wow! Well that can wait 'til I've popped your cherry. " "Holy fuck ... really?" By now he had me on my back, ankles at my shoulders; and, he was eating my virgin ass. My head was spinning from the scotch and unbelievable pleasure he was giving my hole. Soon he moved up my body and his thick naked cock was pushing against my hole. I swallowed a deep breath and he popped inside. I involuntarily pushed my ass further onto his thick eight inches before the reality of this situation sank in. I pulled off his hard on and begged; "Condom, please!: "You sure kid? Don't you want your first time to be special?" "Fuck man, this is special. Please. " He scurried to the bathroom and had the rubber out of it's plastic case on his return trip. I helped him sheath up his raging eight inches. He was soon back in my ass and even I could tell he wasn't as hard as he had been. "Fuckin condoms ... erection killers." I needed to make a quick decision. My ass was committed and not going to be satisfied with the direction this was going. I pushed him off me and ripped off the condom. Quickly moving I had his cock in my mouth, fowl condom taste and all. He quickly began to harden. "Nice boy. You're a natural. " I emptied my mouth and responded; "I need it in my ass again. Just promise you won't cum. " "I can't promise any such thing; but, I'll do my best." I moved to my back, feet in the air and his raw cock was inside me again. In no time he was balls deep and I was gasping for breath. Slowly he started moving in and out begging with his deep brown eyes; "You okay kid?" With a few more deep breaths the intense pain subsided and became more pleasurable than anything I had ever experienced. "Yes daddy, I'm fine. Fuckin fuck my hole man. You've picked my cherry!" With that he started to pick up speed and for the next ten minutes he pounded my ass silly. As his breath began to get ragged he grunted; "Almost got your virgin cherry ... ready for my load?" "NO! Don't cum ... not yet! Fuck me a little longer. I love your raw cock!" "Ooooh! Fuuuuuuccck ... too late ... breeding your ass boy! Fuuuuuuccck! Yeeaaahhh!" With each pulse shooting inside my no longer virgin ass I spewed glob after glob of my young cum between our bodies. With a few minutes to catch my breath I stammered; "Fuck daddy, why did you breed me?" "Couldn't help it kid. Besides you know you wanted the full meal deal. " "Fuck yeah, it felt so God damn good. But, NO! I asked you to promise. " "And I told you I couldn't. Planting my load was part of claiming your cherry kid. " "Fuck! Please tell me you are at least clean. " "Don't ever ask that again kid! So rude! I'm a don't ask and don't tell kind of guy. Hell, I'm probably poz with all the loads I've taken; but, I don't know and I don't care." "Fuck man! Fuck you! How dare you put me at such risk. " "I may have helped; but, you put yourself at risk kid." That's when I realized he was still inside me and starting to harden again. "Fuck you man! You want to breed me again don't you?" With an impish grin and his hand on my rock hard cock he responded; "Of course! and by all indications you want it to. " This fuck lasted an hour before he blasted his second unknown viral status load inside my gut walls. The next hole to be filled with raw cock and my youthful cum was his. It was 4 AM before I snuck back to my parents room. By then I had 5 of his suspect loads deep inside. Needless to say I was totally spent, exhausted and most of all, terrified!

Simple .... it was my first experience. Two men grabbed me as their van pulled up next to me, pulling me in and taking me miles from where they'd grabbed me. I could not fight back. I could barely struggle. And when the rape itself began ... it was all I could do to keep from passing out. But after the first man had taken me and passed me off to the second, just before he finished depositing his sperm in me and getting ready to pass me off to the driver .... I found "sub space" - that place a true submissive slips into and begins to release all inhibition, all control and all resistance. It's not that the driver was good at fucking, because he was pretty bad actually. But maybe that's why after he came inside me and they were all trying to decide what to do with me I looked at the two men who had grabbed me and began the rape .... and begged them both to fuck me again. The two men were bare the entire time - the driver had a condom on. And after those two men took me again I was fully intoxicated with the idea of bareback sex and getting more of it from men.

At the time, there were only three choices: fuck with a condom and maybe stay alive, fuck raw and die, or stop fucking altogether. Unless someone actually lived through those few years before any kind of medical help was available, they don't have so much as a clue how dark it was. Every guy knew guys that had died an agonizing death, or were in the process. Before then, everyone fucked raw - it was the only known way to fuck*. Then, guys started dropping like flies. Dozens upon dozens of "celebrations of Life" every single week. It was like there was an unseen, unheard, mortal enemy stalking amongst the gay community. It was nightmarish. Having friends all of a sudden die (one guy we knew died right in our driveway) is something that is almost incomprehensible. Some of the guys on BZ weren't even born yet when this tragedy struck. So, please understand everyone, although that nightmare is past now, it's still a part of our history, our lives. For whoever/whatever you believe in's sake - take steps to stay alive and - at least - somewhat healthy. *sure, there were a handful of guys who fetishized condoms, and they were definitely the oddities.

Chapter 2 As I sat through brunch with my folks and relatives late the next morning I was an internal flood of emotions that I couldn't share with anyone. Joy and delight were huge. I'd fuckin lost my virginity finally. And the sex had been epic! A gorgeous silver fox hadn't just penetrated my virgin ass; but, I had removed his condom and encouraged him to breed me five times. Further, I pumped my young load deep into his ass. There was no doubt, I was no longer a virgin. But, at the same time I was flooded with fear. How could I have let it get so out of control? Not one but five suspect loads! Why had I allowed him to continue when he confessed he was "probably poz" and didn't care? Why had that declaration made me so fucking horny? I was terrified I might have allowed myself to be pozed my very first fuck. I was even more terrified by my asses lust for poz cum. I knew I desperately needed to get to a sexual health clinic A.S.A.P.. I also knew I didn't have a clue where to find one in this strange city and that family obligations would consume my day. I presume the wedding went off without a hitch. I really hadn't followed any of it. My imagination was consumed with images of having sex with all the handsome men in the bridal party. All four looked amazing in their classic tuxedos and I spent the entire service disrobing each of them and engaging in all forms of sexual activity. The waiter that brought us champagne for the toasts was a Draven Torres look alike. Even his quirky hair style. His tailored white shirt set off his v-shaped torso to perfection. One too many buttons undone showed off his strong olive skinned chest. His casually rolled sleeves betrayed a hint of sexy arm tattoos. And, his tight black dress slacks framed his gorgeous bubble butt. I couldn't take my eyes off him and just kept ordering more. After my third champagne I ordered a double scotch on the rocks. I didn't see him approaching from behind. I just felt shivers through my spine as his lips touched my ear and he whispered; "Meet me in the handicap stall of the men's room. " Quickly he was gone. As I entered the stall his shirt was already open and he was dropping his pants and sexy underwear. I was on my knees with his nine inch erection deep down my throat in no time. But, he pulled out of me, hoisted me to my feet, spun around, bent and presented his ass. "We don't have time to waist. Just fuck me. " "Should I use a condom?" "You probably should; but, I'd rather you didn't." "Lube?" He hoarked on his hand and rubbed it on my cock. "We're good." I lined up my raw cock with his perfect hole thinking 'I shouldn't do this.' His hole just sucked my bare erection into the hilt. I was amazed. My cock was immersed in warm, wet silkiness. It felt so wonderful and like it grew by three sizes. "You sure are wet. Has someone already bred you?" He laughed; "More than one ... four actually. The entire bridal party ... the men. It's a little game I play at these events. The two ushers and best man were easy. The groom took a little more work but he filled me about 15 minutes ago right here in this stall." "Holy fuck! You are one fuckin cum whore!" "Yup. Pick up the pace. Less talk more cum. I gotta get back to work. " It only took me a couple more pumps to blast my load into the ejaculat soup already deep in his bowels. When we had redressed he kissed me passionately and encouraged me to watch for his buddy. Another waiter. "He'll be very interested to sample you in this stall before the night is finished."

Hairy inked bearded neg bear here. My dream is to find a Dad/Boss who will remove everything incl my brows and make/modify me into his ideal pig.

Thanks for the comments. ---------- Part 15 - Testing… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, Testing… Aaron parked the car he borrowed from the car rental company and walked the block to the clinic. His stomach was in knots he was so nervous and was afraid he was going to vomit. His body still ached and his neck was swollen still but he needed to know what he was sick from. Walking in, he noticed a large waiting room with almost all young men sitting in the chairs. A few looked like they were still in high school and a few were older guys in their 40’s or 50’s, but most looked to be about his age or a few years older. Most of the people waiting were by themselves but there were a few pairs of guys and one group of four guys. He looked at his watch and realized he was over 30 minutes early and walked up to the desk and quietly told the male receptionist that he was there for an appointment. The guy smiled and asked his name and handed him some forms to fill out. Aaron checked the guy out, reading his name tag which said “Douglas” and noticed he had a pride bracelet like the one Mark had, which put Aaron more at ease. “Everything is confidential, so please be honest. We can’t help you if you don’t tell us everything” the receptionist said. Aaron took the papers and a pen and found a seat away from everyone else and started filling out the forms. He couldn’t believe how much info they wanted. “Date of last sexual encounter”, “same or opposite sex partners?” “Do you have individual or group sex?” “Do you practice safe sex? Yes/no/sometimes/mostly/rarely” “Do you consider yourself heterosexual, bisexual, homosexual, pansexual?” “how many sexual partners have you had in the past 30 days?” and it went on. He felt uncomfortable answering the questions truthfully and hoped that Mark was right about them not shaming him for being gay and the reckless sex he had been having. He finally finished the forms and took them back to Douglas who told him to take a seat and they would call him when the doctor was ready and then winked at Aaron. Sitting in the chair, he looked around the room. Every possible type of person was there - thin and fat; muscled or not; black, white, asian, hispanic and several he had no idea what ethnic group they were in; hipsters, preppy guys, average joes, hippies, jocks, cubs, bears, daddies and twinks; healthy looking guys and a few that looked not so healthy; one guy looked like some of the pictures he had seen of AIDS patients on the net. He kept looking over at the group of four guys and wondered what their deal was. “Who would go get tested for STDs with their friends?” he wondered. Soon a nurse came out and paged someone named ‘Steven’ and the asian guy from the group of four got up and went into what he guessed were the exam rooms. Finally a nurse came out from the door and called “Joe and Aaron.” Another one of the group of four got up at the same time Aaron did and they both went to the door with the nurse, the other guy, Joe, saying “Hi” to him with a smile and Aaron replied with a quiet “hi.” They were ushered down the hall and Joe was put in one exam room and Aaron the one next door. The nurse weighed him, took his temperature which was still a little high, and blood pressure which was quite high, probably from the stress. The nurse told him to stay seated and a doctor would be in shortly. When the doctor came in he had a very relaxed demeanor and seemed to be in his mid 30’s, wearing a lab coat over a shirt with a tie and dress pants and looking pretty athletic. The doctor looked over the forms that Aaron had filled out and Aaron saw a few smiles and a few frowns on the doctor’s face. “So, Aaron. It looks like you’re a pretty active young gay guy. Pretty normal, to be honest. Now, tell me about this illness you had this past weekend and why you’re worried about it.” Aaron explained what had happened and started to cry again. The doctor calmed him down and told him “Don’t be hard on yourself about this. Sometimes we meet guys that aren’t so nice and regret it. I’ve had my share. It’s my job to figure out if you did catch anything and then treat it.” The doctor did a few tests in the room and checked his throat, neck, and joints before having him undress completely and then examined him below the waist, including bending him over and examining his hole. Aaron started to get aroused as the doctor pushed a lubed finger into him. As he turned back around he was embarrassed to let the doctor see his hard-on. The doctor said “I guess that still works fine, then” he chuckled and then added “Don’t worry, most gay men enjoy anal exams so I’m used to it. So, the only thing left is to get some blood tests done. Between those and the cultures I took, we’ll know in a couple days whats really going on.” Aaron looked surprised “A couple days?” “Yeah, we have a lot of lab work between you and all the other patients you saw in the waiting room, so we won’t know the results until late tomorrow or Friday” the doctor explained. After getting dressed, Aaron got led down the hall to another small waiting area for the blood tests. There, he ran into the guy from before, Joe. Joe checked him out as Aaron took the seat next to him. “So, just a regular test or did someone give you something besides a good time?” Joe asked with a smile. Aaron looked at him with a horrified look and finally answered “Uh, not sure yet. Guess I’ll find out in a few days.” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m just trying to break the ice. Most of us are here for the same reason. Nothing to be ashamed of” Joe said as he put his arm around Aaron’s shoulder squeezing it. The door opened and Aaron recognized the asian guy from earlier walk out towards Joe. “Fucking vampire took four vials of blood” the guy told Joe, who responded “You’ll survive, Steven” Aaron’s eyes got big. He hated needles and the comment was making him feel even sicker. Joe got up and went inside and Aaron slid down to the first chair as another patient showed up for a blood test. It was another guy from the group of four he saw before - the ginger haired guy that Aaron had stared at earlier. “Hey, don’t look so down. It’s just a blood test, not death row” the guy told Aaron as he sat down next to him. The guy reached over and squeezed Aaron’s leg saying “Hi, I’m Dennis. First time here?” “Uh, yeah” Aaron replied. “You get used to it. It’s the price you pay for getting laid” Dennis said with a laugh and then asked “You go to school here?” “Uhhh, no. I live south of here. I didn’t want to see my old doctor in case he said something to my parents” Aaron said after a long pause. He looked down at his feet hoping Dennis would just leave him alone. “Ah, gotcha. Been there, done that. Don’t worry, everyone here is cool and they’ll help you no matter what” Dennis said as the door opened and Joe walked out. Aaron got up to go in and was shaking as he walked into the room. Aaron looked at the guy that Steven had called a vampire earlier. He was a really cute blonde haired, blue eyed twink with a big smile. Aaron thought he could be a model. After verifying Aaron’s information and sensing Aarons uneasiness giving blood, the lab tech suggested that Aaron look at a painting on the wall and distracted him with a few jokes. Aaron barely sensed the needle going in and before he knew it the needle was out and his arm was bandaged over the wound. “All done! They probably have already set up a followup appointment on Friday to let you know the results. Don’t worry, just keep a positive outlook” the lab tech said with a wink. Aaron got up and opened the door. As he walked out, Dennis was walking towards him and gave him a piece of paper whispering “I don’t know if you’re interested, but here’s my number. Give me a call if you need to talk or want to get together.” Aaron walked back out into the waiting room and over to the receptionists desk. He said to Douglas, the receptionist, “They said I might already have an appointment set up for Friday.” “No, not yet. You can either just walk in and wait for an opening or set up a time. What works best for you?” Douglas asked. “An appointment. Anything after 10 and before 4, I guess” answered Aaron. “I have a 10:30am. That ok?” “Yeah” Aaron said, wondering how he was going to make it almost 2 more days. “OK, here’s your reminder card” Douglas said looking at Aaron with a smile “Relax, everything will be fine. Find something to do to keep your mind busy while waiting for the results.” “Thanks” said Aaron as he turned around. Near the door was three of the guys from the group all standing there looking at him. He walked towards the door trying not to make eye contact, but couldn’t keep his eyes off Dennis who smiled at him and gave him a gesture for Aaron to call him. Aaron walked outside and down the street. He got in the car and just sat there, shaking. “What the fuck have I done? My life may be over and I have to wait two days to find out. And what the hell, almost everyone in the clinic tried to hit on me!” The light was peeking through the curtains and Derrick rolled over and put his arm around Tony, pinching his nipple on the way. Tony moaned and awoke with a smile. “I heard the boys are getting tested today. What do you think their chances are?” he said to Derrick. “With as many loads as we gave those three, I doubt they’ll be neg, but Mark’s brother only let Mark breed him. I don’t know how toxic he is, so I’ll say 50/50 for him. We should probably go to the clinic too. My cock’s been dripping again” said Derrick. “Yeah, mine too. I tagged the new barback last night after we closed. Fuckin’ hot boy, but damn is he dumb. He believed me when I told him part of his job as barback was to take all the other employees bareback and he had a week to get bred by everyone or we would fire him.” Tony said. “Fuck yeah. I saw him hustling around refilling ice and glasses when I was there last night. Hot body, great ass and a big bulge” Derrick replied. “He got four out of 11 guys last night, so he’s on his way. Luis and I were the first to breed him and left him sloppy for the other two bartenders. He said he wasn’t a bottom, but by the time I shot my load he was begging to get fucked more. He should be knocked up pretty quick. I want to get him as a server for the other club. I think he’ll be good for that. Oh, by the way… any luck lining up special guests for the next party?” Tony asked. Derrick rolled onto his side looking at Tony “I had a couple guys that might be good. One guy called yesterday afternoon and told me he just tested poz, so he’s out. Too bad, too. He’s a hot muscle cub with an ass to die for. The other one is a good looking daddy, but I don’t know if the members want someone older. I’ve been meaning to ask the Joe or Kyle if they know any students that might be up for it.” “That might be good. Students are always looking for a few hundred extra bucks. Having a chance at getting knocked up is just a bonus” Tony said laughing. “Speaking of knocked up, I haven’t fucked you in days. Show me that pussy” Derrick said as he spread Tony’s legs. Rubbing his oozing cock around the ring, he lunged forward jabbing his cock into Tony’s hole. Tony grunted and pulled his legs back while Derrick kept thrusting his cock in. Between the precum and yellowish discharge, Tony’s pussy was sloppy and lubed for the punishment. Derrick never fucked slow and gentle, it was always with force and with purpose. The bed was creaking and Tony alternated between moans and begging for Derrick to fuck harder. The precum and ooze from Tony’s cock was pooling on his navel to overflowing. Tony stuck his fingers in and scooped some up and licked them clean. Derrick grunted and slammed in and Tony could feel his cock twitch and the warmth of his poisonous seed fill his body. Derrick pulled his softening cock out and fell back to the bed. “Damn, I still like breeding that hole just like when I charged you up.”

Part 14 - Aaron’s freakout Sunday morning Mark was flipping through websites looking for another hookup so he could dump a load or two. Eric had been working late trying to catch up on the days he missed while he was sick and here it was Saturday and he was at work again. Mark’s regular phone rang. He picked it up and it was a number he didn’t recognize, but the area code was from where his brother Joe lived. He answered the phone and heard “Hello, is this Mark?” “Yes it is.” “Sir, this is Aaron from A1 Car Rental. Do you remember me?” the voice on the other end said. “Sure I do, Aaron. Is there a problem? I don’t think there was any damage to the car.” “No sir, this isn’t about your car rental. Do you have a few minutes to talk? There’s no one here I can talk to and…” Mark could hear sobbing on the other end. “Yeah, no problem Aaron. What’s up?” After a few moments Aaron said “Well, I hooked up with this guy a couple nights ago after work. We met at this adult book store and we ended up in a room.” Aaron continued after a few more sobs “The guy got really rough with me, which I kind of like.” “Yeah, I remember” Mark chuckled. “Well, he held me down and slammed his cock into me and came inside me. While he held me down, he told me I was a stupid fuck to let a poz guy breed him.” There were more sobs before he added “He told me that I would have AIDS soon just like him.” Mark was shocked. He wasn’t expecting to ever hear from Aaron again, much less having to calm him down from a another guy breeding him with poz seed. His mind was racing trying to figure out what to say when Aaron started talking again. “And last night I started feeling sick. I have a fever and my neck is swollen and my arms and legs ache. Did he really give me AIDS?” “Aaron, take a deep breath. Relax. No one just gives you AIDS. He may have infected you with HIV and maybe other STDs, but you have to leave it untreated for a long time for it to progress to AIDS. Maybe he was just telling you that to shock you. Some guys get off on that.” “Uh…. OK. But why am I sick?” Aaron asked. “It could be lots of things, you deal with travelers at work who may be sick and passed their flu on to you. How many guys have you hooked up with since I met you?” “seven or eight, I guess” was Aaron’s response. Mark smiled and thought “The kids becoming quite the slut”. “Well, one of them could have given you something. If you’re really feeling bad, you could go to a doctor and have him run some tests.” Mark told him. “I don’t want to go to my doctor and tell him that I had sex with a bunch of guys.” “Ah, that makes it a bit harder. Let me check something out” Mark said as he picked up his tablet and started searching for gay friendly clinics near Aaron. “I’m doing a few searches, just hang on ok?” but Mark only got a few more sobs as a reply. “Aaron, you still there?” Aaron replied with a sullen “Yeah.” “There’s not much near you. The only thing I can find is the Jones Health Clinic up by the university, about an hour north of you. It says they are gay friendly and have sexual health programs with free testing. Do you think you can make it up there?” “I don’t know. I feel horrible. If I was infected the other night, do I need to go right away?” Aaron asked. Mark wasn’t sure how he wanted to answer - the timing was about right for Mark’s loads to have infected him. A test now would point the finger at him. If Aaron waited, all the guys he had bareback sex with could be the one. “Well, if you don’t feel safe driving up there and can’t get anyone to take you there then I guess you should go as soon as you feel well enough. If it is the flu that you get when you’re infected with HIV, then its already too late to prevent it.” “Oh fuck. You think I have HIV?” Aaron said before sobbing again. “It’s possible. The symptoms you said you have sound like when the body seroconverts, but it could also just be the common flu.” “Fuck. ok.” “Aaron, be sure you treat the fever. It doesn’t matter what kind of flu it is. Drink fluids and eat what you can, like soup. If the fever gets too high, you need to see a doctor no matter what. Worry about what kind of flu it is after you recover and can see someone” Mark said before adding “Let me know what happens. You have my number.” Mark gave the address and phone number for the clinic to Aaron before hanging up. Mark replayed in his mind both of his fucks with Aaron and remembered he said that he had taken some raw cocks between those sessions, so that would be his way to cast doubt that it was him that infected Aaron. While at work Wednesday morning, Mark’s phone rang. It was Aaron. He answered and heard Aaron’s voice on the other end “Hello, sir. Can you talk?” “Yeah, just a moment, let me get to a place where I can be alone” said Mark as he walked down the hall to a small conference room. “What’s up Aaron? Are you feeling better?” “Yeah, a little better. The fever is down. I called the clinic and set up an appointment. I was kind of vague but told them that I had a fever and sweats and aches. I’m going up there now, but what do I tell them?” “Be honest with them. If their website is accurate, they are sex positive and won’t shame you for being gay or having sex. The reviews looked good too. Tell them that you had a few sexual encounters that you didn’t use condoms and then there was the meeting with the one guy from last week and you’re scared he may have given you something bad. I don’t want to scare you, but its probably better that you don’t identify anyone you had sex with to them. They might get really nosy. Just tell them you met them in public places and don’t remember their names and don’t have any phone numbers. They’re used to that with gay guys. OK?” “Yeah, I understand“ Aaron replied. “Call me back after you finish. They are probably going to do some blood tests so you won’t get an answer right away. Don’t worry, its normal” said Mark “Thank you sir, I will.” Mark laughed to himself before saying “Aaron, please stop calling me ‘sir’. Call me Mark. If you keep calling me sir, I’ll come back there and put a collar on you and drag you back here to my dungeon.” Mark paused a moment waiting to get a response from Aaron, but got nothing. “I’m just kidding, I don’t have a dungeon.”

Part 12 - Ink again Joe woke up on the couch and looked at the clock. “Shit! Only half an hour to shower and get to the tattoo shop” he mumbled to himself. He quickly looked in and made sure Kyle and Steven were okay, bringing each of them a fresh bottle of Gatorade as well as a damp cloth for their foreheads. He ran through the shower and got dressed as fast as he could, kissing Kyle before he ran out the door. Joe walked into the studio with a minute to spare and Thad looked up at him with a smile “I thought you might not make it. You doing okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine, but my roommates are pretty sick,” replied Joe and then added “Uh, how did you know?” “When you made the appointment you mentioned that you might be sick in a couple weeks. Speaking of which, do you know where you’re going to put it?” Thad asked. Confused, Joe asked “Put what?” “Your brother also paid for a biohazard tat for me to do after you earned it. It doesn’t sound like you’re ready for it, but you should start thinking where you want to put it. You can also do a scorpion or something like that. I like doing tats for other guys when they join the club. We gotta be proud and advertise.” “That sneaky bastard. He didn’t tell me, but cool. Yeah, I’ll try and think of something and where I want it” Joe said. "Okay, well, meanwhile have a seat and let's get this other one going,” Thad said as he sat down on his stool and laid out the drawing and began to work. After a short while, Thad said “You been taking a lot of hot loads since you were in last?” Joe looked at Thad, incredulous that he was having this kind of a conversation with a stranger. “I, uh, want to see if the ones I got from Mark do it, so I haven’t gotten anything since he went back to California. I’m not used to not getting laid, it’s driving me nuts. I even fucked our new roommate Friday I was so horny.” Laughing, Thad said “Nice. Was that the first time you fucked with your new PA?” “Yeah, it was. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I didn’t last long and shot a big load into him” Joe said feeling more comfortable talking with Thad. “Cool, you fucked raw then. Just be careful, a PA heals quick, but you don’t want to stress it too much this soon. If it hurts, stop. Oh, and remember you can get pozzed when you top too. That's how my boyfriend got it,” Thad explained. “Yeah, I’ll be careful. I was able to start stroking myself after three days and it feels like its fully healed. Thanks for reminding me. I was just too horny yesterday. I keep wondering if I’m making the right decision so I know who gave it to me. Watching my boyfriend get bred by all these poz guys is making me jealous,” replied Joe. “Only you know the answer to that, but it you can have a strong bond to the guy that gives it to you. My boyfriend did me and I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else,” commented Thad as he moved Joe forward and started working on the shoulder blade. “Fuck, that’s hot. I suppose if Mark’s seed doesn’t do it I’ll have Kyle make sure,” Joe replied as the buzzing stopped and Thad blotted his arm and shoulder. “Next time we’re going to do your pec, which is tender skin, so be prepared. I’m going to put on some ointment like last time and gauze it up. You can probably take it off tonight or sleep with it on and take it off in the morning. When do you want to do your next appointment?” Thad asked. “Two weeks again? Hopefully I’ll have some good news by then,” Joe remarked with a chuckle. “Cool. Yeah, good luck. Just don’t get down if it doesn’t happen right away. It took Daryl three months of almost daily fucking before I converted, just before the end of my freshman year,” Thad replied. “Wow, three months? Yeah, I’ll be okay no matter what happens. Thanks, and I’ll see you in two weeks,” Joe said as he gingerly put his t-shirt back on and went outside. 'Fuck, I hope it doesn’t take that long', thought Joe as he got in the car. He sat there for a moment and picked up his phone and sent this message to Dennis: How u doin? Kyle and Steven sick” Then he sent this message to Mark: Saw Thad 4 next part of tat thx for bio tat 2. Steven now sick too. He drove home and went to check on Kyle and Steven. Kyle was sitting up with his phone catching up on his messages. He looked a little better but still not great. Steven got up and staggered to the bathroom and began to puke into the toilet. Joe’s phone buzzed with a new message from Dennis which read: I’m ok. was just with Tony & Derrick Mark was looking around online and came across an interesting ad: WM 29 5’9” 150lbs, smooth, jock bottom for anon fuck at my place, send stats - dick pics only Mark sent off a reply with a pic of his hard cock and his physical stats with no mention of HIV status but he did add he preferred bareback sex saying that condoms and his PA didn’t work well together. Soon he had a reply and a picture of a tight bubble but that looked pre-lubed. One more round of messages got him a anything u want, sir, followed by an address. Mark put on some clothing, slipped a lube packet and poppers in his pocket before heading over, told Kyle and Steven he'd be right back, and made the short drive to the bottom's house, parking the car about a block away and walking to the apartment building. He got buzzed in and went to the door which was ajar. He always enjoyed the adrenaline rush when he did an anonymous fuck with someone new. Pushing the door open, he went inside looking around and followed the instructions - left down the hallway, second door on the right. Walking in he found the guy on all fours on the bed, a blindfold covering his eyes and that beautiful ass winking at him. He tossed the lube and poppers on the bed, pulled his shirt off and dropped his pants, his cock straining to pop out of his jockstrap. He leaned in and planted his face between the guy’s taut ass cheeks and started eating his hole out, pushing his tongue into the winking hole and forcing some spit inside. Mark started to work his finger into the guy’s pussy, feeling the warmth and slickness. The guy had indeed pre-lubed his hole, but when Mark pulled his finger out and sniffed, the aroma was unfortunately that of lube, not cum. Taking a hit from the poppers, Mark moved closer and tapped his cock on the guy's hole, hearing a muffled "Fuck yeah, gimme that cock” from the guy. He slapped the guy's ass and pushed in, feeling the hungry hole suck his cock inside. Slowly he drove his cock all the way in until his pubes were against the guy's firm cheeks. The hole twitched around his cock a few times and Mark began to thrust in and out while the bottom worked his ass back and forth. The full length of his cock was pounding the guy and he heard the moans of a bitch in heat begging for him to fuck harder. Mark pulled his cock out and crouched behind the guy and slammed his cock in as hard as he could. The slut’s arms collapsed and he had his face on the bed. Mark held his shoulders down as he kept a constant rhythm of long, hard thrusts. He heard the slut repeatedly saying “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” over and over into the bed until the guy grunted, his hole started spasming around Mark’s cock, effectively milking Mark's cock into shooting his own load deep into the guy's cunt, each spurt added to the toxic, cream-filled hole. When the shots ended, Mark pulled his cock out of the guy's hole and pushed his face back down, licking up the cum from his hole and feeling it slowly close around his tongue. Satisfied, he moved back and wiped his cock on a nearby towel and put his clothes back on. “Thanks, bud” was all he said as he walked out of the bedroom and apartment, back to his car.

I'm not sure how far I'll take this, but hope you enjoy another few chapters. ------ Part 10 - Joey’s turn? Joe came back from class and sat down on the couch and lit up a joint. It was Friday afternoon and just over a a week and a half since his brother Mark had gone back home. Each morning since Mark had left Joe awoke, hoping for symptoms of the flu, but there had been nothing. He craved cock, but had promised himself that it was his brother’s strain that would be the one that infected him. His sole sexual relief had been sucking cock. Almost any cock he could find - his boyfriend Kyle, guys at the adult book store, guys at the club, guys in the park. He couldn’t remember a time in college that he hadn’t been fucked at least twice in a week. What made it harder was watching Kyle take poz loads from Tony and Derrick. He would stand there stroking his newly pierced cock as Kyle got pounded by their big cocks and then hear the orgasms signaling another successful delivery of tainted cum in Kyle’s hole. Joe wouldn’t even felch the loads out of Kyle's ass, something he loved to do. No, it was going to be Mark’s cum that did it. His daydreaming was disturbed by the sound of his phone. He picked up the phone and saw it was Steven, who he hadn’t seen since Mark had been there. “Hello?” “Hi Joe, it’s Steven. I’m in a bind and was wondering if you could help me out.” “Maybe. What’s up?” replied Joe. “Uh, my dad caught me in bed with Luis and threw me out of the house. Can I crash at your place for a few days until I find a place? I can’t stay with Luis because there are already four guys in his apartment.” “I need to check with Kyle, but I think that would be ok as long as its not for more than a week or two,” Joe explained. “Oh my god, thanks. I have to wait until everyone is out of the house to get my stuff, so just call me when you know from Kyle,” Steven said excitedly. After checking with Kyle, Joe let Steven know it was okay. Steven was relieved, even more so when Joe drove over to Steven's place and helped Steven pack a suitcase with his clothes and a couple boxes of stuff - computer, trophies from high school, and a few pictures. Steven broke down crying on the end of his old bed. Joe hugged him and told him “Don’t worry, things will work out okay. They will come around and if they don’t, then you won’t want to deal with people that can’t accept you for who you really are.” They picked up the boxes and headed out the door leaving the empty drawers on the floor and the bed stripped clean. Back at the apartment, Joe cleaned a spot for Steven to put his stuff. “You can sleep on the couch and use the playroom to fuck, if you want. The inflatable mattress in there has seen its share of piss and cum, so you probably don’t want to sleep there.” The guys sat on the couch catching up on the last several days. Steven and Luis had been fucking each other almost every day since they met. “I had just dumped my load in Luis and had flipped over on my back and got Luis’s cock in my ass when my Dad burst into the room screaming like a crazy man. He told me to get my stuff, get out of the house, and yelled ‘No son of mine is going to be a faggot'” Steven told Joe. They popped a couple beers and smoked some pot and talked some more. “Oh, yeah. You didn’t see what I did the day after the party,” Joe said while standing up and dropping his jeans. Pulling his cock out, Steven gasped as he saw the piercing in Joe’s cock. “Fuck yeah. That is so cool. It’s smaller than the one Mark had, but really hot” Steven said. “Yeah, I’m gonna stretch it eventually, but I still like it with the smaller ring.” Steven reached up and held Joe’s cock and played with the ring with his fingers. He leaned forward and licked the head and the piercing with his tongue. Joe moaned and put his hand behind Stevens head and pulled it towards him. Steven began sucking his cock deeper and deeper and worked his tongue all over Joe’s shaft. He took a deep breath and relaxed his throat and pushed down as hard as he could, feeling the piercing and cock head enter his throat. Steven began to gag a little but kept pushing until his face was in Joe’s pubic hair. Joe had jacked off a few times since he got the piercing but this was the first time that his cock had been inside someone since then. Steven flexed his throat around Joe’s cock just like Luis had taught him and it drove Joe crazy. Joe started to fuck Steven’s throat thrusting in with his hips while also pulling Steven’s head forward. Steven was working his lips, tongue and throat on the cock and started tasting the precum leaking from Joe’s cock. Joe knew he wouldn’t last long since he was overdue for releasing his cum. Soon his balls started tingling and tightening while his cock throbbed and swelled. Steven felt Joe’s cock expand in his mouth and stopped bobbing on it. He wanted to taste Joe’s cum when he shot, so he pulled back so just the head was inside his lips which were sealed tight around the shaft. Volley after volley of Joe’s cum shot into Steven’s mouth, coating his tongue and throat. Steven started swallowing as his mouth filled with Joe’s questionable cum. Joe couldn’t believe the amount of cum he was flooding Steven’s mouth with. 'He’s a natural cocksucker. Amazing for someone so new to gay sex' thought Joe. As the cum stopped shooting, Steven swallowed more cum and began to lick and clean Joe’s cock. When he finished he looked up at Joe who then pulled him up to his feet and kissed him savoring his own cum and Steven’s spit. They fell back down to the couch with both of them breathing heavily. Joe looked at Steven and said “Thanks, I guess I really needed that.” “Fuck, do you always cum that much? I almost drowned!” Steven joked. After a pause, Joe looked at Steven and asked “So… Have you had any of the flu symptoms?” “No, I haven’t. My throat is a bit sore, but that’s from your cock just now!” Steven laughed. They smoked another bowl and had just turned the TV on when Kyle walked in. “Sorry I’m late. I stopped over at Tony’s place before he went to work for another dose. He and Derrick filled my cunt up with more spunk.” “Drop em and bend over, I want to see it” Joe demanded. Kyle grinned and moved closer before dropping his shorts and underwear and bending over the table and pushing a little bit of the cum out. “You fuckin’ slut. Any other time I’d use that as lube and fuck your brains out” Joe told Kyle, but noticing Steven who was rubbing his cock through his jeans, Kyle suggested “You should fuck him and soak your cock in that toxic swill, Steven." “Fuck yeah. Do it!” encouraged Kyle. Steven didn’t need any more encouragement and got up and slid his jeans down revealing a very stiff cock. He pushed it down towards Kyle's hole and smeared the cum that he had dribbled out all over the tip of his cock before pushing into Kyle. Slowly he sunk his cock all the way in before starting to piston Kyle’s pussy. He moaned as he felt the cum coat his cock and heard the sloshing sounds as he fucked the cum-filled hole. “Fuck, they really loaded you up,” Steven remarked as Kyle braced himself on the table as the thrusts got stronger. Joe was stroking as he watched his boyfriend get fucked and it didn’t take too long before he couldn’t take it any more. He stood up and moved behind Steven. He slicked his cock up with some lube from the table and added some to Steven’s hole before put his piercing on Steven’s hole. Pushing in, he forced Steven all the way into Kyle’s hole. Joe marveled at the new feelings with the ring on his cock as he fucked. His hands guided Steven’s body, so he did all the movement, fucking himself on Joe’s cock and then pushing into Kyle’s cum slick hole. The three emitted guttural sounds as Steven bounced back and forth between Joe and Kyle. Joe knew he was not going to last very long and when he felt his balls tighten again, he slammed into Steven and felt rope upon rope of his cum pump into Steven’s fuck chute. Steven felt Joe start to breed his ass and that pushed him over the edge and he unleashed his cum into Kyle. Kyle had been stroking his cock and shot his load all over the table, covering the baggie of weed with his cum. All three stood there feeling cocks get milked of their cum and asses getting filled with possibly neg cum until Joe slowly pulled out and sat down on the couch. Steven followed suit and lastly Kyle stood up and took the third spot on the couch. They all grinned at each other then sat back and watched TV, drank and smoked until it was in the early hours of Saturday morning. Joe was the first one to get up and told the other two “Come on, let’s get to bed and crash.” Steven looked up at him puzzled and said “I’ll take the couch.” “Nah, join us in the bed,” Joe insisted.

Part 7 - Cat’s out of the bag Joe’s jaw dropped and eyes went wide. He was stunned. Finally he said “You’re poz? Why didn’t you tell me?” Mark laughed, “I just told you I was gay yesterday. We really didn’t get any farther than coming out to each other and its not something you tell someone right away.” After a pause Joe asked “So did you just fuck me last night or did you cum in me?” “Oh you got a big load deep inside” Mark answered. Joe started to get excited and said “Fuck yeah. You really think you did it? Pozzed me up? Oh fuck that would be so hot having my brother be the one that charges me up and makes me into a poz pig.” Mark felt his cock twitch and start to stiffen and said “Maybe. You wouldn’t be the first guy I fucked once and they converted.” Joe kept getting more excited and said “Who said anything about once. I want you to fuckin’ breed my ass every hour ’til you have to go home.” Mark and Kyle both laughed. “I want you to fuck me right now and see if I can remember which cock you were,” Joe said as he pulled his tank top off and dropped his gym shorts. Picking them up he headed for the hallway and said “Come on, let’s go.” Kyle got up and followed Joe. Mark gave a grin and finally got up and followed the two to the second bedroom. Joe opened the door and went in and Kyle and Mark followed. Mark was amazed at what he saw. The room was divided in two with a sling on a stand on one side and a rubber lined floor area on the other with an inflatable mattress on it. Across from the sling was a St. Andrews cross attached to the wall. The closet doors were off with bookshelves in the closet lined with various toys. “Damn!” Mark exclaimed. “You dirty little perv. Bet this is lots of fun.” “Yeah, we have a lot of fun in here” said Kyle as he was rubbing his cock through his shorts. Joe was digging through a box and pulled out a leather harness and slipped it on. As he snapped the last strap, Mark saw two biohazard symbols, one on each of the top straps. The grin on Joe’s face was huge and he hopped in the sling and wiggled into position and put his feet into the straps. “Get out of those clothes and let’s fuck! I need more of that dirty seed inside me” Joe commanded. Kyle quickly shed his clothes and grabbed the lube. Mark looked around for a blindfold. Not finding one he grabbed Kyles t-shirt and walked up to Joe and wrapped it around his head. Once Joe couldn’t see, Mark spotted some cuffs and a couple carabiners and locked Joes hands on to the chains of the sling. Kyle was grinning at Mark’s prep work and handed him a real blindfold from a box. Mark bent over Joe and swapped the t-shirt for the blindfold over Joe's eyes. Now that Joe was ready, Mark stripped and stroked his half hard cock the rest of the way. Kyle’s cock was already stiff. Mark whispered a few words to Kyle and walked up to Joe and caressed his hole with lube. Adding a bit more lube he pushed his finger into Joe’s hungry hole and felt it clamp down on his finger. He stuffed two fingers into Joe’s pussy and twisted them around. Backing away he said “Joe you are going to get two cocks in you. You need to tell me which one fucked you in the club last night. If you’re right I will keep breeding you until I leave, almost surely pozzing you up. Get it wrong and I won’t fuck you again.” Mark pushed Kyle towards Joe and Kyle pushed his lubed cock into Joe’s hole slowly. He thrust in a few times leaving some neg precum deep inside his boyfriend and pulled out. Mark was tempted to push Kyle back to fuck Joe a second time and try and trick him, but he really wanted to fuck his brother again. So he approached Joe and unlike his normal penetration where he would play with his PA on the guys hole before going in, he just went for it. Slowly he slid his cock into Joe’s hole, pausing only a moment after the head was inside Joe’s first ring. Joe gasped and let out an “OH FUCK!” Then Mark took a few more thrusts getting deeper each time. On the fourth thrust he pushed in all the way and pulled out. Standing back next to Kyle, Mark asked “Was it number one or number two?” Joe was quick to answer “Fuck, it was number two. That fuckin’ cock tore me up last night.” Kyle said “I know, bro, it feels great doesn’t it?” Joe responded with a quizzical “Huh?” before continuing “I couldn’t take the next cock after it and had to get up. Some of the guys were pissed they didn’t get a chance to fuck me. And what the fuck are you talking about Kyle?” Mark and Kyle laughed and Mark explained “The hookup I had yesterday before meeting you after class turned out to be Kyle. I gave him a quick pump and dump downstairs. You should have seen our faces when I came to see you and he opened the door and I found out who I bred.” “So I was right, huh?” said Joe. “Mmmhmm” Mark replied. “Then get that hole wrecker over here and knock me up!” Mark grabbed his underwear and a bottle of poppers, pouring a little onto a corner of the shorts. He then walked over and held the bottle under Joe’s nostril, closing the other one. “Breathe.” Joe took a big hit. “Again.” Joe complied. “Open your mouth," upon which Mark stuffed his underwear into Joe's mouth, leaving the popper soaked section just under his nose. Standing between Joe’s legs he reached over Joe, his cock pushing between Joe’s ass cheeks, and removed the blindfold. Tossing it to the floor, he leaned back and played with Joe’s hole. “You don’t get any more lube - its dry or cum for lube from now on” Mark stated. He grabbed the lower straps on the harness and tugged, slamming his cock deep into his brother’s hole. Joe’s hole clamped down tight around Mark’s shaft as Joe let out a muffled scream. “Yeah, is that what you crave Joe? A toxic cock slamming in and ripping your cunt apart so my seed can infect you and make you into just another poz casualty?” He pulled all the way out and slammed back in. Joe screamed again and Mark could see the sweat start to pour out of his body. “Breathe” and Joe did. Mark looked in his brother’s eyes and saw him begging for more. 'He’s gonna be one toxic fucker soon' Mark thought. Mark pulled back with just the head inside Joe’s hole before he pounded the hole with five or six hard thrusts each time watching the sling pull his brother off until Mark tugged back on the chains. Mark pulled Joe tight against him, his cock deep inside and leaned forward. With his head close to Joe’s face he said “Two things I expect of guys I charge up - no meds for at least a year and you gotta share your new gift. You good with that?” Joe nodded in agreement. “Good.” Mark smiled and leaned back. He started drilling Joe’s ass letting the sling do most of the work with the occasional hard slam into his brother’s hole. He looked down and saw Joe’s swollen ring around his cock. He pulled out and saw a gaping hole and streaks of blood on his cock. Shoving his cock back in he started to pound harder and faster. His cock kept nudging the second ring and each time Joe would squirm and yell out into his gagged mouth. He continued to fuck until his balls started to churn and his cock begin to swell, Mark started to grunt. Kyle stood at the side watching his boyfriend get pummeled even harder than Mark had fucked him the day before and stroked his cock in unison with Mark’s thrusts. Finally Mark shoved in hard, his piercing driving through Joe’s second ring and holding Joe tight as volley after volley of Mark’s poison pumped into Joe’s ravaged chute. The orgasm was one of the biggest Mark could remember - almost s big as the first toxic one he had given Eric a few weeks earlier. He bucked his hips a few more times and fell on top of Joe’s chest, his cock still deep inside his brother. When his breathing slowed back to normal and his cock started to soften, Mark stood up and pulled his cock out slowly, catching any cum that escaped. He left Joe in the sling and pulled his underwear from Joe’s mouth. Joe was gasping. “Thanks, bro” was all he could say between gulps of air. Mark moved back and leaned against the wall, his sweat gluing him to it. He too was gasping. He looked down and his cum and blood covered cock just hung there throbbing. Kyle moved over and dropped to his knees and began licking Mark’s shaft up and down. Any place that Kyle could find cum he licked and sucked it off. A few minutes passed and Kyle was on his knees looking up at him like a puppy. Mark grabbed Kyle’s arm and pulled him up and pushing towards Joe. “Fuck him and breed him. Use my charged cum as lube” Mark said to Kyle. “Yes, Sir,” Kyle responded, sliding his hard cock into his boyfriend and started to fuck him. He knew he wouldn’t last long since he had been edging while Mark had fucked Joe. “Slower, make it last. Let your cock soak in my load” and Kyle slowed down as he was told. Suddenly Kyle felt a finger spreading his ass apart and rubbing his hole. The finger went away and came back with a little bit of lube and pressed into his hole. Joe was swinging back and forth in the sling, bouncing off Kyle’s body. He felt Mark spread his feet wider and move up behind him. Due to the height difference, Mark was squatting down. Mark ran his cock up and down Kyle’s crack. Kyle knew what was about to happen and wasn’t sure if he was scared or excited. He didn’t have to think long when Mark shoved his cock into Kyle’s hole. “You wanted to do it again, you got your wish” Mark whispered in his ear. Mark started to thrust into Kyle just as Joe was bottoming out on Kyle's cock, pushing Joe away. It took a few tries to get the timing right, but they did and Mark was tearing into Kyle just like the day before. Mark couldn’t last long like this and his balls quickly readied their poison. He grabbed Kyle from behind and drove his cock into him as hard as he could and unloaded five spurts of virus laden seed into Kyle. As soon as Kyle felt Mark shoot he started to unload inside Joe. Kyle’s orgasm milked a few extra spurts out of Mark. As the orgasms faded they both looked at Joe who had a big smile on his face which was covered in his own cum. Mark pulled out of Kyle and Kyle pulled out of Joe. All three were drenched in sweat. Mark undid Joe’s cuffs and helped him out of the sling. Kyle was rummaging through a box and pulled out two butt plugs and handed the bigger one to Joe. Kyle spit on his and bent over and pushed it in. Joe just bent over and used the cum dripping out of his hole to help it slide in. The three went into the living room and Kyle threw down a blanket. They all laid down on the blanket, spooning each other with Joe in the middle and his brother behind him. Soon, they were all asleep. Mark woke up and went into the bathroom. He climbed into the shower and turned it on. Letting the hot water spray over his body he pissed down the drain. As he started to soap his body up, the curtain opened and Joe stepped in. Joe hugged his brother tight and looked up at him with a smile. Grabbing the soap from Mark he started to wash his brother, covering every inch of his body. His hands roamed over Mark’s body and his eyes were not behind. Joe examined the tattoos and then kneeled down and looked at the piercing. He played with it with his fingers and watched it rotate in Mark’s cockhead. As he finished washing and Mark rinsed off, Mark took the soap back and started to wash his little brother’s body. When he got down to Joe’s butt, he bent Joe over and pulled the plug out of his ass. Some pink slime oozed out of Joe’s hole and down his leg soon to be washed away. Mark said “Good. A lot of the cum has already been absorbed into your system.” They finished their shower and dried off, walking back to the living room naked to see Kyle still sleeping. Mark and Joe smoked some pot and talked a lot, mostly about how Mark got pozzed and the people he has infected since. Joe wanted to hear about each guy’s pozzing and how many times he fucked them and how long it took before they got sick. Mark told Joe about Eric and that he had been breeding Eric for a couple weeks now, but he hadn’t gotten sick yet and warned Joe that not everyone gets noticeably sick when they convert. Joe then started asking about the tattoos. Mark explained what they meant to him and how they got done. At one point Joe went to the bedroom and came back with some drawings and handed them to Mark. “This is what I want for my first one” Joe stated. Mark looked over the drawings which were pretty detailed, and asked “Did you draw these? You’ve been thinking about this for a while, huh?” “Yeah I did. I’ve been thinking about it for a couple years. I didn’t know you had tats until you showed up yesterday. I just can’t afford it until I graduate and get a real job” explained Joe. “Well, these are pretty complex. You would have to do several sessions to get all of it done. And there’s healing time between. Have you found anyone yet to do the work?” Mark asked. Joe just shook his head no. “There’s the guy I used when I got my first two tats my senior year. He’s really good. I wonder if he’s still here,” Mark mused. A quick google and they had their answer. Mark made a call and talked to Thad. He texted over the drawings that Joe had made and asked what he thought and how long. Thad said he’d take a better look and call him back. About 20 minutes later he got a call back and they worked out a plan. Thad said it would take four sessions to do it and gave Mark a price. Mark asked if they could stop by the next day and start. Thad pushed back and said he was really busy, but in the end agreed if they could do it earlier in the day. They agreed on 11:00 AM. Joe looked at his brother confused. “I told you I can’t afford it right now. Why did you set up an appointment?” Mark just smiled and said “First one is on me.” Mark picked his phone up again and said “I have an idea. Interested in a small orgy?” “Of course” Joe replied, adding “but that's going to take a lot of work and time to set up.” “You just need the right incentives” Mark said wryly. Mark thumbed through his contact list, selected one and tapped out a message and hit send. Mark then sent a second message to another contact and set the phone down. “That’s it? Just two people?” asked Joe. “I want just a select few people there and I think each of them will bring one or two others. And there’s the three of us. Sometimes its quality not quantity” Mark explained. “Fuck, I gotta clean the apartment then. I don’t want people to see it this messy” said Joe. Mark laughed “But its okay for me to see it like this? Jeez. Don’t worry, my hotel room is perfect for a small group fuck party.” Mark’s phone dinged and he looked at it and smiled “There’s one RSVP.” A few minutes later his phone dinged again and Mark checked it out “There’s the other. I hope you don’t have any plans for 3:00 PM tomorrow. I’d have to share my seed with someone else if you do,” he said with a smirk. Mark looked over at Joe with a mischievous grin. He got up and nodded towards the playroom. Joe jumped to his feet and hurried to the room. His ass still was sore from the earlier fuck but he didn’t care. He needed to make sure he got as much cum from his brother as possible. Mark looked around and tossed the harness back to Joe, who put it on. Mark found the cuffs again and put them on Joe’s wrists. Mark led him over to the cross and locked the cuffs to the top of the cross with Joe facing the wall. Mark pushed two fingers into Joe’s fuck hole and commented “Pretty dry there. You must have soaked the rest up. Do you want more?” Joe moaned “Hell yeah.” Mark decided he needed a bit of lube. Any other chaser he would have just shoved in dry, but this was his brother and he didn’t want to hurt him any more than he had to to share his bug. He dripped some spit on his cock, lubing himself. Spitting another dollop on his cock, he positioned himself at his brother's puffy opening. His chest was resting against his brother’s back and he whispered in Joe’s ear “What do you want?” As Joe replied “More poz cum” Mark thrust his cock back inside Joe’s ravaged pussy, pumping away, fucking his little brother a bit less brutally than earlier. His cock was sore and he knew that Joe was in pain, but he needed to do this. Part of his brain said it was wrong, yet he was extremely turned on trying to poz up his brother. Sex usually wins over rational thought. Mark started to pound faster and felt another load start to brew. The cross was squeaking and Joe grunted each time he shoved in. Joe’s hole definitely felt different than when he had fucked him in the club last night. It was really abused and Joe was struggling to work his ass muscles on Mark’s cock. He looked over and there was Kyle in the doorway stroking his cock as Mark drilled Joe. Mark felt his balls start to tighten and piston fucked his brother quickly before he grabbed Joe tightly and shoved his cock in deep. It was a smaller load than earlier but probably just as deadly. He heard Kyle groan as he shot his load all over the floor. As Mark’s spurts of cum stopped he thrust in a few more times and slowly pulled his cock out. He unlocked Joe’s hands and the three of them went back to the living room, collapsing on the blanket. The guys rested a while until Mark got up, asking “You guys hungry? Lets go grab a bite to eat.” They showered again and dressed and hopped in Mark’s car and headed down town. Mark parked the car and they went in to a restaurant. It was one of Mark’s favorites from his days in school there. Joe and Kyle looked at each other and said simultaneously “Thai food?” Mark chuckled “Yeah, its better than fast food or more pizza, its spicy and some of these Thai boys are really cute.” They sat down at a table and a waiter came up and giving them menus and water. Mark looked up at the guy who was exactly what he had hoped for - a cute Thai guy, shorter, maybe 5 foot 6 at the most, thin, with jet black hair and a wicked smile. He introduced himself as Steven and explained a few specials. Mark quipped “You forgot yourself.” Kyle and Joe giggled and Steven blushed before stuttering a bit saying “I’ll let you decide and be back in a few minutes.” “I hope he’s for dessert," Kyle murmured. All three broke into gales of laughter. Mark kept glancing up at Steven and then back to his menu. Joe and Kyle had no clue what to order and Mark really wasn’t helping. Steven walked back up and asked if they had decided. Joe was the farthest and said “I really have no idea. I’ve never had Thai food before. Steven leaned over the table and pointed out that the dinners were on the right, with noodle dishes on the top and rice dishes on the bottom. A pepper next to an item meant it was spicy. Meanwhile Mark and Kyle were staring at Steven’s ass and pointing at each other trying to decide which one was going to tap it first. As he stood back up Mark could see Steven’s cock starting to bulge in his pants. Mark finally gave the boys some suggestions and and Steven walked away. Their glasses never got more than one sip down and Steven was back refilling them. About the third trip Steven started to flirt with them. Their food finally arrived and Steven put the plates down in front of each one, winking at each guy. The guys had burned a lot of calories that day and were very hungry. They wolfed the food down and as Steven came back to check on everything was amazed that the plates were mostly clean. “I hope you saved room for dessert” he said and the guys broke out laughing. Mark finally stopped laughing and said “I think what we want isn’t on the menu. Just an iced coffee for me.” Joe and Kyle ordered the same. When Steven came back with the coffees, Mark said “We’re going to have a little fun later if you want to join us. Here’s the address” and slipped a piece of paper to Steven. The look of shock on Steven’s face was priceless. Mark was sure that none of his customers had ever propositioned him before. Steven slipped the paper into his pocket and walked away. As Mark was finishing his drink, Steven walked up and set the bill down on the table and gave the usual “I’ll take that when you’re ready.” Mark opened up the folder with the check in it and besides the total was a slip of paper that said “I get off work at 9:00” Mark took the paper and put the money and a generous tip into the folder. Steven came back to the table visibly nervous and took the folder with Mark adding “It’s all set. Keep the change” with another wink. The guys got up and walked out of the restaurant with Steven calling “Bye” to them as they left. Mark drove over to the store and picked up more beer and a bottle of good tequila and they went back to the apartment. The guys cracked open the beer, Joe packed the bowl and they passed the pipe around until it was dead. Kyle looked up at the clock and announced “It's 9:30. Do you think he chickened out?” “Could be” replied Mark as he got up to get another round of beer. Joe got up and went into the bedroom and changed into some running shorts with no shirt. As they sat down there was a knock on the door. Joe got up and answered it. Steven was standing there almost shaking in his shoes. “Hey, you came! Come on in. We almost gave up on you” said Joe. Steven walked into the apartment, looking around nervously and said “I’m not sure if this is a good idea, but you guys seemed to be nice and fun.” “You know we’re gay, right?” Kyle stated. "Of course. Besides, I saw his bracelet," pointing at Mark's wrist and then continued "I am too, but I have a hard time meeting other guys that are interested in me.” Mark sensed that Steven’s experience level was pretty low and decided he better set some expectations before things got out of hand “Steven, I want you to know that we will respect any limits you have. If things go too fast or too far, just say something. We want you to have fun, not be scared away.” “Thanks. I have only been with a couple guys before and we didn’t do much. I really want to try everything. I hope you don’t mind teaching me stuff.” The guys got up and moved closer to Steven and started exploring his body. Very quickly Steven’s cock stiffened and strained against his pants and he let out a soft moan. Kyle leaned in and kissed him as Joe undid his pants, watching them fall to the floor. Mark stayed back a step from the boys and watched them undress Steven. Joe went down on his knees and pulled Stevens underwear down exposing a hard six and a half inch uncut, perfectly straight cock. Sliding his tongue between the head and foreskin, he could taste the day's sweat and piss that had built up under the hood, the scent drove him wild and he began so suck harder. Kyle pulled Steven’s shirt off and resumed kissing him, plunging his tongue into Steven’s mouth. Mark removed his clothes and then moved behind Steven, rubbing his shoulders before moving down his back and then to his butt. He moved in closer and started to grind his hardening cock against Steven’s ass. Mark moved his finger down and slid it between his crack and pulled it up to his nose for a sniff test. He smiled and began rubbing his hand between the crack, caressing Steven’s soft, possibly virgin hole. Kyle broke the kiss and realized he was the only one with clothes still on which he quickly rectified. Mark moved over next to Steven and Joe was presented a dilemma - suck his brother’s cock or the newbie. He didn’t get to choose since Kyle sank to his knees next to Joe sucking and kissing on Steven’s body until he reached his cock. Joe gave his full attention to Mark’s cock and balls sucking and licking until he felt it start to ooze precum. Mark looked down at his brother and they locked eyes, knowing what each of them needed. Mark motioned with his head towards the couch and the two of them moved there, Joe kneeling on the couch and facing the wall. Mark pushed the table out of the way and got on his knees, eating out Joe’s battered hole. Kyle meanwhile moved Steven over towards the blanket and they both laid down in a sixty nine position, each sucking each other's cock. Every once in a while Mark heard Steven gasp out “oh my god” and he would chuckle and dive back into Joe’s ass. Mark needed to get his cock back into Joe almost as badly as Joe needed Mark’s cock inside him. Mark got up and teased Joe’s hole until Joe bucked his ass back onto Mark’s cock. Mark stretched Joe’s hole open as he pushed his cock in balls deep. Joe sighed and said “fuck I need this, fuck me hard bro.” Mark began to piston his cock in and out of Joe saying “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Kyle worked over Steven’s dick feverishly, taking him close to the edge but never allowing him to go over the line. He wanted to get his cock into Steven’s ass but knew he had to take it slow. “He’s probably really tight. I hope I don’t shoot right away” thought Kyle. Meanwhile Steven was savoring Kyle’s cock. His previous attempts at blowjobs had been short sucking sessions ending with the guy pushing him off and cumming on the floor. His lack of experience meant that he didn’t know whether he wanted to be fucked or be the one fucking more. He hoped that he was going to lose his virginity tonight and really didn’t care which position it was in. He figured he should let the other guy lead. Then it hit him. Here he was, having sex and he didn’t even know the name of the guys with whom he was playing. He also concluded, however, it didn’t matter. Names or no names, he was feeling more alive than he ever had. Kyle began to finger Steven's hole as he sucked on his cock. He then pulled off Steven’s cock and move down a bit and began licking Steven’s taint and then his hole. He fed some spit on his hole and worked it in with his finger. One finger became two as Kyle tried to open Steven’s tight hole. He finally got to the point that it wasn’t like a clamp around his finger and it started to wink and twitch. He knew it was time to pop this cherry. Kyle pulled off Steven and rolled him on to his stomach before helping him to his knees. Kyle grabbed a bottle of lube from the table and moved behind Steven. He dripped some on Steven’s pucker working it in with his spit inside. Kyle lubed up his cock and let it rest on Steven’s hole. Softly he said “Ready Steven?” Everyone in the room heard the trepidation in Stevens voice as he replied “mmmhmm.” Slowly, Kyle started to press in. He could feel Steven tense up and told him to relax. “Its going to hurt a bit at first, then you will enjoy it” A little more pressure and Steven’s hole opened up and felt its first cock enter. “OH FUCK!!! STOP!!” Kyle froze, but with difficulty. The pressure on his cock head was intense. He felt a spurt of precum shoot inside Steven’s hole. "Breathe, Steven. Relax." Finally the ring relaxed a little and Kyle edged in a little further until he felt the head get past the ring. Steven was breathing heavy. After letting him get used to having a cock inside him Kyle slowly started to work his cock deeper. He added a bit more lube to his cock and when he made it three quarters of the way in he sensed the change. The tight grip on his cock became a firm touch. His strokes became longer and he heard moans from Steven. He varied the tempo of his fuck and the length of the strokes. He felt his balls start to tingle and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He started to pound his cock into Steven’s hole when all of a sudden Steven’s ass ring started to spasm. Steven let out a loud groan as his ass body shook in orgasm. Kyle couldn’t hold back any more and began to shoot his cum deep inside Steven’s pussy. Shot after shot of warm seed filled his guts while Steven’s load soaked the blanked below them. Kyle leaned forward and held Steven tight as their connected bodies bucked and shook. Hearing the near simultaneous orgasms from Kyle and Steven, Mark started to ram his cock into Joe even harder. He imagined his cum shooting inside Joe’s hole, soaking in and the virus spreading throughout his body and then made it reality. He grunted three times as he slammed his cock deep into Joe, driving his cock into and past the second ring before shooting spurt after spurt of toxic poz cum into his brother’s guts. Both Mark and Joe were moaning. Joe felt the pressure build up inside his body and his brother’s chest on his back and Mark’s hot breath on his neck. Another dose of poisonous seed had been pumped into his vulnerable body. He never would know which load would be the one that sealed his fate, but it didn’t matter. He loved every one that his brother filled him with. Mark pulled his cock out and slapped Joe’s ass. Kyle slowly pulled his cock out of Steven and rolled him over on his back and the two kissed passionately. Steven eventually broke the kiss and looked at Kyle and said “Thank you, whoever you are.” The four of them broke up laughing. Mark told them “Fuck first, ask questions later. That’s my motto!” Mark took the hint and introduced Joe, Kyle and himself to Steven, then the guys sat around for a short while drinking, sharing some weed and chatting. Mark finally asked the question everyone wanted to know “Steven, are you glad you came over tonight?” “Fuck yeah. That was so much better than I ever imagined. I need more!” said Steven to which everyone laughed. “Well…” Mark started “we actually have a little group tomorrow if you’re interested. I know there are two other guys here that want to dip their cocks in a hot Thai boy. It starts about 3:00 PM.” “Haha… I don’t know if I can do that. I start work at five tomorrow” Steven replied. “You can stay as long as you want and go to work, uh, invigorated” Mark said. “OK, I’ll think about it. I should get going now, its late and I need to study tomorrow morning” said Steven and he got up and started to dress. Mark scribbled down on a piece of paper his number and handed it to Steven who put it in his pocket. Mark told him “Call me tomorrow morning between 9 and 11 and I can give you the info.” They all hugged and each gave Steven a kiss before he went home. Mark also decided to call it a night and got dressed. Exhausted, Mark drove back to his hotel and walked into his room. The towel stack was even higher than before. There was a dozen water bottles sitting in an empty tub. Mark noticed some bondage loops hanging from the corners of the bed which also had a rubber cover over it. In the bathroom there was a douche attachment connected to the shower. The couch had a sheet, pillow and a blanket on it, made up for Mark to sleep on. The TV played a bareback porn flick with the sound muted. “Dennis knows his stuff” he thought. He stripped his clothes off and laid down, falling asleep almost immediately.

Part 2 "You are gonna take all of our poz loads this weekend, slut. And you are going to beg us for each one. We saw how you came when Javi bred you full of his poz load. Now you will be getting ours. Probably a lot of piss too. And maybe a fist or two. More than that if I have my way though." More to come I hope. Also, if there is anyone who is a native speaker of spanish and wishes to help me make the spanish in this story more real, please message me. I'm pretty sure that most of it is formal spanish, which isn't what a hot papi like Javier would be using. I am so high that I can barely parse what it is he is saying, all that I can tell is that this sexy man with his hot as hell deep voice is telling me what I want to hear - that these men are going to use me as they want to, and fill me with cum. I can feel the air on my hole before he touches me with his cock, his thick head fitting snug into a hole that won't close all the way. His dick head is gritty, and even that sensation is driving my cunt wild. "That's my good lil puta. So hot watching that culo wink and beg for more dick. Tell papi and all of his buddies what that hole needs, hijo." His words barely register, up until he repeats himself with a growl and a slap across my face. "Tell papi what that hole needs, puta!" "My hole needs more cock and cum papi! It needs it bad!" I reply, a waver in my voice, a waver of excitement, of need. A slap to my chest and a hard pull on my pierced nipple, followed by "What kind of cock and cum, puto?" "Poz cock papi, this cunt needs poz cock and cum!" His buddies all laugh again, and a couple spit on me. The man between my legs, whose name I never caught finally pushes his meth covered cock into my hole, stretching it open a little more, and filling me up a little deeper. My eyes roll back, and I bliss out for a second, savoring the feeling of his big black dick stretching my hole out, helping to turn it from a tight negative hole into a gaping poz cunt. It isn't long before the motion of his dick and the cum already lubing me up melt the meth in me, and make my ass start to smolder. The burn feels so fucking good as I get higher. I feel a cock slapping my face, and I can smell the sweat of this hot male flesh, the pheromones making me want it all the more. "Open your mouth slut, and stick out your tongue." I comply, drooling at the prospect of having another cock in my mouth, while there is one slamming my hole hard. I can taste the sweat, and the beginning of cock cheese on this cock, and feel the foreskin with my tongue, all of this making me moan like the cock loving puto that I am. Then I feel the piss start flowing, and hear the command to swallow most, but to let some of it cover my face. At the same time I feel other streams of piss hitting my body, soaking into my fur, running down into the bed of the sling. I hear more voices, most telling me variations of "Fuck yea, drink that piss!" or "That's it pig!" Another cock moves to my mouth opposite the first, and starts pissing into my mouth as well, and this one 's piss is very bitter. If I weren't high as a kite, I wouldn't even want this piss on me, let alone in my mouth and stomach, but I am so high that it seems so much hotter to be drinking this nastier piss. "That's it puto," my papi's voice comes to me, "Drink more of my chemmed piss. So much stronger since I slammed." "I'm gonna breed this hole full of my charged load. Here comes load number number 2!" My attention immediately goes to my ass, and I can feel the muscles contracting and milking the cock that is giving my hole exactly what it want, almost completely outside of my control. "Fuck yea, this bitch is milking my toxic jizz out, he wants it bad!" My papi tells me that I am making him so proud, and he bends down to suck up some of the run off piss and spit it in my mouth before kissing me hard, and motioning for the next man to take his place between my legs, and open my hole even more. And so it goes for I don't even know how long, until I hear a man say that he is pumping load number 8 into me, and commenting as he pulls out that my hole is gaped and refusing to close all the way. At this point, Javier moves in between my legs, while his buddies move to the mattress or chairs around the room, and starts putting his fingers into my hole again. "Well, looks like this hole has gone from a tight little boy hole to an open slut pussy, hijo. Now are you willing to let papi make it into a gaping poz coño? A cumdump hole that papi will be proud to give to anyone who wants to slide in? A loose glove for papi's fist? A bitch hole for papi's dogs?" With each question he jabs his fingers into my button, making me moan, until I finally scream "FUCK YES PAPI! MAKE ME THE POZ PIG CUNT THAT YOU ARE PROUD TO OWN!" He leans down and kisses my balls then looks me in the eyes and says "Good puto. You are mine. I am going to make this a coño I am proud to give out for free to my buddies, and sell to dirty men who want in." He looks at one of his buddies and tells him "Go and get the puto a big bottle of water, he needs it." Javier's attention goes back to my hole, rubbing my ring, murmuring to himself in spanish, pulling on my hole, opening it up more, sliding in four fingers, then adding his thumb, and finally meeting resistance. The water comes, and I am told to drink it all, but slowly, while Javier rubs more chems on my hole, and pushes a couple of shards into me, then gets up and grabs a can of crisco. "This is special lube my puto-hijo's hole. It is going to help papi get his fist, then his fist and his pinga into your culo. Do yo like that sound of that hijo?" I frantically nod my head yes, as there doesn't seem to be anything that sounds better at that moment. "Yes papi, please papi, make my coño yours, and as loose as you can!" He grins that evil sexy grin at me, then looks to one of his buddies, a hot Dominican stud with another big cock and a hot biohazard tattoo, and starts to give him instructions in spanish that I don't understand. "Vaya y gato asesino, y llevarme de su leche. Quiero saber si este puede tomar su coño empapado." Go and jack off Killer, and bring me some of his milk. I want to know if this cunt can take it. His buddy grins huge and walks out of the room, but my attention is brought back to Javier playing with my hole. "I think it's time to give you another slam, puto. A nice big one. You want a slam from your tóxicos papi?" He says to me as his fingers manipulate my tingling cunt lips. "Fuck yes papi, anything that you want, I want." He grins even bigger as he pulls his fingers out of me, and wipes his hands as he prepares another slam for me. He crushes up the shards after weighing it out on a small scale, and puts the powder in the barrel of the syringe. "I think we are going to give you a real good dose of pig feed this time, coño. This one is .6 grams of meth. Just exactly what my hijo-puto needs." He puts the needle into his vein, and draws out enough of his blood to mix the meth. I watch, totally mesmerized as the meth is dissolved into his blood. The sight is making me hornier. I can't explain it, but I want this so badly. "My blood, hijo. My blood is going to carry this into your body, mixing me with you even more, making you my blood son. This is right, puto, this is what you want, no?" I frantically nod my head, stuttering out "Yes papi, I want your toxic blood carrying the meth through my veins. I need to be your blood son." He walks over to my still restrained arms, and eyes the piss that has been drying on me with approval, wipes a finger in it, and rubs it around on my body. "Maldita sea me encanta este cuerpo todo cubierto de mear y sudor. Mi gran cerdo hijo, la mendicidad para mi tóxicos la sangre y la leche. Tan caliente." Damn I love this body all covered in piss and sweat. My big pig son, begging for my toxic blood and milk. So hot. I am trembling in excitement as that needle gets closer to my arm. My papi lays his arm in my mouth and tells me to clean up his blood as he ties off my arm and slide the syringe in. It feels almost he same as his cock sliding into my cunt. I watch around his arm as the red mix disappears into my vein, and I can feel my cunt tingle with the pleasure of it. I watch papi's face as he is watching mine, and he leans down and kisses me after letting a huge wad of his spit fall into my mouth, and pulls the rubber band off. The heat travels up my arm, more intense than the first time, and I can feel the cough coming on, and I let it come. Javier steps between my legs, and slams his cock into my hole, making me scream in pleasure. Surely my screams are loud enough to be heard on the street, but papi just laughs and tells me he knows how much I love his pinga. He fucks me wildly for several minutes, as far as I can tell, and one of his buddies comes back, the Dominican he sent out earlier. He hands me a cup of watery white liquid, which my papi tells me to drink slowly. In between tastes of the Dominico's cock, I get sips of this bitter fluid, which oddly turns me on, and makes my papi smile even bigger and more evilly. He pulls his cock out of my hole, and says "It's time to learn to be a glove, puto. You are gonna love this shit!" With that he sits on a chair between my legs while Marco, the Dominican, keeps fucking my face, letting me drink his piss, and finish the cup of liquid. I am loving every second of it. I feel papi rubbing something onto the dangling lips of my hole, and feel his fingers going in. Four to start with, then adding more from his other hand, pulling my hole open, making me moan around Marco's cock. I have no idea how long this is going on, but it feels like five minutes later, I am hearing papi telling me to hit the poppers, 5 deep breaths and hold them for 5 seconds. Marco helps me, and Javier just tells me what a good coño I am, and then I feel him push against some pressure, all four fingers and his thumb, his whole big hand pushing into me. I bear down with him, trying to help him get his fist into my cunt, when it just pops in. The cheers from all the men around me are nearly deafening, and I am flushed with pleasure and exertion. My cunt has never felt so full and so right as this moment. "Fuck yes puto, you have my whole hand in your coño, how does that make you feel, to be papi's glove?" I pant out my answer as precum leaks from my still soft cock like a seive. "Oh my fucking God papi, you are my papi, and my God, your fist feels so right inside me!" His buddies laugh, and another starts slapping my face with his cock while I go back to sucking Marco. It isn't long before Marco tells me he is going to cum, and not to swallow it yet. "Shit, drink my leche, bitch! Hold my AIDS cum in your slut mouth!" I feel him squirt stream after stream of hot cum into my mouth, filling my mouth up completely, it is such a huge load. "Open up and let me see my swimmers in your mouth, puto." I open my mouth and he reaches a finger in and starts to dig his nails into my gums, after a little while he seems satisfied and tells me to swish for 30 seconds, then swallow his delicious leche. This entire time, Javier is twisting his fist in my cunt, digging it deeper into me, and my body just seems to be sucking it in, needing more and more of him in me. After I swallow Marco's load, Javier starts to withdraw his hand from my coño, making pleasure rush up and down my body in waves, and cum leak out of my dick as he gives me an anal orgasm. I black out for a moment, and when I come to, it is to see Javier grinning at me proudly and sexily, and he shows me the powdered meth and shards in his hand. "You are going to suck my pinga clean first though, and love the taste of your cunt juice in my hood." He slides his dick in, and I swear it is the best tasting cock I have ever had, my tweeked out mind making me greedily suck his cock into the back of my throat. Papi moans, and holds my head with the hand that has no meth in it but is still covered in crisco and my cunt juices, and lets go another stream of piss. He tells me to piss, as I feel something clamp over my boy cock, and I realize I have had to piss badly for a while. The stream I let go is very strong, and ends up filling a good portion of a 2 liter bottle. And still I drink my sexy poz papi's piss, until every drop is drained, and every last molecule of my cunt juices are cleaned off his cock. Javier moves to my hole again, looks down and whistles. "It's definitely hanging open now, hijo. You definitely have a poz coño now, no more tight hole. A gaping coño that your papi is VERY proud of!" With that, he covers his cock in more meth, and slides it into my cummy cunt, the cum and crisco and previous fisting allowing him in with no resistance. Then he takes the hand that has the chems in it, and replaces his cock with that, again, with no problems. Then comes the slight stretch, and the feeling I relish as the burn of the meth starts to kick in. He pushes his cock into his hand while it is in my cunt. I gasp, and writhe, being taken to a new level of pleasure, and my cock explodes, soft as ever, but dribbling out cum at the idea of my papi jacking his cock off in my cunt. "Fuck yea, puto. I knew you were a fucking great choice to be my hijo. You turned out to be a nasty chem-whore for me. And we aren't even close to being done yet. Killer and my other boys, human and canine, need to have a go at this cunt. You are mine forever. And I don't think you mind one bit that I am claiming you, do you?" I grin at him, tweeked out and barely coherent "Fuck no papi, thank you for taking me and making me your hijo, making me your cunt. I want to be yours forever. I want to make you proud of me and my cunt! I will do whatever you want me to papi!" "I know you will boy. As soon as I shoot this charged load in your gaped out cunt and plug you up, my buddy who does tattoos is going to give you some ink while that cunt rests for a couple of hours. When I come back, the dogs are going to breed you, and then even more poz men are going to have a go at that coño muy caliente!" I can feel him picking up the speed of his strokes on his big dick inside me as he says this, and I know he is going to blow a big wad of poison cum in me. And there is nothing in the world that I want more in that moment than to feel his big, hairy, uncut, toxic cock explode inside my cunt. "Here it comes, hijo-puto! You ready for another toxic load from papi? Here it is, just what you have needed all your life!" He pants loudly, then pulls his hand out and moans and growls and grunts as he slams his dick in me. Harder and faster he slams his giant cock in me, my cunt struggling to milk his load out of him when he slams in balls deep, as deep as he can get his cock to go, and I swear I can feel it pulsing as he kisses me hard enough to crush my lips, sucking on my tongue, my hands struggling against their bindings, wanting to pull on his ass to get him in deeper. Panting, he pulls his face away and grins again. "There you go hijo, another load of toxic papi leche for your coño muy caliente." Reaching over, he grabs a plug of a size I never would have considered taking before tonight, places the fat tip against my gaping hole, and pops it in with the heel of his hand. "There you go, hold that charged seed up there while you get inked. You will do whatever Marco tells you to while he is inking you, won't you puto?"