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It was Sunday night, and I was on my regular cruising tour in Berlin. I already took several loads in JAXX - a porn cinema. Most of them thru glory holes. Some I swallowed some were pumped in my ass. Still needing more, I ended up next door in SCHEUNE a rather sleazy sex club. I was 26 years old at that time and had gradually drifted from safe sex only to raw only. The only thing I was wearing were boots and some black jock-hotpants to give easy access to anybody who wanted to fuck me. I had a slim body with some muscles and almost no body hair. So, I was sucking an older guy that was sitting on a small brick wall bending over 90 degrees exposing my boy cunt. It didn't take long, and somebody slid his dick in my ass. I stopped my sucking and looked back. It was an older fat guy but his cock felt really good, so I turned back to the hard dick in front of me and continued to suck it. More and more guys joint and I felt multiple hands touching my almost naked body. Nobody said a thing. The only thing you could here was moaning and the slapping sound of fucking bodies. The guy that fucked me pulled his dick out and another guy took his place right away. Suddenly I heard some commotion nearby. Some mumbling and then a pretty loud voice. “Who needs a POZ load?” It became even more quiet as the guy continued to ramble. “I'm gonna give you my POZ babies!” Basically, everybody that came to SCHEUNE to have sex fucked raw including me. And most of the guys were probably POZ but I never heard anybody talking about it or even yelling it out. I let the dick that was all the way down my throat slide out again and looked around to see who was causing the commotion. It was a tall guy wearing black leather pants and a harness around his bare slightly hairy chest. On his left pec he had fairly large biohazard tattoo. So, I guess he wasn't just talk! The guy that was fucking me started to moan and shot his load into my guts and pulled out. The guy with the biohazard tattoo caught me staring at him and said: “I'm gonna POZ your little slut cunt!” He was absolutely right calling me as slut cunt, and I most likely have taken dozens of POZ cum loads already. So far though I never got infected with AIDS. I didn't move and was anxious to see if he would penetrate me. So far, I wasn't really chasing the gift. I just loved being fucked raw and take loads in my guts. When I started to let guys fuck me raw, I even avoided those who looked sick or very skinny. But soon I basically let anybody fuck me and give me their cum. The guy stared at me and unbuckled his pants. He presented a big hard dick covered with veins. He wore a cockring that was pushing his fat and firm balls forward. But best of all he had a fat PA piercing! A shiver went through my body when I said to him: “Please POZ me!” I felt like I just pulled the trigger handle of the guillotine. “Yeah bitch! You are gonna get it!” I spread my legs a little more and remained in that bend over position. The guy was standing right behind me and said: “Look at all that cum flowing out of your slutty boy cunt.” I felt the hard steel of the PA piercing pressing against my hole. “Nothing better than converting a young boy!” When he said converting, I felt doubts if I should really do this. I convinced myself with a couple of deep poppers hits. “Give it to me!”, I swallowed and added: “Give me your AIDS!” The crowd that was watching me being fucked by the other guy had disappeared. I guess they were intimidated by all that POZ talk. The guy grabbed my ass cheeks, spread them and pushed his fuck meat straight into me. I felt a sharp pain and tried to escape his penetration, but he grabbed my hips and held me tight. “Too late for second thoughts now, kid! Your little boy pussy is mine now!” The penetration pain subsided and turned into pure lust. I was so ready to knowingly take a POZ load. The guy pulled his dick out a little bit and said: “Look at that fat POZ meat in that little NEG hole!” He leaned forward and whispered in my ear: “Not NEG for long, though!” He let out a dirty laugh and started fucking me. His big fuck meat felt great, and I felt his massive PA piercing plowing my unprotected ass. I took a couple more hits of poppers which amplified that great sensation of being fucked raw. I moaned: “Please Sir. Fuck my slutty boy cunt!” He didn't answer and continued to fuck me with long slow strokes. “Give me your toxic cum!” The guy grabbed the poppers from my hand and took a couple of very long hits while he continued to plow my ass. He leaned forward again, returned the poppers and whispered: “I shoot cum like a horse they say.” His fucking intensified and I couldn't wait to take his POZ cum. “Please knock me up!” I noticed that some guys gathered around us again watching me getting POZed. First, they watched in silence but soon I heard them encouraging my fucker to bread me. The fucking got rougher and rougher. The guy put his left hand on my shoulder and his right on my belly. “Good boy! Get ready for my load now!”, he grunted. He rubbed my stomach and said: “I'm gonna flood that nice smooth belly with toxic POZ cum!” I hesitated a little but realized it is too late now anyway and answered: “Yeah! Please POZ my boy cunt!” The guy slammed his fuck meat balls deep into me and started to plant his POZ seed deep inside me. “Fuck! Yeah bitch! Take my AIDS load”, He yelled. I actually felt his cum spraying into my guts. The thought of getting inseminated with POZ cum took me over the edge. Just in time a pulled my rock-hard dick out of my shorts and shot my load against that little brick wall in front of me. He grabbed my hand by the wrist and led it to his shaft. “Feel it! Feel how it pulses the POZ cum into your little slut cunt!” I just gasped as I felt how his dick was contracting and expanding slightly pumping more and more sperm into me. He moved his still hard dick back and forth and grunted: “Let's spread that toxic seed all over your fuck canal.” I slowly came back to my senses while I felt the steel of his PA piercing plowing my cum filled pussy. Shit! What have I done?! I just knowingly took a POZ load in public. I could have pulled away from him and try to push out his lethal cum. But instead, I let him stay inside me creaming my guts with sperm. I looked around. There were four or five guys watching me getting impregnated. Two of them stroke their dicks. “In three or four weeks you can go around and knock up your little boyfriends.”, the guy said for everybody to hear. He finally pulled his fuck meat out of my tormented hole and pushed my bud cheeks firmly together. “You wanna keep that inside you as long as you can!” He put his dick into his leather pants and left. I went upstairs grabbed my clothes from the wardrobe and left. On my way home I touched my stomach imagining the toxic cum doing its work already. I promised myself that I would push all that sperm out as soon as I got home. As soon as I opened the door to my apartment I went straight to the bathroom. I took off my shirt looked at myself in the mirror. I looked at the toilet and took off my pants which left me just wearing those jock-shorts. The little Poppers bottle fell out of the pocket of my pants. I picked it up and took two deep hits. Right away I felt that great sensation and I thought about that POZ guy that fucked me so merciless. I put my middle finger in my sloppy fuck hole and held it under my nose. I inhaled that great cum smell as if I was sniffing Poppers. I licked the sperm off my finger and opened the drawer under the sink. On top of all the other sex toys lay my big black bud plug. I looked in the mirror and said to myself. “Fuck it! You know you want it!” It took some effort and some more poppers, but I pushed it in, and it sealed my cunt. I dropped into my bed and fell asleep right away.

Over the summer I'd been turning out this skinny white boy, Chris, who'd just graduated high school and was curious and wanting to do more with guys. Chris had played some with buds, but was scared about hooking up with random guys yet wanted to try it. He's that generic bland kind of pale, blonde haired guy, smooth hairless body, nice sized uncut cock, and curious about what it was like to get with a Latino guy. That's how I came into the picture. I was the first Latino guy to fuck him (so he said) and I was the first Latino guy he fucked (or so he said). He's a good fuck, his enthusiasm and excitement making up for his clumbsiness and lack of experience. I taught him how cruising works, the do's and don'ts, trying to make suggestive small talk and such. I explained how to hook up at the gym, and at the trail nearby and introduced him to Sniffies and Grindr. It was funny to be with him encouraging him on picking up a guy and he did good on his first try, going over to a guy's place to flip fuck. His dick gets a lot of attention but sadly he's more of a bottom, but it depended on the guy. He quickly came to like how raunchy Latino guys are and how easy it was to pick them up. And they liked him too. I took him to the club where they have CumUnion on Manana as they have play times on Sunday and he had a lot of fun there. I wanted to see how far he'd go, so I told him about a place on Webb Chappel Extension where guys hang out down in the concrete drainage channel looking to hook up. Chris was curious and so we went down one night and I explained to him what to wear, what not to wear, what to bring and what not to bring. He was kind of freaked out as some of the guys down in the drainage channel were kind of rough and thuggy but as soon as one flashed his big thick uncut cock he was down on it sucking it for all he was worth, pulling off his t-shirt. I was playing with a papi nearby and it was clear Chris didn't speak Spanish well enought to get by as the guy wanted him to finger his ass while he got sucked. I finally told Chris what the guy wanted and he started doing it, which got the guy moaning. Soon the guy told me to tell Chris to stand up and pull his shorts down as he wanted to fuck him. Chris did as told and the guy was spitting on his ass and working his cock in with just the spit and no condom. Chris pretty much never asked guys their status and just took them raw. I never asked him about his status, just presumed he was on prep but who knows. Chris was whining and moaning like crazy and most guys turned to watch the show going on. A few headed over for a better look. The guy fucking Chris was saying horrible nasty stuff to him in Spanish and I wasn't about to translate, but it was hot to watch and listen too. I was getting drilled by a hot papi chulo and was too into it to say or do anything about Chris. Other guys were stroking their cocks clearly wanting for the guy to finish and take their turn loading Chris's ass. Once the guy finished in Chris another guy took over breeding him. The guy breeding me finished and soon enough another guy took his place. I was having fun and left Chris on his own. Clearly he was getting what he wanted. The crowd thinned as guys got what they wanted and finally Chris said "no mas" to more guys drilling him and said he was ready to go. As we walked back to my car I'd asked him how many guys he'd taken and Chris admitted he didn't know. "That was kind of fucked up bro" he admitted. Back at the car we smoked a couple joints and drank few beers to chill out a bit. He admitted he didn't know if he could do that again as it was pretty raunchy and nasty. Yet a few days later I saw him back on Sniffies looking. I'd explained to him about the one neighborhood place that has a Friday night thing were guys show up and do whatever. It's mostly Latino guys but not as trashy or scary as the rough cholos that hang out in the gulley. He agreed to try it but that he would back out if he felt uncomfortable. Most of the guys there are like me, younger, not thugs, not trashy, but dealing with the pent up BS that we all deal with. It's pretty dim in the rooms, mattresses on the floors, and a chill vibe. Chris was undressing in the living room and a cute younger guy and he connected. They wound up going back to one of the rooms and I'm sure they had fun. I'm not gonna lie, I like the rougher papi chulos but found lots to like, and hook up with. I knew it would be more Chris's vibe and didn't feel the need to check in on him. Once I was spent I wound up bottoming and after a few loads walked around to see if I could find Chris. He was in one of the rooms gettting fucked with another guy's cock in his mouth. When the guys were finished I told Chris I was going to go as I was spent and he asked me if I could give him a ride back to his car so he could come back. Clearly he was enjoying it a lot and he told the guys who had been eyeing him for their chance he would be back soon. I dropped Chris back at his car and he sped off back to the house to get more. So Chris is back this weekend and messaged me to see if the house was still doing their Friday night thing, if the guys were still down in the drainage ditch and if the club on Manana is still doing their Sunday thing. I said all three were still a thing and out of curiosity went to the house on Friday night and he was there getting drilled. It was funny as he'd grown this scraggly ass beard and gotten a tattoo but he was his old self letting random dudes drill him raw, begging them not to pull out and to cum inside him. I swung by the drainage ditch Saturday night but there weren't many guys there looking as it was the end of the month and a lot of the guys needed to find ways to pay the rent. You could see quite a few guys on corners in the area, shirts off and clearly hustling near the signs saying the area is being monitored for activity. I always found that funny about the signs and yet the boys are out there selling anyhow, some flashing their cocks to passersby. I'd check Sniffies every once in a while and he was on there, so he was probably hooking up with guys off of it. Maybe the ditch was too much for him. I texted Chris to see if he was going to go to Manana tomorrow and he said he was and that we should have breakfast together before we headed over. Sunday came and we met up at the shitty Waffle House in the area. Chris looked like shit, his eyes bloodshot and he seemed draggy. He admitted he'd been partying with a couple who took turns drilling him and they were up fucking until late in the night. I joked he probably still had their loads in him and he admitted as much. He has a fake ID now and was at TMZ and then the Tin Room and got picked up by them at Tin Room and that he'd been hooking up with random guys throughout the day. I loved that his ass was already loaded and told him I wanted to add my load to it as soon as he got there. He got an evil grin on his face and said he wanted that and wanted to fuck me too, but that he was spent from last night. I didn't say anything but I knew as soon as he took a few loads he'd be horned up again. We got to the club on Manana and stripped down at the lockers and headed in. I wanted to fuck him in a booth, but he wanted it out in the open so guys could see he could be had. We found a bench and he bent over pulling his under pants down as I stroked myself hard and then slid inside him raw. His ass gave no resistence so clearly he'd been drilled like crazy yesterday. I was stroking balls deep in him, long deep full strokes almost all the way out and all the way in as he was loudly begging for my cock. Slowly guys wandered over to watch the show with one guy stuffing his cock down Chris's mouth and another finding its way in my ass. Taking the dick threw off my rythmn but also horned me up majorly as the guy started talking dirty to me. I let out a loud groan as I came, blasting my load deep in Chris's guts and not long after I could feel the guy fucking me blast inside me. I'd slid out of Chris and another guy moved in to fuck his ass as the guy fucking me kept stroking and telling me he wanted to cum inside me again. I was so into the guy drilling me I was scarcely paying attention to Chris had taken the other guy's load and now had another guy breeding him. The guy busted his second load in me and it didn't take long to find another guy who wanted to fuck me and we went into a booth to fuck. He was a kind of raunchy sketchy looking alternative Anglo guy who wanted me to fuck him like I had Chris and then he wanted to drill me and I gave him what he wanted. He was really into getting drilled rough and I brought it. Shooting my load inside him brought out a loud cry from him as he begged me not to pull out. It was my turn and he was pretty rough, choking me as he slid in me with no lube and fucking me mercilessly, calling me a whore and a dirty slut, saying he wanted to rape me and use me. You can't rape the willing, but I played along saying he should rape me, fuck me hard and with no mercy. And he delivered. I could feel my face flush as he serious was choking me out, pounding in me roughly as he called me a dirty faggot, a cumdump and more. It was a relief when he finally came as I wasn't sure how much more I could take. At the end I offered my number and told him I was really into him and wanted it again. Big mistake. He said no and that he couldn't do that and I told him that was cool. I know guys like him. This is their secret freak. They don't want to get to know the guy better or even see them again. It was one time and it was hot, but it was the law of diminishing returns. I've been there too. Outside the booth, Chris was still bent over the bench taking yet another cock. Who knows how many guys he'd taken while I was in the booth. After the hottie in the booth I wasn't sure there was anywhere to go but down, so I headed into the blackout room to take any load offered. I wasn't picky but also needed something less manic than the dude who'd bred me last. I love the smell in these rooms, a heady mix of jizz, ass, lube poppers, and sweat. A couple guys wanted me to fuck them but I had to explain I was spent. I was in there probably a hour and took three loads and by then I was done. I went back out to shower dress and leave and Chris was still there getting drilled, this time riding a dude's cock while a second guy was fucking him. There was still a crowd watching as he was truly putting on a show. I was transfixed watching as he was a totally different guy from the bloodshot sloppy mess a few hours before. One guy blasted his load inside him and then the other and I leaned in to say I was heading out. Chris seemed in a trace, merely mumbling "cool dude" and I was wondering if he was on something. I'm not his BF and not his guardian angel. Hell, if I'm you're guardian angel you are fucking out of luck bro. I headed out. He's a big boy and I'd prepared him for gay life as much as I could. I didn't hear from him again on Sunday. I did my own thing just as he was doing his own. I went out on my Monday morning jog, Labor Day, and saw he was on Sniffies and texted him. He said he had fun at Manana, but needed to sleep it off when he got home. He'd played with a few guys later that evening off Sniffies and was looking for more this morning. He had to pack up and head back to UT and said we should do lunch. At lunch he admitted he'd been tag-teamed by two Latino boys that morning and he'd bred them both too. He finally admitted he was gay and there was no point in trying to claim he was bi. "I guess it was something I had to tell myself and I believed it" but he admitted he wasn't interested in dating, he just wanted to have fun. I told him that was my philosophy as well. I can always settle down at some point but I want to have fun. I don't want to feel trapped with one guy and not able to try new things. He smirked an evil smile and laughed saying I got him. And I do. Chris is a lot like me ever though we're VERY different. We had a nice hug in the parking lot before he got in his car and headed back to Austin for more adventures.

That evening my mind reeled from what had happened earlier. I had let a highly toxic poz man fuck me without protection in my pool. I could still feel the soreness and pleasure of his cock fucking my ass. My mind told me I could get to urgent care and get on pep but all my ass wanted was his cock again. I went to sleep and during my short fits of sleep I could only play over and over being fucked in the pool in my dreams. Memories of savoring his cock in my mouth and my ass. Slowly my ass convincing my mind of what to do next. By morning my mind had been made and as I laid in bed I logged onto the website and sent Mike a message. “Yesterday went a lot further than I expected. I was not quite ready for taking the next step but since we did, I would like to keep going. Your cock in my ass was so amazing that I want it again today.” I sent the message and headed to the shower to clean out and hope he would respond soon.

Now a fully dedicated faggot submissive cock sucker, the pursuit of cock is my dominate activity. Living in the panhandle of Florida is a challenging venue, limited opportunities, a high degree of flakes, no shows and fantasy dreamers. Nonetheless dedication and diligence has provide a sustainable inventory of opportunities. My goal has been to be surrounded by multiple cocks, for multiple hours, however my hotel marathons have yielded a slow trickle of men, over multiple hours…and never the large group I covet at once. Yes as night ends and dawn breaks I have sucked and swallowed the cum of 15-20 cocks, but without the crowded room I crave. A recent trip to Ft Lauderdale resolved my desires. I rented a guesthouse in Wilton Manors (god what a place 😊) and posted a 24 hour blowbang bukkake on sniffles, and dl. To say the response was wonderful is an understatement,…attendance and timeliness were amazing.I started at 3pm with a series of one on ones.As night fell my tiny bungalow was soon filled with cock, and I finally was the true center of a blowbang. The experiences were varied from sucking multiple cocks one after another, to quick shooters who approached, shot their cum on my face and disappeared. After midnight I fulfilled a challenge that I thought elusive…a true cump dump….my mouth open as cock after cock emptied into my mouth…as the loads increased, my lust reveled in each load taken…after 10, my mouth was full to overflowing…I swallowed the sperm cocktail of 10 men, a rich blend like nothing I had every experienced…I convulsed in excitement as the thick mixed slide down my throat…amazing. I found the experience of swallowing multi loads simultaneously a peak experience..and I wonder if others have experience a similar feeling.

Mike embraced me and we kissed long and deep. I could feel his tongue enter my mouth as I sucked it in deep. As we continued to kiss I felt him carrying me to the edge of the pool to the shallow end. We broke our kiss and he lightly caressed my nipples. I could feel him reach my left nipple and he then discovered that it was pierced. “Nice” is all he whispered as he rolled his fingers over my piercing and waves of electric pleasure washed over me. I could feel my butt against the edge of the pool and then he turned me around.Mike slipped behind me and caressed me from the back all over my body. My cock hardening as I felt his lips on my neck and his hands work their way slowly down to my hips. Slowly but surely he massaged my hips and pushed on my lower back to signal that he wanted me to bend over and of course I did. He then lift me slightly so my ass was out of the water and I could feel his tongue go down my back as I leaned out of the pool to expose my hole to him. Mike leaned down and continued his trail of kisses until he found my sweet spot and began to rim me. I could feel his tongue opening my hole and sending shots of pleasure all over my body as his tongue went deeper into me. Then I felt his finger enter me as he continued to rim me. I could feel it curl and hit my prostrate as a wave of pleasure caused me to gasp. I squirmed in pleasure as his finger slowly worked its way back and forth over my prostrate. Then he added a second finger and the pleasure intensified as both fingers worked their way across my prostrate. I began to hump his fingers and moan loudly as I felt an orgasm build inside of me. He withdrew both of his fingers and denied my orgasm from happening. I moaned “No don’t stop I am so close.” He rubbed his hands across my ass and I could feel his hard cock bob across my left cheek as it rubbed as he spread my ass open and close a couple of times. I whispered “Please let me cum.” Mike whispered back “Oh I will let you cum soon.” Even in the water I could feel his cock leaking a bit of cum onto my left cheek as it centered itself between my ass. I was so horny and wanted to cum so badly I wiggled my ass up and down until his head was at my entrance. I could feel the heat of his cock and the hardness I had caused. I pushed back slightly and felt his head against the lips of my hole and then it slipped past. He slowly entered a-bit at a time, repeatedly pulling out and going deeper each stroke. Finally I could feel his wet hair against my ass and his balls slap against me. The water amplified the sounds of him fucking me and quieted the moans of pleasure that were escaping from my mouth. He quietly said “Now I am going to make you cum and give you what you wanted.” My mind could not quite process that I was being fucked bareback with a POZ highly toxic cock. All I knew that his death stick was giving me pleasure and my body wanted it, needed it. My brain only wanting that release of my building orgasm. I could feel it building again as his cock pounded my ass and the rhythm of the water. Finally sweet release of my orgasm hit me and I felt my muscles clench around his POZ cock. As my muscles twitched I felt the head of his cock swell and Mike yelled “ I am CUMMING! Take my changed load you fag!” The waves of pleasure hit me deep as his positive cum flooded my guts multiple times. I could feel his large load burying itself deep inside me. I could feel his cock shrink as he hard on subsided. Slowly trailing out of my ass and I feeling a sense of loss as he plopped out of my gaped hole. I layed on the edge of the pool enjoying what had happened and started to process that he had fucked me bareback and that he was positive. Mike got out of the pool and was getting dressed as I finally opened my eyes. He came over and leaned over as I rolled onto my back. He caressed my nipples and I felt another wave of pleasure as he tweaked my right nipple and kissed me. “I know you will want another, give me a call when you do.” Mike whispered as he got up and walked away with his shirt trailing in his hand. All I could do is lay there and relive the last couple of minutes knowing that he had just pozzed me in the pool. I had not expected to happen and all I thought was I had wished I would have caught it on video.

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

Last night I went to club Orlando This place is very nice clean and well kept I rent a room and hot settled in I always lay on my stomach ass in the air and door open There is no doubt as to what I want. it was kind of slow I dozed off for a while Then I felt a hand rubbing my ass I turned around and saw this handsome young Hispanic guy He closed door and dropped towel and had one of the biggest dicks I have seen He started to rim me He then whispered to me in broken English I fuck you no condom He went right in and stated fucking me He railed me for like 10 min then he whispered I cum in your ass Then he did. He stayed on till he went soft Pullouout and whispered Later About 2 hours later he did come back and fucked me again

It was Saturday night, and I had just gotten back to my apartment building, when I realized I didn't have the key to my front door. I'd taken it off my key ring for a friend to use that afternoon, and I'd forgotten to put it back on. Well now what was I going to do? It was 1:30 in the morning, everyone in the building was asleep, my boyfriend was gone on a business trip, and everyone else I knew was on the other side of town. As I was thinking about spending the night in my car, I saw one of my new neighbors drive by, probably just getting home like I was. He'd just moved into the building next door, and I'd seen him walk past my window pretty much every day, wearing his work clothes and looking fine as hell. He was white, pretty tall, and blasted hip-hop music in his car whenever he drove by. He always walked with swagger, but he also seemed really approachable, too, like he was always on a chill pill, and nothing ever bothered him. I'd been hoping to run into him at some point. My neighbor parked on the street and started pimp-walking toward his apartment, like he always does. I was still trying to think of where I was going to sleep that night, as he walked past my building. He nodded at me asking "Whatsup?" "How's it goin'?" I replied, thinking to myself he looked just as good up close as he did from afar. Then he paused at the foot of the staircase, looked at the keys in my hand, looked at the locked door to my building, and looked back at me and put the picture together asking "Are you locked out?" "Yeah," I said, laughing self-consciously, "I left my key inside." "Aw, shit," he said, "what are you gonna do?" "I don't know, it's not too cold. I guess I'll sleep in my car." "Ah for real?" he asked, "that sucks." "It's alright," I said with a shrug, "it's just one night." He seemed to think for a second, then he said, "Yo, I got like a big chair back at my place. You can crash there tonight if you want. It's gotta be more comfortable than sleeping in your car, man." My heart skipped a beat at that point. I'd seen this guy from a distance several times, but never even thought to speak with him, let alone being in a position where he would invite me to spend the night back at his place! I knew it didn't mean anything, which was good since I had a boyfriend anyway, but how could I say no? "That would be really awesome," I said, "are you sure it's okay?" "Yeah, man, it's cool, we're neighbors, right?" "You are incredible," I said, "I'll be gone first thing in the morning." "Don't sweat it, man." I tried not to look too eager as I walked down the stairs and let him take me back to his place. He told me his name was Simon, he'd just gotten back from some clubs with his friends, and he wanted to crash as soon as we got back, which was fine with me. He had a roommate, but the roommate was a heavy sleeper, so we didn't have to worry about waking him up. The chair in Simon's room was big and comfortable, and I was just starting to go to sleep, when I heard him say, "Fuck." I didn't think anything of it and started to go back to sleep, when he said, "Fuck, man." I sat up a little and looked over to where he was lying in bed. "What's -- what's wrong?" "It's all these bitches at the club, man. They want you to buy them drinks, buy them drinks, and they be rubbin' up on you all fuckin' night long, but then when you wanna take them home, then they got a 'boyfriend', or 'Maybe next time,' or some shit like that." "Oh really?" I asked, having no clue about bitches in clubs, then realizing I'd totally just given myself away. He didn't seem to notice, though. "Fuck yeah, man, and now I'm trying to get the fuck to sleep, and they got me hard as a fuckin' rock." What did he just say? Did he really just tell me he had a fucking hard-on, and did he tell me this as I was prepared to spend the night in his bedroom? Is this what straight guys normally talk about with each other? Or was he looking for…something else? "You're -- you're hard right now?" I asked, trying to figure out what the heck to do. "Rock, fucking, hard," he said without hesitation. "How the fuck am I gonna go to sleep like this?" I was glad the room was dark, because I probably looked like a deer in the headlights. If he weren't my neighbor, if I didn't have a boyfriend, and if I'd had a few drinks in me, I might have jumped at what seemed like an open invitation to this hot straight guy's cock. But if I made a move on my straight neighbor who walks past my place every day, and it turned out I was wrong…. Just then, I heard him make a slapping noise, one, two, three times. "Uh, Simon?" I asked. "Yo." "What was that?" "That was my fuckin' cock, man, I'm tellin' you, I'm rock hard right now, I can't go to sleep." "It just sounded like your hand or something," I said, still trying to buy time and figure out whether I should just go for it, or forget the whole thing. "Yo, if you don't believe me, turn on the fuckin' light, man." I still didn't know what to do, but there was nothing wrong with just looking, was there? So against my better judgement, I got up, went to the light switch, and turned it on. And there was Simon, no shirt on, his boxers pulled down, and his seven inch hard cock pointing straight up to his belly button. He lifted his cock up, then let it smack down hard on his abs a few times. So that was the slapping noise I'd heard before. "Wow, you're really hard," was the only stupid thing I could think of to say. "What are you gonna do?" "I need to fuckin' bust my nut," he replied, adding "I don't even care, a hot mouth, or a tight pussy, or whatever the fuck, you know?" When I didn't respond right away, he looked at me and asked, "You like dick, don't you?" "What?" I asked, panicked. I wasn't expecting that question, even though I guess it was obvious. "I -- yeah, I ...." "Can you help a brotha out? Please, man," he said, making his fat white cock smack on his abs a few more times, then looking back at me. I knew I had a boyfriend, and I knew I shouldn't be messing around with guys who lived right next door…but how many times was I going to get a hot straight guy begging me to suck his cock? So I turned the light off again, figuring that's how he'd want it, and walked over to the bed, filled with lust, and guilt. I climbed between his legs and tentatively put his cock head in my mouth, still not believing he was letting me do this. He sighed as soon as my lips closed around his hard-on, so I kept going. I slowly went all the way down to the base, feeling his cock gag me a few times. When he still didn't stop me, I sucked his cock a little faster, gagging myself a few more times. Then I went after his balls, swirling them around in my mouth and licking underneath them. After a couple minutes, I had this stranger's hairy balls rubbing all over my face, and I felt so disgusting, and so happy. Then Simon surprised me by grabbing my head and moving my mouth from his balls back onto his cock. I figured he wouldn't want to touch another guy at all, but he kept his hands on my head as he started roughly forcing his cock head down my throat, making me gag and slobber. "You like that fuckin' dick, don't you, pussy boy?" My eyes were watering, my nose was running, and he wasn't letting me off his cock, even though I tried pulling up a few times. "Yeah you do, you fuckin' bitch boy, I knew you wanted this dick the moment I saw you." Then without warning, he took his cock out of my mouth and started pulling my shirt off. I started to say something, but I was still trying to catch my breath, so I just let him do it. Then he moved around behind me, pushed me up the bed onto my stomach, and started tearing my jeans off, too. "No, I don't --" I started to say, but he kept pulling them off, and threw them onto the floor. He moved back up the bed and forced his cock down my throat again. This time as I was gagging on his cock, he slid his hand inside my briefs and started playing with my hole. Well this was happening too fast, and it was more than I'd bargained for -- I'd thought I would just suck off this stud, and keep my clothes on, and that would be that. That wasn't really cheating on my boyfriend, was it, if I didn't even take my clothes off? But it looked like my neighbor wanted more than to just get his cock sucked, which I wasn't really okay with. Well, maybe he just wanted to play with my hole while I sucked him off, I thought, and that was it. I mean, he was straight, wasn't he? And he hadn't even taken my underwear off. So after a few seconds, I stopped fighting him and just let him rub a couple slick fingers on my hole while he fucked my throat. But after just a few minutes of that, he yanked me off his cock and threw me up the bed onto my stomach again. While I was catching my breath and wiping the slobber off my face, he tore off my underwear, and then he was between my legs, with his tongue up my ass. How the fuck had that happened? He was straight, wasn't he? And I barely even knew this guy! What was his name again? And I'd been with my boyfriend for almost three years, and I'd never cheated on him. What the hell was I doing? This was totally wrong, and way too fast, and I had to get him off me, and get out of there…. But he was making me feel so good, and my boyfriend had never been this passionate and aggressive with me. In fact, sex with my boyfriend was pretty routine, and he almost never ate me out, and definitely never as good as this guy. I could barely even think straight…. Then my neighbor stopped eating me out all of a sudden, and after a few seconds, my head cleared up and I turned around to face him, remembering what I'd wanted to say. "Listen, I -- I should probably go, I mean I was just going to suck you off, and that's it, but I mean I barely even know you, and I just...." "Shut up, bitch boy!" he said to me. "You're mine tonight!" With that, he grabbed my face and slammed me down into the pillow, stunning me. Who was this guy? What had happened to the laid-back, easygoing guy on the chill pill I'd seen walking past my window every day? Was he seriously not going to let me leave? He kept my face buried in the pillow, then I felt his weight on top of me. I heard him spit a few times, then I felt him rubbing his slick cock head against my hole. No, this wasn't right, I wasn't a cheater, I couldn't do this to my boyfriend, this was way too fast, I had to get out of there. "No, wait, I have to go, I can't do this..." I started to say, determined to get out of there, only to feel a sharp, very painful slap across my face. "Shut the fuck up, bitch," he grunted. What was happening? No one had ever slapped me that hard before. I tried to force my way out from under him, but he was much stronger than me, and shoved my face back down into the pillow so I could barely breath. Then I felt his cock head push harder against my hole, and then he was inside me. I screamed into the pillow, and he held his cock still. "You can take this dick, you fuckin' slut," he whispered into my ear while holding my arms down so I couldn't fight him. "You know you want it. Let me in, let me get off inside you, make me feel good." I had stopped fighting him and was just focusing on relaxing my hole so it wouldn't hurt so bad, and he had started kissing me as he was whispering these nasty things into my ear. "I'll stay right here till you get used to me, I'm not goin' anywhere, I know you want this dick." I don't know if he was right, and I did want it, but my ass eventually started to open up and let him in. I couldn't fight him, he was much stronger than me. So maybe if I just let it happen, it would all be over soon and I could just forget about this whole thing, and my boyfriend would never find out. "That's right, I can feel you loosening up for me, I knew you wanted it," he kept whispering into my ear, with his hands still grabbing my wrists. "Fuck, that feels good, bitch boy, you feel so good." He started moving his cock in and out of me, and moaning into my ear. I hoped he would just finish soon. Then I heard him say, "I've fucked hundreds of bitches just like you, you always put up a fight, but you always take the dick in the end." Wait, did he just say hundreds? How was that even possible? I'd only been with 20 guys, tops, and I thought that was a lot! Was he even wearing a fucking condom? "Wait, are you wearing a condom?" I asked, but he didn't answer, he just kept sliding his hard prick in and out of my hole and breathing right onto my face. I know he heard me. Why didn't he respond? "You have to put a condom on," I said, "I never -- you can't fuck me without one." He still didn't say anything, he just moaned a little louder, fucked me a little faster, and grabbed my wrists a little harder. I had to get him to stop. I'd been so careful with the other guys, and I'd even gone with my boyfriend to get tested when we'd first started dating. Now here was this total stranger inside me with no protection, and he'd said he'd had sex with hundreds of other people! Had he fucked all of them without a rubber, too?? "No, stop, I have a boyfriend!" I said, desperately trying not to catch anything from this guy I had just barely met. "Get off me!" I started to struggle again, but it was no use. Instead of letting me go, he got up off me, grabbed both my wrists with one hand, and slapped me hard with his other hand, one, two, three times. My face was still sore from the first time he'd slapped me, and my eyes started to water. I knew there was no way to get away from this man, he was all the way inside me with no condom on, and he wouldn't stop no matter how much I begged him or struggled to get away. He didn't lay back down on top of me or start kissing me again. Instead he grabbed my wrists and started slamming his unprotected cock into me as hard as he fucking could, anger-fucking me into the mattress. I could feel sweat dripping off of him onto my back. He seemed determined to give me a fuck I'd never forget, whether I wanted it or not. I stopped fighting him, and just hoped he'd hurry up and finish, so I could go. Then he switched from slam-fucking me to piledriving me, pounding his cock into me over and over again without stopping. And as angry and worried as I was, his cock started to feel really good inside me, and I started to moan in pleasure. I didn't know what was happening, or how I could enjoy this even a little bit, but his cock started to feel incredible inside me, like it belonged there. Once again I couldn't think straight, and started to forget that I wanted to get out of there. Then after a few minutes of pile-driving me, he started to moan louder, and I knew he was about to cum, which brought me back to reality. For a second, I still had hope he would do the decent thing and pull out before he came, since he knew I didn't want this, and that I definitely didn't want his cum inside me. But then he started to really slam his raw cock inside me and hold it there, and I knew he was shooting his load deep inside me. He knew I didn't want his cock or his cum, but he didn't care, he was giving me his load whether I wanted it or not. After he finished cumming inside me, he let go of my wrists and rolled onto his back. "Fuck, that was good, bitch boy," he said, slapping me hard on my ass, which was now full of his cum. I couldn't believe what had just happened, or that I had this total stranger's cum deep inside me, and I didn't even know what his status was. Did he even know? What had I done? I started to get up so I could get my clothes back on, when he rolled toward me and held me down again, pushing me into the pillow. What more did he want with me? I thought he was done? Then I felt another hand on my ass, and I knew it wasn't his. What the fuck? He felt me jump and held me down harder. "My roommate wants some, too." His roommate? What the fuck? Had he been there the whole time, watching this guy force his bare cock into me and shoot his load inside me when I'd begged him to stop? Had he watched me struggle and done nothing? The roommate didn't waste any time with foreplay, and before I could say anything, he was on top of me, sliding his hard dick right into my loose, well-fucked hole. I hadn't even seen the roommate and had no idea what he looked like, and I knew he wasn't wearing a rubber, either. He must have already been stroking his cock while he was watching Simon fuck me, because he only pounded my ass for a few minutes, then he was shoving his hard cock all the way inside me and shooting his load deep in me to mix with Simon's. "Fuck," was the roommate's only word, then he pulled out of me and left. I couldn't believe yet another complete stranger had just cum inside me, and I hadn't even seen this one. Was I even still clean now? Had they given me anything? What had I done? I started to get up again, but Simon wouldn't let me go. He turned me on my side and crawled up behind me, pressing his semi-hard cock up against my cummy hole. "You did so great, baby doll," he whispered to me, kissing my neck and nibbling my ear. "You made me feel so fuckin' good, you know that? So fuckin' good." He held me tight, pressed up against my back, and for some reason, I could start to feel myself getting turned on. He shouldn't have cum in me, and he shouldn't be holding me like this. I had a boyfriend, and this was so completely wrong. But he kept softly kissing my neck, and I didn't stop him. "And it was so hot seeing you take my roommate's dick. I wish you could have seen that." His hand started sliding down my bare chest, towards my cock, which he'd completely ignored before now. When he wrapped his hand around my cock and balls, I was surprised to realize I was totally hard. He started stroking my cock, and I didn't tell him to stop. He spat in his hand and went back to stroking me. I moaned a little and relaxed into his body, and I think he knew I was his. After just a few minutes, I was shooting a hot, guilty load all over his sheets, and pressing hard back into his chest. "I know you're confused right now, baby doll," he said softly as he nibbled my ear some more. "But I know you liked it. And I liked it, too. And I know you'll be back for more." And as I drifted off to sleep with these two strangers' loads planted deep inside me, I knew he was right.

I'm gonna tell you my story here , It's happened not long ago About 3 months ago I traveled to Japan with my family , At that time I'm already curious about my sexuality and never meet any guys before and I'm still in the closet , So i made up my mind that I'll definitely meet some guy there in Japan. I'm open BBRT to find to guy to meet then i found one , His profile is already catching my eye 40yr Salt and Pappers hairy chest with those thick muscle, His is Top for sure and on the status it's said "Ask me" , We chat a little I told him that "It's my first time to meet up a guy and I'm quite nervous" , he said like "There is nothing to worry about , we can try jerking each other off or maybe just some blowjob if I would like to try , I can step out anytime if I don't feel like it" in the end We decided to meet at park nearby my hotel and his hotel at around midnight so it'll be less people , At first i have two things in my mind to go and meet him or to go to bed and let my curiosity go on in my life , But then I decided there is nothing bad here he seem sincere enough if I don't feel like it, I can get out like he said so I accept his offer , When i meet him at the park there are two feelings in my mind exciting and nervous they are fighting each others like dog and cat , And i know he can feel it too , So he try to calm me down by a little chat to get me out of my thought and it work , We sat on a bench and talk about a random thing, When he sure that i was calm so he's try to get thing going at first it just some tab on my thigh , his arm wrap on my shoulder, then a kiss on my cheek to a kiss on my lip , He's a very good kisser that made my mind went crazy and arouse at the same time then he putting his hand in to my pant, I didn't know before that i was already hard and wet with precum down there , When he's touched me, he's smirking to me and said to me "I'm so proud that a got a curious straight guy so hard and wet down here" then he continues to kiss me and undress me at the same time, Within minutes we are naked and his hand continues to groping me around then me pinching my nipple i was pain at first and then the pressure is crushing to my body , my dick keep twitching and leaking every time that he pinch my nipple , all i can do is moaning and drown in pressure , then i feel his fingers circling around my hole again the pressure is so unbearable i moan even more , All of this behavior never happens to me before , It's like he turning some switch inside me , and that's moments i know that he knows, he got me in his hand , he split on his hand and rubs into my ass hole then he started to push his finger inside my ass , It's so painful that i'm clenching so hard that me can't pass into my hole , Suddenly he got out a little brown bottle and tell me to inhale deeply , normally i will question him first that what is this , is it a drug but right now am willing to do everything that he told me to do , I took an long inhale and he tell me to hold it and exhale when he told me to , When i exhale that was the first time i get to know popper rush , Everything is hot and i can hear my own heartbeat and i feel so horny , He then try to push his finger into my hole which is very easy this time due to a popper rash that i'm in , He started to move his finger in and out my hole and his finger tip rubbing something inside my ass (which I later know it's my prostate) I feel like i was in heaven it never happened before in my sex life , Then he try to and more and more finger till there are three of his fingers inside my ass , but then there are someone walking near the park so we stop what we doing and got dress , He ask me "Do you want to some where else or Do you want to get back to your hotel" , The second choice is not gonna happen for sure , I told him like i still want to try more , So we start to looking for a place that can have fun together then i saw a public toilet in the park , as we get inside it's not a very clean toilet the smell of piss is everywhere but to my surprise again it didn't disgust me at all , we get inside the last stall and continue doing what we left off but instead of putting his finger inside my ass , he get his dick out and started to rubbing and smearing his precum onto my hole , i was shocked at first so i ask him about condom and he said he didn't have one and me neither , so i ask him what is his status he said that he not sure but last time he checked he was negative but he always bareback and never you condom so he not sure about his status right now (at the time didn't know what PREP is and didn't take it before) , He ask me again " Do you want me to stop? , We can give each other a blowjob and go back to sleep" , But the horniness always win I answer him "Do whatever you like as long and you don't cum i me" , He smirked at me again and continued to rub his dick around my hole , He shove popper under my nose again and told to inhale 4 big deep breaths when i got popper rush he started to push his dick inside me , It's hard to describe the feeling it's pain at first and then it felt so full so right , He start slow then increase his pace by the time gone by , Then he's breathing heavily and he's ask me again "Do you really want me to pull out?" At that time i was in heaven , It's all about pressure but in conner of my mind is also concerned of what i'm gonna get if i let him cum in me. I just moan and try to choose what to do , Then he said "Too late now" that when i feel his dick twitching and feel something warm in my gut and that my pressure is also on the skyrocket then i feel my own dick twitching i was orgasm hand free for the first time , Then he pull his dick out and all i can see is pale pink cum oozing onto my thigh and to toilet floor , He said "I'm sorry, I'm try to wait for you to answer but I can't hold back" , I told him that "It's Ok , You're given me the experience i never have before" then we get dress and got back to each others hotel, About a week later he messaged to me , to ask how i'm doing? , i said " i'm great and i'm sure i'm not straight anymore after that night lol" and he the said to me "Good and maybe you're not negative anymore too , Actually i'm Poz and not on any medication , On the day that we meet , I have very high viral load I'm sure it knock you up", Instead of fear and worry , I suddenly feel so horny that is start to jerk my self off and taste what maybe my negative last load , I answered him "I hope it take , so you can be my Poz Daddy" he then answered "Good boy , Tell me when your have any symptoms". Too bad I didn't catch anything , all my blood results come back all negative for HIV and STDs I didn't talk to him again after i got my blood results.

1000’s I reckon! Have not counted recently! Spend a lot of time in sex clubs and saunas always ready for new dick!

fucking hot- wish I had a regular to work on my ass

Almost every day. Running out of orgies and gangbangs to watch😂😂😂

On the rare occasion I top, as soon as I start cumming I press against the guy's arse and stay there. I like to make sure every drop of my cum goes inside him. It's how I like guys to do it when they're fucking me.

Ideally, both. Absolutely love the feeling of going balls deep and shooting my load. Usually I can stay hard, so I just keep fucking, which ends up coating their whole ass/hole anyways. Love the feeling of fucking into a hole filled with my first load before shooting another one deep inside.

Part 3 acceptance of new life Tj woke up after a long and horny dream, and felt miserable from the chems. The room where he was sleeping was lit with a soft indirect light and he looked around for a moment. With his hand he wanted to take hold of his stiff cock like every morning to jerk off to his morning boner but he banged on the cock cage and realized that one of the last things Peter had done was lock up his cock. So now he knew why, also he felt the butt plug sit well in his hole. Not that the plug made him feel awkward but he felt it was there. In his head he started going over all that had happened the night before and whether he had made a good choice or not, but he didn't have to think about it for long because he realized very quickly that he had made the only right choice. Because of his education, he knew that the chems he was given did not change his thinking but only allowed his true feelings and needs to surface without shyness. This was how he knew that this was the right decision and that he should fully surrender to this and use his training to learn as much as he could about true self. Although he wanted to stay in bed he obliged himself to get up. He crawled out of bed and headed out of the room. The hallway was dark and he saw no switch to turn on the light. But when he took a first step into the hallway the light jumped on. Again, it was a soft stylish indirect light and he continued to explore because he had not yet seen much of his new home. He entered the living space and to his surprise there was no window anywhere. The living space was beautifully and modernly decorated and he saw a letter lying on the kitchen table. He sat down at the table and with sleepy eyes and still hungover, he began to read the letter. Boy, This is your new home during your training. I expect you to maintain it as you would maintain your own home. The frig is stocked with food and drinks so go ahead. I do want you to take care of yourself especially after a session I want you to get enough vitamins and electrolytes so you are ready for another session. Also, you are responsible for cleaning up the playroom after our sessions and cleaning the stuff we used. When you can and still want to play with yourself feel free to go ahead as well. The house is also equipped with a gym so I want you to spend at least an hour every day in the gym and take care of your body. Now for the most important things. You have a smartwatch on your wrist, with this I can monitor you, when you sleep, heart rate, etc. Should you think of running I can see perfectly where you are. We have an agreement and I want you to stick to it. The watch will also let you know when I visit. When you get notified you have half an hour to get ready before I arrive. I expect that by then you will have flushed your pussy, still be hairless, that you will have taken your dose of G which is ready in the fridge. You take the dose of G then also immediately upon receiving the message so that you are already well high by the time I arrive. I also expect you to be blindfolded and waiting on all fours in the playroom on the bed with your ass facing the door. These are the basic rules and if you don't follow them then you will suffer the consequences. Also, now and then you will get extra assignments from me like right now. In your pussy I have placed a dildo and you also have a chastity belt on that you cannot take off, so now when I come by the first time you will not be able to flush your pussy, don't worry about this. I have also now just received a notification that you are awake and will now send you a notification 6 times every hour to further inflate the dildo because the plug that is in your ass is an inflatable one. You will find the pump on your nightstand and can attach it to the plug so you can inflate it. At each report you push the pump 2 times. That way by the time I get back there your pussy will be pulled open more and I'll finally be able to fuck you. Because make no mistake boy, that cunt of yours will be one of your most important working tools. Other than that, you won't get any extra assignments. But should you want to train yourself further and make your mentor happy then I suggest you take a long dildo and try to shove it as deep into your throat as you can so that your throat trains and you can make your gag relfex disappear. Feel free to walk around your new home and feel free to explore. You can't go outside because the doors are locked, there are no windows either because I want you to be able to fully focus on your training. All the rooms are also equipped with cameras and if I want I can always check on you and see what you are doing. But I also have another gift for you. All the rooms are equipped with cameras but the playroom has the most of them all. So all our sessions are filmed and if you want you can watch our sessions whenever you want. If you set up Tv in the living space and go through the menu you will probably come across the sessions quickly. So you can enjoy your progress in clear moments. Lastly, if you were wondering where are your things that you brought with you. Those are with me, during your training you don't need clothing unless you get it from me. During your training you are constantly naked and ready to go. It was quite a stretch for Tj to process this on a sober stomach, but the main points were clear to him and he was comfortable with them. He went to the refrigerator and got something to eat and drink. There he also saw a filled syringe with a bill saying dose G to be taken when the mentor comes. He plopped himself down on the couch and was curious about the session he had already had with Peter. He turned on the TV and looked for the session. It was indeed very easy to find the session again and when he pressed play he felt that his cock spontaneously wanted to get stiff again but was stopped by his cage. While the Tv was charging to the session light up for the first time watch and TJ knew what to do, he quickly walked back to the room and looked for the little pump to attach to the butt plug. He quickly saw it lying there took it to the living room. Meanwhile, the session was already playing and Tj watched with open mouth at how professionally the session seemed to be filmed. Meanwhile, he was figuring out how to attach the little pump to the plug and with some difficulty he succeeded. He gave 2 squeezes on the pump and felt the plug inflate and his pussy begin to stretch. During that Tj sat watching the movie which did last several hours he got a few more notifications and each time he pumped the plug further. What was fairly easy to bear at first was not so easy after a few hours. His pussy was now being pulled open fairly wide and he was having trouble getting a position in the seat. The session was coming to an end and he watched Peter cum in his mouth. Tj relived this moment back in his fantasy and was stroking his body with his hands. He wanted to play with his cock again but again he felt the cage preventing him from playing with it. Tj had become extremely horny from watching the session again and went to the playroom. He wanted to make his teacher happy and prepare his throat for throat fucking. He took a thin but long dildo and put it in his mouth and pushed it as deep as he could but kept getting to a point where he couldn't go any further without starting to gag. Then he decided to change things up and relaxed and put his fingers in his throat and went as deep as he could in his throat until he gagged again. But each time he tried to go deeper and deeper and his patience and practice was rewarded because after a few attempts he managed to stick his fingers deeper. Tj didn't get much time to enjoy victory with his fingers and to further refine his technique because the watch gave a new message. Boy get ready it said. Tj knew what he had to do. He felt back nerves because he knew a new session was coming and because he also knew he would almost certainly be fucked by Peter for the first time. Somehow he was afraid of it but on the other hand he was also very much looking forward to it because then he would really know whether this slut life was for him or not. Tj hurried to the kitchen took the syringe filled with G, squirted it into a glass and poured in some fruit juice and drank it in 1 gulp. The dose was very concentrated and the taste was unbearable. He would definitely not take fruit juice next time and quickly drank another glass of fruit juice to get the taste out of his mouth. He quickly cleaned up all the stuff, cleaned the dildo he had used and put it back. Tj sat down on the bed on all fours and put on the blindfold and sat ready as his teacher had asked him to. It wasn't long before Tj felt himself getting horny slutty again because of the G and he realized that the dose he had taken now was definitely more than when he had arrived. He had become so slutty and horny by now and he quickly grabbed the pump of butt plug and gave it 2 more pumps. He felt how those extra pumps stretched his cunt open further and he began to moan lightly. Peter, by now, had already entered the room and saw that Tj had quickly pulled his cunt open some more and was quite impressed with his pupil and how quickly he had accepted his new life. For he had been following him through the cameras all day and was pleased with what he saw. Tj had not heard Peter come in yet and was in his own horny world. With his left hand he stroked his body and his sphincter constantly tightened and relaxed around the plug making it feel like being fucked. It also pushed against his prostate and was already draining pre-cum from his caged cock. His horniness also made him talk out loud. T: oh yeah fuck me with that fat cock, fuck my pussy. Oh fuck, yes. Use my hole. Tj was completely in his own dirty world and did not notice that Peter was standing next to him and looking at him amused . Peter put his hand on the end of the plug and pushed it deeper into Tj's cunt who started moaning more violently but he still didn't notice that Peter was standing next to him and he started saying out loud what was on his mind T: oh yes, that's it. More, deeper. Oh how I want so badly to ride Mr. fat cock. I want to feel him in my slut hole and want him to fill my cunt with his cum. Hmmm yes. I want him to make me a whore a real whore who lives only to be fucked. Peter couldn't believe his ears. It made him spontaneously hard to hear Tj talk like that and now he knew for sure that he had won the lottery because he had already helped many heterosexuals transform from straight to a real cumdump but Tj was still from another level. With this slut he could go all the way, Tj had completely surrendered and would exceed all expectations. Tj he would want to take in and keep because you don't often meet someone like him. Peter stood in front of Tj and let his stiff cock hang in front of his mouth. Tj smelled the horny smell of unwashed and sweaty cock and had his tongue hanging out of his mouth but was still in his own horny world. T: oh fuck, how I want so badly to suck sir's cock. Hmmmm I want to show him how deep I get his blissful fat cock in my throat already. Peter could no longer contain himself, no matter how much he enjoyed watching the spectacle. He was getting too horny by Tj's whorish behavior. P: well what are you waiting for slut, prove it to me you are already getting my cock deeper down your throat. Tj was abruptly pulled out of his horny world by hearing Peter. But he didn't have to be told the assignment twice and had no trouble getting Peter's cock into his mouth blindfolded. P: hmmm, you make sir horny boy. Look at you what a dirty boy you have already become after one session. You seem to have really found your calling. Yeah let that cock slide deep down that throat of yours Peter's words only made Tj even hornier and he let the hard fat cock slide as deep as he could down his throat. Peter was pleasantly surprised that Tj had already made a big step forward as his cock was already several inches deeper in Tj's throat before he had to gag. P: Good boy, I am proud of your progress. You are showing your commitment to your training to become a real slut. Peter withdrew his cock from the throat of Tj who still had not had enough of Peter's cock and resisted for a moment. Peter gave him a light slap to his head to call him to order. P: behave boy, know your place and do as I ask. P: stand up boy Tj stood straight and Peter undid the locks. The chastity belt fell down and Peter held it for a while longer, deflated the plug and was able to take it out of Tj's now gaping hole with no effort. Tj felt his pussy relax and a blissful feeling came over him. He stepped out of the belt and he wanted to feel his pussy with his hands. But Peter gave him a slightly harder hit against his head. P: You stay off your pussy, slut. That cunt is my property and I don't want you touching my property. P: sit on all fours slut and offer me your cunt so I can inspect your hole. Tj sat down on all fours and proudly presented his cunt to his teacher. Peter saw how the sphincter had already opened slightly and was no longer closing completely. The inflatable plug had done its job well and with two fingers he entered Tj's gaping pussy. Tj wanted more and he pushed his ass back so that the fingers disappeared deeper into his hole. P: so eager little slut. Mr. likes that. Let's see how deep you get those fingers. Tj needed no further encouragement and he pushed his ass even further back so that the fingers disappeared completely into his hole and from pure pleasure he began to moan. P: nice little slut, sir will see if your pussy can handle a thicker dildo by now. Peter took a thicker dildo than the last time he had used and he knew if Tj could get it into his hole that he was ready to be fucked by him. He took 2 nice big crystals, lube and the poppers. He poured some poppers on a cloth and put it in a mask. It placed mask on Tj's head so he couldn't help but inhale the fumes of the poppers and then also pushed the two crystals into Tj's pussy. Tj felt how his pussy began to burn back but because of the G and the constant dose of poppers he was now violently flying. Peter felt how Tj's sphincter now relaxed completely and knew the moment was right to push the dildo into Tj's cunt. He quickly smeared some more lube on Tj's pussy and dildo and placed the tip of dildo against the relaxed pussy and gently pushed it in. Tj who was now also beginning to feel the effects of tina beginning to take over his body sagged through his arms, his face was on the bed and his ass he pushed up so peter could continue working his pussy with the dildo. Through the mask peter heard how Tj was moaning blissfully. He also saw how Tj pushed his ass back to help slide the dildo into his pussy. P: hmmm yeah slut your little pussy is opened up nicely and will be ready to receive mister's fat cock. Do you want mister's fat cock in your pussy bitch Tj did hear what Peter asked but he was flying so high he could only utter moans. P: I'll take that as a yes bitch. When Peter had pushed the dildo all the way into Tj's pussy he took off the mask and blindfold and looked into Tj's flying saucers for a moment. P: Do you like it slut. Do you like feeling that thick dildo in your pussy. Tj who was still lying face down on the bed nodded. T: hmmm yes sir, this is fucking blissful. P: do you think you sir will be able to handle his cock in your pussy T: yes sir, I want you to ram it into my pussy later and fill my cunt with your cum. P: I like to believe that slut, but I will decide when and how I will fuck your pussy. T: hmmmmm, ok sir Tj sank back into his horny world and he felt the dildo being pushed out and in his pussy all the time. Peter noticed that Tj's sphincter had now completely relaxed and had no more trouble with the dildo. He pulled the dildo out of Tj's cunt and only a gaping empty hole was left behind. Peter looked proudly at his creation. P: stand up slut. Tj stood up straight and felt he was not standing firmly on his legs because of the poppers and the tina coursing through his body. Peter came to stand in front of Tj and took a firm hold of his breasts. He placed his lips on Tj's and began to kiss him hard and fiercely. Tj enjoyed every moment he felt Peter's lips and wanted to take hold of Peter to pull him closer to him but Peter wouldn't let him as he squeezed his chest harder. Peter pushed Tj to his knees and ordered him to lick his balls Tj opened his mouth sticking out his tongue and although he would rather lick sir's cock, he licked Peter's balls and gently took them into his mouth. Tj descended with his hand while to his own cock and wanted to start pulling on it but bumped on the cock cage and felt Peter slap him on the head. P: your attention should not be on your dick but mine slut. Your dick has absolutely no role to play here because look you won't get it stiff anyway. T: but. P: but what slut, did I say you can speak. Do you think you would get it hard slut. T: I'm so horny sir I think he would get stiff. P: really slut, are you so sure of that. Dare you bet for it. Tj looked at Peter with his flying saucers and was sure his cock would get hard that he agreed to a bet. P: Alright slut, I will set your dick free during our sessions and you will get 5 sessions to get your dick hard , if you succeed then you can turn the tables and you can command me something and I will do it. But if you can't get it hard then let me pierce your nipples. Do we have a deal. Peter could have asked a lot as a counter performance but he still kept it civil because he didn't want to scare Tj off. T: ok sir. P: good slut then we have a deal. Peter also knew that Tj would never get his cock stiff during a session because he would give him enough tina that his cock would remain limp. Peter undid the penis cage and put it on the table. P: enjoy it slut because as soon as the session is over that cage goes back to understood T: thank you sir. Tj felt his cock being freed from the cage and it made him feel liberated. He thought his cock would come hard spontaneously but it didn't. He pulled on it for a moment but it still remained limp. In Tj's mind this didn't make sense because he was horny as hell and in his mind his cock was so hard he could drill hole in a wall with it. But when he looked at his cock it remained small and lifeless. Peter looked with anticipation and amusement at Tj. P: what's up bitch, isn't that little cock of yours getting hard. P: a slut's dick doesn't come hard boy. You'll learn that. That dick of yours has no meaning. You'll find that out. On your knees slut and please the cock that can get hard. Tj got on his knees and eagerly took Peter's cock in his mouth and let it slide deep into his throat. Peter let Tj hone his sucking technique some more and after fifteen minutes he thought it was time to go pick Tj's flower. He pulled Tj straight and pushed him onto the bed. Tj felt the plasticized mattress touch his back and then he noticed he was bathing in sweat because it didn't take long for him to feel the sweat on the mattress. Peter went over to a table where he had a syringe ready with Tj's first slam. It was a reasonable dose, not what he was going to inject Tj with later, it was just enough to make him fly solidly but too little so he wouldn't realize or feel anything. He wanted Tj to realize and feel his cherry picked and be able to enjoy his first fuck. Tj noticed that the chems were losing their grip on his mind as he began to think more clearly again. He watched as Peter returned to him with a syringe and looked at him wide-eyed. Peter placed a tourniquet around his arm and looked for a nice vein. P: ready to fly boy. Tj knew what Peter was going to do and although he was apprehensive about this he was looking forward to his first slam. Somehow he knew this was coming, and had also made peace with the drug use yet he was afraid of the unknown and of the consequences that would follow. Tj nodded to peter. P: Are you sure slut because if I shove this syringe in your arm you will never want anything else. The pig in you will really come out then and your true nature will appear. Are you ready. T: yes sir, just wake up the pig in me. I am totally ready. Meanwhile, Peter had found a nice vein and Tj had found a small sting. Peter had seen some blood mixing with the tina in the syringe and was ready to catapult Tj to pig heaven. P: You asked for it yourself boy. Release that pig in you. Tj looked at the syringe in his arm and watched the red colored liquid disappear into his arm. Peter removed the needle from his arm loosened the tourniquet and had Tj hold his arm above his head and his pushed his finger where the needle was. Tj's heart was pounding briskly as he was waiting for the slam to strike and there it was. At first he had a weird taste in the back of his throat and felt tight around his lungs. He had to cough vigorously and then he was catapulted into the sky. He dropped his arm and head onto the bed. He didn't know what to expect but he never expected this heavenly feeling. He felt like a whore to be fucked by the whole world, his whole body was electrically charged and he needed to be used. Everything about his body begged for attention, but his pussy cried the loudest. Tj's hands raced over his body. Peter took the mask poured over a new wad of poppers and pushed it into the mask P: how's the flight slut. Tj was flying so high he could barely speak. T: Hmmm, my cunt wants your fat cock sir That was just one word for Peter and he took some more lube lubricated his pole and Tj's pussy, took Tj's legs put them on his shoulders and put his thick glans against Tj's glowing and hungry pussy. Tj felt the glans pushing against his hole and he opened his eyes and looked at Peter with hungry and longing eyes. T: Yeah sir push it in. Take my cherry and make a real cum dump of me. P: hmmmm, what a horny slut you are. I will fuck your pussy boy so that later you will think back to this moment with great pleasure. P: take the mask slut and sniff the poppers real quick Tj took the mask and sniffed the poppers firmly several times and felt the extra intoxication rise to his head and felt her cunt loosen up even more. Peter took his time and gently pushed his glans past the first barrier of the sphincter and he watched Tj close his eyes again and let out a deep sigh. Tj felt his sphincter being pulled to a maximum and moaned heavily. It was a blissful feeling to feel Sir's warm cock sliding in. He had not expected it to be such a blissful feeling and knew that this would certainly not be the last time his cunt would receive a cock. Peter felt the still narrow pussy let his cock in and tighten around it. It was as if Tj's cunt would not let go of his cock and hold it forever. Although Tj was under the influence of tina he felt and realized everything. But everything was much more intense and he wanted more, much more. His cunt had a hunger that could not be satisfied. P: hmmm what a nice tight pussy you still have boy. T: your cock is so nice and fat sir, push it deeper push it all the way into my hole. P: by the time I'm done with your pussy boy your pussy won't be so tight anymore but a nice sloppy hole. Do you want that boy a nice sloppy hole that any true man can fuck. T: oh fuck yeah. Invite all your friends sir they can come and fuck my cunt. I want to be able to make up for my damage and become a real whore. Peter meanwhile was already balls deep in Tj's cunt and let his hole get used to the size and thickness of his cock for a while and then started to thrust slowly so Tj could enjoy his first fuck for a while before he would start ramming his cunt with full force. Tj felt how peter's cock kept sliding in and out of his cunt and how his sphincter relaxed more and more. For when the fat cock first slid past his sphincter he still felt a slight pain but this was now completely gone and he could fully enjoy this heavenly feeling. He felt how his prostate was constantly massaged by Peter's cock and he felt how his belly became wet with his pre-cum. Tj felt how Mr. began to increase his pace slightly and how Mr.'s stuffed balls slapped against his ass every time he was at his deepest. T: oh my god, I don't want this to stop. I feel like the luckiest bitch there is. Tj's words only made Peter even hornier because he saw and knew that Tj was now completely sold and would want nothing more than to offer his pussy to the first best cock he could find. He had created a new cum dump and that made him horny as hell. Peter drove his pace once more and heard how Tj could only moan and watched the boy's transformation into a hungry slut happen before his eyes with every thrust he gave. He pulled his cock out of Tj's hole and pulled Tj a little further onto the bed and now crawled onto the bed himself. He pulled Tj's legs back open and as befitted a real slut now pushed his cock all the way in at once. Tj closed his eyes and opened his mouth and was moaning heavily. Peter could not restrain himself came on top of Tj. Although Tj had no experience of being fucked yet, his body knew what to do to keep the fat pole in his cunt and like an accomplished slut he tilted his ass a little and wrapped his legs around Peter. Peter placed his lips on Tj's and began to kiss him firmly. He fucked Tj like this for at least 10 min. He pulled his cock out of Tj's pussy and turned him around and ordered him to sit on all 4. Peter pulled Tj's ass closer to him and pushed his cock now without mercy deep into Tj's hole. Tj's cunt could by now handle Peter's brutal approach very well due to the quiet beginning and he heaved a deep sigh of pleasure and delight. Peter gave several firm slaps on Tj's ass that they began to see beautiful red. It gave Tj the feeling of being a lust object of a dominant man and that completely fitted into his image of his true self. He was from now on a lust object, an object of use, a hole to be fucked by a real alpha male. P: Come on horny bitch, fully surrender your cunt and let me hear how much you like being fucked Tj's head completely spinning because he had just snorted heavily on the poppers, he dropped his head back on the bed and with his hands pulled the jaws of his ass open so that his hole was pulled open some more. Peter was pleasantly surprised by Tj's effort and gave him a few more firm slaps on the ass. P: yes that's it boy, just pull that pussy of yours nice and open and let my fat dick fuck your pussy. That's what your pussy is for boy to get fucked. T: oh fuck, oh fuck, hmmmm yes sir. This is blissful. P: Shall I fill your pussy with my cum boy. Or shall I shoot it into your mouth. Tj moaned heavily due to Peter's firm thrusts T: hmmmmm. In my pussy sir and then let me lick your cock clean. P: That's spoken like a true slut boy. You are a true find. A born slut. You won't be fucking any more pussy boy. Because you won't get that cock of yours stiff for it anymore. All you'll want is to get fucked by real men. T: Oh fuck yes, fuck my hole sir. Fuck me hard. Peter could hardly hold back anymore, slapped a few more times hard against Tj's ass that was now all red and was now thrusting very hard. Tj enjoyed every thrust he received he moaned very much as he had a constant feeling that he was cumming as his prostate was over stimulated. From his flaccid cock almost a constant stream of pre-cum ran onto the mattress. P: Oh fuck boy I'm going to shoot your pussy full. Here comes your first load slut are you ready. T: Yeah sir, give it to me. I long to have a full fucked cunt. Peter growled very loudly, gave one last hard thrust and then pulled Tj hard towards him so that his pole was at its deepest. Tj felt the fat cock filling his cunt. Peter dropped one down on Tj's back and then fell on his back. P: come on boy clean that sir's cock and taste how your pussy and the cum that is in your cunt tastes. Tj had no time to catch his breath, he turned around and placed his mouth around Peter's cum coated limp cock. He tasted his cunt for the first time and the taste of his cum together brought him back to ecstasy. To enjoy it for a long time he licked the cock clean like ice cream. When Peter's cock was clean and he had regained his strength he took Tj back to his room. He gave him a glass filled with a moderate dose of G and gave him headphones and meanwhile put the cock cage back on Tj dick limp dick. P: drink up boy and then you lie down on your bed and you put the headphones on. You are welcome to sleep but you leave the headphones on your head until you get a notification. Understood. If I notice you take it off I will come and tie you up. You get the confidence from me so don't mess it up. Tj took the glass and drank it as usual in one go. By now he knew as very well what would follow and laid himself on his bed. It put on the headphones but heard nothing. At first he thought I should say something about this but decided not to say anything anyway. Peter left Tj alone again and made sure that the fridge was replenished and that Tj's next tasks were ready. After about 20 min he felt the effects of the G coming on and started to go back into a trance but still heard nothing. Then suddenly he started to hear very light moans, the moans made him sink deeper into his trance. The new dose of G combined with the other chems put him to sleep. But his subconscious caught the constant signals coming through the headphones. These were meant to change Tj's thinking. In the headphones, he heard constant sounds of a master using his slave. With then repeated phrases such as you are a cumdump, a slut, you have a den that serves only to be fucked, your cock has no use. You are a pig, you want to drink piss straight from your master's dick, you want to be slammed, you are a dirty tina whore, .... Tj's subconscious couldn't help but process everything and Tj had another horny dirty dream. A dream that changed his thinking and so transformed him from a good brave boy to a dirty slut who could only think about sex. Tj woke up because his watch gave a notification. Through the headphones he heard nothing more and he looked at the watch and saw that sir had sent him a message that he could take off the headphones and start his duties. He took off the headphones and then his hand went to his pussy. It felt a little rough and swollen from the first fuck he had received. He pushed out with his sphincter for a moment to feel inside his hole with his finger, and then the cum that was still in his pussy ran out onto his hand. Tj felt his hand getting wet with Peter's cum and looked at what had happened because this was new to him. He smelled his hand and immediately got a horny feeling from the smell. Without thinking about it, he opened his mouth and gently licked his hand. This was the first time that he was not under the influence of chems and still got horny from another man's cum. The taste was as heavenly as it was under the influence and now he knew for sure. He was gay and not just gay he was a slut. When he had licked all the cum that had left his pussy Tj tried to get up but felt lousy, the chems had pushed him into a serious dip and he pulled himself together and got up, he went to the bathroom and showered. When he got out of the shower he felt a lot better. He went to the kitchen and started his day. He took his vitamins, ate something and started his chores. He went to exercise for a while and at the end of his day he looked at the previous session. Tj began to have trouble with his balls because they were beginning to feel strained due to his inability to squirt. It was urgent that he should be able to relieve his balls one. Again he received a notification from Peter to get ready for a session. So the first few days passed and Tj had gotten a steady rhythm in his new life. He had no sense of time at all because he had no idea how long he had been in the barn. He got up, showered, did his chores and took his vitamins and in fact had almost completely forgotten his old life and he was perfectly happy. Serving Peter and only Peter was still in his head, his whole world only revolved around that. Peter trained him every day, he taught him how to deepthroat, his pussy was pulled open further and he every time after the session he got a dose of G and the headphones and although Tj offered his arm every time for slam to be able to score, still he didn't get any more for now. Peter kept him wanting high but waited a while longer to get him all fucked up. But that wouldn't last long. After the fifth session, Tj still hadn't been able to get an erection and had lost the bet. Peter would soon pierce his nipples and actually he was looking forward to that. He did find Peter's piercings in his nipples hot and then Peter would be able to play with his nipples even better. After a few days, Tj's thinking really began to change. He started thinking only about sex and wanted more and more and more. He shocked himself but he wanted to taste piss, and he wanted to be taken by several men at once. He also started having dreams about becoming poz. Where at first he was afraid of being infected, that wall began to break down more and more. He wanted to stay with Peter and wanted to be able to sleep in his bed. He also knew that only a real poz pig was allowed to sleep in sir's because he didn't want his bed to be negatively charged. The feeling was still there but buried deep in his subconscious, but the more he thought about it the more the desire to become poz began to take over his thoughts Until one morning he got up after a session and on the letter that was in the kitchen he read that he had to drink the 2 bottles of water that were ready that day but not go to the toilet.

I’m bottoming.

As a bottom, I like that load planted deep and then fucked into me after.

From a bottom perspective- I prefer my tops to trap me Where I can’t live or escape one hard thrust of being balls deep till he finished me. 😃

A lot happened over the next few months. Simon texted me a few times, but I didn't want to see him, I just wanted to put the whole thing behind me and forget it had ever happened. I went back to my boyfriend, and everything pretty much returned to normal. Then I started noticing that when Simon would get home, he wouldn't always be alone. I'd hear his hip-hop music pumping as he drove onto our street, then I'd hear him walk past my window, but with the click-click-click of some girl he'd picked up at the clubs walking next to him. Sometimes they'd be talking, and it seemed like I never heard the same girl twice, it was always someone different. Then they'd go back to his place and do who-knows-what. At first it didn't bother me, he had his life and I had mine. But then I started thinking back to the way he had nibbled my ear and kissed my neck when we were cuddling, and how his chest felt pressed up against my back…. And the thought of someone else getting to feel that instead of me -- a lot of 'someone else's -- made me feel cheap, like it hadn't meant anything to him. And then it made me feel angry, that they all got to feel that and I didn't. And then I realized I wanted to see him again. So I went crawling back to him, just like he'd said I would, and I think he liked that even more than if I'd given in right away. For the next few months, he had me over whenever he couldn't find any 'bitches' to fuck. And he loved to humiliate me: one time he made me wear panties while we were cuddling, the next time he fucked me late at night outside on the balcony. Another time he made me talk to my boyfriend while he was deep inside me, and the next time he wrote "SLUT" on my forehead in marker before he'd let me go home. He always let his roommate fuck me afterwards, just like the first time, and he never let me see the roommate, so I still didn't know what he looked like. He was always thinking of some way to make me feel like worthless trash, but he could be so sweet and tender when he felt like it, that I just kept going back. Meanwhile, I caught my boyfriend cheating on me, and I stopped talking to him for a while. Well, Simon didn't like that at all, and after he gave me a piece of his mind a few times, I got back together with my boyfriend. I don't know if he liked the thought of my boyfriend sleeping around behind my back, or if he just liked fucking a cheater (me), but whatever the reason, Simon fucked me extra hard when I told him I'd gotten back together with my boyfriend. And lastly, this high school boy and his family had moved in across the street, and I sometimes saw him and his brothers playing on the sidewalk with their bikes and their skateboards or whatever. The boy was beefy and Latin, and good-looking I guess, but I never really paid him much attention…until I noticed Simon chatting with him every once in a while. They would goof around and laugh, and pretty soon I started hating that boy. Why didn't Simon ever goof around with me? Why was he always trying to humiliate me? I tried to ignore them. Anyway, it was a Friday night, and Simon was hungrily eating my hole, making me tell him about my latest date with my boyfriend. I hated talking about private time with my boyfriend when I was with Simon, I always felt like Simon was laughing at him for being such a blind fool. But every time I stopped talking, I got a hard slap on the ass, so I kept going. When I got to the part where my boyfriend had fucked me and had cum inside my ass, Simon moaned approvingly as he ate me out. Then he moved up and started lining his hard cock up with my hole, like he'd done so many times before. Having prepared for this, I said, "Hold on one sec, I have some --" and I reached down into my jeans and pulled out a couple condoms I'd brought with me. Simon had fucked me about six or seven times now, and he'd never used a rubber, and he'd never pulled out. I'd been too afraid to say anything before, but now I thought maybe he cared enough about me and my health (and my boyfriend's) to wrap it up. He knew I wanted his cock, but he really did hook up with a lot of other people, and I didn't want to catch anything or give anything to my boyfriend. "Can you -- can you wear one of these this time?" I asked him. "The fuck is that?" Simon asked. He was not happy. "They're…condoms. We've hooked up a few times, and I just thought…we should be safe, you know?" The room was dark, but from the pale light coming in through the blinds, I could tell he was staring at me, unamused. I saw something dark and a little scary flash behind his eyes, then he said, "Open it." So I opened one of the wrappers and took out a condom, not sure why he was looking at me like that. "Unroll it." "But, it has to go on your --" I started to say, but he raised his hand and lifted it back, so I stopped talking and quickly unrolled the rubber like he said. "Now throw that shit on the floor," he said, and I realized he wasn't going to put it on. I threw it down, then he made me do the same with the other one, then the wrappers. "We're not gonna have this conversation again, are we?" he said, looking into my eyes menacingly. I shook my head, and after a second, his expression softened, just a little. "Now turn around," he ordered, "face down, ass up." I did what he said, and he gave me a brutal fucking that night, pulling all the way out and slamming all the way back in, making it hurt more than usual. I realized he was probably looking at his bare white cock every time he pulled out, and plunging it all the way back into my submissive hole just to prove a point. Finally, after what felt like forever, he said, "I'm gonna bust my fuckin' nut inside your cheatin' ass, just like your boyfriend does." And he did, just like all the other times he'd fucked me. After he came down, he pulled me up against him and cuddled tenderly with me, as if our conversation and that brutal hate-fuck had never happened. As he was gently kissing my neck, he quietly remarked "I need your help, baby doll." My heart fluttered. He needed me for something?? Well that feeling got crushed immediately when he continued, "There's this kid across the street I wanna get my dick inside, and you're gonna help me." "Me?" I asked, "What do you need me for?" I could feel my blood start to boil, as I thought of Simon laughing and talking to that new kid like they were buddies. I hoped that wasn't who he was talking about. "This Mexican boy Jaime just moved in across the street," he started explaining, and I felt something in between heartbreak, anger, and jealousy, as I knew it was the same kid. Why wasn't I enough for him? Then I realized how stupid that thought was, when I was the one stepping out on my boyfriend. "He turns 18 in a few days, and I wanna be the first one in there, cuz that shit ain't goin' stay cherry for long, nahmean?" If I was understanding him correctly, Simon wanted to take this kid's virginity before anyone else did, but god he was young! And so innocent. He still played on his little trick bicycle and scooters with his little brothers. Had I looked that innocent when I was 18? Then I remembered one of the first guys I'd hooked up with had been twice my age, so maybe 18 wasn't such an innocent age after all…. "So what do I do?" I asked, still not understanding what any of this had to do with me, and not really wanting to be a part of it, either. "I just need you to be there for…moral support," he said, "to make him feel comfortable 'n' shit." This still didn't make sense to me, but as he nibbled my ear and slid his hand down to my cock and balls, I agreed to help him. He needed me, and that was enough. A week later, I was back at Simon's place working on his cock while he was texting with the kid, who was trying to get away from his family and come over. I just wanted it to be the two of us, without that stupid kid ruining everything. But it's what Simon wanted, and he knew I couldn't say no to him. So I stayed on his fat cock, trying not to think about how many people he'd fucked with it since I'd seen him last. "Oh snap," he said, "kid's comin' over. Can't wait to get this hard cock in that phat virgin ass!" As he said this, he pushed my head all the way down on his cock and made me gag for an extra long time, slapping my hands away when I tried to come up for air. Finally he let me go. After I had caught my breath a little and wiped the slobber off my face, he took me delicately by the chin and pulled me right up to his face, so close I thought he was going to kiss me. "I'm so glad you're here, baby doll," he said to me so quietly, "I couldn't do this without you." And I think at that point I would have done anything this man had asked. "Now get back on my fucking dick," he said, and pushed his cock back down my throat for a few jabs, before extracting himself from my hold, getting to his feet, pulling on a pair of shorts on and leaving me alone in the bedroom. Why was he always messing with me like this? Did he like me, or was I just a fuck to him? And why did I keep coming over?? When he came back into the room with Jaime, he was grinning from ear to ear, obviously pleased with his latest catch. Jaime looked happy, too, but nervous. I watched as Simon took off Jaime's clothes, and saw that Jaime was already hard. Simon had him lie down on the bed on his back. "Have you ever gotten your dick sucked and your ass licked at the same time?" he asked Jaime. Jaime shook his head. "Well you're about to," Simon said, as he lifted up Jaime's legs and dove in. I took that as my cue to work on this kid's cock, so I did, even though I knew nothing about him and technically hadn't even spoken to him yet. What was I doing? Well, Jaime loved the attention, and I started warming up to the whole idea, too. He seemed like a nice-enough kid, and in a way I guess it was hot to work with Simon to make him feel good. I started rubbing his body and playing with his balls, and he liked that, too. Then Simon started working a finger inside his hole, and after Jaime relaxed onto that, a couple more, asking "Are you ready to get fucked, Jaime?" "I think so," Jaime answered, so Simon spat on his cock a few times and lined it up with his hole. "I'm just gonna go in a lil' bit so you can get used to it, alright?" Jaime seemed okay with that, and nodded. So I leaned directly over where Simon's hard white cock was rubbing against Jaime's virgin brown skin, looking so evil and menacing. I could stop all this right now, save this kid's innocence, keep him from the life of cheating, lying, humiliation, taking loads from complete strangers, and worrying about the consequences that I'd found myself in since I'd met Simon, but then I got another flash of all the times the two of them had been joking around easily, right outside my fucking window, rubbing in my face how happy they were together, and how much more Simon liked Jaime than he liked me. And that's when I decided this kid deserved what was coming to him. If he was going to get the fun, easygoing Simon in public, he was going to get the sick, twisted Simon in the bedroom, too. So I spat a few more times on Simon's cock, and watched with dark satisfaction as it sank, inch by inch, into this kid's dumb, unprotected hole. To his credit, Jaime took Simon's thick cock like a champ, eyes closed in concentration. Then, when it was about halfway inside, Jaime opened his eyes and said, "Oh wait, are you wearing a rubber right now?" I surprised even myself by saying, "Don't worry, he's only like this much inside you," holding my fingers barely an inch apart. "He's just letting you get used to him." "Oh really?" Jaime asked, obviously in some pain. "It feels like he's all the way in already." "Just relax," I said, rubbing his hairless boy-chest, "this is your first time, so you have to let him loosen you up. Do you want me to suck your cock again?" He nodded, so I went back down to his cock, and I saw Simon give me a big grin, like he was so proud of me. A nd that's when I knew I was doing the right thing. When Simon finally got all the way inside Jaime's ass, he started to slowly pull out and push back in, as I slowly worked on Jaime's cock, not wanting him to cum yet. Simon was getting into a rhythm, and as I looked up at him, I could see the satisfaction on his face. Then Jaime asked, "Okay, can you put a rubber on now?" But Simon didn't say anything, he just kept fucking him slowly. It was weird to be watching Simon do the same thing to this kid that he'd done to me the first time he'd fucked me. Jaime didn't know what to do, so after a few seconds, he looked over to me for help. But instead of helping him, I said, "Don't worry, Simon's always really careful, he almost never hooks up and he always plays safe except with people he trusts. I have a boyfriend but I still let him fuck me because he's always safe. Wait, you're clean, right?" The kid nodded with wide eyes. "Okay good," I said, "then he can trust you, too. You don't have anything to worry about, just relax and enjoy him inside you. Is he starting to feel good yet?" He nodded again. "Awesome, you're doing so great," and he smiled at me. God, this kid was dumb and deserved whatever he got. I went back to playing with his hard cock and balls to distract him, while I watched Simon looking like a stud, pounding his thick meat into this formerly innocent high school boy, taking this prize he'd had his eye on for months. After Jaime was opened up and stopped asking about rubbers, Simon really started fucking him with gusto: on his back, on his side, on his hands and knees, on his stomach, and then on his back again. "You're doin' so great, kid," Simon said with a big smile, obviously happy to be the one corrupting this teenager, continuing by commenting "You're almost done." With that, he started really pounding Jaime, making him feel it, and sending shockwaves through the kid's beef that were hot to watch. Jaime took it like a pro, and I was amazed his cock stayed hard through it all -- Simon really was being rough with the kid, but I liked seeing him in discomfort under Simon's onslaught. Then Simon started moaning, and I knew he was about to cum. I half expected Jaime to beg him to pull out or something, but I guess my lies to him earlier about Simon being 'careful' and 'safe' had done the trick, because he just watched Simon get closer and closer as he fucked him, and didn't say anything. Simon gave a few last, brutal thrusts, and moaned loudly as he shot his cum of unknown status deep inside this dumb teen's unprotected hole. I could tell Simon was very pleased with himself, because his mouth was open in a big smile as he looked up at the ceiling and slid his cock in and out a few more times. He slowly pulled out, then crashed on the bed between me and Jaime. "Fuck, kid, you were great," Simon said, which made Jaime smile, too. "Definitely worth the wait. And that was your first time getting fucked?" Jaime nodded. "Fuck, that's hot, son." After catching his breath for a few seconds, Simon looked down at Jaime's cock and said, "Looks like you're still hard. You ready for the other part of the deal?" Jaime nodded with a big smile. Well it sounded like Simon was going to get Jaime off, or maybe let Jaime cum on his chest or something. That sounded alright, but it looked like my part in this entire twisted thing was over. Then Simon was on top of me in a flash, grabbing me and pulling me down onto the bed. He'd done this to me enough times for me to realize I was wrong again, and that the other part of the 'deal' was the kid fucking me now, whether I wanted it or not. And incidentally, I didn't. Simon never lined up guys for me to fuck after he'd fucked me, actually he always did the exact opposite, and let his roommate fuck me, too. And he and Jaime had had this 'deal' the whole time, and hadn't told me? Is that how he'd gotten Jaime to come over? And was that the only reason he'd said he 'needed' me to come over tonight? I felt totally used and stupid, once again. As Simon held me down, Jaime climbed on top of me and lined his cock up with my hole. Simon spat a few times, probably showing Jaime how to lube up before fucking an ass, and then Jaime was eagerly shoving his hard teenage cock into me, never once asking if I wanted it or if I was ready. I couldn't believe I had kept this entire night from derailing when I'd convinced Jaime to take Simon's cock without worrying. I could have stopped this whole thing back then, and then I wouldn't be getting split in half by this horny teen who just wanted to get off and didn't care if it hurt. Maybe that's why Simon had given me that satisfied look back then, because he knew I was making sure I'd get fucked by yet another stranger, I just didn't know it at the time. And because of my stupid talk to Jaime about not needing condoms, here he was sticking it in me bareback. After a few tries, with Simon holding me down as I screamed into the pillow, Jaime got his young, hard prick all the way inside me, and immediately started pounding me as hard as he could. You'd think someone who'd just taken a cock up his ass would have a little more sympathy and patience, but Jaime fucked like he was just trying to get to the finish line as fast as possible. He pounded me mercilessly for a few minutes, then just as I was starting to loosen up, he moaned, slammed all the way into me, and started shaking all over. "That's right kid, give him your teenage cum," Simon encouraged him. "You didn't even ask if you could bust your nut inside him, so fuckin' hot." Jaime rolled off me once he'd finished shooting all of his load inside me, then Simon got off me, too. "Did you like that?" Simon asked, but I knew he wasn't talking to me. "Haha yeah, a lot," Jaime said, out of breath, "that felt so good." "Good. So are you gonna keep lettin' me tap that ass?" Simon asked. Jaime thought for a second, then he said, "Okay, but do I get to keep fucking him too?" Before I could say anything, Simon answered, "You know it, anytime you want, just keep lettin' me get at that hot ass of yours. I'll text you his number." "Haha, deal," Jaime said, the stupid twerp. I looked up at Simon to protest this arrangement -- the neighbor kid fucking me so Simon could keep fucking him -- but Simon gave me a warning look, so I stayed quiet. Is this how it was going to be? Simon pimping me out to more and more guys because he knows I can't say no to him? I could never predict what he was going to do. Why did he like it so much when other guys fucked me? I didn't understand him at all. Simon sent Jaime back to his family, full of his cum, and once again cuddled up next to me in bed. At least this was one thing he did with me that he didn't do with Jaime. "You were fuckin' perfect, baby doll," he whispered into my ear as he kissed my neck again. "The way you got him to take my raw cock was incredible. And you heard how happy he was after you let him fuck you? I told you I needed you here, baby, I need you. We make a great team, don't we?" Simon was messing with my head big-time. He was getting me to do all these sinful things, and to take huge risks that I never would have taken just a few months ago. Part of me just wanted my simple old life back, back when it was just me and my boyfriend, before I'd even met Simon, but I think I was falling for Simon more and more, because instead of telling him all the things I was upset about, all I said was, "Mm-hm." And all I was thinking about was that he needed me, and that we were a team. And if all I had to do to make him happy was to let a few guys fuck me every once in a while, I guess I could do that….

My biggest fantasy is to let someone piss inside my hole, but I never seem to find guys who are up for it or someone who's still down after they cum in my hole. do you guys get lucky with this? How does it feel?

I have never really cared, I always felt the pleasure of the bottom comes from making the top breed him… never had a bottom complain, always kept coming back for more. Lately, i got into a conversation with another top and he always makes sure his bottoms cum. I thought it was dumb, but now i am curious…what do you guys think?

Hi guys, this is the first story I felt like I could publish. I am very curious about what you think about it. It was a warm Friday night in September, and the little hallway in the sauna Thomas found himself in reeked of poppers and sweat. He locked eyes with the hottest guy he had ever laid eyes on, whose he later found out was Ethan. Thomas was new to this world; he'd only recently discovered his love for rough, explicit sexual encounters with other men. At 26 years old, his body was lean yet ripe with innocence, his hunger to submit hidden beneath a shy smile. Ethan, on the other hand, was an experienced prowler in this den of depravity; he'd been visiting saunas for years and had made it his mission to corrupt as many innocent young men like Thomas as possible. A man in his early 30s with a body built from sin itself—rough around the edges and brimming with desire—Ethan was not one to be trifled with. From their first exchange of lust-filled glances, it was clear that Ethan had set his sights on Thomas. He could see the raw hunger in those green eyes; an insatiable thirst for adventure and debauchery that matched his own. He knew that behind that shy smile lay a world of kinks Thomas had yet to discover. As they talked about their likes and dislikes (or more accurately, what turned them on), a sickening smile crept across Ethan's face as he realized that he had found yet another plaything to add to his long list of conquests. Ethan knew no limits when it came to exploring his kinks; he reveled in destruction and despair just as much as pleasure and release. His one true passion was seeing how far he could push someone until they became unrecognizable to themselves: a cockhungry slut begging for more even after their mind and body were broken beyond repair. And Ethan intended to do exactly that with Thomas—corrupt him, ruin him, consume him whole. Thomas was willingly led by the hand (and other, less chivalrous body parts) into one of the private rooms reserved for those seeking true intimacy within the depths of depravity. Ethan closed the door behind them and turned to face Thomas with an unsettling grin that promised a night filled with untold horrors and unparalleled pleasures. Without further ado, Ethan lunged forward and shoved his tongue down Thomas's throat. Thomas gagged at first but quickly gave in to the relentless assault on his senses; he couldn't resist as his body responded instinctually to Ethan's dominant advances. His hands clawed at Ethan's muscled back as he moaned into their kiss while his cock hardened beneath his towel. Breaking apart from their passionate embrace, Ethan gazed at Thomas with a newfound appreciation for his naivete. "You know," he said in a low, throaty whisper that sent shivers down Thomas's spine, "I've always loved showing young guys like you how fun it can be to give in and let your cock take over." Thomas gulped audibly but could barely find the words to respond; his heart was pounding in his chest as he tried (and failed) to hide the obvious excitement building within him. Ethan smirked at Thomas's obvious arousal and took a step back, dropping his towel and revealing a taut stomach riddled with old scars that told stories of past conquests—some willing partners, some not so much. "Don't worry," he said, tracing one particularly vicious gash on his side, "You're safe with me." He paused for dramatic effect before adding darkly, "I take care of the things I own.” Thomas shuddered involuntarily at the implication of what Ethan was saying; but instead of pulling away in fear or disgust, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against Ethan's ear as he whispered huskily: "Make me your slut." Without another word, Ethan shoved Thomas against the wall and roughly pulled down the boy’s towel, freeing his hard cock from its confinement. With a wicked grin that showed just how truly depraved his intentions were for their evening together, Ethan reached into the pocket of the little bag he was carrying and pulled out a small syringe filled with an unlabeled liquid—a powerful chemical compound designed to turn consenting adults into mindless sex slaves at his command. Thomas's eyes widened in terror as he realized what was about to happen; but it was too late. He felt the needle at his skin, followed by an explosion of heat and pleasure coursing through his veins, signaling the beginning of his descent into hell. As he felt himself losing control, Thomas knew that there was no turning back; from this moment forward, he belonged to Ethan—body and soul. The pleasure was so much Thomas fell onto the floor, now looking up at his new master. Despite the fear that still lurked in the corners of Thomas's mind, there was an undeniable sense of excitement—almost arousal—bubbling up inside him as well. Ethan read Thomas's thoughts like an open book and laughed darkly. "Go on," he said with a sneer, gesturing toward his impressively erect cock that jutted out from his sweat-drenched body like a sword. "Suck me off.” Thomas swallowed thickly, his heart pounding in his chest as he reached out hesitantly to take hold of Ethan's hard length. He tentatively wrapped his lips around the head of Ethan's cock, tasting sweat and pre-cum on his tongue. A shiver of excitement ran up his spine at the sensation—a feeling he never would have expected just a few short hours ago before his descent into depravity. As Thomas began to suck eagerly at Ethan's cock, bobbing his head up and down in a frenzy of lust, Ethan's grip on the back of Thomas's skull tightened ever so slightly—just enough to let him know who was truly in charge here. Thomas moaned around the thick shaft filling his mouth while he caressed his hands down over Ethan's rock hard abs and further downward toward those plump round cheeks that seemed just begging for some attention themselves. Thomas was lost in the urge to worship Ethan’s superior body, no thoughts other than the pleasure he was feeling. When it became clear that neither man could take another moment without release any longer, Ethan finally gave a low groan and pulled his cock free from Thomas's hungry mouth before grabbing Thomas and pushing him onto the leather mattress just behind; hefted him upwards with surprising strength and then placed him down onto all fours. Just after Ethan lined his cock up with Thomas's dripping pink hole, he slammed all ten inches of throbbing cock into his boyhole with one forceful thrust that sent waves upon waves upon waves of pleasure cascading throughout every cell inside Thomas's body, who gasped loudly in both surprise as well as sheer ecstasy before going completely silent once more except for soft whimpers and moans that escaped his lips. As each brutal thrust met with Thomas's tight little channel deep within him, so too did Ethan lose control of himself; grunting out harsh obscenities like ‘whore’, ‘slut’, or ‘cumdump’ while pounding away mercilessly with every single ounce of raw power he could muster up inside him. Round after round of frenzied lovemaking ensued until finally Ethan couldn't contain himself any longer. He gave one last forceful jolt into Thomas before shooting ropes and ropes of cum deep into Thomas's pussy as he growled out harshly right alongside it. “Take it bitch, take all my POZ cum and become mine for good” he screamed, and all Thomas could do in response was moaning and begging for more. With their joining finally completed now, Ethan collapsed onto Thomas with an exhausted groan while still buried deeply inside the boy’s hole after having delivered its toxic payload. Slowly he uncoupled himself from the boy, seeing a drop of cum escape his hole. As Thomas lay panting and sweat-soaked on dirty mattress afterwards, his mind reeling from the overwhelming sensations that had been inflicted upon him by his new master, he couldn't help but wonder what fate awaited him next. He knew one thing for certain though: whatever came next in this twisted journey of lust and despair would be unlike anything he could ever have imagined—and yet still, some small part of himself ached with a need to experience more of the darkness that Ethan would surely reveal to him as time went on. And so they continued their depraved dance together within the confines of the sauna—two souls bound by blood and sin; one driven by his insatiable hunger to corrupt while another found himself lost in its depths, his new owner being the only thing that matters.

It all started so innocently - well, as innocently as an exchange on BBRT can. I was perusing all the guys in my small state when I came across someone I hadn't noticed before. He was a vers top, and one of his pics showed an impressive Prince Albert - a heavy gauge loop that looked like it could do some damage while feeling amazing at the same time. It hung from a pretty impressive cock, too. Hard it looked to be about 7 inches and fairly thick. Scanning through his profile I could see he was a chubby guy with a big scruffy beard. And his status read Undetectable. Naturally, being the slut I am, I reached out. It didn't take long for him to respond, and we struck up a conversation. He loves chubs like me so was immediately interested. We chatted back and forth a bit, and then he asked, "You know I'm poz, right?" "I noticed," was my reply. For a moment I wondered why he would point it out when it was clear on his profile, but then the 'what if' occurred to me. "Detectable?" I asked. "Yup," he replied. "VL is 850,000" I had no way to tell if he was being truthful or not. Maybe he was just seeing if he could scare me off. If that was in fact the case, it had quite the opposite effect. My cock got rock hard as I read his note, and I told him so. "Good pig 😈," was his response. That was all I needed. I was hooked. I gave him my number so we could continue texting. As soon as he had it, my phone dinged - it was a chest photo more recent than the one on his profile, showing a huge red-and-black biohazard tattoo above his right nipple. Now I was double hooked! As anyone who has read my other writings will tell you, I've been chasing, but not really chasing, the bug for years. I am an avowed bareback-only bottom and a passionate cum dump. Since I took my first raw cock more than 15 years ago, I have known that one day it would result in a positive test result. I made my peace with that long ago, which has allowed me to maintain the slut lifestyle I so enjoy. The only surprise to me, honestly, is the fact that in 15 years and hundreds and hundreds of loads, the only thing I ever picked up was a case of syph, years ago - which cleared with a single penicillin treatment. Now, here was a guy offering to knowingly give me his strain, to give me his gift and start me on the next stage of my journey. The only thing that might make things difficult for us was distance. We lived at opposite ends of a state with lots of traffic and no direct east-west route from him to me. Still, he was willing to travel. He told me weekdays were best - they are for me too - and that he would drive to a motel I designated. And what's more, he would bring a mask so he could record my pozzing and post it on his Twitter - something I've always fantasized about. And it kept getting better. We started talking less than a week before a cum dump session I had scheduled for myself at a local motel, so I already had plans to be ass-up and taking loads. "Why don't you come at the end of my event?" I said to him. "You can eat the other loads out of my hole and replace them with your toxic load." "😈" was all he replied. And so it was that at a cum dump session last week, I received his poz load for the first time. I kept myself in a popper haze the entire time as cock after cock slid inside my hole and filled me with cum. I lost count of how many guys had used me over the course of the 4 hours I hosted, and for once I didn't care. My mind was fixated the entire time on what was to come after everyone else left. The flow of anonymous tops slowly ebbed as the end time approached. With about 15 minutes left to go, I heard the door open. "Don't turn around, pig," came a voice, and I knew it was him. I was ass-up on the bed, so I kept my eyes focused on the headboard. He placed a blindfold over my eyes, then slid a ski mask over my head. I heard the door lock. "Event's over. Time for me to ruin your life." My cock, which normally remains soft throughout a cum dump session even when guys pay attention to it, grew instantly hard. He wouldn't be ruining my life, he would be enhancing it while at the same time bringing it to its inevitable, eventual conclusion. I longed for the freedom both would provide. He grew quiet, then I heard the telltale signs of clothes being shed. There were a couple of faint clunks from the dresser behind me and the table to my left, and I guessed that he was setting up camera equipment to capture the last moments of my life as an HIV-negative bottom, and my rebirth into the poz brotherhood. At last I felt his hands on my ass. He caressed it, and in my mind's eye I pictured him admiring this big, round ass that he was about to defile. Or maybe he was appreciating the amount of cum running down my balls and soaking the sheet. I gave a little push, and felt more cum slip out and run down my balls to join the rest. "Mmmmmm," I heard him mutter. Then his tongue was on my hole. He spread my cheeks as widely apart as he could as he licked and slurped and sucked at my pucker. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably no more than five minutes, he stood up behind me. "There," he announced. "All clean. You ready for my poz load, pig?" I didn't think it was possible for my cock to get any harder, yet somehow it did. It felt as though I could penetrate a steel plate. I had never in my life been that hard. "Yesssss," I hissed plaintively. "Poz me, pleeeeease!" Without another word, he slid his cock balls-deep into my hole in one fluid motion. He was on the thicker side, and I felt him stretch my hole as he entered. But I didn't feel his PA. Seemingly sensing my thoughts, he said, "I left out the piercing for the first round. Don't worry, once my poz babies are inside you I'll put it in so I can tear you up as I give you a second load." I melted blissfully into the bed as he grabbed my hips and began to rhythmically slide back and forth, in and out, savoring my hole as he prepared to change my life forever. It sounds a little strange, but in that moment I felt at home, like I was doing what I had always been meant to do, like I was fulfilling my destiny. His cock was just long enough to massage my prostate in the best possible way, and the precum streamed from my cock and collected on the bed with the leftover cum from the past four hours. Between the popper fog and the sensations emanating from my insides and the sheer realization of what I was doing, I was truly in hog heaven. Before long his pace began to quicken, and as he fucked me harder and faster my prostate responded. For the first time in my life, I felt an orgasm already building as he grabbed my hips extra-hard and began pounding me relentlessly. "You want this poz load, pig?" he asked loudly. "Yes, please!" I cried in response. "Please poz me!" "Here it comes, pig," he growled. "You're never gonna be the same again." That was all I needed. The pressure that had been building inside me exploded, and my cock shot a huge load onto the bed as I felt him pumping his poz load deep inside me. He held still for a moment as the pulses subsided, then released my hips. Spent, I collapsed onto the bed, a sweaty, panting, and very content mess. "You're not done," he said matter-of-factly. He turned my head and I felt the tip of his cock press against my lips. I eagerly sucked his cock clean. He left me laying on the bed as he turned off the cameras. "That's gonna make for a great post," he said. "All my followers are going to love watching you become a little poz piggy." I was still trying to compose myself, so I said nothing in response. He let me lie there a while as he puttered around the room. At one point I heard the rustle of fabric, then a short time later a metallic 'click'. He climbed on the bed, straddling my legs, and began kissing my ass cheeks. Slowly he worked his way up my back, sending little electric shocks down my spine. He continued to move up my body toward my head, until I felt a cold sensation against my well-used hole. As promised, he had put in his PA. By now I was so gaped that he slipped in easily. I was amazed at how hard his cock was so quickly after he had cum. "Now, to make sure it takes," he grunted. He grabbed my shoulders and locked his ankles with mine, pressing me into the bed as he began his assault. My hole exploded in a burning pain as he began to work his shaft in and out. I struggled, trying to shift my body toward the headboard to lessen the pressure, but he held me firmly. He never missed a beat as he pumped his cock in and out, tearing up my hole to let his poz babies do their work. "Mmmmm, fuck," he moaned in my ear. "This hole feels soooo good, pig." I grunted in pain but did not reply, which seemed to spur him on. He began pumping more quickly, slamming his hips into my ass and pressing me into the bed. "Here it comes, pig," he hissed. "If the first one didn't take, this one sure will." With that, I felt the telltale pulses of his cock against my sphincter as he dumped a second toxic load deep into my guts. He collapsed on my back, spent from the effort. He lay there for a few minutes as his cock deflated inside me, then got up. "Don't move," he instructed me. "I didn't video that one, but I gotta get some pics of that hole." I remained still as I heard a number of clicks from his phone, each of my destroyed and now pozzed ass. Then he dressed, and as he took the mask and blindfold off my head he instructed me to continue staring at the headboard. The room door opened and the sounds of the street outside flooded in for a moment until the latch clicked shut once more. I looked around and confirmed that he had indeed left. I made the decision to stay a while longer and rest. My ass still felt like it was on fire, but I reveled in the knowledge that it meant I had fulfilled my destiny. After all, "No pain, no gain!" Finally the time came for me to head home. Tomorrow was a work day, after all. But much more than that, it was also the first day of the rest of my life, and I couldn't wait to get it started. I was at work the next day when I received a text from my gifter with a series of web links all pointing to Twitter. I bolted for the bathroom and locked myself in a stall so I could see what he sent me. I clicked each link in succession and watched in rapt fascination as my pozzing unfolded for all the world to see, just as I had always fantasized. My cock grew instantly hard and I was so turned on that I had to jack off then and there. I put my earbuds in so I could listen to the audio, then watched the last video in the series again as I stroked my cock. As I got to the moment when I begged for his poz cum I shot a huge load and a couple of drops hit the back of the stall door. A couple of drops of my poz cum. The thought sent shivers down my spine. By now the drops of cum had formed streaks down the back of the door, and one had even dripped onto the floor. I cleaned up and pushed the door open, leaving my seed behind for the next guy. Who knows? Maybe there was a toilet pig in the office who would enjoy a treat. As I went back to my desk, my phone buzzed again. It was my gifter. "We're doing that again tomorrow," he said, "and as often as we can until you test positive." He didn't have to tell me twice! I was still so turned on that I went back to the bathroom to rub out another one. I chose a different stall this time. Hey, maybe there are two toilet pigs in the office.

Buddy of mine joined me boating yesterday, late in the afternoon he fires up Grindr and a young twink he's been talking to for a couple months had hit him up. Buddy sends a msg and kid responds says he's horny. My buddy says, how about two hung dads? Tell him we're boating and he can join. I'm mostly a bottom, love getting fucked but do enjoy topping twinks. An hour later we pick him up at the dock. He's every bit as cute in person as his pics. We head out to find a place to anchor, find a spot, drop anchor and make some drinks. My buddy takes the kid below while I'm dealing with the anchor and drinks. I head down to join them, my first view is kids smooth ass up in the air as he's going down on my buddy. I put the drinks down and dive into that smooth hole. I LOVE to rim a smooth hole and this kids as perfect, perfect little ass. After a good tongue fucking and fingering kid spins around and starts sucking me. My buddy gets behind him and continues opening his hole. Buddy is nicely hung, I'm a bit bigger but he's got a great cock. I'm playing with the kids limp cock while he's sucking me... buddy tells kid to arch his back lubes his cock and slides into his hole. Kid moans, tells him to wait... I'm rubbing his shoulders as he gets used to his ass being filled. He starts push back against my buddy, buddy starts slow stroking. Kid's given up on sucking me and is head down enjoying the cock. After a few minutes buddy says your turn, pulls out and I take his place. I pull out and dive into his gapping hole giving him a deep tongue. Spent the next hour using his ass and mouth. Buddy gave him two loads I gave him one. Kid came getting his second load from my buddy, on his back, I'm stroking his cock and kissing the kid. He tenses up and his beautiful cock unloads Nice big load splattered all over his chest and tummy. Small cock but shot a great load, damn I love young boys. I dive in to clean him up, save a little for a cum kiss. Buddy pulls out, kid tells me to lay back and sits on my cock.... rides my cock while we're making out. That's all it took, swallowing his load, feeling his well fucked ass on my cock and kissing him... I blew my load in a couple minutes. DAMN one of the hottest fucks I'm had with a guy in a while. So I gave 1 load, buddy gave 2, I got to swallow two, one from the kids body and by buddy's first load from kids hole. Now I need to get fucked LOL

Yes sir 😵

“Oh GOD I’ve missed this cock daddy!!” I wailed as my top relentlessly hammered into my ass. Flat on my back he held my ankles and spread my legs wide, I groaned and held onto his ass with one hand and stroked his chest with the other. I played with with nipple and traced my fingers down his powerful body, coming to rest on the biohazard tattoo on his hip. He smirked and spit into my open mouth. I swallowed greedily. “Yea that’s right baby, take that big poz cock, you like that? Better than your boyfriend’s?” My own big dick got painfully hard at this, but nobody moved to touch it. My dick didn’t matter tonight. I wondered briefly if it ever would again. “Fuck yes daddy poz my ass!! It was the first time I had said this. It was a long time coming. We had met years earlier on Grindr. He was poz, I was on PrEP, we fucked a bunch and it was always amazing. I was twinkier then. Slender and toned with a thick 8.5” dick and a tight ass both of which got me lots and lots of attention. I was immediately attracted to him, 10 years older than me and my height but had about 50 pounds on me. He had thick muscled arms and legs, a big chest, and a bit of a gut. A man who liked to workout and eat. My kind of man. Of course what really got my attention was his 9” dick - long and straight and perfectly thick. I was taking a lot of dick back then so I could take him no problem, for me, that was boyfriend dick. We used condoms at first, his choice. Then one night he asked me if I prefer it bare. Without thinking I said yes. He slid into me raw and we never looked back. He fucked me regularly for 3 months. I was vers but he never showed an interest in bottoming and I never wanted to top him. I loved his dick too much. Then the unthinkable happened, unthinkable to me anyway. I met a boy. We fell in love. And within a few weeks I went from being sluttiest guy any of my friends knew to being a one man man. My boyfriend is adorable. A tight bodied little blond twink with perfectly proportioned muscles and an entirely adequate dick. Not that he used it much. He was a total bottom. And we were happy for a long while! But 5 years on and my gaze was starting to wander. I hadn’t been fucked since the last time poz daddy dropped a load up me, and I was getting the itch. At 29 my body had changed a bit. More of a twunk now, I spend a lot of time at the gym. Firm pecs, a flat stomach, round tight ass, powerful legs and arms. I have a little chest hair and light dusting around my hole. My boyfriend worked in finance and was getting pretty senior. He came home one night and said that he’s been asked to set up a new satelite office. In Singapore. He would be gone four months. I wish I could say I didn’t immediately start thinking about getting fucked but. I did. Life continued on as normal for the next few weeks as he got ready to go. Tearful goodbyes and plans made for visiting and FaceTiming, and he was off. I would miss him, of course, but I couldn’t wait to get back to my old ways. Were we in an open relationship? Not exactly. We left it vague as to what we were allowed to do. Something of a don’t ask don’t tell policy which is definitely a recipe for disaster but…. I did not care. I was too horny. By the time he was in the air, the apps were on my phone and I had douched for the first time in five years. I had the first halfway decent looking guy with a halfway decent dick at my apartment within 30 minutes of logging in and was screaming as I came all over my abs with his cock pumping his own orgasm into the condom deep in my ass 10 minutes after that. I was happy. I wanted more. I felt guilty. I wanted more. Complex feelings made the sex better. The next day was another. And another after that. The guilt lessened. The following weekend I was at the gym in my normal getup. Jock under some booty shorts and a little tank top. I had take to going to the gym cleaned out just in case. I was stretching after my last set in a corner when I felt a hand on the small of my back and a deep voice at my ear… ”You look good, bitch.” My dick swelled. I turned. It was poz daddy. I hadn’t seen him since our last fuck, not even around the neighborhood. “Holy shit!” I beamed at him. My cock became rock hard and very visible in my tiny shorts. He looked much the same. Bigger than I remember. He had put on some more muscle but his gut had grown a bit too. I didn’t mind one fucking bit. “Been living in SF for a while. Just moved back. You still got my number?” ”Ah no sir…. I don’t” ”Doesn’t matter. You free tonight? I need back in that pussy of yours” ”I’m free now” ”Damn right you are. Let’s go shower” We walked to the locker room. My locker was across the aisle from his. I stripped deliberately. Slowly. Angled so he had full view of my ass as I slipped my shorts down over the hard muscle. My cock was hard the entire time. I grabbed a towel to hide it on my way to the shower but he appeared at my shoulder. ”no. Walk to the shower naked. Show yourself off. Show all these boys what a prime piece of jock pussy you are.” So with a chubby dick I sauntered to the shower. My daddy right behind me. I chose a stall in the back. He glanced over his shoulder at some twink and winked as he opened the door and followed me in. It’s a gay gym, so this type of thing is not uncommon but to do it so blatantly after parading me through the room and in the middle of the day…. I was horned up beyond belief. I went to kiss him but he stopped me. “Not yet slut. soap up. I wanna watch you” So I did. Putting on a bit of a show. My dick fully hard, as was his. My mouth aching to suck him. My hole twitching, remembering how good he felt inside me. “Good boy. Rinse off and meet outside.” He left. I waited. Turning the water to freezing to get my dick to go down. I got dressed. Little denim shorts and tank. I could feel the eyes on me. Outside he grabbed my hand and we silently walked the few blocks to his place like we were boyfriends. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. His apartment was on the top floor of a townhouse. Studio. Messy. Dark. None of which mattered. Once inside he turned to me like a cat who had just caught a bird. His big hands grabbed my ass and pulled me close. His belly pressing to my flat, hard stomach. “Been a long time boy. Whatchu been up to?” His lips grazed my ear as he almost whispered to me. Shivers went down my spine. “ahhh. Boyfriend” I managed ”still with him?” ”yes. Out of town” ”mmmmm naughty boy. Daddy likes that. Still on PrEP?” ”no sir” ”and yet you’re here with me?” “Yes sir” I gasped, as his hand squeezed tighter ”so me how much you missed me, baby” And with that I had my clothes off in an instant and dropped to my knees. I nuzzled his crotch, receiving an appreciative groan from daddy. I undid his pants and fished his magnificent fully hard perfect cock out and engulfed it in my eager mouth. I was out of practice and I choked and sputtered but he seemed to like that even more as his hands found my head and started to take control. After a few minutes I pulled off to catch my breath and grazed up at him lustily as I tongue bathed his shaft and balls. I wanted more. I wanted all of him. My hands reached up to his waistband and pulled his pants further down so I could have better access. My tongue snaked all around his big, heavy balls down to his taint. I swiveled my body around, hands reaching to his ass and pulled apart his cheeks. He let out a surprised groan as my traced a circle around his hole eventually plunging in as deep as I could. I ate his ass hungrily, something I never did with my tops. But I wanted everything his body had to offer. I wanted to please him. And suddenly he pulled me up, looked into my eyes, and tossed me on the bed like a ragdoll. I wanted to kiss him. I tried. But he kept far enough away, smirking all the while. He stripped his shirt off and I saw for the first time in 5 years his massive chest and big belly with that familiar biohazard tat above his hip. His pants still bunched at his feet he moved the one step to meet me on the bed. My legs parted. My cock bounced, my hole winked in anticipation. Climbing between my legs his cock dropped and hovered right outside my hole. ”You want it?” ”Pleeeaaase I whined” He started to push into me. I gasped. ”Tighter than you used to be, bitch!” ”Been topping” ”Big top man turns into a greedy little bottom fag as soon as he sees his daddy, eh?” I nodded. “That’s hot, baby boy.” Feeling the resistance he grabbed some lube and poppers from the nightstand “Here. You get this today only.” I was grateful. He squirted lube into my hand “Put it on me” I did feeling his massive length and getting even more turned on. I fed his cock back into me and groaned as he rested there just the head inside as he uncapped the poppers and fed them to me. My head swimming from the chemicals, hole relaxing he pressed on. With agonizing and tantalizing slowness he bottomed out in me, his pubes pressed against me and I cried out in a mixture of pain and bliss as my re-Virginized hole was stretched. He grinded around deep inside me as I panted and grasped at his back. “Ready boy?” ”Fuck yes sir!!” ”Gonna let me cum in you?” I hesitated, “I’m not on-“ ”Pretty sure I’m undetectable. So you’re good.” I relaxed And so he began Slowly at first. Making me feel each and every inch as he slowly withdrew his dick to the tip and plunged it equally slowly back in. He had me to riled up before long I was pulling him back into me harder and faster, desperate for more of his perfect dick. It hurt, but I didn’t care . I was a man possessed. And so was he. After a few minutes he pulled all the way out of me and stood back to admire my sweaty body with my newly gaping pussy. Not wanting to be without him inside me for too long I jumped up and was back on my knees in front of him, sinking my mouth down his dick, so horny and popped up now I felt his cock slip into my throat and he groaned loudly as my forehead came to rest on his belly and my nose in his pubes. He fucked my throat a bit before he threw me back on the bed, spread my legs wide and plunged back into me. I cried out in pain and pleasure as he pummeled me so deeply. ”Yeah baby take that big poz cock, you like that? Better than your boyfriend’s?” ”Fuck yeah daddy poz my ass!” I had no idea where it came from but he loved that, and before long he was cumming deep inside of me as I grabbed onto his ass holding him deep inside as he and I quivered together. My muscles flexing. My dick harder than it’s been in years leaked all over my tight abs. Only then did he kiss me. Only then, did I cum.

Eastern Illinois—October, 2023 I arrived at my work gig feeling quite refreshed after the bookstore visit detailed in the last post. Which was a good thing, as I had two weeks of intensive work with no time to play. Things relaxed a little by the third week and I finally had a full day off. Two actually. I had scheduled a meet with Keshawn on Tuesday, but I also had Monday to myself. And I needed relief! I chose to go to the bookstore I visited in Eastern Illinois when I had worked this gig the last time. I loved the set up there: the two theatres were behind the same door. The two spaces also had their own restroom which was really convenient. I packed a lunch and made the drive… I buy my admission—as does the man behind me in line. The store has only just opened. We go in. He makes a beeline to the straight side as I go the other direction and piss. There is one man in the gay side, sitting on one of the two couches. He looks familiar from when I was here before, but I can’t be sure. That is until he opens his mouth and begins critiquing the video. I’m right. He never is happy with anything shown here—and is very vocal about it. I move away and go sit in the straight theatre. The other man is there and kneading his crotch. He stops the moment he sees me sit down on the opposite side of the room. The movie is slow—but the action fun. I am yet again surprised by internal cum shots in a straight movie. The next scene begins with a lot of dialogue. I am obviously not going to have any fun with the other man here—as he has sat rigidly, looking at only the screen, with his hands by his side. I wonder if he has even noticed my cock out? I cover it up and go to the other room. The critic has moved to standing in the back. I sit where he was earlier. He takes note of my dick coming out, but soon moves on to the other room to offer his opinions on that video over there to his captive audience. I stroke. A new man arrives. He is around my age, white, with a full head of very white hair. I remember this guy, too. He gives very enthusiastic blow jobs. He sits next to me. He takes out his dick. He looks at mine, longingly. I nod. And he is on his knees in a flash. H takes me into his highly practiced mouth. He sucks. He licks. He deep throats. I nudge him down to my balls. It feels good—he knows what he’s doing. But somehow it isn’t remotely sensual. I could no more cum from it than I could from doing push-ups. He takes a break when his knees tire. I am alone for quite some time, but it’s a hot movie in here, all very juicy threeways. The door opens. No one comes in here for a bit. Then a man I played with a lot last time comes in. He recognizes me, too. He sits next to me. He’s likely 45 to 50, Black, and big boned. His dreads are pulled back and under the hood of his sweatshirt. He looks at me—and looks at my dick. I nod and he goes down on me. He has a large mouth and his tongue is thick and muscular. And he loves sucking cock. Every move he makes tells you he is right where he wants to be. I sigh and let him lick and suck wherever he wants. My cock. My piss slit. My balls. I even undo my pants and shove them around my ankles so he can lick under my balls. He flirts with sweeping that thick tongue over my pucker, he teases me for a moment, but then makes the long slurp up from under my balls to the top of my cock. He pauses to pull his own pants down to his knees. His thick, if not long, cock is rampant. I lean forward and suck him for a moment. He is one of those men who get so hard when they are doing the sucking, but deflate when someone does any reciprocation. He enjoys my mouth—but is eager to get back to sucking me. And I let him. He sucks me long and deep. We kiss—something new for us, but I desperately want to taste his mouth with my precum in it. It’s long and passionate. His cock is fully erected again. He is still on his knees, his ass jutted out to the room. The enthusiastic guy comes back. He crawls under him and sucks on his cock as that large tongue goes back to work on me. I squirm in pleasure. I keep seeing his naked ass. A fat one. I want it. I slide out from under him, and with the other guy still on his cock, I begin licking his hole. This is new for us. He groans. Loudly. Enthusiastic Guy comes up to watch me rim and to jerk himself. EG shoots his load on the floor. “I’m gonna shoot,” groans the man bucking back on my tongue. He does. I get to clean up what is left on his cock. We talk a lot. He has Detroit connections. He takes my number and swears he will let me know when he’s in Michigan. I jerk. I talk to the video critic. The door opens. “Well, well…” It’s the guy who was a staple the last time I was here. White, my age, tall and slim. I had fucked him—the first time he’d allowed himself to have anal sex in years. And here he is, wanting more. “I got a text from…” and he names the man I had just rimmed and made shoot. “He said I better get over here…” We catch up a little. He sucks me, making me squirm. He sits on my cock again to open himself up. I tell him I want to really plow him. “Do it.” We change positions. He kneels on the couch and lets me pummel his ass. “I’m going to shoot,” I groan out. “Can I breed you?” “Fill me up, stud!” And I do. Two weeks of load…saved for a hot hole… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Fill Me Up, Stud!" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) October 31, 2023

How many have shown a hard cock in their ass AND shown their face? I’m willing.

I love smooth

This is a hot fucking group of men. All of the above for me!

I don't know if it is worth traveling all the way from London for it, but I am over 50 and don't have any trouble finding no holds barred piggish group fucking when I visit. I try to get to a Cumunion Party or more recently Bearunion Party in Palm Springs a couple of times a year because I live in a gay sex desert. If you go, you should be able to find what you are looking for at Club 541 any time they are open or Cathedral City Boys Club (CCBC) day or night on weekends.

I live to have alot of cum deep and right up and I all do keep it u there for as long as I can, 2 days was the longest but IV been told the bigger the cock 9+ the furtherit up there the cum gos and it can stay up there for an time

Chapter 3 – Cumming at Me from All Ends Chapters 1 and 2 recount a session with Steven and another guy. I’m blindfolded, so I have no idea who the other guy is. Steven has also made sure that we’re all spun out of our minds. They’ve been working my ass over, and I’m loving it. Steven used fingers from both hands to expand my hole. He used them to stretch my ass in all directions, getting me ready for his hand. It didn’t take long for him to decide to shove one of his hands in me. He slid in easily and then began the descent into my deepest regions. As he was working his way through my ass, the other guy grabbed my head and turned it to the left. He stuck his cock at my mouth, and I sucked it in. He had a thick cock and, when I got all the way to the base, a heavy bush around it. I used my hands to rub his chest and was pleased to find a nice, furry body. Of course, I reached back and discovered a hairy ass too. I love a hairy ass. When I started rubbing the other guy, I shifted my position in the sling. I was leaning to the left, sucking the other guy’s dick and using my right hand to rub his body. My right leg was lifted a little bit, and this gave Steven a new angle in my ass. Luckily, this also gave him a better path through my second sphincter. Steven had sunk his hand into my ass. He was playing around in there, twisting and flexing his hand. He extended his fingers inside me and found the path to my colon. With my right leg lifted a bit, he had a simple path through it. I knew that Steven would make my ass feel amazing as he worked his way through my second hole. He likes to play there and almost always makes me squirt some precum or have a total assgasm. The cock was still in my mouth, and I was happily sucking on it, but the feelings in my ass kept pulling my attention away. The guy must have noticed since he pulled his cock back, allowing me to fully focus on what Steven was doing to me. Instead of me sucking him, this guy now took my cock in his mouth. This was intense: I had one guy with his hand in my colon and another with my cock in his mouth. There was little doubt that the guy sucking me was going to get a sweet reward at some point. Steven was masterfully working my ass. He knows me well enough to know what really sets me off, and he was determined to move me to a full orgasm. His fingers were traveling through my curve and into my colon, where they would rub and massage the deepest recesses of my ass. It felt amazing! The guy sucking me was doing a great job too. My cock was shrunken from the T, but he was getting it to start to plump up. Between the sensations in my ass and the mouthing of my cock, he was going to get a nice load in his mouth. I felt the oncoming rumbles of a full-body orgasm. Steven knew what was happening because my ass tightened down around his arm. Hopefully, my cock sucker was prepared for what was going to come since I was speechless in ecstasy. He kept sucking, and Steven kept going at my ass. Soon, I felt the buildup in my balls, signaling an upcoming orgasm. “I’m gonna cum,” I managed to mutter right before my dick exploded in the guy’s mouth. He kept sucking, swallowing everything I pumped out. Once he had sucked my cock dry, I needed to take a break. My cock was super sensitive, and my ass was ready for a rest. I tapped him on the chin, and he correctly interpreted that as a request to back off. Steven knew that it was time to begin pulling his arm out of my ass. Of course, he took it slow, making my cock leak with some additional cum. The other guy licked that off my belly. Steven was taking his time getting out of my ass. He knows the exquisite torture of a slow withdrawal and was making me squirm with pleasure as he reversed out of my ass. He paused a few times and made sure to rub my prostate on the way out. Of course, that caused more fluid to dribble out of my shrinking cock. The other guy licked this up and fed some to me in a deep kiss. I was spent, so they let me hang out in the sling for a while. They had sparked up the torch again and were blowing clouds. One of them came over and shotgunned some to me, which was much appreciated. Then, they both helped me out of the sling and walked me over to the bed. I still had no idea who the other guy was since the blindfold was still in place. I knew that he had a nice, hairy body, a sweet cock, and a great set of hands. Other than that, it could have been anyone. While we were lying on the bed, the other guy said, “We should cage his useless cock now.” So, they slid the chastity cage over my cock and locked it in place. I could only wait and see what they had planned for me.

I proudly label myself as "side-versatile" (anal is not the only phase of an erotic encounter). When he started playing with his tongue on my ears, than neck, nipples, I was in heaven but when he began licking my hole I was his. Same I did with my bf, he was labeling himself "straight" before. My current partner. As soon as my tongue accessed his hole, I had him. "I just turned 53 with dozens of women left behind, and know nothing about sex", he said. Now he's 55 and we still have the world ahead!

Any hung guys wanna bb me, please DM

On Friday night I was at a group thing. Sort of lame. Way too many bottoms but I was getting my fill so to speak. At one point I had a couple of guys on me. There was a dom guy at the helm. He was fucking me and calling the shots telling the others to suck my nipples or fuck my face. I was getting into this guy fucking me. He would spit in my mouth and was verbal. When I could I would keep constant eye contact to let him know he was the man in charge. As we were getting into a nice groove this little Asian guy comes up and wants to kiss. I was not into it. He wasn’t someone I was attracted to. He wasn’t a fellow bottom getting fucked along with me. Just a random guy. I think the top could see that I was not into it and called out for some other guy to breed my mouth. The Asian left. I guess my point is probably what some of the others have said. You have to be into it. It some ways I feel it takes things to a new level. Even though my mouth was being used as just another hole, when the top spit in it and kissed me I was more connected.

An amazing story I shot a couple of loads reading it

I tend to fuck hard. I enjoy wrecking holes, making them bigger, but when it comes time to cum, i push my dick as deep as i can, and hold tight to burst my kids deep in my slut's guts. I stay there a few seconds, making sure every single drop is pumped deep inside, then i pull out Even better if the slut tightens his cunt to try and get my as dry as he can

This is my first story ever. I hope it turns you all on. It turned me on to write it and I look forward to adding on to it. MAC MEN By Randy Rawman I had been single exactly one month when my Powerbook died. I skipped the Apple store and went to a Mac Dealer in my neighborhood called MacMen. I’ve long thought that the guys at the Genius Bar are the unsung sex symbols of the new millennium, lanky bespectacled nerds with hard lean bodies and sexy tattoos under their royal blue T shirts with just a few clicks of their magic fingers and fix whatever’s ailing you and make everything okay. Yes, Apple geeks are dorky sexy. Angel’s just plain sexy. When I first laid eyes on him, I had come straight from the gym and was wearing my favorite ass-hugging red Umbro shorts and a gray Underarmour tank that caressed my pecs and shoulders and made me feel like a super hero. As Angel entered all my information into the stores computer, I took the opportunity to give him the once over. I couldn’t quite put my finger on his enthicity. There’s some Latin in there, a little Asian, maybe, definitely some black. Whatever it was, he was fucking hot. When I showed pick up my fixed computer a few days later, I was wearing the same shorts with a vintage Adidas nylon tank. Again, I had come fresh from the gym. I stayed extra long because I wanted to get a pump going in case Angel was working. Sure enough, it was him. “Hey Gym boy,” he says, even though I’m probably a few years older than him. “Here’s what we did.” He then proceeds to explain exactly what was wrong with my Mac and what they did to fix it. I could barely focus because his voice was so sexy (Where the fuck is he from?) and also because the way he was leaning on the counter, I can see his denim clad ass in the mirror behind him. While we’re waiting for my credit card to be approved, I consider asking Angel to coffee or something but can’t get up the nerve to say anything. He’s too fucking hot for me anyway. I thank him then head outside to my car. I load my computer into my trunk and when I slam the trunk lid, I see Angel walking toward me with a cocky smile. “Did I forget something?” I ask. “No,” he says. He walks the last few steps to face me before speaking again, this time in a much more hushed tone. “I wanted to catch you because I wanted to invite you to something, a party next month.” What? I was hoping that somehow our paths would cross again, but this I didn’t see coming. “A party?” I repeated. “Like a customer appreciation kind of thing?” Angel laughs. “No, it’s a private party,” he says. I shoot him a confused look. “Look, I fixed your computer,” he says, taking a step toward he and putting his arm on my bare shoulder, his volume lowering to just above a whisper. “I know what kind of dirty stories you read, what blogs you visit, what movies you download.” “I think that’s called invasion of privacy,” I say. “I think we share a common hobby,” he says. I don’t know whether to feel completely violated or totally turned on. “And what’s that?” I ask. He gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Breeding and getting bred,” he says, looking me dead in the eyes. This practically knocks the wind out of me. Just then, a mother walks by with two toddlers, totally unaware that helpful computer dork just called me out on my dirtiest little secret and that we were in the processing of bonding over one common interest; loads in asses. “Look, I gotta get back in there,” he says, handing me a postcard. “If I’m right about what you need, call the number on the bottom of that card.” He’s fucking me with his eyes now. “If I’m wrong, keep living in fantasy land and I’ll see you next time your laptop crashes from all the raw fucking you keep downloading.” It’s not until I get back in my car, that I realize my dick is rock hard and leaking in my shorts. I take a breath and read the postcard. If it was going to be an invitation to some kind of sex party, I expected it to be mysterious and vague. That wasn’t Angel’s style. BREEDHOUSE LA PRESENTS… SHUDDER Join LA’s hottest sex-studs for marathon night of load-swapping sperm-soaked fucking. JULY 24, 2013 THE RULES ARE SIMPLE: NO CONDOMS & NO PULLING OUT. NO LOADS WASTED. IF IT DOESN’T GO UP YOUR ASS, YOU BETTER FUCKING DRINK IT. The artwork is a cartoon of a blond muscle stud being fucked by a darker muscle stud who looks a lot like Angel while a group of other studs watch and wait their turn. Both fuckers are shuddering, heads thrown back in nut-draining ecstasy as the blond begs, “Breed me, fucker. Flood my ass,” and the Latino says simply: “Take. My. Cum. Uuunnnnnnnngh.” In the corner, written in ropy white letters is the artist’s signature; Angel S. Even his signature is made of cum. He’s a man of many talents. Am I brave enough to explore his other ones? It takes me two days to call him. I expect to get voicemail. I don’t. “Hello,” he says. Oh shit, do I hang up or do I talk? “Angel, this is Randy,” I say, my voice quivering. “You fixed my computer.” “I know who you are,” he says. “I was just thinking about your ass in those red shorts and how much I’d like to fill it.” I always thought my ass looked good in those shorts. Nice to have some confirmation. “How many times did you almost call me and then pussy out?” “None,” I lie. “Okay, four.” He scoffs. “Seven,” I say finally. “So I was right about you?” he says cockily. “Yes and no,” I say, fumbling the words as I try to explain myself. “I’m turned on by all that stuff, so turned on I can’t see straight, but in real life, I haven’t really explored that side of myself. Up until a month ago, I was in a monogamous relationship for ten years with a guy who didn’t like fucking. He was just into oral.” “Did Mr. Blowjob know what was on your computer?” he asks. “He didn’t want to know,” I say. “I haven’t been with anyone else in ten years.” “God, I bet you’re so fucking tight,” he says. I don’t know what to say to that. I’m saved from my awkwardness when I hear a doorbell ring on his end of the phone. “Look Randy,” he says, “I want to talk to you more, I really do, but I got a couple from Silverlake coming over here, a blond and a Latino…and the Latino’s going to breed me while I fill the blond with my four-day load. So I can’t talk. Have you thought about the party?” “It’s all I’ve thought about…but I’m not sure—“ “Check your email in tonight,” he says. “I got a proposition for you.” “You need my email address?” “I got it.” “What’s this proposition?” I say. “Just tell me.” The truth is, I just want to keep him on the phone. His voice makes me throb. “I can’t talk now, my buddies just parked…oh shit, they brought the leather, this is going to be so fucking hot, Randy. Fuck.” “Can I watch?” I say, jokingly. Angel laughs. “Hey, wait. Maybe you can,” he says. “You got Skype?” Fifteen minutes later, I’m matching a red-hot threeway unfold somewhere in the Hollywood Hills. Angel hasn’t told other two studs know he’s Skyping, but he’s positioned his computer with a nice view of the room. It’s his bedroom-slash fuck-den, complete with black leather covered bed and mirrors all around, and he’s making sure to be real vocal for me. “That’s it, Oscar,” he says when the Latino in chaps and a harness places his fat cockhead at his hot tight pucker. “Just drive it in. Uuuunnnnngh fuck! Don’t move for a second, let me get used to it.” “Okay, that’s a second,” says Oscar, with an evil smile. “I gotta fuck now.” He starts driving his cock in and out of Angel’s hot hole, withdrawing till just the head is inside and then slamming forward smashing Angel forward causing him to grind his hard cock into the bed. “Let me get on my knees, Oscar,” insists Angel. “This grinding is going to make me shoot and I don’t want to cum on the bed.” “That’s right,” says the blond, Ron, who’s in a leather vest and Nasty Pig jockstrap. “What’s the rule?” All three of them say it at once. “No wasted loads.” Angel looks right into the lens when he says that. And then he laughs. I know what he’s doing. He wants that to be my rule, too. He’s going to insist I live by it, too, or he doesn’t even want to fucking know me. No wasted loads. I can imagine him making me recite a manifesto, something like, “If there’s a cock in the room I’m in that isn’t mine, and it’s shooting a load, it’s going in me. It’s going down my throat or better yet—way better yet—up my hot ass. That’s what I was made for.” “And what else?” I imagine him asking. “And if my cock’s shooting its load, it’s going in an ass or a mouth, even if it has to be my own.” As I daydream about this, I make a promise to myself right then that from now on, even when I jack off, I eat the load. No wasted loads. “Oh fuck, I’m getting close and I don’t want to blast yet,” says Oscar. He pulls his drooling 9-inch breeding stick out of Angel’s ass, flips him around and shoves it down his throat. In the same flurry of moment, Ron, who’s 8 inches with fat mushroom head, goes balls deep into Angel in one smooth stroke. The whole switch happened so fast. There was maybe one split second when Angel when he wasn’t impaled on cock. “Fuck, your cock is amazing, Ron,” says Angel. “I can feel that fat head hitting my prostate.” “I want to drench it,” promises Ron. “But not yet.” When Ron pulls out, Angel’s hot fuckhole catches the light. Angel’s ass is already dripping with pre-cum. “I need your cock up my hole, Angel.” “This cock?” teases Angel, poking the head in and out of Ron’s tight pucker. “Is this the cock you want?” “That’s the one,” says Ron. “This cock with the four-day load in it?” says Angel. Ron throws his head back when he hears that news and groans. “Yes,” he says, like a man possessed. Angel’s rock hard 8-inch fuckstick plunges deep into Ron’s ass and he whimpers with pleasure and moans, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me so deep. God, I need your cock.” "What else do you need?” asks Angel. “I need your fuckload,” says Ron. “I need you to flood my asshole. I need to you breed me.” “Get ready, fucker,” says Angel. “I’m about to reach the point of no return.” What Angel can’t see because of where he’s positioned, but what I can is Oscar priming his dick to go back in Angel’s hole. And it’s not going to come out until it’s drenched those asswalls with DN fucking A. This man, Angle. This man who looked deep into my harddrive and later my eyes, and could see that I had a need, a deep need, that I didn’t have the balls to explore. He’s going to change that. He’s going to break me in and introduce me to the Breeding Brotherhood and in case I think for one second that he’s all talk when it comes to bareback breeding, he’s going to breed one muscle stud on cam for me too see while another muscle stud coats his ass-walls with his creamy white load. And it’s going to happen right fucking now. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, Ron,” Angel pants, just as Oscar jabs his shiny hot prick back into Angel’s puckerhole. “Oh fuck, Oscar! I was hoping you’d do that. Damn, that fuckstick is going to fuck the cum out of me and right into this fucker’s ass.” “Then do it, dude,” grunts Oscar. “Because I’m breeding you right…..NOW. Ungh…ungh…ungh…ungh…” Oscar keeps grunting with every jet of stud spunk that jets from his cock. “I can feel every squirt,” gasps Angel. “Damn, you’re still shooting.” “You’re pulling it out of me,” says Oscar. “I need cum!” Ron shouts. “Give me that four day load, Angel!” “You want it?” Angel asks. “I need it,” says Ron. “Here…it…CUMMMMS!” bellows Angel while grabbing Ron’s face and pulling him to be eye to eye. “Aaaah…aaagh…take my…cum….I’m…breeding… your….hot….fucking ….hole.” Angel arches back and is about to collapse on Ron with Oscar coming down on both of them, when suddenly Ron, stroking his hot fuckstick, says, “I’m cumming, too, guys. I wanted to breed but I’m fucking cumming. Who’s gonna drink it?” Angel and Oscar knock heads trying to dive onto Ron’s spurting cock but Angel gets their first. Angel takes jet after jet of thick cum, saying, “Mmmm,” with every spurt. After a bit, he pulls off and lets Oscar take over on Ron’s cum-soaked cock. While Oscar milks the last few drops from Ron’s delicious cockhead, Ron throws his head back, closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath. Since both his fuckbuds have their eyes closes, Angel can get away with looking right into the camera. He stares right into my soul and smiles. He heart, which has already been pounding out of my chest, nearly stops when he opens his mouth. He didn’t swallow yet. He opens wide and shows me the huge load Ron shot into him. He looks back into my eyes, swirls it around in his mouth, then points to me and then to the leather bed as if to say, “You’re next, fucker.” Then he swallows. I cum in my shorts without touching myself. TO BE CONTINUED. .

5 He soon returned to the room, but his clothes did not. There he stood with a hairy chest and muscular body: a real man. But the best part was his massive cock. I'd never seen a white cock that big before, even in porn. And just below it were two big balls I could tell were full of cum. He climbed on the bed and started kissing me again while pulling on my nipples. Then he stopped and looked me right in the eyes. He didn't break his stare as he gently grabbed my right hand and placed it on his massive cock. "Go ahead honey, it's yours now," he said with pride. I let out a big smile as I began feeling his long and thick cock, now with both hands. Then I took his balls into my hands, not believing how heavy and full they were. He moved his cock toward my face and I sprung into action. I kissed, licked, and sucked that gigantic tool like my future depended on it...because it did. He let out moans and the occasional words of encouragement as his cock got harder and harder in my mouth. He then pulled away and I must have made a very sad face. He just laughed and said, "Don't worry my love, we're just getting started." He laid down on his back and instructed me to climb on top of him the opposite direction. I was soon bobbing on his cock again. I felt him pulling on my now wet pink panties. At this point he could do anything to me and I wouldn't protest, but I did hope he wasn't going to waste effort on my little dick and balls. Then I realized he was only pulling down the back of the panties to expose my pussy. I let out a giant moan (his cock still crammed in my mouth) as his tongue glided across my pussy lips. Soon his tongue was making love to my hole and I could barely concentrate on sucking his cock because I was in so much ecstasy. Then he started to work a finger in my hole, and then another. I was tight but welcomed the intrusion. Once a third finger soddomized my special place, he knew I was ready. He gently picked me up off of him and laid me flat on the bed. He said in a deep and masculine voice, "Tell me what happens now, sweetheart." I replied with, "You fuck my pussy. You fill me up with your seed. You knock me up. You give me a baby." He put on a crooked smile as he spread my legs and instructed me to hold them back. He slipped the string of the panties to the side to expose my hungry hole. Next I felt his massive cock head at my pussy door. It started poking inside of me. The pain was unreal. I'd never been fucked by something this big before! My combination of moans and winces were encouraged by him saying, "That's right baby, let it all out. I know what you need. You'll remember this night forever." I sure hoped I would. To help me get through the pain, I pushed my hand with the ring on it into my leg. That feeling of cold metal on my skin was a reminder of the commitment I'd made not just to please him tonight as his wife, but to myself to get impregnated. As his massive tool bottomed out in my pussy, he held it there so I could get used to the feeling. I'd never felt more full! He leaned in and kissed me as my pussy began to relax and let his cock explore. Soon the pain vanished and I felt nothing but pure pleasure. I couldn't believe the sounds I was making as his cock plugged away at my insides. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he looked into my eyes and said, "Are you ready for your husband to inseminate you?" I could barely get the words out between moans, "Yes! Give me your babies!" Just like that, he let out a roar from deep inside his body and drove his cock as deep into me as possible. I could feel it pulsating around inside me, imagining all those sperm swimming up to find my egg. Finally, he collapsed on top of me. After a few minutes of kisses and praise, he gently pulled his cock out of my hole, leaving a massive load inside. I was exhausted but couldn't help but smile with glee. His seed had been planted.

I am working on an old truck in my garage. I heard someone opening garbage cans in the alley, and when he got to my place he stopped and said nice truck. I am wearing shortalls and a T shirt. I said thanks. Older black guy, no teeth, looks homeless. He said cute overalls. I smiled and thanked him again. He asked what I had under them. I undid the side buttons and showed him my tightly whities. I bent back into the truck and he came into the garage. He had the worst BO! He put his hand into my overalls and felt my hardening cock, then put his hand in the leg of my undies and pulled it out. I stayed bent over but spread my legs and slipped the straps off my shoulders. He took his hand away, pulled my shortalls down and then my undies. He started playing with my balls and poking my ass with his fingers. I turned around, dropped to my knees, undid his jeans, took out his surprisingly large and hardening cock and sucked him. It smelt and tasted disgusting! I had a jar of petroleum jelly in my tool box, I grabbed it, stood up fingered a dollop into my ass and bent down into the truck again, and he pushed right in. He fucked for at least 15 minutes with my garage door open, even though we were a little shielded by the trucks open door. He said something and I guessed he was about to cum, and felt like he was going to pull out, so I reached back and grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards me and pushed back so he got the message it was ok to breed me. He did. I just put my underwear back on , pulled up my shortalls, fastened the buttons and carried on with what I was doing. He said something I didn't understand, and I just ignored him till he left. I have had to come in to get changed because I stink of him. I suppose that's how it should be. Me being marked by a black man's scent, so that any other man coming buy could smell I was there to be bred. It really smells bad though, and I don't want it in my truck, so have to get showered and changed. It's just my body and T shirt he marked.

Part 3 TJ became an immediate hard core fan of getting rimmed, even more so after I introduced him to poppers. I'd give him his laced soda, we'd get ripped, then my face would be buried in his hairy hole as he huffed on poppers and egged me on with filthy talk. Then he would skull fuck my face and blow his load down my throat followed by a piss chaser. He never even once objected to my finger up his cunt as I blew him. I guess he figured that wasn't TOO faggy. And besides, he knew just how good if felt, and that he'd probably never get his little girlfriend to do that to him. ( who I hadn't seen around in a while, come to think of it.) Then it was more weed and round two of the same thing, except he didn't give me his piss on the second go, so I was always left with the taste of his trashy load in my mouth. Now, as much fun as that was almost everyday, I was getting anxious for things to progress. My dick was craving his straight skater hole more and more everyday. I knew I could only go so far in my next step, but after a couple more weeks, I knew I had to press on. So one day, after the usual G and weed, I casually pulled out a glass pipe packed with a fat load. A gloriously naked TJ sat straight up as soon as he saw what I had. "Oh fuck dude!" He exclaimed. "It's been a couple of years since I've had that shit!" At first, I was a little disappointed that I wasn't going to be the first one to corrupt him with T, but I quickly realized it didn't matter as long as the end result was me shooting my dirty load 11 inches deep into his straight guts. And besides, seeing his eager face, and having a reliable source for great shit, pretty much guaranteed that I would absolutely turn him into a Tina whore. "Well here you go buddy." I said, handing him the pipe. "Go ahead and hit that a few times." My dick got rock hard as I watched him expertly handle the pipe. He knew just how to torch the bowl and get it rolling. My heart beat faster as he raised the pipe to his lips and inhaled a long, slow hit, holding it in before exhaling a large white cloud. I stared at his beautiful, naked tatted and pierced body as he took four more big hits. A greedy boy. I liked that. He handed me the pipe and torch as he smiled with already spaced out eyes, "Whoa dude. That's some primo shit!" "And I can get it anytime." I smiled at him as I lit the torch. I took three hits before I handed it back. He was more polite this time, only taking two himself. We passed the pipe back and forth until it was empty and TJ was flying. I bent over and took his soft dick into my mouth. "Dude, I can't get hard when I'm high." He mumbled, probably not knowing that most guys can't. I was one of the few lucky ones who could stay hard when I partied. "That's ok." I replied. "You can still feel pleasure. Awesome pleasure." And I began sucking his dick. It may not get hard, but at least it didn't shrivel up, and I had 5 nice soft inches to roll around my mouth. I worked his dick and balls while he moaned like a cheap whore and I was rewarded with a steady stream of pre cum. This was almost better than when he pumped his load down my throat. Now I got a steady supply of his salty teenage essence to swish around my mouth. I really have no idea how long I nursed on his cock before I pulled off. I got up and produced a mirror. In no time, I had chopped up four nice lines. I pulled out a 50 dollar bill and rolled it, quickly snorting my two lines before I passed it to TJ. Like a pro, he snorted his two right down. I handed him the popper bottle as I rolled him over. Soon, TJ was moaning and panting as I worked my magic on his hairy boy hole. I would alternate my licking and sucking with sliding a finger in and out. Soon I was sliding two fingers in the straight boys pussy, and either he didn't notice, or he was too wrapped up in the pleasure I was giving him to care. After maybe 45 minutes, an hour, who knows, it was a long time, I sat up and sneaked a little shard that I stuck up his ass. "What the fuck? Why is it burning?" He howled, wanting to know. "Relax dude." I reassured him. "It's just a little bootie bump. Another way to enjoy T. It'll stop in a minute. Hit the poppers and relax." He huffed the poppers as I went back to eating his hole. He was soon relaxed again and I pulled out a toy. It was a three speed prostate massager, thin, and with a bulbous head. The perfect device to really start to prepare him for the real thing. I slipped the round head into him. "What the fuck is that?" He asked looking back at me." "It's a prostate massager." I told him as I pushed it in deeper. I was surprised he didn't object to it more, but I guess, as long as it wasn't my dick, he was ok with that. He just hit the poppers as I pushed it deeper into him. When I had it pressed against his magic spot, I turned on the low speed. "Oooooohhhhhhhhh." He let out a long guttural groan. He didn't say a word, he just moaned and groaned as I rubbed the toy back and forth across his prostate. I rolled him onto his back so I could return to nursing on his cock. As soon as I took him into my mouth, I hit the next speed on the toy. TJ's moans grew louder and he placed his hands on my head, holding against his crotch. I sucked the boy for about 20 minutes before he started shaking and twitching a bit. "Oh fuck dude! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I'm gonna fucking cum!" As soon as he said that, I put the vibrator on high speed and really worked his prostate. He grabbed two fistfuls of my hair, crying out in ecstasy as his body convulsed and my mouth was flooded with his watery cum that poured out of his limp dick. I was so turned on, I stood up and moved over to TJ's head. I dropped my shorts and started stroking my big cock. "Let me come on your face!" I begged him. "What? No way dude!" A surprised TJ said as he opened his eyes to see my big cock just inches from his face. I didn't say a word. I just picked up the 50 dollar bill off of the coffee table and placed it on his chest. "Just close your eyes and mouth and the 50 is yours." I whispered. TJ grabbed the 50 and scrunched his face up like he was in pain. That pushed me over. Rope after rope of cum coated his face. I covered his eyes, his lips, his nose so it ran down his cheeks. Soon, I was drained and my straight skater boy looked like a cheap whore at a bachelor's party. I grabbed his boxer briefs off the floor and tossed them over his face. I smiled as I watched him wipe my fluids off of his face with his own underwear, dreaming of the day when my dirty fluids would be inside him.

[ There is a mention about escorts in this (and earlier) chapters. From the info in the alert, I think it should be OK since its in a section of fictional stories and this story is complete fiction ] Part 46 - Pool time The next few days were quiet as they recovered from their trip to San Francisco. Joe sent a message off to Greg with several questions about the job and a separate one about meeting for fun. He didn’t feel he could charge Greg but was unsure how to handle it. He decided to just meet and not mention anything about money and not accept it if Greg gave it to him. Joe’s other phone buzzed with a message and he hauled it out. The message was from Greg. “Let’s meet at the Palomar Hotel tomorrow. I’ll get room. Mind if its a group?” Joe replied “Sounds good. What time? Group OK, I think. Who?” His main phone buzzed and he had answers to most of his work questions from Greg. While he was reading the messages his second phone buzzed and Greg’s response was “4pm. A couple future co-workers.” Joe then sent a message to the intern he met on the interview before Christmas. “Hi. This is Joe. We met when Greg gave me the tour after my 2nd interview. Can we talk?” Raphi replied back a little while later “yeah. now?” Joe walked out on the balcony and took a big hit off the joint and stubbed it out. He called Raphi and he asked several questions about the job, the workplace, work hours, and then finally asked about the people there. “Yeah, its the people that make this a great place to work” Raphi said. “We work hard, but we play hard too. Sometimes its G rated stuff - bowling, softball or sand volleyball. Stuff like that. But some of the people like to have more, uh, adult fun. Drinking, dancing, partying, and…” Raphi stopped. “And?” Joe asked. “Can I ask you a personal question, Joe?” Raphi asked nervously. “Yeah, no problem” replied Joe. “I think I know the answer, but I want to be sure. Are you, uh… gay or bi?” asked Raphi. Joe laughed and said “Yeah, I am.” “Oh good. My gaydar has always sucked and I misinterpret guys all the time. I can never tell if someone is just being friendly or hitting on me. Anyway, the reason I asked is that some of the guys at work have sex parties sometimes. I’ve heard they’re really wild. I haven’t gone to one yet, I’ve been too nervous” Raphi said. “My turn to ask a personal question, then” said Joe and Raphi said “Sure” in his usual, exuberant voice. “Are you nervous because you’re a virgin?” Joe asked. “Oh fuck no! I lost that years ago. I, uh, just never, uh… done it in a group” Raphi replied. “Ah, that’s cool. Don’t worry about it. Maybe start small with two or three other people and then try larger groups when you’re ready. Just remember, it can be fun to go outside your comfort zone” Joe said. “Yeah, thanks. I hope you decide to take the job. You seem like a cool guy and I think it would be fun to work together. If they’ve offered you a job then they really want you. Its very tough to get a job there. Most people don’t last through the first interview. I heard they only gave four second interviews” Raphi said. “Oh wow. Thanks for the heads up. I’ll be talking to you later. Maybe we can grab coffee or a beer later in the week” Joe replied. “Yeah, that would be cool. Maybe you can tell me the strange place where Greg found you then, hehe” Raphi said. Joe chuckled and said “Uh, maybe. Bye” and hung up the phone. Joe and Kyle put on their swim suits and grabbed a few beers before going to the hot tub downstairs. They took their t-shirts and sandals off and slid into the hot bubbling water. They discussed Joe’s job offer and how they wished they could be naked and fuck each other out in public. They made comments about some of the guys laying out by the main pool and realized why Mark liked this apartment complex since it seemed that it was filled with hot guys. They heard a noise behind them and when they turned they saw two guys setting their drinks down and getting into the other side of the tub. They took in the sight of the newcomers who smiled back and were obviously checking Joe and Kyle out. “Hi, mind if we join you?” asked the blond haired guy. “No problem” Kyle replied. The new guys tossed their towels to the side and both were wearing speedos that left little to the imagination. The blonde guy was tall and thin and seemed to be completely shaved, with no pubic hair showing above his low cut orange speedo. The other guy was a chocolate skinned black guy with his hair in a mohawk, a few inches taller than his friend and while also thin, had a lot of definition to his muscles. His cock, while seemingly soft left a large bulge in his yellow swimsuit. “I’m Adam and this is Wes” the blond guy said and Joe introduced themselves. Joe looked over and Adam and Wes were sitting close together with their hands underneath the bubbling water, which he assumed meant they were groping each other. “I don’t think I’ve seen you guys around before. Did you guys just move in?” Wes asked. “We’re out visiting my brother for the holidays and thought we’d come down here and enjoy the weather and the views” Joe replied. “Ah, cool. Are you two… uh… together?” Adam then asked. “Yeah, Joe’s my boyfriend. But… we’re… uh… open” Kyle responded and then winked. Both Adam and Wes smiled before Adam said “We’re roommates but sometimes we play together.” There was a minute of silence while it seemed everyone was checking each other out more thoroughly. “Nice tattoo” Adam commented. “Thanks. My brother got it for me as my graduation gift. Now I just have to graduate!” Joe said with a chuckle and everyone laughed with him. Adam and Wes started to move across the hot tub near Joe and Kyle. Adam reached out and traced parts of the tattoo on Joe’s arm and then chest. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to be that rude. I just haven’t been up close with any guys that have a tattoo and it fascinates me. I don’t think I could stand the pain to have something like that done” Adam said. Joe chuckled again and said “No problem, I like hot guys touching me. The tattoo didn’t hurt too much. Just the chest part, really, and it wasn’t too bad.” Joe glanced over and Wes was getting close to Kyle. He looked back and Adam was moving in to kiss Joe, so he put his arm around Adam and pulled him in. Their lips touched and then Joe parted his lips and pressed his tongue to Adam’s lips. The kiss got more intense and Joe heard a moan come from Kyle and Wes’s direction. The two pairs were making out for several minutes until Adam broke the kiss and sat down next to Joe. His hand quickly made it’s way to Joe’s crotch where he found a stiff cock straining against his swimsuit. Adam grasped Joe's cock and then stroked it slowly. Kyle was rubbing Wes’s bulge and watching the snake grow longer and thicker until it started to crawl out of his speedo. Kyle looked up at Wes and grinned before licking his lips. Wes looked over at Joe and Adam who were kissing again while Adam stroked Joe’s cock underneath the water. Wes said “We should probably go inside before we get busted again.” Adam reluctantly ended the kiss and agreed. Adam and Wes went back over to the other side of the tub and got out, covering their hard cocks by wrapping their towels around their waists. Joe and Kyle started to get out of the pool doing the same and dropped their empty beer cans in the trash. They started to walk back towards the building, with Joe and Kyle in the lead. Once inside, they got on the elevator and Adam hit 3, for their floor. The four walked down the hall to Adam and Wes’s apartment and went in. As soon as they were inside, everyone stripped off their swimsuits and Adam led everyone into his bedroom. Joe turned Adam around and backed him up to the bed before pushing him back so he laid down on one side of the bed. “Damn, you have another tattoo” Adam said as he tried to look closer at it. “Yeah I do” Joe said as he climbed on top of Adam. “Fuck! He’s got a third one too” exclaimed Wes as he spotted the biohazard tattoo on Joe’s calf. “What? Let me see!” Adam said excitedly. Joe climbed off and then turned around, showing Adam the back of his leg. “Oh, shit! You’re poz, aren’t you?” Adam said. “Yeah I am” Joe replied. Kyle moved back and let Wes see the tat above his cock. “Fuck. You too?” Wes said. “We can play safe” Joe said, sensing reluctance from Adam. “I don’t care. I’m on prep, so I’m good” Wes said. Adam looked to be white as a ghost. “Uh… I… uh… don’t fuck with poz guys. Sorry” Adam said. Joe decided to push a bit, since he really wanted to fuck Adam. “Are you on prep?” he asked. “No” Adam replied. “Then you always fuck with condoms then. Right?” Joe probed a bit more. “No, I prefer it raw” Adam said after several seconds. “Then its just a matter of time. There’s lots of guys out there that don’t know they’re poz and will tell you they’re neg. Theres even some guys that know they’re poz and will lie just to fuck you. You’ve probably already taken poz loads and you didn’t even know it” Joe said in an almost scholarly voice. “No, I’m really careful” Adam said. “Dude, that’s stupid. I’ve been telling you for over a year to get on it” Wes said as he started to move towards the door, dragging Kyle with him. “You wouldn’t fuck with a poz guy even with a condom?” Joe asked as he looked down at Adam. “No. I’ve had them break before” Adam said. Joe stepped back and started towards the door. As soon as he got out into the living room and was reaching for his swimsuit, Wes called to him and motioned him into the other bedroom. Wes pulled them in close and said “Fuck yeah! Now I get to get tag teamed by a couple of hot poz guys!” Joe looked at Kyle and then said “As long as you end up fucking both of us too.” “Hell, yeah!” Wes replied and the three of them moved on to the bed. Joe moved in front of Wes and Kyle behind him and soon Wes had a cock in his throat and a tongue up his ass. His rock hard, nine inch, thick cut cock was dripping precum almost immediately on the bed while Joe and Kyle used him. No mention had been made about condoms and Kyle didn’t see any around. He did spot a bottle of poppers next to a bottle of lube and quickly grabbed both of them. He did two hits from the brown bottle and then dripped some lube on Wes’s pulsing hole. Kyle worked his finger in and forced some lube inside. He worked his finger in and out and then added a second finger. Wes was moaning around Joe’s cock as his hole got opened up. Joe was slowly fucking his cock into Wes’s mouth and then into his throat. Joe knew that Wes was really good at sucking and deep throating cock and seemed to be enjoying every second. He tried to pace it so that he didn’t blow his load down Wes’s throat. He wanted to plant his load deep in that hot bubble butt. Kyle couldn’t wait to get his cock in Wes’s hole so he pulled his fingers out and slicked up his cock with lube and moved in. He passed the poppers to Joe and then slid his cock into the quickly closing hole. He pushed in slowly, sinking his cock all the way in with one long stroke. A muffled “Oh fuck yeah” came from Wes and Kyle felt Wes clamp down on his cock when he got all the way in. Kyle started rolling his hips and drilled his raw cock into Wes’s hungry pussy. The harder he fucked the harder Joe’s cock got driven into Wes’s throat. Joe and Kyle had fucked many guys like this and it never seemed to get old. Joe’s cock was getting treated like few other times when they had spit roasted guys. No matter how hard Kyle fucked, Wes was still using his tongue and throat to massage and pleasure his cock. He finally had to pull his cock out of Wes’s mouth to prevent himself from cumming. He held up the poppers to Wes’s nose and let him breathe in. Kyle put his hands on Wes’s shoulders and forced his head into the mattress. He got up on his feet and started to pound into Wes, his cock plunging deep into his tunnel. His precum had been coating Wes’s insides and making it easy to fuck him hard. Kyle began to moan as his balls tightened. Wes started to beg in between thrusts - “Fuck yeah” “drill that ass” “fucking breed me.” The last one told Kyle everything he needed to know and began to feel his cock pulse as he shot his toxic seed deep inside Wes’s prep'd neg hole. He wasn’t going to be able to knock Wes up, but it still felt good. When the shots stopped, Kyle thrust in a few more times and pulled out. He heard a whimper from Wes, but his hole was not empty long before Joe took his turn. Wes’s hole was slick and still gaping when Joe shoved in all the way and Wes let out a loud moan. This was a feeling Joe loved, an eager hole filled with poz cum coating his cock. Joe knew he wouldn’t last long, since Wes’s oral skills had taken him to the edge several times already. He reached forward and pulled Wes up, so they were both upright while Joe drilled his cock in. He whispered into Wes’s ear “It feels good having that poz load inside you, doesn’t it?” Wes replied with a “Mmmhmm.” “You like taking the forbidden seed, right?” Joe continued as his hips slammed into Wes’s ass. “Oh yeah” Wes moaned. “One day you’ll stop taking the meds and let it happen, won’t you?” Joe teased and got “Mmmhmm” from Wes. Joe was a little surprised at Wes’s response, but it turned him on even more. Four more thrusts and his cock showered Wes’s guts with another toxic load of cum. They both yelled out when Joe’s orgasm hit and Joe held Wes tight, lightly biting his neck. Joe and Wes slowly fell to the bed, Joe’s cock still inside Wes. Kyle joined the two of them and they laid there recovering for several minutes. Wes’s cock was semi hard and Kyle leaned down and began to suck on it. He tasted the sweat and the precum that had been dripping out while they had been fucking Wes. It quickly got rigid and filled Kyles mouth with its girth. Wes smiled as Kyle sucked and Joe played with his nipples. “You boys want my neg seed in those poz cunts?” Wes said and was greeted with both saying “Mmmhmm” as they continued getting Wes aroused. Wes got up and pushed Kyle off the bed and bent him over. He took the bottle of lube and pushed some into Kyle’s hole with a pair of fingers. It was obvious to Kyle that this fuck wasn’t going to be gentle. A third finger joined in and Wes twisted his fingers around, stretching Kyle open. Wes yanked his fingers out and slapped his hard cock on Kyle’s ass. He spread the cheeks apart and rubbed his cock up and down and then without warning jabbed it into Kyle’s hole. “FUCK!” Kyle yelled. This was the biggest cock that Kyle had taken in a while and Wes was just ripping into his ass. Kyle buried his face into the bed, letting it muffle his screams. He tried to get his body to relax but it took longer than he wanted. After almost two dozen thrusts he got used to the brutal invasion from Wes’s cock. His ass was burning, but it started to feel good. He turned his head and started to moan and that seemed to spur Wes on to fuck harder and go that extra bit deeper, hitting his inner ring. Kyle’s eyes rolled back and a new wave of pain spread through his body. Soon, that too dissipated and Kyle’s moans returned. Wes pounded Kyle like that for several minutes and then Kyle felt his cock get even thicker. “UGHHH UGGHHH AAAAHHHHHHHHH” screamed Wes as Kyle felt his guts get filled with cum. He couldn’t feel any pulses from Wes’s cock, it just seemed like a flood of hot cream was getting pumped into him. Joe stood there looking in awe of what happened to Kyle and was bracing himself for similar treatment. Wes pulled his cock out of Kyle’s hole and a mixture of cum and blood dripped out down his balls and legs. Kyle crawled up on to the bed and laid there face down and Wes slapped his ass. “Thats why I love fucking poz guys. They know how to take cock and love it rough.” Wes said. He sat down on the bed, rubbing Kyle’s back when they heard from the doorway “Can I join in?” It was Adam. He was shaking and still pale. “Sure, bring the condoms” Joe said. “No. No condoms. You’re right. I am playing with fire and didn’t want to admit it. At least this way I’ll know when it happens” Adam said. “You sure about this? We’re not on meds” Kyle said, turning his head back towards Adam. “Uh… Yeah” Adam replied. Kyle got up from the bed, feeling more cum drip down his leg and motioned Adam over. Wes got up and moved to the other side of the bed and motioned for Joe to kneel on the bed with his ass over the edge. Wes lubed up Joe’s hole and then tossed the bottle over to Kyle. Adam climbed on the bed and Kyle said quietly “On your back.” Kyle rolled Adam on to his shoulders and began to rim his hairless ass. He sucked Adam’s balls into his mouth, one by one, and then feasted on the tight hole. He could still feel Adam’s body quiver but soon he also heard him moan. Curling his tongue, he worked it into Adam’s tight hole, feeling it relax the more his tongue poked in. Kyle brought his index finger up and slowly pushed it in, getting the spit inside. He knew that Adam was too nervous and too tight to just use spit for lube and leaned back and dripped some of the lube over his pucker. Kyle’s finger slid in much easier now and he tried to get the lube in deeper. Joe and Wes had been watching up to this point and then Wes started to lube up Joe’s ass too. Kyle added a second finger and felt Adam loosen up and didn’t feel him shaking any more. The moans got louder from Adam and Kyle knew he had gotten over his fear. A third finger went in and Adam’s hole opened up nicely. After a few quick strokes of his lubed hand on his cock, Kyle lowered Adam down and lined his cock up. He wasn’t even sure if Adam had ever had a pierced cock in his ass, but he soon was going to. Kyle locked his eyes on Adam’s and he saw that combination of fear and lust that he knew from every neg guy he had fucked since he converted. Kyle slowly pushed in and felt Adam’s hole clamp down. “You sure about this?” he asked and Adam nodded ‘yes’. Adam took a deep breath and his hole loosened up and Kyle’s cock popped inside. He let Adam get used to it before rocking his hips, getting his cock in deeper with each stroke. Kyle chuckled to himself thinking that as brutal a fuck Wes had just given him, he was doing the opposite with Adam. His strokes got longer and longer and his precum began to add to the spit and lube he had used. Adam was staring at him, never blinking as he started slow and worked up to a full fuck. His pubic hair was hitting against the hairless pussy and he saw a smile come across Adam’s face. Soon there was the slapping sound of two bodies slamming into each other as Wes was pounding Joe while Kyle fucked Adam. Wes was holding back, trying not to scare Adam any more than he already was. Joe was relieved that he was being spared the savage fuck that Kyle had gotten. Groans and moans filled the room with the skin slapping sounds. The pace seemed to pick up in spurts. First Kyle would fuck faster and Wes would match it, then Wes would speed up and Kyle would follow suit. Kyle knew he was close and he looked down at Adam, trying to decide whether to pull out or not when Adam said “Breed me.” Kyle needed no more encouragement and jack rabbited his cock into Adam’s hole before slamming in deep and unleashing a huge load of charged cum inside Adam’s neg hole. Wes heard Adam’s comment and Kyle’s subsequent orgasm and started to pound Joe’s ass hard. Just as hard as he had Kyle’s. Joe wasn’t prepared for it and his body recoiled from the sudden attack. His hole gripped Wes’s shaft like a vice and it just made things more painful. It also caused Wes to start to shoot his load deep inside Joe. When Wes’s cock stopped throbbing and pumping his seed in, Wes pulled his cock out and stood there panting. Kyle pulled his cock out of Adam and climbed off the bed. Joe scooted over got between Adam’s legs and asked “You want another one?” Adam nodded and Joe slid his rock hard cock into Adam’s creamy hole. Kyle walked over to Wes and got on his knees and started to clean his cock of the slime from Joe and his ass. Wes’s cock stayed hard even though he had just fucked and bred two guys. He was fixated on Joe fucking Adam. Joe wasn’t as gentle as Kyle was, but Adam seemed to be ok with it. Joe pushed Adam back and folded him up, getting better leverage to drill into his neg cunt. His long strokes sometimes got too long and he pulled all the way out and drove right back in, causing a gasp to come from Adam. The cum from Kyle kept Adam lubed up and the force of Joe’s cock was pushing some of the creamy goodness out and around the base of Joe’s cock. “You want my load too?” asked Joe as he started to fuck harder. Kyle stopped sucking to hear Adam’s response. “Fuck yeah, breed me too!” yelled Adam. Joe slowed down and slammed in, waited a moment then slowly pulled back before doing it again. Joe looked deep into Adam’s blue eyes and gave one final shove, leaving his cock in deep as his balls pumped his virus laden cum into Adam’s unprotected hole. He pulled back half way and drove his cock back in, feeling a few more spurts shoot inside. He leaned forward and kissed Adam deeply before leaning back and pulling his cock out. Adam stretched his legs out and laid there on Wes’s bed and said “That was fuckin’ hot. I can’t believe I actually did it.”

MAC MEN 4: GEARING UP (THE SHUDDER CHRONICLES CONTINUES) A few days after my loadswap with Bryan at the gym, Angel picks me up in his Jeep to go buy some gear. On the way to the leather store, I tell him all about my seeding adventure with Bryan in the gym storeroom. “I loved watching him cum while trying not to scream out,” I say. “I’m going to be replaying that moment in my mind for years. It was like a performance.” “As it should be,” says Angel. Angel pulls up in front of the leather store, the appropriately named Skin2Skin and parks. “I’m proud of you, Randy,” he says. “For breeding that stud in the store room at the gym, man, and taking his load, too. And thanks for letting me know that room is there. I might have to make use of it myself sometime.” “I want more,” I say. Angel turns to me and smiles. “A cum junkie is born,” he says, laughing. “Have you done this with other guys?” I wonder. “Done what?” he asks. “Taken them under your wing like this.” “Not like you,” he insists. “I’ve never propositioned a client at the computer store before, like I did to you. I try to keep it professional at work, believe it or not. But there was something about you. I thought you were hot, yeah, but it was more than that. I felt like it was my duty to corrupt you, that that was something that needed to happen.” Hearing all this makes me feel amazing. I give his beefy thigh a squeeze and start to move it up to his crotch. “Well, I’m glad you did.” “Now, let’s go, horny boy,” he says, pulling my hand away. “Ron’s expecting us.” “Does he know I watched you guys on cam?” I say, getting out of the jeep. “He knows all about you,” says Angel, leading me into the store. “He’s been looking forward to this.” I thought Ron was hot on the webcam. In person, he’s an absolute fucking knockout; blondish-brown shaggy hair, a little scruff, golden California tan, and a few well-placed tattoos. He’s dressed in leather pants with red stripes down the side and a crotch pouch that unsnaps and a zipper up the crack for easy access. The pants hug his muscled legs and ass perfectly. On top, he wears a zip-up leather vest that’s half unzipped, revealing a pair of hairy, juicy pumped up pecs and nipples that obviously like to be played with. Both bulging biceps sport black leather bands. “Hey Angel,” he says, his voice deep and rich with just a hint of a California Valley Boy. “Is this the man of the hour?” “I’m Randy,” I say offering my hand. Ron gives it a good, firm shake. “You got a little while?” he asks. “I do,” I say. “Good,” says Ron. “It takes a little time to find the perfect fit. You don’t want to rush it.” For the next hour or so, I try on all kind of gear; from leather pants, chaps and harnesses to Lycra wrestling singlets to assless rubber briefs. Each time I step out of the fitting room, Angel and Ron give me the thumbs up or thumbs down. If a look gets a thumbs up, they usually grope their crotches, too. I can see Angel’s delicious dick nearly poking off of the top his Puma gym shorts. Ron’s fucktool is snaking down the left leg of his leather pants and every time I come out, it’s at little bit further down. I narrow down the items I want to buy one pair of leather pants with laces up the side, one pair of rubber chaps, a maroon and white N2N wrestling singlet, a Nasty Pig jockstrap, and a leather harness that really frames my pecs. I know I shouldn’t be spending this kind of money but it’s all so sexy, and Angel and Ron gave me such positive sexy feedback, that I can’t resist. “So what’s the damage?” I say, pulling out my credit card. “That depends,” says Ron, running his hand over the leather pants that top my stack of gear. “Oh, this is going to be good,” says Angel with a smirk. “Retail, you’re looking at $680,” says Ron. I let out a heavy sigh. “But I’ll take 10 percent off for every minute you can go without shooting your load once you’re in my ass.” “What?” I say. “You heard me,” says Ron. I had a feeling things might be headed this way. Breeding seems to just happen when Angel’s around. My cock gets instantly hard in my shorts. “And I’m here to keep both you fuckers honest,” says Angel gesturing to his digital wristwatch. “In that case,” I say, trying to rise to the occasion and call their bluff, “I’d like to add a couple of items.” I walk to the T-shirt rack and pick out the muscle T that says “LOADING ZONE” and grab a leather cock ring from the display by the register and toss it on top of my stack. “Get leathered up, stud,” says Ron, walking to the front door and putting the closed sign in the window. “Let’s drain those nuts and break in some of that gear.” Angel pulls the chaps and harness from my stack of purchases and shoves them at my chest. “You heard the man,” he says. “He wants you to fuck your cum into him.” Once I’m all geared up, Ron beckons us through one door into a cramped, cluttered office then opens yet another door behind the desk. “Step in to my fuckden,” he says with an evil smirk. Angel and I follow him inside. The room’s about 15 feet by 15 feet. Three of the walls are covered with an erotic mural of men of different body types and races, some geared up, some naked, all hot as fuck and all engaged in the act of giving or receiving semen. “You finished it,” says Angel admiringly. “Not quite,” says Ron. “One more wall left.” “That’s you,” I say, pointing a hot stud in the middle of the tangle of men. “So it is,” says Angel who clearly hasn’t seen it before. “Do I really make that face when I unload?” “Oh yeah,” says Ron. “It’s awesome. And the veins in your neck pop out just like that.” I was so distracted by the mural that I didn’t see Ron get down on his knees. Before you know it my cock is down his throat. He pulls off it after a few strokes and looks up at me. “I was going to suck you hard but you’re already hard as fuck,” says Ron. “So fuck it,” he says, unzipping the zipper that goes up his crack and exposing his hot hole, “get it ready for my ass and let’s seal this transaction with a little DNA.” Ron climbs up onto the leather-covered bed and pulls his legs up by his shoulders, exposing his perfect hairy hole to me. “You’re not going to last 30 seconds,” taunts Angel. “I know, I’m probably not,” I laugh, squirting some Spunk lube on my cock. I climb up on the bed and place my throbbing cockhead at Ron’s hole. “Just a second, Randy,” says Angel, setting the stopwatch on his wristwatch. “I’m so horned up, I don’t even remember what the rules are,” I stammer. “10 percent off per minute you don’t blow,” says Ron. “Starting…NOW!” says Angel pushing my ass forward and slamming me into Ron’s sweet hole. “Unnnnnnngh!” groans Ron, taken aback by the sudden invasion. “Oh God. Fuck, you feel good.” “So do you,” I say, already feeling a tingle in my balls. “This is going to be harder than I thought.” “Wait till he starts talking dirty,” says Angel. “Thirty seconds.” “I’m really good at it.” I manage to give Ron a few long, solid ass-strokes without feeling too much stirring in my gonads. But then Ron looks starts talking. “I know how full your balls are, Randy. Every time you disappeared in that dressing room, I stole a look through the curtain and watched them bouncing around, knowing that what was inside them was going to be inside me.” “Oh fuck,” I groan. “You’re so fucking hot.” “I can’t wait to feel you shoot in me,” he says, punctuating his words with contractions in his ass muscles. Oh shit, the tingling in my balls intensifies with each contraction. “I think you can wait,” I say, shifting my hips from side to side so I can go at that hot hole from differing angles. “The longer I go, the more money you lose…but the more pleasure you get. You want me to last, too, because you’re loving this cock inside you.” “One minute,” says Angel. “Ten…fucking…percent…off!” I say, punctuating each word with a balls-deep thrust, the last of which nearly costs me the whole ball game. “Cum fucker,” says Ron. I freeze right where I am. “Not quite there yet,” I say. “You can stop moving,” says Ron, “but you can’t pull out for more than a split second. That’s the rule.” Holding still seems to curtail my cumming…at least until Ron starts working his ass muscles again. “You can hold perfectly still, Randy. I’m still going to get your load,” growls Ron. “You know it and I know it. And wouldn’t you rather breed me while you were actually fucking than just holding still like a scared pussy?” I roll over on my back, keeping Ron impaled on my cock and let him ride me for a while. I normally tend not to come as easily in this position, but I feel like with a fuckstud like Ron working on my cock, no position is safe. I look up at him as he rides me and see that gorgeous Marlboro Man face, his sexy scruff flecked with hints of blonde and gray, his suckable nipples poking out of his leather vest. Jesus, he’s a fucking fantasy come to life. “You’re the kind of man I would see in a magazine and jack off over,” I gush. “And we all know I’m going to breed you. It’s just a matter of when.” “One minute, thirty seconds,” says Angel. Ron starts really bouncing up and down on my cock, working his ass muscles to try and milk out my load. I close my eyes and try think of things that aren’t sexy at all; nuns, car crashes, tax audits, Republicans, but it’s no use. He just feels too good. “Look at me, fucker,” says Ron. “Open your eyes and look at how good you’re making me feel.” When I open my eyes, I see Ron is holding his hard dick in one hand and the other is pulling a strand of precum from the head of it with his index finger. He shoves the finger in my mouth. “Slurp me down, Randy,” he commands. I do. It makes a loud slurpy sound as it hits my taste buds. “Fuck, sweet,” I say. “Two minutes,” says Angel. I throw Ron over on his side and spoon him while my cock pistons in and out of his perfect fuckhole. My balls are still churning but I’m able to edge myself pretty well. I’ll make it to 3 minutes, at least, I’m sure of it. At least I am until Ron starts talking again. “I’m going to keep your seed in me the rest of my shift,” he says. “And if any of my customers make a face, like they smell something, I’ll say, ‘That’s Randy’s cum. He blew a ton of it up my ass during lunchtime and it’s slowly oozing out.’ Then I’m going to take my finger to my hole and pull a big glob of it up to my mouth and eat it, right in front of them.” “Okay, two can play at this talking game,” I say to him, then start rattling off the Pledge of Allegiance, nursery rhymes, anything I can think of that doesn’t make me want to unload my fuckjuice right up this stud’s hole. “I think we need to shut Randy up,” says Angel, before crawling upon the bed and shoving his hard, dripping cock into my sputtering mouth. I want to spit it out and carry on talking but it just tastes too fucking good. Angel’s cock fits so well down my throat. I’m powerless over Angel’s cock. “Three minutes,” says Angel. “All right, I can live with that,” I say, pulling off Angel’s oozing dick. “I can’t wait anymore. I gotta breed this stud’s cumhole.” “Fuck yeah,” groans Ron. “Do it!” Angel hops off the bed, and pulls Ron’s legs up on his shoulders, placing his perfect pucker right at the head of my drooling dick. “Get ready for the cumflood, fucker,” I say between gritted teeth and slide my dick balls deep again. This new position feels better than any of the previous ones. I’m going to have to settle for 30% off because the only way I’d be able to last another minute is if a semi-truck drove through the room and knocked us apart from each other. “Come on, Randy,” growls Ron. “Fill me up with your stud sperm. I’ve been craving it all day. Thinking about how good it would feel when your cockhead starting expanding in me and those ropes up cum exploded all the way up my guts.” “Oh God, Ron,” I say, my hips taking on a life of their own as I pound and pound Ron’s perfect ass into the fuck bed, hearing the sexy squeak of the leather with every downstroke. “Breed me, breed me, breed me,” chants Ron, throwing his head from side to side. As I feel the cum start to evacuate my balls and race up my pistoning shaft, the images of all the studs on my mural blasting their loads flash through my mind like a rapid fire slide show. “I’m cumming, Ron. I’m cumming in your ass. Take…my….breed! Unnnnnngghhh. Unnnngh. Unnngh. Unnnnggh.” I let out a deep groan with every spurt of jizz that shoots into Ron’s guts. It seems to go on forever. “That was incredible,” I say, collapsing on top of him. “You were incredible,” says Ron. I pull out of Ron, watching a glob of my hot cum ooze out around my cockhead. “Thank you,” I say to Ron, then look to Angel. I climb down off the bed, assuming that the party’s over and it’s time for Skin2Skin to reopen it’s doors. “Randy, you’re really forgetting your manners,” says Angel. “What?” I say, clueless. “There are two sets of balls in this room that haven’t unloaded,” he explains, “but I guess you’re just about you now.” Angel laughs but I do feel a bit embarrassed. “Oh, I assumed you had to open the store back up so we were done,” I stammer. “We can take a little more time,” says Ron. “Especially since you barely lasted three minutes.” “Get on your back and spread that hole, fucker,” Angel says to me. “Hold on a second,” says Ron, running out of the room. He returns a few minutes later holding a skimpy pair of royal blue vintage Adidas running shorts. “Do me a favor. Lose the chaps and put these on,” he says, tossing me the shorts. “They belonged to the first guy I was ever with, the guy who got me hooked on breeding. He was a jock in school and lifeguard at the pool in my hometown when I was teenager. Brandon. He was seventeen and I was fifteen. He used to walk around in these all summer and he looked so fucking hot.” I strip out of the chaps and start to slip into the shorts. “They’re are all cummed up,” I say, stroking the crusty fabric. “At the end of the summer, before he went away to college, he jacked off in them and gave them to me,” says Ron. “And you’re going to add to it while I’m fucking you,” says Ron. “Hot,” I say. “How many loads would you say have been shot in these?” I ask as I feel my cock harden against the crusty nylon. “I just found them a couple of weeks ago when I went home for a visit,” so not that many yet. “Maybe twelve, not quite one a day, plus Brandon’s original load. My goal is for there to be hundreds.” I climb up on the bed and Ron grabs my legs and slides me down to the end of the bed so he can pound me standing up. Ron pulls the leg of the flimsy high-cut shorts to the side so can get at my hole then slides his 8-incher up and down my crack. Angel squirts lube onto Ron’s cock, then onto my ass and then next thing you know, Ron’s inside me. “Fuck, that feels incredible,” I say. “Good,” says Ron before sliding his dick completely out of my ass and then all the way back in. “Got a big load for you, too. I was in the middle of rubbing one out last night, maybe 20 seconds from cumming, when Angel called and said you were coming in today. So I thought, ‘I’m gonna save my juice for the newbie,’ and I stuck my cock back in my shorts and went to sleep.” “Fuck, yeah,” I say, stroking my cock in the shorts. “You gonna be able to cum again, Randy?” asks Angel. “He wants your load in those shorts.” “I’m already leaking,” I say, between groans. I see Angel disappear from my sightline. Soon enough, I feel his tongue on my ass right below where Ron’s dick is sliding in and out. “I wanna taste the tip,” says Angel. Ron pulls his dick from my ass and without missing a stroke, slides it down Angel’s throat. “Uuummmmm,” says Angel. Then it goes back in my ass, then back in Angel’s throat, ass, throat, ass throat, without missing a beat for at least a minute. Finally, Ron’s dick goes deep and stays deep and I hear Angel slurping at Ron’s ass, the ass I just flooded with my spunk a few minutes ago. “You tasting my spunk, Angel?” I ask. “Mmmm-hmmm,” he says, between slurps. “I gonna soup you up soon,” says Ron. “But I want you to soak those shorts before I cum or at the same time. You close?” “Getting there,” I say, jerking my cock against the sexy nylon. Angel moves on from his ass-to-mouth duty and climbs up on top of me, placing his hole right on my face. God, I love his hole. It’s just fucking perfect. I start darting my tongue in and out of his pucker while Ron starts picking up the pace. “Come on, fucker. You’re gonna take my breed,” he says, “and you’re going to spunk up those shorts for me. I know you got more cum in you. I know it.” “I wasn’t sure at first if I could,” I admit, pulling off Angel’s hole for a beat, “but now I know that I’m going to. You’re going to fuck it out of me.” “Get used to that idea, Randy,” says Angel, stroking his cock. “There have been times at Shudder where I was sure I was all cummed out and I ended up shooting like three more loads. You’re going to surprise yourself.” “Cum for me, fucker,” says Ron. “Just imagine the load I’m about to shoot into you is shooting right up your dick and out into those shorts.” “Oh God,” I say, feeling my sacs start to churn with the second cum, which is always more intense than the first. “It’s happening. Fuck me, Ron. Give me your fucking cum, stud.” Just then I feel Angel stick is hard dick next to mine in the shorts and start stroking them together. “Oh fuck,” he says, “looks like I’m going to be first. Oh fuck, I’m fucking shooting my spunk. Unnngh. Unnngh.” I feel Angel’s manload splatter all over my dick and hand inside the shorts. It’s hot and thick and chunky and it sends me over right the edge with him. “I’m fucking shooting, too!” I shout, this second orgasm even more intense that when I bred Ron. “Oh fuck…breed me, Ron…breed it out of me….fuckkkkkkkk!” “Here it comes, sexy,” says Ron, pulling his dick nearly all the way out, so I can feel the first spurt on my asslips, then sliding balls deep to unload the rest of his heavy fuckwad. “Feel that? It’s all going inside you. Every…last…fucking…. drop! Unghhhh. Unghhhh. Unghhhh!” Angel falls back on top of me, pressing my face against his heaving back muscles. A few minutes later, the three of us come back to earth. I feel Ron’s prick snake out of my ass. He pokes it into the shorts and adds the last dribbles of his spunk to mine and Angel’s. “Fuck, man,” says Ron, patting my cheeks. “That ass.” “Did I tell you?” laughs Angel. Holy shit, they’ve been talking about my ass behind my back. “Thanks, man,” I say, coolly. Damn, I always dreamed of being this kind of fuckstud, who has incredible cum drenched sex with superstuds all the fucking time, but I always thought it was just a fantasy. Now, thanks to Angel and my own fucking courage, I’m living it. As we untangle and start to get dress, I see Angel checking out a video on his iPhone. “Did you film some of that?” I ask. “Just the minute or so when you were breeding Ron,” he says. “We wanted to capture what you look like when you’re flooding a hot ass.” “For the mural,” explains Ron. I just smile.

Hey Guys - Thanks for the nice comments. Here's part three. As you can tell from my stories, I like it verbal. If anyone's into getting off on the phone, send me a message and let's hook it up. RR MAC MEN 3: GYM BAGGIN’ (THE SHUDDER CHRONICLES CONTINUES) We lie there together on the spooge-stained mattress for a while, then untangle ourselves and reluctantly slip back into our clothes. Before I leave the building, I turn around and look at the empty space and imagine it full of sweaty, primal man-fuckers. The thought of it makes me throb, even after I’ve dumped a huge load. Angel walks me out to the parking lot. “If you want some special gear to wear to the party, I can go with you to shop for it,” he says. “Like what?” “Chaps, a harness, a jock, some briefs with no ass, whatever you want,” he explains. “I get a discount. I have a friend who works at a place.” “A friend?” I say, cocking an eyebrow. “Yeah, a friend,” he says, “like you and I are friends. We hang out, we have fun, we swap things…stories…recipes…spunk.” “Let’s go in a couple of days,” I say. “I might not be able to walk tomorrow.” “I’m going to take that as a compliment,” smirks Angel. “Hold on, I got something in my car I want to give to you.” As Angel runs to his car, it notice the denim around his asscrack is darker than the fabric surrounding it. Could that be my fuckload? Is my manseed slowly leaking out of him? “Here,” he says, handing me a CD with no label. “What’s this?” “You’re probably going to want to work out extra hard before Shudder, not that you’re body’s not hot as fuck as it is. This is to help inspire you. Load it into your iPod and listen to it as you work out,” he advises me. “You probably won’t want to play it at any children’s birthday parties.” “Got it,” I say. “And don’t—I repeat, don’t--play it in your car on the way home,” he says. “I want you to be in a gym full of sweaty, pumped muscle fuckers when you hear it for the first time.” Angel laughs, imagining the moment. “Then text and tell me about it.” With that, he pushes me against my car and kisses me. I can still taste cum on his lips. “You did good today, Randy,” he says sweetly. “I can see it in your eyes. You’ve changed; there’s a confidence there, a kind of power. I’m proud of you.” “Thank you,” I say. I’m proud of me, too, because I’m not just dreaming it now. I’m living it. On the drive home, I get stuck behind an accident but I’m too blissfully worn out to care. To pass the time, I let some globs of cum seep out of my ass, reach into my sweats from the front, scoop it up and bring it to my lips. Each time I do this, my cock’s a little harder as my hand grazes past it. If other drivers notice, I don’t fucking care. The next morning, I wake up and for a few minutes, I wonder if everything that happened yesterday—the warehouse, the mattress, the marathon flip-fuck cum-swap with Angel—was just a dirty dream. But when I rise to walk to the bathroom, the sweet, hard-earned ache in my asshole says to me, “It happened, Randy. You fucking did it. It’s real.” I dress for the gym in a royal blue fitted Nike dry-fit tank and black nylon shorts that are cut a bit high to show off my cycler’s quads. I consider going commando but after what Angel said about the CD, I’m a little afraid not to. I load the disc Angel gave me into my Powerbook, that trusty, gleaming gadget that led me to my debauched destiny. The CD has ten tracks on it: 1) Where Do You Think I Want You to Shoot It? 2) Drop It Deep 3) Fuel Injected 4) Overflow / Lick It Up 5) Snowballer’s Chance in Hell 6) (Riding in on a) Carpet of Cum 7) How Many So Far? 8) Churn 9) Second Ring of Heaven 10) Deep Seeded Need I fight the temptation to listen and just transfer the tracks to my iPhone. I drive to the gym, check in and put my bag in a locker. I slip my earbuds in, check my appearance in the mirror—I look good. There’s a swagger there, I didn’t have before. From the back, I see my hard-earned V leading down to my glutes, which seem extra perky today. Could my butt be more toned from one breeding? I step onto the treadmill and lift my right foot on the sidebar, to stretch my hamstring before I jog my two-mile warm up. This stretch is another not-so-gentle reminder that my asshole is still deliciously sore from Angel. I press ‘Play,’ and wait. A warm synth pad fills my ears, then a tribal drumbeat kicks in on top of it. I’m thinking ‘Big deal, this is just a typical dance track,’ but then the vocal track kicks in. We’re not talking Rihanna or Ke$ha or some other dance diva of the moment. These vocals are pure testosterone. It’s men; full-throated, deep-voiced men, who were clearly recorded while in the act of fucking or getting fucked…or maybe fucking and getting fucked. My cock gets rockhard in my jock. It’s all so fucking loud and vulgar and hot that I quickly scan the gym floor to make sure know one else can hear it, that this is my little secret. I switch legs and keep listening to the cacophony of grunts and groans and moans and sighs, all artfully edited and looped together to form rhythm patterns and even melodies. Occasionally a word or phrase will pop out, like, “In me, fucker, in me,” “Breed it, baby,” or “Where do you think I want you to shoot it?” which is the title of this particular track. “What the fuck is on this CD?” I text Angel. I’m into my second mile, my cock so hard in my jock it hurts, when Angel texts me back. ‘Actual audio from Shudder parties.’ I imagine some hot teamster type running around the warehouse with a boom mic and a leaking dick hanging out of his cargo pants. ‘Genius,’ I text back. ‘Who put it together?’ ‘Oscar.’ ‘Who?’ ‘Bred me on cam for you.’ ‘Oh. Man of many talents.’ Have you gotten to ‘How Many So Far?’ It’s like Beyonce’s countdown song, but w/ loads. LOL.’ ‘Dick too hard to run. Hope you’re happy.’ I get off the treadmill and head to the free weight area. My dick stays rock hard through my workout as the hits just keep on coming. “Flood me, fucker, flood me. I feel it, I feel it shooting. Beg for it, boy. Beg. For. Seed.” Between sets of curls, I reach into my shorts and adjust my dick, so it’s pointing diagonally up. The leaking head is nearly popping out but it’s much more comfortable than the previous position. A track or two later--as robotic stud voice says, “Sperm Me,” over and over in my ears--I’m doing lat pulldowns when a tattooed Polynesian hunk in head-to-toe Underarmour flashes me a smile. I’ve seen this stud here before but never interacting with him. He’s an avid swimmer and I’ve often enjoyed watching him get out of the pool in his old school blue Adidas Speedo and strut those granite butt cheeks to the locker room but he’s always struck me as straight or unavailable. But that wasn’t a very straight smile. Sperm me sperm me sperm me sperm me. “What are you listening to?” he asks, between tricep push-downs. “You seem like you’re in another world.” “Is it that obvious?” I say. He nods. “It’s a hot mix of some sexy dance tracks a friend of mine put together. Very unique, one-of-a-kind kind of stuff.” “You know Oscar,” he says, with a grin. He tilts his head down and stares into my eyes, while his bulging tris contract and release. Oh shit, I think, we’re gonna fuck. I know it…right then. It’s fucking on. I’m going to be one of those guys I’ve always heard about and envied, those guys who fuck and breed at the gym. Who knows? I may have to start allotting extra time into my workouts for buttfucking. I’m sure this kind of thing happens to Angel and his posse all the time, but it’s excitingly novel to me. A hungry smile, a loaded look and few carefully selected words are uttered and bam, it’s fucktime. “Well, actually, I haven’t met Oscar, face to face,” I say, straddling the bench for another set of pull-downs, “but a friend of mine is a good friend of his so you know…” “There’s some kind of DNA connection there,” he says. “Bingo,” I say. When I stand up from the bench, I feel cool air on my cockhead but I’m not sure if it’s real and my dick’s popping out or in my mind because I’m so boned. I’m afraid to look so I just walk over to the guy and offer him my gloved hand. “I’m Randy,” I say. “Bryan,” he says, taking my hand in his and giving it a long leather-to-leather squeeze, “with a Y.” “You’ve heard Oscar’s mixes, I take it?” “Actually, no,” says Bryan. “But I’ve heard of Oscar’s mixes. I’ve always wanted to check them out.” “Come do crunches with me in the aerobics studio. You can have one earbud, I’ll have the other.” “God, that’s so intimate,” he says, with a laugh. “I know,” I say. We walk together to the aerobics room and sit on the floor facing the mirror. I put one earbud up to his right ear. “I’m going in, okay?” I whisper. “Please,” he says. I insert his earbud, then put the other in my left ear. “We have to stay close together,” I say. “Okay,” he says. I scroll through the titles I haven’t heard yet and pick “Churn.” Side by side, Bryan and I do work our ab muscles and listen to a slow burn of a jam, like if Sade had a cock. It features a recurring sample of what sounds like a wet, sloppy used asshole getting reamed for the umpteenth time. That’s probably exactly what that is. Turned on beyond words, we pour our libidos into our workouts and try to out sweat each other, matching each crunch to the beat as the track reaches it’s bellowing climax with a chorus of deep-voiced studs chanting, “Seed him! Seed him! Seed him! Seed him! Seed him! Seed him!” and then a lucking top groaning, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuucckkk!” We fall back onto our backs and look up at the ceiling, which has a mirror on it that I’ve never noticed before. “Oh my God,” I gasp. “I think I was actually at that party,” remarks Bryan. “I think I was was one of the chanting guys. I don’t know whether I should sue or be flattered.” My eyes are glued to Bryan’s crotch in the mirror. His Underarmour tights look like they’re about to burst. Fuck, he’s packing. He does a series of small pelvic pumps, like a jackhammer then turns his head to face me. “Go move that curtain to the right,” he says, gesturing with his dimpled chin to a long piece of fabric that covers one of the side walls. “I would but I can’t get up. You know why.” “You think I can?” I ask. “At least you have regular shorts,” he says. “If I stand up, I could be arrested for public indecency.” I jump up and pull the curtain to reveal a door I’d never known was there. “See if it’s open,” he says. I do and it is. I look inside and discover a storeroom used for yoga mats, blocks, steps, etc. I look back and raise my eyebrows. “There’s a class in here in ten minutes,” he says. “If we go in, we can’t come out for at least an hour.” I think about the conference call I have for work in 45 minutes. Screw it. “I don’t have anywhere to be,” I say. “Except in those tights.” In one fluid movement, Bryan rises and darts into the storeroom, pulling me in with him and closing the door behind us. “Come over here,” he says, leading me to the corner where two stacks of plastic, shoulder-height step-aerobics steps form a barricade between the back wall and the door we entered through. He pulls me behind them, brings us both down to our knees and smiles. “Hey, fucker.” “Hey,” I say. “But what if the next class is a step class and they take our wall away?” “It’s yoga.” “You really know all the ins and outs around here,” I remark. “I used to teach spinning here,” he says. “Explains the ass,” I say. I reach around and put my hand on his Spandex covered ass. He gently moves it up to his lower back. “Just kiss me for a while,” he says. “Only kiss.” “Why?” I ask. “You’ll see.” Just then, the door opens and I hear the voice of two women; one I assume to be the instructor and the other, a student. They make small talk and grab mats from the stack that’s just in front of our wall of steps. All the while, Bryan and I kiss soft and gentle, not noisy, for obvious reasons. More yogis come in and grab mats. More kissing, our crotch bulges gently brushing against each other, back and forth. Finally, some New Age-y music kicks in and we hear the class start. Bryan pulls my shorts and jock down. My raging hard-on pops up and smacks my stomach. Just then, the door opens again. We duck down and freeze. A last-minute student grabs a mat, runs out and closes the door behind her. “Fucking latecomers,” I whisper. Bryan looks down at my rock hard cock. He taps his index finger on my leaking dickhead, then pulls it to his mouth. It connects in one long strand then snaps. He kisses me and I can taste my pre-cum. He pulls my shorts back up but pulls my dick off to the side of my jock then stands back to look at me. “I have a gym gear fetish,” he whispers, “and I’ve been wondering what your pretty cock would look like up against that silky nylon with no jock. Fuck, that’s nice,” he says. “Take a picture, it lasts longer,” I say, willing my dick to bob up and down in my shorts. “Fine,” Bryan says, before grabbing my iPhone, snapping a few pics of me with my gym shorts hard-on, and a few with my cock fully out. “My face showing?” “Yeah,” he says. “That a problem?” I’ve taken naked pictures of myself before, a few, but never with the face showing. “It’s not a problem,” I say. “True breeding fuckstuds are totally unapologetic,” I remember Angel saying to me yesterday during the afterglow on that cum-matted mattress. “They don’t care if people think they’re reckless whores because they know that deep down inside, everyone wishes that they could be that kind of free.” Bryan puts my iPhone down and goes down on my knob in one gulp. I stifle a moan. The yoga music isn’t nearly loud enough to drown out the kind of sounds I want to make. Bryan pulls his head off my cock, stands up and kisses me, deep and wet. I turn him around and grind my cock against his nylon-clad ass, caressing those pumped pecs beneath that skintight red Underarmour shirt. Fuck, they feel hot. I start to inch my hand around his waist to feel his amazing bulge. I touch cock way before I’m expecting to as it’s snaking halfway around his waist like a belt. “Holy shit,” I say. “Shhhh,” he says, laughing. When I crouch down to inspect his ass, I feel the soreness of my own ass. God, that’s incredible, experiencing a physical reminder of a recent red-hot fuckfest just as you’re about to embark on another one. I realize in that moment that life is about fucking--breeding and getting bred--and everything else that happens to us is just window dressing. I rub my hands all over his glorious nylon clad ass, then peel his tights down to reveal his rock hard globes. I spread them apart with my hands, then dive right onto his hole, tongue first. God, he tastes good, clean and warm and sweaty. I can tell me wants to shout all manner of indecencies at me, but instead he just breathes. I stand up and press my fuckstick into his crack. “I want in,” I breathe, then think, ‘Angel would be soooo proud of me.’ “I want you in,” he replies. “Give me a sec.” He skitters across the room, tights around his knees to the First Aid kit on the wall, digs behind a box of Band-Aids and produces a small tube of Wet. “From when I used to work here,” he explains. “It’s kind of old but who cares?” “Not me,” I say. Bryan gets my dick ready, being mindful not to use up all the lube. I’m guessing he wants us to flip but damn, my ass is sore. He removes the top few rows of steps so he can lay flat on the stack. I aim my cock at his sweet ass, touch the tip to his hole, then pause. “Hold on,” I say. “Were there any rubbers stashed in there?” “I didn’t see any,” he says, with a boyish shrug. “Oh well,” I say, then go balls deep in one long, slow stroke. Bryan lets out the loudest sound either of us has made since we entered the room, but it’s still not loud enough to be heard over the Enya playing in the next room. At least, I hope it’s not. It doesn’t take him long to get used to my dick. After a few slow strokes in and out, I bury it all the way in then slowly wiggle my hips back and forth, exploring every inch of his fuck chute. “God, you feel good,” he whispers. “Pound me.” I do just that, in long deliberate strokes, building up steam and then pulling back when I feel my balls start to pull up. Then when the need to seed dies down, I go back at it. I’m honing my skills with every fuck, I think. The mix of having control during sex and losing control during sex, the dance of that, is incredibly exciting to me. I want to be the kind of fucker who can masterfully take a partner and myself to the edge and over it—conscious of every stroke and caress—and also someone who is constantly surprised by new sensations and savage mindfucks. I want to develop mad-skills as a cocksman and still get get taken to other worlds by a great fuck. After a solid few minutes of pounding, Bryan stands up, arches back and whispers, “You’re about to fuck the cum out of me and all over this equipment.” “And the problem with that is?” I whisper back. “It’s not where I want it to go,” he says. He wants to breed me, too. I had a feeling he wanted to. That’s what I want, too. My ass is still so tender from yesterday but man, this stud is beautiful and I really want his fuckload. Besides, when I recount this story to Angel and say, “Yeah, he wanted to breed me, too, but then I pussied out,” it would not go over well at all. “I was hoping you’d say that,” I say, pushing in balls deep again. “So take your hands off your cock so you don’t shoot. I’m going to pound till I breed and then you’re going to knock me up, too.” “Do it,” he says, laying his sweaty, humpy pecs down on the steps. Bam, bam, bam, bam. The only sounds in the room are the slapping of my churning balls on his ass, our breathing and the Middle-Eastern flavored music coming from the class outside. Bam, bam, bam, bam. I feel my nut coming on…less than ten bams from now. Oh, fuck, make that five. “Take it,” I say, so faintly that I’m not sure Bryan can even hear me. “Take my flood of cum.” I collapse down on top of his back, our sweat soaked nylon tops rubbing together. “It felt like about seven jets,” I whisper to Bryan, my mouth right next to his ear. “How many did you feel?” He turns his head so we’re nose to nose, looking into each other’s eyes. “Fifty,” he says. “Now it’s your turn.” “I want to on my back,” I say. “I want to look up at your hot chest…your sexy fucking face.” “Well, there’s one mat left,” he remarks. “How convenient.” I pull off my shorts and jock, lie down on the last yoga mat and lift my legs in the air. Bryan pulls the front of his tight tank over his head, so it’s stretched across his broad shoulders. His small brown nipples jut out from the mountains of his pecs. God, what a man. He pulls his tights up, so his cock is out but his ass is covered in spandex and looks down at me. “We got fifteen minutes, tops,” he says. “You want me to eat you or just fuck?” “Just fuck,” I say. “I think that’s for the best,” he says. “I just got back from a trip with my sister, where we shared a room. No privacy. I haven’t unloaded in a week.” “Oh fuck,” I sigh, imagining the monster load I’m going to be walking out of here with. Bryan grabs my iPhone, tosses one earbud at my face and puts the other in his ear. “We might not be able to be loud,” he whispers, “but they can.” I stick my ear bud in. He places the phone on my abs and presses play. The final 10-minutes track of Oscar’s megamix kicks in: “Deep Seeded Need” just as Bryan shoves his cock in me. A stud growling, “Seed me, I need it,” in a gravelly voice is sampled and replayed over and over. It becomes like a mantra as Bryan fucks me, carefully to never pull too far away so as not to disconnect us from the music. He leans down and shoves his tongue in my throat as the track builds. Seed me, I need it. Seed me, I need it. Seed me, I need it. When a fucker on the track warns, “You’re gonna get it, boy!” Bryan pulls back, nods he head up and down frantically, then hammers his 7-day jizzload straight into my guts, every rope seeming to spray out on the downbeat. A warmth spreads all over my insides, but I’m not sure if it’s literal or just in my mind. I’ve read other barebackers online describing the “jizzjoy” that comes with being a breeding hole. Now I know what they’re talking about. Bryan’s cum-shudder seems to go on for minutes. If we had fifteen minutes for that fuck, it’s like he knew to a lot five for his orgasm. While watching him twitch and convulse, I understand something else about the Shudder philosophy. The men of this tribe know how to truly savor the breed. They make a show of it for whoever’s lucking enough to be on the receiving end of your load or in the room cheering you on or on the other end of that webcam with their own spurting dick in their hand. The party’s called Shudder so if you want to cum quietly, without making a spectacle of yourself, well, you’ve got the wrong party. The feeling of Bryan’s cummy cock snaking out of me is pure fucking heaven. Cumscent permeates the room. I could smell my load when I was getting fucked, but I thought it might have just been in my mind, part of the whole fuck frenzy. Now that we’ve both inseminated and we’re back on earth, the smell is undeniable. “Smells like fuckloads,” Bryan says, taking a big, sweet whiff. “Yeah,” I say. “About fifty of them.” At the same time, we both realize that it’s gone silent in the yoga room. “Oh no,” I whisper. Then we hear a chorus of “Namastes” followed by some light applause for the teacher. “Shit,” Bryan says. His cock bounces against his thighs leaving cum streaks as we scramble to get the steps stacked back up and then disappear behind them. The door opens just as we duck down. The class members stream in to dump their yoga mats. I notice a cum drop catch the light on our fuckmat just before the first class member’s mat plops down on top of it. I’m relieved it doesn’t make a squelching sound. As Bryan and I wait for the parade of yogis to end, we finger each other’s cum-slick assholes, lick our fingers, kiss each other and wallow in our own cumneed. “That class was really special for some reason,” one of the students says to the teacher. “There was a connectedness to it, a real fluidity.” ‘We’ve got your fluidity right here,’ I think to myself and smile at Bryan. “Thanks, Tami,” says the teacher, before shutting off the light. The last thing she says before shutting the door and leaving the studio is, “Does it smell like bleach in here to you?” Bryan and I cover each other’s cum-slick mouths to keep from cracking up. I lean back on the wall just so I can watch him pull all that Lycra back over himself. He’s not the only one with a gym gear fetish. I’m sure his cockhead is going to leave a cumstain on the front of his tights. Bryan knows that, too, and he doesn’t care. The pride, the exhibitionism, the flaunting of one’s sexual needs and desires is something that sets the Shudder crowd apart. They just fucking own it. I’m sure if the DMV let them, they’d all have customized license plates: “SPUNKSWAP,” “CUMMMMNME,” “JIZZTKR, “NVRWRAP’D.” And I’m on my way to being one of them. TO BE CONTINUED