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When I was 21 I had never kissed a girl and it frustrated the hell out of me. I wasn't very masculine, very small for my age, no muscles and a very high voice. It wasn't unusual for people to think I was 16. I was jerking off three times a day and at least twice as often in the weekend, which I always spent alone. I don't know when my gay fantasies came, I always blame a certain picture in a porn magazine of a woman looking in the camera while she's sucking an uncut veiny dick. After a while I wasn't aroused because it was a picture of a blowjob, I became aroused about thinking to be in the woman's position, to suck that beautiful cock. Being a loner I often went to the movie theater on my own. On one occasion my seat was between a girl who was there with her boyfriend and an older plump man. When the move played I kept brushing against the old man's arm because we both wanted to use the same armrest. The first time it happened it was a quick sorry, but after the third time we looked at each other and smiled, because it was a funny situation. After a while I felt the old man's foot against my foot. When the old man noticed I didn't move my foot he kept rubbing against my foot. Was this guy playing footsies with me? And why didn't it bother me? I placed my arm on the armrest i shared with my gray neighbor again and he placed his arm besides mine. With his pinky he touched my hand. The old guy was really flirting with me! My heart pounded in my chest. When I mustered the courage too look at him, he looked at me too, smiled and he lewdly licked his lips. I didn't dare too look in his direction again, but I didn't remove my arm from the rest either. When the movie was finished I didn't know what to do. I stood up to leave and had to pass the old man. When I passed him he grabbed my crotch. I decided to hang around the movie theater a bit, pretending to play with my phone. The old man walked towards me. We were complete opposites, I was young, small and thin and he was old, over 50, balding and chubby. "Hi" he said with a big smile. "Hi" I softy said back. "My name is Hans." The old man said "I'm Bart." "Want to come with me Bart? I live nearby." I nodded and nervously followed the guy to his car which he unlocked for me. As I got into the car Hans asked "Do you often go home with men or is this your first time?" "It's my first time" I confessed. "All the better" Hans said with a smirk. "Do you pick up guys often?" I asked him. "Yeah I actually do" he replied with a smile "You'll see." When we got to his house I was all nerves. Hans grabbed my hand and let me upstairs, towards his bedroom. There was a huge bed in the room but the most notable thing was a bulletin board with dozens of polaroid pictures on it. When I took a better look at the photos I noticed they were all of young guys sucking on a fat dick. Moreover, all the boys were photographed from above and they were all in a kneeling position, but some were still wearing clothes, others were nude, and a few seemed to be tied by the wrists. Some pictured had a little green sticker on them and some of them a red one, but it wasn't clear to me what the stickers meant. The photographer and owner of the impressive cock had to be Hans. I looked at all the photographs and concluded I didn't know any of the boys even though they were about the same age as was I. "Looks hot doesn't it" Hans said when he saw I was gawking at his pictures. "I love it when young boys like yourself suck on my cock." I turned around and saw Hans with his dick hanging out of the fly of his pants. The old man's cock was already hard and pointed towards me. Hans took a step towards me, and with his big hands grabbed my head and pressed his mouth against mine. I wasn't in to kissing men, but Hans forced his tongue in my mouth. When he noticed I didn't reciprocate he pushed my head down towards his dick. From this angle his dick looked even bigger. I saw the veins on his foreskin, and his mushroom head was shimmering. I gave the head a kiss and licked on the shaft, exploring his meat with my mouth. When I finally took his prick in my mouth Hans was taking of his shirt. I started bobbing up and down, giving my first blowjob to a guy older than my father. When I looked up, I saw Hans with a camera in his hands. "Smile" he said and took a picture of me with his dick in my mouth. Another picture for on the board. Hans withdrew his cock from my mouth "Take of your clothes Bart." I complied, feeling the cold when I was naked. Hans was naked too and motioned me to lay down on bed. I crawled on his bed I asked "How do you want me?" "Just lay on your back and enjoy." Hans positioned himself between my legs and pushed my legs towards my chest. He grabbed some lube and smeared it against my ass. I saw him coating his fuckmeat with the lube as well. "Should't we do it safe?" I asked. Hans looked at me, "Why do you have something?" "No" I answered. "Well then I'm not worried" and he pushed his cock in my ass. I was surprised how easy his dick slid in my bowels, although it did feel weird when his whole cock was completely buried in my ass. It was like he was jabbing my belly or something. "How does it feel?" Hans asked. I smiled "It's ok." "Just ok?" he asked almost disappointed. He pushed my legs even further towards my chest so my ass was hovering above the sheets. "How about this then?" and Hans picked up the pace. Now this was fucking. I was getting fucked. Assfucked. Assfucked by a man I didn't know at all. My own little prick got hard and I started moaning. "Yeah this is what you want eh boy, getting fucked in your ass. I knew it when I first saw you. I knew you were a slut. A worthless bitch that needs to be fucked in her cunt. Look at you, with your legs in the air like a cheap whore getting banged by old men. Say 'thanks' bitch, say 'thanks'." "Thanks" I mumbled. "Thanks who bitch?" Hans snapped at me. "Thanks sir". "Yeah you should be thankful, ungrateful fuck. I'm a nice guy who likes to give gifts. You want my gift?" I didn't know what he meant then, I assumed he was referring to his cum. "Beg for it bitch, beg for it". "Cum, cum" was all I could say and not even loudly. Hans gave one final thrust and unloaded in my ass. "You're getting bugged now boy!" I always imagined you'd feel the spurts of cum in your bowels, but I didn't notice anything. Hans kept his dick in my ass, letting it go limp. "That was nice Bart, you are a great lay." When Hans withdrew his cock from my ass I had the feeling it was a gaping hole. It felt sore and stung. "Get dressed, I'm taking you home" he said harshly. I wanted to check my rectum or at least go to the toilet to shit out the cum, but Hans didn't let me. He threw me my clothing. He clearly wasn't the nice guy who picked me up at the movie. The car ride towards my house was silent. When I got out I wanted to say something, but Hans slammed the door and drove off. I watched the car disappear and was ashamed of how I was treated. I had let a stranger who had casual sex all the time fuck my ass bareback. How stupid could I be? At least he was negative I thought, before I realized he never actually said he didn't have anything. He just asked me if I was disease free. I assumed he would be too, why ask otherwise? A few months later I had a heavy bout of flu and was never going to be healthy again. Somewhere a young guy was now looking at a bulletin board filled with pictures, having no idea what that green sticker on my photo means.

Liam was 21, had dark tanned skin, curly black hair and a lean, atheletic body. He was masculine and in the closet. Even though he was gay, he still fucked girls to prove himself to his friends, something I found pathetic. Him fucking me was pleasurable, but he always insisted on a condom despite the fact we were both neg. It irritated me: we were both clean, so why wouldn't he dump his load in me? Liam had told me previously that an HIV scare when he was younger turned him away from any unprotected sex, so it was a condom or nothing. I could accept this for a while, but as time went on he started to take me for granted, expecting me to make all the effort to get his plastic-covered dick inside me. But he was hotter than fire and had an amazing physique, so I put up with his bullshit for a year. One night I was desperately horny to top someone, so I invited him over as he had always told me he was vers. But when it came to fuck, he refused to bottom, let alone take my load. "I bottom for masc men only, fag," he told me. I decided that it was time for him to overcome his fear of HIV. I formed a plan. That week I created a Grindr profile on my phone and my tablet. On the tablet I found a picture of the only type he bottomed for: A tall, muscular, masc man. I used that picture to set up the fake profile of a man who I named 'Jim' I used a fake location app to move 'Jim' to Liam's area, and immediately began chatting him up. Soon Liam was begging to bottom for the imaginary 'Jim', but as expected he stated that he only did protected sex. "Don't worry," I explained through the 'Jim' profile. "I'm neg, and I ALWAYS use a condom." I spent days teasing him, leading him on, making him hungry to feel 'Jim's' cock deep in his ass. Then I moved to the next part of the plan. "I want to use u at night in a park." I explained through the 'Jim' profile. "To go there, find u on ur hands and knees with ur ass in the air ready to b fuckd. SAFE only tho!" I smirked. Liam took the bait, agreeing to be fucked, provided Jim wasn't rough because, in Liam's words: "I don't btm much." Now the first stage of my plan was in motion, I moved to the second stage. On the phone I created a fake profile with a picture of Liam. Then I searched my city for any poz man I could find, pretending to be Liam, explaining that I wanted unmedicated poz loads only. I found some poz profiles, and explained using Liam's fake profile: "I have a fantasy. I want to be raped in a park by a poz guy. I'll wait with my ass up in the air, and I want to be held down and have my hole raped with NO LUBE or spit. I want it rough, raw, bloody. I want a poz load in my torn up ass. I want to have any screams, tears or begging to be ignored, I want the real experience. I want me and my ass to be abused and used with no mercy. If I try and move I want to be held down. No safe words, no games. Pure charged poz loads in my ruined hole." I got more responses than I could've hoped for. Soon I set up a time and place, continuing to flirt with Liam using the 'Jim' profile so he would become hornier and more open to suggestion. Then the final part of the plan came about. The night of the event had arrived. I messaged Liam using the 'Jim' profile.. "I was thinking how hot it will b if ur blindfolded when I start fucking u. It will b so hot. I'll take the blindfold off at the end so we cum together " As I expected, Liam was hesitant, but I eventually I convinced him to do it for just the first minute of the fuck. Liam told me his hands were shaking. I told him I was excited to meet him and have some safe fun. Liam arrived at the huge park and walked to the very back where he would be furthest from the road... and anyone helping him. He got on his hands and knees like I had ordered him earlier, and he pulled his pants down to his knees, exposing his ass to the night air. He pulled out a piece of fabric and bound it over his eyes. He waited. Around the corner were 9 highly-charged, poz men who had arrived earlier in anticipation. I'd told them through my fake Liam profile to look out for other poz men who might want in on the action, and they'd noticed each other and gathered as a group to give a young, toned masc jock the gift he had been begging for for weeks. As per my request, they had phones ready to film every painful, dirty detail. Liam messaged 'Jim' that he was ready and putting his blindfold on. He reminded me "Safe Sex Only", and promised he'd leave if I tried anything. I relayed the first part of the message to the waiting men, and like wolves they silently approached the naive young man, unknowing that they were all being used to rape an innocent, unsuspecting neg boy. As the rape began, I blocked Liam on 'Jim's' profile and then deleted it. The next day I asked the men to send me their videos and pics of the night. They all mentioned how hot it was that Liam struggled and cried so much, thinking it was mainly an a roleplay act. The videos showed Liam being set upon by the group and held straight down on the dirt by the men as one by one they shoved raw, dry poz dicks in his tight, hairy hole. He had screamed. He had begged. His hole tore and bled. Toxic loads became the lube of each successive stranger until they had all fucked him more than twice and cum leaked out of his red orifice and dribbled down his bruised flesh onto the ground. After a while, Liam had stopped struggling and instead lay on the dirt crying, poz loads swirling around inside his bloodied, torn guts. Each man dressed and walked off from the crime scene. I saved the videos on my computer and still watch them regularly. The image of Liam being raped again and again for more than an hour makes me instantly hard to this day. I deleted all the Grindr profiles I had used in the crime and went back to my own personal profile where I had favourited Liam and where we usually arranged hookups. His profile was offline for more than 3 days before he finally came back online. I waited another few days so it wasn't suspicious then messaged him. "I'm so horny, I've missed you, sexy!" "Hey... I dont kno." He replied. "Im... not sure I can do sex anymore." He paused for a long time before adding "I want to see u. Im going through a lot right now and Im an emotional wreck. I dropped out of uni bcuz some shit happened that im still getting over. You're a really nice guy [NAME REDACTED]. Plz see me tonight?" I smiled. "I'm kinda busy. Next week?" "OK, I'd like that." Liam replied. "Thanks for messaging me. I rly need someone to talk to." A week later I asked if he wanted to see me. "Im not feeling well today." He responded after a delay. "I think Im coming down with the Flu."

Oh, he’s a fool. Two bottoms can have lots of fun. Trust me!

This past Saturday, my Laguna Beach Bro and I went to Club San Diego! It was our first time to fuck in public space and his turn to fuck my ass! You know since we met on Christmas after that, I'd been breeding his ass but, he told me before we went that he wanted to fuck me and he wanted people to watch my ass get bred hard. So we drove down to San Diego and got a room, even though, we didn't need it, as we played everywhere. Fucking got high on poppers and maximum impact( we were drunk too as we had drinking beer all day) he proceeded to put his big fat baby arm dick up my butt! It was past midnight and crowded so yeah we had an audience. As I was laying down on my stomach and spinning from the impact , he was fucking me hard. I hadn't really payed attention to the movement behind me until I started feeling the piston fucking resume and started moaning and telling my bro to fuck harder! I felt someone lean over and whisper in my ear...it was my bro saying it wasn't him! He told me to relax and just let it happen. As he held my head on his leg and jerked off , he managed the guys fucking me AND wouldn't let me look back at them! I'm really not sure how many I took but, my ass was sore and leaking! He finally finished off up my gut using guy's cum for lube...about sunrise he let me shower after playing and fisting my cummy butt. As I was showering I had several guys of all types come by and tell me they would have never thought they would have been able to fuck my ass and how they appreciated it! My bro told me as we drove back to Laguna that he really was thankful for me trusting him and making alot of guys very happy...he then told me he never chose any of the guys..he let any and all that wanted to fuck me at it! He just made sure I was safe. All he would tell me about the guys is only a few would have been my true type..a navy type guy and a hot coach type guy and the rest ran from all sizes and types from a tweaker, to average , and older guys..ugly and beautiful..your typical bathhouse gambit of men...it was a free for all frenzy...I still have instant hard on thinking about it! And Bro loved it!

It's hard to believe that Brad and I were ever friends. From the moment we started living together, he became the biggest ass I ever knew. I can deal with a messy roommate or someone that's maybe loud but doesn't realize it. Everything Brad did, though, was annoying. And he never seemed to miss an opportunity to put me down. When Brad read my Adam4Adam profile, he immediately charged into my room, acting all pius. "Anything goes?!" he asked with disdain. First of all, I happen to know that Brad barebacked. We had a couple of ex-hookups in common. Secondly, why the hell did it matter to Brad? We were just roommates; and we weren't each other's type. I replied "Hey, I'm being honest. I don't hook up often, but when I do, I don't like condoms. I'm being straight up about it." Apparently, Brad thought I was implying that he hooked up often; and he got upset. Well, it was true. Brad had somebody new over two or three times a week. So, I tried to brush off the conversation. But, his attitude was really starting to annoy me. And for the third time, he insisted that I pay a higher share of the electric bill because he felt I ran the air conditioning more than him. WTF?! I had the perfect idea to get back at him. I was somewhat familiar with bug chasers and the like. And I have to admit, the idea intrigured me a bit - even though I was too terrified to ever try it myself. It took a bit of planning - but if it worked, it would be a great way to get back at Brad for being such a pompous asshole. It only took a few minutes for me to create a fake profile on A4A. I used a screename that was certain to catch a poz guy's eye: chasemenow. It didn't take too long for one of the horny guys in San Diego to respond to that profile. Ah .. just what I was looking for. A handsome hung poz guy, Miguel, messaged me. Let's put this plan into motion now. I explained to Miguel that I was a chaser and wanted to get stealthed, but that I was very shy. I told him to change his status to neg and to message me on my other screenname (which was actually my roommate's a4a name.) It took some explaining- but I eventually convinced Miguel that I was a chaser that wanted a surprise stealthing. And that it would be hot if he pretended to be neg; and then revealed he had HIV as he came inside me. I told him that he needed to pretend to be neg in case 'my boyfriend' (which Brad didn't actually have) ever read the messages. Would Brad take the bait? Two days later, Brad couldn't wait to tell that he had a hot guy coming over to see him. vBrad asked me to answer the door if Brad was in the shower. Actually, I think he just wanted to rub it in that he was hooking up again. The shower was probably just an excuse for me to see his new trick. When Miguel arrived, Brad was in the bathroom and showering, not surprisingly. I introduced myself to Miguel; and told him Brad was in the shower. I offered him a drink while he waited. "You're really cute," Miguel told me "Do you and your roommate play together?" "No," I explained to him, "we aren't each other's type." I suppose Miguel could tell I liked him since I couldn't stop staring at the bulge in his shorts. "Why don't you get me ready while I wait for him to finish showering?" Miguel suggested. I have to say that I love it when a hung guy is assertive like that. Miguel quickly pulled down his shorts and revealed his large semi-hard cock. Maybe it was because he was so hot - or maybe it was because I wanted to get back at Brad, I don't know why, but I instantly dropped to my knees and started sucking on him. I had completely forgotten he was poz, too for the time being. I was too distracted by his massive dick. I wasn't just sucking his dick. I was devouring it - trying to suck him dry before the shower stopped. It was probably a good thing that the shower stopped after a few minutes. Otherwise, I would have ended up with a poz load in my mouth. Miguel put his monster cock away and Brad made his way out into the dining room area. I had wondered if we seemed awkward to Brad. But, Brad was so arrogant, I don't think he even assumed I could have been slobbering on the cock that he was about to get. Brad guided Miguel into his bedroom, almost acting like royalty. What an ass. Miguel gave me a little wink as he followed Brad into his room. Oh .. that was a perfect indication of what was to come. I guess I knew Brad's routine at this point. He'd put on a movie .. ask his new date to "cuddle." And a few minutes into the movie, I'd hear his bed rocking. I think Brad always wanted me to hear he was getting fucked. I found it hard to believe that anyone could make that much noise every time he hooked up. Not surprisingly, I heard the squeaking and rocking of his bed. I never especially cared about his hookups before; but I desperately wanted to be a fly on the wall on this time. I ended up kneeling down with an ear to the bottom of the door, listening in for any clues as to what was unfolding. "Oh, God that feels so good," Brad said with perverse delight. I had never been more turned on. Brad was getting fucked by a poz guy and he didn't even know it. Fuck yeah! "Take that dick," Miguel answered back. Miguel must have been pounding hard, because I heard a lot of slapping noises. More moans, gasps and slapping noises followed. A random "yeah, fuck my ass!" escaped Brad's lips. "You like this big raw dick up your ass huh?" Miguel queried. I was relieved. I had worried for a bit that Brad might make Miguel put on a rubber. Brad only moaned in response to the question. Their pace seemed to be picking up. I was only just starting to realize that I had pulled my shorts down and I was jacking off as I kept my ear to the bottom of the door. "You ready for my poz cum?!" Miguel blurted out. "Huh?!?" I heard Brad respond confused. "I'm stealthing your ass, bitch!" Miguel clarified. Brad's only response was a steady yell that quavered probably because of deep thrusts attacking his hole now. "I'm about to shoot my HIV up your ass bitch!" Miguel insisted. I was about to unload too as I jacked my rockhard dick. Brad's yell was muffled. It sounded like maybe Miguel shoved his mouth into the pillow. Then, Miguel belted out a low pitched moan and one final warning, "you're getting pozzed!" It sounded like a wrestling match was unfolding. I suppose Brad was resisting somehow. He was a petite guy though. I couldn't imagine him getting the upper-hand here. Miguel seemed to be winning in this contest though because the last thing I heard him say was "take it bitch" followed by several loud slapping noises. He must have been pounding him ruthless. Hell yeah! My own dick exploded jizz like never before. I was probably blowing my load just as Brad was taking a poz load. It felt AMAZING!!! Just after I came, I darted into my bedroom as quickly as possible and into my bathroom. I didn't want to hear how things were going to go after that. LOL. That was a few weeks ago. Brad never talked about it. I gotta say .. he seems much less cocky now though. :-)

(This is actually a true story. It was 1983, and I was an introverted, sky, skinny kid from the East End of Louisville, the 'burbs back then. I was deeply closeted and naive, and ready to be taken advantage of. This incident began a 10 month journey into sex and hard drugs that ended with me, a gay kid from the burbs, learning how to take cock, deep throat and yes, fuck pussy to the point where I got a black junkie pregnant. It was the best summer of my life, and brought me a wonderful daughter that I never thou a guy like me could ever have.) --------------------------------------------- I was barely nineteen and had been fucked only once, by a white guy who was 30. I met him in at Blue Movies in downtown Louisville, and we went back to his place, smoked a J and he topped me. He was so small i didn't even know he had cum until he went soft. So this is what I had fantasized about ever since I saw Freddie Mercury eating grapes on the back cover of the first Queen album? It wasn't anything like I had read in "First Hand" or "Inches," my favorite wack-mags. I was sorely disappointed and wondered if I was straight after all. A few weeks later I was back in the bookstore looking to do it again, and hopefully have a better experience. I had tried dating girls over the past few weeks, which made my dad very,very happy. He loaned me his sports car, gave me a wad of cash and beamed as I drove off, conflicted. A few dates, and I could not bring myself to even kiss one of them. Was I just shy, or really a fag? I didn't know. But I knew I was horny and that is what took me to the bookstore that night. In the arcade section, I saw a big black daddy, maybe 6-2 and in good shape. He must have been pushing fifty, and I was instantly attracted to this dangerous-looking giant man. I grew up in a typical upper-middle class family, went to St. X high school, and hid the fact that I was a fag from everyone except the guys who sucked me off at the bookstores. Looking back, i know my parents knew. But what made them think that talking about how "sick" it was to be gay would somehow turn me straight, instead of just make me feel unworthy and unloved and alone? He was standing outside a booth rubbing his cock through his checked polyester pants. I could just stare. He kept rubbing, and I could see his cock grow even bigger. I was mesmerized and walked toward him. I planned to go into the booth, leave the door unlocked, and wait for him to come in. Then I was going to suck my first dick. I had it all panned, but as I went to open the door, he grabbed my hand and looked down at me and said, "You think you can handle this, boy?" I said,"I don't know. I've only been fucked once." His eyes bugged a little and he said, "I live down the street, let's go." I followed him outside and walked about 12 blocks without either of us saying a word. I was getting scared. "I thought you said you lived down the street." He stopped and put his hand on my ass. "We're walking down the street, aint we?" He said, rubbing my ass and turning me on. Here I was a skinny 19 year old white kid from a good home, getting felt up at 10PM on a public street in downtown Louisville. He nodded toward the projects. "Just over there," he said. I followed him to the entrance to his place, and walked up three steps to his front door. He opened the door and we went inside. He closed the door and locked it. Now I was really scared, and my dick shrunk quickly. I looked around. The inside was one room, with a small kitchen, and a door to what was probably a bathroom. I looked at everything, planning a way to escape. It was remarkably clean, and empty except for a tv, a mattress, a lamp, and some boxes in the corner. At this point, i was scared shitless and started to try to talk my way out of it. He came over and grabbed my ass, hard. "You're not going anywhere, baby. And you're going to love this. Get them clothes off." He released my ass and I just stood there, panicked. He walked a few steps, stopped, and with his back to me, slowly, sexily, pulled his t-shirt over his head. Oh. My. God. The sexiest, darkest back I had ever seen. My cock started hardening again. He twirled his t-shirt slowly, almost like a stripper and turned around and revealed a nice, but not chiseled chest, with a few tattoos and long, dark nipples. I stared at those long nipples, and as I was standing there in a daze, he unbuttoned his pants, unzipped, and they dropped to the floor. No underwear, just a huge cock, hanging there half hard. He turned back toward the boxes again, but stopped and turned to look at me, and as he was staring at me, his cock started getting harder and harder until it was huge and standing straight out, "See how hard you got me?" He said. "So are you gonna get naked now?" It wasn't a question. I pulled my Polo t-shirt off and kicked off my topsiders. He smiled, turned and started rummaging through a shoebox. I took off the rest of my clothes and stood there, cock hard as a rock. He turned around and had a syringe, a little foil, a lighter, a spoon, and a little baggie. "You're gonna love this shit," he said. I had only smoked weed, and just that one time. But my dick was thinking for me, and I stood there and held out my arm as he tied a shoelace around my arm. He said, "Sit down or you are gonna fall down." I sat on the mattress and he busied himself with his spoon. He after a few minutes, he put the syringe into the spoon and pulled the plunger. There was a cloudy liquid in the chamber. I held out my arm, and watched him inject me. I felt a little woozy at first, but when he took the shoelace off, the entire room suddenly started spinning and I felt the most beautiful, peaceful feeling was over me. Every muscle in my body relaxed, and I swore that I could feel my soul moving around inside my body. I even felt the space between my ribs, felt them expand and contract as I breathed. "Wow," was all I could say. "wow." "You gonna learn to love my speedballs, boy, and come back for them all the time." "Whaaa," I slurred. Why can't I talk, I thought. "Yeah," he said as he moved even closer to me. "You're fucked now." I felt him pushing me backwards on the bed and pulling my legs apart. I had no muscle control. i felt completely asleep - heavy muscles, no feeling at all, anywhere, but also feeling everything at a deeper level than ever before. I saw his cock pointing at my hole, and I just moaned,"Fuuuuuck meeeee" as his face inched closer and closer to mine until it completely filled my entire line of vision.....

Yes. Many years ago I ran into him at a bathhouse. He was with his BF at the time who was a really cool guy who got off watching Dawson have sex with strangers. So Dawson and I flew into the stratosphere and spent a couple hours fucking each other. I remember eating his ass before fucked him and he was already pretty cummy. It waw real.y hot.

I worked my way out from underneath the large, black man, as the girl came over and shook him roughly. He barely stirred in his sleep. "He gonna be out for a while. You must have done it up big," she said matter of factly. I, meanwhile, was turning a new shade of crimson, and was picking mu my clothes and getting dressed as quickly as I could. "I need to go," was all I could think to say. She just shrugged and said, "If you say so," she walked out the door, and I followed a few seonds later. I looked around, but she had literally disappeared - there was no one out, only cars driving down Fourth. I hightailed it back to 4th and main - a long trek. Had I really followed him all that distance? I breathed a sigh o f relief when Imsaw my car. I unlocked it, started up, and sped back toward the 'burbs. As I walked in, my dad was just leaving for work. He gave me a wink on his way out, and put his hands up to his chest to mimick a set of large breasts. I smiled weakly and ran up to my room. In the shower, I started feeling funny - a little dizy, a little sick to my stomach. I shook it off when I realized that his two huge loads were involuntarily seeping out of my hole. I felt like a slut, and loved it! I knew right then, without a doubt, that I loved sex with me. I was, as my dad would say with derision so often, a "fag." But at that moment, with cum dripping onto the shower floor, I could care less.. I got a man of with my hole - no, my pussy, as he callled it. I have a pussy, and it makes huge black men cum. I got hard, jacked off, and sat on my bed, thinking about where I could get more guys to fuck me. *** *** *** Fast-forward three days and 11 hours. I am back in the bookstore with my ass pressed up against a hole in the wall. An unknown dick is pumping in an out of my wet hole, sloshing around a load from the last cock. The bookstore is a can't-miss hookup. I have been fucked four times, and each one was as diferent as the last. But none were as good as my black daddy. I had not sen him since that morning I ran out of his place, buttoning my pants on the way out the door. The man on the other side of the wall groaned and shot his load. I milked his cock with my hole, and he eventually slid out and left the booth. I buttoned up,my Brittanica jeans and peeked out the door for a glimpse of my latest fuck a short, dumpy white guy, middle aged, was waddling out of the peeps. He left a nice load in me. Too bad for his wife, i got it instead. And then, just like last time, there he was. Standing outside of a booth, rubbing his crotch and staring right through me. I felt cold inside, then my ass twitched and my dick started to inflate again. He ran a hand all the way down the length of his cock, bulging through that same pair of checked pants. It was onscenely huge. Had i really taken that whole thing. "Hey, bboy," he said. "You back again?" I walked over to him, my pussy went with fresh cum. "I haven't been able to think about anything but you laying on top of my." "You got a fine pussy. Suck the cum right out of a man's dick." Despite the roughness and crudity, I was proud, and more than a little turned on. " I can do it again," I said. He turned and walked into the movie theater. I knew what that meant by nnow,, so I followed close behind. Once we got inside, i dropped to my kneews. In seconds, his cock was down my throat. "Damn, baby," he said. "You got a pussy in your yeah, eat dat dick."mouth, too!" I just grunted as Ii kept working his dick. Within a few minutes, I felt a new set of hands on my head, and heard another voice, thick with ghetto accent, whisper, "Yeah, boy, eat dat dick." I obliged - all the way down,and ran my tongue over his heavy balls. He moaned. "Damn!" Said the new guy. "I want some of that!" "Five bucks," said my man. What?! I was being sold? Instead of shock or shame, I felt hugely flattered. "Fuck dat," said the new guy as he backed off. My man responded, "That's another five." The new guy stopped in his tracks. He moved closer, looking me over as I kept throating that giant cock. "Yeah, but not here." "Let's go," my man said as he pulled his dick from my throat. "Come on, girl," he said. I followed. What else could I do? I knew I wanted those cocks to fuck me. In the back of my mind, I was also hoping that he'd have more of whatever was in that needle.

His face was looming closer and closer as I felt his enormous piece of meat nudging at my hole. It might have been whatever was in that syringe, or it might have been how hot I was for this huge, dangerous man, but all I could see were his two eyes almost floating above me, giant black pools of liquid that seemed to have no bottom. "Yeah, you're fucked now," I heard from a distance. It echoed a few times in my head. I felt myself rolling a bit, kind of like when you're on a raft out in the ocean. Suddenly a little nauseous, I closed my eyes to try to gather myself, but that just increased all of the sensations I was feeling, both good and not-so-good. I had that delicious free floating feeling, while at the same time I also felt like I was about to vomit. I felt my eyes rolling as I tried to get a grip when suddenly I felt my hole expand involuntarily. He felt it too, and he shoved a few inches of his meat inside me. I was surprised that there was no pain - I guess the speedball was taking care of that. Instinctively, I lifted my legs, wrapped them as far around him as they would go, and then dug in. I literally fucked my ass onto the rest of his cock, swallowing it all with my ass in one swift motion. Again, no pain at all, just sensation of skin-on-skin, of his cock sliding deeper into me. I could feel every vein, every crease of my ass, bump and nuance of his cock as I quickly slid down on it all the way to the root. In my high, I could actually visualize what it looked like as the head of his cock split me open and buried deeper in me than anyone, or anything, had ever been. As I hit the base with my ass, those floating eyes looked surprised for a second, then rolled up into his head as he let out a long moan. "Yessssssss, baby, that's it. Take that cock all the way. Show me how bad you want it. You a natural baby. We gonna turn you out good." I tried to ask him what that meant but I was still unable to manage anything other than a garble of sounds. "You feeling it, aren't you?" he said. Again, it was not a question. "Yeah, I got you. You gonna get used to this real quick, and so am I." With that, he started to withdraw his cock - a process that seemed to last for fifteen minutes, though in real-time it might have must been two or three seconds. He then spit on his hand, rubbed it on his dick, and then slowly slide back into me. This time, it seemed smoother, no veins or bumps. He repeated that process five or six times - I lost count in the growing euphoria - and on each downstroke, I would shiver as his cock bumped into and ran along my prostrate. Then he got to work. All at once, he pulled out completely, and then shoved the entire length back into me. This time, I felt it. Not enough heroin on the planet could have dulled that pain. My legs shot out straight, every muscle straining, but I was only able to yelp weakly. My ability to speak was still caught in the swirling vortex of the drugs, and I could see the words I wanted to say swirling around over my head. I tried to grab them, but they stayed out of reach. Then, most blinding pain as he yanked it out and whipped it back in with even greater force. On the third stroke, pulled out, grabbed a handful of Crisco ("When did he get that?" I weakly thought, "And why didn't I see it swirling around up there with all my words?") and rubbed it all over his cock, then shoved it back in again. This time, other than he stabbing sensation of his length, there was no pain - only intense pleasure as he massaged my prostrate on his trip to my center. He held his cock in me and leaned down again, my legs once again instinctively wrapping around him. His mouth leaned down to mine, and I felt his warm lips touch mine. His breath was surprisingly sweet, and the feel of his tongue as it entered my mouth was velvety smooth. I sucked on his tongue like it was a cock, and he fucked my mouth with it. It was then that I noticed that his hips were moving again, now in perfect rhythm with the tongue that was moving in and out of my mouth. That amazing floating feeling of perfection had returned, and I finally started enjoying that rolling sensation. I was able to envision every cell of my body, each and every one being filled on an assembly line with exquisite pleasure - the sensation of being fucked properly for the first time - and then returned to my body with a tingle of joy. My hips started moving to meet his thrusts. I wanted - no, needed - that cock in me as deep as it would go. On each downstroke, I wiggled my ass to try to get a few extra centimeters in me, and then as he withdrew, I concentrated on relaxing every muscle in my ass to make for a smooth, easy withdrawal. Then he would press back in again, and the friction from his invading cock became the center of the universe until he hit bottom. Then my wiggle and his gasp. Faster and faster it went, his tempo increasing, and my hips bouncing up off the bed to rise up and meet him. He was pounding me now, but I was pounding him back - my heels digging into him every bit as much as his cock was digging into me. All I could focus on was the need to feel him inside me, as deep as possible. I felt him biting into my shoulder, then licking my neck, then his tongue all over my ear, then gripping my head and holding it while he shoved his tongue in my mouth - all during the time that we were fucking each other, hard. I needed him deeper, and deeper, and never felt so full and fulfilled as when he hit bottom. On each downstroke, that instinctive wiggle I gave caused him to shudder just a little. He was fucking harder and harder, and I was taking every thrust like a cheap bathhouse whore. Then he buried his face in my neck, sped up even more, started moaning, "Oooh, baby, ooooh baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah....." Even as inexperienced as I was, I knew what that meant. His hips kept moving faster and faster, sending me into the stratosphere, and then he gave one last thrust inward and held it. At that second, I finally managed to lock my ankles together and wiggled the last inch of his cock into me even further, and that did it. He let out a long groan, and I could feel his cock jetting his cum into me, spurt after heavy spurt. He kept moaning, "Yeah....yeah...." with each spurt, his baritone voice low and tickling every inch of me. It seemed to go on for hours, but I know it could not have been that long. Still, I counted at least fourteen pumps from his balls into my guts before he finally let out a long breath. He laid on top of me for an unnaturally long period of time. He was absently licking my neck or rubbing my sides, and then the most amazing thing happened - I felt his hips move again, felt his cock withdraw, and then felt him slowly spear back into me. He had not gone soft and fallen out of me like I expected. Instead, he was embarking on a second fuck, just minutes after filling me with his seed. I let out a long moan, and involuntarily burst loose with my own orgasm on his third stroke. I shook against him as he held his cock deep inside me, moving it back and forth only by a few inches, "Yeah, baby. Cum on my dick. That's it. Show me how much you love it. Keep cumming! Yeah! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!" Every time he said it, I would cry out and another volley of cum would rise out of the depth of my soul, shoot through my balls at lightning speed, and get ejected from the tip of my cock, bathing us both in buckets of my cum. I never came so much or so hard in my life, my head uncontrollably moving back and forth and the most animalistic noises coming from my throat. Was I really making those sounds? We fucked our way to another climax for each of us, this one for me being far less intense but still incredible. As the last bit of my cum splattered onto his chest, he move down again, those huge black eyes once again filling my vision, and he rubbed our bodies together, using my cum as a lubricant. He gave me a tender kiss or two, and then just laid on top of me. My legs finally unhooked from around him, fell to our sides, and we both drifted off to sleep. I have no idea how long we slept, but we were both awakened by a bright bolt of light coming from the outside door as it burst open. I heard a young, female voice saying "Daddy, Momma sent me over to get my....." I craned my head to see a coltish girl, maybe my age or younger, standing in the front doorway. Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor as she stopped mid-sentence. The man on top of me was still snoring heavily as I tried to get out from underneath him, panicked and no longer able to breathe because of his heavy weight on top of me. But I couldn't get him off me and he was not waking up nearly quickly enough!

Sexual gathering for hairy and perverted guys into tongue-snogs tonguing every hole, sniffing and licking hairy pits, nipple play (licking, sucking, pinching, pulling, nibbling, biting, twisting and chewing), licking bellies and belly buttons, belly to belly hugs, blowjobs, sniffing, licking and sucking on hairy bollocks, fingering, sniffing and rimming arsehole, farting, fucking, pissing, piss-fucking, groupsex.

As I have said many times, my hole isn’t a P or C. I am not a woman. And, besides, those words are degrading in any case whether male or female. Also, I will “not” allow anyone to call me the F. Word either. If you think I’m a prude, go right ahead.

I think the derogatory possibility is more in the way the (potentially) degrading statement is made. For instance: Imagine you're in a fuckjoint where everyone's fucking everyone - or at a buddy's orgy, or anywhere guys are fucking. Saying "you're such a whore" can be delivered with a sneer, a snarl, furrowed brow, and it would be difficult to mis-interpret. Or, a guy can almost purr - like a cat - into a guy's ear, "you're such a whore" in a loving, caring, reinforcing way - and it will be taken as a very high compliment indeed. The first is utterly degrading, and definitely not conducive to a hot fuck. The second can be whispered, quietly, lovingly, into the ear of a hot-Holed boy cumdrunk on Cock, Sperm, taking load after load, and it would be completely affirming of his Lusts for wanton sex.

Around here, the protests are already beginning - mostly anger against muskrat's meddling. I've registered for one on the weekend - my sign will read: "no one voted..." (on the front), and "for a muskrat" (on the back). Don't like it? Downvote it. I don't give a muskrat's ass.

Absolutely amazing!!

It was a Friday night, and 18-year-old college freshman Alex had just finished his last class of the week. Excited to let loose after being cooped up in lectures all day, he decided to sneak into his favourite bar with some friends. The loud music, bright lights, and strong drinks were exactly what he needed to unwind before a long weekend ahead. As the night wore on, Alex found himself alone at the bar nursing his third beer when an older man approached him. He couldn't place the exact age but guessed mid-forties he had that certain charisma that only came with age and experience. "Hey there handsome," the man said with a smile, "What's your name?" Alex hesitated before answering; something about this stranger made him uneasy. But he couldn't shake off the allure of attention from someone seemingly older and wiser. So he told him his name and found out that his name was Mark. They hit it off instantly, talking, drinking and dancing. Before long, Alex decided to call it a night, he wanted to head back to his dorm place. On their way out of the bar, however, Mark offered him a ride and the offer to crash at his place. Since it was late Alex gratefully accepted his offer, they got into Mark's car and drove off. Alex quickly found himself inside a luxurious penthouse suite overlooking downtown Boston, things took an unexpected turn for Alex when he found himself face-to-face with a fully stocked bar and two lines of cocaine laid out on a glass table. Confused but curious at the same time, Alex watched as Mark casually snorted up one line before turning to him with devilish eyes gleaming in anticipation. "I think you should try this," said Mark, his voice now laced with authority and command as he held out the second line towards Alex who hesitated for a moment before taking it from him nervously. The coldness of the powder against his nostrils snapped him back to reality—this wasn't just about having fun anymore; this man wanted something more from him. As if reading his thoughts, Mark produced handcuffs from somewhere behind his back and snapped one onto each wrist before locking them securely together against a heavy-duty eye-hook in the headboard of his king-size bed. Panic set in for Alex as he realised what was about to happen, or rather, what Mark had planned for him all along. Mark climbed onto the bed and began unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing a well-toned torso with a scorpion tattoo just above his briefs. Mark lowered his briefs releasing his angry 9" engorged cock. His gaze locked onto Alex's terrified eyes before he pounced on him like a predator stalking its prey. In one swift motion, Mark pulled down Alex's jeans and underwear exposing his ass cheeks to the cool air of the room. Mark grabbed onto Alex's hips roughly and flipped him over, pushing him face-first onto the bed, hard enough that the impact sent pain shooting through his body. Alex felt his ass cheeks spread wide open for Mark. He felt the hot breath of his attacker against his neck before Mark thrust his oozing raw cock into Alex, his enormous cock splitting open the tight ass of his victim. With each powerful stroke, Alex felt the head of Mark's cock slicking up his busted hole in thick pre-cum that oozed out like venom, seeping into every crevice within Alex's body as it relentlessly invaded him. Mark's voice grew more menacing with each thrust, his words dripping with toxic intent. "You think you can resist me? You're mine now, boy. I'm going to fill you up so full of my cum that there won't be any room left for anyone else in your pathetic little life." He laughed darkly as he saw the realisation dawn on Alex's face—this was no game anymore; he had been violated beyond repair. Tears streaming down Alex's cheeks, crying out in despair knowing that there was nothing he could do now but endure this painful torment inflicted upon him by an experienced predator who seemed to take sadistic pleasure in watching him squirm underneath him. Mark leaned over him, chuckling darkly at Alex's moans and whimpers, whispering dirty words of encouragement into his ear while pounding away relentlessly at his now ruined fuck hole, driving home the message that he was helpless under Mark's control now. The fucking continued for what seemed like an eternity until a humiliated Alex felt a warm stream of liquid seeping out of him and onto the sheets below, signalling his ultimate submission to this twisted game of power play between an experienced daddy figure and a vulnerable young man who had willingly walked into his den of sin. The feelings of humiliation and degradation were overwhelming as Mark's monstrous cock pounded away mercilessly at his prostrate form, leaving no doubt in Alex's mind that he had been utterly defeated. Alex sensed a change in Mark's breathing, feeling the familiar pulsing sensation against his prostate gland, Alex knew that it was too late now. Mark's toxic load was about to explode within him, filling up his hole with his potent cum until there was no room left for anything. "Please don't cum in me!" Alex begged. With a primal roar that echoed through the empty penthouse suite, Mark let loose his venomous load inside Alex's ass like an eruption of molten lava from a volcano's core. The hot sticky fluid flowed freely out of him in massive waves, each stroke sending another torrent surging into Alex's already overwhelmed system until finally...with one last powerful thrust...Mark released his hold on Alex and collapsed onto the bed beside him—panting heavily as he stared down at his ruined victim with an unholy gleam in his eyes. As Mark finally pulled out of him with a loud groan followed by a long slow stroke that sent shivers down Alex's spine, he looked into those cold dead eyes once more before collapsing into an exhausted heap beside him. "Enjoy my Poz babies slut., that was a toxic potent load you just took. No one's going to watch your worthless hole now. Imagine being used up and un-fuckable at 18?" Mark laughed in his face. Alex cried silently into the pillow as he felt the cold steel of a butt plug against his tight hole as Mark forced it home to keep his Poz babies in Alex. A sensation so foreign and unwelcome that Alex couldn't help but scream out in pain as it slowly began its descent into his body.

Of course. Why should he get all the pleasure of sucking me off.

Nice pussy faggot

Red Roof PLUS+ in Secaucus is perfect. It's in an industrial area off of Route 3. Last year, I visited a friend who stayed a night at that motel while visiting New York. The motel has all outside corridors on three floors. There were truckers parked overnight and I noticed many single men stirring about at dusk.

Where are the big dominant tops too breed and seed this hungry hole

So fucking hot. I love it when my master decides who uses me and how they use me. It seems harder these days to find a large group of like minded tops. I hope he invites even more men around for you. I know you can handle it

I'm adding more ink this week!

Spent a long weekend in VA at family’s home. Got a motel close by for Thursday night and set up a Sniffies cumdump ad. I took 11 loads from 10 guys up my ass that night into early morning. Got 4 more over the next couple of days! I’ll post all about it later but here is a pics of me in action under a BBC.

People actually voted for this kind of behavior and actions, and now it is here. It's not as if we didn't have a clue that he would try to take everything apart ......we did. Yet, for whatever reason, we had a decent, viable, intelligent option and decided not to vote in the direction. The citizens of this country have no one to blame but themselves, especially those who sat at home and did nothing or voted based on race. It's just crazy.

Update on this stud: Yesterday I reconnected with him. He moved out of town just before COVID was ramping up, and came back about a few months ago. I have been trying to meet up with him but it hasn't worked out until this week. He's not the brightest guy, and he needed help with applying for a program (nice pretense to meat). I agreed, and he came across town to my place. Remember how I said he wasn't the brightest, well, he got off the bus a block from my place and couldn't figure out where to go (he's only been to my place each time we've played.) When he called me it took me five minutes to figure out where he was. I even got dressed and left my building to go pick him up at the bus stop, but he came around the corner as I got outside. Anyway, we worked on his application for a little bit, I printed it out for him and he seemed happy allowing us to move to the good times. We started making out, and if there's one thing he knows how to do it is how to make a guy feel good. It doesn't take long for his hand to find its way to my ass in my shorts, and play with my hole. We strip down and he gets stuck in his hoodie (can't make that one up) meaning I could have really taken advantage of him. When we make it to the bed I get to servicing his uncut monster dick. Missed it for all these years. As I mentioned above he's at least 8" uncut, and more importantly beer-can thick. While I'm servicing him, he plays with my hole a lot more than he used to (learned to open guys up better?) I'm really enjoying servicing him as he works on my ass, and I start to wonder if he's going to insist on condoms or not this time. We had been keeping in contact via FB messenger so not on any sex apps to see what his current preferences are. Since he's fucked me raw before, hoping he's going to keep that up. I eventually make my way to sitting on top of him, both of us nude, his cock throbbing underneath my ass as we kiss and caress each other. As we get closer to fuck, he stops and asks if I'm "clean" still (yes I showered). We talk a little about this, he's not taking PrEP recently (I keep up with my meds). I ask him if he wants to use a condom. His response says it all he "didn't bring any," implies he had them at home, and doesn't ask if I have any. Needless to say, I end up sitting on him raw. The last time we met, when I sat on him raw he came very quickly. This time was definitely a little different. I rode him like a human dildo, I just wanted my pleasure from his huge dick in my hole. He did a great job opening me up before I sat on him, and there was no pain in taking his dick, just that wonderful full sensation when you have a big dick inside you. I end up cumming while riding him, and thought he was close then. Boy was I wrong. This was when he started changing positions on me. First he throws me on my back, ass over the corner of the bed so he can piston into me while standing on the floor. Next, I'm doggie ass over the same corner and he pounds away, looking at us in the mirror nearby. We were in missionary, doggie, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and a few positions I have to look the name up for. The guy has built up stamina for raw fucking over the years. When he came, it felt so good to take his huge load. As I'm writing this he texts me saying he needs to come over again for a correction to his application. Looking forward to seeing him in a couple days.

This will probably be the last time I am able to give numbers. I could never keep track. This year I have taken 13 loads vaginally. lol. I know I have taken at least three orally but it may be more. Oral is like a handshake. lol.

Part 8: Robert As all eyes were looking at me with hunger and lust Daddy stripped me completely naked. Daddy then instructed me to get on all fours. The doors were locked behind us so I knew this was not going to be a normal workout. Daddy attached a leash and collar around my neck and led me over to a bench. There was a gentleman sitting on the bench and as I approached him he quickly undressed. I would learn his name is Robert and he was skinny. I thought it kinda odd that he didn't have any muscle tone considering he was a member here. What I would soon come to know is that this gym I had joined was mainly for POZ men to go and not feel ashamed. Robert was not a bad looking man. He had a nice 7 inch cut cock that was covered in sores. I knew a little bit about HIV and AIDS so my guess was that Robert had AIDS. And by the look of his balls he hadn't cum in quite a while. Now most normal people would have been scared shitless by his appearance. Me on the other hand I couldn't wait to drain his balls. As everyone looked on to see what my reaction would be I surprised everyone, including Daddy, as I asked Robert for permission to suck his cock. Robert looked down at me and with a wicked grin he told me to start sucking you filthy faggot. Oh fuck there was that word that made my own cock twitch. As my lips wrapped around the head of his beautiful cock everyone else started recording the spectacle in front of them on their phone. Knowing I was being filmed I knew I had to put on a great show. I started just sucking the head and licking the sore that was on the tip. I stuck my tongue down his piss slit. As I was pre occupied with the cock in my mouth Daddy removed the plug and started fingering my hole and I could feel him scratching my insides. It hurt a little bit but not enough to take my mind off the task at hand. I started working my way down Robert's cock and soon I was deep throating his cock. As I was sucking his cock every time I got to the base I would lick his balls. I worked on Robert's cock for about ten minutes before he stopped me. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and Daddy stopped fingering my hole. Robert got behind me and with very little effort buried his cock in my ass. Fuck I needed him to fuck me like a cheap whore. And damn he did just that. He fucked me with long strokes. He was damn near exiting my hole before plunging back in. I couldn't help but moan. This must have been a hell of a workout for Robert because I could feel his sweat on my back. I was so happy to provide my holes for him because he needed to release his beautiful load before it was too late. After several minutes Robert said he was about to cum. Everyone got as close to my hole as possible in order to capture the moment a dirty faggot accepts his fate. Robert said he was cumming and as he started my own cock erupted as well. Robert sent huge ropes of cum into my waiting hole. I didn't want his cum to stop either. Once Robert finished there was a round of applause as everyone congratulated Daddy for finding me. I felt good being the center of attention. Daddy thanked everyone for their approval and then bent down to kiss me. Once he broke the kiss he said he was so proud of me. All I could say was thank you Daddy. As Robert withdrew his cock I could feel some of it running down my thighs. If everyone else fucked like Robert then this would be a workout I hoped Daddy put into my routine.

Sold Health (Part 02) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** “Think about it while you suck my dick faggot – Don’t forget, I paid for your service – you little cocksucker...” The boy took my cock back in his mouth like he was in a trance. His tongue focused on my glans and lapped my toxic precum up already. He moved his head up and down my shaft. I told him to look into my eyes, while sucking me. Once, he might have been a sensitive and intelligent guy, but now his eyes seemed dull and his spirit was broken. I was pretty sure, that he wouldn’t make a turn with the money. The drug had already fried his brain. His body and mind ached for another shot. “The choice is yours… pay your debts and live like a decent human being. You could try to save yourself and your girlfriend… or buy some of the ‘good stuff’ and make a nice trip. You could get so high – in a way you never have experienced it… you filthy Bitch.” I whispered seductively. “Think faster you stupid fuck. Once my cock spits at your face, the deal is over! He interrupted his sucking. “And you can check my status right now?” I nodded as I pulled his head back onto my penis. “A little bit of your blood will do – and I guess you are not afraid of syringes, huh?” I grinned. “And your friend will give me the money right away…” he interrupted his blowjob again. “We will pile up the money in front of your eyes. You can even count it while we fuck your brains out.” I replied to him. The lad was obviously overwhelmed by this decision. His eyes moved rapidly. And still, while his peanut brain was craving for some good stuff he dutifully lapped his tongue against my glans and sucked more and more of my poisonous scum. “Okay fuck face, you can’t make a decision, then I will shoot my load into your mouth now. You may spit it out afterwards faggot, since you don’t like to take the risk…” I frowned. I grabbed him by his ears and started pummeling into his gullet. “Hrrrmpf….. naaaaaaaw….. *chokes*” his hands moved against my stomach and tried to push me away. He pulled his head away from my cock and begged me to stop. “DEAL….” he screamed and looked at me frantically. “DEEEAAAAALLLLL…” he screamed again and seemed terrified that I would shoot my sperm any second now. I jerked my cock slowly, looking down at this piece of shit and smiled cruelly. “Please don’t shoot your load…. Deal…. please…. Deal…. *sobs*” I stopped jacking off and just sneered at the broken lad. Totally out of breath he stared at my throbbing cock. He looked up to me and asked with a timid voice “Deal?” Get the fuck up and let’s take a blood sample then and you better pray to God, that it is negative then. After a few attempts I found a vein to draw some blood from the boy. I’ve put the sample into the ‘rapid antibody’ test kit. Now we had to wait a couple of minutes for the results. “What happens if I am positive?” he asked uncertainly. “I will leave you, where I found you… what do you think would happen? You are going to die – that’s what’s going to happen to you - shithead” I replied. In the meantime I told the whore, I still had to piss urgently. Initially he went down to his knees and opened his mouth, but I told him to get up again and take my cock up his ass instead. The twink seemed to be scared about that and begged me not to fuck him yet. He really thought I would hump him and he wouldn’t get any more cash. “I am not fucking your asshole you fool. I just want to take a leak faggot.” My cock was still extremely hard and it took me a while to persuade the bitch to get up again and to turn around. In the end I simply grabbed the boy by his nape and held him in place, while I pressed my erected cock against his fuckhole. “You promise not to cum now… okay?” he asked again. He looked extremely worried. “I promise it. Just pissing… nothing else!” and I flashed a genuine smile. Of course I had to make some fucking motions. The boy was so tensed and it took me a while to settle my whole cock into his snatch. I could have rammed myself home, but I wanted to safe the hardcore action for later. I closed my eyes and tried to release my bladder. I felt the little filly was nervous. He almost pranced a little bit. “Stay still….” I moaned and released my waste into him. As soon as he felt his intestines fill up with the hot yellow liquid he mumbled over and over again ‘thank you… thank you’. I guess he wasn’t really thankful for the steaming piss, but he was relieved that I kept my promise. After I finished with my ‘business’ I told him I would withdraw my cock slowly and that he should try to keep my urine in for a while. Of course it didn’t work out completely. A few trickles went down his legs onto the floor. It was not my flat, so I didn’t care. I maneuvered him around a bit and told him he should let go of my piss out with full force. I hit him on his belly several times to encourage him to release my pee. His eyes were closed and sweat was on his forehead. He pressed hard and a yellow stream of piss shot against his cupboard and walls. He knocked some of his pictures over and I had to laugh out loudly. That was the moment when he turned his head around and saw what I had ordered him to do. “Well done boy. Two out of three… not bad!” I praised him and clapped him on his back. I went back to the table and gazed at my watch. We still had to wait a few minutes. “Come here – worthless slut and lick my ass for a couple of minutes” I commanded. Without a word of protest the lad crouched behind my body and pulled my jeans downwards. “I really hope my test results come out negative” he mumbled. “Yeah – me too. Now start tonguing my hole. Lick that shithole clean” I grunted. He started lapping his tongue over my hole. “Good boy…..” I moaned. “Don’t forget to push your tongue into my hole also. Tongue fuck me… you hear me? Clean my dirty hole the proper way.” When the time had come to check the test results I announced, I would open the kit now. He stopped his tongue action and mumbled some nonsense. It almost sounded like a prayer. Yeah – I heard him pray to God, that his results would turn out negative. I slapped him on his head and told him to keep on sucking my ass. When I saw his result was negative I farted into his open mouth and made the boy moan repulsively. “You are negative slut.” I farted again into his face. “Good job!” I turned around slowly. “We got a Deal!” I announced proudly and ruffled the boys hair playfully, like he was the big winner here. “Man – I am so happy I am negative. That is so cool. Now I can get some cash from you. Thank you… man. Thank you for choosing me” he repeated himself constantly. I used my cell phone to contact my partner in crime. “Hey there… it’s me… I found a whore to gamble with us.” “19 years old and wasted. Drugs… he is negative and sort of good looking” “Nah – just an ordinary whore. Yeah – wait….” “Talk to him nicely and give him your address. We want to continue with the show.” I grinned and handed the boy my mobile phone. “Yes. Hello sir. Yes… I am the slut who wants to take poz cum. Thank you. I can’t wait to feel your poz cock tearing up my asshole either *he looked a bit scared now* Yes…. please don’t forget the money, okay?” Then he gave my pal his residential address and then my mate hung up. I took back my phone and smiled down at the crouching boy. He started stroking my cock slowly and smiled back happily. “We will fuck you hard. You know that… Hm?” I asked him. “Yeah” he stopped smiling and looked a bit concerned now. “Will it hurt a lot?” he asked. “We won’t use spit or lube” I told him. “We spend a lot of money on you… it is only fair, that you should tear inside” All of a sudden the twink looked like a small kid again. A bit lost – and still he was a grown up boy who knew, more or less, what he was doing. “I will fuck you at first, because I found you… that might hurt a bit, because I fuck you dry. But believe me, it will hurt my cock too. But you won’t hear me complaining about it – so I expect you to be a champ also and just take what’s coming into you…” “Then my mate will fuck you immediately after I shot my load. So with my sperm as lube you will probably enjoy his fucking.” “After that we will double dick you” I grinned. “And then you are almost done…” I spoke those words and he took it like the ordeal would be over then. But I meant it in a total different way….

I went downstairs to the computer, leaving Brad a sobbing mess on the bed, but not before ramming a large plug up his ass. It was big too, thicker than my cock. I loved the new screams from Brad as I shoved it in him with no mercy. Once online I wasted no time placing as many adds online as I could. Craigslist, bbrt, a4a, recon etc. If that slut wanted bareback, then he was about to get it! The adds were basically the same. Breed My Boy! 18 y/o cumdump begging for any and all loads. Hiv a plus! Fill the little pig up with toxic waste. The dirtier the better! NO COCK REFUSED! From now until....? That, with a few nasty pics should be all I need to get people's attention. And it certianly was! In under an hour I had 4 responses, more would come in through the night. I promptly replied to every one, simply giving my address and telling them to be quick. The first of what would be 23 men arrived shortly. He was sick, you could tell. He was probably handsome when he was younger, but not now. I took him upstairs to a gagged and hooded Brad. (Didn't want them to hear his protests!) The man stripped, and I shuddered at his thin body. He fingered Brad's hole as he stroked his cock hard. Without a word, he just climbed on top and stuck it in. Brad tried to voice his objection, shaking his head. "You sure he wants this?" Asked the man? "Oh yes." I assured him. "This is part of his "fantasy", to pretend he's being raped." The sickly man pounded Brad for a solid 10 minutes before unloading God knows what into him. The next man to arrive was younger, healthy looking, but assured me he was viral and not on meds. He had a long pinky nail that he used to further bloody up Brad's cunt before he shoved his nice 8 inch cock in the teenager. He fucked Brad good and hard before dumping another dirty load in him. After the 3rd guy had fucked him, Brad quit fighting and just took it. He didn't have a choice anyway! By sunrise, the last man had finished his duty punishing Brad, and I took down the ads. I grabbed his old backpack, stuffed it full, and stuck a hundred dollar bill into a pocket. Then I untied Brad, retied him, and carried him down to the garage, throwing him in the trunk. I drove around a while, till I found a nice secluded alley downtown. I opened the trunk and pulled a barely conscious boy out and dropped him on the ground with his pack. Then I untied him, and left him naked, pulling away as I watched a dirty homeless man approach him, unzipping his pants. I laughed as I drove away. Epilogue About a year later I happened to be driving down town when I saw a dirty, disheveled young man sitting in front of an abandoned building. Sure enough, it was Brad. He recognized my BMW as I pulled over. I walked up to him, threw 5 bucks in his face, spit on him and walked away.

Holy Shit, this guy is really becoming a whore and cum slut for BBC , lucky boy, keep this story going, every time I read a story I think it is amazing all the twists and turns these writers take to make their stories different and want to have people read, this is a must read for those that love BBC and the transformation of a young boy into a drugged cumslut

Part II: Okay, I have to be honest. I was a little jealous listening to Miguel fuck Brad. And I couldn't stop thinking about how Miguel's big dick felt in my mouth. I had to suck him again, at least! So, I finally got up the courage to message him on a4a from my real profile. Me: hey. I met you a few weeks ago. I sucked your dick in my kitchen before you fucked my roommate. I noticed that he read the message and then didn't respond. I looked at his profile and saw that he changed it back to HIV positive at some point. It was read, but there was no reply. Damnit. I waited for over an hour and then checked again. I then realized that he might be afraid to talk to me after what happened with Brad. So, I messaged him again to make sure he knew that I didn't know about what happened. Me: I would like to see you again. I loved sucking your big dick. I was kinda jealous that you fucked my roommate too. Ah! It worked. Miguel resonded. Miguel: Well, your roommate is really weird, man. I don't know what's up with that. Me: Oh .. he's a pompous ass. Everyone he sleeps with ends up hating him for one reason or another. I want to move out, but it's so hard to find the right roommate and he won't let me off the lease. There we go. I figured Miguel would feel cool talking with me now. Why would he expect that I set up my roommate for a stealth pozzing? I got a little hard thinking about that again, which only made me a little more forthright as our conversation continued. Miguel: yeah, I would probably move out if I were you and I had the chance. Me: I keep looking for other places. But, I gotta say that from what I heard, he loved the way you fucked him. I was trying not to overhear, but I heard him beg you to keep fucking him and moaning soo loudly. Miguel: well, he said he wanted it. then, he got upset and changed his mind after I came in him. it was so weird. I found myself rock-hard thinking about those slapping noises. And now I wanted to feel what Brad felt with that big dick pounding my ass. I tried to shake off the thought, but had to let Miguel know somehow that I wanted it. Me: If you ever fucked me, I wouldn't change my mind. I never had a big dick like your up my hole. I bet it feels amazing. I want to finish sucking you off still too! I had wondered for a moment if I was going to scare him off by being so direct. But, he replied still. Miguel: you know I'm poz, right? Me: Oh yeah, I saw it on your profile. I'm cool with it, though. Okay, I wasn't cool with it. But, I couldn't get that cock out of my head. My dick was straining to escape from my jeans as we continued chatting. Miguel: Good .. because I want to finish fucking your mouth and then get in that cute little ass of yours. I had to unzip my jeans and let my straining cock escape the pressure. It was too uncomfortable. And I had to hear more about what Miguel wanted to do to me. Me: how will you fuck me? His answer seemed to take forever to come back. I stroked eagerly and kept refreshing my inbox. He finally answered. Miguel: First, I would fuck your face as you make my dick sloppy. Then, I eat your ass until you beg me to put it in. Next, I position you on all fours, and enter your tight hole from behind. I start slowly so you can get used to my big dick inside you. Then, I pick up the pace until you are getting every inch, and your hole is stretch as wide as it can. And that's when the real fucking will begin. I had to stop jerking my cock. I was about to explode at that point. Me: Holy fuck! That sounds amazing. Come get at me NOW !!! Miguel: Are you alone? I don't wanna see your crazy roommate. Me: I'm all by myself. Please come! I never had felt such an urgency. I wouldn't really let him fuck me, though. I'd just suck him off. And I know he'd understand. Miguel: You're really hot. But, I dont want to have someone else change their mind on me .. so .. here's what you need to do ... Miguel instructed me on how to make sure nobody would doubt that I wanted a poz guy to fuck me. Sadly, it meant that I would have to wait a week. He had three requirements. I had to e-mail him one day and beg for it. I had to text him a couple of days later, again begging for it. And then, I had to leave him a voice mail a couple of days after that. And I had to tell him I didn't care that he was poz. He was emphatic one one point: it has to be believable. Challenge accepted, I thought. The e-mail: Dear Miguel, thanks for being honest with me about your poz status. I really appreciate it. I want you to know that I'm still very attracted to you. You are the sexiest guy I ever met in my life. I'm so glad I got to suck on your dick that night I met you. Now, I want more. Please fuck me bareback with your huge cock. I need it sooo bad! I wannt you to fuck me and cum in me. I don't care if it makes me poz too. I need you so badly. Please please please fuck me! After I wrote that e-mail, I jacked off and shot a fountain of cum that unexpectedly ended up in that keyboard. Damn, I didn't see that happening. The text message: It actually took me an hour to figure out what to write. Well, that's because I had to stop and jerk off the more I thought about it. Finally, I sent it. Miguel. idk if u saw my email yet. i want u to fuck me. i know ur poz. im cool with that. pls fuck me raw. idc if end up poz. i need you in me. pound me soon! pls! pls! It bothered me that I didn't get any response a day later. Why was he making me wait?! That sucked. The hardest part was the voice mail. It had to be convincing. And, I still had doubts. I thought of his big cock and started stroking my cock again. The more aroused I got, the braver I got. I was rock hard when I decided to make the call and leave the voice mail. When I called him, it went right to voice mail. Good, he's still up for it, I reasoned. The voice mail: Hey, Miguel. I emailed and texted you. I want to make sure you know that I still want it. I want you to fuck me raw with your big dick. I don't care that you're poz. You're soo hot. I'd do anything for your cock. (I didn't plan to leave the next part, but I was so horned up, it just kinda came out.) I'll suck your dick, swallow your cum. You can cum in me. Fuck me hard and deep! (Suddenly, I was about to erupt as I grabbed my cock tighter and jerked.) Miguel, please fuck me soon. Fuck me deep and hard. Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! Make me cum! Fuck! (And then I came, and quickly hung up the phone.) Well, I hope that counted. Because there's no doubt that was believable. LOL. I couldn't wait to hear back from him now. Even though I just blew a load, I *still* wanted him desperately. (Too be continued.)

I've been considering getting a room there one afternoon/evening to be a cumdump. I figured it would be in a pretty accessible location for guys to stop by on their lunch break or after work.

I usually tolerate winter, though I don't love it. OTOH, I'm not a fan of July in South Florida, either. I just had this conversation with a friend. I'm probably not retiring for a couple years, unless someone wants to give me a nice severance package 🙂 That's still early 60's, though. I have a HS friend who moved to Puerto Vallarta and loves it. BUT he speaks reasonable Spanish. You can probably survive on English in a resort city but the home language is helpful. If I were ever to relocate, it would be somewhere I could maintain a higher standard of living. I never thought about it too seriously, just sort of like how people who aren't looking to move peruse real estate listings for fun. But given the political environment, while I'm not panicking, I'm thinking about it slightly more than I did a year ago.

But remember…. Very few places have wonderful weather all year round … yes it gets cold and snowy in the north during the winter…. But it gets beastly hot and humid in the south east in the summer (and just Really hot in the southwest in the summer) I think Phoenix had - what over 140 days over 100 degrees in 2024??? so think about what you prefer… or which you find worse best to visit places … at different times of year- before you move

When I was young, I lived in New York City. I used to walk up to the park and cruise the ramble naked. When I saw someone I’d bend over and offer my ass. I would get homeless guys to fuck me all the time. There were so many of them I could hang out in the park all night. I’ve taken more homeless loads than I can count. It was heaven. They wanted nothing, just to get off. I was happy to,offer my services. Sometimes I’d let them come home with me for a shower, some food, fresh clothes and to drop a load or two.

Absolutely not offended at all... i know what my ass is used for and a cuntbit most certainly is!

Im going next Wednesday (naked night) I am hoping my biohazard tattoo on my lower back will gain a lot of attention

The last, long fuck by Master before I left for NY

Getting Away – Part 6 Matt hears the music begin for the DJ Mardi Gras party. Matt heads towards the pool to find Paul and their stuff. Matt gets to the pool and sees their cooler next to a couple of the bears. He sits down, makes a drink, and asks if they’ve seen Paul. They say Paul left with a few guys about a half hour ago. They ask where Matt was and he says, “I met some new friends in the pool. We went to spend some time together.” They all laugh and one of the bears calls him a slut, but in a good-natured/envious tone. As Matt drinks his drink, he looks around and the pool area has mostly thinned out. Matt says, “This place is almost empty. Did everyone pair off to fuck?” One of the bears says, “Ha. Slut. No. Most of the guys are having dinner and getting ready for the party tonight.” Matt blushes a bit at his assumption that everyone was doing what he was doing. The guys say the party can get a bit wild and that some of their friends who have an RV set up close to the party usually have beer and a small bar. Matt asks if he can bring something and they say, “Bring whatever you and Paul want to drink and they’ll keep it for you.” The bears say, “Come by our campsite in a about an hour and we can head over together.” They clean up their area. The bears head back to their campsite. Matt carries the cooler back to the cabin. He sees a guy on their porch and says hi. The dude is smoking weed and is clearly high as fuck. Matt hears Paul say “I’m cumming” from inside the cabin. Matt smiles. He asks the dude on the porch, “What’s up?” The guy on the porch says, “I came already so I came out here to smoke some more while Paul fucks my friend.” High dude, speaking as much to himself as to Matt, continues, “Dude fucks bareback. No judgment, but damn. I got head from Jay while your dude was rearranging his ass. I love getting fucked and fucking but I only do it with condoms dude, ya know?” Matt just nods along. Jay and Paul come out. High dude offers the joint to them. Paul takes a puff, Jay takes a puff and Matt passes and the joint goes back to High dude. Paul introduces Matt to Jay who says, “Nice to meet you. I saw you in the pool earlier. You’re sexy. The guys I know say you are popular too.” Jay smiles and says, “Bottom to bottom. Don’t steal all the tops. We gotta get fucked too.” Matt laughs and says, “Sounds like you just got fucked.” Jay says, “Paul is a great fuck. I could do that again any time.” High dude says, “Jay you’re such a slutty cum dumpster man.” Paul says, “And he swallowed your load. Maybe show some gratitude.” Jay, Paul and Matt step away from High dude, clearly not liking what they are hearing. Jay apologetically says, “A lot of my friends think like this. I mean we all have sex right, but a bottom who has sex is somehow sluttier.” Matt says, “I feel that guys judge me more because I’m a bottom that likes to have sex.” Paul says, “I judge you both and rate you very highly.” Jay collects High Dude and heads out. As they are leaving Jay turns and says, “Hey can we keep this between us. I don’t want my friends to lecture me this weekend.” Paul says, “I never kiss and tell. Except Matt. He knows all.” Matt shrugs and says, “Secret is safe with me dude.” Matt and Paul go inside. Matt tells Paul the plan for liquor and the party. Paul finds a joint left behind by the guys. They go back on the porch to smoke it. Paul asks Matt if he had fun and Matt gives a few details. Paul shares a bit too. Matt tells Paul what the high dude said about fucking bareback. Paul says, “Yeah he caused a bit of a scene. For a dude that gets high, he was kind of an aggressive dick.” They finish the joint and head out, clean up, shower, and change for the party. Matt has changed into sneakers and some small blue shorts, the half shirt/jersey from earlier. Paul is in an open button down and shorts. Matt compliments Paul's shorts. Usually Paul wears cargo shorts, but tonight his shorts show off Paul’s nice thighs. Matt says, “Been a while since we’ve fucked huh? As much as these guys are fun. I miss our sex.” Paul grabs Matt’s hand and says, “Me too. I love how you love getting fucked. Later tonight maybe?” Matt says, “After the party? I want to dance.” Paul says, “Sounds good.” And almost as if this nice moment slips past the guys, Matt says, “But I don’t want to limit you tonight. You find some ass, go get it.” Paul chuckles and says, “You too.”

I was a cocksucker for a relatively long time before a regular cum donor convinced me to let him fuck me. I had no idea how to relax and take it so it was unpleasant even though he was on the smaller side. I'd say about 4-5 inches and thinner than average. The man who really helped me was older with a long, thick cock. 8 or 9 inches, thick, cut and beautifully formed. He was kind and gentle and really took his time opening my little hole as he bent me over his bed. Once my cunt was stretched, and he had straightened out a channel for his long meat, he buried it balls deep and I loved it. I was begging him to fuck me and he happily complied. Hands on my hips and driving his fuckstick in and out of me relentlessly until he bred me deep. 😍

Mine was about 7 inches, maybe 7 and a half, and also very thick. I seem to get pretty lucky with the cocks I get shoved into me - I'm usualy not overly fussy about size, yet about 75% of the ones I've had were *significantly* above what I assume to be the population average (and about half of that 75% I would classify as porno dicks). What's more is that very early on in my sex life I had a year-long period of getting regular porno dick (two of them between them covering the year) and a 3rd one (chronologically before the two frequently reoccurring ones though) was the thickest I have ever seen, in real life or in porn. I adapted remarkably quickly - although I had already ben shoving cucumbers and God knows what else up there - but yeah, if I were't an atheist I would have taken it as a sign that my destiny was to take massive dicks like a champ. And to be honest, with one of these three - the one I got closest to actualy dating - he fucked pretty aggresively, was a very compulsive popper user which just made him speed up even more, and what I think basicaly ended up happening was that with other guys he would speed up and speed up but be asked to fuck a bit less roughly before he quite managed to get to where he wanted to. But with me I think he would reach that point but due to inertia keep getting faster and rougher and everything until he would kinda collapse and stick a fist in. He didn't even like fisting but would end up fisting me on about 50% of occasions (without me even asking for it) so he probably felt like he needed to make my arse sore and worn out (which I approve of - there's nothing lik feeling where you've been railed two days afterwards)

I am shocked this is a thing. I have literally been getting bred since I was 13 and never have I had a top that seemed to want to hurt me. When I tell a top(usually well hung) go slow or hold up they do it. This usually only lasts for seconds. I would be very apprehensive of a man that derives pleasure from causing someone else pain. Umm Jeff Dahmer? Just sayin.

Justin felt like he needed more poppers or something, why did this guy not pull out now that he came. The longer he kept his fat dick lodged in Justin's hole the more it hurt. Then poppers were put under his right nostril and he inhaled deeply then the left. Still hurt but Justin kept doing it and after the sixth his boy pussy started to open up and the guy lodged in his ass said, fuck that pussy is hungry. You need more cum boy? I have been working up another load as your tight ass kept pulsing on my fat dick. You have not idea what your ass feels like, dude it is better than a pussy! Justin began to whisper fuck me please Sir, I need your cum Sir. Good boy, I love a cum hungry boy! Popper one more time and then the guy who stretched Justin's throat what seemed like forever slapped Justin's lips with his fat cummy dripping dick. Boy, hope you have learned hot to throat a dick, open that fucking mouth. Justin opened his mouth and the guy grabbed his head and shoved it deep on his dick and Justin had not even had time to take a deep breath. The guy started slow fucking his throat with deep thrust and he hard him him say he is ready and then the guy slapped the side of Justin head really hard his ear started to ring and Said Fucker you better not bite my dick or use your teeth as the guy fucking him started pulling almost all the way out and then slamming his dick back inside. Justin felt like he was being town in two, he grunted and moaned on the guys dick fucking his throat and he almost forgot he needed to breath. This went on for three minutes then the guy fucking his throat must have sensed that he was about to pass out and he pulled out long enough for Justin to gasp and then shoved his dick back in and started fucking his throat and four minutes later the guy fucking his ass shot again and shoved his dick deep in Justin and pulsed eight ropes of cum and then slowly pulled out. A minute later the guy fucking his throat shot down it and Just felt rope after rope draining down his throat. The guy pulled out and plugged Justin's nose and made him swallow. The guy in his ass pulled out and Justin felt so empty they both got dressed talking to each other but not to Justin. Then Just felt something really thick as his anus and lots of pressure and a minutes later a fat but plug slipped in Justin and it felt amazing. The guy did not say anything as the two guys talked all the way to to the door and then Justin felt his wrist being unfastened and the guy said, don't fucking move until you hear the door close. Two minutes later the door closed and Justin collapsed on the bed with his blindfold still on. Justin slipped off the blindfold and rolled off the bed. His ass was so full, he walked to the living room where the computer was up and he could see BBRT was up and Mark had been imming Dan the guy who put the butt plug in, he could see that was the last thing typed. Just read the IM's. Dan - Mark the kid is one horny little slut. Mark - I knew this one was gonna be a good one. Dan - Don't get me wrong the kid still needs training but he has started calling me Sir! Justin went to scroll down and the screen closed. Fuck, he quickly signed and and the im was gone. He looked for Mark and could not find him but there was a message from Mark. Hey boy, sounded like you were backing out so I sent my buddy Dan over to help you and make sure you gave up that pretty little whore ass of yours. Let me know how it went! Justin sat there and thought wow this was an amazing night and just about the time he was going to reply a private message came up. The message read: Need cum dump bottom for a party downtown on the weekend. Just a hot boy ready to take loads all night. Party favors will be given to the little slut who gets picked. Let use know if you would like to be in the running! You must be able to take large dicks and lots of cum! Justin felt his dick tingle but did not get hard and he started playing with it trying to get hard. Felt amazing but it was still soft. ........

Payback’s a Birch (and so is my Brother) Part 6 I leaned in and kissed Tyson forcing my tongue down his throat just before I told him, “Bro, when this weekend of over, your ass is going to be bleeding com.” I then gave my little bro another slam and proclaimed, “The neg, straight, jock boy is open for breeding.” With Tyson’s drugged up jock body secured I the sling I watched as one by one my friends each took a turn at his ass. I made sure he was constantly high reducing him too nothing more than the cum dump I him to be. The only sound heard from him were moans of pleasure and the occasional response when the guy fucking him was ready to breed him to which my bro would almost beg for the top to shoot inside his ass. By the time the last guy left Tyson was ready for a break. We helped him out of the sling, upstairs and into a hot shower before I have him something to knock his ass out for a while. We all needed some rest before we'd start pimping his ass out at the various bathhouse's. Tyson sleep a good 12 hours before he finally woke up sandwiched between myself and Rod. He quickly realized that all three of us were naked. I was sure he could feel my had cock near his ass as we began to move about. What he want prepared was my grabbing him by the waist and pulling him towards me. His first instinct was one of resistance, but as the tip of my cock touched his still com soaked hole a switch flipped and the pussy boy we created suddenly pushed back to get as much of my raw cock inside him as he could. He moaned out as my cock bottomed out balls deep. Rod flipped around giving Tyson access to his morning wood while he had access to Tyson’s semi hard cock. We were a little surprised with all the Tina he had over the weekend that he was able to get hard at all, but sure enough he was spouting a decent hard on. With my cock lodged in his ass and Rod starting to suck Tyson’s growing cock, that left Rod's morning wood directly in front of my brother’s face. He seemed to open his mouth on instinct as he began to suck Rod’s cock. At first just taking the to into his mouth. Then little by little he began to go deeper and deeper until he had the entire shaft moving in and out of his throat. Rod took a moment to praise Tyson on his cock sucking skills, “That’s it jock boy, eat that dick. You know you want that dirty cum of mine for breakfast.” By now Tyson and I were really going at it. He was working his ass to meet every thrust I made. I could feel every muscle in his ass flexing as he worked to get me to cum. With Rod’s cock lodged in his throat I was sure he couldn’t say much, but I had plenty to say, “Looks like little bro is starting to like cock. I can tell your ass is hungry for another load of my special cum and from the lack of sounds your making your wanting a nice protein breakfast.” Shortly after that was said I felt the familiar tingle if the impeding orgasm and with the silks my brother was demonstrating I was sure Rod wasn’t far behind me. I felt Tyson’s ass spasm as he began to shoot his load down Rod's throat. Rod sent me over the edge as I began to fill Tyson’s ass. Tyson didn’t have to wait long before he was greedily swallowed every drop of Rod’s cum.

5. "You need another hit from the pipe," TJ said. "I do?" I asked. My head was swimming already. I had already done more tina than I had planned, done more poppers than I wanted, and now TJ was suggesting that I continue the process. "Yeah," TJ said. "Get you to the next level." Before I could protest, he had stuck the pipe in my mouth, and was already adjusting the flame on the torch. "Tweaked out faggot boy," he said, as I started to inhale the thick clouds. "Make it good for me," he said. I focused on the pipe and the tendrils of white vapor forming in the bowl. It was far easier than the alternative, which was to focus on my now empty hole. The loads from the three different men were mixing inside of me. My body was absorbing the sperm, learning and incorporating the jizz into a permanent part of me. I would never be able to say I was a pure white man again. "That's what I want from you," TJ said, as I sucked on the pipe. "Get you properly fucked up for a fucked-up night." My lungs were nearly at bursting, and I paused for a moment. "Little bit more," TJ said. I took one last gasp from the pipe. Mercifully, TJ took the pipe from me, rather than forcing me to ask the black man to stop forcing drugs on me. "Now, hold it for me," TJ said. "Focus on my cockhead," he continued, guiding my head back down to his dark, hard shaft. I was getting used to TJ's cock, and this time, the head slid in easily. "Just the cockhead," TJ said, reminding me to not go too deep on the cock. I ran my tongue around the thick head, savoring the pre-cum that was dripping from his piss slit. In the moment, it didn't matter that TJ was black. "Fuck that's good," TJ said. All that mattered was that I was able to give him some pleasure. "Ooph," I said, finally unable to hold my breath any longer. I exhaled, and the thick cloud obscured my head and TJ's dick for a moment. I was suddenly aware that the door was still open. Anyone walking by could see that we were partying. Not that it was a problem; everyone at the club was probably on at least something, if not several drugs. "That's nice," TJ said, and gently guided my head back to his cockhead. "Feels good. Your mouth on my dick." I took the tip into my mouth and licked off a bead of pre-cum. I didn't care that it was pre-cum from a black cock. I didn't even care that the door was wide open and anyone walking by could see me servicing a black man. All that was important was that it was a pre-cum and I was the lucky cocksucker who got to lick it up. "Just keep on doing that," TJ said. I obliged, working my way up and down his shaft, teasing out a few more drops of pre-cum. "You need another hit," TJ said. I shook my head. I had done more tina than I was used to, and it was time for me to slow down. "No," TJ said, contradicting me. "You need another hit." The tone was clear; I had no choice in the matter. I slowly pulled off his cock, carefully lapping up all the mixed pre-cum and spit from his shaft. TJ had the pipe ready, and as soon as my mouth was empty of his dick, he stuck the glass stem in my mouth. "I want you to do a nice big hit," he said. He held the torch under the bowl and carefully heated it up. It seemed like it should have been empty by that point, but the bowl quickly filled up with the thick white clouds. I inhaled slowly but deeply. Like sucking off the black men, getting fucked by a Latino, or all the other things I had done that night, I knew I was doing something I would regret later. But in the heat of the moment, it seemed like the right thing to do. "That's it, cocksucker. Show me what you can do with a glass cock." I stayed focused on the pipe, making sure that as soon as the bowl re-filled, I drained it. "Damn, that's hot. Seeing you suck down those clouds," TJ said. He was smiling, and I wondered what he had planned for me next. Finally, my lungs were filled. I nodded. TJ shook his head. "I know you can do more," he said. "Hungry faggot like you," he continued, and left the torch under the bowl and the pipe in my mouth. I gasped and inhaled even more of the thick clouds. At this point, there was no more air in my lungs; it was all drugs. "That's it. That little extra is going to send you flying," TJ said, and finally, mercifully, removed the pipe from my mouth. He guided my head down to his dick and then started to suck on the pipe himself. "Oh yeah," he grunted, careful not to lose too much of the drug. "Fucking good stuff." As I sucked on his cock, he took a long hit from the pipe. One hand, he used to adjust the torch, but the other rested on the top of my head, just in case I had any doubts about my job at the moment. It was obvious that he wanted me to hold the hit. I did just that, even as I wondered if I would pass out from lack of air. Finally, I couldn't hold it any longer, and I exhaled my hit. "That's it," TJ said. "Get you up in the clouds." I dared to look up at him briefly and saw him staring off into the distance. TJ's eyes were glazed over in that familiar haze of drug-induced pleasure, where all that mattered to him was the pipe and my mouth on his dick. "Mmmmmm," he moaned, as my mouth went back down on his thick, dark shaft. "Just what I'm needing right now," he continued. I looked up and saw him exhale a thick cloud. Even as high as I was, I couldn't help but want a little more of those wonderful white clouds, and the way they pushed our boundaries and limits. "One more, I think," TJ said, as he stuck the pipe back in his mouth. It was another leisurely hit from the pipe, making sure that his lungs were filled with the white clouds. I wanted to make him feel good as he held the hit, so I forced myself as far down on his dick as I could. Although I only made it about two thirds of the way, he still grunted appreciatively, and pushed my head a bit further down. I fought off the urge to gag. "Mmmmm," he groaned again, as he finally put the pipe and torch down. I glanced up. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed the simple pleasures of getting head. There was enough light from the open door for me to see the smile playing on his face. Finally, he exhaled, and his head was enveloped by the cloud. By the time it drifted down towards the floor, TJ's eyes were open, and he was staring down at me. "Fuck," he said. "This is damn good shit. And you're not a half bad cocksucker, either." My stomach did a flip when he complimented me, as perverted as it seemed to be happy about a nigger complimenting me on my talents sucking his dick. "You think you're ready for a nigger to fuck you?" he asked me. I pulled off of his dick, just long enough to confirm I had heard him properly. "You want to fuck me?" I asked. "Me?" he answered, albeit slowly. There was the languid pace of speaking that I knew was how some men responded to the drugs. I ran my tongue around his cock. He deserved nothing less than my utter devotion to his ebony shaft. "Me?" he asked again. "No. Not yet. Waiting for the magic hour." "Magic hour?" I asked. "Yeah," TJ said. "Magic hour. You'll know when it is. But don't worry. It's not for a while yet. Plenty of time for you to have fun." "Yeah?" I asked, and went back down on TJ's cock, waiting for him to explain more. The room grew darker. It took me a moment to realize that it was someone standing in the door. "He as good of a cocksucker as he looks?" the stranger said. I started to turn my head to get a glimpse of him, but TJ put his hand on my skull and held me in place. "Oh yeah," TJ said. "And his ass has been pretty popular as well." "Fuck," he said. There was a bit of an accent to his voice, almost French, but with a hint of a song. "That's hot. Bareback?" "Is there any other way to fuck?" "I gotta breed a hole," the stranger said. "Knock that faggot up." "That's what he's here for," TJ said. "Just a hole for our pleasure." The stranger was now behind me, his cock pressing up against my asshole. Unlike the earlier men, I could tell he was circumcised. There was not the softness of the foreskin cloaking the stiffness of his phallus. This time, there was no buffer between me and the stranger. "Right on," the stranger said. "That what I think it is?" he asked. Even though my lips were still wrapped around TJ's dick and I was staring at his curly black bush, it was obvious that the stranger was talking about the glass pipe. "Yeah. You want a hit?" "Hell yeah," the stranger said. "First things first though." From somewhere unknown, he produced a bottle of lube, and let a few cold drops of it land on my hole. "He's got a few loads up there already. Not sure you'll need that." "So much the better." In a gap in the music, I heard the bottle land on the bed next to me. His cock pressed up against my hole. The three men who had fucked me had done their job well. My hole was open and loose, and at best, I could only put up a token resistance to his thick cock invading me. "Everything is better when it's the way Allah intended it," the man said. "Allah," he had said. The accent was Arab, from the former French colonies. I had been fucked by two Latinos, a Greek, and now a Muslim. When TJ had said I would be fucked by all the colors of the rainbow, he had not been kidding. "Allah," he had said. His dick had slid into me easily. The accumulated cum had lubricated its passage, and I could feel his balls slapping against my ass. I was continuing down a bad path: I was letting men of all ethnicities and religions fuck me. I wanted the familiar pleasure of a white cock, a good Christian cock, not this sand nigger forcing himself on me. "Here you go," TJ said, passing the party supplies to the latest stranger pounding my hole. "Nice," the stranger said. There was the familiar hiss of the torch, then the slowing of his strokes as he took the deep breaths of the drug. "Fuuuuck," he moaned, then pushed his dick further into me. "Fuuuuck," he moaned again, pulled out, and slammed back into me. "Fucking nice hole," he said. The tina cloud drifted down over my head. "Do another," TJ said. The stranger shoved his dick in to me; at the moment, I was little more than a dick holster for him as he got tweaked out on the crystal I had brought. It was a good feeling, making him happy in so many ways. "And don't hold back on this faggot's ass. He's due for a good fucking tonight." "Oh yeah," the stranger said. "Gonna make him feel like the faggot he is." I already felt like a worthless faggot. My throat was stuffed full of Black cock, my ass was dripping with Latino cum and it was stuffed full of Arab cock. It was hard to imagine getting any lower than being a plaything for these virile, horny, hungry ethnic men. I was a white man. These men should be taking care of me. The anger flared for a moment, but only for a moment. My thoughts were intense but fleeting. The stranger pushed his dick deeper into me, and my imagination jumped to the possibilities of an Arab cock deep in my gut. "Oh, I think he feels like that already," TJ said. The torch was hissing, so I didn't expect a reply from the stranger. TJ continued. "Don't you? Cock in both holes. Must be in faggot heaven." I nodded in agreement, feeling TJ's dick press against my throat as I moved my head. "Fuck," TJ moaned as I did so. "That feels good." He pushed my head down, making me take a few more inches of his dick. I fought back the urge to gag; TJ deserved better than me rejecting his shaft like that. "Ins ‘Allah," the stranger said. "How much cum does he have? He's so wet." "Just a fucking slut, getting what he needs," TJ said. A white cloud floated past my head. I heard the torch again. The stranger was doing a third hit. The horrible tweaker need kicked in, and I wanted that hit to be mine. I didn't want him smoking all of my stuff. "Yeah. Get what you need," TJ said. "I've got plenty more." I had forgotten that TJ had been smoking his own pipe. He must have at least a bit more crystal. Even a small amount would be enough to keep the party going for a few more hours. There was a pause. I could hear only the loudest of the puffs from the pipe over the music. The music had shifted. It was no longer the thumping techno music. Now, it was a deep house mix of a 1970s era sleazy porn movie soundtrack. I wondered if it was a harbinger of what the night had in store for me. "Oh god this is a hot fucking hole," the stranger finally said, as the clouds slowly filled the room. "Use it," TJ said. He took the pipe back from the stranger. The Arab put his hands on my hips and start truly to pound my hole. It was intense enough that I had to brace myself to keep from totally impaling my throat on TJ's dick. I wasn't totally successful, and another two inches of TJ's shaft disappeared into my throat. This time I wasn't completely successful in repressing my gag reflex. TJ leaned in, holding my head in his hands and forcing me to keep his cock buried in my throat. "Fight through it, faggot" TJ said. "This is what you were born to do." "OH FUCK," the stranger said. "This is fucking amazing. His ass. Milking my dick." "Yeah?" TJ asked. "You like that? "Oh, hell yeah," the stranger said. "Well, not hard to make it happen again." "Fuckin' A'," he said. "Bring it fucking on." "Better get him ready for it," TJ said. He fumbled on the bed and found the bottle of poppers. "Big hit for me, cocksucker. Then all the way down." I nodded dumbly. It was hard to believe that this was happening to me, and I wasn't just watching a nasty porn movie. But it was hard to deny the sheer reality of it. Buried in my throat and my ass was a dark, hard cock; coursing through my veins was far too much tina, and now under my nose was a fresh bottle of poppers. "Hold it for me," TJ continued, as he took the bottle away and screwed the cap back on. He dropped the bottle on the bed, then rested his hands on the top of my head. I gulped a little extra air, then swallowed. TJ's cock slid smoothly into my throat and before I realized it, two thirds of his black shaft where nestled deep in my throat. "Ready?" he asked; it was unclear if the question was directed at me or the Arab man. I nodded, although it was far more acquiescence than agreement. "I've been ready," the Arab said. With the permission from the both of us, TJ pushed down on my head, forcing his cock deeper into my throat, way my point of comfort. The results were immediate and exactly what I feared. My body rebelled against the invasion, and I was racked with visceral discomfort and agony. "Oh, fuck yeah," he said, as he slammed his dick in and out of me. "Fucking milk my dick. Make me cum in that slutty white hole of yours." TJ relented for a second, and I gasped for air. I remembered wondering if he had really just called me a slut. But then, I tried to count the men that had fucked me. There was the first stranger. Then there was Jose, and then Demitri. That didn't even count the anonymous black cocks I had serviced at the glory hole, or the very first man, TJ, in the back room of where I worked. The latest stranger was right. I was a slut. I tried to say it in my head. "I'm a slut," but I couldn't do it. Despite the reality of my position, I couldn't quite admit it to myself. However, my brief moment of clarity was quickly yanked from me. It had only been enough time to take a quick gasp, before TJ pushed me back down on his cock. "Make me feel good, cocksucker," TJ said. "Wanna see you choke on all of it." "You think he can take it all?" the other guy asked. "I know he can. Because I'm gonna fucking make him take it all." TJ was leaning in, pushing me further down on his cock. I was struggling against him, trying to do anything but have his dick buried in my throat. He pressed his face up close to my ear. "Don't fight it," he said. "It's going to happen. And if you don't fight, you might be able to enjoy it." I froze. "Hell yeah, faggot," the stranger said. "This is gonna be a night to remember." TJ pushed my head down. Before I realized what was happening, another inch of TJ's thick cock disappeared into my mouth, and his cockhead pushed further into my throat. Even if it took me a moment to understand what had happened, my body's response was immediate. I started to gag uncontrollably as spit and drool dripping out of my mouth and down TJ's shaft while I fought to regain my composure. "Fuck," the stranger said, as his dick slid deep into my ass. "Fuck," he repeated. "Yeah?" TJ said. "You gonna breed the faggot?" "Fuck yeah," he replied, as his pace picked up and his dick hardened. I was still desperate for some relief; TJ's dick was almost completely buried in my throat, and I couldn't remember the last time I had breathed air. But, I realized that my body's spasms of discomfort must have felt like the most intense dick massage the man had ever gotten. "You've got me fucking on edge." "Breed him," TJ said. "That's what the faggot is here for." He leaned in towards me. "Aren't you faggot? Here for a real man's pleasure?" I nodded as best I could. TJ's dick was uncontrollably slipping deeper into my throat and it dripped pre-cum directly into my stomach as it continued to choke off my airways. It felt like I was getting precariously close to passing out, but the promised oblivion never arrived. Instead, seconds stretched into an eternity as the stranger's cock slid in and out of my body, and TJ's cock bored its way deeper in my throat. "This feels fucking awesome," the stranger said. "I'm going to remember this." "Go for it," TJ said. "Mark your territory." "Oh, fuck yeah," the Arab said. In my heightened state of awareness, I was acutely attuned to his every action and motion. His dick had been thickening and the drip of pre-cum was now a steady stream of thick man-juice. "Getting close," he admitted. "Do it," TJ said. The top of my nose was brushing against his wiry black pubes. I had swallowed almost all of his dick. I felt like I was going to be sick, but whether it was from the throat fucking or the utter humiliation of gagging on a nigger dick, it was hard to tell. "That's it faggot. Take all of my big black cock." "He fucking swallowed it all," the stranger said. He slammed his cock into me. "And took all of my rod. Fucking slut," he continued. He pulled his dick out and forced it back into me. "Fucking slut," he repeated, as he repeated his actions. "Fucking take my load." His cock twitched, spasmed, and spurted. A jet of sperm shot down the length and directly into my raw hole. I had taken one more strange man's load, which was just another step down the dark and depraved path I now found myself on. "Give it to him," TJ said. "Make him feel you breed him." "Inshallah," the stranger said. Another surge of pressure traced the length of his dick, landing deep in my hole. "Inshallah," he repeated, even as he was inseminating another man. I wondered if this quiet prayer would be heard, and if it was, what would be his god's response to it. "Inshallah," he said once more, as another jet of sperm landed in my ass. "Fill him up. Breed that slut hole of his." "Inshallah," he repeated. The sperm was flowing freely from his cock. As TJ had commanded him, he was marking my hole with his seed, making me his personal fuck toy. "Fuck," he muttered, as the spurts grew less intense. "Hole milked my balls dry," he said. "Right on," TJ said. Mercifully, he released his grip on my skull. I took the opportunity and gasped for breath, unsure what TJ or the stranger had planned for me next. "Made that hole yours, huh?" "Fuck," the Arab said. "Faggot hole sucked that load out of me." "Feels good," TJ said. "Doesn't it? That feeling when your balls are totally drained of cum." "You know it," he said. "Gonna sleep well tonight." He slowly pulled out of my hole. The chance to breathe freely had not diminished the acuity of my senses; I could feel every drop of the accumulated jizz ooze past his cockhead as he pulled out. It was an amazing feeling, but it was also painfully obvious that this was the feeling of subjugation. It was hard to imagine how much lower I could go than to have some anonymous Muslim guy fuck me raw and cum in me as a black man choked me with his dick. "Big load?" TJ asked. "More than enough to lube him up for you," the stranger laughed. "Oh, it's going to be a while before he gets this up his ass." TJ shook his dick, even as his cockhead was still lodged in my mouth. I eagerly swallowed the extra few drops of pre-cum that leaked out. "I still have his throat to destroy." "Won't be able to talk in the morning." "All a faggot needs to know how to say is 'Please,'" TJ said. I couldn't see his face, but his tone betrayed not the slightest hint of hilarity. "Twisted," the stranger said. He had just the head of his dick still inside me. "You're a hot, sick fuck." His dickhead fell out of my ass. A bit of jizz dribbled out. It was warm, but it quickly cooled down as it dribbled down my leg. He slapped me on the ass. "Hope you know what you got yourself into," he said to me. He stepped off the bed and wrapped the towel around his waist. "Door open?" he asked TJ. "Open. Gotta find the cocksucker more dick." "Nasty, twisted faggot," the Arab said. His voice was clearer, less muddled than earlier. The fuck-fog was starting to clear, and he had a moment of lucidity. "Sick," he muttered.

Week 3 When I woke Monday I went and picked up my check and had my blood drawn. The guy who drew the sample told me that I didn’t look all that good. I told him that when I woke up I wasn’t feeling all that well. He suggested that I go home and climb into bed for the day. After taking my check to the bank I did as he suggested and spent the next 3 days in bed. I woke Thursday starting to feel better and was grateful since I did not want to miss the next trial session Friday night. I headed to the testing, received my shot and got fucked like I had the previous two weeks. I saw the hottie and his roommate who double fucked me the week before. Half the night I spent with them tag teaming me, fucking and seeding my hole. After we were all done we exchanged numbers as the sun came up. Week 4 The week started like normal. I picked up my check and had my weekly blood draw when I was asked if I’d like to make some extra money this final week. I was interested in more money and asked how. I was told if I consented to spending the weekend getting multiple doses of the drug. The testing would start as early as I was available Friday and would last until Sunday. My interest was definitely peaked so I asked how much more could I earn? If I was available the entire time I could make $750. I could get an extra $250 if I was willing to try multiple forms of the drug. That made a total of $1000 I would make in addition to the $750. I couldn’t resist and agreed to the weekend testing. When I arrived Friday afternoon I prepared for a long weekend of sex. I was taken to the sling again and was prepped for my shot. I didn’t say a word as I laid there as the fixed tourniquets on both my arms. The shots were administered in both arm at the same time, but the tourniquets were removed one at a time. First the right one was pulled off and I felt the drug work into my chest as I coughed out and with no warning the left one was pulled off and I felt that hit me hard. As I lay there I began to hear a ringing in my ears and had a little trouble focusing as I felt something cool being inserted into my ass. I faintly recall someone saying that I was given a suppository that would slowly melt and ass to my high. My high, I thought this was a sex enhancement drug not a drug that gets a guy high. I was trying to comprehend what was being said but all I knew was that I needed to be fucked. It didn’t take long before I was starting to get fucked. One by one each guy began to fuck me as I began to feel a slight burn in my ass and felt the feeling of the drug begin to get stronger. As the weekend continued they kept giving me one form of the drug or another. At one point I was taken out of the sling and I was laid over a bed to allow my ass to rest. As I lay there and fed a nice cock to suck I felt a stinging on my low back. I had no clue what was going on. I was then put back in the sling where the fucking resumed. I guess that it was Sunday as I began to come around. I was no longer in the testing facility. I did not recognize where I was until I saw a guy with a towel over his shoulder that read “The Boys Club”. I knew this to be the local bath house near campus. I was trying to figure out how I was now at the local bath hose when I felt a slight sting on my low back. I got up and as I wondered around I found a key around my wrist. It had a number on it that I was told was a locker where I would find my clothes. As I pulled my underwear on I felt a sting as the waist band rested on my low back. I walked over to the mirror and looked to see a tattoo half hidden by the waist band of my underwear. I lowered the band so I could see the full tattoo to find that same strange symbol I saw on some many guys who fucked me over the 4 weeks of the trial. As I was looking at the tattoo a guy walked in and asked if I liked his work. He continued that they didn’t see many guys my age who bug chased and then celebrated testing poz with a biohazard tattoo.