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found this on a hard drive - NOT MY STORY Andy was chatting on the internet, as usual, looking for a hot guy to fuck him, as usual! He is a tall, sexy looking young guy with a nice body and a charming smile. Andy never has any trouble finding spunky men to fuck his ass. He loves to be the btm, and loves to do it bareback. He has not caught the bug so far, mainly, he thinks, because he always asks the men who are about to put their raw dicks inside him if they are "clean". So Andy read through the profiles that were on offer, and was drawn to one in particular. The guy was in his forties, much older than Andy, but he had the most beautiful penis Andy had ever seen. The guy, named Paul, had many pics in his profile of his cock, long fat and hard, sliding in and out of smooth young boy cunts, dripping with thick white cum. Even though Andy was a young hot guy, he secretly lusted after older, rougher looking men, and Paul was perfect! His body looked strong and masculine, like a solid built rugby player or something, and his eyes were deep and inviting as they stared out of the computer screen. Andy was just about to flick Paul a message, when he noticed something on the profile. It said "Full blown poz for 7 years". Andy had fantasize about being pozzed up before, but he always kept it just a fantasy. So he sent a message to the guy saying "Hi" and "Nice Cock". The guy messaged back and they got really into it, chatting about how great it would feel to have a one on one charge party for Andy tonight, and get him all loaded up with poz cum. After a while Paul asked for Andy's phone number and he admitted that he had no intention of going through with it, that he loved life too much to let his sexual fantasy ruin it! So they left it at that. Andy then went and lay down on his bed, with his dildo, and started to slide it slowly up his ass. He sniffed some poppers and wanked off, until he was close to shooting his load. He could not get the image of Pauls cock out of his mind, and he imagined that Paul was fucking him then and there, with no condom, and pumping his ass full of cum. Andy went back to the computer, without cumming, and started chatting to Paul again. Paul said "Hey, why don't you cum over, and we can have safe sex, it will be hot, there is no reason why we can't have some fun, if we are both sensible about it (-: "So Andy fought with his better judgment for a while, but finally his hard-on got the better of him and and he jumped in his car and headed over to Paul's house. When he got there he was struck by how masculine and relaxed Paul was, he was a really sexy guy! They kissed as they stood in the living room together, and Andy felt a kind of electric energy in the air. They went to the bedroom and got undressed in front of each other, their eyes all over one-another's bodies. "So, is this the first time you have ever knowingly been naked with an HIV positive man?" Paul asked "Yeah it is" said Andy nervously, he was so excited about their bodies making first naked contact, he reached out and pulled Paul on top of him, and they kissed deeply, Paul's tongue going so far inside Andy's mouth that he felt as though he was being fucked already. Paul stopped kissing him and looked into his eyes, his 8" thick hard penis was digging into Andy's groin, he said "Feels good doesn't it?" Yeah, it feels amazing" Andy replied. They continued to kiss and Andy felt the full weight of Paul's body on top of him, it felt like the best sensation in the world. Paul worked up a huge gob of spit in his mouth and slowly let it fall into Andy's mouth. Andy opened his mouth and let the spit enter him, loving the feeling of it. They kissed again, and then Paul said "Come with me". He led Andy to the bathroom and made him kneel down. He put his hard penis at Andy's lips, and began to piss, a strong stream of piss that went down Andy's throat. He swallowed it all down, his own cock hard as a rock with lust for Paul. After drinking all Paul's beautiful hot piss, they went back to the bedroom. You like having me inside you, don't you? My piss, my spit?" "Yeah, I love it" said Andy. They rolled around on the bed and Paul began to mount Andy. "I'm not going to put my dick in you, don't worry, I'm just gonna press my cock head against your hole, so you know how great it feels to have a poz cock touching your ass" Andy lifted his legs high and wide, and Paul pressed the huge head of his penis against the tight asshole before him. Pre-cum oozed from the hole at the tip of his penis, and he rubbed it into Andy's tight hole. Paul gave Andy a bottle of poppers and they both inhaled deeply. They kissed and Paul spat another large gob of spit into Andy's open mouth. "This feels so good, doesn't it" "Yeah I've never felt anything so amazing in my life" "You know, if you are into barebacking, its only a matter of time until a guy will poz you up, you may as well do it on your own terms, and with a guy you really like" "I'm scared though, I don't want to feel sickness and pain" "Don't worry, after you convert, and get the fuck flu, you wont feel sick for years, and you can enjoy sex the way it was meant to be. You can become the sperm-slut you know you are, deep inside" Andy looked deep into Paul's eyes, as the head of Paul's penis stayed firmly placed at his boy-cunt. "Oh man, I want to put the rest of my cock head inside you Andy" They sniffed some more poppers, and then Paul pressed a little harder on Andy's hole, and the pre-cum slicked it up so he could put the whole head inside. Andy took another hit of poppers, and then they kissed deeply again. He had never felt so good, his whole body was tingling and he wanted to feel Paul's penis fucking him so much. "Man, your penis is so beautiful, I love it in me so much, I need it man. I wanna take your beautiful sperm inside me" he murmured. "Oh yeah, I wanna put the whole thing in you, I wanna fuck you so hard, I want you to be a slave to my penis, to my sperm. I need to shoot my poz cum in you Andy, can i fuck you man?" They both took another hit of poppers and then Andy said "Yeah, give me your cum, I need it" Andy opened his legs as wide as they would go, and lifted his ass up as high as he could, and Paul pushed himself down, so that Andy's legs were pressed back, and their faces met perfectly. Then it happened, Paul drove his huge hard penis all the way into Andy, and their bodies connected together. "You're gonna have my cum inside you forever man, I'm gonna change your body, you're never gonna be the same again" His cock slid in and out, sometimes all the way out, then all the way in. Andy was trembling with lust, he had never experienced sex like this before, he had no idea his body was capable of such pleasure! The took deep hits of poppers, and Paul kept fucking him deep. "Oh God, man, I'm gonna destroy your body with my sperm, I'm gonna fuck you to death, you're my cum slut now, your a dirty piece of shit, you deserve my AIDS sperm boy" "Oh yeah, I need it, I'm worthless man, just fuck me up, poz me up, I need your HIV, I need your sperm so bad" said Andy, completely lost in the hotness of the fuck. "Fuck man, I'm gonna cum, my sperm is gonna take over your body, give into it man, let it enter you, don't resist it" "Oh man, Oh yeah, fuck man, give it to me, fuck me up man!" The energy in the room was so intense, Andy could feel that something amazing was about to happen in his body, and that he should not try to stop it. They kissed again, long and hard, and then Paul began to cum. He fucked into Andy hard and fast, and deep, and then shot his load of thick white sperm right into Andy's open hungry ass hole. "Oh man, wow, that was amazing!" Andy was stunned, but he remained horny, so Paul jerked him off, while his penis was still hard inside Andy. "This is your last neg load boy! You're never gonna be the same after tonight" Andy was overcome with lust and he shot a huge load of sperm onto his stomach. Paul collapsed on top of him and they lay in each others arms and fell to sleep. A few weeks later Andy came down with the flu, and eventually he tested poz. He was now a pozzed up cum slut, on the prowl for a re-charge...

New Beginning Part 1 Alex and I aren’t exactly innocent, I’ll admit. We were best friends in high school, but being on opposite coasts, we drifted apart during college. A while ago, though, we reconnected online through one of the fetish sites and discovered we were both living in the same city. After a quick back-and-forth, we picked up right where we left off, though some things had clearly changed. These days, we’re both crushing it in our careers, real alphas in that sense. But when it comes to our personal lives, that’s a whole different matter, and we’ve figured out an arrangement that’s just right for us. ----- Back in high school, there’d been a growing distance between us at the start of our senior year that I couldn’t explain. I hadn’t told him I was gay. Afraid of his reaction, I never pushed it, wanting to keep our friendship. Besides, I never had a problem meeting up with guys from the university in town. So, I basically avoided shitting where I ate. We were both summer babies. By then, we were 18 and in peak shape. Physically, we could pass for brothers. Alex was 6’ to my 6’3” and both had classic swimmer's builds from our time on the varsity swim team. Even though I was taller, he had this quiet authority that made me never question him, and I usually just went along with whatever he said. At the beginning of the season, we decided buzz our hair. Well, to be honest, he decided for us. One afternoon, while we were hanging out in his bedroom, he started complaining about his curly hair. Then, out of nowhere, that familiar look crossed his face, and I knew he’d made up his mind about something. Pulling me into the bathroom, he took off his t-shirt, grabbed a pair of clippers, and started buzzing off his curls while I sat there on the toilet, watching. You could say that’s the day things changed in our friendship. “What do you think, Luke?” he asked with a grin, running a hand over his head as his blue eyes sparkled. “Looks better, right?” For a second, I took a good look at him. God, he was sexy standing there and he knew it! With his hair buzzed, his eyes stood out even more. He was smiling, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, paired with deep dimples. I melted and started thinking about how he looked without any clothes on. “Uh, yeah, looks good,” I mumbled, feeling my cock growing in my underwear and hoping it wasn’t obvious. Smiling, he walked toward me, scattering some of the black curls around the bathroom floor. He bent down, took my hand, and started rubbing his scalp with it. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he smiled, waiting to see my reaction. I just sat there, feeling the short hairs scraping my palm. Damn, it did feel good. All I could do was nod as I started to notice his ever-present bulge growing. Like I said, physically we could pass for brothers, but Alex was definitely bigger than me. Although I’m way above average down there, it was obvious in the showers to everyone who’d won the prize in genetics. “Yep,” he smiled, lifting me up and walking me to the mirror. At this point, I couldn’t do anything but go along. It had always been this way, and he knew it. Standing at the mirror, I could feel him behind me. His bulge was barely pushing against me, just enough that I couldn’t be completely sure. He started being playful, almost teasing me, as he pulled off my shirt. "Let’s do it.” I froze. I could totally feel his bulge against my ass now. Wrapping his arms around me, he pressed his pecs against my back and pinned me against the vanity, making sure I couldn’t move. “Trust me,” he purred in my ear. He moved in and pushed me harder against the vanity to stop me from getting away. With that, he switched on the clippers. Pressing them to the back of my neck, he ran them up, buzzing a stripe right up the middle of my head to make sure it was a done deal. Closing my eyes, I lowered my head as I felt the vibrations on my scalp as his bulge pushed against me. Finally done, he grabbed a hand towel, brushed the loose hair off my shoulders, and checked me out. “There,” he laughed, “Looks good.” “Yeah?” I asked, looking at myself in the mirror, with him still against me. “Yep, definitely,” he nodded, putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me around to face him, “Even better than before.” I just stood there, not able to say a word. That's when he made his move. Taking hold of my smooth pecs, he started playing with my nipples and moved in for a kiss. “Fuck. What are you doing?” I stupidly asked, shocked that he was making a move on me. “Shhh,” he whispered, “Something I should have done before.” Instantly, our lips met, and our tongues invaded each other’s mouths. But all along, I could feel his overtaking mine, shoving it in deeper and deeper, taking possession of my mouth. We started undressing each other until our shorts were around our ankles. That's when I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Fuck, Luke,” he sighed, his cock at full mast. “Shower, let’s rinse off.” Once in the shower, he smiled, “Get in, fucker, and close the curtain, the floor’s getting wet.” Dropping my underwear, I stood there naked in front of him. It wasn’t the first time, but somehow it wasn’t the same. Walking into the shower, I closed the curtain and silently watched the water cascade down his muscled back and over his firm ass as he lathered up. When he finally turned around, my eyes moved down the ridges of his hard abs to his shaved crotch and fixed on the droplets falling from the tip of his cock. Tentatively lifting my hands to his pecs, I stepped closer and ran my hands over the smooth slabs of muscle. ‘What the fuck, Luke,” I said, cupping them, “Where’s this coming from?” “You gotta problem with it?” he chuckled with a devilish grin, flexing his pecs before slipping his hand down to my shaved junk to play with it. “Naw,” I gasped, slipping my hands over his body. “That’s better,” he sighed, planting his lips on mine. Our hands started to explore each other’s body. He was grinding his cock into mine and I gave back the same as I pressed into him. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me into him, the water making our shaved skin slick. I’d fantasized about us shaving each other for a meet, but now here we were, my hands were on him and not just to shave him. Releasing me, Alex grabbed my cock and started hitting it against his. “Shit yeah, finally,” he moaned, dropping to his knees and kissed the tip. Then, without a second thought, he opened up and took me in. I could feel his lips sliding over me and gasped, feeling the wetness of his mouth on my cock for the first time. With just the tip in, he sucked and licked the underside with his tongue. I could hear him moaning with pleasure over the rush of water in shower. Fuck, I was getting hard. That’s when he forced his mouth down and swallowed me to the root. I could feel his soft lips around the base of my shaft. “Fuck yeah, Alex,” I moaned. I held onto the shower walls to steady myself, surprised at how easily he took me down. He started to deep throat me, bobbing up and down my cock. He’d pull back until just the tip was in his mouth and flick my piss slit with his tongue. Right away, he’d force his way back down, gripping the shaft with his lips. He kept on sucking until he stood up with big grin and walked out of the shower. “Let’s hit the bed. I want you in me,” he smiled, grabbing a towel to dry off. I just stood there, under the running water, trying to take in what he’d just said and done. Not only was he into guys but wanted me to fuck him. Seeing my confusion, he tossed me a towel. “Fuck, man. I’ve wanted this for a while now. Everyone always wants me to fuck them,” he explained, holding his throbbing cock, “but I’m into nice fat cocks like yours, too.” I nodded, turned off the water, and dried myself off. Running my hand over my freshly buzzed scalp, I followed him into the bedroom where he was already sitting on the side of the bed, legs spread. I just stood there, in front of him, as he opened the nightstand drawer. “Got something we can try,” he smiled. “Dude, what the fuck?” I said, seeing him holding a glass pipe. “Don’t worry,” he grinned, heating the bowl, and inhaled, “I don't do it all the time, but this is a special occasion.” I looked down at him blowing the cloud from his lips. His cock stood straight up as his low hanging shaved sac hid his hole. Fuck, I envied it. Mine was smaller and hugged my shaft when I got hard. He looked me up and down before setting his eyes on my cock. “You’ve never fucked a guy, have you?” I just nodded side to side, not knowing what to say to any of this. “Fuck, Luke. Your cock is perfect,” he growled, holding the pipe as if to tease me, “Get over here.” Leaning over and taking hold of my cock, he pulled me onto the bed and slipped the warm stem between my lips. “Just one hit, that’s all,” he purred. ‘Damn him,’ I thought, knowing I couldn’t resist it when he did that and took the hit. “Good boy,” he smiled, “just one more deep one.” What else could I possibly do but just roll with it? Here I was with my best friend, naked on his bed, whom I had been fantasizing about. So, I went for it, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. I took a deep one, feeling the warmth filling my lungs as he played with my cock. “Deeper,” he growled, “Feels good, doesn’t it? A few more won’t hurt.” I just sat there nodding, starting to feel the effects hit me. I hesitated but did what he told me and kept taking more. Next thing I knew, our bodies were grinding, and our tongues danced as he grabbed my hand and moved it between his open legs. I started fingering his now slicked hole. This drove him even more crazy. He laid back and started moaning. “Goddam it, Luke, fuck me.” For some reason, I hesitated for a second, but I moved down and ran the tip of my cock over the entrance to his hole. Looking up into his face, I easily sank into him, spreading him open and feeling the heat wrap around my shaft. “Fuck, yeah,” he gasped, feeling me inside him. Grabbing his cock, I started rapidly pumping into him, my balls slapping against his ass. I was kind of just going through the motions, not really thinking about what I was doing. Alex kept moaning to keep it up, but suddenly, I could feel myself going soft. I tried to take it all in, finally being here with my best friend, but it was no use. Maybe it was the anxiety of it being the first time or it was a side effect of the meth that I’d heard about, but my body just wasn’t into it. I moved down the bed as my cock slipped out of him. “Sorry, I can’t,” was all I could say, feeling like a failure. Suddenly, Alex sat up, his eyes locking with mine. “Fucker, it’s ok,” he said, kissing me, “I thought you might be a total bottom gay boy and the T you just smoked proved it.” I started to think about all the times we hung out and how it never came up. “You knew about me?” “Yep. I figured it out a while ago,” he smiled, taking another hit before exhaling. “I was cool with it and figured it didn’t matter. So, I didn’t mention it.” “So, what changed?” “I guess I just wasn’t sure how I really felt about guys, until I spent the month at my uncle’s place this summer. I met one of his neighbors. Fuck man, he showed me how good a cock feels up my ass,” he said, looking off into the distance. “Fuck,” I moaned, realizing the moment the distance between us started. “That’s when I started thinking about you differently. Fuck, I realized you were the only one I could always be myself with,” he sighed, looking directly at me. “And that,” I asked, motioning to the pipe, “He show you that, too?” “Yep, he did. I’ll tell you all about it sometime,” he grinned, inhaling another hit and placing his lips against mine, “But now’s not the time.” That’s when he exhaled the cloud into my mouth. He was so in control that I just inhaled it before we kissed again. I still couldn’t believe we were doing this. I started kissing his neck and grabbed his hard cock. I kept on, moving down to his pecs and started moaning, licking the deep ridges of his abs. I gave his cock a few strokes before moving past it and kissed his thighs. “Fucker, suck it,” Alex groaned, “I know you want to.” It was true, I did. So, I grabbed onto his nuts and slowly started licking up his shaft, feeling that popped out vein wrapped around it. I wanted to remember how it felt and tasted. Hitting the underside of the mushroom head, I stopped. There it was, a huge drop of pre-cum slowing rising out of his wide-open piss slit. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Grabbing his cock, Alex held the head with two fingers and squeezed. I quickly moved to taste it, but he pulled back. “Uh, uh,” he purred, “Tell me what you want.” “Please,” I moaned, looking at the droplet just sitting the between the folds of his piss slit, ready to drop any second. “Please, what?” he chuckled, waving his cock just out of my reach. Looking up into his eyes, I said it. “Please, let me taste it, Alex. I want your cock.” Then, I hit the jackpot. He nodded and I moved in, lapping up the pre-cum before taking him into my mouth. I started moaning, realizing it was finally happening. It wasn’t my imagination. “Fuck!” he groaned, putting his hands on my head and caressing my freshly buzzed scalp, “Goddammit.” I started teasing him, slowly sucking and sliding the tip of my tongue over the piss slit. He couldn't help but moan every time. After a bit, he started to push my head deeper and I let him do it. I wanted to feel him down my throat, but wasn’t sure I could take him. Bit by bit, I let him in. I kept sucking him, my tongue wrapping itself on the underside of the shaft. I was loving it, and I could tell he was, too. Maybe it was the meth or maybe it my wanting it so much, but I slid my tongue along the underside and forced myself down his cock ‘til I could feel him hit the back of my throat. That’s when I gripped his hips and pushed myself more. “AH, SHIT!” he growled, feeling the pressure of my throat give way and he completely slid in. My nose hit his shaved crotch. I couldn’t breathe and started gagging. Part of me didn’t care. I’d done it. I was sucking my best friend's cock. Seeing me continuing to gag, he pushed me off. “Fucking cocksucker! You did it!” he laughed, seeing my spit dripping off my chin before rolling me onto my back. I laid there, looking at him stroking his slimy cock covered in my spit. “Gotta get you ready for Big Alex,” he joked. I gasped as he slipped two rough fingers inside me. Finding my spot, I started moaning. I lifted my hips to meet his slow, deliberate movements, making sure I was ready for him. Satisfied, he spread my legs and placed the tip of his cock at my stretched hole. He slowly started pushing into me. At first, I didn’t think I could take him, but the meth kicked in, and I threw my head back. “Fuck! Do it!” “Damn right, I’m gonna do it,” he growled, feeding me one more hit. “Told you it was a special occasion, and I want to make sure you can take me. Just inhale and relax.” I needed his cock and didn’t care that I was smoking meth, as long as he fucked me, so I took a deep one and tried to relax. “Goddamn!” I yelled, feeling him opening me up. Fuck it hurt. But at the same time, his thick cock felt good sliding into me. “Yep, fucker, you took it right in. No girl’s been able to do that so fast. Usually takes a while,” he moaned, working it slightly in and out of me to get me used to his massive cock. Looking up at him, I could see his eyes filling with lust. “Yeah, Alex, fucking fill me, I’m no fucking girl,” I moaned, losing control and accepting he was in charge. “That’s the plan, fucker,” he growled, going in deeper, “I should’ve done this the minute I got back.” I was feeling him deep inside me now, his balls pressed against my ass. “Shit, you’re fucking huge!” I moaned, “I can’t...” Gripping my hips, he pulled back, just leaving the tip inside me. "You can do it. Gonna breed that fucking tight ass of yours,” he grunted, pushing slowly back in. He paused with about half his shaft left to go. He took a deep breath, grabbed my hips and slammed the rest of it into me. "Goddamn, fuck," I kept repeating as he told me to relax and enjoy it. I loved the mix of pleasure and pain as he leaned in, sweat dripping, and kissed me. He started pumping into me a little harder. “Your hole feels so good on my cock. Tell me how much you’ve thought about it. I know you have.” Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him in and held him tight. “Fuck, Alex,” I grunted as he started pounding me, “I’ve fucking been jacking off thinking about that fat cock of yours ever since you went away.” “Yeah, fucker? Well, you’ve got it now, anytime you want it.” At this point, I urged him on, recognizing the signs he was close and knowing he’d be unloading into me soon. “Shit, yeah. Give it to me, Alex.” The room filled with our moans from the fucking ‘til I could feel his cock swelling up even more. "Fucking take it," he kept grunting. He kept it up, thrusting harder and harder, before collapsing on top of me. I could feel him spasming and shooting into me. Wrapping my legs around him, I held him tight, feeling the spasms continue and wondering what the fuck was happening. “You ok,” I asked after a bit. “Yep,” he panted, finally calming down. “That happens sometimes. Fuck, that was great. I was worried you couldn’t take me. But, with a little help,” he smiled, motioning to the pipe, “You did it, fucker.” “Sure did,” I laughed and kissed him. I laid beneath him, his body pressing down on mine. Our shaved skin was slick with sweat as the heat from his body mingled with mine. After that, the distance disappeared, and things went back to how they used to be, now just with a little extra closeness between us. I never did try topping again. How could I, after taking Alex’s cock? From then on, all I wanted was his cock inside me, filling me up, and he was more than happy to help with that. Plus, he made sure the pipe was handy, if I needed it.

This story was inspired by the guest who wrote “Devil's Doorstep” Frazer was a straight lanky 26 year old who worked for the Scottish probation service. It was his last assignment before the weekend, he had to visit the accommodation of a recently released sex offender to ensure it was appropriate. He rang the bell and was answered by a muscular middle-aged man wearing only a dressing gown. He apologised, claiming he had just been showering. Frazer went up the stairs to his flat. Although, the one bed flat was mostly in order: clean and tidy. When he entered the bedroom to check it out, he was shocked by what he saw.: attached to the bed head and base were chains with manacles. “I'm sorry but you can't possess these items, given your previous proclivities. You could easily use them to re-offend” “Oh, come on”, he replied, it's just a bit of fun, surely probation can't deny me that.” “I'm sorry but this is clearly against your conditions of release, you could be returned to prison for this.” Frazer went over to examine the manacles. The offender followed him and before Frazer knew what was happening, he has clamped one of the manacles to Frazer's wrist and then pushed him on the bed, forcing his other wrist into the other one. “Do you mean like this?” he answered menacingly. “Let me go now, you are in serious trouble!” “No I'm afraid it's you who are in serious trouble!” as he dragged Frazer's trousers and pants down and then manacled his ankles to the base of the bed. ”Stop now! I warn you, you will be sent straight back with little chance of parole!” The other guy just grabbed Frazer's cock and started to wank it to erection, The action of doing so, caused Frazer's cock to stiffen and to a very small degree to weaken Frazer's resolve. He questioned his sexuality, but then realised it was a natural reaction to his circumstances. When it was fully erect, he started to suck on Frazer's dick, ensuring it was fully erect. “I'll show you how much you are clearly enjoying this!”, he retorted, He sucked furiously on Frazer's dick and soon made it very lubricated and completely rock hard. “Hmm. time to ride your dick”, he exclaimed. At that he removed his dressing gown and was completely naked. He sported a biohazard tattoo, that only warned Frazer further of what danger he was in. He moved over to Frazer and placed his hole over Frazer's enormous manhood. It was easy with the copious saliva that he had applied to this cock to push down and let this cock enter him deeply. He then moved up and down on Frazer's pole, gripping his cock with occasional squeezing of his sphincter, whenever Frazer' cock head entered him. This really encouraged Frazer to move nearer to orgasm. He sped up, still tantalising Frazer's cock. and it became just too much for him as Frazer spasmed and sent his sperm shooting out of his anal virgin's cock, straight up his arse, “See, your gay like me!” he mocked. “Now I'm going to return the favour!” Sure Frazer was questioning the experience and the fact this fucking had lead to his massive explosion inside this man, but he became terrified at the idea, he was going to be fucked with a toxic cock. Frazer started to struggle against his bondage. All that lead to was the man adjusted the chains to his feet, pulling Frazer's legs upwards and outwards. He then clamped this new position in firmly. Frazer's arse was now fully exposed to the cumming onslaught. Frazer watched as the man repeatedly spat on his hands and then lubricated his dick with the saliva. To Frazer's surprise, watching the man then wanking himself to full erection made his own cock start growing to attention too. “Hah, see you're looking forward to it!” he claimed. That made Frazer plead with him to desist. But the only response was to see him climb onto the bed and then place his fully erect and wet cock against Frazer's hole. The man pushed firmly against Frazer's hole and his penis head popped inside, then with a further push his whole manhood was forced inside Frazer's arse. He began slowly pushing in and out of Frazer's hole, whilst Frazer begged him to stop and yet at the same time, Frazer's cock was getting very stiff and rubbing against the man's belly, even oozing precum onto his stomach. This turned the man on further and he started to increase the speed of his humping. This, in turn, got the man more turned on. He found himself surprisingly feeling he was going to ejaculate very quickly: not like him at all, but this situation really turned him on. Soon Frazer could feel the man's dick start to swell and throb. “No, please pull out!” was his ignored plea. The very next second the man shot a huge load of toxic sperm deep inside him. “Noooo...,” was Frazer's cry, “now pull out of me and let me go!” “But this is your last assignment of the week,” the man replied. “I've got you for the whole weekend.” Enough time to seed you many times over. I prefer to take my time and give you a rough long fucking to help you with your conversion. “You think this experience will turn me gay?” “No, I think that I'll turn you positive!” and with that he pushed his still fairly erect cock back into Frazer and started ploughing his arse again. This time slowly and somewhat painfully, with only his own cum as lube. Frazer felt every thrust of the man's cock and received many loads over the weekend. There was no way he was going to come out of this negative. Frazer was completely deflated realising his predicament as another spurt from the man's cock shot inside him. Sadly this may be my last story for BZ with the July deadline fast approaching. Please like it and comment on the story if you enjoyed it.

Continued: The rain is still coming down and Dan is already getting hard again as he is fingering my sloppy hole. No one is around due to the rain so it is pretty isolated on the balcony. Dan starts kissing me on the balcony and sure enough he is rock hard again. "I am not sure we got it all out of my balls the first time". He turns me around and is running his hands up and down my stomach and chest under my singlet on the balcony and kissing and now gently biting my neck. He moves his hand around to the back of my shorts and pulls the back of my shorts down right there on the balcony. His cock bounces out of the front of his shorts and in one movement she slides inside me. It is so slick and wet with his first load that he literally just slides right in and I feel more cum drip/splash down my legs. I bend over and grab the balcony and this time he fucks deep and hard. "I'm gonna make you mine". And I am groaning in pleasure and let out "I already am". He fucks me like that for another solid 10 minutes. And suddenly (and louder than we should outside) he yells, "Fuck here it comes" and growls and grunts and he bottoms out and floods me with his second load. He slowly pulls out and his cock is wet with cum. We pull our shorts up and I am sure neighbours have heard us. Again he gets all passionate and is kissing and touching in the afterglow of breeding me. The rain stops and I am so disappointed. I really don't want him to go. But I get this is just probably a fuck for him and we took the opportunity that was given us. While disappointed it is ending, I am glad I got this middle eastern god and his babies inside me today. I may never be neg again and I am so proud that if that is the case he would be the father. He kisses me some more, and says he needs to get the bed to his sister, and my mind goes to this being the end of a hot sex fuelled afternoon. I watch as he drives off and I realise the back of my shorts are wet. I am leaking cum lol. I go back up to the unit and find a but plug and insert it so I don't lose anymore of his seed. I keep it in for the rest of the afternoon as I clean. At around 6pm I order pizza for dinner and I still have the plug inside me. There was just something special about Brad. And I want his DNA inside me forever. The intercom rings and I simply buzz them up and I am hungry for my pizza. I open the door and it is Brad. Without a word he pushes and in and pushes me against the wall just inside the door and is kissing me like I have never been kissed before. He breaks the kiss and says "did you mean it when you said you would take my poz babies any time I wanted?" and I respond, "I have never wanted anything more than I want your babies inside me. So much so, check for yourself." And I turn around and pull the back of my shorts down. Dan feels my arse and the butt plug. "You know my seed is probably toxic and you still keep it inside you like it is something special?" I respond with a kiss "sure do! If I was a girl, I would want nothing more than to have beautiful babies with you. I know it sounds stupid, but nothing would be more romantic than being diagnosed as poz and knowing it was your DNA strain circulating around my body forever" Dan kisses me again, and says he has had so much trouble finding someone not freaked out by his diagnosis. I say "it's who you are and part of you. I want it to be part of me too. I just wish I could have it all, you and your babies". Kissing me Dan says "you can" and he stays the night giving me three more toxic loads. Dan spends every night for the rest of the week at my place and I take load after load off him. He is the perfect man, and the perfect fuck. After two weeks of non-stop fucking. At least 2-3 loads a day off him, I get the flu. He comes with me to the doctor and it is confirmed. I am now poz. We both know it is his strain and he is now part of me forever. I am wondering what this means. Surprisingly he takes a week off work and stays with me until I am better. Once I am better after having fucked me twice one evening we are snuggling as his seed drips from my hole. A regular occurrence now. He is snuggling and kissing me and stops and looks me in the eye and says, "I have been thinking about what has happened the past month and I need to ask you something". My heart drops and I am thinking he has done his deed and now he is about to leave. "I have always considered myself a decent kind of guy. And in the straight community, when guy knocks up a girl, they get married. I have knocked you up and I have enjoyed every bit of doing it. Now I want to do the right thing by you. Will you marry me?" I am in shock. I really thought that someone so hot and so good looking would be out the door once the job is done. "Really". "Yes, really! I can't deny that getting you pregnant with my seed and DNA has not been fun. And to be honest on day one I was thinking I'll breed you and bolt just so I can get my rocks off. But the one thing I hadn't planned on was falling in love with you. Now that you have my DNA inside you forever, I want to keep being inside you forever. I love you and want you to marry me."

As the title says. Recently I found a captioned image of a hot guy taking raw cock in his ass and mouth through a glory hole, which said: “Because I don’t care what you look like, I just love cock.” And I thought: yeah, challenge accepted. That’s exactly what I am in a sauna or cruise bar, so why not Grindr too. So that’s been my theme the past week or so. THURSDAY: Leeds city centre, cruising around for cock in public toilets. Have to be more careful these days as security has gotten high at the shopping centre toilets recently. Also the best place (The Core) recently closed down when the centre itself closed for redevelopment. So I hit Grindr a lot, and always get lucky. Blank profile pops up with a cock pic and ‘Up for fun now?’ I return with two ass pics and a naked pic and “Where?” Well, he wants to meet at the shopping centre toilets with high security and I’m like nope. So there’s a hotel with secluded downstairs toilets just inside reception. A bit famous for cruisers in Leeds as a good place to go to fuck. Not to cruise but to meet once cruising has made the connection. I’ve been fucked there any number of times. Well, ten minutes later, he texts that he’s there, and I go down, see him at the urinals. Pleasantly surprised. Kind of a bulky gym lad, bit heavier than my usual taste but “I don’t care, I just love cock.” He follows me to the end cubicle, I start to strip off for him ready to suck him but he’s straight on it, grabbing my ass: “Don’t have a lot of time” Great, just fuck me then. While I’m lubing up my ass with spit ready for his cock, I notice his wedding ring. Ha ha nice, love cheating guys. I give him my ass and he pushes in like a man keening to cum. As usual in a toilet it’s not a long fuck, and I am pretty much bent over and brace against the cistern and back wall, working my ass to make it nice and tight for him to cum in. But yeah I am waiting for that load. Which comes suddenly, unexpectedly, and explosively. I think I made quite a loud, startled ‘oh!’ sound, because there was quite a lot. He pumps and pumps for a bit, and then it’s obvious he’s done. Zips up. Out of there. Not even time for me to say thanks for the load. Boom, he disappears. So once I’m dressed, exited and standing outside the hotel – and by now flying with his cumdrunk jizzjoy in me – and fuck it hits me hard, this guy had a lot of cum to give, a lot of testosterone! – I text him thanks. The reply I get is brilliant: “No worries, boy. Keep seeing you on here [Grindr] but you never replied before. I’ve wanted to do that to you for ages.” Fuck yes. MONDAY: Another blank profile pops up, this time while I’m at home. “Hi”. Age says 19, ethnicity South Asian. My city has a lot of South Asian and Muslim guys, and they’re almost always on the downlow in one form or another. Can be a bit of a lottery, but most of them are top/vers, a lot of them are hot, they’re often up for an outdoors fuck, and the jizzjoy is strong with them! 😉 Right, so long story short on this one, we arrange to meet outdoors about half a mile away from where I live, on the edge of the city. Honestly I know so many places to fuck round here it’s just stupid. I choose one, based on where he says he is. Want to make it easy for him as possible: I’ll come to you, man. We meet and he’s surprisingly not nervous. Actually quite chatty and camp. Bit chubby. Not actually my type, but anyway here we are. My ass is yours. He seems to want to find the ‘right’ place, and annoyingly, at 10pm there’s a couple of dog walkers along the path at the edge of the park where the trees are. So we walk into the middle of the park, by some railings. And I just suggest it – why not here, man, out in the open? – thinking he’ll say no. He unzips his flies as a reply, to my surprise. So I get down on my knees and start sucking him. Not hugely well endowed but ok, something easy to deep throat. I work it, take off my jacket to reveal I’m not wearing anything underneath – my favourite trick for outdoor fucks on a not-so-warm night – undo my belt to show him my ass, so that I’m damn near naked for him, and keep sucking til I taste his precum. This is where I offer my ass – standard trick in my fuck outdoor playbook: taste precum, offer ass – and he guides me to lean against the railing and shoves inside. I’ll be honest. It’s a clumsy, inexperienced fuck – he’s only 19 – but we all know what I’m doing this for – the stranger’s cum load fucked into my ass. Which comes, actually after about 15 minutes of fuck, reposition, slips out sorry, fuck reposition, and then I feel him at last getting firmer, finding his rhythm, rising and finally fucking properly – til he lets out quite a loud moan for 10pm at night and shoots his teenage load in my ass. Fuck yeah. He’s smiling from ear to ear afterwards – I do like it when they are smiley, it’s sweet – and as I zip up and get dressed, he becomes even chattier. Nice guy. We walk slowly back through the park while he has a post-cumshot smoke, and while I enjoy a gently rising jizzjoy which lasts for my whole walk home and sometime afterwards. WEDNESDAY: On my bike, cruising at Armley Mills again. But this afternoon, nothing doing. So I hop on Grindr, Scruff, BBRT, in the hope of finding someone local. Now on Grindr I have a thing: “ask to see my album, I usually say yes.” And guys do ask, and I do just open up. Blank profiles included. One blank pops up now: “what’s in the album then boy?” Without a word, I unlock, and he’s suddenly up for fun. This happens only rarely actually. Usually I hear nothing more: they’re either not into what they see, or they’ve used it to jack off, maybe even cum. At your service, Sirs! 😉 Anyway, this guy is 1km away, which on my bike is 10-15mins ride. Long story short: send location, ride up, arrive at flat, put bike in hall, straight to bedroom, strip at his command because “I just need to unload”, bend over bed, spread cheeks and wait for him to lube up… …actually I’m a bit annoyed that it’s only gonna be a quick bend-over-fuck cos I’ve lucked out here: tall, lean, mid-30s, dark hair and piercing eyes that says in another context he might be a total dom top selfish bastard. God damn it I want him to hit me hard, smack me about a bit while he's railing me. Ha ha but anyway I digress… … his lubed cock goes in me and fuck it’s about 9 inches. Doesn’t allow me time to breathe before he’s jackhammering me. Well I wanted to be hit hard so here we are. As he rises to an immediate peak hard fuck, I’m trying to breathe hard, but we both know I’m just a hole for him to use, his fleshjack. I’ll cope with the pain and hope it folds to pleasure soon… but of course, for someone like me there is also deep satisfaction and pleasure in the pain. He fucks hard. Ramrod. Jackhammer. Thrust. Piston. Blah blah blah. For someone who wants a quick fuck he’s taking a long time to cum. Doesn’t say a fucking word to me, apart from the occasional fuck yeah, you like my cock in my ass, boy? Other than that, nothing. Ploughing me at a constant fever pitch. It’s actually pretty exhausting and at some point I’m gonna have to cycle home. You know it's a rough, painful fuck when you're having to take your mind off the cock slamming into your ass by thinking about later-on stuff. Bite down in the teeth of his gale: his cumshot’s gonna be amazing. When it does shoot, it’s not the massive flood I was hoping for. I’d love to tell you it went everywhere inside me, that I was howling. But actually I didn’t feel it. Shame. He does fold over my back and moan as he cums and that’s how I tell the deed is done. I know my place in this particular setup without being told. When he stands up, I stand up, say a quick thanks man, and get myself dressed. He sees me out, but I can’t resist quickly dropping to the floor with a “sorry, man, but…” and giving both his bare feet a quick kiss and lick. I kiss and lick the tops, he obliges by lifting one off the floor so I can briefly lick the sole. All of 10 or 15 seconds and I’m back on my feet. Just needed to taste him, and the sweat on my tongue was delicious. After that brief interlude, bike picked up, front door closed directly behind me, thanks to him on Grindr and cycle away. Which is when the jizzjoy hits. I’m on my bike trying to negotiate the traffic-laden main road outside his flat and fuck!! This is strong. He might not have cum a lot inside me, but it is POTENT AS FUCK! My entire cycle home is blurry and horny. I feel like going back to Armley Mills but another part of me just feels: let this one work its hot magic into you: don’t let any other guy fuck this man’s DNA out of you. I kept it inside me for 48 hours. His dom top selfish swimmers are in my body, blood and brain forever now. Fuck yeah. Moral of the story? I usually don’t get much luck with blank Grindr profiles: like I’m not into him at all, but I just want cock in me and I’m here now, so yeah… use me. These last three, I reckon I lucked out a bit, certainly on that last guy anyway. I was definitely into him. But in the end who cares what they look like? I got three loads in my ass from three hookups. That’s the dictionary definition of good luck 😉

I live alone in a second floor unit of a security block of units. My lease was coming up and I was moving to a fully furnished house, so I didn't need most of my existing furniture. So I was selling pieces off one by one online. The deal was you had to come and pick it up and take it away yourself. I am 5'7" in my 30's with an athletic build. Reasonably tight arse and smooth body except for my arse and pubes. I am also a very hungry bottom and I love being seeded. But lately with everything that has been going on getting ready for the move there has not been much action. But I was cleaning myself out every day to be ready in case an opportunity arose. I was selling the single bed from the spare room and it was all as usual. A mum wanted it for her kids etc. The usual boring shit. Then she messaged and said her brother would come pick it up with his ute for her in the afternoon. That was all fine and I hadn't thought much more about it. It was summer, so nice and warm and I was in shorts and singlet and a bit sweaty from moving things around. But there were storm clouds rolling over. The buzzer sounded and a deep gruff voice said it was Dan for the bed. I buzzed him up. A short while later there is a knock at the door and I open the door to reveal a middle eastern god. I mean, I cannot find a better way to describe him. He was 6' tall, short dark hair with a trimmed facial beard and piercing blue eyes. He was obviously a smoker. I smelt it radiate off him the second I opened the door. He was wearing a tight white singlet and quite tight gym shorts. He had a glorious hairy chest bursting from his singlet and his gym shorts were tight enough that I could see he had quite a nice package down there. I had to be very conscious not to stop and stare at his crotch. He had numerous tattoos and a full sleeve on his left arm. And embedded in the tattoos on his left arm sleeve was a clear and distinct biohazard tattoo. I pretty much fixated on the tattoo probably too long and I am pretty sure he noticed. Because when I looked back into his eyes he sprout a huge cheeky smile and his whole demeanour changed to being quite friendly. "I'm Dan. Here to pick up the bed" I initially stuttered a bit out of awe and just how good looking he was. "Um yeah right. Did you need a hand getting the mattress down to your ute?" "Yeah, that would be great. So much easier that way" As we were talking the sound of a few thunder claps sounded and there was a sudden down pour of rain outside. "Shit" Dan says and he walks out to my enclosed balcony to confirm what he just heard. I get to see him from behind and he had rock hard arse muscles. Either from gym work outs or lots of thrusting/fucking (I hoped) lol. "This is not supposed to last long" he says " do you mind if I hang here until it passes? I don't want the mattress to get wet." "For sure" I say "I have nothing else on for the rest of the afternoon." to which he immediately cracks another cheeky grin. "Do you mind if I have a smoke on the balcony?" "Sure - no problems. Do you want a drink while we wait?" "Fuck that be great - wouldn't have a beer would you?" "Sure do" I say and go in to the kitchen and grab a couple of beers while he lights up on the balcony. I bring the beer out and hand it too him and he offers me a smoke and I accept. We both have a drink and smoke on the balcony and make small talk. But I am getting all awkward as I keep looking at either his crotch or his tattoo and he has definitely noticed. After we finish our smoke, he says "while we wait, the sister said I should make sure the mattress is in good condition. You mind if I check it out?" "Sure, follow me" and I lead him into the spare bedroom where the bed posts etc are against the wall and the mattress is laying on the floor. Dan is directly behind me. I can almost feel and definitely smell him. I walk into the room and point to the mattress "it's in really good condition". That is all I get out. I feel Dan's body press up behind mine and his hands wrap around my lower body and start feeling me all over from behind. I feel his breath on my need as he pecks it and and I can already feel the bulge in his shorts growing and pressing against his shorts and my back and arse. "My sister said I should make sure it is in good condition, and what better way to test it than fuck a guy on it. I know you want it". My hands grab his hands as they explore my body and I lean my head back against his chest and he is kissing my ear now. "More than you could possibly imagine". He chuckles, "I saw you noticed my tattoo's. Is that a problem?" I am literally on heat as he embraces me and I feel and smell his manhood behind me. His cock is rock hard by now and it is a solid eight inches. "Once you see my arse, you'll have your answer to that question." I don't know if he is poz detectable or undetectable, but at this point nothing matters. I went off PreP three months ago due to side effects, but I just want this man inside me. I have already surrendered to him. I turn around and he tongue kisses me so passionately that he is clearly as turned on as I am. There is even a wet patch on his shorts from his pre-cum. His hold is so strong and this is a man I want to be taken by. I step back and lift his singlet off and his chest is that perfectly thick dark hair, bit it is refined and has clean boundaries. He removes my singlet and we are opposites. His hairy middle eastern body and my smooth one. We kiss again and his rock hard cock is pressing against my belly button because he is so much taller than me. He just smells and tastes like a man should. He kisses me more and looks me in the eye, "I haven't cum for 5 days man. It's gonna be big" and he smiles with that evil grin. "You may need to cum more than once then" I respond. I drop to my knees and pull his shorts down and like I thought he is commando. I go to suck it and he stops me, lifts me back up and kisses me. "There will be time for that later. My balls literally hurt they are that full and I need to release the first wave of babies first. He smiles and then without warning pulls my short and underwear down and pushes me on to the mattress face down. It is then that he notices I have a tattoo of a pig on my left arse cheek and it is pointing to my hole. "Oh baby, you are going to be my little piglet today" He kneels down behind me and spits on my arse hole and before I know it he is pushing the head of his cock inside me. It's been a while and I am tight, but he notices and goes slowly. Before I know it he is balls deep inside me. "FUCK! I haven't bred a hole for a while, this feels so good." He starts fucking me faster and deeper and it feels great. I reach around to stop him and he says "you ok?". I say, "yeah, but I want to see your eyes when you cum". Without pulling out he flips me on to my back and my ankles are no around his shoulders. He leans in balls deep inside me and says "better?" and kisses me as he continues to fuck me. I can tell he is getting close and he stops balls deep in me. "Mate, like I said its been a while, and I am close. You want this?" And I respond "I want this so much. Make me yours" and he smiles, kisses me and starts fucking and picking up the pace. Then he says "here it cums man. a five day load that may change your life forever" and he looks me straight in the eyes and grunts and groans as he is bottoming out on my arse and I can feel the pulsations of his cock as he pumps and pumps and pumps more seed in me than I think I have ever taken in one fuck. As he is pumping his seed inside me I reach up and start to massage and feel his biohazard tattoo knowing full well what is happening. He notices and this clearly turns him on more. After what seems like the biggest load ever, he collapses on top of me kissing me slowly. He goes soft and pops out of my hole and then rolls to my side taking a breath. "Fuck, I need a smoke now". We get our shorts and singlets back on and step back out on the balcony and it is still raining. He lights up a smoke for us both and we enjoy a smoke as we chat more about each other. He is far more touchy feeling now and it is nice. He slides his hand down the back of my shorts and slides a finger up my wet hole and a glob of cum drips down my leg. "It felt so good inside you man." and I can see he is getting hard again. " I know we probably should have discussed this first, but I guessed you were ok with the fact that I am poz. I saw you notice my tattoo and also feel it when I impregnated you. What I didn't say was I am not on any medication and probably quite toxic. That's why the big load. It's been hard finding someone ok with my status." I respond with a deep wet kiss and "I don't care. I would let you share your seed and poz babies with me anytime you want." To be continued.

Chapter 18 The Cuban guys have left, and Tom and I are kicking back talking. I look at him and say, what a week man. Less than a week ago, I didn’t know you but since meeting you my world has been turned upside down. And in a fucking, GOOD way. Earlier today I was lost when I tested negative, but you coming into my life is perfect timing. And, FUCK, if I get pozzed by you and the guys, I know that’s what was meant to happen all along. These guys show up and I was a bit worried given you telling me how they raped you in prison, but that wasn’t bad at all. Tom looks at me and states, you heard Geraldo, they were taking it slow tonight because I asked them to do so. But: and make sure you hear this, Sunday is theirs and you need to earn the discount. You better be prepared for a brutal fucking. I’ll stop them from injuring you too much, but you asked me to turn you into a poz pig plaything and these guys are the real deal. They know exactly what you need, and they are going to deliver that and more. If you have any doubts, let me know by tomorrow night or it’s a done deal. Tom glances at his phone and says, oh fuck I’ve got to go. I’ve got a couple that’s hired me, and they want me to fuck one while the other fucks me. They are paying extra if I come preloaded and since they guys were here, I took the opportunity. Tom lets me know it’s overnight, so he’ll meet me back here tomorrow evening and we can head to the store. I’ve got some thinking to do for sure, but damn, if I’m not getting a bit jealous thinking of Tom with other guys. Shit, I’m not sure I’m not falling for this guy and the way he flips from friend to dominate alpha male has me under his spell. I shower, and hit the bed early, completely exhausted leaving the butt plug in as a reminder of my goal. I sleep soundly, head to work early and have a busy but uneventful day. I leave the office around 5:30, calling Tom asking when he’ll be home. He let’s me know he gets off at 6 and should be home by 6:15 or so. He wants a quick shower but then we can go to the store and then maybe grab dinner. Over cocktails he asks again if I’m good with what’s happening. I tell Tom, I will trust him and count on him to intervene, but I really want to explore my limits with BDSM play. Plus, I have to get knocked up he’s living proof of their potency. After dinner we cleaned out the storage room, breaking down the boxes and putting the rest on shelves in the garage. By the time we finish its almost midnight. I thank Tom for all he’s doing and head to bed, knowing tomorrow is going to be a long day. He comes over and gives me a kiss and deep hug and says he’ll let the guys in and tells me how impressed he is with my willingness to go dark and that he’ll be there for me, helping guide me in my transition. Waking at 5, I’m quickly out the door. Work is pretty light and when my assistant comes in tell her I’m heading out a noon and to clear my calendar for Monday. About 30 minutes later she’s back in and says she cleared Monday and Tuesday and that its about time I took some down time. I start to tell her, I’ll be in on Tuesday when she looks at me and says I’ve been working too hard and everyone needs a break from my intensity over the last 3 months and it’s about time I got a life. I end up leaving at around 11:30 and looking forward to the manual labor ahead. Getting home I change into shorts and a t-shirt and head out back. I’m hearing hammering and sawing and find the guys busy at work. They’ve already framed out the closet and bathroom partitions. Geraldo is cutting into the empty kitchen area next door for a doorway and Rodolpho is pulling electrical wire. Seeing me, he tells me to help him as he’s fishing wires down to the breaker box in the garage. Later, Vic shows me the layout for the bathroom/wet space, and he shares he decided to add a bidet to make life easier for us bottom boys. By around 6, they’ve got all the rough-in work done as Tom arrives home. I suggest we take a break and Vic says, go order food and we’ll start moving the drywall up here now that Tom’s back. I come back up after the Pizza arrives with a case of cold beer and the food. The guys are already taking a break and are famished. Geraldo says they want to get most of the drywall hung before they leave and hope with 5 sets of hands working, they can be out of here by 9. As we wrap up for the evening, I can’t help but express what hard workers they are and what a great job they’ve done. As they head out letting me know they’ll be back at 7, Tom lets me know he’s got to take a shower and has an appointment at 10:30. He was able to get Ivan to cover his shifts for the rest of the weekend, so he’ll be here tomorrow and Sunday to get things finished up. Saturday is a similar to Friday; I learn from Vic how to lay ceramic tiles in the wet area and rubber tiles in the main room. Meanwhile Tom, Rodolpho and Geraldo tape the drywall and start doing baseboards, finish molding and the like. By the time the day is over, the place looks pretty good. All that’s left is to grout, paint and hang fixtures and lighting. They assure me by tomorrow afternoon the place will be all but done. I had already told the guys I had Monday and Tuesday off. Geraldo says, you better rest up bud as we are planning on destroying your hot ass and we are bringing some gear as a gift to the new space. Of course they’ll be using it on me as well. Rodolpho asks if I minded if they planned on spending the night Sunday as the job they expected to start Monday is delayed until Tuesday. I agree and they head out saying they’ll be back at 6 AM. As the guys leave, Tom asks if I want some company in bed tonight. I quickly agree but Tom is quick to let me know, they guys have made him promise not to let me get off. We shower and I give plenty of attention to his cock. Tom dries me off then says the guys asked him to give me something. He grabs something from his jeans and reaches for my cock producing a metal cock ring. I let him put it on, knowing from experience I love it. But before I have a chance to object, he is closing and locking a cock around my soft dick. It’s tight and there is a pretty big slit in the front so I can pee but I wasn’t quite ready and ask him what the hell. Smiling that evil grin, Tom says, well your dick isn’t really all that useful for these guys and they want you knowing your place when they breed you. I’m a bit apprehensive but Tom assures me I’ll quickly get used to it. Pulling me into a kiss, Tom plunges his tongue in and I’m quickly kissing him back as passionately. My dick starts hurting as it tries to get hard, and I pull off saying damn this hurts. Trying not to laugh, he says, yeah well, my job tonight is to teach you that your dick really doesn’t matter, and cunt learns its place. That’s why it’s as tight as it is. As I’m wincing from the discomfort, I ask him to remove it. Tom, looks directly at me and lets me know that isn’t going to happen and besides which, Geraldo didn’t give him the key. Slightly panicked, my cock deflates and I’m feeling better. Tom leads me to bed and says, if I wake up with uncomfortable, try to pee as that usually works to stop it. We lay back and Tom tells me to get on my side and spoons into me. I’m feeling protected in his arms and soon start to calm down. After a few minutes Tom slides down and I feel his tongue at my ass. I feel my cock stir but the cage is so tight the only thing I feel is discomfort but I don’t get hard. Grabbing my caged cock, Tom says perfect, you are swollen at the base but it’s too tight for you to get an erection. He spits on my ass, and, he lines up and starts to slide his hard cock in my ass. Immediately, I’m trying to get hard, and the cage is hurting a bit. He tells me to calm down, breathe deep as he slowly slides all the way in. He fucks me a while, slowing down as soon as he feels any tension in my body. He grabs some lube and adds it to my hole and his dick. Tom slides in slowly and I’m relishing the fullness of his cock in me. He pulls out just as slow and continues this gentle fucking. Slowly his pace quickens, and as I start to moan, he suddenly stops thrusting. He reaches around feeling the base of my cock for any engorgement. Sensing none, he begins again fucking again. Tom whispers in my ear that he’s going to use me all night, just to edge his own cock and teach my dick that getting hard is fruitless. Tom says it usually takes a week or so for a cock to learn, but he figures if he continuously stimulates me, my brain will figure it out by morning. As an added benefit, Tom says working him up without coming is going to make his usually huge load epic when he breeds me tomorrow evening with the guys. All I know is that having Tom’s cock in me is amazing and that I have no control of my cock and it is hot as hell. Fuck, what I have I gotten myself into?

something resembling Dick Wadd's Pigs at the Hoist. total vers - everyone gets everyone else's cock and hole with fisting, piss, leather, piercings, pool balls! All set in what was a real sex club.

Right before we lost the site forever, I started to save more info on the original post. Posted on Thursday, August 13, 2009 - 05:29 pm: ==== "Cum Courier" by BarePumper ==== A few days ago, I hooked-up with this guy online. His picture was amazing; massively muscled chest and shoulders and a great-looking bulge. He didn't sent me any pics of his cock but said that I wouldn't be disappointed. I was feeling really horny as I had been visiting family for a week so hadn't even had a wank, let alone got off with someone and it was only 11am. His name was Gareth and he invited me over for a drink and a shag. I said yes straight away; I'm a slim guy and don't usually get muscle-men interested in me, especially one as big as he seemed to be, so I showered and dressed in a jockstrap, tight jeans and a white T-shirt and then caught the bus over to his place which was about half an hour away. The day was boiling hot and I was already feeling horny just from the heat. Arriving at his door, I rang the bell and waited nervously for him to answer. The door opened and there he stood; his pics hadn't done him justice. He was huge! He was wearing a very tight muscle-shirt and tiny cotton shorts, which barely contained a hugely thick cock with massive, heavy balls. His chest was massive with really big nipples showing through the thin cotton of his shirt. Blue eyes and a great smile made him look like a god. "Hey Paul" he said extending one massive fist to shake my hand. "Come on in. Fancy a beer?" We went into his lounge where a screen was showing a video from Treasure Island. He told me to have a seat whilst he went into the kitchen to get the beers. Returning, he handed me a can of Red Stripe and sat next to me. "Look, before we do anything, there's something you should know" he said, taking a swig of the beer. "I only do bareback and I'm very verbal. I'm going to breed my hot seed deep inside your ass and I want you to know it." He put a hand on my leg and looked at me. "Any problems?" "No" I said. "But I want to take your cock in a particlar way." "Hmm. OK. How?" he smiled. "I want to be on my back with my legs around your huge bod and I want to chew your tits when you shoot." As I said this, I noticed his cock hardening in the shorts. "I think we're going to get on just fine!" he said, flashing a smile at me. He took my hand and guided it to his rapidly swelling bulge. I rubbed it hard and he groaned, the material was stretched thin across his cock and I could feel that it was a real monster. He stood up and shucked the shorts off, exposing the most massive piece of meat I'd ever seen. It was so thick that I couldn't get my hand around it at all, and so long that I gasped. He picked a tape-measure off the table where he'd put his beer. "Want to measure it?" he said, grinning wickedly. I took the tape measure and placed the end against his body, rolling it out to the end of his cock. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "Fourteen inches... Wow!" He took the tape out of my hand and wrapped it around his girth. It was nine inches around. I looked up at him, face flushing with desire and before I could stop myself, dropped to me knees and tried to fit as much of his beautiful cock into my mouth as I could. "Fuck, you're enormous" I whispered as his big hands steadied my head against his meat. He let me suck him for a bit then swiftly spun me around, threw me to my knees and mounted me. The pain was incredible; I hadn't been fucked for ages and he was massive, but after a hit on my poppers, I started to enjoy taking his massive cock. "I'm really gonna seed that hole" he said, moving deep inside me. "I'm gonna blow my three-day load up inside you and I cum a LOT!" As he said this, I could feel his excitement build and his cock started to spasm inside me. "Tell me you want it, you cum whore!" he shouted. "I do, I do. I want your enormous load shot deep inside me, give me your cum, breed my sloppy cunt..." He started to breathe more heavily and remembering what really turned me on, picked me up still impaled on his cock and lay me on my back. He lowered his massive chest to my face and I sucked one of his bullet-nipples into my mouth. "Oh yeah!" he cried, forcing more of his cock into my hole and more of his nipple into my mouth. "Suck on those big tits!" I tightened my ass around his hole. "Oh, fuck, I don't believe it! I'm gonna cum" he said. My mouth went for his other nipple and sucked as much of the nipple and the muscular pec into my mouth as I could manage. "You fucking little cum whore!" he shouted. "You're gonna get my huge load bareback. I'm not wearing a rubber, I'm gonna breed your hole, I'm gonna pump my massive load deep inside you. My DNA's gonna mix with yours. I'm fucking knocking you up!" As he shouted this, I felt his cock pump what seemed like half a pint of very hot spunk into me. I sucked harder on his tits and felt another six or seven spurts of his cum flood my ass. I went to touch my own cock but he pushed my hand away and reversing our positions, pulled me on top of him, his amazing cock still buried inside me. We lay there a few moments then he got to his feet and smiled at me. "Wow! That was one hot fuck. Give me a few minutes and I can go again." "Really?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah, but I'm really thirsty and out of beers. Can you just go down to the corner shop whilst I take a breather?" "Sure, I'll just get cleaned up a bit." I replied, gently fingering my hole which was beginning to leak cum. "Don't" he said, picking me up so I was standing. He handed me my jeans and helped me pull them on. "But your load was so big!" I argued. "Don't worry, the shop's just down the street. You'll be OK." I put the rest of my clothes on and started to leave. "Hey" he called. "Ask for St Pierre. It's my favourite beer." With that, he handed me a tenner and let me out, pointing in the direction of the store. A few minutes later I was in the local shop, scanning the beers in the fridge and on the shelves. I'd never heard of St Pierre so asked the tall, blonde Polish guy behind the counter. "Sure I've got that but we don't get much call for it so it's in the store-room." He started towards the door at the back. "You'd better give me a hand" he said. As I followed him into the back, I admired his tight-fitting jeans and the back of his wide neck. As soon as we got inside the store-room, he pulled the door shut. "St Pierre" he said, nodding. "The only person I know who asks for that is Gareth down the road." "Yeah, it's for him" I answered. He put his hand on his crotch and squeezed. "So, has he knocked you up? Has he pumped his load up inside you? I bet he has, hasn't he. You're probably full of his cum right now!" He pushed me up against the wall and began to unbutton my jeans. "God, I love it when he sends over one of his shags, filled with his spunk for me to swallow." He pulled my jeans down, lay down on the floor and pulled my ass down onto his face. "Relax" he said, tongueing my hole. "Give up that load and you can have mine in return!" I relaxed a little and felt the cum load begin to dribble out of my ass. His slurping tongue was really turning me on, and the knowledge that he wanted to shoot inside me, to mix his cum with Gareth's was making me hard. I loosened up a bit more a stream of warm seed ran out of my hole directly into his mouth. He pushed me away and got up, then unzipping his jeans, took out his extremely hard cock. It wasn't as big as Gareth's but it was still pretty big. I dropped my jeans and turned around, presenting him with my sloppy hole. He rubbed it into the spunk still dripping from my ass and then began to push it into me. I relaxed and he gasped as my hole suddenly sucked him in deep. "Fucking hell! You're hole's so sloppy and wet, I'm gonna cum really quickly!" he breathed, pressing his swollen head deep into me. "You want my cum?" he asked, sweat dripping from his face as he pounded my hole. "Oh yeah, I want your big load. Breed my cunt with that big meat, fucking shoot that spunk load deep inside me. Breed my hole. Seed me!" I cried, and with a yell, he unloaded inside me. I thought Gareth had a big load, but this guy's just didn't seem to stop! He fucked my raw hole for ages, spurting fresh spunk into my already well-used hole. Just as I thought he'd finished, he gave another yell and I could feel more spunk spurt into me. He finished, and stood dazed for a moment, then reached up to a shelf and with one quick move, pulled out his cock and replaced it with a butt plug. "That'll keep the spunk up there for a bit" he said. giving it a final push into my swollen hole. "Wow! You really know how to drain a guy!" He smiled at me and pulled on his clothes. I did the same and he reached up for a six-pack of beer. "Here you go. No charge!" "Thanks" I said, stroking his smooth abs. "That was an amazing fuck!" "Yeah, well I like sloppy seconds." he replied. "Now, if you're really getting into this, perhaps you should drop by at number twenty-six. It's a few doors before Gareth's place, on the way back from here. My boyfriend's there and feeling really horny. You like older guys?" I nodded. "He's fifty-three, really built with a beard and the biggest siliconed balls you've ever seen. Sound good?" "Yes" I said, already looking forward to it. "Ring the bell, tell him that Marek sent you and that you need another few loads to take back to Gareth. He's got some friends around at the moment so if you want to be gang-fucked, you probably will." He unlocked the door and let me out. As I walked through the shop, my head was reeling and my heart beating really fast. I'd just been fucked by two guys, was about to get gang-banged and had't even shot a load of my own yet. As I walked down the street, I could feel the base of the butt plug pressing against my jeans and it was keeping me rock hard. At number twenty-six, I rang the bell and waited for it to be answered. After a few minutes I rang again, leaning harder on the buzzer. I heard a door opening inside and through the glass saw someone approaching the door. As the door opened, I felt the blood rise to my face. The guy was a real muscle-bear; beard, huge shoulders and a sexy smile and all he was wearing was a pair of shorts showing a bulge that was about the size of a melon. "Hey Paul" he said. "Hey!" I replied, wondering how he knew my name. "Come into the bedroom. I've a few friends around and they're getting really horned up." Before I could help myself, I grabbed his huge balls with my hands and dropped to my knees, inhaling his scent through the thin cotton. "Not in the doorway!" he said, hauling me me to my feet. I apologised, but couldn't take my eyes of his bulge. He led the way into the house, and in the bedroom I saw three other, older but really good looking, very hung men standing around a sling. I dropped my jeans, shrugged off the T-shirt and jumped into the sling. Immediately, the first guy pushed his hand between my ass cheeks, pulled out the butt-plug and replaced it with his cock. After only three strokes, he yelled and began to pump spunk into me. I relaxed and let him breed me. He didn't last for long, but as soon as he pulled out, another guy was ready and pushed his hard meat into me. This guy had a short cock but it was nice and heavy. "I can feel that spunk sliding over my dick" he grunted. "You fucking little cum-whore, you're a fucking little spunk hole just waiting to be bred!" As he talked, his cock got harder and I squeezed my hole around his cock. "Fucking little cock-jockey" he grunted. "Can't wait to get cock inside you, can't wait to get bred by big guys shooting their loads into your ass!" As he said this, he too gave a yell and unloaded into me. The third guy had been watching and stroking himself, and without a word, pushed his cock into me and shot his load, then the guy with the silicone balls approached. His cock was also siliconed and I knew he'd waited until last so that I was stretched enough to take it. As the other guys stepped back, he pushed his meat into me with both hands, ensuring no spunk dribbled out. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and began to wank himself into me, not saying a word. My hands reached for his balls and I squeezed their hugeness as he began to moan. I could tell that the first guy was fucking him from behind as he suddenly leant forward, pushed his huge hairy chest into my face and commanded me to chew his nipples. The moment my tongue touched the first one, he began to spasm into my hole, filling it to overflowing with his big sperm-load. After a few more spurts, he pulled his massive cock out slowly and quickly replaced the butt-plug in my hole. "OK" he grinned. "Now you can take those loads back to Gareth!" I got out of the sling shakily, I was so horny but I knew where I wanted to blow my load. I pulled on my clothes and the muscle-bear showed me to the door. "See you around!" he said. I walked back up the road until I reached Gareth's house. As soon as I approached the door, he opened it and pulled me inside, leading me straight into the bedroom. "So, where's the beer?" he asked. "Crap! I must have left it at..." "Number twenty-six?" he finished for me. "Excellent!" He led me to the bed and unbuttoned my jeans. Producing a funnel and a pint glass, he had me squat over it. "C'mon" he urged. "You must be full to bursting. How many loads have you got up inside you right now? Four? Five? Let's see!" I carefully pulled out the butt-plug and a ******* of hot sperm shot out of my ass and into the glass. He carefully massaged my hole and a new load spurted out. "You got any more up there?" he asked, stroking my shoulder. "I don't think so" I said, just as another powerful surge squirted out. When I had emptied most of it, he held up the glass. It was half full of mixed spunk. Handing it to me, Gareth dropped onto the bed on all fours and rammed the funnel into his ass. "Now, give it to me!" he said. I began to pour the white liquid into the funnel and his ass sucked it inside him. In a few minutes the glass was empty and he was full... almost. My cock felt like it was going to burst, I was so turned-on by what had happened to me that morning. Using the last few drops of spunk from the glass, I lubed my cock and pushed it into Gareth's filled hole. The feeling of that amount of cum on my cock was mind-blowing. I grabbed his beefy thighs and began to stroke my cock into his hot hole. Within a few minutes I literally could not hold back, and with a roar, I dumped my load in with the rest. I seemed to shoot for ages, and when I stopped, I could hardly stand. Gareth pulled me down onto the bed and wrapped his arms around me. As I stroked his muscular chest, he whispered into my ear "You like being a cum courier? Delivering all that hot sperm to me?" I nodded. "Good" he said. "Because that's just the first assignment I have for you. I'm gonna send you all over the city picking up loads for me and bringing them back so that we can share them. OK?" I smiled and replied "Fuck yes!"

Thought this story looked familiar. found another version of it from my bugshares archive. Andy was chatting on the internet, as usual, looking for a hot guy to fuck him, as usual! He is a tall, muscled, sexy and young, and never has any trouble finding hung dom men to fuck his ass. He loves to be the bottom, and loves to do it bareback. He has not caught the bug so far, mainly because he tries to hook up with guys who claim to be clean or “Neg” checking profiles on Craigslist or BBRT, and avoiding anyone with a poz status. But the supply of neg tops was limited, over time Andy found himself glancing at some of the ones with “Poz but undetectable” He started finding himself reading Poz porn and poz erotica, and a growing part of him knew it was only a matter of time before e took the ultimate risk. One night Andy came to a profile he had never noticed before. The guy was in his forties, much older than Andy, but he had a cock most guys would kill for. The guy, named Paul, had many pics in his profile of his cock, long fat and hard, sliding in and out of smooth young boy cunts, dripping with thick white cum. Even though Andy was a young hot guy, he secretly lusted after older, rougher looking men, and Paul was perfect! His body looked strong and masculine, like a solid built rugby or football player, and his eyes were deep and inviting as they stared out of the computer screen. Andy was just about to flick Paul a message, when he noticed something on the profile. It said "Full blown poz for 7 years". Not ‘undetectable’ or ‘on meds’ but Full Blown Poz. Andy didn’t know why, but he felt his cock twitch reading that. Andy had fantasized about being pozzed up before, but he always kept it just a fantasy. He sent a message to the guy saying "Hi" and "Nice Cock". The guy messaged back and they got really into it, chatting about how great it would feel to have a one on one bareback party for Andy tonight, and get him all loaded up with raw seed. After a while of pushing, Andy finally admitted that he had no intention of going through with it, that he loved life too much to let his sexual fantasy ruin it. He felt like he had let Paul down, that he’d never hear back from him. Andy then went and lay down on his bed, with his dildo, and started to slide it slowly up his ass. He sniffed some poppers and wanked off, until he was close to shooting his load. He could not get the image of Pauls cock out of his mind, and he imagined that Paul was fucking him then and there, with no condom, and pumping his ass full of cum. Something about that, the image of Paul’s Poz Pecker in his ass, blasting raw poz seed up his ass made him loose it. He blasted a huge load of cum all over his body, About an hour later, Andy went back to the computer and saw a new message from Paul. It said: “Hey, why don't you cum over, and we can have safe sex, it will be hot, there is no reason why we can't have some fun, if we are both sensible about it, I promise I won’t do anything your not comfortable with" Just reading it made his dick hard again. He fought with his better judgment for a while, but finally his now rampant hard-on got the better of him and he jumped in his car and headed over to Paul's house. When he got there he was struck by how masculine and relaxed Paul was, he was incredibly sexual and seemed to have an aura of masculinity around him. They kissed as they stood in the living room together, and Andy felt a kind of electric energy in the air. They went to the bedroom and in moments got undressed in front of each other, their eyes all over one-another's bodies. "So, is this the first time you have ever knowingly been naked with an HIV positive man?" Paul asked "Yeah it is" said Andy nervously, he was so excited about their bodies making first naked contact, he reached out and pulled Paul on top of him, and they kissed deeply, Paul's tongue going so far inside Andy's mouth that he felt as though he was being fucked already. Paul stopped kissing him and looked into his eyes, his 8" thick hard penis was digging into Andy's groin, he said "Feels good doesn't it?" “Yeah, it feels amazing" Andy replied. “It’s going to feel so much better, there’s nothing more intense than a Poz Pecker inside you.” They continued to kiss and Andy felt the full weight of Paul's now sweaty body on top of him, it felt like the best sensation in the world as Paul’s musky sweat dripped down on him. Paul looked down and grinned. “Your going to make such a good Poz Pig.” And spat in Andy’s mouth. Andy opened up and let the spit enter him, loving the feeling of it. They kissed again and again, cocks grinding against one another until at last Paul said "Come with me, it’s time we took things to the next step". He led Andy to the bathroom and made him kneel down. He put his hard penis at Andy's lips and held it there, letting Andy look at the huge 8inch long poz cock. After a few seconds Paul moaned and began to piss, a strong, hot, musky ******* of dark urine that went down Andy's throat. He swallowed it all down, his own cock hard as a rock with lust for Paul and the total domination being inflicted on him. After drinking all Paul's beautiful hot poz piss, they went back to the bedroom. “You like having my fluids inside you, don't you? My piss, my spit, my sweat?" "Yeah, I love it" said Andy. They rolled around on the bed and Paul began to mount Andy. "I'm not going to put my dick in you, not yet, don't worry, I'm just gonna press my cock head against your hole, so you know how great it feels to have a poz pecker touching your ass" Andy lifted his legs high and wide, and Paul pressed the huge head of his penis against the tight puckered neg ass before him. Toxic Pre-cum oozed from the hole at the tip of his penis, and he rubbed it into Andy's tight neg hole. Paul gave Andy a bottle of poppers and they both inhaled deeply. They kissed and Paul spat another large gob of spit into Andy's open mouth. "This feels so good, doesn't it" "Yeah I've never felt anything so amazing in my life!" Andy moaned as the raw, unprotected poz cock sawed deeper against his hole. "You know, if you are into barebacking, its only a matter of time until a guy will poz you up, you may as well do it on your own terms, and with a guy you really like" "I'm scared though, I don't want to feel sickness and pain" "Don't worry, after you convert, and get the fuck flu, you wont feel sick for years, and you can enjoy sex the way it was meant to be. You can become the sperm-slut you know you are, deep inside" Andy said nothing but just looked deep into Paul's eyes, as the head of Paul's death dick stayed firmly placed at his young neg boy-cunt. He felt his heart racing, like he was on the edge of a cliff and about to fall. "Your ass is so amazing Andy, you needt o give your ass up to cock, you know it. Just relax, give it to me, let me put the rest of my dirty, diseased Poz Pecker inside you Andy and all your fear will be gone." They sniffed some more poppers, and then Paul pressed a little harder on Andy's hole, and the pre-cum slicked it up so he could put the whole head inside at any second. Andy took another hit of poppers, and then they kissed deeply again. He had never felt so good, his whole body was tingling and he wanted to feel Paul's penis fucking him so much. “Man, your penis is so beautiful, I love it in me so much, I need it man. I wanna take your beautiful sperm inside me" he murmured, I’m just so scared. "Don’t be. I wanna take away your fear. I wanna put this whole thing in you, I wanna fuck you so hard, I want you to be a slave to my penis, to my seed, to my toxic DNA. I need to shoot my poz cum in you Andy, can i fuck you man?" They both took another hit of poppers. "Yeah, give me your cum, I need it" Andy opened his legs as wide as they would go, and lifted his ass up as high as he could, and Paul pushed himself down, so that Andy's legs were pressed back, and their faces met perfectly. Then it happened, Paul drove his huge hard toxic penis all the way into Andy, and their bodies connected together. "You're gonna have my cum inside you forever man, I'm gonna change your body, you're never gonna be the same again. Once I blow my load, my Diseased DNA is going to fucking wreck your hole! " He grunted as his cock slid in and out, harder with each thrust, all the way out then all the way in. Andy was trembling with lust, he had never experienced sex like this before, he had no idea his body was capable of such pleasure! They took deep hits of poppers, and Paul kept fucking him deep. "Oh God, man, I'm gonna destroy your body with my sperm, I'm gonna fuck you to death, you're going to be my cum slut now, you dirty piece of shit, you deserve my AIDS sperm boy! My Poz Pecker!" "Oh yeah, I need it, I'm worthless man, just fuck me up, poz me up, I need your HIV, I need your sperm so bad" said Andy, completely lost in the hotness of the fuck. No longer caring about pain or sickness, he felt like his brains were being fucked out of his head, that soon all that would be left of himself is an ending desire to Fuck! "Fuck man, I'm gonna cum, my sperm is gonna take over your body, give into it man, let it enter you, don't resist it. Here comes my seed slut! Take it! Take y my Dirty Poz AIDS Seed!!" The energy in the room was so intense, Andy could feel that something amazing was about to happen in his body, and that he should not try to stop it. They kissed again, long and hard, and then Paul began to cum. It felt like burning hot bullets of pure poison were being injected right into his body. He squirmed as his insides seemed to burn, then it become pure pleasure as the AIDS took over. "Oh man, wow, that was amazing!" Andy was stunned, but he remained horny, so Paul jerked him off, while his penis was still hard inside Andy. "This is your last neg load boy! You're never gonna be the same after tonight. Once you empty this load, your going to have nothing but MY toxic seed in you forever!" Andy was overcome with lust listening to Paul talking. He tried to hold off but it was all too much and he shot a huge load of sperm onto his stomach. Paul kept stroking him wanting to utterly drain and milk him of his neg seed. As Andy moaned from being so sensitive, Paul started to fuck his ass once again. After another ten minutes of fucking, the two reached another orgasm. Andy knew this time he had been drained of th last of his neg seed as Paul collapsed on top of him and they lay in each others arms and fell to sleep. A few weeks later Andy came down with the flu, and eventually he tested poz. He was now a pozzed up cum slut, on the prowl for a re-charge...

As Tom turned his new truck into the parking lot of the government housing projects on the notorious Rayburn Avenue his Ubereats app alerted him that he had “arrived at the delivery destination”. He rolled his eyes and mumbled “oh, great” as he took in his sketchy surroundings. It was the summer in between Tom’s Junior and Senior year in college and next semester he and his buddies were all set to travel Europe during their scheduled study abroad program. Tom had been delivering for Uber for a few weeks to save up extra spending money to blow on his Eurotrip, but this was his first delivery to the infamous Rayburn Housing Projects, and although he was a bit apprehensive about walking around in this part of town, he told himself this will be a quick drop off and he would be back on the road in five minutes and let himself daydream of exploring Europe before he had to enter the real adult world. Opening his truck door Tom grabbed the food, stepped out of the truck and began making his way to APT D3. On the short walk to the apartment front door Tom passed a kaleidoscope of empty beer bottles, fast food containers, random paper and at least two needles on the ground. He passed a group of younger men, all different shades of black, playing basketball on a neglected cement slab of concrete they used as their court. He heard one of them direct a comment his way followed by roaring laughter from the group and although he couldn’t quite make out what was said he smirked and thought to himself “yeah yeah dude, have your laughs and also, enjoy living in your shitbox”. As Tom approached the front door of APT D3 it swung open before he could even knock. Tom was a little stunned at what now stood in front of him. Ty, the man behind the door, was gorgeous. 6 foot 3, easily 230 pounds of street muscle. Tom noticed the man was shirtless and could see the tattoos all over his arms, chest, and up his neck. “You uber?” the deep voice of the adonis of a man asked Tom. “Uh, yeah, sorry” Tom responded, handing the man his bag while clearing his throat and awkwardly looking away. “Appreciate it bro”, Ty responded while grabbing the bag from Tom and taking a good look at the white delivery boy. Tom was the total all American boy, standing 5 foot 10 inches tall and weighing in around 175 pounds of young lean college muscle. Tom’s mop of brown tussled brown hair and big blue eyes made Ty’s cock twitch. “Yo, my bad man I am gonna need to tip you in cash for this….gonna take me a minute to find my wallet why don’t you come inside and wait so you don’t got to deal with the dumb niggas that live around here”. Every instinct of Tom’s told him to politely decline and head back to his truck but there was something disarming about Ty that made him less threatening for some reason. Tom stepped inside the sparsely furnished apartment and took a seat on the couch while Ty left the room to allegedly find his wallet. Tom noticed a pipe on the coffee table in front of him with a bunch of white shit both in the pipe and on the table. Tom picked up the pipe to take a closer look and was quickly startled when he heard the deep rumble of Ty’s voice behind him. “You smoke?” Ty asked as he entered the living room. Tom couldn’t help but notice the massive buldge in Ty’s sweatpants bounce around as he walked towards Tom. “Ughh, not sure, what uhh..what is this exactly?” Ty smiled and took the pipe out of Tom’s hands before taking a torch out of his pocket. “This”, he responded while heating up the pipe and taking a big hit, “is Tina” he said as he blew out a huge cloud of smoke above their heads. “Want to try it?” Tom’s mind was racing. He was sitting in some black dude’s living room in the fucking PROJECTS and was now being offered meth. What the actual fuck. Again, Tom’s instincts were raging against what was happening – 20 years of programming telling him to stand the fuck up and walk the fuck out of this guy’s apartment immediately. But as Tom was quickly deciding how to make his exit he noticed Ty adjusting his buldge through his sweatpants while simultaneously blowing another cloud and for some reason the combination of these two things happening at once transfixed him. With the pipe still in his hand Ty shrugged his shoulders at Tom, silently offering the pipe to him one last time. This time, Tom took it. The burn in his lungs was immediate, causing him to cough and his eyes to water. The meth hit him like a freight train, a rush of euphoria and energy that made his heart feel like it would burst from his chest. The room spun, and he coughed, handing the pipe back. “That’s it, boy. Relax,” Ty said, patting him on the back. The meth hit him like a freight train. Suddenly, the world was a brighter place, his fear replaced by a buzzing energy that hummed in his veins. Ty's smile grew wider, a predator sensing its prey's vulnerability. "You like that?" Ty’s massive hands were now rubbing Tom’s back and had moved up to his shoulders and neck and as Ty slowly began to exert dominance over Tom he took Tom’s hand and put it on his cock. “Go ahead boy, grab it”. Tom grabbed hold of the massive cock constrained in Ty’s sweatpants and gave it a long squeeze, eliciting a moan of approval from Ty. Tom grabbed the pipe again making Ty chuckle. “Yeah boy, hit that pipe again for daddy. Show daddy what a big cloud you’ve learned to blow”. Tom clicked the torch and was taking a nice long hit from the pipe when he felt Ty stick his massive hands down his shorts, grabbing and stroking Tom’s now throbbing cock. Ty grinned. “That’s my fucking boy, hard as a rock for daddy already. Dad is going to make you into such a good cockslut, and you’re going to make dad so proud – I can already tell”. “Mmmmm, fuck yeah man” Tom moaned. Ty’s voice somehow got a few octaves deeper when he responded to Tom. “Listen here boy, because I’m only gonna tell you this once. I am daddy. Or dad. You understand?” Tom looked up at Ty with big vulnerable eyes that were seeing the world spin and responded “fuck, daddy, yes sir”. "Good boy," Ty said, his voice a low purr. He stood up and in one swift move had taken off his sweatpants and set his dick free, revealing a cock that was as thick and long as a baseball bat. Tom couldn't help but stare, his mouth going slack. "You ever had a taste of chocolate?" Ty's question was a purr, and he stepped closer, his cock bobbing with each step now mere inches from Tom's face. With his cock in Tom’s face Ty handed Tom a small bottle. “Son, these are poppers. You are going to put the bottle under your nose and inhale taking a big hit for daddy. These will help you when its time to take Daddy’s dick.” Tom did as he was told, taking a big, long hit from the tiny bottle. Tom felt a rush hit him like nothing had before, starting at the top of his head before touching every inch of him, causing him to moan from the intense pleasure he was feeling from the high. "Good boy son, now, suck it." Tom leaned in; his eyes wide as he wrapped his lips around the head of Ty's cock. It was hot and heavy, the taste of salt and musk overwhelming him. He took another hit of the poppers, the burn in his nose making his eyes water, making everything feel sharper. Ty's cock grew even more sensitive, the skin tightening as Tom's mouth moved down, inch by inch. "Yeah, just like that," Ty groaned, his hand tangling in Tom's hair. "Take it all, baby." Tom tried, his throat straining around Ty's thickness, his eyes watering from the effort. Ty's cock was like nothing he'd ever felt before, a living, pulsing beast that seemed to fill his entire mouth. He gagged, but Ty was relentless, pushing in deeper while Tom tried to pull away, choking on the massive cock that somehow seemed to be getting bigger. As Tom struggled Ty’s grip on his head was relentless, forcing him to somehow find the space in his throat to accommodate Ty’s manhood. “Yeahhh boy, that’s right, just like that. See, I knew you could do it. Just had to open up for daddy. Just had to relax and let daddy inside”. Ty showed no mercy as he fucked Tom’s face, often sliding his entire cock down the boy’s throat and holding it there, watching the boy gag. Just when Tom thought he couldn’t take anymore he looked up at the adonis of a man in front of him and watched as Ty clicked the torch and blew another massive cloud above him. Tom didn’t understand it, but something about seeing Ty blow the cloud triggered something inside him and made him crave Ty’s cock more than ever. Ty pulled his cock out of Tom’s mouth and rested his massive cockhead on Tom’s lips while he spoke. “Look at me” he demanded. “You’re almost ready boy. Almost ready to take daddy’s cock” he said as he quickly ripped off Tom’s pants exposing him fully to the man. “Stand up and bend over the couch”. Tom knew not to disobey his new dad, so he did as he was told, nervously bending over the couch for him. Ty handed Tom the bottle of poppers and told him to hit them while Ty opened him up. Tom breathed in a sharp breath as he felt Ty’s warm tongue begin to circle his virgin hole. As Ty’s tongue began and jab and probe his hole he took another hit of the poppers, causing the boy to moan and melt into the couch and Ty’s tongue which he realized was now deep inside him. “Mmmm that’s some nice white ass boy. Opening up real nice for me, such a good boy for me”. Tom felt Ty’s fingers begin to tease his hole. “Son, what I’m about to do to is going to hurt like a mother fucker at first, but you’re going to take it for me. This is how you will make your daddy proud. I want you to take a big, long hit on those poppers for me and then close your eyes and try and relax, you understand?” Tom began to sweat, nervously anticipating the pain Ty promised was coming. He nodded his head and responded, “yes daddy, I understand”. Ty grabbed a bottle of lube and applied a generous amount to his finger before slowing sliding it inside Tom’s virgin hole. Tom’s body responded immediately, squirming to remove the invasion from his hole. Tom couldn’t help but scream as Ty placed one hand on his back to keep him still while continuing to slide inside him. “Shhhh, I know boy, I know it hurts. But you’re doing so good and in a few seconds, I’m going to show you what real pleasure is”. Tom groaned, feeling like he was being ripped open by the man’s fingers and realizing that if a couple fingers hurt this badly there was no chance he could take Ty’s massive cock and live through it. But just as Tom was starting to regret his decision to ever walk inside Ty’s apartment, he felt Ty hit something inside him that brought him the pleasure Ty was just telling him about. This uncharted territory inside him that Ty had just discovered was life changing. As Ty prodded Tom’s prostate, he heard the guttural moan from the young man that told him he’d found it. “Ahhh that’s my boy! See son – I told you. You think that feels good boy? You like that? Ha, just wait you aint seen nothing yet”. Ty stood up and told Tom to lay on his back. Ty grabbed a shard and told Tom what was next. “Son, I’m about to put this beautiful shard inside you and when I do you will finally be ready to take me, understand? Now this may burn but you trust daddy now, so I need you to open up and be brave for me”. Ty then grabbed Tom’s cock and began to stroke it while he proceeded to shove the shard inside Tom. Seconds later Tom was drooling for Ty’s cock, feeling a hunger he had not felt before. Realizing the boy was now ready, Ty stood up in between Tom’s legs. "You want it bad, don't you?" Tom could only whimper in response, his body a live wire of need. He'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so incredibly turned on. The poppers and meth had done their job, and the world around him was a haze of sensation and desire. Ty's hand left Tom's cock, and he felt something cold and slick being spread along his crack. He gasped, his eyes flying open as he realized Ty was lubing himself up and that he was about to be ripped open by his new black daddy. The head of Ty’s cock was already nudging at Tom's entrance, the pressure building. "Relax," Ty coaxed, his voice a soothing whisper. "Wait," Tom managed to croak out, his voice thick with desire and fear. "Use a condom, please?" Ty's smile was wicked, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. "No condoms needed between father and son boy. You're going to take all of me, raw and bare." Tom's eyes widened, his heart hammering in his chest. "But...but I've never..." "That's what makes it so much better," Ty whispered, his breath hot on Tom's cheek. "I'm going to show you how good it can be." With surprising gentleness, Ty pushed Tom back onto the bed, his weight pressing him into the mattress. Tom felt his own cock throb, his body betraying his fear. Ty reached for the poppers again, placing them in Tom's hand. "Take another hit," he instructed, his voice firm but soft. "And tell me you want me to fuck you bare." Tom took another hit, the room spinning around him as he felt the muscles in his body relax, the fear and tension draining away. "I...I want you raw cock," he murmured, his voice shaking. "Good boy," Ty said, his eyes never leaving Tom's. He leaned in and kissed him, his tongue pushing past Tom's parted lips, tasting the faint hint of poppers and smoke. Tom moaned into the kiss, his hand shaking as he held onto the bottle of poppers, the reality of what he was about to do washing over him. "Ready son? Time to let me in." Tom took a deep breath, his body tensing as Ty pushed the tip of his cock into him. It burned, the madding pain sharp and intense, but the meth and the poppers had made everything feel so much more intense that even the pain was a thrill. He took another hit, the room swimming around him as Ty pushed deeper, inch by inch, filling him up until he couldn't take any more. "Fuck," Tom breathed, his nails digging into the pillow. "It's so big, I don’t know if I can do this”. “Trust me son, you can take it” Ty responded, before sliding his entire ten inches of thick black cock in the boy’s virgin hole. Tom’s mouth hung open, his body in shock at how it had just been ripped open. He sucked in a huge breathe of air and then let out a scream the entire neighborhood could hear. "That's it," Ty said, his voice strained. "Take it all." With one final thrust, Ty was fully seated inside Tom, his thick cock buried to the hilt. Tom's body spasmed, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure and pain mixed into a delicious cocktail that had him panting for more. "You're so tight," Ty said, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking tight." The pain started to dull and something new was beginning to replace it. Tom took another hit from the poppers and felt Ty begin to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Tom's toes curling. Ty's cock stretched him wide, each movement sending shockwaves of sensation through his body. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, nothing he'd ever dreamed of. “Fuck me, please daddy fuck me” Tom moaned. Ty was pumping into Tom, all the way into the hilt, out to the head, hitting Tom’s spot with each pump. “Look at me son” Ty demanded as he continued to pump in and out. “Dad is so proud of you. You learned to love this black cock, didn’t you?” “Yes sir” Tom responded. “Say it” Ty told him. “I love my daddy’s big black cock. Fuck it is so deep inside me and I love it. I exist to be used by daddy’s black cock and I promise to be a brave boy and earn daddy’s load”. His words drove Ty wild and the assault on the boy’s virgin ass grew exponentially more extreme. He was slamming his cock into the boy harder than he had ever fucked before. He was giving the boy all he had to give, every inch of the massive man was inside the boy, throbbing more with each pump. Tom’s eyes had completely rolled back in his head and for a moment he thought he had left his body. Ty grabbed Tom’s cock and began to stroke him in tune with the rhythm of the fuck. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, along with their ragged breaths and moans of pleasure. Tom's hand found its way back to the poppers, taking hit after hit as he felt his orgasm build. Ty's cock was like a piston, driving into him, and the sensations were almost too much to handle. His dick was hard and leaking precum, slapping against his stomach with each thrust. "You're going to cum for me," Ty said, his voice a command. "You're going to cum while I'm inside you." Tom nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt the tension coil tightly in his balls. The poppers had him on edge, had him feeling every sensation in high definition. He could feel Ty's cock throb with each thrust, could feel his own prostate being massaged with a precision that was almost unbearable. With a final, powerful push, Ty hit that sweet spot, and Tom's orgasm exploded through him, his cock spurting cum all over his stomach and chest. The contractions of his ass milked Ty's cock, and with a roar, Ty came, his hot seed filling Tom up, the sensation of being bred changing Tom forever. Tom was feeling Ty's cock twitch and throb deep inside him, releasing a hot flood of cum that filled him completely. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent him spiraling over the edge and just as he thought he couldn’t cum anymore he was thrust into the most intense climax of his life. "Oh fuck," Tom moaned, his body convulsing as he came again, spurts of hot cum shooting from his own cock, painting his stomach and chest. Ty didn't stop, his strokes growing more erratic as he chased his own release. "Yeah, that's it," he groaned, his eyes locked on Tom's face, watching the ecstasy play out across his features. Tom felt the pressure build, the tightness in his ass giving way to a feeling of fullness that was almost too much to handle. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him crying out. "Fuck," Ty breathed, his body shaking as he pulled out, his cock still hard and glistening with cum. "Look what you made me do son." Tom looked down at himself, his body covered in sweat and cum, feeling more alive than he ever had before. He'd just smoked meth and then been fucked bareback by a man, and it had been the most intense, mind-blowing experience of his life. "You liked that, didn't you?" Ty asked, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You liked taking my big, black cock raw." Tom couldn't deny it. His body was still pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and he could feel Ty's cum leaking out of him, a sticky reminder of what had just happened. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "I liked it." "I knew you would," Ty said, leaning in to kiss him again. His tongue slipped into Tom's mouth, tasting himself, and Tom couldn't help but moan at the sensation. The two men lay there for a moment, panting and spent, before Ty pulled away. "But that's just the beginning," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with lust. "We've got all night and you little white boy still have a lot to learn”.

This is another short story, though based on real events with some fluffing haha. Again sorry for any grammar mistakes! It was just another Saturday night, however for once I had some alone time. Thats how I decided I needed to get out of the house and, really, what better way than to visit my local bathhouse? The thought of cruising the dimly lit hallways for some guy to fuck is usually all it takes. Tonight, I knew I needed to get fucked. It should be easy enough. I'm a decent looking guy, and my gym routine has been doing great things for my ass. I was sure that I could find a hot guy to give me a good, rough fuck. My excitement and nervousness was nearly boiling over, though. As I drove out to the bathhouse, found parking, and walked myself inside, I couldn't help sizing up every guy I saw. I eagerly rented a room and went to change. Sitting in that room, all my clothes stored away and nothing but a towel on now, It really set in of what I was doing. I haven't really mentioned yet, but the truth is that I am incredibly shy. I've actually been so lucky every time I've come here before tonight. All the guys I've hooked up with have been very forward. I needed a plan. On my way in, I spotted a guy in another room. There he was, in nothing but a jockstrap, face-down and ass-up. Could I do that? I didn't think so. It's too direct, too open. It would be just as bad as asking. I can't explain why, but it just would be. I took a deep breath and laid back on the bed in that tiny room, thinking about my options. Despite the "bed" being little more than a thick rectangle of plastic with some sheets around it, it was actually quite comfortable. As late as it was, it occurred to me that I could probably fall asleep on it, if I weren't careful. In that a moment, a plan began to form... What if I turned off the lights? What if I... opened the door? And what if I threw off my towel, dropped on that bed face-down, and just... went to sleep? Something about that was suddenly very thrilling. Anyone could come in and do... well, anything. There would be nothing for me to say, nothing for me to do. I tried out the position for a moment, lying face-down and pretending to be asleep. The mirror beside me gave me a pretty good view of myself and I had just one thought: I would totally fuck that ass. And if I would, then surely, somewhere among the guys cruising the hallways, someone else would, too. I could do it. I would do it. Before I could talk myself out of it, I moved. I grabbed a bottle of lube from my bag and a condom that I prefilled with a load from the night before. I turned the lights lights off, nothing but the ambient light spilling over the top of the "room" walls left to see by. The room came ready with a handful of condoms, which I positioned alongside the lube, in plain view from the hallways. I wasn't ready to get breed so I set my prefilled condom next to the lube to hopefully indicate that I was getting fucked but not raw. Next I wet a rag with my bottle of poppers and set it by my pillow, I love to use poppers when I bottom but don't want to ruin the fantasy. Finally, I peeked outside the door. No one was there, yet. Perfect. Before my nerves could take over, I was back on the bed, face-down, lights off, and looking for all the world like I was having a lovely nap. My heart was racing, but I tried to force calmness into myself. I really had no idea what I was expecting, though. Even as I was forcing my breathing to become more even, and even as I shut my eyes tight, I wondered if anyone would even take the bait. With my eyes closed and the house music blaring at an almost uncomfortable volume, I did not hear the first guy come in. The sudden presence of his hand on my exposed thigh almost jerked me "awake", but I kept to my sleepy role. The hand drifted across my ass, tenderly, and then it was gone. I heard a shift in the air as the interloper left back to the hallways. My disappointment did not last long, as another hand took its place just a few moments later. And then again, they leave, to be replaced again some time later. I don't know what I was expecting, but this parade of casual, light molestation was actually pretty nice. On and on it went. A few eager fingers felt at my hole. Some of those guys popped open the lube bottle with an audible, plastic *click*, and lubed my hole as they felt around. Yet, no one went too far, and the obvious admiration I felt from the hands managed to calm my nerves. I was no longer forcing myself to breath calmly. I didn't almost jump at every first touch any more. I don't remember how long this went on, but I was very hopeful someone would take a chance on my sleeping ass soon. I got something a little different, though. For the first time, I heard something new: the door, closing ever so softly. I resisted the urge to peek over my shoulder and into the mirror to see the guy who had just shut the door. I would not break the fantasy. This could be it. Down at my feet, where I had stashed the lube and condoms, I felt movement. This was it, wasn't it? I felt hands lifting my leg. I almost instinctively tried to move with the hand, imagining that he was trying to position my legs to fuck me. Then the feeling of a kiss on my ass. As the kiss turned into a tongue delicately passing down to my taint, I started to get hard. The feeling of a tongue soon turned into the feeling of a mouth, making out with my hole. It just felt so good. Maybe it was my commitment to the role of "asleep", but there was no spasms of pleasure that could interrupt this guy's makeout session with my taint and hole. The sound of hurried, orgasmic breaths slowly filled the room after a while. All at once, I was aware of the subtle movement at the base of the bed, where my guy was. The shaking from that area rose in tempo, alongside a growing intensity to his mouth's activities with my taint. Then, all at once, both gave way to a series of beastial grunts and I felt a wetness splash across my legs all the way up to my ass. His breathing calmed and he let out a small "woof" of contentment. Carefully, he started to get up. The cum he gave me was pressed between my legs and and ass. What he shot on my ass was now running towards my crack, the majority thay he shot on my thigh was now wetting the sheets slightly. There were no words spoken. Over the house music, I could just barely make out the sound of the door opening as he leaves. I can't help but chuckle quietly at what just transpired. The air against my still wet ass is a lingering reminder of that, intimate connection. I give a contented sigh to my now-empty room, and all of this, despite the music and the excited state of me, somehow brings me to real sleep. I don't know how exactly long I am out. I wake some short time later, my ass still just barely damp enough to notice. I don't move in that moment, except to peek over my shoulder at the door. I can just barely make out that it's closed now. As I begin to wonder if the guy closed it as he left, I hear something. The sound of a small, plastic *click*. I know the sound well. Someone has my bottle of lube, and they've just opened it at the foot of my bed. I didn't notice them come in while I was asleep. Despite my excitement, I keep calm and feel ready for whatever this new guy has in mind. I close my eyes, and I wait. What comes next is the feeling of a hand, invading between my thighs, reaching under me, and grabbing for my soft dick. Another hand shoves at my hips to reposition them and allow my dick to lie flat against the bed, now showing between my legs. Slowly, my erection grows in his large hand. Perhaps I wouldn't get fucked this time either, but I have the feeling I'll enjoy this. I hear a hiss and a squirt and then there is a sudden wetness as the guy delivers a healthy supply of lube to my dick in his hand. He wastes no time as he starts to jerk me off in this odd position. There is a sudden expertness to his strokes, and it all becomes too much, very fast. I try to keep my breathing calm enough to pass as still asleep, but it's getting hard. Maybe it was the parade of guys that came before. Maybe it's just how exposed and used I feel. Whatever the reason, I've never had a handjob quite like this before. I felt him running his fingers over my ass up and down my crack before he aimed for my hole, fingering in the load that was there. With a quickness, I explode in this guy's hand with what must be a massive load of cum. I have no idea how much ended up on the bed, or in his hand, or wherever else that cumshot could have gone. His hand leaves my dick, and I am surprised when the walls of this tiny room shake slightly with the quick opening and closing of a door. I assume I am alone, and that the closed door means I have a moment of honest respite now. That moment is broken when I hear the wet sound of maybe lube and cum in someone's hands directly behind me. As well as faint whispers that I just couldnt make out. Did he let someone else in? I guess now that the guy is going to jerk off with my cum and leave me a load of his own. Being a bit of a cumslut, I smile inwardly, exalting at the prospect of his cum on my body. The wet sounds stop suddenly and I can hear him shift slightly behind me. I wonder where he's going to cum, and then I feel that question answered when his weight settles on the bed. I can feel his body looming over me, all around me, and the back of his hand settle on my ass. I am waiting now for the splash of a cumshot on my butt. What happens instead is the feeling of his fist shifting downwards, his dick in that grip suddenly lining up with my hole. His weight shifts forward and then, falling down on me in one motion, he penetrates my barely-stretched hole all at once. My cum and the left over lube being all the lube I got. I can't help it. I let out a yelp. I don't know if it's audible over the house music, but it doesn't seem to matter if it was. My ass is burning from the sudden penetration, but the guy doesn't miss a beat. He pulls out, slowly, and shoves his dick right back in just as before. And again. In this small room, covered in spit and cum, and being fucked by what I'm certain is a dick lubricated mostly in my cum from an orgasm just barely passed, I cannot feel pleasure from this fucking. I only feel fear at what he might do next. This brutal fucking is not an accident. This helpless, painful state was his plan all along and I don't know what I can do to stop it. Each sudden shove and slow retrieval sends pain shooting through my body, and I can tell now that this man is much larger than me- both his dick and his stature. I want to wake up from this nightmare, but something in me tells me it's better to just stay asleep. I adjust my face so that I can inhale from my popper rag. Somehow, I suppress the screams of pain bubbling up inside me. Somehow, I lie there, as limp as if I were actually asleep. Somehow, I bear this calculated, sadistic fucking. I don't know how long this lasts, but it feels like forever. I am thoroughly awake now, but I still keep my eyes shut tightly and my body limp. Eventually, the pain of the thrusts loses its burning intensity, giving way to a subtler ache. Then pleasure, as the poppers do their job. Similarly, those cruel, deep thrusts slowly give way to quicker, more manageable fucking. As I feel his dick pulse inside me, I know for a fact that he hasn't used one of the condoms at all. I don't worry about that now and I just count myself lucky that my cum worked well enough as lubricant. He collapses on me, his full weight on my "sleeping" body as his dick deposits the last of that well-earned load. His breathing is fast, but slows as the orgasm passes. As he regains his composure, he lets out a little laugh and whispers in my ear, "Night night, bitch." I don't say anything back. I don't move at all. He slowly gets up from on top of me and gives my ass an insultingly playful slap. I hear the man say theirs some special lube by the condoms, then the door open and I listen carefully as it closes. My hole burns from the brutal fucking. I feel the coolness of the air on my lubed ass. But it didn't last long before I heard the other guy. Ah that kind of lube, I brought some too. I wasn't responding still trying to keep up the fantasy. I could hear him pick something up, and tell me he's gonna lube me up good. Then I feel it, a wetness pouring directly onto my hole and his finger waiting to push it all in. Only thing is, I didn't hear the lube bottle. What was he using to lube me? A lube packet? It didn't take long for my question to be answered. There's one, my sleeping beauty, now two more. He poured more "lube" on my hole repeating the process to more times. "And for good measure" I heard him say before I could hear the shuffling of rubber and felt what I would later find out to be condoms, being fingered into my hole. I could feel the bed shift again, then what felt like a baseball bat at my hole. Now I've had big ones before but he was BIG with a huge mushroom head. I couldn't help but stir a little as he was working his way into me. I felt him push my face into the pillows, unknowingly making me take deep inhales of poppers. "Just stay asleep a little longer were almost there". His attitude mixed with the poppers really got me going and loosened my hole. I swear I could hear the pop of his head breaching my hole. Then he sank in me fully bottoming out. "Good boy". Then he picked up the pace fucking me with long hard strokes. Almost pulling completely out then back to the base. It was alot to take and I almost felt like "waking up" just to make the rough fucking end. But before I could make up my mind he trusted 4 more deep thrusts easily breaching my second ring. I could feel his dick pulsing inside of me. "Fuck your gonna wake up pregnant baby". He slowly pulled out and I could feel a wetness running down my leg. "Gonna have to tell the guys we have a passed out cumslut to gift." I could hear the door open and I was left alone again. As I breath a shuddering sigh, I wondered if I should have just asked someone to fuck me instead. I sat up to check if I still had condoms and sure enough they were untouched, but what was weird is, the prefilled condom I put there was now gone . . . The end? Let me know what you think maybe I'll make a part two!

I do the same with my faggots. I know when to stop though. It’s a matter of discipline and keeping everyone submissive. It works for everyone, my faggots understand is tough love and don’t complain. They are happy enough with getting good dick.

Used to go to this ABS in South Jersey near the beach, but on the mainland before you crossed the causeway over to the barrier island. In summer the place was always hopping with lots of straight clientele; horny husbands whose wives and kids had gone to bed and "he ran out for milk" types of guys, though it was another kind of milk they were getting there. After a remodel they had a nice setup of booths in the back with gloryholes. The clerk at this store was a really nice guy. Built like a brick shithouse, rugged face, big stache, feathered dark 80s hair, always wearing little gym shorts and skimpy tank tops. He was always fun to shoot the shit with between customers and on slow nights. Was totally straight though. One night this very sexy straight couple came in. They were in full-on vacation mode and likely away from home, where nobody knew them or would know what they were doing. After some small talk with the clerk they go into a booth in the back and start fooling around. The clerk knew exactly what was gonna happen, so he says to one of us "watch the front" which was where the cash register and stuff was, "I'm going back there." Next thing you know he's in the back and says "watch this." He goes up to the booth the couple was in and knocks on the door and says "This is Tom (or whatever his name was), I just wanted to see if you had any questions about how the machines work, or needed any help?" With that the door opens up, he looks at me and winks, and in he goes. Let's just say that I was into the next booth before anyone else could and watched through the gloryhole as he banged the shit out of the woman while the husband watched and jacked off. I finally got to see that he had a very impressive cock and he sure knew how to use it. The husband had by then gotten down and had his face right in at the juncture of their sex, licking away at the action. Needless to say it had me hotter than a pistol, so I had my cock out and was stroking along to the action on the other side of that wall. The BF/husband was hot too, like a former college athlete, big, blonde, and sunburned. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and stuck his cock through the GH and I blew him while he was watching the action. The clerk was very verbal so I knew exactly what was going on in the other booth while I couldn't see. When the guy came he pulled out and I went back up to the GH and watched the grand, very loud, finale. It was quite a show. After that the clerk and I always joked about that night. And apparently that happened more frequently than i could have ever guessed. That was a fun place. I miss it.

This is my first post here and English isnt my first language, so sorry in advance At last Wednesday, i went to a ladyboy place to have my ass breed, after i arrived, i revealed to her i m locked in chastity, in jockstrap, stocking and chest harness, after i put on my hood only with mouth opening, she is totally hard, and push me on her bed and found i had a butt plug in me which contains 2 loads from earlier, she went instantly hard and pull out my plug and start fucking me. She fuck me for almost half and hour, and when she cum in me, she push my plug back in me and tell me she have few more ladyboy friends are coming to use me, i will be their cumdump for that night, and i was there, ass up face down, with a hood covering my sight, a well lubricant hole for them to use. So about 2hrs later, i left her place with my plugged hole leaking cum down my leg, but i love every single minute of me being a cumdump fag for them. ps, then told me they will find some bbc to cum in me next time, i m so looking forward to that. ps, load count 2025 is currently at 23, hopefully can get through 50 this year

Dragon’s Fire Dimitrios Argyros stood against the wall of the crowded bar. He was a very tall man—6’8” and built like a bodybuilder. He was wearing tight black jeans which showed off the thick tube of uncut cock that snaked down his right leg and highlighted his big muscle ass. His tight long-sleeve cashmere rippled with muscle and his shiny Rolex hinted at his vast wealth. With the shirt on, his close-cropped hair, dark brown eyes, and handsome angular face looked clean cut. But the shirt concealed the tattooed measuring tape that ran from just past his wrist to his shoulder on his larger, right side. Across the other side was a dragon, whose tail wrapped around his left arm, each scale a precise 1/4 inch marker and the fire from its mouth rippled across his muscular back. Above his hard belly button he sported a toxic waste sign and on his huge leftpec, worked into the dragons back, was a pentagram. Dimitri was a member of the local chapter of the Brotherhood of the Dark Lord. While many chapters worshiped the Dark One solely through hedonistic pleasure, Dimitri and his brother subscribed to an older, more pure version of the Dark Word: the Lord required pleasure and pain to be fully satisfied. It was a world of rigidly defined roles, for Dimitri and his Brothers, there was no give-and-take. Instead, there were top men and bottom men, and bottom men were invariably younger and smaller than top men. And Dimitri had seen the results of their faithful service, as dozens of times over the last 25 years in the middle of a sacred sex ritual, he’d seen his own enormous cock expand in size, plundering the depths of some young male cunt deep and wider. He’d watched his own fists—and that of his brothers— expand and grow large knobby growths as they destroyed yet another boypussy. And Dimitri had seen his own tattoos come alive, and his cock get supernaturally hot with the breath of the dragon, as he spewed toxic seed. So, yes, Dimitri believed that it was his birthright, and one ordained by a god, to own, control, convert, fist, and fuck young men. Dozens of men in the bar tried to get his attention—or least those unaware of his very dark reputation—men of all sizes and shapes. But Dimitri had eyes for only one young man—a boy really, all of 18–in the place. Dimitri was on the hunt, as his previous boy had aged out of Dimitri’s demographic at the ripe age of 25. His new target—Timmy Peters—was a slight waif, 5’5” and barely 100 pounds. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He had good muscle definition and gorgeous abs—Dimitri’s investigators determined skateboarding was his primary athletic pursuit, and so the boys core was tight as a drum—but his chest was slight. Dimitri had refused to look at any of the naked shots his men had gathered—he wanted to save that pleasure for this very evening, as he initiated the boy into his new life of service to Dimitri’s 14 inch pussy destroyer. But he’d seen the boy shirtless, Timmy’s perfect twink body a contrast to his unusually shapely, almost womanly ass, the top of the twin perfect globes visible in the back of his low slung skater shorts. In contrast to his previous conquests of 30 years, who had almost all been blondes or redheads, Timmy had jet black hair and eyes as dark as Dimitri’s own. But unlike Dimitri, the boy’s skin glowed white and Dimitri couldn’t wait to see how it turned bright red under his new masters brutal palms. Dimitri’s cock stirred and swelled in anticipation of the years of pleasure ahead. The thought of what Timmy wanted or desired never crossed the Greek muscle stud’s mind. Dimitri knew that he was a divinely ordained predator, one equipped with a vastly superior cock and body, his seed anointed with a toxic gift, blessed by the Dark Lord with vast wealth. And so when Dimitri divined that a boy was his, he was never wrong. Dimitri smiled across the room at the little dark-haired cherub. Timmy looked vaguely shocked that a muscle stud would show him any interest, and so he smiled shyly back. Dimitri walked over and stood next to the boy, raising his beer bottle in greeting, “I am Dimitri”. Timmy shivered slightly at the deep voice and mysterious, vaguely European accent, but he smiled and said, “My name is Timmy. Pleased to meet you sir.” Dimitri felt his cock stiffen and the fire-breath of the dragon tattoo on his back got warm at the word sir—confirming yet again this boy was his. They made small talk, and Dimitri pretended to be interested when he “learned” the boy was in the city for art school that Fall. That wasn’t going to happen—boys in service to the Brotherhood spent too much time spun out with both their holes stuffed to attend school or hold any other job. Dimitri started dancing with the boy, and soon confirmed what his investigators had uncovered—Timmy had serious daddy issues and loved muscle—and for his part, Dimitri though the boys body and ass were even more perfect than he could imagine. He gave the boy an X and then Dimitri started fingering the boys fuzzy hole, and when the lights went dim, he slipped a big rock of crystal in the tight little pucker. Dimitri used his much larger mouth to swallow Timmy’s cry at the burn, and soon enough Timmy little hole was lapping and pulsing around Dimitri’s big digits. After about 30 minutes, Timmy was very horned up and so Dimitri said, “Come home and let me fuck your brains out.” Timmy nodded,“ Yes, sir.” Dimitri said, “I demand total obedience, you will take what I give you.” Timmy looked scared but Dimitri could see in the little dark eyes that the boy already knew he was meant to be nothing but a pussy hole, and he just said, “Please daddy, I need your big cock. “ In the limo on the way to his penthouse, Dimitri stripped the clothes off Timmy within seconds. He stuffed another rock of crystal in the boys hole and the boy begged to be fucked. But Dimitri didn’t fuck boys who’d not been freshly shaved and douched—he looked forward to humiliating Timmy as he cleaned him out—so he set the boy to work on his big cock. Timmy was a natural cocksucker, but it took months of practice for anyone to learn to take the entire 14 inches of beer bottle thick meat, so Dimitri contented himself with choking the boy, shoving the boys mouth down on the endless tube of his cock, using the little mouth hole like a fleshlight as Timmy wretched and sputtered. As they approached his highrise, Dimitri had the boy clean up all the spittle and mouth juice from his cock and the car seat. Arriving at his series of 15 private parking spots he stepped out of his pants—his driver would bring them up—and carried the small boy in his arms, biting and nipping at the boys small perfect tits, into his private elevator. Reaching his penthouse, Dimitri carried the boy into his big bathroom and put him on his knees on a plush rug. “Chest flat on the floor, arch your back, and spread those cheeks,” Dimitri said, growling with pleasure at the sight of the boys pink hole. Dimitri filled a series three enema bags with water, and dropped a rock of crystal into each. He speared the boy’s cunt and filled his guts. As he expected, the first one was relatively clean and he delighted at how embarrassed Timmy got when the second bag came out dirty as his inner spinchter was drained. Finally, the third bag came out pretty clean. Now, Dimitri took a bag he’d hidden in the linen closet bursting at the seams with chempiss collected over the last week from all the members of the brotherhood. The boy was already high, and as the chempiss tingled his guts he began to moan. The moans turned to groans as the huge bag deflated and stretched his pussy. Finally, he begged Dimitri to stop. Dimitri grinned and started spanking the beautiful white ass, causing the boys insides to flex and finally the contents of the bag were buried deep in the little cunt. Dimitri snapped a small buttplug in, and giving the boy hits of poppers he sat on the toilet and began to train the boys throat. First he taught the boy how to pleasure his cockhead and long dragging foreskin, probably the first uncut tool the boy had seen. Soon enough the boy was able to take about 8 inches of cock, but he was covered in sweat as the piss—heavy in Tina, ecstasy, and coke, and probably laced with other drugs too—began to be absorbed. Mindful the boy was only a beginner, he let the boy seek relief after about 25 minutes. Now the boy was truly wired and he groaned and pushed back on the nozzle as Dimitri used the sure shot to hose him out. Dimitri was getting eager to fuck the boy—and the boy was clearly eager from his own submissive desires accented by all the drugs—and so Dimitri made short work of shaving the boy. He shaved every hair from his little hole, the tiny dust of a treasure trail, and the boys balls. The boy started to resist when Dimitri began to shave his pubes, but a hard slap of command to his boy nuts ended that resistance. Dimitri removed the tight white tshirt he’s kept on a climbed in the shower. The boy was eager to help him soap up, thrilling as his height and huge muscles. Dimitri made him kiss and trace the outlines of his toxic waste symbol. With his tongue. When the boy asked him what it meant, Dimitri smiled and said, “It means when I am done seeding your hole you will carry part of me in you forever.” Timmy looked puzzled then shrugged and leaned forward and mouthed the big cock. Satisfied there were no unsavory ass juices or shaving cream lingering on either of their bodies Dimitri tenderly dried the boy, passionately making out with him. He carried the little twink into one of his big bedrooms with mirrors all around the room and covering the ceiling. He kept the boy in his arms as he went around lighting dozens of candles and turning the lights on low. He positioned the boy on all fours, making sure the boys back arch was perfect. He spanked the little hard melons of his ass until the boy’s skin was flaming red and he was bucking back up and begging for cock. Dimitri squirted laced lube deep into the boy and slicked up his big cock and pushed the huge head of his fuckstick in. Timmy cried out but did not break position. “Let me stretch that hole,” Dimitri growled, and shoved in another inch. The boy screamed and tried to fall onto the bed to get away, but Dimitri held him in place. Dimitri let the boy adjust and soon, knowing it was his place in the world to take cock, Timmy relaxed and pushed back. Dimitri began a slow leisurely fuck, his 14 incha sinking deeper and deeper, until when he got about eight inchs in he began to hit the boys second ring. Dimitri purposefully kept the fuck from pushing inside, and instead began delivering little squirts of chempiss right at the boy’s inner door. Once he was confident that the little whores hole was open and an easy fuck, he pulled back and rammed his cock through the second hole in one hard push. Timmy screamed and collapsed on the bed, Dimitri stayed on top of him and began to brutally ram his cock deep in the boy. Timmy’s face in the mirror showed real fear with an undercurrent of lust as Dimitri raped him deep. Soon, though, the hole opened more and the lust and desire for anal destruction began to overwhelm the bottom slut. Dimitri pulled out and flipped the boy, and threw his legs on his shoulders. As he’d expected, he’d torn the boy’s second hole, and his cock was pink, Dimitri grinned, knowing this would just give the drugs and his toxic seed easier purchase. “You will never not cry out when I do this, even after I’ve fucked you every day for years,” Dimitri said darkly, as he lined up his huge cock and speared the boy again. As promised Timmy cried out and his body spasmed as Dimitri’s 14 inches pounded deep inside him. Dimitri pounded the boy for a good fourty-five minutes, using extreme control to prolong this first fuck of the virgin hole. He pounded the boy in every position, making the boy cry out every time his huge cock rammed in deep. Finally, Dimitri could feel the fire build in his balls. He flipped the boy on his back, and made Timmy hold his legs wide so he could pile-drive into the boys sweet pussy. “Beg me for my toxic seed, boy, beg,” he commanded. His eyes black saucers of lust Timmy commenced begging. When the first squirt of seed spilled out of his huge plundering tool, Dimitri roared, and went crazy. As he did so, he felt the dragon tattoo stir and every candle and light in the room went dark. He felt the dark breath of his deity, and his cock grew by several inches in length and girth. Timmy screamed at the sudden big stretch as Dimitri kept pounding. He felt his cock grow hot, and Timmy started screaming “Burning hot seed, daddy, oh fuck, oh fuck so hot, feels so good.” Dimitri looked in the mirror and could see the shadow of a dragon behind him, he pentagram woven into the tattoo on his chest turned from black to glowing red. Dimitri came for several minutes, so much so that the supernatural seed overflowed out of the boy. He didn’t not stop fucking the boy—this visit by the dragon had only happened in ritual settings before and he had no idea how it was happening now—but all he knew was he needed to posses the boys ass. He knew that his cock would stay enlarged for at least another fuck, but once he came again it would go from giant to its merely huge normal size. Little Timmy was gone to the world, begging “Deeper daddy, more cum, please fuck me.” Dimitri grinned—the supernatural seed the men of the Brotherhood produced apparently burned like a hot poker—one boy had said twice as bad a burn as entire gram of Tina— but then it was ravenously addictive. The boy already belonged to him, and so Dimitri sought to enjoy him, using his enhanced cock to fuck the boy mercilessly. He pushed the boy hard, pile driving into the warm cunt, white seed squishing out as he turned and changed angles. He scooped it up and fed it other boy, who drank it down like sweet nectar. The drugs and seed and made the boy wild, and he just begged for the fucking to continue. And while he cried out in agony with ever deep fuck, he kept his legs wide and begged for more. It was all Dimitri could do not to just pull out and bury his arm to the elbow. And all the other times he’d produced the sacred sperm, he had. But those were boy he’d already been fucking and fisting for weeks, offering their holes to the Dark Lord on the evening of their fuck flu and it’s yearly anniversary, celebrating when they became a full part of the Brotherhood. But this tonight had happened on the first time he’d even been inside the boy, and so he kept that urge for another time. Dimitri fucked the boy for another solid hour, ravishing him in every position around the room. Both men were drenched in sweat, and as Dimitri spanked the perfect white ass, sweat flew in the room. Finally they ended up on the bed, the boy legs arched over his ears, Timmy urging, “Use my hole, daddy give me your toxic seed, come in me again, I need your load daddy.” And so Dimitri came again—a mind-blowingly good orgasm, but without supernatural fireworks. As his body settled down, Dimitri kept his big cock buried to the root and added a potent load of chempiss to the human and supernatural seed in the boys guts. He slapped Timmy’s ass hard—“Keep that in your pussy, pretty boy,” he commanded—and got up to grab a medium sized plug which he shoved into Timmy’s hole. Timmy screeched and spasmed but the toy lodged itself into his guts. Dimitri lay down on the bed, and set Timmy to work cleaning his big tool, showing him, how to use the popper bottle. Dimitri reached into his bedside table and pulled out his preloaded pipe and drew a few big clouds, calling Timmy up and showing him how to shotgun. He then sent Timmy down to his crotch again, instructing him to “Teach yourself to deep throat, just like you see in porn.” Turning on some low, fuck-me-beat music, Dimitri picked up his phone and texted his best buddy, Dr. Conrad Morris, who happened to be the the very doctor little Timmy had gone to see when he moved to the city two weeks ago. “Little Timmy met the dragon. WTF? Call me.” Within seconds his phone rang, when he picked up Conrad said urgently, “Seriously? Like the whole experience? Big cock, gnarly fists, and burning cum?” Dimitri spoke quietly “No hands but the rest.” “Fuck,” Conrad said, “That’s means he’s probably bonded to you.” “We don’t know—the bonding has always been after the ceremony,” Dimitri said, keeping his voice low. Conrad paused and then he said thoughtfully, “So thinking about this logically either the boy has a magic pussy that will bring out all our beasts or it’s something about him and you.” Dimitri spoke softly, “I have a great idea about how we can find out.” Dimitri could almost hear Conrad’s wolfish smile, “Over in a jiffy,”.

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From the "stories" about prison sex that I've heard, it would not be hard to imagine that some of my rougher Chem & fuck scenes were with ex cons. If they were I was only to happy to be their plaything. Couldn't walk after they'd finished but I knew I'd given them the sex they wanted & I was filled, dripping & ready for the next cock.

Surprisingly, there is talk in San Francisco of reopening bathhouses. They closed in the 80s due to the AIDS pandemic. Oddly enough, the license jurisdiction became the purview of the police department, which for years never allow them to reopen. Surprise surprise. The law was recently revoked. The local papers have reported the possibility of two bath houses opening. The cost is projected to be in the million so we’ll see what happens. Fingers crossed! I’m hoping that San Francisco can be a Mecca for gay people once again, especially with everything happened in the United States.

First night going out to the cruise bars in Torremolinas. Wasn’t sure what to expect since it was a Tuesday. Turned out to be pretty decent! First up was the Men’s Bar. They have a dark basement cruise area. You can tell men go there to have sex. I have brought a small backpack to put my clothes in so I could parade around in the jockstrap and make my ass accessible to anyone who wanted to use it. First up was an older guy in the dark room. He was already hard when I got down on my knees and started to suck his dick. He got harder as a deep throated him. We alternated between making out, fingering my ass and me sucking his dick. Finally, I presented my ass to him and backed up on his cock. I was still loose from Copenhagen so he slid in easily. His cock was a respectable size so he was able to work my hole nicely with thrusts at different angles. When he finally came, he shot a big load that flooded my hole. Apparently had not come for days! He pulled out and cum started dripping out of me. This encouraged an others to jump on, and I got a few loads in rapid succession. I have no idea what the tops looked like. I just felt the cock pressing against my hole and pushed back. Things seem to die down for a bit, so I decided to try the Eagle. Nothing was happening at the Eagle. There weren’t even men upstairs. Literally no cruising. I had a drink and chatted a bit but nothing changed so I headed back to Men’s Bar. Got a few more fucks and more loads but the bar was clearly winding down and they were preparing to close. With my ass loose and sloppy and feeling still horny for more dick and loads, I went to Exxtreme because they stay open till five. At that point, the dicks were starting to get a little softer and the guys drunker. Some guys were not able to maintain an erection. The guys that did fuck me came back repeatedly. I had a hot session with a couple of tops going back-and-forth between me and another bottom. There was one guy, Javier from Seville, who had a great erection, and the foursome ended, we headed over to the booths with a bed and had a nice long and hard session. He was a great fuck, very aggressive and passionate, pulling his dick out repeatedly and then slamming in to batter my prostate. We chatted for a while between sessions and he told me how he loves sloppy hole. I really wanted his loan, but unfortunately the club announced that they were closing and we ran out of time. We talked about meeting up while I’m here for the week.

Part IX: Nico’s POV Moses and I pass the pipe back and forth. Slow. Still. Satisfied. Moses takes a hit—deep, slow. Holds it. Exhales a long stream of smoke toward the ceiling, like it means something. Like it seals something. “He didn’t move,” he says, eyes locked on Cole. I take the pipe from him. Torch it. Inhale until it burns. “Didn’t have to.” I exhale toward the rug. “He’s not supposed to.” Cole’s body glows in the low light. Still bent. Still leaking. Still open like a wound. Moses watches him—eyes sharp, amused. “You think he knows what we did to him?” “I think he wanted not to.” I pass the pipe back. Moses hits it again, deeper this time. “Think we went too far?” I glance at him. Let the silence hang. “Do you feel bad?” He exhales with a snort. Shakes his head. “Fuck no.” Then he laughs—low and mean. “I feel great.” His smile is real now. Not soft. Not reflective. Just pure satisfaction. “He wanted to be used,” he adds, voice flat. “So we used him.” I reach for the pipe. “You think he knows how wrecked he is?” Moses shrugs. “Maybe. Not sure it matters anymore.” We both look at him. Cole. Bent over like a discarded offering. Cum still dripping from his hole, drying on his thighs. The rug beneath him soaked and shining. Moses grins. “We made him into something better.” I nod slowly. Torch the bowl again. Hold it. Let the heat settle in my chest. But the pressure in my gut keeps climbing. I shift. “Shit,” I mutter, stretching my back. “I gotta piss.” I turn toward the hallway on instinct. But Moses—gaze still fixed on Cole—doesn’t even blink. “Don’t waste it,” he says. I pause. “What?” He tilts his head toward Cole. “Do it in him.” My cock twitches. This isn’t sex anymore. It’s a rite. I step between Cole’s legs again. Kneel. His hole’s still open, still glossy, still leaking. I press two fingers in—slow, casual. His body takes them like it’s second nature. “You hear that, tiny?” I murmur. “You’re not done yet.” He moans. Barely. Just a sound. No words. Maybe no awareness. Doesn’t matter. I guide my cock back to him. Tip first. Then deeper. The slide is smooth. Too easy. He doesn’t flinch. I settle all the way in. And I let go. The piss hits fast—hot, almost burning—coating the inside of him, mixing with cum already filling him to the edge. My whole body slackens as it pours out of me, long and steady. The sound is obscene. Wet. Echoing. Real. But underneath it? Something quiet. Peaceful. Moses doesn’t speak. Just watches. Pipe glowing between his fingers. “Look at him take it,” I murmur. It overflows. Trickles out around me. Soaks his thighs. Stains the rug. He stays still. Shuddering. Not from protest. But from completion. Like this is the final act he was made for. When I’m empty, I pull out slow. The gush that follows is heavy. Warm. Endless. Piss. Cum. All of it spilling back out of him in one final offering. Ruined. Perfect. Holy. ⸻ Part X: Moses’ POV Cole hasn’t moved in twenty minutes. He’s curled on the rug, knees tucked slightly in, ass still leaking, mouth parted in that perfect post-T daze. His eyes half-lidded. Glassy. Pupils wide. There’s drool on the corner of his mouth and cum drying down his thigh. We left a pipe on the table next to him. He’s close enough to reach it. He hasn’t tried. I’m on the couch. Nico’s beside me, one leg draped lazily over the armrest, packing a fresh pipe like it’s a meditative ritual. The room smells like sweat, smoke, and sex. The music’s something ambient—slow, pulsing, background filth. I glance at my phone. Notifications. Missed calls. Low balance. “I need money,” I mutter. Nico doesn’t even look up. “Yeah?” “Rent’s late. Cards are tapped. Shit’s tight.” He snorts. Finishes torching the bowl. Then: “We’ve got product.” I turn toward him. Raise an eyebrow. He nods toward the rug. “Right there.” I follow his gaze. Cole. Ruined, compliant, perfect. I look at him—really look. Hair damp. Breathing shallow. Holes loose and used and wet. “You think he’d…” I don’t even finish. Nico chuckles. “I don’t think the faggot has much of a choice.” He takes a hit. Passes it to me. I inhale. Let it fill my chest. Let the idea bloom. Selling my brother. Letting others use what we just broke in. Might’ve shocked me a few hours ago. Now? It makes sense. ⸻ The first thing we do is get him off the rug. He’s beautiful there, sure—curled and leaking, breath soft, spine loose—but rugs aren’t built for business. No lighting. No angle. No presence. Nico grabs him under the arms. I lift the legs. He doesn’t resist—just makes a little noise, like a sigh laced with want, and lets us carry him like a doll. The hallway’s dark. My bedroom is cleaner. Not by much—but enough. White sheets. Dim lamp. No clutter. We lay him down in the center of the bed, on his back, legs slightly parted. His head lolls to the side. His lips are still red. His thighs are still damp. He looks ready. But not finished. “We should dress him up a little,” Nico says. “How?” He grins. “Not like, clothes. Just… accessories. Make him look offered.” I nod. Get it immediately. I go to the drawer. Pull the basics: The collar. Black leather. Simple buckle. No tag—yet. A ball-stretcher. Heavier than it looks. One of my rings. Thick silver. I slide it onto Cole’s pinky just because. I find the wipes. We clean his thighs, wipe the cum and piss streaks, but we don’t close him up. That’s part of the pitch. He’s still dripping. Still open. The smell of sex in the room isn’t a problem—it’s marketing. Nico finishes wrapping his cock in the stretcher. Not tight. Just firm enough that it looks full, needy. “Gonna redose him?” he asks. I tilt my head. “He’s already floating, but he could float higher.” “Fuck yeah he can,” Nico says. One more dose of G, light and clean, right up inside him with a slim syringe. He moans when it slides in—his hips twitch, his hole flutters. His cock starts to rise again, half-chubbed, twitching inside the wrap. He’s ready now. Fully. Nico and I step back. Look him over. “You’d pay for that?” I ask. He smirks. “Fuck yeah I would.” Then he pulls out his phone. Starts scrolling. I sit at the edge of the bed, one hand on Cole’s thigh, thumb brushing the soft rise of his inner leg. His skin’s warm. His breath steady. His body open like a locked door pried from its hinges. Nico’s voice is casual when he speaks. “I’ve got a guy. High-roller. Buys T from me on the regular. Told me once he likes his holes trained and high during a smoke sesh.” “How fast?” “Thirty minutes. Maybe less.” He makes the call. Cole murmurs something under his breath. I lean in. “What was that?” He shifts. His voice is small. Slurred. Faint. “Wanna be good.” I smile. “You already are.” ⸻ The knock comes twenty minutes later. Two short. One long. Nico doesn’t flinch. He slides his phone into his back pocket, walks to the door like it’s nothing. I stay in the bedroom with Cole. He hasn’t moved much. Still on his back. Still open. Chest rising slow. Pupils blown. Collar snug around his neck, cock half-hard inside the stretcher. He moaned once when I brushed him gaping hole with my thumb. I hear the door open. Low voices. A deeper one—clipped, measured, not emotional. Then footsteps. The bedroom door pushes open. Nico leads the man in. Doesn’t say his name. Doesn’t need to. The client is tall, sharp-shouldered, maybe late forties. Black coat. Dark jeans. No jewelry. Pale hands. Clean nails. Not flashy—just clean. That quiet type you can’t quite read. Sadist, definitely. One of those guys who doesn’t speak much because he knows the weight of his silence does more. He walks in and looks at the bed. At Cole. Just stares. Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t speak. His head tilts slightly. His nostrils flare—taking in the scent of sex and sweat and T in the air. Then he finally says: “Turn him.” His voice is soft. Nico and I move in unison. We roll Cole to his side, then onto his stomach. Arms slack. Ass in the air. His legs shift reflexively—subconsciously spreading. His hole, still slick, glistens under the lamp. The client breathes in once. Deep. Then reaches into his coat pocket. Pulls out a thick money clip. Black elastic band around a fat stack of crisp bills. No hesitation. He tosses it on the nightstand. “That should cover it.” I don’t count it. I don’t have to. He hasn’t stopped looking at Cole. I step back. Nico pulls the chair from the corner closer to the bed. We both sit—one on either side—framing the scene. The client shrugs out of his coat. He lays it across the arm of the chair without care. I pass the pipe to Nico like it’s popcorn. He lights it. Hits it. Passes it to me. I take it deep. Exhale slow. I look over at Cole. Still pliant. Still unaware of what’s coming. “Say something for our guest,” I murmur. Cole stirs. “Thank you for coming,” he slurs. The client doesn’t smile. But he steps forward. Runs a hand down Cole’s back. Then he cups Cole’s ass. Spreads him. Just an inch. Just enough. “I like when they’re already used,” he says quietly. “He’s full of us,” Nico says. The client glances at him. Nods once. I take another hit. The client pulls out a small silver ring from his pocket—thin, cold, polished. Not jewelry. A tool. He hooks it around his finger and traces it down the center of Cole’s spine. Watching the goosebumps rise. Then he runs a thumb down Cole’s crack. Finds the rim. Rubs it. Pushes—not in, just pressure. Cole exhales. A long, low moan. “How much?” the client asks. “For what?” Nico replies, grinning. The client lifts his gaze. Flat. “To do what I want.” I don’t blink. “That was the deal.” He nods once. The client climbs onto the bed, not on top of Cole—beside him. Close enough to touch. Not enough to claim. He studies him. Like an object. Like a prize behind glass. “Age?” Nico answers. “Freshly 18.” “Experience?” “First night.” The client’s eyebrows twitch. Slight. Almost a smirk. But not quite. He drags a single finger down Cole’s back. Pauses just above his ass. “He been fisted?” “Not yet,” I say. “But he’s ready.” He hums. Nods slightly. Thumb presses the bruised skin of Cole’s inner thigh. “G or T?” “Both,” Nico says, handing me the pipe again. “We dosed him maybe forty minutes ago. Boofed G. Torched the T. Still floating.” The client doesn’t speak. He reaches down and gently spreads Cole again—two fingers pulling him wide, slow. My cum. Nico’s. Still there somehow. Still dripping. He watches it slide out like he’s checking engine oil. The client brushes hair from Cole’s forehead. Lifts an eyelid with his thumb. Checks his pupils. “Sedated, but responsive,” he says. He slaps Cole gently across the cheek. Cole moans. Turns his head toward the contact. “Good boy,” the client says softly. “What’s the max session time?” “Two hours uninterrupted,” Nico answers. “Aftercare?” I shrug. “Optional.” He nods. Then: “Clean his mouth. Want it ready.” I move. I take a wet rag from the drawer, fold it, wipe gently along Cole’s lips. His mouth opens slightly, pliant. I slip two fingers inside. Press down on his tongue. He moans and sucks like it’s instinct. The client watches. Silent. Cole’s mouth is clean now. Glossy with spit. Lips pink. Soft and swollen. I keep my fingers resting against his bottom lip while he breathes around them—slow, shallow, rhythmic. He takes the edge of Cole’s jaw between two fingers and tilts his head. Examining. Not admiring. “Teeth?” I slide my fingers out. Use both hands to pry his mouth open. Gently. No resistance. He blinks up at me, high and warm and good. “Say ‘ahh,’ baby.” Cole does. The sound comes out thin. The client leans in slightly, inspecting the inside of his mouth like a mechanic checking hoses. “Position?” he asks. “Dealer’s choice,” Nico says, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “He’ll bend.” “Have him ask,” he says. I raise an eyebrow. “Ask what?” “For use.” I nod once. Lean down. Palm the side of Cole’s face. “Cole,” I murmur. “Tell him what you want.” He blinks slow. The client stands, arms folded. Cole turns his head slightly, mouth heavy, voice dreamy. “Please, use me.” The client raises one eyebrow. Still doesn’t speak. Just starts to unbuckle his belt. The sound of the leather sliding free is loud in the quiet. “Bring his head to the edge of the bed” he says. I move instantly, helping Cole shift, turning his body gently, guiding him. He trembles slightly, spine slack, arms resting at his sides. He doesn’t lift his head. He doesn’t need to. The client stands in front of him now. Zipper down. Slacks open. Not out yet. He just watches Cole breathe in the scent of the fabric. Watches the shift in his posture. Like a dog recognizing his leash. Nico leans forward. “He’s not gonna gag,” he says. “But if you want him to—he’s good at that too.” The client gives the faintest nod. Then, finally: “Open.” Cole’s mouth falls open instantly. Waiting. The client doesn’t move yet. He just looks at him. Nico passes him the pipe, offering it to him. He lights the bowl. Torches it perfectly. Inhales. Exhales. No words yet. Then—without ceremony—he reaches down, slides his cock free from his briefs, and lets it rest on Cole’s lower lip. No thrust. No grab. Just contact. It’s a good size cock. Not as big as Nico’s or mine. But still uncut, and thick as a beer can. His lips close gently around the tip—not sucking, not moving—just receiving. His eyes are still low, unfocused. His tongue presses up slightly, like he’s remembering how. The client stays still. No reaction. He doesn’t thrust. He doesn’t instruct. He simply observes the connection, like a man watching a flame take hold at the end of a long fuse. Nico exhales a breath beside me. “He’s warmer inside.” The client slides forward an inch. Just the head slipping in. Cole closes his lips more firmly now. His jaw relaxes—trained. Familiar. “Tongue,” the client says. Cole obeys instantly—pressing the underside of his tongue along the client’s shaft, curling it slightly. It’s subtle. Skilled. Enough to show he knows what he is. The client hums. Approving. Then, finally, he begins to move. Each push forward is shallow. Controlled. Less about getting off and more about testing limits. Cole adapts with every inch. No gag. No flinch. His mouth accepts the invasion like he was made for it. “Did he train for this?” the client asks. “No,” I say. “Natural.” He smiles. It’s small. Tight. But it’s real. He pushes in deeper now. Cole breathes through his nose—soft little huffs. I can see the concentration on his face. The quiet submission. The joy of it, even through the haze. The client pulls back slowly, cock wet and shining. Then slaps it lightly across Cole’s cheek. One. Two. Gentle taps. “Good boy,” he says softly. Cole moans. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t need to. Then the client grips the back of Cole’s head with one hand. Doesn’t thread fingers through his hair. Doesn’t pet him. Just holds—like stabilizing a vise. He pushes in. Not gentle now. The head pops past Cole’s tongue and into the throat. The rhythm starts slow but deeper this time—intentional penetration, not oral play. Not for Cole’s pleasure. Not even for his own. Just to test endurance. Cole doesn’t gag. He moans, just barely—a little muffled sound around the shaft now pushing further with every pass. The client breathes evenly. In. Out. One hand steady at the back of Cole’s skull. The other at his side. Not using leverage. Just standing still while his cock uses the shape of Cole’s throat like a precision tool. I feel Nico lean toward me. Low voice, near my ear. “Fuck, he’s really taking it.” I don’t look at him. Just exhale slowly. “Told you he was good for it.” The client adjusts slightly. Hips closer. Now the strokes go all the way in—base of his cock pressing against Cole’s lips. Each thrust followed by a slow pullback. The sound is wet. Tight. Every few seconds, Cole lets out a tiny breath around the seal in his throat. The client starts to fuck his throat faster. Not rough—just more rhythm. More purpose. Cole’s arms stay limp at his sides. Drool slipping from the corners of his mouth between strokes. His body rocks slightly with each impact. But he doesn’t resist. He knows this is the job. The client groans quietly. Not theatrical. Just pleased. He glances down—just once—to watch Cole’s lips stretch around the base. Then pulls out. A thread of spit and pre-cum trails from Cole’s mouth to the head of his cock. He lets it fall. Slaps his cock gently across Cole’s tongue again. Left cheek. Right. Then taps the tip on his bottom lip like knocking at a door. “Fuck,” Nico whispers. “He doesn’t even flinch.” I smirk. “He knows better.” Cole licks his lips. Moans softly. Still not speaking. Still offering. The client steps back. He looks down at him—mouth hanging open, glistening with spit and slick—and then he turns to me and Nico like he’s been watching a product demo and is ready to customize the next stage. “Face down,” he says. Not to Cole. To me. I nod. Stand. Move to the bed. Grip Cole by the shoulders and slowly roll him onto his stomach—legs falling open on their own. He’s leaking again. The client turns slightly toward Nico. “I want him spread. Properly.” Nico doesn’t hesitate. He grabs each ankle and pushes them wide. Adjusts Cole’s thighs. Folds a pillow under his hips. Then takes two fingers and spreads Cole’s hole open again. Pink. Wet. Unclenched. “How’s that?” Nico asks. The client hums. “More. Make him display.” Nico leans in. Spits. Drags his thumbs wider, until the skin pulls taut and the hole gapes softly. I glance at the client. His expression is still blank. But his cock twitches. The client moves between his legs. Palms his cock. Lines it up. Pauses. “Talk while I take him,” he says. Still not looking at Cole. Looking at us. “I want to hear what you think of what you made.” Nico lets out a low breath. Smiles. “With pleasure.” The client pushes in slow. One long, controlled stroke. His cock disappears into Cole’s hole without resistance. Cole doesn’t cry out. He exhales. Soft. Ragged. Nico lights the pipe again. Inhales slow. Passes it to me without a word. I take a hit. The warm slide of T burns smooth behind my ribs. My cock’s still heavy. Hard again. But I don’t touch it. I watch. The rhythm picks up slightly—soft slaps of the client’s hips against Cole’s ass. No rush. Just depth. “You see that?” Nico murmurs. He’s crouched at the edge of the bed, near Cole’s shoulder. Watching the way Cole’s body folds around the client’s cock. “Doesn’t even fight it anymore.” “He likes it,” I reply, voice low. I lean forward. Wipe drool from Cole’s bottom lip with my thumb. “He gets high off being used.” The client thrusts deeper. Cole lets out a noise—half-moan, half-choke. Doesn’t close his mouth. Nico grins. “You think he even remembers his name anymore?” “Doesn’t matter.” I tap his cheek. Gently. “You’re not Cole right now, are you?” He twitches. Whimpers. “You’re just a hole.” The client hums under his breath. Pushes in harder. The next thrust goes deeper. I see Cole’s hands tighten into loose fists. His spine arches subtly. His mouth stays open—but now he’s panting. I cradle Cole’s jaw. Thumb resting against his tongue. “Say something, baby.” He tries. Fails. Just a wet moan. I stroke his cheek. “That’s good enough.” The client leans in now, pressing his chest over Cole’s back, one hand planted on either side of his body, fucking him harder. Brutally now. Each thrust sounds wet now. Loud. Nico takes another hit. Offers it to me. I take the pipe. Light it. Inhale. And exhale a thick cloud directly into Cole’s face. The client’s rhythm speeds up. His breath shifts. Closer now. He growls something under his breath—words we don’t catch. Then he buries himself. One long exhale. One loud growl. And we know. When he pulls out, Cole stays arched. I sit forward. Slide my hand between his legs. “You feel that?” I ask him. He shudders. “That’s three loads tonight, baby brother.” Nico steps in beside me. ”And many more to go."

Sitting in the lounge at the airport I finally started thinking through all that had happened, and what would be coming next. There was no way I had not been infected, so that was definitely ahead of me. There was also no way I was going back to being a top, so infection aside, things were probably heading for a kaboom with my boyfriend. I felt excited by the first one, and strangely unemotional about the second. I didn’t much fancy thinking about the conversation to come though, so I took out my phone and started to have a look around for some options. Sure enough, Etsy and eBay between them offered me what I needed, so before I boarded I had taken the first steps in changing up my look a little with orders for some seriously huge silver chains. I also took the plunge and bought a carton of cigarettes at the duty free, deciding that I was going to be free in all senses. Deciding not to delay things, I just blurted it all out to my boyfriend when I got home, and I suppose it made things easier that he chose to grab some of his stuff and leave rather than ordering me out. I was paying the lion’s share of the mortgage, but still might have expected to be the one out on the street given what I had done. I also chose to confide in a friend to give my side of the story before things got out, and then set about preparing for what was to come by buying in various medicines. Sure enough, two days later I woke up feeling like death, and endured a week of flu as I converted. A quick visit to a clinic once I was better confirmed the result. Things did of course fall apart on several fronts. The work done in Athens garnered me a promotion and pay rise so I could afford the mortgage on my own, but my ex-boyfriend saw to the end of a lot of our mutual friendships from my side at least. My own friends were mostly either absent or annoyingly ‘concerned’ about me, but in time it settled down so that I was left with a smaller social group of those who either could not care less or were perhaps themselves a bit more drawn to the kinkier side of life. I decided to stay off meds for a while, enjoying my freedom and offering my gift to others who sought it. Then, about a year later, as I was about to go to bed one night I was startled by a rapping on the door. When I opened it my ex was standing there, with a strange expression on his face. Without speaking I motioned him inside, and he made a beeline for the drinks cabinet and poured himself a whisky. I just stood and watched him as he downed the glass and then poured another. “I need you to poz me” he eventually said. “You do?” I asked. “Yes” he replied. “I need you to poz me, and make me yours again.” I stared at him for a moment, a little unsure what to do, but also feeling something inside that surprised me. I missed him and wanted him back, I realised, but I knew things had changed. “I’m versatile, I need more than one cock to satisfy me, and that’s not going to change” I said. “I know” he replied. “I can be verse, and we can be open.” “We can?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. “Yes” he said. “I think I need to be fucked by other guys too, but I want us to be a thing again.” “A thing?” I asked. “I love you” he said. “I fucking hated you for cheating on me and getting yourself infected, but I think I understand now because I need it too.” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “I want to be free, like you.” And so it was that, not too long after, I pushed my unmedicated poz cock between my boyfriend’s perky ebony buttcheeks and slid inside him. A couple of hours later I made him prove his versatility by fucking me, before I added a second load to his hole. The next night I made him prove his willingness to share and be shared, as we headed to Hampstead Heath and took everything that came our way. Over the course of the weeks it took to finally gift him, he never wavered and we instead fell right back in love with the true versions of one another. He cried happy tears when his test result came back, and I could not help but join in too. This was never the happy ending I had expected, but it’s funny how these things work out. The waiter had freed not only me but eventually the man it turned out I loved too, and we are now happier than we ever were before. Indeed, I am planning to propose and make it official, and have booked us tickets to Athens so that I can do it there. It just so happens I have managed to rent the same apartment I had before, and the waiter is looking forward to seeing me again and meeting my man. It’s going to be a fab and life-changing holiday, and I cannot wait…

I started visiting ABS right before my 16th birthday. I had a very poorly made ID that I had crafted together. Nobody else had to show an ID but I was obviously young. The clerk let me in and he was the first adult who became my fuck buddy. Turned out he only lived five or six blocks from my parents home. but the best story was a guy working SF Gulch. As part of his compensation, he was allowed to crash in the apartment/office downstairs in the basement. We were cruising each other but nothing happened at first. I chatted him up as I was leaving and he invited me to come back at 2 am. Shift change. He took me downstairs and we partied. It seems like 10 hours later before we came out of there again. From what I remember, mid 20s. Skinny, tatted, looked like a skater punk, and had a dick that still is on my biggest 10 list.

Part four - Wonderland When I woke up, there was darkness all around me. Opening my eyes made no difference from keeping them close. Pitch black. I could move my head a little bit, but as I tried to get up or touch my face, I realized I was restrained pretty much all over. Something was hugging me tight, all over my body. I felt cold and hot all at the same time. I could also feel something strapped on my face, and I could hear some strange, muffled noises. I could also feel my cock being rock hard, but encased in some kind of trap, like something was pulling, or applying suction on it. I also obviously had something in my ass, but it was small. A butt plug, probably. I could hear a slow and regular beep, a light hissing, sounds that made me believe I was at the hospital. I was laying on some kind of medical chair, but I felt like I was floating in the void. My situation was very confusing. I wasn’t even sure if I was awake or dreaming. The last few days (at least the parts where I was awake) were starting to be very, very disorienting and once again I was beginning to question if all of this was really happening. And it all happened so fast. Only a few days before, I was a straight young man trying to find a job. How did I become a gay sex slave, willingly getting drugged and having completely unprotected and wild sex with a HIV+ pervert? An amazing and godlike HIV+ pervert? Thinking about my situation was turning me on and I was still taking in the truth that was shown to me by Daddy. He was right, it was my true nature and I had finally found my place. Although right now, I wasn’t sure what kind of place I was in. After a minute the disorientation went into overdrive. I still couldn’t see or move but I felt like I was lifted up very fast and rising in the sky, like I was suddenly freed from my restrains and even gravity itself, but I still couldn’t move. Daddy was probably giving me something to make me high, I thought, so I decided to just let it run its course and see what happens. It’s not like I had a choice anyway. Out of the darkness, Daddy started speaking. I couldn’t see anything, but I was visualizing him talking to me. “Hi boy. I’ll be gone for a few days while I take care of business. I hooked you up on my brainwashing machine. You’ll be exposed to a lot of stimuli that will vastly expand your sexual horizons. I created this nice little program called “Wonderland” that will show you the ropes, condition you further to enjoy what I enjoy and crave it even more than me. This session is only the beginning, we’ll start with basic stuff. Don’t worry, everything is fully safe and secure. When I come back, we’re gonna have so much fun. In the meantime, well... bon voyage!” And the darkness came back, along with complete silence. The disorientation from the drugs and lack of stimuli was beginning to make me nauseous. After a while though, a giant biohazard symbol materialized before me. It seemed enormous, the size of a mountain, all red, with a black outline, glowing and shining bright before me, completely filling my field of vision. It seemed to be the only thing in existence. I was in awe before the sheer size of the thing and felt like it was about to engulf me, or like I was about to fall into it. “BOW IN AWE BEFORE YOUR NEW RELIGION. THIS IS IT’S SYMBOL. WORSHIP.” A booming voice exploded in my ears. The loudness was unbearable and inescapable. My whole body jerked in fear and surprise from the unexpected speech. My ears were ringing. As suddenly as it appeared, the biohazard symbol vanished and was immediately replaced by an enormous dick. It was a gargantuan version of my Daddy’s wonderful poz cock. It seemed to be floating in the void, detached from a body. I could see the veiny shaft, the glistening red head, the gigantic balls below, but nothing else. A pool of precum the size of an ocean was forming at the tip. “THIS IS YOUR NEW GOD. YOU ARE ITS SLAVE.” I felt like I was nothing compared to it. And it was true, my Daddy’s cock was everything to me, now. Even my own penis was insignificant, now. There was only Daddy’s poz cock in my world. I was looking at this ridiculously large version of his penis while experiencing a great amount of pleasure all through my body. I felt a tingling all over, heightened by the tightness I felt hugging my skin. The vision before me started moving, or maybe it was me, and I got closer and closer to the tip where the large pool of precum was overflowing. I got nearer and eventually dived into it. Everything was very overwhelmingly large, and I could even see Daddy’s sperm swimming around, like a shoal of fish moving gracefully in unison. As I got closer to them, I could spot tiny little biohazard symbols on their heads. I was literally swimming in poz cum. There was a great commotion and suddenly I was thrown around wildly as a powerful blast of cum erupted from the tip of the gargantuan dick. Everything turned to white, and the apparition was replaced by an overwhelmingly large virtual screen. “WATCH AND LEARN. THESE ARE YOUR NEW FETISHES. YOU CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT THEM. THERE IS NO PLEASURE OUTSIDE OF THEM. YOU ARE THEIR SLAVE.” A quick succession of different porn scenes started playing on the screen. Several young guys being fucked by muscle daddies. Some were on all fours, others laying on their backs. They all had a glazed look in their eyes, seemingly high as fuck. I could see every scene for a few seconds, then it would switch to another one. Every scene was extremely hot, the best porn quality I had ever seen. It looked so real and raw. Then I was shown several close-up shots of big cocks. Most of them were uncut. Every 3 seconds there was a new one. At first, they were all limp, then semi-hard, then fully hard. Seeing so many cocks in such a short amount of time was very arousing in itself, but I could feel my horniness being pushed further by whatever was flowing in my veins. I was feeling intense pleasure just looking at the images. I desperately wanted to suck on a big juicy poz cock. The ones I was shown were now leaking heavily, all wet and glistening precum. It was at that point that I was reminded of the thing entrapping my own cock as it went into action. I could feel the suction on my dick get more intense, then release, then suck again, with a slow, rhythmic pulse. The sensation was amazing, and I started squirming in my bonds. Shortly after, whatever was in my ass starting inflating and buzzing, filling my hole with a nice sensation. I could also feel some faint cold sensation in my guts. The images on the screen went back to guys getting fucked, but now it was close ups of cocks entering assholes. Repeatedly, I was seeing the tip of a cock getting near a hole, smearing precum all over it and then plunging into the ass. White cocks, black cocks, brown cocks, white hole, black holes, and so on. The sounds of moaning as the guys entered were divine. Every time an ass was being penetrated, the buzzing in mine got a little stronger. Meanwhile, a radiating heat was growing in my ass, and I wanted more than just a vibration, I needed to get fucked. Afterwards there was another succession, this time with blow jobs. Different guys licking the head of a cock, then putting it in their mouths, then swallowing them whole, and finally getting face fucked. All the dudes ended up with several loads down their throats, in their face or elsewhere on the chest. With every cum shot, I was fed a dose of poppers through the mask in my face. After several minutes, or maybe an hour of these montages, my cock slowly milked and my ass being slowly fed T-laced lubed and frustratingly vibrated, I felt a cold sensation in my arm. My lungs started to burn, and I had to cough violently in my mask. I was getting slammed! The screen shown to me started to flicker as I was being extremely disoriented. I was trying to look at what was going on, but I couldn’t focus anywhere and my whole body was on fire. It was way more intense than what I had experienced so far. When I finally could get a grip on what was shown to me, I was confused to see a black figure in what looked like an hospital room, strapped to a doctor’s chair with the legs and arms wide apart. The figure was seemingly wrapped in black rubber or latex, completely from head to toe. There were tubes running everywhere around the black figure. When I looked at the crotch, I realized I was looking at myself. I could see a clear tube with a steel top attached to my penis and milking it. It looked like a milking machine commonly used to milk a cow but modified to fit a human penis. I had never seen such a thing, but it looked very intimidating... and hot! I could also see something running to my ass and penetrating me but couldn’t make what it was. I had a strange apparatus strapped to my face, some kind of oversized gasmask that must house the virtual reality device and the breathing gear, with three rubber tubes springing out of it in the front and the sides of my face. I could also see a tube connected to my arm which appeared to be an IV, feeding me all kinds of drugs and nutrients. There were several machines all around me and I had no idea what any of these were supposed to do. Because of the slam I was extremely horny, and I had been edged for quite a while already with these machines, so I was desperate at that point to cum. Seeing myself in this state, for some reason, pushed me to such highs in horniness that I started screaming in ecstasy in my mask. The sound was muffled even for me, but the rubber hood covering my head vibrated delightfully. The virtual screen switched to images of men in rubber suits fucking each other. Most of them were wearing black suits, others were orange, yellow, even transparent. All of them were fucking bareback though. At some point the thing in my ass inflated even more, stretching me good, but also started to move. The milking machine also started picking up the pace, sucking and pulling on my cock mechanically, relentlessly. I was starting to go crazy and really wanted to cum, but every time I got near an orgasm everything stopped, then resumed. I was incredibly frustrated but turned on. I wanted release, but I didn’t want my ecstasy to stop. After a while I was shown yet another video of a rubber guy getting fucked raw, but this one was wearing a black suit with a bright red biohazard symbol on it. My cock twitched inside the milking tube, and I could feel a sharp buzz in my ass as soon as I saw the symbol. I’m pretty sure I had a micro-orgasm at this instant, but everything kept going as the guy was getting fucked. I could hear grunts and moans, coupled with the smacking and ruffling of the rubber suits slapping together. Suddenly the top stopped fucking and gripped the bottom’s hips. “Here take my poz load you little cumdump slut.” “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for recharging me and gibing me your strain. Thank you for making me a better poz bitch, more toxic and more fucked up.” The top made several grunts while emptying his balls into the guy’s ass. “Now I’m gonna fill up your ass even more, ready boy? Ready for my toxic chem piss? Oh my god, this man was going to piss in the boy’s ass. That was HOT. “Yes Sir, fill me up with your poz piss and your poz seed. Make me high from your fluids in my cunt. Flood my guts and make it overflow please Sir.” This was fucking wild, I thought, and I instantly wanted Daddy to piss in my ass. I wondered what it felt like to have chem piss up my ass and I hoped I’d find out. As I was watching this dude getting pissed in his ass, I noticed the air smelled different and realized I was being fed poppers. I was getting higher and hornier, but then I felt the thing in my ass start to expand further and fucking me faster and deeper while the milking machine was sucking slower but stronger. I was in complete ecstasy when the scene changed. I was now seeing a guy completely encased in a yellow rubber suit with the word “PISS” written in black on his chest. He had what seemed like a rubber urinal mask on his face. I could see a dick in front of me and it started pissing in the urinal, forcing the yellow rubber gimp to drink it all. Once again, I was fed poppers and the pleasure I felt was increased even further. The thing fucking me picked up the pace as the images shown to me changed faster and faster, all scenes showing boys being peed on, some naked, some wearing latex, some chained to a urinal in a public toilet, some having several men peeing on them. With every new scene I had a huff of poppers delivered through my mask. The milking and fucking machines kept getting faster and harder. Until then it never crossed my mind that piss could be such a hot thing but here I was, craving to be peed on while experiencing the greatest high I ever thought possible. I couldn’t wait for Daddy to come back and fill my ass with piss and make me drink his chem piss. As I was formulating my wish there it was, my Daddy’s dick right there looking down on me, unloading a large golden torrent on me. To my surprise, I could actually feel it, flowing all over me. The latex suit I was wearing made it feel amazing, it was warm dripped everywhere. I didn’t know if someone was actually peeing on me or if it was one of the machine’s features, but I didn’t care. As the warm flow kept dropping on me, I was still getting milked and fucked relentlessly and this time, as I was getting close to cumming, it didn’t stop. I exploded in a violent orgasm inside the milking tube. The machine mechanically sucked every drop out of me and made it all disappear. And I kept cumming and shooting, again and again, thanks to the drugs, the bondage, the latex suit and the piss. My orgasm subsided, but the machine kept milking and fucking me without ever slowing down. I felt another cold wave in my arm and had to cough violently as I was slammed once again, completely overriding my refraction period. I was instantly as horny as I was a few moments earlier. “HOPE YOU ENJOY BEING MY RUBBER PISS SLAVE.” The booming voice was there again. It would seldomly talk to me throughout the session, reinforcing what I was experiencing, making me yearn for the real thing as soon as possible. Now I truly understood what Daddy meant when he called this a brainwashing machine. This thing was remodeling my brain, rewriting it to fit my Daddy’s kinks and fetishes by associating those with intense pleasure. I was turned on by the concept and was looking forward to what was next. For the next several hours (maybe days?) I went through an insanely long cycle of being slammed, fed poppers, milked and fucked while I was shown several scenes, every single one more hot than the last. Guys getting gang banged on a sling, guys getting beaten up, I was shown several fisting scenes while the thing fucking my ass inflated to painful proportions, I was shown hundreds of neg guys asking for poz cum, poz guyz asking to be recharged, guys getting slammed, gassed, smoked, shotgunned, booty bumped, and I forget the rest. Rubber guys, leather guys, jocks, twinks, daddies, bears, etc. At some point I completely lost track of what was going on and my conscience shut itself off, I was in a world of pure pleasure, and perversion. There was only my body and the machine, my identity had been erased. I didn’t care about anything but extreme gay sex. I forgot who I was, my name, where I came from. My entire reality was sex. I was a sex object, owned by Daddy, being molded to fit his mind. I was being force fed his fetishes to please him and it was glorious. After the final slam I was given during my first trip in Wonderland, I was shown what ended up being my favorite scene. A single scene, where a guy who looked eerily like me was laying on his back, his legs spread wide and raised far up to his shoulders, with Daddy looking over him. “Now boy I’m gonna make your dream come true, are you ready?” “What are you going to do, Daddy?” “I’m gonna make you pregnant with my toxic seed. I’m gonna bury this big fat poz cock deep in your guts and flood them with my devil baby juice and make you pregnant. Really pregnant.” “Oh god yes, Daddy, that’s what I’ve always wanted. Make me a poz mother please. Make me pregnant so I can carry your poz baby. Make my belly round and full of your poz cum.” Daddy smiled. “As you wish son,” and he shoved his dick inside the boy’s ass. The ensuing fucking session was a sight to behold. It lasted for ages and the two remained in the same position, the boys offering his ass with grace and humility to Daddy, and him taking the boy like the incarnation of masculinity that he is. Always the same position, never boring. My field of view was shifting from a POV of the boy, to a side view, to the back, and so on. I could see the glory of their bodies together, glistening with sweat, the muscles, the great biohazard tattoo on Daddy’s chest, his magnificent dick getting in and out of the boy’s ass. The machine fucking my own ass was in sync with the action displayed before my eyes, following every beat. As the intensity kept rising, Daddy eventually stood still and bred the boy, both grunting and moaning like animals. Daddy pulled out of the boy ass and everything else apart from the boy’s body faded into darkness. My point of view shifted to a close-up of his dripping ass hole, with thick white poz cum oozing out of it. I kept going closer until I came inside his ass and followed the poz sperms into the boy’s guts and into his blood stream. We swam together through a labyrinth of veins and body parts, faster and faster, until a bright flashing light brought everything to an end and darkness engulfed me once again.

As the title says. I thought of making a poll, but then I thought: guys are a whole lot more variable and imaginative than even I could come up with, so yeah, just an open question... What's the one (or two, or three) kink(s) or fetish(es) that for you are an essential part of having sex, that you really can't live without experiencing regularly at some point? Yes, yes, we all know that this is Breeding Zone, and there is one particular fetish in the Backroom that a lot of us, myself included, are into in a big way. I'm not talking about that one, but other kinks and fetishes, perhaps those that are, in the strictest sense, not even that connected too much to the actual sex act in itself. Tell me about them, tell us why you're into them, tell us what you love to do with that kink... *** For me, my unavoidable #1 kink is to lick the soles of a guy's feet. I don't care where I am, who I'm with - if it's a Grindr hookup, a bathhouse fuck or a cruise bar whatever, I want to get down on my hands and knees and lick your feet. If they're dirty, I'll lick them clean. If they're sweaty, I'll replace that sweat with my tongue and spit, and swallow it down. If they're clean, I'll be your footstool. I love the total submission of it: before I've even done anything else, sucked your cock, let your fuck me - sometimes before we even kiss - I want to get down on my hands and knees, bow my sub faggot head to you, and lick your feet. Debase myself completely. I will also lick your trainers/sneakers, and your sweaty socks are a good way to gag me if I'm making too much noise during sex, or for whatever reason, or just to shut the fag up just because. But I'll be thinking about my tongue and mouth on your bare feet as I do so. *** Another major kink I can't live without during sex is chokeplayu/breath control: I wish I could say I only do this with trusted guys, but actually I will let and/or invite any guy who's fucking me to choke me. My favourite way to do this is when your hands come near my neck, to grab your hand and firmly place it around my throat and squeeze your fingers as a signal. Most guys will then lightly play, with considerable uncertainty, or move their hands away. But every now and then - and I know within seconds - I find myself a hard choker or breath controller, and I instantly know I'm fucked, that I'm gonna be whirring in and out of consciousness for the next however long the fuck lasts. I love it. I really shouldn't. The number of times I'll be out in public and see a hot guy with strong, square, firm hands and knuckles that I could kiss for hours... and I think: FUCK ME those hands would feel great wrapped around my throat. I guess from this I have a hand fetish in addition to feet. But where feet are for me to lick and worship, really hands bring out my deepest, darkest masochistic urges. *** And finally: spit. Just spit on me during sex, in my mouth, down my throat. I can't get enough. One of my favourite dirty things to do during sex if a guy is spitting big gobbets and trails of spit into my open mouth is to grab his hand, wrap it round my throat, then swallow hard so he can FEEL me swallow his spit. A fuck of a good dirty way to combine two major kinks of mine. 😈 OK guys, over to you. Give me your essential kinks and fetishes! 😄

Hey guys, just had one of my artworks - "Don't Freak" from 2024 - featured on Recon's FetToonz, which they post on the home page each Saturday. Thought I'd post it here too, just for fun, along with a pic of me with the artwork. Gotta say, fetish-wise, I absolutely love chokeplay and breath control as a sub. It's definitely one of the riskier kinks, and I really should only let guys I trust do it to me. But I don't: I will let total strangers in bathhouses or Grindr hookups choke me - including choke outs - during sex, which I know is fucking stupid of me, but I cannot resist. There's definitely quite a few stories I could tell... Anyway here's the artwork and a playful pic of me. If anyone is in the Leeds-Bradford area and wants to choke/fuck a reckless sub... 😉

Reacting to Posts How do I react to a post with an emoji? I can't for the life of me figure it out and sometimes I want to leave reactions rather than a full response.

To the joy of living in the void. I’ve been learning how to sit with silence for a while now. There was a time, when I’d be driving with a friend, and we’d sit there—and whenever there was a silence, it would often feel awkward. Like we needed to fill the space with words, otherwise it’d feel uncomfortable. I’d imagine they felt the same. That was a long time ago. Now, I notice I’m able to sit with my friend, and we drive in silence—just taking in each other’s space, and presence. And it feels good. We don’t have to fill in the silence with words. Just us, being there, is enough. And I’m starting to see the space between things. The space between words. The silence between the pauses, between the speeches— and how powerful that can be. It’s a bit like feeling the meaning underneath the sentences, the things that are being said through the silence, without them being said at all. And most importantly, I’m becoming more comfortable sitting in my own silence. When the world is asleep— at 2 a.m. and I’m lying in bed, hands behind my head, looking up at the ceiling, thinking about nothing in particular. Just enjoying the quiet. And being okay with that. I don’t have to think about the past, or where I’m heading in the future— just being, present, in the now. And there’s a peacefulness in that. A calmness. Serenity.

I don’t think that’s going to happen. Castro is full of straights and crying sports are getting raided. Professional gays trying to be “respectable” among straight society sold SF out long ago.

If it is clear piss, I love drinking from the tap. Tina piss goes up my ass.

Steamworks, Chicago, Berkeley, Toronto. Who runs it? It is the only possibility for the future. Every other place across the country was busy in the 1970s and then milked like a cash cow and allowed to disintegrate over time. Every health crisis has taken a toll, AIDS, Covid, Monkey Pox, and gay owners, don’t reinvest or pass businesses onto another generation. New York City has only one left and it offers very little. Surely banks don’t endorse development. Gay money, it must exist, but it won’t come out of the closet. Steamworks Chicago was lavishly refurbished in 2004, maybe they have some answers on how to save these gay institutions.

I love ass to mouth if it's my ass that's being fucked.

Personally I think it's something every self-respecting cocksucker should accommodate and plan for. Last time it happened to me I was sucking off a college dude in an alley behind a bar. Told me midway through he had to piss - no reason in my mind to stop servicing him and serving as a urinal in the moment. I had to truly drink it all, then as soon as he stopped I went back to deepthroating him.

my 23 year old buddy's big dick and natural pubes

I have always seen piss drinking as a completely different scene from cock sucking yes some bottoms do both … but not all and not all tops are into both I love to feed a bottom my piss … but oddly I have a very hard time cumming if being sucked off Fucking is the main way I cum as a top (and then if I can dump a load of piss up his ass after… that is truly amazing)

I suck cock the way the top/feeder wants it done because it is all about him.

After nearly 2 decades in the PNW, I just give up. Even at cruising spots and fuck venues a majority of guys have so many hangups and inhibitions that it is almost impossible to find someone who is into anything I recognize as sex. The worst are guys that are determined to convince you that they know a 1001 ways to have the best sex ever without any kind of penile penetration. I simply tell them that the only way I can have satisfying sex is that at least one of us will get fucked in the ass, and if they aren't interested move on so we can both find what we are looking for.

For the next two nights I basically repeated that first day, eating in the restaurant in the evening, going to the toilet after paying, and then ending up bent over in the bin pen with the hunky waiter’s raw cock up my arse. On the fourth day, however, I unexpectedly got back to the apartment in the afternoon as the client had to go away to review some work before I could do anything else, and I found myself out on the small balcony off my bedroom lighting up a cigarette. The waiter’s bad influence, along with the sudden freedom I was feeling, had got me back into smoking again while I was free of my boyfriend’s disapproving nagging. While out there the waiter and another staff member appeared below, also stepping out for a cigarette, and he eventually looked up and noticed me. He did not react until the kitchen hand went back inside, at which point he gestured for me to come down. I hurried through the apartment and down the stairs, and when I got into the alley the waiter was standing beside a different door that led down some steps into a basement. I headed in and down into the darkness, and then he must have flipped a switch as a dim bulb came on that barely illuminated a storage area full of boxes, chairs, tables and other restaurant paraphernalia. I turned to look at him as he reached the bottom of the stairs himself, and he pointed to a pile of boxes at the side. I made my way over, and without any need to be told, dropped my shorts and underwear. He gave my hole a quick poke with his fingers before I felt the familiar push of his cock, and shortly afterwards I was being fucked hard once again. He took his time a bit more than the alleyway ruttings though, so by the time he blew in me I felt truly fucked out. Once up in the alley again he lit up a couple of cigarettes and passed me one as per normal. “I come upstairs tonight” he said. “I stay.” Again, this was not a question but a statement, and as usual I just nodded at him. I showed him the address on my phone so he knew which apartment bell to ring, and then he smoked the last of his cigarette, headed for the main back door to the restaurant, and was gone. My nerves really took hold later that night, as I realised I was going to have this man in the apartment all night, and he was basically still a complete stranger. I decided to get my laptop and other valuables hidden away just in case, and then spent a bit of time with the dildo getting myself primed. He hadn’t seemed at all bothered on any of the encounters thus far, but I still decided to detach the shower head as a means of cleaning myself out a bit. It was nearly 2am when the buzzer sounded in the apartment, and I pressed what looked like the correct buttons on the keypad to unlock the front door. A moment later he tapped on the apartment door, and I let him in. He was carrying two half-empty bottles of red wine that I guessed some restaurant patrons hadn’t finished, so I grabbed a couple of glasses from the kitchen and led him through the bedroom to the balcony. We stood out there having some of the wine and smoking a cigarette, neither of us saying a word. His eyes were on me the whole time, something I still found exhilarating even after nearly a week of taking his loads downstairs. Then he gulped down the last of the glass of wine and went back into the bedroom, so I did the same. I pulled the balcony door closed and drew the curtain, before switching on a bedside lamp. “Naked” he said, and I hurriedly pulled down my shorts and removed my T-shirt. Then he unbuttoned the tight, dark blue shirt that he and the other waiters all wore as their outfit, and my world turned upside down. Only part of the epic tattoo designs on his skin had ever been visible to me, but with his body now on full display, I could see that he had inked onto himself what I can only describe as a manifesto. Scorpions on the sides of his torso, thorny rose stems winding everywhere, and on both his upper arms and above his crotch were huge biohazard symbols. “You like” he said, smiling at me. I just gulped in response. “You are neg?” he asked. I nodded, staring back at the tattoo above his balls. “You take prep?” he continued. I paused, before shaking my head. I then looked up at his face, to see his smile had taken on an evil glint. “Then I poz you tonight” he said, very matter-of-factly. “Get on bed.” Obviously I should have ended things there. I should have got him out of the apartment, and then started finding some way to get hold of a course of PEP. I should have engaged my brain. But no, that is of course not what happened. Despite the now overt risk to my health, I found myself climbing onto the bed and getting on all fours. Mere moments later I was bearing down as this toxic stud pushed his raw cock into me for the umpteenth time, willingly giving myself over to my fate. It was a firm and steady fuck, with the waiter taking his time as he had done down in the basement. He eventually pushed me forward, keeping his cock planted inside me as he got me flat on the bed with him lying on my back. It was so gloriously submissive that it almost felt right that he would be leaving part of himself in me forever. Pressed down hard on the bed, feeling him almost consume me as his cock barrelled away deep inside me, a wave of something almost euphoric wash over me. I was his to use, however he wanted, and I would be a different man by the time I went home. That night there were only occasional moments when his cock wasn’t buried in me. Loo and cigarette breaks, or the odd change in position. He took me in every way imaginable, though the hottest was in missionary when we had not broken eye contact once as he fucked me senseless and then filled me with another poz load. We were even able to have some bouts of sleep with his cock still inside me, broken each time by him waking and then starting to fuck me again. It was late morning when we finally stepped out onto the balcony in the sunshine to have a final cigarette, the waiter now dressed again and me just in briefs and a T-shirt. My hole was sore, gaping, and leaking the last of the loads he had planted in there, but I didn’t care. The bedding would all be going in the washing machine soon anyway, so I would also be able to deal with the growing wet patch in the back of my underwear. “When you leave?” he asked, blowing out smoke. “Not for another week” I replied. “That is good” he said, nodding but looking up at the sky. “I bring someone here.” “OK” I said, though not entirely sure what he meant. “Next week” he said. “But I come back tonight.” Nothing more was said, and he was soon gone. Rather later than planned I got myself showered and dressed, figured out the apartment’s washing machine to get the bedding and my dirty clothes in for a cycle, and then logged on to my laptop. Later in the day I went to the client’s office to deal with some clarification questions in person so they could hopefully get their review of the report and proposal completed, and then I was back at the apartment at leisure again. I slept in the evening, and at around 1.30am was awake and lubed for when the waiter returned. We both had less energy than the previous night, and I needed to get up at a sensible hour this time, but we still managed to fuck three times before he left the next day.

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I remember the first time very well. I had just broken off my engagement to my fiancée and was at my usual pub drowning my sorrows when a friend introduced me to a black USAF officer he knew before leaving because he had a date with my ex. John, the black guy, kept buying me fresh drinks every time I finished the one I had, so I was pretty drunk when he suggested going to see if we could find a party where we could keep on drinking, and then after we couldn't find a party he suggested going back to his place and sharing a glass or two of brandy. When he said he was ready for bed he told me I could try and sleep on his two seat sofa but I was welcome to sleep in bed with him if I couldn't get comfortable. There was just no way I was ever going to fit on the sofa so I agreed to share his bed with him, only to find out he only had a double and there was barely enough room for the two of us. At first we turned our backs to each other but feeling the heat of his naked body so close to my naked body had given me an extra hard boner, and I was trying to stroke it without John knowing. That was about when I felt his body moving to the rhythm of his hand jerking himself off and asked if that was what he was doing. I told John I was trying to get myself off too and showed him my boner, while he turned toward me and showed me his before suggesting that we could jerk each other off. His cock felt so good in my hand that I took it in my mouth and started sucking for all I was worth. When I knelt with his head between my legs to take his cock as deep as I could John started sucking my cock at the same time. He definitely knew what he was doing because he quickly got me to the point where I said I was going to cum but didn't stop sucking and swallowing until he sucked me dry. Since he hadn't cum yet I told him I wanted him to fuck me, so he lubed my hole and just slid his cock right in. Once he was balls deep he began to rhythmically pound my hole and hitting my prostate so much that my cock got hard again and dripped precum every time he thrust in harder and deeper until I finally felt his cock pulsing inside my tight boi pussy and filling me with my first load, while making my cock so hard I told John I wanted to fuck him. Almost as soon as John pulled his cock out of my cum-filled hole he was face-down on the bed while I pushed my cock into his hot ass. I gave him a reach around and got him hard again while I plowed his hole. I could feel the amount of precum leaking from his cock and it turned me on to know he would want to fuck me again after I finished fucking him.

well this is embarrassing- when I 19 ( a very long time ago) spent my junior year abroad. We went by ship ( notice I did not say ocean liner). I had done my research and stayed at the Y for two nights as we all had to stay at the same hotel. Well I went to take a shower and on my way a guy walked up to me and started to whisper nasties in my ear. I panicked and went back to my room. So nothing. The first weekend( we had classes for four days a week as the school wanted us to see Italy)- a group of us hitched to Elba. We were drinking in a bar and got offers to drive us back to the hotel. One guy grabbed my arm and said he would take me. Well he stopped at his place, went in and he tried to fuck me but it hurt and did not work out so he then did take me to the hotel. Then in law school I took a bus to the big city and could go to bars and a guy picked me up in a leather bar and he tried his best to fuck me but he really really hurt. So gave that up and just did oral. Years later met a guy on RECON and went to his house and he tried to fuck me and told him I was not cleaned out. He looked at me and said if I ever came back I had better be cleaned out. The next time I was cleaned out and he fucked but with a rubber. So every time he would fuck me he used a rubber. He had somewhat of a partner/roomate. The guy goes out of town and i go over to play with the partner/roommate and try to get him to fuck me bare. He would not as had to have the roommate's approval. The gets back and the partner tells him what happened and he asks if I really want to be fucked bare- HIV was the real thing and I said yes and I loved it and never looked back. Age, was in my 50's. Tried to make us for lost time and never asked a person to rubber up- if they did it was their decision. Met a guy on Asspig- he introduced me to pnp. First two times he bumped me and then the third time he asked if I wanted a slam( he had slammed the previous two times) and I was not so sure but said yes and fuck the sex was outstanding - he fucked me all night. Well of course he said he was alleergic to latex and was pos. The next time got into the sling, smiled at him and nodded yes and he gave me HIV- best decision I ever made as since I got it, no worries about getting it. One time he asked if I would bring a test and I did and I passed the test. 🙂 No thoughts at all and got my usually yearly check up and the doc calls and tells me I am HIV positive- I calmly thanked him for letting me know and he asked if I wanted a scrip for sleeping pills and I said no and he made an appointment with a doctor ( who is straight) who dealt with my status. Have had no problems and take one pill a day. Was in my 60's and now go to the baths when out of town to to the local adult book store, get naked and get my ass in the air and take all fuckers.

Part 72 - Adios Cancun The morning came quickly and Joe turned to Kyle. “Last full day, babe. What do you want to do” asked Joe. “Let’s relax today. My ass is sore, my dick is sore and my balls still ache.” Kyle replied. “Yeah, sounds good” Joe said. They showered and went down for breakfast. They heard several comments about them in the restaurant, some good and some bad, obviously from guys that had watched them get fucked the night before. They just laughed it off and ate their food. They went back to the room to put their swimsuits back on and found Javier in the room, cleaning. Joe closed the door and they walked into the room. “Hola, Javier” Joe said. “Hola” replied Javier as he walked out of the bathroom. “Thank you for the little surprise yesterday. They both were very tasty” Kyle said. “I’m not sure what you are talking about, señor” Javier said. “The champagne and the person delivering it” Joe explained. “Oh. Yes” Javier said, looking down at his feet. “I cannot infect him. I do not want that on my shoulders, but I told him that you might help him. I don’t want it to be anyone that he knows.” “You had no problem giving it to Ian the other day” Kyle said. “Yes, I know. But I do not love him like Francisco. I have given the bug to many people who asked, but I can’t do it to my friends” Javier said. Joe leaned in and hugged Javier. Holding him close he said “He’ll do anything to be with you, he’s already proven that. If we didn’t do it, then it should be you.” “I understand señor” replied Javier. Joe and Kyle put their swimsuits on and headed down to the pool with their supply bag. They lounged in the pool, played in the ocean, drank a lot and smoked the last of the joints trying to soothe the aches and pains of their sexual endeavors. They took a long siesta under an umbrella and made out like on their first date. They decided to head back to the Mexican restaurant and ask for another assortment of dishes and to make sure that Roberto was going to the club that night. They even got the chef to come out of the kitchen for a toast of tequila. Joe and Kyle did their usual post-dinner walk and spent a long time out on the beach kissing each other and staring at the stars. Eventually they heard the music start emanating from the club and wandered back to the buildings. The club was packed and they noticed it was a mixture of guests and resort workers. Some of the workers were still in their uniforms, others had taken their shirts off and others had changed into street clothes. Joe and Kyle grabbed a drink first and then checked out the groups in the club. The music was thumping and everyone seemed to be getting looser as each song passed. There were shirts draped over chairs and tables at the back and few people were wearing them by 10pm. Further back in the club some of the off duty staff had shucked their pants and were down to their underwear. Joe and Kyle had their shirts tucked into the back pocket of their shorts and had joined the group in the middle of the dance floor. They were dancing with an ever-changing group of guys when Joe felt two hands grab him around the waist and pulled him back against a nearly naked, sweaty, hairy body. A head poked over his shoulder and whispered “You’re even sexier without your shirt on. I bet it’s even better when you’re naked.” Joe pushed his ass back and ground against the guy behind him. The voice was familiar, but he couldn’t place it since the music was so loud. He looked over towards Kyle, but all he got in exchange was a big grin and a nod. A few minutes of grinding later, Joe felt a hand slide down the back of his shorts and then a finger probed his crack. Joe leaned his head back and moaned as the finger slid up and down between the two halves of his muscled ass. Joe pushed his ass back again, hoping that a finger would push inside his sweaty hole. “Yes? You want it inside you? You want to be my little puta?” the voice asked. “Oh god yes” Joe moaned. The guy guided Joe off the dance floor to the back of the club. On their way back, they stopped and the guy behind him told someone dancing “treinta minutos”. They got further back and there was a large area to the side with stacked chairs and large carpeted boxes that was obscured from the main part of the club. The area was dimly lit and most of the light was from the main club area. Joe looked and he saw nine guys all having sex in some form. One was bent over being fucked with two men behind him, one stroking and waiting for the other to finish. Another guy was on his back on one of the boxes getting fucked. Two guys were on their knees each sucking someone. Joe was led over to a corner and then pushed to his knees. Kyle watched Joe get taken off the dance floor and was guessing he had no idea who he was with. He kept dancing and flirted with several guys until he was tapped on the shoulder and turned around. Javier was there completely out of uniform. All he was wearing was a shiny red thong that barely contained his cock and balls, the sweat that was dripping off his body and the biggest grin imaginable. Kyle chuckled and moved in closer, dancing with him for several minutes. He turned Javier around and pulled him against his body, rubbing his bulge against Javier’s naked butt. He thrust his hips forward a few times provocatively and got a shove back in return each time. When the song faded into the next he felt Javier reach back and grab his shorts and pull him off the dance floor towards the back of the club. He saw several guys either on their knees sucking and a few more fucking two bottoms. Javier took him to a corner and spun him around. With one swift move Kyle found himself on his knees and Javier’s thick cock in front of him, blocking any view of the other guys. He wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to suck the thick uncut monster. He reached up and felt the heft and then ran his tongue up the shaft. He pulled back the foreskin and then sucked on the head before slowly descending to the base of Javier’s cock. His mouth was stretched wide and when he made it most of the way down he felt it hit the back of his throat. Kyle relaxed his throat and tried to go deeper but he struggled to deep throat it. He got more spit in his mouth and took several deep breaths and tried again and felt it start to go in. He wrapped his hands around Javier’s ass and pulled hard, forcing the thick chorizo down in. His face was pressed into Javier’s pubes and he flexed his throat around what felt like a baseball bat in his throat. Joe was on his knees and his face was buried in the crotch of someone he thought he recognized the voice of but knew nothing more. He knew in this position what was expected. He reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped the pants, before pulling them and the guy’s white underwear down. He was met with about seven and a half inches of uncut cock. In the darkness he couldn’t really tell the skin color and definitely couldn’t see the plus-sign tattoo on the shaft. It was about average thickness and he could circle it with his thumb and forefinger which he used to pull the foreskin back and taste the sweaty head along with some stale piss for extra flavor. He licked and sucked and inhaled the scent. This was a cock that had been locked inside clothing while the guy had worked all day, sweating and pissing. It was a smell and taste that always made Joe even hornier than normal. He sucked on the cock, getting it deeper and then taking the cock into his throat. He felt two hands grip his head and the guy started to forcefully fuck his face. Joe was taking the cock well and using his tongue and throat muscles to pleasure it as best as he could. After a few minutes of face fucking the guy suddenly pulled Joe’s head off his cock. Joe started to look up to see who was using him and his head was forced down with one hand and while the other hand reached down and pulled Joe up, turning him around before shoving him against one of the boxes. Joe felt a hand roughly undo his shorts and then shove them down. Joe was left standing there in his jockstrap and his shorts around his ankles. Instinct kicked in and Joe pulled his foot out of the shorts and spread his legs wide. He heard the guy laugh behind him and then say “Yeah, you are a good slut. Get ready.” He heard the guy spit and then two fingers roughly pushed into his hole. The guy’s other hand was still firmly holding his head down and there was no way Joe could steal a glance to see who he was. The voice was familiar and obviously had a slight accent. He figured it was one of the Mexicans from the resort that he had met during his stay, but which one? More spit was added to his hole and the fingers went back into his pussy, twisting and stretching him for the inevitable fuck. Joe tried to relax his hole and it didn’t go unnoticed. A third finger poked in and Joe moaned out. His penetrator knew he was ready and he felt a cock slide up his crack and in, replacing the fingers inside him. Joe grunted as the cock drilled in all the way and stayed there, throbbing inside him. “Time for my dessert” the guy said and Joe instantly figured it out. He pulled his cock back and slammed in hard, forcing Joe’s body to rub against the rough carpet that covered the box. It repeated over and over, slightly faster each time - slowly the cock would withdraw just so the head was inside and then a hard thrust in. Joe enjoyed the motion, it was one he used often as part of a hard fuck. The assault on his ass went on for a good twenty minutes. The other guys having sex or getting blown in the room were all in quickie mode and were gone and replaced a couple different times while Joe sucked then got fucked. Kyle’s throat was raw and sore and yet Javier kept face fucking him. Kyle tried to yell out to get him to fuck him, but there was never enough time that his mouth was empty. Kyle tried a different tactic and collected some of the spit running off his chin on his finger and slid his hand up between Javier’s legs. He pushed the finger between the flexing ass muscles and then to his hole, digging it in up to the first knuckle. The first reaction he got from Javier was a cock slammed all the way into his throat. It wasn’t what he wanted, but he had no choice. Kyle pushed his finger in deeper and then wiggled the last two knuckles inside Javier’s cunt. Kyle heard him groan and felt him pull his cock halfway out before flexing his assring around Kyle’s finger. He pushed his finger in as far as he could go and then wondered if he was setting himself up to fuck or be fucked. Javier pulled his cock out and tilted Kyle’s head up and looked down at him. “Oh, no. It is your ass that is mine” Javier said with an evil grin. Kyle pulled his finger out and in only a couple seconds was hauled up to his feet and turned to the wall. Kyle braced his hands and spread his legs. He felt hands pry his ass apart and then a face spread it wider as Javier licked around his puckered hole. Spit started soaking the hole and then a tongue started pushing it in. A finger joined the tongue and then two fingers. Kyle knew that he needed to be prepared to take Javier’s thick sausage. He tried relaxing but the assplay was turning him on and his cock was rock hard. The tongue disappeared and three fingers were tugging and stretching his hole out. He almost was ready to feel a fourth finger when the fingers came out of his hole and he felt Javier stand up behind him. He bent his knees a little and pushed his ass out. Just as with his throat, Kyle thought he was taking a baseball bat up the ass. Spit alone wasn’t enough and his hole had constricted enough since the fingers were removed that the cock was just bludgeoning his hole. He tried everything he could to relax and let it go in. Javier started nudging his fat cock in and finally pulled out, spit on the head and gave one hard shove. Kyle saw stars. The shockwaves of pain ripped throughout his body. As the initial shock faded, Kyle realized he had only taken about a quarter of Javier’s cock. He felt the pressure from Javier starting to pump in and out and he felt like he was being split in two. Sweat was pouring off his body from both the heat in the room and the pain. Once he felt Javier get half way in he realized he could do it. He slowly started pushing back to meet Javier’s thrusts and a few minutes later he felt their bodies meet. Kyle let out a loud moan which was mostly drowned out by the music. Kyle felt Javier’s cock throb inside of him and then felt the emptiness take over as Javier pulled out. It wouldn’t be empty long as Javier immediately pushed back in. The strokes were always the same length, Kyle got to feel every inch. The speed and intensity varied as Javier pounded his hole. Kyle remembered Javier’s earlier comment about pozzing up many guys and he knew how. It probably only took one fuck like the one Kyle was getting now. His victims asses were torn and wrecked from taking the monster cock inside and then the cum that flooded their holes full of virus filled fluid would find thousands of ways to infect them. Kyle was rocked back to the present as Javier slammed his cock in all the way and screamed out. He felt each pulse and then his cunt filled the warmth of the huge load. “Now you have my poison inside you, like Francisco has yours” Javier said breathlessly with his chest pressed against Kyle’s back. The cock kept slamming into Joe’s hole and the spit inside him had mixed with precum. His hole got sloppier and he countered by squeezing down on the guy’s cock. The grunts got more frequent and he felt the thrusts get erratic. Joe clamped down as hard as he could and then felt the cum start to pump inside him. “Breed me Roberto! Give me that load!” Joe yelled out. He felt some teeth bite down on his shoulder and a growl come from behind. The spurts finally stopped and their bodies were glued together. “You figured it out. You are smart AND sexy. I hope your tattoo is not a lie because the cum you have in you now will infect you very soon if it is” Roberto said into Joe’s ear. They stood there a moment and then Roberto slid his cock out of Joe’s battered hole. Joe could feel the cum run out of his hole and soak into the pouch on his jockstrap or down his legs. Joe went to step back but there was a guy on his knees right behind him. “Please wait a moment. This slut is here to clean you up” Roberto said. Joe guessed it was the guy Roberto told “30 minutes” to on the dance floor. The guy sucked the cum out of his hole and Joe helped by feeding him some too. While the tongue licked and explored Joe’s hole he heard two guys walk up. “Damn, I didn’t get that kind of service after my fuck” Kyle said. “This is Martin. He works in the kitchen here and he is here for you to use. He is looking for the bug and we have shared ours with him and now it is your turn” Javier said. Martin stood up and Joe turned around. The five of them were in a circle, oblivious to the other guys around them fucking and sucking. Joe and Kyle looked Martin over like a piece of meat. Martin stood five foot four and was twink-like in stature but had a dense covering of hair on his chest and a trail down to a heavy bush around his cock. Likewise, his legs were hairy and his head was covered with a thick mop of black hair. His face was clean shaven and he looked innocent from a distance, but the fire in his eyes told a different story. “How old is he?” asked Kyle. “Twenty two” replied Javier. Joe’s cock got harder by the second and was poking above the top band of the jockstrap. “Do you really want it?” Joe asked. Javier repeated the question in Spanish. “Si, señor” he replied. Martin looked at Joe with pleading eyes and then did the same with Kyle. Martin stood there in just his white bikini briefs. Joe turned him so he was facing the boxes he had just been fucked on and dropped to his knees, tugging Martin’s underwear down. He went to rim Martin’s ass but his tongue tasted nothing but cum with a faint coppery taste. “We have already given him two loads. You will not need lube” Roberto said. Joe stood up and popped his stiff cock out the side of his jockstrap pouch. With one swift move, he was balls deep inside Martin. The cum inside was the perfect lube for the next round of breeding. Joe ground his hips against Martin’s small round butt. He heard a moan come from Martin’s mouth and Joe gave him two more full length thrusts before he began to fuck in earnest. Joe wrapped his arm around Martin’s neck and his hips swung back and forth, driving his cock in and out of the creamy hole. Even with Martin sucking the cum out of his ass, Joe felt more of Roberto’s load running down his leg. His cock slammed in over and over and after ten minutes of fucking, he drove in and shot six big spurts of his infected semen into Martin’s guts. Before Joe even started to pull out, Kyle was moving closer with his rigid shaft in his hand. Martin’s hole was cock-less for only a second with Kyle’s cock digging in at an angle. The piercings clawed at the already bruised flesh. Martin cried out, but no one looked at him except for the guys orchestrating his pozzing. Kyle didn’t fuck as hard as Joe, he figured all he needed to do was to shoot his load inside the already wrecked cunt. He enjoyed the feeling of the cum slick chute. He was surprised at how well Martin was able to massage his cock with his ass muscles after getting fucked by Javier. He would jab in different directions occasionally and varied the speed of his penetrations. Kyle lasted a little longer than Joe but once his balls signaled their intent he was unable to slow it down. He grabbed Martin tightly and thrust his hips a few last times and then the volleys of bug-ridden cum filled up his hole, mixing with the three charged loads already inside. Joe had found his shorts and had put them back on while Kyle was fucking Martin. When Kyle finished, Roberto had a plug ready to put back inside Martin to hold the juices in to do their magic. The five left the back area and Joe and Kyle went straight to the bar. Guzzling down several glasses of water they then grabbed a couple beers and watched the mob of flesh on the dance floor. As last-call was made, they finished their beers and headed back up to the room. The two were passed out and the next thing they heard was the alarm going off. It was a quick run through the shower and they grabbed some clothes to wear on the flight back home, tossing everything else in their suitcases. They ran down and rushed through breakfast and then were back in the room to grab their stuff. Joe and Kyle ran into Javier in the corridor who gave them both a hug before they ran down to hop on the shuttle bus. They got to the airport and through security and finally on to the plane. Joe looked at Kyle and said “Now we need a quiet vacation to recover” before laughing. Kyle nodded and then fidgeted in his seat trying to find a comfortable position for his still sore ass. ———— That’s all for a few weeks until I get back in town at the end of July.

Bonus post since the last chapter would have been too long with this as part of it Part 71 - Howling at the Moon “Damn, my dick is sore” Kyle said about halfway through dinner. The guys at the table next to them snickered. “Yeah and my balls hurt too. It’s gonna be a quiet night I think” Joe said. They finished their dinner and did their usual walk around the resort, admiring the clear night, the warm breeze and the hot guys. They sat at the pool bar and enjoyed a few beers and chatted a while. They walked around again and heard some noises coming from an area opposite of the hot tub from the night before. Getting closer they noticed the sign warning of nude sunbathing allowed inside. The sounds definitely didn’t sound like sunbathers and the sun was down. “Vampires getting a moon tan?” Joe joked. “Werewolf orgy sounds more like it” Kyle quipped. They walked in and saw two guys on their knees on a pair of lounge chairs getting fucked. Most of the guys standing around were naked and stroking, a few were like Joe and Kyle and had clothes or swimwear on. Each time Joe or Kyle rubbed their crotch they were reminded of just how sore their cocks were. “Come on, guys. Get your clothes off!” yelled one of the guys fucking. Joe looked at Kyle and shrugged his shoulders. They took their shirts off, dropped their shorts and underwear and folded them, placing them on a table. They moved closer to the action and soon heard one of the tops grunt and unload in his bottom. Seconds later the other top did the same. As the tops pulled out, the bottoms got up and one said “That’s all I can take right now” and the crowd grumbled. Some tops that were in line looked around to see who would come forward to be the next guys to get fucked. Joe pushed Kyle forward who reached back and said “If I get fucked, you do too.” Joe chuckled and followed his boyfriend to the chairs and they got on their knees. The first two guys approached them and spit on their holes and then both pushed in, caring little if Joe or Kyle were ready. Joe looked over at the guy fucking Kyle and laughed to himself. The guy fucking Kyle was a chunky sunburned guy with gut. He was thrusting his cock into Kyle like a jackhammer. Joe wondered if this was the first time the guy had fucked in months. The guy fucking him was almost the exact opposite. He was a hairy, tall, thin, dark skinned middle eastern guy. His motion was almost gentle and delicate. The only time Joe liked a gentle fuck was with Kyle and even then, very rarely. After a few minutes of slow strokes, Joe shoved his ass back, driving the guy’s cock all the way in. He gripped the shaft as tight as he could with his ass muscles and yelled out “Fuck me dude! We’re not making love here.” The guy responded and within a few seconds had grabbed his hips and was drilling Joe hard. The guys standing around started yelling out encouragement and he started fucking faster. Joe started milking the guy’s cock and soon he felt the change in thrusts. A couple guys yelled out “Breed him” and two more thrusts was all it took. Joe felt the guy’s cock pulsing in his hole and he kept milking it, feeling his hole getting sloppy with all the cream now inside. He looked over and Kyle’s top was now just slamming in every few seconds. He was dripping with sweat and breathing heavy. He pushed in hard and held Kyle’s hips tight as his body twitched. Kyle yelled out “Oh fuck yeah” as his ass took the stranger’s load. Joe felt the cock inside him slowly get pulled out and then another guy shoved his cock inside. This one was thicker but not as long and just pounded him nonstop for about five minutes and then dropped his load in. Joe looked at Kyle and saw another guy fucking him and a few minutes later heard a loud grunt and the guy fell on top of Kyle, pushing him flat against the lounge chair. Three more guys fucked Joe and two nailed Kyle and there was a pause. Joe looked around and then he heard people mumbling. A guy walked up behind him and slapped his ass “Well, howdy neighbor” a deep rough voice said. “Uh… Hi?” Joe replied. “I’m kinda sick of listening to you guys breed everything that moves and leave nothing for the rest of us” the guy said. “Plenty of dick and ass to go around, bud” Joe said. “Not everyone is so eager to get our dirty seed. Unlike you pups, we let our bug grow and stay potent instead of taking drugs and just pretending to be a dangerous poz guy” the guy told Joe. Joe chuckled to himself, letting the guy believe what he wanted. The guy slammed his cock into Joe’s hole and Joe could feel the large PA drag through his hole and then plunge inside. Joe let out a loud grunt and the people standing around all gasped. Joe turned his head and saw it was the cub from the bus. Six feet of furry, barrel chested late 30’s man with a mean look on his bushy bearded face hiding the sunken cheeks. A red biohazard tattoo was around his pierced left nipple and the word “Proud” right above it. Joe smiled and then said defiantly “Fuck me. Do your worst.” The guy snorted and pulled back and slammed back in. It was a brutal fuck, just like Joe had given to so many guys that were chasing the bug. He liked that the guy thought he was a medicated, undetectable poz guy and looked down at him for caving to the expected treatment. BAM! The guy slammed back into him. Joe could hear the people talking. He heard the comments from the crowd - “Oh my god, I’m glad that’s not me” and “It’s kinda hot watching two poz guys fuck” and “How can he take being pounded like that and not scream out?” Joe looked over and the otter was fucking Kyle. He had a matching biohazard tattoo around his left nipple as well as a skull and crossbones tattoo on his right pec. It looked like most other fucks - nothing overly hard or gentle. Just a constant pounding of a poz cock into a poz hole. The otter had a smile on his face and was just enjoying a warm, cummy hole to fuck. The cub started fucking faster and Joe felt his hands grab on to his shoulders. The guy was going to make sure that all six inches of virus injecting cock was getting inside Joe’s cunt. Faster and faster he pounded, each stroke pushing the chair a few inches across the concrete. “God, I envy the fucker that charged this ass up. You really know how to take a cock” growled the cub. Joe smiled and thought “God, I’m glad it was Mark instead of you.” A dozen more thrusts and Joe heard a roar come from behind him as the cub buried his cock in as far as he could. Joe could feel the thick cock throb inside him as the cub pumped his toxic seed inside. Joe wondered if any neg guy would be crazy enough to dip his cock into his hole after the cub finished. Kyle felt the otter start thrusting into him harder. He clamped down with his hole around the cock and heard the otter groan. He did it again and heard the guy ask “You want this load? I’m gonna give you a new strain for sure.” Kyle grunted and then felt one last thrust and then his hole getting flooded with another charged load. The otter pulled out and slapped Kyle’s ass and Kyle looked around. There were still a dozen guys standing around stroking their cocks but no one seemed to be interested in putting their cock in the poisonous mixture inside his or Joe’s holes. Kyle started to get up and then heard a voice say “Wait, s’il vous plait.” Up walked a skinny guy with a very bushy beard that hung down over four inches from his chin. His left arm was covered with dark ink and he had a large septum piercing that got buried in his mustache. He had a long, nine inch cock with an upward bend that was pointing out in front of him, dripping as he walked. The head of his cock had four dydoe piercings. Kyle had no longer gotten back on all fours when he felt the cock shove all the way into his hole and past the inner ring. The guy muttered numerous words in French that Kyle had never heard before. His business languages classes never covered terms like “slut”, “fag”, “cumdump” or “bitch.” After several minutes of pounding the guy shoved him flat on the chair and used his cock to piledrive into Kyle’s abused cunt. The guy let out a loud groan and Kyle could feel the cum pump into his ass and some drip down his balls. The guy pulled his cock out and said “Bon chance” as he walked away. Kyle laid there a minute and got up before he walked over to Joe and pulled him to his feet. They put their shorts back on and headed to the bar for a well deserved drink.

Thanks for the kind comments. --------- Part 68 - Five Star Service Joe woke up in the morning and felt a hard cock poking at his ass and realized it wasn’t Kyle. He rolled away, looking at Ian now gently humping the air in his sleep. Joe kneeled on the bed and gently rolled Ian on to his knees. With his stiff cock preventing him from laying flat, Ian had his ass up in the air and his shoulders and head flat on the bed. “Perfect” Joe muttered to himself. He moved in and spread Ian’s legs wider and then pressed his already dripping cock between the ass crack. Joe gingerly held Ian’s hips and pushed in. Ian awakened immediately and let out a loud grunt as he was suddenly skewered on Joe’s cock. Kyle was awake in seconds from the commotion and then turned to watch Joe fuck another dose of poison into Ian. There was no warmup for Ian this time. Joe needed to fuck and he needed to nut and it had to be soon. Joe jackrabbit’d Ian’s ass and then pushed in deep. His cock throbbed and ropes of his bugged up semen filled Ian’s ass. After several spurts, Joe could feel Ian’s orgasm shooting his own load onto the bed sheets. The spasms milked a few extra shots of Joe’s cum and Joe stood holding Ian until they died down. He finally pulled out and got off the bed, pulling Kyle and Ian with him toward the bathroom. The three rinsed off and they walked out, naked, on to the balcony. Joe got up after about twenty minutes of them chatting and watching the surf roll in. He went in and made some coffee with the bottled water and grabbed three glasses and filled them with a generous pour of tequila. He walked out and set the glasses down and went back for the coffee. They sat there for a while and Kyle joked with Ian about the puddle below him. It was a beautiful sunny morning and the guys kept sipping the tequila and drinking the coffee. Joe got up to make another pot of coffee and as he got half way across the room he noticed the room door was open and a second later Javier walked out of the bathroom. He stood there naked looking at Javier and saw Javier looking up and down at him. “Sorry, señor. I knocked and there was no answer so I came in to clean your room” Javier said. “No problem, Javier. We were out on the balcony having coffee. I hope you don’t mind that we’re naked,” Joe said with a grin. He saw the bulge in Javier’s pants grow and Javier’s eyes had continued to look over Joe’s body. “Uh… no…” Javier said and then licked his lips. Joe let out a short laugh and said “Do you like what you see?” “Yes I do, señor” Javier said as he adjusted himself. Joe smiled and walked past him to the door and looked up and down the corridor. Spotting no one, he came back in and pushed the doorstop out of the way and let the door close. He came back to Javier and reached down and unbuttoned and un-zipped his pants. “Sir…” started Javier. “I’m just going to show you how much we appreciate what you do” Joe said. “But I can’t get caught with guests” Javier pleaded. “Then we’ll have to do this quick” Joe replied while looking at the nice thick uncut cock in front of him. For a short guy, Javier’s 8 1/2 inch thick uncut cock looked even bigger. Then Joe noticed the mark. He looked closer and there was a tattoo on the top of Javier’s light brown cock. A plus sign in black ink. Joe smiled and looked up at Javier. “Does this mean what I think it does?” Joe asked and then licked the tattoo. “Yes señor. It is like the one on your leg” Javier said quietly. “I see. Have you been taking your medications?” Joe asked. Javier swallowed hard. His body trembled and he said “Uh, no señor. I don’t take medications.” “Good. Me either. And Ian, behind you, would love to get some of your… uh, leche” Joe said. Javier gasped and turned around. Kyle and Ian were standing right there. Ian smiled and walked over to the bed and crawled on. Joe gave Javier a little push and Javier pushed off his shoes and pants and then removed his shirt as he walked to the bed. Joe and Kyle were right behind and Joe dropped back to his knees next to the bed. He took Javier’s cock into his mouth and sucked it deep into his throat. Joe sucked quickly, trying to get the rapidly stiffening shaft coated in spit. Kyle climbed on the bed on over Ian and leaned over, spit on Ian’s pucker and dug his tongue in, tasting some of Joe’s cum from earlier. Joe pulled the foreskin back and dug the tip of his tongue into the piss slit and tasted some of Javier’s charged precum. He leaned back and grinned at Javier who climbed on the bed, while Kyle moved back to give him room. Javier didn’t kneel behind Ian, he was in a crouching position on his feet. He rubbed his leaking cock head on Ian’s hole and then pushed in. The moan was loud and deep and then it turned into a growl as Javier started to thrust in hard. “He has taken cum already?” asked Javier. “Four. Two from each of us” Kyle boasted. “Slut!” called out Javier as he started to pound Ian’s ass. Joe knew from sucking him that Javier’s cock was thicker than either Joe’s or Kyle’s cock by quite a bit. It was easily seven inches around and Joe could see Ian struggling to take the thickness. Sweat was flying off Javier as he drilled Ian mercilessly. The words coming out of Javier’s mouth were a mixture of English and Spanish, none of which Joe had learned in his high school Spanish class. The words faded to grunts and then Javier buried his cock in deep and growled as he shot his highly toxic seed into Ian’s cunt. “Yeah!” yelled out Ian as he felt another charged load fill him up. The four went into the shower and washed off. Javier put his uniform back on and thanked the others but pleaded for them not to say anything. “Don’t worry. We won’t” Joe told him. Joe, Kyle and Ian dressed and headed down to the main restaurant to get breakfast, since they were all starving. Ian kept squirming in his chair as he felt the loads seeping out of his ass. Once they finished, Ian headed back to his room to change and Joe and Kyle went up to theirs to get into their swim suits. Joe and Kyle found their spots from the day before at the pool and grabbed a couple more beers. The sun was hot and their beers didn’t last very long. Kyle looked around and finally flagged a waiter who came by and took their order. When he came back, Joe motioned for the guy to come closer. Joe whispered “Do you know where we can find some weed?” The waiter looked a little confused and Joe added “Ganja, you know, marijuana.” The waiter smiled and turned around, pointing towards the beach, suggesting "See that man in the blue shorts? Follow him. He wants the same. Go down the beach and you will see a tall man selling souvenirs. Ask him.” Joe reached into his backpack and pulled out a twenty dollar bill and gave it to the waiter. “Mucho gracias” Joe said as he got up, pulled-on his tank top and followed what turned out to be a line of several of the resort guests down the beach. Everyone went to the same little hut about 200 yards past the end of the resort, right before the beach got rocky. Next to the hut, Joe saw an old VW van parked on a dirt road. When he walked up, there were numerous souvenirs on the tables in front of the hut and a very tall, lanky, tanned white guy with a large hat sitting under the hut’s awning. Each person would look over the trinkets and pick one up and go talk to the man. They paid and had gotten a small baggie with their souvenir. Joe chuckled that this was the smartest guy on the planet - he had a captive group of customers with money to spend and many wanting some good pot for their vacation and souvenirs to take back home. When it was Joe’s turn he brought up two small items and in less than thirty seconds had scored a bag of pot, some rolling papers, and a lighter (what the guy called the “starter” kit) with a warning to not smoke in the hotel rooms - only on the balconies, beach or away from other guests. As Joe walked back down the beach he spied the jet skis and the guy renting them. He walked up to him and asked what the deal was. Glancing down at Joe’s wristband, he said “With your package, you get 15 minutes a day free. Twenty dollars more and you can do 30 minutes. Forty dollars for an hour and I can give you a tour.” Joe smiled, looked closely at the guy’s name badge and said “There would be two of us. When can we go for an hour, Carlos?” Carlos looked at the schedule and said “Three PM or four PM is available today. Four is our last time of the day.” “Four PM sounds perfect” Joe replied. He gave his name and room number and said “See you at four” as he walked back to the pool. “Where the hell have you been?” asked Kyle. “Oh, just organizing a little fun for us” Joe said as he showed Kyle the baggie of pot before stuffing it into his backpack. “I also got a reservation for the jet skis at 4:00 PM, so don’t make any plans” he added as he waved at the waiter. It was the same guy as before and he hurried over. “Yes, señor?” he asked. "Dos mas cervezas, por favor” Joe said. The waiter smiled and headed back to the bar and came back promptly with two cold beers. “You were able to find what you wanted on the beach, señor?” he asked as he placed the beer on the table. "Oh yes, thank you very much” Joe replied. They drank beers, got some more sun and cooled off in the pool. Joe looked over and saw the clock by the bar said 3:30 PM. “Guess its time to dump our stuff in the room and go try to not kill ourselves” Joe said as he and Kyle walked to their room and prepared for there experience on a jet ski. Kyle chuckled. “Have you ever been on one of those things?” Kyle asked. “Hell no. Last time I was even on my bicycle was in junior high and I broke my wrist and couldn’t wrestle. I hope this goes better or you’re gonna have to stroke me off while I have the cast on” Joe joked. "That will be hard to do when I’m some shark’s dinner” Kyle replied, laughing as they made their way back to the beach and, as they approached the jet ski concession, Kyle remarked "The guy is really cute. No wonder you wanted to try this.” “Yeah, I’m hoping we can get him naked somewhere. He’s gonna give us a tour,” Joe replied. “I like your thinking” Kyle said with a laugh. They walked up to the hut on the beach about five minutes early. “Hola, Carlos. Ready for us?” Joe called out. Joe handed over the extra money and Carlos gave them a brief explanation on how to ride the jet skis. Each one took a test spin and once Carlos was satisfied that they understood, the three of them took off. Carlos showed them a few easy tricks jumping small waves which Joe and Kyle picked up quickly. They goofed around for almost fifteen minutes when Carlos waved at them to follow him. They zipped along the water and when Joe and Kyle were keeping up with Carlos, he went even faster. The jungle and beach zoomed past and after several minutes, they pulled into an inlet. Carlos dropped the speed down to a slow pace and they went deeper up the river. A short ways in, Joe saw a waterfall and when they got closer he saw a small beach area off to the side. Carlos headed to the beach and gunned his jet ski and then let it beach itself on the sand. Joe and Kyle did the same and they pulled the crafts up on the beach further before tying them together and anchoring them down. “You like?” asked Carlos. Joe and Kyle both laughed at the ambiguity of the question. Did he mean the jet skis? Did he mean the waterfall and beach? Did he mean him? They walked over to the side of one of the jet skis and leaned against it looking at the waterfall and the beautiful nature around them. They heard lots of animals calling out in the trees and the loud rush of water from the waterfall. Joe looked over and Carlos was lighting a small pipe and then took a big hit. As he exhaled, he handed the pipe over to Joe who did the same and passed it along to Kyle. “Fuck, thats some good stuff” Joe said after he exhaled and felt the warmth spread throughout his body. Carlos smiled back at him and said “Same that you bought from Bandit. He gets a lot of customers from the resort.” Carlos took the pipe back and looked at the bowl. “A little left” he said and flicked the lighter, inhaling the last of the unburned bud. Joe was looking at him and Carlos didn’t exhale like he expected. Instead Carlos leaned over and put his mouth on Joe’s, both kissing him and shotgunning the smoke into Joe’s mouth and lungs. He pinned Joe against the jet ski and grabbed his balls. Kyle chuckled and then moved behind Carlos. He tugged and Carlos’s board shorts fell to the ground. Kyle then pulled his own trunks down before he humped his hardening cock up and down Carlos’s tight butt crack. Joe and Carlos broke their kiss and Joe exhaled the remains of the smoke. Carlos reached down and pushed Joe’s swim shorts down, releasing his stiff cock. Carlos turned Joe around so he was facing the jet ski and reached down and guided his seven inches of plump, uncut meat to Joe’s hole. “You have a sexy ass, Joe. When I saw you walk back to the pool I knew I needed to fuck it” Carlos said. He started poking and then pulled his foreskin back and aided by his precum, started to push inside Joe’s pussy. Kyle stood there, rubbing his cock against Carlos’s ass, waiting for him to get inside his boyfriend. Kyle thought that Carlos was going too slow and gentle and leaned into Carlos’s back. His cock was between the two halves of his butt and Kyle quickly found the target. The piercing was pushing into Carlos’s hole when he yelled out “NO!” It was too late. Kyle shoved into Carlos’s hole with only sweat and a little precum to assist. It took only three jabs for Kyle to get all of his cock inside the tight chute. Joe’s ass was full of Carlos’s cock and he could feel Carlos panting on his neck. Kyle whispered “You have a sexy ass too and I knew I had to breed it as soon as you kissed my boyfriend.” Kyle pulled back slightly and felt Carlos come with him. Kyle stopped and then Carlos started to push back into Joe’s cunt. He heard Carlos whimper and grunt as he fucked himself on Kyle’s cock and fucked into Joe’s ass. Faster and faster Carlos went and he was pounding Joe and himself in only a few short minutes. Kyle could feel Carlos's ass getting sloppier from the precum that he was leaking. Carlos slammed into Joe and held him tight and Kyle did the same to Carlos. Kyle could feel the pussy spasm around his cock as Carlos unloaded his seed into Joe’s poz cunt. After two of Carlos’s spurts, Kyle started pumping his virus filled spunk into Carlos’s tight hole. With both asses filled with cum, Kyle pulled his cock slowly out and then watched Carlos pull out of Joe. Carlos was steadying himself on the jet ski when Joe turned around and pushed Carlos where he had been moments earlier. Joe drove his cock into Carlos’s cum filled hole and hammered it hard while cum ran down his legs. It was only a couple minutes until Joe’s cock added its own unique strain into Carlos’s unsuspecting ass. Joe pulled out while still breathing hard and reached down and picked up his swim suit. “Fuck!” yelled out Carlos and Joe and Kyle looked at him, trying to decide if that was a good “fuck” or a bad one. Finally Joe said “What?” “I told my girlfriend that I would stop getting fucked. But it feels so good to have a man cum in you, no?” Carlos remarked. Joe and Kyle both laughed and said “Yeah, it does.” The guys put their swim suits on and pushed the water crafts back into the water. They started them up and went back into the sea and played around jumping waves, each trying to get more air than the other. Joe landed off balance and fell off at one point but was able to swim over and climb back on. Carlos of course won by getting the highest jump, since he had been riding a lot longer than either Joe and Kyle. Soon, Carlos waved at them to follow him and they ended up back at the resort. They pulled in and beached the crafts and two workers from the resort helped Carlos put the jet skis on trailers. Joe and Kyle walked up and gave Carlos a bro hug and Joe slipped him a few extra twenties and gave him a wink.

Part 13 　 Hank, my new neighbor and owner of the duplex, also, had just given me, a straight guy the best bj I had ever had. On top of that he had just revealed to me that just as I was cumming down his throat, he had rammed 4 fingers up my ass, which had made my orgasm so strong I was still laying here spent and trying to wrap my mind around that. As I lay there, he started to slowly work his way up my body with small kisses, getting to my chest he went for a nipple and nibbled on it for a few seconds also, causing me to shake and moan in pleasure. He continued upwards, across my nect and then planted a big kiss on my lips which I was powerless to resist and returned it just as passionately as he gave. My legs were still wide apart and as he was kissing me I could feel his big hard cock between my ass cheeks. It felt huge. It was right against my hole and I could feel the wetness of his precum slithering around me. His cock was pushing against the opening, trying to get in my ass, when I came to my senses. He was trying to fuck me. I pushed against his chest saying, "No, don't do that." He stopped and held still. I could feel his cock throbbing, but he stopped and pulled back. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I am so hard and horny and I need to release, too." I shook my head though as I was not ready for that. The bj was magnificent but all out gay sex? No way. He continued to just kind of rub his cock up and down my ass crack for a bit and then I felt his cock getting even harder and his breathing more erratic. Then I felt a lot of wetness between my cheeks and then on my legs as he pulled back a little and he was cumming like crazy. He moaned his pleasure and then clamped his lips on mine again and we kissed till he was fully spent all over me. He then raised his head up and looking me in the eyes said, "maybe another time, soon, I hope." Then he rolled off of me and pulled me to my side and again, kissed me deeply and we lay there kissing and cuddling for at least another hour. As we laid there making out, I thought, wow, this has been a crazy day. I was completely straight to start the day and then had been given the two best blow jobs of my life, by a guy, and he had cum all over my ass and legs. What did this mean? My hole was still on fire from his fingers, too, and it hurt but felt, good?, in some way too. I needed time to think about this. I noticed it had become dark out and looking at the clock noticed it was already after 9pm. Wow, where did the time go? I moved around to get up and Hank pulled me down for another kiss. I returned it but quickly and got up. I said, "hey, it is getting late. We better get up." He got up then and asked, "so, what are you going to do now?" I said, "I am kind of covered in cum down there, I had better go take a shower." He grinned at me and asked, "yeah, I have a lot on me too, mind if I join you?" I had no idea what to say but nodded ok and headed upstairs with Hank right behind me.

Part 5 　 I really had no idea what to say, really. I kind of turned my head a little as, sitting down, Hank's cock was sticking straight out at me tenting the hell out of his shorts. As I turned my head, I found I was looking directly at the dancer now and his cock seemed to be like a snake sticking up. He was in the process of taking off his jock completely and it almost made Hank's huge cock look small in comparison. Hank stepped back then and I stood up. I told him, "Looks like you guys are getting a little busy now, I better head over to my place." As I turned to go, I noticed a couple of the guys, on the other side of the room, were already naked and playing with each other's cocks. I turned back to Hank and noticed that the dancer was already on the couch with the other two guys and one of them had that huge cock in his mouth and the other guy seemed to have his mouth buried in his ass and I noticed that the dancer seemed to have a large biohazard tat on his back just above his ass crack. Hank said, "Really am sorry about that if it shocked you. We kind of meet up about every couple of weeks for a 'sometimes' sex party. Didn't mean to have it actually start while you were here though." He went on, "Looks like I'm the odd one out at the moment." and laughed. He then escorted me to the door. As he opened the door he said, "Thanks for not freaking out much, I really appreciate it." I said, "Don't think anything of it. No harm done." He said then, "WOW, you are so understanding and nice." I turned to go, when he grabbed me from behind in a huge hug. Again, he was thanking me and was just overwhelmed. I could feel his big cock against my ass and it was right in my crack. He held me close for a few seconds and then let go saying, "You are much nicer than about anyone I have met in a long time." I turned and couldn't help it as my eyes went down to his crotch for a second. He noticed and said, "sorry about that too. That dance was really hot and I am still thinking about it and it won't go down. Nice isn't it?" With that he reached down and dropped his shorts and it sprang up, hard and fat. I couldn't help looking again, and then noticed he had a biohazard tat just above his cock that I hadn't noticed before. He said, "I better get back in there if I want any fun. You take care and come over anytime you want to." I turned and went home to my place and was soon in bed and fast asleep.

Part 2 　 I awoke Saturday morning nicely refreshed from a good nights sleep. It was a nice day, so I decided to sit outside on the porch and drink my morning coffee. As I was sitting there enjoying the wonderful sun, I heard the door of the otherside of the duplex open. I turned to look over there and Hank and Tom walked out, also drinking coffee. When they saw me, they both waved and went down the steps and came over to my side. I asked them to have a seat. We all sat around for a while then drinking coffee and chatting, again, about nothing in particular. Then Hank told me, "I guess you know now that I am gay and so is Tom?" I told him I had kind of guessed it, but did not add that I had heard them last night. Hank asked, "That doesn't change anything with you does it?" I told him it didn't mean a thing to me at all, it was his business. He kind of looked relieved and said, "That is great, so many think badly of it." I shrugged my shoulders and said, "it was no big deal, I was always curious as to why guys and gals were like that, but it really wasn't any of my business to judge." He smiled and thought that was a good way to be and if I had any questions to just ask and he would try to answer them as best as he could. Our talk turned to other things then, the weather, work and so forth, nothing much just passing the time. Then Hank and Tom got up and went back inside Hank's place. I got up and went in to tidy up and do my dishes. Then up to my bedroom to make the bed up and maybe take a shower. I heard noises again and again, I leaned towards the wall to listen. It seemed Hank and Tom were back at it again as I could hear the moans of pleasure again. Both seemed to like a lot of talk during also. Could hear them telling each other how great they felt. Hank telling Tom how great it felt being deep inside him and Tom saying how great it felt having his hole pounded deep and hard.