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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! 😄

Part 2 I laid back on the bed, out of breath and covered in cum. I had just had one of the best wanks I ever had and, not only that, I had shot probably the biggest load of my whole life. I was feeling reflective as I cleaned myself up, showered and then cleaned and put away the dildo. What was I thinking? It was madness to want to have unprotected sex with Aidan, a guy who was not only HIV positive but not on any meds. I couldn't do that to Ryan - and I decided to put the whole thing out of my mind. I knew that was absolutely the right thing to do, but I also knew it wasn't going to be easy. There was something about Aidan that just made me want to pull my pants down and bend over for him - however risky that may be - and I have to admit that I found it hard to get him out of my mind. I was still wanking every opportunity I got and most of the time (well, all of time, really) I was thinking of Aidan and imagining what it would feel like to be penetrated by his big, thick cock - his big, thick, poz cock! It didn't help that Aidan always seemed to be around - he was still not working and was spending a lot of time in his garden. He was often in the garden when I was going out to work and again when I came back in the evening. He didn't say anything, other than normal neighbourly greetings, but there was something about the way he looked at me - as if he knew that one day I was going to let him fuck me. I knew I would have to be careful - Ryan was going away for a long weekend in a couple of weeks - each year he attended a conference for sexual health professionals and volunteers and he always enjoyed it. I really didn't want him to go this time, as I was not entirely sure I could trust myself, but I knew he was really looking forward to it and I knew it wouldn't be fair to try to stop him. I was horny all the time, and fucked Ryan every chance I got. He seemed to be extra horny too and we were having a really good time in bed (and various other locations in the house!). But still I couldn't get Aidan out of my mind. One day at work I was so horny I had to have a wank in the toilets. I was sitting at my desk, working on an IT project when I could smell the aftershave that Aidan often wore. I wasn't sure who it was at first and then I realised it was Aaron - one of the HR team who sat at the next bank of desks to us. He was quite a nice guy, quite good looking in an ordinary, straight guy kind of way, and he and his girlfriend had just had their first child. I sat at my desk trying to concentrate on my work - hoping that no one would notice that I now had a monster erection. I got up and discreetly made my way to the toilets. I went into a cubicle, pulled down my pants, closed my eyes and began to wank. It didn't take long for me to shoot my load, and I couldn't help groaning quite loudly. Hoping that no one else was in the toilet, I cleaned myself up and exited the cubicle. Aaron was standing at the urinal. He grinned at me "It sounded like you were having a wank in there!" he said. I could feel myself going brick red but then Aaron grinned again and stepped back from the urinal, exposing his cock which was still in his hand. I could see it was at least semi-hard as he said "Maybe I could join you some time!" I realised that Aaron was serious and I was really surprised that he might be up for it. I found it even harder to concentrate on my work as I watched Aaron working at his desk and I couldn't help wondering just what Aaron might be up for. I didn't see much of Aidan over the next week, and somehow that seemed to make me want him even more. One afternoon I was working at home, on the IT helpdesk, looking out of the window every now and then to see if Aidan was in the garden. One time I looked out the front window and saw a young blond guy who looked about 19 or 20 coming out of Aidan & Peter's house. I knew Peter was at work, and from the way the guy looked at Aidan who had seen him to the door, I instinctively knew that Aidan had just fucked him. A couple of days before Ryan was due to go away on his weekend, he invited Aidan and Peter to dinner. I was looking forward to seeing Aidan, but somehow felt a bit nervous - I had been absolutely sure that Aidan wanted to fuck me, but now somehow I wasn't so sure. The evening went well, Aidan seemed his normal self although a little bit quieter than normal. He explained that he had been not been so well over the past week or so and his viral load was still dangerously high. I got up to get some more wine from the kitchen, hoping that no one would notice the erection that was suddenly pushing out the front of my trousers. I went to the sink to rinse out a couple of glasses and then I heard someone behind me. It was Aidan. He put his finger over his lips and came towards me. Suddenly his arms were around me and, as I pushed back against him, his hands unbuttoned my trousers and he pulled them down below my bum along with my pants. Then I realised Aidan's pants were down too, and I felt his bare cock rubbing up and down my arse crack! This was madness! "I'm going to fuck you so hard!" he breathed in my ear. "That's what you want, isn't it?" "Yes!" I whispered "No condom?" "No condom!" I groaned "And I'm going to cum right up your arse!" The head of his cock was pushing against my arsehole as he said this and then, suddenly, his cock was back in his pants and he had left the kitchen and re-joined the others. I pulled up my pants, my fingers trembling as I buttoned up my trousers. I swallowed a whole glass of wine and then made my way back to the others. As I sat down, Ryan was talking about his weekend away and Peter said to me "It looks like you guys are going to be on your own this weekend!" explaining that he was going away this weekend too. "Oh fuck!" I thought to myself. On the Friday, I left work a bit early so that I could drive Ryan to the station. He kissed me as he got on the train and I made my way back to my car I got a message. It was from Aidan, who said he would come over about 7 and would bring plenty of alcohol. Aidan arrived exactly on time, and grinned at me as he placed the alcohol he had brought on the kitchen table. I went to get some glasses, and once again I felt him behind me. His arms went round me and I pushed back as he started to unbutton my trousers. I didn't stop him and a few seconds later, my trousers and pants were at my ankles and Aidan was down behind me. I felt him pull my arse cheeks apart and then his tongue was in my hole. It felt like an electric shock and it was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load there and then! Aidan licked my hole for a while longer and then told me to turn round. He stood up and unzipped himself and then I was face to face with the cock I had craved for so long! I wasted no time in going down on him - sucking his cock like my life depended on it and enjoying every second of it. Part of me wanted to make him cum so that I could taste his dirty cum but mostly I just wanted to make him as horny as I could so that he would fuck me into the middle of next week and shoot a really big load up my unprotected arse! A short time later, I was on my back on the kitchen table, naked from the waist down as Aidan lined up his cock and pushed it against my arsehole. "Wait!" I said. I had to take my wedding ring off before he penetrated me. Aidan saw what I was doing. "No!" he said "Leave it on!" I did as I was told and seconds later I felt the head of his cock pushing into my arse. There was no turning back now, even if I had wanted to and a short time later, he had pushed his big cock right up my hole - my soon to be pozzed hole.. "Fuck me!" I said "You really want this, don't you?" said Aidan with a grin as he began to thrust his cock up my arse." "Yes!" I groaned "I want it!" Aidan grinned again "I knew you wanted it the first time I saw you!" He was fucking me properly now - thrusting his big poz cock up my arse repeatedly. I don't think I had ever felt my arse so full and I had never been so turned on. "Fuck me!" I moaned "Fuck me and cum in me!" "You know I'm going to poz you, don't you?" said Aidan as he thrust even harder up my arse. "Yes!" I was almost crying now. I knew he was getting close and I moaned "Do it, fucking do it!" And then I said it "Poz me! Poz my fucking cunt, you dirty bastard!" Aidan grinned. I could tell he was really close now and as he thrust hard up my arse a few more times, I actually felt his cum pumping into me. I had never felt this before and it sent me over the edge and I shot a massive load of cum all over myself. We were both out of breath now and I laid back on the table as Aidan pulled his cock out my arse. A few minutes later his cock was semi hard again and he pushed it into my mouth. I had certainly never sucked a cock that had just been up my arse before, but somehow it seemed perfectly natural to take into my mouth and suck on it and a few minutes later Aidan was fully hard again. He took my hand and led me upstairs and into the bedroom. He pushed me gently down on the bed and pulled my legs apart. A few seconds later I was being fucked again - this time in the bed I shared with Ryan. Aidan fucked me hard and fast and before too long he had shot a second load of toxic cum right up me. He left shortly after and, just as I was wondering what the fuck I had done, Ryan phoned me. It was so good to hear his voice and we talked quite naturally - but all the time I was conscious that my arse felt really full and I was having trouble keeping all the cum in my hole. We talked for a while longer and then Ryan said he was tired and was going to bed. "I love you," he said "I love you," I replied, and just at that moment, two loads of high viral cum slid out my arse into my pants. I had crossed the line and over the rest of that 3 day weekend, Aidan fucked me repeatedly. We fucked in every room in the house and in every position - on my back, riding his cock, kneeling up on the bed and bent over with my pants down. I couldn't get enough of his cock and his cum and over the three days he must have shot eight to ten loads up me. It was like I was a different person. I met Ryan at the station on the Monday evening and it felt like I was back to my normal self again - this was the person I wanted to be with. But what was I going to do? I had debated this with myself over and over again. I knew I should tell him what I had done, but I wasn't sure I could bring myself to do that. I decided that I would get tested and if I was positive, I would tell him. In the meantime, I would just have to find an excuse not to have sex with him. That night we got ready for bed and when I came out of the toilet in just my pants, Ryan was sitting on the bed, naked. He grinned and pulled me towards him. Before I could stop him, he had my cock out my pants and was sucking me. I was hard in no time, as always when Ryan sucked my cock, and he grinned at me again. Then he laid back on the bed and pulled his legs back, exposing his arsehole. "I've been looking forward to this all weekend," he said "Fuck me!"

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There was no question I was a slut when I really lost my virginity. But until that night I always got fucked with a condom, no if, ands, or buts about it. I was dancing at a club with friends when I noticed this guy staring at me. He was tall, lean, and blonde. We couldn’t stop staring at each other, and before I knew it he had pulled me from the guy I had been dancing with and we were grinding on each other to the music. Needless to say we ended up back at my place. As soon as he closed the front door we ripped each other’s clothes off, grabbing and sucking as much skin as we could. Ending up on my bed I went crazy when he started fingering my hole. In anticipation I reached into my drawer to grab lube and a condom. “I just need the lube,” he said. That freaked me out. “I only get fucked with a condom,” I said pushing him off. “No glove, no love.” We were both rock hard, so I wasn’t surprised when he took the condom and put it on. He slowly pushed into me, filling me up with what I loved most in the world. Cock. We kissed as he thrust into me, going faster with each pump. Before I realized what was happening he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and rammed back into me. The only thing I loved more than cock was being dominated, so at this point I was in heaven. He kept pulling all the way out and shoving his big dick back in, until suddenly the fuck was just better. I started moaning louder than I ever had before, feeling more sensation than I swore I usually did. Something in me changed then. I became more aggressive, thrusting back, needing to feel his dick rubbing against my hole. We must’ve cum together because we both started howling at the same time. For some reason the inside of my ass felt hot. It was such a turn on! “Thanks for the fuck. Gotta go,” he said pulling out. Before I knew it he was gathering clothes and bolting out my room. I tried following him to the door, wanting to ask if we could hook up again. How could I not after the best fuck of my life? But I got to the living room in time to see the front door slam shut. Sad I’d never get to feel that dick in me again I rubbed my sore ass trying to soothe it. That’s when I felt something wet against my crack. I dug in, trying to figure out what it was when it dawned on me. Taking a look at my finger my biggest fear was confirmed. The jerk had cum in my ass! To say I was pissed off would be an understatement. I noticed the used condom on the floor, and it was empty. I looked at my finger slick with cum when an odd thought came to me. I wanted to lick it. So I did, and I couldn’t believe how good it tasted. I dug my finger into my ass again, feeling just how squishy it really was. Pulling it out I knew I was being dumb, but for some reason I couldn’t help myself. I needed to taste my stealther’s cum leaking out of my ass! After a minute of dipping and licking, I realized exactly what I was doing. Horrified I ran to the shower and scrubbed myself all over, taking extra care to clean my ass. The next day I started taking PrEP to try to mitigate the risk of getting HIV. For a week I was a mess until I got tested, racked with guilt and terror. Terror that I had savored eating cum from a stranger out of my ass and terror that I had been infected with an STD. My tests came back clean, but I knew it would be months until I really knew if I was still NEG. I stayed celibate for a few weeks trying to be extra cautious. But with how much I loved sex I couldn’t resisted a good fucking for too long, so I was extra careful to make sure all my partners were clean and played safe. Unfortunately something was lacking. The first few times I just couldn’t cum. The friction I had always enjoyed while my ass was getting plowed just wasn’t enough anymore. By my fifth hook up I tried something I had been reluctant to do but was sure would work. I imagined myself getting bred, and sure enough I came buckets. After that encounter I was freaked again because I admitted something to myself I hadn’t wanted to. Being fucked raw was soooo much better than being fucked with a condom. It was no contest. But it was also dangerous. I went online looking up the dangers of fucking without condoms to remind myself why I had to forget about the best fuck of my life. That led to me finding the site that would change my worldview forever. Breeding Zone. At first I couldn’t believe what I was reading. People got off on chasing HIV? How could people actually want to be POZ? And stealthing. That was just fucked up. I knew from experience people did that and I was pissed people found it hot. I wasn’t amused when I noticed my own dick was hard reading stories about it. Before long I was obsessed. This whole time I kept hooking up, still vigilant about condoms. But every time I read posts or stories from Breeding Zone, the more frustrated I became. I did not want to use condoms anymore. They sucked. All they did was keep me from feeling the euphoria I had felt when I was stealthed. One day I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I did something I thought I’d never do. I made a profile on a site all about bareback hook-ups, BBRT. I was nervous making my profile. Taking a picture of my exposed ass was awkward, but also the most erotic thing I had ever done. My profile said: New to bareback. Trying to see if I really want it. It wasn’t long before I got responses. Some of the guys were really hot! Unfortunately they were also POZ. I still wasn’t ready to risk getting HIV, so I only responded to guys who were NEG. That first time was like an awakening. I went over to his place, still not sure about what I was doing. I brought condoms over, both out of habit but also hoping that maybe I could talk him into using one. When I got there I couldn’t believe how ripped he was. As soon as we were naked I was worshipping every inch of him, paying extra attention to his dripping dick. I started having doubts about the encounter when he put me against a counter so my ass was facing him. Then he rimmed me, dipping a finger in from time to time opening my hole up, making me forget the hesitation that had been building. But when he pressed his dick to my pulsing hole the need to tell him to stop, put on a condom, came over me. Then he pushed in, and I was officially a bareback bitch. He fucked me hard, making me moan louder than I had since the night I was introduced to the joys of getting bred. “Yea! Come on, harder!” I shouted. “Bred my ass!” “Yea bitch! I’m gonna fill your fucking cunt full of jizz! You want that? Don’t you faggot?” No one had ever spoken to me like that during sex, and to my surprise I loved it. “Hell yea! Cum in my ass!” I couldn’t believe I was begging for his load. Only months before I had been all about safe sex, and here I was screaming for him to breed me. I swore to myself I would never ask for a condom again. I was now a condom free zone, and I couldn’t have been happier. He filled me three times that night, and the next night I was getting loaded by another guy. I changed my profile to make what I wanted clear: My hole is meant to be loaded! Fill me with cum. NEG only. After a few weeks I realized something. I had become twice the slut I was before. While I had been fucked two, maybe three times a week before, I was now getting bred at least four or five nights a week. It wasn’t long before I’d hook up with several guys a night. One thing I was still careful about though was making sure the guys I hooked up with were NEG. Of course with how many hot POZ guys there were on BBRT, the temptation to break my rule was ever present. One night a guy messaged me who had the most beautiful body and dick I had ever seen. I knew I needed to have him fuck me, but before I could tell him to come over I noticed something. He was POZ. True, he was undetectable, but he was still POZ. I started messaging him back, telling him we wouldn’t be able to meet, when I remembered something I had read on Breeding Zone. Guys who were undetectable weren’t nearly as contagious as guys with high viral loads. The truth was guys who claimed to be NEG could be riskier cause if they didn’t realize they were infected their viral loads could be really high. That thought played through my mind as I debated over what my answer should be. Finally I decided. Fuck it. He was worth the risk. So that night I had my first POZ load. Once again I changed my profile: Breed me! There’s nothing I love more than sucking on a hot dick before its shoved up my ass to fill me with hot jizz! NEG preferred. Undetectable guys cool too. With the pool of guys open to me wider, I was soon getting fucked everyday. I started trying new things too. I was hooking up with one guy when he had to stop for a minute to take a piss. I said it without thinking. “Wanna piss in my mouth?” I blushed harder than I ever had before. I was about to say never mind when he grabbed my head, shoved his dick in my mouth and let loose. Gulping his piss down I thought it would never end, and it wasn’t long before I hoped it never did. Not long after discovering a love for piss I discovered another favorite pastime. Glory hole breeding. I had gone to a sex shop looking for some new toys when I realized there were video booths in the back. Curious I tried one out, turned on by the fact that I was watching porn and jacking off in what was essentially a public place. Soon I noticed a hole. Looking at it I wondered what it was for when a huge dick pushed through. I couldn’t believe it. I had found a glory hole! The need to go down on my knees and suck that dick was overwhelming. But I knew better than to hook up with someone whose face I hadn’t even seen. At least I thought I did until I found myself bobbing up and down on it, getting off on the fact that it was the most anonymous sex I had ever had. I whined when the guy pulled away, his dick going back to the other side. I started to get up to leave when I heard him. “Turn around. I want to fuck you.” At first I was alarmed. What kind of guy did he think I was? But my pants were already down and I was horny. For a moment I hesitated. I didn’t even know what this guy’s status was. With how much dick I was getting some were bound to be POZ with high viral loads just accounting for liars, but this was random sex on a whole different level. Bending down to pull up my pants I froze when he stuck his dick through again. That did it. Quickly I stepped out of my pants, turned around, grabbed his lubed up dick and pressed it to my now always lubed hole. Pushing onto him I felt like the biggest slut in the world. I loved it! Matching each thrust I focused on the feeling of his raw dick, basking in the euphoria it always gave me. When he came I came harder than I had ever done so before. It occurred to me my orgasms become stronger each time I did something more taboo. That realization was the nail in the coffin for my transition. Within a week I started to frequent bathhouses, getting as many loads as I could. I put out notices on BBRT and Craig’s List to make sure I’d get as much anonymous dick as possible. Between work and breeding sessions I barely slept. Status no longer became a concern of mine. All that mattered was that a guy had a dick and bred my hole. My BBRT profile now read: I take all cummers! No load refused! Bred me! Piss in me! Share me with your friends and strangers!!!!! Like I said status no longer mattered to me. Before long though POZ guys started to become an obession. One reason was because despite my year of high risk fucking I was still NEG. All the sluttiest guys I had come to know and hang out with were all POZ. I wondered how come I wasn’t too. Whenever I’d meet another NEG slut I’d be amazed I had found someone else like me. Then he’d convert. One night a hot, regular fuck buddy who was also POZ was ramming me deep when he became verbal. “You like that POZ dick, don’t ya you NEG bitch!” I had encountered POZ talk from time to time, but usually it did nothing for me. That night was different. “Fuck yea! POZ me up! Gimme dirty seed. I want to have your POZ babies!!!!” Once again I came harder than I ever had before. POZ talk became a huge turn on for me, and before I knew it I was getting fucked exclusively by POZ guys. The idea of converting was so hot it was all I started to think about. I started begging guys to POZ me, and without realizing it, I had become a chaser. One night I even went to the baths, paid for a room and put a notice on a board saying : NEG Cumdump. All loads welcome but POZ preferred. Help a chaser reach his dreams! My profile on BBRT changed again too, letting the world know exactly what I needed and wanted: Cumdump for POZ loads. NEG whore looking to convert. Bred me with toxic jizz, blindfold me, and let strangers use my hole! Just make sure they’re POZ and with HIGH VIRAL LOADS! I consider my POZ birthday to be the day I was video tapped in a gangbang with all POZ tops. I was in a sling with a mirror above me. I had requested it so I could see every second of my pozzing before I got to watch it on tape. I also wanted to stare at the message I had written on my chest in permanent marker that I planned to have tattooed: POZ PUBLIC CUMDUMP. At least twenty POZ tops were there, each brushing my hole with a toothbrush before they fucked me hard, leaving me their dirty deposit. Throughout the gangbang I thought about my decent and how far I had come. Once I was a normal guy, horny guy, who always practiced safe sex. Now I letting a group of POZ men, most of whom I had never met before being placed in the sling, abuse and rape my hole. As load after load of POZ jizz filled and overflowed out of me, I could only thing of one thing. I was home.

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

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

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[This story keeps getting flagged on my Patreon as against their overly strict policies, so now it's yours for free] My attraction to Gunnar started the second I realized he was gay. I was 16, and my parents insisted I get a summer job. My favorite aunt hooked me up with a job in the shipping and receiving department at her plumbing supply store. Gunnar was 26 at the time. Standing 6’2”, easily 220 lbs, pure muscle, all man. His firm handshake, his booming voice, his scruffy trimmed beard, the entire package was like a wet dream for me. When I realized we’d be working closely together all day, every day, I no longer cared that my summer vacation was going to be working in a dark, cold stock room. At this point in my self-discovery process, I hadn’t developed a gaydar, though his always perfectly groomed hair and well-put-together outfits should’ve been a ping on my gaydar since most guys that look like he does ooze toxic masculinity. I thought he was supposed to dress nice because he was in charge of our department and often took meetings with “higher-ups.” Turns out, he could've been dressed in a t-shirt and jeans like I do every day. I found out he’s gay when he was pulling up an email to show me about the 4th of July schedule, and he fat-fingered the screen, and it flipped over to his already open Grindr account. He swiped it away quickly with a “Oh, sorry” and then went on to show me the email. Which I couldn’t focus on at all because of my weeks of jerking off thinking about what he might look like naked or how amazing it would be to lose my virginity to him; it all turned out to be a possibility all of a sudden. It took every fiber of my being to will my dick to stay down through that conversation as I stood there, staring through his phone as if I were reading the email, but I was really inhaling his scent and going through my head to see what I missed that would have outed him sooner. Did I miss him flirting with me? I’m not proud of myself, but that night, I downloaded Grindr to check out his profile. It was tricky; I turned off my location settings and had a blank profile because I was kinda scared of Grindr. I wasn’t out yet and didn’t want Grindr to be how I got outed. I waited for him to go into a meeting before I opened my account and was disappointed. He wasn’t online. It took a few weeks of sneaking peaks at my phone at work before he finally popped up on my grid. When I saw what was obviously his torso as the nearest square, I had a panic and quickly locked my phone. I realize he couldn’t see me seeing him, but it felt like when you sneak a peek at the guy next to you in the urinal. You can only glance; you can’t stare. I did rush off to the bathroom, though, and started studying his profile. 6’2”, 225lbs, top, hung, “looking for friends and more,” and the pics had my dick bricked up in a lightning-fast reaction. The torso pic was terrific, he is so fit it’s almost offensive. I’m in good shape, I’m on the baseball team when in school, so it keeps me in good shape; plus, I get to see the rest of the jocks in my school in their athletic cups, and…Jesus, I’m a pervert. His second pic was him in a speedo on a beach somewhere; the bulge in his swim brief was not helping my erection go down. His third pic was him and two guys wearing some kind of hiking clothes, all of their muscles also bulging out of their shirts. That made me feel, on top of the obvious reasons, like he wouldn’t be into me even if I told him I was also into guys. The following school year, I came out to my friends and then my family. I still didn’t come out to Gunnar, though. I don’t know why. When spring rolled around, I finally messaged him on Grindr one night when he was still on my grid and I was at home in my bedroom. We got to chatting. I am not proud of this either, but when he asked me for a pic, I sent him a pic of someone else who looked older than me but not so handsome that it would seem fake. Thankfully, he believed me. I told him I was in town for work and staying with family, so I couldn’t guarantee a meetup. At first, he was pretty stand-off; his responses were pretty short. Sometime around midnight, though, he seemed to be on the prowl. Gunnar: are you able to sneak away from your family? Me: I don’t think so. I’m kinda stuck here. Gunnar: damn, that’s a shame. Me: Why? Gunnar: I’m fucking horny. My dick was so hard in my boxers it snaked itself out of the fly and demanded my attention. I tip-toed to the bedroom door and locked it quietly. Then, I slowly stroked myself while continuing the conversation with him. Me: Yeah, me too. Gunnar: you top or bottom? I hadn’t really thought about it. I hadn’t even jerked off with another guy; how could I know? Do I need to know before I have sex with a guy? I quickly looked at his profile again, seeing that he had prominently displayed himself as a “Top” and responded. Me: Bottom, I guess. Gunnar: Verse is cool, but I only top. Me: Cool. Gunnar: how long has it been? Me: What do you mean? Gunnar: Since you last got fucked. My heart was thumping out of my chest. I don’t know what the correct answer is. I have no idea how often guys have sex. I jerk off every night, multiple times in a day, if I have the house to myself. Me: Last night I sent it, hoping that was the correct answer. Gunnar: Oh, how was it? Fuck, I don’t know, was it shitty? Was it great? What’s the answer that keeps this conversation going? Me: It was ok. Gunnar: lol, not all tops care if their bottom is satisfied. Me: Do you care? Gunnar: Depends on the bottom and what they are looking for. Me: How so? Gunnar: If he just wants to be a hole for me to throw it in, I’ll just nut and leave. If he wants to get fucked and wants to cum, I’ll fuck the cum out of him lol That was it. I was shooting my load onto my stomach, and it was already my second load tonight, but it was still a big one, thanks to Gunnar. I cleaned it up as quickly as possible to get back to the conversation. Me: I think I’m the second guy hahaha Gunnar: did the guy from last night fuck the cum out of you? Me: No Gunnar: Come over to my place and I’ll make sure you cum 😉 My sore dick was getting hard again. Me: I wish, but I can’t. Gunnar: still sore from last night? Me: sore? Gunnar: lol, oh, was he small? I didn’t understand why I would be sore. What does size have to do with soreness? Me: Yes. I fired off my response, again hoping it was the right answer. Gunnar: Can you handle big dicks? My heart was pounding out of my chest as I typed out my response. Me: How big? Gunnar: 8.5” cut, hbu? Another drop of precum oozed from the head of my cock as I slowly jerked myself off again. Me: I’m almost 7” Gunnar: Trade pics? I jumped out of bed and took a pic of my dick; I was about to send it when I realized I shouldn’t, just in case he sees me at the urinal or something since I have a distinct birthmark just below the tip that’s shaped like a bean. Plus, my body is a bit more like a twink than the pic I already sent him, so it wouldn’t match. I quickly found a pic on Google that looked like it could be attached to that body and sent it to him. An anguishing minute passed before he double-tapped the image for a fire emoji, and then, the most significant thing that could happen in my life happened; he sent me a dick pic—eight and a half inches of muscular-looking dick in my screen. In the pic, he was so hard, he was oozing precum, his dick had visible veins that were bulging, and he looked to be in that state of horniness where it would be painful to push down on your dick. I was in awe. Precum was oozing from my dick looking at it. My brain was melting with this information; I mean…Gunnar’s dick was in a pic in my hand…how could I possibly handle this CIA-level intel? I double-tapped the image and waited for his response. It didn’t take long. Gunnar: Can I see your ass? Fuck. I went on Google again, found a pic that looked about right for the body I sent him earlier, and fired it off to him. Gunnar: Hot! Gunnar: I love a smooth ass! Gunnar: You like getting your ass eaten? Another question I didn’t know the answer to. The closest I’ve had to getting my ass eaten was when I dropped my finger down below my balls during a masturbation session. It was pretty good, but…what is that compared to getting my ass eaten? Me: Yeah Gunnar: Can I eat your ass? My heart was about to explode in my chest. Me: yeah Gunnar: After I eat your ass, can I push the tip of my dick in? This mental image was almost enough to send me over the edge for a third time tonight as I continued to stroke my dick. Me: If you want to Gunnar: Oh I want to. Might want to push in a little deeper too 😉 Me: That might be ok Gunnar: Might be? How deep would be pushing the limit? I didn’t understand but made a guess. Me: A few inches? Gunnar: Mmmm, a few inches would be nice. How deep can I get before you make me wrap up? Or do you like to play bare? I kind of understood this one. I have been secretly watching gay porn online since I was 12. I know what bare means. I also took a health class and understand the need for safe sex. This was just fantasy, and with Gunnar, so I played along. Me: How deep do you want to go? Gunnar: Well…if I get to choose, I’m going 8.5 inches deep lol Me: And then? Gunnar: And then I’ll pull out to the tip and thrust balls deep again and again until you tell me I have to pull out and put on a condom lol Me: What happens if I don’t? Gunnar: You know 😈 I thought about it for a second. Me: You’ll pull out and jerk off on my dick, like in porn? Gunnar: lol, if you want, but if I’m fuckin you bare…I’m probably going to bust inside you. I blew my load all over my stomach for a third time tonight. Most of it pooling in my pubes and dribbling down my fist, but my nuts were drained and sore for the night. I quickly cleaned up, tossing my cum rag into the wash bin and pulling up my boxers. Me: That’s hot. I must have taken too long to respond in my cleanup process because he didn’t show as online and didn’t respond. I eventually passed out. I spent the next few weeks fantasizing about him and the pics he sent me. It was tough at work, knowing what was under his clothes and knowing intimate details about this stallion who would toss around boxes as heavy as me with little to no effort. Ugh... When school started back up in the fall, I had to stop working my job per my parents' rules, so I wasn’t able to keep in touch with Gunnar. When summer rolled around again, I begged my aunt to take me back on for summer help, and she did; unfortunately, Gunnar had transferred to a management position in a different department, so I only saw him in passing and never saw him online anymore. I did see him at the company barbecue with his boyfriend. Which made sense, a stud like Gunnar wouldn’t be on the apps for long. Of course, his boyfriend was gym-fit just like he is, with at least a hundred pounds more muscle than I have. I never felt more like a twink than when Gunnar introduced me to his guy. Since I turned 18 at the beginning of summer, I started looking at the apps more seriously. I had some guys offer to take my virginity even though they assumed I was underage; I even met up with some for “fun.” Which, at first, was just jerking off in the woods close enough that our dicks sometimes bumped into each other. Then I moved on to jerking them off and letting them jerk me off. I did stop for a while when I let a guy jerk me off from behind; he said it was a better angle for him to stroke me, and he stood behind me, reaching around to stroke me, which did feel really good at first. When he started sliding his bare cock up and down my ass crack, I got so nervous that he was going to try and push it in that I quickly pulled up my shorts and ran off. When I got home, I jerked off furiously, blowing my load all over my abs, but then scolded myself for putting myself in a position like that, where a stranger could’ve forced himself into me. I did find a friend my own age who was into jerking off together, but then when I tried to take it a step further and jerk each other off, he let me stroke him, but as soon as he blew his load, he had a bit of a freakout, pulling up his pants and underwear without even cleaning up and ran away. We never talked about it again, but he also never let himself be alone with me after that, which made me feel kinda shitty. Near the end of summer, I had all but given up on losing my virginity before college started. When the annual company barbecue rolled around, I snuck a beer, poured it into a cup, and got myself pretty tipsy off that beer. I never drink or smoke or anything like that. I was having a lot of fun, and when I saw Gunnar across the park, I went to say hi. I barely got a handshake or a smile out of him before someone important came up and stole him away from me. I went and planted myself at a picnic table and sipped my second beer for the night. I was feeling pretty horny, which wasn’t new for me, but what was new was the confidence I got from the beer I had in my system. The beer was like magic in a way that it turned down that voice in the back of my head that told me all the ways it was dangerous to meet up with guys on Grindr and the even louder voice that kept telling me I should wait until I "found someone special" to lose my virginity to. I changed my photo to an actual photo of my headless torso, which I’ll admit was pretty good compared to a lot of the guys on here. I have defined abs and a muscular ass that pops out of my 31" waist. Not much body hair, though, which makes me feel like it might be a little too feminine for some guys. I only had hair in a trimmed bush around my cock, barely any on my balls, and mostly hairless on my ass too. I post one pic of me in my boxers and one in my athletic cup to emphasize I am a jock and not a femboy. Then, I changed the header to “4Now” and put “mostly virgin looking to change that” in my description. Scrolling through, I tapped every guy on my grid who looked to be under 30 and hot enough that I didn’t think it would matter that I didn’t have an emotional connection with them to lose my virginity to them. I chugged the rest of my now third beer and walked back to the table where I was sneaking them from. There were a few people around, but no one was policing the beer. Of course, my aunt walked up just as I was about to grab more. I decided it was too risky. “Jonathan?” A booming voice called out from behind me, making me jump as though I was caught with a beer in hand. I turned to see Gunnar, “Oh shit, man, you scared me,” I chuckled, reaching out to shake his hand. “Sorry, I got pulled away earlier and didn’t get to say hi. How are you? Your aunt told me you just graduated?” He smiled at me as he looked down at me. I didn’t realize how taller he was than me. He must be at least a foot taller, and his muscles are even bigger than the pictures I’ve been jerking off to for the last two years. “Oh yeah, finally moving on to bigger and better things,” I joked, looking around at the group of people I had been working with all summer. He chuckled, “Yeah, what are you going to school for?” “I’m thinking business management, maybe economics, not really sure, but I’m going to GW, and they have a lot of great options,” I crossed my arms, trying to subtly flex my biceps as I did. He reached into the bin, cracked open a beer, and sipped, “Well, that sounds like fun. When do you ship out?” “In three weeks,” I shrugged, staring at his beer like a thirsty puppy. He looked around, his eyebrows knitted together, and a devilish grin came across his face. He lowered his voice and asked, “How many have you had?” My eyes went wide, “Huh?” He grinned even wider, “Uh-uh, don’t play dumb; I’ve seen that look before,” he chuckled. “Are you drunk?” “No, I’ve only had two,” I omitted the third I just finished off. He chuckled again, shrugging his shoulders, “Well, it’s free…and not my problem,” he shook his head. “I’d stick to the light beer, though, wouldn't want to lose those abs your freshmen year, you’ll never get them back,” He winked. “Is that how you’ve kept yours?” I heard the words slip out of my mouth before I remembered there was no way I could know how he looked shirtless. But how would he know what I look like shirtless? His eyes fixed on me, he cocked his head to the side and then slowly brought it back to level, and I saw his face go from thinking to trying to pivot out of this conversation, and it softened, “I’ve seen it happen to too many guys, the freshmen fifteen goes right to the gut,” an eyebrow went up as he looked me up and down slowly. Then he sipped his drink, and I swear he licked his lips in slow motion. “John,” I heard my aunt call my name across the park and waved me over. I turned back to Gunnar, “I’m being summoned.” He chuckled, “I’ll leave a beer, accidentally, on that table in the corner for you,” he whispered before giving me a bro hug that nearly melted my brain. He pulled me into his muscular chest, and his manly scent filled my nostrils. I didn’t want to let go, but if I didn’t, I’d have sprung a boner, so I let go and pulled away. “Thanks,” I said as I started jogging toward my aunt. Once I had finished chatting with her and the head of my department, who took over when Gunnar transferred, I tried to find him, but he was gone. He did leave a beer for me, so I chugged it down. I pulled Grindr back out and had a few messages, a few of them just dick pics, but some asking for details of what I wanted to do tonight and where. I also noticed my pinned conversation with Gunnar had a green light for the first time in a while. I looked around the park to make sure he wasn’t around me and then clicked on his profile. He was 300 feet away. He had an updated photo showing off his pecs. I had to message him. Me: Hey, long time no talk to. Gunnar: Sorry, I deleted my messages a while back. Refresh my memory. I don't recognize your pics. Oh fuck, I forgot I changed my profile to *me* since I last chatted with him. I felt a rush. Mostly to my dick, but my heart was pounding pretty fast as I typed back. Me: Oh, no worries, it’s been a while. Gunnar: You’re 18? And a virgin? The bubble popped up to let me know he was the most recent person to check out my profile. Me: Lol, yeah. I cringed, a part of me hoping he would block me for being such a loser. Gunnar: Well, we definitely didn’t meet up, I would’ve remembered not taking your virginity, especially wearing that jock strap. My dick twitched in my underwear. Me: It’s the cup I wear when playing baseball, but, yeah, we never met up. I felt relieved my virginity didn’t scare him off. However, I was growing increasingly nervous that he would pop up behind me as some sort of “gotcha” because I’d been [banned word] on him for the last two years. Gunnar: I see that, makes it hard to tell how big you are underneath 🍆 Holy shit, was he asking me to send him a dick pic? Ok, play it cool. Gunnar: though the bulge in these boxers is a good indicator you’re above average. That made my dick hard instantly. I looked around again, making sure he wasn’t around and seeing me message him back. Me: Well, you’ll have to pull my boxers down to find out 😉 Gunnar: Are you asking me to take your virginity? Oh fuck, is he offering? What if he finds out it's me and…rejects me? Me: Are you offering? I thought I was going to faint from the anticipation of his response. My heart rate must have been at dangerous levels, even with the beer calming the rest of my nerves. Gunnar: It would be an honor and a privilege. 🫡 I nearly blew my load in my pants reading that. Me: When and where? Gunnar sent his address and added: when are you free? I’m stuck at a work thing for another hour, but I’ll be home by 7. My hands were shaking as I typed out: 7:30 it is. Then I closed out the app as if being offline somehow made it so he couldn’t change his mind. I reached down into my pants, pulled my 7” cut dick up into the waistband, chugged my beer, and looked for the best way to sneak out without anyone realizing I had left early. I made it home and took a good shit and hot shower, soaping myself up the best I could. The beer was making me feel weird but in a good way. I slipped on some clean boxers, a tight black t-shirt, and some skinny jeans, slipped on my vans, and did some pushups and situps to make sure I was looking my best. I even put on some cologne I was gifted for Christmas that I never use. I tossed some microfiber paste into my hair, giving it that touseled purposely look, my natural blonde highlights getting more prominent as the paste darkens the sandy brown hair underneath. I opened the app, he hadn’t said anything new and wasn’t online. I looked at the address; it was a thirty-minute walk, but I could make it in ten easy if I took my bike. I jumped on my bike and peddled across town, taking every shortcut I could, and decided to park my bike at a rack not far from Gunnar’s apartment building. I didn’t want him to see me ride up on my bike like I was some sort of child. I walked up to his house, nervous as fuck and terrified he was going to open the door, see it's me, and get pissed. I had to try, though. I knocked. Heard the massive man walking to the door, opening it in just a towel and damp hair. He grinned, looking me up and down, shook his head, saying, “Ok,” and held the door for me to walk in. I didn’t hesitate. My tight t-shirt was sticking to my torso from my ride over, and my red plaid boxers were riding up out of the top of my jeans; I suddenly felt very uncomfortable in my clothes as my dick started getting hard from the smell of his apartment. It was like a concentrated version of his scent, and I was in heaven. I didn’t know if I should sit or what, but when I heard the chain lock slide in the bar, I turned to see his naked, jacked torso as he slowly walked toward me. “I had a feeling that was you,” he smiled, putting his hands on my hips. “You did?” I squeaked out, looking up at him. He huffed and grinned. “Yeah, you’ve been checking me out since I met you. It was not subtle,” his smirk widened. “It wasn’t?” my smile grew to show teeth. He pulled me into him, my crotch pushing against his as his hands groped my ass, and he leaned in to kiss me. It wasn’t my first kiss with another guy, but holy fuck; it unlocked something in me that could never be put back in the box. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, standing on my tippy toes as I practically hung from his neck like a monkey. He wrapped his toned arms around me, feeling up and down my back as his tongue explored my mouth, and his hands felt every ridge of my body, focusing on my ass. He broke our kiss and grabbed my hand, leading me towards his bedroom. I kicked off my shoes as we went. His bedroom had dim but warm lighting, and his manly scent only got stronger. He closed the bedroom door behind us and spun around, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and off my body in the smoothest motion. His mouth was back on mine, his tongue wrestling with mine as his hands worked the buttons on my jeans and pushed them down. He got them halfway down my thighs, almost pulling my boxers down with them, but the tent in the front kept them from going down. He pushed me down onto the bed on my back. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch as he worked my jeans and socks off. I could see his muscled leg sneak out the slit in his towel, which, to my frustration, was still tightly wrapped around his waist as he dropped to his knees between my legs. He hooked his fingers in my boxers, “Is this ok?” I nodded quickly. The room was spinning, and my heart was pounding in my throat. I tried to focus on something other than what was happening so I didn't jizz as soon as my cock sprang free as he pulled gently down, and I lifted my ass to help, my cock sprang free from the elastic waistband with a thud of precum and hard dick hitting my abs as my boxers pooled at my ankles. His hands massaged my legs, up my thighs, and then my crotch, barely letting his thumbs caress my balls, teasing and massaging me, helping me relax as I watched unblinking, waiting for him to take this to the next level. He grinned, kissing my thigh from the knee to my crotch; his five o’clock shadow tickled my ball sack. The heat of his head sends waves of pleasure through my body. Then to frustrate me some more, he skipped my cock and went to the other leg, again kissing my thigh from knee to crotch. I felt precum forcing its way out the head of my painfully hard dick as I made it bounce for him, hoping to draw his attention to it. As he sucked on my inner thigh and his scruff rubbed my soft, mostly untouched skin, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. He pulled back, rubbing my thighs again, giving a deep tissue massage; it felt so good; I had never had anyone massage me like this, and it damn near made me explode. He smiled at me, “What do you want next?” “Umm…” I squeaked, cleared my throat, and lowered my voice an octave, “Whatever you want to do?” He chuckled, leaning in; he licked the drops of precum on the tip of my cock, barely letting his tongue touch my skin but getting a taste of my brand, licking his lips with it and swallowing it down with a satisfied hum. “You taste good,” he whispered. “Yeah?” I said with a bit too much surprise. “Yeah, you don’t know?” He asked, spreading my legs, stretching out those upper thigh muscles as he did. I shook my head. He grabbed my cock, giving it a few good strokes, and squeezed out a drop of my precum, used his finger to wipe it up and leaned up to me to smear it on my lips, and pushed his finger into my mouth, sliming my tongue with my own juice. I instinctively closed my mouth around his finger as though it were his cock and sucked my essence off his finger. “That’s it,” he groaned, “How’s it taste?” He asked in a gravelly voice. “Good,” I breathed out as his finger left my mouth. “You taste sweet, Jonathan; I want more,” he said and dropped his mouth down to the head of my cock, holding me in his hand like a microphone as he licked the head like a melting snow cone. “Mmmfffuck,” I moaned, rocking my hips up and squirming under him. He licked and sucked the tip, then licked up and down the sides, getting me nice and wet before he deep-throated me with ease. I was in heaven. If I died in this moment, it would be worth it. He slowly sucked my dick; his mouth worked out every ounce of precum my balls would give him, swallowing me until his chin was tickling my balls, then sucked the tip again, repeating the motion until I felt my balls starting to tighten already. “Oh my God, I’m gonna cum,” I thrashed under him, but he held me down and took me deeper into his throat, forcing me to unload in his mouth. “Oh fuck,” I groaned and moaned as my balls spasmed, and my cum shot out into his throat, wad after wad until I couldn’t handle his mouth on me anymore. He recognized the signs and pulled off, quickly climbing on top of me to kiss me and share the cum that coated his mouth, or at least what he hadn’t already swallowed. It was something I never thought I would be ok with, but since it was Gunnar and I was still coming down from my orgasm, I licked the inside of his mouth and swallowed and swapped spit with him until I realized he no longer had a towel on, and my legs were wrapped around his very naked, well-defined waist, heels resting on his toned ass and his massive cock was sliding alongside my softening dick. He moaned into my mouth, and I returned the moan. He broke the kiss and started kissing my neck, almost biting me, then back up to my mouth, with a groan as his hand reached up and he fists my hair gently but firmly, pulling my head back to break our kiss again and he kissed down my chin to my Adam’s apple, then back up to my lips where he teased a kiss, leaving me without the pleasure and then stuck his tongue out for me and I instinctively sucked on it. I was in heaven; this was a fantasy come true. No, it was better. He wrapped his arms around my back and up to my shoulders, pulling me into the grinding and gyrating of his hips while massaging my shoulders and neck as he kissed in a triangle between my mouth, my neck, and my ear until he eventually broke the pattern and started kissing down my chest. He licked down my abs until he got down to my dick which was already hard again. I was expecting him to take me back into his mouth, but he skipped my dick, grabbed my legs below the knee, and pushed them up towards my head, and the most amazing thing happened. His mouth settled on my ass. He spit on my hole and then used his tongue to smear it into my tight pucker. I moaned and wriggled; the pleasure was something otherworldly. “Oh shit, Gunnar, don’t stop,” I moaned, my feet on his shoulders and rocking my hips up and down on his tongue. I had heard of getting your ass eaten, I heard it felt good, but the reality of it was mind-blowing. I started jerking myself off, riding his tongue and letting him force it into my sphincter; the overwhelming amount of satisfaction that came from it was so much I already felt myself getting close to cumming again. I didn’t want to blow my load too soon; I didn’t want any of this to end, so I pulled my hand from my cock and spread my legs wide, holding my knees so he could get his tongue deeper. “Mmmm, fuck,” I whispered. He moaned into my hole, just adding another sensation to this fantastic experience. After what seemed like twenty minutes, he stopped munching on my hole and let me rest, crawling back up and kissing his way back to my mouth. I wrapped my arms and legs around him; I was in a state of bliss that I never saw in porn or on the faces of my friends when they described their first-time experiences. This was lightyears better than I had fantasized it would be. Gunnar again wrapped his arms around me as our tongues explored each other's mouths while he rubbed his massive cock up and down my body. He let it slip down between my ass cheeks, the head dripping precum all over my crack and my hole. The tip kept gently rubbing my pucker, whispering to it to open up, but Gunnar didn’t push in; he just kept teasing me, and I was going insane. I wanted it so bad. I needed to get my cherry popped by Gunnar. I had fantasized about this so many times I would literally die if he didn’t fuck me tonight. He started sucking on my neck while his dick rubbed a little more intensely on my hole, and I let out a moan followed by a mumbled, “Fuck, that feels good; I want you to fuck me.” I thought it might have been too buried in my moan, but he kissed and nibbled my ear and said, “Are you sure?” His hips added a little more pressure to push his cock head between the lips of my asshole. I moaned, “Yeah, I’ve wanted this for so long,” I rocked my hips to slide my ass on his dick. “You want my dick in you?” He stuck his tongue in my ear. “Oh God, yes, ungh,” I groaned. He sat up, reaching over to the nightstand, and pulled out some lube. Wasting no time, he squirted some onto his big dick and smothered it. I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves and let him squirt some lube onto my hole, gently fingering it into me. I had fingered myself a few times, but his fingers were considerably larger than mine, and it stung a little but quickly became a sensation I loved. He kept alternating which fingers and how many he pushed inside me, but it was so gentle I almost forgot that he was about to fuck me. Until he pulled his fingers out entirely and started rubbing his lube-slicked dick on my hole. He put my legs on his shoulders, leaned over me, and kissed me again, nudging his crown into my ass until the lube eased him into my hole. It was so slow, pushing so gently, that I almost couldn’t tell he was pushing into my hole until there was a stronger nudge, and the head breached my outer ring. “Oh…holy…ungh,” I grunted; there was an ungodly pain that shot through my anus and into my guts as my sphincter tightened around his flared cock head. I tried to push my legs back to push him back, “Wait, shit, that hurts,” I groaned, his weight and sheer size on my legs made my effort fruitless. “You’re ok, just breathe and push out,” he said, not letting up. “Ungh, fuck man, wait…it’s too big, I don’t think I can handle it,” I wreathed in pain, trying to push a man twice my size and weight off of me. He dipped his head down and started gnawing on my neck, then my chest, his large arms hugging my legs and reaching up to my shoulders, gripping me so he could slowly impale me with his cock. His hips rocked, and another inch pushed into me. “Oh fuck,” I hissed, feeling the wind get knocked out of me, my legs pinned by his broad chest, forcing me to push out as I attempted to push him off with no success, accidentally easing the pain shooting into me as he pushed slowly in. I thought this was supposed to feel good, but it hurt like hell. I grunted and groaned as he continued to sink yet another inch into me. At least half of his cock had to be in me, and it was the most searing, intense pain I had ever felt in my life. His mouth came up and kissed me deep, sensual, and loving; there was an intensity that felt so right, something I had wanted for so long, and distracting me from the anal invasion. He broke the kiss and whispered, “Jonathan, you’re so tight, your ass is sucking my cock in, you feel that?” His cock twitched inside me. I grunted, strainging to speak through clenched teeth, “Fuck, man, you’re too big; you gotta pull out." “If I pull out now it will hurt worse, you need to relax, just breathe and relax,” he whispered and rocked his hips into me, shoving another inch into me. “Ahh…shhh…fuck,” I hissed and struggled. I wrapped my arms around his broad, muscular back, the feeling of his warm, soft skin was comforting. I felt his abs contracting on the back of my legs every time he tried to thrust deeper into me. The feeling of his cock flexing inside my ass was way better than him pushing deeper into me, but also somewhat sobering and I realized I forgot rule number one about sex. “Ummm, shouldn’t you be wearing a condom?” I asked. He kissed me again, “No, babe," his tongue lapped at my upper lip, "you don’t want that on your first time,” he thrust into me again. “You want to feel it, trust me,” he said. I did trust him, though having unsafe sex with him scared me a bit. “You don’t have…anything right?” He kissed me again, “No babe, just relax and enjoy my dick in you." He kissed down to my ear and flexed his cock inside me again, "You want to feel what it’s like to have a man fuck you, don’t you?” His lips on my ear was titillating. “Mmm, yeah,” I tried to relax my hole with no experience doing so. He wrapped his arms tighter around me and started thrusting deeper into me. The pain was a little less, and his cock was starting to feel good inside me. Knowing he was in me without a condom was turning me on. Knowing he wanted to feel me, wanted to fuck me, was such a turn-on. I heard myself moan in pleasure on his next thrust. He kept sensually making love to me, pushing ever so slightly deeper with each thrust, and I was going insane with mix of pleasure and pain. My hands ran through his hair and pulled him into my neck as he kissed me and nibbled on the tender skin of my neck. He let my legs fall to the side, making it easier for me to breathe as he let his chest fall onto mine as we made out and he slowly fucked me. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, I could feel his hips pull out before I felt his dick thrust deeper into me, and I moaned each time he hit a new depth. “Fuck this feels so good,” I moaned. “You’re so tight, I love it,” he thrust deeper. I held on and did my best to relax as he started building up a rhythm. Each push went a little deeper, opening my hole in ways I didn’t know I would enjoy. It took at least ten minutes of humping into me for him to give me one hard thrust, and I finally felt his pubes tickling my ass. His hips started smacking against my cheeks as he really started to fuck me. “Fuck, that feels so good,” I groaned between strokes. He grabbed me tight and rolled us both so he was on his back, and I could ride his dick. I did my best to lift a few inches on his big dick and impaled myself back down. He reached out and started stroking my soft dick back to life; the added pleasure was insane. I started moaning, deep, guttural moans as I found the right angle and rhythm on his cock. The feeling of his head swelling inside me, hitting my prostate, his precum lubing my canal with every rock of my hips, I was in heaven. I could feel him from the edge of my hole all the way into my guts. It was better than I imagined. I can’t believe something that started out so painful turned into something so fucking good. I took over, stroking my dick, rocking back and forth on his cock, stirring up an orgasm deep inside me. I was no longer riding his cock to please him but to focus on my own orgasm. He started thrusting up into me as I slid down his shaft, holding my hips, matching my rocking on his cock. “Oh yeah, Jesus, that feels good,” I rode and stroked myself. His cock was hitting that spot inside me that was quickly bringing my second orgasm to the edge. “I’m so close,” I said. His grip on my hips got tighter as his hips slammed into my ass. I rocked to let his cock hit my insides just right as I stroked my cock furiously. I was getting fucked by Gunnar, riding his massive cock and he was about to fuck the cum out of me, my mind was blown. “I”m gonna cum,” I warned. “Do it,” he growled, trying to keep in tune with my now erratic rhythm as my ass clenched down on his massive tool and my body started spasming around his cock and his relentless thrusting. “Oh fuck,” I gasped as my balls tightened, and I felt my legs tremble as my orgasm started deep inside my guts, traveling through my balls and shot out of my cock in huge spurts of boiling hot cum. I shot a rope of cum onto his massive chest. My mind melted and I continued to rock on his cock as I shot my next wad of cum, then the next pooling in his belly button. “Fuck..ungh,” I groaned as the most amazing orgasm of my life rocked through my body, my legs shaking, my ass twitching on his cock as I jerked out the last few ropes of cum onto his stomach. He let me ride out my orgasm and then rolled me onto my back, where he pinned my legs to my shoulders and started hammering my hole. The pleasure was quickly turning into a burning sensation as his cock thrust harder into me. His cock seemed to be swelling inside me, feeling like it doubled in girth. I was struggling to take him now that I had cum and my horniness was quickly wearing off. I could hear my moans turn to groans as he continued to piston into my ass. He kissed me and held me tighter, grunted and breathed heavily into my neck, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned in a husky voice. I didn’t know what to do; I did know I wanted it. “Yes, cum for me,” I said, wrapping my ankles around the back of his neck tighter, trying to power through the intensity of his thrusting. “Fuck, mmm, ungh,” he moaned, his body stiffening as he thrust hard into my ass, his cock twitching as his cock spasmed and unloaded into my guts. “Mmm, fuck,” he twitched for a few seconds, then breathed and kissed me. His cock throbbed inside my hole, the warmth of his load giving my raw hole a soothing relief that I desperately needed. “Shit, that felt good,” he relaxed on top of me. My cum smeared between us and all over the back of my legs. I wrapped my arms tighter around him, holding him as the last drops of his load pulsed into me. “That was…amazing,” I whispered, my hands rubbing the back of his head, running through his sweaty hair. Feeling his cock softening inside me was a sensation I never thought I’d feel, but I wanted to keep him inside me now that the thrusting had stopped and I just felt full. He rested for a few minutes and then rolled off of me, his cock sliding out of me too quickly and leaving me feeling empty. We just cuddled until we both drifted off to sleep. I woke up around 3 am, the dried cum on my stomach cracking like paint in an itchy way. The heat from Gunnar’s body next to mine was intense. I quietly got up, found my boxers, slipped them on, and snuck out. While that was the most amazing night of my life, I was terrified of him waking up in the morning and reacting poorly to finding me in his bed, so I got my bike and rode home. I got into my bed and fell asleep around 4 am. The following day I checked my messages and had one from Gunnar: You snuck out? I hope you’re ok. Last night was amazing, and I want to fuck you again before you leave for college. I read and reread it a few times. I even jerked off to the pictures of his dick, knowing he was balls deep in my hole and his cum was 9” deep inside my ass. It took me the better part of the day to respond to him. “I’d like that too.” The entire thing was amazing but confusing. We ended up having sex a dozen times before I finally left for college. The last time was so intense I nearly cried from the pleasure. patreon.com/BurnAfterReading769

It was mean indeed.... loved writing it. The Hitchhiker stories were appealing to me, because it had one protagonist, but different story lines, that were not connected to each other. And they were sort of short stories. It was a pleasure to wank over those poor unfortunate twinks....

Part 1 I think of myself as a very average guy. Even when I get compliments about my looks I think that the guys are just trying to play nice or cultivate a fuck buddy relationship. I'm 29 y.o., total bottom, kinda submissive, smooth, 5.57 ft, athletic "twinkish" body (pics attached for better illustration). This day I just needed to get my hole filled with stranger spunk and headed to a bathhouse. That's not something I do frequently because I live a little far from the good sex clubs and i hate getting stuck in traffic after or before a fuck session. So there I was. Took my clothes of, wrapped a towel on my waist and got on the booth. There was a lot of good looking guys walking around or standing in the same spot waiting for a fuck, but most of them looked like they wanted the same as me: getting fucked hard and taking a nice load in the ass. So, i was starting to think I was wasting my time. So i was there standing in the booths hallway when he passed by. He was white daddy around 50 y.o., 6,2 ft, kinda muscular, short grey hair, massive fur in his chest, huge belly but nice pecs, and wasn't handsome at all. As soon as he spotted me, he stopped close and pressed his big bulge under the towel. He wasn't totally soft but I was impressed by his potential thickness. He motioned to enter a booth while he was staring at me and still grabbing his cock. I hesitated a little but since no one was looking I thought I should give it a try. He had a very serious, kind mean look on his face, As i entered the booth he closed the door threw his towel away and forced me on my knees. I was hypnotized by the godly awful smell in his extremely hairy crotch, he definitely didn't shower that day. He had at least 9 uncut inches and was very thick . So the faggot slut possessed me and I sank my face in his huge hairy balls trying to get some of that stinky in it. I must have spent 5 min just licking and smelling his balls and then moved to his cock. I pulled his foreskin and his cock head was covered in cheese. With no hesitation, i put it all in my mouth at once and savored his dirty cock with my tongue. That made him go crazy and he started facefucking me hard and since i have no gag reflex, i forced myself out of his cock and barfed a little on the floor and some of it fell on his foot. That's when his first words came out. He slapped my face really hard and said: - Show me your fuck hole, slut! So i climbed on the booth bed and exposed my hole in doggie style, blinking it as an invite for a good anal fuck. I was hoping he wouldn't use a condom. I looked behind and he was wanking furiously looking at my smooth ass. So he spit on his tool and tried to jam his raw cock at once in my ass, which made me see stars and retract my hole immediately. Every thrust he gained a little more entrance and i lost a little more desire. We never discussed status since practically no words were exchanged, but i always think whoever is fucking me is giving me a poz load to make me hornier. The whole time he had one hand pulling me by the hair and the other pressing my back to force me arch my body. I took his giant cock silently so we didn't grab the attention from the crowd in the other booths. By that point I wasn't feeling pleasure at all, but my mind was tricking me. I had to please this man. I had to let him use me however he wanted because in the dark corners of my mind i truly believe that's how a total bottom should serve a (supposed) total top. He was fucking me for good solid 30 min. The plowing gets harder and harder and i was about to give up and tell him i couldn't take it anymore. But in a sudden move he pulls me by the hair and whispers in my ear: - Get ready you whore, here comes my load! Next thing i was being flooded by the most powerful load i had ever taken. I stood there on all fours tasting his load, desperately twitching my hole trying to absorb it all. I look back and there was that evil look in his face again, almost like he was despising me. Another hair pull: - Now listen to me carefully. We are going to my place now. I always come here to rape some stupid pussy and tonight is your night. Let's go get dressed and follow me. We went downstairs and i was about to bail heading to the smoking area but my legs betrayed me, so we head to the locker room, got dressed, paid and left.

Part 2... So I was getting totally fucked in earnest by this BBC and my slammed up hole was convulsing on his every thrust. Squeezing, milking him for every bit of nut in his enormous sack. "You like that big nigga pipe in your pussy don't you baby? You're gonna get all that nut in yo pussy in a minute. Ohhh" and with that he gave a final thrust and seated his member the deepest it would go in me and his dick began to swell with every pulse. Suddenly, my hole was burning up, as every pulse brought out torrents of nut coating my insides. He collapsed on top of me and began to pull out. "Just wait bitch, Ima call my boys now, and we finna run a train on that pussy. You gonna have so much nigga dick and nut you might explode." Part 3 soon...

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.

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.

Part 70 - Complementary Champagne Kyle woke up and pulled Joe tighter as he kissed the back of his neck. He humped Joe with his hard shaft along Joe’s crack. They made out for several minutes and then moved into the shower. It wasn’t a quick shower and they spent more time kissing and groping than washing off the chlorine and sweat from the night before. They finally dried off and put shorts and tank tops on and headed out for breakfast. They ran into Javier out in the hallway who greeted them with a cheerful “Buenos dias.” Joe and Kyle’s grins told Javier that they had a good night. They inhaled their breakfast and walked around the resort holding hands. “Kinda nice to be able to do this without worrying someone is going to pick a fight” Kyle said, squeezing Joe’s hand. They made it back to the room and Javier had cleaned it up nicely and the card for the champagne was now prominently placed on their bed with a towel folded like a swan. “Oh yeah, can’t forget that” Joe said. They changed into their dry swim suits and headed back to the pool. They drank and relaxed, occasionally taking a trip to the beach to smoke one of the joints that Joe had rolled earlier. They had a buzz going, the sun was out, the music was good, the guys were looking really sexy and all was right with the world. They took a break and noshed on some food from the pool buffet for lunch and decided that the guacamole was the best they ever had. Or at least the best munchie food they ever had. As they sunbathed Joe noticed that several people made comments when they were on their stomachs about the biohazard tattoos. Some seemed to think they were just posers proclaiming they were “bad boys” and others seemed to know what it really meant. The latter group was split 50/50 on it being hot or “stay away from those guys.” Late in the afternoon Joe said “Let’s head back to the room and get our bottle of champagne and enjoy it alone.” “Sure” said Kyle and the two went up to the room. They entered their room and Joe tackled Kyle to the bed, straddling him and giving him a deep french kiss. He rolled off Kyle and jumped on the swan, grabbing the card and then reaching for the phone. He dialed room service and told them about the card and gave them the code that was on the card. “Yes, sir. That is only available from four pm until ten pm. Can you wait for thirty minutes? We will send it up then” were the words from room service. “OK” Joe replied as he looked at the clock and it said 3:27 pm. “What?” asked Kyle. “We can only use it between four and ten. That’s fuckin’ strange. It just means I have you for thirty minutes and I’m gonna take advantage of it” Joe replied. The two rolled around and kissed, groped and sucked like when they had just met. Joe had just gotten Kyle’s cock into his mouth when there was a knock at the door. “Shit!” Joe said. He pulled on his swim suit which barely contained his raging boner and went to the door. “Hola señor. My name is Francisco and I am delivering your champagne” the guy in the resort uniform said. Joe looked him over and noticed he was trembling and figured he was new at the job. “Yes, Francisco. Thank you. Come in” Joe said. Joe watched him walk past and liked the scenery. Francisco looked a few years younger than Joe or Kyle. He was shaven, but he had a full beard who’s stubble was showing. He was an inch or two shorter than Joe and had a full bulge in front and a bubble butt that filled out the uniform pants. Joe could see the shadows of a few tattoos showing through the white shirt on each upper arm. Francisco walked into the room with the ice bucket and bottle in one hand and two glasses in his other hand. “Where would you like the bottle, señor?” “On the table is fine” Joe replied. Kyle was laying on the bed, still naked from their earlier fun. Joe was leaning on the wall in the entry way of the room, watching Francisco closely. “Uh, thank you sir” Francisco said. Joe noticed that he was looking down and trying to avoid eye contact but he also seemed nervous and wanting to say something. “Francisco, can you tell me who gave us this gift?” Joe asked. “Did it not say on the card, sir?” Francisco asked innocently. “No it didn’t” Kyle said, holding up the card. “It is… uh… complements of the resort, sir” Francisco replied unconvincingly. “Is that so? It is very kind. But I think you are not telling us all of the story” Joe said, walking towards Francisco. After a few moments of awkward silence, Francisco said “Uh... Javier… Javier said you had something special you could give me. He has said he wouldn’t but that you might be interested” his voice trembling like his body. “Maybe we can. Is this what you are looking for?” Joe said turning around and pointing to his lower leg. Francisco gasped and then smiled. “Yes, sir. Very much.” “You know that it can kill you, right?” Kyle asked. “Yes sir” Francisco replied. “Why are you eager to get infected, Francisco?” Joe asked. Francisco looked at his feet again, stammering at first while shifting his body uneasily. “Javier and I used to be together. When he got infected he wouldn’t see me any more. I want what he has so we can be together again” he said. “You know that even if you are poz like him, it may never be the same?” Kyle asked. “I want to try, señor” Francisco said, a tear running down his face. “I assume you don’t have to go back to work?” asked Joe. “No, señor. I work until four, that is why I couldn’t deliver until then.” “Well, Kyle. I guess we have a little work to do” Joe said as he walked up to Francisco. “No rest for the wicked, as my grandma used to say” Kyle said. Joe walked behind Francisco and reached around, unbuttoning his shirt. Kyle climbed off the bed and walked over to Francisco, his cock getting stiffer by the step. He reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. “Once we start, we won’t stop. OK?” whispered Joe into his ear. Francisco nodded and pushed off his shoes. He stood there in his red bikini briefs with his pants around his ankles. His bulge seemed to be growing and a wet spot was forming on the red fabric. Kyle took his hand and led him to the bed, Francisco stepping out of his pants. Kyle sat down and Francisco sank to his knees, pulling his underwear off on the way down. He looked up at Kyle and then back down to Kyle's hard cock. A drop of precum formed at the piss slit and then rolled down the side of his shaft. It only dripped down an inch and Francisco’s tongue licked it up. Joe was pulling his swim suit back off as Francisco started to devour Kyle’s cock. Joe sat down on the bed next to Kyle and Francisco moved over to his cock. Every minute or two, Francisco would alternate between the two cocks. Joe looked at Kyle who nodded back. They reached down and grabbed Francisco by the arms and pulled him up on to the bed. Kyle scooted back and Joe stood up. Joe adjusted Francisco’s butt so that it hung over the edge of the bed. He only needed light touches since it seemed that Francisco had done this many times before. Kyle splayed his legs out on either side of their newest chaser and Joe buried his face in the lightly haired butt. Kyle felt the moans around his cock and knew that Joe was rimming Francisco’s ass like he usually did - his tongue poking deep, gentle bites and lots of spit. His ass slicked with spit and Joe’s cock dripping, Francisco seemed to be eager to feel his first toxic cock inside him. Kyle pulled Francisco’s head off his cock and said “This is your last chance to change your mind.” “Please, señor. Give me your devil’s seed” Francisco said. Joe chuckled and thrust his cock inside. Francisco screamed out and Kyle pushed his head down, muffling the tortured scream. Joe felt Francisco’s body spasm around his cock. This wasn’t a spasm from orgasm, it was one attempting to deal with the sudden invasion of a cock without any warning. When Francisco settled down, Joe started to drive his cock in and out. The little bit of spit and the increasing amount of precum was the only thing helping his cock glide in and out. He felt the tight chute grip his cock and tug on his piercing. He was pumping his cock into Francisco’s hole with long, firm strokes. He seemed to be quickly getting used to Joe’s cock and then Joe remembered Javier’s thick cock. If Francisco and Javier had fucked a lot, then Francisco would be used to something thicker than Joe’s cock. Joe had met lots of people that wanted to get pozzed. Some even told him why, but with Francisco doing it to get his lover back was probably the most rational of them all. Joe was drilling in as hard as he could, grinding his hips around with each thrust. After the initial thrust, Francisco hadn’t made a sound other than moans. As hard as Joe could fuck, it elicited nothing other than the sounds of pleasure from Francisco. Joe’s balls began to churn and his breathing got deeper. His thrusts got more irregular and Francisco seized on the cues and worked his ass muscles to milk Joe’s cock. Joe gave a few last thrusts and then felt his balls start to empty. Spurts of charged semen filled Francisco’s ass, coating every surface it could find. Before Joe’s second volley of cum shot out, Kyle had pulled his cock from Francisco’s mouth and was crawling off the bed. Kyle’s spit covered cock was pointing straight out, ready to impale Francisco’s neg hole. As Joe moved aside, Kyle moved in. His cock picked up a glob of cum that was running out of Francisco’s ass. He pushed in and kept going until his balls smacked into Francisco’s. He heard Francisco cry out as his cock filled the sore hole. Kyle wiggled his hips and pulled back, with just the PA ring inside Francisco. He pushed in harder the second time and Francisco groaned. He pulled back faster, doing the same as before but increasing the speed. A dozen strokes later he was pounding the battered hole. Joe had climbed in front of Francisco and fed him his slime coated cock. It diverted some attention away from the abuse that his cunt was taking and Francisco worked feverishly on Joe’s cock, cleaning it from the piercing to his balls. Kyle yanked his cock out and drove back in, causing Francisco to scream out around Joe’s cock. He did it three more times and each time his balls got tighter. On the fourth thrust, he felt his cock begin shooting its death seed into Francisco’s body. Each shot was forceful and his whole body shook. There was a ring of Joe’s cum around the base of his cock outside and inside his cum was mixing with Joe’s. As the shots ended, Kyle pulled back and shoved back in again and he fell forward on top of Francisco’s sweaty back. Once his body recovered, he stood up and pulled his softening cock out of Francisco’s hole. He laid down on the bed and found a tongue licking him clean a few seconds later. Joe watched Francisco give Kyle’s cock the same attention that he had gotten and smiled. He climbed behind Francisco and used his own tongue to lick up the cum that was trying to escape the ravaged pussy. He tried to push it back inside with his tongue, but there was just too much and Francisco’s hole was gaping enough to prevent him holding it all inside. Kyle’s cock was now free of the cum and ass slime and Francisco laid back on the bed between his two breeders. “There are no guarantees, Francisco. Only time will tell” Joe said, staring over at him. “I know, sir. This was my first try, so I hope it works. I will be sore for a few days” Francisco said. Joe got off the bed and walked to the table. He pulled the bottle out of the bucket and removed the foil. He aimed at the bed and twisted the cork out of the champagne and watched it fly. Kyle grabbed it with one hand and Joe filled both glasses. Walking back to the bed he handed one glass to Francisco and sat next to Kyle. Kyle and Joe held the other glass and Joe said “Here’s to our gifts and may they blossom inside you.” The two glasses met and Francisco sipped his while Joe and Kyle shared theirs. They finished the champagne off and Joe gave out sinister laugh. He put his arm around Francisco and led him towards the balcony. The three stepped outside and Francisco turned back at him with a worried look. “Lean against the railing, Francisco” Joe said. “But, sir. People might see me” Francisco begged. “Then you better stay quiet” Kyle replied. Francisco put his hands out and leaned on the railing and then spread his legs out. He was bent over with his head just over the railing. Joe moved in and without any notice slid his cock between the crack and then shoved in. Francisco grunted as quietly as he could and Joe grinned. His strokes started slow and he enjoyed the feeling of the still cum soaked hole wrapped around his cock. His drilling lasted almost twenty minutes and finally Francisco turned his head and said “Please breed me sir.” There was pain in his voice and Joe knew that his hole was completely shredded by now. He thrust in one more time and felt the cum shoot out its bug filled payload. Joe left his cock inside Francisco’s hole for a minute after the last spurt shot out. Both him and Francisco were breathing heavy in the humid air. Kyle had been slowly stroking his cock and when Joe pulled out he was ready to get back inside. Kyle took pity on the abused hole and gently pushed in. Francisco let out a groan as Kyle’s cock poked deeper into his cunt. Kyle fucked slowly and heard a few whimpers come out of the boi’s mouth. The short strokes gradually got longer and then the familiar sound of two bodies slapping together echoed out of the balcony. A head poked around the wall between the balcony next door and Joe and Kyle’s. It was the otter from the shuttle bus. “Damn, guys. You seem to get a lot of action over there” he said as he watched Kyle pound Francisco. Francisco turned his head away, hoping that no one else would see him being fucked. “We’re here to have as much fun as we can” Joe said. Kyle felt his balls churn and knew he was ready to dump another load. He leaned forward, holding Francisco tight and planted his cock in deep. Each pulse shot a rope of tainted cum, adding a fresh load of virus to the ones from earlier and hopefully giving Francisco the gift he desired. The guy next door clapped his hands and said “Fuckin' nice!” before heading back inside his room. Kyle slowly pulled his cock out and pulled Francisco upright with him. He hugged him from behind and then the three went back inside. They showered together, washing off the sweat and cum coating their skin. Francisco dried off and put his uniform back on. “Thank you, I am glad you helped me get my partner back” he said as he opened the door and walked outside. Joe and Kyle looked at each other and smiled. They walked over to the bed and fell back on it, Joe pulling Kyle in close. They passed out and slept for a couple hours. Waking up, they dressed and headed down to a late dinner.

Part 69 - Twinks in the Tub Joe and Kyle went back to their room and found a card on the dresser telling them they had a complimentary bottle of champagne and to call room service to have it delivered at their convenience. Joe chuckled and said “I wonder who sent it?” “I guess we’ll find out when we get it delivered. First I need to crash. That was exhausting” Kyle said as he fell on to the bed. “Yeah, I don’t know which was more tiring, fucking a hot guy in the jungle or riding the jet skis” Joe replied. Joe pulled his and Kyle’s swimsuit off and threw them into the shower and curled up naked behind Kyle on the bed. Joe woke up an hour later feeling Kyle’s tongue poking into his hole. He moaned and pushed his ass back and Kyle dug in deeper. “Fuck! I can still taste his load. He gave you a big one” exclaimed Kyle. He sucked, licked and chewed Joe’s ass for several minutes and then climbed on top. He dragged his cock along the crack and then dripped a mixture of spit and Carlos’s load onto the head of his cock. Kyle slowly pushed it into Joe’s hungry hole. “First time I’ve had a chance to let you feel the new ladder, babe. Seems everyone else keeps getting in the way." The ring popped inside the hole and then Kyle’s mushroom head. He kept pushing slowly and then Joe felt the first bar. Joe let out a loud moan and then felt the second bar push through his outer ring. And then another and another until Kyle was fully into Joe’s ass. Kyle gave a kiss to Joe’s neck and then started to withdraw. Each bar pulled through and then Kyle was almost out. Kyle pushed back in, faster this time and repeated it until he had a good, even rhythm going. Joe was moaning with each thrust and Kyle was in ecstasy. Finally he was able to fuck Joe after several weeks of only being on the receiving end while his cock healed. Kyle put his hands on Joe’s muscular shoulders and started to pound him. “FUCK!” screamed out Joe as his ass was hammered like never before. He could feel Carlos’s load dripping down his balls and figured that a lot of Kyle’s precum was mixed in with it. Suddenly Kyle dropped down onto Joe’s back and Kyle held him tight. Kyle’s cock throbbed and he pumped another charged load into Joe’s ass. Both were breathing heavily, and each was covered in sweat. Each pulse of his cock sent shockwaves through Joe’s body and garnered another moan from Joe. They lay there for several minutes, Kyle’s cock finally softening and he pulled it out. Kyle rolled over and sat on the bed. Joe moved over and lapped at the cum covered cock, sucking it clean and then grabbing the PA with his teeth and shaking his head. “You really did some damage there. I guess I’m gonna have to get used to it, though, cuz I’m not gonna go without getting your cock in me” Joe said, looking up at Kyle with a smile. They showered and dressed before going down for dinner. “Which one should we hit tonight?” asked Kyle. “How about the traditional Mexican one. Its been a long time since I had a real Mexican meal. Anything from taco hell doesn’t count” Joe replied. Kyle laughed and they got seated. The waiter came up, introduced himself as Roberto, and took their drink order. Joe eyed Roberto as he walked away and again when he returned. He seemed to be a little older than most of the staff, Joe guessed early thirties. There was no ring on his hand and Joe liked how the uniform clung to his ass, showing it off nicely. He was taller than a lot of the other staff and probably an inch taller than Joe. He was muscled and his shirt was tight around his biceps. A thin mustache was above a pair of slender, soft lips that were frequently smiling. “Have you gentlemen decided what you would like to order?” Roberto asked. Joe looked up at him and said “Roberto, we rarely get to eat authentic Mexican food. Everything on the menu looks really good, but can you bring us several dishes of what you think we should try while we are here. Don’t worry about it being too hot, Kyle and I like our food and our men to be spicy.” Roberto smiled and told them “I think I can do that. I hope you are adventurous.” He walked away and both Kyle and Joe admired his firm butt. They sipped on their drinks and chatted about how much fun they were having. Soon, the plates started showing up. Roberto brought them empty plates to eat off of and then several plates to share. “The chef was happy to hear that you wanted to experience our local food. Some of these dishes we just make for the staff dinner and aren’t on the menu. Some you have probably heard of - ceviche and pork pibil. You won’t find flavors like these in most Mexican restaurants in the states. I hope you enjoy it. Save room for dessert” Roberto explained. The guys dug in and didn’t stop until every plate was empty. Some of the plates they knew and others they were unwary of and tried a little bite of before finishing it off. Roberto came back a few times to check and just laughed as they inhaled the food. He kept their drinks full and when everything was gone he came back. “You realize that we don’t know what half of what we ate was,” Joe said as they finished off the last plate. "Did you like it?” Roberto asked. “Oh, god, yes. The food was absolutely amazing,” Kyle replied. “Please thank the chef for us,” Joe added. Dessert showed up and it was accompanied by a glass of tequila. “Salut” Joe toasted and they sipped the smooth tequila añejo and ate their dessert. Roberto came over as they finished up. “Thank you for a superb dinner, Roberto” Kyle said as he put a pair of twenty dollar bills in Roberto’s pants pocket. “If you would like to join us later, it would make us even happier” Kyle added. “Thank you, but we cannot mix with the guests. Except… two nights from tonight in the club. It is the one night of the week that the managers.. uh, cover their eyes,” Roberto said. “Mmmm, that sounds like fun. We’ll be sure to be there” Joe said. They wandered around the pool areas trying to walk off part of their huge meal. They made it back out to the beach and this time there were four lounge chairs occupied with couples fucking. They found the lesbian couple under the same tree as the night before and Joe turned to Kyle, saying “I hope they went back to their room to sleep at some point” and laughed. They wandered back towards the buildings and noticed that there was a secluded hot tub with tall plantings all around it, obscuring the view from the paths and the rooms. There was a sign that warned that nudity was allowed in this area and when they peered around the shrubs they saw four naked guys in the tub. Joe figured that the tub could seat at least a dozen people so there would definitely be room for them. “Feel like a hot dip?” Joe asked. “Oh yeah. Lets get out of these clothes and come back down” Kyle replied. The two walked quickly back to the room and shed their good clothes and put on their swim trunks and t-shirts. They grabbed more pool towels from the closet and started to walk to the door when Joe said “One thing first.” He dug into his backpack and opened the baggie. He quickly rolled a joint and grabbed the lighter before heading out on to the balcony. Kyle followed closely behind and the two enjoyed a peaceful toke. With the joint finished, they kissed each other deeply and went downstairs. Kyle grabbed a couple beers at the bar and they wandered the grounds trying to find the hot tub again. As they got near the clothing optional hot tub, they heard laughing and splashing. “They may have started without us” Kyle said. As they rounded the corner and went into the spa area, the guys in the tub all stopped and looked over at them. “Room for two more?” asked Joe as he felt all eight eyes on him. “For you guys, hell yeah!” said one of the two blond guys. Joe pulled his shirt off and waited for Kyle to do the same. The tail of his scorpion tattoo stuck up just above the top of his spandex trunks, just like he had planned. He could feel his cock start to thicken and was sure the guys in the pool could see it snake across his trunks. One of the guys in the tub gave a whistle and the two started walking to the edge where no one was seated. “Take it all off or you can’t get in” the other blond guy said. Joe chuckled and looked at Kyle before they both slid their trunks off. “Oh my god” said one of the other guys in the hot tub, a tall, thin ginger haired guy with gauged ears, and pierced nipples on his lightly hairy chest. Joe and Kyle couldn’t see his eight inch uncut cock but eventually they would. They put their cups at the edge and then stepped into the pool and sat down. Everyone seemed to be eyeing each other closely. Joe took a gulp of beer and put his cup back as one of the blond guys said “Hey, I’m Jace and this is my brother Jax.” Joe looked the brothers over and he could tell they were related. Both were shaggy blond haired, blue eyed and stood about 5 foot 6. They just had a wisp of fuzz on their bodies and had trimmed their pubes down to almost nothing. Other than the single stud earring on both ears, there wasn’t a mark to be found. “Ahh, brothers. I was wondering if you hunted everywhere to find a boyfriend that was a mirror image of you” Joe said with a laugh. “I’m Joe and this is my boyfriend Kyle” Joe added. “Yeah, some people think we’re twins but we’re not. We’re only ten months apart, I guess dad was really horny after Jace was born” Jax said. “Hmm, gay brothers. Just like you and Mark” Kyle said with a smirk. Joe and Kyle’s eyes turned to the other pair in the tub, waiting for their introduction. “Oh, I’m Casey and this is my partner Drew” said the ginger haired guy in a slight southern drawl. Kyle looked over Drew and he wasn’t the type of guy he expected to be with a guy like Casey. He was built like a linebacker and stood at least three inches taller than his boyfriend. He was an imposing guy. His brown hair was buzzed short and his face was covered in scruff. His body was bulging with muscles and covered with tattoos that extended most of the way down to his wrist and waist, unlike his partner who didn’t appear to have any ink. Joe noticed that Jace and Jax both scrunched their faces up after the introductions. He saw Jax turn to Jace and say quietly “boyfriends and partners, I guess you’re gonna have to take care of me again tonight.” Joe winked at Kyle who was taking a sip from his beer. “Well, we’re pretty open, so if you want to have some fun with someone besides your brother, we can probably help” Kyle said. Casey smiled and said “We’re open too. I think it would be hot to watch two brothers fuck but even hotter to watch them get fucked next to each other.” “Oh hell yeah” said Jace before adding “we’re both mostly bottoms.” “Ok, Jace and Jax, give us a show” Joe said. With that, Jace turned to Jax and started making out with him. Their hands dropped into the bubbling water so no one knew who was playing with what. Casey and Drew slid over near Joe and Kyle to get a better view while Jace and Jax got hornier and hornier. Finally, Jax ended the kiss and hopped onto the edge of the hot tub, his cock rock hard and pointing to the stars. Jace moved between his legs and took his cock into his mouth. The guys watched the two brothers go at it and started to stroke their own shafts in the warm bubbling water. After several minutes, Drew stood up and walked across the pool and said “You’re only getting half of his cock in your mouth, a good blowjob goes all the way in.” Drew grabbed Jace’s hair with his fist, pushing on the back of his head forcing it all the way down, so that Jax’s trimmed blond bush was pressed hard against Jace’s face. He held it there and saw Jax’s eyes get bigger as he felt Jace’s throat touch his cock for probably the first time. After half a minute, Drew let Jace off and he gasped for air while large globs of spit dripped off his face. Drew pushed his head back down to Jax’s cock, but this time let Jace bob on it, his hand making sure that he took almost all of Jax’s cock into his mouth. Soon Jace was deep throating Jax’s cock on his own and Drew moved back and sat next to Joe. After several more minutes of sucking and slobbering over Jax’s cock, Jace pulled off and bent over the edge of the pool. Jax climbed behind him and rubbed his spit covered cock on his brother’s hole. Jax spit on the hole and pushed a finger in, working the spit inside. He spit again and then used his cock to push the second gob in. He slowly pushed in and then stopped when his brother whined. He rocked his body and worked his cock in deeper until all four and a half inches were in Jace’s hole. It was a jerky motion and Joe could tell that Jax was nervous having an audience. He kept fucking slowly for several more minutes. The guys watched and soon realized that Jax was almost as bad of a fucker as his brother was a cocksucker. At the very least, his short cock was not going to do a good job opening up Jace’s hole for the four other guys. Casey got up and moved behind Jax, putting his hand just above Jax’s butt and tried to get him into a regular rhythm and to fuck harder. Casey’s finger slipped down and rubbed between the crack and the tip of his finger began massaging Jax’s pucker. Both Jace and Jax were moaning until Casey pushed his whole finger into Jax’s hole. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get Jax to start shooting his cum into his brother. Jax fell forward on to Jace’s back, bucking his hips, half to get his cock and cum inside his brother and half to get Casey’s finger into him. After the orgasm passed, Jax kissed his brother’s head and backed away, his soft cock falling out of Jace’s now cummy hole. Casey pushed Jax next to his brother and bent him over. Drew stood back up and moved over behind Jace and kneeled down to run his tongue between the two mounds of flesh. His tongue scooped up the cum that was dripping out of the hole and then licked and dug his tongue into the tight hole. He sucked some more cream out and stood up and shared it with Casey in a deep, wet kiss. Drew spit the remainder out onto his hand and rubbed it up and down his thick 6 and a half inch cock. He pried apart Jace’s ass and aimed his bare cock at the hole. He pushed his cock into Jace’s cum slick hole, ignoring the protests as Jace’s hole was stretched far wider than it had from his brother’s cock. “I assume since you took your brother’s cock bare, you won’t mind me raw fucking you” Drew said. He didn’t wait for Jace to say anything and pulled back and thrust his unsheathed cock back in. Casey was fingering Jax’s hole like he had been earlier but now had added a glob of spit that had some of Jax’s own cum mixed with it. It helped Casey get two and then three of his long slender fingers inside Jax. Jax’s response was almost all moaning, unlike his brother’s whimpering. Satisfied Jax was ready, Casey aimed his thin eight inch shaft at Jax’s pussy and drove in deep and hard. Jax grunted and then returned to moaning as Casey started thrusting his hips back and forth. Casey and Drew had different styles of fucking their bottoms but both seemed to be enjoying raw dicking the brothers. Joe and Kyle sat back, stroking their cocks as they watched Casey and Drew prep the brother’s holes for them. After another fifteen minutes, Joe needed to get his cock in something other than his fist. He stood up and got behind Drew’s muscled ass. Using spit, he slid his fingers between the two halves of hairy muscle and entered Drew’s pussy. The move didn’t seem to startle Drew at all and quickly Joe realized that Drew was used to guys coming up behind him and playing with his ass before they fucked him. He knew the type well and figured Drew probably had been fucked hundreds of times in locker rooms over the years. His fingers worked Drew’s hole and he wondered what caused Casey to say “oh my god” when Joe and Kyle had taken their swim suits off. Was it the scorpion tattoo? Was it the size of their semi-hard cocks? Or was it the cock piercings? It didn’t matter since Drew wasn’t trying to stop Joe from fingering him. He matched the speed of Drew’s now slower fuck and dropped a glob of spit on the head of his cock. Joe swapped his fingers and cock and then drove in faster on Drew’s next stroke and sunk into his warm chute. Drew let out a guttural moan and adjusted his motions to fuck himself on Joe’s dick. Joe decided that his earlier thought was right, Drew was an experienced bottom and could adjust to any size cock without much trouble. Drew resumed his earlier pace, fucking into Jace and then back onto Joe. Joe looked over and saw Casey staring at his partner being sandwiched between Joe and Jace. He gave Joe a big grin and began hammering Jax’s ass. Jax’s moans became groans and then grunts. After a few more minutes, Casey slammed in and let his cum fly. “Oh fuck yeah! Breed me!” yelled out Jax who was feeling every twitch of Casey’s cock inside him and the warmth from his big creamy load. Kyle figured it was his turn now on Jax’s cunt but when Casey pulled out he bent over and started eating Jax’s cum filled hole. Kyle chuckled but wasn’t going to turn down Casey’s ass which seemed to be eager for his fingers, tongue and cock. He leaned forward and kneeled behind Casey, diving into his ass tongue first. He licked and poked around the flexing hole and then used his finger to stretch the puckered hole open. It seemed that Casey was adept at relaxing his pussy and Kyle wanted to spend more time with his cock inside than his fingers or tongue. He pushed some spit inside and stood up. He placed his cock on the hole and leaned in, letting his body weight force his cock inside. He felt Casey tense up and then relax and then his piercing and head popped inside. He let Casey adapt for a moment and then started pumping his cock in and out slowly. He got deeper with each stroke and then the ladder started to ripple past Casey’s outer ring. He heard Casey start to yell out but pushed his head deeper into Jax’s ass. After a dozen strokes, Casey seemed to get used to the feeling and Kyle fucked harder. He looked over and saw Joe start to thrust into Drew and knew he was close. Joe slammed in and drove Drew’s cock all the way into Jace. Joe unleashed shots of poisonous seed into Drew’s cunt and it triggered Drew to dump his load into Jace. The two stood there flexing and bucking as both filled their bottoms. Kyle felt his cock twitch, knowing Joe had just flooded Drew with his toxic load. He kept thrusting into Casey, wanting to enjoy the tight hole a while longer before he bred him. Joe pulled back a bit and Drew slowly fucked his load deeper into Jace, while working the load in his ass deeper too. Both pulled out completely and stepped back. Joe watched a drop of cum fall out of Jace’s ass into the pool and then turned to Drew who leaned down and kissed him. Joe bent over and licked and sucked Drew’s cock, taking it all the way on the third bob. Drew let out a loud moan and everyone turned to see Joe sucking Drew’s cock. It didn’t last long before Jace started to whine about his empty hole. Joe went down two more times and then flicked his tongue over the tip of Drew’s cock and moved into position behind Jace. He gave a swift slap to Jace’s ass and said “You’ll get fucked when we want to fuck you.” Joe could feel Drew come up behind him and then felt Drew’s hands on his shoulders. He figured that Drew was going to give him payback as soon as he got his cock inside Jace. Joe put his hands on each butt cheek and pulled them apart with his thumbs, looking at the pearly cream drip out of the boi’s hole. His cock was still hard and he bet that Jace would be even tighter than Drew was. Joe circled the piercing around Jace’s hole and then pushed in. He saw Jace writhe as his cock ripped its way inside. Joe wasn’t going to go easy on the slut and just firmly pushed all the way in until his bush was kissing Jace’s pussy. Joe pulled back half way and then shoved back in. Some might have thought it was an asshole move, since Jace was clearly uncomfortable with the force his cock was going in. But Joe was showing the younger boy who was boss. If Jace wanted to get fucked by someone other than his brother, he would have to let Joe fuck him when and how Joe wanted. Kyle was now pounding Casey’s hole and driving his face into Jax’s ass. When he got a little too hard, Casey would wiggle and try to escape, but Kyle wasn’t going to let that happen. Holding Casey firm, he drilled and felt the cum rise from his balls. Grabbing Casey’s shoulders, he pulled himself as deep as possible and let his cum start shooting into Casey’s empty cunt. He knew he still had Jax to fuck and hoped his balls would keep some cum in reserve. Casey let out a loud moan when he felt the cum start to fill his guts. Kyle leaned forward and held Casey tight, letting the pulses die down and his adrenaline fade too. Joe saw Drew’s head over his shoulder, watching his cock drive into Jace’s hole. “Yeah, fuck him. Make him feel all of your cock” Drew said. Joe wasn’t sure he wanted a commentary to his fuck but Drew was definitely bigger than him so he ignored it. Joe fucked faster and his body was slapping against Jace with each inward thrust. When he got Jace stretched open, he really enjoyed the fuck. His precum and Drew’s cum lubed the hole nicely and there was just the right amount of pressure on his cock to not make him cum too soon but also not too loose. He doubted that most of the guys that had fucked Jace had been as rough as he had been, based on the whimpers and groans. It was going to get harder too, as he felt Drew wrap his arm around Joe’s chest and started rubbing his nipple with his thumb. Joe pounded faster and and Drew started pinching. He hammered Jace for a few minutes and then when Drew pinched and twisted his nipple, Joe slammed in and felt his cock pump ropes of infected jizz into Jace’s hole. Joe looked over and saw Kyle mounting Jax, having pushed Casey out of the way. He heard Casey say “Holy fuck” and then move in behind Kyle. Joe pulled his cock from Jace’s ass and found Drew turning his body and then Drew dropped to his knees sucking Joe’s cock clean. “Nice tat, Kyle. You gonna knock him up like you just did me?” Casey whispered in Kyle’s ear, his chest pressed against his back. Kyle shoved his cock into Jax’s hole and said “mmhmm.” Anyone else would have though he was moaning, but Casey was close enough to understand what he meant. Kyle pulled back a bit and shoved his cock in hard, feeling Casey’s load coat his cock for the next thrust. Jax had a long break between fucks and his hole had tightened up so it was almost like he hadn’t been fucked by Casey earlier other than the cum filling. The tightness around his cock and the comments from Casey told him he wasn’t going to last very long. He drilled Jax’s hole and realized that Jax and his brother sounded the same when they whimpered from a hard fuck. Jax seemed to be trying to pull away from the Kyle's assault and Kyle knew that the tender fuckhole was getting shredded from his piercings with such a hard treatment. Even Joe had problems earlier and he never got as rough as he was with Jace. “Breed him. Tag his hole” Casey encouraged as Kyle pounded Jax. His balls tightened up and his cock swelled leading Jax to cry out. Ramming in deep, he felt the first of a half dozen spurts of virulent seed pump in and mix with Casey’s cum. Jax was still whimpering and whining when Kyle pulled his cock out. Casey wasted no time and had his tongue lapping at the spooge covered cock. Kyle looked over and Drew was just finishing up cleaning Joe’s cock. He gave Joe a wink and a grin and let Casey finish licking all the tainted seed on his cock and balls. Jace and Jax were still bent over the side of the pool almost as if they were waiting for the next round. Joe and Kyle pulled their cocks out of Casey and Drew’s mouths and sat back down on the other side of the hot tub feeling the jets soothe their bodies with hot water. They leaned in and kissed each other as Casey and Drew took a seat next to them. Jace and Jax started to move and Joe said “Hold it. Stay there, we want to enjoy this view for a while.” The four chuckled as they looked at the two ravaged holes, cum dripping off their balls and running down their legs into the pool.

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.

3. The Cake Night had fallen again and Austin and I lay in my bed spooning, his cock having just softened enough to slip from my gaping hole a small dribble of cum following it out. “You sure you’re alright,” Austin said, he had asked me this after each of the three more load he had dumped in my hole. “Yeah, I’m sure.” I was more then sure, I had slipped into a cum lust. It was a sensation, a need, a craving that I had never before experienced. With each load I took my lust grew, and I started to gently grind my ass again Austin’s crotch and he held me. “Jesus,” he said, laughing a little, “You can still be horny.” “Well,” I replied sheepishly. Taking one of his hands and leading it down to my still rock hard cock. I had cum several times as he fucked me but that wasn’t enough, it no longer was about me shooting loads but rather me taking them. “Nine loads of POZ cum and you still want more, you’re more of a cumslut then I am.” He laughed. I turned my head awkwardly to kiss him, and I felt his cock beginning to harden again, pressing against my ass cheeks. “I’ve got an idea,” Austin said, breaking out kiss and rolling out of the bed, “stay there, and don’t let any more of that cum drip out of your hole.” He padded out of the room completely naked his half hard cock swinging in a wide arch as he walked. I rolled over onto my stomach and waited. I head Austin wandering around the rest of the apartment, and then a few minutes later he came back into my room, his cell phone in hand. He got back in bed, put his phone on the nightstand and looked at me with a crooked smile. “How about you start sucking my cock again, slut,” he said playfully, “get in nice and hard before I stuff it back in your sloppy cunt.” Austin lay flat stretched out on the bed, and I shifted down so I was on all fours between his legs my face level with his steadily swelling cock. I took the growing meat in my mouth and started to suck, swallowing its full length while that was still manageable. I could feel my jaw stretching as his cock grew in my mouth forcing my lips wider and wider. As I bobbed my head up and down slathering his cock with spit, I heard his phone go off. As I continued to choke myself on his cock he checked the text and sent a quick reply. Another minute or two passed and my jaw was becoming sore stretched around his massive dick, when his phone went off again. Austin again checked his phone, and sent a reply, this time after he put his phone back down he looked at me and said with a wry smile, “Ride my cock.” I quickly jumped into position my legs on either side of his hips, his cock brushing against my ass. I shifted and took hold of his dick in my hand, guiding him to my cum-lubed hole, and sat down on his now fully erect cock. I sank slowly down on the shaft my hole tender from the obscene amount of cock it had taken in the past sixteen hours. When I had fully impaled myself on his cock I began to rock slowly back and forth lubing up his cock with the many POZ loads that still filled my ass. Austin pulled me to him, pressing my chest hard against his, kissing me roughly on the mouth. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place as he kissed me. I heard something behind me, out in the rest of the apartment but Austin held me fast. I could sense that there was someone else in the room, but still Austin kept a tight grip on me, slowly bucking his cock in my loose and sloppy hole as he tongue fucked my mouth. Then the weight on the bed changed and I knew that there was someone else in the bed with us. The mysterious stranger moved between Austin’s legs and I felt big rough hands on my ass cheeks. My heart was pounding. I considered running, pulling away from Austin, but despite my fears I didn’t want too. Austin understood my cumlust and had said that he had an idea of how to slake it so I would trust him. Just as I had come to that decision I felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock head rubbing up and down my ass crack. This new cock quickly found my already filled hole, and despite Austin’s thick cock already being lodged inside of me, began to press against my straining sphincter. For a long moment it seemed as though the mysterious stranger’s cock would never be able to breach my hole no matter how hard he pressed until all of a sudden my hole gave way. It was like I was being torn in two. My hole, which until the night before had been a tight sphincter, bust open and became a wide sloppy cunt. I pulled my mouth away from Austin and pressed myself up till my arms were locked straight, arching my back, pressing my ass into the two cocks that now filled my hole. I looked over my shoulder now and saw Rick, a wicked smile playing across his strong handsome face. “Austin told me you couldn’t get enough POZ cock after I bred your cunt last night,” he said, “He and I are gonna wreck you good, and then if that’s not enough we’ll take you to the bathhouse, strap you to a sling and let every cock in the place dump a load in you.” My cock twitched, and my hole pulsed around their fat cock. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?” “Yes,” I replied. Rocking my hips a little to fuck myself on their cocks. “You really are a cumslut,” Austin said. “Alright Austin,” Rick said, putting a hand on my back and pressing me forward so I lay flat on top of Austin’s smooth chest again, “let’s wreck this bitch.” Rick pulled out till just his cock head was inside of me, and then slammed back inside. Pushed forward like I was Austin could buck his hips up and down jack hammering my hole. It took them a few moments to find a rhythm but soon they were pounding me in unison, their two cock moving as one inside of my gaping hole. I screamed and moaned, their cocks battering my prostate and they fucked me. Sweat pored off of all three of us and the stench of sex became the only thing I could smell. We must have fucked like that for almost half an hour before Rick said, “You ready Austin?” “Yeah, let's breed his hole.” Together they slammed into me a few more times, Austin stopping a few strokes before Rick slamming balls deep inside of me. Both of their cocks were thrust past my second sphincter as they shot their massive POZ loads deep inside of me. They each fucked my now destroyed hole one more time that night before dressing me in a dirty old jock of Austin’s; a leather harness; and stuffing a butt plug, so large that the day before I would have questioned why any one would every need something that big, in my hole, and whisking me off to the bathhouse. Rick hoisted me into a sling while Austin attached my arms and legs to the restraints. The plug was then removed and my gaping cum filled hole exposed to the small collection of men who had already gathered around me. By the time I got home the next morning my once tight, condom only hole had been transformed into a cum dripping rosebud. I looked at my hole in the mirror in my bedroom before passing out, reveling the way my swollen ass lips puckered. I ran my finger along the rim of my hole remembering the way my hole had looked in the mirror over the sling as I took my first fist that night. I would never be the same prude again. I called into work; slept most of the day and then that night went back to the bathhouse. I never even bothered getting a room; I just got a locker and went straight to the sling. As I looked at myself in the mirror above me I knew that this would be a regular haunt of mine from then on.