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Sorry gents, as it often does life got in the way a bit. I circled back a couple days ago, and had to re-read this myself to get the brain rolling again. After a few false starts, happy to say new chapters are underway. Reid is definitely in for some hot and heavy adventures, and they're going to "cum" hot, fast, and heavy! +=========================+ As is the case when you're looking forward to something, time passes painfully slow. I tried to avoid thinking about our impending fuck fest, but every time I took a piss through the day, it hurt more and more. I began to wonder if I had hurt myself with the sounds, though I hadn't been any more aggressive than normal when massaging my prostate. I freshened up with another quick shower around 6, and when I hopped out I noticed Ryan had messaged me, asking if it would be okay if he and Drew brought yet another bud along. Apparently my ass must have had a growing reputation thanks to those two. I figured the old adage, "in for a penny, in for a pound," pretty much applied here, so I replied that they could bring him. About 30 minutes later there was the anticipated knock on the door, and this time I answered it with some clothing on. There stood Ryan and Drew, both as I remembered them, but along with them stood a third man who looked rough, and I mean the kind of rough where he looked like he needed to take better care of himself. He wasn't my ideal fuck type at all, but given the two he was with I knew I could focus on them and he would simply be there in the background in my mind. As had become the routine normally (except for this morning), we headed for the bedroom and once there everyone began to shuck clothes. Drew was already half-hard, with another off-color strand of precum hanging down from his piss slit. Ryan looked his normal self, not much muscle mass and those purple blotches across his chest, but my eyes quickly fixated on that cock of his, as his shaft began to expand and his oversized mushroom started to rise. I then looked over at their friend, who introduced himself as Dirk. Dirk was the same height as Drew, but couldn't have weighed more than 150 pounds. I could see his rib cage and his skin looked dry. My best guess put him in his 50s, though I couldn't have known he was a year younger than Ryan. He had the same purple blotches as Ryan and Drew all over his chest, abdomen, and upper legs. And there, between those legs, was a cock with a thickness just less than Drews, and a cock head just smaller than Ryan's. He combined the best of both cocks, and he was already erect and throbbing at a solid 9". He was cut, like Ryan, and I noticed a couple of the purple bruises on his cock as well. Ryan saw me looking over Dirk and quickly moved in and smothered me with a kiss as I felt Drew kneel behind me, spread my cheeks, and begin probing my ass with his tongue. I moaned into Ryan's mouth as his tongue began exploring the inside of my own mouth, and I closed my eyes and allowed the bliss to envelop me. I sensed Dirk moving around behind me and shortly after felt his two warm hands gently grip my shoulder and begin to massage my upper back. Fuck, he knew what he was doing. We must have been quick a pile of man-flesh there in the middle of my bedroom. Everyone seemed to be doing their part to hold me upright as each worked a part of my body; I was in heaven. I felt Drew pull his tongue away from my ass and he shifted himself around and swallowed Dirk whole, sloppily deep-throating him and coating his cock with his saliva. After a few minutes of this, I hear him stop and sensed him shift out of the way as Dirk came up behind me and positioned his cock at the entrance to my ass. He gave a few short mini-thrusts, and his head popped in on the fourth thrust. Drew's tongue had done excellent work opening me up. Dirk slowly sank himself fully into me and came to a halt pressed up against me. I could feel his ribs against my back, but only for a moment as he slowly withdrew and slid in again. He repeated this a few times before I felt him slam into me several times in rapid succession and roar in my ear as his warmth spread deep into my bowls. "Fuck that was nice, I needed to release that one," he muttered as he slowly softened and begin to pull his cock from my ass. "Plenty more where that came from, gotta make sure the job gets done." Drew chuckled and I felt him slide in behind me, and start fingering my hole. His finger kept moving deep into my hole, and I felt it begin to twist around inside. It felt a little rough, but Ryan had my lips locked and I couldn't say anything. For a minute or so Drew continued probing my hole with his thin finger, until he pulled out with a curious feel. He rose to his feet and stepped behind me and slowly began to press his precum-smothered head to my anal opening. He decided not to go slow, and as I felt the tip of his arrowhead part my lips he slammed forward and hilted himself balls-deep. I cried out into Ryan's mouth and my eyes teared up; his entry had been the most painful I'd experienced. Much like this morning's first fuck, he brutally pounded me from behind as I heard Dirk softly egg him on. "Yeah, work that seed in there. Really fuck him and load him deep, ruin that hole so it's never quite the same." I began to feel a little uneasy, but just then Ryan reached around and hugged me tight and for some reason I relaxed, despite the pistoning of Drew behind me. Having already cum twice today, it took him about 20 minutes to finally reach orgasm, and as he swelled and exploded deep in my ass, my hole felt like it was on fire. I realized he only cared about fucking me, and really nothing else, and a part of me felt sad at this fact. He held himself still, once again cursing at how much it hurt to cum, and after I felt his cock begin to ease its spasms, he went back to work slamming my ass for all it was worth. My hole had become loose and sloppy, I could hear the sloshing as Drew slammed around in there. His fourth load was forever in cumming, and after nearly a half-hour, he swelled inside me and pushed as deep as ever and rockets a few more ropes of his cum into my second hole. This time he held himself deep, shuddering and moaning, until he gradually softened and his cock fell out. He dropped to his knees and I felt him again slide his longest finger up inside me, twisting it around as deeply as he could. How I could still feel anything inside my hole was beyond me. After a couple minutes of work, my ass hurt in so many ways, and still I knew Ryan had not yet cum. His dick had been pinched between us and had softened somewhat, but as I felt it begin to achieve full bloat I knew I still had another several loads to take. He broke our kiss as my lips felt chapped from the constant workout, and he looked at me with a surprisingly tender glance and using his thumbs to wipe away the tears. He took my right hand and led me to the bed where he had me lay on my back and slowly pushed my legs up to my chest. His mushroom head found my hold and met no resistance; he slid balls deep. Drew and Dirk both joined us on the bed, as I felt a shiver run through my body. Both placed their hands on the back of each thigh closest to them and began gently kneading those muscles as Ryan began to withdraw and slide back in. His giant head always acted as a plunger, and this time was no different as his thrusts pushed Dirk's and Drew's loads deeper into me. He established a gentle rhythm, working my hole over in a way that I knew he understood how much I was hurting at the moment, but also in a way he could bring himself across the finish line as well. It didn't take him long, and after just a few short minutes his breath got ragged and his head swelled a bit painfully that deep in my ass and with one finally thrust I felt him break deep into my colon before loading me with one of his cum enemas. He held himself deep inside me, a bit uncomfortably so as I felt my abdomen begin to fill. After a couple minutes the feeling subsided and he returned to his gentle in-and-out. I noticed to my left Dirk was stroking himself back to full mast, and for the first time I felt a little repulsed by his look. He looked almost sickly, and I shivered again thinking I had allowed him to cum in me. Ryan needed a bit of time to work up to his second load, and after about 20 minutes he deposited another enema deep inside me. My bowels felt like they were swollen, as if someone had pissed inside me, and yet I apparently wasn't done. Ryan got a determined look on his face and suddenly began a rapid and almost Drew-like brutal thrusting deep into my hole. I could feel the cum sloshing around inside me from the suction, and I glanced down and noticed a bump moving around where my own slight definition of abs were located. I realized I was seeing Ryan's cock head pushing against my inner abdomen and I tensed up in a moment of panic. It took him 15 minutes of tearing my ass up to deposit a third and final load from him. He closed his eyes, avoiding meeting mine, and he sighed and with a slight grin withdrew his cock from my hole. It was streaked red with blood. I knew real damage had occurred inside my hole, and seeing his cock looking like that made me question everything we had done over the last two weeks or so. Dirk shifted himself between my legs with his now-again solid boner, and this sickly-looking man slide into my ass with barely any resistance. Covered in his purple bruises and skinny as he was, I closed my eyes and hoped he would finish quickly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUCCKK..." He hilted and came. He held himself in place as he spasmed, and I opened my eyes to find him staring into them. I felt cold, my body began to shiver. "You really have a great ass man. Ruined now, but amazing to have been inside it," he said as he shuddered, releasing his last drops of cum into me. Well maybe if you guys had gone a bit gentler, it wouldn't be so sloppy and ruined I thought. Dirk laughed first, and Ryan and Drew started almost immediately after him. "Kid, you really don't know how much we enjoyed that," he said chuckling. "But you probably need to get some rest now, you're looking a bit rough for the wear." I was feeling pretty exhausted, and my throat was dry. They dressed quickly and I walked them to the door, a stream of cum beginning to slide down my legs as I brought up the rear; my hole was unable to fully close, nor contain all the cum that had been deposited beyond its gates. I closed the door and made for the shower. The hot water felt good and I grabbed my largest butt plug and worked it in, stemming the flow of seed. I noticed the cum on the shower floor was pink, and as it flowed into the drain I knew my hole had been absolutely wrecked. I toweled off and slipped into bed. It wasn't too late yet, but I decided I was going to go for a run the next morning. I needed to get out and do something other than just offer up my ass. Yet as I drifted off to sleep, I kept thinking of Dirk and how rough he had looked. I needed to perhaps be a bit more selective of the guys I let fuck me, and I entered my dreams deciding I would take more care in the future.

I like to put my bottom on his back, spread his legs wide apart and hoist his feet back over his shoulders. That position presents his arsehole perfectly and I can get stuck in real deep and seed his guts, so deep that my load stays inside him.

After about 10 minutes, the doctor comes back into the room, and removes the headphones. Telling me, you’ve probably not been able to accept the “gift” from your partner because the virus really needs to get into your bloodstream. He tilts the table head up so I can see better, and takes out what looks like a test tube cleaning brush, but the spines are made of metal. He inserts it into my ass, twisting, turning, pumping in and out until it’s dripping with blood. Now that’s a more receptive hole he said. But we like to be thorough and make sure you get at least two entry points for the virus. He puts a rubber band around my upper arm, and cleans off one of my surface veins. The assistant brings over a portable intravenous stand. The doctor inserts an IV into my arm and connects a bag that’s got a slightly clear yet reddish colour. This is one of our special formulas for your conversation therapy. It’s a mixture of saline fluid to keep you hydrated, it also contains a healthy dose of Tina to keep you spun at the right level all the time, and half a litre of HIV infected blood. He then pulls out a small syringe and injects into the IV feed tube what I now know was a very strong dose of Tina. My head rolls back as the sudden rush hits me. I believe you’re ready for the first breeding room now. The doctor and assistant pull me off the table, and bringing the IV stand, I’m walked down the hall to the next room. More to come soon.

I had been playing with a Poz Top Daddy for a few months, hoping to get the gift, but nothing was taking. After we finished our last session, he sat me up and handed me a business card. This boy is the “Positive Outcomes Clinic”. If you really want to become Poz, book an appointment with them. I was for some reason really nervous when I called the clinic, but the receptionist on the phone was really friendly and helped to calm my fears. We discussed the booking process but said if you want to know our procedures, you’ll have to come in for free consultation. I took a leap of faith and booked for Friday afternoon. Friday afternoon came and I found the place in a nondescript office building on one of the upper floors. It was all professional looking, like a doctor’s office with a few chairs, reception desk, really looking like a medical clinic. The receptionist took my name and ushered me into one of the small consultation rooms where he gave me a fizzy, slightly bitter drink while I waited for the “doctor”. As I was sipping the drink the “doctor” came in and told me about the clinic was specifically setup for men who were serious about becoming Poz and were having difficulty doing so. The fee was almost $2,000, but the drink was starting to make me feel more relaxed. He gave me a credit card terminal and I swiped my card. He told me we can get started right away, I just needed to fill out some consent and health forms. Once the forms were filled out I was ushered to a larger examination room and was told to strip and lay down on a gynecological exam table and put my feet in the stirrups. The doctor took some bloodwork and began examining my body, especially my hole. He had his receptionist shave my ass. At this point I was really relaxed and to be honest, quite buzzed from the drink. The doctor explained that they regularly collect high viral load cum from selected members of the community. With that, he went to a small fridge and removed a syringe with about 200ml of white fluid. He explained this was Phase 1 of tonight and we go with a starter dose that also acts as lube for the rest of the procedures. With that, he inserted the syringe into my hole while the receptionist put my cock into a cage. The doctor then took a vial of white powder, dipped his finger into it and inserted it knuckle deep into my ass. This will burn for a bit, but it makes things so much easier for you. He left saying I’ll be back in a few minutes as put headphones over my ears playing club music and turned the lights to a deep dark red. Part 2 coming very soon

Last night... and again this morning, my FB just left and damn i feel so good. After 5 years now, i have over 1000 of His nuts in me and He definitely owns a piece of me. About a year ago, He morphed from Total Top to versatile Top. me fucking him is pretty standard now, but i have only cum in him once. He always wants to finish by fucking and penetrating me, He calls it "bitching" me, which i find hot. The way He touches and holds my waste and hips when He is pounding me totally possesses me. And, He is one of the only Guy's i can actually feel when He shoots. He rarely makes a sound or has a final deep thrust, i can actually feel His seed going into me, which i find amazing. Though i identify as total bottom, he's an exception for me because i realize he's still finding his identity, and i just love him in a way where it's not really a violation of who and how i am. i have found i can retain my sense of bottom by not having my own orgasm with him. my ideal is to share one orgasm with a Guy (His), and i have only ever had my own orgasm with Him once. He doesn't really seem to need or want me to have my own orgasm, and seems to get intuitively that i am sated by His orgasm inside of me, and He has bred me every single time we've been together, except once, He came in my mouth. i'm grateful for what i have with Him, and i suspect he feels similarly. Though he's really quiet, he is on the DL and always the one who initiates, and that happens 3-5 times a week now for five years.

Let’s see those XXL dildos and monster Toys!! I’ll start…

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Before HIV, there was the unfortunately named AYDS Diet Plan (no kidding)! RUFF Lessons: First Story here and I’m not going to ask you to be kind – It is not in my nature, please be brutal, especially if it pleases you. For that innocent reader, there are some life lessons of mine which I have diaried in the ‘Book of Dick’ which I have edited to toss out irrelevant data such as remove the top from 35 MM Film Canisters when you shove it up your virgin ass (BEFORE) you insert because (if) the top comes off you will have two fissures of slices as you try to remove the cap. Twinks today are unlikely to ever have one in their possession so – you know – jus sayin. That advice is moot, and so is most any advice unless it is collaborative or substantiated! So, first story here on Breeding Zone, I have lost a lot of precious bodily fluids wanking to Breeding Zone and while I have read and understand the rules, I know that truth is stranger than fiction and truths plus learned behavior and observation affect us in funny ways. I have also led a ping pong ball life of trial and error and despite being lucky I would have really benefitted by mentoring from a gay daddy early on but no such luck (sigh). However, also having a masochistic streak, I usually enjoy Hard Lessons (at least after the tears have dried). Nevertheless this is a work of friction. This a beginning. Perhaps not (the) beginning which started around Kindergarten when I learned the effect of silk on the thigh, or in elementary school where I was electrified by leather. But in a (Southern) Baptist community where spouses do not fuck standing up else someone might think they were dancing the need for caution was obvious. As I was looking to enter military service, The often drunk National Guard Recruiter missed an appointment, the Air Force was a weak consideration, my technical School Teacher in Advanced Electronics was miffed that I had looked into the Navy but for the Advanced Electronics Program, required an initial 6 year enlistment - (4 Yrs with an agreement to extend) which I declined: Being from Missouri, the Coast Guard was not even on the RADAR even though I now know they have to be proficient at multiple professions from the start of their career; No. I was a sucker for Marines! I did not stand a chance! My Recruiter took me for a ride in his Shelby Mustang, and his Gunny took me for a ride in his AC Cobra. I was Happily Doomed! Still, they did not screw me, and the military entrance processing at the time was brief. I was nervous as fuck at the Kansas City MEPS having carelessly smoked a joint a few weeks before, and nervous again if they were going to ask this cocksucker if he had ever sucked a cock of stuck his dick in an ass (m or f), it was still called sodomy in those days). (Guilty on Both Counts! (fortunately it never came up). I suppose worse still would have been a question of if I had ever longed for a cock up my ass. Fortunately the father knows best 'MEPS' Doc simply asked if I liked Girls which I replied yes, of course, A horny Teen will often use any available hole, but for me it had been cocksucking from early in my slutty hobby and Rosy Palm of late. Delayed Entry and IRR build up / prep prior to Boot Camp consisted of excitement, worry, anticipation, dread, joy, and back to excitement. On my Senior Trip to the Nations Capitol, while other Varsity Studs snuck away for some beer, I snuck away to the Leather Bar where the bouncer gave me the side eye (I now know he was cruising me but he also had a job to do). Still this was before 1985 and with a military ID – even one as insignificant as mine would get me in most places. In the dimly lit bar - I was a startled bird and chickened out after blowing a load in my BVDs. After a strenuous Summer of hiking Philmont, sucking dick at the Adult Bookstores three towns over, and a lot of caving & wanking, I went to MCRD San Diego for Marine Corps Boot Camp and there was little to no wanking. Yes, there was exhaustion, perhaps they did put salt peter in the food, yes, there was real mortal fear of being found out and prosecuted so I did my best to not fall behind and especially not to stand out (too far). Despite some surprises such as being told I qualified to be inserted into the Freshman Class of Cadets at Annapolis because of scores and my performance in Phase I and II of Boot Camp, I honestly stated that to succeed at the Naval Academy requires a lot of prep and I surprised my Platoon Commander by requesting the advice of my Senior Drill Instructor which surprised both of them. My query on his OK was to state that I am not a quitter, but I recognize that being ill prepared to jump into such a slot was a formulae for failure. I don’t know about other times, but my high score on the Edson Rifle Range at Pendleton as well as one other, I could see that I had impressed my Senior DI. There were other non-vocalized considerations but I made the right choice and it was not held against me. Despite all physical, chemical, and fear factors, morning wood appeared often with no real opportunity to rub one out. At Graduation, I was a tick ready to pop. Any chicken tendencies had been paved over with resolve and training but pressure was on! I was able to release my load(s) at my familiar adult bookstore but again I was a man who had never been fucked. Waves of horniness could only be partially subdued by wanking and trips to the ABS. After Christmas Break, I reported to NATTC Millington, the former home for Naval Aviation Maintenance Training where a new cautionary experience was to present itself. A student Marine was caught masturbating and it certainly did not help matters that his last name was ‘Bates’. For weeks you could hear the mocking hallway laughter with shouts akin to marko-polo except in this instance it was Master-Bates! Such cautionary considerations tempered my desperation but I was lucky in that NAS Milling was close enough for me to have driven there from my home of record. I became addicted to ABS’s, even the slightly vanilla ones in Tennessee and Missouri. The urge to get fucked was a heavy burden but there were other considerations. If a Marine got Gono or Syphilis on his tool, it was just an embarrassing trip to sick call. If a Navy Doc found it in his or her ass, it was sodomy and a quick career ender. I kept my ashes hauling status in check through cocksucking and avoided any Rocks and Shoals. This turned out to be justified when after A School, I deployed to the IInd Marine Airwing on the East Coast with C school and a coworker who had confided his brother was gay got caught with Syph in his ass and got a Bad Conduct Discharge. As a balance between service to country balanced with my carnal desires, I stuck with ABS’s and Toys which was harder than it sounds. As I completed C School Training and became fully MOS qualified, I had learned to keep my indiscretions over 100 miles from the flag pole. Gay Bars were an extreme hazard since CID and NIS agents would frequent them looking for military haircuts. Anal insertions were woefully inadequate. Cocksucking pitching and receiving was a band-aid to my lust, I needed more. I was reaching out for what I did not at the time know - to become a pushy-demanding-bossy bottom pig slut Marine (as it turns out). When the cops raided and closed the ABS that was not too close to the duty station, not too close to home, this goldilocks had to find a new place to spread her cheeks and receive her pollen. I found it halfway between Knoxville and Pidgeon Forge in a seedy ABS. The parking lot was promising – there were no blue base stickers denoting officer’s cars, we were not near any military base, but there was one red stickered vehicle denoting enlisted POV. NIS and CID would not be using (or so I assumed) such a marked vehicle. In the video arcade area there was a FIT young kid with a military haircut and crutches. This did not put me off; Long before the internet there was a thing called porn addiction. Limited good material and closed supply chain issues meant many ABS’s would have some of the same films and I had been previously mesmerized by the classic porn film called Sothern Comfort. This is where an injured kid in a van has hot sex with a grocery helper from a supermarket. I was a sex zombie, I found an open booth and kept the kid in my field of vision. I’m sure I had a desperate come hither look and he approached. As he entered the booth, I asked him to fuck me but told him we needed to use a rubber. He nodded and I slid my rubber on his member after I sucked it to hardness and turned. Unskilled and awkward, with differing heights and a leg in a cast, we simply could not make it work. Later, after buying tickets into be back theater, I found walls with ass-wide cutout gloryholes. I was a maniac trembling with lust. A cute young guy with a porn mustache and long hair was looking at me, I looked at him and whispered will you please fuck me? And his smile was like a sunrise and his erection was his answer. I quickly rubbered him up and here is where my lack of training and no mentorship changed my ass forever, I then put a rough rider (studded) condom on and he looked at me quizzically. I stood and turned and with no prep I was sawed into like a hacksaw blade was fucking me. I did a gasp and said take the rough rider off! And he did which instantly felt better, When he was done, I instantly turned to thank him and there was his bloody dick staring at me! In my started state he shoved his bloody cum and ass covered cock into my open mouth! I was so stunned and so appalled at what had happened I went on automatic., cleaning and sucking his cock. Previously I had fucked a Sailor in a Virginia Beach ABS Bathroom and had lost my pitching cherry, but this red bloody mess of having my anal cherry popped left me in awe. I had experienced how abrasive studded condoms can be and the ecstasy of Risk and Raw Bareback! The drive on to Cherry Point was a pain in the ass, but I drove with a satisfied mind.

Pinch my tits. HARD. No. I said, HARD.

Tom and Sam were a happy couple. They had been together for eight years. Both 32 years old. Tom was the top in the relationship. Sam loved bottoming Tom. Thou lately Sam had been traveling for work which was putting a strain on their relationship. “You just got back three days ago.” Tom said. “Can’t you tell them you need some rest?” “I will” Sam answered. “I promise.” “You said that a few months ago.” “And you weee supposed to be away for a week.” “You were gone for a month.” Tom said. “I miss you when you’re gone.” “I know.” “I miss you too.” “But we need the money.” Sam said. “And right now, you’re not working.” “I can’t believe you would throw it into my face.” “I’ve been looking everywhere for a job.” Tom shot back. “I don’t want to argue with you right now Tom.” Sam answered. “I have to catch a flight in a few hours.” “I’ll be back on the 9th.” “The 9th?” Asked Tom. “The party that Andy and Joe are throwing is on the 6th.” “We told them we be there.” Tom said. ”I have to work.” Sam said. “I’m going to have to miss it.” ”You missed it last year too.” Tom said annoyed. ”Just go.” Tom went to the party. Andy and Joe throw a hell of a party. There was one guy there that Tom hadn’t met. His name was Dick. He was 54 years old skinny thin balding. Tom and Dick hit it off. “Why are you here alone?” “ good looking guy like you would have a boyfriend.” Dick asked. ”I do.” “But Sam is traveling for work.” “It seems like that’s all he does.” Tom said. “I’m sorry Dick.” “I don’t mean to lay my problems on you.” Tom said softly. “It’s ok” Dick said. “Let me get you another drink.” Dick squeezed Tom’s knee and rubbed his back through his shirt. Then got up and got Tom his fourth drink. Who at this point was buzz. Joe and Andy let Tom crash in the basement. Dick had the bedroom in the basement. Unaware that either knew the other was in the basement. Tom had gotten undressed, wearing just his briefs. Dick came out of the bathroom naked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that anyone was down here.” Dick said. Tom nodded. Surprised to see how thin dick was. “Well let me head to bed.” Dick stopped and kiss Tom softly on his lips. “Good night.” Tom said. Tom was drunk that he hadn’t felt Dick pat his ass when he kissed him. He did notice Dick’s cock. But didn’t get why he was so thin. But didn’t think about asking him about it. Dick came out wearing his underwear. “Do you want to watch tv?” Dick asked. “Sure” Tom answered. They started watching tv. Dick started rubbing Tom’s back. He asked Tom if he wanted a massage. Tom agreed. The massage was making Tom hard. Dick slowly removed Tom’s underwear. Dick then took off his. Dick kissed Tom’s neck then kissed him passionately on his lips. Tom loved the affection and the touching. Too drunk to even think about Sam. Enjoying another man’s attention. Even if he was 21 years older. Dick was hard. “Tom suck my dick.” He ordered the drunken young man. Tom did has he was told. Tom sucked Dick’s cock for over ten minutes. Dick then took Tom had him lie on his back. Tom and Dick kissed. Dick ate out Tom’s ass. He slowly put his dick inside the drunken young man’s ass. Tom and Dick never broke eye contact. Thrusting in and out of Tom’s ass. Dick flipped Tom over and Fucked him doggie style “Oh my fucking god!” Tom said Dick’s dick felt good inside of him. “Where do you want me to cum?” Dick asked. “fucking cum inside me!” Tom said. “You sure?” Dick said. ”Yes, I’m fucking sure! Tom said. “Ahhh shit!” “I’m cunning!” Dick shouted served loads shot deep inside of Tom. Dick’s cock was deep into Tom’s guts. Dick fell asleep on top of Tom leaving his dick inside the unsuspecting young man’s ass. The next morning Tom woke up naked, hungover. And a very sore ass. Dick had left earlier that morning. Tom saw a miss call from Sam. Feeling guilty of his one night stand with Dick. Andy told Tom that Dick has full blown AIDS and didn’t have much time. ”Shit” Tom said to himself. Knowing now he was going to have to get tested. And have to tell Sam. Tom told Sam what had happened. Tom got tested and tested positive and Sam would stay with Tom and work through their problems

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(part 1- maybe?)I want to share with you what happened with me the first time I went to a bath house. It was a long time ago, I was 20 and I decided to go to the bathhouse in Columbus. When I arrived, I spoke with the guy at the front desk who suggested that I just get a locker instead of a room so that I would have to walk around instead of just being stuck in a room. I took his advice. While getting dressed at the lockers I was approached by a black man who was about 35. We talked while I was getting undressed. He asked me if I wanted to come to his room. I smiled and said this was my first time at a bath house and I wanted to explore. He gave me his room number and said he hoped he would see me later. I spent about 30 minutes walking around and decided to visit my new friend. I went to his room and his door was open. He was jacking off and was showing off his 9 inch cut cock. I told him I was done exploring and he invited me in. He told me to keep the door open. I started to suck his cock. I apologized for giving such bad head, however this was the biggest cock I had ever played with. (Up until then, I have been sucking and getting fucked my guys my age and we all tended to have the same 6 to 7 inch cocks. ) He asked me if that went for getting fucked as well and I said yes. He immediately stood up and told me he was going to be the first black man to fuck my ass. I laughed and told him he better do a good job and not ruin it for other black men in my future. He said he would make it so that I would crave a nice black cock. He flipped me on my stomach and started working my hole. He rimmed. he licked, he sucked. He told me that it was important when taking big cock to make sure that I was relaxed and loose enough to enjoy it. And that was what he was doing now was getting me ready. At one point he started to finger fuck me. At one point he had both index fingers in my hole and was spreading me open to get ready. After spending some more in my hole, he flipped me on my back and placed a pillow under my hips. The room door was still open. And I noticed the people would stop and watch then move on. He was on his knees and told me to watch as he put his cock into my hole. I watched his face and then his cock. I was watching his face, he was smiling, when I felt is cock hair and balls push against my hole. He smiled and said, " not so bad is it?". "Not bad at all' I said.It was definitely not bad. He fucked me for about 35 minutes. We had an audience come and go during this time. At one point he told me he was going to come and I told him to come in my ass. He told me that there was never any doubt that that's where his load was going to go. He blew his load into me and then collapsed on me. It was definitely very hot. We remain that way for a few minutes when he got up and told me he was going to take a shower. He told me that I had a good ass to fuck and that I should be proud that I could take bigger cocks. He told me that I also needed to learn that in the bath house after a bottom got fucked it was customary that the bottom would just leave the top alone and let the top recover. And so I left. There's more to this story. If you want to know more, let me know. Thanks for reading.

Coming into a hookups place and catching someone else seed you before it's my turn.

Hope you enjoy my last contribution before uk closes access for me. Comments and likes very welcome! Private Drew was a member of a crack company of soldiers. He had been very proud to join the company, The sergeant prided himself in creating a fighting force based on Spartan training. Drew could cope with that aspect, but not the insistence that all members were to indulge in sex to create a strong camaraderie. He wasn't the only new recruit that fought against this part of his training. Over time, most of the other objectors fell into line and succumbed to the pressure of undergoing anal sex of all sorts. Now only Drew and his compatriot George still resisted. This meant they underwent massive harassment. Given extra duties, their training undermined by others in the company. They both sported many scrapes and bruises from the extent of some of these ordeals, including on occasions beatings from fellow recruits, that once sided with them, along with the well-built sergeant who could give a nasty and painful blow when he wanted. They knew complaints wouldn't succeed as they could be counted down to the rigours of training. Even George was flagging with the trauma of these events. “I don't know if I can stand up to these barrages any more! I think I'm going to have to give-in to sarge's demands” “Damn right you are!” came the voice of the sergeant as he approached. With that, he whipped out his semi-erect cock, which was in-line with George's mouth and he started fucking his throat with it. “What the hell are you doing? Stop at once!” “Who's in charge here?” We all have seen your massive cock on display in the showers, now get it out, I'll teach you how to use it properly.” “You've got to be fucking joking, there's no way!” “You will do what I tell you to, He grabbed Drew's arms and painfully twisted them around his back, he then punched him in the spleen from behind. Drew didn't think he could fight the sarge, especially with George taking dick, so with much reluctance, he followed Sarge's order and got out his member, which was surprisingly in quite a full state of enlargement. Sarge finished fucking George's mouth and Drew could see his spunk dribbling out of him. “Now you are going to fuck him,” he demanded. “There's no way!” Drew replied. Sarge threatened more violence. That brought Drew into line and he horrified himself, by wanking his cock to full erection. It rapidly pointed skywards. “Nice and ready I see!” remarked his sergeant. “”Now give it to him!” “No, please it's wrong!” “Just get on with it if you don't want more punishment!” “Now fuck him hard, let him feel you fill him with your spunk! Do it now!” With no way out of this, Drew placed his rock hard cock against the entrance to George's bare bum hole and pushed in hard. He used no lubrication. He forced himself into him: he thrust his cock in and out of his virgin hole. He began to bang away very hard, As he forced himself into George again and again he became no longer worried about he was doing. He was beginning to enjoy it! The tension of facing so much trauma over the last few months, pushed Drew to boiling point. All the stress, fear and maltreatment that had built up inside him and was now being released though this frantic pummelling. He could feel the pressure building up in his loins. It was all getting too much for him. His balls throbbed. Then Drew exploded deep inside. Rope after rope spurting, blast after blast shooting deep within. It went on and on, there was so much to cum! Eventually the squirts started to subside and he pulled his slick, cum coated cock from George's arse. “I needed that!” Drew left George whimpering with the pain of it all, as he left he could see his sergeant now erect again, forcing himself into George's ravaged body again and again, Drew's cock started to grow again! Sarge, however now turned his attention to Drew's lovely pert bottom. Then his lust rose and bent him over, pushing his manhood up Drew's inviting bum hole. Sarge savagely thrusted his penis in and out of Drew's hole. Harder and harder he plunged into him, slapping him hard every time he heard a whimper from Drew. He was enjoying fucking Drew. Sarge pushed his cock inside faster and faster. He could feel another orgasm coming. Then he too exploded deep inside Drew! Jets of cum splattered his young virgin hole. Instead of pulling out, he continued fucking him, pounding his arse mercilessly. Drew noticed other squad members had been watching the ordeal. By the end of the day most of the company had availed themselves of these two new recruits.

I visit a small woodland spot down a country lane. It’s a beautiful walk ruined by this gay dogging spot tbh but gets plenty of action from generally older and not particularly good looking men. They are problem all so called straight guys but in my view if they do anything with a guy then they are atleast bi. Anyway. I sat waiting on the dirty mattress again and waited for about 20mins before a gentlemen turned up. Luckily this time he lasted a lot longer than a quick blowjob. I brought some lube this time too which I now keep in my van. he was slightly overweight and had a big bush, not a huge fan of bush but I’ll take what I can get. i blew him for about 5mins before he asked me to bend over. He lubed me up and rather than just easing in he went balls deep almost straight away. I’m not stranger to being fucked but I do normally like a guy to ease in at first. He proceeded to fuck me for a few mins then asked me if he’s ok going bare, well even if it was not it was a bit late by then. He proceeded to fuck me for not very long before cumming. he stood up, zipped up and left without saying a word. it was hot and I loved it but I don’t know about other bottoms but these outdoor meets always seemed so rushed and do not feel long enough.

A clear nonverbal for me is when a man slides his hand over my ass and slips his middle finger between my crack. Either over my pants or on my bare ass it’s a clear indication that he wants to breed me. Another is when they turn me around. Then I know they want me to bend over for breeding. No need for talk. I know what he needs.

Believe it or not but I met a guy on Locanto yesterday. He replied to my ad. I thought he would just send a message and ghost me but we planned to meet up at my house and he actually showed up. I got his dick out of his briefs and put it in my mouth without hesitation. He was a grower not a shower. The shaved nub went from about 2.5” to 6.5” in seconds. Nice and thick too. After trying to jam it down my throat for a few minutes he told me to stand up and turn around. He dropped my shorts and bent me over the couch. Spit on my asshole and fingered it in and then just jammed his rock hard dick in. He fucked my hole like a demon for about 10 straight minutes and finally asked me where I wanted his load. I told him he could use my ass. A few seconds later he made a balls deep plunge and held it in deep. I could feel his dick pumping his load in deep. Finally he pulled it out slowly and I held a few fingers in so I wouldn’t make a mess. He followed me to the bathroom and I stuck a little toilet paper in between my cheeks and he washed up quick. I have never had anyone fuck me that good. He groped my tits and worked over my nipples the whole time he was breeding me. He said he loved my big tits and nips on his way out the door. I didn’t mention that I was on estrogen for the last 2 years lol. Surprise I got another message from him today. Next visit we will have more time I think.

As a top I like a guy on all 4s I can put my arms round him and pull him down on my cock when I spunk

dc you did not disappoint for world pride. you broke many of my records and limits. hope some of you fuckers puzzled me up cause I know I took enough loads to change my dna

For me, one of the biggest elements of great sex is the connection of mutual need/desire. Given the individuality and complexities of attraction, i think that factor ranks high for most people? I.e., if i perceive how badly a Guy wants to penetrate, fuck and breed me, that pretty much overshadows a lot of other considerations for me. i hooked with a guy in Palm Springs a few years ago who was wheel chair bound because he had no legs from a childhood motor vehicle accident. His legs were gone, all the way up to his pelvis, which also meant He had no glute muscles as well. i love a Mans ass, but not for fucking, it's just a visual turn on for me... visually, even more than cock? Go figure, and i'm a "total bottom." But He said He wanted to fuck me, and that is all it really took. i'm a critical care nurse, so i don't find it awkward when someone is different, emotionally i've been de-conditioned from social conditioning about that sort of thing. Consequently, we just had pure lust/desire for each other and we had a great time. i touched and kissed him in places few if any ever had, and that unleashed a lot of pent up need and desire in Him, which in turn unleashed a lot of pent up need and desire in me. i think "disabled" is often a misnomer that society uses mindlessly. This guy was different, but He was still quiet able to havre the kind of sex we both wanted/needed.

just got back from Sitges, not the bear pride but the normal pride so place was packed with international guys and of all shapes and sizes. As a 50 year old bear I did think it might be a bit on the young side but was very suprised how friendly it was and how much fun there was to be had I arrived on Thusday afternoon so didnt have a huge amount of time to be slutty that day, but Friday I took five loads Saturaday five loads and Sunday six loads all in the hotel To be honest I cant list each guy and load here as it is a bit of a blur however there were two or three really memorable guys who made the trip worth while: Hot young American guy on the same floor of my hotel in room down the hall had just arrrived and when I said he I was naked in my room he said proove it so I said come and check he said he wasnt up to fuck but when he saw my ass pushed in raw and fucked me till he bred me then I licked him clean he had literally just checked in so need to nap and I told him he would sleep better after blowing that huge load a very hot ottery boy furry and handsome and hung Brazillian top two floors up in same hotel married to his husband but snuck away to breed me twice one of the most beautuful creatures I have ever seen six foot four handsome bearded hung and muscled with the most beautiful skin and smile a truly passionate top and a fantastic fuck I will find this guy again A hot Spanish local guy who only liked sloppy seocnds and door on latch scenes I was happy to oblige and he went third in my ass and pounded his load into the mix A cute and hung cubby guy from Buenos Aries he had been fucked himself earlier but hadnt cum so we snogged cuddled and chatted until he pushed in and really went for it in my ass after he bred me he insisted that I shot my load so pushed all the loads into my ass with his fingers until I blew my load everywhere it was the last fuck of the trip and my sixth load of the day on Sunday so I just let rip I would ceratinly go back for sure When I got back home yesterday I was still in the zone from Sitges so jumped on sniffies and scruff and took three loads one regular guy one anon ass up and a freind who dropped by

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Introduction: A Forbidden Desire For years, I’ve carried a secret fantasy—a desire so intense, so [banned word], that it has shaped the way I think about intimacy and connection. The idea of being converted, of surrendering completely to a poz top, has consumed my thoughts and ignited a fire deep within me. This isn’t just a passing curiosity or a fleeting fetish. It’s a lifestyle choice, a calling that I’ve felt compelled to answer. Five years ago, I stopped taking PrEP—not out of ignorance, but out of a deliberate decision to embrace the raw reality of what I’ve been longing for. The Thrill of the Chase There’s something electrifying about the chase—the anticipation, the risk, the surrender. Barebacking is more than just physical pleasure; it’s an act of trust, an exchange of power, and an invitation to experience something primal and transformative. I crave the feeling of skin on skin, the heat of raw passion, and the knowledge that every encounter brings me closer to my ultimate goal: conversion. It’s not just about the act itself—it’s about belonging to a brotherhood, becoming part of something bigger than myself. Grindr: The Hunt for My Poz Plumber Grindr has become my hunting ground—a place where fantasies collide with reality. My profile is unapologetically direct: I’m seeking poz tops who are ready to breed me raw and take me to the next level. Every conversation is a potential gateway to fulfillment. Some fizzle out; others spark something deeper. But I’m relentless in my pursuit, driven by the knowledge that somewhere out there is the man who will make my fantasy a reality. The Decision to Stop PrEP Five years ago, I made what some would call a reckless decision—but for me, it was an act of liberation. Stopping PrEP was my way of fully committing to this journey. It wasn’t easy; it required courage and conviction. But every day since then has brought me closer to the life I’ve always dreamed of living. I know the risks—I’ve studied them extensively—but they only fuel my desire further. The thought of being bred raw by a poz top is intoxicating, overwhelming, and impossible to resist. Looking Ahead I won’t stop until I find him—the man who will take me beyond fantasy into reality. Until then, I’ll keep writing about my experiences, sharing my thoughts, and connecting with others who understand what it means to crave conversion. This blog is my confession, my manifesto, and my roadmap to fulfillment. Version Française Introduction : Un Désir Interdit Depuis des années, je porte en moi un fantasme secret—un désir si intense et si tabou qu’il a façonné ma vision de l’intimité et de la connexion humaine. L’idée d’être converti, de me livrer entièrement à un top poz, consume mes pensées et allume un feu profond en moi. Ce n’est pas une simple curiosité passagère ou un fétiche éphémère. C’est un choix de vie, un appel auquel je me sens obligé de répondre. Il y a cinq ans, j’ai arrêté la PrEP—non par ignorance mais par une décision délibérée d’embrasser pleinement la réalité brute de ce que je désire depuis toujours. L’Excitation de la Chasse Il y a quelque chose d’électrisant dans la chasse—l’anticipation, le risque, l’abandon total. Le barebacking est bien plus qu’un plaisir physique ; c’est un acte de confiance, un échange de pouvoir et une invitation à vivre quelque chose de primitif et de transformateur. Je désire ressentir le contact peau contre peau, la chaleur d’une passion brute et la certitude que chaque rencontre me rapproche de mon objectif ultime : la conversion. Ce n’est pas seulement l’acte en lui-même ; c’est l’appartenance à une fraternité, devenir partie intégrante de quelque chose de plus grand que moi. Grindr : À la Recherche de Mon Plombeur Poz Grindr est devenu mon terrain de chasse—un lieu où les fantasmes se heurtent à la réalité. Mon profil est sans détour : je recherche des tops poz prêts à m’ensemencer raw et à faire de mon fantasme une réalité. Chaque conversation est une porte potentielle vers l’accomplissement. Certaines s’éteignent ; d’autres allument quelque chose de plus profond. Mais je suis implacable dans ma quête, porté par la certitude que quelque part existe l’homme qui fera basculer ma vie dans une nouvelle dimension. La Décision d’Arrêter la PrEP Il y a cinq ans, j’ai pris ce que certains qualifieraient de décision imprudente—mais pour moi, c’était un acte de libération. Arrêter la PrEP était ma façon de m’engager pleinement dans cette quête. Ce choix n’a pas été facile ; il demandait du courage et de la conviction. Mais chaque jour depuis m’a rapproché du mode de vie dont j’ai toujours rêvé. Je connais les risques—je les ai étudiés en profondeur—mais ils ne font qu’alimenter davantage mon désir. L’idée d’être ensemencé raw par un top poz est enivrante, bouleversante et irrésistible. Regarder Vers l’Avenir Je ne m’arrêterai pas tant que je ne l’aurai pas trouvé—l’homme qui me fera passer du fantasme à la réalité. En attendant ce jour-là, je continuerai d’écrire sur mes expériences, de partager mes pensées et d’échanger avec ceux qui comprennent ce que signifie désirer la conversion. Ce blog est ma confession, mon manifeste et ma feuille de route vers l’accomplissement.

I stood there, in front of G, doing my best impression of a stare down, unaware of the events I'd set in motion. He sat there for a moment, his eyes locked on mine, and for a tense few seconds we waited to see who would blink first. He did. He busted out laughing, and I followed suit. "You should have seen the look on your face!" he said, laughing that deep laugh that seemed to match the body and the man. "You were fucking adorable trying to be all serious!" He kept on laughing. I couldn't help laughing a bit myself, and I fired back, "well, I didn't think you actually would." "Oh really? I figured you were just teasing me, standing there, with that noticeable boner pushing through your shorts." Wait, what? I looked down, and sure enough, the front of my shorts betrayed the fact that my mind had moved to the sexual train of thought. I looked back at him, our eyes locking again, and suddenly neither of us was laughing; a sexual tension had fallen over us as a hush seemed to follow. With his eyes still locked on mine, G slowly stood, and took a step forward, moving almost face to face with me. The silence in the moment, the closeness, the scent of a man who had been exerting himself physically... it was almost unbearable. My heart had begun to race and I felt myself getting weak in the knees. G slowly knelt, and reaching in front of him, up under the light shirt I had on, and his fingers pried their way inside the waistband of the tennis shorts I had thrown on. I was commando, not having bothered with any underwear since I don't like how they begin chaffing when you get all wet and sweaty on a run. With a firm and hard tug, he yanked my shorts down to my ankles, and my cock sprung up in his face. His head timed it's forward movement perfectly, and he swallowed my growing dick to the root in one swift gulp. All six-and-a-half, soon to be seven-and-a-half uncut inches. His warm mouth sealed itself around the base, and I felt the lightning bolts explode to every corner of my body as my hormones super-charged my libido. I moaned, and felt my legs start to give. But G must have sensed it too, and his thick arms swiftly wrapped themselves around my thighs, proving everything from my waste up with stability. Nevertheless, I felt my hands land on either side of the top of his head as I instinctively leaned forward a bit and steadied myself. He began to slowly move his mouth back and forth along the length of my shaft, slowly massaging it with his tongue as he went. When he'd pull back to the head of my cock, I'd feel his tongue flicking around the foreskin that slid back and forth over my tip. It was fortunate for me that he had strong arms and my legs in a bear hug, because I was quickly turning to putty as the sensation of erotic warmth that engulfed my cock threatened to overwhelm me. He worked my cock for a time, how long I didn't know... or care. The lust had taken me over, and I found my hips beginning to match his mouth's motion. We continued our rythym for a bit, and the eternity I had gone without sexual contact with another man began to take it's toll as I felt my balls slowly begin to draw up. And G must have sensed it, because he slowed his motion and gradually came to a stop, sliding his mouth back off my rock-hard member. I was all but panting and he rose back to standing as slowly and deliberately as he had dropped in front of me, and he leaned forward and laid the most passionate, deep-tongued kiss on me that I had ever experienced. After a few seconds of that, he pulled his head back, and whispered, bend forward and put your hands on the tree. I did as he asked. My hands reached out for the fallen trunk, and I shuffled forward a bit to keep myself from having to reach too far. My shorts were around my ankles, making it impossible to take a normal step forward. G stepped around behind me and I heard him kneel behind me, and felt his warm breath on my ass. I felt his hands, warm and moist from the sweat and light humidity of the hike and the evening, grab both of my ass cheeks and pry them apart. His face moved into the opening it created, and I nearly jumped from the initial tickling effect of his short, trimmed goatee contacting the sensitive skin around my hole. But that was nothing compared to the next sensation I felt. His tongue made contact right on the puckering of my hole, and the lightning bolts again exploded into every recess of my extremities. I felt the tip of his tongue dance around my rear entrance, and I couldn't keep it in any longer; I softly moaned as my head fell down between and below my forward-stretched arms. I saw my cock, still rock hard, pointing straight out, rigid and with a generous strand of precum escaping the slit that was just visible in the small, visible spot of my tip that my foreskin exposed in its slightly-pulled back state. He began to slobber on my hole, there was no other way to describe it. So much saliva was being deposited in my ass crack, and he gradually zeroed back in on my hole, and--briefly pausing as the tip of his tongue lined up with my puckered backdoor--thrust forward into my chute. I was in bliss. He kept thrusting his tongue into my hole, almost as if his tongue were a dick. He had a good rhythm going, and I could feel my inner passage become slick with his spit. I heard jingling behind me, and figured he was unbuckling the belt that held up his shorts to free his own cock so he could jerk off. I looked through the narrow gap between my legs and saw him release the belt buckle, and with one hand unbutton his shorts. He fished passed the zipper, pushing it down, and pulled out his cock--clearly I wasn't the only one who had decided to leave the house sans undergarment. The cock he produced fit him to a T, swelling to a very thick eight uncut inches. He had, as I did, and ample foreskin that covered most of his head even hard. It quickly swelled to it's full size and began drooling as much as mine was. Through all this, his tongue never lost contact with my ass, and I closed my eyes and allowed my head to simply hang, giving myself over the the sensations that overpowered me. He continued his steady drive into my hole for a few more minutes and I could feel him getting deeper and deeper as every muscle in my body relaxed. I was in sexual bliss, and for a moment didn't even notice him remove his tongue and come to his feet. It was his big, beefy hand touching the small of my back that gave me the first indication something had changed. And before my brain could catch up, his drooling, uncut head was pressing into my ass. He slid in with ease, lodging a good 6" in my ass with no resistance. I had always been a bit tight when Shawn had been in the mood--which wasn't often--so I was amazed at how effortlessly he entered me. With a gentle additional thrust, I felt his hefty balls come to rest against mine: I was impaled on his pole. And I was in heaven. My mind was in a sexual fog as he slowly pulled back and slid forward again, pausing before repeating the motion. Over and over, he slowly picked up his pace, and as my eyes opened, I saw my rock hard cock bouncing up and down gently in rhythm with G's thrusts. He kept it up for a few minutes before I began to feel a slight dull ache as his cock seemed to expand even more in my ass. His thrusts began to feel more urgent, and his balls began to draw up, slapping more forcefully against my own. I felt drips of sweat and heard his breathing become audible and erratic, and with a final thrust, he fell forward onto me, and I felt his cock begin to twitch, and a moment later a heat began spreading through my bowels. The twitching lasted a good bit, and he remained rock hard, deep inside me. He reached around to my cock and slowly began sliding his hand up and down my shaft. After a few minutes, he began fucking me again, having never gone soft. We managed a coordinated dance, my cock in his hand, his cock in my ass. I knew I wasn't going to last long, and as I began to feel my balls pulling up themselves, his matched their movement and I felt that thickening and stiffening of his cock inside me again. I began to rise up and suddenly froze as one of his thrusts brushed my prostate and I felt a rush. Over and over his cock pummeled by my prostate and it became too much, and as my cock began to jerk, G pulled back on my shaft, bringing my foreskin completely off the head while continuing to pound me from behind. My load rocketed out of my piss slit, the first blast practically clearing the downed tree on which I leaned. As my load gradually became less forceful, it began to spatter the log wildly, my cock still bouncing from the thrusting. And as I was finally spent, he again lodged himself deep inside me and I felt the warmth again. As the twitching of his cock subsided, I noticed a dull ache in my ass, it having tightened up as my ejaculation caused every muscle in my mid-section to contract over and over. I felt every inch of him inside me now, and after a moment, he began to soften and started to slip out. His withdraw was smooth, he effortlessly slipped out feeling almost silky and wet. He had slobbered all over my ass and I knew the passage likely still had good lubrication. His cock flopped down as the last of his foreskin exited my hole. The head had fully retracted already, leaving a bit of foreskin to complete his departure. We both were still, catching our breath. "It's been a long time since I came twice," he broke the silence with. "Whew, that is a spectacular ass you have man!" "I haven't cum like that in forever, holy fuck!" I responded as I struggled to push myself upright. It was almost comical how I had gotten into a position that I now couldn't get out of.

The only good thing about being a Mall Santa - beyond the extra pay check and the opportunity to take some time off being a bouncer at the bar - was the eye candy. Sure, brats leapt onto my lap (and more than a few managed to kick me in the balls doing so) and sure sometimes there's barf and there's a hell of a lot of crying, but some of the young dads are hot, but this year's prize definitely went to one of the elves. I'd never see him at my other job as there was no way he'd step into something as untrendy as the bear bar, but I got to see him just fine in his tight green elf pants (which were more like shiny spandex or yoga wear than actual 'pants'). And, before he put on his overly long elf jacket, I could see he was slender, sported some sharp little nipples which looked to be perfectly edible. Naturally he was a dirty blond, had soft brown doe eyes and even had dimples. He was the best damn thing I'd ever worked with - except for the attitude. I hated his attitude. See, he was a snob, an effete twink who knew he was cute and liked to drop comments into conversation to make sure we all knew who was looking at him (and that he'd noticed.) Once he found out I was gay, something I let drop casually to see if it would shut him up, it changed in tone, but his remarks were no less obnoxious, if anything, his remarks were even more unpleasant. For example I remember he said "I bet it's nice not having to worry about your gut, y'know, being a bear and all" and “I work really hard to stay this healthy and it’s a lot of work" and "It's gotta be hard to be around all the younger guys, eh? They probably blow right by you" and "I'm sure the bear community is interesting, I guess, but I'd get bored with all that flannel and denim." Stuff like that. Still, as flaws went, it wasn't insurmountable. I liked young fellows with attitude; I liked to put them in their place and drill it out of them, and as for his mouth? Well, I had gags aplenty at home. As for his crack about how hard it was to stay healthy, I had something hard I’d love to introduce him to, and damn the consequences. To him, anyway. Being Santa, I got to give the elves names, and he had no choice but to answer to Twinkie when we worked together, although his name was Parker, and I made sure to make him do any of the lifting - if only because I liked to watch him bend over, as only then would his coat slide up enough to show of his firm round ass. "Shouldn't you do this?" he'd ask, grunting lifting up the boxes of candy canes and little toys we handed out to the kids, trying to goad me on by adding "Aren't you supposed to be a big strong muscle bear under that costume?" It was said with mild contempt, and I could definitely hear it. "Oh I can lift," I replied in a low voice into his ear as he passed by, "...but I prefer to shove." He stumbled, and nearly dropped the box. His eyes widened, as I put my Santa beard on over my actual short beard, and of course I smiled at him. "What?" he asked. I smiled wider. "You heard me. We bears don't mind getting rough. Especially when there's good reason." I let my eyes trail up and down his slender form and then put on my hat and left the little changing area in Santa's village to go to my throne. When Twinkie showed up a few minutes later, he was a little more polite than usual at first, though he was back to his usual self by the end of the shift. The next afternoon, he dropped another obnoxious comment, "It's hard to find guys who care enough about personal grooming. All that hair, ick!" I waited patiently until there were no kids around and nodded at the red and over-sized white striped pole that was near the candy canes were stuffed in an open sack. "Hey Twinkie, give my pole a good rub-down." He blinked at me, obviously not accustomed to being on the defensive, and in a shaken voice asked "What?" I gestured to the North Pole. "It's dusty. Rub it down. I'm sure you know how. It's not complicated." He blushed, but I was the boss, so he grabbed some paper towel and a bottle of cleaner and started to clean it up. "That's right," I said, pitching my voice to him as I walked past on my way to the throne. "Get it just wet enough. You don't want it too slick, or you'll never get it off." I squeezed his shoulder, and felt him shiver beneath me. I watched him work, and he didn't meet my gaze at all, and just before he was done, I saw him put his hand in his pocket and adjust himself. I smiled behind my Santa beard. This was going to be fun. I went in to full gear with him. Anytime Twinkie was alone with Santa, even if it was just a few seconds between kids, I'd find a way to drop a suggestive comment into the mix. "So what would you like Santa to shove through your chimney, Twinkie?" or "You want to suck on something? I got something right here." (And with that I would hand him a candy cane) or "Is your costume okay? You keep tugging at it" and "Santa could definitely use some warm buns - the pole sure is chilly." I'd grab his shoulder and squeeze when I could, and before long he was flustered and clumsy. Here was a boy who'd never had an older daddy bear chasing after him, and he had no idea what to do. His first few attempts at banter fell a little flat, and when I turned his comments into further innuendo, he fell quieter each time, just blushing and going about his day. "I'm pretty sure Santa would bring you any toy you'd like, Twinkie. You want to reach in and see what he's for you?" He blushed redder. "I bet elf-ears make great grips." This made him nearly trip. When we were changing after our shift on the last weekend before Christmas, he kept his back to me, and I admired his firm buns. When he tugged his jeans on over his elf tights I let out a little chuckle, and he flinched. When he put on his jacket and turned to leave, he saw I'd shucked down to my wifebeater and jeans, and I caught him looking at my wide chest and thick arms. "You see something you want for Christmas?" I asked him. He shook his head, blushed again, and said he'd see me Christmas Eve. "Sure thing, Twinkie," I said. "And I've got a present for you, too." He looked up, and I smiled at him in a way that made his whole body shiver. He moved to leave and I stepped in front of him just enough to make him hesitate. "Excuse me," he said. I smiled again. "I thought twinks just blow right by bears like me." He bit his lip, and had to slide by me. I let my hand brush his thigh and the back of his ass, and he let out a little breath as he escaped. I laughed loud enough for him to hear, and then got changed. Christmas Eve there were four of us working, and I brought each of the other elves a present to take home – Twinkie eyed his nervously – and when the long day finally ended, I turned to the other two and said, “You two can go ahead. I’ll give Twinkie a ride.” If they noticed his discomfort, they didn’t care – he’d made no friends of any of the six of us he worked with with his initial attitude – and they left as soon as they could. I watched Parker open up a box to put the last of the toys and candy canes in while the mall announced it was closing. “You make sure that whatever goes in goes in tight, Twinkie,” I said, and he bit his lip, working silently. We pulled down most of the more portable bits, and after a half-hour or so, I nodded. We were still in costume. “Okay,” I said. “The mall maintenance crew will do the rest before opening on Boxing day. Come on,” I said. My little elf followed quietly into the small room behind the throne, and I pulled off my beard and hat, waiting for it. I started to undo the buttons on my Santa jacket before he finally said something. He’d taken off the elf jacket – I could see his slim body trembling a bit in his plain white t-shirt and those tight elf pants and stupid curly-toed shoes. “Where’s my bag?” I feigned looking around. “Maybe one of the other elves took it?” He looked at me. “Please.” I smiled. “Let me look in Santa’s sack.” I made a show of looking in it, then said. “Nope, no clothes in there. Hey – check your present out. I know I said it was for later, but open it now.” He glanced around, then went to the box I’d wrapped and marked for Twinkie. He pulled it open quickly – he was a tearer, I noted – and then opened the lid. “You like it?” I asked, smiling. “You could wear that.” It was a green jock strap – the same colour as his elf costume – and across the waist I’d had “Twinkie” embroidered. He looked up at me. “Look,” he said, but his voice cracked a bit. “I’m sorry about all the stuff I said... You’re a nice guy.” I smirked. “No I’m not. I’m not nice at all, Twinkie. But I think you like that. Or at least, your dick does, if that semi you’re sporting is any indication.” He bit his lip, and I took a step toward him. “Tell you what, Twinkie. Maybe you should get changed, and sit on Santa’s lap, and tell him what you want for Christmas.” “I want my bag,” he said, but his voice had even more of a tremble to it now than before. “Then ask Santa,” I said, and smiled at him, pulling off the jacket and dropping it to the floor. The wifebeater I wore underneath was a bit damp from the work we’d been doing. I turned the only chair in the small room around, and sat on it, spreading my legs a little and crossing my arms. He looked at me for a long time – I imagine he was trying to stare me down – but I just held his gaze and smiled. Finally, shaking even more, he started to walk toward me. “No no no,” I said, raising one hand. I let my arm flex, and I saw his eyes shift to look. Oh, this was too easy. “You need to get dressed up for Santa.” He froze. “I...” “You want to ask Santa for a present, don’t you?” I smiled, and stretched my arms over and behind my head until my back cracked. He winced at the noise. Then he nodded. I watched him shuffle back to the box he’d unwrapped, and then he turned his back to pull his t-shirt over his head. I laughed low in my throat, and he flinched again. The smooth skin at small of his back emphasized his narrow waist. I laughed again when he kicked off his elf shoes and then hurriedly peeled off his elf tights in one quick motion and stumbled a bit trying to put on the jockstrap as quickly as he could. I got a great view of his lean legs and his round ass cheeks, as pert and tight as I imagined, especially when he bent over to step into the strap. I caught a glimpse of his balls, too – he had low-hangers – and was unsurprised to see no hair on him anywhere. He stood there, facing the wall, just breathing. “Come on over, Twinkie,” I said. He took a deep breath, and turned around. The bulge in his jock-strap made it obvious that despite his mild protest, he was definitely reacting to the situation. His stomach was as smooth as I imagined, and his chest was lean and fit. His nipples were as small and as sharp as I’d imagined, and I couldn’t help but leer at him. He approached slowly, and I made a grand show of patting my thighs. He shifted awkwardly in front of me, and then started to sit down across my thighs. I wrapped one thick arm under his and with a quick tug I pulled him into my lap, where – no doubt – he could feel my already obvious hard-on pressed between his wonderful ass cheeks. He shifted, and I wrapped both of my arms around him and squeezed. “Well hello, Twinkie,” I said, and he ducked his head a little, his hands gripping tightly in his lap, obviously trying to cover his arousal. I put my lips to his ear. “Have you been naughty or nice?” He looked up at me, his brown eyes wide. “What?” I raised one eyebrow. “You know how this works, Twinkie. First Santa asks if you’ve been naughty or nice.” I let go of him just long enough to wrap my arms back around him and squeeze, pinning his own arms against his chest. He was sitting across my lap, his legs over the side of my chair, and squeezing him pulled his face more toward my chest. I squeezed again. “Now, Twinkie, have you been naughty or nice?” “I...” He swallowed. “I’ve been nice.” I laughed, and it wasn’t a ho-ho-ho. “Oh, Twinkie. Santa has a list, and he knows you’ve been naughty.” I slid my left hand across his chest, and pinched one of his pert little nipples. He yelped, and squirmed in my lap. It made me growl low in my chest, and my dick grew harder. I looked at his jock, and saw he was definitely squirming in a good way, too. “Naughty or nice?” I repeated, rubbing his nipple again. “Naughty,” he said. I laughed again. “Good boy, Twinkie,” I said. “Now, you know what happens when you’re nice?” He swallowed. “I get a present?” I nodded, and squeezed again. “Very good, Twinkie. Now what do you think happens when you’re naughty?” He closed his eyes for a second, and I shifted just enough to grind my hard-on against his butt. He squirmed again, and it felt just as good. “N-n-no,” he wavered. “Santa gets the present,” I said, and with that I slid my left hand down his back and let one finger slide between those delightfully round ass cheeks just a bit. He let out a yelp, and tried to slide off my lap. I held him long enough to let him know I could have made him stay on my lap, then let go. He slid off, but I moved my hands to his shoulders and pushed hard enough to make him sit down at my feet. He looked up at me. “Time to give my pole a rub-down, Twinkie,” I said, and undid the broad flap on the Santa pants. His eyes locked on my crotch as I unfolded the pants open, and revealed the black jock strap I was wearing underneath. “Then I can have my bag?” he asked. I liked this – he was agreeing already, in his own way. “Then you can ask for your bag,” I agreed. He leaned forward, and lifted a hesitant hand. I reached out and took his wrist and pressed it against my hard dick. He rubbed it, applying a little pressure, and kept his eyes away from mine. I chuckled, and he looked at me. “I’ve seen you do better. You know better. Rub it down, boy.” He bit his lip, but shifted forward between my legs – which I spread a bit wider for him – and then he used both hands to pull my dick free of the jockstrap pouch, tucking it to the side. I’m sure the thick hair bugged him, but he wrapped his hand around my shaft and gave my dick another tug. He watched the foreskin tighten, and then gave it another tug. I got harder, and my cockhead started to peek out on his down strokes. “Now get it just wet enough, Twinkie.” His brown eyes met mine for the briefest of moments before he looked down again. His hand shook on my hard dick, and I exhaled long and loud. “Come on, Twinkie. You want to ask Santa, don’t you?” He leaned forward, moved one hand to my thigh, and then opened his mouth to suck my dick. When his lips wrapped around my cock, I let out a contented rumble, and leaned back in the chair. He was breathing quickly, and I had the urge to grab the back of his head and shove him down until I was in his throat. I resisted. Barely. He bobbed his head down a bit, and I groaned. The elf was a decent cocksucker, it turned out. I shouldn’t be surprised. The loud ones are always the ones gagging for a dick. After he sucked for a few strokes, I couldn’t resist putting a hand on his head, and though he tensed, he didn’t pull away. After a few more strokes, his tongue licking my dick and him getting used to my thick cock, I tightened my hold on his hair and lifted off the chair a bit to meet his sucking with a short thrust. He gagged a bit, but I held him firm as his hands gripped my red cloth pants. “Yeah, Twinkle, that’s not bad. You’re doing good, boy.” He slurped and sucked and sometimes gagged a bit, until finally, when I was good and hard, I pulled him away from my dick with a quick jerk. His brown eyes were watery with tears from when he’d gagged a bit. I looked down at him, and he bit his lip when I tugged his hair tighter. “Please..?” he said. “What’s that, Twinkle?” I asked, amused. “Can I have my bag?” I smiled down at him. “You don’t ask from down there, boy,” I said, shaking my head. “You know better than that, boy. Back onto my lap. And ask properly.” He shivered, and his eyes widened for a moment. “What?” I spread my legs a little wider, and slapped my red-cloth-covered thighs. My cock stood tall and proud – I’d put on a cock-ring before work for just this moment. Parker swallowed, but he rose shakily, and once again tried to sit sideways across my lap. “No no no,” I said, and grabbed his waist, turning him to face me. I slid my legs between his, one at a time, and then pulled at his waist until he slid forward and crouched over my dick. He sat down with a whimper, and I felt my cock pressed between those luscious round cheeks. His face was right in front of mine, flushed and awkward. He stared at my chest. I wrapped my arms around him again, and rocked him back and forth a bit, my cock sliding along his crack. “Now then,” I said, leaning ahead and putting my beard right against his ear. “Do you have a question for Santa, Twinkle?” “Can I have my bag?” he asked. “Hrm,” I said, and shifted my weight under him, rubbing my dick between his ass cheeks again. “Santa will let you reach into his bag, since you’ve admitted to being naughty. Let’s start with that.” Parker tensed, and I leaned over – more wonderful friction between my dick and his sweet cheeks – and I glanced down to see a telltale wet-spot on the front of his green jockstrap. His dick was very hard. I pulled up the bag and held it just a little out of his reach. He leaned over to get it, and I shifted just-so underneath him, rubbing my dickhead across his pucker for a moment. He let out a little whimper, and I smiled and let him reach into the bag. He pulled out a smaller bag, one of a few I’d put in there, and he held it in one hand. I slid my hands back to his waist and pulled him back onto my lap again, grinding my dick up between his cheeks and pulling him even closer to my stomach and chest. He undid the knot on the bag with trembling fingers, holding the small red bag over my stomach and then reaching inside and pulling out the first of the two items – a small bottle of lube. He swallowed. “There’s more, Twinkie,” I said, and took the little bottle from him. He reached in again, and pulled out the ball gag. I could tell at once he had no idea what it was, and I smiled at him. “It’s to stop naughty boys from saying naughty things,” I said, and he bit his lip frowning at the rubber ball and straps. “Please, I... I’ll be nice...” I smiled, and took the ball gag from his fingers with my free hand. I pressed it against his lips, and he whimpered before opening his mouth. I pushed it in, and then put the small bottle of lube in my mouth while I took the straps of the ball gag and tied them around the back of Parker’s head. I took the lube from my mouth and smiled at the young man. His eyes were wide. “That’s much better,” I said. “Can’t say naughty things, can you?” He made a noise, and I smiled even wider. “You know, I think Santa’s pole isn’t as wet as it needs to be. Don’t you agree, Twinkie?” Parker whimpered as I uncapped the lube and squirted some onto my open hand. When I reached behind him with the hand that held the bottle and tugged him up and off my dick, he pressed against my stomach and chest, shaking as he spread his thighs and balanced on his knees in a half-crouch over me – it wasn’t a position he could keep for long. I rubbed my lubed hand against my dick, then started to stroke my fingers up between the young man’s ass cheeks, pouring more of the cool liquid onto my fingers and giving his pucker a little prod with my finger tips. Parker’s hands gripped my shoulders and he was breathing in little puffy breaths, his knees shaking against my thighs, propped up against me. I moved my head a little and found his little pointed left nipple with my mouth and gave him a little bite. Ah, his nipples were sensitive, as was his little twink rosebud. Perfect. I sucked on his nipple. The noise he made into the gag was music to my ears. I pushed a little harder with my fingertip, and he pushed back against me, unable to help himself and still perched half up on his knees. “Oh, Twinkle,” I said, freeing his left nipple and sliding my mouth across his chest to the other side. “I think you want to be nice for Santa, don’t you? Very nice indeed...” He shivered again, but when I gave his right nipple a stronger bite, his whole body shook and the groaned into the ball-gag and my fingertip slipped into his pucker. I rubbed at him for a few moments while I chewed on him, and he groaned and writhed against me, his legs now quaking with the effort to stay upright against me. His hands gripped at my shoulders, now a bit damp with sweat, and I growled as I bit and sucked and licked at his nipple. I slid my finger further into him, prodding a little further, and he groaned again. Enough. I pulled my finger free – he let out a small moan into the rubber ball. I dropped the lube, gripped my dick, and reached up to the back of his neck and pulled him back down, aiming my cock upright between those pert round ass cheeks, right at his pucker. He cried out into the ball-gag, but gravity was against him, not to mention a big bear with a strong arm. He sank onto my dick and I felt that tight bubble butt open for my cock a few inches. He tried to brace himself against my shoulders again, and his head hung, his eyes clenched shut, while he grunted and groaned into the ball-gag. He was crouched, half-buried on my cock, his lean thighs shaking with the effort. “Oh, fuck yes,” I growled, and gave him a little buck. He cried out into the gag again, and squirmed on my dick, which only made my cock go in deeper. He whimpered and I pulled on him again. “Come on, boy,” I said. “You know you want Santa’s dick... that’s a bear dick sliding into you, boy...” I bucked again, and he cried out again, his legs shaking, and another inch of my cock slid inside him. He was so fucking tight. His voice was perfect now that it was silenced by the rubber ball-gag. “Oh, that’s a nice boy,” I growled. “Santa wants you to side down on his lap, and then you can ask him again, like a good boy...” Parker whimpered into the ball-gag, but his legs were shaking from his awkward crouch, and his ass was sending his brain the feedback that all good bottom boys get when there’s a dick half-way up their hole. He sat down on my dick, his cheeks speared on my dick, and his own dick hard and poking out now from the pouch of his green jock. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing in sharp puffs from his nose, still crouched above me, his calves now bearing his weight but his legs still half-bent in a squat. “Look at Santa, boy,” I said. He opened his eyes, and met my gaze. I nodded, and slid my hands down to his waist and gave him a sharp tug towards me. My cock ground around inside him, and his surprised yelp into the ball-gag made it obvious that my cock was rubbing him just right. Typical twink bottom boy – get some meat into him, and he just can’t help himself. “Okay, Twinkie. You want Santa to give you presents, don’t you, boy?” I tugged him toward me again, my cock hard and buried balls-deep up his ass. He groaned wildly, and nodded. I smiled, and ground my cock into him again, then reached over to my bag – not the Santa bag this time, but my own – and pulled out the cuffs I’d put in there. Parker didn’t notice at first, he was enjoying my dick rubbing him as I tilted, but when he saw the cuffs, his eyes widened. “First present, boy. Hands,” I demanded. He was shaking, but he held his hands out in front of him, obeying. I cuffed his wrists together, and then pulled his arms over my head, his cuffed hands now trapped behind my neck. Then, with no further pause, I started to jerk him towards me with rough tugs to his waist. He groaned and grunted, crying out, and I felt his hands twist and writhe behind my head. “Yeah, that’s a good present for you, boy, isn’t it?” I growled, and when he didn’t answer, I slapped his ass with my hand, hard. He yelped into the gag. “Isn’t it?” I asked again. He nodded, making inarticulate noises into the gag as I ground my dick in a slow circle inside him, rocking him to the left and the right. “Hold on, boy... This hairy bear has another present for you...” I gripped under his legs, and rose from the chair. My cock, buried in his tight pucker, must have speared him as I slowly rose to my feet, and he moaned, his arms tight around my neck, his back arching, and his legs wrapped around my waist. He was helpless, hung around my neck, impaled on my cock, and totally at the mercy of his ass, which was definitely clenching around my meat. He groaned and grunted as I managed to grip his ass in one hand to hold him in place while my other shucked the oversized red pants down. I stepped out of them in nothing but the black boots now, and then walked with the young man riding my dick all the way to the one solid wall of the little hut – the one built against the back of the escalators in the mall. I shoved him into the wall, and buried my dick into him hard. He cried out again. “Okay, you little shit,” I growled into his ear. “You’ve been a pain in my ass for weeks, and now I’m going to take it out on your ass in trade.” I slammed him again, burying myself deep. “With interest.” I pressed him against the wall, and used one hand to tug his head to the left, so I could rub my rough beard all over his smooth neck before giving him a rough bite and other three hard thrusts against the wall. Parker whimpered and moaned and cried out into the ball-gag. “Such a fucking whore, aren’t you?” I snarled. “High and mighty, but put a dick up your ass and you’re nothing but a chew-toy for the bear, aren’t you?” I squeezed his ass cheeks so tight it would bruise, and rammed him again. He cried out into the gag again and again. “Aren’t you?” He nodded over and over, agreeing as his skin grew wet with sweat. My wife-beater was getting wet with my own sweat, and I could smell us as I fucked him like the cheap little shit he was. “You ready for your last present, boy?” I snarled at him, reaching up and gripping his chin with one hand, and making him face me. His eyes were wide and they fluttered when I rammed him again and again, the friction magic with the lube and his tight hole. “Boy?” I growled. He nodded. I reached under him, and unsnapped the cockring. My balls ached with the urge to spunk inside him. Then I reached back up gripped the back of his head. I picked up my pace, ramming him ruthlessly. “Here’s your choice, boy,” I said, voice even. “You can let me breed you boy – fill you right up with my dirty bear cum and give you the gift that keeps on giving – or you can have your clothes back. Your choice.” His eyes widened as what I was saying made it to his foggy getting-fucked brain. I laughed when I realized it took him so long because he was so close to coming himself. “I’d say you’ve got about six or seven thrusts from this bear dick before you need to choose...” I undid the snaps on his ball gag and tugged on the ball-snapping it free. I rammed home again. And again. “Please!” he gasped. I rammed him again, grinding him against the wall. “Please what, boy?” “Oh!” he gasped, “Oh, oh fuck! Please! I need... I can’t...” I fucked him again, and his moan seemed to come from deep in his stomach. “What do you need? You need me to fuck you and fill you up, don’t you boy?” I rammed in hard. “Yes! I mean, oh, I mean...” His head slammed against the wall with every thrust, and reached up and gripped his head in both hands, spearing him against the wall with one last rough lunge as my balls unloaded deep into his boy-ass. His eyes never left mine, and he cried out as his own dick spurted between us, slick against his smooth stomach and rubbing into my damp wife-beater. I stayed buried inside him while my cock surged twice more, and then ground myself into him a little bit before I pulled away from the wall. His arms tightened around my neck, and he let out a little choked sob. “You want your clothes now, boy?” I asked him. My cock slid free from his ass, and I felt some of my sperm drip onto my thigh as he shifted to stand on his own feet, his arms still around my neck. I fingered his slick hole, and he whimpered a little. “What’s that?” I asked. “Yes please,” He said. I smiled. “Good boy. And then Santa will give you a ride back to his place. He’s gonna fill your chimney with presents all night long, boy. You like that idea, Twinkie? This bear is gonna tie you down and you’re going to learn how much you like a hairy man who can plow you so hard you’ll be begging to pass out. You want that for Christmas?” Parker looked at me, and swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.” I smiled. “I like your attitude.”

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

I have played for this guy a number of times. Black guy fairly big cock not the best but I've seen. Anyway he has a phenomenal ability to come and leave his cock in me pause for a minute or so and then go at it again. He always leaves me with four loads. In my raw hole. The first time I hooked up with him I was skeptical was he Faking It. Anyway when I would go home and the c** was dripping down my legs and then I would let it out over a mirror so I could watch it yeah for huge loads. So today he was really pounding me and it actually started to hurt never had that before. I was considering telling him to stop because it was that painful but then I thought what kind of bottom am I if I tell the top to stop. I took some poppers and that helped to turn it into pleasure. Anyway so awesome and when it comes it's just the roars. I will certainly go there again.

I like a guy who doesn’t say anything, just breeds me because he knows he can

More often then not, it's my first contact with a guy. I'm not looking for anything other than a load. I don't look for or need any type of personal connection I just want his cock. I'm always hoping for ongoing, assuming things click the first time around. Most of the loads I take are from DL attached guys, so ongoing is difficult.

bottom?

When I lived in London, one of my tribes was a group of chavs/skinheads. When they got wild, they would fuck face (or force someone down on their dick) to the point of vomiting. That’s when I realised I preferred to be in control when I am trying to go balls deep on a dick.

The perp isn't a heterosexual white male either.

Too many bottoms and cocksuckers around where I am. I want there to be a big surplus of men who just want a quick blowjob and don't mind getting it from a pig like me. I would be happy, and grateful, to service DOZENS of them every day.

The first time I took raw dick was in 1983 when I was 19. This was before taking it raw was a big deal. I gave and took loads whenever I could for a couple of years. Then everyone started talking about safe sex, and I became a condom nazi for 6-7 years. In 1992, I had moved to a bigger city for grad school, and I started hooking up through personal ads in the local indie paper - a lot like the apps only no pics and everything took days not minutes. I had placed an ad looking for guys who wanted head. One of the guys who responded was a short, thin Hispanic guy with a 9 inch uncut cock. I invited him over to my house while my roommate was at work. After a few minutes of small talk, we got naked and I knelt between his legs as he sat on the couch. His cock was super thick, too. I had not realized that from the description. I slowly worked the head tasting that extra flavor uncut guys always have. I was able to get most of him in my mouth eventually. He let me work for a good while. Then he leaned forward and reached down to stroke my cock. He maneuvered us into 69 on the couch. After sucking me for a few, he moved down to my hole and began to give me the best rimjob I have had before or since. Before I realized it, our positions had reversed - I was sitting on the couch with him kneeling before me with my legs in the air and his tongue all the way inside my hole. Then in one swift motion, he raised himself into fucking position and slid inside me. This was the biggest cock I had ever taken at the time, but he had loosened me up so much that it slid in painlessly. I was just suddenly full of uncut cock. It felt so good, but after a minute I freaked out about his going in bare. I had not taken a bare cock in years at this point. I asked him to rubber up (I promise the story gets better). He was disappointed, but he was nice about it. He fucked me until he came. We did it one more time like that a week or so later. One day, he hit me up wanting to play. My roommate was home, and we tried not to hook up unless the other was out (fucked up student apartment with no real privacy). I agreed to go over to his house this time. We made out a little on his couch, and then we got naked. He was eating me out in that amazing way he had, but this time, there were poppers. [This was during one of those times when they had made one formula illegal in the US, and you hardly saw poppers for a few years. This was the first I had even seen them in at least a couple of years.] He kept encouraging me to take as many hits as I liked off his bottle. Now, I remembered how good his raw cock felt in me, and I had been jacking off thinking about it. He went to get a condom from the bedroom. While he was gone, I took a big hit and thought about taking it bare. When he got back, I asked him not to use the rubber; he threw it down like it was hot. He slid inside and gave me an amazing fuck. Then I took my first load in years. I came back for more every few days until I moved away for a work later that year. He must have given more a hundred loads or more (for years, I would come back to see school friends and always got a load from him). I also started encouraging other tops to go bare and breed me. I never really wanted to use rubbers again.

Turns out I'm going to be in town (LA) for work and I can think of no better way to spend a Tuesday night. Anyone go regularly? I've only been there once, but wanted to know if it was an early or late event - wanna maximize the number of cocks I can catch.... My hole will be available before and after as well. Tops, knock me up.

14 - The hunt is on / The dangers of Jogging The Creator and his pack having finished with their latest conversion slipped though darkness and tall grass into the trees at the back of the dark Gentech building. Silent as ghosts they moved as one following the pheromone and bloody trail left by their quarry, faint but still there. They watched two figures pass them their scents full of sex and fear, lights lancing though the darkness as they quickly moved towards where Andy had been tuned, the creature that had been Nick moved to break from the group and follow them, but the creator let out a short low grunt and it quickly returned to their loose formation. The two men were armed and posed too much of a risk for the pack now, but it mattered not … if his latest creation was still there it would quickly gift the two with his DNA, and if not then they would stumble around in the dark looking for it. But ether way the creator and his pack had more important target, and the trail was growing cold. They moved like unseen phantoms in the night, though the suburbs of a town much quicker on foot than Gray had been injured and panicked as he was. As it moved and tracked its target the creator watched the world around it, so many men with so much potential wasted in their current forms, lumbering and weak it instinctively yearned to track and convert each of them to infect and transform them as its DNA demanded and bring their new perfect forms under its control … but first it needed to finish its primary pack, there would be time enough for the others its dick dripped a stream of black corruption at the very thought. Not long after entering the outskirts of the town following the pheromone trail though the urban sprawl the pack watched from ally opposite a franchise gym at its massive glass windows spilling light onto the dark street, showing yet more healthy vessels for there corruption striving for the perfection only they could offer. It was however not the Gym that held the Creators attention nor was it the pure specimens inside but the split pheromone trail one went west the other east both very weak and failing fast … it made up its mind the creator let out a series of low growls its spiderweb veins flashing there toxic green and the group split up the creator, and two of its progeny, the ones who had been known as Nate and Nick went east following one trail, leaving the other two following the western trail both groups without another sound issued quickly disappeared into the night. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a Park to the west of the Gym, Pete concluded he hated jogging he saw it as a waste of time when he could be doing literally anything else other than taking part in this torture, but he knew he had to lose some weight coming up to fifty and being over two hundred and thirty pounds at only five foot seven was a recipe for disaster so he had promised his wife that he would start jogging with their neighbour Dan. He had instantly regrated his life choices Dan was just out of college and a friend of his son’s; he was also a six-foot three blond twenty-three-year-old adonis in amazing shape. Not to mention vegan, T-total and if his son was to be believed still a virgin ... something about saving himself for marriage, all Pete knew was if he had a body like Dans he would have been partying every night and slept with everything that’s moved but hats probably why he was in this state. They were lass then fifteen minutes into the run when Pete Called for the third time out near the edge of the trees, doubled over the pudgy man was sweating and gasping for breath, his shirt drenched in sweat, dan already a ways away jogged back and ran on the spot barley looking ruffled. “You alright Mr Wickford? … this is the fourth time you have stopped in like ten minutes, you want to call it a night there?” his voice full of concern, bending down to give the older man some support. Pete Pushed him away with a frown “get off ... I just… I just ... need to … take a leak is all” he stumbled from the well-lit path through the bushes into the dark trees beyond leaving a confused looking Dan behind, Pete leaned against a tree far enough away that he hoped Dan couldn’t see him and tried to catch his breath as his inner voice screamed in shame, that he failed to even jog five minutes without having to stop. He tugged out his cock and was about to start peeing when something caught his eye, pulsing an eerie green in the trees and a strange smell filled the air. He took a few tentative steps in its direction trying to see the source, Pete opened his mouth to yell for Dan when something rocketed from the dark and slammed into him knocking him against a tree and winding him, as he struggled to breath again eyes watering from the pain he tried to push whatever it was away, only to hit solid immovable muscle more like stone than flesh and way to hot to be human flesh. The pudgy man gasped again and tried to yell out, only to have something long and slimy enter his mouth and down his throat, he coughed and choked his head now spinning with a strange fog and he stopped struggling. What ever had hit him held him against the tree continued to kiss him still holding him in a vice like grip, its tongue writhing in his mouth as the part of his brain screaming at him to run to fight to escape felt like it was a million miles away. He was barely aware his T shirt and joggers got ripped away by what must have been another set of hands, exposing his pallid flesh to the cold night as he was lowered to the ground. The kiss ended and now two months explored his body, one was lapping at his sweat soaked chest and pits a keening sound reaching the dazed man’s ears each time it discovered a new patch to explore. The other had found his steel hard four-inch cock with its tongue, already leaking pure uncorrupted pre it was quickly enveloped by its hungry maw expertly sucking out what it could. Pete let out a loud moan at the creatures’ ministrations not having experienced this level of pleasure at any point in his life, he was vaguely aware of a voice shout his name he tried to look over and saw a shape illuminated in that green glow then the mouth on his cock vanished and the figure turned and ran chased by that green light. Distracted by the blurry scene playing out to his left Pete didn’t notice the first creature get between his legs, until he felt something slimy slide between his ass cheeks leaving a warm trail of something behind that tingled strangely against his flesh. He tried to clear his head and focus on the shadowy thing looming above him filling his vision, as its strange toxic green strobed faster, it grabbed his legs and pushed them back uncomfortably to his chest and then the pressure came against his hole, like someone was trying to force a steel fist into him he struggled and pushed back but it was no use it was like being griped by a statue. Pete’s Mind snapped back and his vision cleared in time to see the stale grey, black veined, muscular creature that had once been Jackson bear its full weight down on him. Pete screamed in white hot pain as his hole fought a losing battle before it tore open allowing the creatures toxic member to slip inside and the black corruption seeping from it quickly finding the cuts and open wounds to slip into his blood while the rest lined its new hosts insides, it pulled back and slammed in again to more screams Pete begging it to stop but it continued relentlessly picking up its rhythm, it took less than thirty seconds for the pain fade as did Pete’s screams now the man just whimpered and sobbed at the strange pleasure of the slick toxic cock destroying his insides as the burning DNA of the creator ripped though his body. Pete felt himself Fading away under that strange burning stinging sensation, he couldn’t tell you how he knew even if he could have spoken at that moment but somehow, he knew, the man he once was, was being stripped away piece by piece only for something new to take its place. Memories, Thoughts and Beliefs burned away with each thrust of this creature’s massive cock and all he could do was enjoy the ride to oblivion. he felt the creature pull out leaving him feeling empty, his ass gaping leaking blood and tar black cum from the pounding it has received unable to see how quickly the corruption inside him was already spreading. He let out a moan of frustration only to feel himself being flipped over on to his stomach. The creature quickly pinning him to the cold earth as its steel hard dick entered him again, he simply moaned and pushed back surrendering to the pleasure knowing he could do nothing now. Barely any of Pete was left to feel the rhythm of the pounding grow more frantic, the green light strobe faster and faster as he felt the creatures cock expend inside him .. his last though was of his wife waiting for him at home as the creature screamed its defiance to the night air and came inside him, rope after corrupted rope of cum filled him and the last of Pete vanished in the corrupted torrent, as he screamed in pleasure and shot his last human load of uncorrupted cum into the dirt beneath him. The creature that had once been called Jackson pulled out from its new creation and rolled it onto its back and watched as it spasmed and twitched on the forest floor, eyes already jet black and grey spreading across its skin as the black corrupted veins raced ahead of it, fat stores being drained to fuel the transformation as, bone, muscle and sinew snapped and cracked as every part of Pete was being rewritten by the creators DNA Jackson left his new progeny and raced into after Alverez and their quarry knowing they had to move on quickly.

Last night when to a Pump and Dump scene in a hotel through Sniffies. I was the first one there so I fucked the bottom for a bit and another guy walked in he had a big uncut cock. He and I spit roasted the bottom a bit before I let him breed the bottom first he came a lot because it was dripping out of the bottom's hole. It didn't take me long to add my own big load to that sweet hole he could feel my cock in his second ring. But that isn't all I was still getting notifications from the group chat saying he was 5 loads in. I started getting hard again, so I went back I waited for two other guys to breed him while I jacked my cock to get close and then gave him another load. All and all a great night for my birthday lol. I love a sloppy hair hole to breed.

As a top, i love my partner slutty. I mean, real slutty, a no load refused cumdump. He would be open about it, talking about it with pride, no shame. I love them when they're insatiable.

Long time lurker. Figured it’s about time I started posting some of my own sexcapades. I’m in the military and getting ready for a deployment. They have us in this god forsaken place here in Texas. Pretty locked down. Luckily, there’s Grindr. One thing about me is that when I’m in the open bay and there is only the showers or the bathroom stalls to JO then I’d rather go without fapping. So by the time I met this boy I had a weeks worth of cum brewing in my balls. He is a cute, 28 yo, 5’5” tall, 155 lbs, white, vers/bottom. I’m 6’1, 185 lbs and fit. I love cute, short, bottoms that are just a lil bit chubby. Anyways, he hits me up on Grindr and get my juices flowing and so horned up my balls hurt. He is just so cute and fuckable. Unfortunately, us being just enlisted and not high enough on the totem pole to have our own rooms. Unlike the major I hooked up with here. But that’s another story…. We had to figure out a place to meet. That’s when we came upon these latrines that are off the beaten track. we kiss a little bit, he sucks me, and I start getting a little hard. He starts eating me out and I get way hard. I might be more verse depending on the situation and this is one of them. I wasn’t prepared to get fucked but I wanted to feel his dick a little bit. So I squatted and lined up his dick with my hole. It felt really good but I knew I wasn’t clean down there so I turn around and then turn him around. I start spitting on his hole and working it in. I spit on my dick. And ease the head in. I can tell I went to far when i see he winces so I pull out and add more spit. I go a little slower this time and his hole opens up nicely. I don’t like a hole that is too tight. He is bent at the waist and I’m standing and I start getting into a good rhythm. We are standing in front on the sinks. Quick aside, honestly the way this bathroom is set up it would be perfect for cruising. Anyways, I’m so lookin on forward to blowing this load and boy it feels good when I do. It was such a fat fucking load. His hole looked so good coated in my cum. I had to snap a pic. I scooped some off of his hole and gave it to him to see if he wanted a taste. But he declined. I cleaned him up. I wanted to get him off too but with the risk of getting caught we were in a hurry to leave. it was hot walking back and hearing him say that his hole was wet and dripping. we have actually hooked up one more time since then and I got his load up my bottom. we plan to hook up tonight. It will be our last chance because I ship out tomorrow night and will be busy all day. I plan to leave another load in him and get one more before he goes. im adding the picture of his loaded hole. Hope you enjoyed my first post.

Part 1 I had been chatting on Grindr with this guy on and off for a few months. We have met in person, but we never really hit it off. Different friend groups and all that. Now though, I realize, he probably just thought I was a bit of a downer or not that exciting. Our chats started off innocently enough. I had a blank profile, so did he. My side of the chat was definitely hesitant. I hadn’t partied in a long time and aside from some chatting and looking for dates, Grindr wasn’t really a place for me to get what I thought I needed. Perhaps I didn’t really know what I needed? I am a pretty average guy, slim to medium build, at this time in my life I was in my mid-to-late 20's and I had really starting exploring my sexuality. I also was really stuck in the party scene. I started off innocently enough, a few "accidents" or experiments with drugs my friends offered. It was mostly about dancing and having fun and I didn't buy anything myself. I just took what was offered. Soon though, I was buying. I started buying for the dancing and the time with friends, but then I soon started buying with the intent of bringing some home. Eventually, I was partying a lot, a few nights a week. Poppers didnt help. I was able to be relatively tame for the most part, but often found my inhibitions lowered after a bit of coke or a few hits of poppers. I didnt fuck much on molly or anything else, but I knew It was supposed to be fun. I often tried dating and most friends, family, and colleagues assumed I was pretty innocent. Only a select few friends knew I even partied. For the most part, it felt like I was living a double life. I loved chatting online, but mostly just chatted and never took it any further. Having roommates and being fairly broke didn't help. However, I did my best to push my boundaries intentionally in some places, and unintentionally in others, especially if I was high. As the weeks went on, and if I was drinking, stoned, and using poppers, my messages would open up a bit. He sent a dick pic early on, I shared a shot of me standing and in my jock. It was a Tuesday evening when I fully started to open up. He was horny and I was jerking off before bed. He asked, “You ever like to party?” I told him I did, but that it has been a while. We had chatted a bit, mostly small talk, but not taking the convo too far. However, tonight it escalated quickly and I wasn't sure why or how, but I was enjoying the convo. Him: "I wanna get you high and fuck." This hit all the right buttons for me, but in the end, I was still feeling so much guilt and shame about the double life. Me: "That sounds hot. I'm nervous though." Him: "I understand. Would it help if I showed my face? " I was worried I would need to send my face, so I was hesitant. I also love having an anonymous encounter. In the time it took me to consider it, he sent a face photo. Once I realized who it was, I lost interest a bit. I considered blocking him and moving on, but something kept me slightly interested. The fact that I knew him from my day-to-day life, not just the hook up scene, made it feel like I had a confidant. Someone I could share my interests with. He was a hot guy, tall, dark skin, pretty confident but also a bit goofy and I definitely wondered what he was like in bed, but never explored it further. The dick pic he sent early on in our anon chats was a beautiful one. Large, uncut, wet, and ready to point. But it still felt wrong, after a few minutes, I responded. Me: Hey, yeh we know each other. It is Simon. I assumed this would be buzzkill to the situation, but he just kept on with it. Him: Oh hey, so yeh, do you party? At this point I was pretty horny, so I opened up a bit. Sharing my interests, my fears, but also just my lack of experience in general. He ate it up. Him: Fuck man, I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you after you come home from the bar? We can keep the party going. This sounded really hot. It also lined up with how likely it would be that I would actually entertain the thought of getting fucked up and used late at night, after I had been out partying. I told him I was interested, but that I usually lost my nerve. He didn’t care. He kept on. Him: Message me this weekend when you are out partying. I want to feel the build up. When you leave to go home, send me a message and Ill come meet you. I agreed. We set it up for that Saturday night/Sunday morning. At this point in my life I was partying quite a bit so I wasnt worried about it happening, I was more worried at how likely it was to happen. The rest of the week went by and we didnt chat much. I just nervously went through the week, knowing that I was going to be home alone Saturday and Sunday and the conditions were right for me to get used. Saturday evening arrived. I mostly forgot about our arrangement until the end of the night. I got pretty messed up, using some coke and drinking, but headed home before the bar closed. Maybe I did it intentionally, maybe I just forgot and I was tired and needed to rest. Either way I found myself walking home the 20 minutes to get to my place, in the dead of winter, and opening up Grindr. There were a few messages, mostly just intro chats, but nothing from him. I went to our last message and saw that he was online. I thought about writing him, but just as I opened our chat there was a message from him. Him: “What’s up? Ready to meet up?” I told him I was walking home and I was ready. I was nervous, but also, I was just really ravenous for dick. Him: “where you at? Im just getting in a cab, Ill come get you.” I sent him the address and waited. Minutes later he was there. I hopped in the cap and we headed to my place. We didn’t really talk much, but we both had grindr open and we were messaging each other there. Sitting next to him I could feel my hard on growing and I could see his pants were getting tight. Him: “Fuck man, I am so horny. You have me so curious. I want to cum inside you.” Until this point, we didnt really talk about safe sex or taking any precautions. It was also already too late because I was horny and high. I just wrote back, “fuck yeh”, as the car pulled up outside my apartment. He paid, we got out, and we wordlessly walked inside. I led him to the kitchen and said “help yourself, I will be right back. Just gonna take a shower”. Before I could leave he said, “Wait, take this” and handed me two pills. I swallowed them and jumped in the shower. By the time I got cleaned up, I was rolling hard. My body felt electric. I could hear the sound of porn coming from the kitchen. I came out hard and wet and saw him sitting at the kitchen table cutting up lines of powder while watching porn on his phone. It was anon cumdump style porn. I was electric. “You want some?” He said as he took a rip. I walked over and grabbed the straw and hit a few lines. I was flying. While this was happening he was slapping and kneading my ass cheeks. I was naked in the kitchen and he was fully clothed. I turned around and started walking towards the bedroom. I felt like I was floating and it was hard for me to focus. I turned on my computer, booted up a Treasure Island Media cumdump video, put on a jockstrap and grabbed my poppers and then fell face first into the bed. The volume was up really loud and I could barely see, so the sound of men thrusting into the bottoms on the video mingled with my surroundings. I was feeling great. I felt him come up behind me and I realized he wasn’t clothed anymore. I looked back a bit and saw that his cock was rock hard. He spit in his hand and rubbed it up and down his cock. He looked me in the eye, smiled, and said, “Fuck yeh. You want this dont you? You want to get fucked raw?” I could only whimper in response. He entered me. I was too high at this point to remember much of what happened. Just felt so overwhelmed by it all and I was enjoying myself. The sound of the porn, the feeling of his huge cock inside, and the deep and intense feelings of the party supplies had me in a trance. It went on for a while, but it felt like it was over to soon. I don’t really remember when he got off, but suddenly he pulled out of me. I had enough in me to ask “did you cum?” He gasped, and said, “yeh man. I came like 3 times. You are flooded. I gotta go though, gotta meet friends for brunch.” I realized then that it was morning already. I reached back to feel my hole and it was true, I was deeply flooded. I felt loose. I also still felt so horny. Instead of being completely out of it, I was just horny and buzzing hard. He got up and tucked his softening cock into his briefs, pulled on the rest of his clothes and said, “I gotta jet. I left you a few treats in the kitchen”. With that he slapped my ass and walked away. I was left laying ass up in bed, coming down a bit, but still pretty high. I know I got used, but I wanted more. I walked to the kitchen, used the rest of the treats he left behind, and soon felt ravenous again. The drugs, the poppers, and my cummy hole had me flying. I had fun, but I wasn’t finished. I needed more, but I wanted it anon. I crawled onto my bed and played with myself a bit while looking at other guys. I booted up the usual apps and sites and started cruising. It was early morning and the sun was starting to come up, but I imagined there were probably some guys looking to play. Shortly after I got a message from a profile on Manhunt, an older guy who had a photo of his body in boxer briefs, fairly average looking, but a decent size package. His message was short and sweet. Him: “You looking? Buddy and I are in a hotel looking to play with another guy, bttm preferably”. The next round of treats were causing me some difficulty in responding, but I tried my best. I figured I might as well go right in and be honest. Me: “Yeh. Horny here to get fucked anon.” A few seconds passed. He just replied with the address and room number and told me to come on over. I called a cab and started putting myself together. I went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, but I was also struggling a touch. Too horny and high to do anything easily, but I did my best. The cab was there within a few minutes so I pulled on a few clothes, even though I was still wet, some sunglasses, and headed out the door. I managed to pull on a jock strap, some sweatpants, tshirt, a hoodie, and a jacket. As I sat in the cab I tried to think rationally, but I was too warm, horny, and buzzing to feel much else besides lust and hunger for more cock. My clothes felt sticky, maybe from the warmth or maybe from not drying myself off enough. I could feel my cock leaking through the jockstrap and I was fairly sure I was at risk of having a wet spot on the front and back of my sweats. The cabby tried talking to me, but I wasn’t responding much. I just kept refreshing apps. The drive from my place to the downtown hotel wasn’t long, I probably could have walked if I had the awareness or the energy. As the cab started to pull into the hotel, I got another message from the guy off of Manhunt, plus a few other messages from other guys. Hotel guy: “You close? We are pretty horny. Partying a bit here as well, is that cool? How anon do you want it? We can blindfold you?” I couldnt respond much, I just replied “Here. That’s hot. Coming up.” Hotel guy: “Hot. We will wait in the bathroom and you come in and lay down on the bed.” I just wrote back, “Cool. Getting in the elevator.” It didn’t take long. I didnt look at the front desk people, I just floated through the lobby into the elevator. There were a few people hanging about, but mostly I didnt notice. I was too focused on getting to the room before my high wore off. I can get nervous and back out. As soon as the elevator doors started to close I pulled out my poppers and took a bit hit. The elevator moved up, I was headed to the 11th floor, but I only got two floors before it stopped. A family with young kids came in. Where I had taken the hit of poppers, I was reeling. I was so grateful for the sun glasses. I tried to look relaxed and like everything was cool by looking at my phone, but I ended up dropping it. The family said a few words to me but nothing really registered. I bent over to pick up my phone and I felt the strap of my jock pop out of the top of my sweats and show my skin. While bent over, my glasses fell off. Everything was a mess. I scrambled a bit, but as I reached for my phone another hand grabbed it. I looked up and it was what i assumed was the father of the children, who looked me in the eyes as I reached for the phone and we stopped and stared at each other for a second. I started getting hard immediately. It was an awkward moment for me as he looked at me. The elevator stopped and it showed we were on the 10th floor. I heard some noise from who I assumed to be his wife or partner and the kids, and they started shuffling out the door. The other man gave me my phone as the rest walked off, then as they got out he lingered slightly, turned back towards me, and gave me a wink. I felt myself melt. The elevator closed and that was that. Between this floor and the next I pulled myself together as best I could and thought, man, that guy was hot. I wish he was fucking me too. I stepped out of the elevator, rock hard, and when I looked down I could see I was tenting and seeping through. I tucked my dick up into the waistband and opened manhunt to say a message that I was on the floor. No other response, so I decided to head in. I knew what I was getting into somewhat, but I didnt care. I was too high, too focused on getting used, and throwing caution to the wind slightly. I got to the hotel room door, did a final scan for a message, wrote “Im coming in” and opened the door. I wasnt sure what this experience was going to bring, but I was letting go of control. To be continued.

#3. Jason I had managed to drift off a bit, into a liminal state between wakefulness and sleep, where my mind was able to wander and to imagine what was would happen the rest of the afternoon. I was interrupted by a light knock on the door. It shocked me back to the present reality. "Ready?" Nathan asked, but the door was still closed. "Yeah," I said. I sat up on the side of the bed, and then shakily, I stood up, ready for my next man and my next breeding. The door opened, and a tall black man stepped inside. From the light spilling in from the hallway, I could see an impressive mane of dreadlocks hanging down his back. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, and a black tank top. Even in the dim light of the bedroom, it easy to see that he was impressively muscular. "Hey," he said, as Nathan closed the door behind us. I had to look up to see his face. He had a wide smile and a bit of a goatee. He had definitely taken care of himself, but I still guessed that he was probably in his early 40s. He was starting to show his age: his goatee was dark but was flecked with bits of grey. Plus, as I looked closer, I saw that his dreads also had bits of grey. The grey only re-enforced a quiet confidence about him, he knew his place in the world and he had the strength to assert it. "Hi," I said. "I'm Jason." I felt very small next to him, almost vulnerable, especially wearing just the thin jockstrap. He smiled. "I know," he said. "I'm Eli." He took a small backpack off, and put it on the floor next to the bed. In a surprisingly smooth motion, he pulled off his tank top, flipping his dreadlocks over his shoulder and down his chest. His chest was just as muscled as his arms, and the dreads hung all the way down to just below his waistband. "Having a good afternoon?" he asked. "Yeah, I am." I said. On a dark street, I'd be trying to avoid him, but in the intimate setting of a bedroom, he seemed surprisingly calm and easy-going. "Uh, Intense, but also very fun," I said. "That's what I want to hear, white boy,” he said. He took off a watch and put it on the bed table, then kicked off his sneakers. He reached into his backpack, and pulled out a glasses case, just like Sean's earlier in the day. "You party?" he asked me. "Yeah, I do. Did some earlier today," I had a warm flush race over my body. I was already anticipating the rush of the drugs. "Good," he said. "But now it's time for us to share a bowl." He pushed down his sweatpants, exposing very tight pair of white underwear. I tried not to stare; it was literally the biggest basket I had ever seen. I wondered how I was going to be able to take it all in either my mouth or ass. Through the tight fabric, I could see a fat, long shaft seemingly wrapped around his hip. In addition, he had heavy balls that were pressed against his underwear. He pretended not to notice my stare, and sat down on the bed. He motioned for me to sit next to him. I sat down, feeling the warmth of his body so close to mine. Only then did he open the case and pull out the glass pipe with a fat bag of tina. He loaded up the bowl with the drug, carefully measuring out far more than I thought we would need. "Don't want to try to reload it with my hands covered in lube," he said, grinning. He had a brilliant white smile, greatly enhanced by the contrast with his rich, dark skin. I tried to focus on him filling the pipe, but my attention kept on shifting between the pipe, his muscular chest and arms and most of all, his massive basket. "That should be just about enough for me, I think," he said. I looked at the pipe, and there was a huge pile of crystal in it. He dug into the bag again, and added several more big shards. "And just a bit for you." He took a torch and started to heat the bowl, melting the mound of drugs. "You first," he continued. "Guys always seem to need a bit of help to handle me." He twitched his cock; even through the underwear I could see exactly how big it was. He handed me the pipe, and I put the stem in my mouth. He continued to hold the torch and it wasn't much longer before the pipe began to sputter and smoke. I took a long hit, filling my lungs with the thick smoke. "Don't skimp on it," he said, urging me ever onwards. "Nathan says you're pretty much a virgin, to both partying and getting fucked. So you need to get loaded. In both senses." Even after he took the torch away from the bowl, it still filled up with the smoke a few more times. Under Eli's watchful eyes, I made sure I got every bit of the drug. "Good job. Now, shotgun it to me," he said. I turned to him and he opened his mouth. Our lips locked while I exhaled my hit into his lungs. He surprised me, holding the kiss for longer than needed. His tongue started to explore my mouth. His free hand wrapped around me, and he pulled me closer. I didn't expect this closeness from such a man. Pressed tight up against him, I could tell his body was solid; he was all muscle and not a bit of fat. "Oh fuck, that's good," he said as he exhaled my hit. "That first one is always the best, don't you think?" I just nodded in agreement, and handed him the pipe. "The second hit doesn't suck either," I said, as he put the pipe in his mouth and started to heat it up again. Still warm, it didn't take long for the bowl to begin smoking again. He puffed on the pipe much longer than I did, rolling it back and forth on the torch and letting the bowl really fill up each time, before sucking the white clouds into his lungs. He held the hit for a while as he handed me the pipe and torch. "Your turn," he said, letting only the slightest bit of the cloud escape. Greedily, I took the stem and started to smoke it. I kept the torch on it, but I hardly needed it to get a good hit. "Here's some extra for you," Eli said. He exhaled his hit right into my face, engulfing my head with a thick white cloud. Even though he was only a few inches from me, I could barely seem him through the dense smoke. As Eli's cloud slowly dissipated, I finished up my own hit, and let the torch go out. The drug hit my system quickly, and it was clear that Eli's source was very good. This was some potent tina. His cock was going to be a real challenge, but with the powerful drug fueling me, I knew it would be an incredibly fun ride. I held my hit as long as I could and then exhaled. The familiar feeling of horniness was hitting me. I wanted to get Eli naked, explore his body and most of all feel that massive cock in my hungry, needy hole. "My turn," he said, taking the pipe from me. I could see that we were nowhere near exhausting the pipe; there was still a big pool of crystal at the bottom of the bowl. While Eli heated up the pipe again, I wondered if he was planning to smoke the entire thing during his short visit with me. I was definitely nearing the limit for my drug use; I didn't know what I would do or how I would behave if I smoked any more. Eli seemed to have no such concerns as he sucked down on the pipe, carefully letting the bowl re-fill several times. "Ready?" he asked me, as he pulled the stem out. I nodded and exhaled, ready for him to shotgun his hit. He leaned in, forced his mouth against mine, and blew his hit into my lungs. Compared to Eli's lungs, I could barely take much from him. He filled me up far before he had gotten close to finishing exhaling. We continued the kiss and I ran my hands over his smooth, muscular chest. There was just a hint of hair leading down from his navel, disappearing into his tight white underwear. I ran my finger along the waistband, wondering what was hidden behind the taut fabric. "You wanna smoke my other pipe, boy?" he asked me, as he exhaled the last of his hit. "Yeah, I do," I said. I was a bit scared of the sheer size of his bulge, but knew that his size was the least of the dangers that Eli presented to me. "Can I?" I asked. "Of course," Eli said. "Isn't that what you're here for? Sucking my cock and making me feel good." He stood up, and pushed down his briefs. I nearly gasped when I saw what he had been packing: a fat, thick, long, cut black cock. It was the largest cock I had ever seen and it wasn't even hard yet. At the base hung two large balls. Somehow, Eli had managed to slip a metal cockring on. It pushed his equipment out and further emphasized just how well endowed he was. "Yeah, I know. It's a monster,” he said, noticing how I was staring. "Isn't it?" "Yeah," I said, almost speechless at his endowment. Coupled with his easy-going masculinity, he was like an ebony god. Eli sat back down on the bed, his legs spread wide. "Gotten anyone else this big today?" "No one as big as you today. Or ever." "All white boys today?" he asked me. "Yeah," I said. Suddenly, I wanted his black cock in me. I wanted it because it was big, because it was hard, and most of all, because it was black. It was the ultimate transgression, the mixing of the races. "That's too bad," Eli said. "Come on, Jason," he said, "Kneel down and find out how good black cock can be. Show it some respect. Give my black mamba a kiss." He motioned for me to get between his legs. Mesmerized by his cock, I did what he told me to do. I got off the bed and knelt down between his legs. Like the rest of his body, his legs were solid blocks of muscle. I could imagine him closing them around me and crushing me easily. Leaning in to his groin, I let my nose fill with his scent. He smelled like a man should: a bit of sweat, a bit of musk, and a bit of dirt. It was almost as good as a hit of poppers. "Like it, huh?" he said. I looked up at him; he was flashing a brilliant white smile while waiting for me to take his cock into my warm mouth. Again, I didn't know what to say. I was drunk on his maleness and flying on his drugs. "Yeah," I finally managed. "Right on," Eli said. "One more hit for you, white boy. Then you can get to work and get me hard and wet." He held the pipe out for me to take. I rested my arms on his thick legs and he positioned the stem in my mouth. He also took care of the torch for me. He melted the crystal so that a beautiful wisp of white smoke escaped from the bowl. "Go ahead," he said, when the pipe was just right. "Hit it." I did my best. I wanted to impress him. I drained the bowl a few times and let my lungs fill up with the smoke. Finally I nodded, letting Eli know that I was more than satiated. I was right at the edge; another hit and I'd be too far-gone to control myself. But for now, I was at just the right place. All I could think about was getting him hard and getting him off. And finding out more about him: I wondered what his story was, and how he had joined this unique club of men, the band of men whose cocks could kill. "My turn with the glass cock," he said, as he took the pipe from my mouth. "And your turn on the black cock," he said as he pointed to his cock. "Go ahead, suck on it." I leaned in and took the head of his cock into my mouth. There was already a bead of pre-cum there for me to lick off. I had to be careful not to exhale any of the crystal smoke. I didn't want to waste any of it. While I started to get myself acquainted with Eli's cock, he watched me intently. I licked his head and then started on the shaft. "Nice, Jason," he said. "I like a boy that can hold his hit like that. You're gonna do just fine when you're choking on my shaft." With that, he put the pipe in his mouth and lit the torch. While he heated up the pipe, I stretched my mouth wide, and started by swallowing his cockhead. Even soft, he was more than a mouthful and I strained to get even just the head into my mouth. But it tasted so good. He was a delicious combination of sweat and pre-cum. I didn't care how hard it was going to be to take the entire thing. After a bit of effort, I was able to get his whole cockhead in my mouth. Eli was patient, doing his hit, but still moaning softly when I ran my tongue over his piss slit. While I could still breathe, I exhaled my hit and engulfed both of us in a thick white cloud. Eli finished doing his hit. He held the still-smoking pipe in one hand. "Take more of it, Jason," he said, resting his other hand on the top of my head and gently pushing me onto his cock. "It's feeling so good already." His challenge was clear, as was my goal: we both wanted me to deep throat his huge cock. Opening my mouth even more, it was easy to take an additional inch or so. But then his cockhead hit the back of my throat. I dreaded the next, necessary step. In response to the tina and my oral skills, Eli's cock grew longer, fatter, and harder. At first, he didn't get as long as I feared; his cock mostly got fatter as the blood rushed in and lengthening a bit. But, the downward curve in the middle got more pronounced, making it harder to work into my mouth. As I lavished more attention on it, his cock started to get longer. It was when I least expected it that it began to grow longer. A lot longer. Terrifyingly longer. It grew from nearly eight soft inches to a hard and enormous eleven inches. "It's big. I know." he said, exhaling his hit. "And the better you are, the bigger it gets." "Don't think you're near done," he said, before putting the pipe back in his mouth. I had got as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. The next step would be to let him invade my throat. It wouldn't be easy. But then, the entire day seemed to be about things that weren't easy, about things that scared me. This would be one more thing like that. His cock was hardly easy and more than just a bit scary. "Come on, Jason," he said, taking the pipe out of his mouth for a moment. "It's not going to deep throat itself." Eli flicked the torch and started to do another hit. I did my best to relax, finding the hiss of the flame strangely comforting. My mind was racing because the drugs, and the torch's white noise helped me to focus. I swallowed slightly, and forced myself further down onto his cock. "Oh, fuck. That's what I was looking for," Eli said, as his cockhead entered my throat. His shaft more than filled my narrow throat. As he started to press against my windpipe, Eli hit the glass pipe hard. He seemed to be mocking my inability to breath at all as he took in deep lungfuls of air mixed with the rich methamphetamine smoke. I was on the edge of gagging, but couldn't bear the thought of disappointing him by choking. Instead, I focused on the discomfort of his cock in my throat. I was the one letting him dominate me. I was the one who was eagerly swallowing his fat snake. I was the one who was choking on his black pipe. I was the one who was unable to breath. And I was the one whose cock was twitching at the entire experience. I kept on taking more of his cock down my throat and wondering if I would ever get to the base of his shaft. I had my eyes tightly closed, focusing on getting his entire dick into my throat. When I heard Eli exhale his hit, I opened my eyes just in time to see another big cloud of smoke drift down. Even though it felt like I was stuffed full of his cock, I could now see that it looked like I had barely taken any of it. I couldn't imagine how I was going to get the rest of his dick into my throat. At the base of his dick his close-trimmed pubic hair still seemed so far away. "Just relax, Jason. Other boys have taken it all. You'll take it all as well. I'm sure of it," he said. I wasn't clear if had made a prediction or given me a command. He rested an arm on the top of my head, pressing down on me. In response, another half inch of his cock slid into my throat. He leaned over and planted a kiss on the top of my head, as I suppressed the urge to gag again. "Great way to be spending the afternoon," he said. "Hot fucking white muscle boy sucking my cock while I get high. Only a few more inches for you to swallow, white boy." I closed my eyes again, and focused on the warmth of his shaft. It was gently pulsing in time with his heartbeat. I knew if I thought about how thick his cock was or how long it was, I would immediately start gagging. The warmth was something safer and easier to concentrate on. It reminded me how alive Eli was, how real this experience was, and how much we both needed it. My body was starved for air and my mind was filled with crystal, so was hard to focus on any one thing. This scattering of thoughts was a blessing in disguise, because my brain managed to turn the lack of focus into not just a desire for sex, but also a need for Eli's cock and especially his cock in my throat, my ass, and my body. I built up a world where the only way I would live was to take his entire shaft into me. Even though each small millimeter of his shaft stretched and scratched my throat, I took it. I had heard of cock worship before, and I knew with certainty that this was what I was now doing. Was this how a fundamentalist Christian thought of his relationship to Jesus? But instead of a mythical man who died for our sins, Eli was a very real man. A very real man whose semen carried the seeds of my own salvation. A very real man whose cock I was impaled on. "Right on Jason. Only a bit more to go," Eli said. I opened my eyes again, and saw that I had almost taken his entire cock. My throat was stretched wide. I wondered if his cockhead was already in my stomach. But I repressed those thoughts and instead concentrated on the good: on how he was going to give me a new life. A diseased life, yes, but a life without worry, a life without shame or fear, and most entrancing, a life with Nathan. While I worked the last half inch of his cock into my throat, Eli did another hit. As he puffed on his glass pipe, I took the last of his black pipe. My chin was right against his balls, his short pubic hairs were scratching my nose, and my mind was exploding in pride at having taken all of this dark god's manhood in my mouth. "Damn, boy. That's so fucking hot, seeing you choke down all of my cock," Eli said. He exhaled his hit, another big cloud. "Seems like you deserve a reward." He must not have exhaled all of the hit, since another cloud drifted down when he finished talking. "And I know just what you need to get ready for the next level." I wondered what he meant by the next level, but I had to focus on the living, pulsing snake inside of me. His cock was right at the edge of my abilities, and I didn't want to disappoint him. "That was amazing," he said, and started to gently lift my head off his cock. Even though pulling off his shaft was a lot faster than swallowing it, it still felt like it took forever. Whenever I thought I was almost done and waiting for his cockhead to pop back into my mouth, there was another inch with no satisfaction. Finally, the fat cockhead entered my mouth from my throat, and I could breath again. I gasped for air, staring at the glistening shaft in front of me. Still wet with my spit, it hung down from its own weight. I wanted to suck it again, to keep it hard and happy, and to get that hot and deadly reward. "Glass cock for you, now," Eli said. "I think I'm good," I said, but I still straightened up and got ready for the pipe. "You were very good at sucking my cock. But you can always do another hit of tina," he said, as he stuck the stem in my mouth. I didn't protest. Eli lit the torch, and heated up the bowl. I was surprised that there was still any crystal left in it, but the bowl quickly filled with the white smoke I didn't know I was craving. I inhaled, easily draining the bowl a few times in succession. "More," Eli said. I let the bowl fill up again, and then drained it again. "Still more," he said, and I repeated the process two more times. "Good enough," he said. Not wanting to disappoint the ebony god, I took a few more hits, until my lungs were nearly bursting. "Better," he said. "Now, hold it for me." As he had been feeding me the crystal, I had felt his cock brush against my chest, and knew that I'd do anything to feel him inside me once more. I did as I was told; holding the hit of crystal was such a small thing to do to make him happy. He leaned in. "Don't exhale before I tell you to," he said, before he locked lips and began to kiss me. With his mouth covering mine, I couldn't have exhaled even if I wanted to. Besides, he had told me not to exhale, and I needed to make him happy. Plus, I was enjoying the intimacy that he was willing to share by kissing me. That such a masculine, dominant man was willing to open himself up to another man was an unusual situation for me. He continued to probe my mouth as his hard cock rubbed up against my chest. I could barely contain myself; I wanted to jump on top of him, and feel his thick rod penetrate my hole. But I knew that would come soon enough. I did my best to restrain myself, despite the tina coursing through my veins. Breaking off the kiss just long enough to speak, he said, "Give me your hit." I exhaled into his mouth, and he sucked up my entire hit. I was glad to finally get a chance to breath again, but wondered how I would behave once the hit took effect. "Nice hit," he said, holding it in his lungs. He broke off the kiss, and stood up. His cock was level with my face, and I took the opportunity to lick off the head. "Not quite yet. But it's good you are an eager boy," he said, pulling me off his shaft. He turned around, and knelt on the bed. "First, lick my ass," he said, pushing his muscular cheeks right in my face as he exhaled the hit. Without thinking, I dove into his ass, licking his musky, sweaty hole. As I did it, he lit the torch and did another long hit. I pushed my tongue into his hole, feeling him open up for me. He moaned in pleasure as I probed his warm hole. It was a totally unexpected move from him, to let me lick, kiss and penetrate such a private part of his body. He was such a textbook example of a dominant top, but I would eventually let him enter and penetrate me and fulfill his own imperatives. As I licked his ass, he continued to suck on the pipe and filled his lungs. "Oh fuck," he said, "Don't stop." The torch went out, and I heard three more puffs on the pipe. I pressed my face deeper into his ass, my tongue pushing as far as I could into his tight hole. From how tight he was, it was clear it had been a long time, if ever, since he had taken a cock. And he had certainly never taken anyone as large as he was. I lost myself in his ass. His muscular ass cheeks pressed against my face, forcefully reminding me of my place in the world. I could taste the sweat and musk on his tight hole, reminding me what I was doing. I didn't mind; I was where I wanted and needed to be. I was kissing a god's ass. It wouldn't be long before this god rewarded my dedication to him with what he alone could provide me with that afternoon: a hard, deep, raw interracial fuck, ending with a thick load of this black stud's HIV-infected sperm. As I probed, explored and pleasured Eli's ass, he continued to hit the pipe, heating the bowl, drawing a hit, holding it, and then exhaling it slowly. Given my position, I took the opportunity to reach around his waist and grab his now-hard cock. It was still wet and slippery enough from my blowjob; it was just slippery enough for me to easily stroke it, even if it was so thick it was hard for me to wrap my hands around it. "Oh damn, boy," Eli moaned between hits. "That's what I need. Lick my ass and stroke my cock." I wanted him inside me. Although the two men were completely different, I couldn't help but think of Nathan. Each of them epitomized a particular model of masculinity and used it to command obedience and respect. Nathan was the perfect example of an understated, mature man, confident in knowing what he wanted and certain that he would get it. In the wild associations of my drugged-out mind, I pegged him as almost British. In contrast, Eli was brash, almost loud about his masculinity. His manhood was wrapped in muscle, swagger, and the unerring knowledge that he could take anyone in a fight. For either one of them, I wanted to be their bottom and was overjoyed at letting them satisfy their needs with my body. Now it was my turn to moan. "Please, Eli. Fuck me," I said, while I licked his tight, unsullied asshole. Once I had formed the mental image of his cock sliding into my hole, complete with his heavy balls dripping their sweet and deadly pre-cum into my body, it was hard for me to imagine any other pleasure. I wanted him to fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me deep, and finally breed my hole. I knew it was going to happen, but now I couldn't wait. I needed to be penetrated, and I was hungry for more sperm--his sperm--in my hole. "Got that itch now, don't you, white boy?" he asked me. "That tina finally kicking in for you, huh?" He had put down his pipe, and was enjoying me rimming him. He got off his arms, and turned around on the bed. Because of his new position, I couldn't rim him any more, but now had a close-up view of his cock. He handed me the pipe and torch. "One more hit for you, boy," he said. I knew better than to protest, even though between Sean and Eli, I had done more than enough. I was worried about doing more. I worried that I'd loose control and end up going further than I had ever planned. I took the pipe, and saw that even after all we had smoked, there was still plenty of the drug left in the bowl. Despite my misgivings, I forced myself to light the torch. I heated up the bowl, getting ready for the hit. As a few wisps of smoke started to escape from the pipe, I inhaled and drained the bowl. "If you want to take this," Eli said, grabbing his cock and giving it a good shake. "You're going to want to do that. And a lot more than just that." I didn't doubt him; it was a big cock he had. I drained the bowl a few more times, then held the cloud in my lungs for as long as I could. Eli took the pipe from me, and set it on the bed table. In exchange, he grabbed the lube and poppers. "Don't pass out there, white boy," he said, as he finally gave me permission to exhale. I looked up at him; he was looking down at me, his dreads had fallen over his shoulder and were hanging down his chest. "Go ahead," he said, his brilliant white teeth flashing against his dark skin. I smiled and he nodded; his dreads bounced against his taut skin and then hit me in the face. Surprised by the sudden contact, I exhaled and the white smoke momentarily obscured his dark skin, and hid his black cock. I was now totally lost in the high, not caring about anything but pleasure. He reached down, grabbed me by my shoulders and roughly threw me onto the bed. "You'll need these," he said and tossed the poppers by my head. As he forced my legs apart, I remembered that he had said "need," not want" about the poppers. I did a quick hit. He grabbed my hips and pushed them up, so that my ass was level with his cock. I was now on all fours with him kneeling behind me. We were in a perfect position for the long-awaited anal pounding to begin. He was fully erect and ready; I could feel his cockhead rubbing up against my ass. And I was itching for a fucking, but still wasn't sure if I could take his massive cock. "Go slow," I asked him. "I've not been fucked much before." "I go at my pace, boy," he replied. "But don't worry. You'll love every second." He poured some lube on my ass, and stuck two fingers into me. "You've got a tight white hole. Gonna feel fucking good opening it up with my fat black cock," he said. He added a third finger, and just as I got used to the three, he inserted a fourth. I knew that asking him give me a chance to get used to it would probably be futile, so I opened the poppers and did a hit. "Maybe a bit slower?" I tried. "Right on. That will open you up good, Jason." I think it was the first time he had used my name that afternoon. But there wasn't much time for me to think about it before the poppers hit, and I found myself pressing up against his hand, trying to get his fingers deeper into me. He slid them in and out a bit, letting me get used to it. "You hungry for it, boy? Want to get opened up by my monster?" He was more accurate than he knew in his description of my need for his cock. I was not just hungry; I was starving. The poppers were still in full force, not the mention the crystal. The two drugs answered for me. "Yes, please. Give it to me." He poured more lube on his cock and worked it into the length and girth of his shaft. I did another hit from the poppers; I knew I was going to need all the help I could get. Eli pressed his cockhead against my hole. My experience had been that big cocks rarely got very hard; Eli was definitely an exception. Even just his cockhead felt like he was trying to force a boulder into my hole. He kept one hand on my ass, guiding me down on his cock, while the other hand steered his shaft into my hole. Of course, he had to force the cockhead into me, in order to just open me up. But once he got in, he paused and allowed me to get used to his size and presence. Even through the all the enhancements I had done, he hurt. He hurt like a dull glowing poker was being rammed into me. He hurt like that very first hit of crystal, the one that had permanently opened my eyes. "Just relax," he said. He tightened his grip on my waist, letting me know not only that he was near me and ready for me, but also that he was holding me down, holding me in place. I couldn't squirm away from his cock, nor did I want to. I did my best to manage this dilemma, starting by taking another hit of poppers. Right when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, he pulled out. But the relief I imagined his absence would give me didn't come. I could still feel my muscles stretched and screaming, trying to close up around where his cock had been. He took the opportunity to squeeze more lube right into my hole, and the cold fluid finally brought me some respite by numbing some of the most painful sections of my ass. Before my hole could close completely back up, he slid his cockhead back into me. This time, the pain wasn't so intense and the pleasure almost obvious. He was able to press a few centimeters of his shaft into my hole. "Relax," he said. However, the details of trying to relax when I had a fat, hard cock stretching my ass open were far from easy. I did another hit of the poppers, and focused on how warm and alive his cock felt. Even if there was a rubber that fit Eli, I didn't think he could fuck me with a condom on. It was only the ability for each of us to feel the other so intimately and completely that even made his penetration of me possible. Eli was dripping pre-cum, which really helped lubricate his passage into my body. He would push in a bit, forcing me to open up, then pull back, and let me relax. Despite his outward swagger and bravado, the reality of the fuck was surprisingly slow and measured. After a few minutes of work with Eli pressing his cock into me, and me struggling to stay relaxed and open, we had gotten about a third of his cock into my hole. He paused. "How are you doing, boy?" he asked. "Good, actually," I answered. "I thought this was going to be a lot worse than it is." With the help of the drugs and my eager hole, I was opening up nicely for Eli. "As I said, the first time is always slow and easy." "It's good." Not only did it not hurt as much as I had feared, I was also finding a lot of pleasure in taking his big black cock. There was something deeply natural about this black stud forcing his raw cock into my white ass. It was natural that his thick black tube was dripping infected pre-cum into my vulnerable hole. I pushed back against his shaft, and felt another inch slide into me. "Not that bad, huh?" Eli said. He leaned over me and I felt the heat of his muscular body against my back. "Want more?" he whispered into my ear, his breath warm, moist and close. I nodded without ever thinking. I wanted all of his cock inside me. I wanted him to start pounding me. I wanted him to tell me who was the dominant man this afternoon, who was the one with the cock, who was the one who would force me to take his pre-cum deep, and who was the one that would shoot his load deep in my in my hole. He paused for an agonizing moment, while he poured a bit more lube on his cock and let it dribble into my hole. "You're doing great there, Jason," he said. "Fucking hot, seeing my black cock slide into your tight white hole." He thrust his hips, and I felt one more inch of his cock slide into me. I was getting used to being the bottom. While this might have once been too painful, all I could feel was the pleasure of my ass getting opened. "Almost there, boy. Just another few inches, and you'll be properly impaled on my cock." I took another hit from the poppers, and nodded my head for him to proceed. I was not just ready for it, but needed it. I needed it like I had never needed cock before He took my cue, and pushed further in. The next inch was surprisingly easy, but then his head hit something deep in my body. I gasped, and realized I had never been penetrated this deep before. "It's that last bit that's always the hardest," Eli said. "Deep breath. Long hit. And we'll drive it all the way home." I took a big breath, opened the poppers, and, as instructed, did a long hit. Eli stood still while I sniffed from the brown bottle. As I put them away, he gently rocked his cock back and forth, exploring just how deep he could go before the pain overcome the pleasure. He then waited for the poppers to hit me. "Please," I moaned, once again thinking only of the pleasure for my hole. He pushed in the rest of his fat cock. It still hurt, but it was much better; if he only gave me a few more minutes of gentle probing by his cock, I would be in pure heaven. "It's all the way in, boy. Balls deep in that hungry white hole." He pulled his cock out some, then pushed it back in. "So fucking tight. Going to be fun getting you opened up properly." "Opened up?" I asked. My sex-fogged mind wondered what he meant by that; I thought he had finished doing just that. He didn't say anything in reply. Instead, he slowly pulled out the entire length of his cock until only the cockhead remained in me. Then, he pushed it all back in, until his low-hanging balls were once again slapping against my ass. "Right. Opened up properly," he said. He continued to thrust in and out of my hole, slowly increasing both the force and the speed of the thrusts. "It can take a lot for me to get off." I did another hit from the poppers and relaxed while Eli continued to pound my hole. As he got in deep, there was still a bit of pain each time his thick head found some new stretch of virgin, untouched territory. But it was a manageable pain and a small price to pay for the glory of his massive cock fucking me properly. As he continued, his pace changed: his thrusts were slower but deeper. Eli leaned into me, forcing me onto my stomach and resting all of his muscular weight on me. His body was already warm and definitely sweaty from the fuck, alternately he would stick to me and then slide smoothly against my skin. I stopped trying to analyze my emotions and feelings, and just let the black man dominate me. "Having fun bro?" he asked. "Oh yeah," I said. The crystal was hitting me hard, and it was difficult to think coherently enough to even formulate that short response. All I wanted to do was feel cock in my ass, and especially a big, black, raw cock. "Breed me," I grunted. "Yeah?" he asked. "You want my poz load in you? Seed that tight, white, neg ass?" He was whispering this in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. When he was done speaking, he nibbled a bit on my ear. He could be both aggressive and tender. He let me know that he would do whatever he wanted whenever he pleased to my body. But at the same time, his teeth scraped the skin just enough to send an electric chill down my spine, ending right at the hole where his cock entered me. He knew exactly how he was making me feel. I had to focus on the cock inside me. Having something to concentrate on was useful. My mind was no longer racing from through to thought, and I once more contemplated my situation. A black man was fucking me raw and his huge cock was dripping a toxic mix of sperm, pre-cum and the deadly virus into my unprotected hole. The raw black cock was sliding smoothly in and out of my hole with each stroke, Eli pressed Sean and Jake's toxic juice deeper into my hole, and deeper into my body. He was bigger than any man I had taken before and each stroke found fresh stretches of my hole, stretches with no defenses against his attack. Eli grabbed my torso; despite my muscular build, I was small in his hands. He wrestled me onto my side, and then proceeded to flip me onto my back. He managed to keep his cock in my hole and barely paused his fucking of me. We had ended up face to face, and I found myself staring into his dark brown eyes. I was surprised to see how closely he was watching me. His eyes were darting all over my face, as he tried to discern the slightest change in my expression. Maybe it was just his black skin or perhaps it was the thick dreadlocks that were hanging over his shoulder hanging onto my chest, but it seemed like he was from a very different world than Nathan, Sean, Jake or myself. It was a harder world and a more complex one. Finally, I decided to break the silence. I wanted to know more about him. "How long you been poz?" I asked. "About three years now. It's a long story." He didn't sound like he meant it dismissively, just that he wasn't sure if I would be interested in his tale. "I think you've already made your choice," he said. He leaned in and kissed me. Even though we had kissed while shotgunning the crystal, it was a surprising move. He was still so dominant and controlling. But now it was different. Like the saying went, it wasn't gay if you didn't kiss. And he had kissed me. "Yeah, I guess I have," I said. "But I want to know about you." My statements and Eli's sudden kiss changed the energy in the room. Eli's fucking slowed down even further. He was taking longer and deeper strokes, no longer using me just as a hole to get off in. Instead, he now actively wanted to be inside me and to use his cock to give me pleasure. Eventually, he would use it to give me his load, something we both craved. He rubbed his goatee against my cheek, and then licked my ear. "Then you'll get the story," he said, going in for a particularly deep stroke with his cock. "I didn't get to make the choice you're making. It was forced on me." "Would you do it again?" I asked. "I don't know. I hated rubbers. I still hate them. Of course, they never fit me. I like skin-to-skin fucking. And I fucking love to party and play." He had nearly pulled his cock out of my hole, and took the opportunity to slide it back in. "Plus getting to breed a guy. That can't be beat. But it's not all easy. Being poz. Especially if you can't get used to the drugs." I had been slowly stroking my cock, enjoying the fuck. It was hard for me to believe that something that felt this good and natural wasn't good. But I knew that most of my rational mind had been suppressed. Suppressed first by my desire for Nathan, then suppressed by the crystal, and finally suppressed by this big black cock. I was now being driven by my need for pleasure. Crystal, cock cum, and virus were my only goals, and although I was aware of the all the risks I was taking, it didn't make much of a difference to me. I could never ask Nathan to wear a condom to fuck me. And I never wanted to wear a condom if I got to fuck Nathan. Sean, Jake and Eli were not much easier to ask. To deny them the pleasure of fucking me raw, the pleasure of breeding me, the pleasure of letting their virus live on in my body seemed like a denial of all that was important about desire and all that was important about desire between two men. "I want you to breed me," I said. "Good thing, white stud, because you weren't going to get a choice there." Once I had the pleasure of getting bred, I had taken all the loads willingly. But I was also glad that Eli didn't want to give me a choice. Today, of all days, getting bred had to be both something I gave up of my own free will and something that was taken from me. I urgently needed Eli to mark me, and I certainly didn't want him to give any way out. Not that he would take it. His weight pressing against my legs was forcing them apart. That alone told me who was in charge here. It also let his cock get deep into my hole, which further drove home the fact just how well I was getting fucked. And how little input I had in the decision at all. "I made my choice a while ago," I said. "Lucky man," Eli said. "You had a choice. And you'll be getting some damn potent cum. I'm not on meds right now." "You're not?" Suddenly he had become much scarier. And much sexier. I knew that his cock was a loaded pistol. But it was a game of Russian roulette. I didn't know if he chamber I got would have any virus. But with Eli, every chamber was loaded. And that was exactly what I craved. "Nope," he said, very matter-of-fact. "Bad reaction to the last one. And my numbers aren't so bad to make me want to get back on." "That means..." I trailed off. "Yeah. A proper poz fucking." He smiled, slammed his cock deep into me, and then continued. "I came very late to fucking men. I had a girlfriend, did what I thought I was supposed to do." He had started telling his story, about how he became poz. "Yeah, I'd occasionally jerk off with a guy in the gym steam room. Sometimes, if I was really horny, I'd cruise the park and get a blow job" He continued, explaining how he had found the Internet and the entire DL culture. Of course, it had been easy for him. A masculine, hung top was always in demand and the bottoms would do anything to please him. And, no one was gay, so everyone was clean. Condoms were never needed. Or even discussed. But then it got harder for him to hide. His girlfriend started to ask difficult questions. "I was having a lot more sex. And we were having a lot less sex," he told me, his balls pressed tight against my ass. "She tried to spice things up for us, getting stuff like toys and restraints. It didn't do much for the amount of sex she was getting, but the boys I picked up loved them. And then, finally, what was going to be just a no-strings trick got complex. Far more complex." "How so?" I asked. When he walked in and undressed, I had put him in a category of big dick, little depth, but now he was becoming someone real. I wondered how Nathan had met him; wondered if Eli had ever fucked Nathan. Or maybe if Nathan had even gotten to fuck him. Nathan was the type of man who could do that, convince the pure top to take a cock. Eli continued; he story still hadn't even gotten to the point where he had caught the bug. "Oh, it wasn't just plain fucking anymore. Javi and I would hang out together. We'd go drinking, then one or the other was always 'too drunk to drive' and would have to spend the night. Sharing a bed. Hell, I even started to kiss Javier when I was fucking him." He leaned in and kissed me; his tongue forced itself deep into my mouth. Even though he had just wrapped his arms around me, his tongue was jammed deep in my mouth, and his massive cock was splitting me in two, I was suddenly jealous of Javi. I was jealous that the two had been able to explore their feelings more deeply. I was jealous that they had been able to discover what turned them on and made their cocks hard and their asses itch. I was jealous that they had discovered what made them happy even after Eli had drained his balls into Javi. "And?" I asked. So far, this story didn't seem that bad. "Well, I was still leading a double life. Fucking around with guys, while still supposedly straight with a girlfriend. And by then, I wasn't just fucking around with Javi, but still lots of other guys. From online. Steam rooms at the gym. Cruising the park at night. Fucking every piece of hot ass I could find." He paused in his story. It was long enough for him to throw his dreads over his other shoulder. "You know Sean?" he asked me. "One of Nathan's boys?" "Yeah, I do now. You're fucking his cum into me." I tried not to think about Sean as "Nathan's boy." I wanted to be that boy so badly. "The bastard," he said, although he was still smiling. "Always gets to the hot ass first. Almost as bad as Nathan. But I should have guessed he'd be one of the guests of honor." I knew it was pointless, but I tried to force myself to remember to ask Nathan about Sean. I was so high I could barely keep track of where I was and who was barebacking me. Remembering to ask Nathan about someone several hours from now was going to be nearly impossible. "I met him online. It was late, Javier and I were horny, and he was eager to get fucked." "And?" "He came over. He had a bag of tina, and a pipe. That was the first night I had ever done it. Crystal that is. And of course, I loved it. So did Javi. I nearly got fucked that night, I was so high." "But?" "Nope. Never been fucked. Ever." I had gotten my answer about Nathan. His cock was hard inside me, reminding me that he was the top today. As he always was. "Even high on crystal, I'm still 100% top. Except when I bottom." He paused for a moment and adjusted his position. "Javi, Sean and I started to play pretty regularly there, at least for a while. Then one night, Sean invited another guy over." "Nathan?" I asked. I already knew that it was Nathan, but I asked anyway. It made me feel close to Nathan that I was getting fucked by the same guy who had fucked him. I wanted the same sperm that had been inside of Nathan to be inside of me. "Yeah. You fucked him yet?" "Not yet." "Too bad. You're in for a treat. He's got an amazing ass. Anyway, the four of us ended up at a sex club that night. First time I had been to one. And I was like thirty-eight! Like a kid in a candy store -- we were all naked, sharing a room, doing lines of tina and I was getting to fuck everybody I saw." He continued. "We must have been there for 36 hours or something. I lost track of time and how many guys I stuck my cock in to." "Sounds fun," I said. I figured that Nathan and Sean had been poz by then. I wondered if Eli got to fuck them raw. But he always fucked raw. And high on crystal, of course they were barebacking. "Yeah. Took me a few days to recover from that. And almost as soon as I had recovered from the crystal crash, I came down with a wicked case of the flu." "That what I think it was?" "I still don't know for sure. But yeah. A few weeks later, Javi got sick as well. We'd been fucking the entire time. And fucking raw. Javi got tested first." "Poz?" I asked. "Of course. Then I got tested. Poz as well." "How did it feel? To be poz?" "Scary, of course. I was still occasionally fucking my girlfriend. And of course, we never used rubbers, since she was on the pill. And I was still hiding all of the sex I was having with guys. There were a lot of guys to hide. And a hell of a lot of sex. But it was liberating. I didn't worry about sex any more. All bareback. All the time. Javi and I would get tweaked up, go to a bathhouse or sex party, and fuck every bottom we could find." "Like me?" I asked. "Oh fuck yeah. Especially white muscle bottoms. Had you been there, I'd have fucked you into next week." He slammed his cock into me again, letting know just how forceful he could be. I realized that so far today, he had been holding back on me. As he pounded me harder and deeper, he was also getting more intimate and close. Part of this was just him telling me about his life, how he had come out, started partying and then gotten pozzed up. But, the crystal was also important in helping us get to this point. However, most critical thing was the act of having sex, the act of barebacking. The act of me letting him insert a part of his body into my, and sharing the closeness was it. If there had been any barrier at all, even just a thin rubber sheath between us, it would have been different. It would have been an impersonal and unpleasant intrusion into my body, more a medical procedure than sex. Him sharing his cock and story with me was nothing short of magical. "You really want my seed?" he asked. "My bugged up sperm?" "Yeah, I do," I said. "Absolutely. You think you got it from Nathan? Or someone else." I wasn't sure which one I wanted the answer to be. I wanted to be closer to Nathan in any way that I could. But there was an itch also driving my desires and actions. I wanted more loads, from more guys. I wanted as much as I could get. I wanted every load to be infected, every load carrying a different strain. Every load would have evolved through so many varied and diverse men, until finally it reached me and infected me. "You're way spun, aren't you?" he asked. "Yeah, I am." I had to agree -- I don't think I had ever been that high before. "Hot," he said. "Something really satisfying about shooting my poz load in a tweaked up white bro." He slammed his cock in and out, letting me feel every veiny inch of his massive tool. "Then watching them try to keep my toxic sperm in their holes. You going to hold it for me, boy?" "Yes, of course man." It just seemed appropriate for Eli to hold his cum as long as I could. It was appropriate for every man. "Good boy. Tell me what you want again." "I want your jizz. I want your infected, HIV-laden sperm." I lost any sense of personhood, and was begging him for his dirty cum. "Please, man. Give it to me, Eli." Eli's thrusts were getting harder, more intense, and as impossible as it seemed, I felt his cock firm up and lengthen in my hole. I knew he was getting close. "Please, man. Breed me. FUCKING BREED ME MAN," I begged him. "Yeah, boy, take my dick scum," he moaned, as he slammed his cock into my hole. Deep inside my body, his cock pulsed and pumped, and I got the start of another load of sperm shot right in my hole. That was only the first spurt of several; as his orgasm continued his cock continued to pump out shot after shot of thick, white cream. As his ejaculate filled my hole, it lubricated each of his thrusts. The slippery hole let him fuck me harder, which, in turn, made him cum more. It seemed like several minutes passed before this virtuous cycle of sexual escalation finally came to a halt. His balls were totally drained. "Fuck yeah, boy. I needed that. And I think you needed it as well." "Of course. Thank-you Eli," I said. He collapsed on top of me, his sweaty, muscular body pressed against me. He moved around and started to kiss me. "My pleasure, boy," he said, between deep kisses. "We should do this again soon." We lay there, together, his still-hard cock in my ass, his tongue in my mouth, and we could enjoy each other fully. I was happy and had long ago stopped worrying about the time. Eventually, his cock softened more, and it popped out of my hole. He shifted slightly in order to look at his watch. "Damn. Need to get going." "Too bad. That was nice. Really nice." I wanted Nathan to come in, and join us. I wanted Nathan to watch me get fucked by Eli, then have Nate slide his cock into my spermy ass. I wanted Sean to join us, and add another load from his cock. And I wanted all of us to share the pipe, and then start another intense round of breeding my tender, negative hole. "Well, Nathan knows how to find me," he said. He lifted himself off of me. I was about to get up, but he put a hand on my lower back. "Stay there. I want you to keep my swimmers inside you." I didn't need to be told twice, but still turned my head so I could watch him get dressed. The most difficult step seemed to be him forcing his still-firm cock into the too-small pouch of his underwear. Once that was done, he dressed quickly, throwing on his sweats and tank top. "Be good. Or have fun. And take some pictures for me," he said. "But I bet Nathan has that covered." He obviously knew about Nathan and the cameras. Eli gathered up his various supplies, party and otherwise and put them in his backpack. "See you soon, I hope," I said. He quietly slipped out the door, leaving me in the dimly lit room. I had only his massive load in my ass to remember him by.

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