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************** 2 *************** Prior to attending I had received instructions on how to prepare myself. They were fairly basic. 'Shower thoroughly and douch. Attend promptly at the allotted time. Read the contract thoroughly and make sure you fully understand your obligations and the consequences. If you agree with the details contained in the document, sign it. When you have done so and are ready to proceed knock on the door of the specified room number (this will be sent via text 30 minutes before you attend) at hotel mutually agreed between us. I reached for the pen. My hand was still shaking, infact my whole body was shacking. My heart was beating fast. I felt hot and was sweating profusely. My head was spinning and my breathing laboured. I also felt incredibly horny. I filled in my name and signed the contract then knocked on the door. A few seconds later the door was opened and I stepped across the threshold and into my new life. Immediately behind the door was a small entrance hall and a door that lead to the main part of the room. This door was closed. A tall thin man stood infront of this door. He was wearing a black mask that covered most of his face with just holes for his eyes and mouth. He also wore a bathrobe, obviously supplied with the room with the hotel logo on the breast pocket. Now I was even more nervous. God what the fuck was I doing. I handed him the completed contract which je glanced at and said "Strip, everything off" i was in such a state I couldn't even reply but, I did as I was told. I removed my T-Shirt first then kicked of my shoes and dropped my trousers. Then slipped off my underpants. Now fully naked, I felt extremely vulnerable. Beneath his robe I saw his cock begin to rise. Although I could see little of his face I could see his eyes were smiling. Then he turned and opened the interior door. Inside I could just make out five other men even though the room was almost completely dark, with extra thick blackout curtains placed over the rooms standard fitted curtains. All the men were naked apart from masks similar to that of the man who had met me at the door. They were mostly slim or skinny and all had erections. They looked in my direction and all walked slowly towards me. The man who had met me had slipped off his robe and approached me from behind. His hands ran over my buttocks and then between the crack of my arse. He put one arm around me and with the other hand began to rub a finger aroumd hole. I was still shaking, almost uncontrollably. One of other me infront of me said "Calm down and relax, this is what you wanted. What you've dreamed of. It's going to happen" The man behind said "Whether you still want it or not" All the others gave soft laughs. I was unbelievably horny now and ready to submit my body to all of them but, that didn't stop me from shaking. I said "I do want it. I want this more than anything. Please poz me" The men surrounded me and began feeling every part of my body. Hands and fingers touched my neck, chest, stomach, cock balls and even explored my face and mouth. The man behind me pushed a dry finger into my hole then replaced it with two fingers, stretching my sphincter and grazing the soft delicate flesh of my rectum. One of the men said "I love fucking neg guys, its as good fucking a virgin" The others made sounds that said they agreed. Two men the grabbed my arms and pushed me forward onto the bed. They got onto the bed either side of men and held my arms tightly. Two others grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart. I had no intention of struggling or trying to stop what was about to happen but, it felt good. Another grabbed my head and shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to breath deeply while placing his other hand over my mouth. At the same time I felt the last man behind me. I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my hole. The feeling in my whole body was intense. My cock was dripping precum. My head was swimming. This is it. Fuck I want this so bady. At last its really happening. These men are going to fuck and breed me with their poz seed. I will be poz. Suddenly the man behind rammed his cock deep inside me, tearing my sphincter and pushing his cock right upto the hilt as far as he could. The pain was horrendous and I cried out. But, he didn't stop. He began rimming his tool in and out of me. Now I understood why the other men were restraining me. I was trying to struggle but was totally at their mercy. As he fucked me his skinny torso lay flat ontop of me. The other men were quietly edging him on, encouraging him to poz me. "Go on fuck him, give him that poz load" "Yeah, infect him, he wants it" As he continued to fuck me my hole stretched to accommodate him and slowly it became less painful and just uncomfortable. And after a few more minutes it began to feel fantastic and I willed him to keep fucking me and even fuck me harder. I knew his pre-cum was already in my bloodstream but, knew it probably wouldn't be enough to successfully convert me. I wanted his poz cum load as deep in me as possible. He had been fucking me for at least ten minutes when his breathing changed a he began making grunting noises. I could feel sweat dripping off this body onto my back. Someone said "Fuck yes, this is it, your getting it" Another said "Oh yeah give it to him, fuck yes" Then the final thrust as he pumped is poz load into was delivered as hard and deep as he was able. This was followed by further short deep pumping actions as he emptied his balls of poz seed directly into my now ruined body. I had never felt so good. I felt like I had been reborn although in some my body was no longer my own. It belonged to the seed, the poz bug that was now living inside me. ********To be continued ********

Chapter Three: Coach Daniel woke up to pure pleasure. His mind was ablaze with erotic sensations as he slowly came to consciousness…and felt Tommy’s tongue probe deep into his ass, licking at the young jock’s hole… “What?” Daniel said, moving away from the man. Tommy wiped his face, “What’s wrong stud? You get shy all of a sudden?” The jock looked confused for a moment and then the last hour came back to him and he felt his stomach lurch, “Oh god…” Trevor chuckled from the bar, “Yeah you called that out more than a few times.” Daniel felt his face burn with shame as he got off the bed and slipped on his shorts. Tommy stopped him, “Nope, go shower, wash the cum out of your ass, and put on a jockstrap…the tightest one you got.” The young jock opened his mouth to protest and then remembered he didn’t have any choice in the matter. He stormed off to the bathroom while Tommy walked over and sat down next to John, “Ok he’s gone, you can admit it.” John looked at the man, “I don’t know what you mean.” Tommy leaned forward and grabbed John’s hard cock through his pants, “I saw you watching daddy, you were into it.” He slapped Tommy’s hand away, “I did not…I was…” Trevor chuckled, “It’s ok pops, you’re on some serious drugs right now, everything should be turning you on, least of all your stud son moaning like a slut. You raised one hot motherfucker, you should be proud.” John stammered, not sure what to say when Daniel walked out, hair damp, wearing a tight, white jockstrap, barely holding his cock in place. “I am going to fall out of this!” he complained. Tommy walked over and adjusted the straps over the boy’s smooth ass, “Kinda the point stud,” he squeezed the boy’s ass, “Go put on your letterman jacket.” Daniel opened his mouth to ask why and then closed it, going across the room and putting the jacket on. Trevor walked over to him, holding out a pill, “You need a booster.” The jock looked down at the pill and sighed, he wanted to plead with the man that he didn’t want to do this, to let him go…but he knew all it would do was make him look weak. He took the pill and then washed it down with the shot he handed him. Trevor handed him a bottled water, “Drink up, this shit will dry you out…I can’t have you passing out.” Daniel downed the cold water and could feel the liquid move down his throat in the most pleasing way…he could feel the drug’s effect growing stronger. He down the bottle and tossed it aside, “So who’s next?” Trevor grinned, “This guy has one kink and one kink only, you have to refer to him as coach. That’s it, treat him like you would your coach and you’re fine.” “My coach wouldn’t be trying to fuck me,” Daniel said. Tommy chucked from the bar, “Don’t be too sure of that stud, I bet a lot of people would try if they thought it would work.” The young jock felt himself blush as the compliment hit home and then he realized what they were saying, “I’m not…” Trevor held his hand up, “…a fag, got it bud. You tell yourself whatever you need to as long as get through the night,” his phone beeped, “I need to take this.” and he walked away. John walked over to his son, “You ok?’ Daniel nodded, feeling the drugs kick in and his tension and dread begin to fade away, “As well as I can…” he looked at his dad, “Did I…did I like it as much as I remember?” He put a hand on Daniel’s shoulder, “You’re drugged son, it doesn’t mean anything.” “So that’s a yes,” he said, running a hand through his hair, “I’m not a fag…” John smiled, “I know son.” But even as he said it John felt himself look down at the massive bulge in his son’s jock…it was a thick piece of meat even soft… “Ok, showtime!” Trevor said breaking the man out of his trance, “He’s on his way up, daddy, take a seat, you ready boy?” Daniel sighed, “Do I have a choice?” Trevor paused and leaned in, “Let me bring you in on the secret kid, you always have a choice, it’s just a matter of if you decide to take them or not. Like for example, me and my brother could try to skip out on the people we owe money to, but we’d end up buried in the desert with the other guys they fucked over, or we could use you to get the money. I could choose to watch my brother get shot in the back of the head, but instead, I choose to do this. You could walk out of here, we won’t stop you, but I’ll release that video and you’d have to deal with the fallout,” he paused, “But I think you’re going to choose to do this too, right?” Slowly Daniel nodded, taking a new look at these guys he had assumed were just evil fucks. They were not much older than he was, Tommy was no older than 20, and Trevor maybe 22…Daniel had just assumed they were older because… There was a knock on the door and the moment was broken. Trevor looked at the boy, “What’s the rule?” “Call him coach.” He nodded, “You got this,” and walked over to the door. Trevor welcomed a massive man, nearly as wide as the door he crouched slightly to walk in. He smiled and shook Trevor’s hand as Daniel sized him up. He was older, maybe pushing 50, graying hair, Tony Stark beard, he was wearing a nylon windbreaker that covered his caveman-sized frame. He wasn’t fat, not at all, he was just a wall of a man. He honestly looked like every football coach Daniel had seen at school. The man walked over to Daniel, his eyes moving up and down the jock’s lean body. Daniel tried not to shiver at the inspection. The man stood in front of Daniel, “Boy.” Swallowing hard Daniel replied with, “Coach.” He smiled and nodded slightly, “Looking good, lemme see the goods, turn around.” Daniel slowly turned around, when his back was to the man, he stopped him. His large hands moved up Daniel’s smooth ass, “Nice form, when was the last time you worked glutes?” Daniel looked back at the man, “Um…last week?” He felt the man’s fingers move under the straps of his jockstrap and he shivered slightly… “Let’s go do some squats, I’ll spot you.” Daniel nodded, his mind foggy up a little as he walked towards the weights. He started to take the jacket off and the man stopped him, “Leave it on, here…let’s put some plates on.” They loaded a few 45s on the bar and Daniel got under it, bracing it on his shoulders. It wasn’t anywhere near heavy enough to need a belt so he bent his knees and lifted the bar up. Taking a deep breath he slowly went down, bending his knees… “SHIT!” he cried as he felt the man’s tongue lick his ass as he got lower. The man’s hands steadied him as he rose up, Daniel closed his eyes, knowing what was coming. He slowly went down, and he felt his cheeks part as the tongue danced around his hole… “Oh god…” he panted as he held his ass there before he realized what he was doing. He lifted the bar again, horrified to find his cock plumping up. He wanted to throw the bar off and run, but it was like Trevor said…it wasn’t the choice he was going to make. He slowly went down and again the hands spread his cheek and Daniel shivered as that tongue slid into his hole, probing the jock’s ass tentatively. The teen grunted as raw pleasure shot through his body, he stayed there, letting the older man ravish his ass with his tongue, whimpering the whole time. It was both incredibly pleasing yet strange all at once, causing mixed feelings to stir inside him. As they continued in this way, sweat dripped down onto his brow and his head began to spin, almost making him lose focus momentarily. But then something new happened - his throbbing erection slipped free from his jock strap. The man moved his hand around and began to slowly stroke the boy's massive cock as he continued to lick his hole. "Unnnhh...," groaned Daniel, barely able to catch his breath. The sensation grew more intense as the boy found himself rocking back onto the man's mouth, his cock leaking profusely. Every nerve ending seemed to ignite with blissful ecstasy, creating an indescribably arousing feeling coursing throughout his entire being. Despite feeling dizzy and disorientated, he clung desperately to the railing as he fought against the urge to collapse from sheer pleasure. The man pulled his tongue and slapped the boy's ass, "Ok, let's try some bench press." Daniel racked the squat bar and adjusted his cock. At his size there was no putting it back, so he tucked it under the waistband and laid down on the weight bench as the man put plats on either side. Daniel looked up as the man put both hands on the bar, “Ready?” Daniel nodded as he lifted the bar, again at this weight he didn’t need any help but he knew this was all theater for the man, so he went with it. As the bar went down so did coach, Daniel realized he could look up the man’s shorts and saw his insanely thick cock peeking out the side of one leg. It came close to his face as Daniel pushed the bar up, with each rep the cock hardened, until the head was a couple inches out…as the bar went down the cock lowered… And Daniel opened his mouth as it slid into him. With each push of the bar, the man would thrust deeper into the teen, moans escaping both their lips as pleasure coursed through their bodies. Every thrust became longer, harder, and deeper as the room filled with passionate gasps and animalistic growls. Daniel racked the bar as he kept sucking the man's cock, pulling himself up by the bar as he did pulls ups as he sucked the man off. “Oh, that’s it, boy,” the man growled, “You got it…you got it all.” Daniel was in a daze as he kept pulling up to swallow the beer can thick cock. Distantly he knew he should stop, he should be disgusted, but the man looked so much like a coach and the weight bench…it all put the jock at ease and he became more and more turned on by the massive cock trying to lodge down his throat. The man moaned loudly, filling Daniel's ears with sounds of pure lust. With every movement, another part of the world disappeared behind the dark curtain of desire that had descended upon them. Daniel couldn't even say how long ago he lost track of time or place anymore. Everything faded away, to him, there were only two people, flesh melding together in an unbridled dance of primal passion. The man groaned and then pulled his cock out of the teen’s mouth, “Shit…god damn boy, you’re going to make me cum!” Daniel was sickened to find his cock twitch at the thought of it. Coach stripped off his shorts, leaving himself naked, and went over to the lat pulldown station. He adjusted the weight and looked back, “This is next.” The boy stood, his long legs wobbled as he walked over to the man, he waited for the man to move from the seat and then realized…he wasn’t. The man had a bottle of lube in his hand and was greasing up his cock, he then pulled Daniel closer and spread the boy’s cheeks as he slid two fingers into him. The jock grunted as he felt his hole stretch as the lube was applied liberally. Once done he sat on the man’s lap facing him. The giant cock slid through his cheeks as he sat, the man pulled the bar down and gestured for Daniel to grab it. He reached up and took hold and the coach stopped pulling, the boy was raised as he realized the weight was way heavier than him. The cock slid up as the coach pulled the bar back down, and the cock trolled his ass again. The coach did this a few times to let the boy get the rhythm and then paused. “Ready?” Daniel nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Coach pulled the bar down as Daniel felt the cock nudge his hole, closing his eyes he pushed down as it slowly penetrated him. The jock moaned as he felt the man’s thick cock stretch his tiny, little jock hole wide. His head was thrown back as he felt half of the cock enter him before the coach raised the bar, causing the boy to rise. “Fucking shit!” Daniel cried as he felt the cock slide through his ass, then before it could pop out the coach brought the bar down, pushing back into the teen forcefully. This time Daniel felt his ass hit the man’s lap and he knew he had all of it in him. “Such a good boy,” the man said as he raised the bar, causing the boy to whimper as he was fucked slowly again. As they got comfortable with the angle, the pace increased. Daniel felt his ass becoming adjusted to coach’s girth and he felt his cock starting to harden again. Then suddenly, the man yanked down on the bar, causing Daniel to arch his back as the man rammed home. Each forceful thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through Daniel’s body. His muscles quivered involuntarily beneath the assault, and even though he knew logically what was happening, his body responded just as if he was in love with the act. The man moved with expert precision, lifting Daniel higher and bringing him back down with powerful strokes. Their combined groans echoed through the room, amplifying Daniel's excitement and increasing his desire to please, he found himself anticipating the impact and pushing down to meet it. Letting go of the bar, his arms wrapped tightly around the man's neck, seeking balance and support throughout the tumultuous ride. Each thrust made Daniel cry out in delight, his own pelvis rocking to meet the coach's motions. He pressed his hips down hard, impaling himself on that cock over and over. The pain was immense, his anal ring stretched beyond anything he thought possible, tears streaming down his face from the intensity of it all. Yet the drugs made the feeling its own pleasure – he began to crave the agony, yearned for it, wanting nothing more than to submit fully to the man savagely fucking him. Daniel was caught in the paradoxical dance of physical pain, mixed with erotic gratification. His heart raced, his blood pounded wildly in his veins, each throb of his member intensifying the torment. His mind screamed to resist, but his body gave itself over entirely, allowing the stranger to completely dominate him. “Oh yeah coach, fuck me…” he panted, “Fucking shit…right there!” The boy arched his back as he rode the man, the bar no longer needed. The teen’s smooth skin was covered with sweat as he impaled himself on that cock over and over, moaning like a common whore as he was fucked. The man grabbed onto the boy’s nipples and pinched, sending shivers running through the teen’s spine. Daniel threw his head backward, feeling like a feral creature in a rut. His cries were echoing through the room, sounding like those of an animal trying to mate. The sounds only further fueled his growing obsession with submitting totally to the dominant man taking control of him. “You like that boy? You like coach’s cock?” Daniel nodded, sweat flying from his hair, “Oh god coach…you’re so thick!” The older man chuckled, “Yeah little jock boys like you love it…come on boy, show me how much you want it…ride that cock!” Daniel slammed himself down, feeling the bull cock split him in half. The man leaned forward and began to gnaw on the jock’s neck, causing the boy to whimper and moan as he felt himself be marked, “Oh god…please coach!” The man suddenly stood up, leaving the boy impaled on his member. Daniel moaned as he felt himself be walked across the room, each step slamming that cock into him over and over. Coach slammed Daniel against the wall, fucking the boy like an animal as the jock wailed and sobbed. The brutality of the action left the athlete breathless yet still aching for more. Bloodied by his own desires, Daniel hungered after the pain, reveling in its harshness, begging for release that eluded him. The older man's rough handling brought forth deep groans from Daniel, driving the younger male into maddening arousal. Both their breaths quickened as their movements grew more frenzied, mirroring the chaos inside Daniel's turbulent mind. He was screaming at himself to stop this, but his hands clawed at the man’s back as he felt that cock own him. He had never felt such passion before, not with any girl, he was breathless as the man owned him completely. He shoved his whole length into the teen and moved forward to kiss him. Without hesitation, Daniel kissed him back, like a slobbering puppy he was desperate for the man’s affection and would do anything for it. As their tongues tangled together, hands grasped at each other feverishly, exploring every curve and edge of their respective bodies. Meanwhile, Daniel continued to impale himself on the man's monster cock, taking each stroke eagerly. "That's my good boy," said the coach approvingly, as they broke apart briefly. "You want coach to fuck your properly?" He asked playfully, squeezing one of Daniel's pecs possessively. “Please coach…please…” Daniel sobbed. The man walked Daniel over to the bed, making sure that cock never left the jock’s hole. As they fell onto the bed Daniel gasped as he felt the coach’s full-length slam into him, causing sparks of light to flare in his vision. The pain was excruciating, a sharp burning sensation coursed through every fiber of his being. Despite this, his insatiable appetite compelled him to take more, driving the coach into deeper delirium. Desperate to reach some kind of zenith, he clung to the man, both of them writhing and squirming underneath the weight of need and ecstasy. As the coach fucked the boy he reached down to the donkey-sized cock that was rubbing precum over his eight-pack. Daniel gasped as he felt the coach start to stroke him, “Look at my boy’s cock, why did God give you such a big cock boy? Why when you have such a tight little jock cunt?” Daniel couldn’t speak as he wrapped his long legs around the man and pulled him into his ass, needing every inch of his enormous cock. All he knew was pleasure as his thoughts burned, no more hesitation, no more denial, he slammed back onto the cock, wanting this to never stop. “FUCK ME COACH! FUCK YOUR GOOD BOY!” Daniel screamed as his toes curled, his balls beginning to tingle. The man sat up, pulling Daniel up with him, the full weight of the jock slamming him down onto the cock. Daniel felt the cock slam his clit one time too many and he let out a wail as his cock erupted with cum. “CUMMING!” Daniel cried as thick ropes of cum shot up, coating his chest and abs with his load. The man roared as the teen’s tight little cunt squeezed his cock and his load flooded his guts. In the middle of his orgasm, he felt the warmness of the man breeding him and began to shoot even more. His legs shook as he milked the bull cock for every drop of milk it had. The man collapsed on the jock, and they lay there, covered in sweat and cum. Daniels embraced the man, holding him close as his cock slowly slide out of his ass. When the man looked down at him Daniel moved up and kissed him, needing more, wanting more from him. They made out for a while, Daniel relishing the feel of the man’s weight on him. Finally, he pulled back, “Shit kid…you’re going to give me a heart attack.” Daniel moaned as he felt the man stand up, the cock sliding out of his hole. He felt empty and alone…he lay on the bed…moaning. John watched Tommy move over to the bed as the man and Trevor exchanged money. He saw his son pull Tommy down on top of him, kissing him passionately as he pulled his clothes off. Eventually, they were both naked, writhing on the bed as Tommy spread the young jock’s legs and began to fuck him. Trevor walked the man out and closed the door, “Hey man, we still have one more client, don’t stretch him out!” If Tommy heard his brother, he didn’t show it, slamming his cock into the boy as he held those ridiculously long legs apart, fucking the jock like he was a bitch. Daniel moaned, his head trashing back and forth as he whimpered, pushing his muscled ass back onto the man’s cock, needing more and more cock… Finally, Tommy groaned as his body trembled, emptying his balls into the eager stud. Daniel, feeling another load dumped into him cried out as he came, his gigantic cock erupting like a volcano over his smooth chest. John just stared as they both lay there, kissing, limbs entangled as they consumed each other. Trevor nudged John, “Don’t be sorry dad, you can clean up after the last one.” “Wha…no! I don’t…” Trevor cupped his hand over the man’s hard cock and winked, “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter dude, you’ve been in that ass and you want back in. No one here is going to judge.” John looked at his son, “He might.” Trevor watched the boy and his brother kiss and chuckled, “Somehow I doubt that.” As Tommy pulled the kid to his feet and led him to the bathroom, John had to wonder if the man was right.

Part 3: Some Regrets? Hey guys. Sorry its been a while since i finished telling my story here. Some of you have been very supporting. A few of you sent me messages because my spellings arent always good. Im not book smart, but I am smart. And im not a flamer! You know how I would get exicited by Troy (hiv dude) buttfucking me? Well, I kinda had to stop for a while right? I started feeling stupid about what I did and wanted. I got myself tested and all and I came out negative and I figured I was over all that then. Good! He texted me and call me and I tried to ignore him. I finally called him back and we had a long talk. I cant get hiv fucked into me anymore, i tred to explan to him. I do like Troy. He's fun and super sexy and hes understanding. But he couldnt get how I begged him for aids cum and why i let him buttfuck me twice already. I guess I was a little confused. I told him the sex was great! Nobody fucked me like him. It felt so good! but im afraid to get sick. Troy said that I confused and he could help. He said I liked to get hiv dicks in my butt and I was afraid to admit it to myself. I dont know. I didn't think so. I just got carried away when he fucked me right? Anyways he said he could test me to see if I wanted hiv or not. He said he'd fuck me with a condem on and if I liked that, then I didn't really want hiv dick inside me. I was uncertain but this was a safe way for Troy to buttfuck me and I missed that. So I agreed to the test. Then he came over. This time, he put a condem on first and lubbed it and then put it in me. "Im going slow and not deep" he explaned to me. It felt weird. I dont like how condems feel, but I wanted him to fuck me more. I couldnt even get hard. He tried putting more lubbed into me than fucking me some more. It didn't feel all that good. I told him maybe he should go more deep and pound faster and hard. He said that he couldnt fuck me fast, hard or deep because the condem would break and i might get pozzed. I was kinda frustrated. You know what? He kinda surprised me bc he took off the condem and put his big dick into my butthole! "hey what ru doing?" i kinda yelled to him. he said that he was testing me and asked if I like this better. I didnt know what to say because yeah it felt better but i didnt want aids anymore. "I dont know!"i told him. And then he put it in deeper. Oh God! It felt amazingly! "You shouldnt fuck me with your poz cock" I tried to tell him. But, then I got a boner right away. Why did Troy have to make me get a boner? He asked me if i wanted him to stop and put the condem back on. Oh shit! This isnt what i thought was gonna happen. "You gave me a boner!" I told him. He explaned that I got a boner because I like poz dicks in me raw. Maybe that was true? I was very turned on and I couldn't tell him to stop. He gave me the choice to tell him to put on the condem again or to ask him to fuck me with his poz cock. omg! i didn't want to make that choice! he just stopped with his dick half-way into me. "whats it gonna be?" he asked me. I felt kinda scared but also good then. "buttfuck me!" i said. and he didn't start up again. "with what?" he asked. oh damn, he was gonna make me said it. "fuck me with your poz cock" I said. And then he slammed it in! And he started fucking me hard and fast. "I knew you wanted my hiv cum!" he said with smiles while he did more poundings. "That feels great!" I had to tell him. His dick was so big and he put it in me so right. "It feels better when you try to give me aids" I admited to him. Troy said I loved to ask him for hiv cum. And I guess I did. When I asked for it, he gave me more deep poundings. I cant believe he made me want it all again. "i want your aids cum!" I yelled so that he would keep pounding me. "I know you do" he said while he went on to buttfuck me even more! you know what he did next? he took his dick all the way out of my hole and then jammed it all the way in. my god! that fucking felt awesome! he pulled it out again. "what do you want?" he asked me and waited. "HIV!" I yelled back and then he jammed it in again. He did the same thing again, "what do you want." And I said "your aids cum please!" and jammed it into me again! "you're gonna make me cum!" i told him. And then he lifted my legs up all the way and pulled me as close to him as he could and said he was gonna fuck me as deep as he could. "You're gonna get aids from this!" he said and then I felt him so deep in me. Oh god. He was trying to give me aids cum. I knew it! I started to shoot my cum and it hit me in the face! That just made Troy slam faster and harder. "You're getting HIV!" he said real loud like and I felt him shoot cum deep into me! after all that, he stayed the night with me. I knew what I wanted then. And he knew how to give me it!

i dont know why i did it. when i read his profile he seemed hot, right? and it said his HIV was undectable. so i thought it was safe. he was super fine. looked like one of those swimmers from the olympics. and he was packing a huge dick. i never did nothing with a poz dude before. maybe because i drank some, thats maybe why i said he could come hang. when he got to my place, he told me that his doctor changed his meds and that his virol (sp?) load might be super high. i wish he told me that before i was already turned on and had a boner. he had a big boner. his huge boner made mine look so small. but i didnt care. i guessed i was just going to suck his dick. he put his big dick into my mouth and it felt so good. but i kept getting more turned on. he kept asking me like "do you want me to fuck you?" and i did but i was afraid so i said i don't know. he told me to lie on my stomach and i dont know why i did. next thing i know his tongue is in my butt and it felt so good. i didnt want him to stop. "if i fuck you now, you might get aids. are you okay with that?" he asked me. i told him i didn't want aids. then, i felt him try to put his dick in me. "hey" i said, "i dont want aids!" but he was already pushing it inside me. i know he herd me. it was feeling good now though. and then he just told me, "im gonna fuck your ass good." it felt so good, all i could do was just say "ok." he started fucking me! i had an hiv dude fucking my ass! this was crazy. i told him "maybe should stop. i dont want aids." and all he said was, "does it feel good?" so i said "yes, it feels great!" he started fucking me even more deeper. it felt wonderful. "i really like that!" i said real loud like. "oh, you dont care about aids anymore now?" he asked. i guess i was just so horny and it was feeling so good now so i told him "i dont care! fuck your aids into me!" i didnt think he could fuck me any harder and deeper, but he did. it kinda hurt sometimes but more than that it felt awsome!!!! "you are liking my aids dick in you now huh?" he asked. all i could do was like clench my teeth and moan bc the pain and good feeling was so much. the pain started going away and my dick was so hard it was gonna bust. all i could think was that i was getting aids but it was a hot fuck. this guy might have aids and i like him fucking me ! my orgism was getting to close. "im about to cum . you want it?" he asked me as he slammed dick into me. "YES! I want aids!!!" was all i could yell. it felt amazingly! he fucked me even more quickly and i felt wet inside. it made me cum bc it felt all so good and wet ! "You're getting aids" he whispered into my ear as he slowed down. i felt his dick jerk as he came inside me. i came too. it was insane! he left kinda quickly after that. i texted him "thanks for aids cum! i loved it" i hope i hear back from him soon. i had no idea getting a hiv dude to fuck me would be so hott!

Way to many flakes online. Miss the days of cruising at a bar or a club where you felt like you were hunting for a conquest.

'Please read all sections of the contract and ensure that you are fully aware of the implications and obligations regarding the procedure before signing. 1. By signing this agreement you agree to submit your body to the procedure and that you will be be infected by anal insemination. 2. That you do so of your own free will and have not been coerced into to doing so by any third party. 3. That you are not under the influence of any prescribed medication, drug or illegal substance. 4. That you are not under the influence of alcohol. 5. You must understand that once you have entered the premises (in this case the room hired for the purpose) you are obligated to submit to ALL instructions given by the person, or persons, inside and give up the right to withdraw from the procedure. 6. That you are fully aware of the consequences to your health once you have submitted to the procedure. Date: ../../.... Full Name: .................................. Signature:.................................... As I read through the contract/agreement I felt hot and began to sweat. I was shacking and my stomach was churning. Suddenly it had all become very real. Up to this point I was just incredibly horny. My cock had been hard for the two hours it took to drive to the hotel. My mind was in a whirl. I could just turn around get back in my car and drive home. No one apart from whoever was inside room 327 would ever know and I could continue my life the way it had been upto now. But, I had come this far. At first it was a fantasy. Wanking to bareback porn then moving on to porn depicting guys being pozzed. Submitting themselves, their bodies in the ultimate way possible. Slowly, over a couple of years the fantasy became a need growing stronger all the time until it was an obsession. All I could think about was being knocked up, impregnated, gifted, pozzed, infected with the bug. How another mans toxic seed would take over my body, mutating in every cell and live in me until I die. Now, here was the moment I had desired for so long. Was I going to back out?

My poz cock

I love my cocksucker worshiping my balls. My Boy, Drew is an expert. I make him lie on his back and open his mouth wide. I sit on his face and push both my nuts into his mouth. I’ve got big hairy balls so his mouth is full. He runs his tongue over my balls and masturbates me until I cum over his face like a fountain.

Doug sat on the couch, the glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the room. Jay was on a work trip and had been since their revealing last encounter. Jay's absence made his confused feelings even harder to manage than they already would have been. His fingers traced the edge of his phone, hesitating for a moment before he finally tapped Jay's contact. The call connected, and Jay's face appeared on the screen, his silver hair slightly tousled, cheeks a bit red and a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, handsome," Jay greeted, his voice smooth and warm. "What're you up to?" Doug felt a flutter in his chest, the familiar mix of excitement and nervousness that Jay always seemed to evoke. "Not much," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Just missing you. What about you?" Jay's smirk widened, and he turned the phone slightly, revealing the room behind him. Doug's breath hitched as he saw Jay lying on a bed, a young twunk with long blond hair straddling him, riding his raw cock with eager abandon. The sight sent a jolt of heat straight to Doug's groin, his cock twitching in his pants. "Having a bit of fun," Jay said, his voice low and husky. "But I'll call you back later, yeah?" Doug's mind raced, a whirlwind of arousal and something darker, something that felt suspiciously like jealousy. "Yeah," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "Later." The call ended, and Doug was left staring at the blank screen, his heart pounding. He shifted on the couch, his cock now fully hard, straining against the fabric of his pants. He unzipped himself, freeing his thick length, and began to stroke, his mind filled with the image of Jay and the blond twunk. He was jealous, but it also somehow turned him on to think of his man's raw cock in some other slut's hole. The raw cock that had fucked him and filled his own ass with cum. Later that night, his phone rang again. Jay's face appeared on the screen, and Doug answered, trying to keep his voice steady. "Hey," he said, his voice husky. Jay's eyes were dark with desire, his voice low and commanding. "You liked what you saw earlier, didn't you?" he asked, his tone leaving no room for denial. Doug swallowed hard, his cock twitching at the memory. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I was surprised. I haven't really thought about fucking with other guys since we started dating. I guess I assumed it was the same for you." Jay's expression softened slightly, his voice taking on a more gentle tone. "Males are hardwired to want multiple partners," he explained. "It's only some other stronger desire that ever suppresses that urge. And I might really like you, Doug. But I know I really like fucking you. I don't want to mess up my chance to find out if I like you by confusing lust with love." Jay's smirk widened, and he leaned closer to the screen, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Besides, like told you, I want you to be my slut for POZ cum," he said, his words sending a shiver down Doug's spine. "Find someone tonight. Someone POZ. I want you to ride his raw cock and tell me all about it. And I'll tell you about my trick too." Doug's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He still felt a pang of jealousy, but beneath that, there was a thrill, a dark excitement at Jay's words. "Okay," he said finally, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. After the call ended, Doug logged online, his heart pounding in his chest. He found Gord's profile, a POZ undetectable guy he'd hooked up with before. He'd felt a pang of guilt after their encounters and so had avoided Gord's further invitations, but tonight, Jay's words echoed in his mind, pushing him forward. He sent Gord a message, inviting him over. Gord arrived quickly, his tall frame filling the doorway. He had an ugly face but a killer body, his dark hair slightly tousled, his eyes filled with desire. They didn't waste time with pleasantries, their bodies crashing together in a hungry kiss, hands roaming, exploring, claiming. Gord pushed Doug onto the bed, his body covering Doug's, his cock hard and ready. Doug spread his legs, inviting Gord in, and with a low groan, Gord entered him, his raw cock filling Doug completely. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Doug rode Gord's cock, his own thick length bouncing with each movement, his body alive with pleasure. He could feel Gord's cock throbbing inside him, the raw, unprotected sex sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. He came with a cry, his cum spilling onto Gord's chest, and Gord followed soon after, his release filling Doug completely. The next night, Doug did tell Jay all about it, his voice low and as he described every detail. Jay listened, his eyes dark with desire, his voice low and commanding. "Good boy," he said, his words sending a shiver down Doug's spine. "Very hot."

Man 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 Headed over to Clubhouse 2 I have never been to this bathhouse before, it was quite a treat. The crowd was very minimal when I got here, I’ve never been here before, so I did not know what to expect. Everyone seemed older, however, that was my demographic. I don’t care how old the person is as long as their cock works and they wanna fuck me I would let them do it. Guy number six was an older Mexican man who got there not too long after I did. I was in one of the dark rooms when he came over I started feeling my lubed hole, I started using Vaseline after the black guy tore me a little, I even put some Analeze to help with the pain. The Mexican guy wasted no time, spun me around and pushing me up against the wall and began to fuck me relentlessly using my ass like a flashlight and coming pretty quickly inside of my ass. He was quiet about this. He then slips out and walks away without saying a word. Guy number seven, an older white guy who looks like an old AIDS patient instantly slipped into Me his cock about 7 inches long, thick and hard. I could feel his old balls, slapping my wet ass as it cozy up to my back and pushes deep as far as he can get it, cum is dripping down my ass at this point, my legs are wet as slushes and with his fat cock, then bend over and hold my ass open for him and see assault me as hard as I possibly could take it. He then pulls out of me, guy number eight slides right into his place as guy number seven now feeds me his wet cock accompanied by the bottle of poppers under my nostril. Flying high, I slowly start sucking on his cock as the next guy fucks me deep and hard. Another bottom enters the room and AIDS daddy pulls out of my mouth and slides into his ass. The other bottom groans with pleasure and then the guy fucking me pulls out of me and feeds me his cock. He begins jerking in really hard. I knew he wanted to come so badly so I sucked him as hard as I could as soon enough he was filling my mouth, splashing his cum all over my face. AIDS Daddy sees this.Pulls cock out of the other bottoms ass and proceeds to feed me his dirty cock. The other bottom comes over and begins to lick the cum off of my face, we then start kissing, snowballing the Load between us, you then pulls me off of daddy‘s cock, flipped me over, spits on my hole and pushes himself into me. I lay there with my ass hanging over the side of the bench and my mouth still available aids. Daddy is now fever fucking in my mouth as the other bottom is fucking my ass sloppy with cum and lube. AIDS daddy announces that he wants to cum, the bottom and him switch places, and he pushes into me deep as he fucks his seed into my hole, he pulls out of me, and makes me and the other bottom suck him clean before walking away. The auto bottom slides right back into me and continuous fucking me turning the loads I reach back, and scoop up some of the cum dripping out of my ass. it was white and foamy and of course, I tasted it on the tip of my fingers The bottom and pulls out of me and jerked his load onto my ass. He then slides right back in and fucking me. He then pulled out and walked away. A black guy comes in and Lays on his back. I then climb directly onto him after sucking him nice and hard on the ride his cock reverse cowgirl. I could hear the slashing sounds on the groans hes making. He’s telling me how wet my ass is and commenting on how many loads he’s turning he enjoys it. He starts telling me how foamy and messy my asshole is.I ride him for what seems like forever, but he doesn’t come eventually I pull off of him only on my belly instead.

Hot. Love reading about the descent. We start out as virgins. Always craving... Something. Something we can't name. The we get our first encounter. Maybe we give some guy a clumsy blowjob. But we get a taste for it. We surrender our cherry hole. It hurts. Oh fuck it hurts. But it sets off something inside us as well. After he pulls out, we feel an emptiness. We want it again and again. Still painful each time but each time more and more amazing. Maybe we feel guilt. Maybe at war with ourselves. Need to stop. No! I need it again. Fear fights desire. Determination fights our desperation. Until we will do anything to feel a dick inside us again. No condom? Well... Just this once. I'm safe, are you? All leading to the inevitable. The surrender, the fuck, the cum. The sensation, the pleasure, even more intense. The feeling that you have truly given yourself to another man. No barriers. The feeling of his warm seed inside you. Maybe you try to play safe again. But it's not the same anymore. You want it raw. And you will do anything to get it. A little less picky about his age or build or looks. A little less attentive to his status. Until, on some level at least, you don't care. Maybe you even want him to be poz. The risk. The reward. And then, someday, that moment your doctor says he has news for you. You know what it is. He wants you to be sad. Maybe you are as reality sets in. But there is also that relief. I don't have to worry anymore. Maybe that elation. Even pride. You've crossed over. Welcome to the brotherhood.

I fell kinda ashamed of what I did next. I thought i would make smarter choices, but things just kinda got out of control. after he finished licking my butthole, i was so horny. my own boner was big. i mean it wasn't as big as troy but it was big for mine. i felt him push the tip of his dick into my hole and he just kinda pressed against me not too hard and not putting in my butt yet. you want this? he asked me. damnit i was horny. i told him, "you gave me a boner and now you are making me want aids in my butt again." and then he pressed it a little further. i loved the way it felt when he pushed in. yeah it burned a little but then it feels amazingly. "yeah you like that" he said. and i said, "i really do. it feels so great!!!" this time, he just kept going slow into me and kept asking me questions like "oh u like my hiv dick in you?" "yes!" i said, "i want your hiv dick inside me more!" and he pushed some more into me. "tell me how you like that" he said. "your making me want aids now!" i told him. "yeah, you want my hiv?" he asked me. now he was starting to slowly thrust some into my butt. the hiv dude was in my butt again. i couldnt believe it but i didnt want to stop it then. it felt even better than the frist time he buttfucked me. "oh damn!" I said "yes, fuck hiv into me. i want hiv!!!" i kinda yelled right. He sped up his paced. it was feeling better. "you like that?" he asked again. it was getting hard to concerntrate bc it felt soo damn good. "i love getting aids!!!" i told back to him. "it feels awsome !!!' I was beginning to think that maybe he was brainwashing to me. He kept saying things over and over in my ear and i like kept believing it and wanting it more. "youre a poz slut" he said. and i liked to hear that! over the next 20 minutes or so, i couldnt help but to keep saying things like "i want HIV!" and "please give me aids cum!" now he was pounding my ass hard and i was loving it! hiv dude was buttfucking me hard like! and i kept encouraging him bc the morei told him i liked it, the more pounded i got. "yes!!! buttfuck aids into me! i like aids in my butt!!!" i yelled at one point. he seemed happy but was also warning me like "if i keep fucking you, ur gonna get hiv and aids. u want that?" "i do!" i said real loud. "please give me hiv. I need your aids. pound me hard!" I never got so pounded as than. Man, Troy was buttfucking me so hard. And DEEP! I felt his muscley stomach against my back like he was cramming all of his dick into my butthole!!! And now he seemed all angry but horny too and said "you're a dumb slut that takes poz loads!" and I knew that was try. "I am! I want the poz loads! Getting aids feels soo good!" i told him. He said something like "oh you're getting my fucking poz load. this fuck is gonna give you aids!" and then he was slamming me so hard, i was seeing blurry like. Oh man, i have to finish this story later now bc Troy is texting me.

I’m going to recount some experiences I’ve had. I’m Dave, and most of these stories are true or as true as I can recall. Generally, I use the actual first names of the guys. MY DETAILS As I mentioned, I’m Dave and I grew up in a religious family in the northeast of the USA. My parents made us go to church every Sunday. For high school, I was sent to an all-boys parochial school. That decision was made for me. I grew up sheltered and knew very little about sex but found early on that I had a jockstrap fetish. I also knew that I found looking at some of my classmates irresistible. But none of this really meant much to me as a kid – I really couldn’t make sense of it. After all, I couldn’t be gay because it was a sin, and I was a good Catholic boy, although very mischievous. I stand about 5 feet 9 inches and I’ve always been athletic with a tight body, especially my pecs and my ass. I have blue-grey eyes and dirty blond hair. In the mid 1980s, I probably weighed 150 pounds. Fast-forward to my junior year of college in 1985. Looking back, I was deeply in the closet to myself. I got rid of my virginity to a woman at my college, and it was mediocre sex. I was still looking at dudes I thought were hot at the university and there were a lot of them. I had a lot of straight friends – both guys and women. I knew some gay guys, but I found that I couldn’t identify with them. BOB Through my 2nd year of university, I lived in a dorm, but I wanted to get an apartment. I knew a cool guy named Bob who was looking for a roommate. Bob was a handsome Italian American and about my size and a jock. I had not yet seen him without a shirt, but I daydreamed that he was a hairy otter. Bob was the type who had a five o’clock shadow by 9 am. I asked Bob if he was still looking for another roommate and he said he was. DAN The other roommate who was living in the apartment was Dan. I already knew Dan for a few years, and whenever I saw him, I found myself staring at him because he was stunning. Dan stood about 5 feet 10 inches and had a lean, muscled body. He was a rugby player and I’d been to see a couple of matches where he had played. He had blue eyes and long brown, wavy hair not quite to his shoulders. Despite his mesmerizing beauty, he was usually an arrogant prick to most other people, unless he was after pussy at a party or a bar. Then he could turn on the charm. This is how Dan looked when we were in our 20s. I decided I was busy enough with studies and a part time job so that I could minimize any unpleasant interactions with Dan. So, Bob and I shook hands, and I moved into the spare bedroom in his apartment just off campus. THE DAWNING As life at the apartment settled into a normal rhythm, all three of us got along surprisingly well. Bob was always friendly and outgoing, Dan was more to himself and maybe a bit introverted. A few months passed and one night, I came into a darkened apartment after going out with some friends to a party. I walked toward my room and noticed a dim light coming from Dan’s room. As I walked past, I saw Dan awake laying in bed in his white briefs. I said, “Hey, how’s it going? Did you stay in tonight?” Dan replied, “No, I had a date with a new woman, but it wasn’t great, so I ended it early. I’m going to grab a beer. You want one?”, as he got up out of bed. “Sure, I’ll have one,” I said. We chatted about random things. After our third or fourth beer, Dan said, “I notice that you’re always staring at me and when I look up, you look away. Why is that?” I probably looked like a deer in the headlights, and I stammered. He continued, “You think I’m hot don’t you? Well, I am. I think you’re pretty sexy too,” and he reached out to my chest and lightly pinched my left nipple through my tee shirt. I let out a gasp and tentatively, I reached out to his naked pecs as he leaned in to kiss me, his left hand reaching up to the back of my head. Once that initial kiss broke the ice, we were all over each other and moved to his room, slamming the door behind us. Both our cocks were rock hard as we got on his bed and kissed like two horny young guys do. I’d never touched another man’s cock yet alone sucked one. I licked his nipples, and he took my head in his hands and moved me down toward his cock. I noticed that there was some pre-cum gathering on his cock head, so I licked it and he groaned. My first attempt at giving head wasn’t too bad and I later found I was a natural born cocksucker. My own cock was also dripping pre-cum by now. Dan was on his back as I was sucking him, and I moved back up to kiss him as his muscular legs wrapped around me. Our cocks were sword fighting and pre-cumming all over each other’s dicks. Then he grabbed my cock and smeared some spit and his pre-cum all over my head and pushed me toward his hole. I fumbled around for about 10 seconds, but then my cock head found his hole. Dan had a smooth hole and as I reared up, he put his ankles on my shoulders, and I pushed my mushroom head into him and then past his ring. He hole was so much tighter than the pussy of the one woman I had fucked, and I kept pushing in. My brain was overloading with so many conflicting thoughts, but my cock head was clearly in charge as I finally bottomed out in Dan, my hairy balls against his taint. “Fuck Dave, you feel incredible. I didn’t know your cock was so big.” “Dude, your ass is so tight I could fuck you all night,” I replied. I was sweating like a pig onto Dan’s chest and abs as I pounded him. I couldn’t believe I was fucking this incredible man. I realized now that what I was feeling as I grew up, and that I was at least bisexual or maybe even gay. After pounding Dan’s ass about 10 minutes, I let out a groan and pushed my cock all the way into him and shot about 7 cock strokes of cum deep in Dan’s ass. I collapsed onto him for a second and left my dick in him as my cock softened. I kissed him and felt his still-hard cock on my stomach. I moved back down and took his cock into my mouth and gave him the best head I knew how to. “Dave, you’re going to make me cum,” and then I felt Dan’s hot cum hit the back of my throat. I was a bit panicked because I didn’t know what to do with it and I was a little grossed-out. “Swallow it. Just fucking swallow that load,” Dan said in a commanding tone. So, I did. Later, I would come to love the taste of cum, but not that night. “Listen, this has got to stay between us,” Dan said. I nodded my head. “You should probably go back to your room in case Bob comes back soon. “Yeah, right” I replied, and grabbed my clothes and left.

I became a cum-addicted drug-fueled sex addict...and this is my story... Back around 2008 I traveled a lot for business and...truth be told...I was drinking a fair amount and getting super-horny while travelling on the road. About this time, I really started to uncover my sexuality, and I started to realize I am very much bisexual (more like polyamorous or hyper sexual…basically I will have sex with just about anyone). I started cruising and looking to hook up on the road on apps like Craigslist (initially) and Adam4Adam…exploring my sexuality, especially the oral bottom side of me. Wind the clock forward to today and I am mostly a top attracted to smaller, (much) younger, and twinkier guys and/or trans. I started looking for guys that needed a good blowjob or an ass to fuck. I was more bottom back in the early days (but I have demonstrated I am certainly Li lol versatile). I would often arrange to have guys stop by my hotel room to find the door open, lights down low, me naked and either kneeling and blindfolded…or ass up in bed. I developed a real fetsih for sucking and getting fucked by big black cocks (I’m a medium-sized white guy). There were many hot stories from this time period…mostly traveling the east coast and places like North Carolina and Atlanta (where there were lots of horny black guys looking to fuck a hungry white ass). I hosted many anonymous men for hook-ups...including a few gang bangs and once the running of a train on my turned out asshole. I was mostly an oral bottom but did enjoy the asses of a few smooth twinks now and then. I have a real penchant for young, smooth, skinny twinks and femboys. Later, in 2014 I changed jobs with even more travel and it took me to the San Diego area for long stays. It was during some of those late nights looking for hook-ups that I started seeing guys up late partying, and it was then that I met for the first time a guy who was parTying….and I fell in love with it right from that first experience. I hope you don’t mind me sharing my history and my partying stories. I enjoy reliving some of this past…as it takes me right back to those horny sessions and let’s me re-live the drug-fueled scene in my brain. And so with that…here is chapter 1 of Diary of a CumsluT Chapter 1 - The First Time I met him on-line….making a connection around 10pm on a Tuesday night on Adam4Adam (these were the days of Craigslist and A4A….years before Grindr). His profile said “hung bbc parTy top” and I was immediately interested…especially since I already had given two anonymous blowjobs that evening in my hotel room and I was horny to get fucked. After some back and forth I invited him to stop by my hotel room. I was in the North San Diego area and in town on business all week. Luckily tomorrow was a light work day so I could hunt for cock and not worry about staying up too late...man was that a bad idea! He said he would bring parTy supplies and some toys…and I agreed but didn’t fully understand what that meant. I was already naked, shaved smooth, and cleaned out by the time he arrived…a muscular black man that was confident and in control….a subtle air of dominance. It wasn’t long before I was on my knees after he arrived and settled into my room…unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans down to expose a dirty bulging jockstrap. He also pulled out his backpack to unpack and organize a variety of supplies on the desk as I fondled and kissed at his bulge….lube, poppers, several dildos, a few different sized butt plugs, and then a shaving kit which turned out to hold his party supplies…which included a torch, glass pipe and a small baggie of white crystalline powder. He asked if I had some good porn to watch and I pulled up a few gay porn sites for him on my laptop, watching with curiosity as he loaded up the glass pipe with a few large shards of the white crystals from the baggie and fired up the pipe with the small torch...slowly melting the shards and slowly creating a white smoke within the bulb of the glass pipe. He first demonstrated by taking a hit if the pipe, exhaling a large cloud of smoke as he smiled from the rush...and then showed me how to hit the pipe and blow a big cloud. The rush was instantaneous...and intense. Even as I was exhaling and blowing my first cloud out from my lungs I blurted out…"can I buy some of this from you before you leave?" I was in love with Tina from that first hit as my head spun and I immediately felt like Superman...a very horny Superman. After 3 hits I was flying and hungry for sex as I began to rub the growing lump in his bulging crotch. It wasn’t long before he was pressing down on my shoulders and I suddenly found myself on my knees…face to face with his large bulging crotch. I pressed my face into the bulge off of his jockstrap and inhaled his dark masculine musk through my nose...causing my cock to twitch and leak a drip of pre-cum. I began loaning and mewling with a hungry desire and instantly became his sweet little submissive cocksucker in that moment, rubbing my face into his hard bulge and blowing my warm breath into his well-filled jockstrap…licking at the growing wet spot in the soft cotton pouch from his leaking cock... I had become a sweet little cocksucker hungry to be fed. After a few more hits on the pipe and swapping shotguns as he forced his cloud into my lungs….i began a very lengthy, very focused cocksucking session…a session like none-other before as i was never so focused or motivated to suck cock and give pleasure as I was in that moment…high on Tina and kneeling in that darkened hotel room…kneeling between this dom black god’s muscular, spread open legs. I was exactly where I was meant to be. He began to flip through some hardcore gay porn and would occasionally take a big slow hit of the pipe. I was flying high on meth for the first time and totally focused on this black god’s snake of a 10-inch cock…my warm wet mouth sucking on his foreskin and kissing on that smooth plump head, my tongue licking at the length of his veiny shaft and my lips stretching to take in the girth of this large black cock that was now standing at full attention in my face and in mouth…working the fat, engorged plum-sized head with extra diligence…making it wet with spit with a nice tongue-bath and using my lips and tongue to worship the sensitive frenulum underneath his bloated glans, licking and sucking on the fat meaty helmet-shaped knob. “Yeah boy…get to work now. I’m gonna lie back and enjoy your mouth and throat for awhile!”, he mumbled as his hands came down into my field of vision and I pulled my head back so that he could apply a thick silicone cock ring around his hard cock and bloated balls...making his cock even stiffer and making it jut out even more pronounced and veiny…and his big egg-shaped balls bulging in their nutsack...just as I like them...the cockring causing his ripe nuts to bulge…over-ripe and bloated full of man-seed…readying themselves to be relieved of their thick creamy load right down my sucking gullet. I was also being motivated by this black stud's responsive groans, soft grunts, and the low moans issuing from deep in his throat above me as I began to go to work with my lips, tongue, and warm mouth. Every 5 minutes or so I would hear the torch fire as he took another hit…lazily hitting the pipe and watching porn as he got his big snake of a cock sucked by his new little cocksucking bitch…me!. And so I began a lengthy cock worshipping session...several times raising my head up to lock lips so he could shotgun his exhaled cloud into my lungs and on several occasions sucking on the pipe as he fired the bowl to get a big lungful of smoke myself…blowing my cloud on the tip of his cock and down around the length of his meaty shaft as I squeezed the base and felt how fully alive his cock was as the blood pulsed through the girth of his thick meaty shaft. I love sucking a hard ringed up cock…and his was perfection! I somehow remembered that one of his texts said he was stopping by directly after a hard workout at the gym? No shower?…PERFECT! I pressed my face into the sweaty moistness that I found deeper in his crotch, inhaling deeply at the dark, intoxicating male muskiness that I found there…my nose crinkled at the distinctly sour black man-scent as I pushed my face deeper, huffing his musk and imprinting his dark scents into my hungry cocksucker’s brain. God do I love the strong overpowering sweetly sour man-scent of a horny black man’s crotch. To this day I can’t get enough and Ama slave to it. My consciousness collapsed down to focus on the action of my hungry cocksucker’s mouth as it worked on that smooth, slick, bulging cockhead…beginning to work the skin back and worship it. His cock became a bar of steel with a fat plump head and a big thick vein running down the length of it. I used my tongue to trace and lap at his veiny shaft...becoming obsessed with working that big vein with soft licks and gentle kisses. But my man was flying and he needed more, and he showed his impatience for getting deeper into my warm silky throat...and eventually…inevitably….his large strong hand found the back of my head as he began guiding my sucking mouth further down…showing me how he wanted his cock sucked…teaching me how to be the best cocksucker for him in that moment….connecting us as if one as I became focused on the thought of becoming the best cocksucker I could be for him…for this cock….for me….focused, dedicated, submissive, subservient…hungrily committed to giving the maximum pleasure with my mouth and throat that I could possibly give in that moment. “Yes, baby….that’s it, baby…you're doing so good, baby. Go to work for Daddy...go to work for that big 5-day nutt that Daddy’s gonna feed you. And after I squirt my juice into your belly…Daddy’s gonna put my second nutt deep up in your white-boy pussy.” I loved his strong commands and words of encouragement…it fueled me to suck him even better. He kept flipping through hardcore gay porn in between hits on the pipe….telling me the kinds of porn he liked....how he especially liked black guys double penetrating skinny white boys the best. He told me he was trying to get a friend to stop by so they both could get up in my stretched hole at the same time. I groaned at the thought and mumbled something to the effect…”yes sir…please sir.” His cock leaked a big dollop of sweet tasting pre-cum into my mouth in response to my begging. Another hit of the pipe and then a fresh bottle of poppers appeared at my nose. I couldn’t imagine flying higher…but the combination of blowing a big cloud and then getting poppered up drove me into a cock sucking frenzy….lost in the haze of Tina and poppers and the big cock that I was put on earth to serve. He leaned forward and pushed his big hands down my back, finding my smooth asscheeks….pulling them apart as his long fingers explored my smooth crevice and started massaging my tight little pink pucker. I am naturally smooth except some hair in my asscrack (which I had shaved earlier), so now I was as smooth as porcelain. It was clear this man appreciated my smooth clean butt and wanted more of that. “Daddy’s gonna need to work this little pussy-hole open...make it blossom and sing....mmmmmmmmhhhh...so tight and just begging to blossom open.” He mumbled as he worked a spit-covered finger up to the knuckle into my tight sphincter. “I’m gonna give you a booty bump to get that pussy-hole hungry for Daddy’s cock…and then you need to get this big 5-day nutt down your pussy throat.” And with that encouragement I felt him bring a small thin injector to the lips of my hole and then plunge it inside. He pushed it about 2 two inches into my quivering asshole and the hit the plunger...forcing a small amount of a slippery liquid into my flexing rectum. It burned like hell right from the start. "What the hell is that?", I shrieked...and to which he replied..."Don't worry, the burning sensation will pass...and it will be replaced by a warmth and an insatiable need to get fucked. That's called a booty bump and it is lube laced with quite a bit of Tina." I relaxed and went back to focusing on his cock that needed my attention..fat and glistening with my spit. I got back to work like the dutiful little cocksucker I had become, Slowly…inexorably…I pushed him deeper down into my throat...feeling the soft tissues of my throat open and stretch... my neck bulging full of cock as I kept my focus and started going down further…sliding his length deeper…as the poppers helped me to relax and open my throat… pressing his fat knob first against the back of my throat...causing me to gag and then push through the resistance…stretching my throat open and suppressing my gag reflex…my throat juices wetting his fat head as I worked myself open to take all of his thick 9 inches deeper…working my throat muscles to suckle and milk his engorged cockhead like a sucking mouth in my throat...until finally the resistance disappeared and he sank balls deep into my warm silky gullet. Once I was able to get my throat open and take him deep it then became easier to fully engulf his length as my nose became buried in his curly black pubes and his big bull nuts got squished and rested on my chin. A firm hand came to the back of my head and held me down...holding me down with a throat full of cock…forcing me to serve his cock and milk it with my flexing throat muscles. Flying high and sucking cock the best I possibly could. I pulled back in order to breath and then I began to use my active tongue to lick at the tip and up and down his big beautiful black veiny shaft…using wet lips to kiss and suck my way up and down his thick veiny shaft...eventually finding his big cum-congested nuts in their bloated ballsack and giving them a loving wet tongue-bath, using thick wet licks and eventually taking each one in turn into my warm sucking mouth...trying valiantly to get both nuts and his whole ballsack into my stretched open mouth but I just couldn’t do it. I began to worship his ripe, semen-filled balls until he spread his legs wide open, totally relaxed and asking me to really go to town on his balls....so I did! Eventually I got both his nuts in my stretched open mouth...my mouth now full of ripe nuts and my lips encircling the root go his balls and strangling them just like he wanted. I worshipped his balls for what felt like an hour Waking up from as if in a trance...I finally pulled off his nuts with a loud slobbery pop and moved my head back up his shaft and took a big hit of poppers...knowing full well that I was going to go work on his big cock...go for the run up to his nutting down my eager throat. Soon I was in all fours between his legs…rocking my whole body back and forth to take as many of his steely inches as I could…often going down to the root and burying my nose in his pubes, only to slowly pull back to kiss at the tip and then re-start the round trip all over again. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic sound of “gluck….gluck…gluck…” as I rocked back and forth and his cock punched and pounded away at my pussy throat…his fat cockhead smashing over and over again into the soft tissues of my sucking throat as I forcefully stretched myself open to milk his cockhead and take his whole length. His thick cock was stretching my throat and now I could take him fully…despite him being too fat for a normal throat...too fat to get through the final constrictions of a normal throat…but mine was not a normal throat. I was flying high on Tina and I was now the Throat Goat. He took the opportunity to hold my head down and raise his hips forcefully, humping himself up to thrust himself deeper and blowing out past the final barrier in my throat to easily fuck his last few inches into my stretched throat…bulging out my neck as I now more easily took his full length…now with my nose pressed into the tight wiry curls of his damp musky pubic hair. I couldn’t breathe…my airway was blocked by thick cock…but I didn’t care and would have happily died right there and then...asphyxiated by thick black cock if I was allowed to...I was that focused on this beast of a cock that I was sucking…intensely concentrating with my every fiber of my soul...so focused that I forgot that I needed to breathe and almost passed out . I didn’t care as I had given myself totally over to sucking cock and my airway being blocked was just one of the consequence of my devotion “Awwwww mannnn…you gonna get this nutt…you gonna get this nutt…you…gonna…get…this…big creamy nutt!”. The man stopped me one last time for another big hit from the glass pipe and a shotgun of forced cloud into my lungs...and then the need to unload hit him with full force... "Ahhhhhhhh.....fuuuuuck son...you're gonna get this nutt...shhhhhhhhhiittttttt…go get your creamy reward baby-boy...go get it!!"... ...and with that he started a new rhythm, fucking his hips forward and working in synch with my rocking motion as I thrust my body back and forth and bobbed my head up and down to slide his thick cock down my throat...and then he pulled my head down onto his cock using a big strong hand on the back of my head as he thrust his hips up...spearing his hard cock into the soft tight warmth of my gullet...skull fucking me and raping my throat until I felt all resistance gone and I became his cum receptacle...at last a place for him to bury his seed and fill up with cum. And just then, I felt his nuts tighten up against his body and a big blast of his creamy seed pulse up the big shaft of his cock. "Oohhhhhh shit boy....here it comes!" He was buried in my throat and so I never tasted the first several blasts of his cum as he blasted his load straight down my gullet and into my waiting belly. I love milking an exploding cock by working with throat muscles...milking it to relieve it of its heavy load. His cock throbbed and pulsed in my mouth and throat and I knew he was injecting his heavy seed load directly down my throat as I felt the warmth of his cum fill my belly...and after the first 4 or 5 heavy squirts, I pulled back and was rewarded with a big mouth full of thick heavy cream that I mostly swallowed and then let some of the next few pulses dribble from the corners of my mouth to leak and drip down my chin. “Awwww fuuccckkkk…that’s good boy! Milk my cock with that warm mouth and pussy-throat boy." He let me continue to suckle and milk his spent cock...my favorite part as I used my tongue and sucking throat ,ilk the final remnants of his load from his nuts....eventually pulling back to smack my tummy lips and lick the dredges of his sperm from my lips and chin. To this day I love to show my feeder how much I appreciate him feeding me his big creamy load and I like wearing his cum around on my face as a show of gratitude. “Now get up here and show me that little pussy hole of yours…I bet that booty bump is working it's magic and has that hole all warmed up by now!”.

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I was straight and decided to give gay anal ago as a dare to myself. The guy I met fucked me raw and totally changed my view on gay sex. He also said that now I'd been breed there was no going back. So fucking true. I can't stand safe sex. His DNA altered my wiring. It's stronger than drug addiction. I now hunger for guys to inject their loads into me.

I can't say I've ever been fucked non stop for more than 20 minutes or so by a regular fuck bud and that is always great. Numerous positions, rimming, kissing but my hole gets sore. That being said if there is a break I'm always ready for more. My favorite times are with guys that stay over. We fuck, fall asleep, wake up and fuck again..... so hot with previous cum as lube, fall asleep again and wake in the morning to fuck again.

As gay men the sheer bliss of butt fucking brings to our consciousness that we are doing what we are meant to do in life and affirms our sexuality. Just as straight men will say ( or write) that they looked at their wife in the eye and knew she was the one, as a gay man during butt fucking I feel like I am finally a complete person. Being gay often sets us apart - especially those of us who grew up in homophobic situations; and we often, I know I do, have doubts about what is right when it comes to sex. The bliss I feel during gay sex affirms to me, that this is the only way I was meant to have sex. I am a vers bottom and tend to cling to my top. I do feel like he is my man, though I don't feel like a woman necessarily. I feel like my top is an evolved man and I am in some kind kind of evolved female space/energy in my body when I get fucked.

I am this way either top or bottom, and it increases in magnitude if we flip, the ultimate is if we breed each other. The thrill I get knowing I'm getting bred by a man that I just bred or am breeding a man that has just bred me, it pretty close to pure nirvana for me, nothing else I've done sexually even comes close.

Guess what? You punched that ticket the day you were born, if you don't get hit by a bus first. Breeding or no, prep or no, pregnancy or no, you're on that ride. You're welcome.

Doug's fingers hovered over the keyboard, his eyes locked on the screen where Jay's profile glowed back at him. He had seen this face before, many times, on a different site—one where the intentions were raw, unfiltered, and dripping with the kind of hunger that made Doug's stomach tighten. But that was the other Jay, the one with the biohazard tattoo above his cock, the versatile top who didn't shy away from the words "poz undetectable" or "bareback." This Jay, the one on the dating site, was softer somehow, though the silver hair and beard were the same, and the confident smirk played at the edges of his lips in just the same way. Doug exhaled slowly, his fingers finally moving. You're thinking of trying dating again? he typed, then deleted it. Too eager. He tried again. I noticed you're open to whatever. That's... refreshing. He hit send before he could second-guess himself. The reply came faster than he expected. Open to whatever is putting it mildly. But yes, dating. Maybe. If the right person asks. Doug's pulse quickened. He could practically hear Jay's voice, low and rough, like gravel under boots. He typed back, Dinner? Tomorrow? and then added, Somewhere quiet. Jay's response was immediate. Perfect. There's a place on 9th. Small, dim lighting. Good wine. Doug's cock twitched in his jeans at the thought of that voice murmuring over a glass of red wine. He sent the address of the restaurant and the time, then leaned back in his chair, already imagining the way Jay's beard would brush against his clean-shaven jaw when they kissed. The restaurant was exactly as Jay had described it—small, intimate, with low lighting that cast shadows across the tables. Doug arrived early, his hands wrapped around a glass of water he didn't really want. He had dressed carefully, in dark jeans and a fitted black shirt that clung to his lean frame, the fabric just tight enough to hint at the definition beneath. He wanted Jay to look at him and see something worth touching. When Jay walked in, Doug's breath caught. The man was even more striking in person—tall, broad-shouldered, his silver hair catching the dim light. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto Doug immediately. Doug stood, his chair scraping slightly against the floor, and Jay's lips curved into a smile as he approached. "You're taller than I expected," Jay said, his voice a low rumble as he extended a hand. Doug took it, the grip firm and warm. "You're not." Jay's laugh was rich, deep. "Fair enough." He sat down, his movements fluid, confident. The waiter appeared, and Jay ordered a bottle of wine without glancing at the menu, his fingers tapping lightly against the table as he spoke. Doug watched those fingers, imagining them tracing down his chest, lower, wrapping around his cock. He shifted slightly in his seat, his jeans suddenly too tight. "So," Jay said, leaning back as the waiter poured the wine. "Tell me something about you that isn't on your profile." Doug swallowed, his throat dry. "I run. Marathons, usually." Jay's eyes flicked over him, appreciative. "Explains the body." Doug felt his face heat. "And you?" "I lift." Jay's hand moved to his glass, his bicep flexing slightly beneath the sleeve of his shirt. "And I'm good with my hands." Doug's cock throbbed at the innuendo, at the way Jay's gaze held his, unflinching. He took a sip of wine, the liquid burning slightly as it went down. "I bet you are." Jay's smile widened, and he reached across the table, his fingers brushing against Doug's wrist. "I think we're going to get along just fine." The conversation flowed easier after that, though Doug's skin remained warm everywhere Jay's eyes lingered. They talked about books, about travel, about the way the city had changed over the years. Jay's phone buzzed a few times, and each time he glanced at it, his fingers moving quickly over the screen as he responded. Doug tried not to let it bother him, but the third time it happened, his jaw tightened slightly. Jay noticed, of course. He set his phone down, his expression apologetic. "Work. I'm sorry." Doug waved a hand. "It's fine." Jay's fingers curled around his wrist again, his thumb rubbing lightly over Doug's pulse point. "It's not. But I promise, I'm here now." Doug's irritation melted under the touch, under the intensity of Jay's gaze. "Okay." Jay's smile returned, slow and deliberate. "Good boy." The words sent a shiver down Doug's spine, his cock hardening further. He wanted to be good for Jay. He wanted to be anything Jay wanted. The walk back to Jay's place was quiet, the night air cool against Doug's heated skin. They walked close, their shoulders brushing, and every so often, Jay's hand would graze against his, sending sparks through his body. When they reached Jay's building, Doug turned to face him, his heart pounding. Jay stepped into his space, his hand cupping Doug's jaw, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip. "You're beautiful," Jay murmured, his voice rough. Doug's lips parted slightly, his breath hitching as Jay's thumb pressed lightly against them. "I want—" "I know what you want," Jay interrupted, his voice low, commanding. He leaned in, his lips capturing Doug's in a kiss that was slow at first, then deepened, his tongue sliding against Doug's, tasting him. Doug moaned softly, his hands gripping Jay's hips, pulling him closer. Jay's hand slid down, his fingers digging into Doug's ass, squeezing hard enough to make him gasp. Jay pulled back slightly, his breath warm against Doug's lips. "I want to see you again." Doug's fingers flexed against Jay's hips, his body aching for more. "When?" "Soon." Jay's lips quirked, and he leaned in again. Doug's cock jerked, his body trembling slightly at the promise. "Yes, please." Jay chuckled, low and dark, and stepped back, his hand lingering on Doug's ass for a moment longer before he turned and walked into his building, leaving Doug standing there, his lips swollen and his cock painfully hard, already counting the hours until he could see Jay again.

I want to spend all day in a sauna with very old men breeding me. Only 65 and older. All body types, all looks, any cock size. Sucking them dry and just getting bred over and over and over by grandpa's. My hole flooded and dripping with hot, sticky old man sperm. Maybe it's time to quit prep and let grandpa get me pregnant and watch my fit, healthy body waste away and become like them. Let them destroy my health. My ultimate act of submission to these sexy old trolls. Lately all I wanna do is give myself to elderly men. I'm obsessed.

To all here, i will continie the story later but am a bit stuck right know with the plot. That s why the last chapter is indeed a bit long as bearffbrown mentioned. So don t worry i will continue with the story.

than cum inside of you. I love to feel cum all day long. This morning I woke up in a stranger’s bed this morning and my body was still tingling from the fucking i recieved from him last night, craving a depraved morning fuck to kick off the day before I headed home. The guy from last night’s hookup woke up to me stroking his cock, and I was still a bit wet from last night’s session. He didn’t speak, he just grabbed my hips, flipped me onto my stomach, and slamed into my hole making me moan, almost scream in pleasure. His thrusts were brutal, relentless, each one pounding deeper, while my hole clenched around him, making me beg for his cum. My ass jiggles with every slam,is hands bruising my thighs, and I’m moaning like a slut, loving the filthy thrill of being used first thing in the morning. He growls, “You’re my cumdump fuckhole” and I’m lost, my fucking mind at that point spinning with the depravity, craving his load to flood me. He pulled me up by my throat, arching my back, and fucked me harder. His cock was hitting so deep it hurt, but it was the kind of pain that makes my hole quiver & throb causing an intense prostate orgasm he flips me over, He unloaded inside me and filled my hole. As I lay there trembling with his cum dripped out of me. I couldn’t help but feel like a satisfied used whore.

Man 2 this one was very interesting. He was a straight married Cuban man with a 6 inch uncut cock. He came right over and got down to business noticing that my ass was so pretty wet he decided he wanted to taste my hole so of course I let him do that. He sucked out the cum and ass juices held it in his mouth and then came up for a very long, deep, passionate and wet kiss where we switch the fluids back between us. He forced his cock into my hole while we were kissing, however, he did a lot of poppers and could not maintain being hard for too long. He pulls out of me, lays on his back and tells me to suck his cock, I go right over and start sucking on his cock and his big fat balls and then he begins fucking my face two minutes later he says he’s about to shoot and he asked me to speed and start taking his cock deep. My mouth is a sloppy mess as I gag on his cock. He starts losing before he begins coming. I when it comes he fills my whole mouth. I continue sucking him until he’s too sensitive for me to touch any longer that I swallowed his big load. Reach out for a bit he gets clean up and he leaves.

The next part is up, guys. Again, it's a big part. I hope you all like the continuation of the story of Jake. Part 17 I fell asleep. A deep night, full of dreams, lust, and fulfilled feelings. A used feeling, a feeling of getting fucked so intense that my body cracked. A feeling that I'm transformed into a real slut, a slut I always have been. I can smell the aroma of sex, rough sex. A smell of sweat and a mix of cum. I turn myself around in the sheets. My ass hurts, but it does feel good. I feel some wet fluids running down my hole and leg. Slowly, I open my eyes. It's not a dream; it's me I am smelling. Sweaty, cummy sheets are covering my body. A smile on my face, from the memory of last night. Slowly, I stand up, my ass still hurting and my sphincter puffy. My ass and body are all sticky, but a hunger satisfied. Damn, how late is it? I have no idea. It looks dark still. But I see some light shining from my room. It is the panel; it is shining brightly. I walk up to the panel to see what's happening. When I get closer to it, I can see all the room numbers from the hall. With it are the matched daddies that I coupled with last night. I can see Leroy's room with his daddy, the daddy that took the cruel condom. I can see my room too, with my daddy and Felix. I click on it. Fuckkkk...!!!! there are some photos of me. Sucking them, taking their cocks, my cummy hole. There are just five of them. Nothing more… but it is enough to leave no imagination. Right under the photos, it says public. Fuckkkkk. It means they can see this all too? So Leroy... can see it too? He knows now I matched myself to the daddy he fucked with the first night, the daddy he wanted again... Fuck... he knows I took revenge... I think... I thinkkk. I actually did in some sort of way the same thing Leroy did to me with Mark. I guess that does not make me any better than him. I hope he understands. Would he? In the meantime, I click on Leroy's room. There are three photos of him. His hole close-up with his daddy's cock in him. A photo of him, bound and slapped in the face. His face looks real red and used, and one when he's lying on the bed. His sheets are covered in red fluids. I guess the cruel condom made him bleed and whored out... Damn, did I really do this? Did I make these calls? I am a bit disappointed in myself. As I start to walk to get some water, I feel my ass sting. My hole really hurts and is still very swollen. What can I do about it? In the corner of my eye, I can see the ice bucket. There is still some cum in it. It has begun to melt, but most of it is still frozen. I start to walk to it and grab it in my fingers. It feels wet, sticky, cold. Slowly, I start to play with it in my hand. Should I? It's a waste to spill their cum, isn't it? And they gave it to me... I already have some loads of them in me, so why not? And if it can prevent Mark from taking the credits for my hole and might possibly infect me, why not? Slowly but steadily, I bring the frozen cum to my hole. I put it against my swollen sphincter, and I push. It is like my hole is hungry; I just push it easily inside. It feels cold in me, sticky, melting, but it feels so good!!!! I feel my hole clench around it... Damn, I love Daddy and Felix for this. It feels so good and cold for my hole; what better medicine is there? I watch the clock. Oh... it's 3 at night, but I'm clearly awake... I take a shower and jump into my jockstrap and some shorts. It's hot, so I leave my shirt out. I guess I should take a night walk; maybe that will tire me out so I can go back to bed afterward. Slowly and silently, I open the door to my room to look into the hallway. No one is there, not even the help. Silently, I walk through the hallway, following the path until I'm outside. I feel the air touching my soft skin. I feel like some sort of newborn. I'm all alone here in the dark. Slowly, I set my path to the main pool. Maybe I should get a drink at the bar? While I walk, I am thinking in my own mind. Not really watching where I walk, just noticing small stuff. I got messed around and used by Daddy and Felix. Their watches showed they were poz. They are toxic... and I'm neg... as far as I know... I still took their loads. I loved it. I still crave them. But why??? Because I want it, because I love it, I want to give them something they are not anymore? Or does it all have to do with Mark? I really don't want to give him the honor. But did he poz me up? I know his watch lit up red. I'm still mad at him. But is that all? Or... do I really like the risky sex and crave it? It might be both... I can feel my hole itch again while I am thinking about all this. Should I just see what comes of it? Should I just have fun and fuck? Why not? It's already too late, I guess, for me. So let me take it then, I guess. My mind and body have mixed feelings about it all. But I still love it. I love to get fucked and to get loaded. I walk and walk. At some parts, I see some decorations. It looks like they are making the hotel ready for another theme day or night. I wonder what more the hotel staff has in mind for us. Slowly, I start to get closer to the main pool. Am I seeing this right? Or? No, it is... in the back, I can see some sort of red lights moving. It looks like it is staying in the same place, one swings from left to right, others are more stable. It looks like it is hip high, but what could it be? And in the middle of the night? As I slowly walk forward, it seems like I'm getting closer to it. I stop for a second and listen. I can hear slapping, groaning... Is it what I think it is? Is there someone having sex? Poz guys? It has to be... the red lights, are they coming from smart watches? It sounds like someone is taking it really good. Just like... I probably did... my heart races. Slowly, I walk forward again. Should they mind me passing, or watching, or... more? I feel my own cock swell a bit. I am getting harder, walking up there with just some shorts. My nipples are hardening from the air that's touching my skin and the horny feeling I am experiencing. Slowly, I walk to it; it's close to the pool. I can see shades of people, and they are not noticing me. I hear whimpers, groaning, laughing, and hard slapping. It has to be the balls and thighs slapping against someone's ass. My heart raced as i approach the shadows by the pool. The sound of wet, rhythmic slapping grows louder, and the scene that unfold before my eyes is one of pure lust. It's Kayode, bound to a table at the side of the pool. Strapped with his arms tight over the table, legs spread and completely naked. His cock is half-hard, swinging between his legs, cum dripping from his ass down his legs and onto his cock and balls. His ass is red and torn, his body looks bruised, his head hanging down, and with each thrust, his hair waves up and down and his body bounce against and over the table. The sounds of flesh slapping and muffled grunts are filling the air, with sometimes a moan from Kayode's throat. my eyes widened, taking in the sight of Kayode distressed face and the unmistakable evidence of the rough treatment he is receiving. I can see the pain on Kayode's face, mixed with something else—resignation or perhaps even a twisted form of pleasure. The men around the table are a blur of motion, their faces shadowed by the night. I can feel my cock swell in my shorts, a silent betrayal of my emotions. I bit my lip, my hand subconsciously moving to stroke my hardening shaft as I watched the relentless assault continue. Each time the top withdraws, I can see the shimmer of cum leaking from Kayode's abused hole, only to be plunged back in with a wet slap that sends tremors through the table. Inching closer, I smell the potent aroma of sweat and sex that clings to the air. The sight of Kayode's muscular ass being mercilessly fucked by the group of men captivates me. I can't help but feel a perverse attraction to the scene. My hand tightens around my cock, stroking it in time with the pounding rhythm of the men's hips. The moon casts a silvery light across the pool's surface, reflecting the anguished expressions on the faces of Kayode and his tops, highlighting every bead of sweat and drop of cum. My eyes trace the contours of Kayode's body, from the broad shoulders to the tight, round cheeks that are being so roughly used. The sounds grow louder, the men's grunts and slaps against flesh echoing in his ears like a siren's call. "Here it comes, slut, here it comes," he growls. "Another punishing toxic load, you slut." He smashes his body hard against Kayode's ass, his cock piercing deep inside him. Pulsing, moaning... fuck... fuckkk... dammmmm... you slut... I hear him groan. He just shot a load in Kayode. Photo of the group of men Fucking Kayode. Dont miss the guy with the yellow swimming shorts. As the group of men notices my approach, their grins grow wider, the glint in their eyes sharper. One of them, the guy who just came into Kayode, withdraws his cock; a veiny, thick cock is glistening from its withdrawal, covered in cum and red ass fluids. He steps forward to me with a smile on his face. "Looks like you want a taste, don't you, boy?" while he slaps Kayode's ass. We are almost done with him, just two more, then you can have his hole. The guy walks to Kayode's face. "Lick it clean, slut," he commands, while giving him an encouraging slap on the face. I can see the pain and tiredness in Kayode's face when he slowly opens his mouth. He has no choice; this is still his punishment for breaking the rules in the roulette game. The guy slides his veiny, thick, glistening cock into his mouth. "That's it, boy, clean it...." I see Kayode shiver, disgusted by what he is tasting. Smelling and tasting the guy's cum, his own ass, his ass fluids, his torn bloody hole, and all the cum he took before. It has to be hundreds of loads, old ones from the beginning of the evening and fresh ones, all mixed up in this hole and now tasting it in his mouth. But he cleans that cock like it is his job to do so. My own cock starts to swell more, looking at it. But I can also feel the pain of Kayode. I look at his ass. It's ripped open, bloody, cummy; I can see big plops of cum in his open hole and running out of him. His sphincter is ripped. I can clearly see where the muscles are torn from each other, from all the fucks he took. Kayode's ass will never be able to close anymore; he will never be tight again. I guess... I guess... his ass will leak for his whole life. As I watch the tops, my mind twists. They look rough, like dirty bad boys. And looking at Kayode, how they use him, they are. They have to be somewhere in their 30s or 35. Maybe young daddies? A group of friends, partying here, freaking guys, spreading their seed. They might have just come out of one of their matched rooms from the daddy event. They fucked a guy relentlessly before they left their matched rooms. They might have found Kayode here on their way back and decided to fuck as a group. A shiver runs down my spine with this thought. The next guy approaches Kayode's ass-a guy in yellow swim shorts. He looks smooth and wears a small necklace. On his face, he has a small beard, which gives him a bad-boy look. He slaps Kayode's ass. Damn, that's an open hole... and he starts to grin. The red screen of his smartwatch shines on Kayode's cum leaking butt. Within a second, he drops his shorts and a hard, unshaven cock becomes visible. His cock is average, covered in veins, pulsing with every heartbeat of the guy. Right on the top of his cock, he has a piercing and on his shaft. "I am going to fuck that hole real nice and rip it even more," he laughs, while he puts the cock's head against the open, sloppy hole of Kayode. I can see Kayode react to the cold metal piercing. Then the guy just pushes it in; he does it real fast. He isn't worried about Kayode; he does not ask him if he is ready, and he definitely does not let Kayode get used to it. He just slams it in. His hips slap against Kayode's ass. The sound of the slap echoes over the swimming pool and against the hotel walls and forest. With that, I can hear a clear "yep" from Kayode. I see him stare at me, tears running down his face. He is in pain. His hole is taking another cock, tearing him even further in his already torn-up hole. I'm standing there, watching the scene unfolding before my eyes. Watching the guys slap deep and hard into Kayode's hole, ripping him open. Clearly roughing up his hole and making him bleed again. Kayode is watching me, tears in his eyes. "Please stop," he begs silently. "Please... I can't take it... my hole... my hole. It hurts. Please..." Kayode is begging silently. He's just exhausted, and his hole is in pain. The guy does not look up; he just keeps ramming his cock into his hole. "Fuck, you're open-too open," he laughs. "It's hard to feel that hole of yours around my cock," he shouts to Kayode. I'm in shock, and I'm not sure what to do now. Somehow I have to give Kayode some relief, he clearly needs it. I need to help Kayode... but how... and what will it cost me? I look to the top. How can I stop him, how? The top shouts again, "Fuck, your hole is so open.... it is so sloppy. It's almost impossible to feel your hole on my cock. Damn, I can only feel the loads inside you, you slut." While I hear Kayode hiss in pain, I react instinctively. With trembling hands, i undo my pants "Is he too loose for you, mate? That cock needs a proper ass that pleases it." In an instant, I drop my shorts, showing him my ass. With that, I think... "Fuck, did I just do this?" I can see the guy smile. "Mmmm, that ass of yours might be better indeed. Bend over, boy." I see him pulling his cock out of Kayode's ass. A big plop of cum comes running out with it. His veiny cock, covered in thick, slimy cum, is all from Kayode's ass. It has to be cum from all the fucks he took before-a mix of cum... from how many guys... who knows. He walks up to me and pushes me to bend over on the same table where Kayode lies. Our faces meet, eye to eye with Kayode. Kayode watched with a mix of shock and relief, "I'm sorry," I hear him whisper to me while I feel cold metal touching my sphincter. Kayode's eyes widened, a silent plea for mercy, but I only nod in reassurance. I feel the guy's cock against my sphincter, slowly building up the pressure. Here it comes, he shouts. I feel a sharp pain that seems to rip through me like a hot knife. I clench my fists, biting back a scream as the stranger's cock stretches me open, a burning sensation of the piercing tearing through me, roughing up the walls of my hole. The cum from Kayode's ass coated the guy's cock and piercing, making the entry slicker, but no less painful. My own cock, which had been semi-erect from the arousal of the situation, now grows rock hard as the man's rough hands grip my hips, holding me in place. I can feel the cold metal of the piercing digging in, ripping my hole open, a constant reminder of the foreign object that is now claiming my body. Each time the man pulls out, a string of cum and sweat clings to the piercing, only to be pushed back in with the next powerful thrust. My ass is in a maelstrom of sensation. The pierced cock thrusts into me with a ferocity that is both terrifying and exhilarating. I feel myself being split open, the metal piercing sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through my body with every thrust. Each time the man's thighs smack against me, the piercing digs deeper, the sensation almost too much to bear. Yet, amidst the agony, there is an undeniable thrill-a sense of belonging, of being claimed in the most primal of ways. I moan loudly, my body shaking with each powerful thrust from the pierced man behind me. My own cock bobs with the rhythm, smearing pre-cum on the table below. Despite the pain, I feel a strange sense of pride-a fierce determination not to let Kayode down, not to show weakness in front of the crowd of men who had used him so brutally. As the pierced man continues to pound into me with unbridled passion, I hear the sound of heavy footsteps echo. A new figure emerges from the shadows, a grin spreading across his face as he takes in the scene before him. "Looks like the party's still going," he says out loud. Dave just in time to join, the pierced guy says to him, while he thrusts his cock deep into me. His voice is a low, gruff rumble. The guy, called Dave, is only wearing some shorts. He has some chest hair, a bit of a sunburn, tattoos on his arms, short dark hair, and a small unshaven beard. He looks like a bad boy, a thug, a real jerk. photo of Dave I watch him while he is coming closer. I guess... he just came from the daddy event and fucked a guy there. His eyes lock onto me, me bent over and getting fucked by his friend. His cock is clearly half-hard in his shorts, from the sounds of skin slapping against skin. He steps up to the table while his hand reaches out to touch the bruised and abused skin of Kayode. Kayode's eyes grow wider; he thought that he had a break but is clearly unsure now. Instead of pity, there is a glint of excitement in Dave's eyes as he runs his fingers over the gaping, cum-filled hole before him. Kayode's eyes widen in disbelief as Dave approaches, "You thought you were done, didn't you?" Dave says, his voice a low, seductive purr that sends a shiver down Kayode's spine. "But the night's still young, and there's so much more I want to do to that pretty ass of yours." He reaches out and runs his thumb over the leaking sphincter, smearing the cum that coats it, eliciting a whimper from the bound man. Dave's shorts hang low on his hips, the waistband digging into the ample flesh of his thighs, and as he stands before Kayode, his cock strains against the fabric. It's a monstrous thing, thick and veiny, with a wicked curve that promises pain as much as pleasure. His hands are rough, his nails bitten down to the quick, and there's a glint of mischief in his eye that says he knows exactly what he's doing. Without a word, Dave reaches down and rips the shorts off, revealing his massive, throbbing erection. The head of his cock is a dark, angry red, and the veins pulse with the promise of an intense release. He steps closer to the table, the tip of his cock grazing against the side of Kayode's cheek, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum. Kayode looks at me, our gaze locked on each other, silently begging for reassurance from me. I am lying next to him, my body bouncing with each thrust the pierced guy makes. My mind lost in pain and pleasure, doing a job I need to do, giving up my hole. I nod slightly to Kayode. The gesture is seen by Dave, who seems to take it as all the encouragement he needs as he lines his cock up with Kayode's gaping, cum-leaking ass. With a sadistic grin, Dave presses forward. His thick, mushroom-shaped cock head breaches the already abused and ripped sphincter with ease. A strangled scream is torn from Kayode's throat as a new cock fills him up, fucking him deeper than the pierced cock had. I can see the pain on Kayode's face, but it's not unwelcome. It looks like he craves the rough, painful touch that these men give him, and Dave is more than happy to oblige. A tear runs down his eye, but with a small smile on his face. my gaze gets atracted to Dave's smartwatch, wile it lights up red. He is Poz.... he is poz to.... fucking Kayode. Dave's strokes are deep and brutal, his hips slamming into the table with enough force to shake the entire structure. His hands grip Kayode's waist, holding him in place as he uses him like the fuck toy he has become. Each thrust sends a jolt of pain through Kayode's body, but it's a pain that's become almost sweet in its intensity. We are both getting fucked next to each other, both with smiles on our faces and both clearly in some pain. As Dave starts to pick up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the air, punctuated by the wet, squelching noises of his cock plunging into Kayode's abused hole. The men around us murmur and groan, their own lust stoked by the sight of two beautiful bodies being used so mercilessly. My eyes never leave Kayode's as I take the relentless pounding from the pierced man behind me. Each thrust sends waves of pain crashing into me, but I can see a strange, almost masochistic ecstasy in my friend's gaze. It's a look that tells me that despite our situation, there's a perverse beauty in the connection we share-a bond forged through the fires of pain and pleasure. The pierced man's trust grows more vigorous, his breath coming in ragged gasps. It sounds like he is nearing his climax. I can feel the man's cock swell within me, the piercing pushing against my tender walls. Ripping and tearing as it stretches him to the brink. The pain is intense, like a hot knife ripping through my insides. It has to be his piercing doing this. I clench my teeth and take it all, my own cock bobbing in time with the rhythm of the fucking, precum leaking from the tip. With a roar, the man slams into me one last time, his piercing tearing through my insides, bruising and ripping me open. A final, brutal thrust. I can feel the man's hot seed flooding my insides, the sensation so foreign and overwhelming that I can't help but cry out, my body spasming around his cock. The men around them cheer and shout, urging on the display of raw sex before them. I moan loudly together with the pierced man. I feel his warm cum shooting deep inside me, his cock pulsing and his metal piercing deep in me. We stay like this for a minute, his cock slowly getting softer and his cum finding a path to drip out of my hole. Then he pulls out; I can feel the emptiness that follows, a stark contrast to the fullness that had so recently consumed me. My ass feels raw, bruised, and utterly claimed. Yet, as I feel the man's cum dribble out of me, mixed with the cum from Kaode's ass that he used as lube, there's a part of me that's eager for more. The pain has become a strange sort of comfort, a reminder that I am alive and feeling. Dave's gaze flicks from the glistening mess of cum that spills out of Kayode's ass to my tight, smooth ass, where only a drip of cum is running down-a completely different view compared to Kayode. He licks his lips before he even starts to move. Dave notices that the pierced man is finished with me and that the whole group has just left us alone. He roughly pulls his cock out of the exhausted Kayode, his cock glistening with a mixture of cum and sweat. The sound of his cock slipping out of the torn sphincter is wet and obscene, making my stomach clench in a mix of fear and anticipation. Dave crosses the small space between Kayode and me, his cock bobbing with excitement. He doesn't bother with any pretense of gentleness as he shoves his hand into the warm, sticky, cum-filled hole of Kayode's, his hand turning and pushing in Kayode's hole. Kayode's sphincter all wrecked, so he can't resist and can only endure. Dave pulls out a fistful of cum after a few seconds and smears it onto his own cock. The action is so primal, so utterly depraved, that it sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. His cock all lubed with cum from other men, cum dripping down onto his now wet, cummy, glistening cock. The cum uses the veins on his cock like a highway, running down to the head of his cock where a big cum drop is forming-a drop of mixed cum from all the men that fucked Kayode. I know what's coming next, and despite the pain I have already taken, I can't help but want it. With a grin that's all teeth, Dave leans in and starts to whisper in my ear, "Your turn to fuck him," his hot breath a stark contrast to the cool night air. He gives me a little push, and I stumble forward, my own cock now standing at attention. I look to Kayode, who nods weakly, his eyes glazed over but a spark of life still burning within them. My hand trembles as I reach down to touch my friend's bruised, used body. I have never felt so conflicted-a strange mix of disgust and desire swirling in my gut. But as my hand wraps around my cock and I line it up with Kayode's ravaged ass, I know there's no going back. I slide my cock into Kayode's hole with surprising ease, the cum in his hole acting as a lubricant. I gasp at the feeling of my cock being enveloped by Kayode's warmth. Dave watches with a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's it," he purrs, "now I want you to fuck him while I fuck you." The words send a thrill of terror through me, but I feel my body respond, eager to obey the command. I start to thrust slowly into Kayode, each movement sending waves of agony and ecstasy through both of us, our bodies joined in a dance of pain and submission. I'm fucking my friend Kayode... for the first time.... I feel cum floating in his ass, while my cock pushes in and out slowly. It is coating against his walls and my cock, dripping out of his hole each time I go deeper inside him. Cum drips over my shaft down my balls. I'm trying to be gentle, so I don't hurt him. Kayode has had so many cocks now; he is so roughened up. My cock slides in and out of the destroyed hole; the feeling of power and dominance is overwhelming me. I can't believe I am doing this. It feels so wrong that it's almost right. Meanwhile, Dave steps up behind me, his massive cock still slick with cum from Kayode's ass. He presses it against my quivering hole, and with a firm hand on the back of my neck, he guides me back onto his shaft. I can feel his wet, sticky, cum-covered cock against my sphincter. So wet and cum-covered, using it like he is extremely lubed up. My sphincter just can't resist. He presses hard, and his cock slides into me. Fuckkkkk..... dammmmmmm. Auchhhhh. He presses deep. The cum on his cock, lubing and coating the walls of my hole inside me. He is massive. His cock is so thick and huge that I shiver. He is pushing against my prostate, pressing on, so it passes further, deep against my second hole, but also ripping that open. I moan loud..... fuckkkkk. And he slides even deeper. The head of his cock pushes deep beyond my second hole, till his balls touch my ass. He is in. I'm all filled up; I feel stretched, I feel pain, I feel cum inside me. The sensation of being filled from both ends is unlike anything I have ever experienced. The pain and pleasure are indistinguishable as Dave's cock stretches me open while I fuck my friend Kayode. I can feel the heat of Dave's body, the slap of flesh as we move together. Dave's grip tightens on my neck, forcing me to arch my back and push deeper into Kayode. Dave's breath is hot and ragged in my ear, his words a stream of filthy encouragement that only serve to drive my own desperation higher. "Fuck him," Dave growls, his hips bucking as he starts to thrust into me with a rhythm that matches my movements. "Make him feel it, make him scream," he growls again. My ass clenches around Dave's thick cock as I obey, my own cock pumping in and out of Kayode's ravaged hole with a fervor that surprises me. The pain is intense, but it's a pain that I now crave, a pain that fuels my own climax. With each powerful thrust, I feel myself getting closer, the tension in my body coiling tighter and tighter. Dave's hands are everywhere-one hand gripping the back of my neck, keeping me in place, the other hand smacking my ass, leaving a red handprint. His cock is like a knife, driving into me without mercy, the head of it brushing against my prostate with every stroke, while he pushes it deep inside of me beyond my second hole. My eyes roll back in my head, a silent scream of agony and pleasure tearing from my throat as I'm sandwiched between the two men. Kayode's body shakes with each thrust, his muscles spasming from the abuse he's taken. Yet, as he feels my cock pounding in him, something changes. There's a spark of life that returns to his eyes, a hunger that wasn't there before. He starts to push back into me, meeting my thrusts with a desperation that seems to fuel the fire burning within him. I can feel the pressure building in my own balls, the pain from Dave's monstrous cock only serving to heighten the pleasure of fucking my friend. I can't believe I am doing this, that I am becoming a willing participant in this depraved act. But as I watch the pleasure-pain play out across Kayode's face, I know this is what all three of us crave now in this moment. Dave's grip on my neck tightens, his other hand coming around to grip my hip, pulling me back onto his cock with bruising force. "You like that, don't you?" he snarls, his breath hot against my ear. "You like being the little slut in the middle of this train?" I can't form words, but my moaning is all the answer Dave needs. The thickness of Dave's cock stretches my hole to its limits, the pain so intense that it borders on unbearable. Yet, with each brutal thrust, I feel my own cock getting harder, sliding in and out of Kayode's wrecked ass with a wet, slapping sound. My mind is a whirlwind of lust and pain. Dave's grip on my hips is like iron, holding me in place as he thrusts into me without mercy. Each time he pulls out, I can feel my insides clench around the thick shaft, desperate to keep it inside. When Dave slams back in, it's as if my entire body is being torn apart, the pain so sharp it makes me see stars. My ass is a battlefield, a place where Dave's mighty force meets me and crashes into me, leaving me feeling utterly used and destroyed. Fuckkk…… Fuckkkk…… Dammmm…… ohhhhhhh… ahhhhhhhhhh…. Fuckkk….. I keep moaning. The head of Dave's cock hits the bruised and swollen walls of my insides, causing me to cry out with every thrust. The pain is exquisite, a symphony of agony that resonates throughout my entire being. Yet, it's not just pain-there's a dark, twisted pleasure that accompanies it, a sense of being claimed so completely by this monstrous cock. My ass is ripped apart, my insides feel like a crime scene where Dave's big cock is destroying me. I can feel my own cock, still hard and pulsing with each thrust, sliding in and out of Kayode's used hole. I am fucking Kayode with a ferocity that matches the relentless pounding I am receiving from behind. Kayode's eyes are half-lidded, his body trembling as he feels my cock crashing in and out of his hole with each powerful thrust of Dave. His torn sphincter clenches around my cock, desperately trying to keep me inside him while I'm getting fucked hard myself. Despite the pain, Kayode's own cock is hard, leaking a steady stream of precum that pools on the table beneath him. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the air, a symphony of raw, animalistic lust that seems to echo off the concrete hotel walls. Kayode is moaning out loud now. His body, too, is a testament to the brutal pleasure we are all sharing. His cock is rock-hard, the head a dark red from being denied release for so long. His eyes are locked on me; the unspoken communication between us is a silent symphony of pain and desire. He clearly feels the beginnings of his own orgasm, his prostate swollen and begging for relief. I can feel it with every thrust my cock pushes into his hole. Dave's grip on me tightens, his thrusts growing more erratic. I can feel his cock swell inside me, the pressure building as Dave seems to hold back his climax. The pain is so intense that I can't tell if I am about to cum or pass out, my hole roughly fucked and torn. I feel wounds in my ass being roughly ripped apart, as if he's going to poke through the walls of my ass at any moment. The pain is almost unbearable, but I want his cock deep inside me. Dave's breath is hot and ragged in my ear, his voice a guttural growl. "You're going to cum for me," he commands, his words a declaration of ownership. "You're going to fill his ass up with your hot, sweet cum." The very idea of it sends a jolt of excitement through me, my cock jerking inside Kayode's stretched hole. Our movements become a frenzy of passion and pain as we all race toward climax. The table beneath us shakes, threatening to give way under the force of our depraved union. My strokes become more erratic, my breathing shallow and desperate as I feel the inevitable building deep within me. Dave's grunts grow louder, his hips pistoning into me with a fervor that speaks of his own approaching release. His hand snakes around my waist, finding my balls and giving them a rough squeeze. "Do it," he hisses, "cum for me, cum in him." And with those words, I feel my cock burst within him, my seed spurting a thick rope of cum into the depths of Kayode's ass, filling him up and painting his insides with my hot, sticky essence. Kayode's eyes go wide as he feels the warmth of my cum inside him, his own orgasm following close behind. His body jerks and convulses, his cock spurting cum across the table, his hole tightening around my shaft as if trying to draw out every last drop. The sensation of being filled and bred by me, his friend, is overwhelming. Kayode lets out a scream that's part pleasure, part pain, and all raw need. My body goes slack as I empty myself into Kayode, my eyes rolling back in my head. The feeling of my cock pulsing inside my friend's ass, the tightness that's been with me for so long finally giving way to release, feels so good. I am lost in the moment, the pain of my own ass being ravaged by Dave's thick cock momentarily forgotten. But the reprieve is short-lived as Dave's grunts become louder, more insistent. I feel the man's cock swell even further, his shaft grinding over my prostate with a pressure that's almost too much to bear. His cock thrusts so deep in me, so big and thick. And then, with a roar that seems to shake the very foundations of the hotel, Dave cums, his hot seed filling my ass with a force that makes me scream. The thick, sticky cum spurts deep inside me, coating my raw, torn tissue within me. The sensation of being claimed so completely by this brutal, primal force sends me spiraling over the edge, a second orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I am having an anal orgasm, just after I came in Kayode's hole. I feel my body spasm around Dave's cock, my muscles clenching and releasing in a desperate bid to milk every last drop from the man's swollen balls. Dave's grip relaxes, and he lets out a sigh of satisfaction as he pulls out, his cum dribbling from my abused hole, mixed with my red ass fluids. My legs give out, and I collapse onto Kayode. My breathing is raw, hard panting. David's seed leaks out of me, mingling with the cum that already coats my thighs. Kayode watches through half-closed eyes as Dave steps back, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his own orgasm. David's chest heaves with exertion, a smug smile playing on his lips as he looks down at the two of us. He reaches down and runs a thumb through the mess on the table, over Kayode's hole, to mine, bringing the cum that's leaking from us and pressing it all inside of me. I can feel his sticky thumb pushing into me, massaging all the mixed cum from more than a hundred men inside my hole. He laughs. The air is silent except for the harsh breathing of us three, thick with the scent of sex and the coppery tang of blood. My ass feels like it's on fire; the piercing has left several small tears that now burn with the residue of Dave's climax. A sticky, uncomfortable reminder of the brutal fucking I've just endured. Dave steps back, grabbing my underwear that's lying on the ground and wipes his cock clean on it, making my underwear sticky and full of cum. "You two make a fine pair of cum dumpsters," he sneers, his voice thick with disdain. "You're both so eager to be filled up, aren't you?" He laughs, a cruel, mocking sound that echoes off the hotel walls and palm trees. Kayode and I lay there, panting and trembling, our bodies a mess of cum and sweat. We can't even find the energy to protest as Dave says his goodbye, his words a parting shot that stings like a slap. "You know you'll both be bent over soon again," he adds with a wink, as if the thought of them being fucked is the most delicious secret he could share. Our eyes follow him as he walks away, the sound of his steps on the concrete a fading echo in the dark. We are left alone, our asses still quivering from the relentless assault. Kayode's voice is barely a whisper when he finally speaks. "Jake... please... you need to get back to your hotel room and rest before... before others pass by." His words are slurred, his mouth dry from the exertion. I nod, my own eyes glazed with the pain and pleasure that still resonates through my body. Slowly, I pull my cock back out of Kayode's hole, taking some loads of cum with me, with a plop, dripping down his ass onto the table. Kayode pushes himself up a bit with all the power he has left, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss on my mouth. "Thank you," he murmurs, the words thick with emotion. Kayode's own voice is barely above a whisper as he speaks. "Thank you for being here, Jake, really. For... for sharing this with me... for being my friend. For... for everything." The words are a stark contrast to the brutal scene that has just unfolded. "Now go," he whispers again. "Leave me; I deserve this punishment. Go..." while he falls back onto the table, his arms still chained to it. I can feel a tear running down my eye and cheek as I watch him. I turn around, grabbing my sticky, cummy underwear as I pull it on, feeling Dave's cum on my ass, cock, and balls. Whit my shorts in my hand, I walk off into the darkness, not looking back. Just leaving him there. ready for another predator that takes his ass. I run back to my hotel room, and crash into my bed. My ass still leaking in my sticky underwear. I feel fulfilled, used, tired and sorry for Kayode as I fall into a deep sleep.

Epiphany “Hey Bob. That was so fucking hot! Put your cock through the hole - I want to lick the cum off your piss hole,” I said. There was a string of cum still hanging off Bob’s cock. He gave me a dubious look and stepped up to the hole and I eagerly took his fat, flaccid cock into my mouth and scrubbed it with my tongue. Then I said, “Turn around. I want to see your asshole.” He gave me his infamous evil grin and turned around and I reached through the hole and stuck a finger up his ass which he wasn’t expecting, and he moaned. Then I put my finger in my mouth and savored the hot cum that the black dude left in Bob. “Dave, you’ve become quite a pig. I hadn’t realized.” He put his ass firm against the gloryhole. I sniffed it and it smelled like cum and sweat. I put my face in to the gloryhole and his cheeks folded over my face. I started rimming Bob and he spread his cheeks wide as I started lapping the cum up that was leaking from his hole. The smell was intoxicating, and it still makes me hard to think about it today. Looking back on this, it was a piggy thing that was totally out of character for me, but I was high on sex, and Bob helped unleash it. I embraced it. Bob was pushing back against the wall trying to feed me more of his ass and my face was deep in his ass cheeks. I unbuckled my jeans and as I dropped them the belt buckle made a noisy clang on the floor of the booth. He stayed still against the gloryhole knowing what I was going to do before I did. I stood up and put my mushroom head up to his asshole and easily pushed in. His asshole was wet and warm and pretty loose for a “100% top man”. There were some handles in the booth for getting a good grip, which came in handy because I was pounding Bob hard and he was making a lot of noise. Through all the racket, I could hear him huffing on his poppers. After about ten minutes of all-out fucking, I grunted and held my hips hard against the wall as I shot about eight ropes of cum into my roommate. I told Bob to clean off my cock and he turned around and licked my cock clean. Then, he backed up to the gloryhole and I ate all the cum from him. He put his face to the gloryhole and we kissed through it, snowballing a salty, gooey, sexy kiss. He licked up all the sex fluids that lingered on my face after felching him. “I’ve had enough of this place, Dave, he said. “Let’s go then,” I replied. We exited the booths and there were several men gathered around, and we shuffled past them. I was a bit embarrassed because we stank of ass and cum. But I doubt Bob was. He later told me that this wasn’t his first time at the rodeo. “Why did you tell me you only topped guys, Bob?” I asked. “It’s probably a hang-up. You know, an Italian, macho bullshit thing,” he replied. “Bob, we’re buddies and you can be what you want to be around me. I don’t think any less of you because you like to get fucked. It actually makes me even hornier for you. And it’s just between you and me.” Thanks man, he said. He had his afternoon class, but when he got back to the apartment after his class, we fucked each other and fell asleep until we heard the apartment door close when Dan got in from class.

Glory Be Life at the apartment went on as it always had, except Dan was getting fucked by me multiple times a week and probably the same by Bob. I say “probably” because the three of us never had a three-way, and I’m only guessing that Bob was fucking him because of the times I arrived home hearing Dan getting railed by Bob in one of their bedrooms. The only one of us who ever used condoms was Bob, because he was still having sex with at least a couple of women and he didn’t want to fuck up his life by getting one of them pregnant and having one of them use it to force him into some kind of arrangement. It's not like we could get pregnant and the full weight of the simmering epidemic wasn’t something I thought of ever. But that was not a problem for us because I was exclusively sexually gay only with Bob and Dan, and I assumed that they were only sexually gay with me, even though Bob seemed to have sex with more than his share of women. One day, I was running an errand off-campus on a fringe part of downtown. I thought I saw Bob ahead of me and I shouted for him, but he was too far away to hear me with the street traffic. Then I saw him walk into a store front I had not seen before, “The Aurora Book and Video Store”. I was nosy, so I walked in to check it out. I was shocked because I didn’t know this kind of shop existed. Along one wall were all kinds of porn magazines and books. Gay, straight and anything you could imagine. They also sold VHS tapes of porn movies as well as dildos and other sex toys that seemed very expensive to me. There were other men in the shop. I noticed that some of them were wandering through a curtained doorway, which made me curious. I followed one of them in. It was a dark hallway with doors on either side, and I could hear both women and men making sex noises. What the fuck! I opened one of the doors and looked inside, then entered. There was a small TV screen showing a porn video with a small stool against the wall and a small sliding bolt to keep the door closed. There was a machine where you could feed in coins to keep the porno running. Then I head someone say, “Hey, psst!” I jumped in shock and a bit of horror, and I noticed a hole in the wall and some white dude running his finger along it. What the fuck? I responded, “Hey? What’s up?” The voice said, “Come here. I want to suck your cock.” I faced the hole in the wall and the arm reached through and unzipped my jeans and undid the button. I dropped my jeans, and his hand caressed my cock and nuts through my underwear which made me get hard. He put his mouth up to the hole and hung his tongue out and I dropped my underwear and put my cock on his tongue. My hips were right up to the wall as he took my rock-hard cock into his mouth and started to give me the best blow job I ever had so far. I didn’t even know what the guy looked like. After about five minutes, I started breathing like I was going to cum and he grabbed my hairy nuts and pulled them hard, which hurt a little and made me ease off on nutting. Finally about five minutes later, he let go of my balls and I immediately unloaded them into his mouth. He kept licking my cock head until I was oversensitive and I pulled it back. I was recovering from nutting when I heard the door close on the other side. The cocksucker was gone. I decided to check out another booth where it sounded like a guy was getting fucked. This booth was completely dark because the video had run out of coins. I looked through the hole and I saw my roommate Bob in the next booth, completely nude with his ass up against a hole on the opposite side of the booth. An enormously thick black cock was pounding Bob's ass. Bob’s cock was hard as a rock and swinging up and down with the rhythm of his fucker. Bob was bracing himself against the wall where my booth was, but he had not yet noticed the hole I was looking through. I was instantly hard again and I knew I wanted to eventually fuck Bob. Bob told me when we first started fucking that he only topped – he didn’t get fucked, so I was surprised. I didn’t know how Bob was able to take such a thick pole up his hole, but he was enjoying it because he shot his load without ever touching his cock just as the other guy was cumming in him. Once Bob came down from his sex high, he noticed me looking through the hole at him. He exclaimed, “What the fuck, Dave.”

BOB Clearly, Dan prepared himself before I fucked him. It was not random thing that just happened naturally. I was glad he did it because I would never have been brave enough to initiate it. As the academic term intensified, my life became busier: class, gym or run, part-time job, study, and sleep. For a few days, my roommates and I were never home at the same time. However, I caught news of one of Bob’s exploits. Liz, one of my friends who also knew Bob, told me that Bob’s girlfriend found out that he was fucking at least one other woman and she had a shit fit and made a scene at a party. Bob was known to be a bit of a pussy hound. A day or two later when I finally saw Bob at the apartment, he was still in a sad mood, and he told me all about the breakup. I gave him my sympathy and a little ribbing about him thinking with his little head too much. “I know,” he said, “but it’s just how I am.” On Friday evening, some friends invited me to go to a bar with them. Even though it had been a long week and I was tired, I went along but only for a couple of beers. The bar was hopping but I was exhausted and by 10 pm, I was over it, so I walked back to the apartment. As soon as I walked into apartment I could hear someone having sex. I tiptoed toward my room to avoid awkwardly interrupting whichever guy was getting his nut. I had to walk past Bob’s dimly lit room, and the door was open. I couldn’t help but to glance in as I passed the door, and I saw Bob lying on his back, and Dan was straddling him and riding his big fat cock with his back toward me. Bob saw me and gave me an evil grin as he cupped Dan’s butt cheeks in both hands. I continued to my room and quietly closed my door, noting that Bob was indeed an otter and he was hung. I could still hear Bob’s bed springs squeaking, and this went on for another 10 minutes, then I heard someone (probably Bob) loudly cumming. Then everything got quiet. I didn’t know what to think. I was starting to realize I was more gay than bi, I knew Dan was at least bi, but I had never thought of Bob as being anything more than 100% straight. It dawned on me when I got into bed that my cock had been hard since I walked into the apartment, so I jacked off and shot a load all over my chest thinking about my two studly roomies fucking in the next room. The next morning, Dan was gone because he had to be at his part time job by 9 am. Bob was having some cereal as I said good morning. “What have you got going today?” asked Bob. I told him I was free until a 2:00 project meeting in the library. I looked outside and said that it was a beautiful autumn day for a run. Bob asked if he could tag along and I said of course. Bob quickly changed into his running shoes, a plain T and sweat pants and I did the same. This is how Bob looked at age 21 when we went for our first run together. I knew some beautifully wooded trails that were away from traffic, and we jogged over there. “You know that Dan told me you and he are fucking around a bit,” Bob stated. I quickly recovered from being outed. “Oh, he did, did he?” I replied. “Yeah. He and I have been playing around since we were roommates in the dorm during freshman year. I love to fuck him. He told me he enjoyed you giving him your bone and he tried to get you pregnant too. He said he popped your cherry,” Bob laughed. I asked Bob if he ever got fucked and he told me he was a top only. “Damn, it’s getting hot,” as he peeled his shirt off. “I’m familiar with this area and I know a cool trail. Follow me,” he said. I followed him deeper into the woods and after five minutes he stopped. “I need you to suck my cock now,” he said as he looked into my eyes and pushed my left shoulder down. I licked his nipples and then down his treasure trail. Now on my knees, I pulled down his sweatpants and his cock was tenting his white high school Bike jockstrap. I released his cock from its prison, and I gasped at the size. It was not circumcised. I’d never seen a white guy with an uncut cock. I licked the head and lapped up some pre-cum that had pooled where his head barely poked out of the soft skin hood – it was delicious. Bob was about 7 inches hard, but the girth was considerable. I tried to take the shaft down my throat, but my throat was slamming shut by reflex. The Bob held the same little brown bottle Dan used on me under my nostril and commanded me to huff, and then he repeated. He gently fucked his cock into my mouth until my nose was against his black pubes. Then he picked up the pace. My hands clasped his muscular glutes. Without any warning, Bob forced his cock down my throat and held my head there as he shot load after load into me. I couldn’t breathe and started to panic, but he was finished and released his grip. I gasped for air as I realized that none of his cum had lingered in my mouth and his sperm was all now in my stomach. “You have plenty of time before your group meeting later. Let’s go back to the apartment and get cleaned up. I want to test drive that hot ass,” he chuckled. “Race ya!” and I tore off back up the trail.

After our hookup (although I don’t think we referred to it with that word at the time), I had a flood of different thoughts that I considered the following weeks. I realized that I was physically attracted to Dan, but I didn’t feel any emotional attachment to him like I had with some of the girls I dated. But I had enjoyed it. Hell, I fucking loved it. Whenever I thought about it, I got hard as steel. Maybe I was just horny and needed to get off? No, that wasn’t quite it. Also, Dan and I didn’t talk about it, but I don’t think we acted weirdly when we were around each other, thankfully. So, life went on for the next week like nothing happened. Then the following Saturday night, I went to one of the local college bars with some buddies, but one of my friends got wasted doing jagerbombs, so I made sure he got home in one piece, but it was only 11 pm. I decided to go back to the apartment, and I could see from the street that lights were on inside. I unlocked the door, but no one was around, so I turned on the TV. Bob was staying at a new girl’s place this weekend (without his current girlfriend knowing about it). About 15 minutes later, Dan walked in the door with a 6-pack and a small brown bag which he threw to me. “Hey, what’s up?” I said as I caught the bag and looked inside. “I bought you something and I want you to use it right now,” he said. It was a fleet enema. “What the fuck is this for?” I exclaimed. He replied, “It’s for you to clean out.” Ah…for some stupid reason, I had not thought about why Dan’s ass was completely clean when I fucked him…and now (I supposed) he wanted to fuck me. OK, I was open to trying it. “Any special instructions?” I asked. “No. Just do it while you shower and make sure the water runs out of you completely clear and clean for a few purges. And don’t rush it,” he replied. A few purges? OK. I had never had an enema before, and I certainly did not want to embarrass myself. The shower and clean-out took longer than I expected. But I finally finished and walked to Dan’s room, and he was laying on the bed with his 7-inch cock standing straight up. I dropped my towel and bent over him, and we kissed. Then, he told me to 69 with him. We were sucking each other’s cocks for about five minutes when he released my cock from his mouth. I felt his tongue flicking around my butt crack and then he flicked his tongue on my pucker. The next thing I knew, his tongue was invading my hole, and he was pulling my ass cheeks apart. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. It was shocking what he was doing and it was surprising how great this felt, and I tried to keep focusing on giving Dan head. He was fucking my ass with his tongue, and my cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto his chiseled chest. I didn't want this tongue-lashing to stop. Then Dan told me to lay face down on the bed. He got a bottle of baby oil from his bedside table and rubbed some into my ass. He took and finger and pried open my asshole as I struggled against it in pain. “Relax! Just like to song goes. And breathe deeply,” he said. Finally, he got a finger in, and I stopped whimpering. “I think we’re going to need a little help,” he said. Again, he reached over and opened a drawer of the bedside table and took out a little brown bottle. “I’m going to hold this under your nose, and you breathe the fumes in as deeply as you can and count to 10 and then I’ll do the other nostril, OK?” So, with his hard cock lodged in my ass crack and his cock head poking right against my hole, Dan introduced me to the wonderful world of poppers. I was flying high as he quickly pushed his cock into me and of course it hurt. I took the bottle from him and huffed more until it started to feel better and then it began to feel amazing. Dan told me to lay on my back, then he lifted my feet to his chest and put his cock into me again. He told me to hit the poppers, and he started pounding my ass. In about five minutes he said, “Man I’m gonna cum. FUCK!” With several grunts, he slammed into me, and I felt his cock twitch as he finished crushing my anal cherry. As Dan came down from his orgasm, I could feel his heart beating through his cock which was still inside me, and his sperm was swimming inside me looking in vain for eggs to fertilize.

Grandad woke up, belched and scratched his balls. The room smelt stale and sweaty. Beside him, Timmy slept soundly, the sheet kicked back and revealing his round, naked bottom. Grandad grinned to himself. It had been a good evening introducing Timmy’s teacher, Jim, to bareback sex and sending him on his way with a bellyful of toxic spunk. He wondered how long it would be until Jim got pregnant and came back for more. Idly, he stroked Timmy’s backside, groping the cleft in the smooth skin and probing the slack anus still wet from last night’s fucking. Timmy moaned and stirred but didn’t wake up as Grandad stroked himself to full erection. He could hear Timmy’s mum moving about in the kitchen. Hopefully she was making some tea. He was really thirsty, but also horny. He reached to the side table and grabbed the lube. He smeared it gently on his cock and carefully around the fat head which was still sore from yesterday. Then he rolled over on to Timmy’s back, fumbled between them and guided his cock into the hot, wet rectum. Timmy woke with a start, then moaned as Grandad sighed happily and began to slide in and out of his grandson’s backside. He heard teacups then footsteps on the stairs and then Timmy’s mum came in with a cup of tea. She paused and took in the naked old man’s hairy bottom moving up and down as he fucked Timmy and laughed as she put the cup on the side table. “Thought I’d find Timmy in here! Can’t keep your cock out of his arse, can you?” Grandad smiled as he continued to fuck. “Well..oof..he’s...ahhh..got such a ...ahhh.. nice hole!” Timmy turned his head, opened his eyes and smiled up at her. “m...morning...ahh.” He gasped. She slapped her father’s quivering buttocks. “I’ll leave you to it. Breakfast is on the table.” She went out onto the landing and paused. In the bedroom, Grandad gave a loud snort and grunt as he spunked. She smiled to herself and went down to hang out some washing in the yard.

In need of pleasure…

I am the opposite to most people, or at least, the opposite to what the moral majority expects: I cannot and do not have sex when I'm unhappy or something's missing in my life. Can't do it, even if I'm horny. It just doesn't work for me. So I know that the real psychological reasons for me being a total give-my-body-away-to-every-guy-who-wants-it cumdump must be something other than the usual expectations of trying to fill a gap. Here are some possibilities: 1. Sharing and Connection: Since I was 14, I have loved sharing my body with other men. I am in the lucky position that guys seem to find me attractive so why not? It's a beautiful way to connect, and despite what all religions say (aside from some versions of Hinduism), sexual pleasure is fun and it is good for you. How brilliant that I can get intimate with any man and make him cum, what a wonderful way to share experiences in this life. I love that I am like this: fuck me with a smile, fuck me and I'll give you a pleasureable moment. How fucking brilliant is that? 2. Rebellion: This one is about morality. I fucking hate morality, despise it. Much prefer ethics because there you have to actually think. I had my sexual awakening in the tail end of the HIV/AIDS crisis. What I remember is that gay men were dying everywhere and this was A GOOD THING! God's punishment against the homosexuals. Yay, another one dead. God Hates Fags etc. I imprinted on that, not with fear, but with rage. If that is what religious and social morality is in this world, then fuck off, I don't want any part of it. I walked away from it aged 14, within months of realising I was gay, and the day I lost my virginity age 14 was a fantastic, deeply vindicating moment. 3. Natural Submission: Which brings me to this. The guy I lost my virginty to aged 14 was in his mid-20s, and not long after he introduced me to his friends, and I was fucked by them as well. I loved it, and he drew something out of me that he knew existed already within me - a natural and deep-seated desire to be submissive during sex. I am so grateful for everything he and his friends taught me. I am still submissive during sex to this day. It is so authentic for me to bow down and follow another man's desires, whether that be in the sweet intimacies of a relationship, or the lustful advances of a guy in the street who just wants to get off. I submit to that, and I love it. 4. ADHD and the world: I will admit, having ADHD means that engaging with the world is sometimes exhausting. Social interactions after a while I just tune out.Blah blah blah too noisy, whatever, need silence now. But with sex, that wordless connection... I'm never exhausted by it. It can be just a quick fuck, or it can be an important way that I get to know you, or a part of you - even if for 15 minutes - to be connected with you. I often feel more connected with a guy from a 15minute anonymous fuck and his cum in my ass than I might do talking to someone for an hour or more. I swear that I have loved every man who has ever fucked me, whether a quick cumshot or a lifelong relationship. I have loved all of you ❤️ 5. Boundary Breaking Thrill: This one isn;t about lust, but yeah... maybe another side of ADHD. I love doing things that make me feel unbounded. Fuck me in a car park in the city centre in the middle of the day. Fuck me during an art gallery event opening. Let me drink your piss in this cruising area in the warm spring sunshine. Film me getting fucked and put it online. I love doing crazy things that afterwards, makes me laugh. Sure there's the horny thrill of it, but afterwards I'm chuckling to myself. Like sometimes wow what the fuck was that, or boy you are fucking deranged. I love those moments, and I'm always chasing them. Being a cumdump? The ultimate boundary-breaking behaviour I think. Normalising being a total cumdump as a core part of your fuck-me-anywhere personality? Beyond even that ultimate. I love it. It makes me laugh out loud, and that for me is what life should be: laughter, joy, pleasure, experiences, breaking-out-of-the-norms. Fuck me ha ha fuck me good and hard *chuckle*chuckle* cum in me yes cum in me ha ha ha! 🤣🤣🤣 It's beautiful.

Honestly for me, it is largely because I was sexually active before HIV/AIDS was a known thing. I always loved taking loads before it was seen as risky. I went through 6-7 years being condom only when that first started in the 80s, but I always hated the feel of a rubber. Once the first guy got me to take it bare again, I was raw only almost immediately. It was so hot being a bareback bottom in the early 90s. Tops were so turned on when you offered to take it bare and even more so when you let them breed you.

6. Being Prepared James woke up in his own bed. He looked at his phone; there was a message from Tim. "That was a lot of fun. Having a few friends over for a parTy on Saturday. You want to come? It'll be a lot of fun." Tim had also told him more about Prep. You took it once a day. It kept you from getting infected with HIV. Tim had given him a name of a doctor; before he crawled out of bed, James looked him up online. He had a website, and James was able to snag a new Prep patient appointment later in the morning with a Dr. Tiago Suiza. The first part of the doctor's appointment was normal. Some paperwork, some blood-work, and the same questions asked by multiple people. The doctor explained Prep. James tried to keep his attention on Dr. Suiza; the dark-skinned doctor had a thick, trimmed beard. He barely noticed as the nature of the questions started to change. Then, finally one he couldn't ignore. "How many sexual partners have you had in the past week?" James blushed; he had to count. There was the superintendent, Josh, Mitchell, and then Tim. "Four," he said. "Just since Monday?" Dr. Souza said. "Yeah," James said. "I can see why you want Prep." The doctor asked a few more questions, and then told James they needed to wait for the blood test results to make sure he wasn't already infected. It would be in an hour or two. He would call in the prescription, then call James. To pass the time, James went to the gym; he had already packed a gym bag. He looked around for Tim, but the trainer was no where to be seen. James spent his time working on his pecs and arms. He was wondering what kind of friends Tim had, and what the party vibe would be. He had a brief fantasy that they would all get naked, smoke some weed, and fuck. After the workout, in the locker room, he stripped down, and went into the sauna. There was one other guy in the sauna; it wasn't until James had closed the door that he realized the man was actually Josh. Then he realized that Josh's towel was by his side, and his dick was hard. Josh had recognized him. "Jimmy, right?" "I took your advice. It's James now." "Good." He stroked his cock idly. "Damn I'm horned up. You want to get me off." It wasn't a question; it was a demand. James was already horned up; seeing such a beautiful cock only made him more so. He got on his knees and took Josh's dick in his mouth. It was warm and wet with sweat and pre-cum. The salt tasted good to James after his workout, and he forced the entire length into his shaft. "Fuck," Josh moaned. "You are good. I'm not going to last long." Josh kept up his cocksucking, not holding anything back. He had already licked up all the pre-cum, now he wanted the real thing. "Feed me," James said, before sliding all the way back down his shaft. "FUCK YEAH," Josh grunted, although not too loudly. His dick pulsed, throbbed, and then exploded. The thick wads of cum filled Josh's mouth, and he struggled to swallow it all. "Oh fuck, that was good," Josh said as he rubbed the top of James's head. "Thanks for getting me off." He grabbed his towel, stood up, and stepped over James. James was still kneeling, wondering why he had just done that. It was in a public area, and anyone could have walked in on them. Tim could have seen it. He wondered what Tim would have thought if he had seen him sucking off Josh in the sauna. It seemed so promiscuous and slutty, and he wasn't sure he wanted to be that kind of guy. But he couldn't deny the erection between his legs. But, before he could do anything, the door opened again. The new man said something to Josh. "...try him out." the new man said; the voice was familiar. James tried to turn to see who it was, but his position made that hard. Then the man spoke. "Josh said you were a great cocksucker, and I needed to try you out." It was his doctor.

Part 2: no more poz dicks! Remember that hiv dude? I let him fuck me. It felt super but then I regreted it quickly after that. I mean he's very hot and his dick felt so good. But I need to make smarter choices. I know I dont always make the smart choices but I try. Troy (the hiv guy) kept texting me wanting to bred me some more. So I told him I dont want any more poz dicks to fuck me. But he kept perssisting on to fuck me. He asked me if I enjoyed it the last time. I was honest and said "I really liked it!!!" when I texted him. But i also told him I was scared, right? Troy told me that I was gonna get hiv anyway because I liked sex with poz guys. I guess that was true. Nobody's dick ever felt better in my butthole. Man, I really wanted to feel him cum in my butt again. Like now! I tryed to ignore all his texts. I guess I gave in, though last night. He kept sending me sexy texts like "you want to beg for my aids cum again?" and i told him to stop sending those. "please stop. you're giving me a boner!" I sent back, he explaned to me that I got a boner because i wanted to get fucked by him. that was kinda true. He offred to come over and just suck my dick and thats all he would do if thats all i wanted. That sounded like a good idea. I needed my boner to go away. I had so many boners thinking about troy since then. Maybe this would help, right? Neway, he came over and he sucked my dick. I had an hiv dude sucking my dick! Damn, it felt great. "you want me to fuck your ass again?" he asked me. Damn, why did he ask me that? i told him "please dont ask me that when i have a boner." and he just kept saying things like, "u know u want it. i'll fuck my aids cum into you again and you will love it." then he sucked my dick some more. why did he put those thoughts in my head? my boner was so tight and i looked down and saw that big dick as he sucked on me. i wanted it. suddenly, i just said, "yeah! fuck me again!" he spinned me around so quickly and pushed me up against the wall right away. then i felt his tongue in my butthole again. "that feels great!" i said. i knew i should tell him to stop but that dick would feel so good. i couldnt decide what to do!

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

As i do bareback only i think that early or late i will get pozed (if it’s not yet occured). I don't want to get positive but when i'll get it, i'll deal with it.

Hello there, chapter II is here 🙂 WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? CHAPTER 2 The situation unfolded rapidly from then on. Helpless Hank felt two spits on his hole and immediately, something big started to push in. This is insane, Hank thought. Although he gave up fighting and knew that his ass will not come out of this unhurt, feeling a monster dick pushing to his hole made him think it’s physically impossible for such cock to be able to penetrate him. Yet another mistake of Hank. Within several seconds, the monster cockhead popped into his hole. „Mmmmph,“ he tried to yell from the the pain which he felt, but the ballgag prevented him from making much noise. However, while Hank did feel some pain, it was nothing unbearable and he couldn’t help but wondering how come that Mike’s dick entered him so easily. Then it came. Hank felt one big thrust and third of Mike’s cock was inside him. The instinct made Hank yell from pain, but again the ballgag did its work and prevented any significant noise. With second thrust, another third of Mike’s cock got in. Hank again had to try to yell, but the pain felt no worse than with just one third of Mike’s cock. It only took two or three seconds for Mike to push one more time and his thick eight incher was in Hank’s ass balls deep. Hank felt absolutely humiliated once he felt Mike starting to fuck him hard. Here he was, alpha bastard who is used to dominate everyone, handcuffed and bent over the desk, being fucked by some black brute. But apart from humiliation, he also felt sorry for his behaviour towards the petite clerk which got him here at first place. Hank was very much aware that he’s hot headed and it often brings him troubles. With his alpha power, he was used to come of such situations as winner after all, but often at night when he was laying in his bed, some serious questioning of his own behaviour got to his head. He couldn’t help it though, and next day he again acted like a total asshole. So now it’s clear, he thought, an asshole like me can only have his asshole fucked to learn a lesson. He couldn’t unhide his sensitive side to anyone though, especially to these two, he thought, and tried his best to make it clear that he does not like the situation, while still being aware that he has no chance to resist. At one point, he thought that maybe squeezing his ass as hard as possible will make the fucking less comfortable for Mike. But he’s been on mistaking streak and again was wrong. „Yeah,“ Mike screamed in pleasure,“ do that again and harder, bitch! I love tight holes!“ Bad take, Hank realized and naively thought of trying it the other way, relaxing his hole as much as it was physically possible, considering the discomfort of having some dick in his ass. „Trying it the other way, huh?“ Mike asked and continued: „No problem, Pete and I will love to double penetrate you once you’re relaxed enough!“ Hank’s first instinct was to panic, not knowing what to do. He was slowly sinking to some serious self-pity. He felt terrible, sinking so low that it disgusted him. He almost wanted to cry while feeling the huge hard cock in his ass and big black balls hitting his prostate. Drowning in self pity thoughts, the tactile cells of his body highlighted the feel of the balls which repeatedly hit his prostate significantly. Between all those thoughts, it was just slap – slap – slap, repeated again and again. Hank felt absolutely disgusted as he felt those hits, so much that it was starting to seem to him that he’s about to vomit. Oh great, Hank thought, not only that I have to go through this fucking madness, not I’m about to throw up, oh no...this can’t happen! He was prepared for the worst, but tried his best to not to think about it, hoping that the feeling will pass. He was trying his best to not think of the balls which repetedly slapped his prostate, but it was not possible. The more he tried, the more his mind was focused on it. Hank felt lost and turned to his last resort. This alpha bastard prayed, trying to send the polite request to the universe asking for some relief. It worked instantly. However, not really the way that Hank expected. Suddenly, the big balls slapping his prostate stopped feeling disgusting. Instead, Hank was mindblown as it suddenly felt nice. This can’t be, he thought, but focusing on it more, it was clear that it suddenly makes him feel good. One slap, second one then third...yup, it suddenly started feeling really amazing. Trying to scream with ballgag a minute ago, Hank was now seriously silent as something unexpected gives him such sensation. What’s more, realizing that he has this huge black dick in his hole, Hank suddenly got aware that this huge hard dick feels good inside him, too…at that point, Hank shockingly realized that it’s already been several minutes since he started humping against this black alpha top and wants him to fuck harder. He did his best to turn his head to face Mike. Upon doing so, their eyes met and Mike knew immediately. „Seems like your turning point is here, bitch.“ he said and started fucking Hank brutally. „Mmmmmm,“ sounded again from Hank. This time, it was the sound of ectasy. Hank then turned his head again to face Pete, as he now knew this petite man is named. Again just upon their eyes meeting, Pete knew. „OK, but no bites,“ he said and removed the ballgag from Hank’s mouth. Hank had no intention to bite. He already acknowledged that being fucked feels amazing. Knowing that made him curious, but already sure that sucking cock will feel equally good. As he watched Pete unbuckling his belt, a bit of saliva uncontrollably poured out from the corner of Hank's mouth. Oh no, I'm a faggot, he thought. TO BE CONTINUED

I just met a young stud on sniffles who had a load he needed to release. He was just over 1300’ away, visiting the area. I proposed meeting at the corner lot where there’s a small park with a grove a trees that is secluded. It’s 10:30pm and dark. I head there and he’s also walking and heads there. Unbeknownst to me there was another guy just hanging out there. He must have been stroking or something, but he left and me and this young stud headed into this small grove and I got his uncut cock out and started deep throating him. He got nice and hard. I turned around, pulled down my shorts and exposed my hole. I had prelubed and prepped for cock. He slid in easily and started pounding away. I begged home to breed me and to cum inside me. He quickened his pace and soon he tensed up and I felt his cock throbbing as he flooded my ass. He pulled out and I cleaned him off. Walked home and fingered my ass to taste his sperm. I’m still hungry and looking for more cock and loads tonight.

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Part 14 I'm sitting all alone in the breakfast room, eating. Leroy left, and my mind is still thinking of a thousand things. Slowly, I sip on my coffee. After a while, I'm all done and start to walk out. Walking in the hallway, until in my mind I bump into someone. Damn . Did you not see me? I say out loud and a bit mad. I look up to see who it is. Fuck ... it's Mark, my date and crush. He just came out of the bathroom . "Hi there, Jake, it's just me. " Mark says to me "Guess this means I need to offer you a drink then to make it up to you," he laughs. I can only swallow. Damn, what luck this is... I just really ran into my crush, and he wants a drink with me. "Oh, okay, okay," I stammer and walk with him to the bar. Damn, here I am with Mark again... I should ask him. Should I? About his tattoo, about his status, is he positive , on meds, or just none of all? It might be very weird ... and he just came out of the bathroom. That's also not really the timing, is it? And it will ruin the drink, doesn't it? Maybe I can ask in a while or so, or over a few days? I don't know... As other guys are around us, this feels more private... so not now, I guess. Mark orders me a drink while we hang at the bar. "You really look cute again," he says to me. I can only blush. He is damn sexy again. His shirt is a bit dirty, though , like it has been on the floor or something. He takes the drink from the bartender and gives it to me. I sip . Damn , it's strong... "So what have you been up to, Jake ?" he asks me. I'm not sure I should really tell him everything about the roulette game. I don't want him to get jealous . I really like Mark , and I want him to be into me, so I make something up. "I had a swim day, walked through the park, relaxed, etc. And you?" I ask him. Mark laughs. "Well, I just dreamt about you. I missed you," while he grabs my ass and pulls me to him. I can't deny I missed him; I missed his tender love and hard fucking. I can feel my hole tingling again. So I kiss him, just a short kiss. "I missed you too," I tell him. "Did you train in the hotel gym? Looks like the holiday did you some good." Mark just laughs it away. "I did some exercises, but not in the gym here, Jake." He again squeezes my ass. I guess he meant our fuck? Is he? I can feel a boner pressing against my upper leg from him. He does not even try to hide it from me; he just pushes it even harder against me. Fuck . Should I ask now? I do like having him in me again, or am I ruining it then? I wonder... "You feel hard again," I stumble to say to Mark . "Well , Jake , that's because of you," he laughs. "You could help me with it." He grabs my hand and pushes it against his boner. I can feel his other hand slide into my pants, right here at the bar. I can only blush. Fuck , right here in public? But it does feel good with Mark here. "If you want, Jake , you can have a ride..." "Fuck... yeah... please," I whisper . "But I do need to ask you something first." Mark shuts my mouth. "If you want it, we have to be quick; I need to participate in a VIP meeting." So I have only like 15 or 20 minutes . What should I do ? Ask him... but Mark has no time; he has to be on time. Or... should I just go with him? We did fuck before... So what increased risk should I have? I guess none, so it's okay. I'll ask him later. "Okay, let's go," I say to Mark. I drink my glass empty really fast while we head out. We walk fast, and I'm not sure where to. Mark opens a door and quickly pushes me inside. I look around me... we are in the laundry room. "What ..." I want to say to Mark, but I won't let myself speak. He starts to kiss me intensely and is opening my pants in the meantime. He pulls them down together with my underwear, and one hand is gripping my cock and balls, and his other is on my ass. I'm instantly hard and horny. I get my shirt off, and before I really know it, I'm all naked in the laundry room, getting his pants open too. His cock just jumps out for freedom, and I immediately get on my knees and start to suck him. It's almost as if I taste ass from his cock, some hole he fucked. But that can't be; maybe it is just my mind, or it's me I'm tasting still. Mark gets his shirt off too, and I see his biohazard tattoo again. I still need to ask, but before I can do anything, his hands grab the back of my head and start to push my mouth deeper over his cock. Mark is taking the lead again. I have no choice, so I swallow him deep in my throat . My eyes start to water, my chin against his big balls and my lips pressing against his body. His cock is all the way in my throat, and he leaves it there for a few seconds. I start to gag and swallow on him while I look up. I can see his muscular belly, his chest with his biohazard tattoo and nipples sticking out, his face and a damn hot smile. He loves this. I can see him full of pleasure from having his cock deep in my throat . Then he pulls back, so I can breathe, and shoves it back in my mouth. He's fucking my mouth. I'm getting really hard myself from this, seeing how much joy it brings him by fucking my throat . Gag and spit are running out of my mouth to the floor. My eyes are red and full of tears. After some minutes, he lets me go and pulls me back up. He starts to kiss me, his tongue deep in my mouth and our tongues wrestling with each other . He pulls me deep against him. I feel his whole body pressing against me. My knees get weak. I want Mark again, whatever it takes... "Fuck me," I ask him, whispering to him. "Get on the floor," he smirks at me, so as quickly as I can, I lower myself down, waiting for what is coming . When I sit down, I notice I'm surrounded by sheets and towels on the floor. They might be dirty or clean, but I don't care at all. My eyes are only on Mark now. Mark lowers with me, grabs my legs, and pushes them towards him, placing himself in the middle of both my legs. I feel a pair of fingers going through my ass and hole, rediscovering my sphincter, pushing in slowly. "Fuck," I moan as his fingers enter me. My hole reacts instantly; it tickles so good, it craves it. I know what that hole wants, Mark whispers . Your hole is so tight and wet again, Jake... Your hole is made to be fucked .... Meanwhile, he keeps fingering me and sometimes touches my prostate. He takes his fingers out and gets his cock against my sphincter. I can feel his wet, big cockhead pressing. My hole needs it indeed; I can feel it tickle…the craving for him inside me... But my eyes catch his biohazard tattoo again. I need to ask him... Mark... I want to ask... and Mark kisses me again, shutting my mouth. My tongue and his wrestle with each other . He can kiss damn good. And then I feel his cock enter me, just the tip, but enough to open me up for a bit. Fuckkkk . Yummmmmm . His cock in me, pressure on my insides. It feels so damn good, but Mark leaves it there, not going in all the way. He just starts to make small pounding movements, leaving me in heat and wanting more. I let soft moans come out of my mouth while we kiss. This is so hot, dam... I put my legs around him, offering my open hole to him. Lying on my back, having Mark half over me, intense kissing. But Mark still does not pound it all the way in. I need it.... I want it... My hands grip Mark's ass. I hold it tight . This might hurt, but this is what I crave, I think to myself. Then I pull his ass hard to me, really hard. In just a few seconds, I can hear the slamming sound of Mark thrusting hard against my ass. His cock shoots up into my hole, deep, rough, painful, and full of excitement. I feel his cock ram up against and through my second hole. It burns like hell. I let out a scream, but I hold him there-deep inside me-while I have a huge urge to push him out. But I don't . I hear Mark moan from excitement; his cock is swelling up. Shit ... shit... he is moaning. Damn . You just pushed me over the edge, Mark moans. I'm cumming already. Fuckkk ... I can feel him shoot a load in me, a warm, wet feeling deep in my hole. Load after load. A feeling my hole wants to feel. So I grab his ass tight so he can’t pull out. But my mind is in a fight. He is filling me up again , and I don't know if he is indeed poz. Mark ... thank you, I moan. Damn. You feel good in me. Again, I want to ask him. I need to know, even when I'm now too late.. . Mark, are you... but again he kisses me and starts to pound me hard. Fuckkk . Damn . I feel his cock deep in me, pounding my insides, ripping me open. Mark moans, "It's not done yet, boy; I have more for you...” Mark starts to pound me in heat, his balls tight and slapping against my hole. Fuck ... damn . This is good... I moan out loud . I love this... ouch, it hurts... don't stop, Mark, please ... The heat in me takes the upper hand. My hands are still on his ass, encouraging him to pound me deeper and deeper. My back starts to hurt from the pounding and movement on the ground, but I don't want him to stop. I moan out loudly , so I guess it should be heard even outside the room. My own cock starts to leak with pre-cum while Mark is fucking me roughly . He is pounding his cum load deeper and deeper in me, rubbing it deeper up in my hole and into the walls of my hole, so my body can soak his cum into me. Mark then pulls his cock out of me and stands up. "Suck me..." he commands. As fast as I can, I turn around and grab his cock. It is all slimy, mixed with my ass juice, his cum, and some blood parts. It looks so fucking hot, and I start to suck him. I taste all different flavors-from him, from me, from whoever . Meanwhile, one hand gets behind my head, and he starts to push me. He's mouth-fucking me; his big cock slides deep in my throat . My chin against his balls and my nose pushes against his body. In the meantime, I feel my hole leaking cum. Mark really fucks my mouth hard. My eyes are watering red; I cough up slime, but Mark keeps pounding. Here it comes, slutttt... I feel his cock swell up again, but now in my mouth and throat . Mark starts to shiver, and then I taste it. His cum shoots deep into my mouth and throat. A hot, wet, slimy, and salty taste, and my own urge to swallow. There is no other way... So I swallow, load after load. Mark just keeps cumming, more and more like there is no end to it. His load squirts in my back throat, and I need to cough... His cock flops out, but it is still squirting. Load after load, he shoots up against my face, mouth, chest, and all over my body. Thick cum drops hitting me and falling down over my body. I can smell it; I can feel it. Mark starts to laugh. "Jake , you look like a real hot slut now while," while he brushes through my hair . His cock is still hard, but he's done cumming. "Thank you, boy. You will sure remember this...". im still trying to get my breath. "Oh damn , it's over time; I need to run... "I'll catch you later, Jake ... He pulls his pants up and walks out. Fuckkkk . Here I am, covered in cum, my hole leaking, I'm pre-cumming , in a laundry room , all alone and naked. And I still don't know about Mark ... is he poz? Is he not??? But he just fucked me again... damn. Photo of Jake in the laundry room, covered in cum I stay put for about 5 minutes, catching my breath, and then I remember. I was supposed to meet Leroy at the bar. Damn . But I can't go like this, covered in cum. I wipe some off my face and lick it up. Damn , Mark tastes so good. I grab some sheets and towels from the floor and clean off my face and body. I hope I've gotten it all, and no one will see it. I look up; well ... there is a camera again, so I guess someone has seen it... I put my shirt and shorts on again and quietly walk out of the laundry room . I meet Leroy after a few minutes at the bar. Damn, you're late , Jake, and he watches me. Well ... I guess I don't have to ask why... he laughs . His finger wipes over my face, getting something off. Then I see it; it's a cum spot I missed. I guess you had some fun, he laughs, and with that, he licks it off his finger... WTF, I think. He does not know whose it is, but he just swallows it. Leroy really is a hungry slut... Am I becoming the same as him? Hey , your drink. I already ordered some... We have some small talk at the bar, and I start to relax . My mind lets go of all the poz stuff, and I am enjoying myself. We talked about dates, some hooking up , Leroy's daddy at home, and so on. We even chatted a bit about Mark , Jason, and the daddy Leroy had in the hotel. I'm not really paying attention to what is happening around us, but all of a sudden, the music on the podium starts to play, and the host walks up. Oh damn , right... it's time again. Photo of the main stage "Good day, all of you," the host says into the microphone. "It is time for an update again. Let's see the scoreboard ... " All the tops and bottoms are getting on the scoreboard again. I can see my name too. Let's put all the loads up and see the top score. Like a blow against my face, I see my name on the list, and it just jumps up on the scoreboard ... damn... it is almost in the top 10... 42 loads... What the hell ???? How ???? What ???? I see Kayode on the list, too. He's number 8. What is this? I did not take so many loads and hook-ups ? Leroy claps for me. "Damn, Jake. You have done a good job. Never knew this." The host talks again. "Well, I guess some might be surprised about their numbers. Let me explain. Some tops and bottoms have taken part in a roulette game. For the bottoms, there was a loaded dildo in the game. If it sprayed up your hole, it was a mix of cum from different guys, so all the guys count in the number. You did take their load, so... even when it was a mix... For the tops, some loaded more guys, so this way your load number will increase really fast. " Damn , what did I do? Did I really take that much ? Fuck ... I am really fucked... I do know loads of Mark count with it, but this? And from who are all these loads? Young , old? Fuck . And are they positive ? Have something else. Did the hotel check it or? Or am I really fucked now and positive ? I start to panic. My mind is overheating . Damn . But my hole tickles with me knowing I took that many loads. Am I really a slut? A cum dump... it looks like I am now? Fuck . I have a big urge to find some security and love... to find someone that I can hold on to. I guess ... I need Mark now more than ever... I want his big shoulders to maybe cry on, to have his arms around me and hold him. Even though I'm not sure he is positive, I don't think he is... is he... he could not... A little tear drops from my eye. Leroy laughs at me. Someone is proud, a tear of joy, he says to me. Leroy seems to think in a whole different way than I guess. The host starts to talk again. "Well, guys, we have all seen the new scoreboard . Some need to speed up , and others should keep up the good work. We have more for you. We had a guy in the roulette game who did not follow the rules. Because of him, we had to make some changes to the hotel program. As a result , we need to speed up the exposing party for a bit. I'm sorry for that, but word spreads fast, so we had to act. To keep some surprises , we thought of the following: Tonight will be Daddy's Night . For the bottoms, you will be matched with an older guy. You will get your updates via your smartwatches and log in to one of the panels. Your smartwatches will light up in the evening with your Daddy to show his status. This will be activated shortly. You are not allowed to tell anyone else, but you will know from him, and he will know from you. Do you all remember? When it lights up red, it's positive; when it lights up white, it's negative . If it lights up black , it's HIV . You can see more stats afterward , including if someone is on meds, PrEP, or so, but this is still not activated yet. All the guys are getting excited , yelling, clapping their hands , etc. But I can only think... fuck, is it true ? There are positive guys, and how likely am I to have taken one or more loads from them ? The host knocks on the microphone for attention Now ... I told you about the boy who broke the rules. We have thought about punishment, and I think we found something you will all like, the host shouts into the microphone . From the back of the podium, some helpers are running with a sort of platform on wheels. They bring it to the side of the pool and push it in. The wheels of the platform are getting pushed out until they hit the floor of the pool. It looks damm steady. Now let's bring the naughty boy up. On the main stage, I see a guy, chained up, getting pulled by some helpers onto the stage. He is Black and wears a jockstrap. Fuck... It's Kayode... It is him… He broke the rules. He took his tops shirt off in the roulette game. He pulled it off to see his chest, if he had tattoos, and begged for a poz load. Damn, that's why they all had red shirts on. It covered there biohazard poz tattoos. He did break the rule... The host starts to talk again. This bottom boy did not follow the rules, so he deserves some punishment. He wanted to know if guys were poz and who might become his poz daddy. He broke the rules of the roulette game by tearing off a shirt and begging the top. Now, we will make sure he will be poz…. but he will never know who his poz daddy will be.. . The host laughs dirty. He will take any load: poz ones, toxic and meds, neg ones, and all other things you guys have. We will whore him out, and he will get fucked and loaded many, many times. He has no say in it at all. His hole will be wrecked, like a real slut. It won't be able to close forever; that's how wrecked it will be. Even when he is home again, the host laughs. He will get fucked right here, in public. On the platform the helpers just put into the pool. Please, guys, guide him to it. The helpers are taking Kayode from the podium and guiding him to the platform in the pool. He is getting chained up on the platform, so he can't run, if he even wanted to. Photo of Kayode on the platform at the pool The helpers walk away, and just then... the platform starts to move... It is gliding on the floor of the pool, slowly and steadily to the middle of the pool, where it stops. Kayode is exposed, standing there in the middle of the pool on a platform so everyone can see him. What is the meaning of this? The host is asking for attention again. As you all see, the platform with the boy is in the middle of the pool. He will be chained and used there. So all the fucking will happen publicly, so everyone can watch. You can even swim out to him to watch as closely as you like. We thought of this... he will be punished today and tomorrow, right on that platform, in the middle of the pool. Non- stop. Videos and photos will be sent public on the internet and go viral, so he will be recognized at home and forever in the future, in his life. Everyone will know what a slut he is. So my guess is… this will be his life forever…-fucking on the streets like a whore... because no boss will ever hire a whore like him... with his photos and videos everywhere . Tops , don't worry. You won't be shown ... Remember, breaking the rules will have deep consequences. The boy will start with the VIP guys. Of course, their watches will light up too, so if you want to know, you can watch and support. Otherwise, wait till the real exposing party. After the VIPs are done, others can drop a load too. Just sign in. Now everyone have fun, and let the first VIP come up to the platform. Fuck , damn. He is punished . Dammm…. Poor Kayode. He will never recover from this... his life will be ruined. Fuck…. Then I see a VIP walk up and diving into the pool. A red light is flashing on the watch, under water. A first poz guy, I guess ... who is it? I watch closely . the VIP is swimming under water and gets up, just in front of the platform. Fuck... I'm fucked... no, really... no... he can't do that to Kayode... he can't do this to me... Really ??? It's Mark. He is smiling as he pushes himself up the platform, next to Kayode. Water is pouring off him, from his swim. His smart watch... it's red... it's red!!!!! I turn around as I hear the public clap and respond to Mark as the VIP.

I was under age with a fake ID I was so turned on and a real popular blonde cock pig, my first bath house, first sling and first gang bang in one visit

Damn, I love seeing a dick that's fully covered even when totally hard.

Hot rope of cum, I'd love to clean that up👅

11. More of Everything Once spent, Tiago slowly pulled out of James. "Can't have you losing any of my sperm," he said, right before his cockhead slipped out with a faint pop. He turned to Tim. "Think we need another round of G," he said. "I do too. Especially our boy here. What did we do last time?" "1.4" "1.6," Tim countered. "I like your thinking," Tiago said, as he lifted himself out of the bed. "Be good," he said. "Or take pictures." "Of course we will," Tim said, before giving James a long kiss. By the time they broke it off, Tiago had stepped out to the kitchen, carrying the three dirty glasses from their dose of G. "It's just us," he said. "Boy," he finished, before giving James another kiss. "Daddy, I know." "You're a very fun boy," Tim said, kissing James again. As they made out, Tim got James on his back. Immediately, Tim had his cock pressed up against James's asshole. "It was so hot watching you get fucked." "Yeah Daddy?" James said. Tim ran his hand over James's thick chest hair. "Such a hot boy. I kinda want you all to myself." "I want to make you happy," James said. He didn't want to admit how hot Tim was. Or how much he wanted Tim's cock inside him. "You feel so good Daddy." "You want me back inside you?" James nodded in agreement with Tim. "Good." Tim fumbled, and produced the small brown bottle. "Let's do this together boy," he said, and took a long sniff from the bottle, before holding it under James's nose as well. The poppers hit him fast, even before James had finished his second hit. He fumbled briefly with the cap, but then put it down, and focused his attention on fucking. His dick went into James in a single, intense stroke. James gasped. "Fuck Daddy," he grunted. "Ok?" Tim asked. He was being sweet and kind, and it made James feel cared for. He wanted to make Tim feel this good. "Yeah. It's amazing Daddy." "I know. My boy's hole is awesome." He leaned in and kissed James. Their tongues played as Tim's dick explored the familiar depths of James's asshole. "So fucking sexy," Tim said. "I want you, Daddy" James managed to say. The two were silent for a moment, just the music in the background. "That's good," Tim finally said. "Really good." He paused. "Tiago is probably gonna want some of that money." "What?" James said. It took him even a moment to remember that guys had given him money to fuck his hole. "Yeah. He'll probably want a lot of it, boy" "Uh, Daddy" James started. But Tim leaned in and kissed him. Tim took the opportunity to force his cock deeper into the young man. "So much cum up there, my boy" Tim said. "Feels so good. Like a boy should feel." He pushed his dick back in, feeling the accumulated spooge slide around his cockhead. "Don't worry about him," Tim continued. "I'll make sure my boy gets his fair share." "Thank you Daddy," James said. He was glad he didn't have to worry about it. He didn't want to upset Tim or Tiago. His head was spinning again, and all he could process was how good he felt. Tim had his arms wrapped around him, holding him tight and safe. His thick cock was deep in James's ass, and kept him aroused and horny. "Feels good." "Yeah," Tim whispered into his ear. "It feels really good. Boy's hole. Daddy's cock. Making out." He stopped, and kissed the boy. It was long and slow, and James let himself imagine they were boyfriends. "That's hot," a voice from the doorway said. "Two men, making love," Tiago continued. "I've got just what we need." Tim and James stopped kissing, and looked towards Tiago. He had three glasses, barely half-full with orange juice. "Just gets better," Tim said. "Fucking you, and now Tiago brings the G." Tiago handed Tim one of the glasses, and put the other one down on the bed table. "To limits." "And breaking them," Tim replies. The two men clinked glasses, and downed the GHB in a single gulp. "Ugh," he said, and kissed James, sharing the chemical taste with the young man. "There's plenty for him," Tiago said. He swapped out glasses, and kneeled next to James's head. "Gonna give you a g-spout. Just keep on swallowing, ok?" "You're gonna love this," Tim said. "Be a good boy, and Just keep swallowing." Tiago guided his dickhead into Jame's mouth. "Keep you mouth open, ok?" James ran his tongue over the soft foreskin, exploring the hard shaft underneath it. He realized that Tiago was pouring the orange juice onto his dick, and it was dripping down into his mouth. James gulped, remembering his instructions. The orange juice tasted horrible, but he didn't care. He had two cocks in him, and it was all he could think about. He kept on swallowing. The juice was getting warmer and saltier, but the bitterness was always there. Tiago and Tim were making out. "He drinking it?" Tim asked. "Yeah," Tiago said. He focused on James. "Close your mouth now. But keep swallowing." James closed his mouth. The glass of orange juice had disappeared, but his mouth kept filling with the warm, bitter liquid. Tim was still pounding his hole, watching him as his lips wrapped around Tiago's cock. "You're drinking his piss now, boy," Tim said. He was drinking piss. James just kept on swallowing, not sure what else to do. It had seemed so dirty, so [banned word], but now it felt almost natural. It was right to be letting this man piss in his mouth, and he craved more. It took several more gulps before the stream finally died down. "You like my chempiss, boy?" Tiago asked. Tim was flying. He had just drank another man's piss, and he had even enjoyed it. He wondered what else he might do. Tiago started to slowly fuck his face, pushing his cock in deep. Only when James thought he was going to gag did Tiago pull back. Tim continued to fuck him just as hard. Finally, Tiago spoke. "How do you normally divide up the cash?" "He get fifty from both guys?" Tim replied. "Yeah," Tiago said. "Profitable little slut." He leaned into James. "You always been a whore?" "Whore? What?" James muttered. "No. I'm not a whore," he said, but wasn't an emphatic denial. He knew that his ass had been sold to several men. "Well. There's stack of cash over there that says otherwise," Tiago countered. "They paid you well boy," Tim said. "How do you want to split it?" Tiago asks. "I usually take half." James knew this was coming. He didn't know what a fair share was, and didn't even understands why they would split it. He was the one that got fucked. He opened his mouth, but Tim immediately kissed him. He whispered to James, "Let me take care of you, boy" he said. "Make you feel good." James nodded, and kissed Tim back. He felt a new wave of crystal wash over him. "Please Daddy." Tim turned back to Tiago. "Yeah. Me too. Half." "We should leave a bit for the boy?" James heard the inflection that made it question, not even a done deal. He hoped that Tim would get him a proper share. It still felt weird that two men were dividing up his cash. He had been the one that had gotten fucked by the strangers; Tim and Tiago had just watched. "Yeah. We should," Tim said. "The boy did a good job. Didn't you?" He rubbed James's furry stomach. The boy was almost thin enough that he expected to feel his cock. "Maybe thirty?" "So 35 for us?" Tiago asked. He pushed his cock in, pressing the dickhead against the back of James's throat. The boy struggled not to gag. "Maybe forty?" he asked, holding on to James's head to keep him from pulling off. "That's good. Isn't it, boy?" Tim was smiling at James, nodding his head. James felt like this wasn't great for him. He had let total strangers bareback him and had taken their loads. Yet, he was getting only ten dollars per man. Tiago released his grip, and James gasped for air. "But I got fucked?" he finally said. "But Tim hosted. And I brought favors." Tiago said. "But," James started. Tim put his finger on James's lips, quieting him for a moment. "No one likes a greedy boy," Tim said. "Not hot. Not at all, boy." "Boner killer," Tiago said, nodding in agreement. Tim held his cock in place, as Tiago kept his dick just out of reach of James's tongue. "Oh fuck," James grunted. He hadn't realized how good it had felt. Or how badly he wanted them to keep it up. He didn't need the money, and it was stupid to mess up things with Tim over something that small. At least not yet, and everything had felt so good. "Daddy. Please. Just fuck me. Please." The two men laughed when he said it, but Tim started to fuck him. "I knew you were a smart boy," he said, and kissed him again. James felt a warm vibration race over his body. Tim wrapped an arm around him, and held him close. He was safe. He could do anything that he wanted. "You know," Tiago said. "I know how you can get more money." James knew that it would be a bad idea, but nevertheless, he wanted to hear what Tiago had in mind. He could do anything that he wanted with these men, and it would be ok. "You thinking what I am thinking?" Tim asked before James could even answer. "What," James managed to ask. It was still hard to follow the conversation; every time one of the men would say something, his mind would spin off in some random direction of images. They were almost all sexual, and it only made James hungrier. "Let's just find another guy," Tiago said. He already had his phone out, and was tapping furiously. "You'll like that, won't you boy?" Tim said. James clenched his ass around Tim's cock. It was a reassuring presence; it was both a familiar and wonderful feeling that helping keep James's anxieties at bay. James nodded. Tim leaned in, nibbled on his ear, then whispered in his ear. "I love seeing my boy get fucked. It's a huge turn-on for me." "Please Daddy," James said, although his mouth was still full of Tiago's cock. It came out unintelligible, but Tim understood the tone. "Here's a guy," Tiago said, showing a picture of an older, muscular man. He was wearing a pair of shorts, but in the picture, a thick cock was straining against the fabric. "He'd open you up," Tiago said. James just nodded. He could only pay attention to a few things, and the two cocks sliding in and out of his body were high on his list. "Yeah," he managed to say. "Ohh," Tiago said; the disappointment clear in his voice. "He says he spent his cash on party favors. He's only got twenty left." Tim squeezed him. "It's just for fun, you know," Tim said. "My boy would give it away, wouldn't he." "If it makes you hard," James finally managed to say. "James will do it for ten," Tim told Tiago. "Won't you boy?" "Please," James said. He knew he was being very slutty, but it all felt so good. Besides, it was just a bunch of hot guys, just having a lot of naked fun. On Monday, he could just shake it off. "He'll be here in ten," Tiago said. He showed another picture. This was just a thick, hard cock. It might have been one of the biggest cocks that James had ever seen. "Gonna wreck your cheap-ass cunt," the man had messaged for James. "You want that in you, boy?" Tim whispered in James's ear. "Yeah," James said. He couldn't look away from it; the sheer size had him entranced, wondering how much it even weighed. "You going to let him fuck you raw?" Tim continued. "Please, yeah, Daddy," James grunted. Everything was hitting him, and all he could think about was cum. "You gonna let him cum in you?" Tim whispered in James's ear. His cock was rock-hard and pounding his hole. He recognized the new cadence; Tim was getting ready to cum. "Yeah, Daddy. Please cum in me." Tiago had stepped back, and was just watching the two fuck. "Damn this is hot," he said, stroking his cock. He was rock hard; as soon as Tim pulled out, he was ready to take over. "I'm going to cum in you," Tim grunted. "Fill you up." "Give it to me Daddy," James moaned. Tiago stroked his cock harder. He loved how desperate the boy was, the drug-fueled hunger coming out in how he said "Daddy." It was going to be a pleasure to debase the boy. "Oh FUCK," Tim moaned. His cock was throbbing. "I love your hole." "Please, Daddy." "I love cumming in...," Tim started. Then a deep grunt from the depths of his body; James felt the familiar, wonderful warmth fill his guts. "My Boy's HOLE," he grunted, and another thick spurt erupted from his cockhead. He moaned again, and whispered into James's ear. "I love my boy..." James thought he was going to say something more. But he just moaned as his cock spat out several globs of semen. Tim's sperm felt so good inside him. All James could imagine was more. More men. More drugs. More cock. More cum.

5. Taken Home James woke up Thursday morning. He checked his mail, and he was surprised to see an e-mail from Mitchell. It was a link to a digital representation contract. "Think it over. I'll need a decision early next week." He had only a slight bit of guilt over the blowjob. Mitchell's cock had been amazing. His eyes were still sore, after two loads of cum in them. He had gotten some eye drops on the way back from Mitchell's, but they hadn't done much. He looked at them in the mirror; they were bloodshot from the foreign fluids. He put on some work-out clothes and went to a gym he had seen around the corner. He hadn't worked out in a week, and was just vain enough to worry about it. He was mindful of money; this week had been non-stop spending, and he hoped that Mitchell might be able to find at least a small job for him soon. But, a gym was necessary; he wasn't a model, but he wasn't bad looking. The gym was quiet on a Thursday morning, and the lone attendant was more than happy to sign him up for a month's trial membership. James tried not to stare; he was model-handsome, and perfectly worked out. He wondered if the trainer was gay, and wondered if he even had a chance with him. Unfortunately, the paperwork went by quickly, and James had to do the workout. It was a legs and glutes, and he pushed himself hard. He hadn't been fucked much before; Eric thought it was dirty. Guys online told him he had a great ass, and the few time he had done it, it had felt so good. By the time he finished his workout, the trainer was working with a woman. James went home, and spent some time working on his body and hair. He shaved off the stubble from the past few days, then trimmed his pubes and chest hair a bit. He was a hairy boy; the one time he had shaved it all off, he looked like he was only fourteen. Before long, it was evening. He had seen an ad for a club on the street earlier, it had a Thursday special: two for one drinks. He got prepared, and then it was just a short ride away. There was enough of a line to get his interest aroused, and as he walked down to the end, the guys he could see were all hot, from twink boys, all the way through muscle daddies. The line moved quickly, and soon he was inside. The club was dark and loud; the dance floor was packed. He got his drinks, downing one quickly for courage, and taking his time with the second. When he finished, he got on the dance floor. It felt great to lose himself in the music, and feel the men press their bodies against him. Then one of the men pressed himself much more insistently against James's body, and then grabbed his ass. "I've been wondering all day what this felt like," he said. The voice was familiar. James turned around, and it was the trainer from the gym. "I'm Tim," he said. "James." "I remember. And these do feel very good." "Thanks," James said. The two men smiled at each other. Tim was a bit taller than James, with dark brown hair, and several day's stubble on his face. He was in the last of his twenties, confident and sure of himself. He made the first move, leaning in and kissing James. The two men made out for a several seconds, before the music got each of them moving. They danced together for several more songs, getting sweaty in densely packed dance floor. Once more, Tim made the move. "I live around the corner. Wanna go back to my place?" "Sure," James said, giving Tim another kiss. "Great. Come." Tim grabbed James's hand, squeezing it, then threaded his way through the crowd to the exit. Once outside, the night was still warm. The two men walked the block to Tim's place, their sweat still dripping from their skin. Once inside, Tim guided James to the bathroom. "Let's take a shower. Get this sweat off us." He turned on the shower, and stripped down. James also took off his clothes. "Fuck," Tim said. "Sexy little otter." James blushed, he still felt a little self conscious about being naked, and his cock was getting rapidly hard. Tim watched, and laughed. "You're not a little otter at all." He grabbed James, and pulled him into the shower. His body was warm and hard against his. James realized they didn't have to be quiet. They didn't have to keep this a secret. It was very liberating, and he pushed his tongue into Tim's mouth. "Damn, you are hot," Tim said, between kisses. Between them, both men's cocks were lengthening and stiffening. "Thanks. You too." James reached down, and felt Tim's cock. It was already too big to wrap his hand around. "Fuck, that's big." "Don't worry." Tim said. "I'll take my time with you." Tim spun the boy around so that he faced the shower head. He knelt between his legs, and buried his face into James's ass. The boy yelped twice, once in surprise, then a much slower one, a yelp of pleasure. "OH FUUCK," James grunted. He had never felt a tongue on his ass hole before, and it felt amazing. Tim took his time, carefully stretching and relaxing the boy's hole, first with his tongue, followed by a finger and then two, before Tim paused. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said. The two toweled off slowly, constantly getting interrupted by kissing each other. Finally, they made it to the bed, James on his back, legs spread, with Tim and his massive dick kneeling between them. Tim applied lube to James's hole and his cock. Just as he was lining up, James stopped him. "Do you have a condom?" he asked. Tim's expression changed suddenly. It was clear that the question annoyed him, and James regretted asking it. But at the same time, he knew he had to be safe. "No," Tim said. "I don't. I'm on prep, so it's not a big deal." "Prep? What?" Tim started to smile again. "It's safe. It prevents HIV. So I can't get infected. And I can't pass it on to you." James's cock was hard as a rock, and his ass was throbbing. He wanted to get fucked so badly. "You're sure it's safe?" "Absolutely," Tim said. "I take it every day. And I get tested every three months as well." "I guess it's ok," James said. "Just don't cum in me." "Of course," Tim said, planning nothing of the sort. He pushed his cockhead into James's hole. There was no rubber on his cock, and he could feel the warmth and wetness of James's ass. "Ohhhh, fuuuuck," he moaned. "Oh damn! That feels amazing!" James grunted. He had never been fucked raw before, and he knew he would never fuck safe ever again. James could feel every ridge, every vein on Tim's cock. He had never felt this connected with his partner, and he wanted every fat inch of Tim's cock. "Fuck me," he grunted. "Of course," Tim said. He pushed the full length of his dick into James. The boy yelped for a second, but it was quickly replaced with a moan of pleasure. "You feel so good," Tim said. "You too," James replied. The two men kissed deeply, as Tim continued to fuck James's hole. The younger man loved the feeling of the thick cock inside him. Although he was still afraid, it was hard to deny how good the raw cock felt inside him. "It feels so good raw." "Is this your first time barebacking?" "Yeah," James said. "I've not gotten fucked that much, actually." Tim's cock twitched. There was something hot about James's slutty innocence, and he wanted to be part of the effort to defile the boy. Any doubt in his mind about cumming in James's hole disappeared. He knew that it would be easy to get James to come around to his thinking as well. "You feel so good. It's hard not to drip pre-cum." "Yeah? You're dripping?" James was lost in the heat of passion and hadn't thought through the implications. Tim did nothing to help him. "Fuck yeah. Always do when I'm fucking a hot hole like yours." "The prep? It means you can't catch it?" "Right. And I was tested earlier this week." "Um, would you," James started. Tim didn't say anything. He knew what was going to come next, and what would cum after that. "Would you cum inside me?" Tim leaned in and kissed James. "When the time comes, yes. But I want to enjoy this first." The two kissed some more. Then talked more. Then kissed more. But throughout it, Tim's cock slowly fucked James's hole. They were edging closer and closer, until Tim couldn't hold back. "I'm going to cum," he said. "Please," James said. It had been over an hour of fucking, and James was feeling it. His ass was getting tender, but he wanted to feel Tim's load. "Fuck me. Cum in me." "Fuck yeah boy," Tim grunted, slamming his dick deep into James. He held it there, as his cock twitched and spasmed. "FUUCK YEAH," he grunted, as his cock unloaded into James's guts. Another spurt, another visceral grunt. "I'm CUMMING IN YOU," marked the third spurt. Tim was slamming his cock in and out, wiping down the full length of James's asshole with his seed. "Give it to me," James moaned, wrapping his legs around Tim's torso, holding Tim's spermy dick in his ass. "Fill me up." "FUCK YEAH," Tim grunted another time. And then another. Tim's dick slid in and out easily now; the entire chute lubricated with sperm. "Oh fuck, thank you," James said. "That was amazing."

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

“Boy”, he said, in a gentle tone similar to the one he used when he’d told me that it didn’t matter that I was gay, he’d love me all the same, “it’s time to acquaint yourself with some basic facts of life that I learned long ago. There are two types of human males in this world – real men, and pigs. Pigs look like men, talk like men, dress and act like men, but in truth they are inferior. They are governed by their lust for unnatural acts, and by their desire to submit to real men. A pig may think he’s a man, but deep down he knows every time his faggot cunt twitches that he is not a real man.” I was finding his voice hypnotic as it came out like a religious doctrine through my chemical haze. “Even when you were younger, boy, I could see your head snap up at the mention of the word “faggot”…when you first came out to me, I thought it was fear, but then as I watched you closer, I realized it was because that submissive pig in you was reacting to its proper title. I knew you needed to be released from the bondage of self-imposed morality that you suffered under to truly wallow in your subhuman urges, and I knew I was just the man to do it. Only your cunt of a mother stood in my way, and now she’s gone…and don’t think I didn’t notice that reaction to the word “cunt”, pig…you’ll be hearing a lot more of your proper titles from now on.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and gripped me under the chin. Something told me to open my mouth, and he grinned and spat into it. I closed my mouth and swallowed. ”Nature at its finest, boy” he said, “you aced the advanced course; now let’s give you a water break.” It was at that point that a single thought broke through the chemical haze that wrapped around my mind – “I am so fucking thirsty”. And there, sitting on the dresser next to the other playthings, like the Holy-fucking-Grail, were two bottles of water, with condensation running down the sides. It looked so good to me, and I was so focused on how much I wanted some ice-cold water, that I barely even grunted when Bud pulled me away from the wall and the dildo popped out of my ass. I’d never experienced the singular focus or the clarity of mind that Bud’s “pig feed” gave me. At that moment, I needed that water more than anything else I had ever needed. Bud noticed me staring longingly at the water bottles, and he gave an evil chuckle. “I don’t think so, faggot,” he said as he gripped me by the chin and forced my eyes to lock into his,” that water is a reward, and you haven’t quite yet earned it yet, pig.” I whined a little in the back of my throat, just like a dog. It wasn’t on purpose; it was just the natural sound that came out of me at that point. This made him give that evil chuckle again. I realized then through my chemical haze that the sound of that chuckle was making my ass muscles contract every time he did it, same as when he used words like “faggot”, “pig”, and “cunt”. Maybe it was the chems at work, but I was starting to think his theory about pigs and real men might be legitimate. Then Bud started speaking again, and all I could focus on was his rough voice and his grip on my chin and the deep, deep black of his pupils as they seemed to grow and fill his eyes. “Boy,” he said, firm grip still on my chin, “it’s time to teach you another essential function of a pig. I’ve been up all night flying high on T and slamming down beers, and I’ve got to piss something fierce. So, faggot, here is what is going to happen. I’m going to start pissing in a minute, and you can choose to open your mouth and serve as my urinal pig, as nature intended, or end up getting your bed sheets all piss stained. However, if piss gets on those sheets, boy, the least of your punishments will be to sleep on them for a month without washing them.” There was a small, still moral part of me that hated the way chemical pleasure rushed through me at the thought of this strong, viral man pissing into my mouth like I was garbage. That part of me caused me to try to pull away from Bud’s grip on my chin. Suddenly, the grip was on my throat and the voice very, very gently. “Listen, faggot,” he said gently, “I haven’t forced you to do anything you don’t want to do so far today, have I?” I slowly shook my head “no”. I had indeed made the choice every time to participate. “I’ve allowed you to decide to make the final move each step of the way, correct?” he asked more gently still, firm grip still on my throat. I nodded my head “yes”. “And pig,” he said, practically purring, “I haven’t done anything to hurt or damage you, have I?” I shook my head “no”. Suddenly one of his hands was in my hair, yanking my head back hard, while the hand on my neck clamped down like a vice until I started to see black on the edges of my vision. He leaned in to speak softly in my ear. “Faggot,” he said, “I haven’t done anything to hurt or damage you YET. Please don’t force me to start now.” If my cock hadn’t been flaccid from all the chemicals in my system, his words in my ear would have made me cum without even touching myself. That surge of pleasure at the whispered promise of violence and degradation at my step-father’s hands was the final straw that convinced me Bud was right – I was 100% pig, born to serve real men like him, and everything that he was doing with and to me that morning was not only what the pig inside me really wanted, but also what the pig inside me needed…what it craved. I opened my mouth wide, and prepared to take the piss of a real man and enjoy every drop of it. Bud gave that evil little chuckle of his, and released the iron grip on my hair. The death grip on my throat that was making my vision blur turned into a caress down my cheek, almost the action of a devoted lover. He ran his thumb along my lower lip, smiled and said, “Good boy”. Then he grabbed his rock hard dick and lined it up to my open mouth. I could see him relaxing the tension of his body, and then slowly it came, the golden stream of piss from his monster cock. At first, I let it run straight down my throat, but then I grew curious about the taste. The pressure was growing stronger now, but I was able to start to savor it a little before swallowing. I wanted the words of a wine connoisseur so that I could adequately describe the taste of piss created from a toxic mix of meth and beer in the urinary tract of a real man, but words fail me. All I can say was that the moment I tasted it, I had one of those epiphany moments where it clicks like “yes, this is something that has been missing in my life so far”. I knew then that Bud and any of his friends would never need a urinal to piss in as long as I was around – in fact, I would feel cheated if he spilled so much as a drop of fluid into a porcelain bowl from then on. Too soon, the strong stream of chem and beer piss came to an end, and I eagerly leaned forward to lick some stray drops from Bud’s slit. He looked at me with pride like I was a first-grader who had won the school spelling bee. “Boy,” he said with pride, “your first time drinking piss and not a drop spilled. Truly, this is nature at its finest.” He ran his thumb across my lower lip again. “I am going to have so much fun with you, faggot.” At that point, I was starting to feel warm in my belly and a flush came to my cheek. Bud noticed and smirked, “that was some strong man piss you just guzzled down, pig, and you are gonna be flying high again in a moment. Just in time, too, because it’s time for the main event, faggot. Here’s your water – drink up.” He grabbed one of the bottles of water off the dresser and tossed it to me. I was so thirsty I had the cap off and had chugged down half of it before I even noticed that it hadn’t been completely sealed, it had been opened at least once before. Coming soon, part 6...