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Mistaken Identity Chapter 1 – Two Brothers Nate always worshipped his older brother Alan. The two were inseparable growing up. They were close in age, being just 1 year apart. They looked exactly alike and were often mistaken as twins. They were both 5’ 11, dirty blonde, blue eyed, with a swimmer’s build. They were each other’s best friend and were each other’s confidant. Everything seemed to change once Alan turned 18, started college, and started hanging with a completely different scene of people. Alan started to feel distant to Nate. Alan had become secretive and would spend most of his time away from his brother and other family. Nate had assumed this was a result of his older brother coming out as gay. Or rather trying to stay in the closet to the family. He had told his brother that he was gay years ago and Nate took the news quite well. They were unsure how the rest of the family would take the news, so they kept it to themselves. This had previously help strengthen their relationship. Nate was unsure why his older brother was keeping him at such a distance. This distance grew as they aged to the point that Nate had turned 18 and Alan was now 19. They both lived at home but Alan never seemed to have time for Nate anymore. Nate had decided to play detective and spy on his older brother. He would steal glances at text messages when he could and linger just out of sight to listen to pieces of conversations. He heard a lot about partying and assumed that his brother had new friends that drank all the time. He even caught a message on his brother’s phone talking about a party coming up that coming weekend. He looked over from behind his brother and caught the response. Alan had responded that it was a perfect weekend because his parents were going to be out of town for the whole week so they would have plenty of time to recover. The weekend came and Mom and Dad left Alan in charge of the house. They said their goodbyes and took off to the airport. Alan turned to his younger brother. A: I am going to take off in a while. Nate you’re old enough to take care of yourself for a few days. I trust you. I’m probably not coming home so you’ll be on your own for the weekend. I’m gonna spend the night with the guys. N: Oh, a party or something? A: Yeah, you can say that. N: I like parties. Can I come with you? A: Ahh, well. I don’t think it’s really your scene. N: You know I’m ok with dudes with dudes. That’s not my thing but being around gay guys doesn’t matter to me. A: That’s not what I meant. It’s just not that place to bring your little brother along. Maybe next time, bro. He set his phone down absent mindedly and left to his bathroom to go shower. Alan disappeared and Nate could hear the shower start. He knew he had a few minutes before his brother got out of the shower. Nate picked up his brother’s phone and unlocked the screen. He looked at the last couple text messages. There was a time and an address to meet up at. Nate thought this must be where the party is gonna be at? Maybe he should crash the party to see what all the fuss was about. Nate placed the phone back where he had picked it up. He had a plan set in his mind that he would show up at this party and mingle with some of the guys to show his brother that he was cool enough for his friends. He would show up early before his brother was planning on showing up (according to his texts) and try to be the coolest guy at the party. He ran up and jumped in the other bathroom to shower himself. He got out of the shower and picked out his “coolest outfit” to try and impress the guys at the party. He hoped that he wasn’t dressing too straight. He really wanted to fit in. These guys were obviously important to his brother, so he wanted to make sure they liked him. He picked out pants, shirt, and a pair of teal boxers for the party. He put the boxers on and left the other clothing on his bed. He threw on some basketball shorts and walked out to the living room. Nate was sitting on the living room couch watching tv, waiting for his brother to zoom past him on his way out. Alan came out wearing a shirt and some jeans. Nate thought that he looked very laid back for a party and began second guessing his choice of clothes he had picked out. Alan’s phone rang and he started a conversation in the kitchen just within earshot of his little brother. A: yeah I’m leaving now. I wanna get some favors to show up with. Yeah, I know I don’t have to bring anything but I don’t wanna be a mooch. I have a guy I’m gonna hit up and then I’ll be along. Shouldn’t take me that long. I should still be there before 9 pm. That’s plenty of time. Yeah I know you can’t wait. I can’t wait either. Alan hung up his phone and walked back into the living room. A: Okay little bro. I’m going to head out. You know I’m trusting you to keep yourself safe while I’m gone. Text me if any emergency pops up, I have no idea when I’ll be checking my phone because the music will be really loud. But don’t worry, I’ll get back to you when I can. Okay, I’ll probably see you on Sunday or Monday if I’m hung over. We good? N: Yeah, we good. Have fun. And just like that, Alan walked out of the house and drove off into the night. Nate looked at his phone. It was 7:30 pm and his brother said he would show up around 9 pm. He had to hurry to make his window. He ran upstairs and throws on the jeans he had out on his bed. He changed his mind on the shirt he picked out. It was too dressy. His brother’s look was relaxed and he wanted to dress the same vibe. He threw on a plain black shirt. He picked up his phone and ordered an uber. The driver was close so he ran down to the front of the house. He locked up and jumped into the uber when it arrived. Chapter 2 – Crashing the Party Nate arrived at the address he had gotten from his brother’s phone. He must be early because there wasn’t that many cars on the street. The house seemed very nice and it seemed to be a mostly quiet neighborhood. He remembered that his brother said he had plenty of time. The others must be showing up around 9 pm or later like his brother was. He looked at his phone and it was 8:10 pm. Nate was nervous that he might be too early but knew he had to get there before his brother did or his plan would be ruined. Nate swallowed his fear and walked up to the door. He rang the doorbell. A tall black man answered the door with a smile and without a word, ushered the 18 year old inside the house. The door shut and the man turned to the teen. M: I’m glad you came. And early too. Welcome back to Casa de Marcus. I hope your stay will be as comfortable as last time. N: oh no, my brother Alan is showing up later. I’m Nate. I just came to see how fun Alan’s parties are. If that is alright with you? Marcus thought to himself – Nate huh. This little snow bunny is role playing his first time. That’s cute. Okay, I can play along. M: Well the Nate. Come on in. Make yourself comfortable on my couch. Marcus ushers Nate to his couch. They both sit down and Marcus stares down the teen for a moment. A nervous Nate gulps. N: Umm. I hope you don’t mind having a straight guy crash your party. M: oh, that is quite alright. We love it when straight guys join us for our parTys. Oh where are my manners. Would you like a drink to get the night started. Nate thinks he is talking about an alcoholic drink. He thinks about it for a moment before answering. N: Umm, sure. If you don’t mind. I just need to finish it before Alan shows up. I don’t know how he would feel seeing me drink. Marcus gets up from the couch and walks into his kitchen. While he waits for his host, he looks around the house, taking in all that he can see. He thinks to himself – this is cozy. Must be a small gathering. I thought it would be a wild party but it still is early. Marcus returns with 2 glasses of coke. He hands one of the glasses to Nate. M: I made it the same as last time you. Oh wait, that way that Alan likes it. N: Thank you. Nathan took a drink of the coke. He assumed it was a rum and coke but has never drank any alcohol before, so he thinks the taste of G is the taste of alcohol. He thinks it’s just a strong drink but doesn’t want to be seen as a prude. N: oh wow. He gulps down half of the drink and holds off another drink for a moment. Marcus views the gulping as a sign of eagerness on his part. M: Did you want another drink? N: Not right now, maybe in a bit. I’m still working on this one. Nate gulps down the last of the drink and gives the empty glass to his host. M: Go ahead and make yourself comfortable and we can get the parTy started in a little while. But go ahead and put something on the tv. The remote it there on the coffee table. The cable is HDMI 1 and the porn is on HDMI 2. Nate innocently thought he was joking about the porn. He turned the tv to cable was started channel surfing. Marcus gets up and returns to the kitchen. Nate moves to the center of the couch. Marcus returns with another round of drinks. M: here you go little man. I made this one with less and more coke. He was lying through his teeth. He made the drinks with the same generous amount of G as before. Nate, not wanting to be impolite, took the supposedly weaker drink. He gulped it down as before, believing it would help with how nervous he was feeling. Marcus just sat there on the couch next to the teen as he channel searched. It was about 15 minutes later that he noticed the teen starting to melt into the couch. The G was in full effect. Nate looked slightly lethargic and googly eyed. Marcus was caught off guard. The last time Alan was over, he was able to ingest the same amount of G with no problem. He thought maybe it was more of the role playing. Maybe the straight boy needed to be seduced. Marcus moved over to the teen. M: Okay I think it’s time to start the parTy. Marcus pulls out a pipe from his pocket. It is already filled with T in the bulb. It’s already a dry puddle. He pulls out a lighter and lights the bulb. He takes a hit and blows out a cloud. He thinks to himself, lets have fun with this teen’s role playing of a first timer. M: Hey boy, since this is your first time straight man, I’ll help you out. Here, breath in when I tell you too and hold your breath until I say release. Marcus pushes the pipe to Nate’s mouth. He lights the bulb and the smoke starts rising from the bulb. M: okay, now breath in. Good boy. Now hold it. Hold it. Hold it. Okay, now release. Nate blows out a cloud and is cheered on by Marcus. N: That was a lot of smoke. What was that? Was that weed? M: No, something better than weed. N: Is it natural? M: of course. Now take another hit. Nate. Takes 3 more hits before the pipe is put down on the coffee table. Marcus waits until the teen is obviously starting to feel the T. He checks Nate’s eyes and sees that they are like huge black saucers with a thin blue ring. M: Okay, straight boy. Do you feel warm in here? Its warm right? I know you think it’s warm. Before Nate can answer to agree with him, Marcus starts pulling Nate’s shirt off. M: You won’t need this shirt. Nice jeans. You wont need these either. Marcus pulls the jeans right off the teen and whispers in his ear M: (whisper) That’s okay. You don’t need those clothes. You’re in your underwear and I am too. This is when the parTy starts. Some good smoke and showing off some skin. The G is making the teen malleable and the T was making him horny. Nate looks over at Marcus to watch him strip down to a pair of boxers. Marcus then turns the tv to HDMI 2 and starts the porn playing. The moans, even though they are from men, begin to turn Nate on and he starts to fill out his boxers with his semi hard on. Nate realizes he is feeling super relaxed and starting to get a little horny for some unknown reason. He brushed it off on the “alcoholic drink” he had when he arrived. Nate was happy to hear that the party was starting. But he was a bit perplexed that it was still just him and Marcus. Where was everyone else? Oh well, guess they’ll get here when they get here. It’s so cool to show up to a party late, right? He thought that he needs to remember that next time he goes to a party. M: oh damn baby boy. You are looking good in those boxers. Bet you look even better in a jockstrap. N: yeah, I would. I know I have a great ass haha. M: I have a pair you can try on for me. Before everyone else gets here. Nate was super high on the G and Tina. He was game for anything at this point. All his inhibitions seemed to fade away. N: I guess I don’t mind. I mean this is a gay party. When in Rome … M: Cool Alan, I mean Nate. Let’s head over to my bedroom to try them on. Chapter 3 – The Room Marcus ushered Nate into a dimly lite room about twice the size of his own bedroom. Nate looked around and saw a large sofa, a large bed, some kind of swing/harness thing, and a wooden cross in the room. He saw a big screen tv on each wall, all playing the same video playlist as the tv in the living room. Marcus takes Nate over to the couch and sat him down. He walked over to a dresser and brought some items with him which he placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Nate staired down at another weird pipe that he recognized from earlier, a small brown bottle, a bag of some kind of crystals, and a pencil box. Marcus handed a handful of bunched up jockstrap to Nate. Nate still in his mental fog took a moment to realize what Marcus was waiting on. He stood up and dropped his boxers in front of Marcus like he was changing in the locker room. Marcus took in the view of white gold before him. Though the room was dimly lit, he could see the teens white body. It was practically glowing in the dark. Nate took a minute to try and figure how to put the underwear on. This time gave Marcus a good show of the teen’s cut dick. When Nate finally figured it out he turned his back to his host. Marcus got a view of the beautiful teen ass. He just knew the teen was just teasing him waiting for him to lunge at that ass. Then the jockstrap was on and it framed the white boy ass perfectly. Marcus’s boxers were straining, his cock trying to rip through the material. Marcus grabbed up the new pipe and filled it. He took a monster rip and then a second. He handed the pipe over to Nate. M: Do you think you learned how to do it yourself now? N: Yeah, I think I’ve got it. Nate flicked the lighter and started twisting the pipe. Inhale, hold, hold, hold, and then release of a huge cloud. He tried to hand the pipe back to Marcus but he refused. M: Nice hit man. Go ahead and show me how it’s done again. Nate took another huge hit. Exhale. Then another after another. He took 5 good hits and was feeling the greatest he ever felt in his life. Marcus walked toward the teen and grabbed him by the wrist and throws him against the sling. M: This is the best thing in the room. It’s called a sling. Have you ever been in one? Marcus was waiting in anticipation for the answer. He knew that Alan loved being in the sling. But would “Mr. straight guy Nate” like it. Lol the hole role playing thing was making his dick leak precum. A spot of it was collecting in his boxers. N: No never even seen one before. M: Do you wanna try it? It’s super comfortable. The parTy doesn’t really start until someone lays in the sling, you hear me? Nate’s state of super high helped stir his curiosity. N: Sure I’ll try it. I mean, if it starts the party than lets get it started. Marcus picked the boy up and placed him in the sling. The boy’s arms were limp and easy to maneuver. The arms were cuffed above his head with ease. Marcus locked the feet of the fucked up teen. N: Whoooo lets get this party started. M: I couldn’t agree more. Marcus walked over to his light switch and adjusted the lights up a bit. The room became much more clearer. He grabs the pipe and walks over to Nate. He places the pipe to his mouth and lights it for him. M: okay hold it in until I give you the signal, okay? Nate nodded his head. Marcus got between the teen’s legs, dropped his boxers and released his 9 inch dick. Then he fell down to his knees. He starts to count off. M: Okay on 3, 1 … , 2 … Marcus lunges into the teen’s ass and his tongue touches and penetrates the teen’s hole. Nate was totally unprepared for this new feeling. He coughed out the cloud he was saving in his mouth and gasped. N: Omg … what are you doing? M: I’m rimming a perfectly perky ass. You just happen to be tied to it. So sit back and enjoy it. Marcus returned to the teen’s hole and started eating it out. Nate’s mind was spinning. He knew he should be put off by what was happening. He should definitely be deterred from any gay stuff but the shockwaves of pleasure coming from his ass was undeniable. He thought to himself – No wonder my brother comes to these gay parties, he must love feeling this way too. It’s okay, it’s not that gay. It’s not like he was getting anything inside of his ass. Just the tongue was fine. Marcus pulled away and placed a finger at the boy’s entrance. He pushed it forward and it sank right in. A low moan came from the teen. Marcus pushed in a second finger. He was met with more resistance this time. M: Damn Alan – I mean Nate. You weren’t this tight the last time we partied. But that’s okay, I know how to loosen you up. Marcus gets up and goes to his supplies. He comes back with a bottle of lube and a huge shard of T. He pushed his two fingers back into the teen and there was a slight yelp. He pulls back out. N: What are you doing to me. Nate tries to move his arms and legs to push the guy away from him but finally realized he was tied down. The realization sobered him up a bit. N: No, I don’t want this. I’m not gay. I’m straight. I just came for the party. Where is the party? Marcus shoves his wet fingers back into the teen’s hole. Nate yelps again and starts pleading again. Marcus is zoning the teen out. He starts to think that Alan is taking this role playing idea too seriously. But he knows what the bitch wants. He pulls his fingers out. He pours some laced lube on his fingers and return them to the teen. Then he pulls them out only to push them back in, this time with the shard between the fingers. It took some pressure to get past his first ring but Marcus shoved the T deep in the teen. N: omg, that burns. Take them out please. It’s hurting me. Marcus just laughed at the petty pleas. M: Just let it melt and you’ll be feeling great. Nate had started bucking trying to get the fingers out of him but it did nothing. His body finally gave in to the feeling and his body stopped moving about. He let Marcus continue to finger him without any griping. Marcus added a third finger and while it hurt, it was starting to feel really good to Nate. With every push of the fingers, a small moan escaped the teen. Marcus added a fourth finger and there was a brief return of the whimpering. The protests ended relatively fast. M: That’s it baby boy. You know you like this. Miss Tina makes everything feel so damn good. Marcus got up and walked to his dresser and walked back with some scissors and a spray can. He cut the jockstrap off the teen exposing his flaccid 3 inch dick. He sprayed the can of Maximum Impact into the jockstrap. He puts the can down and pushes the jockstrap into Nate’s mouth. He stands right between his legs and pushes the head of his dick into the teen. Nate feels the intrusion at his hole but is starting to fly. The maximum impact fumes making him lightheaded. Marcus pushes the whole length of his dick into the teen in one push. A guttural sound escapes the teen. Marcus stares down at the teen and notices that he is looking back but his eyes lacked any focus. His huge pupils were jet black. It was like he was looking straight through Marcus. M: That’s the look I love from my “first timers”. Oh Alan, you know how to make a guy feel special. A “first timer” and a “straight boy”. Double conversion. Marcus laughs and starts pounding the bottom without any regard to him. Marcus continues to piston fuck the poor teen. Finally after about 20 minutes of anal assault, he was ready to shoot his load. M: you ready for the first load of the night bottom boy. Nate watched him with his blank stair and continued to moan with every thrust. M: Here you go straight boy. Hope you’ll remember this one. Ahhhhhhhhhh Nate felt a wetness build up deep inside of him. Marcus pulled his dick out. Nate felt an emptiness where the dick once was. He felt a sadness that he wasn’t full inside anymore. All he could do was moan with his mouth still filled with jockstrap. The house doorbell rang and Marcus jumped to his feet. He threw on his boxers and grabbed his phone. The time was 9:15 pm. He walked to the door and looked through the eyehole. He opened the door and was astonished to see Alan walk in. A: Hey sorry I’m late. I had to wait on my guy but he hooked me up with some prime stuff. M: How are you here? A: What do you mean? M: You are right here but I just nutted in you. A: Did you start smoking without me? You sound like you have been parTying already. M: Yes, yes I have. I’ve been smoking with you. Hold up, I think I might be going crazy. Marcus turned away and walked straight back to the playroom. Alan was right behind him. Waiting for an explanation for his weird welcome. Marcus points to the sling. M: See you’re already here. Alan can see a hot young guy already in the sling. His face obscured by Marcus standing in the way. Alan’s mouth started to water at the sight. Then he walks around Marcus and sees the shock of his life. The hot young guy in the sling was Nate. A: WTF! How did my younger brother get here? M: Holy shit! I thought it was you. I thought you were role playing as a different guy. I didn’t believe him. A: What did he tell you? M: That he was your brother. He said he was straight but wanted to come for the parTy. He was you. I thought yeah right, a straight guy that needs to be seduced. Cool game. A: WTF. WTF. WTF. How did he even know about this? M: I don’t know but he did know because he was waiting for you. Alan pulls the jockstrap out of his brother’s mouth. He smacks Nate on the cheek a bit to get him to focus. A: Nate. What are you doing here? N: I wanted to hang out with you at a party. The weed made me hot so my clothes… Alan turns to Marcus. A: Weed? M: He asked if the T was weed and I said it was better than weed. Alan turned back to his brother. Nate was trying his best to concentrate on talking. N: The smoke was so good. The dick hurt a bit but it was starting to feel good. You can’t tell anyone about that though. Can we smoke some more? M: See at least he enjoyed himself. I’m so fucking sorry Alan. I really did think he was you. A: I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe you made my brother into a chem whore. M: And he is asking for more. More T and more dick haha. But no more G. Damn he drank a lot of G. I’m surprised he is still awake hahaha. I thought he had your tolerance. A: Damn, I don’t now about giving him more. M: The hard dick in your pants says otherwise. Alan looked down to see his dick was hard as can be in his jeans. A: Okay, but if we go forward with this, we go hard. Break out the points. Chapter 4 – Point of No Return Marcus and Alan walked over to where the parTy supplies were on the coffee table. Alan pulled out a big bag of T. A: Go ahead and use this stuff first. I told you it’s prime stuff. I smoked a bowl with my dealer and it got me horny as can be just sitting there. It’s got that good chem taste. Mmmm. I couldn’t wait to get here. Marcus disappeared and reappeared with a bottle of water. He started to prepare the points with the T. M: How good of a shot should I make for him? A: Make him a beginner dosage for me please. M: Aight. No problem. Alan turned away to stare at his younger brother still hanging there in the sling, looking hot as fuck. Marcus thought to himself – he says baby dose with his mouth but his dick says slut dose. He then prepares three really potent shots. He hands the first and a torniquet to Alan. Alan releases one of the arms and wraps around his brother’s bicep. A: Don’t worry little brother. You’re gonna like this more than smoking. Believe me, it is way better. Don’t you wanna feel good? Nate nodded his head. Alan found a vein and stuck his brother with the needle. It registered and then plunge. A: Now don’t worry. You’re going to feel like you can’t catch your breath. Believe me when I say you can, just slow down and breath. And hold your arm above your head. Alan removed the tourniquet and the teen started coughing up a storm. His arm dangling upwards. Alan reached behind the teen and rubbed his back. Slowly the coughing fit subsided, replaced with oh fuck… oh fuck… oh fuck… from the teen. Nate starts playing with his soft dick that’s now leaking precum. A: Yeah, see I told you. Way better than smoking. Now just hold up, we get ours now. Alan strips down naked and Marcus loses his boxers. Marcus hit Alan and then hit himself. The strong shots made both men grunt as they felt the rush. Alan is still hard from staring down at his younger brother. Marcus was back to a half erection. Alan walked right up to his brother’s head. He tilts Nate’s face toward his dick and then walks forward until his head makes contact with Nate’s mouth. A: Open up Nate tries to say something but isn’t making any sense. A: Open up little bro. Nate opens his mouth slightly and Alan pushes his head into the opening. Nate can taste the saltiness of his brother’s precum. With a slight push forward, Alan pushes half of his 7.5 dick into Nate’s warm mouth. Marcus gets between the teen’s legs again and starts rimming him again. This made Nate moan and open his mouth wider. Alan takes advantage and shoves his entire length into the mouth and throat. Alan is feeling amazing but he knows what will make him feel even more amazing. A: Hey Marcus, lets trade spots. I need to get in that ass. M: Okay, I’m down to watch you drill your little brother. You sick fuck. Marcus gets to his feet and trades spots with Alan. Marcus shoves his dick into the open mouth. Alan is now standing between Nate’s legs. He stares at the slightly used hole glistening with spit and cum. His dick was hard as can be and pointing right at his brother’s hole. Alan gets close and his head is touching Nate’s opening, head half slipped in. He stares right into his brother’s eyes. He was there but not necessarily there mentally. A: hey Marcus, pull out a minute. Okay, Nate I wanna hear how much you want this? N: I want it. I need it. Give it to me bro. A: What do you want? I want you to say it. N: I want your dick in me. I want you to fuck me. Alan smiles. A: you want me to drill you down and cum in you like a good little whore? N: I need it in me. I feel so empty. I need your cum in me. That is all that Alan wants or needs to hear. Just when his hole is starting to close up, Alan slams his dick straight into the poor teen’s hole. Alan proceeded to fuck his brother like a ragdoll. Hold him in place and piston fuck him until he wanted to move around a bit. The new bottom was already high in the clouds and not landing anytime soon. He unties the teen’s legs and puts them on his shoulders. He pounds like that for 15 minutes straight. He goes around and unties the teen’s arms. He can now move as he will. Nate needed help walking over to the bed. Alan throws his brother down on the bed on his stomach. He jumps on back and starts fucking him from behind. He’s holding on to his brother, whispering bits of encouragement in his ear. A: that’s it bitch. Feel my thick dick in your hole? You can take it. You can take all of it. You’re doing great. I love you brother. … I’m getting close. Where do you want my load? N: Breed me. I want your babies swimming in me. A: Fuck yeah, your just as fucked up as I am. You little slut. Ugh, ahhhhh ahhhhhhh Alan slams into the teen with all his might. He kisses the back of Nate’s neck. A: Oh gawd, I needed that. Alan pulls out of his brother and stands up. He bends down slightly to slap the teen’s right ass cheek. Alan looks around the room and notices that 2 of the guys had come into the room. Marcus must have let them in during his fuck. There was another black guy named Terry. He has a ripped athletic body and showing off his 8 inch dick. The last guy is a Latino guy named Rogelio. He has more of an average body type but is showing off an impressive 10 inch dick. Alan watch as his friends laid their pipe into his younger brother. He had asked them to not go over the top, afterall, he was his brother. Sunday comes along and the four friends had beaten the teen into complete submission. They shot him up two more times and given him a total of 15 loads over that weekend. Four of those loads were from his brother. When they finally got home Sunday evening, Alan put Nate down on his bed to rest and hopefully fall asleep. Nate had done well and made some friends for life. Monday morning comes along and Nate is acting like nothing happened, that they were still the loving family that with healthy boundaries they were the week prior. Alan had woken up earlier and made some eggs. They sat at the kitchen table in silence for a while. Neither one knowing what to says. It is Alan that breaks the silence. A: Hey bro, how are you feeling? N: How am I feeling? How would you feel if you had gotten high and let 3 strangers and brother fuck you up the ass? A: Honestly I’d love that. I don’t know about you but probably have my ass hurt a little. N: Okay, I have to admit it was fun. But you are right. My ass does hurt a little. They both laugh and the tension is defused. A: Best way to get it used to the fucking is more fucking. Wanna hit a bowl and ride my dick? N: oh fuck yeah. Can we try it the other way? I wanna your hot ass too. A: Of course. We both should go through it. Fair is fair. Now the brothers are back to being the closest they have ever been. They are back to being inseparable. They are as close as lovers can get. They eventually move out of their family home and moved in with Marcus. Now they parTy and fuck as often as they can.

Drew’s Dad has been with us several times when I’ve seeded our boy. It’s a new thing for him and Drew so I’m not pushing him too hard. He was with us last night. I put Drew on his belly and mounted him. His Dad was fully erect so I got off Drew and strongly encouraged him to just lie on top of Drew and just rub his cock on Drew’s arse. He was hesitant but he did it and soon I could see he was thrusting his cock between Drew’s cheeks. I gripped his balls and told him to cum. He shot his load over Drew’s arse which I lapped up. Drew loved it and I could tell his Dad enjoyed it. I’m confident that the next time we get together I’ll persuade his Dad to actually fuck him.

Yesterday I was needing cock and cum bad. So I went to my usual spots Grindr, bbrts, looking for some men to flood my hole. I found a guy on Grindr 5’ 8” 190lbs of muscle and a nice 8” cock with a curve to the left. I was at work when we started talking but made plans to meet afterwards which he didn’t mind since he wanted to fuck me after he went to the gym. He got to my place around 5:30 in a tank top and a tent in his gym shorts. We made out as he guided me to the couch and pushed my head to his musty crotch. I only got to blow him a few minutes before he pulled me up and positioned me on the couch and rammed his cock inside me. It was a little painful but luckily I loosened and lubed a bit before he got there. After about 5 minutes he says he’s cumming but he doesn’t stop fucking. About another 10-15 minutes goes by and again he says he’s cumming and he repeated the process 4 times. He had said the gym made him super horny and clearly wasn’t lying lol. After his 5th load he finally started to get soft and slid out my super wet hole, each load was clearly a decent size cuz it started dripping down my leg as I led him out. All in all it was just what I was needing a hot guy, multiple loads and all in about an hour’s worth of time

Long time reader, first time contributor. Hope you enjoy, this is a mostly true story. ____________________________________________________________________ I was 22 years old before I understood that I was gay. I put that fully on my repressed religious upbringing where even mentioning "sex" was [banned word] in my house. But once I discovered what those odd feelings in my gut meant when I saw a large bulge, or a strong, masculine man, it was not long before I was spending a lot of time searching for encounters with men that would bring me the kind of satisfaction I had been craving. At first, I wasn't very picky at all, and my desperation for sex overshadowed any other thoughts I had about the guys I met. And I will admit that my naivete was probably a turn-on for some of the older men who were all too happy to take advantage of me. It was very obvious after one or two meet-ups that I was a bottom, and knowing just enough about gay history, I knew that condoms were important and that I should never hook up without them. I was still on my parents' insurance so there was no way I could get prep without them knowing, and since I wasn't "out" to them yet, condom sex was really the only option I could think of. The next year, I was almost finished with college, but my studies weren't going especially well, at least in part because of all the time I spent looking for sex. I eventually found a couple of regulars but even still, I was almost constantly searching for more. We always used condoms. One night, I had a few drinks in my dorm room which made me horny so I messaged one of the guys, Jake, to see what he was up to. After a few minutes, he responded that he was already going to meet up with someone that night. I figured that meant no time for me and started looking for some porn to jack off too when another message came through. "He says it'd be hot if you came over too. What do you think?" I had never been with more than one guy before and was a little nervous about it, but I said that would be fun if he could pick me up on the way since I had been drinking. A short while later, I got the message to head outside and get in the car. The drive was quiet, my nerves were getting the better of me, but I was committed at that point since I couldn't make my own way back to the dorms. The house we pulled up to was out of the way, tucked in a quiet corner of a rural neighborhood. After we parked, Jake sent a quick message on his phone and we headed up to the door which opened just before we got there. The man standing in the doorway was older, probably in his 50s, but in decent shape. His head was shaved and he had a short beard, but what really caught my attention was the fact that he wasn't wearing any pants. He had answered the door in a pair of black briefs that did nothing to hide the large bulge in his pants. I couldn't take my eyes off it, and he chuckled, "Guess you like what you see? Come in already." Jake and I walked inside and the man introduced himself as Tim and offered us each a drink. Still nervous, and now embarrassed that he had caught me staring, I took him up on his offer and he poured me a stiff whiskey coke which I downed pretty quickly. There was some of the typical smalltalk while Tim waited for me to calm down a bit, and every once in a while, he would give Jake a look, some sort of exchange happening without words. Pretty soon, Jake came over to me and started pulling on my shirt. Loosened up by the drink, I started to get into it and was happy when he started to kiss me passionately. Kissing always gets me going like nothing else and it wasn't long before both of us were naked, exploring each others bodies with our hands. Tim sat down close to us, stroking himself lightly and every once in a while he'd say something like "yeah, that's hot" or even just slight moans. Jake pushed me down on the couch and guided my mouth to his dick which had grown to its full 7 inches. I don't have great oral skills, but I always try my best. Jake held onto my head and tried to fuck my mouth, making me gag at the intrusion but he was getting nice and wet from my spit. I could taste the light saltiness of his precum on my tongue and eagerly slurped it down, swallowing what was there. I knew there wasn't much risk of anything just from sucking him. After a few more minutes of that, he told me to lay down and positioned himself between my legs. He grabbed a condom from his pants, rolled it onto his dick, and lined himself up with my hole. Tim stood up and walked over to me. The bulge I had seen earlier was nothing compared to what I was seeing now. That thing had to be over 9 inches, way more than I had ever had before. He reached under my head with a pillow to help me keep it up more and then guided my mouth to his cock. Jake and Tim both started to push into me at the same time and soon I was opening up on both ends. I had never felt anything like that before and I found myself so turned on that I started moaning, clearly enjoying the treatment. "Yeah, just like that. You like taking both of us? Fuck him Jake," Tim said. I could see Jake grinning and he pushed all the way in, bottoming out inside my ass and giving me that full feeling I loved. He started to move in and out of me, increasing speed until he found a good rhythm. I kept sucking Tim, trying to get more and more of him into my mouth and massaging his balls. Whenever I drink, I turn into the guy who gets worried whether everyone in the room is having a good time, and I wanted to make sure that he was enjoying it as much as I was so I sucked him with enthusiasm. We kept this up for a few minutes when suddenly Jake stopped, and pulled out abruptly. "Crap, the condom broke." He pulled the condom off and held it up, it had clearly split at the end. As he did this, the tip of his raw dick dropped and ended up pressed lightly against my hole, but he didn't make a move to push it in. It felt... so good! As he moved, it rubbed against my opening, slick with lube and spit. I started to feel even more turned on than before but wasn't sure what to do next. "Do you have another?" I asked tentatively. "You guys have fucked before, right?" Tim asked. "I don't have any condoms in the house, do you really want to stop?" Jake let out an involuntary whimper, just enough for me to hear, and pushed just a little towards me. In my drunken state, I was finding it hard to concentrate through the sensations of his dick against my hole and let out a moan despite myself. "We don't have to keep going..." Jake offered, but it was clear that's not what he wanted. All this time, he was still rubbing against my hole, which was driving me into a frenzy, and the scent of Tim's cock still right in front of my face wasn't helping. "Uh... it's fine. Don't stop." I gave in. Jake looked up at Tim with a big grin and immediately pushed all the way inside me. I couldn't believe how easy it was to take him all the way. I opened up like never before. And the feeling... it was a whole new experience. I had never considered that it might feel different without a condom but this was amazing. I gasped in ecstasy and my hole involuntarily clenched around him. "Oh my god, that feels so good man! Your hole is so much better like this." Jake started fucking me harder, getting closer and closer to cumming. Tim pushed back into my mouth and I was overcome by all the sensations. I think I kind of blacked out for a bit, not sure if it was the booze, the sex, or some combination of both, but I lost all track of time. Suddenly, Jake started to tense up and he sped up his rhythm. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" He said, still pounding away at my hole. "Do it, fuck his ass!" Tim encouraged him. Next thing I knew, Jake groaned loudly and pushed all the way in, holding tight to my hips and shaking. I could feel his cock twitching inside me and knew that he was cumming. All at once, it was like something broke inside me, and I knew that I would be chasing that feeling for the rest of my life. It was so much better than any sex I had had up to that point, and I loved the feeling of him leaking inside me. "You did great, boy." Tim patted me on the head as he started to move around to Jake. He grabbed Jakes shoulders and slowly pulled him back, his cock slipping out of me with a slight pop. "My turn." I started to get up. I didn't know anything about Tim and I wasn't sure that I wanted him to be inside me bareback, but Jake gently pushed me back down and said "It's ok, you're going to love it." Tim lined up against my hole and started to push. I clenched against the intrusion, worried about the risk with a complete stranger, but my hole was weak from Jake's fucking and it slowly started opening up despite my best efforts. "That's it, open up for me. Just let me in, it'll be so good." Tim's persistence started to pay off and the tip of his dick passed through my first sphincter. I tried again to pull away but he and Jake were holding onto me and I couldn't move enough to get him out of me. I tried pushing him out with my ass, but when I did Tim leaned forward and another couple inches of him slid into me. "Nice, that feels amazing. Keep pushing like that!" I started to feel dizzy and between that and the amazing sensation in my ass, I couldn't help but moan and my head fell back onto the pillow. "Yeah, that's good. Just relax, you can take it all," Tim sighed as he continued pushing his length into me. I could feel myself opening up and between the lube, spit, and Jake's cum still inside me, it wasn't long before Tim was as far as he could go. Or so I thought... "Hold on boy, there's still more," he almost whispered and he shifted his hips against me. I could feel the pressure building inside of me and thought I was going to be split in two, when suddenly something inside me moved and the pressure released. I yelped at the new sensation and Tim said "Fuck! That's it, I'm past the curve now." Jake cheered him on, rubbing my head and trying to reassure me. "Boy, that ass feels so good and I'm so deep, not gonna last long. Jake, you lubed him up good for me," Tim said and started rocking his hips against me, sliding easily in and out of my slick ass. My brain felt like it was short-circuiting, like I couldn't form full thoughts against the feelings deep inside me. And as much as I didn't want to admit it, I loved the way it felt. Tim was bigger than anyone I had ever had, and the full feeling I got with him all the way inside me was intoxicating. "Mmph, nice and broken in now! Feel how wet that is? You've got a lot of my precum in you already, and I'm gonna put this load so deep in you, it's never coming out! After this, you'll never want to use a condom again," Tim tried to take his time, pausing frequently to try and hold off his orgasm, but all the talk along with the feeling in my ass was clearly getting him worked up. Pretty soon, he stopped talking and his breathing got heavy. "Oh fuck... here it comes!" Tim grabbed my throat, looked deep into my eyes, and with one final thrust, he pushed all the way in again and I could feel that pulse of his muscles contracting, shooting his cum deep inside me. He collapsed down onto my chest and I realized I had cum at some point during the fucking. I had been so carried away I didn't even notice. I was completely overwhelmed after taking two loads inside me, but I knew that Tim was right and I would probably never use a condom again. Still inside me, Tim leaned forward and forced his tongue into my mouth, kissing me fiercely. I couldn't help but get into it and soon I was kissing him back just as passionately. After a few minutes, he had softened enough that he slipped out of me, but before he stood up, he leaned in and whispered just to me, "Jake should be thanking you, you saved him tonight. I just pumped a massive 7-day toxic load deep inside you, knocked you up good boy. Your ass is mine forever." The End

Update from Folsom- its raining again- yesterday as well. Its all a bit much - leather, Uniforms -amazing. I bought a little gear but these men are serious but not very sexy carring an umbrella ! LOL -- hopefully it clears up. Laboratory -Naked night- i thought i got in line a bit late at 8:30 -- 9pm is door open-there were like 400 men in front of and 400 behind - and it never ended when i left a bit early at least 500 more men waiting to get inside by cut off time. Lab has sure changed- the area has been expanded and more play areas - and and an outdoor space i never saw in Winter. the same darkroom win at the old entry area was hopping -it was hopping all over-- but honestly lots of men naked just standing or sitting around more than the fucking. But its a tops delight- holes everywhere and guys who would probably never bat you a smile bent over taking all cock all night. It was sensory overload. i didn't stay long -and wanted to catch last train back to hotel in Gay area 40 min away so. i left and then wen to Bull - took a few more loads - so crowded but whew those bottoms are rough and testy -i love it tho-its a very 70s/80s throwback nothing like it the world. I went to Scheune. Bar --like Bull but backroom downstairs- not as big a bit tight but had some fun -made out with a leather guy and offered hole. I also wen to Duplexx XXX which is basically a daytime sex club- wow-that was a scence took a few cocks naked in one of the rooms but most guys were just trolling about- it was fun but could be better but i think those places are hit or miss. Friday- not sure what's on program- will skip Testosterone the opening night- Saturday is the original HorseFair in early evening for markes 530pm but also the PIG event party at 9pm i'm going to try to do both so tonight will try to keep it easy save up some energy for tomorrow. Getting in at 3am is hard on the system and still horny as fuck. I'm going to probably do Scheune and Bull again tonight . Oh I forgot i did Tiergarten - Wed night- it was packed but alot of standing around- got fucked in one of the toilets- in complete darkness but tennis table were active just a bit most guys just walking about like zombies but wow packed on a Wed night- admit it was warm night and clear. I may do that tonight wear boots if the ground is bit muddy. Wish me luck- can't wait for PIG -its going to be sensory overload- i wish i come younger when i had more stamina- my old soul will just float around. As i always say ITS TOO MUCH!!!

My hole was insatiable tonight so finally decided to take an anon load. Blindfolded, naked, on all fours, doors unlocked. Drunk guy came over, smelling of the bars, and he rimmed my hole and then mounted me. Really gave me a good fuck and then shot a huge load inside me. Then he kept fucking me for a while churning it until he wordlessly got up, put his clothes on, and left. Never saw his face. Never even got a face pic. Eating his load from my hole now. So good.

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Just left. fuck. i feel like when He fucks me it's like a conquest, and when He unloads in me, He is occupying conquered territory. It's not like He fucks in an aggressive way, although He's all muscle, and He goes between deep grinding and hard pounding, but i feel His intent to possess, and He always does possess me.

I took my last two loads on Saturday last 8/23/25. It was a hook up off off grindr. I started talking with this hot guy and after 10 mins he sends me his location and tells me he can host. I drove about 15 minutes and arrived at his place and we immediately go into his bedroom. He brings up status right away asking if I was negative and on prep. I told him yes. He replied the reason I ask is. He was positive and detectable. I was put off at first. He said that he understood if I wanted to leave. But I stayed. I liked the guy and I figured we'd talk awhile and the mood would pass. But it didn't, he pulled out his uncut cock, it was very nice, about 6-7 inches but as thick as a coke can. I started suck him. After a 5 or so minutes, he got up and started pulling off my pants. Before I knew it my ass was in the air and he squirted some lube and he slid right in. It felt amazing. He fucked me doggy while then rolled me over holding my legs high in the air and started pounding me again. We fucked like that awhile then he pulled out and turned around pushed my legs down folded me all most in half and pushed his cock in my again and started raising up and down. Few minutes later he turned around grabbed my ankles. He entered me and said I'm all most there. I said Ok. He then thrusted deep and moaned. He gave me a four day load. We talked about 15 minutes or so and asked if I would drive him to the store so I did. While he went in I stayed in the car waiting. I could feel his load running out of my ass, it was a huge turn on. He got back into the car and I told him. He thought it was so hot. He made a phone call and was talking with the person then asked if I would take him there. So I did. He told me to come up to the apt. with him. When we got to the door the guy answered and we went in. The guy was a friend of my new friend and wasn't long we were all naked. I was sucking of the first guy and the new guy was barebacking me. He was about 7" cut to very nice head on him. Ted was the first guys name he tells me Manny (the new guy) was newly positive with a HVL. The words are barely out of his mouth when Manny cums deep in my ass. We spend the rest of the day fucking. I got two more loads from each. It was a great fun filled day. We already made plans for next weekend. Can't wait.

Jake’s latest trip to Berlin was nothing short of a pig’s paradise. The moment he stepped off the plane, the city’s pulsing energy filled him with an insatiable hunger for the depraved sexual adventures that awaited him. As he strutted off the airplane, jockstrap hugging his hips, he realized it had now been five hours without a cock filling him up and that had to be fixed. He knew exactly where he needed to go. The closest men’s bathroom was his first stop, a place where he could ease into the city's vibe. The scent of sex and piss hit him like a warm, familiar embrace as he walked in. The bathroom was a cesspool of depravity, and he felt right at home. Standing at the urinal, shorts low enough for his tattoo to show, he was advertising. Within minutes, he was approached by a scruffy college student, who couldn’t resist the allure of Jake’s "fuck me" tattoo. The man's eyes widened with hunger as he took in Jake's lean body and inviting ass. Without a word, the stranger grabbed him and pushed him into a stall. Jake eagerly dropped to his knees, ready to serve. The student whipped out his cock, already hard and leaking precum. Jake took it in his mouth, savoring the taste of pre-flight nerves and the thrill of the unknown. He sucked greedily, feeling the stranger's hand gripping at his hair and forcefully guiding his movements. The student groaned, and Jake knew he had found a worthy first cock for his Berlin adventure. After the student had fucked him hard and left his hole dripping, Jake was ready to go. He headed downstairs to meet up with his friend who had come to pick him up. Jake headed to their usual meeting spot, the main floor's bathroom where he saw his piggy friend eagerly waiting and received another fresh load deep in his eager hole. They headed out to the car and Jake saw another friend waiting. He had barely gotten in the car before the third man had his dick out, and Jake's ass was in the air, receiving yet another sloppy, raw fucking on the back seat. The car's interior was sticky with lust as the driver watched the two fuck, filling Jake’s ass with a third thick load. Not even in the country for 10 minutes and already experiencing Germany’s finest hospitality. The next day, Jake woke up in a friend’s squalid apartment, his body sticky and reeking of cum. He didn't even bother to shower before heading out to the train tracks, a notorious cruising spot. The thrill of exhibitionism was a potent aphrodisiac for him, and he craved the attention of strangers watching him be used like the whore he was. As he stumbled along the tracks, feeling the vibrations of approaching trains, a group of burly, hairy daddies emerged from the shadows. They were exactly what Jake had been dreaming of – tall, muscular, and smelling of sweat and desire. They circled him like hungry predators, their eyes gleaming with lust. He knew what was coming and couldn’t wait. One by one, they took him, each one more aggressive and piggy. Jake’s tight hole was stretched and pounded, his screams of pleasure echoing through the industrial wasteland. The sound of trains rushing by only heightened the intensity of the gang rape. The men used his body with no regard for his comfort, pushing him to his limits. They didn’t care who saw or heard, they were too consumed by their own desires. Cum filled Jake's ass as they came inside him, one after another. The feeling of being bred was intoxicating, and he begged for more. They fisted him, slapped his ass, and spat in his mouth, and he loved every second of it. People, cars, trains all passing by, seeing the boy gutted and gaped. The pain and humiliation were his currency, his way of feeling truly alive. For the next few days, Jake threw himself into the Berlin pig scene. Each night was a blur of drugs, sweat, and cum. He attended parties where he was passed around, his body used and abused in every imaginable way. His moans and screams were music to the ears of the perverts that surrounded him, and his ass was never empty. He was pissed on, fisted, and even had his CBT limits pushed. Yet, he never once said no, living up to his reputation as an insatiable bottom. In the dimly lit dungeons and back alleys, Jake found his true happiness, a place where his desires were not just accepted but celebrated. The rawness of the encounters, the lack of boundaries, and the pure, animalistic passion of the men around him brought him to a level of ecstasy that nothing else could match. Then came his time to shine at the infamous Lab. oratory, the mecca of extreme sexual debauchery that drew in the most voracious pigs from around the globe. A place where Jake felt most at home. The anticipation had him trembling with excitement, his pink little hole still leaking cum from the days before. He eagerly anticipated the raw, unbridled fucking he was about to receive. Jake patiently waited in line to get in and was wearing the required all black, but still managed to be in assless shorts letting his infamous tattoo be seen. The cool night air caressed his exposed cheeks and the scent of his musky desire filled the atmosphere around him. As he waited, Jake noticed the two towering figures approaching from the front of the line. The first was a bearish daddy, his thick beard and muscular build a stark contrast to Jake's lean, youthful form. The second man was a bit shorter but equally as hairy and muscular, with a sadistic twinkle in his eye. They were the kind of men who knew exactly what they wanted and took it without apology. As they approached the taller one, a German heavyweight with a deep, gruff accent, spotted Jake's ass and smirked. He leaned in and whispered something to his friend, who chuckled darkly. They both knew Jake by reputation, having seen his pictures and videos circulating in the underground kink scene. The shorter man gave Jake's ass a firm slap, and the crowd parted before them as they approached. "Pig royalty like you don't wait in lines," the tall daddy growled, his grip firm grabbing Jake's jockstrap. "Let's get that cunt wrecked." The crowd's reaction was a mix of awe and envy as they recognized Jake. Some had seen his work before, while others had only heard the legend of the insatiable bottom from New York. They murmured to each other, knowing that tonight would be one for the history books. The two men didn't even bother to ask Jake's consent; they simply claimed him as their own, pulling him out of line and into the club. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, and the bouncers nodded in recognition as the trio passed. Inside, the club was a maze of leather, chains, and sweaty, half-dressed men, all looking for their next conquest. The air was thick with the scent of sex and lust. As they entered the dimly lit space, the music pounded like a heartbeat, the bass resonating through Jake's body. The lights played off the chrome surfaces, creating an industrial, almost dystopian, atmosphere. The walls were lined with various play areas, each more extreme than the last. The crowd was a sea of naked and leather-clad, muscled men, all watching the new arrivals with hunger in their eyes. Jake had been to extreme places before, but there was always something about his first steps into the Lab. oratory that sent a shiver down his spine. It was the kind of club that didn't just push boundaries—it obliterated them. The two daddies led him to a raised platform in the center of one of the main rooms, where a group of equally rough-looking men were already waiting, their cocks out and ready. Jake recognized a few immediately where they had indeed fucked him before, in various cities and at various underground events. They knew of his limitless urge to please, and they were eager to show him off to the others. They didn't bother with small talk, securing him to the St. Andrew's Cross with thick, heavy chains. The crowd gathered around, hungry for the show. They saw his “Fuck Me” tattoo and whispers and screams passed through the crowd as they had all heard tales of the New York bottom's insatiable appetite for pain and pleasure. They weren't about to miss out on watching him in action. Once secured, the shorter daddy stepped forward, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He unbuckled his leather pants, revealing his rock-hard, uncut cock. The crowd eagerly watched as the music seemed to fade into the background as he approached Jake. He didn't bother with a warm-up, just a quick swipe of spit to lubricate his shaft before plunging into the young man's eager hole. Jake let out a guttural moan, his eyes rolling back in his head as the crowd watched with rapt attention. He loved being so exposed, so used, and so utterly alive. Music blasting, all eyes on him, and a daddy's thick cock stretching him to his limits, filling him completely. After a few rough minutes of warm up, the taller one began to fist Jake's ass, his huge tattooed knuckles and arms disappearing deeper inside as Jake's hole gaped open. The two men took turns fucking and fisting Jake, using his body as their personal playground. They didn't hold back, pushing him to the brink of pain and pleasure. They used his nipples piercings as handles, tugging and pulling as they pounded into him, making him scream with every thrust. Tugging roughly at his guiche while their rough fists slid in and out. His ass was a canvas for their sadistic artistry, a symbol of his submission to their will. As the night went on, Jake was passed around from one depraved pig to the next, each one taking his turn to claim the infamous bottom. He was spat on, pissed on, and covered in sweat. His body was pushed to its absolute limits, and he reveled in every moment of it. The crowd watched, some jerking off, others eagerly waiting their turn. The Lab.oratory was a sprawling maze of dark, damp rooms, each one more depraved than the last and Jake had seen them all. The walls were lined with slings, St. Andrew’s crosses, and various BDSM equipment, the air thick with the scent of sweat, piss, and the musky aroma of male arousal. The lighting was dim, casting eerie shadows across the bare, industrial space, with strobe lights piercing through to illuminate the carnage of pleasure happening within. The sound of grunts, slaps, and whips filled the air. Everything a pig could want and more was located deep in that paradise. Jake continued to pass from room to room, his jockstrap covered in other men’s filth, barely containing his abused and swollen cock and balls. The tattoo across his ass cheeks was an open invitation to any man who dared to read it. In every new room he was met with a cacophony of crude catcalls and whistles greeting him, as if the very air was alive with the lust of the men who spotted him. He made his way through the throngs of horny, hairy daddies, their eyes hungrily devouring his youthful body. Each man he passed was more massive and muscular than the last, their furry chests, beefy arms, and ripe pits a testament to the kind of power and dominance that made his knees quiver and his heart race. He found his way to the back, where a particularly nasty-looking daddy with a thick, uncut cock was already pounding away at a squealing pig in a sling. The sight of the older man’s powerful strokes made Jake’s mouth water and his leaking hole clench in anticipation. Over the next two days, Jake was passed around like a piece of prime meat at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He was face-fucked, spit on, pissed in, and fisted without a single complaint. His tight, smooth hole was stretched beyond belief as one after another, the muscular daddies took turns plunging their raw, sweaty cocks, arms, feet, and more deep inside him. Each time he was filled with hot, sticky cum, he begged for more, his voice hoarse from the constant screams of pleasure and pain. One particularly memorable encounter was with a beastly daddy who loved to play with Jake’s sensitive feet. The man had a thick, furry chest and a cock that was a monster in and of itself. He bound Jake’s wrists to the sling, his ankles spread wide and fastened in the air. The man proceeded to tickle, lick, and suck his toes and every inch of his feet while pounding into him without mercy. The mix of pleasure and pain had Jake writhing and squirming, his toes curling and uncurling in ecstasy. Another time, he found himself in a public area of the club, where a group of men were playing a game of piggy poker. The stakes? Each player took turns fucking Jake’s ass while the others cheered and jeered, betting on who could make Jake scream the loudest or which man would cum the fastest. Jake was a trooper, enduring round after round of rough, anonymous sex, his body a canvas for the men to claim and mark as they saw fit. But it was the fisting that truly set Jake’s soul on fire. A burly, bear-like daddy, with a beard so thick it could hide small animals, took Jake into a cage while others watched. The man’s fists and thick, hairy arms were like sledgehammers, and the way he stretched and filled Jake’s ass was nothing short of divine. He worked his way deep inside Jake’s already gaped cunt until he was bicep deep. He would swap arms, throwing deep punches just to watch Jake scream. The pain was intense, but the feeling of fullness and submission was heavenly. In between the hardcore sessions, Jake took part in some milder kinks, like cruising the dark rooms with his mouth full of cock, getting used like a human urinal by a line of desperate, leaking [banned word], and having his smooth skin scribbled on with permanent markers by men who claimed him as their property. For Jake, the night was a blur of sensations—the sting of a flogger, the bite of a zipper, the sweet pain of a needle. But through it all, he remained in a state of ecstasy, his moans and cries echoing through the club. As the sun began to rise on the second day, Jake stumbled out of Lab. oratory, his body bruised and his hole gaping, feeling utterly and completely used. The Berlin streets were quiet, but the memories of the filthy piggy fun he’d had were anything but. His journey had taken him to new heights of depravity, and he couldn’t wait for his next trip to indulge in the city’s sinful delights once more. As Jake got ready to head back to New York, his body showed signs of Berlin’s wear. His skin was bruised, his ass unbelievably sore, and his throat was raw from screaming and deep-throating. But his spirit was unbroken. He was a pig through and through, and Berlin was his heaven. The city had claimed him once again, and he knew he would return, eager to dive back into the depths of its depraved underbelly. As he boarded the plane to leave, his ass still leaking cum and his heart racing from the experiences, Jake couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. But it was a bittersweet feeling, because he knew that his Berlin adventures would only make him crave more, and he had the rest of his life to seek out the darkest, most extreme piggy playgrounds the world had to offer.

I am in a long-term sexual relationship with my cousin. We started playing together as kids. I was 12 and he was 14. My mother caught us a couple of times. She found us naked in bed sucking each other's cocks. She also saw me being fucked later on. Mom never said anything. I only started acting slutty after she caught us. I was okay with my mother seeing how much I enjoyed being fucked. I've been getting horny AF since I was a kid, and it's still the same way now. My cousin got turned on even more—he got a hard-on as a kid from the idea of fucking her really hard—after she watched me get fucked. My cousin is married already for years. But still we fuck from time to time. Its my cousin, family - who is my longest sex parner. Its 30 years now 🙂

I love this topic 🤣 Apart from a few guys my age from my town or school, I started be into guys only since 2024. I've done with a group of fuckfriends and then 3 times in sauna. This year I got more action during holidays in Ibiza and Germany At the moment my body count is 45

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

Sorry for the delay - here is the continuation of “ Selling my Status” Chapter 2: The Long Week The next seven days were the longest of my life. It was a bizarre purgatory, suspended between my old self and the new one I had so recklessly, chemically agreed to become. The morning after my visit to Matt’s, I woke up with a crushing headache and a dry, chemical taste in my mouth. The memories of the night flooded back in a nauseating wave: the smoke, the commands, the camera’s unblinking eye, the toilet swirling with my future. A sharp, cold panic seized me. What had I done? I scrambled for my phone, my fingers trembling as I opened my banking app. The rational part of my brain, the part that was screaming, knew it was a scam. There would be no money. I had just thrown away my health for a drug-fueled fantasy and a promise from a stranger. But the balance was there. Not the $50,000, but a pending wire transfer for $10,000. A subject line: Good faith. Don’t disappoint me. The panic didn't vanish, but it mutated. It was now tangled with a terrifying, thrilling sense of commitment. It was real. The money was real. He was real. The days that followed were a study in cognitive dissonance. By daylight, I was a normal guy. I went to work at my bland office job, answered emails, attended meetings. I was quiet, withdrawn. My colleagues must have thought I was coming down with something. In a way, I was. I was incubating. But inside, a constant, low hum of anxiety and… anticipation… thrummed through me. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart leapt into my throat. It was never him. He was silent, letting the tension build. He owned the silence as much as he owned the promise. My body felt different. Without the daily ritual of the blue pill, I felt raw, exposed, vulnerable. I’d catch myself staring into space, imagining what it would feel like. The conversion. The moment of transmission. The thought should have horrified me. And it did. But late at night, alone in my bed, it was the only thing that could bring me to a shuddering, shame-filled climax. I was becoming the character I’d played for his camera. On the fifth day, a package arrived at my door. No return address. Inside was a single, small box of a popular brand of protein bars. Taped to the inside of the lid was a negative test result. His. Recent. And a note, scrawled on thick, expensive cardstock: *Getting everything ready for you. Be clean. Be ready. *- M* The message was clear. The transaction was proceeding. He was confirming his own status to assure the "purity" of the product. I was the product. The finality of it, the clinical coldness mixed with the dark intimacy, left me breathless. I slid to the floor, the test result in my hand, and cried. I wasn't sure if they were tears of fear or of relief.

I'd worship you ❤️

I started getting fucked and taking loads in my early 20's, and it was very easy for me to get loads not only because I was young and in good shape, but because I was also very masculine. In those days bottoming was seen as something for the effeminate guys, while the masculine guys were supposed to be the tops. I would usually walk around the place, sauna or YMCA, and guys would notice me, and follow me into my room. In those days top and bottom wasn't a thing, maybe active/passive, so once inside my room I would get them horny by letting them touch my muscles and my masculine demeanour. I used to feel very masculine while presenting myself as a bottom, and felt proud about it because it helped me get loads. There's something very sexy about a young masculine bottom.

With daily PrEP dosing, the side effects often lessen or disappear after taking it regularly for 2-4 weeks, as your body adjusts to it. Descovy is reported to have fewer side effects. If you don't take it consistently, it is possible to seroconvert, and this is a bad idea because that can result in the virus becoming resistant to the drugs in PrEP. It is better to use the "on demand" dosing described by @Pozzible, or to use the new bimonthly injectable PrEP. @Pozzible's explanation of "on demand" PrEP (2-1-1) is exactly right. The first dose must be taken between 2 and 24 hours before sex, and the other 2 doses at 24 hour intervals after that.

I have never flirted or been flirted by the staff, I always just thought it was off limits. Honestly I am face down ass up, so even if there was a staff member I wouldn't know... Lol. Although the last time I was at Flex, my room was right near the laundry room. I was just getting ass up when two staffers walked by and I heard one say "Damn". A little bit of time and fun had passed, when a real quiet guy walked in closed the door, pretty much just slide in and pounded for about 15 minutes and dumped 2 loads in me, he was pretty endowed as well. As he finished I looked up and seen a person in all black leaving the room. Didn't think much about it, after a few hours I was packing up to go and walking out of the room when a staff member walked by, smiled and said that was a great break time.

What a weekend it was. For some time now, I've been regularly meeting a man I met on Grindr. You could say we're building a relationship. He's a 62-year-old Norwegian (retired and divorced, gay). Maybe I'll write about how we met someday, but currently, our relationship is as follows: we meet mainly on weekends – he lives in another city and usually flies in to see me. This weekend, I went to see him. On Friday, around 3 p.m., he picked me up at the airport. We kissed for a while in the car, and I gave him a little blowjob, but he didn't want to do it because he knows I love a good creampie, so he'd been loading his cum for a few days. when we got to his apartment (he has an apartment in the city center - with several bedrooms and bathrooms) - I immediately went to freshen up after the trip. He joined me in the shower, where we kissed passionately, and finally he inserted his thick, 18-centimeter cock into me. We moved to the bedroom, where we played for several minutes, until he finally ejaculated inside me as I rode him. Then we rested for a while and went to a bar for a drink – my lover loves it when I wear a thong – so he gave me a new, sexy pair and asked me to put them on. After returning from the bar, slightly drunk, we made love again, and once again he ejaculated deeply inside me. In the morning, I woke him up with a BJ, we had breakfast, and we went shopping to get ready, as his friends were visiting us today – mainly to meet me (it wasn't meant to be an orgy – my partner claims I'm the one and he doesn't need any more happiness). His friends also visited us in the evening. They were - a hetero couple in their 60s, very nice and young people in spirit (I am 30), a gay couple in their 40s and one gay friend, 52, also divorced - 190 cm, about 100 kg, very athletic, balding, with a slight beard. As is common at every house party, there was a fair amount of alcohol, questions, and self-talk. My partner hugged me a lot in front of others, and we kissed occasionally—no one had a problem with it, although the single man always looked at us with excitement. I also noticed he was staring at me intently when I bent over and my thong was visible. I also get very horny after drinking, so I decided to be a little provocative. I had to do it discreetly so my boyfriend wouldn't notice. So when this lonely man went out to the balcony to smoke, I followed him, asked for a cigarette, and sat down close to him, so my leg was touching his. We chatted a bit, laughed, and I deliberately leaned over the railing to see my ass, with my thong sticking out, in his direction. He then told me I had a damn sexy ass. I laughed and kissed him on the neck. Then, increasingly under the influence of alcohol, in the apartment or on the balcony, I grabbed him around the crotch a few times, and he grabbed my ass. Everyone wanted to go to sleep, so I cuddled up to my boyfriend and we started kissing. When I found only me in the living room, he and his friend were in the kitchen, I then sat on top of my boyfriend and started rubbing my ass against his cock. He said we were going to bed – for an obvious reason – and the lonely friend was supposed to sleep in the living room. When my boyfriend went to the bathroom, I told the other guy I'd have a quick fuck with my boyfriend and come over when he fell asleep. So we did – in fact, after a few minutes of blowjob, my boyfriend squirted and immediately fell asleep. Then I went out to the living room and told the other guy to go to the balcony. When we got out, he sat on the sofa and I started sucking his cock – it was wonderfully thick, about 17 cm, with a big head. I knew we couldn't risk it, so after a while of blowjob, I took off my cock and sat on it. After a few minutes of sex and kissing, he leaned me against the railing, took my panties aside, and fucked me from behind. When he came, his whole body tensed, and he grabbed my ass like no one had ever done before. We went back to bed, and in the morning, my boyfriend was fucking me in the ass while his friend's cum dripped down my backside.

He wasn’t. Drew has now sucked him off several times. We’ve had a few 3somes where Drew’s Dad and Daddy (me) have shot our loads in his mouth. He’s also watched me fuck Drew a few times. I tell him how good Drew’s arse is and he should try it. Last time I pulled out and guided him towards Drew’s hole. His cock touched Drew’s hole but he backed out at the last second. Drew wants both his Dads to breed him so I’m hoping unit will happen.

Chapter 5 – Todd takes his turn A: OHH fuck. Ohh. Fuuuuck. Ohhh. Ffffff. S: What the fuck was in that? Cum? Who’s cum? T: No, it was just my cum … with a shit ton of T hahaha. You didn’t think tonight was over yet did you? S: Oh wow, how fucked up is he? How much T did he just take up his hole? T: Don’t worry. He just took about a half gram dissolved in 2 of my loads from yesterday. The 2 men turn and look at the boy. He is still squirming and making noises like he was trying to put some words together but couldn’t. All that could be made out was moans of pleasure coming from the boy. Sid reached down and flicked the plug and made the boy squeal a bit as he gyrated on the toy. T: oh good. Looks like he is ready for my meat. He grabbed his 8 inch dick sticking straight at it’s prey. Todd reached and pulled the butt plug out of the bottom. A loud smack sound was heard as the plug was removed. Aiden let out a disheartening low moan as he felt the emptiness. T: Don’t worry. You’ll be full again in just a minute. Todd maneuvered the boy into doggie position and knelt down between the boy’s legs. His tongue attacked the boy’s hole. The hole was gaping a little so there was an easy in getting his tongue into the boy. Todd slobbered all over that hole and got it nice and wet. He tasted a little of his own cum in the boy. The taste only fueled his hunger for the teen’s hole. After a few minutes, Todd got to his feet and aimed his 8 inches to the hole before him. He pushed forward and felt Aiden’s hole softly grip the tip of his dick like a soft glove. T: Oh fuck yeah boy. Your daddy did a great job of opening you up for me. But my meat gets thickest in the middle of my shaft. Let’s see how well you take that? Todd slammed the full length of his dick into the boy. The boy let out a muddled yelp. The bottom gripped the sheets on the bed, looking for something to help stabilized his position. A: Sttt. Sttttttoo. Todd motioned over to Sid with his head. Sid knew what was being asked of him. Sid got on the bed at the boy’s head and shoved his dick into his son’s mouth. Unintelligible noises came from the bottom but nothing that could be made out. After chocking on his daddy’s dick for a while, the teen stopped trying to say anything and kept himself in the ecstasy of the moment. Aiden felt his hole being stretched by the new dick inside of him. It hurt him slightly but his body was yelling to his mind that he needed more and more dick. His mind kept wandering between the big dick in his hole and his daddy’s dick in his mouth, jabbing the back of his throat. He had to admit, he was in bottom heaven, even if it was slightly uncomfortable. Todd continued the doggy style assault on Aiden’s ass for almost 20 minutes straight. Todd pulls out and tells Sid to take his place for a few minutes. Sid moves around to the boy’s ass and turns him over so they are facing each other. He lifts the boy’s legs up and pushes back into his son. Sid takes the time to long dick his son. Back and forth, back and forth. Todd gets up and retrieves his phone. He walks back through the hallway and into the kitchen. He grabs a few bottles of water and 2 gatorades. He cracks open the gatorades and drops some G into the bottles. He measures one out to be x amount in the blue Gatorade and double x amount in the light blue Gatorade. He downs a bottle of water and grabs the remaining water and Gatorade bottles. He walks back into the room and watches the sight before him. Father and son in PNP bliss. He congratulated himself on a plan well executed. He sat the drinks on the small side table next to the party supplies. He opens up the double dosed Gatorade and takes a swig. T: Hey Sid, here catch. Todd walks over to Sid and hands him the same Gatorade. T: Swig, swig, pass. Sid opened the bottle and took 2 big gulps before handing the bottle down to his son. T: Hold on, go ahead and take these with that. Todd takes some pills from the supplies and puts them directly into the boy’s mouth. T: Go ahead and drink now. The boy took the bottle and drank down the pills without a care in the world as to what they were. T: Go ahead and finish the bottle off boy. It’s only half the bottle. You’ll need it the electrolytes for tonight. As the boy is gulping down the last of the Gatorade bottle, Todd is on his phone tapping away on his keyboard. He looks up at the boy. Aiden can see an evil smile on Todd’s face in the glow of the phone. Todd finished his texting and returned to the supplies. He grabs some of he same pills he gave the boy and hand them to Sid. T: Here bro. Take these and let me tag in. The two men change places and Todd is now fucking Aiden with the legs on his shoulders. Todd leans forward and uses his weight to push further into the boy that before. He feels the second ring open right up. Sid takes the other Gatorade and opens it up. He takes the pills given to him with a big swig. It was only after he took the pills that he even thought to ask what he was talking. S: So what was that you gave him? That you gave us? T: Oh mostly the usual. Ecstasy and Cialis. And a small homemade capsule with some special K in it. S: what? T: Oh don’t worry about it. It’s just a small amount. Just like taking a good dose of G. I just wanted to both to be feeling good when the guys come around. S: The guys? I thought was were keeping this a small event. T: A good special always needs a special encore. Todd turns his attention back to the boy under him. As he fucked, the boys dick and balls would just bounce with the rhythm. The teen’s dick was leaking precum like crazy. Todd used his fingers to scoop some up and feed them to the boy. The bottom suckled on the fingers pushed into his mouth. He starred back at Todd with saucers in his eyes. The boy was flying so high. Todd wondered if he even realized who was fucking him at the moment. Todd picked up his pace and was slapping into the twink with full force. Noises could be heard form Aiden but nothing in words; more like instinctual grunts. T: I just love stretching a new boy out with my thicker dick. Todd grabbed the boy by his waist and pushed as far as he could into the boy. He released volley after volley of cum into the boy. He collapsed onto the boy for a moment. Once his dick had finished releasing his seed, he pulled out and reinserted the plug. T: Go ahead and take Aiden over to the shower so he can clean off. We should have about 20 or so until the pills kick in. The guys should be over by then too. Sid helped his son to his feet. The boy was slightly unsteady and threw his arms over his Daddy to walk. Sid guided his boy to the bathroom attached to the playroom. Chapter 6 – Cleaning Up Sid helped his son into the walk-in shower. Once both were inside the shower, Sid turned the knob and the water starts to flow. Minor adjustments needed to get the perfect warm but not hot temperature. Sid grabs a luffa and some body wash and starts lathering. He starts to wash his son’s body off. Sid cant help but feel like this is just as intimate as when they fucked. There he was, washing his adult son like a close lover. He lathered his neck, his chest, his arms, working his way down. He goes down all the way down to his legs. Sid is on his knees lathering away when he notices his son is starting to piss. He lets the urine hit him in the face. Once he has stopped peeing, Sid takes his son’s cock into his mouth and sucks on it. The flaccid dick starts to fill out and Aiden is moaning again. It doesn’t take long before Aiden shoots his load into his Daddy’s mouth. Sid takes every drop and swallows his son’s seed. Aiden is a little more stable on his feet after his blowjob. Sid stands and guides his high son to his knees. Todd pushes his dick into his son’s mouth. The son is loving his Daddy’s dick in his mouth and gets Todd to a halfway erection. He looks down at his son’s saucer eyes and knows he is super fucked up still. S: Ok, hold up a minute, son. We don’t want to miss the mark of this one. Yeah, just hold on… almost there… Aiden is there waiting with Daddy’s dick deep in his mouth, at the entrance of his throat. Then, without warning, a warm liquid starts leaking into his throat. S: That’s it son. It’s just a warm beer. Drink it down. Drink it down. Aiden tries but can only swallow most of the piss being poured into his throat. He coughs some up but at least half is still swallowed. Sid pulls his son up and makes out with him. They kiss for a few minutes before Sid starts to lather Aiden over once more. This time Sid pays special attention to the teen’s hole, rimming him for a bit before turning the water off. The man and his son walk out of the shower. Sid towels off and helps towel off Aiden. They both walk back into the room naked and go back to sitting on the bed. T: That took you a while. S: Yeah, I fed him some parTy piss. Good thing I was parTying before I got here. Before the shot you gave me. The boy is back to flying high. Between the piss I just feed him, the E you just feed him, and the T he’s gonna be getting when the boys arrive, damn, I don’t know if he will ever come down. T: Don’t forget about the K too. Damn…hope the boy appreciates all this when he lands – eventually.

Last night i sucked off a married migrant worker from grinder In a pitch black farm storage building. Met him a little ways down from where he’s staying. Saw him on the side of the road and followed his figure into a dark dirty building. He pushed me to my knees and took out his cock. Not very big. But it was rock hard. He grabbed my head and pounded his cock into the back of my mouth, held me in place as he fucked my mouth. Spent half an hour swapping between making out and having my throat assaulted by his cock. When he finally came he pushed my head down as far as he could and shot his load down my throat. Held me there until I had to push his off, zipped up and walked away.

This is my Buddy Steve’s sperm pouring out my hole just after he shot over a week’s worth of his seed into me.

Andy had been left there to hang in the sling for an unknown amount of time. Andy was still high from his point and was zoning out on the ceiling, the shadows in the dimly lit room, and the empty feeling he felt growing in his ass. Yes, he had a plug in there but that’s not what his body needed. He needed cock and more cock. Andy did not hear someone walk into the room and was now standing beside him. Ivan had come back to speak with their latest conquest. Andy didn’t take any notice of him until Ivan reached down and flicked the butt plug, sending ripples throughout his body. I: Hey there sweet thing. I’ve got something for you. Ivan reached out his hands. In one hand he had some pills and in the other a bottle of some yellow brown liquid. I: here take these, it will help with the pain and humiliation we just put you through. A: Like a headache? I: yes, exactly like a headache. **evil smirk** Ivan pushed 2 pills into the boy’s mouth and pushed the bottle to his mouth. Andy drank greedily. Ivan pushed 2 other pills into Andy’s mouth and again pushed the bottle of mystery liquid to him. After Andy had finished the liquid, Ivan started to laugh to himself. I: oh boy, you’re really fucked now. you just took two pills of ecstasy and two Cialis. All washed down with my personal concoction of chem piss iced tea. The iced tea helps with the taste and hides the extra tina powder mixed in. oh you are gonna be such fun in a little bit. I’ll come back when you are dialed up to 100. Ivan looked down at the boy and almost felt sorry for him. Almost. He turned toward the door and walked out. Ivan walked into the kitchen and sat beside Klein. All three men were there just relaxing in their nakedness. The three of them half hard. Q: did you get him to take the pills? I: yup, and the chem piss. I threw in some Cialis too. Otherwise he’ll have tina dick the whole time. Not that it is a bad thing, but he should really enjoy his night of firsts. Don’t worry, we still have plenty if we want to take more. K: he drank all the piss? I: every drop. I told you guys, my iced tea recipe is an automatic win. Can barely taste anything off about it. K: time for my one on one with him. Klein stood up and walked over to the counter. He picked up a can of shaving cream and a razor. K: time to clean the boy up Klein walked into the fuck room holding his supplies. He walked over and looked down at the boy in the sling. He looked for the eyes and saw the boy on cloud nine. He looked the boy up and down before starting his task. The Asian teen was practically smooth all over already. There was the underarm and the small neat bush above his dick. Klein lathered him up and only needed 1 swipe of the razor for each area. He pulled a towel out and wiped away the access lather. Before him was sex crazed, smooth as can be bottom waiting for a night of fun. Klein ran him fingers down the teen’s chest, circling the nipple on the right. All he could hear in the quiet was the moans of the boy. He trailed down to the belly button and through were his pubes used to be. The Cialis was kicking in as the boy’s 5 inch dick sprang straight up toward the belly button. Klein dragged his fingers across the boy’s balls and watch the dick bounce from his touch. His finger travelled further down and flicked the butt plug. A high pitched moan escaped the boy. Behind both of them, Quinn appeared. Q: oh damn, I didn’t actually think you would shave him. I mean he was pretty smooth already. K: yeah, but now he’s pnp pig smooth. They both laugh and jerk their dicks to start chubbing up. Quinn walks up with a small baggie of powdered tina. He removes the butt plug and dips in in the powder and pushes it right back into the teen. The teen gyrates letting them know that the tina is melting nicely. As soon as he stops squirming, Quinn removes the plug and puts in on the floor. He stares down at the boy before him. He tweaks his right nipple and then the left. Moans escape the boy. He rubs the boys balls and taint and more moans escape. Q: look at me baby boy. Look right back at me. Andy opens his eyes and stared back blankly and longingly. Andy’s eyes were black saucers. He knew Andy barely knew what his name was at the moment. He liked his boys fucked up. And they have done a marvelous job with him. Ivan came into the room with a bottle of something. He picked up the boy’s underwear and sprayed maximum impact into them, damping them. He shoves the underwear into the boy’s mouth. I: my turn to start. He lined up his dick. He spat on it and rubbed it over the head and pushed forward. It felt heavenly to Ivan. Almost no resistance at all. Muffled moans coming from the mouth full of underwear. Ivan pulled out and shoved his dick right back in. IN and OUT, IN and OUT. No problem whatsoever. Ivan’s dick felt like it was in the perfect ass. With every slap of Ivan’s balls against his body, the boy drew a large breath of maximum impact and was feeling like he was flying into the stratosphere. With the boy so open, Ivan was free to slam into him as hard as he wanted. In a normal situation, the boy would be screaming as he was being slammed in two. But right now, the little whore was moaning for more. No one could hear it but he was begging for more with every smash into this ass. Ivan slammed into the boy until his breathing became labored and ready to shoot his second load. He shot his warm jets of cum into the boy. Quinn and Klein unlocked the restraints and helped he boy out of the sling. They guided the boy to the neighboring bed setup. They threw him on the bed and maneuvered him into the fetal position. Quinn came up behind the boy’s ass and slide hid dick right in. he too felt the amazing feeling of no resistance. He pulled the boy’s legs over onto his shoulders. The bottoms was off in his own little land moaning like a whore in heat, while Quinn enjoyed his flexible body. Quinn reached down and jerked the teen off. Just enough to get the precum flowing. He licked the boys precum off of his fingers and enjoyed the sweet taste. Quinn fucked him in that position for a long while. When he was finally getting tired, he tagged out and Klein took his place. Quinn went and got a water and came back. Q: Hey get on your back. Play 42. Play 42. Hut Klein maneuvered himself on his back on the bed and the twink on him in riding position. Quinn pulled the underwear out of the twink’s mouth. He sprayed more maximum impact into the wet undies and pushed it back into his mouth. Klein the wrapped his arms around the twink and pulled him toward his chest. Before Quinn was his friend’s dick and the boy’s filled ass. The thought of what was coming made him extra hard. He spat on his dick and rubbed the spit on his head. Klein rubbed the teen’s nipples to get him to breath in hard twice. K: got him. Play 42. Play 42 Quinn lined his dick up at the teen’s filled hole. Q: Play 42. HIKE! Quinn pushed forward with all his might and his head popped into the expanding hole. Andy was making some kind of sound. Muffled cries/moans. Doesn’t matter. He couldn’t break free even if he was trying to. Quinn pushed forward and got half his dick inside. He reached underneath the boy and grabbed his dick and jerked it. The teen moaned but did not relax more. So Quinn reached further down and grabbed the boy’s balls and squeezed. This made him sharply inhale the max impact and Quinn pushed the rest of his dick inside. Quinn didn’t wait for the boy to get used to the new intrusion. He just started long dicking the boy. This proved too much feeling for Klein, who shot his load deep inside the boy. The warm cum provided all the lube Quinn needed. He was pounding the boy in no time. He wouldn’t even let up so his friend could move out the way. Quinn's balls slamming into Klein's softening dick. Quinn shot his load and both men pulled out of the used hole. They got up and left the boy on the bed, the moaning mess that he was. Without the men to attack his body, he started to play with his left nipple while fingering his own hole. I: Hey look the cumdump is trying to finger himself. K: Looks like he's trying to fist himself. I: well then, lets help the boy out. All three men laugh Ivan goes to the kitchen and brings back another bottle of yellow brown liquid. He pulls the underwear out of the teen's mouth and replaces it with the bottle of chem piss iced tea. the sweaty dehydrated boy drank down every drop. I: lets give him some time to charge up all that tina into his system Quinn pulls out a packed pipe and lights it up. The three men spend 15/20 minutes or so just joking around passing the pipe around. When they finally look over at the teen and think he is high enough, they compare hands. Ivan wins with the smallest hands. He lubes up his fingers on his right hand and pushes in 3 to start. The boy's hole easily accepts the 3 fingers. Ivan moves on to 4 fingers and gets a little resistance. I: fuck this waiting Ivan reaches into the tina bag with his left hand and pulls out the largest shard he can find and moves in to his right hand. he pushes it in with the right hand and feels the boy gyrate a bit while it melts. Once he calms down, he knows it's time. Ivan pushes the 4 fingers in and gets held up at the outer ring of his hole. Ivan wiggles his fingers inside the boy while jerking his dick with his left hand. The teen relaxes enough for 4 fingers to go in and out. Ivan adds the thumb and again gets held at the ring. Ivan pushed his head down and sucked up the teen's dick. After a few swirls around the dick head, the boy relaxed and Ivan unceremoniously pushed his fist inside. The teen was a drooling panting mess. The teen tried to scream for him to take it out (in his own way) but the horny high bottom could only grunt and moan. Ivan and the men were laughing their asses off as the man's wrist disappeared into the teen's hole. When Ivan grew tired, he switched out with Quinn. Since Quinn was the one with the connection to the teen, he felt responsible for helping him out. He jerked the teen off while fisting him past his wrist. If he wore a watch, the watch would now totally be engulfed by the teen's ass. Quinn picked up his rhythm with both wrists. In no time at all the teen was convulsing and moaning and shot 3 huge spurts of cum into the air. Quinn stopped a moment, letting the teen calm down a minute. Then out of nowhere, he started fisting him again with the same fury as before. Quinn just laughed. Klein eventually took his turn with his left hand. Quinn had taken so long that the teen was starting to come down off his high. But the men just laughed and kept on fisting. The teens moans were slowly sounding more like "No's" and "please's" The men standing around watching Klein fist the poor boy, they refilled the pipe and started taking hits. Took turns taking huge hits and shotgunning into the teen's mouth. The teen instinctively received the clouds blown into his mouth. When the guys finally finished having their fun, they were all exhausted. They walked the teen into the shower room and had him shower off. they returned him to the bed and restrained him to the bed. They were going to try and get some sleep. They told the boy to do the same. The men left some bareback gangbang porn on for him to watch and fall asleep to. They left him some more iced tea if he was thirsty. Andy drank a bottle, not remembering that it was chem piss. Once more he was blasted off. All he could do was play with his hole while the men slept it off. Andy began to cry to himself.

Part 2 Alan took a hard fuck for nearly ten minutes from this mega-hung stud. The two students were still at the urinals, wanking their hard cocks in awe that this lad, not much older than were they, was able to take such hard abuse. Eventually, the frenzied fucking climaxed when the hung guy dumped his load in the boy. I realised my opportunity, reached into my bag again and pulled out a bottle of cologne and gave my wrists a quick spritz. I had a wicked idea in mind, and so did the hung guy, who ordered Alan to "Clean my cummy cock, bitch,". Then I heard them moving around next door. Sneaking a peek, I saw the guy who had fucked Alan was now seated on the toilet, and Alan's face was buried in the crotch of the big dicked man. That left Alan's arse up in the air, the hole open slightly, two loads of fresh cum slowly trickling out, only to be soaked up by the fabric of his jock. A nice touch, I thought, and wondered if he'd been wearing the jack all day around the office. I made a mental note to look out for it in future. I unzipped, pulled-out my cock, and got into position behind Alan. While I couldn't compete for size with the monster that had just been up him, still I knew my cock head juts out from the shaft in a way most guys love when it's pounding them, so I squished it into his wet hole. Leaning forward, more shaft went in, and I held Alan's head so he wouldn't look around, and to give him a good chance to smell my freshly-applied cologne. As if he could smell anything through the poppers and the cock now pushing insistently past his tonsils. My hips started bucking. I thought about the girls in the office who batted their eyelashes at him, eyed his buttocks as he went to lunch and giggled to each other when he left the room. If they could see him now - so cock-crazed he hadn't realised the guy using his hole as a cum dump was the same guy who sat opposite him at work. No names, no faces, even. And no condoms: the boy wanted the load, and no giggly media studies graduate who worried about her pedicure was about to give him that. I didn't want to risk going for the long haul and being discovered. In addition, I figured Alan was more into the load than the fuck, so I didn't hold back from squirting my pent-up spunk into his arse. After I blew my load, I quickly nipped back to the other cubicle to wipe down with some toilet roll, rather than run the risk of being identified. A student, meanwhile, quickly took my place. I actually wondered if Alan had noticed the switch. The kid was huffing on the poppers so hard I thought it was a possibility - I hadn't made a big deal of cumming, and we were all moving as quietly as we could. Just then, the furtive atmosphere was broken by the crackle of a walkie talkie. Into the toilet walked a policeman in full gear. As he took in the room, everyone froze. He was heavy built, mid thirties, and bearded. He looked at me, then Alan, sandwiched between the hung guy and one of the students. "Ok," he said into his microphone, "I'm in the ******** park men's toilets. Nobody here." The policeman batted the student who was fucking Alan away, saying "Move out, son. I haven't long. I'm on duty." I watched the cop pull-out a thick cut cock with a heavy PA through the helmet, and heard Alan cry out as it went in deep. "This your boy?" the cop asked the man on the toilet. "Nah," said the hung man, "I just found him taking loads today. Gave him mine a minute ago. He's a good sucker, getting me ready to fuck one of those lads." The look on the students' faces was priceless: lust meets apprehension. The cop grunted, came, and pulled-out, ordering one of the students to "Clean this. I got to get back." The younger looking of the two students went down on his knees and quickly cleaned the cop's spunky cock. The first student got back inside Alan and pushed the cop's load deeper. t looked like he'd rather be there than have to take hung guy's cock for round two. The policeman left, saying, "You've got forty minutes until the next patrol, and they might not be as much fun as me." He left, and the other guys rearranged, so that hung guy was pushing the student who'd sucked the cop against a wall, trying to get his thick cock into a very tight hole. I stayed long enough to watch him get it in - with a lot of pushing, spit, and complaints from the kid. But if you don't want ten inches up the arse, don't flash it in a cottage, I guess. I was a bit disappointed that Alan didn't offer the kid the poppers: we might have to talk about him being a team player in his next skills review. Just as the cop's motorbike purred out of the car park, I stepped out into the fresh air. It was still pretty light, and I continued my walk home, thinking 'So, the new boy at work is a bareback bottom slut. This could be interesting'. I wondered if I could keep a straight face when I saw him the next morning. Then I wondered if he'd be walking straight after that massive cock. I also wondered if he'd recognise the smell of my cologne.

So insatiable, in fact, that I had another guy over in the wee hours until a little while ago. He fisted me to within an inch of my life, then bred me deep, cumming 3x in a row at the end of the session. Still have all 3 poz loads inside me. ☣️

It's much simpler than you actually think 🙂

Fuck I boned up something fierce reading that. fingers crossed for next time. Drew is on lucky pig

Love a nice cock in my mouth…

I love the feeling of my hole sloppy with cum and oozing out.

This is another of my dickpicks

Just returned from 8 days in Bali and took multiple loads each day for 7 days and had one rest day. I couldn’t believe how busy the apps were. Grindr and Hornet were pinging me non-stop and unlike my previous visit I didn’t need to use a VPN. I was fortunate to be able to contact several fuckbuddies from my first trip 2 years ago but also met a number of fresh Asian guys all gagging for some thick white meat. Many days I was scheduling 3 or 4 guys in a day, and it took some diplomacy when rescheduling was required. The trip started with a buddy sleeping over the evening I flew in. Fucked evening and morning but no loads exchanged. Next guy flipped with me then bred me in the shower when cleaning up. Next guy was a fit 27 year old, I topped and bred him hard. Later he let me know he was bleeding a bit from my girth which made me feel a bit guilty, but I know he enjoyed it. Next guy was good but used a condom so doesn’t count here. The guys to this point were buddies from previous trip. The next guy was fresh off the apps and gave me a big load with his big cock. He was a keeper and I had him back several days later to breed me again. 6 of the next 7 guys who bred me were new contacts, the other a buddy from previous visit, and three of those I invited back on a subsequent day to breed me again. One good thing about the guys in Bali, they’re keen to get off the apps and message on WhatsApp because the local access to gay apps is quite uncertain and erratic. This facilitates subsequent hookups so I’ll look forwards to another visit which should be easier to schedule for another busy set of hookups.

My Boy Drew’s dad walked in on us when I was sitting back on the couch and Drew was between my legs sucking my cock. he couldn’t have picked a better time. I was close and I grunted “I’m cumming son, swallow my fukkin load” I shot my load in Drew’s mouth as his dad looked on.

Why not both at the same time?

I'm verse. I have some issues ejaculating much of the time due to medical stuff (trans history) but once hard staying hard isn't an issue. I am horny most of the time and when my dick is grabbing my attention I can't help but wonder what most guys I meet would feel like on it. I am not a very dominant top with most people I don't know well, so the adaptive strategies of many bottoms of being more agressive and mounting my cock quickly the moment I don't push them away or leading me away by the cock directly in their hole are fine with me so long as I am still in the mood to top. I tend to cum in the guy who has whatever it takes that night to make me cum. It's often not the guy I expect and since each guy has different energy, different good and bad things, and their holes all feel a little different on my dick I do end up trying most that I don't have some strong reason not to fuck for at least a minute or so. Occasionally I don't think I am going to get off in him but he's really fun or feels really especially good on my cock so I will fuck him specifically so he orgasms. Occasionally I cum unexpectedly when he does, otherwise I will move on at that point. Unless it's pretty vacant I almost always end up in double digits for holes my cock has been in, but I can only add my cum to one or two most night, even if there has been nights where I have fucked almost every bottom there. When I bottom I don't have much of an issue and get way more than my fair share of loads. Most guys will cum in me or they will pull out because they find it hard not to cum in me and usually will be back to breed me later. I have never been that competitive as a bottom. Admittedly, the most common response to being in me the first time is a shocked "Wow... you have an amazing ass/cunt." I enjoy thinking about all the holes a top has been in before mine. I don't delude myself that I can maintain any of the stuff I do one on one for saftey in a bathhouse and so I just enjoy it when a guy comes back with his dick prelubed with cum and lube from other bottoms asses and shoves in into to breed me. I tend to be a pretty agressive bottom. I have a trans history, I kept the extra hole because apparently I am enough of a slut my corner of the gay community was actually pissed about me having surgery back in the day (and even some of the bottoms thought I was dumb), so I often have one guy in each hole. The main reason I end up not taking a load is a top who can't play well with others. I am very happy as a group bottom and the top who is not amazing himself but runs off other tops is the worst. I love guys watching and waiting and having a cock in every available hole. I try to stay in places with the ability to watch me fuck that don't restrict whether I am an active (default) or passive bottom. The slings are for a top who wants to fuck me in one or the end of the night when usually a few guys are looking for me and having my very well bred holes on display will also get a few guys in me to breed from being ready and seeing that.

OK, Shot! Fair Warning, if you suffer from Military PTSD I recommend you skip it for the next pozzing story. Out. “After all, we are all family now. Share it in good faith, you will join your Uncle and Brothers in Arms soon enough”…. As Leo moved aside, another Troll was ready to enter. I was stunned, certainly, thrilled, yes, aware of sensations I never thought had existed. As I was bred without vocal or physical complaints by myself or objections from the Marine inside. Leo lounged back and watched the show. He started what sounded like a practiced briefing. How many times had this happened? “Marine, you will remember some of what I say, but you will never forget the throbbing manhood in your hole as you absorb my spunk along with my neighbors. We are sympathetic, but we have needs. You seem to have some needs as well. You have been through some shit that’s for certain. A lot of people would have given up when faced with the challenges you have survived. You might have thought about ending it, but you are here so you are a stubborn Marine, the very best kind, the kind that does not give up. You think Recruit Training and the Crucible were tough? That SERE School was tough? The Crucible of life does not grade on a 4.0/4.0 scale; it is an off and on binary grade of pass/fail; surrender-fail/success-joy. Your Uncle would not like it if you just gave up would he”? I shook my head as the neighbor finished, and I had another dick pumping my ass. Leo continued –“Right now, you are sleep deprived, hung over, maybe still a little drunk. When you get back to your billet, shower and get some sack time there will be regrets about the choices you have made. That is natural. If you do have regrets, there are several resources on the card I put in your pocket. You will probably take that path. Just some advice, you do not want a Corpsman, or Squid Doc seeing that ass for a while, So the 1st resource on the list is the one I would try first. You need to ask them for PEP within 72 hours. Myself, I expect you will start PEP, then probably throw away the bottle and be back for a recharge”. I took advantage of Leo’s pause to mumble “Harder”! To my Impaler. Leo continued “Yes a lot of Marines are bossy bottoms. Devon, are you going to comply with his request”? “Nope” the owner of the BBC thrusting into me replied. “Sir! Harder Please Sir”? I corrected. Devon replied “Sure thing since you asked nicely” and started pounding me upslope. As the conga line continued, it started getting light. Leo said “Alright let’s wrap this up. Don’t want to startle a dog walker”. He handed me a rag and instructed me to not wipe with it but shove it up my gape so I would not leave a trail to the sally gate. I CAC’d in through the Man-Portal at the gate and rushed to the billets and the Head. Part of me wanted to keep it in, part of me was saying if you do so, you will have a visible accident later. I flipped a mental coin and pushed out while on the toilet. A rush of murky stuff, gobs of white, and threads of red were in the bowl. Bright red was on the toilet paper I cleaned up with. I showered, shaved, got into a work coverall and was nodding off in the Day Room when the duty briefing snapped me awake. During the work detail I was a zombie, a delicate zombie who if caught off balance would break into a thousand little Marine Pieces. The Gunny gave a nod to the Sgt and he asked me if I needed to go to Sick Call. I responded No Sgt, just sore from a workout and got caught in the rain this morning. I tried paying more attention to the tasks at hand. The day sucked out all my reserves. Boot Camp Crucible and Aviation SERE were tough, but I felt I had achieved a new level of on the job training across the last 16 Hours. I skipped chow which was a bad idea and hit the rack exhausted. My dreams were an alternating series of delicious dreams and nightmares. Oh My God, what had I done? I replayed the normal half of liberty – off time. My Uncle, The Bar, the drinking, the decision not to tank and derail my medical and Veteran benefits, taking shelter from the rain; and the other side of the teetertotter - my lack of objection, of not fighting back, even participating moaning, and enjoying every thrust, every squirt of cum. This other side, it was not comprehensible to me. Willingly taking part in a neighborly gang bang rock throwing distance from 8th & I was (not) normal. Or was it? I approached my SGT before the duty day began. I had come back early from my bereavement leave and admitted that insisting on getting back in the duty rotation had possibly been premature. He gave me a nod and asked would three days work? I said yes, and he told me done. “Thanks for letting me know before the morning roster gets finalized, and Corporal, losing battle buddies is tough, losing family is tough, if you need a referral for additional grief counselling, all you have to do is give the word. I never have to worry about you slacking off. I looked down and said Thank you Sgt. I went back to my locker and bunk. Was I going to do this? My conscious mind was telling me to, actually it was yelling at me to get whatever the fuck PEP was and put the whole business behind me. Being gay was not the criminal offense it used to be. So to insure I could put all of this behind me, I committed to using the card. I changed to civvies and took off for the clinic. Each walking step my sore asshole reminded me of the trauma and possible infection it had gone through. But somewhere else the lustful part of ‘me’ was saying what a ride! Let’s do it again! The clinic was perhaps an inadequate word for what was one division location in Washington DC of a large Non-Profit medical concern named after a poet and women’s health rights leader. Marines, along with all service members have learned to follow a rule of keeping ‘inappropriate’ behavior a certain distance from the Flagpole (so to speak). Since the Internet, this has applied to cyber behavior as well. Looking for porn on a government network would lock you out and get your name on the blotter. In the same vein, trying the same research on free Wi-Fi like the military branch community services provides on military facilities equate to the same thing. However, these days any Marine carries what in earlier eras would be considered a supercomputer. I was led to the proper sublocation, went in and asked the receptionist about PEP? I was directed upstairs and to another reception desk. When my turn came, I opened my mouth to speak but I was handed a clipboard. Please fill this out and return it to me. Names will be called based on the type of service needed. I reviewed the list already skittish, There were lots of checkboxes. I selected testing, PEP, and counselling along with possible STI exposure. Then the checklist tree bore embarrassing branches and fruit. Oral Exposure? Yes, Anal Exposure? Yes, I started realizing the implications of earlier questions of just one same sex encounter or multiple? Multiple. Protections used? None. The earlier question of bisexual, homosexual, and hetero sexual, exposure via unprotected sexual encounters, this was getting difficult, things were getting fuzzy, and I.. Passed out. ...not the end....

Saturday I woke to realize something was missing then I realized it was my morning wood. My eyes still too cloudy to read my watch, the big alarm clock display read 08:09 and the alarm had not yet rung but my brain was still foggy and I was startled when it did go off a moment later. I did a quick sit-up to turn it off and was reminded of the unorthodox wringer I had been putting my body through. At a snore, I saw Ralph was still asleep doing a twitch every now and then. I wrapped a towel around my waist and padded down the hall to the showers remembering Barry from just a few hours before. I did a quick shower and brushed my teeth, decided on a jock vs my under armor, and got into my baseball uniform. I grabbed my Baseball Gear Bag, put my phone inside and headed towards the Athletic Fields. Stretched, cleated up and did some base dash drills, set my phone and videoed a few slides that I could watch later. I stretched again after going to the batting cages. A few teammates were already there doing drills and so on. The following weekend would be Homecoming, and the campus would be a zoo. I orbited back to doing base run drills then saw our pitcher and catcher doing some warmups. I jogged over giving them a thumbs up to say I was available for whatever. As other players arrived after the pitcher catcher warmup a loose drill of practice evolved and went on till noon with breaks for water and the locker room john. I noticed the cheer squad was on a neighboring area practicing for the following weekend and Barry and I made eye contact and exchanged a nod. As it got hotter, most of us changed from cleats to trainers and went to the fitness circuit machines and weight room. As we were doing reps near each other Ty told me about some homecoming parties two of which were at Black Frats and suggested I check them out. I Thanked him and replied I would come if I can, the Athletic Staff Elves are kind of busy with the games, events, and alumni. All of the events on Friday and the sucking and fucking early Saturday morning still had my pecker tired, but my ass was starting to feel the need for seed but there was too much of a crowd to score in the locker rooms and showers. I again did a costume change but just into Sweaty Jock and shorts this time. My feet needed to breathe some. I padded out of the locker room and headed for the woods where I hoped to get lucky. Over at the last bench before the woods, I found a perfect spot. Legs and feet in the sun, upper torso in the shade, the breeze was one of those early Fall winds that was warm but hinted at chills to come. It was better to get some sun while it was pleasant. I pulled out my phone. My brother’s App had been in silent running mode ever since had my ass chewed out by Coach Smith. I had decided to explore all the settings but now was not the time. I switched it to active but left POZ PING unselected since I was unsure what that would do. I stood and headed for some clusters on the map display hoping for some satisfaction. Deeper in the woods it was darker and hotter. The breeze was barely making it in this deep but the rustle from the leaves above indicated it was still blowing. Here was one of the pick nick tables as I came to a small clearing It was enough of a gap that it was drenched in sunlight due to the sun’s angle sort of like an altar bathed in light. If my previous experience was any indication, the forest frolickers would find me. I dropped my shorts in the bag and left on the jock to keep my dick from rubbing on the concrete top and stretched out belly down. It did not take long; there were some twig snap and other noises as the fairies of this forest came to investigate. Oh, Great another bottom. Yes, but look at that ass! Is he passed out? No, looks like the slut is sunning itself, see he twitched! There was no shifting of the stone table, but I felt a presence, then a wide separation of my cheeks, the feel of young scruff facial hair, then a lick then a probing tongue. A phone vibrated. I was pulled forward right up to an erect cock which I swallowed whole eliciting a sigh from its owner who started thrusting while another fairy, perhaps my licker got on top and started pounding my other hole. Other hands were on my body, stroking my back which felt very orgasmic, two were licking each foot and causing me to giggle around the cock in my throat as they rough tongued my insoles. My hands were guided to stiff dripping cocks. The way my head was turned and pressed into a trapped position by the Top who was pounding me I only had a clear view of the base of the cock that was occasionally stoppering up my air, his bush, and a portion of the uncut cock to my left that I was stroking the foreskin hood back to show a large cockhead with some Pre forming at the tip. I felt my pouch stirring and being compressed against the concrete as my poor tired cock was struggling. My Pitcher Top finished up with a yell and moved off. Rather than being replaced, hands flipped me rotating on the axis of the cock that was bruising my throat and I was on my back. My jock pouch was shifted to the side freeing my pitifully tired cock which was engulfed immediately. Phones continued to vibrate and ping. My throat Pitcher was Cumming loudly and my legs were being lifted while others were spitting on my hole. A very large cock was inserted into my ass as I was bent into a U, I could both see and feel it was large. With only one cumload, spit and sweat it started worming in haltingly, meeting a lot of resistance. It was removed, some more spit splattered my hole and was reinserted with the force of my fairy fucker’s body weight. At my throat, I was dealing with both cock and cumload choking me so I could only whine as I was impaled from the bottom. Eventually, he pulled out his deflating dick which was replaced. The death grip friction my stinging asshole was applying to my rear invader caused him to swell and he started panting then shooting, I could definitely feel the spurts. I was trying to remember, damn, all of the training Burt had workshopped into me, but nothing covered safe word signaling when your throat was stuffed with cock. My foot worshipping fairies were tonging between my toes alternating with sucking on several toes at a time. The Oral, Anal, Foot, Tit and skin stoking sensations had my tired cock and balls trying to deliver. I felt the constant tingle of orgasm but could not tell if I was delivering anything or not. Cocks were replaced, phones continued to ding and buzz, the shadows got longer. The cock in my ass finished up. I must have dozed off. “How Long”? I managed to croak. I focused on a groundskeeper tucking his cock away. “Dunno kid, from these puddles, looks like all day” and walked off whistling. I looked and saw my bag with uniform, cleats, glove, trainers, shorts, and phone were unmolested. Plus, there was a note: ‘Your Feet are Sexy, but next time wear your cleats (no socks) My you are sooo hot and steamy’! Ugh, as I arranged my jock and put on my shorts and trainers I started wiping up as much cum as I could on my abdomen, face, legs and sawed the already wet and now cummy towel across my back. There was nothing I could do about the solidifying cum in my hair and no matter what, my ass was going to be wet for a while until I could push out some of the loads. I could have pushed them out there but my cumdump slut soul vetoed the idea. I painfully walked back to the Dorms keeping the sperm I had been given. ..not the end….

Well @DevilDawg, I have to say that I found the bullet-pointed post just fine. It feels funny even TYPING that - what with 16 years of Catholic School and all the perfectionistic tendencies that tends to bring out in any writer, but no, I actually found the format somewhat refreshing! And bullet pointing turns out is much preferable to the little grammar and punctuation nuns in black and white habits that live in my brain than incorrect or sloppy handling of where to break for paragraphs, or even worse, no paragraphs at all!! Summing it up, I'd rather have your hoT story in any form than not have it at all - you just keep on keeping on with this story and any others you'd love to tell us!

I myself have a huge cum fetish. Cum drives my entire existence into the realm of depravity. Unlike most here, I never developed a “taste” for cum. My drive is far more from a Dominant/Master Top perspective. Something so rewarding, taking a naive beginner and transforming them into a cum craving slut. back in the day, I often shared my fuck toy with other horny tops. The less desirable they were, the greater the thrill. Once had my boy take a homeless man’s seed in his ass in an alley behind a dumpster in NYC. The power I had was so intoxicating. The more cum the better. the closest I ever got to wanting cum in me was when I chose a cock to fuck and breed me. I sometimes feel I missed out on so much by not being a thirsty cum bottom.

Cousin, uncut. But it didn't influence my choice of dick. All dick is great. I like uncut a little better because, living in the US, it is not as common and, hell, it's more to play with!

Yes it’s very masculine to take a man’s cock, but only if: you never say ‘it’s sore’ or ‘it hurts’ you never say ‘it’s too big’ you never say ‘can you stop now’ you never say ‘what’s your status’ you never say ‘yes but wear a rubber’ you never say ‘yes but don’t cum in me’ Real men take real men’s cocks and know that the top must be the one who dictates terms, and allow the top to be all the man he is. Because when I top… that’s what I expect the bottom to do… to let me be all the man I am. And if the bottom isn’t like that, if he complains it’s too big or limits me in any way … well he’s not a man, he’s just a girl. and I want to be a man.

Part 3 I look at him and he smiles and shows me his phone. It’s a video clip of an older white CD with red hair sucking a huge black cock. “Am I right, sissy? You want me to make you my bitch with this big cock? I saw you the other night, humpin that chair like that ass is itching.” “Is that your cock, sir?” WTF? Why did I just call him sir? And why the fuck am I asking another man about his cock? He smiles because he knows now. “I knew it. I’ve converted so many straight white boys to sissy sluts for my cock, I done lost count. Forget about the shot, I gotta piss and then let’s go for a ride, we gotta talk, bitch.” I didn’t want to make a scene in the bar, so I followed him to his car but I didn't get in. I could smell the weed emanating from the car as he walked me around to the drivers side. His friend was driving and when Marcus introduced me to him, I saw the redhead CD girl from the picture and she was sucking Keith's huge black cock. She came up for air and Keith blew a long stream of smoke into her mouth. She looked right at me with glassed-over eyes, blew the smoke onto Keith’s monster cock and then stuffed half of it back in her mouth. I’m freaking the fuck out. I’ve got friends and dudes I do business with in this bar right now. I gotta get outa here. “I knew you were in the wrong bar when I saw you grinding your ass the other night, faggot,” Then Marcus grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. "I know what you need, sissy. Where you parked?” Im still watching Keith push that sissy’s head down on his beautiful, glistening tool and she is moaning like a whore. “Yo! I got something you’re gonna like, sissy now open your car.” I reach for my keys without taking my eyes off of the porn movie in front of me. I hear Marcus tell Keith he’ll be right back as I’m getting in the drivers seat. My head is buzzing from the edible which is now taking full effect. Marcus says to me, “You smoke weed, slut?” I look over and Marcus has a glass pipe that he’s pouring something into and he tells me to take a left out of the parking lot. It’s like my mind is on autopilot as I pull onto the road. “Do you smoke, slut?” Me: “why are you calling me a slut, man? Yes I smoke weed.” He just chuckles and tells me to turn right into a strip mall and then around to the back. He points to where I should park and I come to a stop behind an empty store. Marcus: “We gonna have a little talk bout you but first I want you to smoke some of my shit here.” He hands me the glass pipe and I put it to my lips. It looked a little like a hash pipe from high school so I ask, “is this hash?” As he puts a torch under the bubble at the end, Marcus says, “Trust me, sissy. This is just what you need. Now when I tell you, inhale very slowly and I’ll tell you when to stop.”

I had been going through a dry spell for several weeks. Every guy who hit me up online was unable to host, and my parents had just moved in with me so I could help my mother care for my ailing father. At last, some luck. A message popped up on Grindr. I opened it to find a pic of one of the most amazing cocks I had ever seen. About 9 inches cut, thick, a little veiny. Gorgeous. I wasted no time in replying to the sender. Turned out he was visiting on business - and had a hotel room he wanted to put to good use. We exchanged a few more emails and then he invited me to join him in his room. Excitedly I jumped in the shower and cleaned out (my parents have their own private bathroom so I didn't have to disconnect my shower wand attachment). I tucked a small bottle of lube and my little brown bottle in my pocket and, making some feeble excuse about needing to run out, grabbed my keys and headed for the door. The drive across town to the hotel was not long, but it seemed to take forever. I felt myself becoming increasingly horny the closer I got. I just had to feel that cock sliding into me, stretching my sphincter. Pulling into the parking lot, I found a spot near the entrance and messaged that I had arrived. I took a quick hit from my little brown bottle as I waited for his response. I didn't have to wait long. "610," he wrote. I jumped out of my car and headed for the hotel entrance. I hurried past the front desk, absently nodding at the clerk who acknowledged me as I walked in. An elevator was waiting; I got in and pressed "6," and as soon as the doors closed I took another huff. Why was I so nervous? The elevator glided quickly to a stop at the 6th floor. I stepped out and Room 610 was directly across from the elevator. I took another huff as I approached the door, then knocked softly. It opened to reveal a darkened room lit only by a sliver of light from the bathroom. My host stood behind the door as I entered, and I noticed that he was already naked - and the silhouette of his cock told me he was already hard as a rock. "Strip and get on the bed," he ordered. "Lay down on your stomach." I shed my shoes and clothes and did as told. I climbed onto the tall, soft bed and positioned myself in the middle, on my stomach, with just my feet hanging over the end of the mattress. It didn't take long before I felt the bed move as he climbed on as well. He spread my cheeks and spit on my hole, rubbing it in with a finger that he then slipped inside me. I squeezed my pucker around the digit to show him what he was in for. He must have liked it - he quickly withdrew his finger and replaced it with his tongue, flicking and darting and penetrating my hole. The waves of pleasure ran through me like little electric shocks. He pulled back, spit on it again, then went back to his lingual assault. He did this a few more times, letting his saliva run down my crack and balls and onto the bed. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I felt him pull away and then slide his body up mine, his chest hair gliding along my back as he did. Anticipating what was coming, I took a few mighty huffs from my little brown bottle as I felt his breath on my neck. His huge cock was nestled in the valley between my thighs. He spit on his hand and I felt him reach down and position the tip at my now-glistening back door. He hadn't stopped to put on a condom, nor had we discussed condom use before we met. That was just the way I liked it - anonymous and raw. He slid inside me with relative ease, having opened me so well with his tongue. In no time he was in me balls-deep, and I felt the pressure as he squeezed past my second hole. He stayed motionless for a moment to allow my hole to adjust, then slowly began moving his hips up and down and sliding that amazing cock in and out of me. My hole felt stretched and full in the best way possible as he picked up the pace, taking advantage as he felt me relax beneath him. My brown bottle made a few more trips to my nose as he pounded me harder and harder. My head swam with the combination of poppers and endorphins. Then on one of his downward thrusts, he stopped. No explanation, the pounding just stopped! His cock was lodged firmly in my hole, balls-deep. "I'm getting close to cumming," he said. "Before I do, you should know I'm poz. And I'm not on meds." In a fog, my brain tried to compute what he had just said. Try as I might to think logically, the only thought that made any sense was that I wanted him to keep going. I wanted him to finish, and I wanted my reward - to feel him pumping his load deep in my guts. Did I care that his load was poz? I finally gave up trying to figure it out. "Keep going," I said after a moment's hesitation. "I want you to cum deep in me. Breed me!" That was all the encouragement he needed. Without another word, the pounding resumed. I took another huff, grateful that the momentary pause seemed to have helped him last longer. After a few more minutes he let out a loud gasp. The pounding stopped and I felt his cock pulsing as he pumped his load deep in my guts - just like I had asked. Spent, he collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the bed. I felt his cock begin to soften inside me, but he made no move to pull out. We stayed in a sweaty tangle for about five minutes, presumably as he regained his strength. At last, he slid off me, and I felt his now limp cock slide out of my hole. As it did it left a trail of cum that dribbled down my balls to mix with the saliva on the sheet beneath me. Before I could get up, he had maneuvered himself so that he was sitting on the pillows, his cock positioned in front of my mouth. "Clean me off," he ordered. I was only too happy to! I took his shaft in my mouth, tasting the mixture of cum and ass. I then ran my tongue along the base of his shaft, cleaning the saliva and cum and ass juices from his balls. Satisfied, he got up. "Get dressed." I slid off the bed, steadying myself as my legs threatened to collapse under me. I sat on the edge of the bed to slide my pants on, then pulled my shirt on and stuck my feet in my shoes. Grabbing my brown bottle, I headed for the door. He didn't follow. "I'm here tomorrow night if you want a repeat," he said as I opened the door. My head was still a bit foggy so I didn't respond. Instead I let the door close behind me and headed for the elevator. Back in my car, I checked my phone. He had messaged me on Grindr: "I meant what I said. 7 pm." Without hesitating, I responded. "I'll be there."

Until the last time I attended IML (International Mr. Leather) Contest in Chicago, I'd never experienced such an awesome assemblage of sexually charged men. I had taken my leather gear with me and intended to add to my wardrobe while I was there. I hadn’t really thought about going out Saturday night and what I'd wear. I was still tripping from the night before and ended up in my bar vest, shorts, boots, white socks, and collar. I stuffed my blue and yellow hankies into my back pocket, should anyone be interested. I got started late that evening, lost track of my buds along the way, and headed to the Cell Block to see what was going down. The back room was crowded, and it didn’t take me long to get to sucking. The guy was average, but he clearly needed to lose his Load; and it wasn’t long before his salty Nectar was trickling down my throat. The guy next to him was jerking off. I wrapped my hot lips about his Meat and milked his Cream. I was surprised at how crowded the john was. Behind the door is a ledge that guys sit on. A dude in army fatigues beckoned me over, unzipped, and begged me to put my Pecker in his pants. My pleasure! Before long my hot stream of golden Piss cascaded over his Cock and Balls, drenching the insides of combat boots. Guy-2 saw what was going down and approached us. He started rubbing my Butt Cheeks, found the 2-way zipper on my shorts, and pulled them down. He probed my Ass Crack, while, with his other mitt, he beat off furiously. As I finished pissing, the Pissee shoved his Poppers under my nose I felt light-headed. He pushed me down on his throbbing Cock, and I opened up to take his Manmeat. I could taste my Piss on him and lapped It off his Shaft and Balls, savoring each drop of Golden Juice. He undid his fatigues and dropped them to his ankles. I used my tongue to rinse his well developed thighs of Piss. Another hit of Poppers and the Pissee twirled around, exposing his ass cheeks to me. Guy-2 stopped fingering my Ass and massaged his hard, wet Shaft against my Hole. I'd been overdoing it of late—plain and simple just couldn't get enough—and hadn’t realized how sore I’d become from all the Fucking. Yet I prayed he'd violate my Mancunt. As I pushed back, my prayer was answered. He plowed into my Innards. I almost passed out from pain, but someone's Poppers rescued me. Guy-2’s clammy, steel hands gripped me about the waist and hung on for dear life. I was trapped between Heaven and Hell—the pain was excruciating—yet Guy-2’s fat Cock aroused me, and I resumed rimming the Pissee with gusto. As my tongue darted in and out of his Hole I tasted Sweet-and-Salty. The more I lapped, the more distinct the taste became. Don't know how many Loads I felched; but I vowed not to let a single drop of Jizm go to waste. So I ate out every drop of Cum that Pig had taken and bathed my face and his Ass Cheeks in his Creamy Spooge. As I licked at the last remaining drops of Jizm from the Pissee's Ass, Guy-2 pumped Poison Jizm up my Ass. When he pulled out, the Pissee spun me around and rammed his Cock inside of me, long enough to thrust a few, before he also lost it and more ropes of Noxious Seed invaded my bruised and battered Pussy. It was only then that I noticed the Biohazard Tat on Guy-2’s shoulder. So enthralled was I with getting screwed, it never occurred to me to question Status. I've never intentionally played unsafe—lax maybe—but not unsafe. But there I sat with two potentially POZ Loads in me. Too late to worry, my fate was sealed.

I met these poz guys on the Net, and they invited me over. It was close to midnight when I arrived. Boy, did they turn out to be Pigs! It started out innocently enough. They offered me a beer and told me to get comfy. I watched them fuck until the Top guy bellowed, "You Dirty Fucking Slut, you shit on me!" He grabbed his Boyfriend by the neck and forced him to eat the stringy crap off his cock. He dragged him to the bathroom and pushed him into the tub. He pissed on him, and ordered me to do the same. I quickly guzzled the rest of my beer and spewed forth the sweetest yellow nectar, aiming at his cock and parted lips. The Top congratulated me and took the shower head off the hose. He rammed it up his Boyfriend’s ass and told him not to cum out till he was clean. He led me to the bedroom. He shoved my head into his pits and demanded that I eat his hairy body head to foot. After I worked his tits, cock and hole, he declared himself ready to fuck me, but warned, "You know what I’ll do, if you’re not clean.” His Boyfriend came out of the bathroom. He told him to sit on the edge of the bed and watch him “fuck the shit” out of me. His choice of words perturbed me because of his earlier admonition. He rammed his cock into my ass then worked his balls in, too. He fucked me, cock and balls, for 20 minutes. It was the first time anyone’s ever done that to me. Really stretches the hole, you know. Then he told his Boyfriend he was gonna cum in me “cause, you know, I don't shoot in Dirty Ass Pigs". As he spasmed in my ass, he bit the back of my neck, hard enough to draw blood. I got a giant hickey to prove it. "Take my load, you dirty Fuck. And don't even think of cummin’ yet, cause my Slut Pig Boyfriend ain’t been fed." When he pulled out, his seed drooled down my thigh. He pushed his Boyfriend’s head against my butt, and told him to suck the juices out of me, and not to miss a drop. The compliant Boyfriend ate my ass. The Top told him to feed it to me, and the Boyfriend grabbed my hair and spit the gooey mixture down my throat. Then went back to eating me. An excellent ass-eater! The Top directed me to fuck his Shit Pig Lover. As I enthusiastically plowed the guy, he grabbed my shoulders and started screwing me. That put me over the edge. I told him I could hold out no longer, and he told me to go ahead and cream the Little Shit. I exploded in him with the Top still fucking me. He told me to get off cause he wanted to work his Boyfriend’s hole with my cum still hot in him. My jizz made the perfect lube, and he shot quickly. He turned his attention back to me. “A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do," and he pushed my head into the Boyfriend’s ass. I'm not really into that, but didn’t want to spoil anybody’s fun. So I worked the Boyfriend’s cunt, and sucked the cum out of him. That really got the Boyfriend going, and we went at it mouth to mouth, passing the succulent nectar back and forth between us. By that time it was 4:30 am. The three of us were satiated but drained. As I latched the door behind me, the poz couple was already asleep on the bed, an entwined mosaic of arms and feet and legs.

I Hate Latex After getting my cherry popped and my ass spermed in a grimy booth in a bookstore 3 years ago, I started BAREBACKING. I’d go through SPELLS of playing around, getting screwed, and then would HIBERNATE for months at a time. I’d meet some guys online and played several times. I went through a SPELL OF 3 MONTHS where I took as much cum. I’m sure I took some poz loads-- but didn't get knocked up. In September, I hooked up with 2 more guys.. They were blue-collar types. Said they usually played it safe. One night, after several weeks of chatting, I invited them over. I'd been HIBERNATING FOR ALMOST A YEAR and was unbelievably horny. When they arrived, we drank a beer, smoked a joint, and GOT NAKED. While I sucked one guy, the other greased my hole from the jar I’d positioned next to the condoms. I waited for him to rip open one of the condom packages, but instead felt this raw hot dick enter my ass. God! That really pleased me since I hate latex. Especially after a year. The next 2 hours were all about taking their seed. I ended up with 4 hot loads in me. Having deprived myself for so long, it was absolute anal lust. I took the last load grasping the foot of the bed. I remember I hollered out loud for his cum. When he shot, I plunged backwards, totally impaling myself on his dick. They left without even saying a word, not even the usual good-byes. When I came down with the "flu" a week later, I merely chalked it up to the "flu." I never thought that it was anything else since my bout was so mild. And I was still horny. My year of abstinence was definitely over. While I was still feeling low, I got an email from this guy who said he’d seen my profile and was interested. I invited him over. Actually, I almost didn’t cause I was feeling so shitty. But as the weekend rolled around, I felt good enough to play. After the usual foreplay and a few minutes of screwing, just enough to get me opened up, he pulled out. "Right back," he said, taking something out of his jacket. I was face down on the edge of the bed. With one quick stroke, he rammed this huge dildo up my ass. God, did that hurt! I took a big hit of poppers to ease my pain. That helped. He worked it in and out of me for a few minutes, then pulled it out, and mounted me again. After a few thrusts he said he wanted to seed me good. I was glad he was ready cause my ass hurt so bad from the dildo. After few strokes, he shot in me. Surfing around the net a few days later, I found the his bio and those of the 2 other guys from the previous weeks. I read some of the messages they’d left. The 3 were good friends. While they didn’t mention me by name, I knew it was me they’d been talking about I read how they’d teamed up to breed this neg. All 3 were poz. Suddenly the lights came on. All the talk about safe sex, which turned out to be just that – talk. I remembered my bout with the flu when it wasn’t even flu season. And the final touch with the dildo. If only he’d known that wasn’t even necessary. It's really weird looking back through my past posts when I was neg. “No holds barred; nothing held back.” My life-changing tag team match occurred just 10 days after I wrote that. I keep last year’s calendar in my bedroom. The date I got pozzed is circled in red. Yep. I confirmed it with a blood test. It had to happen sooner or later. For me it’s business as usual. Guys rarely ask my status. I’m really into giving now. I’ve always been the generous type. I looked again at one of my posts, this one more recent. “Neg Top looking for Bottom. DDF preferred. Bareback Only. Married OK.” I’m a flexible bastard. Just as flexible as the guys who’d said they played it safe, then pozzed me bareback. Make each lay special, folks. You never know when it’s going to happen

It was the weekend, and I was out on the town. I decided to drop in on my high school Pal. He started hustling at 18, and loves every minute of it. Says it's the best money he's ever made. It's not the most secure job in the world, but the benefits are immense. He doesn't think he'll make it to 30, so he does just what he wants. I asked how his week had gone. One married man and a couple Fags. He said the married guy fucked him in their conjugal bed while wifey was out of town. He'd decided to give the Bi a break (since he'd neglected to mention he has AIDS) and stayed the night. The Bi had desperately needed a Hot Teen Boy to fuck, and may have gotten a wee bit more than he'd bargained for. (My Pal plans to remain a Teen for at least another 2 years.) We talked at length about some of the younger dudes and some of the older used up Pussy (including my Pal). These boys are usually addicted to sex or drugs or both. Many are POZ. He tricked at the Pit two weeks ago. The John wanted a Hot Boy to fuck. My Pal got all chemed-up, forgot about his Trick, and fell asleep in the Sling Room. He took a dozen Loads. Cum was literally pouring out of him, so he got down on hands and knees to lap it up. I checked out a couple bookstores. The Pleasure Chest attracts all kinds. I hooked up with a trucker who looked and smelled like he never bathed. He bent me over and, before sliding in, shoved some party stuff up my Ass. Felt real nice. We quickly gained an audience, and I took half a dozen Loads. I love being bent over and stuffed with Cock. I'm not the least bit choosy, and suck, and get fucked by, whoever cums along. "Got a Special Gift for you," one Creep whispered in my ear. "Yeah, whatever." I wasn't impressed. I was probably the one POZZING most of them. I just kept taking Cum till the Dudes were spent, pulled up my pants, and left. I farted as I walked along. I ducked into a doorway and stuck a finger up my Ass. I hate being dirty. I know it turns some guys on, but I prefer being clean. I walked past some street urchins. One whistled and yelled to get my attention. It's exciting being a Harlot of the Night. I tried it a few years back. You never know who or what you're gonna meat. Plus the money can be spectacular—providing you fuck raw. I stopped at The Station. I hadn't planned on staying long, but it was packed. I headed to the back room where a guy demanded I suck his Cock. His Dick had lumps all over it, but I sucked it nonetheless. I ended up taking another 15 Loads, give or take a few. Sometimes I lose track. It was almost 4 a.m. by the time I reached The Pit. I passed several Leather Men on their way out. One of them whistled as I passed. "Nice Ass!" 'Pity he's leaving,' I thought to myself. He had lots of tats and looked real sleazy—my kinda guy. Still, guys like him are a dime a dozen that time of night. The first thing I noticed was the still large crowd. I tried to get into one of the G.H. Booths, but all were all occupied. One guy told me that in the corner booth a POZ Dude was whoring out his Boyfriend’s Ass. The Boy had already taken dozens of Loads. I wondered what the Kid looked like, but my Ass twitched. I needed Cock. I headed to the Sauna and stumbled into an Orgy—guys sliding up Ass and screwing mouths all over the place. I had some drug-fucked young Twink slither up to me and say that he adored my Butt. Tit for tat I slipped behind him and shot my Load up his cum-drenched Ass. An older Dude was playing with himself. I dropped to my knees to go down on him when he turned around. I dug my tongue into his hairy Pussy and chowed down on his Ass Lips. He was none too clean; but as the saying goes, 'If you can get past the smell....' Actually, I love all Ass, dirty or clean. I didn't used to, but I do now. Trading places, he screwed his Cock deep up my Ass before shooting a huge Load. Even with all the Spooge already in me, I felt him Cum. He slipped me a few love pills and walked off. Two older men were ravaging a young guy who'd passed out near the door. It was hot watching them fuck the senseless Youth. I noticed the BIO-TAT on the Fucker's arm. “WAY TO GO, MAN!“ I fucked the Fucker, while his Partner shot down Junior's throat. I slapped BIO-TAT on the Ass and reamed Junior myself. I headed to the john. Shit, it was packed! I had trouble working my way amongst the fucking, sucking bods, so I had to stay awhile. I maneuvered for a little space as countless Cocks explored my Crack and hands groped for my Balls. I inched toward the exit and the dormitory sector. Guys in rooms with doors flung open were begging to be fucked. A really chemed-up Dude came up to me and started eating out my Hole—right there in the corridor. Meanwhile, I sucked off a mustached Dude who pushed my head down in his Crotch. My motto: Never Pass Up Good Cock! In one room a Black Daddy fed his Ass to a Young Fem. After a few minutes the Daddy demanded, "Eat my Shit, Kid. Suck those Turds!" I would have stuck around to watch the Youngster turn brown; but suddenly felt queasy, and I'm no prude! I remembered the POZ Dad who was whoring out his Son and headed back to the Glory Holes. I entered an adjacent Booth and spied the Youth, face pressed against the Glory Hole across from me. He's was indeed a beauty—soft, silky skin; arrow-straight Cock glistening with Cum; reddish-blonde Pubes obscuring sex-starved shriveled Balls; a mop of thick red hair which screamed DYED, BLO-DRIED, AND PERMED; and blonde body fuzz which gave the Youth a surreal, air-brushed air. The POZ Dude (a Leather Daddy I didn't know) put his face against the Hole. "WANNA CHARGE UP MY BOY?" “YEAH," I replied. According to the Daddy, the Kid was new to the scene, and Daddy was merely fulfilling his patriarchal obligation to make sure the Youth got bred. "You POZ?" Daddy inquired. "None of your business." "I am. Turn around." I didn't need a second invite, and his Cock was up my Ass. It hurt like hell, despite all the other Loads I'd taken. I've neglected to mention his mammoth P.A. As nimbly as he'd entered me, he pulled back out and tore into my Hole with his nails. My masochistic side drooled at the damage he was inflicting, even as I cried out in pain. Satisfied that I'd been properly prepped, he slammed back up my Ass. I was close to passing out, but kept sniffing Poppers to give me an adrenaline boost. My head swam all the more. After God knows how long, he shot one humungous POZ Load up my Ass. God, so much Jizm! When he pulled out a juicy glob of Spooge plopped to the tile. I knelt down and licked it up. As if on cue, the Kid turned and smiled in my direction. It was hilarious cause he looked so out of it—till I realized I must have looked the same to him. "Wanna suck and fuck me, Mister?" he asked, glancing at Daddy for approval. The Boy was so good-looking and tight , I had no problem spewing Bullets up his Ass, despite all my other fucking. Then, for good measure, I rammed my fist up his Ass and twisted. "Uhhhhhhhh!" the Boy winced, squealing in pain. "Stings a little, doesn't it, Boy?" I knew if the Dumb Slut didn't feel so good right then, he'd feel twice as bad by morning. The Youth turned and fed his Cock to me through the Hole, and I sucked his NEG (?) Load down my throat. Daddy invited me join them in their booth while he went off in search of other prey; and I spent the next few hours pimping out his Son. Thanks to all the horny Diehards who'd hung around, by 11 A.M. the Boy could hardly walk. Daddy and I each grabbed an arm and dragged him to their car. Daddy dropped me off at home, where I slept a sound and dreamless sleep till I awoke—ERECT AGAIN.

After a wild fuck at the Baths, when a Hot Muscle Dad pumped my Ass full with two Loads, I was starved for more. My Dick stiffened and twitched when I saw the Hot Fuck across the hall. He was about my height, 5-10, but maybe 20 lbs. lighter. He had all the markings of a POZ PIG—pale skin, hollowed out face, and an emaciated frame that reeked of AIDS. To top it off, he wore a PA that would tear up my Pussy so his Virus could sail, hook, line, and sinker into every nook and cranny of my bod. I went into his room, dropped my towel, and his hot tongue massaged my Cock. Instinctively I made for his Pucker. His brown-pinkish Pussy oozed rancid Spooge that cut a glistening swathe down his bony Buttocks onto his emaciated thighs. The way he bucked back against my exploring digits told me what a desperate Cunt he was. Hot Damn! How could I resist? The only thing better than fucking a Tight Hole is Sloppy Seconds. I flipped him on his back, straight-armed his legs, and dug my tongue deep into that sweet puddle of Man Juice. I slurped like a Fucker, swallowing most, and dumping the rest down his throat. Our faces were covered with Jizm as I rammed my Manmeat up that elegant Cesspool. "Goddamn, Dude, how many Loads you got in there?" I could feel Jizz seeping out with every stroke. "Six, maybe seven, and I need more." "You want my Dirty Fuckin' Load up your Ass? You want my Poison Jizm in your gut?" Our Lust grew fervid as we got off on our mutual POZ connection. I fantasized I was the Angel of Death, fucking the lifeblood out of an innocent victim who begged on his death bed to be pumped full of Seed. And he was the quintessential POZ Junkie who, paradoxically, couldn't live with, nor without, a Deadly Fix. Simultaneously I was his Mentor and Executioner, determined to inoculate him with a Venom which would sicken and decimate every cell in his bod. Our passion grew vehement as we played out our darkest fantasies of DEATH and the BUG. In conjunction with my grunts of pleasure and his groans of pain, sweat dripped from my pits onto his torso as I stared into the windows of his soul. "You want it, don't you, you twisted Slut? You want to die of AIDS. That why you wanna be fucked?" "You got it, Man. Now cut the bull and inject me with your Deadly Seed!" I slammed in hard, and my Balls spasmed as wave after wave of Toxin invaded his Mancunt. He shot his own Jizm all over his stomach, which I lapped up and fed back to his sex-crazed lips. I collapsed in a drained heap on top of him, our lips caressing in a Cum-Drenched Kiss, our sated flesh slapping together as we wallowed in the Cesspool we had spawned.