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I was really horny and the ad was really simple: "Clean guy hosting. Hard cock needs to be sucked." Online porn was certainly easy, and as far as I was concerned, only natural, but responding to an advertisement on Craigslist fell in the category of 'crazy'. Or, so I kept telling myself that, even as I typed my reply, bitting my lower lip hard enough to hurt, and then hit ‘Send’. My reply matched the simplicity of the poster's advertisement: “Very horny, or I would not even think of doing this. >>lol<< Where are you?” With a bunch of homework and chores waiting for me, naturally all I did was stare at the computer screen until the response came in. “3950 Huskings Lane. Hurry!” This is too fucking stupid, I thought to myself as I scurried around throwing on my sweats and grabbing my keys, typing my reply as I was about to walk out the door: “On my way. I'm about ten minutes away!” I knew right where Husking Lane was, so I didn’t bother with the GPS. It was the road that split the good part of town from the bad part. Most of Huskings was on my side, but as luck would have it, 3950 was at the end of the opposite side. My heart pounded in my throat and I looked wildly in all directions as I slowed and turned right without signaling. Feeling extremely conspicuous in my mother’s Escalade, I parked as out of sight as possible across the street from the battered looking little house. Me and the shiny new Cadillac stood out like bright white thumbs. The black dude who tapped on my window looked like a Webster’s Dictionary illustration for the word ‘thug’. He gestured for me to follow him. Without saying so much as a word got out of the car, I locked the doors, stuck the ignition key in my zipper pocket and, on somewhat rubbery legs, followed him. The street seemed to be deserted. By the time he got to the broken fence on the side of the little house, I was no more than a foot behind him. As he slipped between the two hanging halves of the fence, he gave me a very serious look, held one finger to his dark lips to signal quiet, and said, “Yo.” I nodded and followed him silently, convinced I was about to be eaten alive by a pack of junkyard dogs. He didn’t go into the house, but instead stopped in what looked like a really junky old workshop that may have once been a garage. Entering, I saw a single mattress on the floor covered by what looked to be a brand new blue blanket. It still had a Walmart price tag hanging from one corner. Stripping off his shirt to reveal a very muscular torso in the dimly lit room, he gestured to a tattoo on his shoulder that read, 'T'. I nodded my understanding. T continued to get naked. He didn’t seem to care what my name was, but his pointed finger at my clothes and gestured to the location where he had tossed his jeans and hoody. Clearly he wanted me to strip, which I did at the speed of summer lightening. T’s ebony penis was way more than twice as long and thick as my pale organ, but it was no less erect. He silently put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me down onto the mattress. Leaning against me, he pressed his face up to my ear and whispered, “Suck dis dick.” I guess I was expecting some sort of conversation or—something, so I must have seemed a little hesitant. T, however, knew how to get me to focus. Taking hold of the base of his cock, T gave himself a couple slow, deliberate pumps. A large drop of clear fluid instantly appeared from the slit. When he put his other hand on the back of my head and pulled, I heard him hiss softly, “Go on. Open that pretty mouth, Whiteboy. That’s jam right outta my black nuts! You knows you wanna taste it. My nuts about ready to bus’!” Now, admittedly I was scared. It was, after all, a gloomy room and this big black thug hadn’t said barely a word to me, but my mouth was watering and his urgent need was obvious. I leaned closer, and barely had time to register the amazing sensation of hot, wet, black cock flesh against my lips when T thrust forward and his cock pushed between my wet lips and began a furious assault on my mouth. PART TWO. "Oh fuck yeah!” T cried out as I gagged. His thick meaty dick meat went from being tantalizingly close to my lips to aggressively pumping in and out of my totally inexperienced throat—and from what seemed like a million miles away, the sound of a dog howling broke the heavy silence. Even though I immediately started sucking, I also gagged really loud. “Motherfucker! What the fuck?!” A voice roared from inside the house. T gripped my head and ordered, “Shhhh!” Oh my god, I thought to myself. I have a black thug’s enormous cock halfway down my throat and He tells Me to be quiet, like HE’S AFRAID!? “What the fuck you doin’ T-bone? That fucking mutt woke me up again, boy!” “Nuttin’ daddy!” T hollered back. Then he kind of suppressed a groan and giggle at the same time, because he was telling the truth! Even though we were frozen in place, that big black cock in my mouth was pulsing with life and a steady flow of his overflowing ball juice was trickling down my throat. It tasted incredible, like sweet and bitter in a really good way. It really drove me half crazy knowing I was gulping hot wet liquid right from his balls. The texture was thick and syrupy and I tried hard not to gag as I swallowed in self-defense. I was totally scared, but I had never been more horny in my life. A door I hadn’t noticed swung open with a crash against the far wall. A larger version of T stood on the top step. With my mouth full of black swollen penis, I’m sure I looked like a total little slut. I sucked slower, and T’s dick slid sideways in my mouth like he was showing me he noticed. It was like we were in on something together, and he was talking to me. I raised my head back up the length of his dick and let my tongue slide up to the huge head. T adjusted his angle enough so the tip of my tongue was right in the slit. “Uhnnn.” I moaned. “Well, looky here! Is that the little cocksucker that answered my ad, boy? I told you to bring him right inside!” “Yes daddy. I was just tryin’ him real quick!” “Urrggg?” They were having a nice little chat about me like I wasn’t involved, except that T didn't pause in pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. I noticed the noises of my slurping were louder than ever. “Hmmm.” The bigger black man squatted down beside where T was face-fucking me, and just watched. I was embarrassed and tried to avert my eyes, but every time I looked back he was looking right in them, then back at my meat-filled mouth, then back up in my watering hazel eyes again. Then he He brought his strong looking dark hand to my mouth, and while looking me right in the eyes, he ran a finger to my lips. I shook with excitement when his fingertip slipped up the side of his son’s dick and slipped into my mouth. My tongue was wet with drool and dick juice and I went to work on his fingertip. “Mmmhm. Yup. Another skinny 'n' scared little white boy, sucking like there’s no tomorrow. Nice. You go on and finish, T-bone. I’ma let you go first this time.” To me, however, he said “You enjoy yourself, boy, but my dick is the one you came here to get wet. I’m next.” “Mmmmhmmmph... ummmph!” I was trying to answer but T helped me express my eagerness by pumping his dick deep for just a second. Then he pulled his meat all the way out. My mouth stayed open and felt empty. T’s father stood upright, his massive bulge was inches from my face. “You heard my daddy, boy.” T said, suddenly all loud and bossy. “Get busy. Ain’t gotta be quiet now.” As his father watched, the sexy black boy put his dripping dick up to my lips and said, “Get to it." PART THREE "MMmmmmpphhh!! Urrrgglglllllmmpphhhhhhhhh!” I protested, but all three of us knew I was lying, and that I was right where I wanted to be. “Hear him, Daddy? He likes bein’ loud jus’ like us! Hot little cocksucker jus’ beggin’ to eat black nut! He been gulpin’ lotsa pre-cum, but he ain’t ate real black nut yet. You gonna like dis one! Yeah boy. Slobber and drool on T’s big ol’ tool!” T was pumping his cock hard and fast in and out of my mouth and I was doing my best to get enough air to keep from passing out—or from dying. I was completely aware that his big bad Daddy was stroking hard, and I was expected to provide him with the same service any second. Fuck yeah. I definitely would. “I got my camera phone, T-bone. Turn that little slut so’s I can git some good pics when you nut.” T roughly re-positioned ,e, grunting as he did so, “Take the pics, Daddy! Maybe my spunk’ll shoot out his nose! Uhhhnnn!!!!! Imma…bout to….uhhnnnnutttt!!!!” Oh my god. To this day I still can’t believe that wild encounter happened less than ten miles from my parents’ house. Spots were already dancing around in my eyes because they were watering and I was oxygen starved. The flashes from the camera were like a strobe and that of course terrified me—but at the moment all I could focus on was the taste and texture of T’s hot spunk as it flooded my slutty mouth. “Mmmmmmmmmmm!” I grunted, even as I noted T's pre-cum trickle never actually stopped, it just turned to very thick sperm and erupted with five times the volume in thick creamy spurts! I counted four ropes of cum as I gulped them and swallowed as the world spun. I groaned and gobbled hot sperm in drooling delight and shock at my own wanton behavior. “Look at him eatin’ it, Daddy!” When T finally pulled his cock from my mouth, I gasped in a huge breath of air. “Oh damn…” I coughed and burped. I was very much aware that I was naked and had drool and warm semen all over my face and chest. T's Daddy just laughed and about then I got my first really look at him. He was a larger version of his son. More tattoos. A bigger belly and an even more impossibly impressive cock. His balls, however, dwarfed the pair by which I drained and had all but been drowned by a few moments earlier. “You ain’t gonna run away, is you boy? You lookin’ scared. Nobody stoppin’ you.” “Maybe a little, mister,” I admitted, scurrying closer to the bigger man, "but I guess I’m just a lot more horny. I definitely can’t believe what I just did, and even more, really can’t believe you watched me blow your son." However, my discomfort didn't prevent me from leaning forward towards him, brazenly opening my mouth wide, and wrapping my lips right around his really big black cock. “Mmm! Good boy! You know what you want!” “Uhmmmmmm!” I agreed. “T!” the older man hollered to his son. T, who was standing right beside me, reached down and lightly felt-up my ass. He seemed content to take on a secondary role to his father. Maybe it was because so much of his spunk was already down my throat. “Yeah? Whassup?” “Go on and git this hot little slutty whiteboy up in that sling. Pull his legs back wide and tie ‘em tight but comfy. Then go on an’ git that camera. He done real good wit the feeding, so far. Let’s see how he does wit' the breeding." Holy moly! I pulled my mouth off his fat cock and sputtered my objections, “Mister! I’m not a bottom! I just like to suck dick, that’s all! And I never ever sucked a black dick before today, never sucked two guys together…I…I.…” “Boy, let T get you up in that sling, wif yo’ legs way back. Then I git my cock down deep in yer little cum gulping throat and let T give yo little hole a good tongue massage, okay? Then you tell me what you wants. Deal?” “Uh… I guess that’ll be okay, sir.” PART FOUR T took me by the elbow, remarking "Daddy and me, we call this fucked up ol’ playhouse our breeding, shed. C’mon, boy.” I hesitated, but just long enough to drop to my knees to quickly lap a big gooey droplet of pre-cum off of his father’s big black dick. “What? Is my Daddy's pre-cum so good?” T asked. Both father and son chuckled at my expense. In any event, in a few minutes later I was laying in a type of hammock. My wrists were in loose padded handcuffs that were fastened to the cables on the end where my head was sort of dangling, my legs were pulled far apart, and secured to the cables at the far end of the hammock. T was quite considerate when he tied each ankle, asking me just to make sure I was comfortable. When I replied yes, T explained “You lookin hot as fuck, little bitch! You got me an’ Daddy both wantin’ you. And we both already know you a hot little cum eatin’ cocksucker! Damn, I need to taste that pale little ass!” I had never felt more exposed or more vulnerable. The feeling of helplessness had my stomach doing flips and when T’s tongue touched my little hole, I actually closed my eyes tight and let out a little squeal of pleasure. When I opened my eyes T’s Daddy was standing right over my head. His balls were heavy when he let them settle onto my face. “Lick ‘em, boy. Lick these nuts. They heavy I know, cuz they fulla that good creamy black dick spunk I might let you eat.” I went right to work licking and kissing and really trying to suck that big man’s balls, while, at the same time, T was driving my virgin boy hole wild with his tongue. “Oh, fuck that feels good!” I cried out. My groans of pleasure were instantly muffled when those balls dangling over my willing mouth were replaced by a huge thick cock in my throat. “Ummmmppppppppphhhhh! MMMmmmmmmm!! URRGGGGLLLLL” “Breathe through your nose, little bitch. Now swallow down my cock and…yeah, just like that…mmmmm. Do that again…. Yeah boy, swallow…swallow….yeah, work those throat muscles. Mmmm.” I could hear T taking pictures as his father worked his fat cock deeper and deeper into my throat. “Keep your eyes open, and look toward the camera, slut!” I did what I was told, and I sucked and licked every curve and vein of that black cock, trying to memorize every contour and trying burn the memory of this surreal experience into my brain. “Damn, whiteboy. You fuckin’ hot! C’mon T-bone. Get back on this end before I bust too fast! Give this boy sumpin’ to suck on while I get a look at that cherry hole!” Just that quick, the two men switched positions. The older man was definitely in charge of my education. I held my mouth wide open until T’s got close enough to obey his Dad, who remarked almost to himself, “Yeah, T-bone. Work that slut’s throat good! You suck him good now, boy! Swallow that cock like I just taught you! Now here! Feel my big ol’ cock head pressing on your tight little hole?! Push down on it! Do it!” “UmmmPHHHH!” I squealed. “Take you cock outta that boy’s mouth, T-bone! Whatchoo sayin’, white boy?” “Ummmm…” I groaned. “Fffffff….. Uhhnnnnn…… Fffff…Ummm.” “Tell me! Whatchoo wantin’ boy?” T tilted my head up so I could see his father. The older man was giving me a very serious look, and in his hand he was gripping the tip of his dripping cock which was pressing firmly against my cherry hole. “Fuck me, mister! Please! I think I can take it. I think so. Maybe. I played with a cucumber a couple of times. My ass really wants to feel your cock!” “That’s all ya had to say, slut. You..can…scream if…it…helps. UHHH, yeah, boy! Look down here at my big dick gettin' inside you!” I looked down and couldn't believe what I was seeing. T looked down at me and started jacking his cock right over my face, his balls virtually practically bouncing in excitement. “Ohh… Sir, it’s…so….uuhhhhnnnnnnnn… your big…black…cock…it’s… inside me! Ohhhh….uuuhhhhhhhh!” “I’m gonna nut again, whiteboy!” T yelled, the camera no longer in sight. “My daddy don’t take long to breed a horned up little cherry boy like you, and his nuts are huge! Time for feeding and breeding, slut! Open. Your. Mouth!!!” “He’s right, boy! Eat his spunk. I’m…getting…deep…deeper…..” “Ohh! Oh fuck! Ohhh…. Fuck yeah…. T, your…daddy…is…fucking…me….his big cock…. Uhhnn….you should…fff…fffeed me again!” Just then T growled and said, “We’re keepin’ this fuckin’ whiteboy slut, daddy! Unnnggghh! Cuming again, slut!! Yeah, eat eat eat!!!!!” I greedily started gulping more rich sperm as it pulsed ropey strands into my mouth and all over my face as I said, “Mmmm! Oh, yeah… I can’t believe how good it tastes….” Gobbling T’s sperm like I would never eat again, I was delirious with the feel of the bigger, older man fucking my tight virgin ass. “You doin’ really good. I’m fucking you for real now, boy…..slow… deep…strokes…in and out. Yeah, yeah. I'm ‘bout to flood your hole with…my….Aaaaeeeiiiirrrggghh! Yeah! Seeding you, boy! You gettin bred and fed! And we’re just gettin’ started! Oh yeah….feel how much better my cock feels up in you with all that creamy spunk, boy?” “Fuck yes, mister! Feels…so…good…please…please…don’t…. please….don’t….stop! Uhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.” “We just getting started, boy. My big black cock is all cummy now, and I’m fucking my seed deeper into you. You know you’re MY bitch, now, right boy? I’ll let my son use you and whoever else I want to." “Unnnnhh! Yes sir...." “That’s good, boy. Who’s my bitch?” “Oh, I’m your bitch sir. I’m definitely your little bitch!”

My boyfriend and I have always had an open relationship. We agree there is a difference between love and sex, that I could plow the neighbor boy up the street while my partner was taking his daddy’s meat upstairs and that works for us. We also have some intense role-playing when we are together, which is HOT! It was during one of these while romps of our that he revealed a fantasy to me that he wanted to fulfill. “You want some guy to tie you up, fuck you all day, and hen leave you tied up for me to untie when I get home?” I asked wanting to make sure I completely understood. I had paused briefly in my piston fucking to verify. I slowly started picking up my temp as I finished, “…and you want me to watch from work via webcam?” I buried myself in him and shot my load deep inside of his ass as he moaned yes and eagerly pumped his on cock shooting shortly after mine, his load glistening on his panting chest. “Hell yeah," I answered my own question,"...make it happen!” That was Friday night and he had been enthusiastically typing away at the computer all weekend so Monday morning I left for work with a little pep in my step wondering if I would receive an email with a video chat link in it while I pushed papers and dealt with clients and blah blah blah. I receive any such email, nor did I receive one the next day, nor the day afterwards. Not that I was particularly disappointed. Each day I had one of the office pool guys blow me at lunch. I would check for the email, and figured I would watch my boyfriend get fucked while getting blown. As it turned out, I didn’t get to watch but I still got a blow job from my co-worker. The guy is cute and a great cocksucker, so why not? It was another week before I got the email. I was not expecting it but my heart skipped a beat. Fortunately it was on a day when I wouldn’t have a lot to do so could devote pretty much the whole day to watching, and it was early around eleven a.m. and I was only here till five. I opened the link and watched the screen buffer and then the connection was made. There on the screen was my boyfriend on our bed with a rather hot stranger to me. It was an interesting set up, the webcam was Bluetooth above the bed and went through the laptop, so I could see them on the bed and see them typing to me on the laptop. It didn’t take long for them to realize that I was connected, and I received a brief explanation saying my boyfriend would be tied face down to the bed in the standard X positioning. He would be blindfolded and would wear earmuffs to prevent hearing, the deadening of the two senses were supposed to heighten the sense of touch. The top had tied my boyfriend spread eagle on the bed and went to town eating his ass. The resulting series of head thrashings and body writing that issued forth from my boyfriend sang a testimonial to the magical tongue of this stranger and his obviously superb abilities. While I could not hear what was happening I could see it on the screen and I knew there was some loud moaning going on in that room. My cock was at full salute, and my ass was beginning to tingle, which led me to wish the top's tongue was working on my hole. Damn, I thought, why had we not thought to do this earlier? If nothing else, I was fairly sure this would become a regular component of our sex play. The top continued eating my partner’s ass for about ten minutes then he stopped, stripped, and revealed yet another blessing: he was well hung and had a set of bull balls. Now I know why my partner picked him, he always did have a thing for big cocks, (which was why the two of us were such a good couple: I’m a hefty eight inches, with a nice set of juice makers, but I had nothing on this guy). At this point the top re-positioned the laptop, and took a seat on the bed at my partners head. Chad, my partner, I guess I should have introduced him by now, went to town working on that cock, and I can’t say that I blame him. I don’t particularly like sucking dick but when I come across one such as this particular cock, probably a full ten inches when erect, and sporting a nice girth, I usually find a hunger deep in my throat, and an inclination to bottom, if only for the challenge of accommodating such a tool. Anyhow, as Chad nursed the enormous cock of the stranger, the later placed the laptop on Chad's back and chatted with me. . Him: "What’s going on man? Are you enjoying the show?" Me: "Hell yeah. Looked like a hell of a tongue fucking there." Him: "Yeah, I do it good." Me: "Fuck his ass. He likes big cocks." Him: "Oh, don't worry. I’m gonna fuck his ass alright." With that the top placed the laptop off to the bed stand, and dabbed what I assumed to be poppers on a bit of it onto a cotton pad, placing it on the bed next to Chad's head, so the two of them could take a nice hit as needed, a courtesy of which I knew Chad would avail himself. As Stranger moved around the room, his huge cock just bounced around but never lost strength. He picked-up a bag of some sort, lubed his massive cock and started pushing a generous amount into Chad's ass. Wait, I thought, he's supposed to be using condoms! I pressed the button on the chat program that sent a buzz to the computer to get his attention. He was halfway in at that point and I couldn’t tell if the alarm had gone off on that end. He was sinking deeper into him bare and Chad was presumably in heaven, completely unaware he was being barebacked. The top finally bottomed-out in Chad, who's ass, as our toy collection will attest, is very accommodating, and about then the top seemed to notice the alerts. He lay across Chad's back, reached for the laptop, and with his cock still buried in Chad's ass, set the laptop on Chad's shoulders and slowly pumped in and out of him as he read my messages Me: "Hey! Wait! STOP! You need to wear a condom, dude!" Him: "Oh, I’m sorry man. I thought it was cool. He said you guys barebacked." Me: "We do bareback, with each other. Not with other people though." Him: "Oh." At this point I noticed the length of time it was taking for him to respond to my messages, and that at no point had the top stopped fucking Chad, even as I told him he needed to be wearing a condom. In fact, more than a minute had passed after he replied "Oh," and he was still fucking away, the laptop on Chad's back, just staring at the screen. Me: "Hello?" Another minute passed. Again I typed "HELLO?" Another minute passed. Finally he typed "Yeah?" Me: "Put on a condom, dude." A minute passed before he responded "Oh, yeah, sorry, man. It was the poppers." He stopped, and slowly pulled-out of Chad, and, donning a condom, in less than a minute he was suited up and hilted inside of Chad again, plowing away. The laptop was back on the bed stand and top was concerned solely with fucking Chad. Man, I thought, this guy has lasting power, and watching him was bringing out the bottom in me. I wanted him to do me exactly like he was doing Chad. Exactly, not really. I know that if Chad and I switched roles, and the incident with the condom had occurred were I was being fucked bareback, either Chad wouldn't have noticed, if he had noticed, he wouldn't have cared enough to intervene. Knowing as much didn't kill the perverse interest I felt in wanting to bottom for the guy. In fact, I suspected that were he fucking me, he would most definitely be fucking me bareback. Suddenly someone knocked at my door and I all-but jumped to my feet. In the lust of the moment I had lost myself in watching Chad and his top, so the knock shocked me back to reality. Me: "I’ll be right back," not that I think the top on my computer screen was interested. I answered the door to find Jerry, the guy who had been blowing me. I wasn't expecting him, but since he was available, it was easy to invite him to go down on me. Fortunately Jerry is sufficiently limber to slide into the well under my desk and, by adjusting the screen on my computer, I could watch Chad getting fucked by that stallion all the while I received an excellent blow job. Resuming my vicarious participating in the scene with Chad and the stallion, I saw the Stranger was sliding back into Chad, and plowing quite rapidly. And I drifted again to him doing me, and then to knowing it would be bareback. It was about five minutes later when I realized that Stranger had sent a message while I was away from computer and I hadn’t read it. Him: "I’m taking this condom off." My reply? I didn’t type anything. I was high on the ecstasy of the moment. The visual stimulation of my partner getting plowed by this hung stud. The fantasy of being the bottom in such an arrangement, coupled with the taboo eroticism of bareback sex. Adding to this was the sense of humiliation at Stranger just taking control and asserting his own desires, I, after all, was supposed to be in control. Me: "Are you barebacking him?" A long five minutes passed before his reply came: "Yes." Another five minutes passed, and he typed another message to me: "And you know what else?" Me: "What?" Him: "I'm Poz." Me: "You are?" Him: "Yup." Me: "Are you going to cum in him?" Him: "I already have. Twice." As I read his last message, my orgasm suddenly erupted violently in Jerry’s mouth. It was such a violent orgasm that it took a major effort on my part not to scream in pleasure. When I was able to regain my composure, I saw the Stranger had closed the laptop, ending the transmission. I closed my eyes, contemplating what was happening, "What's going on?" Jerry asked. I quickly filled him in on the parts of the story that he didn’t know, essentially the last part of the conversation with Stranger about cumming in him. Jerry looked at the clock and said “It’s two o:clock. What time are you heading home?” “I don’t know.” I replied as Jerry spit into his hand a mixture of saliva and my cum and wiped in on his asshole. Jerry lined up and slid down my bare cock taking me all the way into him easily. “I can’t go home yet. We have company until five..” --THE END--

There was this hottie versatile guy visiting both our profiles on gayromeo, planning a sex adventure while visiting our town, leaving blank the safe sex option (how revealing...): 46 years old, 180cm, 72kg, defined muscled body, jarhead, trimmed body hair, beautiful cock with a 0 gauge PA, nice rosebud, according to the pics he sent. Since both me, 54, 176, 69, bald, no facial hair, smooth, slim, nice thick 20cm cock, accomodating hole, and my bf, 55, 178 70, full beard, short cropped hair, hairy, athletic, gorgeous 24cm beer can cock, great fucker, eager fistee, as myself, stated we preferred long sessions, he assumed, correctly, we like to pnp, and, quite surprisingly, went straight to the matter: if we would like to have him over for a long raw session. By the look of the chat it seemed to me it was more interested in getting his hole well used – fine, by me, but I wanted some meat inside, as well. That would require some careful planning... We got ready, taking our time prepping the fun room: suspended sling, mirrors on all walls, our music mix, with a heavy bass, standing by – perfect for what we had in mind, plastic covered mattress on the floor, on cleaning our insides, putting our leather harnesses, leather jocks, metal thick cockrings, with strings around our cocks and balls, heavy metal ballrings, slipping a couple of pills, cialis and kamagra. No other chems, so far: we wanted to be aware and in control... We prepared two joints, one “plain”, the other spiked with tina (no one can blame us on not treating well our guests). Some other things were prepared, then… Not knowing the extent of his experience we took extra care on how we would have him taking G, without him noticing: we placed an opened bottle of coke, replacing a third of the content with G, dissolving a couple of viagras, and stored it in the freezer. After all, I wanted him to be open to some suggestions on fucking me, as well. And we waited, just letting some of our friends know that we would not go to the baths, later, entertaining a foreign guy. He got at our place at the appointed hour: we guessed he had arrived earlier and waited, so punctual he was... I opened the door and there he was: just like the pics he sent (always good news) with one different thing: we wore glasses, thick ones. I was glad for that, anticipating he would be without them, soon enough, so we would not notice all the equipment we had in our fun room: our devoted cams and mikes... He entered our living room, sat on the end of the couch and started small talk. We could see right then he was quite nervous, fidgeting hands, dry mouth... Dry mouth? I asked, leaving to get his coke I must say I was the only one speaking to him, in a third language, since he did not speak mine, and my bf only speaks native. I left to get it and took another closed bottle and, casually, opened it, in the corridor, in front of him, spilling some, on purpose. While “cleaning” the mess, I switched the bottles… He was so thirsty he drank the entire 33 cL almost on one gulp. Made a funny face but didn’t mention anything. G as incredible as it is, made him melt on the couch, he himself took off his glasses and smiled, getting closer to us, saying that without his glasses he could not admire our bodies so well… Since we had put the heater on, it was child’s play having him removing his clothes: military boots, which he put on, later, his jacket, revealing a thigh t-shirt that showed a leather harness, good taste…, bleached jeans, leaving a white jock, letting us know his cock was already on full extent. He was indeed a hunk and that made us quite horny and eager to start the festivities. We lit our joint, to start relaxing and getting in fuck mode and asked if he wanted some to which he said yes, immediately. We offered the other one, so he could relax, since it was understandable he would be more nervous than us. It was visible the way he started to slur his words and it was quite easy compelling him to start rimming my hole, right there, in the sofa. My bf was helping him by fingering his hole and pushing his head against my butt. I was glad it took no convincing him to get up and to start fucking my hole. His cock, although not as thick as my bf’s, was quite good and he knew how to manage it, teasing my sphincter and then pushing it all the way in, touching my second ring, the weight of his PA was great to feel inside. We easily took him to our playroom and I asked if I could place a ball ring, similar to ours, and a string to make everything bulgier. He had great balls and, with the ring, he eventually fucked my hole with them We put the music on and it was amazing the way he responded, starting humming and that defined the way we communicated from that point on: three hummers… Although altered by the chems, he showed initiative: he proposed to fist both of us, on the mattress, and we gladly accepted. The fucker was quite skilled and we were happy we took our time cleaning: he was reaching and passing, easily, our second ring. I climbed on the sling and he rimmed my hole, alternating with sucking my bf’s cock. He went on fuck me again and he was quite into it. And I was thinking he was mostly a bottom… My bf asked me if he could be in the middle and after consulting him, he happily agreed. It was great to watch the happiness on my bf’s face, since I really don’t fuck him, enough. That guy was making my bf’s fucking me even better than usual. I was so pleased by the turn of events, I proposed him to be fucked by my boyfriend. He made a quite funny face and asked to leave to get something from his pocket. We went along and the fucker presented us a bag of tina and a handful of ecstasy pills… Nervous or not, the guy had some hidden talents, after all. The three of us took the pills and he said he needed a booty bump to get fucked by my boyfriend. That request came right into our design of the night. We prepared his booty bump, not being modest in the amount – his tina, after all, and placed him on the sling. We inserted the syringe carefully into his so far tight hole and pushed the tina inside… Then he really started sweating. We waited a while and start playing with his hole: first with a metal round bar – he said the cold of the metal inside his hot hole was amazing, then we placed a vinyl anal stretcher and gazed at his perfect pink inner walls. After he asked we both pissed inside his hole and he was in heaven. He started to piss and I was to drink all of it, feeling me getting high from the chems in his system. We removed the anal stretcher and my bf started to fuck him and they both started humming the same tune. It was great to see his hole expand and welcome my bf’s tool. The way his hole came out when my bf pulled out – just like the pics he had sent, forced me to ask my bf for a break so I could rim that beautiful rosebud. Licking and fingering, putting some more tina inside, his eyes rolling back… That was when I decided to climb on the sling, letting him fuck me with his hard cock. The position was ideal to rub some alcohol in his arm, selecting a proper vein to slam the fucker. We were not modest in the amount; it was from our supply of tina from which we had prepared our rigs, before. He coughed and I could feel his cock getting its own life, inside of me. We slammed, at the same time, and that was the moment, the three of us became one. I really think we shot at the same time, but maybe it was a cascade: my bf shooting his load inside of him, he exploding inside my hole and I shooting all over his chest and face. We took a break and went to the living room, to get some rest and to chat a little. That was when he revealed he had taken two viagras, to ensure himself he would be able to fuck, since he noticed we would like to be fucked as well, the clever guy… We gulped some water, to re-hydrate and relaxed, checking our apps and pc. It turned out that some of our friends wanted to come and join the fun.

A CUM-FILLED NIGHT AT SLAMMER Once or twice a month or so, I head on over to the Slammer sexclub in Los Angeles. Got a hankering for beefy masculine men? Like ‘em hairy? This is the place! Condoms are “encouraged” by the staff, but I don’t recall the last time I used them. A Saturday night here can be filled with cum and debauchery. There’s no shortage of men eager to fuck, get fucked, cum and get their holes filled with cum. And, with a look at the men there, there’s no doubt that the vast majority are spewing toxic seed. You know the look: lean, veiny, muscular with fat in just the right places to let you know they have the virus of life flowing through their veins. With any luck, I’ll get a few strains in my guts as well. On this particular Saturday night, I arrived a bit earlier than I usually do, shortly before 10 pm. It’s usually 11 or so when the action picks up, and the peak lasts until 2 am or so. As expected, it started out slow. I stripped down to my gym shorts with the band of my white Classic Bike #10 jockstrap hanging out the top. I headed on over to the gloryhole trough and found a couple of big daddy cocks worth sucking. One of the men had a thick cut cock with a huge ball sack, heavy with cum. I glanced at him, and pulled out my cock and started stroking my eight inches. That got his attention, and we made eye contact, as he walked up and stuck his big daddy dick through a hole. I took a hit of poppers and went to town. His thick cock filled my mouth to overflowing; I truly struggled with his girth, and took every pleasure in doing so! I rarely gag, but even his heft had me struggling. But repeated hits of poppers got me quite in the piggy mood, and I dug in my tongue into his piss slit, licking up every drop of precum I could. He brought his face to the hole, and stuck out his tongue, which I eagerly started sucking on, deepthroating his tongue just as I had been doing with his cock. We both took hits of poppers and passionately made out through the glory hole. After the intensity of the popper hit wore off, he asked to take me to a private booth, and I eagerly complied. We went to a booth that had a big bench for us to lay on. We quickly stripped off the little clothing we were wearing, so he was completely naked, except for boots and socks, and with me wearing nothing other than my shoes, socks and a jockstrap. ] We swapped a good deal of spit before he got me on my back and spread my legs, digging his tongue into my hairy fuckhole. He was an ass eater extraordinare! Clearly he loved to eat ass. He tongue-fucked my hole, loosening it up for what I hoped would be his cock. My cock was leaking a ton of poz precum, and he probably feared he was getting me too close, because he then came up and started making out with me. “Wanna get fucked?” he asked. “Please fuck me, fuck my poz fuckhole!” I breathed out. “You’re a pig, aren’t you? You’re a poz scumbag? You want me to recharge your hole, you pig?” Man, this guy knew exactly what got me off! “Please plow your cock into my ass and fill my hole with your toxic cum! Give me your strain!” With that, I took a hit of poppers as he lubed up my hole and his cock, and he plowed deep in me! Rarely has a cock filled me so full! Pleasure clearly won out over pain, and I was in pig heaven. His big hairy nut sack bounced against my ass as he plowed his big cock in and out of my hole. He occasionally spat in my mouth as well, interrupted only by groans from me, heavy breathing from both of us, and an occasional “pig” or “poz pig” or “toxic cum” from either or both of us. It was still early in the evening and I was hoping that all this talk wasn’t for show and that he would give me his load. And he didn’t disappoint. After about 15 minutes of him plowing my hole, he asked me: “Ready for my load?” “Give me your strain,” I grunted, taking a hit of poppers so he could really plow away. And plow away he did. Within a couple minutes, his cock was pumping gobs of charged cum deep into my guts. Naturally my hole savored every drop. His pace slowed, and after the intensity of his orgasm passed, he took a few more strokes in my ass before slowly withdrawing his cock. My hole was loose and sloppy, just the way I like it for a night of cum-filled debauchery ahead. I put my shorts back on and after exchanging pleasantries, we parted ways and I resumed walking the halls of The Slammer. The crowd was streaming in, and, considering scarcely 30 minutes had passed since I entered the place, there were still quite a few new faces. I had the feeling this would be a good night. I walked by the open sling, and there was an obviously old poz pig lying there, his skinny white ass in the air, ready for any cock. 'Ah, a vintage strain', I thought. I started making out with him, and this attracted other men to approach us and to run their hands over his body and mine. Another guy joined us in making out, and soon we were a swirl of three tongues, aggressively swapping spit amidst heavy breathing and groaning. The old guy in the sling whispered to me, “Fuck me.” I usually like to get a few loads in my ass before I top, but this guy was too hot for me to pass up. I approached his ass, and fingered him a bit. He was loose and wet! Mmmm, a cummy hole! I couldn’t resist! I took a few tentative licks at his hole, not knowing how clean he was, and I was delighted to find that this guy knew how to clean out! He ass started to give up some of his fresh-tasting cum in that hole, and I slurped away at his pig hole. After a few minutes of tongue-fucking his hole, I teased his hole with the head of my leaking cock, and then plowed my cock deep into his ass. What a loose hole he had, and my cock was covered with who knows how many loads. His hole started leaking some more, and I couldn’t resist but to get back down and dive in with my tongue. Fortunately his ass lips were so loose I could get in there quite deeply. Eventually I went back to fucking him some more, but didn’t take any hits of poppers (although he did). A hit would’ve sent me over the edge, and I wasn’t quite ready to give this guy my load yet. As I was fucking him, another dude approached me from the side and started manhandling my muscular chest. He was muscular, goateed, and looked to be in his mid-20s. He started making out with me as I plowed away at the older guy. Meanwhile, my wasted bottom pig was getting his mouth fucked by some monster dick as I continued to fuck his hole. The young bud said "I wanna fuck you." "Go ahead," I replied. The young guy whispered that he’d prefer me in a private room, but I told him that if he wanted to fuck me, he should stick his dick in me right now. He fingered my hole to get it ready for his cock, and I could feel my prior fuck’s cum leaking out. My newfound young friend didn’t even use any lube; he pulled out his cock from his jeans and started to fuck away at my hole while I continued to fuck the old guy. Once again I was in pig heaven. Sweet. It was only a few minutes before he filled my hole with his cum. I was hoping he’d go a bit longer, but a load is a load. He gave me a nervous “thank you” and then put away his cock and pulled up his jeans and was on his way. I continued to fuck my older friend, and as I started to make out with him, he said to me: “I want your cum in me!” I told him I wasn’t ready yet, but that I’d give him some cum anyways. I pulled out of his ass, scooped up a bit of cum from my own hole, lubed up my cock with this cum, then plowed back in. I told him he had a mix of two more loads in his ass now, and that put a big smile on his face! After another five minutes of plowing his hole, I told him I needed to take a break. I honestly did. His loose sloppy hole had me quite close to cumming, and I wasn’t quite ready to breed a hole quite yet. I browsed the halls a bit more, and noted that the place was really filling up! Oh, there were so many men I wanted to breed and be bred by! Young guys, older men, beefy men, skinny men, poz men and men who wanted to be poz. So much masculinity and raw energy in that one area! I walked over to a pitch black room in back. It’s was spilling over with near-naked men. Honestly, you can’t see a foot in front of you, and can barely make out shadows. As I sorta pushed my way in, hand upon hand started running over me, feeling my chest, cupping my jockstrap pouch, grabbing my asscheeks. A few guys started to finger my hole as I tried to make my way in. Once in the thick of it, I felt my way to the bench and bent over, ready to take on whoever anonymous guy wanted to fuck me. They could barely see me, and I could barely see them. All the men around me only knew that I was a greedy fuckhole ready for cum. A guy started to finger my hole. Feeling it loose and wet, he took his cock and placed it right at my hole as I was taking a hit of poppers. As my high started to hit me, he slowly eased his bare dick in my hole. And it was a big one! Not huge, but thick. Slowly, he started pistoning in and out. With my popper high peaking, I started to back my ass up on his cock aggressively to let him know I was ready for a pounding. And pound away he did! It was a few minutes before I felt him let out a loud groan as he unloaded his cock in my ass. Soon, another guy replaced his cock. And then another. Not all the men came, but most did, and I had cum leaking down my leg. I think I took about 5-7 more loads, but honestly, I lost count. As I tried to extricate myself from the room, the bottom next to me grabbed on and followed me out. As we entered the hallway, he said hi and said he was jealous of the all cock I got in me. He asked me how many loads I had and I answered “about 10”. He told me he had 6 and was aiming for 20. “You’re just my type of pig.” He was young, maybe mid-20s, but a seasoned bottom. As he turned around and walked ahead of me, I saw what I love to see: a biohazard tatt on his lower back. I grabbed his ass as we continued to walk, and told him I wanted to load him up. I usually give two loads on an average night, and this poz pig was one I wanted to recharge! I led him to the sling, and he jumped right in like a pro. I started to finger his ass and found some cum leaking out. Not one to let cum go to waste, I started to lick his hole and slurped up the cum as it leaked out. I swallowed some, but then took a nice mouthful back up to him as we shared the loads, swapping spit and cum back and forth, our tongues wrestling inside each other’s mouths. As we snowballed, I placed my cock at his hole and pulled out my poppers, offered him a hit, which he gladly accepted, and I took a hit as well as I slowly fucked his ass, picking-up my pace, knowing that I wouldn’t last long anyway the cumsloppy mess that was his hole, and I asked him if he wanted my charged load. “Fuckin’ recharge my ass, man!” he urged, and with those words, I started coating his insides with my poz cum. I came for what felt like forever, and he loved it. As I came off my climax, I made out with him for a few more minutes as one guy right next to me started to scoop up the cum leaking from my buddy’s ass and started to massage it into my hole. Does that mean I was just instantly bred by six more loads?! Yup, pig heaven. With that load, I decided to end the night. I hate being one of the desperate bottom whores left at the end of the night, who are eager for a load but end up laying in the sling at the end of the night without any takers. I decided to leave on a high note. So, with who knows how many loads in my ass and strains of HIV being absorbed through my guts, I decided to head back home.

I'm a kinky bastard, what can I say? I enjoy getting off to hot videos of neg holes getting bred by poz tops and stories of stealthers coming in and knocking-up unsuspecting neg bottom boys. I do it a lot myself, and I'm good at what I do, they never know who it was that got em...at least I thought none figured it out. I admit once I had gotten cocky so I wasn't careful, and sure enough I came across a story, and it was so fucking hot...and I realized it was about me! The boy knew he had been pozzed deep and good. Maybe you'll get off to what happened to him like I have. (Story told from Bottom's Point of View.) Looking back now, I can't tell if I was stupid, horny, or naive. One thing I can tell you is, the guy had a huge dick. I was new to the city and it was my freshman year of college. I was still just eighteen and only had a bit of experience being fucked and I always played safe like I learned in Health Class my Sophomore year in High School. I hadn't come out though so I couldn't really make the typical profile. I was sticking to things like Craigslist, maybe that's how I got set up so easily. He had a nice package, said he was on the DL. He was a hung mixed guy, couldn't tell what mixed but he had great slightly tanned looking skin, and a thick beautiful cock that curved upward just a bit. He had a remote control right next to his dick for size reference, oh god....I was already hard. I messaged him and sent a pic of my ass and face. I hoped I'd get one in return, I told him I was looking for some 'safe' and 'sane' fun, just some buzz words that I picked up to convey I was vanilla and maybe a bit inexperienced. To my surprise I didn't have to wait long to get a response and a face pic. He was way better looking than I had imagined, I thought guys who wanted to hide their face would probably require a paper bag if I wanted to get fucked by them, but that was so not the case. He asked if I was neg, and I said yes so condom only. He asked if I got into any kink like being tied up or blindfolded because it turned him on a lot. I had never tried any of that before but if he would fuck me more than once, I would go for it. He agreed and sent me his address and when to be there. It was just over an hour and so I had to move like lightning if I wanted to be ready in time. I was all nerves and butterflies as I pressed the buzzer to the apartment number he gave me, the door opened and I went up to the floor I was told the room was on. I came knocked the door '232' tentatively and it opened as I tapped the wood. I pressed my palm against it and opened the door fully. The room was dimly lit with candles and some sensual R&B jams playing lowly. He sat there shirtless, nice built chest, sweatpants hanging loosely from his hips showing his pubic hair and the very base of his dick was exposed as well. My heart was pumping hard in my chest now, was I supposed to fall to my knees and worship his dick? I wanted to at the very least. I confess I have a thing for thugs, just the idea of one getting rough and merciless with me was hot...but not sure how well I could deal with pain if there was any unexpectedly. "Come here and suck this dick," he commanded firmly. I obliged and covered the distance between me and his crotch, tugging down those sweats and sucking the ever-stiffening uncut monster cock that I was going to let drill into me. He licked a finger and slid it down my track pants and fingered my tight hole, his saliva slicked it up as he opened me. I moaned contently. "I'm gonna widen you up, that hole is too tight, I need it loose and used up," he whispered seductively. I arched my back trying to let myself open to him more, another finger made its way inside. He coaxed me up onto the bed, pulling me forcibly by my hair so I had to crawl on my hands and knees to the middle. He took my hands and pulled them up towards the corners, leather straps found their way around my wrists and were secured snugly with lightning quick precision. I could barely move my hands, there was no way I could slip out. This whole time he kept me gagged with his dick so I couldn't say much at all. He did mention restraints in the e-mail, so I was only surprised because I was so into sucking him. He moved away from me, and I tried to turn to see where he was going but a blindfold was already over my eyes and tied firmly into place. With one more fluid motion my ankles were bound to the bed to. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't move either. My track pants had been taken off as he had pulled me onto the bed and I was commando, so no underwear stood between my hole and his cock. "I brought condoms," I said, almost more like a whimper. I can't lie, I was scared, he could do anything to me now. Most of the things I imagined him doing to me, I wanted, but what if he wanted to do something else.... "Good," he said somewhere behind me. I could hear the floor boards creaking oddly, and now that I thought about it, I hadn't got to look around his place. There were rooms down the hall, could there be more than one person here? "You have a roommate?" I asked timidly. "Nope, just you and me," he assured me, I felt him press his dick against my ass lube covering it nicely. I couldn't tell if he had a condom on but it didn't feel like it. He pressed my head into a pillow with one hand before I could question and his dick shoved into me as well. I grimaced as the initial burn of his cock widening me up began. I gasped as he plunged into me. He tried to let me get used to it for a few moments but not nearly long enough, this top was impatient for my hole and he knew he could take it. I had no choice but to try and bite into the pillow and give up my ass to my dominator. The whole bed shook, I could hear the headboard knocking against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts into my captive hole. I moaned with each slap of his balls against my ass cheeks, they were so huge, I could tell he shot huge loads. Oh god, I hoped the condom wouldn't break or I'd be the one overflowing with his seed...if he was wearing a condom at all. I was nearly screaming at the top of my lungs into the pillow before he suddenly slacked off and slid out of me without a word. Had he cum? Was he about to rim me? I couldn't tell what was happening, that familiar feeling of nervousness and excitement struck again, perhaps this is why he liked the bottom to be blindfolded. Not knowing could be an aphrodisiac after all it seemed. Then, his cock slid into me once more. Yet, something was different this time. It seemed fatter somehow, his was a hung dick but it was overly-thick, this one though had way more girth to it. Did he put on a cock ring maybe? I didn't have time to ask or ponder before I was being drilled again. Tears started splashing into my pillow as the assault renewed with incredible power. My hole quivered from the force of his dick cramming into me and forcing me even wider. My top was silent not even a little dirty talk, just me moaning and grunting as his used me as much as he wanted. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, and something was pushed under my nose. I wondered what it was and inhaled curiously, it didn't smell like much of anything but he moved it and held it under my other nostril and made me sniff deeply again. As he moved the bottle away I got the most intense feeling I had ever had. A warmth seemed to spread from the center of my chest and radiate through my whole body. My hole could barely handle his dick before but suddenly it seemed to want nothing more than to open up and get raped by his horse-hung cock. All I wanted was to let him use me as his cumdump, I wished I could have told him to rip the condom off and just blow inside me. My hole felt like a secret part of it was opening up to just him and he could violate me deeper than anyone ever had before and...he sure fucking did. I moaned like a bitch as he drilled my ass in places I couldn't imagine having been fucked in. It was like his dick found a secret compartment to stuff his meat into again and again until suddenly I felt it throbbing repeatedly while he was balls deep inside. I breathed heavily just feeling the pulses taper off after two minutes. His balls emptied every drop before he slid out of my ass. "You wanted multiple loads from me though, yeah?" he questioned. I felt him press his dick back into me, though now it felt longer again, not as thick, and it went even deeper than before. I felt the familiar bottle pressed against my nose. I inhaled, and now I knew he definitely had a friend using my ass there with him, and if I had to guess I was being the cumdump for both of them. I tried pushing out the load, to be sure it was inside me but the rush took over again and his dick was already plowing me deeply. I closed my eyes even though I couldn't see anything anyway and just relaxed and let him use me. Resisting wouldn't help now and he knew I had given in. The bed was rocking like a boat in a storm and the pounding of the headboard was like thunder with how powerful his fucking was. I screamed into the pillow in ecstasy. "Just fucking cum in me, I know you're doing it!" I begged. And that's when he shot. He pulled out so I could feel a spurt of jizz shoot across my back and then plunged balls deep into me and kept it in the entire time until he was done. A finger ran across my back gathering the load he shot and pushed it back into my hole with the rest of the loads. He unbuckled me but pinned my arms behind my back as he undid the restraints on my ankles. He walked me across the room with the blindfold on and pushed me outside the door of his place as he dropped my clothes to the floor with my shoes also outside. The door slammed shut as I was taking off the blindfold, completely naked in the building where anyone could walk by. I hurriedly got dressed, my aching hole wanting to burst with the amount of cum his balls had filled me with. I hoped I could make it home or to a bathroom before I had to let the loads out. "Ugh!" I gasped as it was too late, a huge stream of cum suddenly ran down my left leg coating my socks with jizz there was so much fucking jizz, and I knew that was only the beginning. My track pants were soaked, I could only hope they were dark enough people couldn't tell I had just been fucked in the ass and bred. I felt like such a slut. He had used me and tossed me away like tissue paper... And God was it hot. I found out I was poz two months later, but I never saw him again...that's when I thought to write this. Maybe he'll see it and get in touch someday... ((Note: For anyone who is thinking of asking -- nope, I didn't find this story somewhere else, haha I wrote it all myself, just added more to the story to include that twist. Wouldn't it be hot to read a story written by someone you gifted? ))

LOUISVILLE - Worked really hard to line up a gangbang for this sexy 23 yr old Latino boy. I've bred him before so I felt good about the little pig coming thru for me. Well, no calls and no texts today for his gangbang that was supposed to start at noon. Ironically, I got an email from the Craigslist ad I had posted from a boy claiming to be 18 that told me he wanted to be whored out sometime. I hit him up on kik like he requested and we had great conversation. He sent me his pics and I had to ask him for ID because I wasn't convinced he was really 18 When he proved he was legal we decided to go ahead and fuck today so I could whore him out another time. Let's just say that I'm 100000% not in the market to date anyone, but this boy has me reconsidering. He's gorgeous and took my cock RAW, no lube or spit. He wanted me to pound him and when I came in him he stuck his fingers in his hole and scooped some cum out and ate it. He wants me to whore him out but he also asked me out on a date. Hahahaha. I said yes to the whoring out proposition! Get ready Louisville area peeps, this one is gonna be a fun one!

I was a Steamworks Thursday night lights out party.i was laying on my stomack in my room. I felt a hand on my ass. I looked up to see a very cute hung Latin guy with a equally cute oriental guy. Both were 19 tools. I Latin guy moved so I could suck his dick. The orientali guy moved on top and all of sudden shoved his dick up my ass. He pounded for a few minutes till I heard him moan. I could feel his dick twitching as he shot. All this while I still had the Latin twinks dick in my mouth. Then the oriental guy pulled out and the Latin guy took his place.. His dick was huge and hurt going in. After a while he came too. They both left. I just lay there. Then in about an hour they returned and we did it again. After the four loads I was too tired for anything else. Sometimes you just get lucky

Load number 3 in my tight cunt. The strong, hairy beast on top of me roared as his grip on my ankles tightened and he added his seed to the sperm cocktail churning around inside me. He smelled like sweat and cigarettes. Combined with the smell of piss in the gas station bathroom and chemicals in my throat, it made my head spin. He rolled up a ball of spit behind his crooked teeth and shot it at my face. It was thick and a little bubbly, like his cum. His cock inside me felt natural, like it was filling up an empty hole inside me. “Good slut!” he exclaimed, satisfied. I moaned as he slipped his cock out and I suddenly felt incomplete. He jammed two fingers into me roughly. Some of the cum leaked out of my ass and dribbled down my legs. I put on my g-string and denim cutoffs. He put ten bucks into my back pocket and kissed me. Some wads of his own spit got caught on his mustache. I normally didn’t ask for payment outside of work; hell, sometimes I would pay to get my ass creamed. But I was low on drugs, and it turns some guys on to shell out a few bucks afterwards. It reminds them of how little I’m worth. He hopped in his car, and I got back on the street, struggling to keep the loads in my ass. Almost 1AM, and the roads were empty. Everything was dark except for the street light and the neon lights at the sports bar the block down. Properly lubed up and feeling piggy, I could finally go to work. A little buzzed from my booty bump earlier that day still, every few steps felt like one, and keeping track of time was difficult. Every sound made me jump. The hot, stickiness grinding between my asscheeks and slowly trickling down my legs made the walk better. I’m 20, 5’9”, Asian, perfectly smooth, waxed all over my entire body, and fit. A lot of guys liked that. Some people told me touching me was like feeling a girl, but my pussy is tighter, and I’m sloppier, hungrier, trashier, and longer-lasting than any girl they’ve fucked before. I arrived at the basement club. Barry, the guy at the desk, knows me by now. The only reason he lets me do what I do here is because sometimes I let him fuck me. Over the course of my career, he’s pumped me with enough sperm to fill my body. “The boys are downstairs at the back of the maze,” he said. “Don’t cause any trouble, fuckin’ tweaker. Don’t want you to pass out again – I’m not taking care of you next time.” I don’t remember what life was like before I was a trashy slut anymore. No... I was always one. This is who I am. I was born and destined for this life. The maze was dark, but plenty of dicks and dirty words graffitied onto the walls stopped you from running into them. Besides, I knew where to go. I walked into the sling room. A white, flickering light swung from the ceiling, creaking as it rocked back and forth. Fourteen guys stood there, either in leather chaps and harnesses or dressed normally and rubbing their bulges through their jeans. Some of them were handsome, some of them were trolls. All of them were at least 35. Bags of white crystals, pipes, and points were being passed around the room. One of the guys was packing a giant three-foot bong with weed. Backwards hat, basketball shorts, chiseled body. He was one of the younger ones. They greeted me warmly and handed me a bottle of coke, which I assumed was spiked with GHB. I took two large gulps. Maybe it was placebo effect, but I immediately felt the room turn floaty and my body felt hot. “Yo Ricky, you sure we can fuck this kid raw?” one guy said. His voice was booming. He was wearing a ski mask and was a tall, broad-shouldered and broad-chested man. He had a gut, but you could tell he was strong and could snap me in half easily with his titanic arms. The bulge through his jeans ran down his thigh. “Hell, I think I’d break him apart. He’ll be feeling my dick in his throat when I fuck that little pussy.” “Then break him apart, John. What, ya worried about the kid? You like him or somethin’?” Ricky said. The masked man squints at me through his eyeholes, grabs my chin, and runs his tongue up my neck, over my jaw, and up my cheek. My face was still sticky from being spit on by the guy in the gas station bathroom. His other hand slides down my back and tailbone until his middle finder rubs my g-string right over my ass. The strap is now sticky, warm, and soaked with the cum oozing out of my hole. I moan as I feel his breath against my face, like a wolf about to eat his prey. “Nah,” he snarled. “I don’t feel nuthin’ for him. Hey boy. I’m gonna shred your lil’ pink cunt, and then I’m gonna knock you up with my lil’ babies.” The other men laughed. My chest fluttered. My ass had been loosened up by the past few fucks that night, but a gangbang will wreck your hole enough. I was already nervous, but his dick looked like a python. Ricky was my pimp, boss, and master. He’s Italian, tall, strong, hairy, and had dark features. He perpetually smelled of cigarettes. He’s not associated with the mob, and he doesn’t kill people... with guns anyway. Ricky’s a businessman who sells bodies, but he has his moral standards. He doesn’t kidnap boys because he knows there are boys like myself who seek him out, who willingly become his whores... and that’s what keeps him passionate about his work. The jock handed me the bong, its giant piece packed full with what looked like a small shrub. He handed me the lighter. “Torch it, man. It’s gonna be a long night for you.” “Thanks,” I said, holding the carb and putting the fire to the weed. I sucked. One... Two... let the fire go. Three feet of glass instantly filled up with a thick white smoke. As the grass burned the smoke turned so thick it had a yellowish hue. Just as I released the carb, John shoved my head down, forcing my mouth over the hole. He held it there as I inhaled until I felt the smoke basically fuck my lungs. I choked, smoke flying out the sides and through my nostrils. “Yo, suck it you little bitch! If you can’t even take that, how are you gonna take fourteen cocks?” the jock yelled. It took me four full inhales to clear the smoke. Meanwhile, John slowly unbuttoned my cutoffs from behind. They fell to the floor around my boots. His hands floated up to my chest and he grabbed my small pecs as he nibbled my ear. I passed the bong to the next guy, but my head was already spinning wildly. I coughed for a full five minutes while the men offered me more of the coke and felt me up all over my body. I felt the blood vessels in my eyes instantly constrict. Everything was slow, I was so high I could barely utter a word or respond to what anyone else was saying or doing, and my skin felt hypersensitive. The men moved in on me. Countless dirty hands (some even with rings!) and tongues slobbered and violated me. A fat finger entered me. I was so high it felt like the first thing to enter my ass all night, an incredibly new and fresh feeling. I moaned, louder than I thought. It almost startled myself, I was practically yelping with pleasure, like a virgin getting his sweet spot gently tapped for the first time. I was drowning in men’s bodies. The high was so strong, their dirty talk was only a buzz in the distance. All I could really hear was the loud heartbeat in my ears and my own moans of ecstasy. “His ass is so warm and sticky already. How many guys did he let cum inside him?” “What a sloppy piece of trash. I can’t wait to get my turn at that cunt.” “I call dibs first.” “I’ll take his mouth then. Don’t waste the meat.” A few chuckles. Some guy was now eating my ass. His face was buried between my asscheeks, his tongue wriggling furiously against my hole. I could feel his unkempt beard rub all over my ass. I was euphoric. I love my job, I thought to myself. By becoming less than human at a young age, I’ve descended into a world of drugs, cock, cum, and service, and feeling my body being pleasured, knowing that these men wanted to pleasure their cocks using my holes, knowing I was nothing more than a sloppy cum rag to wipe their dicks with, a vessel for their cum... That fulfilled all of my inner desires. “More!” I screamed. “Cock... fuck me... breed me... use me!” I moaned incoherently as they touched me. “Aw yeah, the pig wants it. Oink, oink!” one of the men snickered. “Where’s the T? Someone put that slut in the sling and wrap a tourniquet around his arm.” “Man, if this kid’s parents could see him now.” More laughter, this time louder. Ricky watched in the corner, taking his turn at the bong. The man loved to indulge, but always stayed in control, making sure his money-maker didn’t get too out of line or refuse any of the men their pleasure. Continued in Part Two.

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

Halloween: the night when all the freaks come out, and I decided, as I usually did, to join them. Usually I go as the sexy pizza boy or shirtless lumberjack. I get a lot of grabs and looks from the boys at the bars, all in the name of harmless sexy fun. However, this year I decided to go as the Dark Knight Batman: a little dark, totally anonymous with the face mask, and I get to let my inner nerd out. I also decided that since I'm 26, I don't have to be treated like an object at every costume party, at least this year. I live with my parents close to the local college which my younger brother attends, now 21 and in his junior year. He is almost always out at parties or bars, he just sleeps here. Sometimes. Anyhow, since around here Halloween gets very noisy and disruptive, my parents went on a weekend get away, leaving the house in my care. On the big night, I prepared myself for the festivities, dressing in flattering torso armor, armored tights, half mask, utility belt, phone, keys, cash, my ID, and a couple condoms and couple lube packets- after all, a superhero is prepared for all forms of combat. A couple of my boys wanted to meet up at the local leather bar rather than our normal hangout. Since Halloween is a Saturday this year, the bars are going to be packed. The leather bar usually has fewer people, but it has surprisingly good music and a small dance floor. Drinks are cheap, too, so I'm looking forward to the party, and to get fully in the mood, I made myself a couple of vodka tonics, and down them just before I left the house to await an Uber at the end of the driveway. As I stood there, I could feel the vodka kicking in, I must have poured them stronger than I thought, it's going to be some night! The driver could tell I was drunk by the time we got close to the bar. There was utility truck and a small crowd, so he had to drop me off down the street. I stepped out, thanked him, to which he replied, "Looks like you're going to have a lot of fun! Stay safe!" I laughed. I felt sexy, I was solidly buzzed, I loved how the tights clung to me. I still had my runner's body from college. I was giving myself a hardon, and I chucked: the plastic codpiece let me sport full mast and no one was the wiser. As I approached the bar building, I heard a guy beckon, "What's got 'ya grinning, Batman?" I turned and looked, and saw a beautiful specimen in a snake-scale body suit and had a cobra half-mask with open hood around his neck standing the entrance to the alley leading behind the bar. "Whoa..." I stuttered, "y-you do." I suddenly gained my composure and pretended to play cool. I glanced down and saw an unsupported bulge in the spandex pants and I licked my lips. "Hot costume. Looks like you're a very big snake!" I stepped closer to him and he stepped closer to me. "You're too kind!" he said, pretending to be bashful, placing a hand on my chest. "But you see, I'm cold blooded. I grow a little as things heat up." "Really?" I stepped closer and started to lean in. "Sounds like we need to heat you up and get you all stretched out. You must be all cramped up." I could feel my heart begin to race. I'm never this quick and obvious, but the vodka and my concealed erection were speaking on my behalf, and it's working. The cobra guy suddenly puts a hand behind my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. Our masks just barely let us kiss. I lean in entirely into his body, minding my codpiece and moved to the side slightly, allowing his slowly growing cock to press firmly against my thigh. A couple guys whistled as they passed behind us, one even grabbed my ass, pushing me into Cobra a little more. I felt a cold spot soak through my tights: a precummer, sweet. We continued to make out for a minute and I had to have him. It was clear for the moment, both of us looked around, grinned devilishly and Cobra grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper into the alley. Barely turning the corner, we continued to make out with abandon. My hand ran down his body suit and to my relief, found the waist of his tights. I grabbed his bottom lip with my teeth and felt around with my other hand to find the waist at his other hip. He laughed as I pulled on his lip and started to lower his tights. His cock sprang out as soon as it was free from the spandex. It was a nice seven and a half inches, thicker than my own, uncut with loose foreskin. I was a little jealous- I remember as kids my parents explaining they changed their minds about circumcision when I saw my brother's peeper was different than mine. Ever since, I had foreskin envy. Seeing that uncut beauty, I immediately dropped to my knees. One of the plastic knee pads jabbed under my kneecap and made me jump and readjust. It's ironic that these armored tights hurt. "Are you okay, Batman?" "Yea-" I gulped as I slid my mouth as far down that cock as I could go, pulling that supple foreskin with my lips. I felt my Snake's body shudder as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I wrapped my tongue around as much of the shaft as I could and started to swallow all my drool and all his precum that started gushing out. "Oh, God!" he yelped. It sounded like he was holding back tears. He gasped slightly every time I slid down his cock, brushing my tongue and lips across his foreskin. It sounded like he never felt a real blowjob before. I'm glad I was giving it to him. He took a deep breath and came down from his small piece of heaven, placed his hand under my chin to gesture me to look up. When I made eye contact with him with his dick still in my mouth, he started talking, "It's been a couple weeks since I've been able to sink that fang you're sucking on into something tasty, and I'm starving. Can I take a bite?" I nodded. All this character talk would normally be cheesy, but it made me even hotter. I slowly stood up, letting his dick pop out of my mouth in one smooth motion. I reached into my utility belt and found the lube packets and set them on the lid of a trashcan next to us. I reached back into the pouch, trying to feel for the condoms when I felt Cobra's hand unsnapped my belt and pulled my own tights down. I stuttered, "wait a-" when I felt his hands bend me over and his tongue slide in me. Getting rimmed while drunk is amazing, I instantly relaxed and moaned as his spit started to invade me. I put my hands on the wall in front of me, pushing my hole on his tongue. I felt him stand up and felt an equally wet cockhead against my hole, and I instinctively pushed back and wiggled to help get his rod into me. He was a little thicker than I was ready for so I stood still for a second. Cobra knew why I stopped for a second and I felt him squeeze another lube packet onto his partly-inserted dick. I took a deep breath and he took that opportunity to slide the rest of the way in. I grunted and moaned when he hit me balls deep. He impaled me breathless. He was the perfect size to stretch me to capacity without pain. He held there for about twenty seconds. I felt his cock twitch in me, buried to the hilt. He was sharing this heavenly moment with me. His cock pulsed in me again, and my prostate tingled, causing me to involuntarily shudder. He inhaled rather forcefully and whimpered, "Damn..." as pulled his dick out slightly and pressed firmly back in. This brought me back down to Earth and awakened a cock frenzy I never felt before. I slid back and forth, almost letting Cobra's cock slip out of me slamming my full body weight back onto his dick. He grabbed my hips tightly and took control back from me. "Damn, this is the finest meal I've ever sunk my fang into!" He exclaimed as he gave my ass a slap. His breath heaved. "I recently charged up, been waiting almost a month for prey like you to try my potent venom on!" "Oh ye-yeah!" I grunted. "This feels too good, this is perfect!" as I succumbed to being my Cobra's meal. My hole started pulsing around his dick as he sent me into an anal orgasm and I moaned uncontrollably. Five minutes of constant solid pounding, I felt Cobra's body begin to shake, I knew he was close. He leaned over and spoke in my ear, "My fang is in you. It's toxic. It's about to shoot. Can I shoot my poison in you?!" By the tone of desperation in his voice I knew he had only a couple seconds before cumming. I clumsily nodded with my Batman mask teetering on my head, I pulled my ass as apart as I could and surrendered my hole. He tightened his grip on my hips and started full-force slamming into my ass. After the tenth thrust, he pulled my hips into him and held me there, neither of us could breathe. Five seconds later his cock started flexing in me and a torrent of cum was unleashed. His cockhead swelled with each jet which actually hurt. His dick went from the perfect size to swelling into something I could not fully handle. My hole disagreed and tightened and pulsed to match the spurting of his dick in me. We were startled by the sound of clapping. Two guys deeper in the alley watched the show without either of us noticing. They were a shorter muscle-built Latino and a taller black man. The Latino had his dick out and was fully hard. He was probably stroking for a few minutes as we unknowingly put on a show. Cobra laughed which made his dick throb in me. Being stimulated and embarrassed, I could only blush and look down. "Can't let any of that POZ load go to waste!" The Latino proclaimed as he started to walk up. "Nope! Go for it!" Cobra agreed as he pulled out of my hole, volunteering it. The Latino's cock was already underneath Cobra's dick to catch any cum that might leak out. I felt an ooze forming when I felt Latino's dick pressed against my hole. "That monster of yours and my load, this piece of meat has no chance!" I started to panic and pull away when the black man stepped up and pushed me down. I started replaying everything. I thought it was character talk, not him trying to poz me. I couldn't find the condoms in the utility belt then forgot about them. Latino started to push in. His cock was thicker than Cobra's. "Wow, that's one wet mess in there, he must've cum a bucket!" Latino just kept pressing in farther. I stiffened up. "Relax dude, he already filled you up, I'm just going to make sure it stays in there." Latino wasn't even as deep as Cobra was in me as I felt impossibly full- all of that really was cum. Latino chuckled, "Now for the fun part!" He pushed firmly but slowly into my hole. "Lee, for my next trick, I'm going to pop this boy's 2nd ring cherry!" He commented to his black companion. I heard a cell phone bloop as Cobra somehow produced his iPhone. "Damn, I wanted to watch this, but I gotta go!" Cobra tucked his cock back in his tights and straightened his costume. "Make me proud!" He laughed as he hurriedly marched out of the alley. "Yessir!" replied Latino. He pressed deeper into me and the pressure was getting intense. Lee was holding me down and Latino kept driving into me. My ass flexed and twitched on the inside, I felt a gush deep in me... My hole clenched Latino's cock again and I felt another gush. I now knew what he meant by popping my 2nd ring cherry. Latino moaned each time my ass clenched which made him push harder. Then he hit a spot and couldn't go deeper. It hurt. Latino spoke up, "There's that 2nd ring! I felt that other dude's load squeeze in there so it's nice and lubed up, but I gotta push the rest in. It's gonna hurt at first, but once my nine and a half is balls deep, you'll want to marry me." Latino could feel me panicking, my legs were shaking and Lee wasn't letting me up. "It's okay, take a couple deep breaths." I followed his instructions, knowing I had no choice. He felt me relax, "There you go, baby, this isn't bad. This sounds a little complicated, but grip my cock and push out when I tell you. Now breathe... Grip and push!" Latino leaned his whole body into me, my inside muscles started throbbing. I started yelping and Lee had to muffle me. All the pressure gave way and I felt Latino's pubes starting to scratch against me. I groaned involuntarily as my second ring was learning to relax around this thick cock which was now fully impaled in me. I somehow got fully hard and was on the edge of an orgasm. Latino grunted, "You're damn tight! God!" He started thrusting deep in me, "I can't hold back!" Within seconds Latino started to cum. The load shot deeper in me than anything has ever gone in me. His cock flexing in my second hole started to make me cum. His dick hurt but felt incredible. I shot a spurt onto the ground. Lee was able to catch some of it and fed it to Latino. Latino was coming down from his orgasm and snorted in laughter, "Sweet like a virgin!" Latino started to pull out- I shuddered as he extracted from the second ring and let out a gentle moan as each inch tugged out of me. He had two inches left in me and he commanded, "Tighten that hole!" To which I complied. He suddenly jerked the final two inches out to a 'pop' like a wine bottle being opened. I sighed in relief. "Good to the last drop?" Lee teased Latino. "Always!" as Latino slapped my exposed battered hole. "Cool. It's my turn, yo!" Lee unzipped and let out his seven inches. Latino moved to my shoulders and Lee moved behind me and slid all the way in me. I offered no resistance, my hole had no resistance left, Lee was able to pump into my hole at will. Bending over me and whispering in my ear, "I love a worn out hole. I only fuck sluts like you." Lee continued his pace for another minute and unceremoniously ejaculated in me. "Last deposit of the night!" And pulled out. Lee zipped up and patted Latino on the shoulder. "Time for drinks!" They walked down the alley laughing, leaving me with my armor tights at my knees, already forgotten. I pulled up my tights, sat on a crate next to the trash can and took off the Batman mask. I'm amazed it stayed on the whole time, it nearly fell off a couple times. I looked down at the ground. Two wrapped condoms. They must have fallen out as I was looking in my utility belt. My utility belt... Some superhero I was... I couldn't even work that right. I opened one of the pouches on the belt and found my phone. A couple text messages were sent about ten minutes ago- friends wondering where I was, saying the dance floor was amazing tonight. I texted back, "Srry. Feeling Sick. Staying home." I sat there for ten more minutes and recollected myself. I stood up, put my Batman mask back on and walked out of the alley. A taxi was chilling just down from the bar entry. I walked over, hopped in and ordered him home. The cab driver said, "Great costume- done partying already?!" "Yeah. Kinda not feeling well." "Aww. That's too bad. We'll get you home quick and you can get to rest." The rest of the cab ride was silent. I tossed him a twenty, almost double the fare and hopped out without a word. I got in the door, stripped my costume off as I started climbing the stairs, threw it in my room and walked naked to the bathroom, where a cool shower greeted and comforted me. I dried off, put on a pair of boxers and went back downstairs to watch TV in the living room. I woke up about an hour later to the front door unlocking. My brother came in the door and carrying a couple bags. I got up to greet him, "Rick, I'm surprised you're home tonight. I thought you would crash at one of your bud's." Rick put his bags down next to the living room stairs. "Yeah, but I gotta come home sometime, this is where I keep my clean underwear." We laughed. I glanced at him- tank top and basketball shorts. He's usually commando in those so yep, home is where your undies are. "Thought you'd be out with your boys at one of your gay bars. No Slutty Starbucks Barista this year?" Rick asked. "Nah, got dressed, went out, started to feel sick, came back. I started prepartying, didn't sit well." "That sucks." "Did you go out?" I asked Rick. "Yeah. A few of us got in costume, went around some of the Houses. I'm not as wasted as I should be!" Rick peeled off his tank top and threw it on top of one of the bags. "Tomorrow's laundry. Gonna turn in, absolutely drained, you know." He looked at me with a naughty glint. "Oh, really- deets then bed!" "Just some bar skank, met passing in front of a bar, wandered into a back alley, didn't get a name... Costumes and all made it one of the hottest hookups ever. Like I said- drai-ained! K, night!" Proud of his account, Rick promptly ran up the stairs and abruptly closed his bedroom door, shaking the handrail, knocking over one of his laundry bags, spilling its contents. A cobra mask rolled out. ~fin~

[Above: A picture of me in March 2013, immediately after taking a raw load deep in my pozzed-up cumhole.] I wasn't always a cumpig. Throughout my 20s, I was extremely careful to use condoms all the time, even in committed relationships. But when I was about 25, I discovered bareback porn, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen: these guys freely gave up their asses to raw tops, BEGGING for loads, celebrating cum instead of fearing it. Bareback porn felt dangerous and intense and exactly right. Soon enough, I was on the local phone chatline, talking to guys who told me all about the world of poz pigs: bugchasers, giftgivers, conversion parties. I began posting profiles on bareback hookup sites, but only as a top -- that was my compromise, my attempt to play with fire from a safe distance. But every time I had my raw dick buried in a jockpig's beautiful wide-open boybutt, I'd see the blissed-out look on his face, his muscular legs spread wide to reveal his hungry faggot cumhole. And after pounding his guts full of my DNA, I'd feel that total sense of connection as I pulled my cum-covered cock from his hole, tiny strings of jizz connecting my raw dick with his pulsing, hungry, dripping cunt. Of course, I wasn't content to live vicariously through those bottom pigs. I wanted to BE them. I finally began living the life of an unapologetic bareback pig in 2007 -- the same weekend I moved to San Francisco. It was mid-July and I was looking for a hookup online. I found a hot couple (one top, one vers); the top wanted to watch his boyfriend take raw dick. I volunteered and headed their way. When I arrived, I was happy to see that they were even hotter than their pictures. Both were in their 30s; the top, Jake, had a square jaw, wolfish eyes, and a tuft of chest hair sticking out from the neck of his T-shirt. His boyfriend, Trey, was a few years younger, clean-shaven and very preppy-looking. It was clear from their tight T-shirts that they had some seriously hot bodies under their clothes. I sat down on their couch, all of us still fully dressed. After a little bit of small talk, there was an awkward pause. Then Jake said to me, "So -- do you party?" I shook my head. "No, I've never done that." He glanced over at Trey, then back at me. "Well -- would you like to try it?" "It's no big deal either way," Trey said to me, doing his best to be as nonchalant as possible. "This stuff just makes you feel a little more horny, that's all." I shrugged. "Sure, I guess," I said. Jake flashed a little half-smile, then grabbed a pipe from a desk drawer. He put the pipe up to my lips, lit it, and told me to wait until his command. Then, when smoke began emerging from the top of the pipe, he told me to begin inhaling slowly. It was a very big hit -- he had me inhaling for a long time, and the cloud that came out of my mouth was thick and solid white -- but he registered disappointment. "That wasn't a very big one," he said. "Let's try one more." Then another. All three hits were administered under the pretense that they were too tiny to be effective. But after that third hit, I sat back, rubbed my crotch, and immediately began squirming on the sofa, feeling a strange, restless need to be naked and feel Jake's muscular, hairy body rubbing up against mine. Jake was watching me closely, nodding while he growled under his breath. "You can take your clothes off, Ben," he said, smiling that half-smile again. "Just get naked. Show off for me. You feeling good?" [Above: A picture of me taken immediately after returning from a hotel party, where I took two loads in my pighole.] I nodded. In fact, I had NEVER felt so good. As I took off my shirt and pants, Jake pulled his dick out of his pants and picked up the pipe again. His 8.5" cock was the perfect instrument for pounding another man into submission -- fat, slightly curved upward, with a mushroom head that was already dripping precum. This amazing tool, hard and glistening, bounced up and down as Jake hit the pipe. He blew the smoke into my mouth, then began running his hands all over my body. "How do your nips feel?" he asked. "They're tingling," I said. He laughed. "Yeah, they sometimes do that when you're fucked up. And how does this feel?" He ran his fingers lightly between my balls and my hole, causing me to gasp. No man's touch had ever felt this amazing. My legs immediately spread to give him easier access to a spot I never knew existed. Jake grinned again. "Nice, Ben. You ever get fucked?" "Sometimes," I said between shivering breaths, his fingers still brushing against my perineum. "Not often." "Well, you certainly look like you're in the mood for some dick," he said. "Do you want my dick inside you?" I answered with a nod. "No," he said, "Nodding isn't good enough. I asked if you wanted my dick inside you. I need to hear what you want." "I want your dick inside me," I said. "Good boy," he replied. Then a pause. "You read our profile, so you must be aware that we only fuck raw," he continued. "Did you know that?" I nodded. "I need to hear it," he said. "I know you only fuck raw." "And once I'm inside this sweet little fuckhole, I will not pull out. Period. Do you understand?" "I understand." Another pause as he continued to brush his fingers around the perimeter of my hole, my legs stretching further and further back as the Tina gave me a hunger for sex like I'd never known. "Now, unless I'm mistaken, I think your profile said that you're negative," he said. "Is that true?" A long pause. I didn't want to answer, because I was afraid that if I told him the truth, he might send me home out of concern for my health. But something about the situation -- his seductive tone, his dripping dick, his half-smile -- told me that I could be honest. "Yes, it's true," I said. "I was tested last week, and I'm still negative." "So you must be aware that the two of us are positive. Right?" "Yeah, I know you're poz." "And you still want me to fuck you?" I couldn't answer at first. All I could feel were those fingers teasing my partied-up fuckhole. "Yes," I finally said. "I still want you to fuck me." "Raw." "Yes, raw." "With our poz cocks, our poz precum, our toxic seed?" "Yes, poz." He grabbed both sides of my head, and drew me close to him so that we were looking directly into each others' eyes. "Tell me what you want, Ben. I know you've been keeping this a secret for a long time, but your secret's safe with me. And you can't get what you want until you tell me exactly what you're craving right now." "Poz seed," I choked out. I couldn't believe I was saying this, and yet I'd never been so turned on in my life. "You want poz seed blasted inside this sweet little neg fuckhole?" "Yes." "Good boy. Repeat after me: 'Please poz me, Jake.'" "Please poz me, Jake." "Louder, boy." "PLEASE POZ ME, JAKE." "Good. I'm so proud of you, Ben." He slapped my ass. "Now I think you need to go jump in the shower. You know what you're about to become? You're about to become a true bottom. Do you know what that means?" "No." "A true bottom," he said, "doesn't let fear get in the way of his top's dick. A true bottom freely surrenders his hungry fuckhole, spreads it wide for the man splitting him in half. Poz or neg, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is for the bottom to serve his top man like a good bottom should. It's all about embracing your role as a hot, muscular, hungry jockhole, existing solely to please pig tops. Is that what you want to be -- a true bottom? A bottom pig?" "Yes, please. Please make me a true bottom." At that moment, I saw his fat dick twitch, then ooze a heavy stream of precum onto the floor. Jake's half-smile was now a wide-open, evil grin. "Go shower up, boy," he said. "I can't wait to blast your insides full of my poz seed." MORE SOON...

My Conversion After high school, I left my small town for the military and never looked back. All through my sexual exploration I had fucked around with both boys and girls. I had the captain of the football team and the head cheerleader after my cock, and a nice cock it is too. I guess before I go any further I should describe myself: 5’10, #160 of muscle, blonde hair, blue eyes; a wrestler’s build; 8” of uncut cock and a nice set of low hanging balls. Basically out on my own, I kept up my bi-sexual ways when I could. Being in the military back in the early 90’s meant being closeted about fucking around with guys or you were in big trouble. But as they say, any hole in a storm; or sometimes if I was in the mood, any cock in a storm. I never worried about pregnancies with the girls, and since most of the guys I fucked around with were also military, condoms were rarely used. I never kept track of the girls I fucked; after all if they got knocked up it was their problem to deal with, at least in my mind. When I got out of the military after my four years and settled in Washington, DC, I still kept slutting around, but more and more often it was with guys and fewer girls or women caught my eye. Eventually I settled down with one of my regular fuck buddies, Dave, and over time we seemed to become a couple. We’d often find a third or more to add to our fuck fests, but it was always the two of us that stayed the night after kicking the other guy out. Then came the day, about two years after I left the military, that the one person I cared about as more than just a fuck screwed me over. Dave and I always bet on the games: football, baseball, basketball; college or pro, it didn’t matter what it was we loved to bet on just about everything. Sometimes it was for money, but mostly they were bets of a sexual nature; who would bottom, who would find the next third for us, who would wear the sexy undies. Little did I know that these bets would forever change my life. One day I lost, and Dave wanted me to bottom for Steve, a guy he knew. So Dave set it up. Steve was a big guy, not fat, just imposingly tall, thickly build, and a monster cock. The night Steve was to fuck me, we started off with a few drinks in the living room before moving things to the bedroom. Dave undressed me as I undressed Steve. Dave remained dressed, and said he just wanted to watch tonight. He had done this before, so I thought nothing of it at the time. Once Steve and I were naked, we crawled onto the bed and began to make out, both of our cocks slowly rising to attention as we kissed and our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. After a few minutes of kissing and fondling, we moved around on the bed to 69. Steve was a great cocksucker; and if the moans he made around my cock were anything to go by, along with his still growing cock, he was enjoying my skills on his cock. It seemed like only minutes, but when Steve pulled his cock out of my mouth, I noticed that we had been sucking each other off for almost half an hour. He had me lay on my back, and he went back to working my cock, then my balls and eventually pushing my legs up and enthusiastically eat-out my hole. His tongue felt great pushing into my tight hole, opening it up with his spit. After eating me out for a while, he began to add fingers into the mix, really opening my hole up for his cock. I was writhing on the bed from the pleasure of his tongue and his fingers as they worked over my hole, getting it ready for his cock. Once he had sufficiently loosened-up my hole, he moved up my body and positioned his now leaking cock at my entrance. “You want this?” Steve asked. I looked over at Dave, who gave me a nod. “Yes, slide it in me.” I told Steve. “Ok, I’m going to fuck you till I fill you up with my cum." “Go for it. Get that cock in my ass.” Ah, if only I had known at the time what he really meant, why he asked me if I wanted it. Now, Steve was a great fuck, and his cock sank deep into my hole, opening it up and going in deep. He really pounded my hole, and, although rougher than I normally took, it felt strangely wonderful and liberating to have this beast of a man fucking me with his huge cock, which was much bigger than Dave’s average-sized cock or, for that matter, my above-average cock. He lasted about 30-40 minutes, and we changed positions a couple times, but never once did his cock leave my ass. He varied the thrusts between fast rabbit-punch type thrusts and slower deeper thrusts that really opened me up. I was moaning and enjoying the fuck the entire time. When Steve finally said he was close to cumming and was going to flood my ass with his cum, Dave moved to the bed and with Steve’s final thrust Dave kissed me and rubbed my head. Steve collapsed on top of me as his cock kept firing jet after jet of his cum deep in my ass. I milked his cock to get every drop of his cum into my ass. When he finally started to pull out, Dave moved down and cleaned his cock off for him. Then Dave took a plug out of the desk drawer and inserted it into my hole. I felt nice to be full again after the emptiness I had felt after Steve pulled out of my ass. It had been an exhausting fuck, and I laid on the bed drifting in and out as Steve dressed and Dave showed him out. After locking up, Dave came in, stripped and climbed into bed with me. He snuggled up to my back, and we both fell asleep, I never even came during the entire session. About 4:00 A.M., I woke up with a raging hard-on, and my sexy boyfriend lying next to me. He was back to me, so I began to rub my cock against his ass, he moaned and pushed back against me. We had both often fucked the other in the wee hours of the morning, so I slid my cock into Dave and soon filled his ass with my spunk. Afterwards I fell back asleep, my cock gradually softening in his now cummy hole. Weeks passed, more bets were made and paid up. We fell back into our routines and I didn’t think about the night with Steve again till about a couple of months later when I got terribly sick. I was nauseous, had chills, and sometimes even had trouble getting out of bed. Dave took care of me the whole time. About a week after I got better I went to the clinic for my regular STD screenings. I am sure you have figured out by now what happened when the results came back: I was HIV positive, had been for about a month and a half. When I looked back at it, everything had been there, under a subtext, perhaps, but definitely there - had I thought to examine the facts. I was pissed! Pissed at Dave for doing it to me, at myself for letting it happen, at the world for this disease existing. When I got over to Dave’s I really laid into him about it. Even though he was slightly bigger than me, I shoved him to the floor, rolled him onto his stomach, and pulled down the back of his sweatpants exposing his ass. I pulled my rock hard cock out of my jeans and just shoved it into his ass. He screamed in pain then started crying and telling me he was sorry. "You fucked up my life and now I am going to fuck up yours you fucking bastard!” I screamed at him as I pounded away as his ass, with no prep whatsoever. I felt my death seed getting ready to get shot into the first ass knowingly since I had become positive. “Here it comes, fucker! Your first injection of my poz seed!” With that, I planted my cock deep in his ass and let shot after shot of my now toxic seed fill his ass as I rested on top of his sobbing body. I slowly pulled out, and saw on my cock a mix of ass juice, cum and the pink tinge of blood. I rolled him onto his back, and shoved my cock into his mouth, ordering him “Clean that cock up fucker! From now on, you will take my seed in your cunt till you get pozzed up too!” Once my cock was cleaned, I sat back, drained of emotion and Dave lay on the floor, his pants still bunched beneath his ass and tears streamed down his cheeks. After the hurt and anger had settled, we sat down and talked. Dave told me of how he had wanted us to become poz together and then spread it around to all our conquests. He had told Steve that I wanted to get pozzed but that I had not told him, but he had found out and wanted to give it to me as a present. Dave told me that he wanted the bug too, and that he would take every fuck I gave him till he came down with the fuck flu. Then with both of us poz, we’d start spreading our seed around and poz up every guy we could, even the ones who played 'safe only' with the same doctored condoms we used to stealth when we were neg. I kissed him, and told him to go get his ass in the bed because I was going to breed him all night and fill him so full of my toxic cum that he would be poz within a week.

Bob was going to spend a week at his big brother Shaun's apartment in New York City. Bob's 21st birthday was that week and his older brother told him they could go bar hopping too. Shaun was 28 years old and had already made so much money but he still had a roommate. Well Eric wasn't really a roommate but was his lover however neither Bob nor their parents knew. Shaun and Bob grew up in a very conservative religious sect and Shaun had moved to New York so he could come out yet remain in the closet to his family. Eric didn't like having to hide being gay but he loved Shaun and understood the situation so before Bob arrived he moved his clothes into one of the guest rooms. Shaun picked his brother up at the airport and saw his little brother still looked like a young boy. Bob is 5'7" and 125 pounds and had a tight body from years on the school swim team. His dirty blond hair was mid length and messy as it always was except when they went to church. His blue eyes were so blue they lookrd like dolls eye and everyone commented how cute they were and when he smiled as he often did he had the most adorable dimples. No one would think they were brothers as Shaun was 5'11" and 185 pounds and his body was clearly a gym body with nice muscles but not too much. He had brown eyes and short neat brown hair in the same style he wore his whole life and was the only conservative thing about him. While Bob was dressed in his usual skater attire Shaun wore Levi's jeans and a simple black T-shirt that accented his chest. "Bobby welcome to the City of Sin" Shaun exclaimed as he hugged his brother. Only his family still called him Bobby as he switched to calling himself Bob when he was 16 and was tired of being a little boy. "Wow! Shaun you got your ear pierced! Guess you don't ever plan on going home again". "That was two years ago, and I remove it when I visit home" "That's so cool you get to live here and not worry about what Dad and Mom will think. Dad yelled at me just last month when he saw me checking out a friends tattoo" Shaun grabbed one of Bob's bags and they took a cab into the City. During the ride Shaun pointed out various landmarks and they talked about what they might do together during Bob's visit. When Shaun pointed out a health club and told his brother that is where he and Eric workout, his brother asked why he has a roommate since he was rich. Shaun told him that he was small town rich but since NYC was so expensive having a roommate made sense and just then the cab stopped at the building. Bob was impressed with the doorman and fancy lobby and when they got in the elevator he was amazed that someone worked there too. The elevator was being staffed by Cory, a cute red haired twink. Shaun saw Bob looking at Cory a few times and for the first time wondered if maybe his little brother was gay too. Being seven years older he had already been out of the house before Bob became a teen and had always thought of him as a little boy and he hoped to get to know him more this week. If Bob liked the lobby he loved the apartment. Eight huge rooms over looking Central Park. Shaun told him that if he lived alone he probably would have a small place looking over a dumpster and he laughed when Bob told him he better keep Eric forever. After showing Bob his room for the week they relaxed and had a couple of drinks and talked about home, the family and friends. As the evening arrived so did Eric. Bob was speechless at first and stared at the six foot tall, muscular, bald, older black man. Eric had seen boys freeze like that before and knew the boy wasn't in shock but instead was in awe of the stud. Eric reached his hand out to shake and could feel the boy's hand tremble a bit and considering how cute Bob was got him wanting to pop his likely cherry boypussy. Shaun said he was thinking of taking Bob out to dinner but after Eric got everyone another drink they all agreed to stay in and relax. Bob couldn't stop staring at Eric and hoped his brother didn't catch him looking at Eric's bulge. When Bob went to the bathroom Eric told Shaun there was no way his brother was straight and said I bet he's jerking off right now. Shaun told Eric he thought Bob was checking out Cory earlier in the elevator. Shaun asked Eric if he wanted to chem Bob up and break his boypussy in and Eric pulled out of pocket and showed Shaun the package of Tina he picked up and said they'd make the cherry popping a night to remember. Shaun refilled his brother's cola and added some G to help speed things up.

Two weeks ago a couple asked me to join them at a swinger party. They knew I was gay, but they had a girl who wanted to go, so the couple thought it better if we went as two couples. I said "Why not?" and went. I think there were maybe 20 couples at the party. The girl with whom I attended left quickly to go and fuck some guy she had just met, which left me sitting there drinking a beer when, after a while, I was approached by a couple in their 30s. They asked if I was into a threesome. The guy, Sid, he added that wanted to try man-on-man sex and he had heard I was gay. The three of us went into one the bedrooms on the second floor. Since all we were wearing were towels, we quickly stripped naked. I started to suck on Sid while his wife played with my dick. Then Sid asked if I would take it up the ass. "Sure" was my reply, and I lay on my stomach. Then Sid mentioned he had no condoms, and he asked if I would I take him raw. When again I replied "Sure", in he went. He said he would not come inside but after a while he grunted and shot his load, after which the two of them left the bedroom. About then an older woman who had been watching us from the hallway came in. I imagine she was in her late 50s but in great shape, and she explained her husband was fucking some girl in another room and she was bored. We chatted for a minute or so, and then she asked if I would please fuck her. She sucked me and then climbed on top, explaining she wanted my bare dick in her pussy, adding that she wanted me to cum inside. She was a great and active fuck, and not surprisingly it wasn't long before I came in her pussy. She then sucked me clean and left. That was it for me, but it was a great night.

1. I sat on my couch, lap top open; scrolling through Tumblr and slowly stroking my cock feeling the hunger growing inside me. It was my day off and I had started stroking nearly three hours before. Normally I just get off pretty quickly and move on, but with nothing pressing to do that day I was taking my time. Perhaps as a result of the extensive session I unexpectedly developed the deep and desperate urge to get fucked. At twenty-five I was no stranger to this feeling; I had been a bottom since I took my first cock at sixteen when my math tutor, a tall skinny college sophomore, had taught me more then just calculus. Knowing full well that this feeling would not be slaked by jerking off alone, I grabbed my phone and started to scroll through Scruff. I sent out a few woofs to some hot guys around me, and greetings to a few others, then returned to scrolling through Tumblr. A couple of guys responded quickly enough but none of them were looking to fuck right then. I felt a little discouraged but pushed on, then after about ten minutes a guy who I had not messages sent me a woof. I checked out his profile, he was a little older then I normally go for being in his mid forties but he seemed hot enough. Tall and broad with powerful muscles his profile picture showed a handsome face attached to a beefy hairy body. The hunger inside of me had grown to a ravishing desperate desire and so I message him back. Hey boy. Came his response. We exchanged a few pleasantries, names and such (his it turned out was Mark) and then he said: I’m horny as fuck and need a bottom to plow, can host in HK. 50/8. My cock throbbed and my hole twitched, he was only two blocks away from me in Hells Kitchen. I think I can help you out with that. I responded. Good, just so you know boy I only fuck raw. That’s fine, I’m only like two blocks away what’s the address I’ll head right over. And that was it, I pulled on some close, and rushed out of the door taking the two blocks to his place at a sort of a jogging run. Looking back I know that I let my horniness get the better of me; that I should have asked more questions but I didn’t. There’s no changing what I did, or what happened next, and honestly I don’t think that I would even if I could. I had received a message as I rushed over saying that the front door would be propped open a little bit, and to just come inside and take the doorstop as I did. When I got to the building I saw that the front door to the small old brick building was in fact slightly a jar. My heart thudded in my chest. Not twenty minutes had passed sense he had first messaged me and here I was already walking into this man’s building. I opened the door, took the doorstop out, pushing it over to the side, and crossing the small entryway may my way over to the narrow winding staircase that led up to this man’s third floor apartment. Taking the stairs two at a time I dashed up to the third floor and found the door to the apartment there also slightly ajar. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. I had been instructed to come in and take off my shoes and then walk into the main room of the apartment. As I opened the door I heard groaning and moans, and guessed that Mark was watching porn. I kicked off my shoes, and left them next to the door, which I closed, and then deciding to go one step further pulled my t-shirt off and left it sitting on my shoes. I walked towards the groaning sounds, assuming correctly that they would lead me to Mark. He must have a pretty good job I thought, as I walked down a rather long hallway, past a full kitchen, which suddenly opened onto a spacious and sundrenched living room. In the middle of the room, bent over a couch facing away from the windows was a boy not much older then me, his face contorted in extract as Mark, the man I had come to meet, fucked him. “Good you’re here,” Mark said, not stopping fucking the boy in front of him. I stood frozen to the spot not able to understand what was happening. Mark must have read the confusion on my face because he smiled a wide handsome smile and explained, “This is my bottom boy, he lives with me, he was just getting my cock ready for you with his hole. That’s enough boy.” He pulled out and gave the boy a smack on the ass. The boy got up from the couch and winking at me walked out of the room. Mark started to come around the cock, his cock, which I had yet to see even in pictures coming quickly into view. It was large and thick, probably just shy of nine inches long and as thick around a beer can. It suck straight out from his bushy pubes which thrust upward to join the thick fur that spread across his powerful looking abs. As attractive as he was I couldn’t quite get my head around what I had just gotten myself into. Before I could process any further he was right in front of me, the broad smile still playing across his handsome face. He looked right into my eyes, and one of his hands reach up and found my nipple. “You’re hotter then I thought you would be,” he said, tweaking my nipple, “I love a boy with some meat and fur on him.” I couldn’t help but smile despite awkwardness at the situation, I worked hard on my body going to the gym four times a week, and was also rather fond of the not unsubstantial dusting of hair that covered my chest and plunged down my abdomen into my shorts. Mark was a bit taller then me and I had to tilt my head to look into his eyes as he stepped a little closer to me. I felt his cock, slick with precum and juice from the boy he had just been fucking’s ass, press against my belly button. The smile faded from his lips and he bent his head and kissed me. I don’t know why but I was completely powerless against this man, despite the fact that I had just walked in on him fucking another boy, who was somewhere still in the apartment I found myself kissing him back. I’m still not sure if it was just how seriously horny I was that day of I Mark, even then, had some sort of hold over me, but I just gave into him. The kiss didn’t last long. Instead, he pulled away from me, his hands, which had drifted to either side of my face, slid down onto my shoulders and applied gentle pressure pushing me down. I knew what this meant and sank to my knees and opened my mouth, all thought of the hole his cock had recently been fucking gone from my mind as I came face to face with his fat powerful cock. “Suck me cock boy, show me how much you want it,” he instructed. His voice was low and soothing like how one might talk to a skittish animal. He need not have worried about my being skittish, the hunger in me had over ridden everything else, and stretching my lips wide I took his cock into my mouth. “Good boy,” he moaned as I desperately tried to swallow the entirety of his sizable cock, tasting as I did so the slightly salty taste of his last bottom’s hole. His hands came to rest on the back of my head pushing me further and further down on his cock till I chocked a little and swallowed hard. I had never had as big a cock as his in my mouth let alone pushed down my throat I felt like I couldn’t breath but I also wanted to make Mark happy. I swallowed hard again and tried to breath through my nose and his balls finally bounced off my chin. He only held me there for a moment before allowing me to spit his cock out now slick with throat juices. I looked up at his face, eyes watering, and saw that he was smiling again, my hear soared at seeing that. “You did well boy, but there’s plenty of time for cock sucking later, you want to get fucked don’t you.” I answered him in the only way that seemed appropriate, “Yes, Sir.” “Good, take off those shorts and bend over the couch.” Without hesitation I shucked my shorts, I hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear, and dashed over to the couch, only vaguely aware that I was taking up the exact same spot only recently vacated by that other boy. Mark must have been as excited as I was because he seemed to practically run to get behind me and dove into my upturned ass with a ferocity I had not been expecting. His tongue lapped greedily at my hole, pressing hard against my pucker trying to gain entry to the warm depths within. He was clearly very experienced and made short work of relaxing my hole and I soon felt his tongue press past my sphincter into my hole. I gasped and wriggled about as he probed deeper and deeper into my hole with his tongue. I expected to soon feel a spit slicked finger or two pressing against my hole but Mark had other plans. Once his tongue withdrew from my ass and he straightened up behind me, he dropped a massive glob of spit onto my hole and began to rub his cock head up and down my crack. His cock, still slick with the juices from my throat and the other bottom’s hole, slid easily along until he lined up his cock with my hole and began to apply gentle but steady pressure. I was no where near loose enough to take his cock easily and I groaned and whimpered as his broad, blunt, thick, mushroom head began to slowly force my hole open. My fingers dug into the back of the couch and I shut my eyes tight, focusing on willing my hole to relax but I never once thought about asking him to stop. Just as the pain began to over whelm me and I began to panic thinking I would never open up enough to take his massive cock, my hole gave way with a slight pop and his cock head bust into my hole along with about an inch and a half of his cock. I gasped and reared up my back cocking to rest of his hairy chest my eyes wide and staring like a startled horse. “Good job boy, the head is always the hardest part,” he said, again in the soothing tone, one hand on my back pushing me back down. As I lowered by body back down I noticed that the boy from before was back dressed only in a yellowed jockstrap that did little to hide his sizable bulge with a phone in his hand clearly recording us. “I hope you don’t mind,” Mark said in my ear, “I record every boy’s first time taking my cock.” He pressed a little more into me and I whimpered as he continued, “I like being able to go back and see their faces the first time my cock enters their hole, plus most of my boys like being able to remember what it felt like before my their holes got use to taking my cock whenever I fell like giving it to them.” As he spoke he had been slowly pressing his cock into me, occasionally pulling back a little before sliding even further into me. “You don’t mind do you?” his lips teasing my ear as he asked this question, his hands firmly on my shoulders, and with one last powerful thrust he shoved the last of his cock into me. I almost screamed my answer, “God, you’re so big, please, please fuck me!” “Look into my boy’s phone and say what you want boy. Tell my boy you want my cock. Tell him you want me to fuck you. Tell him you want my load in your boycunt.” Obediently I looked straight into the camera on the boy’s iPhone and said in as steady a voice I could muster as Mark slowly withdrew his cock from my hole, “I want Mark to fuck me, I want his cock, I want him to breed my hole.” The boy holding the phone smiled and winked at me again. “Well done boy. Your hole feels amazing around my cock, I’m going to fuck you good. Do you want that?” “Yes,” I groaned as he began to push his cock back into my hole. “If your hole finished out as well as it starts I may just keep you. I been thinking I could use another bottom boy to use regularly. As much as I like breaking in a new pussy sometimes its nice to be able to just slide into a hole that’s already used to taking my cock and is always wet with my seed.” He started to pick up the pace, still long dicking me but now sliding back in with more force then before. I started to whimper every time his cock bottomed out in my quickly loosening hole. I could tell that my ass juices were lubing up his cock along with the copious amounts of precum he seemed to be leaking, for his cock was sliding in and out of my ass easier with every thrust. I’m not sure when he started to really pound me, I had become lost in the sensations of his cock wrecking my hole; my eyes closed tight again my mouth hanging open slightly. The rest of my body seemed to drift away the only thing that mattered now was the part of me that was wrapped around Mark’s powerful thrusting cock. A low grunt burst from his lips every so often as he slammed his cock into me over and over again. I was dimly aware of powerful waves crashing through the rest of my body with every thrust, my chest being pressed into the back of the couch. Sweat sprung up all over my body and occasionally a drop would fall from Mark onto my back. The veins in his cock seemed to tug at my hole as they slid in and out of my sphincter, my mind somehow hyper aware of every sensation coming from my ass. My hole was slack around his cock and the sound of flesh smacking against flesh seemed to rebound off of every surface, when I finally noticed a change in Mark’s breathing, his pounding becoming erratic and full of desperate need. He was going to cum, I felt excited and sad at the same time, excited that I would soon feel his load coating my insides but sad that this beautiful ass destroying fuck would soon becoming to an end. “I’m going to cum,” Mark growled, slowing down for a moment to whisper in my ear, “tell the camera again what you want.” I looked up for the first time in ages at the boy still standing in front of us, a large spot of precum dampening the front of his dirty jock and said between gasps of pleasure as Mark resumed his desperate pounding of my ass, “I want your load, please breed me Sir!” “Good boy,” he said, his voice a raspy growl, as he, with his hands clamped tight on my shoulders, forced his cock as deep as it could go inside of me and began to spray his load. I had never before been aware of feeling cum hit the walls of my gut but I was this time. I felt every squirt, every drop and I reveled in it. It was a very long time before Mark stopped cuming, and before he withdrew his cock he took several steadying breaths. “I have something to tell you,” he said, his mouth suddenly next to my ear again, his sweat covered body pressed against mine, “and when I tell you remember you asked me to do everything we just did.” My mind was still to fuzzy from the euphoria of the fucking that I had just received to really think about what he was saying. “I just shot a massive POZ load up your boycunt. Your guts are now full of my POZ cum.” The word POZ snapped most of my brain out of it’s floating joy and back to the present, my breath came in quick gasps of panic. What had I done? I practically screamed in my head. Then Mark flexed his cock inside my hole and an electric shock ran through my body. My mind was blank again. “Now you have two options boy,” he flexed his cock again, “You can leave here, shit out my load as best you can and run to the clinic to try and get meds, or you can look right into that camera and say that your cunt belongs to me and you’ll you don’t give a fuck about my being POZ you just want this cock.” It should have taken me longer to make my decision, I should have thought about it, but I didn’t. I looked squarely into the camera and said, “My cunt belongs to you Sir, and I don’t care if you’re POZ I just want you to fuck me again.” “Well done boy. I’m definitely keeping you.” He pulled his cock completely from my ass and then slammed the whole thing back in again beginning another punishing pounding of my hole. He dumped two more loads in me before deciding my hole had been used enough on that day. After he pulled out the last time he told me to wait on the couch with my ass still in the air while he went and got me a present and he left the room. When he came back he was holding a large black butt plug, which he pushed into my gaping hole, the flared bottom wide enough to lock into my well used cunt. “When I’m done training your hole,” he said, patting the base of the plug, “I’ll be able to bend you over whenever I want and slide into your hole like it was made for my cock. Do you want that.” I nodded, my eyes bright with hunger for more. “Good boy, now go home and get some rest. I have work tomorrow but I want you over here at four o’clock, and don’t take the plug out. I’ll take it out tomorrow when I’m ready to use your cunt again.” He kissed me a little as he handed me my clothes and then once I was dressed quickly ushered me out the door. I found myself standing on the street, my hole stuffed with a massive plug, and my cock hard as a rock. I suddenly realized I hadn’t cum all day. That didn’t seem important now. The loads I carried in my hole were more important. I went home, and without showering or anything stripped naked and fell asleep.

i fucked and creampied 2 sluts and 2 whores at the bookstore last week. the first night i saw a posting on one of the boards i read for a creampie gangbang and decided to head down and check out the action. this bookstore is rundown, dilapidated and just plain filthy and it's sandwiched between an industrial zone, a municipal airport and a small town shithole. i went into the theater first to check on the gangbang and found a large black slut with floppy tits getting fucked from behind on one of the fold up chairs in the front row. i sat down to watch and stroke my cock while two black guys fucked her and shot their loads into her. i knew i wanted to slip my raw cock in and deposit some cum but i just wasn't feeling it yet. i stepped back out into the bookstore and decided to check out the dancers on duty. both looked mexican or latin. one was fat and not to my liking, the other had nice thick thighs, a fat round ass, ample tits and looked to be quite pregnant. bingo. i eyed her up for a few seconds before she noticed and stepped over to me from behind the counter to ask if i would like a dance. i tossed her the fee and she told me to head back and wait for her. the dance area at this theater is up a few rickety wooden steps back by the bathroom that take you behind a tarp. once up there i find a single pole, a single shitty chair and a couple couch cushions stuffed in the corner. i slide down onto the chair, spread my legs apart and start rubbing my now hardening cock through my jeans. a few moments later some loud and obnoxious rap music starts blaring and the dancer comes up with her little hooker kit. she pulls her tits out of her bikini top and straddles me, her round pregnant belly pushing into me. she rubs her tits all over my face and i immediately start sucking on her thick brown nipples while she grinds her pussy onto now rock hard cock through my jeans. she leans in and asks if im interested in extras, i tell her i want to ride without a saddle. she smiles and says sure. i squeeze her ass as she stands up to pull off her bikini bottoms. i unbutton my jeans and release my cock, i never wear underwear when im going out to fuck. hit it from the back? she asks and i nod. she turns around and bends over putting her hands on the chair. i spit on my palm and rub it over the head of my 7 x 5 rod and then plunge into her filthy and well fucked pregnant pussy. its slick, hot and glorious inside her snatch. she feels wet but im sure its not just from her. i look down as im going for long strokes, all the way in, all the way out, and see white slime covering my cock. i feel a rush of blood that gets me even harder at the confirmation this pregnant whore has been taking strangers sperm all day. i stroked her for a few more minutes before i finally blew my load as deep into filthy box as i possibly could. she handed me a baby wipe which i casually wiped the head of my cock with, leaving the rest of the cummy mess on my shaft. I pulled up my pants, thanked her, and headed straight back the theater while she was still cleaning up her dirty fucking cunt. inside the theater the black chick was still getting fucked doggy, only there was now another white guy in the theater. after watching for a moment, i pulled out my slimy cock and started to stroke. one by one the line moved up until it was my turn to fuck the slut. her pussy was a cummy mess, awesome. seeing as there was already plenty of lube, i slide my rod up and down her slit a few times, gathering up strangers cum before diving in to the hilt. she wasn't tight, but i wasn't expecting her to be. i grabbed her hips and hammered my cock home into her sloppy fucking hole. people stepped up and felt her tits, someone shoved a cock in her mouth for a while. eventually i deposited my jizz with the rest of the anonymous brew in her gash, pulled out and went home. the second night i was there i saw another posting for yet another creampie gangbang. i arrived at the shitty theater to find a round a shapely red haired slut getting her pussy eaten by another round and shapely blonde chick. i sat down in the second row and pulled out my cock to watch, im not much for crowding the action. the blonde went on a marathon pussy ravishing, eating the redhead out for, no shit, 45 fucking minutes. i thought i was going to fall asleep when finally she lifted her head and a dude stepped up to fuck. once again, i stood up headed over. after the first load, the red head moved over to a bench on the side of the theater so she could get fucked doggy while she sucked her boyfriends cock. no spit on the cock needed, i decided to probe around her pussy til i slid inside. she was looser than the black chick, but may have had more cum in her. i fucked her for a while and came in her snatch but when i finished i wasn't really satisfied. i headed back out into the bookstore and saw a new 19 year old dancer at the counter. fan-fucking-tastic. i tell her id like a dance and head up behind the tarp to wait for her to come fuck me. i call this place a bookstore but it's really more of a hardcore whore house with a theater and booths for amateurs. the familiar obnoxious bullshit music comes on and the 19 year old comes prancing up the stairs. she's got a pot leaf tattooed on her hip, my kind of whore. she asks if im interested in extras and i tell her i'd like to fuck. she reaches for a condom but i stop her and tell her i don't wear them. she says she cant fuck me but she can still give me head. lol, okay. i tell her no problem, pull my cock out and sit down on the chair. she kneels down and begins to suck. she's alright, but i wanted her fucking pussy. after i moment i tilt her head up and tell her that while im enjoying the head, i think she's very beautiful and would love for her to dance for me. she nods and stands up as i lean back and let my exposed cock flop over onto my leg. she starts by rubbing her ass around my balls and cock for a little, she does a spin on the pole and then steps up again and straddles one of my legs. i squeeze her ass and tits as she rolls her body closer and closer to me. i reach down under her knee and swing her leg over my lap so she is now straddling my stomach. she begins to roll and grind again as her pussy is now in the vicinity of my hardening cock. as she continues to grind on my stomach, i reach behind her and squeeze her ass before reaching a little farther to flip my cock up. she notices my cock is now resting on my stomach and begins to slide her lips up and down my shaft. each grind i pull my hips back a little farther before humping until finally my cock reaches the right angle and the head slips into her pussy. she jolts for a moment, but i push farther in while squeezing her ass down onto my cock. she looks down at me, pleasure on her face, and tells me not to cum in her. i nod, and she moans and begins to rock back and forth, sliding up and down until she is full out fucking the shit out of my cock. after a minute or so her legs are getting tired so i slap her ass and tell her to stand up. i pull two of the couch cushions out of the corner and toss them on the floor. she lays down and i slide in and fuck as hard as i can. finally, i reach the moment of no return and slam my cock completely into her pussy filling her cunt with my seed. whoops. she says wtf and i tell her her pussy was too good to pull out. she says whatever and goes for the baby wipes. i thank her and head off the bathroom to wash my cock in the sink before heading home.

I received a message on Growlr through a profile with no pictures. The message said that I was the hottest 'daddy' he ever saw. And wow, did he want to have sex with me. For most of us who use those apps, no picture = game player or picture-seeker, so I thought it was fake. He then explained how a month earlier he cruised me hard at the gas station where I regularly purchase gas, and that he knew me as a customer there and he lusted after me pretty hard. He named the right gas station, so I knew this person was for real. He added that a month ago, he decided to "up his flirting game" so as I pulled my car from my spot next to the station, he conveniently took out the trash, blocking my exit, forcing me to see him while he stared at me. After he explained this story on Growlr, I did remember a young guy doing this at my gas station. I also remembered thinking at the time 'What the fuck is your problem? Get your trash out of the way, bud'. He described himself as a twink, a tall twink, skinny and with wild hair. Intriguing. He hoped he might find me on Growlr, and while I was flattered, I didn't know about this guy. After all, he was straight-identified, 23, had a very serious girlfriend, worked at a gas station but tried to live as musician. But I dunno, he had sincerity on his side, and this friendliness too, so I met him after his gas station shift. He was handsome.tall and lanky, long hair pulled back, and with scruffy facial hair. Well, short and long. It was a weird combination. But inside this gruff hipster was this excited guy. His band was taking off. They had booked a tour of Europe, a bunch of mid-sized or smaller cities. Sounded sketchy, but he really believed it was going to happen. We ended up going to my place later and had a hot scene. He liked a daddy in control, so I stripped him and made him kneel before me while his 7.5 cut cock bounced straight out in front of him, dripping precum. He was excited. I sucked him off, made him lick my belly (which he loved), and he moaned and groaned in ways that made me know he was way into it. He fucked me, looking into my eyes. I was just beginning to bareback but not yet taking loads, so I had him pull out and I watched his face freeze and clench while he shot his giant load on my leg. He was shy immediately after. I drove him home after that. Shortly after that, he contacted me on Growlr to thank me for the experience and added he was off to Europe on tour and goodbye. He asked me to think of him as my 'Good boy'. (I realize this is a long setup to getting to sloppy raw sex. Sorry. Didn't mean for this to be a full story, but the creamy pay off is coming.) He contacted me a month ago. He was back in the states and had been living in my city for the past five months or so. He had gotten married, had a a baby, and his music career had taken off, that he had a record contract and was performing and recording music full time. (I guess he really did have a music tour in Europe!). Good for him. During our raunchier Growlr chats, he confessed that the first time he fucked me was the first time he had ever been with a man. He had never fucked a man. Not ever. I was shocked by this because of the way he role played so easily, and how very relaxed and into the sex he was. That day, I didn't have to talk him into fucking, he pounced. He really wanted to cream me, too. That was a big deal to him. I said it was a big deal to me, too. I wasn't taking loads when we first fooled around...but I was now. I asked him how many men he had fooled around with besides me. 'None', he replied. We played text-tag for three week. He had to work around the baby schedule, the band, his wife, all that shit. I work and have a life, I wasn't going to drop everything because a 23 year old happened to be free between 10:00 and 11:15 one morning. But this morning, he texted me, inviting me to get high and for the first time, I replied 'okay'. I had been thinking about his load and how much I wanted it. We had unfinished business. He was supposed to breed me that very first time he had sex with a man, but we didn't do it. It should have happened, but I was now ready to honor his seed. Got to his house, total mess, total "we're married and poor" situation but it was in a cool attic of an old home. Wooden floors, painted green (when you could see the actual floor) and a giant sloppy bed in front of big windows with cobwebs and broken slat blinds. He wore baggy clothes, even more lumberjack/hipster than before. Super skinny. We smoked his pot, which was good, and then it got quiet between us. Earlier that morning during our texts, he confessed he was nervous and unsure. He definitely wanted the sex and he wanted to blow his nuts in me. But he was nervous all the same. When things got quiet between us, I took the lead. I put my hand on his leg and said, "When we got together over a year ago, I made you pull out. I was new to barebacking. I hadn't taken men's loads my whole life and I was new to indulging my favorite, most intense fantasy. I made you pull your beautiful cock out of yer Dad...." He groaned. I said, "I won't be asking you to pull out today. Today, you empty your nuts inside your Dad. Is that what you want?" His lips opened and he tried to speak, but no words. His hips jerked, thrusting up into the air, thrusting at nothing. I took this as a yes. I made him kneel again, stripped him slowly until his skinny body and big dick were at right angles. He took off his baseball cap and he had long bushy hair in the front which I pulled behind his ear. I kissed him, something he did not want a year and a half ago. But he wanted it now. After the very wet kiss ended, I whispered into his mouth, "Was that the first time, you kissed a man?" He whispered, "Yes." I made out with him again and caressed his balls, already tight. I lowered myself to suck on his big dick, hard as stone, and bouncing in front of him. Leaking precum. I smeared some on my upper and lower lips and the made him kiss it off. I sucked his big cock until it was sloppy, but I cut the blow job short. His hard cock was quivering. His balls were tight against his body. I didn't think he'd last long on a proper blow job. I told him that we were gonna do doggy style this time and he nodded. He said, "I'm nervous." I kissed him and said, "Do you wanna shoot your load in Dad's hole?" He nodded against my chest. "Say it, son. Say you want to cum inside me." He mumbled out, "I wanna cum inside you." "Say it. C'mon. Tell me what you want." He looked me in the eye and said, "I wanna fuck you and then shoot inside you." I instructed him to get some lube. I took care of my own hole and he greased up his dick. I knew he would not necessarily be gentle...I mean, he'd be as gentle as I told him to be. But I figured he'd just try to pop his whole cock inside me in one jerky motion. Which he did. I slowed him down a bit, but not for long. It but about three or four tries before he was balls deep inside me, his hands wrapped around my pecs and he said, "Oh." I squeezed his dick and he moaned. We started fucking, both of us moving some to create the slow see-saw of fucking. It was wet inside me. I asked him how he liked that sensation, that wet gripping hole. "I love it," he said and he gasped. He lasted longer than I thought he would, I give him credit for that. He fucked me in slow, even strokes, I think just because he was enjoying the sensation of each long-ass grip. I said stuff like, "You gonna cum inside your dad today? Paint my insides white, son?" This would make him fuck harder and gasp out a 'yes, or 'yes, dad.' Pretty soon he said, "I'm gonna cum. Should I cum?" I said, "Plant your seed, son. Cum in me." This drove him over the edge and he fucked deeper a few times. After each thrust, he clenched his anus hard - I could feel it -- because it forced his cock to clench up inside my ass and squirt out more liquid. He gasped and gasped on top of me, his head on my back. At last he said, "Whoa," and pulled out. As soon as he was out of me, I was just a pot-smoking buddy. A pal. Someone who he invited over to smoke. I was out of the house within five or six minutes. He was still very friendly, asking me lots of polite questions about my life so he could get rid of me faster. We hugged before I left. He hit me up on Growler a few minutes ago to say how nervous he was and also that, "I liked it." I told him what he wanted and needed to hear. "You done good, son. I'm proud of you." As a P.S. to this story, my young buddy texted me on Growlr about 10 hours later, close to midnight, asking me if I would come back for a repeat.

LOUISVILLE - Today I whored out the twink that no-showed me yesterday. He's 23 5'6" 125# Latino. He got here about 3 minutes before the first top arrived. Usually I like to be the first load in but today I wasn't! He started taking this guys cock right away. As he was getting fucked a 2nd top arrived. They both bred him before the first top went for load number 2. When I finally got to breed the boy I was load 4. Another top came that was sexier than the other 2 and I got to watch him breed the boy while I was getting my cock sucked by the whore. I slid in right after the cutie bred him but I had to send him to the shower to clean again (GRRRRRR...... bottom boys..... learn how to clean ---- I can say that because I take loads too!) So he came back for Part II of the gangbang and took 3 more loads before he had to quit on the final top cause he was sore. So he got 7 or 8 loads and had more tops enroute I had to cancel on. All-in-all, a great day! Man his hole was cummy!

Big fantasy of mine is it be choked while being fucked. Feeling his hands squeeze has he pounds my hole.

so hot!

Definitely Afro descent cock. It's something about his scent, his touch... The kiss, the hugs. Black men are more sensual.

Very fucking hot and would love that happening to me.

4. Tell him how much you loved seeding his hole last time and that if he comes over, he's gonna be taking another load. There's plenty of great ass out there that's hungry for seed.

Great night last night. Started off having this latin boy over from Manhunt. Has a safer only in his profile, and when we chatted the night before said he had condoms ready to go. We tried hooking up but it fell through initially, but then he was still horny last night and we made it work. He wanted me ass up, blindfolded when he got here. When he gets here, I hear him undress, the pants fall to the floor and I hear what sounds like condom packages. He climbs on the bed and slams into me. I reach under after a few minutes to feel his cock and he's totally bare. As we fuck and move around the bed I come across the condoms, still in wrapper. Would have loved it if he had pretended to put one on. He fucks like a jackrabbit and dumps a huge load in me after a good half hour. I feel great. A little later I get a message on Grindr from one of my neighbors. We've been fucking a while now, sometimes BB and sometimes safe. He seems to have remorse every time he wants it bare, and gets a bit skittish. Of course he is very open about him being on PrEP and it's all over his profile so one has to think... Anyway, he drops by after I make sure everything is good for him, and slams my hole with his hot cock. It's nice and long and hits me in the right spots. Blows load number 2 in him While I'm getting bred by my neighbor, another latin fuckbud is hitting me up on scruff. I so want another load in my ass at this point. While chatting he says he wants to flip fuck and I know there's no way I can top him tonight after all the poppers I did with the other two guys. I let him know I'd be game to suck him or let him fuck me, but that it's not in the cards. He agrees and I head over to his place. We start making out and I love his fat long uncut cock. He sucks me and I get rock hard, guess the poppers wore off enough. I eat his tight smooth hole and after a few minutes ask him if he wants my cock in him. I slide in with cum lube and pound his hole. He can't handle it and has to take a few hits of poppers. After they kick in I go back to town and breed his hole. All in all a good night for a Wednesday

Have actually had about 4 guys with huge cocks do me before and seldom hurt, but have had a couple that were about 7.5 to 8" that did. All in how they go in, how hard they pound and the angle. I have never used poppers, even when beng fisted before too.

Would love to have someone tie me and blindfold me and fuck me and then pull the blindfold off at the last minute and cum in me while telling me it is a nice toxic load. WOW

Chapter IV. My boy and Blake had been taking loads in the middle of the dance floor, each having taken several loads both in his ass and in his mouth, so both were leaking seed from both ends. Blake had lost his shorts and was completely nude. My boy was in a jock strap which had been completely stretched out by the many, many guys who had felt compelled to yank the elastic band while using my boy's ass. Not that I was doing much better: I had taken at least ten loads and my ass was loose and slack. My boy leaned forward to where I was sitting and spread my legs wide, exposing my wrecked hole, framed by my own stretched-out jock. He reached around and scooped a handful of cream out of his ass and smeared in onto and into me. His jaw dropped when he realized he could get three fingers into me without any struggle. Billy stood him up and told him we had a plan, and a way to get some really toxic seed. Blake raised his eyebrows, knowing that Billy was ready for some really unmedicated dick. The three of us left arm in arm, me and my boy in his worn-out jock strap, Blake naked, and Billy in his little speedos. By boy gently rested his head on my shoulder as we followed Blake and Billy away from the noise and lights of the party. We walked down the beach away and then turned into the bushes. We were barefoot, so every branch and bush hurt our feet and started scraping up our legs. After ten minutes, we were on the edge of a clearing, lit only by moonlight and a few glowing cigarettes on the edge of the bushes. Blake smiled, turned my boy against a tree advising “Let the guys know what you’re offering. Talk dirty, and you’ll get dirty dick.” My boy was pressed into the tree as Blake dipped his drooling POZ cock into my boy’s loosened dripping hole. It was too dark to see much, but I could hear globs of cum sloshing around, and then blobs of seed splashing onto the sand. “Give me that POZ cock, sir. Fill me up and set me free!” Blake had been fucking all night, and was not in a hurry to cum, so when a round-bellied man appeared behind him and grunted “How many loads he got up there?” Blake withdrew, turning to me for an answer. I cleared my throat. “Too many to count. Me too.” “You both taking dirty seed?,” he asked. Billy nudged me, but I stumbled on my reply, so Billy took the lead, answering “Yes, sir, all three of us are.” “Then get out of the way,” the bear said, pushing Blake aside. “That guy couldn’t POZ a puppy!” The bear was naked and pushed my boy forward. My boy arched his back, and braced himself against the tree, moaning as the bear slid into him only to jackhammer away. Another guy, muscled, and wearing a harness and sunglasses appeared behind Billy. “Why the sunglasses?,” Blake asked. “No one knows I’m POZ and not on meds. I have a high-powered job." He didn’t ask for approval, but slipped his bare dick into Billy’s ass. I felt a body behind me and assumed the position, leaning between Billy and my boy’s shoulders for support. The guy behind me took my hand and rubbed it up and down over his muscled torso, moving my hand onto his dick. “No rubber man,” he growled at me. “And I’m packing a really viral load…” He didn’t ask me if I wanted it, he just slammed into me, lubed with the seed of so many men. The guys all finished inside of us, and pulled out, leaving us gasping for breath and hungry for more dirty dick. We didn’t have to wait long until our holes were full again. And again and again and again. These guys weren’t gentle with us. We were merely holes to be filled with toxic cum. As the night wore on, the men kept coming and cumming. At one point the three of us were laying side by side in the sand, asses up, with a series of guys each of whom was taking his turn with each of us. We were covered in sweat and sand, with toxic cum leaking from all of our holes. As the sun came up in the Rack, we saw how filthy and used we were. Blake and Tom appeared with a thermos of coffee and three buttplugs. Our jocks were nowhere to be seen, and we had to walk back along the beach, cum-soaked, until we could bathe in the ocean. Tom gently inserted the plugs into each of us before allowing us to bathe. He didn’t want the salt water rinsing out any of our hard night’s work. The End.

Started chatting with a guy on craigslist last week. A 22 year old college student. Daddy/son situations always gets me hard. We exchange some pics and he's skinny with a hairy bubble butt. So we decide to meet up. We meet downtown and have some lunch and get to know each other. He was really shy but adorable. I tell him I want to see him later and write down an address to my rehearsal space and my phone number. I tell him to be there at 8pm. I haven't heard anything from him since lunch so at bout 7:30 i receive a text saying "I'm on my way." Damn, getting a stiffy. So I go to my space and hear a ring at the doorbell at 8pm. Open it up and it's him. Let him in and offer him a beer. He says no and starts to unbutton his shirt. I Immediately grab him and kiss him. It was really passionate. I can feel his cock getting hard. My hands are all over him and I'm gripping his firm ass. I mean it's a blur because we were naked and sucking each other in what seemed like seconds. I started rimming his hairy hole getting it nice and wet for my dick. I usually don't bareback on the first date but he was on all fours and looked back at me and said "fuck me daddy". I did just that. Slid my cock into his boy hole, he let out a moan and I fucked his raw hole until I filled him up with what seemed like a bucket of my cum. We ended up fucking again about 20 minutes later and I blew my load in him again. He kissed me and left. Love thinking there is a boy roaming the streets with my cum in his asshole. Where did he go? Another fuck? A party? To study? Who cares. Adding another fuck buddy to the list.

That last slap HURT LIKE HELL!!! I cursed at him silently under my breath. But at the same time I was loving his unexpected assaults that seemed deliberate and paced. I don't think he was being forceful without reason. It dawned on me suddenly that I was so spun that his slaps were jolts back to reality. My mind was racing as fast as my heart. I wanted him to hit me again when I realized this and was about to whimper a request when the better part in my mind said to let go and let him control the situation. And as my mind raced off in this tangent, my head cleared up, the sting on my face from his double hits fading off quickly, replaced by the sensation of getting fucked. I was still kneeling on the chair, ass up with Harrison behind me. I blinked rapidly trying to gain focus, turning my head around to see Harrison's form blurring and sharpening, then blurring again until he came into focus. Beads of sweat formed on the top of his bald head, the edge of his scalp tinted in that sickening green haze from the fluorescent lighting overhead. The sweat trailed down his handsome face, settling on his beard, collecting into thicker pools of more sweat, dropping onto my ass as he pummeled me, the sweat running down my crack, settling into my hungry hole adding to what little lubrication was being used. This was all happening or I was imagining it in my current state. I shook my head to get some clarity as Harrison fucked me HARD. "Oh fukkk," Harrison groaned again. He pushed in and out, harder, faster, repeating the rhythm that everything before felt like some demented foreplay. I could only moan, my face slick with my own sweat, pressed against the seat, sliding forward and back on the worn leather. I had to turn away, close my eyes and enjoy the ride. At last, I was getting fucked. Harrison fucked with a great rhythm. He was one of those FFuck buddies I always looked forward to seeing. His long thick cock would slide in slow and take its time, as if examining the space it was entering. And once he was completely inside he would rock back and forth only slightly so that his shaft would pull out beyond my inner second ring. When his cock was past that point he would stop about an inch or so away from it. And then, gently, push back in. Then repeat over and over. My inner ring would dilate and contract at the welcome invasion. It was like some unseen magical massage. I was so spun from his father's constant feeding of Tina from earlier that my hole was more than relaxed and inviting. And yet, there was a slight resistance that I must have subconsciously been providing, but just a bit that Harrison could enjoy the little friction. He loved to fuck like this, this second ring tease, as he adjusted his rhythm from slow and gentle to fast and hard, pounding with such force it was hard to keep up with him as I would moan and grunt. And then he would unexpectedly pull out so fast it would take my breath away, the speed and volume of his shaft exiting my hungry hole. He would pause for a few eternal seconds as he knew its effect on me. I was breathing uncontrollably now, almost whimpering, catching my breath from the earlier action and longing for his cock to return. Instead, he pushed his head along my open hole, rubbing his head along the entrance. But he only did his for mere moments before he entered me completely. It was like the son following the father and his earlier cock head tease at the entrance of my hole except Harrison concentrated on my inner ring. Clearly my heightened state and sensitivity was only making this more exaggerated in my mind. I imagined his shaft inside me like a probe, pushing and pulling into a soft, moist tunnel. All the drugs were making me hallucinate to a certain level that visualizing the fuck as it was occurring seemed so natural to me. Sweat continued to trickle down my face, lubricating my cheek as it slid on the chair, my movements driven by Harrrison's thrusts. My face itched. My senses were so heightened the itch got stronger but I didn't have the energy to move or shift my arms to scratch myself. And as that thought passed inside my head, the itch jumped from my face to my left shoulder blade, annoying me in its sharpness and position, now even more unreachable. Harrison continued to fuck me, the long shaft pulling away from my inner ring, pausing for a millisecond before it would predictably thrust back inside me. I groaned in a combination of ecstasy and sharp pain, as the magnified itch now jumped to the back of my neck, the points of burning sharpness now flaring all over me as if sparks were dancing on a fire, erupting from one place to the next. I wanted so hard to stretch my arms, to scratch at myself but all I could concentrate on was the fucking. I groaned some more. The barber circled around me. I heard his footsteps faintly in the distance as if it were across the shop, on the other side of the avenue. Clearly my mind was playing tricks on my perception as I felt his presence in front of me as he grabbed my very short hair, pulling on it hard, grabbing with that large hand, so violently that my eyes blinked open suddenly. I looked at him questioning and silent, my eyes dazed, staring at him. Saliva drooled out of my mouth in slow motion as a thread of it dripped onto the leather of the chair, mixing with my sweat, glistening. My eyes shifted to the pool of my body's secretions on the seat, the highlights reflecting the sickening green sheen of the fluorescent lighting above. And as if on cue, the light overhead snapped again. Harrison continued to fuck me, so lost into his own pleasure that he barely noticed his father coming in between us, his left hand firmly grabbing my ass, the other hand positioning itself, palm-side-down, pushing hard between us with such force that Harrison fell back suddenly, his cock sliding out of my hole so fast it almost hurt from the speed and the unexpected emptiness. He caught his balance as he fell back, his hard cock bouncing up and down. The itch returned, like wildfire, spreading all over my back, neck and face. My heart raced along. "Get the fuck up Boy," the barber commanded. "You're a tucking mess." He stepped away from me, moving towards the corner. Harrison stepped forward and helped me slowly off the chair, as I stood up, trying to gain my balance and composure, facing the mirror across from us. I was a mess. My face and upper body had hundreds of black, tiny scratches, randomly scattered on my upper body. I blinked and my focus came back, the scratches glistening when my chest expanded and retracted from my fast-paced breathing. The scratches were all my trimmed hairs, stuck on my body from the earlier fucking on the floor with the barber. The heat and my constant sweating made my body like a magnet. The hairs were all over me. "Get your sweet ass over here," he commanded, as he stood by the shampoo sink station on the corner. Harrison helped me over with one hand, the other hand grabbing things from the counter. I stepped forward slowly, my balance was still off from all the drugs, the overwhelming sensations, everything. The barber had turned on the water as it poured down the central faucet on an old stained sink. He grabbed a small face towel from a shelf nearby and soaked it under the faucet and twisted it hard, squeezing the water out of it. He kept the water running as steam floated above, dissipating in the haze of the stiff air in the shop. "Come here," he motioned. I stepped cautiously again, not knowing if he would get unexpectedly violent again. I was now at the chair in front of the sink and turned my body around slowly, about to descend on the seat, when I felt that firm hand on my back. "NO," the hand was applying hard pressure on me that I could not move. "I didn't say you could sit. Stay there. Keep standing and stay still." My breathing became rapid again that all I could do was close my eyes. WACK!!! The slap was familiar and yet new. It wasn't his hand but the towel, moist and HOT. My sensations went into overdrive as the sudden burn of the the moist terry cloth texture slid along my upper back, the weight of the water that hadn't been squeezed out of the scratchy towel made it drop quickly down the center of my back, towards the top of my ass, a streak of fire and heat drawing behind its sudden descent. I gasped, eyes still closed, the burn of the towel mixing with my inner heat that had been building and building inside me and in my hole. He caught the towel before it could fall on the floor and ran it under the faucet again, squeezing the excess water out of it. This time he didn't hit me with it as I felt him place the hot towel on my back, the sudden heat now welcome and soothing as he firmly rubbed it all along my back, cleaning me, wiping away the hundreds of little sharp clipped hairs. He repeated this over and over that the moist roughness of the terry cloth material felt like a million tiny fingers scratching away the burning itch from before. I could only exhale in relief, opening my eyes, focus coming back as I saw Harrison fidgeting by the counter beside me. "Now you can sit," he held the chair as I carefully sat down, looking up at him for reassurance and some silent guidance as I realized the back of the chair was much lower than normal so that my upper body was at a 30° incline when I sat down. The back of my neck touched the cold porcelain of the sink and despite the heat and humidity of the shop, the sudden frigid sensation made me jump a little, almost like the earlier sensation when the sharp razor blade made contact with my sensitive skin around my asshole. His large hand caught me as I jumped up an inch or two and he firmly pushed me down, back on the chair, the back of my neck making contact with the cold, wet surface again. He grabbed the towel, moist and steaming, and placed it on my chest. The suddenness of the heat made me gasp as I swear my heart jumped. But it lasted a mere second as he firmly rubbed the hot towel on my chest and lower torso, cleaning me, wiping the trimmed hairs and the sweat from last few hours. My breathing started to pace back to normal as whatever pleasurable tension seemed to melt away. I stared straight up at the ceiling noticing the darkness seemed to gather at this corner. I saw his face loom overhead, a look of fondness mixed with disdain stared back at me. I felt the hot water now at the top of my head as his large hand appeared in the foreground, getting larger and larger as it approached, falling out of focus as I closed my eyes, the heat of the water, cupped by his hand, now pouring on my forehead. I felt Harrison grab my legs and lift them from the floor, spreading them wide as he rested my thighs on the arms of the chair. My ass was now exposed as I suddenly felt his cock enter me with such force that my head fell further back on the sink, hot water splashing on my face. The barber's large hand now poured the water on my head so I couldn't open my eyes. He washed away what hairs were on my cheeks, nose, my entire face. I felt a sudden burning inside me and realized Harrison had coated his cock with more Tina, providing a special delivery booty bump. He pushed in deep coating my inner tunnel then pulled out at the entrance of the second ring and gyrated his hips clockwise and counter-clockwise, making sure to coat my insides thoroughly. The heat inside me started to build quickly, that familiar burn magnifying that I realized he gave me a large amount of crystal with his feeding. It was slightly scary as I felt so drugged up already. It was also quite beautiful as that familiar wave started taking over me, wiping away whatever minor apprehension I was holding inside me, my legs spreading more, silently offering an invitation. My head relaxed, descending further into the sink. I could feel the water around the back of my head, a pool of warm water accumulating in the bowl. My eyes were still closed, now favoring the comfort of the warm water around my head and the other heat emanating from my hungry manhole. My head lowered another inch that I could feel water entering my ears. I could only hear the echo of the water from the faucet splashing around my head, the sound dulled and softened as if audio could blur. I felt the weight of my head increase as if my mass had suddenly doubled, my head sinking further under the water, warm liquid now entering my nostrils. His firm hand scooped me up from the back of my head and lifted me above the water's surface. I blinked my eyes open suddenly, coughing uncontrollably as I had taken water in through my nose. I blinked rapidly again, seeing his face, large and over me, the earlier look now replaced with silent lust and momentary concern. "Now open your mouth, and take several deep big breaths," he instructed. The brown bottle of poppers appeared, open and held by his other hand. He tilted my head up at an angle for me to do as he instructed. I looked into his eyes, blinked again, the heat of the water around my wet head comforting me, the heat in my hole taking over me. I sucked on the tip of the bottle without my lips touching the glass. "Do more," he instructed. I breathed in deep several times and closed my eyes. A second elapsed. My head descended, now weightless, back into the water, liquid filling my ears as I felt his firm hand guide me, control me, its strength now mixed with flowing water, making his hand soothing, relaxing. His other hand, now free, touched the bridge of my nose and pinched it tight as my entire head was now under the surface of the water. The sink was now filled with the warm soothing water and all I could hear was that blur I was imagining in my head. The sound of the water cascading from the faucet, splashing on the collected pool in the basin of the sink was creating what sounded like soft, rounded echoes. It was only magnified in my heightened state. I had taken deep breaths as he had instructed so being immersed completely under the water's surface was not alarming. On the contrary, it was soothing. It didn't hurt that the massive booty bump had now taken effect, rising from between my legs, climbing up my torso and washing over the rest of my upper body in the same way small tides of hot water washed over my sunken face. I breathed slowly and methodically, the poppers hits now adding an extra layer of sensation. I was breathing in and out of my throat, recycling what oxygen I had inhaled with the large hits of poppers, reusing the chemically-infused air that I could sense my head getting lighter and lighter. In between my legs the thrusting got heavier and more rapid, harder, more violent. I could feel my head rocking back and forth, the back of my neck sliding against the wet porcelain of the sink, the top of my head banging against the other edge. Hot water splashed all around me, hitting me on the neck and upper chest, sudden shock waves of liquid heat so hot it felt like a volcano exploding lava around me. And I was finally getting fucked. No more cockhead tease. No more inner ring massage. This was the real thing. Harrison fucked hard and rapid, random in his rhythm that my hole could not anticipate the next move. And everything felt so open and relaxed as if I were backfloating on the Pacific Ocean, warm waves washing over me. I felt my head sink further into the water, moving slightly from side to side and back and forth as Harrison continued to fuck me hard. My neck relaxed even more so my head titled further back that I could feel my chin rise from the water's surface. The sensation on my hole was nothing but pleasure, a vessel to receive what was entering it without restriction. His cock fucked me furiously as I lost sense of time, riding it and the waves I was floating on. And somehow in these long, eternal seconds I was still breathing from my earlier inhale. But then that oxygen ran its course and I instinctively felt the need to breathe. The barber's firm hands were still keeping my head under the water, the weightlessness now quickly fading as I tried to push up to the surface for air. He sensed my sudden anxiety and kept his firm hand pinching on my nostrils in place, pushing my head down with force so I could not get to the surface of the water. My eyes instinctively opened, blinking rapidly, stung by the heat of the water, a sudden panic taking over me. I closed my eyes in defense and tried to force my head up in vain. His hand was too strong. And in between my legs, another force, hard and continuous was causing a contrasting situation. Harrison's furious fucking was mixing with my heightening panic that the pleasure seemed to be folding into a strange sense of pain. And yet, I was enjoying this new evolving ache that was beyond my measure. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster and I could swear I heard it under the water, muted and softened in that strange echo. I tried to move my arms in protest but even that was in vain as Harrison held me down while he continued to fuck me hard with abandon. An all too familiar blackness suddenly surrounded me. My head and body now seemed weightless, sinking. The echo of the sounds under water seemed distant now, fading off beyond reach, like a vanishing whisper, muted by unseen shadows. F A L L I N G . Oh no. Not this again...

I didn't mention this before because I'm not sure where it fit in the "cumdump timeline." I moved into a new apartment years ago. It was one of those carriage house apartments - the ones down the driveway and in the house behind the main house. Well, I'd moved in during June, and naturally the air conditioning blew out in July. I was hot as fuck and always, and I mean always, in my underwear, naked or running shorts so I wouldn't sweat to death. Even with the ceiling fans on, windows and screen door open, (if locked), most nights I still sweated like a pig. One dark night, after having complained to the landlord yet another time, I was in my apartment around 9:00 PM, trying not to die of heat exhaustion, I heard a knock on my door. Not surprisingly the knock spooked the fuck out of me. I all but jumped off and hid behind the couch before I caught my breath. I looked over and it was a guy about 5'8", 150 pounds, and looked ripped with that V shaped body. He spoke fast, saying "Hey, man, I'm sorry for scaring the crap out of you. I live across the driveway in the other apartment building and I've locked myself out, without my cell phone, of course, and I wonder if I can use your phone to call my roommate?" "Sure," I replied, relaxing, and opened the door, gesturing to the landline, thinking to myself there was no way I would let a random guy use my cell phone. He called and apparently only got voice mail, so he left his roommate a message, asking that she call back on my number. I ran to put on a shirt because I was feeling kinda slutty sitting there in just my running shorts, which left nothing to the imagination. I only put on a tank top, but it made me feel better. We sat on the couch to wait for her to call back. It was about 15 minutes before he called her again. We watched television and chatted as we waited. After the second call, I offered him a drink. I had vodka and water, he had straight vodka and we waited, chatting about his service in the Marines, about lawyers, running, roommates, gay life, dating, being single, and so on. Looking back I can see he was flirting with me, but for some reason I was somewhat oblivious to as much. He called his roommate at least two more times and after the fourth time, as I was passing him to refill our drinks, he said, "I wish you hadn't put a shirt on. You looked really hot in just your shorts." I laughed and filled us with just some more vodka, and returning to the futon where he was seated, I sat next to him. Not surprisingly he kissed me, and we ended-up making out for a while. Then I helped him out of his shirt off. Mr. Marine had a hot body, six pack included. His cock didn't feel huge, but I liked how he felt overall. He leaned me back so I was on my back and he pulled off my tank top. We continued to make out. It was still hot as hell and we were sweating a lot. He was also in shorts, but mine were the nylon running kind and it was way easier to get into my shorts than his. Our hands were all over each other, but his hands under my shorts and on my ass and fingering me and stroking my cock the whole time I was on my back. Fuck, I was getting really worked up. I undid his shorts and he wasn't wearing underwear. I grabbed his cock and stroked it right away. It was probably 6" cut. I got him off of me,got on my knees between his legs and he told me to suck his cock. I did, licking his whole cock and then sucked the head and licked the tip. I wanted to give this hot Marine amazing head. I sucked him for about 10 minutes. He was moaning the whole way, telling me what a good cocksucker I was. My jaw wasn't getting tired yet, but my knees were from the hard wood floor. I sat next to him again and kissed him. I soon found myself on my back again and we were making out. "Are you a bottom?" he asked. "Yes," I replied, and with that he turned me over and started making out with me while rubbing his cock on my shorts, as his fingers explored my sweaty hole through my short legs. I looked back at him, kissed him hard and I slipped the back of my shorts down. "That's right. Show me your hole," he encouraged. So I slipped my shorts down more and he pulled them the rest of the way off my legs, and resumed making out with me as his cock slid up and down my ass crack. Then he spat on my hole and ate my ass for about a minute. He'd then put his cock head at my hole and rub it around and then eat my ass more. He did this a few times and then put his cock at my hole and said, "Can I ride you bareback?" "Yes." His cock slid in my spit and sweat slicked hole and stopped. The head hurt and I spread my legs and he said, "You have a sweet ass." He slid in more and I just grunted and took him until his bare cock was buried in my ass. He kissed me again and started to fuck me. In a few strokes I was pushing back to meet his cock and moaning. He said, "I'm not going to last long." I just pushed back, and within a few more strokes he added "I'm going to cum in your slutty ass." "Cum in me," I pleaded. And he did. He came in my ass, and I blew my load on the futon. He fucked me two more times that night and I took two more loads from him. His roommate never did call back. In the morning he said, "I don't have a roommate. I've seen you around and I made it up to come meet you. I never thought I'd get to fuck you, but you're really easy. Thanks for taking my loads slut." We were still naked and I said, "Give me another load before you go." He spread my legs and fucked me bareback again, blowing another load in my ass. I never saw the Marine again. I don't even know if he was actually my neighbor.

It has been very hot. curious how it goes on

It feels great to piss in a guys mouth or hole. However I do get hard at times and it becomes difficult. Try it. I think you'll like it.

My fantasy was finally coming true. A gay couple I had known for a few years was having a party and had agreed to have me be the party favor. I would be put on a bed in the spare bedroom, naked, and the guests would be told that if they needed relief during the party to pay me a visit. When the first guests knocked, I went to the room, put on the blindfold and got on the bed. I could hear more people coming, the music started. It seemed like it was hours but I had no idea how long because the clock that was in the room had been unplugged, probably on purpose. Without warning, I heard someone tap on the door a couple of times and it opened. I didn't move. Whoever it was shut the door behind them and I heard it lock. Guess he wanted to make sure our meeting stayed one on one. I heard him undress and then his hand was on the back of my head, pulling me towards the edge. As I eased to the side I felt his cock touch my lips. I wrapped my hand around it, opened my mouth and sucked him in deeply. It was a nice midsize cock and I could already taste precum leaking which made me suck harder. I blew him with a good rhythm until he pulled his cock out of my mouth and crawled on the bed behind me. "Ass Up" he said, and I immediately got on my knees. I heard the lube open, he smeared some on my hole and pressed his cock against it. It all happened within a few seconds which made me realize he hadn't put on a condom. I relaxed and he eased forward, slipping completely in me in one slow stroke. It hurt a little but I kept quiet. He started fucking me with nice steady deep strokes which felt incredible. I moaned without meaning to and he sped up at a little. It must have turned him on to know I was enjoying it. He kept up the pace longer than I thought he'd last until he stopped on an instroke, sighed heavily and I could tell he was cumming. I tightened up my hole around his cock to milk him dry. He shuddered a couple of times, pulled out, smacked my ass and said thanks. I was in slut heaven. I was just bred by a guy I never saw and wouldn't know it if I saw him on the street. The breeding was a surprise too. My friends had said most guys would be safe and there was a bowl of condoms on the nightstand by the lube. I trusted them because they know I'm negative, and just decided to go with it. I don't think I was alone very long before the door opened again. I heard the second guy undress and he got on the bed behind me. He never said a word. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me up so I was once again on my knees, ass in the air. I head the lube open and felt his cock touch my slick hole. He eased forward and just as his cock head popped in, I realized that he was a good bit thicker than the first guy. He held up a minute for me to get used to it. I guess he felt it when I pulled forward a little. To let him know I was ready, I pushed back against him, taking the rest of his dick in my hole. What his cock lacked in length, he made up for with girth because I felt the slight burn of being stretched good and tight. When he felt me push back, he grabbed my hips and started a steady jack hammer rhythm. He had good control and must have been in good shape because he fucked me like that for a good 15 minutes nonstop. I noticed his strokes get a little harder and thinking he was close I started moaning a little and pushing back again. That did the trick because he fucked me really hard for about 30 seconds, growled and went all the way in me. His cock was thick enough that I could feel it jerking as he pumped his cum into me. I didn't think he'd put on a condom either and reached back to check. Sure enough, I now had two loads in me. When he pulled out, my hole didn't close immediately from the thick pummeling he had given me. I clenched a few times to work it shut and keep the cum in me and got back on my stomach. The next guy had me get off the bed and suck him, which I eagerly did until he pumped the first load of the night in my throat. Over the next couple of hours, I was visited 5 or 6 more times. Swallowed 3 more loads and got fucked by two more guys who both decided to use condoms. I could hear the party winding down and was wondering if it was over when the door opened and a guy said there was one more guest that needed some attention but that a few of the guests wanted to watch. Since I love to be watched I had been a little disappointed that all of the use I'd had up to this point had been one on one. And now I was going to be a public display too, as if the night could have gotten any better. I heard a few more people walk in the room and felt the bed move as someone got on behind me. I instinctively raised my ass up. I heard a condom wrapper being fumbled with, then the lube bottle clicked open. Some lube was squirted on my already slick with lube and cum hole. Then I felt a cock head rubbing around my ass. My first impression was that this might be the thickest of the night. It felt very blunt. The head moved some lube around then pressed against my hole. I relaxed and waited but nothing happened. The pressure increased as the guy leaned forward, but still nothing. Shit, this guy must be hung like a beer can. I pushed out slightly and pushed back a little and felt my ass spreading wide around what had to be the thickest cock I'd experienced. The head had started in, but I could feel I hadn't gotten all of the width yet. I eased forward, wiggled my ass around and pushed back. The rest of the head finally popped inside and I froze. If I hadn't been blindfolded I think my vision would have blurred. The thickness had pressed against my prostate, which thankfully gave me some pleasure to mix with the pain. I didn't move, hoping my ass would relax and stretch, not knowing if the guy would stop if I had to ask him too. The guy did have some mercy. He didn't move for a good minute or so, during which my ass did relax a little. He pulled back and the head popped out. I heard and felt some more lube being applied and then the blunt tip touched me again. I pushed out hard and eased back as he eased forward and the head went in followed by an inch or two of the shaft. I froze again; actually feeling like I might cum from the pressure on my prostate. After a short pause, he eased out, and back in, each time, giving me another half inch of so, and then I realized that while I was concentrating on the width, I hadn't considered the length. I felt stuffed so full of cock I could burst and I still hadn't felt his balls touch me. On the next instroke, it felt like he hit bottom and the pain started to overcome the pleasure. He kept making slow deliberate strokes, now hitting bottom on each one and I unconsciously pulled forward. This seemed to tick him off a little because he pushed me forward the rest of the way until I was flat on my stomach. He put his arm under me and kept fucking. Going forward was a bad idea because now I couldn't pull away. All I could do was lay there and take it. The pain did ease some with the new position and after a few dozen, ever deepening strokes, I could feel his balls against my ass cheeks. I almost smiled to myself knowing I had taken it and didn't have to tap out. My hole burned and I could feel the head of his cock in my guts but figured if he didn't last too long, I'd make it. He kept fucking me in a slow, steady rhythm and my ass kept relaxing until the pain was nearly gone. Needing him to come before my hole was completely torn up, I let out a moan and lifted my ass up to meet his thrust. His rhythm never changed, but the feeling inside me did. As my hole started burning more from being stretched so wide, the pressure on my prostate kept me feeling like I might cum. I'm one of those guys that after I cum, I have to stop, which made me know I had to keep from having an orgasm at all costs. I felt his fingers run up my neck and into my hair as he gripped a fist full and used it to pull me back against him. I groaned loudly and kept raising my ass up against him, but still his rhythm never changed. I tried tightening up my ass but I was stretched so wide it didn't work. My hole was shot but still he kept fucking. My last resort to make him cum was ask. "Please give me your load" I said softly. In between asking, I kept raising my ass up to him and moaning. "Please cum in me" I begged, and still he fucked me. No change in rhythm, just an increasing soreness in my hole. I listened and the guys breathing hadn't even changed. His hand was still in my hair and his cock was still so far in me I swear I could feel it in my chest. "Take my ass Sir", I groaned, and as if my body were listening, I felt an enormous orgasm coming on. I tried to stop but felt the contractions start. I groaned loudly and my stomach was suddenly soaked with my own cum. I thought I heard a giggle as the fucking suddenly stopped. The massive cock was slowly pulled from me, one inch at the time. When the head exited, I could actually feel the cool air on the inside of me I was gaped so big. The blindfold was removed and after a few seconds of my eyes adjusting I looked back. Behind me on the bed was a female with a strap on that looked the size of a horse cock. Now it all made sense. The guy that had nearly ruined my ass, that I couldn't make cum no matter how hard I tried, wasn't a guy after all. I swallowed hard knowing she could have gone on much longer, wondering at what point I would have used my safe word. Clapping broke out from the 10 or so guests that had crowded the room to watch

Every installment has made me shoot my load! I hope there's gonna be a LOT more! Thanks!

Part 4 Bob told Eric and Shaun he has dreamed about sucking off a man since he was a boy but was afraid he'd get caught. As Bob told them how he would suck on carrots as he jerked off and his other fantasies Eric reloaded the pipe then had Bob take several hits in a row. While Bob smoked Eric had Shaun between his legs sucking him again. Once Bob finished the pipe Eric had him sit on his lap facing away and pulled the boy into a hug. He asked him if he liked being held and Bob told them he loved it and how Shaun held him some nights when they were younger. Eric said that they would hold him all night and he should let him and his big brother take care of him. Eric had him close his eyes and then he spread the boy's legs wide and told Shaun to get the special lube and also pointed to the drawer with the prepared bump and then Shaun started to eat his brother's hole. Bob moaned and Eric told him he was now their boy to play with. Eric said Shaun was his bottom boy and now Bob was the bottom boy for both of them. Bob just kept moaning and started tossing his head back and forth when his brother started to finger him. After Shaun could slide his finger easily he pulled out and pushed the bumb shooter into his baby brother and was excited knowing that he soon would need to get fucked. Shaun went to get their toy bag and Eric fingered the boyhole and in a couple of minutes could feel the boy's hole getting ready. As the chems took over the boy's ass Eric kept telling him how hot his hole was. Bob could feel the heat and also a need he didn't understand. When Eric removed his finger the empty feeling made Bob ask if he'd finger him more and Eric said first suck my finger. Bob opened his mouth and took the finger into his mouth and knew it was smelly but didn't care he just wanted it back in his ass. "Keep sucking my fingers. Do you want to be my boy?". Bob nodded and continued to with each question. " Do you want to be your brother's boy too?, if I have a friend over will you be his boy too?". Shaun set the bag down and Eric told to him to give himself a double bump and Eric rubbed Bob's hole and told him to watch his brother. Eric told him that the tough jock stud he knew as his brother was only one side and you're gonna watch your big brother become an insatiable bottom boy. It took less than three minutes for the massive booty bump to work. Eric pointed out how Shaun's big cock has turned into a tiny soft cocklet. He told Shaun to put a jock on and explained to Bob that a bottom should hide his useless clit and showoff his cunt. Next he had Shaun turn around on all four and show his brother his cunt. By now the chems made Shaun so hungry for cock that he was drooling so Eric told him to get on his back facing them and to show your little brother how hungry your cunt is. Eric was still rubbing the boyhole as they watched Shaun get a horse cock buried into his cunt. Watching this made his hole twitch and Bob asked if he'd finger his ass again. "Ask, your Daddy to finger your boypussy, Bobby." Bob didn't think he just said it. "Daddy, finger my boypussy" "Is little Bobby's boypussy getting hungry?" "Daddy I didn't understand it but now I do, I need something in my boypussy" Erik slid a finger into the tight cherry boyhole and started thinking of fully wrecking this pure innocent boy and thought how much his friends would love ruining a boy on his birthday and that he will beg them to ruin him. They watched Shaun for at least an hour before Eric knew he needed to stop before he popped the boy's cherry. He had Bobby suck him off again but then have Bobby a pill and soon he was knocked out. He put the boy to bed and had Shaun get dressed and took him to the local bathhouse to let Shaun get fucked and so Eric could talk with some friends about his plans for Bobby.

It's much easier to get in if you're part of a couple. Single males are either forbidden, or greatly restricted in number and paying twice what a couple would pay. (Single women, on the other hand, are usually admitted for $5 or less!) I've been in and out of the swingers lifestyle for many years, and am a veteran of many clubs. I hate to add, but must, that bi males are seldom welcome to express that interest, and that approaching another man could get you kicked out. There WAS one club near Pittsburgh that had bi Thursdays, which were always well attended, and by many of the same couples who attended the Friday and Saturday parties. But if you intend to try swinging in real life, make sure you understand the club's policy re bi men.

Part 3 As Eric lit the lighter he nodded to the TV and said I wish that me right now. The scene was the woman on her knees blowing the guy. Eric said to Bob that he knew that Bob wished it was him too. Bob looked and watched as she swallowed the guys entire cock and it made his mouth water. Then he saw another guy appear and the two guys started to make out. Bob then watched as Eric sucked in that awesome white smoke. Eric set the pipe down and then put his hand on the back of Bob's head pulling to to him and stopped less than an inch from being mouth to mouth and he slowly blow the cloud into the boy's mouth. Having Eric hold him felt so right and he hoped they did this again. Bob inhaled the smoke from Eric and held it until Eric told him to blow it back to him and then he pulled the boy's head further until they were connected. Bob nearly collapsed as he felt Eric's mouth against his. Eric took Bob's hand and placed it on Eric's throbbing cock and then pulled his head back and whispered into the boy's ear, "Watching the video I knew you wanted to be the one swallowing the cock. I know right now you're so horny you want my cock don't you?". Bob moaned out a quiet yes. Eric let the boy go and then told Shaun he wanted to watch him shotgun with his brother. Shaun moved quickly and picked up the pipe and held it to his brother's lips and called him his sexy little brother. As Bob inhaled Shaun locked eyes with him and their love and hunger got intense. Shaun set the pipe aside and put his mouth to his brother's and started making out. When Bob needed to exhale Shaun didn't bother trying to inhale as he instead was enjoying shoving his tongue into the boy's mouth. Bob reached for his brother's cock and they both moaned into each other's mouth. Bob opened his eyes and saw on the TV that the new guy was pushing his cock into the first guys mouth. The hunger inside him was almost out of control as he needed to get a cock in his mouth now. Finally Shaun let go of Bob's head and they separated. "Watching that guy suck his buddy is making my cock drip", Eric said, and Bob and Shaun turned to him and saw he was sitting naked and stroking himself. "Shaun come show your brother how to do it." The brothers knelt in front of Eric and Shaun told Bob to lick the head of Eric's cock. Bob was so excited and started to lick up all of Eric's precum and was addicted immediately. Shaun told him to watch his teeth and to take as much in his mouth as he could and Bob went down on it until he gagged. Eric took hold of his head and guided the boy further down as Shaun moved the boy onto his knees and then he removed both his and his brother's underwear. When Shaun touched his little brother's cherry boyhole the boy's body shook in pleasure but Eric held his head firm. "Looks like little Bobby likes his hole touched", Eric said, " Show him what getting his hole eaten feels like." As his brothers tongue licked his hole he tried to scream in delight but just then Eric pushed his cock into his throat and soon the feeling was too much and the boy started to cum. Shaun felt the spasm on the boy's hole and shoved his tongue all the way in and fucked the boyhole with it. Bob didn't know what happened but his orgasm went into overdrive. Eric fucked his throat a couple of times then held it all the way down and unloaded into his throat. When Eric let the boy's head up Shaun grabbed it and turned it to the side as he plunged his cock that was about to fire into it and just as he got it in it started shooting his load.

right now it's joseph rough

Never been to a swingers party. Would love to find out how to in my area, LA - Palm Springs - SD.

Chapter III. Tom and Blake led us to the bedroom and laid us down. My boy and I wrapped around each other, fingering POZ seed out of our loose holes. What started as an innocent day trip was about to devolve into a night of toxic debauchery. I fell asleep and dozed for a bit. When I woke up, my boy was, of course, gone. I heard him whimpering as he was getting fucked. One of the twinks from the Ferry had my boy bent over the sofa and was fucking him hard. My boy moaned as this this skinny suntanned guy pounded his hole with what must have been a nine inch dick. Tom was standing beside the twink pushing the twink’s hips back and forth. “Yeah Billy. Fuck him hard. Seed him good like we seeded you.” That sent Billy over the edge and he fired off his load into my boy’s ass. Tom saw me standing there, hard, and had me kneel down. Billy withdrew his cummy cock from my boy’s ass and Tom had me suck it clean. A river of seed was trickling down my boy’s thigh. Tom introduced us to Billy, who was apparently Tom’s nephew. Tom, Blake, and their friends had all been breeding the boy since he turned eighteen, but he had yet to convert. Billy told us that he would be working the party later and lining up cock for us. Billy kissed all three of us and flitted out of the house. Blake walked into the living room with two jockstraps. “Here, cumsluts. Put these on. They are all you’ll be wearing to the party.” We hopped into our jocks as the rest of the housemates filed into the room. They hugged us and told us we would be well taken care of, and we all headed down the boardwalk to the beach. Outside, we passed dozens of hot guys wearing very little, all on their way to the party. Several people commented that they recognized the two chasers from the ads they had seen online. They were talking about us! One really burly guy walked right behind me and my boy for a bit, grabbing our asses and working his fingers into our asses. “I’ve got my eye on you, boys. And I’ll have my dick in you both before the night is out.” He winked and headed on. The party was a blow-out. There must have been three hundred guys crowded into a small area. It was body pressed against sweaty body as far as the eye could see. Blake made sure to separate me from my boy and Tom guided me over to the railing, overlooking the ocean. He pressed against my ass and I could feel him working his drooling cock up and down my crack. “Just going to warm you up for your new friends!” He eased his dick into me and it felt glorious. I was looser than I had ever been and I felt no pain. The cum I already had in me was lube enough to get him going. I arched my back so he could fuck me easier and Tom hammered away. “Don’t want to cum yet, slut. I’ve got to you find your boyfriend.” Tom pulled out of me and disappeared into the crowd. A couple of the guys around had seen Tom fucking me, and moved in closer. A tall muscled guy pulled his shorts down in the front to reveal a stubby thick six inch cut cock, balls and pubes completely shaved. He whirled me around and shoved into me. His meat was so wide that I felt my ass struggle to accommodate him. He leaned his weight against me and rasped into my ear, “You take loads from guys like that, you’ll never get the bug!” I was confused for a moment, and he continued. “You want to convert, you take seed in the Rack.” He continued as he pistoned away, “Most of us pretty boys here are all medicated.” He was breathless as he kept fucking me. “You could take every load here and not become… ONE… OF…. US!!!!” He came in me hard and his dick was replaced by another one. And another. And another. As I took bare dick after bare dick, that guy’s words kept ringing in my ears. I lost track of how many cocks I had taken after ten or so, but I kept at it until my knees went weak under me. Billy appeared every few dicks with a new friend for me. He was there when the last guy pulled out. “Thanks, fellas. Looks like this chaser is all fucked out. His boy is still going strong though. That slut is a real champ!” Several guys waiting their turn with my hole walked away as Billy helped me to lean over a chair and rest a bit. I couldn’t see my boy but I knew someone was balls deep in him. Over the roar of the guys dancing, and the cluster of guys in the middle of the deck fucking him, I could hear my boy, “Yes! Yes! Feed me that big cock! Give me that dirty cum!!!” Billy and I drifted to the edge of the party. I told him what the first guy had said about loads from POZ guys on meds. Billy said he was probably right. He’d only taken loads from Tom and Blake’s friends and they were all really healthy. He said that he had heard about guys in the Meat Rack who really wanted the bug finding what they were looking for. The really sick trolls were not exactly part of the ‘in crowd’ anymore and kept their fucking to the darkness of the woods. I started to hatch an idea. If my boy really wanted to get sick, I knew a way to help him out. Blake and my boy appeared arm in arm. Both were grinning ear to ear, faces and hair sloppy with streaks of cum from countless guys. “Anyone up for a real adventure?” To be continued…

Tom Growing up, it was just me and Mom for most of my young life. When I was about 11 my Mom's brother, my Uncle Charlie moved in with us. He was openly gay and he woke something in me that I had not realized: that I too was gay! I was infatuated with Uncle Charlie, but he was very well behaved around his closeted young nephew. Since we lived in a small Midwestern town, I was afraid I was the only young guy who was gay, and, of course, I was perpetually horny. Then a new family moved in next to us. They had a son, Justin, who was slightly older than I, and readily we became friends. Justin and his family had moved from San Francisco to the Midwest because Justin's dad's employer had requested the move. Justin and I started spending a lot of time with each other and over time, we began to explore sex with each other, but it was not just sex that kept us as friends. Justin was the one that started me in wrestling. It was thanks to him that I became the wrestler I am today. We spent many hours together working on our wrestling moves: pins, holds, grapples, everything. Of course it helped that all our private wrestling sessions were naked, and ended with us fooling around. Mainly our arrangement was that the looser sucked-off the winner, but over time we went on to further games, for instance, Justin was the first guy to ever fuck me. We had many hot times, but like most things, it came to an end, as Justin went off to college. I was happy for him, but it left me alone and frustrated again. With my only sexual release gone, I turned to the internet. Online I not only discovered that while I had enjoyed Justin, I really liked the look and attitude of older guys. I also discovered that what Justin and I had been doing was called barebacking, raw, breeding. I started reading everything I could on it; this was when I discovered about bug chasing and gifting. The thoughts of becoming poz grew stronger and stronger in my mind. I wanted to find a poz daddy, for him to accept me, and for him make me into what I wanted to be: a receptacle for his seed, to be his poz boy and take all he gave me. Eventually I signed up for all the hookup sites and made profiles for myself where I would be going to college. I had a few hits, but most were guys my age. I would chat with them and find out all the places to go, what the area was like, all that stuff, but the guys I wanted to find and with whom I wanted to fuck around, didn't seem to notice my ad. I commented about it to one of my new online buddies, and he told me I needed better pics to attract them. I explained that I was still living at home, and couldn't take them. He offered to help me out once I went away to college. My Online Buddy was named John, and the day after Mom and Uncle Charlie dropped me off at college, I contacted him about taking the pics. He was free that evening, so I got his address and set about figuring out how to get there, and what to wear. Luckily, he was close to the Metro, so I set out a bit before, and got there just on time.

Seeding my son After about ten minutes of enjoying Tom's mouth pleasuring my cock, I pushed him down on the bed and spread his legs, dove-in and began to eat his young neg pussy, getting it wet for its first poz breeding. Tom moaned and squirmed as my tongue worked to get inside his hole, slowly opening it up for the later invasion by my cock. As his bud begins to open to my tongue, I start rubbing my thumb along the edge and slowly inserting it. Soon, I can get both thumbs in and spread out his hole. My first two fingers begin to slide in, and soon they are doing what comes natural to them. My nails begin to dig into his lining, making small tears for my bug to get into his system with. "Please, Dad," begged Tom, "get that poz cock in my cunt and give me your bug. Make me poz with the same cum that made me!" I looked into his eyes and saw the desire, the want, the need in there. Still I asked "Are you sure you want this?" "Yes, Dad, breed me with your poz cum!" I leaned down and kissed him as my cock found his hole and began to slide into his neg cunt. Soon I felt my balls hit his ass, and knew I was going to blast his hole with my poz seed even if he asked me to pull out now. I slowly began to slide my cock in and out of his cunt, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Tom moaned in pleasure as my cock pounded his hole, tearing it up more as I broke through his second ring and really started to pound him into the mattress. Since I knew he was going to be taking loads all night from Dave and me, I let my first batch of Swimmers build quicker than I normally would, so soon I felt the tingle in my balls that signaled my poz cum would soon be impregnating my son. "Last chance, son," I cautioned. "Give it to me, Dad. Plant your seed in me." "All right, here you go!" And with that I shoved all nine inches into him and let go. It was a good sized load, and Dave would soon be using it to fuck his own loads into my son to make him our son. I stayed inside till I knew all my seed was now in his ass, then I slowly withdrew. Dave was standing beside me, and as soon as I was out, he climbed onto the bed and lined-up his cock. I lay down beside Tom and we kissed as Dave's eight inch plus cut cock slid into Tom's cunt, remarking "That load feels so good in there. Your cunt will be well on its way to being infected soon," as he pounded Tom into the mattress. Tom, meanwhile, moaned in pleasure around my kiss. When Dave took-over kissing Tom, I got off the bed to retrieve a few things to help Tom's conversion. When I got back from the bathroom, Tom was writhing under Dave. I knew from watching Dave breed other boys, that he was getting close to adding his poison seed with mine in my son. As I climbed back onto the bed, I grabbed the plug from the nightstand, and just as I began to give Tom another kiss, Dave groaned "Take my dirty seed, son!" Dave stayed in Tom until his entire load was planted deep inside. While he slowly pulled out, he kissed Tom. Once his cock slipped out of Tom's cunt, I pulled my surprise from behind my back: a new hard bristle toothbrush. Tom smiled at me when he saw it, and grabbed his ankles, giving me full access to his now opened and well bred cunt. I slid the brush into him and began to vigorously brush his innards to help his lining become even more receptive to allowing the virus into his system. While brushing his hole, my cock sprang back to life. Once I was sure that the brushing had done its part of the job, I pulled the brush out, and sure enough, the bristles were a nice shade of dark pink. I showed it to Tom as I lined my hard cock up with his cunt again and sank into it. This fuck, I took my time with and varied my technique as I gave him pleasure as well as continuing to work that deadly seed into his ass lining. Tom's cock had stayed rock hard the entire time we had been fucking him, which was close to an hour now, and Tom's breathing began to change, and I realized that he was getting close to shooting his possibly last neg load. Dave noticed it too, and leaned down and took Tom's cock into his mouth. As Dave went down to Tom's balls, Tom grabbed the back of his head and kept him there as he groaned, shooting his load into Dave's mouth. The sensation of my son's ass clenching around my cock as he shot into my boyfriend's mouth caused me to go over the edge, and a few strokes later I growled too and shot my second life-changing load into his cunt. Dave rolled off, and, for the second time that afternoon, I slowly pulled out of Tom's cunt, which was most definitely destroyed. Reaching over, I grabbed the plug and slid it in, remarking "That will keep those loads in there until we can recharge and add some more." Tom leaned-up and kissed first me, and then Dave, thanking us by saying "I hope your gift takes soon. This has been exactly what I wanted." "Well, if I know our seed, in about two weeks you will be sick as a dog." We all spent the rest of that weekend fucking my son, and we all knew that when he left to go back to school on Monday morning that he was well on his way to being infected. The next few weeks Tom spent every moment he could with one or the both of us getting fucked and brushed and every other trick we could come up with to ensure that he would come down with our bug, and sure enough, a few weeks after our initial meet-up, Tom came over and felt sick from the fuck flu. Dave and I spent the weekend taking care of him and giving him more of our toxic cum. A few weeks after he was better, I sent him to the free clinic where he learned he was now carrying our strain in his system. We all went out to celebrate, and it was then that Tom told us that now that he was confirmed poz, that he wanted to spread it to the guys on his wrestling team. Dave and I offered to help if any of the guys would be up to it. He smiled at us, and said he knew a couple of guys that would like to be fucked by some hot daddies.

hey dude r u still looking? id love to seed that hole....near spotsylvania here

Pozzing Dave. I sent Dave to the bedroom, and told him to get that plug he had used on me out and not to lube up his hole, that I was going to rough fuck it again and get him really bloody to take my poz seed into his system. I locked the doors and walked back to the bedroom. On my way past the bathroom, I stopped and grabbed a new toothbrush from under the sink. Entering into the bedroom, I found Dave on his back, a look of lust and apprehension on his face and, if it was possible, a rock hard cock straining to get even harder between his legs. I placed the toothbrush on the bed next to his leg and slowly took off my clothes. Once I was naked, I told him to get up on all fours. I could see a slight sheen to his hole, probably where my load from the initial anger fuck had seeped ever so slightly out of his ass. I spread his ass cheeks and began to slide the toothbrush into his hole. Dave let out a slight grunt of pain as the stiff bristles pushed past his sphincter. Once it was in his hole, I brushed vigorously, twisting the brush as well, getting every corner of his innards bruised with the brush. After about ten minutes, I pulled the brush out, and to my satisfaction, the white bristles were now a nice shade of dark pink. With his innards prepped, the next step in his conversion was growing between my legs. I lined my stiff cock up to his pucker, and with one thrust pushed in till my balls hit his hole. I didn’t let him adjust to my intrusion, but began thrusting hard and deep into his dry hole. Soon his ass-juices and my precum (and a bit of his blood) were slicking up his hole. Looking down, I noticed my cock was covered with a pink tinged, slightly milky mixture of the ass juices and my last load. I didn’t think it was possible, but my cock got even harder at the sight and I began to really pound Dave’s hole. He cried out as I unrelentingly pounded on his hole, really tearing into him, no doubt adding to the bruising I had done with the toothbrush. Without pulling out, I flipped him onto his back and shoved my cock deep into his hole. Each thrust hit his prostate and made his cock jump. I knew if I kept this up he might cum, hands-free. I finally felt the tingle in my balls, signaling that my second known toxic load was about to erupt from my cock and enter Dave, hopefully converting him forever. I grabbed Dave’s leaking cock, and began to jack it as I kept pounding his hole and hitting his prostate. He moaned and screamed that he was going to cum. I told him to let it out, that I was going to flood his ass with my toxic spunk. He moaned “do it”, and a few thrusts and pumps later I was flooding his ass with my diseased load as his last neg load shot out; the first shot landing on his face and the rest coating his chest and my hand before we both collapsed in exhaustion. Once I recovered my strength, I slowly pulled out, and he squeezed my cock with his ass to keep that spunk in him. I grabbed the plug that was sitting on the bed next to me and as my cock popped out I slid it into his now cum-filled hole. We rested next to each other, and over the course of the night, I pulled that plug out about a dozen times and added another toxic load to his ass each time. His ass was so sore the next morning from all the fucking that I was amazed he could walk. Like a good boy, he kept the plug in him all day and made sure my cum would incubate and enter his body to infect him. We kept on fucking as often as we could, and a few weeks after I got my result, Dave came down with a fever, the shakes and could not keep any food down. Like he had for me when I converted, I took care of him, and got him through his conversion. When he was 'healthy' again, he went and got tested. Sure enough, he was now poz. With that taken care of, we set about to find as many boys as possible to convert and turn into poz bottom sluts. Together, we would create a legacy of our poz strain throughout the area.

PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…

Part Eight It was decided to further torment Dave by having Brian administe a Caverject injection to the base of his cock to cause him to have an erection while the device kept his cock stuck in a position downward. Dave was just waking when Brian and Matthew walked in to administer the Caverject. Brian told his older brother “It has been decided that you are to get an injection in your cock.” Dave thought that maybe he was being given a slam as he asked Brian “Why are you doing this to me, I’m your brother.” Dave sat calmly as Brian stuck the needle into the base of his cock. Dave waited to feel what he expected to be Tina running through his system to start feeling his cock quickly trying to get hard. Brain barked an order to his brother “Get on the bed on all fours bitch!” Dave sat there trying to adjust to his hardening cock when Brian smacked him in the face and told him again “I told you to get on the bed on all fours bitch!” Dave quickly complied as he asked “Why are you doing this to me?” To which Brian replied “It was the decision of the leadership.” Dave’s cock was prevented from reaching a full hard-on by the device he was feeling extreme pain in his groin. He begged his brother “Can’t you take this thing off of me bro?” Brian gave him the news “The only way that device can be removed is if your cock is cut off.” Dave didn’t want to lose his cock and did his best to block out the discomfort the device was causing while Brian began to fuck him hard. Dave grunted in pain with every thrust as the fuck made his cock throb in the device. Brian made sure to make the fuck last as long as he could before he seeded his brother’s hole. Matthew then took his turn at fucking Dave while he continued to moan in agony. As Dave continued to feel the throbbing pain of his cock attempting to get hard as Matthew fucked him harder and harder as he felt like his cock was going to burst. It wasn’t his cock bursting that he needed to worry about but the ability for him to ever get hard again that he was going to lose. The commune leadership knew that Caverject injections would eventually cause his cock to lose the ability to get hard without chemical assistance. And with the device Dave wouldn’t want to get hard ever again. After Matthew filled Dave’s hole he was left with a painful cock while he was left alone to ponder his dilemma. As Dave tried to get comfortable he contemplated Brian’s words to have his cock cut off.

Part Four It was a nice day on the back roads of Georgia where Dave and his younger brother Brian were cruising down the road. Dave and Brian were brothers who loved to play baseball. They were teammates on a team that played in the county summer league. Dave was 19, 6’2”, 175 pounds with blond hair and blue eyes who had just finished his first year in college. Brian was 18. 6’3”, 160 pounds also with blond hair and blue eyes and had just graduated high school. Both brothers were dressed in their baseball gear on their way to a game when they had a double blow out on Dave’s car. When Dave got the car to the side of the road they discovered that they had no cell service. As they were assessing their situation a white van pulled up to offer help. The brothers were grateful that someone came along and quickly took the men on their offer for a ride. After they climbed into the van they were quickly over powered and subdued by a couple men hidden in the back of the van. Like they had done before the boy’s car was towed away and destroyed and their clothes were removed and burned. The brothers woke up in the same room where Jake and Ron were first taken. There was one difference this time, Dave was restrained in a sling while Brian was left free. Dave was the first to come around while Brian was still unconscious. Dave called out to Brian as his brother just laid there. When Brian came to Dave asked him “Bro, get me out of this fucking thing.” Brian attempted to free his older brother only to find that he was restrained with leather straps and pad locks. As Brian continued to work on Dave’s restraints there was a voice with directions that was heard. “Someone will enter the room and give you a shot. That shot will make your cocks get very hard. The one of you who is free will fuck the one who is restrained or you will both be killed. Any attempt to fight the young man who enters the room will also result in both of you being killed.” Brian looked at his brother and couldn’t imagine himself fucking his brother. Dave looked at him and told his younger brother, “It’s ok bro, we’ve got to do what we need to in order to survive. Just fuck me.” As Dave finished his sentence Matthew entered the room with Ron in tow. He had 2 shots of Caverject and gave each brother a dose in the base of their cock. Ron got on his knees and began to suck on Brian’s cock getting him hard. Brian tried to fight the stimulation as his cock quickly grew to its full 8”. Ron then worked some lube over the now engorged cock getting it ready for penetration. Brian was pushed into position by Matthew while Ron remained on his knees. Brian was a virgin and was experiencing his first fuck although it wasn’t with a chick. The sensations were nothing he had ever felt when he jacked off. Since he had never done anything more than jerk off he shot his load very quickly. With the Caverjact still in Brian’s system he was still hard Matthew told him, “You keep fucking him till your cock is raw or you go soft.” Brian began to really get into fucking his brother as his brother’s cock grew stiff and began to leak precum. After another 30 minutes or so Brian shot another load into his brother’s ass as Matthew told him, “You keep fucking or else.” After nearly 2 hours of Brian fucking his brother and cumming several times Dave began to feel the sensation building in his prostate. Without any warning Dave began to have a very strong orgasm. Brian kept on fucking after Dave’s orgasm finished and deposited one more load before Matthew told him to stop. Since it was apparent that both boys would easily follow direction they were both kept alive. With Dave still in the sling and Brian worn out from fucking for 2 hours Matthew was given 2 point. He used a tourniquet and tied off Ron’s arm and stuck each point in a good vein to draw off some of Ron’s toxic blood. He then administered a slam to each brother. First Brian was given his blood tainted slam while Dave was forced to watch. After Matthew was finished it was Dave’s turn. Dave watched without any protest as Matthew applied the tourniquet, wiped a prominent vein and stuck it with the needle. Matthew made sure he was in the vein before he emptied the contents. Dave only asked, “What’s in the needle?” Matthew told him, “Tina.” Dave knew enough about Tina to know that he didn’t want any part of the drug, but he had no choice but to comply. When Matthew removed the tourniquet Dave felt the rush of the drug into his chest just before he coughed out hard as he began to hear a ringing in his ears and his vision got a little blurry. The brothers were then escorted to the main room of the compound and placed in slings to be gang banged all weekend long. Brian was now on the receiving end of cock as Dave continued to take cock from all that were there that weekend. A little more than a week after that gang bang both brothers came down with the ‘flu’ and were cared for as they converted to being poz.

Part Two Jake fell to the floor as Ron watched the guy who just fucked him get his brains blown out. The man said it was time to get rid of the body and Ron was terrified he’d be killed next. The man assured Ron as long as he did as he was told he wouldn’t be killed. As Jakes body was taken way Ron was told to get up and follow Matthew. A young kid who looked to be no older than 18 walked in and escorted Ron out of the room to another room with a sling in the middle. Matthew told Ron to climb in the sling and relax. Matthew made sure that Ron’s ass was at the edge of the sling and then secured his wrists and ankles with leather restraints. Matthew let Ron know that he’d be the jock’s chemist as he fixed a tourniquet on Ron’s left arm. He made sure it was tight as he wiped a prominent vein with alcohol. Ron then saw 2 needles. One looked blood red and the other looked clear. Matthew first used the blood filled syringe letting Ron know “This is filled with a combination of family blood. Now our DNA will be running through your veins and hopefully within a couple of weeks you’ll be my new brother.” Ron still had the vision of his best friend being killed before him and knew not to fight as Matthew continued, “This will make you feel real good. It will keep you alert as our family friends welcome you.” Matthew then sticks the Tina filled needle into Ron’s arm and both are emptied. Matthew massages the injection site as he pulls the tourniquet off. Ron feels the drug move into his chest and throat as he coughed out very hard. He feels his heart race and breaths heavier as he begins to hear a ringing in his ears and finds it difficult to focus his eyes. As he lies in the sling men begin to come in and take their turn fucking him. Matthew makes sure to keep the jock well supplied with Tina as he is gang banged by nearly every man in the county. The action kept up for nearly 3 days when Matthew finally helped the jock from the sling and to a bed where he could recover. When Ron woke he hoped that the events were just a dream until he realized Matthew was with him. Matthew let him know, “You did very well with your anal training. Paw likes to have it begin with a rough fuck, thanks to your friend and finish with a gang bang. It’s time for you to eat something and when you’re ready we’ll start on your oral training.” Ron was given a meal consisting of high protein. After he finished eating Matthew led Ron to his bedroom where Matthew stripped down and climbed on his bed. He had Ron climb up between his legs as he waved his soft cock telling Ron, “It’s time to learn how to suck cock. When I am done training you, you will be able to take any cock deep into your throat and you will learn to enjoy the taste of cum and piss.” Ron quickly leaned in and took Matthew’s soft cock into his mouth and with careful instruction sucked Matthew to a hard 7”. Matthew was sure to praise Ron as he performed better than expected. Since Matthew hadn’t cum since the gang bang he had a nice load built up for Ron to swallow, but he wasn’t going to cum anytime soon. He knew how to hold off letting Ron work on his technique. When Matthew was sure that Ron had enough he let Ron know that he would be getting a load of cum to swallow. Matthew began to pant as his cock began to swell harder and then with a warning Ron’s mouth began to fill with a nice load. When the first shot hit the back of Ron’s mouth he gagged for a moment before his moth filled up with cum. Matthew told Ron “I want you to swish my cum around in your mouth to savor the flavor. I will let you know when to swallow.” Ron discovered that Matthew’s cum didn’t taste that bad, in fact he discovered that he liked the taste. After all that Ron had been through he quickly accepted his new role as a cock sucker. Over the next couple of weeks Matthew continued to work with Ron on sucking cock and swallowing cum. He also worked with Ron on drinking his piss. Almost 10 days after the gang bang Ron came down with the ‘Flu’. Matthew cared for him as he spent the next 4 days in bed. He was told “This is your birthing process. When you start to feel better you will be born as a pox cum dump.”

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

Adam Knox barebacks off screen.