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Sweet! Thank you so much for the feedback so far, I have been promising myself to actually finish one of my multiple chapter stories and hopefully go back to a few I have written but haven't typed on the site. I will always try and keep you fellas entertained and turned up with the story progression, and tweak it if it is lacking something. Each one is done from memory otherwise haha. This next one was my favorite between the two actual guys... How It All Began: 2 Macho Arab DL Stealthers Part II I was groveling pathetically and subserviently on the sheets before my hairy well-tanned top. He had my suck on his index finger as he stroked that bulky dick before me and slapped it with a solid *clop* across the right side of my cheek. "Please..." I begged him as I wiggled my pert asscheeks in the air and arched my back slightly. He reached back and grabbed a handful of one cheek in his strong grip and clenched then unclenched his fingers to repeatedly manhandle me for his amusement. "Yeah, fuck one more into you," he mounted my ass pushing it quickly and forcefully flat on the bed and crammed his cock entirely from head to balls in a near singularly swift motion. I shot up moaning and straining to pull myself forward while gripping the top part of his bedspread so his ever thickening dick wouldn't be so firmly lodged inside me. Cum dripped and gushed as his balls slapped mercilessly the thundering beat of his slam fuck he was giving my quivering cumhole. "Oh shit! I'm cumming! I'm cuuu--aahhh!" My orgasm was muffled as he stuffed my face into a pillow and continued the last few steady and quite satisfyingly loud thrusts into my young hole that he was inseminating with his mature load and made note of the large wet spot where he had fucked my cum right out of me. "That ass won't be the same after us tonight man," he chuckled more to himself than to me. I didn't know what to say really and was unsteadily trying to dress myself. My ass felt so good but ached dully as though a long slow dick was still snaking in and out of me just for good measure, and the cum he had once again decided to pump me full of was already demanding release. I wanted to just leave, and not let him have the pleasure of hearing from the nearby bathroom all his jizz splattering out of my hole and reliving his conquest of using me so easily since I was so stupid for just being duped by a stud who seemed so straight to me otherwise if I hadn't seen the e-mails and lived through the fuck he had just delivered. I couldn't believe how quickly I made it to the other guy's place... And when I knocked on the door, he nearly immediately opened it. Standing at 6'6" he was unbelievably tall. Much like the other guy, he had a distinctive look that I would say was somewhere firmly between what I had imagined was a traditional arab and a fresh off the boat type latin guy. Very rugged, fit, masculine, and built though his frame was quite slim. He wore nothing but low hanging swears and his adonis lines showed clearly. My dick came to life bouncing beneath the surface of my clothing, begging for release though my ass tightened in nervous anticipation of how large that snake he had to wield would be. I knelt to begin to suck his cock and pull down his sweats but he pulled me up off the wooded floor and turned me around and with a surprising amount of ease picked me up and tossed me onto the plush bed so I landed on my stomach. He tore off what little clothing I had to expose my bare cum laden hole. He slipped out of his sweats letting them hit the wooden floorboards silently and with slow anticipation he climbed onto the bed on all fours over me and positioned his cock just over my ass. I had my eyes directly forward on the headboard before me, as I didn't dare look back incase he decided to punish my hole for trying to eye his cock. He leaned to his left grabbing a lube bottle from the nightstand and rolling poppers to me as well. I hit them eagerly and deeply when he started squirting the cool gel on my hole. His dick was not long behind and pushing firmly. "Wha!" I could not believe what I was feeling as he stretched my hole ever more apart with his wonderfully thick fuck baton. It was way thicker than what I had thought would be going inside me and he knew it. No wonder he wanted to go second. If I had started with him, it would have just been all blood and tears...or maybe I was just getting dramatic because of how I felt like my ass was barely containing the amount of meat he crammed and fucked ravenously up inside with a wicked curve. I was breathless during the assault and just surrendered to the one who took over and now owned my ass. "This is some good cunt boy," he whispered with his chest pressed against mine so his full weight flattened me even more and he forced my legs apart just a bit more so I had no choice but to let him force his invading ethnic dick anywhere it desired and all the pre-cum that steadily drained from it, "You know what is gonna happen to that little boy puss, huh?" He breathed mockingly. I merely panted as his thrusts got insistent and shortened in their quick lightning jabs inside me til I could feel the intensely warm and thick creamy present he buried into some point past my second hole. I couldn't believe he kept every drop so deeply nestled inside me I wasn't going to have any cumming out unless I really tried to get it out. "Can I--" I began. "Use the bathroom?" He finished with a laugh as he popped out of me tugged at his cock gathering up the ass juice and the last bit of his cum onto his fingers and pushed his fingers into my mouth to lick and clean without hesitation, "No. You're driving with my special load stuffed nice and good inside that useless fuck hole of yours. Wouldn't want you not getting the most out of that jizz." "Special load? You guys aren't poz, right?" I asked though I know I had asked almost a half dozen times in the e-mails and they denied, denied, denied. "Well, you wouldn't have been such a sweet and willingly little pump n dump for me if you had known, right?" He commented as if it was an observation of the weather. I was stumbling out the door, clothes barely hanging on in any decent way, wide-eyed, cum-stuffed, and aching inside and out of my hole he had bred so enthusiastically, "Don't worry slut, you might get lucky...I'm undetectable these days...but that ass was pretty torn and damn..you got such a huge load. Call me if you want to own up to liking that hole getting used for poz dick. Love neg guys who know what they are good for." It would be three weeks before I got up the nerve to go get tested...and of course they had done their job all too well. The test results said I was choc full of HIV. It had been so easy for them and I though tricked some..all too willing...and now...well now... It was my turn to fuck some neg hole over and keep the chain going.

I finally started PrEP. It was a great decision for many reasons - I love fucking raw and I especially love taking loads. I am in good health and generally don't have issues with side effects from medications. Plus I work in health care and the company I work for runs a pharmacy, and the company picks up my copays as one of my benefits, so PrEP doesn't cost me anything out of pocket. My doctor told me PrEP would take about a week to be effective, so today I took my seventh dose and I made plans to hook up with a buddy of mine I hadn't seen for a while. Dave is a closeted married guy in his 50s. He's an inch shorter than me at 5'6", with silver hair and brown eyes. He's smooth and muscular with abit of a belly. Not the sort of guy I usually Go for to be honest - I tend to gravitate towards bears/cubs like myself - but Dave is a very sweet guy and very, very enthusiastic about sex, which makes him plenty attractive to me! His wife was away so he asked me to come over to play. We'd fucked a few times but he always insisted on condoms - I'm the only guy he plays with and he knows I fuck with other guys. He picked me up this morning and we drove to his house. While in the car he rubbed my tight almost the whole way over, telling me how much he missed being with me and he couldn't wait to get naked with me. I brought up the fact that I was now on PrEP and that I had been on it long enough to be sure I was protected against HIV. I also told him that since I had to be tested before I could go on it I knew I was negative for any other STDs and hadn't been with anyone else since my testing was done. I told him I would respect it if he still wanted to use condoms, but that we didn't have to if he didn't want to. He couldn't hide the hunger in his eyes as I talked, and I knew we were going to swap loads. We got to Dave's house and immediately went upstairs to his bed - *their* bed, I reminded myself. There's something so hot and naughty to me about having sex with a man in the bed he usually shares with his wife. We stripped to our underwear and Dave pulled out a bag of weed and a pipe. He always liked to take a toke or two before we fucked. I had smoked pot for the first time a month prior and took to it quickly, although I have found it tends to have unpredictable effects on me sexually. He offered me the pipe and I took a deep deep hit. We kissed as the pot coursed through my system. I felt the waves of relaxation roll over me as Dave kissed down my neck, breathing warmly over my ear and firmly massaging my shoulders with his hands. We ground our underwear-clad erections against each other. I felt warm and tingly all over from the pot. Dave was on top of me, worshiping my body with his hands and tongue, licking and sucking my nips, massaging my balls, running his fingers up and down my furry torso. He ripped my boxer briefs off and swallowed my cock in one quick motion. My cock throbbed achingly as he aggressively deep throated me. My hips began to thrust as I fucked his warm wet mouth. He moaned as his own hard cock rubbed against the inside of his white Calvin briefs. It was a beautiful sight - for some reason nothing is hotter to me than a "straight" married dad in white briefs. By this time I was full-on stoned. My mind stopped forming coherent thoughts or words. Every instinct in my body was that I had to fill this man with my load. The heat of the moment and the complete release of my inhibitions had turned me into a voracious top man - a role I don't often play, but I enjoy the heck out of! I pulled Dave's mouth off my cock and pulled him in for a kiss. Gently but firmly I guided him onto all fours, grabbing the lube off the nightstand. My mind wanted desperately to say to him "I'm going to fuck you now," but the words wouldn't form. All that came out of my mouth was a long, low growl as I fingered the silicone into his hole. He was so incredibly tight and warm. He writhed and moaned, and I could sense that his pain at my penetration of him was gradually turning to pleasure as I quickly found the warm, firm lobe of his prostate and massaged it, reaching underneath him with my other hand to tug on his balls. It must be mentioned that Dave has a very thick penis. It's no longer than mine - about 6" - but about as thick as a Red Bull can. He hadn't been able to get it into me before - he doesn't do well fucking in rubbers, and I'm fairly tight, so the last two times he'd tried to fuck me he only succeeded in losing his boner. I had my hand wrapped around his thick shaft now and I felt it throb with each stroke of my finger against his prostate. Finally I couldn't stand to wait any longer. I knelt behind him, my 6" cut cock hard and ready. I grabbed him by the hips and pulled him backward, lining my cock head up with his tight, lubed hole. The head made contact and I felt his warmth. His ass lips parted as I continued to press into him, his velvety fuck chute swallowing inch after inch of my cock. He moaned and said "ohh that's your fucking raw cock in my ass....I've never been fucked raw before....oh my god you feel fucking incredible!" I felt my cock head pop through his inner ring and he grunted in that perfect mix of pain and pleasure. Finally my balls came to rest against his ass as I bottomed out inside him. The pot I'd inhaled had all gotten to my head and I couldn't see, hear or perceive anything else in the world besides the warm body of the sexy man impaled on my cock. The only thought in my mind was to fuck him, to thrust with all my energy and manhood and plant my seed deep inside his ass. I started to fuck in earnest, picking up speed and force as I made his ass mine. Dave moaned louder than I'd ever heard. I grunted and groaned but still couldn't think in coherent words - just enjoying the flashes of colors and bursts of light racing through my brain in its pot-addled state as my body performed like a well oiled fuck machine. I have no idea how long I fucked him - could have been ten minutes, could have been an hour - but I didn't once let up or take a break. Just listened to him moan and sigh and felt his ass tighten around me as he enjoyed the sensation of me using him. Finally I felt the sharp tension of my orgasm building deep inside my pelvis. My balls tightened against me as I bellowed "oh my god Dave I'm gonna cum!!" I felt eight strong pulses as I flooded his guts with my semen. His hole tightened, squeezing every last drop of cum out of my throbbing dick. I collapsed onto his back, and we lay there catching our breath, my cock still held firmly in place by his spasming hole. Gradually I slid out of him and rolled over onto my side. A quick drink of water and before I could even process what was happening I was up on all fours, my face buried in the pillow as Dave sank his tongue deep into my hole. I knew without him saying it - he had taken my load and now he wanted to give me his. And I was in no state to object. I felt one, then two lubed fingers probe my fuckhole and it opened readily. Reaching to the floor, I grabbed the poppers I had brought and took a deep whiff. Since I was still high they were even more effective than usual, and as the euphoria fogged my brain I knew I needed cock, and needed it now. I practically yelled the only thought in my brain - "fuck me Dave...fuck me hard!!!" Dave plunged his thick cock into me, and although his head slipped in fairly easily, the girth of his shaft made it a bit difficult, even in my altered state. My hole spasmed and pushed him out. On the third attempt he got past my tight sphincter and sank into me almost to the balls. The sudden stretch of my hole was almost too much, and I came close to blacking out. As I recovered, I took another hit of poppers and became painfully, blissfully tuned in to every inch of the thick cock inside of me. Pot seems to unlock an ability I have to enjoy sex in an abstract way, and I tuned into this feeling very quickly. I became hyper aware of the feeling of being penetrated by a man, and the pure raw masculine energy of two men fucking and breeding and swapping cum. All that mattered was that he keep thrusting into me and that I keep his cock inside of me until his semen coated the walls of my fuckchute. In that moment, I was incredibly thankful and proud to be a man, and to be gay. Nothing else in the world mattered or even existed to me. Finally he let loose a howl of pleasure and thrust all the way into me, firing off several jets of cum into my guts. The warmth and wetness was so incredibly satisfying I was reduced to a quivering mess. I fell asleep in his arms for an hour or so, before showering and heading home. I've really got to get high before fucking more often.

Ok Tiger :-) I get it! I prefer the one with the hard on behind me too. But I do appreciate contributions from some members here as well. Especially Bearbandit's and others who reach out with questions and answers. The young ones who ask questions or raise issues they are struggling with. and the ones who answer those questions or give them useful advice. Even me, at my age, am still learning from those. So for me this site is not just a site about BB but also a source of information. And I appreciate the guys that contribute to that. Just saying.

A few weeks ago, I was on grindr, and started chatting with this guy a street over. After a few hours of flirting, I cleaned out, and went over to his place. We started making out, and i quickly felt his dick get hard. I whipped it out of his pants, and started sucking. This quickly led to him getting me ready to take his dick. He fucked me a couple times with the condom on but never came. I finally said fuck it, and told him to bareback me. I'd never done that before, but I just figured fuck it. He pounded me good for about ten minutes and then seeded me deep. My first raw load.

A bit surprised by this reply. We all have our opinions bigdick4you and we express them in our own way. I don't think I am too opiniated or know best. Certainly not that. I say what I have to say if I think I have to say something on a certain topic and one likes it or not. Don't we all? I may not always express myself 100% correctly, but then again I am not a native English speaker. Anyway, no need to turn this thread into a bashing of other members. All I have to say on this.

Intro The best stories are the ones we secretly know are true, and man have I got some truth for you. Often we just talk about how we got pozzed or how we knocked up someone else, but how often do you see the chain reaction? The ones who came before. The ones who came after. So let me show you what most don't see. You're probably wondering who I am, how old I am, what race I am, what I look like, but I won't bore you with the details...I could be anyone and when you hear my story you can imagine it as anyone or even yourself because if you go raw...it probably will be you soon if it hasn't been already. How It All Began: 2 Macho Arab DL Stealthers Part I I was horny. Typical, right? Yet, horny for something particularly special. I like all races honestly, as long as they have a sexy look to them, but some completely make me melt. Middle-Eastern guys were a rare thing to come across for me and when I saw a mailing from two that were both hung tops from a craigslist ad I had placed, I couldn't resist. DL, hairy chested, almost latino in skin-tone, one 33 and the other 41 but they were neighbors and were going to play separately. I didn't care to ask questions about the unconventional dynamic, I just wanted the best part about their stats to be in front of me and then in me...their 8,5 and 9.5 inch cocks. I was ready in no time and out on the road...it was an hour drive, but I had a feeling it'd be worth it. When I arrived at the first guy's place, I felt the all too familiar nervous excitement heighten my senses and cause my hole to ache hungrily to be satisfied. I'd brought poppers and gun oil for lube. He had told me the door would be open and to wear no undies. I turned the knob to the one-story home and sure enough it was open. It was minimally decorated but the quality of the items was evident. The bedroom I could see from where I stood and I could also see the naked form that occupied it stroking an already hardened cock. Resisting every urge to just run over to cram that meat into my mouth I instead sauntered over sexily, stripping as I went making a show of my every curve, muscle, and sexy asset I felt a horned top would appreciate seeing. As my track shorts dropped to the hardwood floor and my shirt was carelessly discarded it was nothing to kick my tennis shoes off and crawl submissively onto that king sized bed to that thick veined 8.5 incher and start going down on it. I locked eyes on my soon-to-be-top and seductively went down as far as I could on his fat dick before my throat began to protest. I quickly repeated that a few more times before focusing on the conquest in my mouth completely and looking down towards his crotch and deep throated it fully. His hands flew up to my head and held me down to bury my face into his pubes. The scent of a sexy man is an intoxicating thing and I could not help but inhale it deeply. His hands roamed down my back and I could tell he craved my ass already. With a tug at my hair that had just started growing out lately, he pulled me off his cock and maneuvered around me on the bed swiftly to position himself behind me as he kept firm hold of my hair and kept me on my knees. His free hand went to grab the gun oil I had let roll to the side when I initially crawled onto the bed and he wasted no time opening it and applying generous amounts onto my hole and then his swollen manhood. "When I fuck that hole you take all this, I don't care how much it hurts you better get every inch in that tight thing," he ordered and with that he began to push his uncut cock into my hole. "No condom?" I asked, trying to resist and pull forward just a little so he didn't go in fully, but his free hand now pushed down on the arch of my back as he was pulling my hair to lower me down onto the thick thing. His cock head already half way inside. "You said you were neg, right?" He said, and without stopping popped into my protesting ass and began to slide in inch by inch with ease. I hit the poppers despite myself because I could tell he wasn't going to stop and I confess...I did not want to stop him much either. Hung cocks I often prefered raw when I felt more or less safe that they were not poz or had something else. "Yeah, but I..." my words were lost in a sudden gasp of pleasure as the poppers kicked in most wonderfully and opened me invitingly for his filling cock. He plunged the rest of his dick into me and fucked at full on ball slapping speed right from the start. I hit the poppers desperately again moaning and arching my back subserviently to him, just allowing him to take my hole again and again with every thrusting. "Oh Fuuuuuck!" I whispered contently as it hit places in my hole I hadn't felt opened in such a long time. His dick was one of those rigidly straight sorts that you can feel how badly it wants to make it to the deepest and most center part of your ass to plant a seed as quickly as possible. I was just going to be a cumdump for him and it turned me on even more. Smack. Smack. Smack! SMACK! His cock, hips, and balls were crashing against me and into me with total animalistic fervor and intent. Then I heard the grunt. He drove it once more balls deep and held me down his cock lurched and throbbed inside powerfully and spewed surprisingly hot thick spurts of cum into me. I felt each and every of the six streams of jizz hit the back of my ass and fill it easily. He held me there only a few seconds longer as he squeezed the base of his cock and then began to pull out to milk the last bit of cum into my used up hole. "Sorry I came so quick, I've really been needing to fuck since I don't jerk off to cum," he said sounding rather pleased with himself. "It's no problem," I replied with a small smile, not wanting to say I didn't agree to be bred and wasn't warned at any rate. "Well, don't leave. Turn around to face the door, lay on your stomach, and spread those legs," He commanded me with a mischievous grin. My heart quickened in excitement as my newly ignited craving for his magnificent tool took over my thinking -- meaning I didn't think at all and was the obedient little fuck hole he oh so desired. I arched my back and waited patiently, not even wiggling my ass unless commanded or if he grabbed or slapped it for his visual pleasure. It was maybe three minutes before he was near full on hard and got up to swiftly dive into my already cum-filled ass. "Fuck this bitch is full," he chuckled, "You're going to be gushing everywhere when my bud gets you and he'll love that." Damn, that's right...as good, kinky, and especially as risky as this was...it was still just the beginning of my "fuck date." And if he had just expected to fuck and fill and use me I had a feeling his even more hung buddy would be anticipating much the same. What had I gotten myself into?

***Posting this for my friend DenVERScub**** Here's a recap if you missed what happened in Abel Bodied Boy Part 1 (which can be found in straight/bi fiction). Abel (aka Abe) had been happily cruising through life unnoticed in the average range of looks, skills, smarts and drive until he got a summer job at the local pool. When the new boss, Mike, came in and imposed strict rules and ideals for the employees, Abe decided to take on the challenge. This didn't sit well with his best friend and next-door neighbor, Will, who quit the pool and expected his buddy to do the same. While Abe and Mike worked together to make Abe a better athlete, academic and all-around awesome dude, Will was getting closer to Lane, a mutual friend and the only girl Abe had eyes for. Once the school year began, Abe was too heart-sick to be around Will and Lane, who'd begun dating, so he threw himself into school and swim team, turning into an A student and captain of the team. Now that Mike had moved across the country to take a job as a University Athletic Coach, Abe is feeling lonely, but not for long. Will and Lane break up and a few days later Lane texts Abe and asks him to come over. After a long night of sex, Abe is finally achieving what he (never knew he) always wanted. Now he wonders if he has pushed away his friend permanently by sleeping with Lane, and what his life is becoming. That brings us to now... PART II Any doubts Abel had about his status with Lane were immediately quashed when he got on the bus to head to school Monday morning. He'd been riding by himself for awhile now, since Will had been driving Lane and himself to and from school ever since the previous Christmas, when he received a used compact that used to belong to his grandmother. It was no where near as cool as the rides some of Abe's teammates drove, many of them coming from wealthy families, but any car in high school was a step up from having to ride the big yellow loser mobile. That's why Abe was stunned to see Lane sitting in the back, in the same row where she used to hang with him and Will B.C. (before coupling). Once she saw him walking towards her, Lane scooted over, smiled and patted the space next to her. Whispering to Abe about how hot the other night was, and how badly she wanted him now, it wasn't long before they were slumped down in the seat, making out while Abe slid his hand up her skirt and fingered her. Reality came crashing back when they reached the next stop and 15 more kids piled on the bus, causing them to separate quickly. Once at school, they waited until everyone else was almost off the bus before sneaking a kiss and heading in opposite directions to their respective classes. While his homeroom teacher droned on about some upcoming college application deadlines, Abe filled the empty margins of the handout with sketches dirty depicting Lane in various states of undress and all sorts of positions. His ridged cock was leaking gallons of precum into his boxer-briefs, and he was glad he had followed Mike's lead and switched to the tighter undies when the bell rang and he realized he was going to have to get up and head to his next class, hard or not. Carrying his gym bag in front of his crotch to help conceal any bulges that could still be seen, Abe worked his way towards his Math class, but stopped short when Will was waiting for him outside the classroom. Nowhere to run, and too late to hide, Abe swallowed his pride and made his way over to Will, expecting to get his face pummeled. Imagine his shock when Will told him it was HIS idea to end things with Lane, so that he could start dating the hot bi-goth chick who worked at the video game store he frequented. The two friends fell back into old rhythms as Will convinced Abe to ditch the rest of their morning classes so he could regale his buddy with tales of tail Abe's cheeks flushed hot and he shrugged his usual shrug. Mike's comment made it clear that he knew Abe was new to drug use, but he'd phrased it to make it easy for Abe to ask for help later. As Mike showed Abe the basement, Abe admired the coach for his ability to make him feel like a friend and a student, without ever making him feel stupid or naïve. He also admired the large open floor plan of the finished basement, covered in floor to ceiling wood paneling and orange shag carpeting, he wasn't at all surprised to hear that this house had once been the campus headquarters for a student organization and the basement was their original rec-room. At the end of the basement, Mike had set up his old weight bench and punching bag, while at the other end he mounted a huge tv in front of two beat up leather couches that Abe recognized from Mike's old college digs. Down towards the tv end sat a simple wood bar with a stone slab across it, looking totally thrown together if not for the sink sunken into the stone. Hitting a switch behind the bar, some red light bulbs turned on over the basement, and once Abe turned off the flourescents, it looked totally 70s, making them both laugh. "What's in there?" Abe asked, pointing to a door under the stairs. "Take a look." Mike said while mixing the two of them some cocktails behind the bar. When the door opened, Abe reached in for a light switch and was blinded for a moment, before realizing the switch was a dimmer, and adjusting the beam. This was probably a guest room according to any real estate agent that listed it, but really it was just a glorified closet that led to a dinky bathroom with a sink, urinal and toilet. Mike had tried to make it cooler than it was by putting some more run down couches in there and a coffee table in the center. The room was small enough that the two couches filled two of the walls, a love seat and the bathroom door filled the third and the door to the main room and another, smaller flat screen tv was all that fit between them on the fourth. Abe made a joke about it being a dungeon and mike responded that "coaches keep their dungeons on campus," which got a laugh from both of them. As Chris and his friend Dirk arrived, Abe took his cocktail from the bar and informed them he was just gonna run upstairs and change. His slacks and button down shirt he'd worn to dinner were too dressy, but he wasn't comfortable enough to follow Mike's lead when he stripped off his oxford and khakis, leaving him in just a pair of basketball shorts and a jockstrap. Upstairs in "his" room, he agonized over what to wear and stripped down to his jock while he pondered whether to go with board shorts and a tee shirt or a wife beater and mesh bball shorts. He jumped when the door flew open and Chris came over to him holding a shot glass. Abe reached for the nearest shorts and tried to pull them on quickly while Chris checked him out and insisted there was no need to put anything on for his sake. Once he'd gotten the bball shorts on, he asked why the shot Chris was handing him was half full. "It's not booze," Chris laughed. "It's ghb bro. Trust me, this is all you'll want." The two boys clinked shot glasses and downed it, Chris following his with a chug from his own drink. The god-awful soapy taste of the stuff in the glass made Abe wish he had thought to do the same, before he made a face and dashed to his glass to gulp down as much as it took to clear his palette (aka all of it). Chris laughed and apologized for not warning him, but Abe tried to play it cool. While Abe slipped the t-shirt over his head, Chris asked if he could try on the speedo that lay on the floor. Shrugging as always, he thought the college boy was joking until he whipped his sweats down to his ankles, followed by his boxers, and stepped out of them, leaving him in only a baggy t-shirt with the university crest. When he pulled the speedo up his legs, Abe got a good view of Chris' hefty cut, hairless package as he put it into the small spandex pouch. When he looked up Chris was looking right at him, but didn't seemed phased to have the boy check out his junk. "I shave it to make it look bigger," He said while checking himself out in the floor to ceiling mirrors on the gym/guest room wall. "Makes all the bitches drool when it is this smooth. You mind if I wear this under my shorts? The college team wears the full spandex body suits so I never wear speedos anymore. I wanna show Dirk later, it is guaranteed to make him shit a brick when he sees me in these." Chris pulled up his boxers and sweats before Abe could react, which was probably good since Abe was starting to feel tipsy. Drunk on one drink? He wondered if he was turning into a light weight before remembering that he'd just taken a dose of ghb with Chris, who was heading downstairs, and telling him to hurry up. It took a minute for Abe to slip on his flip flops and spray some body spray, before he turned and followed the tall swimmer jock down the stairs. Back in the basement, Mike introduced Abe to Asst. coach Keirnan West who everyone knew as "Westy" and Asst. coach Cody Edwards, better known as Eddie. Both men were wearing university polos and khaki shorts, making Abe wish he was a) not as drunk as he felt, and still wearing his outfit from dinner. Still both guys were busy taking shots and trading a joint between them, so Abe didn't feel too weird until Mike told everyone to call him "Abel." Abe raised an eyebrow at his buddy, so Mike leaned over to him and said quietly "when they ask, tell them it's like willing and abel." Abe smirked and let Mike take his glass to the bar, motioning for him to follow. When they stopped, Mike pointed out that he was only giving coke this time, since the ghb they'd both (apparently) taken was likely to react badly with liquor. Turning to group and asking who wanted to watch a video, Mike got a rousing response before reaching under the bar and pulling out a remote. Pointing it at the huge ass tv on the wall, he powered it up, set the audio to some punk radio station, then switched the video input to 'AV1' and disappeared back behind the bar. Leaning past the edge of the stone counter, Abe watched as Mike put an unmarked dvd into a dvd player and pressed play. As he rose back up, he motioned for Abe to look back at the tv, where the loading symbol suddenly transformed into a porn menu with the title "Gangbang Party Girl 4" before fading away to the beginning credits. Eyes popping from his head. Abe leaned against the bar as the five other guys converged on the old sofas, took seats and passed the joint around while the film started. "Gonna join us," asked Dirk, Chris' friend, who was easily 6'4", slim, white, covered in tattoos, had a buzz cut and wore a wife beater, board shorts, dog tags and tennis shoes. "Or gonna jerk off in the corner?" Everybody laughed as Abe made his way to join them on the couch, finding a spot between Dirk and Westy, who was sweating lightly. The movie turned out to be less of a focal point and more just background ambiance while the guys talk, smoked the joint and played some hands of poker. With nothing to bet, they got bored with that real quick, and Abe wondered what it was they were waiting for. As if waiting for him to ask, Chris produced a response in the form of a text message on his phone. "Aw shit," Chris said, reading from his small screen. "The girls can't come. Some lame excuse about early flights tomorrow or some shit. Guess we might as well get started without them." With that announcement, Dirk produced another joint and lit it. So far Abe, or Abel as the guys were calling him, had avoided having to take a hit, but now everyone was refocused on the passing of the joint, so he was stuck. Either he took a hit or passed and made himself known as the 'pot-pussy,' a term he'd heard some of his swim teammates use about another guy who passed. Hoping to look cool, Abel took the joint, put it to his lips and pulled, lightly at first, then harder and harder until his lungs were full. Breathing out slowly, he felt like his throat was on fire, but he kept the smoke flow in control, except for one small cough towards the end. Glancing to the other couch while he passed the joint to Westy, he saw Chris and Eddie make faces of approval, and Mike even shot him a wink. After the joint made a few more rounds, Abel was feeling no pain...until someone said the joint was gone. "Is that all you brought?" he asked, uncaring as to how it sounded. All the other guys laughed, and Dirk reached over the back of the couch and pulled a knapsack up to his lap. "Nah man," He said, pulling a cloth zipper bag about the size of a cucumber from the bottom compartment on the sack. "but this shit isn't free." "I got Abel since he bought the booze," Mike chimed in as everyone began pulling cash from their pockets. Truthfully he hadn't bought anything on this trip, but he didn't correct Mike when he pulled four 20 dollar bills from his back pocket and tossed them into a rapidly growing pile. It was a good thing too, since Abel's wallet was upstairs, and all that they'd find inside it were some crumpled receipts, a tattered two dollar bill and a debit card he had yet to activate. That way he wasn't tempted to use his hard-earned college money for something like...oh say buying drugs. "Thanks for the drinks man," Eddie added, slapping Abel on the back before adding 40 of his own. By now there had to be $200 dollars on the table, and Abel wondered what they were buying, when Dirk unzipped the little cloth pouch and produced a plastic bag about half the size of a dollar, filled to bursting with small pinkish crystals. The guys each seemed impressed, saying things like "sweet man," and "hot stash," so Abel threw in a "nice" for good measure. "Got a pipe for this shit Coach?" Dirk asked Mike, who indicated the door under the stairs. Suddenly all the guys were standing up and moving to the tiny room with the coffee table, so Abel followed suit. Through the door it was even warmer than the rest of the basement, and Abel wondered how this could be, since the air conditioning had never let his room get above 70 degrees so far on the trip. Not the only one to feel it, Eddie peeled off his shirt, followed by Chris and Westy, until on Dirk in his wife beater and Abel in his tee still seemed "fully clothed." "I'll join if you do," Dirk said quietly to Abel as he stepped past him and went to sit on the other end of the second couch. Shrugging once again, Abel stripped off his tee and watched as Dirk finished the trend. The tattooed drug dealer might have been slim but his chest was ripped, with the most defined twelve pack Abel had ever seen. Trying not to stare, he moved his gaze to the man next to Dirk and discovered why they called the asst. coach westy. Fuzzy from the nape of his neck down his wide firm pecs and over his pumped abs, Westy's hair was as curly as the dog of the same name. On his other side sat Chris, who was just the opposite, hairless, toned and trimmed, a happy medium between Dirk's rippling slim body and Abel's built but still cut chest. Unable to stop himself, Abel took a look at Eddie who sat on his left and checked out the trim waist, covered in a light dusting of black straight hair, leading to two dinner plate sized pecs, also dusted in black fuzz, spreading out to smooth, broad shoulders and giant biceps. On his right was Mike, the epitome of manliness, beefy and broad as Abel remembered him. Surrounded by testosterone, Abel felt safe and strangely, slightly horny. Putting that out of his mind, Abel watched Mike, who was reaching into a compartment underneath the coffee table, and coming up with a butane torch and a glass pipe unlike any Abel had ever seen. Dirk loaded the pink crystals into the pipe, filing it with quite a few, before taking the lighter and holding it to the bottom of the glass. Intrigued, Abel leaned forward to watch as Dirk lit the bowl and melted the crystals into a pool of liquid that slowly became smoke, white and pure. Putting the end of the pipe to his lips, he slowly inhaled and rocked the bowl back and forth with one hand, while holding the flame under it with the other. The smoke swirled furiously until Dirk could take in no more, at which point he released the trigger on the torch, letting it turn off, held the torch and bowl out to Mike and exhaled the biggest cloud Abel had ever seem anyone exhale. It was so big, he forgot to act cool, and said "wow." Realizing in horror what he'd just done, he glanced across to Dirk, who just smiled and said "Damn right, wow." Watching again with more controlled intrigue, Abel concentrated on what Mike was doing as he too lit the torch, turned the pool into smoke and took a huge hit from the pipe. Another massive cloud emerged and Abel began to worry that he was about to make a fool of himself. There to save the day, as he had so many times before, was Mike. "I know you haven't don't meth this way before," Mike explained, subtly implying that Abel had done it in other forms. "So can I light it for you and show you how to hit it?" "Sure, thank Mike." Abel said, nonchalant and aloof as could be. He listened as Mike explained how to heat the bowl without burning the crystals, torching them until they melted then rolling the bowl back and forth until the smoke began to billow, before finally putting it to Abel's lips and telling him to inhale slowly. Closing his eyes, Abel began to suck in the smoke and had to stifle his surprise when he discovered it was nothing like the weed they'd passed around out in the big room. This hit was so much cleaner and softer that he almost didn't think he was getting any, except that Mike and the other guys were saying encouraging statements. Once he was full of smoke, his instinct was to hold it in like the weed, but Mike told him to exhale immediately, so he opened his eyes and pushed the smoke out, proud to see a cloud almost as big as Mike or Dirk's. Towards the end of the hit, he suddenly felt it catch in his throat and began to cough like a lung cancer patient with emphazema. Some of the guys laughed for a second, but Chris was quick to tell him something that made Abel feel better. "Coughing during a big hit gets you high faster," the college swimmer interjected. "I hope I can cough like that when I take a hit." Somehow, during the explanation, Abel missed the fact that Dirk was loading another bowl, so there was another one for him to hit only a few moments after he'd passed the first on to Eddie. By the time he had it melted and rolling correctly, the other guys had all hit the first one and were cheering him on for his first solo hit. Inhaling again, he tried to get another huge hit but it was only about 3/4 of the first hit once he finished. Still everyone else seemed impressed, so he took some pride in the next one. At this point, Abel started to feel wired, like he'd been drinking red bull for hours and just finished a work out while jerking off. His cock was stiff, but no one else seemed to notice since they were all seated. As the six guys passed around the 2 bowls, Abel forgot about being nervous and came to discover just how amazing meth was. "Shit, that's one hard dick." Westy said, making Abel look over and almost jump in to defend himself, when he realized he wasn't the owner of the hard on Westy was referring to. "Yeah Sorry dude," Mike said, standing up and thrusting out his crotch, showing his huge hard on as it tried to escape his jock and bball shorts. "Tina and porn always make me hard." "Me too," Chris chimed in. "You just can't tell cause I'm wearing...this!" Suddenly he ripped down his sweats and boxers and his big, bald cock could be seen twisted sideways under the the flimsy spandex of Abel's speedos." Everyone laughed like crazy as the dick head twitched and worked its way along the top seam until finally it was too much and it popped out, eliciting more laughter and making Abel's cock pulse and dribble precum into his jock. "Fuck C-dawg," Dirk shouted, while laughing hysterically. "Where'd you get the banana hammock?!?!?" "From Abel." Chris responded, before pulling down the waist band and tucking it beneath his balls and doing a little dance that made it slap up against his abs over and over. Every dissolved back into laughter, finally gaining control as Chris tucked his hard on back into Abel's suit. "So Abel, why do they call you Abel anyway?" "Cause I'm usually willing," Abel proudly responded before picking up the pipe. "and I'm always Abel." Laughter exploded again, finally calming enough for Mike to suggest they bring the pipes and the tina and head back out into the main room. One by one Abel thought each of them had come out until he was sitting on the couch smoking and felt the urge to take a piss. As he walked over to the closet, he realized that Dirk, Eddie and Mike had all come out of the room as promised, but Chris and Westy were nowhere in sight. A renewed urge to pee hit him at that second, so he dismissed the inquiry from his mind, and dashed into the little room, where he stopped just short of the bathroom, held in place by the sight beyond the door. Through the crack in the door, Abel had a perfect view as Chris fed his 8 inch cut dick to Westy, who was sitting on the toilet, playing with his own, respectable, 7 cut inches. His reddish brown curls were not limited to his chest, but also surrounded his pink dick and covered his hefty man balls. The mirror gave Abel a nice view of the hand that wasn't manipulating Westy's own cock, as it was pushing its way between Chris' tight cheeks, finally hitting the target and driving a finger two knuckles deep into the hole. Chris stifled a scream at the invasion and tried to push himself up and off, but Chris' muscular arm flew from his cock to around the college boy's waist, holding him still as he inserted a second finger and began to drive them in and out, harder and harder. Abel stepped back a little into the shadows while Chris whispered for Westy to stop between moaning how hot the asst. coach's throat and tongue were. Before long the whispers devolved into grunts and eventually Abel could tell Chris was getting close. Westy pulled off for only one second and informed the boy that "you can cum down my throat if you want, but you know what that means." Apparently Chris was okay with whatever it meant, as he grabbed Westy's head and rammed his hard cock back down the 20-something coach's throat before squealing quietly "take my load!" Reaching into his own jock, Abel stroked his cock absent mindedly as Chris' balls contracted, no doubt emptying into the other man's gullet. Moments passed before the smooth suckee finally relaxed and was released by the hairy sucker, who slowly removed his fat fingers from the smooth bubble butt. Abel's dick was harder than he'd ever felt as he watched the two men get dressed, this time with Westy wearing the speedo under his tighty whiteys and khaki shorts. "Just remember," Westy said as he zipped up. "I swallowed, so later I get a shot at that ass. That was the deal." "We'll see," Chris said, justifiably afraid of getting cornholed by the hairy beast. "No, we had a deal boy," Westy said, using his massive arms to maneuver the college swimmer until he was pressed between the man and the sink. "Either you let me fuck you later, or I take that ass now, whether you want me to or not." Chris shook his head yes as Westy pressed his hard on against the boy's boxer covered hole. "Good," Westy said, returning to straightening up. "Leave the shorts off, I got some pre cum on them." Abel panicked, realizing Westy was about to discover him. Diving over to the door, he whipped it open and stood behind it as the furry coach went out, followed momentarily by the boy he just threatened to rape. Waiting a moment before stepping out, Abel's cock was still hard and now it was leaking copiously onto his abs, tucked up under his jockstrap waistband, reaching almost to his belly button. Shutting the door softly, he turned around and almost shit himself to see Mike sitting on the couch, loading another bowl. "So you caught the Chris and Westy show," Mike said, with no more emotion than if he'd been discussing a baseball game. "what did you think?" End of Part II Part III coming soon!

When my self-esteem was a lot lower than it was now, and I was considering being fucked on camera, I filled out an application form, received an email for an audition and thankfully ignored it. It's a weird double standard I guess I have, that I don't mind watching porn and believe if it's for you then more power to ya. But I would feel ashamed if my parents or friends ever caught wind of it, if I decided to do it. Hypocritical I know, but it's how I feel.

I lost my virginity last night, north of Boston MA. A guy responded saying he wanted to fuck me and that he was a dom top. He came over and I got him hard with my mouth. He said I was good at giving head. Then he got behind me, squirted some lube on my hole, and slowly pushed in. We never even discussed condoms, he just did it, and I loved it. It hurt at first when his head first slipped in but it felt pretty good after a short time. He was pretty gentle at first but then he had me get in bed, my face down on a pillow, my ass up. He then fucked me really, really hard. I asked him "You're going to cum inside me, right?" and he said yes. He kept rubbing up against my prostate and making my dick tingle in this amazing way. He put his hand on my head and pushed my face into the pillow a bit and slapped my ass a few times. I heard him groan a little, then he shoved his whole body weight onto me, pushing in as far as he could, and I knew I was getting bred. We chilled for a bit after that and then he pulled out his dick again and I cleaned it off with my mouth and sucked him off again. I could feel how wet my ass was with his cum. He put me on my back with my legs up and fucked me again. He did it longer and slower this time, but towards the end he fucked me hard. My hole was getting worn out so we changed positions back to face down-ass up to give me a short break. Then as soon as he could get back in he fucked me hard and fast, and came deep inside of me again. I would post pics of his cum dripping out of me but I got a bit messy right at the end, unfortunately. At least it didn't happen earlier, but I'm upset because I thought I had enema'd enough to be 100% deep clean. After we both cleaned up and got dressed he said he'd love to fuck me more in the future, and I said I'd love for it to happen again. In any case, it was still amazing. I was expecting losing my virginity to be a horror story like a lot of people's first times are, but it went amazing. It felt awkward at first meeting people, but once the clothes were off everything felt so natural and amazing. I was worried I'd fuck up giving head and bite people and stuff but it just felt so correct and easy to do and I loved the sounds they both made when I blew them. I was worried I'd be too tight or it would hurt too much, but getting fucked felt amazing and I loved every second of it.

Went on some old stomping places in particular old cottages that I remember, most are closed or managed these days. However; I checked out this open roofed Victorian cottage that had a long gravel path to it, so you hear anyone. I was suited a booted as I was on a lunch break from work, when I got in there, there was just 3 guys, quite older, none of them playing with each other, two of them was kinda seedy looking too and seemed shifty, anyway I got my cock out as if I was passing, I wasn't and they knew that, one of them literally walked over to me took my cock and was wanking it, he was grubby with really dirty hands greasy hair, stuffy type but had a thick uncut cock. He called me a pretty boy lol, the other guys were stood there cocks wanking and he demanded me to suck them, they were not my type none of these were but I was horny as fuck and if I had been in a darkroom I would not have known. I was sucking both of them one of them was real sweaty too. I had some poppers in my pocket and they were new strong ones, I was so sniffing these. The other guy had already pulled down my suit pants and underpants just below my arse, he got one of the other guys to come round and luck my hole, he did and he spat, fingered roughly, took my poppers sniffed them, gave me back and slid himself right up me, it was thick and rough, I had managed to get poppers opened and poured some on a hankie and breathed deep, I was floating, getting fucked by this guy who was really banging my hole whilst I was sucking these other two he came in me big time and pushed me away, told me that city blokes are just dirty bastards! !! One of the other guys asked if he could cum in my mouth, I think he was trying to be a nice guy. I let him, I was on this dirty floor on my knees pants round my ankles , my suit looked grubby, the 3rd bloke just liked being sucked, it was horny but degrading at the same time, I went back to work with a full arse and real salty taste in my mouth. What a Fuckin lunch break that was.

Last night - went to a sex party in North Hollywood with a buddy of mine. Bent over in the darkroom and this hot Latino guy came by and shoved his dick deep in me. Pounded me for a while and shot his load deep in me. Set my sights on a hot mustached hairy daddy and started pawing at his dick. Went into another room and bent over for him. He fucked me for a while and slipped out - totally slick with the latino's cum. I told him I wanted his seed in my ass and he immediately turned me around, shoved his dick in and started shooting. I could feel my ass was really full of jizz. Went into the main room with my buddy where he fucked me on a platform bed in front of everyone. Cum was leaking out of me like crazy. He shot his load deep in me while a guy was licking the mess up from below. 3 loads in less than an hour. Happy piggy.

Preface: This story if 100% true. You also have to know I enjoy getting fucked in public situations. Last night I was in a slutty mood for cock, in fact, my hole was twitching, so I went to the local ABS here in town where there is an arcade where, after paying the admission, there are ample booths to cruise. Of course the arcade is hit or miss, so I decided to go to the all-male theater. I paid the admission, entered the theater and waited for my eyes adjust to the dark. Immediately I could see a naked guy going down on another guy. This has promise, I thought to myself as I took a seat in the front of the theater, enjoying the show. Soon the cock sucker stood-up and came over to me. He was about 6’, 190 pounds, had a somewhat hairy chest, and a nice cock, probably about 6” soft. I should say right now that during the summer months, I shave all my body hair off so I’m smooth all over. I find it very sexy myself, and it’s cooler. Plus, smooth guys get me hot. Okay, back to the theater. The guy leaned over, and jabbed his tongue into my mouth for a very deep, sloppy kiss, which I found very hot, so I kissed him back, our tongues swirling around each other. Feeling for his cock, I began stroking him, and as I did so, he slid his his hand down my tank and rubbed my nipple. Now, my nipples are the quickest way to turn me on, in fact, I call them my 'whore buttons': rub them the right way, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for a guy. I suggested we move to the back of the theater, where there is a small couch. We get back there and I strip nude. I don’t know how he knew I was a bottom, but suddenly he has me almost upside down, ass up on the couch. I’m so horny; I’m ready for whatever happens. He’s rubbing my ass and my hole, getting me even hotter. He puts lube on my ass and puts two fingers in my hole, rolls them around stretching me open, and then I feel even more fingers, which is even hotter. I’m hitting the poppers and flying. He starts to put his entire hand in my ass. I’m not new to fisting, but this wasn’t the place, and I didn’t have any J-lube. I let him know that that won't happen here. So he gently slides his rock hard cock in my hole. I love the feeling. I can feel the veins on his cock slowly moving over my outer ring. The sensation is glorious. Just what the piggy ordered. Slowly in and out a couple of times, then he plays with my hole again. I’m in heaven. I love ass play. While I’m lying upside down, he pushes his cock back into my hole and he leans over and kisses me. We play tongue hockey for awhile, and it’s at this point I beg him for his load in my hole. He doesn’t say anything, but stands back up, and pulls out. He begins jacking his cock, and just as he’s about to shoot, he slides it in back in my greasy hole. He started convulsing and moaning loudly. I feel him shoot his cum in my guts. I thank him. He gets dressed and leaves. Load #1. I stay in my upside down position. The guy that was getting sucked off stands up, comes over, doesn’t say anything, but slides his nice sized cock deep in my already cum-lubed hole. From what I could tell, he was about 7” cut. I groan because it feels amazing. He was a nice thruster, and he file me nicely. He kept up a steady pace of gliding in and out of my cum-lubed hole. I kept hitting the poppers. Suddenly he grabs my legs, thrusts in one last time, and unloads deep in my hole. He stays in that position for a little while, while he cums back down to earth. He gets dressed and leaves, never saying a single word. Load #2. I sit upright on the couch and watch some porn. Not good porn, but it did the job. I played with my nipples, just to keep them alive. After awhile an older guy comes in, drops his pants and tries to jack off, but I don’t think he got hard. Then this big guy, solid build comes in and sits on the couch in front of me. I didn’t really pay attention to him, until the old guy gets up and goes to the new guy and kneels in front of him, swallowing his cock. I lean over his couch and I can see a very nice cock on him. It looks very thick, and probably a good 7.5” cut. The guy getting sucked told the guy sucking him that he didn’t want to cum just then, so he got up went back to his seat. We all sat there for awhile, and I leaned over the couch in front of me where the solid guy was and checked out his cock again. He was waving it back and forth, as in an invitation, so got up and knelt in front of him. Remember, I’m nude, and no one else is. I eye his cock, almost in a worship-like state. I take his cock in my mouth. It’s pretty thick, probably about 7.5”x5”, and very suckable. I hit the poppers like it’s my last time to do so, and I’m consumed with this guys cock. It was amazing. Just the maleness of it was astounding. I taste some pre-cum coming out of his slit. It tastes so good. He asks me if I like his pre-cum. My mouth was full of his cock and all I could do was nod. The guy starts talking to me. “Suck my cock, faggot.” Normally, I don’t care for that word, but being on poppers, anything was fine with me. I work his cock slowly, and savor the feel of his skin. It’s warm, solid, and intimate. He tells me to suck just the head. I do this and he begins to moan. I drive him crazy with this for a few minutes. I look up at him and he’s staring at me. The most butch, masculine, and sexy look there is. At one point, he asks if I’m a bottom. I tell his yes. He asks how many loads do I have in me. I tell him two. I tell him that I’m a cum receptacle. He keeps up the dirty talk for a little while, calling me whore, slut, and I’m still huffing poppers. I grasped his cock to help guide it to my mouth, but he pushed my hand away telling me, “Don’t touch me, faggot.” My knees began to hurt being in that position so long, so I went back to my couch and sat down. The guy stood up and went to the old guy, who started sucking his cock again. I guess that he was the fluffer for the evening. While he was sucking the guy, I got in the upside down position again. Suddenly he pulls out of the sucker’s mouth, and says, “Let me fuck this fag.” I was one happy piggy. He comes over and puts his cock at my hole, and makes me beg for it. I tell him, “Please fuck me with your cock. I need it.” That seemed to do the trick. He just rams his cock in my hole. It was wider that the other two guys. I loved feeling full of his cock. It was a sense of complete satisfaction knowing that this guy had his maleness inside me. OINK! There was nothing gentle about this guy’s fuck. I didn’t care, I just wanted the load. After a bit, he says, “Stand up and lean over the couch.” I do. He grabs my hips and thrusts his cock back in my hole in one thrust. It nearly He may have been trying to get a painful reaction out of me, but I didn’t give him one. I was enjoying the ride. I was high on poppers and I had a wide cock in my hole. He kept the dirty talk going, calling me a faggot, a dirty whore, and a slut. I agreed with him, telling him again that I was a cum receptacle. He asks, “Do you want my load?” I begged him, “Yes, please, cum deep in my guts. I want it, I need it.” After two or three more thrusts, he says, “Here’s load number three!” As he’s filling my guts with his cum, he grabs my hips and holds on. I reach behind him and grab a thigh, to keep him in me. He pushes my hand away and tells me again, “Don’t touch me faggot.” He pulls out and gets dressed and leaves. Load #3. I stayed for a little while longer, but no one else came in, so I went home, all sloshy. I love that feeling of my ass filled with cum, and going out in public, while no one else has a clue about it. I kept all three loads all night long.

I chose my thin, black jockstrap. I turned around in the mirror and check out my bubble butt, perfectly framed in the straps. From what Marco told me, I probably wasn't going to keep it on for long - but it was better to make a good first impression. I was nervous, but I was also excited as hell. I had basically accepted the fact that I was just an air headed cumdump, and now all I wanted to do was make sure everyone else knew it too. The party tonight would be the first step in my new life. "Come on, boy! Time to go!" Marco shouted from downstairs. I put a t-shirt and some black shorts on and ran barefoot down to the front door. Marco was wearing a cut off T and some black sweatpants. I could just see the outline of his own jockstrap through the fabric. He led me to his brown van and we drove off. "You excited, babe?" "Yeah, I think so." "Don't worry. Once that first load fills you up, you'll beg for more." That got me rock hard. He started rubbing my cock through my shorts and drove with one hand. There was no traffic on this stretch of beach, so i didn't worry. The whole drive lasted fifteen minutes before we pulled up to a dirt park. There were no lights, but there were a few other cars parked and there was the frame of a wooden two-story house up the hill. He parked into a space and opened the door. "The name of the host is Stefan, and he's an old mate of mine. You'll like him." We trudged toward the house, my erection bursting through my jockstrap. "You know anyone else at this party?" "Maybe. A few tops are gonna be there, so I might run into some old fuckbuddies." We went through the wooden frame to an unfinished room. There was a door in the middle of what should have been a staircase. I could here the pumping of some club music and my heart skipped a beat. Marco knocked on the door twice, before it opened, revealing a dark, pink light. We went through, Marco closing it behind me. We went down the stairs, following the music, until we got to a basement - unlike the upstairs, this part was finished, with painted walls and everything, with some black curtains over one of the doors from which we could hear voices, almost drowned out by the beat. There were a few cabinets with doors and Marco told me to undress to my jocks and but everything else in the cabinets - I suppose they were like lockers in a sauna. I stripped and smoothed my jocks, and tried not to look at Marco, who was wearing a black silk, see-through jockstrap that made his body and ass look even more incredible. We went through the curtains and saw the party. There were around a dozen older men, at least late twenties to fourties, different races, all in good shape, sitting on a rough circle of couches. Some were muscular, some were toned and others were stockier, but all of them, I told myself, I wouldn't mind being fucked by. Next to each one there was a younger guy, all of them toned or athletic builds - they can't have been much older or younger than me. At least a couple must have been eighteen. Some of them were stroking the older hunks, but others seemed shy or scared and avoided eye contact. I knew how they felt. We sat down on a couch and chatted to one of the hunks, a muscled asian guy. He complemented me on my ass, and I nodded and stammered a thanks before Marco said we should put on a show. He turned my head towards his and we started making out, and I was only to glad to have the opportunity to caress his muscled body. After a few minutes, the music quietened and the chat stopped, and we looked up. A tall guy with broad shoulders, washboard abs and dirty blonde hair had gotten up - he was in briefs, but it was obvious he had a raging hard-on. Marco whispered that it was Stefan. "Hey boys!" He spoke with a thick European accent. "Glad you could all come! As you know, guys, ah...we are to here to have some fun!” “Here are the rules - most of the boys here are new to the raw fun - we older guys will show you how to do it! But there is a trap - a problem - some of us are a little bit sick - we have a flu. If you are lucky, we may pass it to you! That is the price of the fun.” Marco whispered to me. “It means it’s Russian Roulette. Some boys get a poz load, some walk away. Nobody gets to refuse.” “To make things exciting, if you get…err, have a fun with a sick guy, you will stay with us for a bit longer. We have a special event afterward for the lucky boys!” He started to give the hunks a strip of paper. I saw Marco get one that said “4” on it. Then it was the bottoms turn. I got a “6”. “Okay, boys, find your partner and lets have some fun!” The music started again, a bit softer than before. Everyone got up and started looking for their partners. Once they did, they went to the couch and started making out. I looked round and saw my guy - a well built stud with a military haircut - he was already naked. I walked over and showed him my number. He smiled and pulled be down on the couch. “Are you ready, man?” He had an American accent. “I’m yours.” I said, smiling. We started kissing, and I had a quick peek at what the others were doing. At any other time I would have blown my load just looking at it, but now, it felt the most natural, if incredible thing in the world. A huge stocky black guy was passionately kissing a blond-haired twink, while a hairy, muscled guy with a cropped beard was rimming a fit, latino-looking kid who can’t have been older than eighteen. One of the couples was already fucking - a twin with pursed lips, cropped hair and ear piercings was riding a beefy latino dude, whimpering in ecstasy. I saw Marco playing with a freckled, ginger twink, and Stefan was lubing up a well-built one with black hair. My top tore my jockstrap off and started rimming my hole with my face in the couch. I moaned, more for the showmanship than anything, and started working my ass. He seemed to like that, as he started toughing me harder. Soon, I turned round and started sucking him and getting him hard. He had a fat cock, but not as long as Marco’s. He held my head and grunted, and soon started to thrust in and out my mouth. I gagged and spat a few times, then kept going. The other couples were starting to fuck. The latino dude was bare-fucking his boy hard in to the couch. The latin kid was riding his top, and the black guy was teasing his cock into the blonde, who yelped every time it went in. Soon it was my turn. “You ready for the real thing?” “Yeah…” I stuck my tough out in a way I hoped was suggestive. He grinned and bent me over. After teasing it for a few seconds, he slid it in. If Marco was too big for me, then this American guy was just right for me. My ass took it without any problems, and soon the room was filled with the sound of groaning and wet slapping. He bent over and kissed me a few times, then went right on fucking. I listened to some of the conversations that were going on. I was astonished when I heard the latino top chatting to the hairy guy; “You like fucking my boy, huh?” “Yeah. He’s got a hole like velvet. You fuck it up?” “Huh. Wanted to wait until it was ripe.” He started talking to the latin kid, who was being railroaded by the hairy guy. “I’ve wanted to impregnate my boy for a while, right? Right by the cock you came from, right?” The latin twink yelped feebly. “Fuck, yeah yeah, daddy.” I remembered now, Marco said that a few daddies would be here. The though got me so hard I nearly blew my load then and there. My top wasn’t even looking at anyone else - his eyes were closed in rapture, as his cock tore open my pussy. It put my head back on the couch and blanked my mind as I took it. Everyone changed positions a few times, but eventually, there was release. The black guy roared and his blond bottom cried and yelled, and they both collapsed onto each other. The latin kid moaned and tilted his head back in rapture as his top fucked his cum into him from underneath. The boy with the ear piercings yelled “Fuck!” as the latin top sloppily rammed his load in. “Yeah, oh fuck yeah, I’m gonna shoot…” yelled my top, and he started pushing down on by chest (we were fucking missionary) and I held my head back and yelped unashamedly as a huge torrent of warm liquid filled my bowels. He lend forward and kissed me, but didn’t take it out. For the next few minutes, there was just the sound of whimpering and the hunks quietly congratulating each other and a few pops as dicks pulled out of drenched holes. Then Stefan walked to the centre of the room, his face flushed, his cock dripping. “Okay boys! Who got lucky?” He grinned around the room. My heart stopped. Stupid! I’d forgotten about the rules. I looked round. The first casualty was the latin kid. The hairy top grinned and raised his hand. The kid whirled round, and his look of tired satisfaction turned to devastation. “Oh, fuck, no…” The hunks in the room cheered and congratulated him. Next, the latin top, who seem delighted that his own son had just taken a poz load up the ass, raised his had. The kid with piercings turned round, and suddenly grinned. The two of them kissed as everyone else cheered. Then the black guy raised his hand. The exhausted blond twink looked at him once, then just laid back again, and closed his eyes. Then, my top raised his hand. He still hadn’t pulled out, and I stared at him with a stupid mixture of longing and surprise. I could hear Marco go “Yeah!” over the cheers. Then I just got up and kissed my top on the lips. I ground my ass over his dick and whispers “Thanks.” to him. "Pleasure, baby" he replied. Stefan raised his voice again. “Okay, four lucky boys! Anyone who wants to help with the afterparty can stay - otherwise, very good night!” Once the other twinks and a few of the tops had left, looking dazed (and with lots of cum dribbling down their thighs) the four of us clustered around a couch and the six tops who stayed took turns to fuck us. The latin kid and the blonde looked miserable, but me and the bottom with piercings loved every minute. I didn’t even notice which one fucked me - I just took it, going my best to look and act slutty until I had two loads up my ass, and the others took theirs. The bottom piercings and I jacked off into Stefan's mouth as a 'thank you' and the other two bottoms licked the cum off the floor, the latin dad telling his kid he was going to breed him every day. When we left, we didn't bother getting our cloths back, since we would come back soon enough. Marco drove us home, both of us naked and leaking cum on the seats. Not much left to tell. A month later, I came down with a horrible, painful flu. Marco insisted on fucking me while I had a fever. I hated it, but I didn’t blame him. I knew it was what I was for. I dropped my arts course. Marco pays for my expenses - which are food, so I can stay alive to keep taking loads, and drink, which he lets me have as much as I like. Every week, he whores me out to his friends, either at parties or at home, and he makes sure to dump a load in me at least once a night. Marco says he doesn’t want me to take medication yet - he wants to get it from me, the poz slut that he owns. The End! Hope you enjoyed it!

I'm a bottom, born and "bred", but there is still a small fraction of me that gets the urge to top every blue moon or so. The conditions have to be just right-- I have to be in the mood, there needs to be a muscular furry ass, bareback sex is a must, and usually there needs to be some sort of scene or kink. Just a run of the mill fuck session won't do it for me. A couple weeks ago I found myself in such a position. I was actually cruising the Craigslist ads for a horny top when I stumbled across this guy's ad: "26yo, 5'10", 160 lbs, bottom looking for anonymous sex. I dont need to see pictures- just have a decent cock an like to fuck an ass. I will be blindfolded, you walk in to my bedroom and fuck me. Safe only. I'll have condoms and lube handy. No drugs. Poppers ok." Safe only, but he's gonna be blindfolded?? Oh, this would be too easy. And my cock was rock hard at the prospect of sneaking my poz swimmers into this stupid boy's hole. So I responded to his ad. About 5 minutes later my inbox chimed and he said he was interested. We chatted back and forth a bit, and through this conversation I found out that he'd been at this awhile already and five different men had already taken turns. I told him I had no problem being sloppy sixth. He sent me his address and door code. He wasn't far away so within 15 minutes I was creeping into his apartment. Sure enough, the boy was laying on his bed, stroking his cock and blindfolded as promised. Damn he was cute! Blonde, small patch of chest hair, decent body, and a good 6 " dick. I stripped immediately and walked over to the bed, to get my dick into his mouth. While walking to the bed, I noticed a few condoms lying on the floor. Three were obviously used and full of cum, the other couple just looked like piles of plastic. Naturally my mind starts to form a plan of anal attack. Without a word I push my precummy head to his lips, an he immediately starts sucking. I'm not huge (only about 7") so he managed me pretty well. I let him go on for about 5 minutes, slurping and moaning on my dick before I yanked out of his mouth, swiped a couple of the full condoms off the floor and moved to get on the bed. When I fuck, I do it doggy or standing-- no making out, just animal fucking. Plus, I like that view of a guy-- all ass, back an shoulders as I watch my dick slide in and out. So I grab this boy's legs and cross them and push a bit. The non-verbal cue to roll over. He does and gets up on all fours. I grab the lube and squirt some into my hand, then I gently start fingering the lube into his hole. He moans while I work his hole slowly. It feels very warm and wrt inside, so I crook my finger a bit to massage his prostate, and then pull out of his butt. And damn if a white blob of cum doesn't pop out of his pucker! Some top has beat me to the stealthing game! But I was gonna do him one (or two) better. I squirted out some more lube on my cock and started to tease his hole with my head. Even though he obviously was enjoying this, he still managed to say, "I need you to put on a condom.". Well, he never said to put on a fresh, unused condom did he? So I paused and opened up one of the foil packs loudly and promptly dropped that condom on the bed. Then I picked up one of the used ones, and pulled it on inside out. I made sure he heard the rubber snapping sounds around my cock. I dripped some lube on his hole, then quickly mounted him. I had my fixk about half inside when his hand flew back to check to see if a condom was present. Once satisfied, he settled his chest on the mattress and let me fuck away. The only good thing about the condom was that being a notoriously fast cummer, it decreased the sensations on my dick so I wouldn't pop in a minute. But thank god for the visual of a used, cummy condom going in and out between his golden fur mounds. The knowledge that I was fucking another man's load into this boy was keeping me rock hard. As was the idea that someone else had stealthed him already. Probably some unscrupulous poz fucker too. I fucked this bottom whore slowly- and while doing it I grabbed the other used condom. This one was pretty full and the cum was very liquid by this point. I started pouring out bits onto my dick when I was on the out stroke and then plunging my dick back in with it's freshly "lubed" surface. I did this repeatedly until that condom was empty and the bottom's ass was full. Then I got down to business. I was never gonna cum with this condom on me, no matter how hot the scene. So I started fucking him harder, pulling all the way out and then pushing all the way back in. His hole was so fucking sloppy at this point that I couldn't believe he didn't notice the cum. I mean, hell, the room stunk of spunk! But he was doing poppers so perhaps that was it. I waited for him to take another big hit, then I pulled all the way out and quickly pinched the tip and pulled hard. And just as the boy was begging for me to shove it back in him, I felt the latex give way and split. I quickly rolled the split down past my head and then shoved back inside his ass. The wet heat of his hole enveloped my cockhead and sent me into heaven. As predicted, his hand shot back again to check for the condom. He felt the rubber on my shaft and was again satisfied. With my now exposed head, it wouldn't take me long. I pumped away an let my orgasm build. By my reckoning, this "safe only" boy had at least some of three different men's DNA inside him, and probably some HIV too. And in another minute he definitely would. My load built to the point of no return so thrust a few more times as hard as i could and I let it go. It had been so long since I came in a guy's ass that I had forgotten what it felt like. Truth be told, I'd only fucked one other ass since my diagnosis, and that was of another poz guy. Id forgotten how abdolutely fucking great it felt to cum in another man's guts! The warmth, the hot,wet flood of it, the feeling of the intestines encasing and massaging your dick. Now, I'm a big cummer, but damn it felt like I shot so much I turned inside out! "Damn, I can almost feel you cumming!" the bottom said. I thought to myself "Ha, of you only knew." Once my orgasm subsided, I slowly pulled out then quickly got off the bed. I picked up the used (and unused) condoms from the bed and dropped them on the floor with their brethren. Ingot dressed quickly, and as i was leaving I also tossed the broken one on the floor too. At least when he started leaking cum like a sieve, and then got the fuck flu he would be able to figure out why. And But not which one of the tops had done it.

(This is actually a true story. It was 1983, and I was an introverted, sky, skinny kid from the East End of Louisville, the 'burbs back then. I was deeply closeted and naive, and ready to be taken advantage of. This incident began a 10 month journey into sex and hard drugs that ended with me, a gay kid from the burbs, learning how to take cock, deep throat and yes, fuck pussy to the point where I got a black junkie pregnant. It was the best summer of my life, and brought me a wonderful daughter that I never thou a guy like me could ever have.) --------------------------------------------- I was barely nineteen and had been fucked only once, by a white guy who was 30. I met him in at Blue Movies in downtown Louisville, and we went back to his place, smoked a J and he topped me. He was so small i didn't even know he had cum until he went soft. So this is what I had fantasized about ever since I saw Freddie Mercury eating grapes on the back cover of the first Queen album? It wasn't anything like I had read in "First Hand" or "Inches," my favorite wack-mags. I was sorely disappointed and wondered if I was straight after all. A few weeks later I was back in the bookstore looking to do it again, and hopefully have a better experience. I had tried dating girls over the past few weeks, which made my dad very,very happy. He loaned me his sports car, gave me a wad of cash and beamed as I drove off, conflicted. A few dates, and I could not bring myself to even kiss one of them. Was I just shy, or really a fag? I didn't know. But I knew I was horny and that is what took me to the bookstore that night. In the arcade section, I saw a big black daddy, maybe 6-2 and in good shape. He must have been pushing fifty, and I was instantly attracted to this dangerous-looking giant man. I grew up in a typical upper-middle class family, went to St. X high school, and hid the fact that I was a fag from everyone except the guys who sucked me off at the bookstores. Looking back, i know my parents knew. But what made them think that talking about how "sick" it was to be gay would somehow turn me straight, instead of just make me feel unworthy and unloved and alone? He was standing outside a booth rubbing his cock through his checked polyester pants. I could just stare. He kept rubbing, and I could see his cock grow even bigger. I was mesmerized and walked toward him. I planned to go into the booth, leave the door unlocked, and wait for him to come in. Then I was going to suck my first dick. I had it all panned, but as I went to open the door, he grabbed my hand and looked down at me and said, "You think you can handle this, boy?" I said,"I don't know. I've only been fucked once." His eyes bugged a little and he said, "I live down the street, let's go." I followed him outside and walked about 12 blocks without either of us saying a word. I was getting scared. "I thought you said you lived down the street." He stopped and put his hand on my ass. "We're walking down the street, aint we?" He said, rubbing my ass and turning me on. Here I was a skinny 19 year old white kid from a good home, getting felt up at 10PM on a public street in downtown Louisville. He nodded toward the projects. "Just over there," he said. I followed him to the entrance to his place, and walked up three steps to his front door. He opened the door and we went inside. He closed the door and locked it. Now I was really scared, and my dick shrunk quickly. I looked around. The inside was one room, with a small kitchen, and a door to what was probably a bathroom. I looked at everything, planning a way to escape. It was remarkably clean, and empty except for a tv, a mattress, a lamp, and some boxes in the corner. At this point, i was scared shitless and started to try to talk my way out of it. He came over and grabbed my ass, hard. "You're not going anywhere, baby. And you're going to love this. Get them clothes off." He released my ass and I just stood there, panicked. He walked a few steps, stopped, and with his back to me, slowly, sexily, pulled his t-shirt over his head. Oh. My. God. The sexiest, darkest back I had ever seen. My cock started hardening again. He twirled his t-shirt slowly, almost like a stripper and turned around and revealed a nice, but not chiseled chest, with a few tattoos and long, dark nipples. I stared at those long nipples, and as I was standing there in a daze, he unbuttoned his pants, unzipped, and they dropped to the floor. No underwear, just a huge cock, hanging there half hard. He turned back toward the boxes again, but stopped and turned to look at me, and as he was staring at me, his cock started getting harder and harder until it was huge and standing straight out, "See how hard you got me?" He said. "So are you gonna get naked now?" It wasn't a question. I pulled my Polo t-shirt off and kicked off my topsiders. He smiled, turned and started rummaging through a shoebox. I took off the rest of my clothes and stood there, cock hard as a rock. He turned around and had a syringe, a little foil, a lighter, a spoon, and a little baggie. "You're gonna love this shit," he said. I had only smoked weed, and just that one time. But my dick was thinking for me, and I stood there and held out my arm as he tied a shoelace around my arm. He said, "Sit down or you are gonna fall down." I sat on the mattress and he busied himself with his spoon. He after a few minutes, he put the syringe into the spoon and pulled the plunger. There was a cloudy liquid in the chamber. I held out my arm, and watched him inject me. I felt a little woozy at first, but when he took the shoelace off, the entire room suddenly started spinning and I felt the most beautiful, peaceful feeling was over me. Every muscle in my body relaxed, and I swore that I could feel my soul moving around inside my body. I even felt the space between my ribs, felt them expand and contract as I breathed. "Wow," was all I could say. "wow." "You gonna learn to love my speedballs, boy, and come back for them all the time." "Whaaa," I slurred. Why can't I talk, I thought. "Yeah," he said as he moved even closer to me. "You're fucked now." I felt him pushing me backwards on the bed and pulling my legs apart. I had no muscle control. i felt completely asleep - heavy muscles, no feeling at all, anywhere, but also feeling everything at a deeper level than ever before. I saw his cock pointing at my hole, and I just moaned,"Fuuuuuck meeeee" as his face inched closer and closer to mine until it completely filled my entire line of vision.....

I was cruising the local park bathrooms one night just to see what was around. There wasn’t a lot of action in the park area, so I settled into the large bathroom stall at the end of the row to wait around a while. I don’t have a lot of patience for this kind of thing; if the fish aren’t biting I’m as likely to turn home. About five minutes later a pair of white sneakers walked up to the next stall, the one with the glory hole access. I looked through and, well, wow. The kid on the other side was maybe early 20s, slim, kind of dorky, glasses, white, and entirely my type. Figuring I never get this lucky hitting random chance like this, I decided to move quickly before someone else came in a raised a distraction. The kid looked through the hole back at me, and I could tell that he liked what he saw. I’m 45, Guatemalan, 6’2 and work out regularly, so getting action usually isn’t my problem, but you never know what people go for. Also poz, not that it tends to come up. My cock is 8” uncut when hard, and a shower more than a grower, and I could tell it had his interest. Without waiting, I unlocked the stall door and pushed it open, hoping he would take the hint. He did. His door came open too, and when he didn’t see me out there he headed quickly into my booth and locked it behind him. I smiled at him, my cock springing to life faster than hell. I stood up and walked towards him; it was a handicap stall, so there was plenty of room. Throwing caution to the wind, I reached my hands around his face and kissed him full on the lips to see how he would react. Definitely a sub: I could tell that he was really into it, but that he was going to take his cues from me. Absolutely fucking perfect. I upped the intensity and started giving him some tongue, and he moaned a little while his hand reached out to feel my dick. When I broke the kiss, he immediately started to bend down to take it in his mouth, but I held him up and pushed him against the wall before going to town on his neck and his nipples. I planned on giving the boy a few bruises to remember me by, paying close attention to how he was reacting. I like to push a guy just a little past where he is comfortable, not enough usually that they tell me to stop but enough so that you know they think its too much. The kid was squirming while I held him firm around the waste and bit down on his neck, trying hard to kiss me so I would stop. After about a minute his eyes got wide and he begged me to let him suck my dick. This is when I knew I had him. The chemistry just felt right, and I know I could make him do whatever I wanted but that he would put up just a little resistance. Fucking hell I wanted inside his ass, but I also knew this would be better for waiting. I looked deep into his eyes, claiming him, and told him, “not yet.” Then I went back to work on his nipples, pulling off his t-shirt so that I could manage the flesh underneath directly. I let his shirt fall carelessly to the floor, letting him know that this was my game and I didn’t particularly care about his wants or needs. After another minute or so he visibly started to relax and let himself go to the teasing, realizing that I was going to be in control here. I pulled my shirt up and pushed his face against my chest, and when he stated just licking I let him know in no uncertain terms, “bite,” making it come out as a bit of a growl. It took a little while for him to figure out how hard he could go, but soon he was at about the right intensity and I was thoroughly enjoying my luck in finding this little piece of meat. I stood back a step and told him, “strip.” This kind of thing always works better if you say what you want in one or two words. He eagerly pulled down his pants, but I pushed him against the wall again and gave him my most intense stare, “strip, faggot.” He did, and you could see his excitement as he pulled off the rest of his clothes, but also a little bit of fear. He was starting to realize he didn’t really know what I was capable of, and that I definitely outweighed him and that there might be some real danger here. Not that I would hurt him (much), but I liked the fact that he realized he didn’t know exactly what he had gotten into. While he stripped I just watched him, leaving all of my clothes on and kicking his shit to the corner after he had it off. I even made him pull of his shoes and socks, just to highlight his vulnerability to me. I had all sorts of fantasies about what I wanted to make this kid do, but I sensed he was maybe a bit vanilla due to his youth, so I figured it was better to go slow. I grabbed him around the waste again, and worked my way down from his neck to his nips, then his waist, leaving a trail of love marks along the way. When I made it down to his crotch I ignored his (nice, if average) dick and took both his balls in my mouth, exerting just enough pressure that the kid winced and tried to pull away. I held firm, easing on the pressure for a second or two and then doing it again, just hard enough to be intense without really hurting too much. After the third or fourth time you could see him relax again, and there was maybe a little more trust there that I knew what I was doing and wouldn’t really hurt him. Standing back up, I put my hand under his throat and asked him, “You going to be my boy tonight?” “Yes sir.” Good, he naturally went with sir. I gave him a very light play slap across the face, once, twice, then looked in his eyes and asked him again, “Are you going to be my boy tonight?” “Yes sir,” slightly more desperation in his voice. Definitely getting excited; definitely a natural sub. “Good boy.” Now I pulled out my dick and pushed him down, but held his face a few inches away. “You want this dick?” “Yes sir!” His eyes were wide. I was going to tease him some more but I figured I had held out enough, and frankly I was looking forward to his mouth around my cock. I told him to stick out his tongue, which he did obediently while never breaking eye contact with me. I trailed my cocked along his tongue and lips, leaving just a little precum, which he dutifully licked off and continued to look up at me, begging. Then I let him have at, see how his technique was. Too much hand, but definitely a good cocksucker and clearly not his first time. He knew how to suck and work his tongue at the same time, and he knew how to pay attention to the signals I was giving to see what was working. I pulled my dick out of his mouth and asked him, “You like that, boy?” “Yes sir,” trying hard to get back at my dick. I told him to stick out his tongue again, only this time I moved my ahead above his and let a thin trail of spit land on it. His initial reaction was to be a little grossed out, spitting out onto the floor. I got firm with him, grabbing his hair to pull his head back and snarling, “Stick out your fucking tongue, bitch!” He did, and I spat again. This time he swallowed it. As I thought, he just hadn’t don’t it before. Now that he wasn’t surprised it really wasn’t as bad as having a dick in your mouth. I let him get back to this, occasionally pulling out to spit on his tongue. He was getting really excited about sucking my dick. He was jerking off fast and grunting. I made him stand up and held his hands against the stall, kissing him as deeply as I could. “Don’t touch your dick until I give you permission, understand?” He nodded his assent, and I bent him over the other way and spread his ass checks so that I could begin noisily eating out his ass. I noticed when I did he tensed up again, and I figured he either didn’t get fucked much or would want condoms. I wasn’t there yet, so I didn’t bother with it and just ate away. Beautiful bubble butt that I was looking forward to fucking. I was enjoying the hell out of this little adventure. Around this time somebody else came into the bathroom. The kid tried to stand up, but I just pushed him where he was and continued to eat out his ass as loudly as possibly. The kid was acting a little freaked out, trying to pull away, so I said in a loud tone of voice, “Shut the fuck up and do what I tell you to do. Now bend over and let me keep eating your ass.” He fought back more this time. “Dude!” In a loud whisper, “Somebody else is in here!” As if they couldn’t hear him too. I quickly stood up and wrapped my arms around his chest, pulling him close to me and bringing my dick up against his ass. I told him in his ear, “I don’t give a flying fuck. Who’s boy are you?” He didn’t respond right away, so I repeated myself, “Who’s boy are you?” “Your boy, sir,” a little more relaxed now. By this point the person who had walked in had settled into the next stall and was clearly also cruising, so the kid calmed down a bit while I went back to eating his ass. He started moaning softly, and his hands wandered back down to his dick before I swatted them away. After sucking my dick a little bit more, I told him to brace himself against the wall and spread his legs. He did so without question, undoubtedly assuming I would eat his ass again. Instead, I pulled out the lube from my back pocket and began lubing my dick and his ass. His head spun around and he said, in the kind of tone that meant it, “Condoms!” If he had said it the way most queens do I would have just pushed into him, but I got the sense this would be a deal-breaker for him. Now I am definitely a preferred barebacker whenever possible, but honestly I don’t mind too much when someone wants to play safe. With this kid, though, he was just such a damn good natural sub boy that I had to get him raw. I wanted to feel my jizz spilling out of his ass walls with every thrust of my dick. I wanted him carrying my load home with him and leaking out whenever he coughed or laughed the next day. I wanted to knock this little bitch up. I told him I wouldn’t enter him before we put on a condom, I just wanted to feel the opening of his ass. He against the wall and spread, and I wrapped my arms around him again and started kissing his neck tenderly this time, rubbing my cockhead right against the opening of his hole. Meanwhile, I turned on the dirty talk full throttle to get him worked up. “I want to fuck the shit out of your little boy ass, you little faggot. I want to push it in and feel your guts make room for my massive dick. I want to hear you scream and moan and beg me for more, beg me to come inside you and keep fucking. I want you to know what it’s like to have a real man’s load swimming around inside your ass. Your ass isn’t ever going to feel the same after tonight, boy, and once I’m inside I’m not getting out until I cum. You want my dick inside you, baby? You want my load?” He moaned, obviously caught up in what we were doing and already pushed beyond where his limits usually were. Guys like that secretly want that shit. Guys like me want to give it to them. Still, you could tell that he wasn’t okay without a condom; his ass pulled away any time I might have slipped inside him and he said again, “Condom, baby.” Using a trick I’ve done once or twice before, I very liberally lubed up my dick. Then I pulled out a condom from my back pocket (because you never know if you’ll hit a situation like this), and turning him around, made sure he saw me roll it down my dick and that it was functioning. I pushed him against the wall again and told him to get ready for me. He spread his ass checks, feeling for the condom. I decided he got to do it the one time, and then not again. Now because I know that bottoming for a big dick can hurt, especially with a condom, and because he was tight as hell I took what felt like about ten years to enter him. At first he groaned and tried to pull off, but there was a snowballs chance I was letting him do that. I just held on fast, promised him it would feel good soon, and gradually pushed my way in. I didn’t stop until I was about a two thirds of the way in, when I started feeling more natural resistance than I had before. Figuring I was up against some barrier in his ass, I held there for a while, whispering sweet nothing into his ear while I held him around the chest and kissed his ear and his cheek from behind. “You’re doing so good, baby, your ass feels so good. I’m about to make you really happy. Your ass is going to love this, I promise, just let yourself relax, baby.” It took some time, but he finally started to relax. I could feel the grip loosening on my cock, and I pulled out maybe an inch, not wanting to risk sliding out, and pushed forward a tiny bit. I find when bottoms are getting used to me, it’s best to saw in slowly and not pull too far out. While he adjusted I fucked him tenderly, enjoying the smell of his hair and his occasional whimpers while he got used to me. The whimpering didn’t stop, but he started to push back against me a little bit, so I picked up the pace slightly. I still wasn’t pulling out much, but I had maybe an inch left to go before I had my whole dick in him at this point, and his ass felt as amazing as I could have hoped for. “That’s it, baby, you’re taking it so good. Feel good?” “Yes, sir!” He was past the tipping point now where the pain becomes pleasure, and he was getting more into it with each second. I started taking a little bit more of a risk and pulling out more, and within a couple of minutes I was able to fuck him with full strokes in and out of his ass. I loved how he let out a little involuntary grunt every time I pushed all the way inside him, like he couldn’t help it. Someone else came in, but I didn’t slow down and this time the boy didn’t make any sort of move. Good boy. Now because I was making full thrusts I could see the condom’s progress on my dick. It had slid to about half way down, and with the thrusts I was making I figured it wouldn’t be too long before it slid off my dick altogether. At one point the kid tried to reach back to test it, but I grabbed his hands and told him, “If I say it’s fine, it’s fine, you understand?” “Yes sir, please keep fucking me sir!” “You want me to keep fucking you?” “Yes sir, please just don’t stop!” I can last quite a while, and because I had taken my time breaking his ass in he was feeling good and wasn’t going anywhere. I would jackhammer his ass for a while, then go slow, pull all the way out and watch his ass open up, then plunge it back in. The condom was right at the tip of my head now, so I pushed his pelvis against the stall wall and made several deep thrusting strokes, not pulling out too far on any one of them, and pretty soon I felt it come off inside him. Almost wanting to let out a whoop of victory, I starting fucking him faster than I had up til then, and my speech really started getting nasty. “You’re just a little fucking cunt, aren’t you, bitch? You’re just a little faggot who like taking dicks from real me inside nasty fucking toilets. I should piss all over your clothes and make you walk back home like that so everyone who sees you knows what a fucked out little cunt you are. Your friends know your here? What would they say if they could see you taking dick from me like this right now?” “Oh, fuck yes!” “How bad you want my dick?” “Please don’t stop!” “What would you do for my dick?” ""Anything!” Naturally I inwardly grinned at that. “Anything, huh?” "Please, it feels so good!” I pulled all the way out, admiring my raw cocked as it slid out, and held it there. “Would you drink my spit?” “Yes! Oh fuck yes!” I slammed it back in and fucked him hard for several strokes. Then I pulled it back out again. “Would you let me piss on you?” A little bit more of a delay, then, “Yes. Please, keep fucking me!” I slammed it back in again, and he howled from the intensity of it. I took longer this time before I repeated the cycle, wanting to make sure he was totally and completely fucked out with wanting my dick. Pulling out fully, I asked, “Would you let me fuck you raw?” This time he winced and said, “Please use a condom. I just want it so bad!” Still not pushing back in, I repeated, “Would you let me fuck you raw?” Desperate and no longer fully thinking, he screamed, “Yes! I would let you fuck me raw!” I pounded inside him. Just to fuck with him I said, “faggot, I’m still using a condom. But now we both know what a fucked out little whore you are. You worthless piece of shit, I ought to use you like a cumrag. I should blast my load inside of you then put your hole up against the glory hole for the other men in here to use. Then I could take pictures of it and send them to everyone in your phone. By the time I’m done with you your ass will be so worthless you’ll need a fist inside you to feel normal. You want to be my cumrag?” Willing to play along now and feeling better about he condom, he said, “Yes! Make me your cumrag!” “You willing to let me whore you out to my big-dicked friends and then keep the money from your ass?” “Yes, make me your whore!” I let him start stroking his dick, which he did furiously. After another minute, “where do you want me to cum?” “On my ass!” I pulled all the way out again. “Tell me you want me to cum in your ass.” Obviously conflicted, he probably figured I was still gloved and said, “Yeah, cum inside me!” I rammed him and started fucking even more furiously than I had before. I was going all the way out and all the way in with every stroke now. I can keep like this for quite a while, but I was getting close and I wanted to bring my victory over this little faggot to a head. Soon I felt it boiling up from my balls, definitely one of the biggest poz loads I had shot in a really long time. “Here it comes, faggot! Gonna knock your ass up, going to give you all of my load. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The orgasm I had then left me seeing stars. I was loud enough that anyone nearby would have been able to hear us easy, but I didn’t give a shit. I just kept sawing inside him, feeling my jizz fill up his ass. As I was coming back down, I could feel it slipping around my dick and squirting outside his ass with each thrust. I was vaguely aware that he had shot his load against the stall and was going rag limp in my arms. Still holding him, and with my dick still inside his ass, I picked him up and, with a little awkward maneuvering, managed to lay down on the dirty-ass floor next to him. I nuzzled his neck and continued to fuck into him gently, slowly losing my erection but trying to prolong the moment as long as possible. I wasn’t sure how he’d react after he came, but I think he was in a bit of shock. He just nuzzled back against me and bent his head backwards to kiss me on the lips. The other guys in the bathroom were peering under the stall disbelievingly, but we ignored them. He got dressed while I zipped up. He had to have noticed the missing condom and the cum, but like a good sub he didn’t question. Probably he was too shy to ask, or figured it was too late, or both. I gave him my number and told him to call me when his ass was recovered, not really expecting it. Two weeks later he did. To be continued.

So ive noticed alot of websites and hookup sites now feature guys on PREP and use is increasing daily; i figured we could all give input as to how much sex and less fear, or side effects we have experienced since going on the meds mine input goes as follows: More BB sex as a top Less stress and fear of converting Still unsure about bottoming Swallowing more loads (was fearful of that before also) Not too concerned about status; but discuss it depending on situation Most guys dont even care if im on PREP or not; they just want a load. I do howerer find myelf worried about other STI's but i figure i can deal with those. My favorite part of the whole experience is being sexually fear free for the first time in 10 years! No side effects so far...any one else interested in input let us know

I got horny today, browsed some fics and tried my hand at writing one. Never written anything like this before, hope it’s decent. “Prag” has the same meaning as “prison bitch”, I used it because typing bitch so often got repetitive. “Boy” and “kid” in this story refer to young adults, around 18-24 years old. ------------------------------------------------------------------- This was it. Months of thinking it over, asking myself if I was sure it was what I wanted, and now it was finally happening. I was going to take the plunge. After making sure my ass was completely cleaned out and ready for what promised to be an intense, unforgettable night, I took a quick shower and looked back on the last few months. I had been lucky to meet Jamaal online. A hot, beefy daddy, very muscular, slightly hairy, but with just enough padding to give him a burly bear build. His body drove me wild. He was into stuff that even other pigs would find kinky, and had a forceful personality that made even a reluctant bottom eager to completely, utterly submit. His veiny, uncut cock was just slightly over ten inches long, as big around as a soda can at the base, with a head that was even bigger. I wasn't usually into black guys, but I wanted to be an utter slut for Jamaal. He could (and soon would) do anything he wanted to me. I had blown Jamaal several times, usually getting all but an inch or so of his cock down my throat before gagging. The first time my jaw had gotten sore from trying to open wide enough for him, but I had gotten used to his girth quickly. The length still gave me problems. Jamaal assured me he'd be curing me of my gag reflex in the coming weeks. I had bottomed for plenty of guys, but had never taken a cock anywhere near Jamaal's size. I was a bit nervous, but had wanted to take his cock up my ass for a long time. Jamaal refused to top me unless I took his dick bareback, let him fuck me as rough and deep as he wanted no matter how much it tore up my ass; he wanted to fuck me like a prison bitch. Jamaal meant that last part literally. In our chats online, I found out he had taken part in a botched robbery attempt that left a security guard dead and a police officer (who had happened to be patrolling nearby) badly injured. He had refused to snitch on his accomplices, and had ended up serving almost twenty years (though the original sentence was far less; he had his sentence extended several times due to his behavior while in prison). You see, it was in prison that Jamaal had discovered his love of fucking guys in the ass (a lack of consent had never stopped him from getting what he wanted, and his "take what I want" attitude had only barely been held in check since his release a few years back). Prison was where he learned that, even if they only did it out of fear, a man was naturally better at sucking cock than a woman could ever hope to be. It was where he discovered that a man's ass, involuntarily clenched in pain and terror, was tighter than even a virgin pussy. Where he discovered the sheer, sadistic pleasure of brutally violating and humiliating someone, breaking them down, completely and irreparably, just for his own perverse gratification. Prison was also where he contracted HIV. Jamaal figured he had caught the bug early on, either from blood exchanged during one of his many 'new meat' fights. 'New meat' fights occur for each good-looking inmate goes through unless the newbie immediately accept life as a prag. Jamaal also speculated he may have caught the bug after being patched up after in the infirmary as the safety precautions of normal hospitals were often ignored, sometimes to save money, sometimes because the doctors and nurses just didn't give a shit, often because unqualified personnel who didn't know what the fuck they were doing were put in charge of the inmates' care. Jamaal claimed guys had attempted to rape him but had never succeeded, and that such attempts led him to join a gang. While not interested in operations like smuggling and selling drugs, or any real leadership role, he had quickly risen to prominence within the gang, thanks to his loyalty to the other gang members and his tendency to win fights (and leave his enemies nearly, but not quite, dead). Jamaal guessed he had pozzed about two dozen or so white men (mostly young boyish guys, like me), a couple of Asians, and perhaps a half dozen or so Latinos, during his two-decade prison term. The younger and weaker a guy was, the more likely he'd end up with a cock in his ass at some point. Some prags were new inmates who had willingly (though not eagerly) given up their bodies in exchange for drugs and/or protection. Some had been transferred from other prisons, already so beaten down and broken that they just accepted their fate as cumdumps for the bigger, stronger inmates. Some of them fought, usually a new inmate, someone who didn’t realize that winning the fight today just meant you were exhausted for tomorrow’s fight. Sometimes it took months to beat and fuck the fight out of them. Jamaal liked it when they had some fight in them, some fire. He liked seeing a little bit of that fire extinguished each time a kid would lose a fight, and DAMN, Jamaal loved seeing the look of horror and despair on their face at the moment they realized the fight wasn’t going in their favor, that they were going to lose, going to be held down again, beaten again, humiliated and robbed of their manhood - again. He had only fucked another black inmate one time. Jamaal had viciously beaten and then helped gang rape a mouthy black kid who had, on the kid's first day in gen pop, tried to show he was tough shit by claiming a bitch of his own. Unfortunately for him, he chose the wrong boy to fuck. Jamaal had his own prag, a Latino in his early 30s, but his gang had a few shared fuckboys as well, mostly young white boys who had been stupid enough to try to survive on their own rather than join a gang. At the end of a ten-on-one fight, even the toughest bastard would usually find himself bent over with a cock viciously plowing his asshole. True, the Aryans preyed on the younger white inmates they didn't feel were tough enough to join their ranks, and they might slap their bitches around a little for fun, or to keep them in line, but they didn't brutalize and torture them for fun the way black inmates did when they had a white bitch under their control. Any new white inmate with a brain would join a white gang, either as a member or a willing prag, rather than be taken as a slave by the black gangs, and Jamaal’s gang wasn’t nearly as sadistic as some of the others when it came to their bitches. Still, the thugs in Jamaal's gang viewed their bitches as property, which meant they could do whatever they wanted to them, but it also meant they were fiercely territorial when it came to their prags. When Jamaal found out someone outside his gang had raped one of their bitches, he bribed a guard to leave the exercise yard at a time he knew the offender would be there, and confronted him. Jamaal gave the kid the option of escaping retribution by joining the gang (he liked that the kid had a spine, obviously had no problem with violence or getting his hands dirty, and it was always good to have another person on your side in an environment as dangerous as prison). Instead of joining, the kid tried to make a name for himself. He literally spat in Jamaal's face and threw a punch. The punk realized the gravity of his mistake as Jamaal dodged the blow and caught him upside the head with a free weight. He woke up to find a dirty sock stuffed in his mouth and a barely lubed cock being painfully forced up his ass. Jamaal had taken the kid down without any help from his gang, but was holding him down so they could each empty their balls into his (formerly) virgin hole. The rape served many purposes, other than just the entertainment of the guys in his gang: it told the victim, and the other inmates, not to fuck with Jamaal or his gang, and to stay the fuck away from their prags, unless they wanted to risk becoming a prag as well. It also showed his gang that Jamaal was loyal and tough, and a valuable ally, and that meant people would watch his back if and when shit went down. It also showed everyone that when Jamaal made an offer, one would do well to accept it. Anyhow, as the first gang member filled the punk’s ass with cum, the punk found the sock in his mouth removed and a shank put at his throat. He had managed to hold back the tears so far, but when he was told that he was going to suck the shit off the gang members’ cocks after they fucked him, and that refusing to do so would get his throat slashed, the tears came spilling out. The pain and humiliation of being raped had been hellish, but it was nothing compared to the degradation and disgust he felt as the first slimy, shit covered cock was forced down his throat. The worst part, was that despite the overpowering taste of shit, and the taste of his rapist’s cum, he could taste the blood from his torn asshole. A few seconds after the first gang member had pulled out of his ass and forced the cock into his mouth, the punk felt another cock rammed balls deep into his ass. This one was shorter than the first cock, but easily twice as thick. The punk felt his already torn insides ripped apart. He screamed reflexively, but the ripe cock down his throat muffled it. The scream came out barely a whimper. And the punk’s nightmare had just begun. I shuddered mentally as I recalled what Jamaal had told me had happened to the punk who had crossed him. I had no interest in scat (though I had no issue with ass to mouth if I had a chance to clean out beforehand) but knowing Jamaal could be dominant and forceful to the point of violence made my ass twitch. That was why I was here, wasn’t it? I not only knew how Jamaal could treat a boy, but I wanted him to treat me that way. Having finished my shower, I turned off the water, grabbed my towel and dried off, and walked out of the bathroom and down the hall, opened the second door on the left, and went downstairs into the basement. Jamaal was waiting for me, play room all set up. Sofa in the corner, sling in the opposite corner, padded bench in the middle, kiddie pool at the far end of the room for watersports, a table along the wall with assorted whips and toys, a few cameras set up around the room. A half dozen other black men stood naked, identical tattoos on their arms clearly identifying them as members of the same gang. They varied slightly in size and skin tone, some had erections already, some were still limp, but I could tell all of them were well hung. “Nice little white bitch you found,” one of them said, “ready to break him in?” Jamaal didn’t have to answer. I walked up and bent over the bench in the middle of the room. It was finally happening: Jamaal and six members of his gang, all poz, all about to take turns fucking me, all eager to shoot their dirty seed into their new, skinny little white bitch. There would be no going back. I had signed a slave contract with Jamaal yesterday. I had agreed to many things, but a prominent detail was the signing over of all my assets to him. I had been born into a well off family. Not Hilton rich, but rich enough that I would never have to work and could still never worry about money. I had never been forced to steal to get by like Jamaal had. The one time I had trouble with the law, my parents had thrown money at the problem and made it go away. When I met Jamaal online and heard his story, I knew things weren’t right. I was part of a system that had white people fucking over and taking everything away from blacks. I hadn’t been willing to take the plunge at first. I’d sucked his cock, even sucked a couple of his friends’ cocks, drank some piss, and had one thug fuck me with a condom. Jamaal knew how much I wanted it, but he wouldn’t let me do anything but suck his cock unless I surrendered to him completely. Either I was his bitch or I wasn’t. It had taken me several weeks to finally decide to give in. As it was, I had signed a contract that would let Jamaal reverse the way things usually went for blacks and whites. He’d be in power and get to take everything from me: my money, my dignity, my body, and my health. He had told me up front he was only interested in using (and sometimes abusing) me, making me his bitch, using me up, and destroying me for his pleasure like he had so many other white bitches back in prison. He would use me as a cumdump, poz me, take every penny I had, let his friends fuck and abuse me, and video every degrading sex act I participated in so he could get even more money from me by putting the videos online. And when HIV (and whatever other diseases I was sure to get from his friends and the many other black thugs that would be using me as a cumdump) ravaged my body, when I got so sick and frail that he and his friends didn’t want my ass anymore, when he couldn’t even make money whoring me out to anyone with a buck to spend, then he’d kick me out into the street, leave me used up, broken, alone, and without hope, just like he had to all his prison bitches before me. I had signed the contract. I knew what I was getting into and I wasn’t going to back out. I wanted this. I needed this. I felt guilty for being white and privileged. I needed to be utterly used and discarded by an angry, dominate black man. I wanted to know he enjoyed hurting me, destroying me. I took a deep breath as I waited, bent over the bench. Jamaal had things planned out. He wanted the biggest cock in the group (only one guy had a dick bigger than Jamaal’s, it was nearly 13”, thicker than a beercan, cut, with a slight curve upwards) to break me in, leave my ass gaping and torn up, so the other guys would have a better chance of pozzing me. The thug with the 13" cock came up behind me and put some lube on his massive meat. I knew he wasn’t using nearly enough lube, that he wanted my ass stretching and straining to take his dick. Even if he used the entire bottle of lube, it would have been agonizing, and I knew he had no intention of being gentle. That was fine, I wanted the pain. I would be a prag for Jamaal, and anyone he offered my ass to. I knew I was going to be used and eventually discarded. I also knew Jamaal liked bitches that fought, that had fire. I wouldn’t fight, but I would show him I had fire. I would take every rough, ass-stretching fuck those black cocks gave me. And, when they finished with my ass, I would suck each cock clean. I would open myself up to their dirty cum, I would let them taint my body with disease. I would take their abuse, I would let them break me, I would let Jamaal film it and profit from my suffering. I would endure everything they put me through. I knew eventually I would be all used up, that I would break. But I would endure everything I possibly could. I would make Jamaal work to break me. He would see my fire go out, little by little, and he’d enjoy the challenge, but it would take a lot of time and effort on his part before the fire went out completely. I would endure as long as I could, take all the fucking, all the diseased cum, all the abuse I could possibly endure. Then, when Jamaal, and every black man he knew, was done with me, when I was cast away like a piece of white trash, I would know that I had let him use me up completely, that I had completely and utterly been his bitch. I let out the breath I had been holding as I felt the thug behind me put one hand on my ass while he lined his cock up to my hole with his other hand. I felt his massive, poz cock push against the pucker of my asshole, tearing me open as it pushed deeper and deeper inside. I could tell from his breathing and the twitching of his rock hard cock, that he was already dripping hot, toxic precum into my bleeding ass. There was no turning back now…

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I used to be in porn, on the other side of the camera, and finding guys is the easy part. Getting a good scene from them is another story. Except for performers who manage their careers well, the money is not in porn. A lot of the guys do porn so they can escort or dance. That's where the money is for most performers. It's advertising to get their name out there. There are also a lot of guys who think it might be fun. Most only do a scene or two because it's a lot of work. That 15/20 minute scene takes hours to shoot and there is a lot of stop, change positions, and go. And just about every top uses Viagra to keep it hard. Then there is the drama from the performers...don't get me started! However, the parties were a lot of fun. I have fond memories of Cole Youngblood. I wonder what happened to him.

I fuck my friends wife I had always wanted to fuck her, but she was a friends wife. So, she was always off limits to me. Well, her husband had recently pissed me off and had really put a ding in our friendship. We had not talked in a week or so. So, I was quite surprised to get a phone call from Tracy. She told me that Tim was out of town and that there was a water leak in her basement. She knew that we had been fighting, but I was the only person she knew she could call. I told her I would be right over. I had just got my ass filled with a huge BBC. See what all my friends and my wife does not know is when I am not with them or working. I am getting my ass fucked bare from the guy down the street to some big black cock I had met in an ABS last December. I have never tested positive, and as far as I know I never been fucked by a poz guy. However, I know tt does come with the territory. So, I tell him I need to roll. As I need to go help a friend. I jumped in the shower to waah the sex stink off of me. He decided I was not done with his cock and he was right. He jumped in the shower with me and rode my ass for good measure. WE showered and toweled off while I coaxed one more load from his thick black cock. I savored his taste all the way over to Tim’s house. When I got there, I was greeted by a very wet t-shirt clad Tracy. Her sizable tits poked through her shirt and there was little left to the imagination. She always had a nice body, but I really tried to never dwell on it since in my mind she was always off limits. Today, she was exceptionally hot with a little bit of dirt and grime on her. I commenced to fixing the link, it was just a loose pipe, but needless to say, I was soaked to bone before I got it fixed and helped her get the basement clean. Well, that is when she finally caught me looking at her tight 32DD tits. She squealed, “Joey, quit looking at my tits.” She was right, I had been looking at them ever since I got there.. I am sure she could see the hard on I was sporting as well. I was hot, wet and ready to fuck after getting fucked all morning by the big black stud. I did what I would not have done two weeks ago. I pulled her to me, placed her lips on mine and kissed her hard and deep. She fought just a little at the beginning, but by the time I had her upstairs. She was taking my belt off, and pulling my shirt over my head. Soon we were both very naked and I had my hard 6 inch cock buried deep in her shaved snatch. She had her legs wrapped around me and helped me drive my cock deeper into her. She squealed like a pig in heat as her pussy sucked and pulled my cock so deep in her. She came squirting her love juice all over me and their bed. She pulled me deep into her as her toes curled into massive bed soaking orgasm. She told me not to cum in her and I barely nodded an agreement. She no more got those words out of her mouth when I unloaded my nut in her. She could feel my cock spasm as she tried to push me off of her. I just locked my mouth on hers and she soon accepted my cum flooding into her. I was squeezing those ample 32DD’s as my cock grew. She soon begged me to fuck her tits. She cried that Tim never fucked her tits. I pulled my hard dick from her flooded pussy. I flopped my cock tween those massive melons and she squeezed them together. I fucked those lovely tips and wondered why Tim never ever fucked them. She was so skilled at the art of tit fucking. My cock poked through the top of her tits and into her open mouth. Though, I had came twice today once with that massive BBC splitting my ass and once into Tracy’s hot box.. I was getting close to cumming again. Her tits were magnificent and her mouth was so talented. When I felt that I was close to cumming I pulled out of her tits and shoved my cock back in her pussy and flooded her once again. She playfully smacked my ass and scolded me playfully for cumming in her again after she told me not cum in her the first time. When she did that I took the lead and rolled her on her knees and slid my cock right back into her gaping pussy and rode her again till my cock exploded for the third time in her. I left her there in her bed, their bed completely spent with my seed leaking from her fertile pussy. I snickered to myself that her husband has fucked more than a few girls since they got married and Tracy never knew. I looked at it as if she got even with him and so did I. I showered as she slept and even thought about calling some of my black buddies to come over and fuck her, but I thought it would be wise to wait. I am sure she will go through a lot of emotions in the next couple of days before Tim got home.

All I can think about is giving my top pleasure and getting his load or their loads as a reward for my work.

Really Hot Stories.

I ooze precum but rarely get hard when bottoming. But I love, love, love getting bred.

Can hardly wait for more of this hot sounding story.

Ok then, my favorite on here or anywhere else is the one standing behind me with a hard on.

It may be "high school", but it does show some appreciation towards guys who post here to tell them their attributions to the site are valued.

[Moderator's Note: This is an updated/improved version of a post which has now been deleted.] "You drive," he said as the three of us went through the turnstile at the exit of the bookstore. Again, it wasn't a question. "OK. Over here," I said, pointing to my car. I unlocked the doors and climbed in the driver's seat. "Preston and Broadway, right?" "No, drive us to 39th and Cecil," he said. "We got business to do first." I had no ideas where Cecil Street was, so I headed down Main toward 39th street. The deepest, darkest part of West End Louisville. Muhammad Ali, Quincy Jones, Malcolm X had all lived in the area at one time or another. As we passed 10th, the rows of housing projects started. At 17th, I started noticing lots of people in the streets, like we were in a public park. By 25th, the hookers were put. As we neared 39th, I noticed quite a few black boys and men in streets or on the porches passing cigarettes, joints, or pipes back and forth. My big daddy guided me to a tall, three story behemoth of a structure that at one time must have been a mansion. Today, it was boarded up, caked with dirt and dust, and looked like it could fall down at any second. It was also loaded with people, who were spilling out the doors, sitting in windows, or strewn on the lawn in various stages of intoxication. They were brazen with either open drug use, fighting, or public sex, and no cops were in sight. They knew better. This area was lost and there was no getting it back. The new Wild West - no police, no authority, and no rules beyond those of the street. I would get to know this house very well over the next ten months. For tonight though, I was concerned. Ok, not concerned - I was scared shitless. "Park over there," he ordered, pointing about a half block down the street. "There's room over there," I said, pointing to an area near the front of the house. "Bitch, I said to park over there!" he said firmly as he grabbed my forearm and squeezed hard, "Damn.... damn! OK," I said as I glided the car to a stop alongside the curb. "Come on," he said. I followed the two men toward the building, and it felt like I was walking with Moses as we got closer. Anyone on the sidewalk stepped off it and out of our way when we got within ten feet or so. They all stopped talking and and few of them stared at us, but most of them just looked away as we passed. We got to the front door and a very pretty black girl in a bikini greeted us. "Well, holy shit, look who it is." She knew him. And apparently hated him deeply - her voice was a mixture of mockery anddisgust. "And with an entourage, too," she said. She looked me squarely in the eye and turned up her lip. "This your new pussy?" She asked. "Shut the fuck up, Sis, and tell Ken I'm back. And I want a brick." "A brick, damn!" She never took her eyes off of me. "You in trouble, sweetie," she said. "You in it deep!" She turned and went inside. "Follow her," he said as we entered the house. The interior was as unappealing as the exterior, but the dozens of people inside didn't seem to notice. Most were either dead asleep, smoking something, or shooting up. The others were engaged in some sort of sexplay in various combinations and numbers. I was thinking about the syringe again as I wastched a young, naked muscular black boy shooting up while an older white woman sucked his long, flaccid cock. Was it the sex going on making me so hard, or the thought of getting high again? The girl ducked into a room and within a minute came out with a paper grocery bag. We followed her into another room where she locked the door and dumped out the contents of the Kroger bag onto the room's only furniture - a twin bed. He made a low whistle as he sorted through it all. I saw something square wrapped in aluminum foil, glass pipes of various sizes and shapes, a cheap looking spoon (all bent up and burned), a few bags of white or ivory colored powder, a few lighters, and best of all, about a dozen syringes. He opened the aluminum foil and stuck hs ginger in. He licked it off. "Nice. Strong junk," he said to his sister. "Only the best for you," she said sexily as she moved closer to him. She put her hand on his thigh and moved it up toward his crotch. "I'm gonna fix you, don't worry," he said, annoyed. "But I ain't gonna fuck you anymore." "Faggot," she said angrily. Like a flash of lightning, his hand shot out and he hit her right on her temple. "Whore," he said as she crumpled down to the floor. "Junkie." With watery eyes, she said, "Thanks to you, fucker, brother." He wasn't listening. He had turned his attention to the assortment of supplies and handed me a glass pipe with a large chamber at the top, filled...no, stuffed...with white powder. "Smoke it," he said. I put the pipe to my lips as he flicked the lighter. A plume of smoke came out of the top. "Now, draw," he said. I could see the inside of the glass pipe turn white. I sucked on it, blew out a white cloud, and repeated. He handed me the lighter as he turned back to the bed. I don't recall how much time I spent smoking, but as I was watching his sister dreamily rubbing her arm as he removed a syringe, the guy who was with us took the pipe from me and told daddy, "Dragin's out." I was high - beyond it, actually, and Horner than I had ever been. "Whaaaa...I whaannnnaaa get fucked," I slurred. I don't know what came over me, but I crawled toward his sister, climbed on top and slid my cock into her hole as she pushed her tongue is n my mouth. An second or an hour later, I felt my daddy's huge cock pushing into me and then pounding my ass, hard, I forgot all about the girl under me, and concentrated on that hard, huge pole fucking me. And fucking me, And fucking me, And then, a blinding white flash, a huge surge of energy, and every cell in of my body was wrapped in the largest, most blinding, mind-numbing orgasm I gad ever experienced in my nineteen years. I was cumming from my hole and it stretched my being as it shot outward to my extremities. My hole pulsed and spammed, my clock was shooting, and my body was shaking, and the I heard him moan, and as he came in me, he kept pumping hard, gard, harder. Bye was chanting, " Ooh baby....yeah...filling you......giving you my poison...knocking you up, bitch....fuck yeah." And that's the last thing I recall before waking up on my stomach with someone fucking my ass. I tried to turn to see who it was, but my head was smashed onto the floor and held there. All I could see was a dark Palm and a long, thick black dinger as my head was held against the floor. I couldn't move. I didn't want to, really. The fucking increased in speed and intensity, but I was feeling no pain at all. I was floating, delicious waves of warmth enveloping me like a hug, and I started fucking back at the cock entering me. "Yeah, bitch," the man said over and over until he grunted. "I'm cumming in you, bitch," he said. "Awwwwwr," he grunted, as he pushed in hard and started cumming. "Yeah," he whispered, "I'm filling you up, baby. Marking you....fuck, you a good whore. Worth every penny....." he throbbed in me, depositing his load in me until he relaxed. The hand left my head and I felt his breath as he whispered in my ear, "Your pussy got filled up wit my babies," and he withdrew as I laid there, motionless, but my head rolling like I was on a river. I was hornier than ever. I needed fucked, and I knew that I wouldn't be leaving this room anytime soon.

Justin Converts to a Cumwhore A few days after we had met up, I got a call from Justin. “Hey buddy, what’s up?” I asked him “Not much, just been thinking on what we did the other day.” “Yea? What kind of thinking?” “How much I really enjoyed it, and the fact that I want to keep doing it. I really want to take more poz cock and cum, it’s become like a craving to me.” “I know how you feel buddy, I always want cock and cum in my hole. You going to meet up with Ryan and Dave and let them Poz you up?” “Yea, that is why I was calling you. Wondered if you wanted to go with me again. Think I want to try two cocks, but can’t take both of theirs. Was thinking I could take yours and one of theirs.” “I’d be up for that. When were you thinking of meeting up with them again?” “Well, it would have to be over the weekend, as have classes and other shit to deal with.” “Yea, understand that. If you don’t want to wait till then, you can come up here and let Rob and I fuck you. Our cocks are about the same size, so not as big as the daddy cocks.” “I think I could take a little time for that one night this week. When you guys free?” “Right now, any time after 6. Only have weight training practices till after Thanksgiving holiday.” “Cool, think I could come up tomorrow night?” “Yea, we can do that. See you tomorrow Buddy. Just text me and I will meet you and bring you onto campus.” “Great! See you tomorrow and look forward to meeting Rob.” We hung up, and I let rob know that night that Justin was coming over the next night, and that we had to play at being Neg boys even though he wanted Poz cock and cum since he didn’t know about me yet. The next evening as we were walking back to the dorm after weights, I got the text from Justin that he was near campus and where should we meet. I had him wait at the corner he was on and Rob and I jogged over to meet him. Rob let out a low Whistle when he spotted Justin. “Too bad we can’t let him know he is getting Poz loads from us, even if he will be family.” “Yea,” I replied “wait till you slide into him, it is an ass made to be a cumdump.” When we finally got to him, I introduced Justin to Rob, and suggested we head over to the dorm for a bit of fun. On the short walk over, we made small talk, and got to eye each other and start our inner fantasies of how the night would go. Once we were inside, we all fell onto the bed and began to make out with each other as we stripped off clothes. Finally naked, Rob and I began to work over Justin and get him ready to take our bare cocks. I spread his legs and began to rim his tight pucker, getting it lose and slick with my spit for the fucking. Rob kissed Justin and began to play with his cock. After a few minutes, I moved up to his cock and Rob replaced me eating Justin’s ass. The boy was really enjoying our oral skills, but soon he pushed both of us away. “Though I love how your mouths feel, I came here to get both your cocks in my ass, and I really need to get fucked! I need to feel bare cocks in my ass and then feel you shoot in me.” “Wow, for someone who was afraid of barebacking a few days ago, you really are becoming a cumslut.” I said to him “Yea, thanks to you! Now get those cocks in me and stretch me out. Want to feel both of you in me at the same time so I can take those daddy cocks together.” I lay on my back, and Justin straddled me and sank down onto my bare cock. Once I was balls deep in his ass, Rob pushed him down so the two of us were kissing as he spit on his cock and began to slide it into Justin next to mine. Justin let out a groan of pain as his ass was forced open even further to accept Rob’s cock beside mine. But he took it and soon I felt Rob’s balls on top of mine. “You got two cocks in that ass now, how’s it feel buddy?” I asked Justin. “I feel like I am being split in two, but I love the feeling of being so full!” He said. “Wait till you feel us both start moving.” Rob said as he slowly withdrew his cock from Justin then pushed back in as deep as he could go. Rob and I got our rhythm going, and soon we were both really fucking Justin deep and opening him up. “Yea, guys, pound my ass! Give me that cum!” Justin begged us. About 20 minutes after we had first slid into his hole, I could tell that Rob was getting ready to spray Justin’s insides with his poz cum. “Get ready buddy, I’m going to give you my cum.” Rob said. “Give it to me!” Justin all but shouted. A few more pumps and I felt Rob’s cock pulse as he fired off his load into Justin. That sent me over the edge, and I shoved in as far as I could and as I kissed Justin hard began to add my seed to what Rob was pumping into Justin’s bare ass. Rob kissed the back of Justin’s neck and I kept kissing him as we both came down from our climaxes. After several minutes, our cocks softened and popped out of Justin. “Whoa, now I feel completely empty after having both of you in me.” Justin said as we all laid on the bed, chilling out. “Well, I think there is enough cum in you though.” Rob said as he played with Justin’s ass and felt the cum dripping out of him. “Yea, you guys both opened me up in more ways than one.” Justin replied. “But did you enjoy having two cocks in you at the same time?” I asked him. “Oh yea, it was great! I can’t wait to do it again. Going to be one of my new favorite things. Guess I just need to be careful that I don’t get too stretched out and ruin it for when I only have one cock to fuck me.” “You would be amazed at how quickly your ass will recover. And speaking of recovered, I think rob and I are ready for another round with you, if you want.” I said noticing that Rob was getting hard again while playing with Justin’s hole. “I don’t think I can handle both of you fucking me again, but maybe we can do something else I have wanted to try with two guys. Can I get fucked while sucking the other off?” Justin replied. “I think we can handle that.” I said as Rob and I maneuvered Justin so that his head was between my legs and his ass was in the air for Rob to fuck. Rob pounded his ass while I fed him my cock and fucked his throat. After we used him for a good fifteen minutes, I rotated so I was under him and began to suck on his rock hard cock. It didn’t take long till he was shooting his load down my throat. Soon after that I gave him a load of mine to taste as I creamed in his mouth. Rob grunted and told him to take his seed as he shot his second load into Justin’s ass. Again, we all collapsed onto the bed and snuggled for a few minutes. “Well, I hate to cut it short, would love to spend the night fucking away with you both, but I need to get back to my room and ready for tomorrow’s classes. But I really enjoyed it all.” Justin said has he got off the bed and began to rummage through the pile of clothes we had all tossed to the floor. “No problem Buddy.” I said “Any time you want a repeat let me know. I am sure we can fit you in.” “Thanks guys, you really helped me out tonight. I do want to repeat it again soon, but first is to get DP’d with a poz daddy cock to help get me to where I need to be.” Justin said as he finished getting dressed. I got out of bed, threw on a pair of shorts and tee, slipped on my flipflops and grabbed my keys to walk Justin down. “See you Later Rob, and thanks for everything.” Justin said as we walked out the door. “Anytime sexy.” Rob replied as the door closed. Justin and I headed down in silence. At the door to our dorm, I said good bye, and that I would text him about the weekend with the Daddies. He gave me a peck on the cheek and with a wave headed back to his school. I went back up to my room and Rob and I got some studying done before heading to bed.

I put a lot of time in getting my hole ready for use, and take pride in it being spotless and ready for as much pounding as any top can give it. As a rule, if I am playing with a top in a 1 on 1 setting, where ever it may be--my sling/bedroom, the tubs, bar patio--once he is hard and is in my hole, I point blank tell him it is HIS hole, and to use it as he wants to achieve his orgasm, and to tell me if I need to tighten/loosen/ push back/lay still, etc- it is HIS chance to have a great orgasm. Now, sometimes that can cause discomfort for me- esp if he is really into a rough fuck or has a huge long cock-- but when that happens to cross my head- I switch over to thinking about some of the fiction<?> written on here, and what those characters can endure ( yeah, I know it is fictional writing and not reality- but when I think of it, my hole accepts and conforms more to the fuck down I am receiving ) My biggest regret tho is I cannot seem to find those men with the 10+ inch cocks here in Ft Lauderdale that want hole-- I would love to have about 5 or 10 of them who want to use,shape and make my hole adapt to their massiveness for regular service. .But , just seems like so many bottoms here all have the same dream <g>

Very hot story. I've been to Manifest a couple times, but never on the poz4play night. I went on a "regular" night and it was just ok, but you should check out the CumUnion parties there. I've been to them in a few different cities and Atlanta was surprisingly my favorite. Lots of dirty poz talk too. You can check your clothes at CumUnion so there's more of a bathhouse feel

He had it Cumming to Him As we laid there my hard cock still buried inside Tom, I reached for my pipe, took a nice hit and blew it in Tom's open mouth. I gave him a couple shotguns before I fucked another load inside waiting for the next step of our plan. After my third load inside Tom's soon to be poz ass I heard Nick and Kevin cumming through the bedroom door. I placed my full weight on Tom keeping him pinned beneath me which wasn't difficult since he was a skinny guy. Nick put the tourniquet on Tom's arm while Kevin took care of me and I let Tom know yup keep still so neither of us gets hurt. He asked me what was going on, I looked him I the eye and told him it something he was going to really enjoy. Our slam were administers almost simultaneously. I felt Tom's ass spam around my cock as I began to cough as I saw him change from a boy to a cum dump pig like Nick and Kevin had dive to me a couple months back. I pounded another load in Tom before I let Nick and Kevin have their turns. While Nick began to fuck Tom I fed Tom my cock leaving me in position to take Kevin's cock. As Nick pounded away at Tom's ass, Kevin simply edged himself inside my ass. The three of us had a big from knowing that Tom would soon be one of us, and (hopefully with the right guidance) he'd be spreading our shared DNA. As things moved on to Saturday Tom was a willing participant. During a break I took Tom into the bathroom to 'freshen up'. We jumped I the shower and Tim asked me what it was we had given him. I told him that he got a slam of Tina and asked if he liked it too which he replied with a fuck yes as he got on his knees and sucked my cock. Tom worked hard on my cock and soon enough I was blowing my load and Tom was swallowing. Since I had cum several times already it wasn't that large of a load and was probably ready to swallow. We climbed out of the shower to find a couple more guys in the bedroom. I recognized them from the baths where I had met Nick and Kevin. They had slams fixed up for everyone and a bit to my surprise Tom hoped on the bed and said he was ready for his slam. I did the honors and allied the tourniquet and explained what I was doing, just as Nick and Kevin had done with me when they taught me how to slam. I told Tom that I'd teach him a lot over the summer, enough that would get him 'gifting' unsuspecting guys from school......boy did I have plans. As I emptied the slam and removed the tourniquet I heard Tom cough out very hard. I knew that he was getting a strong slam. Nick showed me my slam and I knew it was just as strong as Tom's had received. Nick asked me if I wanted him to administer my slam knowing how fucked up I was going to get after. I agreed and he fixed up my arm. He told me that the guys he invited over have wanted my ass since they saw me I the baths. I looked at Tom as Kevin began fucking him then back at Nick as he was sticking the point in my vein. Nick pulled the needle from my arm, put pressure over the injection site and raised my arm overhead as he pulled the tourniquet from my arm. I felt this hard, this was the biggest Siam I'd ever had I the short time I've been slamming. I hard a ringing in my ears and couldn't focus as I felt my heart beating like it was going to jump out of my chest. I felt someone fingering my hole and felt the familiar burn of a booty bump. One of the new guys began to feed me his cock as the other began to fuck me. Man, was did that fuck feel incredible. For a while I barely noticed Tom who was getting fucked by Nick and Kevin who were taking turns I his ass. As the events progressed they positioned Tom and I so that we could suck each other's limp Tina dicks. Although neither of us were getting hard I definitely knew I was precumming as I felt Tom's dick leaking into my mouth. After we took a little break for fluids Kevin and one of the new guys were laying on their backs with hard cocks pointing to the sky. They got Tom to mount Kevin as I mounted their friend. As we just laid their I saw Nick climb up behind Tom and felt their other friend climb up behind me as Kevin gave Tom another slam and the guy I was riding gave me mine. As the tourniquet was removed I felt the friend behind me start to insert his cock along side his friends as I coughed out. This slam was no where near the one earlier, and as I rode the rush I heard Tom cough out and imagined he was getting Nick's cock shoved in along side Kevin's cock. I felt the two cocks working inside me and it felt amazing to have my ass do full. I could hear Tom moaning and knew he was definitely enjoying himself. We fucked in all kinds of positions until late Sunday afternoon. As I gave Tom a ride home we talked about what had happened. He seem to know that no condoms were used and didn't seem to care since he had just had an incredible time. I asked him if he was worried that we all fucked bare. He admitted that he was at first but the realized that it was too late to worry. As I asked him if we fuck I the future would he want to use a condom he told me he liked not having to 'fuck around' with a condom, stopping to put one on and loose the sensation of a great fuck. I then asked if he was worried if he got something from while there over the past couple days he replied asking me if he needed to worry?

I just started because I wanted to see how it feel, always hearing other peoples stories . I think its amazing and you feel that throbbing dick, Im hooked, ots an amazing feeling andits the ultimate way to say you are definetly gay

Finally had an opportunity to breed a guy whilst in Brisbane. Gay guys are so flakey here. The guy that came through in the end was a negative guy that had no issue taking my undetectable load. I called him my cumslut and made him take it hard. Bred him deep. He wants more before I leave.

Hey Dad, do you have an update? I have some experience editing if it would help.

In the box I was carrying was my papers, all my jockstraps and a few shorts and Ts - that's all he allowed me to bring. I insisted on the papers because of my art course - I did most of it at uni, but still needed them. Marco made it clear that were it up to him, I would drop the course so I could be come his bitch full time. It was two days since we first fucked. When we woke up, it was dark, and Marco made some conditions before I groggily left, as I'd pretty much agreed to be his houseboy offer. He told me to bring the essentials I needed and I would live in the room down the hallway - though he said I would likely be sleeping with him most nights. 'Essentials' basically meant my underwear - he said that was all I need to wear while staying with him - the rest was for the rare times I would go out to the city. Marco, it turned out, loved walking around the house and even outside buck naked - the house was far from any neighbours, and far enough from the beach for him to flaunt his amazing body all he wanted. It was the start of summer, so there was no need for anything else, he said. I was still in a haze. I didn't say anything (mostly because I was scared) but I was terrified I'd gotten POZed by Marco. I still fixated on his 'Don't Know' status. Every time I sneezed, I started to think, this could be it. I would break into a cold sweat - and then a tiny part of me told me it was exactly what I deserved. I would start to get hard. Then I shook myself and pushed it from my filthy mind. I arrived and let myself in. I went upstairs to my room and started to unpack - it only took a few minutes to put the papers on the desk and the jocks in a drawer. Apparently this was the guest bedroom, but there were posters of gay pornstarts on the wall - really beefy ones, the kinds I liked. At least he's trying to keep me in the mood, I thought. Marco appeared in the doorway, with just some jocks on. God, he was hot. "Come on, babe." It was another of Marco's conditions. He would call me by my real name anymore - it was babe if he was being affectionate, slut, whore, pussy, cumdump, etc when he was fucking me. This was probably the one that turned me on the most. "I'm taking you to a party tomorrow, and I want your ass to get some practice." I didn't understand what he meant, but I followed him to his room. Half of me wanted to kick myself for doing this, and the rest of me just wanted his dick pumping into me again. We both stripped and started making out - I took off my t-shirt and shorts clambered on top of him in a red jockstrap and he slid his tounge down my throat. Without pulling away, he took a bottle of lube from the bedside table and squirted it into his hand, and started smearing it into my ass, then into my hole with his fingers. I had showered and cleaned it up, but hadn't douched - I couldn't bring myself to buy one. "You're ass is too tight man. I'm loosen it up for you...turn round." "Um, don't guys like fucking tighter holes?" I asked stupidly, while he lubed his throbbing cock. He laughed, more a quiet bark. "Yeah, I do. But it isn't going to stay like that." He took my shoulders in a powerful grip and slowly pushed it in me. Like before, it hurt, but I could at least take it without yelling. He eased it into me and a minute later he was pounding me, hard and rythmically, and I moaned and groaned with every thrust. I forced his status out of my mind and my cock got rock hard. He started stroking it and I nearly fell into a trance. I felt my whole body flushing, with my ass numbly cramping in pain. After what felt like five minutes of my ass getting railroaded, he pulled out (It felt like I had just taken a huge dump) turned me round to face the head board and put my head on the pillow. He grabbed me by the jocstrap and forced his cock back down my hole, but grinded very slowly. He layed himself on my back. "Let me lay out how tomorrow's going to go for you, while I seed your fucking ("Ow!") pussy." I groaned and put my hands on his ass as he kept grinding. "We're going to go to a wood construction site near the beach. It's supposed to be a house, but they ran out of money a few years ago. One of my mates bought the rights to it and built a few rooms downstairs. Every one in a while, guys like me bring a few hot asses down there for some fun." I nodded. I didn't have breath to do much else. "Tomorrow night, boy, we got something amazing. We got some boys, some older, most of them younger than you, most of them new to breeding, like you are. Some are coming with their daddies - and I mean literally, their daddies. There are going to be lots of tops too. Some of them have a positive attitude, get it?" It meant they were Poz. I gasped in fright. My cock got a little harder. 'We're going to play a few games with you boys, okay? Some are going to leave there with a few gifts in their asses. It's gonna be chance. Sounds fun huh?" I wanted to tell him it was sick. I also wanted to thank him from the bottom of my heart. But I'd found an opener to the quetion I was dying to ask. "But I thought you pozzed me already?" I gasped through thrusts. "I don't know. Maybe I did, slut. I've fucked a lot of holes in the last few years, so I don't know what I've got, but my mates like to keep track." He squeezed on of my nipples. "I'm just making sure." I fought with myself. I desperately wanted that hot seed in my ass. I also wanted to run away. Marco started groaning, and my mind was made up. "You want that load, babe?" "Fuck, yeah..." He spread his legs, and pushed his arms on my shoulders and started to pounce up and down my ass. I groaned and yelped every time he came down on me. Maybe I'd regret it, but right there and then, I resolved that I would drop out of uni and let Marco breed me all day and whore me out to his gift-giving friends. My secret dirty, fantasy come to life. I didn't want to paint flowers any more, I wanted to spend it getting my hole wreaked. "Oh, fuck, YEAH...!" Marco collapsed on me, and squeezed my chest, and I could feel a stream of something warm flood my hole. He stayed on top of me for nearly fifteen minutes, before climbing off the bed. I just lay there like an idiot, gazing at nothing. "Take a shower, babe. I want you clean tomorrow." End of Part 2.

I worked my way out from underneath the large, black man, as the girl came over and shook him roughly. He barely stirred in his sleep. "He gonna be out for a while. You must have done it up big," she said matter of factly. I, meanwhile, was turning a new shade of crimson, and was picking mu my clothes and getting dressed as quickly as I could. "I need to go," was all I could think to say. She just shrugged and said, "If you say so," she walked out the door, and I followed a few seonds later. I looked around, but she had literally disappeared - there was no one out, only cars driving down Fourth. I hightailed it back to 4th and main - a long trek. Had I really followed him all that distance? I breathed a sigh o f relief when Imsaw my car. I unlocked it, started up, and sped back toward the 'burbs. As I walked in, my dad was just leaving for work. He gave me a wink on his way out, and put his hands up to his chest to mimick a set of large breasts. I smiled weakly and ran up to my room. In the shower, I started feeling funny - a little dizy, a little sick to my stomach. I shook it off when I realized that his two huge loads were involuntarily seeping out of my hole. I felt like a slut, and loved it! I knew right then, without a doubt, that I loved sex with me. I was, as my dad would say with derision so often, a "fag." But at that moment, with cum dripping onto the shower floor, I could care less.. I got a man of with my hole - no, my pussy, as he callled it. I have a pussy, and it makes huge black men cum. I got hard, jacked off, and sat on my bed, thinking about where I could get more guys to fuck me. *** *** *** Fast-forward three days and 11 hours. I am back in the bookstore with my ass pressed up against a hole in the wall. An unknown dick is pumping in an out of my wet hole, sloshing around a load from the last cock. The bookstore is a can't-miss hookup. I have been fucked four times, and each one was as diferent as the last. But none were as good as my black daddy. I had not sen him since that morning I ran out of his place, buttoning my pants on the way out the door. The man on the other side of the wall groaned and shot his load. I milked his cock with my hole, and he eventually slid out and left the booth. I buttoned up,my Brittanica jeans and peeked out the door for a glimpse of my latest fuck a short, dumpy white guy, middle aged, was waddling out of the peeps. He left a nice load in me. Too bad for his wife, i got it instead. And then, just like last time, there he was. Standing outside of a booth, rubbing his crotch and staring right through me. I felt cold inside, then my ass twitched and my dick started to inflate again. He ran a hand all the way down the length of his cock, bulging through that same pair of checked pants. It was onscenely huge. Had i really taken that whole thing. "Hey, bboy," he said. "You back again?" I walked over to him, my pussy went with fresh cum. "I haven't been able to think about anything but you laying on top of my." "You got a fine pussy. Suck the cum right out of a man's dick." Despite the roughness and crudity, I was proud, and more than a little turned on. " I can do it again," I said. He turned and walked into the movie theater. I knew what that meant by nnow,, so I followed close behind. Once we got inside, i dropped to my kneews. In seconds, his cock was down my throat. "Damn, baby," he said. "You got a pussy in your yeah, eat dat dick."mouth, too!" I just grunted as Ii kept working his dick. Within a few minutes, I felt a new set of hands on my head, and heard another voice, thick with ghetto accent, whisper, "Yeah, boy, eat dat dick." I obliged - all the way down,and ran my tongue over his heavy balls. He moaned. "Damn!" Said the new guy. "I want some of that!" "Five bucks," said my man. What?! I was being sold? Instead of shock or shame, I felt hugely flattered. "Fuck dat," said the new guy as he backed off. My man responded, "That's another five." The new guy stopped in his tracks. He moved closer, looking me over as I kept throating that giant cock. "Yeah, but not here." "Let's go," my man said as he pulled his dick from my throat. "Come on, girl," he said. I followed. What else could I do? I knew I wanted those cocks to fuck me. In the back of my mind, I was also hoping that he'd have more of whatever was in that needle.

I cannot understand barebackers who do something risky such as smoking.

Trying to make the top blow the biggest load he has ever had.

I would add SLING and FUCKBENCH to the list. Most guys don't have quick access to that stuff at home or in the locker room or campout or wherever fucking happens spontaneously. But taking it in the sling or on a fuckbench is way fuckin hot.

His face was looming closer and closer as I felt his enormous piece of meat nudging at my hole. It might have been whatever was in that syringe, or it might have been how hot I was for this huge, dangerous man, but all I could see were his two eyes almost floating above me, giant black pools of liquid that seemed to have no bottom. "Yeah, you're fucked now," I heard from a distance. It echoed a few times in my head. I felt myself rolling a bit, kind of like when you're on a raft out in the ocean. Suddenly a little nauseous, I closed my eyes to try to gather myself, but that just increased all of the sensations I was feeling, both good and not-so-good. I had that delicious free floating feeling, while at the same time I also felt like I was about to vomit. I felt my eyes rolling as I tried to get a grip when suddenly I felt my hole expand involuntarily. He felt it too, and he shoved a few inches of his meat inside me. I was surprised that there was no pain - I guess the speedball was taking care of that. Instinctively, I lifted my legs, wrapped them as far around him as they would go, and then dug in. I literally fucked my ass onto the rest of his cock, swallowing it all with my ass in one swift motion. Again, no pain at all, just sensation of skin-on-skin, of his cock sliding deeper into me. I could feel every vein, every crease of my ass, bump and nuance of his cock as I quickly slid down on it all the way to the root. In my high, I could actually visualize what it looked like as the head of his cock split me open and buried deeper in me than anyone, or anything, had ever been. As I hit the base with my ass, those floating eyes looked surprised for a second, then rolled up into his head as he let out a long moan. "Yessssssss, baby, that's it. Take that cock all the way. Show me how bad you want it. You a natural baby. We gonna turn you out good." I tried to ask him what that meant but I was still unable to manage anything other than a garble of sounds. "You feeling it, aren't you?" he said. Again, it was not a question. "Yeah, I got you. You gonna get used to this real quick, and so am I." With that, he started to withdraw his cock - a process that seemed to last for fifteen minutes, though in real-time it might have must been two or three seconds. He then spit on his hand, rubbed it on his dick, and then slowly slide back into me. This time, it seemed smoother, no veins or bumps. He repeated that process five or six times - I lost count in the growing euphoria - and on each downstroke, I would shiver as his cock bumped into and ran along my prostrate. Then he got to work. All at once, he pulled out completely, and then shoved the entire length back into me. This time, I felt it. Not enough heroin on the planet could have dulled that pain. My legs shot out straight, every muscle straining, but I was only able to yelp weakly. My ability to speak was still caught in the swirling vortex of the drugs, and I could see the words I wanted to say swirling around over my head. I tried to grab them, but they stayed out of reach. Then, most blinding pain as he yanked it out and whipped it back in with even greater force. On the third stroke, pulled out, grabbed a handful of Crisco ("When did he get that?" I weakly thought, "And why didn't I see it swirling around up there with all my words?") and rubbed it all over his cock, then shoved it back in again. This time, other than he stabbing sensation of his length, there was no pain - only intense pleasure as he massaged my prostrate on his trip to my center. He held his cock in me and leaned down again, my legs once again instinctively wrapping around him. His mouth leaned down to mine, and I felt his warm lips touch mine. His breath was surprisingly sweet, and the feel of his tongue as it entered my mouth was velvety smooth. I sucked on his tongue like it was a cock, and he fucked my mouth with it. It was then that I noticed that his hips were moving again, now in perfect rhythm with the tongue that was moving in and out of my mouth. That amazing floating feeling of perfection had returned, and I finally started enjoying that rolling sensation. I was able to envision every cell of my body, each and every one being filled on an assembly line with exquisite pleasure - the sensation of being fucked properly for the first time - and then returned to my body with a tingle of joy. My hips started moving to meet his thrusts. I wanted - no, needed - that cock in me as deep as it would go. On each downstroke, I wiggled my ass to try to get a few extra centimeters in me, and then as he withdrew, I concentrated on relaxing every muscle in my ass to make for a smooth, easy withdrawal. Then he would press back in again, and the friction from his invading cock became the center of the universe until he hit bottom. Then my wiggle and his gasp. Faster and faster it went, his tempo increasing, and my hips bouncing up off the bed to rise up and meet him. He was pounding me now, but I was pounding him back - my heels digging into him every bit as much as his cock was digging into me. All I could focus on was the need to feel him inside me, as deep as possible. I felt him biting into my shoulder, then licking my neck, then his tongue all over my ear, then gripping my head and holding it while he shoved his tongue in my mouth - all during the time that we were fucking each other, hard. I needed him deeper, and deeper, and never felt so full and fulfilled as when he hit bottom. On each downstroke, that instinctive wiggle I gave caused him to shudder just a little. He was fucking harder and harder, and I was taking every thrust like a cheap bathhouse whore. Then he buried his face in my neck, sped up even more, started moaning, "Oooh, baby, ooooh baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah....." Even as inexperienced as I was, I knew what that meant. His hips kept moving faster and faster, sending me into the stratosphere, and then he gave one last thrust inward and held it. At that second, I finally managed to lock my ankles together and wiggled the last inch of his cock into me even further, and that did it. He let out a long groan, and I could feel his cock jetting his cum into me, spurt after heavy spurt. He kept moaning, "Yeah....yeah...." with each spurt, his baritone voice low and tickling every inch of me. It seemed to go on for hours, but I know it could not have been that long. Still, I counted at least fourteen pumps from his balls into my guts before he finally let out a long breath. He laid on top of me for an unnaturally long period of time. He was absently licking my neck or rubbing my sides, and then the most amazing thing happened - I felt his hips move again, felt his cock withdraw, and then felt him slowly spear back into me. He had not gone soft and fallen out of me like I expected. Instead, he was embarking on a second fuck, just minutes after filling me with his seed. I let out a long moan, and involuntarily burst loose with my own orgasm on his third stroke. I shook against him as he held his cock deep inside me, moving it back and forth only by a few inches, "Yeah, baby. Cum on my dick. That's it. Show me how much you love it. Keep cumming! Yeah! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!" Every time he said it, I would cry out and another volley of cum would rise out of the depth of my soul, shoot through my balls at lightning speed, and get ejected from the tip of my cock, bathing us both in buckets of my cum. I never came so much or so hard in my life, my head uncontrollably moving back and forth and the most animalistic noises coming from my throat. Was I really making those sounds? We fucked our way to another climax for each of us, this one for me being far less intense but still incredible. As the last bit of my cum splattered onto his chest, he move down again, those huge black eyes once again filling my vision, and he rubbed our bodies together, using my cum as a lubricant. He gave me a tender kiss or two, and then just laid on top of me. My legs finally unhooked from around him, fell to our sides, and we both drifted off to sleep. I have no idea how long we slept, but we were both awakened by a bright bolt of light coming from the outside door as it burst open. I heard a young, female voice saying "Daddy, Momma sent me over to get my....." I craned my head to see a coltish girl, maybe my age or younger, standing in the front doorway. Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor as she stopped mid-sentence. The man on top of me was still snoring heavily as I tried to get out from underneath him, panicked and no longer able to breathe because of his heavy weight on top of me. But I couldn't get him off me and he was not waking up nearly quickly enough!

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…

Hey, pigs -- I'm working on the next part of the story. In the meantime, I figured you might appreciate this little series of photos I shot last night...

Part Two Cory settled into his job as a substitute teacher along with tutoring he made enough to get a small apartment and moved out on his own. He kept his friendship with Nathan and hoped to ‘tutor’ him when he could find the opportunity. The opportunity arose when Cory’s step father had a long business trip and decided to have Cory’s mother come along so that they could make it the honeymoon they couldn’t have since they didn’t want to leave Nathan alone. With Cory around they felt he could look after him for the 2 weeks they would be gone. Cory jumped at the chance to be alone with Nathan and offered to watch his stepbrother. Cory agreed to stay at the house with Nathan and came to the house after school on Friday. Their parents left earlier on that day and Cory had plans for that weekend. He began his plan taking Viagra to get him nice and hard, then he went into the den to stick a nice bareback porn in the DVD player and invited Nathan to join him watching some TV. As the stepbrothers relaxed after a long day, Cory pulled out his glass pipe and began to smoke away. Nathan noticed his stepbrother “What’s that you’re smoking?” Cory answered “It’s called Tina.” Nathan then asks “What’s Tina?” Corey was direct and told him “Tina is something that enhances sex.” Nathan sat on the couch and fidgeted some as his cock began to stir before he asked “Who are you going to have sex with?” Cory looked at him and answered “I’m not sure yet, I might have someone come over here if you’re ok with that.” Nathan sat quiet still struggling with his stiff cock when he said “Why have someone come over when I’m here with you and we can have sex.” Cory knew he had Nathan’s interest peaked and needed to cement his intentions. He told Nathan “I’m not sure you’re ready for a guy like me yet.” Nathan asked his stepbrother “Why not?” Cory looked at him and let him know “I need someone who will do what I want and not complain about anything. Cory knew he had his stepbrother hooked when Nathan told him “I’ll do as you tell me and won’t complain. I want to have sex and your hot bro.” Cory added “If I were to let you play with me, you can’t say a word to anyone, not even my mom and your dad.” Nathan agreed and promised “I swear I won’t say a word to anyone, especially your mom and my dad.” Cory motioned for Nathan to move closer to him on the couch as he offered him a hit off his Tina pipe. As he lit the torch he told Nathan “When I tell you, I want you to put your lips on the pipe and start slowly inhaling. Once you’ve taken as much into your lungs as you can, then you are to hold it until I tell you to let it out, understand?” Nathan shook his head in agreement as the smoke began to swirl in the bowl. Cory nodded his head and told Cory “Start sucking in that smoke bro.” Nathan took a decent size hit as Cory made him hold it a lengthy time before telling him to exhale. Cory commented “Not bad for your first try, but I know you can do better.” Cory lit the torch and heated up the bowl and had Nathan do 2 more hits before he did one of his own. He then asked Nathan “How are you feeling there bro?” Nathan felt the temperature jump in the room as his hear began to beat faster. Nathan let Cory know “I’m feeling very warm and tingly all over. Is that what I’m supposed to feel?” Cory answered “Yes, that’s normal. I’m feeling warm too. Why don’t we get comfortable?” as he took his shirt off. Nathan followed Cory’s lead as he also removed his shirt as Cory lit the torch again and offered Nathan a couple more hits before doing his own. Cory could see Nathan’s pants tenting has his cock began to grown. He knew his stepbrother was just starting to get spun as he told him “I’m going to do a big hit off the pipe, then I’m going to blow the smoke into your mouth as you breathe it in, ok?” Nathan nodded yes as Cory began to take a big hit off the pipe. He brought his lips very close to Nathan’s as he blew the smoke out and Nathan tried his best to breathe the smoke into his lungs. Cory knew this wouldn’t be all that effective as lit the torch again and let Nathan know “We’re going to try that again, but this time just follow my lead.” Cory then took a deep hit off the pipe and locked lips with Nathan and exhaled the smoke directly from his lungs into Nathan’s. Cory kept a tight seal as Nathan began to breathe out and he took the smoke into his lungs before he sent the smoke back into Nathan’s. After Nathan let the smoke back into Cory’s lungs he breathed it out through his nose and turned their shotgun into a deep kiss. This was Nathan’s first kiss and Cory wanted it to be a good one. Cory managed to get the DVD player going while the two kissed so that when the kiss broke Nathan got his first look at gay porn, and it was bareback porn video. Nathan was high and horny as Cory’s hands rubbed his hard cock through his pants. Nathan followed Cory’s lead and found his stepbrother’s 7” hard cock. When the kiss broke Cory asked Nathan “How are you feeling now?” Nathan answered “I’m feeling great. What do you want to do next?” Corey told Nathan “I think it’s time for you to learn how to suck cock.” Cory accentuated his comment by grabbing his hard 7” through his shorts. Nathan was mesmerized due to the Tina he had smoked and the idea of finally getting to have sex. He watched as Cory stood up and dropped his shorts revealing a nice cock with a set of shaved balls. Cory moved closer to Nathan getting his cock closer to his stepbrother’s lips. Nathan licked his lips before letting the tip into his mouth. He did his best to suck Cory’s cock with direction from Cory. He was able to get almost all of it into his mouth before he gagged. Cory let him know “Don’t worry bro, we’ll work on you getting that cock into your throat over time.” Nathan stroked Cory’s cock as he looked up at his stepbrother. Cory pulled him to his feet as they kissed again. Cory loosened Nathan’s belt and pants as the two kissed and when they were both naked Cory put the next part of his plan into action. He asked Nathan “Are you having fun so far little bro?” Nathan answered “Yes I am.” Cory reminded him “You promised to do as I tell you right?” Corry simply nodded yes as the two kissed again and sat down on the couch. Cory then pulled out two prepared points. He let Nathan know “It’s time to take this to the next level. If you enjoyed smoking Tina and you’re going to love slamming Tina.” Nathan sat on the couch a little stunned at what was going on realizing his promise and was ready to accept what Cory was offering. Nathan was eating up the attention he was receiving from his older stepbrother and was going to comply with whatever Cory wanted him to do. He sat and watched Cory work a tourniquet on his left arm, then as he looked for a good vein before he wiped the area with alcohol. Cory then let Nathan know “I’m going to stick this into your vein and then you’ll really be enjoying yourself.” Cory stuck the point in the vein and registered the customary flash of blood as he let Nathan know “You will probably feel this go into your chest and throat and might feel like you can breath for a second before you cough out. Don’t panic, it will be ok.” Cory then emptied the point, pulled it from Nathan’s vein and removed the tourniquet. Nathan felt the Tina move into his chest and throat as he coughed out hard and began to hear a ringing in his ears and had trouble focusing even with his glasses on. Cory pulled his glasses off as Nathan lay there on the couch as he did his own slam. After Cory coughed out he looked down at his now very fucked up stepbrother and asked him “How are you feeling now?” Nathan was breathing fast and answered “OH FUCK! I feel great.” Cory leaned in and the two kissed as they enjoyed their mutual rush.

The following is purely a work of fiction from my perverted mind and any similarities between anyone living or dead is purely coincidental also any statements made to the benefits of having HIV or taking meds is totally fictitious as well. Monday morning came and I was up as usual around 6, the sounds of the swim team doing morning warm up laps, I pulled on a Jock strap and headed down stairs to make some coffee. I plopped a pod in the Keurig and went to pick up the paper from the front porch, returned to the kitchen to find a couple wrestlers playing grab ass around the table and a kiss from Jay who was getting ready to hop on his bike, to head over to class for a early class. I checked the White board in the hall (had the weeks scheduling of classes, rides, workouts for each of the guys) and saw I had three guys riding in with me that morning at 7:45. I drank my coffee while I skimmed through the paper, walked down the hall and showered, my soapy body glistening for the two divers to see, who were making out in across the shower room, having just exited the steam room. I wrapped a towel around me and headed upstairs to dress, I received a couple cat calls from various team members and reached my room feeling hot and bothered again. I quickly dressed and found my way back to the front door, collected my rideshare boys and headed out to the campus. I parked the car and bid ado to the boys as I headed to my office and the guys headed off to classes. Upon arriving at my office, Sam my secretary’s student assistant delivered a confidential envelope to me and retreated from my office. I noticed it was from Dennis the team doctor and set it aside for now. I went over my notes for my morning class and proceeded to the gym/weight room for the lesson to begin. My morning class consisted of 16 males and 10 females including Jessica from Friday night’s party. I went over the syllabus with the class and the grading requirements then had them all fill out the required release forms for safety instruction on the equipment. As they read over the forms I looked over the specimens I had before me. They ranged from the large guy who needed to lose some fat to showcase his muscles, to the skinny twink boy who needed to bulk up as well as some very shapely boys and girls. They finished filling out the paperwork and I went over the class dress code once again and dismissed the class. Upon returning to my office I opened the manila folder from Dennis, and read its contents. It was a preliminary report of the blood test that he and his assistance had taken the previous week of the team members: Test given: Syphilis Gonorrhea Chlamydia 14 - 16 - 12 – 5 + 3 + 7+ Of course there were no names, but it was obvious that some of the guys were caring some STI’s into our little group at home. Dennis had also included a short note which indicated these results were prior to the weekend’s sex parties and he would be retesting the boys and me in a future spot check. He also asked that I keep these results to myself and not alert the boys, but would contact the guys himself and treat them as he saw fit. I smiled to myself thinking that maybe he was as warped as me when it came to gifting. Lunch came and I met with Andy for lunch, letting him know that everything was going good. Andy discussed various department goals and consulted me on the prospects of bring home some awards at this year’s tournaments and such, he then asked how the gifting of the team was going along and I told him it was still too early for documentable results with a evil grin on my face. Lunch ended early and I walked Andy back to his office, he opened the door and invited me in, I began undressing him as he closed the door and had him bent over the desk before his pants hit the ground. I spit on his hole and another on my palm to rub into my cock, placing the head next to his hole I pushed in and impaled him in one thrust, It had to be a quick fuck as our lunch time was quickly deteriorating as I pounded the Athletic directors sweet insides into cum dump submission. I pulled out almost all the way and slid back home several times while the tingling in my balls and shaft began to signal my impending release. I fired off volley after volley into Andy’s waiting hole and coated his guts with my sperm. I pulled up my sweats and helped Andy with his slacks before kissing him a goodbye and whispering in his ear that he might want to see Doctor Dennis in a day or two. I returned to my office and had Charles my assistant text my captains and Jay for a meeting that afternoon, before heading to my afternoon class. The class was mostly males and mostly very well fit ones at that, I had to concentrate on the lesson and not their hot bodies. Many of the students were athletes on other teams at the college and were taking the class to fulfill the requirements for their general education or their degree program. A couple was members of my teams, I knew this would be a hot class to teach, and getting to know the students would be a fun challenge. We started off on basic sports nutrition, and I mentioned that individual diets would be set up with each student during my office hours. We covered the syllabus and I dismissed the class. I returned to my office and began stroking my cock beneath my workout sweats. I was just getting into a good session and was leaking precum as a knock on my door announced the arrival of my captains Jay entered first followed by Steve, Bill, and Tony, they all made the usual “hi coach” greeting and once the door was closed each planted a hot wet kiss on me, Jay groping my hard cock and balls. “ so coach what’s up, besides your hot cock” Steve asked “ well I wanted to meet with you guys to plan our next step in making this a brotherhood of athletes, You have all received my special gift and I suspect will be sharing that with your teammates.” I replied “coach can you make this a quick one as Tony and I are feeling kind of under the weather and Bill seems to be coming down with it as well” Steve asked. “well this could be a good sign that the gift has taken my horny swim captain” I paused a second then finished with “we have had a good start at the house but we need to have all the teams members be at the house for next Fridays team meeting, we have at least 6 or 7 guys still living at the dorms on each team and we need to start bonding with those brothers as well” Bill and Tony were groping each other and Steve was fondling Jay, I walked over to Jay and whispered in his ear “want to fuck your bros to make sure it has taken” Jay got a wicked grin on his face and bent over to kiss Steve and fondle him back. I walked over and caressed Tony’s hardening nipples beneath his wrestling tog as he fondled Bill’s cock beneath his speedo. Within moments my office was the site of a hot four way with Jay sucking Steve and Bill and tony being serviced by me. Jay pulled Steve’s speedo trunks away and began deep throating his hard cock while playing with his tight hole. I was slowly undressing Tony and soon had my throbbing cock buried deep in his ass, while he sucked and slurped his way up and down Bill’s cock. Having edged before they arrived it took me little time to fill Tony with my toxic seed, then I pulled out slowly and began sliding my still hard cock into Bill, Jay had Steve bent over and was drilling his hole with a quick paced fuck. Jay grunted and planted his seed deep in Steve as I pumped Bill for another few moments before letting out my second volley deep in his guts. I told the boys to catch the next bus home and to get some rest, as if it was the fuck flu they would be sick for several days and they couldn’t afford to miss too much school or practice. The boys left and my cock was still hard, I began stroking it again when Charles knocked then entered my office to drop off some forms. “Gee coach you look hot and bothered, ya need some help with that monster?” at which he sunk to his knees and began tonguing my engorged cock head between his lips. Charles was a skinny young lad of 19 tall and lanky but with a hot ass on him, not really athlete material but wanna be jock all the same. As he deep throated me I caressed his ass cheeks and slipped my hand down his pants to discover he wasn’t wearing underwear and his crack was slippery and damp with sweat and I suspected something more. I stood him up and undid his pants to reveal a fat 8 inch uncut cock standing at attention, Ignoring his cock I spun him around and dived into that heavenly crack, as I rimmed him my suspicions were confirmed his ass was seeping cum and I slurped up the juice then stood up and took him as he bent over my desk, I varied my strokes and rode his sweet hole for a good 15 minutes “fuck me coach, fuck me aw yes it feels so good fuck me coach” I was about to blow so I asked him “ok boy where you want coaches cum” “Shoot inside me coach like you do with your players” I let out a howl and deposited my dirty cum up his ass. As I pulled out he reached around and fingered his hole, then sucked on his digits to taste my gift. “Thanks coach, now I feel like I’m on your team” little did he realize that I had just Shot a load of Pos cum into his negative hole. TBC- classes continue- athletic events

Brian Had arrived with his partner Dennis just before the buffet was set out and I had Steve and Jay introduce them around. During dinner Brian and Dennis came over to talk to me. Brian informed me that Dennis would be the team physician and that he would be conducting team physicals in the morning before classes began on Monday. The evening was filled with hot sex and good food, Steve, Jay, Tony and Billy all worked their way around to the various groups of guys engaged in acts of spewing their seed, and they even managed to seed a few of the sluttier guys. I called the group together around 9 and went over the schedule of chores and the house rules, I went over the times that the gym and saunas would be available for use. At around 10 I called lights out and had the boys retire to their rooms, although I heard sounds of rutting well into the night. The next morning at 7 I got up and most of the guys had already began their morning rituals of preparing for the day, about four of the swimmers were already swimming laps and the wrestlers were pumping iron in the gym while the divers seemed to be doing stretches and calisthenics. I called them in to the great room around 8 and Dennis and two of his interns arrived shortly after. They spit the boys up in groups of 6 with me filling in the last slot, each group was taken off to the shower room and stripped and examined each boy and myself were asked to pee in a vessel and blood was taken from each. Dennis and the interns also did an oral HIV swap on each boy to determine exposure. Of course Tony, Billy, Jay and my test came up Positive, and Dennis handed me the results of the other boys in a sealed envelope after about 35 minutes of compiling the data. Dennis Gave me a shit eating grin and whispered to me that he would help me in Any way possible, he also asked if he could come to my office later and get some special training. The boys were all still naked when I returned to the great room; sitting around shooting the shit, I then began “Welcome, my students, athletes, boarders, as you all know I’m not just your coach but now your landlord. I expect every one of you to respect the rules of the house and to obey them, I went over them last night and they were simple enough. I will also hopefully become your mentor and confidant during the upcoming term. We will soon become more like brothers than roommates and expect you to act like brothers as well. We will become the unofficial fraternity on campus of athletes; secretly know as Psi Omicron Zeta. Your initiation and pledge period has already begun, We still have a few more guys to move in but as you may have deducted by now we all like the company of the male gender, while some also prefer females occasionally we will all become very close and I ask you respect each other’s limits. This morning you were given physicals not only to make sure you are of prime condition but to judge your sexual status as well, our team doctor will be monitoring you throughout the term. We are here to have fun and learn and hopefully win some races and tournaments, I also expect that the teams will not form cliques but will cross athletic lines and comingle with their brethren” I then had them line up around the room for inspection, I started with a cute blonde boy who seemed to be aroused, he stood there as I inspected his naked torso and fondled his lengthening meat, precum began dribbling out his piss slit “you like this boy” “yes sir” , I signaled to Steve who came over and bent the boy over and began fondling and rimming the boys hole, soon Steve slid his cock into the boys hole and began fucking him with abandon. As I inspected the room I paired the boys off and soon had a fuck feast, even the interns got a bit of my boys. One intern, James came up to me after getting his ass loaded by a couple of the athletes came up to me and whispered in my ear, “coach Frank I want your cock buried in my ass shooting your gift deep in me” and proceeded in sliding his asshole down my shaft and working his cum filled hole up and down my cock, he began kissing me and kept working his hole, grasping my cock on the up stroke and loosing on the down. I picked him up with my cock still buried in his body and laid him back on the sofa and began plunging my tool deep into his bowel before blasting my load into his gut. I told the boys to clean up and hurried upstairs to shower for work. I arrived at my office around 11 and began working on my lesson plans for my first class on Monday “physical conditioning for the everyday athlete” and my “ Weight training for health” class as well I gave the syllabuses to the secretary to duplicate for the classes and returned to my office, just in time for Dennis to greet me at my office door. I invited him in and took my seat behind my desk, He sat in the chair opposite and in a professional doctor tone asked if I had looked at the results he had given me. I hadn’t so I reached over and opened the envelope: 18 tests given, 4 Positive 14 negative for HIV No names were listed just the cumulative results, I looked at Dennis and he said it would be a violation of patient doctor confidentiality to disclose identities even to me but he told me that Billy, Lenny and I were three of the POZ results, I asked if Jay was the fourth and he said no, so he hadn’t been infected long enough for the results to show yet, which left another member of the team who was Poz and most likely didn’t know yet. Dennis told me that more results would come when the blood work came back on each. Dennis then shifted his tone and began asking me about my health, how long I had been Poz (about 10 years), if I was taking meds (not currently), How long I had been off meds ( about a year), Which of the boys I had had unprotected sex with (Jay, Steve, Tony, Bill, David, Paul, Mark, Marcus, and that morning with his intern James), He grinned and mumbled “that little slut, by the way he’s my little STI junkie, who knows what he might have given you in return” he then said for me to strip, and pulled out some things from his bag, he swabbed my ass and my piss slit. He then proceeded to finger my ass making me hard, soon precum was oozing out my slit and he took my cock deep in his throat as more fingers found their way into my ass. He led me over to the sofa and turned me around as he plunged his cock into my spit slicked hole, he fucked me raw and hard till he shoot his load deep into me. “James and I played last night and I just wanted to make sure if he was carrying anything, that you have it too”, He pumped his cock deep in my hole a few more times working the seed into my ass then pulled out, licking my hole to remove any stray cum. “so it’s my turn to take your special cream deep now” as he offered up his hole, my drooling cock found its way to the opening and plunged in deep. I pumped his ass full of my toxic load. He then turned all professional again and said he would be back next week with the results of the test he ran and that the interns would be doing “random drug testing “on the teams. We hugged and looked out over the locker room and out at the pools. There were a couple of girls hanging out in the bleachers watching the teams practice. “so Dennis what’s with the fish hanging out by the pools” he replied that they were some swim groupies but that they never really got lucky since most of the guys were more into each other than into girls. I kissed him and sent him on his way Knowing that several of the guys would be easier to convince to take cock, if they were occasionally getting pussy, I went out to talk to the two female groupies. It turns out they were anxious to meet the team and ply them with their feminine virtues. I invited them over to the team house on Friday for some pizza and fun. They were grateful for the invite and rubbed themselves on me as I coped a feel and allowed my finger to slid into one of their slits (the little sluts weren’t wearing any panties) then returned to my office to wash my hands. Jay was waiting for me in my office when I returned and asked what it was all about down by the pool and I explained it was all part of the plan to get the slutty groupies to help spread our gift to the campus population. I asked him if he ever fucked a girl and he told me he had experimented a few times and I grinned, groupies would be carrying toxic seed by the end of the weekend. I took Jay home with me and then sent him on his way to work, as I began to prep dinner for the boys. Burgers and spuds along with salads. I stripped down and hit the steam room to find two of my freshmen divers fondling each other in the steam, David and Paul fooled around together a bit before coming over to me and began rubbing themselves on me and going down on my cock, soon David was riding me while Paul feed me his juicy cock, shooting his load down my throat as I blasted my cum into David’s boycunt. As I filled David’s hole with toxic jizz, Steve entered with two of the new recruits Joey and Ron, I shifted over for the boys to sit down as I wiped Paul’s cum from my lips. The guys looked terrified as I pulled my cock from David’s ass and offered it to them to clean off. Steve seeing the guys reluctance bent over and licked my cock clean then turned to joey and deep kissed my spunk into his mouth. Paul began Sucking on Joeys cock and David began fondling Ron’s hole, both boys were like “we’re not that way, ooohh that feels so good” Steve worked his cock into David as I began kissing Ron and stroking his engorged cock, for a freshman he had a very large one, as the steam relaxed everyone I soon found Joey riding my cock as Steve encouraged Ron to fuck him and seed his hole with his hot still negative cum. Spent and extremely relaxed from the steam I exited the room and took a quick shower where Troy joined me and washed coaches back. I made out with him some before turning him over to Steve and David who had come out to shower off, leaving Paul, Joey and Ron in the steam room fooling around. I toweled dry and left the gym/sauna area and went to see how Tony and Billy were doing with the evening’s meal, To find them finishing up on the Burgers and spuds and putting them out on the counter for all to plate up. After dinner I went over study hour rules and how I expected all my athletes to maintain high academic standards, I didn’t want any dumb jocks on my teams. I encouraged the boys to play some games before bedtime and they found niches to gather and read, fool around, and entertain one another and themselves before lights out was called. Friday morning I once again woke to the sound of the swim team doing laps but found my boy Jay cuddled next to me with his hard on poking me in the back I rolled over and kissed him as he straddled my hard cock and slid down its length evidently pre-lubed as he took all in one swoop, he rode me till I shoot my morning load into his abdomen and then dismounted and headed to the shower where I joined him before going down for coffee and toast before heading out to my office. I ended up giving three boys a ride into campus, David, Joey, and Ron as they had class schedules to change and Joey and Ron had to go change addresses and pick up their remaining belongings from the dorms. I got to my office to find Brian waiting for me with some papers to sign including one that allowed the campus shuttle to make a stop hourly at the end of my driveway so that the students could ride into campus from the outlying area of the community. Friday went much the same as most days with supervising practices and double checking the gym classrooms where I would be doing my instructing. Lunch with Andy and my team captains and watching the boys fool around in the locker room while they changed before heading out to their dorms or back to the POZ house as it would secretly become known amongst its residents. Friday evening was one to remember as dinner was served early and the boys began the typical Friday partying, When Jessica and Sally arrived to meet the boys they all acted like gentlemen, and welcomed their most adoring fans, as many had seen the girls in the stands at most of the practices they were used to being ogled by the girls. The girls seemed a bit nervous at first and Steve offered sally a beer and David offered Jessica one as well, they each took a drink and we gathered the swim and dive teams around, many in just speedos or basketball shorts many topless some with tees or tank tops on, all were bare footed. The wrestling team had gone out to the movies as they were informed of the plans for the swim groupies. The boys all gathered around and began quizzing the girls with who was their favorite swimmer, diver, who they thought was the cutest, whose baby they would have, as the questions went on they got more nasty as some of the guys were getting touchy feely with the girls. Steve then asked Sally who would she like to see suck his cock, She said Troy and finished her bottle of beer , as someone got her a new one by the third bottle both girls were playing spin the bottle and paring guys up and they were taking turns sucking the boys cocks and riding a few along the way. By 10 they had hopped on at least half the team and either sucked them or been breed by them, including Steve, Billy, Lenny and me, the girls were truly sluts who enjoyed having multiple cocks inside them. By the time Jay delivered the pizzas at 11 (his last delivery) each of the girls were dripping with cum and were beyond buzzed, Jay set down his pizzas and stripped down as each girl began to rub all over him, he let them jointly blow him before taking each doggie style while they worked on David and my cocks. Jay laid back as Sally mounted him working her cunt up and down his shaft Steve then moved in behind her and inserted his cock up her ass as they double fucked the slut, Jessica was working over Troy’s cock with her slit as Marcus entered her from the rear to pound her as well. Midnight rolled around and we called them a taxi as I sent the boys to bed and the girls were sent home full of cum, some of it toxic as they each had at least 3-4 loads of Poz cum in their twats. The weekend came around and preparations were made for getting the boys to class on Monday as well as making sure everything was in order for the term. On Saturday some more boxes arrived full of gym equipment which with the help of the boys was installed in the gym in no time as well as the practice mats which were hauled out to the pool house and a practice ring was set up for the wrestling team. TBC- Classes begin

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