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Let's just file this one under fiction, okay? 'Cause I'd die if people knew what happened to me. I guess it all started a few weeks ago. I was on a4a and received a message from a hot hung dude. Let's call him Tommy. In my entire life I had never before seen so stunningly gorgeous a man, and his dick was perfection. Then I read his status: poz. Although he was amazingly good looking, I thought about it, and held-off on responding to his message. A couple of days later he messaged me again and asked if I was his type. I didn't want to be rude, so I told him I thought he was hot but I don't play with poz guys. Well, to make a long story short, he made an interesting proposition that was hard to ignore. Or maybe I couldn't ignore it because I was hard? Ehh .. who knows. To make a long story short, he ended up at my place and his dick was starting to enter me. In all honesty I was a little freaked out: a poz dick was about to enter my hole. This was definitely a first. But, I remembered Tommy's assurance that he would only 'shallow fuck' me and this was very safe. His plan was to very slowly work his fat dick into my hole and then very slowly and very gently fuck me with just the tip of his massive cock. He explained to me that it could feel better than being fucked hard and deep because all of the sensations are magnified when the top goes slow. And damn, was he right! Not only was his cock the biggest I had ever had in my ass, he also entered my ass more slowly than any big cock had ever fucked me before. When we started, I honestly thought it would hurt like hell, but he used a massive amount of lube and, true to his word, was very gentle. The problem was that it felt way to good. He didn't need to ask me. I'm sure my moans told him all he needed to hear. "How's that feeling?" he whispered into my ear. All I could do was answer with more moans and gasps. "Okay," he said, "we should probably stop now. I'm glad you enjoyed it." Then, he stopped and withdrew. Almost involuntarily I found myself pleading "Please, put it back in!" He kissed the back of my neck and replied "Gosh, I love fucking your hot bubble butt, but, I'm liking it too much," adding as he rubbed my crack with his cock, "and I'm worry you will like it too much and that I'll turn you into a chaser." I just wanted to get fucked more. II heard about bug chasers before. Those were stupid crazy people. I'm not one of them. "Please just a little more,"I pleaded. Tommy complied, saying "Okay, but I have to go just a little deeper. If I don't, I might pop out; the real difficulty is in the penetration. I have to make sure that I stay in your hole." That kinda made sense, I reasoned. I felt him slide it back in. Oh God! It felt beyond fantastic. My ass was stretching wide, but it didn't burn like most tops make me feel. "Fuck, that's deep!" I shrieked. Tommy assured me that it was only half-way in. "You're taking it well." And the brief painful jabbing sensation I had just felt was immediately replaced by a warm pleasant sensation. His pace was much quicker than the slow shallow strokes with which he had started. Now each stroke was more forceful, and brought me even more intense pleasure. Tommy whispered into my ear, "we should probably stop soon before I lose control. Unless you want a load of poz cum deep inside you." He drove his cock deeper into me as if to emphasize how far he was invading my hole at that point. The rational part of my brain told me that I needed to stop, but, it felt so wonderful. My orgasm was building. And I didn't want the pleasure to stop. All I could do was moan in response. Tommy tried to remind me that I was making a bad decision. "I can tell you're loving this, but, if you don't tell me to stop, I'll blast my poz cum inside your ass. Is that what you really want?" He then picked up his pace as if he knew the answer I couldn't say aloud. Oh my god. Why didn't I say stop? Was it because it felt amazing? Or did I maybe want a poz load in me? Wait, am I a bug chaser? Tommy was pounding me hard and deep now. I felt his balls slap against my taint. The sensations were overwhelming. I couldn't think straight. No, I'm not a bug chaser. But, fuck .. it felt so good! I just wanted him to keep fucking me. That's all. When I heard my voice demand he 'Fuck me', somehow it seemed like someone else had given the order. He paused for a moment. "Oh, you love this big dick inside you huh?" Why was he teasing me now. "Yes, fuck me!" I blurted out. My orgasm was so close. I needed him to continue. I pulled at his legs to show the urgency I felt. He slowly resumed pace and gave me one final warning "this big poz dick is gonna give you AIDS," as his pace picked-up. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! He was assailing my hole. I felt my balls tighten and I could feel his dick grow tight. My hole was being destroyed with each thrust, but I couldn't let it end. I couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth as I started to jerk my cock, "I don't care! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I was so close to cumming. A voice in the back of my head was telling me "you're becoming a chaser." Or wait, did Tommy say that? I couldn't think clearly. But, all I could say before I came was "shoot your poz cum in me! Give me AIDS!" I felt a his cock twitch and pumping, and even as he did, another voice in the back of my head was telling me 'he's shooting poz cum into your ass'. And I didn't care. In fact, I loved it and blurted out "Yes! Fuck yes!" just as I shot my own load into my stomach. I could still feel Tommy pulsating inside my as as I shot more cum than I ever had in my life. Tommy collapsed beside me. As the seconds passed I came to reality. Holy shit, what I had I done?

Four hours later my phone rang. My friends wanted to go for breakfast and then have a look at the pride festival around the corner. Usually, I can’t handle anything less than eight hours of sleep, but my dick all-but commanded me to get up and join my friends. You see, I hadn't cum the night before, so essential horniness awoke me enough that I could meet with them. Looking into the mirror I had knew I had looked better, even if I was somewhat proud of myself. Overall I looked like shit. My hair was a mess, caked with cum, hair gel and who knows what else. My knees were scraped-up from kneeling on the ground for an extended time, my hairy legs were covered with dried cum, my hole was also a mess, but my jock saturated with dried precum. In addition I noticed the sheets were stained with white and even some red. 'Not a good sign', I thought to myself, grinning internally, as I remembered a statistic I had encountered, that on average, every 30th load bites. Thinking back, I thought I had taken 15 or so loads the night before, which was far from 30, but the intensity of the sex play, and blood stains suggested the probability was somewhat higher than average. Was it too late to catch myself and return to the good side? I jumped into the shower and sat on the shower bench, letting the water pour down on me as I fingered my hole. A little more blood, as well as more cum oozed out. My cock got hard. “Fuck it!” I thought. It was probably too late anyway. Getting out of the shower, somewhat cleaner, I dried myself, pulled on another jock, a T-shirt and some jeans and ran out the door to catch-up with my friends who were waiting in the lobby. “What happened to you? You look really tired,” was the gist of their greeting. Someone else asked “Didn’t you leave early?” I mumbled something about a noisy party next door and a bad hangover. They left me alone. We walked over to a nice place where we could sit outside and look at the farmer’s markets. We had a nice breakfast, but all I could think of was cocks, dicks, cum and being poz. We went and had a look at the pride festival. Heaps of stalls, men and beer. Being on holidays, a beer at 11:00 was totally justified. We each paid for a round, so life was good. Started chatting with a couple of guys, the atmosphere relaxed and a little cruisey. My single friend started an intimate discussion with a twink and disappeared, and my friends who were couples were getting bored, so I sent them on their way and promised to meet up later. I kept wondering around and ended up at the tent for the national AIDS council. Condoms and brochures everywhere. A mid 30s, tall blonde stud was discussing treatments with one of the volunteers. A sexy guy in his early 20s, dark hair, blue eyes approached me. “Are you alright there?” “Yeah thank you” I stumbled. “Are you informed about protection? Do you have any questions?” “Ah thank you” I blushed. “Big couple of nights recently, not sure whether I need protection anymore...” “Oh really? Sorry to hear that” ”No no it's fine. Guess for some it is their destiny.” “Maybe. Maybe not. You think you are already infected?” I began to tell him about the last two nights and as I did I noticed an increasing bulge in his crotch. When I finished my story, somehow I wasn't terribly surprised when he commented with a broad smile, "So, you were quite the slut!” As I sputtered a reply he continued saying "You don’t look at all like it. I love your innocent looks and the inside piggyness. I got pozzed to years ago. A condom broke, but I have no idea who it was. Would have loved to be aware of when it was happening.” “Oh, I assumed all you guys are negative." "Hell no. Most of us are poz. And some of us are here to make new friends. Some of mine stopped talking to me after they found out I was poz.” “That’s heavy” I replied. “Yeah, but we are a club here now.” “Once you are diagnosed, you are very welcum to join” he winked at me. “Only then? No possibility to join earlier?” “Well there is an option,” he replied, explaining "One of the members needs to vouch that the diagnosis is inevitable.” “And how does he do that?” “Special one on one time” his eyes now looking devilishly at me. I was rock hard. This hot twink wanted to poz me! Should I risk it? What were the odds? What did I have to lose? Would I regret it, if it turned out I was already infected and said no now? I grinned and asked “How do I sign up?” “Come with me.”

This was my freshman year at college. I was 20 yrs old. Spring semester I got a job on campus as a college aide in the science library. My schedule was built around my classes and on Friday I and another college aide, Eric, were tasked with closing-up the library. Eric was black, 6'3" and about 200 pounds. He was also very defined, good features, had a strong chin and just oozed sexiness. He was an English major and played in a jazz band. What really caught my eye was the girth of the bulge in his pants. You see he had a habit of wearing tight jeans that accentuated his manhood. I would steal a glimpse of his crotch whenever I could - when I thought he wasn't paying attention. He'd smile at me on occasion, and licked his lips, but I was still too shy or nervous to approach him. Furthermore he was always flirting with so many women that I wasn't sure if he was straight, gay or bi. This particular day the library had closed for the night, and Eric and I were in the basement shelving books on the stacks. On the ride down in the elevator he just kept looking at me, smiling and licked his lips repeatedly. I was somewhat nervous only to see his cock was near bursting out of his pants with a ridiculously huge erection. As I looked up, I realized he had caught me looking, but to my surprise he just kept smiling. As we exited the elevator, we went in opposite directions, each with our own cart of books to shelve. As I look back i caught him looking at me, again licking his lips. I just smiled nervously and went about my duties, all the while fantasizing about what it would be like to have Eric's cock up my ass. My hole twitched in anticipatory delight. I climbed the old wooden rolling staircase which squeaked as I stepped up to reach the top shelf. The squeaking was all the more amplified by the now empty and quiet hallways of the library. I thought to myself what a perfect time it would be for Eric to seduce me and ravage my hole. I imagined him squeezing my ample, soft round butt cheeks as he rhythmically plowed me with his penis. And as I descended the staircase, stepping backwards, my imagination seemed so vivid as i can actually feel my ass being squeezed, but I soon realized this was more than a dream when I heard Eric whisper, "Hey boy." A huge lump had formed in my throat. I was speechless as I turned to look up at him, and as he continued squeezing my ass. I loved the attention. "Like what you see?", he asked, adding "I've seen you checking my dick out numerous times." I shook my head as to deny that I had done this, but the schoolboy grin gave me away. "Don't lie," he said soothingly. He moved his had from my ass and I instinctively grabbed it an placed it back on my booty. He laughed knowingly. I licked my lips now as I alternated looking at him and the large bulge in his pants. With his other hand now he deftly unbuckled and unzipped his pants. In gleeful anticipation of what was to come, I wrapped my hands around his waist and began to lower his pants and underwear as I sank to my knees, all the while maintaining a fixed gaze with Eric. He grasped the back of my head and shifted my attention to a gorgeously thick, eight inch circumcised cock. I looked up again at his Adonis face as I stuck my tongue out and with my right hand guided his manhood into my hot moist mouth. He let out a low growl as his cock head was expertly bathed with saliva by my tongue. He smiled an nodded in approval. Firmly but gently he pushed the back of my head towards him, signaling he wanted me to deep-throat him. As did this the warm thick musky scent of his crotch wafted up my nose. "When I saw you looking at my cock again on the elevator, I just had to make you my bitch," he said. And there I was, my head bobbing, deep-throating and slobbing on his cock head as if my life depended on it. "That's it boy, suck my cock you faggot," he moaned as he began to gyrate his hips and throat-fuck me. He suddenly pulled me off his cock and said, "Take your clothes off, boy." As I began to protest, he slapped my face and repeated his command. As I finished disrobing, he pushed me back on my knees. I looked around nervously as every little noise seemed amplified, and I thought at any minute someone would find me on my knees, naked and sucking cock! He rubbed my head and played with my ears as he reassured me, no one would catch us. I nodded in agreement but still felt quite anxious. Eric, realizing this and not wanting me to panic, reached into the right pocket of his pants and pulled out a bottle of jungle juice. We both smiled. A s he opened the bottle, I greedily inhaled the familiar vapor, the impact was almost instant as my heart raced and I felt my heartbeat as if it were in my ears, everything slowed visually, my body went limp and relaxed. "Now don't you feel better, boy?" he asked. I let out a muffled ummm hmmmf from my cock-filled mouth. After a few more minutes of sucking his cock, he grabbed me, positioned me on the rolling staircase, shoved the bottle of poppers under my nose and then proceeded to eat my hole. The feeling of his hot tongue, aggressively probing my hole. The combination of his tongue and the poppers had me euphoric: I knew what I wanted. "Oh god Eric, just fuck me already" I exclaimed. He stopped rimming me and laughed, then pulled me away from the staircase, looked at me and said, "upstairs." I frantically grabbed my clothes and shoes and then he guided me by the neck back to the elevator. As we ascended to the ground floor, he roughly grabbed my chin and thrusted his tongue into my mouth. I dutifully sucked on his probing tongue, the tase of my ass still present in his mouth, his stiff cock in my free hand. The elevator door opened, he tilted my head back and spat in my mouth. As I swallowed I let out a soft moan. He laughed again, pushing me into a back corridor, and into a little-used office, in the process turning off the general lighting switches so the library now appeared to be closed, the staff gone. Eric ordered me to bend spread-eagle on the conference style table. He quickly stripped naked from the waist down, lifted his shirt behind his neck to reveal his chiseled abs and pecs. Without a word he spat on his fingers and worked some saliva into my hole, spitting again to lube his shaft. As he begins to violate my ass-pussy, I took a deep drag of the poppers up each nostril, and pushed open my hole as if I was taking a shit. I was completely giddy and relaxed as his cock made its way up inside me. I moaned partially with delight but also with some measure of discomfort. "This is what you wanted right? Take another hit of the poppers bitch, cause I'm not coming out - this is my hole" he hissed. Gradually, as my hole loosened, my moans became solely those of pleasure. I arched my back and spread my cheeks as he pounded away at my hole. His cock was balls-deep and slapping against my butt. I cooed softly like a baby with each stroke. The only other sounds were the familiar clapping of flesh against lustful flesh and Eric's shallow breathing. It was actually happening! I was bent over with Eric's beautiful black cock in my hole. After 20 minutes of good methodical pounding, Eric's strokes got shorter, faster and harder. He gripped my hips and as I felt his cock grow in me, he thrust one more time balls deep, depositing what my asshole had been greedily awaiting...his warm thick seed. I felt jet after warm jet of man juice fill my hole. We were both drenched in sweat. Eric collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily...his cock still very much hard and ready. And that's when I saw the hallway light on the other side of the door turn on. We froze as the door swung open. I buried my head on the table for fear of being recognised. "Eric?" a male voice asked, to which Eric responded nonchalantly, "Hey what's up?" I looked up, more curious than fearful at this point. It was one of the campus security officers, a guy named Tom Harper I had regularly noticed around the library. He was usually checking the IDs of the students entering and leaving the building, as well as watching the machines that sensed books that students were trying to steal. He looked at me and shook his head as he shut and closed the office door. He looked at Eric saying "If only I had known this kid was a faggot, I'd been up his ass before you!" They both laughed. I was relieved. "Hey princess," the officer addressed me, as he walked forward and proceeded to unzip his pants. Out popped a long jet black cock, about nine inches, circumcised, but not as thick as Eric's. "You gonna take care of me?" he asked, perhaps unnecessarily as I was leaning over the side of the table to welcome his cock to the party. I felt Eric begin to stroke my hole again. I wrapped one arm around Harper's waist as I throated his manhood, my left forearm braced against the table to take on round two of Eric's cock up my ass. Harper was kind enough to feed me another hit of poppers. I drifted off into ecstasy again. Both holes filled! How lucky can one bottom faggot be! After another 30 minute or so, Eric blew his second load. Before I could even catch my breath, Harper and Eric traded positions. Harper attacked my ass with great zeal, not giving a fuck about my comfort. The natural lubrication of Eric's two loads made Harper's aggressive anal assault somewhat tolerable. That and another hit of poppers administered by Eric. Soon Harper got into a nice rhythm of deep fucking my anus, as I cleaned Eric's cock with my mouth. The hot stench of cum, ass, cock and feel of body heat pervaded the room. Harper came quickly but like Eric remained hard and kept on fucking my ass. Harper's second seeding wouldn't come that easily: he plowed my ass for the better part of an hour before his second nut was deposited in my ass. The two guys then switched positions again, Eric in my ass as I cleaned Harper's cock. Both tops had great stamina and in total I got nine loads, as they took turns fucking me into wee hours of Saturday morning. For the remaining semester and in fact the whole year, almost every Friday after library closing, Eric fucked my ass. And as often as not, Harper would stop by at the end of his shift to drop a few loads.

Final part As I sat on the plane I thought over what I had done in Ibiza. The tall lad who had fucked both me and Joe bareback at the cruising ground was sitting further down the plane with his mates and I wondered how many other lads had bent over for him and let him come up their arses that week. I looked at Joe, sitting across the aisle from me and wondered if he made a habit of dropping his pants and being fucked bareback by random lads when out cruising. It seemed that bareback sex was everywhere. I knew I was taking more and more risks but I also knew that was a major part of the turn on. I decided to be more careful. The following summer a group of us went down to Brighton for the Pride Festival. We went on the march and for a while a group of young lads who looked in their early twenties were marching in front of us. I noticed one particularly, a small ginger lad in a white t shirt and low slung jeans showing the top of his pants - white Calvin Klein with a red waste band. He was just my type and I couldn't help imagining myself giving him a good seeing to. Later on at the festival I wandered off on my own. I had already established that there was quite a lot of cruising going on in the bushes in the park. It was mostly wanking and sucking but when I went back later it was dusk and there was more going on. The centre of attraction was a dark haired guy who was bent over being fucked. He was surrounded by a crowd of wanking guys and as I watched the guy fucking him came and pulled out. He pulled off a condom and another guy took his place. I could see he too was wearing a condom and I lost interest in watching. Then I noticed the ginger lad from earlier, standing a little bit back from the crowd. I saw that his jeans and pants were down at his knees and he was being wanked by a skinhead lad standing behind him. I moved a bit closer and I realised that the skinhead was gently thrusting against ginger lad's arse. I moved closer still and saw that the skinhead was fucking him from behind. The skinhead noticed me watching and winked at me. The lad being fucked had not seen me and no one else was paying any attention. The skinhead was fucking more obviously now and as I watched he pulled his cock almost completely out of ginger lad's arse and let me see that he wasn't wearing a condom. He grinned at me and then humped ginger lad a few more times and grunted and I knew I was watching him blow a load up ginger lad's arse. The next weekend one of my friends from Germany was over in London for a few days on business. We met up for lunch on the Saturday and he asked me if I wanted to come cruising with him that afternoon. He wanted to go to "Pants" - an underwear session at Central Station. I didn't really feel confident enough to parade around in my underpants, especially with Ollie who was tall, slim, good looking and about 15 years younger than me but I was horny and thought it might be fun. It was fun and also quite horny - there was a mix of guys there, mostly older but a few young fit lads who were up for it. There was quite a bit of fucking going on, some with condoms and some, I was pleased to see, without. A little later, a blond lad who looked in his early twenties came in and he seemed happy to bend over and be fucked bareback by anyone who wanted to do him. I think he was fucked by just about everyone in the place and I was really turned on to see Ollie take his turn and push his bare cock up the blond lad, fuck him and add his load to the others. I had been cruising with Ollie before and, as far as I knew, he had always played safe. I fucked the blond lad a little later and enjoyed every minute of fucking him bareback and coming up his arse - especially as I knew that one of the loads he had up him already was Ollie's. The crowd was thinning out now and I went in search of Ollie. I found him in the toilet, bent over with his pants down being fucked by one of the other younger lads. It looked like the guy fucking Ollie was close to coming and I stayed just long enough to see him grunting and coming up Ollie's arse before pulling his bare cock out. Like I said, it seemed that bareback sex was everywhere. I wanted some... A few weeks later my partner was away on business. The first night he was gone I was on Hampstead Heath and that night I took three loads up my arse and one in my mouth and ended up shooting my load up the arse of a young black lad. A few days later I was driving back to London on the M4 and I stopped off at Maidenhead Thicket, which was a very active cruising ground at that time. I ended up in a threesome with a tall blond lad and a dark haired guy in a postman's uniform. At one point the blond guy was bent over sucking the dark haired guy and I had my tongue up his arse. I stood up and started rubbing my cock over his arsehole but he pulled away and it was clear he didn't want to be fucked. I decided I would have to settle for blowing my load in his mouth but to my surprise the dark haired guy bent over and offered his hairy arse. No one mentioned condoms and moments later I was up him as he sucked off the blond guy. I fucked him bareback, his pants and trousers at his knees and his light blue shirt pushed up over his back. The blond guy urged me on, telling me to fuck him and to come up his arse. I was close now and as I began to come up the young postman, the blond guy unloaded in his mouth. In the autumn I got fucked at the company's summer party by a guy at work who was working with us on a temporary contract. He had been flirting with me for a while and late in the evening he suggested that we go for a walk in the woods nearby. As soon as we were deep enough in the woods not to be seen my pants were down and he was sucking my cock. He sucked well and just as I was getting close to coming he turned me round and bent me over. His tongue was up me and I was more turned on than I had been for a long time. After he had rimmed me for a while he stood up and began to rub his cock over my wet hole. I felt him push and the head of his cock went into my hole. "We should use a condom" I said. He laughed "I know we should". He pushed his cock further up me and added "but its much more fun this way". I had no intention of resisting and I bent forward as he began to fuck me. He fucked me hard and fast and before long he was shooting his load right up me. Over the next few months he fucked me regularly - sometimes in the park across the road from work and sometimes when we were working late in the office. I lost count of the times I went home to my partner with a big load up my arse. One time he fucked me in the toilets of a restaurant when we were all out for lunch for someone's birthday and made me suck his cock clean afterwards. That afternoon as I sat in a meeting of the senior management team looking serious and professional, I could feel some spunk sliding out my hole into my underpants. After he finished his contract and left I was bored. I got fucked bareback a few times on Hampstead Heath and took a couple of loads up me in a club in Manchester, but I didn't really know what I wanted now. On the (increasingly rare) occasions I had sex with my partner we were still using condoms so I wasn't putting him at risk but I knew the relationship was coming to an end. I was not surprised the following spring when he told me he wanted to leave. A few weeks later I was in Hamburg for a wedding. I didn't have much free time as there was a lot planned but it did me good to be on my own. On the Friday night I couldn't sleep and I got up and decided to go for a walk - something that always helps when I am stressed or have things on my mind. It was about 4am when I set out and I walked for miles. By about 6am I was close to the Stadtpark, a notorious cruising ground. I had been there quite a few times but never at this time in the morning. It was just beginning to get light as I walked in - just a little early for the joggers and the dog walkers. It was a beautiful Hamburg spring morning - sunny but cold and a little misty. I was enjoying the peace and quiet when I heard the sounds of a jogger coming up behind me. He passed me and I saw he was a fit blond lad - very German looking, with a very fit, beefy arse. I was feeling horny and decided to try my luck so I made my way to the cruisiest area of the park. I didn't meet anyone for a while and then I met a guy who was obviously cruising. He wasn't really my type but I was horny and, although generally more of a top than a bottom, I really wanted to be fucked. We cruised each other and ended up in the bushes. I sucked him for a while and then asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He did want to fuck me and asked if I wanted him to use a condom and I shook my head. I pulled down my pants and trousers and bent over. He pushed up me and began to fuck. After a while I heard the sound of rustling and I knew that someone else had joined us. I turned my head and, to my surprise, saw the jogger from earlier on. He came round in front of me and I reached out for his cock. He pulled his jogging bottoms and pants down to his knees and pushed his cock into my mouth. He said something to the guy who was fucking me. I didn't understand what he said or what the guy said in reply but they both laughed. I was really turned on now, I had a cock in my mouth and one up my arse and the fact that they were using me to get off made it even hornier. The guy fucking me took hold of my hips and began to fuck harder and I knew he was getting close to coming. Just then I sensed someone was watching. I looked up and a little way away I saw that a young lad, no more than eighteen or nineteen, was watching us. Just then the guy fucking me pushed me forward on to the jogger's cock and began to shoot his load up me. When he finished coming he pulled out and disappeared. The jogger took his place and pushed his cock up me. I could now look up and I saw the young lad had moved closer. He was dark haired, wearing a black hoodie, low slung jeans and red Nike trainers. I motioned to him to come and join us but he shook his head. The jogger was fucking me hard now and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer. His breathing was getting faster and suddenly he groaned loudly and thrust hard up my arse and I knew I was getting another load up my unprotected arse. The jogger pulled out and was gone within seconds. The young lad didn't move. I had to see what would happen so I turned round and leant forward against a tree, so that my arse was facing the young lad. Nothing happened and just as I was thinking he must have gone I heard him move towards me. I didn't look round and then I felt a hand on my arse and a tentative finger found my spunky hole. Nothing happened for a minute and then I heard him drop his trousers and pants and suddenly he was standing behind me and I felt his cock against my arse. He was fumbling a bit so I pulled my cheeks apart with one hand and pulled his cock towards me with the other. Within seconds he was up me. I was surprised at how big his cock was - it was actually the biggest of the three. He began to fuck me, breathing heavily and after about ten or twelve thrusts he began to come. It was just as well there was no one around because he wasn't quiet as he shot his load up me. He pulled out and when I turned round he was pulling up his pants. Without a word he was gone. As I walked out of the park and made my way back to my hotel to get ready for the wedding, I felt much better. I had enjoyed every minute of being used by three guys - being fucked bareback and taking three loads up my arse - including one from a very straight looking jogger and one from a young lad. As I walked back through the city I knew I would be able to deal with whatever I had to. The split with my partner was difficult but after a while I got the confidence to go cruising again and began to enjoy myself. I played safe for a while, not yet ready to give in to my real desires. I knew the time would come though and one afternoon I was in a sauna in Birmingham. I came upon a fit young lad being fucked bareback and when the guy fucking him shot his load up him and pulled out, he turned round and offered his arse to me. I didn't hesitate. I fucked him bareback and ended up shooting one of the biggest loads of my life right up him. There would be no turning back now - I knew that.

Part II This place was seedy. I walked thru the two darkened double doors and past the counter, right back to the video booths. Gave the guy $10 for coupons, wondering if he could tell the state I was in, but not really caring. He gave me my coupons and I walked in and down the dark hallways, This place is big, like 30 booths and totally cool place to play but I had never gone at night. The staff was totally cool with the hooking up. Much to my surprise it was packed, like 25 guys walking around. I walked to the back and all the back booths were taken. By now I knew I was totally mindlessly fucked up and there was no way I was gonna take the bottle of water. I knew I’d pass out if I did. So I walked around for a while, waiting for one of the back booths to open up. Alot of guys were making eye contact, a lot more than usual. There were a few hot latino dudes, and 3 freaky black dudes and a bunch of middle aged regulars and a really big fat black older guy. I knew I was totally wasted, ALL of my inhibitions completely gone at this point, and all I wanted to do was slide my hand in my pants and finger my tight hole, the urge was getting stronger and stronger. I kept walking up and down the halls, as I felt my jeans kept slipping lower and the top of my chaps were clearly showing enough that everyone knew I was wearing them underneath. I finally stopped and leaned against the wall with the other 20 guys when this skinny older black dude walked up to me right away, hooked his finger thru the front loop on the collar and tugged me hard down the hall. I was surprised no one said anything. He guided me all the way back, and into the very last booth in the back. He closed the door behind me and pushed me down on the bench. He pulled out a wad of coupons, must have been like 30 of them, he told me in broken English to give him my coupons, and he started feeding ALL of them into the video machine. He must have put in like 40 coupons in. He turned to me and asked me if I drank the water, when I realized this was the dude who was waiting for me. I told him I didn’t cause I was feeling so fucked up already, he seemed kinda angry and I was a bit concerned, but was really horney wondering what was gonna happen. He seemed real pissed and slammed my head up against the back of the video booth loudly, with his hand on my throat tight. He pulled out a brown bottle, unscrewed the top and wedged the bottle against my nose, really grinding the bottle neck into my nostril, He liked to do things rough, he pinched my nose and told me to whiff hard or he’d kick me in the nuts so hard I’d pass out, I whiffed hard, real hard, a few times and then I felt this killer rush, totally magnified by everything else I had done. He said ‘Give me the waterbottle now’, I reached into my backback and gave it to him, my head was swirling. Then he opened the bottle, rammed it in my mouth and squeezed it so that with a lot of pressure the water just streamed down my throat. I drank ½ the bottle when he put it back in my bag. I knew I was in trouble now because I knew I really wanted to stay in this state. My new friend pulled me up by the collar and told me to take off my jeans and top and I stripped. He looked at me with almost violent eyes and said ‘you know youre crazy to be here’ then he dropped to his knees and punched me in the balls one time, my eyes clinched with pain and I almost doubled over, but I didn’t. He turned me towards the door and pushed me down on my knees, reached over and unlocked the door. I was only on my knees 10 seconds when all the stuff I had been taking hit me hard, around the corner comes this hot latino dude, he walked up to the booth but not in, took out his huge latin cock and my black friend pushed me onto his cock, I started to suck hard and wild, I was sweating like a pig and feeling like a pig too. The big latin boys cock started to pulse fast and before I knew it he was cumming faster than I had expected and hard. I gulped every drop and he pulled out and walked away, behind him came a short stocky black dude, whipping out his short but thick cock. He reached down grabbed my hair and started to facefuck me violently. He fucked my face for a good 5 minutes before he came, but he came buckets, he pulled out and behind him was another black guy, This one was tall and his cock was huge, 10 inches and thick, he rammed his cock down my throat and started to face fuck me, I could feel there was sweat all over my body , dripping down between my asscrack and I realized every guy fucking me had heard I liked it rough and they were fucking my face hard! This guy came fast and again I gulped all his cum. He moved aside and another guy was behind him, a bit older but muscular, he whipped out his cock it was shaved and rock hard, and he mounted my face and started pumping away, With each cock I was getting more and more sloppy and wild, totally wildly grinding my throat into each cock more than the last, starting to realy REALLY feel totally out of it. I was now swaying my naked ass back and forth as I was sucking cock, eventually I started screwing my fingers into my aching ass, bouncing up and down on my fingers as I sucked cock. Finally my buddy exploded, he pulled his cock out and came all over my face, in gallons and I was realizing each guy was getting nastier and nastier, they all knew the more time that went by the more fucked up I was gonna feel. After cock number 4 finished up, he zipped up and then walked away. But I didn’t stop bouncing up and down on my fingers, when my black buddy behind me put his hands around my face from the back and started smearing my last buddys cum all over my face, he was doing it more and more roughly, eventually sliding his cum covered fingers in and out of my mouth. He started slapping my face playfully and pulled me up a bit off my knees, he dragged me back just a bit, I didn’t know what direction he wanted me to do in, when I felt cold metal against my wrists, and then fast clicking, he had slipped a handcuff on my wrist, and I panicked, but he held me tight and clicked the other one on tight too, real real tight. I stopped struggling a bit and focused on how horney I was and kinda just let it go. Just when I relaxed a bit, I felt his hands on both my shoulders pushing me straight down again, when I felt this rubber tip against my ass as I lowered my self down, he had placed a big, very big dildo, standing up on the floor. But when I slowed down he pushed suddenly and really really hard down and I felt this dildo stab me hard and deep in the ass, I wasn’t prepared for the burning and I let out a scream and felt my stomach muscles tighten up. My scream was loud enough that I knew everyone heard me, then I got kinda nervous, cause I had screamed. My friend laughed and bend over whispering in my ear “that lets my friend know youre ready, so don’t worry about it, you’re doing exactly wat youre supposed to”. Then he reached down picked up my clothes and backpack and put them in the empty wastebasket on the floor, which I thought was weird. He reached in to my backpack to get the water bottle, and squeezed the other ½ of the bottle of water down my throat. He dragged me over to the bench so I was leaning against it, still kneeling on the floor naked with the dildo in my ass. He stepped over me and started turning the video selector knob until he found a hot shemale video playing, he said ‘Don’t move no matter what’ and opened the door, the huge fat black guy I saw when I first got there was standing outside the door guarding it from I guess unwanted visitors, my skinny black dude stepped out of the booth and closed the door leaving me there, extremely fucked up, naked in chaps, handcuffed and a dildo in my stinging ass. I sat there getting more and more horney as I watched the shemale in the video slamfuck the young boy, I started bouncing up and down really uncontrollably on the big dildo in my ass, I pulled one leg up and got the handcuffs up in front of one arm, then the other so my hands were in front of me, still handcuffed, I reached down, held the dildo tight and really started bouncing up and down fucking myself real wild and sloppy. I was now totally covered in sweat and my heart was beating uncontrollably. I was totally pigging out, I started to think about licking the video monitor as I fucked my ass with the dildo, I was really totally slutting out, thinking of what it would be like to get fucked by a hot shemale when the door suddenly opened, my slim black man walked in followed by the huge fat black dude, the slim guy grabbed me by the throat and layed me back on the bench face up, and pulled out a ballgag and rammed it hard and rough in my mouth, and strapped it on tight, extremely tight, my jaw was instantly sore. Next he pulled out a brown bottle again and while he opened it up his huge fat buddy started taking all his clothes off. He was nasty fat, like 300lbs, fucking huge saggy mantits and a huge belly rolled over a short stubby hairy sweaty smelly soft cock. I looked over and the other guy had taped a tubeto the bottle, and he lowered it to me and stuck the other end of the tube up my right nostril and rammed a huge piece of duct tape over the tube and my other nostril. I could weese air in and out of the ballgag so I didn’t panic at first. I took a few whiffs but he had the tube pinched so I couldn’t get any. Then the door got pushed open again, it was the guy from the front counter, I didn’t think to get nervous at first, he handed the fat guy a big bottle of vegetable oil, and reached over with a key and unlocked the side panel on the video booth, he reached in , flipped a switch and the video went off, then another switch and the power to the booth, and the lights inside went off too, it was dim but not dark, with the door open when I realized the dude working there was obviously in on this since he was helping out, I was kinda excited but then I realized I was starting to get worried. The guy left but left the door open. Now these booths have buddy windows, those milky white ones that when you push a button they go from solid to clear glass, and you guessed it, with no power the window went off, clear glass, letting anyone in the next booth a full view to watch and these windows were big like 3 feet tall 2 feet wide, almost the whole wall. Then I suddenly smelled those fumes, and my head started to really REALLY swirl, with every breath I was taking some in, lots more than I usually would do, my whole body was now tingling, it was bad and wild at the same time. Then I felt cold oil dribbling on my chest, The fat guy was straddling me dribbling the oil on me, the other guy pulled my handcuffed wrists up to the corner of the boot where there was a steel pole in the corner, he took out a huge padlock and locked the handcuff chain to the pole over my head. I was totally spread out now and real uncomfortable. I kept whiffing in the fumes and now I was feeling majorly tingly, when all of a sudden the fat guy starts to pour the whole bottle all over my body, there’s oil pouring all over me, the floor the bench, it was fucking everywhere, he dumped most of the bottle all over me it was a fucking mess. I couldn’t believe he did it, it was a huge mess, then I felt him lower his ass onto my stomach he really let a lot of his weight come down on me I could barely breath, and the fumes kept coming, when all of a sudden his big fat hands slide down between my ass and pulls out the dildo and I felt a rush of cool air and relief, but it wasn’t for long, his buddy picked up my legs high and the fat guy literally screwed the oil bottle in my ass and lifted it up, as I felt like a cup of vegetable oil spillin me, he pulled the bottle out and planted 4 huge fat fingers knuckle deep in me and I fucking screamed into the ballgag. Just then he turns himself around so his ass is facing my face and he’s facing my cock, he slides his ass up grinding it against my stomach, and up over my chest with more and more weight, and now I am panicing a lot, he’s not stopping he’s spreading the oil all over me with his huge fat ass getting closer and closer to my face, dragging his huge oily ballsack up my torso. Then suddenly he wrapps his fat hand around my balls tight, real tight, at the same time he slides his fat ass up over my face and sits his whole ass down over my face, smothering me, my eyes tingling and the plastic tube in my nose stabbing me from the weight as I still am inhaling fumes totally fuckd up, my whole body wrenches. Then instantly I feel this huge cock impale my slick ass, a s oil literally squirts out from the pressure, I can only assume its my skinny dude fucking me, and with no mercy, form the very first poke he was balls deep. He pumped me like a ragdoll for 5 minutes then exploded cum deep and pulled out almost instantly, but within seconds another cock was deep in me, I had no idea who it was, fatboy was lifting his cheeks every 30 seconds for me to get a breath in but I have never been so lightheaded in my life, then number 2 unloads his cum, out he pulls his cock, and another rock hard one stabs me, then fat boy slides down finally onto my chest, I look over and there are 6 naked guys all cocks in their hands jerking in the booth next door watching thru the window. The fucking went on for a good 2 hours and I know I took every cock in the place, there was no doubt in my mind I was fucked 15 times. Finally fatboy got off me, he had a wet towel and a dry one from I guess the mens room, and cleaned himself off got dressed and left. My ass was swollen and my wrists stinging, skinny black boy unlocked the handcuffs and handed me some towels and walked out and closed the door, the booth next to me had no one I in it but I couldn’t close the window cause the power was till off, I cleaned up and got dressed and zipped up my backpack. I put the towels folded down on the oily bench and sat down for a few minutes to catch my breath. I was about to get up when into the other booth walked the girl from the front counter. I was startled but she looked right at me and behind her came this big biker dude, wearing jenas and a leather vest, He was bald, tatooed and muscular, he closed the door to the booth next to me and then he pushed her up against the glass, pulled her shirt up and grinded her tits into the glass in front of me, she looked at me right in the eyes as he pulled her pants down and started to just fuck her hard against the glass, she started licking the glass divider, when suddenly I heard my door open and in walked this big hariy biker dude, it was almost the other guys twin but he was more hairy than muscular. He closed the door behind him and pushed me up against the glass facing the girl and yanked my pants down and impaled my ass with his fat cock, we both were now licking the glass from both sides getting savagely fucked like two whores then I felt his cock start to pump cum in me hard and I could tell from her eyes she was getting filled up too. When he was done he pulled his cock out and I felt a VERY fat buttplug pushed into my ass tight. He reached down and pulled my jeans up fast and hard, when the denim dug into my ass and ballsack he didn’t stop, he picked me up by the jeans anheld me against the glass until they were done in the other booth. I watched the other guy plus slutgirl with a buttplug too, it was strange but hot. MY biker fucker then said, get your stuff we have places to go. Now at this point I had already had the nastiest wildest sex abuse I could ever want but I really didn’t know if these guys, and girl, knew my buddy that dropped me off there or not, but I had nothing to do and was still very very wired and still insanely craving things up my ass, so I followed this guy out the door. Around the corner we met the other two and walked thru the halls and out the front door. It was now dark out so I looked at my watch and it was about 10:30pm. We crossed the street and walked for like 5 blocks, my ass was incredibly uncomfortable and yet still really really horney. They didn’t say much on the walk but I finally figured we were walking to the subway station up the street……

I play football and cycle so I have good legs and a decent arse but I also like my beer. So I go to the gym three times a week to keep in shape. As an added bonus, there were some hot guys in my gym and from the running machine I could watch them in the mirror. There was one guy in particular who always made my cock twitch. He was just under 6', black hair, smooth and as fit as fuck. I had never seen him naked - despite trying - but in his gym kit he always looked so hot. Always a white vest, slightly baggy but hinting at a fit body, shorts, again slightly baggy but tight enough to highlight what must be a great packet. A boy can dream. And I did. Often. At home from the gym I'd unpack my gym underwear and sniff them as I wanked to hardcore porn, alternating with poppers and imagining me and the guy getting it on. Anyway. One weekend I hadn't been out for a while on the tiles so a mate suggested heading over to Vauxhall for a leather and rubber night. I wasn't too keen. I had had a long week and fancied a quiet night in. But I decided to go and at least have a look. And watch. And if I managed to get myself sorted it was a bonus. And me and my mate often would have some fun together when we were there but nothing too heavy as we were both alike. Bottoms. So that evening I pulled out my gear to decide what to wear. First off I thought of leather. I had a harness and some chaps. But as I pulled them out a pair of rubber shorts fell out with them. I chuckled as I remembered buying them on a whim but never have the guts to wear them. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was the fittest I had ever been. Fuck it I thought. I grabbed the talc. I met my mate in Barcode for a few beers and realised that perhaps the shorts hadn't been the best idea. I was already beginning to sweat between my balls and my crack and wondered how it would feel later. But again I thought fuck it. I could always strip them off completely at the club. I had a rubber cockring on and the flyer had said leather or rubber. It just hadn't specified how much. After a few beers we headed to the club. We bought our tickets and checked in our clothes. My mate had clearly decided he was going to get "sorted" that evening as all he had on,once he had checked his clothes in was a jock, gas mask and a pair of waders. I slipped my poppers into the top of my shorts and I bid him good luck and said I'd see him at the bar. At some point. Inside it was already packed. Heaving in fact. I looked at the bar and decided to give it a miss. It was rammed and someone was being rammed up against it already. I decided to go for a wander. The dance music was humming and the air smelt of sweat, poppers and various other smells which made my cock begin to twitch. As I walked past guys some of them reached out appreciatively. I reached back on occasion but I was just in the mood for looking around. Everywhere I went there were writhing bodies, men kissing, sucking or, up against the wall, being fucked hard. I spied a corner and took up position. I clicked open my poppers and took a swag. I had bought a new type and this was the first time I had opened them. They were strong. So strong they made me momentarily dizzy. It felt good but I made a mental note not to over do it. Opposite me were two guys. The first had a clipped chest and pierced nipples. The second was on his knees. He was slim and feasting on the guy's enormous cock. Every so often he would pull away and wank it furiously. The first guy had his head tipped back and was enjoying the sensation which was clearly heightened by whatever he had taken. A small spark of regret flashed through me. Not the fact that the guy had a cock in his mouth but rather that it had been too long since I had been high. I had decided a few years back that having been promoted at work it wouldn't be a good idea. Next to them was another guy. He was watching me intently. I stared back. He wasn't bad looking. As he looked at me he pulled his cock out out of his leather shorts and started to slowly wank it. He was topless and not unfit. And his cock was pretty inviting. I slid my hand over my crotch and rubbed it as we looked at each other. The poppers were still working and when he winked at me I thought what the hell and walked over. He put his hand behind my head and pushed me down. I let him push me down and I took the head of his cock in my mouth. I love sucking cock and this wasn't a bad one. I heard him moan above the dull thump of the dance beat and push me down his shaft. I closed my eyes and started to suck him off. His cock tasted of others' spit which started to make my cock twitch. Just as I was getting into it someone tripped over my foot. I pulled back and looked up to see someone talking to the guy being sucked off. "Here. Take this." As I watched he pushed something into the guy's mouth and then pushed his fingers into the mouth of the guy kneeling down. He tweaked the guy's nipple and then began to walk away. As he walked passed one of the dim lights something made me look again. He seemed familiar. I don't know why but I stood up and turned to follow him.The guy I had been sucking off tried to grab me. I avoided his grip and shook my head. Without waiting for his reaction I started to follow the other guy. From the back I could tell he was wearing leather chaps and a harness. That was it. He looked fit. But what drew my attention was the purposeful way he was wading through the crowds. I watched as guys reached out. Sometimes he stopped to talk to them. On occasion he stopped and kissed them. But he just kept on walking. He entered the bar area and walked to a quieter part of the bar and talked to the barman. Clearly they knew each other as the barman leaned over and pushed his tongue into the guy's for a long time before turning around and giving him a bottle of water. I walked up and stood next to him. I ordered a beer. He was focused on something behind the bar. I cautiously looked at him in the light of the bar. It was the guy from the gym. I couldn't believe it. I took a second look to make sure. Yes. It was him. Here. Whenever I had seen him at the gym he had been suited and booted. Very well suited and booted. And for some reason I had always thought he was straight. It was the way he knew so many straight guys at the gym. I looked again. He was drinking from the bottle and I watched as a drop of sweat slid down his bicep. Suddenly he was looking at me. No. Glaring. I turned away. Embarrassed that I had been caught. He put the bottle down on the counter and I felt him leave my side. I could feel my face going red. Not from the poppers. Slowly I turned round and watched as he walked away. At that precise moment I made a note to change gyms. I sighed as well. He was even hotter than I thought and I noticed something about him I had never noticed before. Down the back of his spine he had a tattoo of some kind. It didn't seem to be one of those tacky tribal patterns. But I couldn't make it out. I decided to try and see what it was. But just as I was leaving the bar to follow my mate turned up. He was clearly high. I grabbed a bottle of water for him and we started to chat. He was sweating. And to be honest so was I. We had to stand close as the music was louder here and as we chatted he slipped a hand down the back of my shorts. He'd never done that before and it surprised me as I felt him finger the crack of my arse with his index finger. My cock jumped to attention. He leaned in and kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek but a full-on snog. I didn't resist as I felt his tongue in my mouth. He wasn't a bad kisser. But he wasn't excellent. But it felt good to be kissed. We stopped kissing and he pulled me away from the bar and back out into the club proper. We found a corner and continued to snog. He was an eager kisser and perhaps whatever he had taken had made it worse but his tongue was all over the place. He guided my hands to his arse so I dutifully squeezed his cheeks. Don't get me wrong he had a nice arse. Furry but chunky. I slid my hands down his crack and he moaned as I found his hole. It was wet with spit and lube. I pushed a finger in. It felt warm. My cock twitched again. He pushed me against the wall and handed me his poppers as he started to lick down my chest. I closed my eyes as he pulled down my rubber shorts to release my cock. The clod air hit my cock and balls and made me gasp as he over eagerly pulled my cock out and started to suck it. Too hard. I opened my eyes and looked down. He was totally chem-delirious. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and he started to lick and chew my balls. I looked up and started to take another hit of poppers. And there he was. Standing opposite me. Watching us. He winked and smiled and walked off. My cock went soft immediately. My mate tried to take my cock in his mouth again but I pulled up my shorts, pulled him up and kissed him. He wasn't even 'there'. I leant him against the wall and walked away. My face was burning again with shame. God. How long had he been there. What had he seen. I didn't need to change gym. I needed to leave the country. Or the club at least. But first I needed a piss. I walked to the toilets. It was heaving with guys fucking and sucking. But I wasn't in the mood. I was angry. At myself. Fortunately there was a cubicle free. Before anyone, or any group could take it I went in and shut the door. I rested my head against the wall and sighed. The cubicles were clearly designed for more than one person and suddenly I felt very small. I pulled my cock out and tried to take a piss. No good. I couldn't. I stood there for what seemed ages but in the end I gave up. I decided to leave. I could always take a piss on the way home. I opened the door and there he was. Standing in the doorway. "Finished?" he said. I went mute. He sighed and pushed past me swinging the door shut behind him. As I watched he slipped his cock out from his jock and started to take a piss. I couldn't work out if he knew I was there or not but I couldn't open the door as he had his hand on it. His cock was not even hard but I could tell it was a monster. Suddenly it all felt very intimate. There was nothing else to do so I watched as his pissed into the toilet. He swung his cock round making arcs of piss in the air. I was transfixed. I looked up and saw that he was looking at me. He winked and then turned back to watch himself pissing. Finally the stream ended. He shook himself and slid his cock back into his jock. He turned and looked at me. Suddenly he lunged forward and grabbed me around the throat. It took me by surprise and I fell back against the cold wet wall which made me gasp. His hand tightened around my throat as he leaned into my face. I could feel his breath. It smelt of beer. And poppers. His pupils were slightly dilated. We stood like that for what seemed ages. I could feel the heat from his body. I didn't move. Or breathe. He leaned in even closer and whispered to me. "Don't you fucking go anywhere you cunt until you've asked me if you are allowed to? Got that you filthy whore?" His hand squeezed tighter. "Got that?" he repeated. I nodded. Suddenly his other hand came out of nowhere and clipped me across the head. "What did you say fucker?" I wheezed out a "Yes" and his hand dropped to my shorts and squeezed my balls hard and fast. "What?" "Yes sir!" I whispered. I could scarcely breathe. He released his hand and I gasped for air. He leaned in all the way and kissed me. It was surprisingly gentle and made me gasp again. I looked up and straight into his eyes. "No fuck off till I come for you. Cunt." He pushed open the door and manhandled me out. I stumbled to the exit and turned back. He was standing there and there was already a guy on his knees starting to pull his cock out. He pointed to the door. I turned and left. (To Be Continued)

Black & Mild for some Black & Wild: The long black dick and thick creamy load I had taken 10 hours ago had been the only good part of the past seven days. Work had just been hell all fucking week, I was in a pissed off mood, feeling horny as shit, and actually still buzzing from drinking more than I should have the night before, but I had too much to do at the office to take the day off. So I was up early and out the door by 5:00 a.m. thinking I could get in, crank out what I had to, and get home early and prepare for my pre-scheduled fuck dates. Walking down the sidewalk the quiet streets and wonderful summer weather did nothing to better my mood and as I started to cross the next street I remembered one of my BBC fuck buddies scheduled to come by had asked me to pick him up some more Black & Mild cigars. So I swore a bit, turned around, and went back up the block to the 24-hour convenience store and decided I better grab them now just in case I get pressed for time later. At that time of morning the place was pretty quiet as the local commuters and construction guys working down the block had not yet arrived and as I grabbed the morning paper saw just a woman at the register talking to the clerk and a homeless looking guy trying to work the coffee machine. I stood in line behind the woman who was frustrated that the she could not get her cigarettes in a box and the clerk explained twice they only had soft packs and the rest were locked up, so it was that or nothing. Frustrated she stepped to the side, mumbling as she opened the pack. I set the paper down, the clerk started to scan it, and I said, “I also need a box of Black & Milds, oh well better make it two.” The clerk paused and instantly busted out laughing. The lady turned her head, looked at me, shook it, started saying something about, “Jesus help them…” before she joined him too and she was still laughing as she made her way out the door. Well that made my mood go from bad to fucking worse, and in my head I knew they were laughing at me because I was white and white guys don’t smoke those I guess, and feeling a bit mouthy I said, “Hey – keep the editorial to yourself. I know why you think it’s funny but they’re not for me, they’re for a buddy who plans to come by later and smoke them up while I suck his dick and he fucks me.” The clerk who had stepped back towards the shelf with all the cigarettes on them stopped, looked at me, his laugh faded, his face got serious, he stepped back to the counter with two boxes in his hand, and after looking around the store a bit said, “Yeah? No shit?” Being a smart mouth to a thuggish dude when no one else was around was probably not the smartest move, but it was too late now, and from his tone and the way he looked at me, I couldn’t tell if he was ready to jump over the counter and beat my ass with a bat he had back there, or what. So, a little more cautiously I said, “Yeah. Sorry. It’s just been a bad week and I’m tired. I meant no disrespect.” A bit of a sneer came across his face as the clerk leaned over the counter a little, both hands laid flat, his face now closer to mine, “So you like sucking dick huh? Taking black dick up in that ass?” OK, that was my cue to go, “I’m sorry man. Forget the smokes, I’ll just take the paper, and….” The clerk’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, squeezing hard as I immediately let go of the paper and tried to pull back. Fuck, damn, what had I done. “Yo Herman, yo, get up here,” the clerk hollered to the homeless man. I could hear the homeless man set down whatever he had been holding, come around the end of the aisle behind me and then the clerk said, “Go lock the door will ya. Flip the sign and stand by the door a few. I got some restocking I need to do before the morning rush and don’t need no customers bothering me – understand?” Herman mumbled and headed off to my left side where I could then see him step beyond the end of the counter, partially behind one of the display cases and heard the door lock go CLICK. The clerk let go of my hand, stood back, and slowly sauntered down the length of the back of the counter, his eyes never leaving mine. He came around the end where they kept the warmer containing the old, dried up looking hot dogs, and I was relieved to see he did not have a bat or gun or something in his hands. Stupid right? But hell, this shit was crazy. “Good thing you knew better and apologized,” the clerk said, “Guess somebody taught you right how to serve a BBC didn’t they?” As I processed what he said, he reached over, grabbed one of the boxes of Black & Milds, opened it, tapped one out, took off the wrapper, fished a lighter out of his pocket and lit it up. The clerk sneered at me again, “Get the fuck on your knees and suck my dick,” he snarled. I looked around and stammered, “Uh, what about that guy…and customers…and and there’s there’s a camera up there and…the floor’s dirty, my pants….” The clerk paid me no mind as he held the Black & Mild between his teeth, pulled his jeans down, and let his dick flop out. My excuses stopped mid-sentence as the smell of a nice ripe dick hit my nostrils – sweat, dick funk, sticky balls, tang of piss maybe too – oh damn! I dropped to my knees, hefted his dick in my right hand and admired its length and thickness as my mouth started to water. The clerk put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me into his crotch, “I ain’t got all fucking day faggot boy, get to work.” I immediately opened my mouth, tasting this convenience store treat. “Yo, Herman,” the clerk hollered, “You best be watching that door. Stay the fuck over there – hear me?” I had started to work his now hard dick into my throat when the clerk set his smoke on the edge of the counter, grabbed my head with both hands, and his upper lip curled a little as he looked down at me and practically spat, “Time for some gag-the-fag,” before he thrust his hips forward. Luckily I had not had breakfast yet so a few dry heaves, lots of tears, some swearing, and just a few strokes later the clerk let my head go and said, “Aaiight now, drop them draws, bend the fuck over.” I quickly stood up, nervously looked around again as he picked his smoke back up and took a big drag, then another. I undid the belt on my dress pants, let them drop to the floor, slid my shorts down, and bent forward over the counter by the register with a rack of chewing gum on my right and phone cards on my left. The clerk was wasting no time as he said, “Show me that fucking hole, I know you want this black dick you fucking queer and I got a mother fucking load to coat them guts with. That’s it...that’s right…fucking queer bait, dick lovin, fag. Feel my black dick…yeah I know the fuck it hurts and no I ain’t got no lube…shut the fuck…HERMAN GET THE FUCK BACK BY THE DOOR!” I was grimacing in pain as the clerk fucked me dry, but figured this was better than any alternatives, so I kept my mouth shut and let him push in further. His dick was nice and thick and pretty long too, but after the first few inches rammed up my ass, my hole started to open up and welcomed him in like a long lost friend. “FUCK THAT SHIT IS WET – YEAH YOU A COCK SUCKING QUEER FOR SURE – FUCK YEAH, TAKE THIS MOTHER-FUCKIN-DICK, GONNA FROST THOSE CAKES UP – FUCKING CHRIST FAGGOT – GONNA….OH SHIT…HELL…UGHHHHH…,” the clerk cried out as he started to seed my ass. One, two, three deep thrusts and the clerk’s whole body trembled, he groaned, his dick jumped around inside me like a loose firehose as he coated me with thick cream. Slowly his dick softened and slid out of my fresh-fucked hole and as I turned around to lick it clean, he stepped back, pulled up his boxers, then his jeans, and tucked his still wet dick away much to my frustration. He picked up his smoke off the counter, kicked the ashes on the floor to the side with his sneaker, walked back around the counter, and yelled, “HERMAN, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR UP.” Talk about a slam bam fuck. Felt like it lasted only a minute at most. I stood there still in a fuck haze when he looked at me and said, “Yo, you may want to pull your shit up.” I quickly got my dress pants up, belt buckled, and was straightening my shirt when I heard the door open and annoyed voices start complaining about they the fuck they had to wait. The clerk was ringing up my paper and smokes as the few customers who had been waiting made their way into the store and paid us no mind. The clerk paused, stepped back and grabbed two more boxes of Black & Milds, then thought about it, and grabbed the rest of the stock, six boxes in all and rang those up too. I didn’t say a word as I pulled out my credit card, handed it to him, and realized I could feel his cum seeping out of my freshly fucked ass and that my hole was throbbing hard. The clerk handed me a receipt but instead of putting the extra boxes of smokes in my bag, he slid them to the side, tapped them with his hand, looked at me and said, “A lil-something for me.” I just nodded and started to step away but stopped as the clerk added, “Wait, I need you to sign your receipt,” and then in a lower voice added, “I get off at 6:30, add you fucking number because I will be calling you and you best be ready.” I quickly left the store and as I walked up the block tried to think of what excuse I could use when I called off work. Well, it would not be lying to say I had a plumber coming would it?

Part 1. I was being fucking stupid, I knew that from the start. I knew it when I was at home, cleaning myself out and shaving everything below the neck. I knew it when I left and got the train to some place I'd never heard of before. I knew it when I walked up the drive to the address I was given and knocked on the door. And I especially knew it when the door was opened. Standing butt naked, letting me in, was an indian guy, small but with a huge cock, which was already rock solid. The second I was in, it was too late for me to stop being stupid - I was immediately forced to my knees. His cock filled my mouth and I sucked it, tasting his skin and precum on my tongue. His cock was just as big as it looked in the pictures. A solid nine inches, thick and brown. He forced it down my throat, gripping my blonde hair tightly, with no regard for any pain he caused me. After a few thrusts, he let go, pulling his cock out and smacking me with it, leaving a splat of my spit and his precum on my face. He led me from the hallway into the next room - I knew not to get off my knees, but to crawl behind him. The room should have been a living room, but if it ever had normal furniture, that had all been stripped out and replaced with a sling, a fucking bench, and table that I couldn’t see the top of, and the contents of which I could only guess at. There was also set up several cameras, positioned so that they wouldn't get in the way of what was to come. There were three people in the room - the 9 inch Indian who had let me in and fucked my throat already, a white skinhead, as naked as the first guy and with a chunky piercing in the tip of his chunky eight inch cock, plus several other piercings throughout his body, and a black guy, fully dressed in leather chaps, a jock and a waistcoat that did little to cover his muscular body. I knew to crawl straight over to this one and kiss both his boots, then wait. No one spoke, and without needing direction, the skinhead went to the table and pulled from behind it an empty backpack. He dropped it next to me, and I knew I was allowed to stand, though only briefly, to strip down to my jock, putting my shoes, socks, jeans, t-shirt and what little possessions I brought with me all in the bag. The skinhead took it away again, and flung it unceremoniously through an open door on the other side of the room, behind the sling. Then he and the Indian converged on me. The Indians dick slipped between my exposed buttcheeks, grinding against my hole, still slick from my spit. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him, his body fully pressed against mine. The skinhead, meanwhile, stood in front of me, between me and the leather clad man. He took my nipples between his fingers and started twisting them harshly as he forced his mouth against mine, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. A metal stud on his tongue smacked against my teeth as it slivered in, filling my mouth almost as much as the cock had earlier. I moaned into his mouth, and felt his cock hardening against me, the ring going through it rubbing against my now bulging jock pouch. Behind me, the Indian started kissing and biting my neck, sinking his teeth in deep. I pushed my ass out against his cock, I wanted him to fuck me right now, though I knew he wouldn't. They were only trying to see if I’d lose my nerve and beg them to let me leave, but there was no chance of that. Sure enough, with a snap of fingers behind the skinhead, both bodies suddenly separated from mine, so quickly that I nearly fell over, having not noticed that I had been using them to support myself. I immediately sank to my knees again, and looked up at the ringleader. He reached out and grabbed me by the hair, and dragged me across the room. Still holding my hair, he made me look into a full length mirror behind the fucking bench. I'd always been skinny, and my pale, hairless body looked smaller than ever in comparison to the bulking black monster that held me so firmly. The skinhead and Indian had begun kissing and wanking each others dicks while they waited for the leather Daddy to do his thing. "Say it." He said. He didn't shout, and yet the command was barked with harsh force. "I'm a stupid whore, Sir." I answered, not breaking eye contact with him through the mirror. I knew every word of what I had to say off by heart. I knew it was all being recorded too. "And why are you a stupid whore?" He asked, tightening his grip in my curly blonde hair, making me wince, but not stumble from the plan. "Because I came here tonight." I answered. "What's going to happen to you here?" "You're going to pump me full of drugs." I answered. "Then you're going to fuck me and pump me full of your cum." At this point, his other hand came round and gripped my throat. I could feel his leather covered cock pressing into my back. "And you want that?" I answered yes and he asked "Why?" "Because I want your toxic loads." I answered, and he demanded 'why' again. "Because I'm fucking stupid, but my boyfriend is stupider. He cheated on me, so I'm going to become a poz fucker and convert him too!" I didn't break eye contact the entire time. And with that, no more words were said. Pulling me by my throat, he dragged me back across to the other two, where they took it in turns to ram their cocks down my throat. Meanwhile, I could only hear the leather Daddy as he did something near the box and drug board. It didn't take long before both guys were going all the way down to the hilt in my throat. My nose buried into the hair of the Indian - I'd never taken anything in me that big before. My pathetic boyfriends cock wasn't even six inches, and barely tickled the back off my throat. I struggled and gagged around it, and he showed no sign of caring about my difficulty, gripping my head tight and fucking my mouth. When the skinhead took over, his dick might not have gone down as far, but the P.A. scratching inside me made it all the more difficult to take. He forced it down even harder than the Indian. Behind me, I heard boots approach once more. He dropped several things down, then grabbed my hips and pulled, making me stick my ass out as far as it would go without stopping me from reaching the cocks I was serving. I felt something on my back - he was writing on my shoulders with a pen, though I was too distracted by my work to follow it in my mind and work out what he wrote. After that, he moved lower down and wrote something else, that took longer, then I felt him draw an arrow on each of my ass cheeks, pointing to my hole. After that, they all moved together, like a planned attack. I was pulled to my feet, with the Skinhead wrapping his arms around me and holding me still, while the Indian held out my arm. The leather Daddy wrapped a strap around my arm and pulled it tight. It was over in a flash. Needle in, injected, out, strap off. With that, my head, my whole body suddenly burst with sensation. I coughed as I was shoved back to my knees, and a cock filled my mouth again. I didn't even know who's at first, though the piercing soon tipped me off. I didn't need any help to force myself down to the base this time - I swallowed it with a greedy hunger. At the same time, I felt a probing in my ass, and immediately thrust my hips out to meet it. The Indians tongue pushed straight into my waiting hole, where I felt it wiggle and squirm, shoving itself in and out and in again. I moaned around the skinheads cock as I got tongue fucked. This went on for a while, till the Indian guy stopped and repositioned himself so that his cock was pressed against my ass. The cock in my throat was pulled out so quickly, i worried for a moment that the piercing might cut something. All fear was quickly erased though, as a strange mask was forced over my nose and mouth. I breathed in deeply without even thinking - it smelled heavily of some chemical, and I knew I'd smelt it before in gay bars. It was poppers, and my already airy head was swimming after a few breaths, but the Indian held it on even still. I pushed my ass out against his cock again, moaning into the mask. I felt his spare hand slip between us and, with the precision of a pro, he lined up his cock with my hole. Still wet and desperate to be filled, my ass barely put up a fight, and the nine inches of cock shoved straight down till I could feel his pubes and his balls slap against me. I moaned, loudly, into the poppers mask. My virginity, which I could never convince my completely bottom boyfriend to take, despite his promises, was shattered in an instant. The Mask was dropped from my face as the Indian wrapped his arms around me. Our bodies were touching as much as they could, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, as he started pounding my hole. He had mounted me like a dog, and panted like one in my ear, occasionally kissing or biting or sucking on my neck. Meanwhile, the skinhead circled around us like a predatory animal, growling encouragements to his friend, or insults to me. "Fuck that little cunt!" He said. "Fill that hole - he'll never want it empty again." I was practically being fucked into the floor at this point, but the skinhead knelt down in front of me, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up, all without disturbing the pounding the Indian was giving my ass at all. He waved his cock in my face, smacking it against my cheeks and knocking the piercing against my lips. "See this?" He asked me. "You know what I'm going to do once he's done? I'm going to ram this right up your fucking cunt, and fuck you so fucking hard that you'll get all torn up inside. Our cum and our bug will go right into your blood. You're not walking away from this without it. No fucking chance!" And with that, he forced his cock down my throat and started fucking it. His words had got me so hot, I could feel my cock beneath me, rock hard, despite being crushed by my weight and the force of the Indian fucking me. It had slipped from my jock, and I was leaking precum - the only neg cum in the room, I thought, and that made me even harder. The Indian was obviously encouraged by what he heard too, as the speed and the force of his fucking picked up. He started moaning louder and louder, and each thrust seemed to slam down harder and harder. The whole time, the skinhead had been running his hands through my hair, half stroking, half pulling as he fucked my mouth. Finally, with a mighty howl, the Indian shoved his cock deep into my ass, his body convulsed, and I could feel his hot load blow up into me. Shot after shot blasting up, coating the insides of my ass completely. It felt like more cum than I'd ever seen one person produce before, and as his orgasm subsided, he started fucking his load into me again. Both cocks left me at the same time, the one in my ass now softer than the one in my throat. In my haze, I didn’t even see the Indian disappear from the room, he just seemed to vanish. The skinhead didn’t, and instead pulled me to my feet and forced me across the room, towards the fucking bench. He slammed me over it, grabbing both my arms and pinning them to my back with one hand, while the other grabbed my hair once more and yanked, pulling my head and holding it in a position so that I had to stare at the mirror in front of us. I noticed then that we were the only ones in the room - the black leather daddy had slipped out at some point. The skinhead needed no help to get his cock lined up with my hole, and rammed his pierced dick straight into the cum filled hole, making me moan and close my eyes. With a jerk of his hand in my hair, he half-yelled at me. “Don’t you fucking close your eyes, faggot!” He growled, shaking my head and fucking my ass hard. “You’re going to watch me convert your fucking ass, got it?!” I nodded as best I could, and I didn’t break eye contact with his reflection again. He didn’t take long, but I felt each and every thrust into me. With every few thrusts of his hips, he’d change how he fucked me. First he forced himself in as deep as he could and kept it there, moving only slightly as he bucked and grinded into my hole. After that, he pulled out completely, and repeatedly stabbed all the way back down to the hilt before pulling all the way out again, spearing me multiple times - the piercing making itself known with each and every penetration. I could tell he was getting close when he began fucking me properly, not pulling out but making me feel the full length of his eight inches as he pounded into my ass. The whole while, he kept talking. “Stupid fucker!” He said. “No fucking clue what you’re doing to yourself! This viral load is going to knock you right the fuck up! Better be ready for it! Are you fucking ready for it?!” He demanded to know. I yelled out. “Ah fuck yeah! I want your load in me! I want to be a poz Fucker like you!” My words obviously got him going, as with a wordless shout, he slammed deep into my ass and released his load. It went on just as long as the first load I took, and he began fucking it into me as well, though he went on longer than the Indian had, pounding my ass. I could feel the slickness in there, and some of the cum dribbled out of my ass and down my balls, which hung underneath, smacking into the fucking bench whenever the skinhead slammed back in. Finally, the skinhead pulled out. He let go of my hair, but not my arms. Once his cock was free, I felt him shove several fingers in instead, and I could feel his nails digging into the walls of my ass. “Gonna make fucking sure!” He said and, sure enough, when he pulled out his fingers and showed them to me in the reflection, I could see some blood mixed in with the cum. With that, he let go of me, and once again forgetting to support my own weight, I slid off the side of the bench, falling into a pile on the floor.

I just like a guy who gets off on having my cum in his ass. He's walking around after with me inside him.

As a top, I enjoy fucking guy in chastity devices. They seem super horny.

I had a boyfriend who was kind of sadistic and he would lock my cock in a chastity cage, then he would whore me out at a bathhouse or take me to a sex party. He got off watching other guys fuck my ass and know that I would not be able to touch myself. It would get real uncomfortable cause I always get hard when I'm getting fucked and he knew that. The guys who fucked me didn't seem to care but he got off watching.

I both agree and disagree with you. No, I don't think the old day were that good. And for a number of guys they still aren't. I know guys that are thin as rails because HIV has already wreaked too much havoc on their bodies to put some weight on or they just can't find a therapy that doesn't fuck up their digestive system. I know guys that got cancer because HIV wasn't detected early enough and are still suffering from the long-term effects of both the cancer and the cancer treatment. And I don't close my eyes to that part of reality. I think the problem is that some guys just don't care, they don't give a shit. And that ultimately comes across as disrespectful. Because it is that much harder to vicariously have fun while at the same time respecting what your choices actually mean.

Story depicting sex with a minor deleted. You guys should know this isn't allowed. Please don't encourage people to post stories that could get the site shut down

Lenny is taking his dick out and ramming it all the way to his balls and it feels great. Joey is told by Sam to keep me hydrated with that high octane G now as Lenny take a breaks. I'm drinking a lot of this and I'm starting to feel its effects of all the T & G that has been put in my body. Lenny goes back to wrecking my hole and shoots a big load in and is screaming as I feel his dick throbbing in my hole. Joey helps me get out of the sling , Sam says get him ready for round 2 on the fuck bench and give him a heavy slam. By now my legs are weak from being in the sling and my having my hole work over. Sam & Lenny talking that this is the most fun they have had and now that this boy is so fuck let's see if we can fist him and Sam says that is to much for now as converting him is there first priority. Joey put another needle in my arm , I see the flash of blood in the syringe then the push of it all in. I feel like I can't breath as it hits me so hard. I remember Joey strapping me to the bench and Sam & Lenny taking turns fucking and having me suck they're cleaning their dicks after they drop their load in me. Sam tells Lenny we might have converted him on the first try the way this hole is wreck, Lenny say that would take all the fun out of it but we have a few weeks before he is sick from the fuck flu. When Lenny pulls out he tells Joey to plug me so I don't leak out of the valuable Toxic seed that was just deposited in my hole. Then it’s Sam turn to breed me with his toxic loads and it goes on like this till both Sam & Lenny have no more left to give. They are both covered in sweat and are exhausted from fucking me and also want to give me a break so their seed will take.

Part 2 My body already felt tired and aching, yet I knew the night wasn’t over yet. The skinhead picked me up by my arm, and dragged me over to the sling, dropping me into it and leaving me for a moment. He came back with the rubber strap for my arm, another needle and the marker pen. Before setting me up for a second hit, he drew two small lines on my chest with the pen. “You’ll be wanting to keep track.” He said with a cocky grin as he wrapped the rubber strap around my arm and stuck the needle in. “This will hit you a lot harder than the last one, mate! Just you fucking wait. You’re not going to remember a whole fucking lot about tonight, but what stays in your head will be with you for the rest of your life!” And with that, he whipped off the rubber strap and sensation flooded me once more. “But don’t worry. Everything you don’t remember will still be recorded!” I watched myself in the mirror that was on the ceiling above the sling, and if I looked to the side I could still see myself in the mirrors for the fucking bench. Cum was leaking out of my ass, which felt empty, desperate to be filled again. Like the Indian, the skinhead seemed to just vanish, and I was left alone. I had no idea how long I was left alone for, I doubt I could have kept track of time even if there was a clock or windows or anything that would indicate it. I just hung there, waiting. My head was swimming and my cock had grown soft. Suddenly, he was there again. The black leather daddy. I didn’t even notice he was there till the door slammed shut behind him. His leather jock was gone, but he had kept his chaps and harness. He crossed the room without a word, and I saw bouncing between his legs a cock much bigger than either of the ones I’d had so far. Without waiting and without word, he lined his cock up with my ass and shoved it in, all the way in, sinking inch after inch into me with only his friends cum as lube. He must have been 12 inches, if not more, but he slid right in till I couldn’t see his cock at all between my body and his. Only once he was all the way inside me did he say anything. His hand shot down and clamped around my throat, and he growled “Say it.” “I’m a stupid whore!” I declared, half slurring. He pulled most of the way out and slammed back into my ass, and again he ordered ‘say it’. “I’m a stupid fucking whore!” I said, louder, and he repeated his actions again. “I’m a stupid fucking whore!” I yelled this time, and it seemed to be enough. He took hold of my hips and began fucking me harder and faster than either of the previous two. If the cuts from the last cock were causing me any pain, I was easily too far gone to feel it. All I could feel was the incredible pounding of a full twelve inches being thrust into me over and over again. I couldn't help but watch myself in the mirror above me, watching that huge meat keep disappearing into my ass. Whenever I looked at the man fucking me, he held my eye contact, never blinking or slowing down. He was like a machine. It was all I could do to hold onto the chains above my head as I swung in rhythm with his thrusts. It seemed impossible, but he eventually started getting even more aggressive, and from that and his animalistic grunts, I knew he was getting close to the edge. I forced my ass to clamp around his cock as tight as I could manage, and the smirk that appeared on his face told me it was helping. I wanted to milk his cock for every drop - as far as i was concerned, this would be the load that converted me. The Indian and the skinhead may have gone first, but I'll always say that it was this load, shot into me by twelve inches of raw black cock, attached to a leather clad monster of a man that made me what I am. The pounding seemed to last forever, but finally, he let out a powerful howl of pleasure, rammed himself as far into me as he would go, and I felt him erupting into me, shooting his load deep into me, much, much deeper than either of the others had reached. Like them, he started fucking it into me as his orgasm ended, and I kept my ass as tight as I could the whole time, not wanting anything to escape. Finally, though I would have kept him there forever if I could, he pulled out, and I felt more cum dribbling down my ass despite my best effort to keep it all inside me. It was only after he pulled out that I became aware once more of the room around me - we weren't alone anymore, and it wasn't the two guys from earlier, though the skinhead was still among them. There must have been at least ten guys there now, all at various levels of undress. Two guys, both looking to be about my age, were on their knees, sucking whatever cock was stuck in their mouths. The others came in all shapes and sizes - there were two more black guys, another skinhead, an older guy who did not look healthy, but the massive cock between his legs distracted me from that. One guy looked quite near my age, though bulking with muscle, and a few of the others looked like they spent most of their time behind a desk. None of them had a cock as small as my boyfriends, though none as large as the one that had just wrecked me either. The skinhead from before stepped forward and once again strapped a rubber strap around my arm, and marking the third load on my chest with the pen. Before he'd even finished giving me the injection, the old, sick looking guy stepped forwards and plunged his cock into my ass, moaning something about how slick and cummy my ass was as he started fucking me, to the encouragement of the crowd. Once the strap was gone, I was gone. What followed was a blur of cocks being rammed up my ass and down my throat by all sorts of guys. The skinhead took me twice more, and at one point I was put over the fucking bench and spitroasted by the two black guys. Even the twinky cocksuckers had a go with me, calling me a runt or a bottom bitch. At some point, long before they were done with me, I must have passed out, as eventually my memory of the night cuts out entirely. When I regained consciousness the the next evening, I was alone. My bag of clothes had been left near where I had been dumped. I staggered to my feet and over to the mirror, struggling to walk. My legs and ass ans back and stomach were all covered in now drying cum, though I could still feel the moistness inside. I wondered how long they kept fucking me after I'd passed out. I inspected the marks on my body - I was covered in bites, and areas that were now beginning to bruise. The tally marks on my body were blurred by sweet, but I counted 24 marks, at least. The writing on my back was hard to read, but I could tell that it said "Stupid Whore". The writing near my ass was nearly completely unreadable - I could only vaguely make out the words 'Neg' and 'Poz'. I looked all around the house, but there was no one to be found anywhere, nor anything in any of the rooms. There was a bathroom, but it apparently had no water going to it, as I couldn't get anything to come through any of the fittings. Resigned to the fact that I'd have to walk home in my current state, I went back downstairs and dressed myself. I knew my partner wouldn't be home for a few days - more than enough time to recover and for the marks to fade to a level that he wouldn't notice. As i left, I wondered how long it would take for the virus to work its way through me and into him.

I was putting my day off to good use, sprawled out by the pool of my apartment complex on a hot afternoon. I’d just climbed out of the water a few moments earlier and settled into some sunbathing when I heard voices approaching. At first I was annoyed that I no longer had the (rather small) pool area to myself, but very quickly changed my mind when I saw who’d arrived: a pair of young twinks who I hadn’t seen around the building before. One was tall and slim, with short blond hair, and the other was a much shorter, slightly more built guy who I couldn’t quite pin down — maybe a Latin-Asian mix? I felt more than slightly pervy doing the old “my sunglasses are on so you can’t tell where my eyes are” maneuver, checking them out as they pulled off their shirts and threw their belongings down. I can’t lie, at first I wondered if they were even legal — they didn’t look SO young, but you can be fooled — though I eventually realized that the shirts and hats they’d shed had UCLA logos on them. Between the voyeurism and the “are they legal?” question I was creeping myself out a bit, so I resolved to show some self-control, stop staring, and get back to relaxing. After a few minutes I’d clearly zoned out pretty good, because I was shaken awake by a sudden voice: “Hey, man — you using this?” It was the blond one; they’d climbed out of the pool and were both standing there, dripping, asking about the chair next to me. “No no, go right ahead,” I said. “Just me today.” “The sign says you should never use the pool alone,” he replied, smirking, pointing to the huge list of rules and regulations posted on the wall right next to me. I smiled. “My boyfriend’s out of town this week, alas. And he hates swimming anyway. I pretty much only ever get to use the pool when he’s not here.” “His loss,” said the other one, pulling the chair into place (and giving me an impressive look at his bent-over bubble ass as he did so). Deliberate? Maybe. I’d pegged these kids as just two straight friends at first, but figured I’d throw the boyfriend thing out there to see if they picked up on it. And I was starting to think they had. “Sorry it took me a sec to realize you were talking to me, by the way,” I continued. “I, uh, can’t lie, I’m a little stoned.” “Nice!” said the blond guy. “Dude, swimming stoned is the best. So fucking relaxing.” “I’ve never done it,” said his friend. “The next time I get weed we’re hanging out here all day.” Opportunities don’t come much bigger than that. “Actually,” I said, “I don’t mind sharing if you guys are cool. The bong’s already packed upstairs.” “Seriously? Yes please, damn. You don’t mind?” The blond guy was already sitting up in his chair. “Oh I’ve got plenty,” I said. “And, uh, I’m reasonably sure you’re not cops.” “No, no we are not,” he replied, with a huge, goofy grin. “Definitely not.” We collected our stuff and headed to my apartment, just a few doors down from the pool. Inside it was cool and dark, and I realized just how much I’d been sweating in the sun. I switched on the A/C as they entered behind me. The Latin guy laughed. “Yeah, you’ve been smoking in here, man. Smells amazing.” “Ha. I’ll have to air it out before the BF gets back. Bong and lighter are on the table, help yourselves, guys. I’m gonna be in the bathroom real quick.” The blond guy wasted no time taking a huge pull as I walked out of the room for a moment. In the bathroom, I adjusted the growing boner that was developing in my suit — I still wasn’t COMPLETELY sure this was going where I thought it might, so I didn’t want to freak them out. I figured my next move would be to offer them drinks to take down to the pool when they headed back, which would at least keep them in my apartment for a couple more minutes of flirting. I flushed the toilet to sound natural and headed out into the living room — —and caught the two of them on my couch with their tongues down each other’s throats, and the blond guy tweaking the stiff nipples of his smaller, built friend, who had a very clear boner tenting the front of his swim shorts. “Oh, shit,” said the blond kid, pulling back suddenly. “Sorry. That was weird.” “Sorry,” said his friend. “I, uh, I get horny really quick when I smoke.” “Don’t fucking stop on my account,” I said, grabbing the bong and taking a hit myself. They both smirked and turned back to each other; this time, the blond kid grabbed his friend’s crotch and started squeezing his hard cock through the fabric. I settled in next to them and started flicking his nipples just the way he apparently liked it. He moaned and immediately grabbed my face to pull me into a wet, sloppy kiss, with a lot of tongue. He was not kidding; weed made him insanely horny. The blond kid grabbed his friend’s shorts and pulled them down, freeing a thick, uncut brown cock with foreskin completely over the head, even though it was rock hard. Damn. As he climbed off the couch and got between his friend’s legs, I could see his own shorts pushing out in the front. He flipped down his waistband and hauled out a long, slightly up-curved cut cock with a bright red, pointed head. He swooped in and stuck his tongue into his friend’s foreskin, swooshing it around as he took firm hold of the base of that thick cock. His friend moaned into my mouth, and dropped his own hand onto my crotch, squeezing my own dick, which was trapped against one of my legs. “Oh fuck,” he said. “You’re hung, man.” I smiled. “Eight and thick,” I replied. Without missing a beat, the blond kneeling on the floor reached over and gave me a squeeze himself, then started pulling at my shorts. I let him take them down and my own throbbing, cut cock bounced back and slapped my stomach. The Latin guy groaned and spat in his hand, slicking me up and working me over, as his friend stopped tonguing the head of his boner and instead swallowed the whole thing, to the root, spit sliding down the shaft and pooling in his friend’s trimmed pubes. I enjoyed the show — and the handjob — as the two of them locked eyes, that thick Latin cock sliding in and out of the blond’s sucking mouth. He was beating his own meat pretty furiously. “We should definitely be going into the bedroom,” I said, standing up. They agreed. As we walked in, I headed to the nightstand and pulled out poppers, condoms (fished them out of the back of the drawer, since the BF and I don’t use them), and lube, the responsibility of any good host. The Latin immediately flopped on his back onto the bed, and the blond knelt up by his face, slapping his cock across his lips. Greedily, his friend sucked on the head, gradually working his way further down the shaft. I wanted my own turn sucking that uncut dick, and wasted no time getting between his thick brown thighs. He spread them wide and pushed his cock up into my mouth. It tasted amazing — still a slight funk under the foreskin, but nothing nasty, just enough to make it delicious. And he was a precummer, too — when I pulled back for a moment and squeezed his cock, a thick white drop pushed its way out and spread onto his knob, the foreskin quickly smearing it across the head. I pushed my tongue into his slit and dug out as much as I could. Meanwhile, the blond had found the poppers, and was alternating between taking hits and feeding them to his friend. Eventually they got around to offering them to me, and after a few good snorts I could feel my whole body warming up. The only thing I like quite as much as fucking on poppers is eating ass on poppers — and since this Latin kid was clearly relaxed and game for anything, I grabbed his thighs and pushed them up to expose his hole. It was incredible — brown and twitching, with a thick line of hair running down his taint and framing it on both sides, but completely hairless ass cheeks. I immediately spat onto his hole and dove in, hearing him moan around the long white cock in his mouth. His ass tasted even better than his cock — like chlorine, from the pool, but also sweaty from the sun. I dug as deep into his hole as I could, spitting fresh lube onto his hole as I went, as I looked up to watch the blond’s dick disappearing into his mouth, with wet slurping sounds. He was a serious cocksucker. Each time the blond bottomed out in his friend’s throat, his body spasmed, and his hole bit down on my tongue. Good fucking god, was this ever hot. A little overwhelmed and breathless from keeping my nose pressed into his ass, I pulled back and let the Latin’s legs down. He immediately got up and rolled over, getting on his hands and knees as he took my cock in his mouth and pushed his ass towards his friend, who quickly dove in to eat some hole himself. He didn’t spend long, though — after a few quick plunges of his tongue, and a huge wad of spit hocked onto the hole, the blond took up position, and sank his entire seven-inch cock in, spit-lubed, raw. Well, shit. This was officially the hottest fuck in the world. The Latin moaned long and low, and fumbled for the poppers, taking a huge hit to prepare himself for a pounding. It wasn’t long in coming — after a few slow, deep thrusts, letting that ass get used to him, the blond dropped another wad of spit onto the spot where that hole was swallowing his dick, and began to take longer strokes, building up to a steady rhythm as his hands dug into his friend’s hips. Meanwhile, the Latin grabbed my rock-hard cock and took it down his throat. He was truly spitroasted. I leaned over his body and grabbed his ass cheeks, pulling them apart to watch the insanely hot action as his friend barebacked his perfect hole. Eventually, I couldn’t help myself — I got in there and stuck my tongue in, lubing up that young cock. I straightened up and locked eyes with the blond, who was flushed red and sweating. He smiled. “I’m not gonna last long, man,” he grunted. Before I could even speak came the response from below — “Shoot in me,” groaned the Latin, dropping my cock from his mouth. “Give me that huge fucking load.” That was all the trigger he needed — he began to pound wildly into his friend’s ass, the sound of cheek slapping on thigh becoming sharp and loud. A low moan escaped his throat and built into a howl as he thrust in as deep as he could, pushing the Latin’s face into my crotch, and began to shudder, pumping cum all the way down into that hot, sucking hole. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” panted the Latin. “I can feel it. Fuck.” The blond gasped and exhaled, shaking one last time as he began to withdraw from that soaked hole. There was a wet splattering sound as the head of his cock popped out, along with a quick puff of air from the jackhammer thrusting he’d been laying down. His lean, wiry body was bright red and shiny with sweat. He stepped off the bed and stood admiring his handiwork, breathing heavily. I was in pig heaven, and had to know what that hole tasted like. I spun the Latin around to point his ass toward me; he flopped back onto his back, and took up the position I’d eaten him out in before. Now his dark brown hole was slick with spit, and just the tiniest white froth of cum around its rim; I licked it eagerly and pushed in as deep as I could. I could taste the salt, but was disappointed not to find any actual jizz; the blond had pumped his load too deep. “Fuck, man,” said the blond, appreciating the sight of my face buried in that well-fucked hole. “That’s hot.” The Latin was back on the poppers, and handed them down to me, locking his knees behind his elbows and crunching up his abs. His cock, which he had not touched throughout that merciless fuck, was rock-hard and wet at the tip. “Fuck me,” he said. “Get in that wet fucking hole.” Between the poppers and his encouragement, I nearly passed out. I pressed the head of my cock against that cunt and pushed right in — no further lube required. That was a damn good sign. His eyes rolled back, the poppers taking hold. I knew he could take it now — so I gave it to him. My cock is thick and long, and I pounded it in and out, letting the head pop free every few strokes and fucking the whole length back into him. His hole felt like hot silk. Soon, my long strokes began to have the exact effect I was hoping for — they pulled that “huge fucking load” the blond had shot up out of the depths of his ass, white froth beginning to collect at the base of my dick and around his grasping pucker. The wet, slapping sounds became truly incredible, and a dark spot started to form on the sheets. I pulled out one more time and studied the hole — jackpot. A thick, milky stream of cum trickled out of the hole and down his back. I licked it up, spat it onto my cock, and pushed back in. “FUCK yes,” he barked. “That’s fucking nasty.” “You like getting bred, huh?” I asked. “I fucking love it,” he growled, his eyes lighting up. “I can’t fucking get enough. I was the dorm cumhole all last year. I moved over here because FUCK—“ I bottomed out in him “—I need some cock from real men, too.” “You live in the building now? Fuck, I’m gonna want this hole again,” I said. “Anytime you want, man. Bring your friends.” That was too much. This kid was maybe twenty, and was begging for multiple loads in his hole. And the promise of seeding this ass again? “I’m gonna breed this hole so fucking deep,” I said. “Seed my ass man.” He hit the poppers. “Fucking flood it.” I pulled the bottle out of his fist and paused to take a deep hit, saving myself from going over the edge, but staying right on it. I wanted this to be the most intense orgasm I could possibly manage. As that warmth washed over me, I looked down at the kid’s hole. It was soaked with a thin, clear layer of jizz, and my pubes were wet and matted down. That was it. I slammed in deep and moaned as a burning hot load shot out of my cock. “Shiiiiit,” he said. “You’re fucking pulsing.” I was. The base of my cock was jumping as I fired seven or eight huge bursts of cum into his ass, then a dozen smaller drops as it continued to throb. Sweat dripped off my brow onto the boy’s face. He looked up and pulled me into another of those wet, sloppy make-outs as my softening cock flopped out of his ass. I looked up — shit, I’d forgotten about his friend. He’d left the room to get the bong, and was now back, beating his once-again hard cock. As I flopped onto my side on the bed, the Latin obediently swung around, still on his back, turning ninety degrees and hanging his ass off the edge of the mattress and dropping his face onto my leg, next to my dick. The blond was clearly on the edge, and was furiously whipping his cock around in a death grip. Positioning that pointed head an inch away from his friend’s hole, he gasped and shot hard, a thick, forceful jet of cum hitting the exact bullseye center of that well-fucked ass. He immediately pushed in and buried the rest of the cum as deep as he could, that thick first shot sliding up along his shaft as he fucked away. As the blond smeared his second load around that hole, the Latin finally took hold of his own dick and, with just a few seconds of intense, furious jacking, sprayed an enormous, splattering volley of cum across his torso, catching his face and my stomach in the crossfire. The blond grabbed his phone and took a victory snap of his friend’s sloppy hole. I admit I was jealous I didn’t think to do the same. Finally, the Latin relaxed, his tight muscles unclenching as he let down his legs and arms. He laughed and smiled. “Well,” he said, breathlessly. “That was fucking awesome.” “I… yeah.” I didn’t have any words for a response. So I didn’t bother. I thought perhaps they’d both relax for a moment — but the Latin scooted off the bed, knelt in front of the blond, sucked the last few drops off the tip of his cock, and then grabbed his swim shorts. “What’re the odds we can get back to the pool before I totally soak the ass of these, huh?” He wondered aloud. “Not great,” I said. “Look.” The blond laughed. “He’s right man, fuck. There’s already a huge spot right between your cheeks.” The Latin smiled. “Well, if I’m lucky, there’s another slut half as hot as you in this building who’ll see it,” he said, winking in my direction. “So, uh, yeah, thanks for the weed man,” said the blond, tucking his own cock back into his swimsuit. “That was… fucking hot.” “Any fucking time, seriously,” I said. “You’re here in the building now, so—“ “Oh I’ll find you,” said the Latin guy. “Believe it.” The blond slapped his friend’s ass and smiled, and they headed for the door. “See you soon,” they said, flip-flops snapping on the concrete outside as they returned to the pool to wash off an incredible fuck. I grabbed my phone to text my partner. “You are never gonna believe what’s moved in here. Save your loads until you get back.”

Part V (e) "Wake up cunt." I opened my eyes. I upright but I couldn't move. No even my head. My eyes focused and I realised that I was in another room. I was staring at myself. A mirror. I was strapped to some kind of board my legs were slightly set apart and shackled. My arms as well. And a leather band was keeping my head in place. I heard a click. Again. I still had my speedos on and I could still feel the but plug in my arse. Looking at me in the mirror was Peter. My master. He was in a white jock now. He has leather wrist bands on. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding. I felt elated and light headed. I wasn't sweating and I suddenly noticed how hot the temperature was. "Good boi." His hand slid down my stomach to my crotch. My cock was still hard. Very hard. "I am glad you obeyed me and went to the gym. I like my whore boys to be slim. Another point." He leaned behind me and pushed the butt plug in my arse. I realised that my arse was exposed at the back. The feeling was intensely pleasurable and I moaned aloud. "Good boi. See the chill has almost disappeared. Soon it will be time to return to you arse but for now ..." He moved round and stood before me. He pushed open mouth and poured another phial of chems down my throat. I didn't resist. I gulped down the bitter liquid greedily and immediately felt a warm glow in my stomach. I watched as he tipped a phial down his own throat. I could feel my balls tighten. My cock felt even harder. I looked down as his hand reached down to my crotch and started kneading it. Again I moaned aloud as I watched he pulled my speedos down and as my cock sprung free a spray of precum splattered across his muscular thighs. He wiped it up with his finger and pushed it into my mouth. Fuck it tastes so good. He pulled my speedos down then kneeing down he ripped them off. his muscles rippled across his shoulders. It was magnificent. He stood up and grabbed my cock. He fed my some poppers and then he slowly started to wank it. It felt incredible. I felt my balls tighten again. He noticed. And stopped. "No. Not yet." He walked to a side table and grabbed a bottle of lube. It had a spout. He started walking back to me. "Lube. You have to love it don't you? Makes wanking so pleasurable. The silky feel of it on your cock. Wouldn't you agree?" I nodded eagerly. "But I wonder if you've ever had lube squirted down your cock." I continued to smile. He was so sexy and persuasive. It sounded amazing. My cock twitched in anticipation. He stood before me and grabbed my cock. He gently start to pull the foreskin back. As far as it would go. He smiled. "A nice tight foreskin. Another point for you my dirty boi. But I wonder if you have ever had lube down your cock with ... additives." He looked up as the smile faded from my face. I strained against my restraints. I was powerless. I watched as he tipped the spout of the bottle into the slit of my cockhead. He gripped my cock firmly and as I watched he squeezed the bottle every so slightly At first I felt nothing. He looked up at me. I stared back. Nothing. Then the slightest of feeling as I felt liquid move up my shaft. I let out a breath. My god it felt incredible. I grinned at him and let out a laugh. Christ. It felt so good. Then it started to feel different. Not in my cock but at the base of it. I held my breath trying to work out what I was feeling. There was a slight chill but it didn't seem to increase. My balls were itching on the inside. I looked down and he gave the bottle a final squeeze then pulled it away. He slipped my foreskin over the head of my cock and held it there. He looked at me. The feeling was like nothing I had felt before. I didn't understand it. He chuckled. "How does that feel? Weird? Exciting? Cold? Uncomfortable?" With each word I nodded. I couldn't describe it but it felt incredible. The base of my cock and my balls felt like they were being licked from the inside. I moaned with pleasured. I could feel the sensation moving up my body. He slid to the side of me and grabbed the butt plug in my arse and gently twisted it. I moaned louder. "That's it my cunt boi." He stopped and walked back to the table. He returned with two lengths of tubing. I was lost in the intense feeling in my cock and arse and didn't notice as he attached one tube to my cock then walked behind and attached one to the butt plug. He moved quickly bag to teh table and grabbed something else. He walked back and attached it to the strap across my head. Before I could react he had pushed a nozzle into my mouth and locked it there. I was lost in a pleasurable dazed as I watched him attach the two tubes to either side of my mouth. I jerked up suddenly. He looked at me. "What's wrong cunt boi? What are you feeling?" He placed his hand on my stomach and started to push in gently. Fuck I needed to piss. My eyes widened. The pressure he was exerting was intense. "That's it boi. You need to piss. And you need to keep drinking." He chuckled. "A perfect circle you might say." I shook my head. No. He pressed more insistently on my bladder. And more insistently. NO! I fought the desire to piss. But I couldn't and without warning felt myself starting to piss. I waited for the inevitable. Of course I was into piss. But while I had been pissed on and taken piss into my mouth, I had never swallowed piss. Not even my own. Not even in my darkest fantasties. Nothing. I looked up. Peter had disappeared. Then I felt his hand on my arse pushing against the butt plug. Suddenly I felt cold liquid flood my mouth. It taste bitter. Cold. Fuck. Before I could stop I started to swallow. And then it stopped. The cold feeling hit my stomach. Peter was suddenly in front of me again. He grabbed my chin and I winced. "How was that boi? Pure caffeine and deep freeze." I screamed. I knew where the liquid was from. My arse. I started fighting against the restrainst when my mouth was flooded with more liquid. It tasted different. Sweeter and warmer. No. NO! Peter laughed. "Do't be so surprised. You have surrendered to me completely. You are mine to do what I want with. And we have only just begun." My mouth was flooded again with the bitter liquid. I could not help but swallow it. I moaned as I was forced to drink my own liquids but couldn't help notice the effect it was having on me. I was beginning to sweat profusely again as the chems in the liquids re-entered my body. When there was no more liquid to swallow Peter removed the gag and released the head band. My head slumped forward and I watched as he unplugged the tube from my cock. He walked behind me and I felt him grab the butt plug and rip it from my hole. I screamed from the sudden blinding pain. And then again when I felt him forced the hard rubber back into my hole. "Hmmm. Tight. Just as I planned. Another point." He pulled it out again. Then I felt the most amazing feeling which stopped my screaming. His tongue licking my hole. I moaned. Then it stopped. He walked back round and to the table. He rifled through the bag. And turned. In his hand a slim piece of long metal. I moaned. I futilely attempted to escape. He laughed. Then stopped in his tracks. "No. Perhaps not quite yet." My body was wrapped in a warm chem glow of everything he had given me. I cock was still hard and my arse was stinging from its short yet savage use. He walked towards me and released two catches on either side. I started to fall forward. I screamed as the floor moved closer. The board I was attached to banged to a halt slapping my head against the back. I winced from the pain. I was staring at the floor. Suddenly I saw his booted feet. I felt his hand on my arse. I felt his finger traced between my cheeks and touch my hole. I gasped. I felt his finger probe into my arse. I moaned as I felt his finger slip into my hole. He pulled it out. I watched as his boots moved away. He returned and I felt cold liquid hit my arse. Roughly his finger plunged into my arse making my scream as he drove it in to his knuckle before pulling out again. He walked back to my head and knelt down. "Hush Cunt Boi or do you want the ball gag again?" I shook my head. Not the ball gag. He returned to my arse. I felt him push something into my arse. Another pill. I grunted in fear. I wasn't sure I could take any more chems. His finger stayed in my arse pushing the pull in deeper that before. Suddenly I saw both his feet in front of me. "As I said you need to learn obedience. You need to learn to obey me completely before you will even see my cock." I moaned and whispered that I was sorry. That I would do better. I would be a perfect slave. I heard another click by my head. I felt the board behind me disappear. I tried to look up but couldn't. Nothing. Then I felt something warm and wet on the back of my head. First drips and then a steady flow as his piss started to drench my head. I shook my head and moan as his hot wet piss ran over my head and face. Into my eyes. My nose. My mouth. Cascading down and then onto the floor. I heard him sign with relief as he emptied his bladder all over my head. His piss smelled of chems. It was red hot. And just as suddenly it was over. I heard more clicks and then the table was bolted into the upright position. The sudden change in position made my dizzy. What piss was left on my hair dripped down my sweaty body. I opened my eyes. He was standing before me bollock naked apart from his boots. In his hand was his jock. His cock was stiff and horizontal against his six pack. And it was huge. It was at least ten inches long and very VERY thick. He saw me staring at it. He grabbed it with one hand and nonchalantly wanked it. He pulled a bead of precum from the head and licked his finger. I licked my lips. I wanted it do badly. He bent over double and I watched as he licked the head of his own cock. He looked up and smiled at me then turned back to the bag. He pulled another phial from the bag and approached me. He caressed my face and gently kissed me before tipping the contents into my mouth. I blacked out once again.

Here you go, lads - let me know what you think of it... Part II I turned to walk back into the toilets. And stopped. What had just happened? Had he really spoken to me? I touched my neck. It hurt from where he had gripped me by the throat and squeezed. That was real enough. As was my hard cock in my shorts. I turned around again. He had ordered me to leave. I should. I didn't want to risk annoying him. Not because he would hurt me. But because he might not. I looked around and wondered if I could loiter outside the toilets but there was nowhere to stand. The corridor was too narrow and I didn't want to risk it. I was also confused. Did he recognise me from the gym? I didn't think so. He had never noticed me at the gym. Why had he let me stay in the cubicle then? Did he find me attractive. He couldn't, I mused. He was a muscle guy and I clearly wasn't. It was all too confusing. I walked back into the main bar. The lights had been dimmed even more. All around most of the guys were now bollock naked. As I entered hands grabbed for me. I didn't resist as I was lost in thought. But I didn't stop either. I walked to the far end of the bar where I had first seen him. As I turned round a guy knelt in front of me and pull down my rubber shorts. I didn't resist as I felt his hot mouth engulf my cock. My hand automatically went to the back of his head and pulled him deeper onto my hard cock. It felt good. I pulled open my poppers and took a deep hit. Fuck this guy was good. He was swirling his tongue around the head of my cock like an expert as one hand kneaded and pulled gently on my balls. I flattened my hand against the back of his head and slowly started to face fuck him. I looked down. It was the young guy from before. He was damn good at this! No wonder the other guy had been moaning. I put both hands behind his head and pushed deep down his throat. He didn't even gag. The poppers were making me feel all warm and sweaty. I pinched my own nipple and looked up. Guys all around were watching and nodding appreciatively as the young guy serviced my hard cock. I couldn't see him though. A thought flashed through my mind. He was still in the toilets. The centre of attention. And it wasn't with me. My cock started to soften again. I pulled out and looked down at the guy. I leaned down to kiss him and whispered I was sorry. My hands travelled down further to reach for my shorts. They weren't there. I knelt down til I was face to face with the guy as I searched for my shorts. Fuck it. He had slipped them off and now they were no where to be seen. I stood up again. I was bollock naked apart from a rubber cock ring. What the fuck was I going to do? I was going to stay. I was so horned up now that I needed to find some release. I had been bollock naked in clubs before. And I knew that I looked better than I had ever looked before. But what about the muscle guy? I was suddenly angry. Fuck the cunt, I thought. He wasn't around. I was too proud to hang around. Guys here wanted me and they could have me. I pushed my way from the bar and headed into the club proper. As I walked out hands reached for me again and I stopped every time so that I could feel sweaty flesh on my skin. More than once I kneeled down to take a hard cock in my mouth. Savouring the taste of other peoples' sweat and gob and cum on those hard shafts. I savoured the feeling as guys felt my sweaty arse and probed and teased my hole. But I moved away whenever I felt a cock against my arse. No yet. I didn't want to be fucked just yet. The main club was now a seething mass of sex to a hard dance beat. Everywhere men were fucking, sucking and kissing their way into drug-fucked oblivion. As I wasn't high it was like I was standing above them. Observing. Part of me wanted to be in the middle of that drug-fucked orgy but another part of me wasn't so sure I wanted to get that lost. Anyway where would I get drugs now? Just then I saw my mate. He was standing there looking at me. He winked and beckoned me over. "Having fun?" I told him I was horny and needed a 'little help'. He chuckled and reached down into his boot and retrieved a small bullet of paper. "MDMA" he whispered. "Just enough." He winked and walked away. I pulled open the paper and without caring who saw tipped the white powder into my mouth. It was bitter. Very bitter. So I washed it down with my water and then dropped the bottle on the floor. I loved MDMA. It worked quickly and kept me hard. And it didn't take long to take effect. Soon I was wading through walls of flesh. Rubbing against other sweaty bodies. Kissing. Groping. Licking. Sucking. Giving myself totally to the sensations around me. High on drugs. Drunk on poppers. I licked precum from my lips from all the cocks I sucked. I licked the sweat from mens backs and chased it down to their cracks. I buried my face in the pits of men I didn't even look at. It was fantastic. And then suddenly he was there. Watching. Again. I froze as he glared at me. Then I noticed. My mate at his feet. Kneeling there. Eyes glazed over. The muscle guy had his hand on the top of his head. Owning him. My mate looked up at him and smiled. And received a smack around the head for it. My cock stiffened. I felt precum ooze from the head of my cock. That should be me. He raised a finger to his lips as if bidding me to be silent. As if he knew I wanted to scream in frustration that he had chosen my mate over me. I wanted to turn and run but I couldn't . I was stuck to the spot. And suddenly he moved away from the wall and turned away from me. The sea of fucking flesh parted as he continued to walk deeper into the club. My mate tried to stand up and follow him. He was violently pushed away and fell. Lost in a sea of mouths and cocks that buried him. The guy turned around. Stared at me. And winked. Then beckoned me to follow him. I didn't hesitate. I now ignored those same hands and mouths that had been enough until then. Now I was wanted. I followed him into the deepest recesses of the club. I had never ventured this far back before. I had been told this was where the most extreme hardcore sex happened. Guys wild on drugs, high on sex, just wanting to be used. He walked ahead of me. No one touched him. Every so often he would stop and look over his shoulder and smile. Once he stopped just under a dim spotlight and stretched his hands above his back. I watched as the muscles rippled under his sweaty skin. I was in awe. I walked passed men fucking. Fisting. Pissing on one another. All the things that only moments before I craved were no longer important. I was completely focused on following him. Suddenly he stopped. And then he was gone. Nowhere to be seen. I panicked and moved faster. I was at a dead end. Where did he go? It was impossible. I began to panic. I had lost him. Shit. but as my eyes became more accustomed to the gloom I made out a recess on my left. I turned and stood before it. This far back the music was but a dull thud. I heard someone move within. "Get in here fuck boy. Walk until I tell you to stop." I shivered. From fear. And expectation. Gingerly I walked into the gloom. I had no idea where I was walking. Or what I was walking into. The MDMA was at full pelt in my body. I was sweating. I was shaking. I was so hard it hurt. "Stop." I stopped and stood there shivering. "Cold are you fuck boy?" He was behind me. I jumped. I could feel his breath on my shoulder. I started to turn around. "No." He smacked me on the back of my head. Hard. "Don't turn around cunt. Who said you could. I saw you. Whore. Sucking any cock you could. Licking every arse. Gulping cum. Do you think I want me whoreboy to do that?" I shivered. He smacked me on the back on the head. "Answer me" he whispered into my ear. My legs almost gave way as I felt his mouth so close. "No. No Sir." He chuckled. "No. That's right. I decide when my whoreboy needs to perform." Suddenly I felt his fingers trace down my back. I moaned as I felt it trace my spine. "A fittie aren't you my cuntboy." I nodded as his finger slid between my arse cheeks and tease my hole. "Spread your cheeks for me boy. I want to see if this hole has been used. It better not have been." I bent over slightly and spread my cheeks. I hadn't been fucked that night. Or for weeks. I was so tight. I felt his finger push against my hole. I moaned again as he ran his finger over my arse. "Good boy. Not been fucked in a while I would guess." I nodded again. "Good. And taken candy I would guess too?" I nodded again. "Yes sir. Some MDMA." He chuckled. "Gay boy." Suddenly he grabbed me from the back, an arm around my neck and pushed a finger into my mouth. Before I could resist he was rubbing my teeth and gums. The taste was very bitter. "This will be more like it." I don't know why but I struggled which only made him clasp his arms around my chest. I struggled for a while longer until I realised it was useless. He was strong. And whatever he had given me was kicking in. A warmth invaded not only my stomach. But my cock, balls and arse. I could feel the sweat streaming off me. My head was spinning. I could hear the blood rushing through my veins. "Good boy. There doesn't that feel good." I couldn't even nod. He was now standing pressed against me. I could feel his hard cock through his jock pressed against my arse. I pushed back. I wanted his cock. He laughed. "Hungry cunt boy? No. Not yet. Not yet." His hand moved down the front of my body and grabbed my cock. I moaned. He gripped the shaft tight making me moan even louder. "Mmmm. Hard. Feels good in my hand. You will make a good slave boy with a cock like this." I nodded. His hand moved up my body to my neck and squeezed around it. He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the neck. "I am going to fuck you up. You hear me? I am going to own you. You cock. Your arse. Your body. Your mind. Your soul. When I want you I don't give a fuck where you are or who you are with. You will come to me. Immediately. Understood?" I nodded as his hand gripped my neck tighter. "Yes Sir. YES!" My whole body was now burning with desire. For sex. To be used. He moved away. I tried to turn around but he slapped me on the back of my head. "No boy. don't turn around. I know what you need." I winced in anticipation. My hand went to my arse and I wiped sweat off and lubed my hole. "Tell me what you want" he whispered. My mind was reeling. "I want your cock sir. I want you to fuck me. Hard. Harder than ever before Sir. I want you to own my arse." He chuckled. "Good boy. Although I am going to have to teach you to be a better begger. But not tonight. Bend over. Spread your cheeks." I obeyed. I bent over and spread my cheeks. And nothing. I held my breath. Still nothing. I started to turn my head. "DON'T MOVE!" he yelled. Suddenly I felt his arms around my waist and the most agonising pain imaginable as I felt his cock rip into my arse. I yelled from the pain and my knees buckled. He lifted me up and push his cock further into my arse. I tried to push away as he fucked me. It was too much. His cock was ripping a hole in my gut. I retched from the pain and struggled to break free. He held me tight around the waist and continued to plunge in and out of my arse. I began begging him to stop. I told him - begged him - to pull out. Whatever he had given me wasn't dulling the pain. It was intensifying the feeling. Every thrust made lights flare up behind my eyelids. I could hear him grunting with each thrust. His breathing hard and laboured. "Want some poppers cunt boy?" I opened my eyes. I didn't understand. I felt the poppers pushed into my nostril and splash up my nose. I breathed in. Anything to help with the pain. But something was wrong. My mind wasn't working. "Good boy." No. This was wrong. I couldn't understand how he could be fucking me and feeding me poppers. I could feel his breath on my face. And his cock in my arse. Ripping me open with ever deeper thrusts. His cock? No. Not his. I panicked and started to struggle. He realised that I had discovered what was going on and I could hear him laughing. He leaned forward into my face again and grabbed me by the chin. "What fuck boy? Don't you like it? Don't you like being fucked? Used?" He gobbed into my face and smeared it in. The guy fucking me was still driving deep into my arse. He wasn't stopping. The pain was reaching a crescendo in my arse. "Please. Please stop" I begged. He grabbed me by the chin again. "Stop. Isn't this what fuck boy wanted. A cock up his arse?" I moaned. He laughed. "You didn't think I was going to fuck you did you boy. No. You aren't worthy. You think I would put my cock in your arse? After what I've seen tonight. After watching you stare at me in the gym. Lusting after me. Making me the centre of your wank fantasies at home. Me fuck you? No." The guy fucking me pulled me up. And pressed me against his body. His cock, deep in my arse, started to pulse. The muscle guy stood up. "Can you feel it? Can you feel his spunk?" I could. I could feel the guy behind me shaking as he started to cum. I could feel the bristles on his clipped chest. Suddenly I knew who it was. The was the first guy I had seen. He was fucking me. Against my will. He shuddered as I felt his cum shoot into my arse. I tried to move away again but he held me in his iron grip. He licked and kissed the back of my neck as he came. And came. And came. His hot spunk filled my arse. Suddenly I panicked again and writhed desperately to get free. His hand shot forward and grabbed my cock. Squeezing it hard he started to roughly jack me off. I screamed at the sudden pain but he didn't stop. But it didn't take long. A dozen hard sharp twists and suddenly I was shooting spunk. As I shot the guy behind me let me go. I feel to the ground. Into my own spunk. The muscle guy knelt down and grabbed my face. Holding open my mouth he made me taste my own hole - he fingered my sloppy cunt, and then made me lick his hand clean. I lay on the floor in a ball. My arse was fucked raw. My cock was throbbing with pain. Suddenly I felt a boot on my face gently pressing down. "You just might do fuck boi. You might just do." And then he was gone. To be continued...

Hey everyone. My name is Steve. I am a Bachelor of Business student in the harbor city of Hamburg in Germany. I came out when I was 19 and had my fair share of men over the years (I am now 24) but have always played it safe. While I was fascinated by cum, I thought it was a dangerous fluid which shouldn't touch my lips and best stay in condoms. I never tasted mine or anyone else's for that matter. All that changed when I joined a group of friends in taking a two week vacation in Berlin where we planned to join the Pride (or CSD) festivities. We arrived Friday evening and the four of us, a couple and me and another single guy, checked into the (gay) hotel in the main gay area. The couple got a room for themselves, and the other two of us each got a single room as we wanted to have some fun, so were happy to bear the cost. As it was Friday after all, we decided to go for a couple of drinks to some of the bars around the corner. Reception gave us a map and we started our own little gay pub crawl. Now, I am 5’11, lean, 160 with dark hair and a smooth body. It is a pain in the ass to shave but I love it that way. While I love drinking, I can’t handle very much. My friends however, must have a supercharged liver, because they can handle whatever you throw at them. Tonight, Michael, the other single, decided it was the night of vodka. We drank, vodka straight, vodka cola, vodka red bull and started at the front again. Early on I started struggling, so I stuck with vodka red bull. Michael was calling the rounds and both our eyes wandered around checking out what was on offer. Soon he made some new friends and now we were ordering rounds for six people. While the couple and I were tired, and could barely walk, Michael and his two new friends started kissing, so we made our excuses, called it a night, and made our way back to the hotel. A short distance from the hotel I found I really had to piss. Fortunately we were in front of a pub, so I told the others, ran inside, found the bathroom and relieved myself. Next to the bathroom was a little staircase leading into the cellar. A guy passed the urinal, smiled at me and disappeared into the cellar. I was curious, so I followed him down the staircase. In the cellar were some couches, walls and not much else. Some guys were kissing in the back, and another guy was on his knees giving a blowing two daddies. No, as I said, I had never been in a darkroom, but the red bull and the vodka made me horny enough to stay. A guy approached me, and started feeling my ass, started massaging my back and kissing my neck. It felt great. We started kissing and I could taste a mix of beer, cigarettes (total turn on for me) and something else. He unbuttoned my pants and slowly slit them down my legs. Only then did I remember that I was wearing a jockstrap. His fingers went straight to my butt hole. “What an ass” he whispered. “Mind if I taste it?” Without waiting for a reply his tongue moved pass my neck, my shoulders and my back all the way to my ass. Another guy, he must have been my age, came up, kissed me and started playing with my nipples. My cock was rock hard and leaking. The guy behind me started rimming me. His tongue exploring my ass, deepening and widening my hole, My nipple magician moved my hand towards his bulge. I was amazed by the size. I unbuttoned his pants and at least an eight inch uncut monster jumped at me. Now if there is one thing, I am proud of, it is my oral skills. I don’t swallow cum, but that doesn’t mean I don’t swallow cock. My gag reflex disappeared with my third boyfriend. I took his cock all the way in, and he moaned. I could taste precum immediately. The two daddies who had been kissing in the back came over to watch. They took out their cocks and I started wanking them while sucking my young hung friend. Just then, the rimming stopped and I could feel a cock pressing against my hole. Instinctively, I reached into my pockets and passed a condom to the guy behind me. I heard the it being opened, but suddenly my young hung nipple magician slammed his cock into my throat. Tears were rushing into my eyes. A guy held a bottle under my nose and close one nostril at a time. I was inhaling some weird smell. I started flying. I felt warm, dry and horny. The cock entered my hole and it all felt amazing. He started pounding me, so I had to hold on thighs not to lose the balance. I kept sucking and the guy kept pounding. Every once in a while someone would hold a bottle under my nose and I would lift off again. The guy behind me started moaning. I knew he was close. “Aaaaaahh shit your ass is hot” he moaned as he unloaded in me. One of the guys high-fived him, but before my hole could relax another cock slid in. I lost all plot, and just enjoyed the ride. Soon after the second guy, my young hunk nipple magician couldn’t take it anymore. His cock exploded in my mouth. I was shocked, but the taste was great. For a split second I wanted to spit it out, but he said: “Swallow my babies.” And so I did. The third cock unloaded in me and as it did so, I did as well, shooting all over the floor, probably the biggest load I have ever produced. I am not sure how it is with you guys, but after I shoot, I come to my senses. I panicked. What just happened? The guys looked at me bedazzled. “Are you clean?” I stumbled. My young hung nipple magician looked at the others, and replied ”None of us are, but we are all undetectable. Looks like you got lucky, little fella. But looking at the load you just produced, maybe you got unlucky?” and he grinned. I relaxed, but ran home. Later, laying in bed, I tried to recall everything that just happened. It felt amazing. The connection was amazing. No artificial boundaries. Everyone relaxed. The cocks felt great, the cum tasted amazing. I wondered, and then literally slapped myself. What was happening to me? This was disgusting and dangerous behavior. I stared at the ceiling and back to my rock hard cock. I was laying in a paddle of cum from strangers which leaked out of my ass. Oh, and I had a massive erection.....

I was 22, and working in Lewisam Hospital HIV centre as a third year medical student. I was young, blond, 11 stone, and 6 foot tall, so I got a lot of attention from the gay guys on the AIDS ward. There was one particular inpatient who always flirted with me like crazy. He was 56 years old, skinny and tanned, he was in the advanced stages of AIDS. On one particular night when I was on call, I went into his room, closing the door, and found he was still up. "Hi, John, still awake?" I asked, standing next to the bed. I was wearing just scrubs, boxer shorts and trainers with no socks on, my bulge kind of rested on the mattress as I leant forward against the bed, but I knew he wouldn't mind. "Hi, Joe, how are you?" John replied as he turned to face me, ihe process his hospital gown fell off his shoulder, showing his skinny chest, covered in grey hair. "I'm ok, but more importantly, how are you?" I asked. "Not so great. My viral load is up high again, and the KS on my leg is itching," he said, pulling his foot out from under the cover. He had a Kaposi Sarcoma on his left foot, one of the signs of advanced AIDS. It was a small brown, scaly lump, about the size of a 50p coin. I lifted his foot up and stroked the cancerous lesion. "You need some moisture on it. It's quite dry," i remarked, running my hand up his calf, feeling the similar sized cancer lump on his left shin. With one hand I stroked the KS lesion on his shin with my thumb, rubbing the lesion on his foot with the finger tips of my other hand. "Well, I'll let you sort that out for me young man," he commented, curling his toes round my fingers as I stroked his bare foot. "Is there anything else with which I can help you, John?" I asked. "Well, my cock has a problem," he replied, broadly grinning. "Oh, really. What would that be?" "It swells everytime a certain medical student comes near," he answered, out-lining his erection in his hospital gown, suggesting "I think you should lock the door and examine it," he said, lifting the edge of his gown up a bit. "John, ummm, you shouldn't get that out here..." I said as John exposing his big, heavy, hairy nuts, which I knew were full of toxic cum. "Oh, ok. I'd better lock the door if youre going to do that," I said, walking over to the door and locking it, and turning the little knob so the slits in the window went opaque. I walked back over to John's bed and sat down on the edge, slipping my shoes off and wiggling my sweaty bare toes. "At least I can go barefoot if the door is locked, I commented. "You like teasing me, don't you Joe?" John asked rhetorically. "This is just going to be a visual inspection, I said, lifting-up his gown. His fat, seven inch, uncut, veiny, tanned, poz erection lay obscenely hard along his bare thigh. "But I think I felt a lump, or maybe two lumps," he said lifting his balls up from between his thighs so his fat genitals proudly hung over his leg in front of me. I stood up, the hard floor cold on my bare feet, standing right up to the bed, my semi hard cock bulging my scrub trousers, the lump of my genitals resting on the mattress. "John, you have an amazing cock, but I'm a student here. I'm supposed to leave the room if a patient gets aroused," putting my hand on his bare foot again, rubbing his cancer lesion gently as he stroked his erection slowly. "You can just watch me wank. Anyhow, you seem to like touching my KS" John said. With that, he slid his bare foot up under my scrubs top, placing his bare sole on my bare chest under my clothes, suggesting "Take your top off." I did as he directed. Lifting my scrubs top off over my head, I stood bare foot and topless in an AIDS patient's hospital room. I put my hands on John's bare foot, lifting it up to my face as he lay naked, stroking his fat cock on the bed, and looked closely at his KS lesion, and then pressed my lips into the cancer riddled skin, kissing his bare foot right on his KS lump. "You're a nasty one, ain't ya," John asked, rubbing his big toe on my lips, pushing his sweaty toe into my mouth. I sucked down on his big toe, tongue-fucking the toe gap between his big toe and the next, proceeding to work my way down towards his little toe, thoroughly tongueing his toe gaps until all five of his toes were covered in spit. Then I kissed my way back-up his bare foot, until again I was pressing my lips into his KS lesion. "You can suck it, if you want. It'll help moisturise it,' John observed. I licked the cancerous lump, feeling the scaly texture of the lesion with my tongue. I pressed my lips round the circumference and sucked on his KS lump, sloppily sucking his cancer between my lips and into my mouth. Eventually I stopped slurping on his KS lesion, kissing his toes as he pulled his foot away, rubbing his saliva covered toes on my erection that was tenting out my scrubs trousers. "I think it's time to take these off," John said, pulling at my waist band with his toes. I assisted, pushing my trousers and boxers to my bare feet and kicked them off, standing naked in front of John as he leant forward and started to suck my cock. I held his head, curling my toes on the hospital floor as I face fucked John. The old guy deep-throated me easily. "John, I really shouldn't be doing this. I could lose my position,' i said as John pulled me onto the bed, laying me on my back and maneuvering on top of me. Our chests and cocks were pressed togther, our faces six inches apart. I leant forward and started to snog him, making out with his as we ground our cocks together. "Good boy, right decision," John said as he shoved his tongue down my throat. "But what if the nurses outside hear?" I asked as we rubbed our naked bodues together, readying ourselves for sex. "Well, we should probably do this quietly so they don't hear" John answered. Lifting my feet up onto his shoulders and kneeling between my legs, pressing his cock into my nut sack, he bent over so his face came close to mine again. "John, what are you doing?" I asked, adding "We can't fuck. Maybe some sucking, but we don't have a condom," I said as John kissed my forehead. With that, John reached over and pulled a condom out the drawer next to his bed and placed it on my chest, saying "It's there, if you want it." "What do you mean 'if I want it?'" John then kissed me on the lips as he rubbed his helmet over my ring and up and down my ass crack. "You're laying on your back, your feet up on my shoulders, on the AIDS ward in which you chose to work, having sucked the KS lesions on my foot," John replied. "So?" I asked. "So I guess you have a fetish for poz cock," John replied. With that he stuck his tongue out and pointed it to the left, so I could see another 50p sized KS lesion on his tongue, growing out of the side of his tongue half way along the shaft of it. "Is that...?' I started to ask but trailed off as I felt him lodge his helmet at my anus. "It's another lesion. Do you want to suck it?" he asked, gently putting pressure on my ass with his helmet. "I'd love to suck on it," I replied as John pressed his cock harder into me, the tip starting to seperate my ring. "I'll have to bend over to let you reach. My poz cock might slip inside a little bit," he observed, pushing his helmet into me a fraction to emphasise his point, noting "I've leaked quite a lot of poz precum on your little ass ring, so you're pretty well lubed back here," he said, rubbing his cock round my ring, pushing in a tiny bit more. "I don't care. Let me suck your tongue lesion," I replied, inviting him by widely opening my lips. John bent forward, his helmet slowly slipping into me, along with half his shaft, and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I knew his poisenous cock was buried in my guts, but all I could think about was sucking on that lump on his tongue and how nasty and kinky and horny that was. Then John pushed his cock deeper into my body. Then it realized: I was being penetrated bareback by a very toxic cock. I stopped sucking and stared in his eyes. "You like sucking my lesion? Do you want my raw cock up you deeper or should I pull out?" he asked. "Put your cock balls-deep inside me," I answered, pulling him back down and sucking on his tongue again. As directed, he slid in, balls-deep, grinding his cock into me. He slid out again, removing his tongue from my mouth. "More?" he asked. "Fuck me" I answered, laying back. "You nasty lil student boy," John said as he straighten his back, and buried his cock balls-deep into my ass. John was kneeling between my legs, my feet on his shoulders, trying to poz me as I lay on my back pierced by his fat cock. "John, jesus, actually, fuck, I can't let you do this. You've got to," trailing off as John slid his cock out and then gently slid it back inside me again. "Just let me fuck you for a bit. I won't cum in you, I promise," John whispered. Lifting my bare feet to his face, he sucked on my toes as he slid his cock in and out of my ass, gently fucking me. "Oh god, fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this in the hospital,' I said, curling my toes round John's tongue as he fucked me bareback, slow, and really deep. "Are you sure you don't want this?" John asked, reaching over and picking up the condom, putting it in my hand. "Why? I don't need it - as long as you don't cum in me," I replied. John fucked me harder. "Yeah, but I'm getting close," John said, sliding out completely and then fucking back in to the hilt, hard and deep, my ass slurping wth each thrust. "Fuck. How close? This feels really good," I asked, pushing my feet into his mouth as he fucked me. "Getting closer," John warned. "Don't cum. Just slide it in me for a few more seconds before you pull out. You're my first ever poz cock. I want it to last as long as possible," I responded, only to be met by a grunt from John. "How close are you now?" I asked as John tongue fucked my toes while he poz fucked my ass. "Pretty close," John answered, fucking me deeply, adding "Whoa, stop, stop, don't move," as he buried his cock inside me to the hilt, his balls slapping my ass. Then he bit down on my toes, chewing them gently as he closed his eyes. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass as we both held still, John moaning and sighing. "Got too close and had to stop?" I asked, rubbing my big toe on John's tongue. "Fuck yeah. I nearly nutted up in side you then," John answered. I lifted my ass up off his cock and slid back down onto it again, grinding my ass onto his erection buried deep inside me. "Careful,' he said, grinding into me, adding "I'm really close." "How close? Could you cum in five strokes?" I asked, pulling my ass up and slamming it back onto his cock again. He tensed inside me, grinding up into my bowels trying to burrow deeper with his cock. "I dunno. Do you want to risk it?" he said pulling out and sliding back in counting off "One." "Go on. Go to five," I answered, pushing my toes again into his mouth. He slid in and out as I counted "Two..., ugh..., three... ughhhh..., four..., ughhhh... five....' I said as he slid in and out slowly. "Well, I didn't cum,' he said, grinding hard into my guts with his cock. "Then keep fucking me," I responded, pushing my foot into his mouth and gripping his tongue with my toes. He pulled-out and slid back in again. "One...' he said, adding "how many strokes do I get this time?" as he slid out and fucked back in, hard, balls-deep, "...two...," he said. "Just keep fucking me," I replied, pulling my ass off his cock and sliding it back down. He slid in and out repeatedly, quietly counting as he fucked. "Three... four... five... six...." "Stop counting," I ordered. John fucked me gently, in silence, and then sped-up, his balls slapping my ass. "But keep fucking?" he asked. After ten or more thrusts, he rammed his raw, poz cock deep inside my ass. "Fuck, John, keep fucking me. Don't stop," I ordered, again pushing my toes into his mouth. "I'm going to cum," he said, pushing my feet into my chest as he bent me in half to fuck me harder, slamming into my guts over and over, asking "Where do you want it?" "Cum inside me." He lifted my feet up to his face and sucked my toes again. "Are you sure?' he asked, all the while fucking hilt deep and brutally hard, warning "I'm about to cum. I didn't reply. As he moaned and closed his eyes, I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled his cock into me. John bucked his hips as his balls pulled up tight in their sack. "Cum in me, John. Oh god, cum inside me," I answered. "Here it comes. FUCKING TAKE MY LOAD, YOU LITTLE NEG STUDENT BOY WHORE. YEAH, FUCK.' he hoarsely grunted. Then he bent over, putting his face next to mine as he unloaded deep inside me, asking "Can you feel my cock expanding? I'm cumming inside you." He took the condom which I was still clutching, and tossed it on to the floor, saying "My dirty sperm is right up in your guts. What would your doctor friends say?" as he finished-off his orgasm, his cock still buried in my guts. After a few seconds John pulled his cock out of my ass, resting his helmet at my hole, coating his fat mushroom tip in his sperm, he rubbed it round my ring and pushed his cum covered cock back inside me, fucking my cum filled ass for a minute or two as he came down off his cum. "Working it deep up into you boy. What does your medical student knowledge say about that?" John asked, grinding deep up into me with his cock. "John, fuck, oh god, pull it out. I've gotta go shit out your load." With that John finally let me slide off his cock. I stood up, naked, my bare feet cold on the floor, as John's toxic cum ran down my leg. John stood up in front of me, our cocks touching. As we stood face to face, he held our cocks together in his hand and stroked them, while his other hand slid round behind me and fingered my cummy hole. "You probably should shit that out," John suggested, ramming two fingers into my guts and swirling them around in his load up inside my guts. "Oh fuck..." I responded as John scraped my prostate with his finger nails. "...or, you could just fuck me quickly first, you must be gagging to blow a load after taking your first poz cock," John responded, turning round and bending over the bed, pulling his ass cheeks apart. i had a strange, out-of-body moment. i looked down at his rosebud ass, looked at my bare feet, curling my toes on the cold floor, cum dripping down my ankle and onto my foot where it had leaked out my ass. Then I looked at my hard, dripping, angry, cock, my mushroom helmet purple. It was so hard. "Well?" John asked. i stepped forward and pushed my helmet into his ass. "Good boy," John said.

Note to all my stories: What I post in the fiction section is really and truly fiction, products of my diseased, perverted mind. This story had its start in a guy I saw at Club Z many years ago, long before I discovered bugchasing. He was a troll, looking at him disgusted me, skinny, wasted, missing teeth, much like the Troll in this story. As revolted as I was I couldn't help being fascinated by his cock, it was lovely. Long, hard, perfectly formed, my mouth almost watered watching him stroke it slowly as he looked me in the eye. I wanted to suck it, feel it slide up my ass, squirt me full of his obviously diseased cum. He smiled at me and I turned and fled. I never saw him again, but I still think, what if...? Infected By the AIDS Troll I swallowed when I looked at the Troll, he was obviously sick. I'd seen guys with full blown AIDS before and it had always disgusted me. Now it made my dick hard to look at him and imagine his diseased cock raping my neg ass. He was gaunt, obviously ill, with a big belly that was not from beer. His legs were spotted with a few small Kaposi's marks. He didn't look that bad, but he obviously had AIDS. Did I actually want to let this diseased, AIDS ridden troll fuck me and cum in me? My dick throbbed with the answer, I did. I'd taken never taken a load I knew was poz, had just tested neg after a long dry spell. Now was my chance to get what all my jerk off fantasies revolved around, taking a poz load. I'd finally had to admit to myself that it turned me on more because it would be a load of AIDS cum. We were at a meet and greet for poz men. The organizers put a line in the publicity for the meeting that reluctantly welcomed 'poz friendly neg men', an obvious euphemism for bugchasers like me. I'd recently admitted to myself that I was a bugchaser, what better place to find someone willing and eager to spread the bug than here? I'd thought I'd meet some hot, young, fit guy and go back to his place and get poz fucked. Now my asshole was wet and aching to feel the Troll's diseased cock raping it, tearing it up, making it bleed so his AIDs bug would surely infect me. Troll smiled, a big, shit-eating grin. sure enough, no teeth, just raw gums. I almost shot my load, he was disgusting, I knew I'd be his bitch in minutes. He'd zeroed in and approached me, his name was Tom. The place was packed, he pushed up against me, pressing his hard cock into my butt, then reached around and groped my equally hard cock. We spoke briefly, then he wandered away and circulated, but his eyes kept track of me. My descent into bugchasing started when I saw references to 'charged loads', 'gifting' and 'pozzing' on the net. Soon all my fantasies featured me taking poz loads. When I first stumbled across accounts of young guys taking loads from old, AIDS ridden trolls I'd been revolted, but my dick was always rigid and oozing. More and more I jerked off to more extreme bugging fantasies featuring disgusting AIDS ridden trolls. Why was my dick hard and oozing, about to cum in my pants when I looked at him? I tried desperately to hide it, but I wanted him to bend me over the table and give me the hardest buttfucking of my life, ramming his diseased cock in me hard enough to tear my ass bloody and give the virus that infected his cum a straight shot at my bloodstream. Tom snickered as looked me up and down, he knew what I needed. He wore loose sweat bottoms and his cock was swelling as he looked me, tenting the crotch of the sweats. I couldn't help but stare, it was obviously large, thick and long, I went weak in the knees with a need to suck it, to make it grow, make it hard, so he could violate my neg ass and infect me with his disease. The place had thinned out a bit, men were making out, a few were on their knees sucking, one pair were fucking urgently. Tom looked at me and leered, my time was near. He pushed his sweats down and his cock flopped out. I whimpered, it was beautiful, magnificent, long, thick, big helmet head, a long foreskin lapping over a huge PA. My ass ached as I thought of how much it would hurt when he shoved that AIDS dick in me, how he'd tear my ass open and create clear paths for his disease to find it's way into my bloodstream and infect me. He pulled his shirt up and pushed his sweats down, he was gaunt and wasted, full belly, obviously diseased, Kaposi's on his thighs. I swallowed and dropped my pants to my knees, then turned around, leaned against the drink rail and stuck my ass out. Seconds later I felt the wet head of Tom's cock nuzzle my needy asshole. I moaned and pushed back, he chuckled and slapped me. "Easy, boy! I'm the boss here, you're nothing but a sick bugchasing bitch. You'll get what you want, but you'll get it like I want to give it to you. Tom pumped nine inches of hard dick in and out of me. He popped the head out, then back in, fuck it felt good! A few more minutes of slow fucking and he chuckled. "You like my AIDS dick in you, don't you?" "Fuck yeah, fuck it's good, give it to me." "Oh, I will, you're gonna get what you want tonight, gonna pump a creamy load of my AIDS cum into your tight neg ass, just like you want. I'm full blown. Yeah, you're gonna get it tonight, gonna poz you tonight, gonna infect you tonight." My stomach lurched when he said that. His dick felt so good in me, I loved he had AIDS. He would infect me, I should ask him to stop, or pull out and cum on my ass, not in it. It was so good getting fucked, it was so hot having an AIDS infected cock in me. My ass felt really wet, like when a man had cum in me, had he? I couldn't, but I knew some guys could cum more than once per fuck. Had he already shot in me? My dick pulsed at the thought, I could have AIDS cum in me now! I almost shot my load, it was so hot thinking about getting AIDS cum in me, I wanted it. "You gonna cum in me, gonna fill me with AIDS cum?" "Already shot once, your neg ass is full of my AIDS cum, my AIDS babies are in you now, I just pozzed you, just infected you, you got my strain." I moaned and shot my load, it was too late, he'd cum in me. No point in asking him to stop. And it felt so good, I wanted another load of his poison cum. "Fuck that's hot, cum in me again, give me another load of AIDS cum!" "Oh, I am, I'm pozzing you tonight, just like you wanted." "Fuck yeah, poz me, give it to me, poz me, infect me with HIV! Give me your strain!" I wanted it, wanted to get pozzed, infected with HIV. I might already have been, would be if he fucked me enough. Yes, he was infecting me now. "Sure thing, bitch, gonna infect you tonight, just like you want, gonna infect you with HIV." "Yes, infect me, infect me with HIV. I want you to infect me with HIV, I want your strain!" I looked at him fucking me in the mirror, he was full blown, he had AIDS. I felt his swollen AIDS belly against me and knew he was for real. I wanted his strain. "Give me your load, I want your strain, infect me with HIV!" "Already have you sick fucking faggot, already infected you, take my AIDS cum, faggot!" He shoved in hard and moaned, I felt his cock swell and a warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated and filled my ass with his AIDS cum, giving me his strain.

Part 1 After the third time I was caught giving blow job in the park my father threw me out of the house. I had not finish school and had no skills except one. So I used that skill to support my self. Taking adds out in Craigslist getting fuck by creepy guys being robbed and taking a beating every so often. I get this response one day of just going to a restaurant and talking and he will give me $1,000 I say WTF it's easy money to just sit and talk. He sent me his face picture so I would know him, I was there on time and so was he. We went into a back booth where we could talk in private. The first thing Lenny ask for was my ID as he said I don't look 18. I showed my real ID and his response was Happy Birthday as my 18 birth day was 2 weeks ago. He passed me the envelope with $1,000 like he said he would. Then he ask if I like being a working boy and being with creepy guys getting robbed. I said no and his respond by saying there is a better way that I'm perfect for. It for me to become part of his family. He said at the rate I was going I would be lucky to make another year but in his family things are a lot different. In Lenny and his brother Sam family we are all of the same blood ( at this time I had no idea what that meant). Lenny offer me $10,000 to go out to his family home and see what's it's about. I will also be check out to see how my health is to make sure in D&D free as I have dealt with some nuts. He gave me a number to call and to think it over and give him a call if I want to do this, I said ok and left. Back at the SRO that I'm staying in looking at the easiest money that I just made and I look at this run down room I'm in and I say to my self I think Lenny is right it's a very hard life I'm living. A week later I give Lenny a call and make arrangements to be pickup. It almost dark when we meet and I get into the car with everything I own, Lenny says that's all you own and I look down and say yes it is. By the time we arrived it was dark and I had no idea where we were. We turned into this very long wooded drive way and we came to this very large house. I enter this house and Lenny partner Sam is there to greet me. Lenny & Sam are both in there 40s both and in great shape with steel blue eyes. They take me to a room and we start to talk as they really like having boys like me around. They say here I will have new life in a loving family and if I want to be part of it. It does not take me long to say yes. Sam who is a real Doctor I found out later takes out a STD kit and starts. He takes blood and right after it is taken Joey walks in and takes it and told to get it tested. After a long talk and they know how I have been making a living we get something to eat. After diner they show my room where I will living. I can't believe how tired I am and go to bed. After a 12 hour sleep I wake up so horny I want to get fuck by anyone or thing. As I'm laying bed Joey walks in and says it's a nice day out side and do I want to go for a dip in the pool. We get to the pool and Joey hands me a thong just like his. Joey is a little older than me maybe 20 is 5ft 10 140lb. nipple ring on his right side with a nose ring and a steel ring around his neck.With a swimmer build. I'm 5ft 7 120lb. and skinny real fem body. Joey in his thong has the biggest bulge and it's ready to bust out. I'm bone white as have not been out much and Joey lays me down on my stomach by the pool and starts to rub sun screen over my body. I'm so fucking horny I feel like asking him to fuck me raw as his hands is working my ass cheeks and my ass crack with his finger so close to my hole.

Curious to see what you guys suggest lol 22 yr old bottom I contacted and got some quick public oral from is probably the most annoying bottom this side of the Mississippi lol. Boy has a huge fuckable ass and is extremely fem (this could be the issue). I on the other hand am a strict top...I like to fuck dump and go. No texting like some kind of relationship...I hate the "tell me what your gonna to me" "your gonna love my ass" etc crap because honestly most of these bottoms can't take a real ass pounding without crying or leaving a mess. I've got him coming to me today so he will finally stfu. How should I handle this guy? Thinking of just pounding him good so he is scared to come back lol jk I'm not that mean

I've been busy getting fucked and fucking, and having lots of fun in the process. I'm always upfront about my HIV status, undetectable. While some guys are turned off, others are turned on by the fact I'm poz and that I prefer bareback to rubbers. This is particularly true of straight guys - for some reason I can't figure out. Of course I'm perfectly happy to fuck-around with straight guys, 'cause a horned up straight guy is one filthy fucker and I LOVE fucking straight arse and getting fucked by straight cock. Don't get me wrong. I love being gay, and love fucking with gay guys, and of course, wouldn't have it any other way, but there's something about a horned up straight man who wants cock that just gets me going. On this occasion nothing was biting on Grindr. My profile is upfront about wanting only bareback sex, and that I'm a member of the poz tribe. As has often crossed my mind, this could be a mistake, but then a guy sent me this message: "Hey, nice profile." "Thanks," I replied. We exchanged additional messages, and then he sent me a pic of himself: 6'3", big chest, big legs, big body, and a fucking nice cock. He was apparently a laborer 'cause he was in some sort of uniform, and when he dropped his paint-covered cargo trousers and shirt, I was hot to trot. And, as usual when I see a guy who is bigger than my size, my inner bottom came out. Well, he wanted to play. He acknowledged being married, but still he liked to play with guys. As I love to play with married guys, eventually we met. Our initial get together was strictly a 'suckin' event'. He came in, stripped, and watched porn while I sucked him. But oh, the the kissing! He kissed me when he walked through the door, murmuring he was gonna make love to me, and leave me aching for his cock. I begged him to fuck me, but he only replied "We'll see." He insisted on bareback porn, with an emphasis on breeding. Understandably he loved Treasure Island Media and, as I blew him and he clearly was turned on 'cause he grunted "Fuck that bareback porn is hot. Bet all the dirty bastards all have fuckin' AIDS," and as his cock throbbed in response to his observation. Then he began face-fucking me, gagging me in the process. And I loved it. Eventually he shot his load down my throat, and then made me kiss him. By this time I was involuntarily dripping precum, so he made me wank off, blowing my load on his cock, and then demanded I lick all of it off. All the while he announced I was a "...dirty infected poz pig," and additionally commented that I was to worship his straight cock. I was totally into taking care of him, and when he left, I was spent. The next time we got together the routine was similar: porn, sucking, and he tells me how dearly he wants to fuck me. I begged for him to fuck me, but he replied cryptically 'maybe'. Then he asked if I had any toys, so I produced a couple of dildos, and he ended-up fucking me with my own dildo as I sucked him. When he came he was banging my throat so hard I was hoarse afterwards. Then he ordered me to kiss him with the cum then pushes me on my back and fucks me with my dildo while he wanked me off. He fucks my ass so hard the dildo was pink with traces of blood, and when I came, he wiped the dildo on my balls and again described me as 'a dirty poz pig'. The third time he comes it's more of the same...I beg to get fucked. He says "no, you infected pig" he strips, porn,suck, fucking my face and fingers my hole before inserting the dildo. He orders me not to swallow his cum this time though. He cums eventually and my jaws are aching. He orders me to kiss him and transfer the cum to his mouth. I dutifully oblige loving the experience of his salty cum and kissing him. I give him his cum back. He pushes me away, pulls my dildo out, spits the cum on the dildo and fucks me as he reaches for lube and lubes my cock "sniff poppers" he says as he dildo fucks me with his cum and begins to wank me. "Yeah you're begging for my cum in you aren't you you infected pig. You aint gonna get it. I'm not taking your toxic gay virus." I spunk in seconds, he leans down, licks it all up and spits it in my face before kissing me deep and long. God I am in heaven The fourth time was today. "Wear a jock" he ordered me before he arrived "and have your hole lubed" . Im assuming more dildoing. I obey. He walks in. Immediately he feels down for my hole as he kisses me. He doesn't usually do this. He strips and his fucktool is already hard. "suck me" he orders and I do. And the facefucking starts but slower this time. He sits down on an armchair to watch porn and my cock remains clamped on him from him standing to him sitting. "slow deepthroat me" he says. I do. the dildos are ready. "We wont be needing those today" he says. My heart sinks. I want this guy to top me so fucking bad. I am on my knees as he reaches down, and fingers me. First one then two fingers go in. He says "I bet you wish you were being bred and pozzed like those guys in the porn" I groan acknowledgement and he pushes my throat right down on his cock while a third finger goes up my hole and I squirm. He pulls fingers out and slaps my arse, hard. I yelp and make to take my mouth off his cock and he just forced my head on his tool and his fingers back up my hole. "Popper up" he orders. I do. "turn around" he says "on your knees facing the tv and porn"I do. And then I feel his hands on my shoulders, and his cock goes straight up my lubed arse. I yelp and pull away and he pulls me back onto his cock, hard. "There you go fucker, you wanted my bareback cock up your aids riddled mancunt didn't you. Well you got it now. Take it like the bitch you are gonna be for me" and this big man starts fucking my like a piston and holding me. He bends over and bites my neck "I'm marking you so your boyfriend can see I own your arse now, fucker." I am yelping in pain and moaning in pleasure at the same time "talk to me cunt" he orders " I love your cock, itsso fucking hard" as it bangs against my prostate and he fucks harder and harder. He fucks and starts to wank me before pulling my balls. He pulls my waist and pulls back. He basically picks me off the floor - and I'm not small, 6foot, work out, 14 stones and he pulls me to sit on his cock as he sits on the armchair and basically lifts me up and down on his fucktool and tells me to bounce. I do. He moans and fucks harder and grabs me. I'm dripping pre cum by this time. He fingers my cock and takes my precum, inserting two fingers plus his cock in me. I moan again "Turn round and sit on my cock and face me" he orders. I do. I sit on his cock and his hands lift my thighs up and down and he's fucking me "big weightlifting legs " he says "still a fucking bottom though. So much for the vers it says on your profile. You are a bottom when I am around" he says. His hard cock is rubbing against my prostate. He begins to fuck harder and hard and faster. He's gone bright red and is kissing me while I grab the back of the armchair and he's fucking (I love this position.) "Play with my balls, play with my balls" he says as he grabs mine and yanks with one hand, pulling my nipple with another as I bounce up and down to meet his legs going up and down like made. I each behind me and grab his balls" "harder cunt" as he kisses me I grab them harder. "you are gonna be an addict for me" he pants. He fucks harder. He starts to grunt, groan, breathe harder and puff. He keeps going. I am dripping pre cum like no tomorrow. "Im gonna cum" he says and pulls me down on his cock so hard I gasp. And he groans "Oh fuck, I'm cumming" and thrusts "take my fucking raw load you cunt" and he shoots and shoots and I can feel his cock throb. We kiss, I'm in love with this mans dick and when he subsides he pushes me hard and I fall on the floor. Up my hole goes three fingers "yeah your poz fuckhole is filled with my cum" and wanks me and kisses me. He turns around and straddles my face as he puts his now slightly softening cock in my mouth "suck my cock clean fucker." I obey and he closes his lips round mine. I am so close now and am desperate for this guy to be back in me. He starts to piss in my mouth. A trickle. I know I have to drink "I didn't tell you? I'm fucking poz too. And I'm not on meds, so you've just had my toxic strain, cunt. And will take it every week from now till I get fed up with you" That did it for me. I moaned, bucked and jerked, cumming in his mouth. I couldn't hold back. After my balls were drained, I collapsed on my back, only to have him kiss me, and in the process, snowball all my cum into my mouth. This guy had me hooked. I was utterly exhausted. "I think I'm in lust with you" I commented as I rested in in his arms. "Nah, you're gonna love me and you will be my bitch." And I know he's right. Then he commented "You can top other guys, and in fact, you'll probably need to for your top side 'cause you'll never top me." "What about your wife?" I asked. "Oh you're not as good as her" he replied, "...but you will be." "You do her raw?" "Yup. In fact, she picked it up first," he answered with pride. I was totally spent "That bruise is looking good" he commented, admiring my love bite, and then added "Your boyfriend's gonna need some explanations." Then he told me the date next week when we would get together, and advised me to be ready.

Perverted, converted, free to be the PNP cum slut I've always known I could be.

Last night went on BBRT and the bottom liked anon fucks, he buzzed me in I walked in the bedroom and his ass was in the air I fucked him and zipped up and left

Why is it that these "straight" guys who are in it for the money are some of the biggest bottoms?

I especially like it when the tops get impatient and decide to double-fuck my cunt. Feeling two fat cocks stretching my whore fuckhole wide open, feeling like I'm on fire down there until they put it out with a flood of hot sticky cum, that makes me feel like the slut I am.

My asshole still hurts so much... My asshole was contracting and was stretching and later was contracting and stretching again...one and again and again.... I loved your story... thank you very much...

When I top I like to feel the hole open up with my head. And I like depositing my load deep inside his guts.

For me, it is more than just the feeling of skin on skin. It is also more emotional. If I wear a condom, I'm fucking the condom and not the person. But when his flesh is in contact with mine, I have an emotional connection with him and it makes the sex more passionate.

Been seeing a married guy at a boat ramp the last few weeks. First it was just him sucking me. Then I coerced him in to giving me his cherry cunt. Now when I see him he's begging for my cum in his ass. Nothing like seeding a married ass and sending him home to wifey.

I woke up when my friends called. They wanted to go out for some drinks and dinner. We went to a pub where they brew their own beer and served massive portions of food. The beer came on long wooden serving plates and you could drink yourself through their different varieties. I love beer! We drank and got pretty drunk. I forgot my dark secret for a while. Next to the bathroom was a breathalyzer. You put some money in and it measures you alcohol. I managed to hit 0.2% and was feeling accordingly. The guys were in an excellent mood, but I had enough. My brain was telling me to go to sleep and my cock told me that there was nothing to get here. On the rare occasion where the two agree, one should follow their advice. It was a big of a hike back to the subway, so I went on grindr and chatted up a few guys. Everyone seemed to be out and about. I debated whether I should join any of them, but instead jumped on the subway and looked for gay places in Schoeneberg. As I sat on the train, I skimmed some of the descriptions of various gay businesses, and noticed quite a few nasty ones. My cock got hard. Just then I looked up only to see the subway doors were closing and that I had missed the station at which I had intended to disembark. 'Fuck', I thought. More walking. Anyhow, I got off at the next station and Google maps to show me the way. Suddenly, I stopped in front of a sign 'The Bull'. I just read about this place. It sounded like one of the nastiest cruising places in Berlin. My cock jumped, and I brain was screaming no, but the alcohol made me listen to my cock. Securing my my cards and most of my money in my socks, I walked into 'The Bull'. The place wasn't particularly crowded, so I ordered a beer and scanned the room. Most of the patrons were middle aged men, drunk and horny. I smiled, finished my drink and disappeared into the darkroom. On my way in I passed a guy who was wearing only leather chaps. A beautiful tattoo was depicted on his torso, above his cock. A bio-hazard sign. Fuck that was hot. He turned around and followed me in. In a corner, I went on my knees and started to suck his cock. My eyes fixed on the tattoo in the dim light and my nose almost hitting it with every deep throat. He moaned, inhaled from a small bottle and held it under my nose. I started feeling the same sensation as the night before. I took of my shirt and threw it into the corner. Another cock appeared. The guy must have been at least 50. When I hesitated, Bio-hazard guy took my mouth and forced it onto the other guy's cock, which was rock hard. The cock tasted great, especially as he was drooling lots of precum. My cock was also rock hard and also leaking precum, although my precum was being absorbed by my jock strap. Bio-hazard guy helped my in taking off my pants while I was sucking the old guy so there I was, on my knees, in my jockstrap and my sneakers, sucking two cocks. Bio-hazard guy started fingering my hole, using some lube he found somewhere. “Are you poz?” I managed to mumble a reply of sorts while sucking the two cocks. "You're not?” “No, I am not.” “Oh well, don’t worry about it. It will be fine.” With that he lifted my ass and pushed his cock in. It felt amazing and I couldn’t control myself, moaning loudly. The old guy smiled, and placed a small bottle under my nose, encouraging me to take a hit, whispering "You like poz cocks, don’t you, you little slut?” “Fuck yeah” was all I could manage. “Take my poz babies, you hot little slut” bio-hazard guy almost shouted as he exploded in my ass. Before I could straighten up, the old guy pushed his cock in me and started fucking. Bio-hazard guy, meanwhile, left without a word. However, he must have told the guys back in the bar, because before the old guy could unload, a group of guys arrived. They opened their pants, wanked and lined-up. Some made me suck them first, while others went straight for my hole. They fucked and fucked and fucked. Load after load was dumped in my hole. In between popper rushes, I completely lost my sense of time. My hole started hurting, but all I could moan was “more lube.” A guy stepped forward wanked and sprayed his load over my hole while another guy was fucking me, laughingly remarking “Here you go.” More guys came in. Some had a look and left, while others joined the crowd. Eventually, however, it seemed as if they were all done: the last guy dumped his load and left, I was exhausted, and in looking around noticed the old guy was still there. “What a hot little neg slut you are! You just took 13 loads. I have no idea how many of them were poz, but hopefully it is your lucky number.” With that he strolled-out. I rested for a second and waited for the poppers to clear my head. I couldn’t find my clothes, and panicking, searched everywhere for them. Nothing. So I walked out to the bar and asked the bar man if he had any suggestions. He was obviously expecting me, as without a word he handed me an envelope in which I found a hand-written note, a 50 EUR note and, thank God, my phone. The hand-written note read “Byy yourself some new clothes - for the new you!” What just happened? The time on my phone said 5:15 AM. The sun was about to rise and I had nothing but my jockstrap for a 600 meter walk. I ordered a whiskey, finished it and left the bar. Somehow, I enjoyed the walk. I hadn’t cum, was still drunk and it was pleasantly warm. The receptionist just smiled at me, I slipped into the elevator made it into the room without anyone else noticing me. Looking into the mirror I took measure of myself: for some reason, my hair was covered in cum or something, my jock was wet with precum, and my hairy legs and pieces of dried and half dried cum were sticking everywhere on my body. I was a slut! I knew that as soon as I blew my load I would panic, that I would feel disgusted and might even run to the hospital. But I honestly didn’t want to. I jumped into bed the way I was. Let tomorrow be the day of worries. This day I was a cumdump. I was my true self.

About once a month I have to spend a couple of days in the West Midlands for work. I usually stay over in the centre of Birmingham and if I'm feeling horny in the evening after work I sometimes go to Boltz or Unit 2 and generally find a mouth or a fit arse to take my load. It's a great way to unwind after working hard all week. Last month I had to stay just outside Coventry instead as I had an early meeting there the next morning. I was really horny that evening. I had been working very hard all week and for days had not even had time for a wank never mind anything else. I decided to go on line to see if I could find a cruising ground anywhere near but did not have much luck. I posted my location, much more in hope than expectation, but I hadn't been on line very long before I got messaged by a guy asking if I was up for sucking him off. I checked his profile - bi, late 20s, big cock. He didn't have any pics but I was so horny I didn't really care. I messaged him back and said I was well up for sucking him off. He then asked if I would lick his arse. I said yes of course and he said he had been working all day and hadn't showered - would that be a problem for me? "No problem" I messaged back truthfully. I wasn't at all sure he would turn up but I got ready anyway and while I was waiting I had another look at his profile. I was interested that he had put "bottom" on his profile. He had also put "always" for safer sex, but I figured it didn't really matter since I would only be giving him a blow job anyway. A little to my surprise, he texted me right on time that he was outside. I went down to let him in and didn't see anyone at first. Then someone got out of a builder's van and came towards me. He was much fitter than I thought he would be - not particularly good looking, but very straight looking, thin, with tattoos on both arms. He was wearing a T shirt and trackie bottoms which were splashed with paint and plaster. He didn't say anything but nodded and followed me into the hotel and up to my room. He didn't seem to want to mess about - I sat down on the bed and he just stood in front of me and pulled his cock out of his pants. He was already hard and his profile didn't lie about him having a big cock. He closed his eyes and sighed as I took hold of it and began to suck him off. I enjoyed every minute of sucking his thick cock and after a while I could tell he was getting close to coming. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and, without a word, pulled his trackies and pants right down and turned around, pushing his arse into my face. I was more turned on than ever as he bent over and I pulled his cheeks apart. His arse was quite smooth with a few hairs around his hole. I pushed my tongue up his hole and began lick him. His hole was pretty funky but I really didn't care. He was really into it now and before long he was kneeling up on the edge of the bed in just his socks and T shirt and I had my tongue right up his dirty, sweaty hole. I was really horny by now and decided to find out if he was willing to go any further. I fingered his hole and he didn't resist as I pushed my finger up him and began to finger fuck him. I stood up and rubbed the head of my cock over his wet hole. Still no reaction so I began to push and the head of my cock went in to his hole. He pulled away then, looked over his shoulder and spoke for the first time "You got a rubber mate?" I said I didn't and I figured that would be the end of it but to my surprise he shrugged and said "ok". He turned away again and pushed his arse back up in the air. I rubbed some lube on his arse and then lined up my cock and pushed it against his hole. He was tight, but not as tight as I thought he would be and my cock slid up him fairly easily. I didn't want to come too soon so I started off fucking him slowly, enjoying every minute of barebacking this fit bi lad. I began to fuck him harder now, he was wanking his cock and pushing his arse back against me. I was close to coming now and thought he might ask me to pull out but he did not react as I groaned and began to shoot my load right up him. It felt like I was never going to stop coming and I shot every last bit of my spunk right up him. I pulled out his arse and he stood up. As he did, I saw that he had come on the bed - he obviously enjoyed the fuck as much as I did. He bent over to pick up his pants and I saw some spunk sliding out of his arse hole. Just at that moment his phone went and he answered it. I could hear a woman's voice and he said "Yeah, on my way babe". Without a word he pulled on his pants, trousers and shoes and left without even looking at me. It was a very horny fuck and somehow I don't think it's the first time he's gone home with a load of cum in his arse.

The next morning the cum had dried in my bed and I was horny. This is where the advantage of a gay hotel comes in. I jumped onto grindr, and after five minutes someone knocked at the door. It was a handsome guy, in his early 30s, with a nice seven and a half-inch cock, who only played safe. I hoped this would be as amazing as the cocks I had had the night before. We kissed, I sucked his beautiful cock and then he proceeded to fuck me. The sex was good, but something felt different and unnatural. I didn’t feel him the way I had felt the guys last night. He smiled, I smiled back, we kissed, he fucked and came. I came as well, but certainly not in the volume I had the night before. He tossed the condom in the bin, put his bathrobe back on and disappeared. I felt my hole. Cum must had still been in there, because we didn’t use that much lube. I played around, massaged it and got horny again. What was happening to me? I checked my grindr conversation again. He said he was neg. He looked neg. I leaned over, took the condom out of the bin. He left a decent load in there. I smelled it and my cock jumped into action again. I tipped a small amount on my finger and licked it. Hmmmm, that taste. I started wanking while I emptied the condom in my mouth. What a taste! And what a load I produced. After I came I felt disgusted by myself. Again. I ran to the bathroom, and rinsed my mouth with mouthwash. I looked up and stared at the guy in the mirror. What was this city doing to me? What was I turning into? I showered, got dressed and met the others for breakfast, traveling to a nice cafe in a nearby suburb, where we sat outside, chatting and watching families with children, old couples with their grandchildren and young couples. My friends discussed their hopes for children, and discussed the merits of one name over another. All the while, however, all I could think about was cock. I looked at the husbands, wondered what their raw cocks would feel like, and what their cum would taste like. Again, I was shocked by myself. After breakfast, the couple wanted to go to a museum, my mate wanted to do to some shopping, but I just wanted some alone time to understand what was happening to me, so I went back to the hotel, changed into my speedos and went up to the spa. It was completely empty which was great. The hot tub on the deck was just what I needed. I relaxed and closed my eyes. After maybe half an hour I awoke when two guys in their mid 30s joined me in the tub. “Late night?” smiled one. I returned his smile. The second guy then commented “We saw you taking those guys last night. That was amazing! Your hole must be sore." I turned red and my cock turned hard. “You know, I have never done it before. I have no idea what came over me there. I always play safe and have never been to a darkroom before.” I replied. “Looks like you found your true calling. Hi, my name is Sebastian by the way, but call me Seb.” “Nice to meet you, my name is Steve.” “And I am Christophe.” “How was it taking those raw cocks, Steve?” asked Seb. “It felt amazing” “Yeah once you go bare, you never go back.” “Yeah, I fear so. What about you guys? Do you fuck bare? Not scared of poz?” “We only fuck bare, and have been poz for years. Christophe actually a year longer than me. He gave it to me” Seb said gave Christophe a kiss. They started making out in front of me while smiling at me. “But don’t worry, we are both of meds now.” With that Seb, started kissing me. He then took my hand and I went to the steam room. He pushed me on my knees and I had two beautiful cocks to service. I sucked and licked and swallowed every drop of precum. Christophe pulled me up and turned me around. Started licking me ass again, which was still lose from last night and this morning. Christophe’s cock was about eight inches in length, but thin, whereas Seb’s was only seven inches, but was very thick. Christophe made the first entrance. I felt great. Nothing between me and him. Skin on skin. “How does it feel?” “Amazing” I moaned. “I bet you little slut” Seb chuckled. “Yes, I am a slut” I replied. Christophe picked up speed. His balls were hitting my ass and it felt just right. “Ready for another poz load?” “Fuck yeah." “Wait! Make some room for me!” Seb had been wanking while watching us, but now he slid under us and pushed his cock into me hole. I experienced both pain and pleasure, as did Seb and Christophe. A minute later both exploded in my ass, and I couldn’t hold it much longer either. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Take our loads!” I just moaned and blew another record load. I couldn’t talk. Reality hit. I felt awful. Another two loads. I was pushing my luck. I have lost control over myself. Again. It felt right while doing it, but now, I felt disgusted. I was shaking, cold sweat and hated myself. A pig, I was a dirty pig. A slut. Conflicted, I returned to my room and sat in the shower for an hour trying to wash it all off, but I couldn’t. I was scared of what was coming next. I knew where the path was leading me, I knew what was happening, but I was scared. Yet, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop it....

PART 2 After a short walk, we reached a grim alley with a dark staircase leading down to the basement of an old brick building. A lonely scarlet lightbulb flickered at the bottom of the staircase. I looked at my chaperone worriedly, but then his eyes flickered with that same red glow as before, and I lost myself in his wicked half-smile. “After you,” he said with a flourish. Everything looked red in this light—his skin, his eyes, his teeth. (But why were his teeth suddenly so…shiny? How could his smile glisten like that when everything else was a dim wash of scarlet?) I wondered, but I didn’t ask. I didn’t ask about anything, really—I simply followed this man whose dark energy pulsed and throbbed across the surface of my skin. I glanced back to reassess the strange glint in his teeth, then decided I was just imagining things again. With that, I dutifully walked down the stairs. As I made my descent, I felt an unexpected rush of heat—but not like a rise in outside temperature. It was more like a warmth radiating from the depths of my smooth, quivering, not-yet-fucked hole. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, the door didn’t seem to be a door at all—more like a dense patch of shadows. I looked back at Abraxas for reassurance. He responded by motioning me inside. That’s the first time I entered his sanctuary. I’ve always called it the Red Red Room—the kind of place where even the walls seemed to pulse with their own heartbeat. In that room, nearly everything was the same shade of visceral, rosebud red. As my eyes adjusted, I began to notice a little bit of black here and there to add shape and dimension, plus a few dark-yellow eyes in some of the artwork. In fact, the walls were full of paintings -- every single one having something to do with sex -- and every image was stamped with various obscure symbols that I couldn’t quite make out. That’s when I felt the arm of Abraxas fall on my shoulder. He leaned down and whispered in my ear: “Welcome to the local branch of my corporation.” As he said that, his mouth slid down to my neck, and his long tongue slowly licked the length of my jugular. “Are you ready to have some fun?” he asked, the vibrations in his voice sending a chill across my backbone. “Oh, definitely,” I replied, inclining my head to the left so he had better access to my neck. “That’s fucking beautiful,” he said, tracing that prominent vein in my neck with his fingernail. (But why were his fingernails so sharp?) Then, with a guttural snarl, he grabbed my head with both hands, holding it tight. He withdrew his tongue. I immediately sensed the press of his teeth—now incredibly sharp—against my skin. I distinctly felt two painful punctures that plunged well below the surface. At first, I gasped with a little more pain than pleasure; moments later, with a little more pleasure than pain. Meanwhile, he kept his teeth buried beneath his skin, and I felt something pulse outward from those fresh puncture wounds—almost like a cloud of hot liquid filling my body. He withdrew his teeth. Within seconds, I felt myself take a sharp breath inward, followed by a violent coughing fit. As I coughed, Abraxas casually tore a perfectly straight line down the back of my T-shirt and shorts and underwear, all at once, all in a single motion, causing all of my clothes to fall to the floor in a single clump. The heat of the room traveled along the surface of my suddenly naked body. I turned to look at Abraxas, and was surprised to find that he was naked, too. My eyes immediately locked on his quietly throbbing dick as it extended out from a dense patch of fur, its long upward curve perfectly bridging the 10-inch gap between us. “You don't need to know what just happened--not yet, anyway,” he said. “I'll explain that later. Right now, you just need to enjoy your body, and you need to embrace your hunger. Are you hungry, my little angel Michael?” I shivered at the slightest touch of his cockhead as it pressed against my stomach. “Yes. I am. But I don’t know what I’m hungry for.” “But let's be clear: you're hungry. Right, boy?” “Oh, yes.” “Do you want me to feed you?” I didn't hesitate. “Yes, please.” "C'mon then, angelboy,” he said, running his tongue along the fresh puncture wounds in my neck as he trailed a sharp fingernail down the line of my back. “We'd better do something about that appetite."

To Confront or Confess It was a nice night in Boston. The balmy day had become a comfortably warm and breezy night, the streets were alive with the wandering denizens of the city and I had been asked out on a dinner date by the guy I had been fucking more or less regularly as my exclusive cumdump after the condom broke the first time. He had been quiet lately and I thought our little triste had come to an end but perhaps this was him wanting to move up to the next level? He was just a hole to me now, I would definitely be fucking him after the date, but I would have to disappoint him if he wanted romance. We were meeting at his favorite restaurant and afterwards going to his nearby apartment... "So, I have something to tell you," he said as he closed the door to his apartment. We had enjoyed the dinner, the place lived up to its reputation, and I was quite horny for this little twink's ass, he always gave it up so eagerly. "What's that?" I questioned, already feeling like I knew about his wanting more than just my dick. "You pozzed me," he said bluntly, "and I want to know if you knew?" Well, shit. I didn't see that one coming. "I...did?" I mused aloud slowly as I walked slowly by his granite kitchen counter top and slid my index finger along it looking at him curiously. "Yeah, it had to be you," he went on taking off his sports coat and hung it on a nearby coat rack, "I've only been getting fucked by you for the past couple months, and no one ever fucks me raw...only reason I let you is because the condom broke that time and I figured it out later." "So you liked it," I smirked despite myself. "Well, yeah I did...I loved letting you take me and breed me and say how I was your little cum slut, and you just needed me because you didn't shoot your seed unless it went in someone," he admitted, and I could see how hard he was getting beneath his form fitting jeans which made his ass look so good, "I thought to get the pills you could take after getting a load you're not sure about within 24 hours to ensure not getting pozzed, but you were so hot I just coming back and letting you have me over and over again." "And that hasn't changed, has it?" I questioned coming closer to him now and reached my hands around his waste to grab his ass and pull him into me. "No...even now I just wanna open my legs for you and just give it up like usual until you jizz up my ass and zip up to leave like you always do," he breathed softly, his heart I could feel quickening its pace as I kissed him softly and seductively. "So then who cares about all the other sordid details, I just want that ass," I said, and I was sure I had him now. Of course that's when he pulled away, an uncertain and doubtful look in his eyes and face. "Because I was so devastated when I heard the news I slept with someone trying to believe it wasn't true and I know they got it from me," he revealed to my surprise. I lead him over to the nearby couch that faced a small flat screen tv. "Tell me about it," I said, he might have thought I cared about relieving the burden on his shoulders of becoming a gifter like I had, but really I wanted to be turned on about him spreading my seed even more. "I was going into club Paradise, you know...the one with the hot porn playing and the strippers on the first floor," he began the story... "And the dark seedy dance floor down in the basement with everyone trying to fuck on the floor, their car, or an alleyway?" I joked, but knew all too well just how true my words were. "And that's pretty much what happened, he saw me before I saw him...this fucking hot jock sort of guy. I was kind of dancing alone just trying to get lost in the music when he was grinding up against me from nowhere. I didn't even try and see who it was, I just grinded back and gyrated hard and in tandem with the music. His cock was a fat one, I could feel it clear through the jeans and I wanted to get fucked and used like how you always fucked and used me. That's what guys at Paradise were all there to do more or less." I knew I couldn't wait for more of his story, and what was to come, and when you find out what I heard, it'll be even better than any of you could have guessed. ((Short on time, but will get up the continuation ASAP fellas!))

yeah, it making me very hard too and gets me even into a more uninhibited bottom role - it also about trust to give ownership of your very sensitive parts to a top....

As of late, I've been helping my top partner tag-team his btm pals on weekends... it's incredibly hot. Recently, we had another top join and we all shared 2 hot bottom men over night. There's just so many more options for hot sex with more than 2 people. And, while I luv feeling cock and cum in my arse, there's nothing better than feeling a tight welcoming hole wrapped around your pole either -- Now, that being said, I would personally feel a bit anxious about walking into a room of unknown men (and potentially superior tops) expecting me to fuck and breed a new hole -- esp. one that I may not be any attraction to. Call me old fashion, but "any port (hole) in a storm" doesn't get me going -- in fact, nothing gets me hard (or wet) like attraction, a great smile and a hot kiss!

Paul took this unexpected break in being fucked to consider what had just happened: his ass had been brutally fucked by an unknown stranger, his (still quivering) hole was now filed with that unknown stranger's cum, and generally he was still recovering from the brutal pounding he had received. Paul replayed the scene is his mind. The mere thought of what had just happened made his cock pulse with the pure danger of it all. And what had the top said when the other man was fucking him? Something about demon seed? Just what did that even mean? Paul did not have much time to think about it as his ass was suddenly impaled by the top's cock, which thrusted deep into his cum-lubed hole. "Forgot that I was here, did you faggot? Guess my cock made you fucking remember, didn't it, slut?" asked the top. Paul just grunted as the top mercilessly set about fucking his hole, thrusting hard and deep into his ass, alternating long thrusts with jack hammer type fucking. The tops balls slammed into his ass with each measured thrust. Paul decided to concentrate on pleasuring the cock that was now wrecking his ass, which would have been described as a tight cunt - at least prior to this experience. He struggled to contract his ass muscles around the fat cock that was inside him, intent upon massaging the top as well as he was able.. "That ass is coming back to life, isnt it fucker? Yeah..milk my cock slut! I knew you were a dirty little cum whore the minute I read your ad!" Paul started to fuck the top back, matching each forward thrust of the invading cock with a backward thrust of his ass, gripping the cock with his ass muscles as his ass moved forward. It seemed the load of cum Paul had taken earlier had turned him into a cum hungry slut, 'cause he definitely wanted this man's load. In fact that was all he wanted: to be filled with cum, The top started to fuck him faster now, grunting and sliding deep into Paul's ass, even as both men sweated profusely. Paul felt the top change position, still in a doggy style, but now hunched over his ass, standing on both feet. This position allowed the top to shove his cock even more deeply into Paul's ass. "I'm gonna breed your fuck hole, boy. You're gonna take every last drop of my hot load," the top grunted, only to thrust again, withdraw, thrust again, withdraw, and then, with a loud grunt, thrust deeply into Paul's hole and remained stationary. Paul could distinctly feel the top's cock spasm inside, followed by the feeling of wet warmth spreading in his hole; the top had unleashed a flood cum into him, and in fact it took two to three minutes for the last spurt to penetrate Paul's hole. "Yeah fucker, you're ass is mine - you got my load inside you - that's what you wanted, isn't it fucker?" Paul grunted in agreement as the top slowly withdrew his cock from Paul's ass. Paul could feel cum dripping down his balls as the cock slid out. Once more Paul heard the sound of someone taking photographs. "Told you. You were gonna get fucked. Remember, slut?" Paul once again grunted in agreement. "You got two hot loads in you boy. And I mean hot." "Yes sir" "Hmm you just don't know how hot" the top said with a laugh. "You better stay in that position for five minutes slut. I want my cum to really sink into your guts!" The top slapped Paul on the ass, to be followed by the sound of footsteps fading away. The front door opened and closed - again. Paul collapsed onto the bed. His ass was burning, but he had never felt so good. What did this mean? Was this a turning point for him? ""Paul. The Cumslut." He liked the sound of it....

After about two minutes Paul heard the door open and close, followed by footsteps down the hall. A deep voice ordered "Slut, keep your head buried in that pillow." Paul did as he told. Seconds later he felt the rub of a clothed crotch pressing against his ass. He could also feel the large bulge pressing to be released inside. The sound of a zipper being unzipped followed, and then the sensation of something pressing against his hole. The sound of spitting followed, as well as the warmth of saliva which coated his hole. Then came one hot thrust of pain as the cock which had been pressed against his hole plunged balls deep inside his hole. "Yeah, you dirty fuck whore. Take my fat cock in your ass/" Vigorous fucking commenced immediately. There was no time for Paul to adjust. The top was pounding him like a jack hammer, stretching his hole unmercifully. In extreme pain, Paul moaned loudly. "Fuck yeah, whore, take my fucking cock!" As quickly as it started the fucking stopped, although the fat cock was still buried in his hole. The next thing Paul heard was the sound of a photo being taken, followed by the sound of key presses on a smartphone. Paul smiled with pleasure at the thought of seeing the photographs of his violated ass. The top recommenced fucking Paul, but this time his thrusts were somewhat slower, with the top's cock cock sliding all the way in and then withdrawing. After a few minutes of this activity the top completely withdrew and grunted "Stay there whore. I need to get naked to fuck you better." With this remark Paul realised the top was (apparently) still dressed, having only opened his fly to free-up his cock for the assault on his ass. The sound of clothing being dropped onto the floor was interrupted by the sound of a message being received on the top's phone. As he slid back into Paul's ass, the top replied to the message, and then tossed his phone on the bed. By chance the phone fell next to Paul's head. The top, meanwhile, continued his slow thrusts into Paul's ass. After about five minutes of this treatment Paul was in heaven. The fat cock was touching every pleasure zone in his ass, and sensing as much, the top grunted "Dirty little whore. Taking my raw cock in your hole. Fuckin' love it, don't you, slut?" Then, as Paul uttered a muffled yes, he heard someone open the front door .

Took a load from two bf's last night, was a hot scene I had to arrive put on hood and blindfold and then knock on door. One of the guys then led me to the bathroom to strip my outer clothers before replacing the hood and blindfold. One of my mystery tops came back and led me to a bed before adding a ballgag and subsequently tying each arm and each leg to the bedposts so I was completely restrained, and them poppering me up to heaven with a rag soaked in the stuff. They then took turns using my immobile body before eventually blowing two huge wads, one all over my cock and the other inside my slutty hole before untying me and letting me go. When I got back to my car was surprised to realise I had only been inside an hour or so. With much of my senses blocked it seemed a lot longer.

Johnny 43 5'10", 190 lbs Toronto, Ontario After 5pm during weekdays; anytime during weekends Can be blindfolded upon request. I just need your raw dick n loads in the first place. Will take any loads who wants to dump in my hole multiple loads are welcome, groups or gangbang is awesome

As I'm a dick-sucking BB bottom boy, I was cruising at BBRTs, a gay pickup site, which is obviously a natural thing to do for fun, as everyday I enjoy looking at all the cocks. I tend to be submissive, so I usually try and hook-up with tops, or even better, dominate tops. On this occasion I received a message from a dominant top who asked if I'd like to meet in a local park and suck his poz dick. Although I'm still negative, the thought of risky sex always makes my cock hard. He had a gorgeous cock with a big mushroom head, so I didn't hesitate and I replied "Yes." It was summer time so all I was wearing was a pair of shorts, (no underwear, as I love to go commando), and a t-shirt. I met him at the local park by the restroom, which backed-up onto some woods. As I pulled up he waved me over to his car, so I climbed into the passenger seat. He had apparently been stroking his cock 'cause he was rock hard. I also realized he was much bigger than am I, as he weighed at least 100 pounds more than did I. He opened the conversation by asking "You like poz cock?" I replied "Ummm, it looks good, but I'm still neg as far as I know, although I haven't been tested in a few months." "You'll probably gonna catch it eventually," he replied. "I'm trying not to catch it, but for some reason every time I think about poz cock it makes my dick hard." "You're a bug chaser - you just don't realize it. You wanna suck my big poz cock, don't you boy?" pointing his huge cock at me. With those words my cock jumped to a full hard-on, and I think he knew I was his for the taking 'cause he suggested "Let's go to the woods." Without hesitation I followed him a short distance into the woods right behind the restrooms. I could easily see the rear wall of the restroom and, honestly, we were not particularly well hidden. Then he commented "I hope you like risky exhibitionist sex." Although I liked the idea I wasn't too sure how things would go down, but he surely did, 'cause next thing I knew he had pinned my arms behind my back. "Don't be too rough" I said, as he, in a swift move, whipped-out his cock and pulled down my pants, which, of course, exposed my hard cock and ass. Were someone nearby it would have been very easy to see his poz cock was now prodding my ass. "You like exposing yourself in public, don't you, boy?" As I said, I liked the sensation of being dominated - the humiliation that comes with domination, and, for that matter, and, in this case. exposing myself at the same time. My hard cock answered his question. "Hope somebody pulls up" he said as he spun me around, grabbed my shoulders, pushing me to my knees. "Suck my poz cock." I did as he ordered and eagerly sucked his big poz cock, my own cock throbbing hard as I sucked away on the big guy who was dominating me. As I said, we were barely hidden, and even though I was focused on pleasuring him, I could hear people around the front of the restroom - which only increased my excitement. I didn't pause but rather sucked his poz cock, not caring if we were seen. I was utterly turned on by being the possibility of public exposure, public domination - and, of course, sucking a big poz cock - all at the same time. In no time, pre-cum was oozing out of my cock, and soon enough I began to taste his poz pre-cum. I remember the thought crossing my mind that I was probably already poz and didn't know it, so what the hell?, which, of course, justified my risky behavior. I often jacked and fantasized while reading poz conversion stories which always made me shoot huge loads of cum. My fantasy had become true. My cock was throbbing hard, living out the fantasy. Then he withdrew himself from my mouth, picked me up off the ground (almost as if I was a toy!), turned me around and rubbed his cockhead on my ass. I could feel his cockhead leaking poz precum onto my cheeks. Then he spat on his cockhead and rubbed it on my boy cunt, grunting "I'm gonna' breed your ass" and I was fixin' to get fucked. With that he ordered me to the ground, telling me to stay on all fours. He came around me, went down to his knees, and slowly slipped in, beginning an excellent fuck. He pulled on my hips as he stroked my ass, telling me what a good little slut I was. Having that big poz cock pound my prostate kept me hard as a rock. It felt so damn good, felt like I had to piss and cum at the same time, and without any embarrassment I said "I feel like I'm gonna piss!" which, in fact, is exactly what happened. I began pissing, even as he continued fucking me. Naturally that made him fuck me all the harder - I guess one could say he had literally fucked the piss out of me. "Piss, you little slut" he said, pulling me up so he could observe my hard cock was spraying piss. Remaining on my knees, my cock fully erect, I pissed while he fucked my ass. Then he then gave me a reach around and rubbed my balls, going between them and my nipples, back and forth, telling me to cum for him. After a minute or so of this he grunted in my ear "You ready to take my hot load of poz seed?" "Yes, breed it" I replied, reaching back and massaged his balls. He couldn't hold back and blew a huge hot poz load inside my as he stroked my cock. I almost immediately blew my load, so we both, essentially had cum simultaneously. Telling me to hold still, he slowly fucked me , even as his poz cum dripped down off my balls. Then he collapsed on top of me, which forced me to the ground, his cock still in my ass, slowly fucking his seed into my body. Then everything felt different, and I realized he was pissing up my ass. He held his now half-hard cock in me until his bladder was empty, moaning quietly "Ahhhhhhhhh" I had never had a guy piss in me, and I must admit I liked it. I was now addicted to both poz cum and piss, needing both up my ass. He ordered me sit like a bitch and push it out while he watched. I complied. "Good, you're my bitch, now" he announced with satisfaction. Then, out of the corner of my eye I noticed a guy watching us. He was jacking off. We both watched as the voyeur shot a huge load. "Thanks for the show" he said as he zipped-up and and walked away!

Hey, pigs -- working on the latest installment today. Inspired by last night's experience of getting to the point with a hot, twisted top and being his trashy slampig all night long...

Part V © I watched as my mate continued to gorge himself on my master's cock. Only in my min's eye could I imagine it as he writhed in the pleasure he was clearly receiving as he took hit after hit of poppers, moaning all the phrases that I wanted him to say to me. Struggling was useless. I sat there mute, slumped over in defeat. Finally he pulled my mate off his cock and clearly pushed himself back into the pouch of the jock. He leaned down and whispered to my mate. "Good cunt. Almost worth having you do it again." My mate sighed and gazed up. "Thank you Master Peter. Thank you." Peter! His named was Peter. I moaned with pleasure as I discovered something new about my mater. Peter looked up and realised what had happened. Before he could react a fist smashed into my mate's face, pushing him to the ground. Peter grabbed him by an ankle and dragged him back into the bedroom. The door slammed shut. Silence. Then I heard dull thuds. I shuddered. The door opened and my master came out alone. He strode up to me and grabbed my chin. "Okay cunt Boi. What next?" I moaned in expectations and fear. My heart was racing and every touch was like an electric shock through my body. My cock was so hard and wet. I was sweating. He stood up and pulled my head back by my hair. I screamed from the pain. He straddled me and pushed his crotch into my chest. I could feel his hard throbbing cock against my stomach. He looked deep into my eyes. "Playtime" he whispered. He leaned over me. It forced his pit into my face. I breathed in deeply. My god he smelled good. Sweaty. Musky. I wanted to lick it. He unfastened the leash from the chair and swung behind me. In one fluid movement he undid my arms and then my feet and pulled me off the chair. The blood rushed to my feet and I almost collapsed. He kept me upright and moved me away from the chair. He held on to the leash and moved round to face me. I dared to look at him. His pupils were dilated from whatever he had taken and there was a light sheen of sweat all over his body making his muscles glisten. I moaned in ecstasy. He pulled me over to the sofa and forced me across he. I felt him straddle me, his cock pushing against my speedo clad arse. I pushed back, grinding my butt against him. He smacked me hard on the back of the head. "No Cunt Boi. You do as you are told." I whimpered and moved my arse away from his cock. I saw a hand reach down along the sofa and recover the toke bag. Then I felt a finger trace down my back. I moaned from the simple intensity of his touch. Once agin I felt his finger trace down to the top of my speedos and thens pull down the top of my trunks. This time he kept pulling until my arse was exposed. Then he stopped. I didn't dare turn around. His breathing was heavy. I could hear and feel it. Suddenly the most incredibly pain hit my arse hole. I struggled to get away but he leaned into me and held me down. My arse buckled as I felt his finger invade my tight arse. And now I realised why the pain was so intense. It was still sore from the rough fucking of the weekend before. I closed my eyes from the pain and saw lights across my eyelids. I screamed into the ball gag as his finger tore into my tight hole. Plunging it and ripping my hole sideways. Just as suddenly he pulled out. I heard him open the toke bag. I moaned and clenched my arse. He laughed and suddenly the searing pain again as he pushed something up my arse. He leaned forward. "One." I moaned as I heard him open the toke back again before brutally ramming his finger back into my butt. "Two." I could feel two objects - pills - up my arse. He dragged me to my feet and pulled me across the floor. In my mind I was praying for him to stop. He hoisted me up and fastened the leash to something and pulled. I felt myself rise up off the ground until I was precariously balanced on my tip toes like some grotesque ballet dancer. He walked back to the bag and reached down to retrieve something. He turned around and was holding a black butt plug. I looked at him as he approached. I couldn't move and he knew it. He spun me round. Hard. Then grabbed me and stopped and spun me the other way. The pulled me to a stop again. He walked around me and before I could relax he rammed the butt plug into my hold. God how I screamed. No lube. No poppers. No time to react. I felt the butt plug pushed deep into my hole, ripping against the sides of my arse. Then he pulled up my speedos. He returned to face me. "A point I think. Your arse is so tight. I'm going to enjoy breaking you in." He smiled and retrieved the poppers from his pocket. He flipped them open and took a deep, deep swag. I eyed them enviously. He lifted them almost to my nose then removed them. "No." He started walking around me. I tried to follow him round as he started talking. "Time to start testing you. I'm not sure you're up to this. I think you'll not last. But first a few rules." I turned and grabbed me around the waist. "Control word. Simple. There isn't one. Why would there be? I'm in control not you. Why give you control at all. You try and stop me and I'll only be harder. Hurt you more. So don't scream or moan or beg me to stop. If you do I either won't or I'll throw you out naked." He spun me round and kept talking. "No. No more rules. There are no rules. I am the rule." Suddenly I winced as a pain shot through my stomach. I automatically crunched up my legs to lessen it. He stopped me spinning. "I see it's working. Good. All whore boys have had an e pushed up their srse but I'll let you into a,it'll secret." He grabbed me and wrapped me in his arms. I sighed as I felt his hard, sweaty body against mine. I suddenly felt safe. I felt his tongue trace along my jaw and to my ear. I shivered at his sensuous touch. He leaned in further. I could feel his hard clock against mine. I didn't dare move. "The second pill. The one you just felt is a pure caffeine tablet. Like the ones you use to stay awake. It dissolves more quickly and reacts with this e. It's an interesting combination." As he said it I started to feel something happening deep in my arse. He was right, I had had an e pushed up my arse. Who hadn't. But he was also right that this was different. I could feel the slow build up of the e as it dissolved but something else was kicking in. Something more intense. I could acutely feel the butt plug in my arse but it felt strange. Alien. It felt like it was growing larger. Impossible. "Now you will be feeling something completely new." I nodded. "Like your arse is shrinking." I nodded again. "That's the caffeine. It's making your muscles tighten. What's interesting isn't that it'll make your arse tight enough to fuck but ..." And he leaned in ... "Imagine how it will feel as I pull that butt plug out." He stepped away and wiped the sweat from his face. He sighed and stretched and pull off his harness. He dropped it to the ground. He stood before me and slowly undid the belt holding up his chaps. "I think you deserve a little something for your patience." He undid the zips of his chaps and pulled them off. He turned around and bent over. I moaned as I watched the muscles in his arse flex and bulge and he undid his boots and kicked them off. He turned around to face me in his jock. He stretched his arms over his head allowing me to drink in the sight of his torso as it rippled. The e was taking effect. I gazed at him longingly. All I could think of was licking his body all over. Worshipping every inch. I needed him. He walked toward me. He unclipped the poppers and took a deepmsniff. He pulled me closed. His mouth touched the end of the ball gag and he breath out down the tube. My mouth and lungs filled with his poppered breath. Before I could react he sucked the air back into his mouth. And then back. I started to get dizzy. His hand reached up and pinched my nose. I panicked and began to struggle as I fought for fresh air. I looked at him. His eyes were closed. He was holding me so tightly. I saw spots before my eyes. He suddenly released and I dragged fresh air into my lungs. He stepped back and looked at me. His eyes were wild. "Oh yeah. Play time. Big time." He reached to grab me.

Part III c I arrived at the gym just before 8.00pm and headed to the changing rooms. The gym was just beginning to thin out as the office workers headed home. When I walked into the changing rooms I was hit with that incredible damp smell of changing rooms - sweat, steam, showers. It was enough to make me cum. I found a quiet set of lockers and started to get changed. As I looked around I felt that everyone was looking at me and smirking. My stomach had tightened as I momentarily considered not turning up. But then I remembered my journey to work and thought better of it. I didn't want a rougher encounter. Well not on the tube. I closed my locker and grabbed my hand towel and heading out into the gym. As I quickly scanned around I realised it was still pretty busy. But despite looking around I couldn't see him. At all. I didn't know what to do. Had he even turned up? I decided to carry on and do my standard routine. If he was here he would see me. And the fact that I wasn't wearing a singlet. My heart sank. Perhaps he had already seen me and left. I got onto the running machine and started it up. I normally ran for fifteen minutes but I couldn't get into my stride. Part of it was that it hurt when I breathed. Clearly the bruising was more than skin deep. I stopped after five minutes and stretched by the running machine. This was always the best part as there was a mirror where I could admire my legs and arse. My running had not only made me trim but according to every one I had sex with, gave me an incredible arse. My mind flicked back to the last orgy I had attended. Many years back. I had gone with a mate and ended up being fucked by too many men to mention over the host's sofa. Each had complimented me on my bubble butt and tight hole. My cock stiffened forcing me to change my train of thought. I took it was an opportunity to scan the gym again. Still no sign. I headed over to the floor mats. Lying on my back I started to do sit ups. Against the bruising made it difficult and I barely managed to do half the number I normally could do. I sat up. I was sweating. And still no sign. Perhaps I should call it a day. He clearly hadn't turned up. My temper flared. The fucker. Who did he think he was. First leading me on in the club. And then on the tube. And now. I stood up. Fuck it. I would finish my work out and if he hadn't turned up I would head home and perhaps search grindr. I had a few local buddies who might be around and might want to fuck my arse. I'd see. I moved over to the weight machines. Free weights had always scared me. First, all the muscle marys gathered around them territorially and secondly I didn't know quite what to do. The weights machines were always better. And emptier. First arms. I walked over the bicep curl and adjusted the weight. I stopped and lowered it one notch. I was clearly sore and didn't want to over do it. Especially if I wanted a cock up my arse later. By the end of three sets I was soaked in sweat. It wasn't only the bruising but probably the come down. I smiled. At least I would have a sweaty jock to chew on later. Next the 'pec deck'. Again I adjusted the weight and sat down. The three sets nearly killed me. I had been gripped really hard in the club. Crushed almost so it was inevitable that my chest would be sore. But I was angry and pushed myself. Still no sign and the pec deck was in front of a mirror which gave me a clear view of the whole gym. Not only was it empty bar me and three other - not so cute - guys but he wasn't here. I headed over to the shoulder press. I really didn't like this machine but that was okay as it was in a corner and I usually just pretended to use it. I adjusted the weight and settled into the seat. As usual I tied the strap across the lap like the instructor had told me. It was habit really. I never every thought I would pull enough weight to need it. I leant forward and put my head in my hands. What was I doing. I was chasing some muscle guy whose name I didn't even know around a club, a train and a gym. I had been fucked remorselessly by some complete stranger, spent a fortune on gym gear and fucked some twink bareback. And now I was beginning to feel the comedown. I sat up. Right, I decided. No more drugs. No more fucking around. And no more muscle guy. I'd finish my workout and forget him. And take the bus to work. I gripped the bars of the machine and tried pushed up. I couldn't. It was too heavy. I'd forgotten to adjust the weight. I started to turn around ... "Don't turn around fuck boi." I froze. I felt the strap around my waist tighten. "I've been watching you. Looking around the gym to see if you could spot me." I could feel his breath on my neck. I shivered. "Doing some pathetic kind of workout as you searched for me. Not even fucking straining a muscle you pussy boi. And what's this? No fucking singlet? I told you I wanted you in singlet." I mumbled I was sorry. "What cunt boi?" "Sorry Sir." "That's right. Sorry. Sorry for your pathetic performance in the club. Your reaction on the tube. Your fuck in the shop. And now your fucking shitty work out." I stiffened. Except in my jock. He chuckled. "Oh yeah I know all about your fuck session in the shop. That's a real whore's den. I was surprised that you fucked Tommy though. He likes men. At least he did this lunchtime when I pushed my raw cock up his arse and made him finger my cum out of his hole and eat it." I moaned. From shame. And from the image of my muscle guy fucking "Tommy". "So cunt boi. What are we going to do?" He pulled the strap tighter. I winced. "Should I take you home and fuck you? Should I just fuck you here? The gym is empty enough. I could fuck you in the shower cubicle and get it over with and move on. To someone better. Find a cunt boi who isn't such a whore. What do you think?" I whispered that I was sorry. That I had 'purchased a singlet like I was ordered to' but that it hadn't been clean to wear to the gym. I begged him to forgive me. All whispered. I heard him clear his throat. "Tell you what fuck boi. I'll do this. Because I think even a cunt like you needs a second chance. Are you listening?" I nodded. "Right. I want you to spend the rest of this week working out. I want you to punish your body. I want you to make it as perfect as you can. It will never be perfect enough for me but I want to notice a real change. And so you are going to have to work hard this week. Very hard." "Then on Saturday you will go to an address as directed. There will be instructions. You will follow them exactly. And don't think you can cheat. I will be here watching you. I will know if you have been working out. And if you haven't then you will have failed. Failed me. And failed yourself. Don't wank. At all. Now fuck off home." He pulled the strap even tighter making me emit a yelp. And then he was gone. Quickly I unstrapped myself and stood up. He was nowhere to be seen. What was I to do?

Part III b I couldn't concentrate for the rest of the morning and at lunchtime decided to call it a day and head home. Well not home directly. I went via a sports shop. I didn't have a singlet. Or a pair of blue shorts. I did have jocks. Plenty of them. But none of them "suitable" to wear at the gym. Most were faded from too much sweat and piss action. So on the way home I decided to drop into a new shop that was tucked behind my local high street. I had walked past it a couple of times but had avoided it. It was called "Gym Buddy" and just the name put me off. But I needed to obey. As I walked in I was surprised how dark and gloomy it was inside. There was thumping dance music which reminded me - all too painfully - of Saturday night. Everywhere there were pictures of men in jocks, or speedos. Or nothing. It was that kind of gym shop. I grinned. At least I wouldn't feel self conscious. I started browsing the 'gear'. Clearly this was the kind of gym clothing that could also be worn outside the gym and in the bedroom. My cock twitched as I pulled a pair of blue shorts from the rail. They were dark blue marl and there wasn't much 'in the leg' as it were. I put them back and pulled out the next pair. They had a slightly longer leg. "You can try both on if you want." I spun round. The shop assistant had appeared behind the counter. He repeated himself and pointed to the back of the shop. I nodded and pulled out the original pair. I continued to browse. I pulled a succession of singlets from the rail but none of them were right. Most had logos on them. Or were the wrong colour. "What are you looking for?" the assistant asked. He was standing right next to me. "Erm. A singlet." I replied. He was about my height. But younger. He had a piercing in each ear and one in his cheek. He was slightly slimmer than me. Blond hair. "Nothing grab your fancy?" I asked if he had anything plain and white. He nodded and disappeared. While he was gone I looked for socks. I had always wanted those chunky socks that rugby players wear and decided I might as well get them today. I picked up a pair in blue. Then put then down and picked up a red pair. "Here you go. Medium right?" He handed me a plain white singlet. "Anything else?" I was suddenly embarassed. I needed a jock but couldn't ask for one. He smiled and pointed in the direction of the back of the shop. "You can try it all on back there. I'll get you a jock." Shamefaced I walked to the back of the shop. There was a single curtain. I pulled it back to reveal a single dressing room with a wall to wall mirror. I walked in and pull the curtain shut. I started to button my shirt when the curtain was pulled aside. I looked back. The shop assistant handed me a selection of packages and then closed the curtain and disappeared. I was holding a selection of jocks in various colours. I slowly undressed and looked at myself in the mirror. I still had some gentle bruising and ached but it was getting better. I wasn't too sure if I would be able to work out but I didn't want to disobey him. God. I didn't even know his name. Jesus! I slid my underpants down and pulled open the packaging of one of the jocks. It was white. I hesistated. I would have to buy this if I tried it on. I checked the label. Medium. It should fit and if it did I would buy the rest. I needed some 'fresh' pairs. I often wore just a jock when I was at home alone. I loved the feel of the cup holding my balls. and the way the straps hugged my arse. I started to get hard and had to concentrate to bring my cock under control. Next the shorts. First I tried on the longer legged pair. They looked good. I had good legs and a firm arse from all the running I did. I flexed my leg muscles and the shorts moulded to my legs. Nice. I looked at the other pair. What the fuck. I dropped the shorts I was wearing and tried on the shorter pair. Wow. Even I had to admit I looked damn hot in them. I grinned. The jock made my crotch look 'full' and I didn't even have a hardon. And my arse looked very fuckable. I'd even fuck it. Maybe not suitable for the gym but more than suitable for some of the parties I sometimes went to. Next I grabbed the singlet and slipped it on. Damn. It was too big. It hung on me like a tent. I was about to call out when the curtain was pulled back. It was the assistant. "How is everything?" I told him that the singlet was slightly too big. He disappeared leaving the curtain open. I peeped out. The shop was empty. I wondered how long it could possibly last if it was empty on a weekday afternoon. How sad as I imagined this would be a shop that I would visit regularly. He came back empty handed. "Sorry that was the last one." He looked at all the gear spread across the floor. "Look. The one I am wearing is a small. Do you want to try it on?" I told him I wasn't sure and he just smiled. "If it fits you can have it. It's fresh on this afternoon and I won't charge you for it." Before I could answer he stripped it from his body and handed it to me. I pulled my singlet off and dropped it to the floor and slipped into his. It was warm from his body but it was a perfect fit. Not too tight but tight enough that you could see that I had a flat stomach and also defined arms. I looked up and caught him staring at me. "Looks good. Keep it." I looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was smooth and tanned. And for the first time I noticed he was wearing mesh tracksuit bottoms through which I could clearly see a white jock. I looked up and saw that he had been watching me. His hand dropped to his crotch and he started stroking it. I couldn't believe it. I wasn't normally into twinks but his smooth tanned skin started to make me hard. This was crazy. We were in a shop. "Don't worry. I've closed for ... stock taking." I watched as he slid his tracksuit bottoms down to reveal a tanned body that was slim but rippled in all the right places. I turned to look at him in the mirror as he kneaded his cock through his jock. I was now so hard it was evident from the shape of my shorts. He walked up behind me and lifted the singlet over my head. Dropping it to the ground he kissed the back of my neck and slid his hands round the front to my crotch and down my shorts. I moaned as I felt his hands slip in, hook the shorts and pull them down. In one fluid movement he swung around me and dropped to his knees and started licking and chewing my cock through the new jock. I moaned. All thoughts of being interrupted were gone. I was lost in the gentle tugging and licking and his tongue searched out the line between my skin and the jock and inhaled my sweaty odour. As his hands cupped my arse he pulled down the jock and let my cock spring free before taking the whole length into his young eager mouth. I moaned as I felt his warm breath on my shaft. Licking and sucking me his hands spread my cheeks and teased my hole. The pain in my shaft seemed to disappear with his excellent tongue work which only stopped when his mouth moved to my balls to suck them gently but insistently. I looked down and traced my eyes down his smooth back to his bubble butt. It was perfect and suddenly I wanted to taste it. I pushed him down onto his back and knelt between his legs. He grinned and as if reading my mind pulled his legs back to reveal his completely tan ass in his jock. He spread his cheeks and offered me his hole. I leaned forward and gently licked it. He moaned as he felt my tongue flicking the shaved, pink hole. I leaned in further and pushed my tongue in. It tasted so good. I grabbed his cheeks and pushed my tongue in further, lapping at and gobbing on his hole. One hand reached round and pushed my face into his arse. I was my turn to moan. I was only ever into twinks if they were in films being fucked mercilessly by either a daddy or a muscle guy. But here I was tongue deep in a twink and loving it. I pulled my face away and slid a finger into his hole. Damn it was tight. I pushed it in to the knuckle not without some resistance as his arse bucked and tried to push my finger out. I looked at him. His eyes were closed and he was loving it. I licked two fingers and pushed them in. To the knuckle. He whimpered in pleasure. I pulled them out and fed them to him as we stared at one another. His mouth lapped up the taste of his own arse. I pushed them back into his arse and gently fucked him. Every so often I would pull them out and either lick them myself or feed them to him. My own cock was now so hard it was dripping precum all over the changing room floor. I leaned forward to kiss him. I know what I wanted to do but wanted to make sure he wanted fucking. His hips slid up and suddenly I felt my cock slide into his arse. Raw. I started to pull out but felt his legs grip me hard. "Please" he whispered. I leaned forward and as he opened his mouth I gobbed into it before kissing him deeply. My cock felt so good in his arse that I didn't want to pull out. I slowly started to thrust into his tight hole. And god it was tight. Every thrust made him wince. But before long he was taking my cock, riding each thrust, his arms locked around me. I knew it wouldn't take me too long before I was going to cum but he wasn't letting me go. And again all I wanted was to shoot up his arse. I started to fuck him faster and I started to edge towards a climax. I looked at him and his eyes were closed. I pushed my tongue into his mouth as I felt my balls contract and my spunk speed down my shaft and into his arse. He moaned as he felt the hot slickness of my cum spread down his arse. We stayed locked together for a while before I pulled out and knelt before him. He pushed me towards him and took my cock into his mouth greedily licking it clean. He then pushed my onto my back and before I could stop him started to ride my face. I eagerly clamped his arse to my face as I heard him jack himself off. I pushed my tongue into his arse, greedy for any hint of my spunk. My tongue drove in deeper in search of my own taste as I pulled his arse onto my face. He screamed as he came. He pulled his arse off my face and pushed his cock into my mouth so that I could eat up the last spurts. As my breathing subsided he stood up, grabbed his gear and left the cubicle, closing the curtains behind him. I looked up. The mirror was splattered with his cum. Jesus. I quickly got dressed. I wiped up his cum with the singlet and stuffed in among the clothing I was going to purchase. I pulled open the curtain and he was standing behind the counter serving another customer. Two other guys were checking out the swimwear collection. I handed him my item and he looked up and smiled at me. "Did you find everything you needed?" I nodded and said yes. He rung up my purchases and put them in a bag. Before putting the singlet in the bag he lifted it to his face, sniffed it and smiled. "Do come again" he said as he handed me my receipt. As I left I just heard him say to the two guys "Take those speedos into the changing room and try them on. I'll come back with other sizes." Maybe the shop wouldn't close down after all.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): nathan Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 931 881 8215 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): cookeville , tn 38501 Times you're generally not available: mon tues thurs Age: 19 Height: 5'7'' Weight: 240 Ethnicity: white