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CHAPTER 3 Cod: “Ohhhh… Dad”, he was slow stroking my cock with his left hand, it felt really great. Then he leaned down to kiss me and looked at me with a little smirk… his right hand found my nipple, “owww… ohhh… fuck… Dad, ohhhh.. “, he knew what he was doing. I can feel him rubbing the head of my cock in his ass crack, it feels great. My precum is flowing heavy and I can tell Dad is wiping it in his ass crack and all over his hole; what is he up to? “It’s been so long baby, so long since we’ve had our private time together. Your Dad is craving cum.”, Craving cum? I thought. When did this happen?. All the times Dad and I had private time, all the times he sucked my cock, and I sucked him off, and all the times my Dad had fucked me before I left for college I was always the bottom and I always took his cum, usually in my ass. Once in a while he’d swallow my cum, and I made a lot of it, but I never once fucked him or even thought of him as a bottom; he was my Dad and he was my top. My eyes must have given away my thoughts, “So my little boy needs to blow his load?”, he blurted out. He pinched my nipple a bit harder, I was being hyper-stimulated, then I felt him push back against my penis and the head of my cock slid into him. “FUCK! DAD!”, I was huffing, “Relax baby boy, Daddy’s cum hole is going to get you off.” I only topped a few times in college, most of that was during the time Todd stopped fucking me, I was a little hurt and needed to nut and I found I liked topping guys who were younger and smaller than me. This was different, I loved sex with my Father, it wasn’t just about getting off but right now with his hole sucking my bare cock all the way in, the only thing I wanted was to bang him hard and dump my load deep. “Fuck, Dad, your hole… uhhhh.. your hole, it – it… uhhhh… fuck, it feels so great.”, “You like your old man’s hole, Cod? You gonna breed it? I want it Cod. I want IT.” Todd always talked to me like that when he was fucking me, it really turned me on when he said he wanted to give “IT” to me – I never really thought about why. “Dad? Oh fuck… Dad, you want your son’s cum? You want it inside?” We were getting into a good rhythm, him riding me, and my balls touching his ass, it never occurred to me that Dad bottomed or would be so damn good at it. Dad trained me how to show love sexually and told me to always take his cum, and here he was begging for my seed; I was really getting into it. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered that Todd was positive and fucked me regularly that last year of college or so, but all I can think about is how bad I want to squirt a big load of my sperm deep in my Dad’s ass; nothing else mattered right now. Dad: “Fuck me, Cod, fuck me.”, as many times as Sam had bred me it felt nothing like having my own son’s cock deep in my ass; I wanted his cum more than anything right now. “I want it boy, give IT to me.”, we both knew this will not be a one time thing, my boy needs to learn to give me his cum the same way I gave mine to him. I looked down at my boy, his eyes rolled back, he was in heaven. I’m riding his 7 inches with a nice constant stroke, I know he’s going to nut soon and when he does I want it all deep inside me. “Dad, ohhh fuck… Dad, …feels so good, how are you doing that?”, I was squeezing his cock with my ass muscles the same way Sam taught me to do once he went off meds, when Sam told me he wanted my hole to squeeze the poz cum out of his cock; I started doing it every time we fucked. “Dad! Dad! Fuck.. I’m going to … oh fuck, feels so… I’m going to cum.”, “Do it boy, I want it, give IT to me.”, “Uhhhhhh fuck… “, my boy raised slightly off the bed and I lowered myself as he started to unload, I think he wanted his cock buried as deep inside me as I wanted it to be. It was so intense taking my son’s cum in my ass, it wasn’t the same as when Sam fucked me, but it was incredibly hot. Cod: Dad leaned down, not letting my cock slip out, and we started making out. My cock never went soft, “Does Daddy need another load of his son’s cum?”, I said in a slightly childish/sarcastic tone, “My tight hole needs cum, Cod”, “That’s tight?”, now he grinned sarcastically and between kisses; we both laughed a bit. Bareback sex with my Father felt sinful and risky and it kept my 7” cock rock hard; I needed this so bad. That last year of Todd fucking me, telling me how he was breeding me was always intense but it felt nothing like being naked with my own Dad. I stopped for half a sec to think that I had never really tested for HIV and Todd was positive and fucked me very frequently after we reconnected. I was pondering all this and my cock started to go soft, my Dad squeezed down hard with his ass, looking at me, “What’s going on in that head of yours, Cod?”, that snapped me out of it. I knew Todd had fucked and bred me and fucked hiv-positive cum inside of me over and over, and now it was done, my Dad had my cum inside him …. If I was poz, I thought, I might have just given it to him. Knowing there was no going back and feeling his ass, my cock was instantly hard again, (I lied a bit) “I was thinking how hot it was to breed your ‘tight’ hole, Dad, and how you’re about to get a second load.”, “Good boy. This time, breed me on my back, I want you in control of where you unload, and I want it hard and deep – fuck me like you mean it, like you really want to give ‘IT’ to me.”, he said it again. Dad has lust in his voice when he tells me he wants my spunk, poz or not, he’s going to get it. He slipped off my cock onto his back and brought his legs up, “Yeah, boy get in there deep, really breed my ass this time. I want your cum.”, I moved and got myself lined in position, a quick glance in his eyes, and I forced it all the way in, “Ohhhhhh…. Yuppppp.. “, he groaned as I hit bottom, he could feel my sweaty nuts touching his ass and we both knew my cock was going to dump another big load inside him. Evening after just blowing a load my cock was so hard, the size caused him to moan deeply, as each inch of my stiff, fat, flesh-covered rod, pulled back then pushed deeper and deeper into his hole. "Ooh, yea! Cod, fuck me! Stuff that fat cock inside me!", he groaned as my hips began to gyrate against his body. I loved him talking dirty, with my bare cock inside him, he couldn’t talk filthy enough for me. He quickly realized, the more he talked, the harder I fucked him. Dad moaned heavily, as I laid into him, my bare cock fucking his ass as deep and hard as our bodies would allow. My cock isn’t huge but, it felt as though it almost pushed his ass to it's maximum ability, without causing real pain. Maybe I was just extra horny because it was my Dad, maybe it was the thoughts of Todd breeding me, or maybe it's because I really like fucking, or should I say 'make love'? I wanted to breed him, but I was in no rush, he was going to feel every inch of my cock. We had a real rhythm going, it was as though we didn't want to waste any of my cock or motion, I tried to pull my engorged tool almost completely out with each stroke, only leaving the head implanted in me. Then effortlessly slide back into him, until my nuts were tight up against his ass again. For now, I was in ecstasy, hot sex with my father inside his ass raw. I fucked him steadily for over 30 minutes, never really changing the rhythm, until the point of no return, “Dad… Dad… fuck, I’m gonna cum…. UHHHHHHHHHHHH!, and like that I was dropping another load of boy seed inside my old man. “That was so fucking hot boy, thank you”, he was out of breath, I was out of breath. I pulled out and laid down beside him while we both recovered.

Bruce, pictured here, has been after Matt's ass for years. For one reason or another, it never seemed to work out. However, this past weekend, Matt attended a club and happened to run into Bruce. The two began dancing together at the club. Eventually, Bruce went in for it feeling Matt's rock hard cock by shoving his hand in his pants. Matt responded by grabbing Bruce in for a kiss. After a lot of teasing Bruce suggested they leave the club. They didn't make it out of the parking lot before Matt was on Bruce's lap in the backseat of Matt's car. Matt ripped Bruce's pants down and began to suck on his 7" cock. Matt could taste the precum as it flowed down his waiting throat. After a bit of that, Bruce switched positions with Matt and began to suck Matt's 7" cock as well. Matt could feel his orgasm build as Bruce is an expert cocksucker. Matt tried to get Bruce to stop, but he didn't listen, and Matt shot his huge load down Bruce's throat and Bruce, of course, swallowed every drop of it. As the two began making out, Matt could taste his load on Bruce's lips. Matt began to position himself under Bruce, rubbing his ass on Bruce's wet, rock hard cock. Bruce murmured they shouldn't fuck, which confused Matt, considering how he'd heard Bruce talk about wanting his ass for a few years, so Matt persisted by pushing Bruce back into a sitting position and sucking his cock once again. Once he got Bruce's cock nice and wet, Matt leapt onto Bruce's lap and started grinding his hole against Bruce's cockhead. Bruce insisted on a condom, to which Matt laughed and said, simply, "I want your cum in my ass and you want to cum in my ass. That's what we're gonna do." As Bruce protested a bit more, Matt felt Bruce's head slip into his ass. Quickly, but with some difficulty, Matt took all seven inches into his hole. At this point, Bruce's shallow protests stopped, and instead he groaned in pleasure, as did Matt. The two resumed making out as Bruce was now thrusting up into Matt who was riding Bruce's cock like a pro. Eventually, Matt was on his back, legs wrapped around Bruce, begging to get fucked harder. As Bruce pounded Matt's ass, the car windows fogged up. Bruce grunted he was getting close and that he was going to pull out, but Matt responded by wrapping his legs tightly around Bruce, and, with even more enthusiasm, worked his ass up and down on Bruce's cock. Finally, Bruce blurted-out "I can't cum in you. I'm poz!" but Matt kept riding. Again Bruce reiterated "I'm poz, Matt! You don't want me to cum in you!" but Matt grabbed Bruce, kissed him and said, "Do you see me stopping? Shoot your hot poz cum in my ass!" Bruce, still struggling with the decision, tried once more but finally succumbed. Bruce said he was about to shoot and Matt said to "Give me that poz cum! Fill my slutty ass with it!" And with that instruction, Bruce buried his cock balls deep and shot his poz cum deep inside of Matt's ass. Matt kept working Bruce's cock to work the poz load deeper in his gut. Bruce looked at Matt, shocked and couldn't believe Matt not only took it, but wanted it. After thinking about it, Bruce smiled and asked Matt if he wanted some more....

In my experience versatile means the guy is a bottom but can't bring himself to admit it. lol

. . Can you see them now

1. It started at a New Year's Eve party. It was the last day of 1995, heading into 1996. Outside, in the nation, a culture war was raging, and it felt like sometimes we were losing. Inside, all of us young gay men were terrified. AIDS was everywhere, and there was still no cure, no treatment, and most of all, no hope. We all had gotten the religion of safer sex, of relentlessly using condoms. We were all good boys, and used them every single time. Except, of course, when we didn't. When we were too drunk. Too high. Too enamored of our partner. In the run up to midnight, we were playing a drinking game. Our host was reading a list of activities. Every time he read one that we had done, we drank. Sometimes, we would nervously look around, seeing who else dared to drink, like when he read "had sex without a condom." Other times, there was a raucous cheer and we all drank, like when he said, "Got a blow job." At the end of the game, all of us were drunk to one degree or another. That was when Jeff came up to me. We were casual acquaintances. We would say hello in the bar, and see each other at parties. But we had never really talked. "I saw you drank when Shawn asked if you had sex without a condom," he said. "Yeah," I nodded. "And when he asked about sex with a poz guy." "Yeah," I said again. "Same guy?" he asked, an evil smile on his face. "No," I said. "Of course not." "Ahh, too bad." But, before I could say another word, someone lurched between us, and started to talk to Jeff. I'm not sure it mattered. The seed had planted in my mind, and it started to take root. To get fucked raw by a poz guy. To do something so utterly reckless and stupid. To utterly stop worrying about consequences of my actions. I didn't remember much about the rest of the evening, other than that ill-advised and imprudent idea. Like the deadly virus all around me, it festered and slowly grew. I had discovered the Internet, and had discovered there was a word for it. Barebacking. It seemed both completely wrong and scarily hot. I discovered there were groups of men who gathered to enjoy skin-on-skin contact and exchanging fluids. I discovered that some of them would welcome negative guys into their circle, infecting them in a dark and depraved orgy of raw fucking. Last, but not least, I discovered that my acquaintance Jeff was a member in one of these clubs. He encouraged me to learn more about the club and more about the virus. He introduced me to other members of the club, and I heard their stories. Most of all, Jeff gave me permission to fantasize about joining their private club. "It's ok," he would message me on AOL. "It's just a fantasy when you are jerking off. It's no more real than the frat brothers fucking in porn." Those were the nights I came the hardest. Thick ropes of cum would cover my chest and I was disappointed they did not burn with the virus. Online, I would exchange messages with the other guys in the club. They talked about how good it felt to fuck raw and how relieved they were that they weren't frightened anymore. They encouraged my fantasies as well and told me I should visit their club one night. It was Jeff who finally extended the formal invitation. They wanted to have a party in my honor. "Summer Solstice. Friday, June 21st. We'll all spend the weekend having fun," he said. "Just be ready for the ritual," he continued, a hint of mystery in his voice. He told me the address and said I should be there at 8PM sharp. On the appointed Friday, time seemed to stand still. I had been planning to leave work early, have a drink and relax before the party. But instead, I had a last minute fire to fight, and I barely had enough time to shower and get dressed before I had to rush out the door. The address led me through the old industrial part of town, to an anonymous warehouse. There were several cars out front, parked on what I hoped was an abandoned railway spur. I parked next to them. There was a single bare bulb over the door, providing just enough light to read the number on the door. 2718, it read, the same address that Jeff had given me. I knocked on the door, wondering what I was to do next. The door opened; it was darker inside than outside. "Yes?" a man asked from within. "I'm Tim," I said. "Jeff said to come here." "Right. You're the initiate." "Yeah," I said. "Come in." The door opened a bit further, but it was still dark. I stepped inside, and hoped that my eyes would soon adjust. Black curtains, hung from the high ceilings, marked off the entry area and there were two large candles burning on iron stands. Mixed with the smell of the candles were the hints of sex. I could smell the sweat, a bit of lube, and the promise of cum. In the background, there was a low prayer-like chant droning on. The door behind me closed, and I began to see more details. The man who had let me in was about my height, maybe 6'4", with a muscular, hairy chest. He was almost naked, wearing a pair of black combat boots, and a black leather mask that exposed only his mouth and two holes for his eyes. "Strip down," he said. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and removed my shorts. "All the way," he said, nodding at my underwear. His cock was hanging down, thick but still mostly limp. I took off my underwear, and stood in front of him, completely naked. He knew my name but I knew almost nothing about him. In addition, he had slightly more clothes than I did, plus the relative anonymity the mask afforded him made me feel even more vulnerable. "Follow me," he said, turning around, and walking slowly deeper into the warehouse. His ass was firm and muscular, and I wondered how it would feel to slide my raw cock into him. He parted the curtains; the next room seemed to have a bit more light. "Come," he said. I followed his lead, and walked through the curtains. The room was much bigger, but the light was just an illusion; there was a candle right where we entered. It took me a moment to take everything in. Painted in white in the middle of the room was a white circle, a pentagram inscribed inside it. At each of the five points, there was a heavy steel column with a candle flickering. Around the perimeter of the circle were men, all with various black leather masks on. Some masks covered only their eyes, while others covered most of their faces. At the head of the pentagram, one man stood alone, a pair of black boots and a leather executioner's hood. In front of him, right at the center of the pentagram, was a wooden fuck bench with thick leather straps hanging off. Even with the heavy hood on, I could tell he was watching my every move. Like a wolf tracking his prey. He shifted his weight and a heavy steel axe glinted in the candlelight. I shivered. It was not clear if this was an initiation or something much more dangerous. "My Father," the man who had led me in said, "I bring the Initiate." He left me at the base of the pentagram, the fuck bench the only thing between me and the man in the executioner's hood. I could barely keep my eyes off of the man in front of me. His uncut cock was sticking up, erect and hard. Even hard, the foreskin covered the head, making him seem even more like a wild animal, barely tamed. "Welcome to the temple of the Dark Lord," he said. I was still looking around, trying to take in the entire scene. It was a scene from one of the darkest stories I had read. A Church to Sex, dedicated to a malevolent and dirty God, charged with the task of spreading their disease. My cock began to twitch at the thought. "Thank-you," I said. "You may call me Sir," he said. In the flickering candles, I could only just see his mouth move. His eyes were dark, unfeeling pits of blackness. "Thank you Sir." "You are the Initiate, correct?" "Yes Sir, I am." "You know why you are here, right, Initiate?" "I do, Sir." "You are ready to give your body to the Dark Lord? To let him rule you?" "I am, Sir." I knew what was going to happen. These men were all going to fuck me. They were going to fuck me raw, and shoot their seed in me. From the looks of the men arrayed around the room, at least a few of them were full-blown. The rest, no doubt, had the Dark Lord's virus pumping through their veins. It would require divine intervention from a much better God for me not to get infected this evening. "Are you ready to die for him?" The Dark Lord's virus was both fatal and incurable. I would be pumped full of it by the horny men surrounding me. I would be infected, which meant I would die. "I am. Sir." "Good. I will be your executioner tonight. Do you accept my authority?" "I do, Sir." "Do you give me your body to do as the Dark Lord wishes?" "I do Sir. To the death." "And you will die from tonight's ordeal," he said. His cock twitched and a bead of pre-cum appeared on his slit. The twisted fuck was enjoying this. I had to admit I was as well. Hot men surrounded me, each of them ready to fuck me raw and pump me full of their jizz. By the end of the weekend, I would be dripping with sperm. "Death in the service of the Dark Lord is an honor, sir." "Good. For the rest of the ritual, you will not have a name. You will be known only as the Sacrifice." He made it sound evil and dirty. My cock was nearly erect. This was worse than any dark jerk off fantasy I had ever had and better than more favorite porn. He turned to a man standing to his right, shifting the axe to his other hand. "Acolyte?" my executioner said. "Yes, Sir?" the new man asked. I hadn't recognized any of the men; with their heads hidden under the masks and hoods, it was impossible to see any of the critical details. But, once I had heard his voice, I knew who it was. It was Jeff. "Has the method of execution been selected?" "It has Father." "And what is the decision of the Black Cabal in how to dispose of Sacrifice?" "Anally injected death sentence. AIDS." Jeff stared at me, smiling. "It shall be carried out every week until the sacrifice is infected." "AIDS it was, AIDS it is and AIDS it will be." my executioner confirmed. "The Dark Lord rejoices in his virus. Did the sacrifice hear his sentence?" he asked me. "I did," I said. I still couldn't keep my eyes off of his cock. It was seemingly even more erect than earlier and still, the head was covered by foreskin. "I did. And, my Executioner, I accept the decision of the Dark Lord's darkest minions." "The Sacrifice will assume the position on the altar." He motioned for me to get on the fuck bench. I climbed on to the wooden bench. It was solid, barely even moving as I rested my weight against the cool leather pads. I adjusted myself, feeling my cock throb underneath me. As the thick straps brushed against my legs and arms, I felt the first pangs of fear. Until now, it had been just play. It wasn't real. From the left and the right, two men stepped forward from the ranks, and adjusted the straps. First, they did my thighs, then my arms. I tested them, but the leather straps were tight and strong. I was totally naked, strapped into place, unable to move, and totally powerless to defend myself from perverted desires of the men surrounding me. The ritual may have been a bit dramatic and over-wrought, but there was a core of truth to it. I had agreed to be infected with a deadly disease, and, eventually, when I was on my deathbed, I would be able to trace it back to this night. As the reality of what I had started hit me, the room seemed to swallow me up. I could feel every stray draft across my skin. I could hear every slight shift in weight from the men around me. And most of all, I could smell them. Their masculine sweat was the dominant smell, but there was the hint of metallic tang from the pre-cum starting to drip from their erections. I wanted to slow it all down and think it through again. I had jerked off to every imaginable permutation and combination of getting infected, except for the actual reality itself. Now, faced with the harrowing reality of getting infected, I was having second thoughts. Once more, I pulled against the straps, but there was no more play than the first time. I was tied down and there was no chance of mercy from these men. Oblivious to my mounting fears and growing doubts, the man I now thought of as my executioner turned to his left side. Another man stood there, again, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and a black mask around his eyes. "My acolyte, has the cabal granted any relief for the ordeal?" "They have my Father. The sacrifice is allowed an emollient to begin. And with your blessing, he may enjoy the Dark Lord's glass cock." "The sacrifice is lucky," the executioner said. "Do you have the emollient?" "I do, my Father." "Then prepare the Sacrifice," he said. The man stepped forward from where he stood by the executioner, leaned down and extracted a thick tube from his boots. He walked towards me, and I could see it was a syringe, just lacking a needle. It was filled with an opaque white fluid. "We anoint the sacrifice with the semen of the Dark Lord." The man took up a position behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth from his body against my skin. "This will hurt," he grunted. Before I could even fully process what he had said, he stuck his gloved hand into my crack, spreading my cheeks apart and exposing my hole. He pushed the syringe into my anus, forcing it deep within me. The sharp plastic edges hurt as it penetrated, but it was only for a moment. He pressed down, and there was a cool sensation in my gut. "Should be good," he grunted again, and pulled it out. He rubbed my hole for a few seconds, getting it to close up. "It will take a few minutes for the Dark Lord's semen to take effect," the executioner said. The gloved man stepped back from behind me and resumed his position next to the executioner. "Congregation, are you ready to begin?" the executioner asked. "We are," the men surrounding me answered. He turned back to Jeff. "Acolyte, are you ready?" "I am, my father," Jeff answered. He grabbed his erection and shook it. "Take the position," he told Jeff. Jeff stepped away from his place by the executioner, and walked behind me. He rubbed his cock against my crack. Between a bit of the semen from the syringe and the pre-cum on his cock, there was just enough lube for his shaft to slide back and forth. Like a torpedo to its target, his cock quickly found my hole. He paused and cleared his throat. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for allowing me to start the sacrifice in your honor." Jeff called out in a clear, loud voice, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Hail Lucifer," the men replied. The response came from every side of the pentagram, enveloping me in the raucous joy of the men ready for the chance to breed me. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for your minions who have infected me." "Hail Lucifer," the response rose again from the men. Thank you Dark Lord, for the drugs that make me not care." "Hail Lucifer," came from the assembled men again. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the opportunity to further your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the pleasure of converting the sacrifice to your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Acolyte, you may begin the insemination," the Executioner said. "Thank you Sir," Jeff said. His cock was still resting against my hole, hard and dripping precum. "It will be my pleasure." His cockhead was primed and ready, but not yet in me. He pressed, and suddenly, the tip of his dick was inside me. It hurt, but only just a bit. He pressed again and his entire shaft was inside me. It hurt but at the same time, in that second of pain, I suddenly knew more about Jeff than months of casual conversation. I understood his anger at the boyfriend who had betrayed him and infected him. I knew about his shame and fear of being treated as a diseased pariah. I grasped his contentment of finding a community that accepted him. Most of all, I felt his ecstatic pleasure at being inside me. His cock was a hard, raw shaft buried inside of my body. He was dripping his infected pre-cum into me. The pain I felt from his hard cock penetrating my body was nothing. I could not deny Jeff his pleasure, his feeling of raw power over me just for the pain and discomfort he was putting me through. My agony was the very tiniest of offerings I could give to the Dark Lord. Jeff paused a moment with his balls pressed hard against my ass. His cock throbbed, and a bit of pre-cum leaked out. He grabbed my waist. It was more to give him some leverage; I was still secured to the fuck bench. No matter how hard Jeff pounded my ass, I would not be moving. I tensed, ready for his next move. "Oh fuck," he grunted in pleasure. "So tight," he murmured, just loudly enough for me to hear. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, so that just his head was still inside my hole. It was no longer the full length and width of his erection inside of me, but I still wasn't able to relax. "Be still," he murmured. "Open up for me. Open up and let the Dark Lord take over your body." Jeff paused for a moment, and then spoke again, louder this time. "May he?" he asked to the executioner. I looked up at the naked man. He was still this perfect specimen of masculinity, his body nearly all muscle, his chest covered with a light dusting of light brown hair flecked with grey. He nodded ever so slightly. I wondered if I had even seen it or if it was just my eyes playing tricks on me in the flickering candlelight. But, a young man walked out from among the gathered men, directly to me. He was different from the other men. For one, he was younger, maybe only barely twenty years old. It was easy to tell because he was not wearing a mask and his cock was imprisoned in a steel chastity cage. He was wearing sneakers as well; the overall impression was of a young man, still not sure of himself. In his hand, he had a familiar small brown bottle. "You'll want this," he said. He opened the bottle and held it under my nose. "Lucky," he murmured as I sniffed from the poppers. I inhaled deeply, letting the chemical fill my lungs. I held it long enough for the familiar warm waves of happiness to start to wash over my body. My entire body relaxed. Jeff could feel the change, and pressed his shaft back into me. "Let me in," Jeff said, pushing another inch of his hard shaft into my raw hole. This time, it did not hurt as much. There was still the warm, burning sensation in my hole, but the sharp pains had disappeared. Jeff's cock now felt like it belonged inside of me. As the poppers flooded my brain, I wanted more than just a few inches of Jeff's shaft in me. I wanted all of him. I wanted every man in the room to fuck me and fill me with his seed. I had never felt a hunger like this before. I tried to push back against Jeff's cock, but the leather straps held me in place. They were now a cruel joke. I had always known they were there to hold me in place and to keep me from running away from the assembled men. But, instead, they were keeping me from running towards my desires and dreams. "Calm down," Jeff said. "You'll get far more than you'll need." His cock slid the rest of the way into me and his balls slapped against my ass. Even as big as his cock was, it was still not enough for me. I looked around, craving each man's load. "The spirit of the Dark Lord is here," Jeff announced to the gathered men. There was a murmur of approval from the men. "The sacrifice can feel his hunger." I couldn't explain it, but Jeff was right. The hunger was consuming me, and the only way it could be satiated was from these men fucking me. Jeff pulled out, and slammed back into me. If it were not for the Dark Lord's influence, it would have been an excruciating experience. But instead, it felt completely natural and appropriate. As Jeff started to fuck me harder, the assembled men started to respond to the fucking. "Breed him," they said, there words punctuated by another forceful thrust from Jeff. "Convert him," they continued. Jeff's pace was picking up, and I wondered how far he was from cumming. In any other situation, I would have been terrified by what was happening. An HIV-positive man was fucking me raw, and was on the verge of cumming in me. "Infect him," the crowd called out. The poppers were strong; even a few minutes later, I was still flying and was craving more poppers, more cock, and most of all, a load in my raw hole. "Fuck him," the crowd called out. Suddenly, the executioner dropped his axe. The heavy iron head hit the ground with a loud thud; I could feel the vibration travel up the fuck bench and hit me in the chest. The crowd grew silent. The only sounds were Jeff's short, sharp breaths announcing just how close to orgasm he was. "It is time," the executioner said. "Kill him." The command pushed Jeff over the edge. "Take my load," he grunted as his cock slammed into my hole. The first warm jet of spooge of his orgasm simultaneously landed deep inside of me. "Take my dirty cum," he moaned, as another jet shot from his cock into my unprotected hole. As his cum filled my hole, I knew there was truly no going back. I had crossed the Rubicon. The die had been cast. I had taken infected cum. I'm sure I had done it before, in a moment of weakness, when I let a random stranger from the bar fuck me. But this time, it was different. I had known exactly who Jeff was. I had known exactly how dangerous it would be to have sex with him. And far from being scared, all I could think about was the next man who would cum in me. His cock would be thick and hard, dripping infected pre-cum, and I would beg for it. I looked up to see the executioner. He was still standing in front of me and his cock was just as hard as ever. Precum was dripping from the head and down his foreskin. "The execution has begun," he said. "Bring out the spice. Satiate your hungers with our willing sacrifice. And let our Dark Lord feed off your perverted and depraved pleasures." "Hail Lucifer," the assembled crowd of men replied, as they moved forward, into the pentagram that I was the center of. "Hail the Dark Lord."

Hi, I'm Calvin and I would say I'm straight. However I once had a dream that I had bareback sex with a guy and it has always turned me on whenever I think about this dream. All I remember is my cock being totally lubed up, and a guy who had a perfect big juicy tanned ass was on all fours in front of me, his hole was perfectly lubed up as well and he just backed into me. My long, thick and hard cock struggled to enter his hole at first, and then there was a pop and the head went in, and then the rest of it dissapeared inside his ass, and we kept on going. The dream was so vivid it was incredible, strings of lube went from the base of my cock to his ass as he backed up and moved forward, my balls ached at how tight, warm and wet he was. And then I unleashed a huge creamy load deep in his ass, and kept my cock in until it began to got semi hard. I pulled out and a stream of my hot white cum just trickled out of his asshole. Since then I've always wanted to re-enact that dream. I came across this forum and thought I would share. I can upload some pictures of my cock if people want to see it I don't know how this forum works but I hope you enjoyed my story.

I received a text today out of the blue from S____, a guy I met in the supermarket ages ago. He asked if I was free to fuck both him and F____, his friend. I was quite a distance from home, but gave him a rough idea when I'd be back in my neighborhood, and he replied saying he and his buddy would be ready. I texted him when I came out of the Tube and he reminded me of the address. A few minutes later I arrived at his apartment building, buzzed him, and in I went, climbing the staircase to his floor. Arriving at his door, sure enough, the door was unlatched, just as it had been on the other occasions we had gotten together. As I walked through the door I could hear some soft chatting, but the voices went silent as I stripped off at the door. By this point I was hard and quite wet. Walking further into the flat, I found the two guys in the living room, on their knees, side by side. F____ was a mixed race guy with the most amazing arse. There was a bit of hair around his hole but otherwise seemed pretty smooth. I got down and started eating him out. His hole tasted really sweet and his cunt was really tight. After a minute or so I figured it was only fair to have a go on S____, so I went down on him as well. Both apparently enjoyed my services. By now it was time to tease them a bit more. I was fucking dripping, so I ran my cock first over F____'s hole, pressing my cock head against it, testing it to see exactly how tight he was: the answer was 'Fucking tight'. Then I did the same to S____, but in addition, I teased him by pushing my cock head into him, but as I wanted to fuck F____ first, I pulled out and went back to F____, teased him a bit more, loosing him up with alternately my cock head and finger. His cunt was really warm, and to be honest felt great. I didn't want to cum too quickly, so I pressed the head of my cock against his hole again and left it there until I popped in. By this point he was rather wet with my precum and my spit, so I didn't need to use any lube. Sure enough, before long I was fucking him nice and slowly. After a bit I could tell S____ was getting a bit twitchy, so I pulled out of F____ and slid right into S____, marveling how good his ass felt. He was a lot more open but still tight enough to enjoy. I fucked him for about ten minutes or so, then, figuring I couldn't cum more than once, I asked "Who wants my load?" S____ replied "Give it to F____, so after a few more minutes I pulled out of S____, who looked up and watched me slide back into F____. S____ approached very close, watching me fucking F____, which turned me on big time. A few more minutes and I shot a massive fucking load inside F___. I honestly didn't expect to cum so much. When I withdrew from F____, S____ sucked me cock clean, then smiled as I headed off to get dressed and leave :-)

Time to ram it home. After several repeated sessions of coating Ram's chest, abs and even neck with my raw unmedicated poz cum, it was again time push his limits. When he asked to come over the workout, I told him I already had. The next day he asked again and this time I told him I was busy and would have to skip out. After a third rejection, he was getting antsy and asked "Did I do something wrong?" "Why would you think that?" "You haven't worked out with me for a while." "Rambo, it's been three days. Hardly 'a while'. "Yeah, you're right, I'm ...I'm just checking." "No, you're just horny for my dick, aren't you?" "Yeah, well, I can't lie. It's definitely fun." "You like me covering you in poz cum, right?" "It's fucking hot, man. You and your cock are amazing." "Come over tonight." "I can't. Joseph is here." "Make an excuse. I've been dying to lick that pretty ass of yours." "Fuck, okay. I'll be there." The cheating mode was already in him: the need to go even further. Tonight was going to be the night I had my way with him - completely. The hours rolled around, and 1:00 AM arrived faster than I expected - and as it did, Ram appeared at my door, clearly nervous. "How'd you get out?" "I waited till he fell asleep. He's kinda a heavy sleeper," he replied, adding "but I probably can't stay long." "Then what are your pants still doing on?" I asked as I pulled him into my arms, pushing my tongue behind his lips. He let out an almost girlish moan. I grabbed the small of his back and with my free hand explored his pants, only to discover Ram wasn't wearing underwear. His determination to cheat made me instantly hard so I kissed him harder, practically tongue-fucking his throat. He continued to moan while my mouth covered his and he dropped his pants and kicked them away. My finger sought-out his lightly fuzzed crack and rubbed his tight stud hole. "You want daddy to eat this hole boy?" I asked finally coming up for air. "Fuck yeah" he replied, mesmerized by the prospects. "Fuck yes daddy." I repeated "Fuck yes daddy" he said twice more while I growled and rewarded him with another deep kiss and he moaned into my mouth. "Get on the fucking couch boy and show Daddy your stud hole." He practically jumped on the couch on his knees wrapping his arms on the head rest and pushing his ass back. I took a moment to enjoy the view Then I dove in, grabbing each of his tight stud ass cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal that lightly furry hole. I ran my tongue from bottom to top around and repeat. "OHHHHHHFUUUUUCKKK," Ram moaned. I licked then sucked then chewed then licked again in rhythm, over and over, playing Ram like the instrument he was, using his moans and whimpers and words to create a masterpiece of sound that was his slow descend into betrayal - and soon after every inch of my deathly poz cock. I continued to suck chew and lick and slowly pull back on his hips until finally I was carrying him by his hips tongue fucking his tight hole, still so tight from lack of use, (stupid Joseph for not paying more attention to the fuckhole), leaving Ram face to face with my swinging dick while he did a handstand on the couch. Then I felt it: his warm mouth wrapped itself around the head of my dripping poz cock. He moaned as he sucked on the dirty precum, even knowing full well the danger, knowing full well that he was betraying the boy he loved. Not, of course, knowing my viral load was much higher than it would generally be after a two week lapse in meds. We 69'd for a few more minutes until I let him down and escorted him to the bed room. He jumped on all fours on the bed as I fed him my dripping cock, watching him choke until I pressed a small bottle of poppers under his nose and ordered him to sniff. I could feet the high run through his body as the warm of this mouth increased and he slobbered ever so much more. I let my hands run over his back, and slid a single finger into his wet hole. Slowly but steadily his hole opened, up, so I pressed him to take a few more hits of poppers, and sure enough his hole was then able to accommodate not one, but three fingers fucking his hole Pulling him up from his knees I embraced him and kissed him roughly. Then I rolled him on his back while biting his chest abs shoulders nipples all the while spitting on my rock hard nine incher, rubbing it on Ram's hole, murmuring "I want you so bad, Rambo." "I want you too." "I want to fuck you so good." "Fuck...." "I want to make you moan." "Yeah...." "I want to feel you cum with my dick all inside you." "Fuck, Daddy." "Fuck yeah. Daddy wants to fuck his boy." "Fuck, Daddy." "You want Daddy to fuck you, boy?" "Fuck, yeah, " he replied, his eyes locked on mine, even as he knew his next decision would be a milestone. I kissed him hard and deep, and urged him "Let Daddy fuck his boy good." "Fuck yes, Daddy." "Say it." "Fuck me, Daddy." "Say it, boy!" "FUCK ME DADDY!" I rubbed my hard precum covered cock over his hole and started to apply pressure. Ram went rigid and I bit him and licked his neck and body rubbing his back while my slimy death stick pressed in on him. He squirmed and growled and exclaimed in pain, but I continued applying pressure, and finally my cock head popped into his hole. His entire body arched and spasmed, but I held tight, sliding in inch by inch, diving ever deeper into his body. Ram looked up, his eyes and mouth wide open, staring at me, staring at the ceiling, willing me to tear into him. He tried to yell, but could only manage a high pitched grunt, and then his head would fly back and then he began shaking from side to side. Thrashing slightly until finally my balls rested on the curve of his ass, my full poz filled cock buried in him. He looked at me, pulled me close and kissed me and I returned the kiss with equal ardor. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out boy." "Yes, Daddy." "I'm gonna give you the fuck of your life," I stated as I flexed my cock inside his body, enjoying the sight of his his eyes widen and head shake Again he grunted "Fuck me, Daddy!" "This is poz dick inside you, Rambo." "Fuck!!!!" He ran his fingers over my back, striving to pull me in even deeper. I leaned close to his face and reminded him "I'm full of poz cum Rambo" "Fuck I know, I know I know." "You like me to fill you with my poz load?" "Fuck yes...fuck yes, Dadddddddyyy." "Daddy wants to fill your ass full of poz cum tonight," I again reminded him as I pushed forward and began slowly and softly pumping his hole. "Fuck Daddy." He was staring back at me looking at me and holding me. "You gonna let Daddy fill your hole up?" "Fuck me, yes, Daddy." "You gonna let Daddy fuck you full of poz cum?" At this point I began the rhythm that would lead to my orgasm. "Yes, Daddy fuck yes fuck yes fuck yessssuhhhhh." "You love poz Daddy fucking you, don't you?" "Yessssssssssssssssssss." "Say it." "I love poz Daddy fucking me." "I...Love....It...Fuck...Me...Uh....Fu...ck...Me...Fu...uh..ck...Meh.....Fu...ck. Meeeeeeeee...." I began to pile-drive his ass. It opened up quite nicely, which enabled me to fuck ever deeper, ever harder, especially as his juices (and my pre-cum) rendered his hole wetter and sloppier opening and opening to accept the full length and girth of my cock. "Joseph never fucks you this way, right?" He looked at me, suddenly remembering the man he had until now blocked. So I repeated myself, determined to drive home the message: "Joseph never fucks you like Daddy, does he?" "No." "So, you like Daddy's dick more than Joseph's dick, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy." "Say it, boy." "I love Daddy's dick more! I love your daddy dick more. Dadddddyyyyyfuck I love your dick more." "You're a cheating little cum whore, Rambo." "Yes I am "Your hole is for poz cum," I declared as I reached-over, grabbed his cell phone and positioned it right over him so I could record my raw dick sliding in and out of his hole, revealing the red and white a pink of his freshly fucked up hole as well as his writhing body and expressive face as he moaned in delight as I fucked him. Having him fully in my control, I demanded he "Say it for the camera, Rambo." "I'm a cheating whore. I love poz cock." "Joseph never fucks you like this." "Noone ever fucks me like this." "You love it, don't you, cumslut." "Yes, I fuckin' love it, Daddy!" "I'm gonna cum Rambo. I'm gonna cum in your hole." "Please, cum in me, Daddy!" I placed the camera right in front of both of us to see both our faces leaning in kissing as i shot cum string after cum string into him. He moaned and groaned as the fucking continued. I stayed rock hard holding his hands so he couldn't jack off fucking his cum filled hole. I flipped him to his back, I fucked him against the wall, I fucked him with him laying on top of me. Finally I fucked him again, this time his legs in the air. His eyes were so far in the back of his head he was nearly foaming at the mouth. For good measure I spat on him a few times, even as I withdrew my dirty cock, wiping myself on his lips and face. When we finally stopped I had blown three loads in his hole and I could fit four fingers in with virtually no resistance. He slept for a good five hours. When he woke up we briefly made out, and then he hobbled back to his car. His phone had died from the recording but we both knew Joseph would be losing his mind. He left while still trying to come up with a viable excuse to give to Joseph, but I was already working on the second phase of my effort: Joseph. God knows hes gonna need some TLC.

I learned my lesson about engaging in fantasy play with someone you don't really know. Boy did I learn it-- the hard way! Lke most slutty bottoms, I always had a rape fantasy. The details often varied but it always involved me not really seeing the guy's face ever and being "force fucked." Well, I started chatting with a Dom Top on gay.com (back in the day) and confessed this fantasy in one of our conversations. "I can make this happen," he told me. Instantly I boned up, but was also very nervous. I was still a semi-novice bottom at this point and not the full-fledged cum whore I am today. After much more conversation, he convinced me to come over that Saturday evening. I showed up at the door at the appointed time, even 'though I strongly debated chickening-out. Of course. Now I sorta wish I had, but hindsight is always 20/20. I knocked and heard him say "Come in." The motel room was dark, except for the glow of the ember on his cigarette. "You know what to do." I did know because we discussed how things would begin. I was to strip down to my underwear, and put on the hood that would be waiting on the bed. This way I wouldn't see any faces. I did as I was told and sat on the bare mattress. "Good. Now, are you sure you want to be raped tonight boy?" he asked. "I think so, sir." "I'll take the boner in your underwear as a 'yes'. Okay, so this is going to be intense so I'm giving you a "safe word" to use if you feel things are too much beyond what you can handle. The word is 'firetruck'. Got it?" "Yes sir. Firetruck." "Good boy. Now we're going to begin. Roll over on your stomach and lay on the bed." I did as I was told and waited. I heard him rummaging around in a bag and then come back to the bed. I then felt him start to fasten leather cuffs to my wrists. "Um... What's happening? I don't remember any talk about bondage," I asked. "You want a rape scene, boy. For that you need to be restrained. Feeling helpless. Otherwise it's just another fuck." His explanation sounded logical so I went with it. The next thing I knew he was clipping my wrists to restraints at either side of the top of the mattress. He similarly bound my ankles, so after about five minutes I found myself hooded and tied spread eagle on a bare motel mattress. Then he made a call. "Yeah, the stupid fucker actually showed up... Yup, he's all tied up 'n' ready for it. Oh, you're gonna like it. Sweet bubble butt to plow. Oh yeah, bring him too, but he has to go last. I don't want him wrecking that cunt too much before I get in there. Okay. See you soon." Then he hung-up. The room was silent. "Um... We didn't talk about their being others involved either," I said, feeling a bit of panic start to creep up inside. "If you're gonna get raped, might as well be gang raped" he nonchalantly remarked. More silence. My anxiety slowly built-up. All I could hear were the slow drags off of his cigarette and then the noisy exhalation of the smoke. Then he got up and went to the bathroom sink and filled a glass. He came back to the bed and put the glass to my lips. "Here, drink this. You're gonna need it." "What is it?" I asked nervously. "Just water... With a little GHB to relax you." "Firetruck! I don't want to do any drugs." "Suit yourself, but when the boys get here, you are really gonna wish you had listened to me. Besides, I'm not trying to knock you out. What would be the fun in raping you then? It's just enough so you can pretend that you had no control over taking three cocks in your ass." I thought about it a bit-- in for a penny, right? So I tipped my head back and opened my mouth. He fed me the water and I lay my head back down on the mattress. It wasn't long before I could feel the effect of the drug - I felt foggy and lethargic. It was also about that time I heard a car pull up outside. Before I knew it, all three men were in the room. I heard a couple beers crack open. They surrounded the bed and one of them smacked my ass. Hard. "HooWee! You weren't kiddin' about this boy's ass!" Who ever he was, he sounded like a redneck. "Can't wait to fuck it!" "Well, you can have first dibs, cuz you know I like sloppy seconds," said the top who had set-up everything. The third man in a very deep and sinister voice said, "I'm so gonna tear this boy up." He sounded like he might be black. "By the way," the first man said, "His safe word is 'firetruck'." and they all started laughing. Then I heard clothes start to hit the floor. The bed moved under me as I felt someone climb on. My rape scene was going to start very soon and I already felt like things were out of control, but the GHB had done the trick and I felt helpless to resist. The second guy remarked "Fuck I can't wait to bust my nut in this boy hole" and with that he spit violently on my asscrack a couple times, pushing one of his rough fingers into me, working some of the spit inside. He spat a couple more times on my crack, and I felt his cock humping my crack and getting spit slicked, and then positioned his cock head position at my hole. I still had enough of my faculties to mumble out, "Wait...what about a condom?" The cock at my hole paused, and the guy who arranged the rape scene leaned close by my ear. "Now, what kind of a rape would it be if we bothered with condoms?" "You guy's neg?" I asked, on the verge of freaking out. "Don't worry. John here is negative and needs to stay that way for his wife n kids. Now shut the fuck up!" With that John brutally shoved inside my hole. Even drugged up, it hurt. I was only getting fucked with a bit of spit for lube, and John wasn't small. My asshole was burning and he was just jack rabbiting away like a typical married guy. "Fuck yeah, this bitch is TIGHT!" John exclaimed with a hard slap on my ass. "And he ain't gonna get all knocked up like my stupid cunt wife!" "Well, I wouldn't be too sure about that," said the deep sinister voice. All the men in the room laughed at that, and John said, "Oh yeah, I forgot you tend to knock bitches up, Big John." "Firetruck," I mumbled. John kept on fucking me. I said "Firetruck" a bit louder this time and this brought a fresh round of laughter. "I think this cunt just asked for my load, huh guys?" John said. And suddenly he was grunting loudly and I knew he was cumming up my ass. He finished quickly and then pulled himself out of my hole. "Damn that was fine! Now bitch needs to clean my dick for me." I felt him switch around the bed to be beside my head. I kept my mouth closed tightly, but then was slapped hard across the face, stunning me. "You do as your told, boy!" the lead guy said. "And if you even THINK about trying to bite his cock, we will beat you so bad you will wish you'd never been born." I nodded, and with my cheek on fire I opened my mouth and accepted John's cock so I could suck him clean. While sucking, I felt another guy assume the position behind me. John pulled out of my mouth, and before the next cock assault could begin I said, "Firetruck!" From behind me, the lead guy said, "By now you must realize that that isn't gonna work." "But you said....." The leader laughed. "You stupid faggot! That was just so that you wouldn't put up much of a fight! What the fuck fun would it be to rape boy ass if the boy got to stop the scene? No, you wanted a rape fantasy. We're giving you rape reality." I remember thats when I started crying, which didn't deter the scene in the least as the second guy unceremoniously started fucking me. His cock was bigger than the first, but at least there was some slick wetness in my ass from John. He didn't fuck as harshly either. He lay his full weight on top of me while he slowly worked in and out of my ass. I could smell his cigarette breath as he grunted with each thrust. I started to beg him to just hurry up and finish but he just laughed. "Oh no, boy. I like to take my time. I want you to remember this fuck-- my weight on top of you. How my uncut cock feels sliding in and out of your hole. And how it feels when I dump my swimmers inside you." It felt like he fucked me for a long time, but eventually he said, "You ready for my load, boy? And just so you know, I ain't never been AIDS tested. But I mostly fuck stupid neg cunts like you so you probably ain't got nothin' to worry about." "Firetruck," I whispered. And with that I felt his cock throb inside me and knew his load was now mixing with John's. He lay on top of me for a couple minutes more, and then let his dick slide out of me slowly. "You're turn, Big John," he said. "Now clean my dick, cocksucker!". I did as I was told while feeling Big John get up behind me. "I'm gonna be nice to your pretty faggot ass and use some lube. Feels better for my dick anyhow." With that I could hear him slathering lube on his cock. He positioned himself at my hole and slowly worked his big cock head inside me. Initially I thought Big John might be a gentle fuck, but then he violently shoved all the way into my ass. I screamed in pain. Even with the lube and the drugs, it felt as if I was being sodomized by a baseball bat. I was gasping for breath, my guts and ass wracked with pain, but Big John didn't move an inch, he just kept me pinned to the mattress. Then I felt his lips by my ear. "I just want you to know, that while these other dudes are probably neg, I'm not," he whispered. "I popped Poz in prison a few years back. Yeah, a bitch I was seeing accused me of rape, even though she had been beggin' for this big dick - 'til I gave it to her too hard. Cunt had me thrown in the pen. Guess I tore up the wrong holes while inside. So now that I'm out, and already done the time, I figure I should actually do the crime." I started full-on bawling at this point, because I knew there was no way to stop what was about to happen. Big John started raping my hole, and I have never prayed so hard for unconsciousness in my life. He fucked hard an with his entire cock-- pulling all the way out and shoving all the way back in. And he was so massive that each thrust felt like he was punching through my intestines with a broom handle. My tears were soaking the mattress as snot ran out my nose and down my face, but he just kept fucking while John #1 shouted encouragement. I honestly have no idea how long it lasted, and after awhile I actually just became sort of numb to it and it was like I wasn't even in my body any more. Finally Big John said, "Aww shit, I'm gettin close!" and John #1 said, "Fuck yeah! Breed this stupid faggot's ass!" "Yeah faggot! Take my toxic DNA!" With that Big John blew his Poz fuck juice into my guts, mixing his load with the other two in me. I doubt he ever heard me say "firetruck." "So fuckin hot! I'm gonna shoot another load on this cunt just watching" said John, whereupon I felt warm jets of spunk hit my face and neck. Big John stayed inside me for a long time. Then he announced, "I gotta piss. Think I'm gonna use this faggot ass as my piss bucket." With that he proceeded to release a strong stream urine up my guts. I was completely numb when he finally got done defiling me and pulled out. I vaguely remember being fed another glass of water-- which was evidently again drugged. Within minutes I blissfully lost consciousness. When I awoke, it was nearly dawn. I was alone in the room, restraints and hood gone, naked on a bare, now piss/jizz/blood stained motel mattress with a splitting headache and a raw asshole. All my stuff was exactly where I had left it. I dressed and gingerly made my way to my car and back home. I looked online for my rapist, but his profile had already been deleted. I cried some more- mostly over my stupidity. I asked to be raped, and got exactly what I asked for - and it definitely wasn't fantasy material. And then all I could do was wait to see if I ended-up 'pregnant'.

Mutual satisfaction in the normal aspects of fucking is important. You not getting off brings to mind a question... Do you enjoy being fucked? Does it feel good at all? Or do you do it just to make the other man happy? samshadowxxx said it.. I agree. If you need to jack, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. I rarely come without jacking myself while getting fucked. If you enjoy getting fucked, then jack the fuck out of your dick.

Previously… Pedro had just taken a toke of a joint he’d lit up, and while maintaining a steady fucking rhythm on Kieran, added, “yeah chico, most guys in a sex party don’t like to meet the guy at the door who looks like he could go out and buy a paper. It can kill the buzz”. I beamed at this. Little known to me, I’d been doing the “bedroom lads” a favour by prepping the new lads as they came in. Pedro took a second toke and passed the joint down to Kieran. He took a drag and shotgunned it to me. Pedro looked over at Mac and continued “…but now that the party’s complete, maybe it’s time to break out the K?” Right so… Mac nodded at Pedro and started looking around for the drugs tray. Finn and Pedro were the ones who’d been shown how to divvy up the lines, so we all took a bit of a break while the lads sorted out the tray. Andrew and Kieran went to cleanse again – the others had literally fucked the shit out of them. I was pretty impressed with Andrew’s first time fucking skills. I must get him coked up more often. JP and I had just finished changing the bed sheets (the old ones were almost hard as a rock by now with all the dried lube and sweat) when we saw Richard come in with two shot-glasses with half an eye-dropper of G in each of them and a half-full tetra-pak of orange juice. I knew what that meant. We were out of Irn Bru and all other sweet fizzy drinks. Fuck! In sex parties you can run out of lube, as I mentioned before, and things can grind (or chafe!) to a halt. However in drug fuelled parties, if you run out of sugary drinks it can also put a huge dampener on things. With ecstasy - you need to keep your electrolytes up cause you sweat so much, and with G you need to have something sweet to mask the brutal taste of it. I was hoping Richard wouldn’t mention a shop-run. Some shops would be open on a Sunday morning but I didn’t want to go through the “horrors” of a shop-run. I’d be super paranoid that everyone could tell that I’m high, ugh, no fuckin way. I could imagine it now. The check-out girl in the Tesco giving you serious side-eye as you stock up on lube and fizzy drinks. Some old dear behind you in the queue burning her disapproving glare into your back! Some breeder’s kid pointing at the bottles of lube and saying “what’s that daddy?”. Nah – fuck that. Done enough of them in my time. Richard laughed at me when he saw the dawning look of horror on my face. “Don’t worry Stuart, we’ve got it covered. Don will be heading back this way before we need to top up again and he says he’ll bring supplies. He may have a couple who’ll want to play with us too.” This was mixed news to me. While I loved novelty, and a new couple meant two new asses to fuck and/or dicks to be fucked by, I was also wary of Don, cause he fucked me so roughly last time. As I was thinking about this and knocking back my G and orange juice, the other lads filed back in. Kieran and Andrew were still a bit damp from the shower and were messing about with each-other. Finn, Pedro and Mac came in with the drugs tray and Pedro got everyone’s attention. “Right lads, so what we have here is enough K for everyone – roughly two lines of the stuff which should give you a solid trip in about 5 to 10 minutes. Now remember it’s gonna make you feel very trippy so if you’re not up for it, feel free to give it a miss – more for us then” He looked around at each of us. I knew by looking at them that JP, Andrew and Kieran were all a little wary, but noone spoke up. Pedro handed around the tray with newly chopped straws. I was curious about the straws – why we always needed new ones, but Richard told me later that seemingly there is a small risk of blood transmission if everyone snorts using the same tube – news to me! Looking back I never copped at the time how bizarre it was that Pedro would be so careful about drug tubes, and still only want to fuck bareback. Anyways, by the time the tray was passed to me there were only two lines left. I snorted up mine – got a little bit of a strange numb metallic taste off of it. After snorting the K, I surveyed the scene. JP and Mac were at the back of the bed again, this time sitting up against the wall and jacking eachother. Kieran and Andrew were bent over the right side of the bed away from the window – they’d asked Finn and Richard to check their arses to make sure they were clean. Kieran had obviously liked my chat-up line from earlier. I couldn’t see the lads (Richard and Finn) from this angle, but looking at the faces of the two of them, I presumed Richard was behind Andrew from his facial expressions of shock and bliss. He was nearer to me and easier to check behind him… I leaned over. Yep, there was Richard doing his Mr Miyagi thing. I turned around to Pedro who was also in survey mode, figuring out who he’d join. When I’m high on E in a sex party I tend to want to try everyone at least once. I’ve other friends who just want to be with one guy, and secrete themselves somewhere off in a distant bedroom. I never really got that type – why would they bother going to a sex party in the first place and not simply go for a website hook-up then? Friends tell me it’s about finding a guy with the right chemistry, but for me, when I’m high on E – I just want a whole mess of guys – the more the better. Get that dick in me! And that one! And that one there! And where d’you think you’re going? – Join the queue! I looked over at Pedro. “C’mere papi” I said, grinning like a twat. I sat on the bed and he walked in between my outstretched legs, his cock bobbing at head level. I took the invite and swallowed as much of him as I could. Looking up at Pedro while blowing him was hot, he was tweaking his nipples and gurning his lips. Pedro had a very active mouth when high – he probably ground his teeth too – but the biggest thing I remember is the way he’d make ridiculous faces while under the influence of any uppers – E, Coke, Mephedrone, all of em. For me it’s always hot to see this fucked up drugs-face – smacking your lips, rolling your eyes, running your tongue along the front of your teeth over and over again. I see a guy like that and all I think is – fuck – I want some of what he’s having! I think that and I also think, how do I get this guy alone!? I remember calling out to a guy’s place in Byron Bay in Australia. I chatting to him online from the hostel I was in (again before smart phones and grindr). The guy (early 50s, killer beach bum bod, mohawk, lots of piercings, sleazy as fuck, just the way I like em) was really into lycra and wanted me to model some wrestling singlets and speedos for him, cause he saw I was hung on my Gaydar profile. When I went there, the lad was flying high as a kite – lip-smacking, rubbing his nose, bugging his eyes out and forgetting the thread of our chat every five seconds or so. As I copped it, I could see his paranoia rising or as I like to call it “the Fear” as he knew I knew he was high. I just looked at him and smiled and said “just point me to where your speedos are that you want me to wear, and while I’m trying them on, maybe you could roll up some more of whatever you’ve been smoking and share it?” He laughed at that and we went on to have a very hot session with eachother on weed and coke (and also tag-teamed another fuckbud of his that he had “doublebooked” later that night – man that was fuckin hot – but I digress). Pedro pushed me off his cock back onto the bed and got up beside me. We were lying facing each-other on the left lower quarter near the chair. He ran his hand sensually down my shoulder, along my flank, making a slow throaty purr as he ran his fingers down, fingertips just skating over my skin, ever so slowly over my stomach and down to my cock. “Fucking hell chico, I love this milky white skin of yours” I’d leaned in to kiss the rose-tattoo on his pec and looked back up at his face. He was chewing on his lower lip and looking over the guys fucking on the bed (Richard and Finn were now starting to fuck Andrew and Kieran respectively). I looked down to his throbbing wet dick. “You wanna fuck too?” I asked him. He looked back to me and chuckled, “yeah chico that’d be nice”. He was slurring his words into a drawl at this stage. I wasn’t quite sure how many drugs I or Pedro had taken up until now, but our high was getting a little odd – mostly euphoric and delicious and wonderful, but also a little disconnected. I shook it off and positioned myself doggy-style on the bed. Pedro handed me some poppers and knelt behind me and started to slip his cock in. At this stage of the night there was very little resistance, I just breathed in the poppers and then as the surge of want washed over me, I signalled to Pedro to shove the rest in. I sighed in relief as I once again felt whole – there was a cock up my ass – everything was right with the world. Pedro was thrusting into me with an odd on-again-off-again rhythm. He leaned down over my shoulder. “How’s that feel chico?” “Ah yeah, that’s the stuff Pedro… but steadier eh?” and I ground my open hole back onto him, his cock bottoming out in me, “I need you in me, fast and deep, more regular” With that he pulled out, bending his rock-hard 9 inches at my hole and waited. “What the fuck Pedro? Get it in there!” I put my hands behind me and pulled my cheeks apart. Nothing. I winked my hole at him, “C’mon Pedro, what you waiting for?” He smirked and said “Beg for it, you bossy fuck!” “What?” “I wanna hear you beg me chico! I’m the one in charge here” “Really? Um..” I was feeling pretty dizzy at this stage and normally would have been into the roleplay but I was just feeling a bit out of sync with Pedro – like I wasn’t getting into his rhythm. “…ok, fine” I said cockily with a smirk of my own, “I’ll take my hole where it’s appreciated!” The look on Pedro’s face was priceless as I picked myself up and on my knees, scooted up to the two lads up top – Mac and JP. Mac at this point was sitting facing me being blown by JP. Meanwhile JP himself was being blown by Kieran. I looked at Mac’s rock-hard monster of a bottle cock – and touched JP on the shoulder. He looked up at me as I guided his face up off of Mac. I asked “can I take over for a bit”. JP smiled and cupped my jaw to kiss me. Moving up over Mac’s legs, positioning his cock under my hole, I stopped kissing JP and turned to Mac and asked, “is this seat taken” and then sat down on his holewrecker of a cock. Now I’d love to say I slid down in one slick smooth motion, but honesty where it’s due – it took three hits of poppers before I got that monster two thirds into me. Mac was delighted I finally felt brave enough and JP was egging me on and holding the poppers for me and even feeding them to me – pressing one nostril closed at a time for me to sniff them, while I used both my hands to balance my squatting position on the bed. Even Pedro forgot our play-tiff and came up behind me and helped hold Mac’s cock steady for me. Air’s “Sexy Boy” was playing in the background as I stuffed him into me in stages, and fuck it if the cocktail of drugs wasn’t making me feel just that – sexy as fuck and surrounded by hot lads. To start with I got his head to shove in easily enough through my asslips, and it didn’t take too long for my ass to get used to it. I passed JP the poppers cause my hands were pretty lubey and it was getting hard to open them. JP, mindreader that he was, took them and without direction fed ’em to me twice at each nostril – yer a star JP! Mac’s cock felt enormous, my sphincter felt like a taut elastic band around him as I got down to two thirds. Aussies have a great word for fucking – “to root” and right now I felt like Mac had put a fuckin tree-root in me – this huge heavy unyielding mass filling me up. I could feel Pedro’s breath behind my shoulder as he came up to rub my ass cheeks and hold Mac’s cock in place, although the caverject made sure there was no hope of it buckling. I looked to him as he started to tentatively get some movement going. I nodded and he began a slow pace. I was sitting on him and started to syncopate it – I think that’s the right word – as in, to match his pace with an equal but opposite rhythm and by doing so double the distance he went out and in again. I still kept it to two thirds deep – y’know – a normal cock’s depth. A little time into this and I started finding it tough to keep the timing right. I remember leaning over to Kieran, who’d been snogging JP while being powerfucked by Finn and leaning over to tease JP and him into a threeway snog. However as I did that I pulled out a little two much and fell onto my right knee and was rewarded by a gutpunch of a fuck by Mac as he finally pushed that last third into me. Though here’s the odd part, it didn’t hurt as I thought it would. In fact it really didn’t hurt at all. I was delighted with this and pulled back from the lads and experimentally got back into my squat to try a few proper thrusts. Bingo! My body was fully on board with the fucking! And man was I on board. I started to fuckin bounce up and down on Mac’s joystick and rode him for all I was worth. His dick was like a drug of its own – my nerves were squealing with pleasure as he stretched me out with each plunge. His dick was wider toward the base – maybe 8 inches circumference – I’m not that savvy on girth measurements – but it was thick as fuck. Normally I don’t like carrot dicks (as I call wide-based cocks) cause they’re always stretching you and your hole never gets fully used to them, but I was loving Mac’s treeroot of cock. I remember a few seconds later JP getting rimmed by Pedro while Kieran and I licked the sweat off of eachother’s faces like dogs, I stopped feeling – how would I put this? Intact? The K was kicking in and I was starting to fully disconnect.

Part VIII My coworker was lost in lust in a big hurry. I could only step back and stare and wonder what I should do. He already had one poz load in his ass and was well on the way to another one. He seemed surprised at first but then really looked to be into getting his hole used good now. I was conflicted on whether I should step in and stop it or not. Totally confused as how could I stop it after I had taken so many loads myself just a short time before. My new bud came up just then. He took one look and said it looked like my friend was enjoying himself. I asked if he thought I should stop them or not. He told me I probably shouldn't. My friend was an adult and could make his own decisions. I was shocked somewhat and told him but why would he keep going knowing he was probably going to get HIV. My bud told me it was hard to explain and especially to someone like me that was 'straight'. He kind of emphasized that remark with a little snicker. I blushed at that one. I guessed that at least some of my straight was gone now and my no longer virgin ass was still oozing cum out of it a little. My bud told me he was ready to take me to the hospital if I still wanted to go and get some PEP. I told him we might as well as by now the second guy was done with my friend and a third was stepping up and entering him. I figured he was going to be busy for a while now. We exited the center of the encampment and as we were heading to my bud's car, my other friends all showed up. They yelled and we started talking and they were wanting to know where the hell I had disappeared to. I just told them I had twisted an ankle and my bud here had helped me out by giving me a place to crash for a bit to see if it would help it. I told them we were on the way to the hospital to get it looked at. A little white lie but not sure they would have believed what I really had been up to and going for. I told them about our other friend and that he was over there in the center of the tables and playing around. Didn't want to say anything about getting pozzed with new bud standing there as I thought it might embarrass him. They told me they would all grab something more to drink and hand around until I got back to see how I was doing. My new bud and I took off then. On the way to the hospital my bud started to tell me why he thought my friend was ok with getting fucked by poz loads once he got one. He tried to tell me that many gay men may not want pozzed but once they got it, they found out how much hotter the sex was and no more worry about catching it. He went on to say he found his sex drive since getting it was way higher than it had been and he loved pozzing others and seeing the look on their faces when they were getting their holes filled with his poz babies. The look of total fulfillment and joy. Complete freedom to fuck anyone from then on and not worry about getting it made for more uninhibited sex and hot hot times. He went on to tell me about a few of his conquests. He was really enjoying telling me in detail what he did with them. At one point he was so excited he reached over and grabbed my leg for emphasis before he realized he had done so. My own cock was not staying down like I thought it would but had come up hard as hell again from his stories, so when he grabbed, he kind of got way high on my leg and the back of his hand bumped my hard and I let out a bit of a moan. We were just coming to a stop sign then and he looked over at me and smiled. He told me it looked like I was enjoying his stories and laughed. I kind of laughed too a little sheepishly. I told him they were quite erotic for sure. He asked if I was sure I wanted to go get that PEP after all with that raging hardon I had. He really laughed then and then asked if I wanted to stop somewhere and take another load from him as he was still really horny and it sure wouldn't hurt me anymore from the loads I had already taken. I told him I was probably just going back to my straight ways. He laughed and said with my hardon, he didn't think I would stay away long and laughed again and reached over before I knew what he was doing and gave my cock and squeeze through my shorts. I couldn't help it but moaned and without realizing it I thrust up as he did it and he stroked my cock about 5 times before letting go of it. I didn't realize I was that close to cumming but almost blew my load from that. I looked over at him panting from that and he was grinning like crazy. He told me we had better find a spot and pull over one more time anyway. I could only nod my head and wonder what the hell I was thinking. He found a parking lot at a minimall that had some cars in it but pulled to the farthest part of it away from almost all of the cars. As he shut off his vehicle I was trying to find a way to tell him I didn't think this was a good idea but before I could he had leaned over and pulled me close and planted his lips on mine and one of his hands grabbed my cock again and started to stroke it slow and easy. I could only lean back and enjoy the feeling. He kissed me deeply and lingered and then stopped with my cock and slowly eased my shirt up and then stopped his kiss long enough to slip it off of me. He then kissed me again and was using his fingers to rub and pinch my nipples. I had not thought they would have anything to do with my feelings but man was I wrong. The tweeking of them went straight to my cock and made it tingle even more. After a few minutes of this his hand went down and into my shorts and was pushing them and my jock down and I raised up and he eased them down my legs and I raised my legs up and he pulled them off. He continued to kiss me and his hand went back to my cock slowly caressing it. He then kind of scooted around a little and broke off the kiss and told me we should get in the back. I climbed over the seat first and then him and I was surprised to see that he had taken off all of his clothes already too. He started to kiss me again and as he did he laid me back on the seat and got between my legs. He then lifted them up onto his shoulders and I felt his huge hard cock at my hole and pushing to get in. He gently pushed in and pulled back a few times and then my ass gave way and he started to sink in me. Before I knew it I had taken a deep breath and let out a huge moan of pleasure and raised my ass up to meet his thrust as his entire cock sank in to the base and I could feel his balls on my ass cheeks. He held it there for a bit and leaned back a little and asked me what I was thinking. I told him all I could think about was his cock pounding away at my hole and I wanted it now. He smiled and told me that it looked like I might not want to go to the hospital after this and before I could answer he started to pound his cock in and out of me. I couldn't answer at all now as his lips closed on mine again and he really began to pound and grind his cock into me. I kissed back and our tongues were wrestling with each other and I was making all kinds of little noises of pleasure. My cock felt like it was on fire and driving crazy with lust for more of his cock in me as deep as he could drive it. He fucked me for a good half hour like that with no let up at all. We were both sweating and heaving and breathing hard. It felt like eternity. I never wanted it to stop and am sure he didn't either. I could feel his cock growing and throbbing in me more and more and then he looked me deep in the eye and basically growled here it comes. He drilled my really hard a couple more strokes and then it felt like he was trying to drive his cock clear through me and I could feel it pulsate in my hole and I knew he was blowing another huge load of poz cum in my ass as deep as he could. My own cock, right on cue, erupted again and sprayed us both with my huge load too. He continued to grind his hips against me for a while as we both were coming down after cumming so hard together and then like before he leaned back and licked up my cum and fed it to me in another kiss as we laid there with his cock still buried in me for another good 10 minutes.

My boyfriend and I scored an invite to this huge New Year’s Eve bash thrown by a gay couple in their late-forties/early-fifties. They had lots of money and used it to get beautiful, athletic college men to come over and get unbelievably drunk and high—guests at these parties are almost always in a fraternity and/or play a varsity sport. We thought we might get invited at some point—he’s in a fraternity and I made varsity swim team my first year—but guys typically did not start getting invited until their junior or senior year. So we were quite surprised when one of his fraternity brothers handed us both invites; we were just as surprised to learn that he was going with his roommate. They were both seniors and unbelievably hot. He was an all-american jock-type—captain of the lacrosse team, honor roll, that type; his roommate was on the wrestling team and had that perfect ass wrestlers get, which he loved to show off at any opportunity. “Congrats, boys. Now you get to play with the men—though I wonder if it might be the other way around.” He grabbed my ass as he said the last part, and gave me a wink as he walked away. The night of the party, we rode in the lacrosse stud’s SUV through the foothills outside Boulder. When we finally reached the house, it did not disappoint. It was this amazing glass structure with views of the front range from almost every room. And the party was unbelievable. Several hundred of the most beautiful college-aged men I’d ever seen were wandering through the house in various states of undress. We were offered drinks—and pills and lines—as soon as we walked in the door. I’ve always been a bit wary of any drug other than alcohol, so I was only drinking. But my bf and his frat brothers were happy to take anything that sounded fun. We lost his frat brothers for a while but eventually found them kissing by the pool wearing nothing but speedos. At first they were just casually making out but it quickly became very intense—and hot—with the roommate blowing the lacrosse team captain for a good fifteen minutes before stopping to say, “Take me home and fuck me, baby.” “How can I deny such a fucking stud?” the lacrosse captain said as he pushed his roommate—though it was probably more accurate to say his boyfriend or at least live-in fuck buddy—back down on his hard cock. He asked if were ready to leave, but it was only half past midnight and we wanted to stay bit longer. “I totally understand guys; let me find the hosts so we can figure this out.” He pulled out of his bud’s mouth and tried to stuff his very big dick into what was now a too small pair of speedos. He was back pretty quickly with the older of the hosts—a muscle-daddy type in his early fifties with dark hair just starting to turn gray and piercing blue eyes. “So you two don’t want to leave? I don’t blame you. I’m not sure anyone else is heading in your direction, but there’s an extra bedroom you can use.” As soon as we agreed to stay in the spare room, the two studs left to go back to the frat. “Apparently, they really wanted to fuck.” I said to the host. To which he responded, “Do you blame them?” which made us both laugh. Something my bf had taken was clearly kicking in—he was having trouble focusing and sweat was just pouring out of him. “Let’s find that room for you—I think he’s going to need somewhere to pass out before too long.” The host and I made small talk as we wandered through the party—he was incredibly charming and a bit flirtatious. He kept dropping hints that he would be happy to fill in for my boyfriend tonight since by this point we had to prop him up. The bedroom that he thought we could use already had guests in it—about a dozen guys watching as three boys were being fucked side by side at the end of the bed. When one of the tops shot their load another guy in the room would immediately take his place. “Looks like this room won’t work, but I can’t say that I’m sorry. This is one of the hottest scenes we’ve had at these parties—it would be wrong to stop it.” We stood in the doorway for a minute or so watching. The host was transfixed by the boy getting fucked in the center, who looked very young—almost too young. And he was getting fucked harder than the other two boys by a bigger dick—all the while begging for more. “How can he be asking for more and harder?” I asked quite incredulously. The host turned from the doorway stating simply, “Because he’s unfathomably high on t and g right now.” “That was our only unoccupied guest bedroom. We could see if anyone was willing to drive you down to Boulder, though I don’t think anyone that is still here would be sober enough to drive for some time. It might be possible to call a cab, but probably not on New Year’s Eve. Hmm… Well, we do have a couple of twin beds in our master bedroom that are not being used at the moment, though you may find it strange to sleep in them.” I must have had a very confused look on my face because he quickly explained they were for their two houseboys to store their clothing and supplies as well as to use as a place to sleep when for whatever reason they did not sleep in the big bed with the two of them. The host led us to a very nondescript door that turned out to be an elevator that would only activate with a 10 digit code. When the elevator doors opened we stepped into a very large, open space that almost had a warehouse feel to it. Except that instead of concrete walls it was all glass—somehow making it feel like the space was floating and that we were completely exposed to the world around us. The only actual walls on the entire floor were in the center near where the elevator opened up. As we walked around the space, it became clear that it had been designed for them as a space to live and work while also serving as one big sex playroom. We stopped by a fully stocked bar so he could get us drinks—but the whole area around the bar looked and felt like a sleazy leather bar. There was an area with slings and another with a couch facing a huge tv screen. Their bed was along one of the walls and was enormous—you could have easily fit six people in it. Somehow on each side of the elaborate bed frame there was a semi-private alcove with a twin mattress and shelves filled with clothing and supplies for fucking and playing—lubes, gear, underwear, clothing, dildos, and many things that I could not even imagine how one would be able to use during sex. “Ah, I told you it might be strange. Some of the more unusual toys and gears are on the other side, so let’s take your boyfriend there to sleep off whatever he took. And my husband loves frat boys so a naked one passed out in his bed is a nice way to start off the year.” He gave me a quick wink and threw my boyfriend over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, which kind of turned me on. I followed him to the other side where the shelves were covered in leather and rubber gear, ropes and other restraints, and a bunch of other very specific looking equipment. “A lot of this is for piss play,” the host mentioned with an odd smile as he quickly stripped everything off my boyfriend and laid him ass up on the small bed in the space. “Very hot ass—you have excellent taste, boy.” I was a bit startled—but also turned on—when he called me “boy,” but I didn’t have much time to think about it before he was leading me back to other side of the bed. I was starting to feel really tired and had to fight to keep my eyes open. “I think I’m ready to get some sleep, if that’s okay.” I said before drifting off. When I woke up a few hours later, it was to the feeling of being fucked slowly and deeply by a very thick cock—stretching my hole to its limits. I had no idea who was fucking me and didn’t really remember where I was, so I started to look around a bit to see if I recognized anything. “Ah, my hot little boy is finally awake. Daddy’s been waiting for you—I think I gave you a bit too much g. You’ve been out for a few hours, but I couldn’t resist your ass.” It all came rushing back to me—the New Year’s Party at the two older guys house. Somehow I ended up in bed with one of them—but where was my boyfriend? I realized I could see everything because of mirrors on the ceiling and in the headboard, so I finally saw that it was the same muscle daddy from earlier who was fucking me now. I could see his partner having some fun on the other side of the bed, but wasn’t able to really concentrate on him or anything else because my ass was suddenly being pounded much harder and faster. It was starting to be too much when he went back to his long, slow strokes and whispered in my ear, “You have an amazing ass, boy—one that daddy needs to spend some time getting to know. I loved sliding inside you while you were passed out. I can’t wait to do it again and again and again.” He started to really pound me as he talked about knocking me out and fucking me over and over, causing me to start moaning and panting. And then he stopped just as abruptly as he started and pulled completely out of me. “I think it’s time we got you really fucked up, boy…”

I sat sipping whisky, my ass sore, and with a deep feeling of sick satisfaction while a fine load of AIDS cum seeped out of my ass into my shorts. The guy that made the deposit sat across the bar sipping his drink, a smug look on his face. It's not every day an AIDS troll gets to pass his disease to a neg bottom. The geolocator on BBRT showed a top in the area that looked hot, a possible source of dirty, sick, deadly sex. The guy looked to be fucking hot, dirty, sick, literally. He called himself AIDSgftr. He was in his fifties, had been poz for twenty plus years, never on meds, and was highly infectious. I wanted his evil load. His pics clearly showed his sickness, wasted face and body, swollen belly, a few Kaposi's spots, but his cock was magnificent: long, hard, thick, uncut and drooling, a large PA that was sure to rip my ass open. I'd been a bugchaser for years, had taken several poz loads but none had taken, I was still neg. The sick thrill I got when some faggot pumped high VL HIV positive cum pumped into my guts had worn off quite a lot as the loads never had taken. It seemed I couldn't get infected. But as I knew that full blown guys had very high viral loads, soaring to astronomical as they neared death, taking a highly infectious AIDS load from a disease-riddled troll like AIDSgftr would be the ultimate in death bound bugchasing. I tracked him to a sleazy dive in a deserted block, all vacant lots or boarded up rattraps. The place was a magnificent example of a bottom feeder's dream, Not that old for the area, maybe from the fifties, cheaply built to start and gone downhill for 60 years. There were a half dozen old derelicts sitting at the bar. I took a seat and got a shot of bourbon. Now the AIDSgftr was very near me. BBRT showed him within 30 feet. An email popped. It had a couple of pics attached. "I'd love to fuck your neg ass and infect you with HIV, give you my AIDS. I'm full blown AIDS, and if I fuck you, I'll infect you. You know you want it. I will infect you with HIV. I will give you my AIDS." One of the pics showed him grinning toothlessly into camera while he fucked a bent over bottom. The caption above his head said, 'This can be you, tonight!' Another pic showed him fucking a really wasted, obviously diseased bottom. His grin was broader, evil, the caption chilled and excited me 'He died of my AIDS last week. You're next!' I looked over at the diseased fuck, he grinned at me, toothless mouth gaping exactly like the pic. If he could get it up long enough to ejaculate in my ass and fill my guts with billions of deadly AIDS bugs, I would get the disease I'd been seeking. He jerked his head towards the back of the bar as an email pinged on my phone, then got up and walked that way. "Bathroom, now. It's your turn to get bugged." My legs were shaky as I walked back to the bathroom, every man in the place looking at me. I wondered if they all knew I was a queer who was about to take another queer's load. That was scary. And hot. I was going to return to the bar with a load of AIDS cum in my guts. He was leaning against the sink, coat and pants open at the front, a large belly sticking out above his drooling cock. Figuring he needed help to get his diseased dick hard, I dropped to my knees and got to work. His cock was large, half hard, foreskin lapped over a large PA. I sucked eagerly as I pulled him to me, hands on his withered ass. He was soon fully erect, more than a mouthful of long, thick dick oozing lots of precum, mmm, AIDS precum, yum! A hand grabbed my hair and pulled, that was all the hint I needed. My eyes had adjusted to the light and as I rose I could see his legs, also withered and spotted with Kaposi's. The gaunt body, the belly and the spots made me queasy. I'd never seen a man as obviously diseased, but, he was plenty strong enough to push me around and his cock was big, hard and dripping. He pushed me up against the sink, grabbed my hips and humped. I bleated as the PA ripped into my hole and he pushed eight inches of meat into my ass and then started fucking hard, dropping me into bottom bitch heaven. This was the hottest sex I'd had in months! I grunted as he fucked me hard, ramming his cock into me. His hands left my hips and circled my chest, I looked at his arms and saw Kaposi's lesions, I was finally getting fucked by a guy with full blown AIDS! My dick had been hard, now it throbbed and almost shot. I had an AIDS cock fucking me! He'd ripped me when he shoved in, I felt the burn as my asshole tore. Now he was tearing me more, making me bleed, giving his bugs a clear shot at my bloodstream. I moaned and sobbed as he tore open my ass. This was the best sex I had ever had, and he was going to infect me! In fact, he probably already had. He was breathing hard, almost panting, ramming me urgently, starting to grunt softly. Fuck yeah. I knew I was about to get a gut full of AIDS cum! "Yeah bitch, fuck yeah, gonna give it to you, gonna give you my AIDS. You're gonna die from my AIDS. I'm gonna give you my AIDS, right fucking now!" I squealed and my dick squirted as he rammed in and held it still. I felt his cock swell and twitch, my ass went warm as a flood of his infected cum filled my ass. I had just taken my first load of AIDS cum! He lay on me for a few seconds, then his cock softened and slipped out. His AIDS cum ran down my leg. He pushed off me and slapped my ass. "You're a good piece of ass, bitch. We'll do this again."

When I was 22 and was in a committed relationship with a guy named Travis. We had been together a little over a year and at first it had been awesome: we'd fuck all the time and he'd pound my hole constantly, but after a while I was sad to admit I was bored having the same old sex with the same guy over and over again. I would constantly check-out hot guys I saw everywhere and would flirt non-stop at parties. Then I would fantasize about guys on whom I had crushes whenever Travis would fuck me. After a while, 'though, that stopped being enough. One day, I was desperate to get fucked by a new cock so I went to the local bathhouse hoping to find some action. I undressed, threw my stuff in a locker, and then started to wander with my towel around my waist. It wasn't long before I had several guys interested in me. I went up to the hottest one, a tall and toned white guy with dirty blonde hair, and started making out with him. I was in heaven. Eventually I pulled off his towel, revealing a nice thick eight-inch uncut cock that was rock hard. I immediately dropped to my knees and started blowing him. He was very aggressive and shoved his cock all the way into the back of my throat causing me to gag a little bit, but I loved every second of it. He then stopped fucking my face, pulled me up and pushed me against the wall and started grinding his cock in between my ass cheeks, asking me if I wanted his cock in my hole. I moaned and begged him to fuck me. Nothing else in the world mattered at that moment to me except that his thick cock fucked my hole. He spat on his hand, lubed-up his cock, and then slowly pushed it into my hole. I moaned and he started to go faster until he was furiously pounding away. This continued for about five minutes and then he pulled out, pushed me down on my knees, shoved his cock back in my mouth, and shot every drop of his cum down my throat. It was the most exhilarating fuck I had ever had, and knowing I had just cheated on Travis made it all the sweeter. Little did I know at the time that a friend of Travis' who frequented the bathhouses was there and recognized me as I was getting fucked bareback by the stud. Moreover, Travis' friend reported everything back to Travis, and Travis, to his credit, never let on to me that he knew for the next few days that he knew of my indiscretion - instead he plotted his revenge. Travis kept very quiet about it and kept to our normal routine, then a couple of days later I received a message on grindr and flirted with me hardcore. We exchanged dirty pics and messages back and forth for a while and eventually he convinced me to come meet him at his place for some fun. What he didn't tell me is that he was poz and a friend of Travis'. I showed up at his place and as soon as I walked in the door he grabbed me and started making out with me. He was incredibly hot: he was tall, with ginger-colored short-hair, a perfectly defined body and answered the door wearing nothing but some tight briefs which did very little to hide his very large cock. He pushed me up against the wall as he kissed me, pulled off my shirt and shorts leaving me in my underwear. I couldn't contain my self so I immediately dropped to my knees, whipped-out his cock, (which even though not fully hard, was a good eight inches), took it into my mouth and blew him. As his cock rose to its full hardness, I pull it out of my mouth, marveled at it and inquired "How big is that thing?" "Ten inches. Think you can take it all?" Without saying another word I immediately dove back down on it and sucked for all I was worth. I tried to get the whole thing in, but I can't manage it and gagged after about three-quarters was down my throat. "Nice try. Wanna see if your ass can handle it any better?" He asked. "Hell yeah." He led me into the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed on my back. "You don't mind taking it bareback, right?" he asked. "No, not as long as your negative. I have a boyfriend - I don't want to pass anything on to him" I replied. He chuckled saying "I'm neg, yeah. But you don't mind cheating on your boyfriend?" "For a cock like yours? Not at all" I answered as I pulled him down on top of me. With that he positioned himself in between my legs and furiously resumed making-out with me. He slid his cock up and down against my hole, teasing me. I keep trying to position myself so his cock head would catch in my hole. I was essentially begging him to fuck me. Finally he lubed-up himself and my ass, and then pressed his cock head against my hole. "You ready?" he asked, but without waiting for any answer he slammed the whole thing into me to the hilt. I cried-out in pain asking him to pull-out. "Nuh uh. You said you could handle it, so take this cock like the little bitch you are." And with that he commenced fucking me, sliding his big cock in and out of my hole. I continued to wince at the pain, but eventually I adjusted and start writhing in ecstasy begging him to fuck me - harder. He obliged my request and started to slam-fuck my hole, pulling almost all the way out and slamming all the way back in with each thrust. After a minute he mentioned that it looked he had torn me up a bit because a little bit of blood is coming out on his cock. He made the remark with a sly smile that I didn't understand, but in reality I didn't really care: his cock felt so good. The fucking intensified and he panted "You know how I said I was negative before?" "Yeah" I grunted. "I lied. Now take my POZ cum like the cheating little whore you are!" he yelled as he shot his load deep into my hole. He had me pinned underneath himself so I can't get out and he left his cock buried in me for a minute, presumably to make sure the load was absorbed. Finally, he pulled out, tossed my clothing at me and said "Maybe next time you'll think twice before cheating on one of my friends, you little cocksucker. Now get the fuck out of my house."

Most of this story is true some of the details may have been changed as it has been a long time since this happen. This took place in my last year of high school. I was around 17 at the time, but had been crusing the beats for a couple of years before this took place. A couple of day before we fucked I had meet this travling sales man at a local beat. He was about 5"6 slim bluid, a nice amount of hair over his toned body and a 6' cut cock. I sucked him for a little bit before one of the older local interrupted us and we left the beat. I followed him to his car where he invited me to come back to his hotel. I refused being young, scared and having never done that before. He told me that he would like to finish what we had started and he would be finished early in a couple of days. I told him if he was here in a couple of days I would go back to his hotel room with him and we could finish what we had started. I was back there in a couple of days but there was only a few regulars there. As I was about to leave he turned up again and offered to take me to his hotel. I accepted and we headed back to the hotel. I was so nervous but he was such a nice guy that I soon relaxed while we chatted on the way back to where he was staying. As we parked in the hotel carpark I noticed the wedding band on his hand. I didn't think much of it coming from a smalll town I had sucked and fucked many of the local married men so this was just another fuck for me. We got into his room and we weren't even though the door before he was kissing me. We stripped each other off and end up on the bed I slowly went down and started sucking his rock hard 6 inch cut cock. Slowly I slid my mouth over his head and down his shaft sucking his cock while he enjoyed the plesure of my mouth. He then grab me flipped me onto my back and started on sucking my 7 inch uncut cock. After a short time he grab me knees and forced my hole to his face and was rimming my hole. He was in heaven as he stuck his tongue deep in my virgan ass, and was enjoying his expert rim job (I never wanted it to stop). After a long rim job he slowly lowered my ass to where my knees were resting on his shoulders and my ass was resting near his cock. We started to kiss and I felt a slight pressure on my wet hole slowly he started to shove his bare cock into my willing hole opening it with each gentle push all the while he never stopped kissing me. Slowly my ass opened up to his gentle pressure giving me a pleasure I had never felt before. I had never had a cock in me yet alone having bare cock inside me (up to this point the only I had only ever fingered myself). He fucked me slowly and gently opening me up with each stroke of his rock hard cock. We fuck like this for what seemed like forever my pleasure increasing with each stroke of his cock. Then suddenly without warning he plowed the full length of his cock deep in my hole grunting with each shot he pumped into my open ass. As I felt his head throb with every shot of his seed I couldn't stop myself from blowing my load over my stomach and chest. After he had seeded my hole we lay there for a while before we dressed and he dropped me near my home his load still deep in my hole.

I know this doesn't really has anything to do with barebacking, but I found this promotion video from the French rugby players who publish a nude calendar every year. Eye candy! This is the teaser for their 2016 calendar. Most, if not all, are straight (I think) but have no issue posing in the nude for their calendar. No dicks but hot muscular asses and bodies. Just something fun. Some of these guys are fucking gorgeous! Enjoy......

Versatile in my profiles means I will top, bottom, or flip. I enjoy doing both and don't lean either way.

Last night in my bed on my back taking a huge cock from a twink from craigslist. I wore a pair of my wife's panties that he tore a hole through. He kept asking if I wanted him to put on a condom. I told him do what feels best and he kept plowing away. Finally I told him to breed me deep and slammed hard and filled me. Do not even know his name.

fucking hot, thanks for taking care of my morning wood

I swallowed a cab drivers load once instead of paying. Was drunk and took a cab from a bar straight to the bathhouse in Munich. Started talking and told him I love sucking cock. He switched off the meter and stopped in a side street. Was kinda hot

And 3td Oct

I'm versatile and consider myself to be equally good at both. Because of my dick and body size, I end up topping more. Also, more picky about tops. Being 6'1 and a solid 220, I can't ever bring myself to let thin guys that I outweigh my 70 pounds to top me. Go figure that they have the biggest dicks. I take versatile to mean "either way" or "up to you". Anyway, for me it depends on the guy/who's cleaned out/chemistry. In my experience, who's doing what was already established before meeting up. I'd love to flip but most guys can't do both in one session (including me). If you get fucked right, you're dick is often limp after. Sometimes I have an exception and cock rings really help. But yah.

Keep date and fucked few more guys. I found out amyl. I saw the guys under me totally changed to another person after they inhale it. So one day, when Eric called me, I bought one on my way. Eric and me had a few times fun already but mainly lightly fun. Eric is a skinny short guy, 10 years older than me. I really enjoy sucked by him. It's like in heaven. He always want to fuck me. But I always refuse even he use condom. When I show him amyl, he was bit surprise but happy. I push him to suck my dick. Touched the little brown bottle, open it and try to smell. "Just inhale, as more as you can and hold your breath for a while." Eric said. My head start spinding straight away. " oh, my...." I start feeling hot and try to take everything off. Eric stopped and looked at me. " how you feel?" I looked at his face, not very clear. " hot but empty" Eric open the bottle ask me do one more. I feel the whole place is moving and I feel I want Eric hug me and on top of me. But I can't say it clearly just keep drag him. He smiled at me and made a phone call. I just remember I lying there with my hard dick, he keep sucking my dick and start rim my ass. It just feel so good. Then I heard someone knock the door. "Just my mate" Eric said. "Nice asian chap" I looked up, 3 or 4 maybe topless guy. one guy passed a little bag to Eric. Quickly Eric light fire and ask me suck it in. I did and one of the guys cover my mouth for a while. I coughed and try to push away. Then again I sucked in very thick smoke. Suddenly everything changed. I feel so horny and all the guys naked around me start touching me.

CHPT 10: The Road Trip Part 2: It was dark now, the night was humid, the bugs attacked the parking lot lights like a Mongol army, but with far less success. Pa was still at the back of the RV fucking around with the motor and as his efforts proved futile, his swearing got louder and louder. The pay phone by the bathrooms was not working and the couple of folks he had approached for help were useless, yet he kept trying. I was bored, horny, high, and even though Brett had tried to fuck me, I didn’t want him. I didn’t know what I wanted right then, but it wasn’t him. My headache was back with a vengeance so I did some more crystal and was sitting on the curb by the front of the RV using a scrap of metal I had found to scratch in the dirt like a kid does, big letters – M – I – K – my headache got so bad I grabbed my head and dropped the metal scrap just as Pa kicked my leg and started screaming at me, “WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING!!?” Why was he mad? He was practically frothing at the mouth as I looked at him all confused and in the midst of his rant this work truck pulled right up beside us, its headlights blinding me. Pa stopped, turned, and stepped back and once the truck lights turned off, a guy in overalls got out with a white patch on his right chest that said, “J.D.” and one on his left that said, “KINCAID PLUMBING.” He was about Pa’s age, maybe a bit older, taller, real big scruffy beard that seemed to cover most of his face and a wild head of hair that made him look like a grizzly bear who had stuck his finger in a light socket. JD looked at me, Pa, the RV, and asked in a deep, fierce voice, “Everything OK here?” Pa was all charm as he reached out to shake the man’s hand, “Oh yeah, yeah, just, well, my RV here has gone and cross fucked me. Can’t figure out what’s wrong it. We’ve been on the road and it’s just been a really long day and we’re supposed to be over at the State Fair for work, and well…”. JD eyed me again, then said, “Well let me see if I can help, but first I need to drain the lizard. One too many god damn Big Gulps.” Pa just looked at me, nodded towards the camper, so I got up, went in, and sat with Brett at the table. A few minutes later we could hear Pa and JD at the back of the RV looking at the engine, a little banging, then Pa came in, closed the door, leaned down into my face and said, “This nice man thinks he has some parts back at his farm that can help us. I told him I ain’t got much in way of cash, but I do have some weed, so he agreed to take that – and said he did not mind if you rode along. There is no ‘deal’ you understand, but I want you to do WHATEVER you got to do to get us what we need - UNDERSTAND?” I nodded, stood up, took the baggie of weed Pa gave me and another with some crystal and a straw, and went outside where JD was leaning casually against his work truck. I walked around to the passenger side, hopped in, JD got in, his weight shifting the seat a bit as he did, he started his truck, backed up, and waved to Pa as we pulled away. JD drove just down the road a little before he pulled over to the side and asked, “Mind if I toke up as I drive? It’s been a long fucking day, had my first clogged toilet call at 2:30 this morning.” I fished the baggie out of my pants pocket, handed it to him, and as he rolled a joint I pulled out the crushed crystal and did a couple of big snorts for myself. JD looked at me as I did, but did not say anything, he then rolled up the windows and a few puffs later the truck cab had a nice light haze. “What’s your name?” JD asked as we pulled backed onto the rode. “My name’s Siss… um…Sam,” I replied. “Sam? Really? It didn’t sound like Sam. Want to try again?” he said giving me a stern look before turning his eyes back on the road. I hung my head, “Sissy. They call me Sissy. I guess that’s my name.” He mulled that a bit, “Well Sissy, good to meet you. So why do they call you Sissy?” No one had ever asked me that, and being high I just blurted out, “I guess because I like being fucked, and they like fucking me, and I’m a sissy cunt – well that’s what they say – so do you want to fuck me?” His silence dragged on as he hit the joint a few times and I realized I had not learned how to be subtle. “You know that’s rude and not everyone gets down like that. You could get yourself beat up or worse saying that shit to the wrong man,” JD said with firmness and correction. I clearly had not learned the lesson as I immediately asked, “So are you the wrong man?” I couldn’t help it as my ass was pulsing and I was horny. JD was quiet again as we drove and did not reply to my question, but did start asking me questions about Pa, where we were headed and stuff. I really didn’t have much to say since I could not remember anything before ROXIEs and even that was really fuzzy in some ways and the more questions he asked and the fewer answers I had, the more his face looked concerned. Then he asked, “Did they kidnap you or something kid? If so, tell me. We can take you to the sheriff right now.” I shook my head, looked down at my bare feet. “No. It’s not like that. I just don’t remember things. I have bad spells and have to get shots. That’s all. Really.” We finally turned down a long dirt rode, drove by a big old farmhouse that was all dark, and JD noted with sadness his wife had moved out a while back and taken their kids to her mom’s. JD pulled up in front of an old barn/workshop and the truck was immediately surrounded by a pack of yapping dogs, but all it took was one sharp command from JD and the pack quieted down and faded back into the night. We got out of the truck and went into the barn, which smelled of animals, dirt, and more. Dust hung in the air as JD turned on the lights, walked over to a workbench, rolled another joint took a few long drags, pulled his hair back into a wild pony tail using a rubber band off the bench, unzipped his overalls a bit, then plopped down on a stool. I watched with desire as JD grabbed a dirty rag off the bench, wiped the sweat off his brow, upper chest, and neck, exposing a 999 tattoo. I sat on a box in front of him, snorted some more crystal, and stared at his tattoo, noticing others peaking out through the hairs on his chest. JD hit his blunt again, stood up, unzipped his overalls, worked his arms loose and pushed his overalls down to his waist, sat back down, and stretched and flexed his chest. “Do you know what the Aryan Brotherhood is?” he asked. I shook my head no. He went on to tell me how when he was younger he did some fucked up shit, got some time in jail, and hooked up with them. All the tatts I saw were given to him by them to mark him as one of their brothers – a Bruder. “You can touch them if you want,” he instructed as he put the blunt between his teeth and hummed lightly as I ran my finger tips over his tatts on his neck, his chest, then ran my hand around his nipples which jumped and stiffened like nails. JD moaned, shifted, and his left hand went down into his overalls and shifted his dick as he asked, “Ever been prison fucked? You’d be popular that’s for sure. During my stint I did enjoy holding down little boys like you. I’m not gay or shit mind you, but in the joint, well you do what you got to do to make life easier, but since I’ve been out and with the wife and all never had the need or urge – until now.” The sadness in his voice tore at my heart and I leaned my body in and gave JD a big a hug. He just sat there at first, then his body shook a little, his big arms wrapped around my body squeezing me super close. JD let go, took his big hands and gently lifted my t-shirt up over my head. I shook in anticipation as he then unbuttoned my shorts, helped me step out of them, then he dug in my pocket and pulled out the baggie and let me do another few snorts. JD caressed my body, running his hands up and down my sides, gently nibbling at my stomach, my chest, then turned me around and I instinctively bent forward so he could explore my hole with his tongue. His thick beard scratched and tingled but his tongue found its mark and as the spit flowed JD moaned in enjoyment. After several minutes of JD licking my ass and me pushing back, he stood up, raised his arms up behind his head so that his overalls were just hanging up by his hips and the tension on the zipper, and said, “Tell me, tell me about the last time you got that sweet little hole fucked. It taste’s just precious. So tell me sissy, when did you last have a big dick up in your cunt?” I reached out and slowly began to slide the zipper on his overalls further down as I told JD about the delivery guy who fucked me in the restroom. He encouraged me to continue, “Oh yeah? Tell me more.” With every few words of my story his dick responded. I had to shift his meat to the side to ease his overalls down any further as his dick was hard and holding them up. Once JD’s overalls were wrapped around his feet, I continued to tell him how the guy called me a fucking faggot and fucked me hard and rough and drips of precum leapt off his dick as it twitched while I worked to unlace his boots. JD stepped out of his boots, slid his overalls all the way off, stepped back in his boots and told me to lace them back up. As I did, I told him how the delivery guy spit fucked me, covered my mouth, shot his load in me and then made me drink his piss. JD’s dick was now pulsing and streaming precum as he said, “Tell me more.” But, that was the end of that story so I just opened my mouth and enveloped his monster dick, making JD grab my head and shiver. “Oh sissy,” JD cooed, “Sounds like you have been prison fucked for sure, but I love that hot little body of yours, and that sweet cunt that’s just dripping to take my cum, I just want to make love to it.” I pulled back off JD’s dick, stood up, tilted my head and asked, “Why can’t you do both?” JD howled making his pack of dogs outside whine and start scratching at the door as he pushed me against his work bench and pressed my body tight as he forced his tongue in my mouth, kissing me hard, swapping spit, biting at my lip, and his beard scratching my face. Breathlessly he pulled away, his eyes ablaze now as he reached out and lifted me up off the ground and plopped me onto the bench and lifted my legs back. Tools, splinters, and other shit were marking my cheeks and back as my head hit the wall, but JD didn’t care as he angled my body so he could spit at my hole again. I reached down between my legs and pushed his face into my ass as hard as I could, making JD groan with pleasure as his tongue darted in and out furiously. Minutes later, his jaws aching, JD pulled his mouth away from my slick hole and leered at me over my hard dick, spit and ass juice plastering his mustache and beard to his face. He reached back with one hand and pulled out the rubber band holding his hair back and shook his head like a lion in the wild feasting on a fresh kill before pouncing back into my hole. This time I grabbed two handfuls of his hair and writhed and squirmed trying to get his tongue deeper. JD finished priming my hole, lifted me back onto the floor, turned me around and pushed my chest against the bench, grabbed my hips and in one violent thrust, punched his dick into ass. Being married – or least having been married – I figured he would want to wear a condom, but his lust took over and I didn’t mind in the least. I arched my body and cried out in pain while I reached back to grab his wrists with my hands begging him not to stop as he ripped my ass open inch after inch with his dick. I whimpered, cried, moaned and shook with internal orgasms as JD invaded me, no longer even able to hear the sounds of the pack outside as our fucking took over all of my senses. JD howled again as his raw dick spat its juice into my ass. I moved my hips back, grinding him as deep as I could, making sure to milk every drop. With his body now draped over my back, fighting to catch his breath, JD asked, “Did you like that prison fuck? Did I hurt you? Was that better than the other guy?” I sighed, closed my eyes while enjoying his warmth in me and replied, “Yes, no, YES!” I knew for sure now that being angry earlier wasn’t about the guy fucking me rough, but about feeling like he did not really want me. There was no denying JD wanted me – and I him. I yelped in surprise as JD spun me around, lifted me up, and casually plopped me over his right shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes. With his right hand firmly on my ass holding me in place, he turned the light out with his left, kicked the door to his shop open, and casually walked outside buck naked, with me still draped over his shoulder. I had a great view of his ass, the ground beneath me, and his pack of dogs who were now gathered around, tilting their heads back and forth trying to figure out what their master was up to. JD headed towards his house, then stopped, turned a moment, and said, “Storm’s coming.” In answer, the heavens roared with thunder in the distance as JD climbed the wooden steps, the screen door banged open and shut behind us, then my feet were planted on the linoleum floor of JD’s kitchen. JD walked around, flipping lights on, went to the fridge, grabbed a beer, tossed one to me, went and sat at the table, drank about half the beer in one long gulp, then rolled another joint before smiling at me with evil intent. “Well, I don’t plan to head back out tonight with the storm coming and all. Think your folks will mind if you don’t make it back til morning?” JD asked. I laughed, opened my beer, sat down in a chair, the vinyl sticking to my ass and said, “I frankly don’t give a fuck.” JD laughed, and while hitting his joint stood up so that is now hardening dick was in front of my face. I took a big mouth full of beer and careful not to spill any, quickly covered his dick with my mouth, the cold of the beer making JD jump a little. Minutes later we were upstairs, JD’s old bed creaking and squeaking under our weight as he fucked me on my stomach, kissing my neck while his monster dick took its time exploring my hole, forcing his earlier load deeper and deeper. I could feel JD’s balls pulling up high and tight against my ass and knew he was getting close from how his moans, so I started to fight back a little and tried to wiggle free. JD paused, “What are you doing?” I turned my head to the side, “I wanted to ride it for you,” I said as JD grunted in agreement. I scooted down to the end of the bed and he resituated himself onto his back, his dick slick and twitching waiting to get back inside of me. I laughed as I noticed he still had his boots on, then I straddled JD’s body, leaned forward, and while rubbing my ass against his dick head kissed his chest, his torso, and caressed his body with my tongue. While I knew JD could have knocked me away in an instant, he was nice enough to pretend I was in charge, and let me explore his body with mine. When I could not take it anymore, I sat back, raised up a little, wrapped my right hand around his baseball bat shaft, and threw me head back in utter ecstasy as JD’s dick slid deeper and deeper inside me. Once my ass was flush against his hips, I started rocking side to side, up and down, and then bouncing on it harder and harder until the head of his dick came right to the edge of my hole – then I would drop down back on it. JD was loving it as he moaned, groaned, his mouth twitched, his face contorted, and just as the burning in my thighs hit their max, JD’s whole body shuddered in a fit as his dick exploded inside me once more. I wanted it all and bounced harder, making JD squirm trying to push me off but he was deep. The ceiling fan did little to cool us off as our sweaty bodies radiated the heat of our sex. The windows and walls of the house began to rattle and shake a bit as the storm rolled in, and I relished the smell of the man who had bred me. My eyes were closed as JD gently ran his fingers over my face, down my sides, and then reaching around my ass he fingered my hole while pressing me closer to him. We laid like that for a while, until the rain began to beat like a thousand drums and the lightning lit up the room. “What do want?” JD asked in almost a whisper. The lightning flash let me see the look on his face and I suspected he was thinking about more than me asking for a glass of water. “Anything you want,” I said, while reaching out to stroke his sticky dick, “As long as it means I can get more dick, but… what about….” JD smiled, rolled over and off the bed, his booted feat echoing on the stairs as he started down and he yelled loud enough so his voice carried over the storm, “WELL I HOPE YOU ATE YOUR WHEATIES THIS MORNING BECAUSE I’M GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU GET PRISON FUCKED ALL NIGHT! AND DON’T YOU WORRY NONE ABOUT THOSE FOLKS YOU WERE WITH. IF THEY HAPPEN TO CALL THE BUSINESS LINE THEY WILL GET THE ANSWERING SERVICE WHO WILL THEM I’M UNAVAILABLE.” JD came back to the bedroom several minutes later carrying a bottle of Jack Daniels, two glasses, poured us each a shot, while spilling some on the bedside table. After emptying our glasses he sat on the edge of the bed, lit a fresh joint, handed me my baggy of crystal, and then he said, “I called up my guys – Boogie and Tripp. Ever taken on three fuckers before? MMMhhhhMMM, damn can’t wait to watch you get ridden! Anyways, you frankly don’t have a choice, but my guys are cool, we served time together, they work for me now taking care of the ranch and other business.” I stood up in front of JD, his legs spread wide, and I rubbed his thighs while he hit his joint, enjoying my touch. He set his smoke down in the ashtray then grabbed me rough, pulling me close, and began to chew on my nipples, grinding one then the other between his teeth like a millstone. I was squirming in pain and pleasure and just wanted him to fuck me while he did that and begged for his dick as I grabbed his head and encouraged him to bite me harder. JD stopped and pushed me away as the sound of a truck’s horn pierced our stormy desires and announced our company had arrived. JD slapped my ass hard, grabbed his joint and said, “Come on, time to have some fucking fun”. He tossed me a robe, which from the floral print on it and smell, clearly was not his, which I wrapped around myself as JD slid on a pair of boxers over his boots and started down the stairs. I made a quick pit stop to piss then hustled down the stairs and nervously stood to the side, trying to keep my hard dick from poking through the robe’s slit. Boogie and Tripp walked in carrying a large styrofoam cooler between them with a metal tackle box balanced on top that they set on the floor in a rush as they shook the water off their bodies from the rain. Both men were wearing stained and faded jeans, cowboy boots, button up shirts with the sleeves torn off and frayed fabric at the shoulders, and cowboy hats that had seen better days, but to top off the look they both had on black ski masks! JD laughed, “What the fuck you think ya’ll doing? Robbing a Circle-K? Boogie, go get the rest of the shit and Tripp clear the table in back and set up the cards and supplies. Let’s get a game on and have a fucking good party!” The taller of the two, Boogie, nodded and said, “Yes Boss,” as he took his hat off, slipped the ski mask off his head, tossed it onto the counter, quickly ran his fingers through his hair, put his hat back on, looked at me with a sheepish grin, and hustled out into the rain. Like JD, Boogie had a number of tats on his arms and peeking out of his shirt, I guessed also marks of the Brotherhood. While JD opened the metal tackle box and started inspecting the various bags of drugs and pipes and other paraphernalia, Tripp said in what might have been meant to be a whisper but was loud enough for me to hear, “Boss, you sure about this? You said you needed us to help rape a sissy tonight, and…well thought maybe we was going to do a kidnap like we did down in…and maybe…” JD paused, “God damn Tripp, you’ve never been the brightest bulb in the fucking box, but really?” Then JD turned to me and said, “Spread those cheeks, show him that sissy cunt.” I turned, bent forward and hiked the robe up over my ass and squealed a bit as JD rammed two thick, long fingers into my cummy hole, pulled them out, and showed my honey to Tripp. “See? Freshly primed and lubed. Now get your face down there and taste that cunt.” Tripp hesitated, but did as he was ordered and after the first lick at my hole he moaned and pulled me back to meet his tongue. That’s how Boogie found him when he came back in with the rest of the night’s supplies, with JD standing to the side, smiling to beat hell. “OK Tripp, come on now. There’s plenty of time for that and more.” We all followed JD into the dining room, which was surprisingly clean for a bachelor, or maybe he just never at in there. He set the metal box on the grand oak table and pulled out the drugs and other supplies, some pill bottles, and shit I had no idea what the stuff was. JD held his arms out in a grand sweeping motion, “Anything you could want or need, I got right here and there’s plenty more. So what can I do you for? Some Oxy? Adderall? I think you need to try snorting those. But also got coke, crystal, and G, and even a few tar balls.” Tripp arranged three chairs at the end of the table, pulled out poker chips, cards, JD placed a couple little blue pills by each, grabbed me by the back of the neck and squeezed as he pointed at them and said, “Those little fuckers are going to ensure there is not a minute tonight our dicks aren’t hard and in one of your holes, so snort up.” A few shots of liquor, drugs all around, and Boogie and Tripp stripped - Boogie in some white Fruit of the Looms that looked and smelled like they had not been washed in weeks, with several holes showing, and Tripp with no underwear who said he always freeballed. However, like JD, both men kept their boots on, and Tripp even wore his cowboy hat. The guys sat back at the dining room table – I laughed as I suddenly pictured that painting with all the dogs sitting around the table playing cards, this was just as funny - three country dudes, in boots, half naked, dicks hard as brick. JD got the party started by saying, “Alright sissy. First game’s called ‘Three Stud Draw’ and we’re the studs. Get on your fucking knees and you’re going to suck our dicks one at a time, for 30 seconds each. The first one of us to nutt get’s the kitty.” I knelt on the wood floor and got my first good look at the new dicks. Tripp’s dick was real thick at the base, skinny at the top and literally looked like a banana. It was hard as fuck and looked like it might split from all the blood pumping through it. Boogie’s dick was longer and thicker than JD’s, but a little floppy, uncut, and he had balls that looked like grapes, tiny as shit. On JD’s count, I started taking turns sucking each one of them while the others talked shit. JD urged them on as he kept the time, “Come on boys, let’s rope this sissy’s face. I want to see it covered, blind the fucker.” I had already done one round and was trying to angle Tripp’s dick down enough to get it deeper in my throat when he smacked my forehead, pushed away, and shot scalding cum all over my face, my tongue flicked to try and catch some, globs of it hit my eyes and burned like fuck, while Boogie told me, “Stay just like that a sec,” as the whir and click of a camera told me he was taking pictures. Tripp started to apologize, “Damn Boss, I’m sorry, I…but hell – I needed that.” Everyone laughed, JD then said, “Well you got the kitty for that round. You want it now or want to double down?” Tripp thought a minute, “I better double down. I need a minute.” JD then used his thumb to wipe the fresh cum out of my eye, then smeared my face with the rest before letting me lick his hand clean. The three guys sat at the table somewhat awkwardly, as all still had raging hard dicks and JD dealt the next hand. He turned his chair sideways to the table, patted his lap, so I backed right up and eased down on his dick with only slight discomfort. Boogie and Tripp’s mouths dropped open as I did a slow grind, JD laughed, “Seems like the kitty didn’t want to wait.” The guys played a few half-hearted hands, did some more drugs, JD put a plate of lines in easy reach for me, and my whole body shook a bit after I had hit them, I broke out in a sweat, my legs trembled, and things got a bit blurry. JD wrapped his left arm tight around my stomach, blew his smoke around my head and growled, “I slipped a little something extra in that batch cunt, time for your prison fuck down.” JD held me as he half stood with me still impaled on his dick, turned, took a few steps to the side and let my body drop face down onto the other end of the table. I banged my forehead pretty good and turned my head towards Boogie and Tripp who were both now standing, feverishly stroking their dicks as they watched JD position my body. Once my body had stilled, JD yanked his dick out and started slapping my ass, “TIME TO GET THAT SISSY CUNT PRISON FUCKED. SHOW YOU WHAT WE DID TO PUNK BITCHES IN THE JOINT,” then JD busted my ass ring wide open as he slammed back in balls deep in one stroke making me cry out. Boogie and Tripp were now hooting and hollering and swearing, the table was groaning, the floorboards creaking, and the storm was battering the house just like my insides were being battered. I begged and pleaded for JD to fuck me harder, for more raw dick, for his babies, but JD stopped, “YOU HEAR THAT BOYS? IF THEY BEG FOR IT, MEANS WE BEING TOO DAMN NICE.” JD now grabbed me by the hair, yanked my torso part way up, wrapped his left arm around my neck in a choke hold, clenched my right hip with his right hand, and as I started to see stars from lack of air he started to slam fuck me again imitating the delivery man, “FUCKING WORTHLESS FAGGOT, PRISON BITCH. TAKE THIS BRUDER DICK. GOING TO RIP THAT CUNT WIDE OPEN, MAKE YOU TAKE EVERY LAST ONE OF US. THOSE CUNT LIPS WILL BE SWOLLEN AND BRUISED WHEN WE’RE DONE.” JD screamed in fury as he loaded my ass again with his country cum, and no making love this time as with his dick still spasming he let go of me, pulled out, squirted his final drops on my shredded hole and said, “Next.” Tripp was up next. He turned me around, slammed me onto my back on the table, lifted my legs and just like JD slammed his dick in as hard and deep as he could. I tried to push him away, he slapped my hands, clearly not happy he did not get the kitty first, and the more I begged for it, the angrier he got, until he screamed, “GOD DAMN FUCKING SHUT UP! SOMEONE PLEASE SHUT THE BITCH UP.” Tripp was not nearly as tall or as big as JD, so he could not man handle and cover my mouth too. Boogie took care of that. Coming around the back side of the table, Boogie pulled one of the chairs out, put his right leg up on it, took his left hand and slapped my face hard a few times before literally stepping up and kneeling on the table over my head so my field of vision was nothing but his dirty white underwear. The table moaned under the weight, but it held. Boogie’s dick was now throbbing, his underwear acting like a cock ring of sorts as he set his meat free through the fly. With Tripp banging my ass, Boogie then placed one hand around my throat, squeezed, and leaned forward and forced his dick into my waiting mouth. Boogie’s dirty underwear and body covered my face while his dick rammed my throat. Tripp continued to fuck my ass until he yelled, “HOLY FUCKING SHIT – I’M CUMMING – I’M CUMMING – GOD FUCK YES!!!!” and then pulled out of my ass, jizz and ass juice now shellacking the table surface. Boogie eased off, lowered himself off the table and chair as I gasped and heaved, then wondered what was happening as Boogie pulled me further back until my head was hanging off the table. He then wrapped both hands around my throat, squeezed, and at that angle was able to pretty much force his dick right past my gag reflex. My legs jerked, my body thrashed, as Boogie held me in place, filling my throat with his dick. Spit and snot flew out of my mouth and nose as he gag fucked me and once his shaft was coated good and thick with gut juice he pulled out, rolled me off the table and onto the floor, lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and plowed my ass. JD and Tripp had opened me up but I still cried out in pain as Boogie was bigger and the angle allowed him to thrust right into my gut walls. Boogie put his full weight behind each thrust and as he bent forward, he placed both hands over nose and mouth framing his lustful leer over the edge of his clasped fingers. I started to go limp and see stars again, so Boogie relaxed his grip just enough to let a sliver of air into my lungs then clamped back down and fucked away. The drugs, lack of air, intense fucking, all combined to make my body and mind swim and lose focus as Boggie churned my ass like he was making ice cream with all that boy butter in my hole. The next few hours were a haze of raw dick, being manhandled, spit, piss, and pleasing those three country men any way they wanted. I was back in JD’s old bed and the sun was streaming through the window when I finally started to come back to my senses. JD had my legs up and was eating my ass out again, so I pressed his head into my hole and moaned in pleasure. He looked up, “Ahh, so you’re back with us. How you feeling this morning?” I just groaned a little, feeling aches, pains, and a headache to beat hell. JD laughed, shoved a couple fingers into my tender ass and worked them around, “DAMN that’s a good cunt! Let me tell you, the boys left hear happy as pigs in shit and you took everything – and I mean fucking everything – we could dish out like a champ! But before I take you back, I got one more load for you.” JD then spent the next hour making love to my body, and me to his, before we showered. He found me a pair of pants to wear and an old t-shirt, both of which were far too big, and we hopped into his truck and headed back to the RV. The sun was peaking over the trees and shimmering off the calm surface of the lake when we pulled into the rest area and next to the RV. Pa came bounding out of the RV looking ready to fight, but as JD casually climbed out of the truck and stood literally toe-to-toe with him, starkly showing their difference in height and size, Pa eased off, ran his hand through his hair, “We was worried, that’s all. He’s not been well. Needs his medicine. Go inside now. Brett will take care of you.” JD calmly told Pa that it took a while to find the part needed, then the storm hit, cattle got out, a tree came down across the road, and he and I worked all night to get shit settled to get back here even though I had been sick as a dog from food poisoning likely, so he best step the fuck off, and no, I wasn’t going inside quit yet, he needed me to help install the part so why didn’t Pa just get back the fuck inside the RV and try starting it when he tells him. Pa groveled and whimpered, which made me sort of disgusted, but did as JD asked and went back inside while Brett just shrugged and ambled off down towards the lake. I walked with JD to the back of the RV, he pulled open the panel to the engine, set down his big tool box, opened it, and handed me a small black, metal box that he pulled out from a paper bag. JD whispered, “If you ever got something you want to hide, use this. See these magnets? Just stick this box up under this ridge here on the metal frame. No one will ever find it.” He slid the cover to the box back, pulled out a piece of paper and pen, and showed me a number, “That’s my phone. You need to reach me, if things go tits up with these two and no matter what you say I don’t think things with them are cool. Something’s a bit queer going on here – strange – anyways – call me, collect.” I took the pen and wrote in small numbers below his another number and the name ‘Billy’. JD looked at me, “Who’s Billy?” I scrunched my face hard, it literally hurt to think and I knew it was a number someone told me to use, just couldn’t quite put my finger on it, so just said, “Another friend I think. Thanks.” JD smiled, hid my secret box, handed me a baggy of powder so I could do a few snorts which made me feel way better, then he got to work fixing the RV. About 10 minutes later the RV sputtered and roared back to life, JD ruffled my hair, gave me a big smile, and I helped him load his gear into his truck. Pa came out of the RV and shook JD’s hand and tried to hand him another bag of weed. JD waved him off, “No need, all the work your boy did last night to help me out more than paid for the part. Keep it. Drive safe ya’ll and I’ll see you up at the state fair.” Pa was glaring at me fierce as JD pulled away, but didn’t say a word as I climbed into the RV and immediately went into the back and laid down on the bed. The RV lurched as Pa got us headed out onto the road, Brett came in, put his cigarette out and I could tell he wanted to ask about last night, but he didn’t. He just took out the leather case that held the needle and juice for my shots, filled up two big syringes, and as he emptied them into my arms I drifted off thinking about JD and how much my ass was throbbing from the country dick down. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 11: The State Fair – Cum in This Ride **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

your fuck buddy is what straight guys call a scooter fuck. a lot of fun -but you don't want your friends to see you riding one.

Ten Years Later… Chapter 1. Ten years ago I took part in my first orgy. I was in college and had a boyfriend back at school, but was out of town on a summer job. I wound up at a 4th of July party with a bunch of hot guys. After a few strong bourbons that went down too quickly, I found myself a bit tipsy in the back yard with four other guys. Peter and Karl were a couple, another, Sam, was visiting for the weekend, and John, on whom I had a secret crush, was a probably about fifteen years older than the rest of us, oh, and he had a very nice, tight body. We all laughed and chatted telling our outrageous stories of exploring gay sex. Sam, the guy from New York was by far the most experienced among us. Sam hinted how piggy he could be, and the older guy told him to prove it. Right there, in front of anyone who cared to see, he dropped to his knees and started tonguing John’s hardening dick through his pants. John stood him up and kissed him hard on the mouth before reaching over for Pete’s crotch. Karl was a bit surprised and swatted his hand away. Pete gave his boyfriend a look as if to say, “Let’s just go with it,” and reached over to grab my dick through my pants. We all made out with each other until Sam invited us all back to his hotel. We walked, quickly, over to the hotel, me in between Sam and John as they both groped my ass, followed by Pete and Karl who were whispering about how far they wanted to go with any group action. Karl didn’t seem to want to share his boyfriend with the group, but Pete was into it. We got to the hotel and Sam had us all strip one by one as he fished out our dicks and sucked our dicks. He managed to get both my cock and John’s cock down his throat simultaneously. It felt so good having my cock sliding against this older guy I had had a crush on for weeks. John maneuvered me to Sam’s ass and taught me how to rim. We licked and fingered Sam’s hole while he alternated between Pete and Karl’s dicks. Sam was moaning as John’s stubbly face ground against his hole. “Somebody FUCK me!” he cried out. John stood me up as Sam scooted to the edge of the bed. He guided my dick into Sam’s hole with one hand on my cock and another at my ass. “What about a condom?” I asked. At this point in my life, I had only had sex with one or two guys, and always safe. Sam pulled off of Pete’s monster dick and asked "Will I catch anything from you?" I shook my head no, and without a word, Sam went back to sucking Pete as John guided my bare cock into Sam's ass. Sam groaned as I bottomed out inside him, and I remember thinking 'Fuck, this feels so good' and honestly I had never known how smooth and silky an ass could feel. I probably only lasted two minutes before I felt my cum stirring in my balls. John could tell I was tensing up and as I tried to back out of Sam, John stood right behind me, with his hard slimy cock working up and down my crack. He wouldn’t move, so I couldn’t pull out! John leaned forward and whispered, “Breed him boy. Get that cunt really wet for me.” With that, I came, shooting the biggest load of my life deep into Sam’s ass. I was trembling as John shoved me away and down onto the bed. John slid easily into Sam as he shoved his hips back to meet John’s thrusts. Pete and Karl descended on my cummy dick, and together, the two of them cleaned my cock of ass juice and cum. Sharing those two boyfriends, who had such an intense bond with each other, was so damned sexy. Sam was groaning, and with his mouth free, talking dirtier than I had ever heard anyone talk. “Gonna fill me up? What’s your name again? Give me your load, you stud!” That talk pushed John over the edge and he fired off into Sam, adding his load to the cummy mix brewing in his guts. When John was finished, he pulled out slowly and the boyfriends devoured his dick. Sam caught his breath and lined Pete and Karl up side by side on the bed on their backs. He squatted over Pete’s dick and rode it for a few strokes before pulling off and riding Karl. He switched back and forth a few times as John stood behind me and tweaked my nipples. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, guiding me to my knees between Karl’s legs as he did the same between Pete’s legs. With Sam bouncing up and down on Pete’s cock, he held Sam’s shoulders down and slid his dick in alongside Pete. Sam screeched with a mix of joy and pain as his ass spread to accommodate two big cocks in him. He stayed still and let the guys below him do the work. He then stood up and lowered himself onto Karl’s cock. John motioned to me to slide in as well, so I did. It felt so tight and so slippery. When Sam couldn’t take it any more, he lay down on his back, pulling his knees up to his shoulders. Pete mounted Sam and jackhammered into his man pussy. As he approached orgasm, he looked around for Karl, “Can I cum in him? Can I fill him up?” Karl climbed up behind him, grinding his dick into his boyfriend’s ass, preventing him from pulling out. “Is that as 'yes'?” Sam asked. Karl and Pete called out together, “Fuck yeah!” And with that, Pete slammed into Sam’s ass shooting off his load, but he had to get out of Karl’s way quickly as Karl slid into Sam’s hole and came only seconds later. When Karl pulled out, there was a stream of cum dripping out of Sam’s ass. Sam spread his ass cheeks apart and fingered his ass. An unbelievable amount of cum seeped down his hairy crack and onto the sheets. John knelt down and started licking it up. When he had a mouth, and beard, full, he slithered up to Sam’s mouth and dropped a huge wad of cum into his mouth. Fuck, that was hot. Sam went back to New York the next day, and I didn’t play together with John or the boyfriends Pete and Karl again that summer. I did hear that Karl and Pete broke up a few weeks later. And I went back to my boyfriend at school, never telling him that something had been unleashed within me. I started seeking out porn with internal cumshots and creampies. I started seeking out bareback sex videos and orgies and gangbangs. I wanted that freedom again that I had felt that amazing night. This was all before the advent of social media, so I fell out of touch with those guys. Years later, I became 'friends' with them online and reconnected. I wasn’t surprised when most of us had moved to New York. I ran into Sam a few times around town, and once at the beach. When I saw him with his shirt off, I was shocked at how much slimmer he had become. I was also shocked by the biohazard tattoo now emblazoned around his navel. I remarked on it, asking him when he had become POZ, and he told me it happened about ten years ago. I thought back to that night and wondered if he had already been POZZED when we had had our orgy. A few months later, I ran into John on the subway. Damn, he looked good, hotter than ever. His beard was impeccably groomed and this guy was quite the daddy. John seemed more bulky and muscled, with his t-shirt clinging to his wide hairy pecs. I noticed that he too had a new tattoo, and tribal armband that upon closer inspection was interlocking biohazard symbols. I remarked on it, and he just laughed, saying that he was surprised I wasn’t POZ too. He told me that he’d been POZ at least ten years and that he loved breeding NEG boys. I wondered if he had POZZED Sam that night ten years ago when we had had our orgy. He suggested that we get together sometime soon and maybe we could make up for lost time. Fuck, I was practically weak at the knees. Only a few weeks ago, I got a message from Pete online. He messaged me that he was 'being naughty'. In short, he was high was a kite, taking loads, and wanted me to come over and fuck him. I was rock-hard instantaneously. He told me that he liked to rub some drugs into his ass and take cum. I asked if he was still NEG, and he replied, “LOL. Nope. Not for a long time.” Unfortunately I was busy with work, so I couldn’t sneak away and go fuck him. So far, the only boy who wasn’t part of that five-way that doesn’t live in New York is Karl. I looked him up online, and he’s married, to a woman, living in the Midwest raising a family. Seems like he’s not fucking guys any more, at least not publicly, so he’s out of the running. Otherwise, I’d love to have a five-way to mark when I realized what I’ve always been: a cum whore who, as it turns out, craves POZ cum. And I know just the three guys to give it to me. To be continued…

I'm an average size (7"). I have no problem taking smaller dicks but I do know I like guys who are hung bigger than that. Simply because they can reach spots that really do it for me.

Talk to your doctor. I did and he said it generally is not bad unless you have heart issues. However, just about anything used too much will increase the chance of doing harm. I use them about one or two times a week and generally three or four inhales in one session. By not using it too much, I don't need to use a lot when I use them.

Hooked up with a hot, hung 23 year old black guy I met off a4a (safe only ...). Thought he was another flake, but he parties so I understand his sporadic, random messaging. I finally had the house to myself since my roommates were all out for the Pope visit and stuff. He showed up with no shirt, basketball shorts, and in a jock. Sweaty like I asked for (I know, strange fetish). The moment the front door closed, I dropped to my knees and started deep throating his delicious thick 7 inch BBC. OMG he tasted so damn good. I only sucked for a few minutes ... He didn't want to bust so soon, so he pulled me off and we partied a bit. We went downstairs cuz I like hooking up on my roommate's gym equipment lol. I placed his head against the washing machine and proceeded to fuck his face. Damn he's good. Too good ... I busted a load in his mouth in under 5 minutes, then rammed my dick down his throat, closed off his nose, and said, "Be a good bitch, swallow." After that I had him get in doggie position on a workout bench, and I rimmed his sweaty ass for a good half hour before he begged to get fucked. Rimming a hot ass always makes me solid as steel ... I hate lube so I spat on his hole and slowly slid in before he could ask about the condom he brought. Damn he's tight! Oh, and no objections from him. Once balls deep though ... I started pounding his ass hard and rough. I flipped him on to his back ... fucked him good for about 10 minutes, got him begging for my load. I slammed in deep, started lightly choking him while making out ... man, felt like the biggest load ever, flooded his hole good. I continued fucking his ass for a few more minutes when he did something unexpected. He returned the favor. He threw me on the floor on my back, spat on my hole (naturally wet any way), and slid in in one slow thrust. "You wanna play rough? Me too" as he used a hand to firmly grip my throat, spat in my face, and fucked me rough. He lasted only 5 minutes before announcing I'm a slut and then pulling out to only keep the head of his dick in my ass ... and flooded me. Then he fucked his load in me. Hmm ... I'm light skinned so his hand left quite the mark ... no hiding it from colleagues lol. Next up we're going to do this at a park hehe.

Ram's Training Begins. After chatting and flirting and chatting somemore. I convinced Ram that he'd eventually need personal training session. By now, Joseph new well of me and the three of us had chatted online but i kept my focus on Ram. I ignored Joseph which I new was bothering him as I paid more attention to Ram. On two occasions, Ram mentioned that they had had discussions about me and how we flirted, but I would also give Joseph just a little attention so Ram could use that as leverage in those fights. Ram knew quite well that our flirting was getting heavy. He would send me progress pics of himself and i'd make comments that would get his faithful boner hard and he'd have to ask me to stop. To which I apologized and then wouldn't speak to him for a few days, even if he wanted me to. It was a long game but the goal of making him want to cheat. beg to cheat and even more beg to be pozzed repeatedly was well worth it. I learned that both Ram and Joseph were very much vers, and worked my way to the point that Ram felt comfortable talking about sex. we joked about dick size and how Joseph was more of a bottom than Ram and even a bit of a size queen. Ram was more causal but happy to have pride in his thick 7.5 incher. When I had told him about the size of my cock he couldn't help but exlaim during one of our late night chatting sessions. 9.2x6.1?! how the hell do you know that specifically?! boys like to measure. i guess it makes them feel accomplished I mused. here take a look > Holy fucking shit don't send me stuff like that! Ram typed hysterically i could only imagine It's just a dick If joseph saw that he's gonna get pissed. haha, you boys need to chill i'm not gonna fuck either one of you you know you want to You boys are cute, but i'm poz. There was a long pause. several times the ellipses lit up showing he was trying to think of what to say. Man...I'm sorry? For what? I'm proud to be. Really??? Its a rush to know you're completely free. You don't have to worry about it anymore, and also when you find a guy who knows and wants you too. the rush of raw fucking is even more amazing. Wow... you fuck raw?! Yes of course I have meds so its "safe" unless I get off of them. I only fuck raw. That's kind of scary man... Its the hottest sex ever Rambo We never fuck raw...well thats a lie, lol sometimes we do but... You love it raw, don't you boy? hahaha yeah i do... Slowly I planted the seed in his brain that raw seed was what he needed and wanted. Then after more chatting and talking one night he texted me. Hey! big guy! what you doing? Nothing much boi, just here at home. cool...have you worked out already? not yet, was going to soon. cool...I was wondering if i could get that personal training session we talked about... Of course boy, you know I'll give you a good workout anytime haha don't say it like that grrrrr. lol Is joseph going to be joining us, so I know how much water and weights to set up. No...hes out of town with family for the weekend. that cool? of course rambo. He must of raced over or already have been near my place because he arrived within about five minutes. He was decked out in good looking under armor and I suspected he was also wearing some cologne. I opened the door wearing only workout shorts and good jockstrap. "I'll never get use to your body, man," he said as I led him to the garage gym. "You better. You're gonna be seeing a lot of it today." We laughed we joked we worked out. but the sexual tension was building and I loved it. I could feel with every rep I spotted him for the urge to touch the want to put his mouth on me. Creating the chemistry was just part of that fun building him up until he finally caved. We finished up and he laid down on one of the benches. I looked at him and rubbed his chest just once, saying "I'm fucking horny, Rambo." He laughed, then stopped and became serious. "You serious?" In reply I stripped off my shorts and tweaked my nipple. My cock began to grow until it was protruding out of my jock strap. His jaw dropped, so I pushed the envelope a step further saying "I'm gonna go inside and jackoff. You know the way out?" "Y-y-yeah...." "Cool, unless you wanna JO too...." " I should go...." "All right man, great workout," as I walked over and offered a fist bump. When he raised his hands he revealed his own tent in those under armor shorts. He blushed looking from me to my cock to his cock and back. "Jack off with me bro," I urged. "Man...I don't think I should." "Don't worry about it, we won't be gay about it, we already are," I laughed, adding "I won't touch yours if you don't touch mine. The porn's inside." Ram smiled and nodded and followed me inside. I played some raw porn of some hot jock getting fucked and bred by some older daddy. Ram dropped his shorts and sported a respectable thickish seven and a half inch cock, but it was nothing against my niner. We jacked and every so often Ram would look at me as I milked the precum from my dick. "Fuck," he finally muttered as he gave up watching the porn and focused on watching me. I squeezed a big glob of dirty precum and covered my uncut cock with it, and looked at him smiled. He returned my smile and tried to go back to the porn, but within a few seconds was again fixated on me. I let go of my dick and looked directly at Ram, suggesting "Go ahead, give it a tug." He smiled and shook his head looking down at himself. "You know you want to, boy. Give it a tug." He looked into my eyes and i could feel the hunger in him as he reached-over with his right hand and began to jack me. "Fuck..." he moaned a little while I guided his hand. "Fuck yeah, boy," was my response. He started to jack my cock with two hands. "Fuck yeah boy milk that dick." With that he again looked at my body, up and down, and then returned to the handjob he was giving me, quickening his speed. Again I tortured him, by murmuring "Fuck yeah, Ram, milk my dick." He continued milking my dick as his breath became increasingly uneven, all the while biting his lip. Then I saw it: he opened his mouth and was about to put the head in when i grabbed his head and stopped him. "Don't do that." "Why not?" "I'm poz Rambo." "I thought you said it was safe." He was suddenly thinking about what he was doing. "I ran out of meds." In actuality I had plenty of meds, but rather had deliberately stopped taking them a week earlier. "Don't suck it." He looked genuinely disappointed and slightly nervous. "I want to blow my load on your chest. Don't stop." With that Ram smiled and continued to jack me off. "Fuck yeah boy, I'm close. You want this load?" "Fuck yeah, man!" "You want me to blow this load all over you?" "Fuck yeah!" "Poz fucking load boy. You want me to spray this dirty fuck load on you?" He paused and bit his lip. I grabbed my cock out of his hands and started to jack it. "Do you want this fucking poz load on your chest, boy?" He nodded, closed his eyes, and answered "Yes." I blew string after string of thick dirty poz cum, caking his smooth stud chest, rubbing the last drops on his neck and down his chest. When I stepped back he lubed his cock with my cum, and jerked himself until he blew his load. We showered one after the other and got dressed and then I walked him to my door. "Fuck man, that was crazy hot," he said, still mildly breathless with what happened. "Nothing happened man. Just two guys jacking it." He thought about it and I could tell a part of him agreed. "Your cock is fucking monstrous." "Glad you liked it. If you want come over tomorrow we can have a rematch after another workout." He smiled and nodded. And he did come back again on both Saturday and Sunday, each time letting me blow my poz load on his body. His hunger grew. Joseph came back and Ram said he would continue working out with me, and for a week he did. And on each of the four times, he couldn't wait to let me cover him in poz cum. After six days of working out together, and being covered with poz cum, all the while I withheld taking meds, now for two or so weeks, I knew it was time to take things to the next level.

Oh hell-- I can jump right into the club and save them a step in the process- already have my bio tat LOL

I'll second that, I'll do what the top wants usually but I don't really remove anything unless told. That way I get to leave covered in cum, piss, with tears in my clothes or possibly no clothes at all if the top gets fun enough.

Glorious 'Art Gallery' is a reflection of the neighborhood in which it is located ... a total dumpster fire. I've been to this place many times, and the sheer nasty conditions turn me off. Then, the crowd is much older. I've found it's better to go to a bar in the Northwest (can't remember the name, it's a half mile north of McPherson Square Station off 14th St NW) or The Bachelor Mill at Navy Yard Southwest to find good looking black guys to hookup with. That, and if you're in to public scene, Meridian Hill Park. Multiple entrances. Located at the area of 15th / 16th and W / Euclid NW.

Took my first load last night from a fwb bi dad who I occasionally suck off. He texted me if I could come over and service him, and out of the blue started asking what my fantasies were. Of course im just having some fun via text saying how I want to one day get fucked forecibly and be bread, and he says that's hot. Fast forward 30 min and im at his house sucking his cock on his bed. he literally has a picture of him and his wife on the nightstand and im beyond horny looking at it knowing that his cock is mine. After edging him for 20 min and slurping tons of pre cum, he grabs me and pushes me onto the bed. Im kinda taken by surprise but im so horny that im just letting him do whatever he wants. My ass is literally up in the air with my face buried into their pillow when I feel the flicker of his tongue on my hole. All I can think is holy shit... is this going to happen, as he starts tonguing my ass. This goes on for a few minutes, and then suddenly I feel his cock sliding up and down my crack. my mind is spinning and without knowing im slowly pushing back towards him. I feel the tip of his cock slowly push into me and with a painful pop, I knew he was in. I concentrated on his slow strokes, and the pain turned to pleasure and his rhythm picked up. his hands were around my neck pushing my body into the pillow as he fucked me harder and harder. I started to think about his wife and how good my ass must feel to have him want it. Without warning, I hear him moan, you ready? im gonna cum! i yelled fuck yea and then felt him thrust deep and stop. I felt the twitch of his cock and then my hole felt warm and flooded. my body froze as i just realized what happened. I was just bred. I took the load of this guy who i barely know, who has a wife and kids, and completely submitted to him. I felt like a complete cum whore, and i instantly wanted more. He pulled out of me, and i cleaned him up. My ass felt destroyed and soaking wet. I drove home in disbelief, and confused because i secretly want more now....

Late in posting, went to Steamworks on Friday afternoon, took six loads. My hole was so relaxed that after the fourth load, two guys DP'd and shot their loads deep inside me. Driving home, all I could do was think about how wet my hole was with cum.

Just a note to this story. The legal age of consent is 16 in the country where this took place5

Called on a Craigslist ad this morning. Two guys in a local hotel needed head. We swapped pics. All good to go. Got there and they were both better than I expected. Both guys were in late 30s, in from CA and married. Side by side I could tel they played together before and I sucked them both. Uncut cock turns me on and one of then had a nice foreskin. I started sucking the other guy and Mr. Uncut got behind me and spit on my hole and massaged it around. He asked me if I was neg and I said yes. More spit and he started rubbing his cock against my hole. I swear to you, I'd write bad checks for a man who rubs his cock on my wet hole before he fucks me. He pushed it in a little at a time and finally got it all in. Wasn't hugely thick but it filed me up and pushed on my prostate enough to make me drip precum like a leaky faucet. I was still sucking the other guy who was thicker and cut and had big hairy balls. Once my fucker grunted and unloaded the other guy got in and slid in on the jizz. I got two loads in my hole and left the hotel with a smil and a little limp. All done within a 45 minute span. Happy Saturday in DFW.

Last night I attended a frat party, at which, because of summer break, I didn't know many of the guys, although my frat usually invites guys from all the other frat houses around town. Anyhow, we all started drinking, smoking and messing around with each other. I was just wearing a white tank top and some blue shorts with briefs underneath. I got into a conversation with two brothers from town but couldn't help but notice they were continuously staring at my ass. After a few minutes one of the brothers suggested the three of us go upstairs, but before we even stepped foot into one of the bedrooms, the three of us began making out in the hallway. We ended-up undressing in the hall, and then slipped into one of the bedrooms where, when my legs were spread wide, one of the brothers started licking my hole while I blew the other guy. Then the guy who had been rimming me stood-up and slipped his raw cock in my hole. He and his brother switched positions a couple of times until each blew his load deep into my ass, all the while they made-out in front of me. This morning I woke up naked as an anonymous jock pounded my ass. I pushed back onto his cock as he grunted "Yeah, take that cock!" I couldn't believe that I was being bred by a jock, let alone an anonymous jock. In any event, he kept pounding my ass hard until he moaned loudly, blowing a big load in my ass. He slapped my ass and slowly pumped my ass, until he withdrew and taunted me saying "Fuck yeah, you like that poz load in your ass, slut?" I moaned an affirmation of sorts. I only saw his face when he left, and never saw him on campus. Nor did he leave his number. Damn.

PART 6 – DEEP-DICKING THE BITCH Dalton didn’t return to work. He marched right past the lawnmower and went back inside his house. Meanwhile, Brian and I texted Jesse—Dalton’s friend from high school—and told him to get his sweet ass over to our place, making sure he parked a few blocks away and entered discreetly through our back gate. About 20 minutes later, we heard a car pull up in Dalton’s driveway. It was the girl he was dating—I frankly couldn’t remember her name, nor did I fucking care. For the purposes of this story, I’m just going to refer to her as the Dickless Wonder, or maybe just Dickless. She wasn’t trying to be a cockblocker, but she was blocking my cock all the same. She needed to go. After she entered Dalton’s house, the two of them made their way to the pool out back. Brian and I were already sitting in our usual spot for spying on the neighbors’ backyard, and we heard a lot of giggling and whispering, with the girlfriend asking all sorts of questions about just how private this little pool was, and Dalton assuring her that it’s really fucking private, OK? Jeez, let’s just fuck already. But I guess she wasn’t listening, because she just kept asking the same goddamn questions. And finally—thankfully—he ended the conversation by shoving her down to her knees and pulling his cock out of his shorts. By this point, Brian already had me pinned against the fence, his fat raw cock shoved deep in my guts. But here’s the thing: while we knew Dalton had a nice piece of meat between his legs, we really weren’t prepared for the sheer impressiveness of that boy’s dick. So when his monster flopped out of his shorts, I actually gasped. Brian gasped, too. And then Brian shuddered, signaling the deposit of a thick load of sperm deep in my guts. I leaned back and kissed my man deeply. Then he pointed toward our neighbors’ backyard, and I turned to see what I’d missed: Dalton had already stripped the Dickless Wonder naked, positioning her for a doggy-style fuck on one of the poolside lounge chairs. “Spread your cunt,” he said in a low, cold voice. She dutifully reached back to open up her pussy with her fingers, but Dalton didn’t seem to pay much attention to her efforts. Instead, he was busy rubbing his cockhead against her asshole. Sensing where he was going, she gave out a sharp little whine. “Honey, no,” she said, trying to get back on her feet so she could negotiate. “You know I don’t like that.” Dalton didn’t reply. He just pushed her tailbone down, forcing an arch in her back, and brutally shoved his giant dick deep in his girlfriend’s ass. She yelped and told him to stop, trying to squirm away from being buttfucked against her will, but it was no use. He just closed his eyes, pressing down on that bitch’s back and crushing her perky little tits against the lounge upholstery, his hand clamped tight over her mouth to stifle her screams and sobs. After a few minutes of thrusting, he repositioned himself by bringing his feet up onto the lounge, squatting directly over her wrecked asshole and letting his full weight deliver a merciless deep-dicking while the poor bitch’s entire body heaved and convulsed in obvious pain. “Please cum or please stop,” she managed to squeak out between thrusts. “I can’t take this. Baby, please stop.” “You know how to make me cum,” he replied. She was silent. “C’mon bitch,” he said, his voice reduced to a cruel, guttural growl. “If you want this to stop, you know what to do.” She seemed frozen. Then he slapped her hard across the ass, sending her into action. Contorting her body to get maximum reach with one of her arms, Dalton’s girlfriend stretched her hand as far back as she could make it go, past her stretched-out hole, placing two of her fingers against Dalton’s twitching ass—her nails brushing up against that beautiful boyhole covered in a light dusting of late-adolescent fur, every one of his hairs illuminated by the late-afternoon sun. Then she hesitated. “Do it all,” he said, “Do it all, and do it now. If you don’t do it now, I’ll never fucking cream your tight little butt. Which means I’ll just keep going at it. Which means you’ll never get a break from my cock destroying your ass.” Hearing that, she stretched her arm further, slipping two knuckles of each finger into Dalton’s butt. He moaned. “Deeper,” he grunted. She managed to get another knuckle in. “Oh fuck,” he muttered under his increasingly shallow breath, his entire body now making the switch into primal breeding mode. His pounding grew more intense. That went on for at least 5 minutes, until he finally reached back and shoved two of his own fingers up his butt. Only then, with four fingers stretching his own ass, did he finally launch into a full-body thrashing assault on his bitch’s hole, unleashing a torrent of seed in her guts. Brian and I watched this entire display silently, unbelievingly. Afterward, I turned to my man and grinned stupidly, shaking my head. He did the same. “Un-fucking-believable,” he said. All I could do was laugh in response. We turned our attention back to Dalton, who was now giving his girlfriend the silent treatment. Clearly he’d gotten what he needed, and he just wanted her to get the fuck out. We heard snatches of an argument from inside the house, followed by the Dickless Wonder walking angrily to her car, stifling tears, then driving off as her tires screeched against the asphalt. * * * Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see Jesse in nothing but a jockstrap, his face covered in a giant grin. “I didn’t get to see the whole thing,” he said, “But I think I heard half of it from a block away. So tell me: there’s been a rumor around school that he likes fingers in his butt. Is that true?” “Oh, it’s true alright,” Brian replied. “You wouldn’t believe how true. But listen, pig: see that water bong over there? Instead of worrying about your buddy Dalton, you need to be sucking on that glass pipe like the greedy little methwhore you are. Then I want you to blow some nice thick clouds of white smoke on my dick, OK bro?” Jesse grinned and ran over to grab the pipe. Meanwhile, I kept my eye out for Dalton, hoping that he would return to the pool. Sure enough, about 5 minutes later—while Jesse was silently gorging on my husband’s dripping cock between hits on the bong—Dalton reappeared in his backyard, this time wearing his Speedo. Just as I’d hoped: it was time for his evening swim. He dove into the water and began noisily splashing his way across the length of the pool. That was Jesse’s cue to stop worrying about staying quiet—he was now squatting over Brian’s cock, impaling himself on raw dick. I gave Jesse the thumbs-up signal, which meant he could start letting his ass slap noisily against Brian’s body, and he could start letting loose with the occasional moan. For those first few minutes, Dalton didn’t appear to hear any of the action unfolding in our backyard. But then Brian’s cock suddenly shoved past Jesse’s second sphincter, eliciting a sharp yelp followed by a gruff “Fuck yeah” from our partied-up jockboy. That’s when the splashing stopped. Dalton went quiet. I looked through our little peephole to see him treading water for a few moments, craning his neck in our direction to confirm that he heard what he thought he’d heard. As the water grew calm around him, he almost seemed to suspend his breathing. Somehow even the crickets seemed to go silent. And just like that, the only noise penetrating the evening air was the steady slap-slap-slap of Jesse riding Brian’s dick. Dalton silently propelled himself to the edge of the pool, doing his best to lift himself onto the asphalt without making any noise. Standing up now, he craned his neck toward us again. There was no way he couldn’t hear it now: Slap-slap-slap. Grunt. Slap-slap-slap. Fuck yeah. Without hesitation, Dalton walked right up to my peephole. He placed his eye against it—clearly he’d spied on us before. Except this time, instead of seeing our backyard, all he saw was my eye looking back. “Hey, Dalton,” I said. He didn’t respond at first. He just stared. Then after a few moments’ pause, he simply answered: “Hey.” “We’re hanging out with a buddy here,” I said. “If you wanna join, you’re more than welcome.” Again, no answer. Then his eye disappeared, and for a moment I thought I’d lost him. But I didn’t see him, either—it was like he’d just stepped aside to gather his thoughts. Then after a long silence, he answered in a near-whisper: “OK,” he said. Another pause. At last, his eye reentered my line of sight. “OK,” he repeated. “I’ll be right over.” I turned back to Brian and Jesse, who’d paused their fucking to listen to the exchange. Jesse had the most triumphant smile I think I’ve ever seen on anybody, plus he had a giant mess of cum all over his stomach and chest. His cock was still oozing seed as Brian’s dick twitched steadily, rhythmically, deep in that sweet boyhole. “OK, you twisted motherfuckers,” I said with an evil grin, “Our wait is over. It’s time to fuckin’ own this boy.”

I was in Savannah doing work on a case. I usually fly home on Friday, but I'd decided to stay and fly my boyfriend down to see me instead. Then my boyfriend got sick. I had upgraded to a nicer room and I had a car so I thought it wouldn't be a bad weekend to stick around. It did really suck that I hadn't had sex since I last saw my boyfriend and I was really trying to be loyal. Friday night I ate at a place that was pretty good, but since I was alone I sat at the bar and well, since I was alone I probably drank too much. The bartender was nice and was always refilling my drinks quickly. He was kinda cute, but I think he was straight and just working me for a tip. I went back to my room and got online -Grindr. You know because everyone with a boyfriend is on Grindr just to make new friends, right? LOL. This couple was really hot. Both shorter than me - one baseball player build and fit and the other a twink. I was chatting with the baseball player. He said that he liked me, but that he and his partner only played together. He checked with his partner and eventually suggested I should come over. I drove to their place; getting lost twice because I kept missing their street. I got there and we said hi and baseball player was the top and totally acted like it. Twink looked annoyed that I was there at first, but it turns out he just had "bitchy face." Baseball player poured me a vodka and we were chatting and getting comfortable. Baseball player told me to take off my shirt to show him my body. I did and he said, shorts too. I slipped them off and was just in my boxer briefs. They were both clothed. Baseball player refilled my drink and kissed me. He said, "Tell us what you like. I want to hear you say what you want us to do." I said, "I like getting fucked. I like getting used by guys. It's fucking hot. I love sex and love having sex however guys want to have sex." Baseball player was rubbing his crotch in his sweats and the twink actually smiled. One of them asked if I liked to suck cock. I said yeah. Baseball player said, "Take off your underwear." I did and I went over and straddled the twink and kissed him. Then I leaned over and kissed the baseball player while the twink rubbed my cock and ass. Baseball player said, "Let's go upstairs." So we walked over to the stairs and we got about 2 steps up and we all started making out again. Twink was leading the way and he turned around to make out with me. Baseball player started playing with my ass and kissing my neck. Twink opened his shorts and said, "Suck my cock." So, I did. It was a hot cock on a little dude. I was impressed. I licked and sucked it. Head and balls. Baseball player was pushing my head down on Twink's cock and I was letting him do it and trying not to gag when he pushed too far. I think baseball player was getting really turned on because he got naked and was rubbing his cock on my ass. He was rubbing it all over my ass crack and spreading my ass cheeks to let his cock slide all over. He picked my mouth off the Twink's cock and said, "Go get the stuff," and he kissed me. Twink ran upstairs and came back down and I was sucking off the baseball player. He also had a nice cock, probably 8' cut. It was really nice. Nicer than Twink's cock; but twink still had a nice cock. He turned me around again and I saw the lube and poppers get handed to baseball player. I went back to sucking the twink's cock.Twink told me I was a great cocksucker. He said, "I can tell you really love giving head man." Baseball player was fingering my ass with lube and began rubbing his cock along my crack. He kept rubbing it on my ass. I was pushing back to feel more of his cock in my crack as I sucked the twink's cock. He said, "Why don't you sit on twink's cock." I turned around and grabbed twink's cock and lined it up with my ass and sat on it. I winced, but I was drunk enough, horny enough and had lube in my ass so I kept sliding down on it. Fuck it felt good to have a cock in me. I started riding his cock some and the baseball player leaned in and said, "you look so hot riding his cock." He watched me ride twink's cock and stroked his own. Twink was kissing my neck and reached to get the poppers. He did some and then put them under my nose for me to sniff. I was feeling great. I rode his cock like a champ. Twink said, "slow down or you'll make me cum." I said, "that's the point right." I kept riding him. He pushed me up and said, "Turn around." I did and he got behind me and slammed his cock back inside me. I grunted. He started fucking me hard. Baseball player was cheering the twink on. After a few minutes I felt twink get faster and he jammed his cock in my ass and shot his load in my ass. Now it was baseball player's turn. This dude had been sniffing poppers and jerking off watching his boyfriend fuck and breed me. He was so turned on. He said, "My man's cum is the only lube my cock needs." He slide his 8" cock inside me slowly, but forcefully and did not stop until his balls were on my ass. He started fucking me. Long strokes, short strokes, all the way out, jackrabbit. This guy was a great top. Without warning, after a few minutes, he grunted loudly and came in my ass. It was wild sex. I started jerking off and I came on their stairs. it was hot sex. We made out some more. I rode both their cocks again. They both came in me again. I was in heaven by the time I left just before dawn. I went back to the hotel and collapsed into my bed and slept until mid-afternoon.

I'm a text book case for heredity. Bi Dad, Bi Uncle on my mother's side and a Gay older Brother.

I usually go commando under my Levi 501s at work (construction). A lot of times I may stop by a gay theatre wearing t-shirt, jean cutoffs and high top black work boots. If I am commando, I can be down to just my boots in 30 seconds. Comes in handy if there is some action in the dark theatre! Just cutoffs and a t-shirt are easy to keep track of too.

When I bottom all I care about is his cock. Topping is another matter. Currently both my FB are hot. But in the past I have had a couple that were not so hot, but really knew how to fuck. If you know how to use my hole then I really don't care what you look like.

Love a nice ripe pit. Pits are the first thing I check out on a guy. Give me a nice ripe pit, stinky feet, or rip ass and I am in pig heaven.

Last saturday a man rimmed me by almost 30 minutes, I love it, I would like he never finish, I close my eyes and feels so delicious, he open my arse with his fingers and put his tongue so inside, I hope every top rimm his bottom and we do whatever you want. Really.

I am a pretty adventurous guy. Love scat (t & , ws, fisting, cum (lots of it!), taboo...

Chapter II. I couldn’t stop thinking about these POZ guys from my past. The more I thought about how the virus had changed each of them, the more I wanted to play together with them all again. I couldn’t help but feeling sort of sorry for Karl, the one guy who had not moved to NYC and was likely to live out his years free from allowing himself to be a cumwhore. I hadn’t been getting a lot of dick lately, and thinking about those hot POZ guys got me horny. One night, after reading some sexy stories and cruising hook-up sites online, I decided I’d be a bit naughty and check out the scene at a DVD store in midtown. I’d read stories online about video arcades and gloryholes, but I’d never actually been to one. I sort of knew what to expect. I paid a really cute skinny guy in a booth a few bucks and headed down a dark hallway lined with doors. I could hear moans of men fucking on the videos, and moans of men fucking in the booths. I found an empty booth and went in, dropped a few coins into a slot, and flicked through a few channels until I found a video of a guy in a sling surrounded by bearish tops getting ready to fuck him. I unbuttoned my pants and started jerking. After a minute or two, I heard the door to the booth next to mine open. I heard coins plinking, and a movie clicking on. Only seconds later, I saw a beautiful white uncut cock slide through a hole in the wall. Must have been seven inches long, going back to a tuft of chestnut brown pubes and a huge ballsack. I instinctively knelt down and started tonguing that cock. I loved blowing a total stranger. It made my dick drip to think about swallowing this guy’s load, or maybe even letting him fuck me bareback. I swallowed him to the balls and kept my mouth there, allowing him to fuck my throat through the wall. As he pounded into my mouth, I could feel my throat producing lots of spit and he was drooling precum, as his foreskin worked back and forth . I loved not knowing his status as I gulped down his juices. My stranger picked up his pace and then suddenly pulled out of the hole. I heard him bend down and whisper through the hole, “Show me your ass, faggot!” I followed directions and stood up and spun around as fast as I could. I pressed my ass against the cold sticky booth wall, where countless other whores had done the same thing. I shivered thinking about the STDs that had probably been contracted through the wall. I felt a beardy chin scrape against my ass and a warm, wet tongue glide over my ass. This guy chomped down on my ass, chewing and gnawing at my ass, before I felt his fingers start to play with me. His wet digits went into my ass very smoothly and I could feel myself loosening up for him. He withdrew his fingers and I felt an emptiness that was replaced right away by and damp cock. He slapped against my hole a few times and sank the head of his dick into me. I didn’t check, but I am sure he was fucking me bare. I felt like such a slut! My stranger slammed into me a few times, but never deeply. I guess the wall was preventing him from entering me as deeply as he would have liked because he pulled all the way out. “Open your door man, I’m gonna fuck you good!” I scurried over to the door to allow him to enter. I unlocked it, and saw a flash of skin come back through the gloryhole. I was confused until I realized this dick was cut, and shiny from being in someone else’s hole. While distracted, my top stranger entered and relocked the door as he forced my face down to suck this new strange cock. I swallowed the new dick, savoring the taste of some whore’s ass juices on a bare dick. He must have been topping someone bare but hadn’t finished. He was much thicker than the first dick, and I had to stretch my jaw to swallow him down without my teeth gnawing into him. My top thrust into me, causing me to gag on the cut dick in the gloryhole. He must have liked that because he did it again a few times. With no wall between us, he was able to get really deep inside me. I reached down to jerk my dick, and play with his balls. I felt his cock entering me and confirmed that he wasn’t wearing a condom. Even though we were in the same room, and I was giving myself to him raw, I hadn’t seen his face, and he hadn’t seen mine. I didn’t know his name and hadn’t even seen his face. I only knew I wanted and needed his dick. My fucker plowed me for no more than four or five minutes, holding my head down on a strange cock, until he quickened his pace and he trusts became erratic. I knew he about to cum in me. I reached back to hold my cheeks apart for him as he slammed into my ass and began shooting his load. He grunted and moaned as he bred me. That sound got the other guy off and he started cumming hard in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but he came so much it was dripping out of my mouth and down my chin. I pulled off, but he kept cumming, shooting cum right into my eye. I closed my eyes hard, trying to keep them from stinging and was disoriented as my top stood me up to mash his bearded face into mine. He licked the cum out of my eye and off of my chin. When he had tongued the cum from my eyes, I opened them to see a familiar face. It took me a second before I realized it was Karl, the guy from the five-way orgy who was now married and living in the Midwest somewhere! Karl recognized me right as I recognized him and staggered a bit. I felt his load trickling out of my ass as he stood there and chuckled. He shook his head, eventually smiling. “I knew I’d run into someone I knew in a place like this…” I smiled and told him it was my first time. I’m not sure he believed me. “You wanna go grab a cup of coffee and catch up, or you wanna stay here and take some more loads?” I was going to agree to a coffee when he smiled and pointed back at the gloryhole. A new olive-skinned uncut dick had appeared. “Up for sharing this one?” he asked. I smiled and knelt down to gobble it up. Within a few seconds, we were alternating blowing and licking as we kissed across this guy’s thick juicy cock. Karl managed to swallow the whole length better than I was, so I figured out he hadn’t given up cocksucking forever when he got married. He was even fingering his hole as he deepthroated! When the olive dick was good and wet, Karl stood up and backed right onto it. This guy had enough length that he didn’t have a problem getting deep enough to enjoy himself through the wall. Karl rode that dick until he had had his fill and pulled off. He guided that slimy cock into my bare hole and I backed onto it. It went in easy, with all of Karl’s load already lubing me up. I felt almost ripped open as he pounded away. It hurt like hell, but felt so good. “Let me have his load, man! I don’t get many loads where I’m from!” I obliged and pulled off. Karl sank back down on that dick and groaned. We kissed hard as the guy through the wall pounded away. He was shaking the whole partition as he got closer to cumming. “Give it to me! Fucking give me that seed!” The man wasn’t holding back and shouted back, “If you want my dirty seed, you’re gonna get it!!!” Karl froze as he heard those words, realizing that the dick in his hole was probably POZ. But it was too late to do anything about it, and the guy fucked his load into his ass. I made out with him hard as the guy finished off and Karl stood up slowly. My fingers found their way to Karl’s stretched out hole and felt the POZ top’s load already starting to ooze out. I flipped Karl around and dove into his hole, working that toxic seed in and out of his ass. When I had a mouthful of cum, I stood Karl up and fed it to him. The door must have been left unlocked, because I heard it creak open. Standing in the doorway was Pete, Karl’s ex-boyfriend, nude, with a towel draped over his shoulder. He was jerking his monster cock smiling at us. “Hey there strangers. Want to stay here and fuck around, or take this party back to my place?” Karl and I were all over him. Karl kissed him as I knelt down and took his POZ dick in my mouth. I was ready to let Pete breed both of us, but he pulled me off of his dick. “I have a better idea. Let’s see if we can recreate some magic that happened a decade ago… Let’s go back to my place and see if I can invite some friends over…” Without hesitation, we got dressed and headed back to Pete’s place. To be continued.

[i snapped this photo during last night's slam-and-breed session with a hung, twisted perv. I'm still high as fuck...] CHAPTER 4 - TRISTAN Tristan has been our dealer for the last two years. Back when we met him, we were looking for a more dependable connection. A mutual friend described him as “an entrepreneurial sadist,” so we decided to give the guy a try. I’ll never forget walking into his apartment for the first time. Tristan, dressed only in a ballcap and wife-beater, sat in a huge chair—a throne, almost—at the far end of the room. He was dirty-blond and scruffy and tattooed, with a hard look on his handsome face. Between his muscular thighs, he had an uncut cock fat enough to send an inexperienced bottom to the emergency room. It glistened and dripped like he'd just pulled it from a wet hole. Between us and Tristan, in the middle of the room, a handsome kid in a jockstrap—I’m guessing he was 19, maybe 20—was flat on his stomach, a pillow crammed underneath his crotch to elevate his little musclebutt. He was struggling against three guys who’d pinned him to the floor while a fourth dude thrust his raw dick deep into the kid’s hole. They’d muzzled him, too; all we could hear were wordless croaks of protest. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks streaked with tears. Then came a thrust so hard we heard something snap, or burst open, or give way. The bottom shook his head violently. Through his muzzle, we could hear him break down into full-bodied sobs—but the top didn’t let up, not for a second. He just kept on plowing that butt, plunging his dick in deep. Meanwhile, in the crotch of my jeans, as my dick hardened up until it strained the fabric down to about mid-thigh, a pool of viral precum began bleeding through the denim, quickly forming a four-inch-round wet spot. “Don’t worry—the kid will warm up to it eventually,” Tristan said to me and Brian, motioning for us to join him on the other side of the room. “We haven’t given him any T yet, so he hasn't discovered that he’s a filthy fuckin’ whore.” Then he turned to the group of guys fucking the boy. “Hey, Carlos—give our brand-new little barebacker a booty bump, will ya? I’m tired of all this crying bullshit.” Carlos, a hairy Latino guy with an uncut cock, let out a big laugh. “Drew is already one step ahead of you, boss. He just dipped the head of his cock into the baggie.” “Fuck yeah,” added another guy—apparently Drew, a dark-haired, smooth-chested dude in his mid-20s. He wrapped his hand around the base of his downward-curving cock, proudly showing off the white crystals studded all over his mushroom head. “Let me in there,” he said to Carlos. “I wanna get this faggot fucked up.” Carlos moved aside. Drew placed his Tina-covered cock against the kid’s hole, spread that virgin butt wide open with a powerful pair of hands, and made his delivery with a single brute shove. The kid screamed through the muzzle as shards of crystal tore across the thin tissues of his hole. Unfazed, Drew just kept working those chems deeper, pounding away until the kid’s screams faded into a stunned silence. “I guess I should’ve introduced you,” Tristan said as he checked the weight on our 8-ball. “The boy with the big dick in his hole? That’s my nephew Sebastian. Devout Jesus freak and a total fucking closet case. Last week I caught him jacking his dick—nice dick, actually—while flipping through some of the old gay porn magazines I’d stashed in my parents’ basement in the ‘90s. When I confronted him about it, he gave me some lame excuse, and I pretended to believe him. Then, just to assure him that everything was cool, I suggested he drop by my place tonight to play board games. Seriously, dude: he thought I wanted to play board games! Anyway, as soon as he walked in the door, these four guys grabbed him from behind, stripped off his clothes, pinned him to the ground, and crushed his sweet little cherry. It’s about time somebody raped some sense into him, you know?” Just then, a violent coughing fit erupted from the center of the room. I glanced back to see Sebastian on his back, muzzle off, legs spread, one arm raised high in the air, eyes wild with confusion. One of the tops was placing a cap on a syringe, grinning at his handiwork as that doomed little cunt rode the dark wave of his first slam. “So much for following Jesus,” Tristan said to us with a dark laugh. “You guys like what you see?” We didn't answer right away. We were too busy watching as a top with a red-and-black biohazard tat pressed his dick against Sebastian's hole and plowed right in. The kid’s whole body shivered and twitched. He whimpered a few times. And then he began making a long, low moaning sound, pulling his legs back for a better view of the poz cock fucking him in half. Brian nodded. “Oh, yeah. Slammed up and knocked up, just like a good boy should be.” “OK, so here’s something that might interest you,” Tristan replied. “Half of my business is selling the best shit in town. The other half is pimping out boys. I like to get ‘em hooked on slamming T, you know? But this is important: I never, ever teach ‘em how to slam. If they want that syringe in their arms, they have to come to me. And I treat ‘em well, too: I give ‘em my best shit, and I never miss. My only hard-and-fast rule is that they can’t get slammed by anybody else without my permission. If they break my rule, they’re out on the fuckin’ street.” He paused for a moment to give his cock a twitch. “Anyway, here’s what I’m trying to say: I’d love for you guys to recruit some hot little fags for me to slam up and whore out.” “Um, wow,” said Brian, laughing. “I think we might be into that.” “Thank you,” Sebastian gasped. I glanced back to see him getting plowed by the same guy, the kid's fingers carefully tracing the outline of the dude's biohazard tat. “You're welcome, boy," the top replied, smiling a cocky smile as he plunged in deep. "This cunt of yours was built for taking my cum." “Listen, pig: focus,” Tristan said with a crooked grin. I turned back to face him. “Here's what I'm thinking. Anytime you guys find a boy who, in your expert opinion, has a sweet tight cunt that would bring some serious business my way, go ahead and send him to me. In return, I’ll give you some free product—maybe even a shitload of free product, if the boy’s got some serious moneymaking potential.” Brian and I glanced at each other, both of us grinning like it was our first time at the bathhouse. There was no need for further discussion. It was obvious that we'd just stumbled into the perfect gig. And the best part of the whole thing? We haven’t paid for an 8-ball since. * * * Brian and I led Jace to the apartment, telling him to knock on the door. He knocked. Tristan answered, wearing only a ballcap. His lean torso tapered into a set of defined abs, the shape of his body acting like a funnel as it drew our eyes toward the heaviness of his cock. “Hey there,” he said to Jace, locking eyes with our brand-new chemwhore. “You’re high as fuck, aren’t you?” “I guess so,” Jace stammered. “Good boy. That’s exactly what I like to see.” Then Tristan flexed his cock, making it swing upward and slap against his stomach—a favorite trick. He smirked as Jace licked his lips. “You like my cock, bro?” “Fuck yeah, dude.” Tristan wrapped his hand around his dick, flexing it again to send a rivulet of precum flowing down the length of the shaft. “I want to bury this big raw cock in your hungry little tweakhole, faggot. Got it?” Jace didn't answer at first. He was open-mouthed and glassy-eyed, his belt unbuckled, his hand shoved down the back of his jeans. Through the fabric, I could see that he was fingerfucking his partied-up hole. He nodded. “I need a louder answer than that, pig.” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy. You hungry for some more smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir.” “Then follow me, boy. Follow me back to my chair.” They walked across the room. Tristan sat down in his chair, then motioned for Jace to stop in his tracks. “Just stay there for the moment. This is my chair, bro. You’ll sit down when I give you permission to sit down. Got it?” “Yes, sir.” Tristan picked up the pipe. “I forget: did you say you wanted some smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir!” “Well, here’s the deal. I’m not feeding you any until you climb up on this chair and take a seat all the way down my dick. All the fucking way down. I want to feel your taint pressed against my fuckin’ stomach. Got it, fag?” “Fuckin’ A, sir!” “Good boy.” Jace didn't give himself a chance to think about it. He immediately clambered onto the chair, straddled Tristan, and placed the head of that dick against his butt. He didn’t tease it or jack it. Instead, he immediately got to work, sitting down on the full length of Tristan’s raw cock with a single piercing grunt. Tristan looked over at us, his face lit up in a twisted grin. “Fuck, you guys. This ass is worth a month’s supply of shit, easy.” Meanwhile, Jace was staring longingly at the pipe in Tristan's hand. “Sir," he said—unable to disguise his hunger for more chems—"Can I please smoke now?” “Of course, pig,” Tristan replied. He placed the pipe against Jace’s lips, feeding that faggot a long series of big hits. Brian and I watched the impressive cloud formations, then began gathering our things to head back home Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan grab a rubber strap and tie it snugly around Jace's bicep. "This looks like it's gonna hurt," Jace said. “It's not gonna hurt, buddy boy. You just stay still. You’re gonna love this. I promise. It’s a little something I like to call it the Point-Five Surprise. A nice big slam for my hot little bitchboy.” “OK, dude," Jace replied. "I fuckin' love that smoke. I'll do anything to get more." “I know you will, pig. And in about 10 seconds, you'll do anything...and then some.” Brian and I closed the door behind us. As we walked down the hall, we heard a long series of loud, breathless coughs, one after another. By the time we reached the elevator, the coughs had been replaced by the rhythmic smack of skin against skin as Tristan plowed Jace’s freshly slammed-up hole. * * * When Brian and I arrived back home, we heard a quiet, rhythmic splashing from the backyard of Dalton’s house. Was Neighbor Boy swimming laps? We figured it was worth checking out, so we quietly made our way to the backyard, sneaking over to our secret vantage point near the fence. We weren’t disappointed. Dalton was alone in the pool, swimming freestyle laps in a Speedo. The curve of his ass bobbed along the surface of the water, and each of his calves splashed to the surface in quick succession as he kicked his way back and forth in front of us. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath before pulling himself out of the pool, the water cascading down his back and splashing against the muscled perfection of his ass. Then, with a single casual flick of his thumbs, he dropped his Speedo to the ground, stepped out of it, leaned over to grab a towel, and wrapped himself up before heading back inside. His Speedo was still on the pavement. And in the next moment—as Brian slid his raw dick into my hole, both of us dripping precum like a couple of teenagers—I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about that brief glimpse of Dalton’s amazing butt. “His parents leave in two days,” Brian whispered in my ear. “Do you know what that means?" "What's that, babe?" "In two days, that sweet ass is gonna be ours.”

CHAPTER 3 – JACE THE WHORE I love watching Brian plow a neg hole. He likes to get a boy on all fours, back arched—the position of total surrender. He grabs a giant handful of the boy’s musclebutt in each hand. Then, after impaling that poor unsuspecting bitch on his fat poz dick, he pulls back to expose the length of his shaft, throwing the full weight of his body into another deep thrust, his stomach and balls smacking hard against the boy’s wide-open hole. More often than not, a full thrust of Brian’s raw dick produces my favorite sound that humans can make: an involuntary primal grunt, emanating from somewhere deep in the gut, like pain and hunger at the same time. When he’s fucking a negboy, Brian pulls out every few minutes to slather more Tina-laced lube on his dick, leaving that hungry hole empty and gaping and slick with toxic precum while the boy whimpers a little louder and reaches back to spread his hole a little wider. With every dose of chems – with every shard of Tina smeared into that twitching fuckhole—the boy’s hunger keeps building, his fears and shames falling away as he gives in to a desperate, almost delirious craving. He starts mumbling incoherently, bits of pigtalk interspersed with sounds that aren’t quite words, but not quite moans either—the primal ravings of a bitch in heat. Before long, he’ll be making sharp backward hip-thrusts, impaling his chemmed-up jockhole at an increasingly rapid clip—smack, slap, slosh—as the skin on his bubble butt grows red from the pounding. If he’s like most boys, he doesn’t stop to ask questions when I put the Tina bong in front of him. By that point, he’s already tweaking on the chems in his butt, so he doesn’t put up a fight. He just wordlessly wraps his mouth around the glass stem, looking up at me with those pitch-black pupils as the bong chamber turns solid white and he eagerly fills his lungs with smoke. With every cloud billowing out of his mouth, he arches his back a little more sharply to elevate his fuckhole a little further toward the ceiling. There’s no question now: his ass is ours. In less than an hour, we’ve managed to transform a nice, upstanding kid into a helpless faggot with a Tina-fueled hunger for dick. I make sure to teach him the basic skills: how to take a nice deep hit, hold his breath for a few moments, and wrap his mouth around my cock before exhaling a thick cloud down the length of my shaft. (“Good boy,” I always say, which he usually answers with a muffled moan.) And while Brian’s cock keeps plunging its full length into that raw cumhole, I look down on our sweet, naïve, fucked-up negboy with a crooked smile of sadistic pride. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s get back to Jace. * * * After getting dressed, I headed back to the pool party. Jace followed just a few steps behind like some kind of forlorn pup. When we rejoined the group near the pool, I gave Brian a little wink. He walked over to Jace, chatted briefly with him, and led him back inside. They were gone for about five minutes. When they returned, Jace looked a little more flushed than before, and Brian was grinning the cockiest of grins. “I took him to the bathroom,” he whispered in my ear. “Then I worked a nice big shard of T up inside his butt with my dick. Had to keep my hand over his mouth to keep that bitch from sobbing with pure joy.” “You breed him?” “Not yet. Gotta keep his cunt on edge, you know?” “Good thinking, babe. Now it's my turn.” I turned toward Jace, flashing him a crooked grin before walking back into the house. He followed me to the bathroom. I locked the door behind us. Almost by instinct, he simply turned around, pulled down his swimsuit, and leaned over the toilet to expose his hole. I placed my palm over his mouth and shoved my cock inside him in a single rough thrust. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes and his hole spasmed in pain, but he nodded encouragement. I began pounding his twitching cunt with my raw dick. “Brian and I are heading back home in 5 minutes,” I whispered in his ear. “Cancel your plans. Be at our door in half an hour. Got that, pig?” He nodded again. “Good. Because I know you’re hungry for seed.” I felt a cold shudder run through his body. Goosebumps formed on his back. And then I pulled out, giving his ass a hard smack. “See you soon, faggot.” * * * Almost exactly 30 minutes later, I found Jace standing anxiously at our front door. He looked directly into my eyes and managed a single word: “Please.” I nodded and gestured him inside. Five minutes later, my dick was back inside his raw fuckhole. Brian placed the glass pipe against Jace’s lips and lit the chamber. “I’ll tell you when to inhale,” he said. “You ever play with Tina?” Jace shook his head no. I grunted in appreciation—as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing hotter than a chempig initiation—and my cock twitched as I delivered a little bump of precum into that boy's newly partied-up butt. Meanwhile, with my cock still lodged deep inside him, I grabbed my phone to call Tristan, our dealer. (I'd been sending him updates throughout the day, so he knew what we'd been up to.) Tristan and I never bothered with formalities. "Please tell me that boy came back," he said when he picked up the phone. "Please tell me you're bringing that hungry hole to me." "Oh, he’s fuckin' ready, dude. In fact, he just blew a giant cloud on Brian's cock. Want him?” "Yes. In fact, I've set aside a very nice reward for you guys. A finder's fee, you might say." “Fuck yeah, bro. We can head that way in a few. He doesn’t have any loads in him yet, so you can be the first.” "Sweet! Get here fast, fucker." And with that, Tristan hung up. I pulled my dick from Jace’s hole, eliciting a truly pathetic whimper. “Don’t you worry, pig,” I said to him. “We’re taking you to meet our friend Tristan. He’s very eager to make a little money off this chemmed-up musclebutt. You ready to be a whore, boy?” “Yes, sir.” “OK, but let's be totally clear about one thing: I didn’t say slut. What did I say?” “You said whore.” “That’s right, boy. I said whore. And by that I mean a literal whore—a trashy fuckin’ pig who eagerly spreads his hole for any dude with a fistful of cash. Got that?” He moaned and reached back to expose his butt, now leaking a steady stream of lube and precum. “That's what I like to see, boy. Now get your fuckin' clothes on.” MORE SOON...