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Rob and myself had made plans to test out the dark world of evil men and substance abuse. Yes! we both had been into "pnp", chem-sex for quite some time but felt it had become stale and not as "on the edge" as we first enjoyed it. Rob and I had joined some on-line Satanic Worship groups and had also met a few very wickedly handsome Masters who enjoyed us newbie Satanic slaves who were so ready to submit to Sarah Palin and his earthly Lord & Master . Boss Owner of slaves, was an older man of early sixtys, tall and of soilld white stock with a mscular upper body, thick upper legs and a firm round bubble butt. His, firm, tan body was covered with dark hair with his skull shaved smooth and a masculine go-t. His scar built nipples were pierced with heavy guage rings as was his mushroom head on his dick. Thick, long and veiny, Boss's proud tool of Domination and Power hung front and center and was to be serviced worshipped and pleasured. As slaves that was a more than an eager sericeto perform. I just finnished shaving my whole body head to toe smooth and hairless. That way any custom made leathers and gear would fit perfectlysnug and tight to every part on the body Boss perfed hairless slaves as so not one thing gets in way of their use and abuse. cock and ball rings and stretchers were put on then my super tight unlined black leather jeans were pulled up my legs and over my ass cheeks with a thick belt closing it all in but all so buldging out. harness boots, a chest harness and bar vest open to the chest was my look. i tied my full leather slave hood and locking bondage collar with metal chain lead to my side belt. just in case i meet a MASTER who wants to hood n collar me in public. only three fresh rigs left and no product to fill them with. i like to slam and with the real good stuff pure crystal shards that have an extra kick or chemmical bite to them and a good overwhelming sexperv rush once slammed hard into my vein. got to call my dealer and see if i can pick it up on my way out to the bars tonight. Brent was my meth and other substance dealer. if you needed it he could get it and it was always good shit. Brent had been in prison for a few years for dealing and was proud of it. he was not black but acted like a black bro with his speech, body language and his hair was done in tight cornrows. most of his buds were black guys who also were dealers, hustlers and your basic street thugs. they were always around Brent and i even had to go through them at his front door, once buzzed in they would follow me down to his basement office where many of his deals were made. i showed up in full leathers with the black guys looking at me. "thats cool man, you lookin like Shaft" White boy want to be black? Boy wanna have black man in it? we were already in Brents office as two of the big black thugs were mandhandling me like a side of beef. i was getting a bit horny as the two of them had very large cocks trying to get out of there pants. One black dude liked the leather clad body and said i wanna fuck ur ass, boy. You a tweaker boy? i know u are cause your here to buy shit. by now i was forced back down and onto a couch with one of the black dudes pressing his whole body down on mine and holding back my wrists. I wanna slam you full of meth boy and then have a black mans way with a white boy. your gonna like it cause im gonna give it to ya nice and strong and then ur gonna be begging for it, greedy fuckchempig so ass horny for our long and thick black dicks. Brents voice could be heard from across the room, "got some real strong stuff from Mexico if you wanna try it out on this pig. hes one of my regular customers and i dont think you two will have any issues with him. before i knew it i was up and bent over a table with my hands cuffed behind me. the black guy hooded my head real tight and locked it all in with my collar. my jeans were pulled down to my boots with ass exposed and horny black me about. i then felt a cold swab of my arm behind me and a tie off. then without a word a sharp prick and "are you filming this" from one guy before my whole body started to hot rush and flash as my dick driped and my ass caught fire i begain to go wild with chem injected mind and body sexual use and abuse. i heard them laugh out as i became a drooling, oversexed drugged fuckslamslut. before i could start begging for cock both my ass and mouth were filled with thick african man meat. i was theres and belonged to them as they controled me as i so wanted it. a white slave for black Tops. all night long i was slammed and fucked while being locked or cuffed down, helpless without any escape. my legs chained high over my head and arms spread out i could see a black guys reaction as he held his dick in my hole and at same time slammed an arm vein. he smilled and grined a wicked smerk as he pushed down the plunger sending all the meth into me his deep within me cock became harder and fuller as he felt the rush i felt in my ass wall tissue. "i like to drug and fuck whites til they are raw, red, bloody, sore and loaded with black mans man juice.

Part II. ‘Wait… I just wanted to play with you two,’ Sam said, seeming more excited than scared. My boy stroked his hair as he ran his fingers through the fresh cum on Sam’s chest, ‘You came here for cum, right? You’ll get cum… As much as you can handle… Maybe more… Maybe something extra…’ Sam just nodded. ‘Lean back,’ my boy ordered, ‘Play with your hole.’ Sam’s eyes glazed over as he leaned against the wall, exposing his hole. I had loosened it up when I ate him before blowing my load, so Sam’s fingers didn’t meet much resistance as his worked a digit in to the first knuckle. My boy grabbed Sam’s wrist and brought it to his chest, smearing my cum onto his fingers. ‘Work that seed into your hole, boy. I promise it’ll feel better.’ Sam nodded and scooped a big glob of cum up; he shuddered as he smeared it first onto, and then into his quivering ass. He’d never taken a load before, and mine was the first up his guts. ‘Yeah, Sammy,’ my boy encouraged him, ‘Show us that pretty hole. Get us all worked up so we give you our cum!’ Sam got excited about putting on a show for his new friends and worked two fingers into his hole as far as they would go. My boy leaned forward and lapped up a wad of cum, then spat it right onto Sam’s asshole. Sam groaned as he added a third finger to his slackening boypussy. My boy’s friends shouldered their way forward to get a better look. One was short and stocky, covered front and back with black body hair. He fisted his cock and nudged my boy out of his way. ‘You want my cum, boy?’ Sam nodded in anxious approval. ‘Here is comes!!!!!’ He shot his sticky load directly onto Sam’s ass and fingers. ‘Work my load into your ass, boy! Take my cum!’ Sam looked a bit apprehensive. ‘Then let me do it!’ The man smacked Sam’s sticky fingers out of his hole and started grinding his bare cock against it. ‘I’ve… I’ve never been fucked!!!! I’m not ready!!!’ The man grinned over his shoulder and me and my boy. ‘I won’t fuck you, boy. Just gonna put my cum where it belongs…’ The man smeared his still-oozing cock into Sam’s asscrack and leaned forward. His weight spread Sam’s legs and hole wider. The man groaned as the last drops of cum oozed directly into Sam’s open butt. This boy had just taken his second load of cum and still hadn’t been fucked, but our seed was mixing inside him all the same. The stocky bear moved out of the way and another guy stepped forward, old enough to Sam’s father. He was balding except for grey patches of hair over his ears and a long well groomed mustache. He was a bit overweight, with a roundish belly, but carried himself in a very sexy way. He also had a HUGE thick hard cock. The man was naked except for a pair of trouser socks and dress shoes. I figured he went for the boys with a daddy fetish, but he didn’t give poor Sammy a choice. The man leaned forward and pulled apart Sam’s ass cheeks. The man looked at me, ‘Help me open him up some more…’ My boy and I stepped forward, each grabbing a thigh and spreading Sam wider open than he had ever likely been before. The man dove in, licking both sides of Sam’s crack, and then working the cum off of Sam’s balls and thighs, smearing it right into Sam’s now gaping hole. The man crawled on top of Sam, pressing his weight onto Sam’s belly, making him grunt. I noticed gobs of seed in the man’s mustache. The man tongued Sam’s mouth. Sam realized the bear’s fresh cum on the man’s mustache and started licking it off. He seemed so pleased with himself that he smiled. The man pulled off of Sam and smacked him on the side indicating that he should turn over. ‘Don’t fuck me, man! I just came here for cum, not to get fucked!’ The man rolled his eyes at us and hissed back, ‘I’m not gonna fuck you, boy, but you get my cum!’ He pulled Sam onto his knees, forcing the small of Sam’s back down so his ass was high and prone for fucking. The man eased his long thick cock into Sam’s ass crack and started rutting. He wasn’t fucking Sam, but his cock was gliding through the cummy mess between Sam’s cheeks and sliding back and forth. Sam moaned with pleasure as the man faux-fucked him. Sam kept squirming, so my boy and I helped hold his hips in place so the man could really work Sam’s crack. Just the sloppy friction was enough to get that man ready to squirt. ‘You want my load, boy?’ Sam threw his head back, ‘Yes!!! Give me your cum!!! I want all your cum!!!’ ‘You might just get more than that!!!’ I saw right then that the man had a biohazard tattoo on the small of his back. I knew Sam hadn’t seen it, not that he would have known what it meant even if he had. I glanced at my boy and pointed to the man’s tattoo, and my boy just winked at me. Was my boy purposefully trying to get Sam stealthed? All because he hadn’t sucked his cock? The man shot his load onto Sam’s back, then scooted backwards so the rest of his cum landed squarely onto Sam’s ass. He shook his cock a few times flinging off more seed, then used it to mop up the sticky mess, aiming it all to drool right down onto and into Sam’s ass. The scene was pretty hot, especially knowing that this man’s cum was probably toxic. The third guy stepped up and nudged the older man out of his way. He was pretty cute, early 20s, a twink with a buzzcut and a muscular slim hairless body. His cock swung between his legs, plump and thick, but not too long. He slapped Sam’s ass with his cock a few times, sliding around in several guy’s spunk, then laid down beside Sam on the bed. He pulled Sam down beside him, raising up one leg. He speared his thick cock right at Sam’s hole a few times as Sam whimpered, ‘No… Please don’t fuck me… Don’t… Don’t… Fuck me… Don’t… Fuck me…’ The guy smiled at us and gave us a thumbs up. He then arranged his cock so the head was right at Sam’s cummy hole. He swiveled his hips slightly, so he wasn’t technically fucking Sam, but his hole was widening and loosening up so it went ever-so-slightly further in each time. Sam kept moaning, ‘Don’t… Fuck me… Fuck… Fuck me… Please… Don’t… Fuck… Fuck me!!!!’ After a few moments, the guy was at least two inches inside of Sam… Sam gasped for air, squirming around. ‘Whatever you’re doing feels so good. Please… Don’t stop…’ The guy raised his eyebrows and kept swiveling his hips. He asked, as he kept moving his hips, ‘But you don’t want to get fucked here, right? Just bred, a little, right.’ ‘Yeah, man. Just breed me. A little.’ ‘You asked for it! And you’re gonna get it!’ The man held his hip still for the first time and I watched as his balls contracted, firing his load into Sam’s guts. He was only maybe half-way inside Sam, and he pulled out as he was finishing shooting. Sam rolled over onto his back and pulled his knees up, mashing four fingers into his puffy red cum-streaked asshole. I drooled as a saw a big glob drip out of his hole. Sam smiled up and me, and reached for my hand, then reached for my boy’s hand. ‘Thanks guys! That was amazing… But I don’t want to be done yet…’ My boy grinned at me. ‘If you want to, I think I’d like for both of you to fuck me. Maybe even breed me a little!’ My boy nodded and leaned forward to kiss Sam. I leaned forward too, but down to his ass. I felched out a big dollop of cum and spit it onto my boy’s cock before guiding it down to Sam’s gaping pussy. To be continued…

Took 14 loads from 12 cocks at the Halloween party. My cunt is still quivering and dripping all the fucking cum out.

Fuck yeah man! Well said.

I luv to eat ass. Licking a nice butt hole deeply for a long time. By the time I slide my cock in its usually wet and ready for me. I luv to slide in slowly, savoring the sensations as my cock slides all the way in.

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

Many of you who read my posts know I travel a lot for my job. Being in hotels in different cities all the time gives me some great opportunities for anonymous sex with strangers. My weaknesses are bbc, str8 men and anonymous sex. This encounter gave me all three. I was out of town on business and had posted an ad on the local craigslist site. And it had been a pretty good evening. Shortly after my ad posted, I hooked up with another guest at the same hotel. He said he was str8, but needed to get blown, but he was not interested in anal. So I invited him to my room. He arrived in less than five minutes, and within another five minutes had blown his load into my mouth and left. This was certainly a good start, but I needed a lot more dick for that evening. Not long after the first guy left, I received a reply from a local 21 year old kid who lived just a few blocks from the hotel. He wanted to fuck, but insisted on using a condom. Although I prefer bareback, his pics were so hot and his dick was so rock hard in the pic, that I was willing to put up with the condom - just to have him inside me. He arrived at my room less than 15 minutes after we confirmed online. He came into my room, quickly undressed and climbed up on the bed, and lay on his back. His eight inch youthful dick was sticking straight up in the air. I also undressed, climbed up on the bed, slid between his legs and began to suck his cock and balls, and after a couple of minutes, I began licking under his balls, eventually going for his asshole. He groaned in approval so I lifted his legs, which gave me a nice view of his soft, pink, puckered hole. I licked across the hole and he moaned loudly so I flicked my tongue across it several times, then drove my tongue up into his hole. He clearly loved the attention, so I rimmed his sweet ass for a few minutes. I could tell he was really turned on. Then I came up from his ass. Lowered his legs and I straddled him. With his rock hard cock rubbing against my ass crack, I leaned down and sucked one of his nipples. His cock bounced against my ass in approval. He was loving me sucking on his tits. I took several minutes to suck first one, then the other nipple. He was grinding his hips. His cock rubbing up and down my ass crack as he ground against me in ecstasy. As I was flicking my tongue across his stiff nipples, I reached behind me and placed his cock at my asshole. I squeezed my ass cheeks on his cockhead. And his hips continued to grind into me. Perhaps I can get his cock up inside me, uncovered, after all. I came up off his nipples. I spit onto my middle and pointer fingers and slid the saliva up into my ass. I did this a couple of times to get myself thoroughly lubed. I spit once more into the palm of my hand and lubed up his throbbing, young cock. Then I placed his now leaking cockhead against my asshole. I expected him to stop me, so he could put on a condom. But he was enjoying it all too much to stop me. I lowered my ass down onto his cock. His cockhead pushed through my sphincter. He still didn't stop me. I slowly lowered my ass, so that I had the entire length of his 8"s inside me. I grabbed the bottle of poppers I had laying next to us and took a deep hit. He reached up for the bottle. I handed it to him and he also took a deep hit. Now, I started to ride. After about 5 minutes of riding and his grinding up into me, he said, "Get on your knees". I climbed off him and got on my hands and knees. Pointing my ass towards him. He rose up behind me. Spit on my asshole. And spit again on his cock. Then in one swift thrust, he slid back up inside me. He was serious, now. He wanted to cum. He grabbed me around the waist and repeatedly slammed in and out of me. In less than 2 minutes he was groaning and grunting. I knew he was close. Finally, he slammed up into me and let out a loud groan. I squeezed my ass tightly on his young cock. And I could feel his cock throb as he emptied his balls into me. He pulled out. And without a word, proceeded to dress and left my room. I lay there on the mattress, trying to catch my breath. It was now past midnight and I thought I'd better delete my CL post and get to sleep. Just as I logged back onto my computer, I saw another reply to my CL post. I read the email. It said, "I'm a 40 year old, straight, black guy. I'm also staying at the same hotel. I wouldn't mind a blow job or fucking a tight hole if you're up for it. But, it has to be anonymous. Your room has to be dark. I don't want to see you. Or for you to see me. If you're up for that, let me know". That sounded hot. I replied back that I was interested. I gave him my room number and told him I'd fix the door, so that all he had to do was push on the door to come in. I would have all the lights off and curtains drawn. He could find me kneeling on the edge of the bed. He quickly replied that he was heading for the elevators, and would be there in a few minutes. I flipped off all the lights. Took my position, kneeling on the back edge of the bed. I had laid a bottle of lube next to me. And I had my bottle of poppers in my hand. The next minute or two seemed to drag on as I anticipated hearing the door open. Sure enough, I soon heard the door push open. The do not disturb sign that I had used to place between the door lock and the door frame dropped to the tile entry floor as he stepped into my room. Upon hearing that, I took a deep breath of poppers. I could hear his footsteps as he came up behind me. I heard the sound of his zipper and belt buckle as he opened his fly. Soon I felt his finger probe my asshole. He could feel that I was already lubed up with saliva and cum from the kid that just fucked me. Without saying a word, he then put his hard cockhead up to my hole and pushed up inside me. Damn, it hurt. Even the last fuck hadn't opened me up enough to take his 9", thick bbc. It took a couple of more deep breaths of poppers, before I could relax enough to allow him to slide fully up inside me. He wasn't interested in taking his time. He wanted a tight hole. And he wanted to get off quickly. I could hear his belt buckle clank as his pants dropped all the way to the floor. And his thrusts began. He'd pull nearly all the way out of my ass, then quickly slam back into me. His body would make a slapping sound as he pounded against my ass. He was silent. Not even groaning or grunting as he repeatedly slammed in and out of my ass. The only sound was the mattress slapping against the wall. And our flesh slapping together. A good 10 minutes went by, then I could hear his breathing getting heavy. He was getting close. I squeezed my ass tightly around his cock. He finally let out a load growl and let his load fill my gut. Then he quickly pulled from me. I could hear his pants being pulled up and his belt being buckled. The zipper went up and I heard footsteps towards the door. Just as I heard the door open, I was able to turn my head to the door to see the shadow of a tall, 6'+, slender, muscular black man leaving my room. I went back to my computer where I found a couple of more replies to my CL ad, but I was spent. It was now close to 1:00 AM, and I had work to do in the morning. I deleted my CL ad, but not before sending a quick reply to the messages I had already received, telling thee guys I was done for the night, but would be up to do it all again tomorrow. The next night I put up my CL ad a few hours earlier, and ended up with six loads that next night, but I'll have to write about that evening in another post.

I was dripping sweat and getting ready for an easy day after my workout. I was up early to hit the gym before work, but on the way I was called off for the day. With pay. Heading to the lockerroom I was thinking abouthat rubbing out a nut in the showers. I love shooting my batter all over the floor, walls, and shower knob for the straight men to walk in, see, and touch. My phone vibrated next to my visably swollen cock in my gym showers. Freeballing is best in basketball shorts. It was a text from a gifter that travels through my area occasionally. I had been loaded up by him in the outhouse at a nearby park months earlier. He had never before actually found a chaser down for a verbal poz gifting. And he had it to give. Dirty pervy talk of blasting toxic cum in my ass, christening my membership into the brotherhood. That breeding, hot as it was, didn't convert me. I test several times a year, last neg on all accounts. I want to know the moment I carry the gift. Toxic. Fresh. HVL. He was back in town for a day, carrying some party favors. Here I was. A day where I was off work, no one knew I was off, and I could slip away for 7-9 hours. 30 minutes later I pulled up to the hotel with a raging boned tucked into my waistband leaking precum onto my happy trail, filling my bellybutton. I walked to his room heart pounding. The door was cracked and I walked in. I took no time stripping to nothing. He wasted no time asking how I wanted the bump. "Fucked into my ass, on your cock. Please." He snorted some, then placed a few rocks behind his dick head as I bent over on the cheap bed, offering him my ass with a dollop of my spit as lube. He placed his cock head on my pink hole and slammed it base deep. He had prepared with a strong dick pill and a rubber cock ring. His bone stayed rock hard, despite the t. "Yea take that Tina into your hot pussy. You love that poz cock don't you?" I did. I pushed back moaning, begging for him to destroy me. I felt burn then rush of the drug. This is what I am. A faggot cumdump for all loads. To be used up in service of men. He came quickly the first time. Keeping buried -and rock hard- he blasted 4 loads into my neg hole that day over the course of 6 hours. During the long session, he admitted he was on meds currently. We agreed next meeting he will take a med vacation a month before. He should be going off now for the next meet.

Definitely the final part this time. I had intended to finish this story after the last post but I've had so much positive feedback I decided to add one more post with some of the experiences I had in the months following my decision to go bareback. As I sat in the train back from Birmingham that day I knew I had enjoyed every minute of fucking that young lad and coming right up his tight young arse. I didn't want to use condoms any more. I wanted to fuck bareback and I knew there would be no shortage of lads willing to bend over and take my load but I was surprised at how often bareback sex was on offer. A few weeks later I was up in the north of Scotland for the wedding of one of my nieces and I ended up fucking the groom's younger brother. He was a blond, chubby lad in his early twenties. At the reception he was taking a piss next to me in the toilets and I saw him checking out my cock. When I finished pissing I stood back a bit and let him see it and he did the same. We were both hard now and I reached out and took hold of his cock. Just as I was starting to wank him someone came in and he quickly zipped up and left the toilets. I lost sight of him for a while but a couple of hours later I was standing in the bar area when I saw him walk past. He looked straight at me and headed for the toilets. I waited a moment and then followed. I didn't see him at first and then he looked out of the end cubicle and motioned to me to join him. He'd had a few more drinks now and was well up for it. We both had our cocks out in no time and soon he was sitting on the toilet sucking me off. I could easily have let him suck me off until I unloaded in his mouth but he had other ideas. He stood up, pulled his pants down and bent over the toilet. In no time I had my tongue right up his arse and he was moaning and wanking. I was fairly sure he was up for being fucked so I stood up and rubbed my cock against his wet hole. He moaned and reached round, pulling his cheeks apart. I positioned my cock against his hole and pushed. He groaned as my cock went right up his arse. The cubicles were pretty solid so I didn't hold back. I gave him a moment to get used to my cock up his arse and then I began to fuck him. He was well into it - wanking and pushing back onto my cock, his underpants stretched across his knees and his trousers at his ankles as I started to fuck him harder. I felt him starting to come just as I was getting ready to shoot my load so I didn't hold back - I banged him hard and shot my cum right into his arse. He stood up, breathing heavily and grinned at me. Minutes later we were both back at the reception, with no one any the wiser. in the early summer I spent a week in Ibiza. I had been working very hard and was enjoying a relaxing week on the beach. One night in a bar I got talking to a couple of guys from the north of England who were staying in the same apartment building as me. Nick and Jamie (not their real names!) were in their mid thirties - both fit lads. Jamie was tall and dark and Nick was smaller with dyed blond hair. They were good company. Later on in the evening, the conversation turned to relationships and they were quite open about the fact that they enjoyed sex with other people - usually together but sometimes apart. Eventually they said they were going back to their apartment and Nick casually asked if I wanted to walk back with them. I wasn't sure if this was an invitation or not but on the way back Nick, who had had quite a bit to drink was flirting heavily with me and when we got back to the apartment he wasted no time in pulling me towards him. Soon all three of us had our pants down and Nick was down on his knees sucking first me and then Jamie. We sucked each other for a while and then Nick bent over the bed. Jamie knelt down behind him and pushed his tongue up Nick's arse. He rimmed him for a while and then indicated to me to take over. I pushed my tongue up Nick's arse and Jamie said "Oh yeah, lick his arse... get him ready," This was getting interesting. I rimmed Nick's hole for a little longer and then Jamie pulled me up. He grinned "Do you want to fuck him?" he said. I nodded. I assumed I was going to be asked to use a condom but then Jamie said "We fuck bareback, is that okay with you?" Seconds later I was pushing my bare cock up Nick's arse and Jamie was wanking and telling me to fuck him. "Oh yeah, fuck him, fuck him up the arse." It was very horny and I enjoyed every minute of fucking Nick's arse as his boyfriend watched, urging me to fuck him harder. Soon I was close to coming and I said so. Jamie groaned "Oh yeah, yeah do it, fucking do it...cum in his arse" I shot what felt like a massive load up Nick's arse an when I pulled out Jamie took my place, shooting his load after about ten thrusts. As we rested Jamie told me how much he loved watching Nick take loads up his arse. A couple of days later I was cruising in the dunes at Es Cavallet beach. I came to a quiet area and stood looking out over the sea. Then I looked down and just below in a little clearing I saw a group of about five guys. One was bent over a tree branch being fucked from behind and the other three were watching and wanking. I could see the guy being fucked was Nick and one of the guys watching was Jamie. As I watched, one of the other guys went round and pushed his cock into Nick's mouth. I moved over towards them and Jamie saw me. He grinned and motioned to me to join them. Nick was being fucked bareback by a hairy young Spanish guy and as I watched the guy shouted something and threw his head back and I knew Nick was getting another load up him. The Spanish guy pulled out and another lad took his place. I watched as Nick was fucked by three fit lads, one after the other, taking loads from each one. The horniest part was watching Jamie pull his boyfriend's arse cheeks apart so that a German lad with a big cock could fuck him and come up his arse. I fucked Nick after the German lad and added my load to the mix. All very horny. I was fucking bare almost all the time now, cruising in bars and during the summer I paid a few visits to Hampstead Heath and rarely failed to find a willing arse to take my load. One time I was up there I was down at the fuck tree. It was quite busy and three guys were bent over being fucked with others watching and wanking. I recognized one of the lads being fucked was Christopher, a lad who had worked for the same company as did I, although he had left a few months earlier. Christopher was about 22 and had worked in the customer services team. He was a fit young lad - a bit camp and very stylish. I didn't know him particularly well but I thought he would probably recognise me if I fucked him but I really wanted to stick my cock up his slim young bottom. He was taking on all comers and I watched as a couple of guys fucked him and came up his arse. I realised he wasn't even looking to see who was fucking him - and he was now busy sucking the cock of a tall young black guy who was standing at the other side of the tree - so I took my turn and stepped up behind him. I could feel the cum running down Christopher's legs as I pushed my cock up him and began to fuck. I had been working hard and hadn't come for about a week - so the load I deposited up Christopher's arse was a big one. He never even looked round and as I pulled up my pants the black guy took my place. I was constantly surprised by the opportunities I got to fuck bare. One night I was on line and I got messaged by a bi guy who said he just wanted to be wanked off. He said he had broken his right arm when he came off his motorbike and really wanted a wank. He sent me some pictures of a very impressive looking cock and he wasn't very far away. I hoped I might get to suck him off so I said yes. I got to his flat and he let me in. He was mid thirties, very straight looking. His right arm was in plaster and he was very bruised from his accident. He didn't want to mess around and just lay back on the bed and pulled his sweat pants down. His cock was hard and as I began to masturbate him he closed his eyes and sighed. I asked if I could suck him and he shook his head. After a while his breathing got heavier and I could tell he was close to coming. A few moments later he shot one of the biggest loads I've ever seen all over himself and lay back on the bed. I assumed that was it and I was ready to go. I was really surprised when he asked "Do you want to fuck me?" I replied "Err....yeah... if you want me to." He nodded and reached into a drawer by the bed. He handed me a small pack of lube and just rolled over on to his knees, his hairy arse in the air. No mention of a condom. I lubed him up and pushed my cock against his hole. He grunted as I pushed up him and began to fuck. I still couldn't quite believe this was happening but I certainly wasn't complaining. I looked around the room as I fucked his hairy arse - it was obvious that he shared the flat with a girlfriend and somehow this made it even more horny. I was close to coming now and I thought he might ask me to pull out but he never said anything and I shot my cum right up him. When I pulled out he just said "You better go now, mate." I was really enjoying myself and was comfortable with my decision to go bareback. However, most of my experiences during those months were as a top. I am more top than bottom anyway but I had also always been more wary of being fucked bare. But every now and then I needed to be fucked and it was in that frame of mind that I went to the Vault one afternoon after work. It was a bit quiet but around about 5:00 PM it started getting busier and quite a few fit lads came in. I ended up in a threesome with two guys - a young black guy and an ordinary looking mid 30s guy. I sucked them both and then the older guy went round behind me and pulled me up. I was now bent over sucking the black guy as the other guy stood behind me. He unzipped me and pulled my trousers and pants down. I didn't stop him and soon he had his tongue up my arse. I enjoyed being rimmed as I sucked the black guy's cock and after a while he stood up and started fingering my arse. I was horny to be fucked and so I didn't stop him. I reached into my pocket and handed him a sachet of lube. He took it and rubbed some on my arse. I wondered if he would use a condom but he didn't. He pushed up me and began to fuck. He fucked me hard and fast and it wasn't too long before he came up my arse. He pulled out and the black guy moved round and started pushing his big cock against my arse. I had to pull my cheeks apart to get him up there but soon I was being fucked again. We had attracted a bit of an audience now - we were in the room with the barrels and quite a few guys were stood around wanking as the black lad humped me. At one point he took his cock out and wanked it a few times - showing everyone that he was doing me bareback - before pushing it back up me and fucking me even harder than before. I could tell he was getting close to coming and he was getting quite loud as he humped me a few more times and panted "I'm coming... oh fuck...fuck...I'm coming!" I don't think I've ever been fucked bareback so publicly - I think just about everyone in the place had seen me taking the black guy's load but I didn't care. A few days later I was in Berlin for a long weekend. As always in Berlin I had a very horny time. On the Friday afternoon I visited a sauna and fucked a young nerdy guy with glasses, shooting a big load up his tight young arse. That took the edge off my horniness but I knew I needed to be fucked and fucked hard. That night I was meeting some friends for a late supper and I intended to go cruising afterwards in the Tiergarten which was near where we were meeting.. I was getting ready to go out and in the shower I began to soap up my arse. I was so horny, I stuck a finger up my hole and played with myself for a while but I knew that what I really needed was the real thing. I was early so I decided it couldn't hurt to swing by the Tiergarten on my way. It was only about 9:00 PM, but I found there were already a number of men cruising. I came across a tall, thin guy taking a piss in the bushes. He was quite fit and when he saw me checking out his cock he grinned. When he finished pissing I went down on his cock and minutes later my sweatshirt was hitched up and my pants and trousers were down at my knees as he fucked me bareback and shot his load right up me. I was only a few minutes late for meeting my friends and it was nice to catch up with them. In the course of the conversation the talk turned to safe sex and one of my friends was deploring the amount of unprotected sex that goes on. We all agreed and I nodded seriously and agreed it was very worrying, wondering what he would think if he knew I had a load up my arse and was fully intending to take a few more before the night was over. Soon I was back at the Tiergarten. It was after 11:00 PM, and the grounds were much busier than when I was there earlier. As I headed for my favourite spot I saw a bit of a group up ahead and joined them. A young blond guy was bent over being fucked and as I watched, the guy fucking him came and pulled out. He pulled off a condom and threw it on the ground. The blond lad stayed bent over and another guy pushed his cock up him - no condom this time. I fancied a go at the blond lad myself so I hung around. As I watched a third guy barebacking the blond lad, I noticed a tall young Turkish guy wanking next to me. He saw me looking at his cock and motioned to me to get down and suck it. I enjoyed sucking him for a while but I knew what I really needed and so I stood up and turned round, offering him my arse. Soon I was bent over being fucked bareback next to the blond lad. The Turkish guy came up my arse and then another guy took over and then another. I had finally given in to temptation and I was bent over being fucked by anyone who wanted to do me. I was fucked by about ten guys that night - a few really fit guys - including one lad who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen - and a few not so fit ones - including a really dirty looking scruffy guy - a couple of them used condoms but most of them didn't and at least six or seven of them shot their cum up my unprotected arse. As I walked through the deserted Berlin streets back to my hotel with a cum filled arse I knew I had crossed a line. I had made my choice. .

Top needs to go in slow until he is balls deep then gradually pick up space and ram my ass once my ass is used to the size and girth. Love the feel and sound of his balls and body slapping against mine.

I try to keep it in me as long as possible. Absorb it. I've not had problems with it leaking or accidentally coming out. But that day may come... But, damn, do I love to absorb it.

Hey guys. This is another video I like, but the quality is really bad. The bottom is blindfolded, tag teamed and creamed at the end with a funnel up his ass. Anyone recognize this clip? (obviously, the site 'gaypornshare.org' isn't too legit) http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=2028069306

The Dungeon Room You stand at 6’6, 300lbs, of solid dark matter. You play right tackle for the football team at Morningside High and work part time for the summer at Macy’s. You’re popular because of your size and athleticism, yet quiet, you never say too much. Many say you live in your head and you agree. Both of your parents are of Haitian descent immigrating to the U.S. in the late 60s. You have two sisters and one brother. You’re the youngest out of all of them. By the end of June, when school let out, you and your father were fighting so much, that you wanted to leave home. Your father decided that what you needed was to be "made a man." You were never the son he imagined. You hated sports yet you excelled at it. In your room many 1st place trophies are displayed on the shelves. You have a deep secret that you told no one, not even yourself. You have a lustful desire for gay sex. Every end of the month you head to “The Dungeon” to satisfy your desire. But this Friday was the first time you decided to take a plunge into risky behavior. This was the Friday that you took the condom off and went full bareback. Your arms are sweaty, and your heart beat is literally tearing out of your chest. You’re surrounded by pitch black darkness with only the scent of poppers lingering under your nose. Your stiff erection is causing a tent like shape to your basketball shorts. You pull down your shorts, and pull back your uncut cock to reveal your bright pink tender cockhead sitting on top of a 9 inch shaft darker than the pitch black that surrounds you. A pungent scent arises from your erection. You walk quietly in this dark room hearing moans, slaps, and heavy breathing. The sounds causes your erection to stiffen and leak pre-cum from your piss slit. You were supposed to be home at 10 already but its pass midnight. You have to be up early in the morning for work. Can’t keep coming in late or the boss will fire you. You remind yourself this constantly but the reminder is overtaken by the erection that’s becoming painful and throbbing. You needed to breed. You search around touching and groping until you feel a hand grip your erection. You pause at the shock of the touch. You can feel the heat of his hand stroking your erection. The heat comes closer to you. You can feel his body pressing on you. This figure in the darkness turns around and guides your cock to his ass wiping the pre-cum on his hole. The sensation sends you into a frenzy, you become an animal instantly grunting. You can hear the soft voice of the dark figure whisper “fuck me sir!” You aggressively feel his body up gripping his back neck. You can feel the energy and eagerness of the bottom as he positions himself on the fuck bench. You pop your pink cockhead in his hole and violently smack his ass (SMACK). The room permeates with the loud sound. You feel the warmth of his hole and this sends a shock to your nerves making your erection throb. You shove the rest of your shaft in him in a brutal violent manner. You can feel his ass flinch. The bottom begins to hesitate but you grab his hips and slam him deep into your erection. The bottom moans loud in fear. He must have been thinking what has he gotten himself into. He begins to understand that you can easily over power him. You bench 300lbs easily now in the weight room. This bottom didn’t feel like anything past 160lbs. The bottom squirmed in discomfort. You can tell he wanted to hit the pause button and leave but this bottom is obedient. He was determined to take your load. After minutes of him squirming and moaning in utter discomfort he began to create a rhythm. Slamming his ass into your cock in a rhythmic motion. You loved his sudden participation. You pull your cock out, spit in his hole for a little lube, and push your cock back in violently. He responds more openly to your aggression reaching back and holding you in him, twerking his ass up and down while taking a whiff of his poppers. You can feel your cock jump in his guts. Stroke after stroke you can feel your load building up. The bottoms hole is adapting to the size of your cock so well that he taunts you to breed him with confidence in his voice. He arches his back giving a curvature to his back that turned you on. You smack his ass violently as you pulse a load right in his guts. You pull out immediately, and the bottoms turns around and kneels down. You feel a warm wet feeling engulf your pink cockhead as you breathe heavily. He squeezes your cock pushing out the remaining seed in your urethra licking it with enthuiasium and satisfaction. He tapped you on the thigh and softly said “Thank you sir.” You remained silent and pulled up your basketball shorts. You silently leave the room with your wildest fantasy fulfilled.

Three or four 20 minute intervals with a dildo and poppers makes for an intense afternoon. Multiple orgasms drops my sex drive to o% - only then do I know I'm ready to get fucked! Anyone else?

It was not that long ago. I met up with a friend who wanted to hang out. He text me and asks "Do you want to get together?" I said sure, I'm not doing anything. So he has me pick him up and we go riding. He says a few buddies want to chill; lets go to their spot...so I said Ok. Anyway, a little while later we get over to house to find the guys chilling in the living room with party supplies scattered about the table. Everyone is smoking weed and T and a guy is slamming. I felt real uncomfortable and I was anxious to leave but my buddy grabbed my arm and asked "Where are you going? I was like..." I can't hang" I going home. He said "naw! You can't leave me here. You said you wanted to chill. So I reluctantly stayed. Anyway, one of the guys on the couch. He was an older scruffy dom type. I would say about mid 40's brown hair, tall, thick, muscular. He was stripped down to just his boxers briefs and you can see the outline of a huge hung cock that was leaking a little. I kept eyeing him the whole time I was there. He offered to calm me down, so he shoved a bowl in front of me and said. "Try it. You'll relax. I said naw...I can't do that. After a while he offered to me again and I kept resisting until he moved closer to me on the other end of the couch. He gave me a bunch of compliments and said he liked me. I thanked him and he started rubbing on my chest and neck. It' felt so good to feel such strong hands touching me. I slowly relaxed and he offered me a hit on his bowl. I told him I never done any kind of drug, not even a single puff of a cigarette. He said that's cool. "I will take care of you" in the back of my mind I was like what the hell. I want you! So after he offered another hit I took a long drag off his bowl while he held the lighter up to heat the T. Shortly after I took a puff and offered me another hit and than another. I was feeling really good. He than pushed me to the floor right in front of his dripping cock. He said "suck it" I was like I don't do that. He than pulled his throbbing cock out. It had to be a good nine inches of thick italian cock. I began sucking and he said I'm going to fuck you up real good tonight. I was a little afraid of what that meant but he than ripped my closes off without me hesitating. He turned my ass towards him and said I am to open that hole up and make it relax. he a minute of waiting he took his finger and slid it deep into tight pink hole. I felt a burning sensation and I was like what the fuck. What did you do? It burns...He was like, naw it's ok, it's just the T that I inserted into your willing hole. I said what the fuck. I don't do this shit and said "your gonna do a whole lot of shit tonight. You will be my pig slut. I melted. I was thinking in the back of my head "this is what I wanted!" He than started to finger my hole real deep and slowly adding fingers and lubing me up oil. After a while of hole stretching, he than pushes me flat on the floor and props my ass up. He than slams his hung cock deep into my hole. He had no condom on. Part II coming soon.

Agreed. One of the best feelings is the raw cock entering you for the first time. Go wild afterwards, but that moment needs to be treasured.

absorb. For me a guys cum (or anything he leaves in me for that matter), represents a part of him, his greatest pleasure. I want to absorb and keep that as long as I can.

the first time i ever took it bareback, the guy who fucked me had me on his bed on all fours after he reloaded the pipe for me and told me to keep hitting the pipe while he played with my ass... he just kept telling me i was really tight and the T would relax me. he had been asking all nite to fuck me w/out a condom and i kept telling him safe only since it was only my third time having sex/bottoming ever. he was about 6'4", black, muscular, totally smooth, had a thick 8.5" cut cock with a big head, and was str8. wife was in PA and he had me naked, spun, and on all fours in their bead. he pulled out her toy and told me he was gonna try to open me up some cuz he liked my ass and knew i was still a newbie, plus i was built thick like a football player and masc. i was 23 at the time. he gets behind me and has been lubing me with vaseline and stroking his cock, and im still smoking, watching the bb porn on his pc, he tells me to relax and he is gonna put her toy in me. and he grabs his cam to take video. it goes in smoothly thanks to the vaseline and he takes his time, but im so spun and jerking my own cock to realize it aint the toy. he tells me to look at the tv so i do and i see someone getting fucked bare, then he asks if i like it... i say its hot, and then he tells me, its me being barebacked and i turn around smile cuz i think he is joking, but then i see he is still recording and the fucking is the same rhythm and i start to freak out, but he just grabs my hips and pulls me back onto it, telling me to his the pipe, and telling me how good and tight i am, how its better than his wifes pussy and his fucking has my cock dripping precum so i just keep smoking and let him fuck me raw... he said every bottom, especially a thick round, big booty like mine needs to feel a raw cock and get bred... didnt know what "bred" meant until he started fucking me in my back and he blew his load while he stroked my cock and raw dicked my hole. he was super hot and treated me with respect and gave lots of compliments, and gave me direction to be a good bottom for him and all those tops who get to fuck me. he invited a neighbor over too, they slammed while i smoked, and then i got curious about why they were so more enthusiastic and they told me they would show me if i let them. so i did, and they took turns on me and spun me out on T all weekend. took both their loads. the neighbor was bi and married, about 46, but in shape, also totally shaved with an uc 8" cock. the black dude was about 39. my first experiences with tina and getting barebacked.

very fucking Hot!! using cum filled doms!!! piglet needed breeding

1. Nathan I had volunteered to drive my nephew Greg cross-country to college. I thought the trip from Virginia to California would be a fun trip for the two of us. I lived near his university, so at the end of the drive, I'd be close to home. And, if we drove faster than we planned, he could stay with my partner Jason and myself until his move-in date for the dorms. But, I hadn't seen Greg in a year or so, and I hadn't realized what a hot young man he had grown into. We were only two days into our cross-country drive, and I was already on edge. The first day, I had been exhausted from the long flight the day before and the early start of driving. I hadn't even tried to get off. Then, starting this morning, I thought Greg had been teasing me every chance he had. He kept me right on edge. The morning had begun by him bouncing around the small hotel room in just his underwear, showing off his perfect bubble butt, and what looked like a massive cock. He insisted we get on the road without showering, saying there would be plenty of time in the evening. Throughout the day's drive, there were lingering touches, definitely longer than they needed to be. Without a shower, I could almost smell the hormones mixed in with the sweat coming off his body. When we checked into a motel, having made it to Texas, all I could think of was escaping into the shower, and getting off. If I didn't get some relief, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to control myself around Greg. I was thankful that he let me take the first shower. I grabbed some clean clothes and went into the bathroom, hoping my incipient erection wasn't too obvious. But, just as I had gotten the water adjusted and climbed in, even before I had started to deal with insistent throb between my legs, Greg opened the door, and walked in. "Fuck, I have to piss," he said. I heard a long stream of water, then the flush of the toilet. Even twenty years after my own college days, I still instinctively jumped back from the shower head, avoiding the scalding water. "Oh, sorry," Greg said, noticing me at the far end of the tub. He had already stipped down to his underwear and his fat cock hung down, still exposed. He stared at me a moment, through the shower curtain. "I don't remember that tattoo, Uncle," he said. I was immediately self-conscious. My partner Jason had suggested the tattoo. It was a belt of ammo around my thigh, still only partially completed. Each bullet had a name written on it, with a biohazard symbol next to the name. I wasn't at all ready to explain the symbolism to him; it was a dark and complex fetish that many people didn't understand. Greg didn't notice or didn't care about my discomfort, but quickly stepped out of his underwear and into the shower with me. He kneeled down in front of me, examining the tattoo. He ran his finger over the bullets, stopping at the second one, labelled "Jason Spencer." "Isn't that your Jason?" he asked, referring to my partner. "Yeah, it is," I said. As I answered, his hand stroked the inside of my thigh, right where the belt began. The name there was Alan Chase, the bullet was upside down. He let his arm drift up, the back of his hand touching my low-hanging balls. "That's a fucking hot tattoo," he said. "You want to see my tattoo?" he asked, seemingly unconcerned about the symbolism of my partner's name on a bullet. Nor did he appear to notice that my cock was getting hard as he touched my body. "Sure," I answered, not sure what else to say. I was trying to think about something else, anything else other than his hand rubbing against my balls. He stood up, then turned around and bent over, presenting me with his perfect ass. I could see the tattoo on his right ass cheek, two small interlocking male symbols. I knelt down, the water from the shower hitting my back. I ran my fingers over the ink, and felt the raised texture. The tattoo was clearly fresh, probably less than a month old. "You like it?" he asked. I noticed there was fear in his voice. He was taking a risk, unsure of what he was doing, and unsure how I would react. "It's nice," I said. Without thinking, I added, "Does your dad know?" I realized it was an ambiguous question: was I referring to the tattoo or the content of the tattoo. I wasn't sure if I even knew which I was asking. "No, he doesn't. I used a fake ID to get it done," Greg said. "And he definitely doesn't know what it's of," he continued. That close to his beautiful young ass, I had to restrain myself. The butt was crying out for me to pull apart his cheeks, gently lick his hole, and rub my goatee against his sensitive parts. But, there was a constant drumbeat: this was my brother's son. My Godson. No matter my desires, I needed at least to try to control myself. My cock didn't about my feeble attempts at restraint. It had decided much earlier that it needed hole, and Greg's hole in particular. It was responding to how close I was to what it demanded. I stood up, and turned to the stream of water, my back facing Greg. I needed to hide my erection from him. Greg stood up as well, wondering what was happening. "Something wrong, Uncle?" he asked. I turned to face him. As I turned, our cocks slapped against each other. Even without looking, I knew he was just as erect as was I. Greg felt it as well. He reached down and grabbed my shaft. "Or is something right?" "You're my nephew," I said. Like I was trapped in a bad porn film, I continued, "What would your dad say?" I laughed as soon as I said it. "God, that sounded like a bad porn film." "You're not in a bad porn film," Greg said. He kneeled down in front of me again. He ran his fingers over my tattoo again, tracing out the first bullet, the one that I knew belonged to Alan. "Your movies are fucking amazing. And my dad doesn't need to know anything: your movies, your tattoos, my tattoo, or our boners. At least not yet." He emphasized "our," reminding me that we were in this together. Fuck. He had seen the movies I had done. The symbolism of the tattoos wasn't a mystery for him. He knew exactly what turned me on, and he knew the buttons to push. I wondered if he hadn't planned the last two days all along. His hands were on my balls, and before I could do anything, his mouth was on my cock. "No," I protested, and tried to push him away. But his tongue was going over my cockhead, and my brain stopped working. By the time my hands reached his head, rather than pushing him away, I wrapped my hands around his head. I held him on my cock and started to push my hard shaft to the back of his mouth and down his throat. He needed no encouragement from me, swallowing my cock all the way. One of his hands dropped down, slowly stroking his cock, but I didn't care. I was lost in my own pleasure, trying hard not to shoot right then and there. I knew there were better, more dangerous places to shoot. I was sure that Greg knew what I wanted, but his desires were still unclear. I wasn't sure if he really knew what he was getting himself into. He knew full well what I was capable of doing to him, and hadn't hesitated at starting it off. But he was a horny teenager, looking for excitement and danger, unable to understand what it meant for the rest of his life. Finally, I pulled my cock out of his mouth. I immediately missed the warm, wet attention on my cock and forced myself not to shove it back in. I pulled Greg off his knees, and stared into his brown eyes. I said nothing, but just kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I didn't let him get his tongue into me: I had to let him know who was in control here. Our hard cocks were rubbing up against each other, making sure we were aroused. After a few minutes of lip-lock, I broke off. "Let's get out of the shower," I said. "I think we need to talk more. Maybe do more. Bed?" "I like that, Uncle Nate," he replied. "I think you need another bullet on your tat." I tried not to think about the implications of what he had just said. I turned off the shower, and we quickly dried off. He headed out of the bathroom, and I let my cock eagerly follow his ass. I grabbed some lube and poppers out of my bag, and put them on the bed table. Greg watched me; I wondered if he noticed that I didn't include any condoms in the supplies. I got on the bed. Greg jumped on top of me and let my cock slide between his legs. He leaned over and kissed me. This time I let his tongue slip into my mouth. At the same time, I was rubbing my cock against his ass, just a small reminder of who was in control here. He seemed nervous about this, sometimes easing into my strokes, and other times pulling back. "You sure about this, Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, I am." He paused. "As sure as I've been about anything, Uncle." "How much experience have you had? This isn't your first time, is it?" There was a hesitancy and nervousness that I couldn't quite figure out. I thought it was fear about what he was getting himself into, but, just as easily, it could have been simple inexperience. "First time as a bottom. And certainly the first time getting bred." He kissed me again. "I've always been a top before." "From what you've said, I guess you've seen some of my movies," I asked. "Only one. Infectious Fun," he said. "You've done more?" "Yeah, a few." "I didn't even know it was you when I downloaded it. I had only just met Jason when I downloaded it. But, fuck, I've shot so many loads, wishing I was Ben, getting fucked by you and Jason. Getting bred by the two of you" I remembered Infectious Fun. It was the first movie that Jason and I had done together, and my first movie ever. Together, with a few other tops, we had bred Ben over the course of a long, drug-fueled weekend. Ben, had gotten the flu less than four days later. He hadn't even made it to his twenty-first birthday. "You're sure of this?" I asked, one more time. "Yeah, I am." Greg rolled off of me, and grabbed my leg. He ran his fingers over the bullets. "Alan starts. Then Jason," he said, fingering the first and second bullet. "Ben's here," he said as he ran his finger over the third one, "Ben Moore," he repeated. "And so many more," he said as he ran over the numerous other names. "I want my name on here as well. Right here," he said, running his finger against the last bullet. He paused, staring directly at me. "But, are you willing to go forward with this, Uncle?" he asked. "I know what I want. But it has to be from you. From Jason." I didn't know. My brain was telling me to go slowly, go safely. This was my nephew; the son of my own brother. I sat up on the bed, shifting my position between Greg's legs. I had a responsibility to teach him, to mold him into a fine young man, to help him grow into an adult. But my cock had no doubts about what it needed to do. As I guided my dick between Greg's legs, and let it press up against his butt, I knew what it wanted. It wanted into Greg. It wanted in him raw, deep, and unprotected. It wanted to fuck Greg hard, shoot a thick, toxic load deep, and tag the boy permanently. Greg could tell I was struggling with the decision. "I want this. Badly," he said. His cock was hard as a rock, a drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip. "I think you do too," he said, grabbing my cock. "And I know your cock wants it," he said, stroking my shaft. Before I could say anything, he pulled me down and gave me a kiss. He was a surprisingly good kisser, tender and aggressive at the same time. "I need you to be the first one, Uncle Nate." Like an addict begging for another hit, the need in voice was obvious. Seeing him on his back, his legs wide open, inviting me in, I couldn't resist any longer. "I can't say no," I said as I moved in between his legs, putting them on my shoulders. "Forgive me," I said. I wasn't sure if I was asking for forgiveness from Greg or myself. "Forgiveness for what? For giving me I have been wanting from you for months, maybe years?" Greg asked. "Do what you know you want to do." I grabbed the lube, and poured some on my fingers. Slowly, I pressed them between Greg's firm ass cheeks, finding his virgin hole, and pushing into his innocent, young body. His hole was hot and tight, just as I knew it would be. He gasped as my finger entered him, but at the same time, he still was smiling widely. We stayed silent as I worked my index finger deeper into him, only his occasional moan breaking the silence. Greg must be have been able to hear my heart pounding, both excited and scared. But inside of him, I felt the same drumming: he was also aroused and terrified. Before, I had never really known who I was breeding. They were strangers who passed through my life. Some of them, like Jason, took up bigger roles after I had done my work. But Greg was different. I was about to infect my own flesh and blood. I had met him hours after he was born and there had been summers together, first with Alan, then with Jason. He was the closest thing I had to my own child, and I was his godfather. I was about to fuck him raw and shoot my poz cum into him. I was going to mark him and change him forever. In some ways, it was the logical next step in our deepening relationship. Before I changed my mind and ran away, I poured more lube on my hand, and worked a second finger into his hole. For a virgin, he was taking my fingers easily, opening up and letting me get in deep. "Ready, boy?" I asked. "Ready for the real thing?" "Please, Uncle," he said, softly. His cock was still hard, and there was a small pool of pre-cum on his flat stomach. I knew even if I had doubts about what I was going to do, Greg had none at all. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and as he did a hit, I dribbled a bit of lube on my shaft. He put down the brown bottle. I lined my cock up. Greg nodded at me, and I pushed my cockhead into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop it. He grimaced slightly at my cock invading his body. Before I pushed in any further, I let him get used to me inside of him. "Doing ok, boy?" I asked. I slipped a bit more of my fat shaft into his tight hole. Somehow, calling him boy came completely naturally to me. Nothing was going to stop me from marking him as my own, and soon I'd be a part of his genes just as much as his "real" dad. Even more, he had picked me specifically for this honor, a conscious choice, not the choices of the fates that got him his father. "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I'm fine." he said. Even if it was uncomfortable for him, he was smiling. "Your cock is inside me. This is what I've been dreaming about for months now. And now it's real." I went slowly, letting him get used to my cock. I wasn't small, and if this was really his first time, he was probably in more discomfort than he was letting on. "More?" I asked. I wanted him to be in control of this fuck, at least for now. Later, there would be plenty of time for a more aggressive fuck. Next time, I'd work to give Greg what he seemed to want, but for now, I could overrule my cock, and go at Greg's pace. "Please, Uncle Nate," he said. I held his legs, and leaned in to kiss him. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. I shifted my weight slightly, pushing my cock deeper into his hole. He sighed for a moment, a hint of discomfort. "I'm good," he immediately said, noticing the concern on my face. "You're big," he said, smiling. "It feels amazing. But fuck, it's big." "This really your first time bottoming?" I asked. "Well, once before. A guy tried, but he wasn't as big as you. And he insisted on wearing a condom, even though he was neg." "And?" "It hurt. And I wasn't too into it." "This?" "What I always dreamed getting fucked would feel like." He was smiling, and I went in a little deeper. I was almost balls-deep in Greg, and he had taken it like a porn star stunt bottom. "Almost there, boy," I said. "Just a bit further." "Do it, Uncle," he said, "Put it all the way in me." I did, and there were still smiles from Greg. "All the way in," I said. "Ready for the pounding to begin, boy?" "Fuck yeah, Nate, give it to me." I leaned in again, letting our lips lock as I started to pump in and out of his tender ass. He reached down and put his finger next to his hole, feeling how he was stretched around my cock. "Raw," he said. I just nodded, enjoying the intimacy of the fuck. He moved his hand down, and grabbed my balls. Between the warm shower, and the massive load of cum in that had built up in them, they were hanging low. With each stroke into his ass that I took, they swung back and forth. "Full," he said. He was too engrossed with the sensations of getting fucked to say anything more than monosyllables. "And potent," I said. "You doing good?" He nodded his head, and I thought he was going to say something. I slowed down my strokes, letting him gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth again, but then stopped. I watched him carefully, drinking in his beauty at this moment. I was also a bit worried. This was now real, not just a jerk-off fantasy. When I came, it would be forever. He closed his eyes, still smiling, still feeling my balls. A few moments later, there was a single tear in each eye. "I'm scared," he finally said. "I don't want to get sick" Even before he finished talking, I had stopped fucking him. "Should I pull out?" I asked. I wanted to breed him, but I knew I had to respect his limits and desires. He grabbed onto my ass, forcing me back into his body, deep and hard. "NO," he said forcefully. "No matter what, don't stop. Don't pull out. I need you to cum in me." "But you're scared?" I asked. His eyes were red now, a steady stream of tears flowing. He nodded. again, then closed his eyes. His ass clenced around my cock, holding me in place, in place deep inside of him. "Yes, I'm scared," paused, and then continued, "But I'm also scared to go to college. I'm scared to leave home. I know I need to make this step. It's the fear that makes it exciting." He opened his eyes again. I could see the fear in them, but also the desire. There was nothing I could say. He knew what was happening, and what he was choosing. I just leaned in and licked off his tears, then kissed him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. He seemed particularly vulnerable and delicate in that moment, and I wanted to let him know it was going to be alright. Moreover, my dark desires wanted to exploit that moment, because I knew he was an easy and willing target. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "And I'm going to shoot my load in you. Ready?" My cock was throbbing, and my balls were swollen with cum. I had been on edge for so long, I couldn't hold back much longer. "Fuck yeah, I am, Uncle Nate. I want this so badly." He smiled at me. "Shoot it in me deep, and don't pull out." He pulled himself up against me, his ass pressing against my balls, my cock deep inside of him. "Infect me, Uncle. Please?" The words sent me over the edge and I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed in deep, and let my cock take over. "I love you, nephew," I whispered into his ear. I grunted, and I felt the pulse of cum travel the length of my cock, spraying Greg's guts. "Take my sperm. Take my virus." My spurt was strong enough that even Greg felt it. "Damn," he said, his eyes widening. "More. Please," he said. I obliged, and several more volleys followed in quick succession. I could feel a pool of sperm accumulating inside of Greg. I knew it was going to slowly soak in to him and hopefully take over his body. "My pleasure, Greg," I said, another two spurts shaking my body and landing in his hole. Another slow spurt of sperm into him, and I knew that I was done. At least for this round. But I was still hard, and I didn't try to pull out. I wanted Greg to decide when he was ready. And I wanted to work my load into his hole. I just held him closely, kissing him. "Sorry I didn't last longer, boy," I said. "Your ass was just too perfect." He didn't reply directly. He just pulled me closer and kissed me for a bit. "Your balls drained now, Uncle?" he asked. "Hardly, Greg." We shifted slightly, my cock still connecting us. "And me?" he asked. "Is that it?" "For?" "Getting sick? Being infected?" "No. I'm on meds. It's going to take a lot more loads before one takes and you get converted. And even if this one fuck had worked, that's not a good reason to stop fucking you," I said, smiling. "Good," Greg said. "I enjoyed that. Next time though, I get to cum as well though." "Maybe. Or I keep you on edge for days, just like I've been for the past few days. But now, I think we need some food."

OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER, YOUNG ENOUGH TO DO IT ANYWAY PART I: INVINCIBLE BEGINNING At some point all teenage boys reach a moment in which they are transformed from a normal kid into a super powered, unstoppable force…or at least something deludes them into believe that about themselves. Once it has occurred, these kids will take on daring, and even foolish risks, with no fear that they might face consequences for their actions. Most boys probably couldn’t tell you when that moment was, but Chris could pinpoint exactly when and where and what he was doing (and who) when he lost his sense of self preservation and became a daredevil willing to try anything and always looking for the next adventure to prove he was all he believed himself to be. The night in question was during his sophomore year, only hours after he’d been told he’d be starting pitcher for his varsity baseball team the next season. So excited he could barely see straight, he texted some buds and made plans to meet them behind the diamond that night to celebrate. After three or so beers that had been purchased by someone’s older sister, Chris found himself doing handstands on the top row of the bleachers. This brave and idiotic act of show-off-ery was made possible by his alcohol intake and the appearance of some girls from his English class, but soon he’d feel strong enough to do such things without anything clouding his judgement. As it turned out, the handstand were sufficiently impressive to get one of the girls to come over to him and ask what else he could do. Not even an hour passed before they’d both gotten drunk enough to climb in the back of his dad’s truck and start fucking while all their friends were only a few feet away. Drunk and loud, their moans gave away what they were up to, and drew the other girl and the boys to come over and watch. Pretty soon a chant started encouraging Chris to go faster and harder. Now Chris would remember that this went on for at least a half hour and his girl orgasmed 3 times before he finally whipped his dick out and shot copious streams of jizz across her pussy, stomach and tits. The truth was more like five minutes, one (possibly fake) orgasm, and his cock slipping out at the last second, missing her tits or cunt, and instead coating the insides of her thighs and calves. While she retrieved her panties from his radio antenna, one of his buddies secretly took a photo of the cum covering her legs and showed it to Chris. It was right then that he became a myth to his buddies and any shred of self-preservation was gone. He was convinced he could do anything, having seduced the hottie with his athletic prowess, fucked her royally with an audience cheering him on, and a photo to prove it was all as awesome as he thought it was. That night when he got home and went into his bathroom to shower off the sweat, cum and pussy juice, he stripped nude and admired himself in the mirror. For months he’d been working his ass off to get his biceps bigger, his abs tighter and his legs stronger to help his game. Smirking, he suddenly saw the resulting body in a new light, as if it was imbued with mystical properties. Another foolish teen was born that night, and no one would be able to break him of his delusions of grandeur for quite some time. Over the next year he was cock of the walk, ruling the school as only buff, tall, handsome teen varsity jocks can. He even managed to make honor role first semester, which got him an offer to join an Honors track in the spring. With nothing to fear, he accepted without a second thought, and continued to spend his time perfecting his physique and juggling three girls. Once baseball season started in February, Chris was starting to realize that his honors classes might not have been the best idea. Midterms would be right around the same time as the first game, and so far Chris was barely finding the time to study enough for a ‘C’ average between practice and his workouts. Still he figured it would all work out just fine even when his teachers began pointing out that he was getting dangerously close to dropping below a ‘C’ which would keep him off the list for academic eligibility. Finally his coach pulled him aside after practice one night and mentioned some rumors that Chris might be off the team if he didn’t get his grades back up, and some fear kicked in. The next weekend, Chris cancelled his dates and spent the whole weekend studying and writing papers. During the week he began doing homework at lunch and between classes, and even used study hall for its intended purpose. His grades began to pick up, but now the coach was riding him for not playing as well. Friday’s practice was worst of the week, and Chris found himself barely able to focus with all the stuff he was freaking out about. Too wired to go home, he decided to drive over to his family’s athletic club and get in some time on his arms and try to figure out what he was doing wrong. An hour passed while Chris worked different weight machines to pump up his arms, but he was still distracted by all the work he had to do. So much so he accidentally loaded 20 lbs more than his top weight, and almost killed himself on the first press. Out of nowhere appeared a tall toned white guy covered in tattoos who jumped in to spot him and helped get the weight readjusted. Chris sat up to thank the guy, and found out he was one of the personal trainers at the club, Freddy. They chatted as the lifted and walked into the locker room together as Chris explained that with all he had to get done, there just wasn’t enough time during the week to do it and be well rested and ready for practice. “What if I could make the weekend longer?” Freddy asked, lowering his voice and leaning in closer. Chris asked what he meant and found out that Freddy had some stuff at his house that would allow Chris to stay up all night Friday and Saturday, get his work done for the week, and not make him groggy afterwards. Chris agreed without asking anything about what the stuff was or what it did. He was so excited about the idea of being able to get everything done that he didn’t notice Freddy checking him out as they showered. Inside Freddy’s apartment, Chris was offered a drink, but declined in favor of getting the stuff he needed to help study. He figured on the short drive over that it was probably caffine pills like truckers use, but he wasn’t sure if he could take those since technically the school could check for drugs at any point, even though they always did it Friday after school. He tried to hide his shock when Freddy returned to the living room in nothing but a pair of baggy bball shorts and a cap, with a small glass piper and lighter in one hand and a tiny bag of something resembling the rocks Chris grew in chemistry class the year before. Chris watched as Freddy explained that the stuff in the bag was called ‘Tina’ and was used to fight fatigue, as well as a few other things. Chris inquired as to why he needed the pipe and when Freddy started to show him, Chris objected quickly. “I don’t do drugs man, can’t risk it.” He said, losing some of his posture unconsciously from the disappointment of realizing there was no miracle way to stay up without chancing an ‘f’ on a piss test. “If any of this shit is detectable on a UA, then I would be fucked if it was still in my piss by Friday.” “No sweat man,” Freddy responded while loading some of the rocks into the glass bowl. “This stuff burns clean and is out of your system in 2, 3 days tops. Plus it won’t show on any UA for sports enhancing drugs or opiates.” Assuming that meant that the ‘tina’ wasn’t a drug, Chris spirits rose, but he remained wary, asking if there were any side effects or if it was addictive. “It can be addictive if you aren’t able to handle it properly,” Freddy said as he measured some of his baggie into an even smaller bag. “but you’re a big dude and you don’t look like one of those pussy bitches who can’t drink or smoke without ending up strung out on the side of the road somewhere. As for side effects, it just hypes you up and gets you running on overdrive, which can sometimes make you really thirsty or horny, kinda like a really good work out but with no fatigue after.” Chris’ sense of invulnerability over-rode all the ‘don’t do drugs’ lectures he’d heard over and over again in school and scouts, convincing him he could handle it in small doses. After all, no one was ever hooked after just one hit right? Wrong. Freddy asked him if he wanted to try it out, but Chris hesitated for one more second as he tried to decide if he was really willing to do this to get his stuff done. “Up to you man,” Freddy shrugged and pocketed the baggie and went to take a hit off the pipe himself. “I just need to know if you want this or if I should save it for the college chic I got on her way here. She loves smoking this and riding any cock in the room, so maybe I should save it for her anyway.” The idea that some girl could handle it and he was hesitating made Chris realize that it was time to man up. There was also the image of some co-ed tits bouncing as a girl rode his dick that had him wondering if he could use this as an excuse to hang around take a turn. He stopped Freddy and said he was ready to try it. Since he’d never seen a pipe like this before, Freddy offered to help him by lighting it for his first few hits. Instructing him to wait to inhale until Freddy gave him the signal, Chris sat as close to Freddy as he could. The tattoo’d taller, older guy held the pipe to Chris’ lips and flicked the lighter until it lit under the clear glass bowl. Crackling could be heard as Chris noticed the crystals melting and smoke beginning to billow in the round enclosure. From the weed pipes he’d smoked, Chris assumed the hole on top was a carb, but didn’t say anything since Freddy left it uncovered. Once some whisps of clean white smoke began to seep from the hole, Freddy said “now.” Inhaling deep into his lungs, Chris was surprised that he wasn’t tasting the smoke like he had when he’d smoked pot before. ‘must be due this being a cleaner burning substance or something,’ he thought, until he began to exhale and coughed really hard. Freddy laughed and asked if he was okay and Chris nodded. Taking another hit, Freddy handed Chris the bowl and told him to try it that time while Freddy retrieved water for the two of them. Chris had an easier time on that hit and wondered how long it would take to kick in. Just as Freddy came back with the waters, Chris got his answer in the form of a huge head rush and a wave of heat flowing over him. Now he understood why Freddy had stripped to his shorts. They continued passing back and forth the pipe while Freddy listened to him drone on and on about how amazing he felt. Once the bowl was finished, Freddy told Chris to strip down to his boxers if he was too warm, which Chris went ahead and did, with all the confidence of a boy his age. He didn’t even worry about getting hard when the extremely sexy 22 yr old girl showed up and smoked with them. By the time they’d smoked another bowl, Chris was concerned that he wasn’t getting hard, but kept his mouth shut since he was enjoying the 22yr old fingering her pussy and Sucking Freddy’s large dick. Within minutes of starting, her cunt got slippery, then sloppy and finally she creamed all over the couch cushion when Chris worked up the courage to reach over and stroke her pussy lips. Still, Chris couldn’t get any response from his dick. When the girl left, he asked Freddy, and he explained that it was a common side effect and if he decided to come back for more “study helpers” the next night, that Freddy would toss in a Viagra just in case. Confused, but wired, Chris left the apartment and went home, where he spent the next 6 hours pounding out a term paper, two research papers, and a set of flash cards for his midterms that week. Around 7 am, he was fading and went into his pocket for some more tina. Immediately he realized he had no pipe and no lighter. Whipping out his phone, he texted Freddy and prayed he was awake. By 8, Chris was back at Freddy’s door, and was greeted by the tattoo’d dealer’s naked body, semi-hard cock, and a nasty gangbang video playing on the tv. He was so distracted by his need for a pipe that it took him a minute to realize there was another guy there, around Freddy’s age, but shorter, around Chris’ height, and very muscly. He stammered and tried not to stare as the two men absent mindedly jerked their rods while he told them what he needed. The buff shorter guy laughed and told him to go buy one at the Mexican market on the corner, but Freddy stopped him and said he would give him one as part what he owed for the tina. Chris asked what he meant, and Freddy explained that tina was not free, and told him the bag he’d left with earlier was worth $30, and he’d toss in the Viagra he’d promised, a pipe and a lighter for another $10. All the money from Chris’ wallet added up to $38, and the change from his car got him another $1.57 closer, which Freddy graciously accepted on the condition that “next time you bring the cash before I give you the goods.” All Saturday, through the afternoon and evening, Chris was working at full speed, sneaking into the bathroom and locking the door periodically, in order to be sure he could take a few puffs without his parents catching him. As promised, the tina was life-changing, allowing Chris to stay focus and on task all day so he was done with all his work by midnight. With that, he booted up his laptop and hunted through some porn online so he could celebrate. Try as he might, even his favorite videos did nothing to help him become erect. Frustrated, he fished the little blue pill out of his pocket and gulped it down. He wondered if Freddy and the other guy had taken one, since they seemed to have no issues getting hard when he was there. Suddenly he realized he had no idea why the two of them were stroking together with no sign of a female anywhere and no mention of any coming over. A brief thought that they were fags crossed his mind, but he dismissed it as quickly as it arrived, reminding himself that Freddy fed his dick to the college girl right in front of him the night they met. Perhaps they were jerk off buddies like he and his friend Nick had been in middle school. It seemed weird that they’d continued as adults, but he forgot all about it when he looked down and found his own dick was now fully hard. Assuming it was from the slutty blonde getting a facial on the computer screen, he began to stroke and think of all the girls he’d been blowing off the last few weeks. One hand on his cock, he reached with his other hand for his phone and texted the girl who lived closest and asked if she wanted to come over. Imagining her taking a hit from his pipe before letting him use her slit, he felt his balls tightening already. Pausing to take another hit off his new pipe, he prayed for a pussy. Mere moments passed before the girl he’d texted sent a response saying: just got home from party. Come over and letz fuck. The sex was better than he ever could have imagined, even with a half-asleep drunk girl who didn’t want to do anything other than missionary. When he pulled out and shot his load on her pussy lips, she smiled and rolled over. She was out before his breathing returned to normal, and he was already figuring out how he was going to make $30 bucks that week to get more tina. PART II: UNSTOPPABLE ADDICTION Nine weeks had come and gone since that first night partying, and Chris had spent every weekend high as a kite. His grades were safely in the ‘B’ range and his performance on the team had never been better. He’d even managed to lose the baby fat around his waist with the help of the drugs, giving him an even more enviable form. In that time, he’d run through all his birthday money, he allowance, his gas money, and had even taken to selling some of his comic books from when he was younger, all to support his new habit. What began as a $30 bag and the occasional puff through the day was now $100 a weekend and a constant intake of meth. Days he spent at home locked in his room behind a combo lock he installed himself, nights he snuck over to Freddy’s apartment and smoked and jerked and hung out naked, occasionally enjoying a left over girl from Freddy’s customers. Recently Freddy was kicking him out more and more often, which required Chris to schedule hook ups with girls and friends at bizarre hours. He was loving every drugged minute of it, and had become totally okay with spending hours in the buff with Freddy and random friends and customers he had over now and then. Finals came just in time for the money to run out, and Chris was panicked when he asked Freddy what to do. “You remember the guy you met the first weekend we hung out?” Chris nodded. “Well he has mentioned you a few times since then and I bet he’d be down to spot you some cash if you’d be down to let him suck you off.” “Seriously? He’s a fag? Seemed so…normal. I dunno man. I’m not into gay shit. I just really need this for one more week.” Chris was already aching for a puff when Freddy explained that he could pretend it was a girl and keep his eyes closed the whole time. Glancing over to the coffee table, Chris saw Freddy’s pipe laying out and his eyes glazed at the thought of being high again. He nodded okay. No sooner had Freddy gotten off the phone with the guy and told Chris to use his shower really quickly. Chris was now including some extra cleansing of his balls, ass and hole when he showered, since the tina had a tendency to make him empty his bowels. He’d just finished verifying there was nothing left inside him and getting washed when Freddy knocked and told him the guy was there, stripping nude and eagerly dropping to his knees in front of the chair where Freddy directed Chris to sit. The dude wasted no time and immediately began to suck as best he could, but it was no use since Chris was only thinking about getting high. Freddy suggested they smoke a bowl and gave Chris a Viagra to help him out. Once the smoke hit his lungs, Chris felt the high he needed and was able to turn his attention to the tv screen where an asain girl was taking two black dicks in either end. It turned out that the man was an excellent cock sucker, so good that Chris forgot who was doing it and grabbed his hair and started pounding his dick down the man’s throat and saying things like “take my fucking cock” and “I’m gonna feed you my cum bitch!” Sure enough, the next stroke was all it took for Chris to shoot load after load down the throat of a man he barely knew. As the euphoria wore off, he looked down and was disgusted to see the masculine face as it licked his shaft and balls. He pushed the man off and hurriedly got dressed, only pausing before leaving to get the tina he needed. PART III: INESCAPABLE OUTCOME Finals and the end of the baseball season went off with no problems, and Chris decided he was going to stop smoking now that he no longer needed to do it for his grades. Friday came and he was doing okay until he received a video message on his phone from Freddy. The clip was the college girl he’d met at Freddy’s apartment, and she was taking a hit from Freddy’s pipe totally nude. Never in his life had he wanted something so badly, and he couldn’t figure out if he wanted the pipe or the girl more. Since classes ended with finals, Chris rushed the last half of the last essay on his lit final, before tossing it on the teacher’s desk on his way out the door. On the way to Freddy’s apartment, he called the dealer and explained that he was still broke, but Freddy told him not to worry about it, because he had a friend coming over that was willing to share. When the other guy finally arrived, Chris had the co-ed on her back on the couch, with her legs over his shoulders and his cock ramming her pussy as hard as he could. He told Freddy how impressed he was by his own staying power since he’d been inside her for at least 20 minutes by then with no sign of cumming, and Freddy just laughed. “That’s because the pepsi I gave you to wash down the Viagra had some g in it,” Freddy mentioned like it was nothing. Chris looked concerned. “Don’t sweat it bro. G is ghb, all of us have some in our drinks. It is just like taking a couple shots.” Once the other guy started stripping, the girl declared that she needed a break and they all sat around and smoked a large bowl. Chris was so hard he was practically humming when his female fuck-partner got a text and apologized, explaining that her roommate was locked out and she needed to go give her the keys to their room. Promising to be back soon as she got dressed, she stopped only to stroke Chris’ cock a few times, before slipping on her shoes on her way out the door. “FUCK!” Chris shouted when she left. “I really need to fuck her! I am so fucking horny man!” “Chill Chris,” Freddy advised him, handing him a freshly loaded bowl. “Why don’t we each do another shot of G so we can calm down a little and by the time the bitch gets back, you’ll be ready for round two.” They all agreed and Freddy dashed into the kitchen to get the g. “I’m Steve, by the way,” the other man spoke up, sitting across the sofa from Chris, in only a jockstrap and his sneakers. “Guess I forgot to introduce myself before sucking you off last week.” “No worries,” Chris responded, awkwardly. “I’m Chris.” Freddy returned with three small shot glasses each filled about half full. Chris said they were wimps if that’s all it took, but both guys chuckled and told him to wait and see how he felt once he drank it. Sliding it back, he gagged at the god-awful flavor and almost threw up, eliciting more laughs from the other guys. Assuming they didn’t choke because they were used to it, it didn’t occur to him that it was actually because their glasses had water in them instead. Within minutes Chris’ vision was getting blurry and he felt himself start to fade into a state of semi-awareness. He remembered thinking he should be worried when Freddy moved to Steve’s side and the two of them started whispering back and forth, but he couldn’t seem to find the energy or will power to question them. As the tv became too difficult to make out, Steve got up and went out on the balcony to make a phone call. “How about we move into the guest bedroom so we can watch porn on the big screen?” Freddy suggested once Steve was out of ear shot. The high school boy agreed amicably and stood up too quickly, falling right back on his butt. Luckily the high from the pipe and the g was making him easy going, so he just laughed and let Freddy help him up. Inside the bedroom, he tried to object as Freddy stripped them both naked and placed Chris next to him in bed, but every time he opened his mouth, Freddy would stick the pipe in front of him and feed him another hit off of it. He soon forgot to protest when the tv began playing a very hot porn featuring a girl who looked a lot like the college girl from earlier, getting plowed in her ass by a tall tattoo covered tan guy who Chris swore looked almost identical to Freddy. Reaching for his cock, Chris discovered Freddy was already playing with it. “I’m nat a fig brew.” Chris slurred. “What?” Freddy asked, sliding his other hand between Chris’ legs to stroke and tickle the balls and asshole. “I’m…not a fag. Bro.” Chris struggled to focus, making his word come slower and more clearly. “Who said you were Chris?” Freddy replied before bending down and engulfing his buddies cock with his mouth. Chris moaned and tried to push Freddy away, but once he felt the dealer’s lips against his pelvis, he moaned and relaxed enough that moments later, he was passed out. Looking up at the nude, ripped teen boy in the bed, Freddy let the stiff post-pubescent cock fall from his mouth, which curled into a smile. Hopping up, he leaned out the door and motioned to Steve, who ended his call, came back inside and climbed onto the bed next to Chris’ head. Together they readjusted Chris until his ass was at the foot of the bed and Steve was kneeling over his head, pinning the boy’s arms beneath his muscular thighs. Freddy chuckled quietly as he applied some lube to his fingers and work one, then two and finally a third one into the teen’s tight virgin ass. As the third one slipped in, Chris began to stir and Steve tensed his legs to keep the boy’s arms still. Withdrawing from the boyhole, Freddy was pleasantly surprised to find Chris’ ass as clean inside as it was outside. Showing Steve, the two of them made some quiet jokes about what a good little slut they’d found, doucheing before they used ‘her.’ “Time for a little wake up call,” Freddy whispered, pulling out a syringe with no needle, a small cup of water and some of his tina. He put a large crystal of the drug into the syringe then reinserted the plunger and used it to suck up some water. Not enough to make a mess, but enough to dissolve the rock with a little shaking and swirling. Once neither one could see the crystal, Freddy lubed the syringe and slowly slid it in the ass where he had just had his fingers. As soon as it was in as far as it could go, freddy pushed down on the plunger and emptied the liquid into Chris’ ass. “Baby’s first booty bump,” Steve said, laughing. The two men watched as the drugs took effect, reviving the boy slowly. Five minutes passed before they figured it was in his blood stream, then Freddy pulled out the syringe and leaned down over the teen’s body. Lifting the boy’s legs over his forearms, he moved his erect cock in until the lubed head was pressed against the virgin cunt. “Open your eyes ball boy,” the dealer said softly but in a commanding tone. Chris was dreaming that his math teacher was on her knees sucking his balls while his French teacher ate his ass with her bright red lips, and he wasn’t happy to respond to the male voice demanding he awaken, but he did anyway. Fluttering eyelids gave way to one and then two pupils, followed by some blinking before Chris finally became fully awake and looked up puzzled. For a few seconds, it didn’t register what was happening to him, until he managed to look a little further down his chest and caught sight of a tattooed torso between his thighs. Dawning on the fact that it was a set of male abs and pecs bent over him, his eyes shot wide open and he began to struggle. Steve and Freddy laughed at the feeble attempt to escape, since the boy was still on enough g that all he could really do was shake his head back and forth and wiggle his hips. “Get off of me mother fucker!” Spat the teen trying to gather enough strength to get an arm free. “what the fuck are you doing?” “Nothing much,” Freddy said, beginning to add pressure to the hole with his large, leaking cock. “I just want you to be awake when I make you a man.” “Fuck you queer!” Came the reply from the baseball boy, which did nothing but anger his rapists. Freddy dropped a thigh and smacked the teen’s face. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but with enough to force to shut the boy up and make him tremble slightly. “The only queer here,” The dealer said, sneering at his victim and lifting the leg back over his arm. “Is you bitch. I knew from the moment you smoked the very first bowl with me that you were a no-good faggot cock-sucking whore, and now I’m gonna prove it. Hold onto your panties.” Suddenly Freddy reared back and slammed his hips and cock forward, pushing half his engorged dick past the boy’s tight outer sphincter. Chris screamed like an 11yo falling off his bike, and slammed his eyes shut. Freddy motioned to Steve, who reached back on the bed and picked up Freddy’s discarded jockstrap, shoving it in the boy’s mouth. Freddy reared back again, withdrawing until only the head was still in the boy’s butt, and slammed forward a second time, until ¾ of his cock was inside. Another scream, muffled by the jock, came shooting out of the teen’s throat, as well as some sobs and tears. Pulling out again, the third slam saw the huge tattooed man’s meat make it all the way in, pushing past a second sphincter and causing one pitiful cry from the boy before he passed out. Minutes later the boy returned to consciousness, but somehow he was no longer in pain from the dick in his ass. Instead the sharp knife stabbing his insides had transformed into a warm ache and something else, something suspiciously like…pleasure. He heard moaning and grunting as he opened his eyes again and found Freddy ramming his ass full speed. With each driving thrust, the dealer added another guttural sound of pleasure, explaining the grunts he heard, but Steve was no longer kneeling over him, so where were the moans coming from? Shame filled the boy’s head when it dawned on him that he was the one moaning, from the pleasure of having his ass reamed. With no Steve above him, his arms were free to fight. Raising them, Chris expected them to push against his rapist, but as the cock inside him slid in and out of his no-longer virginal asshole, it rubbed something that caused tiny orgasms to shoot through the teen’s body, and made his arms reach out and pull the dealer’s hips against him harder. “Look who’s up,” Freddy said, bending down and kissing the teen. “And it looks like he’s enjoying himself.” Chris kept his mouth shut at first, which frustrated his fucker. Freddy slammed the boy especially hard, making Chris’ mouth pop open in a yelp, allowing the taller man’s tongue to slip inside the boy’s mouth and rape that as well. Once their tongues began wrestling, every last ounce of resistance faded from the youngster, and he became a willing participant as Freddy proceeded to fuck him on his belly, on his side, doggy style and finally on his back again when he was getting close to finishing. “You want me to cum in you bitch?” Freddy asked, his forehead resting against the boy’s. “Please don’t” Chris whimpered, part of him wanting the man to go ahead anyway. “Then I’ll stop fucking you.” Freddy threatened, pulling almost the whole way out of the boy. Chris cried out, hating the empty feeling and throwing his hands out to pull the man back into his ass. “That’s what I thought,” the tattooed top said laughing, resuming his full force fuck into the teen. “So I’ll ask you again. You want me to cum in you bitch? Want me to cum in you now and again tomorrow and again every day from now on until you’re nothing but a used up cunt full of sperm and shame? Tell me what you want!!” “I want…” Chris stopped himself, but Freddy slammed as hard and deep into him as he could, forcing the boy to continue. “I want you to cum in me.” “Good cause here…I…CUM!” Chris felt the cock inside him swell as his rapist slammed a dozen more times harder and deeper than he had yet and suddenly he could just tell that the man was cumming. The tight tattooed abs rubbing his own teen cock and the stiff giant cock in his hole, stimulating him in places he’d never felt before, joined together to make the teen shoot 1, 2, 3,…a dozen shots of thick, ropy boyjizz against the two male chests. Both men breathed hard and fast as they emptied their balls together, until both were finished and Freddy collapsed onto Chris, making out with the teen as their sweat and cum rolled off of them onto the bedspread. “hot damn.” Steve said, stepping out of the shadows with a camera in his hand. Chris’ gut dropped as he realized the two men had just taped, possibly even broadcasted his rape. “This oughta be enough to make sure you come back for more.” Chris felt the shame stream back into his mind as he stood in the shower, washing himself with boiling hot water. Tears fell from his eyes as he realized Steve was right. He had no choice now. If he didn’t want the men to release the tape or show his parents or get him kicked out of school, he’d have to do what they said, when they said. His feeling of being invincible was over, replaced by a mix of fear, resignation and excitement. Drying off, he walked back into the guest room and laid down without a fight. Steve started moving between the boy’s legs and lubed up his own cock for round two, and Chris knew there was nothing he could do but take the man’s cock, and any other cock they wanted him to take. He was theirs now.

A few weekends ago, it was 'Biker Week' here in Las Vegas. And thousands of bikers from across the country had filled the downtown area for the weekend. I found an ad on Craigslist that said there were several horny bikers, needing mouths, cunts and/or assholes to fill. They were hosting at one of the downtown hotels near Fremont St. It was a little after midnight on Sunday morning, but this being Vegas, I'm sure the partying was just getting started. I replied to the ad and attached some pics of me sucking cock and taking raw dick in my ass. I gave my stats and described myself as a 50 year old guy, that appeared on the outside as a conservative professional guy. But that I was really a cock & cum hungry whore. That loved taking raw loads in my mouth and ass. About 30 minutes went by, and I had not gotten a reply. So, I assumed that this biker was not interested in me. I'd replied to a couple of more ads on CL, but nothing was seeming to work out. Nothing but a lot of flakes. So, I was about to give up and go to bed, when I got an email reply from the biker. He said he and a couple of buddies were horny and just needed some hungry holes to fill. He said he and one other guy were bi and had both fucked men before. But that he had a couple of straight buddies that might be interested in fucking my ass if they couldn't find any pussy. And if I could get them hard. I have a real weakness for str8 dick. So, I decided bed was going to have to wait. I wanted some biker dick. I replied back and said I would douche and shower and head downtown to his hotel. It would be about an hour before I could reach his room. He said that was cool. His buddies were all still drinking at one of the bars, and he would be in his room in one hour. He had stated in his email that I had to take it raw. No condoms were allowed. I told him I preferred raw as well. They were all welcome to cum inside me. He also said, "You better be able to takes some hard pounding. We're all fuckin' horny. This is just going to be hard, deep ass pounding. Hope you can take it." I assured him that I could take it. And that I would be there ASAP. He replied back with his hotel name and room number. And said, "See you in an hour, Fag". I quickly douched, showered and hopped in my car to head downtown to his hotel. Sure enough, the some of the streets had been blocked off. The streets were filled with hundreds of bikes and scruffy looking bikers. There was a parking terrace across from the hotel. Also filled with hundreds of bikes. I parked and walked down the parking terrace staircase to the ground floor. Inside the stairwell, on one of the landings, I passed a slutty looking chick, on her knees, sucking off a biker dude, dressed in his leather jacket and leather pants & boots. They didn't even pause as I passed by them. I crossed the street to the hotel, found the elevators and headed up to his room. I knocked on the door and was greeted by a 45 year old biker, graying, long hair, scruffy beard, wearing jeans and a black wife beater tee-shirt and bare feet. Without saying a word, he opened the door and motioned for me to come in. Sitting on the sofa were 2 other guys who looked very similar to the host. Laying on the bed was another scruffy guy. Propped up against the headboard. All 3 of them had their eyes glued to the TV. They didn't even look my way to check me out. A str8 porn movie was showing. 2 skanky looking chicks were getting fucked by a group of about 8 guys. The guy on the bed had his fly open. And was stroking a fat, 7", uncut dick. I could already see a bead of precum oozing from his piss slit. I walked into the room and asked if any other there were going to be any women or more guys for them to fuck showing up? He said, "So far, you're the only hole, faggot. You better be ready to take some loads". "No problem", I said. The host told me to get naked. I quickly did as I was told. Grabbing my bottle of poppers from my pants pocket. The host unbuttoned his fly and pulled out a nice looking, semi hard, cut dick. Once I was naked, the host then said, "Suck my dick, queer". I dropped to my knees in front of him, took a whiff of poppers and took his cock into my mouth. I could feel him quickly hardening in my mouth as I worked my cock sucking skills on him. His dick was probably about 6.5". And within no time, he was hard as a rock in my mouth. From the corner of my eye, I could see the guy that was on the bed, stand up and remove all his clothes. Soon he was standing next to us. "Suck his dick, fag", the host said. I moved to the other guys cock. Put my lips up to his cock and licked the precum from his piss slit. He slapped his cock across my face and said, "Suck it". I gladly obliged. My lips wrapped around his cock and I started to work his cock down my throat. What appeared to be 7"s when he was stroking on the bed, quickly grew to over 8"s of thick uncut cock. I sucked and gently chewed on his foreskin. The attention to his foreskin was really making him drip. I could taste his dried cum and dried piss in the folds of his very ample foreskin. I took turns sucking on both these hot bikers dicks. These guys were in no hurry to cum. They wanted to be edged and really enjoy a hot mouth. The two on the sofa had by now pulled their cocks out and were stroking. They were enjoying the view of me sucking their buds as well as watching the porn on the TV. After about 10 minutes of sucking, I was told to kneel on the edge of the bed. Once I was in position on the bed, the host moved behind me and fingered my hole. "Nice and tight", he said. He spit down onto my asshole and slid the saliva up inside my hole with his finger. He did this a couple of times, until my hole was nice and lubed. Then he rubbed his cock against my puckered hole and spit onto his cockhead. I was sniffing deeply on the poppers. I knew this guy was going to go into me in one quick thrust. So, I poppered myself up as he slapped his cockhead against my spit covered hole. Then he grabbed me around the waist and slid balls deep up into me in one thrust. It hurt like a son of a bitch. I did let out a soft groan of pain. But a couple of more hits of poppers made the pain subside. He quickly began to pump in and out of my manpussy. By now his two buddies from the sofa had stood up and were standing close to observe their friend fucking my hole. The other guy had gotten onto the bed and was kneeling in front of me. He moved his fat cock to my lips and I took him into my mouth again. The other two guys had by now removed their clothes and were standing around us, stroking their dicks. "Damn! I never thought fucking a queer would look this hot. I think I'll trying fucking that hole" one of the str8 guys said". With that, the host pulled from my hole. "Be my guest", the host said. His str8 buddy stepped behind me and slid his cock into my ass. "Fuck! That's a tight pussy", the str8 biker said, and he began to fuck me. For the next hour, the 4 guys took turns fucking my ass and mouth. While one of the str8 guys was fucking me, the host knelt on the bed in front of me, backing up to my mouth and told me to eat his ass. I of course did as I was told. While I was eating his ass and getting fucked, there was a knock at the door. One of the guys went to the door and looked through the peephole. "It's Mike and Chris" he said. "Let them in", said the host. Soon there were 2 more bikers in the room. They quickly undressed. The floor was covered with jeans, tee-shirts and boots. The 2 new guys quickly took their turns fucking my ass. Chris must have been really horny, because he was the first to cum. He came quickly inside me after only fucking me for a couple of minutes. Then one of the str8 guys from the sofa slid back inside me. "Fuck! Your cum makes good lube, Chris!", he chuckled as he proceeded to fuck me hard and deep. This guy also came within a few minutes. Pulling out, I could feel cum start to slide down onto my balls. That cock was replaced by a 3rd. I could tell from the length and thickness that it was the uncut guy. He was grabbing me tightly around the waist and really pounding me hard and deep. The size of his cock and the speed of his fuck was giving me some pleasurable pain. So I took some more hits of poppers, to be able to accommodate him. He asked for my poppers. I handed them back to him. I could hear him taking some deep sniffs. He handed the bottle back to me. I took a few more hits from it. And he really went to town on my ass. He was slamming so hard into me, that I was letting out a grunting sound as he assaulted my hole. Likewise, he was grunting as he pounded his thick meat into me. Soon he let out a loud groan and slammed deep inside me. Holding his cock balls deep in me, he emptied his balls into my gut. He pulled out and Mike now slipped up in me. Mike also had close to 8"s. He took no time slamming repeatedly into my pussy. Fucking me fast and with furry. Meanwhile, the uncut fat dick was at my face. He wanted me to clean off his cock with my mouth. Which I happily did. Mike came quickly inside me. He pulled out and the other str8 guy took his place. As he fucked me, the host put his ass back to my mouth. I hungrily ate his hole as the str8 biker fucked me. I could feel my ass getting sloppy with cum. Cum was dripping down my balls and down my thighs as this guy pounded deep into me. This guys cock had a nice downward curve to it. It was rubbing across my prostate as he fucked me. I was groaning with pleasure as I knew I was going to cum by the stimulation of my prostate by this guys beautiful cock. Sure enough, I couldn't hold out any longer. I brought my face up out of the hosts ass and groaned, "I'm Cumming..!!!" I shook in orgasm as my cum shot onto the sheets. My ass tightened as I came. This must of turned on the guy, 'cause he began to groan as his cock throbbed inside me and emptied his load deep in me. As he pulled out, the host moved off the bed and behind me. He slammed up into me, slapping my ass hard as he began to pound. He slapped my ass a few times. Then grabbed me tightly around the waist and assaulted my ass harder than any of the other guys had. In 3 or 4 minutes, he let out a grunt as he filled me with his load. His body as well as mine were shaking as I had another orgasm while he emptied his load in me. He pulled out and said, "Suck me". I climbed off the bed, dropped to my knees and cleaned off his cock of all the mixed juices from my ass that covered his cock. The other guys were dressing and leaving. All without saying a word. After I cleaned off the host's cock. I also dressed. As I was leaving the room, the host said, "Email me tomorrow night. I may have some more buds for you to service". I did. And he did. I left as one happy cum whore. Filled with 6 biker loads in my ass. When my loads finally had to expel, I swear there had to have been close to a half cup of jizz slide out of my ass and into the toilet. The next night was just as fun. The same 6 guys as well as 2 more of their buds again assaulted my holes for well over 3 hours. Needless to say, I was a bit sore for a few days. But no complaints. I enjoyed every moment. And enjoyed every drop of it.

I don't want to "disrespect" the load a top has given me by pushing it out so I generally hold it in me. Plus, cum makes great lube for the next fuck. But occasionally I'll get fucked by a guy whose seed my body just rejects. Not long after taking one of these loads, my body insists on evacuating anything it can and I have to rush to the bathroom. Fortunately this doesn't happen often. Perhaps an allergy to certain guys' semen? I don't know if that's me, but I've read about women occasionally having an allergy to the prostaglandins in semen. Anyone else experienced this?

Hey showed up got his load down my throat, another guy came by few hours later and bred me.

100% absorb

Yup! Keep it in as long as possible. When you are leaking its hot, but why push out?

My last load was in Chicago at Man's Country by a guy from Puerto Rico who loaded me up not once but twice that night. He pounded my ass both times for at least 30 minutes. My most memorable load while in Chicago was at Bear's Night at Touche; a Latin guy with a nine inch uncut cock fucked me raw in the bar with the bar watching; my hole was dripping with his cum after he finished his hard fuck! I love Chicago, took many raw loads there over a two week vacation there.

Now that's hot. No matter how you slice it. Fucking. Hot!!

I'll keep it for a while but get too turned on Squeeze it into my hand and slurp it down ........love that!

Very hot. Anon steal piss fuck .. don't get much better than that. I too do a good deal of ABS dick, always have. I feel your pain re position at the hole .. hard to be a good whore cause it's tough after a while. I always keep a dick in me as long as I can in hopes the top will let a stream of piss. Most guys have to piss after shooting anyway, and my fantasy is to just take it like the cum load I just got. Only happened once ... I was giving a bj, He shot. I stayed on it. After a while I felt that warm piss load coming out. He didn't ask, didn't care, just knew I would take it .. and I did.

I just added that app this week and set it up for sex counts....great idea. works with apple watch (iOS version)....so you can easily look at your totals and relive the fun.... maybe someone needs to set up a place for everyone to add their numbers......so it really is a CUM-ulative total

Met an ok young guy like 21 off of grindr this morning. I was super horny. He said condom only and I was mad but I said ok. He got here and was sooooo horny I rubbed my cock all over his lubed hole hoping he would let me put it in my true to his work CONDOM... So I on and pulled it half off as I was fingering him doggie and bit off the tip. I shoved right in! Made him moan and he milked my cock thinking I was fully wrapped. Boy was he wrong. Bred his hole with my massive load and made him cum too. Then I pulled out and made sure to pull it off when he was still doggie style. Hope he gets tested soon...

Daddy used grindr to find a 17 year old guy to fuck me (age of consent is 16 in uk). Was weird being with someone thats younger than me. I felt pretty embarressed as i was locked and everything. Then the boy watched as daddy bred me slowly. I had to keep eye comtact with him the whole time. He got hard and came down my throat. I was blushing the whole time! He was so confident, just proves i'm a pussy bitch boy!

Part II After a while of fucking my hole open... he gave me 2 more hits on the bowl and said "how about you give your hole to my buddies" so he had invited a few big thuggish guys ofter with monster cocks. One after the other they took turns fucking my brains out and giving me cum shot after cum shot. One guy, who was a thick older black guy with a monster cock, we're talking at least 10", he took me and slammed me face down onto the couch and started to finger my hole adding one finger after the other. I was in pain a little so I started to cry and that when they desided to stick some more T up my tight hole. I began to relax and and each finger was taking its time enter through my little pink hole. after about 15 minutes he had his whole hand just inside my hole. I felt like I was in heaven than. They kept talking dirty to me and said we are going to keep you for a few days and have you opened up and ready to do this again.

Part 3 I left the boys for a moment while I was texting and getting "fresh" sodas. The responses started coming quickly, 18 year old twins are a rate find, and soon I had 12 of my buddies coming over in a little bit. Handing them their new drinks, I also popped a little blue pill in their mouths. A freshly loaded pipe was passed around, and my boys were loaded and hard. I grabbed Brodi and pulled him onto me, sitting him on my cock as I layed on the carpet. Like a good slut he moaned as he slid down my veiny cock, setteling his pink pussy into my pubes. Then I grabbed Benji and pulled his ass to my face. He sat down on my tongue and I licked and sucked the cum out I had deposited in him. Both boys moaned as their cunts were being put to use. I pushed Benji forward into his brother, and the twins started kissing each other deeply. I didn't want to miss seeing that hot show, so I pushed the boys off of me. Benji fell back onto the carpet and I guided Brodi between his legs. "Fuck your brother." I whispered in his ear. Brodi spread his twins legs and lined his hard cock to the waiting hole. Benji let out a deep, guttural moan as his brother slid his cock into him. He wrapped his arms and legs around Brodi, pulling his cock in deep and locking his mouth onto his brother. Brodi went into overdrive, pounding his brother frantically as they made out. Fuck it was so hot watching the incest taking place right in front of me. I couldn't help but think they had been wanting this for a long time, and I had finally freed them up to fufill their desires. Brodi just pounded the shit out of Benji for at least 15 minutes before he pulled his mouth away. "I'm gonna cum bro! Fuck yea! Take my cum!" He shook and twitched as he pumped his load into his brother. Benji just begged him for it. "Oh god Brodi! Do it! Fuckin cum in me bro!" He pulled Brodi as deep into him as he could while he took his brothers load. When Brodi had finished, I pulled him up and laid his chest on the couch. He was still breathing hard from his orgasm. I just grabbed Benji and pushed him up to Brodi's waiting ass. "Fuck your brother man!" I ordered him. "Fuck him like he fucked you!" Dazed in drugs and lust, Benji rammed full force into Brodi, grabbing his hips and riding him hard. "Take my cock bitch!" He yelled at his brother. I was surprised at the dominance coming from him. "Take it bro! TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD YOU BITCH!" He pumped his brother full and collapsed on his back, licking Brodi's ear as he drained his load. Pulling out, he turned Brodi over and the boys started kissing furiously. I just smiled as I watched, knowing what I had awakened in them. As they made out, I pushed a plug into each of them to hold in the cum. The plugs popped in easily. "All right boys, the night has just begun." I told them. "The real party is going to start real soon!"

Part 2 Friday finally arrived, and I had big plans for the twins! After tonight they would be my little fucksluts for the rest of the summer. I knew once I had them hooked in they wouldn't be able to refuse hard cock, mine, or anyone else's. And I had plenty of party supplies on hand to guarantee my success. They came over as planned for another "movie" night, and I was just in my underwear as usual. Instead of beer this time, I handed them glasses of soda and told them there was booze in them. Of course it was G that was in their drinks. We settled down to watch 300, which I of course picked for all the hot practically naked men. Soon the boys were getting loose and relaxed, and I noticed, erect in their shorts. Time to introduce the big guns. I brought out a glass pipe I had preloaded with a hefty load of shards. "You guys ever had T?" I asked. "No man." Brodi said, rolling his head toward me. "What's it like?" "Dude," I said, "if you thought weed was great, this shit kicks its ass!" I lit the pipe and melted the shards till it started filling up with white smoke. Holding it up to Brodi's pink lips, I told him to suck. He inhaled it deep, and coughed a bit. Then I held it up to Benji and looked deep in his eyes. "Suck boy." I told him, and he took a big hit, and coughed like his brother. I sat between them and passed it back and forth, from one pouty pink mouth to the other. Each boy had 4 big hits before it was empty, their blue eyes turning glassy and black. I had them. I let their first rush settle in a bit, while I casually rubbed their hairless thighs, eliciting light moans from them. I could feel the sexual heat building up in them as I moved closer to their cocks. Benji grabbed my hand and placed it right on his hard dick. "Patience boy," I said to him. "All in good time." I knew they thought I was going to suck them off again, but little did they know what was truely in store for them. I stood and replaced the movie with a nasty gay porn from T.I.M. Soon the tv was filled with images of hot bareback sex. I loaded a fresh pipe, and took the first hit myself. Turning to Benji, I placed my mouth on his and pinched his nipples. He gasped and instinctively inhaled as I blew in his mouth. I slipped my tongue in him, meeting no resistance. I sucked on his tongue and pinched his pink tits for a minute as he melted into me. Taking another hit, I did the same thing to Brodi, again, meeting no resistance from the supposedly straight boy. We all hit the pipe a few more times till it was gone, the boys flying high. "Do you like?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Fuck yea," said Benji, "feels amazing!" "You ain't felt nothing yet!" I said, pulling his shorts off. "You thought a blowjob was great, feel this!" I rolled the naked boy over, chest on the couch, legs hanging down, and spread his ass cheeks apart. There before me was a perfect pink virgin hole. I shuddered as I dove into it, digging my tongue deep into him, eating his pussy. He just moaned and pushed his ass back on my face, getting as much of me in him as he could. Damn he was going to make a great fuckboy! I pulled off him, and grabbed his brother, putting him in the same position, ripping off his shorts and diving into the identical match of the pussy I just ate. Brodi groaned as I gave him the same treatment, getting his hole nice and juicy. It was all I could do to pull off of him, but it was time for the next step. "Don't move boys!" I said as I got up and retrieved two needeless syringes, inserting them into the twins simultaneously, pushing the plungers, releasing a hefty dose of T into their asses. "This will burn a little, but then it will feel so good!" As they got higher, I started fingering their holes. Soon they were taking two fingers each, and begging for more. I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed the lube and chose Brodi first. Since I knew he was the more dominant of the two, I wanted him to take my cock first. I grabbed some poppers and held them under his nose. He inhaled several times, and I knew he was ready. I pushed my head into his anus, and it just popped right in. I held him down while I slid it all the way till I was buried. "Oh my God!" He yelled. "Oh fuck! Take it out please!" He begged. I just stayed buried in him. Grabbing his nipples I started to Fuck him while I pinched his titties. Soon his begging for me to pull out turned to begging for me to fuck him. I slammed his sweet hole while his brother watched him. After 10 minutes I pulled out of him and moved to Benji. I gave him poppers and slammed my cock in him hard. He howled out in agony but I didn't care. My dream had come true. I was fucking the Baxter twins! And it was everything I had hoped it would be! Benji was soon moaning and begging for more, just like his brother. I knew I had two hot sluts in the making! I pulled out, and rammed back into Brodi. He took it all, moaning like a whore. I went back and forth between the boys, stretching their cunts, pounding them deep, until I couldn't hold off anymore. "Tell me you want it boys!" I demanded. "Tell me you want me to breed your cunts!" Both boys begged me for it, each one desperate to take my load. I gave Brodi the first couple squirts, shooting deep in his guts before pulling out. Then I slammed Benji and unloaded the rest of my big cumload into him. I pulled out and looked at my work with satisfaction. I had done it. The twins were mine now. My spunk in both their holes, claiming them as my cumdumps. I grabbed my phone. Time to introduce my new sluts to my friends! Awww foxboy, you're my new best (slutty) friend!

Why? Because I'm fat, always have been, and to get a guy, particularly a gay guy, to even touch me, I had to make certain compromises.

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.

This keeps getting hotter and hotter.

Taking a mans load is a necessity as I need their DNA in me. I will never see a load go wasted, I've had sex in toilet cubicles and have licked loads off the floor and walls.

I'd love to be used like a faggot cumdump like this.

My name is Mikey – CHPT 4 - Time for Your Medicine: The taste of Harold’s cum that I fingered out of my ass was intoxicating. I kept sticking my finger in my bruised hole trying to find more, and realized how desperately I wanted Harold to fuck me again. Was sex always rough like that with men? As much as my guilt tried to overwhelm me, I knew I enjoyed it – fuck this was all so damn confusing. I rubbed the spot on my arm where Curtis had injected me with something earlier, and was not sure what to do, so thought maybe I should try to get some sleep. The constant low-level roar of the porn playing next door in the theater and not being able to get Harold out of my head, made that impossible. So, I got back up and took the ‘grand tour’ of Harold’s living quarters and realized he was as messy and filthy as the rest of Roxies seemed to be, so decided to tidy things up a bit. His pile of Army coveralls all seemed dirty and I was sniffing the last pair before adding them to the pile I had folded when I heard the padlocks begin unlocking on the door. I dropped the coveralls, anxiously hoping it was Harold coming back, then heard the locks on the inside being turned, and soon realized the footsteps I heard were Curtis’. “Well, well, well, I see you’re learning to be a good little wife already huh?” he said with a mix of amusement and what I thought was anger, “You ready for some more dick sissy?” Honestly I was, but did not want his, and took a step back towards the mattress on the floor as I said, “Hmm, no, I…don’t think I can. I…hurt pretty bad right now…and I…have not eaten in a long time. Can I get something to eat now?” Curtis dropped the backpack he was carrying, his eyes flaring with anger as he took two long strides and slapped me, knocking me onto mattress. “You will fucking eat when I tell you to eat, understand?” Curtis snarled, “For a sissy you are awful sassy. Maybe you will learn, but frankly I hope you don’t as I am going to fucking enjoy breaking you. Been far too long since I was able to tear someone apart from the inside out.” I rubbed my face where Curtis’ hand had connected and looked at him with a mix of fear, anger, disgust, and confusion. Curtis gave me a creepy smile and said in barely a whisper, “Don’t worry. That one won’t bruise, others will, but that little slap won’t. I know how to hit and not leave a mark. Now sit on the fucking edge of the bed and put your arm out and tell me your name.” I had to bite my tongue hard not to yell, “MY NAME IS MIKEY!” I held back, bowed my head and said, “I’m a sissy cunt.” “Again,” Curtis ordered. So I kept repeating, “I’m a sissy cunt, I’m a sissy cunt.” Curtis had kicked the backpack he had dropped over next to me, knelt in front of me, lifted my chin with his left hand and gave me that big fucking smile again as I repeated once more, “I’m a sissy cunt.” I had pleased him, and the rush of knowing that made me smile no matter how much I didn’t want to. Immediately Curtis’ smile disappeared and his right hand came up and slapped me even harder, knocking me on my side. “This ain’t about your fucking pleasure. Understand? Sit back up you cunt, and give me your arm,” Curtis spat out. My anger was rising again, but I obeyed, and watched as Curtis pulled two bottles of water out of his bag and set them to the side and then a black leather case, which he took his time unzipping. Curtis laid the case flat and there was a row of syringes on each side and two small glass bottles on each end. He grabbed a syringe, held it up in front of me as he filled it with a dark, yellow liquid from one of the bottles, then I watched as he tapped the syringe and pressed the end slightly so a small squirt shot out of the end. There was a sadistic gleam in his eyes as Curtis roughly grabbed my left arm, held it straight, with the edge of his right hand tapped a vein, then jabbed the syringe into it as I yelped and flinched, but Curtis had my arm locked in a vice grip and held me steady as gave me whatever had been in the bottle. When the syringe was empty he folded my arm, set the syringe in the leather case, dug around in his knapsack and brought out another syringe – one that appeared empty. I could not understand what he was doing as Curtis slowly inserted the needle into a vein in his own arm, but this time instead of injecting something, he pulled back a little on plunger and rivulets of blood followed. He was smiling again now, his entire face almost glowing as he pulled the needle out, licked his arm twice to remove any blood, then looked at me and cocked his head as if I could read his mind. Curtis kept smiling as he then grabbed my right arm and it dawned on me what he planned to do. No fucking way. I began to try to scramble back onto the mattress, but Curtis lifted a closed fist and raised his eyebrows as if asking, “Really, you really want to do that?” I started to shake and tremble and tears began to trickle down my cheeks as I watched in horror and fascination as Curtis slowly stuck the needle that had just been in his arm into mine, and emptied the barrel. When the plunger was all the way home and the barrel empty, Curtis gently removed the needle, bent forward and lovingly caressed the spot on my arm with his tongue before covering it in hot kisses. I didn’t understand why he had done that and was still shaking and too afraid to ask. Curtis tossed that syringe back into his backpack, stood up, pulled his pants down, and released his rock hard dick. I knew he wanted to fuck, so started to get up, but Curtis pushed me back down, knelt down on the floor with his pants still around his ankles, pulled me tight to him and gave me a long, wet kiss. His tongue explored my mouth and he began to nibble at my lips with his teeth, each bite a little harder than the last. “Do you feel it yet?” he asked, “Do you feel me? Do you feel your medicine? I’ve got another injection for you right here.” Curtis then slammed his closed fist into my chest sending me flat on my back and knocking the wind out of me a bit. He roughly reached out, flipped me over, spread my ass apart and buried his face in my hole, moaning and groaning as his mouth coated my ass crack and shredded ring with spit. My own dick was hard now, and I felt a little dizzy and disoriented. When I opened my eyes and looked at the crumpled up sheets or wall behind the mattress, the dizziness got worse, so I kept my eyes closed as Curtis continued to work my hole with his mouth. Waves of heat, cold, and nothingness seemed to circle through my body. I started to sort of phase out, must have been from that shot, and Curtis’ voice now seemed to come in bits and pieces. He had moved his body up over mine and was now grinding his long, thick, torpedo headed dick against my ass. “You want some more dick sissy cunt? I know you do. It’s all right, I know you can’t really think clearly right now, it’s alright sissy, I don’t want your mouth, JUST YOUR FUCKING CUNT!” With that Curtis punched his dick into my ass bringing me a moment of pain and clarity before the fog rolled back in. Curtis had his left arm around my neck to hold me in place and was whispering in my ear as he ground his dick around inside of me like a helicopter rotor, “FUCK YOU GOT A GOOD CUNT, GOD DAMN SISSY, THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE MADE FOR. YOU WERE MADE FOR PLEASING MEN. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO FUCK YOU - YOU LET THEM. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO CUM IN YOU – YOU LET THEM. ANY MEN THAT WANT TO TREAT YOU LIKE THE WORTHLESS SISSY CUNT YOU ARE – YOU WILL THANK THEM! FUCKING JAIL RIPE ASS! SHIT. YOU WILL BE A SISSY THAT CRAVES BLACK DICK, NEEDS BLACK DICK, AND I AM GOING TO USE YOU HARD EVERY DAY AND FILL YOU WITH MY CUM.” The harder Curtis fucked me, the tighter he squeezed my neck with his arm and the dizzier I got. I brought my hands up to try pull his arm away, but it was a half-hearted attempt. Something about feeling the muscles in his forearm flex and move as he tightened his grip, combined with his dick stretching my ass out, and his dirty talk made me surrender. So I just held on and let him ride me. I don’t know what happened next. When I could focus again I was still face down on the mattress, but Curtis was not on top of me. I reached back and felt a wetness on my back and ass and heard Curtis laugh, then say, “I glazed that ham inside and out with my own honey sauce. Fucking leave it there and get up. Time for some more medicine.” I rubbed my eyes, shook my head to clear it, and carefully scooted to the edge of the mattress and got up. Curtis was sitting in a chair, fully dressed, hidden in a cloud of smoke. He held out his hand, “Here, hit it, this is that laced kush I was telling you about. From now on you will be in a constant state of FUCKED-THE-HELL-UP. Anytime I see you I expect you to be high, drunk, doped out on your medicine, or all three, understand? Good sissy cunt, now you’re learning. I don’t need to hear your mouth unless I give you permission to speak. Just nod that little head of yours. Fuck, what you doing? You don’t smoke good shit like that. Let me guess, you ain’t never smoked before you met those two white trash fuckers? You got to savor this shit, let it flow through you, ease it out. This ain’t no fucking horse race. That’s it, feel that? Good. Come on.” Curtis stood up, crossed his arms in impatience, and started to mumble something while I looked for a place to put out the joint. I found an overflowing ashtray on a shelf, went to put it out, but Curtis stopped me, grabbed it back, and gripped it between his teeth as he roughly shoved me forward. I quickly scanned for something to put on, not sure what was happening, but realizing again how naked I was and how dirty I felt. Curtis turned the deadbolts in the door, opened the door and stood back for me to pass through. I was assaulted by the porn theater’s raucous sounds of some young girl being pummeled by two big dicks and cautiously took a step forward. I had lost track of time, so was not sure how long I had been in Harold’s room, but the theater now had a low haze of smoke drifting in gentle waves several feet off the floor and it felt tremendously hot in there. Curtis closed the door, gripped my left arm hard, and as he steered me towards the back of the theater I saw two guys who were sitting in the theater seats turn their heads, their hands pausing from jacking their dicks, as they watched my naked parade. I was led to a group of men who were sitting in a cluster of chairs over by the couch. Their voices died and all heads turned and stared as Curtis dragged me closer. Even with the heat, my body was covered in goose bumps and I held a hand over my dick, trying to give myself some sense of being covered up. “Jesus fucking Christ Curtis,” one of them said, “What the fuck have you done?” I looked around at the group, I guess there were seven or eight of them, all white and older like my dad’s age, scruffy, some had beards, most of them were smoking, and the smell of pot was especially strong coming from the guy Curtis stopped and made me stand by. “Well,” Curtis started, “I ain’t done nothing that didn’t need doing and you know better than to get up in my fucking shit. However, as a show of appreciation for your steady business you bunch of freaks, I figured I would let you share in my bounty – err booty.” This elicited a round laughs, “Hell yeahs,” and more. Curtis lit the joint he had me hit before, gave it to me again with a nod to hit it hard several times, he then ground it out on the floor and said, “You dirty fucks have an hour,” and then walked out the exit and shut the door, leaving me alone. Immediately multiple hands began grabbing at me, touching me, someone swore when they ran their hands in the cum Curtis had dribbled on my lower back when he pulled out, and in the dim, hazy light of the porn movie, I was pawed and fawned over as the pack of perverts tried to figure out what to do. I didn’t know what to do either. I did know that if I went back to the room Curtis would get angry, so I just stood there and tried to ignore what was happening. “Hey, you, fuck what’s wrong with you,” one of the men asked who was now standing in front of me, “Where you from, what’s your name, from that wad covering your hind side and dripping down your thighs it looks like Curtis fucked you right. Did he? You can tell us?” Another round of laughter and the group was now joined by the guys who had been sitting in the theater seats closer to the screen. One of them rammed a boney finger up my ass then exclaimed, “Fucking whore! This pussy is wet and open. Just what I needed.” He soon was gripping my waist and thrusting his dick into my open ass. Compared to Curtis, he was not that big, so it didn’t hurt. Egged on by some of the guys telling him to, “Breed that pussy. Fuck that cunt,” the guy fucking me was soon letting everyone know he was cumming in my ass. As soon as the first guy pulled out, there was another one sliding in who was fucking rougher and harder making me have to reach out and steady myself on some guy’s shoulder. Now one of them was standing in front of me ordering me to suck his dick and asked me, “Ever tasted pussy? This is what dick tastes like after fucking a pussy, lick my wife’s juices.” ICK…I opened my mouth and got pegged on both ends. Then I was shuffled over to the couch and made to bend forward and suck on a tiny little dick attached to a very fat guy, as someone else fucked me and told everyone how sloppy my hole was. I couldn’t tell who was fucking me and as soon as one stopped, another shoved his dick in me. It took the fat guy forever to cum in my mouth and when he did it was barely a dribble. He heaved himself off the couch and before another guy could take his place the guy fucking me told me to put my knees up on the couch, grab the back, and push my ass out. That’s how I was when Curtis came back to get me, ass up, being raw fucked by some unknown man. “Time’s up fellas,” Curtis’ voice cut through the chatter like a knife through butter. The guy who was fucking begging for just another minute as he was close to shooting again, but Curtis physically yanked him off me, I heard someone swear, chairs slide, then Curtis grabbed my arm and dragged me stumbling back to Harold’s room. Curtis slammed the door, bolted it, pushed me towards Harold’s mattress and said, “Stop right where you are. Were you a good sissy? Gave them all a good cunt? Did you take every dick and every load?” I didn’t say a word, Curtis chuckled, “Good. You may speak.” I then replied, “Yes, thank you,” and that made Curtis go, “MMMMHHHHHH.” The sound of Curtis unzipping his pants seemed impossibly loud, his big hands clamped onto my hips, his nails digging into my skin. He roughly pulled me back against his body and said, “You smell like a whore, you know that? All that white trash cum running down your legs. I bet you cannot even close that hole anymore huh. Just like a sissy cunt. Let me get up in there – OH FUCK YEAH THAT CUNT IS WET! ALL THAT WHITE TRASH NUTT UP IN THERE! MAKING IT HOT AND WET FOR ME! TELL ME HOW THEY FUCKED YOU. TELL ME HOW THOSE WHITE TRASH FUCKERS USED YOUR CUNT. TELL ME HOW YOU HATED THOSE TINY WHITE DICKS AND MISSED THIS BIG BLACK MONSTER FUCKING YOU!” I obeyed and told Curtis all he wanted to know. Every word spurned him on and as he slam fucked me in the middle of the floor, my ass made wet clapping and slurping sounds, which caused his dick to swell. Suddenly Curtis’ mood seemed to change and he started slapping my head and face yelling, ‘SHUT UP CUNT SHUT UP!” I didn’t know what I had done and stumbled forward a step or two trying to maintain my balance, which made Curtis even angrier. The hits came harder, the fucking rougher, and I was so confused, then suddenly Curtis stopped and I heard Harold say, “Mind if I cut in?” My ears were ringing, my head throbbing, and I think Curtis mumbled something back, but he released me, pulled his dick from my ass, and stepped away as he and Harold exchanged angry whispers. I was too afraid to turn around and stood where I was, my body shaking, until I was embraced by Harold who held me against him and said, “It’s ok, it’s ok.” I turned and stood on my tip toes as Harold leaned down and kissed me. Not hard and rough, just in a way that made me feel like he wanted me. His breath was an awful mix of cigarettes, liquor, pot, I don’t know what else, but I loved it and felt the heat of desire boil up inside me as I knew it was in him from the bulge now tenting his coveralls. Harold let me go, went over to his book shelf, grabbed the full ashtray, dumped it into a box on the floor, dropped the ashtray in a plastic bag, dug around, dropped a few more things in, grabbed a bottle of brown liquor sitting on the floor, wadded the sheets and blankets on his bed into a ball, tucked them under his arm and said, “Come on.” I followed Harold through the door into the bathroom that connected his room to Curtis’ office. He asked if I had to go, but I just looked at how dirty and messy I was, shook my head no and said, half asking, “But my clothes?” Harold just smiled and said, “You don’t need your clothes,” so I then followed him out the other door and into Curtis’ office. I was afraid I would see Curtis, but Harold said, “Don’t worry. He’s gone for the night. Home to the old lady.” Harold opened a small door in a back corner and said, “Follow me,” and he started climbing. There were metal rungs protruding from the cinder block wall and as I stepped in and looked up I saw Harold unlatch and push open a panel and then climb out onto the roof. Harold reached down and lifted me up through the hatch and onto the roof and I immediately jumped around and swore as the hot surface burned my bare feet. “Oh shit, sorry beautiful, my fucking bad. Here, stand on these.” Harold dropped the blankets, I quickly jumped on them, and stood naked in the hot, humid air. It was night out. I don’t know what time exactly, but the only real light was coming from the moon and the strip mall parking lot lights. I could see other stores, restaurants, and the interstate and could hear the rumble of trucks and cars and the sounds of life. There was a slight breeze, which felt so good, but then I remembered I was still naked and squatted down. Harold laughed, “Ain’t no one can fucking see you. Look. The side of the building is high enough that hell, you’d have to be climbing the dam light pole to see up here. I thought you might enjoy a little change of scenery, what do you think?” I looked around, smiled, and said, “Thank you. I do. This is great.” I then watched, hungry for this man, as Harold dug around in his bag, pulled out some stuff, lit a joint, hit it, then handed it to me before he unzipped, kicked his boots off, slid his overalls off, and wiggled his boots back on. When he was done, Harold put his fist on his hips and posed like a fucking super hero, and said, “Bow before your Mandingo Warrior God, serve the supreme black man,” making me choke and laugh and lose the smoke I had in my lungs. I hit the joint again as Harold had me step on his coveralls, he then stepped over to a blue tarp that was being held down by several concrete blocks, set the blocks aside, pulled the tarp back, took the blankets and laid them out on top of a mattress that had been under the tarp. “I like to sleep up here sometimes,” Harold explained, “I just need the space, you know?” I quickly stepped over to the mattress and sat down beside Harold. Fuck every time he smiled at me I wanted to melt. What was that? Harold pulled the liquor bottle out, a couple more joints, he offered me the bottle while he lit up, then he plopped back on the mattress, letting out a big sigh and a stream of smoke. This was my first chance to really get a good look at him naked, so I took it. I laid on my side and tentatively reached out to touch his torso, but stopped, not sure if I should. Harold took my hand, held it in his and set it on his stomach. The heat radiating from his body was hotter than the roof! Harold removed his hand, hit the joint again, put his arms back and up over his head stretching out like a big cat, a lion, a true king. I slowly ran my left hand up and down his stomach, over his chest, outlining all the various tattoos that marked his skin as well as various scars – large and small. The dog tags around his neck felt cold, even in the heat of the night. When I touched his side he chuckled. A little – ticklish – hmmm. Harold tilted his head back letting me have access to his neck and the angel wing tattoos that wrapped around it. I raised my left leg and laid it on top of his, my knee brushing his dick, which twitched and grew a little. Harold sighed again, rolled onto his stomach, and let me explore his back. I straddled his lower back and began to massage him, his muscles giving way under my fingers as he enjoyed his 420 and my touch. After a while Harold rolled back over, flicked what was left of his joint away, pulled me against his body with his left arm so I was half laying on his chest, and began to ask me questions about myself. I was reluctant to answer after all that happened, but I felt safe with him, so I told him everything about meeting Brett and Pa at the campground, and then ending up at Roxies, and Curtis, and the theater, everything – well almost everything as I left out the part about Curtis and his blood needle. I realized as I was telling him about the theater his long dick had swelled, the foreskin pulled back, the head was glistening with precum. I could not resist and scooted down a little so I could taste it, and lick it, which made Harold grab my head, “Swallow that shit.” I sucked him for a little bit, went back to lying on his chest, and it was Harold’s turn. He told me he was a mechanic in the Army, had done a few tours overseas, been shot up a bit, which explained the scars on his chest. He and Curtis had grown up together and while Curtis had gotten into the wild shit over there interrogating the terrorists, he was content fixing shit. When he paused I asked, “Are you gay?” This got a big laugh and Harold said, “Oh, nothing like that beautiful. Like I told you, I like a good boy pussy, and yours is well….well you can see what just talking about it does to me. I had a girl before I got shipped off, but I was different when I came back, so was she. Curtis has been good to me, took me in, gave a job, place to crash, and working here there’s always a willing mouth or ass if I need to bust. But honestly, those are just holes to nutt in. You beautiful are more than that, you are pussy. Look how you make my dick swell. Go ahead, touch it, stroke it, feel that big black shaft.” Harold’s dick was definitely longer and thicker than Curtis’ and I liked tugging on his foreskin. I was uncut too, which was unusual for guys my age and got me plenty of ridicule in the locker room. After several minutes of stroking his dick, I could not believe how big it looked. “Fuck, that’s like a fucking horse dick! I can’t believe I took the whole thing!” I said. Harold reached over into his bag, pulled out a bottle of baby oil and said, “Here, see what you can do with this.” I took the bottle, turned the cap, dribbled some baby oil on Harold’s chest and took my time rubbing it over his body, glistening him up from head to toe. I then squirted some onto his dick, making him sigh and his dick throb and pulse in my hand like a garden hose with a kink in it. Harold’s head was back, and his eyes closed, as he enjoyed the attention so he was surprised when I straddled his torso, reached behind me, made his dick even slicker, and guided it towards my ass. “You want me to fuck you? You want to ride my dick? It takes me a long time to cum in this position, but it stays fucking hard. Will you keep it in? Let me work that ass with my 3rd leg? Yeah – FUCK YEAH! Look at me, keep your eyes open. I want to see your face as you sit on it, feel it stretch you open. I’m a freak beautiful, so I’m up for ANYTHING, are you?” I just smiled as I grabbed Harold’s slick dick, tried to get a firm grip, and leaned forward so I could angle it into my waiting hole. Harold did not move. He let me guide it to my ass and when I was ready I pushed and felt it slip inside my ring. I only let the head go in, then pulled off, slid the head back in, pulled off, then did it again. After a few times of teasing his dick like that I knew Harold wanted more as his cock was literally quivering in my hand. The feeling of a hot man’s dick pulsing in my hand with every heart beat was un-fucking believable! I threw my head back and bounced up and down on his raw dick as hard and deep as I could. When my legs began to tire Harold started bucking his hips, thrusting into me, preparing my hole. I was surprised when my own orgasm overwhelmed me and as my dick spewed wildly across Harold’s chest, my ass clamped down like a vice and I tried to push off his dick as it suddenly hurt and I was too sensitive. Harold grabbed my waist, held me tight, and I leaned forward onto his chest letting him angle up into my ass walls, flesh smacking flesh. “Ready for that Louisiana cream pie beautiful?” Harold asked. “LET ME EMPTY THAT NUTT IN THAT PUSSY. TELL ME WHERE YOU WANT IT. UP IN THAT STOMACH? WANT THAT NUTT UP INSIDE YOU? THAT’S IT BEAUTIFUL, TAKE THIS FUCKING NUTT, OH GOD DAMN, TAKE THIS CUM, TAKE…..SHIT…” As Harold started to shoot I leaned back and bounced harder and deeper onto his dick. I had to have it and kept riding him until he finally made me stop. I laid against his chest and as I started to slide off to the side, he rolled our bodies so that his dick was still inside me. I felt embarrassed and guilty for some reason, and tried to hide my face against his chest. Harold said, “Don’t be shy beautiful,” and he slid his finger through the trail of cum leaking out of my ass, licked it, then gave me a taste, “That’s me and you – all that – just me and you – you like us?” What could I say? I had never felt to safe, so secure, so loved in all my life and wiggled and pushed my ass against his dick. Harold kissed my neck, my forehead, my lips, “You got my babies now you sissy cunt. I think that pussy is ready for the next step,” he said. Harold and I spent the rest of the night up on that roof, fucking, talking, loving. Right then I thought I knew what love was, and I relished it. Not just the feel of his body against mine, inside mine, but the feel of him in my soul. Wait, what did Harold mean about my pussy being ready for the next step? STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 5: Glory Hole Beat Down **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

My take is that everyone think they deserve a 10, even though they are barely a 5, and will rather die waiting for one than to have sex with another 5. I`ve been cruising and fucking for over 35 years and things have changed. It used to be that a hot guy was enough, now the hot guy has to be the absolute hottest god with at least an 8 because anything below is a waste of time I see this when I cruise for an orgy or a 3way with guys I just met (during my travels). These guys maybe hot, but nothing like the bodybuilder-dropdead-gorgeous-type that stops traffic. but when we cruise on bbrt or sruff, none of the available guys in the area are good enough. True story, two weeks ago (and this happens all the time). In my hotel room in Miami with this other guy (somewhat hot guy around 45 yrs.). I get this guy (exactly like the photo, I got if from bareback station on FB, not the actual guy but he could be his fuckin twin) hit me on scruff. Around 25 yrs old, bb and ready to come to our room in 20 minutes. The asshole I was with actually asked the guy “dick size?”, because somehow a "10/10 muscle and willing stud" was still not enough for him. I kicked the asshole out and had the 10/10 come, and he was like the pic. All this to say that sex is dead in major cities because everyone think they are worth so much better than what the other guys have to offer. Fuck I miss the early 80s Steve

The crazy thing about this exchange, too, is that i'm standing in his office, a naked, hairless pierced fuck twat in a chastity, calling myself a "cumdump" -- and he still just says, "use a condom." lol

looking for a real cash slave myself..

I agree just tell them what they want to hear and do what you want to do -- breed them

3. Another night, another city. All I knew was that it was a different city than the one I had been in the night before. In addition I knew that someone in this city would also get to go to bed with a fresh load of my virus-laden sperm in his hole. I had ventured out from my hotel and found a small Vietnamese restaurant a few blocks away. At only 8:30PM, I was the last one there, finishing my soup, and cruising Adam4Adam. The waiter had been eyeing me as soon as he had brought out my food, probably eager to close out my table and head home. He was only 5'6", with black hair, olive skin, full lips, and barely an ounce of fat on him. I tried to imagine him naked on his back, and wondered if I could even fit my cock inside of him. Finally, he brought my check over. I fished out a twenty, to cover barely a ten dollar bill. Before he wandered away to make change, he carefully looked me over. He was probably wondering how he would be able to swallow all of my shaft. "Getting off soon?" I asked him when he returned. "God, I hope so," he said. He had no trace of an accent; I assumed he was American by birth. "And you? Getting off tonight?" He had a clever response ready at hand, which was always a turn-on. "Of course. Not much else to do in my hotel room." "Hot man like you?" he replied. "I'm sure you can find something fun to do. Or someone." I was enjoying the flirting, but wanted to go for the kill, both figuratively and literally. "Want to be that someone?" I asked. "I'm just around the corner." "I do," he answered. "Give me a few minutes to close out." Even before I could ask his name, he headed away. I wasted some time reading e-mail, texting friends, and seeing if I could line up any other willing victims. As promised, less than five minutes later, he was back. "Lead the way," he said. I got up from the table, and we walked out of the restaurant together. "I'm Johnny," I said. "Bruce," he said. "Where are you staying?" "The one around the corner. Hilton, I think?" Bruce was brushing up against me; I could feel the warmth of his body against mine. It would be better once he was naked. It would be even better when I was inside him - raw. "Yeah, the Hilton." We were silent for a moment, wondering what to say next. "You're a very hot man. Just my type." "Thanks," I said. Getting into his hole was going to be almost too easy. "So muscular and hairy," he continued. "What are you into?" "Making out. Getting naked. I'm mostly a top, when it comes to that." I was glad that he wasn't beating around the bush. I had a job to do that evening. I had to spread the gospel of barebacking, the sacrament of shared seed, and the search for fresh new converts to my tribe. Idle conversation wasn't part of that job. "I'm a bottom," Bruce said. I had guessed that, but it was nice to hear him confirm it. "And I Love getting fucked." I wondered if Bruce was already knocked up. It wouldn't be as nice as a fresh, virgin pozzing, but the critical thing was to get him infected with my strain. "How do you like to get fucked?" I asked, wondered how hard it was going to be to get him to go raw. I had a stash of my special leaky rubbers, but I didn't want to have to dig one out. His ass deserved my cock raw and unsheathed. "On my back, looking into your eyes," he said. We had reached the hotel, and I opened the door for him. Suddenly we were self-conscious of all the people in the lobby, and we were quiet on the short walk to the elevator. Once alone in the elevator, Bruce wrapped his arms around me, and reached up to kiss me. His lips were soft and warm; they needed to be wrapped around my cock. "Nice," I said, between our deep kisses. He was rubbing himself against my leg. He was in heat and needed to get fucked just as badly as I needed to breed an innocent hole. The elevator was fast, and quickly took us to the top floor. "1924," I said, "to the right." I opened the door to the room, and let Bruce walk in first. We both took off our shoes right inside the door. Bruce went further, and unbuttoned his shirt, allowing it drop to the floor, displaying his smooth, skinny torso. Above his waistband there was just a hint of trimmed black hair sticking out . "Why not get naked for me, Bruce," I suggested. His small frame begged for me to take charge. Bruce took off his pants and underwear, standing naked in front of me. His eagerness to submit to me, to all of my demands, only made me want to dominate him more and eventually, to infect him. "Turn around," I ordered. He had a beautiful bubble butt, pert and ready to fuck. I spread his cheeks apart, showing a smooth, hairless crack and a tight little hole. I wondered how I was going to fit my 8" shaft into his body, but the simple mechanics were hardly my concern. I was going to fuck him, even if I had to gag him to keep him from screaming. And if it was rough, it would be much easier for my virus to take root. As I rubbed my finger against his hole, I felt his entire body shiver in pleasure. "You?" Bruce asked. "Can I see you naked?" "Of course," I answered as I pulled off my shirt, exposing my hairy chest, and pulled down my jeans, my cock already straining against my underwear. Bruce's eyes widened as he saw the outline. "Fuck, that's big," he said, adding "I'm not sure if I can take it." "Don't worry, I'll go slow, and I've got plenty of lube and poppers to help you out." "Are you clean?" he asked. "Yes," I said. "Tested just a few weeks ago." Totally true. If a boy was stupid enough to ask me if I was clean, I was going to answer truthfully. "Great. I'm not sure if I could take that with a rubber on. Just don't cum in me, okay?" "Nice. I love it raw. So much more intimate. Don't worry. If you want, I'll pull out when I cum." I'd also stick it back in before I was done cumming. If I even told him that I was cumming in the first place. "Want to get in bed?" I invited him. "Fuck yeah," he answered. He jumped on the bed, spreading his legs wide for me. I found some lube and poppers, and put them on the bed table, then I climbed onto the bed, kneeling between his legs. Immediately, Bruce wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling himself up against my hard cock. "God, I want that," he said, rubbing his smooth crack against my shaft. "I want it inside me." I wanted my cock inside him as well. I wanted to feel his warm hole wrapped around my poz rod. I wanted to drip my pre-cum into his hole with impunity. I wanted him to take my seed. Once he had me inside his tight, hot hole and once he did a hit of poppers, my wants would become reality. It would be hard for him to refuse me anything. And anything definitely included letting me shoot my load of poz cum inside of him. If I was really lucky, I wouldn't even have to ask. Bruce would go from asking me to pull out to begging me to breed his hole. While I waited for the inevitable penetration, I leaned in and kissed him. "You're a sexy boy," I said, forcing my tongue into his open and willing mouth. "It's been so long since I've fucked a hot boy like you." It was another lie, but not as deadly as my other lies to Bruce. I had found some vegan hipster the previous night. He might have claimed to be vegan, but his hungry hole gobbled up my meat and he took every drop of my magical cream. It had been almost 24 hours since I had cum, and my balls were filling back up with sperm and with my deadly virus. "Thanks," he said. He ran a hand over my hairy chest. "So hot, your fur." He rubbed his face against my beard. "And your beard. I wish I could grow one as thick as yours." I reached down and ran my hand between his legs, ignoring his small cock and going directly for his hole. "Damn, that feels good." "I want to be in there," I said. I grabbed the lube and dribbled a bit on my fingers, and found I was able to slide one finger into his hole easily. After giving him a chance to get used to it, I let another finger enter him. "You've got a hungry hole," I remarked. "When were you last fucked?" "Sunday," he replied. Four days earlier. I wasn't going to ask what happened, figuring it was his choice to volunteer the information, still, I wondered if he went raw on Sunday as well. "A guy I met online." Ah - he was going to tell me the whole story. "He wanted to fuck me raw, but I made him wear a condom." "How did it feel?" I asked. "Enjoy it? Even with the rubber?" "It could have been better. He wasn't as sexy as you", reaching down and grabbing my hard cock. "Or as big as you. And..." he trailed off. I stuck a third finger in his hole, waiting for him to continue. "And?" "I shouldn't have made him wear a rubber." I was slowly finger-fucking him, getting him ready for penetration. I was making sure he was not just needing, but hungry for a hard fucking. "I could tell he wanted to go bareback." "You bareback a lot?" I asked. "Not too much. I have to know the guy is clean." He forced his fingers a little deeper into his hole. "But it feels so good." "Yeah, it's hard to find someone you know is safe. I'm glad we met, and can fuck like men are supposed to." I was being shameless. It had only been a week since I had gotten my diagnosis. Ever since then, all I could think about was spreading my disease far and wide. Bruce would be a perfect early victim: innocent, beautiful, and far too trusting. I wanted to release him from his fear that kept him from doing what he wanted, the fear that kept him from taking every load that was on offer. Plus those loads he would have to beg for. "I want to be inside of you. Feel my skin against your skin." Bruce grabbed the poppers off the bed table and did a hit. "Fuck me? Please?" he asked as he put the bottle down. I poured some lube on my cock, and lined myself up with his hole. The poppers hit him right as my cockhead pressed into him. I hardly had to do anything else as his hungry hole swallowed up my bare shaft. He levered himself onto my dick, taking every inch of it into his body. "Oh damn!" he called out, feeling me fill him up. "You're fucking huge!" "Just relax," I said, wrapping my arms around his thin torso and held him close to me. "Give yourself a chance to get used to it." I thrust my cock in and out of him a few millimeters, just enough for me to get a bit of friction on my dickhead. It got my pre-cum flowing, leaking my deadly fluid directly into his body. "Do another hit of poppers." I wanted him to feel safe and free, to not worry about my raw cock in his hole, and most of all, to want my toxic seed deep in his body. Bruce obliged me, holding the brown bottle under his nose and inhaling deeply. I waited for him as he screwed on the lid then started a hard stroke in and out of his hole. He was definitely tight, but there was enough lube to make each piston-like stroke smooth and silky. My constant dribble of precum was also helping to smooth out our fuck. "You ever get bred?" I asked. I wanted him to try to answer me while he was flying high, knowing only then would the truth come out. "Yeah," he answered, barely able to put a sentence together, much less lie convincingly. "Feels so good for a guy to sperm in my hole." I leaned in and kissed him, making sure he stayed aroused and horny. I broke off the kiss just long enough to ask one more question. "You want me to cum in you?" I continued to make out with him while I pounded his hole, keeping him from answering immediately. I knew it would be hard for him to refuse my request. Once a guy found out how good it felt to have a load bred into him, it was impossible for him to turn down another chance. Often, he'd spend the rest of his life looking for more sperm. "You're sure you're clean?" he again asked. "Yeah. Just got tested a few weeks ago. And I haven't bottomed in ages." It was becoming almost too easy to knock Bruce up. I wondered if he wasn't already infected and in denial about it. "Good. I only let neg guys bareback me. And breed me," he said. He had convinced himself that he was "safe." Did he know the ways men would lie to go raw? Or that the virus gave the infected ones a single, overriding imperative to our lives: to spread our deadly seed as far and as wide as possible. He did another hit of poppers, trying to re-assure himself of the wisdom of all of his decisions. "Cum in me?" he asked, right as the poppers hit. "Please?" "Of course," I said. "I wanted to breed you from the moment I saw you in the restaurant." "And as soon as I saw you, I wanted you in me," he replied. "Fucking love that hairy chest of yours", rubbing his face up against my chest, feeling my fur against his smooth face. "And your fat, hard cock in my hole." I stuck my tongue back in his mouth, keeping him quiet. My cock knew what it wanted, which was to drip some toxic pre-cum into his hole, then inject him full of the real thing. I didn't want any small talk to distract from the job that had to be done. My balls were churning, ready to drain their deadly load into his tight, perfect ass. "Fuck," I said. "I'm getting close." "Cum any time you want," Bruce said, "as long as it's in me." I continued pounding his hole and I explored how deep I could get into him. The further inside of him I got, the more delicate his hole would be. Deep in his ass, it would be easy for my virus to penetrate his few remaining defenses and take root. "Fuck," he yelped, "maybe not so deep?" That plea for mercy was just as hot as hearing him beg for my load. I backed off for a moment, and grabbed the poppers from him. I did a long hit, then held the bottle under his nose. "Ready?" I asked. "I'm going to cum in you." He just nodded, the poppers keeping him from forming a coherent thought. I slammed my cock back into his hole. He winced, and tried to hold me back, but I was no match for his small frame. My dickhead stayed where it belonged: deep inside of him and dripping pre-cum. "I'm going to shoot," I said, as my cock hardened and pulsed. The cum exploded out of my dick, filling his hole deep. As best I could, I kept my shaft inside of Bruce's slim frame despite my hips bucking and thrusting and the boy writing in both ecstasy and agony. "Take my load," I groaned. I didn't have to worry; Bruce was flying on the poppers and the joy of getting bred. He no longer cared how deep inside I was. He was moaning and pressing his ass against my balls. "Hungry boy, aren't you?" I asked. I kissed him, holding his warm body next to mine. My orgasm was fading and the last few spurts were dribbling into his hole. "I'm so glad you let me in you raw," I said, as I caught my breath. "It's been a while since I've found a guy who was into bareback." "Yeah," he said. "It felt amazing, feeling your cock shoot in me. So warm, so intimate, so clean." He kissed me, then continued. "It's hard to find guys who aren't sick." "I know how that goes," I said. I was trying hard not to laugh; he had convinced himself that it was all okay. He had no idea he was incubating a load of fresh poz cum in his hole. It would change him forever. "You going to keep that load in you tonight?" "Of course," Bruce answered. My cock was starting to soften, and I carefully pulled out from the boy's hole. Bruce made sure not a single drop leaked out, commenting "I sleep better with a load in my hole." "I sleep better with my load in someone else's hole," I said. I got off the bed, and went into the bathroom. I came back with a warm washcloth and wiped off a bit of lube from Bruce's torso. "How long are you here for?" he asked. "Leave tomorrow evening, unfortunately," I said. "I wish I were here longer; I'd like to breed you again." "Me too. Coming back?" "Not sure," I said. He was starting to put on his clothes, and pulled out his wallet. He extracted a slim business card and handed it to me. On the front was a picture of him, naked, his legs spread, presenting his hole primed for penetration. On the back was his name and number. Taking his card, I complemented him saying "I hope I'm back soon. I want to get back inside you." "Me too," he replied as he finished dressing. I showed him out the door, putting I put his slutty little card in my appointment book, a reminder to text him in a week or two. I'd let him know that I had 'just' tested positive.

2. Johnny I was in another generic city somewhere in the Midwest. It could have been Cleveland, St. Louis or Indianapolis. It didn't matter; after a while, they all blended together. Most of the time I wouldn't ever get more than five miles from the airport. The hotels looked the same, the food tasted the same, and the strip malls all looked the same. I was here for three days: it was some sort of client meeting. But all I cared about was a fresh location for my real job: spreading my virus. There were uncountable untouched men here, ready to offer up their innocent holes, ready to recieve the gospel of my cock, ready to be fertilized by me, ready to be one more chapter in the story of Johnny Deathseed. "Anything else I can get for you, Sir?" the bellboy asked. His question jolted me back to reality. I had gone on autopilot even before the taxi has picked me up at home earlier in the day. Only now did I realize that I had finally reached my destination. I took a good look at the bellboy. He was young, maybe 22, brown hair and brown eyes. He had that youthful glow of a corn-fed midwestern boy. "A beer and a blowjob?" I asked. He smiled at my comment, and I decided that I was going to fuck him. I knew he was a bottom. He would soon be squirming with that cock-hardening combination of pleasure and pain as I slammed into his hole. "What's your taste in beer?" he asked, barely knocked off balance by my answer. "And, I suppose, in blow jobs?" "For the beer, right now, all I care about is that it is cold and a beer," I answered. "And for a blow job, I just like to kick back, and let the guy gag on my cock before swallowing my load. I'm a simple man. It's easy to make me happy." "Well, give me a few minutes, and I'll see what I can do to make you happy," he said, smiling. Any doubt I had had about getting into his hole disappeared. He'd go to bed with a load of my pozcum marinating in his ass. But, before I could say anything else, he had left the room, leaving me alone. If he was at all serious, it was time for me to get ready for his return. I opened my bag, and pulled out the travel size bottle of lube, some poppers, and a condom or two. I stripped down to my underwear, and went into the bathroom. As hoped, the hotel had thoughtfully provided a sewing kit. I don't think they had planned for it to be used the way I was going to use it. I extracted the needle and carefully pushed it through the condom wrappers a few times. Three tiny holes that would be unnoticeable in the heat of the moment, but they would be more than enough to let my jizz drain out of the protective sheath, into an unsuspecting boy's hole. Of course, it would be better bareback, but I wanted to make sure that no matter what, my special seed wouldn't go to waste. I hopped into the shower, quickly rinsing off the grime of the day's travel. I wad barely dried off when I heard the knock on the door. I wrapped the towel around my waist, and went to the door. Through the peephole, there was the bellboy holding a bottle of beer in his hand. I opened the door, and let him in. "That was fast," I said. "Didn't want you to take matters into your own hand and jerk out that load," he replied. I closed the door behind him. "I'm Tyler," he said. "You can call me Johnny," I said. Even though I knew he could probably figure out my real name, I wanted him to remember me as the legendary one who changed so many men's lives. And his life. "Nice to meet you, Johnny," he said. He twisted the cap off the beer and handed it to me. "Here's your beer," he said. I took a swig from it. The cold beer was just what I needed. "And the blowjob?" I asked. I let the towel fall from my waist. I was standing naked, just a smile, a bottle of beer, and the start of a glorious erection. My cock hung down, the blood had started to flow. A warm mouth teasing it would quickly get it totally hard. "Right here?" he asked. "Or you want to get on the bed?" "Let's do this on the bed," I replied. I leaned against the pillows, my legs spread just for Tyler to crawl between. Tyler pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and quickly ditched his pants. He was in just his underwear, the skimpy blue shorts barely hiding his hard cock. He turned around, giving me a peek at his ass. It was firm and pert. I wanted to grab it immediately, I wanted to spread those cheeks, lick his hole, then slide my poz cock into it and fill him with my seed. I knew I had to pace myself. There would be plenty of time for us to work our way up to that. First, I wanted him to get comfortable with my cock, and to feel safe around it. He climbed onto the bed, and got down between my legs. My cock was right in his face. "You're clean, aren't you?" he asked me. "Yeah, I am. Tested regularly," I said. Already, I was learning the little lies and omissions that would get me what I wanted. This one had the advantage of being completely true: I had just gotten out of the shower, so I was clean. And I had started to get tested regularly, just to see how much of my immune system the HIV had destroyed. My answer reassured him that this was safe, because he took my cock into his mouth and started to suck on it. It had been a day or two since my last blow job, and I missed the subtle pleasure of another man submitting before me and licking my shaft. Although he was young, this clearly was not Tyler's first time sucking cock. He worked his way down my stick, taking all of it into his mouth and letting me penetrate into his throat. "Tastes good," he said, licking up a drop of pre-cum from the tip of my cock. I smiled at him, happy that he was so eager to swallow my bodily fluids. I wondered if he would be so enthusiastic if he knew each drop contained thousands of virii, each one eager to change his life forever. But for now, my status was my secret. "Feels damn good," I said. I pressed his head back down on my cock, watching the length of it disappear into his mouth. "Don't stop." He didn't. He bobbed up and down on my tool, getting it hard, wet and slippery. His mouth felt good, but I knew that his ass would feel even better. "You ever fuck?" Tyler asked me, reading my mind. "Fuck yeah," I said. I pulled him off my cock, and spun him around. Before he could say a word, I buried my face in his crack, licking his smooth, clean hole. He pressed his ass against me, trying to get more of my my tongue into his hole. "Damn, that feels good," he said. He was moaning in pleasure and he continued to lap at my cockhead. "I want you in me," he said. "I want you to fuck me so badly." I teased his hole a bit longer, getting it wet, slick and ready to accept my cock. "You have a condom?" he asked me. I was disappointed that I wouldn't get to experience his hole the way nature intended, but at least I was prepared for rubberized fucking. I grabbed the condom and lube, then rolled him over on to his back. Some lube went on his hole, and he fingered himself while I prepared on the special condom. First, I put a bit of lube on my shaft. I carefully unwrapped the rubber. I ran my fingers over the small pricks from the needle, knowing there was no way for Tyler to see them or for him to know how little protection the condom really provided. I unrolled the useless piece of rubber over my hard cock. It was an elaborate piece of theater, all just for show, all so I could breed his hole. When I came, the rubber would leak and let my seed drip into the boy's hole. Once sheathed, I poured more lube on my shaft and handed the poppers to Tyler. As he did a hit, I put his legs on my shoulders, and lined up my cock with his hole. "Please?" he asked me. "I'm ready." I pressed in, and felt his warm hole swallow up my cock. I wondered if this wasn't the first time he had been fucked today; he took all of my eight inches easily and barely needed any time to get used to my presence. "First time?" I asked. "Today, I mean." He smiled sheepishly. "No. My boyfriend fucked me on my break. His load is still be up there." I was glad that he wasn't a total condom nazi. He would be able to share my gift to him with the boyfriend. "Hot," I said. "I love a well-fucked hole." I started to thrust in and out, working the boyfriend's load into his hole. "You bareback with him?" "Yeah," he said. "We got tested a few months ago, and since then, we always go raw." "Nice," I said. "But you have to be careful, you know." Especially, I thought, with strangers with an agenda. "I know. Other than the boyfriend, I always use condoms." I knew he was lying. All men had moments of weakness. He already knew how good bareback sex felt. The more he let his boyfriend fuck him raw, the more he would crave the intimacy and sharing that came from unprotected intercourse and from sharing fluids. "Always?" I asked, pressing him on his obvious lie. I knew there had to have been at least one guy that he would have done anything for. It would be a brief moment of weakness that would undo all his and his boyfriend's careful precautions. "Yeah, although, it's not always easy," Tyler said. "Sometimes. When my boyfriend is away, you know, it's really hard to be good." "I know. But it's good you do it." I was already dripping my virus-laden pre-cum into his hole. I didn't need to press the point any further. He had already lost the battle. "God, this feels so good," I said. "I needed this so badly." "How long are you here for?" he asked. "You can fuck me any time you want." "Just a few nights," I said. It was a short trip, and soon I would be in another city. I would be seeking out another boy to annoint with my dirty, toxic, holy cum. "Getting so fucking close." "Yeah, pound it into me," Tyler said. He did another hit of poppers, then offered the bottle to me. "And don't pull out." I took the poppers from him and inhaled deeply. I was getting close and I knew the hit would push me over the edge. "Don't worry. I love your hole." I started to slam my cock into his hole. The friction from the condom would only tear up his hole and make Tyler more receptive to my dirty spooge. "You ready?" I asked. Tyler had been stroking his cock hard and he was just as close as I was. "Fuck yeah, nail me," he said. "I'm right on the edge." I stopped trying to hold back, and forced my cock deep into him. I held it there, and felt that mind-blowing first spurt of an orgasm. Deep in Tyler's body, the condom was swelling like a balloon and filling up with poz cum. Slowly though, the deadly fluid would leak out. The condom had failed at its one job, and left the young man vulnerable to a virus he couldn't hope to fight off. "Ohh, I'm cumming," he moaned as I thrust into his hole more. "I'm filling you up," I gasped. It was more true than Tyler could know, as more spurts of jizz shot into the boy's defenseless body. His cock was throbbing as well, shooting volley after volley of thick white cream over his smooth stomach. I hardly cared about his load; all I was thinking about was how my virus had found a fresh victim. I wondered how long it would fester in his body before he would think to get tested. Would he know it was me, or if by then he would have a long list of possible poz fathers. I hoped he would always be unsure of who fired the kill shot, the knowledge he was a poz slut forever festering in his brain. The fantasy gave me a few more spurts of cum, filling the condom and then his ass. "Fuck, that was good," Tyler said, gasping for breath. His stomach was covered with his sticky load. I slowly pulled out, making sure most of my biohazardous waste ended up in Tyler's hole. I checked that there were still a few drops in the condom, just for appearances. Luckily, even if some sperm dripped out later, he couldn't ever tell if was from me or his boyfriend. "Yeah, I needed that too." I pulled off the condom. The outside was covered in my sperm, and I knew Tyler's ass had to be even worse. Before he noticed anything, I went into the bathroom. I threw away the rubber, and came back with a washcloth. I wiped off the cum from Tyler's torso. Cleaned up, Tyler got off the bed. He quickly got dressed. "Thanks man," he said. "Gotta get back to work though."

2. Greg I couldn't stop staring at the man between my legs. I was in heaven; this handsome older man had just finished fucking me, shooting his sperm into my vulnerable young hole. Not only had he bred me, he was my father's brother, my own flesh and blood. I had been dreaming of this for months, trying to make it happen. I had carefully planted the seed in my dad's mind of Uncle Nate driving me to college on the other side of the country. Once that had worked out, I had made sure that Uncle Nate had been too horny to think with anything but his cock. It had gone almost as I had dreamt of, he hesitated only briefly before plunging his raw cock into my virgin hole. I hadn't been lying when I told him he was my first. I had fucked some guys, but some intuition had made me wait for someone special to be the first guy to screw me. Uncle Nate certainly qualified and I was glad I had waited. "You ok?" he asked me. I must have zoned out a bit, thinking about what I had just done. "Great. Sorry, I guess I spaced out there. What you thinking about for dinner?" I asked. "Get some pizza and beer, and bring it back here?" "Perfect," I said. I finally moved, getting off the bed and wandered to the window. I pulled the shade back, looking out into the evening sun, golden but strong. I knew it would still be hot out. I pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and a tank top. Nathan had also gotten off the bed, and was fumbling with his phone. "Pepperoni and mushroom good?" he asked me. "Sounds good," I said. He placed the order, pacing around the small room, still naked. "Fifteen minutes," he said. He rummaged through his bag, and grabbed a jockstrap and like me, a pair of cargo shorts. "This is going to be a fun fit," he said, as he pulled on the jockstrap. It only barely contained him. His cock was still thick and slightly hard. It strained against the threadbare fabric of the pouch. My ass twitched at the sight of him filling out the jockstrap. I felt his jizz deep in my hole and knew it was slowly soaking in. We continued to dress: I found my flip-flops, and he pulled on a black tank top. His chest hair still stuck out over the top of the tank, despite being carefully trimmed. I nearly pushed him back onto the bed and rode him once more. Not immediately fucking him again took a surprising amount of restraint on my part. He slipped into his sandals, then turned to me, and asked "Ready?" "Yeah," I said. With our near-matching outfits, there was enough resemblance between us that we looked like a father and his son. It was a nice thought, but I knew our relationship was now and forever closer than any father and son could dream of. We walked out into the hot, humid evening. "Damn," he said, "Still hot out." I nodded silently. I knew the black Land Rover would be baking. And I knew Nathan would be sweating soon. My cock twitched at the thought of how he would smell in a few minutes. I wanted him on top of me, his cock buried in my hole, my face buried in his sweaty chest. "I'll drive," I offered. "Sure. I can get us to the pizza place." He tossed me the keys, and we got in the car. I opened the sunroof a crack, enough to get a bit of air as the air conditioner struggled in the heat. We pulled out onto the street, and drove towards town. It took us about five minutes to get to the pizza place. In a non-descript strip mall, there was a party store at one end. "You want to get the pizza, and I'll get some beer?" Uncle Nate asked. He handed me a twenty, and we went our separate ways. Surprisingly, the pizza was ready when I walked in. I paid, and took it back to the car. I popped the back and pawed through one of my many bags. I knew what I wanted for the evening, a small bag with some rolling papers, a lighter, and most importantly some weed. I was pretty sure Uncle Nate would be cool with me getting stoned and would probably even join me. And, if he was at all like me, I knew the weed would make him horny. With just a bit of luck, he would fuck me at least one more time that night. Uncle Nate came back right as I found the bag it was all in. "Looking for something?" he asked. "Yeah, I found it," I said. "You mind driving?" "Not at all." I threw him the keys. As we climbed in, he put the six pack of beer in the back seat with the pizza. Once on the road, I opened the bag and pulled out the glass jar of weed. "Cool?" I asked. I opened the glass, letting the herbal fragrance fill the car. I held the glass jar up, letting see how full it was. "Oh, very nice, Greg," he said. "I could use some of that. And it smells damn good." I closed the jar, and put it back in the bag. We were quiet the short way back to the motel. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence; we had talked during most of the day's drive. There was much more we both wanted to talk about, but the car was an uncomfortably public area in which to talk about those matters. We both knew that no one could hear us, but still, the proximity of all the other drivers was disconcerting. I grabbed the beer and weed, and he carried the pizza into the room. He put it on the small table, and put some slices on a plate for the tow of us. I had a joint already rolled. I handed it and the lighter to him as I started rolling another one. He did a toke from it, and broke down coughing. "It's been a long time for me," he said, taking a swig of the beer. "And it's strong stuff," I said. He handed me the joint, and I took a hit. "How long has it been for you?" I asked. "Let me think." Uncle Nate paused, coughed, then continued. "Nearly six months. Jason had random drug tests, so we've had to keep ourselves clean for a bit." He sat down in the chair opposite me, the pizza between us. I handed him the joint, and he took another hit. While I finished making two more joints, we passed the first one back and forth. "One for the road tomorrow," I said, as I put one joint away with the rest of the weed. The pot was starting to hit me. I opened my beer, and took a swig. Between us, we finished up the joint, and most of the pizza. We were just staring at each other, relaxed and comfortable. Finally, I broke the silence. "How long have you been poz?" I asked. "A long time," he said. "Let me think." He leaned back, and I could see him counting the years. "Just about twelve years now," he said. "I used to know it cold. But I've grown used to it. Almost seems normal now." "Do you know who gave it to you?" I asked. "I mean, how you got it? If you don't mind me asking?" "No, it's fine. Yeah, I do. Alan. He gave it to me." "Uncle Alan?" "Yeah" I didn't know what to say. My earliest gay fantasies were about Uncle Nate and Uncle Alan. When Alan had died, I was nearly fourteen. I was still young, still confused enough about my sexuality to wonder if my desires and fantasies had caused his death. I remember Nate being devastated at the funeral. I wanted to comfort Uncle Nate, but I was too scared and too confused to know what to do. Even years later, I remember the pain in his voice when I talked to him on the phone. Not until Jason did the pain go away. "Did you know he was poz?" "Yeah, I did. He even convinced me to let him infect me." We were silent again, the pot now hitting us both hard. And I was trying to assimilate the news. It changed my perception of Uncle Alan, made him seem even hotter, more of the man I wanted to be. "It bound us together, more than I could have ever expected or understood." His story was making me horny. I shifted in my chair, trying to adjust my cock. "And you?" he asked. "Why do you want it?" It was my turn to be quiet. I had to put together my thoughts. "Two reasons. Maybe three now." I picked up the fresh joint, and lit it, taking a long hit. I handed it to Uncle Nate. "And? They are?" he asked, before doing a drag off the joint. "Can I be honest?" I asked. He handed the joint back to me. "Of course," he said, exhaling the pot. "I've just fucked you raw, Greg. I just told you I let Alan infect me. I'm not going to get angry or think less of you now." "I've always fantasized about you and Uncle Alan," I said. I realized I was almost gasping for air. "You guys were my first jerk-off fantasy." Admitting it to Uncle Nate was scarier than I had imagined. I looked at him, looking for any response. "Go on," he said, his face inscrutable. "And once I found that movie, with Uncle Jason, Ben, and yourself." I paused, long enough to take a draw from the joint. I needed all the courage I could get, both real and inhaled. "I wanted to be just like you. Like Jason. And now I know, like Alan. I wanted to have a bit of you inside me. And to have a bit of Alan inside of me as well, well, that's just one more reason." He smiled. "I guess that's two of the three." I nodded. "What's the third?" he asked. I took a swig of beer. I knew the pot wasn't going to be enough, and that I would need some liquid encouragement for the next reason. "This one is darker," I said. "Maybe too dark?" Nate looked at me and smiled. He stood up, and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them drop to the ground. He stepped out of them and ran his hand over his tattoo. "I have this," he said. "That's whats on the outside. You've seen at least one of the movies. Just know my fantasies are even darker than those. You probably can't top me. Yet. So, let's hear it." "I've got four years of college," I said. "I want to see how many guys I can share it with while I'm there. Frat boys. Jocks. Nerds. All of them." "Poz them?" Uncle Nate asked. He took the joint from me and did another hit. "Yeah," I nodded. Uncle Nate sat back down, and adjusted his jock. It was straining against the fabric, and had gotten noticeably harder as we had been talking. "The idea has woken up your cock, Uncle." "Damn, Greg. You're a fucking hot boy, with a dark and twisted mind." He smiled at me, as he took off his tank top. "I'm totally boned at the idea. How many guys have you fucked already?" "Just a few. Maybe six or eight?" I said. I followed Nate's lead, and took off my tank top. I tossed it into a corner. "Hot, twisted, and a good start at being a slutty boy to boot," he said. "And a twisted slut boy like you needs another load in your sweet virgin hole." "You got it, Uncle Nate," I said. I kicked off my flip flops, pulled down my shorts, and jumped onto the bed. The lube and poppers were already in place. Nate pulled his jock off to the side, his hard cock springing free and sticking straight out in front of him. "Don't hold back this time. Hard, deep, intense, and raw," I said. "And I mean hard." Nate jumped on top of me, placing my legs on his shoulders, and his cockhead right against my ass. He grabbed the bottle of poppers and held them under my nose. "You'll want these," he said, as I inhaled deeply. After me, he did a hit. I could feel the moist tip of his cock right against my hole. "Please, Uncle Nate," I said, staring into his face. "Nail me. Infect me." He leaned in close, kissing me deep. His cock pushed in, opening me up. As his cock slid into me, I heard him whisper, "I love you Alan." In a single forceful stroke, he pushed the rest of his cock into me. I took a moment to get used to him filling me up again. Then the poppers took over, and I just enjoyed his cock fucking me. As we settled into a rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my hole, I asked, "Do you miss him?" He was quiet, and slowed down his pounding of my hole. Then, finally, he said, "Every single day." This time, it was Nathan who started to cry, his eyes welling up with tears. "He always liked you. I remember how proud he was of you at your Bar Mitzvah. He'd be so happy of who you've grown into. He would have wanted to be here so much." "He is here," I said. It sounded trite, but it was how I felt. It wasn't just Uncle Nate's cock that was in my ass. I could feel Alan's cock pounding my hole, at least in spirit. I reached around and grabbed Nate's heavy balls. "And especially here." "Let's get that load where it belongs," Nate said, thrusting into me even harder. "Into your tender young hole." He wasn't holding back any longer. He put his full weight into the fuck, forcing his cock deep into my hole. I wanted to slow him down a bit, make him take it easy on my ass. But then he hit a pool of cum buried inside of me, and spread it all over my hole. I was going crazy from the sensations deep inside of me, his deadly sperm was tweaking my mind. Instead of reaching down to hold him back, I reached down and spread my cheeks apart, letting him get in just a magical bit deeper. "Just like that, Uncle Nate," I begged. "Give it to me." I didn't want him to stop, and Nathan clearly didn't want to stop either. He kept on pounding my hole for what seemed like hours, not once letting up or slowing down. I glanced at the clock and realized he had been fucking me for over fifteen minutes. He was covered in sweat, breathing heavily, the relics of the non-stop pounding. Suddenly, he pulled out of me. "On all fours, Greg," he said. I flipped over as fast as I could, arching my back, wanting nothing more than him back in me as soon as possible. I grabbed the poppers and did a hit, right as his cock slid back into me. He took the bottle of lube and squirted some on his hand, then reached around and grabbed my cock. I was already hard as a rock, dripping pre-cum for a while. His touch was electric, and I thought I was going to cum right then. "Oh fuck, Uncle, that feels good." My cock got hard at just the sight of a bit of exposed man flesh. I had no defense against a man like Nathan actually stroking my tool. I started to drip pre-cum immediately. "Not too hard," I said. "I don't want to shoot before you've bred me again." "Don't worry boy," Uncle Nate answered. "I've had years of experience keeping horny boys on the edge." With one hand, he continued to stroke my cock, keeping me right at the brink of orgasm. I could only think about two things, first his cock in my hole, and second his hand on my cock. Involuntarily, I found myself pushing back against his shaft, trying to get him deeper into me. "Right on, Greg," Nathan said, "Fuck yourself on my cock." Nathan kept his other hand on my waist, guiding me onto his cock. Between our efforts, the strokes were deep and forceful. He was ripping me in two, but I didn't care. I loved every second of his assault. I wanted every inch of his powerful tool inside of me. "Please Uncle," I begged, "Cum in me. Breed me. I want your load." I thought for a second. "No, I need your load." "Not quite yet, Greg," he answered. "We've got to plow that virgin hole a little more. Make sure you're good and ready and raw before I shoot my magic sperm in you." He was thrusting in and out hard, poking his cock into me at all different angles. Masterfully, he explored new parts of my body. Under his assault, I was squirming, but it was hard to tell if I was more trying to avoid his cock, or meet it halfway. "I want my seed to have a fertile place to grow." He pulled out his cock once more. "Get on your back again," he said. I flipped over. "I want to see your face when you shoot for me," he said. He didn't even wait for me to get totally comfortable before his cockhead was back in me. It was like being on a spit, slowly spinning around on the axis of Nathan's penis. "I'm right on the edge, Uncle. I can't last much longer," I said. My cock was dribbling pre-cum like crazy, getting it all over my stomach and pubic hair. The one peril of my plan to keep Uncle Nate on edge over the past few days was that he wasn't the only one bursting with sperm. I needed to shoot just as badly, maybe even more. Nathan's dick was hitting all of the right spots, but he was carefully controlling and edging me, making sure I wasn't going to cum until he was ready for me to shoot. "You want another poz load in your boy cunt?" he asked me. His breath was hot and moist against my face, his face right next to mine. "You want Alan's virus inside of you?" "Please, Uncle. Give it to me," I answered. I knew if I felt his cock spurt inside me, I wasn't going to be able to hold off from cumming myself. Even without a fresh load from Uncle Nate in me, I couldn't hold back much longer. "I want it so badly." All I could think about was how good it would feel to have him shoot his load in me. I'd finally be connected to all these men, Uncle Nate, Uncle Jason, Uncle Alan, and all the men inscribed on Nathan's body. I grabbed the poppers and did a hit. I offered them to Nathan. He let me hold them under his nose as he inhaled. When he was done, I did one more hit, then let them fall on the bed beside us. The poppers hit both of us at the same time; Nathan pounded my hole even more forcefully. I was pushing up against him, trying to get as much of his shaft as possible inside of me. "I'm gonna breed you, boy," he said, his cock stiffening. "You going to shoot your clean and pure sperm for your uncle?" "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I can't last much longer." Nathan's eyes rolled back in his head, and his cock stiffened inside of me. "Fuck Boy! Take it! Take Alan's dirty virus!" I felt his hard cock spurt deep in me, warm jets of thick, fertile semen shooting into my hole. He was jerking my cock hard now, not caring if I got off now. "Let it fertilize you," he said. His dirty talking, together with him stroking my cock was getting me close. "Give it to me, Uncle," I said. It was my last coherent thought as my world narrowed down to two things: my raw ass getting pounded and my cock shooting all over my chest and stomach. Simultaneously, we shot our loads and all either of us could say between frantic, deep kisses were rough, animalistic grunts of pleasure. With each of Nathan's thrusts, his strokes were lubricated by his sperm, each stroke getting smoother and slicker. My own spurts of cum were landing on my shoulders, chest, and then finally on my abs. After what seemed like forever, we slowed down almost together. My cock was just dribbling the last of my sperm, and inside of me, Nathan's shaft was no longer pumping his poz cum into me. "Damn," I said. "I needed that." Nathan surveyed the damage. Large pools of milky white sperm were all over my chest and stomach. inside of me I knew there was a similarly sized pool of sperm. Uncle Nate leaned down. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he aimed lower. He licked up the pools of sperm, swallowing them hungrily. "Fuck, boy," he said, his goatee getting sticky and wet with sperm. We were both trying to catch our breath, the intense fuck having tired us out. Uncle Nate slid his cock out of my ass and collapsed next to me. He grabbed me, pulling me close to him. We kissed and I could taste my sperm in his mouth. It took a few more minutes of gasping for air, before I was finally able to talk. "Thank-you," I said. There wasn't anything else I needed or wanted to say.

Kind of an opposite problem here. At 8.5", I'm on the bigger side, but have had problems keeping it up. I'm guessing it's a mental block, since I have no problems getting hard when I'm alone. And just a few years ago, I was a total top (actually kept a squirt gun in my play bag to train subs from jerking off while I fucked them, the same way you train a kitten from clawing at the furniture). But lately, it just sits there pathetically anytime I'm with another guy. With some time and effort, I can still cum while soft, but it's useless for fucking. Sad irony, I turned into the very bottom I always wanted to fuck, and now I can't find a top that appreciates what I used to like so much. I would REALLY get into a humiliation scene where I'm laughed at for not being able to get hard, then get fucked by a small or average sized guy who "shows me what a real dick can do", especially if it's only half the size of my once-proud meat. I've taken a keen interest in wearing chastity, and would really get into finding a guy who uses that to their advantage too. Unfortunately, so far the chastity has only served a practical purpose in heading off the guys who INSIST they can get me hard if they try long enough, which just ends up in a lot of wasted time and effort for everybody.