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So. This is another true story. A few weeks ago, my husband had just left for work and I was horny as hell. Note for those who didn't read my earlier post: I'm a 27 year old whore. 5'7" and about 150lbs. Hairy and love bottoming. My husband is a sweet adorable man who doesn't have much of a libido and I'm always horny as hell so I fuck around when he is away at work. Bored out of my mind, I decided to hit up some of my regulars to see if they were free. Nothing there. I hit up A4A and BBRT and small town that I am in, nothing. I finally resorted to Grindr. Posted a note saying I was horny and looking for now. A few minutes later I was hit up by a blank profile. No pleasantries. Just a simple "address?" Being a good slut I gave him my address. He asked, "std and HIV?" Me, "Clean. You?" Him, "Squeaky clean." That's all he said. I quickly showered and cleaned up and prepared the lube and condoms. Fifteen minutes later he sends me a message, "Here." Buzzer didnt work so I went downstairs to get him. At the door I literally stopped short. I saw a fucking hunk of a man. Handsome as fuck. White guy. Late twenties. Built like a football player (big and beefy). Black beard and the deepest blue eyes. The guy seemed too good to be true. I thought maybe he was there to meet someone else. I walked up and opened the door. He looked at me and said, "this is gonna be fun." I led him upstairs slowly. I was so in awe of him I couldn't walk any faster. I finally ushered him into my house and he asked where the bedroom was. I pointed it out weekly. He held me by the neck and led me into my own bedroom. I knew who was in charge. Once inside, he said, "Listen faggot. I'm straight so don't even think of trying to kiss me. Understood?" I weakly replied, "Yes Sir." I quickly got to my knees and untied his shoes. I took them off and took a big whiff of his sweaty smelly socks. I licked his smelly socks and rubbed my face all over and under his feet. My submission to his superior self got him hard. He motioned me up to his crotch and I obliged by quickly unbuckling his manly texas style belt and jeans. I pulled down his pants to his ankles and he stepped out of them. All the while my face was buried into his sexy grey boxer shorts as I was aiming for that hard on. He slapped me on my right cheek on the face and pulled off his shirt. For the first time I saw his sexy hairy chest. He had the perfect chest. Big and burly. His chest hair thicker and blacker than mine (which can be hard considering I'm brown). He had a sexy Tattoo on his left pec with his name on it. We will call him Brandon. He had another sexy complex mechanical tattoo on his left shoulder and upper arm. Basically with his shirt off, this Addonis went from a 9 to a 13 out of 10. I feel it is a bottom's duty to ensure that the bottom slut is undressed faster than its top. So I too quickly took off all my clothes down to my birthday suit left in just the work socks that my baby daddy had given me and told me to wear every time I got fucked by another man. Anyway, my sexy straight top then went to lie on the bed on his back. He made himself comfortable using my husband's pillows. And then ordered me with those Godly eyes onto his crotch. I politely obliged and took a big whiff of his sweaty crotch before begging him for permission to remove his boxers with my mouth. He permitted me. I did the finest and fastest job of doing so considering the practice I'd had. His cock was a beer can thick 9" member oozing precum. It was covered at the base by a thick growth of the densest public hair I had ever seen. This white man, whoever he was, was the finest specimen of a testosterone filled man I'd ever seen. I quickly started to lick his hairy balls and work my way up to his thick uncut cock. His crotch was pungent. And he was sweaty. Maybe he had worked earlier. It got me even more horned up. I took his cock in my mouth and tried to deep throat it. Gagged. He laughed and pushed me down on it. I choked and gagged for a few minutes before he let go. And then my throat became used to him and I wored his thick dick deep into my throat over and over. "I dont want to cum this way faggot," he said. I knew what he meant. I squirted some lube on my ass and positioned myself on my back. I grabbed a condom and started to open it. He laughed. "I'm gonna breed you raw faggot." With that he forced his thick cock onto my hole. It was too big. I screamed a "No. Condom please." He slapped me hard across the face. So hard it hurt. Angrily. He grabbed my face and chin with his hand and pushed his face into mine. "I will do as I want. And I will fuck your ass raw. Understood?" I started to cry. He spit on his thick cock and forced it in. I screamed in pain and he held his hand over my mouth and pushed my face down as he forced his way into my ass. He was pushing down on my face so much and so hard into the mattress, I could feel the box spring hitting the back of my head. My ass was higher than my face and completely at his disposal. He kept forcing his cock in till he was balls deep. And that's when the rough thrusting began. My screams were muffled by his sheer force and his loud animal grunts as he raped my ass raw. Twenty minutes later I had lost all strength to fight back and he was still strong and powerful destroying my sore ass. The pain was slowly starting to feel good as I knew I would probably never be raped like this by real man ever again. He moved his hand from my mouth to my neck and pulled me up to his hairy pit. I took a big whiff and as soon as I smelled his manliness, my limp dicklet sprung to life. This seemed to please my sexy bear rapist and his thrusts started to get deeper and faster. He kept hitting my prostate and after five more minutes, he had me cummings hands free. I shot all over my chest and face. He smiled and continued to grunt as my hole automatically became tighter after I had just come. It started to hurt more and more. I started to tear up again and whimpered. Finally he announced that he was getting close by grunting loudly and started to deposit volleys after volleys of his baby juice into my ass. I counted thirteen thrusts and volleys. I finally took a deep breath as he pulled out of me. My ass felt empty. He brought his dick close to my face to clean off. I could see pink splooge on it. I knew he had ripped me up good. I lapped up everything that was on his dick as he laughed for some reason. He looked at me handsome as ever and said, "You're such a faggot." As he wore his clothes and I lay there exhausted with my ass sore and bleeding, I said to him, "Thank you Sir."

Part I My parents had separated when I was young. My dad moved to Gainesville, Florida and took a job as a professor at the local university. I was left living with my mom, and my two younger brothers and two younger sisters. There was always commotion in the house and never a moment of privacy. When I got to my senior year of high school I received a scholarship for swimming to the university my dad worked at. When I told my dad he was extremely happy for me and told me if I didn’t want to live in the dorms I could live with him. I jumped at the chance to live with him and reconnect. I would also have much more privacy. I moved in with my dad that summer and found I was loving my freedom. Dad let me come and go as I please without having to answer to him. School started and I fell into a regular routine of classes, swim practice and swim meets. I knew from a young age that I was attracted to guys but had never acted on it. I loved seeing my teammates in their speedos and in the shower. I would fantasize at night about them and jack off to them. At my first swim meet I came in fourth in the butterfly stroke. I was not pleased with this and decided I needed to practice more. So on Sunday evening I went to the pool to practice more. The pool was open to all. Part of the pool had designated swimming lanes and the rest was for swimming as you pleased. There were several families there with their kids. The swimming lanes were empty. I swam a few laps and was feeling warmed up and ready to practice hard. As I swam to the end of my lane and began to execute my turn, I kid jumped into the pool and landed on my back. My back began to instantly hurt me. The kid apologized and the mother ran over to make sure I was ok. I told her I would be fine. I got out and headed to the hot tub to soak my aching back. When I got home I rubbed down with muscle relaxer and took some pain pills. The next morning my back was still killing me. I went to the coach and explained what had happened. The coach immediately sent me to one of the universities sports doctors. I arrived at the doctor’s office and they took me back to the examination room immediately. Dr. Kirst walked in and introduced himself with a firm handshake. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was young for a doctor I thought. I stood about six feet tall and looked about 180 or so. He had light brown hair neatly parted at the side and deep green eyes. He told me to disrobe and put on the gown. He left the room for a few minutes and returned. He told me to lay on my stomach so he could look at my back. He began to pressing on different areas and I yelled out in pain when he touched my lower back just about my ass crack. He then asked me to stand up and drop the robe. He began to feel my balls and asked me to cough. I tried not to get hard but my cock began to stiffen at his touch. He asked me to sit back down on the table. He explained that I just had a serious muscle pull in my back and needed to take some pain medication and begin physical therapy. He said I should be back to swimming in two weeks. He handed me the prescription for the pain medication and said he had one other medication that was experimental and wanted to try out. I said that was fine that I just wanted to heal as fast as possible. He reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a syringe with a clear liquid in it. He explained that it would be injected into a vein in my arm. He placed a tourniquet around my arm and found a vein. He inserted the needle and pulled back the plunger and blood appeared. He told me I would feel a warm sensation and that I would need to cough. With that, he pushed to liquid into my vein and took the tourniquet off. I began to cough very hard and felt very warm. I felt another sensation as well….I was very horny. The doctor excused himself a minute. When he left I couldn’t help but begin to touch my cock and rub my hands all over my body. I wanted sex and I wanted it now. I slid my finger in my ass and closed my eyes and began to moan quietly “Dr. Kirst please fuck me.” I was so into the sensation that I did not know that Dr. Kirst had reentered the room. Suddenly I heard a voice in my ear that said “I will gladly fuck you Adam.” I was startled at first. The doctor grabbed me and told me this was a normal reaction after taking the experimental drug. He began running his hands over my body and leaned in and kissed me. I had never been with a guy I confessed to him. He said he would teach me all about man on man sex. He told me he did not have much time now since he had other patients to see but he would give me and introductory lesson on man on man sex. He bent my over the table and began playing with my ass. I was extremely turned and began wiggling my ass and moaning softly. He undid his pants and dropped them to the ground. I looked and saw his erect penis. It was a monster. It had to be nine inches and thick. He rubbed it against my ass and said “This is want you want isn’t it Adam?” I mumbled “Yes but it is so big I don’t think I can take it.” Dr. Kirst replied, “Trust me Adam, you can. After all I am the doctor.” With that he reached over to the counter and took a tube of KY and spread it on my ass and on his huge throbbing cock. He slid a finger in and I moaned in ecstasy. He removed his finger and placed the tip of his cock on my warm hole. He leaned over and placed his hand on my mouth and said “here comes my cock stud.” He slid in with all his might. I screamed with pain and pleasure into his hand. “Relax you will love it.” He began sliding in and out of me with greater force and I actually relaxed and got into him fucking me. “Fuck doc, fuck me.” He picked up the pace and whispered in my ear “ready for my hot cum?” “Yes please give it to me!” With that had straighten up and began trusting harder and he pushed in as far as he could. I felt a warm sensation flood my ass and felt his cock pulsating as he shot load after load into my ass. The doctor pulled his pants up and took out his note pad and wrote something on it and handed it to me. He told me that this session was not over and that he still need to explain more about the experimental drug. He told me to get dressed. After I dressed he walked me out and told me to make sure I got my prescriptions filled. Once outside and opened the note. It simple read “8:00 pm 1212 Oakton street”. I was confused but intrigued and still horn as fuck. As I walked home I couldn’t help but get turned on by every hot guy I saw. I wanted them to fuck me too. What was going on?

To expand on the title; is it a turn-off for a bottom to take dick without much fuss? Conversely, is a bottom who struggles to take your dick a turn-on? Personally I have an example in mind where a guy I slept with seemed to be really into the idea that he was huge. To be fair he was large, but it takes a certain type of guy to describe their cock as "an absolute monster". We did tons of foreplay and I was very ready, but he kept on going on with stuff like "don't be afraid, we can take it really slow, you can make as much noise as you want". In the end I got impatient and just squatted down onto him. He said "oh...", and seemed kinda emasculated. Up until that point he had been a dominant top, slightly scary even. Then suddenly he was a lot more casual. Was that rude? Should I have acted like it was a struggle for the sake of submissiveness? I appreciate an empathetic top, but on the other hand I hate having to top from the bottom. Opinions?

Got loaded up today by a new guy, and I think it may be the start of something wonderful... He came over and right away he went for my hole... opened me up with his tongue, then pounded his DNA down deep!

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

Last night at Sawmill Campground in the "Garage" took a total anon load in the dark room. I never saw the guy just felt his dick. Some other guy was egging him on to the breed me. When he stopped at first I was disappointed as he had made no noise at all and his rhythm fucking me had not changed, but then I realized that there was a load leaking out my ass. So fucking hot.

Nope. You did what you had to do and sounds like he needed to be knocked down a little. "Too easy" like hotdog in a hallway and no friction, that does nothing for me, but the bottom knows what he wants and has some experience and gets in without too much of a fuss- that's perfect. I hate a bottom that can't take it and needs endless breaks and more lubes and "omg it just won't and let try this and that."

CHAPTER 8: Dad: It seemed as if every day for weeks continued like this. I would fuck my boy, then visit Sam, take his load, again and again. It might as well been a ritual. Many times after having visited with Sam I would find myself so horny that I would go home and have Cod drive Sam’s poz cum deeper into my ass. On other occasions I nearly raped Cod’s ass. My son Cod was my lover and I, his. I speculated on a few occasions if Cod was having sex with anyone other than me. I hoped not. The last time Sam fucked me he said he’d recently visited his immunologist and his viral load had spiked in the three months since his last visit. Sam had been blowing an enormous amount of his HIV+ cum inside my ass, and we were both determined to see me convert. I had to know if our sex had done the deed. I was determined to convert, and was equally determined to see my son also convert. I decided to get tested. Cod: Dad left for the afternoon to run errands, for all I knew Sam was fucking him right now, I wish Dad would talk about him. Two can play at this game, I thought, and I decided to get on BBRT which I haven’t used in a while; I created a new account. So many men are into bareback sex in Chicago, and so many it seems like are hiv+ undetectable. I remember how nervous Todd was when he told me he was positive and worried I’d never talk to him again; I think he was honestly surprised when we went back to him fucking me bareback. After searching a bit, I found one guy close by, twinkish, versatile, loved my profile; his status said “Ask me”. It took 2 emails to find out he’s hiv+ and undetectable and for us to exchange numbers and text each other, he was 19 years old. He never once made mention or asked me about my status (which reads negative in my profile). “I only bareback he said,”, “Same”, I responded. Amazing.. twenty or so minutes online and a guy was coming to my house to fuck me. Adam texted a few minutes later that he was close and he pulled up to my Dad’s house about 5 minutes later. “Nice place”, I let him in, “Thanks”. We looked at each other and immediately started to make out, it felt so good. “Where’s your bedroom?”, I let him down the hall to the bedroom I shared with my Dad, he saw photos, “You live with someone? Roommate?”, “My Dad.”, “Ohhh.. is he… “, “No he’s not here and won’t be for a while” and I grabbed him to make out. We started to undress and got on the bed naked, still making out, Adam was rubbing his cock against me. It was getting hard quickly, I didn’t realize for a short guy (he’s 5’ 7”) that his cock would be so big (it was easily 9”), I loved it. We were kissing and he was leaking precum and rubbing it onto me, “You want this?”, rubbing his cock on me, “Yes.”, I moaned into his mouth, we kept making out and somehow I reached over and grabbed the lube. I thought about the words Todd used to use, “I want you to fuck me and breed me deep.”, that really turned him on, as he elicited a “HOT!” while kissing me. Adam used the lube on both of us and then got between my legs which went over his shoulders very easily, I was horny, I wanted it and I didn’t give a fuck if he was hiv+ or not; besides I thought, Todd fucked me bareback all those times and I’m still negative. Adam eased slow into me and moaned, I know it had to feel good, I’ve got a great ass or so my Dad says. “Ohh fuck… your cock… feels so good”, “Yeah.. your ass feels great, too.”, and then he used his weight to slide that huge cock the rest of the way in, “I’m all the way in you… is that cum already in there?”, “Yeah…. “ (I grunted), “Fuck that’s hot”, his cock was big and I grunted, “You ok?”. I looked at his eyes, “Fuck me” and we kissed, he started slowly moving his cock inside of me. I didn’t bother to tell him it was my Dad’s cum he was driving deeper into my ass. “Fuck… I love your ass, I’m so glad like to fuck bareback,… you know I’m poz right”, and he pushed in as he said it to punctuate his tone. “I know”, and I squeezed down on his cock with my ass muscles, “Uhhhhhhh….. “, he groaned, “fuck, … that felt great”, “Fuck me Adam! Breed my ass like my Dad does." He looked at me a little strange but he didn’t stop fucking me. “Your Dad fu..fu.. fucks, you? That’s his cum?”, “Yeahh… he does”, I paused and gave it up, “And yeah… it is”, and I clamped down hard on his cock. “Much more of that and you’re gonna get a big load of poz cum in your ass.”, I did it again to make sure he knew I wanted his cum. “Fuck… oh fuck! Alright then… I’m close”, “Cum inside me!”, I practically demanded. “Oh fuck yeah… I love guys who bareback, “ he said between breathes, he was working up a sweat and I knew from enough sex with Dad that he was close to cumming. He leaned in and got my ass raised so that he was fucking me deep and his balls were slapping my ass, we were making out and my breathing was ragged, “I’m gonna cum… “, “Me too…”, I felt my nuts tighten and my load started to squirt, “Uhhhhhhhhh…. Uhhhhhhhhhhhh………. Cummmmmmmm… “, was all he managed to get out and I knew he was dumping his load inside me. My first poz sex and cum since Todd, Todd was on meds though and Adam said he was undetectable so I felt alright about it. Besides Adam was so hot I wanted his cum inside me bad and there we were. He removed his cock and we laid on the bed together, kissing, me with 2 big loads of cum in my ass, “That was great”, he said, “Me too… I mean yeah… yeah it was”. After a few minutes Adam got up and dressed, “Again sometime?”, “Love to”. He left. Wow that was intense my first real sex with another guy besides my Dad since college, it was fucking hot. Dad: I found myself sitting in the HIV testing center on Halsted. They use a numbering system to keep test results anonymous; Sam said that is how I should test. It was Tuesday afternoon and the place was practically empty except for the 2 guys working the desk, the one greeting people, Chris, was very good looking with a go-tee. He gave me a number; I sat down. A few minutes go by and a cute kid, looked 18ish, comes in, takes a number and sits down nonchalantly as if he’d done this many times before. I thought he really looked younger than Cod, but not “too much younger”. He had short brown hair, under a ball cap and the cutest blue eyes; I had to get to know him. “Hey… uhmm… Getting tested, too?”, “Yeh”, he replied and held up his number. “Me too”, holding up mine and smiling. He smiled back. “I’m Mark”, “Jake”, I swear my cock got a little hard as he said it. “This is my first time testing.”, “Really?”, he said, “..think this is my 5th or 6th time.”, “Oh yeah? You get tested often?”. “Eh.. I guess not .. good friend of mine, says I should get tested often because .. well, you know.”, “Because… you’re… “, I paused, “Gay.”, he said. “I’m gay too, its cool.”, I nearly blurted it out. Chris gave me a quick glance, we made eye contact, and he smiled. Wow he was so good looking, but I wanted to focus on Jake. “Glad to hear that.”, he said, “… glad we got that cleared up”, and be both had a quick laugh. “Your boyfriend couldn’t come, too”, I asked, “I’m not dating anyone right now… “, he paused, “You?”. “My boyfriend and I … we uhmmm… we’re… open”, I tried not to making sound so slutty, and I didn’t want to tell him my son was my boyfriend – at least not now; I also didn’t want to push him away. “That’s cool”, he moved over a seat to sit beside me, we made eye contact, “Hope this is cool.”, “Yeh… its cool Jake,.. you’re a good looking guy,”, “Thanks you too. My last boyfriend was 40.”, he offered, I obviously paused a little too long, “Not that you’re … “, “Its cool Jake, “ we laughed, “I’m 42 actually and my boyfriend is 22.. I love younger guys,”, “Cool. I like older guys”. “How old are you?”, I asked, “Eighteen…. That cool?”. I looked at him a second and smiled, “Very ok Jake… definitely ok. You nervous about getting tested?”, “Nahhh…. I get tested often”, and he lowered his voice a bit, “I really prefer to bareback and one of my friends… well, she worries I’ll get something.”, “Well its possible”, especially if I pump a load of hiv+ cum in your ass, I thought. “I decided to get tested, it just seemed like the right idea, even though I’ve been careful”, “Me too”. Chris called my number. “That’s me… ok, nice meeting you Jake, hope you’re here when I get back.”. Chris led me to one of the examination rooms and asked what seemed to be standard questions about safer sex practices, I said “no” when he asked if I had questions about using Condoms or the test itself. He said they test for hiv antibodies that can show up as early as about 90 days, sometimes sooner, sometimes later and that a negative result might not mean I’m not positive. I spoke cordially and told him what he needed to hear, its not like I was going to tell him I was bugchasing with a guy who went off meds to poz me. He asked me to swab the inside of my gums and he put it into a solution and closed it up, “Go back and sit in the lobby and I’ll call you when this is ready.”, “Ok, thanks Chris”, and I gave him a smile, he gave me one back. Jake was sitting there still, “They already test you, too?”, I said, “Not yet.”, and then Chris called Jake’s number. “Back in a minute.” And he disappeared into the same lab room I was in. It seemed like only a few minutes and Jake was back, “back”. We sat and talked about boyfriends and Starbucks and whatever to kill the time. Chris called my number again and we went into a different lab room; that got my attention. “ok.. I’ve got your test results, … any questions”, “Nope.”, I said. “Are you ready to learn if you’re hiv+ or not?”, “Yeah… I think so, I can handle it.”. He paused, “Your test was negative.”, I lied to him and said matter-of-factly, “That’s good.”. “We do ask for a $20 donation to keep the center open and offering free testing, if you can’t… “, I cut him off, “It’s cool. I got it.”, I gave him $40, “That second $20 is for whoever comes in next that doesn’t have it,”, “Nice. Thanks.”, he paused again thinking, “Can we uhmm.. “, he paused a bit, ”get toge….”, “You wanna get together sometime”, I blurted out. We both grinned, “yeah man…. Love to”. “Sorry we’re not actually supposed to do that… but I … I… you’re hot”, we made straight eye contact, “I think you’re hot, too.. is it forward to ask if you top or bottom?”. We both laughed, “Mostly bottom… “ and he paused again, “Bareback?”. My eye went up, I smiled, “Me too.” I gave him my number, “Just text me later when you’re off”, “Cool.”, that was weirdly intense and I was hard when I went back to the lobby. Just like before I got to the lobby and Jake’s number was almost immediately called, he looked at me, and he went to a lab room with Chris; I wondered what his results would be? I decided to wait. Jake returned some minutes later like I did, “That was weird he didn’t ask me to pay this time. I didn’t think you’d still be here”, “I thought I’d wait for you”, we were talked but decided to walk outside. “Wanna get together sometime?”, “Love to…. “, he leaned toward me looking down at my crotch, “Love for you to give me your bare cock”, I smiled, “I tested negative, we can do that”, “Cool. Same.”. My thoughts went a little wild thinking I went to get tested for hiv+ and met two cute really cute guys and both want to fuck bareback; crazy. I texted Sam, “I’m horny and I need to cum over right now.”, “Just got home… come on”. About thirty minutes or so later and I’m naked at Sam’s house, on all fours, and his bare poz cock is riding me like he has all these times before. “Fuck! Sam! I love your poz cock…. Still off meds?”, “Yeah babe… “, fucking me, groaning, “You know I’m not going back on ‘em ‘til you test poz… when you gonna get tested?”. It hadn’t been quite 3 months since Sam and I started down this path, him intent on being my poz gifter, and me intent on being the hiv+ bottom that he knocks up. “Got tested today”, I said as I pushed back on his cock, he groaned again trying to push in further, “ohh yeah….”, “yeah….”. I loved teasing him. He kept fucking me, the only noise was our groans punctuated by the slapping sounds of his crotch and my ass. “So……?”, after a few minutes go by, I waited… I knew it was making him crazy, “Still neg”, “FUCK!”, he said, “I know”. He started fucking me harder. “Bareback fucker… you want it don’t you, you and me, we’re gonna knock that ass up --- get a positive test result next time.”. “Oh fuck yeah… Sam! Do it... fucking breed me… I want it.”, I was squeezing down on his cock the way Cod would do to me sometimes. “I … fucking … want you … to fucking … POZ ME!”, I nearly shouted and Sam took that as a marching order, he was directly behind me but he was adjusting his cock left and right to try and push harder into me, he told me he liked being rough to try and make me bleed a bit; that’s how he went poz so quickly when he chased. “Yeah… Sam,.. do it, fuck me rough .. make me bleed, fill me with poz seed deep in my ass and infect me. I want poz”. “You are going to poz Cod aren’t you?”, “Already trying… I want that as much as I want you barebacking me and dumping unmedicated poz cum in my ass", “I’m close, neg boy”. “FUCK YES! GIVE IT TO ME…. POZ ME SAM!”, he was groaning hard I knew he was about to dump inside me again, “Fuck….. fuck… fuck… here it comes babe… you’re gonna…. ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”, he held still and I could feel his cock expand and his hips jerk a bit, he was filling me up. Sam was pumping hiv+ cum inside me. “Oh fu...... love it… love that….”, he was out of breathe again, like usual. He held still for a long time, longer than normal, heavy breathing between the both of us, both of us sweaty. I was gonna breed the fuck out of Cod when I got home.

6: CLARK POV Joey: "I have one." Clark -smiling-: "Oh yeah? What is it?" He stood up and did a body spin. Damn his body is sexy, and that ass. Clark: "I think I know what you're getting at." I stood up and I grabbed his arm. I kissed him hard on the lips, and he happily reciprocated. I pulled him away from our kiss and threw him to his knees on the couch. Clark: "Fuck yeah, this is what's next. This what you have in mind Joey?" I spit on my dick and pressed it against his ass, not hard enough to penetrate. He moaned for it. Joey: "Oh fuck." I pressed it against him again, and grinded against him. He just kept letting out moans. I spit on my fingers and fingered him for a second longer before I spit on my dick. All I did was insert the cock head and pull out and his moan hit a peak. Joey: "Oh Uncle Clark, just fuck me please." Clark: "Oh yeah boy? Is that what my little nephew wants?" Joey: "Oh god fuck me please!" I inserted my dick in just passed the head and pulled out again. Clark: "Some of that?" Joey: "Oh fuck! Yes! Please!" I slammed my entire penis in, held his hips tight against my pelvis while his cute little ass caught up with the change. He squealed a little bit, took his breaths, but it fit comfortably in almost no time. Clark: "Damn boy, already a natural." I took my dick out and slammed it in again. I got some more squeal moans and some grunts as I continued to do that. Clark: "Mmm you like your Uncle's cock son?" Joey: "Oh yes--uhh- I do." Clark: "Come on say it." Joey -grunting-: "Uhh- I like my Uncle's cock." Clark: "Mmm yeah. Damn I knew you were wasting time with that girl." Joey: "Fuck, uhhh." Clark: "Yeah, now you're getting fucked like the girl. Maybe you're my niece. I slammed into him again. Clark: "No I prefer you being my nephew. Much rather fuck a cute young boy." I smacked his ass, he responded with a surprised moan. Clark: "Damn that ass bounces so good." Joey: "Oh god, I want you to keep fucking me,.. uhh- just like that." I had to grab his shoulders to keep with that pace, but that made his back arch lower and his moans louder. Joey: "Oh no, I'm about to bust." Clark: "Oh fuck yeah, hands free baby boy!" When I felt his body start to tense up, I grabbed his neck and pulled him back towards me so that I could whisper into his ear. Clark: "You're my little whore now." He was pushed over the edge and started spasming. I held him in place as the buildup in me was coming to a climax. Clark: "Fuck- you--." I pressed myself hard against him as I came into his ass. I fucked him a few more times before I pulled out, a little droplet of cum following it. There was his cum on my couch but that'll be cleaned later. Clark: "Damn boy, that hols is so fucking perfect." Joey: "Mm as long as you're filling it. I already want another load." Clark -laughing-: "Give me a minute." __________________________ Note from Mister23: Lol I don't know what to say here, I just like leaving notes.

I've only recently started posting after lurking for a few months. I identify as straight and was turned on to gay forums by a gay friend of mine after being concerned that the STD/HIV information that I was being given was outdated. I had heard the basic "line" from the time I was 15 until I was 27 or so. I just couldn't accept that there had been no progression. He explained that the gay community is very up to date on the most progressive approaches to STD/HIV. After lurking for a while I can agree. While I identify as straight I do have enough self awareness to recognize that I am here and I also prefer BB. I also have a seldom desire for very passable TS's of which I prefer to top and bottom with bareback. Most of those occurrences have been protected even though the TS's were ok with BB. I chose to not use a condom because I was not happy with the answers I received when asking of status. In a lot situations I frequently get responses like "i"m clean" and "I'm healthy" which are very ambiguous to me. I think "clean" generally expresses that the person at least believes they are neg, but "I'm clean and tested neg as of a date is much more trustworthy. To me the response of "I'm healthy" sounds like someone who is poz. UD and relatively healthy. That may not be a concern but It is still a lie though. In my area TS's have been known to run Scams/Setups leading to violent robberies. Being understandable of this I am always aware that someone may be working a scam. SO regardless of how you want to conduct your sex life there is some hesitation when meeting with TS'. When I point out the dodgy nature of their responses to the statues question, most stop talking to me. More concerning is that some of these potential partners, who agree to BB very seldom ask for status even though I have asked theirs. With that in mind I altered my approach a bit if BB sex is being discussed with a potential partner . I always state the truth that I am neg and tested often. I even supplement with OraQuick tests All very true. I also explain i that I am straight, much lower risk than a lot people. and rarely do the TS thing. I've also pointed out that I have a solid understanding of disease transmission and could be ok with a poz person if they were UD and very up front an honest about it. Even with this expressed most people have been very dodgy. I understand that coming out as poz to someone is a big risk socially but lying and infecting someone could have more life altering legal impact. To put it in perspective I took the same approach with someone who only agreed to oral. This person was also dodgy on the status question but eventually owned up to being poz and UD, and that that it was likely for or her to transmit. I'll be honest that while I did have a good grasp of what UD meant I was still not ready to BB with someone who was poz. We did meet for drink and had a great time discussing politics, but nothing sexual. A few month later she asked how I was doing and we met up again. This time we fooled around 2very safely. The one and only TS I did bb with was because she was very up front and answered the status questions very honestly. "I am neg as of (date) but have bb'd with 2 others since the test" She explained that were both married guys and that they all took oraquick tests prior to any actions, She took a test one with each guy and was neg each time. We continued to talk and eventually discussed our reasoning for wanting to bareback. She explained that she did escort sometimes to pay the bills. I am not naive and understand that TS's have limited opportunities. She explained that clients were always protected but that she also desired real and raw sex with people she desired, It ultimately gave her balance. We were/are also both very hung and have issues with condoms from time time. She also agreed to bring an OraQuick test for us both when we met. They turned out ok and we had a great time. Sorry for the length my but dealings and my preference for bareback make me consider prep.

Ari and I had been together for about a year. We met at a local gay club on 'studs in suds' night, which is where all guys are expected to show up wearing only undies and an under shirt, (or less), to party and dance in a dance club full of soapy suds. We were both in our early 20's, drunk, covered in soap and nearly naked, so it wasn't all that unexpected when we ran across each other, even given the size of the crowd. Over the year since we have enjoyed a growing love for each other, while still being able to enjoy outside fun. We agreed upon certain rules, however: we would only play with others while we were together, only play safe with others, always tell the other if we were flirting with someone else, whether online or in person. What I hadn't told Ari is that I love poz play. i have tried to get him to play bare with a few of our random hookups but it never panned out. Online I talked with guys almost daily about taking poz cum or watching it get shot into my boyfriend's vers hole. I want to be pozzed so badly but Ari would never approve, unless it was his idea, (even if he didn't realize as much).

Why did it have to be Charlie Sheen?

I'm with BadInBrooklyn on this one -- I want to fuck a man who wants to be fucked -- gets off on feeling my dick in his arse and is an active participant. If he acts like he's hurting or it's too much fuss it turns me off...not the reverse.

I want a bottom who genuinely loves to get fucked. I want the bottom to be having as much fun as I am. One thing I've gotten a lot of lately is bottoms who act like they need to be treated gently, but as soon as I start easing it in they change their story and want to get pounded hard!

I like when I get bottoms that know what they're doing. It can be nice to have one of those guys that you go all slow and have to open him up over time with the foreplay but when it comes down to it gimme a bottom that can just take my dick with as little fuss as possible. Sounds like the dude was just used to bottoms being all like "omg it's soooooo big" and you bruised his ego lol.

Mungo's vids are always good! Sexy guy!

Trust me I'm going to be there...

SO fucking hot and nasty and wicked!! Just the way it should be for great sex and chasing!! Can't wait for Joey to get the bug then stealth Jake!!

Guy on Growlr invited me to come over and fuck his boyfriend. When I got there, there were three guys; older with dude, younger Pakistani dude, and a hairy balding cub. The cub sucked me hard and then I fucked the Paki while the older dude watched.

I'd definitely enjoy two to three guys taking turns on me, but my boyfriend is enough at times considering he'll cum in me a couple times a day.

I just use the Fleet enemas to be honest... Diet would probably help a lot, but who has time for that?

Isn't the whole purpose of being a cum dump? My dream is to be the featured bottom at a group party.

His day to day life was pretty normal. At least everyone thought. He had a man who he shared his life with for a few years now and they were a happy couple talking about marriage and maybe even a family. Their friends and family always said that they were the model couple for both str8 and gay people. He had a very bad habit of fucking around on the side. There was some sort of need built into his genes that made him want to coax a married str8 guy to take his raw cock. The thrill of seducing an otherwise faithful guy into a steamy sex scene with no protection was a thrill he could barely contain his bone while thinking of it. He loved to deep seed those guys too. He prided himself on being just that sort of gay man who could interests guys regardless of their preferred sexual orientation. It wasn't just those stupid str8 guys that made him bone up. He loved to meet with the twinks with the new relationships. The ones who thought they met the boy of their dreams. Some sort of Disney princess fantasy boy who could never cheat on his usually twink boyfriend. Those boys made him growl with lust. Those twink boys who still used condoms with their new boyfriends and never actually felt a raw cock or cum in their tender cunts. Those were a true delicacy for his lusty appetite. His escapades never went home with him and home life continued to be the perfect picture it always was. One night after notching another "married" guy on his belt he ran into a dude who knew what his fetish was. The dude was something like a porn star with a perfect muscled body and a bit more ink than most guys have. His confidence and shared interest in cheating was a big thrill for our hero to learn about. What he didn't expect to find out from this dude was that he would be bottoming for him on a regular basis for the next few weeks. It was an experience that was new for him. It wasn't like he hadn't bottomed before but he rarely bottomed lately and almost never raw. The dude fucked him that first time and his cock was so fucking huge and perfectly shaped. This guy knew exactly how to move and pound that meat into a raw cunt to make it sing. He found himself craving another fucking from his newly found top. After a few months of daily fucks after work, his boyfriend began to notice that his cunt was a bit more stretched out than usual. He asked about it but it was not discussed or even acknowledged. It was easy for him to divert his boyfriend from his cheating ways by hammering the boy's cunt for an hour or so just to be sure that he was too worn out to question anything any further. He realized that he had become the guy he used to prey on.. He was seduced into being a cheater for his porn star dude. He was hungry for the cum that this man was saving for him each day. He was feeling a little bit ashamed of himself for being the faggot that he turned others into but it felt good being treated this way by his stud. After 4 months, the stud never showed again. Our hero was now empty and a little hungry for a good fucking. After being seen in dark rooms and bookstores, a lot of other guys knew that he took raw cock pretty well. So he sampled the cock around for a few days just to find that right feeling. He finally gave up and went home. He figured he'd take a few weeks to get himself together and then get out there and find a new crop of men to disrupt. His boyfriend was at home with a piece of mail from the doctor. He was poz. He was sad and told our hero that he was probably infected from an afternoon indiscretion he had a few months ago with a stranger. He was so ashamed of himself and told our hero that he would be so guilty if he pozzed him. Of course our hero was more than thrilled to find out that he was poz. Not so much because of his ability to lay a lot of guilt on his boyfriend's affair. but imagining all of those str8 men going home to their wives and girlfriends... maybe those guys who fucked their own kids in private and all of that mess that would be revealed because he stealthed them totally by accident. He had a huge dripping boner thinking about his poz daddy stud man while they finished the bio-hazard ink on top of his shaved cock. He never bothered to ask or even think about why the stud had it and now he wanted to be just like him. He wondered how he could fuck his own younger brother......

It depends on the length but also the kind of sex. One dump and go is not enough. But a fuck including foreplay lasting an hour is usually very satisfying.

CHPT 16 - The Fair Begins: “FUCK ME DADDY. GIVE ME THAT CUM. FUCK MY WHITE HOLE. FUCK IT!!” I begged Teddy as I felt his hard dick push into my ass. “Yeah slut,” Teddy snarled, “Tell Daddy you want that black dick in dat pussy. Tell Daddy how the youngins gang raped that hole. Did they nutt in you? Fuck shore nuff, that pussy is dripping wet, sloppy and God damn it’s open! WHAT THE FUCK, WHY YOU RUNNING?” Even through my drug haze the skin around my hips, ass, stomach, and dick was real tender from where Carter – the gangbanger drug lord – had ripped the duct tape off me after his boys had spent the night gang raping me in their garage – the Pleasure Palace. Teddy grumbled, slid his dick out of my ass with a loud WHOOSH PLOP, edged me towards the door where he opened it just enough to let a blazing shaft of light in and let out a long whistle as he turned me so the light shown on my ass. “God damn. What did they do to you? You look like a fucking zebra. Hmmm… no…more like a bitch that probably got mouthy and paid for it huh?” I didn’t say a word as Teddy let the door slam shut, scooted me forward and as he slammed his dick back inside my ass said, “Well, don’t matter none now, cause Daddy’s turn to rape that shit.” My ass was making wet slurping sounds as I bent over as far as possible, trying to get Teddy’s dick deeper and deeper. Teddy paused, pulled me back with him a few steps, kicked a box forward, and I leaned a bit to the left and put my right foot up on the box giving Teddy a new angle to break my walls down as he slam fucked me. “PUSH THAT FUCKNG NUTT OUT, CREAM ON MY DICK, COME ON, CREAM ON THAT SHIT, GOD DAMN FUCK, FEEL YOUR PUSSY DRIPPING AND SQUIRTING. LIKE IT WHEN I BANG THOSE WALLS LIKE THAT? MAKING THAT PUSSY ORGASM DON’T IT? HERE COMES DADDY’S NUTT – OH SHIT – OH SHIT BITCH – FUCK – YEAH…OHHHH YEAH…..” I dropped my leg and my thighs cramped and shook as Teddy’s dick slid out of my torn up hole. He was breathing hard but when I asked the second time he said, “What? What do you….oh you’re a nasty slut. Yeah you can taste it, let me get a few fingers up in there and spread you open. Oh Jesus that hole is gaping. Here open your mouth, slurp this ass oyster up!” The smell of man musk, seed, dick, piss, and my own ass juice was overwhelming and the taste of the feeding so intense, but I licked Teddy’s hand clean and my ass twitched and I tried to back up on his dick. “No, get the fuck off now,” Teddy said. “I need to go take care of something. I’ll get back up in there but don’t you worry. Old Jenkins will take care of you and if you can still walk later well I’m out a dub or two and fuck not like I got the $20 to spare.” As if on cue, the door at the back opened, Teddy stepped away, mumbled voices rose and fell, then Teddy came back, slapped my ass and said, “Later,” and left. The light from outside hurt my eyes and while I rubbed them to get accustomed to the dark again I felt someone step up behind me, grab my hips, then sighed as his monster horse dick POPPED through my ass ring and slid inside my wet, sloppy hole. “PLEASE PULL IT OUT AND STICK IT BACK IN,” I begged, needing to feel that thrill of the sharp pain as my hole got wrecked. “PLEASE FUCK IT, THAT’S IT, PULL IT OUT – SLAM BACK IN – HOLY FUCK YES!!! GIVE ME YOUR CUM, GIVE ME YOUR PISS – PLEASE I NEED IT, I WANT IT!!” I cried out. Jenkins covered my mouth with his meaty paw and long dicked me stroke after stroke, deep and true to the hilt every time so that his balls slapped against my stretched skin. I was convinced his dick was longer and bigger than the gang bangers who had fucked me the night before, or they had just opened me up so much that I could offer no resistance at all. Jenkins had me bent forward, one hand clenched tight now around my face, covering my mouth and part of my nose. The other was digging into my right side as his left arm was wrapped around my lower torso and the fingers of his left hand dug into my flesh as he held me in a vise grip of fucking – his breath hot and steamy as he sounded like a big, black locomotive barreling down the tracks. I pushed back against his body as he pounded my ass, letting him know with my flesh I wanted it harder, rougher, deeper. Suddenly Jenkins released his grip, I staggered a step and got my balance, he gripped my hips and slammed me full force and I thought for sure he was spearing my intestines like a Medieval sword and I would surely not survive. Yet I did and with every thrust Jenkins stretched my guts, speared me deeper and then bellowed in lust as he pulled out and slammed back in for the final time, breeding me with a gallon of black cum. It was Jenkins’ turn to whimper and moan as his body shook and I kept moving my hips, tried to squeeze my ass, and pushed back to get more dick and more cum. Finally spent, he released his grip, his breath now harsh and ragged, and his dick slowly slid out of my ass. I was breathing hard too – fuck being a bottom is hard work! I turned to touch him, to thank him, but Jenkins had stepped back into the deep darkness and I only knew he was still in the room from the sound of him off to the side. How the fuck can he see so well? I couldn’t see shit. I jumped and yelped a little as Jenkins’ big hands found my naked body. He ran his hands and up down from my shoulders to my ass several times before pulling me against him. His body was thick, solid, and radiated heat like the Texas summer sun and in that moment of calmness I could smell his musk, his scent, and underneath cigarettes, liquor, and piss. I tried to turn around as I wanted to suck his dick so bad right then but before I could he wrapped my t-shirt in a band over my eyes, tied it tight behind my head, and began to push me to the side and forward. I started to ask what was gong but he clamped a hand over my mouth and softly whispered in my ear, “Shhhh.” A door opened, closed, and the cold tile of the hallway provided a touchstone as my head spun and I tried to focus on the echoes of our walk. This was the farthest I had been inside Cotton Bowl Stadium, only ever having made it as far as the maintenance room where I dropped the drugs and Jenkins fucked me, yet I still could not see a thing and had no idea where we were going or what we were doing. I then recalled Teddy making a deal with Jenkins and saying they had four hours, so thought maybe Jenkins was taking me to his room or something. Did he live here I wondered? No that was silly. What then? I turned my head tempted to ask, but thought better of it. I then suddenly was overwhelmed with anxiety and fear, not of what he might do or where he was taking but that I was walking around the Stadium buck ass naked, cum running down my thighs with each step – oh Jesus! Jenkins felt the goose bumps on my flesh and squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. We went through a couple more doors, Jenkins stepped away, I heard the sounds of metal, other unknown noises, then Jenkins opened my hands and placed my baggy of Tina in the left and my straw in the right. OK, he wants me fucked up, no problem. I snorted, snorted some more, snorted again, and then some more. I didn’t care, I couldn’t get enough of anything right then and knew the next two days would be busy so I had to be awake. One more snort and Jenkins roughly grabbed the baggy and straw and made a guttural sound in his throat. Displeasure or horniness? It didn’t matter because I was sure he was going to fuck me either way. This was affirmed as Jenkins corkscrewed a couple thick fingers in my hole and then the burn of a booty bump spread up to meet the high coming down. Now that’s what I was talking about! My body began to shake and quiver as the drugs coursed through my body and from the anticipation of what was to come. Jenkins pushed me back, laid me down on some sort of padded bench, leaned over my shivering body to grab my right arm and quickly wound two loops of thick metal chain around my wrist, grabbed my left arm and quickly wrapped two loops of chain around that wrist as well. A quick yank, the chain pulled tight, pinched my flesh as my wrists crossed and Jenkins walked behind my head, yanking my arms back and up. I yelped a little in surprise and Jenkins just chuckled as the sound of metal on metal and a loud SNAP echoed off the concrete block walls. Jenkins then grabbed one ankle, then the next, wrapping the cold chain around one then the other then pulled my legs back trussing me up like a Christmas ham. He must not have liked exactly how I was positioned as he easily lifted me off the bench a little, kicked it back, and plopped me back down so my ass was up and exposed and hanging off the end of the bench just a bit. As if to test out this arrangement I heard a zipper, then Jenkins sighed as he slide his dick in my ass, scraping my walls on the way. One thrust, two, he then reluctantly pulled out and walked away. The chains were biting into my flesh like a school of piranhas. I tried to twist my wrists, my ankles, but there was very little give. My efforts to get comfortable were interrupted by the sound of voices – several voices. Oh shit, who was that? I couldn’t be found like this. Jenkins would get in trouble, I could get arrested, I… “You sure he’s not jail bait?” someone asked. Huh? Jenkins just snorted and grunted, in reply. Someone else said, “God damn Jenkins. You was right. Bitch hole is ready and just glistening! You sure that ass can take us?” Someone else snickered and said, “Looks like the bitch don’t have a choice now does it so if you not up for this step out now, but otherwise I say we take bets on which homie makes that pussy get its period first!” Hoots, hollers, more laughing and dares filled the room and I could only lie there, silently begging for them to fill my ass up. At that point I wanted anything shoved up my hole they could find. A fist, a bat, fuck I was even thinking how great a four-legged horse dick would feel. I was mumbling, begging to be fucked when someone shoved a dirty rag in my mouth and said, “Pussy don’t speak, pussy just CLAPS.” I had no need to keep begging as a big dick slammed into my ass with the words, “FUCK THAT’S SMOOTH PUSSY! Gonna shoot my man milk up in there!” I mumbled into the rag, tasting dirt or something and did not care. The guy fucking me was not quite as big as Jenkins but fucking close and it felt amazing as every stroke angled into my gut walls before blasting through my second hole! “RAPE THAT SHIT – WHITE BITCH JUST BEGGING FOR IT – LOOK AT THAT HOLE WINKING – GOD DAMN SLOPPY PUSSY – WHO GOT THAT NASTY DICK – JIZZ IT UP - HOLY FUCK THAT PINK HOLE JUST SLURPING MY JOINT UP – SEE THAT BLACK SHIT DISAPPEAR UP IN THERE DEEP – THAT’S RIGH MAN FUCK THAT SHIT!!” My world was perfect right then. Nothing could ever be better. My ass was being offered up, sacrificed, used by superior black men – true alpha fuckers fucking my sissy ass! I wanted more, MORE, MORE!! “Come on Jenkins, can you get that shit up old man?” someone challenged. Jenkins’ long, thick fingers probed at my opened hole and for the guys watching, it must have just looked like he was teasing my ass while he jacked his dick hard, but I could feel what he doing. Jenkins used the nails on two of his fingers to scratch my gut walls. It didn’t hurt, my ass was sort of numb from the drugs and fucking, but the pressure was odd and like quick, sharp pinches. He then massaged my stomach, spooge and gas spilled out, he wiped my hole dry. “Yo man, that’s cheating,” someone said, they all laughed, then Jenkins slammed into me dry, my body jerked, arced, my muscles taut as his hands dug into the flesh of my thighs and pulled me into his thrusts. My body could not handle all of the sensations that cascaded through the tips of every nerve – the pain of the chains, the pain of Jenkins raping my ass dry, the ecstasy, the mind-fuck of having these men use me, fill me up, breed me raw. I was lost and tumbled over the edge of awareness and drifted off into someplace new. Sometime later I was able to focus my mind again and realized I was no longer chained, but was now laying on my stomach on the bench, my ass still being pummeled by a dick, mumbled voices, and hot liquid running down my leg. My assailant got off, I took a deep breath and then yelped into the dirty rag still in my mouth as someone took a belt to my ass and began spanking to the beat of raucous laughter. I was too tired, too high, and too fucked to run or move and just took it. The belt stopped and someone else fucked me. After a while the voices died down and I knew the man now on me and slowly filling me up again was Jenkins as he licked my ear and whispered, “Love me.” My guts stretched and gurgled as Jenkins now loaded me up with a fire hose of hot piss and with his black cork of a dick keeping it all in, began to push it deeper and fuck me once again, taking his time until his body shivered and quaked and he was once again spent inside of me. Jenkins helped me off the bench and my legs buckled, but he held me up, withdrew the dirty rag from my mouth and I gulped and heaved and tried to work my tongue and jaws. He led me a little bit then eased me down against a wall. I still had the t-shirt tied tight around my eyes and had no desire to take it off even when the cool water began to cascade down my shoulders. Jenkins lifted me back up, turned me round and round, his hands running up and down my body cleaning me off before he thrust four fingers pinched together inside my bruised and swollen sissy hole. I gasped and water filled my mouth making me choke a little and then I tried to squat onto his hand, forcing it deeper. Jenkins just moaned a little but did not proceed – not then anyways. I was quickly dried off and my still damp feet made little pitter patter sounds as Jenkins walked me back down a hallway and once inside the storeroom where I always bring the drug shipments he untied my blindfold and then disappeared back into the dark. I was startled by a small flash of light as Teddy lit a cigarette, exhaled sharply, then said, “Get your shit on and pull yourself together. Carter’s boys are scouring the fucking grounds for you. Asshole is one impatient fucka – damn! We gots to get you back on the road and hauling. You good? Yeah? Come on then. Here, drink this.” I was in a complete haze as Teddy turned on the light, helped me get dressed but not before admiring the welts on my ass and doing a quick inspection of my well-fucked ass. “You ever seen a pussy after its just had a baby? Probably not huh, well that’s what your ass looks like – like that pussy’s been stretched, snapped, sliced, diced, and its puffy and bruised as shit! God damn those fuckers worked it. Hell now look what you done. Feel my shit, see how you got my hard? Well no time to take care of that now but later Daddy’s going to climb deep up in there.” Even with my sunglasses on, my cap pulled down, and Teddy helping me, every step hurt and I felt wiped. Teddy kept forcing me to drink as I walked and each sip seemed to help a little and by the time we got to his trash shed I was feeling down right perky and ready for more. As I started to fidget and bounce on my feet Teddy laughed, stamped out his cigarette, lit another, shook his head and said, “Fucking slut. Well you can thank me later, had to get you right and the little ‘pick-me-up’ I slipped in your bottle there seems to have done the trick.” I eyed the bottle suspiciously, shrugged, and finished it off just as one of the fair works came around the corner, told Teddy his boss needed him real quick, and so I walked over to the picnic table by the Port-A-Potties and figured I could get some dick while I was waiting. I had barely sat down when two shadows loomed over me – Pa and Brett – and before I could say a word Pa was yelling, Brett was cursing, and between them I was being dragged back to the RV. “HOLD HIM DOWN!!” Pa screamed at Brett as I twisted and fought trying to get off the bed at the back of the camper. Pa was trying to jam one of the ‘vitamin’ shots into my arm and I knew I couldn’t let him, I wanted to remember! The RV was shaking, I was swearing at him with every cuss word I knew, but Pa and Brett together were too strong for me so I finally just went limp, felt the needle plunge into my veins, and then the world shifted to black. “Jesus fuck, what happened to you?” Pa asked as he slapped my face to get me to focus while holding my wrist up into the light, seeing the bruises and cut marks from the chains. I was too out of it right then to answer and could only grunt as he and Brett flipped me over, inspected my ass and started to argue about who was going to fuck me first – THEN ALL HELL BROKE LOSE! The RV started rocking like a cyclone had hit, there was a crowd of voices, someone fell over my outstretched legs, something hit the wall behind my head, more yelling, then everything became muffled. Big hands grabbed my shoulders, twisted my body, and flipped me over. My eyes rolled back, “What the hell, OH SHIT!” someone snarled. A couple fingers then started probing my mouth, forcing their way into the back of my throat making me gag as I was pulled up into a sitting position. “WHAT DID THOSE FUCKING REDNECKS GIVE YOU? WHAT DID YOU SWALLOW?” I was asked. I became more alert and started to fight to get his hand out of my mouth and with spit running down my face squinted at my Florence Nightingale – it was Master – the thug gangbanger who led last night’s debauchery. I coughed, squeaked out the word, “Water,” and as the other thug who was with him got me some, Master held my face between his hands and started opening one of my eyes wide, then the other, then shaking me a little until I focused and managed a faint smile. The water helped and I was able to say, “They, uh Pa and Brett, they…my shot,” and pointed to the leather case partially sticking out of a drawer. Master opened it, looked at the vial, sniffed one of the used needles, mumbled, dropped the vial on the floor and crushed it under his boot. “Is there more of whatever this is?” he asked. I shrugged, he dug around in his pocket, pulled out a baggy and had me do several big snorts. “This will help until I get you back to the house. Is that why you asked me to shoot you up again? Because of this shit?” Master asked. I nodded, he shook his head, said something low and menacing to the other thug who quickly walked out and slammed the door. Master knelt down in front of me, smiled, “Yeah you alright. Look better already. How you feelin?” My body was flush, everything was sharp and in focus and I said only one word, “Horny.” He laughed, stood up, unzipped his pants and set his big black dick free, grabbed the back of my head and said, “Good bitch.” Once his dick was spit up, Master had me stand up, finish stripping, then bent over the bed a little to the left so he could get a could stance. He dug his nails into my hips like an Eagle gripping a salmon, and ordered, “I wanna hear you yell bitch. Scream the fuck loud as you can so folks know how much you want this black dick.” I was not sure about that, I figured Pa and Brett must be close and God knows who else was in the parking lot and as I hesitated Master released his right hand, slapped my head hard and yelled, “FUCKING WHITE PUSSY – LET ME HEAR YOU BEG FOR THIS THUG DICK.” I wanted him so bad now I started to scream like he ordered and with my first words he spit onto my hole and then raped the shit out of me, “FUCK IT MASTER – GIVE ME THAT BLACK DICK – FUCK MY WHITE PUSSY – I WANT THOSE BLACK BABIES – NOBODY FUCKS BETTER THAN BLACK DICK – I WANT THAT MONSTER DICK – MAKE IT HURT MASTER – MAKE MY SISSY PUSSY HURT MASTER!!” A thick, creamy load of thug cum flooded my guts, Master let me lick him clean, told me to get dressed and get my shit, but he waited until we stepped out of the RV before he decided to fully tuck his dick back in his pants and zip up his fly. Pa and Brett were sitting in the lawn chairs beside the RV being watched over by three of the drug crew and none of them looked too happy. Master took his time when he zipped up and made sure everyone saw his dick. Pa’s eyes narrowed like a rattler before it strikes, but did not say a word. The tension was thick but I knew Pa and Brett would not fight, not with the two guns casually pointed at them, which two of thugs tucked into the waist of the pants and then under their shirts. Master put his arm around my shoulder and guided me towards the fair gate without a glance back. We go to their car, Master grabbed my shoulders, looked at me, and asked, “You good?” I replied, “Yes, thanks.” He shook his head, spat on the ground, “Those two better watch themselves, you understand? I’ll be having a chat with them once you head out, so don’t you worry. They won’t be interfering in our business anymore and they’re fucking lucky we don’t take care of them for good right here, right now. Them snagging you up like that lost us some precious time, so we got to make that up. Want another snort – yeah here you go. This run is to the main house, remember where Carter was? Right. Then same plan. Stay on the route, make the drop back here, then I’ll hook you up with some more powder and we’ll keep running all night. Once the last delivery is made, well, lets just say you won’t be sleeping again tonight either, or well I don’t give a fuck if you do but we won’t.” Master and all three thugs laughed at that and each of them were grabbing at their dicks, which made my ass leak a little and twitch. Damn! The day was hot and I was glad for the cap, and the Gatorade Master had given me. I also realized as I walked along that they thought Pa and Brett had held me up since that morning. They didn’t know about Teddy and his little side deal with Jenkins and the gang fuck I had in the stadium. Hmmm…that was interesting and could be useful. Jenkins and his crew got my ass for free this morning and that didn’t seem right so I needed to come up with a way to use that to my advantage. Well it seemed like I was going to have plenty of time walking back and forth on the dirty, hot, streets of Dallas today to think about it. Who said being a drug mule was glamorous? Yeah not so much, but BEING A DRUG MULE WHO WAS ALSO A SISSY THAT WAS BEING BANGED THE FUCK OUT BY THE BIGGEST, BLACKEST, DICK – NOW THAT IS A FUCKING BLAST! Master was right. I didn’t sleep at all that night or the next and frankly could not remember when I had slept last. I was too drugged up and fucking wired for sound and it felt like every cell in my body was vibrating and at any second I would take off like a super hero! OK, a sissy super hero for sure and that made me laugh and made Master look at me and ask, “What the FUCK are you babbling about?” Shit. He and the rest of the drug crew were as wired as I was though and had been up almost as long. The final two days before the fair was a constant shuffle of drugs, tons of fucking, more drugs, and more fucking. One of the thugs was actually running his hand down the crack of my ass wiping a stream of stale cum around before sliding his dick inside my gaping hole and pumping away. Master smiled, patted my cheek, chuckled and said, “I guess if that cunt ain’t broke by now, it ain’t going to be huh? Now open your mouth while my boy here finishes up and finish me off, I got to piss like a demon and while you swallow that chem stew up, listen up.” I was gulping and gagging and slurping up Master’s piss chem as he said, “OK, here’s the plan. The Texas State Fair starts today. We’re pretty set on supplies and me and the boys will be working the crowds and moving the shit out. While we do, we’ll be keeping an eye on you. Me and Carter and a couple of the boys paid another visit to your - well whatever the fuck he is cause he ain’t your Pa and you WILL tell me what the fuck is going on – but anyways, the deal is you will take care of business for him at the RV unless we need you. When we do, you’ll do a run or whatever the fuck else we say and he won’t stop you or say shit. I ain’t listening to his mouth, neither will you, understand?” I was licking my lips and wiping my hand across my chin to get the dribbles of chem piss and nodded my head yes, gently took Master’s dick and flicked my tongue out to get the fresh drops trying to get out, then nestled his dick back in my mouth as his thug boy bred me with a grunt. We got dressed, I grabbed my backpack, which seemed heavier than normal with drugs, my Polar Pop cup, and headed down the street with a car of gangbangers tailing me about a block back. By now I recognized all the guys on the corners and while I would have called out or waved hi, I had been ordered not to draw attention to them or myself, but that did not stop some of them from calling out to me. The traffic on the streets was nutts as I got closer to the Fair grounds. Wow! I went through the gate for employees, said, “Hi,” to one of the guards working who I thought looked like one of the thugs who had gang fucked me the night before, but maybe not, but he did smile awful big when he saw me. Either way I decided to be a prick tease and dropped my Polar Pop cup, swore loudly, and bent over and shifted my hips a little giving him a grand view of my ass and the wet spot by my hole made by sweat and cum. “Damn sissy,” the guard said half under his breath and I looked back to see him quickly adjust himself and turn away. Oh yeah, he was there, and I laughed and continued on. The day before I had been paranoid as fuck, but today even with the park jam full of people I didn’t care and purposefully strode towards the stadium, waited as the door opened, and stepped inside with Teddy. Teddy didn’t have time to fuck and Jenkins did not materialize from the dark, so, with great disappointment and a lot of apprehension I made my way to the RV. I had not been back to the RV or seen Pa and Brett since the last fight they had with the thugs a couple days before. There were a couple guys sitting in the lawn chairs acting all nervous, I just nodded, went inside, and was shocked when Brett grabbed me, gave a big hug and said, “You OK sissy? Fuck I was worried, so’s Pa you know. He didn’t mean, well you know that, we just, aw fuck come on. We’ll chat later. But you’re OK right? Guess you saw we got folks waiting? They both want to see you so go one back, I set out some good Tina for you and will send them back. The RV felt cramped and stuffy compared to the big old garage where Master and his gangbangers partied and fucked me – their Pleasure Palace. I got undressed, went into the bathroom real quick and sprayed some deodorant, grabbed the plate and snorted up a few lines, and noticed the lube and towels were out and ready. The two guys each barely lasted a few minutes before they cummed in me and quickly cleared out. As soon as they did Brett’s dick was up my ass pumping away. “Oh fuck sissy, you’re hole is so open. Jesus Christ. You’ve been fucked a lot huh? I told Pa that was a good thing. He could get more straight guys who just want pussy and this sure feels like it, but you know Pa. He likes it when you’re tight and he can stretch it open himself, plus I think it intimidates him you know, he’s fucking big but not as big as some black guys for sure.” I didn’t reply and just pushed my ass back and reached back with my right hand to try to pull Brett deeper. It felt OK, but nothing like being fucked by Master and the thugs and especially nothing like Jenkins and his horse dicked crew. Brett cummed, I snorted more Tina, sat down on the bed and remembered my box. I went into the bathroom, quietly found the cavity in the ceiling with my box, and breathed a sigh of relief when I confirmed my $1,000 from Carter, the extra cash I had squirreled, and the phone numbers I had was all still there. There was a quick rap on the door, Brett was now speaking with someone, I slid back out and onto the bed and three super drunk who guys wedged themselves in by the bed all wearing bright blue t-shirts with white letters that said BOYD FAMILY REUNION. I thought it was early to be drunk, but hey, I was high so whatever. Only one of them fucked me, the other two just jacked off. What a waste of time. The next few hours were a bust and I needed dick and to get the fuck out of that RV. Brett started to say something to stop me but I just sneered at him, slammed the door on my way out and stomped towards the trash shed and Port-A-Potties. As soon as I turned the corner around the back of the RV I noticed one of the Carter’s thugs casually leaning against a tree by the fence, smoking an unfiltered Capone, with a menacing look that made everyone give him a wide berth. I knew at least he had a big dick – they all fucking did – and I needed my hole stretched and filled so even though I was supposed to be all discrete I walked right up to him and asked, “Can I get something dark, and chocolate, with a creamy filling?” The dude cracked up and said, “You know you’re a crazy fucka?” I laughed, and said, “Follow me, it’s not far.” I didn’t bother turning around to check if he was following me or not. I knew he was. I knew he was a horn dog and would follow my ass trail. I made a beeline for the Port-A-Potties and as these were set off the beaten path behind some of the pavilions, the crowd immediately thinned out and I saw only one carney worker. I looked back to make sure the thug saw where I was, quickly sat at the picnic table, pulled out my baggy of Tina, turned to the side, snorted a few lines, stuffed it back just as the thug arrived, stood up and went to the Pottie on the end and held the door open. It was tight fit as he was a big boy, not fat, but big like a football player. I quickly dropped my shorts, bent forward, and said, “It’s already wet, give it to me man.” The thug laughed and said, “Oh you know I got that long and deep dick for you – UGH!” I egged him on and begged for that shaft and he happily gave it to me along with a load nice and deep. I sat on the toilet cover, licked his dick clean and hopingly asked, “Got some piss too?” He shook his head, but smiled and said, “Hmm… well give me a couple hours and some beer and I will fill you up. You’ll know where I’ll be.” Then he left. I hung out by the Port-A-Potties for a few hoping to find someone else, but with the Fair on now everybody was working. I even tried Teddy’s trash shed, the door to the stadium where I dropped the drugs and in a last, desperate attempt swung by the barn where the Hispanic guys who fucked me hung out and worked. Nothing. God damn. I was mumbling and swearing to myself the whole way back to the RV in frustration, causing some people to stop and stare at me but I didn’t give a shit. Back at the RV Brett was sitting at the table watching his shitty little TV when I came in, so I leaned over the table and said, “Come on man, fuck me, it’s good and cummy.” Brett just looked at me and said, “Too late. You weren’t here to take care of business and so I made a deal with the guy to swallow my nutt instead so my bone is dry.” UGHHH! I slunk back to the bed, plopped down, sat back up, did some more drugs and waited, and waited, and waited some fucking more. Damn I needed dick! I went back out to see if Brett was ready, but he had left. When did he go? I checked outside and there was not anyone waiting. I checked my watch, had it been a couple of hours yet? Close enough. I quick stepped across the hot tar of the parking lot and the thug who had fucked me in the Port-A-Pottie was at his post, under the tree and what little shade it now provided. There was a paper bag at his feet and a beer in hand and I waved trying to get his attention. Instead of running back in to put shoes on I yelled as loud as I could “YO! YO!” and jumped up and down waving. He lowered his beer, his eyebrows went up, he smiled, shook his head, grabbed the paper bag and as he walked over to me I could hear the jangle of the empty bottles inside. I stepped into the RV, dropped to my knees and the thug warily stepped inside the door and looked around. “Don’t worry. No one else is here,” I said. I reached out and fumbled with his fly as he turned to close the RV door but I grabbed his pants pocket and said, “No, wait. Leave it open.” He shrugged, said, “Aiight,” set the bag down, slapped my hand away, opened his fly and let his dick out. I quickly started sucking on it but he slapped my face and said, “STOP THAT. JUST OPEN THAT MOUTH AND SWALLOW THIS PISS.” He massaged the underside of his dick once or twice as I inhaled the rank funk odor of sweat, my ass, and just dirty unwashed skin and then I gulped as the first of the hot stream hit the back of my throat. This thug was not a drizzler, but a fucking fire hydrant and I slurped and swallowed and slurped as fast as I could to keep up with the flow. Jesus he could piss! He laughed at hearing me struggle and said, “Told you I would fill you up.” I felt like it was coming back up on me and tried to pull away a little, but he grabbed my head hard, dug his fingers into my scalp and held me in place so I puffed my cheek, some snot came out of my nose, but then my throat relaxed and I got it all. “OH HELL YEAH I NEEDED THAT,” the thug sighed and instantly his dick began to swell in my mouth. I almost purred as I felt it get thicker and longer and soon was slicking it up nice and good with my spit. “YOU WANT SOME MORE NUTT BITCH? WHERE YOU WANT IT? IN THAT ASS – BEND THE FUCK OVER!” the thug growled. I quickly glanced around his legs at the open door and saw the shadow of someone walking by but didn’t care. I stood up, dropped my shorts, and bent over the little table, pushing Brett’s TV and the other stuff to the back and side, causing most of it to fall on the bench seat and then the floor. The thug had dropped his pants, shuffled behind me, pushed my hips down lower just a bit and then worked his dick into my hole. My hole was dry yet still pretty open and with a few grunts, some power thrusts and me swearing, “FUCK THAT HURTS!” he got inside me and started to stroke my ass. “GOT ME SOME PAWG PUSSY RIDING MY MEAT, MILKING THOSE HOMIE BABIES OUT, PUSH THAT SHIT BACK, OPEN IT UP, I WANT TO SEE THAT CREAM, SHOW ME MY THUG NUTT, THAT’S IT – I CAN FEEL THAT PUSSY PUSHING BACK ON ME – FUCKING CUNT TAKE THIS DICK, TAKE THIS DICK, TAKE THIS MOTHA FUCKING DICK!” The edge of the table cut into my hips as he slammed me as hard as he could and unloaded another load into my ass. As soon as he backed out of my bruised hole I whirled around, dropped back to my knees and licked him clean. I would have started sucking him again but he kept backing away and I was afraid he would fall out the door. The thug reached down, pulled up his pants, shook his head a few times and I took a finger to wipe off the drops of sweat that hit my face and eagerly licked it, tasting his saltiness. I stood up, he looked at me, smiled, reached around and squeezed my ass, bent down and grabbed his bag and said, “Thanks little sissy. I’ll see you tonight and this shit’s between us aiight?” I nodded, and as he stepped out I was surprised to see Brett standing there, looking in the doorway, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape, and one hand absently stroking his hard dick that was tenting his shorts. Brett watched the thug walk away who had not even glanced at him and had dismissed him like a roach. Brett turned, climbed into the RV and frantically pulled his shorts off, pushed me back against the table, flipped me up as I banged my head, got my legs over his arms and rammed his dick into my freshly fucked hole. My ass was right at dick level so it slid right in and Brett made a low, guttural sound, threw his head back and fucked me as hard and rough as he could. I held onto the sides of the table and smiled up at him enjoying the power that I realized I had over him – who said tops where in charge? Brett was piston fucking my hole, sweating like a demon, and growling like a wild boar. As his body tensed getting close to his climax the door to the RV opened, a dark shadow rose up behind Brett like a thunder cloud, and Brett yelped a little but did not miss a fuck beat as Pa drove his dick inside Brett’s ass and looked over his shoulder at me with an evil smirk on his face that told me I was next and I would pay. Brett barely lasted a couple more strokes before he cried out, “I’M CUMMING…I’M CUMMING...I’M CUMMING…” Brett was twitching and grimacing and still in mid-orgasm when Pa ripped his dick out of Brett’s ass, roughly pushed him to the side, making my body twist and both of us yell as Brett vacated my hole. Quicker than I thought possible, Pa lifted my legs, pulled me towards the end of the table, lifted my hips up and back then let my hole drop down onto his dick, which was slimed with Brett’s ass. Pa curled my body up like a caterpillar in a cocoon as he plunged his dick in as deep as it would go. He pinned my legs back as far as he could and I thought for sure my hips would break. Pa’s eyes were blood shot, his breath reeked of liquor, pot, and cigarettes, and his body dripped sweat like a horse that had just run the Derby. The evil smirk had not left his face and he bared his teeth with a little growl before shifting a little to beginning chewing my left nipple. I cried out as it hurt like shit, but Pa didn’t care and chewed harder and made a large circle of raw teeth marks around my nipple, each glistening in red droplets. He then shifted to the right nipple and I cried louder and this just made Pa fuck harder. Pa’s lips were smeared with red once he finished marking me, then leaned so close to my face all I could see was the dilated pupils of his eyes as he said, “YOU’RE MY SISSY – MINE! NOT THOSE N…. NOT THEIRS – NO NOT THEIRS…MINE YOU HEAR ME.” Pa continued to mumble that as a chant as he roughly fucked my ass and as his pace picked up he shifted his weight again and clamped his mouth down tight on my neck, encircling my jugular like a newborn vampire thirsting for his first drink. I grabbed the sides of Pa’s head and tried to tear out his hair, but he just bit me harder, making my arms go limp and I could only whimper as he chewed on my neck and I thought for sure he was killing me until he finally relaxed his jaw grip, leaned back and bellowed as he bred me deep, marking me on the insides as well. After a few moments, I could feel Pa’s dick begin to soften but he did not pull out. He turned to Brett, nodded, Brett went in the back and came out with a syringe and a vial of liquid that was darker and more sinister looking that what Pa has used on me before. “Do it now!” Pa ordered as he held me in place. Brett nervously filled the syringe, grabbed my right arm, and as I began to struggle Pa latched onto my shoulder with his teeth like an alpha wolf immediately making me go limp. The small prick of the needle was nothing but as I slid into darkness, Pa lifted off me and said once more, “YOU’RE MY SISSY,” before he left the RV. I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came awake with a start there was Master looming over me, his black face scrunched in concern? Worry? He slapped my left cheek again, smiled “Ahh there you are! Fuckin-A bitch! What the fuck? Did they shoot you up with that shit again? And what the fuck are all these marks?” I could only mumble, my throat dry and raspy so he handed me a beer, waited while I sipped it, then started to snarl as I told him what Pa had done. He shook his head, draped a sheet over my naked body, lifted me up in his arms, and as I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders and laid my head against his strong body, I felt safe, and horny! Master laughed as his thug dick twitched in response and without a glance to anyone around he calmly carried me out to the car parked at the end of RV. The gangbanger in back scooted over, Master laid me in the seat between them with my head in his lap, and I opened my mouth as he shoved two thick fingers into it, shoving a couple pills into my mouth then poured some water after them while stroking my throat. “There you go pussy. That shit will knock you out. You need to crash. You been up far too long and I need to figure out what to do about those red neck fuckers. In the meantime, rest – well you won’t really rest as I plan to fuck you and so will the boys while you’re out, but trust me – you WILL enjoy the shit.” As I swallowed and tried to speak, my world started to go dark, and I was not even able to mouth my last words, which rang in my head like the bells of Notre Dame, “PLEASE FUCK ME!” STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 17: The Great Escape and a New World Order (*Alternate Ending) **My Name is Mikey contains 17 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Some ten years ago I met Jon through a m4m sex website. At that time he was in his mid 40's, rather short (at about 5'5"), perhaps 160 pounds, handsome, masculine, lean, muscular and, over much of his body, quite hairy. Even though he is now in his mid 50's, he is still an avid runner, swimmer, hiker and mountain bicyclist. Naturally his level of physical activity keeps him in terrific physical condition, so he still has a rock hard body. He's been totally straight his entire life, but his sexless marriage was taking a toll on him. His wife had never really enjoyed sex, and had finally cut him off, which, of course, drove him insane as he had always had a very high sex drive, and needed sex if not every day, at least three or four times a week. What he loved best was to be sucked off. Shortly before I met Jon, he had discovered how easy it was to find gay guys online to suck him off. It was quick and easy, with no strings attached. He was finding out that to find women to blow him on a regular basis was very difficult. Though he still considered himself to be totally straight, he, like many straight men, had turned to other men to get off. So the long and short of it was that Jon became a 'regular suck buddy' of mine. He's an emergency room nurse at a hospital not far from my home, and for several years has routinely called me at least once a week, sometimes more, asking if he could come over for a bj on his way home from work. Naturally, if I was available, I was more than happy to oblige, especially since I've always taken a perverse pleasure in servicing straight men, even more so when the men are has hot as Jon. Our routine has always been pretty consistent. Jon comes over when he gets off his shift. He takes off his clothing, climbs onto my bed, I climb between his legs and suck until he fills my mouth with his load. I always have some straight porn on the TV for him to watch. He normally had his face glued to the TV, only occasionally looking down to watch me sucking him. He'd never touch me back. And as soon as he'd cum, he'd be up and dressed and out my door in under a minute. But, over the 10 years I've been servicing him, I've seen him loosen up and explore more man on man activities. It's been a long, slow process. But Jon's uncut cock is so beautiful, he always feeds me a huge, sweet load and he's so much fun to make cum, that I've enjoyed being patient and letting him loosen up at his own slow speed. I've asked Jon on many occasions if he'd fuck me, but, he usually declined, saying he just wanted a quick and easy blow job, so he could head home to the wife. But, on rare occasions he has fucked me, and seemed to have enjoyed tapping my ass, but, all-in-all he seems to really prefer just to get blown. Sadly, on the few occasions he has fucked me, he has insisted on using a condom. About the second year that I was sucking off Jon on a regular basis, he informed me that his youngest child had just gotten married, and that he had decided to leave his wife. As I said, his marriage had been sexless for many years. And he wanted the freedom to find a woman who shared his high sex drive. Although over the next couple of years he had several girl friends, apparently none of them measured-up to his sex drive, because he still kept coming to me to drain his balls. In addition he routinely complained how demanding and emotionally draining the women could be - which was music to my ears since it meant I would still get to blow him, his girlfriends notwithstanding. Eventually he commented he decided he just didn't want to complicate his life with anymore bitches as they were almost always more trouble than they were worth for what little fucking they were giving him. As I said, as the years have gone by, Jon has loosened up a great deal. He was fucking me more often. But, most of the time he still just wanted a blow job. And unfortunately, always using a condom, when he did fuck me. One night I got a text from Jon in which he explained he was working late, and asking if he could come over to my place at 11:00 PM for a blow job. He also mentioned he had a straight buddy, who like Jon, was also in a sexless marriage, and when Jon described the blow jobs I provided, his buddy said he was curious to try it out. With this introduction Jon asked if it would be okay if his buddy accompanied Jon? I replied by text saying I was cool with the suggestion, asking only that Jon call me when he gets off shift. Sure enough, at 11:00 PM Jon telephoned, saying he and his buddy were on the way over. I put some straight porn in the DVD, dimmed the lights in the bedroom, and placed my poppers on the night stand. I also put some lube and condoms on the night stand - just in case. But, like I said, most of the time, Jon just wanted oral. Soon Jon and his buddy Bill were at my door, and when they stepped inside and the door was closed, I had the chance to give Bill a 'once-over'. He was close to 50 years old, nice looking, but with a little belly on him. We shook hands, and as I sensed Bill was quite uncomfortable, I tried to break the ice saying "I'm glad you're joining us." He replied "I'm probably just going to watch. I'm not sure I'll be able to even get hard," adding "I'm not gay or bi. Just curious, I guess." "No problem", I responded, "Just do whatever you're comfortable with. I don't want to push you." I offered both a drink, hoping that would help Bill to relax a bit. Jon likes scotch on the rocks, so I poured one for him, and as Bill said he'd have the same, I made a double for each of us, suggesting "Let's step into the bedroom." Jon led the way into my bedroom. I have a large master suite that has a small sitting area where there is a small sofa and a matching, if oversized ottoman. The straight porn was already playing, so I gestured to the sofa and I took a seat on the ottoman - so I was directly in front of them. While we sipped our drinks we chatted casually, mostly about football, since I knew that football was one of Jon's obsessions. During the conversation I could see Bill was fixated on the porn on the TV, which struck me as a step in the right direction. Finally, when Jon had finished his drink placed the glass down, stood up and unzipped his pants. I leaned forward, and helped him to pull his cock from inside his boxers. He was partially hard, and I immediately took his cock into my mouth, although I did my best to observe Bill, who sure enough, was watching acutely as I sucked Jon's cock. Soon Jon was fully hard and removing his shirt, kicking off his shoes as I pulled his pants down to the floor. He stepped out of his pants as I continued to suck. Jon was now fully naked and I was on my knees sucking his cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bill occasionally rubbing his cock through his pants. His eyes kept going back and forth between the TV porn and watching me suck his buddy. "Bill, you need to see how good Dave sucks dick. Give him your cock. He'll suck you." "No," Bill replied, "I'm just enjoying watching." While I was slightly disappointed Bill wasn't ready for me to suck him, I thought 'all in good time'. After all, Bill was a good looking guy, and was definitely worth waiting for. Besides, while I really was looking forward to going down on him, both Jon and I knew better than to pressure Bill. I had been on my knees, sucking Jon's cock and licking his balls for about ten minutes when when I noticed Bill had unzipped his pants, had taken his hard cock into his hands, and was slowly stroking his cock as he watched me service Jon, who, upon noticing as much, asked, "Bill, seriously, are you sure you don't want to try Dave's mouth?" "Okay," I heard him reply, even if somewhat hesitantly. I raised up off of Jon's cock and turned towards Bill, scooted over the foot or so to Bill and leaned down to take his cock in my mouth. Bill had about seven inches of cut cock. He was rock hard and I could taste the drops of pre-cum that were already on the tip of his cock. I sucked him for just a minute, when he pushed me away and said, "Stop! I don't want to cum yet". He was obviously turned on and was close to cumming. I came up off his dick and thought I'd give him a break to calm down a bit. I stood and removed my clothes and told Bill to take off his clothes. I grabbed my bottle of poppers from the night stand and took a deep hit. Then I went to the ottoman that had been pushed away from the sofa and knelt on it. The ottoman is extra large, so I could quite comfortably kneel lengthwise. Once in position, Jon stepped to my face and I resumed sucking him again. Bill remained on the sofa a scant couple of feet from us, gently stroking his dick. "Come on, Bill. Try this mouth again," Jon suggested, withdrawing from my mouth. Bill stood, took Jon's position, and presented himself. Naturally I went all the way down on him. Then I felt Jon's fingers tentatively exploring my ass. As I've already remarked, he has rarely wanted to fuck me, but if this was to be one such occasion I was certainly game. Jon retrieved the lube I had placed on the nightstand, massaged some cold lube into my ass and pushed his finger into my hole. Then I felt another squirt of lube and his second finger slipped into me. I groaned in pleasure as I continued to suck Bill. Finally I felt Jon press his hard cock head against my hole. I knew he hadn't put a condom on which was even better than I had ever hoped to enjoy as I really had been hoping to take him raw. Sure enough, in one quick thrust, Jon had pushed his bare cock deep into my hole. It hurt quite a bit, so I came off of Bill's cock long enough to sniff some more poppers, and my ass relaxed sufficiently to accept Jon's cock. And with that Jon began to fuck me. After a couple of minutes, I heard Bill softly say, almost under his breath, "Holy shit," just as not only did Bill let out a low groan, his cock swelling even harder, as he thrust harder and deeper, muttering "Oh, FUCK ...!" as his throbbing cock filled my gut with its ball juices. Jack pot. My ass milked Jon's cock for every drop I could get as my mouth did the same for Bill. Each man's body shook in orgasm as he shot load after load into me. Finally Jon pulled out of me and collapsed onto the sofa. I could see cum still dripping from his cockhead. I climbed off the ottoman and back on my knees, on the floor, in front of him. I both wanted to taste every last drop of his load, and also didn't want a cum stain on the fabric of my sofa. When I finished cleaning off Jon's cock with my mouth. I got up and looked at Bill. Bill was already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed watching us. "Are you okay, Bill?" I asked. He gave a unsettled laugh and replied "Yeah. I'm good. That was weird. But also kind of hot." All three of us burst into gales of laughter. "Well, you know where I live. Jon has my cell number. Let me know if you ever want to come over. With or without Jon." "Thanks," Bill answered, adding "I'm not sure I'll do this again. But, thanks. It was definitely interesting." Jon and I of course have continued to hook up. I occasionally ask about Bill. and Jon has explained he has given Bill my cell number, but he didn't have any sense of whether or not Bill will ever call. A few months went by when one evening I finally received a phone call from Bill who asked "Do you remember me? I'm Jon's buddy from the hospital." "Yes, of course I remember you. What's up?" I asked. "Well, if you're available, I'd like to come over." I sucked off Bill that evening. I even rimmed his ass. He said that was the first time he'd ever had his ass licked, and loved it. Bill has become at least a 'semi-regular' suck bud of mine. Bill's also on that slow road from totally straight to exploring more and more man to man sexual possibilities. I think I'm going to get him to fuck me soon. But, I'm being patient. He's loosening up nicely. He'll get there. I'll have him in my ass in no time.

http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=7irVh-G807- ​ you want that fucking toxic seed in your gut you want that poz cum up your ass

Hey, guys, I have three or four stories that aren't over yet, Just hitting a very bad case of 'writers block' right now and not sure what to do with my stories yet. Have my ideas I want to do with them but just have not been able to put them into words for a bit. I am sure it will come back and probably with a vengeance. LOL

Yesterday, I was horny all day long. I hit up Grindr for several hours with no luck whatsoever, so I cleaned out, showered, and headed to Steamworks, hoping I'd finally be able to find some dick. Once there, I went in, paid for my locker, and got undressed. It was a Saturday night so the place was packed. With all the hot guys around me I instantly felt thoroughly aroused, so I decided to start by making the rounds, first the steam room, then the hot tub, trying to relax before starting the search for the dick that would be fucking me. I made a few laps, trying to take it all in. On my third lap I bumped into an incredibly sexy Spanish pup. We had instant chemistry so I dropped to my knees in the hallway and begun blowing him. He had a beautiful seven inch cut cock that filled my throat just perfectly. I saw him playing with his nipples so I started punching them while blowing him. This really got him turned on. After about ten minutes of blowing him, we both decided to take a break. He didn't want to cum yet and the night was still young for me. After an hour of fooling around with a couple of guys in the glory hole area, I ran back into my Spanish stud from earlier. We chatted a bit and then he pushed me against the wall and started making out with me. I was instantly aroused as I love it when the guy I'm with takes the dominant role. As we made out for the next twenty minutes or so, I again resumed working his nips, alternating between sucking his dick, chewing on/playing with his nipples, and kissing him. He was clearly very, very turned-on and when he asked me if I wanted to go back to his room I gave him an enthusiastic "Fuck yeah." Once inside his room, we were all over each other. I have to say, he was one of the best kissers I've ever met. After working each other up into a frenzy for several minutes, I asked "You wanna fuck me?" A sexy, sly smile appeared across his face, and he asked, "You're a bottom?" "I'll be whatever you want," I replied. He chuckled and responded "I"d love to fuck you." After we each disclosed we were neg and on PrEP, I told him he was welcome to bareback me. I could see his dick twitch when I made the offer, especially when he replied "Good. Because this load was either going down your throat or up your ass." He began fingering me and discovered I was already pre-lubed. He stood up and bent over me to kiss me. I felt his hard cock poking at my hole. I moaned as he kept teasing it with his erection while making out with me. Just when I thought I couldn't much more, I felt him start to slide that beautiful dick inside my hole. I let out a low, guttural moan. He asked, "Do you like my raw cock in you, baby?" "Yes!" I screamed in ecstasy. He took this as his cue to let loose and let me have it. He began fucking hard and deep, hitting all the right spots. After 15 minutes, he flipped me on all fours, never letting his dick leave my ass. He really started pounding me good. He pulled my head back by my hair, turned my head towards him to kiss me. After another ten minutes or so of deep thrusting into me, he pulled out and said "Flip over on your back again, I wanna to see your face when I cum inside your ass." He thrust back inside me and his pace continued to get quicker as he ferociously made out with me After a minute or so he asked "I'm about to cum. Do you still want my load?" Without a pause I replied "Fuck yeah. Fill me up, baby." He kissed me again and I could distinctly feel his cock throb as his load flooded my ass. He was one of the best fucks I've ever had. My only regret is I didn't get his name or number for a repeat performance. Damn.

wont show in 3 days at least a week..... hiv could take up to a few months....

I think you'd be better off waiting at least a week before getting tested.

Does anyone know if the VA will cover PrEP? Unfortunately, I do not have supplemental health insurance and only use the VA as my PCP.

Personally when I top I like fucking a hot hole or ass, when I bottom I get pretty submissive and will answer to anything the top calls me or my hole .... but generally I am the tops toy and the fact i don't really like it called that kinda turns me on as well as the top.

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!"

I too took my medication cautiously. I had the bottle for several weeks before I started taking it, coordinating it with some time off from work in case there were side effects. I had some very, very minor nausea, that could have been something else for a day or two after I started and that was it. I just got my first refill and started taking the 2nd month's dosage. Most things I read said 7 days was all that was needed to be effective but I waited a full month. Now, knowing I can take any load has me so horny I can't see straight, a side effect that wasn't listed on the paperwork. lol In the past, I've serosorted a lot and remained negative so it must have worked. This coming weekend I'm renting a room, placing some ads and taking any and every load offered to me. When I've done this before I've passed on what would have probably been some pretty good tops because I had doubts about their status or truthfullness. This time I'm going to be the slut I've always wanted to be.

A few months ago I met the cutest little bear at the local bear bar. We hit it off immediately and we both wanted to breed…bad. He was with friends and had to go. We exchanged numbers but nothing became of that. I had a few j/o fantasies about him but moved on to other dick. Night before last he messaged me online. We did the typical “how are you?” back and forth until he told me he needed some cum in his ass bad. I gave him directions and thirty minutes later he was on my doorstep. We sat on the sofa, had a drink and played the “first move” game. Normally this is not a game I play. I jump on it right away, but he was so cute and shy it made my poz cock throb just watching him so uncomfortable. I finally stood up and told him I was going to get naked and he could join me if he wanted to. What a sweet little fucker. Nice even coat of curly fur, perky round hairy ass, and the cutest little set of cock and balls on the planet. We made out for quite a while before exchanging blowjobs. I wanted him to beg for it so did not mind extending the foreplay for as long as possible. Then I pulled out my secret weapon, I started to deep tongue his sweet little hole. So fuckin tasty! He moaned like a bitch in heat. Finally he turned over, looked me in the eye and said, “I want you to bare fuck me.” Wow, you do not have to ask twice. Funny thing is I am 90% a bottom but his attitude turned me into a pig top from hell. The thought of infecting this cute guy was driving me wild. I threw his legs up and began lubing my cock with spit. He kept telling me how much he wanted my cum. His sweet little hole made my average cock feel like a twelve incher. He took it like a champ. As I said, I am a bottom so breeding this little bear did not take long. I shot deep and hard filling him with my infection. We spooned for a while with my cock inside. He finally looked over and asked me if I had just knocked him up. I simply said “yeah.” He pulled off me and said “Good. Want me to return the favor?” I wasn’t sure if he was poz or was chasing, but within a few seconds I was on my hands and knees taking his sweet little cock. After he shot in me we put on clothes and he left. Fuck I hope I was the one to knock him up.

Please tell me that any bottom who would want to be tag team also wants ATM. Please. Otherwise what's the point???

I love getting my holes tag-teamed!

My STD doctor describes PReP as the gay mans equivalent of the female pill. If you are or want to have raw sex with a ts you should be on it. A fuck that claims to be "clean" after a test and then bb's may or maybe not infected with hiv.

It seemed strange to me how a few words changed how I felt about the cock that was in my ass using me for his pleasure. I was already enjoying his sexual prowess, his relentless thrusting and strangely different manner of rhythm, but once I knew he was black, it was something different and I didn't know why. I just wanted that cum that much more. At some odd point, while my present top was stroking my ass, I started noticing that the noise level had begun changing. I was used to hearing various grunts, physical sounds of sex and occasional comments during these breeding parties. However, I was suddenly hearing something different. I suddenly knew why us bottoms were gagged this time. Our host hadn't warned us before we were committed and able to refuse to participate. For some inexplicable reason I was buying into the fantasy. I found myself starting to compare his sexual technique to how I had been being fucked before and didn't feel anything noticeably different. He seemed horny enough to fuck me and was using my slut ass as I was wanting to be used and was waiting for his cum to be pumped into it. I did notice a change in the noise level at the host's announcement. I made out that two of the bottoms were far more vocal or trying to be through the gags. Due to a couple of the breeding parties, I was somewhat familiar to how a bottom sounds during a breeding session while gagged, but this was completely different. The muffled moans and sounds suggested to me that they were suddenly not happy at the revelation. Where I had previously heard moans and sounds I associated with consensual and enjoyed sex, it suddenly sounded different. Strangely, the idea of my being fucked by a black man didn't change my enjoyment and perhaps, enhanced it. It sort of charged the moment for me to hear one or more of the other bottoms struggling as though they had a problem with being a cum dump for black men. If anything, with the third guy, the only difference I might have noticed was his taking longer to breed me. And breed me he did. At his point, he grabbed my hips, held them hard and thrust his cock almost viciously into me while grunting. I had no question once his pelvis met my ass that I had been bred. He had delivered his cum and I was happy to have it. I suppose it might have been my buying into the stereotype of black studs, but it seemed that, for the rest of the evening, I was not only enjoying the sex but, also, thinking that I was noticing them taking longer to cum than I was used to. I know for a fact that I took at least six loads, perhaps more since I had noticed a couple of the tops clinching my ass then slowly resuming their stroking and fucking. The excitement came later in the bottom room. Once the tops were gone, we were left secured and alone for a bit. I made out the sound of a door opening and very quiet footsteps. "I would say I'm sorry to have kept the secret of the top's race secret," he started, "But I'm not. Since you bottoms have been submitting to anonymous breeding, none of you have seen or known anything about who was fucking you. Tonight I was fascinated to see the results of your reactions to a few words from me." I suddenly wondered if I had fallen for it too. "I told you that they were all black. Your reactions were interesting to me. Don't ask, I'm not going to tell any of you." He actually admitted to me later that it was indeed an all black breeding party. Then he mentioned that he had been including black tops since none of us could see who was breeding us anyway. I smiled and felt quite happy about it. My only concern was my buying into the stereotype of a black top.

i am uncut and love my sensitivity and the fact that my cock is like a leaky faucet when im turned on and drools precum... it definitely feels different having one or the other fucking my bare hole. the uncut tops seem to make more precum and i can actually feel them precumming in me as they are fucking me providing a little extra lube. uncut guys are a little more vocal about how good my usually tight fitting hole is because of their sensitivity, but cut guys also give my hole a lot of praise too... haha. i have no preference when it comes to being cut or uncut, my only preference is that it be thick, hard, bare, and inside me with me on all 4's or ass up, knees nice and wide apart, back arched, and face resting on the matress.

Another spin on PrEP, at least in my mind, is that now I get to have no limits sex with guys that are poz, regardless of their VL. The guys most likely to be more adventurous. I absolutely love poz talk during sex. Not going to get that with many neg guys. Vanilla, just doesn't come close to doing it for me, unless I have a real intellectual connection with a person, which for me isn't likely. I have my own business. A one man show, so I can't afford to be sick. If it wasn't for PrEP, I just wouldn't be having sex. HIV has robbed me of most of my penetrative sex life. I have never had sex with condoms, as a top, and only a few times as a bottom. I just hate it.

Part 4 The rest of the day was spent soaking in the pool and laying in the sun chatting. I didn't take the tail out all day, after a light dinner Pete gave me a Valium and tucked me up in bed telling me I had a big day tomorrow. I must have slept heavily as I didn't hear Pete come to bed, when I woke early he was laying naked beside me sound asleep. I looked at the clock and it was really early so I got up, did what I needed to in the bathroom and slipped the tail back in my arse, Pete still being asleep I headed outside to the pool. Stretching out naked on a sun lounger I reflected on where I was and what was in store for me, lazily I stroked my cock, not trying to cum but just enjoying the feeling of it in my hand and the sensations my hand gave it. My thoughts were disturbed by an bronzed naked man cleaning the pool, I don't know how long he'd been there but he seemed to be paying more attention to my cock than the pool, proved by his hardness bouncing around in front of him. My eyes were fixed on his cock when suddenly a voice whispered in my ear "you like Ian's cock?" "Yeah, fucking nice". "Wanna suck it a little?" I replied by nodding my head and Pete beckoned him over. "My friend here would like to suck your cock Ian". He smiled and stepped forward, sitting up I went straight down on it as far as I could. "Good boy, enjoy it but not too much". His cock must have been about 8" and a thickness that was enough to fill my mouth. It tasted of chlorine, I guess Ian likes a dip in the pools he cleans. Pete was rubbing the back of my head and pushing me further down, I gagged a little but he just pushed a little harder. I could tell he was getting close to cumming, his body stiffened and he began breathing heavily, I increased my sucking frantically sliding his cock in and out of my mouth determined to get that salty taste on my tongue. Pete pulled me away telling Ian that was enough for now, throughly disappointed I did note that he said for now. The rest of the day was spent by the pool, staying hydrated, and desperately trying to get Pete to fuck me again, but no I was told that was for later. In the late afternoon we had a bite to eat before Pete told me to go shower and clean myself out thoroughly "I want you clean boy, your hole is gonna get some use tonight" it twitched a little at the thought. Spending some time in the shower I washed myself inside and out, taking some time on my insides. As I headed out of the bedroom I heard men's voices down the hall, I figured as is already been told to stay naked then I should do just that and headed to the living room with no clothes on. Pete was stood chatting to two guys "ah here's the guest of honour. Martin this is Simon and Stuart, they're gonna join us tonight". I walked over and smiled, they were both tall and lean, Simon had short dark hair, Stuart slightly longer silver hair, both had chiseled looks, with just the right amount of stubble. Pete suggested we head out to the hot tub, we all agreed and the other three men removed their clothes before we all went outside and slipped into the warm water, me between the two visitors. Chatting for a while a could feel there legs against mine, hands roaming under the water, I got my first feel of both their cocks, simon was a nice size and uncut, Stuart slightly smaller and circumcised. Pete was watching and I could tell he knew what was going on under the water. "Boy, I promised you as much Tina as you could take didn't I?" I nodded in agreement. "Well now is time for you to take your first slam." Oh fuck, I've only been slammed four times before across three sessions, I'd been craving that rush again, longing for it. Pete moved in front of me and told me to hop up on the side, he was directly in front of me as the other two jumped up beside me. Stuart reached down and pulled up a tray covered with a cloth, he removed the cloth to reveal six syringes, I could see each of them were full of a clear liquid, the stuff I wanted in my veins so much. He placed the tray beside him, reached down and picked up a leather strap. Quickly the leather strap was tightly buckled around my bicep, Stuart turned a little to face me and pulled my arm out so the back of my hand lay against his naked thigh Pete held both my legs and told me to clench and unclench my fist which I dutifully did as Stuart looked for a vein. I watched as he picked up the rig laying across the top of two more, obviously separate for me, and with his teeth he removed the cap. I was still pumping my fist as he brought the needle to my skin, he spent some time aiming it and then with a sharp jab he pierced my skin. I watched as he moved the tip of the pin around a little looking for the vein. He pulled the plunger back and there it was, that flash of blood spurting in, "oh fuck" I knew what was coming. Stuart just held the rig in place when I heard Pete, "this is gonna be a big slam boy, I know you've never had one like this, it's gonna make you cough, maybe feel like you can't catch your breath, don't panic just ride it, we're here with you. You ready?" Unable to take my eyes of the syringe in my arm, the clear liquid now red at one end, I just nodded. Pete told Stuart to go for it and I watched as he gently pushed the plunger down, I watched as the black rubber seal in the clear tube got closer to the end, I could feel a tingle as the liquid entered my arm but I knew what was coming would be far more intense. After what seemed like minutes the plunger hit home, quickly the strap was off my arm, and then it hit me, hit me like a train. Just as the shit hit my brain I coughed, I coughed hard, I had a funny taste at the back of my throat and yeah I felt like I couldn't breath, shit had they given me too much. I gasped for air but after two breaths my lungs relaxed, miss Tina was filling my whole body now, the rush was like nothing else, it was as if I'd been waiting my whole life for this moment. The rush just got stronger and stronger, I was on fire. I was suddenly aware of the puppy tail plug in my arse, the tail between my legs, I was also aware of me just saying "oh fuck" over and over again. Pete wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into the water and stood me in front of Stuart. I watched as Stuart picked a rig from the other end of the tray and repeated the process with his own arm. I couldn't take my eyes off the syringe, turns me on so much to watch a guy slam me but also to watch a guy do himself. A little cough and he was there, in my world. Pete slid me across to stand in front of simon and I watched again, Stuart dropped into the water and stood behind me rubbing my cock and tweaking the plug in my arse. Another cough and simon was in the water too standing to one side of me rubbing my arse cheeks. Now I'm stood in front of Pete watching as he prepped his hit, the blood shot into the syringe with such force and I let out another "fuck". Resting his fingers under the rig he took my hand and told me to push the plunger in, very slowly. My hands were shaking from the rush but somehow I managed it, and slowly I pushed. All in and the needle came out and I saw Petes face light up and he grinned. I could sense Petes cock guiding me down so I bent over and sucked it into my mouth, the Tina made me want it so bad, all 3 cocks inside me at once was what I wanted. His cock was rock hard and I could feel it stretching my mouth as I bobbed up and down. I felt one of the other guys playing with my tail when suddenly it was yanked from my arse and then I felt something hard pushing at my hole, I didn't miss a stroke on Petes cock as I felt the one behind me slowly push into me, I swear I felt every vein as that raw shaft slowly slid in. I let out such a moan but kept Pete in my mouth. I didn't know which one was fucking me but then a pair of hands spread my arse cheeks for the other and I drove back onto that hard rod. Whoever it was pounded me hard now forcing me onto Petes cock, I looked up and saw him watched me get fucked, I could tell he was happy and that made me happy too. I heard a voice say "my turn" and then my hole was empty, movement behind me told me they were swapping over, fuck nothing like one cock after the other I thought, and there it was pushing against me, I pushed back hard and it popped inside me. I was getting fucked frantically now, my hole body shoved forward with each thrust. I noticed simon climbing up on the side, right beside Pete and he was playing with his cock, I looked up at his face and he motioned down to his cock so I replaced my mouth with my hand on Pete and swallowed Simons cock down as far as I could go. "Shit I'm gonna blow" came from behind me, I began groaning loudly on the cock in my gob as my arse got truly fucked, the seed started pumping deep inside me, my mind was racing with the thought of it, cum deep in my guts coating my insides, each spurt from the end of the cock filling me a little more. The fucking slowed and Stuart collapsed on my back "fucking good boy, very fucking nice". I released the cock from my mouth and looked up at Pete, "good lad, you're doing well". Let's take this inside shall we". Then I felt my tail being plugged back into my hole and they carefully lifted me out of the tub........

Darkrooms. Then I don't know if they're ugly, and can imagine the guys are all hot. Plus I don't know who I fuck or get fucked by.

Agreed! Love showing off and getting more cocks involved. Recently being exhibitionist at the bathhouse helped get double penetrated twice and swapped between a few tops gang-bang style, so, I can't complain haha

I also collect used condoms everywhere I can find them. The loads always end up in my mouth because I'm so fucking cum-hungry. But I don't stop there. I also really love licking cum from the walls around gloryholes, bathhouse floors, urinals, you name it...It's so fucking hot!!

I woke up on a mattress on the stone floor of an unfurnished room. My body ached all over as I tried to remember how i'd ended up here. I was feeling weak and sore, my body bruised and scratches on my arms. I reached down and felt between my legs and around to my ass. Swollen & still gaping open, it was covered in dried, crusted on cum & blood. As i touched it & a sting of pain shot through me from inside, a flash back of a fist punching into it ran accross my mind. Flashes of cocks thrusting into me. Loads being dumped into me. And of needles being pierced into my arms. I shuddered at the thought yet at the same time felt my own cock twitch with excitement. I quickly moved my hand away & tried to get up off the mattress. I needed out of here. I needed to go home. I stumbled onto my feet and made my way to the large metal door. Locked. I shook the door by the handle & started shouting for help. Nothing. I continued for as long as my weak body could before giving up and returning to the stained mattress. I curled up & cried. The door flung open.. Waking me from a light sleep. "Calmed down have we?" Hugo was standing in the door way holding a tray. "Eat up!" he said thrusting it down towards me. Starving i hardly even looked at the food as i gobbled it down. He threw a pair of boxers at me telling me to put them on & come next door. I did as i was told and followed him into what i guessed was his own bedroom. The room was furnished. Large bed, closet & drawers with a lamp & massive tv. He got onto the bed and patted beside him inviting me. I climbed on as he switched the tv on without saying a word. Straight away i noticed the naked tied body on screen. Me. I was still blindfolded as a man slapped my face and laughed, my head swaying from side to side. He took the blindfold off and started fucking me. My eyes were opening but i had a glazed over look. Not focusing on anything. He fucked away at my lifeless body before moaning and walking off, seemingly having filled me with his cum. Guy after guy fucked me as i lay and watched with shock and joy at the same time. Guys were fisting me deeper than i thought possible. I even had 2 cocks in my ass at one time. I saw myself be injected. There was times i seemed more alive and awake too but still i remembered none of this. I was taken off the bed and into the room i had woken in that morning. Seemingly more awake now i was sucking any cock that came near my face as still guys fucked me. Hugo flicked the images forward, zooming by countless loads in my ass, cocks in my mouth, before stopping at an image of me lying on the mattress. The camera was at the bottom of the mattress currently only showing my feet as i lay on my back. Hugo came on screen and lay along side me before lifting my flailing body on top of him. He sat us both us. I watched the screen intently as it showed Hugo's massive pierced cock slid into my cumfilled sloppy hole. I noticed the piercing had changed from his usual heavy ring. It was smaller, a spiky looking ball ending to it. I watched as he fucked in and out of my body. His balls slapping against my slim asscheeks. Slowly i saw his dick becoming slightly red tinged as it fucked in and out. Redder & redder with each thrust. Still on the screen i seemed out of it, oblivious to the blood streaming from my ass all over Hugo's fat cock. I watched as Hugo grunted & jolted as he shot his thick toxic load into my torn ass. Fucking the pink fluid that started leaking out back in. He lifted me off his cock, releasing excess cum and blood flowing out of my ass and lay me on the bed. Hugo flicked off the tv and smiled at me. I smiled back. I wanted to stay here forever.

More guys came forward. Maybe the same guys i'm not sure. The fucking continued. Cock after cock was thrusted back into my begging hole. Crusty cum covered cocks fucked the back of my throat. Guys and cocks of all shapes & sizes. Fat. Thin. Veiny. Pierced. Some cocks covered in cuts and graze like gashes but still my mouth greedily ate them up and my hole begged for their juices.. The fucking stopped & a guy i was sure i had not seen before stepped over. He stood over me & introduced himself as "Hugo". He was big. Tall & broad. Massive chest covered in a dark rug of hair. His skin was dark & covered in tattoos. Even his massive pierced cock was tattooed. He scared me & excited me all at once. I had to have Hugo's cock in me. Hugo called another guy over who he ordered to take his sock off. Hugo forcibly shoved the sock into my mouth and taped it in place. Looking at his cock i assumed i'd need my screams of pain to be muffled. And this just worked to turn me on even more. Hugo moved to my ass and put his finger in my used hole. One finger. Then two. Before long four of his fingers were violently scraped and twisting in my hole as the sock done it's job in gagging me. This hurt more than before and then bam.. He squeezed his thumb in. His hand was in my previously tight virgin hole. My ring stretched so tightly around his clenched fist. He pushed further and it felt as though i was literally ripping in two. He kept pushing his arm in. Further & further until it felt like his fist was in the middle of my entire body. In one quick movement his arm was pulled from inside me. The pain was unbearable. As was the feeling of complete emptiness. Before i could catch my breath he punched his whole arm straight back into me. He was definitely going too deep. This was going to kill me, i was sure of it. My whole body was stretched around his thick, muscular tattooed arm as he continued to punch in and out. Wrecking my hole with every punch. As he went on the pain began slightly subsiding to a pleasurable feeling. Still super painful but somehow in a good way. A few more violent punches in and swift hard pulling out i was in heaven. Hugo stopped and stood up, lining his heavy duty pierced cock to the opening of my now gaping savaged hole. I was so looking forward to having his cock in me more than any other. He leant down and pulled off the tape & sock. Grabbing my face he forced my mouth open before spitting into the back of my throat. His hand moved from my cheeks and into my mouth. I greedily licked off all the juices from my own ass on his cigar stained fingers. As i did he rammed his cock deep into me. As open as my ass must have been, the massive piercing on the head of his thick meaty cock was agony. It ripped all the way along the inside of my ass. I was definitely in shreds down there now. Instead of worrying i continued sucking his dirty fingers. Hugo stopped and pulled his cock almost entirely out. Then i felt something different. I was filling up with a stinging, warmness. Hugo laughed as it dawned on me that he was pissing in me. A random spanish stranger was pissing in my wrecked, swollen, bloody hole whilst i sucked my own ass juices off his fingers & i didn't care. I loved it. I fucking loved it.

A few times i felt as though i was being wakened from a deep sleep by a cock thrusting into me. I couldn't have been sleeping though. Surely not with all this going on. Time went on. Minutes? Hours? Days? I didn't know. Everything seemed lighter though. Morning? Or were my eyes becoming accustomed to the dark? Slowly i was regaining my own mind. Realising were i was, what was happening. Before this i was a virgin afraid to let a guy cum in my mouth now here i was letting random strangers fuck load after load into my hole. I guess the guy over me sensed this. Maybe from my tensed up body or the look of shock & fear in my eyes. Before i could even open my mouth to protest he clasped his hand over it & leant down to beside my head. "Don't to worry boy. You a good boy. You love it. And we only starting. Anyway no one can hear you here". He laughed as i tried to struggle and shout. As he stood up he gestured for the other guys to hold me down. I was surrounded by guys holding me tightly. The more i cried & shouted & pleaded the more they laughed & cheered. The first guy came back and tied my arm. Tighter & tighter until it felt as though it would cut my arm off. Then i caught glimpse of a syringe. Filled with a cloudly liquid. I tried struggling. I tried screaming but the needle was plunged in. A cheer from the guys and they all let go. The tie was released and i lay there free. A strange feeling washed over me. Sonething ive never felt before. A warmth. A feeling of being in another world. Then i coughed. Coughed. & coughed. After i stopped protesting. I stopped struggling and inside it was like a switch had been flicked back to whore mode. I wanted cock in me again. All the cocks. Again. Now.