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It has taken a (very) long time, but finally made some progress on a follow up to https://breeding.zone/topic/33786-the-decline-and-fall-of-michael-christian/Apologies again for the very long delay... and I hope you enjoy. Anyway, here is Part 1. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hey man, sorry. I didn’t realise it was occupied.” A stranger stood at the toilet but looked over his shoulder at Calvin… was he smirking? Calvin needed to pee but it could wait. The real reason he was in the bathroom was to get away from the guy who had been (all but) clinging to him since he arrived at the party. The clingy guy had introduced himself as Tommy. He was tall, thin, and very flamboyantly gay. Not that Calvin had a problem with that, but Tommy had clearly had a few drinks too many. He refused to listen when Calvin said he was straight, so Calvin escaped to the bathroom. And now he had walked in on someone else in the toilet. Could this night get any more awkward? He started to back out of the bathroom and close the door. STOP. The stranger’s lips did not move but the word seemed to reverberate inside Calvin’s head. Like someone shouting, loudly, in a tunnel. There was an odd sensation just behind his eyes. A tingling. Calvin stopped. He stood in the door as if waiting for something. He wasn’t sure what that was, or even what it could be. “There’s room enough for two.” The stranger smiled but that smile never touched his eyes. Come in and close the door. The voice in his head was not as loud, just a normal speaking voice. But the tingling persisted. If anything, stronger than before. You are relaxed. There is nothing strange about what is happening. The voice was just a whisper now. But that sensation, the tingling behind his eyes, continued. It felt buried now, however, as if had burrowed somewhere deep inside his head. As Calvin stepped back in the bathroom and closed the door, he thought he should be worried. Like there was something terribly wrong. But he couldn’t think of what that might be. There was something odd about the stranger yet Calvin couldn’t quite put a finger on it. There was something almost… vague…or nondescript… about him. He was neither short not tall. Average build. Calvin couldn’t even tell how old he was. He could be 22 or 42. It just seemed impossible to tell. “I’m… Sebastian.” The stranger said. His extended his hand that had been holding his dick a moment ago. “You can call me Seb.” “Calvin. Calvin Watts.” Calvin shook Seb’s hand, trying not to think about where the hand had just been. “Nice to meet you. So do you know Mark and Mary?” “Not really, I just moved into the building and they invited me to the party.” “Can’t say I know them very well either.” Seb replied without more detail. “So how old are you, Calvin?” “I’m 18. You?” “I’m… a little bit older than that. Are you in college?” “Yes. I’m attending State, and studying Pre-Med and Chemistry. I want to get into medical research when I graduate.” Calvin wondered why he was kept speaking, answering questions that had never even been asked. He should be freaked out, of at least annoyed, but he felt eager to offer information. It made no sense. “You must have a high IQ.” “Well, when my Dad had me tested, my IQ was rated at 152.” “Very impressive. I bet you are doing very well in your classes, aren’t you? “ Calvin wanted to say that he was expecting to be on the Dean’s list this quarter and that he (and his father) would be very disappointed if he didn’t graduate summa cum laude in a few years. But Seb didn’t give him time to respond and the thought just slipped away. “Isn’t it unusual for a first year student to live off campus?” “My parents didn’t want me to live in the dorm. Too much partying going on. Or so my Dad says. So they rented an apartment for me.” “Do you have a girlfriend?” Seb paused a raised an eyebrow. “Or a boyfriend?” “Um… I don’t have a girlfriend, and I’m not gay.” Calvin wondered if he should be offended that the stranger had even asked… but somehow just couldn’t work up the energy. “You need to pee, don’t you Calvin?” “Um. Yeah.” “You should pull your dick out then, shouldn’t you?” That tingling again. And the perception of a voice inside his head but so quiet now he couldn’t even hear it. His hands moved before he even realised what they were doing, unzipping his fly, pulling out his dick, and aiming it at the toilet. His bladder, however, refused to pee, so he just stood there with this stranger. Both of the men standing there with his cock out. For a minute Calvin wondered if someone had put something in his drink and this was a surreal hallucination. But, no. This was real. Somehow he knew. “Good boy, Calvin.” A sense of happiness swept across Calvin at the words. His heart beat slightly faster in excitement. He wondered why he would feel this way. But, again, the thought slipped away. “It’s rather amusing. Your father thought he was preparing you for life. But his overprotective and controlling nature has sheltered you. You never even developed those defences that most humans have.” The words seemed to bypass Calvin as if his mind was shut down while Seb spoke. After a moment he blinked to see Seb looking at his crotch. “You have a nice cock.” Calvin blushed, unsure how to reply. “Do you like my cock, Calvin?” Calvin had never really looked at another guy’s cock before. Well, maybe in the locker room. But that was really just to see how it compared to his own. Now he found his eyes pulled down to Seb’s crotch. And he stared, suddenly fascinated by it. The other man’s cock was long and thick. The foreskin wrapped around the bulbous cock head and the whole things seemed so… perfect. Calvin was circumcised and his own cock suddenly felt awkward and clunky. “It’s…. It’s... beautiful.” Calvin finally managed. He licked his lips as he stared. “Why don’t you touch it?” Calvin’s hand reached out, tentatively. “That’s right, wrap your fingers around it. Stroke it. Gently. That’s my good boy.” Calvin felt his own dick starting to swell and rise. He was getting hard. But he was straight. Wasn’t he? It felt so fuzzy now. “I’m going to put my hand on your dick now. Is that ok, Calvin?” “Yes, sir.” Seb’s fingers caressed Calvin’s dick. The fingers moved softly. Gently. But Calvin’s whole body convulsed in pleasure. “You like that, don’t you?” “Yeah.” “I’m going to suck you now, Calvin.” “Ok…. I’ve never had a blow job before.” “A blow job? What a quaint way to describe it.” Seb shifted to his knees and Calvin could feel the warm breath rippling across the sensitive skin of his dick. The shaft flexed in anticipation. Some part of his mind tried to scream out. To put a stop to this. He wasn’t gay. But Calvin just couldn’t concentrate and the thought faded away. But Seb paused. “I could stop now, Calvin. I could stop, walk out, and you would be yourself again in a few minutes. Do you want me to stop? To step away now, without sucking your cock?” “No… please don’t stop.” Calvin felt desperate. It suddenly didn’t matter if he was gay or straight. He just wanted the other man’s mouth around his cock. “Are you sure? If I continue, there is a price. There is always a price. And you will never be the same.” “Please… please suck me. I want it so bad. I need it.” Calvin whimpered. Why was he so desperate? “As you wish.” The stranger smiled again. It was a smile that sent a chill down Calvin’s spine. The kind of smile that a cat wears when playing with a mouse. Then Seb’s lips enveloped Calvin’s cock. Calvin’s moaned as the sensation of the warm mouth enveloped his cock and spread quickly throughout his body. His hands wrapped around Seb’s head in a desperate attempt to maintain some control. Seb’s lips were locked on Calvin’s shaft. His mouth slid up and down the length, maintaining a tight suction. Calvin imagined he could feel the suction all the way from his skull to his toes. As if the pressure Seb was exerting would swallow him whole. It was almost painful… but somehow incredibly erotic. “Oh fuck,” Calvin groaned. He was getting his dick sucked for the first time… by a guy. This was so bizarre. But good. Oh so very good. “That is so amazing.” Calvin’s hips started moving, thrusting his cock further into Seb’s mouth. His dick was slowly swelling. His balls were slowly starting their rise. But… something else. A strange sensation throughout his body. Pulling. Stretching. As if the suction on his cock was siphoning something out of him. His head felt fuzzy. Unfocused. He had a slight headache and his vision seemed to be blurring. His body felt weak. ‘Oh fuck’, Calvin thought, asking himself ‘Am I having an aneur… and an….’. Strange. He couldn’t think of the word. He should know that word. A brain… thingy. A problem in the brain. He should know the word. Why couldn’t he think of it? Don’t worry. Relax. Let it flow away. The voice was back. And the tingling, which had never gone away, seemed stronger again now. At that information, that knowledge. It’s all such a burden. Surrender it. Life will be so much easier if you just don’t have to think so much anymore. Lay down your burden. Calvin was afraid. Terrified. Something was being taken from him. But he couldn’t figure out what it was. He had to resist. But his head was so fuzzy. Why couldn’t he think? Do you feel it? Your intelligence dropping lower. And lower. Doesn’t it feel good to let it go? Now you can enjoy other things. More important things. More immediate things. Think about how good your cock feels. Doesn’t your cock feel so good now? His cock did feel amazing. Seb’s expert lips, tongue, and mouth were bringing him closer and closer to cumming. This was fucking amazing. He had never felt this good sitting in a classroom. The suction was so strong. Especially in his head. Everything was being pulled into his dick. His dick that was buried deep in Seb’s throat now. Fuck that felt good. Yes. He could let go. It would feel so good to just let go. No! He shouldn’t. God help him, he knew he shouldn’t. He was losing something. Something important. If only he could understand what it was.… But his cock felt amazing. He needed to cum. To unload. To release. He wanted his body to tense up in anticipation — like it was doing now. He wanted to feel his dick throb —like it was doing now. He wanted to feel his nuts pull up — like they were doing now. He wanted this more than anything! Yes… Calvin succumbed to the voice in his head. He surrendered to the pressure. Stopped fighting it. And he came. It seemed to last forever. His eyes rolled back into his head and blast after blast fired into Seb’s throat. And Seb swallowed it all. But eventually the 18 year old’s muscles relaxed. His pecker grew soft and slipped from Seb’s mouth. Seb stood and gently pushed the young man down on the toilet seat. He peered into Calvin’s eyes and into his mind and soul. The mind was so quiet. So dull. So stupid. Lazy, unfocused, undisciplined. “Ah, my poor boy. You had such a high opinion of yourself and your mind. But you were just a tasty morsel. A delicious treat for a summer evening.” “Huh?” Calvin just looked up at the man above him. “Whatcha talking bout?” “I don’t think you need to worry about a high IQ anymore.” Seb laughed. “I’m afraid that I may have gotten carried away. You are well below ‘normal’ now. Well below.” “You ain’t making sense, man.” Seb frowned and looked down at Calvin. He really hadn’t intended to consume so much of the young man. “You know, since I took so much from you, it seems only fair that I give you something back. Would you like that?” “Your gonna give me somethin?” Calvin couldn’t really understand that this guy was babblin’ about… but fuck it. If he wanted to give him something, he sure as fuck wouldn’t refuse. Seb’s put his hand on Calvin’s head and pulled him towards his own hard cock. “What the fuck?” Calvin protested. “I aint no fag…” But his protest was cut off as Seb’s cock slipped into his mouth. Calvin tried to get it out. But no matter what he did, the prick was pushing into his mouth. And then he noticed the taste. ‘Fuck, that tasted good,’ he thought, his tongue swirling around the sliding shaft. He wanted that taste. More! Seb, however, was impatient. He had more important matters to attend and this distraction had already wasted too much time. Within moments, his hips were pressed against Calvin’s face. The entire shaft inserted. That was good enough. He let his orgasm flow. His seed erupting into the wretch before him. Calvin slurping it down like a man who had found an oasis in a barren desert. It wasn’t really semen, of course. Semen was such a mortal concept. But Calvin perceived the fluids as such. Seb slipped his cock from Calvin’s mouth and looked into his eyes a final time. Yes. There it was: the craving. A ravenous hunger for something Calvin couldn’t even put words to yet. And he had even given a bit of the young man’s intelligence back. Not much, of course. Just enough so he could function in society. And just enough so he could understand what he had lost, what had been taken away, it was so much more fun when they understood the price. Calvin sat on the toilet in shock. It was still so hard to think. For a moment there, he had been lost completely. He felt better now but he knew something was still missing. He could feel a cavity where something had been pulled away. And there was something else. Some other sensation he was just barely aware of. But he couldn’t put words to it. What the hell had Seb done to him? “Yes. That will do.” Seb mused. “You feel it missing now, don’t you? All that information, your mind racing miles ahead of everyone around you, all that potential? Gone. You will have to spend the rest of your life wondering what you would have accomplished. Cure cancer? Find new treatments to better the lives of our fellow ‘humans’? You will never know but it will haunt you. All of that given up just to get your dick sucked. Your dreams, your plans for a career? Dead now. But don’t worry, I very much suspect you will find a new career soon enough. I wish I could stay to watch, but I think not. It's time to move on." Calvin wanted to scream To yell. To cry. What the fuck had he done? But it was so hard to think now. He felt hollow. Empty. Incomplete. It took him a moment to realise he was alone in the bathroom. Seb was simply not there anymore. He was alone… for about a minute. And then the door opened. “Oh there you are, handsome.” It was Tommy, the gay guy from earlier. “I thought you got lost.” Tommy’s eyes swept over Calvin’s disheveled face and hair, and at the cum splatters on the floor. And Calvin’s dick still hanging out of his jeans. “Well, you have been busy, haven’t you? You dirty slut.” The word ‘slut’ sounded like a compliment from Tommy’s lips. Calvin was sure he could smell Tommy. His sweat. His musk. And it made his lust even stronger. His thoughts even weaker. Calvin’s eyes trailed down Tommy’s tall, lean, beautiful body. To the sizeable bulge in his crotch. He could see the outline of other man’s cock quite clearly. Tommy’s tight pants made sure of that. And that cock was quite big. He was so horny. No. Horny didn’t describe it. He was fucking ravenous. He wanted what was in the other man’s trousers. He wanted to explore that budge. He wanted to feel Tommy in his throat and, god help him, in his ass. He wanted Tommy’s cum inside him. He needed it. “Oh fuck.” Calvin didn’t even realise he was speaking out loud. “I’m gay.” “Yeah, I kind of guessed that.” Tommy slurred. Calvin’s dick was straining in his jeans. What Seb had taken, his intelligence or whatever, didn’t seem as important right now. He needed to sate his hunger. “I wanna taste you. I want to suck you. And I want you to fuck me. I’ve never been fucked. Please.” Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Well, lucky for you, someone convinced me to explore my top side recently. But are you sure about this? It’s going to hurt a bit… especially if it’s your first time.” < To Be Continued… > >

TAXI DRIVER **This happened about a month or so ago. I read another post about a taxi driver and that reminded me that I haven’t posted this encounter on here (I did on another site at the time)** Certain things can combine to form a situation that you really didn’t anticipate. One night after drinks with friends and seeing no prospects for the evening, I hopped into a cab to head home. I was tipsy and horny and flying solo. I didn’t really talk to the driver, mainly concentrating on staying awake until I got home. I’m sure if I’d met someone at the bar I would have been wired and up for some all night fuck fun. Since I was going home alone, all I could think about was my bed. As we got closer to my street the taxi driver asked me something, but being so spaced out I had give my head a shake and ask him to repeat himself. He asked me if I had someone waiting for me at home. I said that it was probably just my roommates, though I suddenly could tell he meant something other than just going home to an empty house. He pulled the car off to the side at the end of my block and switched it off. Turning around I actually got a good look at him for the first time. Not great looking, but not bad, either. His accent was thick, Turkish I think. “You want some company?” he asked me. Even though I didn’t find him all that attractive, I immediately felt a stirring in my pants, and my butt hole convulsed. I had already gone through the trouble of cleaning before going out tonight just in case, and clearly my ass was telling me to do something about it. I glanced up the street and could see that my housemates were definitely home (the lights were on in their rooms), so there was no way I was bringing a strange taxi driver home. My sluttiness is something that is for my knowledge, not theirs. So, I told him my house was out of the question. He kind of lunged over the seat at me and jammed a HUGE tongue into my mouth. He tasted of cigarettes and smelled a little of sweat. And it was turning me on even more (even though I did quit smoking years ago). So I kissed him back, tongues duelling, lots of heavy breathing, and he made very masculine growling noises in the back of his throat that were a fucking turn-on. When we broke the kiss he sat back down in his seat, turned the engine back on and pulled away only to pull into a dark alley behind a closed business. From there he climbed over the seat (I don’t live in a city where they have a wall of plexi glass between you) and was next to me in a flash. His hands were strong as they grabbed at me, pulling me in for another kiss while he took a handful of butt in each hand. I used my free hands to roam and check out what he had going on downstairs. He was rocking a cock that reminded me of his tongue -big and thick. As soon as I got a good feel of his cock, he pulled his mouth from mine and said, “Can I fuck you?” “Fuck yeah!” I told him. So there I was, quite drunk, in the back seat of a car with a swarthy man, about to let him fuck me in a dark alley. I do love feeling like a whore and this was doing it for me. While he opened his pants, I managed to work mine down to my ankles and then pull them completely off. Then I just climbed into his lap. He looked at me funny in the eyes. “No condom?” He didn’t seem upset by it, but curious why a guy like me would let a stranger like him enter me without protection. “You need one?” I asked. “No,” he said kind of breathy. He seemed extra excited now that he was going to fuck me bare. He grabbed my ass in his big hands and pulled me closer while he lined his big fat cock up with my hole, and as he kissed me again, he slowly lowered me onto his meat. I had douched but hadn’t lubed, but luckily he was leaking plenty for the both of us. His dick head nudged at my opening a few times to smear some wetness on me, and then he began to rut his hips up to jam more and more of his shaft into my ass. Once I took the big fat head in easily, I knew that I could just take the whole thing. Sometimes my ass surprises me and I can feel it just open up all on it’s own when I’m extra horny. I was probably lubing myself from the inside, too. On his next push up, I pushed down and sat entirely onto his whopper of a dick. Fuck, did I feel full, and damn that was a nice dick! As I sat there for a moment to appreciate the feel of it filling me, I almost laughed when I thought how its always the less attractive men who have the most beautiful cocks. At least that’s been my experience, anyway. Most of the good-looking men I’ve been with had small to average size -nothing wrong with that, either, I’m just saying . . . He seemed thrilled that he was all the way in me so fast, and he went back to growling again while he rutted his hips more, trying to get as much of him into my greedy fuck hole as possible. This wasn’t meant to be a lengthy session, so I got to work, riding that fat dick hard. Fuck, that thing felt so good slamming up into me. He had good staying power because we went on for at least 10 or 15 minutes and he showed no signs of getting close to cumming. I kind of wished that we were in bed for a good night of it -he could really give me a ride if this was how he fucked. He stopped and held me down for a moment and started looking around outside the car. This made me nervous because I thought someone might have found us. The last thing I wanted was to get busted. When I asked him, he said he was just checking if it was all dark around us, and then he lifted me off of his dick and got out of the car, dragging me along with him. He bent me over the trunk and entered me again, grabbing my hips and slamming me hard and deep. Now this was what my ass had been needing! This guy could fuck!! He was bordering on rough/abusive which I like, so it worked for me. Gripping me tight, the only sounds we could hear were the smack, smack, smack of our skin colliding and the odd grunt that we just couldn’t stifle. It was probably 5 minutes of that slam fucking and then he stopped, holding his dick in me, breathing hard. I looked back at him, wondering if he was cumming and I couldn’t feel it. “Did you cum?” I asked him. He smiled a very big smile. “Can I cum in you?” he marvelled. “Go for it, fill me up!” I told him. He instantly went back to slam fucking me for another couple of minutes and then started to growl as I felt his cock explode inside my ass. Damn! He shot so hard it triggered me and my dick started hosing down his license plate! I gritted my teeth to keep from yelling and cursing as my balls emptied on his car, and his emptied into me. His load was definitely proportionate to the size of his big dick and balls. I could really feel his load spraying my insides. Fuck it was heaven!! When he finished, he slowly eased his cock out of my well-fucked hole. As usual, I clamped my hole as tight as I could so I didn’t lose a drop of his precious seed. He pulled his pants back on, handed me mine, thanked me and took off. He didn’t ask me to pay him. I’m not sure which one of us got the tip. It was a good night for both of us.

Thanks y'all. This story has a long arc, so I planned quite a few chapters. It starts in 1998 and I'm operating on the premise that the BB party in Chaser is in 2012. As long as y'all still like it, I'll keep going. How It All Began (I Guess) Hi guys, I'm Zach. I'm 18, a senior in high school, 5'10", play soccer and baseball. I'm in pretty decent shape. I go to school on Long Island and live with my brother and my parents. My family is really religious (Jewish) and we go to temple all the time. I'm also gay. But I feel like my head wants to scream "gay, gay, gay, gay, gay" all the time. I'm not out. I can't be. My dad says stuff all the time about the gays not letting him get his work done because they are so gossipy and how they are always so sexual it's no wonder they have diseases. It's really kind of paralyzing. He doesn't ever care that my mom's brother died of AIDS or that my brother and I had a favorite teacher in school, Mr. Bennett who taught English, and he died of AIDS. My brother and I watched him get sicker in school over months and then one day he stopped coming. I cried and cried for a week. He was so handsome and so funny and smart. I'm going to be an English teacher when I grow up because of him. I just know it. But, damn, my dad can be such an asshole. I just really want to walk around the house sometimes or say at dinner, "I'm gay! Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay." But I don't. I'm in the closet to everyone. And of course, I'm a total fucking virgin. 18 and a virgin. Loser. Long Island has millions of people on it, but our world is small. I've grown up playing league sports - soccer and baseball - and going to local public schools, Hebrew school once a week until I was 13, and temple. It's the same group of people. I've known them my whole life. Sometimes people come and go, like my best friend 2 years ago; but mostly it's just the same people. I can't imagine coming out here. My parents would be so ashamed. Ugh. But, all that said, soccer and baseball definitely provide some sexual release. OMG! The guys arms in the baseball uniforms and the legs in soccer shorts. Drool. I've played on the same team with most of these guys since I was little, or went to Hebrew school, or......ok, you get the point. So, it feels weird that I totally perv on them and then go home and jerk off to them. I jerk off to me sucking their dicks and tasting their cum. I jerk off to feeling their bodies and them feeling mine. Eli is my favorite to jerk off too. We play soccer together. We've played together for 10 years. He is not the most popular guy. His brother is in college locally, so he hangs out with his brother's friends a lot and not really with the "group." He has tight curly light brown hair, a hairless body except for a treasure trail and some hair on his ass that I've seen in the shower. Ugh, his smile is so fucking sexy. Things changed with Eli last weekend. We had a great game the other day and Eli's brother was there. He used to play soccer with us. We beat the other team 3-2. It was close and we fought hard to keep the ball down field. We were a fucking sweaty mess when the game ended. There was Eli's brother smiling and cheering. It was great. He came over and said the parents were out of town and let's all do back to their place for pizza. Our parents, of course my dad wasn't there, all said yes and after we all got cleaned up I swear it was like a minivan caravan over to Eli's house. My mom and the other mom's stayed for a bit. Eli's brother opened a bottle of wine for them and then another. What we didn't know is that Eli's brother convinced some of the mom's to let their guys stay over and have beers and watch movies. There were about 10 of us left and Eli's brother when the mom's left. Eli told us our folks said we could stay over. I don't know when the pizza was ordered but it showed up just when our mom's were leaving and they all chipped in for the food - drunken Jewish suburban Long Island ladies looking for money in their purses and talking loudly. It's so embarrassing and so funny. I was sitting between Eli and one of the other guys and we were fucking rolling laughing. Pizza set up in the kitchen, Eli's brother opens the beer fridge. He says we could have beer as long as we stayed at the house. At first we were slow about it and then we were drinking faster. Eli loosened up and so did I. We were laughing a lot. They other guys had basically spread out in a circle in the living room and we played a stupid game of truth or dare for awhile. The most anyone did for a dare was I had to take off my shorts and shirt and stay that way the whole game and a couple of guys made other guys kiss each other. Fuck, that kissing made me hard and I had to cover myself with a pillow. Eli was the last guy to have to kiss another guy and he was told to kiss our goalie - Rich. I was so fucking jealous. I think I turned red and blushed because I felt my body get hot. After that, Eli's brother, Ian, turned on a movie. Boogie Nights. He popped some popcorn and we ate cold pizza. Eli, Rich and I (I wanted to stay close in case they kissed again) went to get more beers. Instead, Eli grabbed some whiskey and we made whiskey and cokes and went back to watch the movie. I was still in my boxers from the game. I couldn't find my clothes yet since the living room was dark. We went back and our seats on the couch were taken. So Rich laid down on the floor and Eli and I sat on the floor leaning our backs on the end of the other couch. We were drinking and our shoulders were touching. I was so crazy horny for Eli that I thought I would stop breathing. I just kept drinking my drink because I wanted to cool down but I didn't know it just made you warmer - I was thinking, "it's got ice in it. it's cold right. it should cool me off." Eli noticed I was empty and he asked if I wanted more. I said sure. He got up and put his hand on my bare shoulder as he stood. His hand felt so soft and nice. Eli came back with the drinks. It's the scene were Dirk shows the Colonel his cock. Eli hands we my drink, sits down right next to me, legs touching, arms touching and leans over and says, "That cock must be huge." I gulp my drink and say yeah. Eli puts his hand between us and I feel his fingers touching my naked thigh just below my boxers. I don't say anything. We watch the rest of the movie. Guys are falling asleep. Ian comes over to Eli, who moves is hand a bit for the first time, and says most of the guys are passed out down here. If there are guys awake once it's over, put them in the family room and the spare bedroom. If you need more space, I can take one of the guys in my room; but you shouldn't. Ian then says to me, "You should feel free to stay in Eli's room." I think Eli and I must've totally blushed. I was a little drunk and I stammered something like, no need. Ian said, "dude you're our guest, no worries." Then, Ian went to bed. We had one more drink and then we finished the movie and with that hot scene seeing Dirk's cock at the end I got hard. Eli, his hand back on my thigh and boxer shorts now, noticed. He smiled. He sent me to clean up in the kitchen a bit and he got the guys all sorted out. He came back in the kitchen as i was throwing out the plates and he said, "Ready for bed?" I said yes and he took my hand and we went upstairs and shut his door. He pulled me to him and kissed me. It was my first kiss from a guy ever. I was so into it. I almost cried. He felt so right. His hands were all over me and I was a bit stunned into inaction. He took off his shirt and put my hands on him. I rubbed my hands all over his shoulders and back and I kissed his neck and chest. As I lowered myself to kiss his chest, he put is hands on my shoulders and pushed me gently down to my knees. I looked up at him and he slid my hands down to the waistband of his shorts. I felt is rock hard cock. I looked Eli in the eyes, hesitated, and pulled is shorts and briefs off. It was Eli's cock. He said, kiss it. I did. He said, open your mouth. I did. He asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. I said yes. He sat on his bed, spread his legs and i slid my hands over is naked thighs and I literally moaned out loud and I took is cock in my mouth. I didn't really know what I was doing so I tried to blow it at first and he said, no suck it. I changed up and started sucking his cock. This is what I always wanted. I was sucking Eli's cock. It tasted salty and sweaty and like him. I kept at it for a few minutes and he said, "I'm cumming." I didn't stop sucking. I felt him blast in my mouth. I loved it. I kept sucking as I swallowed his load. I wanted it all. He had to push me off and said, "Hey it's sensitive after I cum." He stood me up and slid off my boxers and said turn around. I did. He said you have an amazing ass. I said thanks. He pulled me into bed and played with and stroked my cock and sometimes my ass. We talked about it being my first time. He kissed me and said I was good at it. He asked if I wanted to try something else. I asked what he was thinking and he said fucking. I said, I'm not ready. I've never done that. He kept stroking me and he kissed me a lot. He said, "I guarantee that you will cum if I fuck you." His cock was rock hard again. I was stroking him some. I was scared. He looked at me and kissed me hard. I let him roll me on my back and he reached over to the nightstand for some vaseline. He opened the jar, put some on my dick and on his dick. We stroked together and kissed. Then he pushed my legs open and I spread them. He put some more vaseline on his fingers and started to play with my ass. He kept saying how great an ass I have. The first finger hurt and I lost some of my erection. He stroked and kissed me more as he eased his finger in and out of me. One and then two. I winced at two and he said, "Let me know when two feels good with no pain Zach." In a few minutes, I told him there was no more pain. He added a more vaseline and put a third finger in my ass. I winced again, but then tought of something. Health class! We need water based lube. I asked if vaseline was water based. I said, "We need to use water based lube with condoms." He smirked and said, "Don't worry. We will. I'm just opening you up using this stuff because it works better. The water lube isn't as good for your first time." He was fingering me and stroking me and it made sense. I was stroking is lubed cock. He said, "Tell me wen you want my cock inside you." After a few minutes, I did. I wanted his cock so much. He said, "Do you have a condom?" I said, "Yes! Don't you!" He said, "My mom found my stash this morning before she left and took them. She said we need to have a talk when my parents are back." I said, "That sucks. I have one in my wallet." We both looked at each other, realizing that my shorts were somewhere else in the house. "Fuck!" we said in unison. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and laid on his back. My ass felt empty. We kissed and I knew he was disappointed. So was I. He was more distant now. Not even really touching me for the first time in hours. It felt so lonely there next to him, not talking or touching. I had just done so much and I wanted to do more. I looked at him. He was looking away from me and stroking his cock. I took some more vaseline and started stroking his cock for him. He stopped and looked at me. I got up and straddled him. Our cocks were touching. I started to kiss him again. I never wanted this feeling to go away. He was playing with my ass again and pulled me up his body some so he could finger me. He did and it felt so good having his fingers inside me again. Now there was one or two from both hands. I winced every once in awhile because it was awkward and he was stretching my asshole from both sides. I reached behind me because his cock had slid below me as he was fingering me. I stroked his cock as he fingered me. I put his cock on my ass cheeks as is fingers played with my ass. Eventually I was rubbing his cock on my ass crack and he was stroking my cock. I looked at him and kissed him a lot. Then I rose up and put his uncovered cock on my virgin ass. I sat down and his cock pushed past my first ring. I almost screamed in pain. But I had to hold it because the house was full of our friends. He added more vaseline and I lowered my ass slowly down his uncovered cock. I felt his hair on my ass. I was all the way down. He cock was inside me. I was in a lot of pain. I told him. He said, "The pain will go away, just wait." I kissed him and he stroked me. I started to move to ride his cock. I knew we should be using condoms, but I just wanted him. I didn't care at that point. I started riding more and more until I could hear the bed squeaking, him moaning and me moaning. I was rock hard and loving his cock in me. I loved him. I loved how he made me feel - sexy, wanted, desired, happy. I was getting close. He said he was going to cum. I went to get off his cock. He said, "Let me cum in your ass." I knew it wasn't safe to do that. But I kept riding his uncovered cock. I wanted him so much. He came inside me. I was in heaven. I felt him cum and it spurt in my ass. I kissed him to keep the noise down. I came when he kissed me back and shot all over his abs. I rested that way laying on him for a while, his cock in me, his cum inside me, and I was so happy. In a bit I got off him and we cleaned up and fell asleep in is bed. I was hooked. That felt so amazing.

Predators and prey (Part 6) Both hunks undressed and grinned at each other. “My name is Darren” said one. He was in his thirties and was quite athletic. “I am Tom” the other one replied. They were shaking hands and continued taking off their clothes. They tried to catch Michael’s attention by kicking him into his side, but the twink was somehow in a world of his own. Kneeling down Tom started slapping Mike’s face a bit, to force him back into reality. “Wake up cunt” he said. “It’s time to show you the joy of being double-fucked” Darren said and laughed evilly. Double fucked? The words lingered in his ears. His ass was on fire already and although he liked, being manhandled roughly, he felt exhausted already. “Can I go home now?” he asked instead with a tiny voice. No one replied, instead the guys started pinching his nipples. “Please…. ?” he sniffed. The guys didn’t seem to care. “You can’t go home now. We haven’t used your pussy yet and you need to be used…. you know that, right?” Michael had the feeling, he couldn’t take another cock. “What do you think? Should we sit him down onto your cock and I will force my entry from behind?” one stud asked his partner in crime. “The easiest way to go I guess. Let me lay down next to him and you help him lower himself down on my cunt basher.” the other replied. “Come on baby. Get up…. yeah…. give me your hand. We will help you…..” the blonde male told Michael who accepted the helping hand and was held up by the two fuckers. Michael stood up. It took a while, because he felt so wobbly. “Man. This guy is definitely not a virgin anymore” detected the black haired hunk. Michael was bleeding out of his cunt. The blood mixed with some cum he had already taken. Mike’s t-shirt was still nearby and so it was used to clean up his used hole. They wiped Mike’s ass with it. The student tried to step off the mattress but was held back by the two horny machos. “Where are you going Tinkerbell?” Tom chuckled. Michael was disoriented. They pulled him back while Darren was laying himself down and jacking his big cock to keep it nice and hard. He had a ten incher and he was looking forward to stick it into their little plaything. Tom turned Michael around and pushed him down onto Darren waiting spear. Michael bent his knees and straddled his legs above the raving guy. Tom continued jacking Darren’s cock and helped aiming it to the right angle to meet Mike’s well used snatch. Michael froze in place and let out a pathetic cry and his whole body shuddered. Both guys cheered while Darren entered the abused ass easily. Michael tried to defend himself and pushed away from the invading cock but Tom started increase the pressure on his shoulders and pushed him back down again. “No…. no no no no nooooo” he wailed, but both guys showed no mercy. “All the way down…. Don’t fight it cunt…. that is what you came for, now open your hole for us.” Tom whispered to Mike. The twink had not the strength to get up so fast and so his body accepted the next dick entering his ass cunt and he felt totally stuffed. Tom positioned himself behind the unaware twink. At first Michael felt only the fierce stabbing of Darren’s dick up is pussy but now it felt like something bigger was trying to gain access to his asshole. Tom’s dick was rocking hard but he had problems entering the twink’s body. He pushed his loins harder against Mike’s sphincter. Michael groaned pitfully as Tom’s cock was slowly digging into his rectum. “Relax boy…. relax your hole and let me in….” Tom demanded. But for Michael it was not possible to relax, while enduring such pain. It felt like his intestine would be ripped apart. Suddenly Mike’s head shot up and he let out a piercing scream. Tom’s cock had entered him. Holding is hands on his shoulders he pulled Mike’s body back and forced more of his cock in the 18 year old slut. “Gl glglgl gl…..” Mike blabbered unintelligible. “He is so tight” Tom moaned. Both guys started to find a steady rhythm. They did not seem to care, that Michael was probably damaged during the fuck. They simply enjoyed the tightness and the forceful act. Both guys fucked Michael as hard as they could. They wanted to double their pleasure and double his pain. While Tom was not the one who could hold back much longer, he signaled to his fuck buddy that he might shoot his load up Michael’s fuck tube. Since Darren did not complain he doubled his effort in pushing his cock almost all the way into Michael. While Tom reached his climax almost, Darren started working on Mike’s nipples. He began twisting the boy’s nipples around. He pulled and pinched them hard. Michael screamed loudly to the joy of the horny audience and cramped his ass cunt violently which gave Tom a great orgasm. Tom fired his seed into the bruised young hole. He groaned loudly and after shooting several times into Michael, he pulled his softening cock out of the violated hole. He patted softly on Michaels head, like he did a good job taking him to such a powerful climax. While getting dressed up, he high fived some guys on his way out of the booth. Darren was still enjoying the fuck while Michael still howled pitifully. Getting his nipples so bruised was extremely unpleasant for him. His body sent pain signals to his brain and while his ass was almost being ruptured, he felt like he couldn’t stand the tit torture any longer. “No more…. pleeeassseeee” he begged Darren. Darren started rabbit fuck Michael’s cunthole.. “Here it comes faggot. Take my seed…. take my toxic load you fucking whore.” He erupted into Michael’s ass and enjoyed the massage Michael’s hole was still giving him due to the tit torture, he was still receiving. Darren growled and pulled Mike down to him. The boy was glad the pinching had stopped but he felt still the slow fucking motions of the Darren’s cock, still buried inside his snatch. “You fucking whore…. stupid Bitch” he grumbled. “I'm going to see you in hell you dirty cumdump….” he whispered to Michael. Michael almost froze in place. Darren pushed the twink from his body and stood up. He snatched his pants and started dressing up while glaring at the young adolescent. Michael was almost paralyzed. He was on his back. On the dirty mattress. His legs were slightly spread and he stared at Darren with a lack of understanding. “You got what you deserved, you little punk” Darren hissed and spat onto Michael face. ‘See you in hell’, were the words that lingered in his mind…..

Part 8: At the Gym Michael: Michael didn’t leave the house for the whole weekend. And it was a week and a half before he dragged himself back the gym. He body was looking…. well, not flabby exactly, just not as toned as he liked. And whatever had started on Halloween was still going on. He might as well be invisible. He hadn’t picked up someone in a bar in weeks. He and Seb had met several times now. Each time Seb’s insatiable ass milked him. Taking load after load. Until his balls were dry. Michael was always so worn out after their hookups. He always slept well. He couldn’t believe he had ever thought Seb was older than him. The other man was at least a couple years younger than Michael himself. He was truly beautiful and Michael found himself dreaming about him when they weren’t together. Michael threw his street clothes in the gym locker and pulled on his shorts and a tee. God he really didn’t want to do this. But he didn’t want to lose any more muscle either. The gym was busy so he started with the free weights. Curls first he decided. “Haven’t seen you around in a while, Christian.” A deep voice said behind him. “Hey David.” Michael grunted. He continued his workout without turning. David always called him by his last name in some false sense of intimacy. The personal trainer stepped around in front of him. His eyes surveying. “Looks like you’ve been letting yourself get a bit soft around the middle.” Michael didn’t reply. No point in encouraging the bastard. He hadn’t worked out in a few days but he wasn’t “soft in the middle”. David: David let his eyes roll over Michael Christian’s body. It was true — the other man had been slacking off his workout — even if he was mostly just trying to get under Michael’s skin. When they first met, David had thought Michael was about his age — he had been surprised to find the other man was several years older. Had they met for the first time today, however, he would have guessed Michael was at least 30. To be fair, though, he still looked pretty damn good. “Tell you what. I don’t have any clients today. Why don’t I give you a free session?” “You don’t need to do that. I’m fine. Just been too busy.” “Hey, it’s no problem at all.” Michael shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever.” From the day they had met, months ago, there had been a struggle. A tug of war. Michael was the man everyone lasted after, the man everyone wanted. And David was determined to topple him. To supplant him as the top of the tops (so to speak). It was that simple. David had always been competitive. He liked to win. And now, as always, he was determined to do so. Michael: Forty-five minutes later, Michael was drenched in sweat. David was pulling no punches on this workout and pushing him hard. He was on his third round of squats. His body ached. His legs and glutes sore. Stretched. Taut. Michael glanced at the personal trainer. The other man was not looking at his face. No. His eyes were glued firmly on Michael’s ass. After a moment, David pulled his eyes away and gave Michael a smile. No chagrin there at all. “Not bad, Christian. Let’s finish up with the bench press.” Michael wasn’t sure if David was complimenting his workout or his ass. For some reason he didn’t seem to mind David checking out his ass for once. It was nice not to just have everyone’s eyes brushing by him. They walked over to the bench and Michael stretched out while David added weight to the bar. “Let’s start with this. I’ve seen you lift more but you’ve been off your workout for awhile. We can add or take away weight if needed.” Michael nodded. He reached up to grab the bar… And his breath caught in his throat. David was positioned to spot the bar and, from this angle, Michael could see up the leg of the personal trainer’s workout shorts. The other man was not wearing underwear. His cock hung loose inside the trunks and Michael had a clear view. Michael lifted the bar and tried to look anywhere else. He was close enough that he could smell the other man. Masculine but sweet. Strong. Reassuring. He inhaled. Savouring David’s scent. The first set finished and David added more weight for the second set. Michael was struggling. Maybe David was right, maybe he was slacking off his workout too much. He needed to stay focused. The last thing he wanted was to look weak in front of David. The bastard was too cheeky already. But Michael’s eyes had a mind of their own. Admiring the personal trainer’s well formed thighs. Following the view up into the leg of the shorts. To the big cock staring back at him. A cock as big as his own. And, to Michael’s embarrassment, his own cock was getting harder the more he looked up David’s crotch. “Come on, Christian. Stay focused on the weight.” Michael tried not look at the face above him. The smile on the lips. Oh yes, David had noticed the bulge growing in Michael’s shorts. “Nine. Ten.” The trainer counted. His hands hovered on the barbell now as Michael strained harder. “Come on, give me two more.” Michael’s arms were aching. He struggled to push the weight up… but it was no good. His arm was giving under the weight. David’s reaction was almost instant. His arms bulged as he lifted the barbell back to the the rack and stepped away. His eyes focused on Michael’s. Michael rolled off the bench and picked up his towel. “That was a great workout. Thanks.” “No problem, Christian. We should workout again sometime.” The personal trainer leaned forward. Whispering. “Something more private.” “Hey man, you know we’re both tops.” David just smiled. That smile. That fucking arrogant smile. “Sure, man. Whatever you say. But you know where to find me.” He turned and walked away. Michael cursed under his breath. His arms were aching… his whole body was. David had not held back on that workout even though it was a freebie. He headed through the locker room but didn’t turn into the showers. He threw his workout gear into the locker and grabbed his towel. Just a few minutes in the steam room. That’s what he needed. Despite the thick steam, Michael could see that the small room was empty. He sat on the white bench, draped his towel around his lap, and closed his eyes. Yes. This was exactly what was needed. Steam. Heat. Quiet. He felt his aching muscles begin to relax. The door opened and Michael opened one eye enough to look. Oh fuck. The tall, lean form that entered was silhouetted by the light outside. But Michael recognised him immediately. David. There was no mistaking that body or the cocky way the younger guy stood, his towel wrapped low on his hips. David: The personal trainer hadn’t expected anyone to be in the steam room right now. Let alone Michael. Something had happened during that workout. He was sure of it. He had seen the other man staring at his crotch… and get hard as a result. But Michael Christian was a total top… wasn’t he? No. He hadn’t expected this. But he wasn’t about to let this moment pass unfulfilled. It felt like there was unfinished business now. The other man was looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He closed the door and sat directly opposite his rival. Michael: Michael tried to ignore the other man but again his eyes betrayed him. David’s legs were parted enough that he could see under the towel. That big dick swelling slightly in the heat. Those heavy balls hanging between the toned thighs. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. He didn’t even notice that he was licking his lips. The personal trainer adjusted himself under his towel. But then left his hand on his cock. The cock that Michael was so fascinated by. The hand slowly stroking it. Michael didn’t touch his own cock but it was getting hard again. In the back of his mind something nagged at him. He was gay, true, but he was a top. Why was he so fixated on the other man’s cock? But he was barely aware of that nagging voice. He was fixated on David’s cock. Big. Hard now. Was it slightly larger than his own? He wasn’t sure. For the first time, he wondered how it would taste. David’s eyes still locked on Michael. His hand raised, curling his fingers. Beaconing. Michael barely noticed his body slide off the bench until he was on his knees before the personal trainer. He forced his eyes to raise from the other man’s cock. Up his body. That beautifully formed body. Sweat trickling down the abs. The strong chest. Those small, pert nipples. To his face. David’s eyes drilled into him. A mixture of surprise, lust, and expectation. Michael looked back down at the other man’s crotch. At the bulge pushing at the towel. His hands were trembling as he pulled the towel away. The cock, exposed now, just inches from his face. The smell of a man, of sex, so intoxicating. He felt his back bend like he was sleepwalking. His head lowered. His lips parted. And, for the first time ever, a cock slipped into Michael Christian’s mouth. The taste filled Michael’s mouth as he wrapped his tongue around the head. Salty yet sweet. The aroma was overwhelming. Something totally new for him. Musky and masculine. Thrilling. Intoxicating. His lips wrapped around the cock. His lips sliding down the shaft. He wanted more. David: David watched his cock slide into his rival’s mouth. Stunned. Maybe he always knew this rivalry would end this way. With one of them surrendering to the other. But he had not expected today to be that day. The reality of the moment was so different than the fantasy. So much better. Michael was worshipping his dick. He had won! The rivalry was over. He had broken the great Michael Christian. He only wished someone would walk in. Someone who could spread the word about this moment. Even without a witness though, the torch had passed. Michael would always know that he, David, had won. David raised his hands. Wrapping around the head in his lap. Gripping the hair. Pulling him down. Pushing his cock deeper into the hot mouth. “So I guess your rep as a ‘total top’ is bullshit.” He couldn’t help laughing in his victory. “You’re just another cocksucker, aren’t you?” He pushed Michael’s head down further. Hitting the back of the other man’s throat. Making him gag. He laughed again. The mouth working his dick was inexperienced. Uncertain. Clumsy. But David had never enjoyed getting a blowjob more. “I asked you a question, slut. Tell me what you are.” Michael: Michael let the cock slide from his mouth. Reluctantly. Sweat was dripping from his face. The heat of the steam or just the lust that consumed him? David’s fingers were wrapped around his chin. Pulling his face up. Eye contact. Shame flooded through him. What was he doing? Why was he sucking a cock? He had never done this before. Why now? And why with David? And why was his own dick so hard? But a word formed itself in his mouth. “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes. I’m just a cocksucker.” And it was true. He was. He had sucked a cock. And, even more importantly, he liked it. And David knew it. Michael knew things would never be the same. Not between him and David. Or the other men who had once been able to bend around his little finger. In this room, something had changed for him. “You want it again, don’t you.” David didn’t wait for a reply. “Beg for it. Beg to suck my cock.” Michael wanted to get up, to move away. But his legs would’t move. He stayed on his knees. Kneeling before the other man. His lips moving again, as if of their own accord. “Please…” His voice was weak. Grovelling. It made him feel sick. But he didn’t stop. “…. please let me suck your cock. I want to taste it again.” “Damn. You are a cock hungry bitch aren’t you? What would your friends say if they could see you now? Begging for my cock? The great and arrogant ‘top’ Michael Christian on his knees sucking dick. There’s a first time for everything, right? Fine. Open your mouth. And you had better go all the way down this time, cocksucker.” Michael didn’t argue. He bent forward and took the cock back into his mouth. David’s hands were back on his head. Pushing him down. He fought the gag reflex. And failed. Again. And again. Saliva dripped from his mouth. Coating his chin. Mucous was dripping from his nose. But David persisted. Pushing deeper with each thrust. Like a man possessed. Michael gave up trying to control the invasion. Succumbing. Surrendering. Letting the younger man fuck his mouth. And the cock slipped past his mouth. Into his throat. He could barely breath. But he didn’t - he couldn’t - resist. “Yeah, you cocksucker. Work that dick. I’m close.” The personal trainer moaned. Another thrust. Wild. Demanding. Another. Then the hands on his head pushed him down until his face was buried in the other man’s bush. Balls deep. And the cock erupted. Firing volley after volley. Flooding his throat. Down into his stomach. Michael couldn’t breath. His face was turning red. His vision blurring. He pushed against David’s thighs. Trying to get the cock out of his throat. Struggling frantically. But the personal trainer held him in place. Desperation. His struggles fading. His arms collapsing. His body yielding… And finally David let him slide back. Let him slide the cock from his throat. Let him breath. But he kept the head of his dick in Michael’s mouth. Still dripping. Still filling Michael’s mouth with the taste of his seed. Still savouring his victory. Finally the personal trainer pushed him roughly back, off his cock, and stood. “Thanks cocksucker. Not too bad for a first time.” David glanced down. “Well…. I guess you enjoyed it as much as I did.” The floor in front of Michael was sprayed with his creamy load. He had come while sucking cock. He hadn’t even noticed. “Clean that mess up.” David ordered. “I better not hear about the cleaners having to deal with it.” And he turned and walked out without waiting for another word. Michael was still on his knees, the taste of cum in his mouth. The aroma of David’s crotch still coating his face. Without thinking, he grabbed his towel and wiped up the cum. What had just happened? Why had he done that? His breath was ragged. He needed cool air. But he waited several minutes. He didn’t want to face David again. He couldn’t. He didn’t even shower. Just threw his clothes on and raced out of the gym.

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Quick note: My work schedule, always in flux, continues to be unpredictable. Will now be on the road for the next two days.... will be back late Wednesday and will push to get the last few chapters ready and posted. Just four "chapters" left, so I expect the story should be wrapped up by the end of the weekend at the very latest. Ok... onward! Part 10: Four Letter Word Scott Michael was calling but Scott ignored his phone. He was nearly at Viktor’s house and Scott didn’t feel like talking to Michael right now. He had dreamt about Viktor all night. The model’s body wrapped around his. Holding him. That smooth chest pressed against his back. Lips caressing his neck. Warm breath on his ear. Hard cock pressing against his ass. Had he ever disliked the Romanian? The thought seemed so alien to him now. Scott glanced at his reflection in a car window as he walked by. He had come from work and was still in his suit, although he had pulled off his tie. He thought his dark hair and ‘not quite shaven’ look made his blue-grey eyes stand out even more. He had always felt his eyes were his best feature. He rang the bell and Viktor opened the door. The model was bare chested. His nipples just starting to harden in the cold air. His chest smooth and hairless except for the treasure trail leading down from his bellybutton. The model wore a pair of old jeans — worn in all the right places to highlight his crotch. If anything, however, the gorgeous model looked even more pale, more ill, than the day before. “You should be laying down. You look like you are still not feeling well.” Scott chided with a smile as put the bag of groceries in the kitchen. “I picked up a few things for you. More cold & flu medicine, some juice, bottled water, and a little treat. The store had some Christmas chocolates so I picked up a few.” Viktor started to speak but Scott cut him off. “I know, I know… you don’t normally eat chocolate. But you aren’t feeling well and need a little treat. I also picked up some groceries and thought I could make you some chicken noodle soup for dinner.” “Scott you are being so kind. You don’t need to do all this.” “Nonsense. I want to do it.” Viktor: Guilt washed over the young model. He liked this new Scott, He was so much sweeter than the old Scott. But he knew that — if he had not tricked the other man into the ritual and the bargain — Scott would never be doing this. Scott was just a puppet being toyed with by forces he didn’t even know existed. I’m hardly an innocent. He thought. I’ve used guys just as much as Michael has. But this this is something different, something new. To knowingly infect someone with HIV, potentially with AIDS itself, just feels evil. Can I bring myself to do it? But then again, Viktor admitted, he wasn’t going to force Scott to do anything. Even if Zburător — Sebastian he corrected himself — had done something to lead Scott to this point, Scott surely still had his freedom to choose. There must be something in him that had always found Viktor attractive, right? And, despite still feeling ill, it wasn’t exactly going to be a chore for Viktor either. Scott might be just a few years older, but he was a very attractive man. If the other man hadn’t gone out of his way to be such a prick over the last six months, Viktor might have even made a pass at him before this. He was getting ahead of himself though. He didn’t have a plan as such. Look good. Be good company. See what happened. And, if an opportunity presented itself, he would complete his bargain with Zburător. Scott: Scott sat on the couch next to Viktor. The dishes were washed, the kitchen was clean, and the model had seemed to enjoy the soup. Scott was running out of excuses to stay. But he didn’t want to leave. “Thank you, Scott. That was very good.” The Romanian said. He had put on a white t-shirt for dinner but it was tight enough that it showed his chest off to good advantage. The couch wasn’t small but the two men found themselves sitting close together. Their legs gently touching. Scott put his hand on Viktor’s knee and, like he had done the night before, found himself leaving it there. Viktor didn’t complain. He stretched a little and then rested his arm on the back of the couch. Behind Scott’s shoulders. His legs spread ever so slightly. One leg touching up against Scott’s leg. Scott heart beat a little faster. And allowed his body to lean into Viktor’s a bit more. The arm around shoulders moved a little closer. Scott let his head rest against Viktor. He raised his other arm to the white clad chest. Feeling the muscles through the t-shirt. Tracing the nipples with his fingers. Waiting for Viktor to stop him. But Viktor said nothing. He didn’t push Scott away. He did nothing except, perhaps, for holding Scott just a little closer to him. Scott’s lips replaced his fingers on Viktor’s nipples. Caressing them. He couldn’t see Viktor from this angle, he was afraid to look, but he could feel warm breath on his neck as the other man looked down at him. Emboldened, the hand on the model’s knee moved slowly up his thigh. Resting on the satisfying hardness waiting for him there. The palm pressed gently against that hardness. Felt it throb in response. Fingers fumbling with the jeans, opening them. Sliding inside, desperate to touch their prize. Wrapping around the hard shaft. Stroking. Lips kissing their way down. Feeling the well-developed abs. Lower. Sliding off the couch to kneel before the beautiful man. Thrilled when Viktor lifted enough to allow him to slide the jeans down. Lowering his face to the crotch, barely covered now with only a pair of briefs. Revelling in the tastes and smells of masculinity. “Scott…” “Please… “ Voice pleading. “Please don’t tell me to stop.” Silence. Lips dragged along the shape of the hardness through the briefs. Fingers curling around the waistband. Pulling them down. The manhood, free now, as beautiful as the man himself. Basking in the sight of it. Eight fantastic inches. Thick. Hard as a metal bar. Foreskin drawn back but still covering the head. Perfection. The cock slid between his lips, the salty tang of precum just increasing the craving. Deeper. Back of the mouth. Deeper. Into his throat. Saliva dripping down his chin. Scott unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side. Viktor: Watching as Scott worked his dick, Viktor felt a thrill. He had been an object of lust before but he had never felt as in control of another man as he did right now. Power. Authority. Domination. Like a drug that overwhelmed his senses. Scott was clearly very experienced but seemed lost in his lust. And Viktor himself was nearly as unbridled. He wanted Scott as much as the other man wanted him. And not just lust. Something much more real that that. Was this Zburător’s doing? He wasn’t sure. And he couldn't make himself care. Scott’s mouth was amazing but Viktor needed more. They both did. He needed Scott to be his. Completely. Scott: Viktor gently pushed him off his cock. Scott looked up at the Romanian like a child that lost its candy. He wanted that dick. He couldn’t explain it. He just needed it. Why was Viktor taking it away? But the model stood from his seat on the couch and leaned forward. Kissed him. And Scott felt himself melt into the kiss. Tongues intertwining. Viktor’s hands under his arms. Lifting him. Hands exploring Scott’s body. Chest. Nipples. Abs. Cock. Gently stoking while Scott rested his head on on his friend’s shoulder. His breath heavy. Those hands sliding to Scott’s back. And down. Gripping his ass through his slacks. No words. No discussion. No argument. The Romanian knew what he wanted. He knew Scott would give it to him. And he was right. Viktor took his hand and led him towards the bedroom. Undressing him. Pausing only to touch. To caress. To stroke. And they were both naked. A gentle guiding push and Scott was on laying on the bed. Face down. Victor’s mouth and tongue working his hole. The only sounds the working of Viktor’s tongue, their breathing, and Scott’s moans. “Scottie.” The Romanian cooed as he slipped forward to rest on Scott’s back. “I have to tell you something.” He paused, as if waiting, but Scott said nothing. “I’m positive, Scottie, I’ve got HIV.” Scott’s breath caught in his chest. But still he could stay nothing. “I want to be inside of you so bad, to fuck you, to make you mine. But I don’t want to hurt you.” Scott could breath. He wanted this as well. He wanted that cock deep inside him. But he was terrified. He was on the edge of a precipice. Ahead of him was the void. But behind him, if he turned away, was a lifetime of regret. He couldn’t face that. Scott’s legs parted. Opening the way. And Viktor’s cock, hard and ready pressed deep into Scott’s crack. Lips kissing Scott’s shoulders and neck. The uncut cock touching Scott’s hole. Viktor pushing his cock forward. Scott pushing his ass back into the fuck. And Scott’s hole opened. Willingly accepted Viktor’s hard dick. Precum and Scott’s own saliva the only lube. Scott winced a bit in discomfort but this felt so right. So natural. “I’m inside you, Scottie. You feel so wonderful.” Scott found his voice. “So do you, baby. You feel perfect inside me.” Words lost again. Just motion. Viktor’s gentle thrusts. Scott’s eager ass raising to meet them. Two bodies locked together. Becoming one. Something neither man had ever really felt before. Something emotional, almost spiritual, that made the physical sensation even more breathtaking. The thrusts growing harder as the two bodies bucked together. Falling quickly into a natural rhythm. Scott’s neck turned to kiss Viktor’s lips. Viktor with one arm wrapped under Scott and around his chest. As if to hold them together… as if Scott would ever let them move apart. Viktor: Body aching, muscles tight, but Viktor didn’t care. His body coated with sweat, both his and Scottie’s. His breath ragged. His ballsack drawing up. The telltale signs. He pulled his lips away from Scott’s mouth. “I’m close… I’m going to cum…. do you want me to pull out?” Scott: Fear. The last moment to stop. To step away from that void, that abyss, to return to safer ground. But… no. “Please, don’t stop. I love you, Viktor. I want it… please… cum inside me.” And he meant it. With all his heart. “Here is comes, Scottie. I’ll always be part of you.” And Viktor’s body convulsed above him. Filling him with seed. With cum. With HIV positive cum. Viktor: They were linked now. His DNA was in Scott’s body. His virus. Viktor’s body gave way, his muscles relaxing in the afterglow, his weight resting on Scott’s back. “I love you too, Scottie.” Viktor whispered. He wondered when he had come to love the other man. But it was true. He had meant to seduce the other man but had seduced himself as well. “Will you always be mine?” “Always.” Scott sighed. And they both drifted off into a deep sleep as Viktor held Scott tight in his arms.

Part 9: Interlude - The Flu Scott Scott wasn’t sure why he was standing outside Viktor’s door even as he reached out and knocked. I’m just worried, he told himself. Viktor had barely been around since Halloween. And not just from their group… Scott hadn’t even seen the model around the bars. Scott found himself worrying about the other man. For days he had felt he should come by to check on him. And those feelings had finally won out. The door opened. The Romanian was wearing an old t-shirt and gym shorts. Scott’s eyes roamed the other man’s body. A strange shiver ran up and down his spine. It was like he was seeing Viktor for the very first time. “Scott? I am surprised to see you here.” The sound of Viktor’s accent was strangely comforting. “Just haven’t heard from you in awhile so wanted to make sure you are ok.” “Yes. I think I have the flu.” Viktor did look pale and Scott felt a twinge of concern. “Can I come in?” “If you like.” Viktor said hesitantly. Stepping back to let Scott enter. Scott wasn’t sure why he had wanted to come inside. The words had slipped out of his mouth without thinking. Viktor: Viktor sat on the sofa and gestured for Scott to sit in the chair. He was genuinely surprised to see the other man here. Including Halloween night, Scott had only been in his apartment a handful of times. Yes, Halloween night and the so-call seance. That is what had set this whole sequence of events in motion. Viktor was sick but he knew he didn’t have the flu. He was seroconverting. He had been expecting this for weeks. He had gone online and read about the disease. He had been sleeping with men for years but like many gay men didn’t really know much about it beyond the headlines. He had learned that not everyone who seroconverts gets the fuck flu…. but Viktor had somehow known he would. So, consciously or otherwise, he had withdrawn from Michael and his circle of friends. Never far though. Watching them from the outside. Waiting for Zburător - Sebastian he corrected himself - to make his move. He hadn’t seen the creature since Halloween. But he had watched as something happened to Michael. He had only seen him a few times since that night but every time he had, Michael looked more tired. Just a little less perfect. A bit less overwhelming. Older. “Earth to Viktor… “ Viktor shook himself out of his thoughts. Scott had moved to the couch to sit next to him. “Sorry, Scott. My mind was elsewhere.” “I was just noticing that you framed the picture that Tommy took on Halloween.” “Yes. It reminds me of that night.” Scott put his hand on Viktor’s knee. Just a comforting touch. But didn’t take his hand away. So, the model thought to himself, Michael and I aren’t the only ones who have changed. Scott: Scott wasn’t sure why his hand was on Viktor’s knee. But it felt… right… somehow. And he didn’t want to move it. He gave the other man a smile and was pleased to see him smile back. Those thick full lips. Those sultry brown eyes. The small pattern of moles on his cheek. God! The Romanian was beautiful. He was sure he had never seen a beautiful man. Scott had always thought so…. hadn’t he? Scott felt himself lean in, his lips longing to connect with Viktor’s. But he stopped. What would Viktor think if Scott did kiss him? Would the model let him? Let’s be honest, he told himself. I’ve been a complete prick. And Viktor certainly didn’t deserve the way he had been treated. Scott felt ashamed. He put his hand on the other man’s forehead. “You have a fever… you're burning up. Have you taken anything?” “Not yet, no.” “Let me check and see if you have anything in your medicine cabinet.” Viktor: The Romanian’s eyes followed Scott as he left the room. He had been so focused on Michael that he had almost forgotten that his bargain had included Scott as well. ‘Take his hatred and replace it with lust. Give him to me. To satisfy my desires.’ He had said, or near enough, and it looked like ‘Sebastian’ had been true to his word. But Viktor had not imagined he would start to feel for Scott as well. Surely this was something the demon had done. He remembered every rudeness he had endured from Scott. It was painful. He wanted to hurt Scott back. But things had changed since Halloween. He had gotten so much more than he bargained for. He would have to think this through carefully. Scott came back into the room with a glass of water, a couple pills, and a damp cloth. After Viktor swallowed the pills, he allowed the other man to guide him to stretching out on the sofa and put the damp cloth his forehead. “You’re almost out of the cold & flu pills. I have to go now but is it ok if I drop by again tomorrow? I’ll bring you some more then.” “If you like.” “Cool. I’ll see you tomorrow. You have my number… please call me if you need anything.” Viktor moved to stand and walk Scott to the door but the other man insisted he stay on the sofa. So Viktor just watched as him leave. Scott gave him one last smile and closed the door behind him. “Well.” A voice said. “Isn’t that sweet.” Viktor jumped up, the damp cloth falling to the floor. Zburător stood just a few feet away. “Sebastian.” The creature said as if it read Viktor’s mind. “You really must learn to call me Sebastian.” Viktor sat back down on the couch, saying nothing but his eyes watching the intruder warily. He was sure the demon looked… younger. More vibrant. “So, my little friend, how are you feeling?” “You know how i’m feeling. My body shifts between fever and chills. I ache. I am nauseated. You brought this on me.” Sebastian laughed. “No, pretty one. You brought this on yourself. This was your choice, you made the bargain of your own free will.” The creature moved closer. “I have been keeping my side of the bargain. You asked me to take away the dominance of Michael Christian. And that is well underway. He will be broken soon. It is nearly done.” Sebastian tilted to his head in the direction of the door that Scott had left out of moments earlier. ““And as for that jealous fool… well, you can see the progress there. Do you agree that I am keeping my word?” Viktor nodded. “Yes. And you have done something to me... made me love him back. Why?" "Because it amuses me. Our bargain did not preclude such a development. And speaking of our bargain, it is time for your second payment." “What do you want of me? You have already given me this disease." “You flatter me. I just helped. Made sure the virus took hold. And now you will pass it on.” “Pass it on?” “Yes. When your new admirer comes back tomorrow, you will seduce him. It won’t take much as you can tell. You will breed him. Fill him with your seed. And you will infect him with the disease. The virus is rampant in you. It probably won’t take long… but you will continue to see him and to fuck him until it is done.” “I … I can’t do that!” Sebastian laughed again. “You made a bargain: any price I asked. This is the price. And you don’t want to know the price of breaking your bargain.” “Please.. I beg you, don’t make me do this. For the love of God…” “Trust me. God has nothing to do with this.” Zburător vanished but his laugher rang in Viktor’s ears.

As promised, posting the next three chapters of the story tonight. Out of town again next week (hopefully just one night that time so will need to skip a day then as well. Apologies. Now without further ado: Part 4: A Simple Mistake? Scott: Scott could not believe his luck tonight. David had been an object of lust around gym since he was hired several months ago. The twenty three year old personal trainer had immediately earned a reputation among the clientele for his hot body and big cock. He was the one of the hottest guys around Boystown. And, in Scott's estimation, second only to Michael himself. There had been hearsay of him letting a few guys suck his cock in the steam room at the gym… but Scott had always put that down as wishful thinking. Scott had seen him in the showers, however, and knew that at least the rumours about his cock were not an exaggeration. And now? Now they were in Scott’s apartment. The personal trainer was tall and towered over Scott. His hands were clamped to Scott’s butt. Kneading the ass that Scott had worked hard to develop and to maintain. Their lips locked together. They had barely made it inside the door before David had pined Scott to the wall, pressing their bodies together. The bulge in David’s jeans very noticeable as it pressed into Scott’s stomach. Scott pulled his lips away from David’s mouth to catch his breath. God! This guy was hot and his hands were everywhere. David: David took advantage of the momentary break to slip Scott’s shirt off and to unfasten Scott’s belt and jeans. Then their lips were locked together again. He ground his cock into the other man and smiled at the moan it elicited. David loved getting a guy hot and bothered. Really bring out their inner slut and they will do anything you want. And this guy was definitely there. The fact that he was Michael Christian’s best buddy was a huge bonus. There was something about Michael that brought out a competitive streak in David. And it had been there since day one. Maybe they were too much alike. But he wasn’t here to make love. He was here to fuck. To breed. And he would get his way. He always did. Scott: Scott felt his jeans slide down his thighs. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans and underwear. He stood naked in front of David but the personal trainer was still fully dressed. He took the personal trainer’s hand and let him to the bedroom. The other man said nothing. He just half smiled. Almost a smirk. ‘Fine.’ Scott thought. ‘Let him think I’m a slut. I don’t care. Just need that cock.’ Scott watched as David unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Exposing his firm and well developed chest David’s hands wrapped around Scott’s head and guided him to one of the firm nipples. Then the other. Scott found his hand moving to David’s crotch. Rubbing the hard cock waiting inside the jeans. Hands on his shoulders. Pushing him down. Scott dropped to his knees. Unfastening David’s jeans. Sliding them off. The personal trainer’s cock strained against his underwear. Demanding freedom. Scott pulled them down. Ten inches of man meat springing free and slapping him in the face. Long. Thick. Hard. For just a moment Scott wondered how this cock stacked up against Michael’s. But just for a moment. “Suck it.” David ordered. Scott opened his mouth and took the cock inside. Hands. On the back of his head. Pulling him in. Forcing the cock into his throat. Choking him. Trying to relax. Deeper. The lovely flavour. Filling his mouth. Salty. David leaned over him. Scott felt hands sliding down his back. Gripping his ass. Spreading his cheeks. Fingering his hole. His hole spasming around the teasing finger. Moaning. Raising his ass up. Letting David know he wanted it. Being pulled up. Turned around. Pushed onto the bed. Ass in the air. “Condoms and lube…” Scott gasped. “In the nightstand.” David: David turned to the nightstand and rolled his eyes. God these guys who insisted on a condom annoyed him. He fumbled in the dresser drawer but he had no intention of suiting up his dick. This hot ass was his to breed and it would be dripping his cum by the time they were done. Scott: The cold and slimy lube on Scott’s hole made his pucker spasm. A promise of pleasure to come. Fingers pulled away… and then the thick cock touched him. Demanding Scott’s surrender. Demanding entry. Scott’s breathing was laboured as he struggled to accept the invasion. This cock was big. Probably the biggest he had ever taken. And he wanted it inside. A wave of pain as the thick meat breached him. The bulbous cock head passing through his sphincter. Oh fuck! It hurt… but it felt so good! Staring at the mirror. At the reflection of this muscle god pushing forward. Pushing the dick into his ass. It was worth the pain to feel this. And then he noticed: The condom, still in its wrapper, on the nightstand. "Didn't you put on a condom?" "Nah, babe." David didn't even pause. "Don't like to use 'em... My dick slides in so much easier without."" "I don't know, maybe we should put the condom on." Hands on his hips. Pulling him back. Into the fuck. Pushing two inches deeper into him. A moan escaped somewhere from deep in Scott’s core. "Don't worry so much. I'm clean. And, be honest, doesn't it feel better?" And it did feel good. And maybe David was right. Maybe taking such a big cock would be easier bare. And he wanted to take it. “Yeah.” He whispered. David pushed forward with a little corkscrew motion. Scott moaned again. “See, you like that. Don’t you?” “Oh fuck yeah… that feels so good.” “Take it, baby. Take my cock up your tight little ass. Been watching you at the gym. Wanting to tap his ass for awhile.” “It’s yours man. Fuck me.” And David did. Pushing deeper. More of the shaft sliding in. Opening Scott’s hole. Pounding. In and out. Deeper. Deeper. Pain. Pleasure. The sensations indistinguishable. He wasn’t gentle. Scott arching his back. Raising his butt. His hole. Begging to be used. “Of fuck… I need this. You feel so good inside me.” Balls deep. Slapping against Scott’s upturned butt. Full strokes in and out. Fingers gripping his ass tighter now. “Getting close….” David moaned. “Me too.” Scott’s hand found his own dick. Stroking. “I’m so close…” Scott’s body tensing up. Face red. Biting his lip. A tremor cascading across his body. Eyes closed. Savouring the sensation of the big cock stretching his hole. Not thinking. Just feeling. Lost in the moment. An image started forming in his mind but he didn’t even notice. A familiar face just outside his awareness. And then he hit peak. “Fuck me, Viktor! Fuck me… I’m coming!” Scott cried. Cum gushed, covering the blankets beneath him. His hole spasmed around David’s cock. David: The spasming hole pushed David over the edge. His cock detonated and he pushed it deep inside. Making sure his load was deep. Slowly their cocks softened, their breathing slowed. David slipped his cock out and gave Scott’s but a little slap. “So.. who’s Victor?” “Viktor?” “Yeah.. you called me Victor.” David frowned. He felt cheated of his moment of triumph. “Isn’t that one of your friends? That’s a bit fucked up, man.” “I’m not sure what you mean…” Scott stammered. David ignored him. “Not used to being upstaged in bed…. especially by someone who isn’t even there.” Scott: Viktor? There must be some mistake, Scott told himself. Why in the hell would he call out Viktor’s name during sex? David reached for his underwear. “Anyway. That was fun.” “I… um… hope we can do it again.” David wasn’t even looking at him. “Yeah. Sure. Sometime really soon.” A few minutes later, Scott closed the door as David left. He grabbed a towel, wiped himself, then sat on the couch. Well…. That had been awkward.

Part 3: Late Night Michael: “Sorry folks…. Last call.” The DJ called out over the speakers. It was 2:45 AM and the crowd had been thinning away for at least an hour Glen and Tommy had drifted away at some point, surely back at Glen’s place fucking like rabbits. Scott had hung out a bit longer until ‘gym guy’ pulled him away. Scott had given Michael an apologetic look but had followed his trick. Viktor? He had disappeared hours ago. Michael downed his last drink and tried not to smash the glass on the bar. He could not remember the last time he had been so horny. Hours - literally hours - and his cock had not settled down. What the fuck was going on? He grabbed his coat from the coat check and headed home. He reached the park but it was late and the park seemed was so dark. Ominous. Maybe he should just a around? “Don’t be stupid.” He muttered to himself. “It’s cold.” And so he set off across the park. The cold night air was biting. Very cold for so early in the year. It was only October — November now he corrected himself — and the wind was icy cold. Biting at his face and hands. He hadn’t really dressed for this weather…. he was sure it hadn’t been like this when they left Viktor’s earlier. He pulled his coat tight around his body. Despite the cold, his cock was still hard and throbbing in his jeans. Fuck. Maybe something was wrong… should he try to get into a doctor tomorrow? Some animal scurried by this feet and Michael jumped. “Fuck.” He cursed himself. He was being ridiculous. But he picked up the pace anyway. He approached the small concrete building in the middle of the park that held the park’s toilets. The building was dark but the security lights outside came on as he approached. He needed to get out of the cold for a minute. Surely the building was empty at this time of night… ? He paused … there was someone silhouetted near the door. If this was some vagrant he didn’t want to get too close. But no. He could already see this was no vagrant. He took a couple tentative steps closer. He could just make out the man. He did a little double take. It was the man from the club earlier. The “almost hot” man that Michael had started to make eyes with but who had disappeared on him. This man clearly recognised Michael as well. He smiled as Michael approached. Michael held his eyes for a moment then stepped through the door and into the men’s room. He breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped out the wind. He could hear it howl outside but felt warmer in here. Michael stepped to the urinal and pulled out his cock. Shit! was this thing never going to go down? Still hard as a rock. His foreskin was retracted. The door opened and closed behind him. The almost hot man stepped up to the urinal next to his and fished out his own cock. They stood quietly next to each other for a moment. “Very impressive.” The almost hot man whispered. “But looks like you could use a hand… or more.” Michael glanced his way. This was not his scene. Not all all. But his cock was so hard. He hardly noticed that he was stroking it softly. The guy wasn’t that bad looking. Plus… they were alone now. No one ever needed to know. “Yeah.” His voice was horse after shouting over the music all night. “Fucking horny, man.” The almost hot man reached over and gently pushed Michael’s hand away and wrapped his own fingers around the thick and bulging shaft. A low moan escaped from Michael’s chest. The other man started slowly stroking. Michael’s eyes closed. “My name is Sebastian, but you can call me Seb.” “Mmm hmm.” Michael didn’t reply. He didn’t see the point of giving his name to a trick like this. A slut who hung out in toilets looking for cock. One not up to Michael’s standards. One that Michael would never hook up with again. The almost-hot man leaned in. Their lips touching. Their tongues met, Michael’s tongue darting into the other man’s mouth, the other man gentle and accepting. The man’s mouth was sweet, his breath hot like cinnamon. Michael felt the man unbuckle his jeans and slide them gently down to his thighs. The hard meat bounced out… free of the confining denim. Desperate for satisfaction. The almost-hot man, Seb, broke off the kiss. Michael opened his eyes. The other man was smiling. His eyes locked on Michael’s. The almost hot man knelt down slowly. Never losing eye contact. Kissing Michael’s chin. Kissing his chest through the sweaty shirt. Down his abs. Finally facing Michael’s hard cock. “Yeah man.” Michael urged. “Open up and suck that dick.” The man slowly moved forward. The head of Michael’s uncut dick touching his lips, then parting them. The lips circled Michael’s cock and welcomed him in. The tongue swirled around the sensitive head. Caressing it. Licking the piss slit, then coiling around the glans, brushing the frenulum. Back to the tip. This guy could suck cock! Michael’s eyes rolled back in his head. Seb pulled Michael’s dick out of his mouth and rang his tongue along the underside. He licked across the entire ballsack then gently opened his mouth and took one of the testicles into his warm cavity. Tongue dancing around the scrotum. Gently at first. Then, watching Michael carefully, gradually increasing pressure. Back to the tip of the cock. More play with the head. Then taking it deeper into his mouth. Sliding down the cock. Allowing it to slide across his tongue and to the back of his mouth. Backing off. Sliding back down. Backing off. Michael was in no mood for the teasing. His hands found the back of Seb’s head. On the next downstroke, he pushed deeper. His cock slid into the stranger’s throat. No complaint. Michael pushed deeper. Inch after inch of his cock pushed into the throat. Until his balls slapped against the stranger’s chin. Ten inches of man meat pushed into his throat and he was taking it effortlessly. Seb clearly had a very well controlled gag reflect. The man was moaning and the vibration brought extra pleasure. Michael wasn’t sure how long this had been going on. It felt like hours, it felt like minutes… or seconds. The stranger pulled off for a breath of air. He let the cock slide from his mouth for only a second. Then took the tip back into his mouth. Working the slit. Working the head. Then letting the cock slide back across his tongue into his throat. Deep. Balls deep. Balls slapping against his chin. Back out. To the tip. All the way back down. Michael returned his hands to the back of the stranger’s head. He couldn’t stop himself. His hips thrusting. His balls raising. His cock swelling. “Here it comes. Take it!” Seb’s hands wrapped around Michael’s butt for support. He pulled Michael. All the way inside. Crotch pressed to lips. And held him. Deep. “Oh…. fuck! Fuck!” Michael’s cock spasmed. Tremors shaking his whole body. His load firing down this almost hot man’s throat. Volley of cum. After Volley. After volley. Seb swallowed it all. Holding Michael tight. Not letting him move away. Until Michael was spent. His face was red. His breath ragged. His cock softened. His body sagging. At last content he had received every drop, he let Michael move away. Michael staggered back and leaned against the sink counter. For the first time in hours, his cock was not hard and aching. He signed with relief. “Mmmm.” Sec moaned. “That was so tasty.” “That… was.. “ Michael struggled for breath. “… the… best… blowjob… I’ve… ever… received.” The man raised an eyebrow and smiled. “You flatter me.” “No, man. I mean it. Fuck… I feel totally drained.” “Pity. Would love to feel you inside me.” The stranger winked. Michael looked at the man, still crouched on the floor. Maybe he had been wrong about the man earlier. He couldn’t see any grey hair or wrinkles now…. couldn’t be older than his early thirties. Maybe it was just the light. Michael paused, considering. “If your ass is anything like your mouth, I would love to fuck you sometime.” But his cock lay lifeless on his thigh. “But not tonight. Just don’t think I could.” Michael zipped his jeans and fastened his belt. The stranger stood. Stepped close. His lips pressed against Michael’s. His tongue parting Michael’s lips. Michael returned the kiss eagerly. Savouring the sweet taste of the man’s mouth. Not even a hint of the taste of the load he had unleashed down the man’s throat. At last the man stepped away. “You never told me your name.” “Michael.” “Nice to meet you Michael.” Seb pulled a pen from his back pocket and wrote a number on Michael’s hand. “Here’s my number. Call me when you are ready to fuck.” Michael’s hand wrapped around Seb, holding his ass tight. “You bet I will.” A final kiss and Michael staggered out of the toilet. He took a couple steps. And stopped. A man. Standing under the closest tree. Watching. His eyes glued to Michael. Michael recognised him. The freak from earlier, the sickly looking one. The one who had wanted to fuck him. The strange man grinned, knowingly, then stepped back into the shadows. And seemed to disappear. Michael hurried on through the park. Fuck. Crazy people these days. Finally he opened his apartment door and threw coat in the direction of the couch. He felt so tired. So drained. He staggered towards his bed. He just needed to lay down for a minute. He would get undressed in just a minute. Just needed to lay down first. Just … for … a … sec… And Michael Christian was fast asleep.

Part 2: Halloween Encounters Scott: The club was packed when they arrived at 11:00 PM. People were being turned away from the door but the bouncer let Michael walk by with a nod… and Scott and Viktor trailed in his wake. The rest of their little group - Greg and Tommy - were waiting when they came in. “Didn’t think you guys were going to show!” Greg shouted above the noise. Greg was no real beauty but was passably handsome in a blue collar sort of way. Scott had let Greg into the group a couple years ago during a spate of gay bashings. Always good to have someone around who looked like he could fight back. And Greg, who worked construction, definitely fit the bill. “I said you three were having a threesome to get the party started.” Tommy laughed. “Not fucking likely.” Scott said through gritted teeth, still annoyed at the wasted time on the seance, but no one heard him. If you looked in a gay dictionary for the word “twink” you would see a picture of Tommy. Tall but very thin and boyish, Tommy couldn’t be closeted if he wanted to… so instead he wore his gayness like a banner. He and Greg had dated briefly but Scott suspected he had hoped to “trade up” to Michael. Good luck. He was definitely not Michael’s type at all. “Hey guys!” Tommy said, pulling out his phone. “Everyone squeeze together. Let me get a picture.” Scott sighed and he saw Greg roll his eyes. But no one seemed to complain. Michael was only half paying attention, his eyes scanning the room. Looking for his next conquest most likely. “I’ll send you all a copy later. “ Tommy promised. Greg leaned close to Michael and Scott. “So what did keep you?” “Don’t ask.” Michael laughed. “I need a fucking drink.” He led the way to the bar and Greg bought the first round. The first round of many. Michael: Thirty minutes later and Michael found himself leaning against a column fighting with a growing sense of frustration. The music was great. The club filled with hot, sweaty, horny men. Men undulating to the music. Grinding their bodies together. He had a nice buzz from the alcohol. Tonight, however, something seemed… off. Different. Somehow. It a way he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The crowd’s eyes seemed to slide right past him. Even his friends had wandered off. Greg and Tommy were all but screwing on the dance floor. Viktor was out there as well… dancing with a different man every song. Even Scott… poor little Scott who had followed him like a puppy since they were 15… had wandered off. He was alone. Alone in a crowd of gay men. This was not something that Michael was used to… or that he liked. And worse. He was horny. He wanted to find an ass to fuck. His cock had been hard, frustratingly hard, for an hour. He had made no real effort to hide it but the even his 10 straining inches weren’t drawing a second glance. “Hey.” A voice said behind him, close enough to almost whisper in his ear but shouting to be heard over the noise. Michael turned around, startled. He hadn’t noticed or heard the man come up behind him. Was there something familiar about his face? Didn’t really matter though, this guy was nowhere near Michael’s league. He was older — at least in this mid to late 30’s. His body was thin and untoned… but with a bulging belly. His hair was mostly grey and dishevelled, his face covered with a beard, thick and unkempt. It was his face that revolted Michael the most: gaunt, skin pale, eyes sunken. He looked sick. He may have been a looker once but that had clearly faded. Not Michael’s type at all. “Fuck dude. You shouldn’t come up behind me like that.” Michael had to shout a bit over the music and noise. “Sorry buddy. You just looked lonely so I thought I could come keep you company.” “Excuse me?” Michael wanted a fuck but this guy definitely wasn’t it. “Come on, baby. I’ve got something that will put a smile on your face.” The sickly man casually groped his himself through his too-tight jeans. “You will definitely smile when I get this inside you.” Michael laughed in his face. “You are barking up the wrong tree. I don’t get fucked. I’m a top.” “Oh please… with an ass like that? Your ass was clearly made for fucking.” “Not happening. Besides. I don’t do pity fucks. Look at yourself, man. You look like a fucking corpse. I wouldn’t even let you suck my dick.” “Well fuck you, man. I was just trying to cheer you up. Go home alone and whack yourself off while looking in the mirror.” The stranger turned and disappeared into the crowd. Great. Another annoyance on an already miserable night. Michael turned back to the dance floor to see Scott approaching with a couple more drinks. Scott: “What was that?” Scott asked as he approached. “Some asshole wanted to fuck me. Can you believe that shit?” Scott laughed. “What? Didn’t he know who you were? Must be from out of town. Was he at least hot? I couldn’t really see him.” “Not hot at all. Looked kind of sick actually…. like some kind of AIDS victim. It’s strange but I’m sure I’ve seen him somewhere before.” Scott shrugged and handed Michael a drink. There didn’t seem to be much point in talking with all the noise. Viktor: There were no quiet corners in this club but Viktor retreated to the most out of the way spot he could find. He was shaking a bit. He had seen the sickly man and watched him approach Michael. It was clear that Michael had not recognised that face. But Viktor had. This was unexpected. The truth was he hadn’t known quite what to expect when he set this in motion. But he certainly had not expected this. Viktor’s eyes scanned the crowd, looking for that face. Nothing. He needed a better vantage point to look… and to keep an eye on Michael. He kept losing Michael in the crowd, even though the blond wasn’t moving. It was like the eyes just slid off him. The club had a balcony that over looked the main dance floor. It was a cruisy area, and an area where guys would go who wanted to fool around without leaving the club. Viktor had sucked and been sucked off up there before. He wasn’t interested in that tonight… but it would be the best place to keep an eye on what was going on. He took a deep breath and pushed through the crowd. Michael: Midnight came. And went. Michael had tried to make eye contact with a couple really hot guys. Nothing. He might as well be sitting home alone. His cock was so hard it felt like it would break off. He couldn’t remember being so horny. HIs mind was filled with images of bending one of these hot guys over and burying his dick in them. But not a single one of them was looking his way. Scott was nearby talking to a guy that Michael recognised as David, one of the personal trainers at the local gym in Boystown. David was tall, muscular, lean… maybe just a bit overbuilt in the chest and arms for Michael’s taste, brown hair cut very short on the sides. They had flirted a bit but David was, like Michael, a top and it had never gone anywhere. Michael’s eyes settled on Scott. His buddy did have an amazing body. For the first time in years he considered crossing the line. What would it be like to get balls deep in Scott’s hole? No. He shouldn’t… he couldn’t… fuck Scott. But that ass was looking really inviting tonight. Greg and Tommy had returned from the dance floor. They were both drunk and the atmosphere was getting the best of them. Glen’s hands caressed Tommy’s perky ass and Tommy was cuddling up to his rough looking ex. There was little doubt that they would be going home together tonight. Wouldn’t be the first time, probably wouldn’t be the last. Of Viktor, there was no sign. Michael could only assume he had gone home with someone. Shit. He had no real interest in Viktor at this point but that hot hole would feel good wrapped around his dick right now. Hell, any hot hole would feel good. Michael’s eyes panned the crowd. Fuck. Not a single pair of eyes was so much as looking his direction. Then… eye contact! The man smiled and raised a glass in salute. Michael gave the barest of smiles back. The man stood and started walking closer. The man was handsome — but at the same time somehow nondescript. Definitely on the wrong side of 30…. possibly approaching 40. Even at this distance, Michael could see grey hair on the man’s temples. On a normal night, Michael wouldn’t have given him the time of day… but this was not a normal night. The guy did have a nice body.. and he was a hell of a lot hotter than the freak who had come up behind him earlier. Michael toyed with the idea. But no. Not with Scott, Greg, and Tommy nearby… not to mention David. There was no way he was letting his friends see him hook up with someone below his usual standards. He broke eye contact and looked back towards Scott. But Scott was otherwise occupied. His chest was pressed tight against David. The personal trainer’s tongue was probing into Scott’s mouth. And Scott certainly wasn’t protesting… his eyes were closed and he had “the look”. Michael had seen that look on a lot of bottoms - and plenty of so-called versatile guys like Scott. It was almost always there, although they tried to hide it. On a night like tonight - more than a few drinks, a club practically raining in sweat, testosterone, and sex - the look would come out. Michael could almost feel Scott’s hole twitch from here. Tommy wouldn’t be the only one getting fucked tonight. He looked back towards the man who had been approaching. Gone. Disappeared back into the crowd. Shit. Viktor: Viktor watched the scene from the balcony. Couldn’t anyone else see what he could see? The man who had stepped from shadows into a crowded bar. A man from whom light itself seemed to bend away. He had seen the stranger catch Michael’s eyes. He had seen the moment between them come. And go. He had seen the man take a single step back when Michael looked away. And then he had simply been gone. And no one had noticed. Other than Michael and himself, he wasn’t sure that anyone had seen the stranger. The lights above him flickered and the room seemed a little darker. A chill ran down his spine. Something was near. Behind him. He turned. Two men stood a few steps away, leaning again the wall, watching him. Two men. The stranger who came from and returned to shadows. And the sick man. The sounds of the club seemed to go quiet. The mass of men around him slowed. Then stopped. As if time itself stood still. As if someone had hit pause on a movie. “Viktor Lupei.” The stranger said. With everything stopped, frozen, around them he spoke in a quiet voice. “You know who I am?” “Y-yes.” Viktor’s mouth felt very dry. “My Nana called you Zburător.” “I am known by many names but that is an old one. Perhaps ‘Sebastian’ would sound better in this modern age.” He paused a gestured towards the sickly looking man. “And you know my companion don’t you.” “Yes. I recognised him earlier.” “Good.” Sebastian stepped up to the balcony and looked down at Michael, frozen in time like the rest of the club. “I have set things in motion per our bargain. Now let us agree on the payment.” Viktor nodded. A bead of sweat dripping down his back, making him shiver. “Three times I will exact a price. Once to seal the bargain. The second when he who treats you with contempt is at your mercy. And the third after a heart is broken beyond hope. Those are the terms. Do you accept?” “I accept.” Viktor replied with only a moments hesitation. “Very well.” Sebastian said, not turning away from the balcony. “My companion will claim the first payment, to seal our bargain, on my behalf.” Viktor turned to the sickly man. The grungy grey hair and beard. The pallid skin. The lesion, hard and brown, on his forearm. The swollen, flabby belly. The lips, dry and swollen, formed into a lecherous smile. The sunken eyes now looked at him the way a hawk looks at it’s prey. Viktor had no doubt the payment that was demanded. “But he is sick!” The sickly man laughed. “That’s right boy. I am sick. I have AIDS. A very resistant strain.” “And…” Sebastian interrupted, “he will give it to you. I will make sure it takes. That is the first price. This is your last chance to turn back. Do you want your vengeance or is your pride worth nothing?” Viktor’s heart was racing. He could feel the pounding in his ears. He was a model for Christ’s sake. He could have any man he wanted. Well… almost any man. Was revenge against one man worth this price? He looked down from the balcony to Michael. To that beautiful man. Who had used him, fucked him, then discarded him like nothing. Who had relegated him to a mere background player. “I… I…” Viktor stammered. He paused. Calmed his breathing. “I will pay the price.” The sickly man put a hand on a shoulder and guided him to a corner. His lips found Viktor’s mouth. His tongue parted Viktor’s lips and slipped inside. The rough beard scratched at the model’s face. His breath bitter and foul. Viktor wanted to gag. The hands sliding down the Romanian’s back and cupping his ass, fondling it, squeezing it. Their bodies pressed together. Viktor could feel the sickly man’s cock - very long, very thick, very hard - straining in the other man’s jeans. The sickly man pushed Viktor back slightly. Breaking their kiss. “Drop your pants.” “What… here?| “That’s right.” The sickly man whispered. “Right here. in public.” Viktor looked around. The crowd was still silent, unmoving, oblivious, frozen in time. He loosed his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Slid them down over his thighs. His uncut cock hung limp over his ball sack. “Turn around.” The sickly man ordered. “Oh yeah… that is a pretty ass, boy. I’m going to enjoy wrecking it.” A hard slap on Viktor’s butt brought a gasp. The sickly man chuckled then roughly pushed Viktor’s shoulders forward. Bending him over, raising his ass into position. The Romanian’s cheeks parted slightly, giving a tantalising glimpse of his hole. A finger poked at the opening. Impatient. Pushing inside. Sharp nails. Digging. Scratching. A second finger. A third. Finally the fingers slipped away. “Brace yourself against the wall. Keep that position until I tell you otherwise.” VIktor obeyed. The sickly man made a hacking sound in his throat and Viktor felt a gob of spit land on his hole. “That’s your lube.” Viktor felt the hard dick pressing against his hole. He took a deep breath, relaxing his body. His sphincter. The sickly man slammed forward without further warning. His big head ripping through Viktor’s puckered hole. A single unyielding thrust. Pushing half of his shaft inside the model’s body. Viktor screamed. He loved getting fucked. But not like this. Oh fuck! This hurt. The cock forced it’s way deeper. Inch by inch. Hard, merciless thrusts. Stretching the hole. Preparing it for its breeding. Balls deep. All the way out. Slamming all the way back inside. This was not making love. Or even sex. This was fucking. Raw primal fucking fuelled by hate and contempt. Viktor became aware of sounds. Music. Voices. Quiet at first but growing. Movement. The men around him stirring. Slow motion at first. But then more and more normally. Oh fuck! Everyone would see him! Sebastian stood next to him. A smile on his lips. Cruel. Mocking. Viktor dropped his head hiding his face. “Shit… look at that dude getting fucked!” He heard someone shout, as if over load music although the music still sounded faint and distant. “That guy looks sick. Is he wearing a condom?” “What a fucking slut.” “I know him! He’s a model… I took some headshots for him.“ And then the music was back to normal… too loud to hear the voices. A crowd was forming around them. Hands touching him. Fingers around his chin. Pulling his head up to see his face. Phones out around him. Snapping pictures. Recording videos. The crowd was surrounding them. Making sure security couldn’t see what was going on, couldn’t stop it. Some of the guys had pulled out their own dicks. Stroking as they watched his breeding. The thrusting in his ass was speeding up. The big cock in his hole swelling. The sick man’s hands on his hips. He couldn’t hear the man but he was sure the man was grunting. Swearing. And then he felt it. He felt the dick in his ass spasm. Erupt. Flood his ass. With cum. With toxic cum. It filled his hole. The cock in his hole still hard. Still moving. Not done. Thrusting again now. Faster. Cum dripped from Viktor’s hole, dripping down his legs. The sickly man was no more patient the second time. The thrusting, if anything, more insistent. Pushing that toxic seed deeper. Working it into the Viktor’s ass. Into the cuts from the fingers and the tears from the first brutal fuck. Viktor’s hole on fire. Like all the skin inside his chute had been ripped off. Pain radiating up his spine. Despite himself, the Romanian’s cock had grown hard. Throbbing as it bounced between his thighs. He wanted to stroke himself but had to keep both hands on the wall to keep himself supported. His body tightening. Clenching. His fingers clawing at the wall… …And then his cock convulsed. A wave of pleasure cutting across the pain. Mingling with it. Cum flying from his cock as it bounced. Slimy cum everywhere. The convulsing model’s body was too much for the sickly man. His fingers dug into Viktor’s hips as if trying to break them. His cock again swelling. Erupting. Flooding. Seeding. Breeding. The thrusting slowed. Stopped. The gaunt body sank onto Viktor’s back, holding him in place. Sweat dripped from the pale, wasted chest. Quickly coating Viktor’s back. The smell of the man filling Viktor’s senses. Viktor felt fingernails caressing his butt, drawing lines up onto his back and spine. He turned around. Zburător - Sebastian he corrected himself - stood at his side staring intently. Staring as if he could see through VIktor’s aching body. As if watching something happening inside. Or guiding it. Then Sebastian smiled triumphantly. He spoke in Viktor’s ear. He didn't shout or raise his voice but it carried even over the loud noise of the club. “It is done. His virus has entered your blood. Even now it is taking hold, infecting it’s first cells, changing them to produce replicas of itself. The first payment has been made. It is begun, but now I have other business to attend to.” Then he was gone. The sickly man’s cock softened and slid away. Viktor felt cum dripping from his well used hole. The sickly man gave him a final glance. The face so familiar and yet so alien. Cold. Humourless. Triumphant. And then he disappeared into the crowd. Viktor stood. Pulling his jeans up and fastening them. They were damp from dripping cum and blood. He tried not to look at the crowd around him. All watching him. Their eyes full of contempt and pity. If he could have done so, Viktor would have wept. But instead he felt nothing. Numb. Emotionless. Empty.

Part 1: A Seance for Halloween Viktor: “Oh come on. What are you two afraid of?” Viktor laughed. Scott was scowling but Viktor found the expression almost comical on that pretty face. But he looked to Michael for a decision. He always did. Scott’s dark hair was arrayed playfully above his seductive blue-grey eyes. His square jaw covered with stubble that was always just over a one day growth… but never a beard. Tonight he wore a grey t-shirt with a couple buttons at the collar. Buttons that had been carefully left unfastened allowing a tantalising glimpse of his muscular chest. Yes. Scott was a handsome man… strange then that he had set himself firmly in Michael Christian’s orbit. To be near Michael was to be in his shadow. His entourage. Looking at Michael your eyes never knew where to land. His blond hair cascading over his forehead led you to his eyes. Blue eyes. Blue like a clear sky just before dusk. Smooth kissable lips. Cheekbones you would swear you could swing from and an angular jaw that guided your eyes down to his chest. His body relentless perfection. Tall, strong, tanned, toned. But no one part overpowering the rest. Everything in balance. He was 28 years old but was often mistaken for younger. And his cock. Oh fuck yes! His cock. Michael had a truly impressive member. 10 inches, uncut, and thick. A cock that Michael, a total top who wouldn’t even suck a dick, enjoyed using and using often. Michael had fucked every beautiful man who had measured up to his high standards. Except Scott of course. Viktor liked to tease Scott about it. How big the cock was. How great it felt inside his ass. Not that Viktor had felt it in awhile. Viktor had given himself completely to Michael. And Michael had used him until he grew bored then moved on. And that, perhaps, was what had led to this night. Michael sighed. “Fine. Whatever.” “Excellent. It is Halloween. We must have seance!” Viktor’s Romanian accent was strong, off putting to some, but he liked how it set him apart. It had brought him some resentment and persecution from time to time… but it made him exotic to others. He even played it up when it suited him. Like now. He lit the three candles he had waiting on his small round coffee table. He had made the candles himself. Just the way he had been taught. While he was lighting the candles he carefully pricked his finger on the sewing needle he had tucked under one of the candles. He made sure he stood in a way that the other two men could not see what he was doing and dropped a single drop of blood into the flame on each candle. Nana had always said that black magic need blood to target properly. A precise process to obtain the precise result he wanted. He turned of the lights; the room fell dark except for the three candles. He gestured for Michael and Scott to join him on the floor. The three men each sat facing each other around the small coffee table with the three candles in the middle. “We must to hold hands.” Viktor said. Scott: Scott sighed. He really didn’t want to hold Viktor’s hand but took it. Best just to get this over with. It was Halloween and Scott just wanted to get to the club: a club where friends were waiting and - more importantly - a club that was surely already pulsing with sweaty muscular men grinding away with each other under the influence of massive amounts of alcohol. No one would be wearing costumes, it wasn’t that kind of club. In fact, the guys would be wearing as little as possible. Scott had never liked Viktor. But then, to be fair, he never liked any of Michael’s tricks. Viktor had caught Michael’s eye in a club six months ago and Michael had fucked him a few times. That should have been the end of it… but Viktor had somehow managed to worm his way into their small group of friends despite Scott’s best efforts. ‘The trick that won’t go away’ as Scott called him. It wasn’t that Viktor was ugly. Far from it. You didn’t get attention from Michael Christian by being ugly. A model, Viktor had the lean build of a swimmer. His hair was just long enough to be unruly without being truly unkempt. His lips full and wide. His face smooth — perhaps a touch androgynous — the small scattering of moles on his left cheek only emphasised the allure. He carried himself in such a way that, when you first met him, you might think him naive. Until you looked in his eyes. Viktor’s eyes were not quite amber, not quite brown. But were piercing, cold, and calculating. There was nothing innocent in those eyes. Scott had thought about his reaction to Viktor. No. It wasn’t his looks. Scott didn’t like Viktor because he guarded their little circle of friends jealously. Or, truth be told, he guarded Michael jealously. Viktor had latched on to Michael but for Michael it had only been sex. After the novelty wore off, he had grown bored. He had long since moved on in the seemingly endless succession of beautiful men who tumbled into his bed. Not that Scott had ever been one of those men. He and Michael had never “hooked up”. Michael always said he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. The only glimpse of Michael’s infamous cock was sneaking glances in the showers at the gym. Michael: Michael hid a smile and watched Scott take Viktor’s hand reluctantly. Part of the reason he let Viktor hang around was to watch him annoy Scott. Michael liked Scott. He was a great guy and probably his best friend… but it was so fun to watch Scott get frustrated. He knew that Scott wanted him, idealised him. Yet he had always resisted. Sure, Scott was a hot piece of ass. But a hot piece of ass that wouldn’t want to be just a one night stand. Michael really did value Scott’s friendship but he didn’t love him. He would never be able to give Scott what he really wanted. Fucking him would kill their friendship. So he kept his friend close. But always at arm’s distance. Viktor had closed his eyes and was chanting. “Spirits of the underworld. Hear my voice. …” He continued on and on but Michael wasn’t really paying too much attention. Nothing was happening, of course. This kind of thing was just a bunch of superstition. A collection of old wives tales and fairy tales used to keep children in line. Michael had thought it might be fun (after all, it was Halloween) but he was starting to regret his decision. After a few minutes, Viktor opened his eyes. “I think is better if I do in Romanian. I can do just like my Nana taught me.” He didn’t wait for a reply. He simply closed his eyes and resumed his chanting, this time in Romanian. Michael listed to the unknown language rolling off Viktor’s tongue and wondered absently what he was saying. Viktor: Viktor began the ceremony for real now. This was, of course, not a mere seance. But he had no intention for the other two men to know that. Despite having spent so much time with his Nana, watching her and learning the old ways, he was nervous. He had never done anything like what he was about to do. He wasn’t sure Nana would have approved. ”Spiritele din lumea interlopa, auzi glasul meu. Deschis de văl între lumi, alaturi de noi aici.” (Spirits of the underworld, hear my voice. Open the veil between worlds, join us here.) “Deschideţi porţile iadului. Trimite-mi care zboara, cunoscut ca Zburător.” (Open the gates of hell. Send me He Who Flies, known as Zburător.) He continued for several minutes, rambling on. Nothing was happening. He was sure he was doing this right…. what was wrong? Michael: Michael shivered. The room had gradually grown darker, colder. Odd. He hadn’t seen Viktor turn down the heat. He was feeling a little light headed. He wondered if Viktor had put some sort of drug in the candles that they were breathing in as the candles burned. He wouldn’t put it past the dumbass. He wondered again what Viktor was droning on about. This had long since lost its appeal. Viktor: Viktor’s voice raised slightly. He was pleading now. He knew he was out of his depth but this had to work… he had studied and prepared for this night for so long. “Da-mi un semn ca esti aici.” (Give me a sign that you are here.) He felt something and his breath caught in his chest. He had been touched between the shoulder blades by a finger. A finger as cold as ice. Oh fuck. It had worked. He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or terrified. Both. “Am fost nedreptățit. Acest om mi- a folosit și aruncat pe mine deoparte.” (I have been wronged. This man has used me and then thrown me aside.) He tilted his head slightly, almost imperceptibly, to Michael. “Ajutoare mă în obținerea răzbunare mea. Luați departe ceea ce el comori mai presus de toate: Predominanța. Vointa. Rezolva.” (Aid me in my revenge. Take away what he treasures over all: Dominance. Will. Resolve.) “Celălalt mă tratează cu dispreț. La departe ura lui și înlocuiți-l cu pofta. Dă -mi-l. Pentru a satisface dorințele mele.” (The other treats me with contempt. Take his hatred and replace it with lust. Give him to me. To satisfy my desires.) He nodded slightly towards Scott. “Știu că există un cost. Voi plăti costul de bunăvoie. Vei face cum am întrebat? Dă-mi un semn.” (I know there is a cost. I will pay it willingly. Will you do as I have asked? Give me a sign.) Viktor felt the icy touch on his back move. It slowly traced down his spine coming to rest just above his buttocks. He felt cold air on his ear, cold like death. A whisper so quiet no one else could hear. “Este dat.” (It is given.) Viktor smiled. “Contractul a fost făcut.” (The contract is made.) Scott: Scott was trying not to cough. The smoke from these candles was getting to him. Making his throat burn. Viktor’s eyes were still closed but he said, in english. “Repeat after me….The contract is made.” Contract? What contract? Scott looked to Michael but his friend just shrugged. Eager to end this nonsense, however, they repeated the phrase. “The contract is made.” Scott could see that Michael was out of patience. Excellent. He would put a fast stop to this now and they could get to the club. “Ok… we go to club now.” Viktor smiled and was already standing up. Scott stood up. “Wait. That was it? What a fucking waste of time.” Viktor just smiled. “Time will tell. Time will tell.”

I’d been blowing clouds with a daddy I would hook up with. He would have me come over and there would be a pipe loaded and ready for me when I arrived. “Sit, hit this until you finish it.” He’d say. And for the next twenty to thirty minutes I’d watch porn as I hit the pipe. When I was done, he’d fill it again. “Ok, lemme know when this is done.” And so I’d continue. By the time I was done I’d be flying and he’d be ready. He’d fill it again, move to the bed and take his clothes off. “Get between my legs and suck my meat, boy.” He nonchalantly order. And I’d take my clothes off, leaving on my jock, and I’d begin to suck he thick daddy dick. He was southern, white trashy / redneck sort of guy. Nice enough, with a great cock between his legs. I’d suck his dick for hours, and he’d feed me the pipe. He loved getting me higher and higher and having my spun mouth work over his dick. At some point in the night, after hours of me nursing his meat, he’d tell me to grease up my hole, turn around and sit down on his dick. And I would gladly oblige. One night, about midway into the session he received a text. And then sent another, and received another. “Hey, I need to go get some more shit. I have a friend staying in the other room. You are going to entertain him until I get back. Go over, knock on the door and he’ll let you in. When I get back, you can continue. Without hesitating I stood up and walked out of the room. I knocked on the door, it slid open, dark except the glow of a cell phone on a nightstand. And I walked in. A figure, taller than me, muscular, quietly said “Hey there.” and shut the door behind me. I moved toward the bed and he followed. He was naked and hard. “Is your hole open yet?” He asked. “Haven’t been fucked today yet” I responded. He reached over and lubed up his finger. “Lay down.” He told me. I laid on the bed and he guided my legs in the air. Lubing my ass and pushing in with his finger. “Not too tight. Good.” He pushed me further back and climbed on top of me. He handed me a bottle of poppers. “Hit these deep a few times, let me know when you are done with them.” He said. I hit them deep and hard, and immediately my skin and head buzzed and I felt light as a feather. I could feel him lubing up my hole more, and then he pushed my legs all the way back by my ears and placed a pillow under my ass. Then I felt his cock head on my hole and it pressed in. My hole was eager and I just wanted it to be filled with something big and thick. I still couldn’t make out his face really, but his body was firm, long and muscular. His dick with thick and just long enough. He slid all the way in. And I started to move a little for position. He grabbed my neck and said, “Do not move. Your job is to lay there, silently and take it. You move and I stop. You make a sound and I stop. If you need poppers, just tough your nose. Otherwise don’t move. Got it?” I was so turned on. “Yes.” I quietly responded. “Good. You are a bottom. My whore. Just a hole. And I want to get off. So shut up.” And he proceeded to fuck me deep and hard. I didn’t dare move. He handed me the poppers and and I inhaled deeply. About twenty minutes later he blew his load into my hole. It was still completely dark, I still hadn’t seen his face really. And when he was done shooting his load he pulled out. “Thanks. I think our bud is back.” And he walked to the door, slid it open while staying in the dark and ushered me into the hall. I went back to the daddy’s room. He was laying in the bed, porn on, dick out, pipe loaded. I went right back to sucking his meat. “How was my friend?” He asked. “Great.” I mumbled as I worked his cock with my mouth. “You just made me $40.” He said. “Daddy’s little whore.” My dick got rock hard. And I sucked him until he came. He fell asleep almost as soon as he came, and I quietly dressed and slipped out into the pre-dawn cool air of the street. I wasn’t nearly done. So I drove to a local sex club, parked and went in. This place was a sleazy hole, no private rooms, just lockers. And it had a few slings, some glory holes and a second level lofted with various spots to fuck and suck. I stripped down to my jock and sneakers, locked my locker, grabbed a cigarette and ran to the little smoking room towards the back. It was fairly quiet, no one doing anything, a guy was on the computers scrolling through profiles online, and another guy was already in the smoking room. Wearing jeans, a leather harness, and boots. He was smoking a cigarette. I sat down, he offered me a light. A few mins in, he pulled a pipe from his jeans and torched the bowl, and blew a big cloud. He offered me a hit, and I took it. We started chatting. He asked about my night, and without sparing much detail I told him what had happened so far. He smiled. “Woof!” He snarled. “Want to get fucked more?” He asked. And I nodded. He stood, pulled out a bag, and then found a small but nice size rock. “Bend over bud, lets get this deep in there.” And I turned around showed him my ass, and he pushed the rock deep inside. I turned around and sat back down. He pulled out his phone and started typing. “I have a few buddies who might be close by who would love a go on your ass. Let’s see what we can get going.” And he hit send on his phone. “Ok, go get that hole in a sling. I’ll be right there.” I walked out of the room and found a sling I liked toward the front. I slid up into it, and noticed a few more guys had come into the club. One big bear, younger, and fully clothed. An older guy, about 65, tall, lanky, with his dick hanging out of his jeans and a leather vest. And a third guy, about 40, long hair, long beard, kinda looked dirty and homeless. The all took note of the me hopping into the sling. My friend from the smoking room came out and handed me his poppers. “They are heading over now.” He said. I hit the poppers and he stuck a finger in my ass. The other three circled closer to the sling. He looked up and said to the dirty looking one, “Want his ass?” And with that he gave me to the dude. I never saw his dick, but felt it go in. He pushed all the way deep, and it felt amazing. My new smoking friend moved toward my head, gave me a hit of poppers. Looked quickly around, pulled out his pipe and lit if for me and I inhaled deep as the homeless guy plowed into my ass. “Your hole is mine tonight, and I’m going to keep it full.” My new buddy announced. As soon as the homeless guy blew his load in my hole, he motioned for the lanky older guy to take his place. This guy had been quiet so far watching, but as soon as his dick entered my ass it nearly doubled in size and he tore into my hole hard. It hurt from time to time, and my bud would make sure the poppers were at the ready. This went on for at least a half hour, and I noticed a few others had joined us. The old man finally busted his nut and pulled out. He leaned in and whispered to me “I love a good fucking whore. what locker is yours, I’ll slip me number into it. Call me as soon as you are done with here tonight, and I’ll keep you busy later.” I gave him my locker number and off he went. “My friends are here.” My smoking bud said with a smile, handing me the poppers again. “I also had them text their friends.” And before I had finished the hit of poppers, another dick was in my ass.

Well, it was time to visit Grandpa. That was until I discovered all these hot bareback sex sites on the 'net and found that while it made me sick, it also made me hard. I started reading all the stories I could find and would go on icq and chatrooms and get off on the heady world of barebacking. After months of this, it dawned on me that I really wanted to do it. I wanted to be pozzed, even if I was only 18. And better yet, I didn't have to look very hard to find a guy to poz me, it could be a family affair. Yeah, you guessed it. I want my Grandpa to do the honors and breed my teenage ass. So, one Saturday I caught the bus out to the hospice, which was located just over the City line, and was run by Jerry, a very nice man, and his partner, Trevor, both of whom were in their twenties. Jerry and Trevor oversaw the hospice and on this occasion there were about twenty men staying there, all of whom had AIDS. I had been here several times before, but generally had found the place depressing, perhaps because I had never taken the time to appreciate the finer beauty of the disease. Instead, on earlier trips I had focused on the smell of death which pervaded the hospice, and, to be honest, I found it difficult to watch my Grandpa waste away. He had been a vital and fit man who lived life to the fullest, but at this point his very body was rotting from within, his muscles had wasted, although he still looked fairly good, I suppose, as his body was still lean and tight. I also distinctly remember my grandfather generally seemed happy, even if he was dying. Upon arriving I chatted with Jerry, and he remarked how happy he was to see me again, and continued saying my grandfather often spoke of eagerly of my visits, telling all his friends that I was a fine and good-looking young man. I blushed at hearing his description, only to have Jerry look me up and down and confirm the truth of my grandfather's compliment. I looked at him, and wondered if I should read a message in Jerry's remark, but Jerry simply smiled and mentioned it had been awhile since there was someone really fit and healthy in the hospice, and in the course of his remarks, casually let it slip that both he and Trevor were also infected. I looked at him somewhat incredulous, but couldn't deny to myself that my dick was bulging in my shorts at the very thought. Jerry offered me a chair and chatted for several minutes, mentioning he had been pozzed several years earlier, and that he was one of those men who hated condoms and so one night he simply decided to stop using them. The rest, as they say, was history. I asked about Trevor, and Jerry said he had, in all likelihood, infected Trevor. Encouraged by his openness, I asked all sorts of questions, thinking to myself that I felt almost as if my cock was about to shoot. It was all too much. Jerry told me that infecting Trevor hadn't hurt their relationship, as Trevor wanted to convert, taking the view that as he was young and sexually active, it was only a matter of time before he became infected anyway, so it made sense to be converted by someone he loved? I remarked that Trevor's view made sense. After a few minutes Jerry commented that I seem very interested in raw sex. I responded "Yeah, I'm into it, well, I wanna be into it. I've been reading a lot of stories off the 'net and chatting to poz guys around the world." Jerry asked how I would summarize my thoughts, and I replied "Well, it freaks me out, but I can't stop thinking about it and my best jack-off fantasies are thinking about some guy fucking me raw and infecting me." Jerry smiled, and remarked "I can see you're into it, if only 'cause you're rock hard." I blushed when I realized my excitement had resulted in a full hard-on that was tenting my shorts. I look over at Jerry and he laughed as I was bright red, but he told me there was no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed, as it was a natural reaction. He went on, remarking that hot bareback sex was hot, and that when I was ready I'd make the right decision. I considered telling him the reason for my visit, but decided to hold off, as I was worried about how he might react. Then after some more conversation, in which he told me some stories involving his hottest bareback encounters, he suggested I must be anxious to see my Grandpa. I replied that I was, and with that he led me to my Grandfather's room. It was time to visit Grandpa. "Grandpa?" Standing at his door, I knocked and waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear a reply, so I cautiously opened the door and peered in. Empty. Grandpa wasn't there, but I decided to wait his room for him. I made myself comfortable on his bed and, looking around, I saw his night table was littered with bottles of poppers and some porn magazines. The magazines all had a common thread: youngish guys being fucked raw by older men, some of whom were old enough to be my grandfather. I flipped through the pages and felt my cock bulging again, so I picked-up the poppers, unscrewed the lid and took several deep sniffs, thinking to myself, 'Oh fuck, this is good stuff'. The sensation was overwhelming and, as I felt my heartbeat quicken, I also felt the rush overcome me and I felt the need for cock as I salivated while looking at the photos. It was too much. I needed to beat my cock, so I pulled off my shorts and sat there on my Grandpa's bed, jacking my cock while taking repeated sniffs from the brown bottles, sampling each different brand. Rush. Jungle juice. Pig sweat. Mmmmm! I spat on my fingers and work some saliva into my hole, jacking my cock vigorously. It felt great and I longed to be one of those young guys in the fuckrags taking cock from an older man cock into my ass and throat. I wanted to be a whore for men. I got up on the bed and bent over, working a finger into my ass. In so doing, I accidentally dropped the bottle of poppers and in reaching down to pick it up, I noticed a crusty looking vibrator gleaming under the bed. Perfect! Seeing that Grandpa wasn't available, his vibrator would be the next best thing. I took a few more hits from the poppers and greedily wrapped my lips around the crusty vibrator, coating it with my spit. Then, lapping the foul tasting juices off it, I took it down my throat. getting it nice and sticky with my teenage spit. I then take another sniff from the poppers and after sucking on the vibrator a bit more work it slowly into my hole, feeling it push at my virgin ass and thrust inside my cherry. God it felt good. I thrust the vibrator slowly into my hole and moaned as I felt my ass twitching in response to the penetration and longing to feel a real cock in my ass. God, I still can't believe what I did. Here I was, on my Grandpa's bed and fucking myself with his vibrator. But as my ass slowly opened up and adjusted to the vibrator, I stopped thinking where I was, or with what I was fucking myself. I needed to be fucked. So I thrust the vibrator in harder, took a few deep huffs from the bottle of poppers, and fucked myself even harder. And then it happened. I felt my balls tense-up and my ass sucked in the vibrator a little bit more, my balls drew up and my body spasmed as I sprayed my cum on the bed sheets. My load sprayed out of my cock which was twitching wildly, shooting load after load of seed over the bed sheets, drenching a poz man's bed with my neg load. After cleaning up a little and pulling my shorts back on, I looked around the room further and came across a photo album which was filled with hundreds of photos, some of which showed my Grandpa as a young man of my age, and even more surprisingly, it included photos of my Grandpa at close to his current age, having sex with guys of all ages. I flipped through the album, and examined each photo carefully, noticing that some of the photos had a caption, including remarks like 'Bred this one' and 'Didn't want it, but changed his mind with a dose of X'. My god! The album was a virtual treasure trove of some of my Grandpa's sexual exploits. After settling back on the bed I flipped through the pages and felt myself getting hard again. Looking at the photos of one young guy being fucked, I couldn't help but feel the need to beat off and dream about how hot it was to look at photographs of my Grandpa fucking his poz cock into the boy, making the guy his poz bitch. Man. Talk about a trip. And then it dawned on me: my Grandpa was a breeder! My god. The realization was enough to make me wanna shoot, but I somehow held off and keep looking at the photos while my dick leaked precum over my stomach. As I sat there looking at the photos I couldn't believe what I was seeing, and further it almost seemed as if the room was crashing in on me. I wanted to be bred at a hospice filled with men with full-blown AIDS. Seeing the numerous fuck rags and bottles of poppers in my Grandpa's room. And just where is Grandpa? Shouldn't he be here? I assumed Jerry had understood my Grandfather was in his room, but obviously he must have been mistaken. Just then I saw the door slowly open. "Grandpa!" "Adam? God, boy, it's good to see you!" We hugged and I felt a bit embarrassed that I was still hard and hoped he didn't notice. "Its great to have you here boy. I've missed you." And with that he noticed the open photo album on the bed and commented "Ah, I see you've discovered some of my secrets." "Yeah. I didn't mean to pry. It was just that once I started looking at the photographs I couldn't help seeing more." "No need for explanations, boy. Judging from that nice cock that I see you're packing, it's obvious you enjoyed what you saw." Fuck. He noticed. I stood there blushing and imagining the bright shade of crimson I was turning, but Grandpa just laughed and hugged me again and patted my crotch. Then he invited me to sit on the bed and we had a long man to man talk. Since he knew I was aware of at least some of his 'secrets', my Grandfather was quite free in his remarks, and there was no ice between us. I told him of my reasons behind wanting to visit and he expressed some surprise that I wanted him to breed me. He wasn't shocked that I want to be bred, no, he understood that all too well. He knew what a fucking turn on it was to take poz cum - as well as to give it. I asked him what it was like for him to shoot his poz cum into all the guys whose photographs I had seen in the photo album, and he replied "It was fantastic. Shooting poz cum into a neg body is an amazing turn-on, knowing that once his raw cock was inside the guy's ass, that it would be up to him as to whether he filled the guy's hole with poz seed, admitting "Sure, some guys didn't want it, but that just made me even more determined to give it to them." I smiled and asked how he became a breeder, and Grandpa replied "It was a natural extension of taking and giving loads. Many years ago, when I was neg, I would go out to baths when Grandma was home baking or off shopping with friends, and while I loved your Grandma, Adam, it wasn't enough. Sometimes a man needs more than a woman can provide. And so it was with me and your grandmother. I loved her deeply but found the sex I was getting at the baths was much better than anything she was providing back home." When I asked him when he sero-coverted, Grandpa gave a hearty laugh and slapped me on the back, remarking "My, you sure are well-educated, aren't you?" adding "Honestly, I don't know when I converted - I fucked around with many, many men, so it could have been virtually anyone." I then gulped and asked him if it made fucking Grandma difficult, knowing he was out fucking unsafely with other men and then doing her. He just smiled back at me and answered "Not at all, Adam," giving me a sleazy leer. I was shocked, and in my mind, begin questioning the circumstances that led to my Grandma's death. She was sick rather suddenly and was sick for a long time before she died. My god. Did my Grandpa breed my Grandma? I slumped back against the wall and looked at my grandfather in a whole new light. Grandpa noticed the shocked expression on my face, and asked "You alright, Adam?" "Yes," I replied, adding "It's just that I can't help wondering if you infected Grandma." Grandpa laughed and replied "Maybe I did, but she's dead now, and besides, you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs, Adam." He then laughed and I couldn't help but, in some way, admire his confidence: infecting and bugging up others and not giving a shit what happened. Just looking out for himself. Grandpa then looked at me affectionately and complemented me, saying how wholesome I look, and adding that it had been a long time since he had seen such a hot, healthy boy in the hospice. I asked him how life was in the hospice, and he answered it was really good, that sometimes the guys had bareback orgies and occasionally a boy will come into the hospice, the grandson of one of the other men who stay here, and that he will suck off several men, as other men fuck his neg ass and poz him up. Grandpa mentioned that even Jerry and Trevor occasionally got in on the action. I replied "That's pretty hot shit, Grandpa, and I love bareback" and with that our conversation moved onto my experiences. I told Grandpa that, for many years, I had had fantasies of men barebacking my neg raw ass, but only after seeing some of the bareback sites on the 'net was I was finally able to express verbally what I wanted, that when I saw the pictures and stories on the 'net part of me would feel sick, but I would also feel a sexual flush: I'd sweat, retch and feel nauseous, but my cock would be bulging in my jocks and straining for a marathon jack-off session. Seeing he was turned-on by the thought, I continued, saying that sometimes during class I would excuse myself 'cause I found myself looking at my hairy teacher in mathematics, and found myself thinking about him creaming in my young hole. Fucking me up and dominating my body. Afterwards I'd walk around the campus and see some of the other students and think how hot it would be to take all their loads, and I'd start jacking, thinking about some older men with HIV, fucking their poz cocks into my hole and changing my status, pumping their seed deep into my body and converting me whether or not I wanted it. Grandpa replied my fantasies were hot, but he pushed me for specific experiences I had had. I returned his gaze, and blushed, saying that when it came to actual encounters with guys, my experiences were few, and that beyond sucking a few cocks, and having had a few guys come on my face and chest, that I hadn't any stories to offer. Grandpa laughed, saying "That's nonsense. Looking at you, it's clear you have many things to offer, and all you need is a guide, an instructor, if you will. Someone to coach you about sex." I returned his gaze and asked "Will you help me, Grandpa?" Again he laughed, replying "Of course, Adam, I'll help you, boy!" and with that he gave me a rather wicked leer, adding "And now it is time for your training to begin, Adam, so follow me out to the patio. There are a few people I want you to meet." Grandpa led out to the back were a group of older men were sunning themselves. Some wore jocks, while others were fully nude. I noticed one man smiling broadly at me. He was a black man who appeared to be in his 40s. While I couldn't help but stare at his emaciated body, I also couldn't help but stare at the bulging nine inch black snake hanging between his legs. It was massive and I could already feel my ass twitching. Following my gaze, Grandpa quietly remarked "That's Frank" and introduced me to the group. Although apparently some of the residents of the hospice had gone out on a day trip with Trevor, over a dozen men were present on the patio. All were very friendly, and all but one was old enough to be my father or... grandfather. The youngish guy was in his 20's, and I eventually learned he had the supervirus strain, and had been infected when he was 17. After he continued fucking around for a number of years, he found he was getting sicker by the day and hence, he was admitted to the hospice. I looked over the young guy and although wasting, he still had a prettyboy look about himself, even if his face and body were obviously being ravaged by the virus. He commented that if I wanted it, he could help me out, and his strain would help me get over being so nervous about HIV. I just smiled and replied, "Thanks, but no thanks." As we chatted, I noticed Frank looking on appreciatively as he slid his fingers over his enormously long and thick black cock, which had a glob of pre-cum oozing from the head. He smiled and winked at me. I quickly turn away, embarrassed by his blatant invitation. Grandpa looked on, laughed and suggested I make myself comfortable, adding that he needed to go out briefly, but that he'd be back soon. With that Grandpa asked his friends to look after me, and he left the patio. With Grandpa's departure, I felt a bit edgy, but the men were all very nice and accommodating. If fact, several of them were clearly sizing me up, and Frank continued stroking his ever-growing black cock while he looked intently at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of Frank, and not surprisingly kept imagining the different ways I might enjoy his cock. It was just so big and fat. I wanted to kneel there and tongue the fucking pre-cum off it, running my tongue up and down the gooey shaft and lapping at his balls and letting him push me around. Being a black man's toy. The idea appealed to me enormously, particularly given that I had had limited to so few actual encounters with men, and then, never an interracial encounter. And I knew Frank wanted to play with me: I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to fuck his big cock into me and give me his poz cum. Fuck, I bet he had pozzed hundreds, maybe thousands, in his lifetime. Given the appeal of big cock, he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to swing on it. These thoughts ran through my head and naturally I was horny, so I asked where the toilet was, and upon learning it's location, I took leave of the guys. I needed some relief fast: I needed both to piss and beat off. Hurrying to the toilet, I entered the stall and shut the door. Inside I found some fuckrags on the floor, as well as a half-empty bottle of poppers. I took a few deep hits of the poppers and enjoyed the sensation. Of course I had read about them off the 'net but prior to this visit to Grandpa's hospice, I had never tried them, as it had occurred to me the use of poppers is one of the reasons bareback sex is so rampant: guys get all fucked up on substances, lose their inhibitions and do what they really want. But then who gives a shit about analyzing this fuck when the hit takes hold and you get that rush and euphoric sensation coursing through your body? I sat on the toilet, stroking my cock, as I looked through the magazines, taking an occasional additional hit from the little brown bottle. Fuck I was so horny, and wished Grandpa was with me right then and there. I knew I could really use some cock. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I didn't reply, but continued beating off, but then there was another knock. "Occupied" I answered, adding "I'll just be a few minutes," but then the door opened and standing in the doorway was Frank, his cock hanging out, swaying back and forth, pre-cum drooling from the tip. "Oh, I think you'll be in here for some time, Adam" and with that he pushed himself into the toilet. I stared back dumbly at Frank and tried to gauge his smile. I told him I was a bit embarrassed, that I was just sitting there minding my own business, but Frank answered he was having none of that, that he could clearly see what I had been doing, that is, I had been beating my cock while looking to fuckrags, even as I was loaded up on poppers! I replied it wasn't a crime, but undeterred, Frank answered he wasn't accusing me, suggesting that I could use some company. I answered I didn't think that was such a good idea and he gave me an ultimatum: "Tell me that while you're high on poppers, boy!" I retorted I didn't have to do anything, but he replied that if I didn't comply with his orders, he would simply rape my ass and take what he wanted. I looked back at him and knew he meant business, so I did what he said. I unscrewed the lid of the brown bottle and took a deep sniff. "Ahhh that's it kid, take some deep snorts, you know you want to." I took three hits under each nostril and tried to remain steady on my feet as I looked back at Frank, but couldn't think of anything relevant to say. I just looked at him and felt saliva forming on my lips and tongue and realized I was beginning to drool. Frank just looked at me and instructed me to sit on the seat and to feed on his cock. I obeyed. Everything seemed to be moving simultaneously both quickly and slowly, that it wasn't really happening, that I wasn't sitting on a toilet seat and being stripped by a black man at an AIDS hospice and sucking his poz cock, sucking it for all I was worth, running my tongue and lips up and down his pole, and letting him fuck the head of his cock down my throat. God, the sensation was overwhelming. It was better than anything I'd read off the 'net, if only 'cause I wasn't imagining the experience, I was living it: I was having sex with a poz man! *** Frank continued fucking his cock in and out of my stretched mouth. My lips felt like they splitting open at the corners as I struggled to deep-throat the fucker. It went on steadily for some time till Frank announced he was going to fuck his entire nine inch cock down my throat, and he suggested I tell him when I was ready. I was psyched for the challenge but realized I needed more help, so I unscrewed the poppers again and took several sniffs under each nostril and then looked up and him and he asked me "Ready, boy?" I looked back at him and nodded, but he hit me in the face, grabbed a fist full of my hair and tells me to ordered me to tell him when I was fucking ready, not merely to just fucking nod! "I'm ready, Sir!" I grab the cock and put my mouth on it but Frank tells me to wait. That he wants to feed his Poz cock to me. So I sit on the seat beating my cock while looking up at him and he tells me to just put my lips on the end of it and to tell him when i'm ready. I feel a bit uncertain so sniff more poppers to help me loosen up and put my lips on the end of his cock as ordered and say with a mumbled voice "i'm ready" and wait for Frank to start. He simply looks back at me and states "you're a fucking hot pussyboy adam... and soon, you're going to be even hotter" i wonder what he means for a second or two and as the realization hits (along with the popper-induced effect) Frank begins thrusting his fat Poz black cock through my lips and struggle as it quickly fills my throat and i began gagging. "Loosen your throat boy. Pretend you're swallowing some water" i take his advice and slowly feel my throat relaxing to the ever-probing cock in my throat and am soon deep throating it like a pro. Sucking Poz cock like I have been doing it all my life. The sensations are incredible. I greedily thrust my lips back and forth on his Poz cock eager for his seed and soon have my lips, tongue and the rest of my face covered in pre-cum and saliva. Frank just smiles and continues fucking my face. ... after what seems an eternity, Frank tells me i'm ready and tells me to bend over. I don't object. I want cock in my ass now. I feel Frank kneeling behind me and pressing his tongue into my quivering hole and greasing me up with his spit. Feeling his tongue work its way over my hole and into my ass its too much and I feel like i'm gonna cum, but Frank sensing this, tells me to stop beating my cock and to just fuck my ass on his face and I do so. Fucking my neg boy asshole on his AIDS ridden gaunt-laden face. Wondering if he has sores on his tongue and is fucking them into my body? Frank stands back up and tells me to take a good snort of poppers as he's gonna fuck my hole good and I comply. Resistance is futile! And then it happens; I feel Frank pushing his Poz cock up into my ass and realize i'am now like one of the boys that that guy zach writes about on the net. The realization is overwhelming and I feel my cock stiffen further as i feel my ass swallowing up the long black cock thrusting ever upward into me. God I don't know what to think? Just a few days ago I was a normal teen sitting at home reading stories off the net and now here i'am living my own story and being fucked by a Poz cock – at an AIDS hospice. Talk about living fast! But somehow none of that really registers or matters to me now. All that matters is that Poz cock thrusting away in my ass and giving my body to Frank and as I feel him wrap his arms around me and pull me backward, I hear him say to me that he's gonna Poz me up. And just then as i hear the words I start to struggle. I don't want this man's load. I want my Grandpa's!!! He was the whole reason I came to the hospice in the first place. But now i'm a mess of confusion. God I don't know what to think. Does any of it really matter in the end? Do I care who Pozzes my neg hole? I just don't know... As I feel Frank thrusting his big black cock in me, a cock full of AIDS cum, i think of Grandpa and can't help but wish he was here right now fucking me. That was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice – to get bred by my Grandpa. Still, as I feel Frank rutting away in my hole and filling it with his splooge and getting ready to seed me I can't help deny that this feels fucking fantastic. I'm no longer just jacking my cock thinking about some guy pummeling my hole with his AIDS cock, its really happening! And it's so much better than anything than I could have imagined. Feeling my ass take his entire cock and feeling it thrust away inside my neg body. Knowing that he has the power to Poz me if he so decides. That is a very heady feeling. Knowing that my health lies in his hands. That at any moment he can make a life-altering decision for me and that which fucks me, could ultimately kill me. Make me die. Change me from a healthy neg teen into a diseased Pozzed-up cumwhore. "Oh fuck... " i feel Frank's cock thrust in deeper and as it does so, it slides against my prostate and my body is racked with pleasures, the likes I have never known. "Oh god... " I begin thrusting back harder on Frank's cock as I take another hit of poppers and tell him to fucking tear my hole up and shoot his Poz cum into me. I want it so bad. I've never wanted anything so bad... Frank slams his Poz cock in and out of my ass and tells me he's gonna charge my hole. Really fucking give it to me. That i'm just a pussyboy asking for it and with that I feel his cock get hotter in my ass. Maybe it was the poppers, maybe it was the sheer pleasure I was feeling, but I could have sworn that his cock felt hot in my ass just then. And then it happens. Frank's balls draw up and he tells me he is about to cum and then I feel like a loaded gun is going off inside my neg ass and i feel all warm inside and can feel his Poz cum shooting inside my body. Drenching my insides and coating my asswalls with his diseased load. "Oh fuck... " Frank holds onto me and slams his cock back and forth as more cum sprays out of his piss-slit into me. It's never-ending and my hole feels like its taken a bucket full of Poz cum deep inside. I just stand there gasping at the sheer pleasure. Defeated, and wanting more. And then I think of Grandpa. I had thought he would be the first man to fuck his Poz cock into me. But he wasn't. It was this slimy diseased black fucker Frank and his thick gooey AIDS-laden cock. A black man tearing up a white boy's ass. He was the one. God... Frank squeezes the last of his AIDS cum into my neg ass and slowly slides his thick cock out of my ass; telling me that I was a hot fuck and that any time I want some more of that, to just come to his room. I don't reply. In fact, I feel like nothing is really registering. I realize that i'm in shock. I then hear the door close behind Frank and knowing i'am alone, crumple to the floor. It then all finally hits. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Been fucked. Raped. I didn't even ask for it. And yet, I didn't really put up much of a struggle did i? The poppers clouded my judgment and now I have a Poz load saturating my insides like all those boys zach writes about. But this is real. It's not some story i've read on the net. This is my life and its really happening. So I just sit there on the toilet for several minutes collecting my thoughts and then, standing up, notice the pain in my ass. God, its hurts. Frank's cock was so big. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my first time would be that brutal and would be with someone like him. But it was, and now I have to deal with it. I grab some toilet paper and wipe my ass; noticing the sheets of paper are coated with cum and streaked with blood. Shit. My hole is torn. Still, it doesn't really matter I guess. I've taken Poz cum in my ass. Poz cum. Does it really matter if there is blood? I suppose not. As I stand there wiping my crack, I decide this is all too much to deal with and after pulling back on my clothes, go back to my Grandpa's room and lie on the bed thinking about what just happened. Maybe all of this is my fault? After all, I was attracted to Frank. Hell, when I saw him out on the patio stroking that big black cock of his, I was spellbound. I'd never seen something so enticing in person before... and that's why I needed to beat off in the toilet so bad. So, why am I upset? I should be happy! Frank obviously liked me as well. That's why he pushed his way into the toilet and fucked my mouth and ass. Made me his. I guess the real problem is that i'm having trouble coping with the fact i've just taken Poz cum and my mind is trying to sort through everything i'am feeling. It's all rushing at me and little of it is making sense. But then, maybe it's not meant to? Maybe this is that primal desire zach writes about so much. Giving into what your body really craves, regardless of what your mind might be telling you. God, I wish he was here so I could talk about the encounter with him. Tell him what i'm experiencing and thinking. I'm sure he'd understand and have some comforting words to say to me. But i'm alone. And there's nobody to talk to. Not even my Grandpa. So I sit here alone thinking about what just happened and as I do, something strange happens. My cock, which has been oozing pre-cum all over my shaft and balls, gets hard again. Obviously, my body likes what happened, even if my mind is still playing catch up. And then it dawns on me. I just had a black man fuck his Poz cock deep in my ass and shoot his diseased cum in me. Fuck. Why the hell am I upset? This was the whole reason behind my visit to the hospice in the first place. To get Pozzed. Okay, so my Grandpa wasn't the one who fucked me but then who cares! I have Poz cum in my ass. That's all that really matters. As I think about Frank fucking his big cock into me, I strip down and bending over, work a finger into the cum oozing from my ass and wipe the slime over my full lips, licking the cum off it. It tastes so good. Poz cum. And then it dawns on me, I want some more. More Poz cum in my ass and almost involuntarily I pull my asslips apart and moan. I think about Frank fucking his big cock into my ass again and take a deep sniff of poppers, making sure to get the fumes under each nostril and inhaling several times. "Oh fuck... " i'm so lost in desire that I don't notice the door opening and before I can react, hear my Grandpa's voice. "Adam? What are you doing boy... ?" "Oh my god! Grandpa!" I quickly right myself and Grandpa just stands there watching as I pull my shorts back on. I make up some excuse about being horny but he's having done of that. He tells me he saw cum oozing from my ass. "I've seeded enough holes in my lifetime Adam to know when someone has been fucked. And you my boy, have been fucked!" Grandpa looks back down at me inquisitively but demanding and so I tell him. I tell him how Frank fucked his Poz cock into me and how much it hurt but how much I loved it at the same time. Grandpa, at first, wants to go have a ‘word' to Frank but I tell him no; that would only create a scene, and besides I enjoyed it. Grandpa puts his arm around me and pulls me close. "But Frank's Poz Adam. You realize what that means don't you?" I tell him yes, I do. But that it doesn't bother me. Deciding the moment is finally right, I tell my Grandpa that the only thing I regret about the encounter is that he wasn't the first. I look back at my grandfather and ask him "will you fuck me now?" And he stares back full of lust, and tells me yes. "Drop those shorts boy and assume the position. Its time for Grandpa to fuck you boy" yep u guessed it. "That's it Adam. Spread your ass cheeks for me" i pulled my asscheeks as far apart as possible and bent right down on the bed. My ass high in the air behind me. I felt Grandpa's fingers prying at my hole and him pushing two of them in me and then lapping at the juices on them as he pulled them out. "Mmmm. Frank always does cum a lot" I heard him moan in pleasure before he did something most unexpected... "Grandpa? Wha? What are you doing? Ahhhhh. Oh god... " my Grandpa had buried his face in my hole and was licking out my ass. Sucking around my hole and licking and sucking on Frank's load which was still oozing out of my hole like some bubbly foam. It felt so good. I'd never been rimmed in my life before and never expected my Grandpa would be my first. It felt wonderful. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life eating out his young grandson's ass and working his diseased sore ridden tongue back and forth in the young boy. He loved the taste of cum and though he was a bit mad that Frank had fucked the boy, he had definitely done a good job. Ripping his grandson's ass right up and fucking it with his AIDS load. Grandpa was hoping he would have been the first but he knew when he had left and saw the hungry look in Frank's eyes, that it would have only been a matter of time before Frank pounced and lunged his lethal cock in the boy. And besides, as Grandpa knew only too well, good-looking boys like his grandson Adam were meant to be fucked. That's all that mattered. They should be fucked hard ... and often. And Adam would be fucked a lot in his lifetime. Just looking over his grandson's beautiful body that much was obvious. Grandpa was a randy AIDS fucker and loved eating out the young hole before him but he wanted to do more than just eat the ass. He wanted to fuck it and fuck it hard. He may not have been the first but he wanted his grandson to remember this experience. Given the 1000's that would no doubt follow, that would not be an easy task to be sure, but he was damned if he would give it his best. And besides, Grandpa had fucked many boys like just his grandson in his lifetime. It was one of the reasons he had been so active and notoriously active in fucking young boys up. He had often fantasized about his grandson as Adam visited him over the years and lost count of the loads he had blown in the shower or down the toilet while thinking about ripping those tight blue jeans down and fucking his grandson in the ass. Fucking him with his AIDS cock and making the boy a cumdrenched teenage fuckslut. That's why the revelation from Adam that he had wanted to be fucked by him and Pozzed had been such a wonderful surprise. So Grandpa got some lube from a drawer, and coated his large slimy cock which was sticking out from his groin like an obscene weapon of mass destruction, and pushed it hard into the boy and told Adam that he was gonna fuck his hole up good and proper. Really fuck him hard. He heard Adam cry out and knew it was hurting the boy, especially after the pounding Frank had given him, but he didn't relent. He lunged at the hole and fucked his big cock back and forth in his grandson's ass and told Adam to take several hits of poppers to lesson the pain. "It'll let you take more without hurting you. The pain will turn into pleasure" Adam knew he was right. He was surprised at how effective these fucking little bottles of fucklust were. They were able to be absorbed into the body and make even the most painful experiences pleasurable. They gave rise to the body's natural fucklust and enabled the person to erode their inhibitions. And they felt so good... Adam took several hits from the bottle under each nostril and waited a few seconds for the effect to take hit. Three, two, one... Bingo. "Fuck me Grandpa. Fuck me! Yesssssss... Tear my hole up! Fuck me with your big cock. I want it so bad... " Adam gripped the bedsheets and thrust back at his Grandpa like a diseased whore in a brothel. Which he was in many ways. Getting assfucked by these AIDS ridden fuckers. He wanted all of them. As he fucked his ass back onto the big AIDS cock in his hole, that was tearing up inside his young body, he thought about all the other men in the hospice and how much he wanted them all to fuck his ass. To fuck him with their diseased cocks and fucking spooge all of his holes with their AIDS cum. He wanted it all. It felt so good having my Grandpa's cock finally in my ass. I loved each thrust as I felt the old man fuck his cock deeper into my hole. Every inch of his lethal cock was embedded in my ass and I moaned and snorted poppers like the young whore I was. Grandpa, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. He loved how tight Adam's asshole was. Even Frank's big cock tearing it up and spooging it full of cum hadn't loosened it much. Grandpa liked tight holes. Problem was that good looking boys often lost that as they got fucked repeatedly. Sure enough, Adam, would be just like them. Grandpa knew as much. Adam would be like those boys he had fucked at the clubs and parks over the years with a hole that hung permanently open from repeated fucking but then that was the life of a good looking boy – to get fucked and be of service to anyone that wanted to use them. The sooner Adam learnt that, the better off he would be. Adam thrust his ass back on to his grandfather's cock and moaned as Grandpa gripped his waist and sunk all of his inches deep into his young grandson's hole; savoring every moment. Especially as he had jacked thinking of doing something like this so many times over the years. Now it was a reality. Grandpa fucked the boy in many different positions; he had his grandson lay down on the bed, fucked him doggie-style and got the boy to bend over while standing up. But for the climax he wanted to see his grandson's eyes so he fucked him legs up as his sweaty young grandson lay back on the bed and threw his legs apart and over his grandfather's shoulders. "Oooooohhhhhhh" Adam moaned. "Don't stop cause i'm halfway there Grandpa. This feels ahhhh, sooooooooooo goooooddddd" Grandpa thrust his big cock back and forth in the hole and loved how Frank's Poz load stuck to his cock as he thrust it along the abused asslips. He looked down with a lust he hadn't felt in some time and told Adam how much he loved him and how hot his hole was. Adam just grinned and said to fuck him harder and thrust his ass back onto the cock, embedding it all in his torn ass. That's when it happened. Grandpa felt his balls draw up and as Adam arched his head back Grandpa unloaded in his grandson's willing ass. Drenching it with another load of AIDS cum. He felt his cock spasm wildly and cum shoot out of the tip; saturating his grandson's cum-filled hole. It felt so good. Adam meanwhile was jacking like crazy and wanted to cum badly. He really wanted to shoot his fucking load over his stomach but Grandpa sensing the boy's urgency told him to hold off doing that. That he had a better idea where to shoot the load and bent over for the boy. "Fuck me boy. Fuck your Grandpa" Adam lost in lust didn't even think about it. He just used some of the cum dripping out of his ass, lubed his stiff teenage cock and lunged towards his Grandpa's hairy asshole and fucked his neg cock into the AIDS body. It was a feeling unlike any other. He was now a top fucking an AIDS man. It was incredible. Grandpa moaned as he felt Adam fucking his cock into his hairy ass and knew it wouldn't take long for the boy to cum but he wanted the load to go somewhere where it would become part of him. Adam felt his balls draw up and with a strangled cry, yelled out and unloaded his neg cum into his Grandpa's ass. It was a cum unlike any other. It was the best fuck of his life. Fucking with his Grandpa had been an awesome experience and as the two lay there together sweating and panting, he knew it was only the beginning. That they would share many other incredible adventures together. A new life had been formed.

This story is a combination of true events, furnished with extra details and embellished to make it hotter for all of you. So, enjoy, and be sure and let me know what you think; I would be happy to add more adventures! It was a Friday night. Payday, so you know where I was heading After work I made my way down to see my dealer, a big burly black man by the name of Clarence. I loved going to see Clarence, because Clarence had a thing for submissive little sissies like me! I made sure I had all my sissy gear I would need for the long weekend ahead as I knew visits to my dealer's house frequently lasted much longer than a few hours. But I was ready and willing. It had been a few weeks since I'd been able to score any Tina, due to my having spent too much of my previous paycheck on a sexy new outfit and a wonderful new silicon dildo. But now I was all Dressed up in my heels, corset, matching pink bra with my fake titties in, some sexy Pink panties and Pink yoga pants that showed off the nice round bubble butt Clarence loved so much. I had done my makeup to perfection, shaved smooth all over, cleaned out and ready to get wrecked. I pulled into Clarence's Driveway and took a deep breath. Here we go... My knock at his door was greeted by a deep voice from behind it. "Who is it?: the voice Demanded. "Just a little cockslut looking for her friend Tina." I replied in my best girly voice. The door opened, and a wave of thick smoke rolled out; I could smell good weed and Crystal. My clitty started to leak into my panties. "Come on in you little slut, we were just about to get this party started!" Clarence laughed as he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. I could see several good looking black men who I had never met before lounging on the couch. They took turns taking rips off of Clarence's Tina bong that I loved so much. several blunts were also making their way around the room. A handsome mulatto handed me a blunt and said "Careful, I sprinkled some crystals in these motherfuckers, so take it easy fi you don't want to get too fucked up. By the way, I'm Tyrone." He smiled as I took the Tina-laced blunt from him and his eyes got wide when he saw me take three deep hits and let loose a flurry of little smoke rings. "I'm here to get fucked up and take any and all cocks all night baby, so don't worry about me. There's no such thing as too fucked up." Tyrone laughed and gave me a grin that went ear to ear. "Oooh baby, we gonna have a good time with you tonight!" Clarence had come up behind me while I was talking to Tyrone, and with one swift movement, he picked me up like a rag doll and tossed me onto the bed in the corner. "let me introduce you to my boys. You seem to have met Tyrone already. These other young bucks here are Jamal, Billy, and Jake the Snake. Now I know your bitch ass is clean as a whistle, but tonight if you want these cocks, youre gonna have to join our little club." Clarence smiled at me as I lay spread on the bed, ogling the fine specimens of man meat in front of me, and I could tell by the growing bulges in their pants that they liked what they saw too. "all of my boys here are Poz, you know what that means, don't you slut?" my eyes widened and I nodded. I had told Clarence about my secret fantasy of finally letting him convert me, I just hadn't expected him to work out a party like this though. "I want you to acknowledge that once you get one of our cocks in your hole, there's no going back. By the end of this adventure, you will be our little Poz Slutboi slave. You will be bred by all of us tonight, and you will take the load of anyone I say, whenever I say. Do you accept slut?" "Yes Daddy, I want to be your fuckhole, a slave to Black Cock and Poz cum." Was my reply. Clarence smiled his evil smile and nodded to Jamal. Jamal stood up, he was shorter and stockier than Tyrone and Clarence, but I could tell from the shape in this pants that he was packing some serious Black Cock. "Does this bitch take piss?" he asked Clarence. "She does what I say man, and I say she does." "You heard the man you little whore, get on your knees." Trembling with excitement (Clarence knew I loved to take Tina piss) I dropped to my knees at Jamal's feet and opened my mouth as wide as I could. Jamal unzipped his fly and pulled out his thick uncut cock. I guessed it was about 9" long and thick as a coke can. once his cock was free, I leaned forward and took the tip in my mouth, savoring the taste of his foreskin. My tongue sliding between the sheath and head of his beautiful Black Cock as I took the tip completely into my mouth. Jamal moaned as I felt the first of his precious Tina piss start to flow into my mouth. Not wanting to waste a single drop I began to suck and swallow his golden drug laced piss as fast as I could. He had a lot to give, so it took all my skill not to let it overflow and waste any. By the time Jamal's bladder was empty my head was spinning from the massive rush I was experiencing. The guys must have been parTying for a few days prior to my arrival, because his T piss was STRONG! By this point my panties are soaked with my sissy juice and I'm begging for more. "Let's give this bitch what she wants boys!" Clarence boomed, giving the signal for Tyrone, Billy and Jake to join in the fun. Tyrone's cock was a beautiful veiny 10" fuckstick, not as thick as Jamal's, but with a fat mushroom head with yummy looking foreskin. Billy was sporting a semi-hard 9" uncut tool that dripped thick ropes of precum constantly. Clarence of course had a gorgeous 11" cock with a fat head and pronounced veins. I had taken his beautiful Black fuckstick to the hilt on many occasions, so I knew These other guys would be no problem. "I bet you're wondering how ol' Jake here got his name, huh," Clarence asked "Hes something of a freak of nature, maybe its best if you just see for yourself." Clarence gave Jake a nod, and the statuesque black god dropped his pants. My jaw must have hit the floor, because I was looking at the biggest, thickest, blackest monster cock I had ever seen. Not even my biggest toys would have prepared me for this Anaconda. Jake's massive Black tool hung 10" flaccid with thick foreskin that barely covered the bulbous cockhead I could see peeking out. His heavy low-hanging balls caught my attention, the size of small oranges and undoubtedly filled with delicious black sperm. Jake began to slowly work his shaft to its full glory, as the others gathered around me and started to rub their cocks on my face. My mouth instinctively opened as I bathed in the scent of their cocks. Tyrone took his place in front of me and shoved his now rock-hard cock in my waiting mouth. As I began to work his cockhead with my tongue, My hands found the cocks of Jamal and Billy, while Clarence ripped a hole in my yoga pants so that they could get at my fuckhole. Jake, who's Anaconda had reached full size stood off to the side, a full 14" of meat stood straight out from his muscled body, The girth of that monster I could only guess had to be at least 3 inches wide, with a head that probably exceeded that. I was glad that Clarence would keep me full of Tina and poppers for the next few days, So I relaxed and accepted my fate. I felt at home on my knees serving the cocks of my big Black Masters. Clarence told Jake to mix me up a strong booTy bump, and my clitty leaked when I felt his fingers on my hole. He spit on my boipussy and began to loosen me up with his fingers. Through my nightly solo fuck sessions with my toys at home, my hole reacted with practiced ease, opening to his advances, almost sucking at his fingers, begging for more. Jake approached with the syringe. It looked like Clarence had him mix the Tina with My favorite Cum-Lube, and he had a big load for me it looked like! Jake handed Clarence the drugs and then joined the circle of cocks around me, taking Billy's place as Billy replaced Tyrone in my mouth. Clarence pushed the syringe into my hungry pussy hole and deposited the thick gooey drug-laced lube deep inside me. "You better not lose a drop bitch," he warned "If any leaks out, I'm taking it out on your ass!" Clarence withdrew the cumtube and I clenched my hole to prevent any precious Tina from escaping. "Good girl," he said "keep in in till I say otherwise slut. that's an order." I could already feel the stimulant absorbing into my bloodstream, making me hornier than I ever thought possible. I began to moan around Billy's thick cock as I took him in my throat. It felt so good to have his balls slapping my chin as he face fucked me. the precum that perpetually flowed from his shaft tasted so good, and I tried to swallow as much as i could, but there was so much, and he was fucking my mouth violently, so some dripped from my chin and onto my fake tits, splattering onto my pink bra and making my tits all slippery. I took advantage of the extra fuck lube to work the cocks in my hands, switching from Tyrone to Jamal, and trying to fit my other hand around Jake's Impossibly huge Cock. "let me have a shot at her pussy" Tyrone said "Its about time I showed this little cocktease what this thing can do to a hungry hole like that." "Have at 'er bud" Clarence replied with a smile, " I want to see her try to fit Jake's famous hole-wrecker in her mouth." He laughed as Jake took a position in front of me while Tyrone moved around behind, and pressed his fat cockhead against my hole. My ass was twitching with anticipation, as I stretched my mouth wide to try and accept Jake's massive tool. I was barely able to fit the monstrous head of his cock into my mouth, but Clarence came around with a fresh bottle of poppers and made me take four deep hits to loosen me up. I was then able to work the first few inches in and out of my mouth, my throat beginning to stretch painfully. But I didn't care, I was just a set of holes to be fucked and filled with seed. Both my hand were now needed to work the rest of Jake's massive length, So Billy and Jamal stood back and began to load more crystal into Clarence's big bong. A single drop of the previously inserted booTy bump dribbled down my smooth sissy balls. Tyrone scooped up the leak with his cock and began to rub his head against my hole. "Looks like we got a leak here Clarence, Want me to teach this slut a lesson?" Clarence looked me in the eyes and spoke two words to Tyrone witch made me certain I was in for one wild ride. "Wreck her." Tyrone needed no further instructions, and thrust his thick veined fuckstick into my pre-lubed and hungry boipussy, sliding in balls deep with one stroke. I let out a muffled moan of ecstasy around Jake's monster cock, as Tyrone slowly began to withdraw his cock, till I felt his thick head pop out and my hole gaped. Tyrone's cockhead was a good deal thicker than his shaft, so it made the most delicious feeling as it popped in and out of my dripping sluthole, scooping up cumlube that bubbled up from my hungry ass. As he began to get into his fuck-groove, his cockhead rubbed my P spot in such a way that my little clitty began to spurt little ropes of pre with each stroke, beginning to pool in my tattered yoga pants, making a big wet spot and dripping down my legs. I felt so feminine, being used by five beautiful Big Black Cocks! Clarence could see that I was having trouble handling Jake's tool, so he mercifully told him to swap places with Jamal so he could hit the bong. As he pulled his massive black snake from my throat I gasped and quickly began moaning with pleasure from the hard Fucking I was receiving on the other end. As Jamal began his assault on my helpless throat, I felt Tyrone's pace begin to increase. "Are you ready for your first load of the night bitch?" Tyrone grunted, his strokes getting harder and shorter, betraying how close he was to shooting his hot seed in me. Jamal removed his fuckstick from my mouth just long enough for me to say "Please breed me Daddy! Give me that Black Seed!" That was all Tyrone needed, as he thrust once more balls deep into my hole, Hist fat cockhead pushing past my second ring of muscle to reach a full 10" inside of me. I could feel his cock thicken and twitch as he began to pump his hot Toxic load into my hole. "Take my Toxic sperm you whore!" he shouted as his balls emptied out into me. I could almost feel the Poz sperm working it's way into my guts, converting me, making me a worthless cum dump for these Black Gods of Cock. "Who wants next?" Tyrone panted, his cock, still hard stayed lodged deep in my hole, keeping his load secure. Billy stepped forward, dripping fuckstick throbbing in his hand. "Yo, let me at that hole bro, I wanna know if her ass is as good as her mouth." "Aight, but first things first, I gotta piss now, and since I'm already balls deep in this ho, why not empty out right here!" I felt a burning deep inside me as Tyrone let loose a torrent of Chem Piss into my pussy. I began to feel full and his Toxic T piss tingled In my ass as my head began to spin. I was barely able to concentrate on Jamal's cock in my mouth. Now drained of Poz seed and piss, Tyrone pulled his cock from my sloppy hole, the huge uncut head popping from my hole with a wet sound. Clarence had come up with a cup to catch any cum and piss that were sure to flow from my well-fucked ass, when Tyrone's cock popped free, I squirted a good deal of his piss and cum into the cup. "Let's save that for later" Clarence said, and poured the mixture into a large jar he had on the table. My boipussy ached to be filled again, and I moaned and begged for someone to fuck me. Billy took up his place, and lined up his dripping shaft with the gaping cunt I had developed. "I hope you're ready bitch, Cuz I'm not stoppin' 'till I breed that whore cunt of yours!" I felt Billy's thick shaft penetrate my pussy, and my mind went blank, I was just a pussy to be fucked, and I loved it! The piss and cum Tyrone had left in me squished around Billy's shaft as he pounded me, his own Toxic precum mixing with the other fluids that had been pumped into me, every stroke of his cock made delicious wet slurping noises, and I began to feel that one cock wasn't enough now. "please double fuck me Daddy, I need to feel two of your big Black Cocks inside me at once!" I begged Clarence, "Stretch my pussy to the limit!" Together, the boys moved me to the bed and I straddled Billy, taking his shaft in one smooth stroke, and Clarence positioned himself above me and lined his cock up with my hole. I moaned while Jamal fed me more poppers and shotgunned Tina smoke into my mouth. Clarence began to push his fat uncut tool in alongside Billy's Cock. It was good that Billy pumped out so much precum, As my hole was sloppy with it, and Clarence easily got his mushroom cap in alongside the dripping shaft in my hole. As I felt him begin to piston his 11" monster into me Billy also started to pump in and out. Soon the sound of hard sloppy fucking and lewd moans filled the room. Two cocks in my ass, and I still wanted more. Seeing that I was ready for them, Jamal and Jake took up positions on each side and I took turns taking their cocks in my mouth and stroking their huge black shafts. The tightness of my boipussy was causing Clarence and Billy to sweat, Their fucking increasing to a frenzied pace. I saw the warning signs and felt their cocks twitch and spasm together, both releasing torrents of Toxic Poz Jizz into my fertile cunt. When I felt the explosion of their combined orgasms in my guts, my clitty began to flow. Girlcum squirting from my clitty with each stoke or their cocks as they worked their loads into the walls of my boipussy. Spent for the moment, Clarence and Billy withdrew their cocks and Tyrone was there to catch the Seed that tried to leak out of my now stretched and ruined asscunt. This was added to the jizz jar on the table. Feeling empty again, I knew I had to have Jamal next, I'd been eyeing his fat shaft all night. "Come on big boy, I need your cum in me now" I moaned seductively to Jamal, giving his cockhead a long lick and a kiss as I looked up into his eyes. "Oh, I'm gonna wreck that pussy bitch, You're gonna need a good stretching to get you ready for my boy Jake! Hes been itching to see how much of his Bitch Destroyer you can get up into you." Jamal Gave me a slap on the ass and moved around to get his cock in place. Clarence and Billy were laying back on the couch passing another Tina blunt, and Tyrone was mixing me up another big booTy bump. "You're gonna need it for ol' Jake the Snake here, And just so you know, hes been off his meds for a while now, so my homie is Toxic as fuck by now!" The thought of Jake's monster shaft Wrecking me all night in a drug-fueled fuck haze really got me going, and I backed myself onto Jamal's Big Black Cock. The double fucking had loosened me up enough to take Jamal's Coke can thickness without too much trouble, and I was bouncing up and down on his shaft in no time. I could feel every vein and contour of his cock as I took his full length with each stroke, His hips bucking in time with my pace so that his cum-filled balls slapped my ass with a hypnotic rhythm. Clarence blew smoke in my mouth before Jake stuffed it with his impossibly large cock, and Billy held a bottle of poppers to each nostril so I was forced to take hits till he removed them. After six or seven hits my vision began to get foggy and I had no control of my body. I was a ragdoll in the hands of these Black Beasts, just a toy to be used and filled with Poz Seed. "I'm ready for round two" Tyrone declared, his 10" fuckstick now returned to its full throbbing glory "I wonder if the bitch can take three at a time" Clarence said, more to himself than anyone in particular, but Billy seemed to relish the thought. "My dick's ready to go again, why not see what the can take. Gotta get her ready for Jake too, So It's probably a good idea." I was pretty much unconscious from the pleasure overload I was receiving at this point, so I couldn't have objected, even if I wanted to. Jamal scooted down to the edge of the bed, with me still impaled on his shaft. Tyrone got up on the bed and slid in easily. Now, Billy stood in position and began to push his cock into my already overstuffed pussy. With an audible pop that send shivers down my spine Billy's fuckstick slid in next to those of Tyrone and Jamal. I let out my loudest moan yet and felt my clitty start to flow again. I figured I must have been dry by now, but I guess I was wrong As the three Monster cocks began to pump in and out of my stretched and ruined hole I could feel my P spot Working overtime, sissy juice spurted from my clitty all over Jamal's Stomach and I squealed with pure pleasure. Clarence had moved around to dangle his semi-hard Blacksnake in front of my face, teasing me. "I figured you could use some refreshment slut" he said as he began to piss into my waiting mouth. Not wanting to spill any, I latched onto his cockhead and started sucking and swallowing his Toxic Chem Piss. I managed to swallow every last drop, and now I was truly feeling the rush now. All done pissing, Clarence wiped his cock off all over my face and gave me a few good slaps with it for good measure, then returned with the poppers. The feeling of three Big Black Cocks pounding my boipussy was only enhanced my my Tina rush and the poppers that Clarence fed me, my hole getting sloppier and sloppier by the minute. "Aw shit, I'm gonna but in this bitch's Hole soon!" Gasped Jamal "You ready for this Pox nut bitch?" "Mmmmmfffffff!" was all I could manage with Jake's huge cockhead stuffing my mouth, but Jamal (correctly) Interpreted it to mean "Yes Daddy, Fill me with your Toxic Sperm!" "Here it comes slut!" Jamal grunted with each stroke, and with one final push, lodged his cock balls deep and unloaded his poison all over the cocks of Tyrone and Billy as they continued to piston into my ass. The added lubrication of Jamal's load caused the others to quicken their pace, and soon they both added their second load each into my now abused and broken cunt. Clarence was quick to catch the tidal wave of sperm that burst forth when the boys pulled out, and now, the jar was getting full. I lay exhausted on the bed, my destroyed boipussy twitching, feeling so empty and still hungry for more. "Well boys,it looks like its time for big Jake to have his way with this little skank" Clarence said to the gang, "think she's ready?" Jake stood up, all 14" of glorious uncut cock throbbing and dripping, the syringe with my next booTy bump in his hands. "Ready or not, here I come..." To be continued!!! 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Picture it. 2005. My spouse and I, 20 years of togetherness. Both of us are HIV neg. We bareback each other, and are generally monogamous except for when we play together (or on my occasional side trysts to the ABS or sex grounds at the local park). Anyhow, we were on vacation In Hawaii, specifically in Oahu. Vacation means, well, vacation. On the occasions I can get my usually-very-vanilla-husband to do anything different, vacation can be a good time, especially as we are both more relaxed when away from home. I’m definitely the kinkier, and likely the hornier of the two of us, so I had done my research. In the past when traveling we've visited sex clubs in New York, Prague, Hong Kong, and Dallas, but on this occasion, when driving across Oahu, I suggested we stop at an adult bookstore in Wahiawa about which I had read interesting reviews. As it was mid-day, I thought it might be a long shot, but as the place was quite literally on our route around the island, there wasn't any downside to stopping in. Upon entering the place we found the typical ABS set up: a register with some retail shelves up front, and in back there was a small hallway off of which was a line of doors for each of the numerous individual viewing booths. The place was small and clean, but it was empty. So we waited. After some time we heard some movement and the soundtrack from a video emanating from the only occupied booth. So we waited so more. After some more time, I was getting bored, especially knowing we had a relatively busy day planned, so I suggested to my spouse "Hey, why don’t we go into adjoining booths, and I’ll blow you through the glory hole in between the two booths?" He liked that idea, probably because I don't usually particularly enjoy sucking his dick as he almost never comes that way, so it turns-out feeling too much like work, or sort of like what I imagined foreplay with a woman would be like. In any event I don't often blow him, but under the circumstances it seemed like the best way to salvage the visit, and, after all, fair is fair. He goes in the booth at the end of the hall, and I slip into the next one, still no one in sight. I scrape the chair out of my way and I’m down on my knees. He unzips, pulls his flaccid dick out, puts his crotch to the hole. Mine for the taking. I hear him pressing buttons trying to find a video he likes. I don’t care what’s on my screen. There’s a gay movie on and the moaning and sex sounds are perfect. God I love these places. My bf likes to be blown slow, especially at first. So I fondle his dick. I smell it. I take his balls in my palm and pull forward on his dick, nuzzling it with my nose and making it grow. As his shaft lengthens, I can get the head in my mouth, ever so gently. I go to work on that spot on the underside, right where the head, the shaft, and the hole all come together. No man can resist that. I swirl my tongue around it and feel his erection fill out fully hard. Now I can really get that dick wet. I wrap my teeth with my lips and slide all the way down, getting it slippery with spit. He’s not a big pre-cummer my bf. So I bang the back of my throat a little as I’m gently going up and down on it. I want some of my throat snot to get things really viscous. His dick is getting harder, wetter, and more into a rhythm going in and out of my mouth. Oh yeah we are getting somewhere. . . Not too long and I get a little light flash in the corner of my eye. I hear a door behind me close and the partition superstructure shake. I pull off my bf’s dick to look. There behind me in the glory hole to the booth on the other side of mine is this face. HOLY FUCK. It’s this jarhead face. Gone in a second. FUCK MAN! HOT SOLDIER BOY. There are some sort of barracks near here aren’t there? My heart skipped a beat. That haircut never lies. I imagine one of dozens of tumblr pictures - a soldier boy, in the desert, waving a gun, dick out, friend taking a pic of it. FUCK man THINK FAST. Hot solider in the booth next to me. C’MON FAST!! Boyfriend’s spit shiny junk is in my hand, with my spit dripping down the hair on his balls. I let go with a squeeze. Stand up. Drop my shorts. Turn around. Put my ass at the hole and I trace down it with his dick. He loves my ass. This’ll distract him. And I just want to SEE the soldier. Just a peek. I’m feeling his hand on my ass. Boyfriend took that hint. He’s caressing it. Spreading my cheeks. I’m bending over to look in the glory hole beyond. UNF. I feel a hot breath on my hole. BF loves sticking tongue in me. Makes me a little squirrelly, so we don’t do it that often. My focus is across the way anyhow. I see movement. He’s too close to see his face again. And it’s dark. Bless whoever designed this place. Perfect size. I have my ass at one hole and my face at the other. I hook a finger through, and try to look up. FUCK I feel my spouse’s tongue in my ass. But the soldier . . . unzipping his pants . . . hand goes in . . .wrestles out his already hard dick. It is maybe seven inches, curves up, reminds me of my cousin's (that's a different story). My mouth waters. HOT DAMN He puts it through the hole, downy covered nuts and all. I stroke down it with my hand. Powder soft and dry. Once. Twice. Watch it bob. I find that spot between his balls where his juices originate and work a finger up up the underside of his shaft. Fuck yes! A huge drop of precum appears. So tempting to eat. But I rub it around the mushroom head. It makes his dick dance and quiver. Slippery. Musky. Ready to suck. I start going down on the shaft and HUH there's my partner's dick pressing at my backdoor. My mind swoons with dick sensation overload. I rarely get fucked, and never starting bent over like this. NEVER have though a glory hole. Have I ever been spit roasted? Brace yourself! Think about the dick in your mouth! Dont lose rhythm! Fuck! He pushes into my ass. The pain! Ah, but the smell of the dick in front of me. I'm trying to flex and relax both, letting the dick work into my ass. My own dick is rock hard bobbing around, drooling webs of precum all over the place. "Some pig", it might spell out on the floor. Here I am on vacation, mid day, in a booth in the dark, with my bf's cock in my ass, and a soldier's in my mouth. And I want cum from both. I am getting into a rhythm with the dick stroking in and out of my ass. My mouth stroking up and down on the dick in front of me. You know how there’s blowing a dick, and then there’s blowing a dick to cumpletion? I mean in my experience there is a point where you know the dick in your mouth can cum that way. When it starts juicing? When the hips start bucking? I knew that soldier was going to feed me his load. When - damn - suddenly no dick in my ass and <poke poke> my bf is poking me on the ass cheek with his finger. I do NOT want to lose momentum on the dick in front of me. But reluctantly, I pull off and turn around to ask my spouse “What?!” My ass is there at the solider’s side. “There’ rub it against that” is what I was thinking. Up to this point I’d swapped plenty of glory hole head, but never fucked through one. UNF the soldier slides his dick right in me. HOLY FUCK A STRANGE DICK UP MY ASS BAREBACK. I push back on it. Rock hard 20 something soldier dick. Inside me. Not what I’d planned. I wince and hide what’s going on from my bf’s view. He would FREAK at a stranger’s raw dick inside me. “I can’t cum this way,” my boyfriend says. “I am going to rinse off.” “Is it dirty?” I ask. “No,” he replies. “But you know me. This is too much.” Vanilla is as vanilla does. “Okay, I’ll go next,” I say. And he’s out his booth door. I hadn’t even focused on the soldier cock stroking in and out of me. I squeeze my ass and look over my shoulder. His fingers are grasping the top of the partition between us for leverage. He’s speeding up, hitting it harder. My thoughts are filled with his flared mushroom head wondering if it’d swell up get hard and red before he shoots? I was thinking of his precum in the back of my throat climbing up out my nose, now in my ass making it slick making it ready. Use that hole man. He gets louder louder UHNN UHHN I press back hard willing it wanting it. UHHNN UHHN He STOPS. I feel the twitch. My ass goes from lubed to wet. I feel the fluid filling me. FUCK! First time . . . a stranger unloading in my ass. Should I be scared? Guilty? UHHN he rocks it back and forth making me feel it squish - his dick in its own ejaculate. Rapidly softening he slips it out of me. Fuck! What have I done? My spouse is coming back in like a minute and I . . . Standing there with my legs shaking, my dick is a sticky mess I haven’t touched it, but there’s plenty of lube. In ten strokes I push a finger from my other hand in my hole and feel the soldier’s load there. I BLAST one of the largest loads of my life onto the laminate partition wall. It trails down and pools on the floor. I said this place was clean. Too bad. I hope it’s still there for the next guy. Maybe the clerk will come lick it up? There’s my bf’s face at the hole. “C’mon, let’s go.” “I’m coming! Just a sec. Let me clean up a little here . . .” On the way out, he says to me, “ Hey did you hear that one guy cumming? Someone was having fun.” He has no idea.

This must be the place, I thought. Number 67 was in a street of small shops all of which were closed except for the late night convenience store on the corner. Even under the streetlights, Number 67 looked a bit different: scruffy and anonymous with blacked out windows and no sign above. There were two buzzers beside the door, one marked 'Office', the other 'Cellar'. I approached the door then hesitated. Well, I was a few minutes early anyway and, to be honest, I was probably looking for reasons to delay the moment of no return. Time for one more cigarette. I had been smoking almost non-stop all day -- a mixture of nerves, excitement and anticipation. Only three cigs left now, so I went to the late night store and bought another pack. A few days earlier, a guy on BBRT had told me about the roulette parties they hold at Number 67 -- fuck roulette. I hadn't heard of that before but it sounded hot and after he mentioned it there was no way I could get it out of my mind. When I plucked up the courage to contact him again he invited me along. He wouldn't say much about what happened there, but he said if my number came up I would be pozzed by the time I left. The chances were one in three. I looked at my watch. Still time to back out, but I knew that even if I did the urge would never go away. As I strolled up and down the street to finish my smoke all the mental conflicts of the last few days suddenly seemed to be melting away. I was ready to accept whatever the wheel would choose for me. Returning to that anonymous door, I took two final drags on my cig, flicked the butt into the gutter and exhaling the last of my smoke into the night air, I pressed the buzzer marked 'Cellar'. The door gave a click and I pushed it open. A muscled guy with stubble came up the stairs to greet me, with only a towel around his waist. "Hi, I'm Ben," he said. "We talked on BBRT. You can get changed in here." He showed me to a small room where a blond guy who introduced himself as Johan was sitting. Johan looked about 25, slim and smooth, naked except for his jockstrap. "Just waiting for the third one," said Ben. "I'll be back when he arrives." I stripped off down to the leather harness which I had put on before setting out, along with my favourite cockring. As I stashed my clothes in the corner the door opened and Ben ushered another guy in. "This is Steve," he said, adding "We're all complete now." Steve, in his mid-30s, had a shaved head, tattoed arms and was wearing a rubber vest. Seeing us undressed, he quickly slipped off his jeans and pants, and tossed them on the pile with the rest. Ben came back with three pieces of paper on a clip board. "You all know the score. One of you will be pozzed tonight. You all have an equal chance, nothing has been rigged beforehand, but before you can be admitted into the cellar we need you to sign this, just to say you are agreeing to unprotected sex." Without allowing myself to think about it, I signed the form. Johan and Steve likewise signed. With that Ben led us down the steps to a room that was almost completely dark, with only a dim red bulb glowing in one corner. I could make out the shapes of men, maybe a dozen, and three slings hanging in a line the middle of the room. "OK, here are your slings. Choose whichever you want," Ben said. I took hold of the middle one and slid my ass onto it. As I positioned myself, gripping the chains holding the sling, I sensed someone behind me. I couldn't see what was going on but suddenly I felt a handcuff click around each of my wrists and then around the chains on the sling. There were more clicks on either side of me and I guessed the same was happening to Johan and Steve. "That's to make sure nobody changes his mind," Ben said with a laugh as more hands worked on our legs, tying our ankles to the other chains on the slings. "I think we're ready now", said Ben talking to the men in the room. "These are our roulette players for tonight. Have fun but remember, no fucking till the wheel decides which one will be joining the brotherhood." As he spoke, the guys gathered around us. A couple of tongues started tweaking my nipples and a bearded face nuzzled my hole. On either side I could hear murmurs of pleasure from Johan and Steve which told me they were also getting the same treatment. A jizz-coated finger found its way into my mouth while other fingers worked my ass. It must have continued like this for about 15 minutes with the guys taking turns to play with us until I felt something small and solid pushing at my hole then working its way in. "Just brushing your insides - in case you're the lucky one," an unidentified voice whispered. Johan, on my left, was sighing and moaning, obviously also getting a brushing. On my right, Steve was mostly quiet apart from muttering the occasional "Aw fuck!" "Good," said Ben. "All fully prepped. Time for roulette." He shone a torch on the ceiling to show numbers above our respective slings. The number above my sling was number two. Then he turned the torch towards a circular disk on the wall, about two feet across with a biohazard symbol in the centre. It was divided into three sections numbered one, two and three. "No need to explain what happens next," Ben said, "but to make it a bit more interesting we're not going to spin the wheel just once. We keep on spinning it until someone's number comes up for a second time." The red light in the corner went off, leaving the room in total darkness. "Here we go," Ben announced. "Spin number one." I could almost hear my heart pounding. The only thing I could see in the blackness was the glowing cigarette of a guy standing beside me -- which reminded me how much I needed a smoke. Ben flicked the torch on again. The wheel was still moving but slowing down and it came to rest on number three. Steve gasped sayng "Uh-oh, that's my number." The guy standing beside me sucked hard on his cigarette and let out a rich stream of smoke into the torchlight. "Please," I whispered to him, "Give me a drag." He smiled and placed the cigarette between my lips as the light went out for another spin. This time Johan's number came up. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhh", he said, 'though I couldn't tell if it was the sound of regret or delight. A warm hand patted my shoulder and the guy with the cigarette spoke softly in my ear. "Seems its not your lucky night." "Seems like it," I replied, partly disappointed but also secretly relieved. Darkness again as the wheel spun a third time. When the torch came on the number was mine. "Wow!" said Ben. "Still no result -- it's level pegging. Get ready for another spin. This one is going to decide it." Then he switched off his torch. To be continued

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There is a guy into whom I keep running at the local bath house. He's a seriously hot dude in his forties, scruff, ripped, hairy chest - just my type - and so handsome I can't help staring at him, but he obviously doesn't have eyes for me, and I accept that. This afternoon, though, we were both in the dark sauna, and there was a third guy, pretty young, in his 20s, and clearly a newbie. He was sitting tight in a corner, hugging the wall, towel securely around his waist, purposely not making eye contact. Definitely cute, zero body fat, dark hair. At first the object of my (unrequited) affection sat near me, then moved a bit away when a guy passed through the room. However, when the guy left, enough light fell on the college boy to reveal him. With that, the stud moved around the bench to get closer to the college guy. I guess the decent thing for me to have done would be to leave them in peace, but as I said, I had a serious crush on the older guy, and I was curious about his designs on the kid. The kid was either terrified or frozen in place, but he didn't bolt when the hunky dude reached over and brushed his muscular thigh. Eventually they were making out, and then all of a sudden, the stud essentially lifted him off the bench, stood him up, spun and him around to face the wall. I watched him kick his feet apart, so the kid was basically skewered against the wall, and using spit for lube, the stud just took the kid. No cries, no whimper, just a low moan was all I could hear. The kid must have opened up, because pretty soon I could hear the stud banging him, drilling his cute jock ass. Then, almost as suddenly as it began, the stud pulled out, patted the kid's ass, picked up his towel, and left. Not a word, not a peck on the back of his gorgeous neck, not even a grunt. I'm sure it was not just in my imagination that he had just deeply bred the kid. I imagine it was the kid's first bareback fuck and he was too scared to object. Of course I'm envious and really wish it had been me, and I'm sure I'll always make eyes at the stud when I run into him at the baths. Although it wasn't me, it was totally hot to see him seduce, subvert, and wreck, a shy college boy who looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights. He's probably walking a little funny and wondering about that thin stream of wetness running down the inside of his thigh. Lucky bastard.

Hot story bud! Don't have a Raptor and have never been lucky enough to find 3 young marines looking to drop loads but I do have a heavily modified and very off road capable standard F-150 4X4 that has seen it's share of hot off-road sex over the years. Love getting deep on the woods and bending over the tailgate to take raw cock and cum deep in my ass.

Love this film,just watching his face as he takes the three guys at party is so hot always makes me shoot,be great to read story based on film

You can also catch "common" creatures several times to get an upgrade. Good news for those who like to get caught several times.

I LOVE rimming a hot bubble butt and also prefer a looser fuck hole, so I rim almost every bottom I'm gonna fuck. I've got my own rim chair and will pretty much make out with a guy's ass lips once I get him nice and opened up. Nothing makes my cock harder getting ready to fuck him. This is assuming he's squeaky clean, which I can tell as I'm approaching!! 2 weeks ago I hooked up with a hot 26yo black guy with a typical BBA (big black ass). All the basic foreplay, then had him get on all 4s to rim him before I was about to sink into his hole. His hole was clean as a whistle but tight as fuck - I tried fingering him first, but he was so fucking tight, I wasn't sure how I was gonna get my cock in there, and he was wincing at my finger...ugh....some guys hate fingers I know, so I tried pushing my cockhead in hoping he'd open up for that. He was squeezing me so tight, and I couldn't push in, and was starting to lose my hardon. I told him to get up, I laid down on my back on the bed and told him to straddle my face and smother my face with his bubble ass - he complied and we were both moaning in no time. I had my tongue a couple inches up his hole getting him all slicked up, ad he'd bend down to suck my cock at the same time. About 5 minutes of this actually had me a little too close to cumming and I knew his hole was wet and ready at that point. I came up for air and told him to get back in position, and this time I sunk in balls deep in one push He felt so fucking good I had to keep pulling out or I'd cum. Kept losing a little bit of cum each time I'd pull out actually, which lubed him up a little bit more I kept going down on his ass in doggy position and eating him out some more any time I was getting too close, but that was just making my cock even hornier to get back inside! His hole was so fucking clean I couldn't get enough. I really wasn't sure if he was into ATM, but I hope to find out the next time - he was certainly clean enough for it!! I finally took one last suck and chew of that ass cunt, then stood up and let him know this was it and he was about to get bred - so fucking hot how he want from that TOO TIGHT vice grip to that perfect wet sucking cum hole! Like a few others said - it does depend what's attached to that hole = those big muscular black globes smothering me were definitely icing on the cake!!

I've gotten fucked by quite a few tops who could spit some mean game that still echo in my mind. Here are a few of my favorites: Pick-up Lines "You can let me fuck you or I'll rape you...either way, my dick is going in you tonight." "Buy you a drink? The only thing you're drinking from me is my fucking cum, you whore!" Whie Fucking "Yeah you fucking slut! You love my big fucking cock! Go crazy on it! Ride it, bitch!" "Beg for my cum. Beg for it you cum loving bitch! You have to earn my cum!" "We're not done until I say we're done, whore! By the time I'm through with you, your fucking hole will be turned inside out and full of my jizz!" (he took some Viagra and fucked me for nearly eight hours, stopping only after it wore off and he got soft) Afterglow "Welcome to the club, whore..." (whispered into my ear while I was on my stomach, he was on top of me holding me tight, dick still in me after unloading his third nut deep in me...he was poz on meds) "I'm coming back tomorrow night...with some friends." "You fuckin' cunt, I knew you didn't want me to really wear a rubber." (the condom broke, we knew it, but I let him finish in me anyway)

The end of the story: Chapter 3. After So I woke up with a slightly sore ass, but enjoyed the feeling. I had slept late, but the house was silent. It turns out the family was at church. I was glad they didn’t wake me up. I got up and headed to the bathroom and got ready for a much needed shower. That’s when I noticed the marks on my ass. Looking in the mirror I counted seven hash marks like someone had been keeping score. I then remembered they had been using a marker on me- each guy who fucked me had left a mark. I also finally realized my hole was leaking. What the hell? I went back to the bedroom and looked at the sheets. There was definitely a stain where I had been sleeping. I bent down to look closer and smelled the familiar scent of cum. Those guys had been fucking me bare! I was stunned. But somehow I was also turned on. After all, I had been fantasizing about taking raw cock for a while now. But I had always thought that if I actually took that plunge it would be a much more gradual thing, and that I would have some control over it. I grabbed the sheets off the bed and hurried back to the bathroom for a shower. I tried to wash off the marks on my ass, but they didn’t come off. The cum washed off, though. I quickly got dressed and started a load of laundry with those sheets. I was dressed and folding the laundry when my family finally got home after church and lunch. My mind was racing- do I contact the guy who took me home- the guy I had thought of as Sir? Could I find his place again? What would I say to him? I don’t know why, but I had an impulse to take a picture of my ass. I had to leave the next day to start my trip back home, so packing and visiting with family distracted me. I ended up leaving the next morning without really thinking about it again. It was mostly easy to put it all out of my mind. Work got very busy, one friend was going through a crappy break-up, another friend ended up in the hospital from a car accident, life generally got in the way. But sometimes at night the dungeon and all those men I never even really saw came back to mind. Why had I been so careless and stupid? Why was I getting hard when I remembered what happened even though I felt angry and scared at the same time? Other times I just refused to think about it. But after a while it hit me. I got sick. Not horribly sick, more like the flu. And then I remembered reading about “fuck flu” being a sign of being positive. Damn. So I got tested. Sure enough the result came back positive. I went through every emotion about it you can imagine before coming to terms with it. As time passed I could look back and see what had happened. I was sure the man who picked me up at the bar had seen my profiles- all of them most likely. He must have recognized me from the normal ones with my face pics, and also made the connection with the darker, more anonymous ones. He had seen me as a chaser before I had admitted it to myself. I had wanted it, or had at least subconsciously known it would happen if I acted on my fantasies. And it would not have been long before I did in fact act on them. His actions had only brought the inevitable result faster. I ended up hooking up with other poz men. I found a great freedom in barebacking. My status became part of my inner identity and I even felt some pride in it. The marks left by that permanent marker eventually wore off, of course. But I remembered I had taken a picture. I found it on my phone and stared at it for a while. Some of the poz guys I had become buddies with had gotten tattoos that indicated their status- scorpions, biohazard symbols. Those weren’t really for me, but this mark was more personal, and it felt right. I took my picture to a local tattoo artist and those hash marks really did become permanent. Three years later I was back visiting my family again. I went back to that same bar. Was I looking for that guy? Probably. I had changed in many ways. I was positive, but I had not yet gone on any kind of meds. I still felt very healthy, in fact I was more healthy since I had also started working out. I had adopted a more scruffy appearance. I looked and felt like a man, not the 30 year old boy who had been in that bar before. It was leather night at the bar, and I had come wearing boots, cap, and chaps. They had a clothing check, so I decided to take off my jeans and t-shirt and wear just the chaps. I think I looked pretty hot. I looked in the mirror in the restroom and said, “Yeah, I’d fuck me.” That was another change since becoming poz. I was less bottom boy and more versatile man. I left the restroom and that’s when I saw him. He looked the same, even wearing those same sunglasses. He was looking the other way when I walked over to him. I said hi. He turned toward me and nodded in response. “You look really hot,” I said. He smiled and said, “You’re a hot fucker yourself, man. What’s up? Have I seen you here before?” “Maybe,” I said. “So you like what you see?” He chuckled- now I was certain it was him. I would never forget that laugh. “Of course- what’s not to like?” I smiled. “You should see my tattoo,” I said. “Oh yeah?” He took a drink from his beer as I turned around to show him the marks on my ass. He just stared at it, then I saw the light come on in his mind as he figured it out. “Fuck, man, the last time I saw something like that is was from a marker ink, not tattoo ink.” I looked him right in the eye for what seemed like minutes. I could tell his mind was racing. He must have been wondering what I was doing there, why I had showed him my tattoo, was I angry, was I going to start trouble? I admit I enjoyed it. In fact I enjoyed it so much a smile began to break out on my face. “You changed my life,” I said. “You gave me what I wanted before I admitted it to myself.” I stepped up to him and put my arms around him. I felt him sigh as his arms folded around me. We ended up talking most of the night. He told me it had all started with dungeon parties. He and some friends had all tested positive and they had begun to find guys out there chasing the bug. One thing lead to another, and it turned into pozzing parties, always pozzing someone they had identified as a real chaser. I was the second guy they had gangbanged in that way. I was the only one who got the permanent marker. There had only been two others after me, both had actively sought them out. They realized a rumor had spread, and many of the guys had been scared off. He himself had been fully disclosing and only fucking bare with other poz guys. Yes, I did learn his name, and yes I did go back with him to his dungeon where we both got a recharge from each other. His ass was hot and tight and I left the biggest load of my life up in there. I have a new job now back in my home town. I didn’t move back in with my parents, though. I moved in with Sir. Dungeon parties have started back up with some hot bdsm scenes. And I have recently found a few guys online looking for a hot poz couple to breed them. I have shown their profiles to Sir. He chuckled with an evil glint behind those sunglasses. The end

Busy bb week Monday got fucked raw by hung Blk trade guy came in me Wednesday got fucked in the back yard of a hung red bone he fucked me in his drive way as I held on to his trash cans for support Friday morning got invited to a threesome Hong black guy with thick nine inch Dick fucked me and his friend I felched the cum out of his friends ass before I left Few hours ago hung nine by five inch black teen fucked me said I was his first raw fuck / swallowed his load Fun week reposted my Cl ads and have some fucks lined up today Hit me up if in Michigan

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Fuckin hot bro ! Lucky you I luv gettin anon fucked n loaded thru Glory Holes I just back up n take any/all cocks n loads offered ! I lock down on there cocks n they aint gettin away until I got there babys deep up me cum hungry hole

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There is a college boi here in town who is POZ, not on meds, and has a HVL. He's versatile and had bred me probably a dozen times and I'm still neg. He plans to stay off meds as long as he can so he can knock up as many other bois as possible. For some reason, no one ever thinks a 19yo twink could possibly be poz.

Matt walked in the door and made eye contact with Trent. "Hey, I'm Matt" "Damn Matt, you look even hotter than in your pictures." Matt blushed, trying not to show how much he liked the compliment. "Yeah, you're hot too. Nice apartment." Trent smirked. This kid was perfect. He could tell he had limited experience. Trent would enjoy corrupting his mind. "Let's get a drink and chat." Trent grabbed a couple of cokes... and his bottle of G. He sat down on the couch next to Matt. Trent said, "You want to try this? It's called G. It'll help loosen you up, get you ready. Is this your first time getting fucked bareback?" "Sure, sounds good. It's just like a shot, of like liquor?" Matt asked. "Yeah" "Yeah, this is my first time getting fucked bareback, but I've fucked one guy without a condom once it broke," Matt replied. "Nice, you'll love it. Bareback is the only way I fuck anymore," Trent added. "Yeah, thank god for prep," Matt laughed. Trent just chuckled. He started drinking his G-spiked drink and Matt followed suit. Matt, slightly nervous, chugged the rest of his drink fast, consuming the copious amounts of G that Trent had added to it. They chatted for a bit, ESPN on in the background. Trent asked Matt about school and where he wanted to go to college next year and Matt asked Trent about his work. Before he knew it Matt's head was spinning and he was feeling relaxed. "How is the G treating you?" Trent asked, his hand on Matt's thigh, fingers already within the leg holes of his shorts, fingers rubbing on Matt's thigh. "I feel good, man" and he was. He noticed Trent's hand on his leg and felt himself getting hard in his jock. Trent leaned in, kissing Matt. Matt kissed back, feeling good and relaxed and horny. Matt noticed Trent had put some porn on the television, but he wasn't sure when. Damn, he thought, "I'm a little out of it." But that thought was quickly forgotten, feeling Trent's hands groping his body, hand moving up on his thigh, feeling the bulge of Matt's jock. Matt catching glimpses of the porn on screen of two daddies fucking a young looking twink boy bareback. One even had the biohazard tattoo that Matt knew meant he has HIV+. Weirdly he felt his dick jumping thinking of that, the G dampening his inhibitions. "Fuck that's hot," Matt said aloud. Trent replied, "Let me show you this vid, it's so hot." Trent went back to kissing Matt, lifting off Matt's tank, which slipped right off. Then he removed his own shirt. Matt, half distracted by Trent, half by the TV, mind fogged up from G. Matt caught a glimpse of the TV. Saw two hot guys, clean cut studs in there twenties. He was one had a tie around his arm, and the camera focused in. Matt saw a needle go into his arm, a flash of red appeared, and then he saw the plunger go down. He half noticed Trent pulling down he shorts as he focused on the television, watching the guy who just had the needle in arm coughing and looking wide-eyed. "Fuck that looked hot," Matt thought, wondering what was in the syringe. "You think that's hot?" Trent asked. "I.. uhh yeah, what did they shoot up?" "Crystal. It's pretty hardcore, but I've heard that the sex if fucking amazing. Especially when they slam it right into their veins." Trent replied. "You ever try it?" Matt asked. "I few times, it was pretty okay." Trent said, knowing it was crucial that he remained low key about it. It was important Matt not build tina up. The more relaxed the atmosphere was, the easier Matt would be to corrupt. Trent, down on his knees, pulled Matt's cock out of the side of his jock. Matt's eyes went to the back of his head as an expert cocksucker worked on his dick. His eye were still fixed on the screening, watching the guy who had had the needle in his writher around in pleasure, looking blanked out. Before he knew it, Matt was ready to bust in Trent's mouth. He was going to warn him before he came, but it happened to fast. But Trent swallowed his entire load, without missing a beat. "Damn he thought, this kid has good tasting cum." Matt, his cock now hypersensitive, tensed up as Trent continued sucking his cock. Trent let up, and collapsed back onto the couch. Trent touch Matt's cock back into his jock, thinking about how sexy this kid looked in his blue and white stripped jockstrap. Trent decided it was about time to breakout his gear. He grabbed his equipment from his bedroom and brought it back to the couch, setting his bag down on the coffee table. Matt watched in silence as Trent took out some gear. Matt's head was still swimming from the G, making him feel numb and relaxed as well as horny. He couldn't stop thinking about playing with his hole. Matt stuck a finger in his mouth before stroking his hole with it, slowly working it in. Trent saw this out of the corner of his eye, smiling to himself, knowing the G was working beautiful. Trent pulled out a sharp from a little baggy, crumbling it up into smaller pieces as he loaded it into the bowl. Matt asked, "What it that?" "It's T. It's even better than G. It'll get you really horny and ready to fuck. It's what those guys injected in the video. Smoking it is a bit less hardcore." Trent was loving easing Matt into this. He picked up a lighter, flicked it on, and watched the crystal turn into clouds. Taking a big hit, Trent felt the hot smoke fill his lungs before blowing a thick cloud. "Fuck that's good," Trent said, enticing Matt. Trent leaned over to Matt, helping him him with the pipe and lighter. "Alright, inhale when when I say, once it heats up." Matt was nervous but pumped to try T for the first time, the G lowering any hesitation he might have otherwise had. On Trent signal he inhaled a big cloud. "Now exhale" Trent told him. "How does that feel?" Matt responded, "It feels pretty good." Matt felt a little rush, his heart beating faster, a bit of a head rush.Trent coached Matt into taking hit after hit. Afterward, Matt was feeling amazing, his heart racing, feeling this mix of pure excitement and unadulterated ecstasy, almost feeling proud and invincible. Matt wasn't sure how long he was out of it, before snapping back to attention. Looking a Trent "How do you feel?" Trent asked. "Fucking amazing man, one thousand fucking percent," Matt replied, "and so horny. But my dick is kind of soft" "Oh yeah, sometimes that happens with tina. Good thing you're the one getting fucked tonight." Trent knew he was hooked. He grabbed another shard from his bag and started working it into Matt's hole. Matt barely noticed the slight burn as he worked it in, knowing this would get the boy begging to get fucked. "You ready to get fucked, fag?" Being called a fag got Matt even more turned on. "Yes sir." Trent lubed up Matt's hole and his cock. Trent took off his pants to reveal his 8 inch cock. "Fuck," Matt thought. His cock looked even bigger now. He reached over and grabbed the poppers he had in the pockets, huffing deep preparing for Trent's cock. He could feel the head against his hole, popping in, making Matt moan like a bitch. Trent pushed Matt legs up against his chest, giving him better access to Matt's hole. He was one-third in already. Matt was taking it pretty well, huffing on a bottle of poppers every couple of seconds. His dick kept going in, further and further, finally bottoming out. "How does it feel to have raw cock up your virgin boy hole?" "Ohhhh, ffuucckk.." Matt moaned, so turned on by taking raw cock just like the thousands of porn sluts he had jerked off to in the past. "It feels so good sir." "Fuck yeah boy," Trent said, thinking how this boy was a natural sub faggot, "bet you'll only take raw cock from now on." "Oh, yes sir," and he meant it to. This was way better than any fucking he had done before. Of course, Matt knew the drugs were probably helping too. Trent pulled all the way out, seeing the gaping hole he had left behind, lubed already dripping down from his it. He slammed back into Matt hearing him gasp, his limp cock hidden in his jock pouch. Trent loved seeing a boy focused only on his hole, cock out of sight and out of mind. Unlike Matt, Trent was rock hard thanks to some viagra and his cocking on. Matt had notice the cocking earlier, and fuck did it make him desperate for Trent's cock. Matt head spinning from the drugs, poppers and the hard fuck he was receiving. He handed the poppers to Trent to put on the table behind him. Trent twisted around slightly, and Matt glimpsed a bit of a back tattoo. It was a biohazard symbol. With the T clouding his thinking, Matt didn't understand what it was for. He knew that a lot of poz guys had that tattoo but he knew Trent was on prep and neg. "Hey Trent, why do you have biohazard tat? Guys will think you're poz" Matt half chuckled. Trent leaned in, grabbing hold of trent ankles and pressing them above his head, plunging his cock back in. As he was trusting, he said, "My tat?" "Yeah, won't people thinking you're poz?" Trent continued fucking Matt, speeding up his thrusting. "I got it..." Trent was panting, "when... I..." Trent's breath was ragged, his body getting tenser "discovered...." Trent started moaning, almost gasping, "that... I... was...OOOO.. fuck... that i was poz" Trent let out, as cum erupted from his cock and into Matt's guts. Trent could see the warning lights in Matt head as his eyes went wide. "Your profile says you are neg!" "I never updated it, but I stopped taking it. Too many side effects for me. I got pozzed up a few months after that I think. Plus I think you wanted a poz load." He reached down and felt Matt's cock through his jockstrap, which was rock hard, the head popping out through the side, leaking pre. "Fuck," Matt thought, "he's right." "I bet this is the hottest sex you've ever had boy. Clearly you like taking poz loads or your cock wouldn't be rock fucking hard," Trent said. "Now look, you're free. Free from fear, able to take any load from any cock. Be the hot cumdump faggot you were meant to be." Matt's head was spinning. He knew Trent was right. But images kept flashing through his mind, of him, his teammates, other people from school, his parents, knowing that he was marked now. Part of a brotherhood of barebackers, proud poz men. He had seen the sites, images on tumblr, of proud poz men. Deep downing knowing this was what he wanted the entire time but just couldn't admit to himself. Beyond all that though, he knew right know that he had to have more cock. "Now," Trent sat down next to Matt, cum leaking out of his hole, "what do you say?" "I want more cock sir." "You perfect fucking faggot. And what about my poz load?" "Thank you for pozzing me sir; I'm a dirty cumdump who deserves to be pozzed up." "Yes you are boy, and your night is not even close to over. I'm taking you to get way more loads. After all, we need to make sure my DNA gets into your blood." Trent went into his bag. Matt saw him take out a syringe. It was a prepared point. Matt knew it was going to go in his arm, so he was a little surprised when he saw Trent put it in his arm, and pull the plunger. But then, Trent removed the point from his arm. "Now boy, this will guarantee that you get my bug in your blood. It's a mix of crystal meth and my blood. You can't have one with out the other. And I want you to beg for it." Matt wanted that point in his arm so bad. "Please sir, give me your toxic blood. Get my addicted to T." Trent found a vein, pulled back on the plunger, saw the red vial get a shade darker and then pushed down on the plunger. He saw Matt's pupils dilate, heard his breathing go ragged. Practically seeing the rush. He pulled Matt's arm up, and told Matt to cough. Matt was flying, freaked out, feeling amazing, the thought of Trent's toxic blood in his getting him hard. After letting Matt settle down, Trent told him to get dressed. "Let's go faggot. Time for you to take more AIDS cock." Trent pulled Matt to him, kissed him deeply, grabbed his gear bag, and lead Matt to out of his apartment, closing the door behind him. Then, he lead Matt to his car.

I think the answer is "don't cum". Get yourself in chastity if that would help.

The day I tested poz I was so turned on. I went to the bathhouse and unloaded in 3 or 4 cumdumps.

That piss video he did in bed with his buddy Dillon that's everywhere on the web - fuck, I think I've shot as much cum to that as he did piss. Goddam sweet.

doubt means don't, I always say. sounds to me like your mind isn't ready for what your body wants. take your time, don't stress about it, and don't let anybody talk you into playing raw if you don't want to. you might also need a 'Netflix and chill' buddy, someone you could talk to about it, and proceed slowly in a mutually affectionate, pressure-free way. then eventually, you might work your way up to taking an OraQuick together, and seeing if that makes you more comfortable. maybe you top him bare, and that might make you ready to receive. or not.

So I met up with a trans woman today with a fantastic 8 inch long and very thick rock hard cock... she fucked me raw and bred me no less than 3 times in in over and hour of incredible fucking.... I have RARELY been fucked harder or better. I am sore and full in the best way possible

10 fold! Knowing my cock can pump cum that will infect, destroy and collapse a boi's body with my aids babies gets me hard and breeding non stop. Spread the bug, submit to my cum and aids waste into oblivion

Over the years I have found myself in situations of blackmail, usually with the mailer making me do even more degrading things, to stop him either posting photos or videos online or emailing friends and family. I have realised over the years I get more and more thrill over it to the point where i almost willingly get myself into trouble i love to know what blackmail experiences other people have had or put people through

Part 2 I lay on the bed, my torn yoga pants now completely soaked with my own sissy juice, piss, and toxic Black Seed, my once-tight sissyhole now a gaping, ruined pussy, dripping with the piss and vial loads of the four horse-hung thugs, and all I could think about was how much I needed to feel Jake's impossibly huge slab of meat filling me up, stretching my sensitive sissycunt to the absolute max and planting his monstrous unmedicated Poz load 14" deep into my fertile womb. Jake approached my twitching gaped sluthole with a huge booTy bump made from the jar of Toxic cum and Tina Piss with a nice big rock of meth mixed in for good measure. "I took the liberty of crushing up a few X pills and adding them to our little cocktail here for you" Jake said "Once this baby starts to kick in you won't know what planet you're on for the next few days!" I pushed myself up onto my knees, feeling Clarence and Jamal rip what was left of my yoga pants off me, leaving only my ripped and dripping wet panties and garter/stocking combo exposed, my freshly waxed legs and bubble-butt shining from the sweat, piss and cum that covered me. Bubbles of piss and jizz mixed drooled from my sissy ass, the extreme fucking I had just received making it gape on it's own, my muscles too exhausted to clench and keep it all inside where it belonged. Jake had rigged up a fat buttplug with an enema tube with the huge Toxic booTy bump, and he used the slippery mess leaking from my ass to assist in the insertion of the big silicon toy. The plug itself must have been massive, almost 9" in circumference, getting close to the size of Jake's Shaft, the head of his monster exceeding the insane 3" diameter shaft. With a twist and a push I felt the plug pop into my hole, settling nicely against my P spot, the pressure causing my clitty to once again begin it's constant stream of gurlcum to flow. Clarence took notice of the amount that was seeming to flow endlessly from my gurlcock, and quickly stretched a condom over my sissy clitty and hairless balls. "This will collect any of your sissy juices for later use bitch, plus, I can't have you leaking all over my good sheets!" "Oh thank you Daddy, I hope you have something truly filthy planned for my gurlcum" I moaned as Jake began to squeeze the hot chemmed up mixture into my already ravaged guts. All the little tears and abrasions in my ass offered multiple avenues for the Poz Seed and the drugs to enter my bloodstream, so the effect of such a strong concoction was instantly apparent. My ass instantly began throbbing with wave after wave of pure sissy bliss, the Tina causing me to clench my pussyhole over and over again on the fat silicon plug, causing the Cum and piss to flow inside me with ease, seeping deeper and deeper, relaxing the muscles of my second ring and getting my hole nice and sloppy for what I was sure was going to be the fucking of a lifetime! Once My ass had drained the whole mixture my belly was so full of Cum and Drugged up piss it looked like I could be pregnant with the Seed of all these Black Gods. The X was starting to take effect and I knew it, Every little movement caused the plug to rub my prostate, eliciting a fresh moan from my lips and a fresh spurt of gurl juice into the condom that was quickly filling up; at this rate Clarence might need to get a fresh one on me so I don't overflow this one and risk wasting precious juices. My mind was completely consumed with the thought of Jake sliding his massive fuckstick in to the hilt, and I made sure to let my friends know how badly I needed to feel him inside me. "Oh fuck! My pussy is on fire! Please Jake, destroy my tight little sissy fuckhole! Fill me with every inch of your big fat horsecock and don't stop till you breed my ass full of your unmedicated Poz cum!" I begged, rocking my hips back and forth against the huge throbbing cunt-destroyer that Jake called his cock. Not wanting to tease me any longer, Clarence told me to get ready, and with a loud POP! the enema plug slipped out of my wrecked ass. I wasn't willing to let even a drop of the magic mixture of Seed and Drugs escape my pussy, so I tensed my hole as the plug popped free so as not to spill any. Jake had already lubed his monster shaft with his special T lube, and began rubbing the length of his veiny uncut fuckstick against my sensitive cunt, slapping my hole with his heavy meat, causing jolts of pleasure to shoot through my body. I felt him grip my smooth asscheeks and spread my hole wide, lining his gigantic hooded mushroom head up with my eager hole. "I bet you been waiting your whole life for this moment, haven't you slut? You always dreamed of meeting a stud who could truly own your sissy cunt and make you feel like a real bitch, isn't that right you little skank?" I could only whimper and moan inaudible variations of " Oh God" and " Please fuck me" over and over again, my brain totally lost in the orgasmic bliss that came from just feeling his shaft rubbing and teasing my cunt. That was all the answer Jake needed, and I felt him begin to push the huge tip of his destroyer into my ass. The rediculous hard pounding and intense preparation my hole had undergone thoughout the night allowed the head of his cock to start it's way in, slowly stretching the battered ring of muscle that had once been a tight sissyhole. With one big push I felt the head and first 6 or 7 inches burst inside me, causing me to let out a scream of pleasure that sounded deliciously feminine and completely whoreish "OH YESSSSS DADDY!!!! FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP UNTIL YOU BREED MY SLUTTY SISSY CUNT!!!!" Jake needed no further encouragement to start working his monster cock deep into me. Jamal took up a position in front of me, rubbing the copious amounts of yummy toxic precum all over my face before grabbing my head and starting in on my throat. My hands easily found the hard cocks of Clarence and Billy and I began to work the thick hunks of fuckmeat as Jake increased the pace of his pounding. By this time, the Tina and X had my sissy ass hungry to take anything and everything, so it wasn't long before Jake's fat mushroom tip was working it's way into my second ring, his cock buried almost 10" inside me and I could tell he wasn't stopping anytime soon Billy blew a thick cloud of Tina smoke in my face as Jamal and Clarence help fresh poppers under my nose, the combination sending me over the edge. My ass opened up completely, the second ring of muscle giving way to the massive intruder that was Jake the Snake, and I felt the Horse-Sized fuckstick of this Beautiful Black Breeder slide in those last few delicious inches and his huge cum-filled balls come to a rest against my smooth little sissycunt. "OOOOOHHHHHH YESSSSSS!!!!!" the moan somehow escaped past the beer can thickness of Jamal's dripping shaft as Jake slid home, signaling the big fucker that he was now free to go buck wild. "This bitch's cunt will never be the same fellas!" Jake declared "It's gonna take at least two of you guys in her at once to even come close to satisfying this greedy slut's cunt when I'm finished." And with those final words, Jake began his destruction of a once innocent little sissy. I tried to keep up on the cocks of the other guys I had been pleasuring, but as Jake began to piston is fuckstick in and out of me I lost all coordination and could concentrate on absolutely nothing else. My entire universe was his cock, I was lost, floating in an endless sea of pleasure as his monstrous mushroom head popped in and out of my second ring, his cock withdrawing almost completely each time, only to be thrust back to the hilt with every stoke. The X was really causing my clitty to drip, so Clarence quickly swapped out the now-full condom of sissyjuice for a fresh one. Every vein on Jake's huge dick felt like it was massaging all the previous toxic cumloads they guys had bred me with into the walls of my sissy cunt, deliciously obscene slurping and squishing sounds came from my overstuffed hole as it was rammed again and again with slowly increasing speed, Every once in a while my now loose fuckhole allowing a spurt of the juices that had been pumped into my ass to leak out, witch Jake naturally used to lube his massive pole as he stretched the limits of my hungry asscunt. I felt cock sliding in deeper than I ever thought possible, my pussy pushing out to take his meat deeper every time he thrust into me, and greedily sucking his cock as he pulled out between strokes. "Oh shit, this little cunt is one hot fuck!" Jake gasped as he enjoyed the feeling of my pussy trying to milk the load from his oversized nuts "I can feel this sissy's asspussy trying to pull me in deeper every time I slide in!" "I think that means she's craving your nutt bro" Billy chimed in, his own cock beginning to drip and twitch, feeling the sweet jizz bubble up from his balls. My natural sissy instinct warned me of the loads about to spurt, so I swallowed the mouthful of Jamal's sweet precum and opened my mouth wide. My stroking increased in speed and Jamal took advantage of my outstretched tongue to work his own load up from his still-full balls. Due to the extremely lewd scene that the six of us made up, It wasn't more than a minute later that Jamal, Billy, and Clarence all let out moans of exctasy and I felt thick gooey ropes of Black Seed erupt onto my face and into my waiting mouth! Each of my studs had already blown more than a few loads already, but their balls never seemed to get any emptier, and the thick white ropes of sperm were as plentiful as always. Naturally the combination of all three cocks shooting simultaniously created quite a mess on my face, so I was truly thankful when Tyrone stepped forward and used his throbbing 10" member to scoop any jizz that had missed my mouth into it, completely filling it up, and making my cheeks bulge. My tongue swirled the toxic mix around in my mouth, helping me to savor the sweet taste of Black Seed before I gulped the whole mouthful down and licked my lips, trying to make sure there wasn't a single wasted drop. "Let's spit roast this little fucktoy and fill her up from both ends Jake!" Tyrone exclaimed, quickly filling the empty cock-slot that was my greedy mouth. "Aight bud, seeing this little cunt take all those hot Poz loads with my cock buried all the way inside her was enough to get me to the edge!" Jake grunted between hard thrusts, each stroke allowing the full length of his 14x3" anaconda to slide almost all the way out before slamming balls deep again. "Imma breed this worthless cunt!" As Jake doubled the pace of his merciless pounding Tyrone matched his pace easily, making me gag and choke as his veiny shaft pistoned in and out of my throat, ribbons of spit and precum dripped from my mouth and chin as I completely surrendered myself to the invading fucksticks. Then, all at once I felt Tyrone's dick twitch and swell, his balls convulsed and pulsated as he began to feed me his delicious Seed. He pumped the hot sticky sperm directly into my throat, giving me no choice but to gulp and suck down his load as fast as I could. It was at this moment, as I was struggling to handle the copious torrents of Hot Sperm being blasted down my throat that Jake let out a huge moan and he began to shudder. His monster cock was thrust in as far as he could force it, the full 14" of meat buried in the twitching pulsing mess that had once been my ass. His balls began to throb and I could feel the first wave of semen slowly work it's way down his urethra, his already massively thick shaft getting thicker with the thick milky cum working its way down to the the engorged mushroom head and finally bursting forth into the deepest recesses of my sissycunt His cum was unusually hot, likely due to the massive viral load of his unmedicated Seed, and it burned as he pumped it into me. His cock just kept pulsing, each new throb bringing with it a fresh wave of his Poz cum, Each spurt from those oversized balls feeling like a full load. I lost count of how many times his fuckshaft spasmed inside me after the first dozen, It felt like I was getting another giant booTy bump he came so much! My stomach was again bloated with the sheer amount of toxic jizz that Jake pumped into me. The intense feelings of such a brutal breeding session were enough to send me over the edge one last time, and I felt my sissy clitty spurt what I was sure was every last drop of gurlcum I had left in my feeble little sissy balls, filling the second condom up to the brim. "Oh God... Oh God..." was all I could manage to say as I lay there with Jake's still hard cock throbbing gently in my ass, still fully inserted in my hole. "I better work this load in real good, make sure this little sissy cunt is gonna get pregnant with my Poz Babies" Jake panted, and slowly he began to grind the base of his shaft against my bruised and broken asshole, the gigantic hooded mushroom head ground into my hyper-sensitive inner fuckhole. He continued to work the massive flood of gooey cock juice into the battered walls of my cunt with firm, shallow thrusts, allowing this bump-and-grind process to ensure that his Poz Seed would take hold in my fertile ass, knocking me up with his toxic children. For good measure, once Jake's cock began to soften Clarence was sure to plug up the gaping stretched out hole with another fat toy the second Jake's Big Black Snake finally popped free. I was so totally drained from the intense ordeal I had just had the good fortune to experience that I didn't even notice when they boys lifted me up and laid me out on my own little sissy bed that Clarence had prepared for me, all cutesy and pink with fluffy blankets and stuffed animals. I still had the presence of mind to open wide when the five of them gathered around my bed to shower me with their Chemmed-up Tina piss, and I swallowed every drop that I could catch, allowing the rest to soak into my now shredded lingerie, content to let their strong scented piss to soak into my new bed, soaking into the pillows and sheets, the stuffed animals quickly becoming pissmops for the endless rain of Drug-laced urine. As I drifted into the sweet bliss that only such a brutal fuckfest could provide I breathed deeply of the overpowering musk of Piss, Cum, and Big Black Cock and drifted into unconsciousness as my Harem of Horse-hung studs stroked their cocks to one final climax, covering my exposed flesh and the puffy red rosebud of my asshole with their Seed. I couldn't wait to see what tomorrow had in store for me!

Gave a load last night to a cute femme little latin boy in a bathhouse in Philly... fucked him a little in the gloryhole area then we took it to a public room with a large fuck table in the middle... he asked me to put on a condom, I said I'd rather not to which he smiled and bent over. I pounded him nice and hard and he had a marvelous ass. His Asian friend sat across the room and watched while I nailed him hard. Bred him fairly quickly as I had been there a while and gotten a number of BJ's. His friend gave me a smile and I think wanted a turn but I was spent. I was feeling the need to get my ass used well tonight and BBRT came thru again. I saw the ad of a guy who was traveling in from Mormon country (Utah). I had seen him about 6 months ago and knew he could fuck me good. I hit him up but no answer for a couple hours... then just as I had given up hope and was preparing for a quick self love session, he shot me a message and told me to hurry to his hotel... 45 min later I was taking his rock hard cock. he fucked me good and hard for about 30 minutes and then shot a huge load in me and REALLY worked it in. I still have a good amount of it in my guts. We both had early mornings so it was one and done... I hope he is in town again soon!

Note: Hope to get part 12 up later tonight to catch up a bit on the story. Part 11: Interlude - Plans Over Coffee Michael: Michael tried not to stare. He took a sip of his coffee to try to hide his shock. Scott hated Viktor. He was sure of it. His friend had never made any secret of it. So why were the two of them sitting across the coffee shop table draped over each other like lovers? And the two acted as if there was nothing strange. As if their romance was the most expected thing in the world. It was as if the world had gone mad. Topsy turvy. It made no sense. But then what did these days? He was Michael Fucking Christian. Not two months ago, the world was his oyster. A man who other men craved, who could pull without so much as a snap of his fingers. But look at him now. He felt tired… no, not just tired. Exhausted. Burnt out. He hadn’t been sleeping well. And he hated his reflection. He looked as though he had aged five years (if not more) in those two months. The grey hair at his temples was noticeable even with his blond hair. His skin dry, starting to wrinkle, no matter what he did. His workouts not delivering the same results. And then there was what had happened with David. No! He wouldn’t think about that. He still didn’t know what had happened. It was a one time thing. A fluke. But every time he thought about it, he could feel that cock in his mouth. Taste the cum. And his dick would get hard. Like now. And, just another bit of strangeness, he didn’t think Scott had really seen what was happening to him. Scott’s eyes, like the eyes of virtually all men, just seemed to slide off him most of the time. Not really noticing him. Viktor, on the other hand, had noticed. There was something in his eyes when he looked at Michael now. Awareness. Pity maybe. “So.. um…good to see you both.” “It’s been a crazy autumn. Can’t believe it’s almost Christmas.” Scott said with a smile, glancing at Viktor. “And I’ve got the best present imaginable.” Michael wanted to gag. But he forced a smile. He wasn’t sure what annoyed him more: Scott not really looking at him anymore or his friends being so happy while he was so miserable. It was a relief when the two men finished their coffee and had to rush off somewhere. Together. They seemed joined at the hip. His phone rang. He glanced at the screen and quickly took the call. “Hey, Seb!” “Hey, gorgeous. How are you doing?” “Better now that I’m talking to you.” And it was true. Seb always did brighten his day. When Seb called it meant they would be fucking soon. “Flatterer. Just wondering if you want to meet up this week?” “Would love to, but have to go out of town this afternoon on business.” “Unfortunate. Where are you headed?” Michael told him. “That’s not too far. I could meet you there.” “That sounds good to me.” Michael paused, old doubts about Seb returning. “But I don’t want to be any trouble.” “Not a problem to me.” Seb paused. “In fact, that gives me a great idea. There is a good bathhouse there. Let’s meet there.” Michael frowned. Despite his doubts, he was relieved the Seb wanted him — he was so horny — but he didn’t want to go to the bathhouse. Not the way he looked now. He wanted Seb all to himself. But he couldn’t tell Seb no. Other than the one encounter with David in the gym, Seb was the only man who would look at him. Not that he blamed them. Michael knew he looked a wreck. And Seb was so beautiful, so vibrant. Such a hot man but so mature for someone his age. And the other man’s sex drive? Fucking hell. He was insatiable. Michael craved the other man’s attentions. The last thing he needed was Seb getting bored with him. So he tried to sound upbeat when he replied. “Sure… that sounds great.”

Part 7: Interlude - A Lazy Day Michael: Michael Christian rolled over in his bed. It was light outside. His mobile phone was buzzing. He glanced at the time. 2:00 PM. What a fucking night. His body ached. His muscles felt like jelly. He felt like someone had shoved a straw in his spine and sucked all the life out of him… in a good way. That fuck was his best workout in weeks. The phone vibrated again. Michael forced himself to look at the phone again. Text messages. About 20 of them. Most from Scott. “Where are you?”, “We’re supposed to meet at the gym at noon”, “What’s going on?”, “You ok?” And so on. Michael tossed the phone aside. He dragged himself out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. He twisted the tap. Cold water. He splashed his face. Then looked up. And stared into the mirror. Was that more grey hair? His face grey as well, his skin dry. Wrinkled. He had always looked younger than his age but now, if anything he looked older. He looked, in a word, like shit. “I’m just dehydrated.” He told himself. He needed some water or juice or something. He wandered out of the bathroom. Passing by the bed, he stopped... and lowered himself to the mattress. Just for a minute he told himself. He would lay down for just a minute…. And Michael drifted back off to sleep. Scott: Scott knocked on Michael’s door. Sure, he was worried… but more than anything he was just annoyed. It wasn’t like this was the first time Michael had pulled a “no show” on him but he usually texted within a couple hours with an insincere apology. It was nearly 4 PM now and they were supposed to meet at the gym at noon. He heard movement inside. Some approaching the door. Slowly. Finally the door opened. “Hey, Scott.” Michael greeted him. Scott tried not to stare at his friend as he entered the apartment. He had never seen Michael look like this. Was that grey hair at his temples? And just a hint of crows feet around his eyes? Michael was dressed only in a pair of skimpy underwear that did little to hide his cock. The cock that Scott had wanted to see for so long… Scott frowned. This wasn’t the time for that. He forced his eyes away from his friend’s highly packed shorts. “Are you ok?” “Yeah, I’m good. Just a bit tired.” Michael admitted as he stepped back to let Scott in. “Well, I’ve been worried about you.” Scott tried to hide his irritation. He knew he wasn’t succeeding. “You didn’t show up at the gym and we were supposed to meet 4 hours ago.” “Four hours ago? Fuck. Sorry… like I said just feeling tired.” Scott sighed. “Well, let me get you some juice or something.” Michael nodded. “Have orange juice in the fridge.” “Ok. Lay down on the couch. I’ll be right back.” Scott snuck one last longing glance at the bulging package. Bulging! Michael’s cock was at least half hard. Viktor had often made little comments about that dick, how it tasted, and how it felt. Scott had been avoiding the Romanian recently. Every time Viktor was around Scott felt ill at ease. That night with David, calling out Viktor’s name, haunted him. He hadn’t told anyone, of course, he would never live it down. Yet every time he thought about Viktor, he felt a certain emptiness. Longing. No. That was silly. He didn’t even like Viktor… Right? Michael: Michael watched Scott leave the room. He was glad his friend was here. He wasn’t sick. Just tired. So very tired. He had noticed Scott’s eyes wandering to his crotch of course. He smiled in spite of his misery. He adjusted his package. It seemed impossible but he was getting hard in spite of how he felt. He needed to get off. To cum again. Maybe he should stretch out a bit. Let Scott get a good view when he came back. Scott had always wanted a closer look at his cock. Maybe he should just give it to him. Let him look. Touch. Taste. Maybe he would plow his buddy’s ass. He knew Scott would go for it. ‘What does Scott’s cock look like?’ He wondered. He had seen Scott in the gym showers but that was with a soft cock… so didn’t really count. ‘How did it look hard?’ No. That wasn’t right. He didn’t care about cocks. He was a top. He liked men for their mouths and asses. Holes to be used. He was just horny, that’s all. So fucking horny. He needed a hole to fuck now like he had fucked Seb last night. Seb. “Oh, did you know that Greg and Tommy are officially back together?” Scott said, walking back in with juice. “What? Again?” Michael laughed. Michael closed his eyes. It was nice to have Scott here but he wished it was Seb. Seb sucking him. Seb riding his cock. Maybe he should call him after Scott went home?

Part 6: Draining Michael: Michael sat, alone. His fingers tapping the desk. In the three weeks since Halloween, since that late night encounter in the park, he had not hooked up once. On Halloween night he told himself it was just a fluke. For a few days after that, he convinced himself it was just a dry spell. Now he was worried. Tonight, again, he had sat alone in a club and not one man had tried to catch his eye. Hell, as far as he could tell not one man had given him more than a glance. And he was horny. Well. He was always horny. But he seemed even more so recently. It had taken a few days but he had managed to drag himself back into the gym. But he was just going through the motions. He just didn’t seem to have much energy. He stood. Walked into the bedroom and opened the dresser by the bed. He pulled out the scrap of paper. The paper with a phone number written on it. Seb’s number. It wasn’t the first time he had thought about calling. But he was horny tonight. Very horny. He picked up the phone. Dialled. Listened to the phone ring at the other end. Again. Again. He was about to hang up when the line picked up. “Hello?” “Hey, Seb. This is Michael. From… um.. from Halloween.” “Michael. Good to hear from you. I was just thinking of you.” “Just wondering what you are up to tonight.” “Not much. Looking for mischief.” “Mischief sounds fun. Come over, we can make some.” “Give me your address.” Michael did. After he hung up, he sat on the bed looking at the phone. The truth was he wasn’t that excited to hook up with Seb again. And he wasn’t sure why. The guy had given what was probably the best blowjob Michael had ever received. And Michael had face-fucked too many guys to count. But if Michael had not been so horny, and Seb had not been so clear about wanting to get fucked, Michael would not have called. Twenty minutes later and the doorbell rang. Michael took a deep sigh, put on his best smile, and opened the door. Seb slipped inside. The door was barely closed and Seb had his lips pressed to Michael’s. Despite his reluctance for the encounter, Michael found himself kissing back. His tongue parting the other man’s lips and into his mouth. Tongues intertwining. Cocks hard. Shirts tossed. Belts unfastened. Jeans discarded. Bodies together. Hands groping. Breath ragged. Both men were only in their underwear. Seb gently pushed Michael back to lean against a wall, then slowly dropped to his knees. His lips now focused on the bulge in Michael’s briefs. Michael looked down at the other man, so focused on his cock, and - for the first time in weeks - felt almost like his normal self. Michael watched as the other man, clad only in a black jockstrap, worshipped his dick. Seb’s mouth caressed the hard cock. His tongue tracing it’s shape. His saliva seeping through the thin fabric of the briefs. His fingers sliding them down and off. His mouth returning to the hard cock. His hot, wet mouth engulfing the head. Fuck! This felt so good. But Michael was not looking for another blow job. He reached down and pulled the older man up and turned him towards the bedroom. Seb did not protest. Their lips found each other again. Bodies sinking down to the bed. Michael on his back. His dick - hard, aching - like a dagger growing from his crotch. Seb straddled Michael’s hips. A knee to either side. His ass sinking slowly. His hole touching the tip of the cock beneath him. His eyes locked with Michael’s. And he slowly slid down. Impaling himself. Michael smiled. The slut hadn’t even mentioned a condom. Michael didn’t care; he needed this fuck. His eyes rolled back in his head. Seb’s tight ring gripped him as it descended. He had fucked raw before — it was the bottom’s job to take reasonable precautions after all. And, truth be told, Seb’s ass was amazing. The last thing Michael wanted was the condom blocking this sensation. Seb slid up and down on the hard shaft. Slowly sinking deeper each time he descended. His hole flexed, sending shivers of pleasure through Michael’s body. His eyes looked on Michael’s face, his every expression. Speeding up his motions to increase intensity and then slowing to prolong Michael’s pleasure. Michael felt his groin press against the older man’s groin. The bastard had taken all 10 inches without breaking a sweat and didn’t even pause for a breath. Seb still hovered above and rode Michael’s cock at his own pace. Michael wanted to shift position, to get control of the situation. To get Seb on all fours so he could mount him and remind him who was top. But he could’t seem to get the leverage. Or even bring himself to say anything. So he was trapped, barely able to move, while the other man rode him at his own pace and in near complete control of the fuck. The best Michael could manage was to grip the other’s hips to try to control the pace. Michael hadn’t been in another man’s ass in weeks. He wanted to cum. But Seb kept slowing down every time he got close. It was so frustrating. But Michael couldn’t really complain. Seb’s hole was as talented as his throat had been in the park toilet. And he knew how to work Michael’s cock. The motions, the sensations, the rhythms became almost hypnotic. Seb moving up and down. Michael’s cock sliding in and out. Pressure to cum building, then ebbing, then building. But every second sent new pleasures reverberating through Michael’s body. And still they fucked. Michael’s muscles relaxed even as the sensations continued. Their eyes were locked and Michael couldn’t bring himself to look away. He didn’t even notice himself stop trying to roll Seb over onto all fours. Time had no meaning. Just his cock, the other man’s hole, the euphoria, and the eyes. Michael didn’t even notice as his muscles tightened, as his balls drew up, as his breath grew ragged, as his hands instinctively clenched. Then his dick erupted inside the ravenous hole. As the first wave of his orgasm hit, he was suddenly aware of everything again. His hips bucked up to drive his cock deeper. Wave after wave. His cum gushing. Three weeks worth of sexual frustration poured out into the tight hole. Filling it, making it slick. Michael’s body shuddered. Every nerve in his body tingled. His muscles reverberated as if an explosion had been set off in a confined space. His mouth open in a silent moan. His muscles so tight they were cramping. Then, suddenly, relaxed. He sank bank into the bed. Unable to move. Exhausted. Drained. But Seb didn’t stop. The older man kept riding. Not letting Michael’s cock grow soft. Working his hole up and down the shaft. Shifting in subtle ways. Slightly different positions. His hole clenching one moment — gripping tight - and the next relaxed and open. Sinking balls deep, raising just off the tip. Back down. Again and again. Always in control. Always controlling every motion. Michael’s cock was feeling sore. He wanted to stop but couldn’t seem to form the words. And so the fuck continued. Michael felt the frenzy building this time. He was going to cum again. Building. Building. Building. And then…. Rapture. If anything his second orgasm was more intense than his first. He ached. Every muscle screaming for this to stop. His cock sore from the friction. Had he been able to think, perhaps he would have wondered why he was so drained after only cumming twice. Just a few months ago he had hooked up with a hot Aussie couple and had fucked each of them three or four times. But the thought never even occurred to him. And still Seb didn’t stop. Still riding. Still working. Determined. Merciless. His attention focused on Michael like a laser. Michael managed to glance at the clock. Oh fuck. They had been going non-stop for nearly two and a half hours. His cock ached, the skin raw. Every time Seb moved it was waves of pain now that shuddered around his body. A strange sound filled the room. A low moan. Whining. Wretched. Pathetic. With effort, Michael looked around but there were only the two of them there. And it wasn’t coming from Seb. No. It was coming from somewhere deep within himself. No! It wasn’t possible. He couldn’t make a sound like that. But he was. Seb was still watching him. Smiling. But there was something venomous in that smile. Something triumphant. “Give me what I want.” Seb said. The first words either of them had said in hours. “Succumb. Surrender.” Michael couldn’t reply. He just looked up with that pitiful moan still emanating from within him. “Can you feel it?” Seb asked without pausing his motions. “Can you feel yourself ebbing? Fading? Doesn’t it feel good? Don’t you just want to submit to it. Find where it leads you? A whole new experience for you?” And Michael could feel it. The room was dimming. His vision growing dark. But his cock still hard. Rearing towards another orgasm. Oh fuck. Almost there again. Oh. Fuck! So close. OH! FUCK! Here it comes! Michael never even felt his dick erupt for the third time. The darkness descended. He never felt his cum erupt over and over again. And over. And over.

My boyfriend and I met Miguel on Manhunt about 4 years ago. Awesome top, nice body, with a big uncut cock. The first couple times he came over, he fucked both of us—once he dumped his load into my boyfriend, the second time to me—but he barely said two words. His screen name...well, I probably shouldn’t say it here, but let’s just say it was a clever, very masculine way of implying he had a big dick and wasn’t verbal. At some point I set to work on making him more verbal, and by the time I was done, he had become by far the best verbal top I’ve ever been with. I brought out a mean streak in him you wouldn’t believe. He could crush me into total submission in 30 seconds, whether I was high or sober. He knew exactly how to push my buttons, and then he’d hit them with a fucking sledgehammer. He came over a few more times, getting more and more into it each time. He’d make me worship his thick 9.5” uncut cock, say nasty things to me, then make me watch as he fucked the ass off my boyfriend and blew a monster load inside him. I tried to take video once, but he angrily slapped the camera out of my hand. I should have hidden the damn camera. It turned out he’s only into 1 on 1; we’re the only ones he ever did a 3-way with. The only reason he did it with us was he couldn’t resist fucking my boyfriend’s gorgeous bubble butt. After a few times with us, he realized he was in control and we’d do anything he wanted. So one night when we were partying, I texted him, begging him to come over, but instead he made me drive my boyfriend over to his place and sit in the car waiting while they fucked in his apartment. He called me and put his phone on speaker so I could hear the whole thing. He even fucked my boyfriend standing up against the window so I could see from a distance. It was early morning, just getting light out, so nobody walked by, but I don’t know if any of the neighbors could see. I kind of hoped someone else was watching. That happened a few more times, but he had me send my boyfriend over while I stayed home alone, undoubtedly so he could spend more time fucking him. One time he sent my boyfriend home with two loads inside him, and texted me telling me to suck the cum out. Oh my fucking god, was there a lot of cum. About 3 hours after that he texted me, ordering ME to come over. He fucked the shit out of me, while telling me all about how much my boyfriend loved getting fucked by him. It was SO fucking hot! Unfortunately my boyfriend is a little uncomfortable talking to me about how good another guy fucks him—he doesn’t really get why I’m so turned on by being humiliated—so I could never get all the juicy details out of him. The last time I saw Miguel was a little over a year ago. I was at work and we started texting each other. I don’t remember, but I’m sure I was the one who texted him first. Within a half hour, he had me so worked up that I was literally BEGGING him to let me come over and pay him $300 (my idea, not his) to verbally abuse me, make fun of my small dick, and fuck me. (He’s not a pro, never was.) Before he agreed, he made me take a picture of three $100 bills next to my “baby dick” and send it to him. Man, when this guy goes to work on you, you’ll do ANYTHING he wants. I got three hundreds from the bank, came back to work and went to the bathroom to take the picture. For good measure I doused my cock in cold water to make it as small as possible. A short wave of panic came over me as I snapped the picture. What the fuck am I doing? I can’t afford this! I clicked SEND. “good boy. leave work NOW. be here in 30 min” Shit! I hadn’t expected that. Still, an order is an order. I made a lame excuse, left work three hours early and was at his door just in time. I was trembling in fear and excitement as he let me in. There were some contractors there just finished with some work on his place, getting ready to leave. Miguel pointed at the couch and said “sit there.” I sat there and waited obediently for about 15 minutes, not saying a word, as the workers got their stuff together and left. Nervous and still trembling, I tried to look “normal” in front of the workers. Miguel was talking to them, ignoring me completely. After they left, I thought he might say “Sorry about that” or something. He didn’t. He told me to stand up. Then he told me to strip down to my underwear, stand in the corner and wait for him. “Yes Sir,” I whispered. He left me standing there for a good 10 minutes; I could hear him doing some things around his place. I didn’t know or care what he was doing, I just stood there as I was told, feeling very exposed. Miguel came back in the room, still fully dressed. Seeing that I had obeyed him, he said “Good boy.” He walked toward me and stopped a few feet away, just standing there. I started trembling harder. My heart was racing, I could feel it pounding in my throat. After a few seconds, I looked down at the bulge in his pants and found I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “Yeah?” he said softly, gently grabbing his crotch. “You want this?” “Yes, sir,” I whispered with shaky breath. “Come here.” I approached him, still looking at his bulge. “Look at me.” I obeyed, knowing that he could see the look of desire and terror in my eyes. “Now get on your knees. “ I dropped down and his bulge was directly in front of my face. I leaned toward it and he said “Don’t move.” He started rubbing his crotch and his bulge immediately started getting bigger, just a few inches from my face. Teasing me. My eyes were locked onto it. I didn’t move. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down a few inches. I could see the thickening shaft of his cock in his briefs. He squeezed it and rubbed it. I kept getting thicker. My breath hitched. “What’s this?” He said, giving it another squeeze. He spoke quietly, his voice deep and very masculine. “A big beautiful cock,” I whispered. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said. “Your cock anywhere near this big?” “NO sir!” “Yeah, I know. I can tell right now how small it is.” His words were slow and deliberate. He was in complete control and he knew it. I didn’t move, I just knelt there in front of him, my eyes on the outline of his cock, hands at my sides, awaiting his next orders. “You wanna see what a REAL man’s cock looks like?” “YES sir!” I whispered loudly, with no attempt to hide the desperation in my voice. “Please let me see your big dick, sir!” He pulled his briefs down enough to let his thick, beautiful cock swung out, just a couple inches from my mouth. It was almost all the way hard. I let out a gasp. I resisted the urge to just attack it and suck like crazy. Instead, I started to move my face toward it to see if he’d let me keep going. “No. Stay there.” He grabbed it and started stroking. It was fully hard now and I could see precum already glistening on the tip. He stroked it with long, smooth strokes. Up and down the shaft. Up and down. Then he started to work on me. “Yeah, take a goooood look at that big dick, boy.” Stroke. Stroke. “You’ll NEVER have a cock like this.” Stroke. Stroke. I was mesmerized by the big uncut dick right in front of me. “You’re stuck with that worthless little baby dick.” Oh, fuck....here we go. Do it, stud. Hurt me. “You know that, don’t you boy?” “Yes Sir,” I whispered weakly. Everything he said hit me like a slug in the gut. He spoke very quietly, knowing his words were crushing me. “Yeah, boy. Your pathetic little cock can never compare to this.” Stroke. Stroke. “That’s why your boyfriend comes here...he needs a REAL man to fuck him.” Oof! That one literally knocked the wind out of me—I could hardly breathe. I started shaking and almost doubled over. He chuckled. “You know that, don’t you boy?” “Y-yes...Sir...” I managed to get out, in a barely audible whisper. I was almost hyperventilating. Stroke. Stroke. “That’s right. Your boyfriend comes here when he needs a man who can satisfy him.” That felt like a kick to the stomach. It was mean. It was abusive. And it was true. Stroke. Stroke. “Right, boy?” “Yes, Sir.” Stroke. Stroke. “That’s right. Your boyfriend leaves you and comes here when he needs MY big cock inside him.” Stroke. Stroke. He was relentless. “And you know he thinks about me fucking him whenever he jerks off, right, boy?” Another verbal gut-punch. “Yes sir.” “Because I have the kind of cock your boyfriend needs to satisfy him.” “Yes sir.” Then he moved in for the kill. “Because you can’t.” That one hit me like a kick in the balls. My eyes rolled back and I felt dizzy, like I’d just done a hit of strong poppers. I was having trouble breathing. “You know that boy?” “Yes...s-sir......” I whispered meekly. “That’s right. Your boyfriend needs me because you can’t satisfy him. Right, boy?” “Yes sir.” “Look at me and say it.” I looked up at him. Was he serious? “Say it,” he said more firmly. Oh, fuck... “My boyfriend...” “Yes?” “My boyfriend needs your cock, Sir.” “Fuck yeah, he does. Tell me why.” “Be...Because I can’t...satisfy....him....” I felt myself getting weaker and weaker. “That’s right. And why does he come to me?” “Because he needs a real man to fuck him.” “Good boy. It’s good that you know your place. Open your mouth.” Finally! I couldn’t have taken much more torture while being deprived of worshiping his massive cock. I opened my mouth wide, waiting for him to fill my mouth and throat. He said, “Stick out your tongue.” He squeezed his cock and, holy shit, look at all that precum gushing out. He positioned the tip right over my tongue and used it to wipe the precum off. I slurped it into my mouth and tasted it. Mmm... “Open up.” He slid his cock into my mouth as far as it could go, about halfway. I sucked on it hungrily, but couldn’t deep throat it. It was just too big. “Yeah, SUCK that big dick, boy.” He grabbed the back of my head and tried to force his cock down my throat. I gagged but he kept forcing it. Finally I choked and reflexively pulled back off it. Tears were running down my cheeks. “Too much for you, huh boy? Too bad no one will ever have that problem with you. No one will ever choke on that worthless little pindick.” “Yes sir.” I sucked on him as deep as I could. After a couple minutes he pulled out of my mouth and said “It’s nice, isn’t it?” “Yes sir! Fucking big beautiful stud cock!” “You want this inside you?” “Fuck yeah sir!” “Good little bitch. Get the money. Go in the bedroom and wait on the bed. Now.” He walked out of the room and I did as I was told. After a couple minutes he came in with a camera, started it recording and set it on the nightstand pointed at me. “Get on your hands and knees.” I obeyed. He was standing next to the bed, his cock directly in front of my face. The camera was about 3 feet away, recording only my face and his massive cock. I started sucking on it and he grabbed my head and turned it so I was looking at the camera while sucking him. I thought dimly, Oh fuck. He could totally blackmail me with this video! But I wanted him to have that power over me. I put on a show for the camera, passionately worshiping his thick hard cock, slurping up and down the entire length. “Good boy. You like that dick?” “I fuckin’ LOVE this big beautiful dick, sir!” “Yeah? And who needs this big dick more than you?” “My boyfriend needs this big dick, sir.” “What does he need?” “He needs this cock inside him.” “Why?” “He needs to get fucked by a real man, sir.” “That’s right, slut. Tell me why.” “Because I can’t satisfy him.” “Right. Because you’re a fuckin’ worthless pussy.” “Yes sir.” “Look into the camera and say it.” “I’m a fuckin’ worthless pussy with a small dick. My boyfriend needs your cock inside him. He needs a real man. You’re the stud who can give him what he needs, sir.” Now he REALLY had blackmail material on me. No turning back. I was totally humiliated on camera. He owned me now. “Good boy. Get that money.” I reached over and picked up the three hundreds off the bed, holding them in clear view of the camera. He didn’t take them. “What’s that for?” “For the privilege of worshiping your big beautiful cock, sir.” “And what else?” “To pay you to fuck my boyfriend the way he needs to get fucked.” “Good boy.” That was the answer he was looking for. He reached down and, one by one, pulled the bills from me. I felt weaker and weaker. He turned and put the bills on his dresser. “Thank you, Sir.” Somehow it felt right to thank him for completely fucking me over and humiliating me on camera. “That’s a good little bitch. Turn around.” I turned and arched my back to give him my ass, lowering to my elbows for a more submissive angle. He tossed a bottle of poppers in front of me on the bed. I took three big hits off the bottle as he lubed up, then felt him slapping that massive cock against my ass. I heard him turn the camera to record him fucking me, then felt his cock head press against my hole. Oh, fuck...here we go... The poppers kicked in and my ass yielded, just as he began to enter me. He grabbed my hips and slowly slid his big cock all the way inside me, stretching me, filling me all the way up. I surrendered my body to him—my body was his now. He began to pump in and out. “Ohhhh god,” I moaned. “SO fucking big...” Big, and thick. Painfully big and thick. And rock hard. It hurt—I wasn’t stretched out enough yet—but somehow the pain didn’t bother me. It wasn’t my body any more, he owned it, so the pain didn’t really belong to me. I let go and relished the pain as he began fucking me harder. “How’s that big dick feel, boy?” “It feels fucking GREAT, sir!” “Yeah? You like my cock inside your pussy ass?” “Fuck yeah! Please fuck me, sir!” He tightened his grip on my hips and began pounding me harder. The pain, which had begun to subside, flashed through me again. I let it. He began to work up a good rhythm and I felt his skin slapping against mine as he drilled me deep. The pain subsided as he stretched my hole open. I began to moan with each stroke: “uh....uh...uh....” I was delirious with pleasure and submission. I thought about the control he had over me: In less than two hours, he made me leave work and come to his house; degraded and emasculated me; made me humiliate myself on video; taken my money; and now I was on all fours, moaning as he fucked me doggy style with his massive cock. And then he delivered the coup de grace. “This is how your boyfriend likes it.” “OH FUCK!” I shouted. Somewhere deep inside me, I felt the last tattered shred of my masculinity ripped away. In my head was the image of my gorgeous boyfriend, on all fours, his beautiful round ass in the air, moaning like crazy with that massive, thick, rock-hard, raw cock pounding him. My eyes rolled back in my head. I was crushed. Wrecked. Destroyed. Because that’s exactly how my boyfriend likes it. “Ohhhhhhhhh,” I moaned. He was pounding me full-force now. “You know that, don’t you boy?” “YES SIR! Fuck yeah! You’re a fuckin’ stud!” “Yeah, your boyfriend is my bitch! His ass belongs to me. He’ll do anything I say! Right, boy?” “Yes sir! My boyfriend is your bitch! You own his ass sir!” “That’s right! Now TAKE that big dick, you worthless fuckin’ pussy!” “Fuck yeah sir! I am SUCH a fuckin’ pussy! RAPE my worthless faggot ass!” His fucking intensified. My body bounced back and forth. It felt like he was fucking me within an inch of my life. “You want my big load, bitch?” “YES SIR! Please fuck your load deep inside me!” I felt his cock swelling up even thicker. He grabbed my hips with an iron grip. “NNNNGGGGGG!!!” he shouted as I felt his cum gush into me. He slammed his cock into me a few more times, then pulled hard on me, forcing him cock as deep into me as he possibly could, and held me there. I felt it pulsing inside me as his hot load filled me up. My own cock erupted and I started shooting cum all over his bed. “Feel it pumping inside you?” “Ohhhh yeah.... Fuck yeah.....” I could feel the warmth of his cum filling me up. My own orgasm was wracking my body. “Good boy.” He relaxed his grip and pumped me a few more times, catching his breath, then pushed all the way back in. “Now squeeze.” I moaned, and squeezed his cock as hard as I could. Slowly he pulled out as I squeezed the last of his load from his cock into my ass. I felt his cock pulse a couple more times. He pulled all the way out and I collapsed on the bed. I was totally spent. He walked to the other side of the room, picked up a small towel and wiped his cock off with it, then tossed it at me. I did my best to clean my cum off his bed, then wiped up the cum and lube dripping out of my hole. He took the towel from me and I tried to get up, but couldn’t summon the energy. I flopped onto my back and lay there, still panting. I watched numbly as he put his underwear and a pair of sweat pants on. Finally he turned to me and said, “Now get the fuck out.” With his command my energy came back. I hopped off the bed and was dressed and ready to leave in about two minutes. He was holding the door open for me; it wasn’t polite, it was I’m done with you, faggot. As I walked out the door, he looked at me with a cocky little smile. I said, “See you.” He didn’t say a word. I drove home, feeling his cum in my ass the whole way. Man, that was the best $300 I ever spent. I never saw him again. I texted him a month or so after that, but he told me to fuck off, that he had a boyfriend and to lose his number. Hopefully I’ll see him around somewhere, just to get that shudder through my body when he looks at me. He’ll probably ignore me, but maybe, just maybe, he’ll give me that same cocky little smile one more time...

My Godbrother and I shared the same bed, and he would get on top of me and hump on me until I would get hard. This was when we were very young about 5 years old. This one time I remember him getting on top of me in the bathtub, and I felt his hard cock rubbing against mine. I remember how good it felt, and I didn't want him to stop.