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CHAPTER 5: Last week Mike stayed at my house, or me at his almost every night, and he bred my ass every single time. Mike cums harder, and in a larger volume, than most any top I’ve been with … as least seems like it – since when we’re together, almost all of his cum ends up in my ass. Mike likes taking cum too, apparently. Several times, when we’re naked together, I’ve reached around to feel his hole, and I’d swear it’s wet with a load. I know someone is breeding him, and I’ve got a very good idea of who. The last time we fucked I begged him, “Fuck me the way Chris fucks you … breed my ass babe … cum in me”, Mike just moans when I talk nasty to him like that. I still have mixed feelings knowing that Chris is fucking Mike bareback, and squirting HIV+ cum into his him; but it’s his choice. I know Mike could end up testing positive, but when we’re together, and his raw cock enters me, all of that goes out the window, and all I do is beg for cum. This week hasn’t been nearly as exciting for me. Mike and I haven’t been able to get together for our regular fuck sessions. I’m so fucking horny – I want a man’s seed in my ass right now – I need to be fucked. I sign into BBRT, it’s often hit or miss for me, but it feels like my best shot for getting bred right now. The “Local Parties” link catches my eye, it reads “(5)”, which is odd because usually it just reads “(2)”, and more often than that, none. There are the usual “Cum hole visiting” type parties, but what’s interesting to me is a party labeled, “HUMP Day Cum Party”, and it’s tomorrow night; Tops, Bottoms and Versatile guys welcome. I haven’t had a lot of group sex but suddenly I’m interested. I click into it, and the detail pretty much confirm it. This is a group sex party for a mix of guys. I click on the host’s profile link, he’s a hot looking guy in his 40’s. He’s a versatile top and his status reads “Undetectable” – I think, “Damn that’s a hot poz dick”. I shake my head, my libido is betraying my logical thoughts. I say “fuck it” and unlock my pics for him. Going back to the party invite, in the 2nd paragraph of text, the host stresses that he doesn’t want to end up with all tops or all bottoms but interested guys should unlock and wait for a reply. My cock is obviously interested, I can feel the precum. So far, fifteen guys have been accepted. One of the tops has a hot looking cock, so I click into his profile, and it’s Chris. I give it all of two seconds thought and unlock for him, too. Back to the party list, and the next shoe drops, “that’s Mike’s profile”, I mouth. I decide to click on his profile link. “He’s changed a few things”, I think. For one thing his preferred position now reads, “Bottom”; which feels odd considering how much he’s been breeding my ass. Largely his profile is the same, but his HIV status now reads “Not Sure”, instead of “Ask Me”, and his looking for HIV status reads, “Positive Only”. My face immediately feels flush. The hot guy who’s been breeding me lately, and that I have close feelings for, is telling everyone on BBRT that he wants to bottom solely with HIV+ tops. “How long has this been going on? Did Chris convince him to do this? Is Chris trying to give Mike HIV? Does Mike want HIV?”, the thoughts all criss-crossing my mind. My head starts to swim a bit. I feel weird, I enjoy sex with Mike so much, and Chris too. I think, “How did it comes to this? When did it happen? Why the hell hasn’t he told me about his decision?” I wasn’t sure what to do about all this, but after a few minutes, I resolved that in some way I had started down this path, and I wasn’t backing out now. I like Mike, I like Chris, I’m not about to push away guys I’m seriously into – even if one of them is poz. I gulped and went in to edit my profile. I changed my status to “Not Sure” too, and my looking for status to “No Preference”. It felt oddly comfortable. Chris has fucked me, and I know Chris is fucking Mike a lot lately, and Mike is fucking me a lot lately; I can’t be 100% sure I’m still negative. This feels more honest. I still wasn’t sure about it, my head still lightly swimming, then I hit the save button; I wouldn’t be able to change anything for another 24 hours. I logged out and tried not to think about what any of it means, my cock is rock hard, I texted Mike. Me: Hey sexy Mike: Hey babe Me: Can I have Chris’ #? Mike: Yea … sure Mike: 713-555-5555 Me: Thx Mike: Have fun : ) I could have explained why I wanted Chris’ number, but Mike knows how horny I am, he knows why I want it. I text Chris. Me: Hey Chris … What’s up? Horny? Chris: Ummm … sorry, who is this? Don’t have this # Me: Sorry, its Kevin, Mike’s friend Me: Horned as fuck here Chris: Haha yep yep Chris: I remember that hole Chris: I’m always horny Me: Wanna fuck? Chris: Can’t host Me: You can come over lol Chris: You are horny, aren’t you? Chris: Almost done with work, after? Me: How long you think? Chris: ‘bout an hour Me: Cool Me: Remember where I live? 1392-B Selmfield Lane Chris: Cool … yea think so Chris: Message you when I leave, prob take 15 minutes to get over there Me: Cool I decided to make sure I’m ready. True to his word, Chris texts me with “omw” almost an hour later. I’m horny and so ready for his cock and cum. I responded with “Door unlocked, in bedroom”. About 10 minutes later I heard a car pull up and I peek out of the blinds – yep that’s him. My heart rate skyrockets, and I can feel my hands get a little sweaty. I grab the lube and a towel and set them on the bed beside me and get into position, head down, ass up. I hear the front door open and shut and footsteps followed by his voice, “Hot”. All of this immediately followed by the sounds of clothes being removed … then I feel his hands on me, “Hey sexy … thanks for inviting me over”, then I feel a tongue in my ass, and I moan, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh… Ohhhhhhh fuck… ahhhhhhh so good”. He knows he’s got me. Using his thumbs, he spreads my ass cheeks and starts to really work the crack of my ass. His tongue making long, slow trips the entire length. When his tongue passes my hole he pauses and makes his tongue into a point, and pushes against my hole. Soon this pressure becomes full insertion of his tongue into me. Grabbing solidly onto my hips, he begins to tongue fuck my hole. I wasn’t expecting this kind of penetration from him, but I love it. The feelings coming from my ass are mind blowing. I’m moaning and crying out, loudly – it just seems to egg him on, as he presses more firmly into me. His tongue is making me crazy; I grab my cock and began to jack off. He quickly pulls my hand off and stops eating my tight hole long enough to tell me not to touch my cock or cum just yet. I’m going crazy; his tongue has me hard, wet, and begging to be fucked. The head of my cock is dark purple, and a huge spot of precum is forming on the bed beneath me. Then it all stops. I feel him squirt some of the lube on my hole making me jump. I hear the slick sounds of him applying lube to his cock. Without thinking, I blurt out, “Fuck me Chris …, please hurry, please fuck me. I feel his hands and cock as he positions his cock in my crack, rubbing it just over my hole. “Relax sexy … I’m going to breed you right”, he says. All I can do is moan my approval. “FUCK!”, I think, as he presses the head in, “This is taking forever … It’s stinging, but I need his cock and cum so bad”. “Fuck me Chris! Give me your poz cum”, is all I manage to get out. I freeze, realizing what I’d just said. Chris doesn’t seem to notice and continues to slowly work his cock into my hole. I can feel his ball sac pressing against my cheeks, as he strains to get all of that hot cock into my ass. He groans and I know he’s got it all the way in. He starts to fuck me with, long, intentional strokes, “Fuck yea … love that ass … my raw cock feels so good in there … you loving my bare cock?”, “Oh yeah … oh holy fuck you feel so good”, “Yeah ... keep taking it, gonna give that ass another load”. His breathing is labored, and his rhythm is making my ass feel so good, that any thoughts about asking him not to cum in me are nonexistent. I want this raw cock, poz or not, I want his cum inside me. That realization makes me groan and squeeze down on his cock, “OH fuck yeah ... What you are … that makes my cock feel good”. “I’m not going to last too long man, this ass of yours is just perfect?”, “Oh yeah?”, “Yes … ahhhh ... so good”. Despite the warnings he’s going to nut soon, he keeps banging my ass, withdrawing his cock almost completely and then sliding it all the way back in. After relaxing a second, he spread my legs further and began a rapid assault. It isn’t but moments later when he grunts that he can’t hold back any longer, “Gonna nut … gonna cum”, “Fuck yea … breed my ass … fucking breed me!”, I blurt it out, I can’t believe I’m saying the words. “Fuck yea dude, you want another load of poz cum huh?”, and I said it, “Yes. Yes. Yeah … I want it. I want your poz cum Chris”. He’s still going, barely able to speak between breathes, and with one last full insertion, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh … ahhhhhhh… Fuck!! Fuck!!”, his cock throbs and I know another load of Chris’ poz seed is flowing deep in my ass. His cock is flooding my ass and I can feel some leaking out as he slows down. We’re both sweating, I’m now fucking full of his poz cum, and I’m still hard as a rock, “That was so fucking hot”, is all I can manage. He groans a “Fuck yeah”. He doesn’t move though, I know he can shoot multiple loads and with his hands on my ass and his still hard cock in my ass, I think he might be going for round two here in a just minute. I lay there, head down, wondering if I’m HIV+ now or what, when he speaks, “You ok if I keep going … I got at least one more in me”. I’m quiet for only a second, “Yeah … I’m good ... fuck, go again, I’ve been wanting this all day”. “Turn over”, I immediately flip over and notice an evil grin on his face. I raise my legs and drape them right over his shoulders, making my hole available to him. Without so much as a word he inserts his cock back into my hole, this time though my ass is well lubricated with his cum, and there’s no resistance. He pushes as far forward as possible so that we are nearly face to face. He just sits there a moment completely buried in my ass. I can feel his cock twitch occasionally, and I instinctively squeeze my ass muscles around him. He chuckles, "So hot when you do that!", I nod not able to say anything. I’m completely focused on his cock. He’s so close, I can smell his body, "Mmmmm, you worked up quite a sweat! You smell so good." I stick out my tongue and taste some of the sweat from his chest and neck. He sees what I want and moves his arm over my face, I lick my way right into to his armpit. "Fuck yea! Get in there and slurp up that sweat from my hairy pit. You did that … got me seriously hot and bothered, so you get to clean me up." I bury my face in his hairy pit and inhale. I’ve always been into armpits and guy smells, but Mike never seemed into it, Chris smells amazing. I quickly begin licking at his pit, lapping up the sweat from the thick hair he has under there and practically stuffing my face into his hot pit. He adjusts, moving his other arm and pulling me over to his other pit. "That's so fucking hot, lick up my sweat and funk, you're making me feel good!" After I lick and suck at both pits he pulls me back to look at me. He smiles at the smear of sweat all over my face, then kisses me softly on the lips. He moans...maybe from his own scent...and shoves his tongue inside my mouth, giving me a sloppy, wet kiss, it’s the way you kiss a cumdump not a lover, but I love it. I feel his cock twitch in my ass again and pull away from his mouth. I cock a smile at him, "I hope you're going to give me another load". He gives me a sexy smirk, "Yep. You’re getting at least 2 loads of my cum today.” He immediately starts to pull out a little, then slides in then out a little more, then back in ... it obvious neither one of our cocks had gone soft. In the span of what seemed like a minute or two he is fucking me again, going out of his way to hit just the right spot with every thrust, and I’m thrashing around, moaning, and grabbing the sheets when I’m grabbing onto his thighs trying to get him in deeper. I look up into his face and see him staring right into my eyes, watching my reaction to his movements, it seems like we both want this – I’m letting a guy who is positive fuck me, and I’m ok with it, and he’s fucking a guy who could become positive. He’s just smiling at me. "Oh yea, … think I've found just the right spot, and I'm gonna make sure you feel every inch of this poz cock!", there he said, “POZ COCK”, I’m taking poz cock. “Yes … fuck yea … fuck me with that poz cock!”, it just boils out of me. “I want your poz cock, Chris!”, he obviously like what I’m saying because he started to pump faster. Even though he may act like he’s helping me learn to like poz cock, I can tell by his language, and the way his eyes kept rolling upwards, that he’s getting off on breeding a guy that’s neg. "FUCK! Fuck that feels so good … your ass is so good, I thought I might last longer with this second load, but your hole is just wrapped around my bare cock so perfectly, I'm not gonna hold out much longer." “Fuck yeah … Fuck yeah … ahhhhhh… I want it … fuck me, breed my ass the way you breed Mike”, “Ahhhh yeah … that how you want it huh? Been fucking Mike a while now … tell me how much you want this poz cum”, “Fuck yeah!! I want it Chris … I’m pretty sure I’m still HIV-negative, I might not be if you keep fucking poz cum into me”. “Tell me” … the breathing is hot and heavy, “Fuck me and cum inside me Chris! Fuck your poz cum into me the way you do Mike!”. I can feel myself getting close as well. I’m not sure if I can just lie there and let him keep fucking me after I came, so I decided to see how much he wants to breed me. "Oh yea … fuck yea, …bet my hole is nice and lubricated from that last poz load you squirted in there, fuck, is that you gets you off Chris, seeing us neg guys become HIV+?". He just keeps fucking me, he’s right over me, sweating and grunting when a response of “Fuck yea I do” escapes his lips. He admitted it he wants it, then I think, “Do I want it? Does Mike?”. I love dirty verbal talk during sex and this bit seems to have gotten to him because his eyes widened and he started pumping faster and deeper. The sheer piggishness and lust of our sex is about to push me over the edge, too. His sweat is dripping down onto me, and I reach up and pull his head down to kiss me. His tongue and mouth meet my tongue and mouth, and that does it for both of us. “AHHHHHHHHHH ... AHHHHHH”, I cry out into his mouth and he lets out a muffled roar in my mine. My cum squirts everywhere in the slim space between our bodies, and once again his raw cock is pulsing inside me. I know he’s filling me up with more of his HIV+ sperm. He releases my mouth and buries his head in the pillows beside me and rests his body on his elbows while he tries to catch his breath. After a bit he pulls back and looks at me again, “So fucking hot”, is all he says. He slowly pulled out of my ass and collapses on the bed next to me. I move to lick his still half-hard cock, trying to get up any remaining cum. We just look at each other, sweating, huffing, not really saying anything. He smiled at me, “I really enjoyed that,… you’ve got an amazing ass”, I smile, “Me too … you’ve got an amazing cock”. He hesitates, “Not to get too serious, but you know I’m on meds … might be more chance of you getting infected from Mike’s cum than mine”. That thought hadn’t really crossed my mind before, “How long you been fucking him?”. The flow of conversation was easy, conversational, more curious than anything else, “A few months … we met on BBRT, he said he was versatile but really horny and wanted to bottom”. He looks at me as if he knows the next question, “He knew I was HIV+ before we fucked the first time”, “Cool” is the only response I can give him. “Tell me about this party you guys are going to tomorrow night”, he laughs, “Haha … still horny huh? A friend of mine is putting it on, just a bunch of horny guys fucking and getting fucked – all bareback though, he’s very strict about that”. “Sounds like fun to me”, “You should go”, “I put in an invite request”. “I’m definitely going to be there if you want another load of poz cum from this”, grabbing his dick for full effect. I look down at his cock and then at his eyes, I know he’s HIV+ and I know I want more of what that cock can give me, “Fuck yea I do”.

Part 10 I unlocked my door and walked in, dropping my bag when I saw Sir sitting there. “Hello, Joey.” “Hi Sir. What are… How’d you..” I trailed off. “I really don’t even need to ask do i?” He smiled and shook his head, “No boy, you really don’t. Open your bag.” I looked at him, confused. “My bag, why?” The smile faded and was replaced with a look of slow burning anger. “OPEN IT.” I opened my bag, and handed it to him, realizing too late why he demanded it. He took the bag, and removed the paper bag from it. He looked back to me and only smiled. “I know why you did this boy.” “I’m scared Sir.” “I know boy. Open your door.” “My door, but…” “The more you challenge, the worse it’ll be for you. Do it.” I opened the door part way and looked for approval. Not getting anything, I opened it all the way. “Now tell me why you are not wearing your clothes from this morning. I specifically directed you not to change.” I detailed fully, with guys walking down the hall, what had happened earlier, the gang bang in the bathroom, the bitch being given my shirt and shorts and me getting his clothes. All the while I could feel people watching and listening. Sir nodded approvingly. “Brother Robert gave me a full report of what happened and that you followed directions fairly well. I’m very proud that you have brought another boy into the fold already, on your first day. I will be meeting the bitch later on to test him out.” “Brother Robert? He…” “You NEVER use a Brother’s name boy. You do not have that privilege.” “Sir, I am sorry.” “Strip to your jockstrap. Let’s see how you are looking.” “Strip? But the door is…” “Open, yes I’m aware of that. But the guys who’ve been standing there listening to your story don’t care if you strip, do you guys?” I started to turn but Sir stopped me, “Eyes on me Joey.” I took off all of my clothes except the jockstrap, hearing the guys behind me laugh. Sir eyed me and reached behind me and stuck a finger in my ass. “Tight and wet. Good boy.” “Your next lesson begins now Joey. And will prepare you for your next adventure. Get on the bed, next to me, on your knees.” I did as I was told. Sir then verbally and physically manipulated me until I was in the position he wanted. Face down in a pillow, back arched and ass up in the air. I heard a voice from the doorway, “Damn I’d love a piece of that.” Sir said, “That’s what he is here for. But it’ll cost you.” The voice said, “I don’t have enough.” Sir responded, “He’s on discount right now. $1 a fuck.” I groaned, realizing what Sir thought of me. “Shut the fuck up Joey. You made over three grand last night. You can make yourself affordable to these nice young men. You boys interested or not?” I saw a dollar drop in front of the pillow and felt a cock at my ass. For what seemed like hours, I felt multiple guys fuck me and an incessant burning in my ass as loads were dumped in me. Sir made me turn and look at him and I saw my phone in his hand, recording my ass being bred over and over. “Tell the men watching this who you are.” “My name is Joey Collins.” “Now tell them what you are.” “I’m a… I’m a cumdump. I take any load, any where, any time.” As I said that, another guy unloaded in me and I moaned from the burning in my ass. After the string of guys ended, I heard Sir say, “Get up and close the door.” I walked to the door, cum dripping down my leg, and closed the door. I walked back to Sir and kneeled at his feet. “Give me your pill bag boy.” I reached to the bag which had fallen on the floor and handed it to him. He took the bottles out and looked at them. “So these help prevent you from getting infected? You want to reject my gift to you and the gifts from Him, and Marquise and Brother Robert? And however many other tainted loads you’ve taken?” I looked at him and nodded. “I don’t want to get sick Sir. I don’t want to get AIDS.” He smiled at me. “The thing is Joey, you’ve been committed to this. My Sir has already selected you as his next offering to Our Lord Lucifer. So you are going to take these pills, and one by one, you are going to crush them, just as your hopes of not getting infected will be crushed.” He handed me the bottles and sat and watched. He recorded me as I poured the pills out onto a book. He recorded me, making me apologize to each of the known men who’ve given me toxic loads for rejecting their gifts. When I finished, he made me refill the bottles with the crushed life saving pills. “Now boy, put those on your desk where you will see them every morning and night.”

Last night, it was a guy I work with. Hot 30yo with a nice bod and a huge 10in dick. Biggest I've had so far. Got to his place and he made me strip. He forced me on my knees and started by fucking my throat. After he was good and hard, he flipped my over and just used his spit and dove into my ass. Love how it hurt at first but after a while I relaxed. Fucked me hard for about an hour before he bred my hole full of cum. I'll probably hook up with him done more.

Ok, my first attempt at posting here Hope you like it! So, first a little about me. I am mid 40's, 5'3 122 lbs, toned athletic body, smooth all over, and a Tgurl. Not for everyone, I know, but do play as a guy too. Anyway, on this Saturday night, I ended up at a Tgurl club, where most are working gurls. I am most certainly not, but rather was hoping to get fucked good in one of the private rooms upstairs. I was not to be let down! A guy I had been chatting with forever on squirt, who I had sent a message earlier saying I would be there, surprised me by showing up! He had been telling me forever he wanted to breed my ass, and especially after it had already been used. I wish I could have obliged him that, but still he took me to a booth, and mentioned he just wanted a bj! Damn. Well, I couldn't deny him that, so once in the booth he pulled out his cock, and suck it I did! It was a beautiful cock. I licked and sucked it, getting it dripping wet. He was close to cumming, and I wanted it so bad when he asked "Where do you want my cum, slut?" "Mmmm, please cum in my ass." He then made me beg for it, and beg I did. "Please, please fill my ass!" He then bent me over, lifted my skirt, slid my panties aside, and slid his cock in bare. "Mmmmn, fuck yeah," I loudly grunted, overcome with pleasure. He used me like a little fuck doll, tossing me all over the booth, and eventually started groaning, warning he was about to breed my hole. Again I moaned my assent. I felt his cock harden, and he grabbed my hips, pulled me to him, and exploded deep inside me! I held him there with my ass muscles, making sure he fully emptied in me! It was so so hot. Eventually, he pulled out, and I dropped to my knees and greedily sucked him clean. What a delicious taste. We pulled ourselves together, and made our way downstairs. After a quick ty, and good bye, he went home while I, who was still horny, made a point of walking towards an area where I knew Tgurl street walkers worked, thinking I might have some luck in getting picked up. The route took me through a park in the city centre. It was after 2 am now, and rather deserted, but still with the late night crowd heading home from bars. I sat on a park bench for a bit, and savoured the feeling of cum in my ass. As I was getting up to leave, a stranger, a homeless gentleman I found out, sat beside me, saying "Hi, there, you look so sexy." He knew of the Tgurl walkers in the area, and asked if I was going there. I laughed, and replied yes. He said he wished he had enough money to buy me. Well, I did leave, walked for a bit, and just got way too horny. I walked back to the park, curious if I would actually fool around with him. He was a good looking guy, and hell, I needed more cock! He was at the same bench, I smiled in greeting, and sat beside him, and he grabbed me and slid me onto his lap. I love a guy who is straight to it. He went right for my cock, which was instantly rock hard and began stroking me as he ground his crotch against my ass. It was so incredible and risky as there were still people walking through the park. But I suppose it was, after all, fairly dark, and my skirt, of course, hid the action. I wanted more, so I reached down and started rubbing his cock through his pants. He was moaning with pleasure, remarking he hadn't fucked anyone in quite some time, but that he wanted to fuck me. Well, I reached in, undid his pants, pulled his cock out, and starting rubbing it on my pantied ass. He took the hint, and slid my panties aside, and pushed his cock right in my already cum filled ass. I was in heaven. I pushed all the way down, taking him so deep as he jerked my cock, all the time pushing deeper into my hole. In no time he warned me he was going to cum. "Yes, please, cum in me," I replied. He groaned loudly as the cum flowed out of my ass, in the process soaking his crotch. I held him there, and had to sit still as more people walked by, and within a few minutes, he started fucking me again. I could not believe his stamina! I kept grinding down on his cock, and with in no time, he murmured "I'm cumming again!" Mmmm! I was one happy, dirty slut. I held him there as he filled me again with more cum. He was grunting very loud, and still had a hold of my cock. I did not want to get off him, and he mentioned I could sit on his cock all night. I was so hard, in heat, moving around on his dripping cock. He was semi hard now, and I thought soon would withdraw, only to have him remark "I"m gonna cum again." Wow! Three times. Yes, he let go of my cock and pulled me down hard, in the process cumming a little bit more. Fuck, this was so hot! I couldn't take it anymore, and my cock exploded all over my lap, and cum dripped down unto him. He rubbed his hand into my cum, and then slid his cum-coated fingers into my mouth. Suck them I did. All this time he kept grinding into me. I was dripping wet with cum. After several minutes I slowly slid off his cock, wishing I could just sit there all night. Looking back at that experience, I so want o walk through that park again late at night and find him. I walked off to the nearest street, hopped in a cab, as by this time, walking was not an option. I had been fucked so good. Needless to say, I arrived back at my friend's place in a state of euphoria. One of the best random fucks I have ever had! Only thing that could have made it better is to have had several men there using me. This story is 100% true! Hope you all like!

Part 9 I started walking out, stopped at the door and I don’t know what came over me. I turned to him and said, “Thank you Sir.” What the hell is going on with me? I came to get meds to NOT get HIV and then take another AIDS load. And the demon? I already forgot what he said, but the face is vivid. I looked at the time and realized I had to be at practice in 15 minutes. What the hell would happen there? I ran to the locker room and found my next humiliation waiting. Plastered on my locker were printed pictures of me with my face covered in piss and licking the urinal. Another with my lips wrapped around the big dick that was pissing down my throat. The guys looked at me, at least a few did. Some would not look at me, others just called me names like “Faggot” and “Piss whore.” I opened my locker and found that my uniform had been altered, with my pants now being really short shorts and missing the ass, my jersey now had my name marked out and “Queerboy” in its place. I looked to the coach, who was standing in his doorway, and he just smirked at me and waved me over. The guys looked at me as I walked over and I could hear them all suddenly be silent. “Hey queer, I heard you were a little busy after leaving here this morning?” I tried looking him in the face, but I couldn’t even do that. I just stood there, eyes down, and waited for him to finish his humiliation. “Nothin’ you want to tell the guys? Or do you know they’ve already seen your film debut?” I nodded my head. “Oh, but they only saw what was posted. They don’t know the other stuff do they?” My head snapped up and looked him in the eyes. “what do you want me to tell them coach? Just tell me what you know and what you want me to tell them. I’m done fighting you. You won? Okay? You’ve gotten me humiliated in front of them. What more?” “Oh, I’m sorry fag. Did you think I was done? No, not by a long shot. You tried to make a fool out of me, in front of MY team. I am far from done. You’re going to be a lesson to all of these little shitheads. You try and fuck with me, I will destroy you. Now, I hear you failed a midterm this morning? Or was it that you didn’t even show up?” “I didn’t show up. I failed it. Does that mean I’m off the team?” “Off the team? Not even close. I spoke with your professor and he told me the make-up plan you put in place with him. Very interesting use of your talents.” I hung my head down. “Get on your knees, bitch.” “Coach, please don’t…” “NOW,” he said in a very sharp tone. I dropped to my knees in front of him. “Now team, I told you earlier that the bitch here is available for you to use in any way you want.” Some of you have already seen his video from just after he left here this morning. I want you to actually see him in his new role first hand.” “C’mon coach, don’t make us see that faggot shit. It’s disgusting.” “You’re right Smith, it is disgusting. But you’re gonna see a small part. Open your mouth bitch.” I looked up at him and he was unzipping his pants. I opened my mouth. Coach stopped and then zipped up again. “I have a better idea. A team building exercise. Faggot, get in the showers.” I started to get up. “Did I give you permission to stand up?” I looked at him again, and got back on my knees. That smirk was back. “Crawl to the showers. On your hands and knees.” I didin’t even try to fight it. I started crawling towards the guys and they parted to let me through. I heard them muttering, some started to taunt me, some sounded sorry for what I was going through. Without warning, I felt a belt slap hard against my ass and I fell forward, squealing in pain. “Get the fuck up you worthless bitch,” the coach snarled. I got back up and felt another belt slap me, and then another. By the time I finally made it to the showers, I must have been whipped at least 10 times. Tears were streaming down my face and my back and ass felt like they were on fire. “Look closely at the faggot, just watch.” I heard guys ask what they were looking for and then heard the first, “Holy shit, what’s going on?” I looked over and saw the red fading and the welts disappear. The coach just laughed and said, “Tell em, bitch.” “It’s something that was done to me, I don’t know how or by who. I can’t be damaged, but I feel the pain. And, my…” I looked to the coach and he simply nodded. “And my ass doesn’t get loose. I’m like a virgin each time I get fucked. No matter how many guys fuck me, or how big they are, I tighten back up after they finish.” I could see looks that varied from disgust to now a few that looked interested. The outfielder from earlier caught my eye and licked his lips. “Get on your knees in front of your teammates.” I did and it felt weird being almost naked in front of 20 guys who were fully dressed. “Now the team building exercise. Each of you is going to take your turn and piss on Collins. I don’t give a fuck what you do, piss on him or make him drink it, he loves both. Any guy that refuses or can’t do it, you’re giving me 50 laps.” I heard several guys say they weren’t going to do it and I looked at the coach. That damn smirk was still there. The outfielder was first. “Faggot, you aren’t worth 1 lap, let alone 50.” He walked up and pulled his dick out and began pissing on me, starting at my crotch and moving up my chest. I looked up at him and saw a look of pleasure on his face and when he caught me staring he said, “Open up that mouth and tilt back.” I followed his direction and he pissed right in my mouth. With no direction given to swallow, I sat there and let it fill my mouth. “Drink it pig.” I began swallowing as fast as I could. I heard multiple guys muttering how disgusting this was but they were saying it as they all stepped forward in 2s and 3s. Soon I was getting piss from every direction, on my face and in my mouth, my nose was filled a couple times even. 1 guy stepped behind me and told me, “Spread that ass bitch.” I did and I felt a really heavy load of piss spray on my hole, causing it to open and some of it to pour. “That is so sick, your ass looks likes it drinking my piss.” After 18 of the 20 guys pissed on me, the coach told them I was their personal urinal for the rest of the season, but only in the showers. The guys walked out quietly, with 2 looking at the coach, who only said they could start their 50 laps now. I looked up to the coach and he said, “Take a shower, you stink. Then get out of here. You’re expected at your dorm soon.” I showered, and got back into the bitch’s clothes. For some reason I felt a little more of a bounce. I headed back to my dorm, seeing people still staring and pointing me out. I saw a couple of guys I recognized from the football team staring at me and I simply nodded my head and said, “yeah, its me,” and kept walking. Getting back to my dorm, I got to my door and saw some notes on my white board outside the door. “Let me tap that ass” and “Suck my balls dry faggot” were written there. I simply reached up and wiped it off. I unlocked my door and walked in, dropping my bag when I saw Sir sitting there. “Hello, Joey.”

His thick, POZ load creamed my ass. What a fucking way to celebrate hump day! I had taken Wednesday off from work, as that was the only day the electrician could come by and do the latest round of work I needed. He was tall, thick, with a beard – total white daddy bear. Grizzly? Polar Bear? Yeah more Polar Bear in a sweaty, Redneck, white trash sort of way. I can say that as they are my peoples – I grew up in the country, in a trailer, with a bunch of weed-growing, inbred mother-fuckers – and damn proud of it. Take a knee Tim Tebow! So back to the story. This electrician had worked on my condo twice before and each time there was just something about him that made me want to jerk off thinking about him for days after. Dirty sex. That’s it. He was one of those men that you look at and think, “Yeah this fucker is DIRTY/NASTY sex!” Alas, even when he asked me if I was married to a Mrs. or a Mr. and I said I preferred just being single and playing with my straight top fuck buddies. He didn’t react and went right back to his work. I figured he was not into sliding my way and giving my boy hole a pounding. The wiring was completed on the electrical outlets I wanted moved, and as the Polar Bear helped me push the entertainment center back against the wall he grabbed one of the DVD cases that fell out, looked at the BANG BROS title and cover and whistled and said, “Fucking hell. Those chicks can take some dick!” I laughed, smiled, and agreed, “Yeah, that’s one of my favorites.” He then surprised me by asking, “Is this what you put in when your straight fuck buddies come by to fuck you?” as he grabbed the remotes, turned the TV on then revved up the DVD player. “Grab me a beer as and let’s watch this puppy,” the electrician went on, “This was my only job of the day as the one for this afternoon got cancelled and I got several hours before I have to be home to the wife and kids.” I happily obliged, not quite sure where this was going, but excited about the possibilities. Hell even if I got to see his dick that would give me fantasies to jack off to for a good long while. “BETTER BRING ME A COUPLE, I’M A THIRSTY SON-OF-A-BITCH,” he yelled from the living room, so I snagged two beers for him, one for me, handed them to him, set mine down and excused myself to use the bathroom. A quick finger in the ass check to make sure I was clean and I joined him back in the living room. The electrician downed the first two beers in nothing flat and had just crushed the empty can of the third when the porn moved beyond the initial set up/let’s get naked to the “bitch get on your knees and suck my long, black dick.” My guest stood up, started emptying his pockets and unbuttoning his work shirt and said, “Go on and grab me four more beers and line them up here for me so they’re handy.” I scrambled up, eyed his big furry chest as I walked by and swooned a little from his hot, man scent. By the time I got back with the beer he was buck naked, sitting in the chair with a beer in his left hand and his thick dick in his right, stroking it to attention. “I have not been able to get out to see the street whores up in Northeast all week,” the electrician said as he continued to watch the porn and stroke his dick, which was now slick with precum, “I creampie their pussies at least every other day in the back of my work van. Fuck yeah they skanky bitches.” Then he looked right at me and said, “You’re a skanky bitch too, now get the fuck over here because I got a week’s worth of cum to creampie that pussy good with.” The electrician did not even look at me as I quickly got undressed. He was standing up now, slugging his beer, stroking his meaty dick, and eyes intent on the porn. The beer finished, he burped, wiped his chin a bit although he still had spit/beer dregs glistening his beard, crushed the can and casually tossed it to the side where it clanged loudly on the wood floor. I wasn’t sure what exactly to do, but stepped up and bent forward just to the left and front of him – and waited. Another loud burp, a slug of spit shot into my crack, big bear paw claws scratching at my hole looking for honey, then the electrician grabbed me, wrapped both arms around me tight and squeezed, “FUCKING SKANK BITCH, GONNA CREAM THAT PUSSY GOOD. DAMN YOU’RE TIGHT, NOT FOR LONG, GIVE ME THAT HOLE, FUCK YEAH, FILLING THAT PUSSY UP WITH MY POZ DICK!” What? I tried to turn my head, my body stiffened, the Polar Bear tightened his grip more as he banged my ass harder and deeper and laughed, “YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT, YOU HEARD ME BITCH. FILLING YOU WITH POZ DICK, BUT YOU DON’T CARE DO YOU? YOU JUST BENT OVER AND TOOK ME RAW, NOW YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE. BIG OLD WHITE POZ DICK IN YOUR SKANKY BITCH WHORE PUSSY. FUCKING HELL I LOVE CREAMING A HOLE! YOU READY FOR THIS LOAD? READY TO GET NAILED AND RAILED? AWWW FUCK YEAH! MILK MY DICK!” His thick, POZ load creamed my ass and before his dick was totally finished he let go of me, pulled out, stepped back, popped another can of beer open, drained it and threw the can on the floor, then pointed at his dick and said, “GET ON YOUR KNEES SKANK AND TASTE IT. LICK IT CLEAN THEN IF YOU CAN GET IT HARD AGAIN I’LL FUCK YOU SOME MORE. THAT PUSSY’S EAGER FOR IT NOW ISN’T IT?” A few minutes later the electrician was hard and ready to go again and easily slid up my greased and coated guts. The second load took a little longer and he was breathing hard, but when his balls pulled up he let me know, “POZZING YOU AGAIN YOU SKANK WHORE BITCH!” With this load, he stepped back, swayed a little, ran a hand through his beard, over his head, across his big furry chest, grabbed me by the arm and stumbled us to the bedroom. A quick shove and I was face down on the bed, with a grunt and a sigh he quickly followed and promptly fell asleep, snoring like a chainsaw as his bear paws held me tight against his chest. The mini-hibernation nap revived the hungry bear who groaned and growled when he awoke, stroked his hard dick back to full life once then twice, then grunted as he heaved himself up onto my back. It was hard to breath with this giant Polar Bear on my back, but I let him take what he wanted as he grabbed my wrists, held my arms out wide, and slid his dick up my moist hole and whispered, “USED SKANK BITCH PUSSY. WET WITH CUM. GLAZED ON THE OUTSIDE WITH THAT WHITE, CREAM FILLING ON THE INSIDE. BIG OLD JELLY DOUGHNUT THAT FEELS SO GOOD WRAPPED AROUND MY FUCKING POZ DICK.”

He stood out from the crowd. I first saw him in a crowd – well, an audience of business people waiting to hear me speak. 6’ 4” good body and a buzz cut thatch of black hair. Handsome? No! But one of those erm………… ‘nondescript’ faces until you look closely and see properly. Then you realise he’s gorgeous!. “Call me P he said. It’s easier than trying my proper name. What’s this about? It’s about sex and drugs and ……well, a relationship that was prospering until he dropped dead at work one day. It’s mainly about the first time we slammed and got downNdirty. I’m no stranger to any of the sex that gets described, but I hadn’t ever slammed or used ghb and I was fully agreeable to all this beforehand. There was a big element of trust involved too. I was going for a big chem fest so I must have trusted him a fair bit. I wasn’t wrong as it turned out. This is what I remember now about those three days; 4 years later. We’d played a couple of time before but only for a few hours. We were going to slam this time. All sorts of stuff happened, some of which I’ll tell about. There’s bits about me feeling all warm and relaxed to add atmosphere J All this happened roughly in the order I’ve written it and a few of the quotes are verbatim. The rest are …. Representative. The drugs…. Indicative. If we play, I just might show you some of the video we made. Six o’clock, on the dot. I knocked. He’d made a great point of ‘on the dot’. I’d been walking around for 30 minutes and the nervous tension was near fever pitch. Horny ain’t the word. I was charged! He was behind the door as it opened. “Stand still and don’t turn round,” he said, from behind me. The door closed and I heard him lock it. He said, “Strip.” Naked, I felt the touch of cold rubber and was guided forward towards a dim red glow. A shower room with a sling. He handed me a small metal tube and pointing to a small table said, “Do a couple of lines then get into the sling.” In the sling, in the dim light I could see him - a figure enclosed in a black rubber suit, long rubber gloves, waders and wearing a pig mask. He fastened my wrists and ankles to the sling and began cleaning me out with a shower douche. I felt the k kick in. He saw and stuck a poppers inhaler over my nose. “Hey, cunt! Do you want to earn your Pig mask? Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt? Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt?” His voice was insistent. I remember groaning Yes just as I slid a good way down a k hole. As I came back I could feel that there was a sound in my cock and something tied round my balls. “Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt? Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt? Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt?” I felt good. Relaxed. Warm. “Ye-e-e-es.” I sighed. Suddenly I felt my cock go rigid as a jolt of something hit it followed immediately by an intense tingling sensation. Then the same thing in my balls. The poppers mask for several deep breaths then he turned up the e-stim machine. Just when I thought I’d start to scream he reduced the power to a much lower level and hit me with the poppers again. “Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt?” “Yes” was all I could say. He walked to the far wall. In the dim red glow I could see nothing more than inches away. I heard him return and cold rubber was pulled over my face as he pulled a mask on, zipping it up at the back and inserting a tube in my mouth. I could feel something above my head but fastened to the mask and as a stream of hot piss entered my mouth I worked out what it was – a piss funnel. “Like that?” he said after I’d swallowed what felt like gallons of hot, slightly tart, piss. “There’s more to come. Get out of the sling” and he pulled me forward. I stood waiting until he led me forward then left into another room. There was a padded sling which I lay back in.. He took the eye covers off and I looked up to see him enclosed in a full rubber suit with a pig mask. “Im gonna stick you now, ok” He put the eye covers back on. “OK” I said. I felt a sting as the needle went in then coughed a bit. The effect was immediate. I felt a poppers inhaler at my nostrils and took a deep breath feeling his cock slip up my arse. “Can you feel my piss in your hole?” All I could do was moan softly as he pumped his piss into my arse with his cock. As he started to slam his cock in and out of my hole I could fell piss spraying out and over us. Then he put a catheter in and hung the bag from the sling and pushed an enema tube up my arse. He filled the bottle from a large jug. “This is my piss” he said. I’ve been saving it since yesterday. I had to keep it in until he said I could let go. He took some of it in his mouth then passed it to me. We played with some dildos for a while then he blew some k up my arse and fastened my feet into straps attached to a pulley. I could hear a clicking noise as my legs were slowly lifted into the air until I was hanging vertically. Suddenly, he was all action. Parachute harness on my balls with a pulley and weight pulling them up; poppers mask, weighted clamps on my tits…. It became quite intense after a while as he concentrated on opening up my arse. Drink this! I swallowed odd tasting cold water. I felt a speculum going up my arse and felt the thing start to open. As the k started to work he hit me with a blast of poppers and my head went….. black and white is one description – all the action was in black and white. That was the ghb. I remember the next hour or so with a detached feeling; as if it was something I’d watched rather than been part of……. Some dildos and then a blow up one which made me cry a bit. A speculum again; then him standing over me (how did he get up there?) taking a piss in my arse. Getting clamps on my nipples and some weights over a pulley stretching my balls brought a warm glow. Being a bit overwhelmed by a feeling of being relaxed and safe…. Why safe? Having my arse caned was unexpected. I think I surprised him when I answered 12 to being asked, “How many strokes do you want?” Fuck! I felt good afterwards! There’re gaps in what I remember, and now we come to one. I’ve seen the video since and I don’t remember any of the next hour and a bit. But I was having a good time. I remember the eStim unit though. I remember the dildo, the sound, the strap round my balls. I remember him playing with them one at a time. I remember 2 at once. I definitely remember them all at once and the slow, slow, increases in intensity. I remember the inhaler at both nostrils and sucking in poppers like there was no tomorrow……… I very definitely remember him turning the intensity up………..I will never forget coming – I screamed quite loudly. I will always remember the feel of a jet of his spunk hitting my face and the rest being shot into my mouth. I will never forget the pain in my legs after I was winched down. We were well into some chill time and I was feeling pretty much back in the world, but buzzin’ otherwise. We got to chatting about my arse which for years had been a bigger or smaller problem. Now it’s mostly ok, but needs drugs and patience to open up. I know it’s all in my head – I’ve proved it. Up the cruising area for a quickie is no problem. A bit of lube and any cock will go in reasonably easily. Get me in the sling tho’ and yes, cocks are not a problem, but anything else, like I said, it takes drugs and patience. Also getting me worked up into a sexual frenzy the likes of which I haven’t seen since I was in my mid 30s helps (helped) as well! “I seem to be doing ok then in that area” he said. “Mmmm!” said it all really. He was up and over at the table in seconds and soon back with a couple of lines for me. I still haven’t found out what they were, but it didn’t half perk me up. “We’re going to the Heath” he said. “Get you filled with spunk and piss down by the ponds.” “Put these on” and he handed me combats, a t-shirt, my boots and socks and an old denim jacket. While I did that he put things in a backpack and a bottle of poppers in my pocket. “You’ll want these” he said and laughed. I couldn’t wait to get to the car! Thank fuck we hadn’t too far to go as Ps driving was not too organised. Well, it seemed that way to me but I was in no fucking state to judge I guess. Down by the ponds he fastened a collar round my neck and clipped on a lead. The next guy we saw he said, “You wanna use this piss pig m8?” “Can I piss up its ass?” Sure! P handed me a poppers mask. I put it on and inhaled deeply then bent over.. The guy stuck his cock in my slippery hole and fucked me for a while, then I felt hot piss running down my leg and he started to fuck me hard, quickly shooting his load inside me. Now we had an audience and some guy was catching the dribbles of my piss out of the catheter. Someone else was made the same offer; and another; and another. 4 I think. By this time I was so drug fucked and horny I was getting a bit frenzied and he said, “Let’s earn that Pig Mask.” He dragged me off up a path and into some bushes, took my arm and stuck me again. “Just a top up Pig” he said, putting the empty syringe back in his pocket. It took a good 10 minutes for my head to clear and to be able to walk but I was havin’ fun! We walked back towards the ponds but headed off into a small gap, along a track that ended at a small open area in some bushes. There were other guys there… nine or ten I guess, all up to some kind of sex in 2 groups. I don’t remember much about the next hour or so, but he told me after that about 6 had pissed up my arse and that I’d drunk piss from quite a few others. Then came the moment I needed to not be (only just) standing outdoors! “Want to go?” he said. Next thing I knew I was in the car and heading back. How did I feel? …….weird! I was very paranoid about being outdoors – anywhere outdoors, but not panicked if you know what I mean. I slept for a while and woke up feeling fine! “You’ve still got to earn the mask.” Words I later came to appreciate. In the sling, in a one piece rubber suit and rubber piss hood with a speculum slowly being opened he blew some more K up my arse. “I’m going out to get a couple more guys”, he said. You can have this while I’m out! It’s a pint of yesterday’s piss.” I felt the tube go in and then the piss as it started to fill my arse. I heard him leave and wondered he’d put in my hand. I was holding a rubber bulb which I squeezed and got a blast of poppers. After I stopped buzzing i lay there feeling warm, comfortable and very horny and blasting the poppers every now and then. I began to wonder who he’d bring back and immediately started having hallucinations. A blast of poppers was a bit of overkill really cos I was off down a K hole. The hallucinations were quite intense and when I came out of it I felt drained. As I was lying there recovering I became aware of warm piss trickling out of my ass and down my back. I started to get very horny and was blasting poppers when nearly crapped myself as I felt hands on me. “Quiet!” “It’s me. You want to use this?” I heard 2 voices say yes. Somebody pissed in the funnel. Somebody took the enema tube out and started sucking piss out of my ass hole. I could feel the scratch of his stubble when he worked his tongue into my hole. Same guy, I think, stuck his cock up me and started to fuck me but stopped suddenly and released a stream of his piss into my hole. I could feel it filling me up, then his mouth round my hole as he sucked it out. I know he passed it to somebody else before they passed it to me to swallow. I could feel somebody doing something to my arse but not what – I was still buzzin a fair bit at this point when I was told to drink again – more ghb. Somebody (P, I guess) had also put more K up my arse and then hit me with the poppers and I was off again. Different though – not as detached. They played with me for a long time. Again, some of it I don’t remember, but most I do. Like lying on the floor with a double dildo up me and one of the other guys while P and the 2nd one were taking a break. I remember being flogged by the shorter one while P played with the eStim dildo up my arse. I remember the third hit of tina and everything that happened after. We played for another day, on and off. We found a guy on Gaydar who came round and had some piss fun with us. I piss fucked him then bred him with a load that seemed like pints to me. You should see the face I pulled! We found another guy on the ‘dar. I was well up for him – covered in all that hair! The tone of play changed with him too and that was nice. More relaxed and intimate to be honest. And it got me my Pig mask.

traindriver68: This story is written by the guy I fucked recently, and describes our most recent scene. You can see my response below. Hot chaser: This is a true account of a recent meet I had with a guy from BZ who I have met previously. We’d chatted online and met once at Scratchwood open space, where we had some safe fun with a bit of poz talk. I had opened up to him online about how much poz/neg play turned me on and how the talk got me hot and hard, but how I was scared of the consequences of actually carrying the fantasy into reality. For his part he had fed those fantasies, helped me open up to them more and more, encouraged me and also tempted me with the promise of pushing my limits, but not breaking them. If we met again, he wouldn’t do anything to harm me, but would make sure I had all the poz/neg talk I wanted. He told me he was undetectable, but enjoyed making out he wasn’t for the purpose of fulfilling my fantasies. I told him that if we met, I would likely chicken out unless he kept me poppered up and was somewhat dominant with me. Poppers always make me feel slutty and I usually respond with a slightly submissive attitude to a guy who takes charge. Td68: I'd been looking forward to this for ever. Everything was set. Chaser: So skip forward and I find myself outside his place in a nearby town, ready to take that plunge into all the dirty fantasies I had. I messaged him that I was outside and he quickly opened the door and let me in. He was already naked, and as we’d agreed, he told me to strip, which I did, right inside his front door. He pushed me down to my knees and told me to suck his hardening cock. I took it in my mouth, not allowing myself to think too much about the fact that this cock could be toxic. He could be lying about his undetectable status to stealth me. I didn’t think about it too much, but the little thoughts that crossed my mind caused my cock to stir. As I sucked him, he produced a bottle of poppers and held it under my nose, telling me to take big hits. I later found out that these were old formula poppers, strong and pure and they soon made me start deep-throating his big, thick, poz cock with no concern for my wellbeing. Td68: he was a neg hole who wanted poz cock. I was gonna make sure he got it. And those old style poppers did their magic and turned him into a virus seeking animal. Chaser: When he was hard he pulled me up and took me to his lounge, where bareback porn was playing on the big TV. A lucky guy was getting his hole filled at one end, and his mouth filled at the other. I wished I was that guy, and soon I was back on my knees, sucking and sniffing poppers. He kept telling me to suck his poz cock, how he was going to fuck me with it, asking if I wanted to be fucked like the twink on the screen, all of which had me moaning in anticipation of what was to come. I noticed lube and a condom on the table. I had brought condoms with me, but they were in my pocket, and that was by the front door. I could still use his though, if I wanted. Td68: yeah I had condoms, but no way did he want them. And i kept him poppered up and horned up so he kept wanting it. Chaser : We moved through into a bedroom, obviously not his as there were no sheets on the mattress, but lube and poppers available, but no condoms here. I knew that if he fucked me, he intended to do it bareback. He wanted to use my hole, and in my aroused state and flying high on the poppers, I wanted him to. I knew the risks, I knew what could happen, and at that moment I didn’t care. He sucked me. I was hard and horny, but I didn’t want this to be about me getting off. I knew I wouldn’t want to do as much if I came first, so I flipped over onto my front, allowing me easy access to the poppers and him easy access to my hole, which he began to eat. His beard scratched against the sensitive skin around my pre-loosened and cleaned out hole, but his tongue opened me up, teased me and made me wetter, looser and ready for his cock. By the time he finished eating me, I was ready to be fucked. I needed his cock in me and I was telling him that. I told him to fuck me with his poz cock, to stretch me and fill me up. Td68: I love rimming a hole deep before I fuck it. And I knew this guy was horned up by it. He was ready for poz cock, and wouldn't say no. Chaser: He wanted me on my back to start with, but I resisted, staying on my front. I didn’t want access to my cock and I wanted to feel trapped, to feel his weight on me. I guess I wanted to feel that he was in some way raping me, removing my responsibility for the irresponsible action I was about to enter into. Anyway, he obliged and I felt his cock at my hole, probing, searching, ready to fill me. I should mention that I have been preparing myself for this for weeks now. Cleaning out my hole regularly, fingering, using a small toy and using a large toy to open it and make it easy for somebody to get inside while causing me the minimum amount of pain. I’m not into pain and I don’t want to feel that agony of the first penetration when I’m not completely ready. It kills my mood and doesn’t do much for the top. I have now got to the point where I can take a D-Cell Maglite in my hole to a depth of about 6”. It’s not the depth that counts as much as the girth in this case. I know if I can take that, there are few cocks out there that will challenge me when I’m ready! Anyway, back to the bed, and his cock found its mark and he pushed into me, sinking all the way in on the first thrust! No pain for me, but joy for both of us as we realised my fantasy of his raw, poz cock being bare inside me for the first time! When he was sure I was taking it ok, he began to fuck me hole, telling me how he was filling me up, opening me, that he was bareback inside me, toxic, dangerous. I played my role perfectly, taking it like the submissive bottom I am, and even begging him to fuck me. Well nearly. To begin with I asked him to wait, not to fuck me, not to cum in me, not to do it. I told him I was scared. I wanted it but I didn’t want to be poz, I needed it but couldn’t do it… He reassured me and eventually I became that submissive bottom, begging to be fucked, begging to be pozzed, even begging for his load. I could feel my hard cock rubbing against the bare mattress. The sensation was making me even more horny, teasing me, heightening my arousal, but not bringing me closer to getting off my own load! Td68: I loved the feeling of being on top of him but I wanted to see his face, to kiss him deep so we were connected physically at both ends of the opening into his sweet, vulnerable and neg insides. I didn't want him coming too soon because I wanted to sit on that monster fucking meat of his. Chaser: He flipped me over, putting me on my back and lifting my legs onto his shoulders. His cock found its mark again and he was now able to fuck me and look into my eyes, seeing the equal amounts of terror and desire on my face, knowing I was his bitch, there to be bred and take his seed! On my back I was able to touch my cock. I knew what would happen, but I was so aroused I needed to cum badly. I began to play with myself. He encouraged me, seeing how horny I was and knowing, I think, that it would distract me from what he was doing – fucking my raw, vulnerable hole with his hard, toxic cock! I so needed to cum, but he pulled out and lay back on the bed. I knew he wanted me to fuck him, we had discussed it online before meeting. He knew that I don’t normally top, that it doesn’t do it for me for a number of reasons, but today I couldn’t help myself! I slid into his soft, velvety hole, and he took me without a murmur of pain! Clearly he has been preparing too! And so I fucked him, deep and hard, with a primal urge to unload my seed, to cum, to reproduce. The most basic urge of any man, and it had a hold of me like never before, and when I came it was one of the most intense experiences of my entire adult life! Td68: I knew his cock was so big that it would rough up my insides and I'd bleed a little. It didn't hurt, I was amazed, I was so turned on. I took every fucking inch and his face got redder and redder. He was actually begging and crying to cum and eventually I let him unload what felt like a bucket of cum in me. Then I flipped him over, pinned him down and fucked him some more before he could say no. He kissed me deeply as I plowed that neg hole. Chaser : I don’t think he came in me. Honestly, this is a true account, but some of it is now a little hazy. The poppers and the intensity of the emotions and physical sensations I felt have blurred some detail. Everything I have put is true, but there are details missed, such as what happened to his cum. I honestly can’t tell you. But I’m mailing this to him and I want him to fill in the blanks. To add his perspective, to correct my mistakes and to tell you all what a dirty slut I was! There is another reason I’m sending this to him. I want to do it again. I keep revisiting that evening in my head and I want to revisit it for real. I want to get naked for him inside his front door. I want to be high on those amazing poppers again, and I want to be fucked by him again. I’m scared still. I still don’t want to be poz, but I need that feeling again. Please? Traindriver68: Oh yes baby, we will do it again. And again. You can see this hot slut bugchaser and I had a great time. Not only did I get my raw poz cock in him, dripping my poz pre-cum into him, I turned him on so much he was almost insatiable for poz cock. I wanted to get my poz arse juices into his piss slit too, so I sat on his dick. This guy is so conflcited. He wants the bug, he wants the poz juice. He loves the mindgame and when he blew his load inside me it was after telling him how much he was getting my poz arse juices into his big pisslit and cock head, and how tops could pick it up too. Was I undetectable? Well I could have been lying and might be toxic. Did I cum in him? Well, not this time. Am I undetectable? Well, lets just say I was that time but I'm thinking there will be enough of a meds holiday for next time for me to be toxic. He's taken the first step, fucking raw with an undetectable guy. He thinks its safe now, wants the bug but wants me undetectable too. Some mates of mine who are poz and highly toxic will load my hole just before he arrives so this horny fucker plunges into my manhole next time with the risk of three toxic strains, not just one. And I know when I tell him that as I enter him it will drive him fucking crazy! After all, its only a matter of time before chasing gets you that bug, right? Thats how it was with me.

This happened less than hour ago. A local buddy who I fuck regularly was off work and messaged me looking for a load. I hadn't cum for a few days while he had been away on holiday in Spain for a couple of weeks where he thinks he took 30 plus loads! I was gagging to get my raw cock back up his ass so I nipped out on lunch to find his smooth man pussy lubed-up and waiting. Well, after having given his smooth, muscled boy hole a good 30 minutes of intense fucking, I could feel the pressure building! I asked if he wanted my poz load to recharge him and he begged for it. So, with one last push, I filled his ass, balls-deep. I remained in his ass for a few minutes, working my load into him, before popping out and heading home. He messaged to say "Thanks, that was hot, and another guy is on his way over to use your load as lube." He's such a good cumbucket! Now I've gotten myself in the mood to dump a second up him now! lol

NLbear: If I could, I'd find that boy Matt23 and he and his friends could fuck me until my ass was destroyed. I love listening to him.

My (now ex) bf told me on Sunday that he wanted to "still be friends" since he had found a better piece of ass (that he had to be exclusive with if he wanted to fuck it raw...doesn't sound so much better to me). Knowing who this was and a bit about him (we are all "friends") I decided to go over and say "no hard feelings" and smoke the 420 peace pipe together. I showed up w/ my tight tank-top, cockring and tight gym shorts on...just because. And so we smoked, and smoked...and then I made him smoke some more. Once he was mostly out of it I started to play w/ this fuckers hole. Poking and rimming it and he's backing up right onto me. So I figure...why not lay my seed in there first before my ex! And I spit on my cock! Before he could say anything I was already balls deep in his ass and he was moaning for more! 5 minutes later that ass was bred and I left! I went out to find my own fun and texted my ex saying he should go check on his new boy. (And this was the first time I've topped in 6 years...maybe times are changing for me!)

Yep, this slut has asked for it again. Cant fucking wait. Here is a shot he took last time as I fucked his neg hole with my poz cock!

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Julian) I tried to open a conversation with Julian, but since the blow job event he seemed to be stubborn. “I hope you don’t spoil everything later, when you meet the others….” I mentioned. “The others?” Julian asked scared. “You can believe it or not, I do care about your future and I am asking myself, how will you cope with it?” I asked him nicely. “That’s none of your business.” Julian sulked. The area we passed right now was desert like. We drove for a while already down a street, which was hardly used for normal traffic. This route got used by truckers only. Business guys….. I grinned evilly. My feeling was, that Julian may be 18 years old, but he seemed to be very inexperienced and easily to manipulate. “Well, I wanted to suggest something to you. It entered my mind, when you told me about your past and the gifts you have been giving by nature. Let’s look at the objective data: You didn’t finish your school – that’s a minus! You got not qualifications whatsoever in business… workmanship or such – also a no go. You got no connections – not good! And you got no money – which really is a problem. Now, let’s see if you got other stuff you could contribute: You are able to suck and swallow – which could be helpful. You suck dicks for let’s say 5 dollars. If you swallow the junk, you can charge more money on it, let’s say 5 dollars in additional. You could earn 10 dollars just for a blowjob with swallowing. You should always prefer that and advertise it, that you swallow every load offered. Hmm… I didn’t check your anal finesse yet, but since your father and his friends enjoyed using you for anal gangbangs, you might got some professional possibilities here also. Always offer anal sex, since you can charge at least 20 dollars for it. Advertise it, that you do it without a condom – which would again add 5 dollars to the normal price.” I explained my thoughts to Julian. He opened up by answering, if this wouldn’t be too low on the price scale, although he personally had no idea what a whore would claim for his offers. I agreed, but then I told him that many guys were already working as whores. There was simply too much competition and he should show his costumers from the beginning, that he would offer his body for fair prices. “You just have to suck more guys and let more costumers fuck you, this way you earn a lot more doe and the guys would rather choose you, because of the low charges.” Julian nodded understandingly. “If you allow several guys to gangbang you, it would be perfect to give them some discount. Since you are serving two or more people, you are earning fast money. But you need to encourage and advertise that over and over again, that gang-bangers are welcome into your body.” I told Julian. The discount should be a great offer to the guys to incite taking this special offer and show up with 3 or more guys. Julian didn’t get it…. so I calculated the stuff for him. Stupid whore… 25 dollars for one guy, let’s say…. 30 minutes duration. So Julian would collect 75 dollars in 90 minutes, if everything turns out fine. If he would discount gangbangers (10 dollars each guy) he would earn in 30 minutes with three guys banging the shit out of him 45 dollars. If he could repeat this 3 times (90 Minutes) it would sum up to 135 dollars. He would get, in the same amount of time, 60 extra dollars. “That would be awesome.” Julian cheered loudly. I smiled, nodded and thought… ‘Yeah bitch. Splendid - you stupid cunt.’ “And for the beginning I wanted to show you a place, which might be really a good location for a first timer like you, with no competition at all, but lots of possible customers” I said. Julian looked around but all he could see was only desert. “That’s the clue. We will drive to a parking lot, which is the only spot in this desert. No gas station or restaurant, which would only make it harder to whore around without getting in trouble. You can make yourself a name there. You could offer yourself to the truckers, right in their rigs or at the latrine of course. There is also a deserted hut close to the latrine. You could set up a room for you there and sleep on a mattress while waiting for costumers” I sounded cheerfully. This way the guys, who knew Julian was sleeping in the hut, could enter the place and simply use Julian’s body and give him the cash immediately. So Julian would not have to be at the latrine 24 hours offering his body. He could rest a bit from time to time and still be available with his holes. I knew there was already a mattress in the hut and it got used quite regularely. Julian would have an easy job there. I advised him to sleep on his belly. It would make the service so much easier for his customers. “But how can I get food or something to drink, if I got no transport….” he interjected. I thought about it and told him that he could lower the prices and instead of charging 25 Dollars for unprotected anal intercourse… he should ask for 15 Dollars and an old burger. The latrine would hold most of the time water, so he shouldn’t die of thirst and most of the time the urinals would be blocked. So there would be always enough to drink, directly out of the urinals or the latrine itself. Julian thought about it silently. “I don’t know…. I feel insecure about this” he answered. “You would be out of your step-dad’s radar and you could try this kind of job out, at least for a week. Who knows, maybe you will have earn enough money to buy yourself a brand new car by then” I lied. Julian’s eyes sparkled. “You think so?” he asked excited. “If you don’t deny any customer, then you should be rich in no time” I gave him a winning smile. You should not care about the looks so much or the age. It is only important that your customer-service is brilliant. Just offer your body to all the guys who are willing to pay for your holes and then let them in and milk their dicks. It’s an easy job. You simply keep your legs apart for strangers and welcome them if they shoot their junks in your body. With this gratitude you make sure, that those guys will come back to you again to abuse your body over and over again – and I think you might make it.” Of course there might be heterosexual men, who would deny his service and still then I told Julian he could sell other services to those possible customers. He could offer them, to drink their piss out of the latrine or they could pay for punching him or beating him up. Of course he should set rules for such a service, like no beating to the face or no bone crushing. Julian was scared of this idea, but I told him he should give it a try – at least he could earn a couple of dollars for this kind of stuff, if no other costumer is available for a fuck. To get the motor running I suggested I could ‘play’ his first costumer. I would ask him loudly at the latrine how much he would take for bareback assfuck and would hand him the money. Of course he would have to give me the money back later on. This was only part of the advertisement, so that people would know he is a professional and that I could shoot my toxic load into him. I told him I was sure, that some of the other guys, would take the opportunity and ask about the prices, and he would be in business. Julian nodded and agreed to do it that way. “Excellent….” I said with a smile....

So, Friday the 26th of August, I took a day off work to hook up with this guy I knew was recently sero converted. Mark had been pozzed a couple months ago and as far as I knew was on meds. We had fucked before. He is a versatile bottom and a multiple cummer. I knew I could count on him for multiple loads! I showed up at his place shortly after 8 am and we were naked and into it minutes later. After about thirty or forty minutes of foreplay, kissing, sucking, rimming, jacking and so on, I begged him to fuck me. Mark had me lay on my stomach and, while I shifted poppers, he lubed me up and then pushed his hard cock inside me. Wonderful! I was being fucked by a poz guy I knew, without protection. If you have followed any of my posts, you know I'm skipping PreP several days a week. Well, I arranged our play time on Monday and, knowing he was poz, I stopped taking my pills that night. So, no PreP for me for six days (I skipped Saturday, too). I knew mark was on meds but just skipping PreP made the sex incredible for me! As expected, he came in my ass six times, once in my mouth, and had three dry orgasms. I was so aroused ,I managed to top him and blew my load in his ass after a good 15 minutes of thrusting. So hot! After, we were cuddling and kissing and so on and he commented that it was a good thing I was I on PreP because he had some problems with drug interactions for HIV treatment with some other meds he was on, and he wasn't actually "undetectable". I asked him what his VL was and he said 400,000 last time he was tested, three weeks ago. I kissed him and told him I'd stopped taking PreP nearly a week ago. He just hugged me, then said "I need an hour before I can come again." I gave him that hour, and he gave me more. Im taking this Friday off, too!

THE NEWEST STAFF MEMBER Part 1: MeaTing the appliCUNTS “NEXT!” Riley called at full volume into the large gymnasium/impromptu waiting room, before glancing up and realizing there was only one kid still waiting to interview for the sales position. “Oh sorry kid…didn’t see you there…you know this position is for 18 or older, right?” “Yessir,” responded the lad who Riley guessed to be 15 at the oldest, based on his height, smooth skin, round cheeks and the layer of baby fat still clinging to his trim frame. Sensing the older man’s disbelief, the boy produced his Velcro wallet by tugging on the chain connecting it to his neon green belt, which contained a driver’s license that showed him to be 18 only two weeks before. “See dude…I mean, sir. Just turned 18 on the 23rd of last month.” “I see that,” Riley said, still examining the ID. The edge of the window containing the laminated sheet conveniently covered the expiration date, making the man smirk to himself. He remembered using the same trick when using his cousin’s expired ID to get into clubs in college. Still the boy was able to answer all the trick questions Riley could come up with (what is your sign? Isn’t your house right down the street from ______? I guess that means you graduated in _____?), so he let it drop and turned his attention to the kid’s application as he turned to head back into the office. “I don’t wanna waste your time young man,” Riley said to the boy, offering him a seat across the small desk from where he’d set up his laptop. “We’re looking for someone with some sales experience, and the only work you’ve done is mowing lawns and walking dogs.” “If you give me a chance Mr. um” The boy paused, realizing he’d forgotten to catch Riley’s name when he announced it to the group earlier that morning. “Marx. Riley Marx.” The older man reminded him, smirking again at the inexperience the teen showed. “Seriously?” The boy’s face widened with a smile, making him seem even younger. “Riley is my name too!” “Is that so?” Marx returned the smile as he glanced down at the application the teen filled out and turned into him. “This says your name is Robert Dawson.” “Uh, yeah.” The boy’s voice cracked as his mind sped to find an explanation. “that’s, you know, my, um, legal name. Everyone just, um, CALLS me Riley, cause, um, my Dad’s name is Robert too and that way we don’t get mixed up.” It was more likely that this young man really was named Riley and the ID and name belonged to a similar looking older brother or perhaps even a family friend, but Riley Marx decided he would let it slide since the boy seemed so relieved that he was not asking any follow up questions. Instead he sat back and listened to the determined teen insist that, given the chance, he’d prove himself to be a hard worker, quick learner and dedicated employee. He told a sad tale of his acceptance into a program at the nearby community college, but being unable to afford it as the 5th of 7 kids. It was tempting to hire the boy, but Marx knew better than to give in to such fancies when corporate sent him to handle the hiring of a new sales force at jobfairs like this one. They cared very little about sweet stories and high hopes in comparison to high volume sales and technical know-how. Heartbroken, the boy stood and shook the hand of the 43 year old interviewer and walked slowly towards the door, nodding along as he heard the same reasons he’d heard at every interview he’d been to since dropping out of school and getting his GED. As he was about to step back into the gym, now eerily quiet and lonely with no one left waiting, he stopped and turned to make one last plea. “Please sir, I gotta get some money and move out on my own. I can’t take another day sleeping in a room with my 3 brothers, sharing one bathroom between the 9 of us,” the younger Riley begged, his eyes welling up with tears. The older Riley was still ready to stand firm until the boy uttered the three most perfect words: “I’ll do anything.” “I can’t hire you for the company,” Riley Marx repeated, causing the boy to look down and sigh, but his gaze shot up as the man continued. “But, if you’re willing, I’ve been looking for someone to work for me as a pool cleaner, grounds keeper and general go-fer at my house. I can’t pay much, but you could stay in the basement while you’re working for me, and there should be plenty of spare time for you to find another part-time job and perhaps even start school again.” “I’LL TAKE IT! ” The boy shouted, lunging back into the room and thrusting his hand into the older man’s palm. “Thanks so much dude, this is awesome-“ “Not so fast!” The man said, stopping the pumping hand grasping his own, and pulling the teen in slightly. “If I’m gonna put my ass on the line for you, there will be no more of this Dude stuff. It will be Sir or Mr. Marx, and I will call you Riley or kid, got it?” “Yes Ri- I mean Yes sir, Mr. Marx.” The teen was a quick study. “Good, and one more thing,” Mr Marx lowered his voice and pulled the teen even closer, until his sandy brown mop of hair was so near to Mr. Marx’ nose that he could smell the cheap shampoo and sweet scent of hair gel, making his dick begin to harden inside his designer briefs. “I can’t have my neighbors thinking I hired some random kid off the streets or wake up to your parents banging on my door, demanding I return their little boy, so as far as your family is concerned, you tell them you’ve got a job working as a camp counselor and won’t be able to call or text or anything except occasionally email. If anyone near my house asks, you’re my nephew, and you’re living with me until you find a job, understood kid?” “Yes sir, Mr Marx. Thank you sir!” They shared a momentary “bro-hug” (one arm pat on the back while shaking the other arm) and the teen dashed off with instructions to check his email when he got home, where he would find Mr. Marx address and the time and day that weekend he was to arrive. Now that the kid was gone, Marx wasted no time in opening his laptop, freeing his hard cock from his khakis and briefs and setting to work to find the boy on social media. With the help of the 20 year old female profile, (Tricia) he’d created to aid in such searches, he quickly landed on the home page, blog and profile of one Riley Dawson. Jerking furiously, he scrolled through album after album of pictures from school dances, summer parties, family vacations, until he found some pictures from a friend’s slumber party with a lock on them. Two lines of flirting with the boy who’d posted them and a friend request from Tricia was all it took to get the password and Marx had to slow his stroking to stop from cumming right then and there. From start to finish, the photos showed the kid and a few buddies performing a strip show for some girls, each lad eventually ending up in nothing but a sock pulled on over his semi-hard teen tent pole. Some of the teens were better hung or more ripped, but none of them had the cute, innocent, cherubic look that Riley Dawson had. Plus, the kid was nearly hairless from head to toe, except for a light dusting under each arm, a slight trail from his belly button to his “sock” and some peach fuzz on his calves, forearms and buns. The most promising pictures appeared once the boys were back in their boxers though. A set showing the underage party goers enjoying a bottle of jack daniels, jello shots and a very large bong with a huge bowl filled to the brim with green, sticky-looking weed. The last photo in the collection featured the kid, bong in one hand, plastic cup filled with jack and coke in the other, as he exhaled a mighty cloud of smoke towards the camera. Jumping up with his pants around his ankles and dashing as best he could to the door, Marx locked it and shut the blinds over the window looking out from the rec center office onto the empty gym. He could hear the sounds of kids playing ball in the next gym over and occasionally their coach’s whistle, but he risked the possibility of being found in favor of smoking while jerking to the photos of his new guest. Whipping out his glass bubble, he sparked the torch and melted the crystal puddle inside it. His hand left his throbbing 9 inch prime cut of meat long enough to take a massive hit from the pipe, before setting it aside and continuing his work. He imagined how easy it was going to be to convince the kid to try smoking tina, and with a small dose of g to ease the road, how much fun they’d have once he had the kid, nude, lubed and stuffed full of his massive member. Closing his eyes and seeing the teen’s smile, he heard the boy’s voice repeat over and over “I’ll do anything” and could see his face change into a gasp of ecstasy as his imaginary penis covered them both in boycum, while his sweet virgin hole took every inch of Marx meat until he was swallowed entirely by boybuns. Fountains of sperm erupted from the perverted drug-dealing middle-aged man’s cock at that moment. The desk, keyboard, screen, cheap carpet, squeaky old rolling chair, his shirt, pants, briefs, tie and even the calendar pinned up behind him all received a healthy shot of seamen across them, soaking in where they could, and otherwise drying until sticky and crusty white. When the last spasm shook his body, Mr. Marx collected himself, emailed the photos to a couple of friends and packed up his belongings. The idea of cleaning his fluids from the office furniture or at least wiping off the boys basketball calendar crossed his mind, but he decided to leave things as they were, since no one would be back to this office for a few hours anyway, and by then the stains would be mistaken for spilled soda or sunscreen. “Shit,” Mr. Marx stopped just outside the door to the exit, and turned instead to the locker room, since he could see the splash of cum across his oxford, tie and pants now that he was under the fluorescent lights of the gym once more. Standing at the sink, he dabbed the spots with cold water, and while he saved the shirt and khakis, he knew there was no chance for the tie. Untying it and pulling it from round his neck, he rolled it up and tucked it in his pocket, deciding to save it anyway, his mind filling with naughty thoughts of how many ways he could use it to restrain his new teenage boytoy. His cock was hard again, so he turned around and walked back towards the stalls, only stopping when he heard a soft moan coming from a changing booth at the far end of the lockerroom. Glancing down to where it originated, he had a hard time seeing since the lights were out at that end and the sun had set enough to only give a soft glow through the frosted glass bricks that lined the top of the stalls. Still, he couldn’t miss the unmistakable sound of a lighter clicking and a boy coughing while an older voice whispered “that’s good boy. Take another hit then get back to sucking my cock.” Sneaking closer, careful to be as quiet as possible, Mr. Marx smiled as the occupants came into view. The older voice belonged to the Basketball coach and Mr. Marx longtime friend who allowed him to use the gym for interviews. The young coughs belonged to a teen from the team, who was so busy puffing at the pipe and thrusting his hard cock against the coach’s, that he never saw the two old pervs share a smile and the coach signal for Mr. Marx to come join them. The boy choked and coughed on his huge cloud, but the coach wasted no time before shoving the young college bound ball player’s head towards his hefty 8 inch uncut black meat. With his mouth impaled on the black battering ram, no one heard his muffled scream as Mr. Marx unleashed his dripping dick and speared it up the boy’s hole. Crying and struggling, the boy was no match for the two older, more experienced men, who had raped barely legal lads like him for nearly twenty years together. It wasn’t until he was so defeated that he went limp that his arms were allowed to fall from where the coach had twisted them behind his back. Knees buckling, he only whimpered as they twirled him onto his back on the changing booth floor and continued tag teaming his hole while feeding him hit after hit off the pipe. Soon he had two sizeable cumloads inside him, and his own boyjizz splattered all over his smooth tan abs, team jersey, and smeared across his coffee colored lips and burgeoning black moustache. “Thanks for letting me get in on that,” Marx said as the men watched the teen limp to his beaten-up old sedan and speed off towards home. Experience told him not to worry about the young man possibly reporting him for rape. To young latin studs like him, masculinity was everything, and if it got out that he’d taken the sperm of a black stallion and some white business man, he’d be dead to his family, and never be able to find a woman who would marry him. “I’ll text you this weekend, Coach, once my new pool boy moves in and you can return the favor after I break in his virgin ass.” “Sounds good Mr. Marx,” The muscular black 47 year old replied as they parted ways in the parking lot. “Been awhile since we shared a virgin, you gonna invite all the guys?” “Maybe,” Marx replied, feeling his dick throb again. “we’ll see if I think he can survive a gang bang like that…” End of part 1

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… > >

First a little background. I have been bi from way back, probably really gay, but never brave enough to admit it. I had a friend in high school who used to get me to crossdress for him and we would fool around. I found this to be extremely hot and we fooled around off and on over the years, but well, we drifted and I buried that side of myself into the closet. I still jerked off to gay porn and have always had a huge need for dick , but put the urge aside because some 15 years ago I got married and did the family thing. When I married my wife my mother-in-law, who had divorced my wife's father, had remarried a guy named Eddie. No one in the family liked either Eddie (or for that matter, my mother-in-law). The problem with my mother-in-law was that years earlier she had been an open slut, and on several occasions my wife and her siblings had, as teenagers, caught their mother cheating on their father. So, at this point the family simply put up with my mother-in-law and Eddie out of a vague sense of familial obligation. It was also true, however, that everyone was happy at least my mother-in-law, who was in her early 80s, had someone to take care of her, as Eddie was somewhat younger than his wife, as he was 70 or so. Now, a topic of frequent conversation centered on the fact that the house which my mother-in-law and Eddie owned needed some major repairs, and since they live on Social Security, they had no money to bring the house back into good repair. Not surprisingly, as I am a plumber by trade, whenever the issue related to plumbing, the family asked me if I could do the work as a courtesy. "Sure," I answered, not that I enjoyed working for free, but it is family. I insisted, however, that my in-laws had to be out of the house for a week so I could do the job and not have anybody in the way, and, as I already said, I am not a fan of spending time with either of them anyway. One of the sons agreed to take them for the week and picked them up. I took all of my tools to their house and got started working on the plumbing. I had been very horny and had been spending a lot of time online getting all worked up for cock. To make the situation a little more fun I figured I could wear panties under my jeans while I worked, because I would be alone all day. It was a hot little reminder of the old days and I could jerk off whenever I wanted to. Then on the second day a car rolled into the drive. It is my brother in law bringing Eddie back to the house. explained he and Eddie had been arguing constantly and he couldn't have Eddie at his place anymore. I wasn't happy about having Eddie around, but figured 'What can you do?' Besides, I knew Eddie would likely walk to the liquor store everyday to grab some beers and sit around drinking, so as long as he stayed out of the way, I could live with it. Besides, it was his house, after all. So I went back to working on the double sink in the master bathroom. Eddie was bored and stood around watching me work. I was kneeling on the floor and totally lost track that I was wearing panties and sure enoughhe spotted them. He started laughing and remarked "Nice panties. What are you? Some kind of sissy?" 'Crap', I thought, 'this can't be good'. He just kept giving me shit about it and I tried to ignore him. After a few minutes he asked if my wife knew I wore her panties. I did not answer. He said I bet she doesn't you little sissy faggot. I told him to shut up. He said or what? what is the sissy going to do? He said you aren't going to do anything because if you do I will tell your wife all about you panty secret.. As a matter of fact I know how to treat sissyboys like you and you are going to do what I say or I tell her everything .. I could not believe what was happening , but it did turn me on a bit. So I asked so what do you want then? He said for starters you are going to come over here and start sucking my cock. Eddie was no ones idea of good looking. He was dirty with grey shaggy hair and mustache. He was skinny nasty missing some teeth and had a creepy southern sound to the way he spoke. As unattractive as he was just added to the excitement. I was terrified at what was happening but excited and horny at the same time. He unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. Surprisingly he had a nice looking cock, it had to be at least 6 inches just hanging there. I crawled over to him and took hold of his stinky cock. It had been forever since I touched someone else's cock but I was starting to really want it.. He said come on boy ,,get to sucking. I gave in and wrapped my lips around the head and started sucking for all I was worth. I was loving this stinky cock, I could feel as it got bigger, and I started using my hands to help control this monster. I had never sucked a huge cock like this before. When he was fully erect it had to be 8 or 9 inches long with a huge head that just kind of made is cock sag a bit like it was a struggle to hold the weight of the head... I looked at it and just kept going sucking and stroking it hoping to do a good job, for whatever reason I was wanting him to enjoy this.. more later..

So I'm at bathhouse getting banged in group room, on my back, and while the 3rd or 4th dude is in me, I lost control and pissed all over myself. Didn't think I needed to piss. In fact one of the dudes standing over me was the first to notice (and embarrassingly made a loud comment). I basically let the dude finish off and I bolted, embarrassed. This happened once before. Is this common?

Losing my virginity twice in the same day. Part1: This is actually a true story but of course I’ve changed the locations. So a little about me and how I lost my virginity twice the summer before my 10th grade of HS. I’m 5’9, about 160lbs, toned body…not muscled up, just wanted to keep everything tight – light brown hair that tends to go sandy blonde in the summer. Well growing up in the deep South, sex was not a topic brought up in most families except for “don’t do it before you get married or you will go straight to hell!” comments or talking about the local tramp that got knocked up by the local drunk. Us guys are always pushed to start dating certain girls from certain families. Well earlier on, I realized that I had to work extra hard to be interested in girls. I always thought I was just a “late bloomer” – hell, my older brother Ray was co-captain of the high school football team, one of the best baseball players and was always getting some early on. He dated and messed around all through jr high & high school. He was constantly having teammates over to swim in our pool, so I got to hang with most the guys. Ray and I were close. We were brothers but we were also best friends – very rarely did we ever fight or get mad at each other. We’ve spent a lot of time together this summer, bc he will be a senior this next year and has received a baseball scholarship to the major university another state. As soon as he graduates, he will be moving there to get settled in, so we’ve been making the best of our time together. They use to pick on me a little asking me if and when I had fucked my girl…and I always, just did the typical “shrug it off” moves and changed the subject. I remember starting to notice the guys more as we got older. I would look at their chests…some were hairy – some were smooth…some had tiny nipples, some were a little thicker. I also would notice how differently their chest sizes were and how their abs were different. When I started looking at their abs I would notice how some had those v-lines that would disappear behind their swim trunks. Something in me, starting to stir…I would try to put it out of my head Every time I was with my girlfriend and we were making, I would start thinking of those v-lines and my 7in cut dick started getting hard of course my gf Abby always thought it was her. I had to put these thoughts out of my head – I’m not gay…and being gay sure as hell wasn’t an option. My family and friends would kill me. Well one weekend the parents were going out of town and left my brother Ray in charge…fat chance. Our parents told us we could only have certain people over but no more. No girls could be at the house past 7pm. With us having the biggest pool in our neighborhood, everyone came to our house. Anyway my brother could have his 2 bestfriends Luke and Mickey over to stay and I could have my bestfriend Will over stay. Saturday, several more friends came over that afternoon, including my gf Abby. The guys were giving me hard time about not getting with her and still being a virgin. Well Mickey, who was a little more countrified. He had a big ol’ bumpkin head – sorta stocky, very hairy all over. He was always pulling at his junk which was about 7 inches uncut and showing us his hairy ass. Anyway, he was standing next to me really giving me hard time asking if I just had a small dick that was scared of pussy…he said “I hope you aint no fag – I’d hate kill one of lil’ brothers. (Mickey and luke always considered me their kid brother also). My brother was like “dude, what’s the deal – when are you gunna hit it, I know your dick works and it’s not small. (we shared a bathroom and I thought I had shut the door and caught me as I was shooting my load into the garbage can.) He, mickey and several of the other guys were laughing…so apparently he had told them he had caught me. Ray and I were close and he could tell I was starting to get upset but more embarrassed …and was like dude, it’s cool…we all jackoff – hell Mickey here does about 10 times a day….they all started busted out laughing…it was very evident that I was still upset and embarrassed. While all this was going on, I had noticed that Luke was getting out of the pool while telling the guys to leave me alone. As like Ray, I’ve known Luke my entire life. For years, I actually thought he was my brother since he and ray were always inseparable but never knew why he had to go to the house next door to sleep. The 3 of us always hung out, played sports, games…etc. He was tall, blonde hair, bright green eyes, very pretty lips, no hair anywhere that I could see – he had one of those vlines on his very sculpted body. I had seen his dick before in the showers and soft I looked like a monster. Luke, knowing me so well – he knew I was upset. He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and was like guys…cut it out..he will get his when he is ready. He made a comment to one of the baseball players and making fun of him saying that I didn’t want to be like him and shoot my load all over the girl before I even got it in..and then he made a couple other comments that slipped my attention. Something was starting to happen. I could hear that Luke was talking and I could that the other guys were talking but it sounded like the teacher from Charlie brown. All I could focus on was these 2 strong arms wrapped around me… I was starting to get hot…that sun must be glaring on us…but it’s cloudy….I could feel the warmth of his breath on my ear and the side of my face as he is talking to the other guys….. I could feel rise and fall of his chest that touching my back – skin to skin. He was wet from being in the pool, it was cool –yet, felt great against my skin. But what really had me thrown off was that I was paying attention to how he felt up against my ass. I was starting to have all these crazy feelings…it’s not like I haven’t felt his groin up against my ass before, hell I’ve even sat in his lap before in the jeep headed to the lake…but this time it was different to me for some reason – although Luke’s swimtrunks were sorta thin and you could always see the outline of his dick swinging – I swear I felt it bounce a little against my ass a couple times…then I felt a rush of panic come over me – I felt my dick getting harder in my shorts…right there in front of brother and all his friends….what the hell is happening to me…… To be continued……..(Let me know what yall think)

Anyone up for slamming and raping? Manchester Area

With all the pushing against your bladder its just natural to do so. Nothing to worry about. Happend with a lot of guys I bred. Its hot.

This has to be the best and hottest story I have read, I've lost count of the number of times I have cum

Has happened to me, I thought it was hot and so did the top who proceeded to pause fucking, piss on me and then resume fucking.

Went to a gay naked pool party in southwestern Maryland, Sunday. Socialized and got fucked seven times. Kinda drunk and on poppers, not sure how many were raw loads but condoms seemed seldom used at that party. No mind, seven different cocks felt great. That night, dude I've bottomed for with ambiguous HIV status texted me. We're hooking up in a week so he can seed me with an unmedicated load. I may be poz in a couple weeks. Meanwhile, Monday a regular p!amateur hosted in his apartment in Laurel. Seven guys, all vers except me. I took five loads from amazing cocks and had two anal orgasms! Fifth guy busted his nut inside the host. No poz action but seriously hot bareback play! On a related note, the more I bottom, the more popular I am at these parties

Ive had that happen to me. I didnt feel embarassed at all. I thought it as hot that the top was able to do that to me.

Biggest was a guy I worked with at a local drive through when I was 16. He was a black guy from South Africa it was no joke 13in and as thick as my wrist. He fucked me for a couple hours before he bottomed out and then fucked me for a couple more after he was balls deep. Lol he had me on my back on the prep counter while he stood. Dude had stamina. He only fucked me a few times cause he was "straight" but he did tell me I was the only one that has ever taken the whole thing.

Wanna be there watching you take Chris's hard bare POZ cock up your ass, hearing you begging him for his thick Toxic cum to fill you up and make you his POZ boy

Continuation...a little long. Had to resolve a few plot points. It should heat up again next chapter. I think. _______________________________ Chapter 13) The gang bang had ended, and the thoroughly cowed faculty had been sent on their way, warned that if they complained, got medical treatment or went to the police, the video of them raping me would be posted on the internet and forwarded to the president of the university, the cops and the news media. I wanted to ruin them, but quietly: have my dad negotiate a huge financial settlement for all the guys in the frat, and as an additional condition demand the immediate resignation of all five of them. Or maybe just four. The “straight” math teacher – Larry – had turned into a complete cum dump. He was moaning to be fucked again after Mike and I had finished, so Carlos stepped up and rammed his enormous dick in Larry’s butt, shot another load and rubbed another one out of the so-called straight guy. He might be the best candidate as a puppet faculty advisor if I couldn’t convince everyone to play it my way, and we just held the threat of annihilation over the Gang of Five Creeps. But for now I was contemplating climbing the steep, narrow stairs. Every bone in my body hurt, I was hungry and exhausted; I shook my head and moaned, “I’ll have to sleep down here until I’m strong enough to make it up the stairs.” “Don’t worry baby, I’ll carry you,” said Carlos, as he hoisted me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “This is how we got you upstairs last night.” Had it only been a day? It felt like weeks…months. Once we made it to the basement level from the sub-basement, he shifted me so that he was now cradling me against his chest. “I’m sorry baby,” he murmured. “For what?” I asked. “I said I wouldn’t let anybody hurt you but…” “Oh fuck, not you, too,” I sighed. “I’ll tell you what I told Mike: I decided to do this. I could have left but I didn’t, remember? You said I had major cojones. And you did just fine – you’ve got a wicked uppercut.” He smiled weakly. I was too tired for any further argument and gave up. Ike was waiting to take over at the foot of the stairs from the basement to the main floor of the house; for the last lap, Mike carried me upstairs, and delivered me to Aiden and Aaron, who began clucking over me like a couple of mother hens immediately. Everyone else seemed to have gone to bed; it was just about 4:00 AM. “Okay, into the tub for a nice warm oatmeal bath,” said Aaron, as he walked me to the bathroom. “Then you should take Advil – five or so should do it, that’s equal to prescription strength, it won’t kill you,” he added as I shook my head. “And we have some lotion that you can use on your butt to ease the sting. No getting fucked for the next four days at least, better if you wait a week.” “You want something else to eat or drink, Darren?” Aiden asked. “Is there more soup,” I asked “and some crackers or toast or something? Maybe some hot tea?” “Sure, we’ve got all of that,” he said, and left to prepare my pre-dawn snack. Aaron helped me climb in the tub; the warm water was soothing and I sighed contentedly. “Thanks. I’m sorry you have to stay up and play nursemaid, you must be exhausted too.” “Aiden and I slept while Carlos and Ike monitored the video,” Aaron explained. “Plus who would know better than Aiden and me what you’d need after that ordeal?” He shook his head and sighed, then began stroking my hair. “They were extra vicious to you. Daddy Scorpio must have told them to do it, or convinced them you were a pain pig or something. It was when he started choking you that Carlos and Ike woke up everybody and we all ran down to stop it.” “I don’t think I ever said thanks for saving me. How did you get in? Does everyone know the code?” “Daddy Scorpio set it and he isn’t exactly tech-savvy. He used 5-4-3-2-1 as the combination, so it wasn’t hard to memorize,” Aaron said, rolling his eyes. I laughed for the first time in hours. Aiden arrived with a tray holding another large mug of hot chicken soup, a mug of hot tea with honey and lemon, and some toasted whole-grain bread spread with raspberry jam. I slowly ate and drank, holding the plate so that I didn’t get toast crumbs in the bath water. By the time I’d finished, the water had cooled; Aiden and Aaron helped me out of the tub, and handed me a towel to dry off. I could hardly keep my eyes open at that point. “Time for bed,” Aiden said. “You look like you’re going to fall asleep on your feet.” They led me to Mike’s room, but the bed was empty. “Where’s Mike?” I asked, disappointed. “He’s bunking on the floor in a sleeping bag in Ike’s and my room,” Aaron said. “He thought you’d want the bed to yourself.” I made a small, annoyed sound, turned my eyes heavenward and shook my head. “Can you please go get that idiot?” I asked. Aaron grinned and said, “Sure. I’ll send him over.” When Mike walked in he looked tired, but not as if he’d been woken out of a sound sleep. He seemed braced for something, tense. The teasing, sarcastic words I would usually have employed under these circumstances died on my tongue. “I don’t want to sleep alone,” I said simply, and felt my eyes sting. He obviously relaxed and said “Neither do I.” We got in his bed, and wrapped ourselves around one another. “Thinking about being with you was the only thing that got me through this night,” I whispered. Mike gently kissed my cheek; odd to think that he now represented safety and security given how it had all started. But I knew he was a good man with a good heart. Finally exhausted, I fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me, keeping me warm. ————————— We were awoken by a brisk knock at the door and then Aiden entered without waiting for a response. “Goddamn it,” I grumbled drowsily. “What is it about this fucking room?” I had a wicked headache. “Good morning to you, too,” Aiden said. He was carrying a large sack from which a tantalizing array of odors wafted: coffee, eggs, French fries and pancakes. “It’s noon, you’ve gotten seven hours of sleep and you’ve got a lot to do today. Ouch,” he said looking at me more closely. “That’s some shiner you’ve got there.” “What?!? Where’s your mirror?” I asked Mike. “I don’t have one in here,” Mike said. I looked at him disbelievingly. “How do you check out your outfits?” He shrugged. I rolled my eyes and went to the bathroom down the hall to take a look. A bruise spread over my left cheek bone, a lurid shade of deep purple, just beginning to go green and yellow on the edges. No wonder my head hurt. “I’m surprised you haven’t been arrested for crimes against fashion,” I told Mike when I returned to his room. “I have a mirror we can bring here when we move in my stuff today.” Mike’s smile was dazzling as he stroked my right cheek. “We’re moving your stuff here?” he asked. “Well, sure. I mean…unless you don’t want me to…” I trailed off, feeling foolish. He looked at me intently, seriously. “Of course I want you to.” “It’s time to eat,” Aiden said unsentimentally as he unpacked the paper bag. “Especially you, Darren, you’re running on chicken soup and fumes.” “Are you sure you’re not Jewish?” I asked. “You sound just like my mom.” Aiden smiled and shrugged. “And are you always this disgustingly cheerful in the morning?” I asked snarkily. He ignored me. “This is for you, Mike,” handed him a white plastic bag, “and you should take a couple more of these,” he said handing me a large bottle of ibuprofen and then finally left us to our breakfast. The plastic bag contained Mike’s medications; it turned out that Carlos had gotten the key to the cupboard where Daddy Scorpio kept everyone’s meds. There was orange juice, coffee, scrambled eggs, bacon (which I passed on), hot buttered toast, French fries, and pancakes with mixed berries and whipped cream. We sat on the floor and dug in. I hadn’t been aware of how hungry I was until I began to eat. “We’re going to have to figure out our next move before those bastards try anything,” I said, pausing my greedy inhalation of scrambled eggs. “I don’t trust any of them further than I can throw the Empire State Building. And I’m supposed to Skype with my parents tonight. With this eye I’m going to have to tell them something.” Mike grimaced. “I suppose you’re right. Is there any way they’ll keep it quiet?” I knew he was worried about his family finding out, and he wasn’t the only one with that problem. “I’m going to try to convince my dad to cut a deal with the college administration. They’re not going to want any publicity around this either, but my plan is that they have to pay out a lot of money to keep us quiet. Can I get just a part of the video to email if I need to persuade him?” “Carlos will set it up, he’s a whiz with computers. If your dad would negotiate for us, it’d be great,” Mike said. “My mom will probably want to write an article and then a book. I’ll try to stop her, but I know she’ll use pseudonyms.” Which if she named the University or any of the circumstances would be no shield at all. “Maybe she’ll be satisfied with just writing about me since everyone already knows everything about how I was born,” I finished sourly. Mike grinned. “I read her memoir for a writing class.” “Oh fuck,” I said. Of course they’d use it here because of Dad’s connection to the place. “C’mon, I thought it was sweet. There’s no doubt that they both really, really wanted you.” I sighed, rolled my eyes and barely refrained saying “whatever.” “Honey, we have to get you to the clinic today and get you on PeP,” Mike said, adroitly changing the subject. I felt torn – I didn’t really want HIV, but I didn’t want anything to come between me and Mike or my other friends. Seemingly reading my mind, Mike continued “We need to do this right, or your parents are going to be furious.” “I suppose so,” I acknowledged grudgingly. “And then you can transition to PreP, and we’ll be taking one of the same medications.” “What?” I said. “Yeah, I take Truvada to treat HIV. You’ll have to take it every day.” “Then what’s the point? I may as well just let myself convert,” I argued. “Darr, sweetheart, please just do this for me, okay?” he said, grasping my shoulders. “It’s going to be tough enough facing your mom and dad without missing something obvious like this.” “Ohh-kaaay,” I said, feeling oddly dejected. “You’re right. Since we’re going out, you wouldn’t happen to have my clothes, wallet and phone, would you?” “Tucked away in our chest of drawers,” he said nodding at the piece of furniture in question. Our – I liked the sound of that. “Your boots are in the closet.” We finished eating, took showers, shaved and I got dressed in the clothes I’d chosen especially for Friday night: a tight red t-shirt and tight black jeans with boots. I’d only worn them for a couple hours, so they were still fresh. Mike came up behind me, and pulled me back against him. I winced a little, still sore. “You look incredible. It was all I could do to keep from ripping that outfit off of you as soon as you walked in the door on Friday,” he murmured in my ear. I leaned back against him. “Then my plan worked.” “Definitely. Okay, places to go and things to do,” he said, leading me out of his room and down the steps. It took two trips to move all my belongings in Ike’s car, which I unpacked with the help of Mike, Carlos and McCloskey (whose first name I’d found out was Steve). I pointedly ignored their teasing about how much stuff I’d brought with me as we made room in the closet and dresser. Then I went with Mike to the clinic where I explained that I’d had unprotected sex and needed to start prophylaxis against possible HIV infection to a rather grouchy male nurse-practitioner. He insisted on a full physical and comprehensive blood work. One look at my battered anus got me prescriptions for an oral antibiotic and a topical ointment, as well as the Truvada, along with a lecture on safer sex and questions about the circumstances under which I’d had so much sex that my anal and rectal canals were so irritated. I brushed him off, but couldn’t avoid a follow-up appointment. Once back at the house, I curled up in the window seat in Mike’s room and caught up on some reading assignments. We had pizza for dinner, along with minestrone soup and salad. “Who’s paying for all this food?” I asked. “Daddy Scorpio,” said Aiden with a satisfied smile. “He’s hoping we’ll keep quiet, so it’s bribe. But none of us are above bribes.” Then, finally, the hard part: Skyping with Mom and Dad. I initiated the connection, and then moved so I’d be off screen. Mike, Carlos, Ike, Aiden and Aaron were in the room with me for moral support. “Darren, sweetie, is that you? Move over, we can’t see you,” my mom said. “Are you sitting down?” I asked. “Why?” my dad asked suspiciously. “Just tell me. And if you’re not sitting, please sit.” “Okay, okay, we’re both sitting,” my dad said exasperatedly. “What have you done now? Dyed your hair green and cut in a Mohawk?” I moved so that I was in their sight line, watched my mother’s jaw drop, and then her face crumple. “Darren, what happened?” she demanded. “From the looks of it, our charming son finally met his match and got socked in the eye for mouthing off.” I was irritated enough at his assumption I earned the bruise that I just blurted it out. “No. I was assaulted. Sexually.” “What?” my mother shrieked. “How did this happen? Have you seen a doctor, have you called the police?” “I went to a clinic and they took care of me and prescribed some medicine, you’ll see the charges on the insurance and my credit card. The police…it’s kind of complicated.” I had prepared my version carefully, memorizing a bulleted list that I’d shared with everyone with instructions to memorize it, or else I’d add them to any criminal complaint. That shut up Daddy Scorpio’s supporters in a hurry. “Complicated?” my dad said, looking skeptical. “Meaning…?” “I went on a date this past Friday, with a really nice guy, but…” “He’s not nice if he raped you,” my mother said flatly. “It wasn’t him. I said it was complicated. He’s the pref…president of a fraternity and he wanted me to pledge. We had a lovely time together. I met some of the guys, they’re great and I decided to join. When I left the Fraternity house, someone grabbed me, and took me to a basement room…” “Oh, my poor, sweet angel. I told you we should have him stay in New York,” my mom said turning on my dad furiously. “We would have been able to keep a closer eye on him.” Me mum had hit on the only upside I’d been able to find when Dad insisted I go to this bucolic setting for college: severing the umbilical cord. I loved Mom, but she had a tendency to hover. “But,” Dad began. “We’ve sent our son into the middle of a real-live Deliverance because you insisted that he attend your alma mater,” she said, reaching for tissues as she started to cry. “They weren’t hicks, mom,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Who did this?” my dad said, now angry. “Have you gone to the police or the campus authorities?” “I keep saying it’s complicated, Dad. Let me finish.” I took a deep breath. “It was several faculty members.” “Several. Faculty. Members?!?” said my dad, his face expressing how unlikely he thought this to be. “Who?” “Well, the guy who grabbed me is the football coach here…” “Zetcher? Impossible. I don’t believe it.” “Are you saying that I’m lying?” “You’d do anything to convince us to let you come back to New York, up to and including hitting yourself in the face with a two by four and then claiming you were raped. It’s not going to work.” I let my hurt show. “Okay. I was afraid of this. I didn’t want to, but I’m going to send you a video clip. Check your email.” I had the message ready to go that had the excerpt Carlos prepared attached, starting when Daddy Scorpio threatened me, then tackled me. I heard the ping on the family PC that indicated my email had arrived. Dad opened it and double-clicked on the attached mpeg. Next thing I heard was Daddy Scorpio’s yelling at me that I’d pay, my snarky comeback and then my scream as he tackled me. “Turn it off,” my mother said tearfully. “I can’t watch this!” “Darren…I…I’m sorry. I…” my dad stuttered. “You want to make up for it?” I said, irritated that my eyes were burning. “Come here. I need both of you,” and began to cry. “We’ll be there tomorrow, angel,” my mom promised. “As soon as we can get there.” “I have a deposition…” “Fuck the goddamn deposition, an associate or another partner will handle it if you explain that our son needs us, it’s a family emergency. Don’t say another word,” Mom warned my dad. I saw my friends exchange glances, wide-eyed at my mom dropping the “f” bomb. “Who made this video, and how did you get it?” he asked, and my mom’s eyes went to slits, her mouth a tight, straight line. “Friends who saved me.” “Huh?” Dad said, clearly completely perplexed. “Why didn’t they stop it from happening, then?” Time to play the trauma card. “Daddy, I’m exhausted, I have a headache and it’s all a little fuzzy. Can we talk tomorrow?” I gave them the address of the frat house so they could find me. “Try to get some sleep, angel,” said my mom as she dabbed her eyes. “We’re on our way,” just before we ended the session. “Baby, now I know where you get it,” said Carlos after I turned off my laptop. “Get what?” I asked. “That fearless mouth of yours,” he said admiringly. “Your mom sounds just like you!” “I think it’s the other way around, darling,” said Aaron. Aiden nodded his agreement and snickered. “Can you really sell them on this?” Mike asked. “Yeah, there’s a lot of gaps to account for,” Ike worried. “I’ll manage it. Somehow,” I assured them. They all look less than convinced. “It all hinges on the video and my testimony. And I will only testify as to what is on that video. There’s no proof for the rest.” And then a wave of fatigue washed over me. “I don’t about you guys, but I’m sleep deprived and have to face the parents tomorrow. So I’m ready to call it a night.” “Me too, Darr,” said Mike. The rest left our room for their own, we got ready (finally, my own toothbrush!) and snuggled together in bed. I fell asleep immediately. It was dark…I was in a room…Mike’s room? Or the “Chapel of the Scorpion”? What was just on the other side of the door over there? I knew I wasn’t alone…there was someone dangerous nearby, and I had to leave, but where’s the door? I saw someone – Daddy Scorpio? – coming towards me, tried to run then fell…and woke with a jolt and small shout. “Sweetheart, what is it?” Mike said as he turned on the bedside lamp. “A dream, just a dream,” I said as I tried to catch my breath. “Your heart is thumping a mile a second,” Mike said. “And you’re shaking. What was it about?” I shook my head, not wanting to relive it. “It’ll help, I promise. We’ve all been through it, the nightmares.” I thought a minute, and tried to hold on to the now-fading fragments of my dream. “I was someplace…” and I paused. “That’s a good start,” said Mike gently. I made a face at him, concentrated again. “I thought it was this room, then it changed to the room in the sub-basement, but it didn’t look the same. I saw a door but I knew someone was in the room and that they were going to try to hurt me,” I said, my breathing getting shallower. “And then I think I saw The Father…” “Daddy Scorpio,” Mike prompted. “Remember?” I smiled weakly. “Yeah, Daddy Scorpio. And he started towards me, I couldn’t find the door – it was gone – and then I tripped and was falling. That’s when I woke up.” He didn’t say anything else, just held me close. “Are you sure he can’t get in here?” I asked. I hadn’t thought about it before. Mike smirked. “All the locks were changed and the guys put bolts on all the doors inside. The frat operating fund paid for it. He’s locked out, believe me. Try to relax,” Mike said and kissed me on the forehead. “You’re trembling like a leaf.” I tried closing my eyes, and breathing deeply and rhythmically. The shakiness of the dream persisted, but I tried to hold still and let Mike sleep. “Still can’t sleep?” he asked. So much for that. “Yeah, sorry. Maybe I should sleep on the floor, or the couch in the living room.” “Don’t be stupid,” Mike said, sounding a little more awake. “There’s no point in neither of us sleeping.” “Let’s try something,” he said, and nuzzled my neck, began zeroing in on my hotspots. “This isn’t going to relax me,” I gasped. “I’ll want you to fuck me, and we can’t. That means I’ll be awake and horny.” “There’s other things we can do – let me take care of you” he whispered, then pressed his mouth to mine, and gently pushed his tongue between my lips. He was a fantastic kisser, and just let him take over though I felt frustrated that I couldn’t take him inside of me. Then he began working his way down: my ears, my jaw, my neck again, my chest, lazily tonguing my nipples as I twisted under him. He followed my belly down to the groin where he flicked a teasing tongue over the femoral artery, his warm mouth closing gently over my cock. I moaned as he increased the suction and began to lightly play with my balls; from the rhythmic pumping I could sense that he was simultaneously beating himself off. I could feel the buzz start in my lower back, and began to follow the nerves of my pelvis, to the root of my dick, no holding back now. My load shot into his warm, accommodating mouth. Mike didn’t let up on the suction and I writhed with pleasure so intense that it felt like torture. Then he was up on his knees and shooting his load on my chest and stomach. He lay down and kissed me again, tracing patterns in the load he’d unleashed on my abdomen. “I’m drawing hearts,” he murmured. I giggled weakly; the tension was gone. Mike seemed to sense the change. “They say sex is better than valium for relaxation,” he told me as he reached for the box of tissue that’d been left on the nightstand and gently cleaned me up. “Case in point,” I said sleepily. “Sleep tight, honey,” he answered. I felt him pull me close as I dropped into a deep, dreamless sleep.

A while ago a guy messaged me on BBRT and opened by asking if I was into poz play. While we are both undetectable, our interest was largely the taboo aspect of poz play. I replied I was, but he turned to be a flake and would never actually commit to meeting-up. The idea, though, was definitely a huge turn on. My profile at the time gave a fairly non-descript about my enjoyment of all loads, poz or otherwise, but the more I thought about my exchange with the guy on BBRT, I found myself wanting to explore poz role play, especially the expansion of my naughty side. I figured my main profile wasn't quite going to get at what I was secretly after, so I created a side-profile that got very specific about what interested me. As I had a free profile, though, the number of messages I could send and receive was somewhat limited. And to be pragmatic, my sense was that if a guy couldn't commit to actually playing within a couple of e-mails, it's not likely to happen, so I didn't waste much time with every guy who e-mailed me. Rather I made it a point to be direct, and if the guy waffled, I simply stopped responding and moved on. And let's be honest, BBRT is world-famous for having lots of flakes, so this shouldn't be a surprise. After the first night of responding to the e-mails I received on my new profile, over all it was a bit of a bust. At most I had a few vague prospects, but no one who was clearly ready to commit. I decided, however, to give the profile some time, just to see what comes. The second night I checked after I got home from work, and lo and behold, one prospect from the previous night happened to be nearby and wanted to go for it, and even as we were working out the details of time and place, I received a message from another prospect who opened by asking if I was free to play later that evening. Jackpot! I responded, scheduling the second guy for well after the first guy had left, thinking it was too soon to try small groups. The first guy arrived and to my pleasure he matched his pics (yeah!) and was hard the instant he took his trackies off. I started by giving him a blowjob just to make sure things stay stiff, but before long, he was ready to flip me over and have a go at my ass. The night before we had decided to emphasize verbal play, so we both knew what we were getting into. We both took a hit of poppers, he lubed-up, and entered my tight hole. It had been a few weeks since I was last fucked so I was a bit tighter than I wanted to be, but we got the job done. Once in, he starts with the hot poz talk, asking me if I wanted his poz cock and telling me he was going to knock me up. After around ten minutes of verbal debauchery I could feel a slight warm wetness burst ooze into my ass, and, of course, he grunted with pleasure. I had gotten my hot dirty load, just as I had hoped. After a few minutes to catch our respective breath, he cleaned-up and headed out. I hope I get to play with him again. Meanwhile I checked my mobile and saw that the second guy was good to go, and would arrive in an hour, so I did a quick clean-up, and right on time, he showed-up, walking right into my place, as I had instructed him. For this second guy I planned to blindfold myself to see if sight deprivation enhanced the session. When he walked into the bedroom I was already blindfolded, but called-out that I would remove the blindfold if he preferred. He didn't. Anon we went at it. :-). He approached the bed where I was laying, dressed only in a blue jockstrap. His member was rock hard. Two cut cocks in one night, in the UK. What are the chances? I began by giving him some good head, mixing in some impressive deep-throating. I thought I would just go until he stopped me and was ready to fuck. After a little bit, we poppered-up, he lubed up his cock, and slid in. His entrance was, thanks to the first guy, fairly easy, and when he leaned forward against my back, the verbal poz play began. This guy fucked with a great intensity, and after deep-fucking my hole for ten to fifteen minutes, he asked "You want that poz cum, boy." "Yeah, give me that poz cock," I replied, adding "yeah, breed that ass with your dirty load; charge me up." This led to the most intense grunt I've made as he emptied his balls, flooding my hole with his toxic wad. The intensity of the experience forced us to each catch our breath for a bit, and I honestly think he was somewhat surprised how intense fucking was when the poz aspect was emphasized. I can only hope this guy becomes a semi-regular play mate. Now after two intense poz wads, I'm here typing this up debating on whether or not I should go for a third guy. It's getting a bit late. I have to work in the morning, and as no one else seems a sure-fire prospect, I think I had better save the naughtiness for another night, as I don't want to risk a potential flake. Can't have it all at once, I guess. :-)

Part 5 continued... Clay waited in that position patiently like a good boy when he heard a zipper and a few snaps on the other side of the bathroom door. The door opened again, and if Dave looked hot before, he may as well have been a God now. There he was in a pair of black boots, leather chaps with yellow stripes up the side and leather jock to match, and a harness that fit his muscular hairy pecs perfectly. The other thing Clay noticed was a leather band around his upper arm that looked fucking sexy as hell. Dave spoke " from here on out you get to call me Sir, and I get to call you whatever I want. Got it? " Clay responded confidently with "yes Sir". He had never been in this kind of scene before, but was eager to show that he understood the rules. "You're a quick study boy, keep it up and I will give you a reward." His expression was pleased but serious, and he knew looking at the Young boy in front of him, that he was in control. "Yes Sir" was all Clay dared say. The geared up Man walked to the foot of the bed to where Clay's hole was exposed for him. He grunted his approval and spoke. "Hand me one of those pillows behind you" Clay turned back to grab a pillow as the Man instructed and handed it to him stealing a glimpse at how well his package filled his jockstrap, this made Clay salivate so much he had to swallow. Then his legs were pushed further back behind his head so his ass was up in the air and the pillow was folded up underneath him to elevate his boy butt leaving him feeling even more exposed. He loved it. Dave crouched down low enough so he was level with Clay's young pink hole. He got real close and inhaled the sweet scent radiating from the delicious ass in front of him. The scent of youth, sweat, and axe body soap. Clay could only see the upper Half of the Man's Face, but knew he liked what he saw. "When's the last time you had a Man's dick in there boy"? Clay answered "it's been several month's Sir, I normally just give head". This sent Dave over the edge with hunger and he buried his tongue deep in Clay's butt, he wasn't kidding, this hole was tight. Good. Clay could only gasp his approval, The feeling of this Man's tongue fucking him was heaven. His stubble rubbing back-and-forth caused a sensation he had never felt before and he knew the drugs were to thank! He enjoyed every thrust, and loved the feeling of his sphincter being lapped up from the inside. "Thank you Sir" he said, and the Man spit on his hole and blew. The cold air on his wet hole felt amazing. " Pull those cheeks apart kid, I wanna go way deeper in that pussy" Clay grabbed and spread, and oh fuck his Master did not disappoint. Nibbling and licking and plunging his tongue so deep that Clay was moaning loudly. " we gotta open you up, that is if you want my dick up there". "Yes please Sir, oh fuck I want your dick in me!" The Man stood up and pulled his semi erect dick out of jock and slapped it once on Clay's hungry wet hole. "Oh yeah? You like strangers with big dick's to fuck you little boy?" That was it, Clay almost came right there from hearing those words, he loved being called little boy by a Man in control. " Yes Sir, I've never wanted to be fucked so badly in my life!" Dave began rubbing his cock head over Clay's hole every few seconds pushing into it but never deeper than the tip. Clay pulled his cheeks apart further hoping he would feel this fat semi hard dick slide into him, but he only got teased and the Man above him was loving it. Slapping that willing hole with his fat cock and pushing just enough to make the boy beg, it was exactly what he wanted.

Any chance this continues? Fucking hot...and the possibility of incesT between brothers! Twins! Love it!

Just took 2 loads. First load was a bear I have been trying to get with for a while. Second load was a built skinhead. Big cock, big cummer. Several white pride tattoos. He railed my hole good, and filled me up full. He ducked me so violently. It was wonderful.

WARNING: Some straight sex in this part. If you don't like that, skip this part of the story. thanks for the encouragement. I know it's a little long...but I hope yall still like this. ________________________________________________________________________ Part 2: I didn’t know what was happening to me. Here I was standing in front of my older brother and all his high school friends in and around the pool and my dick is starting to get hard. What the hell, why am I paying more attention to Luke, my brother’s bestfriend and a guy I considered a brother also. Ive seen him naked a million times, we’ve rough housed around my entire life, he lives right next door – so we always see each other… he is standing behind me with his arms wrapped around me like he has done before – our bodies were touching. His bare, wet, sculpted chest was touching my bare skinned back. I could feel the water running down my naked back and his naked chest all the way to tops of our swim trunks we were wearing as his crotch was pressed up against my high ass. Why am I paying so much attention to this, why am I all of a sudden getting these weird feelings…why did it feel like his dick just bounced a couple times into my butt cheeks. Whatever it was, set off something in me. I started to panic when I realized that my dick was getting hard in my shorts and then came back to life as Mickey yelled.. “hey luke, you pinch’n Ryan’s little tits…he’s starting to get some wood” I was in panic mode as started to cover myself and try to figure out what to say..wait, did Luke’s dick just up against my ass again? I felt Luke’s grip around my body tighten and told the guys…”turn around and yall will see why Ryan is getting hard”…that’s when I focused on the end of the pool and saw that Ray’s girl of the month was rubbing tanning lotion on Abby, my girlfriend. Then the guys, led by Mickey was like ahhhhh yeah, lil’ bro gunna get him some tonight! Oh yeah. You know, typical hs locker talk…ray was like “why don’t you and Abby go up to the game room and hang out….in the bottom drawer of the green cabinets toward the back are some condoms…make sure you use them.” Then Ray shouted to Abby saying that I wanted to show her our new pool table…” of course Abby was game..she knew where this might lead – she had told me she was ready since she was a year older than me. All of sudden I felt cold and realized that Luke had stopped holding me but I could still feel our bodies slightly touching as he stood behind me. As Abby walked around the pool and all they guys with shit-eat’n grins on their faces, my dick had gone back to normal…thank goodness….As Abby got to me…she grabbed my hand and said lets go…as I turned around I looked up and met Luke’s gaze into my eyes like a million times before, but there was something different this time as he smiled at me. As I moved passed him, I felt a graze against my dick but this time it felt like it was almost on purpose – but it couldn’t be. Luke was straight, had a girlfriend and me and ray had walked in on them having sex before…no, he’s not gay. But I turned my head back to him and noticed he did another grin and winked at me…. So me and Abby get up to the game room and we start messing around and while we were kissing she was massaging my dick….”did Luke really touch my dick on purpose?” “what was with that smile and wink?” “he looks really good…..” my attention was broken again as Abby snapped me back into focus…along the major discomfort I was feeling….”You must really like that & me…you are super hard” – I realized that my dick was hard and confined in my shorts…What was going on with me….I’m sitting here kissing my girlfriend while she is rubbing my crotch and all I’m thinking about is Luke and how he felt so strong as he was holding me and the wetness from the pool running between….focus ryan abby said. I am ready to do this with you and by the looks of it, so are you, abby said. My sister told me that since we are both still virgins, that I should give you a blowjob first bc you would probably last longer on your second ejaculation. I was nervous but said okay….we both got undressed and laid on the floor kissing. She started licking the sides and stroking it…of course it was hard, I’m a teen. Wind blows against it, I’m hard….but all I could think was I was about to lose my virginity with my gf while my brother and all his friends were downstairs…with Luke….damn, my dick jumped and I realized that Abby had swallowed my dick and thinking of Luke my dick thicken causing her to gag a little. As I focused on her it just wasn’t as hard as it been earlier. She noticed and asked if she was doing something wrong. I told her it felt great, I was just a little uncomfortable on the floor like this…so we moved to the big chair in the corner. Here I was able to sit and lay back and let my full balls hang over the side of the leather chair. As she scooped up my balls and started licking and sucking on them and swallowing my dick, I leaned back and closed my eyes and tried to focus on the sensation but all I could focus on was Luke. I was picturing his tall, sculpted body….how the water dripped from his blonde hair down the side of his chiseled face to his thick neck…what is going on, I thought…am I gay…I can’t be – it’s not right…those shorts really are fitted on him…it really showed his dick swinging today. Omg – what is going on…I’m straight – ive got a girlfriend, I’ve got to get married and have kids….my family will kill me. But I just really am having all these crazy thoughts about Luke. Luke with those beautiful green eyes, those full lips…I just love how his nipples are tiny…but they are hard, I could feel them in my back as he was holding…..oh his arms felt warm and strong…..it was cool how for a moment it felt like our breathing had matched up as his naked torso was pressed up to my naked back….his torso…so tight and tan…that six pack that is really starting show…that scar on his right side from when Ray flipped them on the bike years ago….but that scar is right above where his v-line starts going down to his shorts that were pressed up against my ass…was that his dick that bounced…oh I can just imagine what it looks like hard…thick and veiny just sticking a mile out in front of him….ohhh damn, I’m must be getting cold I’m start to get chills and shake…but I wonder if his skin rolls back over the head so it looks like he is cut like me or if it just hangs….i wonder what it would be like to hold something that big or even taste it….OMG I can’t breathe oh this pressure….what is going on. I refocus and realized that I’m shooting cum all over the place. Abby was trying her best to swallow, but that was a lot of cum. I can’t believe that I thought about Luke the entire time she was sucking me. I was so wrapped up in thinking about him that I didn’t focus on Abby giving me my first blowjob. As I’m sitting there trying to catch my breath, My mind is going 90 to nothing…what is wrong with me. Maybe I’m just so horny that I’m thinking about everybody. I can’t be gay…I’m just horny like Ray and Mickey said. Refocus….Abby is cleaning up a little, I walk over to the bar counter to get us a couple paper towels…I give some to abby then I go back and I tear one off and wipe the cum off my stomach, dick and balls…then tear off another to wipe the sweat off my face…that’s when I look out of the window and see Luke laying there probably asleep on the chair in his shorts and sunglasses with the water glistening on his body now that the sun had come out….God his body is beautiful..i felt my dick bounce….what is going on with me…this can’t be happening…I lean down to the counter to gain some composure then I glanced back out the window and down at Luke….his hand was rubbing across his chest slowly….my dick bounced again…he then started to move his hand slowly back and forth down his rippled stomach…omg my dick was starting to rise….what is going on….wait, is he going further….he rubbed all the way down to the top of his shorts and just pulled the band down a little as he worked his hand down the side of his shorts…….i’m thinking, he has to be sleeping – he can’t be awake and doing that…I then noticed that my dick is bouncing against the cabinet door….lukes hand was moving so slowly up the side of his shorts…then he adjusted his dick….my dick went solid I and I had to step back. Holy shit…my dick got hard by watching my neighbor, my brother’s best friend, my brother readjust himself…. To be continued….. (let me know what yall think)

Nearly 4 decades of raw fucking and sucking never resulted in anything close to an STD. Until, that is, I got knocked up last fall. Since being poz, have had gono a couple times, syph and just last week found out HEP C antibody test is poz, gotta do more testing on that one. No doubt, once compromised it seems as if my immune system is letting the other bugs play. Of course, as a poz dude, I might just have found a more interesting group of guys to fuck me.

I'm looking for a toxic breeder to convert me & 3 neg mates at a parTy here in Auckland.

hooked up at a bathhouse last night with a hot young guy with a nice tight body. For a young guy, he new exactly how to open up my hole. The guy was amazing. He dropped two loads in me.

Pity I wasnt @ that match Rugger pig with big firm ass here allways lookin for more cocks n loads

PART 4 "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Darin heard the wail of climax just as he felt his fucker shove the thick uncut dick into his ass and hold it there as the beginning of the first wave of cum raced through the dick and into his ass. A fusillade of cum shots was released and blasted into Darin's ass. Each shot injected into his ass a thick glob of protein where it splattered outward smearing and coating his lining with the gooey off white liquid. The thick goop spread out and coated the head of the dick and seeped backward. Some was forced further into Darin as there was room for it. More and more of this glorious pay dirt flooded into Darin. Darin was heaving with excitement of having been fucked and taken another load of cum in his ass. His fucker was heaving at how exhausted he was for having had such a hot ass to bang. His dick was all tingly feeling now and his balls were at last relaxing themselves as the last of the fluid was ejected. Time passed with each man recovering in his own way. "Ahhh, you're a good puta," Darin's bus stop companion said and began chuckling as he slapped Darin's ass playfully. Slowly, he began to pull his deflating dick from Darin's hole. When it popped out, Darin as quick as he could swung himself around lowered his head to take the slick coated dick into his mouth once more where he bathed it and sucked off all the evidence of having been in his ass. Darin tasted all the fuck juices and cum residue and shook inwardly at the taste. He loved the taste. He let the dick slide from his mouth. The two stood and dressed. Darin picked up his backpack. The two said nothing more but carefully looked out from their lair. They each stepped out dusting off their clothes and once more looked around. Darin hesitated then took off his backpack pulling out a notepad and pen. He wrote his name and number on a sheet tearing the page off and handing it to his fucker who looked at it. "If you ever want to fuck this puta again, give me a call," Darin said. "You're hot, and you have a hot dick and know what to do with it." "Man, would like to but my momma would slit my throat if she knew I banged man butt," he said handing back the note. "Maybe we meet again one day." He turned and walked back out of the alley returning to the bus stop. Darin followed behind at a respectable distance. The bus pulled up to the curb, and the doors opened. Six riders climbed the steps finding separate areas of the bus where they would sit quietly minding their own business as they went about their business. The blocks passed by with more riders joining the bus as a few departed. The almost three miles to Darin's apartment passed quickly as he remembered his night and his night cap as he had begun to think of the alley. He smiled contentedly. He looked through the windshield of the bus, reached up and pulled the cord as he stood from his seat. He walked back to the rear exit. The bus came to a halt, and the door clicked as the light over it came on. Darin stepped down and off the bus. He turned looking in the direction from which he had just come to check on the traffic. He needed to get into a tub of hot water and soak. The bus moved off and out of his way. No traffic coming. Darin stepped out into the street to cross and looked to his right for traffic. There was no vehicular traffic coming from that direction either. But, there was foot traffic that caught up to him in the middle of Foster Avenue and saying not a word matched his footfalls all the way to his front door and inside his apartment where he would return many more times. And, momma never found out.

PART 9 My breathing was heavy. Daddy chuckled and patted my belly. He stepped once more to his bag and returned to the end of the sling. "This will help soothe you," he said. "It will also help prepare you for your next step. I am leaving you here momentarily but will return. You're making excellent progress white boy that wants to belong to me. Excellent progress indeed." I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. As the last of his words were uttered, I felt a pressure at my hole which pushed me wide open as Daddy determinedly inserted a dildo filling me with a gasp. My insides felt tingly and alive. And, then, he was out the door. I began a vigil of aloneness. I had no alternative but to wait considering my position. I would not have left anyway. Time passed but I had no way of telling how long it was until I heard the key in the lock. "Well, what have we here?" I heard an unknown voice say as I turned toward it. "Looks like Dad was right. He's done gone and got himself another white boy to turn." He laughed. From what I could see, a black man in his twenties about my height and weight was now standing at the end of the sling. "Dad sent me in to set you up for the coming attraction tonight. He do know how to reel us in don't he? It's that whispered voice of his. It's a magnet. Your the moth that is flying into the flame, white boy, and you're going to get burned if you aren't already." He smiled big at me. "He didn't tell you about me or what all he's going to do. Looks like you already consented seeing those nipples and your balls all trussed up and your wrists and ankles all bound up. Dad do have a way, and he always gets his way. So, now, white boy, meet one of your older black brothers who's going to help make you a part of this family." I felt his hand at my ass and then felt the emergency exit flash rush of the dildo being violently yanked from my ass. He laid the black wet dildo on the shelf turning his attention back to me. He placed his hands on my buttocks pulling them open. I felt a touch just above my hole. It pulled away and was now below it. The third touch was to the left side where pressure was applied. "Hang on, white boy. It's show time with your brother." I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. The pressure mounted as this "brother" of mine pushed harder and harder until at long last his dick head slid toward my hole plunging through my sphincter spreading me wide open as he plunged balls deep inside me. I jerked upright at the searing and burning pain. He no sooner was deep inside me than he pulled almost all the way out and began to fuck me hard and deep. Nothing else was said by him but he smiled continuously as he pounded my hole hard. In no time at all, I was loving the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of my hole. He rode my ass like a champ that I knew he had to be if was a son of Daddy. "FUCK! DAMN! BITCH!" I heard him scream as he slammed deep into me holding himself there as his dick erupted repeatedly spewing out a huge load of cum. He pulled himself out of my ass and smiled as he continued to cool down. He picked up Daddy's chalice, and I heard the telltale sound of him pissing. He hauled up the clear tube until the funnel reached his hand. He hoisted the glass to his lips and drank pouring the remaining piss into the funnel. I drank with a great thirst. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. There was a knock at the door. My brother opened it. "He's all yours now, bro." He left as a new man entered. He was black, stood about 6 feet tall, had a shaved head but full beard and moustache. He was, well, emaciated looking. I noticed he moved slowly. When he reached the end of the sling, I saw there were several dark splotches varying in size on his torso. He looked around the room and finally back at me. He said nothing but began to fondle himself. I looked at him and deep into his eyes. Then, my eyes once more began moving over the body of this new man. When I focused on the third splotch on his torso, I stopped and looked hard at it. My heart skipped a beat, and my brain went blank. I stared hard at the distinct splotches turning my eyes back to his. My brain issued a final report: Yes, those had to be KS lesions. I had tensed my body on my suspicion but now I found peace with my conclusion. I lay back willing the tenseness to depart and moaned with desire. I understood. I shook my head slowly up and down. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. He stepped closer guiding his dick to my hole finding it the first try. He placed his hands on my hip girdle and began a slow gradual intimate invasion of my ass. His mushroom head dick was huge. He spread my sphincter with a quick snap open then slid his dick inside me slowly no doubt savouring every inch as I was savouring his entry. I had no room to breathe in my ass. My head was flopping left and right as he inched slowly inside me. Once completed, he rested himself. I know that time can not be judged when secured in a sling. He must have fucked me slowly with great intimacy for at least fifteen or twenty minutes. The feeling was awesome at how he filled me to capacity. I knew that no other man had ever put a bigger dick than his in my ass. He then suddenly stopped and pulled his dick out of my ass. He picked up the chalice, and we shared his piss. As he left, he stopped and bent down to my ear. "Dad has a good white boy in you. He chose well, little white brother," and kissed me on what would have been my lips. "You showed no fear after you found out, and you did find out. I saw it in your eyes. And, you should know that you took two high octane deliveries from me. We all got ours from Dad." He patted me on the head and left. I lay there mulling over what I had heard. I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do.

PART 8 Daddy lifted up high the funnel followed by the chalice. He began to slowly pour the piss into the funnel. I watched as the liquid raced through the clear tubing toward me. I felt a gush of warm liquid fill my mouth. My reflexes were overwhelmed momentarily but my brain reacted as did I and the warm liquid was swallowed quickly. I saw Daddy pour more and more warm liquid from his chalice baptising my throat as I swallowed every drop until there was none left. My body yearned for more but never would I demand it. I would satisfy myself with what he gave me . . . and rejoice. The funnel was lowered and the chalice set on a shelf. "Good boy," Daddy said with a very pleased smile on his face. "Don't be concerned. You obeyed without protest or hesitation. Be honest: Was that the first time?" I shook my head yes. Daddy looked into my eyes deeply and found satisfaction with my truth. He patted me on my head. "If you are as willing and obedient for your next training, you will drink again." He turned to his bag once more selecting items finally laying them on the shelf. Even if I had had the ability to speak I would not have said a word. This man was a god to me. My only consternation was that I could not answer why he was. I satisfied myself with knowing it was a truth which I could not and would not reject. I was his as far as I was concerned. I belonged to a Daddy whom I had met less than an hour ago. But, it was right. I refocused and found Daddy snapping a leather device around my balls which also draped down covering them. There were some chains attached. His work went quickly. He ceremoniously picked up a weight which was attached to a long chain. He moved the weight and chain up over my body draping it over my left shoulder. When he released the weight, the chain went taut snapping into place as my balls were yanked upward where they had been lying. I strained my head forward and saw both balls wrapped in a leather item that had three chains coming from it with the other ends in an O-ring where the long chain went up and over my shoulder. There was a suddenness that caused a quick muffled cry from me. I hushed at my Daddy's soothing voice of expert paternity. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. Daddy picked up another item and stood beside me. He unscrewed the item, pinched my left nipple and pulled it as far from my body as he could. Carefully, he began to tighten the screw causing two black rubber coated bars to close together. Once caught in the snare, Daddy released his hold on my nipple adjusting the bars more easily. When he reached a point that I began to thrash about, he backed out the screw but left it decidedly making its presence known. He repeated the same process on my right nipple. I was by this time almost in tears of joy. He looked down at his handiwork and smiled at me. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. "Daddy's white boys must be scrubbed clean. Did you scrub yourself clean before coming here tonight?" he asked. I shook my head up and down. "Good. Did you scrub yourself clean inside before coming here tonight?" he asked. I lay there; I didn't know what he meant. I cleaned myself but I didn't scrub myself. I thought hard trying to decipher what he meant. It made no sense. I could tell my forehead was furrowed in confusion. Time was passing and Daddy needed an answer. It had to be the truth, so, I moved my head from side to side. "Your Daddy didn't think you had. You cleaned yourself inside, yes, but you did not scrub yourself inside. That's okay that you haven't. Your Daddy is prepared. This time your Daddy will do it for you," he said soothingly. With every whispered mesmerizing word, I became more relaxed. He wasn't angry with me as I was anticipating. I would have to learn what he meant and prepare myself for any future times. He reached down to his bag, retrieved something and went to stand at my butt. I felt his fingers pushing my buttocks apart followed by a prickly feel at my hole. "This will hurt a bit but you want me to do it, don't you? You want me to scrub away the old so that you can be given a new life, don't you?" he asked quietly. I shook my head up and down vigorously. A sharp scratching feeling invaded me. It was being turned as the sharp feeling went further and further inside me. I tried to bolt upright. Daddy chuckled withdrawing and continued turning whatever it was inside me. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do.

thanks for the positive feedback guys. it makes me enjoy my debauchery. Part 3 Why the fuck did I say what I said? Why didn’t I tell them about Coach? I began walking towards my dorm. I was not paying attention to the world around me when I walked into someone. “What the fuck man, watch where you’re…” I looked up and felt my stomach tighten. It was the guy from outside the dorm. “You fucking little faggot, you just keep cumming onto me don’t you.” “No, asshole. You’re the one who…” “Shut your mouth bitch.” I did. “I warned you earlier. Now it’s time.” He grabbed me by the back of the shirt. “It’s time you learn some manners,” and he began shoving me over to a building. People watched as he did this, no one stopping him. “Let me the fuck go asshole.” “I might, when I’m done using you bitch.” He walked me into the building and to the closest bathroom. “Get the fuck in there, and strip.” “What, no.” “You can either get in a stall and strip, or I’ll strip you out here and let guys watch.” “Fuck you,” I moved to get away from him. “Again, you’re the one getting fucked, not me.” He grabbed the back of my shirt, tearing it further, and for someone who didn’t look very big, he was surprisingly strong. He jerked me back, tossing me to the floor. I came very close to cracking the back of my head on the tile floor. He reached down, pulling me up by the front of the shirt, ripping it down the middle while doing so. He pulled the shirt over my head and threw it on the ground. “Nice piercings,” twisting hard on each one, turning the bars, and my nipples almost 90 degrees. I groaned in pain, and begged him to stop. He let go of one nipple, moving his hand to the button on my shorts. He was in the process of unzipping them when the door opened and another guy walked in. He saw us in the middle of the bathroom and walked over to take a piss. “Don’t let me interrupt you guys.” I looked over at the new guy, tried to beg him for help. My attacker simply whispered, “Do it, see what happens.” I started to say something and stopped. The other guy saw me staring at him and just laughed. “Really man, you want both of us? At the same time? Man, that is some seriously fucked up shit.” He looked over at my attacker and cocked his head, letting him choose. My attacker thought briefly, and then said, “Cum on over, but I get first crack at his cunt.” The new guy walked over, setting his bag on the floor. He stood behind me and helped force my shorts down around my ankles and instructing me, “Step out of them,” which I did. I heard the guy behind me sniff the air and then said, “Damn, man. You are not getting first crack at anything. This bitch has been marked, and he is leaking cum.” First guy laughed, “I know. He and I had a run in an hour ago, he was with a guy old enough to be his dad; I think it was his boyfriend or something. He was leaking then. Dude, how much cum do you have in you?” I looked at him and pointed to the tattoo. “No fucking way. That’s disgusting.” The second guy asked what. “Bitch says he has 77 loads in him.” The second guy, “Un-fucking real. I’ve done sloppy seconds, even sloppy thirds. But 77, damn he’s gonna be open like a tunnel back there to have taken so much.” They moved me over to the sinks and mirrors. “Stick that pussy out for us. Let us see that fine ass.” I tried to tell them to let me go, but they only laughed. “You’ll go when we’re done.” They worked together to push me over, causing my ass to be on full display. “Lift your head up and look in the mirror. I want to watch you watching me.” I lifted my head as ordered and looked him in the face. I was horrified by what I saw, a phone stuck in front of his face, apparently ready to record what ever he was gonna do. “Smile for the camera, bitch.” He reached into the sticky crack of my ass and said, “Let’s find that sloppy pussy, see if we can use it.” After digging around for a moment, in the cummy remnants of 77 rapes, his finger found my hole. “I don’t fucking believe this.” “How loose is it? Can you get several fingers in there?” “He’s not loose. He’s as tight as a virgin.” “Let me feel,” and another hand entered my ass crack. He too found the hole and whistled, “Guess we can have some fun wrecking his hole.” Guy number one took his cock out and used cum from my crack to lube up. “I’d ask about a condom, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want one do you bitch?” They both laughed at his joke and he slid his cock between my cheeks. He handed the phone to the other guy, “Do me a favor, record this, just keep my face clear. Can’t let the guys see me take this bitch, or they’ll all be begging to swallow my cock.” I looked at his reflection in the dirty mirror. His eyes were staring back at me. “Please, don’t do this. I don’t…” I gasped as, for the umpteenth time in less then 15 hours, another cock was shoved up my ass. As with each violation before, it hurt as if I was losing my virginity. “Holy shit, this bitch is ridiculously tight. But there is so much cum in him.” I could hear the squelching sound that only meant the cum in my ass was getting fucked either deeper in me, or was getting pulled out by the big cock raping me. “Damn, I can’t believe he’s taking you balls deep. What a fucking cunt.” He started fucking, and I could see the signs in his face, and hear in his sounds, he was losing it very quickly. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna dump in you. You want it boy? Tell me you want it.” I shook my head, and said, “No. Please…” and again, my ass was set afire with the scalding of another load. “Oh fuck, yeah, bitch I told you. Shooting deep in that sloppy cunt.” A couple of spasms more, and he pulled out. The other guy tried to wait, but was ready. “Cum on man, let me in there.” The first guy took his phone and moved after a few seconds, and I watched as number 2 moved in behind me. He shoved his cock in my crack, expecting a loose hole. His reaction would have been comical, if I wasn’t about to feel another cock in my ass. His eyes widened and he gasped, “Holy shit.” He found my tight hole and, regaining his composure, said, “Open your tight cunt for me.” I pushed out, and he slid in, riding the stream of cum, all the way in. I grunted in pain, and he just smiled at me, “I think I’m in love with this pussy. I’ve never been in such a tight wet hole.” He started fucking me, trying to last as long as possible, but he only lasted a few seconds longer than the first guy. “Oh, god. Oh yeah. I’m fucking cumming in your cunt boy. Here you gooooooooooooo.” #78 and 79. If I ask him, will he slam my head in the mirror? Strangle me? Snap my neck? He pulled out and spent a few seconds to gather himself. “Get on your knees and clean us up.” The first guy just looked at the second guy and smiled. I turned and dropped to my knees. Two wet cocks, covered in who knows how many different strains of cum were shoved into my mouth. I gagged on the pure disgusting taste and knowledge of where this cum came from. After they were satisfied that I had cleaned them well enough, they each moved to a urinal to piss while I stayed motionless on the floor. Number 2 watched me not moving and said, “Crawl over here, you fucking slut.” I fought it, but I couldn’t stop myself from crawling over on my hands and knees. “Just like a trained bitch. How far will you let me go?” I looked at him and could only mutter, “Please.” The guy grabbed my hair and pulled me into the urinal, “Lick it.” Number 1 said, “Dude, that’s a little much don’t you think?” Number 2, “Nah, he’s going to enjoy it.” I looked at the white porcelain of the urinal and saw a few drops of piss and some stray pubes. I wanted to vomit but my tongue reached out and licked the drops up. I looked up at my demented captor and begged, “Please, just let me go.” He laughed and said, “I still gotta piss. You interrupted me when I came in here and I think you should apologize for that.” I looked at him and said, “I’m sorry.” He snarled at me, spit in my mouth and said, “I don’t think you mean it. Tip your head back in the basin boy.” I put my head in the basin of the urinal and closed my eyes. “Open your eyes faggot,” and I opened them to see another camera staring down at me. “I think this video might make a few extra dollars. I know there are guys who’ll love seeing a naked jock getting his face soaked with piss and even drinking it.” As he finished saying it, a stream of hot, clear piss started from his cock. The first drops hit my chest, but soon it was hitting my face, slipping up my nose, causing me to cough. “Open that mouth and let me fill it up.” I sat there feeling so disgusted as my mouth was filled with hot piss until it started dripping out. “Swallow.” I tried to swallow, but it caused me to choke and lose most of it. “You fucking bitch, I told you to swallow.” I was kicked in the balls and told not to mess up again. He pissed straight in my mouth, making me swallow it as quickly as I could. Number 1 stood there and muttered, “Damn.” As number 2 finished his piss, he looked down and said, “Thank me for your drink.” I looked at him, wanting to tell him to go fuck himself, but again, my words were not mine. “Thank you Sir for pissing on my face and letting me drink it. I’m sorry I spilled it, I will do better next time.” Both guys started to laugh and number 1 said, “Fuck, this is so disgusting. I think I want to try it. Get your mouth over here bitch. I want you to drink me, but don’t you get me wet.” I maneuvered so that I had my head tilted backwards, my mouth just under his cock head. He started pissing right away and number 2 was getting it all on video. I managed to swallow most of his piss, with only a few mouths full spilling. After they were done, they both got dressed. Number 2 gave number 1 his email asking for the video of me taking his cock and cum. He even told number 1 he could make some money posting the movie. Number 1 looked at me, and said, “I think this bitch is going to be making some people a lot of money.” Number 2 left, and number 1 leaned back against the sink, looking at me sitting naked on the floor, still leaking cum from my ass and piss dripping from my face. “You better get dressed, before some more guys come in here. Unless you want more guys already?” I looked at him, silently, and grabbed my shorts. I slid into them and stood up. He threw my shirt to me and said, “Dry your face.” I dried my face and did not take my eyes off of him as he walked up to me. “I’ll be sure to see you around Joey. I think I’m going to be making some fine use of that boy pussy you got there. And, I think I have some guys who might like to use it too.” He looked at his watch, “Damn it’s almost 11:00, got to run to class. I’d keep a close eye on Yeti today, if I were you. I think there’s already one video of our meet and greet earlier. I think there’s gonna be another one pretty soon of you spreading your ass for my cock.” I started to say something when he stuck a finger over my mouth. “Shut up, Joey.” He looked at me and something in his eyes chilled me to the bone. His words burned deep into me, “Keep fighting boy, I am enjoying your pain.” Suddenly, his eyes flared and he lightly touched his lips to mine and I felt a searing, burning touch from them. Deep in my mind, a brief image flashed of a red face and horns, laughing. Suddenly, I was slapped hard across the face. “Don’t you ever try and kiss me you fucking queer. I’ll break your neck if you do that again.” He turned and walked out, leaving me alone in the bathroom.

fingers crossed. but i dont know if i am up to standards of some the of the boys ive seen in pro porn. im just an innocent little boy

I love it when I'm naked and having uncontrollable cum farts in front of a group.

Like piss a lot - pissing in a mouth or butt. Like pissing in a bottle and drinking or swapping. Love to drink piss or take it in my butt. Love deep rimming and learning to enjoy shit a lot.

Damn HOT!! I love stories about the innocents being turned into Tina-craving cock-luving hungry bitches! Looking forward to part 3 and beyond denVERScub.

I go limp with a condom. So as a top I have fucked bareback since I was a teen. As a bottome I started barebacking about 15 years ago. I just like the feel of a raw cock in my hole. And feeling a load inside is the best gift.

At a small pool party. Guy started slipping in bare and I went with it...then got fucked by the other guys there bare after. Haven't used a condom since.

After I got another load from Brad, we were soaking wet and funky. Justin suggested we go get showered off, which was exactly what we needed. Although I was holding on two the three poz loads that had just been pumped into me, and I wasn't going to lose them. A good shower was exactly what the three of us needed after such a ground-breaking afternoon. We dried off and went to get new towels, throwing them in the bin and then asking for new towels. Brad got one for himself and one for Justin. When I asked for mine, Brad told the attendant that I didn't need one, and he steered me back upstairs towards the room. I asked, "What's going on?" Brad replied "Since you broke your poz cherry today, we should see if you can get some more charged loads up your hole - and we can't advertise it if you're wearing a towel." At this remark all three of us started to sprout wood. This was definitely going to be interesting. We went up to the second floor where Brad and Justin walked me around the hallways. As we passed the water fountain I paused to get a quick drink. Three guys were standing in the immediate vicinity. Justin separated my ass-cheeks inviting the guys to "Get a look at this, guys. Freshly bred butt-hole," finishing-up with a sharp slap to my ass. I was, of course, startled as hell, and in the process began to loose some of the cum I had been consciously holding back. 'Fuck', I thought, 'here I am with cum running down my legs'. Two of the guys just smiled and walked on, but the third, a guy in his 30's started stroking his cock under his towel. Brad completed the invitation saying "If you want a piece of that, stop by Room 213 and ask for Rik!" I was being pimped out by the two guys that bred me! How humiliating ... but also kinda hot! We were all still sprouting wood, so we were all getting off on this. And I still had nothing covering me. Brad said, "Come on, let's walk around." The three of us went to the multi-level video room next. Once our eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, there were around six guys watching the porn. But my two pimps were going to change their focus. Justin looked at Brad and said, "I think we need to show our slut off!" Brad smiled and said, "Great idea." "What do you guys have in mind?" I asked. Justin stepped up to me and gave me a big, French kiss saying "Let's have some fun!" With that he led me to one of the risers and had me get on my hands and knees, so my asshole was at a perfect level for his cock. Justin didn't ask Brad at this point, he just worked his pierced cock up my hole again - in front of the other guys. Brad was working his cock under his towel, enjoying Justin's perverted exhibitionism. Justin, meanwhile, was slowly fucking my ass. Clearly he wasn't looking to get off, but publicize ownership of my fuckhole - if only for the afternoon. A couple guys moved closer towards us to get a better view, which was, of course, exactly what Justin was planning. In a completely audible voice he remarked "Brad, this slut still feels good after we pozzed his hole. Stick your cock up his ass and feel for yourself." As he withdrew he asked me "Hey, Rik, how’s your hole now?" But before I could think of a clever reply Justin had fully withdrawn, stepped away, and, giving me a sharp slap, held my cheeks apart as Brad stepped forward, draped his towel over my head, and slid his poz cock up my ass. "Yeah, you'll like this freshly pozzed hole," Justin grunted. Brad fucked away for several minutes, and while so doing, Justin asked "Doesn't he feel good?" (I can only assume Justin was playing poz whore master for the audience.) "Yeah, I should have pozzed him back when I converted. This slut would have loved it," Brad commented. Crap! Did Brad really mean that? I started out that morning with my boyfriend and his friend, and now I'm their freshly pozzed towel rack and cumdump. If this wasn't humiliating enough, I started feeling several hands feeling my body. Looking down, I could see five pair of feet around me. Guys were feeling my chest, cock, ass and Brad's cock as it slowly worked my hole. I heard Brad ask "You want to fuck my slut? You've gotta big dick. He'll love it." Brad pulled out and I felt two fingers slide into my asshole. I certainly didn't know whose fingers they were - I was not in a position to explore who-was-who. Nor, to be honest, did I want or care to find out. I watched Brad's feet step away as another guy got into position. I waited to feel a new cock ... and then saw a condom wrapper fall to the floor. Justin intervened saying "Dude, this slut is deathly allergic to condoms. He can only be fucked bare." I kinda laughed at Justin's quick thinking. Nicely played, Justin. I saw the guy step back, remarking "I only fuck with condoms ... sorry." Brad replied "No problem," and with that the guy walked away. Another guy said, "I'll fuck your slut!" Brad said, "Have at it!" The new guy threw his towel over my head as well and got in position behind my hole. Justin said, "We're looking for charged loads for our slut here, you got one?" The new guy said, "Yeah, I've been poz for a while, and I'm happy to share my strain with your slut!" Brad said, "Excellent, give him your load!" The new guy slammed his cock inside my ass and I just about lost my breath. Holy shit he was big! The new guy commented "Damn, his hole is full of cum. I love messy sluts!" And with that by way of introduction he fucked my ass, surrounded by a whole group of guys, giving the impression I was the last available piece of ass on the planet. I couldn't see much of anything, especially since now a couple of smelly towels were draped over my head, but suddenly Brad slid beneath the towels, wiggling close so he could kiss me while I was getting fucked. Then I felt his legs stretch out next to my right torso. He let out a soft moan of pleasure. "Are you getting fucked?" I asked. "Yeah, Justin still hasn't had a chance to breed me with his toxic cum yet and I want it really bad. Do you feel like a bugchasing cum dump whore now?" I managed to say "Fuck yeah, and oh God, I love you!" Then he pulled my head down and started making out with me again. We were both getting bred by poz guys, and I had no idea how toxic the fuck was going to be - and didn't care. "I'm gonna cum now!" announced the guy fucking my ass. I didn't know what he looked like, and was fairly sure he hadn't actually gotten any sight of me, but it didn't matter: at that very moment he was sperming my asshole. "Fuck, you just get bred!" was his parting comment as he slowly withdrew from my ass, giving me an appreciative tap on the ass. At this point poz cum was running out of my gaping asshole and various guys in the video room were sliding their fingers in and out of my battered hole. It didn't matter how much is in my bank account or what kind of car I drove. To the men I was a piece of meat, just for their pleasure. I could tell that Justin's fuck strokes were getting harder, as Brad's body was bouncing back and forth from the fucking. Justin was going to cum soon, and Brad was going to share the virus strain that had just gone into my body. I was stroking Brad's nipples, and telling him how hot he must look getting fucked in the middle of all these guys. Justin started grunting and breathing hard and then announced "I'm cumming up your ass, dude! Here it comes!" Brad's eyes rolled in the back of his head in ecstasy. Justin was totally turned on by finally getting the sex that his neg boyfriend wasn't giving him, and he got to breed his first neg hole and the poz hole of his support group buddy. And for Brad and me, well, we had taken poz loads side-by-side from two different poz guys. And we couldn't have been happier.

2. Greg I turned to Clint. "Head up and start to unpack?" I asked him. "Sure," he said. He led the way, this time taking the stairs rather than waiting for the still-busy elevators. I followed him, staring at his ass. The years he had played soccer had paid off. His ass was perfect, like two firm melons side by side. I wanted to bury my face in there, lick his hole until he was wet and moaning, and then sink my cock deep. But I forced myself to keep my hands off him. I had noticed him checking out a girl earlier, and besides, he was my roommate. Once in the room, I went straight for the fridge. "It's getting hot today. Want a beer?" "Sure," he said. He went to one of the shopping bags, and pulled out the fan he had bought. As we sipped our beers, he started to assemble it. "This should help a bit," he said, "for unpacking." My first target was the small duffle bag. There was a joint in there, and the afternoon was going to be much better if I had a proper buzz. "Share a joint?" I said, offering it to Clint for the first puff. "What is it?" he asked. "A joint. You know, pot." I wondered if he was really that naive. "Oh. Right." He looked a bit sheepish. "It would be my first time," he said. "That kind of stuff is illegal in the Mid-east. Like years in a hell-hole prison or death penalty illegal. But sure, I guess." At least he had a good excuse and wasn't going to be a prude about it. "Cool. It's good stuff, and since this is your first time, maybe just a bit? I'll go first; watch me." I lit the joint, and did a long draw. "Hold it for a bit," I continued, and then exhaled. I handed him the lit joint. He did a decent hit, and tried to hold it. But a few seconds later, he collapsed in a fit of coughing, exhaling it all. "Don't worry," I said. "That's what happens your first time. Even I still cough sometimes as well. Do one more hit," I said. He did another hit, this time he managed to avoid coughing for a few more seconds. He handed it back to me. "It's harsh," he said. "And I'm not feeling anything yet." "Give it a few minutes," I said. I went into my bedroom, and dug through the boxes. I found a small plate to use as an ashtray. Before I went back to the living room, I sent a quick text to Nathan. "He's a weed virgin. Probably virgin, period." Back in the living room, Clint had finished putting together the fan. He stuck it in the window and turned it on. "What do you think about the living room?" he asked me. We discussed various options and occasionally moved the sofa and tables around to see what it would look like. We continued to talk about ourselves. Clint asked me a lot of questions about Nathan, like what kind of photographer he was, how long he and Jason had been together, and how often we hung out. Clint seemed to find Nathan fascinating; I wondered if he had met many gay men as masculine and as comfortable as Nathan in Kuwait. Or even any out gay men at all. Although the fan helped some, soon, in the afternoon heat, we had worked up a bit of a sweat. Between the heat, the beer, and the weed, I wanted to get at least my shirt off. I offered Clint the joint again. "Take two hits, then pass it on. That's the tradition." He took two hits, and then handed it back to me. "Just a sec," he said, heading into the bathroom. While I waited for him, I texted Nathan. "Damn, it's hot. I want to take off my shirt," "If I were there, I'd take off you shirt. And your shorts," he replied back almost immediately "Yeah, whatever. I think you fascinate Clint. He's been asking me about you all afternoon," I texted back. The fan wasn't cutting it in the afternoon sun, so I gave in. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it into the corner. Right as I did, Clint stepped out of the bathroom. "Was getting too hot in here," I said, explaining my shirtless state. "No kidding. Back home, we usually just take a nap now." He pulled off his shirt as well. I tried not to stare at his nearly perfect torso. There was just the right amount of fat to smooth out the muscles, and the lightest dusting of dirty blond hair over his chest. There was a slightly thicker trail leading down from his navel into his shorts, perfectly framed by his cum gutters. He was saying something about another possible arrangement of the room, but I barely heard him. "Think that would work?" he asked. "Sure," I said. I had no idea what he had said, but I had to cover how I had been mentally undressing him. "Help me move this?" he asked, indicating the sofa. "Of course," I said. As he walked by me, he caught his foot on the edge of a rug. He stumbled, and instinctively, I reached out to grab him. I caught him but then immediately wished I had not. To catch him I had wrapped my arms around his chest and now his warm body was pressed against me. We were entangled like that for a moment too long, and I wanted to have never even tried. Then that long moment stretched out into a moment far, far too long. I had no idea how I was going to explain the moment to him that wouldn't end any possible friendship immediately. Clint smiled and his piercing grey-blue eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun. And then there wasn't enough time in the world to hold him properly. Almost simultaneously, we leaned in together to kiss. Both moving in at the same time, we totally missed each other and my cheek rubbed up against his chinstrap beard. It was softer than I expected. I wondered what it would feel like against my hole. Clint wrapped his arms around me and we tried the kiss again. This time our lips met perfectly and our tongues easily pressed into the other's mouth. I ceased to worry and enjoyed it. Slightly buzzed, slightly stoned, in the arms of a hot young man, my roommate, I was making out with him and I didn't want it to end. After our tongues spent long decades exploring each other's mouths, Clint broke off our kiss. In truth, the kiss had been less than a minute, but a minute that had changed everything. Although he had stopped kissing me, he made no move to unwrap his arms from me and I continued to hold him as well. "Hello," he said, finally. "Hello," I said. I leaned in again, and his lips parted for me. My tongue went back into his warm, welcoming mouth. It was another minute that felt like only a quick second. This time I had to break it off in order to breathe. "Yeah," Clint said. Then he kissed me once more. He pressed his firm, hard body against me. I felt his dick straining against his shorts. Mine was just as hard, and was leaking pre-cum into my underwear. This was all so easy. I didn't want any part of it to end. "Let's move the sofa. Then we can get on it?" Clint asked me. "Yeah," I said. Even though we had agreed on a plan of attack, it still took us several more minutes of making out before we were even ready to carry out our plans. Finally, we forced ourselves to separate long enough to move the couch. Once we had done that, Clint checked his phone, and laughed. "What?" I asked. I picked up my own phone, and saw there was a message from Nathan. "Go for it," it said. "Oh. I had texted Nathan that I thought you were hot. He just texted me back, 'Go for it.'" It was my turn to laugh. "I texted him the same thing. And he texted me back the same thing as well." Clint had started to peck away at his phone. "What are you telling Nathan?" "Too Late" "Excellent," I said. I quickly send the same message to Nathan. A few moments later, Clint's phone buzzed, then mine. "Good?" read the message from Nathan. I texted him back, "Very good. My first project." Clint got two more beers out of the fridge. Nathan texted me back, "That's my dark, dirty poz boy. Try 'Raw Love' in the DVDs I gave you" This time, Clint's phone didn't buzz. Clint handed a beer to me. "To college adventures. With a fucking hot man," I said. "Together," I added. "To adventures," Clint echoed. "With my sexy roommate." We clinked bottles, and then each took a sip. "You know Jason has done nude modeling, don't you?" "Yeah. Nathan's done it as well. And they've done stuff together too. Why?" "I lost track the number of times I've jerked off to Jason." "Ha," I said. "I've jerked off to their movies." "Movies?" he asked. "I've never seen those." "Yeah," I said. The black case Nathan had given me was lying on the coffee table. I opened it up; as I expected, there was a bottle of poppers, some lube, and some DVDs. The titles were scribbled in black pen on the plain DVDs. The first one was labeled "Raw Love." "You want to see one?" I asked. "I guess. Although it's only going to make me horny." "You're not already?" I asked. I ran my hand over his crotch. His cock was hard, straining against the shorts. It felt like it was a pretty big. I resisted the urge to pull off his shorts immediately. Instead, I stuck the DVD in my computer, and put the laptop on the coffee table. The screen went black, and then almost immediately, it was a scene of Jason and Nathan. They were sitting on a couch, both of them in jockstraps. They were talking; I turned up the volume a bit. They were talking about how long they had been together. Off screen an unseen cameraman asked them, "And always raw?" Jason nodded, and Nathan answered, "Always." With that, the two of them started to make out, slowly progressing to Jason licking Nathan's cock. Clint was sitting next to me on the couch; we were only half watching the video. Most of the time we were making out and exploring each other's bodies. His hair was amazingly soft and delicate. It wasn't just his beard but also his chest hair. I did my best to pace myself. I didn't want to strip him down too fast. On-screen, the action had progressed. Jason was sitting on Nathan's cock, the familiar thick shaft sliding into his smooth hole. Of course it was bareback; nothing had ever come between them. Clint noticed it. "No condoms?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Bareback." "Is that safe?" "Nothing in life is completely safe," I said, hedging my bets. "Does Nathan have HIV?" he asked. "Yeah. He's poz." "Is Jason?" "Yeah." There was a much longer silence. Clint watched the screen. Jason was sliding up and down on Nathan's raw cock and the two men were kissing deeply. Finally, he spoke. "You?" Now it was my turn to be silent. "I don't know," I finally said. He might have been my first project, but I wanted to be honest with him. I had to be honest with him. After all, I was still going to live with him for the rest of the year. Clint ran his hand down my chest, coming to rest on my groin. He traced out the outline of my cock straining against my shorts. "Do you know how they got it? I mean, HIV?" "Yeah, Nathan told me the story on our trip." I pulled Clint closer to me and he pressed his body against mine. "Nathan got it from his first partner. And he gave it to Jason." Clint gave me a kiss on the neck. "They never used condoms." Clint gave me another kiss, this time on the lips. "I want you to fuck me," he said. "I want to fuck you." "It looks so easy. So hot. So..." He stopped talking, but his fingers continued to rub against my erection. "Intimate?" I asked. "Yeah. Intimate." "It is," I said. Yes, I wanted to fuck Clint raw to poz him up, but more than that, I had to fuck Clint raw in order to truly know him. A condom would only be a thin piece of rubber, but it would be the same as a thick stone wall between us. "You think it's going to be ok?" he asked me. "I don't know. But, our first college adventure? Together, like really together?" "Yeah," he said. I pushed him back on the sofa and got on top of him. We kissed again. Now, we were not quite as shy about it, and we enjoyed it to the fullest. Clint reached down and fumbled with the button and zipper on my shorts. Once he got them open, he pushed them down. I was left in just my underwear. I did the same to Clint. I was brave enough, or just horny enough to pull off both his shorts and his underwear at once. His cock was erect, and there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I rubbed my finger against it and scooped it up. I tasted it; it was sweet and salty and pure and perfect, all at the same time. Clint moaned as I fondled his shaft, spreading his legs and wiggling his ass in pleasure. I got off the couch just long enough to take off my own underwear. I then kneelt back down on the floor and wrestled Clint into position. His ass was hanging off the side of the sofa and I spread his legs in order to press my face into his crack. It was warm with just the right amount of fur and a little moist from the heat of the day and our exertions. My tongue sought out his tight hole. This immediately elicited a moan of pleasure from Clint. I proceeded to lick it, tease it, and was able to gently open him up. "Oh Greg," he grunted. "That feels amazing. Like nothing else I've ever felt." I took my time. I was pretty sure he was either a virgin or very inexperienced and he had to enjoy it. There was no need to rush either; it was still early in the afternoon, and our first orientation activity wouldn't begin for several hours. We could do this properly, do it slow, do it deep and long, and leave him desperate for more. I rimmed his hole for what seemed like hours, as he opened further up for me. When his hole seemed sufficiently relaxed, I began to play at it with my fingers. He moaned when my index finger first penetrated him. It was hard for me to fight back the urge to go straight for the kill. I was tempted by even just a hint of the warmth of his body around my finger. "This is good, isn't it?" he asked me. His face was a confused mess: simultaneously ecstatic at the new sensations his body was giving him, but also scared and unsure about where these explorations would lead him. "Very good," I said. My own cock was throbbing; a bead of pre-cum had formed at the tip. I scooped it up and pressed the finger into his hole. "Feel ok?" I asked, as the first of my dangerous fluids entered his body. "Fuck yeah," he said. I was still kneeling down in front of his hole. I watched his ass pull on my finger; it disappeared into his muscular butt. I had gone into sex with Nathan with my eyes wide open. I knew all of the dangers and risks of having sex without protection. I knew the dangers of having sex with a positive man. I wanted it. I wanted the Nathan and I wanted the virus he carried. But, I wasn't sure if Clint knew what he was getting himself into. Although I had only known him for a few hours, we already had something complex and wonderful. I didn't want to risk that by not telling him the entire truth. But also, I didn't want to jeopardize my chances to get inside him and feel my cock slide against that perfect muscle hole. I pulled my finger out and poured a bit of lube on his hole. My cock started to slide into his crack. Our eyes locked and then our lips locked together while our tongues explored each other's mouths. "I need to tell you something first," I said, breaking off the kiss. My cock was pressed up against his hole. "I want you inside me," he said. "Fuck, don't stop now." "It's important," I said. However, he was eagerly rubbing his ass against my cock and against my best intentions, I reached down and helped my cockhead just barely enter his hole. "No. This is important," he replied. "Important to me. Important to us." He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled himself against me. I was already hard, I was already wanting inside of him, and I was already perfectly positioned. His latest provocation was more than I could resist and I stopped trying to hold back. I let myself enter him. His hole was hot and tight and there was enough lube to let me slide into him. Any restraint in further penetration would require a serious effort on my part. "I need this so badly," he said, as my raw shaft slid into him ever further. I stopped trying to resist him. I took just enough time to pour some more lube on my shaft, enough to make it easy for him to take. Then, slowly and carefully, I pressed my fat rod into his tender hole. As I pressed further into him, his smile grew larger, deliriously happy to finally be getting what he had dreamt about and jerked off to for so long. When we were both used to my presence inside him, I stopped trying to open him up and began to fuck him properly. "You're so tight. So warm," I said, leaning in for another kiss. He wasn't as good as the other men, Nathan, Jason or Sean, but he was a virgin and still very much a novice in getting fucked. He was doing a great job; what he lacked in talent, he made up for in enthusiasm. Not until I was almost all the way inside him did he even wince. Even that was taken care of with me staying still for a few moments, letting him get used to me. "You're so hard. It feels so powerful inside of me." We continued to make out. All the while my cock dripped pre-cum into his innocent hole. Neither of us knew what my pre-cum was capable of. It was an ambiguous fluid: slippery, smooth, alive, and perhaps deadly as well. "What did you want to tell me?" he asked. By that time, my balls were slapping against his ass. I didn't know how to tell him any more. There were other things that were far more important now. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "Do you want me to pull out?" "Do you want to pull out?" he responded. "No, I don't." "Then I don't want you pull out either." "But," I began, but before I could finish, he pulled me down for another kiss. For a moment, I stopped worrying; I just enjoyed his warm hole and his tight embrace. But, finally, I had to say something. "I've been having unprotected sex with guys who are positive." He was quiet for a moment, but made no effort to push me off of him, or force me out of his hole. "Nathan?" he asked. But he tightened his hole around my cock and squeezed out another few drops of pre-cum. I nodded. "You?" he continued. "Are you positive?" "I don't know." It was the truth. I wanted three things in my life at that moment. First, more than anything else, I wanted Clint. Second, I wanted to be poz. And third and finally, I wanted to share this precious gift with Clint. I couldn't imagine a world where I couldn't get all three of them. The two of us were still. I stopped thrusting into his body, and beneath me, he was motionless. Time slowed down while he tried to assimilate everything that I had told him and his own desires. Finally, he made another movement. He pulled me close against his body. His breath was hot against my ear "Don't pull out. Don't ever pull out," he said, in a barely audible whisper. "Are you sure?" I asked, whispering into Clint's ear, just as he had whispered into mine. I had talked a good game with Nathan, telling him how I wanted to poz up the hot guys in college. Now, with one naked and impaled on my raw cock, when I actually had the chance, the reality was a lot more difficult. I felt something warm and wet on my cheek. Before could Clint answer, I saw that he had tears in his eyes. "I really don't know. But this, this closeness, is what I always want. From the moment I saw you, I wanted it with you." We kissed again, his tongue entering my mouth. It came as a shock that I wanted this closeness just as badly as Clint did. My cock twitched in pleasure, glad that it had been granted permission to fulfill its evolutionary mission, it was going to get to shoot its hot load into a wet, accepting hole. "I can't hold back much longer," I moaned. Nathan had kept me on edge the entire week, and I had barely exhausted the reserves my balls had built up. Now, Clint was going to be the lucky recipient of these rich resources. I wished I knew for sure if my semen had the same deadly power as Nathan's, but for now, it was more than enough to have blanket permission to breed my roommate's hot hole. "Cum in me," Clint begged, and I did. The first spurt was thick, long spray of sperm that shot hard out of my engorged cock and landed deep into Clint's body. There was an immediate sense of relief, as the pressure that had built up in my balls was released. The next few spurts were longer and even more intense. I was dribbling my spunk all along the depth of Clint's hole, asserting my ownership of this fertile, virgin territory. "Fill me up, Greg," he asked me. I easily recognized that need in his voice. Just a few days ago, I had the same need when I was begging Nathan to fuck me. "Fucking fill me up every fucking day." "Every night and every morning, bro," I said, as I thrust back into him and another spurt shot out of my cock. I had shot a big load, and it was easy for me to feel my semen squishing around inside of him and against my cock. "You've got a fucking amazing ass." "Your cock feels great inside of me," he said. My orgasm was slowly fading. Although my immediate need for release had been satiated, my cock refused to soften. I continued to gently thrust in and out of Clint, working my load into his delicate tissues. I wanted my seed to stay with him and become a part of him forever. We made out, not saying anything, just feeling the naturalness of our skin-on-skin fuck. "First time?" I asked. There was that unique combination of timidity and eagerness to Clint that made me think he was still new at this. It was endearing and sweet: everything would be still new and wonderful for him. I found it easy for me to get caught up in his pleasure. "Yeah," he said, blushing. "It's a very different environment back home." "Don't worry," I said. "I'm glad I was here for it." "Me too," he said. He pulled me in for another kiss. "Really happy it was you. This is going to be a fun year," he continued. "Definitely," I said. "Fun few years." My cock was beginning to soften, and soon, it would fall out. "Have to pull out," I said. "You going to keep my load up there, Bro?" "Hell yeah," he said. I pulled out of Clint, doing my best to leave as much of my sperm inside of him as I could. Only a few drops escaped, and I pressed them back into him. He grunted in pleasure as my finger entered him, obviously glad to have something up his hole again. Clint's cock was still hard and the trail of fuzz running up to his navel was wet with his pre-cum. I took his cockhead into my mouth, running my tongue around and over it. His pre-cum was a perfect combination of sweet and salty, tempered with the innocence of youth. Even though I had licked it all up, I still wanted more. He sighed in pleasure and obliged my desires; his cock continued to drip a steady stream of his fluid. I worked my way down his shaft, swallowing every drop of it. I was nowhere near as good of a cocksucker as Nathan, but I didn't think I was that bad. I had managed to get all of him in my mouth with the head just pressing into my throat. Clint's dick was just the right size and shape to be big enough, but not so big as to be unwieldy. It was easy for me to alternate between long strokes down the length of the shaft and then shift to concentrating on his sensitive head. I kept this up for a few minutes. There was a pleasurable sense of submission in sucking Clint's cock; the school-yard taunt of "cocksucker" was now a badge of pride. I knew how good I was making Clint feel, and it made me happy as well. "I'm going to cum soon," Clint said. "Can I shoot in your mouth?" I couldn't say anything with my mouth full of cock, but I did my best to nod. I kept on sucking his hard shaft. "Oh fuck yeah," he said, thrusting his hips up and his cock into my mouth. In a pattern I was now very familiar with, his cock stiffened, swelled, and then his thick and rich cream erupted into my mouth. I didn't even try to taste the first spurt but swallowed it without thinking. It was an instinctive response; I wanted to always have a part of Clint in me and have something to remember him by. "Oh god," he moaned, as he continued to pump out his hot sperm. These were smaller and thus easier to savor before I swallowed them. He had a tasty load, and I could have swallowed it all night. Unfortunately, I was able to drain his balls far too soon and then he pulled me off his cock. "Too sensitive," he gasped, as one more drop of cum formed at the tip of his cock. I quickly licked it off before he could stop me. "I know the feeling," I said. I kissed him, letting him taste the sperm that was still in my mouth. We stayed lip-locked, catching out breath, and feeling our naked bodies pressed against each other. I think we could have been there all afternoon. Finally the DVD ended, and the music of the main menu started to distract us. "Shower?" I asked Clint, finally breaking off our make-out session. "Yeah," he said. "Now I just need to find a towel," I said, as I got up from kneeling in front of the couch. "I've got an extra," he said. "In the bathroom." "Cool," I said. "I'll find mine sooner or later." I surveyed the boxes and bags I still needed to unpack. This first weekend was already shaping up to be a pleasurable mix of weed, beer, and sex, with unpacking being very low on the list of our priorities. Clint headed into the bathroom, and I heard the water running soon after. I took a moment to quickly text Nathan about my first conquest before I followed him into our bathroom.

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