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Robert after cumming continued to stay hard and horny something he had never experienced before. All he could think it was due to was the first line of cocaine he had taken. He didn’t realize that he had a taken some Tina as well but his horniness was full blown. From watching porn he felt this need to have something in his ass and all he could muster was his fingers while he continued to jerk on his cock. He continued like this for hours before crashing early in the morning. When Robert awoke a few hours later he felt like he had been hit by a bus but was still horny as ever. He looked out his window and saw that Angelo and Sam were outside in the pool but what he couldn’t see was that inside Tony had a few other friends from the neighborhood over in their basement still going strong. Robert decided that he was going to go over and ask Angelo or Sam if they had anything he could take to work off his hangover. When Robert knocked on the door, Angelo and Sam smiled when they recognized who was at the door. They knew they had Robert now and rebooting who he was and what he enjoyed was about to go to the next level. Angelo and Sam took Robert inside and led him to the kitchen. Robert explained how he felt and immediately Sam said he needed to rehydrate and offered him a Gatorade from the fridge. What Robert didn’t know was that he was given one of the special bottles that Sam had setup for the festivities and it was laced with Tina. Robert killed the bottle in one gulp and took another and started drinking that bottle as well. Within a few minutes the Tina was having its impact on Robert and he was feeling extremely horny again and couldn’t stop rubbing his cock. Angelo and Sam were enjoying watching Robert descent and they decided to up the temperature started to make out in front of Robert. After a few minutes Sam walked over to Robert and asked if he wanted a kiss and all Robert could do is nod his head. Sam started making out to with Robert and Robert started tongue fighting with Sam not caring he was kissing another guy. As this was happening Angelo slowing got behind Robert and slide his shorts and underwear off and started to lick at Robert’s tight hole. After a few minutes of making out with Sam, Angelo cut in to start making out with Robert as well as Sam went off to tell Tony downstairs what was happening. Sam and Tony then decided to setup the video cameras they had in the basement as they wanted to film this and use it later on Robert just in case. Angelo stopped kissing Robert and told him that the real party was downstairs and they should join it. At the point Robert was too far gone to say no and Angelo then proceeded to lead Robert by his cock to the basement. As they made their downstairs Robert saw Tony and Sam being sucked by Tim and John who were neighbors that Robert had only seen in passing but now saw them both going to town on rock hard cocks. Angelo led Robert to the sling that was setup in the middle of the room and put Robert into it and continued to make out with him. At this point Sam who was being blown my John broke away and took his hard cock and walked up to Robert. Looking at Robert he slowing placed his cock at Robert’s tight hole and pushed deep into Robert. Robert screamed for a moment and then Sam pulled almost all the way out then pushed back in to start to establish a rhythm of fucking Robert. Because Sam had been playing all night this wasn’t going to be his first load to shoot so he stayed hard for a while and after almost 30 minutes he gave Robert his load. After he came in Robert he asked if Robert liked it and all Robert could do was nod. Sam then said to Robert that is the first of many positive experiences you will have tonight. Tony proceeded to replace Sam and also fucked Robert’s hole long rough and hard. When he finally pulled his cock out it was covered in pinkish cum and immediately Angelo jumped in to the action. While all this was going on Tim made his way over to Robert and presented his hard cock for Robert to suck on At this point Robert was so into the action he swallowed Tim’s cock whole and as he sucked on it his blurry vision caught site of Tim’s biohazard tattoo around his belly bottom. Thoughout the next few hours Robert would take many loads into his formerly virgin asshole and mouth. Not a single load was negative and in fact all the loads were quite potent in their viral load. Without even thinking about it Robert went from a guy who had only fucked with condoms previously to taking easily 15+ poz loads in the matter of a few hours. When John and Tim left later that night, Sam and Tony decided to take Robert home but that Sam would stay with Robert to handle him when he awoke the next day. Sam relished the chance to take Robert back home and once he got him into Robert’s house he led him into the bedroom stripped him down and placed him onto the bed. Sam proceeded to put one more load into Robert then and they fell asleep with Sam’s cock plugging Robert’s poz cum filled ass. When Robert stirred awake the next day he thought he had a wicked wet dream until he felt something still in his ass and realized he was slowly being fucked awake. Sam said hello with a hard grunt and then proceeded to shoot another poz load into Robert. Robert asked what happened yesterday and Sam proceeded to tell him that Robert had taken 15+ loads of cum into his body last night like the guy Sam hoped he would be. Robert was shocked by this and yet was hard as a rock. Sam noticed this and told Robert that only a versatile pig like Robert would learn that he took 15 loads of cum from complete strangers and would view it as something that would turn him on. Robert’s cock was leaking precum and before he knew what happen Sam backed his ass up onto that cock and started milking Robert’s cock with his ass. After a few minutes Sam started getting verbal telling Robert to give him the last of the neg cum he had. Robert didn’t immediately process what Sam was saying until he blew a massive load into Sam’s ass. But afterwards Sam told Robert that was probably the last time he would be shooting neg loads. Robert didn’t immediately process what that meant until Sam explained that every load he took previously was highly toxic and was going to become a toxic gift giver himself. It was only a matter of time until he converted and he should embrace what he could become. His had a tight ass that loved to take cock and a large cock that would feel good in any tight hole. Sam said he never felt his ass take to a cock like Robert’s and he was going to guide Robert down this path. Robert laid in bed contemplating what had just happened with Sam came back with a syringe filled with fluid. Robert asked what was in the syringe and all Sam said was this was his next step. end of Part 4 .....

He said he loved me… but he lied! (Part 1) First time, first love. It was an amazing feeling. Josh, the hottest bloke in town, had actually talked to me. I was stunned. It all started as another boring evening. My friends and I thought about going to the movies, but then someone suggested we could visit the new bath house in town, the ‘Toxic’. I argued against the idea as I knew that if I went I'd end-up sitting alone at the snack bar, drinking Coke Zero, while the other guys would get stuffed all around the place. And that was not a scene I wanted to revisit, but as usual I lost the argument as the majority thought a visit to the Toxic was a great idea, so that's where we found ourselves that night around 10:00 PM. Don’t get me wrong. It is not that I didn't enjoy sucking the seed out of a hard cock, or, for that matter, taking a long hard cock up my ass, but my experience was that most of the guys I'd find at the bath house would be queens who were masquerading as studs. And true studs would be few and far between. I guess you could say I didn't subscribe to the notion of flexible sexual roles. So there I was, true to form, sitting at the bar watching the scene as all kind of guys made out with each other. Some were eye-fucking me, but none were all that interesting, so I took the attitude 'Look, but don't touch'. Several guys offered me a drink, but I declined each, at least giving each guy a kindly smile. I knew I was the topic of gossip, and knowing as much I told everyone who hit at me that I wasn't interested in having anonymous bath house cock up my ass. No way, Jose. And then Josh entered the room and I got this tingling feeling in my guts. He was a hot hunk. He was 26 years old and had black hair. His eyes with were of the deepest blue I had ever seen, and as he spent time at the gym daily his body was stunning. He was not so pumped up, but rather had muscles in the right places. And talking about muscles in the right place, the bulge in his jeans was huge. Every other minute he grabbed his junk and adjusted himself, or uninhibitedly scratched his crotch. Every pussy in town was talking about Josh and not only the gay pussies. He was standing with a group of guys, several of whom had already approached me, but I had declined each of them. I found myself fuming at my foolishness, thinking had I known of Josh's connection with the guys, I could be standing over there, chatting with the cutest guy in the room. If only I had been less standoffish and had accepted a drink from one or another of the guys. Stupid….. Then I realized, they were staring in my direction even as they were chatting with each other. I turned around and looked behind myself but there was no one there. Turning back to the group of guys I saw they were still chatting, but for whatever reason were no longer staring in my direction. I found myself focused on Josh’s beautiful bulge. His jeans were so tight you could see clearly the outline of a thick and long piece of flesh. Everyone who lied about him ‘stuffing’ his jeans out should see him tonight. This was all real cock. I could clearly see it. I sighed deeply: I was totally in love with Josh. Being 18 it is not all about hormones and stuff. Of course I was a horny little brat, but I didn’t want to lose myself to some one night stand, like so many of my other friends had done. I wanted the real thing: the knight in shining armor. A romance, like in ‘Beauty and the Beast’, with me as the beauty and Josh as the…. well, the hot-stud-with-a-beast-within-his-pants. Admiringly, my gaze wandered up Josh's body, past his perfect chest, hoping to get a discrete look at his beautiful eyes, only to discover he was staring at me! And then he invitingly smiled at me. Did I see that right? My heart was pounding with excitement. But then Josh gazed around the room. I knew it. He was looking for some other willing prey. Again he adjusted his huge bulge again and my thoughts drifted away, even as I openly stared at his crotch, praying for another casual scratching or adjustment. Suddenly he left his pals and walked into my direction. My eyes grew wide and breathe grew shallow as I attempted to concentrated on my glass of coke. Now he was standing next to me. I could smell his overwhelming scent. Ordering a drink, he flashed me a casual smile, and then greeted me. "Hi, there. Having a good time?" I looked at his perfect white teeth, smiled, and apparently mumbled a vaguely appropriate response. “I’ve watched you from behind there,” he remarked, pointed at his friends, adding “Do I know you?” “No…. but it is nice to meet you. I’m Marc,” I replied, automatically extending a handshake. “I'm Josh,” he responded, taking and holding onto my hand. “Would you like a drink? Maybe we could find a quiet corner and sit down and chat a bit,” Josh suggested. I just nodded. Did he just ask me to talk to him? I felt like flying. He ordered another alcoholic drink for me and took a good grip at my nape and led me to a segregated area which was set-aside for VIPs. We took a bench and the waiter brought our drinks. We raised our glasses and took a huge sip. I didn’t dare to tell him I rarely drank alcohol as I didn’t want to spoil the moment, so I continued drinking the hard liquor. Josh, meanwhile, moved somewhat closer to me. I fought the urge to seek out his crotch. "I've gotta say, I find your shy ways beguiling," Josh quietly remarked, adding "and your beautiful eyes and sweet build are just what I like. Oh, and that you aren't completely fixated on my crotch. In all honesty that gets old. Just because I have ten inches in my jeans." I gulped. Ten inches? Mentally I was thankful he hadn't realized I had indeed been fixated on his cock, and that realization led me to mutter something inane like "...really, that huge…." I felt utterly stupid, but it apparently didn't matter. Josh draped his right arm across my my shoulder and started playing with my right nipple, softly pinching it through my t-shirt. Involuntarily I grunted in pleasure. Seemingly unknowingly Josh continued manipulating my tit. I, on the other hand, was fully aware of as much and shyly suggested “Would you like to go out for a walk?” Smiling, he replied "Sure I would, but I have a bit of a problem." “What's that?" He pointed at his crotch. It gave the impression the buttons were about to blow open. “Oh! I see what you mean," I managed. Ever so smoothly Josh continued "I'm hoping you would help me out - just so afterwards we can take a walk and enjoy the starry sky.” “You want me to jack you off?” “No, honestly, that would take too long and I really want to spend some time chatting with you. It would be better if you sucked me off.” There was no real decision to make. I was stunned by his attentions, by his cock, and by his desire to spend time with me. I nodded slowly as I considered the logistics. “Do you want me to do it here? Out in the open?” This was a bit public for my tastes. “Nah. Slip under the table, get on your knees, open my jeans and take my cock out and suck it,” he proposed, giving me an endearing nudge, adding "Don't worry, no one will ever know.” I slipped under the table and Josh opened his legs more, so I could actually kneel right in front of him. "This is the first time I've actually given a blow job," I remarked as I fumbled with his buttons. “Really?” he asked in perhaps some disbelief. But then he reasoned “That is great. It will be a memory we will share for years. It will be special to both of us. Now open my fuckin' jeans and blow me," he ordered. I obeyed and went to unhook his belt, but he told me "A few button will be enough." So I worked my way down from the second top button the last and without hesitation, licked his huge dickhead as soon as his cock was protruding from his fly. Josh crossed his arms behind his back and closed his eyes, enjoying the tongue lapping around at his glans penis, suggesting “Start sucking me with your mouth. I want your throat muscles massaging my cock.” I was concentrated on his dick and could see his crotch, but nothing else, so I didn't see Josh signal his buddies to come over to the VIP table, but I could see the table was suddenly surrounded by several pairs of legs and I could also hear Josh conversing with the guys. Then the guys squeezed into the chairs and onto the benches so I was surrounded by knees and shoes. Part of me wanted to panic and I paused in my efforts to pleasure Josh, but still I had keep his cock head in my mouth, not moving an inch, only to hear Josh announce "Guys, this isn't a great moment 'cause Marc, my new boyfriend, is sucking my dick." Immediately four pairs of eyes peered under the table and took in the sight of me kneeling there with Josh’s cock in my mouth. I was totally ashamed. They, on the other hand, seemed to find it normal. One or two extended a greeting, and all four guys then resumed chatting with Josh. He, on the other hand, was apparently enjoying my efforts as he murmured “Keep on sucking Mitch, good job, man." 'My name is Marc', I thought, but then he just knew me for 30 minutes. And he said I would be his boyfriend. It made me so happy and excited, and so I continued bopping my head up and down on his beautiful dong, only to hear him advise “Mitch, when I shoot my dick snot, swallow it all. Don’t make a mess under the table,” grabbing my hair and giving me a sharp, slightly painful tug. 'He clearly is accustomed to getting his way', I thought as I mumbled "Okay." “I am popular here. I don’t want to be banned just because you can’t swallow decently” he continued, as he then went on to describe my services to his friends, adding that for a newbie I wasn't half bad at giving head. His buddies chuckled, high-fiving him. He didn’t tell me he was about to cum. Instead I realized as much as I felt his dick twitching and his cock head swelled yet more. His load was imminent, but by no means was I prepared for the size of his load: it seemed like gallons of the salty, slimy fluid blew out of his cock. I kept swallowing, determined not to leave any tell-tale stains on the floor or his jeans. Nevertheless he felt compelled to mutter “Don’t lose a fucking drop, bitch.” I wanted to believe he was expressing a term of endearment. After Josh unloaded himself he started buttoning up. I was hesitant to crawl out from under the table, particularly as the etiquette for this situation wasn't within my purview. Besides I really didn't want to look at the faces of those four guys. I wanted to believe I had some dignity - somewhere. Then I heard a guy ask Josh "Do you mind if he sucks he off?" He added he had a four day load in his balls that needed to get released. “Sure,” Josh answered and, giving me a slight nudge with his foot, said "Hey Mitch, get to it. You did a great job, baby and I want to let my buddies experience your tongue action. Don’t embarrass me in front my friends,” he urged. I hesitated in complying as it felt wrong to blow one (or all) of these guys, but then I didn’t want to lose the chance to be Josh’s boyfriend. Josh, however, saw no issue as he announced “I am so disappointed. I really thought we had something special going on… and now you won’t even suck my best friends, even though this is not even considered as sex,” he sighed sadly. I turned to my right and stared directly at another crotch clothed with denim. I reached out, slowly felt the bulge, and opened the fly. The guy nodded at his friends and then told me to suck him good. “Remember to swallow my junk also, you slut” he snickered. They all laughed and I think I even heard even Josh’s join in. I found myself hoping none of my friends chanced to see me in this position.

"Once I have you, there will be no going back. Do you understand?" Sir had already sent me the agreement form. I had read it over, and signed it weeks ago. We had just finalized the details and set a date. "Yes Sir, I understand." "Good. You better be at that spot boy, or I will come and get you myself." With that Sir had signed off. I had already sold me belongings and notified my landlord I'd be moving out. I put my two weeks in at work. It would be hard to go back now. I set out for the airport at 8:00PM, and soon enough I was on a flight to my new home. Once I landed, it had just passed 1:00AM. I was able to get a taxi to the meeting location, even though the taxi driver was a bit worried about dropping me off in such a shady place in the middle of the night. After some assurance, he dropped me off and left. I had been early but I set off the bottom floor where I would be taken away. I had sat down and was exhausted from the flight, and with no one around, I laid down with my backs up against my bags. I figure I should try to rest up for Sir, as he had told me my first day would be long and hard. I had been jostled awake by a man, and as I woke up more I realized it was Sir. "Get up. Now." Yes Sir, as I stood up as quickly as I could. "Strip." "Here, Sir?" With that the back of his hand struck me across the face. Sir had warned me to do as I'm told, or expect punishment. As I began to strip naked in the middle of the parking garage, Sir grabbed my bags and threw them in the backseat. He had me put my clothes in a plastic bag, which he set in the backseat as well. I stood there, completely naked as Sir inspected me. "Good, just like you shown me. get in." As I reached for the front door handle, Sir hit me again, this time in the stomach. "You think your sitting up front, slave?" Sir chuckled as he opened his trunk. Fearing another strike, I climbed in the trunk without question. He slammed the trunk down hard, and got in and began to drive away. I had slept through most of the drive, besides the few bumps that would slam my body and head into the walls. Once we arrived, I expected the trunk to open, but waited at least another hour before I heard the click and the trunk open. "Get out." I got out as soon as possible. My eyes took a minute to adjust, as the morning sun was already out. I had no idea where I even was. I tried to look around, but we were in a secluded wooded area. Sir strapped on a collar on me, attached and lease and directed me inside. He shoved me into a bathroom. "It's been a long trip, boy. clean yourself out and head down the hallway. In the center of the room is a bench, lay down on it." I cleaned up and headed down the hallway. I went into the dark room and found the bench. I laid down on it, stomach down and ass up. Sir walked in, strapped in my arms and legs tight so I couldn't move. He stripped in front of me. Sir was tall, I'd wager over 6"0. He took off his shirt, slid down his pants and then underwear, revealing a thick, 8" cock and a bio-hazard tattoo. "Whats the tattoo mean, Sir?" I felt my lip crack open from the force of the blow. "Property doesn't ask questions." With that, he took his underwear and duck tape, and shoved his underwear in my mouth. He then proceeded to duck tape his underwear in my mouth so I could no longer speak. "But I'll answer your question boy, as it will be your last. It means I'm Poz. You'll get one soon enough, along with a brand to prove you're mine." My mind started racing. I had agreed to be used as property and controlled, but I never thought it through fully. What the extend of that was. I had never imagined being pozzed. I had lost all control and I had begun having second thoughts of it. I could no longer speak, my voice being completely muffled. Sir walked over to his table of goodies, and brought over a blind fold. As he was strapping it in, the last thing I seen in his hands was a toothbrush. I could no longer see, nor speak. I had been completely confused. He never spoke about being poz or pozzing me. As I tried to figure out what the toothbrush was for, he forced it in to my ass hard. Sir worked it in, rubbing and running it in all directions. He eventually pulled out, and I heard a chuckle. "Now your ready boy, just remember, this is only the beginning." With that, he lined up his cock with my ass, and it one push, rammed all 8" inches in. Tears formed in my eyes, but I had no choice but to take Sir's hard fucking. I tried to open up for him, and pushed my ass up high, thinking if I let him in, it would hurt less. It only made Sir pick up his speed. "That's a good boy, you better get used to this." He began rabbit-fucking my hole, until I heard him grunt and spurt his load inside me. Once he pulled out, he shoved a butt plug in. "This stays in until I take it out, boy." He walked over to my head, undid my duck tape and pulled out his underwear. Before I could breathe in he shoved his cock down my throat, I could taste his cum mixed with blood and realized it had been my blood. After cleaning off his cock, he walked out. He stopped by the door. "You'll sleep like this tonight, tomorrow we brand you." With that, Sir had walked out and left me locked up for the night.

The End of Pretense - As told by Ben “Ben, I want you to fuck Jim without a condom, and shoot your load in his gut.” I was stunned by what Brandon just said. I noticed that Jim was just grinning like the cat that caught the canary. Had Brandon and Jim planned something that I did not know about? Of course I had been fucking bareback and giving and receiving loads from a whole lot of guys in the last few months but I was still shocked at Brandon’s change of attitude. I had to say something. “Brandon, what about the agreement? Safe only with strangers.” He burst out laughing as he took the condom out of my hand. “Oh, that. Seems like it went out of the window a while ago. And this condom is programmed to break anyway. Or didn’t Jim tell you?” He paused waiting for me to say something. I remained silent so he continued. “You probably started fucking bare that first day you met up with Sam again or soon after that. And then when I got to enjoy sloppy seconds after you had spent a Saturday running errands I put two and two together. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? I took that as a hint and both of us have been fucking raw behind each other’s back for some time now.” Brandon turned Jim around and guided my dick to his hole and continued. “New Agreement. Only fuck bareback and take all loads.” I felt sick. I hadn’t expected that my bareback cheating would be revealed in this way. In some crazy way I thought I could fuck around raw and Brandon would never find out. “Then there is that TeamBB speedo you started wearing a few months ago. At my last conference my gay Buddy Zach told me what it meant.” Fuck, now I knew that Brandon knew how much I had been fucking around. I had totally lost my hard on by this stage. I love Brandon and I did not want it all to end this way. “Sam, Matt and Josh started the Team Bare Back club and to join is by invitation only. Once they have each fucked you twice and left their loads in your ass, they gave you a team swimsuit. And the club has rules, sort of like our arrangement was supposed to be a set of rules. No condoms ever. Never ask anyone their status. Never tell anyone your status except by means of a symbol, such as a tattoo. Never refuse to fuck anyone. Never refuse anyone who wants to fuck you. Never waste your seed by cumming outside an ass.” He looked at me long and hard, searching for some sign of guilt. I am sure all he saw was my blood drained expression. “Too late for regrets. You cannot undo what has happened. Like you cannot un-catch the ‘flu.” I saw Jim grinning at him as he said that. “The old agreement no longer stands. The new agreement is TeamBB rules. Now FUCK JIM IN THE ASS loverboy.” As I pressed my cock head against Jim’s willing anus I noticed that Brandon was looking directly at Jim as he continued. “And added to the TeamBB rules is a new one just for us: We go out and find guys who are cheating on their partner and both fuck him raw and deposit our loads.” “Fuck yeah!” was all Jim said as I slid all the way in. Brandon went down on his knees and started sucking the cum and ass juices off Jims cock as I slowly fucked him. For a few moments no one said a thing and the only sounds were the slapping of my crotch against Jim’s ass and the slurping sounds of Brandon’s sucking. Then Jim spoke: “Fuck yeah. Load up the cheating boyfriend. That’s hot.” I wondered for a moment if he was responding to Brandon’s statement or was cheating on someone himself. Whatever he meant, the idea of deliberately barebacking a cheater was too hot to resist, and I started spewing a huge load into Jim’s bowels. Jim grunted with pleasure as he felt my cum filling him up. “Damn, I can never get enough cum up my chute. I wish we had time for Brandon to fuck me as well. Maybe next time.” I certainly hoped there would be a next time as I slowly withdrew my still hard cock from his sloppy rectum, trying to prevent the cum from leaking out. Brandon went to the bedroom to get a towel while Jim and I started gathering our clothes. After a quick wipe down we started getting dressed. I wondered why Jim needed to be home by five. Maybe he was cheating on a boyfriend? He had not said anything about one. - As told by Brandon We had all just finished getting dressed when Jim looked at his phone and noticed that there was a text message. As he opened the message I could not help noticing what it said. “Missed my flight. Be home after midnight.” I heard Jim mutter “Kewl” and then much louder. “Guys, I don’t have to be home by five after all. You guys up for another round? I still need to breed Brandon’s ass and he needs to breed mine.” This was going to be a great opportunity for Jim and I to swop our toxic strains, and Ben had already received a load from each of us. I thought it might be a good idea to wait a while before fucking again to give us a chance to recover. A beer or two and a very hot movie would give our balls a chance to recharge. I looked around for one of my favorites called “Bareback Cheating Boyfriends: Risk Takers,” a title appropriate for the occasion. I could not find it I wondered if Ben had lent it to someone. No problem. I had a newer one that was even hotter. “Guys, why don’t you get comfortable on the couch while I grab some beers and a new bareback porn movie that I just got. It’s supposed to be very hot and quite controversial so I am curious to see it.” Of course I had already seen it, and knew EXACTLY why it was controversial. I gave them their beers, inserted the DVD, pushed play and went to sit between the two of them on the couch. The movie was called “Unforeseen Outcum”, and for a porn movie actually had a sort of a plot. Two (or more) hot guys would cruise each other, and then go somewhere to fuck. One guy would say he was neg and want to use a condom, and the other guy would refuse. They would fuck anyway. The top in all cases was very vocal, telling the bottom to enjoy his bare cock and cum then revealing his status by either pulling up his shirt to reveal a massive biohazard tattoo or announce that he was filling his ass with a poz load. They movie had six scenes, but by halfway through the second scene we were already boned up to the point that we needed release. I was sitting between Jim and Ben on the couch and I slipped my hand behind Jim’s back and into his ass crack. He lifted up his ass giving me access to his hole. My finger slipped in easily. Jim reciprocated by sliding his hand behind me. “Mmmmmm. Cummy hole.” I said to him. “Does your sloppy hole need another load?” “Fuck yeah! And your hole needs a load! No cum in there.” As he inserted his finger into my hole. “Let’s swap DNA. Tell you what: You fuck me and breed me while Ben fucks you and loads you up. Then I fuck sloppy seconds and breed you while you fuck Ben.” We all stood up and Jim grabbed the lube and slicked up my cock and his hole and backed onto it. My dick slid in easily. Jim was obviously no stranger to taking dick. Ben lubed himself up and slid into me with equal ease. Not really surprising as after all the large cocks I had taken recently Ben’s 6 inches was no challenge. Getting the rhythm right in a fuck-sandwich is a challenge though and after a few failed attempts of dicks plopping out of assholes we settled on me doing the work while the other two stood still. Fucking and getting fucked at the same time is an incredible sensation and I wasted no time in cumming - until I had loaded Jim’s sloppy ass he was not going to fuck me! I took my last few deep thrusts and shot my load deep in Jim’s bowels and then stopped moving. Ben took over and started fucking me like a jack hammer until he seeded me a few seconds later. Now it was Jim’s turn. Ben doesn’t like getting fucked immediately after cumming so he opted out. “Guys, I want to watch you two guys fuck. I want to see you fuck my husband and breed him!” That was fine by me. I lay back on the couch as Jim lubed himself up. With his size I was going to need it! We fucked missionary style with a lot of deep kissing. As he came Jim whispered in my ear. “Thanks for sharing your strain, now you’re getting mine.” “Fair trade”, I responded. As Jim pulled out of me I remained on my back on the couch and spoke directly to him. “Let’s take a breather. I am not done fucking yet and I need to build up another load.” I then turned to Ben. “Honey, why don’t you go to the kitchen and grab us each another beer?” As soon as he was out of earshot I whispered to Jim. “I think we each need to give him another toxic load.” Ben gave us the beers and we sat down to watch the last scene in the movie. It was probably the hottest scene of all. A cute twink is cruising the guys in a bathhouse. He goes into a room and one of the tops with a biohazard tattoo follows him in. Twink grabs a condom and lube and begs the top to fuck him. He gives them to the top and then goes down on his hands and knees. Top lubes up his cock and throws away the condom. As he slides in he tells the bottom that he is going to take it raw and take the tops load. The bottom starts off protesting but as he feels the fat raw cock sliding in his hole he starts enjoying the ride and is soon begging for the top’s cum. By the end of the scene everyone in the movie has loaded him and there is no pulling out so you see cum dribbling out of his abused hole at the end. By the end of the movie we were all as hard as hell and ready for the third round. Jim looked at me with and evil grin. “Why don’t we both fuck Ben? At the same time!” I’d been double-fucked at the Zach’s sex party and loved it. I didn’t know if Ben had ever had two cocks up his ass at the same time. It was going to be tight with my eight inches and Jim’s eleven in his hole at the same time. Ben answered my question. “Fuck Yeah! DP? I’ve had a lot of dicks in my hole but never two at the same time. And RAW!” Jim directed the action. He grabbed some lube and slathered it on his dick. “Brandon, you’re going to need to lube up as well. It’s going to be tight.” He then lay back on the couch with his legs apart. “Ben, sit on my dick facing me.” Ben needed no encouragement and hopped up onto the couch. Sitting down slowly on Jim’s eleven inches he engulfed it all in his greedy hole. Ben started riding Jim and I had a great view of the fat cock sliding in and out of Ben’s anus, soon noticing that it was not only coated in lube, but that some of the cum that was in his gut was leaking out past the plunging dick. It was now my turn to enter. I stood behind Ben, between Jim’s legs and slowly pressed my cock to that space where Jim’s dick was entering Ben’s stretched asshole. It was hard going at first but Ben leaned forward giving me better access so that I was slowly able for force my way in. Ben uttered a yelp of pain and then went silent. All you could hear was our heavy breathing. I pushed all the way in until my balls were against Jim’s. I started slowly fuckin Ben and the sensation of my bare dick in a tight ass sliding against another raw dick was incredible. We took turns, with me thrusting, then Jim, then Ben riding us both. Jim started the dirty talk. “Fucking bottom boy dick slut, getting fucked bareback by your husband and me at the same time. We’re going to fill your slutty ass with our loads. That’s what you want, right.” I thought “yeah, loads, toxic loads.” “Fuck yeah, give me your loads. I need your cum in me.” We were all getting close so I took over the action and started fucking Ben hard. Almost in the sense of a revenge fuck. I knew it must have hurt. “Yeah Ben. You’ve been fucking bareback behind my back. Taking anybody’s loads who would give then to you. Right?” Before he could answer Jim took over. “Yeah. Anonymous loads too I suppose? We’re going to give you what you’re looking for.” I thought Jim was going to say poz or toxic, but he just grinned at me. We both knew that our loads very toxic, and that Ben’s were probably too, but that he did not know it. I wanted to keep it that way for now. Jim came first and as I felt his cum gushing into Ben I came as well. Ben was totally turned on and was jerking his cock and came immediately thereafter, splattering his load against Jim’s face. (Against the rules! Should have been in an ass.) After we had all come down from the high of that extreme orgasm, we disentangled ourselves, and as Jim still had time, shared a hot shower. We could probably have fucked some more in the shower but having cum three times in a little over an hour and a half I don’t think any of us was ready. We all got dressed and Jim promised to come back for repeat session if we were interested. We told him that of course we were. As Jim walked out the door I remembered where I had seen his boyfriend before. Kevin! He had cruised me in the steam room at the gym shortly after Ben and I had got married. I was still so enamored with bareback sex with Ben that I was not yet looking for sex on the side. Kevin was very persistent and when I declined his advances told me where to find him online. “I’m BBK88 on barebuddies. I don’t show my face dick on the profile pics because I travel a lot for work and my boyfriend doesn’t know I am screwing around. I also changed my location to be one town away. If you are interested look me up.” We had barely gone our separate ways back then when I looked him up on my phone: 28, 5’11” 160lb 30w. Slim, Blond, blue eyes. Hairy. White. Looking for: 1-on-1 Sex, 3some/Group Sex, Misc. Fetishes. Hairy slim guy with an appetite for cocks, cum and asses. Let me fuck you or you fuck me or we flip flop. It’s all good. Condoms if we have to but I prefer bareback. All loads should go in asses. I have a boyfriend who doesn’t know so we have to be discreet. 6”, Uncut, Vers/bottom, anything goes, don’t know. Prefer meeting at: your place, public place. That profile from months back sort of said it all, didn’t it? Who got pozzed first, Jim or Kevin? I checked Kevin’s profile again. Nothing had changed. “Don’t know.” Most probably Poz since Jim had told me they regularly had sex. I did not want Ben to know either, until the time was right. With him not knowing, we could hook up with cheating partners for raw sex and share our toxic loads. If Ben knew, he might not want to do that. He probably would still do it since he did not seem to care either way about his own risks of being infected, but I did not want to risk spoiling my fun.

I stayed neg but now i will try to get as many poz cum as possible

The need to tutor students had surprised Robert and with students asking to come over on Friday he had to beg off from going over to Angelo and Tony’s place on Friday. When Tony heard the news, he didn’t take with disappointment but he took it as an opportunity to start the corruption of Robert and have him ready to give in by the time they would finally get him to their place. Over the next week, Angelo and Tony would look out their windows or from their front yard to see a stream of young male college students coming over to Robert’s home to be tutored. Whether it was young cubs or twinks it didn’t matter what race they were, Angelo and Tony were drooling at the thought that once Robert was converted (in more ways than one) to their way of thinking they would get the chance to partake in the buffet of young and naïve college talent Robert was tutoring. On a Saturday afternoon when Sam was planning to come over, Tony decided to take their corruption of Robert to the next level. He hadn’t formally introduced himself yet to Robert and he discussed with Angelo that he had an idea on how to do so. Tony would play it where he was swimming in the pool and Angelo had left to run a few errands for their party that night with friends and had locked Tony out of the house and could he hang out at Robert’s while he waited for Sam to arrive who carried an extra key for them. Angelo like the idea and told Tony to take it one step further and show up at Robert’s place only with a towel covering his cock saying he needed something to wear in the interim. That would allow Tony to show off his package to Robert unintentionally of course and further peak his interest. Tony knew that Sam would follow his lead with Robert and after an hour or so Angelo would wonder over to Robert’s as well to get Sam and Tony to go back to their place. Tony decided around 4:30pm to put the plan into motion, he had Angelo put his car into the garage to make it look like Angelo was gone and then after being in the pool for about 45 minutes pulled himself out and with only a hand towel made his way to Robert’s front-door. He rang the bell and Robert came down from his office to see Tony with only a hand towel covering himself standing at the door. He opened the door and before Robert could question Tony, Tony introduced himself as Angelo’s husband and explained that Angel had left to run some errands and locked him out. Robert immediately invited Tony in and asked what he could do and Tony asked if he had a pair of shorts he could borrow while he waited for their friend Sam who was bringing some party supplies to their place for the night. Robert said sure and went upstairs to get a part of gym shorts for Tony. When he brought them down Tony thanked him and dropped the hand towel which gave Robert his first look at Tony’s cock which was rock hard pointing straight out at Robert. Tony took his time putting the shorts on to make sure Robert laid eyes on his cock. Then Tony proceeded to get to know Robert a little bit better asking about his reasons for moving into the community and as he learned more started asking some more personal questions of Robert. For whatever reason, Robert told Tony that it had been months since he had gotten a blowjob let alone had sex. When Tony asked if he had had anal sex or even without condoms Robert said his previous girlfriends wouldn’t allow it and that’s when Tony said maybe he should have had a boyfriend instead. Tony explained to Robert that he and Angelo while married had an open relationship where they could play with others together or separately. Tony explained that they felt there was a difference between satisfying an urge versus loving/caring for someone but that they both loved to play with others. The one rule they had was that all play had to be bare, they didn’t see why condoms should ever be used. Right when Robert was going to ask about catching a disease from playing without condoms he heard a knock on the door which tony said it could be Sam. When Robert opened the door, Tony immediately said it was Sam and invited him in. Tony greeted Sam with a deep French kiss and Sam immediately started to feel Tony up. When they broke their kiss, Tony introduced Sam to Robert and when Robert presented his hand to shake, Sam took it and pulled Rob into a deep kiss. It stunned Robert for a second and he didn’t get his senses to pull away until Sam put his hand on Robert’s cock. It shocked Robert and he pulled away but not before Sam felt Robert’s cock harden. Tony then explained to Sam that Robert wasn’t playing for their team yet to which Sam said was too bad. Sam told Tony he had the most of the party supplies in his car but brought a sample inside now for them to sample. Tony asked Robert if he minded and Robert not wanting to look uncool said sure to which Tony then took out a small baggy filled with white powder. Sam asked Tony if he wanted to do a line of cocaine which Tony nodded yes. Sam asked where should he set it up and Tony said let’s not use Robert’s furniture to risk leaving any evidence behind so instead can I use your cock. Sam said as long as you get my cock hard you can and before Robert could blink Tony was sucking on his cock. Robert was stunned and had to be asked by Sam when was the last time he had had his cocked sucked to which Robert said it had been months ago. Sam then suggested that he should have Tony suck his cock to repay his kindness to him today and while Robert hesitated, Sam told Tony to suck on Robert’s cock for while he setup the party favor for Tony. Tony in one motion pulled down Robert’s pants and started sucking his cock while Sam put a small line onto his cock and then presented it to Tony. Tony broke from sucking on Robert’s cock long enough to take the line and then went back to sucking Robert’s cock. Sam was then asked Robert if he wanted to do a line and when Robert said he had never done cocaine Sam offered him the chance to try it. Before Robert could think to say now, tony really started sucking on his cock and then moved to put a finger into Robert’s ass. Robert moaned and Sam took that as an opportunity to put a line under Robert’s nose and told him to snort it. Robert hesitated until Tony put a 2nd finger into his ass and then he snorted the line which hit him like a ton of bricks. While Robert was dealing with his first line of cocaine ever, Sam discretely took out a 2nd baggy which was filled with Tina and took dipped his finger into the baggy and placed his Tina laced finger into Robert’s hole when Tony slipped his fingers out. Without knowing it Robert had just taken his first booty bump as he started to cum into Tony’s mouth. Tony sucked all the cum from Robert and then got up from the floor to walk over to Sam and give him another deep kiss passing Robert’s cum to Sam’s mouth. It was at this point that Angelo was noticed standing inside the door and said hello to everyone. He proceeded to kiss both Sam and Tony before telling them that they should head back to their place to prepare for the party. Angelo told Robert if he wanted to could cum over to the party but Robert begged off as his head was flying from everything that had happened in the last 30 minutes. Angelo said then they would have him over in the near future and the three of them proceeded back home. Angelo, Tony and Sam discussed in the kitchen what had happened and when Sam told them that he had slipped Robert a booty bump they suggested they take the action outside for a bit to see if they could catch Robert watching and entice him to cum over. As the three of them made out and took turns sucking on each other’s cocks, Angelo did see Robert watching from his room upstairs and made eye contact. Robert was surprised that he was caught by Angelo watching and slowly backed away and turned off the lights to his room. Robert was feeling as horny as he had every felt at this point and was slowly rubbing his cock without any ability to stop himself. While he wanted to go over to Angelo and Tony’s place something inside of him was stopping him from making that walk but he couldn’t contain himself in terms of looking for porn so he proceeded to go to his computer and started surfing for porn. Nothing could satisfy him until he came to some Treasure Island videos he found and the bareback action took him to a point where he finally released his second load of the night all over his chest and hand. He started licking his fingers afterwards. In the meantime Sam, Tony and Angelo took their party inside satisfied they had moved Robert that much closer to being with them. End of Part 3…

I came across this clip on Tumblr but I don't know who these guys are or what video this is from. I'd love to be able to watch the entire thing (especially where the other guy is apparently going to give him his load too). https://vt.tumblr.com/tumblr_o98z81fKxx1u8ooi9.mp4#_=_

I always wanted a pair of ultra skimpy posing briefs like the bodybuilders wore, but being in the 80’s and me being a shy teenager it was not too easy to get them as it was well before internet access. I’d sit late at night and look through bodybuilding magazines and some gay mags that I hid under my bed that I would spend hours looking at when I went to bed, wanking and fingering my arse over what I saw and the posing briefs that I so wanted a pair of, no one knew I was gay, I did but I had done nothing about it excpet drool over the men in the magazines. Despite being a shy lad I enjoyed sports a lot, especially weights and swimming so and had a pretty good muscled body despite being short at only 5’5. One day in July when college had finished for the summer I was sunbathing in shorts in the garden when my mum called me in and told me I needed to go to the high street for her to buy some milk, despite not wanting to go I knew it was better to than have my Mum go on at me so I pulled on a T-Shirt and put on some flip flops and headed down the High Street. When I got down near the high street I found the road blocked by police due to an accident and a policeman told me If I wanted to get to the high street I would have to walk down Barret lane and then cut up through Mineral Street, I thought ‘great right out of my way’ but set off anyway knowing I would get a tongue lashing if I did not come back with the milk, little did i know at that time that i'd be getting som 'milk' or white stuff! It was a lovely sunny balmy evening as I wandered off down Barret Lane and it occurred to me that I had not been round this way for many years since my old mate Stephen had moved to Welling, my mind was full of the good times we had enjoyed when we were kids , and then I saw it, it had been so long since I had been in Mineral Street that I had not known new shops had opened there, the sign above the shop said ‘Khans Gentlemens Apparel’ and though the window was very dirty I could see the object of my affection a white posing brief on a dummy, my heart pounded in my chest as I entered the shop which appeared deserted, th whole world seemed to stop around me as I stood in front of the counter with the dummy on it, my hands trembled as I touched the posing briefs and my heart fluttered at the soft silky feeling of the material, a deeply accented voice brought me into the here and now. “Most nice aren’t they boy” I almost jumped out of my skin turning to see a much older well built bald dark skinned man smiling down at me, my throat seemed to dry up and I blushed furiously croaking“yes they are very nice” The man smiled again but also frowned “but these are not right for you boy with your pale skin and blond hair, you need a different colour”. “I do?” “yes most indeed, you need a much special colour, come with Khan” Khan turned and walked towards the counter at the back of the shop and I just followed, at the counter he grinned “what size you wear in posing brief?” “I’m 26” waist” Khan laughed “not in waist my boy, in pouch and rear!” I blushed furiuosley “I don’t know?” Khan moved closer to me so my back was against the counter “let Khan find out” then shoved his hand down my shorts and felt my cock and balls in his hand, i stood shocked, but excited and rooted to the spot as he fondled me and I blushed as my undersized cock grew to its hard 4” as he squeezed, his other hand went down the back of my shorts and felt my bottom, gently groping each buttock in turn, he pulled his hands out of my shorts and I stood breathing heavily as he grinned “small pouch, large rear” before he turned his back on me and rummaged through a drawer and then turned round with some brightly coloured blue posing briefs and handed them to me pointing behind me “Changing room in there” I went to say thank you but my throat was so dry and I just made a croaking noise, he laughed at this “wait” he left me standing for a few moments and came back with a small beaker “drink” I took the beaker in my hand and lifted it, the liquid smelt funny and I wrinkled my nose but Khan motioned for me to drink it, which I did, it was a funny tasting drink but not horrible, he rubbed my belly “There all good, make you feel good soon, all relaxed”, little did I know he’d given me a drink laced with Ghb. I nodded and went into the changing room, which was massive compared to others I had been into before. I dropped the posers onto a chair and stripped off my clothes, I picked up the bright electric blue posers covered with shiney sequins, I picked it up and thought to myself that I was feeling hot and stuffy in the changing room but despite this I ignored it but by the time I had them on I felt a little woozy stumbling a little. I was feeling more light headed and hot as I admired myself in the posing brief in the mirror, I could not help being hard in them, Khan came into the changing room smiling “oh yes see how well bright colour look on pale skin boy” I looked at him in and myself in the mirror, my mind foggy but I nodded, his hand started to roam over my body, though unsure what was happening his hands felt good as he stroked and felt me, he twisted me round so I was looking side on in the mirror “look my blond angel how well the briefs cup your peach round ass” I just nodded as I looked over my shoulder as his big hands felt and caressed my bubble butt, “ yes feels good yes my hands?” i nodded again. Grinning he whispered “oh yes, so good” as he slowly pushed the briefs down over my buttocks, his hands caressed my bottom pulling my cheeks apart revealing my tight pink puckered hole, I shuddered as his fingers dipped into my crack gently rubbing my hole, he grunted “is your boi pussy still virgin my blond boy’?” inexperiend as I was I did not know what he meant, and as my mouth moved I felt like my speech slur “what do you mean?”, he grinned “has a man fucked you in your arse yet?”, I shook my head as he massaged my bum, “that is excellent boy, but I know you have wanted it havent you?”, my embaressement made me blush as I nodded and that made him laugh before he leant down and pushed his tongue between my lips. I lterally swooned as he kissed me, he broke off the kiss and smiled “come my blond angel” He led me out of the changing room and down a hall to some steep stairs behind a curtain where he paused taking hold of my shoulders “blond boy you must choose you leave now and no more is said or come into Khan’s home and serve Master Khan” Without thinking the words just fell out of my mouth “I want to serve Khan” He frowned at me “Master Khan” I nodded “Master Khan”

I thought I'd share something which happened a few years ago. It was almost midnight, one Friday night, shortly after I had moved to Asia. I’d had the feeling my bf was up to something - feelings which were confirmed when he gave the cab driver directions (in Cantonese) which didn’t sound like our address and sure enough the cab starts heading in the opposite direction. “Where are we going?” “To our friends… “ (let's call him Vincent) “and his boyfriend." To describe Vincent (and his boyfriend) as 'Friends' was certainly an exaggeration. I’d met them only once, so it took me a second or two even to work clarify in my mind who my bf was talking about, but once I did his remark made sense. This was obviously something they had been plotting between the two of them, and I had noticed on the one occasion I had met Vincent how much my bf fancied him. He was tall, fit and large framed for an Asian. He was also a few years older than us, top - I’d been a bit surprised as he was much more my sort of guy than my bf’s. Also hot but a little scary was the fact that he was on my 'to see' list for work as he was head of the local office of an important potential client. So while I was a little surprised (and might for all sorts of reasons have gone easy on the lagers if I had known the plan beforehand,) there were no complaints from me. So we played. It was hot, in slightly drunken sort of way (at least I thought as much). Safely, of course, as sex always was back then. After a while, when all had cum (except me, in fact), the others decided to downstairs for a late snack, but as I was too tired to stir, I lay naked in bed, pulled the covers over me and had almost drifted off to sleep, only to become gradually aware I was not alone: a big body - and more to the point, an impressively hard cock, was laying against my back, and in fact, holding me in his embrace. Oh, and then I became aware a hard cock was poking against my hole. I've gotta admit it felt nice, even if I assumed we both knew it would never happen. Then came my second surprise of the evening. "Can I put it inside you? Raw. No condom. I won’t fuck you. I just want to feel it inside." Wow - what a thought! Bareback fuck and I’d have said no to right away. But that’s not what he was saying. He wasn’t the only one who wanted to know what it might feel like bare inside me. In any case it couldn’t be for long - a minute or two and the others would be back. So I replied "Sure, but promise, no fucking." So, slowly with a little bit of lube I felt it go in. I was fully awake now - any appearances of sleeping or dozing off was just that, a pretence. I was wide awake. It was very, very hot. To be honest, I’d expected him to try it on a bit and I was ready to bring it to an end when he did. But no - he was as good as his word. Once it was in he just held it there - as hard as a rock - but as motionless as one too and for an an impressively long time. I’d guess somewhere between 5 to 10 minutes (the others do enjoy their food) and with no in/out movements at all - just an occasional slight tensioning of the muscle. It seemed clear he wasn’t going to try anything so our naughty little fantasy would still have to end when the others returned so I’d relaxed - and had started to drift off when it happened. His cock still didn’t move as he shot his load inside me. There could be no doubt what about what it was. I’d felt it many times before only this time it was coming from a motionless cock - and the usual barrier wasn’t there. He did not react or try to pull out but just kept his cock as still as it had been before - only it now it now it shot wave after wave of cum inside me. I’d obviously been wrong to think he cum earlier in the evening - or I suspect for a quite few days before. I’d been bred and with the most massive load. "I’ve come," he commented rather lamely. Stating the obvious and with not even an attempt to sound surprised or apologetic. He was plainly neither - mission accomplished more like. I did not know how to react. Although secondarily I’d find myself both angry and turned on, my initial reaction was neither. I was just impressed that he could cum without the usual pumping. I thought of his talent as something of a magic trick that a child would enjoy witnessing. He done something I thought was impossible and I was just amazed that he had done it. Then I also found myself genuinely angry: he’d done what he wanted, knowing what my answer would be if he had been upfront in asking me. I must admit, however, I was very, very turned on. I was determined not to show it but it was amazing to feel his big load inside me. I reliving the experience over and over again in my mind from when he slid in until the moment I felt his load shoot. Anyhow I said nothing. And when my boyfriend returned announcing we were leaving to go home, the whole experience might have just been an interesting memory, tinged with anger and lust, but to be honest the anger passed, and lust drew me back to a couple of weeks later for more, this time on my own.

How about getting used by a str8 guy. Just as a hole. No contact or talk. Just him using you to Cum in

When Angelo got back home Tony was lounging on their patio naked and his cock was semi-hard. Angelo proceeded to fill Tony in on his time with Robert including the lingering look Robert gave to Angelo bulge. As Angelo finished recounting his time with Robert, Tony had got up from his lounge chair and proceeded to pull down Angelo’s shorts to start slowing sucking on his semi hard cock. As Tony slowly licked up and down Angelo’s shaft, Angelo proceeded to think out loud about Robert. Angelo felt with the right inducement they would be able to turn Robert from straight as an arrow guy into not only a gay lover but one who would relish using his power over his students for his own benefit. All Robert needed was to be programmed a little bit and have his sensibilities “rebooted” accordingly. Angelo thought they could turn Robert into a versatile leather bear once he realized how hot he really was. His old girlfriend's ignorance on what was attractive would be a powerful incentive to help program Robert to be the man he should he. Angelo commented how many young and impressionable college students Robert could easily corrupt as their professor and once corrupted could become the plaything of the weekend or more for them. Tony was getting more excited by the moment and started to suck harder on Angelo when Angelo commented that he believed that Robert was watching from his window. Angelo decided that they should give Robert something to really remember. Angelo told Tony to lay on the lounge chair and slowly stroke his cock while Angelo went inside to get some favors. When Angelo returned he had two little baggies with him. The first one contained cocaine which he proceeded to place a small amount of his cock for Tony to snort. Tony wasted no time in doing so and then took Angelo’s 2nd little bag which contained some T and proceeded to give Angelo the booty bump he had been aching since their last party. Tony then proceeded to position angelo on all fours on the lounge chair looking at robert’s house and started to fuck Angelo long and hard. They both looked up to see Robert staying at them from his window but instead of moving away to hide the fact he had been seen Robert was to mesmerized by his neighbors to move. Robert proceeded to watch for another 15 minutes as he say Angelo being fucked right in front of him. Robert who hadn’t had any action for months since his break up felt his cock through his pants as hard as it had ever been. For the first time in his life Robert thought about what it would be like to fuck another guy and the thought led to Robert moving away from the window so he could undress and start to stroke his cock. Robert moved to his desk and started looking for some porn to watch to complete rubbing a load out but for the first time he looked for gay porn. He didn’t last a five minutes before shooting rope after rope of cum into his towel and when he was finished he took his finger to drip it in his cum and tasted it. He didn’t know why he felt that he should do that but he found the taste to be a bit salty but surprising enjoyable. Angelo and Tony looked up after a while and didn’t see Robert there any longer. They decided to go back inside to continue their playtime. Tony started discussing with Angelo how he could introduce himself to Robert and an idea came to him on how he might be able to introduce himself along with Sam to Robert sooner than their planned party. Tony had the urge to start the corruption of Robert as soon as possible and he wanted to have Sam there to setup things in motion. End of Part 2….

We both jumped at the sound of the knock on the door and looked directly at each other, but froze. I quickly hid the pipe and whispered to CJ that it was likely my friend Scott. CJ immediately thought it was his man and I gotta admit that it crossed my mind, too. Or the bathhouse crew that saw the smoke - which was unlikely because we'd blown the clouds into a towel or each other's mouths as shot-guns, but you never know. We both wrapped our towels and I gently opened the door. It was Scott .... thankfully. He felt a bit awkward for "barging in", but it was probably a blessing in disguise. I honestly didn't know how long CJ had been in the room, but at least 10-15 minutes. CJ politely excused himself and Scott and I chuckled a little and detailed our slutty behavior since leaving him back in the glory hole maze draining cock. He had three loads down his throat and one in his ass. We passed the pipe and and got really fucking horned up as I described tempting mr. ball cap with hitting the pipe. I had a feeling CJ would be back, but was pretty curious how his conversation went down with his hubby....missing for who knows how long, a little amped up on T and dilated pupils in those baby blues. It was an intense, but brief encounter. Scott and I prepped a G swirl, guzzled it and turned up the filthy porn on the tv. Within minutes, the warmth of the G took over and we dimmed the lights, cracked the door open and got comfortable. Both on our backs, teasing our cocks and making out. Quite a few guys lingered to peek but nobody bold enough to enter. A thick, hairy bear looking guy poked his head in. He looked a bit over 6 feet tall, a bit older and really sexy. I opened the door to let him in (foreshadowing I guess) and he closed it behind him and dropped his towel. His thick thighs were impressive and his thick cock looked really promising, too. Wrapped in a silver cock ring, it started to plump up and swell immediately. Without any of us even speaking a word we both started to suck our new buddy. His growing meat responded with the attention. Probably 7" and thick and veiny. I'm a nip pig and his were thick and swollen so I already knew the answer, but asked if he liked his worked over. He grunted a deep "fuck yea" and I went in. Grabbed some poppers and offered to our new bud and he gladly inhaled two huge hits. Scott did the same and as I took my hits Scott was on his back with his legs in the air, serving up his hole for hairy daddy. As he started munching on that hungry fuckhole, Scott moaned as that tongue opened him up and tasting the cum from some anonymous load. I know that scruff felt rough against his hole, too. Daddy stood up and teased that piece against Scott's begging, hungry hole.... and slowly guided the head inside. "Do you guys party?" he asked. With that thick dick getting deeper, Scott moaned a 'yes sir' and I followed up telling him we'd been smoking off and on all night. He grinned and I offered up a hit. He responded, "Nice. You guys ever point?" Scott's eyes rolled in the back of his head - surely because that thick dick was now balls deep, but also because he wanted a hard slam in his arm. I (somewhat excitedly) told him we'd slammed a couple times. Was this hung fucker about to offer to slam us? "My buddy and I have the large room with the sling. Care to relocate?" he said. Scott and I both nodded yes and the three of us grabbed our towels. Thoughts were racing....hoping his buddy was as hot as he was....horny as hell....and following our new daddy like slutty, dirty pigs....

I am thankful to all the YOUNG sluts out there into daddy dick and ass. Half the time (or more) I am in better shape than them anyway, but it doesn't matter.....love that young "innocent" boy hole or cream in my ass I never would have looked twice at a guy my age when I was younger - stupid of me - so it makes me appreciate it all the more. My hot top wingman buddy and I specialize in tag teaming twinks, so I've been skewing younger and younger these days - young "don't care" hos are the best fucks

EVEN LOWER - PART 2 After taking that first load I had a few minutes to catch my breath and let it all sink in. I had done this. I was the one who followed this sick looking guy and begged him to fill me with his huge dick and toxic seed. Did I really want more? I know that’s what I just thought, but did I really? In a matter of seconds, a million thoughts and feelings warred inside of me. There was still a piece of me that wondered if it was too late to turn back and pretend like none of this had ever happened. A larger part, however, was in the driver's seat. The rush that my body and mind had experienced getting fucked by this man, filled with his cum, was unlike any that I had ever had before. Some people believe that a fuck is a fuck, but I have been bred many times before and none of them could compare to being taken by a man with a death sentence. I definitely wanted MORE! “Anybody else?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at the room of men circling around me now like hungry wolves. The man who had just broken the seal spoke up first. “AIDS and high viral loads only,” he urged, adding “Nobody who is neg and nobody who is on PrEP.” 'Okay', I thought, 'he’s going to be my pimp. I can live with that'. A couple of guys just left at that point, not meeting the criteria, I suppose. And a few of the bottoms I’d seen getting fucked before also left. They must not have been at all versatile, but most of the guys remained, and one by one each took his turn in violating my cumsloppy pighole. A couple were full blown AIDS cases, and the rest were just shooting high viral loads. A few even stuck around for round two, so in total I took lucky 13 toxic loads up my ass. I didn’t realize it but at some point my original AIDS fucker had stepped out for a couple of minutes to retrieve something, and when the guys had all had their way with me, he stuffed a nice fat butt plug in my hole, remarking “There, all sealed up. You don’t take this butt stuffer out until your ass absorbs all of our gifts, you got it?” he told me forcibly. “Yes, Sir,” I replied nodding. He slapped me on the ass and said, “Good, I’ll see you around, you fucking whore,” with a huge grin on his face. After that, I dressed and left, walking home with my clothes sticking to my sweat-slick skin. I also noticed that I stunk of sweat and cum. It was really obvious when I got in the elevator in my building. A couple of guys got in and smirked at me, clearly knowing exactly what that smell was. I had moved into a building in the gay ghetto only a month before, so I didn't really know anyone yet, but I'm more than sure that most of the guys in my building would recognize that I was wearing the unmistakable scent of Eau de CumPig. One guy got out a couple of floors on, but the second guy stayed in with me and faced me. “So in smells like you’ve had some fun today.” He was sexy and handsome with a rough edge - every bit the type of guy you might see in a Treasure Island Media film. I felt my face flush and I had no clue what to say to him. I had always kept my sex completely separated from the outside world and now I felt like I was wearing a big neon sign above my head that said, ‘AIDS CUMDUMP WHORE HERE!’ with a big flashing arrow pointing down at me. “And the pig blushes,” he laughed at me and then took steps closer. “Giving or taking?” he asked close to my face. Clearly this guy wasn’t shy about it, so why the fuck should I be? I suddenly felt empowered and more confident. “Taking,” I replied solidly. “How many?” he asked simply. “Thirteen.” “Did you ask status or does it matter to you?” “They were all high viral or AIDS loads.” His eyebrows shot up and he looked both surprised and fascinated. “And you are . . .” “Was negative . . . at the time,” I admitted. Suddenly he pinned me up against the elevator wall, his breath so hot against my face, and his impressive bulge digging into my abdomen. “Not any more, I would imagine. Fucking pig,” he growled, and then reached over and hit another button on the panel. “You’re coming with me for a little detour,” he added with a crooked smile. I felt a moment of panic -I was basically being abducted. But then I also noticed how my own dick was throbbing in my pants. Obviously it wasn’t that big a deal to me. So I didn’t bother to fight him when he pulled me out on the twenty-first floor and dragged me down a couple of doors and knocked. A cute guy in a nurse's uniform answered the door, giving us a slight smile. “Is he awake?” my abductor asked. “Yeah, he seems in good spirits today,” the nurse replied. “Why don’t you go out for a walk,” my abductor told him. “We need a few minutes alone.” The nurse looked me up and down. Apparently that damned neon sign was back. But he didn’t seem to mind, simply grabbing a set of keys and heading down towards the elevator while we went inside. He led me to the bedroom, which was dark with the curtains closed. It had that smell from being closed up. And something else? The smell one encounters at hospitals. Where there are sick people. The man who lay in the bed was even more frail than the first guy who had bred me today. They exchanged a few pleasantries, and in the process I learned my abductor's name was David, and that of the sick man was Stu. Gesturing at me, David remarked “This pig has just been getting loaded up by some pretty sick guys. I thought you might like to fill him up. I know what a big load you shoot.” The sick man smiled. “Sure, it might be my last,” he said. Immediately the sheet covering him began to tent. “Climb on, might as well make one final donation and leave some more of my DNA behind.” David gave my ass a swat and I took off my shoes and pants. I climbed up and straddled the small man in the bed, careful to not put my full weight down on his frail looking pelvis. David was behind me and slipped the butt plug gently out of my hole so that I could clamp up and not lose any of the previous loads. David then guided Stu’s hard cock into my hole. Unlike his skeletal body his dick was thick and meaty. He went in very easily and once again my ass felt amazing. I rode him at a decent pace, taking him all the way in and then sliding up until he almost popped out, and then all the way back down. Instead of feeling scared or disgusted with myself for letting such a sick guy dump his cum into me, I felt a sense of pride. The smile and look of bliss on his face told me that I might be giving this man his final pleasure in life. Doesn’t every dying man want one last fuck? He gasped, yelled, and shuddered under me as he suddenly exploded in my ass. I couldn't believe it. With all of the cum already lining my insides, I could actually feel him firing off in my ass. Not just the throbbing of his dick, but it really felt like a hose spraying me inside. It was powerful, and one of the greatest things I have ever felt in my entire life. When he was done, I gently leaned forward, allowing his softening cock to slide out of my sloppy hole, and gave him a gentle kiss, and as I did so, to my surprise I felt David enter me from behind. I hadn’t even felt him climb up onto the bed. He pounded me hard and deep. With one hand holding my right hip, he held me down with his left, so I had no choice but to continue exchanging sloppy wet tongue kisses with the dying Stu. David fucked me so hard that some of the cum was working it’s way out of my hole and getting my ass all wet. I really felt possessive of those loads and didn’t want to lose any of it, but I guess my hole had to make room for his huge dick. At this point I was so loose I really couldn’t tell just how big he was, but it felt big enough for me to still feel it. “Aaahhh, take it, you’re going to take my poz cum you fucking slut!” he barked at me. “You want my seed too, you pig? You want it?” “Knock me up!” I commanded as I returned to kissing Stu. No longer having to hold me down, David gripped my hips hard and slammed me so hard I couldn’t help but grunt with every thrust. The sound of sex combined with the sloppy wet smacking of his hips against my cum wet butt, rippling with every impact,. “You’re getting pregnant today, you fucking whore!” he yelled, pulling me entirely onto him one last time, and then, “Here it is! Take my toxic seed. Fuck yeah!” as his balls emptied into me. He panted and came for what felt like over a minute, his dick pulsing up inside of me the entire time. David stuck the butt plug back in my hole, we dressed and left Stu just in time for the nurse to return. I noticed him laughing as we walked away. When we got to the elevators I checked my reflection and saw that my entire ass was sopping wet through my pants and you could even see the base of the plug sticking out of my hole. David and I exchanged apartment numbers as well as telephone numbers, if anything so he could keep track of my progress, but he also said that he had other full blown friends who might also enjoy using me. He got off the elevator on the next floor, and my floor was two floors higher. I lay down in my apartment, not even bothering to remove my nasty clothes, and contemplated my day. I couldn’t believe how depraved I had become. As I replayed everything in my mind and it was clear to me that even though my brain told me to never do it again, my body was already telling me to do it again. I opened my pants and began pumping my steel hard dick. That alone told me I had enjoyed it all. With the other hand I reached down and began playing with the plug in my ass, working it in and out while I stroked. When I knew I was going to cum I jammed the plug back in hard and screamed out loud as I began the most powerful orgasm of my life. The shots of cum actually reached my gasping mouth! I couldn’t help but think that that could possibly be my last negative load to come out of my balls. That thought alone kept me shooting, and even when I was done my dick did not soften. Now I had 15 loads of strangers' poison cum in my ass, my own cum on my chest, neck, and face, and a good sized mouthful of cum, too. I licked up every drop that I could, rolling it over my tongue to enjoy the taste and that special feel that cum has, before reluctantly swallowing it. My mind was spinning . . . I still needed MORE!

been bred by homeless guys, guys in wheelchairs, guys in their 70s and 80s and obese smelly guys and find the feeling incredible! The nastier the top the more used i feel. i think its better than just being an anon slut on all fours or bent over something just taking loads from guys you never see.

A true cumdump bitch is only interested in getting cock and sperm in his pussy. He couldn't care less who the cock is attached too. His pussy needs blind him.

HOW LOW WILL I GO? (A Fiction/Fantasy Story) Chasing started as a natural progression once I began taking loads bare. Something inside of me just hungered. For cum. More and more cum. And then not just any cum but viral loads. After months of taking every load I could get up my ass, including several HVL’s from HIV poz fuckers, I got my last test results -still negative. What does it take? How far am I will to go to get what my body needs to satisfy this craving? How low will I go? I was walking home from work one day and passed a guy, much smaller stature than me. At first I just thought he was a little guy. But when I glanced at him just as he passed, I noticed that he wasn’t a small guy. He was wasting. This was the first time I had actually seen a man with FULL BLOWN AIDS in person -naïve, I know. The thought of it had always terrified me until I began chasing. Now, taking one look at him . . . something happened. Without even thinking about it, I found myself following him another block to a black door in between two businesses. I knew there was a sort of hidden bathhouse somewhere around here, but had never had the nerve to check into it. I had always heard that the most hardcore and nasty types of guys went there. And every disease available was floating around from guy to guy in that place. The stuff of nightmares for the younger me. Now? It was the stuff that was making my dick swell in my pants and my ass involuntarily yawn open. I need something in me now! I followed the wasting man down the dark stairs towards the glow of a room opening at the bottom, filled with the sounds of pulsing music and the grunts and groans of pure animal man sex. After he payed his entrance feel, he glanced over his shoulder and saw me. I don’t think he’d been aware of me following him, but his eyes showed some recognition when they locked on mine. “Did you turn around and follow me down here?” he asked, his voice surprisingly deep, raspy and sexy. The desk clerk took my money and went back to playing on his phone, not caring what we did from that point on. “I, uh, yeah, I guess I did,” I admitted. I followed him to the changing area and stowed my clothes, while we continued to talk. “Why?” he asked me. It wasn’t a suspicious question. He seemed sort of playful at the thought that I, normal looking, ‘regular’, healthy guy, would follow him into a seedy bathhouse. I decided to just bite the bullet and be brutally honest. Nothing to lose, right? “Well, to be honest, the first thing that went through my mind when I walked passed you and really saw you was ‘sex’. Now.” He laughed, but not at me. “You really want to have sex with me? Do you have any idea what is coursing through my blood right now?” I swallowed over my dry throat and looked him in the eyes. “Yes, I do.” “And you still want me to fuck you?” The giant bulge in his jock told me that he wanted to fuck me, too. “Yes.” “You realize that I will only fuck you bare. And I will not pull out. You will get all of my toxic AIDS seed in you. Is that really what you want?” “Fuck yes,” I growled. He smiled a very devilish smile and yanked me by the hand to follow him through a couple of doorways into another dark space. I could hear sex happening everywhere around us, and it only made me crave it so much more. In fact, it wasn't just the sounds. It was the smells. That intoxicating blend of sweat and cum that has always worked better than a bottle of poppers for me. My stomach was a jumble of nerves, and I was both scared and excited at the same time. I knew that I was crossing a line that I couldn’t uncross. But logic had flown right out the window and I was just doing what an animal does, following my hunger. After a few minutes in that room my eyes adjusted to the dark. I could see a few different pairs, in the midst of their sucking and fucking, lost in their own worlds of depravity. Suddenly I felt his fingers at my hole, testing to see how tight or loose I was. It was going to be a tight fit no matter what given the bat he had swinging between his legs. It looked almost wrong -such a tiny body with such a huge cock. I suppose if he was at a healthy weight it might not have looked so extreme. But it was his wasted look that had gotten my attention, anyway, so I didn’t care. He pushed me down onto a small padded bench, giving him a better height and access to my opening. I heard him pumping his dick to full mast with a lubed hand, and then he started pressing into me. I knew that this was not going to be slow or gentle, and he just kept pushing, forcing my hole to open and take him into me. He just kept pushing and pushing, and I swear that I could feel my inner lining splitting a little. That little thought and realization made my heart thump wildly in my chest. Am I really doing this? He made me bleed, I’m sure. There is no escaping his bugs now. The force and heat in my ass naturally took over, and I found myself shoving myself back hard onto his huge cock. “Fuck yeah, take it!” he yelled, slapping my ass hard. He stopped only for one second when I felt his bony hips flush against my round ass cheeks. And then he yanked himself back, almost all the way out, and the drove back into me. HARD. I couldn’t help but grunt and growl. I was giving into the animal, I might as well sound like one, too. There was nothing fancy going on, no switching positions or breaks. He just stood there and pounded my pighole over and over, for at least fifteen or twenty minutes. I was impressed with his stamina, not knowing what to expect with his frail looking condition. As his fucking got even harder and deeper, it felt like his cock was growing even bigger inside of me. And I knew that he was getting close to cumming. This is it, am I really going to let him cum in me? I could pull off right before, it’s not too late. He started growling, and then spoke for the first time since he’d penetrated me. “I’m getting close buddy. There’s no backing out now . . . you’re going to get my load.” Oh, fuck, I forgot that he made it clear he would not be pulling out. The tingling in my stomach met with the fire in my groin and ass and I knew there was no need to deny it. “Fucking give it to me!” I yelled, surprising myself at how loud I’d been. “Knock me up!” “You want it? You want my AIDS?” he asked. “I’m going to pump you full of my toxic seed. Fucking knock you up with my AIDS babies.” “You got a neg ass there?” I heard one of the other guys ask. “Yup,” my fucker replied. Getting as loud and vocal as we’d gotten, I shouldn’t have been surprised that we attracted an audience. And they had all stopped their own messing around to watch me get impregnated. Knowing all eyes were on me taking this stranger’s dirty seed seemed to make something snap inside of me and I felt like a true cumwhore. Now all of the guys were yelling at us, at him, to get me pregnant, to trash my hole, to pound me and rip me up. And I was really getting into it, shoving back hard to feel every inch of him in me. My hole felt gaping, sloppy and wet, slick with my own ass juices, his natural lube and my blood. Finally he growled through clenched teeth, gripped my hips so hard it hurt as he impaled me balls deep as he emptied his balls into me. “That’s it, take it you fucking whore,” he finally panted as his cock began to soften after a few minutes. I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled. He smiled back and said, "You must be a fucking whore to follow a guy you don't know, who is full of AIDS, and beg him to breed you." He slapped my ass one last time and let his cock fall from my hole. So there I was, naked, on my hands and knees on a little padded bench, in a room filled with strangers, panting and covered in sweat, with a butt full of toxic high viral cum from a FULL BLOWN AIDS fucker. And I felt happy. And I wanted more . . .

What follows is true. This happened about 3 weeks ago (November 2014). Enjoy. I did. I am 22, 5'7, 120 pounds. I am bisexual, but only in the sense that two or three times a year I find myself craving cock enough to "go through with it." My first hookup was when I was several years earlier. I connected with a 30 year old guy through gay.com. We got together and he ruined me in his car. From that point on it was only a matter of time, I guess. I have long been a member of A4A, and until recently I thought that was the only place to look for dirty minded 40+ top daddies, who are, to be honest, my top interest. I like being treated like a boy slut by men old enough to be my father. I had met a few here and there, enough to learn how to properly shave my entire body, to fast for two days before sex, how to clean myself out perfectly. I even managed to find a 65 year old who lived a few miles from me and became, until recently, a regular fuck buddy, but a few weeks ago, after reading a story on breeding.zone, I decided to give BBRT a try. At first I wasn't sure if I should really put myself out as it seemed as if most of the guys were poz, but then the flood of older men in my area wanting to push their bare cocks into me kept me coming back. One guy in particular caught my attention, and led to the story that follows. Again, I have made no embellishments. This is true. We exchanged messages for a couple weeks. He was 50 whereas I was 22. I'm certain looking back that I must have been a cut of fresh meat on BBRT - skinny smooth twinks who love older tops, bareback sex, anonymous connections, glory holes, groups, and, what I now know caught his attention, stealth role-play. While I am by no means a bugchaser as the word 'stealth' might lead you to believe, I do go absolutely wild when I imagine a total stranger filming me as I take his condom covered cock up up my ass, only to have him take it off and 'force' me down and pump his cum deep in my ass while I beg him not to. My second fantasy is to meet a total stranger who has, without my knowledge, posted an ad online for anonymous tops to come fuck 'his boy'. Finally, I get off on the idea of being filmed doing any and all these things. I told him all this. I didn't know it at the time, but I as I wrote to him I was writing my own story. I had planned the hookup for weeks, even before I met him. I knew what I wanted and I knew I would find it. The only question was 'Who did I think could get me closest to making my fantasies come true?' This guy, however, fit the bill perfectly. He wrote me as if from his first message I was his boy, showing me photographs of another twenty-something year old guy for whom he had arranged a bareback gang bang. He also had a studio-quality video camera and also mentioned a small 'dungeon' in his basement, but it seemed as if he wanted to keep it for a surprise as he didn't provide any photographs. He did, however, show me his perfect seven inch cock. Had he been any bigger I might not have gone through with it as I've been fucked enough times to know that I can't handle much more than a seven inch dick. The rest of the package was equally appealing: he was a leather daddy type, not quite a biker but bald with a goatee, slightly stocky sporting a shaved cock and balls. I get off on that. He offered to host a week in advance, which made it the following Friday, instructing me to show up at 8:00 PM. He also told me to do exactly as he said, and in exchange for which he would "Make your wildest fantasies come true." I remember when he first said those words I made sure to tell him that if he ever did invite total strangers to use me, they would have to use condoms. He could fuck me bare, and I would take his load anywhere he wanted to put it, but I was clear headed at the time and drew a line between fantasy and reality. I don't remember exactly what he said but whatever it was, it worked. Now let me preface this by saying I would never list "party" in a hookup ad because of what I think it implies. There are too many people who are hardcore into things like tina for me to feel comfortable with associating myself with that group. However, on this particular occasion I had procured a healthy amount of molly from a friend, and had every intention of rolling my way through the best raw fucking of my life. I took two points before I got in the shower, and an hour later, as I was finishing up, I started to realize just how much fun I was about to have. I spent some time playing with my hole, making sure I was ready. I probably enema to an unhealthy extent, but it's critical to me that I am as clean on the inside as a human being can be. Finally finished, and pushing those last minute jitters out of my mind, I ate two more points, tucked six more into my sock, and hopped into the car. His house was in the suburbs of Denver, not too far but remote enough that no one would care what went on there. He opened the door and pulled me inside by the back of my neck. He was smoking a cigar. I was trembling uncontrollably. The molly had set in and I knew in a matter of minutes I would be doing some of the dirtiest things imaginable. "Good boy" he said, as he lead me down a dark staircase into a room flooded with red light. What I saw was entirely new to me. I have never been to a bathhouse or sex club, but after spending a night in this man's basement, maybe that isn't true. The room was about 20x20. Carpeted. The first thing that caught my eye was a large camera on a tripod in the corner. I had never seen a camera that large before. In the center of the room was a very nice king size bed. Other than two side tables that I'm sure were only there to hold the lube, condoms, and handcuffs I saw, the room was empty, but felt complete. This place was made for forbidden sex. "Strip," he ordered as he left me in the center of the room, returning to the tripod. I obeyed as he asked "What are you going to do tonight?" "Anything you tell me to." "Anything?" I hesitated for a moment, still unsure of what I had gotten myself into. "Yes." Just as I finished taking off the last of my clothes, he pulled out his phone with a devious looking grin, took a photo of me, and sent what was either a lengthy text message or many short ones. [Master filming his boy take loads in private dungeon NOW] My little boy needs cum from total strangers. Perfect hole. Send face and cock for daddy. PLAY ALONG.

I think if you are barebacking then cum should go in you.

I agree with what others have said. if you let a guy stick his bare cock in your ass, you are giving him full permission to cum inside you and you should not be shocked or surprised when he does. It is expected that he will cum inside and i would be surprised if he didn't.

[PART 2] After our break he let himself fall backwards into the sling i had put up. I fastened his ankle-restraints gave him the poppers bottle. I told him that i was going to lube his hole using a big syringe with a tube connected to the end which i put inside his ass. 'It's going to burn a bit, but this is normal. Just give it a few minutes and you will be relaxed' i told him. He didn't know that i laced the lube with Tina. He moaned while filling up his ass with the 'T' lube. When pulling out the tube i told him to relax and let the lube do it's magical work. After a few minutes i could see that the Tina was taking over. He asked me what was happening to him, so i answered by telling him that i mixed the lube with one of the hottest drug ever made. He registered what i was saying, but he was enjoying it too much to care. I started fingering his asshole and could feel it opening up wide. Before i knew it i had 4 fingers inside. ‘Please, fuck me already. I want your cock deep in me/‘ he begged. I answered him by telling that i will only fuck him if i may blow my load deep inside him. ‘I want to fill you up and breed you’ i said. I knew that nobody can resist the urges when they have ’T’ running through their bloodstream. So when he said that he wanted me to breed him, i was not surprised. I put the head of my fat cock at his sphincter and rammed my hard dick deep inside him. He screamed, but after a 10 seconds the pain changed into pure pleasure. His body started to relax and that was my cue to start fucking him. i was making long strokes and with every stroke i picked up the pace. My cock started to ooze pre-cum and every time when i felt that i had to cum i stopped fucking. It was hard to fight against the cum coming out, Sometimes i could feel some cum slipping through. When the feeling subsided i resumes piston fucking his ass. With all the pre-cum and cum his ass started to foam. After 25 minutes of fucking and hearing him moaning louder, i knew that he was ready to receive my gift. ‘I want you to put your hands on my chest and start twist my nipples’ i ordered him. When someone plays with my body produces more sperm and let me cum harder and longer. While he was playing with my nipples i intensified my stroke, so i was fucking him as hard as i can. ‘I want you to beg. I want to hear that you want my DNA mixed with yours’ i said to him. ‘Please! Please! Give me your cum. I want to feel it deep in my ass. Breed me. I want to feel it oozing out my ass after your done.’ he replied. i can feel the pressure in my body growing until i can’t keep it in. With a roar i push my dick deep inside him and my seed start filling him with something that seemed like non-stop stream of cum. His body started to twitch and i heard him saying that he could feel my cum flowing deep in his ass. ‘Yeah! i not only bred your ass, i also pozzed your ass.’ i said with a big smile. You could see him think about what i said, but within seconds Tina took over and made him say ‘My pozzed ass is yours!’. While pulling my cock out of his cum dripping ass the doorbell rang. I had know clue who that could be, so i put on sweatpants and went to open the door. I was suprised to see the hot twink i intended to date. ‘Can i come in? I’m sorry i didn’t call, but my phone stopped working. I had your address written down, so i took a bus from the train station to get here.’ he said. I answered him that i was not alone anymore, but that he was welcome to join us. He walked right by me and started to undress, when he was naked he asked me to lead him to the playroom because he had some catching up to do. So i brought him to the room where the other twink was still lying in the sling with cum dripping out his ass. Before i could say anything to our new guest he started rimming the dripping asshole and eating out the cum. When his mouth was filled he stood up walked to the other side of the sling and started to kiss the chemmed up kid before starting swapping cum with him. I saw there two hot twinks and knew that this night is going to get a lot hotter and i started planning how i could convert the new boy into a poz slut like the first one [To be continued]

All I want is a hard cock I dont care who its attached too ! I am a hole for all hard cocks n loads of course if the cock is big n thick so much the better

Part 3 I tried to break free, I was strong, but he was stronger. As thoughts rushed through my head about what he was going to do to me, my mind jumped back to myself jacking off to countless stealth and pozzing stories. Who the fuck was I kidding? I had fantasized about this scenario as much as I had about a PA. The adrenaline pump got stronger. I turned around and looked at Full Thick Beard. He was grinning. “I knew you were a fucking chaser. I’m going to put my DNA deep inside you” I grinned too. With his weight on me, and while I was still on the floor, on that filthy, sticky floor, he pulled my shoulders towards him and impaled my hole on his hard cock. HOLY FUCK. I had never been in so much pain. I could feel the PA tearing up my insides. I couldn’t see it, but I knew I was bleeding. How could he tear through with so much cum in me already? Who cares, I was in pig heaven. Wrapping his arms tightly around my chest, he pulled out all the way, and thrust back in, teasing my hole with the PA metal, over and over. “Yeah, you like it rough, don’t ya Cowboy?” I nodded as I moved my ass around, feeling the PA rip my insides even more. “Are you ready for my toxic seed Cowboy??” I nodded. “Tell me you want it. Beg me to knock you up with my charged babies, fucker” I begged. I pleaded for his DNA to enter my blood and stay with me for the rest of my life. He grabbed my hat, still on the floor, and put it under my cock. He pulled me closer as he thrust his PA Dick deep inside me. I felt it twitch. I heard him grunt. I felt his throbbing cock blasting cum inside me as the previous loads were leaking out of my hole. My hole was overflowing, the anonymous spunk was being replaced with the toxic product of all my fantasies. My body and mind were in ecstasy. I grabbed my Cowboy Hat and put it under my dick as I was blowing my largest load ever into it. I had never cum so hard. I had never cum like this without touching myself. My ass twitched, and I milked every single drop of toxic seed from PA Dick. As he continued to shudder, I knew his charged load was gushing out over the metal with every grunt. He pulled out, flipped me around and fed me PA Dick. I could taste the cumpilation of loads, the sweat from our bodies, and the blood from my insides. I could also feel that sting from earlier. I touched it. It wasn’t smooth metal, it had spikes on it. Once I cleaned him up, he put his toxic tool back into his jeans and told me to stand up. He picked up my hat and handed it to me “Better hang on to this hat Cowboy, it has your last clean load”. He then put his hand in his pocket and took out a piece of paper and a PA Ring, just like his, with the spikes on it. “Call my guy, he’ll get that special PA on your cock so you can spread my strain with your toxic loads” I walked out of the store full of cum, my heart still racing, my cock still throbbing in my Wranglers, wearing what I knew was the last non-toxic DNA I was ever going to shoot. I couldn’t wait for the flu.

The way I look at it they may get rejected a lot so they are going to appreciate your hole. Just think about their cock and cum in you and relax and enjoy the fuck. I became a real whore when I changed my attitude about looks. Please your self and take all cocks!

Yes i did and i took poz loads

This is not a true story, only my fantasy. Not yet a true story at least. I wanted to take a short holiday and decided to check out Misterb&b.com for a nice location. There I saw someone offer a nice room for a cheap price so I booked myself to stay there, with the expectation I would arrive on Friday evening. On the evening of the scheduled day I arrived at the B&B. The front door was opened by a big guy opened the door and greeted me with a big smile, giving every impression he was truly looking forward to having me as a guest. Enthusiastically he showed me around the house and showed me the guest bedroom and, as I was very tired, I decided to call it a night early. A few hours later, somewhere midnight, my host awoke me, telling me he had a nice welcome surprise for me. He led me towards the living room, where I could see several muscular guys waiting naked. As I was standing there, I could feel big strong arms wrap around me, immobilizing me. Then the other guys gathered around me and started touching and stroking me. I did not know whether to panic or to enjoy it, so I let it happen. I became like putty in their hands as they guided me to the mattress in the middle of the room. They pushed me down and spread my legs so they would have good access to my tight ass. Then one of them started rimming me and I could do nothing more than to squirm beneath him like a little slut. After a short while he decided I was ready. He lubed up my hole and pressed his dick against it. I tried checking for a condom, but did not feel any. I got into a panic and tried to ask about it, but one of the other guys shushed me by kissing me forcefully. "We want to give you a hot welcome, don't worry," one of the others said, while the first guy was slowly fucking me. It hurt but he gave no time to adjust, even as I tried to complain about it. He sped up and suddenly I could feel him cum inside me. It felt so good. The only thing I could do was to beg for more. And more I got, as the next one was already pressing his dick against my hole. This continued until cum was dripping out my hole and my ass was burning from all the dicks that had fucked me. They gave me some time to recover before turning me on my back for a second round as the first guy was again hard and horny. The night was long and became one blur of being fucked over and over, regardless whether I wanted or not, but as the night went, I became more and more a slut for these guys that wanted to use me hard and long.

My buddy and I (let's call him Scott) have had some pretty wild adventures over our 8 years of friendship. I have a partner of 10 years and Scott is single. The three of us do quite a bit together - dinner, movies, concerts, etc. Sometimes when Scott and I are alone we like to take it to a bit of a dark side. We were at a pool party once and a little tipsy and both had to piss. We end up in the same bathroom and pissing over the same toilet. He was enamored with my pecker and I was with his, too. We drained each other and returned to the pool party a few minutes tardy and two loads lighter. One night after he swallowed a load of cum out of my 8 inch dick we got to talking about drugs and party drugs. We'd done ecstasy, cocaine and GHB together on various dance floors across the world - always a nice euphoric escape from reality. Scott asked if I'd ever tried Tina. I hadn't. I'd heard the horror stories and always just steered clear of it. Scott told me that he'd been doing it off and on for the past couple of months and having some intense and mind-blowing sex. Hot! Scott's a muscle power bottom. 5'9" 180 blond, well built fucker with an AMAZING bubble butt. His other hole is equally amazing. I don't know how he does it but he sucks the hell out of a cock. Out of curiosity I asked if he had anyTina but he didn't. I was intrigued and aroused and he could tell. If I were ever to try it it would have to be with Scott. I had a bulge in my pants and his cock started to plump up, too. We decided to head out to a sex club spot with some open play spaces and glory holes -- he loves to suck cock and it turns me on to watch it.....and he lets out these little whimpers when he gets a spurt of pre-cum on his tongue. And moans louder when it's feeding time. And on the flip side, to hear the top grunt through the wall as he's emptying his nuts down Scott's throat. Really fucking hot. So we arrive and it's not very busy but there are a few hot guys. We make a few laps and end up in a dark corner, enter a stall and wait patiently. One of the hot studs had eyed us immediately and headed in our direction but he took a different path so we weren't sure who might open up that door. Heard the door creak and like Pavlov's dog, Scott dropped to his knees in front of the glory hole. It wasn't our stud, but it was a decent looking guy. Part of the fun is to wait for the cock pull out to see what you're working with. This cock was a beauty. Milky white with thick veins, uncut. Scott went to work and I dropped my pants, too. Too fucking turned on not to jack my cock. Our neighbor offered some poppers and we all sniffed hard and took off to outer space. It didn't take long for our neighbor to bust his nut. Scott's moans alerted me that the cum reward was on its way. He loved loads. And he loved standing up and kissing me with a freshly deposited load in his mouth. It's really fucking hot to smell it on his lips, his breath and TASTE another man's DNA while we kiss. We love to share hot stranger's cum with each other. Our neighbor zipped up and left and we decided to take another lap. It had gotten a bit more crowded and Scott recognized someone and hurriedly whisked around the corner. I assumed it was an old trick. It was - but it was one of the guys he's been smoking tina with and marathon fucking. I couldn't tell if he wanted to leave, if he was embarrassed, if he didn't want them to see me or me to see them. Finally, I bursted out do you think he has any tina? At that exact moment, Tate came around the corner and immediately noticed Scott. They hugged/kissed and chuckled a bit about seeing each other there. Scott then introduced me to Tate. Tate is a beast specimen of a man. Gorgeous milk chocolate skin and a smooth demeanor. Without skipping a beat he whispers to Scott asking if he wanted to party. Scott said DEFINITELY, but can my friend join, too? He motioned us back down a series of halls and ultimately led to a large door. I wasn't sure if it was part of the establishment or a security door for emergency. It was a small warehouse like room for storage more than likely. Once the door shut behind us it was pitch black. And eerily quiet.... I could hear our new friend fumbling in his pockets and the next thing I hear is the flicker of a lighter. He's got a glass pipe in his hand a lighter underneath and after a few seconds he lifts the pipe to his mouth to inhale the thick white smoke circling in the little glass bowl. Scott's already on his knees with black cock in his mouth and goddamn is it a big black cock. Tate offered me the pipe but I told him I didn't really know what to do. He kept the lighter under for me and coached me through it. I took my first hit and almost immediately felt a little tingly and warm. He made me hit it again as Scott was deep throating his monster cock. I have to admit that I loved the way the smoke was making me feel. It was Scott's turn to hit the pipe and I was enthralled with it. Hearing the flicker of the lighter.....the thick white clouds swirling the bowl and ultimately being inhaled for some inhibition altering bareback fucking. Scott was taking another hit so I dropped to my knees to get a taste of my new buddy. His dick was huge and dripping pre-cum. I cupped his balls with my hands and savored sucking his piece. Scott was loving the pipe and hitting it again and our buddy did that always hot, tell-tale sign from a top. He started maneuvering his hand back to Scott's muscle ass. He wanted that hot ass and Scott definitely wanted that black meat. Before long, Scott's pants were down at his ankles and he was bent over ready to take it. Another pipe hit and a few gobs of spit was all it took and they were barebacking with a frenzy. I couldn't see everything but I could definitely hear the fucking. The moans....the skin smacking against skin. The filthy talk between the two of them about where to shoot the load. It was very hot. Scott started squeezing his muscle hole around that big dick and it didn't take more than 30 seconds or so for him to unload. The cock reluctantly flopped out of Scott's hole and he immediately swung around to clean the cock and get every last dribble of cum. It was all incredibly hot. But I realized that after smoking some, my hole was hungry and absolutely on fire..... (Part 2 if interest)

I just came from the bathhouse in Philly. I saw that a porn star (no names) was here this week. I have never been with a pro before but when I saw who it was I had to do it. I met him at the front door, paid his entrance fee and then paid him as soon as I got to my room. In no time I striped and so did he. Incredible hot toned body and huge cock. I sucked him and he spun me around and shoved his cock in me raw. Before meeting I asked if he was poz and he said he was. I told him that I got off on poz talk when being fucked. So he is pounding away in me, door to room was open because i love an audience when I am getting fucked. He is loudly saying how he is going to breed me with his poz charged load. Guys in the hall were jerking off. A hot guy from the hallway came in and I was double fucked. Then we moved up to the sling and he pounded away in me. When he came in me he grunted then yelled that I was getting his dirty seed and DNA. He shot a huge load in me. We went back to my room and I sucked him and he fucked me some more. Then he fisted me, loosening me up and getting to the point of punch fisting me and double fisting. Then we opened the door again and I sucked him. He said he was ready to cum again so he told me to turn around and take more of his charged seed. Nice cum load again, it was dripping down my legs. Very hot. I expected him to be aloof and not into an older guy like me but he said I had a great ass and loved fucking me. Really nice guy. I would hookup with him again if he comes back (he lives in San Francisco). I will remember that time at the bathhouse forever.

Only cock and cum count for me. I take loads from not so attractive guys as well. I got fucked by old guys, fat guys, disabled guys before and would take it again. Who cares? I am born to get used by men.

I agree. Hope There's loT's of breeding and corrupTing ahead!!

fuck yeah! hope there's still more hot poz cheating on the way!!

Agree with others. Unless you tell the guy up front that you don't want him to cum inside you given him implied consent to cum wherever he wants. Guys who don't want to be filled with cum should say so before oral sex and/or make him wrap it before he taps it for anal sex. Bottoms shouldn't bareback unless they are willing to be a cumdump for his pleasure.

By: david-sf http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Breeding-Todd-29149831 Breeding Todd Probably my favorite past time is dumping loads in my sexy fucking whore boyfriend Todd. His ass is what a true raw bottom should be like. OINK! this is us 9-24 th in our hotel room at Folsom Street Fair weekend. more to cum

PART 10 – DALTON THE SLAMPIG I pulled the plunger back, and Dalton’s rig turned deep crimson. “I’m getting a register,” I explained. “When the rig goes red like that, you know the needle is right where it belongs—in your bloodstream. OK, buddy: are you ready for this?” “No,” he said with a quiet whimper. “Too fuckin’ bad. I’m gonna push this payload into your vein now, buddy—tell me if it stings, OK?” I love the ritual of slamming: plunging the meth into the vein, sliding the needle out, unstrapping the bicep, and running my tongue across the injection site. Dalton’s first slam was small—just a 0.2—but he still coughed, and his chest heaved as each dark wave of slam-hunger swept over him. I immediately buried my face in his fuckhole, spreading his jockbutt and pushing my tongue as deep as I could, feeling the heat of the slam as it radiated through his insides. “Jesus. Fuck.” He said between deep, heaving breaths. “What the fuck. Are you doing.” I pulled my face away from his pulsing hole just long enough to reply. “I’m eating this hungry little pussy, that’s what.” “It’s. Fucking. Weird. I don’t. Like it.” “Yeah? Then what’s happening here?” I took a break from eating his hole to grab his cock and give it a little shake, sending beads of precum in every direction. I scooped up as much of that jizz as I could, mixing it with a handful of our Tina-laced lube and pushing three of my slicked-up fingers into his hole. He made no effort to resist this time: his guttural moans, loud and unapologetic, kept time with each thrust of my fingers. Then, without warning, I pulled out, and he practically squealed from the sudden emptiness in his fuckhole. I was leaning over him, staring down into his eyes, and he looked back at me in quiet desperation. “Do you want something, buddy?” I asked, letting the tips of my fingers brush against his slammed-up cunt. “I can’t read your mind, slampig. Tell me what you want.” “I want—um—“ “Tell me what you want, slampig.” “I, um, want your fingers.” “You do?” “Yes. Please.” “OK, but you need to do something for me first.” “Tell me. Please.” “Repeat after me: ‘I’m a hungry fucking faggot.’” “Um—“ “Say it, faggot.” “Dude. No.” “No?” “No. I’m not a fuckin’ faggot.” “Then no more fuckin’ fingers, buddy.” “Dude! Please!” “Then repeat after me, you fuckin’ lil' bitch: ‘I’m a hungry fucking faggot.’” “No, motherfucker. I’m not a fag.” I turned to Jesse. “OK, we need to step this up a few notches. You have that second slam?” He nodded, then flashed an evil grin. “This one’s…a little bigger. Can I administer this time?” “Fuck yeah,” I replied. “I’ll just keep teasing this faggot’s cunt while you plunge some more meth into his vein.” Jesse went right to work. He tied the strap to Dalton’s bicep, inserted the needle, pulled back a dark-red plume of blood, and pushed a fat 0.4 hit into Neighbor Boy’s bloodstream. This time, Dalton erupted in an extended coughing fit, his chest heaving massively as Brian played with our brand-new slampig’s rock-hard nips. “This kid’s so high he’s fuckin’ cross-eyed,” my husband said with an approving growl. Meanwhile, I began smacking the head of my raw cock against Dalton’s pulsing, spasming, slammed-up hole. “You need something in your ass, buddy?” I asked, my dick tracking a wide circle around his aching cunt. “Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Then you know what to say.” He looked at me for a moment, his eyes nothing but pitch-black pupils. I gave him a little nod. “You can do it, buddy. Tell me what you are.” "I'm—um—" "What are you?" “Dude, I’m a hungry fuckin’ faggot.” “Good boy.” “Please feed this faggot. Please.” “You want some dick in your pussy, you fuckin’ slammed-up faggot chemwhore?” “Yes I do. I want as much fuckin’ dick as I can get. Please. Fuck me. Fuck this faggot.” “Say, ‘Please, Daddy, fuck my faggot pussy.’” “Please, Daddy, please, please, please fuck my faggot pussy.” “Are you gonna be a good boy tonight?” “Yes, Daddy.” “If you’re a good boy, then you’ll earn another slam. Would you like that?” “Fuck yes, Daddy. I want to earn another slam. ” “If you're a good faggot, you’ll get everything you want, and more. I promise.” “I want to be a good faggot, Daddy.” “You already are, boy.” And with that, I shoved my poz dick into the warmth and hunger of Dalton’s slammed-up hole.

http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Fucking-3-at-once-29128051 FUCKING 3 AT ONCE! *4 guys HARD Fucking!* 2 new fans of my X tube page (in Toledo). Group fucking, a first for me. It was pretty cool. Check out me fucking a guy thats fucking a guy! a first for me and them so it was pretty cool. I edit out some faces of the ones that don't want to be seen here in Toledo. Multiple angle and perspectives... some out of sequence but I'm super tired and this was a lot to edit 3 hours worth of vids to under an hour. Watch the passion in the black bottoms feet as i fuck.

In darkrooms pretty guys could be ugly for all I know, or ugly guys could be pretty. I've most likely been fucked (or have fucked) in darkrooms many times by guys I wouldn't even look at in daylight.

I like to be plugged when out running errands.. going for drives.. over to suck a guy or guys off.. .and have even been pluged all day at work a few times with a rather large plug. Love the feeling of my hole being full and kept stretched open all day. I use petrolatum based lube on silicone plugs and it tends to stay pretty slick the whole time with no dryout. Usually gets me super horned up for a nice cock or fist later on in the day or after work...

Part 2 I was disappointed, but I was on a mission for cum. Thankfully, it was a busy night, and Glistening Dick’s booth had been occupied again. I tapped the glory hole and in came a brown uncut cock. I sucked on it to get it hard, but didn’t waste my time with sucking. As much as I love cum in all places, I wanted every single drop in my ass tonight. I turned around and rammed my ass on it. Brown Uncut Cuck must have been pleasantly surprised to find himself inside a warm wet hole, because after a couple of thrusts, he was unloading in me. I’m ok with a fast cummer, more loads for me. He pulled out and left the booth, but someone else walked in right behind him and put his dick through the hole. Word must be getting around that there’s a hole taking all loads. I jumped on this new dick and rode it dry. I started getting into a nice cum groove in there. One cock would unload in me, and another one would be ready to ride on the other side of the booth. I wasted no time getting all those loads in my ass. I could hear the guys walking out whisper about the sloppy hole in that booth. I kept thinking of PA Dick and how bad I still wanted it. I had been hard and pre-cumming like crazy. I had never seen so much pre-cum ooze out of my cock. I was loving all these loads. My Cowboy Hat had been under me the whole time, and it was covered in pre-cum. I was in pig heaven, eyes closed, with a cock gliding in and out of my hole. I heard a door lock. The partition behind me started grunting and I focused on the pulsing dick in my ass. I opened my eyes and saw a silhouette by my booth door. Ooops, guess I “forgot” to lock it. My eyes adjusted and I saw Full Thick Beard standing in front of me, grinning. “Damn Cowboy. Everyone is talking about the hole in this booth. You’re a fucking cum slut” I smiled as I pulled away from the glory hole, the pulsating cock slipping out of my ass with the last spurts of cum falling outside of my hole. Damn, what a waste, but I couldn’t let PA Dick get away again. I leaned toward Full Thick Beard, my Wranglers wrapped around my boots, and got on my knees. I immediately went for his jeans and opened them up to release PA Dick again. There it was, waiting for me. I then noticed something in the dim light. A tattoo. I instantly knew what it was. I leaned back. Shit. I knew I was here for raw loads, but this one came with a warning. I wasn’t prepared for this. I got up and took a step back, tried to pull my jeans up, but they were tightly wrapped around my boots. Full Thick Beard stepped forward. “What’s the matter Cowboy, you afraid of some metal?”. I shook my head, I pointed at his tattoo and said I wasn’t ready for THAT. “You’re in luck Cowboy, my Toxic Prince always knocks holes up”. Scared, I tried to bolt around him and get to the door, but bound at my feet by my own clothing, I stumbled and fell to my knees. “What's the matter slut? You don't want one more load?” he said, as he pushed down on my shoulders and got on top of me with a weight I was not expecting. FUCK. The reality set in. I panicked. My survival instincts kicked into high gear.

There is no doubt that the bottom enjoys being bitched out and used as a cum receptacle.

I love being a slutty whore and doing the nastiest things; taking every cock, cumload, getting drenched in piss, having total strangers use my body. I embrace it, i'm not ashamed to be a slut!

nice job jungpassiv1! now go get some more poz cum

Just fucked a late 30's guy from my gym. He loses points because he's trying to pull off the lumbersexual thing with way too much beard, but he has a great ass. High and tight and furry. He's new to the gym and to the neighborhood so I didn't get the lowdown on him from any of my buddies but apparently he got a few words on me because when we found ourselves alone in the sauna he leans over to me and says "You're my kind of poison." Lol, I still dunno my status but if he thinks he's getting poz cum in his ass, I'm not gonna kill his buzz. Anyway, back at his place, he's all about poz talk and how I am gonna knock him up and give daddy my poz babies. It was pretty hot just how much he was into my dick and my cum and I was trash talking him because, you know, he really is a slutty whore. He totally got off on that and when I spit on his face. Shot in his ass telling him he was "mine now" and how I was giving him my poz jizz. Made him jerk off for me and then wiped his cum in his beard.

I understand where you're coming from but my take on it is that this is a power-play fetish - like many other fetishes and fantasies. The stereotype is that black guys have big dicks. Whether or not that's a harmful stereotype to perpetuate is up for debate but let's not kid ourselves, most of the time black guys do have cocks that are quite substantially bigger and thicker than those of a white guy of similar age/build etc. Am I wrong? When you then consider that white guys (and in particular white boys/twinks) can be seen as smaller, more innocent, maybe a bit nerdy, perhaps more feminine and weaker.... Then the fetish comes from seeing those guys owned, dominated and pushed to their limits by dominant black guys with huge cocks. Finally, when you then consider the socio-political aspect of it and take into account that for hundreds of years, black societies all across the world were dominated, humiliated and suppressed by their white counterparts and now the tables are turned (even if it is only in a scripted porn scene), people can get off on that role reversal. I've only ever been fucked by one black guy and I found all the above to be true. He was physically much more stronger and dominant than me and taking his huge cock in my hole was a real challenge for me. I definitely loved it though and am keen to take *a lot* more black cock in my ass!

Damn dude - THANK YOU for this story and for the tantalizing tidbit it is gonna get even more chem-tastic!!

Taking all loads - no questions asked :-) I prefer anon bathhouse sex rather than "hooking up". The reason is quite simple - much better chance of getting multiple loads. Most ever has been 23 one glorious Friday evening into early Saturday morning. But this is latest load so...went the local bathhouse two days ago around noon for a quickie for lunch. It had been almost two weeks since my last good pounding and I was aching to be filled. I'm sure all you other cum dumps know what I mean. I prefer getting fuck with a bit of a vodka buzz so I had about a dozen quick shots before I went. Got there around noon, got my favorite room and did my routine - a few quick hits of poppers and my favorite butt plug to loosen me up. Then I open the door and stick message ass in the air. Which, depending on the day is a hit or miss prospect (really guys..if I'm on my knees face down ass up, just walk up behind and fuck me...surprising how many times I get asked what I "want"). Lucky for me it was a "hit". My ass was only up for about 5 minutes when some nice guy decided my hole looked welcoming. Nothing was said, he just stepped up and slid in. Since I'm there to take any and all loads I'm totally okay with quick cummers. This guy only lasted about five minutes before he gave me his load. After he just pulled out and left. As soon as he left the room my next "customer" jumped right in. This guy was nice and thick and new how to fuck. He was definitely a top and let me know it, calling me a slut and q cum dump and asking how much I loved getting fucked. I was putty in his hands begging him to fuck me harder and cum deep in me. His final thrust was hard and deep and I felt him pulsing inside me. After he pulled out he grabbed my by the hair and told me to clean his cock. Since I really love ass to mouth I gladly obliged. After that there was no one willing for about half an hour so I got up and wandered around. In the backroom a guy was laying on his back waiting to be sucked so I was happy to do it. A few minutes in to my first suck of the day some nice man slid in behind and started fucking me. I FUCKING LOVE being spit - roasted! The guy came in my mouth so of course I swallowed and stood up to let him leave. The guy fuck me wrapped one arm around my neck and the other around my waist and continued my third fuck of the day. So iI don't bore you all after I took my third load I got on my knees on the bed/bench in the backroom and was fucked another 4 times. So seven awesome anon loads- I really love being a cum dump!

Only one time a guy pissed in my hole using funnel..... Oh fuck it is heaven..... that moment i like i am on drugs.... it happened over a year ago but still remember it like yesterday... the only downside is load also washed away in the burst that followed

What Goes Around, Cums Around The Beginning of the circle - part two "I hope you don't have to rush off", the man said as his fingers played with Yasser's chest hair, finding the nipple he started playing with it, rolling the hardening nub between his finger and thumb. "Damn, if you keep that up I will definitely want to fuck you again" "Hmm" came the reply as the man looked down with an enigmatic smile. They were shortly making out and soon both of their cocks were rock hard again. Yasser rolled back on top of the man "Damn I really need to fuck you again, you have the most amazing ass I have ever fucked." "Thanks, but.....well..." said the man, "lets see." And with that, the man once again flipped Yasser over onto his back and once again began an exploration of the dark boy's furry and now very sweaty body with his mouth, tongue and his fingers, as he moved his way down Yasser's torso, he kept the boy right on the edge. Yasser had thought that surely the man had discovered every pleasure center of his body last time, but the man kept finding new parts of Yasser's body and new ways of teasing them that would send shivers down to his cock, balls, and even made his ass twitch with a hitherto unknown anticipation. The man swung his body around so that he was now kneeling between Yasser's wide spread legs. Then as he finished cleaning all the cum, sweat and ass juices off of Yasser's cock, and washing his dense black bush, he looked up at Yasser "So, you want to fuck me again?" "Fuck Ya!" "Well before you can fuck me again" he said while he slid his strong hands down Yasser's hairy legs to just behind the knees "I think it is only fair that I get to fuck you, don't you?" and without waiting for a reply he quickly bent Yasser's knees up to the boy's chest. Then, spreading the legs exposing that dark furry crack. At the same time he lowered his face, and spreading the ass crack even further with his hands he inhaled deeply, Damn he loved that smell, and he dove in. Yasser, was stunned, while he had been fucked a few times, never had anyone rimmed his ass before, sure he had seen it in some of the porn movies at the book store, but it had always kind of grossed him out when he saw those scenes. But, Damn!, who knew it felt this amazing. The man was going crazy too, he loved ass, and he especially liked a nice hairy crack. He loved eating ass. And he loved fucking and breeding it. He was pulling on the those short hairs with his teeth, and nibbling on the sweet ass lips, and then fucking his tongue as deep up the boy's ass as he could. After just a few minutes, Yasser was flopping back and forth, whimpering uncontrollably and had even grabbed his own ankles, lifting his legs up further and spreading them as far as possible to give the man easier access to his ass. After a few more minutes, the man came up for air, and looked down at Yasser who was panting like he had just run a mile, "So, how about it? Want to get fucked?" "Oh, fuck,,,, please, please, please fuck me..... fuck me..." The man smiled and brought his cock head into position. He didn't bother to spit on his dick head, it was leaking enough precum as it was and the boy's ass was well opened and lubed with the spit he had been working in it with his tongue. And truth be told, he didn't want the hole too slicked up, after all he needed a bit of dry friction to do what needed to be done. But still he wanted this boy to enjoy it, he was one of the hotter guys he had hooked up with lately and he was looking forward to more than just one breeding that night. So he got just the very tip of his cock inserted in between the ass lips, then grabbed the boy by the wrists pinning him down, (not that he needed to, that boy was so fucking hungry for his dick, but he liked to use a bit of force the first time he fucked a new ass, it made his cock that much harder, plus viewing the exposed and vulnerable thick patch of black hair in the boys pits turned him on. Then, looking the boy right in the eyes, he thrust. Just one fast thrust and his entire fat uncut 8" was inside the boys ass. The boy arched his back and screamed. The man quickly muffled the boys scream by leaning down and shoving his tongue into the boys mouth as he pulled his cock most of the way out and then slammed back into the boys ass again. With each slow pull out and brutal thrust forward back into the boys ass the boy convulsed. Adding to the intensity of the fuck for Yasser was the strange taste on the man's tongue that was fucking into his mouth (he had never tasted that wonderful heady mixture of sweat, ass juice and cum before and so didn't really know what it was - only that he liked it.) Despite his arousal he continued to struggle against the assault on his ass. But the man's strong grip pinning down his wrists was too powerful. There were tears in the boy's eyes now from the brutal attack on his ass. But slowly the muffled whimpers of pleading, fear, and pain were replaced by moans with undertones of hunger, and soon they were full throated crys of pleasure. The boy started to try and push his ass up to meet each one of the man's thrusts, tried to suck the man's tongue, coated with all of those intoxicating flavors, deeper into his mouth. The man let go of the boy's wrists and Yasser's arms quickly were wrapped around the mans back holding on to him for dear life. The man pulled his tongue out of the boy's mouth and attacked his neck, biting down hard and sucking, then moving down back to the boy's arm pit, pulling on the thick hair with this teeth, then moving up and attacking the boy's shoulder with his hungry mouth, then biting on sucking on the muscle that connected the bicep to the pectoral. The boy was thrashing under the assult. There would be a whole line of bite marks, bruises and hickeys along that section of neck and shoulder. Good. He wanted to be sure and mark this boy both inside and out as his. All the while his cock continued his brutal assault on the boys ass. "Fuck me, oh god your cock feels soo good, oh damn, please fuck me,,,, fuck me hard - damn I need you to fuck me so bad..." "Oh trust me..." the mad replied, "I am going to fuck you sooo bad." Once again they were lost in the strange vortex of time, once again they sliped backwards and forward while being suspended in time simultaneously. They were lost entirely in each others body, the rest of the universe ceased to exist until finally Yasser shouted out, "Oh fuck me...Fuck Me...FUCK ME!..... Please...PLEASE, .....FUCK MEEEE!!!!!" to which the man echoed back, "take it...Take It...TAKE IT......oh, YES......FUCKING TAKE IIITTT!!!!!" and they were both engulfed by an even deeper, more volcanic orgasm than before and Yasser's ass was flooded with the man's cum. It took about a half an hour before either of them resurfaced. Yasser was the first. He woke up with his head nestled in the crook of the man's arm. He took a deep slow inhale of the dark rich musky aroma of a sweaty man after sex. Even though the blond hair was sparse in the hollow of the man's armpit, the aroma clinging to the hair was powerful. It was the first time he had ever smelled it and despite how sore and tired he was, he felt his cock twitch with each deeply arousing intake of the intoxicating aroma. Slowly, but with increasing hunger, he started licking clean the mans armpit, then the mans neck, and then down to his chest. He loved the scent of sex, and now as he went down to the man's nipple, nursing on it like a new born babe, he was discovering that he loved the taste of post sex sweat even more than he liked the taste of cum. Yasser slowly moved down the man's torso to his cock, and cleaned it off, tasting that other new favorite flavor that he had tasted first on the man's tongue. Cum mixed with sweat, and ....what he realized now was the taste of his own ass. Both of their cocks were now rock hard again, but Yasser was in his own world. The man had been awake for some time, but was enjoying the ministrations of the boys talented exploring tongue too much to interrupt him. He finally was forced to admit, with the sharp intake of breath, that he was indeed awake when Yasser's hands cupped and lifted up his ass and he felt the boy's tongue slowly enter his ass. "So you are awake?" Yasser said lifting his head out of the mans smooth hairless crack when he heard the man gasp. "Mmmmm" replied the man with half closed eyes, "But don't let me stop you." And taking the man up on his invitation he dove back in and continued to tongue fuck the man's ass. Now it was the man who was beginning to pant as if he had just run a mile when Yasser finally lifted his head out from between the man's smooth cheeks. "As I recall, it is my turn to fuck you" "Mmmm, I think that was the arrangement" replied the man, and with that Yasser got up on his knees, lifted the mans legs up onto his shoulders and sunk the full length of his cock into the man's ass in one thrust to begin another fuck. And so they spent the whole night swapping loads. Fucking, napping, waking and fucking again. As the night wore on, the fucks became slower, lacking in the hard fast aggressive primal urgency of their first fucks, but still, even though both tired and half asleep, they were compelled by some inner compulsion to go on fucking each other. Finally, near daybreak, they had to admit that neither had the energy left, or any cum left in their balls for that matter, for another fuck. When they next awoke it was almost nine AM. Yasser had classes to get to and the man had to get ready for his last morning of meetings before flying off to the next city for another round of meetings. The man sent Yasser in to shower. They both reeked of cum, spit, and sweat and Yasser could not really ride the subway home, much less arrive back in the dorm smelling like that. While the boy was in the shower, the man called room service and ordered breakfast for himself. After the boy and showered and dressed, the man helped him on with his coat and gave him a farewell kiss. Although this had gone on far longer than any of his other hook ups, and the man was still showing no signs of guilt ot nervousness, Yasser knew enough not to ask for the man's name or phone number. Or to offer his. Neither of them had introduced themselves when Yasser had first arrived and at no point during the night had either asked the other for his name. Those were the rules. Yasser may be young, but he knew, that as intense as the night had been, this was just a hook up. Just a fuck. (OK, several fucks.) It was not the begining of a friendship, much less a grand romance. So, with one last quick kiss and a "Thanks, this was fun." he left. He smiled to himself as he walked down the hall to the elevator. He would certainly remember this night for a long time, long after those marks on his neck and shoulders he had noticed in the bathroom mirror were gone. (Well it would be nice to have a little something to remember the night by, even if only a short term souvenir like those hickeys.) But the man would still just be the "man from the Four Seasons", Just as he remembered the "man from the Millennium," the "man from the Hilton", the "man from the Marriott".... Damn he was tired, he just hoped he could stay awake on the subway going back to his dorm. As he was getting on he elevator a room service waiter was getting off. The cart had a basket of sweet rolls, a pot of coffee and an ice bucket with a small split of champagne in it. Hmm, he wondered, who was celebrating what, this early on a Wednesday morning? To be continued........

#3. Jason I had managed to drift off a bit, into a liminal state between wakefulness and sleep, where my mind was able to wander and to imagine what was would happen the rest of the afternoon. I was interrupted by a light knock on the door. It shocked me back to the present reality. "Ready?" Nathan asked, but the door was still closed. "Yeah," I said. I sat up on the side of the bed, and then shakily, I stood up, ready for my next man and my next breeding. The door opened, and a tall black man stepped inside. From the light spilling in from the hallway, I could see an impressive mane of dreadlocks hanging down his back. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, and a black tank top. Even in the dim light of the bedroom, it easy to see that he was impressively muscular. "Hey," he said, as Nathan closed the door behind us. I had to look up to see his face. He had a wide smile and a bit of a goatee. He had definitely taken care of himself, but I still guessed that he was probably in his early 40s. He was starting to show his age: his goatee was dark but was flecked with bits of grey. Plus, as I looked closer, I saw that his dreads also had bits of grey. The grey only re-enforced a quiet confidence about him, he knew his place in the world and he had the strength to assert it. "Hi," I said. "I'm Jason." I felt very small next to him, almost vulnerable, especially wearing just the thin jockstrap. He smiled. "I know," he said. "I'm Eli." He took a small backpack off, and put it on the floor next to the bed. In a surprisingly smooth motion, he pulled off his tank top, flipping his dreadlocks over his shoulder and down his chest. His chest was just as muscled as his arms, and the dreads hung all the way down to just below his waistband. "Having a good afternoon?" he asked. "Yeah, I am." I said. On a dark street, I'd be trying to avoid him, but in the intimate setting of a bedroom, he seemed surprisingly calm and easy-going. "Uh, Intense, but also very fun," I said. "That's what I want to hear, white boy,” he said. He took off a watch and put it on the bed table, then kicked off his sneakers. He reached into his backpack, and pulled out a glasses case, just like Sean's earlier in the day. "You party?" he asked me. "Yeah, I do. Did some earlier today," I had a warm flush race over my body. I was already anticipating the rush of the drugs. "Good," he said. "But now it's time for us to share a bowl." He pushed down his sweatpants, exposing very tight pair of white underwear. I tried not to stare; it was literally the biggest basket I had ever seen. I wondered how I was going to be able to take it all in either my mouth or ass. Through the tight fabric, I could see a fat, long shaft seemingly wrapped around his hip. In addition, he had heavy balls that were pressed against his underwear. He pretended not to notice my stare, and sat down on the bed. He motioned for me to sit next to him. I sat down, feeling the warmth of his body so close to mine. Only then did he open the case and pull out the glass pipe with a fat bag of tina. He loaded up the bowl with the drug, carefully measuring out far more than I thought we would need. "Don't want to try to reload it with my hands covered in lube," he said, grinning. He had a brilliant white smile, greatly enhanced by the contrast with his rich, dark skin. I tried to focus on him filling the pipe, but my attention kept on shifting between the pipe, his muscular chest and arms and most of all, his massive basket. "That should be just about enough for me, I think," he said. I looked at the pipe, and there was a huge pile of crystal in it. He dug into the bag again, and added several more big shards. "And just a bit for you." He took a torch and started to heat the bowl, melting the mound of drugs. "You first," he continued. "Guys always seem to need a bit of help to handle me." He twitched his cock; even through the underwear I could see exactly how big it was. He handed me the pipe, and I put the stem in my mouth. He continued to hold the torch and it wasn't much longer before the pipe began to sputter and smoke. I took a long hit, filling my lungs with the thick smoke. "Don't skimp on it," he said, urging me ever onwards. "Nathan says you're pretty much a virgin, to both partying and getting fucked. So you need to get loaded. In both senses." Even after he took the torch away from the bowl, it still filled up with the smoke a few more times. Under Eli's watchful eyes, I made sure I got every bit of the drug. "Good job. Now, shotgun it to me," he said. I turned to him and he opened his mouth. Our lips locked while I exhaled my hit into his lungs. He surprised me, holding the kiss for longer than needed. His tongue started to explore my mouth. His free hand wrapped around me, and he pulled me closer. I didn't expect this closeness from such a man. Pressed tight up against him, I could tell his body was solid; he was all muscle and not a bit of fat. "Oh fuck, that's good," he said as he exhaled my hit. "That first one is always the best, don't you think?" I just nodded in agreement, and handed him the pipe. "The second hit doesn't suck either," I said, as he put the pipe in his mouth and started to heat it up again. Still warm, it didn't take long for the bowl to begin smoking again. He puffed on the pipe much longer than I did, rolling it back and forth on the torch and letting the bowl really fill up each time, before sucking the white clouds into his lungs. He held the hit for a while as he handed me the pipe and torch. "Your turn," he said, letting only the slightest bit of the cloud escape. Greedily, I took the stem and started to smoke it. I kept the torch on it, but I hardly needed it to get a good hit. "Here's some extra for you," Eli said. He exhaled his hit right into my face, engulfing my head with a thick white cloud. Even though he was only a few inches from me, I could barely seem him through the dense smoke. As Eli's cloud slowly dissipated, I finished up my own hit, and let the torch go out. The drug hit my system quickly, and it was clear that Eli's source was very good. This was some potent tina. His cock was going to be a real challenge, but with the powerful drug fueling me, I knew it would be an incredibly fun ride. I held my hit as long as I could and then exhaled. The familiar feeling of horniness was hitting me. I wanted to get Eli naked, explore his body and most of all feel that massive cock in my hungry, needy hole. "My turn," he said, taking the pipe from me. I could see that we were nowhere near exhausting the pipe; there was still a big pool of crystal at the bottom of the bowl. While Eli heated up the pipe again, I wondered if he was planning to smoke the entire thing during his short visit with me. I was definitely nearing the limit for my drug use; I didn't know what I would do or how I would behave if I smoked any more. Eli seemed to have no such concerns as he sucked down on the pipe, carefully letting the bowl re-fill several times. "Ready?" he asked me, as he pulled the stem out. I nodded and exhaled, ready for him to shotgun his hit. He leaned in, forced his mouth against mine, and blew his hit into my lungs. Compared to Eli's lungs, I could barely take much from him. He filled me up far before he had gotten close to finishing exhaling. We continued the kiss and I ran my hands over his smooth, muscular chest. There was just a hint of hair leading down from his navel, disappearing into his tight white underwear. I ran my finger along the waistband, wondering what was hidden behind the taut fabric. "You wanna smoke my other pipe, boy?" he asked me, as he exhaled the last of his hit. "Yeah, I do," I said. I was a bit scared of the sheer size of his bulge, but knew that his size was the least of the dangers that Eli presented to me. "Can I?" I asked. "Of course," Eli said. "Isn't that what you're here for? Sucking my cock and making me feel good." He stood up, and pushed down his briefs. I nearly gasped when I saw what he had been packing: a fat, thick, long, cut black cock. It was the largest cock I had ever seen and it wasn't even hard yet. At the base hung two large balls. Somehow, Eli had managed to slip a metal cockring on. It pushed his equipment out and further emphasized just how well endowed he was. "Yeah, I know. It's a monster,” he said, noticing how I was staring. "Isn't it?" "Yeah," I said, almost speechless at his endowment. Coupled with his easy-going masculinity, he was like an ebony god. Eli sat back down on the bed, his legs spread wide. "Gotten anyone else this big today?" "No one as big as you today. Or ever." "All white boys today?" he asked me. "Yeah," I said. Suddenly, I wanted his black cock in me. I wanted it because it was big, because it was hard, and most of all, because it was black. It was the ultimate transgression, the mixing of the races. "That's too bad," Eli said. "Come on, Jason," he said, "Kneel down and find out how good black cock can be. Show it some respect. Give my black mamba a kiss." He motioned for me to get between his legs. Mesmerized by his cock, I did what he told me to do. I got off the bed and knelt down between his legs. Like the rest of his body, his legs were solid blocks of muscle. I could imagine him closing them around me and crushing me easily. Leaning in to his groin, I let my nose fill with his scent. He smelled like a man should: a bit of sweat, a bit of musk, and a bit of dirt. It was almost as good as a hit of poppers. "Like it, huh?" he said. I looked up at him; he was flashing a brilliant white smile while waiting for me to take his cock into my warm mouth. Again, I didn't know what to say. I was drunk on his maleness and flying on his drugs. "Yeah," I finally managed. "Right on," Eli said. "One more hit for you, white boy. Then you can get to work and get me hard and wet." He held the pipe out for me to take. I rested my arms on his thick legs and he positioned the stem in my mouth. He also took care of the torch for me. He melted the crystal so that a beautiful wisp of white smoke escaped from the bowl. "Go ahead," he said, when the pipe was just right. "Hit it." I did my best. I wanted to impress him. I drained the bowl a few times and let my lungs fill up with the smoke. Finally I nodded, letting Eli know that I was more than satiated. I was right at the edge; another hit and I'd be too far-gone to control myself. But for now, I was at just the right place. All I could think about was getting him hard and getting him off. And finding out more about him: I wondered what his story was, and how he had joined this unique club of men, the band of men whose cocks could kill. "My turn with the glass cock," he said, as he took the pipe from my mouth. "And your turn on the black cock," he said as he pointed to his cock. "Go ahead, suck on it." I leaned in and took the head of his cock into my mouth. There was already a bead of pre-cum there for me to lick off. I had to be careful not to exhale any of the crystal smoke. I didn't want to waste any of it. While I started to get myself acquainted with Eli's cock, he watched me intently. I licked his head and then started on the shaft. "Nice, Jason," he said. "I like a boy that can hold his hit like that. You're gonna do just fine when you're choking on my shaft." With that, he put the pipe in his mouth and lit the torch. While he heated up the pipe, I stretched my mouth wide, and started by swallowing his cockhead. Even soft, he was more than a mouthful and I strained to get even just the head into my mouth. But it tasted so good. He was a delicious combination of sweat and pre-cum. I didn't care how hard it was going to be to take the entire thing. After a bit of effort, I was able to get his whole cockhead in my mouth. Eli was patient, doing his hit, but still moaning softly when I ran my tongue over his piss slit. While I could still breathe, I exhaled my hit and engulfed both of us in a thick white cloud. Eli finished doing his hit. He held the still-smoking pipe in one hand. "Take more of it, Jason," he said, resting his other hand on the top of my head and gently pushing me onto his cock. "It's feeling so good already." His challenge was clear, as was my goal: we both wanted me to deep throat his huge cock. Opening my mouth even more, it was easy to take an additional inch or so. But then his cockhead hit the back of my throat. I dreaded the next, necessary step. In response to the tina and my oral skills, Eli's cock grew longer, fatter, and harder. At first, he didn't get as long as I feared; his cock mostly got fatter as the blood rushed in and lengthening a bit. But, the downward curve in the middle got more pronounced, making it harder to work into my mouth. As I lavished more attention on it, his cock started to get longer. It was when I least expected it that it began to grow longer. A lot longer. Terrifyingly longer. It grew from nearly eight soft inches to a hard and enormous eleven inches. "It's big. I know." he said, exhaling his hit. "And the better you are, the bigger it gets." "Don't think you're near done," he said, before putting the pipe back in his mouth. I had got as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. The next step would be to let him invade my throat. It wouldn't be easy. But then, the entire day seemed to be about things that weren't easy, about things that scared me. This would be one more thing like that. His cock was hardly easy and more than just a bit scary. "Come on, Jason," he said, taking the pipe out of his mouth for a moment. "It's not going to deep throat itself." Eli flicked the torch and started to do another hit. I did my best to relax, finding the hiss of the flame strangely comforting. My mind was racing because the drugs, and the torch's white noise helped me to focus. I swallowed slightly, and forced myself further down onto his cock. "Oh, fuck. That's what I was looking for," Eli said, as his cockhead entered my throat. His shaft more than filled my narrow throat. As he started to press against my windpipe, Eli hit the glass pipe hard. He seemed to be mocking my inability to breath at all as he took in deep lungfuls of air mixed with the rich methamphetamine smoke. I was on the edge of gagging, but couldn't bear the thought of disappointing him by choking. Instead, I focused on the discomfort of his cock in my throat. I was the one letting him dominate me. I was the one who was eagerly swallowing his fat snake. I was the one who was choking on his black pipe. I was the one who was unable to breath. And I was the one whose cock was twitching at the entire experience. I kept on taking more of his cock down my throat and wondering if I would ever get to the base of his shaft. I had my eyes tightly closed, focusing on getting his entire dick into my throat. When I heard Eli exhale his hit, I opened my eyes just in time to see another big cloud of smoke drift down. Even though it felt like I was stuffed full of his cock, I could now see that it looked like I had barely taken any of it. I couldn't imagine how I was going to get the rest of his dick into my throat. At the base of his dick his close-trimmed pubic hair still seemed so far away. "Just relax, Jason. Other boys have taken it all. You'll take it all as well. I'm sure of it," he said. I wasn't clear if had made a prediction or given me a command. He rested an arm on the top of my head, pressing down on me. In response, another half inch of his cock slid into my throat. He leaned over and planted a kiss on the top of my head, as I suppressed the urge to gag again. "Great way to be spending the afternoon," he said. "Hot fucking white muscle boy sucking my cock while I get high. Only a few more inches for you to swallow, white boy." I closed my eyes again, and focused on the warmth of his shaft. It was gently pulsing in time with his heartbeat. I knew if I thought about how thick his cock was or how long it was, I would immediately start gagging. The warmth was something safer and easier to concentrate on. It reminded me how alive Eli was, how real this experience was, and how much we both needed it. My body was starved for air and my mind was filled with crystal, so was hard to focus on any one thing. This scattering of thoughts was a blessing in disguise, because my brain managed to turn the lack of focus into not just a desire for sex, but also a need for Eli's cock and especially his cock in my throat, my ass, and my body. I built up a world where the only way I would live was to take his entire shaft into me. Even though each small millimeter of his shaft stretched and scratched my throat, I took it. I had heard of cock worship before, and I knew with certainty that this was what I was now doing. Was this how a fundamentalist Christian thought of his relationship to Jesus? But instead of a mythical man who died for our sins, Eli was a very real man. A very real man whose semen carried the seeds of my own salvation. A very real man whose cock I was impaled on. "Right on Jason. Only a bit more to go," Eli said. I opened my eyes again, and saw that I had almost taken his entire cock. My throat was stretched wide. I wondered if his cockhead was already in my stomach. But I repressed those thoughts and instead concentrated on the good: on how he was going to give me a new life. A diseased life, yes, but a life without worry, a life without shame or fear, and most entrancing, a life with Nathan. While I worked the last half inch of his cock into my throat, Eli did another hit. As he puffed on his glass pipe, I took the last of his black pipe. My chin was right against his balls, his short pubic hairs were scratching my nose, and my mind was exploding in pride at having taken all of this dark god's manhood in my mouth. "Damn, boy. That's so fucking hot, seeing you choke down all of my cock," Eli said. He exhaled his hit, another big cloud. "Seems like you deserve a reward." He must not have exhaled all of the hit, since another cloud drifted down when he finished talking. "And I know just what you need to get ready for the next level." I wondered what he meant by the next level, but I had to focus on the living, pulsing snake inside of me. His cock was right at the edge of my abilities, and I didn't want to disappoint him. "That was amazing," he said, and started to gently lift my head off his cock. Even though pulling off his shaft was a lot faster than swallowing it, it still felt like it took forever. Whenever I thought I was almost done and waiting for his cockhead to pop back into my mouth, there was another inch with no satisfaction. Finally, the fat cockhead entered my mouth from my throat, and I could breath again. I gasped for air, staring at the glistening shaft in front of me. Still wet with my spit, it hung down from its own weight. I wanted to suck it again, to keep it hard and happy, and to get that hot and deadly reward. "Glass cock for you, now," Eli said. "I think I'm good," I said, but I still straightened up and got ready for the pipe. "You were very good at sucking my cock. But you can always do another hit of tina," he said, as he stuck the stem in my mouth. I didn't protest. Eli lit the torch, and heated up the bowl. I was surprised that there was still any crystal left in it, but the bowl quickly filled with the white smoke I didn't know I was craving. I inhaled, easily draining the bowl a few times in succession. "More," Eli said. I let the bowl fill up again, and then drained it again. "Still more," he said, and I repeated the process two more times. "Good enough," he said. Not wanting to disappoint the ebony god, I took a few more hits, until my lungs were nearly bursting. "Better," he said. "Now, hold it for me." As he had been feeding me the crystal, I had felt his cock brush against my chest, and knew that I'd do anything to feel him inside me once more. I did as I was told; holding the hit of crystal was such a small thing to do to make him happy. He leaned in. "Don't exhale before I tell you to," he said, before he locked lips and began to kiss me. With his mouth covering mine, I couldn't have exhaled even if I wanted to. Besides, he had told me not to exhale, and I needed to make him happy. Plus, I was enjoying the intimacy that he was willing to share by kissing me. That such a masculine, dominant man was willing to open himself up to another man was an unusual situation for me. He continued to probe my mouth as his hard cock rubbed up against my chest. I could barely contain myself; I wanted to jump on top of him, and feel his thick rod penetrate my hole. But I knew that would come soon enough. I did my best to restrain myself, despite the tina coursing through my veins. Breaking off the kiss just long enough to speak, he said, "Give me your hit." I exhaled into his mouth, and he sucked up my entire hit. I was glad to finally get a chance to breath again, but wondered how I would behave once the hit took effect. "Nice hit," he said, holding it in his lungs. He broke off the kiss, and stood up. His cock was level with my face, and I took the opportunity to lick off the head. "Not quite yet. But it's good you are an eager boy," he said, pulling me off his shaft. He turned around, and knelt on the bed. "First, lick my ass," he said, pushing his muscular cheeks right in my face as he exhaled the hit. Without thinking, I dove into his ass, licking his musky, sweaty hole. As I did it, he lit the torch and did another long hit. I pushed my tongue into his hole, feeling him open up for me. He moaned in pleasure as I probed his warm hole. It was a totally unexpected move from him, to let me lick, kiss and penetrate such a private part of his body. He was such a textbook example of a dominant top, but I would eventually let him enter and penetrate me and fulfill his own imperatives. As I licked his ass, he continued to suck on the pipe and filled his lungs. "Oh fuck," he said, "Don't stop." The torch went out, and I heard three more puffs on the pipe. I pressed my face deeper into his ass, my tongue pushing as far as I could into his tight hole. From how tight he was, it was clear it had been a long time, if ever, since he had taken a cock. And he had certainly never taken anyone as large as he was. I lost myself in his ass. His muscular ass cheeks pressed against my face, forcefully reminding me of my place in the world. I could taste the sweat and musk on his tight hole, reminding me what I was doing. I didn't mind; I was where I wanted and needed to be. I was kissing a god's ass. It wouldn't be long before this god rewarded my dedication to him with what he alone could provide me with that afternoon: a hard, deep, raw interracial fuck, ending with a thick load of this black stud's HIV-infected sperm. As I probed, explored and pleasured Eli's ass, he continued to hit the pipe, heating the bowl, drawing a hit, holding it, and then exhaling it slowly. Given my position, I took the opportunity to reach around his waist and grab his now-hard cock. It was still wet and slippery enough from my blowjob; it was just slippery enough for me to easily stroke it, even if it was so thick it was hard for me to wrap my hands around it. "Oh damn, boy," Eli moaned between hits. "That's what I need. Lick my ass and stroke my cock." I wanted him inside me. Although the two men were completely different, I couldn't help but think of Nathan. Each of them epitomized a particular model of masculinity and used it to command obedience and respect. Nathan was the perfect example of an understated, mature man, confident in knowing what he wanted and certain that he would get it. In the wild associations of my drugged-out mind, I pegged him as almost British. In contrast, Eli was brash, almost loud about his masculinity. His manhood was wrapped in muscle, swagger, and the unerring knowledge that he could take anyone in a fight. For either one of them, I wanted to be their bottom and was overjoyed at letting them satisfy their needs with my body. Now it was my turn to moan. "Please, Eli. Fuck me," I said, while I licked his tight, unsullied asshole. Once I had formed the mental image of his cock sliding into my hole, complete with his heavy balls dripping their sweet and deadly pre-cum into my body, it was hard for me to imagine any other pleasure. I wanted him to fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me deep, and finally breed my hole. I knew it was going to happen, but now I couldn't wait. I needed to be penetrated, and I was hungry for more sperm--his sperm--in my hole. "Got that itch now, don't you, white boy?" he asked me. "That tina finally kicking in for you, huh?" He had put down his pipe, and was enjoying me rimming him. He got off his arms, and turned around on the bed. Because of his new position, I couldn't rim him any more, but now had a close-up view of his cock. He handed me the pipe and torch. "One more hit for you, boy," he said. I knew better than to protest, even though between Sean and Eli, I had done more than enough. I was worried about doing more. I worried that I'd loose control and end up going further than I had ever planned. I took the pipe, and saw that even after all we had smoked, there was still plenty of the drug left in the bowl. Despite my misgivings, I forced myself to light the torch. I heated up the bowl, getting ready for the hit. As a few wisps of smoke started to escape from the pipe, I inhaled and drained the bowl. "If you want to take this," Eli said, grabbing his cock and giving it a good shake. "You're going to want to do that. And a lot more than just that." I didn't doubt him; it was a big cock he had. I drained the bowl a few more times, then held the cloud in my lungs for as long as I could. Eli took the pipe from me, and set it on the bed table. In exchange, he grabbed the lube and poppers. "Don't pass out there, white boy," he said, as he finally gave me permission to exhale. I looked up at him; he was looking down at me, his dreads had fallen over his shoulder and were hanging down his chest. "Go ahead," he said, his brilliant white teeth flashing against his dark skin. I smiled and he nodded; his dreads bounced against his taut skin and then hit me in the face. Surprised by the sudden contact, I exhaled and the white smoke momentarily obscured his dark skin, and hid his black cock. I was now totally lost in the high, not caring about anything but pleasure. He reached down, grabbed me by my shoulders and roughly threw me onto the bed. "You'll need these," he said and tossed the poppers by my head. As he forced my legs apart, I remembered that he had said "need," not want" about the poppers. I did a quick hit. He grabbed my hips and pushed them up, so that my ass was level with his cock. I was now on all fours with him kneeling behind me. We were in a perfect position for the long-awaited anal pounding to begin. He was fully erect and ready; I could feel his cockhead rubbing up against my ass. And I was itching for a fucking, but still wasn't sure if I could take his massive cock. "Go slow," I asked him. "I've not been fucked much before." "I go at my pace, boy," he replied. "But don't worry. You'll love every second." He poured some lube on my ass, and stuck two fingers into me. "You've got a tight white hole. Gonna feel fucking good opening it up with my fat black cock," he said. He added a third finger, and just as I got used to the three, he inserted a fourth. I knew that asking him give me a chance to get used to it would probably be futile, so I opened the poppers and did a hit. "Maybe a bit slower?" I tried. "Right on. That will open you up good, Jason." I think it was the first time he had used my name that afternoon. But there wasn't much time for me to think about it before the poppers hit, and I found myself pressing up against his hand, trying to get his fingers deeper into me. He slid them in and out a bit, letting me get used to it. "You hungry for it, boy? Want to get opened up by my monster?" He was more accurate than he knew in his description of my need for his cock. I was not just hungry; I was starving. The poppers were still in full force, not the mention the crystal. The two drugs answered for me. "Yes, please. Give it to me." He poured more lube on his cock and worked it into the length and girth of his shaft. I did another hit from the poppers; I knew I was going to need all the help I could get. Eli pressed his cockhead against my hole. My experience had been that big cocks rarely got very hard; Eli was definitely an exception. Even just his cockhead felt like he was trying to force a boulder into my hole. He kept one hand on my ass, guiding me down on his cock, while the other hand steered his shaft into my hole. Of course, he had to force the cockhead into me, in order to just open me up. But once he got in, he paused and allowed me to get used to his size and presence. Even through the all the enhancements I had done, he hurt. He hurt like a dull glowing poker was being rammed into me. He hurt like that very first hit of crystal, the one that had permanently opened my eyes. "Just relax," he said. He tightened his grip on my waist, letting me know not only that he was near me and ready for me, but also that he was holding me down, holding me in place. I couldn't squirm away from his cock, nor did I want to. I did my best to manage this dilemma, starting by taking another hit of poppers. Right when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, he pulled out. But the relief I imagined his absence would give me didn't come. I could still feel my muscles stretched and screaming, trying to close up around where his cock had been. He took the opportunity to squeeze more lube right into my hole, and the cold fluid finally brought me some respite by numbing some of the most painful sections of my ass. Before my hole could close completely back up, he slid his cockhead back into me. This time, the pain wasn't so intense and the pleasure almost obvious. He was able to press a few centimeters of his shaft into my hole. "Relax," he said. However, the details of trying to relax when I had a fat, hard cock stretching my ass open were far from easy. I did another hit of the poppers, and focused on how warm and alive his cock felt. Even if there was a rubber that fit Eli, I didn't think he could fuck me with a condom on. It was only the ability for each of us to feel the other so intimately and completely that even made his penetration of me possible. Eli was dripping pre-cum, which really helped lubricate his passage into my body. He would push in a bit, forcing me to open up, then pull back, and let me relax. Despite his outward swagger and bravado, the reality of the fuck was surprisingly slow and measured. After a few minutes of work with Eli pressing his cock into me, and me struggling to stay relaxed and open, we had gotten about a third of his cock into my hole. He paused. "How are you doing, boy?" he asked. "Good, actually," I answered. "I thought this was going to be a lot worse than it is." With the help of the drugs and my eager hole, I was opening up nicely for Eli. "As I said, the first time is always slow and easy." "It's good." Not only did it not hurt as much as I had feared, I was also finding a lot of pleasure in taking his big black cock. There was something deeply natural about this black stud forcing his raw cock into my white ass. It was natural that his thick black tube was dripping infected pre-cum into my vulnerable hole. I pushed back against his shaft, and felt another inch slide into me. "Not that bad, huh?" Eli said. He leaned over me and I felt the heat of his muscular body against my back. "Want more?" he whispered into my ear, his breath warm, moist and close. I nodded without ever thinking. I wanted all of his cock inside me. I wanted him to start pounding me. I wanted him to tell me who was the dominant man this afternoon, who was the one with the cock, who was the one who would force me to take his pre-cum deep, and who was the one that would shoot his load deep in my in my hole. He paused for an agonizing moment, while he poured a bit more lube on his cock and let it dribble into my hole. "You're doing great there, Jason," he said. "Fucking hot, seeing my black cock slide into your tight white hole." He thrust his hips, and I felt one more inch of his cock slide into me. I was getting used to being the bottom. While this might have once been too painful, all I could feel was the pleasure of my ass getting opened. "Almost there, boy. Just another few inches, and you'll be properly impaled on my cock." I took another hit from the poppers, and nodded my head for him to proceed. I was not just ready for it, but needed it. I needed it like I had never needed cock before He took my cue, and pushed further in. The next inch was surprisingly easy, but then his head hit something deep in my body. I gasped, and realized I had never been penetrated this deep before. "It's that last bit that's always the hardest," Eli said. "Deep breath. Long hit. And we'll drive it all the way home." I took a big breath, opened the poppers, and, as instructed, did a long hit. Eli stood still while I sniffed from the brown bottle. As I put them away, he gently rocked his cock back and forth, exploring just how deep he could go before the pain overcome the pleasure. He then waited for the poppers to hit me. "Please," I moaned, once again thinking only of the pleasure for my hole. He pushed in the rest of his fat cock. It still hurt, but it was much better; if he only gave me a few more minutes of gentle probing by his cock, I would be in pure heaven. "It's all the way in, boy. Balls deep in that hungry white hole." He pulled his cock out some, then pushed it back in. "So fucking tight. Going to be fun getting you opened up properly." "Opened up?" I asked. My sex-fogged mind wondered what he meant by that; I thought he had finished doing just that. He didn't say anything in reply. Instead, he slowly pulled out the entire length of his cock until only the cockhead remained in me. Then, he pushed it all back in, until his low-hanging balls were once again slapping against my ass. "Right. Opened up properly," he said. He continued to thrust in and out of my hole, slowly increasing both the force and the speed of the thrusts. "It can take a lot for me to get off." I did another hit from the poppers and relaxed while Eli continued to pound my hole. As he got in deep, there was still a bit of pain each time his thick head found some new stretch of virgin, untouched territory. But it was a manageable pain and a small price to pay for the glory of his massive cock fucking me properly. As he continued, his pace changed: his thrusts were slower but deeper. Eli leaned into me, forcing me onto my stomach and resting all of his muscular weight on me. His body was already warm and definitely sweaty from the fuck, alternately he would stick to me and then slide smoothly against my skin. I stopped trying to analyze my emotions and feelings, and just let the black man dominate me. "Having fun bro?" he asked. "Oh yeah," I said. The crystal was hitting me hard, and it was difficult to think coherently enough to even formulate that short response. All I wanted to do was feel cock in my ass, and especially a big, black, raw cock. "Breed me," I grunted. "Yeah?" he asked. "You want my poz load in you? Seed that tight, white, neg ass?" He was whispering this in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. When he was done speaking, he nibbled a bit on my ear. He could be both aggressive and tender. He let me know that he would do whatever he wanted whenever he pleased to my body. But at the same time, his teeth scraped the skin just enough to send an electric chill down my spine, ending right at the hole where his cock entered me. He knew exactly how he was making me feel. I had to focus on the cock inside me. Having something to concentrate on was useful. My mind was no longer racing from through to thought, and I once more contemplated my situation. A black man was fucking me raw and his huge cock was dripping a toxic mix of sperm, pre-cum and the deadly virus into my unprotected hole. The raw black cock was sliding smoothly in and out of my hole with each stroke, Eli pressed Sean and Jake's toxic juice deeper into my hole, and deeper into my body. He was bigger than any man I had taken before and each stroke found fresh stretches of my hole, stretches with no defenses against his attack. Eli grabbed my torso; despite my muscular build, I was small in his hands. He wrestled me onto my side, and then proceeded to flip me onto my back. He managed to keep his cock in my hole and barely paused his fucking of me. We had ended up face to face, and I found myself staring into his dark brown eyes. I was surprised to see how closely he was watching me. His eyes were darting all over my face, as he tried to discern the slightest change in my expression. Maybe it was just his black skin or perhaps it was the thick dreadlocks that were hanging over his shoulder hanging onto my chest, but it seemed like he was from a very different world than Nathan, Sean, Jake or myself. It was a harder world and a more complex one. Finally, I decided to break the silence. I wanted to know more about him. "How long you been poz?" I asked. "About three years now. It's a long story." He didn't sound like he meant it dismissively, just that he wasn't sure if I would be interested in his tale. "I think you've already made your choice," he said. He leaned in and kissed me. Even though we had kissed while shotgunning the crystal, it was a surprising move. He was still so dominant and controlling. But now it was different. Like the saying went, it wasn't gay if you didn't kiss. And he had kissed me. "Yeah, I guess I have," I said. "But I want to know about you." My statements and Eli's sudden kiss changed the energy in the room. Eli's fucking slowed down even further. He was taking longer and deeper strokes, no longer using me just as a hole to get off in. Instead, he now actively wanted to be inside me and to use his cock to give me pleasure. Eventually, he would use it to give me his load, something we both craved. He rubbed his goatee against my cheek, and then licked my ear. "Then you'll get the story," he said, going in for a particularly deep stroke with his cock. "I didn't get to make the choice you're making. It was forced on me." "Would you do it again?" I asked. "I don't know. I hated rubbers. I still hate them. Of course, they never fit me. I like skin-to-skin fucking. And I fucking love to party and play." He had nearly pulled his cock out of my hole, and took the opportunity to slide it back in. "Plus getting to breed a guy. That can't be beat. But it's not all easy. Being poz. Especially if you can't get used to the drugs." I had been slowly stroking my cock, enjoying the fuck. It was hard for me to believe that something that felt this good and natural wasn't good. But I knew that most of my rational mind had been suppressed. Suppressed first by my desire for Nathan, then suppressed by the crystal, and finally suppressed by this big black cock. I was now being driven by my need for pleasure. Crystal, cock cum, and virus were my only goals, and although I was aware of the all the risks I was taking, it didn't make much of a difference to me. I could never ask Nathan to wear a condom to fuck me. And I never wanted to wear a condom if I got to fuck Nathan. Sean, Jake and Eli were not much easier to ask. To deny them the pleasure of fucking me raw, the pleasure of breeding me, the pleasure of letting their virus live on in my body seemed like a denial of all that was important about desire and all that was important about desire between two men. "I want you to breed me," I said. "Good thing, white stud, because you weren't going to get a choice there." Once I had the pleasure of getting bred, I had taken all the loads willingly. But I was also glad that Eli didn't want to give me a choice. Today, of all days, getting bred had to be both something I gave up of my own free will and something that was taken from me. I urgently needed Eli to mark me, and I certainly didn't want him to give any way out. Not that he would take it. His weight pressing against my legs was forcing them apart. That alone told me who was in charge here. It also let his cock get deep into my hole, which further drove home the fact just how well I was getting fucked. And how little input I had in the decision at all. "I made my choice a while ago," I said. "Lucky man," Eli said. "You had a choice. And you'll be getting some damn potent cum. I'm not on meds right now." "You're not?" Suddenly he had become much scarier. And much sexier. I knew that his cock was a loaded pistol. But it was a game of Russian roulette. I didn't know if he chamber I got would have any virus. But with Eli, every chamber was loaded. And that was exactly what I craved. "Nope," he said, very matter-of-fact. "Bad reaction to the last one. And my numbers aren't so bad to make me want to get back on." "That means..." I trailed off. "Yeah. A proper poz fucking." He smiled, slammed his cock deep into me, and then continued. "I came very late to fucking men. I had a girlfriend, did what I thought I was supposed to do." He had started telling his story, about how he became poz. "Yeah, I'd occasionally jerk off with a guy in the gym steam room. Sometimes, if I was really horny, I'd cruise the park and get a blow job" He continued, explaining how he had found the Internet and the entire DL culture. Of course, it had been easy for him. A masculine, hung top was always in demand and the bottoms would do anything to please him. And, no one was gay, so everyone was clean. Condoms were never needed. Or even discussed. But then it got harder for him to hide. His girlfriend started to ask difficult questions. "I was having a lot more sex. And we were having a lot less sex," he told me, his balls pressed tight against my ass. "She tried to spice things up for us, getting stuff like toys and restraints. It didn't do much for the amount of sex she was getting, but the boys I picked up loved them. And then, finally, what was going to be just a no-strings trick got complex. Far more complex." "How so?" I asked. When he walked in and undressed, I had put him in a category of big dick, little depth, but now he was becoming someone real. I wondered how Nathan had met him; wondered if Eli had ever fucked Nathan. Or maybe if Nathan had even gotten to fuck him. Nathan was the type of man who could do that, convince the pure top to take a cock. Eli continued; he story still hadn't even gotten to the point where he had caught the bug. "Oh, it wasn't just plain fucking anymore. Javi and I would hang out together. We'd go drinking, then one or the other was always 'too drunk to drive' and would have to spend the night. Sharing a bed. Hell, I even started to kiss Javier when I was fucking him." He leaned in and kissed me; his tongue forced itself deep into my mouth. Even though he had just wrapped his arms around me, his tongue was jammed deep in my mouth, and his massive cock was splitting me in two, I was suddenly jealous of Javi. I was jealous that the two had been able to explore their feelings more deeply. I was jealous that they had been able to discover what turned them on and made their cocks hard and their asses itch. I was jealous that they had discovered what made them happy even after Eli had drained his balls into Javi. "And?" I asked. So far, this story didn't seem that bad. "Well, I was still leading a double life. Fucking around with guys, while still supposedly straight with a girlfriend. And by then, I wasn't just fucking around with Javi, but still lots of other guys. From online. Steam rooms at the gym. Cruising the park at night. Fucking every piece of hot ass I could find." He paused in his story. It was long enough for him to throw his dreads over his other shoulder. "You know Sean?" he asked me. "One of Nathan's boys?" "Yeah, I do now. You're fucking his cum into me." I tried not to think about Sean as "Nathan's boy." I wanted to be that boy so badly. "The bastard," he said, although he was still smiling. "Always gets to the hot ass first. Almost as bad as Nathan. But I should have guessed he'd be one of the guests of honor." I knew it was pointless, but I tried to force myself to remember to ask Nathan about Sean. I was so high I could barely keep track of where I was and who was barebacking me. Remembering to ask Nathan about someone several hours from now was going to be nearly impossible. "I met him online. It was late, Javier and I were horny, and he was eager to get fucked." "And?" "He came over. He had a bag of tina, and a pipe. That was the first night I had ever done it. Crystal that is. And of course, I loved it. So did Javi. I nearly got fucked that night, I was so high." "But?" "Nope. Never been fucked. Ever." I had gotten my answer about Nathan. His cock was hard inside me, reminding me that he was the top today. As he always was. "Even high on crystal, I'm still 100% top. Except when I bottom." He paused for a moment and adjusted his position. "Javi, Sean and I started to play pretty regularly there, at least for a while. Then one night, Sean invited another guy over." "Nathan?" I asked. I already knew that it was Nathan, but I asked anyway. It made me feel close to Nathan that I was getting fucked by the same guy who had fucked him. I wanted the same sperm that had been inside of Nathan to be inside of me. "Yeah. You fucked him yet?" "Not yet." "Too bad. You're in for a treat. He's got an amazing ass. Anyway, the four of us ended up at a sex club that night. First time I had been to one. And I was like thirty-eight! Like a kid in a candy store -- we were all naked, sharing a room, doing lines of tina and I was getting to fuck everybody I saw." He continued. "We must have been there for 36 hours or something. I lost track of time and how many guys I stuck my cock in to." "Sounds fun," I said. I figured that Nathan and Sean had been poz by then. I wondered if Eli got to fuck them raw. But he always fucked raw. And high on crystal, of course they were barebacking. "Yeah. Took me a few days to recover from that. And almost as soon as I had recovered from the crystal crash, I came down with a wicked case of the flu." "That what I think it was?" "I still don't know for sure. But yeah. A few weeks later, Javi got sick as well. We'd been fucking the entire time. And fucking raw. Javi got tested first." "Poz?" I asked. "Of course. Then I got tested. Poz as well." "How did it feel? To be poz?" "Scary, of course. I was still occasionally fucking my girlfriend. And of course, we never used rubbers, since she was on the pill. And I was still hiding all of the sex I was having with guys. There were a lot of guys to hide. And a hell of a lot of sex. But it was liberating. I didn't worry about sex any more. All bareback. All the time. Javi and I would get tweaked up, go to a bathhouse or sex party, and fuck every bottom we could find." "Like me?" I asked. "Oh fuck yeah. Especially white muscle bottoms. Had you been there, I'd have fucked you into next week." He slammed his cock into me again, letting know just how forceful he could be. I realized that so far today, he had been holding back on me. As he pounded me harder and deeper, he was also getting more intimate and close. Part of this was just him telling me about his life, how he had come out, started partying and then gotten pozzed up. But, the crystal was also important in helping us get to this point. However, most critical thing was the act of having sex, the act of barebacking. The act of me letting him insert a part of his body into my, and sharing the closeness was it. If there had been any barrier at all, even just a thin rubber sheath between us, it would have been different. It would have been an impersonal and unpleasant intrusion into my body, more a medical procedure than sex. Him sharing his cock and story with me was nothing short of magical. "You really want my seed?" he asked. "My bugged up sperm?" "Yeah, I do," I said. "Absolutely. You think you got it from Nathan? Or someone else." I wasn't sure which one I wanted the answer to be. I wanted to be closer to Nathan in any way that I could. But there was an itch also driving my desires and actions. I wanted more loads, from more guys. I wanted as much as I could get. I wanted every load to be infected, every load carrying a different strain. Every load would have evolved through so many varied and diverse men, until finally it reached me and infected me. "You're way spun, aren't you?" he asked. "Yeah, I am." I had to agree -- I don't think I had ever been that high before. "Hot," he said. "Something really satisfying about shooting my poz load in a tweaked up white bro." He slammed his cock in and out, letting me feel every veiny inch of his massive tool. "Then watching them try to keep my toxic sperm in their holes. You going to hold it for me, boy?" "Yes, of course man." It just seemed appropriate for Eli to hold his cum as long as I could. It was appropriate for every man. "Good boy. Tell me what you want again." "I want your jizz. I want your infected, HIV-laden sperm." I lost any sense of personhood, and was begging him for his dirty cum. "Please, man. Give it to me, Eli." Eli's thrusts were getting harder, more intense, and as impossible as it seemed, I felt his cock firm up and lengthen in my hole. I knew he was getting close. "Please, man. Breed me. FUCKING BREED ME MAN," I begged him. "Yeah, boy, take my dick scum," he moaned, as he slammed his cock into my hole. Deep inside my body, his cock pulsed and pumped, and I got the start of another load of sperm shot right in my hole. That was only the first spurt of several; as his orgasm continued his cock continued to pump out shot after shot of thick, white cream. As his ejaculate filled my hole, it lubricated each of his thrusts. The slippery hole let him fuck me harder, which, in turn, made him cum more. It seemed like several minutes passed before this virtuous cycle of sexual escalation finally came to a halt. His balls were totally drained. "Fuck yeah, boy. I needed that. And I think you needed it as well." "Of course. Thank-you Eli," I said. He collapsed on top of me, his sweaty, muscular body pressed against me. He moved around and started to kiss me. "My pleasure, boy," he said, between deep kisses. "We should do this again soon." We lay there, together, his still-hard cock in my ass, his tongue in my mouth, and we could enjoy each other fully. I was happy and had long ago stopped worrying about the time. Eventually, his cock softened more, and it popped out of my hole. He shifted slightly in order to look at his watch. "Damn. Need to get going." "Too bad. That was nice. Really nice." I wanted Nathan to come in, and join us. I wanted Nathan to watch me get fucked by Eli, then have Nate slide his cock into my spermy ass. I wanted Sean to join us, and add another load from his cock. And I wanted all of us to share the pipe, and then start another intense round of breeding my tender, negative hole. "Well, Nathan knows how to find me," he said. He lifted himself off of me. I was about to get up, but he put a hand on my lower back. "Stay there. I want you to keep my swimmers inside you." I didn't need to be told twice, but still turned my head so I could watch him get dressed. The most difficult step seemed to be him forcing his still-firm cock into the too-small pouch of his underwear. Once that was done, he dressed quickly, throwing on his sweats and tank top. "Be good. Or have fun. And take some pictures for me," he said. "But I bet Nathan has that covered." He obviously knew about Nathan and the cameras. Eli gathered up his various supplies, party and otherwise and put them in his backpack. "See you soon, I hope," I said. He quietly slipped out the door, leaving me in the dimly lit room. I had only his massive load in my ass to remember him by.

I have locked many bottoms into chasity and taken the control away it is very hot to see them turn into a total cum dump willing to do as told and live to please a cock. another way is to diaper and humiliate them take there man hood and ability of standing in front of a toilet make them piss the diaper and wear it as well as stand willingly in front of you and allow you to piss into the diaper they are wearing. then tear a hole in the back of it and fuck them long and hard. while you use and humiliate them for being in a diaper filled with your piss remind them what the warm feeling is as you fuck them. once you fill the bottom with cum ask him how it feels to have your hot piss in his diaper and your hot cum in his hole? he will be a slut to you the rest of his life