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Maybe if I write this all down, I can maybe figure out why I did this. It all happened so fast. When I first started talking with Jordan on Grindr, I wouldn't have guessed that he was HIV positive. I know that you can't really tell but I just didn't expect such a hot guy to have HIV. It wasn't until our third date as we were walking through the French Quarter that Jordan revealed as much. Maybe it was because Jordan was so hot, or perhaps it was because I had had a boner for the previous half hour as I glanced at his bulge while we were walking and talking. For whatever the reason, I wasn't as shocked as I thought I would be. I wasn't as shocked as I thought I would be the first time I sucked off Jordan. And I wasn't shocked as I swallowed the big load delivered by his enviable, long and thick cock. So, I probably shouldn't have been shocked a couple of weeks later when I was laying in my bed face down as he was about to fuck me for the first time. He was so sweet and charming. He could have talked me into anything and he didn't even have to try and persuade me. It was two months of pent up desire: I HAD TO FEEL HIS DICK INSIDE ME, I wanted to scream. "Are you certain you don't want me to wear a condom?" he asked me. Okay, I guess it was more of a warning than a question. His question subtly reminded me he wasn't undetectable. He had explained that in switching meds his viral level was a "...little out of control." There was no reasoning with me, though, as I NEEDED him to fuck me, and I had to feel it raw. "Fuck me," was all I could manage to say in response. Before I knew it his tongue was in my hole and I was in heaven. And shortly thereafter his dick was slowly fighting its way into my tight hole. "Are you sure you want it?" he asked ever so gently. Only one response came to mind: "Fuck yes!" Jordan tried to reassure me or maybe persuade me. "We can stop at any point. Just say when you want me to stop." All I could focus on was the bliss of his thickness slowly plunging into me. I was somewhat surprised at how good it felt as in the past, even smaller cocks had hurt more. I suppose Jordan knew exactly how to fuck me. It was supposed to be this way, or so it seemed. Before I knew it, he was slowly pumping me all the way in and out. I can't explain how incredible it felt. In any event the experience was beyond intoxicating. Still, looking back I suppose I should have been shocked when Jordan seemed to transform. The gentle soft-spoken PhD student from Shreveport started to say some rather dark things in my ear. "I had a feeling you would like a poz dick fucking your ass." Somewhere in the back of my head, I knew this was a rather fucked up thing for him to say. But, I was too turned on to dispute him. And that only seemed to encourage him, "Yeah, take my poz dick in your tiny boyhole, you little slut." I felt kinda ashamed, and a little afraid hearing Jordan verbalize such notions. But, I was also turned on. And I never thought such deviance could arouse me so much. Before I knew it, I was encouraging him with each thrust. My feedback only seem to reinforce his darker tendencies. Only moments later, he past the point of all decency and conventional norms when he murmured softly into my ear "Each time I pump my dick into you, I'm taking a month of your life away from you." Then he slammed his dick into me harder than usual as if he wanted me to take extra notice. A few pumps later, he casually remarked "There go the rest of your 20s." In the back of my mind, I knew this was crazy. But, why then was I so turned on? A few moments later, he piston-fucked me relentlessly and then paused for a moment to comment "There went your 30s." I didn't quite get what he was saying until that point. "I'm fucking the life out of ou right now." I felt a sense of panic but the pleasure was still all-too-consuming. "Here go your forties," he said followed by ten deliberate jabs. The thrusts were unbelievably erotic though and the display of power he was showing me was persuasive. "You want more?" he asked as my mind raced to find some logic. I couldn't find it. "Yes, fuck my fifties away," I responded. Without a word he immediately complied. I didn't think he could hit me any deeper inside, but somehow his next series of jabbing thrusts hit a place deep inside me that I never experienced. I shrieked unexpectedly. But, found the pleasure still consumed me. My orgasm was mounting. I was confused, excited, terrified, but spell-bound. I didn't want him to stop. "You are getting closer and closer to death," he whispered into my ear and he jack-hammered me. I had no sensation of time as he jackhammered my hole. I had never before been so rock hard. And my ass felt incredible full of his cock. Then he announced "You are nearing your eighties now. I don't think you're gonna make it much pass 100." It was only then that logic managed to creep into my brain: I'm lettinng a poz guy fuck me. This is fucking crazy! Still I couldn't bring myself to object. "This poz dick is taking your last remaining years," he commented just before he started to moan and grunt, finally asking "Are you ready to die?!?" As I felt his cock stiffen even harder I nearly screamed "Fuck yeah, kill me with your cock!" His pace was frantic, and I was about to shoot my load any moment. "Get ... unh .. read .. for .. oblivion!!" I felt his hands grab my neck and he squeezed unbelievably hard. What the fuck? "Hey!" I tried to yell, but his clasp around my neck tightened and I found I couldn't make a sound. I was dizzy and light-headed. Maybe all the blood was going to my cock? I was barely conscious as felt his dick erupt inside me, but, just as Jordan unloaded in my hole I realized I was also shooting my jizz. I tried to catch my breath, but then everything went black. I woke up three hours later to a splitting headache. Jordan was gone and my ass was very sore. Had Jordan choked me to the point of causing me to pass out? What the hell just happened? That was two weeks ago. Jordan hasn't answered my phone calls or texts since then. What the fuck?!

Sorry about the delay, but finding the spare time between work and finding enough dick, my calendar's a bit full. Hope it was at least worth some of the wait... Kelvin’s Graduation PART II – Conditioning Kelvin had never felt more alive he thought as he was sitting in physics class. For the last week and a half, he and Coach Foley had been meeting every afternoon with the sole intent of feeding Kelvin as much of Coach’s cum as possible. Kelvin glanced at the clock. Half-an-hour, which would probably feel more like an hour Kelvin thought and sighed. Already with just those passing thoughts, Kelvin felt his cock stir to life. After the first day, things had fallen into a pattern. Kelvin would arrive, they would down a Coke or two and shoot the shit for a little while. Coach would then look Kelvin in the eye and Kelvin would lower himself to his knees in front of Coach’s groin. A couple days in, Coach had instructed Kelvin to place his hands folded behind his back and look up into Coach’s face. Coach had referred to this as “Position Two” and told Kelvin whenever he said it, Kelvin should immediately be kneeling and waiting as described. Kelvin thought this unusual, but it obviously made Coach very happy when Kelvin complied – as Coach’s dick jumped to life when Kelvin took to his knees. Kelvin was just playing along with the commands, he didn’t even know what “Position One” was. What surprised Kelvin was that over the last couple of days, it wasn’t only Coach, but Kelvin himself, who was becoming hard when he heard the words “Position Two”. Yesterday, Coach had made Kelvin sit in the position for 10 minutes before he let Kelvin take his cock and cum. The entire time, Coach had been working his thick meat at Kelvin looked on. By the end, Kelvin could feel precum pooling at the tip of his head in anticipation. Coach also appeared to notice and gave Kelvin a big smile just before smoothly sliding his veiny monster all the way down Kelvin’s throat. Twenty-five minutes. Hell. Kelvin could now feel his boner aching and straining against its confinement. Kelvin had already dumped two loads this morning, one after waking up and one in between periods this morning. Already his balls felt full and ready for another session. With Coach Foley, he was only ever allowed to shoot a single load and only when Coach was done and told him he could. Kelvin was sure he could match Coach load for load if given the chance. The first few days, Kelvin had swallowed a single load from Coach and was allowed to release his own after that. One day, Coach had finished and Kelvin was waiting for the Coach to give him the go ahead but oddly Coach just sat with his partially deflated cock still lodged in Kelvin’s mouth. Coach rubbed Kelvin’s head and murmured, “From here on out, Kelvin, you’ll need to work on getting a second load out of me before you get to cum. You’re a good cocksucker right now, but you need to be a great cocksucker.” Coach locked his hand behind his head and leaned back, thrusting his dick further into Kelvin’s throat. “You want your own load? Better start working Coach’s dick then.” Kelvin dutifully started to work on Coach’s massive cock. Kelvin realized that getting a second load was going to take some work. He started paying attention to smaller details of sucking the Coach and picking up on non-verbal cues – a moan, a twitch of Coach’s coach, Coach’s hand ruffling the hair on Kelvin’s head – head finding the things Coach liked done to his cock while Kelvin experimented. By the end of their session that day, Kelvin had picked up a few tricks that he knew were getting a response out of Coach and was rewarded with a second load of Coach’s cum which he swallowed eagerly and seemed to taste even better than before. Coach smiled and once his balls were drained looked down and said, “Ok, Kelvin, time for you to show Coach how much you liked getting two loads from him.” With hardly a dozen pumps Kelvin was already shooting a massive load, his biggest one yet, and spewing cum all over the office floor. Kelvin collapsed at Coach’s feet, completely spent. “God,” smiled Coach Foley, “I knew you had it in you.” He patted Kelvin on his sweaty head and told him to get his ass to the showers so he wouldn’t miss his bus. Coach smiled as he watched Kelvin walk to his showers, and a glistening drop of precum formed on the head of his dick as his eyes silently raped Kelvin’s virgin ass. “Soon,” he thought, “That’s an ass that’s worth waiting for and while he won’t give it up quickly, when he does, it’ll be all mine for the taking and he’ll beg me to do it.” Fifteen minutes. Would this class never end? Kelvin’s cock was still at full attention and his day dreaming hadn’t actually helped things, just made matters worse. Yesterday, Kelvin had managed to get a third load out of Coach who was impressed with Kelvin’s skill after less than two weeks. Kelvin, as usual, drank in Coach’s praise hanging on every word. It was Coach’s voice he heard as he whacked off at home every day. Between home, school and his sessions with Coach he was pumping out at least 4 loads a day, sometimes even as many as 6. During his session before bed last night, Kelvin had been working his dick as usual during some porn, imagining instead that it was he and Coach Foley in the scene. In this scene, the top had been enjoying getting blown and suddenly reached around to the bottom’s ass and started to play with it moving his hand and fingers across the bottom’s round ass cheeks and finally finding the ring of his ass with his finger. Kelvin, caught up in the moment, followed the motions on the tape and soon found his finger on the rim of his own ass. Kelvin had not realized how sensitive the area was around there but as his finger swirled around the entrance he could feel sparks of pleasure work their way up to his stiffening cock each time he circled his pink hole. Wetting his fingers, Kelvin increased his rubbing and his cock responded by riding at full attention. After a few minutes, Kelvin pushed his finger against his ass and felt it give slightly. Kelvin could feel his dick responding to the attempt and once again, after wetting his finger, he began circling his ass with increasing pressure. There was resistance at first but as his finger massaged the circle he felt his hole relax and in one sudden moment his finger slipped inside causing a huge eruption to boil up in his balls and spurt cum wildly across his bathroom floor. “Holy shit,” thought Kelvin, “Now that was fucking intense.” He looked at the spunk covering the floor and sighed. Best to keep this little experiment to himself. A finger was one thing, but the thought of Coach’s huge shaft penetrating his ass made him shudder. However, if Kelvin had been honest with himself, he would have realized that the shudder was both from fear but also from a deeper, darker, lustful place. Five fucking minutes… The alarm on Coach’s cell phone went off playing the Pet Shop Boys, “Master and Servant.” Coach smiled as he turned off the alarm. Fifteen minutes until Kelvin was off and on his way down to the gym. Things had progressed nicely the last week and a half. Kelvin had been an eager learner and a quick study. Yesterday, after only a week and a half, he’d managed to pull three loads out of Coach’s balls. Not a record, but certainly a great start. Coach leaned back in his chair and grinned. Yes, everything was progressing as he had planned. This was the fun part, the step by step corruption of Kelvin with each step bringing him closer to begging for Coach’s load up his ass and the increased chance that Kelvin would be worthy to carry Coach’s viral DNA and to spread it far and wide. Sure, at this point he could problem just slam Kelvin and have free access to his ass as he spun through his first party with Tina, but that didn’t hold the same excitement as manipulating Kelvin slowly to his destiny. Well, today could be a game changer. Coach had decided that it was time to take the next step. It was time to see if Kelvin was willing to give Coach something valuable – control. Coach had been lucky this weekend as Zack had come home from school at Ole Miss and had wanted some time with Coach. Zack was as handsome as ever and had picked up a bit of Southern drawl. Zack’s brown hair and hairless, swimmer’s build wasn’t Coach’s first choice, he preferred thicker and hairier, but Zack’s ass had been perfection when he finally took it. After Zack arrived and after a shot or two of GHB-laced rum and cokes, Coach had Zack naked and ready to hop into the sling in Coach’s playroom. With Zack secured in the sling with wrist and ankle restraints in place. Coach went to grab some equipment. When he returned, Zack saw he was carrying two small zippered kits. Coach placed one on the table next to the sling and opened the other. Zack could see the familiar tourniquet and syringe that Coach kept for his boys. Coach examined the syringe and tapped it gently. Securing the tourniquet around Zack’s arm, he began searching for a vein and almost immediately found a good candidate. Coach could see the hunger in Zack’s eyes. “You want this, huh?” he asked. “Oh fuck yeah. Slam me, Coach,“ came Zack’s reply. Zack could feel his ass and balls tightening at the thought of the needle delivering its payload and washing over him. “Of course my boy, but remember our deal. You gave your body to me last year and it’s still mine. You’ll get your slam and I’ll get what I’m looking for, right?” Coach smiled. Zack nodded and was rewarded with the familiar pinch. His eyes followed Coach’s movements as the drawback created a small flash which slowly disappeared as the needle was depressed. After finishing and pulling the needle, Coach snapped the tourniquet off and the fuck fluid rushed through Zack’s veins making him cough and sending waves of heat through his body as it spread. Within a minute his eyes had glazed over and Coach could see the fluid working. Zack moaned in his restraints and briefly struggled, but the fuck fluid was doing its job and Zack was ready for the next step. Coach unzipped the second bag and took out its contents. Zack could barely make out what they were through the initial haze of the slam but saw a long tube and a plastic bag of some sort. Coach repositioned himself at the base of the sling. “Now this might hurt at first, but I’m going to need to collect some chemmed up piss from you and I don’t want to miss a drop. You see I’ve got a new boy and he’s going to get introduced to Tina soon and you’re my first step in that process,” Coach explained. Zack watched him coat the tubing with lube, but the tubing was so small, why would Coach even bother putting it up Zack’s ass. Zack had taken much larger before. He was startled as Coach grab the head of his penis and guided the tube down his urethra. Zack flinched with a combination of both pleasure and pain as the tube snaked its way up his penis. “This will make sure that we get every drop,” Coach smiled as he inflated the balloon on the catheter to keep it in place. As he placed the bag on a hook near the bottom of the sling Zack could see a small amount of amber fluid trickle into the bag. Coach came back to Zack’s head with a jug of water and a straw. “Drink up boy. I want a liter out of you by the time we’re done here,” he said as Coach slipped the straw in his mouth. And Coach always gets what he wants Coach thought to himself. Over the next few hours, Coach has administered 2 more slams and a few liters of water as Zack’s ass got worked over by Coach and some of his friend’s. By morning, Zack’s hole was raw and leaking cum and the bag had just about a liter of amber fluid in it. Disconnecting Zack, he got him showered and fed before sending him off into the morning. Zack would probably be up for a couple days after those slams and Coach smiled. Coach went and collected the Slam Piss and whistled as he thought about his future plans. Coach snapped out of his memory and walked to the refrigerator. He was sporting solid wood after recalling his weekend and his balls ached for release. Adjusting himself for comfort, he leaned over and pulled out a Gatorade and small bottle of an amber colored fluid. With a little extra flavoring from one of those squeeze bottles you added to water to make it flavored Kelvin would be introduced to a new energy drink, one Coach was sure he’d come to love. It had been difficult, but Kelvin had done his best to walk normally to the gym without appearing rushed, but had probably failed. He wound his way through the locker room back to Coach’s office where he found Coach seated at his desk. When Kelvin walked in Coach looked him up and down and motioned for him to grab a seat. This wasn’t how things normally went and Kelvin was a bit caught off guard. Coach began, “Kelvin, it’s time we talked a little. Things have been going really well and you’ve taken to cock sucking like a pro. Three loads yesterday was pretty damn hot.” Kelvin smiled at the acknowledgment. “It’s been almost two weeks and it’s time we actually got some work done. I signed you out of your periods for an independent study here so I need to make sure you do some work.” Coach noted that Kelvin looked confused by the comment and explained, “We’re going to start your weight training today. I need to make sure you’re getting your daily workouts and keeping in shape. I’ll need you to pay attention and work hard. Oh, and don’t worry, I don’t intend to forget the part of the workout we’ve already been practicing.” Coach winked at Kelvin. “Ok,” started Coach, “first things first. When you come down here in the future I want you to get undressed in the locker room and present yourself in your jock to me for inspection. You’ll stand with your feet shoulder length apart and hands folded behind your back. You’re to keep your gaze straight ahead no matter what. This is Position One, if you were wondering. Whenever you hear me say that, I expect to see you standing at attention. Do we understand each other?” Kelvin nodded. “Good, now go out there and get undressed and show me you can follow directions.” Kelvin got up from the chair and quickly shed his clothes and donned one of the black jockstraps Coach had given him last week. He hurried into the office and stood as Coach had instructed. Coach got up and looked him over. Once satisfied, Coach walked toward the small refrigerator and pulled something out. Kelvin moved his eyes and head slightly to get a better look and Coach caught the motion. “Eyes front and center, boy!,” Coach barked. “Did I not explain to you that your eyes were to lock straight ahead?” Kelvin stammered, “Yeah, I mean, no…Yes, Coach eyes straight ahead.” He snapped his neck back into place and looked straight ahead. Kelvin couldn’t see, but Coach smiled. Kelvin was learning and his desire to keep Coach happy and to swallow Coach’s cum were leading him right where Coach wanted. “So, since we’re changing things up to a workout, no more Cokes. Here on out, we’ll get you an energy drink to start each session. You can relax now,” Coach said and handed him a Gatorade bottle. “It’s my own special mixture of Gatorade and extra electrolytes to keep your body going.” The Gatorade was a yellowish green and looked a bit off but Kelvin shrugged and took it. “Oh,” continued Coach, “we’ll also be starting you on weekly testosterone shots but I’m not going to cycle you like your father did, I don’t want you to OD on the stuff or have your balls shrink away to peanuts. It’ll be just enough to keep your muscles intact and your energy level high.” It’ll also help keep you horny as hell Coach thought to himself. “OK, Coach,” responded Kelvin. He was a bit surprised by the whole change, but he had been hoping to get back to some lifting after slacking off the last couple of months, especially the last two weeks. “I think hitting the weights again is a great idea. I’ve been slacking off a bit and a little work would feel good.” “So we’re in agreement here,” said Coach. “Down that energy drink and meet me in the weight room. I’ve got it all set up for you. Just be careful, that drink’s got a bit of a pungent kick to it, kinda tastes like piss water, but it’s got everything a boy like you needs before a workout.” With that, Coach turned and headed to the weight room. Kelvin was left with the bottle of oddly colored Gatorade and took another look. The sickly color didn’t make it particularly appetizing. Kelvin opened the bottle and took a swig. He nearly choked at first before managing to swallow the vile liquid. It burned a bit when it hit his stomach. It was indeed pretty pungent although it had a ton of flavoring, which only succeeded in making it sweet AND pungent. Kelvin sighed and prepared himself. He took a deep breath and chugged down the remaining liquid. Chugging it was actually a good move as it didn’t stay in his mouth long enough to actually damage his taste buds. Kelvin took the empty bottle and tossed it in the trash and hurried off to the weight room. When Kelvin arrived Coach had started him on a circuit course of his own design. Kelvin was familiar with the concept and jumped right in. As the workout progressed Kelvin realized he was hotter and sweating more than usual. Instead of feeling increasingly exhausted, he felt as though his skin was electrified and he could feel every little brush of air against it. In addition, as Coach spotted him he could feel his cock stirring with the thought of Coach sliding down his throat leaving his thick manly deposit for Kelvin to swallow. He also felt a hunger, one which he tried to ignore, but he kept thinking about how it felt when his finger had popped into his ass and his breathing and sweating became more ragged. As Kelvin’s workout progressed Coach could see Kelvin slowly coming under the effects of the Slam piss. The sweating, the spontaneous hard-ons, the rapid breathing and quickening reps all gave away the existence of the Tina working through Kelvin’s veins. Coach also knew that under these more physical signs, Kelvin’s lust was building and Coach was thinking he was going to get a pretty damn good blowjob after the workout today. Let’s see if Kelvin enjoyed his surprise as much. Kelvin kicked out the last circuit in record time and followed Coach into his office. His pulse and breathing were rapid but he wasn’t really tired, not like after other workouts. Coach’s energy drink must be damn good he thought to himself. Once in the office Coach looked at Kelvin. “Position One!” Coach Foley commanded and Kelvin quickly stiffened to attention. “Good to know nothing’s wrong with your memory, Kelvin,” coached acknowledged. “Now we need to have another little talk. I agreed that we wouldn’t do anything you didn’t agree to and I intend to keep my word on that. I am, however, a bit concerned that despite all the cum I’ve fed you, you’ve been dumping it out faster than I can replace it. I want your insides swimming with my cum and it’s not to be wasted. I’m giving you a gift that will help you grow into a man and I hope you appreciate that.” Kelvin was pretty sure that physiologically, none of that was really happening, it was more a metaphor but the thought of Coach filling him with cum which would make him into a man was pretty damn hot. His mouth watered at the thought of being wrapped around the Coach’s cock again. Kelvin nodded that he agreed, “Yeah, I’ve been shooting loads about 4-6 times a day including the one here with you Coach.” “So,” started Coach, “Do value Coach’s cum enough to abstain from spilling it?” Kelvin nodded. “OK, let’s see how committed you really are to that.” Coach moved to Kelvin’s side and out of his line of sight. He was dying to know what Coach was up to but also afraid to get caught stealing a look. Suddenly Coach came back into his field of vision right next to him and moved in front of Kelvin. He was holding something, but it was just out of Kelvin’s sight. Coach kneeled down in front of Kelvin and Kelvin’s dick sprang to life at the thought of Coach possibly sucking his dick. Suddenly though he felt ice cold on his balls and felt them pull back up into his body and his shaft shrink. “Coach ain’t ever going down on you boy so get that thought out of your mind,” Coach growled. “Now keep those eyes locked straight.” He could feel coach pulling on his dick and cold metal being slid over it occasionally pinching him. He winced but kept his face forward. In a few minutes, Coach had finished and took a step back. “Ok, Kelvin, take a look. Let me know if this is what you want. If you decide not then you can walk out of here and continue on with your life. We’ll halt all this and you can go back to study hall. If you decide it is, we’ll continue working on your conditioning,“ Coach explained as he took a step away. Kelvin looked down to see his dick wrapped in a metal ring at the base of his dick and his balls held between that and what could only be described as a curved cage surrounding his shaft. The device was snug but not particularly painful. It was readily apparent to Kelvin that any chance of an erection in this would be impossible. Coach was right, Kelvin would be spilling none of Coach’s seed with this in place. Kelvin also noticed a small unlocked lock at the top of the device. He finally looked at Coach, who stood there with the key in hand. “So, Kelvin. What’s it going to be?” Coach asked. “Just remember our arrangement, if you agree, I get to choose when and how long you stay caged. I could lock you up and throw away the key and leave you stuck in your cage. What’s it going to be, boy? Yes or No?” Kelvin’s mind reeled. This wasn’t the way he had seen things going, this was not what he had planned. He should just get up and walk out. This was crazy! Who would agree to get his dick locked up? “You would,” came a voice from a dark and forgotten place inside Kelvin, “Coach has given and is giving you everything you could’ve hoped for over the last week and half. Your life has gone from merely existing day to day to days filled with excitement and anticipation. Coach Foley has unlocked a new world for you and all he wants is for you to show you value that by locking away your own base needs.” Kelvin was sure he could feel each bead of sweat in his face. The voice continued, “Besi des, it’s not as if you’re really looking forward to the orgasm you have after sucking Coach off. It’s a nice benefit, but if you’re honest with yourself what fuels your anticipation is your desire to get Coach Foley off. To be the thing that he desires so much that he feeds you the essence of life straight from his balls.” Kelvin knew he was standing on the edge of a veritable abyss but knew what he had to do. “Go ahead Coach, lock it up.”

Somehow, I got to my feet with my poppers in hand and walked across the room. My mind said “You want this!” and my cock bobbed YES as I opened the door to my room. There stood Daddy and a younger toned muscular black guy. I felt myself go limp and I began to fall. I dropped my bottle of poppers on the floor just as Daddy and the black guy grabbed me and helped me over to the bed. Daddy supported me as I sat on the edge of the bed while the black guy went to the door and picked up a duffel bag from the walk outside, bringing it in and shutting the door. He set the duffel bag down and picked up my water bottle of poppers from the floor. Looking at it, he took the cap off and inhaled. He put the cap back on and then tossed it over to Daddy, who himself took the cap off and took a hit. “He is definitely primed”, I heard Daddy say. Daddy set the bottle on the bed and suggested that I move up a little on the bed and lay down. As I did I noticed the black guy walk over to the desk where I had been sitting. He looked at the bottle of Everclear and held it up for Daddy to see. Then he looked at the syringe in the glass with the bottle of Oxy sitting next to it. He picked up the pill bottle and read the label, then said “Looks like our friend booty bumped some Oxy”. I was laying on my back on the bed near the edge. Daddy was standing alongside it. He told me that the black guy’s name was Jimbo and that he had come along to watch and take some photos for everyone’s safety. That sounded like a good idea to me. Daddy was dressed in a wife beater T-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. Jimbo wore a similar shirt but had on a pair of basketball shorts. I heard Jimbo unzip the duffel bag and begin moving around the room as Daddy moved up so that my eyes were level with the bulge in his pants. Looking down at me, he unzipped his shorts and began to lower them as he said, “Are you ready to be Daddy’s boy?”. He was wearing nothing under his shorts and as they dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them my eyes locked on the most beautiful cock that I had ever seen. I rolled onto my side as Daddy approached the bed and reached out to take the God of all fuck meat into my hand. He was at least 8.5” soft and partially cut. Just the tip of his head peaked out from his foreskin. As I pulled him closer to me I inhaled smelling a bit of muskiness. He looked down at me and smiled. “Do you enjoy the aroma? I was emailing you from my phone as I lay on my back with my cock buried up Jimbo’s ass. We jumped up and threw on our clothes and headed over here. I didn’t take the time to clean myself. Be a good boy and clean Jimbo’s ass juice off my cock for me.” I hesitated a moment. Daddy then picked up my water bottle of poppers, took the cap off and pushed it in my nostril pinching the other side shut. I inhaled deeply and held it. Daddy didn’t move. When I had to exhale I had to do it through my mouth as he was still pinching off my nose and the popper bottle was still there. As I went to inhale through my mouth he pushed forward and his cock entered my mouth forcing me to inhale more poppers. As the rush hit, I forgot all about where this cock had been. I wanted it in my mouth and down my throat. I began sucking his cock in earnest, swirling my tongue around it, cleaning it with my spit. Every minute or so he would withdraw for a moment so I could exhale, then push it back in forcing me to inhale more poppers. As I sucked I let my hand caress his generous but firm bear beer belly and then run my hand up over his T-shirt covered chest to play with the rings through his nipples. After a few minutes he withdrew his cock and told me to roll on my back and move over towards the center of the bed. He removed the popper bottle from my nostril and capped it, dropping it on the bed. Then he climbed onto the bed and straddled my head facing towards my feet. Lowering himself down he ordered me to lick and suck his balls clean. His sac was shaved smooth and the skin was very soft. His sack must have hung down 7” and held two nuts the size of golf balls. I love hanging balls just as much as I love cock and as he lowered them to my mouth I lovingly opened my mouth wide trying to get both of them into it. But they were just too big so I worked on first one and then the other. I would suck his ball into my mouth and lather it with my tongue getting it all slick with my spit and then I would suck on it. As it descended deeper in my mouth I fantasized being able to get it into my throat and begin swallowing it. But Daddy then moved up pulling it from my mouth and then lowered back down feeding me his other one. As I began sucking Daddy’s nuts I had felt Jimbo climb onto the bed from the bottom. He lifted my legs up and spread them and then I felt Daddy’s hands wrap around behind my knees and then pull my legs up and spread them. This left my cock, balls and hole totally exposed. I felt Jimbo take hold of the butt plug and begin twisting it back and forth and then pulling it out until the widest part of it was at my entrance and forcefully shoving it back in. He began a rhythmic motion, twisting it back and forth, then withdrawing it a little then shoving it back in again and then repeat. After a few minutes of this Daddy pulled his balls from my mouth and got off the bed as did Jimbo. Daddy grabbed my shoulders and Jimbo my legs and they moved me so I was laying diagonally near the foot of the bed. My ass was at the bottom edge and my head was hanging off the side. Daddy handed me my popper bottle and told me to begin taking hits one after another until he told me to stop. He told me to be sure that I had an airtight seal as he wanted me only breathing poppers. “Just a little one to start as I don’t know how much and how long ago he bumped the Oxy, plus he has had a lot to drink.” I heard Daddy say. How nice of Daddy to be concerned about my health and safety. As I hit the poppers again and again, I stared up at Daddy’s fully erect cock. It was as thick as a beer can and must have been 9” long. He slowly stroked it to keep it at maximum hardness and then he told me to stop with the poppers. I was super high, my heart was beating hard in my chest, and I wanted nothing more than to get his cock back in my mouth. Then I looked down towards my feet as I felt Jimbo pulling on the butt plug. He pulled it out of me completely and held it up for Daddy to see. I thought ohhh what a pretty blue Christmas ornament with the red swirls and stripes on it. I also noticed what looked like 3 legged stands with what must be cameras on them. Before I could process the information I heard Daddy say to Jimbo, “Better get some towels to put under him as there will probably be quite a bit more of that and we don’t want the sheets looking like slaughter occurred in here.”. Then I felt Daddy’s cock at my lips and I leaned my head back and opened wide. Daddy grabbed my shoulders and pulled me a little bit more towards the edge and I felt my head drop lower off the edge as he slowly pushed his cock deeper. He adjusted my head just a little bit and he now had a straight line from my lips to my throat to my belly. He began slowly pumping his cock into my mouth but not going to deep. Then I felt Jimbo lifting my legs up and Daddy grabbing me behind my knees again. Then I felt something cool on my hole. Jimbo was adding more lube. Then I felt his fingers begin to go in and out of me and it felt good. Then he withdrew them and I felt a coolness, openness, emptiness. I wanted something back in my hole. Then I became aware of Daddy’s cock pushing deeper in my mouth and felt it touch the back. I felt Daddy put the popper bottle into my nose again and pinch it shut. I inhaled a huge hit as my throat opened up and I felt his cock slowly begin going down my throat. When he had the entire length of his cock buried in me he stopped. I felt something small but sharp going into my hole. Not painful but it startled me. Daddy then pulled his cock out allowing me to exhale and as I began to inhale again he quickly buried his cock in my throat again forcing me to inhale poppers through my nose. He held it there this time. I tried to exhale through my mouth but I couldn’t. His cock was blocking the exit to my airway. He pulled back just an inch and stopped squeezing my nose for a few seconds, but before I could exhale it all he squeezed again. With a gasp I inhaled the poppers as he again buried all the way in my throat. This time he left it there. I felt a growing warmth in my ass which grew hotter and hotter. I couldn’t breathe. I needed air, but he stayed buried deep and with the grip that both he and Jimbo had on me, I couldn’t move. My vision became just a white light and I felt my whole body swirling around and being sucked down head first into a whirlpool. My head went under, then my chest, then my stomach, then my groin and as my asshole was sucked under I felt it open wide and everything in the universe being sucked into my asshole. I don’t know how much time passed, but later learned that it was less than 30 seconds. Daddy had pulled his cock from my throat and they had turned me around so that I was again straight on the bed with my ass at the bottom edge. Daddy and Jimbo had switched places. Jimbo was now alongside the bed and Daddy was at the foot of it holding my legs up with his bear body between them. I felt like my asshole was a vacuum cleaner ready to suck in anything that got near it. I could see Daddy stroking his cock as he poured lube on it. It looked even bigger now. I loved how his beer belly and bulk made me feel safe and secure. I looked down at my own much smaller belly and smaller cock which was still standing at full attention. “Are you ready to get fucked boy?” “Yes Daddy.” “Tell me what you want.” “I want you to fuck me Daddy.” “How do you want to be fucked.” “With your cock, Daddy.” “How do you want my cock boy?” I felt Jimbo come up alongside the bed and ask if I was thirsty. He held a glass next to me with a straw in it. Taking the straw into my mouth I began sucking. Ahhh alcohol. It was strong so I assumed it was straight. I felt the burn in my throat as it went down. But there was a slight bitter taste. Probably from the poppers I had been doing. Then he handed me my water bottle of poppers. Thanking Jimbo I looked back at Daddy who was still standing between my legs slowly stroking his fully erect gorgeous BARE cock. I opened my popper bottle and took several big hits. “What do you want boy?”, I heard Daddy say just as the rush hit. “Please give me your raw mother fucking cock!”, I replied.

A willing Poz fella The guy had been messaging me for a while, you the type not to many details but was making suggestive playful messages of what he’d like to do with me. I was curious and after a few weeks told him to stop messaging me and get his fucking arse round. No contact well that’s that another timewaster. A month went past and I got the Hey message pop up it was the fella again, saying he couldn’t stop think about me fucking him and he asked me for a time to meet. Having deleted his mails I said stop it right there you send me a picture of your face body and arse before I’ll do anything. Next day this email arrived with attachments (his pictures) this fella was very early twenty’s at best, dark haired and very twinky, what surprised me has just how hairy he was for one so young (not my thing at all) anyway if he showed up I’d deal with that. Once again I explained that I was Poz and that I only fucked raw and that is exactly what he would get if he manned up and came round. Silence again…..then later he messaged me and said he was good with it. So I sent him my address and told him to be round first thing in the morning, still not expecting him to turn up. The next day I was awake early, logged on and he wasn’t on line, no show was running through my head….about 11am the door bell rang postman I thought WRONG John (name changed) had manned up… “Once you step in I’ll be owning your arse and you know what that means”, he nodded his head and stepped in. Right lets see I’m thinking closing and locking the door behind me, studying my prey about 5ft 8 no more than 130 pounds in the flesh not stunning looking but not bad either, “on your knees” lets see how obedient he is, straight down….. “right what do you want from me John”…. “Please can you teach me all about raw sex with men” John said quietly. Ok Stand up and follow me, I had him under my control now and not being a complete bastard I thought lets take this slow as I could see he was a little nervous, we sat in the kitchen for a while as I made coffee and I spoke to him about why he was doing this, turns out he wanted into porn but was getting knocked back because of his looks and lack of experience. What he was looking for from me was to sex him up teach him how to be the best cum hound he could be….. “OK John, think its time to see what we are working with and start your training” he seemed quit relaxed now. So we made are way to my fun room which was set up with a range of BDSM gear, Sling, ST Andrews Cross and a good range of toys, John surprised me by saying he was looking forward to seeing all of this, “it’ll be more fun when you become part of it….. “Strip” John was out of his clothes in a flash and dam was he a hairy little fucker…his cock was good 6 inches with a nice set of low hangers (Hairy!!!)….OK John I’m going to give you a new look, taking him by the hand and attaching him to the St Andrews Cross….First your going to lose the hair, first stage would be clippers then wet shave and finally hairy removal cream (which would smart a bit),his arm pits got it first, chest, legs leaving his back, sack and crack till last…Once I finished the first stage he looked mighty fine and I thought lets see how he takes to nipple clamps and boy did he howl J but he looked great, once he had calmed down I added some weight to stretch them explaining to him it would be easier when I gave him his nipple rings, this made him look frightened “remember John when you stepped in you knew the rule, I own your arse” Stage 2 Sack, back and crack the guy was now completely stripped of his hair, clearly he liked to look as I couldn’t stop looking at himself in the large mirror opposite, now the hair removal cream too really clean him off, I got it from the fridge so it was nice and cold to start with…I inserted a ball gag, he would need it then applied the cream knowing it would feel cold and then the burning would start…..5 minutes in he was bucking around, time to wash him off, now completely cleaned up I took some pictures….he was now fucking sexy but something was missing, I know a cock ring to start with. I got a thick silver one out and decided to give him a blow job at the same time, slipping the ring over his cock and ball made the blood flow through his cock which looked like it was ready to explode and I know from experience once I had eased his foreskin back that the head would become huge….ok time to get serious with him I stripped and he got to see my body for the first time, my cock which was of similar size was rock hard and being gym fit I knew he was lusting after me….I sank to my knees and gave him a blow job his pre cum was so sweet, with my lips I peeled his foreskin back and his cock head grow in my mouth, soon enough I was going down all the way on him and he erupted a thick wad of cum into my mouth which I deposited into a small bowl for later…removing his ball gag I said how was that….. “fuck I love it” he said. Giving him a minute I released him and went and got some drinks. I return to find him checking himself out in the mirror… “like it” I said “sure do” ok time for you to get fucked up I think, taking him to the padded saw horse I attached him face down and butt up. Moving round I said you have a choice of lube I can use a bit of spit to open you up with or I can use your cum from earlier, would you like cum or spit…. “cum please” good choice. Right open your mouth make my cock good and wet…he gagged at first but soon got the hang of it….this guy was worth the wait, taking my cock out I moved round to the object soon to be my conquest his puckered hairless hole, I rimmed him for a while until I could wait any longer, applying his cum to the head of my cock and his hole I pushed hard until his spinster opened up and my head popped in, holding it there until he became use to it I said how does it feel “fuck so good, I want it all” “you want my POZ seed in you don’t you” “YES please breed me, Poz me up” before he finished I pushed hard and went balls deep and slowly fucked him for a while…dam he was dry so pulling out I decided to use the rest of his cum and wank another load out of him which took no time at all. I used two fingers to open him up again and pored his cum in his hole. Quickly moving in I pushed balls deep in one hard thrust, his cum in his hole felt so good, this time I rammed him so hard I knew I has hitting his prostrate as he blow another load, this guy could cum for England, it didn’t take to much longer for my balls to start to tighten but I didn’t want it yet! So I pulled out noticing the small trail of blood on my cock, that’s good my bug would ease into his blood stream for sure. Getting my tightest cock ring on the head of my cock now fully swollen I pushed back in the hot hole he screamed “Fuck that feels so fucking thick” picking up the pace I said tell me what you want John “breed me, POZ me up, breed me deep” that was it no stopping now my cum made its way to the head of my cock and one final deep push released its poison seed deep into his fuck shoot “arhh fuck yes take my poison seed you little cumslut”, my cock was spitting cum long and hard in this fresh guys hole and he was loving it…. To be continued

gangbang me! no lube but for cum. idc f it hurts make me take it. i know what my hole and muscled body is good for

I felt the head of his cock touch my hole and felt my hole begin to suck it inside. I felt my hole stretching and pressure but no pain. But I didn’t care if he ripped my bowels and my belly wide open, I wanted his cock in me. I thrust my ass upwards as his cock slipped inside me. Daddy continued to push slowly until he was fully inside. Then he slowly withdrew completely. I looked up at him but could not seem to focus my vision. I heard Daddy say “Give me another piece”, then felt a burning feeling in my hole again. Then I sensed someone pushing something against my nostril and recognized the familiar smell of poppers. I inhaled deeply. I felt the vacuum of my hole suck Daddy’s cock deep inside me, and felt it going in and out. I felt myself floating and my hole sucking in anything and everything. I don’t know how much time passed, but slowly I began to be aware of my surroundings. Looking up I saw Daddy’s face dripping with a few beads of sweat. I saw a few wet spots on his T-shirt indicating that he was sweating. I felt him begin to pick up his pace as he reached down and grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt pulling it over his head. I felt Jimbo put the poppers under my nose as I looked at Daddy. There around his right pierced nipple was a 6” wide red and black bio-hazard tattoo. I felt Jimbo move the water bottle of poppers to my other nostril and pinch me closed as I took another huge hit. My eyes shifted to Daddy’s left pierced nipple with a red and black scorpion tattoo above it. I felt Daddy picking up the pace. I didn’t need to be asked. I heard myself blurting out loudly, “Daddy fill my guts with your Poz cum!!!!!”. I felt him push deep and stop his thrusting as I felt something warm and soothing filling my insides. As he withdrew his cock from my hole, I felt an emptiness. “Please Daddy, fuck me again.”. As I looked around I saw three tripods with cameras on them positioned around the room. I also saw Jimbo had one in his hand that he was setting down on the desk. I noticed that Jimbo was now also totally nude and as he set the camera down and turned I got a good look at his cock. It had to be 11” cut, long and thick, but not quite as thick as Daddy’s. He got onto the bed, kneeling next to me so that I could reach out and touch his cock. I stared at it as I slowly stroked it and it began to grow hard. I rubbed my finger over the beautiful head on it. I felt something on both the bottom and the top of the head. It felt like a little depression or hole. As I played with it, I felt Daddy’s fingers enter my cum filled hole and then felt something scratch the inside and then I began to feel a little burn and a warmth inside. “I just gave you another shard”, Daddy said. Daddy’s voice distracted me for a moment and as I looked away from Jimbo’s cock, I saw the color red flash by briefly as I turned my head. Turning my head back to see what it was, I saw a red and black scorpion tattoo just like Daddy’s above Jimbo’s left nipple. As my gaze locked on it, I head Daddy’s voice again. “Do you like Jimbo’s tattoo? He is one of my boys. I go on and off my meds, usually 3 months on them and then 3 months off. Right now I have been off them for about 2 months and my viral load is climbing. A year ago I first fucked Jimbo and he converted, so he carries Daddy’s strain. He has not started any meds yet, so his viral load is through the roof. You want Jimbo’s cock and load in you don’t you boy?”. As his words sunk into my mind I felt my cock bobbing up and down and my hole began feeling like a vacuum cleaner revving up wanting to suck in anything that came near it. I looked over at Jimbo’s cock and saw him screwing a shiny silver thing into his cock head. I felt my water bottle of poppers next to me and grabbed it, removing the top and shoving it up my nostril taking huge hits. As I felt the rush begin I saw the pointed spikes protruding from the top and bottom of Jimbo’s cock head. My cock bobbed up and down wildly as I yelled out,” Get that mother fucking monster cock up my ass! Tear my asshole and insides up with your spikes! Fill me with your toxic cum and knock me up!”. As Jimbo climbed off the bed and took up a position at the foot of it between my thighs I watched Daddy take what looked like a gas mask out of the duffel bag and then open a new bottle of poppers and pour a bunch of it all over the filters on the mask. Looking back at Jimbo I saw him putting lube on his cock, stroking it to full hardness, the two silver points glistening in the light. Then I watched as he sprinkled some white powder from a clear plastic bag on it. He stepped forward and lifted my legs up and I felt the tip of his head at my hole. My hole began sucking trying to draw it inside as I felt Daddy place the mask over my nose and mouth and telling me to inhale. I began taking deep breaths feeling the popper vapors fill every inch of my lungs. One, two, three hits. I felt something huge and scratchy going into my hole and slowly up my ass as my eyes rolled back into my head and I passed out.

One of my favorite times of every year here in Las Vegas are the first 2 weeks of December. For 10 days each Dec., Las Vegas hosts the National Rodeo Finals. The town is filled with nearly 30,000 rodeo cowboys and rodeo lovers. There are a couple of cowboys that I've been hooking up with each year. But they can be a bit paranoid about having me come to their hotel rooms, for fear that one of their cowboy buddies might find out. This year I decided to get a room at a cheap motel, just across the freeway from the LV Strip Hotels and host there. I love this particular motel. It has parking just in front of the rooms. It's easy access for both the out of towners staying on The Strip as well as locals. And there are two large lots on either side of the motel for 18 wheel trucks to spend the night. I like to get a room at this place every few months. Just to whore out and take loads. The first night I had the room, I invited both of my cowboy regulars to my room. They both fucked me and seemed to be a lot more relaxed coming to my room, instead of hosting in theirs. Both guys consider themselves str8. But both say they look forward to our yearly fuck. I sure do enjoy sucking, rimming and fucking with both those masculine cowboy studs. One guy is from Austin, TX. The other from South Dakota. Hot fuckers! The second night that I had the room, I decided I wanted to try an anonymous pump and dump in my room. I posted on BBRT.com, Squirt and Craigslist. I posted my KIK number on all the ads. I said in my ad that starting at 11pm, I would have my door unlocked. Just come in, find me ass up, and fuck me. It had to be raw. No condoms allowed. I got my room ready with several bottles of lube and poppers, tissue boxes and wet wipes set on both bedside tables and on the dresser. I also had my own bottle of poppers that I alone would use for the evening. By 10:45p I was douched, showered and had the lights off. At 10:50p the first guy came into my room. He felt my ass and fingered my hole for a minute or two. Then I felt him drizzle some cold lube on my ass and his finger slid some up inside me. His finger was soon replaced by his hard cock. He was a quick draw. He probably only fucked me for a couple of minutes, before he groaned and filled my ass with the first load of the evening. He pulled out, pulled up his pants and was out of the room in all under 5 minutes. At about 11:05p my door opened again. Another guy came in, quickly stepped up behind me, lowered his pants and slid inside me. His fuck was a bit longer. Maybe 10 minutes. Just before he came inside me, I heard the door open again. Another guy had come in. He undressed as he watched the other guy fuck me. And as soon as that guy had filled my ass with his load, the 3rd guy stepped behind me and sipped in my hole. As #3 fucked me, #2 pulled up his pants and left. Guy #3 really pounded me hard. He was really enjoying his ride. He took about 20 minutes of pounding, before he emptied his balls inside me. Within 45 minutes, I had taken the first 3 loads of the evening. I was thinking, "This is going to be a great evening". But then I went for over an hour without anyone showing up. I was starting to get discouraged, but at about 1am another guy walked into my room. I was sitting in a chair, checking emails on my phone. So I just dropped to my knees. He stepped up to me, unzipped and fed me his cock. I sucked him hard. Then I got up, knelt on the edge of the bed and sniffed some poppers, as he removed his shoes and pants. Soon he was sliding his dick up inside my cum lubed ass. He was a rough fuck. Really slamming into me. A good, hard 10 minute fuck finally resulted in load #4 going inside me. After #4 had cum and gone, I checked my emails and KIK. There were 8 messages on KIK and well over a dozen emails and messages on BBRT & Squirt. I replied to them all, giving them all my hotel address and room number. Knowing that usually, just a small portion of the guys that reply, will actually show up. But, you never know? And on this particular evening, I'd say that the vast majority of the guys that replied, actually did show up. As I've learned in the past, here in Las Vegas, as the evening gets later, the anonymous tops seem to multiply. And the str8 guys that have been hanging out at the strip clubs, getting lap dances, are now horny, drunk and tired. They want to shoot a load and get to bed. By this time in the evening, they don't really care about whether the hole is male or female. They just need a warm hole to get them off. From about 1:30am till about 4am, I had a steady stream of horny guys coming into my dark room. I sucked a few, ate a few asses, but most chose to fuck my raw ass. I really have no clue how many loads I ended up taking that night? I totally lost count. But, I'm guessing that I took about 15 or 16 loads in my ass alone, that night. A personal best. Most loads went in my ass. Two loads went down my throat. And one guy jacked off into my mouth. One guy never even made it to one of my holes. He was standing next to me, watching another guy fucking me. He was so turned on, that he sprayed his cum all over us as he watched. One of my regular cowboys that had fucked me the previous evening, came back to fuck me again that night. Even though the room was pretty dark, the majority of the guys seemed to be str8 cowboys. More than likely, even a trucker or two. Since there's overnight 18 wheeler parking on both sides of this motel. I was more than happy to be the hole for them to deposit their straight sperm inside. By 4am, the flow of guys had slowed. So I pulled the duct tape off the door lock. Locked the door and climbed into bed. As you would expect, I woke up the next morning a bit sore, lying in wet sheets, covered with sweet smelling cum. I do have to say, that Rodeo Finals once again was some of the best raw fucking I get each year. There is just nothing I love more than being a cum whore and cum depository for str8 guy loads. Not only was my asshole sore as hell for a couple of days, but I could barely walk, because my thigh muscles were sore from being on my knees for that many hours. But, I'm not complaining. I loved every single minute. And I will do it again in a nano-second when I get the opportunity.

So, the str8 black guy, Raymond, that fucked me with my regular suck/fuck buddy Joe, sent me an email a few days ago. He wanted to fuck me again before he flew home to Seattle on Tuesday. So, I went to his hotel room at MGM this afternoon at 2pm. Raymond answered the door wearing sweat pants and a tee-shirt. He invited me in, closed and locked the door. Then he stepped to his laptop on the desk. He looked through some files on his computer, then started a porn movie on it, turning the screen to the direction of the bed. Then he stood, turning towards me, he pulled open his sweat pants and pulled out his limp, but very ample dick. It flopped outside his pants. "Are you hungry?" he asked. I walked to him, dropped to my knees and began to suck on his beautiful, black cock. It grew slowly as I sucked on it. I pulled on the waistband of his sweat pants, pulling them down as he then stepped out of them and I tossed them aside. I fondled his giant, low hanging balls as his cock continued to grow in my mouth. Then he pulled his cock from my mouth and he sat on the edge of the bed. I crawled over, between his legs. Again taking his giant cock into my mouth. I took all I could down my throat. I'd gag on it and then come up for air. He seemed to enjoy making me gag. He'd push my head down, holding it there, until I'd gag, then let go and let me come up for air. I lowered my head and began to lick and suck on his balls. He lifted his legs, giving be a great view of his beautiful, black asshole. I licked it and flicked it with my tongue. "Eat it, Queer". "You love my black ass, don't you? Eat it. Eat my hole, Fag". His aggressive, demeaning, verbal abuse was turning me on. I did love his black asshole. I love his black cock. I love his black balls. I love making love to his cock, balls and ass. I licked and kissed his hole. I slid my tongue up into it. He let out a soft sigh. As I slid it in again, and again, and again. I spread his ass cheeks and slid my tongue as deeply inside his ass as I could get it. I licked the inside of his hole. My fingers spread his hole and I dove in even deeper. "Eat it, Faggot. Eat my ass". He stood and turned. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he reached back and spread his ass cheeks. Showing me his beautiful hole. I buried my face in his ass and slid my tongue deep inside him again. I was still fully dressed. I was reaching into my pants pockets for my poppers as I continued to eat his hot, black, straight hole. I came up for a breath and took a deep breath of poppers. Then my face went back into his ass and I continued to eat and lap at his hole. Raymond reached back and grabbed the back of my head. Pulling my head deeper into his ass. I could barely breath, since my face was smashed between his ass cheeks. Finally, I was able to pull my head away and gasp for breath. I stood and took off my clothes as I caught my breath. Once I was naked, I took another deep breath of poppers. Ray had turned and was now laying on his back on the bed. I climbed up on the bed, bent over him and took his large cock back into my mouth. I sucked on it as best I could. But it had grown so large and thick, I could get little more than just his mushroomed cockhead into my mouth. As I was sucking on his cock, he reached behind me and was fingering my ass. Yes, I knew that's what he ultimately wanted. My white ass. I adjusted my position to give him better access to my hole. He was stretching my hole open. Getting me ready to take his monster bbc inside me. Raymond pulled himself up, so that he was now laying in the center of the king sized bed. His giant cock was sticking straight up to the ceiling. "Sit on this, fucker. Sit on my dick, you horny little fucker". I grabbed the bottle of lube that Raymond had placed on the bedside table. I squeezed some lube on my fingers and lubed up my hole. I repeated that a couple of times. I knew my ass was going to need to be well lubed to take his monster cock in me again. My ass hadn't fully recovered from his first fuck with me last week. Then I squeezed some lube on Ray's cock and made sure it was nice and slick. I used the small hand towel he had left on the table and wiped the lube from my fingers, so I could open the poppers. I took some deep breaths of poppers as I swung my leg across Ray's body and straddled him. I placed his giant mushroom cockhead up to my hole as I took another deep breath. "What's that shit you're sniffing?", Ray said. "Poppers. You've heard of them, haven't you?" "Yeah, I heard of them. Let me try". I took the lid off and handed him the bottle. He took a couple of sniffs, and handed the bottle back to me. I took one more deep breath of the poppers, then began to slowly lower myself onto him. Oh, FUCK! It hurt. But I was going to take it. I had been waiting all of the rest of last week, waiting to have Ray's bbc inside me again. I was going to take it. As much as it hurt, I continued to lower myself on him. Until I had him fully inside me and could feel his hairy balls against my ass. I held it there for a few moments, so I could adjust to his length and thickness inside me. Finally, I began to slowly raise and lower myself on him. It was now feeling great. And I was loving the feel of his mammoth cock sliding up and down my ass. I was rocking back and forth as I took his cock deep inside me. Ray began to press up into me. Now he was thrusting up into me as I was rocking on it. Finally he took hold of my waist and lifted me. He rose up and pushed me back on my back. He was able to stay fully inside me as we repositioned on the bed. I was now on my back and he was kneeling between my legs. He had pulled my legs up over his shoulders and was now slamming into me. He would slam so hard and deep into me that he would force the breath out of me. I would make a grunting sound with each thrust he took into me. Normally, even with an xxl cock in me, by this time in the fuck, I've completely adjusted to the size and would not be experiencing any pain. But Ray's cock was so mammoth and so thick that with each thrust, it was difficult to know whether to groan in pleasure or in pain. It was an odd mixture of both pain and amazing pleasure. I was both loving and dreading each of his powerful thrusts into me. He rammed my ass in this position for 3 or 4 minutes, then pushed me onto my side. He rolled onto his side, behind me and lifted my leg up to give him easy access to my ass. This position was a bit easier for me, and I began to relax and enjoy each thrust. He pounded me in this position for another 5 minutes. Then he pushed me forward and down. I was now laying flat on the bed, face down. He now really started to ram into me even harder. The pain was now all gone. And I was enjoying each and every thrust he gave me. He was really slamming deeply into me, and his body, as it slammed into me, made a loud slapping sound. I was grunting as the air would be pushed out of me with each thrust. It was rough, but is was so exciting and such a huge turn on to be totally and completely USED by this gorgeous, strong, muscular, masculine straight black God, that I wanted it to never end. I wanted to do nothing more that to be used for his pleasure. To be used to get him off. To be used as his cum receptacle. He slammed deeper and harder and louder into me. Soon, Raymond began to grunt as well. Sweat was dripping from his forehead now and covering me with his sweat. I could feel the wetness between our bodies. He and I were both gasping for breath. Finally he gave me one last and violent thrust of his giant cock and growled. "OH, FUCK...!!!! YOU FUCKING BITCH! Take my load you, Fucking Cunt! Take my load, you piece of shit....OH,...... FUUUUUCCCK...!!!" His body began to shake as his cock throbbed inside my ass. I could feel the cum surging through his cock and into my guts. He was deep up inside my second sphincter. Unloading his hot seed, deep, deep up inside me. My body also began to shake. While I wasn't cumming as in cum coming from my cock. I was shaking in orgasm. His orgasm seemed to go on and on. Each time he would orgasm, it would set me off. And I would orgasm as well. He stopped shaking, but stayed deep inside me for a few moments. HIs hot breath was on the back of my neck, as he began to slowly pull out of me. Each time he'd pull back, it would make me shake in orgasm again. I tried to hold onto him, by squeezing my ass around his cock. But, he slowly did finally pull out and his cockhead came out with a plop. Just as his cock plopped from me, I had my last orgasm. He dropped onto the bed, panting as he caught his breath. I snuggled up to his sweat covered, hairy chest and laid against him as we both breathed deeply. After a few moments, Ray slapped my ass and rolled off the bed. "Fuck, Dave! You are a hot fuck! Who'd have thought a guy could fuck like that? Guess I'm going to have to come back to Vegas soon. I can't find any pussy that can take a pounding like you. Do all guys fuck like you?" he asked? I leaned over and took his softening, cum covered cock into my mouth. My lips squeezed every last drop of his sweet cum and licked his piss hole clean of cum". Then I rose up, laughing, I said "Yeah. Well, maybe not every guy. But, with a dick like yours, you'll have no trouble finding a man pussy to pound. But, my ass is yours anytime you come back. Let me know". I dressed as he went into the bathroom to wash off his cock. He came out of the bathroom as I was putting on my shoes. I stood and he gave me a quick hug. "Damn, buddy. Thanks for the fuck. You'll be my hole of choice, whenever I'm in town", he chuckled as I walked to the door. I'm sitting here writing this. Hours later, and his cum is now trying to make it's way out. My briefs and seat cushion are wet with his cum. But, I'm not wanting to shit it out, yet. I love the feel of having a part of him still inside me. What a fuck! I will gladly give up my hole for him anytime he's in Vegas. What a HOT Top!!!! I've had some great fucks in my life. But, I may have to say this was one of the hottest fucks of my life. I'm so sore right now. I may not be able to take dick for a few days. But it was definitely worth it.

Prelude At eighteen, I got a full summer scholarship to a large theatre company in San Francisco. It was the nineties, and like previous decades, San Francisco remained—undaunted—party central for gays. I hadn't been out long, a few drunk occasions of mutual jacking with my best friend, Perry, in our senior year, admitting to ourselves we were probably gay—"no shit, me too"—and that was that. Right after graduation Perry was off to summer in San Diego. I headed north. During my first few weeks, after renting a small studio in an okay section in the Haight—view of a garage, but a private entrance around the side and in back—I found sex, at least of the vanilla kind, not too hard to come by. Especially available, in those early weeks, were the boys in my classes—a Midwest cowboy, a southern good'ol boy, an innocent Napa crunchy granola type who pined for the San Francisco of free love not just free sex, and, rounding out my list of first attempts, a New York anarchist who's out-and-out-loud-ness wanted to outrage his commie parents. I was much like any of them, my own walking cliché: So Cal beach boy, stoned blue eyes, shaggy blond hair constantly in my face. After Friday's fight class, in the downstairs showers, it was a turn on to show off my contrasting sun-tipped mop with my dark pits and pubes, my sinewy runner's legs, and my butt tat received at the height of Perry's and my bonding before we split. We got identical dreamcatcher tats, mine on my right cheek, his on the left, the weekend we went to check out UC San Diego right before graduation. Next to the stage, showers were my favorite venue. I was smooth everywhere except for the usual places, but also had a patch of fur above my butt crack. Not very tall for a runner, so not an outstanding runner. Strangely, though, I have big feet, so I was always off to a fast start, just not very long legs to beat my competitors. I was good in a dash, but sucked long distance. Checking in a five-seven, in contrast to big feet, I'm not much in the way of dick size, never ashamed but nothing to write home about; a pretty average six and a half, actually, if you must know; circumcised, of course. I was confident enough in my appearance to come on to four schoolmates and bag two of the prettier ones to follow me to my back alley studio. I played up the 'back alley' part, even though I might have been playing someone way above my weight class compared to the hard core men I gawked at all over town—the pierced and severly inked, the collared and cuffed, the 'roided and kilted, the preening suits and the luring leathered. Still, beautiful bodies did these two pretty boys have. Both lean, smooth, gorgeous mouth-fuckable faces, both with the sweetest treasure trail leading to the softest patches of fur above their otherwise hairless cocks. My very conflicted Montana Mormon cowboy, Carson, who packed a very nice cactus in his jeans, and "I'm not really into guys" rich boy, Conrad Wilson III, elegantly raised in Napa Valley. The most luscious grapes come to mind. So far I'd only been with each of them once, but planned encores. Besides feeling each other up in the back alley, and, in Conrad Wilson III's not-into-men's case, getting expertly sucked off slouching against a trashcan, it was pretty introductory, getting-to-know-you sex. In bed, I liked teasing their assholes, but they both shied away from coming anywhere near mine. Probably the fur patch at the small of my back indicated, and rightly so, a prelude to heavy swath of butt crack hair, which put them off. I didn't mind. There was enough to enjoy feasting on them. Like I said, I wasn't that much more experienced, though I let on otherwise. But, if I'm going to be honest, and what do I have to lose at this point in not being scrupulously (or unscrupulously) honest, I have to admit a certain let down playing with these semi-virginal boys. Something soft and tentative the sex was, if you can really call it sex—and I did: at this point I had little to compare it to; what I didn't know yet, I didn't know. Yet. Ultimately, I put them in the category of schoolboy crushes, something late at night I imagine done at boarding schools, almost accidental encounters that didn't mean too much the next day. Nothing I'd write to Perry about. On the other hand. Between classes I kept noticing the Artistic Director of the company, Alan Riggs, examining me. An older man, maybe in his forties, fifties—I'm not good at this kind of thing—fey and lascivious. No beating around the bush. Crisp-lined goatee, mostly bald with a short-cropped crown of graying brown hair. His office was off the common room where we ate lunch. His office had a glass window that overlooked us. Every so often I'd catch him staring at me. If I passed him in the hall he might have an air of detachment, sometimes a half smile, maybe a sniff as he passed; at other times, he'd brazenly stare, curiosity mixed with a nasty gleem. Hello, I'd say more out of discomfort than a greeting. He'd check himself, murmur a non-committal hello, then saunter down the corridor without further engagement. I was guarded when he was around, didn't particularly like him, maybe a bit intimidated by him being the head of the company and all—certainly more than a bit enticed. I knew he had had to approve my scholarship so must have bought into something in my background. I also knew when I was cruised. Being involved in the theater at an early age—a community production of Sound of Music in seventh grade, where, Jerry, the costumer, paid me and my little lederhosen an inordinate amount of attention—I knew my own yearnings and certainly was on the receiving end of older men's expression of it—a take it or leave it glance that could easily become predatory, and just as easily be denied. Riggs' knowing stare inferred more than passing knowledge of my background, my three-page aspirational essay, my handful of credits, my two school drama award and three track awards because, what the hell—his icy stare had a definite dismissive superiority underlining it. I don't know if I'd ever met someone who appeared to know more about me than I would admit, and truth be told, made me feel that way without ever talking to him. I'm hardly dumb, but I confess to the character flaw—when I quite well know better—of acting naive. He cut right through that, was aware of something that perhaps I wasn't, or wasn't ready to face. At beginning of the third week he stopped me in the hall. He seemed to have the encounter rehearsed. The exchange was terse and intimate at the same time. He said he was Alan Riggs, the company's Artistic Director. In the cramped hallway, standing too close, he explained the company, to which the school was attached, was embarking on a revival of one of their most successful plays this fall, and "it would be of benefit if I were to audition for it." First, though, I'd have to—yes, wait for it—come over to his home for a private interview. We could discuss the part and he would provide dinner. Rosemary chicken, if that was acceptable. He said all this in almost one breath. It didn't sound like an offer; not the interview at his house or what was on the menu—I knew I was on the menu. How duplicitous acting can be. I gushed with excitement, knowing what a crock this was, and immediately agreed. "Good boy," he continued, without skipping a beat, "right after your last class on Friday, which is...what?" "Fencing," I answered. "Lovely," he said, "I'm at the top of Lombard Street. I'm sure you know it. Ask Duncan for my address." He turned—message delivered and accepted—and marched back to his office. He added, looking back, arm draped on his door frame, "No need to shower or change. Straight as you are." *** Our fencing instructor, Duncan McCain, was a burly, likable Irish guy. He had a slight brogue, thick wrists, thick neck, slim waist, and killer thighs. Early thirties, I'd guess, wiry red hair, tied back in a ponytail, large, bushy side burns that ended in severe points. I could easy imagine him in a kilt and a leather vest, which I continually had to stop myself thinking about when I was in class. Toward the end of our two hours, he marched between the two lines of our paired-off class. He was strict, even brutal to us boys. If you didn't get his choreography correct, he would call you out and dress you down, however, with the girls he was very fawning. This should have made the boys resentful, but there was something that made us, twice a week, desperate to seek his approval. Suffice it to say, he was extremely demanding and the class was equally rewarding. The studio was typically humid, especially true when the temperature rose outside as it did today. The windows to the street were open but it didn't help. Atypical of June in the city, it was the hottest it had been since I'd arrived. The mirrors were fogged with sweat, dripping as much as me and each one of my classmates. Carson and Conrad, partnered today, glistened magnificently in the afternoon light. Jeremy was a glorious mess in his rebel flag tank top. Joey, his partner, had rivers of sweat streaming down his face, his black hair matted to his scalp. Joey's brown eyes were fierce at some unspoken violence against his partner, Jeremy, ready to tear him apart in the showers or fuck him in a dead-end locker corner. At four-thirty, with a final salute to our partners, we were dismissed. The class raced to the back stairs to the showers in the basement. I picked up my gym bag and headed to the front studio door. I was the last person on the floor, and as I reached the handle I felt a sharp swack on my gym shorts. "Mr. Kennedy," my fight instructor boomed, "next time you come stoned to my class with your beachy, mellow attitude, I'll beat the living crap out of you. I'll not have it. You were careless three times today. I want you on edge, not dull witted." Then to make his point, he barked at me, "En garde!" and threw his blade toward my head. I quickly blocked his thrust, defending myself with a move he'd shown us earlier. When I stopped him, his green eyes brightened, his heavy eyebrows arched. Unexpectedly he lunged his sword straight toward my crotch. I quickly parried, swinging his sword in a full circle. Unfortunately for me, that only increased the momentum of his swing and landed a full, forceful smack on my butt cheek. It stung like a mother fucker! His look took in my shock and outrage. "Yes!" he exploded in triumph, hunching down laughing with his fist to the floor. "That, Kennedy, is the look I want to see on your face!" I said nothing but seethed inside. "Practice more, smoke less," he said, "or it'll be more than a sword that will be whipping yer' buttocks, that I promise you." He strutted his muscular ass over to picked up his gym bag. "Forgot did you? Riggs’s address," he said, fishing through his bag. "And if Riggs gets out of hand. Just in case, mind you." He handed over a note with a Lombard Street address and a packet of condoms. "Not that he takes well to 'em." I guess I shouldn't have been shocked, but I suddenly realized just how loose the talk within the company must be, how blatant my so called 'private interview' was. Maybe I was the only one that didn't know it. Slipping the address and condoms in my pocket, I tried to appear as cocky as he was. "These supposed to be for me or him?" I hoped I wasn’t blushing. "That's the spirit! Nice delivery," he teased. He slowly and gently took the flat of his sword tip and tapped me under my balls. I could have easy blocked him, but I saw he was flirting. I'm sure it was obvious, allowing him to smack me like that, what I felt about him. He smiled a wicked grin, and turned to head off to the showers. I immediately felt a flush of jealously of the boys in class. I knew from the last couple of classes there'd be plenty of towel snapping, initiated most likely by Duncan himself. Hoping to hold him back, I called out inanely, "I will," rubbing the area he smacked, feeling heat emanating from my cheek. As I rubbed, I realized it wasn't just a welt that was rising in my shorts. "You will, what, Kennedy?" he said without turning. "I'll practice." "'...practice, Sir!' you mean." "Yes, practice, Sir!" I repeated. As he crossed to the mirror by the staircase, I saw him focused at the sword rising in my shorts. "Yes, you will practice, Kennedy, or after class you'll be stayin'. Now go. The chicken's waitin' to be skewered," he laughed, then broke into a broad, shit-eating grin before trotting down the stairs.

The Pig in Pygmalion (Night 1) I arrived at the address Riggs had left for me, a triplex at the top of Lombard Street. Tourist's cars lined up at the lip of the street to serpentine their way to the bottom of the hill. I rang the buzzer, a little nervous, still sweating in my tank top and shorts from the fencing class and the uphill walk. Riggs answer wearing white yoga pants and an open Hawaiian shirt revealing a clipped chest of white hair. He was slightly taller than me, maybe three inches, and stood near enough that I could smell fragrant soap. That was bad enough, but thank God he wasn't drenched in cologne or I don't know if I'd have gone in. I spied his shirt pockets hid unusually large nipples. I looked down to avoid staring. It was hard to miss his dick outlining against the thin pant fabric. It was also impossible to ignore the large piss stain ending at his tip. I quickly looked back to his eyes. He could see I was taken aback and smirked. "You can't wear too little in this weather, now can you?" he said, fanning his face, very Southern Bell-like. He shouldered me into the entryway and guided me up the steps to the mid-level of his triplex. In the living room, he started shutting blinds on a view of San Francisco the likes I'd only seen in movies. The room was stark white and cool, growing darker with each shade drawn. I was about to sit down on his white sectionals, when he called out, "Oh, dear, don't sit in here. Not with all that boy sweat on you. Just look at that tank top. Here," he demanded, "give that to me. I'll set it to air out in the laundry room. Hopefully it will dry—or not." He smiled, waiting while I pulled off my top. He was right. I was a sopping mess. Every inch of my top stuck where I pealed it off my skin. His eyes never left me. I felt under the microscope. "Sit your tukhus in the there," he said, pointing to the dining room. As I handed the tank top to him, he put it up to his nose. "Christ, boy! Utterly rank!" he exclaimed, delighted. "I thought you blonds hardly sweat. Come over here. Let me get a smell of you. Oh, now, David." He sadly shook his head. "As your director, you can't pull away before we even start. We have lots of daddy issues to get through, don't we? Yes, yes, I know about you and your family. How daddy cheated on mommy. How conflicted that must make you feel." I felt suddenly more than half-naked before this man. How badly did I want this part? "This is me, David," he said, waving his hand in front of himself. "No filters. It's gotten me this far." He was up close, almost in my face. "If we're going to work together, we're going to have to know each other intimately. But you knew that." He was looking slightly down at me. "Hello," he breathed. "Hello," I responded, reaching out a hand, trying to make a joke of it. "I'm David Kennedy, from..." "Not the Kennedys from Hyannis Port?" "Hardly. A lost stray from Redondo Beach, California." I thought I amused him, but he seemed already bored with the banter. "Yes, yes. All that. Leads in all four years at, what is it, Redondo High? Daddy a philanderer, momma dies last year of cancer. Ovarian. Actors don't hide those feeling, David. They use them." "Wait, what?" I was taken aback, embarrassed, and a little angry. "I don't know where you get off...what you said isn't on my resume, and sure isn't common knowledge." "Of course it's not, it's on your face, angel." He started ticking off on his fingers. "Boyhood friend, Perry, at UCSD in the fall, first love, I’d bet. Would love to have seen that. Already bedded two of the students at school, naughty boy." I know I blushed at that. He tousled my hair, more wanting to know if he could. I guess he could. He took a whiff of my shirt, and in a revelry, slowly recited, "Tattoo of a dreamcatcher on right buttocks. I'll need to see that." I was about to protest again, when he added: "You can thank Duncan for that." I was flustered, off-balance. "I...what gives you..." "Cliché, David. Gives me the right? If I'm offering the lead to an unknown unknown, you don't think I need to play detective to see if you're the good upstanding Boy Scout next door, or a back alley street hustler." Taking a quick whiff of my top, he spat, "By God I wish it was the latter." He regarded me seriously. "Besides. You know there are several nude scenes so we'll have to get comfortable with that. Therefore, tonight, David Kennedy of the Redondo Beach Kennedys, tonight you're not David. 'Boy' is the name of the lead in the play, so Boy you are all night. Now, lift your arms, boy," he ordered. I slowly lift them. He then took two large inhalations in my pits. "Perfect. Like an aphrodisiac, ain't they?" He said mockingly, insinuating the corn-pone character I was auditioning for. "Sniff them yourself, and tell me what you think." I did and found he was not incorrect. In the manner true to the character, but words my own, I drawled, "I always knew I liked the smell of wet pits, mine and others. Locker room smell, when like daddy came in from doing yard work. I’d always been kind of ashamed I liked it. I wonder how you knew that about me." He clapped slowly. "Beautiful. Perfect. Little less southern though. Now, you, being a California boy, you don't wear deodorant, do you?" I shook my head. "You know what's good?" he asked closing the space between us again. "The smell. But you know what's great? The taste," to which he buried his face in one pit, grabbed my shoulder, inhaled deeply and lick my hairs from bottom to top. "Aw, man!" A sharp twinge of shock and excitement overcame me. What started as a tickle, quickly became erotic. "You liked that, didn't you?" he asked. I gave it a second, then nodded. "Good. Step one taken. You're getting the hang of this, ain't cha?" He let me drop one arm but held up the other. Very purposefully he held my shoulder, and while looking me in the eye, slowly let his tongue crawl up my wet pit. It was a power play, so I reached around his neck and held his face in my pit. "Delicious!" he squealed, which made me let go. "I see we're going for hustler—" he said, studying the confusion on my face, "—or is it embarrassed Boy Scout? I can't tell." He paused, puzzled, and then abruptly dropped the scene. "Now then, what would you like to drink? Dinner should be ready in about twenty minutes. Seltzer? Orange juice? I just squeezed a couple of blood oranges before you came." He let innuendo ooze over the words. Again, I was off-balance whether we were still playing. "Good for when it's...hot." I played along as best I could, trying to recover, like what just happened was perfectly normal, happened at every audition. I made out tentatively, "Yes, squeeze me some juice." I thought it might sound insinuating, but it came out, I thought, pitiful. "Two shakes," Riggs said, and cheerfully sped into the kitchen. I looked around, not really know what I was doing there, felt way out of my league, neither gay nor theatrical, wondered how I was going to make it through this. I was relieved though that he was out of the room for a moment. I felt myself getting defensive. The crack about my father was true. He cheated on my mother. The sicker she got the less he hid his infidelities. I hated my father by the time my mom died. She left me whatever was left in her savings, the reason I could rent my little apartment; would have divorced him if she could, but it seemed pointless, so few months or days, and to what end? It was too depressing I stayed with Perry when she went into the hospital, at the end. Perry was the only thing good that year. I think we left each other so abruptly, right after graduation, because he felt my dependency, almost desperation to cling to someone. He encouraged me that San Francisco could be a new start for me, as UC San Diego was for him. Fuck your brains out, he advised. Don't look back. I deflected what Riggs brought out in me, felt sandbagged by it, and needed to steel myself if I was to get through this night. Fuck him, get the part, fucking queen, and live happily ever after in my back alley studio. I suddenly felt righteously judgmental, scanning the old faggot's place. An old, gay man with lots of money, that's what stood out. Really? Cliché 50's body builder photos? Several hung over the sectionals in the living room. Little loin cloths, boys with slick-backed ducktails. Holding spears, or in sailor hats holding thick ropes, fake wrestling poses. All signed. Of course, but wear was the statue of David? Oh, standing next to the staircase leading upstairs. Chandelier at the top of the stairs. The entrance to his bedroom. Fucking Liberace taste of the critically acclaimed. I went over to the dining room window. The sun was setting and I did everything I could to hate the view. The watercolors over the water, the rows of houses with their lights turning on, even a neon bar sign blinking "Bar X" two streets over. God, did I hate this place. So how then could I want it so badly I'd do anything to get it? I looked around at the dining room. A large black and white photograph of a lily, another next to it of a naked black body, sinewy, almost metallic. A brass-plated telescope positioned in the opposite corner at the window, pointing down to the street. I went over and looked through the lens. It framed a tenement apartment above the bar I had noticed. The focus centered on a dingy bedroom window. I turned a nob next to the lens. A large man came into view, fucking something suspended in chains. I looked away. But then curiosity and not a small bit of voyeurism drew me back. Whatever the man was fucking was completely encased in black. It appeared helpless. Except for the butt in the body suit there was no other skin showing. I saw the body was suspended in a sling that had a strap for each extremity. The large man abruptly ended the fuck holding the butt against himself tightly. After a moment released it and sat on a stool facing what he previous fucked. The brass telescope was a beautiful and very precise instrument. I zoomed in to see a close up of the butt of the black clad figure. It didn't register to me at first, but as I adjusted the focus I saw the large man slowly penetrating the butt with his hand. He withdrew his hand and replaced it with his other hand. He repeated this several times then withdrew. He then slipped in fingers of each hand and stretched the hole, and again slipped his hand, this time, up to his whole forearm inside the butt. I looked away for a moment to wipe my eyes, just as Riggs came back into the room with two drinks. "Cheers," he said, handing me a very large goblet. He read the looked on my face with curiously. "Oh, you must have met Mister X," he offered, pointing to the telescope. "Bottoms up," he said, and laughed. I took a sip and although I thought the taste would be familiar, it was extremely bitter. "Organic blood oranges. Different, don't you think?" "Uh, I dunno. I guess it's really strong, or something. Not quite Tropicana." "Oh God, no. Maybe I should get some sugar for you.” "No, it’s okay, I'll getting used to it." I was happy to finally sit at the table where things settled down to what seemed to be turning into a somewhat normal interview. Still, at first it was a struggle to get the image of the man's arm sliding into a butt out of my mind, but chit-chatting about how classes were going, about the revival, about my 'triumphs' in high school, a few plays I liked, some parts, some track wins, did the trick. When I talked about the track wins Riggs grew more interested, leaned across the table. How did I prepare, what winning felt like to me? I surprised myself by how vividly I recalled those meets. I did some gymnastics—Riggs thought as much—but track is really what I liked. Being outdoors, free for a few second putting everything I had on the line, the challenge of individually beating the guy next to me, throwing all I had into the finish line. Seeing Perry in the stands. My dad next to him, and some lady I didn't know. I edited the last part in a pause I hoped he didn't notice. Riggs asked about the apartment I rented, how much I paid, the expenses of the city, how far the apartment was from here. With every sip, I got more relaxed and more energized. Even more, each sip made him more interesting. Maybe it was that he seemed interested in me. That sounds conceited, but it was becoming a two-way street. I thought it was, at least. I saw him more than an old queen, maybe even kind of sexy in an old man who keeps in shape kind of way, especially when my gaze drifted to his yellow stain or the lumps under his shirt pockets. He put on some classical music, which sounded like the most beautiful music I had ever heard. He took my empty drink and went to freshen both of ours. I was surprised how I was getting obviously horny. I glanced around the dining room. There was a poster advertising a museum's Hockney exhibit—two figures, one in red jacket and khakis, and an underwater swimmer in a perfect swimming pool. The rippling water invited, compelled, and magnified the boy underwater in white swim trunks. Out of the living room and dining area, the red jacket provided the only dab of color. At a side table there were the two black and white photos. The one of a beautifully sculpted black man, and next to it the close up of a single lily. Something about the lily seemed, I don't know, strange, erotic. Riggs, shirtless, came back with drinks in hand. He said something about how dreadfully hot it was slaving away in the kitchen. Again with the Southern Bell affectations. I wasn't annoyed as much by the affectation, probably because I finally got a good look at his engorged nipples. As big as a woman's, what in high school we called high beams. They definitely weren't natural, but I couldn't look away. Part of me wanted to feel them, bite them, gnaw on them, nurse them. Before tonight I'd have been revolted by something freaky like that. I was confused but also mesmerized, and then almost as quickly I felt panicked that I even felt this way. As if on cue, the kitchen's smoke detector's alarm went off. For a second I thought it was in my head. My heart raced. But then smoke tendrils rolled out of the kitchen. I jumped up, felt incredibly woozy, and had to steady myself on the back of the chair. "Hang on, boy. I think I burned the chicken," he said. My panic melted into giggle. I couldn't tell you why, but it was the most absurd thing that was happening. He was looked at me, then joined in the laughter, bending over, chortling away. He was much more composed than I, caught his breath, gave me a fast once over, and quickly withdrew to fan out the kitchen. I heard the banging of the stove. He was back, royally announcing, "Apologies, David Kennedy, but dinner is ruined." I was still chuckling, puzzled why I even thought it was funny. "Y'know,” I said, “I'm not really even hungry." "Me neither," he snorted. "Let us retire to the study where we can continue our little interview." “Let us, yes," I said following up the stairs with his and my drink in hand. The statue of David, I flashed passing it at the staircase, had really big feet. *** In his study, I was overwhelmed by walls of photos. Two full walls of them, most signed to him, in appreciation, etc., some more cryptic. They were mostly men, some very young, only a few women. That seemed telling enough. Mixed in with headshots were production shots. One I made out was of Duncan, shirtless, in a dueling scene. I had already been impressed by his arms and pecs in class, but seeing him only in tights—what an enormous muscular butt he had—made me feel a little twinge in my jock. “Duncan is perfect, isn't he?" Riggs said, seeing the photo I was admiring. "A beautiful specimen. Not a great actor, but charismatic as hell. Look at that dimpled buttocks. A massive member. Small balls. I blame steroids. His back is a pockmarked horror, if you're into that kind of thing. And I am into that kind of thing." I laughed uneasily. Riggs measured my reaction, paused, then seriously asked, "David, do you feel that what you desire is worth the risk of what you need to sacrifice to attain it?" Trying to follow the director's train of thought I asked, "You mean Duncan, with 'roids?” I added, carefully, “I was never into that. I was around it plenty, tempted, seeing how it worked on a couple of guys, but I never acted on it." "Well, steroids, no, not that. More taking a chance to get what you want. You'll offer your body, naturally, that comes with the territory, but more important is when you offer your mind, David. Your mind for molding, or more precisely, re-molding. Each role a different challenge. A different you. Something David wouldn't do, but 'boy' would never question." Riggs looked suddenly a little dangerous to me. He tapped my glass, encouraging it up to my lips. "Would you like to see another part of Duncan McCain? Revealed in all his splendor?" I nodded under an increasing spell of agreeing to whatever Riggs's asked. I sat on the black leather couch, while he went to a cabinet and removed a single, black binder from a row of dozens of identical binders. He brought it over, looked at me, said one word: "Floor." The evening shifted at that moment, subtly, but enormously. Just one word. I immediately slid down and sat cross-legged, as Riggs sat on the couch above me. He gently started massaging my shoulders. I was enjoying his touch. I had the binder in my lap, opened to the first page. Duncan, in stunning black and white, more striking than the phony 50's photos downstairs. I was awestruck. Hair released, naked, saber pointed tip down to the stage. His slightly bent dick flopped majestically to one side, his testicles protruded just a bit, right leg on point. A silver ring circled his large yet flaccid cock. My eyes crawled over every inch of his exposed flesh, each stroke of body hair emanating from his armpits, flowing down his chest, dark swirls above his ample meat, his gaze staring straight into the camera, daring me to look away. It was impossible. A voice from far away spoke slowly, hypnotically, "A binder for each man in the company." The voice got closer, whispered in my ear. "Some of the crew, too. They're usually hotter. Kinkier. Next page. Please." I turned the page. On opposing pages, Duncan held a whip, with a naked masked figure whose arms were strapped to a piece of timber shaped in an ‘X.’ The photo on the left was Duncan in a chain harness and leather crotchless chaps about to strike the naked figure. But it was the photo on the right, Duncan completely nude, no costume of any kind, the whip having just hit its mark, leaving him with a swollen hard-veined erection, an erection that thrust in an arch away from his body. The ferocity on his face I had glimpse only in a flash from him early today. That recognition startled me, and caused me to spill a little of my drink on my gym shorts. "Oh, angel, the carpet," Riggs said alarmed, taking the binder and goblet out of my hands. "Enough Duncan for tonight, I think." He rose and put the binder back in the cabinet while I made heavy use of the couch to leverage standing. I was now more than a little woozy. "Look at your shorts, young man,” he scolded. “You'll be sporting a big red stain along with your red stiffy if I don't soak them right now. The shorts. Drop drawer. Now." I did. I was surprised by how easy it was to do everything Riggs directed. Even acknowledging he'd immediately spotted my growing interest in naked Duncan seemed natural. "Now that the pants are off, let me see the tattoo of your," ordered Riggs. I turn and Riggs zeroed in on my welt. “Where the hell did you get that?” he asked incredulously. “In fencing class today,” I answered, feeling it. It was a lot larger than I remembered. “Duncan?” I nodded. “Let me feel. Hmmm.” It was still tender and I pushed his hand away. Feebly I was trying to change the subject. "Y'know, I have to say something, Can I call you Alan?" "You may not,” he replied. I wasn’t sure if he was kidding, but he continued, “You can call me Sir Riggs," he half joked, but quickly turned more serious, "or just Sir, if we’re being informal." He held the shorts up to his nostrils, sniffed the crotch. "You do realized just how delicious you smell, boy?" Even as unsteady as I was, I got the feeling this evening, the less I talked, the more he was interested. I was feeling less each moment like a person, and more like an object, one that had a smell, a scent, but no person beyond the body in front of him. "Under certain circumstance you can call me Rigg Pig,” he continued after a thought, brightening. “Certain friends do, anyway." I looked at him a sideways not getting his meaning. "Boy,” he said, stroking my neck, “you'll soon see other sides of me, when we establish more trust. And I can tell I'm going to have the pleasure of showing you other sides of you don't know. If you allow me. Will you allow me?" I was puzzled and hazy, for he added after a pause, petulantly, "Oh, you must see I have an uncontrollable piggy side that wants to devour you, don't you?" He closed the space between us. He sounded almost hurt. "You mean the pit thing?" I offered, trying to remain steady and neutral. I wasn’t liking this being treated like an object thing. I wanted to be on top of it, fight it. Something snapped in my brain. Maybe it was a revival of the game we played downstairs. Instead of getting defense, I said, "Nah, I kind of liked it, to tell you the truth." I sniffed my pit, then shot out something that I didn't know if I believed, but said anyway. "Honestly, I wished you were a little ranker, if you really want..." I raised an embarrassed hand to my mouth. I couldn't believe I blurted that out. But even as I was saying it, I knew it was true. And so did he. He beamed having gotten something he wanted out of me. Some confidence. I suddenly saw myself clearly as he saw me: an eighteen-year-old skinny blond kid, standing in his jockstrap in front of a man he hardly knew, who wore a white cotton drawstrings with a yellow dick stain on his crotch, had big titties, admitting he preferred rank men that stank. He looked at me anew. Not only calmly, but a bit endearingly. At first I bristled like a colt feeling its first saddle. But after a second gathering of my thoughts, I found his gazing affirmation, admitting a fundamental corruptibility, reassuring. I realized I didn't mind the situation, in fact, I started to feel it was full of potential, something I might actually want. Shaking a bit of the buzz out of my head, I said, "Sir, I remember, what I wanted to say: what's in this drink? This buzz isn't from some bloody blood oranges, is it?" He closed the final gap between us, putting both hands on my naked shoulders. "GHB." He scrutinizing my reaction again, all the while pressing his groin into my jock. "Do you like the way you feel?" "I do, but I don’t know what GHB is." "When I'm first getting to know an actor, I like to be comfortable, feel their reactions, and see their limitations. G opens them up to me. The only way we got anywhere tonight is when you opened yourself up to me. Mentally and physically." He reached between us and pinched my nipples. "Nice. So far you haven't flinched at all.” "No, Sir. I think I like it, but I don't understand why. That hurts a little but I like what you're doing." His pinches became more forceful. I felt my dick start to rise. "It gets me hard and admit things I wouldn't say." "The last you need to know is why you're saying things. Only that you say them honestly. 'Why' is for the brain. To act upon your desires, that's here," he said, slipping his hands down my jock, feeling the swell, and forcing my rising cock to point unwillingly down. "Mmm,” I moaned lightly as he touched me. “Your nipples. How'd they get that way? Why do they looks so tempting?” "Again with why. Would you like to have your nipples as big as these?" I nodded. "Good boy. Let's start now.” Then, another single command I had to follow: "Come."

February 20th, 2007, my birthday. I’d been chatting with my gifter for a while. I knew that I wanted it, but I was also afraid. I had thought about it often, but always backed out. He was into chems, fisting, and was poz (REALLY POZ). We had talked on the phone for a while, sharing thoughts, ideas, crazy things that might happen or did happen in our lives, how he had been pozzed, etc. I was a good intelligent man, who just happened to love taking cock. We talked about how he felt when he was fucking, and how much I’d love it, when he seeded my hole. I can see now that he was seducing me to the idea of taking his poz loads and I was eating it up. Taking advantage my weakness, my willingness, but it was ok. I think in my mind it was just a fantasy and the things we talked about weren’t really going to happen, even though I was sort of hoping it would. I wasn’t really going to submit my body to the ravages of HIV; it was just talk, right? So I booked the hotel and the flight to Portland. I arrived that morning, it was raining, but there he was waiting by the baggage claim. He looked more real that I had imagined him to be. Funny how I thought he would have horns, or a dark shadow clinging to him. We got on the tram together and headed to his house. He said it was close. I was nervous now, but he calmed me and told me everything was going to be ok. He’d watch out for me and to trust him. We took the short walk to the house, and he showed me the shower and told me to clean out. I took my time and did a good job, preparing myself for him. When I came back to the kitchen, he had the meth out and was measuring it, mixing it, putting part of it into a needled syringe and part into a syringe that didn’t have needle. I watched fascinated almost hypnotized. I had never seen anything like this before in real life, only on the television. He then looked at me and asked if I was ready. I was scared, but somehow thought it would still turn out to be just a fantasy and that he’d shoot himself up and that would be that. After all, I don’t do drugs. I put on my underwear and followed him out the back door, to a garden shed in the back yard, my soon to be birth chamber. Inside the small shed was a portable heater on the floor, a roll of paper towels, some shelves with dildos and lube, and a sling. I had never been fucked in a sling before, so that was going to be a first for me. The first of many firsts, which would happen to me on that day. He helped me slide into the sling, and adjusted me, so my ass was at the edge and easy access for his use. My feet were pushed through the straps, making certain I wasn’t able to pull myself out of the sling. My head was slightly lower than my ass, but I didn’t think anything of it at the time. Guess, he didn’t want anything to leak out. My cock was hard and standing up, ready for action. He made certain that I was well situated in the sling, and was comfortable since I was going to be there a while. He reached over and got the syringe that didn’t have the needle in it. My hole was still a bit loose from the douching out, so I didn’t struggle much when He inserted into my ass. He pushed down on the plunger saying “This might burn for a bit.” He then walked around to my head and adjusted the straps that went around my wrists on the chains by my head, to make certain I was secured in place. I pulled on the straps experimentally, I was pretty comfortable and my cock was hard, thinking about getting fucked in his sling. I leaned my head back in the sling and tried to relax. I closed my eyes and felt the “burn” he was talking about, but it felt very good. He told me “You’ve just had your first booty bump.” I tried to concentrate on the feeling of my heart beating and the burn in my ass. The temperature seemed to jump and my heart was racing, when I realized that he had slipped his cock into me. It felt so good that I laid back and willed my hole to open to take more of him into me. The fact that he was fucking me bare and was poz only made it hotter somehow. It didn’t seem real; like it was happening to someone I was watching on a porn film. I don’t remember his first load into me, but my body did. All of a sudden, my hole started clenching and pulling, milking his cock with every muscle in my being. I was being impregnated by His seed, and all my body knew was how much it wanted it. It just felt so good to feel his cock inside of me, breeding me, making me his boy, my body instinctively pulling it deeper inside of me to grow. I have no idea how long he fucked me or how many loads he gave me, when he pulled out and fingered me a bit. He moaned at how sloppy my hole was and how open it was. He then walked around to the side of the sling; He tied the sling wrist straps down securely. I was still out of it some, my body screaming for His cock. The fact that I was naked in a garden shed, with a small heater, in February, didn’t matter, I felt hot and flushed and oh so very horny. My head was rolling from side to side and my eyes were closed, but I could hear him moving around. We had talked earlier on the phone about a fantasy of mine. He pulled out a red bandana from somewhere, put it between my teeth and tied it around my head. “Look at me,” he said. I opened my eyes, and watched as he tied His arm with a rubber tube, then took the meth loaded syringe, found a vein and stuck it into his right arm. He pushed the plunger down about halfway, I watched fascinated as the semi-clear liquid went into His arm. He held it there for a few seconds, breathing deep, and then pulled the plunger out, and I saw the red tint of His blood start to mix with the remaining meth to fill the syringe. He pulled off the rubber tube with his teeth. I looked at His face, it wasn’t an expression, I recognized, and his eyes glittered like they were made of black glass. He reached over, tied the rubber tube around my arm, making my veins stand up, and started examining my arm, looking for a good vein. I remember, trying to say “No, no”, but the bandana was muffling my voice. He found the vein and said, “Here”. I remember tightening up a bit, but He had a firm grip on my arm. “Don’t move!” He commanded and for some reason that I still don’t understand, I obeyed him. My eyes widened as I saw him put the needle into my vein and I remember shaking my head from side to side. I started to breathe hard, fast shallow breaths through my nose. This is real! It is going to really happen! I was staring at the blood/meth filled syringe when he said “Look at me.” I looked in his eyes and felt him push the plunger down. He pulled out the needle, massaged the vein for a moment and then untied my gag. I looked at my arm, where I had been injected, and started to freak out. “Oh God, what have I done? What have I done? Help me! Jesus, help me!” I was crying out. I was panting in my terror. He looked at my face and pulled off the rubber tube, allowing the meth and his toxic blood to flow throughout my body. His bugs already starting their deadly work as they barebacked on the meth. He didn’t say a word as the drug took hold of my mind and body. He just walked down to my spread legs, shoved his hard cock into my hole, wrapped his arms around the chains of the sling, started pinching his nipples and began fucking me with full deep strokes. I looked deep into his glittering eyes. I’m sure he saw the horror in my eyes quickly turning into lust as he smiled and said the words I’ll never forget, “It’s too late. It’s too late” At that point, I realized he was right, it was too late. I wasn’t going to escape; I was going to be poz from this day forward. As, my mind tried to cope with that reality, he was delivering another load of seed into my body, and my ass was pulling and flexing, milking every drop into me. The drugs were hitting me hard and only one thing mattered; that was taking every drop of cum from my Father’s balls into me. “Please, please take my last neg load. I give it to you; I want you to have it. Help me give it to you.” I had to cum for him. Right then, the cum leaked out of my soft cock, He saw it, scooped some it up with his two fingers and put them into my mouth to suck clean. “This is the last neg load you’ll ever have.” And then he scooped some up, put the fingers into his mouth, and licked it clean, taking it into his body. My second load came just moments after my last neg load. He repeated the process, only this time; I was shaking, moaning, and begging for his cock. “Is this my first poz cum?” He looked down at me still fucking and said “The first of many, to spread to others.” Which wasn’t true, but in my fucked up mind, I swear that I could feel the bug swimming in my cum. “Yes Father, yes, I want to spread you to others. You’ll live forever in those I breed, just like all those who came before you live in you. Just like you’ll live in me. As I cum in them, part of my seed will be yours.” There was more talk, some of it I remember, some of it only comes to me in my dreams. The drug filled haze of my body and mind, made me into a cum whore. All I wanted was his cock and to be filled over and over with his seed.

Any other guys experience a link between barebacking and being an exhibitionist? When I made the decision to only fuck bareback, I found myself becoming an exhibitionist at the same time. Even at the baths, I NEVER close my door when I fuck - prefer to fuck and breed guys on the fuck bench in the public area where other guys can watch. Love being videoed even if i have not control over where the vids end up. Fucking raw and being exhibitionist both feel liberating, so they kind of go together. Any other guys have this experience?

For me, that's the hottest story on here! Thank you for making me cum over and over again reading this!

Part 2. The full moon and twinkling stars illuminate our way to the Gents which is all in darkness, has no doors so is just a straight forward walk in, modesty wall and as we turn the corner into the urinal area the strong smell of stale piss wafts over me and my cock throbs in my pants. My eyes adjust and I can just about make out the outline of 7 or 8 men partially visible by moonlight streaming through a slot of a window high up on the wall. There is no talking just a couple of guys making out and the others with their cocks out wanking. I push Andrew past a few guys and know his fate is sealed as I undo his jeans button and lower the zipper. My fiancé’s urgent rock hard cock proudly juts out and I automatically bend forward, open my mouth wide and to take him to the root with fabric and pubes pressed to my nose. Immediately hands are all over Andrew as his trousers and tighty whitey briefs fall around his ankles. I stand up, wriggle down my trackie bottoms and push Andrew down to take care of my rock-hard cock by shoving it down Andrew's throat in one go, choking him with every thrust. The moon light highlights the tears in his eyes as he gurgles and struggles for breath but is quickly distracted is the men’s wear guy Scott from the clinic was the first to manoeuvre behind Andrew and I watch as he looks directly into my eyes, put a finger to his mouth and slowly sucks it in and equally slowly pushes out. I can see saliva glistening all over his finger as passes that finger down outta sight an obviously rams it knuckle deep in Andrew’s hole. Amid the silence of the forest you can hear from round my thick uncut 7” cock a sharp intake of breath and as I look down into his face I see in Andrew’s eyes that he’s begging for more as Scott’s finger or fingers saw in and out of my boy’s cunt. From the darkness, I make out the muscly shape of a man I presume to be the other guy from the clinic, Adam, who kneels down on the filthy floor and starts to lap at Scott’s fingers making sure Andrew’s hole is lubed for action. My man pulls off my throbbing cock just in time to prevent me from cumming…”Awwwe” he says squirming around on the fingers deep inside his hole, “fuck mate let up eh, your fingers hurt, it feels like you are scratching and ripping my insides to pieces.” From stumbling across the Raw Top website a few months ago, creating an account, logging on to read all the conversion stories I knew all too well what was happening and why. Scott smirks, “If you in need something else in there, then tell me you want me to breed your cunt”. “Breed me sir” Andrew says whimpering between Scott ravaging his cunt with his fingers as I push his head down on to my cock again thrusting harder each time and made sure he’s all the way down to my balls. At the same time, Scott pulls himself upright spreads Andrew’s cheeks apart and rests his 9” but thankfully thin hard cock in his crack. As I reposition myself so I can see over Andrew’s back for a better view, so does Scott…just enough for the moonlight to show off a biohazard tattoo to the right and a scorpion to the left at the base of his cock letting me know, if I allow him to fuck my boy, it will be Poz sperm spewing into his guts. I can’t help but stare at the tattoos and involuntarily, almost in a trance, nod my approval. Scott rubs the circumcised exposed head around Andrew’s hole no doubt dribbling diseased precum at the entrance and next I see him shuffle ever so slightly forwards and backward teasing my boys hole. I strain forwards for a better look and see that mushroom head nudge in and then ease out pulling Andrews arse lips in and out with his movements as their vice like grip refuses to let this poisoned rod go. Other than my heart pounding in my chest and Andrew’s warm inviting mouth around my cock I am mesmerized as Scott nods and in one hard thrust slams his cock into him balls deep and begins a piston pump fucking my man as I stare down at Andrew and instinctively pinch his nose to close off his air supply, “let’s put on a show” I say as we get this full on spit roast going with Andrew taking it hard both ends. The lack of air, combined with what was happen had Andrew feeling a little dizzy and me too as Adam whispers in my ear. “He looks like he loves being used” “Yeah he’s my cumpdump alright” I reply “And will he know everyone here is positive?” Adam asks “I won’t be telling him. He loves bareback though” I reply. “OK you two ramp up your little show for us and we’ll get the party started” announces Adam. This prompts Scott to become verbal as Andrew get pounded from both ends. “You ready boy for your breeding…getting ready to knock you up” as Andrew affirms with a grunt as tears and snot run down his face…” for a second time, you see I cum multiple times and have already dumped one dirty load in your guts.” Andrew is concentrating so hard as he bounces around keeping my cock down his throat and the incessant pounding form Scott that I don’t think he comprehends the meaning of “dirty load”.

Part 1. Three months on from our slutty holiday where my hunky 21-year-old fiancé Andrew took 7 anon raw cocks in a week we decided perhaps it would be best to get tested, so here we are at the clinic to pick up our test results. I got the all clear from the doctor, a lecture on safe sex and to think long and hard about joining the latest Prep trials…As I join the waiting area Andrew is in deep conversation with a cute guy his age whom I recognised from the men’s wear section of the major store in town and a man-mountain tattooed, pierced and muscly builder type. They all had their phones out and appear to be exchanging numbers. “All clear, still negative” I say as I sit down next to Andrew and give his thigh a squeeze, but before he can speak his name is called out and off he goes. I can’t help but overhear the two guys’ overly loud conversation…was it intentionally so for me to hear…just what had Andrew told them? “Yeah Roudham Heath Rest Stop is the place to go tonight if that guy wants to get knocked up eh Scott.” “Yep, you’re right Adam and I know just the guys to do it!” I squirm in my seat and adjust my cock as it grew hard, the guys lookmy way with shit eating grins all over their faces…they nod to me and wink, “see you there?” I must be turning bright red as I feel flush but my mind is racing ahead and know if I want to get Andrew pozzed up here was the ideal opportunity so nodded “YES” as I flip open my phone, jump on BBRTS and type in Roundham Heath. When I look up Andrew is stood in front of me, “Let’s go” he says “I don’t need a lecture on Prep and the dangers of anything other than safe sex.” And as we leave I cannot help but notice my fiancé is looking over his shoulder at the two guys. On the drive home, we discuss our Negative test results and what we would have done had it been different. “would it have been so bad if it had been Poz? ‘Coz then we could fuck who we like and just take a few pills each day if what the doc says is true, that it will be something else that kills us and not HIV.” I can see just by talking about being Poz is a turn on as Andrew is rubbing his crotch kneading his cock to hardness and silently I vow to go out on the hunt for some random anon action tonight. It’s nine pm now and having showered and cleaned out we pull into the Rounham Heath Rest Stop off the main road with the toilet block nestling between the fir tree forest and already there are a good number of cars and trucks there, waiting.

Hey guys. Possibly going to open up a tumblr page for some hot poz stuff. Want to find the hottest. Woukd appreciate any shares. Im sure ither guys would to. I have a vid of me being pounded bb buy a + hit as fuck dude bouncing around there somewhere. Im gonna try and load that up. And as always, anyone want to breed my ass in person amd make a vid hit me up. Live in Mass. Open to all loads

loaded a young college boy this morning. felt that toxic load leave my cock and blow deep in his hole.. He is ready and willing. Hope that was his conversion!!!

The 1st session of 2017. Bred and fisted by two tops. Went to their place and stripped off and cleaned out. Chatted for a while then started sucking one top and getting him hard, the other top doesn't appear until I'm warmed up and blindfolded (for some reason I'm not allowed to see him....horny indeed) so I get blindfolded and bent over the bed, arse in air, 1st top lets 2nd top know I'm ready. In he comes no wasting time hole lubed and starts fucking and fisting me whilst 1st top is playing with my tits and keeping me poppered as I suck him. This goes on a for a while fucking , fisting then a large toy comes out and things move up a notch. Eventually 2nd top comes deep inside and leaves. 1st top is gagging for it by now and immediately starts fucking me and breeding my hole. he comes as well leaving another load deep inside. We chill out have a coffee and chat, after about 30 mins I say you guys ready for round 2. And off we go again, pretty much a repeat of the first round with top 1 finishing me off doggy style. so 4 loads and a satisfied arse, a very pleasant way to spend an afternoon....and looking forward to the next time.

Friday cont.. I padded down stairs in a pair of workout short and opened the front door and was shocked. There was my wife, and a man and woman who I did not recognize at all. The 3 of them marched into the house brushing by me and my dazed look. I followed the group into the living room feeling slightly awkward as I had no underwear on and still smelled a bit of sex and sweat. My wife approached me and kissed me gently on the lips and greeted me, then lent in close to me ear and began whispering. My mind went cloudy and I realized why the voice on the phone sounded familiar. As she leaned away I nodded, and removed my short, walked over and laid with my knees on the floor and my chest on the ottoman. “Wow they really did a number on you and got results. I am impressed. “ she stated “ So long story short I am divorcing you, this is Michelle my soon to be wife, and this is Andre….but we will get to his role.” While she was talking Andre was removing his clothing. He was amazing. Dark tan skin and hairy all over. Looked Turkish or somewhere there about. It was when he dropped his pants and revealed an 8 inch soft uncut thick cock that I began to get hard. While I was distracted by this my wife had pulled papers from her pocket book and set them on the floor in front of me. I could feel Andre move around behind me and start licking my hole, his tongue was wide and it felt so good. My cock that had already sot started to get hard and a moan escaped my lips. “hehehe good boy, I knew your were gay from the moment I said ‘I do’, I just didn’t realise I was too. So this is how this works. These are the divorce papers. Very simple, I just want out. 50/50 split of finances and you can keep the house. Michelle is a lawyer and has a much nicer one anyways. So just sing here and here and we are al but done” While she was talking Andre moved his body up and had positioned his cock at my hole and started to push. All the training with buttplug and spit and what felt like a river of precum leaking off his cock allowed for an almost painless entry. I started to grunt as a pen was put in my hand and I looked down at the paper work. Andre was polite enough to slow down while I initialed and signed. “Good thanks, and I have one more gift of sorts for you, but we can do that after Andre finishes” With that Andre sped up his fucking ramming my ass and making me groan and squeal , I could feel his sweat running don and into my ass crack acting as a salty lube for his gigantic cock. Michele my wife….ex-wife’s soon to be wife was now taking a video form her phone of the event. Sweat was in my eyes and all I could do was to beg for Andre to fuck me harder and shoot that big load in my hole. He grabbed my hips and jack hammered away he finally grabbed my shoulder and slammed me so hard on his cock I felt him break past the second ring making me scream in pain as his cock grew ever bigger and pulsed in my ass. My first time having a cock in me and it was raw and breeding me, spilling a gallon of cum in my battered hole. “Perfect, let’s go” With that My ex and her girlfriend got up to leave, Andre pulled out with a slushing plop and wiped off on my short and joined them. I was left panting, my hand reached around to my battered hole and scooped up some of the cum leaking out, there was noticeable sign of blood, I brought it to my lips and cleaned my fingers, going back for more. I rubbed it all over my face and cock and jerked myself to a screaming orgasm shooting all over my body and face. And with that I passed out for a bit. I was awoken a bit later by my phone going off. The Ex had sent me the video Michelle sent. The first few seconds showed a pic of Andre from some escort magazine, then it faded to me. Panting and heaving in my living room. That camera panned around to Andre’s thrusting back starting at his shoulders and moving down and that is when I knew what my wife meant. On his back starting just below his shoulder blades was a giant bio hazard tattoo with a scorpion at each of the tree points. My mind whirl and I just passed out again not knowing what else to do….

Friday I woke up sore and foggy and wasn’t feeling well so I called into work to give myself a break. As soon as I hung up I passed back out and didn’t wake up until I heard a repeated knocking at my door. Getting out of bed I padded downstairs and cracked open the door to see Tom my neighbor standing there sweating and panting a little. “Hey saw your car was still in the driveway after my run and wanted to check in on ya , and see what was up” I opened the door and let him in, only after realizing I was naked. Tom walked in wearing just a tanka nd basketball shorts and sat down on the couch. I asked if he wanted anything to drink and he said sure. I grabbed one of the bottle from my fridge and brought it to him. “Nothing for you? Come on don’t let a guy drink alone” Tom joked Padding back to the fridge I grabbed a bottle and went back into the living room where some was casually sipping at his bottle. I looked at him and raised the bottle to my lips and took a swig. This batch tasted different , stronger somehow. My tongue came alive and I groaned and just tilted my head back draining the bottle quickly and panting and wiping the drips from my mouth. “Tastes good doesn’t it? Better if you get it fresh after it is made though.” Tom spoke as he pulled his tank off. The scent of his sweat filled the rooms. I walked over to him standing naked in front of him my cock came alive and began to throb and drip. Tom looked me in the eyes and nodded putting his hands behind his head. I dropped to my knees. My arms going about his waist as my face nuzzled his furry pits and made mewing noises. My tongue stuck out and licked digging deep and tasting him. “MMmmmmmm good boy, glad those tapes are working. You have come a long way so fast. That’s it lick those pits clean. Be good boy and clean me out.” I continued licking his pits until he pulled my face up and locked eyes with me. His blue eyes held me and I stared as he dribbled spit form his mouth. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick it off his chin and then thrusting into his mouth. We both moaned into the kiss as our tongues battled and hit scent and spit filled my mouth. I wanted more of him. This sexy fucker making out with me on my couch. Tome stood up and kicked off his shoes and sock and dropped hi short reveling a stunning 9 inch long uncut cock dripping. I made to walk back up to the bedroom and Tom shook is head and lead me to the garage. The smell of grass and dirty and car triggered a moan from my lips. Tom present a familiar brown bottle and I grabbed it. Looking into his eyes again he nodded slightly and I inhaled,4 times I breathed deep. On the fifth onto Tom told me to hold it and turn around and bend over the lawnmower. As he bent down and dove into my ass I exhaled, the combination was intoxicating. My ass ground into him his tongue fucking my hole and making me moan. Tome stood up and leaned over me, his sweat covered hairy body covering me, his mouth pressed to my ear, his hot breathe his rock hard cock touching my hole. “What do you want neighbor?” I was unable to form words. The bottle appeared at my nose and I took another hit, and another, on my third Tim instructed me again to hold and only to exhale when I could commit to what I wanted. Thoughts raced through my head and I knew what I wanted. Exhaling I shoved back hard impaling myself on his raw dick. Scream moaning in pain pleasure and the intrusion with little lube and began thrusting back hard jamming my ass on his cock . Sweat was dripping form him and me, I ran my hand over my smooth chest and licked it off. Tom pulled me of spun me around and growled. His thumb went into my mouth pulling it open and he spit directly into my mouth, then slapped me as I swallowed. I jumped and wrapped my legs around him my ass hanging off the back of the mower he began thrusting deep into my hole raping me and telling me what a good fucking whore I am and how he can’t wait to shoot a load deep in my ass. His thrust became faster and harder my mind was spinning and my cock was throbbing, he slammed my prostate and before I knew what was happening cum was erupting out of my cock, my first orgasm in 4 days coating my face and chest. Before I even stopped shooting my hand was there. Wiping it up and feeding it to myself cum in my mouth on my body and as Tom sped up fucking I begged for his load in my ass. He was fucking me so hard the mower was hitting the wall, a constant banging to match his thrust. “So close, you ready slut you ready for this load!!!!?” Tom growled at me I nodding and he thrust one more time and the world stopped making sense. My arm hurt and my head hurt and I was cover in cum and my bed sheets, I dragged myself up off the floor panting and hornier then ever as I continued to wake up. The pounding came again and I realized it was the front door….

Ok, I'm gonna get this started. After our vacation when Andrew took 7 raw cocks in a week, he became addicted to the feel of random Grindr boys fucking his hole raw. Even moreso, he was addicted to feeling their cocks breeding his hole so I could fuck his sloppy seconds afterwards. However, Andrew started to become more devious about it. He started to use Grindr on his own and talk to guys behind my back, as opposed to our usual joint profile. He figured, whats the harm? I love seeing him take it raw, so why not just take it whenever I'm not around as well when he needs a load balls deep in that somehow, still tight hole. Andrew signed onto his discreet Grindr profile, entitled "Raw ass 4 cum". His photo a simple shot of his chest and abs. Immediately the messages started coming in. One drew his attention right away. A white trash type of guy, late 20's, white, taller than him at 6'3" and with a 6 pack. The guy's profile also said he was packing 8" thick. What the profile didn't disclose was that he was poz and not on meds. He loved to prey on innocent little twinks. They began to talk and discovered they only lived about 10 minutes apart. It was late, and Andrew, still living with his parents couldn't host or sneak his car out of the garage. So Mike, his new friend came up with the solution to pick him up down the road. Andrew became a bit trepidatious but accepted. He showered quickly and told me he was going to sleep as he snuck out of the house. Within 20 minutes, Andrew and Mike were in the car and began to talk. Andrew couldn't take his eyes off the gorgeous man in front of him, knowing he was about to become his cumdump. Mike, however, had his gears turning in his head on how to poz this cheating little slut. When they arrived at Mike's place, Mike immediately got comfortable, removing his shoes, socks, and hoodie leaving his abs and crotch V for Andrew to gawk at as he walked about, commando, in basketball shorts. Mike told Andrew to have a seat on the couch and he'd grab them some drinks. Andrew, feeling overdressed now, in his hoodie and jeans, decided to strip down to nothing but his tight boxer briefs which couldn't hide his rock hard 7" uncut cock. As Andrew stripped down, Mike poured their drinks. He knew this was going to be easy but he wanted to make it even easier. Mike slipped a little something extra into Andrew's drink so he can really use this little whore. Mike joined Andrew on the couch, commenting on how hot he is. Mike chugged his drink and Andrew, taking the hint, did the same. Mike pounced on top of my fiancé and they began to make out. Andrew was running his hands all over Mike's body and moaning. Mike quickly whipped out his rock hard 8" cock and shoved it down Andrew's throat, choking him with every thrust. Mike and Andrew, both enjoying it. Andrew with tears in his eyes as he felt that poz cock cut off his breathing, but begging for more with his eyes. Mike thrusted harder each time and made sure to go to the balls. The lack of air, combined with what was in the drink had Andrew feeling a little dizzy. Mike pulled his cock out of Andrew's throat and watched as he slowly passed out on the couch. Immediately, Mike flipped Andrew onto his stomach and ripped his boxer briefs off his body. Mike began to finger Andrew and couldn't believe how tight his ass was. He was gonna tear this hole up and love every second of it. Mike spit onto Andrew's hole and onto his cock and slammed his cock into him. Balls deep, Mike moaned as he loved Andrew's warm silky hole wrapping around his cock. Mike began to fuck him hard, pulling nearly all the way out and forcing his cock back in. Mike was enjoying my fiancé's raw hole and I had no idea that he was taking raw poz cock. Mike could already feel his orgasm building. Not being too worried about getting another load off, Mike plunged his cock deep into Andrew and bred his neg hole. Mike pulled his cock out and began to take pictures of my boy, naked, bred, and unconscious on his couch. To be continued...

I looked around me n saw a sea of moaning, sucking n fucking men, some yeah fuck mes n skin smacking against skin. I was then helped up on jello legs, held up, gave a bottle of water that I downed n I was told that I had passed out on about the 5th dick shot its load in both ends. I was weak, dripping cum n my mouth tasted like ass n cum. I was led to the couch n told to take it easy for a few n Erik, Jon ntaylor sat w me layed across the 3 of them. I watched the screen as the camera man showed men sucking n fucking n moaning as close ups of asses being fucked n loads spewing all over really got me going again. They noticed I was getting turned back on, I felt their hands on my body again, their dicks pressed against me, I moaned as Erik started playing w my dick, Taylor had another syringe pressed to my hole as I pushed my hole onto it knowing what was cumming . Damn Neal I had no idea u liked the cock muchlesspnpedd, or I would invited u over n we would have had u over n partied on this ass then. I said, I would've too if I knew this made me want dick so bad, my shyness disappears n this cock crazed fag appears n my fantasy's take over. I'm so spun I'd take on any dick, IDC as long as it fucks me n feeds me cum. The new booty bump was mixed really strong n I was told it was time for round 2. It hit me like a freight train, the 3 guys I've known the longest wanted to do me next. We were on the floor, sucking each other n feeding off the Tina n years of wanting each other. They then turned their attention to me as I worked on their dicks. Yeah we're going to make that sloppy hole even sloppier n craving even more cock. Taylor started licking my hole, getting as much cum out of me as he could, then came up to me n shared a mouthful of cum w me in a deep kiss. I took it all, sucking his tongue. He then put my legs on his shoulders teased my charged up hole, he said, now my turn to breed that ass I saw strutting around at work. I looked at him n said y u think I was moving it. I wanted y'all to take the hint n fuck me. Taylor's dick was 9", good thing I had been stretched n lubed by cum cuz nothing was gonna stop that dick from plowing me cuz we both wanted it. I told him to shove it all the way in n wait, I felt him push against my hole n all the way to the balls in me

I remember it being like a fever, knowing I was going to get some cock. I'd rush home from work, change clothes and get over to the theater showing straight porn. It was full of straight and gay men, with everything in between, too. Some men would be jerking off in the seating area, but the back of the theater was the best place to cruise. Sucking cock was common there, but if you wanted to fuck you usually went to the toilets. I remember one tall blond man in a suit with a wedding ring who I cruised in the back. We headed for the toilets, but he pulled me into the unused lady's room instead of going into the men's room. We were all over each other as he got his suit open, then I went to my knees. I sucked his long cock, then he pulled me up and bent me over the counter by the sink. He fucked the hell out of me and shot a big load up my ass, just as I had hoped. We looked at each other as we got our clothes back together, I think we both wanted to find a way to meet again. But we were both too closeted for that. I'd call it ships that pass in the night, except that these two ships had a major fluid exchange. Maybe Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind. That would have been a good porn title, wouldn't it?

I had been waiting patiently for my sons 18th birthday. It was finally almost here. Two more days. Two more days till he would finally be of some use to me. Until now the pathetic little emo brat had been nothing but a burden. But in two days he would finally start fufilling some purpose and no longer be a total waste of his daddy's cum. Granted, I had only had to look after him for the last two years, but it was a hassell. I knocked his mother up when were 17. I tried to make her get an abortion, but her parents wouldn't let her. Some religious bullshit reason. When I was 18, I was sent to prison for 15 years for armed robbery trying to get money to take care of the "accident". So yea I blamed him for being incarerated. Prison changes you. I entered as a teenage punk and left a hardened ex-con. The first five years I was a prison bitch, owned by the toughest fucker in the joint. He claimed me the second day I was in there, raping me in the showers. For five years I gave up my pussy to him and anyone he sold me to. Then he got shanked in the yard. Another guy tried to claim me, but I was older, wiser, and stronger. I fought for myself this time, and earned some respect. Soon I had my own prison pussy, a scrawny little bitch. I owned him until I was released. When I got out, I was able to find a shitty job and managed to find a dump of a trailer to live in. That's when the bitch showed up on my steps with our kid and his suitcase. She just dumped him with me and took off with some bikers. I could have just kicked him out on the street, but he was my blood. And like I said, prison changes you. I had developed a taste of hot boy ass, and the power of owning it. So I took him in knowing he'd be legal in two years. Now the wait was almost over. The cumstain had no idea what his future was going to hold for him. I had been planning and preparing for this day. I had saved up and bought a state of the art digital camera, knowing it was an investment for what I was going to make off the boy. The morning of his birthday, he came out to the living room to find me sitting in my chair, smoking, wearing just a pair of dirty boxerbreifs, my chest and arms of prison tatoos on full display. He started to get some cereal in the kitchen, but I called him over. "Its your birthday son," I started. "I have a little present for you." I handed him a glass pipe with some crystals in it. Now, I know he's done drugs. I've smelled pot and alcohol on him many times. But I don't know what else he's done. I knew he knew what I had just handed him. "Go ahead son, you're a man now. Join Daddy in a smoke." He was a little hesitant, but I pushed it up to his lips and lit a lighter, melting the crystals. He took a big bit, coughing out a large white cloud. "Go ahead, take another one son." I encouraged him. He took another big hit, not coughing so much. I kept encouraging him to take more, and the dumb bitch didn't even realize I wasn't hitting it. After his 6th big hit, the pipe was empty and he flopped back on the couch. I knew he was flying, and I knew it was time for his real present. He wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes, so it was really easy to rip his jeans and underwear off of him. "What the fuck Dad?" he started, but a couple hard slaps across his face silenced him. "Shut the fuck up boy!" I ordered him. "The free ride is over. From now on you're going to earn your existence!" His skinny,pale body was no match for my pumped up muscles. I had had him naked and on his stomach before he knew what hit him. Ripping off my shorts I lined up my hard 8 inch cock up to his hole, and spit a couple loogies on my dick for lube. Holding his shoulders down I forced my cock in his virgin hole as hard as I could. He howled as I breached his ass ring, pushing my mushroom head into him and continuing till I was buried to my balls. I felt a warm wetness surround my cock as his cherry was ripped apart. He thrashed and cried beneath me begging for me to stop. I just started fucking him hard and deep, loving the red that covered my dick everytime I pulled out. God damn it was nice to have some hot boy ass again! I was going to make him a great whore. I pulled all the way out, looking at his busted open pussy, red oozing out of it, and rammed back in to the hilt, causing more howling from the cunt. I just kept on pounding his new pussy over and over. Eventually he quieted down and actually started moaning, and soon was pushing his ass back on me. "That's right boy. Ride your daddy's cock. Feel good boy? That's the cock that made your worthless life bitch. But now you have a purpose! You're going to be my whore and make daddy lots of money!" He just moaned beneath me as I talked dirty to him. "That's right bitch, moan for me. I know your faggot ass loves it. This is why you were born! Now take my cum. Take your daddy's cum in your whore cunt!" I pumped my son full of my cum as his pussy milked me dry, sucking my sperm deep in his guts. When I finished breeding his new cunt, I unloaded with a torrent of piss, making him my urinal. "Don't worry about school, I said, pulling out of him as his ravaged hole leaked piss and cum, "you won't be going there anymore. You'll be too busy working for me!" I turned off the camera knowing I had something totally hot to sell on the internet.

After years of denial of who I really am, being uptight, playing on the DL when I wanted dick then back to pussy thinking it's gone. I finally gave in n let the inner fag come out. I was still worried about being caught in the act. That changed one night when I went to a gay bar, I didn't know anybody at 1st. Then an old co worker came up n we started talking n he invited me to his table where 5-6 guys were. "What are u doing in here, Erik? I thought u were straight." I had several drinks n my tongue had listened. "I'm bi, I just hide it well. Im newly single n decided to test these waters since I haven't in a few years." We talked n I started feeling really drunk n horny. Taylor n his friends had been flirting w me more n more, my usually uptight ass was eating it up. Taylor asked me if liked to get high on anything other than weed & if I ever done Tina. I told him I tried it w my ex gf n it had no effect on me other than a limp dick, but I loved the high. He said maybe I tried it w the wrong sex, we went to the bathroom stall w his bf n we smoked some shards. He told me he had spiked my drink w GCB is why I was so drunk n my dick was bulging. He also told me that him n Jon wanted me when we worked together. There I was, spun as hell, really starting to want him n bf then n there. The guys fucking in the next stall fed it, he reached over n rubbed my throbbing cock n Jon rubbed his. Omg what have u done to me? I'm so horny. He leaned towards me n whispered, awakened the cock slut in u. It seems when a guy rubs ur dick on this ur extremly horny. We are going to a party w more drugs n sex,wanna get real crazy n go? Or we can go to our house n party there. I was beside myself w list for them, I was rubbing their dicks, hitting the pipe when I felt a finger slide into my ass. I moaned as he worked it around, I just pushed a huge shard in ur ass, it seems u like ur ass w things in it. The rush hit me, our neighbor was moaning like a whore begging to be fucked harder n I was being fingered n rubbing both their dicks. I was in heat n Taylor was working my ass so good as he said, I had a feeling about u cuz I caught u checking out the guys, now I'm finally gonna fuck u. I got on my knees n sucked their dicks hungrily, I had never wanted dick so bad, my ass was craving cocks bad. Yeah that's it, tease our cocks n ull get all u want. Meths got u so hot for it ud probably take on every dick in here. Jon said, damn he can really suck dick, I bet that ass is nice n tight. Oh yeah, he's loving it. Wanna go to an orgy n get higher n let lose? Omg yes, I panted, I never been in one. We straightened up n rejoined their party, they looked at us n smiled knowingly. They told them that they had talked me into the orgy tonight, n everybody was happy. We stayed a lil while longer, was rubbed, hugged n groped by all 10 guys at the table. We went back to the restroom again to smoke more, 4 of us crammed into that stall, I was beside myself wanting every guy I saw. They had given me 4 more booty bumps n I couldn't control it any longer. I sucked off a dick that came thru the hole in the stall in less than 5 minutes. Holy shit boys, we got to get this slut to our party. He's about to get a line started here. Reluctently we left the bar n headed to Taylors house, on the way I was in the middle of back seat making out w Taylor n jon their hands were all over me n mine on them. More later

So proud of my boy. I came home from work to find him still tied down and Milked dry. Nothing but clear liquid coming from his cock. He loved it when I filled the giant syringe I have with all that came out of his dick and injected it into his ass before placing him on the bench for a hard bare ride of his life. First time ever I made my boy cry. I almost felt bad.

Depends. If you lose your ability to get hard it must be worse to age as a top. Otherwise it's harder to get fucked when you're getting older and don't appeal to everybody like you used to. I don't mind a young cock, but not all young guys like me any longer. Well, that's life. Luckily I still don't have problems getting hard yet, and I still find people who wants to fuck me.

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Enjoying living a mountain man life in Vermont.

Yes, as far as I know. Some people suspect, but I don't think they appreciate what a bottom whore I am. In the summer I frequent a cruising area at least once a week and almost always get fucked, usually by several guys. It's dark, I take off my shirt and let my pants hang down a bit. The tops sense that I'm a slut and it doesn't take long for one to pull my pants down and start fucking me. I do have one fb who fucks a lot as well, but is mostly a top and has slowed down a bit. He and another friend know my true nature and love to hear my stories. And oh yeah, my bf knows and loves to fuck my loaded hole while I tell him the details.

OK so since this was done in smaller chapters of sorts here is the whole story to date as one long article so you don't have to lose your hard on scanning through the pages Monday, Day 1 I waved goodbye to my wife as she drove off to spend 2 weeks with her sister at some spa thing. She dose these often and I always end up enjoying myself when she does. First just because it is healthy for couples to spend some time apart but also because it lets me do some stuff I would rather she not know about. See even though I love my wife, and I consider myself straight, I have a secret. Every now and then I login in to one of the gay sites, get out some lube and my poppers, strip down to a jock and search for guys to have phone sex with. I would edge myself for hours until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I know a lot of build up for something pretty tame but hey we all have our quirks. Plus I figure it is the safest version of cheating on her I can do. I mean it isn’t like I am going to catch anything from my hand. After she left I went back inside the house and finished getting ready for work, just as I was about to leave a kinky thought popped in my head and I ran upstairs. Stripping of my suit pants and boxer briefs I grabbed my jock from the drawer and slide into it. I love the way the black Bike jock framed my ass. My Polish, Irish mix looks great in black, the pale skin and dark black dense body hair just looks great. My cock gave a slight twitch at my kinky thought but before I let it go too far I got dressed and head out. All day long I felt that jock hugging my ass and the tight pouch pressing my cock and ball tight against my body. Ended up having to take a quick bathroom break more than once since I could feel the precum dripping between my legs and over my ass, felt super slick while I was walking. Finally the end of the day came and I started home from work. The constant stimulation all day made me really horny and all I could think about. I just wanted to get home strip down and find some guys for some phone edging. I got home and as I was getting out of my car I saw my neighbor and waved hello, we are decent neighbors kind of friendly we do the usual invite each other to parties things. Him and his husband moved in about 3 year ago and they are a sweet couple.. As soon as I got inside I started ripping off my clothes off and throwing them everywhere, fuck it no one home but me to bitch about it so what do I care. Stripped to my jock I made my way to the garage where we have a second fridge and where I hide my poppers. I love the feel of walking around like this, the garage just smells amazing. I feel a little self-conscious since there are windows but also kind of like the idea that I might be caught. I open the fridge and grab my Berlin XXX and that though occurs to me again. I hesitate only a moment before I twist the cap and take a sniff, then another, and another, and finally one last one. The flush comes over me and I breathe deep. The smell of the garage, gas, wood, a little musty and my own body overwhelm me. Plus the idea of being watch also makes my cock twitch. Before I can change my mind I lay down on the dirty floor and start working my nipples. The popper rush flooding my senses and making me moan. My hand wanders down and grabs my cock. I pull the pouch aside and it sticks straight up from my dense bush. 7 inches uncut with lots of foreskin and dripping precum. I moan as my hand begins to jack it . MY arm come up behind my head and the scent of my pits enters my nostrils. I grab the bottle and take 2 more hits. Working my cock and moaning. Fuck this si so hot. Mostly naked on the filthy garage floor, all the little smells, my ass on the cold concrete. Normally I would edge but I just want to shoot my load so bad. 4 more hits and I can’t help it. The sweat in dripping off me as I fuck my hand, I run my hand through my chest hair and start to lick the salt mix. It tastes so good. I am getting closer. I can feel myself getting to the point of no return, I reach over to grab the popper bottle and just as I am about to take another hit I hear a knock at the front door. Startled I immediately stop stroking and cap the bottle. Shoving my dripping cock back in my jock strap I look around for what to do with the poppers. I settle on shoving them in the pouch next to my cock and make my way to the front of the house. I grab some running shorts from the laundry room on the way and a tank top throwing them on quickly. Still a little sweaty I open the door and see my neighbor standing there dressed in some running gear. “Hey I saw the wife leave and figured you might be lonely on your first day, figured I would invite you out for a run with me and Tom. Gotta make sure you don’t end up with a Dad bod. Although looks like you might have already been working out you look a bit flushed” I panic a bit and without thinking just say sure and ask what time he wanted to meet up. He says they usually run around 6 during the summer. We, head from our development through the nearby park, around the high school and then back. Takes about an hour and has a nice variation in terrain so you don’t get bored. I pause for a minute and without thinking shift my weight from one foot to the other, I feel the bottle move in my pouch and think fuck as it slips out of my shorts leg and hits the carpet. Thankfully if bounces behind the door and I don’t think he saw it. I again say I’ll come over at 6 and go for a run and close the door. I fall against it breathing heavy and feeling relived I managed not to let on what I was doing. Taking a couple deep breathes to clear my lungs I head upstairs to take a quick shower (I know showering before sweating but I had that dirt from the garage still on my back). I get out of the shower grab a fresh jock and clean running shorts, check myself in the mirror and go down stares for a light snack before heading over to the neighbors Monday Evening Having got myself squared away I put on my best face and headed next door, I love wearing running shorts. I tend to favor the short nylon kind, in black of course, with the built in underwear (I cut that part out seems superfluous since I always wear a jock) and my black underarmour compression tank. Anyways I knocked on the door and there was Toms husband Mike. The two are like night and day if you ask me, Tom is big and more built with dark hair like mine and Mike is a ginger with a slightly smaller build. The only thing they both have in common is the amount of body hair. Both are like me in that regard, thick dense chest hair and furry legs with dense pit hair. Mike, was standing there with no shirt and his dress pants still on “Hey Tom said you were joining us come one in and sit a bit, just got home and need to change and ill be right down. Tom is out on the back deck if you want to get some water first and chat” I had never really been in their house before so just sort of walked in the general direction of the kitchen figuring their layout couldn’t be much different than mine. Tom was on the back deck drinking water and looking ready to go he was staring off into his yard , probably doing what I tend to do and imagine what little project to add next. I stepped out onto the patio and grabbed an offered water bottle from off the table. I did the usual look around thing and admired their backyard. A set of stairs led up to the second floor deck that must come off their bedroom. All in all it was a nice way to spend any evening. I unscrewed the water bottle and took a long drink and almost gagged, it had a weird taste to it and left a nasty after taste on my tongue. I sputtered a little and Tom turned around. “Whoops that one is for Mike not you, he like to add a special supplement to his to help him try and get bigger. Might as well finish it off Ill go make him another. The other water doesn’t have the supplements in it so feel free to take one of those after you finish that one. Who know maybe you will like the effects. He says it gives him lots of energy and that he can go for hours after just the one bottle.” Screwing up my face I figured what the hell and downed it quickly so as not to taste it that much. I then grabbed the other bottle and cracked it open take a big drink and getting the flavor out. Damn, no idea what he uses but I could definitely feel it kicking in. I suddenly had lots of energy and couldn’t wait to go for a run. Mike came down dressed in blue running gear to match mine and we were ready to go. Tom re-explained the course to me and we were off. I kept paces with them and after 10 minutes a good sweat was dripping off my body. I seem hyper aware of the way the compression tank was slightly rubbing my nipples. My cock started getting hard and I was glad I was wearing my jock. We had cleared the park and were circling around the high school heading back when they started picking up the pace. First Mike was taking off then Tom, I was working hard to keep up and was doing a god job until we got back into the wooded area near the park. Sweat was really dripping off me now as I followed them through the woods, branches brushing my skin that seemed hyper aware, a steady dripping of precum leaking out of my cock I could feel it join the sweat running down my legs. I was afraid I would lose them when we finally broke free and were back in the development heading back to their place. We reached the steps and I mostly collapsed panting like a dog, sweat plastering my body hair to me. Tom and Mike chuckled and went inside inviting me to come on in. I hesitated say I was all sweaty and they said so were they and to stop being stupid. “We are just gonna go grab a cool shower, there is another one in the guest room if you want to do the same and I am sure I can find some short for you to throw on. How about you stay for dinner, we are grilling tonight and well Mike makes the most amazing meat.” Throwing a wink at Mike, who blushed, and ran upstairs. With an offer like that how could I refuse. I made my way with them upstairs to the guest room and found the second bath. Stripping off my sweaty clothes I prepared to get in the shower. I started by rubbing the soap first all over my chest and pits, fuck it felt good. My skin was still tingling from whatever was in that water. My cock was rock hard in the spray and I could resist tugging it. Fuck that felt amazing. I started to slow jack my cock, my other hand going down and rubbing my soapy balls, tickling the area behind them made me gasp. I began to wonder and let my finger slide further right against my hole. Making small circles I breathed heavy fuck that felt amazing. Grabbing some more soap I began playing with my hole in ernest. I was surprised out how easily my finger slide in, then another finally a third finger working my hole. My cock was forgotten as I went to town. Plunging my fingers in and out. I bit my hand not to make noise. Holy shit a fourth finger went in. It felt amazing , I lay down on the floor of the tub and threw my legs up really pounding my hole. A knock on the door woke me from my stupor “You OK in there neighbor” Toms muffled voice asked Startled and very embarrassed about my actions I stammered out that I was fine just had a cramp and would be out in a second. Quickly washing up I dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist to go out into the main room. I looked around and my running gear was gone but nothing was there to replace it. I wander over to the master bedroom and looked around for one of my host but didn’t find them. I did see Mike’s , I assumed since it was blue, jock laying on the floor. Again on impulse I went over grabbed it and sniffed it. Fuck that smelled great, I rubbed my face all over it breathing deep. Hearing footsteps coming from right outside the doo I panicked and tucked it under my towel. It was Mike “ oh hey yeah you need some clothes, just grab whatever you find out of the drawers on the right. Tom’s stuff should fit you” and with that he walked back down the hall. Not sure why I did it I slipped his used jock on. It was super tight on my but felt so good. I went to tomes draws and found some basketball shorts and a tank to throw on and head downstairs to hang out and wait for dinner. Monday Dinner Dinner was soon served and I dug in. Somehow that jog had made me extremely hungry. I tucked in like it was my last meal. “So Tom tell sme you drank my water by mistake before the run. How did you like the supplements?” I blushed slightly thinking about what had happened in the shower and nodded. “Seems like they work pretty well, definitely made me run a bit faster, and sweat a ton more than usual. “ “Yeah Tom loves when I use em, says we get a much better workout. Only issue is they tend to make you fucking horny as all hell so we usual fuck like rabbit when we get home.” I nearly choked on the wine I was sipping, sputtering and trying to catch my breath I notice Tom give Mike a reprimanding look, but with a smile. “ It is true something about all that sweat on my man and of course how hungry those things make his hole just makes me want to fuck his brains out. Actually getting hard just thinking about it. Want some more wine?” Without waiting for my response Tom half stood to top me off and I couldn’t help but look and see his half hard cock outlined in the shorts he was wearing. My eye glued to his bulge I watched it give a noticeable twitch before he sat back down. Mike leaned in close to my ears asking me if I liked the view. So caught off guard was I that I dropped my fork and gave a startled yelp. Before thinking about it I reached down to pick it up and felt the borrow short slip down a bit. I heard a slight chuckle from Mike as I straightened up and returned to eating our meal. The conversation went back to a more normal topic after that. Lawn care and what not, which movies are out. The rest of dinner pasted with no more surprises and I was about to go home when Mike asked if I wanted to come running again tomorrow. “Ill even make you some of my supplements to use….actually here take these to bottle I prepped if you want. I usually take one at night again and then one in the morning and the third just before I go for a run. Since you are just starting it I would wait and just take one in the morning.” Thanks I said as I left saying my goodbyes to Tom and Mike , on the way home I thought about the two water bottle and my shower earlier…as I walked into the house I thought, about Mike’s instructions and said fuck it I can handle whatever he is doing. Before I could think twice I downed one of the bottles. The same bitter taste assaulted my tongue and I grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge to get rid of it. Fuck that tasted good. Then I remembered my earlier plans and my cock got hard. Remembering hot it was before I walked into the garage. It was night and the only light was from the security flood lights form Tom and Mike’s house. Stripping off the borrow clothes I stood there in Mike’s sweat blue jock. Suddenly a rush of sweat broke out over my body and my hands moved on their own. Twisting and pulling my nipples, rubbing the front of the jock. On instinct I stepped out of the jock and poured some poppers into the pouch, bringing it to my nose it smelled amazing, fresh sweat and poppers, fuck my cock was rock hard. I lay on the floor and started to work my hand up and down the shaft. Leaving the jock draped across my face the smell of seat and poppers making me moan. My left hand drifted and move towards my ass. Sweat started pouring from my body and I took another hit from the popper bottle, and another, and another 6 hits and I was moaning. The smells and sensations, the dirt and grit digging into my back my finger inched toward my hole and I surrendered to the feelings. Plunging 3 finger in I moaned and writhed. The jock slipped in my mouth and I taste the balls sweat. Sucking on it like a baby I drank his the salt mix. My finger moved furiously in my ass, again a fourth was added with little resists. Fuck I wanted more, looking around the garage I was in a haze, my eye fell on my wife’s tennis racket and a sick thought entered my mind. Not caring I grabbed it and slathering it with the precum leaking form my as and the worked it in. fuck it felt great. I ended up with my feet on the window sill to get the angle right and started fucking my ass with her racket, moaning and jerking my cock, sweat dripping down me I started to get closer and closer. Fuck this felt so good I never wanted to stop, my hand became a blur and all thought of edging left my mind as the orgasm came upon me. Volleys of cum shot from my cock, landing on my face and chest 8 shots in total and my body went slack. The jock covering my face was spotted with my cum and before I knew it I was shoving it in my mouth adding the taste my own jizz to the mélange of sweat and ass. Shuddering I remove the tennis racket from my ass and dragged myself out of the garage and upstairs. I got in the shower to rinse of and felt my sore ass, sticking a finger in it I hissed. Damn I hope I hadn’t done any damage. Exhausted I dragged myself to bed and fell dead asleep until the alarm clock went off. Tuesday Morning The alarm forced me to open my eyes and face the next day, I felt drained and still tired. Looking down I saw my cock was at its usually full mast in the morning. Without even thinking two finger went in my mouth and started to work their way into my hair hole. A sigh escaped my lips and a pearl of precum formed quickly on the head of me cock. My palm rubbed it around the head before enveloping the shaft and starting to jerk. Finally the finger were all the way in my sore ass and I started to fuck myself (felt weird to call it that but hey it is what it is). My moved up and my feet went flat to the mattress giving me more access. My hand was a blur as I approached orgasm, a thin sheen of sweat broke out on my body as I came my cum hitting the middle of my chest 3 times before slacking and coating my abs. Taking my finger from my hole I swirled them in the chest hair, mixing the cum and then quickly without thought shoved them in my mouth. The taste of my ass and cum and a bit of sweat as intoxicating, I moaned and wen back from more until I was a sticky mated mess. Contentedly sigh I got up and went to the shower to get prepped for work. Quick mirror check let me know I could skip shaving at least one more day if not two, my little morning jerk had cost me some time. As I was about to get dressed I looked at Mike blue jock laying on the floor. On a dirty impulse I put it back on, it felt rough against my cock an balls and I knew it was dirty but didn’t care. Just to make sure though I covered it up with my usual boxer briefs and finished dressing in my usual 3 piece suit for work. As I was making my way out the door I noticed the other water bottle. I felt taking it now might not be a good idea but surely if I only took half at lunch I wouldn’t have any issues. Dropping it in my bag I hopped in my car and headed off to work, a smile on my face and the tast of my ass and cum on my mouth. Tuesday Work I arrived and work and tucked in behind my desk and started going about all the mundane tasks of my day. Every now and then though thoughts of my actions over the last 2 hours would pop in my head and I could feel my cock twitch against the rough sweat and cum soaked fabric of the stolen jock. The tight pouch holding my furry balls and cock close to my body, the coarse fibers rubbing ever so slightly as I shifted in my chair. Needless to say my mind wander a bit and but I got through it all. That is until lunch time came. I had run down to the local deli and just grabbed a salad and what not to eat at my desk. Might slight distraction had put me not technically behind but I tend to be an over achiever so anything less than above average make me feel like a failure. So sitting at my desk and realize I didn’t grab a drink to go with my lunch. Meh fuck it I had the water bottle I figured it wouldn’t be anything I couldn’t handle, beside I knew I wasn’t at home so I was sure I could control any urges that came along. I grabbed the water bottle from my bag and took a long swallow, it tasted bitter but it was kind of growing on me. That was how my lunch went until I realized I had drunk the whole bottle instead of just the half bottle I had meant to drink. The warm feeling swept over me and I tried to ignore it and just get back to work. I felt a sweat break out over me and worried I might get my jacket dirty so got up and draped it over the back of my chair. The pouch rubbing my cock and balls caused me to pause and enjoy the feeling. I sat back down and went back to work, it was now worse than in the morning. My thoughts kept thinking of how good it had feel to play with my hole and the taste of the jock and cum in my mouth. My tongue licked my lips and tasted the sweat forming on my upper lip and I moaned. My eyes flitted to the door to my office and back to my work. A thought popped in my head…..it was still during the lunch hour…..most of the staff was still out….it isn’t like I’ve never jerked off in my office before but that was just a quick tug behind my desk after a long day. Without knowing how I had done it I was already at my door turning the lock. In a daze I turned around and glanced around my office, my gaze hooded and hungry. My eyes fell on the water bottle, empty and sitting in the trash. I quickly unbuckled and pull down my pants and underwear leaving the jock on I grabbed the bottle and kneeled on the floor. I position my ass right over the bottle cap and rocked down on it. Fuck it felt amazing. Even though I couldn’t get it that far in just the cap popping in and out of my hole turn me on. I was bouncing on it and rubbing the rough crusted jock against me. I quickly pulled it aside and started jerking. Twisting my nipples while bouncing I felt the orgasm cumming on me quickly, and before I knew it cum erupted, I shot 5 times and sagged back on my heels, my full weight settled on the bottle and with a surprise yelp it slipped into me. I saw stars and my breathing quickened. I pants as I adjusted to the invasion. Looking down I could see the cum splattered all over my floor. Instantly I was on my hands, my tongue licking the dirty rough carpet sucking up all my jizz. The water bottle popped out and hit the floor just as I finished licking up the last drops of my cum. I quickly rearranged myself sorted my office out and went back to work all the happier. My thought still drifted but I was able to make it through the end of the work day and head home. As I was driving home a thought occurred to me and I made a detour. Parking in the stores lot I got out and walked in…. Tuesday After Work Walking into the porn shop I thought of what it was I was looking for and why I had waited so long to get one. Now before you think I am a married prude I am not unfamiliar with porn shop, adult bookstores or ABS as you kids call em nowadays. I stop by on occasion to pop in some dollars and jerk off quick on the way home. Often with the viewing window down so me and some stranger can watch each other jerk off. They are again a nice safe way to be kinky without risking more than you want. As I walked in took notice of the cashier and smiled. It was one of my favorites, not that I have ever done anything but this guy was hot as all held. An older guy full and nice trimmed white bear, shaved head and really muscular. Think if you spliced Anderson Cooper with Joe Manganiello, fuckin nice image right. Anyways I went up to the toy wall and started browsing. Fuck there is a lot of thing that you can stick up your ass. I kept walking back and forth trying to decide between a set of butt plugs that were marketed as trainers (3 separate boxes 3 in each starting small and going to Lincoln tunnel) or this dildo that looked like what I imagined Tom’s cock must be like. “Need some help there son?” Without hearing him the cashier had snuck up behind me, I gave a start and a stare cause holy fuck he was hotter closer up. My hole started to twitch again like at lunch and my cock started to thicken, Fuck bet I still had some of the supplement running through me. “Ummmm not really sure which one to get, kinda new to all this” I stammered “Well here I can help you there” with that he grabbed the beginner and intermediate butt plug trainers off the wall and started back to the counter. On impulse I grabbed the dildo, figure I might be able to get it in there some day. I walked up to the front of the counter and he chuckled and motioned for me to come behind. The counter was tall about waist high and had shelves for storage underneath. The cashier looked at me and told me to drop my pants…..I stared at him like he was crazy and he repeated the command this time in a much more forceful way. Adding if I need it there were some poppers for encouragement under the counter to my left. Looking over I saw a bottle of Amsterdam already opened. Again my hole twitched and my mind raced. Was I really going to listen to this guy. Just then the front door opened and a guy came up to buy some tokens for the back. I sighed with relief. I am sure I look very out of place in my suit and tie just standing behind the counter. “Got a new one? “ “Naw just gonna give him a fitting” said the cashier with a wink The new comer chuckled and wandered off to the back room . He looked at me stared into my eyes and then glanced down. As if of their own accord my hands trembling undid my belt and drop my pants to the floor, before I could hesitate I grabbed the poppers bottle and took 4 deep hits. The rush hitting me and kicking that water back into me. I grabbed my underwear and the jock and tore them down exposing my full bush and hairy ass. The cashier looked at me with lust and came over and turned me so I was facing out into the store. Grabbing lube form the shelf I felt him smear some on my ass. “Now the beginner butt plug feels like this” and with that 2fingers were shoved roughly into my hole. I instinctively stood on tip toe, trying to deny him further entrance. His meaty hand came down on my shoulder and forced me back down. A moan escape my lips as I started to move my hips in a circle. His finger worked in and out of my hole, hitting my prostate. My cock fully hard dripped a steady leak of precum into the pouch of the jock between my feet. “This is the smaller set so this is what you would be starting with. Though seems like you have already being working this out a bit on your own. So we will get your started right at the intermediate level OK” Wordlessly and I nodded my head. At that moment I heard the door open. Panic gripped me as I saw Tom walk in the store. Quickly I ducked down pulling the cashier finger from my ass and crammed myself onto the shelf. “Hey Tom, got your order in , look like you are going to have a fun weekend this time.” “Me and Mike have a fun weekend every time but this time is going to be special. You should stop by after you get off work. We would love to have you. Not really a group outing but always fun to add a fourth.” “I just might do that thanks, here ya go have great day “ Once Tom left I scampered back out from under the shelf and the cashier was shaking his head and chuckling “Don’t know why you were so afraid Tom has seen me doing worse than that in here. Hell one time he came in while is husband was blowing me. That was a fun night. We ended up spit roast that hot little number right behind the counter. So back to your purchases, let get you’re the intermediate and that dildo I saw you drooling over and bring up. Here turned around for me and let me see that hole again……you might wanna hit those poppers too” Not needing encouragement when it came to poppers I took another 4 hits and present my ass. I heard him open the one box, smear some more lube on my hole and then felt the cool silicon of the butt plug pressing against my ass. Panicked I took 2 more hit of poppers and it snapped into me. I saw stars and my cock. FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKK it almost made me come. My breath was coming in shallow gasps. “ There ya go now pull up those pants and be on your way sexy. Before I decide to take a taste of the hole with more than just my fingers” Sliding money onto the counter I grabbed my purchases and made my way out of the store, the whole time the butt plug was rubbing my prostate. I opened my car door and sat down, instantly my cock erupted and the pressure from the seat pushed me over the edge. My cock pulsed in the jock constrained and holding all my cum . It took me about 5 min before I could put the keys in the ignition and pull away. And you can bet I hit every pit hole on the way home…… Tuesday Evening I got out of my car and looked at my cellphone, 5pm, I had an hour before I had to be over at Tom and Mike’s for another run. As I walked up my front steps I noticed a 6 bottles of water on the front steps with a note, “ In case you wanted needed some more”. A smile crept over my face as I bent down and grabbed it, the butt plug shifting in my ass sending little waves of pleasure through my body. I walked in dropped my bag and I grabbed the water and carried it into the kitchen putting it into the fridge to chill….I debated half a second before I grabbed one and drank half of it. The bitter strange flavor seemed strong but I didn’t care. With only an hour to spare I got y purchases from the front hall and made my way upstairs. As soon as I was in the bedroom I stripped down to my stolen jock. My hand reached around and felt where the plug was locked firmly in my ass. I started to pull it out and gasp at the amount of pain that hit me. Fuck that isn’t good, I guess I was so hot at the porn shop I didn’t notice, or maybe it was the poppers. Thinking that might help I went to my bed stand and grabbed my bottle, taking 4 hits I felt the warmth and horniness sweep over me. I reached back again and started pulling on the butt plug. This time I got it to move and could feel it working out of my ass. Fuck it started to feel good, a moan escaped my lips as I felt my ass stretching. Slowly I pulled careful not to hurt myself, sweat broke out on my body. A little bit more and it would clear the fat part and I could go take a shower and get dressed. Just before I thought it was going to give I heard a shout from downstairs. It was Tom “ Hey neighbor! Your dor was open and I thought I would come by and make sure you got the water and ceck you were coming tonight” Startled by the voice my hand let go of the butt plug and it snapped back into my tight hole. Stars danced in front of my eyes and I groaned loudly. “Yup, I be there in a bit, just wanted to hop in the shower and rinse off the day.” “OK, I’ll just wait down here for ya then and we can head over together.” Fuck I thought with Tom waiting I didn’t have time for this. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…..well guess this will be interesting. I stripped off the jock and hopped in my shower, the whole time I was in there I was desperately trying to get the plug out of my ass. Finally worrying that Tom would think something was wrong I got out dried off and went to get dress. I stepped back into Mike’s jock and a pair of compression shorts under my usual running shorts. Figured I had seen people wear them like this and this way in case the damn fucking butt plug decided to pop out the compression shorts would help hold it in place. I made my way down the stairs and saw Tom sitting on my couch dressed all in green this time, his blonde fur sticking out of his tank top, his hand resting behind his head the flashing his furry pits. Fuck my nostrils dilated and I swear I could smell something, it made my cock twitch and my ass spasm around the plug. When he looked over and smiled at me I think I even blushed a little. “Here I also wanted to bring you this.” He held out a flash drive to me, I looked at it puzzled “ It is a relaxing programs. Mike used to have a hard time sleeping when he started taking the supplements of his so I whipped up this in order to help him relax. Worked like a charm. Just add it to you play list after the run tonight and you will be sleeping like a baby in no time.” I nodded my thanks and set it down on the coffee table and followed Tom, out the door and over to his place, My cock was hard and straining against the pouch of the stolen jock, kept firmly in place, each step shifting the plug in my hole mad me leak a little. Fuck how was I going to get through this run. Tuesday Run and Bedtime Making my way over to the house I rang the bell and was greeted by Tom who handed me a bottle of water. “Here I made another one for ya so you don’t have to use the ones we gave you right away” Not wanting to let on I had already drank some I quickly drained the bottle while Tom watched smiling to himself. “Hey I was kind of sore after last night wanna help me stretch out a bit before we run?” Tom asked as he go down on the floor and stretched his legs straight in front of him. Thinking nothing of it got down and mirrored his position and started to pull him forward. The water was already starting to warm me up and making my hole throb. The buttplug pushed harder in my ass as I was sitting on their tiled floor. A slight moan escaped my lips and I hoped that Tom didn’t hear me. I heard Mike coming down the stairs as Tom started to pull me toward him stretching my back out and making me bend almost in half. I felt my tank top rising up showing the top of my ass. “Well Tom I guess you win the bet” Mike chuckled Tom just smiled and informed him he would collect later tonight. We finished the stretch and got up off the floor and made our way to the door. The doctored water was definitely making a difference. I could feel all my muscles and just wanted to get out and start using them. The plug in my ass was making me leak and fuck it was amazing. We took off on the same route, I started panting and sweaty almost groaning with each step as my ass shifted and clenched. My body moving and sweating, dripping down my face I was having a a harder time keeping pace with my new friends. The plug was so distracting. My cock was so hard and I was thankful for the compression shorts to keep it in. Once again as we made our way back they both started to sprint as we re-entered the forest. Trying to keep up with them I ran faster, the plug shifting in my ass more and more, hitting my prostate, the shorts rubbing the rough material of the jock over my cock head. Oh fuck OH FUCK FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK before I could do anything an orgasm rippled through my body. I grabbed a tree to steady myself, my hole spasmed and twisted, I panicked feeling the plug force from my body. Fuck fuck fuck fuck luckily the shorts kept it lodge aimed at my ass. Walking a few feet I spotted a bench and before I could second guess the decision I sat down hard. The plug popped back in sending me into another orgasm. Gasping and grunting and blushing I felt dirty and wrong but so happy. I Jogged the rest of the way back to Mike and Toms, I entered their place and made my way upstairs to the guest bath. I heard noises from the their bedroom that let me know exactly what the bet was for. Blushing I made my way to the bathroom stripping my sweaty clothes off. The stolen jock now drenched in cum and sweat. I got in the shower and managed to get the plug out. My ass felt empty but also amazing. I had never had anything in that long. I set the plug on the soap dish and finished washing. Coming out of the shower I looked at the plug and wondered what to do with it. There was not lube left. Making a quick call I buried it in the back of the under the sink shelf. I figured since they used it for guests I could just pick it up on another visit. Exiting into the main room my blood ran cold, on the bed were my clothes form the other night cleaned and washed, but the dirty ones were missing. Maybe I could lie and say it was my jock and we just had the same taste……fuck fuck fuck. I got dressed and made my way downstairs to Tom and Mike sitting at the kitchen island. Mike passed me some water, I took a sip and tasted the now familiar bitterness and carefully only drank a bit of it . I wasn’t sure how much was safe. The once again invited me to dinner but I begged off saying I wanted to get back to my pace and use the hot tub my wife had insisted we install. I could definitely use the soak. Before leaving Tom reminded me to try using the relaxation tracks he had made for me to help me sleep. Mike looked up with a knowing smile as I shut the door behind me to a shout of “same time tomorrow” Making my way home I stripped as some as I got in , threw on some trunk swim briefs quickly loaded the tracks from the flash drive to my phone and made my way to the hot tub. Booting up the first of 9 tracks , each one was about 45 min, I put in my ear buds and listened. Seemed like some nice ASMR delta wave hippy stuff one of my friends had told me about once. I closed my eyes and started to just drift. After about 15 minutes I felt extremely relaxed and the hot tub had finished a cycle. Taking that as A hint I got out, went to the outside shower we had just for rinsing off and then went upstairs, stripped off my trunks and slid into bed. Putting the earbuds back in I fell quickly asleep. My dreams were really weird but I woke up feeling amazing and refreshed and made my way to the bathroom….. Wednesday Morning Making my way to the bathroom I checked myself in the mirror. Looking at my face it was definitely a shaving day. My usual neat goatee was looking a bit scruffy and needed a trim, looking over my body I ran my hair through my thick chest hair, scratching it, felt really good. Staring at my face in the mirror I wondered what I would look like without the goatee and stubble. Oh well need to get showered and cleaned up. Hopping in the shower I start running my hands all over. Soapy my pecs and abs, washing my cock and balls and my furry pits. My hands started to soap up my ass, kneading the cheeks they drifted closer to my hole. Right away I noticed a difference. Where once I was a air tight a soap finger easily slipped in. A moan escaped my lip and a second finger joined it, then a third. My hole seemed on fire need more. I began to truly finger fuck myself. Working deeper and deeper, I turn my head and my eyes saw the toys on the bathroom counter. The two plugs still left and the dildo, the next thing I knew I was dripping wet and walking to the night stand to grab the poppers from my drawer. Heading back into the running shower I grabbed the dildo and the jar of abolene my wife uses for removing her make up. Having used it once or twice for my own popper fueled edge sessions I knew it was a great lube. I uncapped the poppers and took 6 hits , 3 on each side. My breathing became deeper and my hole hungry. I needed to be filled. I slather up the dildo and gentle touched it to my hole. Just that touch sent desire coursing through my body. I began to push on it, it wasn’t moving, I pushed hard feeling my hole stretch and finally with a gasp of pain touched with pleasure the head popper in. I gasped, unable to to much else as my hole adjusted. I then slowly took it out, popping it back in and gyrating my hips. Again and again I was taking little thrusts of the cock. I took the bas and planted it on the floor of the tub. I angled the water so it was hitting me right in the chest. I got on my knees and pressed down again. Bouncing a little I rode the first 4 inches of the dildo. Sweat pouring from me and mixing with the water. Looking over I grabbed my poppers again. Daring myself I took 10 hits. 5 on each side. The need was pulsing. I could feel my hole throbbing around the dildo, I began riding it again fast and fast. I got up on the balls of my feet for a different angle and felt it hitting something deep in my hole. I changed my angle again to keep hitting that spot. 2 more hits of poppers. I was moaning constantly now, want the fucking to never end. I went to readjust myself again to get at my hole a different angle. While moving my foot out it slipped on the wet tub floor, I had half a second of panic before my weight dropped me down on the rest of the dildo. Something gave way in my and I felt my entire ass spasm, quaking around the dildo. Tremors ripped through my body and the biggest orgasm I had ever felt rocketed through my body. My ass pulsed and kept pulsing, I flopped on the tub floor like a fish unable to control myself, spread through me radiating from my hole I arched my back and the dildo shot form me hitting the other side of the bathtub. Spent I lay there as the water kept raining down on me. I gasped for breath as I came back into myself. Gingerly I touch my hole with my hand and felt the electric connection shoot in my making me moan. Knowing I was now running late I soaped up again and washed offer my body, no time for a shave again. I went out in the bedroom and grabbed my now standard jock strap, this time no other underwear and dress suit, went downstairs grabbed a protein bar 2 bottles of water from the fridge and head off to work… Wednesday Work I got to work and sat in my chair and loaded up the project for the day. My hand idle scratches my chest. Grabbing a bottle of water I began sipping it through the morning. The bitter taste was now welcome and delicious now. I loved swallowing it, before I knew it the first bottle was finished and empty. Gathering all my fortitude I buckled down and focused on the task at hand. Luckily everything was routine and while I was distracted I as able to get through all I needed to get through before lunch time came. My cock was hard and tenting my dress pants. Fuck I was horned up. Since I hadn’t brought any lunch I figured I would head out and grab a bite from one of the nearby cafes. I grabbed by keys and hopped in my car heading out for food. My ass gave a twitch against my suit pants and I moaned. As if of its own accord I was back at the porn shop. Before I knew what I was doing I was out of the car and walking through the door. The Cashier was back behind the counter and smiled at me. “Hey buddy how is everything working out for ya?” “Pretty good thanks, can I get some change for the back?” I asked as I handed him a 20 Smiling with a wink he handed me back my change and I went to the back room. There seemed to be a lot of guys back there , apparently I wasn’t the only one going for a lunch time wank. I usually just go into the first booth I see open but none were open until I got about halfway back. Ducking in quick I fed 5$ into the machine and started up some porn. Opening my fly I reached in and pulled out my cock, moaning as a drop of precum leaked out the front. My other hand rubbed all over my chest rubbing my nipples through my dress shirt. Sweat started to break out on my forehead and I got worried. In order not to get my shirt all wet I took it off and hung it on the hook. Fuck it was hot in here. My hand scratched my furry chest pinching my nipples. Lifting my arms I sniffed my pit and my tongue stretched out licking the sweat. Fuck it tasted so good, another moan left my lips my cock now slick with precum a I was jacking it. The porn on the screen showed a fuck hot guy in a sling getting pounded by a big hairy fucker. My ass twitched and spasmed as I watch the huge cock pound into the guy in the slings hole. His body arched and glistened. Smooth and pale, covered in tattoos and pierced nipples. Just as I was getting close I heard the door to my booth open and turned around in a panic. Holy fuck how had I forgot to lock it. Standing there was the cashier smiling at me. Moving quickly he moved into the booth with me and closed the door locking it. Wondering what he was going to do I stood there stock still. Coming to me he grabbed my hands off my cock and bent my right arm behind my head. Burying his face in my sweaty pit I felt his tongue make a long flat hot swipe, licking the salty mix. Grabbing my chin roughly he turned my head and stared into my eyes. My mouth hung open, I had never done anything with a guy physically before. Taking advantage of my pose his spit at my, landing most of it in my mouth. I taste my sweat and his spit and swallowed. Nodding with a knowing smile he sank to a squat and took my cock in his mouth. HOLY FUCK my wife never gave head this was amazing. My back arched in began thrusting into him. In no time I had built back to where I was, sweat dripping from me I began to shudder and spasm. My body rocked by another amazing orgasm, 8 shots of cum erupted from my cock into the cashier’s mouth. Finally it stopped and I stood there feeling drained. The cashier stood up and stepped right next to me and pulled me close. His hands grabbed my hair and bent my head slightly back, his mouth hovered over mine, barely touching. My mouth breathing escaping form my open mouth. Still staring into my eyes he open his mouth and let my cum drip into me. My eyes were wide as saucers as e spit my load back into me. Once he has it all out his hand came up and closed my mouth. “Swallow”……….and I did Wednesday cont. Cashier reached into my jacket hanging on the wall and pull out my cellphone, and dialed a number. Still dazed he held it to my ear. I have no idea what I heard, my only response was to sign off with “Thank you” and “Yes”. Staring back at cashier I looked into his eyes and slowly nodded. His hand went to my pants belt and undid them. They dropped to the floor leaving me standing in just my black jock. Next his hands move to his own jeans and he opened them, pushing them just past his ass. I was shocked to see his cock in a steel cage, a small padlock attached. Above his cock was the word “Property” and under that “of” the rest of the tattoo disappearing onto his cock and under the metal. Reaching behind him he grunted and gasped, bring the item around to the front I knew what to do. He held it up and locked eyes with me again, the light from the porn playing showed the pug clean and glistening with his ass juices and….I tongue shot out and made a quick swipe, the taste of rubber and lube and cum, and ass filled my mouth. Cashier smiled and motioned with his fingers. I turned around and presented my ass. He handed me a bottle of poppers and I hit is hard, breathing deep 4, 5, 6, 7 ,8 and held it. Holding that 8th hit in me as I felt the plug against my hole, pushing harder, harder, I exhaled. The rush was instant, my hole opened and the plug shot in and practically locked in place. Stars danced in front of my eyes. I felt like I was going to pass out. The Cashier’s arms held me tight as my ass spasmed and adjusted to this new fullness. After a few minutes the Cashier slapped my ass and let me know lunch was just about over. I got dressed like a zombie and right myself. Stopping in the bathroom on the way out to fix my hair. I headed back to my works my hole full and a smile on my face. Wednesday After Work Back at my desk I had a smile on my face and a rumbling in my guts. With nothing else at my desk to eat I drank the other bottle of water, it seemed to have some energy kick to it so I thought I would hold me over. The only problem was it started making me also bounce up and down in my office chair to work the plug in my ass. This would never work and I couldn’t take the time for a jerk session again with work to do. Then I remembered Tom’s relaxing files and popped in my ear buds an hit play. It was amazing again after like 5 min I calmed down and was able to get back to work. The weir ASMR like noises penetrated my head and soothed me. Before I knew it is was 5 o’clock and time to head out. Pretty happy I had gotten even ab it more than I meant to accomplished I packed up my briefcase and started out the door. Walking to my car was both great and difficult. The shifting plug in my ass kept send warm tingles to my cock which was leaking so much at this point I could feel it slip and sliding in the jock strap. I got in my car and another moan escaped from my lips and it pushed the plug nice and hard into me again. The drive home was uneventful, I had decided on the way home that instead of cardio tonight I needed to get some weight training in, so instead of going for a run with Tom and Mike I would head to my gym and do some muscle training. Waking up stairs I quickly stripped off my clothes and decided to rinse off the sweat from my earlier encounter before heading out. As I made my way through the bathroom I looked in the mirror and notice my scruffy face, hmm I need to fix that. Grabbing my clippers I started to trim my goatee, carefully working the edges before I would shave. I kept shaping it and fixing the edges, they never seemed to be straight. Then I thought back to earlier and what I would look like without it. I hadn’t shaved my face totally in around 6 years. Fuck it no time like the present and change is always good. The clippers move over my and so I was completely gone. I lathered up and began to shave, the boar bristle brush felt great on my skin and the sandalwood soap I use always smells great. Before I knew it I was all done, looking at the guy in the mirror I was impressed with how much younger I looked and how great my face was. But I looked off a bit. Here was this youthful face with the deep hairy chest and bush, that just looks weird, I thought. Picking the clippers back up I started working them over my body, striping of my once cherished chest hair, leg hair, bits crotch everything got clippered. Now that looked a lot better. Standing there I looked young and fit. It really helped show off all the hard work I was doing. My cock liked it too as a large amount of precum had dripped on the sink counter making a small pool. Not one to let anything go to waste I bent down a quickly licked I up. The taste was delicious and I savored it in my mouth before swallowing it. I ran my hand over my almost hairless body and love it. The feel of my skin so much closer now. It made me wonder…..Digging under the sink I found what I was looking for. My wife hated any body hair on her so she always had some of the hair stripping stuff. A quick look at the direction said it was perfect for my bikini area, since I don’t have one of those I’ll just assume that I can put it on my balls. I ran some down my arms, chest, balls, legs, ass, even my hands and feet. The stuff smelled weird and kind of burned but I stood there covered in with goo for a solid 20 min while I waited for it to work. When the time was up I went and turned on the shower and got in. The water felt amazing washing that stuff of and I was shocked and how much hair was circling the daring. The water felt different, no longer hitting the impasse of my body hair it glided over my skin feeling like sating running down my body. I got out and toweled off, the nakedness of being hairless was exhilarating . I looked at myself in the mirror and marvels. No hair , not a single one. I hadn’t looked like this since I was 10. My cock looked gigantic huge and pulsing, a pearl of precum leaked out and my finger quickly brought it to my mouth, before I could get to into what I was doing I reminded myself I needed to get my ass in gear and hit the gym. Throwing on a jock compression shorts and a tank I headed out to build some muscle….. Wednesday Night I made it to the gym and head to the locker room, I needed to change into different shoes, mainly because I hate tracking dirt all over the gym from outside. Went to my locker open it up and staring at me were two water bottles. I know I hadn’t put them there and there was a not attached to one that said “Drink Me”. These ones looked slightly different from the usually ones, they had a tinge of almost dark brown yellow, I figured they must just be a stronger formula. I grabbed one and brought it to my lips. It was warm from being in the locker and tasted a bit acrid but I just chugged it right down and kept going until the bottle was empty. Feel a bit of a flush I head out to the gym floor and over to the free weights. While walking over I noticed Cashier from the porn shop doing cardio on the treadmill, I don’t remember him being part of my gym but I smiled and nodded hello on my way past. He gave a slight nod and a smirk and kept running. The sweat was pouring form his body into his black tank and shorts. Over in the free weight area I started with some light curls and then some flys to working my upper body hard. Seated arms raises and some triceps flex. Did some skull crushers and by that time almost an hour had past. I didn’t see cashier in the cardio area anymore and I was feeling a bit sore. Since the butt plug was still in my ass I know I was going to do any squats. As it was the motions I had been going through and the hard bench had worked the plug in my hole pretty well. A noticeable bulge was sneaking down my shorts. Back in the locker room I decided relaxing stint in the steam room would be a great idea. I went to my locker and took off my clothes and noticed a message on my phone. I checked into my voicemail and heard that voice again, my mind was fuzzy, sweat broke out all over my body, my cock pulsed and dripped precum before the end. “Thank you sir” escaped my lips and I grabbed the other bottle and drained it before wrapping a towel around my waist and making my way to the steam room. Once inside the steam was tick as fuck today, I could barely make out the other side of the room. My bare feet slapped against the wet tiles as I made my way to the back and pulled my towel off to slay it down on the bench. The door to the room opened and I saw a tall shape coming towards me. I smiled when I saw it was the Cashier, his body swollen form his workout. I stood up to greet him and he leaned in, whisper things in my ear I can’t recall, it all came out so fast. He pulled away and I nodded knowing what to do. I turned around and got on my knees and present my plug. His hand roved all over my hairless body, grasping the plug firmly in his hand he started to pull. A moan escaped m lips and I bit my hand trying not to make any noise. Finally the pug came out of my hole with an audible plop noise and a sigh escaped my lips. My hand crept back feeling my hole, what once had been tight now stayed open, gaping as if waiting to be filled. A finger slide around the outside of the hole and a moan escaped my lips. The cashier leaned on my back; I could feel his sweat on me, his caged metal cock pressing against my hole. He whispered in my ear again and my world started to fade. The last clear image was of 6 guys coming out of the steam before everything went black……. Thursday Morning I woke up in my bed slightly disoriented not knowing how I got home last night. All I remember was going into the steam room and seeing the Cashier and then everything got very fuzzy. My hand glided down my smooth body, tweaking my nipples making a moan starting my my chest and emerge from my parted lips. I shifted my body and felt something move. Looking down my hand looked different and I couldn’t figure out why, but it looked very strange. I slowly got up from my bed and gasp and I felt the shift happen in my ass again. Making my way to the bathroom I turned around expecting to see the safety catch for my plug and instead found a loop of rope. Grabbing hold of it I begin to pull with my hand while pushing with my ass muscled. A giant read ball popped out making my cock drip and a sigh issue form my lips. I kept pulling and another popped out, the sensation was incredible. The benwa balls were rubbing across my prostate as each one slid from my stretched hole. I was starting to feel empty again. The 5th ball popped out and still rope was in my ass. I pull slowly and felt something squishy sliding out. And stared in amazement, tied at the end was a condom full of cum. I wasn’t sure how many guy contributed to it but I knew what I had to do. I grabbed the scissors for the bathroom sink, snipped the condom and poured the whole contents into my mouth. Savoring all the loads as then slid down my throat, tasting the different mingled flavors. Something was still weird there was a light string almost like dental floss still attached to the end of the benwa balls. I pulled the string carefully I didn’t even feel it in my gaping hole. Something popped out of my ass and swung from the end of the string. Looking down in horror I realized then why my hand looked odd and different. Attached to the string behind the condom full of who know whose loads, was my wedding ring……. Thursday daytime My cock sprang to life and I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed the balls and started pushing them one at a time back in my ass, after taking off my wedding ring of course. Each ball slipped in, a little resistance at first at the pop in slipped in slamming into my prostate. Watching myself in the mirror , moans and gasp escaping from me I watched myself in the mirror as sweat broke out . Once all the balls were back in place I grabbed my poppers and took 3 hits and started jacking my cock. Squeezing my ass muscles I felt the balls shift in my hole rubbing my prostate and sending the best feeling shoot through my body. 3 more hits and I was getting close, 4 hits and I knew what I was ready to do. So close and about to shoot my hand grabbed the looped rope and yanked hard, wrenching the balls from my ass just as my orgasm crested spraying he mirror and counter, my knees gave out and I fell to the ground shuddering and sweating. Waves of pleasure making my body quiver. In a haze I looked up and saw my glassy eyes in the mirror as I pulled myself up and began licking my cum from the counter, looking myself in the eyes as my tongue made wide swipes across the glass, some of the cum dripped onto my chin, my breath fogging the glass. Panting I made my way to the shower to get cleaned up and dressed for work. I grabbed another bottle of the energy water to drink on the way to work and headed in, every time I thought back to this morning my cock grew hard and leaked precum. I was glad I had on a jock strap and wore dark pants otherwise I knew there would be a noticeable spot. Once I got to work it was much better, I was so distracted and horny all day long that my mind kept drifting and my cock stayed hard. Due to this it took me forever to get my usual workload done and before I knew it the clock said 8 pm. Fuck well no working out for me tonight. Leaning back in my chair I heard the door open and glance up. The night cleaning crew must be here, I knew the guy that cleaned my office decently well as this was not my first time staying late, though it was the first time because I was horny. Looking at him made my cock twitch. He nodded hello and in his Slavic accent asked if it was ok for him to clean my office. Nodding I said yes as I was just going to pack up and head out. Reaching into my bag I grabbed the second bottle of water that day and downed it. My heart racing and cock throbbing. I heard a cellphone go off and looked at the cleaning guy as he answered it. He nodded twice and then walked over to me, my mind became fuzzy as he put the phone to my ear and I heard the no familiar voice and its litany. Nodding my head I mumbled a thank you. Standing up I moved around my desk and began stripping off my clothes while the cleaner watch. Once I was down to my black jockstrap I kneeled and looked up. The cleaner reached into the pocket of his work pants and pulled out a small brown bottle. Steeping close to me he pressed it to my right nostril holding my left closed. I inhaled deeply. He repeated on the left side, again inhaling deeply. Right. Left. Right. Left. My head was spinning as he looked down at me. Drool came out of my mouth and dripped down my smooth chest. The cleaner reached up and unzipped his cleaner crew suit, reveling a white jock strap and a 8 inch uncut cock, precum beading at the tip and getting ready to drip. He point to the floor and I knew to lay down and open my mouth. He slowly milked his cock while standing above me. Dripping precum into my mouth. A steady leaking stream that tasted sweet and made me want more. He slowly began to jack his cock harder, his breathing quickened, he aimed his cock to my chest and I felt the cum hit me, 8 strong blasts coated my chest and abs. The cleaner walked around and bent down, swiping his hand through the mess on me and gathering the cum up. He presented his hand and I dutifully lifted my head and lapped up all he had to offer, sucking the cum from his finger and palm. My own cock was straining against the jock strap and I desperately wanted release. And just like that he zipped up and walked away, leaving me a heaving mess on the floor of my office. Thursday cont… Panting there my eyes dazed, my cock straining and leaking precum I heard my office door again and panicked. Turning quickly I saw the janitor was back and had brought more of the night cleaning crew. I started to stutter an explanation but the first guy shook his head know and held a finger to his lips. He walked to my desk and grabbed my cellphone and dialed number. He knelt down and held the phone to my ear, staring me directly in my eyes. The Voice was back, soothing, telling me what to do and not to worry. A bottle off poppers was held to my nose and I inhaled while listening to the voice. 1 hit, 2, ,3, 4, 5, 6, the phone was turned off and I got to my feet and faced the 3 new men. Each now stood there naked, their cocks rampant and dripping. I walked to the first man and lifted his arm. I quickly buried my face in his sweaty pits. My tongue lapping the sweat and cleaning his dense furry trench, marking my face with his smell. Once cleaning I moved to the other side repeating the gesture. He then turned around and present his ass. My ace dove in licking and nibbling. Making his hole wet, tongue fucking that furry fucker. I heard a snapping of fingers and removed myself from his ass. Moving onto the next guy and repeating the process. Each time cleaning and licking and nibbling. My cock dripping and wetting the entire front of my jock strap. After the third guy I turned to the first and he smiled and nodded. All 4 men got dressed and left. I could still smell them on me. Once again I got dressed and before leaving chugged my last bottle of water. I needed to get home and ride my dildo I was so fucking horny I needed my ass filled and I wanted it badly. With my hand on the doorknob about to step out a thought occurred. I dropped my pants, reached in my bag and grabbed the bottle. I tried pushing it in but it just wasn’t working, all it did was make me groan and sweat. In a last ditch effort I pulled my pants back up and went out into the hall. I found the janitor that takes care of my office. Looking in his eyes I simply said “ Please” and gave him the bottle. He smiled and I turned around, he reached into his cart and pulled out lube and jammed the bottle home. Making me feel whole and happy. I pulled up and left. The ride home took forever. Antoher six pack of water waiting for me on the doorstep as I rushed in….. Friday I woke up sore and foggy and wasn’t feeling well so I called into work to give myself a break. As soon as I hung up I passed back out and didn’t wake up until I heard a repeated knocking at my door. Getting out of bed I padded downstairs and cracked open the door to see Tom my neighbor standing there sweating and panting a little. “Hey saw your car was still in the driveway after my run and wanted to check in on ya , and see what was up” I opened the door and let him in, only after realizing I was naked. Tom walked in wearing just a tanka nd basketball shorts and sat down on the couch. I asked if he wanted anything to drink and he said sure. I grabbed one of the bottle from my fridge and brought it to him. “Nothing for you? Come on don’t let a guy drink alone” Tom joked Padding back to the fridge I grabbed a bottle and went back into the living room where some was casually sipping at his bottle. I looked at him and raised the bottle to my lips and took a swig. This batch tasted different , stronger somehow. My tongue came alive and I groaned and just tilted my head back draining the bottle quickly and panting and wiping the drips from my mouth. “Tastes good doesn’t it? Better if you get it fresh after it is made though.” Tom spoke as he pulled his tank off. The scent of his sweat filled the rooms. I walked over to him standing naked in front of him my cock came alive and began to throb and drip. Tom looked me in the eyes and nodded putting his hands behind his head. I dropped to my knees. My arms going about his waist as my face nuzzled his furry pits and made mewing noises. My tongue stuck out and licked digging deep and tasting him. “MMmmmmmm good boy, glad those tapes are working. You have come a long way so fast. That’s it lick those pits clean. Be good boy and clean me out.” I continued licking his pits until he pulled my face up and locked eyes with me. His blue eyes held me and I stared as he dribbled spit form his mouth. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick it off his chin and then thrusting into his mouth. We both moaned into the kiss as our tongues battled and hit scent and spit filled my mouth. I wanted more of him. This sexy fucker making out with me on my couch. Tome stood up and kicked off his shoes and sock and dropped hi short reveling a stunning 9 inch long uncut cock dripping. I made to walk back up to the bedroom and Tom shook is head and lead me to the garage. The smell of grass and dirty and car triggered a moan from my lips. Tom present a familiar brown bottle and I grabbed it. Looking into his eyes again he nodded slightly and I inhaled,4 times I breathed deep. On the fifth onto Tom told me to hold it and turn around and bend over the lawnmower. As he bent down and dove into my ass I exhaled, the combination was intoxicating. My ass ground into him his tongue fucking my hole and making me moan. Tome stood up and leaned over me, his sweat covered hairy body covering me, his mouth pressed to my ear, his hot breathe his rock hard cock touching my hole. “What do you want neighbor?” I was unable to form words. The bottle appeared at my nose and I took another hit, and another, on my third Tim instructed me again to hold and only to exhale when I could commit to what I wanted. Thoughts raced through my head and I knew what I wanted. Exhaling I shoved back hard impaling myself on his raw dick. Scream moaning in pain pleasure and the intrusion with little lube and began thrusting back hard jamming my ass on his cock . Sweat was dripping form him and me, I ran my hand over my smooth chest and licked it off. Tom pulled me of spun me around and growled. His thumb went into my mouth pulling it open and he spit directly into my mouth, then slapped me as I swallowed. I jumped and wrapped my legs around him my ass hanging off the back of the mower he began thrusting deep into my hole raping me and telling me what a good fucking whore I am and how he can’t wait to shoot a load deep in my ass. His thrust became faster and harder my mind was spinning and my cock was throbbing, he slammed my prostate and before I knew what was happening cum was erupting out of my cock, my first orgasm in 4 days coating my face and chest. Before I even stopped shooting my hand was there. Wiping it up and feeding it to myself cum in my mouth on my body and as Tom sped up fucking I begged for his load in my ass. He was fucking me so hard the mower was hitting the wall, a constant banging to match his thrust. “So close, you ready slut you ready for this load!!!!?” Tom growled at me I nodding and he thrust one more time and the world stopped making sense. My arm hurt and my head hurt and I was cover in cum and my bed sheets, I dragged myself up off the floor panting and hornier then ever as I continued to wake up. The pounding came again and I realized it was the front door…. Friday cont.. I padded down stairs in a pair of workout short and opened the front door and was shocked. There was my wife, and a man and woman who I did not recognize at all. The 3 of them marched into the house brushing by me and my dazed look. I followed the group into the living room feeling slightly awkward as I had no underwear on and still smelled a bit of sex and sweat. My wife approached me and kissed me gently on the lips and greeted me, then lent in close to me ear and began whispering. My mind went cloudy and I realized why the voice on the phone sounded familiar. As she leaned away I nodded, and removed my short, walked over and laid with my knees on the floor and my chest on the ottoman. “Wow they really did a number on you and got results. I am impressed. “ she stated “ So long story short I am divorcing you, this is Michelle my soon to be wife, and this is Andre….but we will get to his role.” While she was talking Andre was removing his clothing. He was amazing. Dark tan skin and hairy all over. Looked Turkish or somewhere there about. It was when he dropped his pants and revealed an 8 inch soft uncut thick cock that I began to get hard. While I was distracted by this my wife had pulled papers from her pocket book and set them on the floor in front of me. I could feel Andre move around behind me and start licking my hole, his tongue was wide and it felt so good. My cock that had already sot started to get hard and a moan escaped my lips. “hehehe good boy, I knew your were gay from the moment I said ‘I do’, I just didn’t realise I was too. So this is how this works. These are the divorce papers. Very simple, I just want out. 50/50 split of finances and you can keep the house. Michelle is a lawyer and has a much nicer one anyways. So just sing here and here and we are al but done” While she was talking Andre moved his body up and had positioned his cock at my hole and started to push. All the training with buttplug and spit and what felt like a river of precum leaking off his cock allowed for an almost painless entry. I started to grunt as a pen was put in my hand and I looked down at the paper work. Andre was polite enough to slow down while I initialed and signed. “Good thanks, and I have one more gift of sorts for you, but we can do that after Andre finishes” With that Andre sped up his fucking ramming my ass and making me groan and squeal , I could feel his sweat running don and into my ass crack acting as a salty lube for his gigantic cock. Michele my wife….ex-wife’s soon to be wife was now taking a video form her phone of the event. Sweat was in my eyes and all I could do was to beg for Andre to fuck me harder and shoot that big load in my hole. He grabbed my hips and jack hammered away he finally grabbed my shoulder and slammed me so hard on his cock I felt him break past the second ring making me scream in pain as his cock grew ever bigger and pulsed in my ass. My first time having a cock in me and it was raw and breeding me, spilling a gallon of cum in my battered hole. “Perfect, let’s go” With that My ex and her girlfriend got up to leave, Andre pulled out with a slushing plop and wiped off on my short and joined them. I was left panting, my hand reached around to my battered hole and scooped up some of the cum leaking out, there was noticeable sign of blood, I brought it to my lips and cleaned my fingers, going back for more. I rubbed it all over my face and cock and jerked myself to a screaming orgasm shooting all over my body and face. And with that I passed out for a bit. I was awoken a bit later by my phone going off. The Ex had sent me the video Michelle sent. The first few seconds showed a pic of Andre from some escort magazine, then it faded to me. Panting and heaving in my living room. That camera panned around to Andre’s thrusting back starting at his shoulders and moving down and that is when I knew what my wife meant. On his back starting just below his shoulder blades was a giant bio hazard tattoo with a scorpion at each of the tree points. My mind whirl and I just passed out again not knowing what else to do….

New Years Eve (Part 2) I was glad to see that he was checking me out, too. He asked me about the butt plug harness, and I told him that I had just come from another sex club, and that I had at least 9 loads of cum in my hole. He said that he could take care of that, and told me to follow him to one of the club’s play spaces where there were wide, padded benches lining the walls. He ordered the boy to get down on his knees, behind me, while I unbuckled my butt plug harness and eased the butt plug out of my hole. Right away, I could feel cum starting to leak out. That’s when he pushed the boys face up against my ass, and ordered him to shove his tongue in and out of my hole and to start sucking. I could hear the boy gulping down mouthfuls of cum, and I moaned loudly each time he fucked his tongue in and out of my hole. He asked me if I was ready to get fucked, and I told him that, first, I had a big load of chem piss that I needed to get rid of. He saw a couple of empty water bottles on the floor, so he told the boy to pick them up and hand one of them to me. I quickly filled one bottle and about half of the second bottle with my potent chem piss. He handed the half filled bottle to the boy and told him to drink it. Having learned to follow orders, the boy guzzled it right down. Then, he handed the full bottle to me. No problem. I had drunk plenty of chem piss before, and I wanted to show him that I was good at being submissive, so down it went. I knew it would be about a half hour before it kicked in, and I was sure that he knew it too. He took a small metal box out of his pocket, and showed me the large vitamin capsules inside. I was sure that they didn’t contain vitamins. He looked at me and asked me if I wanted one or two for a booty bump. Before I could answer, he held three of the large capsules in his hand. He ordered the boy to rub some gun-oil on my opening, then push the large capsules inside. He told me to put my butt plug back in, which shoved the capsules farther inside of me. Next, he told me to get on my knees, in front of him, while he unsnapped his huge codpiece pouch, and handed it to the boy. I’ve seen some big cocks before, but this guy was incredible. I went right to work sucking his circumcised cock. A few times, he grabbed my head in both of his hands and skull fucked me, until his cock was too big for me to get it into my mouth. He said that we’d see if my ass could do a better job than my mouth. He told me to stand up and plant one foot up on the bench. Then, he ordered the boy to rub some gun-oil on his huge cock, and he told me to remove the butt plug. As he pushed into me, he said that he was going to fuck those meth-caps deep into my guts where they would dissolve faster. I was glad he fucked me slowly at first, letting me try to get used to the length as well as the immense girth of his cock, stretching my hole. He said that he could feel his cock head hitting the three meth-caps, and he grinned as he pushed them farther and farther inside with each stroke, until I could feel a mild burning sensation all the way inside my inner ring. To make them dissolve even faster, he shot a short stream of piss into me while his cock head was jammed up against my inner ring. I was already feeling high from the 20 hits I had taken when I was in my car, and the water bottle full of my own chem piss that he had told me to drink, had kicked in. I knew that the meth-caps had dissolved because I could feel my heart pounding really hard, and I felt a rush traveling from my ass, up through my chest, and into my head. He said that maybe I needed to lie down. He led me through the club and got me into the only available sling so that my ass was a few inches beyond the end of the sling. He ordered the boy to get me a bottle of water. It was plain water, this time, and he told me to drink it. Almost instantly, I felt a lot better, and my tweaking butt hole was begging for cock. I instinctively raised my legs and rested my feet in the stirrups, which spread my legs, and exposed my hole. I really get off on having a group of guys watch me get fucked, and quite a few had gathered around. To my surprise, I looked over to one side, and I saw him with his boy leaning against the wall. As he gave me a nod to let me know that he had everything under control, I felt a good sized cock in my hole, fucking me hard, his thighs slapping my ass with every stroke, until he blew his load. As soon as he pulled out his cock, I got fucked by another and another, not even thinking to keep count of how many there were. When it looked like every cock that wanted to fuck me was drained, he ordered the boy to bury his face in my ass, and suck all the loads of cum out of me, just as he had done earlier, tonguing my hole, and sucking and swallowing all of it. When he was finished, the boy looked over to the side for further instructions. He used the leash to pull the boy over to him, where he ordered the boy to lube his cock with more of the gun-oil. My hole kept twitching as I stared at his cock. I needed that horse cock fucking me. He stood at the end of the sling and teased my hole with the head of his cock, driving me wild, as I saw his cock growing thicker and longer. While he repeatedly pushed his cock head against my hole, he asked me if I was a cock-whore. He asked me if I was a meth-whore. He already knew the answers. He just wanted to make me say it. Then, he shoved into me, going deeper and deeper with each thrust, until his cock head was hitting my inner ring almost every time, making me stiffen and clamp my hole even tighter around his cock. I was surprised at his stamina, being able to fuck me continuously, for a long time without cumming. When he was ready to shoot his load, he pulled his cock out of me and told me to turn my head to one side, where he mashed his huge cock head against my lips. He told me to suck on his cock and to rub my tongue hard along the underside of his cock head, which made him groan loudly and breathe faster. The first jet of cum blasted into the back of my throat, and, before I could swallow all of it, five more jets, just as big, followed, so that all I could concentrate on was swallowing as fast as I could. I thought he was finished, but he kept alternating between grinning and jerking, each time his balls pumped still more and more cum across my tongue and down my throat. Up at the clothes check counter, he picked up a card and told me to write my phone number and my email address on it, so he could contact me whenever he felt like it. Usually, I’m very reluctant to give out my personal information, but, with him, I just handed it over without even thinking about it.

damm, i want a fuck now, this early in 2017

Thursday cont… Panting there my eyes dazed, my cock straining and leaking precum I heard my office door again and panicked. Turning quickly I saw the janitor was back and had brought more of the night cleaning crew. I started to stutter an explanation but the first guy shook his head know and held a finger to his lips. He walked to my desk and grabbed my cellphone and dialed number. He knelt down and held the phone to my ear, staring me directly in my eyes. The Voice was back, soothing, telling me what to do and not to worry. A bottle off poppers was held to my nose and I inhaled while listening to the voice. 1 hit, 2, ,3, 4, 5, 6, the phone was turned off and I got to my feet and faced the 3 new men. Each now stood there naked, their cocks rampant and dripping. I walked to the first man and lifted his arm. I quickly buried my face in his sweaty pits. My tongue lapping the sweat and cleaning his dense furry trench, marking my face with his smell. Once cleaning I moved to the other side repeating the gesture. He then turned around and present his ass. My ace dove in licking and nibbling. Making his hole wet, tongue fucking that furry fucker. I heard a snapping of fingers and removed myself from his ass. Moving onto the next guy and repeating the process. Each time cleaning and licking and nibbling. My cock dripping and wetting the entire front of my jock strap. After the third guy I turned to the first and he smiled and nodded. All 4 men got dressed and left. I could still smell them on me. Once again I got dressed and before leaving chugged my last bottle of water. I needed to get home and ride my dildo I was so fucking horny I needed my ass filled and I wanted it badly. With my hand on the doorknob about to step out a thought occurred. I dropped my pants, reached in my bag and grabbed the bottle. I tried pushing it in but it just wasn’t working, all it did was make me groan and sweat. In a last ditch effort I pulled my pants back up and went out into the hall. I found the janitor that takes care of my office. Looking in his eyes I simply said “ Please” and gave him the bottle. He smiled and I turned around, he reached into his cart and pulled out lube and jammed the bottle home. Making me feel whole and happy. I pulled up and left. The ride home took forever. Another six pack of water waiting for me on the doorstep as I rushed in…..

By far the best would be the big fuck parties in Berlin (advertised on BBRT etc).. Several hundred guys all ages and sizes and the sex is all raw and uninhibited

It's layered question for me. I'm all guy with no fantasies or aspirations of being a woman. The only people who know I'm gay are the ones I tell, i.e.., I don't have any stereotypical 'feminine" affectations would likely identify me as 'obviously' gay. I think the word bitch has/is evolved/evolving. It's always referred to a female dog, and until more recently has always had a negative connotation when used towards a woman. I'm a feminist and question all sorts of 'normative' treatment of women. I do not think of women as inferior because of their gender. I question a lot of notions of "feminine" and "masculine" because I think a lot of our attitudes and definitions were born out of a patriarchal (and often religious) culture that hasn't been friendly to women or gays (top or bottom). Having said all of that, I more than love being the sub with a guy. But even that means different things to different people. I definitely do NOT relate to or feel less than anyone. For me being sub is more about power dynamic. The hottest thing I find about certain Doms is their desire and inclination to be in charge of both their pleasure as well as the persons they are using. I really get that dynamic because I was married to a very sexually sub woman for most of my life. As a gay guy, my pleasure came from giving her pleasure. I got really good at it. Too good. Towards the end of our marriage she was frustrated at how good I could make her body feel because she wanted to be taken by me out of lust, with no regard to whether or not she came. But that kind of desire wasn't in me. I'm attracted to guys and maybe because in nature I am more like her, submissive? So, for me, being called "bitch" is more about the guy using the word than the word itself. What is his attitude and how does he mean it? The same is true about words like "pussy, cunt, slut, whore.... "ad infinitum. For me, the hottest sex involves intelligence in the form of 'mind fuck.' To me, the most important thing about a Dom is his grasp of what his sub needs and his desire, enjoyment and abilities to provide that. I've met Doms who like things like "feminization" and chastity, and depending on the Dom, it makes me want to fold right into them. The "dom" who does that from brute force and a sense of superiority affect me as the exact opposite. To me that comes off as bullying and weak minded. I know some are into that, I'm just saying how it affects me. The Doms I am talking about have a purposeful and studied approach, even using things like hypnosis (talk about "mind fuck"). To me, that's like a mental/psycological wrestling match between us, and I'm a worthy opponent, where he 'pins' me mentally/psycologically, but not in a bad way... because the sub in me wants to be conquered. Terms like "bitch" and purposeful things like chastity and feminization become components of and representations of them subduing me. They earn it, and the more Dom they really are, the more meaning those things take on.

I CRAVE AIDS. I WANT EVERY STIs PROUD MALE MASTERS HAVE IN STORE. I WANT TO GET FUCKING DEATHLY SICK AND THEN WATCH MYSELF WASTE AWAY TO A SKELETON AND I WILL BE PROUD TO DIE WITH AIDS. Need to mix with you! Any chance to delete the distance? Do you have any plans visiting germany? Full blown AIDS faggot into getting more infected and loaded with disease loads, off meds here, looking to go all the way off meds, and die with AIDS ... Hail total immoral sickness and perversion.

As time went by the deep desire to be fucked bare and filled with cum, worked at my subconscious. I began reading more stories about guys accepting loads from guys with no questions asked, knowing that some of the loads were probably Poz. The freedom to do this was hot! I read stories of guys who felt they never were able to be truly free to be themselves until after they were infected with HIV. Ideas that used to repulse me actually began to creep into my fantasies. I told myself that although it was wrong and sick to actually desire to be infected, it was okay to fantasize about, knowing that I would never ever do it. It wasn’t long before I clicked on links to videos of Poz guys fucking other Poz guys. I envied their freedom. Then one night when out of town and quite drunk and high on poppers I clicked on a link to a video of a Poz guy breeding a Neg guy and filling him with cum as the Neg guy begged to be Pozzed up. I shot the biggest load I think that I had ever done in my life. Once I acknowledged that the idea of HIV was hot I found myself thinking about it more and more. Sober I knew that I would never let it become reality, but when I would drink alcohol and do poppers I would feel my inhibitions lowering and I would fantasize letting a Poz guy bred me raw. But it was just fantasy. But as with other fantasies in the past I needed to keep pushing the limit to keep getting the same thrill out of it. I wrote a few stories about it to post on the BZ site. Somehow putting a fantasy into words and sharing it with others made the fantasies a little more real. That is how I got to the point of writing my ad. I was on one of my overnight business trips and had been drinking heavily, watching porn and doing poppers. I was really horny and had posted some ads but had not had any luck finding anyone to come to my motel room. I had been watching some Poz breeding videos and fantasizing that I was a Neg guy being bred by a Poz top with a bio hazard tattoo. I was scared but I wanted to be converted so that I could be free. I was so worked up I wanted to make the fantasy a little more real. “Seeking a Positive Attitude” was the title of my Craigslist ad. As I began typing the ad, I could feel my cock throbbing and my body begin shaking with the excitement of it all. “Hosting in my motel room for late night play. You: 35+ Body type: Any… skinny, average, bear+++ Race: Any Cock: Any. Large+++ BBC+++ Personality: Dominant, aggressive, you don’t know the meaning of the word NO. Verbal+++ Preference: RAW/BARE ONLY Once inside you never pull out until finished Status: The ad title says it all. No meds++++ HVL++++++ Me: Late 50s, white, married bi male. 6’, 220lb bear. 5.5” cut. Hairy body but shaved pubic area. Personality: Submissive and very kink friendly Status: Negative Naked in motel room, drinking, watching porn, doing poppers and playing with my cock and hole. If this ad is posted, then I am probably very drunk and very high and all inhibitions have been stripped away.” I attached a photo of me on all fours, head down on the bed showing my open and lubed hole. As I was typing, I poured myself 3-4 shots of Everclear and downed it. My body was shivering all over with excitement. I grabbed my popper bottle and began taking one hit after another non-stop as I read the ad over. As I put my finger over the button to publish the ad my cock erupted shooting cum all over the place. My body went limp from the intensity of my orgasm and I sat there in a daze for about 10 minutes without moving. Then I saved the ad as a draft for another time then crawled into bed and passed out. My draft ad became a tool to use to make my masturbation sessions much better. Not wanting to wear it out and lose the thrill, I saved it for when I was traveling and had been drinking and doing poppers and edging myself to porn for hours. I would log into my account and get ready to publish the ad when I got ready to cum. It always made my orgasm super intense. Management changes at work and budget cutting measures suddenly resulted in most meetings being held using Skype. This was more efficient as it eliminated hours of travel time and saved money, but it also did away with my overnight stays out of town. Almost two years had gone by since I had the opportunity to play while on a business trip. Another meeting was coming up but it was decided that this one would be best to do in person. It was only about 3 hours away so it didn’t warrant an overnight stay but I was in definite need of playtime. I decided that I would take the day after the meeting off as a vacation day. I told my wife that there was a lot of work to accomplish at the meeting and that it would spill over to a second day so I would be staying out of town for 1 night. The meeting was scheduled for a Thursday, so I would be back home Friday night.

btw readers - this is the first story i have ever written.....still alot of writing,twists and turns to come yet so please keep checking back until we reach the end ...... in the meantime enjoy a pic of Adam attached.

Hot story! I had similar in college, a few years back... My roomate was str8, I was gay (he found out 2 years into our friendship, that's another story). I used to get his used come 2-ways..first was from used condoms, just like you do...and I also swallowed it, or used as lube on my dildo! He also used to JO into a sock, on a daily basis, and I would sneak into his room when he left, eat the cum out of his sock, and replace with my load. This went on for several years, until he found out, then he would just give it to me straight from the source...no oral sex But when he was going to cum, he would cum into my room and shoot into my hand, or call me into his room and let me scoop it up from his stomach. I think he secretly got off knowing his cum wasnt getting wasted and that I loved swallowing it!

Part 2 I was growing in confidence now and as the months went by I found many more active public toilets and I had no hesitation in joining in whenever I got the chance. Lots of wanking and sucking went on in those toilets and a surprising amount of fucking. I was much more of a bottom in those days and enjoyed nothing more than letting older guys use me in public toilets. As well as wanking and sucking, I would often bend over and let guys fuck me and cum in my arse. I found a really active toilet near the university which was always busy early in the morning with guys going to work and students on the way in to university. I had some really good times in there and would often sit in my lectures with at least one load up my arse. One morning an older guy fucked me in one of the cubicles and as he was getting close to coming I looked up and saw a geeky looking young lad with glasses on, about the same age as me and obviously a student, looking over from the next cubicle. I grinned up at him and he grinned back. When the guy shot his load up me and left the cubicle I motioned to the geeky guy to join me. He hesitated but then I heard him climbing down off the toilet and he was soon in the cubicle with me. He had a surprisingly big cock and I sucked him for a while and then bent over again and soon I was taking my second load of the day as geeky boy shot his load right up me. One or both of them must have shot a particularly big load up me that day because I had to excuse myself from a tutorial half way through the morning to push the loads out! Of course there were many times when nothing much interesting happened and some occasions when nothing happened at all but being young and up for it I had many very horny experiences and enjoyed nothing more than coming across another good active public toilet. I also sometimes saw lads I knew from uni in the toilets, fucking and sucking, and not always the ones I would have thought would be into other guys. One day I was in a toilet in the south side of the city and I saw a lad I went to school with. Paul was a few years older than me and I had always fancied him. He was good looking, good at sport and always popular with the girls. I used to see him around when I went home to visit my family and I knew he was working in his father's company and was due to get married soon. I had seen him quite recently when I was visiting my family and had admired once again his fit arse, which really filled out his trousers. I was quite shocked to see him in the toilet that day. He was down on his knees surrounded by three guys and was taking it in turns to suck their cocks. He had his cock out wanking as he sucked the guys off and as I watched from a discreet distance I got my own cock out and began to wank. I had never imagined seeing Paul in such a horny scene but it was about to get even better. One of the guys came in Pauls's mouth and left and the younger of the two remaining guys pulled him up to his feet. Paul pulled his pants right down and bent over, continuing to suck the other guy as the guy who had pulled him up stood behind him. Paul must have been lubed (or already been fucked) because the guy was able to push his cock right up him. He began to fuck as Paul continued to suck the other guy and I watched and wanked until one guy came in Paul's mouth as the other spunked up his fit arse. I never saw Paul cruising again and I often wondered if he continued to take cock in his mouth and his arse after he got married and had children. About once a month I would visit one of my aunts who lived on the other side of the city for lunch on Sunday. I would normally take the train but one Sunday the trains weren't running so I took a bus. I was feeling particularly horny that day as I had been sitting exams during the previous two weeks and had not had much time for anything but studying. I looked out the window of the bus as it wound its way up a hill beside a park. Through the trees I could see what was obviously a public toilet set well back from the entrance of the park and as the bus passed I saw what looked like quite a fit looking guy coming out of it..... I was really horny and just in the mood to suck some cock so I decided to check it out on the way home. I had lunch at my aunts and answered all the usual questions. I assured her that I was studying hard (which I was) and that I was behaving like a good Christian boy (which I wasn't!). A couple of hours later I was in the park and making my way towards the toilet. I went in and I knew straight away that it was active. There was graffiti on the walls, a small urinal and two cubicles, both of which were occupied. I had entered the toilet very quietly and as I stood still for a moment I could hear sounds coming from the cubicles which sounded suspiciously like two guys fucking. I went back outside and sat on a bench a little way away from the toilet, watching some lads who looked to be in their late teens and early twenties playing football in the distance and feeling even hornier. After a while a stocky, dark haired guy came out the toilet and walked off down the hill. I waited a little while and then made my way in to the toilet. One of the cubicles was now empty and I went in and closed the door. The first thing I saw was a perfectly sized glory hole in the wall between the cubicles. I pulled down my trousers and pants and sat down on the toilet. I waited a minute or two and then looked through the hole. A guy was sitting on the toilet. pants down, playing with his cock. He looked through at me and I saw he was just a few years older than me, nice looking, slim, with glasses. He smiled and I smiled back and he motioned to me to put my cock through the hole. I didn't hesitate - I stood up and pushed my already hard cock through the hole into his mouth. It was just what I needed and he sucked me so well I soon felt like I was going to cum. I didn't want to cum too soon so I pulled out and motioned to him to put his cock through. He had quite a big cock and I sucked him for a while before he pulled back and motioned to me to put my cock through again. He sucked me for a while and then I felt him take hold of my cock. He wanked me a few times and then I felt a different sensation. I knew exactly what he had done - he had backed his arse on to my cock and I was now fucking him through the glory hole. His hole was surprisingly tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I lasted much longer than I thought I would but I had not come for quite a few days and it was not too long before the inevitable happened and I shot what felt like a huge load right up his arse. After a while I pulled my cock out his arse and looked through at him. He grinned and gave me the thumbs up sign. I was a bit drained now but still feeling horny and I thought I could probably shoot another load so I decided to go back and sit on the bench for a while and see what happened. The lad I had just fucked didn't come out the toilet and after a while I saw the lads who had been playing football start to pack up and move towards the park gates. A little later one of the lads came back and made his way to the toilet. He passed quite close to me - he was fit, dark haired quite slim, wearing light blue jeans and a green and white football top. I saw him look around before he entered the toilet and I was fairly sure he wasn't going in there just for a piss..... I waited a while and sure enough he didn't reappear so I got up and walked quietly into the toilet. Once again, both cubicle doors were closed and once again I could hear the unmistakeable sound of two guys trying to fuck quietly. I noticed there was a gap between the cubicle doors and the floor of the toilet. I was horny again and had a quick look outside to make sure no one was coming and then I got down to look under the cubicle door. As I thought, I saw two pairs of feet both pointing in the same direction but to my surprise I realised it was the football lad who was backed up to the glory hole, his jeans and pants at his ankles. I could hear the fucking now and I could see the shadow of the other guy starting to fuck harder. I moved round to the urinal and got my cock out, wanking as I pictured the fit football lad being fucked up the arse by the other lad's big thick cock and I guessed from the sounds I could hear that the guy doing the fucking was getting close. I heard him cum noisily and after a minute or two the cubicle door opened and he came out. He left the toilet quickly without looking round and I stayed at the urinal for a while to see if football lad would come out. He didn't, so I wasted no time in going into the other cubicle. Nothing happened for a while and then I saw football lad look through the hole. I leaned back and showed him my cock and he motioned to me to put it through. He started sucking me and just as I was thinking it doesn't get much better than this he pulled his mouth off my cock. I looked through the hole and he was turning to push his arse towards the hole, pulling his arse cheeks apart to show his hairy arse hole. I pushed my finger up him and found that he was well lubed - presumably with the other guy's cum. I slid up him easily and fucked him hard and fast and it was not long before I was shooting my second load of the day right up his fit, hairy arsehole. I returned to that toilet quite a few times and had a few good experiences, though none as horny as that first one. One time I was in there it was very quiet and nothing was happening. I was on the point of giving up and was just washing my hands at the sink before leaving when a guy came in to the toilet and stood at the urinal. I heard him taking a piss and as he did so he turned his head round to look at me. I was a bit nervous - he looked quite tough - he had a skinhead and a scar on his cheek and I thought for a minute I might be in trouble. Then he turns a little towards me and I saw his hard cock. He stroked it a few times and then motioned to me to join him at the urinal. I was still a bit unsure but I moved in next to him. He took hold of my hand and placed it on his cock. I started to wank him and then he put his hand on the back of my head and gently pushed me down towards his cock. I started sucking him and he groaned. After a while he stopped me. "Not here" he said and motioned to me to follow him as he left the toilet. I was horny so I followed him out of the toilet and through the park. He didn't say much as we walked out of the park and across the road into a run down council estate which I knew had a bit of a reputation. A little later we were in his rather bare flat and he had his cock out again. I went down and started to suck him and he sighed. He took hold of my head as he pushed his cock into my mouth but he was surprisingly gentle with me and he moaned as I sucked his cock. "Lick my balls" he said and he sighed again as I licked his big, hairy balls. I went back to sucking him and after a while I heard the door open and another guy came in. "Don't stop", said the guy I was sucking as the other guy came towards us. "This is my mate," he said "Do you want to make him feel good too?" I looked at the mate and thought 'Fuck yeah!' He was well fit -much younger, about 18 or 19, with a shock of blond hair and a cheeky grin - he looked just like a lad at uni I had always fancied. I nodded. "Good boy" said the guy I was sucking. I really liked this guy and I knew somehow that, tough as he was, I wasn't going to come to any harm. Soon the young blond had his cock out and I was taking turns sucking them both. After a while, the guy with the scar pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned round. He bent over the arm of the settee. "Lick my arse" he said. I hesitated. I had never rimmed anyone before, although I had had it done to me a couple of times and really enjoyed it. "Come on, " he said, "Lick my fuckin' arse." I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue tentatively into his arse. It was clean and fresh and I slowly started licking him. He moaned and soon I was licking his hole and pushing my tongue right into his arse and loving every minute of it. After a while he straightened up. "Now him," he said, pointing at the young lad. The blond lad pulled his pants down and bent over and soon my tongue was deep in his hole. His hole was not as fresh as the other guy's -in fact it was definitely quite funky, but I didn't really care. The other guy was fingering my arse now and rubbing some lube into it and soon my pants and trousers were off and I was kneeling on the settee in just my socks and T shirt as the guy with the scar pushed his cock slowly up my arse. He fucked me for a while and then pulled out and the blond lad took over. I was in heaven - not one but two fit guys using my arse They took turns on me for a while and then the guy with the scar began to fuck me really hard and I knew he was close to coming. He put his arms round my waist and pulled me really tight to him as he pushed his cock right up me and held it there as he pumped his load up me. He stayed up me for a moment or two and then pulled out. The blond lad pushed his cock up me and after just ten or twelve thrusts, he added his load to his mate's. It was one of the best and horniest experiences I ever had and I remember it like it was yesterday. One hot summer night not long after that encounter I had been at a student party with some friends in the university area of the city. I had been drinking heavily and when I left the party I decided to go for a walk and take a trip to a toilet nearby that I knew was open all night. I was pretty drunk when I got there and I don't really remember that much - but when I went in an older guy was standing at the urinal. Soon I was sucking him off and the next thing I remember he was fucking me up against the urinal. I was so drunk I didn't care that we were out in the open and when a second guy came in I let him fuck me too... When they left I decided to have a little rest and I sat down against the wall in front of the end urinal. I didn't really remember much about what happened after that when I woke up some time later but I knew at least one more guy had fucked me. I knew this because my pants and trousers were at my ankles and when I reached round and felt my arse, I could feel cum running down my legs and I vaguely remembered that more than one guy had fucked me after the first two had gone. I was also lying in a pool of piss and at first I thought I was so drunk I had pissed my pants. Then I realised from the state of my clothes that someone must have taken a piss on me. I didn't know if it was one of the guys who fucked me or just some random guy that had come in, seen me slumped by the urinal and just taken a piss on me. I managed to get myself home and woke up the next morning, hung over but none the worse for my experience. I was, however, starting to take more and more risks and I was lucky on a few occasions that nothing bad happened to me. Of course, there were other risks associated with cruising for sex in public toilets and, truth to tell, I had become rather careless of those risks. Then one afternoon I got a shock..... Part 3 to follow

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”

The other night I was online with my barebackrt profile open and got a hit from a cute younger guy who was into leather, bareback, cum and who was curious about watersports. His profile described him as 27, bb bottom, HIV neg (recently tested hiv neg as of 3/2010), vers bottom 5'7" 145 hairy bottom. From his pics I knew I wanted to breed his ass! After chatting for a while and after I described my play room for him, he asked if I had any other HIV neg tops who would fuck him if he came over. I told him sure, and I described a fuck buddy, Steve, who was 44 year old, hot and a top, who I knew would love to join in and breed him. Now, Steve and I had played before, but as we are both tops, we had never fucked, but I knew he had a great cut eight inch cock and that we had enjoyed sucking each other off to completion. The kid agreed, so I spoke with Steve, who agreed to join us, and when I told Steve I was going to save-up a big load to blow into the kid, Steve readily agreed to do the same. Over the next couple of days I arranged the play session, and when both the kid and Steve showed up to my place at the same time, the three of us stripped naked in the play room where I had set-up a sling as well as a bondage table (just in case one of us decided he wanted to surrender control). Within minutes the kid was sucking us, and very quickly both Steve and I went to full erection. The kid unsuccessfully tried to take both of us in his mouth at the same time. His face might have been as cute as hell, but he just couldn't orally simultaneously handle the two of us. After getting some pre-cum from both of our hard cocks, Steve decided the boy was ready to take his hard dripping cock up his ass! As the kid was doing a great job sucking my cock, Steve slowly slid his raw thick cock deep up the boy's ass, and soon was ramming his cock all the way up the kid's hole, while making him take my cock all the way to the base! The kid choked several times in doing this, but moaned for more, even as he kept swallowing my cock with each deep thrust Steve gave him. By this point of watching this hot bottom get fucked raw by Steve's huge cock, I was determined to get into the kid's ass, so I switched places with Steve and found myself fucking a very tight and wet ass. The kid loved it when I pulled out, only to slam myself home again. My balls began to tingle, and I knew I had to stop right then or that I would load him right away. The whole time the kid had Steve's in his mouth. I withdrew, knowing from the prior e-mail exchanges that the kid wanted to be double fucked by the two of us, so I lay down on the bondage table and had the kid sit on my cock, and when my cock was lodged deep in the kid's hole, I gestured for Steve to climb on board and slide his hard cock deep into the kid. The feeling was amazing. I could feel my hard cock right next to Steve's, while both of our cocks were lodged in the kid's ass. After some hard pounding by both Steve and me, I felt as if I was about to loose it. The kid asked me not to cum so we took a break and Steve and I switched positions, so he was on his back, the kid sat on Steve's cock, while I slid in from the top. I'm watching all the action on the mirror in the room and Steve's fat cock and the kids tight ass is taking a toll. Again I felt my balls tingling. I knew I wanted to breed this kid. Fortunately, by this time the kid was begging me to cum in his ass. "Cum in my ass!" "Come on, give me that hot load!" Nothing turns me on more than to hear the bottom begging for my load. "Give me your cum!" I can't hold back any longer and blow my three-day load up the kid's tight hole, coating Steve's hard cock in the process. In fact, Steve exclaimed he could feel the cum pulsating out of my cock into the kid's hole, a point the kids seconded. After cumming, I remained lodged in the kid's ass for several minutes, only to watch my cum flow out onto Steve's crotch when I withdrew. The kid then want to be fuck in the sling and as I was the only one who had cum, they quickly moved over to the sling. As Steve started to fuck the kid, I fed my cum and ass juice covered cock to the kid as I slowly jacked the kid's rock hard cock. A few minutes into this I told Steve I needed to get more of my cum on my cock for the kid to lick off so Steve and I switched places, which allowed me to fuck the kid some more until I had a large glob of my cum on top of my cock. Then I pulled-out, Steve took my place, and I fed the kid my tasty cock! Steve fucked with tremendous vigor, and soon was fucking full-depth into the kid's hole. The kid, meanwhile, begged for his second load of the night, demanding Steve "Fuckin' cum in my ass hole!" and "I want you to add your cum to his load up my ass!" After a few minutes Steve commented "I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?" "Breed my hole, and mix your cum with the load that's already in there," the kid stated. Steve tensed up and I knew he was on the cusp of breeding the kid. "Oh, fuck, fuck," Steve yelled as he approached the cusp of breeding the kid. At the same time my cock was down the kid's throat and I jacked him off to a huge orgasm. The first volley of cum hit the wall behind the kid, then the subsequent shots blasted the kid's chest, neck and stomach. Steve and I licked the cum off the kid and the three of us enjoyed a three-way kiss, sharing the kid's load as Steve's cock slowly softened and a large glob of cum hit the floor as he withdrew. Afterwards the three of us enjoyed the after-sex glow, and casually chatted about the experience and other hot fucks we had enjoyed. Eventually the kid left, and Steve hung around to speak with me, and what he had to say was really fucked-up! I had specifically invited Steve because I knew he was neg, and the kid only wanted to take neg cum. Steve then told me that two weeks earlier he had been diagnosed as poz, adding that he hoped I was okay with having played with him. "Sure I am," I replied, but added "the kid, however, was neg, and didn't want to play with poz guys." Steve replied, "Yeah, I know I should have said some thing, but when I saw you breed the kid, I had to add my poz DNA to the mix of cum in the kid's ass." I guess we'll find out if the breeding took or not in a few weeks. I can only hope the kid knows what he's riskign when he takes loads from guys he just met online!

Part 2 My Son layed there on the dirty couch, breathing deep, in shock from his daddy raping his little cunt, piss and cum leaking out and down his balls. "Get in the bathroom and drain yourself!" I commanded, kicking him off the couch. He scrambled off the couch and down the tall to the toilet, wiping off his tear stained cheeks. "AND NO CRYING! Jesus Christ, I'm not going to tolerate your sissy emo shit!" I hollard after him. "And hurry your ass back in here! Daddy's not through busting your pussy yet!" He moved quickly from the bathroom back to the couch and sat down, cowering a bit. It was good he was afraid of me. It would be easier to control him. I handed him a fresh pipe and lit it, watching him inhale the thick white smoke. This time I hit it as well, passing it back and forth between us. When it was gone, I took the baggie and put some crytals on the back of my hand and snorted them, enjoying the burn in the back of my throat. Standing up to turn on the camera, I pushed him back on the couch. "Show me your pussy boy!" I instructed my new whore. He obediently grabbed his ankles, showing me the still red and oozing hole. I enjoyed seeing my son spreading for daddy. Taking the baggie I licked my fingers and stuck it in, coating it with powder, and rammed my fingers in his red gash. He moaned as his hole started to burn, the need to be fucked taking over his being. I finger fucked him, making sure to rub his anal ring, grinding the crystals into his tissue. His hole started sucking my finger as he started to spin more. I moved between his thighs, throwing his ankles over my shoulders. Looking down, I stared into eyes that looked just like mine and said, "Tell daddy what you want. Tell daddy you want his cock in your pussy. Beg me to fuck you." "Please daddy," he panted, breathing shallow, "please fuck me. Please give me your cock." I rammed my cock into his cunt while I slapped his face hard, eliciting a loud wail from him. "Take it bitch! Take Daddy's fuck!" I yelled while I slapped him over and over. Fresh tears streamed down his face as I beat him. His pain only turned me on more. I grabbed his ankles and pushed all my weight down on him, burying my cock as deep as I could. Fresh redness covered my cock as I plunged it in and out of his gripping hole. That too just spurred me on more, and I rode him as hard as I could while I spit on his face. " Tell me son!" I demanded, "Tell me what you want! Tell me what you are! Tell me who owns your cunt!" "You do Daddy!" He blurted out. "I do what?" "You own my cunt Daddy! Oh God! Fuck me Daddy! FUCK ME!" "What are you son?" "I'm your whore, Daddy." "Louder!" "I'm Your Whore Daddy!" "LOUDER!" I demanded, slapping him and spitting in his face. "I'M YOUR WHORE DADDY! I'M YOUR WHORE! Oh God, FUCK ME!!!" Fuck him I did! Mercilessly for at least 30 minutes, never letting up, pounding his boycunt as hard as I could. Finally I blew a second load in his cunt bellowing "Take it whore! Take your Daddy's cum again! This is what you were made for! To take real mens seed deep in you!" I collapsed on him, our sweating bodies breathing deep and hard. I lay there on top of him, my mind spinning, knowing I had claimed him as my property. I pulled out my son and stood up, spitting on him one last time. "Go get in the shower slut. We have to go see my dealer and your going to earn me some more T." I watched him stumble down the hallway, cum and blood running down his thighs. I just laughed knowing what he was in for shortly.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 5 We arrived at my house. While Zak chased me to the front door I stripped off my shirt and dropped it on the front porch. I flung the door open and ran toward the staircase with my hard cock begging to burst from my jeans. Zak caught up to me at the stair landing. He grabbed my ankle on my way up the steps, causing me to catch myself as I fell to the stairs. I laughed and turned over onto my back as he crawled up the stairs on top of me. He grinned, “You can’t get away from me, hot man.” I put my arm around his neck and pulled Zak’s lips to mine. As he rested his body on top of me I felt his boned up shaft press against mine. “Like I didn’t want to be caught.” The trail of clothes contnued. I pulled Zak’s shirt off over his head and tossed it aside. The pants were next. After I unzipped his jeans and worked them off his sweet ass, Zak stood up and kicked them to the floor at the base of the stairs. I remained on the steps leaning back on my elbows. He stood before me naked and hard then slowly made his way up the steps, straddling my body. He towered over me with his monster meat dancing straight out at attention and balls dangling above my face. Poison drooled from the monster’s mouth. I reached up to his chest and slid my hand down his abdomen to his cock. I grasped his shaft working more precum from his piss hole and down his Prince Albert jewelry. Strings of toxic juice dripped from his jewelry and met my tongue on the way to his death stick. I ran my tongue across his PA ring, to his gaping urethra, lapping up all his sweet nectar. I licked the head of his beast then slipped his shaft past my lips and down my throat while massaging his low hanging balls. He groaned with pleasure as I continued to devour his cock. Zak pulled his dick from my mouth and straddled my body on his knees. He unzipped my jeans and crawled down a few steps before standing up. Zak grabbed my pants leg and tugged to slip my jeans off, but they didn’t budge because I held onto the waistline. I started to laugh. “Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” Grinning, “Yep!!” He yanked harder. I grabbed the handrail to brace myself but still slid down a step or two as my jeans let loose and tore off my body with one swift swoop. My hard rod slapped against my abdomen with a smack. Zak whipped my jeans to the floor with a grin on his face. “Turn over and get on your knees. Get ready to take my poz cock, pig.” Zak smacked me on the ass with his open palm then positioned behind me. He spit on my hole and in his hand and lubed both up. With one swift jab he tore open my hole with the head of his mighty tool. “Woah, Zak!! You mean business.” He showed no mercy and plowed into my ass with the full length of his shaft. “Take my poz meat, bitch.” The more he talked dirty to me, the harder and more turned on I got. “Fuck, yes….give it to me.” As he rammed into me again, “If you’re not poz yet, you will be after today. I’m going to tear you up.” “It feels so fucking good. Fuck me!!” “You like my poz dick in you, don’t you bitch?” “I love it. Poz my ass.” “I can’t hear you bitch. You want it?” “Yes!! I want your DNA in me.” Zak continually pounded into my prostate, pushing me closer to the edge. He again cracked his hand on my ass then grabbed my hips and rammed in me harder and harder. “I’m going to wreck that hole till you bleed, bitch. You’re getting my babies right into your blood.” Zak was relentless. I could feel his PA stretching and tearing my hole up. “Fuck, yes, bitch. That’s what I wanted to see. Look at this, bitch.” Zak pulled out of my ass. I turned my head to see his meat pulsing and throbbing, coated with streaks of red blood. He again slammed his two fingers into my ass and pulled them out with red juice on them (a mixture of poz precum and blood). “Taste my virus in your blood.” I stuck out my tongue and he slid his fingers into my mouth. I sucked and licked them clean swallowing every bit down my throat. “Fuck, that is so fucking hot. Ready for my poz load, bitch?” “Yes, give it to me.” “What do you want, pig?” “I want your poz cum in me!!” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure.” “Beg for it, bitch. Beg for me to convert your ass.” “Fuck, please, give me your poz cum. Please charge me up.” Zak increased his force of his thrusts and again grasped my hips. “You loved fucking that waiter, didn’t you, bitch?” “Fuck yes. I loved breeding him.” “Giving him your seed to convert him.” “Yes, I want to infect guys.” “Fuck!! Share my virus. Poz those bareback pigs.” “Yes!!” “Fuck, here comes my poison, bitch.” “Oh Fuck, yes. Give it to me.” Zak thrust into me balls deep, and his cock began to pulse. Each throb made my ass pucker tight around his death stick. I reached for my cock, and just touching the shaft of my rod pushed me over the edge. My cock erupted. As my rod sprayed semen onto the stairs I felt Zak’s jizz coat my bloody guts. My ass was full of toxic seed. Zak pulled out from my hole, and bloody jizz leaked from my wrecked ass. Zak quickly lapped up his spooge then shared it with me in a deep, passionate kiss. Zak laid on the steps next to me, sweaty and panting. I remained on my hands and knees, puffing, and grinning from ear to ear. Being with Zak was exhilarating. He looked into my eyes, and with a serious look on his face reached up to me and caressed my cheek with a gentle touch of his hand. “I know we just met, Zeek, but I know how I feel about you. I want to be with you, two pig partners.” “You mean two poz, pig, partners.” “Yes, two poz, pig, partners.” I leaned over and gently kissed his lips and buried my tongue in his mouth. “I’d love that.” Zak and I showered together, lathering each other up, and boning each other up. I sucked his hard dick, deep throating him and tasting his sweet nectar that I loved. He pulled his cock from my mouth. “Open up, Zeek.” His cock pointed upward in front of my face. I stuck my tongue out to meet a stream of piss shooting from his shaft hole. He filled my mouth with urine, and I gulped it all down my throat. Zak grasped his dick and aimed it at my head, spraying piss all over my face. I lapped it from my lips as it drenched my stache. He continued to spray piss all over my body. I loved seeing it shoot from his dick hole, and again took his stream down my throat. The last few shots of piss ran down my throat, and I again took the full length of his massive meat into my mouth. Zak pulled me to my feet and made out with me while the hot water pounded against our bodies. That evening we cruised the club scene looking for fellow pigs to stealth fuck. I was pretty confident that Zak’s virus was in my system, and that I could very well be poz or pozzing very soon. Either way, the thought of us converting a negative pig together had my dick rock hard sitting at the bar. We scoped out the potential victims, and noticed a cute, trim, blonde haired twink sitting alone at the other end of the bar. He had a nice, scruffy, beard covering his face, and something about blondes and redheads gets me boned, not to mention the thought of our dicks in his twink ass bare. Zak and I motioned for the bartender and bought our twink a drink. The bartender pointed us out, and the twink raised his glass and smiled to thank us. We did the same and motioned for him to come join us. He picked up his drink and made his way to our end of the bar. As he approached us he put out his hand for the customary handshake. “Hi, thanks for the drink guys, I’m Ian.” “Zak and Zeek.” We each took his hand to shake it. A solid handshake, a good sign (I think you can tell a lot about an individual from a handshake). For starters this told me he was confident, and sure of himself. “Different names you don’t hear all the time… nice. Are you two partners?” I looked at Zak, and before I could say a word he blurted out, “Yes, we are.” “You two look good together. Nice ink too, guys. I love tattoos.” “Have any ink, Ian?” “No, but I’d like to. I just can’t make up my mind what to get.” (Thinking to myself) I know what you can get…..a biohazard tattoo after we poz your sweet ass. “Well, Zak here is a tattoo artist. He’s doing my sleeve.” “Awesome!! You do beautiful work, Zak.” Then Zak added, “If you decide you want some ink, I’d be happy to schedule a consultation with you.” “Oh, are you here in Milwaukee?” “No, I’m in Chicago, but I can pack up my equipment and head up here to see Zeek and do some ink work for you.” “Oh, so you live in Milwaukee, Zeek?” “Yep, we’re doing the long distance thing for now. We just met not too long ago.” “Cool.” He raised his glass again, “Well here’s to you two. A handsome couple.” “Thanks, Ian.” “I’ll be right back guys. I have to piss like crazy.” Ian turned and made a bee line for the men’s room. “Sweet, look at that ass, Zak.” “I’d love to tag team that.” “Well, what are you waiting for, Zak?” “Be right back.” Zak was off his bar stool in a flash and heading for the men’s bathroom. Zak walked into the dimly lit men’s room, took a spot next to Ian at the urinal, and whipped out his dong. The urinal was a long trough…..quite the cruisy scene. “Well, your cock is as beautiful as your ass, Ian.” Ian started to piss. “Fuck, are you ever hung, and inked too, so hot.” That’s all it took, and Ian’s cock started to bone up. Zak reached over and put his hand into Ian’s piss stream then licked his fingers. “MMMM, sweet.” Ian stopped pissing and looked at Zak. Ian was now fully erect, “You like piss too?” Zak grasped Ian’s shaft and turned Ian toward him. He got down on his knees and put the head of Ian’s cock in his mouth. “You want my piss?” Zak only nodded yes since his mouth was quite full. “Fuck, here it comes.” Ian let go a full stream of piss. Zak didn’t lose a drop and guzzled all of Ian’s piss from the tap. Zak came up for air, “God, I love piss.” Zak put Ian’s cock back in his mouth and started to deep throat his boned up meat. After a few minutes of sucking a guy stumbled into the bathroom and interrupted the play. “Oh, excuse me guys, sorry.” The guy awkwardly fumbled his way out of the bathroom and let the door close. Zak and Ian laughed. “Guess we should take this to Zeek’s place. Are you game?” “Absolutely!!” Zak and Ian returned to the bar with obvious boned up cocks bulging in their jeans. “I see you two got a little friendlier in there.” “Ian’s game. He’s going to join us.” “Sweet.” I reached for Ian’s package and grasped his hard dick while planting a long, wet kiss on his lips. “Damn, and an awesome kisser too.” We slammed our drinks, and the three of us left the bar. As we walked out the door my cock was already rock hard at the anticipation of filling Ian’s ass with toxic seed. Ian followed us home, and we made sure to not lose him in route. We both whipped our dicks out on the way home. Both our piss holes were already oozing precum as we stroked each other’s shafts. “Fuck, this is our first time tag teaming, Zeek.” “This is going to be so hot.” We offered Ian something to drink, but after one sip of our beer, the bottles sat on the coffee table. Zak grabbed Ian’s crotch, “Now where were we? Oh yeah.” Ian chuckled and unzipped his pants. Zak pulled Ian’s dick out and got on his knees. He held the tip of Ian’s cock in his mouth and downed Ian’s pissed. He saved the last mouthful and locked lips with me, sharing the Ian’s piss with me. I pulled Ian’s shirt off, and dropped mine to the floor, then began to make out with him on the sofa. Zak pulled his shirt off and added it to the pile on the floor. He knelt in front of Ian, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them from his trim body. Ian’s cock was fully erect, a good 8 inches, and leaking his nectar onto his abdomen. Zak wrapped his hand around the base of Ian’s shaft and licked up his sweet juice before slipping the full length of his meat across his tongue and down his throat. I unbuttoned my jeans and worked them to my ankles, and flipped them to the side. Ian stroked my throbbing meat while our lips remained locked, our tongues dancing together. Zak continued to deep throat Ian’s cock, and Ian grabbed Zak by the back of the head burying his dick even further into Zak’s mouth. Zak had unzipped his jeans letting his hard, poisonous monster out to stroke, but kept them buttoned to conceal his biohazard ink. After a few minutes he licked his finger and began working it between Ian’s legs massaging his tight hole. Ian quickly responded, lifting his legs and spreading his cheeks. Zak buried his face in Ian’s ass and licked and probed his hole, working his tongue inside. While Zak rimmed Ian, I engulfed Ian’s cock into my mouth. I could taste his sweet nectar on my tongue as it leaked from his piss hole. Zak worked a few fingers into Ian’s hole, teasing his cunt to open up then buried his tongue in Ian’s ass. Ian moaned and squirmed with pleasure as we worked his cock and massaged his sweet hole. “Fuck, you guys are so fucking hot. I love it.” I pulled Ian’s cock from my mouth, “There’s a lot more where that came from.” I nudged Zak, “Come on guys, let’s take this to the bedroom.” I led the guys down the hall to my bed. My cock was fully erect, anxious to seed our blonde twink. Zak wrapped his arms around Ian’s chest from behind, kissed him on neck, and ground his cock between his ass cheeks. He whispered into his ear, “Get on the bed on all fours. I want to fuck your ass.” Ian crawled on the bed with his ass at the edge for easy access. Zak knelt at the edge of the bed and again buried his tongue in Ian’s ass. He licked and fucked Ian with his tongue, lubing his cunt for his toxic cock. Ian arched his back and groaned with pleasure. I slipped onto the bed on my knees in front of Ian; my cock leaking its juices that I hoped was charged. Ian grasped my dick directing it toward his mouth. He licked the full length of my shaft then engulfed my cock down his throat to the base. Chills shot through my body. I grabbed our blonde twink by the head and slowly fucked his throat, making him gag from the tonsil probe. Zak fingered and rimmed Ian’s man hole, loosening him up. His hole puckered around Zak’s fingers, and Ian pushed against Zak’s hand, working his fingers deeper inside. Ian began to rock back and forth on Zak’s fingers. He was primed and ready to seed. “That’s it, boy. Open up. You’re ready for my cock.” Ian flipped my cock from his mouth, “Do you have condoms?” We prepared ahead of time for this. “Sure do.” I reached for my nightstand drawer and tossed a jacket to Zak then flipped a bottle of lube on the bed next to Zak. Zak stood at the edge of the bed behind Ian with his toxic precum dripping from his PA ring. Ian was mesmerized with the flames of ink down Zak’s shaft, “Fuck, yes, what a hot cock.” (Thinking to myself) Yeah, one hot, POZ cock. Zak tore the package open with his teeth and stretched the condom over his PA ring onto his cock head. Ian continued sucking my pole. Zak looked at me and grinned. He slipped the condom off his cock, unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to his ankles. Zak lubed up his shaft. He lined up the head of his monster to Ian’s cunt and pressed firmly against his hole. My shaft stiffened in Ian’s mouth at the sight of Zak’s biohazard tattoo and poisonous cock about to plow our unknowing, blonde twink. “Relax that cunt, boy. Let me in.” Zak grasped Ian by the hips and slowly worked the mouth of his monster into his manhole, drooling the first bit of toxic juice in his cunt. Ian gasped and groaned as Zak thrust farther inside, tearing his ass open. My cock flipped from Ian’s mouth, “Fuck it hurts.” “I’m about half way in, boy. Just relax, and let my shaft slide on in.” “Yes sir.” Zak again pushed on, further opening Ian up, then buried his cock balls deep inside his neg host. Ian tensed up in pain, “Fuck!!” “Damn, you’re so tight, boy. Feels incredible.” “Fuck, give me a sec. Hold on.” Ian slowly relaxed then began to ride Zak’s tool. “Fuck, so fucking hot,” as Zak began to thrust in and out of Ian. “God your cock feels good in me.” Ian’s hole begged for cock, and Zak pounded his ass hard and rough. He again devoured my cock in his mouth, working my pole, drinking up my precum. I pulled my cock from Ian’s mouth, “Suck my balls, boy.” “Yes sir.” Ian licked, then slipped both my balls into his mouth. My cock stiffened as I stroked my throbbing shaft. Ian sucked my balls for a bit then spit them out and stuck his tongue out at the head of my dick. I slapped my cock across his tongue then again fucked his face. Zak continued to plow our twink’s ass. “Fuck, boy, you’re going to push me over the edge. You have one sweet cunt.” “Fuck, shoot your load, Zak.” Zak asked, “You want me to cum, boy?” I nearly shot down Ian’s throat, knowing he was about to take a toxic load of jizz. I pulled my throbbing cock out of his mouth to save my cum for his sloppy hole. “Yes, fuck…..cum inside me.” “Are you sure?” “Fuck yes….shoot your load.” “You got it!!” Zak buried his cock deep in Ian’s hole. “Here it comes, pig.” “Fuck yes.” My eyes were fixed on Zak’s cock and biohazard tattoo. I stroked my shaft slowly, edging myself so close to cumming. Zak’s meat stiffened and throbbed as he started to fill Ian’s cunt with his venom. “Oh my God, I can feel you shooting in me. Fuck, yes.” Zak’s body jerked and he moaned and panted as he loaded Ian’s guts with his poz cream. Sweat ran down Zak’s face and chest. “So fucking sweet.” Zak pulled his still hard cock from Ian’s hole. The last few drops of toxic seed oozed from his piss hole, and Zak slammed back into his victim, working his seed deeper inside. He again pulled out and poz cream leaked from our twink’s cunt down his ball sack. Ian turned his head to look at Zak, “Fuck, did you just cum in me bare?” Zak replied, “Sorry, we prefer it raw. I couldn’t resist giving you my load.” Ian noticed the tattoo on Zak’s abdomen, “You’re poz??!!” Zak said, “Guess so, pig.” “Fuck, and you just shot in me?!!” “Tell me you didn’t love it. Tell me it’s not what you really wanted.” Ian sat on the bed with a stunned look on his face. His cock throbbed rock hard standing straight up. “Look at your cock, boy. Your cock is telling you the truth.” “Fuck.” Tears ran down his cheeks trying to wrap his brain around what this meant. “I can’t say I didn’t love it, but it’s poz cum.” “And it’s the freedom to be a total pig. Tell me you don’t want that.” “I can’t. Fuck!!!” “Tell me you don’t want more poz cum.” Ian’s cock stiffened and pulsed. “I can’t. I don’t get it. I should be furious, but the thought of your poz cum in me is turning me on.” Zak grinned, “Yeah, boy, you want more poz cum, don’t you?” “Fuck……I do. Why is this such a turn on?” Zak leaned over and gave Ian a wet kiss burying his tongue in his mouth. My cock was rock hard watching Ian’s realization that he wanted this as much as we wanted to convert him. “Just go with it, Ian. You want it, just let go.” I asked, “Are you ready for another load of cum?” “Are you poz too?” “Not sure yet. Zak’s been seeding me good for about a month so you may get a poz load and you may not.” Ian’s cock stiffened hearing those words. He stroked his cock shaft. “I don’t want to resist this. It feels so good.” Ian got back on all fours, “Fuck, give it to me. I want it.” Zak grinned, “Fuck, yeah!! That’s it, go with it. Good boy!!” Zak crawled on the bed in front of Ian, and Ian licked up all his poz cream and ass juice from Zak’s meat. While Ian serviced Zak, cleaning his tool, I lubed my cock with spit and slid right into Ian’s gooey hole. My shaft glided right in all the way, working my partner’s toxic juices into Ian’s intestinal walls. Ian began to deep throat Zak’s cock, boning him up again for round two. I continued to plow Ian’s ass, “Fuck, I won’t last long. What a turn on knowing I’m working Zak’s poz seed in you. Ian mumbled with a full mouth, “Yes.” I pumped his ass a few more minutes as Zak thrust in and out of his throat slowly. It pushed me over the edge. “Here it comes, bitch. Take my cum.” I pulled out of Ian’s ass and shot the first rope of cum across his hole then slammed back in his gut shoving my seed inside. My cock continued to throb and shoot my seed in him. “Fuck, I hope you’re taking poz cum. Take it all.” I emptied my balls deep inside Ian. My cock slipped from his hole. A mixture of our seed tinged with pink oozed from his man hole. I slammed my tongue into his gaping cunt and lapped up our juices. Zak moved in behind me, “Are you ready for more of my poz cum, pig?” “Fuck yes. Fuck me.” I moved to the bed on my back and slipped under Ian to suck his boned up cock while Zak plowed into Ian’s wrecked hole. I stroked my shaft and sucked Ian’s hard cock. Zak pounded Ian’s cunt hard. “Work that seed in you, boy. We’re going to convert your ass tonight.” “Oh fuck, give me your poz load.” “You want it?” “Yes!” “Want to poz up, pig?” “Yes, give it to me.” “I’m getting close, pig. You’re going to get my toxic cum.” Ian’s dick was rock hard in my mouth. Ian exclaimed, “Oh fuck, I’m going to shoot!” His cock pulsed and began to shoot his creamy, neg, seed down my throat. “Here’s my second load, boy. Take that poz cum.” “Fuck yes. Give it to me.” Zak thrust in Ian again and let out a wild moan. “Feel me shooting in you, pig? You’re getting my virus right now.” “Oh my God!! It feels incredible!!” Ian filled my mouth with a huge load of jizz, emptying his nuts into my belly. Zak pulled his cock from Ian’s worn out hole. “Keep that seed in you boy. Welcome to the club.” Before Ian left we gave him our phone numbers. Zak hugged him, “You have a sweet ass, boy. When you’re ready for more toxic seed, or your biohazard tattoo, give us a call. Zeek will probably be highly toxic soon too.” “I will. Tonight was amazing. Thanks guys.” Ian planted a kiss on both our lips then slipped out the door. Next……chapter 6 ASAP.

i have played with and sucked k9. looking for someone local or visiting san Francisco with k9 i could play with, suck, and have him mount me. will of course also service the owner.

This story needed a major clean-up. It was written e. e. cummings style, so to speak. Punctuation at a minimum, few capital letters, run-ons. I have tried to save some of the style of the original text, but suppose my success is limited. Enjoy. ************************************************************************************************** 'Yo, guys - 20 year old poz boi here. I’ve been poz since I was 18. To be honest when I found this site that someone sent me a link of it at first thought it was really fucked-up, but then I got to reading stories and postings on this forum and, well, it fucking turns me on. So, I'm posting the story of how I got pozzed. Actually what's kinda funny is I've never even referred to it as "getting pozzed." I've always said "when I became poz." ‘Poz’ was never a verb to me until now - but anyway, here’s my story. I started having sex with guys when I was 16. The first time was with the guy who was my BF for a whole six months. We went to school together here in my home state of California. I lost my virginity to him, and we did it bareback. Of course it turned me, on but shit, I was 16, it was my first time, so anything turned me on. I don't think at that time it had anything to do with it being bareback. I almost always bottomed in our relationship. For that matter, I've always been a bottom. I seem to recall I topped him twice in that whole time we were together. Of course he was the only guy I was fuckin’ around with during that time, and yes, always bareback, and I always took his loads. I guess the seed was planted, so to speak, because whenever I knew Jason was about to cum, I would grab on to his ass and pull him into my ass as deeply as possible. I loved having him cum in me. Our usual position was with me on my back, my legs on his shoulders, and him pounding my hole until he came. I occasionally wrap my legs around his torso, and reach as far forward as I could to grab his ass and pull him deeper, doing this just as he shot. Guess I wanted to make sure I got every drop. Sometimes we managed to kiss really deeply, just as he shot his load. In sex, it pays to be dexterous. But as I said, I didn't think anything of it then. I just saw our practices as the norm: love and stuff. In any event, he was two years ahead of me in school, so we broke-up when he went off to college in Michigan and I stayed in California. For the next six months, whenever I had sex with a guy, we always used a condom. Yeah, always, and yeah, I missed having Jason cum in me, but I figured it was because I wasn’t fucking with Jason. I didn’t register my discontent was expressly associated with cum. Then, at Christmas, when Jason came back to California for the break, we got together, and resumed barebacking. I loved it so much, realizing that the element of barebacking was what I had been missing. I began to fixate on sperm, realizing I had a thing for cum shooting into my ass. When one time during that Christmas break, Jason and I went to a party. He got really drunk, and while he was trying to fuck me he couldn't stay hard. The proverbial whiskey dick. But he could get hard by jerking-off. So he lay on his back on the bed jerking off while i kissed him and lay next to him. Right when he was about to cum, I stood-up, sat on his cock as quickly as I could, and yes, he shot inside me. I, of course, shot my load all over his chest. I think that was the turning point for me. It wasn’t about Jason, it was about cum shooting in my hole. In the in the three years since then, I been fucked with a condom probably less than ten times, and believe you me, I've been fucked a great deal. You see, during the next semester, after Jason went back to college, I got in to drugs. Mostly meth. Tina. I ran in numerous problems at school, all associated with my interest in drugs. Eventually I dropped-out during my senior year, got a crappy job earning just enough to buy drugs. Now, I don’t want to sound stuck-up but I'm a really good looking guy from a Huntingdon Beach in southern California. Since I regularly surf, I have a nice body, and happen to have a really cute face. I've never had any problems getting guys, and yeah, I ended up with a reputation here around town for being a slut. Which was fine by me, because my reputation and looks meant any guy who wanted to dump a load in a surfer-dude’s ass knew I was available. Hot guys my age, college boys, businessmen. Hell, turned tricks for drugs or I'd hook up with older guys online to PnP. Even if I wasn't in to the guy or didn't think he was hot, I’d get with him if he had tina, and then once I was all high I'd let anyone fuck me. Tina turned me in to a total cum whore even more. Oddly, for the longest time I was still neg. I got tested few months. It was funny because the guys at the Gay and Lesbian Health Center where I got tested would grill me with the question "why do you come back so often?” I simply lied saying I was paranoid, or that my boyfriend kept cheating on me. I made up answers because I was still somewhat embarrassed to admit I was a cum dump. The perversity of human psychology: I wanted, as much as possible, to have guys cum up my ass, but I didn't want to be poz. I hoped I could do one without the other. Well. a month after I turned 18, I was living with a friend. I had been kicked out of my house by my parents four months earlier. Needless to say, I was having problems: no job, no money - and really, really needed tina. I met a guy online, Tim. I guess he was about 35 years old. He saw my picture and wanted me badly. Real badly. Tim would email me at least once a day, sending nasty emails to get me turned on, offering me drugs, money, offered to get guys to fuck me. I had done gangbangs before, and of course had gone to sex clubs, but I still was somewhat scared of Tim because I knew he was poz. I had seen it in his profile on Bareback City (it was still around then), although Tim’s profile on Manhunt didn't say as much - I suppose he thought I didn't know. Naturally, I didn’t bring the matter up in our discussions. I just played him off, but essentially avoided him because he was poz. Well, one weekend I got high with my friend with whom I was living, and being really horny, signed on to Manhunt, and of course Tim messaged me. I don’t really know what thinking, but I agreed to go over to his house. He said he had three buddies visiting, and they were all partying. He sent me pictures of them - they were all in their mid 20s. As I said, I was not particularly interested in playing with Tim, but his friends were really hot, so I guess I just thought I would fuck around with them, not him. I made arrangements for Tim to pick me up at the subway station. He was accompanied by a fourth guy named Brian who had also needed a ride. Brian was, like me, young: 21 or 22. In fact I casually knew Brian knew from non-sexual parties and the dance clubs. I thought Brian was really cute, although I had never made a move on him. In any event, I was even hornier because there were four hot guys, including Brian. My ass was twitching at the thought of the four guys pounding me. When we got to the Tim’s house, the six of us partied for awhile. Yeah, I smoked a lot of shit. While I never liked poppers, I was open to most other stuff, although tina was by far the most attractive. I was probably quite a flirt, because I was definitely the center of attention. The party quickly evolved into the hottest orgy of my life: we all stripped soon enough, and I lay on the bed taking hits and sucking Brian’s cock while three guys were taking turns sucking my cock. I edged Brian’s cock to rigid perfection, edging him just to the brink of orgasm. The other guys segued to fingering and eating my ass, sometimes with two or all three of them with a finger in my hole, naturally driving me insane. With the tina fucking my brain, and their fingers fucking my hole, I was very receptive to the dirty talk the guys began spewing forth. How they were going to fuck me raw and blow their loads in my ass. Brian would be edged me on saying "You want these boys to fuck you? You want these guys’ loads? I would groan in agreement, saying “fuck, yeah, yeah - fuck yes pleaaaaaase" but they kept finger fucking, rimming and teasing my hole. Finally one of the mid-20s guys, Matt, pushed my legs back and put his cock to my hole, all the while Brian was kissing me and saying "You want his cock? You little slut. You want that fucking load don't you cum boy?" My inhibitions gone, all I wanted was cum, and I wanted it so bad I was grateful I finally had a cock in my hole. I distinctly remember feeling like such a slut when I practically yelled out really loud "YES!" once his head of his cock got in my hole. And he fucked me. Fuck yes, he started fucking me while they were all watching and talking dirty and playing with themselves. All the while, our host, Tim, was pretty much watching and jerking himself. Of course I didn’t really care what he was doing so long as his cock didn’t come near my hole. But everyone else was taking turns kissing me while Brian sucked my dick and Tim pounded my ass. He didn’t come in my hole, but rather pulled out and one of the other guys took his place. Guess Matt was saving his load, and that’s how it went for about two hours. The guys took turns fucking me over and over but no one cumming - yet. Everyone was so partied up, so I suppose that helped everyone in holding back, although Brian kept saying the guys would give me a huge deposit - when they finally did shoot, and I kept saying how much I wanted that cum in my ass. Finally while Matt was fucking me, they all started talking about how they were gonna cum this time around, and Matt really started fucking me really hard. I was laying on my back, damn near bent in half with my ass in the air and my knees practically next to my head. Guess the booty bumps may have helped me limber-up. Finally Matt say “I’m gonn’a cum in you, buddy!” To which I wailed “Fuckin’ do it, man! Do it!” The other guys contributed their own encouragement, saying "Yeah! Shoot that load up his hole!” At which point, Matt shot. I was wonderful. I could feel his cock throbbing as he shot and pulsating. He let out a huge groan as he came. Brian was laying next to me calling me dirty names. After Matt pulled-out, one of the other young guys took his place, pounding the shit out of me, saying how he was gonna add his cum to Matt's. He was gonna’ fill up my sloppy hole. And again I was begging for it. "Please, dude, please cum in me yeah do it! Shoot in me! Fill me with your cum!" So naturally, he did. The next guy took his place and fucked me much the same. I was in heaven. The third guy also shot in me too and then the last young guy took his place and started slamming my hole. My dick was so hard, and I was leaking precum like crazy. I remember because Brian was sucking it up and talking about how they were fucking my own cum outta’ my dick. Sweet. Well, the last guy shot, but they were all still talking dirty, and I was still hard as a rock. The advantage of tina: one can never have too much sex. About then Tim took the last guy’s place, lining his bare cock with my hole. I remember thinking really fast what the fuck he was doing, he was poz and going to fuck me raw, but i didn't say anything, I didn’t make to stop him, I didn't protest or move or anything. I just took it. I just put one hand on each asscheek and spread them for him. I knew what was going on. I knew he was poz. I knew this poz guy was about to fuck me, and my ass was likely all torn-up. Perhaps I was thinking at some level that I had been getting fucked raw for years, and had managed to stay neg, so what reason did I have to think this occasion would be any different? I knew the other guys were expecting to watch me take Tim’s load - they wanted to see me take it, and I guess I just decided to go with the flow. As I said, I spread my asscheeks and didn't say a word: the universal signal to fuck. Tim pushed the head of his cock into my hole but didn't go all the way in, at least initially. Perhaps he was giving me a chance to deny him entry. Perhaps he was just teasing me. I don’t know what was going on in his mind, but, with his cockhead in my ass, I reached forward, grabbed his butt, and pulled him all the way in. It seems that was the sign he needed, because he began fucking with energy, and I was loving it. No one said anything like "he's gonna charge you" or anything like the stuff I read in here. They were all relatively quiet as they jerked their cocks and watched the breeding. Largely the only sound was that of his cock pounding my hole, my moaning, and his heavy breathing, and, the sound of jacking, and of course the porn movie that was playing in the background. Everyone was watching Tim fuck me. I don’t know if they knew he was poz, nor did I know if they knew I was negative. The only point clear was that I wanted him in my hole, I wanted his cock and I wanted his cum. Then Tim leaned forward and started to kiss me, so naturally I kissed him back, wrapping my arms and legs around him. About then the other guys began saying things like “Yeah, take it, man.” “Take that big cock.” “Take his load.” About this time, Tim broke off from kissing me, asking me "You want it? You want my cum?" To which I answered “Yeah - do it, buddy!” He came back “You want it? You want me to fill-up your ass?” My reply was unambiguous: “Yes - shoot it in me!” And boy did I beg. Tim was kissing me, practically laying on top of me, his torso rubbing my rock hard cock. Needless to say, all the tension and friction made me shoot. I don’t think I had ever shot as big a load before, nor since. His body coaxing a load out of my cock, the other guys ribbing us on, and my ass full of cum. I shot cum all up and down my own chest and even hit my own face. At which point Tim also came, yelling “Oh fuck, here it cums!" And just as I did all those years earlier with Jason, I reached back and grabbed his ass and pulled him into my ass, close and tight. I pulled his dick in to me as deep as it would go. He shot his poz load up inside me. And I loved every bit of it. After it was all over, I didn't even think about whether or not I was going to convert as a consequence of this poz fuck. Well, I suppose that is not entirely true: sure the question crossed my brain, but I pushed the thought out. I was still horny. We partied for several more hours that night. i got double fucked twice, and for the rest of that night Tim fucked me just as much as the other guys. I know I took at least one more of his loads. Two poz loads from him in one night. In six hours I had gone from being totally against him fucking me to letting him fuck me and shoot inside me as though he was negative. After that night, I fucked-around with Tim again - four times, in fact, usually with a few other guys present. I watched Tim blow a load in to Matt and Brian both. As I said, I don’t know if they knew Tim was poz, nor do I know if they were poz at that time, but, as soon as Tim pulled out of Matt’s hole, I took his place and topped for one of the few times in my life up to that point, shooting a thick a load into Matt’s hole. Probably a poz load by then of my own. Tim became my best fuck buddy. He would organize gangbangs for me and me at sex clubs here in Los Angeles such as the Slammer. However, that was too rough for me. Usually we would go to the Hollywood Spa or the Melrose, or the Kohler Street baths or the Zone. I always took loads. No questions asked. Occasionally I would go to Tim's house and smoke tina while he went on line and invited guys over to fuck me. Sometimes I would watch him fuck guys, also. I think he used me to poz other young guys, because he'd show these 18 to 25 year old guys on Manhunt my picture, and say they could come fuck me. They almost always accepted his invitation, and would cum in my hole. And, after the guy came in my hole, generally they would end-up taking Tim’s load up their own hole. Sometimes a guy would ask about condoms, but once a guy had the chance to slip it to me raw, there was no further mention of condoms. Maybe the guys figured it wasn't an issue - that since I was young, I must be neg, and if I allowed Tim to blow his load in my ass, then Tim must also be neg. Whatever, they were okay with barebacking. And I didn’t care - I just wanted cum, cock and tina, in that order. Well, maybe in reverse order. I can’t really say. Tim and I played around for several months, and probably played with several dozen guys. Eventually I left California and moved to Colorado, to a town where no one knew what a slut I was. No one knew my past. All they knew was that I was fresh meat. It was not long before I was taking loads from them too. Raw, in my hole. More groups. More gangbangs. I wouldn’t say I was a pozzer. I still don't top much. Really, I rarely top. But you could say I did my fair share of pozzing with Tim, although I've lost touch with him. I don’t know where he is or what he's up to, if he's got a new boy or who he has pozzed. I don’t know what Brian or Matt are up to either. For all I know, the three of them could still be fucking around together. Who knows. But I know I'm poz, I know I hate condoms, and I know I take cock raw and encourage tops to cum up my ass. I want and need them to. I have stopped doing meth. Yup. I managed to quit. Can you believe that? But I’m no less a cumwhore. I will always take a load. Virtually any guy I set my sights on will eventually shoot his load in my hole. Occasionally the guys will want to take my load, and I’ll accommodate. Does that make me a charger, or breeder, or pozzer, or gift giver? I don’t know. I would just say I’m a cum pig. All I care about is taking as much cum as I can, and once and a while giving it, if invited.

Part 2 John’s head was spinning from the breeding he’d just had…. “Time for you to work on your fucking technique I think” I said “really I get to fuck you” he beamed “yes, are you ready, now that it slow I want you to fuck me for as long as possible, so when you feel ready to shoot stop and relax, OK” John’s cock was so hard now the cock ring and made his mushroom head bulbous…. “take the lube and work it into my butt, then coat your cock with all of that Poz cum which is deep in your arse, come on push it out” obediently he pushed my Poz seed out of his arse, white with tints of blood just great. He lubed his cock up and held it against my puckered hole. “Right slowly push the head in” he pushed and dam did it feel good when it broke in, he held it there as instructed “this feels amazing” he said…. “ok slowly push it in and feel the warmth and tightness of my cum-dump” that was it he pushed balls deep and held in there “ slowly inch back and forward” “ I understand how to fuck” he said annoyingly, this fella learnt quickly and was slowly fucking me and he felt so good, then he started picking up the pace and I knew he was losing control so reach his sack I yanked them hard and he yelled and stopped. “I told you to slow down, or you’ll cum to soon” I pulled off his cock and said time to switch positions get on your back, once he was lying down I could control the pace and I figured to fuck him for a long time until he got blue balls….that’s just what I did sliding up and down on one of the hardest cocks I had ever had and this was just great torturing him like this with out letting him get off…on and on I had him on the brink and stopped…. “my balls hurt so bad, please let me cum” he cried “no chance you have to learn control if you want to do porn” after an hour of this my arse was really sore and I decided I would let him get off…. Getting off him again and laying on my back I turned to John and said “ go for it fuck me hard and deep and spill deep in me” he didn’t need a second offer and pushed in so fast and hard and piston fucked me, this fella’s face was red and dripping sweat and he finally erupted breeding me so deep his cock continued to twitch in my arse for ages until he collapsed on top of me totally fucked as was I J “that was your first load of Poz cum and that’s where it should be up an arse willing or not, understand” he nodded Part 3 Making Porn to cum soon

i love being truly versatile. i think the world would be a much happier place if everyone else was as well.