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***This is a true account of some fun I had last week with one of my favorite guys. It was a long encounter, and as a writer I tend to 'write', so I'll post in several installments. I like details, sorry if it's too wordy, but that's my style.*** THE FURNACE MAN'S SURPRISE VISIT Well, lucky me. I had to spend some time outside a few days ago shoveling snow. Doesn’t sound like much fun, right? Not until I saw a familiar truck a few doors down the street. Could it be the same furnace repair stud with whom I had a couple of encounters last year? I took my time on the small driveway, hoping to see whoever was driving the company truck. It might have only just arrived before I went outside, because no matter how slow I worked, the driveway was clear and I was freezing. Just as I had my hand on the front door I heard the crunch of tires on packed snow coming to a stop behind me. I immediately felt my heart skip a beat and took my time turning around, wondering if it was just my imagination. Or wishful thinking. The truck door opened and the sexy repair man rushed up to meet me. From the smile on his face, I guess he was happy to see me, too. “Been a while,” he said, a little apprehensively. He is a ‘straight-boy’ so I wondered if I should mess with him a little and start screaming something like 'Seven months I haven’t heard from you! You find some other bitch to pump? Don’t play with my emotions, I’m not your sex toy'! But I didn’t want to scare the poor guy off, so I held that all in and giggled a little to myself. “It has been a while,” I simply said. “Are you busy?” “I was just heading in to warm up,” I said, turning back and opening the door. “Want to join me?” I asked over my shoulder. He was already right behind me and I could feel the bulge in his pants against my ass. Fuck, he was horny as hell -this was going to be good. What surprised me this time is that when I turned around to face him, he was right there. He took hold of my head and kissed me. I almost came in my pants just from the surprise of being kissed as he hadn’t kissed me once in either of our other fuck sessions, and I didn’t want to push my luck and lose out so I never before made a move to kiss him. It was a great kiss, too. A bit frenzied with that sort of urgency that comes from being horny and needing it. And at that point, we were both needing it bad. I did have to slow things down since this was unanticipated. I set him up in the living room with a beer and ran upstairs to clean out. I didn’t worry about a shower because I figured I can always drag him in there with me if need be. By the time I was done, he was finishing his beer. I wasn’t sure if leaving him alone down there he might change his mind or get nervous about what we were about to do, but he only looked happy to see me. Really happy to see me. I’m not sure the bulge in his pants ever went down. Our eyes locked when I entered the room and I couldn’t think of much to say other than, “Let’s fuck,” which only made him smile even wider. He was right with me as we raced upstairs to the bedroom. I yanked off the robe I had thrown on, and he pushed me down to the bed, face first, and shocked the hell out of me when I felt his tongue at my ass. Hmm, maybe he’s not so ‘straight-boy’ anymore. He didn’t do it for long, but enough to get my hole wet and aching for stuffing. I moaned at what he was doing, and I’m sure he took that as a sign that I needed his cock. He quickly pulled his clothing off, knelt behind me, lining his cock up to my hole. I had shoved a little coconut oil up inside just in case he was in too big a rush to get enough precum going to use as lube, so he slid into me quite easily. My ass slowly swallowed his cock up right to the balls. His cock wasn't huge, average I guess, but as he bottomed-out I remembered how his cock had fit me so well. Enough to feel good and filled with dick, but not big enough to hurt or cause discomfort. Just the right size to fuck. Good and hard. And that’s exactly what he did. He pounded me hard, his hips smacking into my naked quivering butt cheeks loudly with every impact. Damn, I’d missed this feeling. His dick was just the right size and shape that he could nail me as hard as he wanted, and it only felt good. I grunted nearly every time he hit bottom, but not out of pain, but rather out of sheer ecstasy. I knew this wasn’t going to last long, but I had gotten two loads from him on our first couple of encounters so a quick start was fine by me. Plus it’s just extra lube for the second fuck, and within minutes he was there. “Aw, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he growled. “You want it in you?” “Give it to me!” I yelled. “Breed me!” He lay his entire body down on me and humped a couple more times, growling into my left ear and panting hard, as I finally felt his dick throbbing and filling my guts with his seed. I could actually feel the wetness spread inside my ass. Fuck it felt good. When his breathing calmed, he slowly slid to the side off of me, easing his semi-hard cock out of my ass, and just lay there looking at me. I was glad he didn’t seem in a hurry to take off. “That felt awesome,” I told him, taking a chance and giving him a quick kiss on the mouth. He responded by putting his hand on the back of my head and holding me there longer, to feed me his tongue as well. I thought this guy was hot before, but this time he was off the fucking charts to me. When our mouths and tongues parted, I eased back and just looked. “You look surprised,” he laughed. “I am. I just didn’t expect you to kiss me, and not like that,” I added, unable to hide my satisfied grin. “A lot has changed since I saw you last time. For one, I broke up with my girlfriend. Haven’t seen anyone since.” “Why did you break up?” It really was none of my business, but I had to know if it had anything to do with me. “Even a couple of months after we fucked last time, whenever I was with her it just didn’t feel good. And all I kept thinking about was you. Not ‘you’ you, but you as a guy. Sex is definitely better with guys. I don’t know if that makes me gay or what.” “Does it matter?” “Not anymore. I decided that I’m just going to do what feels good to me. And when I saw you outside today, I just knew I had to see you. I hope you don’t mind. I thought about calling you a few times but it seemed weird.” “Weird, why?” “I don’t know. I hadn’t called, and then I just call out of the blue and want to fuck. I wouldn’t seem like a very good guy.” Doesn’t that beat all -he actually is a decent guy. “Oh, you’re very good,” I teased, reaching down and giving his still-semi-hard cock a tug. “Besides, guys call other guys to fuck all the time. It doesn’t have to mean any more than that.” Now he was the one who looked surprised. “Really?” And his cock instantly grew to full throbbing length in my hand. “Yes, really,” I told him, slowly stroking him, not to get him off, but just in a sort of relaxing way. “I figured something changed with you when you kissed me downstairs.” “I hope you don’t mind that. I just wanted to.” “I almost came in my pants,” I laughed. “It was better than I expected.” “I started looking at gay porn around the same time I ended things with her. Most things I watched turned me on, so I figured I was on to something right.” “So that’s where you learned about rimming?” I asked him, to which he just frowned. “When you licked my ass.” “Oh, yeah, I saw a lot of that in the porn and it seemed like something the guys liked-” “Well I sure did. And it made me a little more desperate to get you inside me.” He smiled at that, and I felt his cock throb in my hand. “How much downtime do you need in between?” he asked. “I can keep going, so it’s up to you. I’ll take whatever you can give me.” He climbed back on top of me, saying, “Well, we might be here a while, then. Hope you don’t have any plans tonight.” With that, I felt his hard dick slide back into my cummy hole. More to come . . .

I met Rusty several years ago at the gym in the steam room. He was on the shorter side, very skinny, pale skinned with strawberry blond hair. He also had a cock that even when soft looked huge on his small frame. One night I walked in the steam room and found him laying on the upper level his legs spread and that amazing cock just hanging there. We were the only one there that late and as I undid my towel and let it fall his hands went to his cock and started rubbing. It wasn’t long before I leaned over and felt his cock hanging over his balls. I was surprised to find him rock hard, all those times I thought he had a huge cock when soft actually he was hard walking around, only his cock didn’t stick up when hard it hung down heavy and full. I wasted no time and sucked his cock all the way into my throat. Rusty has the type of cock perfect for sucking, long and thick at the base but tapering down towards the head. I sucked his cock and pulled on his balls with one hand and inched my fingers to his hole with the other. He spread his legs and gave me full access to every part of him. I was pulling his cheeks apart and licking his hole when he climbed down, got on the floor between my legs and started sucking my cock. He had me leaking pre-cum in no time. We stood up and I bent down to kiss him my hands finding his ass again telling him I wanted to fuck him. He moaned and turned around bracing his hands on the wall and sticking his ass out for me. My cock and his hole were already slick with spit and sweat from the steam and I teased his entrance for a bit but when I finally popped the head of my cock in he pushed back hard and suddenly I was balls deep in him. He tensed and we both stood still as his hole relaxed around my cock. We quickly found a rhythm and our bodies were slapping together in the darkened steam as my cock bottomed out in his hole over and over. We could hear a few guys in the locker room, and one guy did go into the sauna which is directly across from the steam room but no one interrupted us. The fuck was exciting because we were doing it somewhere so public and the idea that we might be caught was a turn on but also knowing I was fucking this little guy, this big dicked bottom really had me going. My hands on his hips I was pulling him back on my cock slow and steady. Then I reached around and stroked his cock for awhile as he told me to fuck his slutty hole. We changed positions and I sat on the bench as he climbed over me and sank down on me impaling himself over and over again on my cock. I asked if he liked my big, raw cock in his slutty hole and he quickened the pace and fucked himself faster. Soon I knew we were both going to cum and as I bucked my hips up he slammed himself down on my cock and soon I was shooting a huge load into him. Once he made sure he had my entire load he stood over me and jacked his load onto my face as I fingered his cum filled hole. He leaned down and licked his load off of my face and kissed me with it and then got on his knees again and licked my cock clean. The combination of the fuck and the heat from the steam had us barely able to move. We got up and showered to cool off and he told me he really needed that. I smiled and said I was glad to help anytime. He reached over and grabbed my cock and stroked it as I leaned over and kissed him again. He had me hard enough to slip back in his hole which is exactly what we did right there in the shower area where anyone could walk in on. Afterwards we talked and we both admitted we loved bareback sex, cock, and cum. I said I only fucked BB and while I wasn’t chasing specifically I wasn’t scared of it either and he admitted he was actively chasing HIV. He wanted to be converted and pozzed up. For about a year we would hook up when we saw each other at the gym and be look out for the other if needed. I watched him suck and get sucked many times and joined in quite a few as well. One memorable time was with a poz older black guy with a nice sized dick. I kept watch for them but as that black cock sank into Rusty's pale hole I couldn't help myself and had to lick that big, black, poz dick as it slide in and out of him. Then suddenly he moved to another state and I heard from a mutual friend he had a big religious conversion and had changed his ways. I hope he is happy wherever he is.

‘Do You Want Me to Stop?’ I was headed out of town for a conference to London. I’d managed to get my company to pay for the flights, and to be able to stay on a few days afterwards to get a bit of a vacation. My boy was planning on flying out on the next night of the conference and spending a few days sightseeing with me. We’d both been working hard lately, and were looking forward to some time together. We’d even done a bit of research into the raunchier gay clubs, thinking maybe we could have some naughty fun together in a public setting. I was running late trying to get out of the office to the airport, and I barely made it through security before the flight closed. We started taxiing shortly after I buckled my seat belt. The flight was choppy to say the least, and I was super stressed. A very sexy flight attendant could see how tense I was just from my shoulders. This guy was a real Hunk. He leaned forward telling me that we should keep in touch after the plane landed and he was off-duty. ‘I’d like to help you relax,’ he said as he pushed a card with his number into my hand and stroked my arm. I was practically sore all over, and groggy from having not slept well, by the time we touched down at Heathrow. As the sun rose, I headed for the tube into town for my morning presentation. I felt a body press into mine from behind as I stood on the platform, and it was my Hunk, the flight attendant. He was taller than I remembered, over six feet, with broad shoulders and a tiny waist. Blond spiky hair framed his chiseled face. We made small talk as we boarded the train, crowded with morning commuters. I was drowsy from not sleeping on the turbulent flight and found myself dozing off with my head against his muscular chest. I apologized, and told him we should make a plan for that night after the conference wore down. The presentations went well, if uneventful, and I headed to check into my hotel. I messaged the Hunk, and we made plans for him to pick me up and we could grab a light dinner, then maybe back to my place or his to relax. We went out dancing, and I could tell he was packing a big cock from the lump in his trousers. We ate quickly as we chatted about what turned each other on. He told me he had trained to be a masseur and liked to practice whenever he could. He held out his massive hands, and I swear I started to drip precum. He told me that he charged all of his clients… I asked what his fees were, and they seemed reasonable. £50- for an hour sounded fair, plus extras… I stayed hard wondering what the extras were. We got back to my hotel, and the Hunk wrapped his arm around me as he winked at the concierge, who winked back with a knowing look. Back in my room and tore each other’s clothes off. He had me lay down on the bed with a pillow under my chest. I shivered as he started working my shoulders with his masculine hands, then lower to my shoulder blades, then the small of my back, then my ass. He cupped my cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing my hole. He crouched lower and started blowing air across my asshole. I instinctively tightened up. He told me he’d loosen me up for another £10-. I breathlessly nodded assent, and he started lapping at my ass. I knew I was making a puddle on the bedspread. He pulled his whole hair body against my back, with his thick uncut cock right between the clefts of my cheeks. ‘£10- more and I’ll put the tip in… Sound good, lover?’ I grunted approval, not thinking to stop and ask for a condom. Thankfully, he had got me pretty wet with spit and the head of his dick eased into me. I moaned as he twisted my head around, ‘£10- more and I’ll kiss you.’ I grunted and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I knew he was deeper in me than just the tip, and that he was raw. I could feel my ass getting wetter, so I knew he was drooling precum into me. ‘£20- more and I’ll fuck you until you ask me to stop…’ ‘Okay!’ I shouted. He reared back and pulled my hips to his groin. My Hunk pounded my raw ass. The sound of sweaty flesh-on-flesh smacking as his balls slammed into me sent me in orbit. It had been a long time since I’d been fucked, and a long time since someone other than my boy had fucked me raw. ‘You’ll tell me when you want me to stop, right?’ I nodded and he maintained his pace. ‘You know I swap loads with guys all over the world, right? Do you want me to stop?’ I shook my head no and his pace picked up. ‘I love taking and sharing my seed with guys… and I’m carrying a charged load… do you want me to stop?’ I nodded no again, realizing that I was already lubed with his charged precum, so why stop now? My Hunk plowed me for a few more minutes, jack-hammering his thick cock into me. My mind reeled, knowing how risky it was to take a charged stranger’s load. I wondered what my boy would think if he could see me like this. Would it turn my boy on, or freak him out? The Hunk’s head shot back as he started cumming, firing his charged load into my hole, forcing it deeper and deeper with every thrust. He flung himself down onto me again, still filling my ass with his cock, sliding gently back and forth. He groaned, pawing his big hands through my tousled hair, ‘That’ll be £100-, please…’ I reached over to the bedside table and pulled out a crisp new note. He took it, and pulled out, leaving a squelching plop noise and my gaping well-fucked, well-bred sticky ass. He dressed and left quickly. I called my boy and told him I’d just had a massage, leaving out the detail that my ass was full to the brim with charged seed. My boy was at the airport getting ready to board the plane to London. He thought that a massage sounded fun, and asked if I could book him the same guy for tomorrow. Fuck, what was I going to tell him, I wondered, as I fell asleep. My boy arrived the next morning, having slept soundly on the flight. He came to my hotel and unpacked a bit while I got ready for the day’s presentations at my conference. I told him that my masseur was unavailable, and we should try to find someone else for him, suggesting we ask at reception for a masseur, and I headed out. I got a message around lunch that he’d managed to get a recommendation from the concierge, and a masseur was coming over. I was glad he’d get a bit of relaxation in, and we made plans to go out on the town that night. A few hours later, I messaged him letting him know I’d be back soon. My boy replied that the masseur was nearly finished and they were having a great time. ‘He’s really sexy,’ the text read, ‘and really affordable. Only £50- plus more for extras…’ It dawned on me that the concierge had set my boy up with my charged Hunk. I then received a message from the Hunk asking ‘Do you want me to stop?’ I took a breath and replied ‘I’ll bring £100-. Don’t stop until you’re finished…’

Stereophonic (Midnight) Mr. X pulls out. He suggests I squeeze to hold in his piss. He steps over to the table to prepare my points and slaps Riggs' ass to get him to get it together so he can help him. Riggs needs time to get out of the sling. He slowly drops his feet and tries to use the momentum to leverage his body to a sitting position. I'm lying there feeling how content I am, but know I should be sitting up too. Mr. X tells Riggs he wants me to have a double slam as a capper for the night. I'm kinda sad at the news about the evening ending, but I'm getting real jittery and a little paranoid at the show of footsteps I see at the window. My hole feels empty but I also know that won't be for long. Everything feels twitchy, like my skin is being stung in a million places by jelly fish. My teeth grind. I feel annoyed, angry, anxious, without a reason. Get your ass on the table, says Mr. X. I don't get the sense he's much aware of me or how I'm feeling. He's on a mission, the first part of which is getting his points all set up. I pass Riggs who reaches out a hand and feels up my dick. I stop for a second and feel his other hand going up my crack. He fingers my hole and pulls back to give my butt a hard crack. Instinctively I now say Thank You, Sir. It's automatic, like I'm saying it in my sleep. I'm also beginning to see figures in the dark now. Faces like you see on an Etch A Sketch—wiry, jagged lines in the dark forming faces. I tell myself it's the drugs, but that doesn't stop them from forming. I use the sling's poles to help me get closer to the table. I put a hand on Mr. X's shoulder. His skin is on fire. I feel drawn to him because my skin feels like wet ice. I nuzzle in back of him and he nudges me away, a spoon in one hand, heating the contents with a lighter. How much? I venture to ask him. Point three and three. And with the chem piss, how much? You'll be fine, he answer distractedly. I make it to the table, which is up at a forty-five degree angle. I feel like everything needs to be in slow motion, that I can't skip a step in adjusting myself to climb on it or I'll fall to the ground. I get up but I'm stuck until someone can help me with my legs. Riggs is there, unlocking the back of the medical table, lying it almost flat, me traveling down with it, the room travel down, the ceiling moving down. I look up behind me, upside down, and it's dizzying. I watch shadows of upside-down feet walking by the window. I wonder who they are, if they're going to be joining us. I hope not. Irrationally I fear there will be more people coming. The last thing I want is to meet any more people tonight. As much as I don't want the evening to end, I fear it will never end. Riggs grabs a leg and drapes it over a stirrup, then drapes my other leg in the other one. He adjusts them apart so more of my hole lies open and exposed. A light is switched on and I feel his shadow fall over me. He stands between my legs letting his cock dangle over mine. He releases a lock by my arms and two arm supports spring apart from the table. He straps one small cuff over my right wrist, then the left. He pushes out the supports so my arms are now at right angles to the examining table. Riggs pushes them until they lock in place. Mr. X observes I'm ready and comes over giving Riggs one of his needles and a rubber hose. I'm excited and fearful at the same time. I'm not sure what they're doing but like the fact I'm literally in the dark as to what to expect. Riggs comes around to my left, Mr. X is on my right. Both men take the rubber hose to my biceps and tie them off. They swab my arms and located a vein. I'll go first, says Mr. X to Riggs, then you follow up once I'm in him. "David," says Mr. X. It takes a second for it to occur to me that he's talking directly to me, bending over in my face. "You are having a very good slam first. I want you to ride like before. I'm going to start opening you. You think you can't take it but how much you're ass has taken already, you are ready for your first fist. I want you to feel the rush of Riggs second slam when I go in, and you go over the edge with my fist going in you. You understand?" Okay, I say, looking up in the mirror at my spread out body. I hear his words but have no idea what he's getting at. Get ready, he tells Riggs, not me. I am barely here any more. I am a reflection to myself, looking down upon my body. Mr. X's needle is piercing my skin. It hurts and feels good that we're finally moving. Looking down I see the liquid turn crimson. I look up to Mr. X's face. I can't find his eyes. His head is only black sockets. His cheekbones collapse in his face in the harsh backlight. Shadowed grey strands stand out from his chin. His shoulders are impossibly broad and strong—I want him to crush me; his fat tits have piercings that play and dazzle in the light; his snake hand plunges the crimson liquid into me. I feel the rush travel up my arm and disperse through the corridors of my body. I close my eyes and feel it overtaking me. Separating one part of me from another. Mr. X's venom travels to my brain, some to my heart, some to my lung, some to my groin, which I feel Mr. X's hand is testing with several fingers. So much is happening at once I give up trying to understand, just look up in the mirror and see what my body looks like when it's rushing. I can tell you what I see. Who else would I tell? It flushes red, my chest heaves, my pelvis pushes down on the snake hand I see poised to strike. I can't focus on anything, but feel everything. Riggs' clear liquid turns red, and quickly disappears. I feel a second, larger wave usurps the first. I'm tumbling like before but this time no one catches me. I turn inside out as a hand pries me apart, a large palm of pain and succumbing. I want the snake head and am rejecting it at the same time. Mr. X is forcing me to accept him, and I want to but can't physically take him into my body. These are thoughts I don't own. He does. He is telling me things, what he wants, what I have to do. I respond by opening, by bearing down, guiding him into me. And then he is in. I throb on his hand. I picture the hand inside. I look up and see the wrist I'm swallowing. I thought the sensation would cease once I surrendered but he wants more, he is continuing to find a path through the deeper cave in me. It is easy. How can it be easy? It slides without effort, like a chute that had been laid and the hand is simply finding it's way in to rest, to settle. He then he is in a deeper crevice, and still his snake is traveling deeper. I cry out, I hear myself saying something, it's not coming from me but from the mirror above: Let me get use to it. He had the opposite idea. And tells me things he's doing, wants me to do. I feel his every inch, his twisting hand, the shrill tendrils of his fingers, touching barriers that fall to his nail-less finger, the tip of the snake, it's tongue that finds the smallest opening and bores and scratches to collapse another barrier, and finds he can grind the seal into submission, and I want him to, and what started as a hole only as wide as the tip of his finger, penetrates, now caves in for several fingers, like the tentacles of a squid follow the single finger, spreading apart and conquering another compartment. He spreads his fingers making way for his arm to start entering me. I see his rapid progress, but close my eyes and see it even more. "Open your fucking eyes and see what I'm doing," he says. Riggs is next to me, breaking a capsule under my nose. I am pushing my hole against a forearm. It is too big to open any farther and yet it does. Mr. X works me inside and out. Bees buzz in my head. I hear his words in a foreign tongue, not the meaning but the intention. I am opening to him. I am watching what he's doing. I feel his power. I'm empowering my own destruction. He slowly closes his hand into a fist. I detect his fingers curling, nails scraping my walls, pinch against contracting rectal undulations, thinking I'm shitting when it's the exact opposite. He first pushes in then pulls out a fraction of an inch which convulses my body in spasms of bliss, and his caresses pull him deeper. I see a shine in his black eyes toward the back of his cavernous skull. They shine like coal, like burning coal, glow red, like staring into a furnace, feeling the searing heat, the flickers of flames, and eyes staring back at me. He tells me with his eyes to push and push down on his arm. Riggs crack another capsule and I feel myself falling uncontrollably down on this demon's arm. He is expressionless, takes all the emotion out of the act and replaces it with my obedience. And no, I can't resist him. The sensation of pulling my body apart on his arm is impossible to resist. I feel myself start to quiver on his arm until it builds to heaving myself on him. He twists his body, his shoulder twists away from me and I see my hole moving up to his arm pit. He twists back in a crouch, his shoulder coming up from below, delivering itself a blow that pushes his arm pit, black hairs trailing into my cavern. His toothless maw opens into a fiendish smile as he sees me giving in to destroying myselft. I push and bounce no matter the torment his arm provides. It is the torment I want, and lick my lips in debauched desire. I show him what I want and he is more than delighted to provide me my own annihilation. It's Riggs who slows me down. He's trying to calm my writhing body. Mr. X roars, Let him be destroyed! Bass words, deep and dead, flow into me, but it is the actions of Riggs that slows my bodily offering of sacrifice. I don't want to cease this overpowering desire, but each time Riggs soothes my frenetic body from impaling onto this proffered arm, a little more of who I was returns to my brain and body. I see the storm of waves in the mirror, whitecaps, slapping on this foreign object slowing to ripples, then gentle, soothing swell of tide. It slows my mind, too, allowing me to accept what I've done, knowing how good it feels and still want to survive beyond this night. Mr. X continues to plow my hole, but without me to gut myself, the residual of me, of who I am, remains. I feel the draw he offers me. I accept his punishment, but not my death. Intermission Assemblyman Brenner has been dead for years now, so I can tell you it was his dog he'd kept at his farm in the Salinas Valley. He never gave the dog a name. I think that's just cruel. Who does that? His wife never visited the farm—all those migrant workers. She stayed in their Sacramento gated estate, which he would reside in only when the California state house was in session. For both their sake's—keeping up appearances for her daddy's inheritance money, and for his varied special interests—the house sessions were thankfully brief. Dana Shaftow arranged things. Transportation of the dog was one of the things he arranged. Vinnie was his San Francisco contact and the one who would provide the talent. Money would funnel through X Corp. and everyone would come away rewarded. Vinnie, the talent, Dana Shaftow, and Mr. X. The assemblyman would have a VCR copy for his own private use, and a clause in the contract (which officially didn't exist) stated Mr. X was permitted to make unlimited copies for wider distribution. Vinnie and the talent received a one-time fee; Dana Shaftow's boss, Judge Reinhardt of the D.C. circuit, and Dana Shaftow himself, and of course Mr. X, would receive on-going residuals. The initial overhead costs were born by Assemblyman Brenner. He already had three of these specialty videos on his shelf hidden away on his farm—two with girls, one with a boy. His part of the revenue stream from downloading and sales went first to an off-shore account and then back-channeled into his campaign funds. The three tapes he financed were like gum. After so much use they lost their flavor. That, and they were all on the young and scrawny side. Even though the fax was low quality that he received on his farm Sunday afternoon, he liked the look of this jungle boy—long hair, defiance in his eyes, young and certainly not scrawny. He put in a call to Dana Shaftow and one to Vinnie. On his end, Vinnie put the wheels in motion immediately. Dana caught the call on his cell, waiting in line in a Washington D.C. dry cleaner. Sure, he knew of a secluded house on the market, across the bay in Tiburon. Wealthy, quiet neighborhood. Plenty of privacy. No, no one would hear a thing. Yes, he could get if for one night. Friday or Saturday. He'd have to check with the real estate agent. He'd connect with Vinnie and confirmed everything. He snapped shut his cell phone, then, to the elderly Chinese woman behind the dry cleaning counter, he handed over a certain blue, cum-stained dress. He arranged to pick it up the following Sunday. I might also tell you that, lest you fret, K9 would not be the worst thing to happen to JT. The aftermath of the event, and the cascade of subsequent events produced from that weekend, well, that would be. Still, he'd be better off than Joey but that's not saying much. *** Okay, okay, Mr. X is saying. I'm not really following any of this shit anymore. I'm so fucked up I don't know my name. You did good, he keeps telling me like that's supposed to mean something. He points to his wrist, maybe a half an inch up. I guess he's talking about the fist that just got shit out of me and that's as far as I went, not like up to his armpit like it felt like. He's telling Riggs to strap me down and he's bringing the table up to a forty-five degree angle. Then he's saying I think we're about done tonight. One more thing. Fuck, whatever. He opens up a black doctor's bag. Was that always here I'm wondering? Riggs did an excellent job restraining me. I can't budge an inch. I'm pinned like a butterfly. I wish I cared. All I can think of is a slice of pizza, a coke and salad with little sliced olive with Italian dressing from this little pizza stand on my corner. Two-fifty special. It's about all I eat. I know I should eat. I should probably sleep too. I can't tell you really where I am, who I am, what time it is. I know I've been fuck, fisted, shaved, pissed in, pissed on, probably pozzed, but hell if I know if any of this really true. I think it happened, but I also thought a moment ago I was riding a man's arm who I first met tonight up to his arm pit. Swear to God I thought I felt his arm pit hairs tickling my asshole. He's putting on blue surgical gloves. He snaps them, I think for my benefit. Snap, snap! But I'm through trying to figure out what's going on. He's washing one of my tits that seem much bigger than usual. It's hard for me to even recognize them at the moment. I look at his tits and Riggs', and though they're hardly that size, they are pretty ginormous. Funny I can remember Mr. X and Riggs but have lost myself. He holds out forceps and pinches one of my bloated tits. I flinch but after tonight its gotta be something really big to grab my attention. Fuck! He's holding out a long needle that he's about to— They're both looking at me, talking. They seem pleased. My tits are throbbing. The only thing I catch is Mr. X telling Riggs to not let him pass out again. I guess that would be me passing out. He wants me to feel it, Mr. X is saying. 'It' has an ominous ring. I look down at my tits and see two small bars going through them. They smart like a bitch, so why do I like them. I want to touch them but I'm completely restrained. Mr. X is washing my dick. Now then, David. He's saying it straight into my face again. I guess I'm David. I go through a huge nerve cluster, one of biggest in the body, and I'm going in deep in you so you can eventually have 00 gauge like me. I guess this all makes sense in some universe, not the one I'm in currently; he might as well be speaking Russian. Maybe he is. He's pointing to my dick, turning it over, rubbing a spot maybe a quarter inch down from my piss slit. I wish I had some opinion about this. Some dread or excitement, but I feel completely drained, emptied. He takes a long steel instrument with a sharp point out of the medical bag. It has a small ring at the end of it, size of a quarter. Whatever. An 8 gauge he's explaining as he's inserting the instrument into my penis. He's feeling under my shaft. He looks in my eyes telling me, Take deep breath. I'm not drained any more—a shock jolts up my spine, rings an alarm in my lizard brain, and ricochets right back down to my cockhead! Riggs is holding me by my shoulders. I feel every shred of skin tearing apart making way for a sharp needle ripping through my spongy flesh. Blood spurts from under my dick and streams red piss over the table. Riggs is frantically putting down paper towels but can't keep up the with the flow. I'm sure I'm screaming but every conscious part of my brain is in the tip of my dick focused acutely on the most excruciating sensation of metal being dragged into and out of my shaft, tugging at it like a claw, encasing it, pliers pinching and locking the invader in place. Mr. X withdraws his pliers leaving behind a metal ring that enters my piss slit, comes out the shaft, and ends with a captured ball completing the circle. "Beau-ti-ful," slowly gushes Mr. X. He admires it. He shows it to Riggs. He can't help himself—I see he's possessed. He goes down on me, blood leaking and all, giving me the most punishing head of my life.

I went down South to find a black dude who told me he organizes monthly conversion parties. I agreed up front to reimburse him for his troubles. He instructed me to meet him at his business warehouse the following day at 7:30. He also mentioned I would not be the only neg bottom there. When I showed up at the warehouse in a God forsaken neighborhood I wasn't sure if I was going to proceed, and was in the act of turning around to make my departure when I saw a young black stud coming toward me. "Where you goin'?" he asked. "Home." "Why?" he asked, and as he stepped closer to continued saying "You should go right in. Not only will the guys like you, you'll have a good time and you won't regret it, 'specially 'cause we never get enough white guys to go around!" As he spoke, he slid his hand up the ass panel of my rather loose shorts and slid his finger up inside my hole, adding, "By the way, my name is Terick." Well, Terick's powers of persuasion were enough to convince me to turn around and enter the warehouse. When Terick and I got to the door we were immediately buzzed in. The interior of the warehouse was generally dark, smelly and dirty. A group of lockers (with no locks) were grouped against the wall. "Go ahead, strip down," Terick instructed, waiting for me to comply, and as I did, he through my clothing into locker no. 31. Then he also stripped down. His big cock was already rising. "You poz?" I asked, and he nodded 'yes', but when I bent over to taste his pole, he withdrew slightly, and gestured for me to follow him. Passing through another doorway, we entered a more brightly illuminated area where I saw about thirty naked men, most of whom were black, and several of whom cat-called 'White Meat'. I was overwhelmed, but I stumbled into the room and ended-up in a line that read "Neg Bottoms Only." There were about ten bottoms, two of us, white. An older black dude who was standing at the front of the line went down the line of bottoms, a Sharpie in his right hand whereas his left hand was clearly (and liberally) coated with Vaseline. He stuck his fingers in the first guy's ass, then wrote a T on the guy's ass cheek, going down the line doing this to everyone, but the ass of some bottoms he wrote an S and on others a T. He got to the white guy in front of me, buried his fingers into the guy's ass and smiled, writing an S on the guy's ass. Then he got to me, finger-fucked me and wrote a T on my ass. I asked "What's that for?" "Tight or sloppy. So you get the right-sized butt plug after you take some dirty seed," he explained with a laugh, adding, however, "To be honest, most white guys are an S by the time they leave." I was scared and ready to bolt, but in looking at the guys in the Poz Top line, I saw so many enticing cocks, my libido won-out. We went a little further in to a cement-walled shower in which there was a stainless steel douche mounted in the wall. The several guys bolted rather than go through with it, but five guys, including me, douched themselves. Truth be known, I had douched before I left the house, so had no qualms douching again. When I in front of the line, I told the thug I had douched earlier, but he must have taken some pleasure in administering douches because he literally pushed me on to the nozzle and blasted the water, which was fucking cold as hell. Now, the shock of icy cold water pouring into my ass got me thinking 'I'm out of here', but before I could act, I saw the next step in the process, and was intrigued. A big ugly black dude with big fucking lips, (I love to kiss black dudes with big lips) was seated on folding chair with a small tooth brush. The black guy was apparently tasked with roughing-up the asses of the bottoms, because he was using a tooth brush to abrade the bottoms' holes. We lost two more guys, including the only other white guy. I was last in line so when I bent over and the guy pushed the tooth brush up inside my ass, it was caked with the scum from the other guys' asses. Steeling myself, I bent over and felt him brush me but he kept going and wouldn't pull it out for a long time, saying "You're the only white meat left. You will be convert today in one session - for sure." Now I admit I was a bug chaser and I wanted to convert, but now was having second thoughts about subjecting myself to the tops at this gathering. The black dude Terick came over to me after my hole was brushed and led me up to a plywood partition with a sling. He told me to lay back into the sling and he handcuffed my arms to the chains, asking if I wanted the hood? "Fuck no! I want to see who is pozzing me." Terick laughed saying "You're going to wish you had the hood when your done, Daddy. My buddies are going to gut your white hole tonight. These brothers love white meat!" I was both scared and excited. Terick came back and asked me "Do you need anything before I open your booth to the Poz Tops?" "No, where are all Poz cocks?" Laughing, he replied "Yeah, that's what you paid for!" Terick opened the door and the black dudes swarmed into the little cube. They were all hung. One guy stuffed his dick down my throat and I started sucking. I was distracted but then felt a big cock push up inside me. I pulled the dick out of my mouth and asked "You fucking me raw?" "Fuck yeah. No rubbers at a conversion party." "No, I'm done. I want out." I wanted so bad to take poz loads and yet I was chickening-out. "I want out!" The mean ass black dude came over to me and asked "What the fuck are you was doing?" "Quitting," I answered. He grabbed my hair and shook his fist in my face and menacingly snarled "You are the only white meat I got. You ain't going anywhere. You wanted to be converted, and that's what you'll get." Thinking quickly I said "I have to go take a dump." He replied "Well, take it it right here 'cause you not getting unlocked 'till all these guys who want some neg white ass get some." The big dude started pumping my hole again as another guy shoved his cock down my throat. Tears flowed, and the mucus in my throat slopped-out as I was raped. After a few minutes of hard mouth-fucking, the cock in throat blew. "Here comes some dirty HIV seed you wanted. Now, don't waste a drop, mother fucker!" I didn't. I sucked it all down. The big black thug in my ass was starting to burn up inside my raw white asshole. I knew he was leaking precum. "You poz?" I asked. "Fuck yeah, Daddy, and you won't need anymore loads than this to convert." "Please man, I changed my mind. Don't cum inside me!" "Fuck you, Daddy. I paid money to fuck a negative ass and you're getting charged-up real good." Just then he flooded my insides with dirty jizz. He pulled his cock out slowly and another dude went up in me. Not a single drop of the dirty jizz inside my white hole was wasted. The thug came over and wrung the rest of the cum out of his big black cock. "Lick it off. Taste this dirty man seed, mother fucker." It was over. I was sure I couldn't back at this point. My ass was full of millions of poz pollywogs working till there death to convert my hole to poz status. I licked the cum dripping from his cock as he forced me to tongue wash his black dick. Succumbing to the situation, I felt in my heart I had been pozzed. Reasoning it was too late to try to stop the process, I relaxed and gave myself to the other nineteen loads of poz jizz which exploded inside my ass. Afterwards the dude who organized the party approached me just before I left the warehouse, and commented "You sure got what you paid for. I'll see you back here in a month or so to get a special toxic tattoo above your asshole. It's my trademark for pozzing you." Yes! This was a real event, not a story.

Seeing Connor was like seeing joy. My eyes were searching for him as the bus pulled up to the curb. I saw him in his shorts and a tank top leaning on his car, his hair had grown out a bit and it blew as a truck drove by. I looked again for him as I got off the bus, but he wasn't standing in the same place. I looked around in confusion with a tinge of fear (did he leave?) and then our eyes locked. I couldn't see his whole face yet, but I saw his eyes. Excitement, love, lust, hope was in those eyes - pure joy. I got off the bus and we hugged and exchanged a brief kiss. I grabbed my bag and Connor took my other hand. Since we were holding hands it took us a couple trips to the car to get all my stuff. I couldn't let go. Neither could he. As we were grabbing my final bag, the bus pulled away. I saw Bryce sitting on the bus watching Connor and I. I felt some guilt about cheating on Connor, but that passed quickly. Connor and I got groceries, called my family, and went to the cabin. As soon as we were in the door, I dropped to my knees, pulled Connor's shorts and briefs down and took his cock in my mouth. Leaning against the wall, right next to open side door, I took his semi hard dick and made it a solid pipe. I stood up and pushed my shorts down. I turned around, showing Connor my jock clad ass and used perspiration and spit to get his amazing cock inside me. I fucked myself on his cock as he leaned against the wall. My own cock was rock hard and fell out of the side of my jock. After a few minutes of me fucking myself on his cock, Connor pushed me onto my hands and knees and pushed his cock back inside me. He said, "Your ass feels amazing. But, I'm in charge. You do it how I want it." He pushed my head into the floor and started taking his cock out and shoving it back inside. He did this same thing over and over. Connor called it remaking my pussy. When he said those words the first time as he jammed his cock inside me, my cock exploded all over the floor. Connor didn't stop. He kept fucking me. Shortly after I'd cum, Connor changed strokes and started fucking me fast with shorter strokes. His cock never leaving my ass. I was groaning. This fuck was so hot I could barely catch my breath. In less than five minutes of changing his fuck strokes, Connor yelled that he was cumming in my ass. I felt him cum. It was a fucking huge load. He must've saved that load for days. We collapsed on the floor, both still wearing our shirts and sneakers; me in a jockstrap and him naked from the waist down. We were a sweaty mess. We kissed. After we got settled in the cabin and I showed him around, Connor and I fucked again. And then we fucked again. Then we ate. Then we fucked again. For the next two days our routine was: wake up, run, fuck while sweaty, make breakfast, fuck, fuck, cuddle, fuck, fuck, cuddle, make dinner, and fuck until we slept. On the fourth day, we decided to venture into Cooperstown and saw the Baseball Hall of Fame and had lunch. Connor and I stopped and looked at a map of the area which showed Riddell Park. Connor smiled at me and asked, "Is that the place where you sucked all those guys off?" I nodded. He said, "Let's go there tomorrow." I smiled and said, "Fuck yes." Tomorrow came and it started the same way (run, fuck, breakfast). We packed a bag, took water, sun tan lotion and hats and went to Riddell Park. We parked the old pick up right near the bathrooms, like I had previously. I was excited and sexually turned on remembering this place and the cocks I sucked here. I remembered the excitement of "cruising" here for the first time. I started to get hard. Connor said, "Let's go for a hike." We took the southern trail because I remembered it being longer and more private with fewer hikers. At one point there was a good overlook of the area. We stopped to drink water and look out on nature. Connor walked forward off the path and down into an area that was almost below the path. He motioned for me to follow him and I did. I realized that no one could see us here unless they were standing immediately above us on the path or below us down the hill. Connor, looking at the view, said, "Strip bitch. I'm going to fuck your ass while I look at this view." I was about to protest but instead I took off all my clothes, except my sneakers. Connor bent me over and ate my ass. He told me to suck his cock and get it wet. I did. After a few minutes, he brought me up to kiss me. It was a really romantic kiss and it was a great make out session. It was like the first time again. We were holding back fucking until we were too worked up to do anything but fuck. I was being held against the earth and stone of the cliff/hill. Either my back or my chest was always against it as we made out. I must've been getting so dirty and scratched, but I didn't notice. Connor stopped our make out and told me how much he loved me. I kissed him and we made out again. His cock was pushing into my pelvis and I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed him back a bit, bent over and took his cock in my mouth. I had to taste him again. Connor said he was close and told me to stop. He grabbed the sun tan lotion, put some in his hand and said, "I'm going to fuck you using this as lube." I turned around, facing the gorgeous view of nature. First Connor slid his fingers covered in lotion and then his cock into my ass. Neither of us lasted long, with him cumming in my ass; and me begging for his load as he jerked my cock. We held each other curled on top of our pile of clothes. Connor and I were quiet a long time and lay there holding each other. I almost fell asleep. Instead, Connor asked me about the guys from the park. I told him the story of the guy who almost fucked me but couldn't get hard. He said, "You are such a bottom slut that you must've been gagging for a cock in your ass." I told him all the things the guy had said. I told him about how the guy made me admit I would've taken him bareback. Connor said, "Duh!" and slapped my ass. I told Connor how I drove to the other park. I told him how excited and horny I was to go to the "college guy park." We both laughed. I told him about Tom and our fuck in the trees. Connor asked, "Did he fuck you bareback?" I shyly admitted that he did. I felt Connor's cock start to grow behind me as he asked for more details of the Tom fuck. Connor began to finger me and then slid his hard cock in my ass. He fucked me lovingly like this for about ten minutes. I was stroking my cock and was so hard. His cock was massaging my prostate. I was panting in lust. Connor asked, "Would you let Tom fuck you right now?" Without thinking, I said yes. Connor asked if Tom was hot. He made me tell him how Tom looked. He told me to imagine it was Tom's cock inside me. I got really into the role play. I was imaging that it was Tom fucking me bareback. I was imaging that Tom's cock was leaking precum inside my ass. I started moaning loudly. I said I was going to cum. Connor said, "Beg Tom for his load." I stroked my cock a few more times and as I was cumming said, "Fuck me Tom. Cum in me. Give me your load." Connor jammed his cock in my ass again and exploded inside me. Right then I knew something changed in our relationship. That we had opened another sexual door and walked through it together. We rested for a bit, cleaned up and walked back to the pick up. As we were walking, two really hot guys passed us. The one dude had no shirt on and was a hot motherfucker. He had muscles and like 0% body fat. Connor was in amazing shape, but this dude was like an Olympian. I noticed his tattoo. It was three circles on top of a fourth. Damn that tattoo looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen it previously. I remember saying to Connor, "He looks like an Olympian but he's not smart enough to get five circles for the Olympic logo. Duh." Connor laughed. Then he said, "Zach, baby, that's a biohazard symbol. On gay guys it usually means they have HIV. He's probably positive." As soon as he explained the tattoo, I remembered where I'd seen the tattoo previously. Bryce had one. The rest of the trip was a blur or fear and paranoia. I was so scared of giving HIV to Connor. I was so scared that I had HIV. I didn't know what to do - not like there are free clinics in Cooperstown. I didn't truly relax until almost a month later when I got tested, got the immediate result and then the official result. I was HIV negative. I hadn't put Connor at risk. Although, maybe I had since I took at least 50-60 of his loads in my ass or mouth since I saw that tattoo in Riddell Park.

Last night I had one of the best flip fucking sessions in a VERY long time. I've had a weekend cabin north of Atlanta for about 6 years now. Pretty much always used to bring friends since there's not much to do here alone. I used to get on bbrt if I was here alone and use the GEO search, but closest guy would be 30+ miles away (and that's a straight line - prob an hour away). Well then I got back on Grindr a few months ago and I'm realizing I don't need bbrt anymore I'm just here every few weekends, but now I'm kinda loving these solo weekends - I've hooked up 4 times (one was even a 4way) and it's all been raw. First one was an older guy that wanted to suck my cock while I kicked back to porn, and he swallowed my load. Then he invited me back for the 4 way with two 20s guys. Older guy told one of them to slide it into the other, then I fucked and bred the beefy bottom boy, then the host fucked and bred him....no real discussion, just happened. 3rd time was a closeted 21 yo with a blank black profile at the college next town over. Sexy tall big dicked kid - said he wanted to suck my cock. Had some bareback daddy/boy porn playing when he showed up - I was totally naked already. He walked in, made out, dropped to his knees, then I reciprocated, deep throating his cock, grabbing his solid ass. Stood up making out, slid my finger to his hole, but he told me he wasn't ready. Made out a little more, then he asked if I wanted him to fuck me - his cock was standing straight up. I really wasn't ready for that either, but decided to go for it. He just grabbed some lube off the coffee table for his cock, my hole still dry, ass up on the couch, slowly pushed in till he had me open - - it wasn't long before he started breathing heavy - I was already totally hard and not touching myself so I wouldn't cum first. Once he started nutting, I grabbed my cock and jacked my load on the couch at the exact same time...gotta love those blowjobs that end with an ass load of 21 yo seed Yesterday, this sexy guy I chatted before (profile sounds a little more dating oriented) and says he's vers, std free, but hiv status blank sent some pics of hot body, perky small bubble ass and nice big fat cock. He then tells me he's more bottom - told him that's ok, but I knew I wanted that dick in me too, so we'd see. I realized I needed to tell him it's gotta be raw if he wants me to keep a hardon, when all of a sudden he replies back - bare cool? I answered back saying - YES, always! He said perfect! An hour later, both douched, I answered my door wearing Nasty Pig briefs and a hardon, group bb porn on the big screen. Had beers and talked about 3-4 mins, he commented he liked my underwear, then I stood in front of him sitting on my couch and let my dick out. Swapped head, rimming, making out (I KNEW I was getting that FAT cock in me too - he was hard as a rock). We flip fucked back and forth, each topping the other at least 10 times till he was too close and said he needed to cum. I told him he can fuck me to cum even after I cum first, but he wanted to cum with me fucking him, so I planted him on all fours - had a feeling it was gonna be quick at that point,and it was. Less than a minute later he was unloading on my bedspread with his hole automatically milking the juice out of my dick - gave him a balls-deep load. I don't often find guys that good at flip fucking, both of us hard as a rock getting fucked, switching places when the top gets too close, both staying on the edge of cumming back and forth - felt so good as top and bottom, kind of wanted it to never end - felt so fucking satisfied - can't wait for next time, and told him I'd let him know next time I'm back up solo All these guys up here have been local country guys - so far no mention of condoms or status - just that one "bare cool"? surprising but welcome to me! Kind of have some projects I should do, but damn I wanna get back on grindr and see what I can find today - and I probably will lol

Justin and I were really looking forward to Mardi Gras. I hadn't been to one before and he couldn't wait to show me around. Mardi Gras parades and festivals go on for weeks. Some of the parades are in the suburbs and, while we didn't go to those, the party atmosphere really kicked up on campus. There was not a day I wasn't drinking the last week in February. Every night after I got drunk, I'd climb on Justin's condomless cock and ride it until he came inside me. I love the feeling of a man cumming in my ass. Justin had gotten over the fact that we were no longer using condoms. He was enjoying it as much as I was now. He started getting a little rougher and verbal. He'd make me beg or ask for his load. Then he'd tell me how hot it was that I begged for it when we would cuddle afterward. It became our thing. I loved doing it, especially when I was looking at him on my back or riding him. His face was so great when he came. Justin and I went to our first parade the Thursday before Fat Tuesday. We stood on St. Charles Avenue and got really drunk with his brother and roommates. We ran into a bunch of gay guys from Loyola University (right next to Tulane). Justin and I made fast friends with them because they had vodka based cocktails in gallon milk jugs in their cooler. They invited us to go to a party after the parade. We said yes. After the parade was over, we left Justin's roommates and went with the Loyola gays. We showed up at this old house that had been converted into apartments near both our campuses. The 2nd floor unit was the party space. It was pretty big with 3 bedrooms, a big living room, dining room and kitchen. There were also porches in the back and the front. It was nice, but it was a student apartment so it was also disheveled and run down. The roommates were all other gays who lived in New Orleans - two students and one graduate. The liquor was flowing and the group of boys was growing. Soon there were about 40 people at the party so it was hot and we were getting sweaty. Guys started hooking up. Some left and others stayed around to make out and drink more. Justin and I were in the later group. At one point Justin and I started making out with another couple. It was hot. Justin grabbed the back of my hips and bent me over to make out with the other guys. It was clear who the tops and bottoms were in our foursome. I could feel Justin's cock hard in his shorts pressing on my ass. I had worn a jockstrap that day and both our shorts were thin enough so that it felt like his cock was resting in my crack. The other bottom and I stopped making out and returned to our respective men. I kissed Justin and pulled him into a bedroom and the other couple came with. I pushed Justin against the wall and dropped to my knees to suck his cock just as the other bottom closed the bedroom door. I sucked Justin's cock and got it very wet. The other bottom must've been pre-lubed because the other top had a condom on and was plowing his already. I could hear the moans. I stood up and kissed Justin and told him to fuck me as I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall on the floor. He grabbed me. I stepped out of the shorts and he pushed me against the wall. Justin lined up his cock and pressed into my ass. I moaned and winced a bit. Justin and I usually used lube, but spit would have to do. Justin fucked me hard and fast. I could hear the other bottom moaning and his top grunting. The other top said he was about to cum. I looked in the mirror and saw him pull out, rip off the condom and cum in the bottom's mouth. I saw Justin watching too. He said he was about to cum. I said, "Give it to me baby. Cum in my ass." Justin came inside me. He turned me around dropped to his knees and sucked me off until he came. We all left the room together. The other bottom said, "Did you guys use a condom?" I said, "No, he's my boyfriend and we are both tested and are negative." He said, "I've never done it bareback. I haven't been with a guy I trust enough yet. One mistake and you could be poz." I slid my hand into Justin's and said, "I trust Justin." Justin smiled and we kissed. We left the party about a half hour later. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday were all insane days. Justin's roommates grabbed a shopping cart, we filled it with booze and took it almost all the way downtown to watch the parades and get drunk. Justin and I went out every night after the parades to dance at Oz and Pub. We'd dance shirtless and make out on the dance floor. Tuesday was nuts. We woke up early to watch the Zulu parade, of which we caught the end. We crossed Canal Street to the FQ side and hung out there with friends who had an apartment a few blocks into the Quarter. I learned quickly that Bathroom access is the key to enjoying Mardi Gras. Justin and I bought frozen daiquiris. We watched the last parade and then went to watch the Gay Mardi Gras festivities on St. Ann. There was a costume show of some kind and Justin and I were really drunk. We had such a great time. The bars were overflowing with gay guys. So many sexy guys. So much skin. I took off my shirt. Justin took his off. I was so drunk that I tried to give him head on the balcony of one of the bars. He stopped me and we kissed and laughed. I whispered that we should go somewhere and fuck. Justin smiled at me. He took my hand and said, "I think I know a place." Justin and I went into another bar that was much darker. It was really crowded. The crowd was lively and we ran into the couple that we met at the party. The bottom said his boyfriend had just fucked him in the bathroom. Justin said, "That's what I had in mind." We went to the bathroom and finally got into a stall. Justin had grabbed a couple of lube packets from a bowl next to a bowl of condoms. I pushed my shorts and underwear down. Justin lubed his cock and slid his cock right inside me. We had fucked twice the night before and once that morning already. I was pretty used to his cock so it slid all the way inside me. I groaned loudly. Justin leaned over me and said we had to be quiet. I couldn't help it though. I was so horny and his cock felt so good hitting my prostate over and over again that I was moaning loudly. Justin said, "Be quiet Zach." That's when one of the other guys in the bathroom said, "Be loud. It's hot. Let him moan." Another guy said, "Yeah Zach, moan for us." Justin didn't say anything else. He just kept fucking me for a few more minutes and he reached around with a lubed hand to jerk me off too. My hands were pressed against the wall as he rode my ass. He was bringing me close. I said, "I'm close." Justin said, "Me too. Do you want my cum?" I said, "Fuck yes. Cum in my ass. I want it." He came in me. I came on the floor. We almost collapsed. It was so hot. We put our clothes on and opened the stall door. Guys were smiling at us. A couple clapped and cheered. I was embarrassed. I looked at Justin. His face was so red. I noticed that one of the guys smiling at me was the other top from the party. He said, "Hey guys. We have drinks for you at the bar." We found the bar and relaxed and chilled with the guys for about an hour. But, Justin was not in his same mood. We went home. We kissed and fucked again that night. Justin fucked me harder than he ever had before. He was really jamming his cock inside me. It hurt, but it was a good hurt and I knew he wouldn't intentionally hurt me. He asked if I wanted his load. I begged him for it. He said, "Here it comes, slut!" and he came in my ass. The next morning, Justin was sheepish about the day before. I asked him what was wrong and he said "nothing." We went about our livers over the next couple of weeks. We kept fucking every night. But, something was wrong. I could tell. I finally got Justin to admit that he was weirded out by the sex in the bathroom. He said that he didn't understand why I wanted those guys to hear us and why I was so loud. I told him that him fucking me felt good and, as we both knew, sometimes I can get loud. Besides, I told him that he was the one that told me to beg him for his cum. I asked how I was supposed to do that quietly in a men's bathroom. The conversation didn't help much, but at least I knew what was going on with him. A few weeks later, just before Jazz Fest, Justin and I went out to Oz. We saw our friends and danced a lot. A couple of the guys, including the top from the Mardi Gras party, were going to the bathhouse. The other Mardi Gras party top's name is Seth. Seth pressed us to go with them. I wanted to go. I told Justin that it would be fun. On the walk there, Seth got me to admit that I'd gone to a bathhouse previously. That was something Justin didn't know. I was drunk and chatting so I didn't know Justin was pissed off. We went inside the bathhpuse. Justin and I got naked pretty quickly and we found a room to fuck in. Justin fucked me fast and came quickly. Justin asked me to beg for his load again. I did. I looked over and saw Seth watching us a bit. Justin and I kissed and I suggested we go get in the hot tub. Justin and I got in the hot tub. I cuddled up next to him and he slipped away from me. He said it's too hot. I said, "Let's just stay here a bit." Seth and a couple of the guys joined us. I was still drunk and chatty, so I gave Justin his space and talked to the guys. Seth was flirty and soon was next to me with his hand on my leg. I removed the hand, but Justin saw it and was pissed off. He left and I followed. We went to locker area and Justin said, "You stay out with your friends. I'm tired and pissed off and I want to go home." I told him I would go with him and Justin turned to me and said, "I need to be alone. I'm really uncomfortable seeing how slutty you are. And I guess I have been for awhile. I can't believe you never told me that you've been to a bathhouse before tonight." I grabbed Justin's hand and said that I loved him very much. I told him I would leave with him if he would wait for me to get dressed. He handed me the locker key and said, "We can talk tomorrow Zach. I love you but I need to be alone." Justin left. The other Mardi Gras party bottom had come in the locker area and saw the fight. He came over to me and comforted me. He said, "I brought some nice guys. Let's go sit in the hot tub and chat. No need to leave yet." I don't know why I went back to the hot tub, but I did. It was only a few minutes before everyone in our group knew that Justin and I had an argument. Bottom boy and I were chatting and I was trying not to look around at all the sexy guys. It was hard to not look though since some of the guys were really sexy and others had already left us to hook up together or with other guys the saw in the bathhouse. Bottom boy started making out with the guy on the other side of him. Then I felt an arm around my shoulders and it was Seth. He said that he was sorry if he caused any of the argument. I told him it was more about what had happened in the bathroom of the other bar. Seth told me how hot he thought that was and that Justin was lucky to have me. Bottom boy and his make out partner left me with Seth. It wasn't long before Seth's comforting touch included his hand on my leg. I didn't move his hand. I felt so alone after Justin left that I just needed someone. I was hoping that Seth's touch was still just friendly. I needed to talk to someone; be with someone. Seth told me how attractive I was and that he liked me. He pinched my nipple lightly. We laughed. I relaxed some. We kept brushing against each other. Eventually his hand slid up my inner thigh and brushed my balls lightly before slipping about a half inch away. My cock got hard. Seth leaned in and kissed me. I let him. I opened my mouth and let his tongue inside. After a few minutes we were stroking each other's hard cocks. Seth and I left the hot tub and went to find a quiet place. We found a corner and he told me that he liked my sexy ass. He squeezed it and said he'd like to fuck me. We kissed a lot. I got on my knees and sucked his hot cock. He leaned against the wall and I sucked him for about 10 minutes. He stood me up and turned me around. He got on his knees, spread my cheeks and ate my ass. He got me really wet and he fingered me while he ate my ass. He was really good at using his tongue to widen my hole. I was already kinda loose from Justin fucking me regularly, but Seth was relaxing me more. Eventually Seth stood up and put his cock at my hole. I instinctively pushed back and his 8" fat cock slipped inside me. I grunted. He spit on his cock and pushed in more. Justin's cum helped lube him as his cock filled me up. I needed this fuck. It felt good and reassuring after the argument with Justin. Someone wanted me even if Justin didn't. I moaned and stroked my cock as Seth fucked me. He was slow at first, letting me get used to his cock. Once he had a rhythm going and had picked up speed, he said, "Do you like my cock in you?" I told him that I did. He asked me to tell him how much I liked it and he took his cock out until just the top was inside me. I begged him to keep fucking me. He told me what a sweet ass I had. Seth had me saying a lot of things as he fucked me. I felt him get a bit faster. I kept telling him how good his cock felt. Then he said, "I'm going to cum. Do you want my load?" Out of habit I said, "Fuck yes! Cum in my ass." And he did. I felt Seth's load shoot volley after volley of cum inside me. I shot on the wall. Seth slipped out of my ass. I felt the loads slip out with him. He kissed me. Seth lightly slapped my ass and said I was a hot fuck. He told me how glad he was that I wasn't a condom Nazi. He went to the showers. I went with him. I took a quick shower, kissed him, got dressed and left. I realized what I had done. I was scared. My stomach dropped out of me. I was more empty than ever. I couldn't believe I had just cheated on Justin And bareback. I knew I had to tell Justin. I couldn't have sex with him again until after I was tested. At a minimum that would be the best outcome we could have, we stay together and use condoms for a few months until I test negative again. The next day I called Justin a few times and left a couple messages on his answering machine(remember it's 2000). I knew his class schedule though, so I went to wait near the humanities building. He came out of class about ten minutes after I got there. He saw me and walked passed me. I caught up to him and he told me to leave him alone. I walked him to his dorm and at the base of his stairs he told me we were finished. He already heard that Seth fucked me last night, and that he knew it was bareback because I was too slutty for it not to be. Justin said that I was such a slut and the more he knew me the more he realized that I just want lots of guys to fuck me. He said he didn't love me and couldn't love a guy who needed that kind of sex. I tried to argue, but I gave in. I knew he was right. I liked having sex with lots of guys. The thought of needing a lot of sex shamed me. Why couldn't one almost perfect guy be enough? I cried right there. I turned and walked away afraid to let him see the tears. After about 100 yards, I looked back and saw Justin close the door to his dorm. I went back to mine and collapsed on my bed, brokehearted. Empty.

This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. ****************************************************** My 18 year cousin Joey came to the city from some small town to stay with us for the summer. Yeah, I kinda knew he was gay for a while before I asked him, just from the way I saw him checking out guys when he thought nobody was watching. Nobody else noticed- I saw it though. Rudy, an older neighbor, a real sleaze, especially caught his attention. Rudy is older, about 55, drop dead sexy,a real daddy type. And a big time leather top- I've seen him in action time and time again at the baths. Barebacking is his thing, especially with the newbies who somehow wander into the baths out of curiosity. They always end up leaving with more than they bargained for- Rudy is as POZ as he is hot. He and I are pretty good friends,the two gay guys in the neighborhood. We often go out to the clubs and to the baths afterwards. He tells me hot stories of his exploits. I decided to invite Joey to come out with us one night. When I asked Rudy if it would be okay if Joey came out with us his face lit up like a Christmas tree. Joey didn't stand a chance. Rudy had seen him just yesterday in his tight jean shorts when we were washing the car and said his dick went immediately hard. Poz tops can be very determined to get what they want and almost always do. Very aggressive. The thrill of turning my naive cousin out was too exciting to resist. When I invited him and said Rudy was coming, he said,"You mean that dude next door? That hot guy? Hell yeah. I want to come!" He thought he knew it all. Like he was so mature or something. Excellent. I immediately ran down the mental checklist of things I'd needed to bring: jockstrap, check; poppers, check; blindfold, check. Booty bump, call Rico and arrange to pick one up later, as well as a joint sprinkled with tina. By the way, the blindfold is Rudy's specialty. So it looked like everything was in order and we'd have everything we'd need for the adventure on Friday. You should have seen Joey when Rudy got in the car with us Friday night. He was a little disappointed that we weren't going dancing like we had planned, but just going out "to a club" instead. The sooner we get there, the more pozzing we could do, Rudy wisely pointed out. We had already had drinks at the house- a rare treat for Joey. He was on his way. "Here, take a puff of this, Joey," Rudy said as he smiled that handsome smile and passed the laced joint to my cousin. Joey was so much in awe of the sexy older man and got so instantly high when the tina in the joint hit him like a freight train, he didn't even notice that he was the only one smoking. I smiled over to Rudy and passed him a small plastic bag containing a travel size jar of vaseline and two booty bumps. (Rico is good to his repeat clientele.) Joey was flying pretty high and barely noticed Rudy pulling down his underwear enough in his jeans to lube up his tight asshole and insert one and then another pleasure ball. Joey didn't even know where he was. Luckily we were already in the parking lot of the baths and the staff were all my friends - I did work here for six years, after all, and even after I quit I became a regular guest. My friend Brian at the door just shook his head and smiled as we helped Joey in. "At it again, eh? Take number 11- It's still kind of quiet, it's early." We wasted no time stripping Joey down and putting the jock stap on him. Such a beautiful butt, accented perfectly with the tight strap. Next, Rudy had the honor of putting the blindfold on him- Joey was so out of it, he thought it was some cool game. Rudy, meanwhile, lubed up his eight inch dick, rock hard from the viagra he takes before hitting the baths, and I held the poppers steadily under Joey's nose, closing one nostil, then the other, hearing him groan loudly and then actually yell as the big dickhead speared his tight boy pussy. "Yell all you want, Joey. You're at a bath house. You're probably turning someone on." And he was. The guy at the open door stroking his dripping dick said, "I get him next." I knew that guy. He was one of those lanky HIV+ sleazes who frequent this place. "He's all yours, man," I said with an approving nod. Joey was working his hips up and down the best he could to meet the butt fucking Rudy mercilessly plowed into him. He was so high on the tina, so horny, all that mattered was getting fucked. His dick, limp but dripping precum, let me know it overtook his body. He was just a sex pig awaiting his breeding like all the other sexpig bottoms in the bathhouse. And then, squirt after squirt of POZ cum erupted from the tip of Rudy's giant dick in the boy's asshole and I bent down to whisper in his ear, "Good boy. You're taking it like a champ! I'm proud of you!" His cumhole was so wet and dripping poz juice. It was a beautiful sight. It was the icing on the cake when I whispered my further instructions and the blindfolded Joey complied, yelling, "THANK YOU! THANK YOU FOR YOUR GIFT,SIR!!" The guy at the door laughed at the pathetically high performance and moved closer to assume his place at the kid's ass. By the time the club really got into full swing, Joey started crying from all the dick he was getting. His butt was red and sore looking. Poor guy. Still, he set something of a record lying there in a pool of strangers' cum, wearing his enticing tight jockstrap. I counted 34 'donors'. After each insemination Joey repeated "Thank you. Thank you." He was transformed into a cum pig, thanking every possibly poz fucker for his gift. I can hardly wait for the day when all three of us take another ride together, but this time to an HIV clinic and Joey gets some very important test results. I won't be able to mask my delight when he converts. Rudy says he'll take him into the bathroom right there at the clinic and fuck him bareback when he is confirmed positive. And then he wants to take him directly to the tattoo parlour owned by his buddy so Joey can get a nice biohazard tattoo on his butt. I doubt it will take too long, judging from all the loads he took that night.

1. Seth "The invitation said there was a carefully selected group of '...positively-minded hot men.'" I had read the story every day since I had found it on Breeding Zone. It was the summer I turned sixteen. I had jerked off to it almost as often, thinking about the freedom and utter lack of fear of the narrator. I must have spilled gallons of sperm thinking about the impunity to fuck bareback, even with guys I knew were poz. I wanted that freedom to enjoy it and to even revel in it. I admired the courage of the narrator. I wanted his strength, but the consequences terrified me. I would stroke my cock, fantasizing about getting fucked raw and then hate myself for my depraved dreams after I shot my load. Freshman year in college, I discovered BarebackRT, and started to chat with guys on there. But I was still too afraid to do anything beyond chatting. Then, in the spring, I started to hear about PrEP. It seemed like a dream come true. A daily pill and I could have what I had been craving for so long, without fear. I started to chat more openly, with more guys and in greater, explicit detail. But, then, my freshman year came to an end; I had to go back home, a boring suburb in the Midwest. I was still chatting with guys on BBRT, but they were now so far away. In early August, I came home one day from my summer job as a lifeguard to see an envelope addressed to me sitting on the kitchen counter. Just like in the story, it was fine, heavy paper, hand-addressed in thick, confident strokes. I wondered what my mom had thought it was when she had gotten the mail. Of course, I had immediately though of the story I had blown so many loads to. I raced to my room. In just the two flights of stairs up, my cock had grown rock hard, telegraphing just what I expected to read. Alone in my room, I turned the card over again. The return address read "Jon Corelli." Jon was a guy I had met on BBRT just as I was heading home for the summer; our chats quickly spilled over into text, where I found myself opening up and telling him my fantasies. We started to exchange pictures. Mine were little more than erect nudes, but his were a moveable feast of bareback sex: him fucking guys, him getting fucked, and an occasional solo cum shot. I held the letter, trembling with excitement, anticipation and maybe some fear. I opened it up, savoring the feel of the paper and extracted the card. It was an invitation, handwritten as well, inviting me to a party over Labor Day weekend, a party for men "with a positive, uninhibited outlook on life," and encouraged me to "come PrEPared for a mind-blowing weekend." Jon was inviting me to his place for three days. We had talked enough for me to know that he had a beautiful condo in a downtown building, where he would occasionally host days-long bareback sex parties with his two partners. Jon had made it clear that although they ranged from very vanilla to extremely kinky and taboo, they were always bareback. He had hinted on text what he had been planning: it would be a party just for me with three days of uninhibited, unprotected, raw sex. It worked out perfectly; I had to go back to school the week before. I would have more than enough time to get a prescription for PrEP from the clinic at school. The next few weeks were endless. I was still texting with Jon, trying to get any details about the weekend. But he was keeping any details a secret, only teasing me with an occasional shot of his cock sliding into a tight raw hole, or a hot young man, his hole dripping cum. I would beat off every night, re-reading the story, re-reading the invitation, looking at the pictures he had sent me, and imagining it was I in the middle of all of the action. Everything seemed to conspire to only prolong my agony. First, my flight back to school was canceled, and I had to spend another night at home. Of course, that meant that I had to cancel my appointment at the student health clinic to get my prescription for PrEP. Then, I tried to re-schedule the appointment but seemingly every opening was full. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to get it in time for the party. But then, two days before I was due at Jon's condo, when I was terrified about making a final choice between long-anticipated pleasures and long-term responsibility, the clinic called about a last-minute cancellation. The Wednesday afternoon visit was quick and painless. The doctor took some blood, explained how PrEP worked, and I was out of there in less than fifteen minutes. Thursday morning I was stuck in classes until noon; when I finally emerged, the doctor had left a message. "All clear. I phoned in your prescription and it will be ready tomorrow morning." I was cutting it close, but I would have it in time for the party. I texted Jon and let him know the good news. "Great," he texted back. "Just make sure to take a pill as soon as you get them." I didn't need any reminders. All afternoon, I was stuck in lab, as Jon continued to send me pictures: first of his boy Cal sucking him off, followed him fucking Cal, his long cock covered only in lube, spit and pre-cum, and then, finally, of Jon's thick white spooge dripping from Cal's ass. I was jealous. That load was supposed to be inside me. I was the one who was supposed to get fucked bareback. I was the one who needed to get filled with cum. And I was the one who wanted to feel Cal's tight hole wrapped around my throbbing cock. At least my roommate was gone when I got back to the dorm. I took the opportunity to quickly jerk off, once more re-reading Jon's invite. Getting off barely seemed to make a difference in how horny I was. Six PM Friday afternoon was now only twenty-four hours away, but I wasn't sure if I was going to last that long. I sent a picture of the trail of cum splashed across my chest and abs to Jon. "That should be in Cal's tight hole," he texted back. "And save the rest for tomorrow. You are going to need it." The rest of the evening was spent eating, studying, and trying not to think about what the next day would hold for me. Even thinking about the barest glimmer of possibilities that lay in store would make my cock start to throb. I had to force myself to not jerk off again, and sleep did not come easy. I almost welcomed the alarm that morning; I had set it so I could get to the pharmacy right as it opened. Even at right at the morning opening time, there was already a line at the pharmacy. I took a number, and waited what seemed like hours for it to be called. But, it was really only twenty minutes before I was at the window. The pharmacist seemed already bored with his day. "I'm here to pick up a prescription," I said. He barely looked up from his computer. "Name?" he asked me. "Seth. Seth Hunter." He typed in something. "Date of birth?" "March 29, 1995," I said. I was a child of the AIDS epidemic, born in some of the darkest hours. But now I wouldn't have to worry about that. I wouldn't have to worry about it. Ever. "Just a second," he said, getting up from his stool, and walking into the back. It took him a few moments to find my prescription. "Let's see," he said as he sat back down. "Have you ever taken Truva..." He trailed off. "Mick?" he said, calling back. There was an indistinct response from someone I couldn't see. "Can you take this?" A few seconds later, a tall, thin guy appeared. The pharmacist handed him the bag. "Mick will talk to you about your prescription," he said. The man I assumed was Mick smiled at me, and pointed me to a door at the far corner of the room. "Meet me there," he said. As I followed him, I checked him out more carefully. He was about 6'2" and his blue polo shirt hugged his body tightly highlighting his muscular gymnast's build. I saw a bit of a tattoo sticking out from his collar. Also sticking out if you knew to look was his pert ass. I willed my cock to go down even as I imagined what it would feel like to thrust my raw, unprotected erection into his hole and drip a steady stream of pre-cum into him. He opened the door, and motioned for me to go in. It was a small room, a desk with two chairs, a few posters on the wall, and a filing cabinet. He had blue eyes and just a hint of stubble and gave me a knowing smile as I walked past him. I could feel him looking me over and trying to piece together my story. I hoped my boner was not too obvious. "Go ahead, sit down," he said. I sat down, glad to have some cover for the lump in my shorts. "I'm Mick," he continued. "I'm Seth," I said. "Nice to meet you," he said. He reached across desk and shook my hand, before sitting down. "We just like to do a bit more counseling for certain medications." He opened the brown bag, and took out a white bottle with a yellow band around it. "Truvada" was printed on the side of the bottle. "Is this your first time for PrEP?" "Yeah," I said. "It is." "That's cool. As you may know, every drug can have side effects. This is no different" "What kind of side effects?" He paused. He got up from the desk, and went over to the filing cabinet. "I have a pamphlet somewhere." He knelt down to open the bottom drawer. As he did, his polo shifted up, and his pants shifted down slightly. I saw a thick white band of a jock strap, and the tiniest hint of the smooth skin of his ass. My cock throbbed once more, wondering if he knew how badly I needed release. I forced myself to look away, to think about anything but sex. Unfortunately, as I looked up, I met his eyes. He had seen me checking him out. "You know," he said, closing the drawer without getting the pamphlet he had promised me. "I'm on PrEP as well." I took a breath; he had seen me staring at his ass, but he didn't care. "What's it been like for you?" I asked. He stood up, and leaned against the door with his legs spread slightly. "It's been..." He searched for the right word. "Liberating," Mick finally said. "My boyfriend. He's poz. And now we're fluid bonded." "Fluid bonded?" "He's shot his load inside of me. Not in a condom. It's more important than I thought." His hand dropped down to his groin and covered his crotch. Or maybe he was rubbing it slightly. It was hard to tell, and I knew my dick was seeing what it wanted to see. "It's really important for men to share fluids." He stared out into space for a moment, reliving some private, intimate experience. "Why are you starting?" "The protection," I started, but paused. "The freedom" I continued. I was staring at him, fantasizing about him. In my mind, I had already undressed him and was feeling his body next to mine. The idea of warmth of his ass against my cock was making me hard. I knew the welcoming wetness of his hole would make it impossible for me not to stick my shaft in him. There would be no fumbling with a condom and no barriers between us. It would be just fucking, the way it was meant to be. "Yeah. Freedom." He said, bringing me back to reality. "To fuck who we want. How we want." I hadn't even taken the first pill, but just the presence of the bottle in the room was liberating enough. I stood up and faced him, no longer trying to hide the hard shaft in my shorts. "Where we want." I said. He reached behind him, and locked the door. In the sudden silence between us it sounded like a heavy safe door closing. He turned off the light; there was still plenty of light streaming in through the shade-covered window. "When we want," he said. He unzipped his chinos, exposing a white jock strap. His cock was straining against the fabric. I unzipped my shorts, exposing my underwear. My cock had tented them as well. He took a step towards me. When I took a step towards him, my shorts fell down, gathering around my ankle. "Nice," he said. He took another step, and was now right in front of me. He put a hand on my basket. "Very nice." "Thanks," I said. "Your boyfriend..." "Calls me his slutty sperm bank." He smiled. "The more I get, the more he gives me." I nod. This was the freedom I had dreamed of every time I had jacked off. From a pocket, Mick produced a small bottle of lube. "You are prepared," I said. He laughed. "Yes," he said. "Besides. You're not the first today." "Really?" I ask. "Yeah. One from my boyfriend and one from a guy at the gym." Mick reached into my underwear and grabbed my cock. "Cum makes the best lube. You'll see" His hand was warm around my shaft. I wondered how his ass would feel. His cum-filled ass. It sounded so dirty, that he had already gotten two loads before 10AM. But it was also so hot. To not worry and to just enjoy sex. "Aren't you worried?" "No. I look for poz guys now. Undetectable poz guys are the safest ones out there. And if you are worried, take one of those." He pointed at the bottle of Truvada on the desk. "This is exactly what it's here for. To let you enjoy sex without fear. Real sex. Bareback sex." My cock got harder at the words. Mick let go of my cock, but in a practiced notion, pushed down my underwear. They fell to the ground, the cool air of the office a shock. I turned to the desk and picked up the bottle. As I fumbled with the cap and the foil, Mick stepped out of his sandals, took off his polo and kicked off his chinos. I tried to focus on the pill bottle but it was difficult. Mick he turned to show me his ass, and I was distracted by how the white straps of his jock perfectly framed his butt. "Breed me?" he asked. There was a hunger to his voice. So many stories on Breeding Zone had described that hunger. But I had never heard it in real life from another man, just in videos. The raw reality of the need triggered animal instincts, which had been long suppressed by society and convention, and these instincts were driving my every action. I had to fuck him. It was programmed in my DNA to spread my sperm as far and as wide as possible. And when a beautiful, talented hole presented itself, eager to be plowed by my thick cock, I was going to do what I was born to do. I managed to extract one pill. It was larger than I expected but was a calming shade of blue. I popped it in my mouth and swallowed it dry. "Fucking hot," Mick said. "Seeing you do that. Knowing you're gonna fuck me now." He poured a bit of lube on his hand and grabbed my cock, greasing it up. "We can just do this?" I asked. It seemed so simple. I took a pill, and now I could slide into his ass. No fumbling with a condom, no tight feeling of rubber. Just skin on skin and pleasure against pleasure. All of that came from a simple pill and only once a day. "Yeah," he said. "Quit talking. Start fucking." I lined up my cock with his hole. I could feel the warmth against the tip of my dick, and in response, I started to dribble pre-cum. "Ready?" I asked. "Of course," Mick replied. "I'm always ready." I pushed against his hole, forcing my way into his body. I was still new to gay sex, but even in my limited experience, I could tell Mick was an amazing bottom. His butt provided just the barest amount of resistance before opening up and allowing my cock to enter. "Damn. That's a nice one. Thick." "So warm. Welcoming." "That's what I want to hear." I stood still, trying to process all the sensations. This was what sex was supposed to be; it was like watching seeing a movie in color for the very first time. Every motion was more intense than I had remembered with a condom, and it was clear I was getting to know Mick on a fundamentally deeper level than I could if I was fucking him with a rubber. Even though I was standing still, sexual hunger was consuming Mick, and he was squirming in a feeble attempt to contain the forces consuming him. He needed more of my cock, and was now pressing back against me. Relentlessly, my shaft slid into his tight, firm body. "Oh. Fuck," I moaned. My cockhead had hit a pool of warmth. It took me a moment to realize the soft liquid was the sperm the other men had shot into Mick. "That feels good." "Doesn't it?" Mick said. He stopped trying to force himself on me, and let me explore the sensations of a hole already dripping with cum. I had never fucked someone with a load already up there, and it was a new sensation for me. I now understood how important fluid exchange was for men. It was especially vital when we were blessed with the opportunity to fuck another man. I was glad that Mick was not going to ask me to pull out when I came. I wanted to cum in him so badly and absolutely nothing was going to get in the way of me cumming inside him. "Your boyfriend," I asked, then pausing, wondering if I could ask the question I wanted to. I barely knew Mick, but yet he had given this intimate side of himself to me. "He's really poz?" It wasn't an intrusive question compared to what he had already offered me. "Yeah. He is. And the guy at the gym. Eli." He squeezed his hole around my cock, coating it with semen from the two men. "He was too. Poz, I mean." It was more than just a physical sensation; it was as if the cum carried far more. It was the DNA of the sperm, transmitting the two men's genetic inheritance and it was the RNA of the virus, transmitting the men's eventual downfall. There was something else there; something powerful and emotional. I just had to experience it; it would never be explained by reason or logic. As my cock soaked in the liquid, mental images and emotional traces of Mick's experiences came to me. I could see Eli the muscular black man that had fucked Mick at the gym, and how grateful Eli was for the chance to release his sexual frustration into Mick's strong, masculine body. I could feel the love that Mick's partner had for Mick and how the two of them used insemination as a way to celebrate and deepen that that love. I had no explanation for it other than I was learning from the semen in Mick's ass. There was also something else there: something furtive that slipped away as soon as I tried to focus on it. It was something evil, scared, and angry. "You feel it too, don't you? The darkness?" Mick asked. "It's the virus. It doesn't like being thwarted. It needs to infect us and it needs to spread. It needs it so badly" Once he had named the dark sentiment was easy for me to focus on it and understand it. It was a dark knight and it was a strong, relentless and deadly predator. It wasn't used to being defeated; over the years it had taken far too many victims and it reveled in its own carnage. "But we are powerful now. Armored and well defended. It's enraged, so it is going fight hard." "But," I stammered, "We're ok, right?" I had been promised that the virus had met its match, and I hoped we were both safe behind the walls Truvada had built. "Of course we are. Now, stop worrying about AIDS and fuck me, Seth." I tried to forget about the dangers of what I was doing, as Mick continued. "Fuck me like you mean it." I pulled my cock out, leaving just the tip still inside of Mick. My shaft was coated with cum. Seeing such hard evidence of how slutty Mick was and knowing my load would be the next in his collection drove me crazy and I slammed my cock back into his hole and all the accumulated poz seed. Mick grunted. "That's what I am talking about," Mick moaned. "That's what I fuckin' need." He was loud enough that I worried that people outside could hear it. "That's what I want, Seth. Don't stop." I pulled out again, and slammed my cock back into him. The force pushed him forward so I grabbed his hips and held him in place. I needed to feel the entire length of my cock buried inside his hole. I slid past the pools of cum in his butt, spreading the thick fluid across the insides of his body, before finally settling deep into Mick's guts. I held my cock steady in place and it pulsed slightly before emitting a drop of pre-cum. It was my first fluid exchange with another man. The full impact of what I had just done took a while to penetrate my mind, clouded as it was by the pleasures of sex. I hadn't swapped my fluids with any one, not a fuck buddy nor even a boyfriend. This first time was with a stranger, someone I had barely met. Even worse, it was while I was at a pharmacy picking up my prescription for PrEP. If that didn't permanently mark me as a Truvada slut, I don't know what would have. I sighed in pleasure. The day and the weekend were getting off to a very good start. I hoped that it also foretold what the rest of the month and the school year was going to be like. But those thoughts were a distraction from the task at hand. I pulled my dick out, and then pushed it back into Mick. It was amazing how good he felt. His hole was wet and smooth and warm, like the longest kiss my cock had ever gotten. I could feel every inch of Mick's ass, every slight objection to my penetration and every eager gulp of my shaft. With each stroke, I learned something new about Mick, some part of his desire. I understood how sex was supposed to feel. I would never be able to put a condom on again and lose this pleasure. "Oh hell yeah," Mick moaned, as I slammed my cock in and out of him. "Breed me, man,╙ he continued. I stopped trying to analyze the situation, and instead just focused on how damn good it felt to be fucking this man. It seemed to go far too fast, and before I knew it, my balls were tensing up and my cock was vibrating with pent-up need. "Don't pull out," he moaned. "Fucking let me have your seed." "Oh fuck," I grunted. My dick was dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. "I can't hold back," I said. "Just do it," Mick groaned. His ass tightened around my shaft, kissing it and milking out the last bit of precum. I closed my eyes, shoved my dick all the way in, and let my animal instincts take over. Bareback sex gave me an orgasm unlike one I had ever had before. I felt every drop of cum travel down the length of my shaft, and it flow into Mick's hungry ass. There was nothing held back between us. There was nothing to protect Mick from me, and nothing to prevent me from fertilizing his hole. The first spurt of cum was quickly followed by another, and then another and then one more. In the throes of the orgasm, it was hard to stay standing, but my cock was doing all the thinking necessary. My erection needed to be inside of Mick's wet hole, and my bestial instincts made sure my body maintained the balance needed. "Oh FUCK," I grunted. I hoped that people in the next room couldn't hear us. "Give it to me," Mick said. He squeezed his hole around my cock, and milked out another spurt. Without a rubber, I could feel just how hungry his hole was and how badly he needed my load. For a brief moment, I wondered if he could ever be satiated. But then, my cock demanded attention, and I focused on the pleasure of Mick's warm hole, tensing and releasing as he drained my balls of their load. "Oh hell yeah," he continued. "Damn," I said, as the last few drops of spooge dribbled out of my cock and into his hole. "That was fucking amazing." "That was bareback fucking," Mick said. "That was how men are supposed to have sex." I nodded in silent agreement. It was hard to think about anything; my mind was still clouded by the intensity of the orgasm. My dick was still buried in Mick's hole, and every slight movement from either of us reminded me how unbearably sensitive my dick was. "Think you can go back to rubberized sex now?" he asked me, understanding the struggle I was now contemplating. I slowly pulled my cock out of Mick. The ridges of my dick head pressed against the bare skin. It was just barely lubricated by the cum I had just deposited inside of Mick, and every move was a torrent of sensation. "Never," I said. As my cockhead pulled out, a small drop of white fluid dripped out of his hole. I reached down and pressed it back into him. "Yeah," Mick said. "You know how it is. I want every drop." His own penis was straining against the fabric of his jock strap. I thought for a moment he was going to start jacking off, but he turned around and faced me. "We have to do that again," he said, and pulled on his chinos. I stuffed my softening cock into my underwear and zipped up my shorts. "Yeah," I said, still not quite able to think clearly. "Don't forget your pills," Mick said, grabbing the white bottle off the desk and handing it to me. "Better living through chemistry, huh?" "For sure," I said. Mick put on his polo shirt. It was hard to believe that only a few minutes ago, he was practically naked, bent over the desk, and letting me fuck him bareback. "Uh," I stammered. "Here," he said, reaching into his pocket and extracting a card. "Give me a shout." He handed it to me; it had a name and a phone number on it. "Ok," I said. Reality was slowly sinking in. I needed to get going; there was a lab session I would just barely make in time. "Awesome," Mick said. He adjusted his clothes, and ran his hand over his head. With his close-cropped hair, it was a pointless gesture, but it forced a change in his bearing. He was no longer a bareback cum hound, but a young, professional man. The entire encounter had barely been fifteen minutes, but it was a window onto a world I desperately wanted to be a part of. He opened the door for me, and I stepped out. The people milling about in the waiting room barely noticed us. I wondered how they would have reacted if they had known what we had been doing. "Remember," Mick said. "Take the medicine regularly." I smiled, and headed out. As I walked out, I pulled out my phone. There was a message from Jon waiting for me. "Did you get your prescription?" "Yeah," I wrote back. "And I fucked the pharmacist as well." "Seriously?" "Yeah. He was on Prep as well." "Prep sluts are fucking hot. A guy taking care of himself, so he can take every load without fear." There was a brief pause. Jon was still typing. "Did you take your first dose yet?" "Yeah. Right before I fucked him." "So fucking hot. Two young studs, being safe. Taking care of themselves." He continued. "All so they can have sex without fear. Without condoms. With anyone they want." "I know," I wrote back. My ass was quivering in anticipation. I now needed to know what Mick had felt as a raw cock slid into his hole. "Now, you just have to remember to take it tomorrow morning. We're going to keep you up late tonight." "Good. I hope so," I texted back, before disappearing into the chemistry building.

PART I: SURRENDERING MY SOUL TO A STRANGER I used to trust in God. I followed him, worshipped him, believed he could save me from damnation. But even on my best behavior—even when I was the star of Sunday School—I harbored a deep fascination with anything that flourished in God’s absence. I told myself that I wanted to live in the light of Christian convictions, but spent hours daydreaming about the heat and depravity and chaos of a place like Hell, where God’s light could never be seen again. Somehow, despite everything I’d ever been taught, the idea of Hell—that is, a place of endless darkness characterized by weeping and gnashing of teeth—just didn’t seem like such a bad gig. Think of all those deep shadows, and all the twisted fun you could have under the heavy blanket of neverending night! I finally got a chance to explore the darkest of my daydreams during the summer between high school and college. Just a few months after my 18th birthday, I took a road trip through Southern California, telling my parents that I wanted to see Disneyland and Sea World. My actual plan, however, was to spend a week exploring Palm Springs. I’d read stories about all the twisted goings-on at those clothing-optional resorts, and I needed to see some of it for myself. I still hadn’t told anyone I was gay, I was a virgin, and I was terrified of all the things I didn’t know about gay sex. I had no plans to go hog-wild, but simply wanted to be a quiet observer—maybe even get a first-hand look at the grunting wild-animal communion of male bodies going bump-bump-bump in the night. I’d done enough research to know that the gay resorts in Palm Springs were mostly concentrated along Warm Sands Drive, so that’s where I went first. I parked my car a few blocks away—cautious and discreet as ever—and nervously approached the main cluster of sex clubs. As I made my way along the sidewalk, I heard footsteps just a few feet behind me. Turning around, I found myself in the presence of an unusually tall, powerfully built man—he was just shy of seven feet, and his shoulders were at least twice as wide as mine. And just to be clear: I’m no slouch in the musculature department. I played football and wrestled in high school, and I have a nicely proportioned jockboy frame. Think of me as that dark-haired white boy-next-door, standing six feet tall and weighing 185 pounds, with a well-developed chest, tight abs, and a clearly defined trail of fur leading down past my navel to my uncut cock and heavy, low-hanging balls. But this guy? He was next-level. And even in the darkness, the way he looked at me was flat-out mesmerizing: his eyes glinted in the evening heat, as if his stare could bore right through my skin. “Hey there,” he said as he approached, flashing a slightly fiendish grin. “What’s a cute boy like you doing in this part of town?” “Oh, just checking out the sights,” I said lamely. He was now standing right next to me, or actually towering over me, and I could feel an intense warmth vibrating from his body. He maintained that unearthly stare, and we just stood there in silence for a few moments. Then he took my hand, gently guiding it to his crotch, and used my fingers to trace the full outline of a rock-hard cock that appeared to extend halfway down his thigh. I looked into his eyes again. He was smiling down at me, quietly nodding as I explored the massive girth of his dick. Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I have a place not far from here,” he said, the depth and richness of his voice causing my little virgin hole to twitch. “Do you want to follow me there?” I replied with an eager nod. “Good—then open your mouth, boy.” I opened wide, and he spit in my mouth before sinking into a passionate kiss. “I hope you like that spit.” I smiled and nodded, which frankly surprised me—I wouldn’t have imagined that spit could’ve turn me on, but it did. And somehow, just then, my head started tingling and my nipples started quivering and my hole started pulsing with hunger. He leaned down to spit in my mouth again. That caused my head to tingle even more, and I could feel my heart racing like I’d just binged on a gallon of coffee. He cupped my face in his hands, looked intently into my eyes, then nodded with clear satisfaction. “Oh, I can see it in your eyes now. You’re definitely mine,” he said matter-of-factly—and I felt no need to contradict him. Just then, he quietly thrust his fingers down the front of his pants. I glanced down to see the outline of his hand exploring his giant cock-bulge for a moment or two, at last re-emerging to show me his fingers covered and dripping with an impressive layer of thick, white cum. “I leak,” he explained. “I leak constantly. A fucking geyser of precum, all day. Now open your mouth again.” I complied without hesitation, my eyes fluttering as he slowly worked his jizz-covered fingers into my mouth. Moments later, my head experienced a fresh rush of that tingling sensation, even stronger than before. I found myself involuntarily arching my back to expose more of my fuckhole to anyone who might be passing by. And the simple sensation of my T-shirt rubbing against my suddenly ultra-wired nipples made my entire body shiver with the anticipation of sexual discovery—and the promise of sexual corruption. “Call me Abraxas,” he said. “And you are?” “Michael,” I replied. “Ah yes—the archangel,” he said with a vicious smirk. “By the end of the night, I might need to give you a new name.” “Please, sir: do whatever you want.” “You mean that, boy?” His stare had taken on a new intensity, and I found myself feeling weightless, like tumbling in space, all of my energy and attention somehow absorbed by that sharp glint shining from the depths of his eyes. “Yes I do,” I replied without missing a beat, as if that were the only possible answer. “I want you to repeat after me,” he said. “Are you ready?” I gave him a nod, and his voice lowered and flattened as if emerging from the deeper recesses of his massive frame. “Abraxas, lord and master, I surrender my body to you.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I surrender my body to you.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I freely give you my soul.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I freely give you my soul.” “Mold me in your image. Make me yours. Mark me. And never let me go.” “Mold me in your image. Make me yours. Mark me.” Here I paused as he leaned down to kiss me—but this time, as my tongue explored his mouth, I felt an unusual sharpness along the ridges of his teeth. He withdrew from the kiss, then gently repeated: “And what else, my boy?” “And never let me go. Please, please: never let me go.” He smiled with the slyness of a quiet conqueror. And just then—though I told myself, again and again, that it must have been a trick of the evening light—his eyes took on a subtle red glow, shining like embers, as he placed his arm firmly around my shoulder and showed me the way to his dark sanctuary.

Last night I posted an ad on CL looking for tops to breed me through one of the gloryholes at the local adult bookstore. About an hour after posting, a recently divorced man in his early 40s replied with a pic of his cock. It didn't look that impressive, but what the hell, I could check out the arcade anyway even if this one doesn't work out. When I walked into the arcade, there were only two guys. One was clearly over 60, and the other guy was a tall, beefy dark-haired guy that fit the description of the guy who had responded to my CL ad. I went into a booth with a larger gloryhole, and he went into the other booth. In less than a minute after entering, he pushed a super thick 8" cock through the hole. I couldn't believe how impressive his cock was. I attempted to suck his cock, but after five minutes, my mouth couldn't handle the girth. Spitting on my fingers a couple of times, I lubed up my ass as best I could. Had I anticipated his cock would be this big, I would have brought some lube. Before I slid my ass down on that cock, I took three long hits of poppers. He pulled his cock back through the hole just as I was positioned my ass over it. I grabbed his cock and lined up his cockhead with my ass. He pushed hard and the entire eight inches slid up my hole. I felt his balls smack against my ass. I had to concentrate hard to not scream. He didn't give me any time to adjust to the pain of that huge cock. In and out, he pulled out and slammed in forcefully. This man had stamina. After what must have been 10 minutes of piston fucking my ass, he slammed in hard and held it there for 5 minutes, churning his cock slowly in my ass. Maybe he had cum? Then he started piston fucking me again. This went on for another 10 minutes. My hole was getting dry by this point and the hard fucking started to hurt. Suddenly he pushed in and held his cock deep in my ass. He stood without moving for a few minutes, and then I felt his cock grow in my ass and twitch. I could feel him cumming. He pulled out slowly. I pushed a finger up my ass and felt his huge load. I went into a private booth so I could push out his load. On the first attempt, out squirted a palm full of cum, which I lapped up eagerly. I repeated this two more times, jerking myself off with the final wad of cum from my ass.

I was in London all week on business and decided to stay over Saturday night and, for the first time, to attend Stable. Before the fucking started I saw a cute Asian mare, so when he came out I immediately grabbed him. After eating his young smooth hole for about fifteen minutes I fucked him deep and hard using a condom (as it was described as a "safer sex" party). As this was my first time at this event naturally I followed the safe sex rules, but after fucking for a while and watching the other guys fuck, I eventually realized that probably 2/3 of the guys were fucking bare and the bottoms were all begging for loads. I watched one old skinny guy breed the hot Asian so I decided he should get some real man seed in him so I shot all three of my loads last night up his little smooth hole, for which he thanked me. I also fucked four other guys during the night but each time I was near to unloading I found myself craving the young twink Asian hole, so I would seek him out and unload in him. See you at the party next month, boy.

find u as you were getting off work and corner u in a brick alleyway wearing shorts and a tank. Tell u that u look hot and useful. Shove my arm pit in your face and make u lick it. While i use my other hand to find ur ass. Spin you around and make u eat some brick. Rip the butt of ur pants open as i lean over ur back one arm shivung u into the brick. Breathing in ur ear as i tell u "i have been watching u, i have been wanting ur ass for ever and i just couldnt wait any longer. I know u are a btm slut whore parading around as a top but u need to be fucked and ruined."As my fingers find ur ass and start moving toward ur hole i feel disappointment in not finding it lubed or leaking cum. I tell u this and smack u for it. To prove my point i keep pushing and digging with my finger in ur dry hole as u squirm and whine into the wall. "See this would be much easier if u just kept it lubed" as i keep digging in ur ass. Eventually finding my way in and grabbing any ass juice i can find to pull out to lube up your hole. "Sorry man i dont eat dry hole, only wet sloppy hole, so guess i will have to make u that way" Take my cock from my shorts and place the tip on ur hole as i precum on it. "Now here is the deal, take my whole cock without screaming and i let u go after i finish with u here. Scream and i own ur ass till i decide its no longer worthy" In one swift motion i try to sink my 7x5 cock to the hilt. 5 inches in ur ass lube runs out. U scream in pain. Ur hole goes super tight. I moan in pleasure. I whisper in your ear " Now ur mine and next time i'll have my piercings in." U groan as i try to slide out. U wont let my cock go though so i have to saw ur ass for a moment. Im far too turned on by the ass i have wanted forever and the tightness of the hole and want to last but ur hole is trying to persuade my cock juice out of my balls. Once u let my cock go i pull out and add some spit. Putting it back in ur hole is still tough but ur gasps and cries are keeping me plenty hard. I finally get fully into ur ass. I feel my dick touching ur back wall and ur body shaking from the invasion. Finally i decide that since im taking u home that i should give u the first of many loads. I dont pull out far i wanna poind the wall that gives u pain and makes u squirm. After a few minutes of listening to ur cries i put ny hand over ur mouth and wipe ur tears with my other hand. I dribble the tears on the base of my cock and finally i am ready to seal the deal. I feel it building in my balls. I push into u hard and unload a large loud load into ur ass. "Your cum tunnel is now open for buisness." And there is more where that came from.

I ALWAYS clean off cocks after being bred. Hot story/Sexperience.

CONTINUED . . . (part 2) He fucked me in that same position for about ten minutes, which I don’t mind at all -it is one of my favorite ways to be fucked, but then he withdrew, helped me turn over onto my back, climbed between my legs and eased his cock into my hole as I wrapped my legs around him. “I want to see the look on your face while I fuck you. Okay?” he asked, already working up to another orgasm. “Absolutely. I want to see what you look like while you enjoy my ass,” I grinned. “And when you cum in me, well, that’s the best.” “Oh, fuck, I’m getting close again,” he panted. “Come on, give it to me, fill me up!” I demanded as he slammed down into me over and over again, until he drove in balls deep and locked his eyes with mine. He was breathing hard through his nose like a bull, and a low growl started in his throat that picked up to a full-on growl as he again emptied his balls into my ass. We stayed like that for who knows how long, eyes locked, his cock inside me, draining its precious seed into my body. When our breathing returned to normal, he slipped out of me and lay beside me again. I reached over to the night stand and dug out a small butt plug that I never really used anymore (it really isn't big enough for my liking) and slipped it into my ass. “You still need something in you?” he laughed. “Well, yes and no. But I am going to run downstairs to grab a couple of beers and I didn’t want any of your cum to run out of my ass along the way.” “Fine by me. Your ass felt even hotter that last time after you already had my first load in there. And I will be adding more if you’re up for it.” Fuck he looked so sexy laying in my bed, totally naked, a furry stud body, and his beautiful cock already beginning to stir between his legs. “I told you, anything you can give me,” I replied with sincere smile before disappearing downstairs. I was back in a flash, and then we spent a few minutes drinking beer and talking while his balls restocked their juice. “So, just out of curiosity, how many loads do you plan on giving me tonight?” I finally had to ask. “The most I’ve cum in a day is eight times, of course that was just jerking off, but still. Want to try and break that record?” “Fuck yeah,” I told him, my voice suddenly not as conversational as it had been. A fire had just been lit. “So that’s a lot of fucks. Want to try a different room or position?” “Shower for sure, but not yet. We’ve got lots of sweating to do before we get to that. I saw a big ole dining table downstairs. I’d like to bend you over it and pound you from behind.” I upended my beer and finished it, and then slid off the bed. “Then let's go,” I suggested. We practically raced down to the dining room where he carefully eased the plug out of my ass so I wouldn’t gape open and lose his previous deposits, and slid back into me. He took hold of my hips and just railed me from behind, pounding me into that entire tingly body ecstasy that you rarely get from fucks. It’s often just a lot of frenzy, but this kind of fuck consumes your entire being. I honestly have no idea how long he fucked me like that, but it was longer than the first two fucks tonight. I just stayed bent over the table, actually clawing at it a little from the insane pleasure he was bringing to my ass, and grunting with every intense penetration. Over and over he drove into me, and I eventually noticed his pounds were getting erratic. He was getting close. He slam fucked me as he worked towards his third orgasm. Glancing to my right, I caught a glimpse of the plug he had removed from my ass. It still glistening with his cum. Almost involuntarily I reached over, grabbed it, took it into my mouth and vigorously licked it, savoring the taste of his cum. “Oh, fuck, what are you doing?” he wailed. “You fucking filthy whore!” he roared as he blasted me even more powerfully than he had before, his balls draining again into my hungry hole. His thrusts were so hard and balls-deep, and him calling me a whore, well, it set me off and my dick exploded onto the dining table. My hole was spasming around his throbbing cock as we both sailed through powerful orgasms at basically the same time. He leaned over and rested his chest against my back, both of us breathing hard, and covered in sweat. We stayed like that for a few minutes until we could breath normally, and then he took the plug from me and eased it back into my ass as he slowly eased his dick out. We straightened up and stretched out our limbs, but then he put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed me down to the table. “Lick it up,” he instructed. So I happily licked up my own load, but I let it pool beneath my tongue instead of swallowing right away. I love that feeling as it slides around inside my mouth. He let me back up, and I turned quickly and locked a kiss on him before he could think about what was happening, and released the cum into his mouth as our tongues dueled. I saw his facial expression turn to shock when he realized what I had done, but within seconds he was frantically kissing me back, his tongue invading my mouth and seeking out the cum that I had hidden in there. When our kiss finally broke, we were both panting again, and very happy. He placed his big hand on my shoulder and gently guided me down where his cock was hard and bobbing in front of him. “Lick me clean,” he ordered. So I cleaned his cock of the cum that coated it, from the last load and the two before, all mixed up in my ass. Although there wasn’t a mouthful, I saved it and when he let me up I guess he already expected me to share with him, and pulled me into another toe-curling tongue kiss. Who knew this guy was going to be such a horny and kinky fucker? I thought I’d get another pound or two and he’d be on his way. Instead he’d rimmed my ass, fucked me three times, made me eat my cum and then ate both mine and his. I couldn't help but wonder what else I can get him to do....

Love dark rooms. Never know who is pounding your ass, which is hot. I also love being whored out. Had a guy get me a hotel room and posted the room # online everywhere and made me fuck EVERY guy who showed up. It was intense getting fucked by nasty fuckers I wouldn't have pursued outside of that.

Toys are a great way of testing your limits with respect to length and girth. I would have never found out how to push past the S-curve with out self exploration. That being said, nothing beats the real thing. I love the feeling of having the top control me, using me in a way that bests pleasures his cock.

I can't wait for part 2

Went to BBC again, been going whenever he texts. He had a friend come over, chubby, white, married guy, balding, late 40's I'd say. He was a bit of an ass, but very verbal & a great fuck. I was kept nude all night, they had their way with me off & on for hours. They drank beers & gave me poppers, the married guy kept making me rim his hairy ass, & brought me into the bathroom to piss on me 3 times. He grunted in my ear that I was a dirty fucking cumdump as he bred my ass. I took 5 loads, 2 from married, 3 from BBC, 1 in the mouth, rest were in my ass. Bbc said he was gonna whore me out & have his buddies run a train on my ass, but I don't if that was heat of the moment talk.

Two days later, after more dirty texts than I can remember, Mark was on his way over to my place. It was just going to be me and him. No Danny, in fact I don’t think he even told him what we were doing. I was worried how that would go especially since Danny and I work together but Mark had us kissing and sucking at work so I didn’t spend to much time worrying about it. And then he was here and we were kissing and kissing and kissing. We made it to the bedroom and out of our clothes and I pushed him down on the bed and got between his legs and kissed his biohazard tattoo and then licked his balls slowly as his fingers played with my hair. Then I was sucking his big, fat, cut cock his hand forcing me further down on each stroke. I had to make myself relax my throat and then the head of his cock slid in and my nose was at the base of his cock. He held me there for a minute and then let me suck for a bit before he pulled me up and pushed me back so he could suck me. He licked and sucked my cock and balls, then coming up to kiss me, telling me how right now, right here I was his. I just moaned and let him work his magic. He crawled up and rubbed my cock on his hole slowly putting some pressure on my cock. We locked eyes and he sat down on my cock. Spit and a small amount of lube helped but he was tight and my cock is thick and it was stretching his hole. He reached over and took a hit of poppers and gave me some and after a minute he started riding my cock his ass squeezing me and making my whole body tingle. He rode me for about 10 minutes alternating fast and slow strokes then pulled off of me and flipped me over and started to eat my ass. He spread my cheeks and buried his tongue into my hole. He would lick down my balls and suck my cock into his mouth as he fingered my hole working me open and getting me ready for his super sized cock. He fed me more poppers and then all at once in one long quick stroke he was buried all the way in me and he started fucking me right away. It fucking hurt and took my breath away but then it was amazing. He was taking what he needed. Using me as a hole for his poz cock, relentlessly pounding into me. Telling me how he was going to bred my neg ass with his poz load and then he would own me forever. How he knew he was going to poz me up, that we would be connected forever. Then he would slow down and pull all the way out and tease my hole with that big cock head of his only to slam back into me when I wasn’t expecting it. He was owning my ass and I was loving it. I don’t know how long he fucked me but part of me was begging him to stop and the other part—the more vocal part—was encouraging him to use me and breed my neg hole. That I knew he loved cheating on Danny and fucking giving me something that he had only been giving him for years. That got him pounding even hard and suddenly he buried himself balls deep and I could feel his cock throb as he unloaded into me and then he was slow fucking me, pushing his load deeper into me. My load that had been leaking out of my cock was all over the sheets and I reached down and got some and fed it to him. He pulled out and we kissed and after we caught our breath he told me that he really had not cheated in the time he and Danny had been together. That the 3ways we did had opened up Danny’s opinion on sex with others and that is why he had us fool around at work. That and it turned him on. I asked if he was going to tell him about today and he said he wasn’t sure but that he didn’t have to be home for several hours and he wanted to swap some more loads. We spent the next few hours talking about fantasies, what each others go to jack off scenario is etc. He told me he had a huge medical fetish and he loved fucking guys in scrubs. He told me his first HIV doctor had been an older guy who got very detailed in his past sexual history and did a very thorough assessment and that he had gotten a hard on but since he likes to show off he wasn’t worried about it. The doctor said he needed a sperm sample and was jacking Mark off when Mark realized the doctor was hard too and rubbed his hand against it. They ended up sucking each other that first time but eventually they fucked too. All this had both of us boned up again and we took turns fucking each other and telling more stories of things we had done and wanted to do. By the time Mark had to leave he had deposited 3 poz loads into me. I was so exhausted but my whole body was alive with the sensations of what we had just done. Cheated, taken poz loads and not just one but 3 over several hours. Was it wrong? Probably. Did we care right then? Nope, not at all. He texted me later saying he enjoyed it and he wanted to tell Danny but was nervous. I told him that sex is not the same as love. He loves Danny but I am just sex and sex is fun. He did end up telling Danny not that day but later and it all worked out. We still see each other mostly together, occasionally alone. Danny has really gotten into watching Mark and I together. He sits back stroking and telling us what he wants us to do, what he needs to see to get off. More stories for another time.

eianathens-good advice! Especially the "if you need drugs to do it, you're not ready to do it."

Ok just got back from the adult video where not only did I suck a nice long thick cock but I breed this cute chubb hell I'm getting hard just from remembering it

The Canary "Pain is weakness leaving the body," Marine Motto "Did y'all drink all the milk," Leah called out in the hallway from the kitchen. She heard a 'Yeah' from his room. "That just ain't right, JT. Now how my supposed to have my morning tea?" JT didn't answer so Leah walk down to his door. "You up?" "No," said JT, muffled under the covers. "Well, you best get up or you'll be missing speech. And Miss Marshall don't like when you miss even one of her classes." "Then she's gonna have to come on over here if'n she wants to see me. I feel poorly." Leah opened his door and stood next to his bed, him hiding under covers. He peeked out to see her standing there, hand on hip, empty tea cup dangling from her finger. "Whew," she whistled. "What cat dragged you in?" "I don't rightly recall." "What'd ya mean, you can't recall? "What I said. I remember meeting someone and I had a drink, and then I don't remember. He must of put something in it, cause next thing I remember was being home in bed with my clothes on." "When? Saturday?" "Must of been Sunday." "You mean you went out Friday and don't remember anything till Sunday. Jesus Christ Almighty, JT. You were out of it for two whole days and can't remember a thing? Or you don't wanna admit to remembering a thing?" "Leah, lay off. I feel I got cramps and fever." She felt his forehead. "Well, you're sweatin' like a whore in church. I'll get you some Motrin." He looked up at her with sad puppy eyes. "What? Stop that. If you're feeling bad you probably did something you should feel bad about." She saw a stash of crumpled up money lying on his dresser. She counted it. "What in Sam Hill? You got two hundred and fifty bucks. How'd you come up with two hundred fifty dollars sitting on your dresser? I thought you were broke." "Uh, that's part of what I can't remember. I woke up in my clothes and saw the money and can't remember where it came from." "Jeremiah Tiberius Reynolds, you know you don't ever need be ashamed of telling me anything. You know I wouldn't tell your momma or you daddy. But you be honest with me, hear?" "I'd tell you, but I swear to the Almighty, Leah, I can't remember a thing after that drink on Friday night." Her spider eyelashes blinked as she looked him over. "Well, you look sicker than a dog. I'll tell the Academy when I get there. Lemme fetch you the Motrin and you sleep." "Thanks Leah. I promise to go out and get milk when I get up. I wish I knew where that money came from. Maybe it'll come back to me." Leah brought him back the pills and some water, kissed his forehead, and let him be. He heard the front door lock. He recalled full well where he'd spent the last two days and nights, although at the end, Saturday night, when he passed out after an hour of getting balls and dick electrocuted, the last six words he recalled, and there were only six while strapped to the bed, were Vinnie's. Each shock accompanied a word: Muscles, Are, Required, Intelligence, Not, Essential. MARINE. Vinnie ingrained it into him at every opportunity, and used it to signal that he was about to let loose pure hell, no holds barred, on whatever punishment he was inflicting on Jeremy. Jeremy kept waiting for the time when he and Vinnie would hold each other's balls and squeeze till one or both of them came. He kept waiting for Vinnie to say, Look at my dick, look at my dick, and then it would be over and Vinnie would collapse, like he did in his videos, and there'd be a manly hug and it would be done. But it never came. All Vinnie did was abuse him the whole time. Yeah, at the beginning he made him feel things he never did, and it was crazy, but he was so out of it because of the slam. By the time Saturday morning came around, things started to make sense, but then he saw Vinnie shoot up and his real suffering began. He was gagged so he couldn't tell him to stop, only yell while getting kicked in the balls when he couldn't take any more. Or when he actually got a screwdriver stuck down his shaft and electrocuted, it went on for so long he lay at the end just twitching with every round of electricity. Vinnie got frustrated and slammed him again, and ramped up the abuse a hundred million times. His tits were electrified, pins stuck in them. He got a mask put on him and a vice put on his balls and felt them get crushed, but because he couldn't see what was happening, all he felt was pain. There was no fun in just pain. Vinnie laid him back, gentle like, and Jeremy thought he was going to be nice to him. Vinnie put a gas mask over his head filled with popper smell and was starting to get into it because of the aroma and Vinnie playing with his cock. But then he felt a needle go through the skin between his balls and his shaft. It wasn't a point for slamming. It was just the needle part. He screamed into his gag and inside the gas mask, but that didn't do nothing. Another needle when in right above that, and on and on until Vinnie had put in a stack of needles that reached up to the head. Jeremy thought that'd be the end of it. But after a long wait he heard Vinnie unwrapped another set of needles. He said in a different tone of voice, one lacking any emotion like the first night, one that sounded cold and clinical, "Muscles," and another needle went right through his dick head. It hurt more than anything he'd ever felt, a feeling so intense things went dark for a moment. Vinnie waited for Jeremy to get back to full consciousness. "You back with me, cowboy? Camera's are rolling. We don't like dead air. Where were we? Right. Are," and a second needle perpendicular to the first, punctured through his urethra, out the top of his glans. Jeremy screamed, then made rapid pleas through his gag. He didn't have to pay him, just stop. He wouldn't tell nobody, just let him go. "Required," Vinnie replied. A third needle when in his pee slit and out the right side of his glans. "Just three more to go, partner. I'm sure you heard of Jacob's Ladder in Bible class. I did in catachism Well, this is my take. Intelligence," and with that Vinnie shoved another needle in Jeremy's pee slit emerging out the left side of the glans. Jeremy repeated 'please, please no,' which fell on deaf ears. "Not a ladder going to heaven, no," Vinnie stroked all the needles that ran up Jeremy's shaft, "but one going down to hell. This one's going to smart, sport. Take a big hit. Not!" and Vinnie punctured Jeremy's left testicle straight in with the needle going all the way into the core. Jeremy thrashed in his chains, trying to push himself off the bed. He pounded his fists against the bed, grabbed at Jeremy. "Essential," and the last needle punctured his other testicle. Jeremy tried to hold it in, but Vinnie pulled out the needle apologizing. "Sorry, partner, missed the center target. Once more, Essential!" Jeremy shrieked straight for one minute until the acute unimaginable pain subsided to only to an intense painful throb. His whole member was a constellation of wounds each one individual, taken together excruciating. Vinnie kept playing with Jeremy's cock and the needles gouging him. Jeremy felt the familiar alligator clamps that had shocked his nipples and earlier when the screwdriver was in his cock in the wee hours of the first night. Those early e-stims, Vinnie called them, those were a "three-piece warm-up band, JT. Now get ready for an opera." It agonized him, Vinnie hooking up the electrodes to the needles in his cockhead and shaft, but when he place the clamps on his testicles every movement made adjusting them tore through the center of the internal flesh of each ball. "Done in a second. You just hang in there, partner." Jeremy whimpered but endured the pain. There wasn't much else he could to. "Now I remember you don't like having your butt played with and I can't blame you. I'm the same way. And believe me I don't derive any pleasure in this but what's an opera without base notes." He felt Vinnie pushing a lubed object the size of a quail's egg up his butthole. It slid passed his sphincter and land next to his prostate. "Hope that wasn't too personal, but I think we're pretty much beyond that. Okay, orchestra tuning up." Electrodes randomly zapped each part of his cock and ass and jolted him in every direction at once. Then quit. At first he only felt, or not even felt, thought, yeah, thought about a pulse in his prostate. There was something definitely there as least he thought so. But then he definitely felt a ticking, annoying at first but becoming stinging. Then the sting transferred to his glans then moved first up then down the ladder of needles to his balls. At his balls, the stinging became a jolt, a large jolt in the left, then an even larger zap in the right, then both, then repeated—left, right, together, left right, together—each time increasing in amplitude. As it crecendoed to an intensity that made him dance to an unheard tune, just as suddenly it quit. "Pretty impressive, right?" Vinnie started the pattern again, this team in a higher key. Allegro—sharper, faster, more emphatic. "So weird huh? Where'd I learn to be this musical? Asbury Park high school marching band? Oh, no, no, no. What are you, crazy? Paris? Vienna? Try Nicaragua, Jeremy. Didn't know the Nicaraguan's had a taste for the classics? Well, not the pomp of the oompah marching band played for the generals standing on balconies. No, basements with captains and lieutenant-colonels supervising sadistic soldiers that I received training first hand. Ah, those classic strums on the guitar, beautiful serenades I heard out the window, covering my shrieks inside the chamber. Chamber music," he laughed. To Vinnie, Jeremy's background screams were of a pattern, but you had to listen closely. He'd start with a flare of intense voltage deep in his rectum, then traded up to a quick succession of yelps as the head of his penis erupted in head-thrashing, teeth-gritting anguish. The pain, like a xylophone running up and down his shaft, was a favorite of Vinnie's. He'd often come back to it like a chorus or a refrain. His main melody, though, remained in the balls. The agonizing sound produced by the balls he perfected and was closest to, partially through trial and error, but principally through personal experience. Vinnie made a few adjustments since he hadn't heard Jeremy singing for a minute or two. "Since I was caught up trading arms—we sold to those in power and those wanting power because that's what we do—as a prisoner my country had no need or any more knowledge of me. I was on my own. I have to tell you, Jeremy—" Jeremy bellowed out a torturous screech, "Oh! Fuck yes, that's it! You get it now! Jeremy, I have to tell you when it's every man man for himself and you're the only man, you are fucked! I know you feel me. And those crank electrical generators that they show in movies, they get the job done. I would have like to share it with you, but they are hard to get a hold of. I've tried, believe me. The basic set up attached to a man's balls unlocks the keys within a few days. Cause there's no scars or damage, you can start again from scratch. Then another few days after you've sung, for your captives to be sure there wasn't any lying. Then a few more days just for hell of it. Since our government has a policy of not paying ransoms—which was the point for the Iran-Contra controversy, Jeremy—go think of that irony." Playing with dials and switches, Vinnie got Jeremy singing a beautiful series of rhythmic screams. His songs literally were music to Vinnie's ears. Vinnie had sung them, why not the boys that came to him too. They would share the splendor, justify why'd you'd say anything to make it stop. Something with a samba beat? Vinnie made a few changes to the syncopation and undulating amplitudes, voltage would generate on one set of cycles, while another pattern altogether at odds with the first would, eventually, pair up. What was singularly bearable—more teeth-gritting stuff—when the two electrical patterns merged, physically, and—because you could predict it coming a mile down the road—psychically, it paired up unendurable torment opening those teeth to a sustain hollering. If the tormentors were truly good at the job (and Vinnie learned expertly from his), well, a sustained, especially piercing one note of agony could indefinitely be strung out. Or until the singer passed out. Or died. It happened. Usually this was set in the minor key of "no-no-no" for the performer was aware of the terrible logic of the song. Jeremy was at this stage. Vinnie listened enrapt. Jeremy's cries, then screams, when he saw what was about to happen, were pitch perfect. The boy wasn't dumb as he looked. (Although Vinnie noted he looked pretty darn good. He stuck his middle finger in the boy's butt to fine-tuned the plug to ensure it was aligned with the prostate and got a zap for his trouble.) "Okay, choir boy. Ready for the finale? Time to make you a soprano. Time for the fat lady to sing." Jeremy adamantly shook his head. He wasn't going to be able to live through this. "Muscles Are Required," Vinnie said turning the dial to the top until Jeremy yelled his guts out. "And who takes you in, Jeremy, after you've given your all for your country? Well, who would that be, Jeremy, question mark?" He gave a game show buzz sound and accompanied it by a shot up the dial to 10. "Incorrect. The correct answer is Cuba!" Vinnie brought the dial back to 6. "And who do you get turned over to once you've sung any other songs with a Latin beat you might have in you? No, wrong again!" Vinnie dialed up to 10 a second time, and left it there watching Jeremy flop like a pinned frog on his soft leopard-spotted bed, before bringing it down and leaving it at an intense 7. In a game show voice he replied to himself, "The answer is The Kremlin—who knows, as a special operative, you must have one or two last songs to sing to be valuable enough to finally get traded back to the U.S. of A.—and as a canary you'd do anything to survive the wires connected to your balls." Vinnie turned up to 10 and left it there, monoguing something terrible over Jeremy's horse, rasping shrieks. "A dishonorably discharged, Jeremy, for what it was all worth, at an Oakland loading dock. No marching bands, no crowds, just a few dock workers and a familiar Russian junky who just so happened I'd share a cell with. A plant you might ask? Probably, Jeremy, but one who might could put you to work in a bar in San Francisco. Maybe set you up with your own business. 'No scruples, but many rubles,' Mr. X, the only one there to greet me, certainly was lyrical. He was poetry in a perverted soul, had and still has many connections. You could make good life here, he told me when he drove me into the city. A sleazy one, but do you care at this point? Screw the world like it screws you. The boy was unresponsive. He switched off the tens unit and began putting away his toys. "Intelligence." Boys willingly sign on dotted line in my country for less. Boys in the slums fist themselves, take rape of old men, take shit for eating, take American baseball bats up themselves for food, for American men to download for enjoyment. Everyone goes home winner. "Not." That's four sessions back to back. Two with masks. Two face uncovered. That's two-fifty in one weekend. More than he got in a month wired from back home. On the walk back to his apartment he figured out what four weekends like that would get him. "Essential." And that wasn't even the private one-timers who paid a lot, lot more, Vinnie promised. Maybe five hundred for one night, depending on what he would be willing to do. He had his email and would be in touch. He'd keep the headshot, if JT didn't mind.

It had been a couple of days since I had had dick, and I really needed some, so I stopped into Peepland. There were only two cars in the parking lot, but I thought 'Oh, well, I'm here, I'll check it out'. Sure enough, the red indicator lights indicated only two booths were in use. I tried the first door. Locked. I tried the second door. Unlocked. So I stepped inside where I found an average looking guy, mid 50's, wearing a Heating/Air Conditioning company's uniform, his pants open, stroking his five inch cut cock, watching straight porn. I locked the door, assumed the position between his legs and wrapped my lips around his cock. He was somewhat hard, but very quickly hardened even more so as I pleasured him. He was clearly a quick draw as, within only one to two minutes of my having gone down on him, he silently shot his load into my mouth. And in typical straight guy fashion, he quickly zipped-up and left the booth. I wiped my mouth, pulled myself up and stayed in the booth, watching the straight porn until his money ran out on the machine. Then I went back out into the hallway. Only one indicator light was still illuminated, and the door to the corresponding booth was still locked. After hanging around for ten minutes to see if anything turned-up, I decided to leave. Peepland was clearly dead, at least for the time being. Driving a mile down the road I approached A-Action ABS, another bookstore. It is one of the more sleazier outfits in Las Vegas, but normally has some good action all day long. I pulled into the parking lot behind the store only to think 'Shit! There's only one car here!'. Still, I was there, and while it didn't look very promising, I decided to check it out, if only because I had always found the staff at the place to be very pleasant. Paying the entrance fee of $7.00, I entered the store, taking a peek into the theater. It was empty. 'Shit!', I thought, 'Looks like I've just wasted $7'. Still, I stepped out of the theater and wandered down the arcade hallway. The video booths half half doors, so it was obvious all were empty, or so I thought until I got to the last booth on the right where I found a guy sitting on the bench, jacking himself. I entered the adjoining booth and peeked through the large glory hole between the booths. He looked like an aging hippie, about sixty, his long gray hair pulled back into a pony tail. Still he was nice looking, and more importantly, his thick cock was about seven inches, and stood proudly as he stroked away. Dropping to my knees at the glory hole, I signaled with finger tap to the partition wall. Seeing me, he stood and slid his thick cock through the hole. I went down on him, taking great pleasure in servicing his tool, which, I might add, felt great in my mouth. Within a couple of minutes he withdrew his cock from my mouth, stepped out of his booth, opened the door to mine, and without a word, Aging Hippie took a seat on the folding chair in my booth. I resumed sucking him, and as I did so, I heard the door chime at the entrance to the store, soon seeing denim clad legs under the half door. The door opened a bit and I a man peeking in on us, so I gestured for him to join us. The new guy looked to be in his early 30's, and struck me as a 'Skater Dude', which is to say he was very, very good looking with an amazing body. Skater Dude entered the booth, unzipped, pulling out a nice looking seven inch, thick, cut cock. I switched from the Aging Hippie to Skater Dude, and sucked, making it a point, however, to switch back and forth between the two beautiful cocks. Aging Hippie and Skate Dude were obviously turned on as they began to kiss, as I continued to service both dicks. As I did so, again I heard the door chime, and again I saw legs outside the half door. The new guy had his cock out and Skater Dude reached under the half door and stroked his six inch beer can dick. Beer Can Dick then opened the door, squeezing himself into the crowded booth. Skater Dude bent over to suck on Beer Can dude, but as it was a very awkward position he soon abandoned the attempt and straightened up so I resumed sucking him. Aging Hippie meanwhile, apparently decided he wanted to do some sucking, so he kind of pushed me out of the way and took Skater Dude's cock into his mouth, leaving me stuck in the corner without any dick available, so I struggled to to my feet and squeezed my way towards the door, feeling like I needed to get some air. Just as I approached the doorway I heard Skater Dude ask Aging Hippie "Can I fuck you?" Aging Hippie, however, replied "Nope, I don't fuck." "You can fuck me," I immediately offered. Skater Dude's face lit up as, without a pause he replied "Great! Show me your ass." I undid my pants, pulled them down, turned and put my ass on display, repeatedly lubing my hole with spit. "Slide your chair over so I can get to his ass," Skater Dude told Aging Hippie, who complied. At that point Beer Can guy stepped out of the booth, and stood in the doorway, the door fully open, stroking himself as he watched the events unfold. Skater Dude took a hit of poppers, and I also retrieved my poppers from my pocket and took a hit. We both wanted to get the most out of this. I bent over, Skater Dude moved behind me and without any fanfare slid his cock into my hole. I anchored myself by means of grabbing the back of Aging Hippie's chair and by grabbing the glory hole, whereupon Skater Dude began to fuck me hard, going balls deep into my ass. To my right and left I could see both Beer Can guy and Aging Hippie as each guy stroked, watching us fuck. Skater Dude's rock hard cock felt fantastic as he pounded my hole, and apparently Beer Can guy really enjoyed watching 'cause he quickly blew his load, in fact blowing his seed on Skater Dude's leg. That seemed to trigger Aging Hippie as he also came, his jizz is dripping down my leg. I stroked my own cock, and as I approached climax moaned "Aaaahhhhhh," shooting my load on the floor below me. As my body convulsed in orgasm, my ass squeezed Skater Dude's cock. He also moaned, and I could distinctly feel his cock throb inside my ass as he filled my guts with his seed. Afterwards he withdrew and I turned around, took his cock into my mouth and cleaned him up. Then we all cleaned up as best we could, dressed and exited the booth. As Skater Dude and I walked towards the store exit, Skater Dude turned to the clerk at the counter and dryly remarked "Clean-up in booth seven." All three of us had a good laugh. "I figured I was going to have a mess in there. Have a good one, guys," the clerk replied as he stepped out from behind the counter and headed back to towards the booths. With that we exited the store. "Thanks for the fuck," Skater Dude remarked as he unlocked and climbed into his beat up Volkswagen, which was parked next to mine. Then we went our separate ways. I should add I'll now be able to get some productive things done today - now that I've gotten off and have a nice load in my ass.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this..." Of course, the cute Counselor didn't have to tell me anything. A few weeks earlier at a Circuit Party I felt the heat of that LOAD. It was special. I wasn't so much a "Bug Chaser" as a "Bug Enabler." I love getting fucked by folks—black or white, young or old, gay or straight—WHOMEVER! And the big-dicked Puerto Rican who ravaged me with his Prince Albert was definitely worth enabling! He looked into my eyes, and I knew he was giving me a Fuck to Die For. Back to the cute Counselor—he was 30ish, blonde, blue-eyed, very studious, with his glasses, suit and tie, about 5'6". He also had a Bubble Butt to die for. "I hate to tell you this, but something terrible has happened." I nodded. Not a big surprise. "If you need counseling..." I licked my lips and stared at his swollen pecs. Thank God he hadn't worn a Tee. His meaty titties clung to his cotton shirt. "Don't worry, all my friends are POZ. Isn't that the in-thing now?" "Mr. Johnson...this is serious...." "I know it is.” Contemptuously: “I don't have to worry about safe sex now. I think I'll head home and toss out all my Condoms." He shook his head in disbelief, appearing at a loss for words. My friends reacted diversely—some pleased, some melancholy. Pleased—because now they got to tag me raw. Melancholy—because they'd seduced me into barebacking, and now I had to pay the Piper. So Friday night I invited them over for a "Conversion Celebration." It started at my place and ended at the Baths, where, to my delight, I found the guy who'd POZZED me—cruising. Initially I didn't tell Armando he was the one; I thought I'd save that for another night when we could be more intimate. And never one to hold a grudge (on the contrary I was in awe of his virility) I asked him to join our merry pack. Armando turned out to be a trip. I watched as he seduced a college jock. He stroked the athlete's abs, licked his tits, and whispered sweet Puerto Rican nothings in his ear. Since all of us were sex-obsessed, the Fuck quickly turned into a Gangbang. The Bottom hadn't yet cum my way, when I spied a hunk I absolutely had to have. That flawless Ass! The Short Blonde Sweetness dropped his towel and minced into the Steam Room. I knew in my heart the Dude was mine to POZ. I used to be a Bottom Boy, but all that changed with HIV. I sat down beside him, his delicate features obscured by billowy clouds of steam. We were alone, concealed behind a thick glass door and foggy atmosphere. I teased his Cock then flipped him over on his belly and slid my oozing Member up his Crack. "I have a Condom," the nervous Sweetness chirped, the tremor in his voice betraying his anxiety. I snickered and shoved it in—no Lube but for the heavy moisture-laden air. I wanted Blondie cognizant of my Sick Seed assailing his Ass Walls. I wanted him to weep the tears that dance so seductively upon the cheeks of those just bred. He hollered at me to get off; but we were alone, ringing wet, in the super-heated atmosphere, which muffled his tirade. He made like he was gonna fight me off, while I licked his ears and bit his neck. His soft four inches mushroomed to a turgid Seven, despite his hollow protestations. He pushed back on my Viral Stick, moaning, whimpering, ashamed of his hypocrisy—of so blatantly violating the principles by which he earned his livelihood. He had it cuming. He needed guys like me to stay in business. I plowed his Ass as roughly as I could, in hope of bettering the odds; and when I shot, it was the most fulfilling sensation I'd ever known—to foredoom this truly deserving Fag to an eternity of doctors, tests, and pills. The heavy glass door scraped and groaned as Armando magically appeared. We mouthed a long, deep lingering kiss and I spread my demoralized Victim 's lily-white Ass Cheeks in gratitude. Sweetness just shivered, squirmed and purred as Armando’s Prince Albert abraded his Mancunt. The Puerto Rican pulled out long enough for me to flip him over. Our eyes locked, and the Bottom winced as if confronting his worst enemy. "Mr. Counselor! " I admonished the social worker, as Armando redoubled his detrition. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but all my friends are POZ."

After that time at work Danny and I didn’t work the same shift for a few days. The three of us would talk on the phone or text but we didn’t get a chance to get together. They both told me that after the 3way with me that the sex between them had intensified and that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. We all three wanted a repeat though and had agreed to meet up that weekend. In the mean time we would video chat and jack off for each other and once they set it up so that I could watch them fuck. Hearing them both say how they wanted my ass loaded up with Mark’s poz cock and cum kept me rock hard no matter how much I jacked off. I was barely in the door at their place that weekend when Mark had me pressed against the door kissing me like he meant business. Danny was on the couch watching us kiss, grope and grind against each other and when I looked over at him rubbing his crotch I just smiled. Soon we headed to their bedroom and Danny and I dropped to our knees and both worked over Mark’s big, fat cock. Each licking up a side and kissing over that fat head of his cock. We did this until Mark said he needed to fuck some hole. Danny and I both got on our hands and knees next to each other as Mark started licking and tonguing both of our holes. He was licking one and fingering the other getting us both ready for his big cock. I felt him stand and saw him line his cock up with his boyfriend’s hole. I turned my head and kissed Danny as Mark slid into him and started fucking him. I continued kissing Danny and soon felt Mark push the head of his cock into me. Fucking his boyfriend had gotten him warmed up and he was ready to fuck and he rammed into me with one deep thrust. My ass gripped his cock and I gasped as he started a rhythm of deep thrusts with his hips slapping my ass on each stroke. It was almost too much and my vision got blurry for a second but soon I was relaxing and accepting the pounding he was giving me. Mark alternated fucking each of us. Giving each of us several strokes and then pulling out and sinking into the other. The harder he used our holes the dirtier the poz talk got. He was saying how he loved that the both of us wanted his poz cock and how he loved breeding neg hole and how he hoped his poz load would convert me. How he wanted to own that part of me forever. All the while his thrusts got harder and his hands were pulling my hips back onto his cock forcing him deeper into me. I was begging for his load saying I would do anything but I needed that poz load, I needed him to convert me while Danny was urging him to load my neg hole up. Soon I felt him tense as his cock throbbed in my hole and I felt his load shooting deep into me. I leaned over and kissed Danny as Mark slowed his fucking and finally pulled out. He told Danny he wanted to watch him fuck his load into me and push his poz load deeper into me. Danny’s cock is longer but not as thick so the sensation was amazing. My whole body was tingling and Danny just started pounding away and soon gave me his load too. When Danny pulled out Mark pulled him into a kiss and pointed to his ass and raised his eyebrows asking if I wanted his boyfriends’ ass. I lined up sank in balls deep fucking my coworker quick and hard until I was depositing my load into him. When Danny got up to shower Mark and I kissed and touched and as I rubbed his biohazard tattoo he told me he wanted some time with me all to himself soon. That he wanted to learn every inch of my body and he wanted to swap as many loads with me as we could manage. He said that he could be rougher with me than he could with Danny and that he really liked that. We agreed to make that happen soon and then got up and headed into the shower with Danny.

I walk steve back to his hut and make him text jeff that he will have to be at my house tonight. I also take his stool and set it behind the gaurd house to make him have to kneel for the rest of his shift. As i expect i get a call from jeff as i am getting back in my truck. "Hey jeff...yeah man, i was showing him my new toy and he was having problems obeying and remembering his place...i know hes ur only boy...jeff, steve is mine tonight or u will be moving out of Iron Gate Farms. I thought u would see it my way. Now he has been fucking without your permission so i expect u to punish him when he gets home and have him to my house in uniform at 7. Johnny and his boys should be getting in town about then...Yes i remember how they ripped poor jacobs hole. He still is the best screamer. Steve will be fine, my new boy will be the focus." You are terrified trying to process all of this. What the fuck is all of this. You are trying to rack ur brain to think if u know where this neighborhood is. At the same time ur ass is slowly leaking a steady line of fluid from ur ass. It feels warm and cold, dirty, yet exciting. Your mind is processing the fact that u have had 3 large loads pumped into ur almost virgin ass in the last few hours and suddenly had a sick urge for more. But thats not u. U want freedom. U want ur life back. But somewhere in the back of ur mind there is a security u feel in being locked up and scared. Finally we pull into a drive and stop. I reach back and pull ur blindfold off just in time for u to see the garage door coming down. "One more shot before we go into the house. I dont need u freaking out in there." I pour one more shot of pure hrain alcohol in ur gag and watch u choke it down. Then i pop rhe hatch and remove ur locks to get u out of the sling. I dump u out into the back of the truck onto ur knees. "Now ur pathetic hole has leaked on my all weather mat. Clean that up with ur tounge and then u may come in the house." As i am saying this the door to the house opens and out walks a guy. He looks to be about 5'4", high and tight blonde hair cut, well built guy, looks like a former gymnast that doesn't get to work out as much as he used to. He is wearing wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, a collar, and what looks like a metal cage over his cock. "Blake meet ur new brother. He is to clean the mess he left in the truck and then come inside. If he resits or tries to run, hurt him. And he may need to be walked. I need a piss and then put my rings in. I may shower too." Instinctively blake goes to his knees and fishes my cock out and lays it on his tounge. I then start to let loose a stream of my piss as he then engulfs the head of my cock so he can swallow every drop. Its a huge piss and i see blakes eyes start to water as he needs to breathe but i know he won't stop swallowing or breath till i let him. Lucky for him the tears start to get me hard so my stream slows. I let the last little bit flow into his mouth in squirts and let him go. He gasps for air and bends over. I reach down and mess his hair. "Good boy, now help ur brother, and make sure the first belch is a sealed one with ur new brother." Blake stands and moves to u where u are still watching in shock, fear, and excitment. He reaches for ur head and kisses u deep. U can taste my piss on his tounge and it disgusts u but blake is strong. And then he belches right into ur mouth. U are totally disgusted. Any excitment or thrill u were having is gone. Blake still attached to your face reaches behind and puts on of his thick little rough fingers in ur hole, before.u can help it u gasp, sucking in all of that warm piss breath and then moan at the pleasure of feeling used. Once i am gone he puts u to task licking up the cum and blood off the mat. You plead with him. Hoping he is nicer and understands ur predicament, but he just directs u what to do and wear to lick by pointing his finger in ur ass as he tells and repeats to you wear to lick. Finally he then walks u into the house.

That's hot. I love it when a random top slides his dick in me bare without asking if I want a condom, and then just assumes I'll take his load.

Pennsylvania Hotel, great central location (34th street, 7th Ave, right smack between chelsea and hell's kitchen, about 1000 rooms so it's pretty much open to the public, often great deals on Expedia. Not fancy, kinda shabby. Mostly tourists. leave door open and put an add on bbrts for quick connect, and wait. also near some of the sex clubs.

I went over to the house of my co-worker Danny. He had invited me to watch a show that we both enjoy. Almost as soon as I got there Danny, his boyfriend Mark, and I started drinking and laughing. We watched the show then headed out back to their hot tub. The three of us stripped down and got into the water, and not surprisingly our conversation quickly turned to sex and things we had done, wanted to do, would never do etc. Danny and Mark have been together for several years and have always been monogamous but had recently talked about opening things up but so far had not. Danny got up to get us some more drinks and Mark slid closer to me, quietly saying "Danny has a bad jealousy streak and that’s why we haven't had a three way, but we both like you, so are you interested?" Before I could formulate a reply he leaned in and kissed me for a minute then slid back over as Danny came back out with more drinks. A few more drinks and a few more stories and then Mark said he needed to cool off for a minute and sat on the side of the hot tub. His semi hard cock and balls suddenly at eye level which was very hot. But what was hotter was that he was shaved smooth and the bio-hazard tattoo he had above his cock and a bit over to the left. I slid closer and leaned in and rubbed the tattoo asking "How long have you been poz?" "About 21 years," he casually replied. As I rubbed the tattoo he flexed his cock which made it jerk in front of me. He stroked it a few times as I looked back at my co-worker Danny, lust very evident in his expression. Danny then moved over and joined us, stroking Mark's cock to full erection as we kissed. "Are you okay with playing with Mark, given he's poz?" Danny asked. "Absolutely," I replied. With that Danny pushed my head down onto Mark's cock, which, while it hadn't grown much longer, was damn thick. Danny and I took turns sucking Mark and then Danny said he wanted to suck us both so I stood up and he was like a kid in a candy store with 2 cocks to play with. He was going back and forth licking and sucking us as we kissed and told him how good he was doing. We dried off and went inside. Mark got on the bed and I crawled between his legs and sucked his thick, fat, poz cock some more. That bio-hazard tat right there making me crazy for that cock. Danny was behind me rimming my hole and sucking my cock. I was so focused on that poz cock I didn’t realize Danny had stopped until I felt the head of his cock pushing in my hole. He kept up steady pressure and sank all the way in and started fucking deep and hard. Mark got on his knees still feeding me his cock and leaned over me to kiss his boyfriend. Danny’s cock was average thickness but pretty fucking long and was hitting all the good spots inside me. He pulled out saying he didn’t want to cum yet and that he wanted to see Mark fuck me. Mark quickly got behind me and before I knew it he was forcing that thick, fat, poz cock into me. The whole scene was hot but knowing I had a bare poz cock fucking my hole while his boyfriend, my coworker, watched was a huge turn on. Danny crawled underneath me and we got into a 69 while Mark continued to use my ass. Danny could watch, close up, as his boyfriend fucked me and he would say things like “fuck him baby”, and “it’s so hot watching you take that poz cock.” They really got into poz talk while we were fucking and it was turning me on more and more. Mark would pull all the way out of me and slide his cock into Danny’s mouth and then back balls deep into me. Mark kept telling me to “take his poz cock” and that he was “going to breed my neg hole with his poz cum” all while fucking me harder and harder. Soon I was desperate for their loads and sucked Danny harder and soon had his cock shooting in my mouth and then he watched as his boyfriend pounded his poz load into my ass. I could feel his thick cock jerking deep inside as he unloaded that poz load into me. As we untangled they kissed as I licked Mark’s cock clean and I heard Mark ask Danny if he had enjoyed the experience, adding "I found it really hot watching you poz him up.” Fuck yeah, I could not agree more. We have played many times since that first time and we have all fucked each other but no matter what we do Mark always makes sure to shoot his poz load into me. In addition, Mark's bio-hazard tattoo is still a major turn on for me, and Danny and I have also become closer at work. More stories for another time if you want them.

gifted my seed to a hot little chaser last night. coming back for more tonight. looking to convert and willing to help! hail brothers!!!

I have done this and would do it again. For me it's about letting someone control who uses me. My Sir has taken me to bathhouses and bookstores and made me take anyone he wanted. It's not always about setting up big gang bangs. Having your ass traded for a few bucks, drugs, anything really feels amazing. Knowing that your pimp or sir sold your ass to a random dude off the street. Knowing that you will do anything to make your pimp or Sir happy. Couple times I have had my assed used and bred by really disgusting guys just because my Sir thought it would be funny. And I'm glad I did because it made him laugh and be happy I will continue to service cock in any way I'm told as long as someone wants me to. No questions asked.

Load update 17 so far in 2017. Took 14 on Sunday - got bred in the bathroom at the bar and then at a resort afterwards. All kinds of cocks - fat ones, thin ones, cut and uncut - daddies, nerds, latin, older, younger, muscle studs... heading out to the bookstore for some more today....

3. Seth If I thought Thursday had dragged by slowly, Friday was positively glacial by comparison. My lab section seemed years long. Lunch was a century, and my afternoon study group was a millenium. Even though I had fucked Mick earlier in the day, I was still uncontrollably horny. It took all the self-restraint I could muster to not disappear into one of the cruisy restrooms in the library and get off. Finally, endlessly, all of my obligations were over. I raced back to the dorm, cleaned up and showered, and put a few things into a backpack. All I bothered with was the bottle of pills, a toothbrush, and two pairs each of socks, underwear, and t-shirts. From my texts with Jon, I knew I wasn't going to need a lot of clothing for the weekend. I pulled on a jockstrap and a pair of shorts, found a t-shirt, and headed out the door. It was exactly 4:30. As I began the walk to the engineering campus, Jon texted me. "On your way?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. It was a short walk across the quad. Jon's office was in the new computer science building. I hadn't had any need to go there before. I was confused by the unfamiliar layout. But, I re-gained my bearings and found his office a few minutes before 5:00PM. His office door was closed. I stood there for a full minute, too terrified to knock. Going raw had been my most reliable jerk-off fantasy for years. Nothing between me and my partner. No rubbers. No protection. Now it was time to take these fantasies and make them realities and I was hesitant. No, not hesitant. I was terrified. From my encounter with Mick, I knew there was going to be no return to the status quo. Once I had been fucked bareback, rubbers were never going to be an option. After the eon of waiting and hesitating, I finally raised my hand and knocked on the door. It was such a tiny action, no more consequential than a single step. But it was choice. It was the first step on the rest of my life. There was a pause. It was terrifyingly long, but in retrospect, it barely a few seconds. Then, there was a response. "Yeah. Come in," a male voice said. It was masculine but not too deep. I hesitated again, mustered up my courage, and pushed open the door. The office was large and bright; sunlight was streaming through the windows. The man I knew was Jon Corelli was sprawled out on a couch, an iPad in his hand. As I stepped in, he jumped up and smiled. "Seth?" he asked. "Yeah. Jon?" "Yeah." He was staring at me, and suddenly I felt vulnerable. His eyes were a brilliant green and it seemed like I had no more secrets left. Nothing could protect me from him, not even the Truvada now coursing through my blood. "It's great to finally meet you," he continued. "Yeah," I stammered. "It is." He was a little shorter than I expected, his hair cropped closely, and a beard. He was stocky, with a defined body. But he wasn't a gym rat; I could tell he had better things than to spend every hour in the gym. "Come here," he said. I took another step forward. He reached out for my arm, and I let him take it. He pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me. I tilted my head down, and gave him a kiss. His lips were warm against mine. I could feel my cock stirring. I wanted him naked. I wanted to be naked. I wanted to feel his cock inside of me. As we kissed, he grabbed my ass and squeezed it. The kiss was probably only a few seconds, but like the wait for his response, it seemed much longer. "What you expected?" he asked me. My cock throbbing and my ass was twitching. "Better," I said. "You?" "The same," Jon replied. "Wanna go to my place?" he asked. "Get the weekend started?" "Yeah," I said. He grabbed the iPad and packed it away. He put a few more papers in the bag, and then slung it over his shoulder. "I'm parked out back," Jon said. He motioned for me to go out first. He locked the door behind him, and pointed me towards a stairwell. As I walked down the stairs, I could tell he was watching me and examining my every move. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing I was thinking. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his skin against my skin. "How was your day." "Long," I said. "I couldn't wait for this to happen." "Me either." I pushed open the door, back into the brilliant California sunshine. "There," Jon said. "The green one." In front of me was a racing green Jaguar, older than me or Jon. It suited him perfectly: impeccable, without being flashy. He unlocked it and leaned over to open my door. Inside, it was small, and I was suddenly aware of Jon's scent, a bit musky, a bit sweaty. I wanted to bury my face in it, and inhale it. "Let's go." He pulled out into traffic. I wanted him to accelerate, to speed into the dangerous and exciting future. But, unfortunately, Friday rush hour was not co-operating with the symbolism. Instead, we inched onto a slow-moving freeway as we headed towards downtown. "Can I ask a question?" "Go ahead," Jon said. "Anything you want." "How do you get it. You know." "HIV?" Jon asked. He pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on. It was harder to read him, without seeing his eyes. "Yeah." "Well," he said. He smiled "When a poz daddy and a neg son love each other very much, the poz daddy puts his raw cock into the neg son." "No, I know how that works," I cut him off. "Be serious. I meant you. How did you get it?" "JP did it. We didn't have prep then. There weren't many options for us, if we wanted to be fluid bonded." "When did you two start? Barebacking, I mean." "The first time, actually." He sighed for a moment. "He asked if he could put it in. Just for a second." "And you let him?" "Yeah. He said he would pull out." The traffic had eased up, and Jon smoothly accelerated. "In the heat, it was hard for me to say no to him. It still is hard for me to say no to him." "And? Did he?" "He did. He came on my stomach that first night." "The next time?" "I asked him to cum in me." "Were you scared?" "Of course. I was in love. That's even more terrifying than HIV." He was quiet, as we sped past an exit. "By the end of the first week, I knew I wouldn't ever use a condom again. From there, it was inevitable." Another pause, another mile towards his home. "I was poz by the end of the month." "Would you still do it? I mean, now that there is PrEP." Another silent mile, but it was not uncomfortable. He was thinking; choosing his words carefully. I stared out the window. "Yeah," Jon finally said. "I would. To be pregnant with JP's seed. To always carry a bit of his love for me. I would." Now it was my turn to be silent. My blood was filled with a drug that would keep me safe from men like Jon and JP. It would keep me alive. But would it let me really live? It would be another barrier, more invisible than a condom, but a barrier none the less. I'd never get to experience the bond they had, never get to live life to the fullest. For the first time, I began to have doubts about my choice to protect myself. Finally, I spoke. "How does it feel? To be poz?" "Like a loaded gun between my legs. And I get to share it." He pulled off the freeway, onto a busy street. "But other times it's scary. I can kill you by having sex." "But it's safe now. You're on TasP. I'm taking PrEP." "Yeah," he said. "It is." I shifted. My cock was hard, and I tried to adjust myself as discreetly as possible. "You turned on?" he asked me. "Yeah," I said, trying not to blush. "Thinking about your cock inside me." "Me too," he said. He reached down and undid his jeans. He pulled out his cock. It was even harder than mine was. "Feel it," he said. I paused for a moment, suddenly aware of all the cars around us, and how easy it would be for someone to see us. Jon noticed me hesitating. "Have you ever touched a poz cock before?" "No, not yet," I said. I was staring at his erect shaft. "Go ahead," Jon said. Then, softer, "Are you worried?" "No," I answered. I felt the drug starting to suffuse my body, building a suit of armor around me. "It's just..." I trailed off. "Just?" "So beautiful." Jon took one hand from the steering wheel and took my hand. He guided me to his dick. I wrapped my fingers around it. The skin was soft and warm, surrounding an iron core. It felt like a man should feel, solid and firm, but tender and caring. I caressed it, and found there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I ran my finger over it. It was wet and slippery. "Is it?" I asked. "Dangerous, I mean." "No. I'm on meds. There is barely any virus in my semen, much less in my pre-cum. You could taste it even without PrEP." I ran my finger over his piss slit once more, feeling as a bit more dribbled out. Not that I needed it, but he had given me the permission I needed. I let go of his dick, and brought my finger tips to my lips. I licked them clean. "How does it taste?" "Like a man should. Salty. Musky." He laughed. "You'll get plenty more of it this weekend. Now. I showed you mine. You show me yours." "Here? In traffic? What if someone sees?" "Then they will see a hot young man, showing off his hard cock. And maybe learn to mind their own business." I fumbled with my shorts. I had been hard from the moment I knocked on Jon's office door, and it was not easy to untangle the layers of fabric to get to my erection. Jon was taking quick glances, staring as long as he felt safe as he drove along the crowded street. Finally, I freed my cock, and it stood up straight, saluting the man I had jerked off to so many times. "Damn," he said. "It's bigger in person." "You think?" I saw it every day, and it seemed painfully average to me. Jon reached across and grabbed it. His hand was warm. He seemed to know exactly how to touch me, and for moment, I thought I was going to cum. "It's perfect. We are going to have fun with it." He brushed his fingertips against my cockhead, getting a bit of my precum. I watched as he licked it off, wanting his lips against mine, wanting his mouth on my cock, and if, just maybe, feeling his tongue flick against my asshole. Jon had told me how much he loved rimming, and was surprised no one had ever done it to me before. "Damn," he said. "Now I'm really hungry." He licked his finger again. "Fuck," he muttered as he downshifted in anticipation of a red light ahead of us. "I wanna be naked in bed with you now." "I know," I said. As we pulled to a stop, I reached out and grabbed his cock again. "I want this inside me." "Me too. Nothing between us." "Skin on skin." We were reaching downtown, and the buildings were getting higher and higher around us, as the traffic got worse. At the next stop light, a bus pulled up beside me. He smiled at me, and grabbed my cock again. "They are jealous," he said. I glanced up, trying not to blush. But the riders were in their own world, oblivious to the sexually charged atmosphere right next to them. "How much further?" "Almost there," he said. He let go of my dick, and forced his cock back into his jeans. "They might not have noticed, but the guard at the parking garage will notice." I followed his lead, struggling to get my shaft into my shorts. I managed to zip up just as he pulled into a driveway and we descended into the depths of a tall, mirrored skyscraper. "Good evening," he said, flashing a pass card at a guard. The gate raised, and he drove into the garage. He quickly found his spot, and we grabbed our bags before heading to the elevator. In the elevator, he swiped his passcard again, and pressed 54 on the pad. As the doors closed, he pushed me up against the wall and pressed his body against mine. His lips met mine and we kissed. It was electric, getting so close to what we had talked about for so long. The elevator's rapid acceleration pressed us closer together as our tongues probed each other's mouths. "I've been wanting that the entire drive home," Jon said. "Me too." The elevator's ascent slowed, and the doors opened. I was expecting a hallway, but when I saw the stand of shoes and a table with a stack of mail, I realized that we were already in his apartment. He must have noticed my surprise. "I did very well in a start-up. And Jean-Paul is a corporate lawyer." Then, more loudly, "we're home," "In the kitchen," a deep, male voice replied. I was suddenly nervous. I knew that the weekend was going to be all of us, Jon, Jean-Paul, cal, and myself. But I only knew Jon. "Jean-Paul," Jon said, "Cal is going to be home later." He dropped his bag, and kicked off his shoes. "We can get it later," he said, motioning me to leave my bag and shoes with his. I did so, and followed him towards the kitchen. It was large, with modern, stainless steel appliances and granite counters. It looked like a photo from a magazine. In the middle, leaning against a counter was Jean-Paul. He was a little taller than me, maybe 6'2", with an angular face, and salt and pepper hair with a goatee. He was shirtless, his broad and muscular chest covered in the same dark hair flecked with grey. I followed it down across a flat stomach, and it disappeared into a pair of sweats. I thought I could see the outline of his cock behind the dark red fabric. "Hey," Jon said. He stood on his toes and kissed JP. "This is Seth," he said. He turned to me. "This is my husband, Jean-Paul." "Please, call me JP," he said as he straightened up. He put something down on the counter; it was a pipe. The bowl was stuffed full of dark green weed. I held out my hand, and he laughed, grabbing me and pulling me close. "I've heard so much about you," he said, his breath hot against my skin. "And you're even better in person." He pressed his body against mine, and I could feel his thick cock press against my thigh. When he released his muscular arms from around me, he stepped back. "So," he said. "Are we what you expected?" "Hell yeah," I said. I hoped I didn't sound too eager. "Great," Jon said. "Want to get comfortable?" "You want?" JP asked, holding out the pipe and a lighter. "I mean, if you do." "Yeah, of course," I said. I took them and did a hit. "Beer?" Jon asked. "Yeah," JP said, "you?" I nodded, my lungs still full of the acrid smoke. Jon disappeared out one of the doors, leaving the two of us alone. "You?" I asked, exhaling a thick cloud. "Yeah," JP said. He took the pipe from me and did a hit. He pulled me back, and pressed his mouth against mine. He shot gunned it into my lungs. "You sure you're OK?" "Yeah," I said. "You're hot. Really hot." "So are you," he said. "This is going to be fun." He reached under my shirt and ran his hands over my smooth chest. "Not hairy like you," I said. "Sorry." "No. It's good." His hands found my nipples, and I fell silent as bolts of pleasure radiated out. "Starting without me?" Jon asked. I turned, and as I did, JP expertly pulled off my shirt. Jon was standing in the door, holding three cold beers in his hands. "You are welcome to join, but you're over dressed," JP said. Jon handed me a beer, then one to JP. He put his down on the counter, and stepped back. JP's arm was still wrapped around me, holding me close to his warm body. We watched as Jon pulled off his shirt, exposing his hairy chest. He undid his jeans, and let them drop to the floor. He was wearing a pair of dark blue underwear, his cock straining against the fabric. As he stepped towards me, he pushed down his underwear. His cock sprang free, sticking up and out. Even though I had played with it on the drive here, I couldn't help but stare at it again. I had dreamt of this cock nearly every night and jerked off thinking about it nearly every morning, and now all those dreams and fantasies were going to come true. "Now, who's overdressed?" Jon asked. "I think it's you," JP said. His breath hit my ear, and sent chills down my torso, landing right at my cock. It throbbed, wanting release from the clothes I was wearing and the load that was building up in my balls. JP let his hands drop down to my shorts and quickly unfastened the button and zipper. They fell to my ankles, leaving me in only the jockstrap. "That's nice," JP continued. "Easy access, huh?" "Now you're the odd one out," Jon said. "You think?" JP replied. He momentarily released me from his embrace and pushed me ever so slightly away from him. It was just enough for him to push down his sweat pants. Unlike me or Jon, he was wasn't wearing any underwear, and his cock sprang free. He stepped out of his sweats and kicked them to one side, before pulling me back against him. His skin was warm, and his touch calmed me down, but also drove me crazy. "Oh fuck," I moaned as JP slid his erect cock between my ass cheeks. I could feel the tip of his dick press against my hole, but before anything happened, JP adjusted his position and let his cock just nestle in my crack. "That feels good," I said. "I'm sure it does," Jon said. He was now just inches from me. He was close enough that I could feel the heat coming off of him, but was just far enough that not a single part of our bodies were touching. I wanted to feel him pressed against me. More than just that, I wanted to feel his dick inside of me. "Only one more piece of clothing to lose," he said. He reached out and grabbed my jockstrap, pulling it free of my engorged shaft and forcing it down. It fell to my ankles as well. I stepped out of my shorts and jock, and the three of us stood naked. Jon pressed his body against mine, and forced his tongue into my mouth. I was surprised at the action but was more than happy to let him enter me. His tongue probed my mouth and I knew this was just the first step in Jon's domination of my body. "Taste good?" JP asked. "Oh yeah. Sweet. Young. Innocent." On that last word, I thought JP's cock twitched. But it could have just been my imagination. Jon forced his body against me and his erect cock pressed against my shaft. With a man in front of me and behind me, I felt a bit vulnerable. If they wanted to do anything, there was no way I would be able to fight the two of them off. But I trusted them; we had talked many times through what I wanted, what Jon wanted, and what JP wanted. Our desires were completely compatible. Suddenly, Jon pulled his tongue out of my mouth, and stepped back. His cock was now resting on mine, both of them hard and aroused. "Skin on skin," Jon said. "Just the way you wanted it, no?" "Well. Yeah, I guess." It was a nice start, but I had imagined a lot more than just a bit of rubbing bodies against each other. I had done that in middle school and I was ready for something far more intense. "Yeah?" Jon asked. He reached down and wrapped his hands around both of our cocks. "That's what I want. Nothing between us." I stared at him, terrified that this would be all that I would get. "Isn't that what you want?" I nodded. I was trying not to get scared; I had built this weekend up in my mind, and it was rapidly turning into something totally different from what I had imagined. Jon continued. "You like that? This is how it's supposed to be. Skin against skin." I decided to go for broke. "Yeah. Now all you have to do is fuck me." "Is that what you want?" I nodded. Of course that was what I wanted. "Let's do it." Jon turned to JP, and focused on him. "Where did we put the condoms?" "The trash can?" JP replied, arching an eye brow. "Don't tease the boy. He's probably been looking forward to finally going raw for what?" JP turned to me. He scanned his brown eyes up and down my body. I felt so much more naked than I did just a few moments earlier. "For a few years, I think." I blushed. He had barely known me for five minutes, and he had managed to get at some of my deepest secrets. "You're right," Jon said, an air of amused detachment. "Don't worry, Seth," he said, returning his attention to me. "Only latex in this house is fetish wear." "We should put him in some," JP said. "Smooth, hairless, muscular boy like Seth?" He smiled, and I glanced down. His cock was obviously more erect than earlier. "So fucking hot." "I know what you like," Jon replied. He was stroking his own cock now. It was a thick, stiff, erect shaft and as he stood there, I could tell he was thinking about sliding it into my hole. More than just fucking me, he wanted to slide it in raw. He wanted to bareback me, and breed my hole. A week ago, it would have been the most scary thought ever. But now, it was a major turn-on. I didn't have to worry about the deadly virus that Jon and JP shared. All I had to focus on was the pleasure. "I think," Jon continued. My attention snapped back to the immediate reality, and away from the fantasy I had been spinning for myself. But, the immediate reality wasn't all that different from my fantasy: I was naked, surrounded by hot, horny men, eager to fuck me raw and breed my innocent hole. Not only were they going to be breeding me, their sperm was loaded with a deadly virus. But, I didn't have to worry. There was a small blue pill. Once a day, and it would protect me. "I think there's one more tease that Seth needs to experience." "Oh yeah. That he does," JP said. "You ever been rimmed?" Jon asked me. "Rimmed?" I asked. I had heard about it, but to my embarrassment, I still didn't know what the word actually meant. I had been too scared to look it up online. "We have our answer," JP said. "Right on," Jon said. I wasn't sure if it was to me or to JP. "Get up on the counter," he said.

After a few minutes you hear the back door open and you try to look over your shoulder, but before you can see the blindfold goes over your eyes. You beg more for your freedom. There is no answer back to your pleas though. Then i put a gag with a with a pipe in your mouth. I reach to grab your nose and pour a shot of pga in your mouth. You try to spit but being on your back and gagged you swallow. "I need to ruin you so i can use your ass to pay off a few debts tonight. Johnny and the boys like a sloppy loose crying hole. But i'll let you dry up before i take you to see Sam. He likes it tight and dry." Your mind wanders as u realize i am talking about multiple nights. Your hope for a one night adventure is disappearing as u hear me plan more than tonight away. I throw an ice pack to sit on your stomach and balls. "I don't need you getting over excited on the way. All cum is important, even pathetic cum out of your useless dick." With that i close the door and walk away. I head to the store to get a few more supplies and leave you to dwell on the pain in your balls and ass. Trying to scream, cry, and try not choke. As you are starting to get worried you try to remember if the windows on this truck or tinted or not. You were too scared to pay attention. Can people see you strung up like this if they walk by? Can they get to you? You didn't hear the doors lock the second time. Then you realize you can't hear anything outside the car. Suddenly there is a knock on the window. Hoping someone is trying to help you, you cry out. Then you hear the door open as i get in. "Shut up bitch, car is sound proof. You aren't the first toy i have collected." On the drive to the house i take every turn and bump i can find to watch ur body swing and jump in my mirror. "Make sure you moan or scream every time it hurts. You wouldn't want me to be disappointed." Every time i stop you hope we have arrived, only to be disappointed to realize it is only a stop sign or stop light. Then u hear my window going down and the slight sound of morning birds. "Hey Steve, yeah just getting home from a new collection....Yeah this one will be fun....Oh he seems to be a fighter, he doesn't want to give in at all....No he's not straight, his dick gets to hard for that.....No i haven't got it in a cage yet.....Yeah u can see him, he has his first plug in already....I know you do....Here, or at my house?.....Oh you don't get off for another 5 hours, well let me pull up and out of the way and i'll pop the hatch." The car moves forward as the hatch latch is released and i tell you "Be good, Steve is an old toy of mine that works as the gate guard. He earned his freedom of sorts because his new master isn't as hard as i am. He makes for a good beta to fuck boys anyway you tell him to, no matter way, causing himself or the boys pain at any insistence. He just follows blindly." Then the hatch opens and u hear Steve, he has a husky many voice. "Damn Ryan, he is fresh. How long u had him?" "Few hours" "What are his numbers?" "0,2,0 is my guess at this point." "His ice bag seems to have fallen, may i put it back Sir?" "Yes boy you may, but if you want to touch anything do it with the ice" Steve picks up the ice bag that had fallen to ur side and puts it back on your balls as he does so he uses his other hand to cup your balls away from your body so they have no escape. He then ices the length of your cock. and finally traces the ice down your crack to your hole and the metal plug gleaming at us in the light of the guardhouse. You wince in all kinds of pain, yelling, groaning, trying to scream. "Wow he is a loud one." Steve says. "I know, i love it" "Can i pull the plug Sir? I really wanna see his fresh hole" "Do you have something metal to replace it with?" "No master Jeff took out my ring, he said i played with it too much" "What are your numbers Steve?" "6,1,24" "Wow, okay two things if you want to fuck him. Number one is you can't clean your dick before you go home. I want Jeff to see it and hopefully punish you for it." "Yes Sir" "And Number two u have to get his plug out in one tug. Slow or fast i don't care, that is your choice, but you may not stop pulling till it is out. If you do, no fucking him, and i will reclaim you for myself, and you know how i treat old toys." He sounded a bit more scared when he replied "Yes sir." When i looked up i see your whole body shaking. "Aw the toy is scared. Yes this will hurt. Probably alot. But steve here has a 6 day load that will coat ur guts and make it feel better." We then slide the sling out the back of the truck and drop it to fuck height. Steve reaches forward and grabs the ring on the plug and already you are tensing. "Dude this hurts so much less if you don't tense." Instantly and instinctively i slapped steve across the face. His yelp and hold on the plug was tugged but not pulled out. "Sorry sir, i forgot how much u liked pain" Steve said "Come by my house later tonight, i have work for you now." "Yes sir." he said is a shaky voice, defeated/ "Now finish your task, his hole needs that load" "Yes sir" Once again he grabs the plug and as he starts to pull you feel me grab and twist as hard as i can on your nipples. It makes your ass squeeze as the spiked plug tries to drag out of your ass. You are screaming and i can see the tears leaking out from the blindfold. As he suddenly gets the plug past the big part of the plug it just slides away with the ridged spikes scraping your hole on the way out. "Naked leaking hole in the sun rise. What more could i want?" I say. "Oh yeah, more cum in that hole. Okay steve, hurry up before you have to get back to work" Instantly his hard dick is pressing on your hole. And i am pouring another shot into your gag. Then he is pushing into you. Fuck it hurts because there is no lube. just the cum in your ass, and the little bit of fresh blood. You try to push ur ass out and start coating his dick. It's a monster fucker. Feels huge but really only 8 x 6. "There seems to be a warm spot against his back wall." "Yeah i coated it and so did Mark." "Fuck, i can't take this for too long" "Good blow in him and let me get him home" You feel drops on your stomach and assume Steve is sweating. But i am enjoying him crying from the pain of knowing he has to answer to me later. and his cock hurts. Suddenly he starts to shake and cry out and you can feel this one. Volley after volley of hot cum is flooding your hole and you can feel it. "Thank you steve, now pull up your mesh briefs. and button your fly but no zipping the zipper." "Yes sir" I hoist you back into the truck. No plug, just leaking out your hole and close the hatch.

A few years ago I got a message from a guy staying at a local hotel who said he needed to get fucked. Less than an hour later I pushed open the door he had left propped open, and stepped into the darkened room. The light from the hall showed me the guy naked on his hands and knees waiting for me. As the door swung shut I started undressing and made my way over to him. I got on my knees, spread his cheeks and buried my face in his ass. One hand went down to his cock which was nice and hard. I pulled it back between his legs and licked it from base to tip and back again. I pulled on his balls and sucked the head of his cock in my mouth and his moans let me know he was enjoying it. I alternated sucking his cock and eating his ass his moan letting me know he was enjoying it as much as I was. My cock was hard and needed some attention so I climbed on the bed in front of him and fed him my cock. He started by licking around the head but my hand on the back of his head encouraged him to take me deeper. When he got his lips around the base of my cock I held him there and pumped deeper into his throat. This seemed to turn him on ever more and he worked my cock like only a true cocksucker can. Everyone thinks he can suck cock, but when you find a guy who fucking loves it, you know immediately and the only thing to do sit back and enjoy. I pulled him up and into a kiss tasting a bit of alcohol on his breath. We rubbed against each other and while the slide of his cock against mine felt good, I wanted his ass. So I stood up, pulled him to the edge of the bed, we both took a hit of poppers, I lined up my cock and rammed into him until he had every inch of me deep inside his ass. I didn’t wait for his ass to adjust to the girth of my cock, no, I just piston fucked into him over and over grabbing his hips and pulling him onto me. We were both lost in the moment, moaning and encouraging each other. After several minutes I pulled out and flipped him over and slid right back in, spreading his legs wide and deep dicking him again. The fuck was good but it was not about finesse it was about two guys who needed to get off. I pumped his ass until he shot over his stomach and then I let myself flood his ass with my load. Afterwards I let his legs fall around my waist, scooped his load off of his stomach and fed it to him, then leaned down and kissed him. I never learned his name, and he never learned mine. In fact, we scarcely exchanged a word. It was an example of anonymous sex at its best.

3 loads on jan 1st 2 loads on jan 2 and 3rd and 3 already today! Happy slut so far this year ;-) If u are a rough poz top hit me up on bbrts (ShootInsideMe). In London until Sunday then back in NYC

Dark is where my mind likes to go. On the way to the car i can tell you are struggling. And telling me you would give me anything if i would let you go. So when we get to the black Durango i tell you "Take off your clothes. I want to keep your ruined clothes as a memento of tonight." You are even more nervous as we are standing in a public parking lot. Your ass has been exposed the whole time but the rest of u has at least been covered. Thinking this is the agreement you giving me the clothes and u get to go free you start to to take them off slowly and mildly ashamed. Your shirt comes off easily and i groan knowing i will be getting those nips pierced and worn out hard. I then slap you across the face for taking so long. You tear up for a minute and then go to start again. You look down at your pants and are concerned because of the leash that is attached to the butt plug in your ass and my hand. Your are scared and you start to ask how you are supposed to do this but just get punched in the gut. Get naked now boy. This sets you off and u decide you are going to fight me but one good tug on your plug and you are screaming and begging. I repeat get naked. You then decide to try. You slide your jeans down over the leash and try your best to keep it from pulling. I am giving you no slack. Finally you realize you have to hurt yourself to get them off and u try to be quick about it in the end. The pull and pain in your ass is immense. Finally free of the jeans the underwear you decide to rip the rest of the way off and take the elastic off over your head. And now there you stand. Naked, impaled, leashed, crying. and wishing you were anywhere but here. But for some unknown reason u are leaking precum. not really hard but u are leaking. "Pick up your clothes and hand them to me" Before you think about it you respond "Yes, Master" "Good i'm glad you've decided that is what i am" "Fuck, no. I mean you have to let me go" "I have to fucking own and breed you is what i have to do" "But I have so much i want to do" "U need to be bred and owned. Now shut up" Once again i slap you. Then to cause u more pain i pinch the hell out of one of your nips. "Now open the bag in the back seat and put those on." Hoping for clothes to cover your naked body you look in the bag and only find leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a blindfold. You turn to complain and as you do you see me throw your clothes in the trashcan in front of my car. Hoping i had released the leash you look and as you do i pull on it hard to remind you that it is still attached. "Get dressed bitch. I can't properly restrain you if you don't get dressed." Crying you put on your ankle restraints and wincing in pain every time you bend over. Then looking at the wrist cuffs u look at me. "Fine bitch i will put them on for you, but it will cost you. Sit on the pavement and put your hands over your head." Doing so isn't easy and having to sit down on that plug is torture. You seem to be struggling so i push you over and down. You scream. "Hands up" Once you comply i step forward in front of you to put your cuffs on. Doing so i put my shoe just barely on your nut sack. Knowing i am pinching it. Also u can smell the cum and blood on my running shorts. You groaning and whining into my balls just makes me hard. "Fuck man, now i have to get off again. This is just going to make your piercing fuck later take that much longer." I pull you by the plug in your ass and then to the back of the truck. You are stumbling, sore, and in too much pain to protest much. As i open the back hatch of the SUV u see what is a well used sling hanging from two slider bars on the ceiling of the truck. Obviously the back row of the truck is missing. I slide it out and lower it down so I can throw you back into it. "I don't wanna fuck u here in this lot. I don't care if you get busted for public exposure, but i have a job to think about" Locked into place with the cuffs and key locks i hoist you back into the truck and close the hatch. I then leave you there to think as you hear the doors lock.

Once my cock is clean. I ask rex if he wants to fuck you. He says no, maybe once ur hole is more beat up and used to the abuse, he likes them loose and sloppy. I tell him i understand, i like makinging thay way. He just grins and says he knows. I then ask the boys to hold u for a minute so i can inspect ur hole. They stand u up and the bend u over. Holding ur arms behind ur back. I pry ur cheeks apart and stare at ur wet pink hole with the tell tale snail slime line running away from ur fuck chute that is now the center of ur soul. I lick the line of slime to see how u taste. Pungent but delicious. "Mark give me your spiked plug." I say. "What Ryan?" "You walk with too much joy and pain when u have that plug i got you in ur ass. I will get u a new and better one but i wasn't planning on his ass being this beat up before i got him home and i need to seal this hole up. Rex take it out of him and give it to me. Then put ur finger wearing ur rugby ring in his hole as u walk to the club." "Yes, sir." they chime in togeather. Releasing u i grab ur arms to hold u in place. You watch in fear as rex pulls a metal plug out of marks ass as mark moans loadly. It is a metal plug. It doesn't look huge but it comes to a fine point at the top and there are broad based bumps coming to points sticking out from the sides in semi random looking pattern including 3 on the thin part meant to lock the plug in ur ass. The base also had a ring on it. Rex hands it to me as it drips ass juice and maybe a little cum. "I get these specially made for me. Now let me get it into u before it gets too dry." I squeeze it into ur ass as u try to scream byt mark was smart enough to cover ur mouth as it goes in. Once it is in place your tears are constant. And u have a dull continuous whine. Mark releases u and i add the lead mark hands me to the ring now sticking out of ur ass. Both boys give u a rough kiss as they enjoy ur tears and pleas and then with a good tug and a jolt of pain we are off to the car.

Now that your ass is a battered filled hole i feel it relaxing, loving on my cock as it holds the cum in and your self together. So naturally i start smacking u, pushing my cock at odd angles to tighten ur ass back up. "Keep all my cum in ur ass. You're going to need it" I finally start withdrawing my cock right before u remove it completely i reach around and squeeze ur nuts hard knowing it will make clench up and you do pushing the last bit of my dick out of ur hole while keeping my dna floating in ur gut. As u start to feel the cool breeze on ur now wet cum receptacle and want to cry more i turn u around, give u a hard grinding kiss. Thump ur wet cumhole with my fingers to feel u squirm. Then push u down to ur knees to clean my cock. I hold ur head and make u look into my eyes. "Ur gonna clean it off, no teeth, cry if u have to, choke if u have to, drool and snot till u drowned, but if i feel one tooth or i feel like ur spitting out anything that comes out of my cock and u will regret it." You put me in your mouth and clean my dick, tasting ass, cum, and a bit of coppery blood. Ur eyes fill with tears as u taste the blood knowing i am not done with u yet. The more u lick and swallow the more u keep finding small hidden spaces at the base of my cock that have small pockets of flavor. Then all of the sudden i piss one good quick stream in your mouth to see how u react. U gag and try to spit but i shove my cock in and hold ur cheeks. You manage to choke it down. "Good whore. Swallow that golden juice. There is more to cum later" At that i stand u up. As u stand i cup ur exposed ass inmy hand and I shove my middle finger in your sore hole and tell you its time to go. Your legs are week and u are leaning into my hand and thus implaling urself on my finger so u can walk. We have to walk several blocks to my car. But amazingly enough there aren't many people around. I feel u relaxing and enjoying my finger as we are going until u see 2 guys walking towards us on the side walk. One is a tall blonde, broad sholdered, small gut, looks like he used to play rugby. The other is shorter but still works out alot. Ur ass clenches my finger like it wants to bite it off. I start pumping and stretching ur hole to try and make u relax. Finally i say hi to Rex and Mark as we get closer and ur hole tightens more. "Fresh piece of trade Ryan?" Rex, the blonde asks. "A newly invented one actually." I reply. "Oh, are u sharing? Or do u have plans for this one?" Mark askes. "I always have plans for u boys, you know that Mark. " Mark grins sheepishly and says "i know, but can we have a taste of this boy" "What are ur number's?" I ask. "3, 2, 9" mark says. "1, 9, 4" Rex says. "Mark u can fuck him, no lube. Rex i need to see that hole that has nine loads in it." At that i spin u around by the finger in ur ass and hand u to mark ass first. "Dont worry boy, this is just a quick stop before i get u home. Look only at me as he fucks u." Mark was hard from the moment he saw u with me. He had his cock out and pushing against your ass hole right there on the street before u knew what was happening. Rex pulls the back of his pants down and then bear hugs u. He is taller than u so ur face is at the top of his chest. He starts pulling ur hair and u feel him tense as i slide my cock into his wet fuckhole. U are looking over rexs sholder right in my eyes. And then the shooting pain happens as Mark sinks his cock into ur sore ass. You feel something cold and old about his cock too. Your scream is muffled into Rex's sholder. Suddenly there is a slap across the face. "I know that prince albert hurts but i told u to look me in the eye. That doesnt mean u get to close them just because u are in pain." I say Rex says "Why are your studs out Ryan?" "Breaking in fresh meat, i will tenderize it at home, but wanted one where he wasnt going to leave my shorts a bloddy mess first." "So am i his first metal cock?" Mark asks. "Yep, so make sure u hit the same spot on his inner wall, i already found the good spot and squirted all over it." "Got it, this boy is tight im not gonna last." "Squirt deep and tell him what hes getting" Suddenly shaking Mark digs deep into ur ass and says "one fresh poz metal load." And then i see ur tears coming back and i can't take it anymore. I blow in Rex "i wish i could give u number 10, Rex but i have work to do" "Thank u sir. I understand" "Dont let our boy go yet. I know u wanna clean my dick off but hes not ready to be let go just yet." "Yes sir" I pull my semi hard dick out of rex and go to beside mark. " u pull out of him and im gonna stick my slime covered dick from rex in his hole." I put my hand under your ass as he pulls out to catch the pink slime i know is cumming. He pulls out and sure enough a dolop of pure pink heaven lands on my hand. I taste it as i shove my cock back in ur hole. Hiting every side wall and back wall i can find. Trying to rub all of rexs loads into ur ass. I then tell rex he can let u go. He drops immediately to his knees and cleans marks dick at which point u finally see the 2 gauge prince albert that was rattling around in ur hole. It is pink and frothy before it disappears into rexs mouth and cums out clean. I remove my cock from ur ass and push u down. U have learned and open ur mouth.

Just home from getting bred. Cum in my hole as I type this. Thick black vers Bottom fucked me good. Best thing is he's around the corner and we're will have a repeat! He loved my jock strap being his handle to hold steady with.

So, maybe to show my appreciation for jbucktown continuing this story, I am going to share some honesty. One of the reasons I follow and really like this story is that I relate to the main character. On the one hand, it would be nice to have a great guy to be with. However, I ALSO want to be able to get fucked and fuck whomever I want. And I love cum...cock and cum...(for me poz cum the most)...and a hot hole to munch on. The point is, I completely understand and am sympathetic to the main character's lust for love...and sex with lots of guys at the same time. Perhaps they can coexist? ?

After Justin and I broke up, I was totally devastated and felt very empty inside. Not only my ass was empty because Justin wasn't fucking me regularly, but my stomach felt like a bottomless pit of anguish. Luckily, I was able to concentrate on finals. I was taking 5 classes and I had 2 papers and 3 exams over the next 10 days. They were all pretty evenly spaced out so I didn't have a lot of time to think about Justin. Finals were a time when the library and the dorm were always full of people. It was easy to get into a routine. Gym, food, computer games with a guy on the floor, food, study or write at the library or in my room, food and hang with the guys on the floor and then study until I slept. One of the first mornings of the "prep week", I went into the showers and saw someone's ass under the bottom of the stall. I knew who it was, Paul, my friend on the floor, had been out drinking and was obviously massively hungover. He was sitting on the floor because he was too hungover to stand. He hadn't had a good freshman year. He was beat up while pledging a fraternity and most of the guys who had joined fraternities ignored him after that - including his roommate, the guys across the hall, and Jason. The first semester those guys were all inseparable. It was hard to see him like this. Paul was a really sweet guy. I spoke with Paul that morning and brought him food back from breakfast. We ended up chatting a lot that week. He was transferring after the year ended. I didn't even know that he was thinking about transferring. I guess I had become distant too. I felt bad. Paul and I hung out and studied together all week. He helped me focus and not think about Justin. As finals week crept along, more guys were partying and the noise level increased. Unluckily, I had finals on two of the last 3 days. I took to using Paul's room because it was at the end of the hall. Paul would use mine to play games I had on my computer which he didn't have. It worked out well. On one of the last nights, I finished studying and was falling asleep in Paul's bed. I went back to my room and Paul wasn't tired. I got into my boxers, used the bathroom, and came back to the room. I let him keep playing the game and we chatted for a bit. There was a lot of sexual tension in the room. I got out of bed and leaned over his shoulder a bit to see how he was doing in the game. He turned his face, we looked into each other's eyes and then kissed. A few minutes later, we were both naked and I was moaning as his cock was sliding into my ass. We never even discussed who would get fucked, condoms, hiv status, nothing. There I was bent over my desk with his cock in me. He held his hand over my mouth as he fucked me. He got faster and faster. I could tell he was getting close. His other hand was holding me down. I was jerking off as he fucked me. He was about to cum and I felt Paul tighten his strokes as he was about to pull out and shoot on my back. I said, "Cum in me Paul." It came out as a mumble because he was covering my mouth. He must've understood because he changed his strokes and let it go deep in my ass. Paul and I fucked over the next few days. We fucked 3-4 times a day. We never discussed condoms or hiv status. He did tell me I was the first guy he fucked while sober since he left boarding school. I liked how he fucked me. It was always a good solid fuck. In those last few days, I also had to figure out my roommate situation for the following year and pack, etc. Surprise, surprise! My new roommate was the other Mardi Gras bottom boy - John. Paul and I said our goodbyes and tried to stay in touch, but after he went to another university it was difficult. I ran into him in a bathhouse a few years later, once I moved to New York City, and he fucked me with his friend. It was hot. I went home for the summer. It was really hard to live at home. My dad barely spoke to me. My brother had his own life. My mom was trying, but her love felt more ambivalent than it had before. I think she was trying to adjust to the fact that I was gay. She kept telling me what a lonely life it would be and how sad she was for me. On top of all of that, I kept running into Eli. Whether it was with high school friends, at temple, at the mall, etc. He seemed to be everywhere. All seeing him did was make me feel alone. It also made me think about Justin a lot. That also made me feel alone. I needed to get out of there. I talked to my aunt and uncle about using the cabin, but a storm had knocked a tree onto it over the winter and they were having it repaired this summer. I called John about moving into the New Orleans apartment. He called the landlord and the landlord said the guys in the place had just asked to get out of their lease a month early and we could have it mid July. New Orleans in summer. Yay! Except for the heat and the swampy mugginess, but I did not know how that felt firsthand yet. John and I showed up on the appointed day and ended up moving in as the other guys moved out. The other guys were nice and we all helped each other. It took almost all day. One of the guys moving out, a senior from Loyola University, asked if he could stay on our couch that night because he didn't want to drive to Texas after furniture and boxes all day. We said that he could stay but John and I pointed out that we had no couch yet. We all laughed. He stayed anyway. As we got the place set up, the Loyola stayover, Pete, went to get us dinner and some beer. He came back and we drank and ate a typical New Orleans Monday dinner - Red Beans and Rice with Fried Chicken. We drank a lot of beer too. John fell asleep and Pete and I stayed up talking. I asked Pete if he wanted to stay in my room (previously his room). He knew we were gay and so was he. He said, "Just sleep?" I said, "Sure. But if sex happens, I'm cool with that." We laughed and went to bed. We made my bed, made out, got naked and I saw his fat cock. It was a fireplug cock. Fat and short (5.5" or so). I grabbed that cock and sucked it like I was starving for cock. He and I got into a 69 and he started to finger my ass. I pushed back on his fingers as I sucked his cock. After about ten minutes of him fingering me, lubing me with his spit, and licking my crack; Pete asked for a condom. I looked at him and around the room. I told him I hadn't unpacked them yet. Pete had packed his up and they were in his UHall. We were both disappointed. We switched positions and Pete was on his back and I was sucking his cock again. I was getting him very wet and he was incredibly hard - almost like steel. I went up and kissed him and straddled his waist. His cock was rubbing on mine. He pushed it back between my legs and rubbed the wet head against my ass crack. I was sucking his tongue as he was pressing the cock at my hole. I did what I always do when a cock is on my hole, pushed back. His cock head popped inside my ass. I moaned and he slid in more. I sat back more and his cock slid almost all the way in. I rode his cock for awhile and he was pushing up. We got a good rhythm going and fucked for about a few minutes like that. I said, "Fuck me Pete." He flipped me over, lifted my legs and popped his cock back in my ass. About 20 minutes later, this guy I had just met a few hours ago was about to cum. I said, "Cum in my ass." Pete slammed his hips into me and groaned as he shot his cum inside me. In the morning, Pete was gone and I was really horny. It had been about 2 months since Paul had fucked me and I was craving another fuck. I convinced John to go with me to the bars that night. We got drunk, danced, met some guys and I wound up back in a guy's hotel room taking his raw cock and his load. I took 2 more loads off him by the time I left. The rest of the week, I couldn't get enough cock. I went out every night and a different guy fucked me every night that week - hotel rooms, an apartment, the back room at another bar, and the bathhouse. Some guys used condoms, others didn't; but I wasn't asking. As I went home on Sunday morning after a night getting fucked by a guy in his hotel room, I remembered what that speaker said - "It is the other guy's responsibility to ask me to use a condom and ask about my status." I hadn't asked any of these guys either question. I just wanted to get fucked and I let it happen however it happened. I was kinda freaked out that I had done these things. I felt cum in my wet ass from the guy who had just fucked me again before I left his hotel. I decided I needed to get tested. I spent the next few weeks getting tested(negative), finding a job, and basically hanging out. John and I bought a couch and a few other things for our place. It was during one of those trips that John told me about chat rooms where I could meet guys. He told me about AOL and gay.com. I was interested. He told me guys met for dates and sex, but it was up to what you wanted. Profiles, pictures, etc. I went back to the apartment and set up a different AOL account/screenname and a gay.com account. I was tired of being alone. I was hoping this would help me meet my future boyfriend/partner. I tried AOL chat rooms first.......

What makes me a whore: 1) having no idea of the number of guys I've slept with in my lifetime (I couldn't even get it to within 100 if my LIFE depended on it) 2) having had a host of STDs (comes with whoredom unfortunately) 3) finding random phone numbers in my phone of guys I've fucked and that I sincerely don't remember 4) fucking and getting fucked bb by guys in bars, saunas, cinemas, parks, at home, their homes 5) Being embarrassed if my friends and co-workers knew or found out about me 6) Sitting quietly when others are called whores knowing full well that I've got them beat 7) Advertising a cummy hole and having guys add their load 8) Learning to speak 3 additional languages to increase my chances of getting laid 9) Taking loads from men who I know are in relationships 10) Posting/sending pics to guys with cum running out of my ass I'm sure there's more but if the above don't make me a whore, then whores don't exist. LOL.

Hey guys, sorry it's been awhile...... Justin I looked over at the guy who'd just said his name was Justin. Silently, I stared at the amazing guy from the Boot. He was sitting next to me in all his WASPy glory, polo shirt, jeans, blonde hair, blue eyes, slim, smooth skin, aquiline nose, and, for lack of better words, an incredible aura of kindness. I'm not sure what possesses some people to have that great ability to draw things out of others. Within minutes I was haltingly telling this gorgeous, caring guy the whole story of Jason, the fraternity guy, the fraternity "fags and slags" party, and the fight. The only thing that was bothering me that I left out was the unprotected, or as I was starting to think about it now "bareback", sex. Justin was silent most of the time except a few nods of his head and the occasional "wow, really?" or "oh man". We sat there for a few minutes and Justin said, "Your hand looks really red. Let's go ice it. Do you want to go to your room or mine?" I told him we should go to his room. I could not bring myself to see anyone I knew that night. We went to his place and he had a single in a suite and he grabbed some ice for my hand. We sat in the living room, watched tv, barely talking a bit until his roommates came home. They were seniors and 1 of them was his older brother; which explained how Justin, as a sophomore, was living in these sought after housing units. He took me into his room after introductions. Justin asked if I wanted to stay the night. I was not in the mood to have sex or talk much or see my roommate or that motherfucker Jason; so I must have looked hesitant but almost desperately conflicted. Justin said, "You look like you can use a friend. Also, I wouldn't mind sharing my bed with you. You're sexy. I haven't had a boyfriend in awhile and I would like to feel someone like you next to me." It was incredibly honest. I said that I would stay. Justin gave me shorts to sleep in and we undressed, talked for a while and we got into bed and cuddled. He spooned me. I could feel his hard cock on my ass, but he wasn't moving it around. It was just resting on me. I fell asleep. I woke up early in the morning and he was turned away from me toward the wall. I turned over to spoon him and that's the first time I held him. He felt warm. I kissed his shoulder and reached down for his cock. He turned over and we made out. I kissed him all over and then made my way to his shorts. I pulled them down and dove onto his cock. I licked him tip to balls and got him wet and then started sucking. He was about 8" and thin. It was a nice cock. I knew it would feel good in my ass. I must have sucked him for about 10-15 minutes and when he came I swallowed his load. We made out a bit after that and he jerked me off and sucked me until I came. Then we curled up again and fell asleep. I stayed with Justin for three more nights. By the time I left we had given each other about 3-5 blowjobs a day. I liked how he tasted. I sucked his cock in his room, the bathroom, the shower, the kitchen. I was addicted to his cock. I got back to my room and I swear everyone knew that Jason and I had a huge fight and that I was gay. I heard at least one guy call me a fag as I closed the door to my dorm room. I was just out of the shower when my RA came by. He asked what had happened. I told him. He said that fighting was not permitted on campus. He said if Jason and I fought on campus we would face the disciplinary board. Then he asked if I wanted to come by for some "apple tobacco" (his phrase for pot) after classes. I went to class and came back to the dorms. Everywhere I went on campus I felt like everyone was staring at me. There's no way that was true considering Tulane is a big school, but it felt that way. I went back to the dorm and my roommate told me he was moving out because he couldn't be roommates with a fag. I told him to fuck off and went to see the RA. The RA answered his door and Ben was in his room. They were smoking and the RA lit up his pipe and offered it to me. He told me to take a few hits. I did. He told me that my roommate was moving out. He said the guy was an asshole and Ben laughed and said, "can I kick someone's ass so I can get a single?" We all laughed. I hung out with them for for hours. When I got back to the room, I was pretty high. Justin called and I told him about my day. He came over and we made out and sucked each other off. We went for dinner, came back to my room, pushed the beds together, showered and then Justin fucked me for the first time. It was a nice fuck. Very sweet. We used condoms and he opened me up a lot before we fucked. I loved watching his face the first time he came while fucking me....he threw his head back with in a stifled groan, his mouth wide open, as his body tensed up and his hips jerked forward over and over shooting his load into the condom. This was the first time I had actually used a condom the whole way to orgasm. I was so proud of myself. I had proven I could do it. Even though it for sure hurt a whole lot more. Justin and I were inseparable from then on. We barely went anywhere without being with each other. I told my family about him within a few weeks. It was hard because they didn't want to hear it, but I was too happy to care what they thought. The holidays were hard because we were not with each other for 3 weeks. I was home on Long Island and he was home in Indiana. We talked everyday. I missed him so much that my stomach hurt. Back at school in January and we decided that we needed to get tested again for HIV, etc. I thought it was a sweet idea for a date. We went to the clinic downtown, got tested, had dinner, and went to meet friends at Oz and Pub (the gay bars in the Quarter). We danced and had a great time. This was the beginning of my life going to the FQ gay bars. We got drunk, danced more, tipped the strippers, and went home and had a lot of sex. I loved Justin so much. The test results took about a week or two and I still remember getting the call. I called Justin. We were both negative. I almost skipped over to his place. I was so happy. We hadn't discussed it but I knew I wanted to feel him in me without a condom. I missed the feeling of a guy cumming in my ass and I wanted it to be Justin's cum forever and ever. I got to his place and we were making out and I closed the door to his room, opened his jeans, dropped to my knees and sucked his cock to hard and wet stiffness. I sat him on the bed, got naked, grabbed the lube, wet his cock more, climbed on his lap and sat on his unprotected condomless cock for the first time since we met. He protested about not using a condom. I said, "We are both negative. I trust you. I love you. I want to feel you cum inside me." He laid back on the bed and closed his eyes. I could see he was conflicted; but I rode his cock just the way he liked it. I leaned forward and kissed him and let his cock ride in and out of my ass by moving my ass until his cock almost slid all the way out. In a few minutes he said he was going to cum. I kept riding his cock. He looked up at me. He said, "I love you." I kissed him hard. He kissed me back and then groaned louder than I had ever heard him. He grabbed my hips, jammed me down on his cock all the way, slammed his head on the mattress and then I felt it. The warmth in my ass. He was cumming in me. It was bliss. I loved Justin so much. My cock jerked and I came from the feeling of the warmth in my ass. We laid together and kissed and cuddled. We told each other how much we loved each other. To be continued...........

I'm very much into physical pain caused by muscles, fists and boots. Not so much into whips or other SM toys, but when I get a real beating, I get so fucking horny! Only once I accidentally got into a real fight, where the guy was honestly trying to beat the living shit out of me. I woke up in hospital later, but I remember during the punches and kicks I came twice into my pants...

I knew that dad, Todd and John were involved in several business dealings, including a small campground adjoining a popular alpine lake, it just never clicked that it was also a popular gay resort area. As our brothers reached 18 they were invited to work the summer at the campground and reside on the houseboat. Stuart had been working the last 2 summers as had Ted, and Ben. Last summer Alan joined Stuart and I could only guess how hot and steamy that got. This was the first summer that Chris Dave and I, so as we all came out to each other we would all for the first time all have the summer together. A true “family affair” Alan climbed into our bunk, and cuddled us then proceeded to tell us that this was a hot destination for guys who loved hot unprotected sex, given its secluded location, he indicated he wouldn’t be surprise if a good portion of the guys who come here to vacation go home with a few extras. He positioned himself between me and Dave and we licked and sucked on his athletic chest while playing with his toxic cock. Throughout the night, Alan’s engorged shaft found its way into our moist cum filled holes, leaving his POZ precum and toxic seed in our boy cunts. I awoke around 4:30 to Alan, his cock was wedged between my ass cheeks, I wiggled a bit and it slid into my hole, his precum serving as lube in my now not so virgin hole. He pistoned in and out for about 15 minutes then shot a load into my gut, pulled out and rolled over and using my ass juices and his cream shoved into Dave, fucking him for about five minutes before blasting his second load into my best friend. Ted was once again our alarm clock about an hour later, rousing the gang for breakfast, Dave and I knowing how quickly the hot water could run out hurried to the shower before anyone else could. Alan entered as we finished rinsing each other off, Stuart entering behind him, it appeared they would be sharing the next round. Dave and I took our breakfast up to the upper deck to join our dads and our brothers for the morning pep talk “Morning guys hope you all had a restful sleep last night because today starts the holiday weekend, for the returning sons, boyfriends, and for the new guys as well there has been some improvements to the lower and upper eastside latrines, shower areas over the winter. Vending machines have been installed with provisions, they have security installed to prevent tampering as well as automatic gates to close them during nighttime hours after 9pm and before 7 in the morning. Have fun this weekend as the work will be hard but we must all show our guest a good time. John will be staying aboard today to prepare the cove for this weekend’s festivities. In addition to the daily invites to the ARK you will each also be given 5 passes to the cove, water shuttles will be running on a regular basis between 4 and 7 and again between 1 and 3 in the morning to get our guest here and back. I will be manning the testing center adjacent to the cantina for anyone you might invite to our little parties, they must be in possession of the invite and have on their wrist bracelets in order to board the shuttles, shuttle drivers will have a list of tested so there won’t be anyone sneaking around the procedure. If there are no questions have a great day see you this afternoon” With that we were handed the days assignments, I was paired with Alan and Chris, Dave was paired with Ben and Stuart. Ted was staying to help John with preparations for the evening’s festivities, as the 7 of us boarded a water taxi, to head to the campgrounds, Dave and I looked over the task at hand today, it appeared that we would be at opposite ends of the campgrounds after checking the overnight check-ins we would go around checking on the sites on our respective side then check the guest facilities before returning to the cantina for lunch. Alan and Chris nudged us just before arriving at the dock to the campgrounds nodding in the direction of several campers who looked about our age all setting up their campsite, all looking porn star pretty. As we arrived at the campgrounds we walked up the path to the cantina and Todd opened a door on the side of the building, I thought it was just another storeroom or something but it turned out to be a little clinic like room with a couple tables set up for interviewing and a desk, just inside the door was a reception counter, with a small box set on the counter just below the sight of those arriving to be tested. “You guys have already been tested so I know your status” Todd said and handed each of us a rubber wrist bracelet, Dave and I each got a yellow with green strip, Chris and Ben got green, and Alan and Stuart got purple with blue strips. Todd looked at our puzzled faces and smiled, “yes there is a code, but only I know it, although you’re smart enough to figure it out by end of summer if not the end of the weekend” he smiled at us and we all gave him that knowing look. We each adorned our bracelets and teamed up pulling the overnight check-in list from the printer we then went about checking in on our new guest, and double checking on our previous ones as well. Alan lead the way to the lower east side where the majority of the new campers had checked in, out of the 40 or so campsites available almost half were already full with a dozen check-ins overnight and another 20 or so scheduled for this morning and afternoon we would most likely be kept hopping. The first couple of sites we checked on were seasoned campers who had little trouble setting up camp and having some fun, a couple really hot daddy types and a couple twinks tagging along, the third site we hit had a couple of bear daddies with their “cub” they had already made use of the pole in the corner and had what I later find out to be a St. Andrews cross attached to the pole. Their cub chained to it like a wild animal wearing only a harness and jock strap. After chatting the bear daddies Alan walked up to the cub, stroking his welted back with his fingertips he slid a finger into what appeared to be a well lubed hole, using his nail to scrape just a little, then lowers his basketball shorts and slid his cock into the squirming cub, as the dads cheered him on, also encouraging me to take advantage of their boy. I walked over and began kissing the lad who couldn’t be much older than I, then fondling his caged cock and balls I slipped a finger in next to Alan’s manhood, the boy just moaned, then I slid a second and third finger in, almost jacking Alan off inside this boy’s hole. One of the bears came over to me and began to rub up and down my body and soon was spooning me from behind, slipping his beer can sized cock between my cheeks, lubing me up with his precum, before sliding into my tight hole, his hand cover my mouth as he pushed in to stifle my scream of pain and agony, I could feel my hole stretch and begin to rip. I pulled away and whispered to daddy “not so rough, gotta prep that hole, for that big of invasion daddy, maybe later this weekend you guys and your boy could swing by our party out in the cove” Seeing the daddy impale me got Alan excited and he lost a load deep inside the cub, as he pulled out the other bear cleaned off his cock and said thanks for the invite can we come tomorrow as they had some stuff already lined up for tonight. Our next couple of sites were inhabited by frat boy college types who were glad for a little assistance and inquired if what they heard about a special party for invited guest was true. They were hot and Alan and I invited them to the party on Sunday and they mentioned that they were here for two weeks and I slipped them an invite for a Mid-week party as well. I was new to all this but was willing to have as much fun this summer as possible. My ass was still stinging from Daddy bears intrusion so as we approached the Latrine-shower facility that Todd had mentioned I excused myself to double check my hole. As I rounded the corner I saw the vending machines that Todd had mentioned and was surprised at the offerings. They were stocked with some toiletries like flip-flops, aspirin, sweat towels (cumrags) and such but they also carried poppers, lube, cock rings, douche hoses and a few dildos and male enhancement products. My ass was sore and I noticed it had hemorrhoid cream as well so I slid a few dollars in and purchased a small tube of cream to soothe my aching ass. I checked for rips in the toilet are and noticed several freshly used condoms lying on the floor in the next stall, I reached over and picked them up, and several had large quantities of fresh cum in them. I tied them off, pocketing a couple for later then leaning over the latrine poured one onto my hole, working it into my ass with my fingers, mixing it with the cream from the tube made my hole glisten. Alan wondering what was taking me so long walked in as I was working the cum into my hole, stepped up and grabbed another filled condom bit the tip off and poured it over his toxic tool as he slid all the way home into my willing receptacle. Using anonymous cum for lube got Alan hard and horny as his steel rod penetrated my rectal orifice repeatedly, he pounded me into the toilet bowl holding my face down making me dizzy from the aroma of piss in the bowl. Alan didn’t last long and was soon emptying his toxic milk up my shitter. Afterward Alan apologized for his behavior and I assured him it was hot for me as well. Alan turned to leave the stall, saying he needed to use the urinal, I grabbed his hand and directed his pisser at me “You Sure” He asked and I nodded yes he began to urinate in my mouth. Having stripped down in the stall space earlier I was already naked except my jock strap, so I pulled back and allowed him to coat my body with his piss, Alan was getting hard again as I showed him my kinky side allowing him to mark you externally as he had done internally just moments ago with his demon seed. He finished urinating, or couldn’t continue due to his erection, and I stood up and kissed him “this is going to be one hot summer stud as I share you with my brothers and dads” Alan just smiled as I pulled on my tee shirt and shorts over my piss soaked body and jock, we exited the latrine as a couple of hot young campers were entering, I reached in my pocket and handed out a couple more invites to the cove, letting them know they had to stop by the testing center to get dads approval. Alan handed a couple of his invites as well, as we walked back to the cantina to meet up with Dave’s team and lunch. As we arrived back at the central cantina we noticed a short line at the testing center, we went into the cantina where Jose the cute twink dad had hired, the son of one of his associates, and he smiled at us as we collected our lunch from the back refrigerator “Looking forward to seeing you tonight at your cove party” Jose said with enthusiasm, blushing at the same time. He was a cute brunette twink with a little upturned nose, his olive complexion betraying his Spanish roots mixed with European heritage. Based on his blush I figured he knew what would be occurring that evening in the cove and on the ARK Dave nudged me and whispered “Can’t wait to get into that sweet ass of his, and I heard he is hung so can’t wait to feel him inside me, man you must have had an exciting morning given your aroma” I blushed a bit and told him about the bears ad Alan marking me, then he began his tales of hot hook ups throughout the morning, including those cute twinks that we saw on the way in and a couple other campers he ran across, this was going to be a great weekend it appeared, as we sat down outside the cantina in the shade and ate our lunches we began noticing different color wristbands popping up throughout the camp, we parted and Dave told me he would fill me in on his adventures when we got back to the ARK in a few hours.

Real is always better. However I use a ten inch dildo to make sure I am completely cleaned out. Shove it all the way in and when it comes out clean I know I'm ready for fun.

The thing guys always seem to forget about toys is that when they're using them for training their asses, or just for a wank, they're in control all the time. They feel completely different when someone else is in control. Just sayin...