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I grew up in the early 80's in a small town that was only an hour away from a fairly large city. My family rarely went there, but we got their newspaper every day. I never really cared about anything except the comics pages, but I discovered the "Arts and Leisure" section around the age of 10. I liked reading movie reviews and book reviews and I really loved the ads for all the movies they showed in the big city. It felt like such a gyp because my family didn't even have a VCR at the time. there was always one ad for a movie theater that always showed a shirtless muscle guy or some man in tiny shorts. The ad gave an address, but not the name of the place unless "Sizzling Hot Movies 24 Hours" was the name. I was well in to my late teens when I mentally decided to go to that theater one day. The ads were always vague but enticing. For around four straight weeks it showed this pouting, hot guy who I now know was Jeff Stryker. He became my secret fantasy boyfriend in those last years of high school. I knew I was gay, but had no idea how to BE gay. 1989 When it came time to pick a college, I knew I wanted to go somewhere in that city. And live there. My grades and my family's finances played a big part in me choosing a community college. Despite their somewhat humble means, my parents could be snobs and they thought the dorms were disgusting. "Like tombs made of concrete and painted in hideous colors", my mom declared. Dad thought there'd be too much partying and 'carrying on'. They agreed to put me up in a nearby apartment as long as it was under 250.00 a month and I got a on-campus job to help pay for some of my expenses. Deal! I found a place all by myself...only a few blocks from that nameless movie house. It was a studio in a sort of nice building that had virtually no smell. The neighborhood wasn't great and you could only park on the street, but I had a shitty car with no stereo, so I didn't worry about it being stolen or broken into. I moved my stuff in and nested a bit that week before classes started. I found a part-time job in the science building taking care of newts, salamanders and frogs. Feeding them was easy, but cleaning their tanks was a smelly hassle. I went to classes and met a few people who seemed nice. The studying and homework took not that much time....high school was tougher. So the weekend came and my only obligation was showing up to feed the amphibians at 11:00 am on Saturday morning. So on Friday night, I decided to go to that theater at last. I was only about three blocks from there and decided to walk. This was a pretty poor area and some of the streetlights were out and the sidewalks were crumbled and littered with broken glass. I didn't have an imposing physique, but I walked like a bad-ass who had been living here for twenty years. It worked because I arrived under the flashing lights of the marquis unscathed. There I was. I was at the no-name movie house .... finally. The sign was sloppily arranged with big plastic letters that almost properly spelled out "Deviant Pool Party" and "Leather Dungeon" and "Special Guest". OK. I was ready. The ticket counter was one-way glass and I couldn't see the woman who asked for twenty bucks. I was cool, though -- and acted like I came here all the time. There was no concession stand or the smell of popcorn. Just a simple lobby that made an attempt to look like a cinema entry. There were two doors....one led upstairs and one led downstairs. I could already hear speakers blare out the cheaply-composed music I always figured porn would have. I went upstairs. It seemed like a pretty sparse crowd down in the theater seating, but the very upper wall was crowded with guys just standing. As I let my my eyes adjust, I saw that some of them were making out intensely and about five were down on their knees giving blow jobs. OK. I just had to find a spot to be. I could lean against a wall as well as anybody. As I looked around, a couple of hands reached out and touched me...and then I was in a tangle of dudes. My crotch and ass were pawed and somebody handed me a full can of beer. I diplomatically removed myself from the impromptu molestation and made my way farther down the wall. I think I said something like "My friends are waiting for me. Be right back." But hey - I had a free beer. I strolled and drank it down. It was warm and tasted a little weird. I found a bare spot against the wall and got to lean back at least. I finally got a chance to look at the screen. Some muscle guy with a perfect ass was drilling a smaller dude on the side of a pool. It was a sunny scene and so I could see a lot of the guys around me. One of them was leaning against the back row of seats but has turned around to look right at me. He was a little chubby, but not terrible-looking. He had a handsome face, but with dark circles under his eyes. I nodded at him and he approached me. "Whatcha drinkin'?" I took another sip and told him that somebody had handed it to me. He took it from me and smelled it. "Well. Don't do that again". I grabbed it back and finished it off with one swallow. "Why not?" I was feeling just great. "Well, look behind you. Those guys drugged you so they could fuck you. Are you new to the planet or something?" I looked back and there was a small gang of shadows slowly moving toward us. "Come with me", this new friend said as he grabbed my wrist with his large hand and drug me away. We went down some stairs and through a door. We were in a whole different theater. I was confused and felt like going to sleep. "This is where they show straight porn movies. We'll be okay here for a while, but I need to get you home". I was tired but horny at the same time. I held my hero close and kissed him on the mouth. My first kiss. I reached around and caressed his ass and felt his dick grow through the crotch of his jeans. "Not a smart idea, friend". "It's the only idea I have". Over the speakers, I could hear some woman moaning in a completely fake way. "My cum is hot," he finally said. I thought that sounded sexy, so I started unzipping him and making a move to my knees so I could put it in my mouth. "Wait. Do you not understand?? I have AIDS! I'll do this, but you need to understand what it means for you". I had a head full of mud and couldn't really think of anything but sucking his dick. So I did. And he let me. It was nice at first and then he pushed a little too far in my throat and I gagged a bit. "Oh what the fuck", he said as he pulled me up and took my pants down. Before I even knew what was going on, he had his dick in my ass. My instincts ranged from screaming to falling sleep. I let it be. He was thrusting into me and telling me how sorry he was. Sorry? I was on all fours on the floor and hot cum friend was inside of me. He kept going and going. How long did gay sex last? I had to sleep soon. Then he groaned and held my hips to his crotch. "I'm sorry". I wanted to ask him why he was sorry about everything, but he quickly pulled me up and helped me get my jeans zipped as he did the same. "They're here." I yawned and said "Who?" "That posse that gave you the tainted beer. The bearded Mexican guy is poz as are most of his friends. I know at least a few of them carry knives. I have to go. I'm so, so sorry". I would miss him, but I really needed a nap now. I laid flat on the floor and had crazy dreams about men laughing as they fucked my mouth and ass. I also dreamed I was bleeding. Also hungry salamanders who would go a whole day without food.

(Based on a true story) 1993 I was at The Dixie Queen, ("DQ"), which was the sleaziest bar in my mid-sized city. I'd heard it called a 'cruise bar' and as a 'leather bar', but it was really just a place you went to when you were horny. Guys from New York or Chicago would laugh at how tame it was, but I found the place thrilling, and as it was located midway between work and my house, I went there quite frequently. The men who frequented DQ were definitely not pretty, and also didn't dress like models. In fact, most of them seemed a little dirty -- which was fine by me. Anyway -- I was sitting at a table next to my friend Brad with whom I sometimes went home. He was a giant guy who worked as a bouncer at DQ some nights. I had a feeling our friendship would soon come to an end as I know he wanted us to be actual boyfriends and I just knew it was not meant to be. Our nights together usually consisted of Brad cooing I was his boy as I sucked him off. He told me more than once that I was the only person who had ever deep-throated him completely. It's not like I was an expert or anything -- I was just so turned-on by his 6'6" frame and impressive dick and the safe opportunity to swallow his cum. The problem was I didn't want to let him fuck me. I also wondered how in the world I would ever take him home to meet my parents or my friends or my co-workers. Brad was just so big and sorta odd-looking. So we were sharing a pitcher of beer, and he was massaging my leg. Out of the blue he asked "Will you marry me?" I was a little buzzed and mentally went through all the possible responses I had in my brain, but instead of a carefully reply, I simply blurted "Yes." To celebrate, Brad bought shots for the two of us, the bartender and for a few people nearby. I swallowed the drink with a guilty conscience, knowing there was no way we would ever be a couple. Or could we? I loved his big body and his size 16 feet. I loved the taste of his cum which was always a little bitter thanks to all the coffee he drank and the cigarettes he smoked. I was also fond of the piss fetish we both seemed to be developing. A few times he'd unzip his fly and put a few squirts of urine into my drink. And one night, he pissed all over my discarded clothes on the floor so I couldn't leave and would have to spend the night with him. I should maybe really commit to Brad, shouldn't I? No. It would never work....and I knew that in my soul. The place started filling up fast. It was, after all, Friday night. Quite soon we were surrounded by rowdy dudes who had made the rounds of the local bars, and the ambient noise level prohibited conversation with even the person seated next to one - for which I suppose I was grateful, if only because serious conversations simply couldn't be undertaken. At this point I really needed to take a piss, to I mouthed 'bathroom' to Brad and disappeared into the throng. Good God, it was crowded. I managed my way through to the restroom and of course there was a line. By the time I was done there was huge throng of guys blocking me from my seat next to Brad. I stood still and looked around. I was near the bar so I made my way there to order a beer. Luckily the bartender knew me pretty well and went out of his way to serve me in this mess. (It pays to tip well.) I stood there and sipped contentedly, knowing I was already past my limit. Then some young guy touched my back and asked "Hi, having a good time?" "Yeah" I lied. "You look sad." "A few minutes ago I received a marriage proposal." After he looked me up and down he asked "By how many guys?" I smiled. He was probably around my age or maybe a year younger. While he was thin and wore glasses, I wouldn't label him a 'nerd'. "I'm Bobby and I want you to come join our party downstairs. I insist." "Well, okay." I never went to the basement of this place. I like nasty thugs as much as the next guy, but he men who went down there were always old and into bondage and role-play and shit I that didn't interest me. In addition, the basement smelled like a gerbil cage. Oh, and the staircase was so steep I was somewhat concerned I'd stumble and fall, making an ass of myself. But on this occasion, notwithstanding the amount I'd had to drink, I made it down the staircase without mishap and followed Bobby to a large table at which several guys were seated, and who were sharing three pitchers of beer. Bobby introduced me saying "This is ---- oh fuck, what's your name?" "Hi, I'm Curt." We all exchanged nods and greetings. I looked at all of them. Not a dud in the bunch. I was particularly attracted to one Latin guy who was bearded and and a bit chubby. He had the widest shoulders I'd ever seen on a guy his size. "Curt just got engaged!" "No, no," I corrected "I got proposed to." "Well, whatever. Come have a drink with us." Bobby sat me down in the only empty chair which was right next to the Latin I'd been subtly ogling. Bobby remained standing and would disappear every so often to deliver shots to us all. I must have been pretty drunk because I picked up one of the pitchers and drank from the rim of it. Looks were exchanged around the table, but I didn't care too much. Bobby stood behind me and rubbed my shoulders. "Don't get too wasted, Curt. We're all going to the hot tub now!" I took one more swig from the nearest pitcher and said, "Let's go!" I only briefly thought of Brad as we made our way out into the night air. Turns out we were going to a condo which was a short walk from the front door. I don't remember too much about the trip. The next thing I knew, we were all stripping naked around a giant hot tub -- or a jacuzzi. What was the difference? The bubbling, blue water looked so inviting. I was the first in, and the others plopped down around me. It was so nice that I was afraid Id go to sleep and drown. Somebody (probably Bobby) pushed a bottle of poppers under my nose. I took a whiff. It made me dizzy, but less sleepy. I looked around and saw all the bare chests. This was heaven. Then I noticed some bare cock heads popping up from the water like periscopes. And some toes. Heaven indeed. I felt the urge to go under water...and to float in this nirvana. I did. It felt like a dream. "Whoa. Let's get him out," somebody said. Several wet hands lifted me onto a wide wooden bench covered with white towels. I could still hear the bubbles. The a giant body covered me with hairy warmth. It was the big Latin guy on whom I had a crush. I might be reluctant to marry Brad, but I'd definitely marry the Latin who, at this moment, first addressed me saying, somewhat cryptically,, "This ain't going to be easy." I didn't know what he meant because I was busy kneading his big ass cheeks and enjoying the sensation of his controlling weight on my body. And then he prodded his big cock head into me. I yelled, but one of the other dudes clamped a towel over my mouth while somebody else secured my shoulders, preventing me from squirming away from the Latin who continued pumping my ass. Not once did it felt good. I tried to remember how hot I thought he was earlier, but it didn't matter now. Funny how that works? And it was only a minute later that he finished up with a loud grunt. Bobby whispered into my ear: "He's the biggest, so the rest won't hurt as much." The rest? After that every dude fucked me on that bench. And, as far as I could tell, not one used a condom, nor was even one of the encounters even slightly pleasurable. An then Bobby was in me. I remember thinking he looked much cuter without his glasses, and in any event, he kissed me passionately, and fucked me as vigorously as the rest of the guys, but unlike the other guys, I actually enjoyed being fucked by Bobby. Looking back I think his cock was ramming my prostate on each down stroke - which, of course made all the difference, and taught me why many guys crave being fucked. Afterward Bobby blew and we caught our breath, he helped me to my feet and we all dressed - in an awkward silence. I couldn't help but notice my legs were smeared with blood and cum. Bobby walked me out. "You've got several HIV loads inside your ass, including mine. We all do this to a different young guy every weekend, but I need you to know that you are very sweet and cute. If I didn't have a lover, I'd ask you out." "Which one is your lover?" "He was the second guy to fuck you. Let me drive you home, okay? You are out of it and still bleeding," he remarked, gesturing at my feet. A little trail of bright red droplets glistened in the deck lighting. Bobby dropped me off at my place, he promised to help me come get my car over the weekend. "By the way, I'm sorry your engagement didn't work out."

First will say fiction may be based on real story. Ok well it all started one afternoon in May the weather was hot as hell and I had finally completed a very long stretch of 7 day straight work weeks and was relieved that my vacation had finally arrived , I was going to be off for 2 weeks plus I was using my 4 personal days and 2 sick days to add to vacation so I had 3 weeks off and my girlfriend and I decided to kick it off with a party and she invite some of her bitchy stuck up girlfriends and I invite a few of my buddies and I knew she had plans to play match maker again , my buddies were a few dudes that I skateboard with , everything is skateboard and video games , so a chance to hang with some girls got them to come over right away. The party started off fine and one of my buds called on his way over and asked if I was off for 3 weeks that I should let him bring over some party favors and we all get twisted crazy high , I wasn't sure what he had in mind but Hell I was on vacation and I was up for experimenting with what ever he brought . My bud showed up and hit it off right away with one of the girls and they passed around little purple pills with a cartoon on them and we all took one and hung out on the back patio and swam in the pool and about 30 mins later we all began to feel the pill and it was amazing my bud said we were rolling our ass off . every one became very friendly except for my girlfriend I was talking with one of her girls and must of got lost in the conversation talking for a long time and my girlfriend got extremely pissed off and said that I was flirting. and she threw a huge fit and yelled and made a very load scene and told everyone they had to get the fuck out and told me she was sick of me anyway and wanted me to pack my things and move out of the house. The house belonged to her and I had only lived with her for a few weeks so I mostly had only some clothes and my skateboard gear and a t.v and a bed that I kept in spare room and used on the nights that she was not in the mood which was like all the time. So one of my skater buds said he had a couple of dudes he knew that lived together and needed a room mate, but that they were very alternative and they loved to get high and party a lot . But I didn't have really any options I needed a place immediately and Hell I was fucking extremely high from what my bud brought over so couldn't really be against dudes partying or being alternative I guess . So he called them and they said they were home all weekend and to come over . They were hanging out partying and listening to music and surfing on their computers , and the spare room was clean and empty and ready if I wanted to bring my stuff over. I asked my bud what they wanted me to bring them for a deposit or first months rent and they said fuck that just come over and hang out and party with them and if I liked the place and they think I am what they are looking for then we could work something out . I loaded my stuff in my buds truck which took like only 30 mins and we headed over , So on the way I was so fucking high and almost forgot to ask what my bud meant by they were alternative and also what were they looking for in a room mate ? And he told me that they were both alternative lifestyle dudes meaning that they we both openly gay and they were looking for a young college or punk type that was straight and good looking ,, I said I really was unsure about moving in with 2 gay dudes and why were they looking for a straight roommate , forgetting about the good looking part , and my friend said they must want a straight room mate so they don't have any competition from a room mate when they hang out or have parties and that they probably will get a kick out of showing me off to their friends and make them jealous . I that must be the good looking part ,they want to have their friends think that they have a straight dude that is cool hanging with them and that maybe behind closed doors there might be some messing around going on that nobody knows . I thought well Fuck it , I am straight and I like girls and I don't care what color someone is or if they are gay or straight or bi or what ever , My school had all types of dudes and I was friends with many of them and comfortable around any of them .And if they think I look hot when they meet me and they will have fun messing with their friends making them jealous and wonder what's going on then that's cool with me. I really need a place and if everyone thinks I'm hot then hell it might make me feel really good about myself and I will enjoy the attention as I hang out with them and I know that a lot of them have straight female friends that they call { fag hags } and I will have no completion either. So we get to the house and it is a very large almost mansion size home and all the houses are spread way apart with lots of property and trees between them , So we get to the door and someone yells in a very load and girly voice to just come in it open , and they are in the back living room , the house looked like it was filled with many rooms that were big enough to be a living room ,when we got to the back room both guys were hanging out on big sofas playing on their laptops and loud music that sounded really cool coming from speakers in the walls. But their was a huge 80 inch screen t.v playing and I thought it was some kind of video with the music , but as we sat down and said hello and waited for them to look up and respond and chat with us , when I looked back at the screen I realized it was like some kind of model show or maybe soft porn , because they were all guys naked but dancing and flexing their muscles and rubbing eachother but not having sex . I might have been nervous any other time but I was still so fucking high that I didn't care. then they finally stopped typing on their laptops and looked up and said OHHH FUCK to my bud ,that he didn't tell them that I was fucking HOT , and the other guys said he loved my outfit and that skater dudes are his ultimate fantasy and that normally everyone takes off their shoes when they are in the house but in my case they make an exception , I can keep my high top converse on anytime and put them on the furniture or rest them in his lap while we sit together on the couch watching Porn then he laughed and said opps I mean t.v . then the other guy said did I like the house and I said hell ya and he said lets go out and get your things and put them in my room opps he laughed again I mean in your new room. So I agreed and that was it I was going to be the new roommate , and we got my stuff and then sat back down and they passed me a pipe and said smoke on this for a while and tell them if I like it , it was some really good but strong stuff . and I didn't know what it was but I took it any way and began puffing away and suddenly I was feeling very very good and I asked what was it that I was smoking and he laughed and said wow you are going to be a lot of fun , and for me to just keep smoking away on it and don't worry what its called and it just another drug like any other , so hell if felt amazing like nothing I have ever felt so I couldn't help it I just kept smoking it and he came over and filled it back up really full and said just hold on to it and smoke away they had 2 other pipes on the table and that one was now mine . My bud said that he was glad that I liked the place and that he would stay but the girl from the party was texting him to come back over that they were back at my now x girl friends place , So I said it was all cool and he should go have fun and I was glad that she kicked me out , she was a nasty bitch to me all the time and she never wanted to fool around , she always had an excuse why we couldn't make out or have sex .. and my bud got up and walked out the door and said he'd call me later ,, then the other guy got up from his laptop and came over and sat next to me and said so why don't you tell me all about it , tell me how that nasty bitch treated you and how you had to put up with her being selfish and mean teasing you and holding out on sex , , then he said I wont bite but I'm serious why don't you put your legs up on the couch , leave your converse on and rest them on my legs . while you tell me how she didn't have sex with you and had to get hard and go without and did my balls get really full and hurt because I had no one to relieve them .So I put my legs up and rested my converse on his legs , he then grabbed my converse and pulled them into his lap and pushed them into his crotch he then said that he went to school to do massage and he started rubbing my legs and as I continued to tell him about my awful girlfriend the other dude got up and came over and sat on my other side and asked how I was feeling and I said I was feeling so incredibly high and I don't think I ever felt so high before but it felt so good and I loved how it felt . then I realized the other guy was rubbing my back and the other guy had one hand rubbing my leg and the other hand had ahold of my converse and was moving them around on his crotch but maybe he was just adjusting them to get comfortable , even though I could swear that I could feel something hard in his lap when it rubbed against my ankle . The other guy then began to take off my shirt, and said that its summer time and I need to relax and be comfortable . and I was feeling really high from smoking and just then he put the pipe back in my mouth and said smoke so I did and I was feeling great ,but also I was also feeling kinda dizzy but not in a bed way , almost kinda like I was high and drunk and stoned all at the same time . and he handed me my drink and said to have some more , and I didn't remember having a drink but I was high so I must have forgot , and I continued to tell them all about the hell I went through and was getting all my stress out telling them while they smoothed it away rubbing me all over . I looked over at the big screen t.v and it was no longer the soft video that was playing , I was a guy sitting back in a chair and someone down between his legs working on his cock I think I couldn't tell because I looked away so as not to be caught watching it if it was a gay porn , but then the one guy commented on the video and I naturally looked again and it was a guy in a chair but he was tied down to the chair and the other person was also a guy and he had ahold of the dudes cock and was sucking and pumping it with his hand , while the guy in the chair struggled and moved trying to free himself the other dude just kept on working his cock and ignored his bound hostage . I then noticed that both guys were now rubbing my body all over and that my shorts were completely off and I was wearing only my boxer briefs , and realized that the other dudes were down to their underwear also , but they were actually jock straps , and again the guy was rubbing my converse against his crotch, but was definitely his bulge , I looked again at the t.v and saw that the dude working his cock was standing up beside the other dude and he was forcing him to take a shot of something , then he gave him another shot of something but this time it was on his cock , and the guy in the chair began to cough and he stopped struggling, and his cock was fucking super hard like it had been pumped up with an air hose and was about to burst , the other guy went back down and began sucking and jacking him again , as he put some kind of liquid on his fingers of his other hand then he began rubbing it on his own hole and was pushing his fingers into his own hole , I then looked away and the one dude said to me was it ok that the tv was playing porn , and I said I didn't care , it was their house and they are gay so gay porn is what you like , I'm sure if you come in my room sometime I may have on straight porn , then the other guy said when it comes down to it , it is all just sex and the act of giving another person pleasure , , I then looked back at the t.v and said well maybe but why is the other guy tied down and he was struggling before but now his cock is crazy hard and he is just sitting back and moaning ,, and they both said that is because the guy tied down is straight and the other guy shot him up with the drug that you are smoking and his cock is shot up with a medical hard on medicine that will keep his cock hard for like 2 hours and make him cum 3 or 4 even 5 times . I said oh I see but before I could speak I saw the guy sucking his cock get up and sit down on the other dudes lap and he reached down and guided the dudes cock into his ass and he was not wearing a condom either and the dude began slowly pumping up and down on the other dudes cock as he sat back and moaned like crazy , and the 2 guys rubbing me said that the guy tied down has now finally surrendered and is enjoying what is happening ,, and the other dude said yes now he is going to get his cock milked and that dude riding him is going to milk load after load after load from him and make him cum deep up inside his hungry ass . But before I could speak the 2 dudes forced me up and took me over to a chair in front of the t.v and sat me down and forced my hands and ankles to be tied to the chair , the other dude said as he was holding a needle in his hand , that I was about to get the same thing happen to me but that I am going to be extremely high and my cock hard as a rock all day and all night because both the dudes want my cock and lots and lots and lots of cum ,the dude told me that they are going to milk load after load after load from me with their hungry bouncing holes on my cock making me cumm and shoot it deep up inside them then use it for lube to begin milking me all over again , they told me that I was not their room mate , but that I was now their slave and my cock now belongs to them and no more nasty girl bitch ,, from now on my balls are will be producing loads of cum all day every day , and they are going to be milking me every day over and over and I will no longer need to be tied down , that I will surrender and obey they as they tell me to sit back or lay back while they milk all the cum from me that their hungry holes want and need , my new purpose is producing cum to feed their holes. and the other dude shot a load of cum all over the rubber toe caps of my converse and told me that I could never wash it off , that other dudes must see the cum on my converse and know that it marks me that I'm am owned by a master and the other dude shot his load on the other rubber toe cap and said marked and owned by 2 masters ., They kept me extremely high all the tie for my whole 3 week vacation , and milked me so many times I could never even try to think how many times it was , they even had a couple bb bottom dudes that were online and said they could not find any dick ,,they had them come over and made me sit back and let them milk a few loads out with their holes too , .

I do not get to play as much as I like. But Thursday I was able to have someone over and he fisted me hard for 3 hours. Punch fisting and double fisting. The only reason we stopped was the bleeding from my ass was getting to be too much (for him). Then Friday night I went to the bathhouse. Slammed in my room. Got fucked raw in my room, in blackout room, through glory hole, and in sling. Got a few loads in me. Was a young black guy with a huge cock. I was one of 2 in a sling and 2 others on fuck benches. He went from guy to guy fucking all 4 of us so my ass had his cock and ass juices and cum from the other 3 on his cock into my home. Finally he came in my hole which inspired 2 others to breed me. One whispered that he was poz and was it ok if he came in me. I pushed harder against his cock then said so all could hear to fuck his poz load in my hole and he did. Then Saturday night was similar at the bathhouse. But this 20 year old fucked me in the blackout room and others were listening (and watching as much as possible in total black). Made me laugh that a few felt his cock and my hole to see if he was fucking me raw. When they could tell he was I heard NICE. Later in the hallway I saw him and leaned against the wall and he fucked me in bright light with others watch or just walked by. Very hot weekend. I only got about 10 loads in my hole and no piss, but it was great.

The following is based on true events, however some changes have been made to heighten the story. I cannot disclose what is truth and what is fiction. It was a Sunday morning and I was on BBRT chatting to various guys, when a guy I know in Newcastle asked what I was up to. We switched to MSN to save messages, and he told me how he had arranged one of his group parties for that evening. I had often heard the exploits of his parties in which all tops are generally poz, and all the bottoms are generally neg except where he has to make up numbers. This Sunday he'd arranged for a group of neg bottoms to come for an all bareback group session, but two of the bottoms had dropped out meaning there would be nine tops and two bottoms. Given the disparity in numbers, he thought I might want to attend to help make up the numbers, especially given I'm neg, the tops would be pleased. I couldn't really afford to travel so he offered to pay, and I agreed as long as he could get me to the train station for the first train back so that I could get to work. I asked about the other bottoms, and they were both safe sex bottoms, and there was a potential third (who ended up coming). The organiser had met these guys and had condom-only sex with them a number of times, and floated the idea of group sex, to which they agreed. His usual approach was to ask them about group sex, and if they liked the idea would tell them about the bareback group sessions he hosts, but he made it clear he would only extend an invitation to the guys if it was certain they were neg 'cause the tops were very particular about the bottoms, which included the provision the bottoms were not allowed to inquire as to the status of the tops, which meant that he never had to lie. When the evening arrived, I was one of four bottoms. I was also the only bottom who knew the status of the tops. While people were arriving we sat round drinking plenty of vodka and various shooters. After a while the tops started to make their moves and began to strip the bottoms. There were nine tops all aged between 30 and 50, and four bottoms, (three of whom were in the range of 18 to 20, and at 26, I was the oldest bottom). As the night progressed and all the bottoms had taken four or so cocks, the first bottom gave up and left the session, having decided his ass was too sore to continue. I looked disapprovingly as he left as he hadn't fulfilled his responsibility to serve the needs of the tops over his personal preferences.* The rest of us continued playing, and I'm fairly sure up to this point there had been no discussion about status, but when one of the tops noticed blood mixed into the cum leaking from one of the bottom's hole, he slid into the bottom announcing "We have a bleeder, boys!" He pounded the bottom's hole quite roughly, and just before he climaxed, he specifically asked the bottom "You want my load?" "God, yes," the bottom gasped. With that permission, the top spurted deep in the bottom's arse, exclaiming as he did, "Yeah! Take my load boy, take my toxic load. I'm gonna work this deep into your guts so you never forget it!" The bottom pushed him off and got very upset, and saying "I'm neg and want to stay that way. You guys lied to me!" At that point our host intervened, answering "No one lied to you, and not only didn't you ask about the HIV status of the tops, perhaps you should have considered the risks of bareback sex before you accepted the invitation to this session." The other bottom looked shocked, but then when asked if he wanted to continue, he asked who was poz, and when he realized he had taken four poz loads, he remarked "Well, a few more aren't going to make that much difference." In the time at his disposal he managed to take another two loads before he had to make his departure, which left me as the only available bottom. By this point I was the only bottom left, and all the tops were still up to relieving themselves of at least one more load. As a subservient bottom I felt obliged to continue and managed to accommodate each man one more time, one-by-one. When they had all gone my friend asked if I was could manage to give him one more go around. Notwithstanding I was exhausted and my arse had seen better days, I decided the least I could do for the host was to offer up my hole for him one more time. Across the night, I took fifteen or sixteen anal loads, and several more oral loads. By the time I left my arse was quite sore, and blood and cum were leaking from my hole and oozing my leg. By the way, it's been a week. My arse is still a bit sore, but I am certainly glad I accepted the invitation to attend the session.

This chapter is dedicated to joethomas and his hot, unmedicated poz dick. CHAPTER 13: Chris: Watching Ty being bred and then seeing him naked and blindfolded in front of us was almost too much. My cock was very hard and very wet. Just then my phone buzzed. Our exchange follows: Jake: sup My mind reeled at the thought of of Jake. That guy has impeccable timing. Chris: Hard and horned. And wet. Jake: Oh, yeah? Wanna fuck? Chris: Hell yeah. Come over. I wanna see this hole bred. Jake: Hot! Can be over in about a half hour or so. Chris: Cool. Jake: Hope you want it. I must be potent. I knocked up two guys recently I’ve been fucking. I mouthed the words 'Fuck yeah', a perverted grin crossing my face at the idea of Jake breeding Ty. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Mark: The sight of my son fucking and dumping a poz load in a young guy’s ass normally makes me hard as fuck, but at that moment my cock was locked down in a cock cage, which was becoming somewhat uncomfortable. Tyler might just be 20, but he was hot and ready, and apparently taking unmedicated loads like a champ. I knew Chris said he was on PrEP, then went off of it for his at-the-time boyfriend, then started taking it again, but now he’s obviously off. So young and full on bug chasing. Chris and I watched as he flushed a nearly full bottle of Truvada down the toilet, returning with an empty bottle, all to entice Cod to breed him. I had never known Cody to be so adamant about something. He must been determined to poz Tyler, although, to be honest, I was somewhat jealous that Cod chose to fuck Tyler rather than fuck me. I really wanted Cod's poz swimmers deep inside my ass. In front of us, Tyler was on his knees, leaning into the large chair as Cody teasing the crack of Tyler's ass, even as he looked at me, licking his lips. They were both teasing us. Precum leaked from my cock as my boy gave the impression he wanted to fuck the chrome off my bumper. If at that very moment I wasn't poz, I definitely intended to convert and Cody was just the man to make it happen. I wished I was at home with him right now having hot, sweaty, piggy dad/son sex the way should be. Mentally I could hear myself shouting "Cod, POZ ME!" as I watched him wipe his precum all up and down the crack of Tyler’s perfect little ass. Chris was watching as intently as was I, so I gave him a hint of my condition by taking his hand and moving it so his fingers were bathed in the precum flowing from my cock head. Smiling, Chris licked his fingers clean as we both watched intently as Cody's poz dick continued slowly torturing Tyler's ass. “You need more boy," Cody piped up. “Yeah, yeah,” Tyler softly murmured, his lips barely moving. “Good boy. I think there’s at least one more load for you. I'm gonna ruin that hole for you, boy. That what you want?” “Fuck yeah,” Tyler again murmured. “Gonna knock you up boy,” Cody softly grunted, adding “Now, move over to the couch for me,” instructed, gently guiding Tyler into position. Chris and I were occupying the couch so we stood and moved out of the way, conscientiously moving quietly, but I got the impression Tyler suspected he and Cody were not alone, that there was one or more present in the room, and he apparently was on the cusp of saying something when he was distracted when Cody who gently guided on his knees, towards the couch, instructing him “That’s it boy … don’t talk … just move your body, gonna get you in position, ready for more cock.” Complying, Tyler didn't say a word but moved into the position as Cody directed. Chris and I re-seated ourselves at opposite ends of the couch so that Cody and Tyler were in the center. Once in position Cody reached around giving feeling Tyler’s cock a feel, noting “You need to nut, Ty. You really need to get off.” Tyler nodded in agreement as Cody felt him up. Cody gestured to me, indicating he wanted me closer. When I was re-seated, Cody placed my hand on Tyler's ass, gesturing that I should explore Tyler's butt. "Aahhhhhh….” moaned Tyler as I played with him. As Cody was also exploring Tyler's body, using two hands, Tyler must have known there were at least two in the room, although he didn't actually say as much, rather he indicated his understanding with subtle bodily movements. Leaning in, Cody kissed me, whispering very, very quietly “Suck him … suck him off … don’t swallow the load, though.” I grinned, gave Cody a quick kiss, nodded and squeezed into the space between Tyler and the couch in order to get at the boy’s cock. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Chris: My arm pits were sweating profusely as I watched my little brother being fucked and bred on cam, but as I witnessed this all play out in front of me, I felt dampness not only in my pits, but also at my crotch. Not only did I crave sex with Tyler - I also wanted Cody’s poz cock. And both Tyler and Cody were right in front of me. I needed to play with these guys, and I also knew it was possible I had already converted, if only because Jake had been regularly fucking me as of late. I relished the possibility that in fucking Tyler, I might, through my rigid cock, transmit Jake’s virus into his body. I thought to myself “I’m in heat … I need to fuck and I need to be fucked,” adding the thought "Tyler is such a hot little slut he deserves a big, possibly poz load from his older brother. Right?” Cody told Tyler to move toward the couch and guided him in that direction. Mark and I moved out of the way. When Cody and Tyler were situated, Cody went back to teasing Tyler’s hole. “Mmmmm...”, I heard Tyler moan as Cody rubbed his cock up and down Tyler's ass crack. “You need to nut, Ty, you need to get off,” Cody commented as he continued to tease Ty, simultaneously reaching around to feel him up. Tyler moaned his approval as he pinched his tits. I could see the sea of sweat pouring down his chest. Cody was virtually torturing Ty, rubbing and licking the back of his neck, and nudging his hole. Cody looked over at at the two of us, and motioned for his Dad to move in closer, and when he was sufficiently close, Cody pulled him in very close, gave him a kiss, and whispered a couple of words in Mark's ear. Mark returned Cody's kiss, stooped down, taking Tyler’s cock into his mouth. “Ahhhhhhh… ahhhh...” escaped a moan from Tyler, and a part of me was a bit jealous of my little brother. Perhaps recognizing my sheer need to get some action, Cody shot me a grin, and gestured for me to make a silent approach, and when I was within reach Cody asked “You need some more cock in your ass Ty? That what you need?” as his cock continued to massage Tyler's ass crack. “Ahhhh… ahhhhh … mmmmm yes … yes, … please,” Ty answered, almost purring as he responded to the invitation and to Mark's expert ministrations to his cock. Cody spat in his hand, took my cock, smiled, and then positioned my cock against Tyler's hole murmuring “You’re about to get it Ty, you’re about to the cock you want so bad.” I suppose Ty could most certainly recognize Cody was accompanied by another guy, but he didn't seem to respond as if he knew what was about to happen. Pushing me into position behind Tyler, Cody spread Tyler’s cheeks apart with one hand as he simultaneously scooped the precum oozing off of my cock and smearing it onto Tyler's hole. Cody further prepared us by rubbing a bit of cool lube onto my cock and into Tyler's crack. I took great inward pleasure in the thought of playing a role in Tyler's seroconversion. As a counselor at an HIV testing and outreach center, I had counseled many men on ways to avoid HIV, and Tyler and I had had more than one conversation on the subject, yet there we were, horny, naked, and wet. I was about to fuck and breed my brother’s ass, and I was about to do so, knowing that after several extremely hot and extremely unsafe fuck sessions which culminated in Jake filling me with his poz sperm, I might well have also seroconverted. One or two rubs and Cody made it clear he wanted my cock inside Tyler and, applying pressure to the small of my back, he guided my cock into Tyler's ass. “Ahhhh…. Ahhhh… so good,” cooed Ty. Cody leaned over and in a quiet, soft voice asked “That what you want boy?” “Yes … ahhh… yes”, moaned Tyler. “Glad you like it, boy. You can have this cock any time you want it," Cody remarked. Before this occasion I had never fucked Ty, but I remember thinking, hoping that this would be the first of many such occasions. My rock hard, well lubricated cock ground its way ever deeper into Tyler’s beautifully smooth butt. I took hold of his waist and slowly pull him onto my dick, allowing his weight to drive it even deeper. “Ahhhh…. Fuck… Fuck… so good,” I involuntarily moaned out loud. Recognizing my voice, I felt a jolt surge through Tyler. It was my turn to smile at Cody. Now Tyler knew my bare cock was inside his ass. Of course what Tyler didn't know was the frequency with which Jake fucked me, and likewise the relatively high probability I was actually poz. Sadist that I can be, I thought “Maybe I’ll get tested later.” Tyler and I got into rhythm, pumping our cocks in unison, my hard cock slipping in and out of Ty's ass, matching Ty's every motion. Then hands grabbed my waist, held us still for a moment, as a large knob pushed against my hole. Cody’s hard, fat cock was sliding deep inside my ass. I moaned uncontrollably as it completely filled my fucking warm asshole. The rhythm of the session had now completely changed as Cody, in joining the group, immediately took control. With each thrust of his pulsating cock deep in my ass, the power of his plunges pushed my cock deeper into Tyler, causing his cock to echo the motion inside Mark's warm wet mouth. With each cycle Cody almost completely withdrew his hard-on from my ass, with only his cock head remaining inside my hole. I did the same, and supposed Ty was doing the same inside Mark's mouth. Soon we were all in unison, and another vigorous, urgent cycle of pounding cock ensued. I knew Cody had just blown a load, and therefore could fuck me without concern of cumming, but with each thrust into my little brother I was closer and closer to falling over the edge into the abyss. It was so hot: fucking my brother while he mouth-fucked Cody’s Dad and as Cody fucked me. Gradually Cody increased the tempo of his assault on my ass, which caused me to do the same to Ty, and Ty followed suit to Mark. “Ohhhhh fuck… so good… your cock is so fucking good,” I heard Tyler murmur, as, over and over, the hairs of my sweaty crotch slammed against his ass. Notwithstanding the intensity of the three-way, not until Ty blew his massive cum load into Mark's mouth did a chain reaction result in everyone else getting off: just as Tyler's balls were draining themselves into Mark, Tyler's ass muscles tightened around my cock, causing me to violently orgasm, with the result I completely filled Ty's amazing ass gobs and gobs of hot white, possibly poisonous, semen spurting from the head of my dick. Each volley of cum caused me to gasp in pleasure. Not surprisingly, my orgasm pushed Cody over the edge: his hard cock swelled in my ass, his balls retracted, readying themselves for an explosion, which immediately followed with Cody filling my ass with his infected seed. As Cody’s orgasm began to take control of him, his grasp on my waist clamped even stronger and he repeatedly plunged his hips against my ass, sending his angry cock deeper than ever before. Shot after shot of cum fired from his cock deep inside my hole, filling me with his own special sauce. He gave me his warm, gooey, toxic cum, as I filled my brother with a concoction which I hoped to be similarly toxic. It seemed to me each man's orgasm lasted a life time, that my cock just kept filling Ty's ass, even as my ass was being filled by Cody. Still, eventually we all began to slow our violent thrusts, eventually coming to a complete stop as the last drops of spunk drained from our rock hard cocks into each other’s body. I softly kissed and licked Tyler’s neck the way Cody had, softly murmuring “Love you Ty,” thereby letting him confirm my identity. "Oh my god, that’s fucking fantastic!" Cody enthusiastically commented, as, having caught his breath, he withdrew from my ass. No one could possibly have missed the plopping sound which accompanied his withdraw. We separated and Cody reached around me, pulling off Tyler’s blindfold. Tyler looks down at Mark, who's mouth was closed and presumably full of cum. Glancing first at me, and then at Cody, I could see Tyler was processing what just happened. A smile passed over his face. “Dad,” Cody expectantly commented, prompting Mark to rise to his feet and give me a deep, French kiss, a kiss that seemed endless. From my peripheral vision, it seemed Tyler was watching intently, so I'd like to think he was well aware Mark and I weren't merely tongue wrestling, but rather Mark was actively sharing Tyler’s load with me, that, for the first time, I was tasting my baby brother’s semen. Eventually Mark and I parted, and n so doing, a few drops escaped our lip lock and dribbled down onto my chin. No words are spoken as we’re all enjoying the light of our orgasm. I look at Tyler. His eyes, pleading, looking at me. Subconsciously I leaned in toward him, and he leaned in towards me. Suddenly we were kissing, and as we did so, I remember thinking “I sure hope he can taste some of his own delicious spunk." Cody and Mark dressed and left as Tyler and I made out. I couldn't get enough of my baby brother. The thought that I had dumped a load in his ass kept my cock wet, and it was clear Tyler was excited, if only because of the kisses with which he showered me. Eventually, however, we broke off kissing, and simply gazed at each others, only to smile, and resume kissing. After several minutes passed, I found my lips to be all but numb - there's only so much making out one can undertake - apparently. I couldn't believe we had waited so long to play with each other, so I got to my feet, took his hand, and suggested "Let’s go to my room.” Tyler shot me a quick smile and nodded in agreement. Once there, we climbed into bed, and I reached over him to confirm the camera was still recording - I wanted a record of the hot scene of two brothers about to have sex. Then an idea hit me, "Be right back Ty… don’t go anywhere.” Jumping out of bed, I walked into the living room, searching the closet for two of the test kits from work. Before I found the kit, however, Jake’s head appeared in the window of the front door. I opened the door even before he could knock, and gestured for him to enter. Giving him a quick kiss, I softly welcomed him saying “Come on in sexy … you’re just in time for some fun … get naked.” Jake smiled, gave me another kiss, and removed his shirt, ad I returned to the closet, finally locating the two HIV test kits of which I was thinking. Giving me a quizical look, Jake gestured at the kits. “Just gonna run a test for Ty and myself," I explained, adding “Stay here for a minute, get naked and let me start these,… be right back.” Taking the test kits into my bedroom, I placed them on the night table, sat down, and gave Tyler a kiss. He asked “You wanna test? Can’t we...." “Yeah, we could wait but I wanna know now,” I responded as I opened the kits, swabbed our arms, and put the test strips into the liquid. Kissing Tyler another time, I commented "One more time, be right back sexy."

Brad is totally my type: tall, lean, and having a basketball player's build, has reddish-brown hair and the most sexy light brown eyes. He's 6' 6", 190 pounds and 26 years old. He is simply one of the sexiest guys I've ever known, he has a gorgeous eight inch cock and a great set of balls. I was very happy with him, and had been with him for six months when he found out that he was poz. I was negative, and during those six months when we had sex, Brad had never cum in me ... although I asked for him to. I thought it was quirky at first that he wouldn't shoot inside me, but just let it go, although I knew ex had done IV drugs and they had plenty of bareback sex.) When he told me he was poz, he said he would understand if I broke it off with him, feeling I deserved a less-challenging relationship. I wouldn't hear of it. Three months later we moved in together into a West Hollywood apartment and had sex all the time - always bareback. Brad's doctor suggested he attend a gay men's poz support group where he could talk about being poz with guys who could understand. That's where he met Justin, who was also in a poz-neg relationship. Justin and I are surprisingly similar in build, 6 foot tall, 185 pounds, 28 years old and light brown hair. They both had the same HIV doctor and had met once before in the doctor's office, although just in passing. Since the beach is a long drive, Brad and I regularly went to a bathhouse, North Hollywood Spa that has an outdoor sun deck. We'd lay out to get some sun and then go inside to have some fun, always together. It worked for us in our new relationship, so why not? Being around other hot naked guys just got us even more horny for each other. Shortly after Brad joined the poz support group, we ran into Justin on Santa Monica Blvd, and he told me he thought it was cool that I was OK with Brad being poz ... and that his neg partner wouldn't touch him at all because of it. I said "You're a hottie! I can't imagine any man not wanting to be naked with you!" OK, so sometimes my 'edit mode' doesn't work well, and I guess the cat was out of the bag. Justin was hot and now he and Brad knew I thought as much. Justin wanted to know how Brad fucked my neg ass without him pozzing me, so Brad explained he would pull out of my ass right when he was starting to cum and then shoot on my abs. That way we were able to avoid condoms and also avoid having me seroconvert. Then Brad apparently had a brain storm 'cause he said "Rob and I are going to lay out naked at the tubs on Saturday," adding "would you like to join us?" Justin was up for it as his boyfriend was out of town for work, so we arranged for Justin to meet at our place and then we'd head out together. Justin had never been to a bathhouse before, so we got him checked in and inside. I got a big room for us to throw our stuff into, with the thought we'd strip down and then head to the sun deck. That's when Brad and I first saw Justin's cock. Holy Fuck, it was huge and he was sporting a Prince Albert. His nipples were also pierced, which I also found hot. I definitely wanted his cock in a big way. While I knew the poz support group’s rules said Brad and Justin were not supposed to play around with each other, I had the distinct feeling that rule would be broken before we went home that day. Brad and I chose to lay naked, and Justin wore a Speedo as he wanted a tan line. Brad and Justin lay next to each other, and my lounge chair was in front of their's, which, as long as I was on my stomach, made it really convenient for me to stare at Justin's basket. The Speedo barely contained his pierced poz cock. I wanted it. So did Brad. I had a spritz bottle, so after a little bit, I misted water on me to cool off. I then to be a dickhead, adjusted the stream to a jet and squirted Brad directly in the balls. That got his attention! His cock started getting hard, so I continued doing it. Justin laughed at what I was doing, so I squirted his Speedo as well, then worked the stream up to his nips. My cock was hard. Brad's cock was hard, and Justin's cock was filling out his Speedo even more. "Let's take a break inside and cool off," I suggested, wanting to be naked with these two studs. The three of us showered off downstairs and then headed to the room, "Just for a couple minutes." But no sooner had the door behind us, than we lost our towels, and we were three guys in heat, making out and feeling each other up, our cocks drooling precum like crazy. We were horny and needed to get off. In no time, the three of us were on the bed and ravaging each other. I was on my back with Brad sucking my cock, while Justin sucked Brad's cock. It wasn't too long before it was time to switch-up. "I gotta get a taste of my first pierced cock," Brad said. I said "Don't get him off, because I want some too." Justin wasn't used to three-ways, and this was his first since he converted to being poz, and he certainly wasn't used to a neg guy being so hot for his poz cock. Brad switched places and laid on his back and Justin crawled up to straddle Brad and fed him his cock. This was a great opportunity for me to get Brad's cock up my hole and to feel up Justin while he got his cock sucked by Brad. Justin blocked Brad's view, so Brad was surprised when I lubed up his bare cock and lowered myself onto him. I moaned at how hot Brad's cock felt up my ass ... and what a hot view I had of Justin's butt and hot body. He turned around to see what I was up to behind him, and was surprised I was taking Brad's cock right there. It was erotic as hell to watch Brad suck on another poz cock, and I certainly enjoyed having his cock up my ass. Unfortunately, Brad's gag reflex had a problem with the ring in Justin's cock, so he had to back off it and just suck on the tip. Seeing what was going on, I said, "Let's switch positions ... I'll be able to take his big dick with no problem." Brad and Justin just looked at me and laughed as Brad remarked "My boyfriend the slut! Give the man what he wants." Justin took Brad's place on his back, I bent over to suck Justin's cock and Brad fucked me doggy style. Everyone was happy until Brad pulled out saying, "I'm getting too close. I don't want to cum yet." Justin said, "Yeah, I want to have a turn with Rob too." I moved off his cock and stood next to Justin who then reached over to my loose lubed butt and gave it a grab. I turned a little to give him easier access to my hole and he slid a finger up inside me. Brad and Justin got a little quiet and for a couple moments Brad and Justin looked at each other's eyes, and gave each other a slight nod. Brad said, "Yeah, Justin ... it's Rob's turn." Brad slid back on the bed to give us some space and watched while Justin worked my already-lubed hole with one finger, and then two fingers, and as he did so, Justin turned to Brad saying "Rob's ass feels amazing. No wonder you told me you love fucking him." Brad said, "Go ahead and give him a couple more fingers, he loosens right up." At that point I was bent over the bed just enjoying the amazing treatment Justin was giving my asshole. I was totally relaxed having him do what he wanted and Brad was playing with his cock watching Justin. Justin slid his four fingers out of my ass and slid his pierced poz cock inside me. Wow, he felt great. I love my boyfriend's eight inch cock but Justin's seven inch, fat cock was a whole different kind of great. "Yeah, fuck me," I urged Justin. Brad meanwhile was jacking his cock, taking in the scene, his cock rock hard. Clearly he was totally into watching me be get plowed by his poz friend. Justin bent over and whispered in my ear, "You get off on my hot poz cock, don't you?" Brad didn't notice Justin's question, but it had me rock hard. I didn't say anything at first, so Justin asked more loudly "You want that, huh?" Brad looked up at both of us and smiled when I answered "Yeah, fuck me ... give it to me! But first let me change positions!" We all started laughing and they both made room for me to get on my back with my legs in the air. Justin said, "Let me take a couple minutes ... Brad, you get back inside him." Justin pulled out of me and noticed a little redness on his cock. He realized his Prince Albert piercing was rubbing my asshole raw from the friction. We looked at each other and he was about to say something about it. I gazed into his eyes and slowly shook my head and whispered, "Don't say anything." Once his cock was inside me, Brad said, "Oh yeah, Rob has such a hot hole. God I love fucking his ass." "Yeah, I want this ... fuck me, Brad," I urged. As Brad fucked me, Justin kissed me, quietly saying "Rob, I'm going to help you get what you want." Brad looked at Justin saying "We're probably okay fucking him, since we're both undetectable." A strange look crossed Justin's face, which led Brad to ask "What's that look for?" In a slightly dull tone Justin answered "My doctor didn't like my blood panels, so he took me off my HIV meds two weeks ago. I thought I told you." Justin continued, "But don't worry about me. Fuck Rob's hot hole and shoot inside him!" There wasn't much room behind Brad and the wall, and Justin had a plan. He got off the bed and stood next to Brad, lightly tweaking his nipples. That drove Brad crazy and filled him with lust. Justin then moved behind Brad as he was fucking me and tweaked his nipples. Brad muttered "Oh, fuck, I'm getting close!" I grabbed Brad’s hips to pull his cock into my ass, and Justin lodged himself against the wall so that Brad couldn’t back away as Brad yelled, "Shit! I'm cumming ... fuck, I'm shooting." I was also shooting, but unlike Brad's load, my cum load blew all over my chest. It was likely the biggest load I've ever had. Fuck that was hot. After all this time with Brad, I finally got him to cum inside me - and I wanted it really bad. Poz cum just made it hotter. Brad's cum had nowhere to go, but inside my ravaged hole. And he was freaking out softly saying, almost to himself, "Oh my god, I came in you! Fuck! I don't want to poz you." "Hang on, honey, it'll be okay. A lot of guys don't get pozzed the first time they're bred! Come here...." Brad's cock was still in my hole and I pulled him towards me and kissed him many times, murmuring "Don't worry." He moved off me and laid down on the bed and Justin was there with a slight smirk. We both knew what he did for me, and I was grateful. "Can I get a hand here?" Justin asked. In the excitement, Brad and I hadn't helped Justin get off, and his cock needed to blow a load. "Yeah, I think I can help you out," I replied, turning to Brad and asking "Okay with you? I think it's Justin's turn." Brad looked at both of us and slowly nodded yes. I pulled Justin down to make out with him, and I could feel his poz cock grazing my thighs and balls. I reached down and aimed his cock inside my hole, easing his pierced poz cock inside me, my boyfriend's poz load the only lube. I announced with genuine excitement "Fuck, this is amazingly hot." Justin grinned as he slid in and out of my wrecked hole and asked "You really like this. Fuck, man, I never thought I'd ever get inside your hole." "Hell, yeah, man, this is amazing." In a slightly louder tone Justin asked "You want me to cum in you?" Mischievously I replied "Ask Brad if you can." Justin replied in a voice loud enough for the guys in the adjoining rooms could hear "It's not Brad's hole I'm breeding. Do you want my poz cum?" There was only one possible reply for me: "Fuck yeah, dude. Shoot your hot poz load into my ass!” Just then every muscle in Justin's body tensed up as a prelude to his hot load. He pounded my hole even harder, as if to force his virus into my body. Justin yelled, "You're such a cum slut, take my poz load." I could feel his cock unloading in my guts. The spasms triggered another orgasm for me. I was in heaven, as was Justin who collapsed on top of me, with his cock still lodged inside my hole. We hugged and kissed. Brad looked a little shell-shocked at what just took place. We all stretched out on the bed and wrapped our arms around each other just to hold on. I wasn't sure what was going through Brad's head, so when everyone caught their breath, I said, "That was amazing. I've wanted that for a long time. Thank you." Brad looked at me with a puzzled look. He said, "I had no idea ... you never talked to me about it or asked me for it." I asked, "Would you have bred me if I asked you to?" Just then, I felt Brad's cock start to get hard against my thigh. Brad said, "Justin and I hoped you would be okay with us just fucking you, but now, you'll have a lot more of our cum from now on." The three of us smiled, relieved about how the afternoon turned out. Brad got off the bed, his big poz hard on, pointing in my direction. I got up on all fours, and pointed my ass in his direction and my mouth on Justin's cock. Justin's cock was slightly funky, but I didn't care. It was my turn, and I got what I wanted.

They say one in every seven gays in London are HIV positive. I wanted to test this out, so I went to my local sauna at the most popular time at the weekend. Once there, I headed directly for the darkroom and positioned myself so everyone there would know I was up for a fuck. Kneeling on the bench, I placed my arse so that it could easily be entered by anyone there who wanted to. It didn't take long for the first obliging cock to enter me bare. He kept up a good pace, but I suddenly felt a warm sensation inside me as he unloaded his cock straight into me. Load one. Another guy in the darkroom took over from the first man and shoved his cock in, assisted by the first guy's lubrication. This guy was quite old and not well endowed, but he fitted the bill: he was reading, willing and able to fuck me raw. Although he took some time, accompanied by much grunting, he eventually spunked his cum right up me. Load two. Unfortunately, the time it had taken him had left the room empty of other donors. I had to wait a good time before my third load. A young guy with a decent sized cock came in and I happily sucked his dick to its full length. But whilst I was doing this, another guy entered the room and as I was pointing my arse outwards, he took it as fair game for him to stick his bare cock in. He fucked me really well and hit just the right point. He had me pouring a string of precum out of my dick whilst he pounded my hole. Soon, he was jerking his jizz right up in glorious spurts. Load three. I then turned my attention to the guy I'd been sucking off whilst being pounded. At first he seemed reluctant to fuck my arse as I moved round to position myself over his beautifully erect cock, but with some gentle persuasion I was able to lower myself onto his cock. Now I was in control and able to set the pace of the action. I played with his dick, moving my arse around to feel his cock inside me. I slowly increased the pace until I was bouncing up and down on his dick fast. This proved the trick and he unloaded deep within me. Load four. My next bare encounter was with an extremely well-endowed black guy who I could accommodate only with difficulty. Fortunately the loads I had taken earlier, combined with persistence on his part and copious hits of poppers on my part, finally saw him fully push his whole nine inches into my arse, whereupon he promptly adopted a good, pounding rhythm, in which he would withdraw almost the entire way out of my body, only to plunge back in in one powerful thrust. This continued until he abruptly plunged back in, mid-withdraw, not stopping until he was balls-deep. Once he had achieved maximum depth, I felt the sensation of his cock throbbing which I interpreted as the telltale sign he had left his deposit up me. Load five. The last two loads were in quick succession. One of the guys who'd been watching the large black cock pumping up me, immediately took over and thrust his somewhat smaller cock inside. He carried on thrusting away until his progress stopped and a large groan from him indicated he's just shot inside me. Load six. My final breeding was immediately after the sixth donor. I sucked the man to full erection and then turned round to receive his impressive manhood. He easily pushed it up me with a great squish with all the spunk now filling my well-bred ass. With great thrusts he hammered away for some time sliding in and out of me bare. I was enjoying every bit of it, I felt him tense up and his cock started twitching inside me. Load seven. Over a couple of hours I received seven loads, in all probability at least one of them was poz. As the cum from seven different men gushed out of my arse, I wondered which load was poz.

Ever been to North Shore, Michigan? It's right on the lake and Canada is just a mile or two away. That's where I grew up in the late 70's/early 80's. It's a nice town and I lived in the nicest part of it. Sounds pretty ideal, right? Well -- my parents were well off, but they were cheap as hell. They spent money on the house, cars and booze - but skimped on most everything else, including me. I wasn't spoiled in the least. I sometimes thought they shouldn't have ever had a kid if they wanted to horde cash so badly, and I think they thought the same thing. But there I was. No take-backs. One good thing (and there aren't many) about having drunks raise you is that they let you do whatever you want. Oh, and also you could sometimes catch them in a happy buzz. Like the time I went with Mom to the store and she let me get as many comic books and "Mad" magazines as I wanted. I took advantage. And then there was the time my dad drunkenly insisted on building me a little clubhouse in the backyard, Of course he couldn't complete it in his state, but hired somebody to finish the project that week. I ended up spending all my time out there when it was warm enough. Sometimes I slept there and nobody noticed I wasn't in my bed at night. My backyard was right next to Edison Woods. It was small, but very picturesque--especially in the Fall. Around third grade I started to hear rumors about those woods. Some kid I kinda knew a little told me his older brother and his pals went there with flashlights to compare the sizes of their dicks. It was a competition that went on pretty regularly. For reasons I wouldn't understand for a few more years, I was fascinated. I wanted to see these contests! I remember one Summer when I'd stay up late at night watching flashlight beams bob around through the thick foliage. I kept daring myself to get loser to the woods, but I'd usually only get as close as the first tree. During Junior High, I started to hear more about these gatherings that took place only yards away from me. Somebody in gym mentioned that they did a bunch of other stuff there too. Like compare how far they could "shoot" and how much. Whoever had the most size, distance and volume won ten bucks. One kid said they did other things and had other contests that paid off more. I couldn't imagine, but sure spent a lot of time trying. That's when I knew I was liking guys more than girls. And I knew that meant "gay", but kept my mouth shut. Who could I tell? By the time I was 16 or so, I was obsessed with going into the woods at night and seeing everything in person. I kept creeping further into the woods at night, following the glow of the flashlights and the sound of deep voices. I once got close enough to see some silhouettes of tall guys (Seniors probably). But a stick cracked underneath my sneaker and I was afraid I'd been heard. I retreated back to the house immediately. By the time I was finally 18, I was taller, bulkier and the slightest but tougher. I had read that "Dennis the Menace" comic digest for the last time, and had discovered how much I loved raiding my parents' liquor cabinet. Wild Turkey was my favorite. I understood my parents' fondness for booze at last. I got it now. One night in late May, I got pretty plastered and decided to just go into the woods and join their party. I was stumbling a bit, but not too bad. I just followed the flashlight glow and the voices and then there I was....in the circle of dick competitors. They looked at me with the mildest interest. "You're too late, kid. We got a winner already". Somebody lit a camping lantern and I could make out faces. These were dudes in my class...plus one older guy I didn't recognize. He was a big guy , and by the smirk on his face -- I guessed him to be the grand champ. I'd missed everything. "This is Billy -- he's a returning champ, and he kicked our ass at every category. Probably because he's lived in Chicago for a few years. They teach you stuff in the big city". The other guy around my age asked "Why are you even here? Did you want to enter the contest?" "No," I said meekly, "I'm just sorry I missed it". Looks were exchanged. I stayed mute. I kept making eye contact with Billy because I guess really wanted to see his champion dick. He knew this. He opened his fly and let that fat snake out. It was way impressive. I cut across the dead leaves, knelt down and took it my mouth. I could taste so many things in that over-sized head. "A cocksucker has arrived at our party!", he announced. There were general cheers from the group. I sucked off most of them and tasted sperm for the first time...and over and over again. Billy watched with a grin. They all had really big dicks... and I bet it was a close contest. One of then said "I want to fuck his ass". Big Billy stepped in. "Nope. You're all going home now. It's late, and I have plans for our new friend here. GO!" They scattered. Then I was all alone with this big guy who had "plans" for me. He was muttering. "I've done so much shit in Chicago. I can't tell you the depraved shit I did -- with girls and guys, but I can tell you I picked up about four STDs in one year. Including the big one". I looked at him dumbly. "Do you know anything about anything?" he asked. "Not really, but I'm going to Northwestern in the Fall". "That place'll teach you stuff". "I bet you could too". He pulled off his shoes, socks and pants. He seemed to like the feeling of the grass under his bare feet. "It's nice out tonight. Get undressed". I did it without thinking too much. "Too bad I didn't bring any beer. Might make it easier on you. Oh, wait -- I got most of a joint left. He fished a cigarette-looking thing and a lighter out of his jeans. "Lay back". He made a sort of pillow out of his jeans and I rested my head there. I picked a few sticks away from beneath me. I was pretty comfortable. He lit up his "joint" and inhaled deeply. "I bet you never smoked before, right?" "Nope. I tried a puff off of one my dad's cigarettes once, and I coughed for a long time". "Well, this ain't like a cigarette at all. Just suck it into your lungs and hold it as long as you can". I did what he said, but still coughed. It tasted and smelled like a burnt herbal teabag. But I tried again and it went in better. He took it from me and said "Go slow. I don't want you too fucked up". We were both lying naked on the grass. He moved closer to my side. His giant arm wrapped around my shoulder, and it felt perfect. The moon was almost full and I could see all of his body hair and his giant, prize-winning dick get hard again. He sat up and leaned over me. "I never kiss guys, but I'm going to kiss you now". And then he did. My first kiss. It felt like something out of a movie -- and very perfect. And then he stopped and stood up. I thought he was going to get dressed and leave me there. But no. "I need to do this. Just go with it". And then he plopped his full naked ass on my face, I breathed in the smell which was a combination of sweat, soap, denim and a musk -- like from an animal. I thought he wanted me to kiss his butt. So I did. "No, dude. Put your tongue up in my hole". So I did. I liked doing it, and then I loved doing it. It felt like a favor to both of us. I could have kept going, but he got up. Then his full body was on top of me. "That felt so awesome....you have some natural talent, kid." "Now this part will be a little painful, but I have faith in you. You can scream a little, but not too much -- just in case". I was confused, bu then my legs were in the air, and Billy was pushing his hips into mine, and the head of that fat dick started poking insistently into my hole. No way would it fit. No way. But then he got it in and I yelped...probably louder than he was comfortable with. He put a giant hand over my mouth and kept pushing deeper. No way was this happening. Too unreal. But his weight was bearing down on me and the invasion continued. "I'm on the way in, little boy. Get used to it for a bit." I calmed myself as much as possible. The he started pumping. Hard. I yelled one more time before it started to feel good. It started to feel great! "Good. Good. I want you to enjoy this". "Yeah. Keep going!" He grunted as he thrust and then he was still. It was over I guess. I wasn't a virgin anymore. He rolled off of me and snuggled up against me. "I think you're bleeding. I felt it, but it will stop". I stared up at the trees. I was indeed bleeding, but let it drip into the grass for a while. "You are so much more experienced than you can even know now. Take it all to college with you and be like you were tonight. You've got stuff inside of you that should be shared ". I wandered how many of his diseases I had now. I should ask something, but I just wanted to go home, shower and sleep in my bed. He got dressed and I got dressed. "The next contest is in two days, but I'll be here almost every night if you want to come back". I did. I went into the woods every night for the rest of the Summer.

On vacation in Houston, within the course of a little over 24 hours, here's how it has played out. Got to Houston in the evening, already dark. Driving in the downtown area, there are plenty of homeless guys willing to hang out with you. I gave a ride to a suspiciously skinny black guy. He asked what I like to do and I said I was looking to give some head, asked if he was interested, he said sure, leaned his seat back and pulled down his pants. His hairy unshaved crotch had the delicious aroma of sweaty balls thanks to the humidity of the city and I feasted on his 8" cut dick (not too thick) and licked his sweaty balls till he eventually came in my mouth. He was delicious. We parted ways and I drove around and found another guy, a little more solid build. Gave him a ride and asked if he was interested in giving me the dick. He said yes and I asked where he wanted to put it, he said my mouth or ass. I asked if he would put it in my ass. We got to a private safe location and I got to sucking on his dick. Thick and sweaty and about 8 1/2 uc and musty, I cleaned it and his nuts good. But he didn't let me suck it much, just to get it hard. He turned me around, pulled my warm ups down, spit on his hand and fingered my hole hard. Got 2 then 3 fingers in, jammed them deep and pulled them out and put more spit on his dick, spread my cheeks and pushed his dick in slowly but steadily till it was balls deep. Started building up a steady pace. It wasn't enough lube I could tell because I could feel my anus pulling out and back as he pulled his dick out only to push it back in. He spit some more which helped and continued pushing harder and faster till he said here you go bitch, putting my cum up in your hole, take it. He pushed in balls deep and I could feel the spurts unloading deep in my hole. He slowly pulled out, stepped aside and started taking a leak. Called me over and said you see this dick? It's gonna go up in your ass whenever I want. He stopped pissing and still hard, pushed it back in my hole. He laughed and I asked why and he said he pissed a little in my asshole. I just grinned in a fuck craze. He pulled out and made me suck his dick clean, thanked me and then walked off. Later that night I'm on growlr and see a black guy I played with once. Super chub and a hell of a top. He had blown me off many times after I had to cancel a year or so back. I was hoping he was horny and desperate enough to put any attitude aside. Bingo. He invited me over and we fucked like pigs for about 4 hours. He was a chub but damn if he had the stamina of an Olympic athlete and I matched him stroke for stroke, position after position. Finally, he couldn't hold out anymore and I massaged him into cumming deep in my ass. I felt pretty victorious. He didn't want to cum just yet but couldn't hold out with my magic ass and wonder hole lol. Today, since I still hadn't come in about a week, I found a nice thick black bottom in the galleria area to fuck. Good hole, fat not flabby ass, I eventually gave him a huge load I had been holding in. Then he got in the tub and I proceeded to drench his mouth then body with my piss. I messaged him later to ask how much had come out, he said none, he was holding it in for the next guy. Good piggy. I spent the next couple of hours shopping around looking for nothing in particular. Had lunch and I was ready for the next adventure. So I desperately needed to get a workout in and went to see about a daypass at a nearby gym (which will remain nameless to protect the guilty, lol). Fuck, they wanted $30 just for the day, which is about what my regular gym charges for a month! But it's in an affluent area, whatever. I said thanks but no thanks and as I was leaving, hot Hispanic trainer walks in and totally keeps his eyes glued on me. I flirt and leave. In my car, I get to their website and apply for a tour and free day pass so I can work out. Less than 30 minutes later I get a call from the gym to set up a tour. The guy on e other end of the line says we're you the guy that just walked out, and I said yes. He said it would be no problem giving me a free day pass if I wanted to come in. I was back there dressed and ready to workout in less than 30 minutes. He met me at the entrance, I signed a few things and we began the tour. After seeing the weights area, he showed me the locker room which was pretty empty. He had been pretty touchy feels and finally he brought me into a bathroom booth where he gave me massive suction power deep threat head. He then tells me he wants me to cum in his ass, pulls his shorts down and backs onto my rock hard dick that slides all too easily into his hole. It does need a little more spit but yeah, I gave him the next load while he jacked off. He said if I need anything, I had his card and he couldn't get me in tonight or tomorrow if I wanted to workout again. Chest day! Supposed to get fucked by another thick dick hottie but I need to nap first then clean. We'll see if it happens. This is definitely NOT my usual Houston experience, but I'll take it!

Not me, i can usually keep it in no problem... especially if it's deep. I've been stealth pissed in at a ABS before through a GH and then been bred by others after, not realizing I've been pissed in until later when I get home... it's so fucking hot to find out that way.

Oh fuck yeah, balls deep. It's not just a physical thing, it's the hole idea of the top wanting to get in as deep as he can to make his deposit... like his survival depends on it. I want his cum (or piss) in me so deep that it's more likely to be absorbed than leak out. I love the feel and idea of a tops substance becoming a part of me. Before he cums, I think it's hot when a top likes to play with a hole and express himself. Some like to grind deep, some like to keep pulling out and going in so they can gape and see the hole respond to them. Some like to slap their balls against my taint. It's all fucking hot, but love it deep when they finally let go and leave a part of their self in me.

As always Versbbguy another great chapter and had me hard in seconds reading it. Just blown my load again.

3o days my baby brother arrives in NYC , we will see how much trouble he gets into.

I only fuck sluts, as I don't have to care about being too rough or enter without lube. They know how to take it

Truck stop hookup lasted all night. A 50 something guy, 6-4", 300 pounds, hairy bearded belly, and a thick 8" cock. He wasted no time fucking my ass doggy style and busting his nut after 3 or 4 minutes. He pulled out and ate my ass as he jerked me off. He caught my load in his palm them smeared it in my asshole and used it as lube to fuck me a second time, lasting about 30 minutes before he shot load #2. We napped a bit, and he bred me two more times before 6am when he had to hit the road. Before I left, he put $30 in my shirt pocket and thanked me for a good time. Lol

Introduction: Ralph, a 30 y old athletic jock in an open relationship contacted me on a gay-site as he was looking for his first "give up control" -experience: being mostly a vanilla top with his boyfriend, he had started to live out his passive side *outside home* over the last 6 months; and he is determined to follow this path, to explore kinky sex, giving in to his darker fantasies like getting dominated/used. Top, older, experienced, assertive to dominant, into fantasy-scenarios, chems-friendly were his priorities. After a lively message-exchange we agreed on a patient-doctor-scenario with bondage as a compulsory must-item, otherwise Ralph is open-minded, even adventurous when having a buzz going, trusts Doc to correctly dose "medication" in order to have him sufficiently relaxed, to lead a thorough physical exam as long as scat, puke, blood, fisting and safe play are respected as limits. Doc inquired about his drug-experiences and learned that Ralph and his bf had had horny session by snorting c, smoking a joint or swallowing an e-pill when going out dancing their ass off. Ralph was so concise, manly, self-assured, robust in his conduct when dealing with me that I had a slight doubt if he would be ready to submit to a given alpha-character like me, enacting this famous specialist he was having an appointment with in order to get a second opinion for the pain in his lower abdomen.A week before the set date he inquired about the scenario of the session: good sign, I thought, this guy starts to show a bit of nerves. I replied to him to expect a normal visit at a doctor the way he knows it, explaining that any doctor is always in charge, you go to see him as you are in pain, as you seek a diagnosis, as you red medication and accordingly you follow his advice, trust him, you fully cooperate … which automatically puts you in a sub-position; I explained further that I suggested this scenario to him as it's ideally suited for a first "S/M-experience", of giving up control, of being helpless at the mercy of another guy. I'll connect you (bondage) to my computer with a specialized medical software in order to get instantaneous, ongoing data. Plus a doctor is in continuous dialogue with a patient examining him, so I'll inquire about your well-being, where and when you are hurting etc, and you'll be able to provide info (such as how you feel, how strong the effect of the given relaxant is) … allowing both of us to communicate without stepping out of our respective roles as patient and doc. And last I added that ignoring what's gonna happen is part of the fun and excitement. He acknowledged receipt of my message, not having any further questions, looking forward to a totally new experience! I decided to have a non-discussed surprise to unsettle Ralph upon his arrival ... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Arrival: Marco, the male nurse in my practice will let him in, introduce himself as receptionist, inform him that doc is busy with an emergency-case yet will see him soon. Truth to be said this guy is an occasional fuck-buddy of mine, half-Brazilian half-German, fair-skinned yet an exotic looking stunner, charming with an engaging smile, hair-stylist by profession, always dressed in tight white trousers and T-shirt, displaying a well-packed basket which has women and gays drooling over him. Sexually he is fully versatile, covering all aspics of gay sex from dominant-nasty to sub-pig; plus he is the best WS-top I know, able to let go and piss with an erection any time, sober or high, be it down a guys throat or up a bottom's ass. My fuck-buddy was given the routine task to make Ralph fill in a form regarding all relevant personal info and to sign a form "Disclaimer of Liability". Next he ordered Ralph to undress to his briefs, making him stand on a scale in order to take his weight. Marco got aware that this patient was a hot guy, had a well proportioned muscular build, an ample lump in his briefs and a set of pronounced ass-globes which had him look forward to his later role in the scenario. Leading the way to the examination room he invited Ralph to lie down, measured his blood-pressure by a sphygmomanometer, inquired if he had cleaned himself out according the instructions sent to him and finally informed him that he will rectally apply him a light relaxant according Doc's prescribed dose. Marco asked Ralph to get rid of his briefs, to shift in a side-position, to raise his thigh toward his thorax in order to expose his anus. Next Marco generously lubed up his gloved finger, warned Ralph that the lube may feel cold, pushed his index-finger through the sphincter and inserted it as far as his fingertip touched Ralph's prostate. As a reaction a loud gasp was to be heard: Marco encouraged Ralph to deeply inhale and exhale, next to push out in order to relax his clenched sphincter. Despite keeping his finger motionless Marco noticed that the penis of the man lying on the table filled out considerably. Extracting his finger Marco inserted the needle-less syringe, emptied the contents of it. Whilst a slight warmth was spreading out in his bowels Ralph was unsure how to handle the nurses request for feedback: honestly declaring he did not feel any buzz or discretely describe he doesn't feel anything if not a bit warmer…? As Marco's conduct had been all professional, not sending out the slightest clue he might be part of the fantasy-scenario, Ralph decided to go for the latter solution, informing Marco that he still feels nervous, not relaxed. Little did he know that the nurse had injected him some ...

Here's a vid of me breeding my bud wizardwhiz (his profile on bbrt). He's probably the biggest cumdump in OC, CA. He took over 600 loads last year. http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Breeding-WizardWhiz-30661391

Tops should fuck with FULL FORCE and pound away inside an ass. He should use his weight to get his cock buried deep in the ass. Tops should never pull out. All CUM goes INSIDE the bottom.

New perv realizing how much he wants to be a hole for all to use and breed. Today received a message from a random guy asking to come over. I was instantly down since he was hosting and that's all it really took for me to clean out like a good boy and run over to his place. Guess he was poz since his profile said undetectable but don't know and didn't ask. I get to his place were he leads me in, down the hallway, and into his room. Without saying much I strip only asking if he wanted me to keep my socks and jock on, to which he was fine with. i get on all fours with my ass facing him as he gets ready while I finger, lube, and stretch my ass a bit. He's now stripped but soft so, even though not a good cocksucker I began sucking him hard. He was impressed. Back on all fours facing away from him I bow my head down as I feel his cock poke against my hole. He starts sliding into me and when I feel I'm at the base of his cock I ask to stay right there as my hole relaxes around his fuck stick. im ready and bow back down arching my back as he starts pumping his cock into me. I take some hits of poppers and enjoy what this man is giving me. All I want is for him to love my hole and use it for him to cum his two week load into it. He said he would probably last a while but I guess my ass was doing to good of a job. I says he has to cum that he can't stop it so I back into him and let him blast his load deep into my gut. I thank him a few times as he is unloading into me. As he slides out I wiggle my ass and plop down saying he can rest on top of me which he does. I cuddle him just a bit as he talks, I'm not much on getting to know someone so I listen, and brush my fingers on his arm. I think everyone one should do some nice aftercare cuddles after a wonderful breeding session while everyone catches their breath. I then get up, throw my shorts, shoes, and shirt on and let myself out to go do some shopping with his fresh load slushing around my insides. When get home I am still not satisfied, and who am I kidding I never am, I squat down and hold my hand under me, catching his load as I push and finger it out of my used cunt. I look at his gift, and there was a lot of it, and proceed to lick every bit of it to enjoy one more time. Now to figure out how to spend the rest of the day.

BREED.....BREED!!!!

Eventually I had enough, and headed downstairs on shaking legs, sweating and with cum dribbling down my legs. I hit the showers and cleaned up and felt better afterwards.There was a small coffee area through a door to one side. I went up to the counter and asked for a coffee from the guy who'd buzzed me in. He grinned at me "Having fun?" I grinned back and nodded. "I need a break." He laughed "That's if you can sit down by now?" I reflected on my puffy, gaping hole and knew what he meant. There were two armchairs already taken, and a sofa on which sat two men, one of whom I recognised as the tattooed, short guy who'd first fucked me. In the brighter light, I could see he was older than I'd thought and his riot of tattoos covered his sagging flesh. The other guy was thin, with lank, greasy hair and a large pot belly protruding over his pale thighs. They moved up and I sat between them. "Hi," said the tattooed guy. Then he leaned in and whispered "Nice arse by the way. Enjoyed breeding you." I blushed and sipped my coffee. "I'm Pete, by the way, and this is my partner James." James just nodded, and I noted how his towel had carelessly opened to reveal a thick, sem-hard cock and heavy balls below his belly. "Not seen you here before." Continued Pete. "No, first time. Didn't know it was a specials night." Pete raised an eyebrow. "The guys here tend to be regulars. You mean you didn't know until you got here?" I shook my head and shrugged ruefully. "Guess it's a bit late to worry about it now." James guffawed and stroked his cock. "I'll say! After your performance upstairs I think you'll soon be joining the club!" The guy behind the counter leered at us and called over. "And if not, you two have got just the ticket, eh?" "What did he mean?" I asked Pete as the counter guy went off to let someone in. Pete reached over and began to caress my nipples as James put his hand on my thigh. "We're both poz, as you can guess, but we 'ain't on meds and never will. Viral loads are through the roof." His towel had come open and I saw his erect cock with a drool of precum in the slit. This was the cock which had been in me already, spurting its poisoned seed deep in my guts. I felt my heart lurch in excitement, terror and shame as I faced the reality that I had almost certainly been pozzed by this man. But my cock was making a tent of my towel and he squeezed it tight as he saw the shock briefly in my eyes. "Bloody hell!" Said James. "He wants it bad, don't he Pete?" Pete kissed me, his hand still on my erection through the towel. "Why don't we go upstairs and find a room?" He whispered. " Let's make sure you leave here pregnant tonight, eh?" They stood up and he held out his hand. "Well? Are you coming?" I looked up into their faces, flushed with excitement and pure lust and took his hand. "Oh god, yes...I think I really want this."

Part 2. There was a cluster of men at the bar talking to the fat man who was perched uncomfortably on a bar stool. Bill bought me a drink and we stood chatting with the group. I found it surreal to stand there talking about football with the sperm from two men swimming in my belly. I couldn't also help but thinking the men were, all in all, a sleazy looking group of older trolls, and I could clearly see they were eyeing me hungrily, obviously having been told about my performance by the fat guy. After a while several of them headed for the basement and didn't return. Bill, in turn, sidled up to me and gestured his head towards the basement staircase, remarking "They're waiting for you, sunshine," giving me an evil grin. I put down my drink, knowing what I was going to do, feeling the fear and loathing but unable to stop myself. It was as if a pit of depravity had opened up at the bottom of those stairs, and I was helplessly drawn to it. No-one would understand what I was doing, except these vile men who excited me so much. Bill dug out the filthy tube of lube and the poppers bottle and pressed them into my hand, suggesting with a leer "Here, you'll need these." I blushed and headed over to the stairs, aware of the bar man was watching me and knowing what he must have been thinking. At the bottom, I turned left to the cubicle area and found a group of men standing silently, waiting. More than one man had pulled out his cock and was stroking himself, his flesh rigid in the dim light from the cubicles as everyone watched an old man bent over the sink, naked from the waist down, who was being fucked from behind by a younger man with a bald head and earrings. I paused, intimidated by the atmosphere of sweat, lust and piss and the hungry eyes staring expectantly at me. I took a deep hit of poppers until my heart pounded and my body melted with excitement, then went into a cubicle and pulled off my trousers and underpants, folding them neatly on top of the cistern. I heard grunts of appreciation at my bare bottom, then I turned and the group pulled me in. Hands groped my body, cock and balls and someone hugged me, mashing his mouth against mine, kissing me deeply. I gasped for breath and felt myself giving way to the urge to breed with these strangers as my cock stiffened in rough hands. There was a big box next to the sink, housing a water tank or something, and I found myself pushed back until I was sitting on it. Beside me, the old man had reached back to pull his flabby buttocks apart, urging the man to cum in him in a soft, urgent whisper. Eager hands lifted my legs and bent them to my chest so my bottom hung over the edge and my hole gaped vulnerably as they pulled my legs apart. I held out the tube, and one of the men holding my legs grabbed it, twisted off the cap and rubbed a cold gobbet of lube into my hole making me gasp as he shoved two fingers into me, scratching and probably tearing the delicate skin with his dirty nails. The man grinned down at me and pulled his fingers out, transferring his hold back to my leg, whispered "He's ready. Who's first?" I could see by the sweat shining on his face he was turned on by what was going to happen to me. A short, stocky black guy wearing a dirty tee shirt which bore the word 'Sanitation', pushed his combat trousers and boxers down, and, standing between my legs, grasped his thick, veiny cock which was topped by a large pink head. Sweat dripped off his chin, falling onto my belly as he got into position and all four of us – me, the men holding my legs and the black guy – looked down and watched his cock push into me, opening up my hole then sliding up me until his short, curly pubic hair was tight against my arse. Then as he began pounding away, his balls began to slap against mine as he began to slide it in and out. He leered at me and leaned forward, searching for my mouth with his and clamping his big, soft lips on mine as his thrusts became more urgent. “Yeah!” whispered the man holding my leg, who continued urging “Fuck the bitch! Oh, fuck, you've got it coming now, boy!” The black man grunted as he thrust, mashing his mouth on mine and gripping my thighs as he worked to a climax. Then, he gave a loud gasp and pushed hard into me and I felt his cock throb and throb as he spurted. At the same time, the man beside me stroked my hair praising me in a hoarse whisper, saying “There you go. Good boy, there you go, good boy.” I relished his praise. At the sink, the old man gasped with pleasure as he received the cum from his lover, and as we gazed at each other, we exchanged a smile, recognizing each other as brothers in depravity at that moment. Then the black guy stood back and pulled his cock out of me, and a gush of warm spunk slid down my balls. The guy holding my leg slid his finger into my hole, scooped out some cum, and murmurred “Mmmm …lovely!” as he licked his finger clean. Then someone else was between my thighs, and I found myself looking into the face of the first man who had warned me not to go bare. He pulled off his tee-shirt, dropped his trousers and underwear, giving me a clear view of his long, thin cock which had sprung-up against his belly. Below his belly button was a black bio-hazard tattoo. He saw me look and grinned, asking "I warned you, didn’t I?” as he continued "But since you’ve been pozzed at least three times so far, I guess You won’t mind taking my load, right?” Without waiting for an answer, he slid into me. My response was to reach for the poppers bottle and sag back into his crotch in surrender.

FRANKLIN SQUARE PARK CREW: Part1 – Warren the Drug Dealer Gets me high, fuck me higher *There are multiple parts to this story and all will be posted in this thread* Part 1 – Warren the Drug Dealer Gets me high, fuck me higher I first met Warren in the story - The Homeless Guys From the Video Store –Fucked up, Dicked down, Pimped out – Part 2 THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN. Dwayne and Malcolm and had pimped me out and invited Warren over who got me high, then fucked the shit out of me. Warren was black, about 25 or so, taller than me but skinny, with his hair braided in long neat rows, baseball cap tilted to the side, close cropped beard, no shirt on and white t-shirt stuffed in his back pocket when I met him. He had lots of tattoos and showed up with some white kid that he told me he had infected and was killing with his cum as he loaded me up with his toxic load in my ass. It had been over a week since my weekend with those boys and a lot had happened as Dr Mike had me quit my job, given me a contract to work for him, and set me out to find more of the nastiest infected dick and cum that the city had to offer as I had to elevate my treatment program. I had told Dr Mike about Warren and he said I needed to take a trip to Franklin Square and make sure my biohazard ass got used well and good by his crew– no limits beyond no fisting. I went to Franklin Square a couple times, walked around, and finally after asking several guys, was directed to an alley behind a high class office building that housed one of the largest political lobbying firms in the city. I could see Warren had a couple guys working for him dealing drugs who were posted at ends of the alley by the big yellow, metal bollards that protected the edges of the buildings from any trucks that might accidently hit them. The guys took care of most of business at the ends of the alley, sending a runner back to the loading dock where I was told Warren camped out to get what was needed. Folks in the park sad there was always a couple other guys hanging around with Warren who were there to protect the stash and that they were all bad motherfuckers and no one to trifle with. Unlike most alleys, this one was a dead end as it opened into a small “L” shaped lot behind the building, big enough for delivery trucks to drive in and back up to the dock and just a couple cars to park, so no one went back there who wasn’t meant to be there. The only other way out was a gated walkway between two buildings on the other side that was also covered by some of Warren’s boys. I decided to try the alley, approached one of the guys, and told him I was there to see Warren. He said, “I don’t know no one named Warren, now you here to do some business or if not, step the fuck off.” I shook my head and said, “Look man, Warren invited me personally for his own business, so unless you want me out here hollering his name to get his attention, maybe you could send your friend here back to tell him I am here?” The guy nodded to the runner kid, who took off, came back within a minute, nodded, and the guy let me pass. Even though it was about 3:30 p.m., the alley was fairly dark due to the tall buildings and I could see that Warren was waiting for me in the middle of the alley, with a couple other guys, all young, as I approached. He laughed and shook his head and said as he took the cigarette out of his mouth, “Well well well, if it ain’t my little white slut. Look boys, this here’s the cunt I was telling you about, what brings you down to Franklin Square?” Even though there were no windows in the backs of the buildings, I was nervous and did not really feel like talking in the middle of the alley, so asked if we could speak someplace more private. Warren looked around, smiled, nodded towards the loading dock and I followed him up the stairs. There were a couple folding chairs, a small box between them with an ashtray and a couple black dinner plates full of cigarette butts, a small college dorm sized-fridge full of beer and liquor with a big orange extension cord running to a side wall, and a small radio with a wad of aluminum foil on the end of the antenna playing mostly static with the occasional clip of music. Warren sat, pulled out a baggy, dumped some cigarette butts off a plate, poured out some lines and offered them to me along with a well used rolled up dollar bill. I sniffed the lines, felt the burn kick in and the rush and sat back and let out a big breath. Damn!! That shit made me horny just like that! Warren took a hit and I asked him, “Isn’t it kind of risky being back here? What if someone comes out of the building? What about the guards?” He snorted, wiped his nose and said, “Some of my best customers work in this building, and more close by, so prime real estate and they get all their deliveries early in the morning. The guards – shit – they just boys from the hood that they pay minimum wage to sit on their ass and walk the halls once every 2 hours. A little green, a little weed, some pussy of any flava on the side and these boys are no worry. Frankly they look out for us, part of the protection crew.” The plate was offered to me again, and I realized I wanted to be all in and not beat around the bush, so did another line as Warren asked me again, “So, why you down my way?” I looked Warren square in the eye and said, “Just trying to be a white slut for your cum, and you promised you could get me as much of it as I wanted, so how bout it BOY – you think you can get your shit up?” Warren laughed, set the plate down and walked over by a stack of wooden pallets that had been covered with old, blue moving blankets. I followed and looked behind the pallets at the pretty good-sized area that was partially enclosed by the pallets and a cinder block wall that jutted out. The area was about 15x10 feet and the concrete floor was covered by a bunch of flattened cardboard boxes with a couple more moving blankets strewn about. There were some old condoms scattered around, cigarette butts, used needles, and a bottle of rum, so this place clearly saw regular use for all kinds of shit. While I was taking this in, Warren unbuckled his jeans and as his 11-inch dick plopped out said, “Get your ass over here! I’ll show you what I got up!” I stepped closer, gave Warren a cocky smile, spit twice on his dick, and said, “Yeah yeah, all I am hearing is talk man, just talk.” Warren snarled at me while I unbuttoned my pants, dropped them around my ankles, and braced my hands on my knees. He shook his head and said, “Get those damn things off, I want you naked like a good slut should be,” Warren spat out. He then tried spitting on my hole, but hit my back. He spit in his hand instead and shoved a wet finger up my ass. “Oh yeah, feel that nice pink hole grab my finger – damn! You know what I like, now push that shit out so I can see what I get to run up in,” Warren said. He then stepped away from me and hollered, “Yo Tommy, bring my plate over to me,” and stepped back and spit and gave me two fingers. He was fingering my ass when I heard someone walk up. The other guy did not say a word, but Warren snorted, snorted again, rolled his wet fingers on the plate and coated them in white. As Warren then shoved his coated fingers in my pink hole giving me a Franklin Square Special, Tommy walked over in front of me. I glanced side ways at him as he came around and he was tall, skinny, had on jeans, Timberland boots, black t-shirt, and braids with a long, scraggly beard and a nice smile as he held out the plate for me with his right hand. I took the dollar bill, which now had a pretty wet end from going in Warren’s nose. I sniffed to lines, set the bill back and braced myself as the shit in my nose and up my hit and I was feeling good and fucked up. “Come on man, what are you doing back there? Trying to knit or what?” I said as I laughed. Warren’s other hand flashed out and SLAM, slapped my ass. “Shut the fuck up!” Warren growled. “Tommy, let me see that plate, going to get this fucker flying so you and me can get buck wild up on that hole, you hear me? He likes it shoved up his little pink hole, damn look at that!!! That pink hole gets nice and red and puckers right up tight!!! Jesus fuck! Wanna see me fuck him Tommy? Wanna see me tear up that hole? Huh Tommy? Wanna?” As Warren continued babbling to I began to wonder if this guy named Tommy was his friend that he said was locked up in the Prince George’s County jail. My ass was burning red hot now and I started to move away from Warren a little when – SLAM – he slapped ass again and said, “Damn it! Just stay the fuck where you at. I am going to so fucking beat that ass red later, but right now got a hot load of jizz to shove up your shitter. Give me that hole!” With that Warren slammed his dick into my resisting hole. His 11-inch black raw dick tore my skin as he forced through my ass ring. My ass burned more intently as his dick worked the white powder into my open hole. “Give me that black snake, come on now, just fuck it, fuck it! Make that snake spit, make it spit,” I said as I urged Warren on. “Yeah? You want that gutta snake spitting up in that ass pussy? Bruise that hole good for you? Gonna fuck rough you bitch, get you ready to make me some money, right? That what you want? I’m gonna run a train of nasty dick up deep into that ass” Warren asked. “Wanna make this money man some cash with a torn up pink pussy? Oh yeah, that’s it, push back on it, show me you want it, push back, open that hole, open that hole, TAKE MY FUCKING CUM, TAKE MY FUCKING AIDS CUM YOU FILTHY SLUT!!!! Warren bred me dirty, raw, and nasty and filled me with a hot thick load of his infected cum. He pulled out of my ass and I turned around to lick him clean, but before I could Tommy got on one knee, leaned in, and sucked Warren to the hilt without blinking. No gag reflex in that throat at all – fuck! He must have learned that happy little trick in prison. Warren saw me looking at Tommy in awe, laughed, and said, “Don’t get it twisted, Tommy here is all man and will fuck you till Sunday with a big black dick just a large as mine, but back here, he’s my bitch and I need to remind him now and again of his place.” Tommy finished cleaning Warren’s dick of my ass juice, Warren zipped up and said, “You two hang and enjoy yourselves a bit. I got some business to take care of and will send the boys out to pass the word that we looking for nasty, raw, and get-up-in-that-hole dick, so come place your order.” Warren chuckled as he said the last part and then headed down the concrete steps to meet up with the other boys. STAY TUNED FOR PART 2- Tommy the Freak and the Train Begins

So one Sunday I decided last minute to get a hotel and place some ads on Craigslist, Adam, and BBRT to take some loads all night. Low and behold I got some responses pretty quick to my surprise and it started out with a regular buddy who is usually the first to load me on most of my slutty events and he came they and lubed me up pretty good with a nice 3 day load from his white 8 cut dick. Left it in till it went limp so I got every drop. The next was a craigslist guy the hit me up and came thru about 20 minutes after this first guy left. Mid 20s aggressive black guy walked in pulled his 9 inch thick dick out I got on my knees took a huge hit of my poppers and went to suckin and thrusting his dick as much as I could and he started forcing me to gag on it while talkin to me. Callin me a nasty faggot boy and tellin men next time he would be pissing down my throat and up my ass first thing. I then got up took a few big popped hits and bent over and he shoved it in pretty quick and hard and began pounding. Talkin and pounding for 10 minutes then asked me to taste my ass and nut off his dick so of course I did. I just love eating loads out of my hole off a dick. Slurping all that dick up for a bit then bent back over and he went to town till he exploded so deep in my ass. Telling me "take that nut man." And my phone was makin all kind of noise from email notifications so before he even got out of my hole I was on my phone replying back to potential loads and got 3 guys that were ready with nice dick pics all about to come my way. Next guy comes in and just starts eatin my freshly fucked and loaded ass. I was ass up when he came in as he requested. Pulled his dick out and just started to fuck me. Decent size and my hole was nice and cummy. He can pretty quick put his stuff on and left. And before I could even stand up the next guy gets there and is naked and hard as a rock. So I started suckin and there's a knock at the door it's another guy and I'm gettin really excited. Starts takin big hits of my poppers and gaggin on dick then the new guy starts talkin to me and askin how many loads I got I said 3 and he was like " damn boy I got to get in that sloppy hole" I booted my ass up on the bed and he slid right in with what had to be the bigges dick of the night so far. He was pounding and I was suckin this nice thick 8 and my hole was makin that noise that I love so much. Fuckin loved it! Then they switched and the big guy put that dick in my face and too me to get that nut off boy. While the other guy was fuckin me I was eatin that dick up good and the big dick guy asked if I wanted to take em both at the same time. I said fuck yeah. He got on the bed and I sat on his dick then the other guy got behind me and started puttin it in and next thing I knew it was in and I had 2 in me for the first time ever. The big dick guy was talkin to me while the other guy was workin my hole and pounding way. Next thing I known the guy pounding is Breeding me and damn near screaming. He claims off and I start riding the big dick guy and my hole I so warm and sloppy now the. He cum in about 2 minutes. I roll off and put my face in the pillow. I feel so good. 5 loads and I just took my first dp I was thinkin this is a great night. they left I got back on my email and had a few guys hittin me up that I responded to and got the one I was hopin for verify. A 10 inch cut BBC and said he was close. Told me he wanted the room dark and wanted me ass up. Gets there about 7 minutes later and gets naked and starts playin in my hole with his fingers. Talkin to me askin me how many loads I told him 5 and took his fingers out of my hole and put em in my mouth and told me to "taste that seed boy" so with every once of my being I did and it tasted so fuckin good. Takin a big big hit of my poppers I got off the bed got on my knees and started workin his big 10 dick and talked back to him tellin him I wanted him to wreck my hole with his dick and fill it up good. He asked for a hit of my poppers took em and then told me to bend over gave me my poppers back and said hit em and hold it boy. I took the biggest hit I had all night and he started sliding in and I opened up so big for him he was so fuckin hard I could tell he wasn't gonna last too long. My hole was gushing and he was callin me a fuckin dirty pig boy and I was saying fuck yeah man tear my ass up. After about 5 minutes he was exploding in my hole and I felt every pulsating shock in my ass as he dumped and I liked every drop I could. He slide out wiped off and said man we have to do it again. I said for sure man and he left. 6 loads so far and I'm like "wow maybe I can get passed 6 tonight" never gotten more than 6 and always wanted to so I checked my email with no results and went to bbrt and placed another ad but this time stating that I was 6 loadsnin and wanted more and had a few guys respond in like 15 minutes. Guy comes over and just wants to taste my ass then eat it. So I am letting him and I see he has a below average dick but I don't care cause I want that seed. He was eats for a bit then gets in there and is done in about 10 minutes so I'm happy I got my record 7 but then I had another guy hit me that I played with before and he wants to swing by so ha come in and we start right way. He goes to take a piss and I go with him an kneel by the toilet and catch some of it suck him up good and he bends me over the toilet and starts pounding. Cum is leaking all over the floor. He stops me and tells me to get some of that off the floor boy and put it on my dick. So I do and shove it back in my hole. He pounds me for about a good 15 and we go to the bed. He lays me down on my back puts my legs up starts kissing me then slides his dick in and raises up and starts pounding. Whilenpounding he says open your mouth for me boy. Then he spits right in my mouth then starts kissing me again so fuckin nasty and I love it. Turns me over I take a big hit of my poppers and then he's filling my hole good. Shaking everywhere his whole buildup goes limp as he's exhausted it seems. And I'm damn sure wore out. He leaves and next thing I know I'm waking up it's 8 in the morning and my hole is so sloppy. But I'm excited cause I got 8 loads and so glad I could do it. Next goal will be 10. Hope soon.

Introduction: Ralph, a 30 y old athletic jock in an open relationship contacted me on a gay-site as he was looking for his first "give up control"-experience: being mostly a vanilla-top with his boyfriend, he had started to live out his passive side *outside home* over the last 6 months; and he is determined to follow this path, to explore kinky sex, giving in to his darker fantasies like getting dominated/used. Top, older, experienced, assertive to dominant, into fantasy-scenarios, chems-friendly were his priorities. After a lively message-exchange we agreed on a patient-doctor-scenario with bondage as a compulsory must-item, otherwise Ralph is open-minded, even adventurous when having a buzz going, trusts Doc to correctly dose "medication" in order to have him sufficiently relaxed, to lead a thorough physical exam as long as scat, puke, blood, fisting and safe play are respected as limits. Doc inquired about his drug-experiences and learned that Ralph and his bf had had horny sessions by snorting c, smoking a joint or swallowing an e-pill when going out dancing their ass off. Ralph was so concise, manly, self-assured, robust in his conduct when dealing with me that I had a slight doubt if he would be ready to submit to a given alpha-character like me, enacting this famous specialist he was having an appointment with in order to get a second opinion for the pain in his lower abdomen. A week before the set date he inquired about the scenario of the session: good sign, I thought, this guy starts to show a bit of nerves. I replied to him to expect a normal visit at a doctor the way he knows it, explaining that any doctor is always in charge, you go to see him as you are in pain, as you seek a diagnosis, as you need medication and accordingly you follow his advice, trust him, you fully cooperate ... which automatically puts you in the sub-position; I explained further that I suggested this scenario to him as it's ideally suited for a first "S/M-experience", of giving up control, of being helpless at the mercy of another guy. I'll connect you (bondage) to my computer with a specialized medical software in order to get instantaneous, ongoing data. Plus a doctor is in continuous dialogue with a patient when examining him, so I'll inquire about your well-being, where and when you are hurting etc, and you'll be able to provide info (such as how you feel, how strong the effect of given relaxant is) ... allowing both of us to communicate without stepping out of our respective roles as patient and doc. And last I added that ignoring what's gonna happen is part of the fun and excitement. He acknowledged receipt of my message, not having any further questions, looking forward to a totally new experience! I decided to have a non-discussed surprise to unsettle Ralph upon his arrival …

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A Series Of Unfortunate Breeding: Part the Third: Sedative Massage If you have ever woken up on the wrong side of the bed, then you would know the horrible feeling of being rather confused and tired and grumpy which has little to do with waking up on any side of the bed. It is usually bad enough to wake up in a bad mood, but it would be even more unfortunate if your morning just got any worst which is why I would highly recommend that you close this link immediately and instead, ease your mind with something a little bit more pleasant such as a funny cat video or a picture of a lemon meringue pie. I am sorry to tell you that the proceeding paragraphs that you are about to read contained a malicious scheme that was concocted up by none other than the notorious Fernando as he will seduced yet another unsuspecting man into taking his toxic load, and it all started off where you find yourself now, having just woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Fernando found himself getting up from a different side of his bed for some odd reason and felt quite confused and tired and grumpy. As the morning light trickled through the window and gently hit his face, he could faintly see the sexy mess that he had caused last night as he wildly made out and then fucked one of the room service boys. And from the small table across from his bed, he heard a rather annoying ringing sound radiating from his phone. He slowly got up from the messy bed as he stretched his arms wide and far, and being careful as to avoid the unused packages of condom and the dirty socks that littered the ground, he walked over to see who could be calling him so early in the morning. It was a message from FeelGoodMassage, one of the massage apps that he occasionally used to trick people into thinking that he was a masseur but really, he just comes over to give them a happy ending, a term which here means "to fuck them and deposited an incurable strain of HIV into their gut, often without their consent." "You free man, where are you?" the man asked on the app, which was quite an impolite way of saying "hello" first thing in the morning. "Can you come over now? Geez, my back is sore." "Yeah, I can come over now," Fernando replied, and reached down to rub his morning wood - a term here, which I'm sure you know, means "erection" and has nothing to do with trees in a forest, although they are sometimes quite nice to look at in the morning. "I'm free all morning. Send me your address." It didn't take long before the man on the app sent through his address and Fernando let out a sigh of relief as he realized that it was just down the road. He looked around the room and got to work immediately, packing his bag full of pocket cameras which, I am sad to say, he will be using later to record all of his terrible sex acts, and a special massage oil labelled with the initials S.S.O. He folded the massage table and glanced around at the terribly disorganized and dirty room before closing the door shut. "There you are. What took your so long? I'm Lucas" Lucas said rudely, as he opened the door to his house. "Let's make this quick. I got a very important appointment to attend to in an hour." Fernando stood at the front door and glanced quickly at the hunk that was towering before him. Lucas was wearing a very tight tank top which flushed against his bulging chest and tapered downwards towards his fitted jeans which wrapped tightly around his legs to his bare foot. His wide shoulders and big traps complimented sharply with his huge biceps the size of a football and his right arm had a tattoo of a vicious pack of wolves. Fernando looked down at Lucas's finger to see a golden wedding ring that shimmered brightly in the afternoon light. "Is your wife at home?" Fernando asked. "No, she is out with the kids for the weekend," Lucas replied. "Come inside." He walked inside the house, leaving Fernando with his bags of supplies, a dirty smile and a growing erection to follow suit. Lucas bought Fernando into his living room. It was a large room with wooden floorboards and a leather sofa on the corner. It was quite dark except for a few streams of light that entered through the blinds and illuminated a table and a fire place that looked like it hasn't been used for years. "Let me set up the massage table in the middle of the room," Fernando said as he began to set up the massage table in the middle of the room. He turned around and looked at Lucas, "In the meantime, I want you to remove your clothes and come back with a towel wrapped around your waist." "Fine, whatever," Lucas replied confidently, and walked down towards the corridor to the bedroom to get undressed. As Fernando heard the heavy footstep become softer in the distance, he quickly searched through his bag of supplies and pulled out a small recording camera which he discreetly placed - the term "discreetly" here means "without Lucas ever being aware that whatever was about to unfold was being recorded to blackmail him later", between a framed picture of what appeared to be Lucas's beautiful wife and a decorative pot. He then shuffled through his bag and pulled out a bottle of S.S.O which he held firmly in his hands as Lucius reappeared in the flesh, a phrase here which means "showing nothing but his six pack, bulging chest and biceps and a towel which covered everything else from the waist down". "Please," Fernando said, trying his best to behave professionally in front of such a delicious specimen, "lay down on your stomach, and just relax." "You don't have to tell me twice," Lucas said. He walked towards the massage table that had been set up while he was gone and layed down as instructed. "My whole body is so sore from all the working out. My chest, back and thighs are killing me." "And soon your mouth and arse too," Fernando thought to himself and gave an evil, evil grin, as he often does when sex is just around the corner. Fernando started putting on some special gloves and applied some oil onto his hands. "Why does a masseur needs some gloves?" Lucas asked suspiciously. "I am using a special type of oil which I created," Fernando replied. "The glove helps the oil heat up faster. Just relax." The special oil that Fernando was applying onto Lucas was a formulation that he created himself with the help of his bartender friend that you may recall from Club Sixty-nine on Smith Street. Both of these men have worked together to trick and drug guys into taking toxic loads, for whatever personal evil reasons I have not yet discovered, and now they have came up with a chemical compound that contained a powerful mix of sedative, a word here which means "a substance that relaxed the muscles to the point where you cannot move a finger". The formula was named Special Sedative Oil or S.S.O for short and, as you may have guessed, was perfect to be used on pizza dilvery boys so you wouldn't have to pay for the dinner or in this case, to be used on Lucas so that he could only lay there defenceless while Fernando breeds him. "W-w-what is happening?" Lucas quivered as he tried to move his body. "I cannot move a finger". Fernando ignored Lucas and flipped him over onto his back to see an expression of sheer terror as his towel unfolded and dropped to the floor, exposing a rather limp cock. Although Lucas's body had been sedated from the oil, his mouth was not, so he was quick to yell out, "What the fuck are you doing? You faggot, what until I call the P-" but he never got the chance to finish his sentence - and I am sad to say that this would be Lucas's final coherent words - because soon, his mouth was covered by a glove which was covered in S.S.O. Sleep paralysis is a condition where you may find yourself unable to move your body in the middle of the night. It is usually a frightening experience because it is usually accompanied by weird sounds and shifting shadows as you lay helplessly wishing for it to be over. I once woke up in the middle of the night unable to move and I could swear that I could see the evil, evil grin of Fernando standing beside my bed and hear his manic laugh echoing through my ears. My stomach churned and I felt sick as if I have been dropped from a skyscraper. Luckily for me, it was just part of a sleep paralysis but it was enough to make me sleep deprived for the many days that followed. Unfortunately for Lucas, I am sorry to say, that this felt very much like sleep paralysis as he laid there helplessly and unable to move and by the time Fernando had lifted his hand away, Lucas head just flopped motionlessly to one side like a manniquin. A puddle of saliva started to accumulate in his mouth and began to dribble onto the floor as if he was at a dentist cleanup and the lady in charge of eliminating the saliva with the sucking machine decided to go on holiday midway and turned off the machine. Fernando then moved towards Lucas' face and whispered softly in his ears the disturbing words that I hope you or I would never have to hear from such a wiked man: "I'm going fuck the shit out of you and your going to enjoy every last bit of you." If you happened to be trespassing out on Lucas front yard this very moment and peeked through the blinds where the living room was, you would have seen a muscular man laying perfectly still like a dead log and another equally fit and muscular man unzipping his pants to reveal his hard cock, slowly feeding it to the man laying down, holding his head in place with one strong hand, and with his other hand, holding a video camera to record everything up close. And if you squint your eyes next to the picture of a beautiful lady and a decorative pot, you could well see another hidden camera that is capturing the entire sex scene. It is rather a hot scene, if you are into these sort of things, but not if you are the man that couldn't move due to the S.S.O and was struggling to breath for air between the rough thrusting of a thick cock in and out and up and down his throat. "You like that?" Fernando asked, as he looked down to see Lucas wide open mouth engulfing his cock and saliva trickling down his smooth chin and forming a small puddle on the floor. "Mmmmm," was all Lucas could mumbled between each thrust, which meant something like, "don't, please stop!" but Fernando ignored his reply and continue thrusting. After a couple of minutes, Fernando then moved towards the end of the massage table and pulled Lucas's leg apart, lining up his cock with Luca's tight and hairy ass. He then tried to force his cock in but Lucas squeezed his arse tight. He still had a bit of fight left in him. Fernando looked up at Lucas with an evil, evil grin and then applied some S.S.O oil onto his finger which he began to rub it around Lucas' sphincter and in a matter of seconds, much to Lucas' horror, it began to lossen up. Lucas tried to contract his arse again but it was futile, of course, and as one finger made its way into the soft and delicate lining of his ass, it was soon followed by two fingers and then a third and eventually, Fernando's whole 7-inch cock had slithered its way completely into his gut and was pumping wildly back and forth. The thrusting was rough and violent, as Fernando had said, and although it was extremity painful at the beginning, Lucas soon felt the pleasure, as all true bottoms do, as Fernando repeatedly hit his prostate. "I'm going to cum," Fernando said, as he pushed his cock in a little bit deeper and much to Lucas' furthur enjoyment. "Where do you want it?" "Mmmmm," Lucas cried, which meant something like, "Please. Give it to me!" "As you wish," Fernando replied with a smile. He placed the camera down and held both of Lucas's leg tightly and pushed his cock in as deep as he could. As Fernando's balls swelled up, Lucas could feel pulses after pulse of cum filling his gut. Fernando held the position for several seconds and grabbed Lucas' cock and started rubbing it ferociously until it started to spewed onto Lucas's chest a rather large puddle of cum, which Fernando quickly scooped up and fed it back to Lucas, holding his mouth shut and tilting his head upwards so that every drop made it down his throat. "Enjoy your last negative load," Fernando said, as he tilted his own head back and gave out a laughter, which still haunts my dreams ever since the last time I heard it after I narrowly escaped from Fernando's clutches in the public library a few months ago. Fernando reached down into his bag of supplies and, after a bit of fiddling, found exactly what he was looking for: a buttplug. He withdrew his cock from Lucas' ass, and in one swift motion as if he had done it a dozen times - which he has, by the way - grabbed the video camera from the fireplace and recorded the lining outside of Lucas' ass which was still wide open from the fucking and beginning to dribble with cum. Wasting no time, Fernando placed the buttplug to stop any more cum from leaking and hoisted the lifeless body over to the couch so that he was now sitting naked on the sofa, with the butt plug securely placed underneath him. Fernando knew that the sedative wasn't going to wear off for another hour or so - perfect for making a grand escape - but before leaving, he grabbed Lucas's wallet, which was sitting near the picture of his wife and the secret camera and searched through it. Lucas could do nothing but watched with his eyes - which was the only area that has not been sedated - as Fernando grabbed all the money from his wallet and threw what was left on the floor. Fernando glanced at his watch. "Looks like we got about an hour left before the effect wears off," he laughed. He walked over to where Lucas was sitting motionlessly and grabbed his head once more and pushed it onto his still-erect dick and skull fucked him for the second time. I am sad to say that Fernando was a heavy multiple cummer and he filled Lucas' mouth with a load as huge as one that he had previously deposited which dribbled slopperly down Lucas' mouth like a baby who was still learning how to eat, down his chin and onto his chest. "Who's the faggot now?" Fernando asked mockingly, and patted Lucas' face softly two times which made him dribbled some more cum onto his chest. Fernando got dressed and left the house leaving behind a motionless man with cum streaming down his mouth and a toxic load that was now incubating deep within his gut. The cum had no where to go as the butt plug held firmly in place and, I am sad to say, that the rough fucking caused the inside of his ass to be ripped apart enough to let the mutated gene flow through his bloodstream. I did get the chance to visit the house where Lucas lived in several years later only to find that it had been sold. From the interview I did with the friendly neighbours, they said that there was an argument not long after the incident which resulted in a divorce. It wasn't until some further investigation with a source, which I must keep secret to protect his identity, that I found out that Fernando had mailed a USB to Lucas's wife of the footages of the sex scene with a note saying, "Thanks for inviting me over buddy. Hope we could do this more often, especially when the wife is away." No one knows where Lucas is since he sold the house although various reports have confirmed that a hunk with a wolf tattoo can sometimes be seen roaming around the gay sex club Sixty-nine taking bare cocks on Friday nights. *** To my kind readers, I hope this manuscript of CENTRAL PARK BREEDING made it to you safely. Please be on the lookout for Fernando wherever he is; I have heard that he is making his way out of the state and is resting by Monument Valley National Park. Who knows what trouble he is stirring up with that S.S.O in his possession. With all due respect, Ganthian Ralph

I need to personally thank Read1 for recommending the Club 120 party. Holy wow, that event is what I thought CumUnions would be like. It was a little weird to be going (and leaving) an orgy party during daylight hours (party ran from 4pm-8pm), but it was so well worth it. I was there from 5 till 7:30. Based on Read1's other reviews I think they were expecting a big turnout this time, not only were there 4 slings setup, but they also had a "fantasy fuck wall" (think/Google "Czech Gay Fantasy" -- that's almost exactly the setup they had for this wall). The turn out was great - at least 60 guys probably more (>200 signed up). Sadly the fuck wall wasn't in use hardly at all since it was on the main floor and most of the action was happening on the floor above it where all the slings where. I spent a little time in one and didn't have a single taker. Upstairs however, I got plenty. It was pretty crowded and all I really had to do was lean over the railing with my ass pointed out and grin at anyone who gave me a pat -- this lead to me getting fucked by 6 or 7 different guys over the course of the evening with a couple returning to my hole to take another turn several times. One of the guys who fucked me invited me into a sling where I stayed for a while and had lots of spectators and a couple guys taking turns on my smooth hole -- it was my first time in an actual sling and for sure won't be my last. Finally near the end of the evening (who wants to cum early?!) I got 3 loads of cum shot nice and deep into me. One by an older beefy muscle guy, one by a thicker asian dude, and one by a tall bro-y looking white dude. As if all this wasn't enough a super cute tiny asian twink rimmed and blew me until I was ready to cum. We were standing beside a very hairy guy wearing a wrestling singlet taking loads in the sling -- his hole opened for use just as I was ready to blow (perfect!) -- it was very wet and clearly well-fucked, AND he cleaned me off too. I'm still pretty new to bath-houses and big sex parties, I was pretty shy and nervous up until about Jan of this year when I started PReP. I always kind of thought bathhouses would be a non-stop gay orgy and events like CumUnion would just add to that, and while I always get some action, it's never been quite the experience I envisioned (honestly, why are guys so shy at the bathhouse?! We all know why we're there!). This party at Club 120 was wholly different and exactly the kind of uninhibited piggy sex I've always been fantasizing about. Can't wait for the next one (May 14th! Come to Toronto!). Let me know if you saw me there, I was wearing the same turquoise jock as in my profile pic.

Hey versbb, this story is sizzlin...got me boned...as usual...off to romp in the pig pen and get some Poz cock of my own...oink, oink...keep it up!!

Hot Damn, versbbguy! You did it again! What a hot nasty pervy story full of incest and bug-chasing! I hope more is coming soon as Jake is now ready to add his own strain to Tyler's young poz hungry ass!!

Its a mental and physical thing for me,like having a top plow all the way in.There often is some pain involved,but like knowing he is using me for his pleasure as he needs to.Not a problem with average sized men,but longer cocks may take a bit more time to worm in all the way.Poppers help here.:)I am average sized and when I top Its all the way in too.:)

If you want to get a room at the Dunes Inn you have to get it in advance. It's worth it though. I had a room this past Sunday and Monday. Checked in on Sunday and put an ad for tops on BBRT and within minutes was ass up taking loads. At one point Sunday night I was tagged by four horsehung black topstuds. On Monday afternoon two of them came back and tagged me again. Finished Monday night servicing a top with a fat 10" cock who dumped three loads in my hole. Not sure how many loads I took altogether I was dripping. Getting a room at the Dunes Inn is worth it.

Deep penetrarions adds a whole other dimension to being bred. I personally love it when a top is balls deep in a bottom. Such a turn off to only get the head of a cock in me. I want it all or nothing. I want to be able to milk your cock as you are pulling out of my fuck hole

I love public sex, I am always harder if others are watching as I fuck. Have fucked openly at many cruising places South West England even when families are nearby. Also on beaches. Last weekend fucked a T-girl and her boyfriend bb very openly on a local beach, several other guys and one man/woman watched. Also been pissed all over whilst naked on Plymouth Hoe, although this was after dark, but plenty of people around.

Hi PNP .. thanks for the follow ... reckon your profile name tells me we might just get along fine!

I go over to the stairs and go down. At the bottom, a balding man is tucking his shrt into his trousers. He grins at me and gives me a thumbs up. I can smell the place, a mixture of poppers and piss and damp and hear the unmistakable sounds of men having sex - groans, sobs, and the slapping of skin on skin. I go into the dark area next to the cubicles. The young man is there, only he is entirely naked and his clothes are scattered on the piss-soaked floor. He's bending over sucking Bill's cock as he leans against the sink. Behind the lad, a skinny man with his trousers around his ankles is fucking hiim in the arse, one hand around his waist and the other pushing the twink's head down onto Bill's cock. Bill sees me and grins. There are other men watching and waiting in the cramped area as they wank their cocks. The man in the boy's arse starts to thrust hard, working himself to a climax. " Gonna cum!". His whole body shudders and I watch his wrinkled buttocks clench and relax, clench and relax as he squirts his cum in the smooth young body. For a moment I feel guilty. "Should they be doing this?". A short, flabby man in a singlet is standing next to me. His arms are covered in old school tattoos and he has heavy steel earrings. He leers as we watch the skinny man pull out and drag up his trousers to his waist. " Too late now." He says, undoing his belt and opening his trousers. " He's probably already pregnant" He gets behind the young body and slides his cock between the sweating buttocks. The pressure forces out a drool of cum which drips out to join the puddle of spunk on the floor beneth them. The boy releases Bill's cock, gasps for air, and whispers "No more..please. No more..." But Bill jams a bottle of poppers under his nose and the lad sags in surrender as Bill pushes his cock back between his lips and the tattooed guy starts to thrust rapidly back and forth in short, urgent strokes. "Oh... uh... yeah." He gasps. " Take it you little bastard! Take my dirty cum!" With that he gives a loud cry and pushes hard against the bending body as he empties himslf. Then he pulls out and staggers upstairs without another word, dragging his trousers up as he goes. Bill smiles at me, nodding towards the boy's rear-end. I can't resist. I push my trousers and pants down and get behind the young man. His bottom is running with sweat and sticky with sperm which drips steadily from his gaping, brutalised hole. Bill offers me the poppers. I take a deep sniff, then slide into the warm, silky wetness as the solvent explodes in my brain. It's filthy, animal sex as I work myself to a climax, groaning with pleasure as I breed him, until my cock explodes and my sperm gushes out to join the rest swimming in his youthful rectum. At last I pull out. My cock and belly are covered in sperm and lube so I go over to a cubicle and use paper to clean off. Bill is now behind the young man, pushing his head down into the basin as he fucks him. I dress and head upstairs where I find most of the guys have left. The barman gives me a beer. "I guess he's getting a right seeing-to down there, eh?" He says. I nod in reply and he gives me an evil grin. "You'll have knocked him up alright." I raise an eyebrow as I sip my beer. The fat barman pushes up his sleeve and reveals a black bio-hazard tattoo. " I know you're in the club, matey. I seen the way your looks have changed the last few month since you've been coming here." From the basement comes a loud grunt as Bill orgasms I smile and raise my glass. "Yep," I say. "Here's to the club."

Hey everyone ! It's been a while since the last update, I hope you'll enjoy this part, which should make up for the shortness of the previous one. Let me know what you think (love knowing this story made you shoot, if you have the evidence, even better) ! ———————————————————— When Brandon freed one of his hands from his grip on my wrists, I seized the opportunity to take him by surprise and wrestle my way out from under him. We switched positions, and I pinned him underneath me. "I see you are ready," Brandon said with a huge grin, and damn did that make my heart jump in my chest. He was an absolutely gorgeous specimen, and under other circumstances, I certainly would have enjoyed having such a beautiful lover. He was still my son, however, and as his father, I had a responsibility to put an end to this, right now. We had done more than we should have. I shouldn't have given in the temptation, that first night. How bad was my luck that the one guy I actually cross the line with turned out to be my own son ? I moved from the bed, leaving Brandon on it, but the latter grabbed my wrist before I could get too far, and tried to pull me back. "Dad, where do you think you're going?" He said, almost threatening. I found the strength to resist his grip, and walked away, grabbing my underwear before getting out of the room. I needed to escape from him, but walking proved to be difficult, with the butt plug he'd put in me. I pulled it out and threw it in Brandon's room, groaning when I felt Brandon's cum dripping down my legs. Fuck, that shouldn't be so hot, but my cock just got harder. Damn fucker really had got me hooked on getting bred. How would I get my fix now? I wondered. I shook my head, mentally chastising myself for thinking about more cheating. I had done enough. I had to put a stop to this madness. I could hear Brandon chasing after me, but didn't let that stop me. I pulled on my boxers before I ran down the stairs. "Dad, come on," Brandon shouted, and before I knew it, he'd caught up to me and hugged me from behind, effectively trapping me with his arms in a tight embrace, and I could feel his cock protruding against my ass. Fuck. I felt his hot breath on my neck, his overwhelming scent intoxicating me. "Where will you even go at this hour, huh? Let's talk like adults." "I'm putting an end to this, Brandon," I said with as much authority as I could muster, and couldn't keep a moan from escaping me when Brandon thrust his bare cock up against my hole, with only the thin layer of my cotton boxers as a barrier, ruining any credibility in my words. It would be so easy to say fuck it, and let Brandon take me again right here in our living room, let him fill me up and shoot his second load in me tonight. Just thinking about it almost made me come, and that was such a hard thing to process. How had my mind been so screwed that it found the idea of fucking around with my son even hotter than if he were some random jock I wasn't related to? It probably was because of all the times I got off with J—fuck, Brandon—pretending he was my son. At the time, it was just a nice innocent fantasy. It was harmless, to fuck a hot young jock who was yearning for a daddy, but fucking him so many times, calling him my son, it really did make me enjoy the thought of it, and I never saw it coming. I had become conditioned to it. Damn it. "Oh, really?" Brandon said, his tone challenging as he thrust again, taking a whimper out of me as he grasped my cock. "Then tell me you want me to stop, 'cause your dick seems to be disagreeing." My hole was itching to be filled again, and it was all I could do to not give in. I had to remain strong, no matter how difficult Brandon made it for me, so I removed Brandon's hand from my cock. "Please stop," I said, and to my surprise, Brandon did let go of me. I finally turned around to face my son, thinking about what to say next. He looked stunned, and still so eager. It shouldn't be this hard to tell your son that he's not supposed to be fucking his own father. "Brandon, what happened between us tonight—hell, what happened the past few weeks—it never should've happened. I never should've cheated on your mother, least of all with you. I'm sorry I let this all happen." "Why should this end? We've got a good thing, Dad," Brandon protested. "It's actually the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you, so much." "And I love you too, you know that," I said even as my heart broke, feeling like I was breaking up with my son. "But you're my son, and we shouldn't be more than that. And what about Julie?" "I'll dump her," Brandon said, shocking me into silence. He took my hand, looking me in the eye as he added, "If that's what it takes. She means nothing next to you." "That's insane," I said. "That's not even my point. I like Julie. I thought you two were doing good. Fuck, can't you see? This thing between us, I never wanted it to happen, Brandon." "Then explain me something," Brandon said as he stepped closer, making it impossible for me to ignore how good he looked, how amazing he smelled. "When you didn't know it was me you were fucking all this time, what were you doing, cheating on mom with a young guy—repeatedly—getting your rocks off pretending you were fucking your own son, huh? I distinctly remember you being pretty into the whole Dad-Son role-play." He had me there, and I didn't know what to say to that. I was guilty of enjoying all those times I fucked him while being called Daddy. Just the taboo aspect of it made it so much hotter. But I wasn't so screwed that I would do my son, knowing it was him. "Well, it was just a fantasy. Like I said, I never wanted to actually have this kind of relationship with you." Until now, I omitted to say. My mind had never made the connection between Brandon and finding sex between father and son hot. "I love you as a father, all right? Despite everything that happened between us, I want you to remember that. And that's why we can't keep...you know, doing what we've done." "So, what, we're just going to pretend none of this ever happened?" Brandon said, crossing his big arms over his chest, his hard cock pointed at me. "I don't think I can do that." "Well, you'll have to, there's no other way," I countered, doing my best to keep my eyes on my son's face. "Get back to your room, all right? I'll go clean up." "Dad, please," Brandon pleaded as he grabbed my hand before I could walk back up the stairs. "If you really want to stop, can you at least let us have this one last time? I'm begging you." Fuck was I tempted. Brandon's face was a mixture of despair and lust, and as I let my eyes sweep over his gorgeous young body, I almost said yes. All I did was shake my head and turn my back on him before I could change my mind. I went back to the master bedroom, locking the door behind me and hurrying to change the sheets back and open the window to dissipate the sex smell in the air. Brandon left me alone while I covered our tracks, which was a relief. I had used up any resolve I had in me, ending things with Brandon, and I felt utterly heartbroken. I washed away all the evidence of our fucking in the shower, but couldn't resist jacking myself off to the memory of that hot and huge cock while fingering my hole with the remaining sperm that was there. I knew I was no saint, now less than ever, but at least I had declined Brandon's offer to pursue things further. I came hard, whispering my son's name as I came with my fingers up my ass, his cum still in my guts. I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting for the last time the sweet taste of my son's cum, wishing I had never gotten a taste of it in the first place and gotten hooked on it. ————————————————————————— The next morning, I rolled through the motions, barely acknowledging Kate on my way out to work as she came home. I barely got any sleep at all, tortured with vivid images of Brandon's perfect body glistening with sweat, fitting against mine like no one else ever had. Needless to say, I woke up with a raging hard-on, and had to beat off in the shower in shame again. Brandon was still asleep in his room when I went to check on him, his beautiful bare torso in display for me. I was thankful I had work the whole week to get me out of the house, away from Brandon. I'd taken the day off yesterday just to welcome Brandon home—and what a welcome it was. Trying to focus at work turned out to be easier than I'd anticipated, and I plunged myself into it, willing to find any distraction I could to take my mind off of my son. I'd even turned my phone off during the day. If I lingered a little longer than usual, I didn't think too long on it, even when I knew I was dreading coming home. By the time I left work, my wife had already left for her shift, leaving the house only to Brandon and I. I found my son lounging on the couch, almost naked if not for the tiny pair of briefs he was wearing. Fuck, but he was so gorgeous, lying here so close for the taking. My cock stirred to life in my tight pair of khakis, and I had to bring my briefcase up to hide it. "Hey, Dad," Brandon greeted me with a tentative smile that I returned, casting my gaze away from his magazine cover body. "Hey, son," I greeted back before making a retreat to my bedroom. The fucker was teasing me. He never used to walk around the house wearing so little before. I hid in the ensuite bathroom, splashing my face with cold water as I undid my tie. I changed into more comfortable clothes, debating what to do with my son. When I stepped back in my bedroom, I found Brandon sprawled on my bed. "Long day?" Brandon asked, giving me a sultry look. "You never answered my texts." "I turned my phone off," I answered, fishing it out of my pocket to turn it on, in case something serious had happened. I was surprised to see a dozen texts from Brandon, and even shocked when I found they were all pictures of him naked in incriminating positions. He even had a video of himself showing his cummy hole, which kept playing over and over on my phone, hypnotizing me. He must have taken that video last night, with my fresh load in his ass still. Fuck. I proceeded to delete them all before throwing my phone on the bed, looking back to a smug Brandon. "Liked what you just saw?" he inquired with his sultry voice as he stood up and marched towards me with grace. I stood my ground and tried to steel my features. He wanted to rattle me, and all I had to do was to get through it, to show him nothing was going to happen. I didn't know what to expect after our conversation last night when I went to bed, whether Brandon would give up or keep pursuing me—guess he went with the latter. I had hoped my attraction to Brandon would peter out after the cold realization I was forced to face yesterday, but so far, nothing. "No," I replied, trying to sound indifferent. He was right up in my face now, smelling clean and oh so amazing. It was impossible to stop my cock from getting hard, and there was no way he wouldn't be able to see how hot he was making me with only a pair of sweatpants covering my crotch. He made a show of gazing at my cock, then back up to me, with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk. "Why do you have to make things so difficult, Brandon?" I hissed, frustrated at myself, at my libido. I fisted my hands hard, hoping the pain would stop my erection. "Because I'm not giving up on you so easily," Brandon countered, his flirty tone changing drastically to a serious one, his face hardening. "I've wanted you for so long, thinking I was insane and hopeless. It took me a while to come to terms with what I want, and after all the wonderful times we've had together, you're mistaken if you think I'm letting you go without a fight." I had not expected that, and was caught by surprise when Brandon cupped my face and brought me in for a kiss. I responded on instinct, kissing him back for a second before I pulled away, before he could pull his muscled body against mine. "No, Brandon, I told you this is not happening," I said firmly, only to be manhandled by my son and pushed on the bed. He locked the door to the bedroom, putting himself between myself and the only exit. He proceeded to move his body then, in a way I didn't know he was capable of, undulating with more grace than any stripper I'd ever seen. Oh God, I was getting a lap dance from my son, I realized, when he got close to me, showing me his eight pack, his hard pecs, turning around to shove his meaty ass up my face. I was hard as a rock, watching Brandon in all his naked glory, with his tiny briefs hiding next to nothing, only accentuating how big his glutes were, and how hard and big his cock was. He rubbed his ass against my cock, and I grunted in pleasure, desperate to shove my cock back inside his sweet young hole, where it belonged. The treacherous thought froze me on the spot, and prompted me to stop my son's movements. Fuck. Fuck. I threw Brandon on the bed, and jumped for the door, unlocking it to make my escape. I ran as fast as I could, grabbing my car keys and wallet on my way out. I drove away, not knowing where to go as I willed my stiff cock to go down. It was so unfair I almost wanted to cry. I headed back to the office to cool down, away from Brandon. Everyone had gone home when I got there, so I was peacefully alone with my sinful thoughts. I needed to figure out how to deal with Brandon, what to say to him to make him see reason. I rested my head on my desk, lost in my thoughts, trying to come up with a solution but finding none. I felt so alone, with no one I could talk to about this particular issue. I couldn't bring this up to anyone, and that just made things worse. I felt so consumed with guilt and lust at the same time. "Dad." I whipped my head up, finding Brandon standing in the doorway of my office, wearing more clothes than the last time I'd seen him, with old jeans and a tee shirt so tight that it could very well have been painted over his pecs and abs. "Come home, please," Brandon said, his blue eyes pleading. "You can't escape forever, you know? I'm sorry for coming on so strong. It's just so hard, having you so close, but not being able to have you. I'll give you some space, ok? Just come home." He sounded so sad, so genuine that I had to listen. This was Brandon, just yearning for my affections—the wrong kind, of course, but affections still. I got up from my chair and walked around my desk, pulling my son into a hug. I felt him relax in my embrace, burying his nose in my neck. He was trembling, and I really felt for him. I stroked his back, and he tried to pull me closer in return, but I made sure to keep our crotches apart. We stayed like that for a few minutes, just hugging each other. "I love you, son," I said, meaning every word. "I love you, Daddy," he whispered, that last word going straight to my cock, unfortunately. I pulled away, offering my son a soft smile, and then proceeded to get my things and switch everything off in my office. He kept his word and didn't try anything as we went home in separate cars. I was glad to know he was going to back off, and hoped we could repair our relationship now. I was hoping, above all else, that with time, his current infatuation with me would fade away—as well as mine. Brandon deserved great things in life, and I wanted him to have it all. A sexual relationship with me never factored in the plans I had for Brandon's future. He was headed toward a great life with Julie, as a future lawyer. I kept that in mind as my mantra to strengthen my will, in case Brandon tried to make me stray again. It was for his own good, I told myself. When we got home, Brandon kept his clothes on—thank fuck—and offered to cook dinner for us both, refusing my help. I took that opportunity to wrap some things up for work I'd left unfinished today. The evening went by a blur, with wine and good food at the table, I let myself go and kept on drinking, needing to unwind. I didn't think, and drank whenever Brandon gave me a refill, probably drinking more than I should have. I felt buzzed, and free, and could finally break the tension with my son. We laughed over old times, as though nothing had happened between us, and for a moment, I could almost forget our affair. "Thank you for dinner, son," I said as I prepared to clear the table, but had to steady myself when I stood up on wobbly legs. "You're welcome, Dad, but you don't have to do a thing, let me," he said as he helped me to the couch. I was dizzy, and lied on the cushions face down, hearing dishes being put away in the distance. Sleep was taking over me when Brandon shook my shoulder lightly. "Let's get you to bed, Dad," I heard him say, and next thing I knew, I was lying in my bed on my back. I threw my arm over my eyes, feeling a headache approaching, and longed for a good night of sleep. "I'm so hot," I mumbled, feeling uncomfortable in my shirt and my sweatpants. I felt hands on me, and breathed a sigh of relief when my shirt was removed and the cool evening air brushed my skin. I was aware enough to feel my sweatpants taken off, leaving me in my boxers only. I scooted higher on the bed until my head hit my pillow, and soon enough, I succumbed to sleep. Once again, Brandon invaded my dreams, naked on the bed with me, crawling over my body on all fours with a seductive grin. Looking up at me with his beautiful baby blues while his plump lips wrapped around my cock. His rock hard abs flexing in front of me as he rode my cock like an expert, moaning Fuck me, Daddy, loud enough to be heard in the entire neighbourhood. The images were so vivid it almost felt real, even my cock felt warm, as though it really was inside Brandon's sweet hole. That thought startled me into awareness, and when I opened my eyes, mind still foggy, I found the object of my desire actually going to town on my cock. The sight alone almost made me shoot my load. I couldn't even move, watching my own son impaling himself on my cock in front of me, an identical replica of my dreams just right now, with a sheen of sweat on his taut belly. "Oh yeah, fuck," Brandon whispered, eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on his face that had me mesmerised. He never looked as beautiful as he did in that instant, and I hated myself for thinking that. He looked so far gone he hadn't even noticed I was awake now. The second thing I realized as I looked down at my cock, was that he was riding it bareback, just like I'd wanted for so long, all those times before when he'd make me wrap it up. "Brandon," I said, catching the look on Brandon's face, like a deer caught in headlights. He recovered quickly though, and grinned at me as he kept on fucking himself. "Hey, Daddy, glad you decided to join me," he said, and actually quickened his pace, bringing me closer to the edge. "Brandon, stop," I begged, my mind still feeling dizzy enough to tell me that I hadn't been dozing long enough to sleep the alcohol off. "You told me you'd give me some space..." I mumbled, moaning despite myself. "And here you are...fuck.... molesting me in my sleep!" "I couldn't resist, Daddy," he said between thrusts, and put his hands on my chest, caressing my pecs, playing with my nipples. "You looked just too damn irresistible, laid out here, almost naked, ripe for the taking, and your cock was so fucking hard already. I didn't know booze made you so horny, but I'm glad I found that out." "Brandon, please," I begged again, for what exactly, I didn't know, but his raw hole felt so fucking good, all warm and wet, so tight around my cock. "Come on, Daddy, fuck me, please fuck me," Brandon said, pinning my wrists down above my head as he leaned down to capture my lips in a passionate kiss. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he kept muttering between kisses. I was so overwhelmed, from the incredible warmth around my cock, to the feel of Brandon's soft skin over my hips, his beautiful lips on mine, his intoxicating smell, I couldn't think clearly anymore. I was drunk in the first place, but now I was also drunk on lust, and in a sensory overload. "I want your Dad sperm in me, please, Daddy, fill me up," Brandon said, slipping his tongue in my mouth again and making me engage in a long kiss as my hips started moving, thrusting up so my cock met his ass in a perfect tandem. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good," I let out, unable to filter my thoughts any longer. "Made such a beautiful boy." "All yours, Daddy," Brandon said, kissing me harder. "I love your bare cock in me, stretching my hole, filling it with your load." "Fuck." Brandon had such a dirty mouth, I'd almost forgotten just how nasty and vocal he could be. I'd almost forgotten just how much I loved his dirty mouth, how much it turned me on. "I want your babies, Daddy," Brandon added, fucking himself harder on my cock. "Want you to knock me up, keep my guts coated with your loads all the time until it takes." I couldn't take it anymore, with everything Brandon was saying, doing to me, I shot my load hard, my cum bursting inside my gorgeous and young son's ass. He stopped moving the moment I started shooting, taking my cock all the way in, as deep as it could reach. "Yeah, sperm me, Daddy, sperm me," he said with a huge smile on his face as he came himself, hands free, the look so beautiful it only added to my climax. His cock twitched back and forth as it shot its thick, creamy son cum all over his abs and mine. It was without a doubt the hottest thing I'd ever experienced in my life, my mind absolutely blown away. I watched as Brandon scooped up his load off his belly and mine, coating his own cock with it, and letting some drip over my waiting tongue. "How's it taste, Daddy?" "Fucking sweet," I growled, completely lost in lust, my tongue licking some of the cum that had dripped on my lips. I watched my son grab something from the bed, the same black butt plug he'd used on me yesterday, and slip it in his hole easily as he came off my cock. He threw my legs up in the air then, resting my shins on his shoulders as he aligned his cock toward my hole. I could feel his cum-coated erection teasing my entrance, and threw my head back with a moan. "Fuck, you're so hot, Daddy," he said, leaning over to kiss me. I kissed him willingly, licking at his tongue desperately, letting his lips meet mine in a fiery dance as the head of his cock slowly penetrated me, pushing some of his load in. I groaned, the sounds coming from my throat swallowed by Brandon while he picked a pace fucking my hole with his sperm as the only lube. My hole was still a bit loose from the night before, and it only hurt a bit as his big son cock started fucking me eagerly. "Fuck me, son, fuck," I said, grabbing Brandon's firm ass, kneading his cheeks and urging him to fuck me harder. "Love you, love you, love you, love you," Brandon muttered in perfect timing with his frantic thrusts, and soon enough shot another load, this time inside me, the familiar feeling making me climax again. There really was nothing quite like getting a fresh, warm load of young cum bursting inside you, coating your guts so deep you could feel it. I felt like an addict getting his fix, and kept his hips in place until I could milk every last drop of his son sperm inside me. I was in heaven, and nothing else could bring me down in that single perfect instant with my son.

7. Seth "Fuck me," I moaned. Cal's tongue was pressing into me, and it wasn't enough. I needed something bigger inside of me, something more masculine, more potent, more alive. Even though I had barely been barebacking for twelve hours, and bottoming for less than a third of that time, there was a brutal compulsion that I could not control. I had seen porn movies before where the bottom seemed almost out of control, that their life and happiness were totally dependent on getting fucked and bred. Until now, I hadn't understood that need. But now, this need was more than just understandable. It seemed like the natural state of things. I wanted men to put their cocks inside of me. I wanted them to fuck me. Most of all, I wanted them to breed me. The only measure of my worth was how many loads I could accumulate over the course of a day. "Fuck me. Please," I grunted, as Cal relentless licked my hole, teasing me with what could be. "You want it, boy?" Jon asked. He was now standing beside me. I looked down; his thick daddy cock was hard again. There was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. It was a fluid that should have been released inside of me, not left to dissipate into thin air. "Yes," I said. I tried not to sound too desperate, but every second without a dick inside of me was agony. Cal's tongue was good, but it wasn't Jon's tongue. Nor was it Jon's cock. "Fuck me." "Of course, boy," Jon said. He ran his hand down my torso, tracing out the muscles before following the line down to my cock. "Seems like you're pretty turned on by all of this?" "Yeah," I said. "I am." "That's good," Jon continued. "A young man like you should always be horny." He leaned in and kissed me. "A young man like you should always be getting fucked. Or fucking." He was right. Of course, he had the experience that came with age, but even I, still young, still barely a barebacker, knew that he was right. "Always," he said, as he moved behind me, and insinuated his cock into my crack. He was already hard and his dickhead pressed up against my hole. "You want my hole?" I asked, arching my back. I tried my best to sound like this was my choice, but I failed. There were only two ways this could work out. The first was Jon fucking me and the second was me fucking Jon. Either way, a dick needed to be in a hole. "You want it?" I asked again, this time not even attempting to hide the need in my voice. "I do. But I think you need it worse. Don't you, boy? Don't you need my cock?" "Please," I murmured and I rubbed my ass up and down along his shaft. "I need your cock." "You need my load?" he asked. "Don't you need my load inside of you?" "Please," I repeated. "I need your load." For a brief moment, the sex fog lifted, and I realized exactly what I had asked for. I had asked Jon for his load. He had told me he was positive, and I had just asked him to cum inside me. But, then I remembered. I had taken a drug earlier that day, and it no longer mattered. Sex was safe again, even when it was bareback. "Of course boy. Any time you want it, it's yours for the asking." Jon wrapped one arm around my chest. His dark hair contrasted with my light, smooth skin. It only emphasized the differences between us: maturity and youth, man and boy, poz and neg, and most of all in that moment, top and bottom. With his other hand, he reached down and aligned his cock with my hole. I pressed back, Jon pushed forward, and with barely any resistance, his cock re-entered my body. "Oh hell yes," he said. "That's a hot fucking hole." "Feel all that cum up there?" Cal asked. "Feel it in that slutty hole?" "Oh yeah," Jon grunted. He was pushing deeper into me, finding the well-used route into my body. "My load. Your load. Jean-Paul's load." He pulled out, just enough to distribute some of the accumulated semen along my hole. "He was born to take cock." I could see the two of them just barely reflected in the glass of the window. Cal started to stroke his cock, and then he leaned in and kissed Jon. The two stayed lip-locked as Jon pushed his cock the rest of the way inside of me. "All the way," Jon said when he finally broke off the kiss. In the reflection, Cal whispered something in Jon's ear. I could just barely hear it. "...potential to spread it," he ended, as he raised Jon's arm and buried his nose in the man's armpit. "Of course," Jon said, agreeing with whatever Cal had whispered. "He's born for this." Jon turned his attention back to me. "You've been dreaming of getting it raw, haven't you?" "Yeah," I said. "Every time I jerk off." I took a deep breath. "I'm never going back to condoms." But it didn't matter. There were better ways to stay safe than a thick, impervious rubber sheath around what should be close, warm, and intimate. "Don't be fooled," Cal said. "Every man wants to go raw. Every. Man." "Well, of course the three of you do," I said. Jon was deep inside me now, slowly thrusting in and out of me. He was edging himself, pushing himself closer and closer to orgasm. I didn't mind his pace. I had already gotten his load once. This time, we could relax and enjoy the journey. Having him so close to me was important. I needed his body pressed against mine and his raw cock buried inside me was as close to a paradise as I would ever find. "i want you inside me raw." "I know," Jon said. "It's good, isn't it?" "Yeah," I said. Just as the weed was starting to taper off, the drink was hitting me. Both drugs were affecting my mind, each of them re-enforcing the other and pushing me towards a world where only pleasure mattered. "I love feeling you inside me," I said. "Inside you raw," Jon murmured in response, gently pushing himself deeper into me. "Sex the way it was meant to be." "And now it's safe," I said. "Just a pill," Jon said. It was just a pill. Every day. And I wouldn't have to worry about men like Jon. I could enjoy them for what they were: beautiful, arousing, sexual creatures. All I had to do was remember to take a pill once a day. It would be easy. There wasn't much that would keep me from a quick pill, once a day. Especially given the peace of mind that it brought. "Just remember to take it tomorrow," he said. I twisted my head back to meet his lips. We kissed and his tongue probed my mouth. I was happy to have met Jon, and thankful that he was the first one to fuck me raw. We had talked so much about barebacking over the past few months, it seemed almost impossible that it was happening, and not just happening, but happening for the second time. Jon had been there for me so many times: validating my terrors of barebacking, but also reassuring me about the pleasures. Luckily, the terrors were rapidly receding. Jon's raw cock felt amazing inside of me, and I was reveling in the freedom that raw sex was providing. Jon could pull out, but another man would quickly take his place. It could have been Cal, it could have been Jean-Paul. Or maybe it could be a stranger, someone totally unknown, yet eager to enjoy my hole. My cock throbbed, thinking about the possibilities. "I want you to cum in me again," I whispered to Jon. There was so much I wanted to tell him: about how good he felt, about how glad I was that he was inside of me raw, about how badly I wanted another man inside of me, and about how I'd never defile myself again with latex. But for now, that short phrase would cover all those thoughts. "I want you to cum in me again," I repeated. "Of course," Jon said. "I hate wasting cum. And you are such a worthy hole to shoot in." We had found a steady rhythm to our fucking, his cock sliding in and out of me, my hips forcing myself further on his shaft. "I can feel how hungry you are," he continued. "I need your cum," I said. I was turning into one of the bottoms I saw in porn flicks, always getting fucked and always hungry for another load. A fifty load weekend no longer seemed like an insane quest; rather it felt like just a good start on the coming week. "I want more." "More?" Jon asked me. "You know that tomorrow is the day for you." "Tomorrow?" I asked. It seemed like such a long way away. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to last that long. "Tomorrow is the party in your honor. How many do you want?" "Loads? Or men?" "Does it matter?" Cal chimed in. "I'm sure you can take it, no matter what it is." "No," I said. "As many as I can get. Six? Seven? Eight?" I didn't want to seem greedy, but at the same time, I wanted everything I could get. This was my life now, a life of freedom and exploration, where sex was common and safe, and the last of my fears were fading away. "I think that can happen," Jon said. "Easily." "Hell," Cal said. "He'll get at least six loads tonight, if not more." He turned to me, kissed me, then whispered in my ear. "Fucking cumslut," he said. "Taking every load you can." He kissed me again. "Fucking jealous of you." "Don't mind Cal," Jon said. "He's a greedy bottom." Earlier in the day, I wouldn't have understood that at all. But now it was far too easy to comprehend. The need for seed could be all-consuming. At least I had Jon's cock in my ass as I was contemplating this idea. If I had been alone, it would have driven me insane with desire. "But tonight, it's all for you." "It is," Cal said. "I'm jealous, but I've had years to collect seed. You're still young. And innocent." The two men laughed at the comment; it was clear that they had spent a long time together and had developed a personal language. I wondered what meanings they were imputing to "young and innocent" and what I needed to be wary of. But it wasn't time for philosophizing. It was time for fucking. Jon pulled nearly all the way out, then slammed back in. I pressed up against the window, momentarily terrified that it wouldn't be able to withstand the attack. But the window held up against my weight, my hole swallowed Jon's cock, and the world was right again. All that I needed was another load inside of me. "Cum in me," I grunted. "Please?" "Of course," Jon said. "But I'm having too much fun doing this and I don't want to cum too soon." He pushed his dick back into me. This time I could feel the drip of pre-cum into my hole, lubricating me for the continued fuck. "Oh fuck yeah," he said. "So fucking good." His cock was stiff and long, and he was using it to the best advantage to slide in and out of my hole. I knew just how he felt: like a man, a man enjoying himself. It was good that he was using me like this. He deserved to feel good. "You don't have to stop," I said. "Fuck me as long as you want." "Or as I need," Jon said. "Come on," Cal said. "Give the boy a break. Plenty of time this weekend. And I think dinner's almost ready." "You're right," Jon said. He turned his attention back to me. "You want to be a greedy boy and get a load now? Or wait for after dinner?" I leaned back on his cock. "Now," I said. "And then another one after." "We'll have to see about that," Jon said. "But definitely one for you right now." He started to thrust his cock harder, forcing himself as deep as he could get. "That's just such a nice hole. So warm." "So wet with cum," Cal said. He leaned in and kissed me. "Three loads up there," he said. "And you're going to get a fourth. Must feel great." "Yeah," I said. "It feels fucking amazing." Jon had been fucking raw for years. He'd almost been fucking longer than I had been alive. I was jealous of all the men who had gotten his load before me. I wanted all of the loads, and didn't want to share. Jon continued to thrust in me, and I had to push back against him with all my strength. I looked out the window at the sun setting on the city-scoped below. I wondered if people could see me, naked, a hot older man pounding my ass. If they could see me, I wondered what they thought. I wondered if they knew how badly I had wanted exactly this, and how many nights I had jerked off fantasizing about a man fucking me raw. Cal has been reading my mind. "If the light's on, yeah, people can see in." I tried to step back, but was quickly reminded that right behind me was Jon and his hard dick. It jammed another quarter inch inside of me. In any other context, it was barely anything at all. But in my tender hole, it felt like several times that. "Oh, fuck yes," Jon said. I was now truly impaled on his cock. If he came, his load would go straight into my gut. It wouldn't be long before my body absorbed the semen and a part of Jon would be permanently a part of me. I might be just another hole to fuck for Jon, but he'd always be the first guy that came in me. I wanted to treasure the memory of that load. "Oh hell yes," Jon grunted again, slamming his cock into my hole. He gasped. "Oh Fuck," he moaned, and his cock throbbed. There was an explosion of warmth in my body that I knew was his cum. Jon had cum a second time inside of me, and I was barely satisfied. I clenched my ass, milking out every drop of his precious semen. "Oh yeah. Milk out that cum." He pulled out, then pressed back into me. "Every drop." Another jet of jizz shot into my body and with it, another wave of pleasure washed over me. Having a man truly cum in me was still a new sensation. It had happened many times with a rubber, but bareback was still utterly new. I didn't yet have the words to explain the sensations. "It's good," Jon continued. "It's so good." His body was pressed up against mine, his sweaty, hairy chest pinned against my back. "Cumming inside you," he grunted, as more cum leaked out of his cock and into me. "Another load?" a new voice said. I turned my head as best I could, and barely saw JP framed in a doorway. "Yeah," Cal said. "Number four for our new boy." "Well, if we're going to get loads five through ten into him, you're going to need some food. Dinner's ready." Cal, not deeply fitted together like Jon and I, bounded over to Jean-Paul. He gave the older man a deep kiss, as the man's right hand disappeared into Cal's sweatpants, cupping and squeezing his ass. Cal said something, but he was too far away for me to hear it. "We should join them," Jon said. His cock was starting to soften inside of me. "Tonight, I can sleep with my dick inside you." My dick throbbed at the possibility of having Kevin all night. Things that were too hard to pull off with rubbers suddenly became possible bareback. There were so few negatives with barebacking and so many positives. I could fall asleep with a cock inside me. Getting double-fucked no longer seemed so scary. I could have three hung men in a row pound my hole multiple times. Finally, I could feel so close with the man I was having sex with. The only real negative was AIDS, and that wasn't a problem any more. Jon pulled himself out of me, and it jerked me back to reality. "It's easy to get lost," Jon said. "I've been there. Need something to keep you grounded." He pulled me close with an arm wrapped around my waist. "Pull up your sweats, and let's get some food." Dinner was perfect JP had made a salad, pork chops and some grilled cauliflower. It was just enough food to leave me satisfied without feeling full. "What's for dessert?" Cal asked, after JP had re-filled our wine glasses, and Jon had passed around a freshly packed bong. The alcohol and weed were making me feel warm and lazy; I wanted to get naked, curl up with one of the naked "Well, I didn't make anything," JP said. "But I know two boys who could use a cream filling." He was staring at me. "I know Jon got another round with you. My turn now." It could have been a question, but it wasn't. He was asserting what was his, and daring me to contradict him. He didn't need to bother. As soon as he mentioned it, my hole started to twitch in anticipation. "You want to take care of Seth?" Jon asked. "I've already had seconds. And I think Cal is feeling left out of the fun." I glanced at Cal, seated across from me. He started to smile. "Finally," Cal said. "Well," Jean-Paul continued. "It sounds like we know what we want. Shall we head back to the bedroom?" "Sure," Jon said. "We'll worry about the dishes later." He stood up, and took Cal's hand. They headed out of the dining room towards the bedroom, leaving me alone with Jean-Paul. "How are you doing," he asked me, standing up and offering me his hand. "Good," I said. "Really good." I was definitely feeling the wine and the weed, but in a good way. It took the edge off and removed some inhibitions. JP pulled me close to him; pressed up against his warm body, I could smell the accumulated sweat, lube, and hint of cum from our earlier fucking. I leaned in to kiss him; he accepted my tongue readily. "I want to get back in you," he said. "Feel all those loads up your hole." "I want you inside me. I want you to cum in me again." Through our sweatpants, I could feel his cock growing hard. Even soft, it was thick and heavy; hard, it was almost a monster. It was only the beginning of the weekend, and I wondered if I could take two more days of being fucking by dicks like this. But that was something to think about later. For now, I just wanted his cock back inside me. "Fuck me." "Hungry boy," JP said. He grabbed the bong off the table and handed it to me. "Do another hit for me. I want to see what you do when you're stoned." "Are you?" I asked. "After you," he said. I took the hint, and held the lighter by the bowl. I took a big hit, enjoying the sound of the smoke bubbling through the water. I held the hit as I handed the bong to JP. He followed my lead, and did another hit. We exhaled simultaneously, our bodies briefly hidden by the smoke. "Ready?" he asked. "Hell yeah," I said. He pulled me close, and pushed down my sweat pants, leaving me naked. My cock was sticking out, hard and erect, and my ass was exposed, ready for a man to penetrate it. "My turn," I said, and pulled his sweats down. He was wearing a jockstrap underneath them, the mesh fabric straining to contain his manhood. I ran my hand over the pouch. His cock was like a snake cornered, twitching and trembling, trying to escape from its constraints. "You want that, don't you?" "Yeah," I said. "I do." "You want to do it here? Or in the bedroom?" "Your choice," I said. All I cared about was when I got it; at this point, I would have bent over on a street corner if I thought it meant getting dick sooner. "Bedroom," he said. "Gotta keep tabs on Cal and Jon, before they get too crazy." I wondered what Jon and Cal might be doing that the four of us had not already done. "Come on," he said. He walked out of the dining room, taking off his jock strap and letting it fall to the floor. His ass was thick and muscular. I hadn't cum since this morning, and my cock needed relief just as badly as JP's did. I wanted to bury my dick deep inside JP and feel his warm hole wrap itself around my tool. Of course, I also wanted to shoot my load into him as well. I followed him into the bedroom. Cal and Jon were on the bed already, Cal's legs spread and up in the air and Jon already inside of him. The two of them had their arms wrapped around each other, and were whispering to each other. JP and I were far enough away that it was an indistinct murmur. "Guess we're on the couch," JP said, motioning me towards a black leather couch. It was at an angle to the bed, arranged so that we could watch the two men on the bed, or look out the window at the sunset. JP sat down on the couch, his erect shaft sticking straight up. "Come here boy," he said to me. I straddled him and pushed my ass back against his dick. "You want it?" he asked. I was facing him, staring into his brown eyes and studying his grey-flecked stubble. He was at that indeterminate age of "older:" perhaps early forties, maybe even a well-preserved sixties. But age didn't matter here; the only thing that did matter was his cock. It was nuzzled up against my hole, waiting to penetrate me. "Ready?" he asked. He didn't need to do any explanation of what he meant by that. We both had the same goal. "Yeah," I said. "Good." He put a hand on my waist, and reached around to guide his cock into my hole. His cockhead slid in, almost too easily. It was the fifth time I had gotten fucked that evening, and my hole was relaxed and ready. "Oh yeah," he said, as the head disappeared into my body. "Fucking nice hole. Fucking nice spermy hole." "Oh god," I moaned, feeling his manhood press into my body. "Oh fuck yes," "Give him what he needs," Jon called out, hearing my grunts and moans. "You know he can handle it." "Ignore him," JP said. He craned his neck, I leaned in, and we kissed. His stubble was rough against my face, but that was the way it should be. There was no mistaking he was a man as his thick cock pushed into me; the stubble only re-enforced that. "What do you need? What do you want?" "Your cock," I said. "Yes, boy?" he replied. He was laying claim to me, that much was clear from his tone, and it made me happy. I had always tried to control my fantasies. I had read so much on the internet: from groups to barebacking, from partying to leather, from bondage to role play, what turned me seemed limitless. I had been raised to be a good boy, and between the barebacking, the wine, and the pot, that short lifetime of indoctrination was quickly fading away. To be his boy, his personal toy seemed like the best thing I could do at the moment. "What else?" "Your load," I continued. He kissed me again, working his way down my face, throat, and finally reaching my smooth chest. "What else?" "Jon's cum." This time he didn't have to say a word. He just lifted his eyebrow, and I knew he expected more from me. "Cal's cum." "And?" "Anyone's cum." He smiled at me. Admitting I would take anyone's cum was a small price to pay. I would do anything to see that smile again. "That's my boy," he said, and kissed me gently. As soon as he broke off the kiss, he slammed his cock into me. "Cumhole," he said, as my body shook from the impact. He kissed me again. "Just how I like them. Innocent on the outside, perverted on the inside." "I try," I said. Jean-Paul's raw cock was remorselessly thrusting into me. That was the fundamental perversion of the night: I was letting another man bareback me. There seemed to be nothing more perverted or anything more transgressive than the simple act of two men having sex the way it had always been. The condom had so quickly become an inevitable part of sex that we, as men, had forgotten how unnatural it was. But, at the same time, until very recently, the condom was critical. Jon had told me that the entire family, Jon, Jean-Paul, and Cal, were all HIV-positive. "How long for you?" I asked, between bouncing up and down on JP's shaft. "I mean, being..." I hesitated. It was not my place to ask this deeply personal question. But, JP had his cock buried in my ass and was dripping pre-cum into me. There was not much that seemed to be off-limits between the two of us. "Poz?" JP asked. He pushed me down on to his cock, reminding me exactly who was fucking whom. "Yeah," I said. "When did you get it?" "Well. I found out twenty years ago. August 10th." "You remember?" "Some dates you never forget." "Do you know how you got it?" I asked. Once more, I wondered if I was getting too personal. But there was still the unmistakable presence of JP's manhood in my gut, leaking the virus he had acquired so many years ago into me. It didn't matter now; I was protected. But I was still curious. "I was younger. Lost. I had broken up with my college boyfriend, ten years after we had moved in together." He stared at me for a moment. "You want to hear the ramblings of an old man?" "Yeah," I said. It was the honest answer. I did want to hear his story. "Fucking hot older man. DILF." "Thanks. Anyway. I was lost after that. Started going to circuit parties. All-night, drug-fueled dance parties, a sea of almost naked, muscle men. Hooking up with the men I met there. It was all about living in the moment, giving ourselves over to pleasure. We knew the risks, but condoms were too much trouble." His gaze lost focus as the memories of those years hit him. At first, it was hard for me to tell if the memories were good ones or bad ones. But then, I felt his dick push deeper into me, lubricated by the steady drip of his pre-cum. "And?" I asked. "Two weeks after a party in Palm Springs, got really sick. Was in the hospital for a few days. They did the blood test, and found out why I was sick." "HIV?" "Exactly. I want to say finding out gave me the kick to make my life better. But it didn't. Not by a long shot. It made it worse. More parties. More drugs. More men. And now I no longer had to worry about catching anything. So more unsafe sex." "What about now?" Jean-Paul seemed so adult, so in control of his life that it was hard for me to imagine that he was once an out-of-control party boy. "I mean, it's not what you are now is it?" "Well. I'm a lot better now. There's still the occasional bit of fun." He pushed his cock into me; I was clearly the bit of fun for the night. "It wasn't until I met Jon that I really started to clean up and calm down. But that was nearly four years later." I kissed him. It was hard to think of anything else I could do in that moment to get closer to him. My body was pressed against his, my tongue was in his mouth, and his cock was in my gut. My cock was hard as a rock, thinking about everything he had done and the experiences I wanted to share with him. "Any regrets?" "About my life?" he asked. I nodded. "No. Can't have regrets. There's no opportunity to go back and fix things." This time he kissed me. We didn't have to say anything; even as young and innocent as I was, I intuitively understood what he was telling me. "But it's a lot easier now. You've got PrEP, and don't have to be afraid of the freedom." There was another pause. In the background, I could hear Cal and Jon fucking. "You?" he started. "Are you scared at all?" "Yeah," I said. "I was. I barely fucked until college. And even though I fantasized about barebacking, I didn't dare do it until today." "You trust it?" "Of course," I said. "It works. I read a lot about it, before I started." The first time I heard about it, it seemed too good to be true. A pill that would protect me. "And Jon told me a lot about it as well." JP grinned. "And I get to reap the benefits of it. You're a real barebacker now." "Yeah. I am. Not going back either." "That's what I like to hear from a man. Any other kinks you want to explore?" "Well, uh," I stumbled. I knew I shouldn't be ashamed of what turned me on, but I blushed when I thought about the porn I had downloaded and all of the freaky stuff I had jerked off and shot my load to. Besides barebacking, there was one thing that reliably got me off. "Yeah. There is." "Yes?" JP asked, arching his eyebrow. "But, um, well." I stopped again. I wondered what JP would say. I hadn't even talk about this with Jon, much less the husband I had only met a few hours earlier. "I always get off to bondage movies." As I said it, I hadn't realized how fast my heart was racing. "Bondage?" he asked. There was a hint of tension in his voice. He was playing his cards close to his chest; it was hard to tell if it was excitement or condemnation. "You mean, like rope and restraints?" "Yeah," I said. "It's just, just the way I am." "No," he said. "It's cool. Better, it's very cool." He leaned in, the smile on his face was conspiratorial. "Jon and Cal. Doesn't do anything for them. But me. Nothing gets me harder than tying up a boy." In my gut, it was hard to tell if the feelings were from excitement, or the white shaft of marble that was JP's cock slamming into me. "I've never done it before though," I said, scared that telling him the truth would turn him off. "Doesn't matter. We can go slow." He closed his eyes, slammed his cock into me, and let out a gusher of pre-cum. "The thought of you. Rope around your body. Tethered down. Straining against the shackles, but ultimately powerless. Fuck!" He pulled his cock out, then slammed it into me. "I want to do that. To you. With you." He opened his eyes and stared at me. My hand went to my dick, almost involuntarily. I was barebacking with a hot older man. A dirty old man who wanted to tie me up. A man who wanted to tie me up, and fuck me. It was too many jerk-off fantasies colliding into reality, and my cock was dripping precum. "You like that boy?" "Fuck yeah," I said. I was jacking my cock furiously now, at least two strokes for every stroke of JP's stiff cock. "You'd let me tie you up?" I nodded. "Make you totally helpless?" I nodded again. "You know, I could do anything I wanted to you." I nodded once more. "I know." I was not the only one edging ever closer to orgasm thinking about the possibilities. "Anything you wanted." His cock was deep in me. "I've already let you cum in me." Things slowed down for me. I could feel every tiny movement of his cock, even the faint throb of his heartbeat. "I know," he said. His cock penetrated a millimeter deeper into me. It hardly made a difference, but in the moment, it mattered. He was inside of me. Dripping in me. "I want to cum in you again." Pressed against my ass, I could feel his balls, full and heavy with cum. They pulled in to his body, getting ready for the impending orgasm. "Fill you with my load." "Do it," I said. "Fill me with your poz load." That needed to be said. As soon as I said it, time flipped. In less than the blink of an eye, JP had grabbed my hands, pulled them off my cock, slammed his own shaft far into my body, and for an agonizing moment, the world stopped. "Cum in me." "Fuck," he said, and a spurt of cum slammed down the length of his cock, directly into my body. It was quickly followed by a second one, and then a third. "Fuck," he said, before giving me a kiss, and shooting a fourth load of his dirty cum in me.

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Chariots 101 Lower Marsh, Lambeth, London SE1 7AB I have had over the years lots of BB fucks..... mainly me fucking. Most of the fucking was in the cubicals with the gloryholes. I would/could always find a cock craving ass that without asking backed up onto my cock bareback. Also you could find lots of bottoms positioned with their ass up in a cubical inviting you too fuck them. If no condom was lying next to them you for sure could fuck them bareback. Also had several times the pleasure to fuck ass bare in the steamroom.

We went upstairs and sat at the bar. There were a few guys by now and I saw them looking at us with some disgust. The barman served us a couple of beers. He dropped a coin when he was putting the money in the cash register. When he bent down I saw a wet patch on the back of his trousers. I could now see Bill better in the glow from the lights behind the bar. He was skinny and older than I thought, with wispy hair and thin, waxy skin and liver spots over the back of his wrinkled hands. He also had a noticeable sore on his bottom lip and I shuddered at the memory of his kiss, and those diseased lips around my cock, He grinned at me "I heard about your exploits downstairs last night. Sounds like you're a right dirty bastard!" he said. I blushed and grinned back, then sipped my beer. He leaned towards me and said in a low voice. "I take it you're poz like me, then?" "I'm...not sure. I've never been tested." He chuckled and winked at me. "If you've been fucking bare downstairs, I think we can safely assume you are now!" My hand shook a little as I remembered the previous evening and being bred by the man with the biohazard tattoo... He saw my excitement. "You like the thought of it...the dirty sex?" My throat was dry and I could only nod. "Time for me to do my rounds. Want to come?" Intrigued, I said alright and he suddenly went serious. "You come with me and there's no turning back. I live in the gutter and plumb the depths." I looked into his evil face, lined and gaunt from god knows what depraved activities and swallowed my beer. "let's go." I said, aware of the darkness emerging from my soul. We went outside. It was getting dark and the broken pavement glistened with rain. We went down a side street, then turned into a dark alley way with a flickering sign at the end which said Gay Cinema. Inside was a small booth with a bored looking fat guy watching some monitors playing porn. I paid the money for both of us, and followed Jim into the cinema. It was dim, smelly and lit only by a screen showing a close up of a bare cock thrusting between two huge buttocks. There were quite a few men watching. They all seemed to be middle aged or older, real dirty raincoat brigade, most of them wanking judging by the furtive movements of their arms. He ignored them and led me to a staircase leading down to the toilet which consisted of a single cubicle, broken wash basin and a urinal. There was a big hole cut in the cubicle door and I could see in the dim light that some padding had been put around the rim. The door below the hole was covered in dark stains and the whole, claustrophobic area reeked of piss. "Makes the toilet in the bar seem positively four star, don't it?" Bill pulled me into the cubicle and shut the door. It was dark and the toilet bowl had no seat. "After a couple of hours watching porn, they're ready to pop." he said, "and they 'ain't interested in anything but a warm, wet hole to do it in. You up for this?" I took a deep breath. "Yes," realising as I said it what I had become. "One more thing. They're not exactly interested in personal hygiene either, let alone the last time they went to a clap clinic. This is the gutter, mate." I nodded my agreement. He sat on the porcelain bowl, undid my belt and pulled my trousers and pants down. "Nice," he said as my erection sprang free. " but that’s not what we're here for. Turn around." I did as I was told, and he produced some lube and tenderly anointed my arsehole. I giggled and said "I feel like it's my wedding night!" He laughed, and turned me round again. "Stick your arse through the hole." I squatted and found it was big enough to put my whole bottom through, until I was half sitting, half squatting on the padding. Bill stood up. To pass the time, he opened his flies and pushed his thickening cock in my mouth. As I sucked, he opened some poppers and the cubicle filled with aroma until my cheeks felt flushed and my heart pounded. Suddenly, a rough finger was thrust into my cunt, making me jump with shock. "Ah," "Said Bill."Got one, have we?" A second finger was thrust in me, making me wince with pain as the nails scratched me, but I held still. I heard the man grunt appreciatively as he found my hole was well-lubed. The fingers withdrew and I felt hands on my buttocks pulling them apart a little, and then a blunt, heavy cock was pushed into me. My cunt stretched around the head, and then the shaft slid up me until I could feel his hairy stomach against my cheeks.. "Oh, Christ!" I gasped as it began to fuck me. Bill sat down on the bowl, holding my face in his hands. He kissed me then ruffled my hair. "Good boy!" He whispered. I was jerking against the door as the man started thrusting heavily in and out. Footsteps sounded on the stairs and I heard a low chuckle of surprise. "Fuckin' hell! Give us a look, mate!" The cock in me slid most of the way out, and the voice said. "Bareback, eh? Dirty bastard" The man fucking me made no reply. I could tell by the urgency in his thrusts he was close to coming and grabbed the bottle and took a deep sniff. As the chemical hit my brain, the cock in my arse swelled and throbbed and I knew it was coming in me. Finally it stopped. After a pause, the softening cock slid out of me, and I felt sperm dribble over my balls. There was the sound of water in the basin, and at the same time the newcomer pushed a finger in me, sliding easily into the lube and spunk. "Don't mind if I do!" he chortled, and I felt his long, thin cock slip easily up me He fucked me like a rabbit, rapidly in and out then suddenly pushed tight against me. "Coming in you!" he groaned and by his jerky movements I knew he was filling me up. Then, brutally, he pulled out and we heard him stumble upstairs. Bill pulled me up and turned me round. He pulled my cheeks apart. " Bloody hell, it's dripping alright. Looks like you got plenty of babies pumped in you." He licked my hole delicately, savouring the taste of the spunk, as several sets of footsteps clattered down the stairs. "Sounds like the word's got round " he said, turning me back and pushing my bottom towards the glory hole. "Can’t disappoint your lovers, can we?" I heard low whispers of appreciation as my arse appeared, rustles of clothing and zips being lowered, and then I was penetrated again, sagging against Jim's neck as he kissed my cheek and whispered encouragingly to me. One after another, they raped my arsehole with all manner of cocks, small, fat, long, thin and not a condom between them. Once the last footsteps had gone back upstairs, Bill lifted me off the glory hole. I was wringing with sweat and sperm was running down my thighs as my cunt gaped from all the pounding. He turned me round and produced a filthy cloth. “Cum rag.” He grinned and used it to wipe the worst of the spunk and lube dripping from my battered arsehole down my balls and thighs. My cock was rigid and tingly and fit to burst and I knew I was lost in piggery, never to return. Jim turned, lowered his clothes and bent over the smelly toilet bowl. “Climb on, lad. I think you deserve it.” I took the lube, smeared some over my cock, and pushed forward, sliding deliciously into a hot, grainy heat which made me gasp with pleasure and disgust at the same time. “Can’t… can’t hold it!” I gasped. “ Spunk up me, then!” He cried and with a howl of release I felt my cock burst into throbbing ecstasy and I shot my spunk up him. For the first time, I noticed a small, cracked mirror on the rear wall and saw myself in the dim light crouched over the naked man, cock deep in his arse, face flushed with lust and perversion. I smiled at my true self and licked my lips as I moved my cock in him ensuring my cum was pushed deep in his guts…

4. JP "Get up on the counter," Jon said. I knew what was coming next, and my hole twitched. Jon was a good solid fuck. People would come back for more. But his rimming, well, that was toe-curling, dick-hardening, balls-dripping perfection. Men had travelled over oceans to experience it again. The first time he flipped me on my back and spread my legs, I thought I had died. I barely touched myself before I shot a massive load. Since then, the years of practice on my hole, of all the boys we had seduced back to our bed, of all the random hook-ups on the road, and of all the anonymous men at bath houses around the had matured him in to the world's best rimmer. "On the counter," Seth asked. "Yeah," I said. "Here." I grabbed his hand. He used my grip as a lever to push himself up on the counter. He started to turn around, so he was facing Jon. "Stop," I said. "If I know my husband, he wants your hole, not your dick." "Really?" Seth answered. "Really," Jon said. Seth turned around. "On all fours for me." Seth turned around, his face away from both of us. He bent over, resting his weight on his hands and forcing his ass slightly upwards. Seth was blessed with tight, muscular ass. Jon leaned in slightly, grabbed one cheek in each hand, and spread them apart. "Ooooh," Jon moaned. The thin spray of hair around his hole did nothing to protect him from the cool air of the room. "That's beautiful," I said. It would look even more beautiful in the morning, when Seth had accumulated several loads of cum and the thick white fluid was starting to drip out. "Isn't it?" Jon said. "Like a statue." "Or an idol," I said. "Demanding your attention." "Yeah," Jon answered. Jon bent his head and went in for the kill. He began by gently running his tongue around the edges of Seth's hole. "Oh fuck," Seth moaned. He arched his back and pressed his ass against Jon's tongue. The muscles in Jon's arm tensed; Jon was going to rim Seth on his own terms, not by what the horny college boy wanted. "Oh please," he begged, as Jon continued to just tease Seth's hole with his tongue. "I think he likes it," I said. Jon just nodded and continued to lick the young man's ass. I stepped around the counter so I could see Seth's face. His eyes were closed, and his expression was one of pure pleasure. He had never had the pleasure of being rimmed before. Suddenly, his eyes popped open, his mouth opened, and a low, animal moan escaped. Jon must have stuck his tongue into Seth's hole and the boy had discovered an entirely new world of pleasure. "Feel good?" I whispered into his ear. "Oh hell..." He trailed off, as Jon continued to lick at his tight hole. "Oh, fuck..." he started again, but once more, could barely finish the thought. I rested my arm against his torso and felt his heart pounding. "OHHHH," he yelped. I looked up long enough to see Jon rubbing his beard against Seth's hole. Whenever Jon needed to convince me of something, that was the move he used. It was hard to refuse him anything; from a quick pre-work blow job to a long, agonizing post-party fuck, Jon knew my weaknesses. It clearly worked on Seth as well. Jon met my gaze; his green eyes had a sparkle in them. The rim job was just a prelude to the main event, but an important one. We were lowering the last defenses Seth had to being penetrated and bred. Jon released his grip on one of the boy's cheeks, and reached out for my hand. I wrapped my hand around his and pulled him against Seth's hole. "You want to feel him up there?" I asked Seth. "Feel his thick shaft inside of you?" "Please," Seth said. Jon was teasing his hole, keeping him from thinking clearly. "Please, fuck me." "You heard the boy," I said. "He wants to be fucked." "Just another minute," Jon said, before returning to Seth's hole. "I think my husband wants to rim you a while longer," I said. "But, don't worry. You'll get fucked soon enough." I knelt down, just enough so that my face was level with Seth's. His eyes were closed again, and his expression was one of pure fuck-lust. There was nothing he would deny us right now, especially when he thought he was protected by the pills he was taking from the most dangerous gift that Jon and I could give him. I started to kiss him. He hesitated for a moment, but then opened up for my tongue. "Mmmmm," he moaned, and his entire body shivered for a moment from the pleasure of being stimulated at both ends. "Just relax and let him open you up," I said, breaking off the kiss for a moment. "I'm trying," he said. "I want it. I want it all." He started to kiss me again. The feeling of Jon's wet tongue probing and stimulating him was clearly overwhelming him, and kissing me didn't involve any higher-level thinking. It was just about the pleasure of feeling another man. "Damn, that's a nice hole," Jon said. I was still kissing Seth, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see him stand up. "I gotta get inside him." "You ready for it?" I asked the young man. He nodded vigorously, his mind still lost in the last vestiges of Jon's attention. "Of course he is," Jon said. He wrapped an arm around Seth's waist, and helped him off the counter. "Let's go to the bedroom?" he asked. "Oh yeah," Seth answered. His entire body radiated pleasure, from his broad, innocent smile, to the thick boner sticking out in front of him. It was exactly the mood I wanted him in. He wouldn't think twice about taking our poz cocks, or our virus-laden cum. "Another toke, men?" Jon asked, offering up the pipe. "Why not?" I said. He handed me the pipe, and I took a long draw. The smoke burnt a bit. I struggled not to cough, but finally I couldn't resist any longer. "You know that's a good sign," Seth said. "Let me have it." I handed it to him. Unlike me, he was able to handle the acrid drag, and held it far longer than I did. "This way," Jon said, doing a hit as he led the two of us to the bedroom. We passed the pipe around once more before we all fell onto the bed, our limbs forming an interlocking knot of men. Jon started to kiss Seth, as I wrapped my arms around the two of them and let one hand drift down to Seth's ass. "I want this," Seth said. "I want this so badly." "I know," I whispered in his ear, still loud enough for Jon to hear. "I want this for you as well. To finally feel another man cum inside you. To know what it is like to be fluid bonded with another man." My hand had found his ass and was pushing apart his cheeks, seeking out his hole. It was still wet with Jon's spit; I wondered if we would even need lube to fuck him. "Please." Seth's voice was barely a whisper, but in the silence of the bedroom, it was as good as a shout. Jon had told me all about Seth. The boy had fantasized about bareback sex for years, but until now had been too afraid of getting infected by HIV to do anything. The little blue pills gave him a license to pursue his fantasies. The only problem was that his fantasy, to be able to fuck without fear, collided with the fantasy that Jon and I shared, to infect an innocent young man with our beautiful virus. Seth had the optimism of youth, that every thing would work for the better; we had the knowledge of age, of how dreams got subverted and used for dark and depraved ends. In this struggle, there would be only one winner, and that victor would be death. "I want to put my cock inside you," Jon said. "I want to feel you. Skin to skin. Nothing between us." My finger slipped inside of Seth. His hole was hot, and his hunger was clearly evident. "I want to breed you. Make you my boy." "Please man, fuck me. Bareback me. Cum in me." Seth sounded like he was on the verge of tears; he was so eager to finally lose his bareback virginity. Jon kissed Seth again, and Seth's ass tightened around my finger, practically pulling it deeper into the boy's body. It was charming, how confident Seth was, that technology and modernity would protect him. But it was a post-modern age, where even old certainties like science and medicine were up for debate. "Let's do this," I said, pulling my finger out of Seth's hole, and gently pushing the two men deeper into the large king bed. "You," I continued, pointing at Seth. "On your back. And you, between his legs." I arranged myself at the head of the bed, leaning up against the headboard, with Seth's head resting on thigh. Jon reached into the night stand, and pulled out some lube and a bottle of poppers. "Here," he said, handing me the poppers. "He may need some help." Jon spread Seth's legs open, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. As my husband greased up his cock and began to play with Seth's hole, I stroked Seth's brown hair. "I wan to see my husband fuck you," I said. "Fuck you with his fat, raw daddy cock." Seth turned his head slightly, towards my groin. My own cock was erect, a stiff shaft erupting from my pubic hair. Years ago, it had been a dark brown, nearly black, but time had taken its toll, and it was flecked with grey, no different than the rest of my hair. "I can tell," he said, grinning. "You know he's poz, right?" "Yeah, I do." "Do you know how he got infected?" "He told me you gave it to him." "Yeah. We made love. And I infected him." "But we don't have to worry about that any more," Jon said. "You're on PrEP, right?" "I am," Seth said. "We don't have to worry." "Fucking hot," I said. "Fuck without fear, huh?" "Exactly," Seth said. "And for my first time, I'm glad it's you guys I'm doing it with." He reached up and ran his hand over my chest, through the salt and pepper hair. "Fucking hot men. Hot, healthy men," he said, emphasizing the "healthy." He was blissfully unaware of our machinations and schemes to seduce and destroy him. It only made my cock harder. "Men," Jon said. "Maybe less talk and more fucking?" He had two, maybe three fingers inside of Seth. From my position, it was hard to tell. Either way, our boy was now open and relaxed. "You ready?" "For you raw cock?" Seth asked. "Yeah," Jon relied. "Bareback style." "I am." "Once I enter you, I'm not going to pull out," Jon said. Before Seth said anything, he grabbed one of the man's legs, and rested it in his shoulder. "I know," Seth said. "And I want it." Jon lined up his cock. Although Seth's perfect teenage body blocked my view, I could still imagine clearly Jon's dickhead nestled right against Seth's hole. All of our constant verification with Seth had given the young man the illusion of control, but it was the two of us that had all of the power. A slight push from Jon, and he would penetrate the boy. Or, I could gently move my leg, and Seth would be forced onto Jon's cock. "Please?" he asked. "You want to?" Jon asked me. I opened the small brown bottle and held it under Seth's nose. "Breathe it in deeply," I said. He was young enough he may have never done poppers before. He must have played around with them before, because after taking a long drag from the bottle, he nodded slightly to let me know he was satiated. I smiled. I held the bottle under his nose a few seconds longer, forcing him higher than he wanted. Seth was, fundamentally, our plaything for the weekend and pot and poppers were the softest of drugs he was going to deal with. "All yours," I said. "I love you," Jon said to me. Seth's leg was still resting on his shoulder and as he leaned in to kiss me, Jon forced Seth into an even more compromising position. "I love you too," I said. Jon's beard brushed against my face, still wet with spit. I got the slightest whiff of Seth's ass. "Make him yours." Jon arched his back, and pushed his hips forward. "Ohhhhh," Seth moaned. "Oh fuck," he continued. "You're...." he tried to say, but couldn't complete the sentence. "Inside you?" Jon asked. "I am." "How is it?" I asked. "So fucking hot. So open. So close." "I want this. Always," Seth said. I glanced down at the boy. His eyes were closed, and his face was flushed red from the poppers. "I want you. Everything," he murmured. "Yeah?" Jon asked. "You want it all?" "Hell yeah," Jon said. I was resting a hand on his smooth torso, and I could feel his heart pounding from the poppers. "Fuck him properly," I told Jon. "Make his first bareback fuck the best fuck in his life." "Of course," Jon said. He pushed his cock all the way into Seth. Seth's eyes opened wide. It was hard to tell if it was from pleasure or pain. "Oh fuck," he grunted. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck." "Good?" Jon asked. "Oh yeah. Don't stop," Seth replied. "I'm not going to. Not until I breed your hot hole." "Don't stop. Fuck me. Pound me. Cum in me." "Yeah?" Jon asked. "You want my raw cock deep in you? You want my poz load up that prepped-up hole?" "Hell yeah," Seth said. "Fucking fat daddy cock inside me. Fucking me bareback. Dripping pre-cum into me." He reached down and grabbed his own hard cock. He started to stroke it. Jon caught my eye, and shook his head back and forth. I knew exactly what he meant; his deviancy worked on so many levels. I reached down and grabbed Seth's wrist, pulling him away from his dick. "Focus on Jon," I said. "There will be plenty of opportunities for you to get off later." I wasn't lying; there was no way Jon and I wouldn't let that beautiful cock go to waste. But tonight and tomorrow, we wanted Seth to know the only way he could get pleasure was by getting fucked. "You leaking pre-cum yet?" I asked Jon. Of course, I knew the answer to that, but the question was for Seth's benefit. "Like a hose," Jon said. "Can you feel it?" "So fucking good," Seth replied. He was lost in his own world. He was getting fucked raw for the first time. "So intense." Jon's cock was sliding in and out of his hole, stretching it open, and letting him find out just how good sex between two men could feel. "Don't stop." "Wasn't planning on it," Jon said. "Don't want to cum too soon." He leaned over the boy and kissed me again. "You're going to love his hole. So fresh." "I'm going to love it even more with your load in it," I said. My cock was hard, watching my husband fuck the young man. I had years of experience being in Seth's position, feeling Jon push and thrust, trying to find the unexplored parts of my gut and smear his pre-cum as much as possible. This evening, he was marking his territory. I wondered if Seth realized he was little more than a pawn in Jon's need for dominance. "Make him yours. Mark him with your load." "That's the plan," Jon said. "That's what I want." He pulled out, nearly all the way, then slammed all the way into Seth. The boy gasped, but didn't resist. "Suck his cock," Jon said. "Lick my husband's cock clean." Seth turned his head towards my dick; I pushed it towards his mouth. He licked off the bead of pre-cum and savored it. I put my hand on the back of his head, and gently pressed him to take at least the head. I needed to feel him accept my dick and to allow me to dominate him. It was not a hard thing; he eagerly opened his mouth and swallowed my cock head. He ran his tongue over and around the head, but struggled to get any more than just the head into his mouth. I couldn't tell if his difficulty was from experience or from his position; Jon noticed it as well. "Let's try a better position," he said. He pushed his dick all the way into Seth. "Flip you over," he said. I pulled my leg out from under Seth as Jon man-handled the boy into the new position, on all fours on the bed. I took my position in front of Seth. My dick was now right in front of his face and at almost the perfect height to slide right into his throat. "Spit roast him?" Jon asked. "Hell yeah," I said. Jon had already slid his cock into Jon's ass. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and he inhaled deeply from it. He passed it back to me, and I held it under Seth's nose once again. Seth took several big snorts before I took it away and did a hit as well. As I was taking a second hit, Seth grabbed my cock, and guided it to his mouth. He quickly swallowed the head and started to work his way down the shaft. It was a welcome sensation as the familiar warm rush of the poppers hit me. I quickly put the cap back on, and leaned into Seth, forcing my cock further into his mouth and against the back of his throat. "You going to fuck his throat?" Jon asked me. His face was flushed red from the poppers. "Oh yeah," I said. "You going to pound his hole?" "Fuck. You know I am." As the poppers took over Jon's body, he started to pound Seth relentlessly. Each thrust of Jon's hips pushed Jon's dick deeper into Seth. The thrusts also forced Jon further onto my cock. The poppers removed the last bit of resistance from his throat, and another inch of my dick disappeared into his mouth. "Fucking breed this hole." "You want that, Seth?" I asked. "You want Jon to shoot his load up there? Make you his boy?" Seth was struggling to keep up with everything that was happening. The poppers were flooding his mind and body, Jon's cock was relentless in its pounding, and my dick was cutting off his ability to breathe. Nevertheless, or perhaps because of everything, Seth nodded his head vigorously. Jon reached down, around Seth's torso, and grabbed his dick. "Boy's fucking rock hard. I think he's enjoying this." I grabbed the back of Seth's head and forced him all the way down on my dick. "You like getting spit roasted?" I asked. "Dick in each hole?" Seth started to nod, but I held him in place. "Don't nod. Just swallow if you like it." "Or squeeze your ass," Jon added. We didn't need Seth to speak. Fueled by the mad fuck-lust and the poppers, he was no longer a human, but just a sex toy for us to enjoy. That perspective made the weekend's plans easier. We were going to bareback him all weekend, inject him full of our toxic spooge, and try to infect him with our disease. More than that, Jon had everything in place to take away Seth's last line of defense. We were going to make sure that Seth wouldn't have a chance to take his protective drugs while he was with us, and when he went home, half of the pills would have been replaced by a useless placebo. These dark, evil thoughts propelled me forward and deeper into Seth's body, even as the poppers started to wear off. My dick was dripping pre-cum, and I realized I needed to slow down if I was going to avoid shooting. His mouth and throat were amazing, but my virus-laden semen would do far more good if it were deposited in his ass. Jon saw how I was on the edge, and brought me back to reality. "Don't cum yet, love," he said. "There's a better hole for you to shoot in." "Once you've gotten it good and sloppy," I said. "That shouldn't be too hard. He's working my cock good. Getting damn close." Jon grabbed Seth's waist, and slammed his dick deep into the boy. I felt Seth gasp, although by this point, he should have been used to Jon's pounding. "Careful there," I said, stroking the side of Seth's face. "Watch the teeth." "He's not yet as good as you," Jon said. "He's still young." "Just needs practice," I said. Seth was going to get a lot of practice this weekend, both in getting fucked and sucking cock. I pulled my cock out. My thick shaft glistened from Seth's saliva. I stopped when just my dick head was in his mouth. "Just work on the head," I said to him. "Taste my pre-cum." He gasped for air, but did as he was told. Seth's tongue ran over my cock head, focusing on my piss slit. By now, there was a steady stream of pre-cum leaking out, and the young man lapped it up eagerly. "Like that pre-cum?" Jon asked him. "Yeah," he said, now able to speak more or less normally. "And Jon is dripping just as badly into that hole of yours," I said. "How does it feel?" "Amazing," Seth said. "Fucking amazing. I'm never going back." "That's what I want to hear," Jon said. "You'll be a faithful barebacker in no time." "Part of the elite brotherhood," I said. Jon smiled. He knew exactly what I meant. There were two clubs Seth would join this weekend. He had started the initiation into the bareback brotherhood this morning; it would be finished when Jon shot his load into Seth. The other club, the one we occasionally called the High-Five club, would take longer. But Jon and Cal, the men we had invited and myself, we would all make sure that he would be a full member soon enough. "Hell yeah," Seth said. "Never going back." "I don't think you can ever go back," I said. Jon leaned in and kissed me. "So fucking close," he said. "You think the boy deserves it?" "A stud like Seth? Of course he deserves it. Give it to him." "Hello?" A deep male voice rang out from beyond the bedroom. "Where are you?" I froze for a second, as did Seth. There was an invader in our sex lair. "In the bedroom," Jon said. He was inviting the invader into our private space. Seth tried to pull off of me, but a well-placed hand ensured that my dick stayed deep in his mouth. The new man would see the three of us in all of our sexual glory; hard cocks buried in wet orifices and not a single condom being used.

This is one of the hottest stories on the site.OINK !!!! SO erotic and a great bonding of all three men,adding Shawn seed to the mix is perfect addition.Please write more soon

Keep sucking his cock and don't say a thing about wanting to swallow his piss, I'd bet dollars to donuts he'll give you what you want without ever asking.

Welcome to the Building My name is Jeremy. I just graduated from a small religious college my father made me attend. Since my father is a minister and a very religious man I had no choice in the matter. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps and become a minster like he was and his dad before him. But I had other ideas. I know deep down that I was not like him. I did not want to be a minister nor did I was to marry my high school sweet heart like he had. I had other things in mind, that being guys, cock and ass. Yes I was gay, but I could never tell anyone for fear of being ostracized from the family. It was easy to conceal my true sexuality being in a very religious family. I could date girls and easily remain a virgin by telling all that I was saving myself for when I get married. What a bunch of bullshit. I just couldn’t wait to move away to the big city and explore gay sex. After graduating with a degree in business I got my chance to move far away from dear old dad and to the big city of Chicago. I checked things out and found a studio apartment in a small apartment building on Roscoe between Halstead and Broadway. I settled in quickly and quietly and began my new life. On my second day living in my apartment I met a very cute guy that lived across the hall from me. His name was Corey, he was 25, a couple inches taller then me at 5’11”, probably out weighed me by 10-15 pounds at 150 pounds with brown hair and green eyes. I had blond hair and blue eyes. He introduced himself and we started to chat about this and that. He then said me he would show me around the neighborhood. It was Thursday and I was set to start my new job on Monday. He took me to all the bars on Halstead telling me about each one, what the crowds were like, were I might go if I wanted to get laid. I think my blushing gave me away and I sensed he could tell I was a virgin. By the end of the night we were back at our building and he invited my in for a night cap. Corey had a studio apartment like I had, so I had no choice but to sit on the end of his be a he fixed me a drink. I slowly sipped on my rum and cock as we chatted some more. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or what, but I could feel a sense of horniness growing within me and felt that there was a definite connection between me and Corey. We both downed the last of our drinks and Corey leaned in and kissed me. It was my first kiss ever and it was electric. I felt it shot from my lips to my 7 1/2” dick. Corey was passionate and gentle when he broke our kiss to ask me, “Are you a virgin Jeremy?” My face told him my answer and he added, “Don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” I answered back, “I want to try it all Corey. Please just go slow and easy with me.” We kissed and felt each other all over. While kissing me he began to nibble and suck on my lower lip when he accidentally bit me. My lower lip bled some and Corey apologized. “Jeremy I am so sorry.” “No worries, it’s just a little blood.” Before I knew what was going on we were both naked and he was sucking my cock. I felt like I was going to explode when he stopped and pushed me down to his throbbing monster. It was longer then my own and I wasted no time sucking into my mouth. Corey gave me tips on what to do and soon enough I was getting almost all of his cock in my mouth. Corey’s breathing began to pick up and with little warning he grabbed my head between his hands and cried out, “OH FUCK!” as I felt the first spurt hit the back of my throat. This caught me off guard and as he released my head I pulled off getting the next shot in my eyes, one up my nose and another on my lower lip. Corey’s cum stung my eyes and the cut on my lower lip, but for my first taste of cum, it was yummy. “Sorry bro, but my cum boiled over really fast. You were damn good for your first time giving head.” I felt good about the compliment he had paid me for my first time sucking dick and forgot all about the cum he had just shot. “Did you want to try fucking?” At this point I was still horny and eager to try anything, “Sure thing bro.” “Do you want to try to top or bottom first?” Knowing how much it will hurt to have a cock shoved up my virgin hole and the size of Corey’s cock would probably split me open. “Don’t worry Corey, I know how to open you up when you’re ready to bottom. For now I want you to fuck me.” And we did just that. Corey guided me through everything, I pulled a condom from my pocket (ok, I was a boy scout, you know, be prepared) and slipped it over my cock. Corey grabbed a ‘lube shooter’ and I filled his hole with lube, then slipped my cock inside his hole. Man did that feel great, but being a virgin I didn’t last too long and shot my load inside the tip of the condom on my cock. Corey understood as he kissed me and held me tight. I felt a real connection with him and thought he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. You should have seen the grin on his face when I told him that if he was gentle he could try and fuck me. He kissed me before getting out of bed so he could grab a condom from his night stand and filled up another lube shooter. When he returned we kissed some more as he positioned the lube shooter at my hole, then slid it in me. He pushed down on the plunger and I could feel the lube greasing up my hole. I felt the slickness of the lube, but also a slight burning deep in my hole. I mentioned the burning feeling to Corey and he said that might be cause of the type of lube he was using and that it should fade soon. Corey then began to finger my hole. It felt amazing to have something inside me. I felt my heart begin to race and I began to feel very warm all over and the more he fingered me the more I felt a hunger to be fucked. It didn’t take long before he removed his finger and placed his wrapped up cock at my hole. He kissed me as his cock easily slid into me like it was made for my hole. When Corey hit bottom he also seemed surprised that he slid in so easily. We kissed as Corey began to fuck me. It felt amazing to be fucked. Unlike me, Corey lasted a lot longer. After what seemed like half an hour I noticed that my cock was soft. Corey said that he had noticed that too. It probably meant that I leaned more toward being a bottom. He couldn’t be more right since I was enjoying the fucking I was getting. Corey sure had stamina and after nearly 2 hours Corey began to pant and groan. Between the groans he said he was getting close. Then he began to fuck me faster and harder. It felt amazing and when he called out “I’M CUMMING!” I wrapped my legs around him and felt his cock spasms in my ass. Exhausted he collapsed on top of me and we kissed. Corey held still, keeping his still hard cock inside me as he flexed his dick a few more times. He looked into my eyes and asked, “I’m game to go again if you think you can handle it.” I answered him with a kiss. “Right on! I need to go get another condom and I’ll be right back.” Corey Returned and added some more lube to my hole with the lube shooter. Again it stung for a bit, but not as long as before. He fucked me again, this time longer then the last. When he finally came I thought he’d be done, but again he ran to get another condom and more lube for my hole. This time he seemed to be in more of a hurry to cum. He fucked me fast and hard and I loved it. He shot again a few minutes before his alarm went off to wake him for work that day. I still had a few days before I started work and hurried off so he could get ready for his day. We spent every night together, mostly him fucking me. About 3 weeks later I got really sick. Corey thought I must have a stomach flu. He was so sweet and took care of me. After 3 days I was feeling much better and knew exactly how to repay him for caring for me <wink>.

I was really horny last week, I work as an orderly and stay busy a lot and like to play sports and sometimes I go too long without seeding hole. I had a couple of lucky days I was off work and had a hole day to look for hole! I found a hungry anon older bottom on craigslist and went and pumped a couple in him, he was wearing a wedding ring, so that made it really hot! I love fucking and seeding an older bottom, they know how to please me it seems His hole tasted really good and ripe too. I added my loads to the two or three he already had. I left and was still horny, went and played some throw around basketball with a buddy of mine, but stayed horny. Got online later in the week and found a hot furry cub who was dying for some loads! I LOVE hungry furry holes, and his looked delicious, I was eager to please him. He agreed to have me come by late at night. I lived close to him it turned out, so I just jogged down the street and up the stairs and he was sprawled out naked and ready for me. His ass was perfect, furry as hell, smelling ripe, a guy had just left and seeded him, so it was nice and juicy. I stripped and I was already rockhard and leaking, I plowed him good and almost came in him but held off and finally couldn't stand it anymore and spewed his guts with my load. I didn't want to leave his hole, it felt so good! I think I am slightly addicted to furry cub bottoms Of course the trick is finding the ones who like tall lanky guys like me hehe. He seemed to enjoy it though. I really hope he has me back sometime I could have stayed in his hole all night.

OK, so I had a random guy on Grindr ask me to fuck him. I was kinda in the mood, it was early, so I said what the hell. I told him I was poz and whatnot and he said he wanted me to fuck him with a condom. Yeah, like I'd do that. I thought I'd be respectful and put a few condoms on the nightstand. When he showed up and we started playing, he wanted me to rub my dick against his hole. Then he wanted the head in. Then a little more. Finally he just pushed himself all the way down on my dick and started riding. His ass was one of the tightest I've ever fucked. So I came pretty quickly, I told him I was gonna cum and he leaned forward and pulled my dick out. I shot all over his back. Then he said "wipe it off and push it in," which being the cum pig that I am meant "wipe up all that cum and push it in my hole." That's what I did but that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted my dick wiped down and pushed back in his ass. Oops. So much for communication. I got soft and he really wanted me hard, so he turned around and started sucking on it. This was not the behavior of a guy who wants to use condoms! Do any of you guys ever have this happen? A guy who says he wants condoms and then doesn't use them? I found it annoying, since I'm pretty damn clear about what I want (well, most of the time). I haven't used a condom ever (I only remember jacking off in them when I was a kid), so I wasn't really planning to use one anyway.

Cool profile dude.........you and I should go on a pozzing spree together one day and poz every neg bottom that we see.