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  1. I lost track of my fellow inductees for a while. I was inside enjoying being naked with all the other guys. What I found in this club was the freedom of being sexual with other men without the usual posturing and bullshit. It I wanted to experience a guy’s cock for a couple minutes or an hour, that was cool. If I was talking to a group of guys and a guy rubbed his cock against my gaping rosebud, it was cool too to let him explore my hole. And of course, no drama about are you “neg or poz.” It was great to talk to them about their biohazard tattoos, in particular each man seemed a very individual take on the meaning of the tattoo, and, of course, given all of the men had been given a biohazard tattoo on the crotch, just above his cock, the placement of their second biohazard tattoo was no less revealing, why it was important for some guys to have the second tattoo hidden, and others chose to be tattooed in a location which was visible in the course of daily life. It was after midnight, and the Conversion Club members were slowly saying their goodbyes. The four of us felt given the amount of poz cum, and the blood slams that I did, we're pretty well set for seroconversion. We grabbed our stuff from the clothes check and thanked everyone for their hospitality and for sharing their infection with us. The four of us exhanged cell numbers and e-mails so we can hang out soon. I gave Mike a kiss, stuck my hand down his pants and said, "I want more time exploring those nipples ... maybe I'll get some too." He said, "I was hoping you would!" I switched off and kissed Andrew and said, "I want more of you!" He said, "You didn't stick your hand down my shorts ... I don't believe you." With that I turned him around, slid my hand down the front of his shorts and inserted two fingers inside. I asked "Believe me now?" I pulled my hand out, and he grabbed it and suck my fingers dry. "Yeah, we're good," he chuckled with a smile, adding "Yeah, we're definitely good." Blake asked "Hey, I took Uber, can you give me a ride? I said, "Yes, of course." We got in the car and I put the top down ... it was still a beautiful night. "Where's your shirt," Blake asked. "I didn't bring one. You're overdressed ... take your shirt off." "Just my shirt?" "For now ... and undo the top button of your shorts. I might need in there." I likewise undid my button and pulled the zipper down a little bit. I asked him, "Can we stay together tonight?" He said, "I was going to ask the same thing. My place is closer and I have an underground garage. Let's go there." We were back in traffic again, really the only one way to go ... so I reached over and unzipped his shorts so I could grope him. He did the same to me ... and it did not go unnoticed. Guys in trucks and people walking on the sidewalk saw us ... and we didn't care. We parked at Blake's building and got into the elevator. I pulled his shorts down and then my shorts ... and when the door opened I led the way out of the elevator, naked, carrying my shorts. He said, "You are a nut!" Once inside, I suggested "Wanna get a shower. I, for one, smell and feel gross! "I'm one step ahead of you. I've got the shower heating up and towels set aside." Before we stepped into the shower, he took my arm and removed the bandage from the blood slam, licked the injection point, and said, "Just for good measure." We got under the rainfall shower head and let the sweat and body fluids roll off us. It felt good. "You know," he said, "We both have a butt-full of cum in our holes." I said, "Yeah, I've been focused on keeping it all in." He gave me a kiss and said, "I think it's okay to let it out now." I smiled and said, "I want it on my chest!" "You what?" "I want to lie down on the floor and I want you to squat over my chest and let your ass juices flow all over my chest." His cock jerked and rose to attention, which merited my rye observation "I see you hate that idea." I got down on the shower floor and he positioned his cock near my mouth and his hole over my pecs. He slowly opened up and cum, plus a little mucus and blood, came oozing out. It was hot to see his hole open up for me. I slid two or three fingers in and out of his hole, then re-positioned him over my crotch so I could plunge my cock in and out of his hole, just to get it all out ... at least that's what I told him. We didn't wipe his ooze off, but I traded places with him so I could give him my ass slime. He was tugging on my foreskin trying to break concentration, but my cum loads needed to come out. I opened my hole to get it to gape open to let the bulk of it out, then I worked on pushing out my rosebud. I said, "Put your hand under my hole and leave it there." Once Blake's hand was in position, I put some pressure on my guts and my rosebud slowly pushed out onto his hand, profusely dripping the whole time, which earned Blake's exclamation "What The Fuck Is That!" "Blake, Feel it. Here, I'll push out more." "This is wild ... it feels amazing ... can I fuck it?" Blake asked. "If you don't I'll be really pissed off!" I retorted. He positioned his cock and slid my prolapsed rosebud over his big black cock. He used my flesh tube to jack his cock, his eyes rolling back in his head as he muttered "This is amazing ... I need this." "I thought you would like it." "I'm going to cum in it." "Yeah, one more toxic load can't hurt. Go for it!" Soon it was "fuck .. fuck.. fuck ... fuck... this is amazing ..fuck," as he shot his wad and his body shivered noticeably. He was in his happy place. We both stood up and watched the infected cum run off us. He wiped some of the cum from my abs and had me lick it off his finger. I said, "You're such a fucking pervert. Don't stop!" I wiped some cum off his biohazard tattoo and fed it to him as well. He turned on the shower, we dried off and went directly to bed. We slept the night soundly. The next morning as we were having coffee, our cell phones both alerted at the same time. We checked e-mail and read this message: ___ Conversion Club Members - Thank you for attending last night's meeting. I hope you enjoyed your time and helped our three inductees in their quest. Their contact information has been added to our Conversion Club database in our medical practice online portal, under the special access tab. We anticipate Rik and Andrew to display seroconversion symptoms anywhere around two weeks. There's a chance Mike will convert later, but we'll be standing by in the event they require special care. Feel free to message me through the portal. Hopefully we'll have good news in the next couple of weeks. Thanks again to all who shared their gift. Brad Woods ___ I said, "These are organized fuckers, aren't they?" "Yeah, totally. You'll get another one soon regarding your care package." And just like that, I received another e-mail message: ___ Conversion Club Inductees - Thank you for attending last night's meeting. It was getting getting to know (and breed) each of you. We're excited you're going on this journey with us. Seroconversion symptoms include: -fatigue (tiredness) -fever (high temperature) -sore throat -rash -headache -loss of appetite -aching muscles and joints -swollen lymph glands If your fever is over 103 degrees, please call Teddy immediately. Otherwise, send us a message if you experience the other symptoms. In the next couple of days, you will receive a care package from us to help us monitor your conversion. The package will include extra strength asprin, a thermometer and 12 bottles of Gatorade that will help replenish your electrolytes. There will also be six OroQuick HIV tests. Once your symptoms appear, take a test. If you continue to test negative, test again in three days if your symptoms continue. We have tentatively scheduled your time with Zak for your tattoos. You'll be going approximately five weeks from now. He will be in touch in about three weeks with fufther info. Please keep us in the loop. Brad Woods ___ I kept in contact with Andrew and Mike during the next couple weeks. We met up a couple times a week at the gym for classes and Blake met up with us for a couple of five mile runs. We talked about how the seroconversion might go and our trip to Chicago for our tattoos, and where we are going to place the biohazard tattoos once we earned them. Tuesday, Andrew started with a sore throat and then a headache. Wednesday, Mike complained of feeling flu-ish and swollen glands. Saturday afternoon Blake and I went for another five mile run. As I completed the circuit I wondered 'WTF? How can I not be sick?' Sunday night around 7:00 PM I was exhausted. I mean, just done. Around 9:30 PM I came down with a splitting a headache and a fever. I texted the guys, and received these replies: Rik: Great news .. I feel like shit! I think it's on! Andrew: Sweet! Mine is annoying... no big deal. Mike: Join the club... still feel like shit. Mike: Blake has been over a couple times to help out. Good guy. Blake: Excellent! I'll come over to monitor the fever. Rik: Thx ... door's unlocked. Blake walked into the bedroom all sweaty. I had to ask "Were you out on a run?" "Yeah, just finished when you texted. You look like shit!" I did look like shit. The fever had left me somewhat sweaty, and disinclined to do anything, so I was laying in bed, naked, using a a couple beach towels to soak-up the sweat. Blake stripped off his shirt and kicked off his shoes, remarking "Looks like I'll be here a while. I gotta cool down." I couldn't resist teasing him, saying "Get all the way naked and I'll definitely run a fever." He stepped out of his shorts and said, "Done. Let's see where your temperature is now." I was at 100 degrees, which was high but not alarming, but which certainly explained the sweat, and which earned Blake's comment, "Man, you're sexy when you're sweating." "I definitely don't feel sexy." "Poz sweaty guys are usually sexy, and you're no exception. And now you can finally give me a recharge!" I couldn't deny it ... the thought of being able to finally give him a load of poz cum was incredible. My cock started growing and his did too. Fortunately Blake recognized my energies were limited, and took the lead saying "You just lie there, I'll climb on and do the work, but I really need your load. But first...." With that he picked-up the lube bottle, crawled between my legs which he lifted and placed on his shoulders, lubing both my ass and his poz cock. "Wait, you're going to fuck me? Now?" "I'm going to make sure you get pozzed. My viral load is through the roof and I gotta fuck you up while you're sick. This is the right time to bring your immune system down." "Oh my god, you twisted fuck..." I was covered in sweat, burning up from the fever and it wasn't long before he was sweating as well from sliding in my hole, and he fucked away, he commented "I wanted to do a blood slam with you while you're converting, but your ass is too fucking sexy. Would you have liked a blood slam?" Halfway delirious, but still, to share Blake's toxic blood sounded amazing, and now I could slam my blood into him. How fucking hot! I'm running on empty and sweating like crazy from my seroconversion, but the idea of my toxic blood flowing in Blake got me totally boned. He saw my cock getting hard and that pushed him over the edge. "Dude, I'm going to blow my load in your converting hole ... if you're not sick now, just wait until this takes hold." His gasps became more frequent, and then the shot inside me. I could feel his cock spasm inside my hole. After he came down from his climax, he pulled out of my ass and then brought it up to my lips. His big, beautiful black cock glistened with lube and his sperm ... and I didn't hesitate to suck it all in when he pushed inside my mouth. My assjuices were funky, but I love eating ass. He moved down to my uncut cock and then lubed up his hole. Being so out of it, I started to get soft. Blake said, "I got two syringes from Teddy last week and I was going to do some blood slams with you. You would have liked that, huh?" All I could do was nod yes. Blake continued, "I'm sorry I didn't do that. But those syringes didn't go to waste ... last week I did a blood slam with Andrew and Mike ... they fucking loved my toxic blood." Now my cock was rock hard thinking of all of us sharing blood slams. He squatted on my cock and then sat down on it in one swift movement. Once he was at full depth he took a moment to get comfortable, and then started riding my cock, edging me on in saying "Just think, you can now poz neg hole." It was such a turn on ... all I could do was to moan in ecstasy. Continuing, Blake added "Yeah, you fucking gift giver now you can convert neg boys." He was getting me excited. "Tell me who you want to poz first!" Without thinking I said, "My little brother!" and at that point, I shot my load into Blake's hole. Despite being the sickest I've ever been in my life, I had a life-changing orgasm that rocked my world. I was utterly dripping wet from sweat and had soaked the towels beneath me, but I drew the strength required to deposit my first infected load inside the guy who could very well be my poz daddy. He rode me until my cock fell out of his hole. Afterwards he bent down to kiss me and picked-up on my fantasy saying "We need to discuss pozzing your brother." "After you clean your ass juices off my cock," I insisted, fever or no fever. I remember him licking my cock clean, including cleaning under my foreskin. Then I passed out.
    6 points
  2. CHAPTER FIVE Or maybe he’s got me right where he wants me? Hmmm. We didn’t, however, do more that night. It was incredibly late and no matter how much we both wanted it, he was still drunk and before long we were both fighting the yawns that overtook us. Not wanting to take things too far, I left him to sleep on the sofa instead of trying to get him into bed with me. I still wanted him to feel at ease in my company, and rushing into anything while he’s a little tipsy could backfire on me come morning. I needn’t have worried. I awoke to the sun streaming into my bedroom and noted the unmistakable feel of a man’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close, and the no-less, definitely unmistakable feel of a hard cock nestled in the crevice of my butt cheeks, which left me to wonder when exactly did he decide to sleep with me? And how the hell didn’t I notice it sooner? I guess he’s getting past things a little faster than I gave him credit for. Or maybe he just wandered in here by accident from his way to the bathroom in the dark, saw the bed and just assumed that’s where he was supposed to crash. Yeah, that’s got to be it. I had been trying to remain still but clearly I had moved enough to wake him, because I felt him stiffen behind me -in posture. The rest of him was already stiff. I rolled away and turned over so that I could see him. He gave me a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten into bed with you without checking first. My mind was just spinning last night and I wanted to hold onto someone. Is that stupid?” Good heavens, could he be any more adorable!?! Everything in me wanted to reach up and just touch the side of his face, give him a reassuring stroke down his cheek, but I was still worried that it would come across as too intimate. So I just replied, “Hey, you’re in charge here. We go as fast or as slow as you want. So if you felt better sleeping in bed with me, then sleep in bed with me.” “Why are you so accommodating with me? You can’t seriously be this easy with all the guys,” he noted, though I don’t think he meant ‘easy’ the way I generally think of the word. “I told you before. I felt something that first time that I saw you working that construction site. We were drawn together and I feel comfortable with you. Believe me, I’ve done a lot more with people I know a lot less than you.” “But you don’t really know me,” he pointed out quickly. “I’ve never even told you my name,” he whispered, sounding almost ashamed of himself. I could tell what was going through his mind at this point. He was asking himself what kind of man he was to let me suck his dick and sleep in his bed and not even give me the courtesy of a name. Are all straight guys this sensitive? He was staring down at the sheets between us, so I took a chance and nudged his chin up so he would see me. “Hey, I never told you my name either,” I told him. Cocking an eyebrow, he said, “You put it in my phone.” “Who says that’s my real name?” I asked playfully. Now he laughed out loud. “Okay, so your name isn’t Christopher?” “Yes it is, but you didn’t know that.” “Patrick. My name is Patrick. Call me Pat,” he said softly. We lay in bed like that for hours, just talking and feeling shockingly comfortable in each other’s semi-nude company. And we got to know a little more about each other. It was actually really nice. That didn’t stop me from wanting to strip off what little clothing he had on, which consisted only of boxer briefs and a tank top that was molded to his beautiful body, looking like a second skin. Not to mention, every time I glanced down at his cock, it was tenting his underwear again. I’m not sure I’ve ever met another man who is as horny as me, but I think I finally met my match. As the hours passed, and we got more comfortable, the sexual tension started buzzing in the air again. I was stealing glances at his beautiful bulge more and more, and I know he was watching me watching him. Finally he cleared his throat and said, “So, are you just going to keep looking at it, or are you going to put me out of my misery and help me drain my balls?” I growled in my throat and replied, “Well, I like a man who gets right to the point,” as I reached out and cupped his crotch in my hand. He closed his eyes briefly and sighed. When I looked back up at his face he was staring intently into mine. “I don’t know what’s happening here or what you seem to do to me, but for the first time in my life I feel alive. I don’t want this to ever change.” And then he did it. He did what I’d been wanting to do to him: he reached out and held the side of my face in his left hand, gently cupping my cheek and holding my head in place to keep my eyes locked on his. Although it was a simple, innocent gesture, it said so much. Or I hoped it did. This really wasn’t going where I had originally planned. He was just supposed to be a trick, a fuck bud, someone to use me and be done with me. And now it was looking more and more real. I think I caught feelings. Dammit all to hell.
    5 points
  3. Managed to make it down to Slammer last night after a 2 month hiatus. Glad I did. It wasn't too busy or slow with just the right mix of guys. Got a couple guys to suck on me in the dark room, and one guy had a very talented mouth and used the right amount of teeth on my cock. I hate when guys try to be gentle, so it was very refreshing to actually feel something. Managed to slide my raw unmedicated poz cock into a couple holes, unfortunately the most they got from me was tainted precum. The high light however was a hot stud with a handlebar mustache. This guy was incredible. I was standing near the dark room and this guy came right at me like he was on a mission. When he got to me he put his fingers through my open fly, grabbed tightly and pulled me into a nearby room where we both got somewhat aggressive with foreplay. He pinching my nips while I chewed on his. I managed to suck his cock which was nicely thick and reasonably long. A nice mouthful to be honest as I'm not good at deep throating but long enough just to initiate a little gagging. We repeated the nip play/cock sucking scene a few times until he felt he'd had enough teasing, roughly turned me around and pulled my pants down while telling me he needed to rape my hole. At this point I found myself a little nervous as it has been months since I last bottomed. I've been enjoying the effects of Viagra and reacquainting myself with being a top. He proceeded to spit a little on his cock, and was generous enough to put a little on my hole as well before sliding, or rather shoving his cock in without regard to my pleasure. The first few strokes were quite painful, but not enough for me to stop the play. He worked my hole on his terms for a few minutes. During this time I'm getting used to the intrusion and simultaneously hoping he'll cum quickly so I could get a little extra lube, but also relishing in the feeling of this stud taking me with no regard for anything other than to get off. He eventually shoves balls deep and I can feel a good size deposit being made and verbalized that I'm hoping it's more than just cum he's giving me. After he pulls out, I bend down and make sure to clean his cock and thanked him for giving me an incredible fuck. He returns the compliment before leaving the room with the promise that he plans to rape my ass again before he leaves. About 45 minutes after this, my "rapist" returns for a second fuck. This time I'm lubed with his first load and welcome his intrusion, though a bit of discomfort occurred again. True to the first time, it was only about him and he proceeded to hammer my hole for several more minutes but wasn't able to give me a second load. Although I never straight out asked status, I did make several allusions that I hoped he was toxic, and he returned in similar cryptic terms, leaving me somewhat uncertain but definitely craving to run into him again.
    4 points
  4. This happened quite a few years ago now and was one of my horniest experiences as well as one of the most significant in my progression to fucking bareback. I had come out of a long term relationship about a year before and, after a period of practising safe sex, had begun to fuck bareback more often. I was just seriously thinking that maybe I should go back to using condoms to protect myself when this experience happened and I enjoyed it so much that I knew there would be no turning back. I was spending a few days in Berlin with my sister and my niece and one afternoon we went for a walk through the Tiergarten, a massive park in the centre of Berlin. I had read on line that it was quite a rampant cruising ground but didn't really expect anything to be going on during the day. As we walked through, however, I could see quite a few guys who definitely looked as if they were there to cruise - nothing blatant but I began to wonder if it was active there during the day too. When I got back to my hotel I checked it out on line and found that it was supposed to be quite cruisy during the day too. The next day I had a few hours to myself in the early evening and, feeling horny, decided to check it out. It was still light and just starting to get dark when I entered the park. I wandered around for a while and didn't see anything but then as I got deeper in I saw quite a few guys cruising and knew that I had found the right area. Very much to my surprise, I got cruised by a young black guy who looked to be in his mid twenties and soon I was following him off the path and into the woods. He was wearing low slung jeans and I could see the top of his pants and his arse crack. He had a really fit arse and I felt myself getting even hornier. I followed him into a clearing and when we got there another guy was already there leaning against a tree. He was maybe mid 30s, stocky, wearing a sweatshirt and work trousers which were splashed with paint and plaster and I noticed the logo of a construction company on his sweatshirt. The three of us stood there for a minute looking at each other and I could feel the sexual tension in the air. The young black guy made the first move, coming over to me and feeling up my cock through my trousers. The builder lad moved in and soon we all had our pants down and our cocks out. Again it was the black guy who made the first move as he bent over and began to suck my cock. It felt incredibly good - he certainly knew what he was doing and it was just what I needed. The builder lad was fingering the black guy's arse as he sucked me and after a while the black guy started sucking him. I moved round and began to feel the black guy's arse. Meeting no resistance, I pulled his jeans and pants right down and got down behind him. I pulled his arse cheeks apart and stuck my tongue up his hole. This was turning out way better than anything I had imagined and I could feel myself getting close so I got up and went round to where the builder lad was still being sucked. The black guy then took my cock in this mouth and the builder lad went round behind him and began to finger his arse again. He was pushing a couple of fingers up him and I realised he must have been lubing him up as he then positioned himself behind the black guy and pushed his cock right up his arse. The black guy groaned and kept sucking me as the builder guy began to fuck him. I watched them fuck for a while and then I looked up and realised we were being watched. A young lad who looked no more than 18 or 19 was standing half hidden by a bush watching intently as the black guy was being fucked. I motioned to him to join us but he didn't move. I went round and watched the builder lad's bare cock moving in and out the black guy's arse. He fucked him for a while and then pulled out and motioned to me to take his place. Despite my recent thoughts about starting to use condoms again I didn't hesitate. I pulled the black guy's cheeks apart, lined up my bare cock, and pushed it right up his arse. As I did so I noticed that the young lad had moved a bit closer. Even thought the black guy had already been fucked, his hole was quite tight and I enjoyed every minute of fucking him. I looked up again and saw that the young lad had now joined us. He was standing close to the builder lad and I saw that his jeans and his white Tom Tailor underpants were down at his knees and as I watched the builder lad took hold of his cock and began to wank him. I carried on fucking the black guy as the builder lad got down and began to suck the young lad's cock. I was really close to cumming now but didn't want this to end so I pulled out and the builder lad took my place as I went down to suck the young lad's cock. The builder lad fucked for while and then he too pulled out and motioned to the young lad to take over. I didn't think he would but he moved forward, pushed his trousers and pants right down, pushed his cock up the black guy and began to fuck him. He was a very good looking young lad, and I hadn't felt so turned on for a long time as I watched him fuck the black guy. The fact that none of us had used a condom was even more of a turn on - my evening stroll was turning into a bareback fuck fest! The young lad didn't last very long and after a while he threw his head back and pushed his cock right up the black guy and I knew he was shooting his load up him. As soon as the young lad pulled out he disappeared and I pushed my cock up the black guy and after just four or five thrusts I added my load to the young lad's. I then watched as the builder lad took over the fucking and and he too unloaded up the black guy. When he pulled out the black guy bent over and I assumed he was going to pull up his pants, but instead he squatted down and pushed and a load of cum spurted out his arse, followed by another load and then another. I was really turned on watching him push our loads out and suspected from the amount of cum he pushed out that he might have had more than just three loads up him. It was about a year later when I was back in Berlin and cruising the Tiergarten late at night that I encountered the young lad again. He walked past me on the path and I recognised him straight away. A little later I came across him again. This time he was bent over, pants down, being fucked hard from behind by a stocky skinhead as another guy watched and wanked. I watched until the guy shot his load and pulled out and the other guy took his place. As I had hoped, neither of them used a condom. I never got a chance to fuck the young lad myself as he pulled up his pants and wandered off when the second guy shot his load up him, but I was pleased to see that the shy young lad had now moved on to taking bareback loads in the woods.
    3 points
  5. Who doesn't love Halloween?? I know religious fanatics hate the holiday, but that just makes me like it even more. No stupid songs or grade school pageants. Just FUN! Candy and scary movies make a great combination. 1992 I was in college and lived in a pretty crummy neighborhood. My best friend back then was Nancy. It had occurred to me that she liked me as more than a friend. In all our long talks. I'd never mentioned the fact that I was gay. Deep, deep in the closet with no desire to 'come out'. Nancy and I were both design students and had our mid-term projects completed. It was Halloween, Friday and her 21st birthday. She'd bought her first legal bottle of booze. It was that nasty 151 proof rum that had a "flammable" warning on the label. Mixed with enough Coke, it was bearable. It was a nice night and the leaves had barely started to fall. We sat on her porch and got blitzed. Say what you want about the student slums, but this was where all the party people lived. Lots of bars and great stereo systems. We watched the parade of costumed bar-goers go down to "The Hawk". Nancy kept snuggling up to me, closer. I just played dumb because I couldn't bear to tell her the truth. "You know what I don't see? Men dressed as women. In fourth grade, I dressed up as a lady -- with a wig and everything." "Oh." she said "Guys who do that at this age are probably camping now." Huh? I knew what she meant. That was our school's code for gays who 'cruised' the war memorial in the middle of campus. What did they do? How do you cruise? What does that involve? That monument was right over the hill from our street. I asked a few vague,random questions about camping. "Fags just go there and do stuff with each other. It's so stupid. It's like they are trying to get AIDS or something. My friend Andy-- from Visual Identity -- goes there all the time...he likes it best when it's raining because I guess only the really horny dudes go there during bad weather. He's probably got the disease. No idea." She got up and went to refill her glass. Did Nancy think I was stupid, not attracted to her...or gay. I watched the drunks go up and down the street. Her phone rang. A bunch of relatives called to wish her a happy birthday. Her words were slurred. Pretty bad. I just sat there with my thoughts. I hated this toxic rum, but wanted to finish my cup. I knew I'd throw up at some point. Silence from inside. I hoped like hell she didn't think she wasn't attractive. I should just go in and fess up. But she was passed out on the sofa with a dead phone in her hand. She'd spilled her drink on the carpet. Poor Nancy. Why was I such a bad friend? I SUCK! Tomorrow, I'd tell her tomorrow. It was after midnight, but there was a lot of partying still going on. I only lived one block away from Nancy, but didn't really want to go home and be sick. I'd walk off the lethal rum a little. I knew where I was going even if I didn't 'know' it. I wanted to camp. It was a nice night, but heavy clouds covered the moon. As I walked up the hill, I met up with some stumbling guy dressed as the grim reaper. He muttered something that I didn't quite catch. I should have worn some type of costume so that I didn't stand out so much. Too late now, I guess. Was that thunder? I wondered if we'd get rain. Once over the hill, I saw the bright monument. It looked like a giant erect penis. I got it now. The floodlights made it look pretty much an altar to dick. OK. I got closer and decided I couldn't do this now. But I wanted to get close, take another step. I saw about a dozen guys just hanging out. Most of them were sitting on or leaning on a low rock wall around the statue. What was I doing here? I needed to go home and go to bed. Vomit, take some TUMS and lie down. But then a loud clap of thunder slammed the air. The group made noise and I heard a couple of car doors slam. A storm was moving in...which was kind of perfect for Halloween. The first wave of rain drops fell. All the guys left, headlights on and wipers going. I just couldn't walk back home in this. Shit. I normally don't mind rain so much, but it made me shiver a little now. The wind had changed. Oh Hell, I'd just find somewhere dry to wait out the storm. The library was open all night, but I needed somewhere closer. Right down the hill was a garage or shed of some kind. My guess that it was where they kept mowers and grass seed -- stuff like that. It had a narrow awning that I stood under. The orange glow of the security light was strangely beautiful as the rain got heavier. More lightning. Just then, a figure rushed at me through the heavy drops. Panic. He ran with so much energy that I thought he was going to tackle me. But no, he just wanted to get out of the storm. He was a lean guy, not much taller than me. He had on blue jeans and a t-shirt with our school's mascot, but he was no student. He was an older guy (late 30's) and just seemed like a local dude. "The storm wasn't supposed to start until tomorrow. I always keep an eye on the weather because I do landscaping around here...I'm James. What's your name?" "Scott" (a lie) "Nice to meet you, Scott. What the Hell are doing out here?" "Oh... oh I live close to here. I just got caught in the rain as I was walking back from a party." "Frat party? You look like a frat boy. " "No, James. I live a few streets away, What are you doing out tonight?" "It's Halloween, kid. I'm a goddamn vampire. Can't you tell?" I finally let myself myself look him up and down. He was really skinny and pale. Sort of sickly. I guess. Dark brown hair, wet. He might actually be a vampire I suppose. Damn rum. I waited to see his fangs pop out. "And vampires can't get wet?" He chuckled. "I'm just fuckin' with you, Scotty. I came to make sure this door was locked." He gestured to the shed's door -- which was indeed unlocked. "Why? What's in there?" "I'll show you. There's no light, but I can leave the door open a little to let some light in from the lamp post." I knew what he was doing and what I was doing, but I sensed that one aspect of "camping" was pretending you weren't about to what you wanted to do. Once inside, I got a little scared...was I actually doing this? He stood in the doorway and blocked most of the light. Still, I could see giant 50 lb. bags of what I assumed was some kind of fertilizer or seed. "At least it's dry in here," I said lamely. "Yeah. Here...take a look at this." He unzipped his fly and hauled out his hard dick. It was long and skinny, but the head flared out in an unreal way. It reminded of the devil's tail...or a T-square. I never imagined a penis could form like that. I couldn't say a word. "Sit down on those bags of weed-killer. Now." "Uh..." I was still trying to think when he made a few fast strides and put his dick up to my lips. "Yeah. Take as much as you can. From now on, you'll do what you're told." It was so dark in here. I held his rain-soaked jeans as he pushed that wicked head deeper into my mouth. I felt like I didn't have enough spit for this. I just kept trying. The taste and smell were a little funky. He hadn't showered today, but the smell of rain was helpful. Lightning releases ozone from the air...it's a beautiful odor. "Fuck yeah! The better job you do, the better off you'll be." Was he going to cum? Ejaculate? I had this brief thought of choking to death on this bizarre man organ. His flared head went deeper into my throat...couldn't breathe. At least he pulled back a little to give me air. And then plunged back in, hard and fast and then faster. Is sensed he was about to cum, but he stopped. "Take your pants down, Scotty Boy. I'd do it for you, but my forearms are a little weak right now. Do it now." OK. There was no going back now. I did as instructed and felt the colder air chill my ass a little. I was fully erect...which was confusing because I felt pure fear. Cats sometimes purr when they are really stressed...it's a comfort to them. James closed the door and locked it. Total blackness. I felt him position himself behind me. The weird tip of his penis parted my cheeks. "It'll be easier if you don't fight or tense up....God, your lucky." Lucky? How? "I got sperm in my balls that has a bite to it. It'll stay in you forever." I didn't and also did know what he was talking about. He was going to give me AIDS. He had it and wanted to spread it. No going back. He wanted to do the butt sex thing here in the dark. "Ow!!! No!!! Not now!" "Shh. You want this is bad as I do. Relax." I yelled, but the sound would never go through the walls. I'd put myself in this situation. He pushed that tip past my ass hole, GODDAMN! NO WAY! I was about to die. He just kept going in, deeper. Deeper. That inflamed dick head was now way inside me, ripping my insides, tearing everything. My screams echoed in the small metal space. I felt like I was going to die right then and there. Mistake! I had the morbid thought that I least I wouldn't have go through finals. He was relentless with his pumping and had no desire to let up until he came. I was just a portal for him to deliver seed in. It got a little easier to take after a few minutes. My insides had given up the tension. I stopped fighting it and let him do his thing. I didn't think -- which is unusual for me. I was just a fuck hole for this man. For his pleasure. "Guess what? I came already, but you're getting a double dose for being such a good boy. I swear, I never even lost my hard-on." By now I was starting to like it more. My own dick was about to come. And then it did. Shit! I must have lost a whole pint of semen all over the concrete floor. I moaned as a sense of pure enjoyment over took me. He was good at this. Did I just get a boyfriend? No. I didn't. As soon as he finished emptying a second load into me, James pulled his jeans back up and was quiet. He unlocked the door and opened it. The rain seemed to have stopped. "I always have a cigarette after fucking. I'll be right outside...get up when you're able, and join me." "Yeah. Thanks." 'Thanks'?? Did I really just thank a guy who caused me so much pain? My ass was sore as hell. Did HIV semen hurt more than the regular kind? I lifted my jeans back over my hips and zipped up. OK. My legs worked just fine, and I went to join him. "Damn, Scott! I'm gonna sleep good tonight, but I bet you won't. Want a cigarette?" I didn't smoke, but it seemed like a good thing to do just now. "I'm glad the storm is over." "Yeah, but it'll be muddy in the morning when I go to work. How you feelin'? " "Great." "Cool. Want to do it again? I always come here when it rains at night. Check the forecast, Scotty." It rained a lot the next two months.
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  6. REGULAR FRIDAY-SATURDAY BB SEX AT STEAMWORKS TORONTO (October 20-21, 2017) Hey, RawBros! I decided that I'd split this weekend (bb-speaking) between Steamworks Toronto (regular Friday-Saturday night) and the Club120 bb sex party this Sunday (4-8 PM). I'm SO glad I did. Here's Part I of this weekend's bb adventure. To stay up all night I find that you either have to have an espresso (or two) or a strong cup of coffee. Around 9 PM I got my cup of strong coffee at Starbucks near Steamworks Toronto. A great tasting flavour with added strength -- just what I need before a night of raw sex (hehe!)! I got myself checked in to Steamworks Toronto by 9:30 PM. If you're a regular there like I am, the boys smile and know you by name. I love these younger men. I haven't seen them mix work and pleasure... That's another story altogether. I thought that Steamworks was less active when I got to my room, but looks can be deceiving. A young guy caught my eye and within the first 30 minutes I got his big load in my mouth. He tasted GREAT! His cum blasted on my salt-and-pepper beard and into my hair. I didn't mind. I really didn't care if anyone noticed. I did see a few smiles as I left the front gloryhole area to get the cum away from my eyes. Cum stings and I don't know exactly why... I got to rim a few guys after that. I love the taste of ass. More guys to suck, but they were protective of their cumloads, and I move on. I chose to stick my hard daddy dick into the confessional structure (it's a massive interconnected bunch of confessional boxes with cut-out hole for sucking, rimming, and fucking. A beautiful cock sucker was on the other side. I liked it so much that I decided to join in his booth. He was younger, tanned and smooth. We kissed passionately (tongue too!). I turned him around and asked if I could fuck him bare. He said, "Hell, yeah!" So I went in to feel a well-lubed warm ass. After establishing a rhythm I asked if he wanted my load. No protesting there. The cumshots (2) were delivered in quick succession. He didn't want me to leave as he held me tight in him for a minute or two. I found out he was visiting Toronto from northern California. I thought why not be hospitable and give our American neighbours some Canadian seed! What are neighbours for? LOL! This time at Steamworks Toronto I found no takers for sex in my room as I rested in-between walking around. This was probably a good sign. Two more things worth mentioning. Last night, I guess there was a full moon or the stars were perfectly aligned. I met slutty guys like myself into bb sex. Can you believe that? No issues of hands trying to redirect your advances and so on... In all the dark spaces after 2 AM the Steamworks Toronto staff turn down (or simply turn off) the lights. This gesture makes for great anonymous sex. I went back to my favourite dark narrow dark space in the back of Steamworks Toronto. Totally pitch dark. I "met" a lovely guy with my hands and probing dick. He was affectionate, loved my moderate body hair and my salt-and-pepper beard. I proceeded to suck his hard beautiful dick. He didn't want to cum that way but asked me if he could fuck me there and then. SCORE! Douching helps. Finally I get fucked bare tonight, I thought. My hole was lubed but my younger daddy lover added some spit to his cock and we're good to go. His dick felt AMAZING in me. It didn't take his long to cum in me. He told me he couldn't hold back. I backed my ass into his dick and felt him cumming in me. He wanted to cum in me some minutes after (a short break) and I loved it even more. We took it outside the dark space so he got to see what I looked like and vice-versa. I told him my name and he gave me his. I said I come to Steamworks Toronto usually on a Friday night. He said he's look me up for a re-fuck. And why not? We gave each other other a passionate kiss and parted. Now that was a GREAT fuck! Another spontaneous event there. Guys would gather in the middle L-shaped play space where the TVs are to watch each other rim, suck, and fuck. My dick was still reasonably hard so I was jerking off to some great bare sex from other spontaneous pairings. I met 2 guys there from the Club120 bb sex parties -- one's a top, the other's a bottom. They said hi to me, and I said hi back. The guy (about my age) I saw topping a few guys bare, the other guy said to me, "See you on Sunday!" And now Round 2 of my bb weekend will be tomorrow at Club120 from 4 to 8 PM. More men's bodies and fluids to enjoy. Isn't the bb life great?
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  7. Unless you are on PrEP, are already Poz and on medication....or unless you are going to access PEP after every bareback fuck you have......You simply CANNOT bareback cautiously or safely. You cannot be neg and just bareback with anon strangers indiscriminately without being on PrEP or taking PEP afterward - this way, you're going to end up HIV positive at some point ....more often than not sooner rather than later, sometimes later.....but you WILL end up poz eventually. This goes for whether you're top or bottom or versatile. Yes, there are guys on here who *claim* to have barebacked with anon strangers indiscriminately for years upon years without being pozzed up with HIV - but these guys are (if indeed they are telling the truth) the exception rather than the norm. I think even they would concede this. Do you think if they were the norm...we would have a need for PrEP? And do you not think, perhaps, that the fact that so many neg guys (including on this forum) are on PrEP, shows that they deep down KNOW the truth that barebacking is a huge risk (and that's WHY they're taking it) ...hmmm? Don't you think if they genuinely believed it was fairly safe to do bareback, that they'd be taking PrEP? No, of course not. The simple truth is...bareback = highly hazardous. Play with fire, and you will get burned. If you want to enjoy bb, then get yourself on PrEP or make sure you can access PEP after every single bb fuck you have (the latter not a realistic option for most people).
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  8. I was at an ABS, and headed straight for the gloryholes. There were three cubicles, one open and another two with doors. I went to the middle one with holes on both sides, and before long someone appeared in the booth next to me. I put my fingers on the edge of the hole and he put his floppy cock up the hole. I immediately took it in my mouth, sucking him back and forth to get him hard. I stopped briefly, jacking his hardening cock in one hand and getting some amyl with the other. As his cock hardened, I bobbed my head back and forth faster rubbing my tongue around the fat mushroom head, before sucking and licking his balls one by one. By now his cock was mostly hard, the head covered in a mixture of my saliva and his precum. I put some amyl on my towel so I could sniff it without stopping. Taking a sniff I felt a wave of horniness rush over me and I went harder, deep throating the by now hard cock so that his pubes were in my face and I was gagging on it. I reached down to play with my hairless asshole as my mouth was full of this thick, sizeable cock, but realised i’d forgotten to get some lube. Taking some saliva on my hands, I reached down and rubbed it on my hole before slipping a finger inside and letting out a moan around the cock still filling my mouth. i took another sniff of amyl before standing up, turning round and taking his cock by the base and leaning back against it till it sled into my hole. He grunted an “mmmm” and started fucking back and forth, sliding his cock almost out of my hole and back to the hilt. I leant forward and put some more poppers on my towel, sniffed it and played with my own hard cock. I was in heaven at having my hole used and full of cock. I pushed back and squeezed my ass muscles against his cock as he continued to fuck me. I was wearing my new sheer mesh jock, and as he sped up, he grabbed the back of the strap. It would have been obvious I was being fucked by the noise of the slamming against the divider and my moans of pleasure. By now another cock had appeared in the hole opposite. He was already hard and I took him into my mouth and sucked him while the other cock was fucking me from behind. The top in my ass let out a grunt before covering my hole in his cum, then scooped it up with his still hard cock and shoved it inside me, fucking me some more. The guy in front of me shortly after pulled out and wanked his cock and cum shot out and all over my face and into my mouth. He rubbed his cock around my mouth, me sticking my tongue out to try and catch the last drops of his cum from his cock. He put it back in my mouth and I swallow, tasting what cum was in my mouth, with the rest still all over my face. They both left, but I hadn’t come, so I went to the open sling area, where they had a video of some guy getting raw gangbanged. I laid in the sling, sniffing some poppers and fingering my cum hole with one hand, and it wasn’t long before there was another cock in my mouth and another in my ass...
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  9. I work at a bath house. Actually, I took the job as much to meat new guys as for the money. On the days I'm not working, I sometimes check in as a guest and get together with some of my buds. I'm always looking for new fuck buddies as the opportunity presents itself. My lover, Kevin, is also an attendant there. He is a cute guy with a perfect bod and great legs. It was through Kevin that I met 3 of his buds. One day shortly before Christmas, before Kevin and I became lovers, the 5 of us decided to get together. Christmas is a slow time at the bath house because guys are out of town or tied up with parties or family obligations. So it's kind of neat, cause you have the facilities all to yourself. The bath house offers testing every Wednesday. I knew Kevin was neg when he came back from the medic all smiles. And he had assured me his buddies were, in his word, "safe". So that left me. I'd tested poz, but hadn't told anybody. I kind of figured it was none of their business, and not worth ruining anybody's holiday over, least of all my own. So I just kept quiet. As we undressed and wrapped towels around ourselves, I wondered how it would feel sliding my cock up into each and everyone of their sweet bubble butts. Jake especially caught my eye. He had this killer smile. He's 5'11", 165, crewcut, dazzling red hair, freckles, green eyes, and super long legs. Of course, being men among men, our cocks got mutually hard or close to it; and my 7" was no exception. Jake was hot for me from the start. He tweaked my nips, and mentioned how he'd like to sample that bulge beneath my towel. Evan and Tristan, lovers for 3 years, were blonde, short hair, 5'8" and 5'10" respectively, nice bods, and a little more aloof. After a few minutes of horsing around, I told them I wanted to shower. They agreed, and we hustled off to the locker room. Still half hard, I hung up my towel. "Gosh, Bill, I wish I could help you with that!" Jake said. I laughed. "I wish you could, too." I winked at him, not concealing my admiration for his butt. Coyly, he turned about and stepped into the shower. Perhaps it was the season, or simply the camaraderie, as the warm water poured down on us. But pretty soon we went from soaping ourselves to soaping each other. Jake's hands strayed to my tits, as the water ran down between our legs. He began to twist and squeeze, and when I moaned he let his hand drift down to my cock. I reached behind him and put my finger in his hole, pulling his body hard against mine. He groaned as he raised his fingers to his lips to savor my oozing precum. He slid down my body to my balls. Evan and Tristan, shy youth not quite sure they could play a man's game, stood by and observed, till I grabbed their buttocks, and pulled them tightly against me, their hard cocks pressed to my thighs. Coarsely I pushed their heads down to my nips, making them suck my tits like babies. Sensuously Jake glided up and down my on my dick. He had warm water in his mouth as he gulped down my 7" all the way to the root and stared imploringly up at me. I jerked Evan's and Tristan's cocks, which left trails of precum on Jake's back and shoulders. The three of us kissed while Jake deep-throated me. I put my hands on the back of his head and face-fucked him till he gagged. Evan went to my asshole. Soooooo sweet! Tristan followed, and they took turns rimming me while they played with themselves. I pulled Jake to his feet. "I love your cock, Bill." "Yeah, but now I need your ass." Jake put his hands to the tile and bent over. Evan and Tristan played with my nips as I grabbed Jake's narrow waist and slid my 7" into him. His ass muscles worked my cock as I plowed deeply into him. Jake groaned and whimpered, and I put my hands on his shoulders to gain more leverage into his mancunt. Tristan said, "Do me, Bill!" Evan added, "Me, too, dude." I pumped in and out of Jake till he yelled "I'm gonna shoot, man!" Right on cue, wave after wave of my poz cum shot up in his belly as he shot a neg load all over his pubes and the wall. A couple ropes dripped onto his leg and foot. Weak and enervated, Jake fell back against me. And the neg cum on his belly burned like acid into my unrequited flesh. Evan and Tristan lined up their asses ready for their deserts. Jake recovered enough to work my tits as I shoved my cum-lubed cock up Evan's neg hole. I slammed into him, and his head bounced off the tile wall till Tristan steadied him. Evan whispered, "Fuck me, Bill! I need it!" I buried my poz cock all the way up his neg gut; but he kept pushing his ass back at me, begging for more. Tristin kissed him, telling him over and over, "It's okay, Baby." Like he understood his lover's need to get bred. I pulled all the way out and shoved it back in. Evan screamed. Tristan moaned as he watched me plug his lover's hot butt. As I started to shoot, Evan said, "Can't help it, man! I'm gonna cum!" I quickly pulled out of Evan and buried my dick deep in Tristan, so that both lovers got equal exposure to my seed. I figured if I could convert one of them, they'd fuck each other to death. Tristan, not expecting penetration, let out a yelp, first of surprise, then pain, then pleasure, as gobs of poz cum, lost during the transition, ran down his butt crack, as they did down the leg of his lover. "God, Bill, that feels soooooo good!" I plowed Tristan as lover Evan watched in envy, my big ass balls pounding his ass, as poz cum sprayed into sweet neg pussy. Tristan's cock was hard as I plugged him, and he was precuming so voluminously that strands of it dangled from his cock to my legs like the web of a venomous spider. He groaned and grunted as I used my cock muscle to penetrate his unsullied butt. Drained, I pulled out, begging exhaustion. Evan, Jake and Tristan toweled off, excused themselves, and went back to the room. Kevin, who had been strangely aloof during the whole ordeal, turned off the water; and we stood there, dripping wet, facing each other. I approached him and kissed him. "When do I get mine, Mr. Macho?" "Doing anything this evening? You know that nice Italian restaurant I mentioned? My treat." "Not exactly what I had in mind." "Well, there's always afterward," I added lamely. "Bill, you shouldn't be so careless. I saw your test results laying in the office a month ago. And now I may have helped you poz my best friends." Stunned, I just nodded. "You know something? The only emotion I felt, besides nearly cumming myself, was envy. Like I wished it was me getting pozzed. So the way I see it, Mister, you owe me big time. And I intend to collect my due." That evening Kevin and I went to dinner. After that we went back to his place. A fortnight later he came down with the flu. Six months later we became lovers and moved in together. Now Kevin's on meds and has a zero viral load. My own viral load's floats between 75 and 100 (thousand), with T-cells in the 400 range. As for Evan, Tristan and Jake? Jake's still neg, far as I know. Last I heard, Tristan converted, and pozzed Evan The lovers split up as a result. As for Kevin and me-we're still poz to each other and neg to the world.
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  10. PART TWO "Hahaha, sounds fun Gramps. Just don't strap me in too securely!" As an experienced user, I was well aware of how to make it seem the restraints were only lightly tied but they'd hold the guy firmly in place. "Now how does that feel?" "Yeah, I think I get the idea of it. Wow, it feels pretty amazing from here but I bet it's better at your end! You kinda feel pretty exposed" Looking closer at his sweaty ass in his short shorts, I couldn't believe it - he wasn't wearing briefs! I could see him struggling to get out, just as I thought (& planned) he had no chance at all. "Did you need a hand there?" "Yeah, I can't seem to get out! Maybe if I hold onto you to get a bit more leverage..." Saying that, he put his arms around my neck to try & pull himself out. Of course, that only resulted in the sling starting to rock and bringing me closer, my cock almost resting against him. I could see that his attempts to pull himself out of the sling had actually meant his shorts had slipped further down, almost exposing his hole! "God Gramps, imagine if someone saw us now, what would we say?" "Well it's a damn god thing the door's locked," I replied. "No-one's gonna be surprising us that's for sure." Well, aside from the surprise I had in store for my grandson at least! As his attention was diverted looking over at the door, I was able to slide his shorts down a little further, finally exposing his sweaty hole. In the same motion, I pulled down my shorts, releasing my rock hard cock. That's what years of experience gets you! He swung back towards me, unaware of what was waiting for him. As he rolled back, my cock rested between his cheeks, poking at his hole. "Shit Gramps, what's going on?!?!" "Oh sorry buddy," I replied. "I guess seeing someone in the sling just brought back old memories and feelings and I couldn't help myself. You know what it's like getting flashbacks I'm sure." I looked down, pretending to be ashamed but in actual fact seeing how close I was to being inside his hole. "I know, Mom said you're still upset about Grandma. You still think about her don't you?" "I guess, I just get so lonely sometimes." I looked up at him, trying to get my eyes all misty, it wasn't the only thing I wanted wet though! "If you wanted to you could help me by....no you couldn't" "What Grandpa?" He asked innocently, leaning towards me, meaning my cock was just a little bit closer. "Would it be alright if I had sex with you? I know you're straight (I WAS CAREFUL WITH MY WORDING!!) and that you're my grandson but it'd make me so happy." "Of course Gramps, I'd do anything to make you happy. No-one's gonna come in and surprise us are they?" "No, not with the garage locked." I'd made VERY sure of that! "Well, I can't believe I'm saying this Gramps, but sure. You'll be gentle won't you?" "Tell you what, you tell me how I'm doing and I'll follow your lead OK? I've got some stuff in the house that'll make it easier for you if you want?" The poor kid nodded back to me, if only he knew what was coming. "OK boy, I'll go & get it. Don't go anywhere OK?" I figured a bit of humour would relax the kids nerves. "As if I could!" he laughed back. I tried to hide my aching hard-on as I ran inside to fetch my supplies. END OF PART TWO
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  11. I ran into a 20-something guy at the gym I have missed around with a little in the past, but until tonight it’s always been some JO or quick head. Tonight he asked if I wanted to go to his place since his roommate was out of town. He’s tall, skinny with an average length cock that’s nice and thick with a beautiful mushroom head. At his apartment he fucked me on all fours on the living room floor. He was so intense and he blew a massive load up my ass.
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  12. Went to sauna this afternoon, fucked a guy in dark room and one in the sling but didn’t cum. i had met 1 of the staff on Grindr and pump and dumped him at his house when his house mates were out ,and more recently at the local cruising area with a couple of loads in him. more recently he has been coy on line. not this afternoon ? we met whilst he was cleaning out rooms , he’s a really hottie very early 30s short and whippet thin. he grabbed my cock through my towel and I slipped my hands in the back of his trickiest and stuck my finger in his ass. considering what a slut he and how much he gets fucked he has a hole like a 18 year old virgins , pink and tight. he takes the position on the back matress already gisterning with lube and some one else’s cum i love to rim him and work my tounge right in him , he’s pushes back loving it. after a few minuets od this a gob on a finger I slide it in him ,his back arches and he huffs on a bottle of poppers , I stick a second and third finger in. hes ready for my cock ,I push in most of a lube sachet with the last bit on my cockhead. i stand behind him and put my hands round his thin 28 inch waste to keep him still whilst I slowly but firmly enter him. i push till I’m in his velvety Shute up to my balls , I start to fuck him. im not circumcised so I love to pull my foreskin back and feel my mushroom headengaging with his ass. i soon get a rythem goinging , we are a great fit , I can go really deep in him grinding on his ass with him panting moaning and arching his back. my cock is hard like an iron bar. i feel my self building and with a final grind so I cum deep in him push in as far as I can and cum in him. as I say I’ve fucked and loaded him several times and I’ve never even seen his cock.
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  13. Sorry for the delay with the next chapter. Let me know what you guys think! Part 8 I didn't know how long I slept for, when I woke up I felt like I was lying in a cloud. My body was heavy, I was now naked and had been washed. My stomach let out a growl, I hadn’t eaten since Saturday. I didn't even know what day it was, or the time. There were no windows in the room. I glanced around. The sling was gone and the sex closet closed over. I sat up and immediately regretted it, my ass burned out in pain. I still had the butt plug in. I got up and went for a piss in the en-suite. I tried the bedroom door but it was locked. I was trapped. I tried to remove the butt plug from my ass, but it was too deep and I couldn’t get a grip on it to try pull it out. I climbed back into the bed and began to sob. What had happened to me? The door opened. I wiped my face, not wanting Tom to see my like this. I just wanted to go home. “I’ve brought you something to eat, you slept right through the day.” Tom placed a tray of soup and some slices of bread on the bed next to me. “What’s the time, is it Sunday? I asked trying to sound calm and not panicked. Tom laughed, “It’s just after 7 in the evening and today is Sunday kiddo” ‘When can I go home?” I looked at Tom cautiously. “John, you are home. I know this is an adjustment but it’s not going to change. You’re mine, don’t you remember saying you belong to Daddy?” I sat in silence, a thousand things ran through my mind, “What about my work?” why was that the first thing I asked? “You’ve called off work for 2 weeks boy. It’s all been arranged, I want to make sure I’ve claimed you and you’re truly mine.” “You contacted my work? How do you know where I work? Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this weekend” Tom’s blue eyes narrowed and he sighed. “Never mind any of that, you’ve got to eat something. You need your strength.” I felt frustrated, who did this guy think he was? I kept my face passive, not showing the anger building up in me. “Need my strength for what?” I spat out the words. “For when my seed takes over you. I’m highly viral, and my strain is resistant to meds. You’ll carry my DNA for life, just as a Daddy’s boy should.” I made to stand up but Tom calmly put his hand on my chest. “Don’t make me take control, you’ve been doing well Boy.” I looked at him in disbelief. “Take control? What the fuck!” I lost my cool “Are you serious? You’ve already raped me, had me gang raped, tore up my ass and filled me with infected cum. You’re keeping me against my will, have contacted my work after clearly stalking me for some time and yet you don't want to “take control”” I rolled my eyes and immediately started to panic, the adrenaline was wearing off. Tom narrowed his eyes and spoke softly “Eat your food boy, I’ll allow you that one outburst due to you adjusting to your role. Do it again and being raped will feel like a day at the beach in comparison to what I could do with you.” He got up slowly and left the room, locking the door on his way out. What had I got myself into? Out of desperation I ate the food he had brought me, I wolfed it down and felt better having ate something. I put the empty tray next to the door. I lay in the bed for hours trying to think of a way of escape, yet each time I thought about it I realised I was trapped. He had contacted my work and been watching me for 3 months. Tom clearly wasn’t someone to mess with. Eventually I came to the conclusion that if I played along I’d be less likely to be hurt and could maybe reach out for help when I got out of this room. I tried not to think of the HIV. He had tricked me the first time he fucked me, he deliberately broke the condom to infect me...my cock stirred at the memory. Tom came back to the room, he was wearing only a pair of white briefs, they barely contained his monster cock. He locked the door behind him. “If you’ve calmed down now, lets get that butt plug out of your ass.” I made my way to the bathroom with him. He had me squat over a bucket and slowly he eased out the butt plug. It stung like hell but Tom was gentle. It took me by surprise. Without warning cum and blood rushed from my hole. I felt instantly lighter. Tom pushed the bucket aside and led me back to the bedroom. “I want you to have one last tender moment, I will be in control of you from now on boy, my pleasure and satisfaction will be your only focus. Tonight I will give you pure satisfaction once last time, before it becomes insignificant in our lives together.” I tried not to roll my eyes and told myself to just play along with him. Tom took my cock in his hand and before I could fight the urge I was hard. He pulled me close to him. “Daddy is going to fuck the last neg load your body will ever make… every last drop of it” I was so hard I couldn’t focus, we were in bed before I realised we’d moved and Tom had his tongue buried in my ass. “Fuck, you taste bitter boy” Tom said with a smile. I moaned in pleasure. I felt the familiar cold sting at my ass. Tom had lined up his thick pierced cock at my hole. “Tell Daddy what you want boy” “Fuck me Daddy” I played along. He slide into my ass with more ease than before, but it was still tight and after the first six inches it was painful again. “That’s it, open up for daddy.” Tom made me take long deep hits of poppers. My mind was spinning, Was I enjoying being fucked? I was leaking pre-cum. “I’m not all the way in yet boy. I want you to cum as I breed you. Make you shoot that neg load from the inside.” My body was in ecstasy and agony all at once. I eventually felt his balls against my ass and knew he was in me completely. He changed the angle that he was fucking me and before long I was in a state of frenzy. Each time he slid in and out of my hole he brushed his piercing against my prostate. My stomach was quickly covered with a pool of pre-cum. He took my cock in his hands and I could feel my orgasm building. Tom stared into my eyes, my lips betrayed me; “Breed me Daddy, claim your boy. Cum in my ass, knock me up.” “You want my toxic load boy?” Tom asked not breaking his stare. “Yes Daddy…poz my boy hole” He fisted my cock and my ass started to clench, I couldn’t hold it back any longer and neither could he. We both screamed out in pleasure and as ribbons of cum shot across my body, Tom filled my ass. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. Before the last of the orgasm Tom grabbed my body and pulled it into his, he kissed me. It was both tender and romantic. “I love you boy” Tom said his piercing blue eyes locked on mine. “I love you too Daddy” My stomach flipped…was I still playing along?
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  14. Part 7 'They’re all positive. Tom is positive. He’s been fucking HIV into my torn hole all night.' My mind went into a panic. I tried to struggle but couldn’t move. My breathing became panicked and quick but because I couldn’t open my mouth I felt slowly suffocated. Tom reached down to me and took advantage of my panic, placing poppers under my nose. I had no choice but to inhale. My body grew warm and flushed and my hole twitched. I felt numb all over. He grabbed the syringe filled with toxic cum and slid it deep inside my hole. It was cold as it filled me, my ass felt full with his seed. He positioned himself at my ass and in one unmerciful thrust he ripped deep into me. I tried to scream but couldn’t make a sound other than a guttural moan. Leaning down, Tom whispered in my ear “Daddy never said he was negative, boy. I’ve bred your ass and claimed it. I chose you. This is your gift.” I felt my eyes fill with tears, I didn't want this. Why had I allowed myself to get into this situation? The tears streamed from my eyes. The men around me noticed, and someone, a man with white hair and the biohazard tattoo above his swelling cock taunted me sneering “Look at the bitch. Crying with happiness. You love your Daddy, don’t you?” I tried to shake my head. Did all these men think I wanted this? I looked pleadingly into Tom’s beautiful blue eyes. “Daddy loves you John. I want this for you and me. Take it and enjoy it. We’re free now.” I didn’t quite know what he meant but I knew he was close to cumming. My ass burned and I could feel the cum splashing from my hole with every thrust. I felt his cock ring stabbing at my insides. I suspected my ass was bleeding. Tom thrust harder into my hole, and I distinctly felt his cock spasm as he came, the jets of cum flowing deep into my body. The spectators cheered Tom on, catcalling him saying “Fucking breed him,” and “Give him that Daddy load,” and perhaps most to-the-point, “Knock-up his cunt.” Yeah, the room was filled with the sound of encouragement for Tom as he became my Daddy. After he was satisfied that I’d received ever drop of his cum he withdrew his cock, walked round next to my head and placed a blindfold over my eyes, remarking “I want you to feel the cum filling you, not focus on who’s giving it to you. My load is the only one you should love and cherish. The rest are because I want it for you.” Tom placed more poppers under my nose as the first cock slammed into me. I spent hours taking load after load of cum. I began to feel satisfied knowing I had made someone cum. Every time I felt the spasm of a cock or the moan of one of the men in the room I felt a sense of pride. Was I doing a good job? I didn’t want to let Daddy down. I couldn’t believe I felt this way. Tom had truly broken my mind. I was craving the cum of every man present. Each time another syringe of lube was unloaded into me I felt closer to Tom, knowing Tom’s cum somehow allowed the other men to use my ass with violence. I felt the familiar sting of Tom’s cock as it buried into my now destroyed hole. Light flooded my eyes as the blindfold was removed. Tom’s blue eyes were the first thing I saw. He was smiling. I felt a deep sense of calm wash over me. I glanced up at the ceiling: the room was empty except for the two of us. Each time Tom’s cock slid from my ass I noticed it was covered in thick white cum. I knew there was nothing I could do now, it was too late, this was my fate. Tom quickly bred my ass, blowing his load so deep I could practically taste it. Reaching over to the table, he grabbed the jar of cum, which was now two-thirds empty. The remaining third ended-up in my ass by means of the syringe. I thought my ass would burst, and apparently Tom was of the same mind, as he abruptly slid a butt plug into my hole. Mercifully this plug did not have spikes. “Good boy. You did Daddy proud tonight.” With that Tom released my legs, but before either leg hit the mattress I had passed out from exhaustion.
    2 points
  15. Part 6 I woke up feeling hot and tight as if I had been wrapped in something. When I opened my eyes the room was dark and my vision was restricted, I had something over my face. It was a hood, it was tight, I couldn’t open my mouth and I only had two nostril slits to breath. I tried to remain calm, not knowing what was now happening to me. “Good you’re awake. I took the liberty of dressing you in something more exciting” It was Toms voice, I tried to look around but my hands and feet were restrained, I was face down on the bed now. “You look hot in rubber boy, you're making daddy hard” I realised I must be wearing a rubber body suit. Completely covered except for my ass, which felt cool and exposed. Tom had climbed on the bed behind me and I could feel his body near my ass. It was burning with the butt plug still tearing my hole. “I won’t lie boy, this is going to hurt” Tom said laughing to himself I thought I’d pass out with the pain when he started to slide the butt plug from my ass. He twisted it as he pulled it from inside me, I attempted to scream but I couldn’t open my mouth to make any noise. I just groaned into myself. With one last tug the butt plug was removed from my ass. Almost instantly Tom slammed his cock balls deep into my now destroyed ass. “Fuck boy. You’re wrecked…such a sloppy hole, it’s dripping” The wind had been fucked out of me, I struggled to catch my breath with the suit and hood on. Tom fucked me for what felt like hours, my hole burned and never relaxed to the invasion of his cock. I don't think it would ever feel comfortable inside me. He never slowed his pace, occasionally speeding up but never loosing momentum. The entire time he told me how much of a good boy I had been for daddy and that he would reward me with a gift. “Fourth load boy. You’ve definitely got it now.” Had Tom cum in me 4 times? I felt used and terrified but shamefully horny. He untied me and lifted my weak body, He placed me down and I felt suspended in the air, I was in a sling. Had Tom built it while I slept? I glanced upwards and could see my reflection in the mirrored ceiling. I was completely covered in shiny black rubber, my cock completely hidden and just a hint of my exposed ass as Tom fixed my legs into restraints, keeping them open. That’s when I noticed Tom had changed. He was wearing leather trousers and a black harness across his chest. His cock was hanging out, it was pierced, he caught me looking at it. “I thought I’d put my ring in for you boy. I’ve told the others not to wear theirs, I want you to know when it’s Daddys cock in you.” Others? What others? My breathing started to increase again. Tom noticed. “Relax boy, it’s all part of the gift. My friends seen you in the bar with me. I promised they could help me break you in. Make you discover your true calling.” My heart was racing and my mind was running a mile a second. I wasn’t into group sex, Tom had barebacked me, I didn’t want strangers cumming in me. I looked at Tom, I could vaguely make out a tattoo on his chest, it was black and red and looked tribal. I knew I had seen it before. “They'll be here soon boy. Just remember you're my boy. I won’t let anything happen to you that I don’t want to happen.” He walked over to his sex wall and removed the glass jar of lube and placed it, along with a long syringe, on to a table next to the sling. He caught me glancing at his chest again. He just smiled and filled the syringe with lube . “This is all Daddy boy. I want my friends to fuck me deeper into you with every thrust.” Tom could probably sense my confusion. “This jar is 3 months worth of my cum boy. I told you I’ve been saving every drop since I first seen your tight little ass. My friends are going to use it as lube before they add to my loads already.” He never gave me a chance to respond, he walked out of the room and left me. After half an hour or so, the door opened and Tom strode over towards me, followed by a group of men. I couldn’t see how many there were, at least 10 anyway. I tried to look at them, they were all in their 40’s, muscled and stripped down to chaps, jockstraps and harnesses. They looked like they had just came from a kinky porn set. I noticed one of the guys had a similar tattoo to Toms, not only him but another, and another. In fact all the guys had the tattoo, in varying places. Some above their crotch, on their chest, arms. I’m sure one of them had it on his dick. ‘Biohazard’, thats what it was… wait did that mean they were all…
    2 points
  16. Thanks for all the comments and feedback guys, makes it more fun to write knowing you're enjoying it. Part 5 Once Tom was satisfied that I had cleaned his cock well enough he pulled away from my face and tucked himself back into his trousers. He looked at me with those piercing blue eyes. I got hard again. “If you promise to be good Daddy will untie your arms.” He walked towards be and slowly untied the restraints around my wrists. My arms ached when I moved them. I slowly sat up as Tom’s eyes burned into mine. My ass was sore, so I had to support my body as I tried to lift myself from the bed. Tom just stood there, never offering to help me as I struggled to stand. “Where are my clothes?” I asked forgetting that they had been cut off of me and would probably be of no use now. “Why would you need them boy? Daddy isn’t finished with you yet.” I stood frozen in fear, yet my cock was still solid. Tom walked towards me, his muscled chest inches from my nose. “I told you, you are mine boy. Lets make sure you don’t loose any of my gift from that fuck hole of yours. Especially when you asked for it so desperately” He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the mirrored wall, it was a sliding door. Tom slid it open to reveal shelves filled with everything you’d imagine to find in a sex shop. Toys, Poppers, Lube, Underwear, Rubber, Leather, Masks, Hoods. My eyes didn't know where to look. He grabbed a large, solid silver looking butt plug. It looked almost spiky around the ball. “Bend over on the bed like a good boy for Daddy, the sooner you move the more lube I put on it.” Ask he spoke he twisted his grip around my wrist, causing it to burn slightly. I didn’t see the point in fighting him so I turned as quickly as I could towards the bed, but he didn’t let go of my wrist. My feet never moved far and my body was jerked backwards. Tom smiled at me with his eyes burning dangerously. “I’m doing as you said” I struggled, confused by his actions. “I’m impressed Boy, but I don’t want to spoil all the fun” He took slow steps towards the bed, pressing his body closer towards me each time, in a quick swipe of his arm he spun me round and I landed on the bed face down. I looked round to see Tom applying some lube to the butt plug, although it came from a glass jar and It had a funny smell. “I’ve been saving this for my boy, I haven’t wasted a drop since I first saw that innocent bubble butt of yours walk past me” I turned my head to ask what he meant and how did he know me, but before I could open my mouth, Tom was pushing the butt plug again my now very sensitive hole. “Take a huff of those poppers boy. you’ll need them” I grabbed the poppers from the bed in front of me and took a couple of deep hits. I relaxed as much as I could but the butt plug felt wider than Toms’ cock and it was solid with no give to it. As it got deeper into my ass I could feel spikes, they were sharp and I could feel them stinging inside my ass. Tom started twisting the butt plug as it went deeper inside me. I screamed out in pain. “Thats it boy, mix it all together. You’re my boy, you’ll want nothing but Daddy” With a hard smack he slammed it fully into my hole, the pain was unbearable and I felt myself go weak. Tom leaned down to my ear and whispered “Who do you belong to boy?” I could barely open my eyes but my lips betrayed themselves, I mumbled out. “You...Daddy” I could feel Tom lifting me and placing me under the bedsheets as I started to drift off from exhaustion. “Good Boy, get some rest, you’re going to remember this night forever.”
    2 points
  17. I had been waiting patiently for my sons 18th birthday. It was finally almost here. Two more days. Two more days till he would finally be of some use to me. Until now the pathetic little emo brat had been nothing but a burden. But in two days he would finally start fufilling some purpose and no longer be a total waste of his daddy's cum. Granted, I had only had to look after him for the last two years, but it was a hassell. I knocked his mother up when were 17. I tried to make her get an abortion, but her parents wouldn't let her. Some religious bullshit reason. When I was 18, I was sent to prison for 15 years for armed robbery trying to get money to take care of the "accident". So yea I blamed him for being incarerated. Prison changes you. I entered as a teenage punk and left a hardened ex-con. The first five years I was a prison bitch, owned by the toughest fucker in the joint. He claimed me the second day I was in there, raping me in the showers. For five years I gave up my pussy to him and anyone he sold me to. Then he got shanked in the yard. Another guy tried to claim me, but I was older, wiser, and stronger. I fought for myself this time, and earned some respect. Soon I had my own prison pussy, a scrawny little bitch. I owned him until I was released. When I got out, I was able to find a shitty job and managed to find a dump of a trailer to live in. That's when the bitch showed up on my steps with our kid and his suitcase. She just dumped him with me and took off with some bikers. I could have just kicked him out on the street, but he was my blood. And like I said, prison changes you. I had developed a taste of hot boy ass, and the power of owning it. So I took him in knowing he'd be legal in two years. Now the wait was almost over. The cumstain had no idea what his future was going to hold for him. I had been planning and preparing for this day. I had saved up and bought a state of the art digital camera, knowing it was an investment for what I was going to make off the boy. The morning of his birthday, he came out to the living room to find me sitting in my chair, smoking, wearing just a pair of dirty boxerbreifs, my chest and arms of prison tatoos on full display. He started to get some cereal in the kitchen, but I called him over. "Its your birthday son," I started. "I have a little present for you." I handed him a glass pipe with some crystals in it. Now, I know he's done drugs. I've smelled pot and alcohol on him many times. But I don't know what else he's done. I knew he knew what I had just handed him. "Go ahead son, you're a man now. Join Daddy in a smoke." He was a little hesitant, but I pushed it up to his lips and lit a lighter, melting the crystals. He took a big bit, coughing out a large white cloud. "Go ahead, take another one son." I encouraged him. He took another big hit, not coughing so much. I kept encouraging him to take more, and the dumb bitch didn't even realize I wasn't hitting it. After his 6th big hit, the pipe was empty and he flopped back on the couch. I knew he was flying, and I knew it was time for his real present. He wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes, so it was really easy to rip his jeans and underwear off of him. "What the fuck Dad?" he started, but a couple hard slaps across his face silenced him. "Shut the fuck up boy!" I ordered him. "The free ride is over. From now on you're going to earn your existence!" His skinny,pale body was no match for my pumped up muscles. I had had him naked and on his stomach before he knew what hit him. Ripping off my shorts I lined up my hard 8 inch cock up to his hole, and spit a couple loogies on my dick for lube. Holding his shoulders down I forced my cock in his virgin hole as hard as I could. He howled as I breached his ass ring, pushing my mushroom head into him and continuing till I was buried to my balls. I felt a warm wetness surround my cock as his cherry was ripped apart. He thrashed and cried beneath me begging for me to stop. I just started fucking him hard and deep, loving the red that covered my dick everytime I pulled out. God damn it was nice to have some hot boy ass again! I was going to make him a great whore. I pulled all the way out, looking at his busted open pussy, red oozing out of it, and rammed back in to the hilt, causing more howling from the cunt. I just kept on pounding his new pussy over and over. Eventually he quieted down and actually started moaning, and soon was pushing his ass back on me. "That's right boy. Ride your daddy's cock. Feel good boy? That's the cock that made your worthless life bitch. But now you have a purpose! You're going to be my whore and make daddy lots of money!" He just moaned beneath me as I talked dirty to him. "That's right bitch, moan for me. I know your faggot ass loves it. This is why you were born! Now take my cum. Take your daddy's cum in your whore cunt!" I pumped my son full of my cum as his pussy milked me dry, sucking my sperm deep in his guts. When I finished breeding his new cunt, I unloaded with a torrent of piss, making him my urinal. "Don't worry about school, I said, pulling out of him as his ravaged hole leaked piss and cum, "you won't be going there anymore. You'll be too busy working for me!" I turned off the camera knowing I had something totally hot to sell on the internet.
    1 point
  18. I have submitted several fiction stories here at BZ. I thought maybe some guys would enjoy some true stories from my life. When I was 26 I lived in a big city and had a part-time Master for 7 months until he moved away due to work. He wanted me to move with him, but I wasn't ready to commit to being a full time slave. Part of me wishes I had, cause I've never met anyone else like him or had such a fufilling sex life. But at least I have some wonderful memories. He introduced me to many new things and fulfilled many fantasies. This first story is when we met. It was my birthday weekend and I had taken Monday off so I could have a nice long weekend of drinking, smoking pot, and hopefully having sex. I got laid alot in those days cause I was boyishly cute and slender, (I still am) and had already gotten laid Friday night. Good sex, nice guy, but pretty vanilla. So now it was Saturday and I was in a leather bar searching for something more exciting. I loved older leather daddies, (still do) and usually could score. I was dressed pretty much like everyone else. Levi 501's, white t-shirt, black biker jacket and boots. I was casually making the rounds, checking out some hot men, when I noticed one checking me out. He was definitely sexy. Shaved, bald head, big, bushy mustache, wearing tight jeans that showed a nice bulge, and a leather vest that revealed a very, hairy chest and arms. Yum! I raised my glass and nodded a hello as I casually past him. He reached out and gropped my crotch as I went by. I smiled and nodded my head toward the back patio. I went out back and leaned against a wall, lighting a cigarette. In no time I saw him walk through the door and over to me. "How's it goin tonight boy?" he asked leaning against the wall next to me, lighting his own cigarette. He was a couple inches taller than my 5'11" with a little bit of a belly. Again, yum! "Fine Sir, it's my birthday weekend," I replied, "and how is your night?" "Better now that I've cornered a cute boy." I blushed at his comment. "You flatter me Sir. I'm sure a sexy man such as yourself has no problem attracting the boys." "Not often ones as cute as you. Boys like you are usually at the twink bar." "Well I have more than one side to me, Sir." I demured. "Do tell." he said placing his hand on my ass, rubbing it. "Has anyone given you your birthday spankings yet boy?" "Not yet, Sir. Play your cards right and it may be you." I said cheekily. "Mmmm, a boy with a little spunk in him. I like that." "I bet you do, Sir, in more ways than one." "Play YOUR cards right boy, and maybe you will have my spunk in you." he whispered in my ear as he slid his hand down the back of my pants. My dick strained in my jeans. "Oh, and whats this?" he asked as his finger tried to find my hole. "A plug Sir." I replied as he pushed it a little deeper in me, causing me to moan a little. "A boy who prepares..very nice." We spent at least an hour on the patio, drinking, talking, smoking a joint. He was actually a very nice man. His name was Frank, he was 49, and worked in computers. He said he had seen me around a few times and had really wanted to meet me. He gave me money and had me fetch us beers a couple times. Eventually we both had to piss. As we stood side by side at the trough style urinal, he gave me my first test. "Take my cock out boy, and hold it while I piss!" I did as I was told, as I was WAY into this man. There was no way I'd screw it up! He started pissing a strong stream. "Take my piss in your hand and rub it on your shirt!" I did as instructed. "Again boy!" Again I did. 5 times he had me do this so the front of my shirt was wet with his piss. Then he took his empty beer glass and filled it with the last of his piss. After he allowed me to piss, we returned to the patio, him with a fresh beer, me with his recycled beer. Obviously I didn't need to be told I had to drink it. I was no stranger to piss, but this didn't taste quite like regular beer piss. After some more chat and our drinks were gone, Sir declared, "All right boy, time to quit this bullshit and get down to business." With that, he popped the buttons on my fly and fished out my cock. He wrapped his fingers around the base, lightly squeezing my cock and balls in his hand, and proceeded to lead me through the bar and out the door. Men grinned their approval as Sir led his claimed boy through the crowd, some congratulating him. His apartment happened to only be a few blocks from the bar, and he never let go of my genitals the entire walk, even as he led me into his building. Once we were inside his apartment, he pushed me against the door and started kissing me, deep and hard, grinding his mustache into my face, raping my mouth with his tongue. He pulled off my coat and ripped off my t-shirt as he frantically kissed me. He pushed my jeans down then ordered me to take off my boots and jeans. In no time flat, I was naked, while he remained clothed. "In the future boy, you will ALWAYS be naked in my home." The future? He was pretty confident I'd be back. But if the night finished as good as it started, I knew I'd be back! He pushed me toward the sofa which I took as an invitation to sit. "No boy! On the floor!" I didn't question him and sat on the rug as he went into the bedroom, returning with a mirror that had something on it. He set it on the coffee table and took a razor blade, chopping up some lines. "You ever had crystal before boy?" he asked". "No Sir," I replied, suddenly nervous and excited. The night had just taken a very unexpected turn. I knew what it was, but had never encountered it before. I had done lots of other drugs but not that. "You'll like it boy. And since you don't work till Tuesday, you'll be fine. The rest of this weekend will be my birthday present to you." he said, handing me a little straw. "Two fat lines, one for each nostril." I eagerly snorted the lines, secretly thrilled by this new adventure. My nose and throat burned as the powder entered my membranes. Before long I felt a new, heightened sensation of awareness. My heart beat faster and my whole body tingled, especially my plugged asshole which felt a horniness like never before. Sir went back into the bedroom and returned with some leather items. Quickly he had a collar and wrist and ankle restraints on me. Then he attached a cock and ball harness on me as tight as he could get it. "That's how I like my boy dressed!" said Sir. "Now suck my cock boy!" he ordered, pulling it through the fly in his jeans. I crawled to him and opened my mouth, taking his soft cock into my hungry mouth. For the first time I noticed a thick, chrome cockring around his base. As I sucked him like a starving Ethiopian, his cock grew harder and harder until it reached it's full, hard 8 inches. I pulled off to admire it's beauty. It was extremely veiny with a fat mushroom head. It was a very commanding looking dick. The type a Master should have. Sir held some poppers under my nose and told me to breath deep. He did three hits under each nostril till I was flying high. Then he grabbed my head and forced it back onto his throbbing cock. He pushed my head down, forcing the fat head down my throat, choking me and gagging me. I was in heaven. "That's a good piggy!" he complimented me. "Take my cock! Choke on it bitch! I knew you would be a great boy!" I beamed with pride as I relaxed my throat and swallowed my new Master to the base. He kept up the throat fuck for at least 10 minutes before he pulled out. I panted for air after he exited. "Open your mouth boy!" he ordered me. "Open wide!" I kneeled in front of him as he spit several times into my mouth. "Swallow boy! Then follow me on your hands and knees!" We went into the bedroom where he had a homemade bondage bed. It was black wood, with four tall beams and two by fours around the top, like a perverted canopy bed. Rings and drilled holes were all over it, and I didn't have to guess their purposes. "Made it myself." he proudly said. "Now, face down, legs off the end!" Soon he had me on my stomach, arms stretched and tied down, ankles spread and tied. I just lay there and shook at the excitement of being restrained and high, vulnerable to this sexy man. He pulled out my plug and fingered my hungry hole. I quickly felt a burning inside. "That's a little bootie bump for you boy. Now for a bigger plug." I moaned like a whore as he worked the larger plug inside me, my horny hole sucking it in. "Oh yea!" said Sir. "You've got a hungry little slave cunt there. We'll have to try our best to satisfy it!" "Yessss Sirrrr!" I moaned. "Make me your little slave whore!" I begged as he tied a popper soaked rag over my nose. "I will boy. Don't you worry about that! But first, those birthday spankings!" With that, I felt the first smack of a paddle. I jumped from the shock of it. But it felt so good. 25 more followed and my ass felt like it was on fire while my head spun from the pain and the pleasure and the drugs. "That's such a pretty bright red ass, slave boy. I love to fuck a red hot ass!" With that Sir pulled the plug out and rammed his fat, veiny cock deep in me. I screamed in extasy as he buried himself in me too the hilt. "Oh yea boy! Take your Masters cock! Your MY little slut now! I'm gonna fuck you so much this weekend you won't be able to walk on Tuesday! Damn thats a hot, fuckin slave hole you have boy!" "God yes Sir. Fuck your boy! I wanna be your personal whore! God you feel so good!" And fuck me he did! Fucked me like i had NEVER been fucked before. It had to be at least 45 minutes he pounded my hole. He untied me and we switched positions a couple of times. The final position was on my back with Sir pressing my knees into my shoulders so he could get that fat, mushroom headed cock as deep as possible in me, battering my prostate while my tina soft dick leaked fluid and I babbled gibberish. Sir spit on my face and into my mouth as he pushed his full weight down on me. "Fuck boy!! Here I cum! You ready for your Masters cum? Are you ready for me to breed my new slave boy?" "God yes Sir!" I panted. "Give it to me Sir! Make me your cumdump Sir!" Sir planted his mouth on mine and sucked and bit my tongue as he shook and shuddered, violently shooting his cannon deep inside me, flooding my guts. He collapsed on me while our sweaty bodies both recovered from the most mind blowing sex I had ever experienced. After a few minutes he slowly pulled his spent cock from my wet hole and replaced it with the plug. "Do you really want to be my boy? My slave? My slut? My whore?" he asked. "Yes Sir." I replied. "I would be honoured." "Good." he said kissing me. "Cause your birthday weekend isn't over."
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  19. Saturday night I was at one of the chicken hawk bars ogling the guys. One shy youth sat down at a corner table. An hour and a half passed, and he just kept drinking. I decided this was THE BOY. I strolled over and introduced myself. His name was Andy, 5' 9", a thin 150, dark hair, satin-smooth skin. I ordered us tequilas. He was 21 and bi-curious. It was his first time in a Gay Bar. We made small talk as he sipped one drink after another. I made sure he never lacked for liquid refreshment. By closing time he was about to pass out. Since I figured a respectable boy like himself wouldn't want to go home drunk, I suggested we get a room at the Baths. He slurred he'd love to see the Baths. I vowed the Kid would get broken in right. I dragged him out of the bar and into my car. I drove to a Bathhouse only 5 minutes away Andy could barely walk and stumbled into our room, collapsing on the bed. I locked the door and pulled off his clothes. Now that we were alone, I kissed him ALL OVER. I don't know how he would have responded had he been sober; but in his intoxicated state, we made out for 20 minutes before he passed out. I'd specifically requested one of the "sling" rooms, and in that apparatus that I struggled to position him. Just looking at the young, slim, hairless body gave me a hardon, knowing what was forthcummin'. I pulled out a large hit of Tina and worked it up his Chute, well past his Sphincter, so the Fucker would quickly absorb it. I secured the stirrups and restraints, so his fresh Virgin Hole was exposed to all Cumers. ! spat on my Cock and lined my Shaft up with his Virgin Boy Cunt. Call me a Sadist, but I just love to plow ALL THE WAY into an unsuspecting Boy's Ass, the less Lube, the better—breaks a Cunt in real fast. So I tore into Andy, ripping him open like a high school girl before I gave him his first Cumload, thick, creamy, and POZ. Now that I had taken his innocence, and, hopefully his health, it was time for the real fun to begin. I flung open the door—and men, young and old, fat and thin, handsome and ugly (mostly ugly) began to traipse in. I knew some were POZ. Most notable among them was Ol' Frank, not chronologically old, but so-called because of his advanced AIDS, emaciated, with sunken cheeks, and KS Lesions on his arms and legs, even his tongue—I've tasted it! I noticed Ol' Frank ravished the Boy several times that night, and a smirk graced his cracked lips whenever he shot. But all good things must Cum to an end, and in the morning I had to leave. I'd dumped in the Youth several times; and I swear, the geography of Andy's Anal Canal had become common knowledge among the Bath's Patrons. I smiled at the Kid, trapped in the Sling, Cunt all red, leaking pink Spooge, which ran down his thighs, to pool on the canvas beneath him. There was literally a quarter-cup of the Staff of Death puddled there. Grabbing a cone-shaped cup from the water cooler, I scooped up what I could and forced it down the semi-conscious Boy's throat. I bid him farewell, though I doubt if he heard me; and, after renewing his room for another 12 hours, asked the Desk Clerk to look in on him from time to time. That night I got a call about 9 PM. It was the Clerk On Duty. He said he'd made a terrible mistake Just as he was leaving Andy's room, he got an urgent page back to the Lobby. In his haste, he'd failed to latch Andy's door. It'd swung wide open. They got really busy, and the Clerk didn't get back to Andy till late afternoon. From what Andy said, some Wise Ass had forced a rubber ball between his teeth, then the Dude, and 15 other guys, proceeded to rape him.. Andy was huddled in a corner of the lobby, terrified and crying, as he awaited a cab. The Clerk had tried to calm him, telling him everything would be OK. Of course, that was bullshit. Andy would never be the same again.
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  20. level 6 here too for more than 10 years poz and proud, love to share and take any seed only raw
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  21. Always up for more clean bare cock, cant get enough of it.
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  22. He isn’t my type but we’ve played three times now so...? I’m usually chasing young top studs but they flake so much I had to cast a wider net. Anyway, he’s 50, Asian but not hung but he announced that he fucks bb and cums a ton. He’s right. Saturday afternoon I was so horny I struck out with the young guys so went back to the mature crowd. Cleaned out and drove right to him and prelubed my hole on the way. He was feeling good so he ordered me to strip and was talking nasty, degrading stuff that I love. He said “you’re a worthless faggot”. “You’re a little bitch and If you want my cum , better beg for it”. And beg I did. Loud, and nonstop while he changed up positions and found the ones that made me moan like a needy bottom bitch. Forty minutes later, my hole was getting a little sore. He’s not a sadistic fucker so he unloaded in my hole and flooded my guts beyond belief. He stayed in me until he went soft, I clenched to keep it in and immediately got on my back and pulled my legs to my chest to help retain his seed. He wasn’t going to let me suck him clean but I begged and he gave in to his cumdump fag. I started playing with my cummy butt while I grabbed his little dick but because he didn’t want me to suck him, I was worried I was dirty but I was confident in my douche skills so, in one motion, I swiped a full grip from base to tip while I visually inspecting his meat for residue and swapped grips while moving my head down and did a fast full sniff of my hand just as I opened to suck. If was clean and I tasted it to prove it. He kicked me out just saying fags don’t wear underwear with my load inside. I fingered my cummybutt all 35 minutes home and got there just in time to lay on my back on a cum towel and turn on video on my phone and bear down and record the flow it was a staggering amount and it was all creamy white. I tasted some from my probing fingers- my first time ever eating cum that came from my hole. I wanted more that day but couldn’t get it. Oh well.
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  23. In the last five years or so, the Anon Meat has become so fucking horny for me. Love the fact that, even though you've checked out pics online, there's a few diamonds in the rough who just how to push me over, spit on my hole and just slide all the fucking way in. And I get off on the dirty taboo verbal I get. I'll give back as much that I get. I avoid Craig List in London UK as it's full of flakes and wank-fodderists who just get off on posting an ad.
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  24. Now that the Hoist has closed/moved on, where is a good club to go on a Saturday night in London. I'm thinking I'll come to London Nov 4th but want to spend the night getting shagged and generally used so a nice sleazy club (pref naked or jocks and boots) or group event would work. Open to ideas and offers.
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  25. http://www.cnn.com/videos/health/2017/10/20/ga-state-rep-betty-price-quarantine-hiv-comments-orig-mg.cnn This woman is a member of Georgia's legislature. Her husband, WAS (glad I can type WAS) Trump's secretary for HSS. Nearly 40 years after the darkest days of the AIDS crisis, she continues to talk about quarantine for people infected with HIV. This is a reminder why it is up to us who are infected to become a unified voice in changing the entire conversation about HIV. The desire of so many to continue to "hide the filthy faggots" so we do not pollute the world with our queerness and our disease(s) is nearly beyond comprehension. Yet, we continue to see folks like this in places of power and influence. Perhaps it is time for those of us who are man enough to display a biohazard or scorpion tat to unite. The goals of the "old" ACT UP organization are still unfulfilled. Is there anyone else who wants to use their "gift" to help redefine what it means to be an HIV+ Homosexual?
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  26. Nothing like a tore up ass and a toxic load to get through a storm
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  27. No clear breeding but this is so hot, especially the top. https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/pre-ando-a-morrito-32425292
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  28. So fucking erotic ! can wait till Rik starts to breed others
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  29. Just got a load pumped into my guts by a married guy. His wife and kids are out of town. Got there, he took me to his bedroom, I started by getting on my knees where I belong and wrapped my lips around his cock. That led to mutual sucking on the bed, and right as he was about to cum he put me on my back and slid his cock into me in one firm stroke. I was on the edge the entire time he was fucking me. He was pumping his cock into my guts for about 10 mins before I started begging for his cum. He obliged and started thrusting even harder until he buried his cock as deep as he could and flooded my guts with his DNA. He kept his cock deep inside me and jerked me off, covering my stomach and chest with my cum. His load must have been huge because I felt a bunch leak down my leg as soon as I stood up. I can still feel his cum between my ass cheeks. I love knowing that there’s nothing I can do to stop my blood from soaking up his dna
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  30. Years ago with a bf I complained about having a headache, he gave me a bufferin PM which really make me loopy and drowsy. Drifted in and out of consciousness in the night, remembered feeling him fucking me and moving me into different positions. When I'd stir he'd say just relax and go back to sleep, how's your headache, I'll take care of you (from what I could remember). In the morning I woke up drowsy, headache gone, my ass sore and flooded with cum. His straight brother was over they were drinking coffee. BF told me to go back to bed and he'd bring me a cup. They both come into the bedroom with coffee, bf feeding me his uncut dick and his older brother smiling watching me nurse on his dick as they talked about routine shit. I still don't know for sure if only my ex-bf bred me or if he had help.
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  31. I fucked my best friends hole back in high school when he was passed out. He never mentioned it, nor did I. One of the few times I topped, couldn't resist his hot blonde asshole.
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  32. Like I said before, Caitlin was (and still is) my best friend, and so maybe it's not too surprising that when I finally dipped my toe into party favours, she was right there beside me. It was a cold winter Saturday, and we were headed to a rave in the south end of the city. It was probably 10pm or so, and we were on the train with big coats and sweatpants on over our tiny skirts and skimpy bikini tops, chattering away about the DJ schedule and whether or not my (recently ex) boyfriend was going to be there. Suddenly Caitlin stopped mid sentence and started looking through her purse. Then she swore, and bit her lip, obviously trying to figure something out. I poked her. "what's wrong?" She looked around, then leaned over, and in a low voice said, "I forgot my E at home. I left them on the dresser. Fuck." She paused. "I think I know a guy I can get some from, though..." She pulled out her phone (she was the first girl in our circle to have a cellphone, the envy of all of us. Her parents bought it for her because they worried about her out late at night) and dialled. "Hey is this Jeff? Yeah? This is Caitlin, remember me, the St Francis girl from last month?" She blushed at whatever the reply was, and then "Yeah, I had fun too... I was wondering if you wanted to meet up tonight at Rez? Yeah? You're going? Cool! ...hey, do you happen to know where we can get some stuff as well? Me and my friend Sarah...Yeah, she was at the last party, the tall girl with the brown dreads... Okay, we can meet you, what's your address?" She quickly wrote it on the back of her hand, and hung up. Turned to me and smiled "Awesome, it's just off the next stop." We got off at the chinook station, and walked (quickly) through the freezing night for about 20 minutes, to an apartment building. In the lobby, Caitlin called again, and shortly after that a guy came down to meet us. I recognized him from several previous parties, an older guy, good looking, short beard, hornrimmed glasses. Kind of nerdy. He broke into huge grin seeing Caitlin, who gave him a hug and smacked his ass, then kissed him. I stood there awkwardly until he stuck out a hand and shook mine, and invited us to come up. We hopped into the elevator and got off on the 6th floor. His apartment was pretty cool, he had a good stereo playing some trance techno, and a big couch and some of those bean-bag chairs. It was all furnished in old stuff from the 60s, but nice stuff, and the place was also nice and clean. I'd never dated a guy who had his own place, and looking around at Jeff's made me think that it might have it's benefits. He grabbed a couple of snapples out of the fridge for us, as we shucked out of our heavy winter clothes. He laughed to see us basically naked under our parkas and snow pants, and commented that now he felt overdressed. Disappearing into the bedroom, he came back with a pile of rave outfits, a baggie of pills, and a flask of blue liquid. He offered us the baggie, and Caitlin downed two pills and pocketed 5 more, I shook my head. Jeff shrugged, "want some G for your snapple?" I wavered a bit... G was something I had always wanted to try, and gave in... "Sure, I've never done it before, but I've always wanted to..." I trailed off "What the hell, first time for everything!" Jeff measured out doses of G into our snapples, and I sipped mine. The taste was weird, kind of bitter, a little like soap. People always talked about how disgusting G tasted, but mixed with the snapple, it wasn't so bad. Jeff sorted through his outfits, trying to decide what to wear for the party, and me and Caitlin gave our opinions. Caitlin became more animated as her E took effect, and I could feel a soft warmth filtering into me, which I assumed was the G. It felt a bit like being drunk, but not exactly, I didn't feel clumsy, just giggly and a little bit lazy. As jeff tried on various shirts to go with the fun-fur pants we had picked out for him, I noticed how well built he was. He was lean, and not very broad, but he had solid muscles, and a nice six pack. His nipples were brown, and pretty big for a guy, and he had chest hair, which was something none of my boyfriends had. It was brown, and not very much of it, and it dwindled down into a line that vanished into his pants. I realized I was staring and looked away, but not before he noticed. He flushed a bit, and to cover it he spoke. "Thing about G, Sarah, is you have to be careful how much you do, and it's really easy to do too much and get sleepy. So let us know if you feel sleepy, or if it starts to wear off... Oh, and don't drink anything. Alcohol, I mean. G and alcohol don't mix." I nodded, leaning back on the couch with Caitlin. Eventually, we decided it was time to head out. Jeff decided to call a cab, and off we went. Caitlin was rolling pretty good now, sitting between me and Jeff in the back of the cab, her hands restless, stroking and petting both of us. Jeff glanced at me over her head, obviously wondering if I was uncomfortable. I grinned at him, feeling just fine about it. The G was really very nice, it mellowed me out, made me feel happy and safe. It didn't hurt that I felt a really good vibe off of Jeff. I was no stranger to creeps at raves, but I sensed that Jeff was a decent guy. It also didn't hurt that I was finding him increasingly sexy, and starting to think about how I was single again... We got to the rave, got our wristbands, we insisted on paying for Jeff's cover, and walked in. Like most raves, this one was in an empty commercial building. Recent economic slumps had a lot of warehouse space empty, and it was easy to find a building manager willing to make a buck renting to ravers. The music was bouncing, and about a thousand people were milling around. Not much dancing yet, things were still building, so we bought some energy drinks from the bar, and headed over to the chill zone to chat. we settled in to a corner piled high with cushions and blankets and walled in blacklight posters and banners. I snuggled up against Caitlin. Jeff leaned over "Hows your G feeling?" I thought about it. "It's fading a bit, but I like it!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little bottle. Hiding it under his coat, I saw him measure some out. I handed him my energy drink and he squirted it in. I grinned thanks, and leaned over. "I should pay you for this" I whispered in his ear. He laughed and shook his head "G is super cheap, even if I was selling it, it's only 50 cents a ml. And so far you have had only 5ml... Don't worry about it! I feel guilty letting you guys pay my ticket, so this helps make up for it" I felt an odd rhythm as I sipped my G. Suddenly I realized that Caitlin's leg was moving to a beat. Strangely though, it wasn't to the music. Idly, I looked over to realize that the two of them had their hands in each others laps under the blanket. They were fingering each other. I shivered a bit, suddenly very turned on. I twisted around so I could see them both. At first they didn't notice, but then Jeff saw me looking and abruptly stopped, embarrassed at being caught. I remember noticing how dark his eyes looked, with his pupils so big from the E. I shook my head quickly, reached out and pushed his hand back, leaning forward to say: "It's okay, I don't mind!" For sure I didn't mind, I could feel a gush of wetness in my panties, I was so turned on. I glanced around, nobody was watching us, and slipped my own hand inside my skirt. Jeff stared, I stared back, and within 10 seconds of rough little rubs, I gasped quietly and came hard. The orgasm was amazing, the G seemed to extend it, and as I slowly came back to earth I could see that both Caitlin and Jeff were looking at me intently. I smiled at them. Suddenly I knew that tonight was going to be different.
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  33. I am not too hard on people if things don't work out as planned. I think it's an unwritten rule that if the hook-up fails, then there's no need to try again - unless it's a regular fuckbud. As someone who bottoms more than he tops, I can tell you that (for me at least), my cleaning out routine works well 95%-98% of the time. There's always the possibility something could go wrong. The ass has a day job, folks. I ask guys their dick size, not because I'm a size queen. It's because it affects how I prep for them. I tend not to top as much because as topstud127 said, some guys are just not making enough effort to clean out. And even though I hate it when guys do it me, I will do the finger test on a bottom in a minute. If I smell ANYTHING, my dick is not going in the hole, no matter how horny I am. So bottoms before you complain about there aren't enough tops, how many have you grossed out because you painted their stick??? LOL. As for tops not getting hard, I don't experience this much - thank goodness. One of the reasons I don't top more is because I do think I have a bit of performance anxiety. This is why you won't see me cruising bottoms online for a fuck. I have Cialis here in abundance, but I find that I don't cum as fast as I would like when I use it. It's ok in a setting where my goal isn't to cum. I'm proudest of myself when I am spontaneous and see a hole, fuck it and blow.
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  34. Been taking and getting raw loads since I broke up with my ex in 95. 22 years and I am sure thousands of loads later and still neg.. Maybe one day with just the right toxic breeder hopefully......
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  35. Walked into the bookstore last night and looked at some dvd's in the gay section. A guy came up close to me and reached out go grab my ass, "I've fucked you before. I've got a big load for your hole" he said. I had no clue who he was, I get fucked anon all the time, so I reached out to grope his crotch and felt his dick get hard real fast. "That thing needs to be in my ass" I said and we started making our way to the video rooms. One of the clerks saw us and groped himself and I told him quietly that he needed to put that thing in my ass. I picked the first empty room and, leaving the door wide open, immediately started stripping naked. The clerk felt my ass and then slid into my already cum filled ass and started immediately pounding me. I noticed he didn't bother closing the door so I just let out a moan as he sunk into me and then stayed verbal as he fucked me. By the time he was finished the other guy had his cock out and took his place in my ass. There were already 3 other guys watching so I pulled one over and started sucking his cock. Four hours later I left, covered in cum and smelling of sex. I just put on my underwear and walked out to the car while cum was dripping out of my ass and making a big wet stain. I want more cock!!
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  36. Latino sub here wanting to get piggy fee limits here
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  37. It had me rock hard writing it.
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  38. Blake was the next to fuck me. He easily slid his cock inside me and said, "I love fucking your cummy hole ... you feel amazing." I said, "You feel great too, stud. Your cock is rock hard ... Please poz my hole!" I didn't have to ask twice. He fucked me hard, the whole time looking in my eyes, saying I'm going to be the one to convert you." I said, "Yeah, be the one that does it." After a little more time, he announced he was coming inside me, giving me what I want. We kissed as he came down off his orgasm, but his cock was still hard. "He winked and said, "I'll be back for round two." After my second fuck from Blake, it was a blur. I remember Mark with the HIV+ tattoo fucking me and I was licking his tat. I think the three inductees got eight loads each from guys before they went for second rounds with the inductees or split off to recharge the other poz guys. During a brief lull, Teddy came by and suggested Andrew, Mike and I stand up and stretch our legs and get some water. He gave each of us two bottles and said, “Drink up.” We stood up to get our bearing, drank a bottle then went into a three-way make out session with each other. It made sense for us Mike and I to get to know Andrew, since he's going on the same journey as us. Mike’s nipples were calling to me, so I latched on to one of them while reaching between Andrew’s legs to play with his ass. I must have been doing something right, as Mike was moaning like crazy, almost as much as Andrew was. These guys are fun. Blake tapped me on the shoulder and said, “We never talked about it, do you drink piss?” I said, “Yeah, I love piss, you got some for me?” He said, “Yeah, I got a lot.” I said, “I’ll drink you if you drink me!” He said, “Happy to drink your piss.” Mike told Andrew, “I want your piss, you got some for me?” Andrew said, “Hell yeah, and I want yours.” I knelt down and took Blakes cock into my mouth. Looking up, I see this incredibly sexy black man with a great cock and biohazard tattoo. I placed my hand on his tattoo and stroked it lightly waiting for Blake’s piss. He said, “You look good down there waiting for my poz piss with my cock in your mouth.” Just then a dribble started and my focus was on getting everything he had. He finished and it was my turn for Blake to drain me. I grabbed Blake and gave him a kiss, giving him a taste of his piss. Andrew drained Mike’s cock and they switched up too. My cock was in Blake’s mouth and I was trying to get a flow started. Looking over, Andrew spread his lips apart with his fingers, but Mike said, “Relax, I got this.” Mike used both hands to spread Andrew open, lightly licked him up and down, and then put his lips over Andrew’s piss hole. I said, “Here you go,” and my piss started flowing. I caressed Blake’s neck and felt him swallow my load. He didn’t miss a drop. Neither did Mike. I said, “Let’s go inside and see what’s going on there.” Some guys were talking in groups, mostly sexual related, some sucking cocks and some breeding. This was wild. I passed a group of four really hot guys that were talking. One of them smiled and said, “Here’s one of the neg guys!” I stopped and said, “Here’s the sexy poz studs” with a wink. One of them grabbed my cock and said, “This is beautiful … I gotta feel it.” With that he turned around to let me slide inside him. He said, “Fuck, this is a great cock.” One of the other guys said, “I bet his hole feels just as good” and he fed his cock into me. And … I’m the meat in a three way. It was empowering to enjoy being a piece of meat. Nobody knows what car I drive or what I do for a living, or if I’m homeless. I’m just a cock and a cunt for everyone to enjoy. Kevin was getting his cock sucked. I went over to watch for a minute. His KS lesions were beautiful … I had never seen them before. I reached over to stroke one of them, and Kevin said, “You know you want to lick it, go ahead.” I bent over to suckled one of the bigger ones beneath his pecs. The imagery of this physical manifestation of his disease was so erotic. As I was worshipping Kevin’s lesions, I felt a cock slide up my hole. “I said, “Oh fuck this is hot!” Kevin said, “Yeah, Mateo is sharing his med resistant strain with you, enjoy the ride.” I was content to continue this all night. Teddy came back over and asked me if I was ready for my blood slam. I said, "Hell yeah!" He asked me to follow him to another room in the house. As we walked, I could see a lot of guys had Band-Aids on the inside of their elbows. Pretty cool to see so many guys want to speed up my conversion. Teddy put a tourniquet on my bicep, just to make it easier for the IV catheter to slide in my vein without a lot of blood leaking out. He slid the catheter in and taped it down. I asked, "Is it okay to mix blood types?" Teddy said, "Here's our secret: I have the invite list and I know everyone's blood-type. I pulled blood from fifteen guys, and was sure to keep the compatible ones separated. You're getting seven toxic loads that won't cause a problem... other than AIDS. And don't leave before I fuck you. " I asked," Am I getting your blood? " Yes, we're compatible. Blake? Yes Justin? No Brad? No Mateo? Yes Kevin? Yes... and four other guys. Nobody but you and I know who they are. Oh, Andrew and Mike are compatible." We got back to the group and Brad said, "It's blood slam time guys. We have three syringes, who wants to do the first injection? A group of guys were standing around me with a couple of them feeling me up. My cock has been rock hard the whole time ... And not going down soon. Blake grabbed a syringe and Teddy helped attach it to the IV catheter. Teddy said, "Not too fast." Blake started the slow blood slam at the same time I feel a huge cock slide up my hole. An arm wrapped around me, and I saw the KS lesions. I'm getting Kevin's blood and toxic cum. Talk about sensory overload! Blake finished the first blood slam, and Mateo started the second syringe. Blake said, "This is so fucking hot... I wish they could have done it for me. You're going to be toxic in no time. I can't wait to get your strain." Mateo finished the second syringe, and Mike said, "Rik is my college roommate, and I'm not officially poz, but I would love to inject this slam!" Teddy hooked up the last toxic syringe and said, "Nice and slow... Mike, don't you wish you had done a slam too?" Mike nodded his head and said "Yeah, big time." Once Mike finished the blood slam, Teddy said, "Let's go back to the pool area and I'll get this IV out of you, and give you my personal donation." We walked back outside and Andrew was getting fucked by Mark with the HIV+ tattoo, which was so hot to see. I laid down on the cushion and Teddy pulled the IV catheter out. He put a Band-Aid on my arm and said," It's time you get my poisonous load, stud." I lifted my legs and said, "Please infect me." He didn't need to be asked twice. His big dick slid easily into my gaping cunt. He was in heaven. "I love sloppy 2nds... and even tenths. You're so wet... You feel amazing. I’ve wanted you to convert for so long … you’ll be a great gifter." As always, Teddy gave a great fuck. It was even hotter knowing his infected load was going to contribute to my disease. He sped up his fuck strokes and I knew he was getting closer to blowing his load inside me. I said, “Give me the fuck flu, stud.” And with that he shot a big load deep in my guts. Teddy pulled out of my messy hole and said, “To be continued.” Still lying out on the deck, Andrew brought over waters for Blake, Mike and I. We were talking about hot amazing this night has been. Brad and Justin walked over and said, “Anyone thirsty?” Mike and Blake said, “Sure,” and the four of them headed to the deep end. Andrew came over next to me and gave me a kiss. We made out for a little bit then he sat on my abs to play with my nipples. I said, “You have such a hot furry body. So goddamn sexy.” He said, “I love your veins, they pop almost as much as long-term wasted guys. You could be poz already … I find that incredibly hot.” He started grinding against my cock which was amazing. I could feel his wetness ooze from his crotch. Andrew said, “I’ve only been fucked in the ass tonight, but I want your uncut cock up my cunt.” He reached down and slid my cock up his cunt. Holy fuck he felt great. I rubbed his clit while he rode my cock. It wasn’t long before we came at the same time. Andrew climbed off me and said, “Let me know when you convert, I want your next load in me to be poz.” To be continued
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  39. Five of us raised our hands: two of us neg guys and three biohazard guys, including Blake. Teddy said, "I'll get them prepared, you guys go in for the meeting." Turning to Blake I asked "You've done this before?" "No, but I want to you to get as much cum of mine as I can." I gave him a kiss and said, "Please do your best to poz me." Having over heard our conversation while passing by, Mike commented with a smile "Save some poz cum for me too!” A couple of nearby guys added "Don’t worry, we’ll help!” The Conversion Club was apparently the perfect place to ask for what you want from guys who could give it to one. The Conversion Club assembled and Brad and Justin addressed the 20 guys in attendance. Brad opened saying "I've greeted you already, but again, thank you for being here. As you can see our club is growing, and we have you guys to thank for that. What we're doing is pretty amazing, and I'm thrilled you're on the journey with us. Congratulations to Mark and Nate. Their conversion is complete. Nate didn't get the fuck flu ... " (The crowd boo'd and then laughed "...and we just about lost Mark, but the Conversion Club took care of him here, and with some IV fluids and some meds. Now he's here ready to breed and seed. They returned a couple weeks ago from their visit with Zak in Chicago, who did his typical great work on their tattoos. Because Mark rolls a little different, in addition to the standard biohazard tattoo above the cock, he has one that says "HIV+" on his chest. Hopefully we'll get the next group out to see Zak in the next couple of weeks. We have these tattoos because we appreciate being poz and have pride in our shared disease. We are all stronger together because of them." There was a door knock, and Brad left the room to take care of that. Justin stepped up and continued saying "We have two of the three inductees here. Hopefully the third will be here soon. We also have a special guest here. Kevin, can you come out?" A massive 6'6" guy, came out to join the group. Tall and lean, he must be a long-term survivor, as he has the sexy sunken cheeks, veiny arms and legs and wasted ass. So sexy. He had is biohazard tattoo over his cock, like most everyone else except me and Mike, but also had one on his arm. But the most erotic feature of Kevin was his KS lesions, scattered over his body. "If you've not met Kevin, he pozzed Brad and me. This kinky stud throws a great fuck and you're going to love him if he's not fucked you before." Kevin's presence kicked up the erotic energy in the room, bringing several of the guys fully erect ... me as well. The thought of having him in me was too hot and got my cock stirring even more than it had been. Brad returned to the room with the third inductee a twenty-something brown-haired cutie, with sexy scruff and a hairy, athletic body. Other than his good looks, his defining feature was the lack of a penis ... a sexy FTM transguy. Brad said, "And everyone is here. This is Andrew, everyone. Like a lot of you, he's been craving poz cum for quite a while, and needs the help of our group to get it done. He'll get his first poz load ever here with us, and he's lucky to have one more fuckhole than the rest of us. Over here is Mike who is also taking his first poz load. If you're nice, he'll let you suck on his budding nipples while you fuck him with your hot load. If you want your nips like that, let me know. And our third inductee is Rik. Justin and Mateo were lucky enough to breed him a couple weeks ago, and I understand Blake has given him a load. He's on the FasTrack program, so if you want to share your DNA, let Teddy know and he'll draw it up. Hopefully we'll have several syringes to inject him within an hour or so. For the new folks, I hope you take the opportunity to try out as many cocks and holes as you can. You’ll see, everyone here is open to getting a cock inside them, even for a quickie. Our inductees will be bred on the pool deck, and Teddy has set up chaise lounges for everyone's comfort. He also has the TriMix available for those who want it. Given a choice, please elect to breed a neg hole over a poz hole. Also, it's hot out so drink lots of water. We recommend one bottled water for every two loads. If you’re not pee shy, guys that usually hang around the deep end of the pool will drink your piss and not spill a drop. Again, thanks again for being here. Have fun, guys!" Everyone got the message that this was the time for sexual activity. We didn't even get out to the pool before everyone was feeling everyone else up. Nobody was left out. If I was being kissed, someone was feeling my cock, balls or asshole. Many a man was fully boned, his cock either hard against his abs or slightly pointing out. This was going to be a fuck fest for the ages, and a life-changing one for me. Seeing Mike and me, Teddy approached suggesting "Let's get the TriMix injections done first so we can get started. " Mike and I didn't need the TriMix, but we didn't need AIDS either. We wanted it. Teddy injected Mike's cock first and then mine. Fuck it stung, but I felt the blood flowing into my cock already. My uncut cock was almost fully hard and my foreskin was hanging on trying not to roll down. Teddy gave us a gauze square in case of bleeding, he said "Hold that for a sec while you take your lounge." Andrew, Mike and I laid down on our chaise lounges and were given a small lube container by Brad. Simultaneously, each of us had someone to rub some lube our holes, to work some fingers inside us. The poz guys wanting TriMix got their injections next, including Kevin. The difference was Teddy let the blood ooze a little bit from their cocks. That's a sexy way of getting the ball rolling. Being the hosts of the event, Brad and Justin always got to breed first. Brad chose me and Justin chose Andrew. Kevin (and his bloody cock) chose Mike for his first fuck. It was the first time that Brad had been inside my ass, and he was a superb fuck. Such a great cock and a sexy body. Getting fucked my him and seeing the other two guys getting bred at the same time was beyond erotic. Add to that, the other guys were sucking each other or having their asses played with. It wasn't long before Justin's orgasm moans triggered Brad and Kevin's as well. All the tops were letting the us know their charged loads were being delivered, and us bottoms were begging for their loads.
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  40. CHAPTER FOUR He didn’t call or text me the next day. Apparently he couldn’t make it through the night. That seed I’d planted had clearly planted strong roots, and he was now looking to me to bring some right to his world. When he showed up at my door at 2:00 AM he was looking frustrated, a little angry, and exhausted. And he smelled of beer. Against my better judgment I let him in. After all, I knew nothing about him, and he seemed agitated. Who knows what kind of drunk he is? I get horny when I’m drunk, but some guys like to punch. He paced the length of the apartment behind the sofa where he’d relaxed only hours before. He was mumbling to himself and running his fingers through his hair like he was frustrated. Finally he stopped pacing and looked at me. His face and eyes looked so vulnerable. “What have you done to me?” he asked, sounding almost broken. I frowned and took a moment to choose my words wisely. It didn’t seem like the appropriate time to come back with, “Besides suck your dick?” That might lead to a punch for sure! Casually gesturing to the sofa, encouraging him to take a seat and maybe calm down a little, I sat at one end. He took the other. He was hunched over, elbows resting on his knees, and he wasn’t looking directly at me. “Okay, now, why don’t you start from the beginning,” I began gently. “You’re upset about something. Did something happen?” He turned and looked at me now, but I didn’t like what I saw on his face. “YOU happened,” he spat out. “You know what happened when I left here today?” He didn’t wait for a reply, simply steamrolling ahead with, “I drove home with my cock still so fucking hard because I couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth on my dick.” I sat back and wondered where to go from here. “Okay, I thought you enjoyed it. If that’s not the case, we don’t ever have to do it again.” I kept my tone even and completely nonthreatening. He ran his hands through his hair a couple more times. “That’s the problem. That’s ALL I want,” he moaned. “I went home and my bitch wife was there and she tried sucking me when she saw that I was so hard. But it was just more to keep me off of her back, she doesn’t enjoy it like you. And all I could think about while she tried to get me off was you.” Oops. I hadn’t counted on that. I corrupted the poor guy but not in the way I had hoped. I thought I could just be a little outing in his life, a little secret getaway. Be his little something on the side. Then again, clearly his wife is no good in the sack if she can’t keep his attention. It’s no wonder straight guys end up finding pleasure with willing gay men. I swallowed hard to try and moisten my dry throat. “I’m sorry,” I told him softly. “I’m sure that neither of us expected something like that to happen when we started this. If you want to stop and pretend that it never happened, go back to your life, I completely understand.” He shifted himself so that he was turned facing me now. His level of annoyance had decreased significantly, and he looked like he was ready for a rational conversation now. “My whole adult life I had to listen to all of the guys talk about their wild and hot sex lives and mine never felt that exciting. Until now. I’m not about to stop it. If there are other things about gay sex that feel that good, I want to do them, too. With you.” Okay, I didn’t see that one coming. “What do you mean?” Was he saying that he wanted to fuck me? Please let him be saying he wants to fuck me!!! “I . . . I don’t know. All I’ve ever heard about gay sex is sucking and fucking. But you must know more stuff, don’t you? Teach me. If I don’t like how something feels, can we stop?” I felt like I might explode with happiness. “I told you before, I will do anything you want that feels good. So if something doesn’t feel good, then we will stop,” I assured him. I can’t even describe how relieved he looked. “Great. Great. Somehow I knew I could count on you.” And then we sat in silence for a moment. “Was there a specific reason why we had to have this conversation in the middle of the night?” I had to ask. I was still sleepy, but seeing him sitting there on my sofa, he got my blood boiling again. “I couldn’t cum, she couldn’t get me off. Then we had a fight and I left. I checked into a motel and started drinking. The more I sat there, the more I thought about how good I felt when I had you on my cock. And then the next thing I knew, I was in a cab on my way over here. Sorry if I woke you up,” he told me sheepishly. “Don’t worry about it.” What I wanted to say was, “What gay man in his right mind would not want to be awoken up by a stud like you?” but I didn’t want to gush too much over him and frighten him away. He shifted again, trying to get comfortable and then I could see why: the bulge I had seen that afternoon had returned. This poor horny sexy guy needed some relief. As I lifted my eyes from his crotch, our eyes met. Finally his expression changed and he grinned. He knew that I couldn’t resist him any more than he could resist me. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor between his knees, sucking that beautiful meat for dear life. This time he held my head in his powerful hands the entire time. He no longer seemed afraid of intimacy with me. I don’t think he was considering things in terms of gay and straight anymore. He merely registered what felt good, and if something feels good then it is on the table. I swirled my tongue around his cock head and massaged it down his length, wanting to give him as many sensations as possible, even as I was aware before long a simple blowjob would not be enough for him. He would need to feel more. And hopefully the next stop will be my ass. I tried to smile at that thought, even though my mouth was full, and as that hopeful notion settled into my mind, my mouth was flooded with his delicious seed. When he finally drained his balls totally into my mouth, I let it pool under my tongue and spend a minute playing with it, letting it slither and slide over and under my tongue. He watched me with wide eyes and a curious expression. He was not repulsed by me anymore. I think he was intrigued. Reaching out, he cupped my chin in his right hand and tilted my face up to meet his. “Show me,” he said. I opened my mouth a little and showed him his load as it moved around in my mouth. Still holding me, he said, “Swallow. I want to watch you swallow it.” Keeping my mouth open, I let it slide to the back of my throat and then gulped it down. Then he released me and sat back. His dick was still rock hard and standing tall. He looked down at himself and then back up to me. “See? This is what I was talking about? What do you do to me?” he asked in frustration. “I’m constantly hard when I just think about you doing stuff to me.” I sat back on the sofa where I had been before and grinned. “That’s not such a bad problem to have. We will just have to try out some new things to see about wearing you down. I think your body is just trying to compensate for the years when you didn’t have the sex you wanted. Now you’re enjoying yourself, so why stop?” He looked over to me and said, “I don’t want to stop. Is it too late to do more tonight?” he asked hopefully. Awesome. I had him right where I want him.
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  41. Excellent choice! I had a hot threesome with Preston and my long-term FB last year in Chicago. What a hot versatile guy and a real sweetheart!
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  42. And why would anyone want to pay to access your "only fans" page? If I "google" your name, etc. then I don't find anything of substance. Who are your? Just asking.
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  43. I have let total strangers breed me raw! Dark rooms and no beds, sometimes.
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  44. Well this place has become a regular haunt of mine now and I've never failed to get some fun there. My usual practice is to watch for a guy to enter, and a minute or so later I'll follow him into the toilets, only to go from there. On this occasion I was seated in my car in the car park, and as there were three other vehicles in the lot, I decided to check out the toilet block. Somewhat to my surprise no one was in the place, so I entered the cubicle in which a glory hole had been cut into the door. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes I heard footsteps as someone had followed me into the toilet block. Without the slightest hesitation a cock slid through the glory hole. Now, the cock was quite small but still there was enough for a mouthful. Within a minute or so he was hard, and with only a minute or two more he shot his load into my throat. A few minutes later another cock slid through the door. I sucked the guy for a while, and then stood, turned around, and positioned my hole over the glory hole. The guy on the other side didn't need any persuasion: without asking any questions he slid into my ass, vigorously pounding my hole, bare, of course. As hoped, I soon took his load, and being a true gentleman he thanked me before he left. At this point I was totally naked now and dying for more loads. Another guy came in and I immediately presented my ass. To my annoyance he insisted on covering up - so I let him fuck me, but when he came I made it a point to retrieve the condom and empty his load into my arse. For a few minutes afterwards I lay on the floor of the cubicle, my legs wide open as I played with the spunk which was bubbling out of my hole, fingering my arse lips. Before I realized I had company there was a a knock on the door. "Right you come out here!" Jumping to my feet, I looked through the glory hole. A police officer was standing there! "Come on son, out you come," he demanded, adding "Don't fuck around - get the fucking door open and get your fucking arse out here now!" I was in deep shit, but did as he ordered, unlocking the door and opening it, standing there naked and my arse decidedly cummy. Upon seeing me, the officer grabbed me, spun me around, pinning me against the wall, as he slammed handcuffs onto my wrists. "Stay where you are," he grunted, asking "Now, who else is in here?" "I'm on my own," I answered, but still he checked the other cubicles. As he did so, I had the time to consider I was naked and spunk was oozing out of my hole, and dribbling down my leg. I was not in a position of strength. "Fuck, you are in big big trouble, son," the officer commented as he pressed his baton against the back of my neck. However my appraisal of the situation changed when the officer slid his hand between my arse cheeks and dabbled in the spunk with which I was liberally doused. The officer, meanwhile, explored my hoke, even as he kept me pinned up against the wall, handcuffed. "Spread your legs, son," he commanded. I did as instructed, bending over as he pulled my arms upwards. He apparently dropped the baton, and at any rate, I heard the zipper of his uniform trousers slid down. I knew what he had in mind. His cock was big and thick and he rubbed himself against my hole before he roughly pushed himself into me. "Got a couple of loads up there, son, have you?" he asked as he thrust balls-deep into my hole. He pounded faster and faster and then, just when I assumed he was about to cum, he withdrew from my ass, forced me to my knees, and ordered "Drink it, you fucking slag," as he pushes his cock into my mouth, holding my head in what he determined was the perfect position to maximize his pleasure as he wanked his load into my mouth. He gave me a generous mouthful, including a volley or two of cum which ended up on my face and some in my hear. "Clean me up," he demanded so again I more than willingly complied. When he was satisfied, he removed the cuffs, pushed me to the floor pulled up his trousers, retrieved his baton and strode out of the toilet block. Within a minute or so I heard his car pulling away.
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  45. Education: 01 - A Long Introduction Part 3 RJ and Tony were out, leaving their new found cumdump party bottom alone to run his fingers around his cum-filled hole. It twitched and so badly wanted more. Andrew clenched his hole tight, wiping any escaping cum back up inside him. He did not want to lose a drop. Hastily, he slid Mitch's buttplug back into his cum-filled hole, moaning as his ass lips stretched around it and clamped down on the end. He stood up and slowly dug his cellphone out of his pants pockets, trying not to disturb his spent buds. Craving more cock, he signed back onto his favorite fuck app and was immediately hit up by a daddy-type less than 200 feet away. msclparty: hey boy. citybottom: hi sir. msclparty: what are you up to? citybottom: just took three loads. you in the hotel too? msclparty: Room 314. citybottom: close by. wanna come breed my hole too? citybottom: i'm so fucking hungry for cum. msclparty: hell yeah boy. msclparty: you partying? citybottom: yes sir. first time. msclparty: woof. you want me inside you churning those other loads around til i shoot my own? With that, the man known as "msclparty" sent a handful of pics that made Andrew's cock leak precum. He was older – profile said 35, but Andrew guessed closer to 45+ – and not the best looking but certainly moderately attractive. White, shaved head, hazel eyes that Andrew couldn't wait to stare into as he got bred. citybottom: god i want your cum. i'm andrew. msclparty: Scott. citybottom: i want you inside me now. msclparty: on my way, boy. Andrew hopped up off the bed to crack the door ajar, and then he slid back onto it next to his sleeping companions. He lay face down, head tilted down toward the pillows, and he shut his eyes. He couldn't believe he had already taken cum from three men, and he was even more shocked by himself for accepting a fourth stranger's load. Moments later, Scott arrived. The hotel room was dark aside from porn still playing on the TV. Scott chuckled at the sight of RJ and Tony spooning on the far side of the large bed. He made his way over to Andrew's waiting ass, lightly tugging on the buttplug keeping all of the cum inside him. "Hot damn, kid," he growled. "Your friends did a number on you, didn't they?" Scott looked at the nightstand next to Andrew and picked up the pipe and torch. "Back up toward me so I can feed you some more clouds. Andrew did as he was told, and soon enough, Scott's lips were blowing clouds into Andrew's mouth, their tongues caressing each other as they went higher and higher together. After a third large hit, Scott set down the pipe, tore off his shirt, and slid off his shorts. He removed the buttplug from Andrew's cumhole and rubbed his soft but plump cock against the boy's cummy hole, wiping some escaping jizz back toward his target. "Arch your back," he instructed. "I'm going to stick it in like this." "Soft?" Andrew said. Scott pushed the bottom's shoulders down and slipped in the head of his cock. "Fuck yeah, Andrew," he moaned. "I want you to feel this monster cock grow inside your knocked up hole." And sure enough he did. Scott's thickening cock had easily been 7.5 inches soft. And it was thick...just thick enough to stretch the bottom's pucker and fill his insides completely. The hung dick snaked its way into his welcoming ass, swimming in the three loads that lubed the boy up for him. In and out, in and out, Scott pulled out and pushed in in tiny increments until he was working at a steady speed without exiting the kid completely. In what lasted no longer than three minutes, Scott was moaning loudly as his cock reached full masted inside Andrew, and Andrew could feel the older man blast inside him. "Don't worry," Scott panted. "I always cum quick the first time. Get on top of me...but keep me inside you." Scott and Andrew rolled to their right, nearing the edge of the bed. Andrew swung his leg back around, squeezing the man's dripping cock as they turned. When Scott was flat on his back, head laid down on the pillow at the headboard, Andrew carefully raised up and spun around to face the man. His eyes were closed, and he was clearly in ecstasy. "Good job, boy," he panted. "I'm still cumming a little." "Fuck, sir. That's four loads in me now. I can feel your dick throbbing inside me." Suddenly the hotel door opened, and in walked Mitch. He walked over to the foot of the bed and dropped his bag and then his clothes. "I see you found new company while I was away," he smirked. "Mind if I join in again?" Mitch didn't wait for an answer. He kneeled behind Andrew and inserted his cock alongside Scott's. "God damn, Mitch," Scott said. "Fucking hot. I just bred the kid, but you're getting me hard again already." "Nice to see you too, dude," Mitch smiled, kissing Andrew's neck as the two men double penetrated him.
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  46. I back up on gloryholes in adult bookstores a few x a week. I've had gono of the butthole a few x but I can't stop. What level does that make me? ; )
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  47. Part 5 It didn't take long to get a reasonable clientele list. Once word started spreading, Cory was working every night. There are lots of men willing to pay for an 18 yo boy, especially when they could get rough with him. And many of them loved his strung out look. It made it dirtier for them. Some guys even paid very well for specialties. Soon he was pulling in over $2000 a week. That didn't even include what I was pulling in online from video sales. That was another cash cow. Of course I knew this couldn't last forever. He had already gone through the fuck flu, and I knew with the amount of drugs and rough sex he was subjected too, his body would eventually break down. When it was time, I'd just sell him off for whatever I could get, just to get rid of him. In the meantime I'd get all I could out of him. Sometimes I'd leave him with Andre for a couple days where he'd serve as a house cumdump. With the amount of people Andre dealt too, he would pretty much spend 48 hours with a cock always in his body. He'd be kept high and complient. Occasionally I'd take him down by the docks to work the street. I'd keep watch on him, like a good pimp should, as skeevy looking guys would pick him up for a quick blowjob or fuck. Recently I sold him for a weekend to a couple of really old leather guys who wanted a no limits slave. And they meant NO limits. And they paid top dollar. They agreed to film the festivities for me. I supplied them with the party supplies at no extra charge. When Cory got home, I had to give him a few days to recover. Watching the video was so totally hot and fucked up! They had a full dungeon, and put it to full use! My whore spent every moment in some form of painful bondage while his body was subjected to extreme tortures. Countless things were shoved up his ass, from fists, to baseball bats, to dildos of ungodly size. Every scream of agony was recorded. Many strange men showed up to fuck his ever increasingly ruined cunt. At one point he was tied to a St. Andrews cross, his arms and legs securely bound. Needles were inserted into his body all over. His nipples were first, two long needles inserted cross ways while he screamed. Other parts of his body were next, arms, thighs, chest. Finally, his cock. Many needles were passed through the head and shaft. Cory just cried and sweated buckets. Finally needles were passed through his scrotum and even his testicles. He visibly passed onto another plane of existence. Finally he looked like a giant pincushion. He was taken down off the cross and laid on his back on a table. He was then fucked in his holes while his tormentors flicked and wiggled the potruding needles. Cory just jerked and spasmed at his torture. Finally they started pulling the needles out, leaving his cock for last. As they slowly extracted them, Cory actually came, cum flowing out of his soft cock all over his stomach. I jerked my own meat while I watched his painful torment, shooting a big load as I watched my son cum from the exquisite pain. I would sell him to these men many more times, each time just as harsh and messed up. But hey, money's money, gotta get it while you can!
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  48. Part 4 My whore just lay there on the dirty matress barely moving after his brutal poz fuck. I sat there looking at him while I smoked a cig. "Roll over and show me your cunt!" I ordered. Cory immediately did as told, grabbing his ankles, spreading his legs apart, showing us his red, oozing, fuckhole. We just laughed at the slut. "He minds well." commented Andre. "Yea," I said, "he already knows there's no use in disobeying me." Standing up, I spit on his face, followed by the other two men. "You wanna sell him today man?" Asked Andre. I know a few guys who would pay for some nice teen pussy." "Hell yea I do! No since wasting time. But I wanna film it. They can wear masks, but I wanna get his whole birthday on film to sell. Any poz guys?" "Yea, a couple. How much you selling him for?" "Since he's fresh, even though his pussy is already sloppy, we'll go with $50, but they can be as brutal as they want." "Aight, I'll get the word out now, shouldn't take long." And it didn't. His first official john showed up within an hour. I made sure Cory got another big slam before I turned the guy loose on him. I had the camera set up to catch the action so I wouldn't be in the room to impede the festivities. We just handed the guy a ski mask and let him in the bedroom. We sat in the living room, smoking a fresh pipe. Soon we heard Cory getting beat, his screams making my own cock stir in my jeans. Not too long later the guy came out of the room, handed me $50 bucks and left. I could hear Cory sobbing into the matress. "That's some fucked up shit man." laughed Andre. "Yea I know, but it's hot." I replied. The scene repeated itself many times over the next few hours. The fourth guy used his belt to blister my whore's ass real good. We could hear every time the leather was laid into him, followed by a loud scream from my son. After each john left I would inspect my property to make sure he wasn't seriously injured. But other than welts and bruises, he was alright. By the end of the night, I had $700 bucks in my hand. I gave $300 to Andre, since he was basically acting as a pimp that day. So I figured $400 for sitting on my ass and smoking was pretty good. We went into the bedroom where Cory just lay face down on the matress. His body covered in the marks of his abuse. His ass had severe welts on it, as did other parts of his body. Bruises covered his arms and legs, his face a dark red from repeated slappings, and the beginning of a black eye. He looked like a real roughed up prison bitch. But we weren't finished with him yet. We stripped off our clothes, my cock rock hard looking down at my fucked up son. I laid down on the matress and grabbed Cory, pulling his body on top of mine. With no effort, I rammed my cock up his cunt, it was so loose and wet. He just moaned as I entered him. Andre moved in on top of his back, and lined his cock up to Cory's hole, and forced it in next to mine. Cory just threw his head back and squealed at this new intrusion on his already ripped and sore hole. Andre just powered in, burying himself to the hilt, then started power fucking my son. I just laid there and let him do the work. "You like that boy?" I spoke into Cory's ear. "Tell me son. Tell me you love it. Tell me you are Daddy's whore. Thank me for your birthday presents." "Thank you Daddy," Cory panted, his mind and body too fucked up to resist anything. "Thank you for my birthday. I love you Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." He just repeated that over and over. I knew I totally owned him. Andre must have fucked him for 20 minutes before he blasted another load in my son. As soon as he pulled out, Jamal took his place. Cory's hole offered no resistance, accepting the log right up his trashed out hole. Cory just moaned and begged to be fucked more. I grabbed his head and planted my lips on his neck, sucking as hard as I could. Soon I left a dark red mark, and moved to a new spot. I bit down, breaking the skin and tasted blood. This sent me over the edge and I started fucking his pussy hard with Jamal. Soon we were both dumping two more loads in my sons wrecked mancunt. 22. That's at least how many loads my whore took that day. Watching later what I had taped was so hot, watching anonymous men beat and fuck my son, I couldn't wait to get it edited and online for sale. I knew plenty of sick fucks would pay well for it.
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  49. Part 2 My Son layed there on the dirty couch, breathing deep, in shock from his daddy raping his little cunt, piss and cum leaking out and down his balls. "Get in the bathroom and drain yourself!" I commanded, kicking him off the couch. He scrambled off the couch and down the tall to the toilet, wiping off his tear stained cheeks. "AND NO CRYING! Jesus Christ, I'm not going to tolerate your sissy emo shit!" I hollard after him. "And hurry your ass back in here! Daddy's not through busting your pussy yet!" He moved quickly from the bathroom back to the couch and sat down, cowering a bit. It was good he was afraid of me. It would be easier to control him. I handed him a fresh pipe and lit it, watching him inhale the thick white smoke. This time I hit it as well, passing it back and forth between us. When it was gone, I took the baggie and put some crytals on the back of my hand and snorted them, enjoying the burn in the back of my throat. Standing up to turn on the camera, I pushed him back on the couch. "Show me your pussy boy!" I instructed my new whore. He obediently grabbed his ankles, showing me the still red and oozing hole. I enjoyed seeing my son spreading for daddy. Taking the baggie I licked my fingers and stuck it in, coating it with powder, and rammed my fingers in his red gash. He moaned as his hole started to burn, the need to be fucked taking over his being. I finger fucked him, making sure to rub his anal ring, grinding the crystals into his tissue. His hole started sucking my finger as he started to spin more. I moved between his thighs, throwing his ankles over my shoulders. Looking down, I stared into eyes that looked just like mine and said, "Tell daddy what you want. Tell daddy you want his cock in your pussy. Beg me to fuck you." "Please daddy," he panted, breathing shallow, "please fuck me. Please give me your cock." I rammed my cock into his cunt while I slapped his face hard, eliciting a loud wail from him. "Take it bitch! Take Daddy's fuck!" I yelled while I slapped him over and over. Fresh tears streamed down his face as I beat him. His pain only turned me on more. I grabbed his ankles and pushed all my weight down on him, burying my cock as deep as I could. Fresh redness covered my cock as I plunged it in and out of his gripping hole. That too just spurred me on more, and I rode him as hard as I could while I spit on his face. " Tell me son!" I demanded, "Tell me what you want! Tell me what you are! Tell me who owns your cunt!" "You do Daddy!" He blurted out. "I do what?" "You own my cunt Daddy! Oh God! Fuck me Daddy! FUCK ME!" "What are you son?" "I'm your whore, Daddy." "Louder!" "I'm Your Whore Daddy!" "LOUDER!" I demanded, slapping him and spitting in his face. "I'M YOUR WHORE DADDY! I'M YOUR WHORE! Oh God, FUCK ME!!!" Fuck him I did! Mercilessly for at least 30 minutes, never letting up, pounding his boycunt as hard as I could. Finally I blew a second load in his cunt bellowing "Take it whore! Take your Daddy's cum again! This is what you were made for! To take real mens seed deep in you!" I collapsed on him, our sweating bodies breathing deep and hard. I lay there on top of him, my mind spinning, knowing I had claimed him as my property. I pulled out my son and stood up, spitting on him one last time. "Go get in the shower slut. We have to go see my dealer and your going to earn me some more T." I watched him stumble down the hallway, cum and blood running down his thighs. I just laughed knowing what he was in for shortly.
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  50. (Thanks for the feedback. I've adjusted some parts of Part 2 accordingly.) Part 2: Like I said, a few weeks later I got an unexpected call from the kid I met in the park bathroom, whose name I learned was Damon. Unsurprisingly, he had been freaked out by what we had done together, but he had jacked off so much thinking about it that he decided he had to see me again. I was impressed by the fact that he didn’t ask any of the obvious kid questions, like what my status was. Maybe not knowing made him feel better about it. I asked him what he was looking for, and he said that he loved not just fucking with me but also the way I controlled him, played with his limits. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about not using condoms, but he wanted to see what I had to offer and was wondering if I would be willing to respect that one limit. I told him we should meet in person to talk it out. We decided to meet again at the park outside the bathrooms in a few days, go for a walk, talk about what he was looking for. I wasn’t really willing to waste my time if he didn’t have any idea what he wanted, but if the kid impressed me again I’d be willing to play around with him on a regular basis, maybe even get a regular BDSM thing going. I was very specific about what I wanted him to wear: shorts, a jock-strap, tee shirt and baseball cap. I love the wholesome, all-American white boy thing. I said that we probably wouldn’t even hook up, but if he was going to be my sub boy he needed to learn how to start taking orders. I also told him that he was not to masturbate at all before I saw him. He agreed, and a few days later he was on time for our meeting and we went for a walk in the park together. He immediately whined about how horny he was, and asked if we could step into the bathroom to take care of it. I just calmly told him no, that today was about figuring out what kinds of limits he was looking to explore and we were just going to talk. As we were walking he kept making unsubtle grabbing movements at his crotch and at mine, which I pushed away. Kids tend not to have any control like that. He explained that he was wanting to find a regular relationship with a dom guy who could show him the ropes of how to be a good sub, basically play slave once or twice a week when I was free and he wasn’t in school. I asked him what his fantasies were, and he reported that he loved bottoming but hadn’t gotten much chance to do it. He said that ever since we had hung out he had fantasies of me pissing on him and humiliating him in public, of tying him up somewhere outdoors and fucking him while he was helpless. No real bondage experience. I brought up the condoms, and he said that he didn’t want to risk his HIV status but that when he had gotten home after our tryst he had been so turned on by all the cum he could feel in his ass that he had fucked himself with a dildo using the cum as lube and that he came two more times thinking about what we had done. Figuring that deserved a reward, I stopped, smiled at him, gave him a full kiss on the lips and said, “good boy.” He made a sort of desperate, high pitched sounds then, maybe half whine, half grunt. Since there wasn’t anybody around, I pushed his face down to my crotch and told him to lick and kiss the bulge in my pants, which he did with abandon. Then I pulled him up and told him to keep walking with me. Turns out he lived about a twenty minute walk away from the park, and he had to cross some fairly minor streets in order to get there. He said that he lived with a straight roommate, so he wouldn’t be able to do anything at his house; I would have to host everything. I asked him if his roommate was home now, and he said he wouldn’t be back for a few hours. I grunted, making a note to set up at least a few activities at his place, but just kept walking. Finally, we agreed to meet every Sunday and Thursday night for now, and that we would see how it went. That left two days before Thursday evening. I told him I was heading home, and he pleaded with me that he needed to cum before Thursday or he might explode. Judging by the expression on his face, he might have been right. I decided that he needed to prove himself to me, so I told him that while he was my boy he could only cum with my permission, and that he was not even to masturbate unless I expressly gave him permission. I told him that he was also not to do anything sexual with anyone else unless I gave him permission, or our little arrangement would be over, even on our off days. If he really wanted to mess around with me, he needed to make a commitment to being my sex slave. He looked pained, but agreed readily enough. Since he had already followed my rules by not cumming yet, I agreed to a concession. “You can cum this afternoon and this afternoon only, but on two conditions. You have to get someone from the toilet to fuck you first, and that person has to cum inside you when they cum. Yes, you can use a condom. If you want to cum again, you have to find someone else to fuck you and cum inside.” He looked almost a bit hurt at that. “But don’t you want to fuck me?” I smiled big at him and said, “Oh, I will.” Then I gave him a big, sloppy farewell kiss and agreed to meet him at my place at 6pm on Thursday. As a parting thought I told him, “Save any condoms you use in your fridge and bring them. Oh, and show up wearing the same thing.” I went home and made some plans. When Thursday came around, he showed up looking cute as hell in his outfit, and I was more than ready to take advantage. He also brought two cold condoms still slick with cum. I asked him how it went, and he said that he had been freaked out by asking the guys to cum inside him but that it had also been hot. Good boy. I set them aside for now and told him that for the first several weeks he would still be proving whether he was worth the effort of being my slave, so his first job was to suck me off while I watched the end of a baseball game and drank a few beers. No matter what happened, no matter how tired he got, he was to keep sucking until I told him not to. I made him go like this for about half an hour, after which I figured that was enough torture for the kid. Periodically I would pull my dick out of his mouth and slap his face a few times, but mostly I just ignored him. Basically I was trying to let him know that he was not going to be my constant center of attention, but he handled that pretty well. After that, I stood him up and had him do his constitutionals in my bathroom, which had all the necessary amenities. I told him to come out wearing his jock strap and nothing else. He did, looking like only a smooth twenty-something in a jock strap can. I kissed him on the lips, then without warning grabbed him under his jaw and pushed him as hard as I dared against the wall. Making sure to convey the dead seriousness in my voice, I told him, “last chance to leave, faggot.” He looked kind of scared, but just nodded his head from side to side. “Then get your ass in the bedroom and lay face down on the bed.” He raced to obey my command, a quality I like in a slave. I had my full set of restraints prepared and set to the side, so when he laid down I bound him up spread eagled on the bed and made sure there was no room to move except for his head, slightly. Then I started taking off all of my clothing, and as I did I taunted him. “You dumb faggot. You realize what you’ve gotten yourself into? You know what I can do to you in this position? What’s to stop me from fucking you bareback and putting a craigslist ad out for every diseased faggot out there to take a turn? You think you can stop me like this?” Looking genuinely scared, he said, “Please, no sir. I just wanted to have fun with you. Please just not that.” I climbed on top of him and rubbed my cockhead against his hole. “Why not? Don’t you want my dick inside of you again? How many times did you get off playing with that dildo and my jizz?” I bent down to start eating out his sweet, smooth ass. He shuddered, but said, “Please don’t. I know I can’t stop you, just please don’t.” I slapped his ass hard and yelled at him: “Stupid faggot! When I ask you a question you fucking answer it. How many times?” “Two, sir.” I brought my dick back to his hole. “And you’re telling me there’s no part of you that doesn’t want it again? Tell me boy, and you better answer my fucking question, what does your inner slut want me to do right now?” Trembling now, he said, “My, um, inner slut wants you to fuck me, sir.” “And where does your slut want me to cum?” “Inside me, sir.” Now he sounded deflated. I slapped his ass with the full force of my hand behind it, instantly raising a red hand mark and bringing a surprised howl from him. “You haven’t earned my cum yet, bitch! Your ass still isn’t worthy of it. Tell you what, why don’t we open that shit up a little?” I pulled out a couple of progressively larger dildos, nothing huge, but enough to give him a good ass workout. I held each one up for him and explained his situation. “I’m going to give you one choice, faggot. I’m going to fuck your ass with these dildos; that’s happening no matter what.” Then I showed him a bottle I had prepared just after he arrived. “See this? This is the jizz from those condoms you saved, plus I got a few of my friends to contribute as well. You can choose to use this as your lube, or you can choose not to when I fuck you with these dildos. Either way, it’s the only lube you’re going to get!” His eyes went insanely wide, and he looked on the border of panic. I leaned forward to nibble his neck and ear, and whispered to him, “the time and the fridge will have killed anything you could catch. You just have to make a choice, papi.” Strictly speaking, I don’t know if this is true or not, but I would assume it must be pretty safe. Thinking over his options and what it would be like to have the dildos in dry, he made the sane choice and chose the “lube.” I prepped a popper rag under his face, telling him to breath into it when he needed to. The I made sure to put a thin coating of jizz on the smallest dildo within his line of sight, told him to take a hit of the poppers, and slowly popped it past his ring into his ass. He started whimpering again, really his most annoying trait, so I added a ball gag while leaving the dildo in him. His ass opened up quickly, so I moved on to the next dildo, making sure to repeat the ritual of lubing it in front of him. He took another deep hit, and with this dildo I noticed that he almost imperceptibly began moving up and down on it, within the confines of the restraint. “Look at you, you little whore. I’m fucking you with the jizz of strange men, and you’re fucking enjoying it! No wonder you were begging for the load of stranger in a toilet when I first met you. And you have the nerve to ask me for a fucking condom?” By the next dildo his reservations had been mostly removed. Again, I guess he figured what was done was done. I was getting a little rough with the dildos, kind of tearing him up with them. “Wanna guess how many different men’s cum you have in your ass right now? Working its way into your ass walls, making its way into your blood stream. What do you think you’ll tell the counselor the next time you get an HIV test? That you’ve just given up and decided to be the whore you were always meant to be. Isn’t that right, faggot?” He groaned and continued to move up and down on the dildo. Finally I took the last one out. I pulled out a turkey baster and used it to suck up the remaining cum from the bottle in front of him. “Open up, cunt!” And with that, I deposited the rest of the jizz directly in his ass. He was bucking up and down, still high on poppers and desperate for something to fill him. I stepped in front of him, mockingly rolled on a condom and then climbed on top of him. Here I decided to take off the ball gag, because I love making him beg for it. “You want my dick?” “Please, yes sir, please, I need your dick?” “You want me to fuck all that strange cum inside your ass?” “You said it’s safe.” “You want me to use a condom?” “…Yes, sir.” This time he didn’t sound at all certain, but I plunged inside him with it on anyway. Since I had already warmed him up on the dildos, I didn’t start off gentle this time. Besides, he was good on the poppers and was enjoying himself like hell now that he finally had a real dick inside him. “Oh yes, sir, I’m your fucking whore, please use me, use my pathetic faggot ass, grind that cum inside me!” “What do you want from me, papi?” “I want your dick inside me! I want you to give me your spit and your piss! I want you to humiliate me like the worthless bitch I am! Please just fuck me!” Now I was pounding the shit out of him. Egging him on. “Keep going, boy. Tell me what you want!” “I want you to tie me up and have strange men gang bang me while I’m helpless to do anything. I want you to take pictures of my worthless ass full of cum and send it out to all of my friends. I want you to charge strangers money to fuck me!” “Ugh, I’m fucking you, baby!” “Yeah, fuck me bareback! Give me your load!” Up to this point the boy had been caught up in just saying the words that were turning him and me on, but as soon as he said these ones, he knew the game had just changed. “Um, I mean…” I stopped fucking him and pulled out. He started to beg me again, in that way that bottoms do when they’re close or just desperate. Ignoring him, I walked around in front of him and tore off the condom, and had him suck me for a bit, mostly to shut him up. Then I looked into his eyes, and played my final card. “One more choice, boy. Either I untie you right now, you go home, and I never see you again. Or I fuck you bareback. And I cum inside. And we never talk about using condoms between us again.” “Uh, shit, I don’t know man, I mean, it’s not really worth it.” I moved around to eating his ass again, and he moaned softly. My hands massaged his back and his ass, and I felt him rise up to meet me. Not missing the beat, I positioned my cock over his hole again and decided to make the choice simple. “Last chance to tell me no. If I start fucking you, I’m not stopping. You wanna be my boy, baby?” “Shiiiiiiiiiit…” I pressed forward, popping past his sphincter and gliding inside him. He was loose and wet now, and he felt amazing. “That’s it, baby. I’m inside you now. I’m going to show you how fucking amazing it can feel.” I fucked him for a good half hour after that, till his ass was dead sore and even my dick was starting to feel a little chafed. At first he didn’t say anything; then he just moaned, “yeah, yeah,” softly. Towards the end I started taunting him again, and this time he rose to it. “Yeah, breed me baby. I want your load inside me, give me your load, baby.” Hearing this kid who had been a condom-nazi two weeks before beg me like that was sending me over the edge. “Little whore doesn’t even have the balls to fight back against the guy who’s breeding him. Fight back, little whore. I’m about to knock you up. Beg me not to cum inside you.” Sensing the game, he screamed, “No, don’t cum inside me, please don’t knock me up!” “It’s! Too! Fucking! Late!” Once again, my dick went off like a Fourth of July firework. I came so hard inside him that it actually kind of hurt, like when you have blue balls. When I nudged up against him, my cock still inside, I realized he was crying. Realizing that he was going through something more than words, I pulled off and untied him, rather expecting him to fly out. Much like the first time we met, he curled up against me and buried his face in my chest. I’m not much for these kinds of displays, especially during sex, but it was…endearing. Like he literally couldn’t handle the intensity of what we had done. I held him for about twenty minutes, letting him get it out. Afterwards I asked, not unkindly, “any regrets?” “No sir.” “Good boy.” I took him into the shower to get cleaned up, but he had a raging erection to be taken care of, so I told him to kneel in the shower and open his mouth while he jacked off. I aimed the stream of piss straight for his mouth. It took him a few seconds to adjust to the taste, but soon he was lapping it up while he jacked off with one hand and played with his ass with the other. After I was finished pissing I knelt down to play with his ass while he shot an explosive load of cum all over himself and my tile. We showered, and I drove him back to his place afterwards. “So, am I seeing you this Sunday?” He smiled, replying “See you Sunday.”
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