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CHAPTER 1 My brother-in-law (Devon) is a dick plain and simple. I despise him for how he treats my sister; well, for that matter, how he treats everyone. His haughtiness is unbelievable. His sneering remarks are abundant to excess. But, he is whom my sister chose to marry. So bet it. Had he been my choice no doubt he would need dentures to eat; but, he isn’t and wasn’t my choice. One topic I will say in his favour: He was a stud of a man—a man’s man. Devon was packed in his clothes and wore them well. He stood 6 feet tall; weighed 160 pounds; worked out at a health club; had dark brown hair all over his arms, hands, legs, feet, and chest; had dark brown eyes; had a manly mound of a butt; and had an impressive bulge down his left thigh. His feet were big as were his hands. He had a super nice overall package, but a personality that ruined it all. When they announced my sister was pregnant, everyone was happy for her. It was obvious that he was only a sperm donor as far as my family was concerned. And, it was obvious. The pregnancy had its issues. My sister was ill all the time. That illness was what sent her to her physician immediately, thus, finding out very early about the pregnancy. My brother-in-law was going to have to go without sex for about eight months. Well, a good fuck buddy of mine called me up a couple of weeks later, and we made plans to go to our favourite adult book store. My buddy (Brad) had finally pozzed me about a year ago. He talked me into not going on meds. We spent all the time that we could at bath houses, sex parties, adult book stores, and cruising parks. Brad loved to watch me get fucked. He always added his load to my ass whenever we called it a night. We had arrived at ABS and had been there about 20 minutes when I looked up and saw my brother-in-law coming in the peeps section. I grabbed Brad and pulled him into a booth that had a glory hole. I quickly told him why I had dragged him in the booth and that I would have to stay there until Devon left. Just as I finished telling Brad, the door to the booth next to us opened and closed. We heard the lock engaged, tokens dropped, and the movies begin rolling through. Carefully, I peered through only to discover Devon. I thought I would have fun with Devon and began to finger the glory hole. I was quietly chuckling as I knew Devon didn’t know what my finger meant. Brad kept playfully slapping on me as he snickered. I was looking up at Brad when he stopped. His eyes widened and mouth gaped. He pointed toward the wall. I turned to see a hard cock hesitantly being pushed through the hole. I was stunned. I stared a few seconds before my senses returned. My mouth wrapped around Devon’s cut 9 thick inches as I swallowed down to the pubes. I went to work on my brother-in-law to see just what he had. Devon kept a steady in and out going. I could hear his balls hit the wall with a good “thud” on each in stroke. My jaws began to ache a bit but I held steady. As if Devon knew about my jaws, he began to pick up his pace. Very soon, he was fucking my mouth like a pro. Brad and I heard a deep rumble of a growl that grew until at last I felt Devon’s cock hit the back of my throat where it began to spew huge globs of his ball juice. The barrage lasted several minutes after which Devon slid his cock out of my mouth and stuffed it in his pants. Instead of leaving as I expected, a short time passed when a piece of paper appeared at the hole. I took it and stood up. Brad and I read the note. I was dumbstruck. Devon was offering me the opportunity to suck him again at his home. The bastard! He was going to have a man over to his house to suck him while my sister—his wife—was pregnant! No doubt he would have to get her out of the house long enough. The bastard! Brad grabbed the note and wrote a reply. Brad agreed for me but the meeting would take place at “my” apartment—I learned later meaning Brad’s apartment. Devon was to come alone on Friday night at 9:00 sharp. Devon agreed, and Brad provided his address and phone number to cancel if he needed to. After Devon left, Brad told me that Devon knew my apartment but did not know Brad’s. Devon would have me in Brad’s bed room in the dark and a hood on. Devon would never recognize me. Brad said we should see how long we could lure Devon astray. I looked at Brad in awe at his quick wittedness and began laughing. Friday arrived and everything went just as Brad had outlined. Brad explained that I had a fetish and liked to wear a hood. Brad also explained that he was a good friend of mine who was there for support. Devon was a bit leery but finally okay with that. I did a repeat of my role at the book store. Brad gave Devon an okay that he could stop by if he wanted my services again but to call first to be sure. After he left, Brad was sure Devon would become a regular. Indeed, he did, and at each meeting I never spoke a word. For almost two months, Devon stopped by 2 to 3 times a week to get his cock serviced by me. It was then that Brad wanted to up the ante. Then, when Devon arrived one night, Brad offered to rim Devon. Brad became somewhat arbitrary and told Devon that he could have his ass eaten or his visits would be over. Devon was very agitated demanding to know why the change. Brad explained he was a world class ass eater and liked practicing what he was so good at doing. Devon finally agreed but was pissed. Brad rimmed and ate Devon’s ass like a pro each visit for the next month and a half. It was obvious that Devon was enjoying his ass worked on with each visit. Moans were now being made as well as him stopping in mid-stroke to reach behind to pull his cheeks wider apart. Brad upped the game once more and began fingering Devon. More moans as well as his body shivering in erotic vibrations. Brad was pacing Devon’s downfall. By the fourth month of our little deception, Devon had grown to enjoy having his cock sucked at the same time as his ass being worked over. It was patently obvious that Devon was enjoying himself. Then, as Devon was dressing to leave, he stopped and asked if I would be willing to let him fuck me. Brad looked at me and told him that would be okay. I was very prepared the next time Devon showed up. I sucked his cock for several minutes edging him as Brad worked feverishly on Devon’s ass. It was clear that Devon was in a high state of arousal. Brad stood up and moved to our sides. He pulled me off Devon’s cock and had me to climb on the bed with my ass hanging over. All the while, Brad was slowly jacking Devon’s cock keeping him aroused. Brad also was telling Devon that fucking my ass was going to be like sliding into warm silk. Brad told Devon that he needed to concentrate on looking at my hole as it puckered and winked. He kept saying that was me showing how ready I was to be fucked. Brad had his mouth up to Devon’s ear and was whispering everything. Devon was hypnotized as Brad slowly and methodically moved Devon into position with his piss slit at my opening. Devon never mentioned needing a condom. I held my breath as Brad coaxed and urged Devon to move his cock closer to my hole. Brad gently pushed Devon closer until at last his piss slit touched my hole. Devon sighed deeply at the contact. Brad spoke faster about how warm the inside would feel once Devon slid his cock in my ass. Devon looked to be in a haze Brad told me later but finally grasped my legs and pushed gently then more firmly until the head of his cock popped inside my sphincter. I moaned in such erotic agony at watching the scene play out as well as feeling my brother-in-law entering my ass. Devon then shoved his bloated cock all the way inside my screaming ass and began to pound me. Brad stood by Devon and fed him words of encouragement telling him he was doing great and to fuck my ass harder. He talked about how hot my ass felt on his cock and how tight my ring was encircling his cock. More and more Brad kept up his salacious words of encouragement to Devon. I knew they were having an effect on Devon because by this time he was pounding my ass knocking me away from him. Brad told him to grab my legs and to pull me closer so that he, Devon, could fuck my ass harder and deeper. Devon did so, and by this time, he was drenched in sweat. His cock had swollen to an unbelievable size. Later I thought about that and realized that Devon was absolutely turned on to fucking another man. I would dwell on that thought many times. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Devon screamed thrusting inside me as he unleashed a torrent of cum. I saw through my eye slits in the mask that his eyes were wildly open, and he began having trouble breathing. He pumped a huge amount of cum in me. After many minutes, his grip on me lessened. Slowly, his spent cock slid out of my ass. Devon was shaking. He backed away from me and sank down onto the floor where he heaved trying to get his breathing under control. Brad gently helped Devon back onto his feet. He did up his clothing and left with a promise to return. He wanted to fuck again.

CHAPTER 2 Once he had gone, Brad told me that almost the entire time that Devon was fucking me he had gotten two of his fingers in Devon’s ass and had finger fucked him. He grinned evilly and told me that just at the right time his fingernails had been used on Devon. No doubt he liked the feeling Brad said. We looked at each other and knew we were on our way. Just as he had said, Devon showed up on Wednesday and on Friday nights. He fucked me like a madman as Brad tore up Devon’s ass with his fingernails. It was so delightful knowing that soon he was going to get his comeuppance. I was so looking forward to that. It would be a tricky thing though. Then, on Tuesday night, Devon showed up as agreed to but things had to be postponed. Brad explained that at the last minute I couldn’t make it. Brad explained he was apartment sitting for me as I had to go out of town. Brad was so sincere sounding as he told Devon that it was such a shame and that he could understand at being frustrated. Devon tried to get Brad to bottom for him but Brad explained that he didn’t get fucked; he just liked to eat ass and fuck ass also. Devon left very frustrated sounding. For the next two weeks, Brad kept Devon at bay. He was so sympathetic to Devon and his plight. Each time that Devon arrived, he left with a bit more angst, edginess, and frustration. Brad cooed his sympathy to Devon. Brad was as good as any funeral director. He commiserated with Devon about my lack of commitment to taking care of Devon. I heard it all from Brad’s closet as the two berated my lack of seriousness. Devon left again no doubt with the bluest of balls. Brad and I rejoiced at how things were going. Devon’s nerves were on total edge. He would be back next Friday ready to explode. Brad was going to make sure that Devon was fully packed with TNT because he was going to get a big bang on Friday. Friday at nine sharp, Devon knocked on the front door. Brad let him in and excitedly told Devon that I was back in town and ready in the bedroom. Devon I heard rushing down the hallway. He stopped in the doorway looking crazed. He did something then that he had never done before: He stripped totally tossing his clothes in all directions. His cock was hard and dripping I could see. He strode over to me on the bed and yanked my legs upward putting them on his shoulders. Devon took his hands and pulled my cheeks open lining his piss slit up to my hole. He released his hands as he leaned over me grabbing my shoulders. I looked at his face which had a crazed look on it. Truly, Devon was in need of sexual release. I had but a split moment to consider if I was going to be able to deal with his heightened sexual arousal. I was determined to give it my best. I felt a searing pain as Devon’s dripping cut 9 inches of monster manhood crammed itself inside my body. I screamed at the sharpness. Devon gave no hint that he had heard me but drove his baby maker stick deep inside me and began to fuck me wildly. Brad stepped up to Devon’s side as usual and began a narrative of encouragements about how good it was to get back in my ass, how hot it was, hadn’t Devon missed fucking, feel how my sphincter was tight around his cock begging Devon to fuck harder and deeper. Devon I could tell was ramping up his game from Brad’s encouraging words. Then, Brad grabbed Devon by both shoulders and twisted his body around hard so that Devon’s cock pulled out of my ass in mid stroke. Devon was beside himself. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?” he screamed as his body shook. “I thought you’d want me to eat your ass and maybe finger your hole as I usually do,” Brad said innocently. “ARE YOU CRAZY? ARE YOU NUTS?” Devon screamed as his shaking continued. “You always seemed to enjoy me doing that to you. I just thought that might be something you’d enjoy tonight as well. I really wanted to make up to you in my own small way for him being gone,” Brad said dejectedly. “I really only wanted to help you out being you’re so tense and backed up.” Brad poured it on thick, and Devon bought it. “Yeah. Yeah. I did enjoy you eating my ass. That turned me on and so did your fingering me. Man, I’ve thought about that a lot. I didn’t like it at first but you somehow knew what to do and made it feel good,” Devon said having calmed down a bit but still highly strung from lack of sexual release. He was still highly aroused I could tell also from the pre-cum dripping out of his turgid cock. “Well, then, why don’t you stand there by the bed, but lean over it. You can put your hands flat or do elbows or whatever is comfortable for you. I’ll eat your ass and finger you some since you enjoy that, too,” Brad suggested offhandedly. “When you have had enough, you can go back to fucking him.” Brad pointed to me with the last statement. “You should be plenty aroused by then I’m betting.” “Yeah. Okay,” Devon said as he repositioned himself. He tried first doing flat handed on the bed but wasn’t comfortable with that. He then put himself on elbows and waited. Brad knelt behind Devon spreading his cheeks and began feasting. Brad was, no, is a consummate ass eater. I know from experience how well he eats an ass. It was not long before Devon was twisting his head about and moaning. Brad worked all over Devon’s ass with his tongue as well as doing small nips with his teeth. The first time that Brad nipped Devon there was a startled “Oh” but he returned to moaning and never made another protest. Brad drove his tongue deeply into Devon’s hole. Brad’s tongue can be a very rigid tool. I knew what Brad was doing and began biding my time before the big bang would occur. After 20 minutes or so, Brad pulled his mouth off Devon’s hole and slowly inserted two wet fingers. Devon hissed an intake of air but said nothing. Brad massaged deeper and deeper and began twisting and turning his fingers. Periodically, Brad would massage Devon’s prostate just to keep him reminded of what he was to feel later. I watched intently as Brad continued to work over Devon’s hole. I noticed that Devon was relaxed and fully enjoying the sensational ass work that Brad was doing. And, then, it happened. “Man, that feels so good. Your eating my ass was phenomenal and what you’re doing now is even better,” Devon said somewhat dreamily. “Keep it up. Man, that is so good.” Brad looked up at me and grinned as his eyes sparkled. He had Devon now on the hook. He had to make that jerk to be sure he was fully caught and then reel him in. Brad began alternating between rimming Devon and chewing on his cheeks and fingering him. He picked up a little speed with every intent of driving Devon crazy and wanting more. In a few minutes, Devon asked, “Is this what it feels like to be fucked? Man, this is really feeling good to me.” Brad slowed his fingering and said, “No, this isn’t really what it feels like to be fucked but it is very similar. The difference is that a cock is bigger and goes deeper. The euphoria that you feel is the same though only much, much more. It is an unbelievable wonderful feeling having a cock in your ass. You get such an intimate feeling with your body. It’s as if you learn who you really are.” Brad went back to eating Devon’s ass and fingering him. He picked up his speed and gave Devon his best ever work. Devon now was almost in a constant moan as he pushed backwards onto Brad’s tongue or fingers. Brad continued until Devon was almost demanding in his backward thrusts. Brad stopped and said, “I don’t want be rude and don’t mean to insult you. Would you want to know what it feels like to have a cock in your ass? I mean, you are really getting into my rimming you and fingering your ass. You really are enjoying it. I’m not talking about fucking you. I’m just talking about . . . a . . . cock . . . gently . . . easing into your ass very slowly and letting you feel in reality what it’s like.” Brad said nothing more and waited for his measured offer. Devon stayed bent over pondering the offer. He relished the sensation that he was feeling from being rimmed and fingered all so well. His intense sexual urges now were raging in him. His libido drove his decision. “I . . . I . . . I’ve not done anything queer like that,” Devon said loudly to protest such a possibility. Devon’s verbal protest was noted by Brad, but Devon’s body position also was noted. “Oh, no, I never meant to imply that you had done such. It was only that you seemed to enjoy my rimming and fingering you. And, you did ask how it felt to be fucked. No, I just meant that for the purpose of feeling the difference between my tongue and fingers and a cock a comparison could be made. No, I would never suggest that you would engage in things queers do,” Brad said and almost burst out laughing at the absurdity.

Sorry for the delay. Been pretty sick with some GI issues the last few weeks. Have a follow up scheduled soon with the specialist, and also been on antibiotics. All this with the constant stabbing pain and running to the bathroom has made this one bitch of a chapter to try and write. Anyways, let me know what you think and enjoy! ---- Part 4 - I didn’t have to wait very long when both of our attention was turned to the sound of a key going into the lock on the door. “Fuck yeah,” Garrett said, taking another deep puff on his cigar, “That’d be my boy, Ren. He’ll definitely give you a nice juicy load up your cunt, bud.” The door opened, and there with only a duffle bag in his hand and a massive black pipe in his mouth was hands down the sexiest Asian guy I had ever seen. Normally I thought of Asian guys as being slim and hair free, with an average at most sized cock. Attractive, but more feminine, if the porn flicks I had seen were to be believed. This guy was the exact opposite. Well defined muscles covered his body, with several tattoos across his body, with a massive black and red biohazard tattoo on his pelvis. Both of his dark nipples were pierced, and he had a light dusting of black hair leading down to his crotch. Nestled in between his well-defined legs was hands down one of the longest cocks I had ever seen, the brighter pink tip of which peeked through his foreskin. Hanging underneath were two massive balls. Blushing, I turned my attention up to his face and took in his features there. Medium length black hair pulled into a ponytail, as well as multiple piercings on his eyebrows and ears. He had a thick five-o-clock shadow and a soul patch on his chin, and his eyes were a warm brown. But what turned me on the most was the huge, smoldering pipe clenched in his mouth, which he was puffing away at. Garrett walked up to the Ren and pulled the pipe out of his mouth, leaning in a kissing him deeply. “Hey babe,” Garrett said, blowing out a thick cloud of smoke as he broke away from the kiss. “Hey, yourself,” Ren replied, sticking the huge briar back in his jaw before nodding his head towards me, “What do you have here?” “His name is Yurik,” Garrett said, putting his cigar back in his mouth, as Ren walked up to me and began to rub his hand on my chest and stomach, “First time to the baths.” He sat the mysterious bag down next to me before speaking. “I’m Ren,” he said, pinching my nipple with a grin on his face, causing me to gasp and squirm. “Nice, cute as hell too!” Ren said before reaching down and feeling inside my gaping hole before letting out a slight laugh, “Fuck, use enough lube on him?” “Would you believe that sexy fucker on the bed there was a virgin not even an hour ago when he got here?” “No shit?” he replied, shoving a second finger inside me as he took a deep drawn on the pipe, causing more smoke to billow out. I watched as he reached down and began to stroke himself. “Seriously,” Garrett replied, stepping up behind Ren and twisting his nipples, causing him to growl in appreciation, “And not only that, that’s not lube dripping out of his ruined hole… that’s my toxic load. Fucker begged me to poz him up.” “Fuck yeah,” Ren said, grinning in appreciation, before looking in my eyes, “Hell of a way to lose your ass cherry. Nothing like knowingly getting your first toxic load.” I smiled back at him, watching in interest as he took another puff of the pipe and blew it in my face. The smell was definitely different and I took a deep inhale, savoring it. Grinning even larger, Ren looked over at Garrett. “So, you the only one getting a crack this neg hole, or can anyone join in on the fun?” “This slut says he wants more loads,” Garrett said, tossing his spent cigar on the floor, “So I supposed we should do the right thing and give him as much dirty cum as possible.” With those words of encouragement, Ren stepped closer to my ass and slowly pressed his now hard cock against my ass. Garrett walked over to the door and turned around. “Gonna find a few more loads for his hole,” he said reaching over and opening the door. I let out a loud gasp as Ren shoved his hard dick deep into my hole. “Any preferences, bud?” he said with an evil grin on his face. Looking down at the large cock now deep in my ass, and the menacing biohazard symbol attached to it, I groaned. “Big and toxic.” Letting out a chuckle, Garrett walked out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar. “Yeah, bud,” Ren said as he began to start sliding in and out of my cum-filled ass, “Cute fucker like you needs to be poz. Sexy as fuck that you want the bug.” I laid back and enjoyed the feeling of his long cock moving deep inside me, causing me to moan. Ren’s style of fucked was merciless, as his picked up steam and started pounding my ass harder and harder. Occasionally, his long, hard prick would slip out and he would just casually slip it back in. I must have been nearly screaming in pleasure as he worked Garrett’s cum deep inside me. “Damn, need to take a short break,” he said, stopping for a second gasping, “You take cock like a pro for just having had your cherry popped.” “You like my cum filled ass?” I asked, also panting heavily from the hard fucking he was giving me. “Holy fuck, yes!” he said with a slightly exhausted smile, “Just pissed because I wasn’t here to take it myself.” I watched as he opened the bag next to us and pulled out an oddly shaped lighter, bringing it back up to his pipe and relighting it. I watched in fascination as he brought it to life, making the tobacco in the bow glow as he inhaled deeply, only to let out a massive cloud of smoke back in my face. Instinctively, I took a deep breath in, savoring the smell. I watched in pleasure as when I breathed out, some of the smoke jetted out of my nose. “Nice nose jet bud,” he said, giving my dick a few strokes, “Smoker yourself?” “No, actually, never…” I said, thinking about how my parents would kill me if I started. “Fuck, you look so fucking sexy blowing my smoke out,” he replied, caressing my swollen cum-filled balls, “Would love to break your smoke cherry. Get you hauling deep on one of my pipes in your mouth. Nothing hotter than a smoking bug chaser raping his lungs on sweet smoke. Would really drive me over the edge, ‘specially since I didn’t get to enjoy bursting your other cherries. What do you say?” Fuck! I thought to myself, I would seriously do anything to get this hot load inside me. Before I realized it, I gave him my answer. “Make me a smoker like you.” Immediately, I swear I could feel Ren getting a little bigger in my ass as he took a deep inhale on his pipe and then locked lips with me. I opened my mouth and took his tongue against mine, inhaling as he exhaled the thick smoke. Slowly our tongues rubbed against each other, making my dick throb even harder. Pulling away, he smiled and watched as I slowly exhaled his cloud of smoke. “Nice,” he said with a smile, reaching over and started digging in the bag, “You’re a natural smoker, bud. Want a pipe for yourself?” I watched as he pulled out another large pipe like his. He handed it to me and grabbed his lighter. Apprehensively, I grabbed the pipe from him and looked at it. It was massive, but I decided to bite the bullet and stuck it into the corner of my mouth, mimicking what I had seen Ren do. “Slowly puff on it while I light you up,” he said, flicking the metal lighter aflame and slowly bringing the flame just about the rim. Slowly, I did just that, letting Ren coach me until finally the pipe was well lit. “Take a deep draw on that fucker,” he said, slowly stroking my cock and began to slowly pump his dick my ass. I did as he asked and suddenly coughed hard. “Shit!” I said, catching my breath. “Don’t worry, happens to everyone their first time,” he said, rubbing my chest before pulling out a bottle of poppers, “Here… sniff these first. It’ll help.” I took several deep hits from the bottle and then stuck the pipe back into my mouth, trying again. This time I didn’t cough nearly as much. “Fuck yeah, “ Ren softly muttered, watching as I exhaled a large cloud of smoke, “You’re smoking now. Ready for me to wreck your tight pussy while you smoke that nice fucking pipe?” “Fill me up with your poz smoker cum!” Slowly he started to fuck my ass again, slamming my ass harder with each progressive stroke inside me. Both of us began to billow like a chimney, smoking away at the pipes in our mouths. I found myself enjoying the feeling of the nicotine flowing through my veins, making me feel a rush through my body. Quickly, Ren’s steady assault on my ass started to become irregular, signaling he was close to blowing his load. “Yeah, bitch, smoke that pipe and rape those lungs while I fill your boy cunt with my death-stick,” Ren growled, now slamming hard into my loosened hole. “God, fill me with your tainted load!” I moaned, squeezing his cock with my ass muscles. “Jesus, yes!” he said, slamming as hard as he could, “Keep doing that. I hope your ready for this load, cause I’m going to fill you up full!” His pace quickened and switched from a bucking long dick fucking to jackhammering my loose, swollen ass lips. As he hammered away, I felt him start to shoot, the hot spray of cum covering the walls of my just recently infected virgin guts. Finally, he slowed to a stop, leaving his cock deep inside me while he caught his breath again. A thin layer of sweat had formed over his body, giving his muscles even more definition, making him look like some sort of sex demi-god. Slowly, Ren pulled out his now soft cock from remains of my formerly tight hole and collapsed beside me on the bed. He pulled my face to him, and we kissed slowly, sharing the smoke from each of our lungs as he stuffed his tongue into my mouth again. “With a hole like that, you’re gonna be really popular tonight, kid.” I relaxed my head back exhaling the smoke in my lungs out. Languidly, I watched the smoke slowly dissipate. “I can’t believe I’ve already gotten fucked by two hot tops,” I said, turning my head and looking into his eyes, “I thought I would be lucky to even talk to a guy or suck him off… but two guys fucking me? Just…. wow.” “You could definitely get more,” Ren replied, tracing his fingers along my sweat covered stomach and chest, “Night is definitely still young.” Getting up, he slowly lifted my legs up, exposing my hole to the open air. “Damn, really stretched you out with my prick.” Suddenly, he dived in and began to lick at it, making me moan as his tongue easily penetrated me. He was rewarded with a nice sized glob of cum, having easily been coaxed out. Letting my legs fall down on either side of him, Ren climbed on top of me and began to feed me the mixture of the two poz loads and my ass juices. We made out for a few more minutes before he pulled away and began stroking my still hard, throbbing dick. “Man, I would love to take one of your last neg loads inside me,” Ren said, fondling my cum-filled balls. “I… well…” I said, blushing hard at the thought, “I’ve never topped before.” “Damn! You got to be kidding me!” Ren replied, a look of surprise on his face. I must have had a look of confusion and possible fear on my face as he shook his head. “I don’t mean that in a bad way, bud,” he said quickly, “Just can’t believe a cute fucker like you really is a total virgin. It’s so fucking hot, and such an honor to be turning you into a sex-crazed pig!” “Oh… well…” I said, blushing even harder. I couldn’t believe that this sex god of a man was calling ME of all people hot. “Seriously dude,” he continued, “I would honestly love to be the first to get that beautiful piece of meat inside me!” “Well, I mean if you want…” I said, worried that with my inexperience I would really let down the muscled god in front of me. “Fuck yeah,” Ren replied, immediately rolling over and spreading his legs apart, “Drop that neg load deep in my poz cunt. Gonna make sure it's the last one you ever have.”

Part 5 　 I really had no idea what to say, really. I kind of turned my head a little as, sitting down, Hank's cock was sticking straight out at me tenting the hell out of his shorts. As I turned my head, I found I was looking directly at the dancer now and his cock seemed to be like a snake sticking up. He was in the process of taking off his jock completely and it almost made Hank's huge cock look small in comparison. Hank stepped back then and I stood up. I told him, "Looks like you guys are getting a little busy now, I better head over to my place." As I turned to go, I noticed a couple of the guys, on the other side of the room, were already naked and playing with each other's cocks. I turned back to Hank and noticed that the dancer was already on the couch with the other two guys and one of them had that huge cock in his mouth and the other guy seemed to have his mouth buried in his ass and I noticed that the dancer seemed to have a large biohazard tat on his back just above his ass crack. Hank said, "Really am sorry about that if it shocked you. We kind of meet up about every couple of weeks for a 'sometimes' sex party. Didn't mean to have it actually start while you were here though." He went on, "Looks like I'm the odd one out at the moment." and laughed. He then escorted me to the door. As he opened the door he said, "Thanks for not freaking out much, I really appreciate it." I said, "Don't think anything of it. No harm done." He said then, "WOW, you are so understanding and nice." I turned to go, when he grabbed me from behind in a huge hug. Again, he was thanking me and was just overwhelmed. I could feel his big cock against my ass and it was right in my crack. He held me close for a few seconds and then let go saying, "You are much nicer than about anyone I have met in a long time." I turned and couldn't help it as my eyes went down to his crotch for a second. He noticed and said, "sorry about that too. That dance was really hot and I am still thinking about it and it won't go down. Nice isn't it?" With that he reached down and dropped his shorts and it sprang up, hard and fat. I couldn't help looking again, and then noticed he had a biohazard tat just above his cock that I hadn't noticed before. He said, "I better get back in there if I want any fun. You take care and come over anytime you want to." I turned and went home to my place and was soon in bed and fast asleep.

PART 7 　 I got back in my car and just drove around for a bit, wondering what I was doing. I could think about nothing but cock in my ass for some reason. A week ago, I had been completely straight and no real thoughts about gay sex and now here I was with at least three loads of cum up my ass in a week. Damn, it had felt so amazing. I had just let some anonymous guy fuck me in an adult store through a hole and had loved it. My ass was on fire and I felt I needed more. What to do? I found myself pulling into a park here in town. I pulled over to think some more. I got out and made my way to a picnic table. I had brought along a can of Coke and opened it and was sipping and trying to wrap my head around what I was doing and what I was going to do. I was thinking so hard I didn't notice that another car had pulled in and a guy approached the table I was at. Then he was asking if he could join me and sit there also. I just kind of nodded ok without paying any attention, really. Then it dawned on me he had sat down on the same side of the table as me. Glancing his way, I noticed he was sitting astride the seat with one leg under the table and the other somewhat straight out on the other side. He had on shorts and as I looked I could clearly see that his cock was hanging somewhat out of one leg of his shorts. It looked to be quite large and I could not take my eyes off of it. My ass was still tingling from just being fucked about a half hour before. As I looked I could see it start to come up some. He saw me looking and stood up and dropped his shorts off and as he did his cock was really starting to stand up. It was big. As I tore my eyes off of it and looked up, he was smiling and motioned for me to follow him. He kicked the shorts completely off then and started walking towards a pathway. Mesmerized, I got up and just followed along. We got just a short distance down the path and it widened up and he stopped. I walked up to him and he, without a word, reached out and I let him start pulling my clothes off. I couldn't seem to move. He soon had me naked and himself as well. He I turned my head to look back and he lined his cock up with my hole and just thrust in in one lunge. The last thing I noticed before it was covered up by my body was that he had a tattoo just over his cock that looked like a biohazard sign I remember seeing. Then he was deep inside me and I was groaning in the fantastic feelings he was causing my ass. He started somewhat slow but that was just a few strokes and then he was pounding my ass with a fury. Every thrust inward he would grind around and then back out till just the head of his cock was still in me and then back in hard and more grinding like he was drilling for oil or something. It was amazing. My own cock was soon hard as a rock too. He kept up the drilling for a good ten minutes and then all at once he pulled out. He leaned over me and finally spoke, "You are loving this aren't you? We had to make sure it really feels good forever." He then thrust at least three of his fingers up my ass and ground them around hard and as he pulled them out I felt his fingernails drag out and I almost screamed from the agony. He then rammed his cock back in me hard as he dropped his hand in front of my face and I could see blood all over his finger tips. He was again destroying my hole with his pounding, hard and fast and deep and still grinding into me. He then said, "I'm getting close now. Get ready. Here comes my nice poz load up your ass." I had no idea what he was talking about but as he was cumming my own cock erupted too. He ground in me hard for a bit and then pulled out. As we straightened up he said, "I hope you enjoy my nice gift." I said, "I am loving cum up me now." He said, "Not the cum but what is in it." I said, "What do you mean, do you have an STD?" He grinned and told me, "Kind of one. I have AIDS and now you will too. That's why I scratched your ass up good to make sure it took." I could only just stand there in shock as he put his shorts back on and took off.

Memories of Summer. Looking out the window at the rain and seeing the expanse of grey outside. Grey sky, grey buildings. Even the people hunched over for protection and hurrying past seem grey. I can't help but let my mind wander to brighter days and inevitably I feel my cock swelling and my hand idly drifts down to grip myself as I let my thoughts go back to summer. It was hot. Which here is noteworthy in itself, but today was the hottest I could remember. The kind of heat which no matter what you do always leaves you prickled with sweat. Even just moving from room to room felt like hard work. Still, things to be done, places to go and all that. Fuck that! I had just finished showering after a workout at home and at some point the shower became longer as I unconsciously began cleaning myself very thoroughly as if I already knew the direction the day was heading. As I towelled off I could already feel sweat beginning to bead across my shoulders and forehead and I came to the conclusion that today would be an outdoors day. No work until tomorrow and anything that needed doing around the house could damn well wait. Today was going to be for me. Returning to my room I grabbed a light linen shirt and matching trousers. Lightweight and easy movement for the weather. Dropping those onto the bed and reaching for my underwear drawer I decided against socks but grabbed a jock and slipped that on. Taking a brief look in the mirror and enjoying the way my arse was framed by the straps, I dressed and grabbed a pair of walking sandals. Before leaving the room I quickly grabbed a small bottle of lube and bottle of poppers and slipped them into my pocket. Be prepared I've always believed. Grabbing my keys I opened the door on the day and the full force of the heat hit me in the face like a wall. Damn, I hadn't realised how well my house had been blocking the temperature outside. I headed for the car and cranked he a.c to full and stood with the door open for a few minutes just so I could actually sit in the drivers seat and be able leave with some skin on my back. Next time use the garage I thought to myself as I climbed in and headed for the road. I'm quite lucky in that where I live is still relatively rural but close enough to the city that everything I want is in easy reach. Today I wanted green spaces, preferably with secluded areas, and the potential for long isolated walking. I knew just the pace. About 20 minutes later I pulled into the car park and was a little downbeat to see how easy it was to find a space. I had hoped it would be busier. Still it was early yet and I didn't plan on leaving anytime soon. I grabbed a bottle of water from the car and locked it down then headed to the first pathway of my day of leisure. I chose this place because it has a valley walk alongside a river, cool in the heat, wonderful scenery and a reputation for what can go on in the bushes. Miles and miles of woodland to choose from interspersed with wide open spaces. Having been here on several previous occasions I knew where the popular haunts were but was in no hurry to scan each. So I carried on walking and enjoying being in the open air. After a short while I saw a bench facing the river and decided I would sit for a bit and watch the world go by. Or at least let the day catch up with me. So I sat, sipped my water and watched the river flow lazily in front of me reflecting the few light clouds that were scudding by, just as lazily, above. I think I must have been in a trance because I heard the crunch of gravel on the path as someone walked in front of me. I hadn't heard their approach at all. I looked up startled from my daydream state and saw him. 30's, cropped hair, very fit. He was in a white vest top, matching jogging bottoms and trainers. I would have figured him for a runner but he was walking slowly. Clearly enjoying the day in his own way. In any other situation I might have unkindly put him in the category of guys who you don't know if they are going to mug you or fuck you. But he just walked on by and I glanced him over letting split second fantasies formulate as he passed. As he neared a bend in the path about 50 metres down from my seat I nearly choked on my water as he stopped and glanced back at me before disappearing from view. I'm not necessarily a master of these things but some signals you just can't miss. Whether it was a combination of the guy and the heat and the situation I don't know? I was hard from the moment I stood to the moment I reached the corner where I lost sight of him. I was certainly heading into whatever was around that bend willingly. As I reached the point in the path he had looked back at me I could see some considerable way down the path ahead and it was empty. "What the fuck?" I muttered to myself. Confusion grew as I looked around. Was he just fooling? Had I conjured the guy from my dreamlike state earlier? Just as I was about to give up and return to my seat I saw to the left an overgrown path that led deeper into the woods. Ok then, back in business. I guessed this was the route he had taken and I followed without a second thought. Being the height of Summer everything was at its lushest and greenest. The growth was full and the air was rich with that strong earthy organic smell you only get in thick woodland. As I pressed on under the trees I realised how much darker it was. Possibly I had become accustomed to the bright sun on the path, but in here it was like another world. The humidity was higher too, I could feel myself sheen in sweat as I walked. Glad for the light clothing I had chosen I kept on hoping to catch sight of my mystery man. I couldn't see any sign. I decided to just follow the most obvious pathway and hope but I couldn't deny my spirits dropped when he wasn't easily apparent. Moving through the dusk light world beneath the trees I came to what I can only describe as a thicket within the woods. A denser group of trees that seemed to be in a circle almost making a room. Intrigued I stepped in through one of the wider openings to have a better look. My curiosity almost outweighed my libido at this point. The trees must have been planted like this, no way this was a natural occurrence at least not that I could see. Remarkable though it was it didn't help me with my search but it did provide another opportunity. I had been drinking water pretty much constantly since I left the house so I put the trees to use that men have always put them too. It felt good. So good in fact I didn't just shake I let my hand slide up and down my rapidly hardening cock feeling the freedom of being outside but unseen. I hadn't resigned myself to simply jerking off it was just that it felt right to enjoy myself a little before I returned to the pathways and my search. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out the bottle of poppers and unscrewing the lid I took two deep hits. Letting the warm glow flow through me I sealed the bottle and felt my inhibitions float away. With one hand back on my cock my other hand unfastened my shirt and I began pinching and twisting my nipples letting the pleasure build and build. "Fucking jackpot! I knew I wasn't wrong about you." In my popper buzz and current state of arousal to say I was stunned by this is an understatement. I spun around and saw him again. There with me in this wooded shrine. Me shirt open, hand still on my cock not knowing which way was up. I stared at him. He was even more gorgeous up close. Dark eyes, a spray of stubble over his strong jawline and a grin that could easily become a sneer. This was someone who knew how good they looked. "Don't panic, " he laughed, "Anyone in these woods is here for the same thing right?" With that he lowered the front of his bottoms and out sprung eight inches of thick, solid meat. His foreskin was partly back and the tip was already moist with precum. He stroked it a couple of times and I swear it got harder. I must have licked my lips. In fact I know I did because he laughed and said, "Like what you see then?" I just dumbly nodded and did what I had been wanting to do since I first set eyes on this stud. I fell to my knees and took hold of his thick cock and began kissing and licking that shaft. Fuck he was so hard. I don't think I've ever held a more solid cock in my life and more importantly he seemed more than happy to just let me enjoy it with my lips and tongue. I worshipped every inch of that dick, tasting the mix of precum and sweat that was now all over his length. I licked and teased his balls and worked my way up to his tip. Pulling his foreskin back and running my tongue all over that knob, stroking his hardness as I made love to it with my mouth. I was in cocksucker heaven. "Fuck me, I never would have pegged you as a bottom. You are though aren't you? A good fucking slut!" I never talk with my mouth full but I moaned in assent around his beautiful cock as I took him as deep as I could. He put his hands on my head, the first time he had touched me, and fucked my mouth for a few strokes before pulling out and tilting my head back. Leaning over me he looked into my eyes then spat into my open mouth. Smiling at me he pushed his cock back between my lips and said, "Just testing the waters mate, wanted to see what kind of slut you are." I could only moan in pleasure as a shiver ran through me. This was already more than I hoped the day would bring me. Whilst I sucked him, or rather he fucked my face I slipped my shirt off and managed to slide my trousers down revealing my jock to him. He whistled but didn't comment beyond the noises he was making while enjoying the way my tongue was washing over his cock. When I reached for my poppers he grabbed the bottle from me and took control even more. He held them for me and made me take several hits as I bobbed on his rock hard meat. It didn't take long before I was spinning out in lust. Gagging on his cock as he pushed me to my limit and soaking him in spit he kept me going for some time. Always when I seemed to regain a little focus he made me take another hit. Pulling his cock from my mouth he told me to lose my trousers which I did so easily. My sandals and trousers joined my shirt on the floor leaving me in just a jock. Exposed, and so fucking lost on poppers. Easy prey for the wolf in the woods. "Turn around and let me see that arse slut!" It was a command and I obeyed without hesitation. "Fucking nice." Was all he said as his hands worked over me, kneading my flesh, spreading me. I just moaned like the slut he kept calling me and pushed my arse back for him to play with more. "Nice arse like that needs to be fucked doesn't it?" I could only manage to whisper, "Oh God!" Knowing that I would do pretty much anything this man said. He spat on my hole and worked his fingers into me. Two fingers straight away with only spit to lube the way. He worked them into me for about a minute before he pulled them out and made me suck them. "Good to see you keep yourself clean too." Then I felt him lean over my back pressing his whole body against me. I could feel that hot prick nestle between my arse cheeks and he started rubbing himself back and forwards. Reaching around me he held the popper to my nose again and made me take hits. One. Two. Three. Four. Oh fuck I was lost and somehow I knew it. When he started speaking I already knew how this would end. "I really want to fuck this sweet arsehole. Want you to feel my hard cock all the way up inside you like I know you want. But I don't have any rubbers. We can play in all sorts of ways and I can even tease you with the tip if you like but we really shouldn't fuck." As he said this he was rubbing his precum slicked dick up and down between my cheeks, teasing it over my hole. Pressing to it then sliding away. I was a moaning wreck. Flexing my hips to his movements to try and increase the contact and make every touch of his cockhead last longer. "You really want it don't you? You want this dick in you don't you slut?" I don't think I was even capable of speech by this point but I could nod and moan in delirious pleasure. "Well maybe just the tip is ok, it won't hurt if I just put the tip in you for a bit." I managed to raise my head a little and point to where my trousers were, "lube." It was all I could muster but he put my hands back on the branch in front of me and laughed. "With all the poppers you've had my precum and spit will be more than enough for you slut." With that I felt pressure on my arsehole and then the glorious sensation of thick cockhead opening me up. I pushed back, I always push back, but he held my hips and just left the tip resting in my hole. Reaching around me he began twisting my nipples and making sure my popper high stayed topped up. Here I was out of my mind and naked in the woods with a complete stranger who had his raw cock teasing my hole. I had never been hornier. The back of my brain knew this was insane, that I should try to get myself together, but it was no use. Lust and poppers always wins. As he pulled my nipples I couldn't help but arch my back and flex my hips. This naturally started me bucking on his cock and working him deeper and deeper into my arse. Eventually he whispered in my ear, "Balls deep in you slut, I guess you really wanted this after all." I didn't think it had ever been in doubt and it took me a while to realise he meant that I was taking him bare. My hole was so full and I felt so complete bent over in that place. Then he started fucking me. It started slow. His hips rocking back and forth slapping into my arse cheeks as he moved. I moaned in approval at he friction, the pressure inside me. I pressed back as he pressed forward. Then he was speeding up. Pushing down on my shoulders making me arch my back, letting him penetrate me deeper with his raw fuck tool. Pretty soon he was slamming into me with long deliberate strokes and I was loving it. How could I not? The pleasure was too much , my own untouched cock had been leaking so much fuck juice since he started fucking me, I needed this. Somehow despite his thrusts he was still making me take poppers as he fucked me and keeping up a litany of fuck talk in my ear. All the while his thick cock was ruining me in the best way. "I knew you'd be a dirty fuckslut when I saw you. Knew you'd be taking my cock before the day was out. Fuck your hole feels good on my dick. Going to breed this hole so fucking good. Make you take my load all the way inside. Have another hit bitch, fucking good. I love the way you clench your fuckhole when you breathe in those fumes." For my part I was pushing myself onto every one of his thrusts and grunting in animal pleasure each and every time. I had gone beyond caring about being heard or seen all that mattered was the glorious prick buried so far inside me. I managed to croak out a few yeses and fuck me's but otherwise I had been reduced to a mindless fuck toy by this amazing fucker. "Going to shoot in you slut, you want that? Not going to let you have it unless you say." He started to long dick me at this point, long hard thrusts of every inch of his cock tearing into me and making me shout out in pleasure. "Say it bitch!" He spat at me, "Tell me how much you want this load breeding you?" I raised my head as he bounced me on his cock and stammered, "I..I...want it" "Want what slut?" "Oh God! I want your load." He fucked a few more strokes then said, "Yes thats a good bitch, you want this thick load up your arse don't you? You want me to breed your hole right? Going to knock you up with my cum you fucking slut!" He was fucking me so hard it must have given me an adrenaline shot because I couldn't stop myself from shouting out, "Fuck yes breed me! Knock me up! Make me take all your cum!" "That's it slut take it take all of my dirty cum in your fuckhole! Going to give you so much poz cum in your cunt. Take my bare cock you fucking dirty bitch!" As he shouted this he slammed his cock into me deep and reaching under me grabbed my cock and wanked my cum out of me as his own cock throbbed inside me flooding me with his toxic load. He pulled out of me and straightened his clothes. As he left he said, "Fucking lovely arse mate. I ever see you here again I'll breed you anytime." I pretty much collapsed naked to the floor, breathless and speechless. I could feel throbbing from my arse, my nipples and my cock. I was dumbfounded that I had just let that happen. I could feel some of his cum leaking from my well used hole and my own load had soaked my jock leaving undeniable proof of the pleasure I had felt. Even as I gathered my clothes together and dressed I couldn't help but repeat to myself, "I've just taken poz cum. I've just been bred." As I walked slowly back to the car I could feel my cock thickening again as I replayed my morning and I knew I would be coming back for more. The end.

Part 38 - Surprise visitor Ric got home on Friday after school and was in his room surfing for some porn, taking advantage of the empty house. He was horny but everyone that he had been fucking was busy after school. He’d rather fuck someone than masturbate, but he just couldn’t wait. He had been stroking for a long time, searching for videos of guys breeding cumsluts. He didn’t want to shoot his load quite yet, but his balls were starting to ache. He heard the doorbell ring. “Shit!” he yelled and tried to stuff his hard cock into his jeans before he went to the front door. He looked out and saw Zac standing on the front porch, his hair still wet from swim team practice. “Hey, what are you doing here?” said Ric after he opened the door. “We didn’t get to talk any more this week so I thought I’d come over after practice” replied Zac. “Come on in. You must really want to talk, you didn’t even dry your hair” Ric joked. Zac chuckled nervously and asked “Is anyone else here?”
 “Nah, mom and dad always get home late on Fridays” Ric explained. “Cool. I can’t stop thinking about what happened at the party last week. I was kind of hoping that Shane would have another one, but he said he’s too sore to fuck today” Zac said. “Yeah, he had a rough day yesterday” Ric said with a big laugh. Zac laughed with Ric and asked shyly “Can I have a rough day today?” Ric looked at Zac, not expecting him to ask to fuck that way. “Uh, I don’t think you’re up for what happened to him yesterday and I don’t know how I’d get a group together” Ric said. “Oh, it wasn’t just you?” Zac asked. “Not even close” replied Ric. “Yeah, I don’t know if I’d want a group of guys fucking me yet. But….” Zac said and then paused before finishing his sentence looking at his feet and quietly saying “But I do want you to fuck me and cum in me again.” “Zac, do you know what happens if you keep fucking raw and taking loads?” Ric asked as they walked towards Ric’s room. “Yeah, I do. I know what Marty and Shane are trying to do and I heard them whispering that you were helping them. You have already given me one poz load. I don’t know why it turned me on, but it did. You even tried not to do it and that made it even hotter. Now I want to see what its like knowing you are going to poz me” Zac said. Ric felt his cock twitch and he pushed Zac towards his bed. Zac loosened his jeans and let them drop, showing his tight, hairless butt perfectly framed by his jockstrap. Zac pulled his shirt over his head and looked back with a grin on his face as he bent over the bed. Ric dropped his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, looking at Zac as his cock stuck straight out. Zac saw the new tattoo and gasped. “You like the new tattoo?” Ric asked and Zac nodded. Ric walked up behind Zac and rubbed his cock up and down the crack and pushed in between the firm mounds of ass until his cock was resting against the tight hole. He spread the cheeks with his hands looking down as precum dripped out on the hole. “There’s no going back after this, Zac. Once I fuck you now, I’ll keep breeding you until you’re as toxic as I am” Ric said. “Fuck me, Ric. I need you to knock me up” Zac begged. Ric moved over and pulled out a bottle of lube from under the pillow and slicked up his cock and Zac’s hole. Zac pushed back, forcing Ric’s finger in deeper. Zac was opening up easier than the week before and Ric could sense the desire in Zac. “This is going to hurt, Zac” Ric said as he pulled his finger out and lined his cock up with the winking neg hole. Ric started to shove in with a firm even strokes, stretching the hole much wider than his finger had. He could feel Zac tense up and try to scream as he pushed Zac’s head into the bed, muffling any sounds that he made. He shoved in the last few inches and felt Zac writhe in pain. Ric pulled back out slowly and saw some red spots on his cock and then started to thrust in and out of the quivering hole. Ric’s cock was leaking precum steadily into Zac’s cunt, coating the ravaged tunnel. Ric was merciless and kept driving his cock into the ever loosening hole. Once he started to hear Zac moan instead of whimper, he started to fuck harder and deeper. Zac would groan when Ric’s cock plowed into his inner ring, but he even started getting used to that feeling. “Breed me Ric” Zac pleaded hoping to get a huge load of poz cum deep inside his body. Zac had waited for this all week. The feeling of the raw dick inside him, slamming in and out, coating his insides with precum before finally getting filled with seed. He’d been scared to take this step, but fate had given him a taste and now he needed to experience it all. Ric was long stroking Zac and he could tell Zac was enjoying it. The condom fuck the week before hid the pleasure that Zac’s hole could give Ric. He wasn’t virgin tight, but his hole fit Ric’s cock snuggly and Zac would occasionally work his ass muscles to clamp down on the thick shaft. Ric’s cock was dripping precum continuously inside the swimmer’s cunt and Ric could hear and feel it helping his cock prepare for the next step. His thrusts got more deliberate each time and Zac’s groans encouraged him. Ric’s balls started to tighten and he could feel his cock get thicker. He jackhammered Zac’s pussy and then drove his cock in as far as he could before unleashing his virus filled semen into the unprotected boy. The grunts he made with each spurt were almost drowned out by the screams of pleasure coming from Zac. Both of them stayed there, breathing heavily for a few moments and Ric pulled his cock out of the swollen hole. Zac looked back with a grin, not sure what to do next. “Come over here and taste what’s in your ass trying to charge you up” Ric said. Zac climbed off the bed and got in front of Ric on his knees. He had sucked a lot of cock but never one that was covered in cum, blood and ass juice. He began licking at the semi-hard cock, tasting the coppery tasting cum. His ass was sore but it had been the most exhilarating fuck he had ever had. Once he had lapped up all of the cum, Zac looked up at Ric and Ric said “Now its your turn. I want your neg load in me.” Zac looked surprised but stood up and gave his cock a stroke. It was still hard from the first moment he had bent over the bed. He never leaked much precum so he took the tube of lube and covered his cock with it while Ric bent over the bed where he had been minutes ago. Zac didn’t consider himself a great top, he enjoyed sucking and getting fucked too much, but he was going to do his best. His cock was much shorter than Ric’s at 6 1/2 inches and wasn’t as thick, but it felt good sliding into Ric’s tight hole. He remembered Ethan fucking Ric the week before and wanted to make sure he fucked better than him. Zac grabbed Ric’s hips and pushed his hard cock into Ric and the two of them moaned together. This was the first time Zac had ever had his dick in a guy’s hole bare and it felt so much better that had to fight to not cum immediately. He rolled his hips, pushing his cock all the way in and out of Ric’s pussy. Each time he went in, Zac did it with more force. He was building up momentum until he was pounding away at Ric’s hole. He was concentrating hard on making it a good, long fuck and barely heard Ric cheering him on. Zac pulled his throbbing cock out of Ric and pushed his face between the hairy mounds of muscle. Zac fucked him with his tongue for a few minutes and then said “Get on your back. I want to see your face when I breed you.” 
Ric chuckled as he heard Zac get aggressive for the first time and climbed on the bed with his ass hanging off and pulled his legs back. Zac rammed his cock back into Ric’s unsuspecting hole and Ric yelled out “FUCK!” Zac hammered away at Ric’s hole, his eyes staring at Ric with a big grin on his face. He held on to Ric’s legs as he fucked and ground his cock into the hungry fuckhole. Ric started to milk Zac’s cock and Zac felt his balls tingle and tighten. He gave a few last slams of his cock and then flooded Ric’s ass with his neg seed. Rope after rope of cum shot out of his cock. Zac couldn’t remember ever shooting as much cum as he did then. Zac pulled his cock out and climbed on the bed next to Ric. The two made out for a few minutes, trading spit as their tongues explored each other. “Thank you Ric” Zac said, leaning back and laying on the bed. “If it hadn’t been for last week, I wouldn’t have known what I was missing and gotten over my fear. Anytime you want to fuck, just let me know.” — Steven was looking through CL to see if there was anyone interesting wanting a hookup. As he was about to give up he saw a post that intrigued him: Asian boy 4 sex - 24yo, love 2 suck. not too experienced. 5ft4, 120lbs, 5uc, must be discreet, like 2 find some1 to teach me abt gay sex, serious only The ad had a small body pic that could have been almost anyone with smooth, tan skin. Steven had never really hung out with the other Asian kids in school - there were only a few that weren’t family. When he got older he met some who were students at the university, but never any that were gay or even bi. He sent a message back through CL - “Hi, asian here too. I’m 22, vers, 5ft6, 125, gay and out, pretty experienced and into anything fun for 2 or more” with a headless body pic and cock pic. He waited and didn’t really expect anything back. A few hours later, though he got a response. “thx 4 ur reply. nice pics. love to suck you sometime. more if we click. u free tonite?” “I guess he’s horny” thought Steven. It was convenient since Steven had the night off and Ryan was working. He replied back “tonite ok. when? I have roommates, so prob can’t host.” The reply came quick “roommate too. he won’t be here until after 5. meet now?” “He’s really fuckin horny” thought Steven. He sent back “need to shower first. address?” They guy sent back a reply “ok” with the address. Steven ran through the shower and cleaned himself out, just in case. He wondered if the guy had only sucked other guys and wanted to go all the way. He slipped some lube, poppers and condoms in his jeans and headed over to the guy’s apartment. Steven was always nervous when he met a hookup. He hadn’t done it too often, but his luck had been pretty good and they had all been fun fucks. His cock was already half hard as he walked up to the door and knocked. He heard someone come running to the door and it opened. Steven’s jaw dropped and and he said “Sam?” Standing in front of him was his cousin Sam who immediately said “Oh fuck. Oh my god. Shit! Please don’t say anything.” Steven chuckled to himself and walked into the apartment and stood there in the middle of the room. He looked back at Sam and smiled. “Don’t worry, I won’t say a thing to anyone - family or not. I’m guessing you didn’t hear my dad threw me out of the house when he caught me fucking with another guy. I haven’t talked to anyone in the family since.” “What? Shit! No, I didn’t hear that. Your parents didn’t say anything about you the last time I saw them, but I’ve been staying away from the family too” Sam said. “I thought you had a girlfriend” Steven said. “Yeah, but we broke up a while ago. I was too interested in guys and we stopped having sex “ Sam replied. “Damn, I wish I had known. I always thought you were cute and you look even better now” Steven said as he looked over Sam standing in front of him in just a pair of tight trunks. His smooth, tan skin was interrupted by a thin treasure trail below his navel that disappeared into the shorts and light hair covered his legs. He had his hair tied up in a bun on his head and a small patch of hair on his chin. The trunks showed a nice bulge and a firm butt. Sam laughed and said “Same here. I fantasized a lot about getting you alone naked, but I tried to be straight and forget about that. I just couldn’t hide it any more.” “Mmmm, maybe we’ll have to make some of those fantasies come true then” Steven said with a sly grin. He moved closer to Sam and rubbed the back of his hand over his cousin’s chest, each knuckle rippling over his left nipple. Sam looked up at him smiling, but saying nothing. He was letting Steven do whatever he wanted. Sam may have been the older one, but it appeared Steven had more experience with men. Steven leaned in and began kissing Sam, the kiss getting more intense after Steven felt Sam pull him closer. Their tongues met and flicked across each other while their hands roamed over each other’s bodies. Steven pulled back and pulled his shirt over his head before resuming their kiss. He felt Sam unbutton his jeans and then unzipping them and letting them fall to the floor. Sam pulled away from Steven’s lips and started kissing down his body, from his neck down to his chest where he sucked on both nipples briefly before getting on his knees and staring at the bulge in Steven’s boxer briefs. Steven moved his hand to the back of Sam’s head and pushed it to his crotch. Sam opened his mouth and gnawed at the cock through the fabric. Steven’s cock was getting harder and harder and Sam reached up and pulled the shorts down and licked up the shaft of Steven’s cock. He wrapped his lips around Steven’s cock and then pulled back, tugging on the foreskin with his teeth. Steven moaned and Sam started to bob on his cock, sucking on it and taking it deeper each time. Steven wondered how many cocks Sam had sucked since he seemed to be really good. Steven put his hands on Sam’s head and started to fuck his face. He could feel his cock nudge into Sam’s throat. He shoved in hard and held Sam’s head and he could feel Sam massage his cock with his throat. When he felt Sam start to struggle, he pulled his cock out and smiled at his cousin before slapping his cock on Sam’s cheek. He was about to shove his cock back into Sam’s mouth when Sam said “Fuck me, Steven. Its been a couple months since I had a cock inside me.” “You sure?” asked Steven. “Oh yeah, just go easy. I haven’t been fucked much” replied Sam. With a grin signaling ‘yes’, Sam stood up and led Steven to his bedroom. Sam shed his underwear and climbed on the bed on his hands and knees. Steven had grabbed his clothes and while walking to the bedroom pulled out the condom, lube and poppers. He tossed the brown bottle to Sam and said “Sniff this” while he took the condom out and rolled it on his cock. He dripped some lube onto Sam’s hole and rubbed some on the condom. He fingered some lube into Sam’s tight hole, carefully opening him up. As Sam inhaled he could feel Sam relax and told him to take a hit a couple more times. He was able to get two fingers into Sam’s hole and began to twist them around. He could hear gasps and moans coming from Sam and encouraged him to take another hit. Steven stroked his cock a few times and then added more lube to the loosened ring and pulled his fingers out. Steven pressed his covered cock to Sam’s pucker and leaned in, feeling it start to stretch until his cock entered his cousin’s pussy. Once past the outer ring, he paused waiting for Sam to get used to having a cock inside him again. He could sense Sam’s discomfort and waited a little longer until Sam settled down. Finally, Sam uttered “Oh fuck that feels good” and Steven knew he was ready and started to push deeper inside. Once he was half way in, he began to rock back and forth, fucking his cousin like he had wanted to do so many times. He took longer strokes and heard Sam moan louder. He hated the feeling of the condom on his cock, but didn’t want to poz up his cousin. Even worse, his cock didn’t feel as hard as it usually was when he fucked a guy. He tried fucking harder, hoping the friction would stiffen it up but that didn’t work. He pulled his cock out and stroked it with his hand, hoping to get his shaft rigid again. “What’s wrong?” asked Sam. Steven panicked. What was he going to say? “Uh, just having a problem with the condom. I don’t usually use them with my boyfriend, so its feeling uncomfortable” Steven told Sam. “Then don’t use it. I always wanted to feel what a bare cock felt like in me” said Sam. Now it was getting complicated. Steven didn’t want to tell him he was poz and he was scrambling for an excuse to give. “I promised Ryan I wouldn’t fuck bare with anyone else” Steven finally said. “Please, Steven. I need your cock back inside me. Condom or no” Sam begged. Steven tried to push his partially hard cock back inside Sam, but it just felt bad. He fucked that way for a few minutes and pulled out again. Sam turned around and yanked the condom off Steven’s cock and sternly said “Fuck me bare.” With a few more drops of lube and a few strokes of his hand, his cock was rock hard again and he shoved back into Sam. “Oh my god!” yelled Sam as he felt the first bare cock inside him. Steven started to pull Sam back on his cock as he thrust forward and Sam got the hang of fucking himself on Steven’s cock. Steven built up the force of his thrusts and was pounding Sam’s ass. He pulled all the way out and rammed back in, getting a loud grunt from Sam. “Oh, yeah Steven. Fuck me harder!” yelled Sam and Steven responded. When he felt he was getting close, Steven pulled his cock out and pushed Sam over on to his back. Steven grabbed his legs and moved closer as he lined his cock up to the slowly closing hole. He drove his cock in as he stared at Sam’s face, seeing him in total bliss. He worked up the pace of his strokes, feeling his body slap into Sam’s. He leaned down and kissed Sam as his hips rolled and his toxic cock pumped into Sam’s neg cunt. Steven leaned back and started hammering away at Sam’s hole and Sam began to stroke his cock which had been hard the entire time Steven had been fucking him raw. Steven drove his cock in all the way and ground his hips on Sam’s ass and started fucking again. He did it a few more times and then with his cock buried as far inside as it would go, Sam started shooting his load all over his stomach and chest. The orgasm milked Steven’s cock enough to trigger his own orgasm and he began to flood Sam’s cunt with his charged up seed. The pulses of cum kept pumping into Sam’s unprotected gut and he yelled out “Oh fuck yeah! I can feel you breeding me! It feels so good!” Steven was horrified. He tried to stop the orgasm and his cock shooting his deadly cum inside his cousin. He tried to pull out, but found Sam’s legs holding him tight. When the volleys of infected semen stopped, Steven collapsed onto Sam’s chest. Sam kissed him and held him tight and Steven was unable to move. Steven’s cock stayed firm inside Sam’s pussy, holding the bug filled load deep inside. They laid there for a while until Steven could roll over on his side and his cock finally pulled out of Sam. “Dude, that was so fucking hot. I can’t believe I finally got fucked raw and filled with cum. I’m never using a condom again” Sam said. Steven was torn whether he should tell Sam about the poz load in his ass. Before he could say anything, Sam pulled him off the bed and toward the shower. They rinsed off and Sam tossed him a towel. Steven dried off and tossed the towel back to Sam and started walking back to the bedroom. “What’s on your ass, Steven?” Sam asked. Steven froze, remembering the biohazard brand he had on his right ass cheek. “Holy shit. Is that a biohazard symbol burned into your skin?” Sam asked “Uh yeah. I got it as part of an initiation to a group I’m in” Steven said meekly. “Ummm. Does that mean you’re HIV positive?” Sam asked. Steven nodded and said “That’s why I didn’t want to fuck you bare.” “Oh my god. I have that big load of cum inside me. Now I’m going to be poz too” Sam said. Steven was quickly putting his clothes on, not sure what to do or say. “You can go to the emergency room and get a treatment to prevent it from infecting you or you can wait and see if anything happens” he said after a minute of the two staring in shock at each other. “I’m sorry. I tried to pull out but you wrapped your legs around me” he added. Sam looked stunned and showed Steven to the door in a daze. As he left, Steven said “Call me if you need to talk. Go to the ER now or tomorrow. You’ll be ok.” Steven walked home and laid on his bed. If it had been almost anyone else he wouldn’t feel so guilty. He went to classes the next day and just wandered aimlessly around campus afterwards. When he got home Joe and Kyle asked him what was wrong and he said “Nothing.” He laid on his bed and thought that maybe he should go take Sam to the hospital himself. “Sam’s an adult. He can take care of himself” he thought. After laying there for more than an hour he was about to get up and get ready for work when his phone buzzed and he read the text message from Sam - “When can we do it again? I want more of your cum.”

Here's part 2, guys. Hope you like it. My body was tingling all over from the drugs and I was so turned on by the four guys who were all there to breed my ass. My Dad had arranged it and now here I was feeling like I just wanted their cum loads, I needed them. Deep inside me. I didn’t care about anything else, except their hard cocks shoved inside me.

 Eric was the first to make a move. “Get up on the bed, faggot,” he said. I jumped up and got on the huge bed with my ass in the air. Eric shoved his hairy face up against my boy twat and started to eat my ass.

 I moaned in pleasure. Dean walked over and started to kiss me and then gave me another shotgun of T, like I needed to get any higher. He pulled away and said “we’re gonna get you fucked up, faggot, then rape you.” I just moaned. This guy knew exactly what I wanted.

Jose and Chris were making out with each other and passing shotguns back and forth.

Eric came up for air and I turned around to look at him. His beard was covered in cum that he had sucked out of my cumdump. Dean looked up and said “FUCK that’s hot.” He leaned over my back (not hard to do since I”m 5’5” tall) and licked the loads from my dad and the two Mall DILFs out of Eric’s beard. Then he leaned down to share them with me. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and I could taste the salty jizz that I love so much. We passed the loads back and forth until they were gone and then I felt Eric stand up.

Dean got up and Jose moved over on the bed to shove his fat, uncut 8” dick into my mouth. Eric pushed my head down onto Jose’s dick, and then my back down so my ass was higher in the air. 

 Then in one fell swoop, he plunged his cock (which was even bigger than Jose’s, maybe 9.5” also uncut) into my sloppy pussy.

I pulled up off Jose’s cock so I could moan loudly. 

“FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE. PLEASE BREED ME!”

All three of them laughed. Chris said “Fuck guys, I never though this guy would be both hot and such a dirty little faggot. Only 18 too. Must’ve had some early training.” He knew full well by whom.

I looked up at him and grinned, and then went back to sucking Jose’s fat cock without saying a word. Gotta have a secret or two and, besides, cocksuckers need to be dedicated to getting hard cocks ready to breed greedy cunts.

Eric had plunged his cock all the way inside my dumpster. He was almost as big as my Dad. 

“Guys, this kid……hey faggot, what’s your name kid? Besides whore, cocksucker and cumdump?"

I pulled my mouth off Jose’s cock long enough to say “Justin.”

Eric laughed and continued “well Justin here has a well used hole. My cock is pretty long and fat and it just slid right in with no resistance. Pretty sure he’s never said no to a cock in his whole life.”

“Nope,” I said, briefly pulling my mouth off Jose’s short, fat cock. It was so fat I could barely get my lips around it. I couldn’t wait to get it up my boy cunt. I hope they had all seen my profile that said “all loads up my fagdump. No load refused.” Behind me, Eric started to slide slowly in and out of my ass, making me moan with pleasure whenever his huge cock pulled all the way out and then plunged back inside me. Every time he pushed all the way inside me, my face was pushed all the way down Jose’s cock, and into my throat. Daddy always told me I was a great deep throater. Jose’s loud moans and muttering “filthy cocksucker,” seemed to agree.

I looked over and Dean had turned Chris around so we were side by side on the bed with our boy twats in the air. Chris was tall, and had a thin, muscular body with lots of body hair. His ass was big and round and begged to be bred.

“Come on Dean, give me another load. My hole is begging for it.”

Dean laughed and said “your hole is always begging for a load, dude.” 

Dean stood up and walked around behind Chris, and I could hear him slide his cock up Chris’ hole. As soon as he bottomed out, he pulled back and I could hear a squishing sound. Chris was clearly loaded up, too.

“Fuck man, I love your cock inside me,” Chris said. Those four guys who were here earlier really bred me good. Dean laughed and shoved his cock back in Chris’ hole which elicited more loud moaning.

“They sure did. Your cunt is really loose and sloppy. Just like I like it.”

Chris moaned and said “yeah, when one of them was pissing on me, he said they’d been partying for a while, but none of them had cum yet. I’m glad all four of them shot loads in my cunt. Two of them twice! Six loads enough to lube up your cock baby?”

 I looked over at Chris, who’s eyes were closed and his face contorted with the same feeling I had. I was serving my purpose. I was getting high and taking a strange man’s cock up my ass, and it felt great.

Chris opened his eyes and looked over at me, then he scooted over so we could make out while we were getting fucked.

He shoved his tongue in my mouth and we kissed passionately and he whispered “you have to let Dean fuck you. His cock is amazing.” 

“Eric’s feels fucking awesome,” I said, and Chris told me that Eric was his husband and they’d been breeding each other’s holes for 4 years. “Lucky you, you get that fat stick to breed you all the time!” He just smiled and laughed and then moaned as Dean bottomed out in his hole again.

 We both lay there moaning while getting our cunts pounded by two long, thick uncut cocks. I was in heaven since I also had Jose’s fat cock buried all the way inside my faggot throat. Just where Daddy wanted me to be. I wished he could be watching me get used like a whore.

Eric and Dean were making out while they were fucking us whores, and decided to switch. Chris and I both turned over and held our legs in the air while the boys spat on their cocks and slid them into the new cunt.

Chris was right, Dean’s cock was slightly fatter than Eric’s and was really splitting me open, assisted by my swirling brain which was incredibly high. Jose decided we were not high enough and pulled out the pipe and gave me a shotgun which I shared with Chris. We laid there with the two tops switching off (with Jose occasionally taking a dip in one cumdump or the other)for a while. We were both in cumdump heaven with our holes wide open, being raped full of big fat cocks. Dean, in particular, loved calling us both “whore,” “fag,” “rapehole,” and other nasty words. I loved it. It just made my cunt feel more appreciated. My normally fat, 8” uncut dick had turned into a cocklet, completely shriveled up and I couldn’t care less. My purpose was serving cocks with my hole. I was letting complete strangers shove their cocks up my ass and just for good measure, I had one shoved all the way down my throat.

We stayed like that for a while, with Dean and Eric trading off between Chris’ cunt and mine. Jose seemed to prefer having me suck his rock hard cock (I later learned he loved blow jobs more than fucking ass). Good thing, since the only thing I love more than a cock in my pussy is one shoved in my mouth. Dean was plowing my cunt and spinning out a long list of dirty words when he slowed down and said “you want my load whore? You dirty little faggot. You need my cum in your pussy?”

I pulled my mouth off Jose’s cock and moaned “yesssss…..please give me your load. I need your cum inside me."

Dean laughed, “Like you ever had a choice. Like I would waste this load of jizz anywhere but inside your filthy cumdump. Nasty little fag, whored out by your own Dad.”

With that, Dean sped up. I could feel the sweat dripping off his body onto my back, while he pounded my ass so hard I couldn’t keep Jose’s cock in my mouth. I couldn’t stop moaning, and begging. “Please, Dean, fucking give me your cum. Knock me up with your fucking babies. My pussy is made for cum. It needs cum.” Dean laughed again and said “I think that’s the only thing your cunt is for, taking loads."

With that he pounded me a few more times, and roared. “I’m FUCKING CUMMING, FAGGOT! TAKE MY LOAD YOU NASTY FUCKING WHORE.”

All I could do was keep moaning and saying “thank you, thank you, thank you…breed me! breed me! breed me!” Eric and Chris had stopped fucking with Eric’s fat cock shoved all the way inside his boyfriend’s cunt so they could watch Dean’s epic raping of my pussy.

Once Dean collapsed on my furry back, panting, with his fat cock still jammed up my gaping cunt. Eric started to speed up again, and this time it was Chris’ turn to start moaning and begging for a load. “Fuck, baby, I need your load. Knock me up. I gotta have your cum in my pussy. You know how much I love it…”

Eric laughed and said “fuck, I sure did marry a dirty little whore. You want my load baby? Tell me what you want, fag boy!”

“Yes, baby, I gotta have it. Give it to me, prove that I’m your dirty little cumdump property. Knock me up!” 

“Here it comes baby boy. Daddy’s gonna give you his jizz. You ready? BEG FOR IT WHORE!” “FUCK YEAH! BREED ME BABY! I gotta have your cum”

Then Eric slammed into Chris’ ass one last time and you could see his nuts throbbing and a huge load of jizz going into Chris’ greedy hole. 

Chris moaned and kept repeating “fuck, yeah, give me that load baby. Give your boy your load. I need it so bad.”

This time it was Eric’s turn to collapse. He rolled over on the huge bed and his cock slowly slid out of Chris’ cumdumpster with a SLURRRRP sound. His cunt was well used and he was a happy little whore with jizz slowly beginning to drip down his ass crack and onto his leg.

 Finally, Jose said “FUCK that was hot! You guys are all so fucking sexy! MY TURN! Then he shoved his cock back in my mouth and started fucking my face. He only took a few strokes before he unloaded a huge load of spunk inside me. I held his load in my mouth, and then leaned over and snowballed it to Chris. 

He moaned loudly and then passed it to Eric, who moaned as well and then sat up. Chris was still on his hands and knees when Eric leaned down and shoved his face in Chris’ gaping cunt. He pushed some of Jose’s load into Chris’ ass and then moved over, pushed Dean aside and gave me the rest of it in my cunt.

I moaned “FUCK YEAH! Thank you baby! Give me that jizz!”

We all collapsed, laughing, in a heap. Dean pulled out a pipe and said “which one of you dirty fags wants more?”

All four of us said “ME!” Dean took a huge hit off the pipe and shotgunned it to me. Then he said “let’s find some more pigs to rape these two cunts. What do you say?” I was passing the shotgun to Chris and both of us moaned at the prospect of more men coming over to use us like the dirty fags we are.

I met up with a 22-year old muscular, dark-skinned black college guy at his apartment about six months ago. He told me to let myself in the unlocked front door, lock it behind me, and come upstairs. His bedroom door was open, and there he was sprawled out naked, stroking his thick 9.5" cock. I noticed the blinds were open, clearly visible from the parking lot. For a moment, I hesitated, feeling uncomfortable with the idea of being seen in this way. As I started to approach the bed to take that beautiful bbc in my mouth, he ordered me to take off my pants and underwear. Then he got up off the bed and shoved me down with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed. He handed me a bottle of poppers and, in a stern voice, told me to take some deep hits because he intended to fuck me deep until he bred me--no stopping, no pulling out. So, I took four long, deep hits, and my head was spinning. He had lubed up his massive black cock with vaseline and indeed wasted no time. I felt his cock brush against my hole. Then he pushed hard, shoving his entire cock in my ass until his balls slapped my ass. I yelped out loud and he smacked my ass hard. He immediately started to piston fuck my hole and continued for nearly ten minutes. Suddenly he shoved his cock deep in my hole and announced he was breeding me. My prostate had been beaten up in the process, and I needed to cum so badly. I started stroking, hoping to release my load. But he pulled his cock out of my ass abruptly and told me to get dressed and leave. This week, out of the blue, he messaged me saying he needed to unload in some white pussy ass. I immediately responded and asked when he'd like me to drop by his apartment. He said he was working at the university library and was so horny that he wanted me to meet him there as soon as I could. At this point, I have no idea where exactly a safe meeting place might be in the library. He tells me to come to one of the men's restrooms on the third floor; he would be in the center stall and would open the stall door when I tap on it. It's late afternoon when I arrive, and there are far more students studying on that floor than I anticipated. When I enter the restroom, I notice there's no way to hide or be discreet when someone else enters. How the hell is this going to work? There are two guys at the urinals taking a piss, and they'll soon be out of the restroom. I walk past them to the stalls in the back, noting that the stall on the left is occupied. Nervous about getting caught, I lightly tap my foot under the center stall rather than tap on the door. He opens the door, and I see that he has his backpack and a jacket blocking the view of the next stall. Wasting no time, he turns me around, pulls down my pants, and sticks a spit-lubed finger in my ass. Conscious of the guy in the next stall (who is very quiet and might be cruising, I ponder), I suppress a moan. As he works a second and then third finger up my hole, I glance back and see him dribble spit into his hand. He gets his big black cock nice and wet. Without warning, he grabs me by the hips and literally shoves me down on his cock--all the way. His spit didn't provide enough lube, and the pain was horrible. But I couldn't even moan for fear of being caught. He pushed me down by the shoulders as hard as he could, impaling me on his ridiculously hard, rigid cock. He started to sway his hips, churning his dick deep in me. His dick was hitting my prostate, and it hurt. Then he starts lifting my body up and down on his cock. Periodically he would push me down hard on his cock. By this point, he's not even trying to be quiet. Thankfully I hear the guy in the next stall jacking his cock, and as I glance up, I see him peering over into our stall. It's another beefy black guy who, as I later find out, is on the football team. The fucking continues for another five minutes (which feels like an eternity at this point) until I feel his cock twitch. He's flooding my hole with his cum. Just like before, he tells me to pull up my pants and get out. So I scramble into the other empty stall with my pants pulled only halfway up. I can feel cum leaking out my used hole and dribbling down my legs. As I start to close the stall door, the big football player--who towered over me at nearly 6'5"--pushes it open. Aggressively, he pushes me over the toilet, pulls my pants down, and rams his beer-can thick 8" black cock in my ass. He had not lubed his cock, and even with the cum in my hole, the girth of his cock made it painful. I attempt to pull off his cock, but he grabs me hard at the waist and impales me repeatedly. I had willingly taken the previous cock, now I was basically being raped by a football player. The fucking continued for maybe two minutes, and he came deep in my ass--no words spoken. He zipped up his pants and quickly left the restroom. The guy in the next stall who had first fucked me walks over and tells me he had arranged for the football player to fuck me. He assumed I'd be fine with the forceful fuck. Out of breath, I just sighed and sat on the toilet, letting the cum leak from my battered hole. He was right: the whole scene was hot. But I couldn't believe it happened in a public place that was so risky. The football player messaged me and said he wants me to meet him at his apartment for fun sometime soon. I'll share the details when it happens...

6. The Glass Compound You ride the waves and don’t ask where they go You swim like lions through the crest And bathe yourself in zebra flesh The ’78 Camaro loaded with a 350-cubic inch V8, fender vents, dual exhaust and a full spoiler out back, roared down the LIE toward Manhattan. Chris’ brain was slowly descending down to earth, back into his body. He had no idea where it’d been, all he knew is it hadn’t been in his head for a long time. Nothing seemed real. Manetti didn't seem real. The powerful purr of the black muscle car didn't seem real. He looked over at Manetti sitting there all smug, all teeth. Manetti glanced sideways at him every now and then. Suddenly, without warning, rage overtook him and he flew into a fury, walloping Manetti on his arm, ribs, thigh—anywhere he could land a punch. “Ow!” Manetti laughed, his forearm up to block most of Chris’ jabs. “It’s not,” Chris landed hard, deliberate strikes against Manetti’s shoulder, “funny!” “Stop. Seriously." Manetti carved the road like he owned it, quickly jetting into the left lane with one hand on the wheel, zooming around a tan Buick, then swerving hard right back into his lane. "You’re going to get us killed.” “I thought you were dead, you shit pig fuck-face. Hate you!” Chris punched his arm. “Ow!” Chris' blows barely registered on Manetti's sculpted frame, but since it made Chris blow off steam he played up the injured act. “Seriously. Stop. Tell me, would you have gone with some escaped cons to do a job if I asked you? No, you would not. Your dumb ass had to be tricked.” Chris crossed his arms and said nothing. Manetti glanced sideways at him again. “Anyway, it was Master Drax’s idea, not mine.” He outstretched his hand and ran it down Chris' arm. Chris angrily brushed him off. Manetti eyed the gym bag; eyed Chris. “So—how much?” Chris turned, shouting, “They were going to kill me!” He turned back again, eyes front, clamming up. “Nah,” Manetti said with only a shade of doubt. “Yes they were. This close, pig fuck.” Chris was stone faced. Manetti let Chris’ accusation roll around in his mind. He, too, went silent for a while, but kept checking the bag Chris held so tightly. “Seriously,” he eventually said, “how much? Hundred K? That's what Drax thought.” Chris stared straight ahead. Manetti eyed him with raised eyebrows, impressed. “One fifty?” “Polanski almost strangled me to death!” Chris spewed, eyes still locked forward. Light was just starting to glow in the rear view mirror. Manetti rocketed the car up to ninety. They sat next to each other in the Camaro’s bucket seats, the gearshift separating them, yet they’d never been farther apart. Chris started shaking. The harder he tried to stop the more he shook. He was coming down from the meth and the adrenaline. He was also hallucinating badly. Unintelligible symbols stood out on the sides of building, on traffic signs, and on the billboards they passed. Egyptian symbols from an eighth grade text book spun out ankhs and sunrays from his fevered brain, falcons and crocodiles, snakes eating their tails, stone etched waves of water. It was more pronounced if he closed his eyes, so he gave into the visions and the tremors. Finally, breaking the silence as much to distract himself from what he was seeing as to confess to Manetti the terror of his last twelve hours, he said, “I shot a man.” “Who hasn’t,” returned Manetti much too quickly. Defensively. It was his turn to turn into a sphinx, steely-eyed, staring straight ahead when Chris looked over. The city glistened in the distance. Chris broke into tears, then quickly grew angry at himself, wiped his face, but the sudden convulsion had a calming effect. Admitting what he’d done, even to the stoic Manetti, eased his fever a bit. He looked into the green light of the dashboard. Watch the red needle twitch at eighty. Out of the blue, he volunteered, "Two." Manetti, from his own mind’s dark place, recalled he’d asked the kid about the money. “Two hundred K, huh?” He whistled. The edges of Chris' lips curled with an undercurrent of unexpected pride. “Not two hundred,” he clarified softly. “Two million.” He knew he wasn’t imagining this fact. He closed his eyes and saw the five rows times four columns times packets ten deep. It was two million dollars he pressed into his lap. Manetti inspected him and judged he wasn't joking. He pulled the Camaro to the side and skidded to a stop. Snatching up the bag, he unzipped it. Under damp t-shirts and jeans he found packet after packet of hundred dollar bills crammed inside. “Fuck. Dude.” He looked at Chris with his jaw open. It was the first time Chris had seen Manetti speechless. The man scanned the sparkling city ahead, looked back in the bag, and then back at Chris. He weighed the likelihood that the crooks had planned to kill the kid, thought about Drax’s involvement, his own complicity. The Camaro’s engine revved, then it tore out, making a U across the traffic island downing some orange cones, and sped away from Manhattan into the rising sun, roaring east along the LIE. *** The 6:45 ferry from Sayville sputtered across the choppy bay. Small, wispy clouds shone pink and gold, while the ferry bobbed, rising and splashing over rough water. Manetti had done a line of coke back in the parking lot before they left the Camaro. He'd offered a line to Chris who looked at him like he had to be a moron. Now his fingers flutter on his kneecap, deep in thought behind his shades. Chris, with both arms wrapped around his gym bag, and Manetti sitting next to him staring off into the distance, were the only passengers sitting on the ferry’s upper deck. When they boarded, they made a strange pair to the crew. A kid in a red track suit much too large for him, the other, a decked out brawny leatherman in jeans, shirtless vest, boots, leather cap, and mirrored sunglasses. Since the boat was heading for the gay mecca known as The Pines, Manetti was hardly an unusual sight, but the kid dressed like a ghetto rapper, now that was something the teenage crew took notice of. All that was missing was big gold chains and a sideways cap. Vanilla Ice in the house, yo, one of them joked in the wheelhouse. A noisy flock of seagulls escorted them across the water. The landing was fast approaching. The store, the motel, the disco became distinct entities as the boat cruised into the harbor. Manetti scrutinized each boat they passed, his mind brewing with plans. A sea plane was getting ready to fly out, having disembarked two passengers who were making their way down the landing. Chris thought he recognized the bigger of the two men—the distinctive mustache, the deep dimples in the handsome face framed by curly auburn hair. It had to be—it was!—the action star, Chuck Brunswick, from his favorite TV show, Stacks Lightning, devoutly watched when he lived at home. Wednesday nights, eight o’clock, every episode, including reruns. From age twelve when it first aired, he watched it for all the fast paced action, the exotic locales, Hawaii, New York, the Congo. By fourteen he became aware that almost every episode featured Chuck Brunswick without a shirt. By fifteen, the car chases lost his interest, as new interests emerged watching each episode alone in his bedroom on Ben’s old black and white TV, a Kleenex box next to him and the door securely locked. He’d been sleepy from the half hour crossing but now he was wide awake, excited. Here, within spitting distance, was a real TV star. And not just any TV star. He nudged Manetti and pointed. Manetti lowered his sunglasses and gave Chris a blank look, then went back to examining the boats. As the ferry passed, Chris made out the famous tuft of dark chestnut hair sticking out the man’s aqua polo shirt. He didn't know the other guy. They were wheeling black suitcases that both had lightning bolt decals on them. The teenage crew cut the engines to prevent unnecessary wake that would disturb the harbor’s yachts. As they neared the dock, all but the captain scuttled downstairs. They threw open the side door and tossed a line to one of the crew members that had jumped off. With the boat secured, they slid out a ramp. One of the teenagers pointed out the actor to his mates, as the celebrity and his companion rounded the corner of the thumping disco. Chris flew down the boats steep stairs, Manetti barely keeping up. "That's Chuck Brunswick up ahead," Chris said to Manetti on the ramp. Even though he was still miffed with Manetti, seeing someone so famous he couldn't hold in his excitement. "Who?" Manetti said. "He does that show Stacks Lightning,” Chris explain. Still Manetti was clueless. “Where he's a spy? Always chasing bad guys in cars and boats, and sleeping with lots of babes?" "Oh," Manetti said with distain. "An actor." Chris gave Manetti a sour look. They trailed the TV star and his companion for several blocks. The disco discharged a few revelers coming out bleary-eyed, squinting and shading their eyes to adjust to the morning light. Chris speaking about Chuck Brunswick was the first time in hours they’d spoken. Right after they left the outer borough, Manetti told Chris he'd made an executive decision. Drax could wait. He was enacting his own Plan B and that meant visiting an old friend in The Pines. Eyeing the tall, broad-shouldered actor ahead on the boardwalk, Chris ventured, "So everybody here’s queer?" Manetti confirmed with a nod. Chris contemplated that. The boardwalk was uneven and Manetti in boots was trying to take it slow and not trip. After several more blocks, seeing they were falling further and further behind the TV star, Chris groaned, “How much farther is your friend’s house?" Manetti told him it was at the end of the boardwalk. Chris frowned, and gave into Manetti slower pace. "Then how far is the beach," Chris asked. Manetti nodded at an approaching walkway. Chris peered down the path and saw shimmering waves. "If we’re not going to catch him, I want to walk on the beach," he said, turning down the walkway without waiting for Manetti. Manetti huffed. Boots in sand would be harder than the uneven boardwalk, but he followed the kid anyway. Specifically, he followed the green gym bag. On the beach Chris' mood brightened considerably. He was almost his old self. He’d pulled off his sneakers and socks, and wiggled his toes in the sand as he trotted next to the crashing waves. The sound of the sea, the salt spray, cold early morning sand—it was a reminder of home. It cleared his senses. He picked up a driftwood stick and drew a line in the sand in front of him, jumped over it, then flung the stick into the foam. The houses that lined the beach were grand. Rich in wood and glass, they were tributes to wealth—honestly made or otherwise. Large two story structures, all with decks and pools, all stacked alongside each other. One, he observed, had sliding windows who's four large glass panes folded right into the walls, leaving the living room’s fourth wall completely open. Another one had a pool whose beach front side was a giant window of glass. Two joggers in speedos, a blond and a curly red-head, passed him. They turned their heads back to get a look at the kid in the hip hop getup. They laughed when they saw it was a young white kid. To Chris they looked like models out of a magazine—flawless, tanned, manikin smooth, air-brushed generic. Manetti tromped behind trying to catch up. Once he did, he draped his arm across Chris' shoulder and told him to take it easy on him. Chris smiled to himself. "This is just like Long Beach," he said. "This is just like Long Beach?" Manetti questioned. "See." He stopped and turned to the ocean. "This beach is like facing south. Most everything on the west coast faces west, and on the east coast faces east. But here, the ocean faces south. In California, Long Beach is the only place that faces south, like here, see?" "Well, I did not know that," Manetti responded. Chris had lost the Prior Puss, and he had to admit, with the kid beaming like he was, he could do him right here out in the open. "Ya know,” Manetti said, “I'm from Long Beach, too. Long Beach, New York." "Well, I did not know that," Chris mimicked Manetti with his own words. They exchanged a smile, the first in a long, long time. Genuinely interested, he asked, "Where's your Long Beach?" They had started walking again. "It's about forty miles ‘at-a-way." Manetti pointed straight ahead. Chris wanted to know if they could walk there from here. "Only if you're Jesus," Manetti replied, and they laughed. A couple of waves crashed to shore as they padded through the sand. For a few minutes they were silent, just listening to the sea’s rhythm, a set of waves, a pause, then another set, on and on. Manetti cocked his head to one side, said with wistfully, "It's one of the first things Ben and I found we had in common. Long Beach." Manetti questioned why he volunteered that. Immediately he regretted it. Chris looked over at Manetti. Was he sad? Sad didn’t fit his image of him. He tried to read Manetti, but behind the mirrored sunglasses, staring down the beach, he was impenetrable. "Do you think he's all right?” Chris wondered aloud. “Ben is?” "Like I said, he's changed." It was Manetti's turn to clam up. They trooped through the sand. There weren't many more houses left before the town ended and turned to forest. “So what’s Plan B,” Chris asked. “Hmm.” Manetti took his time. “We’re dropping in on a regular of mine. His name’s Tobias Glass. Real rich. A real pig when you get him going. He was this child actor way before my time, now he has a Village cabaret act. Show tunes and shit. He’s gonna take one look at you and will want to eat you up. Don’t let ‘em unless I get a cut.” Chris laughed nervously. “He’s got connections. If anyone can find us a boat, he can. Then we’re off to the Caribbean or South America—Belize maybe. Your choice.” Chris listened to him. Then stopped dead in his tracks. “Wait. You want to leave the country with the two million? Without Ben? Screw over Master Drax? Are you out of your fuckin’ out mind! Master Drax will skin you alive! Me too, probably Ben just for being related to me. That’s your brilliant Plan B? Neg-a-tive,” he said, shaking his head. He turned around and started walking back to the ferry dock, when Manetti hooked him with two words. “Ben’s here.” Chris halted abruptly. “Where?” He glared at Manetti. “A couple possibilities.” He waited till Chris walked back to him. “I have other clients on the island. One of them had purchased time with Big Ben, as he’s called. That was a week back. If you let me do a little digging, Chief, give me some time, I think I can find him, then the three of us can sail right off the map.” He approached Chris, closing in the final pitch, “do you know what kind of life we’d have, baby?” He reached under Chris’ baggy shirt and pinched his tits. “A life on the run, is my guess. Brody and Polanski said Master Drax actually cut the skin off a guy named Jackson.” “Then Jackson was stupid. We’re not stupid.” Chris was standing his ground in the sand even with Manetti playing with his nipples. “C’mon, will you at least give me twenty-four hours, let me ask around for Ben, and a boat?” Manetti cozied up intimately right in Chris’ face. He drew his hands down around Chris’ bubble butt, stroking it lovingly, pushing Chris’ crotch into his own. He felt Chris stir. Chris pushed his hands away and resumed their trek with a bit of a stiffy swinging in his jogging suit. “Twenty-four hours—but you have to find Ben. And I’m not letting go of my bag.” Manetti saddled up next to Chris, draping his arm over his shoulder, pulling the kid up under his hairy armpit, assured his scent carried its own persuasion. They walked in step but Chris became increasingly conflicted. “So if you find Ben, then what? That’s going to be a whole other can of worms. You, me, Ben.” “Are you shittin’ me?” Manetti erupted skyward in a wail of laughter. “Do you have any idea of the fucked up groups Ben and I have been in—on and off camera? Ask me about us and my step dad at that skanky Jersey motel shoot. Better yet, don’t. Talk about awkward—but even that turned out interesting once Drax got the cameraman naked. Family on family make up half the porn industry.” Manetti pointed to the last staircase on the beach before the town turned to forest. They veered toward it. At the top of the stairs, a large wooden fence extended from the beach back to the main boardwalk. Halfway along the fence they came across an archway with a large weathered door. "This is Glass' compound. He won't be up for hours, but I know where he keeps a spare." He reached up inside one of the sconces and produced a key. He opened the door and they entered a courtyard that could have been in the middle of Japan. The garden was lush in greenery and rich in detail—a Buddha serenely rested on a mound of green moss; an area of white sand raked with wave-like patterns surrounding an upright rock; trickling water flowed out a bamboo branch splashing onto a bowl of black, smooth stones. They crossed a red lacquered bridge that extended over a pond filled with lily pads. The light through the overhanging branches played on the water, and beneath the covering large fish swam, their scales, luminous red and orange, sparked like underwater fire. Coy fish, Manetti told Chris. The pond was fed by a running stream that ran throughout the compound. If silence could make a sound it was this. They came to the compound’s courtyard. Manetti stopped Chris and pointed. A doe and her fawn stood at the forest’s edge, nibbling sprigs of grass they could reach through a broken slat in the wood fence. Chris couldn’t help himself and gasped just loud enough to prick up the doe’s ears, and the two disappeared into the dense forest. A swimming pool, outlined with grey slate, laid in the center of the compound. Four structures surrounded it. The main house, closest to the beach, wasn't very big, but beyond the plate glass and sliding windows, Chris saw it was minimally but opulently furnished. Sleek black couches were in the living room, and a white grand piano stood in a corner with a large dining room standing in the cool shadows. The remaining three independent structures were cabanas. Each with a large picture window. Each with their curtains drawn. The sound of someone lightly snoring came out of the cabana on the far side of the pool. In the cabana to their right, men murmured within. Two wheeled suitcases parked next to the door. Chris pulled excitedly on Manetti’s arm pointing to lightning bolt decals on the suitcases’ sides. Manetti shook him off and went into the last cabana. He came out motioning for Chris to come in. They went in and Chris immediately ran into his reflection in a tall full-length wooden mirror. Seeing himself in his baggy red track suit for the first time he thought no wonder he got strange looks. He dropped his shoes and flopped backward on the feathery bed. Though the room was warm and stuffy, he melted into the cool white comforter. Manetti opened a high window and a skylight to get a cross-breeze going. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his boots, ran a hand through his hair. In the full-length mirror he looked at his own reflection. Maybe he’d wait for the kid to fall asleep and just run off with the money. That would be the simplest plan. What kept him here? The Prior brothers? Talk about not simple. He knew he was a mass of contradictory impulses, had known it for a long time, ever since he moved to New York, probably before if he let himself think about it. He refused to go there. He pushed off his jeans and underwear, and tossed off his cap. Down to just his skin and leather vest, he crawled over to Chris, who turned away from him, not mad but exhausted. Manetti scooched closer till he was spooning the boy. Chris didn't protest, even when Manetti pressed his erection into the butt of his track suit. Earth quickly was falling away as he fell deeper into the soft bed, deeper down the rabbit hole of this new life. He felt the buckle unfasten on his belt, and Manetti pulling down his pants. His butt exposed, he fell asleep dreaming he was on a train, then he became the train, specifically the train coupler, those metal clasps that, like hands, fold into one another to secure train cars together. Somewhere in the world he felt Manetti couple into him, acquire a hold, while he allowed the rod to enter, then gripped it from slipping out of his ass. Who held whom? Manetti lifted off Chris' top and pulled his skin into him. Pelt on hairless boy, hairless boy melting into a bed of fur. Manetti entering him deeper made him moan in his sleep. His ass was still tender, he protested semi-conscious but didn't reject. Manetti went deeper still. Chris gasped louder, struggling to overcome the pain he still felt from the recent abuse. Manetti's ridged pole did not give nor forgive, it pushed in beyond the pain. Chris pushed back, impaling himself, deep, seizing on the pain to raise himself out of his hazy sleep, not ignoring the penetrating object but beginning to ride it, riding Manetti, forcing himself to feel the pain, want the pain, waking with the pain. Manetti obliged. He was good at his craft. He was the best rough trade in town, wearing nothing but his leather vest and a hard on, sticking it to the boy. He would teach Chris to be rough, hardened like him. He pushed the boy's pants off his ankles, pulled out of Chris’ hole, raised the boy’s leg and was back on top of Chris, penetrating him, before Chris even realized how he’d accomplished the feat. He looked into Chris' face, pushed his massive erection further now that he could lay his crotch directly over Chris' open cavern. The added inch made Chris lurch in pain from the spot where Brody had fisted him too deep. Manetti waited right on that torturous spot, neither retreating nor pushing him beyond it. He waited, making only the slightest of movements, an itch to scratch, waiting and watching Chris’ face turn from pain to desire. He brushed away a lock of blond hair that had caught in an eyelash. He kissed his mouth. Chris opened for him. Once Manetti saw lust in Chris’ open eyes he turned his attention to his bucking hole. He stayed in a holding pattern, enjoying the pleasuring of expanding Chris' hole with his growing shaft, feeling it surrender to him completely. The cabanas always had supplies of lube and poppers, among other pleasures, tucked away in the nightstands. Manetti reached in the drawer and withdrew some mentholated cream on his fingers. As he gently fucked Chris’ hole, sensually stimulated his opening with his massive bush, he added a finger, then two, to pull the boy’s hole wider. Chris objected, saying it hurt, but with the mentholated cream soothing his tender canal. Manetti convinced the boy with few words that this is what he wanted. With four fingers lathered he pulled his dripping cock out and replaced it with his large palm. He took all the time necessary for Chris to accept his hand, pulling out a bit when he reach his second knuckles. He could sense Chris wanting him to push in again. He did, sliding four fingers up to the third knuckle, then held there, looking for Chris’ eyes to say yes. He knew the boy was deciding and he’d abide by his decision. He felt the clenched muscles in Chris’ ass relax and he went in an inch more, up to the web of his thumb. He chanced a half rotation, another test to see where Chris’ mind and body were. After a second, he felt he boy bear down on his hand, a signal of his willingness to surrender his hole. Manetti removed his hand as Chris moaned his disappointment. “Take one of the poppers, boy. That tall one.” Chris obeyed. It was one of Manetti’s favorite English poppers, much stronger than its American counterpart. He greased his whole hand with the mentholated cream to overcome the fear Manetti believed the convicts instilled. He pushed a wad of grease into the boy’s crack and smeared it around with three fingers, then pushed those three fingers back into his chute. They slid in easily. Manetti added a fourth and told Chris to take a hit. He waited till Chris recapped the bottle, then slid his thumb in, told Chris to look at him. Chris was trying to focus his gaze on Manetti, and Manetti saw the moment the poppers kicked in. Chris hole grew relaxed and wide as lust for Manetti pushed his hand over Manetti’s palm. In one constant movement the boy mounted Manetti’s whole hand and slid his entrails over the ridges down to the man’s hairy wrists. He felt each strand of hair slide through his loosened sphincter. Manetti slowly twisted his wrist tickling the cunt he was giving the boy. Knuckles ground against sensitive walls, the wrist’s black fur slithered over the exposed sphincter nerve endings, silent fingertips touched blind boundaries that yielded, surrendering Chris’ resistance to Manetti’s will. Manetti fisted Chris’ mind even more than his body. Chris’ synapses were firing and he was helpless to resist Manetti’s mastery. The sensations painful and inviting. The cold-hot feeling in his loins made his body undulated onto Manetti’s hand, like a snake swallowing a mouse. Manetti’s hand went further into his hole, further than it had ever been. “Take three more hits, boy,” instructed Manetti. Chris again obeyed. Manetti applied more salve over his wrist and this time over his forearm while Chris huffed and replaced the cap. His eyes were glued on Manetti. Manetti watched as a lewdness sweep across the boy, not just his face but over his whole body, his mouth open just as his hole was opening. Of his own volition he crawled down further onto Manetti’s wrist and the boy began the journey of the man’s hirsute forearm. Manetti flexed his wrist twisting in exploration of where his hand was in the boy’s body, and where it should go next. He straightened his hand and slowly pulled the boy’s colon away from its mooring so that the passage extended along the length of his forearm. It was a long process, he knew, that would change the boy forever. Chris traveled halfway down Manetti’s forearm before he realized how deep Manetti was inside him. A world of pleasure exploded in his core, physically and mentally, when he looked in the full-length mirror and saw how much of Manetti’s forearm he’d taken. And still he slid ever deeper on the proffered arm. He inched serpentine-like, feeling the ancient original sin drawing him on, driving him deeper into it, not able to get enough of the pleasure Manetti was offering. He saw Manetti had no boundaries either and wouldn’t stop until Chris satisfied the powerful lust he had for him. Yes, it meant physically Chris wanted the fucker’s whole arm up him, but the revelation, rational or not, was that he wanted to make his body an offering to the man. “I want,” Chris moaned as he agonized over ever scintilla he could take of Manetti, “all of you.” But he was fighting a two stage battle: for every millimeter he took in of Manetti’s hand, he also had to accommodate the ever-widening girth of forearm. Manetti thick, muscular arm was as much of a challenge as taking his hand ever-deeper. This is when Manetti took over. “Take another hit, baby. Relax. Lay down. Daddy’s gonna drive.” While Chris prepared himself with a deep inhalation, Manetti’s other hand played with Chris’ cock. His greasy hand toyed with the boy’s balls and ran numbing fingers over the boy’s nub. The cooling sensation wasn’t lost on the boy. His groin joined the sensation of coolness his whole ass was feeling inside as well. Far from numb, his body was on fire and able to take more intense sensation, a deeper fisting, than when the convict were pummeling him. Now between the poppers and the looseness of his body, as well as the loosening of his morals and inhibitions, he began writhing in pure sensuality when he felt Manetti curling his fingers inside him balling into a fist. “Yeah. Fuck yeah. Fist my hole, daddy,” Chris hoarsely cried. Manetti’s balled fists slowly pulled out to the edge of Chris’ sphincter, giving it such a beautiful stretch, he could see his black wrist hair through the translucent taut pink skin of Chris’ ass lips. Chris’ gulped in air as Manetti encouraged him to take it, take it. He could see Chris’ couldn’t sustain such rapid breathing nor such an intense stretch. Manetti pushed back inside to the depth where he started. It was nautical miles of sensations traveled in two second through Chris’ hole. All the nerves stroked went straight to his brain—hole to brain skipping the rest of his body. The boy’s synapses could hardly keep up. Desire and sensation manifest in deranged calls to fuck my hole, daddy, open my pussy, give me a sloppy cunt, with Manetti responding, encouraging, validating everything Chris was saying. “You like daddy giving you a cunt.” “Yes, daddy, open my hole.” “You want daddy to fuck you like this.” Agreement. More aggression. The fist came out and immediately pushed back to try to get in. It took a moment, but both of them wanted it, so it slid right in. Making the initial break and re-entry, triggered something in both of them. They wanted more just like that. Obscene wet farts emitted from Chris’ ass. Each fart increase the capacity to take Manetti’s fist deeper into him. They were in a cycle of passion—Chris wanting to give, Manetti wanting to take. Chris could see, and Manetti approved, that after several punches, Chris’ hole blossomed into a small rosebud. Manetti encouraged it, tended to this new flower, inserted a single finger to wiggle around in it, excite the bloom to display more itself. “Look in the mirror,” Manetti said, pulling Chris’ ass lips apart, showing the boy what his opened hole looked like. “Push,” he ordered and Chris bore down, and a small mushroom sprouted from his hole. At the center, the beginning of his red inner flesh peeked through. Manetti resumed methodically fisting his hole. For the next hour he put Chris through practiced paces, training him to think about nothing but being a hole. After crouching then kneeling off the bed, Manetti grew restless. Slowly he adjusted his position and slid up next to Chris parallel to his body, his head next to Chris’ open hole. The position also afforded Chris the ability to pleasure Manetti’s stiffened member sticking up right in front of him. With intense gratitude triggered by Manetti manipulating his hole, Chris sucked Manetti with an urgency of the famished. His throat opened and the whole shaft went down till his face was smothered in thick, black bush. And now Manetti, lying next to the boy, with less force but deeper penetration, could maneuver his hand easily, pushing Chris to his limits. Chris handed him the opened popper bottle to share. After his first hit, the man felt the intensity of his lust boil over, let the chemicals overtake him and felt deeper inside the kid’s colon. He traced the boy’s resisting internal muscles, teased them relentlessly with his middle finger until they submitted and he won another quarter each of Chris’ body. Methodically, while Chris nursed his cock, he gained more territory that almost took Chris to the crook of his arm. Chris ran his hand over Manetti’s arm to feel how far his forearm with inside. He felt how close he was to the man’s elbow. Carnal thoughts about Manetti raged inside. He lifted his leg like a submissive dog so Manetti had easier access, to take as much of him as he wanted. At the same time he lifted Manetti’ leg and went in search of the man’s nougaty center. It didn’t take him long to find Manetti’s spongy hole. Licking it only made it expand. The sixty-nining of pleasure drove them both to experiment. With Chris’ leg in the air Manetti felt free to pull apart the kid’s pussy, grab hold of his leg and pull out and push back in. It made Chris crazy. Chris reciprocated by finding the nightstand lube and applying it to Manetti sprouting rectum. With a slippery hand he pressed into Manetti who readily gave way. His hand easily slipped into the man, and for the first time he felt what a real sloppy hole felt like. His hand balled into a fist as soon as he entered. He was spelunking deep inside a cavern that seemed endless. There was no resistance as he passed his wrist deep into what felt like a second opening. Manetti bore down on the kid’s fist and the kid’s forearm easily slid deep into Manetti’s hairy hole. As much as he thrilled at what Manetti was doing inside him, it was compounded by how he got off watching the hairs around Manetti’s hole slide in and out with each pump he produced. They glided into each other with gratifying moans each time they crossed a new boundary. With bodies pressed against one another, their free hands ran across skin, stroking cocks, squeezing balls, running a big hand over smooth skin, running a small hand over muscled fur. They couldn’t get enough of each other. When Chris passed his elbow through Manetti’s hole, the man cried out and told Chris to pull back. Chris stopped, followed through with how Manetti had been treating him, slowly rolled his fingers across the sealed chamber that then opened like a camera lens and he passed his small hand through. Manetti eased out of Chris and fell on his back. He put one leg over Chris’ torso so the boy was at an advantaged angle to penetrate him further. Chris rolled the poppers to him. Manetti wiped the grease off the bottle cap, unscrewed it and inhaled deeply. Chris knew by now how easy it was to finger a resisting wall, feel for the blood pumping through the thin, retreating membranes, and allow Manetti to internally guide him where his hand should travel. Working together, Chris found the small opening each hit of poppers revealed. He followed the opening that unveiled new chambers his hand could conquer. When he was up to his bicep, Manetti was twitching in ecstasy to the point where he couldn’t take it. He signal for Chris to withdraw. Chris didn’t move but left his hand exactly where it was. Manetti pleaded for him to back off, but Chris laid there tranquilly. Manetti found he was starting to rut on Chris’ small arm, fighting within himself whether he want more or wanted release. In a fog, the man lifted his head to find Chris smiling ear to ear. “You little fucker,” he said to Chris, and started the long journey of extracting the kid’s arm from his body. Chris helped him to withdraw but not completely. After a number of inches of relief, Chris would go back into Manetti’s colon, which Manetti was not completely opposed to. But it soon it became a matter of will as opposed to sensation, and Manetti refused the kid’s domination. Manetti crab walked back the last of Chris’ forearm ordering him to let him go. Like a lizard losing its tail, Manetti shot off the last foot of Chris’ arm. His cock dripped with pre-cum, and where he’d dragged his ass over the sheets, there was a trail of brown mucus. “You little fuck. Get over here. Lick that up,” he said grabbing Chris’ neck, pushing him into the slime. “Lick it up, I said.” Chris did. Much too eagerly. Manetti struggled to regain dominance after surrendering his hole so completely. He flipped the kid on his back. Chris’ chest and crotch were coated in the brown sludge. From the skylight the sun shown on the kid’s stained face. He glistened in contented degraded radiance. Manetti slapped the smile off his face, pulled up his legs and stuck his cock all the way to the root in one surge. Chris grunted, but was so opened, he welcomed him inside. Manetti soon found a rhythm that included slapping the kid's ass. He soon found his breath accelerating. Chris was beneath him taking in all the pleasure of his pounded flesh. He reached up and twisted Manetti tits, which made Manetti hammer him faster and harder. The boy wrapped his legs around the man’s waist, bucked up his ass with equal fervor. As the pulse of their fucking increased, their fierce pace drawing to an inevitability, Chris took one of Manetti’s hands curled on the side of his head and placed it on his neck. He took Manetti's other hand and placed that too on his neck. Manetti recognized what the boy was asking for. Like the rough trade he’d been trained to be, he obliged. He started squeezing his neck as Chris stroked his dick with increasing desperation. Manetti was good rough trade, fuck no, he was great rough trade! He was all powerful, in control, scum fuck bad ass rough trade. He was back in the saddle, enjoying how he was abusing his bottom boy. He watched Chris' face turn bright red, watched his eyes bulge, watched him struggle silently beneath his crushing hands. Chris’ hands clasped around Manetti’s wrist, feeling the strength, their girth, the hair. When Manetti erupted inside Chris, Chris exploded over him even harder. Beneath his easing hands, the unconscious kid flopped a few time like a landed fish. The little fuck even had a smile on his face while he rasped in a daze. Manetti’s pubes rested between Chris’ hairless cheeks. As he laid on top of him, his dick draining the remains of his wad, he felt small internal clutching like he was being milked by the boy. That, too, quieted after a few moments. As his breathing returned to normal, he examined this blond hair kid’s young face beneath him. He pushed back some of his matted hair caked with shit juice. What exactly did he think he could teach this street urchin, this abused stray puppy about being hardened, about being rough? Jesus fuck, whatever the men in his family had done to him was already hard-wired in his brain. It was buried so shallow under the surface, only a scratch revealed it. Passed out, Chris’ legs slid down Manetti’s thighs and Manetti rolled off him, still hard, his chest covered in the kid’s spooge. On his back, mindlessly he traced a finger through a string of the kid’s white sperm. He tasted its warm saltiness. He followed passing clouds in the skylight, heard Chris breathing beside him. He could see both Prior brothers were fucked up, out of control, but in opposite ways. Well, he was a fuck up too, wasn’t he? Sure, he’d promised he would find Ben. He knew he could. But would bringing them together defuse Ben or detonate Chris? Or maybe it’d be the other way around. Either way he’d be in the cross-hairs, suffer the collateral damage. It was stupid to care about either of these stupid brothers. It was stupid for a hustler to even care at all. He got up to take a shower, and spied the gym bag on the nightstand. The smartest thing to do would be to swipe the kid’s bag while he was still out and roar off in his Camaro. He looked at the mess sprawled on the bed, this sprawled out filthy mess of a kid. Looking at himself in the mirror, he ran a hand through his mane. Yeah, he’d swipe the money. That was the smart move. Uncomplicate things. Make a clean break. Yeah, he convinced himself, right after a shower.

I was out of town on business. Of course, I stopped in at the baths. It was half price lockers and rooms that night. So even though it was a weeknight, the place was packed. I had a lot of fun. Sucked a couple of cocks, got fucked by a so-so guy...just to get things going, and fucked a couple of willing holes in the steam room. But I held my nut. Still, I was feeling very randy and my inhibitions, if I had any by that point, were fully suppressed. I had just finished fucking a boy and headed to the shower. And there he was...barrel chested, massive arms, broad shoulders, a bit shorter than me, red hair, blue eyes, MAJOR beard, and random tattoos EVERYWHERE that seemed to float above his pale skin. Stunning. And the fucker had a damn thick fucktool hanging between his legs and HUGE balls. Just scorching hot. He was standing there in the shower rinsing off and chatting-up who I assume was either his buddy or his most recent fuck. I wasted no time. None. Too much competition around for me to play it cool. He didn't even see me walk into the shower area. I walked directly up to him and grabbed his fat swinging meat. He turned to me. And before he could say a damn thing, I leaned in close, eye to eye, and said "Room 221...NO LIMITS. ANYTHING you fuckin want!". I held his cock and his gaze for a moment longer, letting him know I meant what I said. The look in his eyes and the feel of his fuckpole told me my message had been received. I turned and walked away before he could say a word. I went back to my room and waited. Stroking my cock in anticipation. I didn't have to wait long before he walked in, his towel dropped to the floor and so did I. I hit my knees and sucked his beautiful thick meat. He seemed to like it, but it wasn't getting him too hard. Abruptly, he turned around, put one foot up on the mattress and parted his ass. NOT what I had expected. But OK. I started licking his freshly washed fuckhole. Pink, tender, and oh so warm. I rarely eat ass, but this guy made me want it. (His being freshly washed certainly helped.) "Fuck, man - put it in me" he growled. OK...not what I was looking for, but also not a problem. As I had laid down some good spit and I was rock hard, I slid right in and pushed my entire weight against his. Be began cursing me. Actually growling. Ordering me to get on with it. Commanding me fuck him. So I did. Oh yeah...I did... I fucked him standing, bent over, legs up and a couple of other ways I cant even remember. And as I fucked him he became super hard. All the while cursing me out like a sailor. The more I long dicked him, the filthier his language, and the harder he got. And I mean, that cock was hard as steel - a nine inch wrecking bar. Suddenly, he ripped himself away from me. Quite violently, really. Then pulled me up to him. There was fire in his eyes. “Gonna pound your fuckin’ cunt!”. He spit those words at me. “Understand?!”, it was NOT a question. He smacked me hard across the face. I was stunned for a moment. He took control of my body; with absolute authority he pushed me to my knees on the rack. “Gonna split your fuckin pussy!”, he hissed as he brought his cock up my crack. I had no time to lube his cock or my hole. In a hot second he punched himself into me and was all-out pounding my hole from behind with THE HARDEST DAMN COCK I've ever taken. Sweat providing the only lube I would get. I was breathless. Overwhelmed. Pinned down by his steel rod pistoning into me without mercy, I flailed under him. He got loud - I got loud. He got louder. My senses were overwhelmed. I was sweating like I never had. The room was an oven. I opening the door. I was getting the fuck of my life and I needed to be seen...seen being used like meat. The doorway quickly filled with admirers. “Game On, Fuckhole!”, he sneered wickedly at me as his holewrecking intensifed. And he absolutely ravaged, RAVAGED, my cunt...viciously fucking me. Urgently, savagely - like a piece of meat - he yelled out “You like this, fuckhole? You like being used like a BITCH?!” He was a man posessed. He was assaulting my hole. Angry fucking with a vengeance I had never experienced. I fought to catch my breath. He slapped my ass - HARD. This was an animal charging up my hole. A force of nature, unstoppable. His rail splitter destroying my cunt. "THIS WHAT YOU WANT? THIS HOW YOU NEED IT?!”, he yelled. “Yeah...yeah...use it...take me...breed me...”, I stammered. My hole being absolutely wrecked. ”Oh you’re gonna get it, fuckhole....and you’re gonna get SOOO MUCH MORE!” As those words passed his lips, a long string of precum practically poured out of my turgid cock. I moaned at the prospect of this animal charging up my cunt. “Do it, fucker! Do it! CHARGE ME UP!!” I cried...I begged. ”You want it?! YOU WANT MY TOXIC LOAD, FUCKHOLE?!” I could tell he was barely holding it back. ”DO IT, FUCKER! PAINT MY GUTS! POZ. MY. FUCKIN. CUNT!” That’s all he needed. He dug his fingers into my flesh and he let loose an primal yell as he filled my wrecked pussy with his toxic load. Over and over he spasmed and spunked inside me. He churned his cream into me. Then he leaned in and growled in my ear, “I just fuckin’ POZZED your ass”. And that’s all it took - for the first time (in a long time) I shot a hands free load. Mind blown. I was gone. We, both of us, fell onto the rack - panting. My hole destroyed and distended. Wrecked. Beleive it or not, a smattering of applause came from the half dozen of so men watching at the door. We both had forgotten about them. “Thank you...thank you...don’t forget to tip your waitress!”, I announced as I closed the door. We had a really good laugh at that. An honest hearty bellylaugh. He was smiling sweetly through the thicket of his beard. The demon that had destroyed my hole was gone. The fire in his eyes was quenched - now a beautiful cool blue. My god he was beautiful. He pulled me against him. We lay there catching our breath. He ran his fingers on my wrecked, distended pussy...making me moan...making me whimper. We chatted awhile. Turns out; he is a natural top, actually hates getting fucked. His cursing me out? Not a show. But he can only get hard enough to fuck if he's been fucked first. Takes all kinds, huh? I told him how hot he looked in the shower, how fucking majestic his cock is, and how awesome a fucker he is. He actually blushed at that. This bull of a man BLUSHED at a compliment. Wow. All the while, his finger circled my pussylips...absently...like he owned it. And in fairness, he had every right to do so, for this bull of a man had claimed it like NO man ever had. He told me about his tats. He said he liked to my no nonsense attitude and complimented me for not pussying out on my no limits promise. That he rarely got to go balls out savage like he just had with me. He said that sheepishly. I thanked him for the recharge. He liked hearing that. After awhile, we stood...there was that awkward moment when he was about to leave. And then, he leaned in and kissed me for the first and only time...tenderly. His hand, that earlier had felt like a vise, softly caressing my face. It was a sublime moment. And then I watched as he walked down the hall, his towel draped over his right shoulder...the bare bulbs overhead causing his red hair to intermittently blaze, and his perfect white cheeks to glow as he passed under each one before turning the corner and disappearing. Neither of us asked the others’ name. I still think of my Red Bull.

Yesterday I guy who I have been chatting to on growlr came over to fuck me, he is Italian, skinny, long haired and a chef, 24 yers old, and hung like a donkey. He comes to where I work and we kiss, hes gets really hard so I suck him, deep throat him and sniff poppers, then turn around so he can fuck me, he starts roughly fingering my hole with his fingers, and is actually really quite rough, then abruptly gets a condom out of his shoulder bag, rolls it on and pushes in. He is really thick so it feels good and after ten minutes of pounding he gasps and unloads. as he pulls out, he realises that the condom has simply vanished and he totally freaks out, I run into the bathroom and push out into the toilet bowl and what comes out is scraps of condom, a huge wad of spunk and some blood. The guy is still freaking, and says, but it is ok as I dont have anything......... I tell him its fine and after he cleans up a bit in the bathroom, we kiss deeply, and I tell him how amazing he is and send him my number.

PART 6 　 We finally got up, showered and got dressed. We then packed and checked out of the room. Then we went our seperate ways. I still had no idea what had happened nor the way I was now changed forever. I arrived home, shortly, to pick up where I had left, or so I thought at the time. I tried all week to keep things back to normal and forget about that night, but could not get it out of my mind. It had been so erotic, so intense and the best sex I had ever had in my life. I literally thought about it by day and dremt of it by night. It was driving me crazy. I fould myself in the bathroom, jacking my cock and even thrusting a finger, or two or three up my ass as I had mind blowing orgasms thinking about that night. 　 By the end of the week, I could not take it anymore and tried to call Len, but found he was out of town on business and would be gone for at least a couple of weeks more. I was devastated and in terrible need. I had heard there was an adult arcade, frequented by gay men, who went there for sex. I headed there straight from work on Friday. I had no idea what to do there actually, but purchased some lube and condoms in the front and headed into the arcade to see what would happen. I entered the first booth I came to and found a hole in the wall. I looked through, but nobody was in the other booth and then the door there opened up and a guy came in. I really had no idea what to do. He ran a finger across the bottom of the hole and I figured it must be some kind of signal, but what? I just stood there not knowing what to do. Finally I heard him whispering to me. I knelt down to listen. He asked me what I was into. I told him I wanted to be fucked. He grinned and told me he would love to. I stood up and dropped my pants and turned around as he asked. I backed up to the hole and soon felt his hand on my ass, caressing it and then rubbing my hole. He was nudging myhole, when I remembered the lube, and pulled away and haned it to him. He soon had my ass slick and his finger in me. I was tingling all over. Soon I felt another finger and then another as my breathing got faster and I was soon moaning in pleasure from his fingers slowly fucking my hole and twirling around and around opening me up more and more. After a while, he pulled his fingers out. OMG, I felt so terribly empty. Soon, though, I felt a large hard pressure against my hole and knew he was trying to get his cock in me. The feeling was intense and soon I could tell he was in me and driving in deeper and deeper. The I felt the thrusting as he started to fuck me. After about 10 minutes, it all at once dawned on me that I had forgotten to give him a condom and he was in me bare. I started to pull away to get him to put one on, when he grabbed my hips through the hole and really started to pound my ass. I almost blacked out from the sensation of pleasure that erupted from this and thrust my ass back at him hard. After a few more really hard thrusts, he drove as deep in me as he could and I could actually feel his cock pulse and wave after wave of cum erupt in my used hole and then I was cumming hard too. A few more thrusts and he pulled out, and as I turned around, he told me thanks and pulled his pants up and was out the door. 　 It took me several minutes to get composed and then I was thinking what an idiot I was to have let him use me like that and dump and unprotected load of cum up my ass. What if he had something, what would I tell my wife? I got my pants back up and got out of there to go think what the hell I was doing.

This goes way back for me. I was living with my parents. I was about 21-22 and would frequent the gay chat rooms and flirt with other boys and eventually jerk off or fuck myself with my dildo. I was sort of guilty then. Not knowing who I was or whatever. I was in a situation where I still liked girls but dreamed about cock and fucking men. I literally found both sexes attractive. I remember finding a porno VHS tape in my Dad's tape stash as well. It was a guy/girl scene with this hot brunette woman with a perfect pussy and tits. But there was a part of the scene where this guy pulls his cock out and it mesmerized me. I would rewind that spot over and over an or pause it and cum to the image of his cock. I also found myself staring at his asshole when he would fuck the girl later in the video. I felt so different. One day, I was on an AOL chat room and I started talking to this guy. He was my age, seemed cool or whatever. He finally asked if we could meet. I was nervous but said what the hell. So we exchange numbers. He calls me and he wants to know where to meet. Around the corner from my parents is a forest preserve that I drive to and tell him to meet me there. After a while of waiting, I see a car pull into the parking lot. He's here. My heart starts racing. Anyway, we introduce ourselves. He's a bigger guy, and I, would be considered a twink. tall, skinny, lanky. Do we are talking and I say I have to take a piss. He says me too, so I go and pull out my cock and start pissing, he pulls out his cock and starts jacking off. So, after I finish a pee, I get on my knees and start to suck him. This is the first time I'm sucking a dick and I am loving it. I look up at him and I tell him I want to be fucked by him. I go up to him and we kiss, I zip my pants up and go to my van and grab some lube then come back. He is standing there by the park bench keeping his dick hard. It was about 6" cut, nice balls, and very clean. I pull my pants down, bend over on the park bench, rub lube on his dick and my eager hole. He slides in. This is the first time I'm feeling a real dick in me. I let out a moan. It didn't hurt really. I actually loved it. He starts to pump my ass and my cock is rock hard and flying around in the open air. I can feel I'm really nice and lubed up and I'm starting to move back on his every thrust forward. Since I'm so new to this, I didn't realize that he came already and he was fucking his cum in me over and over again. He finally can't take it anymore and then cums again!! I'm filled up with this guys seed and I feel jizz joy. It's literally like being high. Anyway, pulls me around and sucks my cock while fingering my hole which is wet from his man seed. I blast a huge load down his throat and that was that. I walk back to my van, hop into the seat and start the engine. I can feel his cum brewing in my asshole. I'm keeping my butt pinched to keep it all in. When I get home, I got up to my room and lay in my bed in my underwear. I feel weird but happy. My ass is so wet from just being fucked. The hair around my hole is sticky with cum. and not my cum! I felt dirty, I felt humiliated, I felt joy, sadness, everything. But what I most felt is generally good because I sat there to think about what happened about an hour ago, I got hard, and jerked off. He called me the next day or a few days later and left me a message I never called him back. It would be a long time before I ventured out like this again. When I did I played safe with condoms. I started to get into topping guys as well as being a bottom. I started to BB as a top with a guy I met on CL and we are still in touch to this day. He invited me over and we fucked with condoms. That same night, we fucked again but he rode my cock until I came up his ass. He was my regular for a while. Some pictures of what I've done to him are in my album. I guess the point of this story is, I think every man has a desire to dump his seed into another living thing. It's the most connecting experience you can have with someone. And I also think every man should be fucked by a nice dick at least once. It's honestly a humbling experience.

Sadly nobody gives a fuck about you and your health. It all comes down to you. When you start to waste away and the changes in your physical appearance start showing, how many of your friends, family and co-workers, general population are going to gather around you? Thought so .... not many, if any. Then what do you do? Start meds, regain some of your old self. Guess you can consider finding new poz friends, the ones that are wasting away and don’t have anyone either! I’m sorry if I’m being a total asshole. I was stealth fucked years ago, he walked away and I saw the biohazard tattoo ... took me over 10 years to get enough guts up to go get tested. I’m neg, I still fuck raw, love my ass loaded, but now I’m more selective. I start PrEP next week, we’ll the first steps towards going on it. I had 2 guys lined up last night to fuck me, they both bailed, this morning I’m shaking my head going “what are you doing?” Do do yourself a favor, go on meds, look after yourself, put YOU first. As the saying goes, “life’s to short”, if you decide not to, be honest with everyone, tell them your unmediated poz, don’t do what others have done to me. That’s totally not fair.

more than a mouthful...

perfect daddydick

Part 4 　 I headed out to my favorite bar then. For some reason, being a Saturday night, it was dead as hell. I ended up going to about 4 different bars and they were all deader than I could remember them ever being. Not a thing going on and the few girls I saw were not the type I usually went for at all. I had a drink in each bar but was just getting more and more frustrated at the lack of anything going on. I had not had sex in at least 3 weeks now and I was in need badly. The last bar I went to, as dead as they all were, I downed my drink, hit the toilet to take a well needed piss and decided to head for home. No use spending money for nothing I always thought. Arriving home, I headed in to my place, noting that the new owner seemed to still have all his company there. I went to the kitchen to get a beer and there was a knock on the door. I answered it, to find Hank standing there in his short shorts again. He said, "I hate to bother you this late, but I am about out of ice and wondered if you had any to spare or would be willing to run to the store for me to get some?" I told him, "You are in luck tonight as I just bought a bag of ice and hadn't opened it, yet. You can have it if you want." He said, "You are a life saver. I could sure use it. I will replace it tomorrow if that is ok? We are just drinking a little more than I thought we would." He then, just reached out and grabbed me and gave me a huge hug. I could feel that huge cock of his poke me when he did that. He then pulled back and said, "Sorry about that. Just overwhelmed a little by your kindness." I got him the ice and as he was leaving he said, "Hey, that offer is still open, if you want to come over and have a drink, too." With that he was off to his place. I went into my livingroom and turned the TV on and drank my beer. Then I got up to get another one and realized it was the only one I had and didn't even have a bottle of booze in the place as I had meant to pick up some on the way home with a hot date. Now, I was thirsty and nothing to drink but water, ugh. I thought about it for a couple of minutes and then decided to take up neighbor on his offer and at least I could get something to drink. I headed out the door and over there. I knocked on his door and he opened it up. He looked surprised but invited me in. He said, "I didn't think you come by, but come on in and have a drink. One of my friends is a dancer and was just going to give us a demonstration. Hope you won't mind as he gets a little erotic at times with it." I told him, "That was fine, I just found out I was completely out of anything to drink and thought I might as well impose and get a free one." He opened the door more and waved me in. I entered and found that basically everyone there had not much more clothes on than Hank did. I was somewhat overdressed after being out all evening. Hank asked what I wanted, indicating that he had quite a bit of almost anything. I told him I usually drank Rum and Coke. He said, "That is one of my favs too and always keep that around." He headed to his bar and soon had one fixed for me. He indicated a chair, telling me it was where he had been sitting but he could squeeze in next to one of his buddies on the couch, since one was going to be getting up to dance anyway. The one going to dance got up and seemed to have more clothes on than the others did. He put in a cd and told us this is the one he danced to the most. The musice started and he was soon dancing to it. He seemed to be pretty good. As the first song came to an end he was working up quite a sweat and kicked off his shoes. By the end of the second song he had pulled his socks off too and by the end of the third one he had his shirt off and was really getting into the music. As I sipped at my drink, it dawned on me that his dance seemed to be good but was also intermingled with some quite hip gyrating moves also, almost like a sexual thing. His fourth song was definitely of a hard slow beat and he was then really gyrating and moving back and forth around the room to the others and almost thrusting his hips into their faces. I finally decided he must be a 'stripper' or something like that. He was then actually pulling each guy he came to by the back of their heads into his crotch area and rubbing all over their faces. As his 4th song ended, he was back in the middle of the room, and grabbing his pants jerked on them and they came right off as they had snaps on the sides I had not noticed. He was now down to only a very small gstring jock strap. My mouth just dropped open as he had a hard on that looked to be a good 10" sticking straight up out of the top of his jock. I took a quick look over at my neighbor and he and all the others were applauding and cheering. My neighbor, stood up and I could tell that his shorts were sticking straight out and he seemed to have a hardon too. I was shocked and had forgotten, for some reason, that Hank was gay and probably all of his friends there were also. He turned to look my way and walked over the me. He said, "Oh, hell, I forgot you were straight. I didn't even think about it. Sorry if that shocked you. If I had remembered I would have warned you before he started."

CHAPTER 3 Devon felt the deep hunger of needing sex and to shoot his cum load. His hormones were running rampant causing all kinds of wild ideas to flash through his mind. His brain then focused on how his ass felt when he was being rimmed and fingered. He could not get that idea out of his mind. He shuddered. “Well, no one is to know what happened. I mean no one. I’ll know who told if I ever hear anything about this, and I’ll deny it totally.” With those words, Brad was now ready to set in motion a new path for Devon. This would be the path that would be his undoing. This would be the path that would tear his world apart and shatter it into a trillion pieces. This would be the path where I got revenge for my sister’s ill treatment. I almost screamed with glee at what I knew was going to happen now. I owed Brad big time and would pay him whatever he wanted. Brad slowly rose up. “Okay. Let’s get you in a comfortable position. You kneel on the bed hanging your feet over the side. Bend forward all the way so that you lay on the bed. That’s it; tuck your hands under your face for comfort. Now, I’m going to put a lot of lube in your ass and around the outside so that it will be easier on you. It’s just lube. It makes things slide smoothly.” Brad told me to insert slowly my lubed fingers in Devon’s ass and open it a little. With some difficulty because of Devon’s tight ass, I did as instructed. Brad then began pouring lube inside Devon after which he had me to remove my fingers and used his own to spread the lube about. “Now, how does that feel? That’s even better isn’t it?” Brad asked. Devon moaned and agreed it felt even better than when he was being fingered earlier by Brad. Brad made sure to once again knock at Devon’s prostate. That elicited a couple of gasps each time. “Now, you’ve seen the cock on James (Brad had to name me something.). It’s small enough for you to take easily. I’ll monitor everything so that you can feel how super it feels. James’ cock is a mere 7 inches so he won’t go anywhere near as deep as your cock does,” Brad announced. “Besides, all we’re doing is letting you feel how a cock in an ass feels. Nothing more.” Devon shook his head in assent. I was heady with glee as I stepped up behind Devon. Brad guided my cut 6 ½ inches to Devon’s wrinkled and tightly closed virgin opening. Brad gave me the signal to go very slow which I did. There was a tremendous resistance and Devon began growling in pain. Just as I was sure this was not going to work, the head of my cock popped through Devon’s sphincter with a loud POP. Devon jerked his head upright and yelped. Brad hurried to Devon’s side consoling him and telling him it would be okay. Brad kept his arm around Devon to prevent him from actually pulling off my cock. It was also a subliminal signal to Devon that Brad was his friend and there to help him. The pain was just an initial shock and would pass. By the time Brad finished talking to Devon, the pain had begun to fade. Brad motioned for me to begin sliding inside Devon. Brad had me to slide slowly inside for a few seconds, stop, slide backwards, stop, then, repeat the process until at last I was fully inserted inside Devon. My balls were both rolling around with excitement. I was very close to cumming. Brad orchestrated the entire process until soon enough I was fucking Devon, and he was not protesting. My mind raged at the thought of when my balls would empty their contaminated content into this bastard’s ass. I knew what I wanted to do but held myself back to make sure that Devon did not panic. As I continued to fuck Devon, Brad now began to touch Devon with caresses. Brad’s hands were all over Devon: his ears, his cheeks, his back, his sides. I saw the touches that Brad did to Devon. They were such gentle caresses that he made which no doubt soothed Devon’s nerves. Brad moved closer to Devon and began talking to him telling him how great he was doing. He asked him how he was feeling and was there any pain now. He asked if a cock in his ass felt better than fingers and a tongue. Devon moaned his feeling of contentment. He agreed that, yes, a cock felt a lot better in his ass. Devon’s voice held a tremor in it as he spoke. Brad indicated for me to up my fucking. Devon moaned long and loud as I increased my tempo. Several minutes passed as I fucked Devon. I was now really about to shoot my cum load. Brad then asked Devon if he wanted to feel what it felt like when Devon had fucked me. “You do want to know what James feels don’t you? You are curious about that now that you know what it feels like having a cock in your ass. You know you want to feel James cumming in your ass don’t you? Don’t you, Devon? You want James to pump his cum load deep in your ass. Say it, Devon. Say it!” “Yes, I want to feel James pumping his cum load deep in my ass. Please, please, please, James pump your cum load in my ass!” Devon half shouted as he shook his head. I shoved my cock as far inside Devon as I could and blasted out everything that I had in me. I filled Devon with millions and millions of my poisonous wriggling half-babies. I yelled. Devon yelled and began to gasp for air as his head swung up off the bed once more as the last of my sperm drained into Devon’s ass. I was thinking of how this bastard had so mistreated my sister. I so wanted to poz him. Brad waited until I began slowly pulling out and began again on Devon. “You liked that didn’t you? In fact, you liked that a whole lot more than my tongue and fingers, didn’t you? You liked James fucking you and fucking you until he shot his cum inside you deep. You liked that a lot, didn’t you? You want MORE cum in your ass, don’t you? You want a LOT more cum in your ass. You want my cum in there, too, don’t you? Don’t you? Don’t you?” Over and over and over Brad went after Devon until at last Devon screamed, “YES. I WANT TO BE FUCKED BY YOU AND FILLED WITH YOUR CUM, TOO!” Brad wasted no time. He jumped up from the bed pushing me out of the way. He lined up his uncut 9 ½ inches at Devon’s hole, grabbed Devon’s hips, winked at me, and plunged full length into Devon’s ass. There was such a blood curdling howl that came from Devon. He tried to pull away but Brad knew what to do and kept his cock in Devon and Devon on the bed in front of Brad. Brad began fucking Devon immediately and soon the pain ebbed to nothing. Devon once more began rolling his head and moaning his contented feeling. Brad pounded Devon’s ass viciously. I do not recall ever seeing Brad this over the top. And, then, Brad stopped. He just stopped. He said nothing. He did nothing. Minutes passed. I had no clue what he was waiting for. And, then, Devon spoke up.

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I learned last year that I was HIV positive, initially I was like almost all who become positive and that is panic and depression. After many doctors’ visits and having the many options explained I was overwhelmed and ready to give up. Then a friend of mine, who is also HIV positive, reminded me how I had made the decision to go BB and play raw in bathhouses, glory holes, cursing spots and on line for the past several years. He reminded that I had been playing raw for almost 8 years. He was shocked that after 8 years of playing with no telling how many guys raw it took as long as it did before I became HIV positive. In fact, he shook his head and called me a true bug chaser. I didn’t see it that way at first but now I realize I was. I have now embraced being positive and have decided to be the true Poz Pig that I have always been. I have chosen to go unmedicated and embrace my future. Is this wrong, thoughts anyone I am curious what others who have the same background sexually think.

This raises another good point - the size-fixated nature of cock consciousness in the gay community might have an effect on who's willing to come forward and Top, at least in group or public venues like bathhouses, where there are comparisons to be made. If a guy is on the fence about whether or not to top, and the guy next to him is Topping with a huge piece of equipment, the first guy may, regrettably and very unnecessarily, feel as though he can't "compete". Let me be the first to say, loudly, that that is ridiculous. My ass is tighter than any cock is big around, and my ass muscles love nothing better than squeezing down, so every cock fills me up. Some stretch me more, but every one of them fulfills me, no matter the size. Plus, my prostate is only so far in, and even if the cock is too short to reach the prostate, some of you cruel bastards know exactly what you're doing and can bring me to orgasm just teasing my anus with your cockhead (you know who you are, you motherfuckers... don't ever stop). I've had two or three really breathtaking examples of BBC lately (thank you very much, gentlemen) but my lifetime Best Fucks have been from quite average cocks used by master cocksmen, one just three weeks ago. He, by the way, identified himself to me as a Total Top - "I only Top," he said. "I just love to fuck." Would you complain equally that he doesn't offer up his ass as you would about a bottom who chooses not to Top? If so, you would be a fool; he is a genius at what he does, and should be encouraged to keep doing it exclusively. I realize this next point may get some pushback; please understand that I don't assume that this is true of the OP, but just a general observation. I sometimes wonder if the plaint that there are never enough Tops is a kind of sideways grumble from bottoms who felt that they did not get their fair share of cock at some event, or have been disproportionately overlooked or passed over online: Akin to the "I wish that was me" post often seen. Let's take this weekend's CumUnion in Indianapolis. Whether is was successful or not will depend on who you ask. If you ask me, fuck yes. As I mentioned above, I was fucked 24 times. I know I was not the only bottom there; there were at least three other BB bottoms there advertising their presence on BBRTS via QuickConnect ads and via the blackboard onsite... and by being open doors and asses up. (Good work, men.) I have no idea how well hey fared. You'll have to ask them. I do know that one other bottom had some luck, because the man who decided to pimp me out also lined up Tops for him, and let them use him in my room next to me tandem a couple of times. Now, if others did not get as much action as me (and there was plenty of fucking that did not involve me) I can imagine someone might grumble that it was unfair that a bottom was allowing a Top to push other Top traffic in his direction versus other bottoms; that is, the principle of unfair competition in a limited market. This misses a point. The Top wanted to whore me out. That was his groove. That was what got his mojo on. By making my hole available to him, I provided him a service, which also, incidentally, allowed me to provide service to any other Top who took advantage of it, thus fulfilling my purpose as I understand it. So, if this seems unfair to you, next time, find yourself a Top who wants to whore out your ass, bring him along, and let the Tops compete to see whose bottom can take the most cock. Better yet, have them put us in the same room and make a competition out of it. I guarantee that'll get the cocks pumping. But the thing I'm driving at is that success is the result of an active, not passive, approach. I have written about this before on other forums, but I'll summarize here; I didn't start any of this until ai was 37, and God knows I'm no Adonis. I'm not athletic, don't fit any of the usual categories of attraction, and have a face made for radio. But I've made up for a lot of lost time and had a hell of a sex life in the last 14 years just because I decided I was going to make it happen. I threw myself out there. I decided I wasn't going to care if men rejected me, I would try and keep trying, and I would never, ever, pretend to be anything other than exactly what I am. That strategy has gotten me richly laid and deeply bred, and has satisfied hundreds of Tops and Doms - I've made damn sure of it, because if they're not happy, I'm not happy. All I'm telling you is that there's nothing special about me - I'm not sexually privileged in any way, my skill with my ass is earned, not inborn. I'm not one of the Beautiful People. If I can do this, anybody can do this. You just have to want it badly enough to do the work to get it. If you wait for it to be handed to you, expect to be disappointed. But you know, that's life in general, isn't it?

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Spent last week at a hotel. one night before dinner i jumped on Grindr to see if anyone was looking. Saw a guy on 200 ft away. He was on the floor below me. no pics though. Profile said he was a thick dicked top and looking to get sucked or more. Pretty sure he was married or closeted. I hit him up and after a few messages he gave me his room number. He asked if i wanted to fuck and i said lets see what happens. i don't usually hook up without a pic or two but went for it anyway. his door was ajar when i got there. dark room but I could see him when i entered. he was tall with average looks and manly. I got busy and pulled out his cock. Wow, very thick. got on my knees and worked it and sucked him til he was very hard. then i pulled my sweats down. kneeled up on the bed and presented my ass to him. i saw condoms on the night stand but he didn't offer them to me. instead he grabbed my hips and just started rubbing his stiff cock on my hole. poking it. i brought lube and poppers so i quickly reached under and back and slicked up his cock from behind and pushed my ass back on his dick. he slowly pushed in to let me adjust to his thick cock. took a hit of poppers, arched my back good and he slid all the way in to his balls. i held him there until i was ready and then he started to fuck my hole good. Heaven. Love thick dicked men. about 5 to 8 minutes later he said he was going to cum and i told him to just cum in my ass. Beautiful throbbing dick as he blew his load in my ass. I asked him not to pull out and keep his still hard cock in me for a couple more minutes. then he pulled out. i pulled up my sweats and thanked him, kissed him and left. So hot. Went to dinner with his cum in my hole.

The doorbell rang at 8:30 PM on chilly wet Thursday evening at the start of long four-day Easter weekend in mid April. I left work at 4:00 PM that day and headed home, where, upon walking through the door, I witnessed my housemates, Chris and Will frantically rushing about preparing for a trip they had booked at the last minute to Greece. When they decided to look at going away I couldn’t get all the time off work and I would go with them later in the year. Their cases packed they ran out the house to head to the airport, closing the door behind them. I looked forward to four days of bliss and doing nothing. Will sent me a text telling me they were boarding the flight, followed by a text from Chris which read "Sorry to do this as it slipped my mind at the time. A guy called Barry may come at 8:30 PM. Please give him my apologies and I will contact him when I get back.” Typical, I thought. How typical I should be asked to clean up his messy arrangements. I had some dinner and sat down to watch a film. Chris was a bit of a put it about town guy, whereas Will quieter but still a sex maniac. I was 26 and just a normal guy at 5’8", average build, not such a sex maniac but enjoyed a good love maker. Just after the opening credits had passed, and before the main action commenced, there was a knock at the door. Opening the front door I was greeted by a male voice asking “Oh, hello, is Chris here?” “Are you Barry?” I asked. He nodded in reply, and, noticing he was wet from the rain I invited him in explaining “I am sorry but Chris is on a flight to Greece, last minute holiday booking.” As he looked and muttered thought it was to good to be true, I explained again that it was a very last minute thing. I offered him a chance to dry off and made a coffee. Barry was late 40’s 5’11” slim build with a mohican style haircut cut and goatee beard. He took his coat off and sat down as I handed him his coffee. We chatted a while and he had travelled five hours on the train and was set to spend the weekend with Chris. “That’s unusual for Chris to invite someone to stay the weekend. What were you planning on doing?” I asked out of interest. “He wanted to spend the time having me breeding him to knock him up.” Not quite fully understanding what he meant I asked him to explain it a bit more. “He wanted me to bareback fuck and shoot my toxic seed into his arse all weekend,” Barry replied. “You was going to poz him?” To my shock he nodded in affirmation. Being in his presence was quite intoxicating and dangerous I thought, still I asked “Are you heading back tonight?” “No, last train has gone.” “Well you could stay over and head back in the morning,” I offered, thinking that it should be fine. He gratefully accepted my invitation, stepped over to me and thanked me with a kiss on the cheek and a cuddle. Did I linger to long or did he as I still had my arms wrapped around him as he looked at me and smiled “Do you like to make love or fuck?” he asked, taking me by surprise. “More love making,” I replied as he gently caressed my cheek with his hand and his mouth moved towards mine he kissed me on the mouth tenderly several times. “I don’t bareback at all though,” I pointedly explained. He continued his tender kissing moving down my throat and back to my mouth where his lips parted as they rested on mine his tongue flickered in to my mouth and I was swallowed up sexual prowess. We made our way to my bedroom as he kissed me more deeply our mouths locked together as he started undressing me and himself till we stood naked. He gently pushed me towards the bed until I fell on to it, looking up at his hairy chest flowing down to a beautifully erect eight inch thick cock. I felt his cock on my lips as I gladly took the head in to my mouth licking and caressing moving up and down the shaft I noticed a slight salty taste of precum as I continued to massage his cock with my mouth. He pushed me back till I was laying flat on my back and climbed on top of me and continued to kiss me deep and slow. By now I was totally in his power and finding him more and more sexually attractive. His legs started to move mine up around his hips into the missionary position, as he did so I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my hole as my hips pushed upwards. Still lip locked he took my responsiveness as a sign I was ready as his hips gyrated positioning the tip of his cock on my hole, the pressure increased and my hole parted as his head slipped in my back arched up at the pain. His kissing arousing me even further as I felt a bigger surge of pain as he started pushing his thick shaft deeper into my arse until the searing pain stopped and I relaxed. He positioned his arm around my neck to hold my head as he moved his head towards my ear breathing hot air he whispered “I am going to make love to you properly,” he murmured, looking into my eyes as he started slow gently rocking of his hips against mine. Catching my breath I involuntarily moaned. His mouth sought mine with a new tenderness and we became one as our bodies entwined his paved quickened. The pain began to hit again as we had been making love for nearly half an hour and his hips were thrusting forward with more power and speed, he released me from our kiss as his mouth moved to me as his arm around my neck pulling me in tighter he began moaning and grunting louder and louder as his hips bucked and pounded into me. I was lost in ecstasy begging him to make love to me, he let a guttural moan “I’m breeding, yeah, I'm planting my seed in your beautiful body." His hip slammed against mine grinding away as I felt his cock give a big jolt as my arse filled with his warm seed, pulsation after pulsation of seed shooting in me as he held me tight and deep on his cock. He kissed my neck and found my mouth again as we locked together again. We lay together as he turned the light out and fell asleep. As morning came around I woke up to find him lying on his back, as I turned on to my side I felt him roll on to his side coming up behind me his arm went around my body he kissed my neck. I felt his stiff cock rubbing at my arse before he gently eased it in to my hole and pushed me on my stomach. He positioned himself and fucked me hard and rough. The discomfort I was feeling made me struggle slightly which he seemed to enjoy as he started pounding harder. As he moaned and kissed my neck as I felt his cock twitching as it released another toxic load in to my body. Laying on top of me, his cock buried deep inside, panic came over me as I considered what I had just done. Sensing as much, he cuddled me, calming me whispering sweetly in my ear “You're mine now, I own you." Completely seduced by him he asked me if I wanted him to stay until Monday as he enjoyed making love and knocking me up. Against better judgement I agreed, knowing that I was letting this real man make love to me planting his toxic seed inside me. The weekend turned out to be amazing as the sex was very spontaneous as there was no fumbling around for condoms.

LOL, I do have a cheat sheet with the list of characters to help me not confuse them

After reading posts on here. I ran out and bought a Vibrating Butt Plug! Used it right after I bought it too! Felt so good knowing I had a strangers DNA Alive kept deep inside me! I love it! Can't wait too do it again!

Well now I know what the cryptic references to Sarah Palin are that I've been seeing. In any event, I'd rather be Sarah Palin's cum dump than Judge Judy's.

Part 2 - Bend Over for Daddy I could only stare in wonder as the Uber driver fished a mammoth dick out his shorts. His cock was even longer and thicker than the one that had just bred me. In a flash I had pulled-off my pants and was grunting face down in the back seat as he mounted me and raw fucked my ass, using the fresh cum that had just filled my guts as lube. “Give me that hole,” the driver demanded as he pushed deeper, “You like black dick? Huh? Maybe I should drive you around and find some street dudes to breed you. How much you pay me for that? You’d like that? Getting creamed by anonymous dick? Anonymous black dick? Hell yes you do! Cummy ass right here - cummy hole needing some more nutt. Ready for another breeding?” I could only grunt in affirmation and pleasure as he spurted his load and doubled my total for the morning. There’s just something fucking hot and amazing about a man who does not even ask about using a condom, but who just whips out his raw dick expecting a bottom will take it then, there, and anyway he wants. I was definitely game for that. The Uber driver grabbed some paper towels from underneath the front seat, wiped up a few streaks, leaned back, powered the window down a little and lit up a cigarette to enjoy that post-orgasm chill. I left my pants off, but put them under me so I would not spot the leather seats, and sat there gently playing with his semi-hard dick while he chilled and smoked. His dick would twitch, drool, get a little hard, then soften again as I touched and stroked it. I was eager for more and focused on working him back up when there was a sudden rapping on the window and I about pissed myself and said, “SHIT!” The Uber driver eased the window down a crack more and saw the guy from the house that had fucked me. His head turned at an angle so he could see in, “Yo slim, saw you were still here and lit up. Thought I might ask to take another crack at that as I got some more daddy juice to spill. You up for killing a few?” He then pressed his face close to the window so all I could really see was his mouth as he said more quietly, “Chill like a couple of real nasty Gs? Do that homie down low thing?” The Uber driver laughed, “Yeah man, sure,” then turned to me and said, “Scoot over.” He then reached into my pants, pulled out my phone, handed it out through the window to the daddy on the sidewalk, “Just so you don’t any ideas. I’m your ride remember.” The daddy stood by the car as we both got dressed, then climbed out of the backseat. Positioned between the two of them as we walked up the broken walkway, I asked “Don’t I get a say in this?” They both looked at each other, at me, and busted out laughing like I had just said the funniest joke ever. When we got inside the Uber driver asked where the bathroom was so he could piss. As his stream echoed off the porcelain, I asked our daddy host, “Do you guys know each other or what? I mean you said hi to him when he dropped me off and now...like how do you know he’s cool with...you know.” Daddy laughed as he paused, stripped, grabbed a crumpled box of cigarettes and tapped out a fresh one, lit up, inhaled and replied “Naw, but we from the same hood. Seen him around here and there and when I looked out and saw his car still parked, well - I knew he was a brotha that’s into sloppy seconds and freak shit and up for some more creep-and-roll. Now get the fuck out of them clothes and BEND OVER FOR DADDY!” I was getting naked when the Uber driver came out, “Hey slim,” the daddy host said as he waved the driver out of the room and into the kitchen. I could hear them speaking in hushed tones and was tempted to edge closer to the door to try to hear, but then they came back in. The Uber driver unzipped his pants, sat on the edge of the couch, lit up a cigarette and said, “Get that mouth down here. I need some sloppy head.” I eagerly bent forward, resting my hands on his firm thighs as I started to slurp on his hefty shaft. The daddy had shucked his pants back off, walked around us, dug around in the pile of filthy clothes on the couch and hauled out a couple more black, dirty caked socks and chuckled as he held them up to the light to inspect them. He then reached down onto the floor and grabbed the t-shirt I used earlier to wipe myself off, which he tossed to the Uber driver. The driver held the shirt up to his face, inhaled, “Oh yeah, smells like used pussy. I dropped a hefty nutt in there, so you don’t need no lotion man.” The daddy dropped the bottle of lotion back onto the floor that he had been preparing to slather me up with and with my throat busy, the daddy grabbed my hips and slammed into my open hole. I lifted off the driver’s dick, “Fuck me with that raw dick!” I pleaded, “I want all the dick you can give me.” In reply the Uber driver said, “SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SUCK THAT DICK!” while the daddy banged me, priming my engine with that BBC oil. The daddy handed the Uber driver the filth-matted socks and he immediately knew what to do. First he reached around and set his cigarette on an ashtray amidst the trash on the couch, then he held the back of my head firm with his left hand and with his right, wadded them up under and over my nose so the only way I could breath was to inhale the sharp, ripe, rank. I started gagging, sputtering through the spit onto his dick, which made him just press the socks tighter, and which made the daddy slam my hole harder. The Uber driver gripped my head, forcing the socks into my nostrils, cutting off all fresh air. I gagged and wretched. Apparently taking some pleasure in my discomfort, the driver demanded “Fuck, yeah, smell that shit! Chew it up. They stink to fuck'in bad! Come on, make them pussy walls talk. if you scrape them right they'll chatter back. Long dick that shit! It's good and wet for you. Fill that hole up. How 'bout we 'gag the fag? Open that mouth. Don't fuckin' fight. Mutha-fucker, I said 'Open that mouth'! If you bite my fingers I'll knock the living shit out of you. Now, goddammit, open that mouth! That's right. Choke on them dirty man socks. Fuck yeah. That shit's nasty! Gag on it, bitch! Wretch. Bet that wasn't the first black you was expecting in that throat, hug? Oh, no you don't. No breathing through that nose. You work that mouth. Only through your mouth. Swallow that filth. HERE THAT BRO? HE TRYING TO GAG UP IN THEM SOCKS - SO MAKE THAT ASS BOUNCE AND CLAP - COME ON FUCKER - SLAM THAT SHIT - POUND IT OUT - BITCH SHAKING GOOD - WANT ME CHOKE THE BITCH OUT? THAT’LL MAKE THAT HOLE CREAM ALL OVER YOUR DICK - COME ON G, FUCK IT - FUCK IT - FUCK IT - YEAH G - NUTT IT GOOD - THERE GO - HELL YEAH I HEAR THAT PUSSY GETTING WETTER - YOU FILLING IT UP MAN? CHRIST YEAH!” The daddy grunted and groaned as he bred me and I continued to struggle to breathe through the unclean air filters stuffing my throat. Once his bone was dry, he slid out. The Uber driver released his grip on my head and I stood up and reached to take the now slimy socks from my mouth. I got slapped hard, “No you fucking don’t,” the driver said. He reached down and picked up the dirty red t-shirt back up. Our daddy host plopped himself in the middle of the couch, lit a cigarette, and let out a contented sigh. The Uber driver stood behind me, spun the t-shirt into a cotton binding then wrapped it around my mouth and head, tying it tight. “There,” he said proud of his MacGyver styled handiwork, “Time to put those dirty socks on another spin cycle in that mouth. I want to hear you trying to puke that grit and dirt back up because it ain’t going nowhere so bend the fuck back over and bury that head in them dirty clothes, no one needs to be seeing you, all I need is that hole.” With that, I was unceremoniously upended, my hole jammed with a new, raging boner, and as he took advantage of me all I could do was struggle to keep my breathing focused. The blackened cotton in my mouth was mixing with the filth and saliva to create the foulest punishment. My stomach and throat wanted to push it out, but the tied t-shirt around my head ensured it stayed in place and stewed and brewed. The Uber driver was banging my ass hard when we heard a voice from the front door, “Hey bro, got your text. What’s...OH DAMN!” The driver paused, I set my hands on the couch arm to try to push myself up and got my head slapped, “Where the fuck you going?” I felt the couch move as the daddy host got up, I heard hands clasp, then he said, “Yo slim, this my neighbor Coop. Told you he’d be up for it.” More greetings made, then the new voice said, “Bro - you know the deal with this shit.” Our host said, “Yeah, yeah, fucking chill man. Hang on.” I then felt him rummaging in the pile of dirty clothes. He then pulled another t-shirt over the top of my head but instead of pulling it down over my body, twisted and wrapped it so it so it was like a hood with the neck hole positioned over my nose/mouth. He then took a belt and wound it around my neck and cinched it so my homemade gag and hood wood stay in place. Once his handiwork was done, the driver - who’s dick was still buried in my ass and I could feel the blood in it pulsing - said, “Why they call you Coop?” Before our new guest could answer, the daddy laughed and said, “Cause he be fucking the grannies around here for nothing more than a handful of grocery coupons with that magnum freak dick of his so we call him Coop for short.” All three of the BBCs laughed. The laughter was cut short as I heard a zipper. The Uber driver whistled and cursed. The daddy said, “And that shit ain’t even hard yet,” and Coop added, “You know there’s no worries on that front. See - it’s already coming to life seeing you got this freak’d out craziness happening and I can smell that creampied ass from here. That’s good cause you know I don’t wear fucking condoms and only fuck raw. So he’s good with that?” The other two laughed, “Like he has a choice?” Hmmm - just what I wanted to hear. The Uber driver yanked his dick out of my swollen, used hole. I grunted from the shock of being left gaping and the frustration of not being stuffed. He then took both hands and spread my ring open like he was trying to peek inside a clam shell, “See? Fucking slut right here and let both of us just climb right in raw and dawg it out. All that nicca milk, coating them guts, but I’m about ready to bust again - you down for that?” Coop quickly answered, “Hell yeah, let’s get it on!” I heard some rustling, a few quips, our host turned up the volume of the porn flick a little to which Coop said, “Yeah, luv hearing them bitches cry as they get dicked down.” The Uber driver - or maybe it was the daddy host - I was not real sure at that point, grabbed my right arm and walked me closer to the TV. I figured they would have me get on the ottoman or something, but no. I was guided so I stepped over someone lying on the floor as my left foot brushed his rib cage as I stepped across him. I was then made to kneel and get on my hands and knees - on all fours doggy style - over the body on the floor, which I knew was Coop when he said from underneath me, “Jesus, there’s nicca nutt coating them balls like glaze on a Krispy Kreme,” before he proceeded to start licking and slurping on my nut sack. That shit makes me squirm - can’t help it - have very sensitive balls - but that clearly did not bother him as he smacked, suckled, slurped, and rolled my balls around his mouth like he was shooting 8-ball corner pocket. The Uber driver smacked my head, “Put that face down there, get a feel for what’s coming.” I blindly bobbed my head around like I was dunking for apples at a Halloween fair, not sure what the fuck he was talking about. I then bumped into something long, thick, stiff - Coop’s fucking dick. I paused and the driver chuckled, “Fucking right. Nicca’s got that 12-inch eggplant. You think we busted that cootch open? Fuck no. G is swinging that king dick hole wrecker. Too bad you can’t taste it.” I could only grunt and moan in frustration and awe at what he said as the filthy sock gag in my mouth and t-shirt hood made anything else impossible. I felt hands position themselves on my lower back, then grunted as a big dick slid in my wet hole. The Uber driver started banging my ass again then paused as Coop’s mouth moved from my balls, followed the skin trail back towards my hole, and with a shift of his body underneath mine, he started lapping at the base of the driver’s shaft as he fucked me. “FUCK YEAH - WORK THAT TONGUE. TASTE THAT PUSSY AND DICK MIX - HAPPY TRAILS RIGHT HERE. YOU TRYING TO TASTE THAT DEEP TANG? YEAH? SCOOT BACK A LITTLE MORE - HELL! YOU GOT A MOUTH ON YOU BRO - LICK IT CLEAN SO I CAN DIRTY IT UP AGAIN - FEED YOU THAT HOLE NUTT.” It took me second to guess what was going on, but as Coop has adjusted his body and as his monster dick bounced and danced around my head I figured out he had moved on from just orally working my hole, to sucking the Uber driver’s dick. Coop was tasting my ass - freshly fucked as I coated the driver’s dick. Back and forth the driver went - full length into my arched ass, then dropping down a little to gag Coop. Frankly, tops who suddenly become dick suckers because a big dick is nearby is usually a turn off, but Cop’s donkey dick promised things to come so while he gargled and slurped I could only moan in frustration wishing I could remind them both that load was for my ass - not Coop’s throat. Our daddy host - who must have been back on the couch smoking, chimed in and said, “Yeah, Coops got some mad throat skillz too.” Clearly more than the grannies in the neighborhood were getting serviced. “HERE IT COMES - READY TO SEED THAT WHITE PUSSY AGAIN - LEMME FEEL THAT TONGUE TOO - YEAH - GET READY TO SLURP MY SHIT BECAUSE I GOT ANOTHER NUTT SACK FULL OF CUM - GONNA BLOW IT DEEPER IN THAT HOLE - YOU BETTER GET A STRAW G CAUSE THIS SHIT IS GOING DEEP - FUCKING HELL! BREEDING THAT ASS! RAW DAWGING IT! UGH - UGH - U...YEAH! OPEN THAT MOUTH, IT’S GONNA COME RUSHING OUT WHEN I PULL BACK.” Gagging and slurping filled the room as Coop cleaned off the driver’s dick and then went to town sucking at my gaping hole. He had a fucking Hoover mouth and as he cleaned up the creampie his dick swelled and got as straight and stiff as a Redwood. Coop stopped his deep tongue action, pushed at me; I rolled off to the side and heard him get up. I worked my tongue around the slimy-filthy-cotton-mass in mouth and inhaled through my nose. I would never get the taste or smell out! “I need to put something long and hard in that ass,” Coop warned. I stood up. Multiple hands grabbed me, feet entangled as I was wedged between two legs. Warm hands grabbed my hips, “Here,” Coop instructed, “Put one leg over mine, then the other, I want you to straddle me - don’t worry, I got you. Get in that cowgirl position - time for some black bull dick making you taste some nutt from the back door.” I wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but he and both the daddy and the Uber driver got me into position. In my mind I could see Coop sitting on the ottoman, me straddling his legs, my torso facing his. Coop guided me as he lined up his jumbo 747 for my runway, “That’s it, squat some more, put your arms on my shoulders and hands around my neck - that’s it. Don’t worry, my Gs are holding you up - you won’t fall, I got you too. You trust me? Huh? That’s right - you a good pussy hungry for dick. Good thing these homies opened that cunt up - otherwise - THIS - MIGHT - HURT!” As if he had said, “On 3” all at the same time, he pulled me downwards with his hands, the driver and daddy pushed me down from my shoulders, and Coop slammed up with his hips. The result? Well my ass split and even with all that cum his 12-inch Mandingo dick tore me open like a zipper as he raped my ass. My cries of pain were muffled in the dirty socks in my mouth and the t-shirt hood covering my face pulsed as my breath quickened. I tried to push off from his chest but Coop’s dick had impaled me like a spit through a pig and now he planned to roast and baste me. His two accomplices reached under my arms and lifted me up a bit - Coop slammed his hips up again - my hole split more - he moaned, I cried - they dropped me. I was gutted. Over and over they raised me back up and dropped me back down. All resistance broken, all flesh scorched and burned as Coop broke my walls down into utter destruction. Once Coop was buried as deep as he could go, he leaned back a little and I could hear him sucking someone’s dick again. Damn! I wanted that! I mumbled into the rags in my mouth, to no avail. Having got the taste he wanted, Coop sat up, “Aiight. Ease up off it - that’s it - stand all the way up. Here - turn around and sit. OK, now lean back - you OK. See? You’re on the stool. Scoot forward a little - good - good.” I was on my back on the ottoman and as Coop adjusted my body, the other two Gs started slapping their dicks across my hooded face and talking shit - the warm up for the grand finale as Coop pushed his 12-inches in. One voice mixed into another - yet the message was clear: “SLAM THAT BOSS DICK IN THAT PUSSY!” “MURDER THAT MAGNUM DICK WITH THAT SLOPPY CUNT - RIDE THAT RED BONE” “THAT HOLE DONE YET?” “TUCK THEM KNEES BACK - TIME TO GET THAT WOMB WRECKED!” “HUNGRY PUSSY FOR NICCA SEED - SLURPING THEM BABIES - FUCKING WHORE!” “SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LET INTRUDERS RAID YOUR HOME?” “PUSSY BLEEDING FOR IT GOOD NOW - THAT’S IT - TAKE THIS MOTHA-FUCKIN-DICK BALLS DEEPS - READY TO BREED IT - READY TO FILL IT WITH HOT NUTT!” Some time later the Uber pulled over to the curb. The driver put his right arm across the back of the front seat, turned, smiled and said, “How bout I help you inside? You look a little worse for wear. Maybe I should stay with you for a while, make sure you OK.” Yeah, the weekend was turning out alright after all. I smiled. Then he snapped his fingers, smirked and said, “Oh yeah. I almost forgot. You asked me to drive you around and find some street dudes to fuck you. What say we go grab your wallet and head out. I know just the place to get that hungry hole stuffed with more anonymous, black dick. Who knows? Maybe I’ll decide to tap that hole some more too.” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

The Graduate Assistant This is a completely fictional story. It has no basis on reality what so ever. It was a sunny August afternoon at a Midwest midsize university and Matt is pulling on to campus to start a new chapter in life as a graduate student and a graduate assistant. As he is half listening to the gps give him directions to his new apartment, he is checking out the campus, its buildings, scenery, and the people walking around. He pulled up to his new apartment building, well new to him. The building was built in the early 1900’s, while it is old it is still in decent shape, a real diamond in the ruff. The detail and beauty of the architecture is what sold Matt on the building, that and the location right off campus and low price. He was renting a one bedroom one bathroom apartment on the top floor; it had a great view of the campus. Like the building the apartment was rough but he liked it. He spent the next few hours with help from his parents, which pulled with the moving truck a few minutes after him, unloading and moving his stuff into the new place. After moving in, Matt and his parents went out to a local restaurant for some dinner. The food was good and the conversation fun, Matt would be sad to see them go, but he was ready for this new experience. Around 7 they finished up their dinner, said the goodbyes, and parted ways. Once Matt got home he started to unpack, straighten out the apartment, etc. He needed to get the bulk of the unpacking done that first night because he had to start his orientation and job duties the next day. It took him till almost 11 to get things done. He was tired from the long day and unpacking but he was not able to sleep. He was to excited to sleep. He figured a good workout would help him sleep. He got his gym bag packed and drove to the student recreation center/gym. Matt was a pretty fit and pretty good-looking guy. He was 6’0 tall, 170 lbs, had a four pack, good pecks, broad shoulders, and a nice tan. He had deep blue eyes, sandy brown hair, and wore glasses. He was the cute nerd type and had never really had problems getting a date. To keep his body in that shape he worked out 5 days a week and jogged every day. The thing about working out was that it always made him horny. It was late and the gym was pretty deserted. He worked out for about and hour then headed to the locker room to shower. As he was stripping his wet gym shorts off when a man a few years older then Matt, who had just turned 23 a few months earlier, walked out of the sauna in just a towel. They did the obligatory head nob as they passed each other. Matt checked the guy out as they passed. The mystery guy was in good shape. He was slightly taller then Matt, had more muscle tone and bulk, had red hair, green eyes, and a nice bump in the front of his towel. Matt got into the shower room, which was laid out with 6 circular shower poles, each with 4 heads. All of them were empty so Matt just grabbed the nearest one. As he started to soap up the mystery man walked in naked and started to use the shower across from Matt. As the he turned on the shower he introduced himself to Matt. “Hi, I am Adam, how was your workout?” “Hey, Matt here. It was a pretty good workout. Felt good to stretch and move after a long day of unpacking. How was your steam?” “It was good, I always enjoy a good steam after a hard workout. I saw you checking me out, so you into guys?” Matt fought to keep his mouth from dropping, and he was at a loss of what to say. He never met anyone so forward in his life. He now noticed that Adam was slowly stroking his cock and it was semi-hard, and he was already 6 inches long. Finally Adam stopped the silence, “ I can tell you do, you are sporting some major wood there man.” As Adam was saying this he moved from his showerhead to the one next to Matt. As he came up to him he reached down and grabbed Matt’s 7.5 in cut cock and started to stroke it. As Matt was about to say something Adam started to French kiss him and rub their bodies together. Adam’s cock was at full mass now and was at least 9 in long, uncut, and thick. Matt broke the kiss and said, “Wow this is great but wont we get caught?” “Don’t worry, no one every is in here this late and if some one does come in I am sure they will enjoy the show.” Adam whispered as he licked Matt’s neck and bit on his ear. He pinched Adam’s nipples and ran his hand up and down his cock and balls. Adam lowered himself to his knees and started to lick up and down Matt’s shaft and balls, then took his head in his mouth. He slowly took Matt’s shaft in his mouth till he was balls deep and proceeded to give Matt the best blowjob he had every had. Adam must have been a mind reader because as Matt was getting close he stopped the blowjob and came up to kiss him. As they made out Adam asked, “Do you want to fuck my ass?” Matt could think of nothing better then fucking a tight ass right now. He moaned as Adam took his nipple in his mouth. Adam took the moan as a yes to his question and turned around and positioned Matt’s cock head at his hole. He started to slowly inch Matt’s cock into his ass. Matt responded by slowly starting to move his hips back and forth, and then started to pick up speed. Matt started to pound harder as he kissed Adam’s neck and ear. Adam bent over holding onto the shower pole and arch his back as Matt really started to pound away at his ass. Matt varied his strokes. Long and hard, deep and slow, shallow and swift, all the way out then a fast plunge balls deep. All the while both men were moaning and talking dirty to one another. It was a wonder the front desk clerk didn’t hear and come and break it up. Matt had always had great stamina, but after about 20 minutes of pounding he had to warn that he was close, “Man I am about to cum.” As Matt was about to pull out Adam reached back and grabbed his ass and pulled him back into him. That final plunge was the last straw; Matt blew his load deep in Adam’s ass. Adam felt Matt’s cock grow and spasm. Then the warm tingle of cum came in his ass. He had been stroking the whole time he was getting pounded and the feel of Matt reaching his climax made him shoot his load all over the tile floor. It felt so great for both of them. Adam pulled off Matt’s softening cock. He turned around gave Matt a kiss and thanked him. He did a quick rinse and walked out of the shower. Matt was kind of shocked, but happy. He finished his shower and walked to the lockers. He was the only one in the locker room. No sign of Adam anywhere. He looked for him as he walked to his car but no sign. He hoped to run into Adam again and maybe get a number. It was a top ten fuck for him, he defiantly wanted another time with him. He got home in a few minutes, walked to his apartment, went straight to his room, stripped, set the alarm for 7 am and fell into bed. He was asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

I am a whore. I’ve always been a whore. I live for sucking cock and taking then raw up my ass. I live for cock and everything that comes out of cock. I was born for cock. I’ve been this way since I was a teenager. My dad caught me shoving things up my ass and decided he needed another hole to fuck besides Mom. I begged for his cock. Mom caught us fucking and freaked out. She divorced him so it was just the two of us. I didn’t care. I just wanted his cock as much as I could get it.
 
 I loved going to school with his loads inside me. I knew I was a hole. There was nothing I liked better than realizing his cum was dripping out of my hole midway through the morning. I didn’t care if anyone saw the wet spot on the ass of my pants. I wanted them to see it so they would know how much of a cum slut I was. Men realized that I was a cumdump at that point. A couple of times men smelled the cum on me and pulled me into stalls in bathrooms and bred another load into my cunt. In the mall, at school, in the park. But I didn’t care. I always wanted another load in my hole.I knew I could never say no to cock in my pussy. The only words I knew were “harder” and “breed me.” Dad loved it when I would come home with more cum in my hole than I’d left the house with.
 
 One day I came home from the mall with two extra loads in my pussy that weren’t there when I left (horny, fat dicked DILFs taking a break from their wives by breeding me in the bathroom) and Daddy showed me the profiles he had created on Scruff and Grindr for me. He told me that he was arranging for new men to use my pussy. I think he really got off on whoring out his own son, and I certainly wasn’t going to argue. More cock meant more cum in my cumdump. It just showed how much Daddy loved me and knew what I wanted. Daddy loaded the apps onto my phone so I could respond directly to the men who wanted to breed me.
 
 The handle was DaddysCumdumpWhore. He sure knew just how to describe me. 
 
 I was standing there naked in my room and saw his fat cock in his shorts. I leaned down and unbuttoned them and the cock that made me sprang and slapped me on the face. “You always want my cock in your pussy son?,” he leered at me, knowing I couldn’t say no. “First, better lick up the stranger cum that’s leaking out all over the floor. Don’t make a mess, you fucking whore.” I leaned down and, sure enough, drops of precious cum were leaking out of my ass. I licked them up off the tile, and immediately hopped on the bed and stuck my ass in the air. “Please Daddy?”
 
 Daddy leaned down and I could feel his beard on my cunt. He started licking my cummy hole and making me moan and push my ass back onto his sexy, bearded face. 
 
 “How many loads did you get at the mall, baby boy?” 
 
 “Just two daddy, one of them was really hairy, and had a really fat cock. I thought we were going to get caught, I was moaning so loud and begging him for his cum. Lucky that one bathroom where you fucked me the first time has a lock and only one toilet.”
 
 “I taught you well how to be a slut, son. Fuck baby, it tastes like he shot a two week load of sperm inside you.”
 
 Daddy leaned up and kissed me, giving me a nice thick load of sperm that, moments before had been inside my well bred cumdumpster. This was what I lived for. Daddy spit some of the cum out onto his hand and rubbed it over the head of his fat uncut dick and shoved it all the way inside me with one push. I moaned loudly and said “thank you Daddy! Fuck I love it when you ram it into me hard. Now breed me hard, use those strangers’ cum to lube up my cunt. I always need a hard fuck from you Daddy!”
 
 He was still ramming his dick up my ass when, 15 minutes later, the first guy responded to one of my online profiles,. Daddy stopped fucking me with his cock shoved all the way inside my cunt. I was in love with Daddy’s cock. He grabbed my phone off the bedside table and looked at it. “Fuck yeah, that will do.” He handed me the phone and there was a picture of a sexy boy my age, leering at the camera. He had a buzz cut, and a beard and his chest was really hairy for a 20 year old.
 
 I touched the button for the messages and read his:
 
 “Hey piggy, you look like you would be fun to breed. When can we get together so I can shove my cock up your ass?”
 
 Well. That was direct. Daddy read the message over my shoulder and laughed. “He doesn’t beat around the bush, does he son? Tell him you’re available in 15 minutes when your Dad finishes breeding your cunt.” He tossed the phone on the bed and started to ram my cunt really hard, heading for the finish line, while I begged him for his load. “Please cum in my pussy, Daddy! It needs your cum so badly. Fuck I love you Daddy! I need your load so much!!”
 
 “Fuck I love having such a whore for a son. Here you go piggy,” and with that he rammed his cock all the way inside me, hard, and I could feel his cock throbbing, squirting a huge load of the sperm that made me, up into my cunt.
 
 As soon as my Dad came in my ass, he collapsed on top of me and we spooned for a minute, but then he reminded me that I needed to respond to the hot hairy boy who wanted to breed me. I grabbed my phone and told the guy that my Dad has just freshly fucked a load into my ass and he could be next. All he had to do was send me his address.
 
 “Fuck dude! Your Dad fucked your hole? REALLY? SO fucking hot. Be here in 15 minutes!” He gave me his address. I shoved a buttplug up my ass, pulled on my jock and shorts, gave Daddy a kiss and jumped on my bike to head out.
 
 I got to the apartment building where Dean said he lived, locked up my bike and knocked on the door. The door opened and there he was. 20 years old, tall and lean and covered in body hair. He was wearing just a baseball cap and shorts and clearly no underwear. He grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. 
 
 “You party, pig? I’m already kinda high. Let’s get you spun and see what happens.”
 
 “I’ve never done that before. What’s it like?”
 
 “Oh baby, we’re gonna get you fucked UP. Hey boys, the pig hasn’t partied before!"
 
 As we walked into the living room, I could see that he was talking to three other guys, all in their early 20s. All of them were sitting watching porn, stroking New Whore Story.pdf

Hey guys, Vers. & masculine guy with a unique fetish for homeless guys. From time to time, I've found myself very much attracted to rough trade, & the odd scruffy guy whom is sleeping rough on the streets or in a shelter, the odd ex-con, as well.. Have actually met the odd guy down on his luck in the past, helped him out with a place to crash the odd time, grab a shower, offer up my hole or mouth to him if he needed a good b/j or needed to fuck a cum hungry ass, maybe tag team a btm with me.. Or switch from top to btm, etc. Actually had an old room-mate whom was an ex-con.. I had met whom was originally from the streets. Helped him get back on his feet. ( And no, never got hurt, or had any stuff missing. ) Anyone know of some places in Calgary where a guy might go to find a guy down on his luck ? Any streets where they're known to hang out around ? Any spots I should know about ? Wondering if a helpful Calgarian might give me a few constructive pointers & heads up, etc.. Oh, & if the replies were to be free of toxic sarcasm, insults, & other miscellaneous bullshit, I'd like to thank you in advance for your co-operation. Peace.

I had been going to a certain bathhouse for a while and was getting very bored there. It seemed that either I was just too picky or the guys there were just too old for me. But this particular night was different. I went after finishing my finals at school. I was mentally fatigued but physically excited. Horny is a better word. I decided that I wanted to get a little crazy. So I clean myself really well. I also used my fingers to get myself ready for my ass to be filled with something special. I even got out a butt plug and put it in me for a while to loosen things up even more. As I drove there, I started to get nervous about what I was doing. I was questioning myself about doing it with guys. I had only been with a few guys before but something inside me really did enjoy it. When I got there I sat in my car. I was once again nervous and have second thoughts about going in. Then I saw a few good-looking guys go in. That made me feel better and actually excited me too. I went in and changed out of by clothes. I walked around the place after I showered. Of course as always things were slow and boring. I then went in the back part, where there are some glory hole rooms. There were a few guys cruising the halls back there. I walked around and then went into a room (booth) that had holes on both sides. I sat down and waited. After a minute or two, a guy came into the room to my left. I waited and then I stood and put my cock thru the hole. He touched me and then began sucking. It was nice but I wanted something more. I sat back down. Then his cock came thru the hole. At first I was reluctant to do anything. I can be a brat about things. As I sat there I start touching his cock. It was nice but I knew this was an older fat guy. Then another cock came thru the hole on the right side of me. This cock was beautiful. It was a black guy and I think I just have this fantasy that their so sexual. Here was 8-inches dangling in my booth and it wasn't even hard. I turned and began caressing it. Then that cock started growing. It was so hot and as it got harder, I heard him tell me to suck it. Normally no one says much of anything in this place. His cock was now sticking straight out and was at least nine plus inches in length and that was just on my side of the wall. I couldn't even put my hand all the way around it. I leaned over and tasted him. I was licking the head of this strange cock, then I wrapped my mouth around it and sucked it in my mouth. I was surprised to find that I could actually get my mouth around him. I licked and continued sucking him. It was incredible. I had huge butterflies in my stomach. At times I tried to get him so far in, that my mouth seemed like it was going to tear open. I wanted him all the way down my throat. I tried to deep throat him but I started to gag. He would push up against the back of my mouth. It was like he was fucking my mouth and I was loving it. I had never been so turned on. My cock was hard and throbbing. I have always liked sex with women, but this was totally different. I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Then suddenly from the other glory hole opening, another guy started saying things, too. He would say, "suck that cock, eat that dick, get it wet." "That's right get it in there, lick him good." I found that it made me even hornier. I liked hearing this guy telling me what to do. Then he was saying that I had a great ass. That he wanted it. He told me to put my ass against hole so he could lick it. He said he wanted to fuck me. He began touching my ass as I kept sucking that huge dick. He then put his finger in me and he said, "How hot and sweet it must be." I wanted him to lick me. I stopped sucking and put my ass up against this other hole. The guy started licking and rimming me. It felt so good. I looked back over to see about the other guy with the giant cock, but it was no longer there. I then turned around and got on my knees to pay attention to this new guy. He put his dick in the hole and I placed him in my mouth. This cock was large but after sucking the other cock this was much easier on my mouth. He tasted so good and he had a wonderful musky smell. I could taste his honey coming out of his hole. As a licked and sucked away, the door to my booth suddenly opened and this guy came right in. I was shocked because this had never happened before. I stood up to protest. This guy was 6'2", built like a football player and I'm only 5'7". He pushed himself up against me. His hard cock brushed up against my own hard dick. I looked up at him and he was gorgeous, his beautiful black skin was wet with perspiration. He had a big smile on his face. His dick was so hard as it poked me in the stomach and chest. I looked down at it and it was the same cock I had been sucking before. But it seemed to be even bigger now. I started to say something to him about getting out but he bent over and started kissing me on my mouth. I had never been kissed by a guy before. I was both shocked and excited. He then put his tongue in my mouth and I started sucking his tongue. It felt like this was so right. My legs were shaking. He sat down and I immediately went down on that beautiful cock of his. I could not think of anything else at this time. I now had my back to the door and was on my knees gobbling up that massive prick. The door opened once again and another guy came in. I didn't even turn around. All I wanted was this cock that was in my mouth. The guy that came in started rubbing his cock on my ass. It also felt so good. I was sucking the giant cock and wanted to get fucked too. The guy was now sliding his cock between by ass cheeks and under my balls, it felt great. This went on for a little while. But the guy I was sucking told me that he wanted to fuck my tight little ass. I could not think how that thing could even fit inside me. He turned me around and began lick my tight little hole. His tongue felt so good in my hole. He got me real wet and then pulled me down on to lap. He then pushed his cock against my hole. It wouldn't go in at first but then he got out some lube and rubbed it inside me. Then he tried again to put that huge cock inside me. It felt so hot and his cock was leaking his fluid, then he put the head inside me. I started to push back from him when suddenly there was a popping sound and his cock was now totally in me. All nine plus inches worth. It was so incredibly hot. I almost passed-out, I don't know if it was from the pain or the pleasure of it. He would take hold my hips and raise me up and down on that monster cock. The other guy was now knelling down and watching that giant black dick slide in and out of me. He was like a cheerleader. I must tell you that he was a very cute black guy as well. He was about my size and weight. He started to lick and play with my cock as the guy fucked me up my ass. Then the guy let out a moan and sent a flood of warmth inside me. He was coming and I loved it. I could not believe how wonderful that felt. I was so excited that I squirt my load into that hungry mouth on my cock. The guy in my ass pulled out of me and left the booth. I sat there for a moment trying to catch my breath. The small cute black guy took me by my hand and told me to come with him to his room. I went with him to his room. Once inside he got down behind me and actually started licking my ass. God it was the best. He was feltching (eating) that cum out of my hot throbbing ass. It was so exciting. He then laid down and I started to get his dick hard and wet with my mouth. I was licking him from his tip to his sack and back. I was like a bitch in heat. I just love the way a black cock looks and feels. It seems that they taste so good. I then got on top of him and slid his dick inside my ass. It was like my ass was inhaling his cock. I rocked back and forth and up and down. I fucked him so good. This was totally hot. I was now like a different person. I couldn't get enough. When this guy came inside me, it was like a volcano. I could not believe how long and how much this guy pumped inside me. I sometimes think that he was pissing in me. It was the hottest cum I had ever felt. That night I finally knew what it was to have a guy make you feel like a woman.

My Boy I hadn't seen my son since my wife threw me out 6 years ago after she caught me fucking our 20 year old brother. The only reason we got married was the fact that I knocked her up and I only fucked her cause I was trying to see if I could be with a woman. The entire time we were fucking I was thinking of her brother. So at the age of 18 we married and tried to make a go of it, but I couldn't resist a nice cock. After we split I turned to the wild side of things and began to party. I started off snorting Tina. After a short time I switched to smoking when the night came that a buddy of mine convinced me to try slamming. That night changed my life. Not only did I learn to embrace Tina I also got knocked up with my friend’s bugs. Now I was responsible for my 18 years old son since his mother was killed in a car accident. I kept in contact the best I could sending him a yearly birthday and Christmas gifts. I would get the customary thank you card back but my ex-wife never wanted me to have any more contact then that after she discovered I was really gay. After picking up Sean and bringing him to my one bedroom apartment he wondered where he would sleep. I offered him my bedroom and I told him I would sleep in the living room sleeper sofa until we could get a larger place. Since I lived in the same area as his high school he could have remained there but asked if He could change schools for the last half of the school year. I agreed to his request without much thought, but there was something about Sean that struck me, he seemed to be more family than by DNA. He wore a rainbow colored wrist band on both wrists and had his hair brightly colored. I decided not to pry and we went about settling into our home. As the work week ended I would normally be preparing to party with my friends but instead I was going to spend it getting to know my son. I came home from work early on Friday getting to the apartment before Sean got home from school. I decided to take a shower to wash away the hard day’s sweat that I had worked up that day. As I was relaxing under the spray of the warm water I heard the bathroom door pushed open. I casually looked over to see Sean watching me as I rubbed soap over my body. For a 37 year old man I was in good shape. I was still had a lean, swimmers build from working out at the gym a few times a week standing at 6 feet tall, I weighed a buck-eighty. I could tell Sean was enjoying what he saw as I soaped up my semi-hard cock that easily grows to 8” when hard. As I rinsed myself off I heard Sean knock and clear his throat. He let me know he needed to take a leak and I told him that we’re both men, he didn't need to knock if he needed to use the can. He came in and I watched through the cloudy shower door as he tried to piss with a semi-hard cock. I then began to see Sean in a different light. At just shy of 6’, he had a lean, thin build and looked to have a grower between his legs like his old man. I finished my shower before he could begin his piss and stepped out to dry off as he tried to hide his excitement. There was no avoiding it any longer, he turned to face me with his cock hanging out when he looked as my cock and licked his lips. I asked him if he saw anything he liked and he simply nodded his head yes and his eyes were locked on my growing cock. Without a word he dropped to his knees and licked my cock as I ran my hands through his hair. I wanted to take him right then and there but my status had me holding back. I couldn't resist his hot mouth as he worked my cock with an expertise that had me blowing my load down his throat in not time. After he cleaned my cock off I looked down at him and let him know that we needed to talk.

I got to thinking about all of the play I used to have, and I got to thinking about all the places I've been to have it. Thinking back a few years -- quite a few, I'm afraid --- we used to have a bathhouse in downtown Portland that was the definition of sleazy: run-down, sticky floors, threadbare carpets, and odd ... stains ... on some of the walls, particularly near the gloryholes. Two of the GH cubbies were just the right size to be able to back up to the hole behind you and still easily reach the cock in front of you, but the rest were just a little too far apart for that. The sling was busy, the downstairs had fuck benches and a couple of standing cubbies, and the upstairs had a steam room that never stopped reeking of cum. There were so many dark corners and out-of-the-way rooms that it was easy to have as much public play or private space as you wanted. Ah, Club Portland. It's where I got my first facial, had my first bukkake shower, and first got fucked in front of a couple-dozen guys during public play. From the cage to the cross, that place was messed up. We do have Hawks, and I think the venue is in many ways better than -- or, at the least, not as dangerous as -- Club Portland, but there will always be a special place in my heart for the venue that turned me onto bathhouses in the first place.

Thick dick feels the best. I'll take short and thick over big/long and thin. Your ass really feels every pulse as it shoots cum.

I was bored today. No social events and everyone I know was busy, so I ended up at the bookstore with lots of time on my hands. I got there around 1pm, and strolled around checking the guys out. First one to catch my eye was a tall guy about 60, ball cap covering his longer hair, and a nice bushy goatee. He was wanking in a booth, and as I poked my head in, he nodded at me, so I quickly entered and sat down. Closing the door, he turned and faced me, placed his hand on top of my head, and rubbed his 7" cock in my beard a little before putting it in my mouth. I sucked him about 5 minutes before he was asking me if I was gonna eat his load. I nodded with his cock in my mouth, and he said fuck yeah, and began shooting a big load down my throat. I'm an expert swallower, but damned if some didn't run down the front of my beard. He left once I cleaned his cock, so I ventured around a while, then sat and watched a video that was playing. Maybe 30 minutes later a heavy guy around 50 sits right beside me. He's clean shaven, but still had a nice blue collar vibe about him. I nod, he nods back, and asks me if I'm enjoying the video. 2 guys were fucking on the big screen, so my reply was I loved getting fucked so yeah I liked what I was seeing. He laughed, then got a little more intense as he asked me if I wanted to go to the back room for a bit. Hell yeah I said. Soon as we got there, he pulls my jeans down a bit and starts rubbing my ass. I drop them lower and climb on the bench so he has full access to my hole. He puts a finger to my hole and feels it's prelubed, makes a joke about me coming prepared, and I feel his cockhead start to open me up. He went in slow, which I appreciated as he was really thick. I never saw his cock but I'd guess around six or seven inches. He grabbed my hips and quietly fucked me for like 10 minutes before nutting silently then quickly leaving. My cock was dripping and since I was still horny, I stayed put with my cummy ass still exposed. Within a minute I heard someone else in the room. Soon I felt another cock at my hole, pushing in deep. It was as thick as the last one, but definitely longer. I moaned a little to give him encouragement, and began fucking. He nutted after 4-5 minutes and also quickly left. When his cock slid out, I felt cum running out that time. Never saw his face. Since I'd been a cumdump already, I pushed my luck and stayed in place, hoping to get a third load. Unfortunately some queen came in the room, saw me there and made some stupid joke about "girls needing some cock". Of course that killed my sex drive, and on that note I came home and put on a horror movie. Lol.

Yesterday, after a few days of trying I finally shot my load into a very hot Italian chaser. I had been chatting to him on scruff, and his profile said he was 100% bottom and undetectable. I met him on a street corner in the west end and we walked back to his room around the corner, He had a very fit slim toned body, a lightly furry ass and a very big cock, which was thick. we kissed and he sucked my cock until I was hard and I pushed into him with him on his back, just using a little spit. I stopped to ask him if he had any lube, but he said he wanted me to fuck him without any, so I put a bit more spit on his hole and pushed back in. I knew with his hole quite dray and with lots of friction, I wouldn't last long, and soon shot a weeks worth of cum into him. He asked me to stay in him so I kept fucking him and kissing him until he shot a huge load onto his stomach. Afterwards I cleaned up and said thanks, if he wants to meet again, I might as hes very local to meetings I have in the west end, and giving him a second load would be good.

My boyfriend was molested from age five to fifteen by a cousin and his uncles. They all made him give them BJs. Unfortunately, I don't know much details about it because he (rightly) suspects its a turn-on for me to hear about him being used by them. I've gotten him to start talking about it a few times, but then I ask something that gives my excitement away and he gets pissed and won't say more. It is a traumatic experience for him and he doesn't like thinking about it. We talked in the evening and it kept him sleepless afterward. He is a total bottom and gets the biggest hard-on sucking my cock and cums soon after I start fucking him. But he never initiates sex and I always have to push him a bit. In earlier relationships I know he had to endure some beating - and I'm totally nonviolent and spanking etc. doesn't do anything for me. Sometimes I wonder if he would like me to force him to service me or get fucked by me without consent - but don't know. It would be a turn-on for me! I want to make him my submissive slut (in bed only), but I'm worried he will think I don't love him, just want him for sex - he is quite insecure about that. And I really do love him - a lot! Thoughts and advice most welcome!!

Been parTying it up all night long and fisting my roommate. Got fucked a bit as well, but am still horned the fuck up! I need to get off, and soon!

Proudly poz on meds but missing a few days here and there, but I much rather be off meds completely and start to gift give with or without their consent. My goal is to find someone who is hot as fuck or anyone for that matter, who is FB AIDS to fuck me and breed me and upgrade me and my holes and my body with a high viral toxic drug resistant strain fb AIDS load and put a smile on face.

Sam and Surprises. It was a Friday and I had taken the day off from work. Ben was working and I had not told him what I would be doing that morning. Visiting the clinic to get the results of my blood work. I had finally decided to get the “official results”. I also knew that Sam worked from home and I thought it was time to get together with him for some one on one fucking. Sam had given me his phone number that day he met up with Ben and me for a threesome. He had slipped it in my pocket while Ben was not looking. I was done with the clinic early and I sent Sam a quick text: Me: “Busy today? Want to get together? Just you and me.” Sam: “Sure. Only if I can fuck you bareback.” Me: “Fuck yeah. That’s what I’m looking for. I’m free the rest of the day.” Sam: “My balls are full and my ass is itching for a fuck. Anytime. Right now?” Me: “Fuck yeah. I’ll be there in about five minutes.” Sam: “Hot. I’ll be waiting and ready.” I parked my car and walked over to Sam’s place. This was going to be fun and I had a few little surprises up my sleeve for Sam. I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. Sam to a few moments to answer. He opened the door wearing only a tight pair of red bike shorts and a t-shirt. He was already hard and pushing out an obscene bulge in his pants. He grinned. “I wondered how long it would take you to hook up with me alone. As you can see I am looking forward to fucking you. I wanted to fuck your ass from the moment I met you.” I grinned back. “When I found out that Ben was seeing you on the side I wanted to try some of what he was getting. And he got your load that day. Not me. Wasn’t fair. He’d got it before.” He closed the door behind me and spoke. “True. But I got your load then and now I’m going to return the favor.” He started deep kissing me while simultaneously unbuckling my belt and unzipping my fly. He sank to his knees and started slobbering all over my dick. It did not take me long to get rock hard. Same stopped sucking, stood up and said one word. “Bedroom!” He grabbed me and led me in and pushed me onto the bed, still fully clothed. He climbed on top of me and started kissing me extremely passionately, lie a man possessed. This wasn’t going to be “just a fuck”, but something more. I sensed “a whole lot more.” By now the front of Sam’s shorts had a huge slick see through spot from all the pre-cum he was leaking. He was grinding his crotch into mine leaving slick trails on the front of my jeans. He sat back with a hungry look in his eyes. “Now I’m going to undress you and you can undress me.” We did so and I was surprised by the sensuousness of his touch as he slowly removed all my clothes. He maneuvered himself around so the we lying on our sides facing each other crotch to mouth. We sucked and licked each other’s dick and asshole for about ten minutes and I loved the copious amounts of tasty pre-cum that was streaming out of his dick. Then he worked a finger into my hole, pushed it in as deep as he could then slid it out and put it into his mouth. “Mmmmmm. You’ve been a bad boy. I can taste cum on my finger along with your ass juices. You came here already fucked ready to be fucked.” He looked straight at me. “I know you guys have an agreement to only play safe with others but unless that’s Ben’s cum you’ve been cheating. I’m going to fuck you now, and it’s going to be bareback. And I’m going to breed you” And just to reinforce the point continued, “No condom.” I smiled. “No, that’s not Ben’s cum.” Sam grinned. “Dirty cheating cum-slut. I love it. I’m going to fill your cheating ass.” “That’s why I’m here. For your load. After I saw you fucking Ben with the burst condom and cumming in his ass I would not want it any other way. I am sure that it was not the first time you filled his guts with your load.” Sam grinned, “You got that right buddy. The first time we fucked again a couple of months ago it was raw, and he did not say anything. He took my raw dick like a champ. The next time he asked for a condom and I told him that he was not going to catch anything he could not have caught the first time. Since then we have fucked regularly when you were out of town, and we always loaded each other’s asses. And then when we hooked up with Matt and Josh one day he took both of their loads as well.” I bent over and went down on my hands and knees. “Now I’m going to take your load, then after you’ve cum inside me I’m going to breed you while I have a load of your cum in my guts.” His massive dick was still slick with spit from the blow job. He maneuvered it to press against my anus, and then slowly pressed in against the initial resistance of my ring. I felt the walls of my chute stretch to encompass the girth that was slowly sliding its way up to the inner sphincter. Once he was balls deep in my ass he started fucking with long slow strokes, making sure that he penetrated me as deeply as possible. “You wanted this the other day, didn’t you? But Ben got it instead, huh? Came to see me without your husband knowing. Dirty little cheat you. I’m going to seed your ass good. I want you so bad.” “Yeah, Sam. Breed me deep. Shoot your load deep into my cheating cunt.” Sam didn’t really need any encouragement as he started fucking me rapidly. It seemed that he had no intention of making this a long fuck. It didn’t take long before he was coating the walls of my bowels with a massive load. He waited just long enough to catch his breath after the climax before withdrawing from my gaping hole. “I could fuck your tight ass all day every day, but a deal’s a deal. Now you fuck me!” He turned around and went down and I entered him doggy style, like he had fucked me. His ass was slick and sloppy. I was deep dicking him with slow long strokes, enjoying the wet sounds of sex and his juicy hole. I had to say something. “You called me a bad boy because I had a load up my ass, but I swear you have a couple of loads up there.” He laughed. “Yup. Got fucked at lunchtime by two guys at the mall. Now fuck me harder and give my third load.” I started pounding him hard. “You slut. You’ll take anyone’s load won’t you?” I rammed him some more. He just grunted acknowledgement and then said. “But I want your load more than theirs.” I did not expect that response so I continued as if I had not heard him. “You don’t even ask them about their status or care either, do you?” I felt myself getting close. “I’m going to breed you. Load you up with my potent seed.” I started cumming and I thrust in as deep as I could go. “My toxic cum.” Sam remained silent, as if he was realizing for the first time what I was saying. I still had my dick deep in his chute with my crotch rammed against his ass when I spoke again. “I know about Matt and Josh. I saw their profiles and statuses and yours as well. Poz and probably poz. I bought a home test recently and was at the clinic today to confirm the results. Not neg. High viral load. And then the then the nurse who told me the news took me to his office and made me fuck him. And he returned the favor. That’s why I had cum in my ass.” I waited a few moments for it all to sink in. Sam pulled away from me, letting my cock slide out of his well-used hole and turned around. “Fuck yeah! Poz cum in my cunt”. He paused then continued “and Ben?” “I haven’t told Ben yet. He has not been tested. But from the flu he got before me, he must be poz and gave it to me, and I’m guessing you gave it to him.” Sam looked shocked, but only for a moment. “I guess I have taken a few risks in the year since I started barebacking. After all, by my count I’ve taken more than two hundred loads over that time. You really think Ben got it from me?” “Probably. We only started fucking around in the last couple of weeks, after we both had the flu. And before that it was only you and the hot couple in the neighborhood he was talking about as a potential third or more. And your profile states that you don’t know your status and don’t care about the status of the guys fucking you” “I guess you are right. When we got together, and then with Matt and Josh he seemed a little oblivious to the risks. I guess I need to get myself tested soon.” I looked at him mischievously. “These friends of yours Matt and Josh, their new dick pics clearly show their new biohazard tats. I’ve been messaging them. They told me they knew they were poz before they met you.” Now Sam was genuinely shocked. “What the fuck! They knew they were poz and still convinced me to go bareback with them. Start hosting team BB parties and everything.” I smiled at him. “Those little red scorpions on their swimsuits that some of the guys have that you don’t have? Matt and Josh give you a second swimsuit when you test poz. Get yourself tested and I am sure that you will have earned one! I’ve been communicating with them, planning a little surprise party for Ben. They are going to keep their tattoos covered until both Ben and I have been fucked by them, and then they will reveal their tats and see Ben’s reaction.” Sam looked at me for a moment before speaking. “The nurse you fucked after you got your results, is he poz or neg? Welcome to the club or…” “Not welcome to the club, but ‘or’. Neg, which is why he wanted me to fuck him with my high viral load.” I paused. I could see the confusion in his eyes. As if too much was going on in his head. “Sam, don’t hate me for knowingly loading you with poz cum. Matt, and Josh, Zach and Jeremy…..” Sam was close to tears. He answered quietly. “No, I don’t hate you. I don’t hate you. I hate myself.” I pulled him towards me and hugged him tight. “It’s OK Sam. You did nothing wrong. You didn’t hurt anyone.” Sam looked me directly in the eyes before replying. “I am one fucked up mess. When we were in college Ben and I could have been in a relationship, not just roommate fuckbuddies. Then I messed it all up big time because I wasn’t ready to commit. Then I met him again and I was thrilled, but I heard about you and I wanted to hate you for having Ben and I couldn’t. When you guys came over to fuck two weeks ago I was ready to despise you but instead I……” he trailed off into silence. “What?” “The opposite. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” Talk about a curved ball. I hadn’t seen this coming. Complications. I hugged him tight and kissed him passionately. “Sam, you are not a fucked up mess. I think Ben really likes you, and I know I do. So we can work this out.” Sam just smiled and I felt him relax in my arms, as if a load had been lifted from his shoulders. After a few minutes of lying together in silence Sam spoke. “So Brandon. About the party we are throwing for Ben. This nurse from the clinic, he obviously is looking for toxic cum. Maybe you can invite him. Then we can all breed him and he can test us, before or after.”

Nifty's gay incest stories make me cum so fucking hard. Some of the writers are just fantastic!

In some scrap land behind a cemetery with some old pervert watching us.

Sorry for the delay ... more soon CHAPTER 9: A couple weeks went by, and Mike and I are feeling closer than ever; it feels like we’re dating. We are dating. Mike is making public habits of kissing me and holding my hand when we go places, but more important to me, he breeds my often – sometimes twice a day. Chris is nearly moved in with us, too, and sleeping with us in my king-sized bed most nights. If I’m being honest with myself, I think I may be in love with both of them. I know both of them are trying to get me pregnant as I’m getting loads from each of them, usually in the same session, but sometimes separately. Between these two hotties the walls of my ass are taking 2 – 4 loads of unmedicated jizz every single day. When we have sex, they both seem so adamant about infecting me. Four weeks after the sex orgy, and finding out Mike tested positive for HIV, I decide I want to try another home test. I haven’t felt sick and I know these things can take months to actually show a positive result, but the curiosity is killing me. Part of me feels like I’m already HIV+, mentally its already a part of me, and when Mike or Chris fucks me, its part of our sex. I wake the next morning, with Mike cuddled close to me and I realize Chris didn’t stay the night with us. I love waking up to these guys, but I need to piss. In my half-groggy state I slink out of bed. As quietly as I can, I tear open the OraSure test and swab my gums with the cotton. I put the swab into the test vile and leave it sitting on the counter while I make my way to the toilet. I’m still not quite awake and my aim isn’t very good. My piss sprays out and hits my hand, my leg and my foot before I can wrestle the rest of it into the bowl. After some dribbles and spirts my morning piss fires out and then finally ends with a whimper. In an act of silliness I let the last bits drip onto my right-hand and leg. I don’t know if it’s desire, need, or what, but one second I’m finishing up and the next I’m bringing my pissy hand to my mouth and licking up what the spillage. It’s bitter and I grimace a little, then a giggle hits me, imagining kissing Mike with this mouth. I finish and decide to move the testing container to the nightstand so I can keep an eye on it after I climb back into bed. I return to my comfy “Mike” blanket – his warm, naked body and cock feel so good. I feel him stir and his body, as if acting on instinct, forms itself against mine and his hand comes around my waist, pulling me in close. I love how this all feels but I don’t want to fall asleep, these OraSure tests need to be monitored, and its only been a few minutes. I lie there a minute thinking about the possible, and of Mike, when I feel his cock swelling and pressing against my ass. I need to stay focused on the test but his poz cock is all I can think about, which is all the more evident by my own raging boner leaking and pressing up tight against my stomach. I like to leave Mike is in charge of my ass and breeding it, but I’m finding myself distracted by this test, well that, and all the precum oozing and running down the head of my cock. Pulse after pulse of the clear liquid is dripping into my open hand. I move Mike’s hand to my cock then his fingers to my mouth so I can get a taste. I reach behind me and lightly stroke Mike’s dick. “Is he awake and just letting me do this?”, I wonder. I push my butt away from him, and angle that poz dick down until I can feel it press against my ass. At this point I hear a slight moan leave Mike’s lips and he rolls over on to his back; my hand still attached. "Hey fucker … ", I whisper, "I’m busy using that cock of yours", “Well, you'll just have to climb on and ride it!”, he says, turning his face towards me. I glance over at him and see the slyest look on his face … we both know what’s about to happen. I let loose of him for a moment, moving toward him, and throwing the comforter off the bed. I end this quick combination of movements with a savory kiss on his lips, “So hot”, I speak the words softly into his mouth. My cock is rock hard and sticking straight out from my naked waist. When I grab his hard cock again he pulls me forward, until my dick is pressing against his lips. He quickly opens his mouth and my cock sinks past his lips, teeth, and tongue. Soon I’m lodged deep in his throat as I begin to move my hips back and forth allowing my cock to slip in and out of his mouth. His tongue is like velvet on my cock, the feeling is pure pleasure as he sucks and licks the pre-cum, and probably the last few drops of piss, from the head of my dick. I can feel my balls slowly contracting as my need to nut begins to rise – I stop him. "NO! I wa… need you to fuck me, NOW!", I say matter-of-factly and pull my wet dick from his wanting mouth, falling back on his crotch. I look over at the test, “Still not done”, I think. I can feel his hard, fat cock pressing against my ass, making me need it more and more. I lift my ass up off him and he reaches down, pulling that infected dick upright, and I sink my ass back down on him nice and slow. I let him slide all the way into my ass, relishing each and every inch as it invades my fuck hole. "Oh FUCK yea, … that's what I’ve been fucking waiting for", I spout as his cock fills me, not moving, just enjoying the feeling of his cock deep inside me. He pulls my face to his and we kiss, but this time its not soft, his tongue forces its way past my lips. I open my mouth inviting him in, immediately feeling the warmth of his mouth, as our tongues fight. I raise myself up, his cock slipping effortlessly within my ass, until the head is pressing against the rim of my hole. Then I lower myself once again until he’s fully penetrating me – until he’s balls deep. Our lips are locked as my ass is floating up and down on that cock. All too soon, I feel his hard, fat, poz fuck rod swelling deep with in me and I know he’s about to blow another load of toxic spunk inside me. I release our kiss and look down into his eyes, his orgasm is building and he’s lost in it. Soon, his hips are bucking me up and down on his cock, his hands are holding onto me tight as his cock is fucking my ass vigorously. “Ah ... Ahhhh ... Ohh fuck … oh fuck", he moans loudly as his body is slamming it's self against mine, lodging his cock deeper and deeper within the hot cavity of my ass and spitting load after load of his cum from those tight balls deep into my ass. "YES! ... OH FUU...... OH FUCK …. I CUMMMINNNNGGG......", he screams, and I feel it, as my whole body is being tossed about on top of him. I love the warmth engulfing me fully as his HIV+ cock spews and spews and spews deep inside me. My own cock is gyrating up and down against our stomachs as he pounds away at my ass, releasing all of his infected jizz inside me. This is one of Mike's more intense orgasms and seems to last for several minutes, filling my ass with cum, but I know in the real world its probably not even a whole minute. I am a bit surprised at his stamina, until I remember it’s been almost 24 hours since he last came inside me. With his balls empty and his cock momentarily satisfied, Mike slowly stops fucking me, and lays there with his arm pits exposed, completely spent. I look down at him, still attached to him by his cock in my ass, and kiss him. "I … I really do love you Mike", I say looking for some sort of reaction in his eyes. "Kevin", and I can see its his first word. "I love you too babe, I really do." I kiss him again as I feel his cock deflating. He rolls me over onto the bed as we kiss, and then he pulls away, climbing out of bed. I grab his hand as he’s walking away, "Where are you going?", I ask as he turns around and I’m staring at his hot body, his cock slick from our fuck, pointing out but down, still fat and semi-full of blood. "Gotta take a piss babe, … then I am going to come back and suck every bit of neg cum out of your cock until your balls are as drained as mine", and he gives me that sly look I love so much. I give him my best devious grin, and pull him back into bed. He sits on the edge and looks at me questioningly. As many times as we’ve shared piss you would think he’d get a clue about what I want. "What?", he says looking at me. Instead of telling him, I don't say a word, I just push him down on the bed, both of us now face to cock, “mmmmm”, I moan. "Kev, I have to take a wicked pi.......", and he stops as my mouth takes his soft dick inside and I hold it there without moving. I can taste the sex and cum on him, this just makes my own cock that much harder. "Gollll", I say as best I can with my mouth full of his dick, and I then re-close my mouth. He looks at me for a moment and then lowers his head to my cock and takes it completely in his mouth. He begins to suck me softly as I did with him when I feel the first few drops of his piss ooze out of his cock, but he holds back, not quite being able to release yet. I just stay there as he expertly sucks me deep into his throat. And again, I felt the slight flow of his yellow stream fill my mouth. I drink and swallow as it dribbles out, but there is little there to savor. Then he stops sucking my cock for a moment, its still lodged in his throat, and then it happens. My mouth is soon filled with his hot piss as his bladder opens up and feeding me a healthy helping of piss for breakfast. I gulp and gulp and swallow as he empties himself into my mouth. As soon as he feels himself filling my stomach with his piss, he returns to sucking my cock. I don't know if its the way he’s sucking me or that he’s pissing in my mouth, but I can’t deny it turns me on and my orgasm blasts forth. My rock hard cock fills his mouth with cum as I drink him down. We’re emptying ourselves into each other, drinking from each other’s cock. Our mouths filling and then swallowing each others juice as it erupts from our bodies with force. His piss is hot and salty as it runs down my throat, and to make it more interesting as if I didn’t already know, the smell and deep yellow flavor tells me it’s morning piss. My orgasm doesn't last as long as his piss, but soon we’re both spent. My body is momentarily drained of all the cum it can produce, and his bladder is freshly emptied, I think, “Note to self … we really need to do this more often”. We lay there, our cocks still in each others mouths enjoying the afterglow of our sex. I look up at him, both our cocks now soft, then I remember my test results and I jerk my neck up to look over at them. I can see a faint line, one faint line. Mike sees what I’m looking at, moving his body to get a better look. He leans up to touch, kissing me on the neck, “Still neg babe”. I don’t say anything with him against me like this, I know a Doctor can provide a more sensitive test, but I haven’t been to one and I know Mike hasn’t been to one since he found out. I’m thinking, “We’ll just have to try harder”, when Mike pipes, “Gotta be out of town the week after next babe”. I look over at him, I groan, “I know”, he says.

I don't want to "disrespect" the load a top has given me by pushing it out so I generally hold it in me. Plus, cum makes great lube for the next fuck. But occasionally I'll get fucked by a guy whose seed my body just rejects. Not long after taking one of these loads, my body insists on evacuating anything it can and I have to rush to the bathroom. Fortunately this doesn't happen often. Perhaps an allergy to certain guys' semen? I don't know if that's me, but I've read about women occasionally having an allergy to the prostaglandins in semen. Anyone else experienced this?

I've always lived my life on my own terms and that means I've NEVER had a condom on/in me, so becoming poz was inevitable. I embrace my poz status as a symbol of my personal freedom and I love being poz because the poz community is full of the most wonderful men.

As the sun peaked through the windows our bottom boy who first seeded Sean when we arrived began to eat the dripping cum from my boy’s hole. Once he had enough cum in his mouth he approached Sean’s head and spit the cum from his mouth into Sean’s right before he kissed him. The two spoke as Sean climbed out of the sling. It was Saturday afternoon and I knew that the baths would be getting a little busy soon. Sean and his new friend exchanged numbers as they dressed and we were off to the baths. Sean and our groups bottom boy, who we learned was named Jonathon, sat in the back seat of my car and made out as I drove us to the bathhouse. I did my best to peak at them as the two young men swapped spit and blow jobs. We arrived at the bathhouse and the parking lot was packed. I knew it was going to be a good night, I just hoped they had a room available. We walked in and found a member of our group working the counter that night. He cut me a deal on a large room as we dropped our clothes off in the lockers and proceeded to find our room. Once in the room I prepared some points for the boys and slammed them up hard. I then did mine and left them in the room as I went to find the dry erase board where I wrote that I had two bottom boys who were taking loads with our room number. I got back to our room to find the boys 69'ing with their limp Tina dicks. I told them to get on all fours and have their asses face the door as I left it wide open. I then proceeded to switch off fucking Sean and Jonathon as guys walked by the open room. It didn't take long for the word to spread and in no time there was a line to fuck the boys. I climbed on the bed near the boys head so that they could take turns sucking my cock as they got fucked. While the action was going on one of the guys who came into the room to fuck asked me if both of them were my boys. I looked up at him and simply answered that they weren't just my boys, but my sons. Both boys looked up at me and I got a smile from Jonathon just before the two kissed and resumed working my cock. I knew about Jonathon’s background, he left home when he was 16 or 17 and began to hustle to survive. I had thought about taking him in before but it seemed a little strange to me until Sean came to live with me. I knew I could get him a job where I worked and help him get off the streets. The boys took a lot of cum that night to where it was dripping from their holes, although I think there was more dripping from Sean’s hole than Jonathon’s. As the crowd began to thin out I knew the time was drifting into Sunday. I asked the boys if they had had enough and wasn't surprised to hear Sean say that he was getting a little sore and Jonathon was eager for more. I got up and closed the door before I rummaged through my bag for the last dose of Caverject I picked up at the party the day before. I had Jonathon lie on his back as I gave the injection to Sean. Sean climbed back on the bed and straddled Jonathon’s chest so that he could feed him is drugged up cock. I pulled out my video recorder (I always took it to partied for just the purpose, to video guys fucking )as I could see Sean’s cock respond as the drug worked quickly. Once Sean was rock hard I notice that he didn't just inherit my gay gene, buy my large cock. Sean moved between Jonathon’s legs where I instructed him to eat his cum filled ass. Sean was quick to comply as he pushed Jonathon’s legs back and lick the cum dripping from his hole. He took a little time to suck some of the cum out before moving up Jonathon’s lean body. As he moved up he positioned his cock at Jonathon’s hole and slid in balls deep. Then he leaned in and shared the cum in his mouth with he adopted, big brother. Sean slowly began to fuck as I asked him if this was his first time topping. He looked at me with a big grin and nodded yes. I could see the pleasure in his face and knew in time these two young, healthy looking boys would be pozzing unsuspecting neg boys around their age. Jonathon was enjoying Sean’s cock working his hole as he looked up and asked if I was serious about him being his son. I told him abso-fucking-lutely. He looked up at Sean and the two kissed again. After the kiss ended it was like Jonathon read my mind when he suggested to Sean that they could play a monogamous negative couple and work to poz them. I could see the wheels turning in Sean’s head he began to fuck Jonathon a little harder causing a moan and grunt to escape from his lips with each thrust. I don’t know if it was the Tina or what, because Sean had good stamina. There were times were Sean would power fuck into Jonathon where I thought he was going to cum. After a good two hours Sean began to pant very heavily and slammed back into Jonathon as it was very evident he was cumming. Sean pulled out and collapsed on the bed as Jonathon quickly moved to clean Sean’s cum covered cock. As Sean’s cock was cleaned I leaned down and kissed my son and commented what a strong orgasm he must have felt while fucking non-stop for a couple hours. Jonathon had a lot more cum dripping from his well fucked ass. Once Sean caught his breath I was surprised to discover that he had dropped more than one load inside Jonathon. Jonathon commented that he could feel Sean’s cock pulse inside him as he continued to fuck. It was approaching Sunday afternoon when we cleaned up and headed home.