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Part 36 　 Hank could see I was almost drooling and said, "you can't seem to keep your eyes off of my cock can you? You want it and want to become my nice cumdump? You crave me pounding away and filling your ass with my toxic cum, don't you?" I could only stare and nod my head yes. I wanted, no, I needed that cock in my hole. I needed to feel it unload his hot cum deep inside me, throbbing against my prostate. I could not even sit still. I was wriggling my ass around on my chair as my hole had an insatiable need to be used and abused, hard and deep. Hank spread his legs and I just slid off of my seat and dropped between his legs. In one gulp, I swallowed his cock in my mouth as his hands grabbed my head and shoved me down and the entire length of his cock entered my mouth and deep into my throat. I was lost in bliss as I twisted my head around and around, driving his cock as deep into my throat as I could. I wanted to devour it. My whole being was in need of it now. I wanted it in both ends of me as soon as possible. I sucked his cock with a suction born of desperation. I wanted to taste every inch of it. I wanted my throat raw from the penetration of him deep in me. My head was bobbing up and down on him as hard as I could do it. Driving his cock into my throat so hard and deep it felt like it was reaching my stomach. I was in a delirium of lust. Hank's hands were on both sides of my head guiding me and he was moaning in ecstacy from the BJ I was giving him. He was almost yelling, "OMG, that feels so good! Suck me, pull that cum out of me! Shit, that is amazing!" Then, before I realized what he was doing, he pulled his cock from my mouth. I groaned in disappointment. He pushed me back a little, stood up, grabbed me and almost threw me up onto the table. I was on my back with my ass at the edge and his head came down and his tongue was entering my hole. I almost screamed. He licked and probed my hole, but only for a couple of minutes. Then, he raised up and rammed his cock in me all the way till his balls hit my ass in one amazing thrust. Without stopping, he pulled back till just the head of his cock was still in me and then back in hard. Faster and faster, pounding my hole without mercy. I had ahold of the edges of the table with my hands and was shoving my ass back on his cock with every inward push of his. We fucked almost like wild animals. There was no way it was going to last long at this pace. Then we were both moaning and cumming at the same time as he drove his huge cock to the hilt in me and pulsed cum deep inside me as my own cock spewed between us, coating us both with my cream.

How it Happened Ch. 3 I caught the bus back to campus without any trouble. The whole time with Michael seemed like a terrifying sexy dream. My well-fucked ass and the slowly leaking jizz seeping from my “boy pussy” told me I had not imagined my time with Michael. Fortunately, my roommate was still gone when I returned to my dorm room. I stripped and took another shower, so when I woke in the morning I wouldn’t wake to a puddle of cum in my bed. I told myself, even though I promised to let Michael fuck me raw anytime he wanted, this was only a one-time occurrence. When we met again, I would explain I preferred to engage in only safe-sex. I was sure he would understand, and we could move forward without any repeat of our wild and reckless night. Now having told myself this, I had to admit the sex had been amazing. The warm, throbbing cock pumping in and out of me had treated me to what had to be without a doubt some of the best sex in my life. I found myself getting hard as I remembered the hot, pulsing shots of his thick semen filling me up, as he continued pounding me like a porn star whore. I understood now why guys loved fucking raw, and I almost regretted depriving that lacrosse of the opportunity to breed me as Michael had done. Still it was better to be safe, than sorry. Michael and I could get tested together, and once our tests came back negative, we could skip rubbers and fuck like the night before. I took a couple of Aleve PM, so I could get some rest, and hopefully ease the pain of my well-fucked ass. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard my roomie return, but I was too far gone to care. When I woke up, I first thought it was dawn, but, I had slept through the entire day. Fortunately, I had only two classes, but I had never missed a class in my life. I contacted friends from those classes to catch up on my missed work, as well as checked over my work for the next day’s class-work. My friends from the night I met Michael had texted me to make sure I was doing okay. They apologized for abandoning me at after-hours club. I texted back it was all cool and had met a great guy, who was interested in seeing me again. Bed-time, Michael texted me. I found myself boning up at once as soon as I saw a message from him. I didn’t remember giving him my number, but at this point I couldn’t care less how he got my number. He told me how much he enjoyed our time together and was definitely looking forward to seeing me again Friday night. I responded telling him how much fun I had as well, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. I soon found my cock leaking like crazy as he told me how much he enjoyed being inside me, and the way my “boy pussy” just seemed to keep milking his cock for more jizz. Even though his graphic texts turned me on something awful, I told him I really needed to talk about being safe in the future. I felt relieved when he responded that was something we could talk about Friday. I had been afraid he would want to not see me again, but that seemed not to be the case. He told me his friends were excited to meet me this coming weekend. His last text of the night included a picture of his cock buried in my ass, with some of his loads leaking out, with the comment, “Something to dream about until we see one another again. I barely made it to our bathroom, before I blew my load all over myself. I wanted him to fuck me again in the worse way. The rest of the week seemed to drag along at a snail’s pace, until Friday afternoon and my classes were over for the week. I made sure to try and get ahead of my school work, so I wouldn’t have anything to do Sunday night. It didn’t help Michael sexted me every night. I was a quivering messy of teen hormones by the time I caught the bus to Michael’s apartment Friday evening. The second night we had texted, he made me promise not to fap for the rest of the week. He wanted me loaded with jizz, so he could empty me out completely by the end of the weekend. The thought of someone making me climax until I couldn’t shoot anymore strangely turned me on more than I wanted to admit. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been as hard as I was when I climbed on the bus from Hopkins to downtown. I packed my toiletries, as well a couple changes of clothes, since I had no idea what he had planned for us to do over the weekend. I made sure I packed a box of condoms, just in case Michael didn’t have any on hand. I wanted to be prepared like the Eagle Scout I was. My heart was pounding, and there was a nice sized wet spot on my jeans, by the time I arrived at Michael’s apartment. I was seriously regretting following his instructions I free-ball. My tight jeans rubbed me in ways I wasn’t used to while wearing underwear. Every step made me harder and ooze even more precum. The outer door-grate was unlocked and opened easily when I pulled on it. I took a deep breathe before I hesitantly knocked on the door. I could hear voices and music playing, so I knocked a little bit harder a couple more times before I heard the door unlock and open. “Babe,” Michael smiled at me stepping aside to let me enter. I thought I’d blow my wad right there in the door way when I saw him. The only thing he had on was pair of black skin-tight jeans with the top button unbuttoned. His thick, hard cock bulged and strained against the zipper which seemed barely able to restrain his desire for me. “We’ve all been waiting for you to get here, so the fun can begin,” he told me, pulling me into a passionate kiss. His kiss threw me completely off kilter, everything I had planned to say to him went out of my mind. As we kissed, he began getting me out of my clothes, I almost felt as if I were in a porn flick, everything seemed to be happening so quickly. Once I was naked, Michael handed me the glass pipe we had smoked last time I was there. I started to say I didn’t want to get started that quick this time, but as soon as I opened my mouth the pipe was inserted. “Inhale babe, just keep inhaling like a good lil’ chem piggy,” he chuckled, as he continued moving his lighter back and forth as he started stroking my cock. God, what a surreal and amazing feelings he was created in me. Occasionally, he would take a hit himself, but soon I found it back in my mouth. I lost track of time as I stood in the doorway getting wasted and jerked off by him. My lust for Michael was equal to the previous time I had been at his place on Saturday night. I wanted his dick bad and he knew it. He pushed me down to my knees, before feeding me his beautiful, thick, uncut cock. I worshiped it, as he had taught me to the first time I sucked him. I swear I got even harder, when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and began to seriously face-fuck me like the slut he called me. I gagged somewhat, but soon was able to take his cock to his shaved groin. If being his slut got me his dick, I was more than willing to become one for him. I was in love with him and wanted to please him. I began to love it when he forced himself deep down my throat cutting off my air and holding it there until I was almost ready to pass out, Slobber and precum coated his cock when he finally withdrew it long enough to let me breath, before shoving it in deep. He could do anything he wanted, I was his to use, so long as he fucked me. I began to believe and accept his dirty talk about being his slut, bitch-boy. I was his whore/cumslut. I wanted, no correct that, NEEDED, to please him anyway I could so he would slide his magnificent fuck-stick inside my boy-cunt. Safe-sex was the furthest thing from my mind. I NEEDED to feel him deep inside me and flooding my insides with his cum. He pulled me off his throbbing, dripping cock, smiling down at me. “Oh yeah slut, we’re going to have a fun time this weekend,” he told me yanking me to my feet by my hair, before French kissing the hell out of me. “Come on bitch, time for some more fuck smoke and some fuck vitamins, then you can get back to work showing me how much you want my fuck stick and dirty loads up your cunt.” I didn’t even think to argue, I just followed him down to the living-room. All thoughts of safe-sex had vanished into thin air like the clouds of white smoke he began to feed me once I swallowed another smiley-face pill and a blue diamond-shaped pill. Once again, he encouraged me to drink more Gatorade. Once I had finished the Gatorade, he fed me even more of the amazing fuck-smoke, which made me even horny than I thought possible. I didn’t even wait to be asked, I finished the pipe off and dropped to my knees and returned to worshiping my new owner. If I had been sober, I would have taken serious offense to being referred to as his property, now rather than his boyfriend. If it meant I would soon be fucked by him, I was more than willing to be his bitch, slut. I had no intention of debated his claim of knocking me up, as being proof I was now his to do or to use however he wanted. My sole focus was bringing pleasure to him, so he would bring me pleasure. I moaned in pleasure, as he continued to forcefully use my mouth and throat. I enjoyed the feel of his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks wide and slipping something small and hard in my hole. A moment later I felt a warm, burning feeling suddenly shot into my hole, before the hard, small cylinder slide from my hole. As time began to stand still, my hole began to hunger to be filled with his hard cock. I was about to try and pull off his cock to beg him to fuck me, when suddenly my hole stretched wider than it had ever been stretched before as an enormous cock-head punched through it’s opening, thrusting several massively, thick inches deep inside me. “Sorry Mikey, we just couldn’t wait any longer to join the party,” a deep, masculine voice said from behind me. “Is he as good as cock-sucker as he looks?” Another voice off to the side asked. “It looks like he knows how to deep through you, but can he do me? A third voice asked. “Well there is only one way to find out, you’ll just have to take him for a test spin. He’s yours for the weekend, but don’t break him please I still want to keep him for a while longer to expand his horizons,” I heard Michael chuckle as he pulled me off his cock and slide out from under me and off the couch. I gasped for breath as I felt the rest of my mysterious fucker’s raw dick sink all the way inside me as his bushy pubes settled against my ass cheeks. My head dropped all the way down on the sofa cushion as I moaned in pleasure at the mysterious cock now buried balls deep inside me. I was torn between feeling betrayed by my new boyfriend, and the incredible pleasure of the thick piece of fuck-meat now buried inside me. I didn’t even know what the guy even looked like, but I was beginning to not even care, because as he began rocking in and out of me slowly at first building momentum, I found myself moaning in pleasure. I didn’t want this amazing thick cock to stop. I my moans of pleasure soon matched both the speed and depth of his fucking. “Hey Mikey, I think he likes it,” chuckled the voice behind me, which prompted laughs from the others. I never had any doubt he would,” laughed Michael. “Have fun with him. I’ll be back later, I have a “date” with a hot lil’ Calvert Hall senior. I may bring him back to join the fun,” chuckled my “boyfriend”. “The kid loves raw cock and cum, I met him at Bush River,” he laughed. Michael grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head up to face him. “You are going to take good care of my friends while I’m gone aren’t you cumdump?” He asked me with a look that told me I had better behave or else. “Yes…Sir,” I answered submissively, fearing what might happen if I dared to refuse. Besides, I was really beginning to enjoy the fuck I was getting for this mysterious man. “That’s a good lil’ bitch slut,” he smirked at me. “I’m just helping you become the lil’ faggot slut you’ve always dreamed of being,” he laughed, before leaning down to kiss the hell of me. “I’ll be back in a couple hours gents, enjoy,” he said before letting go of my hair and leaving the room. “Here blow some clouds boy,” commanded a deep voice holding the glass pipe to my mouth. I heard the click of the lighter and saw the flame begin to move along the bottom of the glass bubble. Each time I inhaled deeply, the cock fucking me paused, only to resume its relentless pounding of my ass. Once I finished off the white rock, I found myself presented with two cocks to service. One black and one caramel-colored, both were larger and thicker than I had seen before in my limited sexual explorations. Normally, I would have resisted, but instead I began to worship those beautiful cocks being presented to me. I was in heaven licking and sucking on them, while another cock continued to fuck me relentlessly. “Damn, this cunt is amazing,” grunted the voice behind me. “He’s a horny lil’ fucker,” he groaned, before slapping my ass hard, which in turned made me moan around one of the cocks stuffing my throat. “I think Mikey found a good one here, he’s a nasty lil’ pussy boy,” chuckled one of the voices busy feeding me cock. “Get…ready…to…swap,” panted my fucker. “SHIT! YES! FUCK!” Howled the man long dicking me like there was no tomorrow. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…LOAD!” I pushed back against the unknown man fucking me as I felt his dick begin to swell and fill me with his jizz. I wanted his load in the worse way. “Damn! That was a good fuck, can’t wait until he’s really broken in properly,” chuckled the man as I felt his cock begin to withdraw from me. I tried to close my ass to keep his load inside, but I couldn’t. The next thing I knew another cock was sliding inside me, while I was presented with a cum-covered cock to clean. I didn’t hesitate in opening my mouth to clean and worship the cock that had just fucked me so wonderfully.

PART 4 Since I didn’t even have my towel anymore, we were both now totally naked. I eyed his cock with a hunger that was new to me, it wAs so intense. And really, I think his eyes were the same for me. “Is this really your first time at a bath house, Chris?” he asked me. His eyes roamed my body as I stood in front of him. I had already decided to stick to honesty tonight and told him the truth. “ I only turned 18 recently and, well, it’s kind of a big step. I was really nervous that it would be too much or something bad would happen, but you guys have been so nice. And are like so perfect,” I added a little shyly. “You like older guys?”, he said smiling. “I don’t really like guys my age. Guys your age are so much hotter and experienced and stuff.” His hand wAs now on his cock, gently and slowly stroking. It was hypnotic watching him tug on his hardening cock. I am almost positive I just dropped to my knees without being pulled down. I am absolutely positive my mouth greedily opened and started to worship his cock. I worked my lips around his head and then bobbed down trying to take him into my throat. His thrust helped that happen. I pulled back and worked my tongue up and down the shaft. I kissed and kicked at his balls. “Yeah suck that man cock Chris. That’s why you came here isn’t it? You look so sexy with my hard dick filling your mouth,” he growled, looking down at me, as he continued, “but I know where you really want it.” I paused and looked up at him. “Was thAt really your first time getting fucked bareback?” He asked me. “Yeah, I was afraid to try it but it just happened and it felt so good. I didn’t know it could feel that good. It never did with condoms.” I said nervously. I was afraid he would think I was too inexperienced. “You... are hiv negative aren’t you Chris?” He asked me quietly. “Yeah. Well, I mean I think, well, I don’t know now. He told me. I asked him to cum in me anyways. I couldn’t help myself.” I felt so dumb the moment I said that, but his response surprised me. “Chris, I don’t want to get too deep here but I have learned there are certain gay men that discover that connection that barenacking gives us men. By taking his cock raw and taking his load in you, you guys are connected now forever. He bred you. His semen is soaking into you now. Some gay men, once they discover that connection they just want more and more of it. And for tops, it’s the same. We want to share our seed with our bottoms. I know I really want to have that connection with you, to share my cum with you. To give you part of me that you will always have.” As he finished saying that, his hands were gently pulling me up and helping me onto the bed. “I want to have that connection with you too. This is stupid, but when you said you wanted to take me to your room, I kept hoping you shoot lots of cum. Your balls are so big...,” I stammered. “Chris I am going to make you feel so good. And give you just what you need. And yes, you are going to get a huge load in you when I cum. You want that baby?” Falling back and pulling my legs up, I exposed my hole to him. “What a pretty hole. It’s all shiny with cum too. Cum makes great lube too”, he said, pushing a finger in my hole. I arched my back and gave in to the pleasure of my hole. There was one thing on my mind. I didn’t know if I should ask. Or if I wanted to know. When I thought about what had already happened it was too much to process and I just knew that at the time I hadn’t been able to resist it. If I asked, then i’d be asking for it before he even started. If i waited til after, then i could just say I didn’t know. And he already said he shoots a ton of cum. I had to know. “Ron, are you hiv positive?”

LOL that's rich, Donald Trump signing a law inhibiting sex work. Poor Stormy Daniels.

My load soaked my fuzzy chest, firm pecs, all the way up to my well trimmed beard. I was surprised at the amount since this was my third load of the day, all produced while watching a video of the ripped 19 year old stud who was renting one of the smaller apartments in my building. On my computer screen, the webcam recording showed him going from fully clothed, to naked and hard, to shooting his hot teen spunk onto a pair of black lace panties(left on his bedroom floor by one of the sorority sisters who shared the 3 bedroom apartment above his). Every time I watched it, I always ended up cumming when he reclined on his bed and described fucking her in the stairwell only 5 yards from his landlord's (aka my) door. As the vid rolled on to his massive explosion, I began to get hard again but had to put it away before I rubbed myself raw. How did I find myself stroking to my hot, young buck-of-a-tenant? With a little luck, some careful planning and a bold goal. This was only stage one of my plan to transform Derek from a normal, innocent young ladies man into my personal plaything. It all began when he walked into my rental office and asked if I'd had a chance to look at his application for the smallest unit, hidden near the back of the building in the basement. Normally I do not rent to college guys, due in part to their irresponsible tendencies, and in part to my perpetual hardon whenever I am near one. Derek could see my reluctance before I spoke, and cut me off with a well thought out list of reasons why I'd be lucky to have him living there. After the usuals, like tidy habits, quiet hobbies, etc., he added that he was working two jobs to pay for school since losing his athletic scholarship due to a blown out knee. His warm smile, round cheeks, deep blue eyes and dusty blond hair made me want to say yes, but his tight tee shirt and shorts led me to say no. Still he persisted, practically begging, since his dorm was too loud to study and all the other apartments within walking distance of his jobs and the school were either too expensive or taken. I apologized and waved for him to leave, knocking down a stack of flyers accidentally. He bent to help me recover them, causing his sagging briefs to reveal his firm bvd covered buns. When he stood up, his shirt rode up, giving me a tantalizing view of the most chiseled abs I'd ever seen in real life. He moved in two days later, and soon his fan club included all of the ladies in the building as well. After he was let go from one of his jobs, I decided to take advantage of the situation, hiring him on as afternoon help in the office. Now that we were spending a few hours a day together, I discovered just how naïve Derek truly was. Everyday some girl would find an excuse to come interrupt us in order to check out Derek, but he would just blush and get shy. One of the smutty sorority girls from the third floor even came by in her bikini (on her way to the pool lol) and the only thing that proved he was alive was the obvious outline of hard teen meat in his pants. "damn those are nice tits." I said once she left. Derek was caught off guard but agreed whole-heartedly. "fuck yeah man, and what a sweet ass." he added while trying to discreetly readjust his hefty hard on. "wish she'd invite me out for a swim." "if you asked," I laughed at his innocence. "She'd let you tittyfuck her in the middle of times square." This began our free discussion of sex, which proved, as I thought, that Derek's experience was limited to some sloppy head from drunk party girls, and 4 sessions of missionary with a girl from his high school. Since he was too shy to approach girls outright, I suggested he try meeting them online. At first he seemed hesitant, until I told him about sites where girls with webcams would strip and masturbate if he found the right one. The next day was spent with him regaling me with tales of smutty bimbos creaming on cam, and his desperation upon discovering they'd do more if he had a cam too. Begin phase one: I offered to let him use the office computer after closing time as long as he was careful not to be seen. Meanwhile I downloaded security software so each of his sessions was saved for my pleasure. After a few weeks of scenes where he'd only whip it out at the end and usually cum off camera, I became proactive. The thing I should have mentioned before is my real profession: drugs. I make a tidy living selling to the local campus and surrounding area, with a select few of my employees living in the apartments, right next door to unsuspecting students and model citizens. One such employee was the same girl that gave Derek a fashion show in her string bikini, and she owed me big. A few months earlier she'd given in to temptation and spent 3 days with her ass in the air at a local frat house, getting gang banged and smoking almost 300 dollars in Tina, which she still owed me. She had no problem with my plan to work it off by seducing Derek and convincing him to perform a stroke show for her while she was "out of town." All it took was getting her to catch him at the computer one night and she had him. Friday night I could hear them fucking on every surface of his apartment, and from the sounds of it, he was talented. The following morning he was at my door by 7, recounting every glorious moment. "I could pound her cunt forever Mr. E," he praised. "it sucks that she is going to visit her family this weekend, but she wants to video chat tomorrow night. I want to make her squirt on the keyboard." "Then you better get some moves Derek," I said, leading him onto phase two. "Why don't you watch some dudes who jack off on cam for money, see what they do that works best, then copy it for her?" The result of his research was the video I can't stop watching, with another session the next morning. As expected, Derek became obsessed with getting her on his cock, which was difficult to fit in with his classes, afternoons in my office, evenings bussing tables at the old Chicago's, and the 90 minutes a day in the gym. He skipped a couple work outs to hook up with her, before I told her to only be free during his bussing shifts instead. this leads us to Phase three: deciding between paychecks and pussy. "so what should I do, sir?" he always called me by my last name or sir, which had me hard in no time. "Do I keep giving up shifts for the fuck of a lifetime, or do I tell her I can't do it then?" "first of all, she is just a piece of ass Derek," I educated him in the secret to women. "She seems magical now, but I bet I can find you another slit who is even hotter if she can't be bothered. Second, didn't you say you'd been doing those cam shows every weekend with her? Why not do a live show for a paying audience? Chances are you'd make enough in one night to equal a month at that shitty restaurant." He declined, but left with a look on his face that told me he wasn't as sure about it as he let on. When he went to his 'girlfriend' that evening and told her he needed to work, she informed him that he could either do her when she was free or she would find a new stud. Stunned and a little heartbroken, he went to work, but texted me when he was on his way home that night: Taking u up on offer 2 find new girl, and decided to do the pay show. C u tomorrow. Saturday night he did his first show and made enough that he quit his busboy gig before the clock hit midnight. A week later, he'd done three shows and had enough to splurge on some beer and brats, which I shared in. He'd never had any beer before, except a sip here and there to seem cool at parties, but my influence was having its desired effect, so he'd finished his third when my 'surprise guests' arrived at my door. Lana and Lois were two of my regular clients, buying enough each week to provide their clients with enough crystal for any and all dates they scheduled. As pros go, these two were the least skanky, but they still had the hints of 'will fuck for cash' in their clothes, make-up and long hair. Lana was some sort of Asian/Hispanic mix, with dark red loose curls, and per my instructions, she was wearing a pair of tiny shorts and a tight tank top. Lois was creamy white with black straight lochs, and her huge breasts were barely covered by her tight, see through dress. Derek sat in silence while I lead them inside and asked them to join us while I got them their goodies. Phase 4: introduce Derek to drugs as a side dish to hot pussy. As expected, his jaw dropped when I admitted to selling drugs to these "sweet grad students." if Lois hadn't sat in his lap when I brought it all out to measure it, he probably would have run for it, but after some drinks, he was all too eager to let her grind into his lap. Accepting a couple beers, they playfully flirted with us both, suggesting all the wicked things they could imagine happening if they got high with us. By the time I brought out a pipe and asked Derek if he minded if we smoked it, Lois had taken his hand and slid it between her thighs, riding his fingers and whispering how horny Tina made her. "Tina? Who are you talking about?" Derek asked, his eyes drifting to where Lana had joined me on the couch, her hand in my fly getting me hard. "this," she said, loading some crystals into a pipe, lighting it, and exhaling a giant cloud. "is Tina. Wanna try some? It make Dicks throb, pussies drip, and orgasms like you won't believe." "I don't do drugs," Derek said, regurgitating the line he'd been hearing since he could crawl. "isn't it bad for you?" "Yeah, but so am I," Lois moaned as she slid off his fingers and walked over to hand me the pipe. I took a huge hit and shotgunned it back to her before reaching out and tugging on her dress so her tits popped out of it. I leaned forward and took her nipple in my mouth while Lana and Lois hit the pipe, shotgunning back and forth. Derek stood up and walked over to our miniature orgy, pressing his huge bulge against Lois' bubble butt, but still declining the pipe. "Don't pressure him if he doesn't want to, he's just a kid Lois." I said dismissively, taking a huge hit while Lana fished out my hard 8 inch Dick and swallowed it whole. Really, I was fed up with his prudishness, and I winked at Lois who turned around and backed Derek into his seat. "That's okay," Lois said, stripping out of her dress entirely. "Lana and I will just fuck around with your boss. Maybe you can join us next time, but I guess it's just us grown ups tonight baby boy. Lock the door on your way out." Derek sat speechless while the three of us continued getting naked and grabbed the pipe to head for the bedroom. "How... How do I smoke it?" Derek's soft voice stopped us as we were almost out of sight. I smiled before turning back around a walking over to show him in nothing except my dogtags and socks. "go ahead and get him started while Lana and I get ready for you two." Lois said before pulling Lana into the bedroom and shutting the door. They knew I wanted to be alone with Derek when I got him addicted to meth, so I'd always be the first thing on his mind when he smoked it. "Hold this but don't inhale until I tell you," my hard dripping meat pulsed while I lit the torch and cooked the crystals, until a thick white cloud swirled out of the round bowl. "Ok, now suck as hard as you can boy." Derek did as he was told, inhaling until he couldn't anymore, then coughing hard for a minute while I took my turn. We did that back and forth, and in only a minute or two, Derek's whole body came alive and started humming for sex. "Get undressed for those hot bitches. We're wasting the smoke boy," I said, watching Derek peel off his tight tee shirts and slide off his basketball shorts, leaving him in tennis shoes and a pair of white briefs that barely contained his massive rod. "this time, exhale your smoke into my mouth and I'll do it for you too." When he leaned in to shotgun, his briefs grazed my thigh, causing us both to drip precum. When I returned the favor, I got closer so our lips were almost touching, bring our hard cocks together, separated by the thinnest of cottons. His next exhale, I leaned in and our lips rested against the other's, as I felt the pulse of his racing heart pumping through his shaft and head. The last hit before we went in the bedroom, I put my arm around his shoulders, and peeled away his briefs with my free hand, kissing him hard and gripping his penis for a long moment before striding away. When he recovered from shock, he ran after me, and we spent the next six hours trading off using the girls' in every combination imaginable. By the time we shot our loads, Lana was practically blacked out on the floor and Lois was hanging from my neck, sandwiched between us while we double fucked her pussy. I locked eyes with Derek as I covered his Dick in my semen, which freaked him out enough to make him pull out and spray his load on her ass. While Lois and I went to shower, Derek grabbed his clothes and ran off into the night... End of part one. Still to CUM: Derek craves more Tina, needs cash and agrees to fuck a girl on camera in exchange. Instead Derek discovers the last Phase in Mr. E's plan: taking Derek's cherry.

Been reading stories on this site for a few years. Had a hot weekend that I felt I should share. Was in Omaha for a few days over the weekend. Checked into my hotel very late Sunday night. The front desk guy was a decent looking black guy. Was very nice and got me checked in quickly. Once in my room, opened Grindr and Scruff. Since it was late and in Omaha, there wasn't much to chose from or many replying. After awhile, the front desk guy popped up on my Grindr. I sent him a tap and he immediately tapped back. I asked if he wanted to come breed my ass. His response was a definite yes. I told him I needed to prep quick and that I'd let him know. I'd be ass up on the bed, door open, lights low. He could eat my ass if he wanted then lube up and fuck me deep. He said he was down for that except he wasn't into rimming. I was cool with it either way. I got cleaned quick and messaged him. He was soon coming into my room to find me ass up waiting. He immediately dropped his pants and started tapping his cock on my ass and it felt quite hefty. I started hitting the poppers based on what I felt as we had not exchanged pics. I was soon feeling good and he was sliding into me with no mention of status or condoms. Deep. He was fairly girthy and pushing 8in. He was soon fucking me good, both of us feeling great. He had to be quick so he could get back to the front desk. The fuck barely lasted 5min but it was a great 5min. He soon pumped a very large load into me as I felt each squirt. He quickly cleaned up and headed out. I looked for more cock but ended up jerking off on my chest. The next morning I met up and hung out with some friends. Early afternoon I found myself with some time to myself. I hit up a guy who I had been chatting with the night before who he and his husband had been looking for a third. Both tops and both very hung. Well the husband was a work but the one who was the most fit of the two wanted to meet, against their marriage rules. I had prepped in the shower again that morning so was feeling confident on taking his large cock. I was soon at his place just as he was getting back from the gym. This guy is probably the hottest guy I've ever hooked up with. Just a tad shorter me, beautifully fit and toned body, and a cock so large it couldn't stand straight up. We were soon making out in his living room with him keeping an eye on his phone as he didn't want to get caught by his husband. He was an amazing kisser, sensual, kept touching my body. We eventually exchanged head. I can say he was definitely a top contender in that. He soon had me on my back, legs up on his couch and took his time rimming me out. After a bit, he lubed up as I hit the poppers. Surprisingly, he slid in with minimal effort, which is saying a lot since he was quite thick and pushing 9in. We hungrily made out as he fucked me deep. After a bit, he had me kneeling on the couch and he took me again. After about 5min of that, I was cumming a massive load in my hand. He kept fucking me for a bit, still making my ass feel amazing. He pulled out for a bit, ate my ass as he jerked and pushed it back in to fill me with his load. As he was cumming down from his orgasm, he was licking and kissing my back and my neck. He pulled out and we made out for a bit more before I cleaned up and left. This was probably one of my top 5 fucks of all time due to the passion and connection we shared. I'm hoping for another round the next time I'm in town. My plans changed that evening and I stayed another night with friends. My previous trips to Omaha, I'd chatted with an Army guy but we never had the time to connect. I hit him up that evening. He was free and wanting me to come over. He was a very handsome ginger, about 6'2, nice solid build. We went to his room, got naked and spent a good half hour laying on his bed, kissing and just touching and stroking the others body. He then flipped me onto my stomach and ate my ass for another 15min. After he was done, he laid down next to me as I went done on his large cock. Now, he wasn't as big as the previous guy but I for sure was not complaining. After a bit, we were 69ing with my sucking his cock and him eating my ass. I soon turned and started slowly riding my cock against his. He grabbed the lube and I the poppers and he said he needed to be in my ass. In a short time I was riding that rock hard cock as it was hitting all of my buttons. We fucked for about 20min with me sliding off a few times to rest my hole and to keep him from cumming too soon. I finally reached the point of just needing to cum. I told him I was close and he wanted me to cum all over his chest. I soon shot hard and he fucked rabbit style till his load was deep in me. We cleaned up after, kissed and I was on my way. Another guy to add to my repeat list for my travels.

No, this is not a story of how I knocked up some bimbo. It’s about this dude I met a few years ago. After he converted due to the toxic loads I dumped in him I started calling him my AIDS baby and he started calling me his AIDS daddy. We met online for the first time I guess about four years ago. He was 25 years old at the time and quite a hot dude. Decent body, 6’ tall, brown hair and an absolute looker, looked quite innocent, though that was deceiving. Behind those green eyes he was hiding a very slutty mind. We chatted a few times and I found out he was an airline steward living in a town some 30 miles from me, so not too far. He learned that I’m poz and quite toxic which turned the little slut on to no end. Unfortunately due to his erratic flying schedule it was difficult to arrange a hook up quickly. One time we were chatting on skype and he told me he just got fucked by some barebacker and the fresh cum was still in his ass, held there by his dildo. I was a bit sceptical at first but then he turned on his cam and climbed up on his chair, dildo sticking out from his ass. He pushed the dildo’s suction cup onto the chair and started fucking himself on it for several minutes. Finally he pulled his ass up from the dildo and I could see the cum leaking from his open hole onto the chair. Then the little slut bend over and started licking it up. After this little show I was convinced he was an absolute cum addickted fuck slut and decided he needed to get AIDS, which he agreed to enthusiastically. We were finally able to arrange our first meeting a few weeks later. He just got his latest test result which confirmed he was still clean. I went to his town where he picked me up at the train station. When I got in his car he immediately started sucking my cock as I had ordered him. After a few minutes I told him to head over to his place and a few minutes later we arrived at his apartment complex. As soon as we entered his place I ripped his track pants from his ass and pushed him down on his knees. I forced my hard cock down his throat which he really didn’t like but who cares about what a bitch wants? Then I shoved him to the bed, tied him up and forcibly spread his legs apart. I told the bitch “I’m gonna ram my toxic AIDS cock up your ass you little slut.”, then I pushed it all the way in, only using a few drops of spit as lube. The little slut was clearly hurting and terrified, I could see it in his wide open eyes and I loved every second of that fuck. I just kept pumping that sweet ass while he was begging me to stop. I just told him I wouldn’t and that he knew that was the reason I tied him up in the first place. Finally I spewed my venomous load deep in his guts. After keeping him tied up a while longer I released him and ordered him to keep my toxic cum in his fuck hole all night long. When he drove me back to the train station he was quite subdued. I guess the little bitch was terrified that he really did get pozzed. You know what they say “Be careful what you wish for, you might just get IT.”. The next morning he told me that he did as I ordered and kept my venom in his ass all night long and that it leaked out of his fuckhole in the morning. As you can imagine this really turned me on, seeing there was a good chance he’s convert. A few days later he told me he got a herpes infection in his ass from me and that it hurt like hell. I was overjoyed about this since it was a good sign and his chances of converting would be boosted by this for sure.

(Another chapter that got too long so it’s in two parts) Part 44 - A Trip to the City Joe woke up Christmas morning and kissed Kyle. “Merry Christmas, you sexy fuck” Kyle said. They got up and put on some shorts and walked into the living room. Mark was on the couch with a Santa hat on and Eric had a sexy elf costume on. They could see Eric was riding Mark’s cock and they could tell from the sounds that Mark was about to shoot. “Breed me Santa, give me a big gift!” Eric said and laughed. As cheesy as it was, it got the desired result and Mark groaned as he shot yet another toxic load into his boyfriend. “Damn, thats how Santa keeps those elves happy” Joe said and giggled as he wandered into the kitchen to get some coffee. He came out of the kitchen and saw Eric now bent over the back of the couch and Kyle’s cock deep inside him. It was a quickie and after only a couple minutes of fucking, Kyle’s cock erupted inside Eric’s cummy hole. “I got what I wanted for Christmas” Eric said and then laughed. Mark had a small fake Christmas tree in the corner of the living room and there were a few boxes underneath. Joe went in to the bedroom and came out with a couple wrapped boxes and put them under the tree. Kyle was next and put one under the tree. The guys sat down on the floor next to the tree and Mark handed out the presents. Mark opened the first one and it was from Joe and Kyle and the tag said it was for both Mark and Eric. Inside he found a pair of large glass dildos with a pair of fur-lined leather handcuffs. “We hope that’s not too kinky for you” Joe joked and everyone laughed. Kyle opened the next box and it was from Mark and Eric. Kyle peeled back the tissue paper and inside was a heavy stainless steel butt plug. Joe was next and was trying to figure out what sex toy Mark and Eric would give him. Inside was plastic carrying case which he opened and found an electro stimulation device with an electrified cock ring and dildo. Kyle yelled out “Oh fuck yeah! You’re mine now!” and everyone laughed. Kyle tore into his gift from Joe and found a gift certificate from the tattoo and piercing shop along with six small barbells. “That’s for a Jacob’s Ladder for your cock. Daryl also wants to know when you’re going to go up a size on your PA” Joe said. Kyle licked his lips and said “That’s so fucking hot.” Eric went to open his and Mark said “Let Joe get his next. I want yours to be last.” Joe grabbed his box and dispatched the wrapping paper and opened the box to find a new tablet. “I know the theme seems to be sex related here, but I’m sick of you stealing my iPad all the time. Now you have your own!” Kyle told Joe. Eric looked at Mark before he opened the last present under the tree, which was from Mark. He tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box, but was greeted with another box inside. Just like little Russian nesting dolls, he opened a box only to find another box inside. Exasperated, he opened the sixth box and found inside a pair of rings and a note from Mark “Will you marry me?” Shocked, he looked at Mark and fought back his tears as he quietly said “Yes.” Mark hugged Eric and then the two younger guys joined in. — The guys woke up refreshed from a lazy Christmas day and Mark was tapping at the spare bedroom door at 8:30 AM. “Leaving in half an hour” Mark said as Joe and Kyle were getting dressed. Joe packed his backpack with his leather harness, some lube and poppers. Kyle stuffed a few things into the backpack and they went out into the living room. “What’s that?” asked Eric. “Well, I looked and there was a sex party at B’s Motor Lodge this evening and Tony recommended a bar to go to that had a fun back room, so I thought after we saw the sights, we could all have some fun” Joe replied. “Damn, you are one horny fuck. You’re just like your brother” Eric said. “What did I hear about a back room” Mark asked as he came out of the bedroom. “Your innocent little brother has an evening of fucking all planned out for us” Eric quipped. “Oh? I guess I should get a few things then” Mark said. Mark and Eric went back to their room and came out with a few items and put them in Joe’s backpack. They drove up to San Francisco and parked the car. They walked the wharf, had lunch and a few beers, rode the cable cars, and then toured around some of the areas. “We’ll come back next week and we can do the trip out to Alcatraz if you want” Mark said. He drove around and gave the guys some history of the neighborhoods. Later in the afternoon Mark asked “So when do your festivities begin?” looking at Joe. “Let me check” Joe said as he pulled out his phone and opened the app to see when the party at the motel started. “The invite said he would be going from 4pm to 4am tomorrow. I asked if I could bring people and he said yes.” “What exactly are we getting into?” Mark asked. “Here’s what the party invite said” Joe answered. “25 yo neg sailor on leave for the week looking to be a cumdump. Tops and vers only, no other bottoms. BB only, taking all loads. No pullouts. No watchers - wait your turn if theres a line, fuck, breed then go. May be blindfolded. Room info sent day of party.” “Damn, that sounds like fun. I hope its real” Mark said. Joe looked and he had a message and it gave the room number for the party. They grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed towards Castro. Mark parked the car and the guys walked the couple blocks to get to the motel. A bunch of people were hanging around and you could see a few different rooms that seemed to have some action. Kyle said “well, if this one is a fake then it looks like we have a couple other possibilities.” Joe went to the room he had gotten from the message earlier and knocked. A guy answered the door and asked “what’s your screen name.” Joe responded “bbwrestlr” and the guy said “Gotcha, come on in. There’s three guys ahead of you and I see you brought your friends like you said. Cool.” The guys moved into the room and Joe and Kyle took their jeans off. Mark and Eric just unzipped theirs and pulled their cocks out of the side of their jockstraps. They looked around the room and Joe spotted the guy’s navy uniform folded neatly on a chair next to the bed. The guy getting fucked looked like the profile pics - five foot ten, brown haired, smooth body and he spotted a couple tattoos on his arms. He was nicely muscled and seemed to be enjoying the older guy that was fucking him. Joe looked back and the doorman had a smile on his face as he watched the sailor get pounded. The doorman was a muscled hulk who definitely could be a doorman at a club or bar. His hair was cropped short and the muscles were visibly straining his t-shirt. His jeans were tight and full of beefy legs and ass. The bulge in the doorman’s pants and the occasional rub from his hand said that he liked some man on man action and was enjoying the scene. Joe’s attention was drawn back to the sailor getting fucked when the guy pounding him yelled out “Fuck… Fuck… FUCK… TAKE THAT LOAD, BOY!” He could see the older guy’s ass clench as he pumped his cum into the slut and the sailor let out a loud moan. He pulled his cock out and wiped it with a towel as the next guy in line moved behind the sailor. “Don’t forget to put your mark on him” the doorman said and the older guy took the marker and put another hash mark on the slut’s back. The next guy to fuck the sailor was a skinny guy a few inches taller than Joe. He had long straight dark hair, but little body hair and pale skin. He was a bit jittery and Joe figured he was probably wired on something. He was endowed with a long 9 inch thin cock that he rammed into the empty hole. He fucked hard and fast and Joe had seen him edging before so figured he wouldn’t last long. Joe stroked his cock to full hardness as he watched the skinny guy pound the sailor and it took less than five minutes before he heard the guy grunt and then yell out “I’m breeding your hole with my dirty seed, faggot.” The guy slammed in a few last times and pulled off using the towel to clean his cock off and marking his load on the slut’s back. The guy in front of Joe then walked up and checked out his prey. The sailor moved around on the bed, eager to get another cock inside him. The guy was a stocky Puerto Rican guy with muscles and tattoos everywhere. Joe noticed a marine corps tattoo on his chest and his haircut said military. The bushy mustache and goatee told him he was he was ex-military. His legs and ass were very hairy over the thick muscular limbs. The guy’s beefy hands roamed over the sailor’s body and ass. He leaned over and whispered something in the bottom’s ear and then grabbed the blindfold laying on the bed. He covered the sailors eyes, securing the blindfold and then slapped his ass hard before shoving his thick uncut seven inch cock into the sailor’s waiting hole. He pistoned in and out hard and fast for a few minutes and then pulled out as if he was just testing if it was worth his time to continue to fuck the bottom. In one quick motion, he flipped the sailor on to his back and slammed back inside. He fucked with an even pace of hard thrusts. The guy kept having to pull the sailor back to the edge as he kept getting pushed towards the center of the bed. Joe stroked his cock with the same tempo, occasionally stopping so he didn’t blow his load before getting to fuck the bottom. A growl filled the room as the top bred the sailor and everyone took a step back in case the top became "the hulk". He slammed in twice more after the growling subsided and then pulled his cock out. As the guy pulled his jeans up Joe kneeled down behind the sailor and pushed his face in between the muscled ass cheeks and feasted on the cum dripping out of the gaping hole. He heard the sailor moan, only the second sound Joe had heard from him. Joe stood up and dripped some of the cum from his mouth on to his cock and flipped the sailor back on his knees before he pushed in. His cock slid in with just light pressure until his bush was against the cummy hole. He started to fuck and sped up quickly. He knew these kinds of fucks were to fuck and nut as soon as possible to let the next guy take his turn. Joe slammed in and heard the door open as the skinny guy left and another top arrived. He watched the previous top mark his unknown load and then Joe started to pound hard and then jackrabbited his hole, enjoying the sea of cum around his cock. He varied both the angle and intensity of his thrusts and appreciated that the bottom could still work his cock after a few hours of getting used as a cumdump. He began to fuck harder again and then groaned as he shot his toxic seed into the sailor’s cumhole. He took the marker and went to add his mark. He looked back to the guy’s left shoulder blades a ‘-‘ with a line below it and two hash marks. in the middle was a ‘?’ and a line below it with five hash marks. On his right shoulder blade was a ‘+’ and a line and nine hash marks. Joe made it ten and stepped aside. Kyle was next and stuck his finger into the sailor’s hole and scooped a little bit of cum on his finger and tasted it. He lined his cock up and shoved in and drilled like he was possessed. Joe had watched his boyfriend fuck numerous guys but never with the speed he did this time. He was groaning as he pounded and in a few minutes was dumping his strain into the cum hungry bottom. He added his mark on the guy’s back while Eric dropped his pants down and shoved his cock into the sailor. While Eric was fucking, two more guys showed up. He fucked hard for a little bit and then slowed down and enjoyed the sailor’s cum soaked pussy. Eric bent over the sailor’s back and hammered him for half a minute before adding another charged load to the swill inside the slut. He marked the bottom’s shoulder while Mark slid in. Mark took a slower pace than Kyle and Eric had but was just as rough. The sailor was grunting as his cock slammed in deep, paused and then pulled back. Mark did it over and over and then started to fuck faster. Joe moved behind Mark and reached around and pinched his nipple through the t-shirt and whispered “knock him up like you did me” into his ear. Mark rammed in and his cock pulsed, shooting his bugged up semen inside to mix with the other loads. He pulled out and Joe leaned down and quickly cleaned his cock. Mark added a thirteenth mark under the ‘+’ and zipped his pants up. The next guy, a tall, light skinned black guy with a biohazard tattoo on his upper left arm took Mark’s place and started fucking the sailor. The four guys went to leave and the doorman gave Joe a wink before saying “Thanks. Come back later if you want.”

Part 8 Fucked, fisted and left bleeding... My legs ache as does my hole and yet I feel the need for more and as if reading my mind Martin asks, Does your pussy feel empty?” and I quickly respond, “Yes it needs to be filled, I can’t stand the empty feeling! I need it filled. I need more cum!” Martin then starts to tease my ass with his fingers, inserting one, then two, before I knew it he had four scratching fingers in my ass stretching my hole. He starts sliding all his fingers and a thumb into my ass. I instantly lost that empty feeling, now feeling very full but wanting more, my ass was fucking hungry to be filled wide and deep! I push back to meet his fist with full acceptance and my ass ring willingly opens fully sucking his thick fist in, in one go. Martin notices saying, “Fuck bossman! Your cunt is sucking my fist right in!” Martin pushes in to the wrist and all I can do is make primal moans of pleasure as I start to uncontrollably try my best to ride his fist. God knows what damage is being done as he punches in deeper but each time he pulls out of my ass I whimper like a baby and each time he pushes his fist back in I’m moaning in pleasure like the cumdump whore I’ve turned in to. “More?” asks Martin “Yeah, more!” I enthusiastically shake my head up and down. With that for an answer Martin is pushing his fist the deepest into my now gaping hole. “Pushing that dirty load in as deep as possible making sure it will never come out, making sure Aaron’s med resistant strain gets you first, although by the end of the night you’ll get every strain possible dumped into this worthless hole!” He then fully withdraws, pulling his arm up to my face showing me the cum and streaks of both shit and blood, “Here smell and taste yourself Pig!” as he wipes it off across my nose and mouth, I inhale the tangy aromas that immediately makes my hard cock twitch and drool more pre-cum. I watch goggle eyed as Aaron takes one of the large butt plugs off the shelf passes it to Martin who unceremoniously shoves it up my cum oozing gaping ass. “Now lay there quietly while we answer the ads advertising your Neg hole for a Pozzing fiesta here and at Sailors Sauna Club tonight.” In the excitement I’d missed the pinging text responses but Martin had control of my mobile and was answering message after message, telling me, “I’m giving the address and, ”the door will be open, follow the chain rattling sound of the sling. Before our guests arrive, you’ll get one more load from both of us and then we’ll leave you to the dogs.” The but plug is pulled out and a small drip of cum that was escaping my hole is roughly forced back in. Martin blows on my hole which in turn puckers and winks at him. His beer can thick blunt cock advances slowly, I squeeze as best I can on the invading shaft to feel every vein held in his velvety skin as he pushes forwards stretching my sphincter around his massive girth, until his balls came to rest on my ass. I opened my eyes and looked up into his, they sparkled wickedly as he pulls out slowly from my sore hole again….my stretched and battered ring still struggles to cling to his shaft as he withdrew, the tugging sending waves of tingling pleasure through me making my eyes roll back as my hole spreads wide around his cockhead. ‘Your sloppy hole feels so good wrapped around my cock. I’m gonna make sure we well and truly knock you up before the other guys come over and use your hole.” His eyes pierce mine, he nods slightly closes his eyes and slams into my ass. His cock punches into my hole over and over again, hammering away at my guts and I cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain with each penetrating thrust. “Fuck me harder. It hurts so good, do it…Poz my hole” “Demanding bossman aren’t you?” I cannot reply as I try to keep up with his animalistic fucking as my hole begins to make wet sloppy sounds as he batters it loose. He grunts with each stroke as he continues to wreck my hole, sweat spring up all over my body and drips from his. his breathing short and ragged. I watch enthralled as his muscles dance on his torso and his arms flex as he forces his cock forward on each in stroke, his arms twitch with the effort on withdrawal with each powerful jackhammer like thrust. I know that my hole is totally being destroyed and never going to be tight again. I don’t care; it feels good punishment for what I have done. I have found a place of peace and contentment, doing what I was meant to do all along: taking any man’s cock up my ass raw whether it be clean or diseased it does not matter to me now. All that matters is the load. All too soon his rhythm changes from the hole destroying jackhammer to random quick thrusts in every direction as he ravishes my hole and I realise he is getting close. “YES! Give me that charged load!” I howl nearly out of my mind from the fucking. “OK Bossman let me hear you beg for me TO…POZ…YOUR…HOLE,” commanded Martin as he kicked into a higher gear completely pulling out, before slamming back inside. “BEG…SLUT!...TELL…ME…TO…POZ…YOUR…NEG…CUNT!” He demands punctuating each and every word with a powerful thrust back inside my ragdoll like body pinned beneath him. I can feel his sweaty balls crushed up against my ass drawing up tight as they fire off their toxic death seed. Letting out a sound like the roar of a lion he slams into me and held his pulsing cock deep inside as his load empties into my ripped-up guts. I feel a sense of euphoria wash over me. Job done. “Yes, yes, yes POZ my neg pussy!!!!” I squeal in my slippery piss and sweat drenched euphoric state, I’m so turned on that I feel the last of my Neg cum boiling in my balls and then blast a huge load in two, three, four and now five powerful spurts, pumping so much cum out that they feel as if they are going to turn inside out. It takes so much energy ejecting benign sperm to make room for the dangerous stuff that I slump back into the sling totally exhausted, a fog swirls in my mind and all I want to do is sleep. As I come to Aaron is taking legs back and has lined his cock up at my fuly exposed opening. As he shoves his thick nine inch cock in deep with a single thrust he announces to the gathered in the room, “Now it’s time to really knock this slut’s ass up with some poz loads.” Where did these guys come from? Yet before I think about them I yelp as Aaron’s cock punches my hole as deep as before and although his girth does not really hurt, only stinging slightly as the freshly deposited cum froths’ around his balls and drips on to mine. Despite the sting I cannot believe how good it feels to have another cock inside my incredibly hungry hole. Aaron groans in pleasure as his thick nine-inches drives into my spooge lubed hot chute as his balls slap repeatedly against my ass cheeks and I love the feeling and sound of them smacking me hard. “Yo folks we’ve got a bleeder here come look at all the pink froth." The looking directly at me says, “You're bleeding a bit, bossman, but that's OK it'll just add more lube."” Aaron announces, before demanding “Someone pinch my nips, I need to blow.” I see several men gather round hands roam over Aaron’s muscled body and I feel a hand at my hole I guess wrapping fingers around his dick adding pressure to help his quest to cum. And then I hear growled loudly “FUCK BITCH! YOU WANT THIS POZ LOAD DON’T YOU?” As Aaron switches from rapid pummeling to forceful long-dicking making sure I feel every inch of his fuck-tool as he slams back inside his newly corrupted cumdump. He gazes deeply into my eyes, “Remember this moment forever cumslut.” The chains jangle above the slap of skin on skin and the grunts of horny men filled the room until splats of cum cover me pushing Aaron over the edge as he droves in hard and grabs my legs tightly. His cock pulses and throbs spewing his venomous Poz cum into my cunt and amid cheers and chants of "Poz the cunt" simply says, "Job done" then slumps forwards covering me in his exhausted sweaty body. I am completely fucked both actual and metaphorically, "I can't take any more" is all I can utter as I am unshackled from the sling and in a blur carried into a bedroom to be left to the dogs...

WOW. I had no idea this was going to happen! From whitehouse.gov.. President Donald J. Trump applauds the Senate for passing H.R. 1865, the Allow States and Victims to Fight Online Sex Trafficking Act. This bipartisan piece of legislation takes an important step forward in fighting the despicable act of human trafficking. Says the man that paid Stormy Daniels and a number of other women for sexual intercourse. FUCK HIM.

Part 7. FUCKED well and truly I scream an almost unintelligible “NOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo” But in what must be a well-rehearsed double act Aaron violently jabs his massive meat in my now sore hole, eliciting an immediate “Ooouch!” from me just in time for Martin to plug my mouth with his equally impressive cock thrusting the huge shaft all the way into my open mouth until I choke, gag and gasp for air. My senses went into overdrive being sadistically spit roast, “Unn, ungg, nnn, n-n-n” was the only sound I can make, my mind racing, clink, clank, clink, clank rings around my ears from the Sling chains. I try to relax and breathe from the throat-fuck pounding but Martin is getting off on making me drool and choke as my eyes tear up. "Damn it Bossman chaser.” He pants, “I'm gonna shoot today’s first Poz load down your bugchasing throat and you'd better swallow every drop, then keep sucking to keep me hard ready for the second load that’s going in your tight arse." Then it suddenly happens....his cock vein’s pulse, the shaft swelled yet further and harder as he cut off my air supply and then torrents of red hot dirty Poz cum is hitting the back of my throat while he pushes in as far as he could go while screaming, "Swallow every drop bitch." I all but blacked out only coming to as he eases his still gushing cock from my throat and yet somehow there was more cum pumping out than I can swallow so it’s only escape was up and out through my nose! Momentarily amid gurgling sounds I feel as if I’m going to drown in cum. At that same moment Aaron picks up his fucking pace pulling almost all the way out until only the huge cockhead is pulling against my ass lips then ramming in deep, penetrating me painfully so that I feel a sharp dagger like pain deep inside my guts followed by a muffled pop as his mushroom head smashes through my second sphincter time and time again. I deserve this pain, welcome it for playing with fire and getting burnt. This pain is for cheating and I embrace it by pushing myself onto this hard-invading piece of flesh as I squeeze my ass muscles down around his cock trying to give Aaron a good feeling. My phone rings…of course it will be Steve, he always immediately answers my calls and it’s a running joke between us that I take ages to get back to him, Martin picks up the call and hits the speaker button. “Aaaaawwwwwwaaaaallllllllllllllllllllll” A screech like that of a wounded animal pierces the air followed by expletives, It’s over, we’re through, your things will be on the front lawn, I don’t ever want to see you ever again.” I can’t respond, just repeat “ehhr, ehhr, ehrr together with the recurring jangling of the sling chains is all Steve could hear if he is listening as Aaron’s cock viciously hammers my bruised colon damaging the sensitive membrane of skin within giving his toxic pre-cum swimmers plenty of opportunity to change my life forever as he changes tempo and directions. My prostate is stimulated by the constant rubbing and poking of his shaft across it and as the discomfort lessens, endorphins kick in, and as pleasure begins to flood my senses I start to enthusiastically thrust back to meet his. Martin whispers in my ear, “let Steve know what it is you need.” I mumble “Get fucked raw!” “Get fucked how Jack?” “I need my Poz Daddies, their buddies and anyone else to rape me! Fuck me bareback with their toxic cocks and fill my boy pussy up with AIDS cum!” The phone is clicked OFF No going back now, my life with Steve has ended. I relax, breathe deep and from nowhere the pressure building up in my gut is released as I begin to piss, an arc of yellow steaming stinky piss hits me in the face, eyes, mouth and dribbles down to my chest. “Arrrhhh we’ve got ourselves a real pig here now” says Aaron as he starts to breath heavy…. “I’m gonna spray my Poz load into you real soon” then pants and groans, I know the tell tale signs of impending climax. “Oh fuck…. oh yes please…..God I love it…. fuck me harder…” I shout, head back in pleasure knowing that the any minute now he’s going to shoot a big load into my body to knock me up. Aaron spits out “Come on…. milk my cock..... Suck the Poz load out of my balls with your once Neg greedy cunt” The fucking gets more aggressive as Aaron grabs hold of the leather bed of the Sling, shoves his diseased dick in me and roars, “FUCK! I’m shooting my virus into you, you whore… Do you feel my dirty cum, bitch?” I know it he’s flooding my ass with his toxic cum and I can’t believe how many spurts he’s unloading, reminding me after each one “Bossman. Take my Poz cum you fucking whore!” Then his sweaty body collapses on me and I guess what’s going to happen next as he continues to now gently rocks in and out pushing as much dirty cum in as deep as possible until he comes to a stop. At this same time Martin whispers in my ear, “You’ve done great, now thank Aaron for giving you his medically immune Poz cum.” I just yell out as asked, “Oh yeah! Thank you, Sir, for giving me your gift, your med resistant gift!” Then it hits me….med resistant….fuck what have I done and yet despite being exhausted I’m elated too. He goes on to tell me, “you’ve found your calling; born to please your Daddies, their friends, and anyone that wants to fuck my cunt bareback! That I was born to be an AIDS cock and cum whore!” And as Aaron yanks out I’m left lying in my own now cold piss, my cock twitching wanting release all I can say is “bring it on!.”

Here it is, the best condom-to-bareback video ever. This time on twitter, so it will be region free: https://twitter.com/juan_krl0s/status/883536639246704640

First let me just say I LOVE the baths! I think my record is somewhere between 16 and 20, and that was a 6 hour window. I love having an audience while I take load after load. Turns me on beyond belief. Just a couple of weeks ago at Midtowne in Denver I was in this little dark closet room. It’s set up so you just lay the top 1/2 of your body face down on the padded surface with your feet on the floor. There’s no door on the room so any and all that walk by in the dark hallway can see my hungry ass, cheeks spread, inviting their raw dick to plow my hole. Well, most every guy that walks by takes a poke...most stay and drop a load once they sample what I’ve been told is my exquisite ass! After I’d been there for probably 3 hours I suddenly felt a stranger taking a sample with what was easily the biggest dick I’d had all day. I instantly began to push my hungry hole back and started to grind on this beauty. I reached back to feel how he was stretching my hole. It was fucking HUGE! There was just enough light that I could make out a couple of his buddies in the doorway, they were all younger black studs working enormous members! I had not seen them earlier so I think they had all just arrived together. I could reach back along my left side and wave my hand around until someone put their dick in my hand. I could stroke the next giant dick rock hard as his buddy proceeded to relentlessly drill and seed me deep. Within just moments of dropping his load, first guy slaps my ass, pulls out and instantly his buddy slides over and packs me full again with his monster. This continued for a cycle where I continued to reach back and wrap my fingers around what was eventually 5 HUGE black cocks. I was in heaven. It took over an hour for the 5 BBC’s to flood my hole. I could barely stand up after they finished. As I stood up and began thinking about making my way back to my room, the cum was literally running down the inside of my legs. Probably 12-14 loads. Fuck yes! I can’t wait to go back!

Part 3: It took a few more months before we were able to hook up again. This time the little slut came to my home. I’d moved my sling into the living room to give us some more space for our little pozzing party. When he arrived we started with a good fuck. I was filming it all, asking him what he wanted me to do to him, which he answered with that he wanted me to give him AIDS and to please, please, please infect him. This kid was as ready to get infected as I’d ever seen one. He turned me on to no end and so I FUCKED him. I’m sure it hurt him a lot but he just kept begging for AIDS and poz cum, so that’s exactly what I provided his ass with. After I dropped my poisonous cum in him we went online to find more breeders to come and drop a few extra loads in his well stretched and lubed hole. Since I live in a fairly small city we only found a few guys willing to come over. One of them actually was a guy I think I infected many years before. Unfortunately that guy was on meds and so couldn’t really contribute to giving my bitch AIDS but he did drop his load up the slut’s ass, making it even more squishy when I pushed my cock back in. One other guy showed up, coming from the next town over and he managed a good fuck in my little bitch before adding his load in the mix. Too bad this guy was clean, well maybe he would get lucky and my AIDS would stick on his dick. After those guys left I fucked my little bitch some more in his very juicy hole and we fell asleep at some time. I really had a good feeling about this session and was hoping he’d finally convert. About two weeks later the little slut contacted me. Bang, he got real sick, heavy flu-like symptoms. He was out of commission for I think about two weeks. We were both very happy about it and he decided he wanted to get tested right away. I told him that was pointless since it takes 3 ~ 6 months before the virus can be detected reliably. But the bitch was very eager for good news and couldn’t wait any longer and went to the hospital to get his test, which turned out negative. He was quite disappointed about it but I told him it was too soon and to wait a few months and get tested again. I still held good hopes he’d finally converted. About 4 months later he told me he was getting tested again and would get the result back in a few days. Those days were very interesting. My mind kept wandering to my little bitch and how I hoped he got what he deserved. Then, finally he contacted me and told me he was POZ. I was so fucking happy about that, he really needed this and he got everything he wished for. I wasn’t really sure how he felt however so I tried to coax it out of him. Turned out he was at least as happy as I was and he vowed he would now also become an active pozfucker, infecting young twinks with our gift. That’s when I told him he was my AIDS baby now and he said “Yes, I am and you’re my AIDS daddy!”. After that day we’ve continued to fuck around on occasion. Right now we’re trying to organise a bareback gangbang in his ass. I hope we can find enough guys to fill his ass to overflowing, he really deserves it and has an insatiable craving for toxic cum. So, if any of you guys, preferably poz, not on meds, are nearby you might want to drop by and add your noxious load to the mix.

Part 2: Unfortunately, some weeks later he told me that he’d met this guy he totally fell in love with and he didn’t want us to meet again. So I figured, too bad, whatever, have fun and goodbye and enjoy the herpes. I continued pozzing other dudes as it’s my favorite hobby and didn’t hear or see anything from the bitch for a few months. Then one day I was lurking in the same chatroom where I first met him and there he was, advertising his boipussy for any and all breeders again. Never one to miss out on any opportunity to spread my love to my fellow men I chatted him up and we got to talking. He admitted that he’d been terrified when I was breeding his ass with my deathstick but that afterwards when he got his latest test results he was actually disappointed that he hadn’t converted. Being the kind and gentle soul that I am I offered him a second chance, which he eagerly accepted. We tried to arrange a second pozzing session. But as luck, or lack thereof, would have it the little bitch fell in love with some dude again, so my plans for his conversion were put on hold again. This time I was royally pissed off and just blocked his number in my phone and deleted his contact information. About a year went by in which I pozzed quite a few other guys but still sometimes thought back to the little bitch. You really can’t blame me for that because he was and is just one hell of a stunning dude. Predictably I met the bitch again in the very same chatroom after that year. We both recognised each other immediately. I was just about to block him cause I’d just about had enough of his hot & cold act (you know: “Please pozfuck me”, followed by “I’m in love, you’re not allowed to touch me”). Right before I could he send me a message that he’d missed me so much and had been looking for me for months and was now totally dedicated to get infected and he practically begged me to come and pozfuck him. My brain was telling me to block the bitch, but my cock was telling me to go there right away and make the bitch regret what he said. Fortunately my cock won out this time. The very next day I went to his house. I’d ordered him to put the door ajar and be ready, dressed only in a jockstrap, up on all fours in the hallway. When I entered he was sitting ready like ordered. This time I didn’t tie him up and just rammed my killer cock up his slutty hole and fucked him ROUGH. Guess I was releasing some pent up aggression from his hot & cold act. I was filming at the same time and could clearly see some blood on my cock. I told him “I can see blood on my dick, hot. Much better chance of getting AIDS now bitch.”. The bitch was like “Really? Fuck yeah man, give me that poison!”. I guess he really did commit fully to getting pozzed this time around. I took my time ramming his bleeding hole before I dumped my toxic cum up his boipussy. I stayed the night, making sure my deadly cum stayed inside his hole, though I needn’t have worried about it, he was so happy with the poison in his ass he kept it all in. When I left that morning I told him to keep me informed about his health, really hoping he’d get sick soon and that he’s converted. Unfortunately, he didn’t get the fuck flu and when he got tested again a few months later it was still clean. We we’re both actually getting a bit bummed out about that. Stay tuned for part three which is coming up soon.

I had been drinking way too much the night I met Michael. I recently moved to Baltimore to attend college and be free of the small town I had grown up in and begin to explore my hidden gay side. There was a gay group on campus, which I started attending to meet others like myself. Chris, one of the older students, quickly became a mentor to me. He even managed to help me get a fake ID which allowed me to get into the local gay dance clubs and to buy booze at liquor stores near the University. Chris and I never engaged in sex though, since we were neither one another’s type, I am a twink and he’s more a bear, but that was all cool. He showed me where I could go on campus for some anonymous male on male action. Which consisted mainly of blow jobs, since I was trying to be safe. He also introduced me to the Hippo dance club. The Hippo club was the main gay dance club in Baltimore, and the place to be seen in the community. I tried to date a few people I’d met there, but it never seemed to go very far. I did finally surrender my virginity to a young jock-like guy I met at the Hippo, who worked as a waiter at the gay bar/restaurant across from the club, but I made sure he used protection. We lasted all of a month, before he moved on to another conquest. I hurt at first, but Chris explained here in the big city twinks were a dime a dozen and I should just have fun, until I finally met Mr. Right. So as a result, I followed my mentor’s advice and began just hooking up with guys I had met at Central Station or from the Hippo. Being young, 5’4” and barely a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, and naturally smooth with a shaggy head of light mousey-brown hair, I found myself popular. I allowed myself to experiment with diverse types of guys, jocks, twinks, professionals, and a couple of daddies, always making sure we used protection. Only once, did I almost have unprotected sex, a lacrosse player from my school started to push in me, when I asked if he was wearing a rubber. He told me no, it was better without one. I made him stop and wrap up, I could tell he wasn’t happy about it, but he did put one on. He made sure to pound the hell out of me, to let me know how unhappy he was wearing one. Afterwards he pushed me naked into the hall of the dorm and tossed my clothes to me telling when I wanted to fuck like a real man to come back and he would breed me like a proper slut. Needless to say, I crossed him off my list of sex partners. One night in October, while I was hanging out with some of my new gay friends at the Hippo, I overheard them debating about going to 1722 after the Hippo. I had overheard a few people talking about 1722 during the couple of months I had been coming to the Hippo, but didn’t know what it was. They informed me 1722 was an afterhours club for people who didn’t want to stop partying after the clubs and bars closed. Discovering I had never been to the club, they decided to take me. 1722 was a BYOB, but they told me if I tipped the bartender I shouldn’t have a problem getting something to drink. Once the Hippo closed for the night, we stopped by Matt’s, a friend from the Hippo who I had slept with once, to get some vodka from his apartment before walking to the club. Since it was an unusually hot fall night I took off my sweaty long-sleeved shirt as we headed towards the club. We shared the liquor, taking swings from bottle in the brown bag. I certainly wasn’t feeling any pain by the time we arrived at the club. A huge bear of man took our cover-charge and let us in. The place looked like a complete dive, but had an amazing sound-system. The dance floor was the first thing you saw, all sorts of people were there. Straights, gays, bisexuals, and trannies all having fun making out and dancing, not a care in the world. My friends led me to the back to drop off their booze and get some mixed drinks. Once we got our drinks we head down to the dance floor. In no time, we’re all dancing up a storm and having a blast. As time went by my friends began to slowly disappear, until I was all alone on the dancefloor having fun. I excused myself from the hot older couple I was dancing with to use the bathroom and get another drink. Dancing is hard, hot work. After pissing, I headed to get another drink. I was standing in line a cute, tall, thin blond smiled at me, before walking over to me and handing me a shot of something dark. I smiled back and tossed the nasty tasting stuff back like the practiced drinker I was becoming. I stepped out of line to thank him when he leaned in asking, “Top or bottom?” “Bottom,” I answered back blushing a little at his direct approach. “Good, let’s go,” he smiled back at me taking my hand and pulling me out the back of the club. Outside I got my first good look at him in the street light of the back-parking lot. He was blond, good-looking, wraith-like, and tall like I like. His skin-tight tee-shirt which didn’t even reach the top of his low-hanging tight jeans, said SPIT ON IT. The long thick bulge snaking down his pants leg told me how much he wanted me. “I have friends back there in the club, they’ll be worried about me,” I said looking back at the back entrance once we were outside and heading around to the front of the building. “I need to let them know where I am. They are my ride back to school.” “The last one left about a half an hour ago with a big daddy type,” he smirked at me, before pushing me against the building and kissing the shit out of me. It was such a hot kiss I didn’t even mind the feel of the hard, gritty, brick wall against my bare, sweaty back. Pulling back from the kiss he said, “I’ve been watching you most of the evening, you’re one sexy lil’ fucker,” he said reaching out to twist, then pinch my nipples. He quickly discovered my sensitive nipples were hard-wired to my six-and-half-inch dick. “Yeah, we’re going to have a lot of fun,” he smirked pulling me away from the brick wall and popped my jeans button open before sliding one of his hands down the back of my jeans and past my underwear to tap my tight hole with one of his long fingers, causing me to moan loudly. He pulled his hand out and smelled his finger. “Oh, we’re definitely gonna have a lot of fun,” he smiled back at me. In my drunken state, I had surrendered myself to this unknown dominate man, who couldn’t be too much older than I was. He pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds, extracting a fat rolled up cigarette along with a lighter. As we walked towards his apartment in Mt. Vernon, he lit the strange cigarette inhaling deeply before holding it and exhaling. “Here have, a toke, its good-stuff, I don’t do ragweed,” he said smiling at me. “I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I said starting to hand it back to him, which prompted a laugh. “Baby, it’s not a cigarette,” leaning in he whispered, “It’s WEED,” he continued wrapping his arm around my sweaty, shirtless frame. “I don’t, well I’ve never smoked pot before,” I admitted to the handsome blond leading me to his apartment. “Oh baby, I’ve got so much to show and teach you,” he smiled using the one hand wrapped around me to pinch my nipple. “Go on babe, just inhale and try to hold it in your lungs as long as you can, it’s okay if you cough,” he informed me putting the joint to my lips. I inhaled my first toke of weed ever on St. Paul street in full view of anyone who wanted to see, but in the early still dark dawn hours there was no one about to see. I coughed like all first timers, but my new friend pulled out a small rectangular green bottle from his back pocket, and had me take another shot of something called Jägermeister, before taking several more hits as we reached a tight alley way between a row of townhouses. He guided me down the dark alley to a basement entrance. First unlocking the outer gate and then door, before pushing me in and down a couple steps to a small living room and kitchen area. A small torch lamp dimly lit the room. On the coffee table, there was a large glass bong and a tray of more weed, along with a long glass pipe with a small bowl and a large bubble behind it and a long-curved stem. “Have a seat and get comfortable, while I grab us a couple of Gatorades,” he said pulling off his tee shirt and tossing it on a chair across the room, and kicking off his shoes. I sat down on the couch and tried to focus on what was going on. I had never been this fucked up in my life and I was enjoying it. My host returned holding a couple of open bottles of Gatorade with the rest of his clothes tossed over his arm. He set the bottles down before tossing all his clothes on the chair with his shirt. “I said you should make yourself comfortable he said handing me my drink. I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick, uncut, hard, dripping eight-plus inch cock hanging right in front of me from his shaved crotch. He definitely would be the biggest I had ever taken. Next thing I knew he had dropped down to his knees between my legs and was unzipping my jeans. “up,” was all he said pulling first my jeans along with my underwear and socks off. He gathered up my clothes and shoes tossing them over with his clothes. “You won’t be needing those for a while,” he smirked at me. “Very nice,” he said sitting down and grabbing the long-curved pipe. He opened a small box and selected a small white rock. “Watch how it’s done,” he smiled at me. I watched as he passed the heavy lighter slowly back and forth until the small bulb began to fill with thick white smoke. He inhaled deeply, holding it for what seemed like ages before exhaling. He turned to me and began to build up more smoke in the chamber, before telling me to start inhaling until he either told me to stop or I couldn’t take anymore. I cleared the chamber twice before he set the pipe down and handed me a blue-diamond shaped pill followed by a green smiley-faced one. I didn’t even think to ask what they were until I swallowed them. “Those are fuck vitamins,” he chuckled, refilling the pipe, then handing it to me. “This is fuck smoke,” he smiled at me, before keeping me smoking it until the white rock was gone. I never felt more alive and energized, and horny. I stared openly at his magnificent, leaking uncut cock. “See it’s already working,” he chuckled, using a thumb to force down his cock. “Suck it, baby, I know you want to, so give it some love,” he said reaching out and pulling me down between his spread legs. “Show me how much you want my stinger up your sweet boy cunt, Then, maybe I’ll give you what you need,” he grinned, grabbing a handful of my hair, and pulling me to his waiting cock. I’d never been dominated or controlled in my short sex life, and I’d never been more turned on than I could have ever imagined. Anything he wanted me to do I would hasten to obey, wanting his approval and his cock. I stuck out my tongue and began to worship his dripping cock. Slowly licking and slurping the large plum-like gland that was beginning to stick out from its hood. I used my tongue all over and under his cock trying to show him how much I wanted his cock. After a while he grabbed my hair yanking hard enough to force me to open my mouth, at which point he shoved his dick in my mouth. “Now suck it properly,” he said beginning to face fuck me, forcing more and more of his cock in my throat. In no time, he was trying to force it down my throat. “Just breath through your nose and just relax your throat babe, you’re making me feel really good, and soon I’ll be ready to make you feel even better with my fuck-stick,” he grinned at me as I looked up at him. I started to pull off to say something when I noticed he was filming me with his smartphone. “Don’t worry babe, it’s all good, everyone isn’t gonna see you being a proper lil’ slut boy, just me and maybe a couple of friends,” he chuckled forcing his cock all the way down my throat to his musky, sweaty, shaved crotch. “Show my nuts some lov’n babe,” he commanded me yanking me by my hair off his cock and down on his shaved, smooth balls. I did, as commanded, I showed those cum-filled balls all the love I had shown his cock, and he loved it, sliding down on the coach so to expose his hole to me. All he did was point with his chin and I began to work my way down to his hole. I’ve enjoyed getting rimmed, but I never really cared to perform it, but here I now was doing it because I was told to and I couldn’t get enough of his hole. The sweaty, musky, manly odor drove me insane. By the sounds he was making I was doing a wonderful job, which made me proud I could please him like that with my mouth. “Break time babe,” he panted at me, yanking my head out of his ass. “Yeah, you like that don’t you baby?” He asked me, I licked my lips and nodded yes. “Fuck smoke break, babe,” he smiled at me. “Yeah, you’re just a lil’ chem, fuck boy, cumslut aren’t you babe.” Again, without thinking nodded yes, he had me and knew it. “Is this your first time being a lil’ chem piggy?” I didn’t know what to say, but yes. I had never felt this good or had this much fun during sex. “Oh sweetie, you’re going to have the best time today,” he smiled at me handing the glass pipe again and big lighter. “Blow some clouds babe, you need to get nice and tweaked for our play time.” In the meantime, he got up and went over to his laptop and fooled around with it before turning on his TV. Suddenly porn began playing on the TV from the laptop. “I thought you might like something to get you into the mood,” he chuckled taking the pipe from me and taking a big hit, before returning it to me. I was really flying by this time, and hornier than I have been in my life. There was a growing itch in my hole, and the amateur porn we were now watching wasn’t helping things. Some twink, who looked barely eighteen, was taking a pounding like a well-practiced whore in someone’s bedroom. “Time babe to get you ready for a ride,” he smirked at me, twisting me around so he had access to my ass, while I could keep watching the porn playing on his TV. I dropped my head to the couch cushion and started to moan, as his talented tongue first began licking and then began probing my insides making me moan. One or two of the guys I’d been with previously had rimmed me, but nothing like this. He certainly knew what he was doing and I had no complaints. Before I knew it, he had switched from rimming me to fingering my hole. The warming lube he used to finger me seemed a little warmer than I was used to, because it burned at first, before morphing into the most incredible pleasure. I can’t remember when I ever felt that desperate to get fucked before, but between my moaning I began to beg for his cock. “One more thing I need to do to prime your lil’ boy puss before we get started,” he chuckled. Next thing I felt was a rough, small object pushed in my ass and a burning sensation. “SHIT THAT HURTS,” I gasped, feeling him rub it all around my colon. A brief time later, the pain began to morph as the warming lube had done before, leaving me with an itch, which became a desire, which became a need. I soon found myself pushing back to get more of his finger, no fingers inside me. I moaned and begged for more. “Yeah babe, you’ve got a nice hungry cunt now,” he chuckled smacking my ass hard, which caused me to moan. “Yeah babe, you want it, now don’t you?” He asked as he scooted up on the couch closer to my ass and began to tease me with his large dripping gland. He would push slightly against it, just hard enough to make me push back against it in an attempt to get him to fuck me. I wanted his dick in the worse way. “Please fuck me, I NEED IT!” I begged him, as I began to lose my mind, needing his dick in the worse way. “You sure you want it?” he asked teasingly, knowing I was his to do as he wanted. “YES! PLEASE! OH GOD! PLEASE FUCK ME!” I begged this man, who I realized I had never even gotten his name, to fuck me. I didn’t care what his name even was, so long as he fucked me with his beautiful cock. He slid two fingers back into my hungry hole, as he leaned down to my ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so good.” He continued teasing my ear, and leaving me panting with need and lust, “Then I’m going to pump my first load in a week, inside your hot pussy and breed you like the bitch you are,” he said tweaking me sensitive, hard nipples, making me buck back against him. “But…but…I…only…use…rubbers, I’m…clean,” I panted as he continued revving me up beyond anything I been before in my life. “Not anymore,” he chuckled, thrusting forward hard, impaling me on half his raw cock. I had barely begun to process what he said to me when, he pulled out to the ridge of his gland, before thrusting forward and burying his cock completely in my ass. “OH GOD!” I moaned in pleasure, having never experienced anything like what was now happening to me. His cock seemed to slide effortlessly in and out of me as he began to long dick me from the start. Fucking had never felt like this with rubbers. “See babe, I knew you would like it raw,” he chuckled pulling completely out before slapping my ass cheeks hard, and then slamming all the way back in and then repeated his action several more times. I couldn’t form any words, drool flowed from my mouth as he pounded me like a porn star slut. All that mattered to me was he continued to fuck me. My mind knew I wasn’t having safe sex, but I couldn’t care, this felt better than anything I had ever felt before. I now understood why the lax player had been pissed at me. I could feel every inch and bump and vein on his cock and it was amazing. “Yeah slut, you like it raw, now don’t you?” All I could do was nod, only grunts and moans were all I could make. Suddenly he pulled completely out, before grabbing my legs and flipping me on my back. I looked up into his grinning face, and whimpered in need to have his cock inside me again. Pushing my legs back towards my ears, he mounted me again causing me to moan as I resumed my place as his fuck toy. “Shit babe, I love turning you college boys into sluts for raw cock and cum,” he smirked, as sweat glistened on both of us. I loved the feeling and sounds of his shaved balls slapping against my hairless ass. He leaned down and bit first one then the other of my hard nipples, driving me to even greater heights of lust and pleasure. “FU…CK…ME…YE…S…HAR…D…ER!” I managed to finally force out of my throat. He began to thrash fuck me, pulling completely out before slamming balls deep back inside me. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…SEED!” He panted repeatedly rabbit fucking me. “SHIT! YES!!! TAKE…IT…ALL!!!!” He shouted as I felt him swell, and begin to pulse, as he ground against me. I could feel each and every shot of his jizz, coat my insides. “You’re…mine…forever,” he panted leaning down to kiss me for the first time. “Not bad, for round one,” he chuckled pulling out of me with a wet pop. I lay on the couch panting hard, as I felt some of his semen began to leak out of me. I had not yet climaxed, but precum from my dick coated my stomach and chest. I couldn’t help but grin at the man who had just bred me for the first time in my life. “You look so fuck’n hot babe,” he smirked at me. “Nothing hotter than a sexy fucking twink freshly bred and waiting to be bred again and again,” he smiled at me taking a couple of pictures with his smartphone. Note- I hope you like this new story, I kind of lost my motivation for first story on here.

(This is my first time posting a personal story in this forum, so I apology in advance for any spelling or mistake since my native language is not english ) I've never really posted anything here before because even though I fantasize a lot about gay bareback, I never had the courage to actually engage in sex without wearing a condom. I just limit myself to jerk off watching breeding videos or reading your fantasy posts (thanks men, your stories are so hot). But some weeks ago I watched a TIM video that changed something on me: There was this big muscular guy totally unconscious being bred by some random guy. Nothing special so far, but in this particular scene, the bottom took some sleeping pills beforehand. He was at the mercy of his top, defenseless, unconscious. The cameraman never recorded the top face so the bottom could never know who used his ass. The moment I saw the video I knew I need to do that. What a fantasy... One of my best friends is a doc, so I asked him for some strong sleeping pills. Until that point, my only real experiences with guys had been mutual masturbation and some oral sex after a party, so I was really anxious about what could happen with my experiment. I don't elaborate these escenarios that much, but in reality I'm kind of a shy man. My friend gave me the pills which he said were the same drugs he uses at the hospital to sleep patients before anesthesia makes effect. The next day, I had a really long lunch break. I used that time to go home and settle things up: I douched my ass and got ready to arrange the meeting. I downloaded grindr (again) and tried to find someone... But just having the pills in my pocket made my heart rush so badly that I had to dress myself up again and finally decided to return to work. In the night, having come back home after a terrible day in my work I opened grindr again. I talked to this mid 30s man who had an "eggplant" emoji by his name. The picture only showed his torso, but he looked really hot (the kind of guys I like, middle east looking, brown skin, muscle pecs, big arms, thick beards and a full grown chest hair) I didn't asked him for face pictures, but I told him the pills thing and the typical "I am kind of shy to the idea of fucking with other guys". I waited for him in my house with the sleeping pills already on my system. The only petition I had was for him to record all the action and send me he video afterwards. I finally took the pills. My heart started to rush a lot. Anxiety again. To be honest I had some second thoughts, I even thought about locking the door of my place... But in the end, I decided to free my decires and fulfill my fantasy. In order to feel more calmed I put some condoms and lub next to my bed. I left the door opened, and before I could notice I started to feel the effects, dizziness, difficulty opening my eyes... I went to bed and man! those pills were no joke, they were as strong as they could be. I wasn't even able to untie my necktie. I fell asleep so deeply. Just remembering it gives me a hard-on. If you liked how I put in practice my fantasy –and want to know what happened the next day– please let me know. It's nice to share with each other what turn us on, and how our sexualities have developed through our lives. I planned to write how things happened in only one post, but it's getting long.

So guys..... who’s going this year? It’s my first time in Berlin ever.... hoping to take at least 10 loads a night and give out a good 5-6. I reckon Berlin is the place for that to happen isn’t it! im staying at the Novum City Centrum (pretty close to the action in Shoneberg) in a nice big triple room. I wouldn’t ever say no to a top or 3 or 7 coming to load me whilst im there hah. Comment if you’re going and we’ll arrange a BZ group to swap as many loads as we can somewhere ?

Since this law is all about trafficking, any site that someone posts an ad for a "generous" partner will have the same issue. Say goodbye to pretty much all hookup sites that don't want to fight this in court. Thanks to the sexually repressed republicans. Oh, before you flame me about republicans....the bill was sponsored by a republican. AND, if you think this is bad, wait till pence is sworn in.

@unitedforces91 - Confidence is one thing, but social phobia/severe social anxiety can indicate an imbalance in brain neurotransmitters, and can be treatable. I would encourage you to talk to your doctor and be evaluated so see if you might benefit from certain medications that might assist you in overcoming the reluctance that's keeping you out of social settings. Social and conversation skills can be learned; in fact, at the bathhouse, there's not a lot of talking involved. I'm actually quite unsophisticated when it comes to knowing all the social codes and winks and nods and come-hithers, but I still manage to do very well. You might find going to a bathhouse surprisingly relaxing. It's basically like a spa for men, where things sometimes get sexy. Depending on which one you go to, there may be a steam room, a dry sauna, a hot tub/whirlpool, showers, exercise equipment, lounge areas with videos playing, locker rooms for changing clothes, private changing rooms where you can relax, and other rooms where... other things happen. You're not obliged to do anything. If you wish, you can simply sit in the steam room and steam the impurities out of your body (Personally I have to be careful about that - if I stay too long steaming out my impurities, there won't be anything left of me.) Or just enjoy the eye candy from the comfort of the hot tub or the lounge. But eventually you'll probably catch the eye of someone who thinks you look tasty, and you'd find that making contact is really quite easy.

(names have been changed) 1985 Who knows how urban legends get started? In the little Nebraska town (which could hardly be called 'urban') I grew up in, there was a story about an evil green skeleton that lived in the creek next to our grade school. He's grab you if you got too close to the water and then drown you. The origins and details kept changing over the years and supposedly, somebody had an actual picture of it. Our playground came right up to the chain link fence that kept us away from the creek. The boys made a game of who could get closest to fence. I once made it within two feet of it before running back. Our bravest, most toughest kid went all the way up and actually touched the fence! We couldn't hardly believe it. Years later, I spent the night at Kenny Grossmon's house and we snuck out at night and went to creek. Kenny had brought a flashlight and a little bottle of water he got from the bathroom at the Nazarene church. It sort of was like holy water as far as we were concerned. There were wild weeds and scrub trees surrounding the creek. We were both acting and talking casual, but we were both scared. We made it close enough to hear the water before a branch or something snapped and the sound made us run all the way back to his house where we watched Elvira and didn't talk about what we'd done. 1995 So I'm in my early 20's now and living in a big city, far away from the green skeleton. I work in a warehouse for a chemical company. I'd majored in English, but this job paid way more than anything I could make teaching. I wrote embarrassingly bad poetry sometimes, but never had dreams of showing it anybody or ever being published. I'd found my way into the gay world -- mainly from going to bars and meeting guys in my neighborhood. I'd even had dates here and there, but never any sex. AIDS showed no signs of ever going away or even being treated effectively. I didn't trust condoms because they could break. I once bought a box of them and played with them. They were just so fragile. It was from a friend of mine that I first heard about 'The Biohazard Bus'. Another urban legend that kept changing and was the subject of many bar conversations. Supposedly, there was a bus full of HIV+ men who would drive around the streets at night and capture guys right off the sidewalk. They'd all take turns raping the victim with no condoms on. It sounded so fake. I mean -- a whole bus?? How did they ever not get caught? The details were sketchy and ever changing. No, it was a van. No, it was an SUV. No, it was a stretch limo. The green skeleton sounded more legit than this bus. I finally got connected to the internet which provided me with a whole new way to waste my time. It was so primitive in those days, but I found a local bulletin board for gays and lesbians. It was mostly about community events, parades and charity stuff. There was one headline about the Biohazard Bus with 398 posts. I went right to the last few to see if there were any new developments. It was then that I realized I was maybe a little too curious about this. Keno: I know a guy who got abducted by them. He was coming out of Chuckie's by himself. Cub31: That is a shit bar. It's on Highland Street which is where many bad things can happen to you. People get shot. Keno: Only walk out of any bar with somebody else with you. I had never heard of the bar they were talking about. Or Highland Street. Why oh why was so drawn to this story? Danger and sex are an intriguing combo, I guess. There was a part of myself I was denying at that point. I will tell you that I was pretty sure I'd end up at Chuckie's eventually. I just had to find it. I started by searching the yellow pages for any businesses on Highland Street. There wasn't anything listed. I asked around. My seedy neighbor -who I'm almost sure was a drug dealer - knew where it was. "That area is pretty dicey. Your car will get stolen." He gave me some general directions. Back then, our city's downtown had been decimated by the suburbs and malls. I didn't even know if the streetlights worked there. My heart sped up at the thought of driving there. I decided I'd try and go to Chuckie's during the daytime. A Saturday afternoon, possibly. Was noon too early? I didn't know much about anything back then. It was a sunny June afternoon (around 2 PM) that I ventured out. I kept forgetting to breathe. You'd think alarms would flash in my brain or something...or that common sense would kick in. Nope. I passed the little bar called Chuckie's. twice. I couldn't do this. Maybe if I knew judo or something, I'd feel safer. This place was scary enough in the day...what the hell would it be like at night?? At least I knew where it was now. Fuck it. I parked right around the corner from the bar. "I'll have one beer and then go home," I told the scared,pale boy looking back at me in the rear view mirror. I can't even remember how I made it to the front door. I was technically sober, but nerves made me sort of stumble a little. A beer would be so good now. I'd earned it. Chuckie's was super dark and smoky. Not very crowded at all. The bartender was a jolly-looking guy in his late 40's/early 50's. "Hi! You here for the bust?" The bust? Did he think I was a cop or something? "The bust?" "Beer bust. For ten dollars you get a cup and all the beer you can drink. How old are you?" "24." "I'll believe you. I'll give you a discount...7.50. You get a free shot at the top of every hour -- which you just missed. I'll start you out with a freebie. It's nice to see a new face in here." I handed him a ten and got my mini cup of beer and complimentary shot. I was new at drinking, but I knew you did the shot first and followed it with a chug beer. Right? OK. I relaxed a little. There was a Chuckie doll up against the mirror behind the bartender. My guess is that this place had been named before the 'Child's Play' movie came out, but they just went with it. To this day I still don't know how to 'fit in' and strike up conversations with people. I stayed put on the bar stool that had been mended with duck tape. I heard the familiar sound of a pinball game in the corner but it was next to a table of scary-looking guys. "How come I never seen you before?" "I don't get out all that much. I needed to buy tires, but I got lost trying to find the place. I stopped here." Lie after lie poured out of my mouth. The truth was too sick. "No tire places around here. I'm Leslie, by the way. I've been here for years." "I'm Jeff. I moved here three months ago. It's not that busy today." "It'll pick up. Most beer busts take place on Sundays, but we changed ours to Saturday. The guy who owns this place is a mafia son with a coke habit...he wants to start making more money. Plus...." I waited. "Plus this area is the subject of many rumors." A-ha! He knew about the urban legend. I played dumb. "Rumors?" "Oh, nothing. You know how queens love to gossip." Leslie and I talked for a while as he kept refilling my cup and sneaking me extra shots. I began losing track of how many I'd had. I'd need to leave while the sun was still out. "Well...it's getting late, Leslie. I should go." "What? It's only 5:30. You got a hot date or something?" "Nah. I just don't know the area very well and want to leave while it's still daytime. Plus -- I think I'm a little buzzed." "The sun will be out for at least another two hours. We can always call you a cab...or have our bouncer escort you to your car." There was no bouncer among these guys. "His name is Nick and he's a huge guy. Nothing will happen to you." Fine. I just needed to slow down with the beer. "Does that pinball game work?" "Yep. It's brand new. Need quarters?" We made the exchange of bills for coins and he refilled my cup. I'd played this particular machine before. It was making the rounds, I guess. The beer was giving me stomach acid. I should have asked for a coke. In a minute. I played a dollar's worth of quarters and racked up the top three scores. I didn't want to sit down so much as I didn't want to stand anymore. I turned to leave and saw Leslie talking into what I thought was a CB radio. No way. Here? He caught my eye for a quick second and put the microphone thingy down. How weird. I walked about two steps before somebody grabbed my belt loop in the back. It was one of the scary guys I'd seen earlier. He had a Village People-type outfit on and was maybe in his 60's. "Have a seat." I didn't get a danger vibe from him. "I'm Butcher." "Nice to meet you. I'm Jeff." "Already heard that. You've been talked about since you came in." Was that good? Bad? "I...I guess I'm just new is all." "You need another beer, Jeff. So do I." He held up two fingers and Leslie scrambled right over with a pitcher to refill us. "Thanks, Leslie. I'm giving the game a rest now." "Well don't pay too much attention to this old drunk. He talks nonsense. Right, Butcher? You're full of shit, aren't you?" "Get away from us." Butcher had a seriously-lined face that you usually only see on old farmers who've worked out in the sun their whole lives. "You don't like him?" He made a spitting gesture. "Not at all. Let me ask you something....do you have a best friend?" I kinda didn't anymore. The best friend I'd ever had was Kenny Grossmon who'd moved away my sophomore year of high school. I never knew what became of him. I was about to tell him about Kenny but he continued talking. "You can't ever trust people. Not even best friends. You die when you trust too much." Top of the hour...it was 7 PM already. Leslie brought us shots and refills while he watched me carefully. "I haven't really trusted too many people in my life. My mom, maybe. I grew up in a small town." He nodded, probably wondering if I was a hick too dumb to talk to. "I got a lot of foreskin on my dick. I can fit a whole pool ball in ii." OK. I needed to excuse myself now. This old guy was no Yoda...just a cryptic drunk. "No, really. I live in the hotel down the street and you could come with me." "Maybe next time. I gotta go now." I forgot my cup and hurried back up to the bar. Leslie had been watching. "I'm glad you're back, Jeff. Did Butcher try to do something? Nick is finally here and he can get him out of here for you." "No. He was just getting too drunk, talking all weird." "Did he say anything about me?" "Not really. He doesn't like you too much. Why?" "You know why? He believes some conspiracy shit and lives in the land of make believe. I can't believe his liver hasn't given out yet. He'll pass out before 9." "Is that why you have a CB radio here? To call cabs for guys like him?" He paused a second. "Yeah. Or cops. Or a security company we use sometimes." "Makes sense. So this place is dangerous?" "Not so much...what did he tell you?" "He was vague." I wasn't about to repeat his foreskin story. "It's the top of the hour! Let's do a shot and I'll introduce you to the bouncer." I swiveled around to look at the front door. The incredibly huge guy was talking on a CB as well. So weird. I also noticed it was after dark now. Shit. At least this Nick due was as big as the Incredible Hulk. I could make it back to my car -- if it was still there. "The shot was something different this time...sharp cinnamon-flavored jet fuel. It woke me up a little. "Can I ask you something, Leslie?" He'd given me a fresh cup of beer. "Sure." "I've heard stories about this place, this street. Is there really a bus full of HIV guys who abduct people off the street and rape them?" "Butcher told you about that, didn't he? That story has been around for years and it's completely false. Why? Did you come here to find that out for yourself?" "No. I mean... sort of. I have a fascination with morbid urban legends. And...." "Say no more. I get it. I live nearby and walk home every night...by myself. I can tell you it's not true. I've seen drunk bums, drugged-out zombie kids, and runaways. But no evil AIDS bus. Ah -- here's Nick. The giant dude came and sat down next to me. He was large, but not all that muscular. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that just said 'SECURITY' on the front. He cast a shadow over everything he was near. "Is this him? Is this Jeff?" His voice was scary deep. He shook my hand. His own hands were the size of catcher's mitts. How was I known so soon? It's not like I'd talked to everybody or made a spectacle of myself. "Good to meet you, Nick." He and Leslie exchanged looks, and I swear there was a secret between them. "Yeah. We were just talking about the myths surrounding this place. He's heard about the bio bus." More looks. "Not that shit again. No wonder we're losing money. If Mario wants to turn a profit here, he needs to quash that shit." I could listen to that sexy voice all night. "Gimme a shot. Leslie. That scummy Dave guy kissed me on the mouth and I need to wash the taste away." We all had another shot. I guess these were my friends now. "Jeff here is interested in urban legends." "Oh...like the hook hanging from the car door? Stuff like that?" "Yeah. What purpose do they serve? How did they start?" I told them about the green skeleton we'd all been afraid of as kids. I was talking too much. I needed to sober up in the worst way. "I think the more important question is why do you go looking for them?" This Nick guy was so astute for a bouncer. "I'm curious. And this bus story got inside my head." There was more to it, but I was done talking about it. I noticed Nick's arm tattoos. He'd paid good money for them because they were well done and sharp. The one on his thick wrist was beautiful calligraphy. 'B B'. The bar had thinned out and we were pretty much just a group of three. Butcher had left at some point. "Time for shots! It's only 10 on a Saturday night and we're empty." Ten?? I'd been here far too long. Oh fuck it. I'd take a cab. We drank our shots. Nick kept getting closer to me and finally wrapped a big arm around my shoulders. "He's mine, Les. I'm sorry, but you've got a boy of your own somewhere, right?" Their conversation sounded like noise at this point. I was drunk but felt so warm and safe with Nick. "Call him a cab, Les. I'll walk him out." Yeah. It was probably time to go home. Leslie turned and made a 'call' or whatever you call it in CB language. I wanted to hear in case he started using that trucker language like they did on TV shows. He had stretched the cord and was talking too softly for me to listen in. He came back with a worried look. "He says it'll take 45 minutes." Okay. Whatever. I'd stop drinking and just go play some more pinball. As much as I liked Nick, there was no way I could picture myself dating him. It would look weird going out with some giant tattooed guy. People would talk. They'd assume things. I stood up from the stool and checked my front pocket for quarters. "Whoa, Hot Rod...where do you think you're going?" He had his hand on my shoulder. "I need to sober up a little. Thought I'd go splash some water on my face and play a little pinball." He and Leslie looked at each other. "Well...OK. Two games or ten minutes...whichever comes first. I'll bring you a coke or something. Deal?" "Sure." The bathroom wasn't nearly as bad as you'd think. It smelled a little like piss, but it seemed mostly clean. I rinsed my face and that didn't seem to help much. Right above the mirror, someone had scrawled "BEWARE" in marker. I just now remembered that detail. I left and went right to my machine. "You're time starts now!" Nick shouted from the bar. Why? What was the big deal? I was a paying customer after all. I mean, what the fuck? I guess my motor skills weren't all that impaired because I won a free game and beat my own high score. I guess I'd only freaked out because drinking was sort of new to me. Maybe I'd even be clear enough to drive home on my own. I hated the idea of leaving my car here and then trying to figure out how to retrieve it tomorrow. I was weighing the idea when Nick approached. "You've still got a few more minutes...I just wanted to watch you. You should see how you move when you play. You lean and work your hips and, well, it's sexy." He'd brought me a glass of Coke. "All he had was was diet. But it still has caffeine..." I'd lost the game because of the interruption, but I was done anyway. We sat down together at the same table Butcher had been sitting at earlier. Looking across at him finally gave me a chance to look right at his face. He wasn't bad looking at all - just big. His eyes were thinking eyes. "I don't think I'll be needing the cab. I feel a lot better." "I don't know, Jeff. You have to prove it to me. We'll take a walk around the block and then I'll decide if you're okay to drive." "A walk? Around here?! I don't think that's a good idea." He stood up. "Look who you're with, kid. Nothing will bad happen...except I might make a pass at you." He winked, laughed. "Just kidding. Finish your Coke and we'll go." I'd never had diet Coke before. It was kind of nasty, but I needed something carbonated that wasn't alcoholic. We headed for the door and Leslie and Nick said a few quick words to each other as I stood there feeling about 98% of my normal self. "Ready?" "Yeah. Can you just walk me to my car? I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine." "We had a deal. Don't go back on your word now." I was in a spot...I didn't want this guy mad at me, but walking around the block seemed pretty pointless. "OK. You have a flashlight? It doesn't look like most of your streetlamps are working." "Already got it. Let's walk, Jeffy." We headed in the opposite direction of my car like two dumb characters in a horror movie -- where the whole audience is yelling "Don't go!". It was strangely thrilling. I felt adrenaline chase the remaining alcohol out of my system. "Why doesn't the city fix some of the lights?" "We're low on the list. There are pot holes around here that are two years old." We went around the corner where it was darker still. "Hold on a second." He bent down and kissed me on the mouth. I responding by kissing back. Then it was over. Just like that. "That was nice. Think you'd ever go out with someone like me." "I know I would." "Cool." "Can we go back to the bar? This street is completely dark." "It's okay. I'll turn the flashlight on." He fumbled around with it started flashing like a disco. "Shit. Wrong button." "Why does it have a strobe?" "It's a signal for emergencies and stuff." I guess he wasn't able to find the normal light because we were walking again into total darkness. Headlights caught us from about fifteen yards away. As the vehicle slowly approached, Nick grabbed my wrist painfully hard. "Your ride is here."

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This whole thread is why I waterproofed the floor of my playroom--so we can let go anywhere. I have fucked the piss out of some men. Fisted the piss out of many. And that's before all the mutual watersports....

Yesterday got an offer from a vers bottom on bbrt who said he wanted in my hole. Took a chance even though it often doesn’t work with 2 bottoms. He was cute, Poz, undetectable per his profile. Nice 6” cock. Boy, did he know how to use it though! He was a quiet cummer and by the time we were done a couple hours later, he had dropped 5 loads including the last one I sucked out of him. He was worried that I didn’t cum. I told him that while I didn’t ejaculate, I definitely came, multiple times! We are hoping to set something up where he can have several guys breed me with him. Hope it happens as both our schedules are tough to match!

@InsatiableBoy - I've been a cumdump for CumUnion the last couple of months, so here's a little advice from my experience: 1. Things to take with you: Poppers (if you use them), a hand towel, a small flashlight, a sharpie pen, your choice of lube, a cord/charger/adapter for your cell phone 2. Give yourself a full, thorough cleanout before you go. Take the time to do it properly and make sure you're empty. Right before you "open for business", take a few minutes to stretch your hole with your fingers or with a toy; I use an anal speculum. 3. You may want to bring a variety of lubes - I bring both a jar of Anal Glide (petrolatum-based) and a bottle of silicone-based lube. I pre-treat my hole with the silicone-based but use the petrolatum-based for most of the lubing. I have found that if you leave a bottle of silicone-based lube sitting around some Top will invariably take the top off of it to try to lube his cock or your ass up, spill half of it on the floor, create a slipping hazard, and waste half of your lube. Instead, leave the petrolatum-based lube out for others to access. It's like vaseline, so it won't spill. 4. Remember that half of what makes the steak appetizing is the sizzle - be mindful of how you look and sound to others while you are being fucked. You don't want to come off as over-the-top or playacting, but guys want to enjoy your natural responsiveness to sex. Don't just bury your face in a pillow. Let your expressions show. Let your face express your ecstasy. Arch your back in pleasure if that's what you feel. Be vocal if that's your style... in fact, be maybe a little louder than usual if you're trying to attract more tops to you. (Don't go too crazy, though - remember, some people are annoyed by screaming bottoms.) Let them know you're lusty. 5. Be prepared to put up with a little abuse if you want to maximize your opportunity for loads; the last time I went, one Top started beating my ass with something made of leather, and smacked it across my balls a couple of times. Now, I'm used to BDSM, and I've been flogged plenty, so this was no big deal for me, and it paid of with a savage fuck later. You have to decide for yourself how much abuse you're willing to take to get your loads. 6. If you're lying ass-up waiting for Tops to take you, don't just lie there like a pudding; put some seduction into it. If there's music playing, let your hips get into it a little. Maybe reach around from time to time and spread your cheeks so the hole winks at them. If I sense a Top pause at the door to my room at the bathhouse, I'll put a little play in my hips or flex my glutes just a little like nobody's watching, and sometime's I'll hear the Top say, "Whew..." Hooked. 7. Do the rounds. Don't just stay in one place waiting for the to come to you (unless they are and there's a line forming). Move around and show yourself off so they know you're on the menu. If it's a venue where you have a room, and there's a bulletin board or a blackboard, don't be shy about a little self-promotion, like writing "Great Ass in room 107". 8. Eat, drink and be merry. That is, don't forget to take care of your body by getting something to eat, stay hydrated, and relax. Don't worry about setting yourself some crazy load goal or setting high expectations - just take what comes and enjoy the adventure. Easygoing is sexy. Have fun!

I usually JUST wear a jock at these events. Depending on the location, I may also wear boots. I like to wear a jockstrap because it's a subconscious signal that my hole is on the menu, but my cock isn't. Feel free to use lube as you need to. Many guys don't, but then again, many guys arrive with a load already in them (I know I do!). You might want to grab a sharpie and encourage your tops to keep tally. Nothing gets other tops hotter than seeing a few tick marks on a pretty set of cheeks. It also lets them know that you've got cum inside you and will not need to be lubed. DO respond when someone compliments you. DO accept the occasional ass pat. If a move is unwanted, be polite in declining it. Smile. Give feedback. If it feels good, let the top know. Moan. Grunt. Say "Thank you". Enjoy yourself and don't get caught in your own head or comparing yourself to others. There will always be someone with a bigger dick and a sloppier hole. Try to enjoy every single cock you get and make sure THEY enjoy your hole. They'll keep cumming back to your hole if you do. I've got a few guys that seek me out every time. DO NOT camp out in a sling or fuckbench. It is acceptable to jump in and wait (for a bit), but if you don't have any takers, free up the furniture for others.

Part 5 The stranger rammed his cock all the way into my hole and all I could do was moan and beg him to fuck me. He just laughed and said “I already came in your sloppy cumdump, faggot. How many loads are inside you now?” “Five. And I need a lot more. How long till you can get hard again?” He just laughed and ripped his cock out of my hole. I felt so empty and needed to be filled with cock and, of course, more sperm. Lots more sperm. “Next,” the stranger said. Another man I couldn’t see lined his cock up at my asshole and started to pound me. I felt like I was living my destiny. Taking cock and cum from a man I couldn’t see. It’s what my daddy raised me for. I didn’t care what he looked like, I just needed his load breeding my sloppy cumdump. Chris and I both had our asses in the air for quite a while, taking all the cocks that our buddies had arranged for, from the BBRT and CL ads and from my phone profiles. Four or five other guys I couldn’t see (or rather, I didn’t bother to look at) bred my cunt and I could vaguely tell that people were coming and going from Dean’s apartment, but I wasn’t really sure who’s cock was in my cunt. I didn’t care. I was in heaven. Then I heard a familiar voice saying “flip over faggot, I wanna see your face.” It was my Dad. He was standing there in all his hairy, muscled, fat cocked glory. Waiting to breed his whore of a son. “Hi Daddy!” I said. A couple of the randos looked at us weird. But their dicks didn’t get soft. “Hey, baby boy. Your cunt full of cum? Have you been doing what Jose, Dean and Eric have been asking you to do, like a good boy?” “Yes, Daddy!,” they’ve been whoring me out all afternoon. I don’t even know how many loads I’ve taken, Daddy.” “I do, son,” he said. “The boys have been keeping track of how many loads have gone up your sexy little furry cunt. You’re up to 15 now. That’s quite a feat, son. You ready for 16?” “I’m always ready for your load, Daddy. Breed it into me, use all those strangers’ loads for lube. My cunt is leaking like fucking crazy. There’s jizz everywhere.” I laid back on the bed and pulled my legs over my shoulders, showing off my leaky, puffy cunt. Daddy laughed and rammed his cock home where it belonged. In the cunt that was his property because he made it. “Fuck Daddy,” I said. Your cock is always the best. “That’s right son. The cock that bred you is the one that always gets to rape you first and last.” I moaned loudly as Daddy’s cock slid into me. Chris leaned over and passed me a shotgun and told me how hot he thought my Daddy was. “You think he’d like to breed me?” My Daddy was one of the hottest men in the room, despite being older than all of them. Daddy takes good care of himself, and his hairy muscled body and fat uncut dick turned everyone on. “Of course he would. Daddy loves fucking dirty whores like us.” Chris laughed and the hairy stranger raping his hole grunted and said “fuck, I’m about to come. Nasty little pig. Want my load? Can’t last long fucking this sloppy cunt………” He moaned loudly and stopped moving. I could see his nuts pumping another load of jizz into Chris’ dumpster. “You fucking pig, another load for you,” I said. “Daddy’s gonna give me another load, but he can cum again really fast so he’ll be able to load you up, too.” “Fuck yeah, I can’t wait.” Chris took another hit off the pipe and passed it along to me. Daddy paused in his reaming of my gaping cunt and took the shotgun from me, and got a dirty grin on his face. “Daddy’s a pig too, son.” He blew the smoke out and continued fucking me, harder this time. I was moaning constantly, begging him for his load. “Fuck Daddy! I need your cum inside me. Please breed me!” Daddy laughed and said “always begging for loads, just like I taught you. Good boy. Here’s another one for you son. Tell me what you want!” “Please breed me daddy! Fill me full of your sperm! I need another load. Fucking knock me up Daddy!” He sped up and kept reaming my cunt out until he shouted “Take my fucking load you whore.” I could feel his throbbing cock shooting its load of sperm inside me. “Thank you Daddy! You now I'm just a whore for cocks.” He laughed. “Daddy raised a nasty little faggot didn’t he?” “You sure did, Daddy. I love your cock inside me more than anyone’s.” Daddy caught his breath and leaned down to kiss me. He whispered in my ear “I heard you offering my load to your little whore friend. He’s cute. Once I fuck him we’re gonna get outta here. I have a surprise for you." I had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded filthy. I was spun and horny as fuck and only wanted more loads inside me. I leaned over to Chris and told him Daddy was gonna fuck him (he had another stranger breeding him right then). “Fuck yeah,” he said. “ I can’t wait.” Dean laid down on the bed next to me while another stranger, a short, hairy 25ish man with a huge cock walked up and shoved his cock in my cunt in one shove. He didn’t need any lube, of course, I had…how many loads in my ass? I realized I had no idea. I was spun and couldn’t remember. Just like a good whore should be. I knew Dean was keeping track. I moaned involuntarily and looked up at the man who was fucking me. He was really hot and I thanked him for his cock and begged for his load. He kept on fucking me while I moaned loudly and begged him to breed me. Dean leaned over and passed me another shotgun and said “Your Dad is so fucking hot.I loved watching him fuck you. Look how he’s going to town on Chris’ sloppy dumpster just a few minutes after he came inside you. He’s a nasty fucker. I can see where you got it from.” I looked over and there was my super hot Daddy, balls deep in Chris. I grinned at Chris and said “doesn’t my Daddy have the hottest fucking cock?” Chris moaned a reply, “fuck yes……his cock feels amazing.” Daddy laughed and said “your sloppy fagdump feels amazing, boy.” Dean gave me another shotgun and grinned at me. “Be right back,” he said. Dean got up and I saw him reach into a large baggie and take something out with his finger. He walked behind Daddy and pushed it into Daddy’s hole. Daddy was startled and said “What the fuck? Dean. Fuck. OH. FUCK.” Daddy stopped fucking Chris and stood still while Dean shoved his index finger all the way up Daddy’s hole. Daddy bent over onto Chris’ chest and moaned. “Dean, you fucker.” Then he started to laugh and pushed his ass all the way down onto Dean’s finger. I figured it was going to be a long evening. That surprise might have to wait.

I was in LA for a few days for work. After spending a day standing on my feet, I felt that I deserved a break and a massage. I found a hot guy on another site who did massages and was a top with a nice 8” dick. I made an appointment and cleaned out before heading over. We both got naked for the massage and he was really hot. Handsome, a nice hairy and fit body, and a great looking cock. When I caught a glimpse of his hairy ass, I knew we were going to do much more than a simple massage. I got on the table face down and he gave me a really good massage. When he told me to flip over, my hard cock was immediately apparent. While massaging my chest, his cock and balls would rub against my face and I stuck my tongue out to give them a few licks. When he started really stroking my cock, I told him that I wanted to eat his ass. He bent over his sofa and presented his hairy hole to me. I dove in and licked, sucked and chewed on his hot pucker, making him moan loudly. I ate his ass for about 10 minutes when he decided he wanted to fuck me. Luckily, I had cleaned out before coming over so I was ready. His profile said “condom only” but he told me he liked to fuck bare. I bent over the massage table and he slid into me. He fucked me deep and hard and was soon filling my ass with his load. After that, I dressed and went out to get an Uber back to my hotel. In the Uber, I logged onto another site to see if any of my buddies were around. One guy in WeHo was on. We had almost hooked up the previous day but it was too late for me. I asked if he wanted to fuck a seeded hole and he responded with a “fuck, yeah”. I asked the Uber if we could go to Hollywood instead and we drove that way. I had to wait outside for a little while when I got there but my too showed up soon. He is bi and didn’t want to suck or kiss, but he loved to rim my ass and fuck me. We played for over an hour before he loaded me up with my second load of the night. Now I went back to the hotel and found a hot, young, hairy, uncut guy who wanted to do a late night hookup. I asked if he wanted to come over and he told me he’d be there around 1 AM. He liked ripe pits and cummy holes so I laid naked on the bed to wait for him. When he showed up, he was way hotter than his pics. He quickly stripped down too and I started sucking his uncut cock. He really wanted to fuck and told me he could cum a few times. He entered my cum filled ass easily and shot his first load. He went off to clean out and shower, so I played with my ass while he was away. He came out, all clean and sexy, and laid down next to me. Now, we got into some kissing, rimming and sucking before he shoved his thick cock into me and gave me another load. We cuddled and fooled around some more until he was ready again. This time was slow and sensuous and it took him a long time to cum meh worked all the loads inside me into a nice frothy mixture before dumping his last load of the night into me. I cleaned off his spent cock, enjoying the taste of the cum and my ass on it. That night, I took 5 loads from 3 guys. It was hot riding around from fuck to fuck in an Uber, with my ass loaded up but the driver totally unaware. I look forward to repeating this on another trip soon.

It's been a week since I last got bred. That fact had been driving me crazy, but since last Thursday I've been at the beach and there aren't that many guys away from the city. Today I got back though and went straight downtown to the bathhouse to try and get some loads. I rented a private room as soon as I got there, got my hole cleaned up and went out to prowl the joint. This fit-as-fuck Venezuelan guy kept looking at me a soon as I got out so I approached him and we started making out. As I got there pretty early, around 4 PM, the place was almost empty and he wanted to set up a little show for the few guys that were around, so right in the middle of the steam room he pulled out his dick and drove my head towards it. I swallowed it whole, while two other guys watched and jerked off. The Venezuelan had some poppers, gave me some, took a hit himself and drove his shaft all the way in my throat, holding the back of my head as he fucked my face hard, not minding my gagging and coughing noises. "I'm gonna cum," he grunted, not, however, pausing in face-fucking me, which he continued doing until he shot his load down my throat. I got up, made out with him for a bit and without saying a word and trying to keep his cum from going down my throat, left for the bathroom. I got into a stall and gagged onto my hand until his cum came out. I crouched down and with the poppers still ringing in my head, relaxed my hole and got as much of the Venezuelan's cum into it as I could. I've never done anything like this before, but the need to have that hot guy's DNA in my body was to great to resist, so I didn't hesitate. I was gonna have that load in my ass, no matter what. I walked out of the stall and immediately saw an older, heavy guy, definitely not pretty, who was peeing. He also was doing a pretty lousy job of covering-up his beer can-thick dick. I checked his cock out, making sure he saw that I was craving dick and nothing more and he nodded me into getting back into one of the stalls. I did and he knocked a few seconds later. He stepped into the stall, which was somewhat ridiculous: the two of us could barely fit in together. Fortunately there was a bit more room at the floor level, so I knelt and blew him. That big piece of meat grew and grew and kept of growing, until, in spite of it already being all the way down my throat, its girth got too thick for me and it started to really hurt and I had to pull it out. I turned around, he stuck a finger into my hole and said "Nice, you're already wet." He got the tip of his dick next to it and started pushing in slowly, taking his time, for which I was grateful. I'm not a big guy, 5'4", and he looked to be over 6 feet, so with me standing on my tip toes and him somewhat crouching, getting his dick to slide into my hole took some work. And the girth didn't help. I scooped up the Venezuelan guy's cum from my cheeks and perineum, using it to lube up his big bear's dick, and I finally felt the *pop* that goes with getting a really thick dick into you. He slid the rest of the way in and, grabbing onto the stall, proceeded to relentlessly fuck me, holding onto my shoulders, pushing my body against his dick, getting his dirty fingers into my mouth and spitting in it - which I fucking loved. There's something special about being manhandled by a guy you know you're fucking just because his dick is big and it's gonna give you a load. It makes me feel like the cumdump I love being. I makes me feel like nothing else matter but the dick. He announced he would cum soon and I started squeezing and releasing my ass to the rhythm of his thrusts. That got him moaning even more and, with his big hand on top of my head pushing me down while pushing himself deeper, dropped a load into my guts that made all the meat on his body shake. I realized while he came that I'd managed to use this guy's cock to push the Venezuelan's cum into me while also getting another load in the process and that thought plus the feeling of that dick in me made me cum a little bit. After that he got his towel around him and left. I walked onto the little dark room by the terrace on the first floor and found it empty. I turned around to leave and saw that a couple of guys had followed me. They were a little taller than me, bodies that had clearly never been to the gym and faces I couldn't quite make out, but one of them had a HUGE bulge under his towel so I grabbed one of his nipples with one hand and his dick with the other, while the third guy took my towel off and started eating my ass. "Salty", was all he said while the hung guy sat down and I started blowing him, and the rimmer shoved his dick in me. I couldn't believe I was getting bare dick this easily on a weekday. I got fucked hard and fast and got another load in me without it being announced. His dick wasn't that big and I really wasn't paying much attention to the guy but for the occasional ass squeeze while he came. When he left it was just the hung guy and me in the dark room and I felt a hand making me turn around and a dick poking my leg. Yes, more bare dick and a really big one this time around. I sat on it and felt the joy that comes with being truly full of dick. The rush of not even having seen this guy's face, the thrill of just being a hole for him while him also being just a dick stirring the other three loads in me. I was grabbed by the waist and the fucking dude just stood up with him still inside of me. I was wet from sweat and slipped a little, which made his dick open my hole in a weird and painful way. I yelled that he was hurting me and he just turned around, said "Get on all fours and don't complain, whore", and put me against the place he was sitting in a second ago. He didn't wait for me to get comfortable, he didn't even wait for me to have all my limbs down before he started fucking me. "I'm gonna take a while", he said, and pushed his dick all the way it could go in. I could feel my second sphincter opening up, but it hurt like hell, my body was clenching up and my dick was oozing cum out of the excitement. Pain was bad, pleasure up there with it, and the continuous loud fucking was drawing some shadows into the little dark room. Soon this guy sat close to my head and pulled out a nice average dick. I sucked on it, not even trying to jerk myself off as all I could do was focus on being a good willing hole. The guy I was blowing took a little poppers bottle out out of nowhere and gave me a hit and that fucking did it. The hung top fucking me took the queue and shoved his dick all the way in and the pain gave way to pleasure as I could feel my fucking soul opening up at the same time my second sphincter did, letting him truly all the way in. "Give me some poppers," the top said and took the biggest hit ever. "I'm leaving it there, bitch", he said and fucked me hard, moaning and yelling, as some guys watched him wrecking my hole. With a big final plow he grunted "I'm cumming," at the same time blowing his load as far in as his dick would go, leaving me sore, leaving my balls emptied of cum, leaving my ass with four loads and leaving my head with the knowledge that I had them all the real way in. I got up, took my towel, thanked the guy for the load, showered and left, arriving at home some time later. Now, several hours later, I can barely sit. My underwear is wet from my hole dripping cum, but I'm trying to keep it squeezed as I worked hard to earn those loads. I'll be going out later tonight in the hope I can find more loads to take. I'll write about whatever happens.

I laughed and said “Sorry, it wasn’t really what I planned.” “You might not have planned it, but they sure did. They’ve been talking about it all week” Ty told me. “What?” was all I could say, shocked that they would want to fuck me that bad. New meat, I guess. Ty had a big grin on his face and I could see he wanted to say something, but was trying to figure out how to say it. He reached down and grabbed my semi hard cock and then looked back at me. “So, do you fuck as well as you get fucked?” he asked and his grin got even bigger. Ty really wasn’t my type. I liked him but he just didn’t get me going sexually. He was blonde haired and shaved most of his body hair. He had nice muscles and a cute butt, but again - shaved. I was actually surprised that he would even want me to fuck him, since most twinky jocks never seemed interested in furry guys like me. “Me? Uh, yeah. I like to fuck too. I… uh… usually use condoms though” I said to Ty. “Could have fooled me. You took those guy’s bare cocks really well and didn’t put up a fight” Ty replied. “Yeah, I don’t know what came over me. It just felt so good and I was kind of trapped” I responded. “Well, its your choice, but I prefer it raw. And hopefully you didn’t blow your load getting fucked, cuz I want you to give me a nice big load of cum” Ty said with a wink. I blushed, not being used to guys talking about sex this freely. Ty grabbed my hand and led me over to another bed. We started to make out and I pulled him tight, my sweaty fur against his smooth skin. Our hands explored each other’s bodies and I started to run my finger up and down between his ass crack. I could feel him moaning into our kiss and our kisses got more passionate. My cock was so hard it almost hurt. I realized that we had gotten over by the bed and I hadn’t picked up a condom, but then I felt some cum run down my leg from my ass and realized at this point it didn’t matter. I placed both of my hands on Ty’s butt cheeks and pulled him up off the floor while we kissed. He wrapped his legs around me and had his arms around my neck. I pulled him up and felt my cock free itself from being trapped between us and was now sticking out and slightly up like it usually was when hard. I lowered him back down and my cock rested along his crack. I moved to the edge of the bed and laid him down on his back and pushed him to the middle of the bed. He let go of my body and I leaned back and rolled him on his shoulders. His hairless hole looked up at me and winked. I growled and buried my face between his muscular mounds, my bushy beard against his skin as my tongue attacked his hole. I lapped at it and then pushed my tongue in. I could taste cum and that was a new sensation for me and all it did was get me more excited. Ty’s ass and my beard were coated in spit. I lowered his body down and dripped more spit on to my rigid cock. My cock was leaking and the head of my cut cock was glistening. I was almost as nervous the first time I fucked a guy and wondered how much different a bare fuck would be to a condom fuck. I pushed my cock against Ty’s spit slick hole. After the initial resistance, my cock slid into his tight pussy. The feeling was amazing with his body gripping my raw cock with no barrier in between. I almost came right away but I wanted to enjoy this a lot longer. My cock went deeper into Ty’s hole until my bushy pubes were resting on his hairless butt. I looked at his face and the expression told me how much he enjoyed my cock inside him. I began to fuck him and the sensations of a skin on skin fuck spurred me on to fuck harder. “Oh fuck! You look so sexy on top of me. I love getting fucked by bears and cubs” Ty said as my cock drilled in and out of him. My fur was matted and I was dripping sweat onto his smooth skin. “You like hairy guys like me fucking that boyhole of yours?” I responded. “Oh god yeah! Real men fucking and breeding me” Ty said. “Yeah, my raw cock fucking that pussy of yours until I fill you with my seed. That’s what you need, right Ty?” I grunted. I had never had any one really talk to me while I was fucking them, but his words got me more aroused and I started to get into it. “Fuck yeah! Breed me! Fill me with your cum!” Ty yelled and several people stopped and looked our way as I was fucking him even harder. My breathing got heavy and I grunted each time my cock slammed into Ty’s ass. I was afraid I was hurting him, but his look of lust and desire told me he wanted it hard. I felt my balls tingling and getting tighter and my cock swell even thicker than normal. I looked straight into Ty’s eyes as my cock exploded, pumping what seemed like a gallon of cum into his guts. I was growling like a bear as my body shook and my cock spurted over and over with my cum. The feeling of my cum coating Ty’s insides and then covering my cock was amazing. My cock remained hard and I started to thrust in and out of Ty’s cum filled hole. He looked up at me when I didn’t stop and I went back to fucking him. Cum was running out of his ass as I shoved in and coating my pubes. There was a frothy white ring around his hole and my cock. I couldn’t believe how good it felt and now knew why guys wanted to fuck raw. I pounded Ty for several more minutes until my balls had reloaded and were getting ready to shoot another load inside him. This orgasm wasn’t as loud or energetic as the first, but it still felt amazing. More of my seed pumped into his hungry hole and after the last twitch I fell forward and kissed him passionately. When I got back up, I looked around and we had an audience of 5 or 6 guys who were clapping and patting me on my back. I guess I had made an impression as a versatile bareback fucker, since several guys gave me their numbers.

Thanks for following me.

I was in Salt Lake City and was horny for another cum and dump party, so, I rented a motel room at the same Salt Lake motel that I had used the last time I had hosted one of these in SLC. It's just across the railroad tracks from downtown SLC. It's in an area of town that is largely black and Hispanic. As soon as I had checked into the hotel, about 5:00 PM, I sent out my room number to those guys who had previously responded to my BBRT, Squirt and Craigslist ads. I also placed a new advertisement on Craigslist and listed myself on BBRT in the "quick connect" section and logged myself into Grindr, Growlr, Scruff and Jack'd. Then I douched myself, showered and rechecked my messages, where I found two new replies from guys who wanted to come over immediately. Placing some duct tape over the door locks on my room door, I finished responding to all the other replies, then turned off the room lights and got ready to take some dick. The first guy entered my room at 5:30 PM. He promptly ordered me to my knees, demanding I suck his cock until it was hard. He was a young kid, probably about 23, probably an American Indian. His body as a bit pudgy and his chest was hairless. I sucked on his cock for several minutes until he was hard, then I climbed on the bed, positioning my ass up. He spat on my hole, then slid his smallish cock into my ass, fucking me for about five minutes before he planted the first load of my evening into my ass. Then he washed up and left the room. Just moments after the door closed, it opened again. A tall, thin man in his mid 50's walked in, reeking of cigarette smoke. He was wearing dusty jeans, a flannel shirt and a denim jacket. He was obviously the straight guy who had said he was on his way home from work, but who wanted a blow job. Again I dropped to my knees as he unzipped and put his small, limp cock to my mouth, which I sucked for several minutes before he began to get hard, but as soon as he got hard, he began to groan, then shot his salty load into me. He quickly zipped up and left my room. In just under four minutes he had cum and gone. I checked my phone for messages, finding a message from a guy who had just arrived at my motel, and wanted me face down on the bed. I wrote back saying I was in position, and inviting him up. Just then the door opened. I was laying on my stomach, my face buried in the pillow. The visitor didn't both undressing, before climbing onto the bed, spreading my ass cheeks, and licking my hole, his scruffy beard rough on my hole. After a couple of minutes he got to his feet, undressed, climbed back onto the bed, fingered and spat on my hole, working some spit inside. Then I felt his cock pressing at my hole. He then lowered his chest onto my back as his cock slid up inside me. He had a fairly small cock, but it was thick. He eventually had pushed me up on my knees, ramming hard and deeply into me. After no more than five minutes, I heard his voice for the first time as he exclaimed ""Ah, Papi. Take my cum. I'm cumming, Papi." He rammed into me, groaning loudly as his cock exploded in my ass. After resting for a couple of minutes he climbed off of my body and made to dress. Turning, I saw him for the first time in the dim light of that room: he was Latino, in his early 20s, and definitely worth doing. "Nice ass, Daddy," he said with a laugh as he stepped out the door. I checked for messages and checked my phone apps, replying to all I received, inviting all the men to join me in my room. Surely enough the rest of the evening was filled with a steady stream of guys, most of whom fucked me, although a few just wanted a blow job. Several of them were married Mormon guys, wearing their funny Mormon underwear. My favorite of the evening, was a black guy in his mid 40's. He told me he wanted me ass up, face down when he walked in. He didn't want to be seen. He also mentioned he was bringing a straight buddy, and both would fuck me. They texted me as they pulled up to my door with their car. So I climbed on the bed and buried my face in the pillow. I heard the door open and close. I heard some muffled talk going on between the two of them, but as they were whispering, I couldn't understand what they were saying. Soon I felt a weighty, meaty cock being slapped against my hole. The man would alternately finger my hole, then slap his cock against it, on a few occasions spitting on my hole several times, only to finally began to push up into me. He let out soft moan as his cock slid all the way up into me. Then he slowly began to pump. I could feel his cock harden and thicken as he fucked. Soon he was pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back into me, balls-deep. He fucked me for about five minutes, then pulled out of me, saying to his buddy "Your turn." Immediately his buddy's cock slid into me. He was even longer and thicker. I had to take some deep drags on my poppers to adjust to his size. The feel of his black bare cock fucking me was amazing. Giving my my ass a sharp swat, he fucked me hard, giving me another few swats, causing my ass to sting with each hard slap. "Faggot's got a nice hole," I heard him tell his friend. "Yeah. A nice pussy," the first guy replied. For the next half hour, these two black guys continued to alternate using my ass. The first guy filled my ass with his load. He pulled out and his buddy with the even bigger cock slid into me again. He only took a few more minutes before he added his load into me. Then they both quickly dressed and left my room. I had one more guy stop by a half hour later, an older Caucasian guy in his 50's with a rock hard seven inch cock. He gave me a quick load in my ass. Then I pulled the duct tape off the door and went to bed, figuring in the six hours I had been taking loads, I had taken eight loads in my ass, and three loads down my throat. Not bad for an impromptu breed and seed.

I wanna travel with you some day...lol. Another great post.

After weeks and weeks of traveling for work, I finally have a full week at home and had some free time to do my favorite activity. Fuck! On Monday, I was cruising the Craigslist ads. The first ad I responded to was from a guy that claimed to be str8, married and father of 3. He was looking for a massage. I messaged him and told him I'd be happy to give him a relaxing massage. Since neither one of us could host, I told him I'd get a cheap hotel room nearby. Since it's a weekday and apparently there are no big conventions/trade shows in town, I found a cheap hotel room in the Las Vegas suburbs for $29. I set it up with him for 1pm the next afternoon. I didn't have much time to set up a hotel pump and dump like I try to do every few months, so I quickly sent out messages to a few of my Vegas "regulars" to see if I could get some more dick while I have the hotel room. 3 of my regulars got back to me. Amazingly, all 3 of them said they'd be able to come to the hotel. So, the next afternoon I was able to check into the hotel early at 1pm. I quickly sent the room number to the str8 daddy that wanted the massage and sent the room number to my 3 regulars. "Str8" daddy was knocking on my hotel room door at 1:30pm. When I answered the door, I found a very handsome guy in his early 40's. I invited him inside and told him to disrobe as I stepped into the bathroom to give him some privacy as he stripped. When I came back into the room he was fully nude, laying face down on my bed. He was in great shape. Buff, with not an ounce of fat on him. I took off my clothes and oiled up his back, butt and the back of his legs. I smoothed the oil into his skin and began massaging his shoulders, neck and arms. Then I worked down his back and finally to his ass. He softly moaned as I began to work on his ass. As I got to his inner thighs he spread his legs wider and I could see he had pulled his cock down so that it was exposed and he was hard already. My fingers brushed his balls and cockhead as I massaged the inner thigh. His cock would jump each time his balls and cock were touched. After working down and back up his legs, I again went to working on his ass. This time I let my fingers get deep into his crack and rub his asshole. He began to lift his ass a bit. I massaged his hole as his ass rose and did a "grinding-fucking motion". I reached under him and took hold of his cock. I stroked his hard cock as I massaged his asshole. He was moaning and grinding his ass. Within just a few moments he groaned and cum began to squirt onto my arm as I stroked his cock. I pulled my hand off his cock and my mouth dove for it. I sucked on his last few explosions of cum shot from his cockhead. Once he had finished cumming, I licked his cum from my arm and went back to softly massaging his ass and back as I heard his breathing slowly return to normal. Soon, he decided to get up. He quickly dressed and thanked me for the massage. In typical "Str8 guy" fashion, he was dressed and out of my room in just a few minutes. 10 minutes after he had left, he sent me a text, again thanking me for the massage and telling me that he'd love another massage sometime if we could arrange it. A few minutes later, one of my gay "regulars" was knocking on my door. Barry is a 6'4", thin, muscular, Dutch guy that has been fucking me for over 3 years. He's got an 8", uncut, very thick, Dutch cock that for a guy of his age, (early 60's) get's amazingly hard. He has incredible stamina as well. Barry quickly stripped as I fell to my knees and began to worship his monster Dutch dick as it grew to full hardness. Barry loves to suck on my tits as he fucks the insides of my thighs. He sucked my nipples, bit them and we kissed passionately for about 10 minutes. Then he turned into his usual aggressive top. He demanded I get on my hands and knees. I did so as he climbed behind me. He slapped his giant dick on my hole as he dribbled lube on my hole. He lubed up his cock and began to press the head into my hole as I sniffed poppers. He's very aware that it takes time for most guys to adjust to his giant dick. He slowly pressed up into me. Then he held his cock in me, as I adjusted to his size. As he could feel my ass relax around his cock, he now began to be aggressive again. His cock was now pounding deep into me. I could actually feel his 8" cock sliding in and out of my second sphincter. It was an amazing feeling. Barry was pacing himself. He'd get close to cumming, then stop. Then he's start again, until he was close, then stop. He edged himself for 20 minutes, then he reached that point of no return. He was fucking wildly when he finally said, "I can't. I have to cum. Oh, God", he yelled as his cock throbbed and he emptied his balls deep up past the second sphincter into my colon. He stayed inside me for awhile as my ass milked the remaining cum from his cock. He finally pulled his soft cock out of me. And we laid there, embracing and kissing as we chatted for awhile. I caressed his chest as we kissed, then my hand moved down to his cock. As I slid my hand up and down his soft cock, I could feel him getting hard again. Soon, I was stroking his fully hard cock. Without saying a word, I climbed back onto my hands and knees and he crawled behind me. He spit on my hole and on his cock. And in one, quick thrust, he slid back up into me. This time, there was no edging. He fucked hard and deep for about 5 minutes, then let out another groan as he emptied his second load into me. Barry was just getting ready to leave my room, when there was another knock on the door. I answered it, to find Trace standing there. Trace and Barry smile and knowingly nod at each other as Trace enters and Barry leaves. Trace is a divorced, 49 year old guy from Tennessee with a thick, sexy, southern accent. He's a former competitive bodybuilder. Even though he doesn't compete any longer, he still has an amazing body. He's 6' foot tall. With a thickly covered hairy chest and abs. Also body is also thickly covered in tattoos. He divorced a few years ago and his son that's in his mid 20's lives with him. Trace told me that he realizes that he's always enjoyed the fact that other men would admire his body. But a few years ago, following his divorce and his move from Tennessee to Las Vegas, he finally allowed another man to suck his cock for the first time. He found it to be an extreme turn on to have another man worship his muscular body and 7", thick cock. In the past few years that Trace has been exploring M2M sex, he's opened up a lot. When I met him a few months ago, he had come to the acceptance that he was indeed bisexual. And he told me that he's now comfortable in saying that outloud. He remains closeted with all his friends and family. But, he's fully accepted that he likes to be sucked and likes to fuck other men. One thing that Trace has discovered recently, is that when the chemistry is right with a guy, he gets into kissing guys. Thankfully, he feels that chemistry with me. Trace had fully stripped. I stepped up to his pumped up body. I began to caress his strong, hairy and tatt covered chest and his erect nipples, as he and I began to kiss passionately. We moved to the bed as he sat on the edge. I dropped to my knees and took his fully hard cock into my mouth. I sucked, licked and worshiped his 7", thick, uncut cock. I licked his balls as he moaned softly. Sadly, the one threshold that Trace hasn't crossed yet is letting me rim him. I licked under his balls as close to his asshole as I could, before I could sense that he was uncomfortable and would tighten his thighs. My mouth went back to his cock and I could taste beads of precum oozing from his piss slit. I climbed onto the edge of the bed and put my ass up. He climbed off the bed and stood behind me. He took the lube from the bedside table and he lubed my hole and his cock. I poppered up as he began to press into me. Barry had sufficiently loosened me up and Trace slide up into me easily. He was super horny and it only took about 5 minutes of intense pounding before Trace was filling my ass with his load. Once he pulled out of me, he joined me on the bed and we cuddled, kissed and caressed each other. While we were locked in our embrace there was another knock on the door. I got up to answer the door. I welcomed into the room a new fuck buddy. Ray is a latino guy in his early 50's. He had fucked me for the first time about 3 weeks ago. Ray is also newly divorced. He had let guys blow him in his high school and college days. But, it had been decades since he'd ever really thought about guys. But following his divorce, he found at his age, it was difficult to find women to fuck. Since Vegas has a ton of very active adult bookstore video booths, Ray had discovered the video booths and had once again discovered that guys give amazing head. In the several years that he'd been letting guys blow him, he's loosened up and had expanded into fucking guys. Ray seemed a bit uncomfortable the Trace was still in the room, but Trace asked Ray if he minded if he stay to watch him fuck me? Ray awkwardly said, "Yeah. Sure". But, you could tell he was uncomfortable with it. It must have been a new experience for him. But, even so, Ray quickly undressed and was fully hard when he pulled his boxers down. Ray climbed onto the bed and I climbed on and knelt between his legs, taking his 7", uncut, thick, latino dick into my mouth. While I was sucking on Ray, Trace climbed behind me on the bed and slid his cock back into my ass. "I know I won't be able to cum again, but this is fucking hot, guys. I just want to feel your ass on my cock as you suck your buddies dick", Trace said as he slowly fucked me. I sucked Ray for several minutes, then moved my head up and sucked his nipples then kissed him. "Oh, Fuck! That's HOT!", Trace said. "Yeah! I love seeing you kiss another man." I pinched Ray's nipples as we kissed passionately and swapped spit. Trace was now pounding me hard and deep. Within moments he shot an unexpected second load into my cunt. "OH, FUCK!" Trace yelled as he exploded in my ass. Then he pulled out of me and went to the desk chair and sat down to watch Ray and I play. I reached back and took hold of Ray's cock. I put his cockhead up to my cum slick asshole. Ray had insisted on using a condom the first time he fucked me a few weeks ago. But he said nothing as I lowered myself onto his cock. His latino dick slid easily up into my cum filled cunt. He let out a soft sigh as he slid balls deep into me. I rode his cock for several minutes, then he pushed me off and told me to get on my back. I laid on my back with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed. He got off the bed and stepped up to me. He lifted my legs up and draped them over his shoulders. Then he slid back up inside of my hole. I sniffed poppers as he began to fuck me deep and hard. Trace had moved to the bed. He sat on the end of the bed, so he could get a good view of Ray fucking me. Soon Trace climbed over me and began to kiss me as Ray continued to fuck me. The sight of Trace kissing me must have been a turn-on for Ray. He soon was groaning and filling by ass with his load. Once Ray had pulled from me, Trace and I slid to the side of the king sized bed and continued to kiss. Ray climbed onto the bed, next to me. I turned and began to kiss Ray. Soon, Trace had climbed over us and the three of us swapped passionate, sloppy kisses. I was happy to see there was chemistry between both Roy and Trace. I suggested we 3 get together again. They agreed and we're going to try to make it happen again as soon as possible.

Part 25 　 I went to my room to figure out what I wanted to wear. I kind of wanted to go to a bar, but the memory of Hank's cock kept me from finding anything I wanted to wear. The more I searched the worse it got and my cock was jutting straight out the whole time making it hard to even concentrate. I finally decided the hell with it, I was curious about a gay conversion party anyway. Thinking about getting that huge cock in my mouth and his mouth on my cock and maybe letting him fuck me again was guiding all my thinking now. I wanted to see what all they did. Going downstairs I noticed I had been looking for clothes longer than I thought I had. It was already only a couple of minutes till 9. Since I couldn't think of what to wear out, I just headed out the back door naked to head over to Hank's. There was already someone on the picnic table (boy had it been busy lately), but it appeared to be noone I knew. There were two others there, with one having his cock down the guy's throat and the other one already pounding away at his hole, hard. I stopped to watch for a couple of minutes and the guy doing the fucking was telling the guy, "I'm getting close. Going to impregnate your hole and convert you with this big hot load I have for you." The guy being fucked was gasping in pleasure, but with his mouth full of cock he couldn't reply. He was thrusting his ass back on that cock as it entered him just as hard as he was being pounded. Then I could tell the guy was unloading in his ass as he just rammed his cock home and shuddered and ground into him. The guy let loose of the cock in his mouth and almost shouted, "OMG, I can feel your cock pulsing in me, I'm going to cum too." Just as he started to cum. the guy he had been sucking leaned over and clamped his mouth on that cock and I could see him swallowing. Damn, that was so hot I hadn't noticed that two more guys had come outside til I turned to go. One of them had knelt down and the other one was standing there pointing his cock at the other's mouth and was filling his mouth with his piss. I found myself walking over there and without thinking about it, just knelt down too and the guy turned towards me and I opened my mouth and he finished off in my mouth. The guy who had been drinking, stood up then and he pointed his cock at my mouth, too, and soon I was being filled with more pee than I could swallow and it was soon all over me. I couldn't believe I did that but it was nice as can be. They then grabbed each other in a hot kiss and I got up and headed for Hank's door drenched in pee and looking for more play with a hardon like I could hardly believe. As I entered the kitchen, there were two more guys there talking. One was telling the other one, "I already got two loads of cum in my ass and hope they take." The other one said, "me too, I want to convert tonight for sure." I could only think, if they got two loads in them already they probably had converted to gay and smiled at my own 'joke.' I went through the kitchen then and into the livingroom. There were two guys fucking on the floor there and I noticed the top one was the stripper and he was furiously pounding the other one's ass about as hard as I thought possible. Hank was sitting on the sofa and turned towards me as I came in and had a huge smile on his face as he saw me. He got up and came towards me. He noticed I was quite wet and asked me, "what have you been doing?" I told him about watching the three guys on the table out back and then about the two guys and the 'watersports?' and I had got a load of that on and in me. He smiled even wider then and asked, "you haven't had any sex yet have you?" I told him I had just got there. He kind of let out a sigh of almost, it seemed of relief and said, "that is great, as I want to be the one to be your first and convert you myself. I haven't done anything, waiting to see if you would come over. I want you and I need you. I hope tonight you will let me cum in you and truly convert you all the way tonight." I said, "well, I am tempted, but wow, there seems to be a lot of fucking going on and how do you know what they may have?" He said, "don't worry about that as we are all tested a lot here," and almost smirked at that. I was still conflicted about it though, but told him we would see what happened.

Part 23 　 I got home after work Thurs to find nobody around. Not a light on at Hank's. I got my supper and went outside to eat. I decided to be daring, in case Hank came back, and stripped down naked. The weather was marvelous and so warm. I ate slowly enjoying the evening. I finished eating and was almost asleep just sitting there. I hadn't realized how tired I was getting this week. My eyes had closed when I heard a noise behind me and woke up in a hurry. Turning around to look, I found Tom and the stripper coming around the house to the back yard. Neither had seen me yet, then they noticed me at about the same time. They both smiled and said hi. They came over and seeing me naked, started taking their clothes off. Tom said, "Hank will probably be gone most of the night, but he said we could come over and play if we wanted to. He thought you would probably be in the house and in bed asleep." I told them I had just finished supper and was enjoying the night air and was dozing off when they got there. "We thought we would enjoy the night air, too," Tom said, "maybe do our thing right here on the table if you don't mind." I said, "help yourselves if you want." They already had their mouths glued to each other as I said that. Damn, I thought, they are really ready. They soon got up onto the table top, laying down, and I decided I wanted to watch what they did. After all, this was still all new to me. I kind of relaxed to enjoy the show. They were going hot and heavy at it in no time. They must really be horny. Their hands were all over each other and then one of them spun around and they were then 69ing like crazy. Slurping sounds were all the noise being made with an occasional moan of pleasure from one or the other. They seemed to be having a contest to see who could suck the others' dick completely off. This went on for a good 10 minutes with each giving as good as they got. The slowly the stripper started to turn around and kissed his way up across Tom's body. As he got to Tom's mouth, he grabbed Tom's legs and lifted them up and outward and over his shoulders. I could see his gigantic snake of a cock as he aimed it for Tom's hole. Then, oh so slowly, he started to push it in. I couldn't take my eyes off of that. How can a guy take that much cock in him. Hank's cock was huge but this one was a monster. I watched fascinated as it disappeared inch by inch and then it was all the way in. I gasped when I realized that. Tom's head was rolling side to side as he moaned and thrashed around and his sounds were all pleasure. Then slowly the monster started outward and then in again. My own cock was standing straight up now and hard as nails. My God, this was so hot. Tom turned towards me then and in a moment of lucidity, smiled at me and said, "This is amazing. I love it." I could tell he was loving every second of could take my eyes off of what they were doing. Tom was now almost begging the stripper to cum in him. He kept saying over and over, "cum in me, fill me up, fuck me harder, OMG cum in me." Then the stripper rammed as hard as he could one last time and I could see his balls throb as they emptied into Tom's ass. Tom thrashed around and said, "OMG, I can feel that cum splashing my insides. Breed me! Fill me full of your baby makers!" They ground at each other for a while longer before collapsing in a pile of exhaustion. I was surprised to find that I had cum myself just watching them. That close up live porn was fantastic. Then Tom, turned to me and said, "Hank told us you wouldn't let him cum in you. You don't know what you were missing. It feels great to be fucked, but when that cum splashes your insides, it is far more intense. And as hot as his cum is, I am sure you will positively love it." The stripper then asked me, "are you planning on attending tomorrow night's conversion party?" I told him, "I was considering it. Hank had invited me." They both smiled then and Tom said, "you should come and let Hank introduce you to your first full load of hot cum up your hole. I think you will find it really hot for you then. The others there will all be taking loads to celebrate conversion. Maybe, you might even want more loads after taking one? Could be a lot of fun for all." The stripper said, "I would love to be your second. I think you would really be converted then." I told them, "well I might come, but not sure if I want to take the chance of being cum in, let alone more than once." They both just smiled.

This morning I was so horny and was checking out several of the hook up sites. While on Grindr I received this message from a guy in his 30's. "Hi Daddy, will you cum over and breed me?" Well normally I've found this kind of message to be utter b.s., such as yesterday I was on-line with a guy who gave me his name and send me all kinds of pictures and then when I was setting up the connection...boom he was gone, and had blocked me. Jerk. I hate guys who waste my time. This guy, however, sounded sincere. He was in heat and needed cock and cum in his hole. I asked for his address and he promptly gave it too me. It wasn't too far away and I told him I was on the way. He sent me his pics. He was a hot Latino guy with a great bubble butt. He also sent me his phone number and asked me to text him when I was close. I sent him some pics of me so he would know who would be breeding his ass. He responded saying his hole was hungry and he needed my cock ASAP. He also mentioned he was clean-shaven all over, and his smooth ass was mine to fuck and breed. I was on the way. He greeted me at the door wearing only a jock, leaving his ass totally exposed. Wow! Gotta love those hot bubble butt cheeks. We stepped into his room where, within seconds he bent over, presenting his ass for my use. He was clearly very, very horny! He handed me the lube, we both poppered-up with the fresh poppers I had brought along as I rubbed my cock all over his warm ass hole, a sensation I absolutely love. Of course doing so got me harder. As I poked my cock head into his hole he pushed back. I sank in, balls-deep. It felt amazing. With that we commenced a great push/pull rhythm that worked for both of us. Essentially we were fucking each other. He and I were in heat. I was shoving my cock deep inside and pulling almost out as he responded by pushing back at me. "Feed me your cum load, Dad," he moaned. We both hit more poppers and his ass felt so damn good as my cock grew thicker. "Yes, please cum in me, Dad. Don't pull out," he grunted. LOL There was no chance I'd pull out. Rather I shoved my cock deep inside, loading him up with my first load of the morning. It was a great fuck! My dick slips out and he turns around and puts his arms around me and we kiss. Nice deep kisses with tongue. Fuck he's getting me hard again. He goes doggie and begs me to pound him more. My cock is hard and I shove it in..I love the warm wet feeling of my load inside his hole. I fuck him over and over again..grab his hips and slam him back..soon I give him load number 2. We take a break and he is jerking his dick. He is on his back and I finger his wet hole. I lick his nipples and we kiss again. Damn I'm getting hard again. I slide my cock up his ass with his bare feet around me. I totally love that! I'm holding his legs and he is pressing his hands against my hairy chest..We are looking directly at each other and both smiling with the pleasure. I love his ass. He says he loves my cock..I'm pounding and sweating. He is sweating too and his eyes are rolling up with the pleasure..I feel my cum loads getting all frothy inside him..I shoot another load deep inside. After a few minutes as he is jerking his cock and begging me to finger his wet dripping hole . I use two fingers and they slip right inside. We kiss again and then I suck his nipples. That really does it for him and he is shooting his load all over his stomach and chest..A huge thick load of white cream. He scoops it up and eats it. We lay there a few minutes trying to recover. He said he loves my cock and the way I fuck and "can we do it again soon?" Of course son, just don't tell Mommy. We laugh and put our phone numbers in each other's phones, and I'm on my way. He texts me thanks, and I do the same. Hope to see him again soon..Great way to start my day!!! BH

The desire was always there but after climaxing unless if I did it immediately the craving would quickly pass. Talking a couple of seconds tops. But it is something you just have to set your mind to do it no matter what and power thru. Then it becomes habit and something you don't even have to think about anymore. You just do it. Enjoy it. Repeat as needed ???

Yesterday, completely unexpected. Was chatting with a long time acquaintance/bud, not super close but enough to talk often, and he was a customer of mine at the auto dealer I used to work at. Anyways, I'm telling him how I'm so sexually frustrated by all the flakes and online bullshit, he tells me he's jacked off numerous times to a fuck vid I have on dudesnude, to which I reply " and you haven't even seen the locked ones yet ", him "there's more!?". We've also both thought the other was hot, but never did anything about it. One thing leads to another and he's tell me that he's always wanted to fuck me, and he was getting off work early. Next thing I know, I have my hood on, ass up in the air when he comes in, I was really nervous at first but once he started eating my hole it was over, the fuck was animalistic and incredible, he bred me good. Then we hung out for about 45 minutes just shooting the shit, we start rubbing each other's legs and decide to go for a round two. No hood, he takes me doggy again, and damn if it's not one of the hottest fucks either of us have ever had. Wraps his big meaty arms around me in a bear hug, I grab onto them and hold on tight while he pounds away. Then puts his arms straight down in front of my hips and pounds harder, and I'm working my cunt like mad to get his second load, and I'm not disappointed. It gradually built, he started grunting, louder, louder, then holy shit, I had kind of a mental/body orgasm while he flooded me. Once we disengaged and came down from our respective highs , we both commented on how insanely hot it was. That was around 1 PM, I had cum running out of me the rest of the night! we've talked since, he's just as much of a pig as I am, lots of fun things have been mentioned and tossed around, including a sleazy motel room by the airport for both of our birthdays, being that he would help me get 40 loads for his bday, and add to/felch/etc my hole at his wanting. So, who knew, and more to cum (pics/video too)

Had a Raw group sess few weekends ago taking loads and got my pierced cock up some hungry breedable arses. Woke up other day with a dripping cock burnt as hell and now need a few holes to breed it into before I get treated.

Well guys I hope you enjoy this.... How it happened - part 2 “Not bad, for round one,” he chuckled pulling out of me with a wet pop. I lay on the couch panting hard, as I felt some of his semen began to leak out of me. I had not yet climaxed, but precum from my dick coated my stomach and chest. I couldn’t help but grin at the man who had just bred me for the first time in my life. “You look so fuck’n hot babe,” he smirked at me. “Nothing hotter than a sexy fucking twink freshly bred and waiting to be bred again and again,” he smiled at me taking a couple of pictures with his smartphone. “I think you’re going to be very popular,” he chuckled at me, when he saw me slip my hand down between my legs and start to play with my cum-covered hole. “Time for some more fuck smoke, wish you could meet my friend Mr. T, but we’ll save that for next time when I know you are going to be stay a whole weekend,” he smirked at me. I hesitantly asked, “You want to see me again,” I needed that big cock back inside me the worst way. I seriously don’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t wanted to fuck, I mean see me again. I should have been concerned, I had just taken my first raw cock and load, but instead of jumping up to expel his jizz, I pulled my gaping hole wide open to show him. I wanted him back inside me NOW, and this was the best way I could think of asking him to pump another load deep inside my ass. “Oh, don’t worry babe, I’ve got plenty more for your hot lil’ boy pussy,” he smirked slipping two thick fingers inside, just long enough to start me moaning and humping back against his hand. “We’re going fuck for a long-time boy,” he chuckled pulling out his fingers and sucking them clean. “It’s fuck smoke break time, then back to using my cumdump’s boy pussy. You’re my lil’ cumslut fuck toy boy aren’t you babe?” All I could do was smile and nod back to the sweat-covered man who had just introduced me to the pleasures of raw cock. There wasn’t anything about him I didn’t like. He handed me the glass pipe again, as well as the lighter. I flicked the lighter and began to inhale, as I rocked the pipe slowly. I started to hand the pipe back to him, but he shook his head no and told me to finish the rock, while he went to the bedroom to do something. I forgot he was even gone, while I smoked the white rock. By the time he returned I had finished the rock. I never wanted fucked as much as I did at that moment. I NEEDED him inside me now, even more than the first time he sunk his beautiful 8-plus inch cock inside me. “Oh, ya boy, you’re tweaked out of you fuckin’ mind now,” he laughed stroking his hard cock. A thick black ring now encased the base of his cock, while another even thicker one encircled his ball-sack above his balls. His cock looked like a truly potent weapon now and I wanted it inside me in the worse way. He grabbed me by the cock and led me up a couple of steps into his bedroom. There were two camcorders on tripods pointed at the king-sized four-posted bed, one pointing down from the head of the bed, and the other aimed from a bottom corner of the bed. I was puzzled to see only a black plastic sheet on the bed, with several pillows also covered with black plastic. In an alcove, there was a leather swing-like device. “Up bitch, and assume the position,’ he commanded me, slapping the bed with his hand. I normally would have turned and grabbed my clothes and left, if anyone before had ever thought to speak to me like that, but I found myself hopping up on his bed and positioned my ass towards him. All I could think of was his incredible cock fucking me again. I wanted him to fill me with another load of his jizz. I knew intellectually I shouldn’t, but the feel of his raw cock fucking and then exploding deep inside me was the most incredible sex I’d ever had in my life. I NEEDED him to do it again and again and again. I couldn’t believe how horny I was for his dick and jizz. “You’re a good lil’ cumslut boy, aren’t you?” he chuckled turning me slightly so my coming fuck would be captured for posterity. “You’re going to show everyone what a good lil’ bitch slut you are, right babe?” He asked me right before slapping my ass hard, and making me moan in pleasure, as he climbed up on the bed. He spent the next several minutes teasing my hole with his amazing cock, but never pushed all the way back in. Only just far enough to let me know how much my ass missed him inside me. I was begging before the first minute even passed. I begged and promised to do anything, so long as he fucked me again. He encouraged me to talk dirty and nasty, while begging for his dick. He teased me asking if I would let him knock my ass up again if he fucked me. I was so desperate for his cock, I promised he could always knock up my boy cunt anytime he fucked me. I would never have him wrap up when he wanted inside my boy pussy. At this point I would have promised anything to get him to fuck me again. I’d never in my life imagined being this horny. Once my promises had been secured he slammed in balls deep in a single thrust. I moaned loudly, as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. He began to long dick me repeatedly, more often, than not pulling completely out before ramming back in so hard our balls smacked together loudly. Sweat poured from both of us, as he used me all over the bed. We did every imageable position possible. Many I had only seen in hardcore, slutty sex. Honestly, I don’t think I could even remember the total number of times I jizzed. I think maybe four times, I know he came at least five times total, before I finally could not fuck anymore. He pulled a sheet over me, but not both taking a bunch of pictures and used one of the camcorders to do a close-up of my heaving, sweat-drenched, cum-covered body and my gaping, leaking cum-filled hole. “You look so fuckin’ hot babe,” he smiled leaning down to kiss me passionately. “Get some rest, I have a few things to do before I join you there for a rest,” he smiled at me. As he walked away from the bed and back down the stairs to the living room I heard “Welcome to the Jungle” start playing, followed by him answering his cell phone as I started to doze off. “HEY! I take it you liked round one’s live stream,” he chuckled. I wanted to hear more of his conversation since it seemed to be about me, but I was too exhausted. I did hear him continue talking as I slipped into sand land. “Oh, fuck ya, he is, wait ‘til you see the vid after I have it edited for the site. He’s a natural, plus he promised to take on all of my friends raw, if I promised to keep knocking his ass up,” he laughed, loudly. “Nah, he not local, he’s a fresh piece of Hopkins ass.” When I woke up, I found myself still horny, but still tired from all the sex. It then hit me everything I had done the night before. I had gone home with a guy I barely knew and let him fuck me raw. In fact, I had begged him to fuck me and give me his loads. What had I done? I had seriously fucked up bigtime. I would make sure I never let that happen again. I couldn’t let myself be so careless. Suddenly I felt strong arms pulling me close to a warm, naked body. “Afternoon babe,” a familiar voice whispered in my ear as I felt a hard, thick cock make contact with my still slightly sore hole. Before I could say anything, he pushed steadily forward burying his raw cock back inside me. My body shuddered as it accepted readily the thick, hard cock sliding inside my still cum-slicked hole. I couldn’t help myself as I began to massage his incredible cock with my muscles. I helped his entry by pushing back to take even more of the cock, which had taught me the joys of bareback sex. No matter how wrong it was I couldn’t deprive myself or him of the pleasures we enjoyed. “Fuck your ass feels so good on my cock,” he purred into my ear. My only response was to moan and grind against his smooth groin. “Yeah, you missed this didn’t you?” He asked me as he began to long-dick me. “Yes,” I moaned softly, not believing I was letting him fuck me bareback yet again. He just felt so good inside me, I wanted him to just keep fucking me. “Yeah, I knew the first time I saw you on the dancefloor you were a nasty lil’ cumslut,” he whispered in my ear as he licked it, making moan and squirm. “We’re going to have so much fun together, babe,” he hissed in my ear, rabbit fucking me hard. “I’m going to teach and show you so much my lil’ cumslut boy,” he said rolling me on to my hands and knees and continued his assault on my ass. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face up, “Look! How hot you look getting fucked, you were meant to be used like this babe,” he grunted to me as I looked at myself in the mirror above the headboard. I did look hot, though I seriously looked like a slut as he continued to long dick me. He knew how to dominate me and turn me on like no one else I’d ever been with. I was indeed his to use as he wanted for as long as he wanted. I was so conflicted about what was happening to me, but my hidden kinky, slutty side seamed totally in control. I wanted his load inside me. “Br…bre…breed me,” I finally panted out, knowing how wrong it was, but knowing how good it felt. I wanted to feel his big, thick cock pulse inside me again. I would deal with the consequences later, now I just needed his jizz and badly. He smiled toothily at me in the mirror, as he smacked my ass and began long-dicking me completely pulling all the way out before slam back in hard. His sweat-drenched balls smacked hard against my own, which just made the sex even better if that was possible. I was ready to climax again as he thrust back in hitting my prostrate. I saw stars as I fired my load on the black plastic sheet beneath me. “FUCK! SHIT! YES!” he shouted as he thrust inside one last time and flooded my insides. I could feel his load begin to leak out my hole as he slowly withdrew, before slamming back in. He repeated this several times, which in turn made me leak more cum out of my own semi-hard penis. He finally pulled out and drove his mouth into my freshly fucked my ass. I couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed on my freshly shot load. All I could do was moan and take his incredible rimming. When he finally seemed satisfied, he forcefully flipped me over and moved up to kiss me. As I opened my mouth he opened his and released the loads he had eaten out of me into my mouth. Before I could do anything about it he grabbed my head with his hands, beginning passionately kissing me sharing his jizz with me until after what seemed an eternity I had eaten and swallowed everything he had fucked into me over the night. “Well babe,” he said smiling down at me, “I guess we better get you cleaned up so you can get a little rest before classes in the morning. I hope you didn’t have any unfinished homework,” he chuckled. “What time is it?” I asked not knowing how long we’d been at this. “It’s about eight Sunday night,” he chuckled. We’ve had a lot of fun all day.” “WHAT! It’s that late, shit my friends will be wondering what happened,” I said sitting up with a panicked look. “Shhhh…Babe it’s okay, you can catch a bus back to school a couple blocks from here and will be back in no time.” He smiled reassuringly at me. Hop in the shower and get cleaned up,” he said ushering me into the bedroom behind his bedroom. “I’d join you in the shower, but then you might not get home ‘til Wednesday,” he smirked giving me a kiss. I climbed in the hot shower and enjoyed the feel of the water pounding against me. I don’t know how long I was in there, but I felt completely refreshed though still tired after my experiences of sex with this man I still didn’t know his name. I had spent almost a complete day with this guy and still didn’t know his name. The black plastic sheet was no longer on the bed, instead a blood red set of sheets were exposed. My clothes lay on the bed, and I could hear him down in the living room/ kitchen area doing something. I realized as I dressed my underwear was missing. I got dressed anyway, because I really did need to get back to Hopkins. I walked down the steps to the living area to get my shoes, he was coming out of the kitchen area with a bottle of Gatorade. I couldn’t believe how sex he looked standing there in skin-tight black jeans, and nothing else but a slouchie beanie. He shot me a big grin. “There’s my babe,” he said pulling me into a tight hug and then a kiss. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Hey, did you see my underwear down here somewhere?” I asked looking around. He laughed, “Yeah I kept it as a souvenir of our first date, besides I like my boys to freeball,” he smiled back at me. “You want to see me again?” I asked suddenly excited someone wanted to date me. “Fuck ya babe, I want to see a whole lot more of you,” he said leaning down and kissing me hard, as he gripped my ass. “I have so much I want to experience with you,” he whispered into my ear. I boned up instantly in his arms, and I could tell he was boned as well. I was excited at the thought of finally having a boyfriend, and a sexy one at that. “It’s finally gotten colder, and I know you weren’t wearing a coat, so you can borrow one of mine until you come down this coming Friday. I’m having a small get together with some close friends and I’d love you to meet them. Bring whatever you need for the weekend and you can go back Sunday. How does that sound?” He said opening a closet door and pulling out an expensive looking black leather jacket with a gold embroidered scorpion on the upper left side. “You can wear this and bring it back on Friday,” he said with a smirk. “Thanks,” I started to say, but stopped and looked sheepishly at him. “I’m sorry I forgot your name,” I said softly, waiting for his reaction. He didn’t get angry, but rather started laughing. “You didn’t forget it,” he said grinning. “You were too horny to even care, which made things more fun,” pulling me into another kiss. “I’m Michael,” he paused briefly looking at me before leaning done to my ear and whispering, “And you’re Ian, my lil’ cumslut boy.” He opened the door and unlocked the door grate to let me leave. It certainly way colder than it had been the night before. I was glad Michael had loaned me his jacket. I couldn’t wait to see him again. My new boyfriend, as I walked towards the bus stop to take me back to Hopkins. I was on cloud nine.

I don't think a sentence has ever motivated me to go somewhere more than RawLeather casually throwing out the statement "You will get more than 10 loads a night." I'm gonna look into it.

Less than a week after my first exposure to CRF19, I once again heard my own voice begging Henri for more of his highly toxic and likely deadly jizz. For the prior 4 days, it was all I could think of. My mind switching rapidly from fear of what happened to a desire for more. Still stranded due to the damage on St. Martin, Henri was more than willing to oblige. Absent the potent bug he packed into his semen, he was still a fabulous fuck. Caramel color skin, great skill and a very nice BBC, I would have let him fuck me as much as he wanted. But, my newly unleashed desire to experience the thrill of having more of that super-virus injected into my ass turned me into an aggressor. I wanted that cock and I wanted it badly. I ached to feel him go rigid and buck while sending his life ending cream deep into my guts. When I started chasing about a year ago, I though getting knocked up would be the thrill of a life time. When I tested POZ last January, I was thrilled to be part of the universe of POZ faggots, living and dead, who have accepted HIV as part of their gay experience. But now, those were long gone, unfulfilling thoughts. All I could think of was Henri and his potent, diseased dick. When I called Henri at his hotel, he seemed pleased to hear from me. I got right to the point and asked him if he would give me some more of his special sauce. He laughed as he said, if I wanted it to come and get it. So last night, after work, I headed to Asheville to meet him at his hotel. But, before going, I ran by my place to clean up, change clothes and get ready for some great cock. But I did one other thing. I had kept the bottle brush that was used to prepare my ass for my initial pozzing. I had felt that brush for the first time last New Year's eve, the night I likely got knocked up. With only the though of obtaining a second infection, I worked my ass to a state where I would be receptive to that Caribbean bug. Even scraping my guts in preparation for getting fucked seemed pre-destined. On one had I know that it is unlikely that I can get a dual infection. On the other hand, I seem compelled to do all I can to expose myself to CRF19. While some aspects make it difficult to get my head "around" the thought of having that aggressive strain in my body, I also am clearly aware that success will mean the clock is ticking faster towards my AIDS-related death. Henri was nude and had already made some T clouds when I arrived at his hotel. He offered me the pipe and torch. I quickly stripped and took a few hits of that amazing smoke. Once you feel Lady T creep into your body, relaxing you , exciting you, preparing you for a great fuck, you know that first tasted has started the ball rolling. Once I felt that jolt of T, once I coughed that little meth-induced cough, I hit my knees and took that deadly diseased dick into my mouth and started taking him deep into my throat. His first few drops of precious pre-cum were savored. I licked his slit, carefully ensuring the each drop of that fluid was collected on my tongue. But, as the T high continued to develop, my asshole reminded me of my real desire. Twitching and throbbing from the lust for this beautiful man, from the desire for his tainting jizz, from the T induced erotic desires, my oft-fucked hole needed stuffed. Very soon, I stopped sucking him and got on my knees. Henri lost no time in mounting my faggot ass. Soon we were rocking in that ass-fucking rhythm that horny homos have perfected. Henri's cock felt just as good as it did the past Saturday. He has good top man skills. No doubt, he has been a practicing cocks-man for a long time. But, as I gasped my desire for his cum, he accelerated to an entirely new level of passion. Equally, the more I demanded his cum, the more animalistic my own movements became. And, very shortly, my bloodied hole was drenched with a large dose of cum that few other men might welcome. As we cuddled, waiting on that dark meat to recharge, we talked softly about what it was like for him to learn he was POZ, that he had been infected with CRF19. And, in almost a whisper, he described the feeling of knowing that he was technically an AIDS-Bone. Fuck....that was news. He had already progressed to the stage of very low CD4 numbers and had been diagnosed as having progressed to AIDS. That was a fucking reality check. I had just had my very very raw ass fucked by an unmedicated AIDS-bone and flooded once again with CRF-19 laden creamy goodness. Hearing he as full on AIDS had an immediate affect on me. Soon, I was working hard to get that cock hard and inserted in my ass. This time, I was on my back, legs up. I wanted to see his brown face, his dreads, his expression as he repeated the action of trying to infect my queer ass. It may not seem possible, but that second round was more intense and erotic than the first. He was really verbal and keep asking if I wanted his dick of death to explode in my ass. After he asked a half dozen times, I panted out that yes I wanted it. And it was then that I told him about using the brush earlier. He acted surprised, but soon stated that showed I deserved his strain. A few more minutes of enthusiastic bucking and fucking resulted in a second flood of CRF19 cum was being smeared up and down my compromised guts. Five times now I have enjoyed that sensation. Five times, I have willingly taken that beautiful dark meat. And three of those times, I have willingly accepted his fucked up DNA. I have no idea if I will become infected with this life-ending affliction. I am not sure I would choose that, but I am powerless it seems to refuse it.

I've used a lot of them.

The Stables (Part 2) “Oh fuck…. oh God….. sweet fucking Jesus…. fuck me harder…” Greg moaned. The invading cock painfully penetrated his body, still he struggled to push himself onto the hard piece of flesh, determined to give the guy in the other booth the best possible experience. Greg also took pleasure in knowing the man penetrating his ass would shoot a big load into his body. The barback also worked to assist Greg in accommodating the full length of the invading cock, applying lube and some gentle pressure to Greg's body, and sure enough, before too terribly long Greg felt the cold wooden wall against his ass cheeks, a sensation that brought a real sense of achievement to him. The top, meanwhile, realizing he had reached full-depth, vigorously churned his rock-solid cock into the accommodating cunt, mumbling "Fuck, man, nice - your virgin pussy is so fucking tight.” Greg could hear other voices encouraging the stallion to increase the speed, calling out ‘Wreck his cunt’ and ‘Make him bleed’ and ‘Use him like the whore he is' were tossed about. ’ they cheered. By this point Greg was breathing heavily, and truthfully wished the experience didn't hurt so much, but he considered by advice the barback offered, that by the fourth or fifth dick the pain would subside, and he would readily be able to accommodate the biggest dick. Taking comfort in the advice Greg voluntarily reached behind himself, forcibly separated his cheeks, thereby allowing the stallion's cock to slip in just a bit deeper. “You stupid whore, I’m gonna spray my poz load into you soon” the guy on the other side grunted, adding “Come on, milk my cock. Use your greedy cunt to pull the poz load out of my balls.” Greg felt the stallion's cock punching in and out of his twat, and it seemed as if the top was loosing his self control, a suspicion which was ratified when the stallion groaned and snorted loudly, announcing “I’m shooting my junk into you, you whore… Do you feel my dirty cum, bitch?” The barback smiled, giving Greg a thumb up for a great job, also admonishing him to remain still for a minute or so, allowing the stallion's balls sufficient time to shoot their entire load into Greg's hole. Greg complied, standing still, his ass chute centered on the hole in the wall. After the guy withdrew his cock from Greg’s cunt, the twink turned around and knelt in front of the hole, thanking the poz fucker for his cum saying “Thanks for giving me your poz load, Sir. Feel free to reload me anytime.” Tom, the barback, couldn’t believe it. He watched the boy kneeling in front of the glory hole, thanking the first AIDs bloke to demolish his cunt. He almost felt sorry for him, that he and his buddies had taken advantage of an innocent in this fashion. Tom had worked as a barback for two years, but had never experienced a scenario such as that in which he had just participated. Tom, like virtually every man with whom he crossed paths, knew about the risks of bareback sex. Still, Tom considered, there are always guys who are completely innocent and inexperienced - such as the mare in the booth. This feeling didn’t last long, as another cock pushed through the glory hole and a grumpy voice told Gregory to stop this fucking advertisement and get his twat back to the glory hole and onto his cock. Greg was excited feeling the next guy required attention to his cock and so he got up and turned around. He reached for the dick behind him and led it to his freshly pozzed cunt. This time the pain was more bearable this time. Greg’s eyes were closed while he enjoyed the feeling of being fully stuffed again. The bartender told him, he had to take care of other things outside, but would be back later on. Outside he saw the fucker, who just unloaded his toxic seed into the adolescent guy. He was talking to some pals about the slut they were corrupting right now. Tom congratulated him for the great job and saw the bloody streaks on the still semi hard cock. “I hope, you don’t mind” he said and knelt down in front of the bloke, starting to lick the virgins ass juices away from the dick. He loved to taste the innocent boy’s ass for the very last time. Everything was going as planned. Meanwhile the second guy ripped Greg’s cunt open mercilessly. With the first deposit he had enough lube to fuck the whore. “Slut - Push your ass against the wall bitch… where are you going? I said, against the wall you low life. Don’t make me come over there. That’s better, dick ditch,” the guy snorted obscenely. The fellow enjoyed Greg's tight slit and concentrated on his mission to damage the mare on the other side of the partition so a different strain would get a chance to contaminate the young mare. He knew once his venom would be in his victim another guy would work his cum into the slut’s system. He wouldn’t know what had hit him….. Greg tried his best to satisfy the stallion, now convinced he had been born expressly to be on the receiving end. He wanted to actually move his ass, but it seemed to be the best to keep his asshole close to the wall and let the dude take all the action. He tried to imagine the guy on the other side, but in the end it was not important. He was just another hole - right next to the hole in the wall. Greg gasped for air. The guy on the other side hammered his prick hard into Greg’s body, which lead Greg to beg “Fuck me harder. It hurts so good man.“ “Yeah… I will seed you with my cum. You deserve it” the guy on the other side chuckled, adding “Do you want me to breed you now bitch?” “Yeah man…. breed me. Give me your load man…. Give me your fucking load please.” Greg begged. He got his wish when his ass was flooded with hot and sticky cum, while the stallion on the other side of the partition wall cursed loudly. That morning Greg hadn't been truly certain that his decision to seek-out The Stable had been the right decision, but at least at this moment Greg was convinced he existed solely to get fucked. Even as the stallion in his ass was pumping his poz load into his ass, Greg couldn’t wait to get another cock up his cunt. Oh, and his cunt was already leaking. It felt great…

I led my buddies in a bathhouse pozzing of a little college junior who stumbled onto our little group. He was about to graduate big time, but didn’t know it yet. His sweet virgin ass didn't have a chance. We sucked and licked and finger-fucked him into submission, and then injected him with six poz loads. Let me tell you how it’s done. It all started a year ago as three of us Gift Givers bemoaned our lack of new meat. We watched the young colts on the dance floor and tried to pick out the guys who hadn't barebacked yet but were ready for it. A couple of us would approach them and make a date to meat them later at the baths. Few asked our status, and we told those who did there’d be some poz guys around, so be sure to look for us. We never said we were neg. They just assumed as much. We typically approached five or six guys in a night, and usually two or three would show up. So far we have a perfect record. Not one has ever escaped poz injections. Things didn't work out so well that night, 'though. We wound up with six guys, all poz. We left the door to our room open to draw in passers-by, and a little college stud, who just happened to be at the baths that night, paused outside our door to watch. I invited him in, figuring he was poz 'cause he had this cross tattooed on his bicep that we mistook for a “PLUS (+).” He turned out to be a fairly apt sucker and a decent top, but got kind of skittish when we tried to mount him. While he was off at the can I suggested that maybe he was neg, and with the cooperation of my poz buddies, upon the return of the guy, I casually turned the conversation to his status, and he confirmed my suspicion. He was neg. Within seconds we had him surrounded and teased and tousled him. Six lips, six tongues, and sixty fingers went to work him over. No man could resist what we did to him. He got to thinking with his dick and not his head. He didn’t even consider leaving or telling us to ease off, he was enjoying it so much. Two guys knelt on either side of him, holding him up. Two worked his tits while another kissed him, and a fourth sucked his dick. I hoisted his hips up to my face with his sweet thighs slung over my shoulders. I lubed his hole with my spit as I alternately rimmed and finger-fucked him. He started moaning, and I coaxed him for permission, saying things like “Like that? You are one hot stud, you know. Like my fingers in your hole? Feel good? [and] I’d Like to put my dick in there.” We probed and licked and sucked him into acquiescence. He got to the point where he couldn’t take it any more. Two of our guys cradled him, while the others continued to kiss, nuzzle, and lick him to death. I hooked his legs around my waist and rode into him with a long deep thrust. I’ve done some kickboxing and have fairly powerful legs and a muscled ass. So I can get real forceful if I want. Resistance is not an option. I was so hot I came pretty quickly. I looked him in the eye so he’d remember the exact moment he’d taken his first poz load. I bent forward and kissed him and whispered I was cumming. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, 'cause he averted his gaze and closed his eyes as I shot my poz seed into him. Once he had my load in him, he took the others a lot easier. With my second buddy he didn’t turn his head, and when the last three guys seeded him, he maintained eye contact with his fuckers. I joined the others in keeping him aroused as each my buddies shot his virus into the guy. The third and fourth guys pulled out with traces of pink on their poles, which they pointed out to us. On last two the pink had turned to brown and red. It was really quite a game. Like hunting season. After we all had our crack at him, I buried my tongue deep in his nuts and coaxed his eruption down my throat. Off he went to the showers one satisfied, sore, and hopefully pozzed little fuck. Mission accomplished, the rest of us dressed. We’ve been back to the Club several times since then, and I haven’t seen him around. I think I will though, sooner or later. After he adjusts to his condition. Then I’ll ask him to join us. He’ll be a great drawing card. He’s so cute.

I once met up with a top anonymously at a motel. I was ass up blindfolded when he walked in and started rimming my hole. He said when he contacted me earlier that he had a thick 9" dick but for all I knew that could have been internet inches and he could have been perfectly average (not that I would have cared much at that point). He lubed up his cock and started teasing my hole with the head of his cock. He said to me "you got poppers?" To which I replied "yes." Then he said, "good cause you're gonna need them," then drove his raw cock in my hole straight down to his balls. It caught me by surprise, it hurt like hell but felt so fucking good at the same time. He definitely was not lying about his size. To this day, that is the hottest thing a top ever said to me and when I just think about it, it gets me hard.

Favorite things tops have said to me: Before starting: "Spread." "You want me to shoot my babies inside you?" While cumming in me: "Damn right, I'm coming in you." "Take it, you fucking whore." Right afterward: "That oughta hold you for a day or two." "Damn, that's going to get you knocked up." "Well, you wanted me to make a mess in you... told you I cum a lot."

Part 5 As the van drove through the city, I lay in the back in a chemed up, sexed up haze. My mind drifted back to my high school football days. I saw my teammates naked in the showers, rubbing their soap covered bodies. Then I saw them lined up one after the other to fuck me as I lay on the weight bench, pounding my ass and filling me with their hot cum. Then I imagined their dads fucking me, big hairy men passing the quarterback slut around. As these images filled my head, I reached down into my shorts and felt my raw, puffy hole. I moaned as I felt the wetness oozing out of it, around my finger and down my leg. I knew my hole was wrecked, but I still wanted more. I had no idea just how wrecked my hole would become. The van stopped and Master came to the back and pulled off my tank top. Pulling out some nipple clamps, he attached them to me. I yelped in pain, but was quickly turned on by this new sensation. Then he opened the van door. I started to panic. We were at the bar from last night. The bar I frequented as the top God. I was known there! Everyone would see me as a pig! Master just yanked on my collar and dragged me out of the van. As soon as we entered the bar, he dropped me to my knees. I crawled after him, my head hung in shame as people snickered and pointed. Master just took his position at the bar with me on the floor next to him. Over the next few hours I remained on the floor. People would come to examine me with my cum caked hair, reeking of piss, with cum oozing out of my ass. Master would encourage them to finger my hole, which they did a lot. Especially humiliating were the twinks I had dominated fingering me and sticking their fingers in my mouth to clean off. Eventually we left and Master drove us to our next destination. Club Taurus. A very hardcore sex club. I had heard about it, but had never been. I was informed that I was tonight's special entertainment. As soon as Master paid and we were inside, I was stripped naked again and led to our room. The club wasn't busy yet, it was still a little early, so I just rested a while on the bed while Master busied himself with his phone. An hour or so later, and it was time to get busy. Several large hits and a bootie bump later, we were out in the orgy room. I was grabbed immediately and bent over. I didn't even see the man, but just felt his cock push into me. I moaned like a whore as he rode me, pumping me hard and unloading deep inside me. Man after man used my whore holes, dumping load after load into me. At one point as I was sitting on a guy, riding him, he just grabbed me and pulled me into him. Immediately I felt another cock at my hole, trying to push in. With brute force he jammed it up inside me alongside the other cock. I cried out in pain as I was ripped apart. The guy who had just entered me covered my mouth to silence me and started deep dicking me hard and fast until both cocks erupted at the same time flooding my torn innards. The use of my body went on for some time before Master took me out of the orgy room and back to our private room. I was to get a little break before the finale of the evening.

Part 3 I tried to get comfortable in the confines of the cage, but I was too large for it. I could kneel, bent over, but the wire bottom dug painfully into my knees. I eventually settled on my side in the fetal position. I tried to rest, but I was so wired I just lay there, my mind spinning. It had been less than 12 hours since I was a cocky teen God, lording my perfection over the leather queens. Now here I was, in a cage, having been chemed up, brutally raped for hours, and plugged with a gut full of God only knows whose cum. My asshole throbbed around the plug, burning and raw, yet all I could think about was getting more cock. Suddenly a large t.v. turned on and I turned my head to see what was up. To my horror, there I was on screen, bound in the sling, getting fucked like there was no tomorrow. I instantly realized my predicament. My fate was truely out of my hands. The crazy thing was the more I watched my rape, the more I wanted to be fucked. My asshole instinctively clenched and sucked on the plug buried in me. I was truely transforming into a jock slut. After what must have been a few hours of watching myself be ravaged, my new Master came back into the room. He carried a glass pipe and held it up to my mouth through the cage. I didn't even hesitate as he lit the bowl. I sucked the sweet white smoke deep into my lungs, and soon was spinning again. Opening the cage he reached in and fastened a collar around my neck, attaching a leash to it and pulled me out of the cage. I started to stand and was immediately floored with a hard kick right on my nuts with his steel toed boots. "I didn't tell you to stand, whore!" he admonished me as I writhed in pain on the floor. "Let me explain what's what. I own you pig! I did my research, I know everything about you, and I know you have no family in this city. I know your estranged from your parents back in Nebraska, so they won't miss you. I have someone emptying out your apartment, and I know enough people to make you "dissapear". In a couple days we are out of here, back to where I live, where you will be nothing more than my fucked up, jock slut, cumdump slave. At least till I tire of you, or wear you out...whichever comes first. The last slave lasted 4 years till he was so used up and worthless, I dumped him in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't even sell him. What became of him, I don't know or care. But he wasn't the prime specimen you are! You're going to please me well!" I shuddered as I fully realized what I was becoming. But somehow I wanted it. Last night taught me something new about myself I never knew. I WAS born to be a fucked up cumdump! Master reached behind me and yanked out the plug, releasing a flood of cum. Quickly he rammed a syringe in my jockcunt and injected more T into my body, then quickly jammed the plug back in me. He then tossed me some clothing and told me to get dressed, it was time for my next adventure.