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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.

1. Apt #5C He was drenched. Dripping. The rain let up two blocks from the address he held in his hand, but too late. He was already soaked. Shoes squished climbing the stoop. Manetti/Prior, written in faded blue ink on yellowed masking tape, ink running in splotches, evidence of at least a year exposed to weather—rain, snow, cold; now heat and steamy humidity, even now near midnight—but those words he could make out. The second, his and his brother's last name. There was a stack of buttons each with tape next to it, each with a name or names next to hard, rusty buttons. Manetti is who he wrote to the second time, the time he asked if he could come out and stay with him, with them. The first time he wrote to his brother directly, but Manetti, Mike Manetti, answered for his brother. He wrote he didn't know where his brother was. He thought he might have gone back to his mother’s house in Long Beach. Back to California. Chris pushed the button. There were only quiet sounds of a summer Tuesday night in New York. Except for a cab slowly prowling down the street, the block was abandoned, desolate. A fire hydrant left open poured into the summer street. The cab's tires slushed through the puddle and drove off into the night. The facades of the streetscape was dreary, few building’s windows lit, most were boarded up. The one next to this building had a big 'Condemned' placard on the door. A movement in a trashcan at the bottom of the stoop. A rat emerged setting the lid ajar. A couple of needles lay on top of black garbage bags inside. No, he wrote to Manetti, his brother Ben hadn't come back to California. He, Chris, Ben's younger brother, lived in Long Beach with his mother—well, had lived with her, he wasn't exactly getting along with her at the moment—well, her boyfriend actually, which is why he was trying to get a hold of his brother. The letter he sent back to Manetti was rambling. He didn't have a place to live. His mother didn't actually ask him to leave, but every morning, usually at the bathroom, Carl, his mother's new boyfriend, posed, arm on door frame, menacingly in his heavily sweat-stained underwear, pee stain in the crotch. Chris would squeezed passed him. Every day it seemed Carl took up more and more of what was left of the space in the doorway, inched his underwear's yellow bulge closer and closer to him. The day he wrote to Manetti, he felt desperate. He had felt Carl's body heat as he passed under his arm, felt a wisp of his chest hair, a brush on his shoulder from Carl's black, musky pit. He felt Carl's wetness linger on his shoulder, his residual stink. Could he crash with them? He'd pay his way. He couldn't stay at home any longer. Please, he implored in his letter. Yes, Manetti wrote back. A single word. So Manetti. The door buzzed and Chris leaned into its weight as the bolt unlocked. After receiving Manetti’s reply, Chris, a month shy of graduating high school, stopped at his house to pick up some clothes. For the last couple weeks he was crashing in the back seat of his best friend's Impala. His mechanics job at the Chevron gas station where he worked after school and on Saturdays didn't pay enough for him to afford an apartment, but he had saved enough for a one way ticket to New York. California didn't seem to want him, and living in a car’s back seat wasn't living. Carl was a growing menace that was about to boil over into...he didn't know what. And didn't want to know. The type of menace in Carl’s eyes he was unfamiliar with. Abuse, yes. His own father was brutal to him and his brother sometimes. But there was something else he felt in his gut with Carl. Maybe lower than his gut. It stirred some excitement, but he wanted to get away from it before he knew exactly what its root was. Inside, the hallway was lit by a flickering fluorescent bulb. Two dogs barked in an apartment down the hall. There should have been two bulbs in the ceiling fixture, but one was flickering its way out. The halway was dim, full of shadows. A rickety staircase filled half the narrow corridor. He climbed five floors, each landing a bit dingier than the last, heavier in graffiti as he climbed. On the top floor landing it was nearly pitch black, but a door stood open a crack and a shadow draped in a flimsy robe hovered in the door frame. "You Chris?" a deep voice asked. Chris set his gym bag down at the landing and said yeah, catching his breath. He felt his heart beating. There was a momentary fight or flight response he was trying to suppress. He hadn't expected that he'd be fearful upon arriving at his brother's apartment, but his brother wasn't here. Just Manetti. Manetti moved a little forward, enough so the apartment's light spilled over his broad shoulders, put a halo in back of his long brown hair. Chris made out teeth, a bit of a smile. Manetti extended his hand and the two shook. “Manetti. Mike Manetti.” His grip was firm but the skin soft, a little clammy. "And your Ben's little brother Chris. C’mere!" Manetti pulled him forward, gave him a warm friendly bear hug. Chris could have stayed there in that embrace forever. There was a familiar smell to him. And strength. He hadn't expected it, but he suddenly felt relief; his worry and a continent-wide anxiety melted in that embrace. Manetti released him and looked him over. "Dog shit day out there, Chief. Thunderstorm didn’t even help. Looks like it got you bad. Get in here and take your wet sneaks off." Chris saw the robe was open and that Manetti was naked underneath. He caught a quick view of Manetti' dark hairy torso, thick uncut cock, donkey balls dangling between two muscular, wooly legs. He opened the door for Chris while at the same time knotted up his robe. Chris carried in his gym bag, his few pitiful things: gym clothes, another pair of worn jeans, two old t-shirts (The Romones, Adidas), underwear (dirty), socks (smelly). Manetti closed and bolted the door. Three separate locks snapped into place. "Sorry, I was thinking about going out. Didn't know if you'd get here tonight. It's pretty late." "No, yeah. Sorry." Chris was pretty quiet generally. Didn't like to talk. Always self-conscious of saying something dumb, a leftover from an over-critical father. He looked around at the filthy kitchen—sink full of dishes, ashtray full of butts, dark grimy windows—not much different from home, actually. It was kind of reassuring in a perverse kind of way. Manetti was giving him an intense examination in the kitchen light. He felt he needed to say something to distract from his self-consciousness. "Um, I waited a long time for the bus in Newark. And then I walked to the East Village from the bus station. Lot farther than I thought. I wasn't prepared for rain. Didn’t bring an umbrella. Didn’t really think I’d need one. Dunno why. Guess I'm an idiot." His voice trailed off. Usually he never even said that much. That was [robably more than he'd said in a week. He was nervous, a little frightened, and yet glanced up several times to get a better look at Manetti. “Sorry, I’m going on like a moron. I’m tired I guess. It’s been a long day.” "I can see that," Manetti said, ruffling Chris’ wet hair. “Take your things off and hang them on the window bars. Let ‘em dry out." Manetti picked up Chris' gym bag and tossed it next to the archway to the next room. The kitchen window had retractable bars. It was set at an angle to the building, faced a brick wall and shadowy darkness beyond. Chris looked up and gave Manetti a quick smile, then concentrated on kicking off his shoes. He peeled off his socks and shirt, hanging them through the diagonal bars. A light from across the airshaft flashed. The flash blinded him for a second, and maybe it was a residual image imprinted on his retina, but he thought he saw an outline of a figure lurking in the gloom across the airshaft. "Pants," said Manetti, snapping his fingers. It almost felt like an order, but Chris didn't seem to mind. He was, though, a little embarrassed especially because Manetti was so big compared to him. He looked like some of the dockworkers he'd seen in the port of Long Beach. Big and burly, a little intimidating. He felt the man's eyes running over his thin frame. He felt small, miniature even, in this tiny kitchen. His pant legs dripped on the linoleum but Manetti didn't seem to care. He sat down at the dinette table in his threadbare underwear, setting his back to the window, putting his folded hands in his lap. "Is the bag all you brought?" Manetti nodded to his gym bag. "Yeah, not much, right? I'm not used to packing. Never really gone anywhere. I didn't have no time. Just picked up what was on my floor." Chris noticed the robe had fallen open again revealing one of Manetti's dark, hairy thighs. He quickly looked around the kitchen. "Bathtub?" he said surprised that there was a bathtub in the kitchen. It sat right smack in the middle of the kitchen, dividing the room essentially in two. Didn’t know how he could have missed it when he first walked in. A metal top that doubled as a counter lay on top of it. "Yeah, it’s pretty common in these old walk-ups. Hey, you want some soup or something? I have some left over. Just need to heat it up." Chris nodded eagerly. He hadn't realized just how starving he was. He had a cheese sandwich on the plane but that was hours ago. Manetti was nice, he thought. His furtive glance took in his deep set brown eyes and thick black brows over a smooth forehead. Long brown hair and sideburns. It was weird his brother never spoke about his roommate. "How do you know Ben?" he asked. Manetti went to the fridge and took out a pot and started warming it up on the stove. "Met at a bath house last winter. Took pretty quickly to each other. He fucked me, then I flipped him. We did that all night. Didn’t hook up with anyone else. That night anyway. Then I moved in here with him a week later." Manetti gave him a once over to gauge his reaction as he stirred the soup. Then he added, "You don't really look like brothers." Chris was surprised by how frank Manetti was about being gay, especially that part about the bath house. We wished he could be that bold. "We're step brothers. My dad adopted him when he was sixteen, but that didn’t work out," Chris said. Chris stopped himself from saying more. He listened to the spoon stirring in the pot. It was pretty common for people to say, that they didn’t look alike. He had thin blond hair, almost white, parted on the side, was skinny and on the short side. He liked wearing his hair shoulder-length, whereas his brother had almost a lion’s mane of thick dirty blond hair he always wore in a ponytail. It was one of the first things he could recall, Ben's ponytail. Ben was tall, athletic, broad chested, ten years his senior. They both had their mother’s wide face and striking blue eyes, but that’s where the similarity ended. Ben ruled any room he was in. People flocked to him. He was magnetic. Chris was a loner, shy. Not the brightest bulb, said he dad endlessly. But he was resourceful, could figure stuff out. He was a pretty decent mechanic without ever having any real training besides a semester in shop class. It was the one 'A' he ever got. His mother tried to shield him from his father, but she had her own demons and wasn’t always there for him. So he retreated. To his room, or the back of his friend's Impala, and now to a red Formica kitchen table sitting in his wet underwear with his hands folded in his lap. He looked at the refrigerator across from him. A magnet held up by a photo of Manetti and Ben, arms around each other’s shoulders, standing in knee-length bathing suits on a balcony that looked out at the sea. Chris wondered where they were? Manetti looked a few years younger, had shorter hair and wore a huge goofy smile. He looked a little stoned. Ben's deep tan set off his blue eyes; they almost glowed. He looked happier than he ever did growing up. It must have been breezy because his long ponytail flew like a kite behind him. Chris stared at it while his soup heated up. He idolized his brother. Worshiped him really. Many times after his father had given him a bad spanking, he’d sneak into Ben’s room, into his bed, and silently fall asleep on his chest refusing to shed a tear. He did cry, though, wept inconsolably really, when Ben said he couldn’t stand their house anymore and shouted he was moving to New York. Manetti tested the soup with a loud slurp. His mother demanded to know why New York. He'd met someone in a bar, Ben said, who'd offered him a job. What kind of job do you get offered in a bar? shouted his step father, but Ben was storming out the door raising a middle finger. “When’s the last time you saw him?" Manetti asked. "He’s changed some, you know,” he said. "He's not that Long Beach surfer you used to know." In the photo Chris saw Ben had added a bunch of tattoos. A big dragon crawled over his right shoulder, it's tail re-emerging over his ribs. He saw his brother wasn't that slim teenage surfer he once was either. He was a lot more bulked up, even handsomer if that was possible. "Ben moved out right when he turned eighteen. Hated my dad. Can't blame him. My dad was pretty much of a dickhead. He was okay to me except for my whoopings. He tackled him one time, tried beating the shit out of him, and Ben wailed on his so hard my mom called the police." Chris caught himself as Manetti eyed him. He didn't like to talk about his family’s problems—not to the school counselor, and never to strangers. He rarely did talk about them, didn't even really like to think about them especially. Manetti filled a soup bowl, grabbed a spoon from a drawer, and set it in front of him. "Yeah, I've seen him loose it. He's pretty awesome. You want a towel? You're still dripping," he said. Chris nodded and dug into the soup. Manetti popped out and then returned with a large terrycloth towel. The soup was full of large chunks of vegetables and warmed his stomach. He took the towel and mopped his head, then draped it over his shoulders. For the first time in as long as he could remember—weeks? months?—he was beginning to relax. He wasn't used to someone being nice to him. Especially someone he didn't know that well. After his dad left, his mom had turned into a basket case. And now, any day with Carl in the house was like walking through a minefield; made his dad seem like Gandhi. He must have been scowling into his soup because when he looked up, Manette said, "You Prior boys are so serious, aren't you?" Manetti flashed him a warm smile, which he shyly returned, then went back to shoveling spoonfuls of soup. "In your letter you said you haven't seen my brother in two weeks,” Chris said between bites, keeping his eyes in the soup bowl. “Ain't like him to just disappear. He’d split for a time but would always come back. Know where he’s at?" Manetti sat across from him, reached in the ashtray and took out a half-burnt joint. He lit it and took a long drag and looked up at the ceiling. He exhaled, thought for a moment before offering it to Chris. Chris put down his soup, pinched the joint, and took a short toke. He exhaled, said thanks, handed it back and went back to his soup. "Well,” said Manetti thoughtfully. “Chris Prior..." He paused, taking a long hit, taking an even longer time to reflect before exhaling. "...Ben Prior, or Big Ben, as he's called, disappears from time to time. So do I. I didn’t want to get into it in the letter, but truth is, sometimes, a client will want us for an extended period of time." Manetti took another hit. As he exhaled, he leaned in toward Chris. "Sometimes drugs are involved, so you know, we’re sometimes really out of it. Sometimes someone buys one of us for a time. Comes with the territory. We come back to each other. Eventually. But we’ve learned our partnership needs to be very open." Chris' spoon stopped in mid-air at some point while Manetti was talking. He looked him over. Long dark wavy hair, highlights of red in the harsh kitchen light, long side burns who's points hit his high cheek bones, a wide mouth with lips like seagulls wings, brown eyes that suddenly glinted with mischief. His robe had fallen open again revealing swirling black hair over pale white skin across an expansive chest. Chris' brain twitched. Something was off. He knew stoned, and he wasn't getting stoned. Manetti scratched his chest but his fingers lingered in his mat of chest hair. Chris saw him open his robe a bit more to brush his left nipple on his massive pec; he diddled with a thin metal bar that pierced his large tit. Chris placed the spoon in the bowl, took up the proffered joint, took a hit as casually as he could. With a clenched throat, hoping it sounded like he was being offhand, he asked, "So you're his boyfriend. You’re both hustlers?" He was confused, but not by the news that his brother turned tricks, but that Manetti’s nipple, so unusually large, looked so very appealing. He'd never seen a pierced nipple up close in real life. So much was flooding his senses at once it was hard for him to keep up with his thoughts. "Boy, this is strong shit," he said, handing back the joint. "Laced?" "Just a bit." Manetti's grin widened displaying a beautiful row of perfectly white teeth. Why hadn't Chris noticed just how good looking Manetti was before? He had looked at him through a filter as one of his brother’s friends. But whatever the joint was laced with was magnifying Manetti's magnetism. If Manetti was a hustler he must be a very good one, thought Chris. Manetti’ smile, as it grew, highlighted his strong jaw, became the smile of a shark. Chris was easily bait. "This soup is really good," he said, trying to snap out of his gaze. He finished up the last of it. "Uh, can I use your bathroom?" "Other side of the bedroom. Ready for some more soup?" Chris stood up, placing a hand on the back of the chair. For some reason he didn’t feel hungry anymore. “Nah, I’m good.” He glanced out the airshaft and again a slight paranoia gripped him as he looked into the inky darkness. In the apartment across from them something was moving. He was wobbly, but more than stoned, he was suddenly horny. He also saw he was starting to get a woody, one that was pretty evident wearing only thin underwear. Manetti noticed it too. Chris excused himself before it became even more obvious. Suddenly, he was confused by the apartment layout. Off the kitchen was the only other room, a bedroom. Off it, a small closet, and a smaller closet with a toilet and a dinky sink. In the bedroom a sling hung over a futon on the floor. He knew what it was even though it was the first sling he'd ever encountered. He'd seen them in Ben's magazines, the ones he left behind between his mattress. Rawhide, Stroke, Bound and Gagged, and Chris' favorite, Magnum. He saw the leg straps, the leather pillow, the wrist restraints, the mirror perched over the top. He felt himself woozy, and grabbed a leg strap to steady himself. Not the best choice, for it immediately flew away from him and with his other hand he had to grab the metal support. The whole sling set into motion a round of clanging as chains banged against metal posts. "You okay in there?" Manetti's voice called out from the kitchen. He peered around the kitchen door to see if the kid was still standing. "Yeah, I'm good," Chris answered stumbling to the bathroom. "I bet you are," Manetti responded with a laugh. "Ben said you were a choir boy. That really true?" "Really true." He shut the bathroom door, relieved that he had found a room, compact as it was, where he could compose himself. As soon as he shut the door, he struggled to get his act together. He mulled over the fact that there were only two rooms in the entire apartment—kitchen, bedroom. Where was he going to sleep? And, fuck, he couldn’t deny how horny he was for Manetti. He saw how the evening was leading in one direction, and he saw he couldn’t and didn’t want it to go any other way. Manetti would be gentle, he reassured himself. That first embrace in the hallway surely proved he would understand that, being his first time, his brother’s lover would be gentle, would let him take things at his own pace. But he was his brother's lover. But he was also a hustler. His brain was frazzled. Sitting down with his underwear around his ankles he looked up at the back of the bathroom door. Taped to it was a foldout from Magnum magazine. It was Ben and Manetti sixty-nining each other with their forearms up each other's ass. Cocks dripping, Crisco smearing, Ben and Manetti were frozen in a frenzy of fists. Chris popped a rock hard boner and dropped the biggest shit of his entire life. *** Manetti unhooked the leg straps from the end of the sling, folded it in half, then re-attached the straps to the arm hooks. That left the futon on the floor unencumbered from above. He popped in one of Drax's bareback twink videos in the VCR, grabbed the remote and laid back on the futon propping his head with an oversize pillow against the radiator. It was late but the Tina laced joint had him in a semi-energized mood. He was sure Chris must have felt similarly. The toilet flushed and Chris emerged. The boy, still clad only in his white underwear, shirtless, flawless, a thin little scarecrow, stood at the bathroom door. Blond hair, dry now but flying every which way. A perfect skinny beach boy, ten years Ben's baby brother. Their resemblance was minimal. Whereas he and Ben worked out regularly, having pecs, necks, and 'ceps to prove it, Chris, looking around the small studio confused, seemed frail. He was more than a little intimidated by all the pornography he was discovering on the walls, porn stars Manetti and Ben had either known or worked with over the years. Mostly signed. "To Manetti / Good times, bad times, baddest times! Rich" or "Big Ben / Your name does not lie, Eric." "Come. Sit," encouraged Manetti patting the space next to him. "How you feel? Like the joint?" "Yeah, man," said Chris, trying to sound cool. "That's powerful dope. It's dusted?" "Nah, a little Tina. You like?" Chris gave a single nod with a flicker in his eye that Manetti zeroed in on. He casually took a sip of water he’d brought from the kitchen. "Want to try it pure?" Chris sat next to him cross legged. "I guess so," he said. Manetti could smell him. A little grungy, a slight smell of urine probably from the wet, dirty underwear. Ben had told Manetti he thought his little brother was on-again and off-again homeless, at least not staying at his house much cuz of the mom's new boyfriend. Manetti grabbed a pipe from the window ledge, set his glass aside, and stuffed the pipe with a little white powder from a baggy. He handed the pipe to Chris. "Have you blown clouds before?" Manetti knew the answer before he asked it. Chris shook his head. Up close Chris was even more striking than across the table. It was his eyes, soulful lost puppy eyes. When you first looked at him he looked just like any skinny white kid, but sitting crossed legged next to him, you could really see how lost he was. His six pack abs wasn’t from working out but from not eating enough, his ribcage pronounced as he breathed. Hairless chest, tiny nipples, little or maybe no armpit hair. The kid didn't even look like he shaved yet. Whereas he was all hair. From his heavy five o'clock shadow that was dark even right after a morning shave, strong jaw with a cleft chin, his father’s rugged aquiline nose, shaggy, unkempt cluster of chestnut hair, and trade-famous pointed sideburns. "Just inhale it like you would hash and hold it." Chris did as he was told. The kid was nothing if not a fast learner. And obedient. The idea of introducing him to Drax crossed his mind. He brushed the thought away. The kid was much too cherry. Drax would eat him alive. Still, what was he going to do with him after tonight? He was definitely going to get in the way of his trade. As Chris was about to blow the smoke out, Manetti took the boy’s mouth and covered it with his own. He breathed in the smoke from Chris' lungs, held it for a beat before exhaling. "No need to waste it. You take it from me this time." Manetti lit the bottom of the pipe, waited for the white cloud to form, then sucked it in. Out of the corner of his eye he could tell Chris was grappling with how Manetti had grabbed his chin and brought their lips together. Chris watched him, biting his lip with anticipation, moving closer to Manetti’s mouth. It was almost like kissing, something he'd never done with man. Manetti motioned with his finger and Chris moved in. Manetti exhaled into him, breathed a new kind of life into him. As he held it, Manetti leaned back against the pillow. "So, what's your plan, Chief?" Chris followed suit and leaned back into the large pillow he shared with Manetti. After he'd exhaled, Manetti took a long sip of water. He offered the glass to Chris. "Don't really have one. Thanks." Chris took a sip and handed the glass back to Manetti. "Not a really good plan, Chief—not to have a plan. Ben thought you were queer. He right?" Manetti was fixed on the TV, watching a blond dude about Chris' age but not as skinny getting sucked by a balding, stocky daddy type. "I used to beat off to Ben's porn. So I guess, yeah. Twice, when I stayed over at my best friend Jeff's place, before his parents didn’t want me coming around anymore, we jacked off to some straight shit.” Chris looked around again at all the porn posters and photos hanging on the walls. “I think I recognize that guy in that poster there from one of them," he said pointing to a huge 'roided porn star with an extra-long dick, one with perfect hyper-masculine features perched on the hood a Rolls Royce. It was signed "To Manetti, thanks for the ride, TJ. "Mr. No Balls? Hah! Tyler says he's straight, only does gay for pay. Don't believe him. You can shit in his mouth and he'd pay you for it." Chris barked out a surprised laugh. “No, seriously he loves twinks. I bet if I call him right now, he’d come over and ask you shit in his mouth.” Manetti made a motion like he was going to get up and call, but Chris, laughing, held him back. Chris’ hand on Manetti’ shoulder, feeling it's mass, registered quickly on both of them. Chris quickly put his hands back in his lap. Manetti added a little more white power to the pipe. "’Nother hit, Chief?" Chris nodded. His heart was already pounding and he felt flush all over. He was also pulling on his pud unconsciously, getting a little wet spot on the tip, staining his already stained underwear. Manetti took note, seeing the kid was totally unaware of what he was doing. He calmly fired up the pipe and slowly leaned into Chris. He blew into his lungs lightly adding just the tip of his tongue, and deliberately scraping the boy’s face lightly with his cheek. Chris's eyes widened. He'd never felt a beard against his face like that. "So that's it. A couple wanks with Jeff, you on one end of the couch, your best bud on the other, eyes glued straight to the TV. Aware of him but never dared to looking. Am I right or am I right?" "Yeah, something like that.” Chris’ mind spun. His next words flew out of him as if he was compelled to confess to Manetti. “Except one time this real nerd, Kyle—I never told nobody this—he helped me with some math homework. His parents both worked so we were alone at his house. Everyone knew he was a fairy. Ran like a girl. We were in his bedroom. He put his hand on my pants, which usually kind of hangs cuz I don’t hitch ‘em up, and he pulled them right off me and gives me a blow job. Like, I didn’t even stop him even though he was sucking my dick. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.” But it felt good being open with Manetti. He felt a mild release and a kind of excitement in the act. "Did you give Kyle a blow job back?" Chris scoffed at the thought. Then after a beat, added, “Actually, I thought about it. Sometimes late at night, jacking off under the covers, I remembered how much I liked it. How soft his mouth was. How it felt to cum into it, into this big wet thing. Like how I didn't have to hold back at all. Like how maybe I’d like to give Jeff a blow job. Give him the same feeling. Like he wouldn’t have to hold back and just come in my mouth and I’d swallow it. Okay, shut up. Stop talking now,” he said, talking to himself in a voice that could have been his father's. Manetti laughed, but made a quick U-turn and became serious. "Well, what wasn't nice, Chief, is that you should always reciprocate. Know what I mean? I mean if I gave you a blow job, I'd expect you'd give me one back. That’s only fair, right? And if I rimmed your ass, I expect you'd return the favor." "What’s rimming?" asked Chris. Manetti looked at him sideways, saw he was honestly confused. This kid was too innocent to be believed! “You must have seen it in one of Ben’s magazines.” Chris shook his head. Manetti found the remote control and sped the video up. "There. See what that kid’s doing?" Manetti pointed at the screen where the blond kid was under the older daddy’s hairy ass. "He’s eat out man's pussy." "The fuck out!" said Chris but didn't take his eyes from the screen. Manetti saw the kid's boner tenting up in his shorts. "That's fucking nasty, man. Gross! Why would someone do that?" Yet the boy’s eyes couldn’t be pried from the screen with a crowbar. He was pulling again at his underwear. "It's like getting a blow job but a hundred times better.” He motioned to Chris’ hardon. "Looks as if you like the nasty." Chris stopped pulling at his dick alarmed. “Wait. I’ll fast forward. You're gonna love this." The VHS tape sped up, then skidded to a stop. The boy was now under a rim seat with the daddy sitting on top. A close-up showed the boy lifting his head, licking the daddy’s balls then sticking his tongue deep into the daddy’s hairy ass. "I bet you’d be good under there." Chris felt his whole skin glisten in a light sweat. His nerves felt electric. Manetti flicked off the room lamp. The room basked in the dark glow of the TV. Chris felt an imaginary blanket was enveloping him and Manetti, separating them from the world. With the light off, he had an urgent need to take off his underwear and bare himself to Manetti. Manetti sensed it and reached out and slipped off Chris' underwear. The kid had a nice seven inch rod, rigid and beaded with pre-cum. Very little pubic hair. Looked like he clipped it, too. His legs were hairless, thin and smooth. Such smooth pale skin got him excited and he casually opened his robe revealing his long, uncut cock angling above his firm, hairy belly. Chris looked at him achingly. He took the boy's hand and placed it on his manmeat. Chris caressed it lightly at first, the first time he'd ever touched a man’s penis. Manetti felt him quickly go from a light touch to a firm grip. He pumped a little in the boy's hand. The hand barely wrapped around his shaft. But what he did hold was like being in the grip of a cobra. His other hand aimed for Manetti’s chest. His finger ran through his chest hair making a bee-line for his pierced nipple. When he make contact Manetti could wait no longer. He pounced, gripping Chris’ legs and spinning him around, pulling his legs into the air to expose his butthole. He dove down to engulf his sphincter and the kid let out a moan of pure pleasure, his neck arched looking up to his face. "Oh, fuck, dude," Chris cried. "Oh, shit that feels good. Jesus. Christ! Oh shit." It coaxed Manetti to pull the boy's pursed asslips apart even more and deep dived his tongue into this virgin hole. “Push out,” ordered Manetti. "More!" The boy hadn't wiped well and there was an acrid taste of shit around the kid's stained hole. It horned Manetti even more, driving his tongue deeper into this nasty, puckering pit. “Push fucker!” Every nerve ending in Chris' bunghole bristled in pleasure as he pushed out his hole. Manetti's long tongue dug into the hole, which fought instinctively against entry. Manetti’s mouth was relentless, chewing, licking, sucking on the boy's ass lips. Chris tried fighting against the tongue from entering, but bit by bit he felt the pleasures of giving up his hole, physically and mentally, to push out and let this man he’d met only a few hours before enter him in his most vulnerable spot. Manetti beard scratched his tender skin, but it felt incredible, loosened him more and more. He heard the man spit, his hole dripping wet, and felt a finger entering him. This was the first time he'd ever been penetrated, and though it was uncomfortable and hurt, at the same time it excited him. He felt conflicted, fooling around with his brother's boyfriend, afraid of where this might lead. But he knew where he wanted it to lead. Manetti held his legs firmly, looked down into his open face. Chris was afraid and yet attracted at the same time. Manetti was all hair, chest, shoulders, a black jungle around his cock, even a bit of hair on his back that he felt with his legs. Manetti held his legs over his shoulders to dig into that smooth, tasty boyhole. From that vulnerable position, Manetti sucked in a testicle, then the other, which made the kid cry out in pleasure and surprise. He then returned to that beautiful virginal, pliable, slowly opening tunnel. The sensation of having his hole eaten was driving him wild. Hoarsely, he spat out, "Mike, I want to return the favor." Manetti looked down into the boy's face, became curious, wondering if the kid would do it or would cop out at the last minute. He released him and the kid scurried through Manetti’s legs, putting himself beneath the man's furry butt like he'd seen the twink do on TV. Manetti squatted over his face as he felt the boy’s lips surrounding his crack. The kid pulled on Manetti's legs to get him to squat lower. "Oh, fuck yeah. You're as big of a pig as your brother. Eat my shithole, boy. Dig in, get lost in it.” Manetti ground his ass over the boy’s face. “Rank, right? Be a little toilet pig. You felt what I did, how deep I got. Return that favor. Be a sewer. Be a cell pool. Just give in to it. Get lost in there." And Chris did. His cock remained an iron pole, Manetti noted, while his tongue didn’t stop for a moment cleaning his dirty shithole. Chris had never felt as uninhibited as this. Manetti’s whole butt was one massive trench of black hair. The crack seemed to go on forever. He licked and licked, searching to find the center. Manetti’s musky odor drove his brain into delirium. He was a boy on a mission and would not give up until he made Manetti’s hole feel as good as Manetti had made his. Minutes went by till he arrived, finding the smooth oasis of flesh through the dark brush. It pulsed with heat on his tongue, and gave off the pure scent of a man. He couldn't believe how wonderfully soft the skin felt across his tongue nor the nasty taste that reeked from his hole. Instead of being repulsed by the stench, he was in a frenzy to please Manetti but he also found he really liked it. He did what Manetti had done and lapped and circled the hole, until he found he could dart his tongue inside, which produced an animal snarl from Manetti. "Rrrrrr, fuck yes, piglet. Get in there you little fuck pig." Then something happened Chris didn't quite understand, but knew in his gut he liked right away. The hole he was chewing on opened up slightly and a vast area of Manetti's rectum pushed out with it. His mouth was confronted with his first rosebud, although at the time he didn't know what it was. Right after this mound of gelatinous flesh revealed itself to him, like some startled sea creature, it pulled back into its hole. Manetti went wild. Chris felt his legs being pulled in the air again, separated, a tongue slithered into his entrance. An infinite amount of pleasure, giving and receiving, before there was a brief pause, then a heavy hand cracked against his butt. "Say, Thank you, Sir." "Thank you, Sir," repeated Chris, his ass stinging, feeling a sense of shame and pleasure and pride all at the same time. "You taste so fucking good, I want to eat you up, pig boy," growled Manetti. "Let's get you in the sling. I have to bang this pretty pussy." They sprang up and he quickly showed Chris how to connect the legs chains back to the hooks. Chris rubbed his butt and felt the heat from the slap Manetti had given him. "Climb in, boy, and I'll give you the ride of your life." As Chris was figuring out how to get in, Manetti said, "You liked blowing clouds?" Chris nodded. "Then you're going to love this." He quickly poured some powder in a shot glass, mixed a little water in it and sucked it up in a plunger. "Okay, settle in. Put your legs through here.” Manetti paused, then ran a hand up and down Chris' torso, ending by fondling his cock and balls. “You happy you met me?” Chris nodded. "And you've never been fucked before?" Chris shook his head fiercely, anticipating what was to come. “Comfy?" Chris nodded again eagerly, starting to slowly hump Manetti's paw. "Not so fast, boy. I want you to learn to feel it not just in your dick but also inside your hole.” Manetti pulled Chris' dick away from his body to the boy cried, then let it slap against his belly. “You gonna do whatever Sir says, yes slave?" Manetti squeezed a little lube on Chris' hole. He wet a finger in his mouth and pushed it up Chris' ass a good inch or two. It was uncomfortable for a second while Manetti twisted his finger lubing all side of Chris’ tight cave, but Manetti kept wiggling it around and Chris not only got used to the sensation, but found himself writhing a bit on Manetti finger, trying to get him to penetrate him further. "Okay, this'll be a little cold and might sting, but just for a minute." Manetti replaced his finger with the plunger, stuck it up Chris's canal as far as it would go, and then shot the liquid into the boy's empty hole. Shit yes, it was cold and stung like a bitch. Chris bore down as Manetti finished injecting his ass with the cold liquid, then pulled the plunger out of him. At first he felt nothing but coldness warming up inside him. He felt a bit let down anticipating something intense. Manetti looked him over, stroked his erect dick and tweak his small nipples. “Feel anything?” Chris shook his head. Manetti went over to the VHS recorder and switched tapes. While it was revving up, Manetti put on a leather cap and vest over his otherwise naked body. Chris was truly impressed, if not a little intimidated, by the severe transformation a few bits of costume made to Manetti. It also altered Manetti's attitude. Manetti looked straight out of one of his brother’s leather magazines. It brought out a sense of privilege and arrogance even. Manetti went to the bookshelf and opened a box and pulled out an orange capped rig. He strapped his arm with a tourniquet, feeling for a vein against the dim TV light. He slammed himself and started breathing heavily. His mouth shaped into an round 'O' and his eyes widened in sudden astonishment. Something was happening in Chriss too, something like a serpant eminating from his hole. He felt a strong surge of desire. "You look so fucking great, Sir. Like a god." Chris could not see Manetti’s eyes, only dark pockets where his eyes should be. Chris couldn’t help himself and started pleasuring the feeling his ass. Words flew out of him. "Or like the devil," he whispered like at confession. Something heating up inside his hole made him feel intensely desirous of Manetti. Wanting him like he never wanted anything before. Manetti cough. "FUCK!" Manetti shouted widening his eyes. "Christ fuck!" He could barely stand, and leaned heavily on the bookcase. "Hot damn, boy. How you feeling?” He was breathless, trying to put the orange cap back on the rig. “You feel it yet?" Manetti looked to him out of focus, but a feeling of euphoria was sweeping through Chris' body, making himself pull on his cock at the same time he fingered his butthole. He felt electric, energized, wanted Manetti to touch him all over, maybe even smack him again. "I feel great, Sir,” he said. As Manetti staggered from the bookcase and came closer, he sat up in the sling and ran his hands across Manetti’s hairy chest. "I wanted to do that the second I came in the door, Sir. Fuck, you are so hot. My ass is yours. Whatever you want to do to it. Beat me if you want to." "Beat my ass—SIR!" returned Manetti, now holding on to the chains while he was rushing, where Chris' butt lay exposed, so desirous of being fucked for the very first time. "Yes, SIR, beat my ass again—SIR." And Manetti did, harder than the first time. "Thank you, SIR," replied Chris, falling back against the leather pillow, pushing his ass out of the sling. A light turned on in the room across the airshaft. Chris didn't notice, but Manetti did. "You're welcome, boy. Let's get you settled in." With that Manetti quickly locked his leg restraints, still breathing heavily, punctuating fucks under his breath as he worked. Before Chris knew it, Manetti had restrained his arms above his head. He gladly went along with whatever Manetti wanted to do. As long as it didn't involve needles. That was the only thing that freaked him a little but he tried not to think about it. If it wasn't for the feeling of horniness overcoming every molecule in his body he might have been spooked by the restraints. But now he was accepting everything that this hairy demon breathing over him was doing. It was easy to inhale Manetti’s pheromones, which blotted out the picture of him hunched over, shooting up. Or maybe he secretly liked that. He didn’t know what he thought anymore. He arched his head toward Manetti’s cock. It was veiny, half sheathed in foreskin. Leaking pre-cum. He licked it. A taste of salt and cheese. Nothing had ever tasted so delicious and desirable to him. He still had a trace of Manetti’s dirty ass on his lips and it mixed with salt and cheese from his foreskin. Manetti turned on a light over the sling and flipped on a video camera propped next to the bookcase. Manetti slowly turned the boy’s peach fuzz face to the side, checked that the view finder was in close, recording each translucent strand of blond hair on the boy's upper lip, and slid his veiny cock into the boy's mouth. He swallowed have his fat nob. Manetti was impressed at how much Chris could take. He pushed him further, getting half his shaft into the boy's mouth, feeling where the boy’s throat constricted, made him choked on his shaft, then skullfucked him at that length for a while as his cock grew from semi-flaccid to fully engorged. Manetti withdrew his cock from his mouth, and a web of pre-cum hung like a spider web between them. He let his uncut cock trace over Chris’ pursed mouth. "Ah Chris," he said looking into his eyes. "I'm going to fucking love knocking you up." Chris felt the words echo in his head, puzzled at first by their meaning. On the TV screen a body was being pummeled by a Master with a whip, with a boy writhing in pain and ecstatically twisting under the lash. He looked back at Manetti. Beyond the harsh light shining on him, in the dim light of the room, he saw covered by the beautiful black fur surrounding Manetti's navel, the three prongs of a biohazard tattoo. Manetti placed a red ball in his mouth and tied it behind his head. Chris realized too late what the ball was for, and started fighting against his bindings. Manetti pushed in between his legs. The kid tried to close his legs but the sling and Manetti easily pried him open. He was exposed and vulnerable. Manetti greased his cock and lubed the boy's tight hole. With his first thrust his aim was true. He slid the entire length of the kid's clutching rectum, straight up to his thick black patch of pubic hairs. The girth of his shaft ripped the boy's hole apart. Manetti's hairy balls smacked into the boy's tailbone. He didn't stop till he was right up the boy's chute, fully inside. The boy cried in anguish behind the red ball, tears in his eyes, panic running across his face. Fiercely he was beathing, spitting saliva through the ball in heaving gulps of air. Spit ran down his chin and cheek. He fought as much as he could against the thickness of Manetti’s enormous shaft, against his cuffed arms and legs, but the struggle only engorged Manetti’s immense tool more. "Fight against it, bitch. I love it." Manetti picked up his pace. The pain was unbearable but he was helpless to stop it, and with every stroke he felt his resistance falling away. The longer it went on, and against his will, he started deriving a small bit of pleasure from the pain. Chris slowly began to unclench against Manetti’s girth. For a while, at the pinnacle of each thrust, Manetti would hold his crotch against Chris' hole, letting the boy experience the magnitude of the amount of raw flesh that filled his hole. Chris felt all the hairs of Manetti's pubis surround his hole. Manetti gyrated inside him. He felt the stiff cock push his insides around, moving everything inside, his bladder, his prostate, a gateway to an inner chamber. The sensations started owning him. Making him feel things he didn't know he could feel, sensations that were newly possible. Manetti felt Chris’ hole beginning to open. He looked into the bound boy’s blue eyes and saw a dawning pleasure deep within him. He wasn’t sure the boy even knew he was beginning to draw pleasure from his pain, but he would know and eventually desire it in ever increasing amounts. He new his journey and he would have the boy follow in his tracks. Tears were being overcome with lust as the chemicals were taking over Chris' body. The boy stopped struggling and for a moment became placid. He grew annoyed with the passivity so with both hands, as hard as he could, he smacked with all his force Chris' ass. It made Chris yelp and clench his sphincter which pleased Manetti. He looked down on the boy and was surprised to see a spark of gratitude in Chris' eyes. Just a spark. He needed to work him harder. They fell into a rhythm. For minutes that turned to hours Chris got used to the battering his hole was taking. When he went slack, Manetti slapped him to tighten him up, or twisted his small nipples until he tried to cry out in pain behind the gag. At the beginning, Chris fought the massive rod slamming into him and the occasional whipping his ass endured. But after non-stop fucking, accepting the alternating pleasure and pain, he came to desire the torpedo that was tearing him inside. The familiar walloping he received growing up, he secretly desired from Manetti. In the mirror he watched and felt his butt turn from pink, to red, to purple. At some point he got lost in it, started thrusting himself to get impaled deeper, to be slapped hard, to be punished for sins he couldn’t name. Manetti felt Chris' entire canal loosening. The ass smacking was now built into their fucking. Chris, in fact, in a haze, began thanking him behind the red ball. Whether or not Manetti heard him was questionable, for Manetti's eyes rolled back in his head and he mindlessly fucked and abused what at times became an anonymous body splayed beneath him. Manetti occasionally snapped out of his daze and saw how much he was controlling this innocent young kid, this younger version of his partner, his boyfriend, his lover—imagined he was fucking an innocent version of Ben, one from long ago—then he would lose himself again to the sheer, dark pleasure he derived from his raw cock having its way in a stranger's body. He felt himself edging closer to a climax as his mind vacillated between thoughts of Ben and this new fresh piece of nameless meat. As he felt he was close to cumming, he broke through to awareness of Chris beneath him. He saw Chris' sweat dick never lost its erection no matter what he did to him. He started playing with the boy's meat, milking him, lightly slapping his face so that he came out of his drugged revelry. "I'm about to cum, Chris,” he said as the boy focused on his mouth and words, “but I’m not going to cum in you unless you cum first, got that? That shows you want me to give you my poz cum. Shows me you want to be my fuckhole no matter what. Lets me own you." Through blurred eyes Chris lobbed his head no, but almost immediately started squirming his cock in Manetti clenched fist. "I can't tell if you're trying to get away from me, fuckhole, or you're jacking yourself in my hand. I think you're jacking, you little cum pig." He broke into a dark smile. "Feel how hard you are?" Chris kept bucking, thrashing, squirming away in a sea of ecstasy and lust, both wanting this man to cum and fearing it with all his fiber, but he couldn't hold back, jacking into his fist and slamming back onto his cock, a see-saw that wouldn't end until he pushed himself over the edge. He let loose the longest stream of cum he'd ever shot. Ribbons of sperm spewed over the room. The boy’s hole clenched and spasmed as he shot, immediately triggered Manetti who gushed in rivers of ropey sperm up the boy's open chute. They both quaked in orgasms, each building on the other’s spuming bodies, until they were thrashing uncontrollably against each other, grinding bone against bone, skin against raw skin, till there was a thrust of Manetti that hung in the air, then one more, then a final lunge plunging Manetti deep inside Chris. He held it there, on the edge, feeling himself unload an afterbirth of cum. Manetti stood dripping heavy sweat onto Chris' glistening chest. He rubbed Chris' cum all over his chest and face. He sucked the boy's small nipples, licked up and down the boy's arms, licked his pits, still hard and draining inside him. “You still with me?” he whispered, as he loosened the ball in Chris’ mouth. “That was fucking fantastic.” The boy’s eyes, drugged as they were, did not lie. Manetti kissed him deep, then lay on top of him feeling his heart beating against his. He rested there for a moment feeling the slickness between them, the kid’s sperm matting his chest and abs and pubes. He licked up a river of the boy’s cum welled in his sternum, and was surprised to see Chris open his mouth for him. The boy had the makings of a true pig, he thought, as he released the drool into the greedy boy's maw. He watched the lust still simmering within the boy as he swallowed. Maybe he was Drax material after all. ***

The door was unlocked when I pushed it open, just as he had said it would be. I stepped inside, locked the door behind myself, and took a quick glance around: the apartment was small and cheap but clean, and the lighting was dim. "In here," a voice called from a doorway and I followed it to the man's bedroom. There was barely enough light leaking in from the curtained window to see the guy I'd come to fuck. Even in the dim light I could see he was chubby, his ass on display as he lay ass up and face down on the edge of his bed naked except for a blindfold around his eyes. We'd met on Grindr and he had quickly invited me over to fuck him anon. As I let my jeans and boxers drop he looked back even though he couldn't see, his wide pale ass shaking enticingly as his thick cock drooped underneath him. I could smell the body wash on him, his hair still wet from a fresh shower as I knelt down behind him. Giving his fat ass a spank that makes it jiggle he let out a gasp then a low groan as I spread his cheeks to expose his pink hole. Wasting no time, I dove in, tongue lashing at the pucker as I slobbered and sucked his hole making him moan like a bitch. Already he started to rock against my face as I ate him out, my tongue prodding his asshole to taste him and get him ready for my cock that was already growing hard and dripping. He clutched at the bedsheets as he shook from the pleasure, the sounds of my ravenous rimming and his moans filling the air. Reaching between his thick thighs I found his cock hard and throbbing as it leaked precum, giving it a few strokes that made him whimper and moan out. Pulling back I worked a single thick finger into his loosened, slick hole and rubbed against his prostate making his cock lurch in my hand. The chubby faggots hole clenched around my fingers as I added a second, working him open and stroking his prostate to really get him dripping in my grasp. Grinning as he moaned like a needy whore I asked, "Ready to get fucked faggot?" My dick throbbed as he groaned out against the bed before turning his head to gasp out, "Yes, fuck me," he pleaded. I wasn't going to wait. Giving his cock and prostate a few strokes for good measure, I stood up and pressed the broad tip of my uncut cock against his spit-slicked pucker, which I prodded, teasing him, just to hear him moan. I was just about to thrust into him when he seemed to remember something and reached back to place his hand on my hip, "Wait!" he pointed at his nightstand where a few condom packages and a bottle of lube sat, "Gotta use a condom," he warned. I was ready to just force my dick into him right then even if I had to hold him down and rape him but I just grunted in disappointment as I reached out and took a condom and the bottle. Ripping open the wrapper I regretfully rolled the rubber across my cock. Popping the cap on the lube I slathered up my covered dick then poured a generous amount right onto his hole. Without bothering to work it into his asshole I lined up with it and pushed hard to make up for lost time with that unfortunate distraction. The chub let out a pained yelp and collapsed on his wide belly as several rough thrusts let me rest balls-deep in his tight ass. Laying myself on top of him I pinned him against the bed as I rotated my hips, savoring how his hole clenched at my cock as I stirred his insides, growling in his ear, "Hope you have thick walls, fag. Neighbors gonna hear you." His only response was to squirm underneath me. Drawing my hips back until only the fat crown of my cock remained in him I dropped back down, hilting myself in one rough thrust that knocked the air out of him mid-moan. With my weight holding him down all he could do was spread his legs even wider as I started to bounce off his ass, my fat cock plowing his hole with wet slapping sounds when my fat nuts clapped off his hairless pair. With my fingers grabbing him by the back of he neck I pounded him hard and fast, the chubby slut moaning out while starting to clench his hole around my cock with each pull out before thrusting back in. The bed had started to bang against the wall, letting his neighbors know without a doubt that someone was getting thoroughly fucked. Yet as I relished his whimpers and needy groans the feeling of the condom wrapped around me kept me from fully enjoying it. Propping myself up on my elbow I looked down to where my condom covered cock was pummeling his hole and the sight of the dark image of a biohazard tattoo on my hip making up my mind as I readied myself to rip the rubber off and really enjoy myself.

It wasn't a test for him, it was a certification. He knew the results. He sat there reminiscing about that night four months ago. The initial pain, and then intense pleasure had by all three of them would live in his mind forever. God damn they were hot! Daniel had connected over the internet with two rough biker guys, and had finally talked them into participating in his plan. He had invited them to the city, paid for their gas as well as a cheap hotel room. The visions of that night flashed in his mind, the night he gave into his dark side. "I wanna know the men who infect me, I wanna know my breeders" he told them. They agreed to perform the job and met him at the hotel. The encounter wasn't tender or romantic - it was rough and primal, filled with lots of grunting and moaning and completely filthy talk. Even Daniel found himself surprised by his own words, particularly when he begged the bikers to "Yes, yes give me your AIDs load, Daddy," adding "Knock me up good papa!" The bikers had introduced themselves as Jeff and Jim, but Daniel doubted the names they supplied were accurate, and the anonymity of the experience heightened the excitement. The bikers also got into the occasion, striving to satisfy Daniel's cravings by exclaiming "Sick lil' fucker! Lay there and get AIDs! Yeah you like these poz dicks up your lil fag twat!" One of the men went to far as to break into laughter as he shot his load into Daniel, labeling him "...another diseased cunt." The other guy was equally creative, exclaiming "Bang, you're dead now, motherfucker," as he blew his toxic cum into Daniel's ass. Daniel also remembered when the bikers spat on him and slapped him around. Laying on the bed on his stomach with his leg out to the side, he was bred hard as if his comfort didn't matter. Because it didn't. Sitting there remembering the night of his pozzing he was getting hard. Then two staff members walked into the waiting room, neither of whom Daniel knew, but he followed them into a private conference room where one of the two, a woman, as Daniel recalled, closed the door and explained "Your test is complete but I'm afraid we have some unfortunate results. You're HIV positive, Daniel, but not to worry," she added, "the diagnosis isn't bad as it was years ago, and we're here to help you." Daniel covered his mouth to mask his smirk. The woman mistook his gesture as indicating he was breaking down. "Would you excuse me for a moment? I really need to use the men's room," Daniel politely explained as he stepped through the door. As he left, Daniel thought "This is similar to my experience with Jeff and Jim. It's just like when, just before they left, they slipped me a heavy duty sleeping pill, leaving me to sleep through the entire night, naked, with a a plug up my cunt so their tainted seed would have time to incubate inside my ass." His wallet was empty, but that meant nothing to him. Stepping into the men's room, he could barely walk. Once there he removed the plug he had kept in his hole almost continuously for several weeks. He had been determined to make the most of his time with Jeff and Jim, and the presence of the plug kept his hole permanently dilated. Once he was behind the door of the restroom, he removed the plug, as he wanted to appreciate the work Jim and Jeff's cocks did on his rectum. The plug hit the floor with a thud. A large glob of cum oozed out of him. It must have been the load he took from a man he chanced to meet on the street, a load Daniel took while standing in a small, dirty alley, scarcely a block from the medical office where he had received the good news. Not wanting to waste the precious sperm, Daniel dropped to his knees and licked up the load, and then reinserting the plug, Daniel fixed his clothing, and slipped out the emergency exit. He had no interest in hearing a lecture on being positive or on safe sex. He had more important things to do than waste his newly certified freedom on a lecture. As he walked around the corner he loaded the Uber app on his phone and got a lift. Then he sent a text to a friend saying "Hey, wanna fuck and take my load?" His friend responded quickly "Fuck yeah, I want your load. I haven't had it in months!" Daniel smiled thinking "Oh, the freedom!"

This is not good it is either an overreaction from Craigslist or overkill from congress and Trump in either case it is censoring people and stifling their freedom of expression which is unamerican! This is another taste of life under dictator donald.

Last time I was at the Bathhouse in Tampa I got 6 loads in my hole.(Rainbow)

It was counterintuitive that a nearly deserted bath house would have the hottest action. And last night was proof. There were exactly five of us. But because the play areas were empty, pigs felt liberated to be their piggiest. A twentysomething kid just wanted to get fucked. He was begging for it. He also got what he wished for. A hot daddy with a thick curving cock took him to pound town while the rest of us licked, jerked, and cheered them on. There was a shy Middle Eastern stud who stayed on the sidelines stroking. I loved his razor-trimmed thick dark beard, and his cock was thick and uncut. I kneeled down in front of him, looking up for permission. He gave it with a nod, no words needed. He was a “grower.” His cock, already impressive, just kept growing in my mouth. Foreskin, precum, dark hairy thighs: I was in pig heaven. The novelty for me was being in a room with four other guys all going at it. The kid getting pounded, the daddy taking turns on both of them, and me and the Arabian stallion. My man of few words never told me he was going to shoot his load. But I should have known when he pushed my head down and held it there. It’s a strange feeling when a thick cock begins to pump. You feel those muscles start, and only after a second or two, I felt the blast of cum. The first one went right down the back of my throat. Hot, but there’s no taste buds back there. The next blast started filling my mouth, and it kept on pumping! It was totally hot, the look, taste, and smell of him. I waited until the pumping stopped, and there I was with a huge mouthful of tangy seed. I wanted this stud in me, so I gladly swallowed while he held my chin up to watch. Another nod, a slight smile, and he was gone. Seconds later, the dude with the big scimitar cock roared as he blew a load into the college boy’s bubble butt. More smiles and high fives, and our merry band of pigs disbanded. It was one of the hottest nights in a long time.

In Seattle for a quick visit and have some free time on Thursday afternoon. Got a few joining me at club Z, looking for more +++

Uh-huh- you gotta watch those bears. ? They love to breed holes raw.

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....

Great start want more...;)

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 2: Jared and the Jock “What do you mean I need to pay to go in?” Jared complained. “I’m just looking for a friend.” “Uh huh.” The man at the sauna entrance rolled his eyes. “Everyone is just looking for a friend in there.” Jared’s face turned red. “That’s not what I meant! I’m just looking for MY friend. He came in earlier and isn’t answering my calls.” “You think that, maybe, he’s just busy having a good time?” The clerk smirked. “Maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered?” The thought had occurred to Jared... he wasn’t stupid. He, of course, preferred his own interpretation. He would go in, save Ryan, who would be so grateful that he would (of course) FINALLY agree to be boyfriends. “Please. I just want to make sure he’s ok.” “Sorry, mate. Either you pay, or you stand aside to let the guys waiting behind you to go in.” “Ease up, Dave.” A voice said behind Jared. “I’ll cover him.” Jared turned around. And up… the man behind him was tall, about 6 foot 2 and about 22 years old he guessed. Jared tried not to stare: at the man’s almost almond shaped brown eyes, dark hair, full lips… or his oh SO very tight and fit body. It was all Jared could do to not reach out and feel the red shirt which was caressed the stranger’s chest. Or glance down at what the blue jeans were hiding. “Oh. Um.” Jared stuttered. “Th-thank you so much.” “No worries, mate.” The man smiled (sending Jared's heartbeat racing) as he paid for both their admissions. “I’m Hal.” “I’m Jared.” “Let’s go inside and see if we can find your friend.” Hal put a hand on Jared’s lower back and steered him. Jared blushed. He needed to stay focused on Ryan he told himself... but the hand felt soooo good there. So natural. Firm but gentle. He didn't object. The twink did not notice the wicked grin that Hal shared with the clerk. “You have to be careful in places like this.” Hal said. “The vultures in here will be all over a beautiful guy like you. But don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Jared just nodded. He felt so lucky to have stumbled on such a nice guy. And he had to admit, he loved the jealous looks other guys were throwing his way. Hal insisted they change into the towels the clerk had given them. “It will be easier if we just blend in.” He assured Jared. If Hal had been sexy fully dressed, Jared almost passed out seeing him get naked and wrap the towel around him. He even caught a glimpse of Hal’s cock. Hal’s very big cock. Jared's own cock, decent size if nothing special he knew, started to swell in response. He tried to cover it. If Hal had noticed, however, he was polite enough not to say anything. A man who looked like Hal was probably used to that reaction Jared told himself. "The club is kind of a big circle." Hal said as he they walked. He whispered in Jared's ear as they walked, pointing out the different areas. Jared could barely focus on the words. There was no sign of Ryan. “Maybe he’s, you know, in one of the booths right now?” Hal suggested. “Let’s sit down and wait a few minutes then we can go around again.” Jared just nodded. He wanted to find Ryan, of course he did, but he definitely didn’t mind all this attention he was getting from Hal. The tall man led him to a little room with a series of benches. Porn was playing on a TV screen. Jared blushed and tried not to look. But his eyes kept betraying him. He had watched porn before, alone in his room, always praying for forgiveness after. It was different seeing it here with other people around. Both more embarrassing and more exciting. “Tell me about your friend.” Hal asked. “How do you know each other.” “We’ve known each other for years. From both school and church. We're both Mormons -- the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Well. I am. Ryan doesn't think of himself as a member anymore." “You sound like you really care for him.” “I do. I always have.” Jared said with a sigh. “I mean, I know he doesn’t see me that way. As anything more than a friend. But I keep hoping.” Hal put his arm around Jared’s shoulder and pulled him close. Jared allowed himself to rest against the muscular chest. He was sad when thinking about Ryan but his cock was straining even harder from feeling Hal’s hard body against his. He felt like a feather laying on a rock. It was so comfortable. So perfect. “It’s ok.” Hal assured him, pulling them closer. “There is someone out there for you. Either your friend or someone else.” “I hope so. Sometimes I want to just give up. I’ve been saving myself for him. I want to lose my virginity with him. But I think I’m going to die alone.” He didn’t see the hungry look in Hal’s eyes when he mentioned his virginity. “Shhh. Don’t talk like that. Let’s take another walk around and see if we can find him. Ok?” Jared didn’t want to stand up or stop resting against Hal but he did as he was told. He was very pleased, however, when Hal’s hand rested again on his lower back. Slightly lower this time. In that area where it was hard to say if the hand was on his lower back or his butt. Either way, Jared couldn't deny he liked the touch. But still no Ryan. After a couple of circuits of the club they found themselves again in the video room. Jared leaned against Hal without thinking. Just feeling the heat and sexiness of the man. Hal leaned over and kissed his cheek. Jared turned and allowed their lips to meet. Hal’s breath smelled like a breath mint, he thought absently. A very very sexy breath mint. Out of the corner of his eye, Jared noticed two guys walk into the video room. “I’m telling you, he was the hottest piece of ass I’ve had in years.” One of the men said. “A college boy I’m guessing. He had the look.” Jared glanced over without unlocking his lips from Hal. The two men were older, probably in their sixties, and the one talking was flabby and saggy both front and back. His friend was taller and gaunt. He looked ill. “Yeah, yeah.” The gaunt man teased. “You always get lucky when there are no witnesses.” “Well, you should have gotten here earlier. He’d clearly been fucked a couple times tonight — raw based on the cum dripping from his ass — but he was still tight.” Jared’s stomach felt like a lead balloon. Sinking. “Sure, sure.” The gaunt man said. “Well, I suppose I should at least be grateful you aren’t claiming he gave you his virginity.” “Believe me or not. The slut laid there and let me breed his ass. His fit little body writhing and working out my load. He moaned like a bitch too. Didn’t say much but but sounded like he was from London or somewhere close. Posh little cum slut. It was heaven.” Jared couldn’t breathe. He broke the kiss with Hal and turned to face the two men. They didn't even notice him. The gaunt man paused. “You're serious, aren’t you? Some college boy really let you fuck him?” “Told you man, you should have gotten here earlier.” Tears welling up his eyes, Jared jumped up and ran from the room. The old men's eyes followed him curiously. And hungrily. Hal caught up with him in the locker room and put his arm around him again. Holding him as Jared’s body shook with sobs. “I’m guessing that was your friend they were talking about?” “Ryan was willing to get fucked by THAT?” Jared choked out between sobs. “That old fat guy? But doesn’t want to be anything other than friends with me? What the hell is wrong with me? Am I ugly or something?” Hal put his fingers on Jared’s jaw, turning him to face him. “That’s enough of that. I don’t want to hear you say that again.” Jared couldn’t believe how lucky he was. How he had found someone who was so kind when he needed it most. Hal kissed him again. “Let’s get you out of here. OK?” Jared nodded. The two got dressed again and then he let Hal lead him back out of the sauna. Yet again, he didn’t see the smiles and winks between the clerk and Hal. Or the thumbs up that the clerk gave Hal behind his back. “Let’s get you a cab, ok?” Hal said. “I don’t have money for a cab.” “Well, I’ll give you money. I don’t want you walking home alone.” “You don’t have to…” “I want to. And I want to see you tomorrow.” Hal glanced at his watch. “Or today rather. Tonight. A date if you are up for it. Is that ok?” Jared smiled in spite of his torment. And nodded. He was so lucky. Maybe heavenly father could forgive him for being gay. Could allow him to meet someone so wonderful and kind. Hal put his phone number and address in Jared’s phone while they waited for the cab. “So, I’ll see you at 8. Right?” “Yes, that sounds good.” Jared wanted Hal to invite him over now, just to hold him. He didn’t want to be alone, but was afraid to say anything. Hal pulled him close as the cab pulled up, gave him a long and lingering kiss, and held his cell phone up and snapped a picture. “Just something to remind myself how gorgeous you are.” Jared was blushing as he climbed in the cab. The cab driver was watching him in the rear view mirror but didn’t make any comments. Hal watched the cab pull away then pulled his phone back out and uploaded the picture he had just taken. He laughed to himself as he typed out the message to his followers: See this hot little twink? This fine piece of virgin meat doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to take his cherry in less than 24 hours. Raw. On camera. And he is going to beg me for it. All my subscribers will, of course, get full access to the video. Pre-order now to hear this little cunt scream for mercy.” Hal hummed to himself as he put the phone in his pocket and went back into sauna. The thought of breaking in, and hopefully pozzing, a virgin hole had him rock hard. And there were always guys in the sauna who would happily take his load no questions asked. Life was good.

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

I visited my usual FB for our Sunday session, which usually entails me to choke on his cock until it is hard, and then, with me on all fours, my FB plows me hard until he drops his load. Afterwards he will slowly work my ass until he is again hard, then fucking me until he dumps another load deep in my hole. This has been our reliable arrangement for Sundays for quite some time. This week, however, I found my FB had a visitor, a friend who, like my FB, is in his 50s. They both ended-up sharing me. After a three hour session I left with four loads in my ass and a gaping hole. I begged him to invite more guys next Sunday.

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 22 　 My alarm went off Thurs. morning and I woke up to find Hank still hold me tight and his cock nestled in the crack of my ass. It was hard as a rock and I could still feel the soreness and tingling combined in my ass from the pounding he had given me the night before. My entire chest and stomach was still coated with our cum. I could feel the stickiness of it. AS I turned over to face Hank, he was waking up, also. Our mouths found each others' and we shared a deep affectionate kiss. As we were doing that I could feel his cock throb against me and my own was just as hard. He asked me, "was last night all I said it would be?" I nodded and told him, "I didn't think anything could top the way you sucked my cock, but your cock in my hole was way beyond that for sure." Hank said he loved it too, but I can tell you this, too, if you would let me cum in you, it is even better and hotter yet." I said, "I don't see how, but let me think about it." He said, "I can wait a little. By the way tomorrow night we are having a conversion party and I think you would fit right in good." I was thinking that he meant being converted from straight to either bi or gay and told him I just might like to come over for it. Hank said, "there should be at least two others like me there. I will let you in on something else too. My stripper friend? He told me if you loved my cock in you, he would love to see if you love his too, sometime. It will be up to you if you let him." I could not imagine it though as his was even bigger than Hank's and that filled me as full as I thought possible. Then I remembered that Tom had had that one up his hole, and also had had Hank's, so maybe there was room, but right now all I could think about was that huge cock of Hank's and maybe letting him do me again and just maybe seeing if him cumming in me is better or not. I had a lot more to think about now. I reached down and gave Hank's cock a little squeeze, then rolled over to get out of bed. Hank grabbed me before I got up though and pulled me back against him with his hard cock pushing against my crack and then he eased back a little and reached down and put it at my hole and before I knew it, it eased into me a little bit. I about lost it as Hank whispered to me, "I just wanted you to feel this one more time before you head off to work. I think I will make you wait for all of it till tomorrow night now, but I am sure you will be thinking about this hard pole in you all day and tomorrow, too." I knew I would and quickly got up as I knew if I hesitated any longer I would push back against him and take it all again and never make it to work. It turned into a long long day at work as every time I moved my ass would protest. The soreness and tingle both combining to keep me worked up and hard all day long. I knew waiting for tomorrow night for more was going to make me almost crazy and I had no idea that I could do this. I was straight? Now, I was not quite sure what I was.

Part 21 　 With Hank's kisses and his fingers working my hole, twisting and turning and going in and out, I was having a hard time deciding what to do. I wanted him so bad, but the chances were great! I really wanted to feel what I had seen Tom feel, but the conflict was huge. Then Hank whispered, "Let me in you, Jim and I will pull out before I cum. I just want to pop your ass cherry and show you what it feels like. It will be amazing, I promise." I could hardly think and then as I was looking deep into his eyes, I nodded. He had been moving between my legs before I could answer and his cock was already at the entrance of my ass. As I nodded my agreement, he pulled his fingers from my hole and I felt the head of his huge cock there, trying to press in. His fingers had made me feel full, but his cock was way bigger. He pushed gently, trying to ease his way in. I thought, there is going to be no way I can do this, it was way too big for me. Then, just as I was thinking that, the head of his cock popped past my opening and was sinking in. OMG, it hurt and I started to scream, but he planted his lips on mine and I could only whimper. Then the entire head seemed to be in me and he leaned back and whispered to me again, "the worst is about over and now it will start to feel great, just relax and let go." He stopped for bit and then started to push in more. The pain was intense, but the further in he got the less it seemed to be. Deeper and deeper into me he pushed. The entire time his eyes were looking deep into mine and I could see the passion rising more and more in him. Then I felt his balls hit my ass and he said, "there, that isn't so bad now is it? I am all the way in you." He raised up a little and I looked down and could tell he was all in me. I couldn't believe I had that huge 9" cock buried in my ass and now my virginity there was gone. He held me like that for a while, letting me get used to the fullness. Then slowly and gently he pulled his cock back out of me until just the head was still in me. Then just as slowly he pushed it back in. I felt the pressure of it against my prostate and it was harder than anything else had been. I arched my back and it actually felt like more of him went in deeper. Then he started a nice slow in and out movement. The more he did it the better it felt. I was flying away on a cloud of pure pleasure. More and more until I could think of nothing else but the driving of his cock in and out of me. My cock was hard as a steel pole and throbbing uncontrollably. OMG, he had been right, this was better by far than a BJ. Our mouths were clamped together and our tongues entangled. He started to increase his speed and the sensations grew more and more. I found myself almost screaming, "fuck me, more, fuck me, pound my hole!" Hank was getting faster and faster, pounding my hole hard. Both of us were gasping for air. Then I could feel my cock start its unmistakable tingle that was leading to me cumming. I told him, "I'm going to cum! Pound my hole and make me." Hank was gritting his teeth then. He said, "I am almost ready to cum too! Hurry and cum or I won't be able to hold back." I said, "It's here, I am cumming!" Then my cock sprayed and kept on jet after jet after jet of cum flowed out of me. Hank then yelled, "OMG, I can feel your ass pulsing with each throb of your cock. I am going to have to cum also." He then, true to his word, pulled out of me all at once, making me groan as he blew his load clear up across my chest and then I felt his cock against mine and they were both still throbbing. My ass was on fire though from being so empty all at once. I felt like something was missing even though this had been the most intense fuck of my life. We laid together like that for a long time kissing and grinding our cocks together and enjoying the after shocks of our intimacy. Then he finally rolled off of me and pulled me onto my side as we continued kissing and cuddling and we both then fell asleep like that.

(Sorry for my English, it’s not my mother tongue) So that happened after work in Toronto, I was looking for an anonymous fuck to satisfy my eager hole. I’m 24, athletic, and it was not so hard to have full positives answers for an anonymous fuck on Grindr. One bearded, short, manly guy answers me and says that he could not host, but he know some spots in big shops around. One was a closed bathroom, never did that, so I said that I was interested. My dick was already leaking with precum, wetting my boxers as I walk. We finally find each other in the commercial centrer, he’s smaller and older than me, charming, manly, hairy, wonderful. We make our way toward the bathroom, putting his hand on my ass on the way in public. Very horny guy. i said that I wanted to play safe on Grindr, while being still very excited by bareback “teasings” and little risks, but I don’t say it. As soon as we enter the bathroom, he asks me to drop my pants and to suck his dick. He had a 6inches thin dick, hairy, with a fine man smell, and a huge precum leaking from his headcock. He’s playing with his precum with his finger in front of my face. While I’m now sucking him, making him even harder, he starts to finger my ass. I think about stopping him saying that I wanna play safe and that I’d rather not having his precum in my ass. But I see him now fingering my ass with his saliva so I just take it cool. he takes the control, and quickly turns me while I’m on my fours. I hear a plastic of a condom, And quickly feels his headcock close to my butthole. He starts slide into me, it feels fantastic, to be fucked by an older guy in a commercial bathroom. after few mins I noticed that my ass was getting more and more wet and the fuck feels better and better. Then somebody’s knocking on the door and we quickly stop the fuck, as I’m standing up I noticed his bare dick, covered in asses juices & his own precum, my asshole was so smooth because of the precum. He fucked me bareback since the beginning and he was pretending not having read that I wanted to play safe. I get a little nervous, we are completely silent and seeing his wet dick while waiting makes me even harder, knowing that it was purely and simply bare in my hole and mixing his tons of precum inside my hole. i finish the job while sucking his dick with a fantastic manly&sex smell, he cums on my face and I cum on the floor. he said that he’s on prep and he didn’t know, that i had nothing to worry. Few hours later he said that that was very hot, and he’s happy that there’s a little of himself inside of me right now. secretly, I was happy too ;-)

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)

I'm new to cumdumping in the past 6-7 months. I took 9 or 10 loads (about 15 cocks) at Poz/Prep night at the sex club......walked around in a jock only. Those cocks were all within a 1 hour period. I would have kept going a while longer, but the buddy I met up with there was ready to leave, and we agreed to flip breed each other when we were finished and both our holes sloppy. It was such a rush and ego boost getting used like that one after the other. I did take two more loads AFTER we bred each other and on my way back to the lockers, but I'm basically "done" after I cum - so I surprised myself I was able to endure (enjoy) two more fucks. It's been a few months now, and I haven't repeated that night, but I know I will. Unfortunately I seem to catch an sti in my ass every time I binge as a bottom like that or I think I'd be back every week!!!

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.

I'll be there staying at the Quentin in Schoenberg. You will get more than ten loads a night. Just head to Mutschmann's great basement with hundreds of tops fucking the bottoms bent over

Henri refused to say good bye as he left yesterday. We both fully understood that it is highly unlikely that we would ever see each other again. Not only does he live in St. Martin, he has been living with CRF19 strain of HIV for nearly 3 years. He already has progressed so far that he has been told he is at that final stage--full blown AIDS. For the past 9 days we had been sharing our bodies as he shared his virus laden cum and blood with me. Although the likely-hood of me contracting a co-infection is rare, be were both savoring the possibility that we would forever be connected via that super-strain. He drove a load deep into my ass just minutes before Jony arrived. Jony agreed to drive Henri to Atlanta. From there he could get a direct flight home--once the airport was open again. Neither of us wanted to think of that. We just wanted to be together one more time. Henri had been staying at my place for the past 3 days. No doubt, that time had been filled with as much fucking as possible. It had been amazing to go from a random fuck to full on making love in just a week. And all of that was smeared with as much highly tainted jizz as that caramel cock could produce. Our last fuck was amazing. It started out to be something of a quickie. We knew Jony would soon arrive, so we just got to it. Yeah, he brushed my hole first, did not want to loose the opportunity to make that pathway for transmission easier. We started off hot and heavy. Henri knew how to pound hard and started out drilling my hole like the powerful jackhammer he could be. I like getting fucked hard and he was great. I love have a man know how to push that limit....right between this feels so fucking amazing and stop, you are tearing my ass open. I expected him to cum fairly quickly, but he showed no signs of giving up a load yet. Then, suddenly and without any words spoken, he slowed down. His strokes became slower and with less force. But at the same time, they became more intimate and personal. Then he said something amazing. He wanted to give me this final dose of his disease laden cream not in power nor pain, but in love. He continued that he wanted me to remember him, not just for that possibility we would share this deadly strain, but he wanted me to recall, the care and effort he put into servicing my queer ass. For nearly an hour that black cock probed my raw ass. So many positions, so much leverage, so much arousal for my prostrate. My own cock was rigid and drooling precum like I have never experienced before. Henri recognized that I was ready to explode in passion. He slowly withdrew his massive meat and proceeded to worship my cock and the toxic precum I was spewing. It was only a few moments later that I blew my own strain against the back of Henri's throat. Then, in a deep and sensual kiss, he transferred my own cum into my mouth, which I swallowed with great enthusiasm. Then, without speaking, he rolled me over, got me ass up and resumed pounding my ass. My hole was gaping a bit and offered little resistance as he plunged his cock deep on the first thrust. He was soon back to his jackhammer ways. He was pounding me hard and fast. After a week of practice, we synced up in that staccato rhythm and became on body intertwined in an amazing fuck. But, his own body could only withstand that intense fuck rate for a short while. All to damned soon, I felt him go rigid. I heard his breathing deepening. He bellowed quietly while he jammed one more load into me. Once again, I was exposed to that amazing and deadly strain. I just had my 21st exposure to CRF19. Seventeen times that beautiful man had used his amazing cock to ram his creamy, cummy delight deep into my hole. Twelve of those times, my hole was well prepared. The bottle brush that was used the night I most likely got knocked up once again, prepared my hole. The other 4 exposures came at the point of a needle. The most recent was last Friday. We had both just taken our first dose of Lady T for the night. Some may not think that blood slams are as erotic as a good fuck. But man, that night it was amazing. I had gone first and had done about a .5.....not huge, but enough to get to the zone nicely. Just as the first beads of Tina scented sweat were appearing on my body, I watched as he pulled back on the plunger and filled the syringe with 3ccs of his death inducing blood. I extend my arm as he withdrew the needed from his vein. As a small bit of blood emerged from the needle-prick wound, Henri took a finger and wiped the blood away. Then he pressed his bloodied finger.....his finger bloodied with a fatal version of blood....against my lips. He whispered for me to lick it clean.....if I did, he would give me the syringe. I greedily took his dripping red finger into my mouth and devoured it as if I was a starving man. He smiled in appreciation, pulled back his hand and resumed his duties. He quickly raised a vein, I felt that pin prick and he got the needle set into place. Once again he asked me if I wanted to take the essence of his life, which could become the essence of my death. I hissed a nearly silent yes. Before the entire word was uttered, he started pushing the plunger. My cock was springing to life as I watched the red fluid, filled with thousands of replicas of the CRF19 strain of HIV disappeared into my own body. As quickly as he could pull the rig from my arm, I was begging for his black cock. I needed fucked. I wanted a white exposure to go with that red exposure. He fully agreed and soon had buried his cock balls deep. It is kind of weird to consider that a series of somewhat random events....hurricane, him ending up in Asheville, him being related to one of my fuck buds......all aligned to result in a week of near constant exposure to a strain of the virus that few would chase. No doubt, Henri will have to face the culmination of his disease in the coming months or years. For all I know, this past week may have changed my own life expectancy. I have not been on meds since I got knocked up around the first of this past year. A recent HEP C diagnosis reminded me that my body has a variety of internal attacks to deal with. Perhaps I will not know for sometime, perhaps will never know if Henri shared his toxic treat with me. But I do know this. Sharing rigs and cum with Henri made the past week an incredibly erotic and thrill inducing time. His personality, skill and willingness to share would have been a great fuck experience regardless. Knowing that he was spewing CRF19 laden cum, knowing that he willing injected CRF19 laden blood.....made the time with him off the charts. I thought it felt great to start chasing and taking POZ cum. I thought it felt great when I first felt a brush ream my hole. I thought it felt great to finally be POZ. But, manning up and taking 21 exposures to CRF19 (over the past 9 days) has been a thrill I will never forget. For whatever fates caused Irma to "blow" Henri into my life, I am appreciative. What the storm, and Henri left behind will never be forgotten.

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 have found that living in rural america (SE NM), that I get a lot more loads if it is an anonymous encounter. So many married men don't get what they need at home, so they are much more willing to come over to a dark house in the country with me bent over the end of sofa, lubed, and blindfolded. A couple men/cowboys are texting me almost weekly to come over and pump a load of cum in my ass. I have never seen their faces, but that is fine by me, as long as they keep pumping me full of cum.

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…

Buddy of mine has been talking about a bookstore with video booths he found.He LOVES that kind of annonymous hookup and knows I did too long ago.We fuck regularly and enjoy 420 and poppers to turn up the heat sometimes.After a week of pestering me about going I said okay to sat nite.Got there about 11:30pm.Regular looking place,run by an Indian or Paki man,very dark.Mike seemed to know him and said hi,the clerk looked at me smiled and said"I love blonde boys"I said "why thank you"and gave a chuckle because while blonde at 60 I am hardly a 'BOY"lol.Got our video pay cards and went into the dark hall lined with booths...Mike opened a door and showed me the gloryholes..."Fuck you I KNOW what gloryholes are dumbass" I replied."well try this booth,I gotta pee"he said.there were a handfull of men hanging around the arcade.I went in shut the door and started up the video and sat down to watch some okay gay porn.My cock immediatly stirred.There was a "clink,clink" sound at the gloryhole to my left as a small glass tube was tapped against the wooden edge.A faint wisp of vapor escaped the end.The man in the next booth was offerring a bit of tina.I had never used that stuff,but DO love weed so got down at the gloryhole and put my lips around the pipe as he heated the bulb and vapors started to flow.I gently breathed in as much as I could hold.Remember thinking this must be like the old days of passing poppers thru to share.Standing up watching the video my hands are rubbing my nipples,Don't remember taking my shirt off.Or dropping my pants showing a large wet spot on my shorts as precum oozes out of my half hard cock.Don't know how much time passed in that initial rush.But LOVED that feeling."Clink Clink again at the gloryhole,Took another deep hit off the pipe.A hard cock appeared thru the hole on the right and it looked absolutly beautiful.My next memory is swallowing the load spurting out in the back of my throat as my heart pounded.My pants were around my ankles and my hard cock out and proud.More lost time in that rush.The man with the pipe must have enjoyed the show I saw his eye at the other gloryhole watching.Mike opened the door and chuckled at the sight."damn,can't take you anywhere can I?"I grabbed his belt and dropped his pants and swallowed his cock.Mike is more of a top,and undetectable.I am neg and we bareback only.The glass pipe tapped again so another deep breath was taken.My asshole is being fucked long and deep as Mike takes advantage of the situation.I look down as a long stream of cum flows out of my cock,not spurting it just sort of flows as his cock strokes deep.I love the way he fucks....some guys are just way good at it."Lets get a big room in the back"He says"put your clothes on and follow me".Leaving the booth I see the man feeding me the pipe was Raj the store owner we met earlier.Mike and Raj talked for a minute,then we went to the back and raj left the pipe and a little plastic bag in the room with mike and I.I asked what time it was and raj said 1:30.We had been there 2 HOURS and it seemed like minutes!About closing time.I knew from experiences as a young man that's when lots of drunk guys come to places like this looking for some easy sex.I was high,my ass was twitching and needed a cock....you know that feeling.Raj said to mike"I'll start sending them back in a little while"and winked,then closed the door as he left.Mike said"take your clothes off now".I liked this commanding tone,it was new from him.There was a short couch and a big stuffed chair so I disrobed completely as mike unfolded the couch into a bed.Mike dropped his pants and pressed me into the mattress,his hard cock again finding my hole.Pressing it into me he wispered in my ear"are ya having fun Paul?This is gonna be a night you won't forget"I said I was,and pressed back against him,anything to get that gorgeous hard cock deeply into me.I needed it,craved it in a way I had never before.A hard violent fucking ensued,and he came quickly for him."that should lube you up"Mike said.as he pulled out.He got the glass pipe and filled it,held it out to me and ordered me to take 2 hits.I did,and remember how much I liked his tone.I had just taken the second hit when there was a tapping at the door.Mike let a short bald man in who immediatly pushed down his stretchpants and shoved his cock in my face."suck it up hard"he said.I blew my lungfull of tina steam into his crotch and did as he asked.I couldn't get that cock in deep enough it was so good.Seated on the edge of that bed I sucked a strangers cock and loved it.He pulled out and lifted my legs up fairly rammed his cock into my ass,sliding in using mikes cum as lube.A quick hard fuck followed,and he came with a series of short grunts.I laughed as my cock was still leaking precum and cum,filling my navel with slime.He pulled out pulled up his sweatpants and left.Another hard cock nosed into me,from a youngish man who smelled of booze and sweat.He kissed me,that's so sweet,then looked me in the eyes as he fucked me and came fairly quick.Instead of pulling out tho,he just stopped for a minute then started fucking again.I heard knocks at the door a few more times and men came and went,watching the live show.Junior grunted and came again,and some guy straddled my face and forced a cock down my throat.I was in heaven.Junior pulled out and another cock pressed in.Don't even know who it was,never saw.The cock in my throat spasmed and delivered its salty sweet load,and as it pulled out I hungrily sucked every drop out.Raj was in the room,saying "closing time,everybody out".His watch said 4am.I had taken a lot of cocks,can't even remember them all.After chasing all the customers out of the store Raj came back to us and pushed his pants down showing a black long piece of meat I had to have."I just LOVE blonde boys"he said as that hard black cock speared into me with a squelching sound from the cum already in me."Is he poz?Raj asked mike as the long deep stroking began."No".mike said"He's still neg"Raj smiled and picked up the pace of his fuck,and sparked an intensity I had,'t seen in a while.He came with a lout yell,I could feel his cock twitching as he ejaculated his load into me,mixing with the many already there.After a moment he pulled out pulled his pants back up and said"time to go home.now"and motioned us out.I dressed,and we made ready to leave.I was still higher than a kite.Before we left the store Raj gave me a little paper envelope with a phone number on it and said"here is a bit more tina for you.Call the number when you need more".He smiled and repeated "I really like blonde boys!"Mike and I left,I was thankful he drove as I was way out of it.Went back to his place where I cleaned up and showered.Mike gave me 2 sleeping pills because he said I would never get to sleep with all that dope in me.I awoke that afternoon to mike fucking me.Thats nice huh?

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.

Part 6 I lay on the cot in our room, my mind spinning, my asshole both hurting and still wanting more. Master sat in a chair, smoking a tobacco pipe and just looked at his new property. Master. I didn't even know his name. This man now owned me, fucked me up, and whored my ass out, and I had no idea who he was. All I knew was I was his property now. Just a little over 24 hours ago, I was the supreme being. Now here I was a chemed up fuckslut. A God like jock brought down to sub human levels. I was just a cumdump toilet, and I was loving it. Master took another little baggie out, and layed out 2 fat lines on the dirty floor. Handing me a straw, I snorted them both, causing a burning in my throat. But this was something different. Quickly a new sensation took over me. I just layed on the dirty floor and stared into space, unable to move. I was aware of my surroundings, yet felt like I was out of my body. "You're in a K hole boy. Just ride it out, it won't last long." What else could I do? I couldn't move. I just floated into outer space. After a while, I have no idea how long, I drifted back into my body, but still felt like a puddle. I felt Master doing something around my cock, then the prick of a needle. Soon I could feel my cock trying to get hard in the spiked cage. The spikes digging painfully into my flesh. But oddly, the pain just further excited me. Master then wrapped a band around my arm and soon I felt that prick again, followed by the most intense rush I've had yet, and a coughing fit. "That was a .5 slam bitch. Now you should be more than ready for the rest of the night. I told you, you're the main attraction tonight!" With that he grabbed my leash and led me down the hallway to a large room. A large crowd of men had assembled, waiting for me to arrive. I was made to stand up, and my wrists were placed in cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Ankle cuffs were also attached. Then the chain's attached were pulled apart, stretching my body out spread eagle, so I was hanging with only my toes touching the ground. WHACK!!! I screamed out in pain and shock at the sudden contact of a whip against my bare back. Quickly more and more were administered to my vulnerable body, back, shoulders, thighs, calves and ass. I wailed and spasmed in pain, jerking around as I hung there, unable to protect my naked body. For the first time, tears started flowing from my eyes. Over and over the whip attacked my body, till I burned from head to toe. Then the attacks started on my chest. The entire front of my body was whipped like my back had been. Up and down it hit me, leaving burning welts all over. My nipples were attacked extra hard as I threw my head back and howled. Finally, my balls were savagely attacked, causing such pain I thought I would pass out. But the drugs kept me concious. And my cock strained within it spiked prison. Finally, my body burning, covered in sweat, I was released from the chain's, and placed in a sling. I was quickly tied down and immobilized. Then Master approached me, lubing up his hand. With no effort, he rammed 4 fingers right in my sloppy cunt. I moaned as he pushed them around, in and out, stretching me further. Soon he added his thumb, pushing more and more against my sphincter. Someone tied a popper soaked rag around my nose, and I inhaled deeply. Then it happened. Masters fist popped through my assring, right into my guts. I saw stars and the neurons in my brain exploded like the fucking 4th of July! I twisted and jerked, crying in extasy as Master made me a puppet on his arm. He pushed deeper in me, past my inner ring, opening me deep. Soon half of his hairy arm was buried deep in my pussy. Someone unlocked my cock cage, releasing my big cock, allowing it to throb freely. Then Master pulled his arm out, leaving his fist in my cunt. Next he lined up his cock next to his wrist, and pushed it inside. Grabbing my hard cock with his free hand, he jerked me hard and fast while he jerked his own cock inside my ass. Soon we were both blowing our loads in the most intense orgasm I had ever known. A huge built up load sprayed all over my chest and stomach while Master jerked his load off into my ass. The crowd just watched in amazement. He pulled out of my ass, and left me there in the sling. The rest of my night was spent getting fucked and fisted by anyone who wanted to help permanently pulverize my teen jock cunt. My cunt would never be the same after that night.

Part 4 I put the clothes on that Master gave me, which consisted of a pair of yellow spandex shorts and a white tank top, both of which were way too small for me. The shorts barely reached past my groin, hugging my muscle ass and prominently displayed my caged up cock. Master looked me up and down saying, "well, you're overdressed, but we have to go out in public." Grabbing the leash and a black bag, he led me out the door. Realizing what a slut I looked like, I hesitated momentarily, but a hard yank on the leash pulled me outside. I walked with my head down, embarrased, to his van while strangers laughed at me. Master just threw me in the back of the van and off we drove. Shortly we arrived at an adult bookstore, a particularly sleazy looking one, and I was led inside. "On your knees pig!" I was ordered. "You will always crawl on your hands and knees unless were outside!" I obeyed while he led me up to the counter. "Got a new one I see." said the older man working there. "Yup," said Master, "fresh as of last night, but we're working on that," he laughed. "I hope the special room is avaiable. I need to leave my chemslut somewhere for a few hours." "It is," the man answered, "it's still early, there's only a couple guys back there at the moment. It'll get busier. You know Saturday's are always a good day. He should be quite popular." "I'm sure he will be." said Master as he was pulling off my clothes. "We'll just leave these up here." With that he led me into the back. The guys that were already there were older and enjoyed watching a teen jock being led naked to the special room. Basically it was like any video booth with glory holes on each side, with a few differences. For one, it was the only booth that had a hanging light bulb, illuminating the booth. On the wall opposite the door was a chain attached, which Master padlocked to my collar. It allowed enough room to move between the glory holes, but not enough to reach the door, and certainly not to leave. Above, pointing down, were two video cameras aimed to catch all the action. The final difference in this room was a drain in the middle of the floor. Reaching into his bag, Master pulled out a baggie of powder and proceeded to lay out two fat lines on the dirty cement floor. Handing me a straw, I didn't need to be told what to do. I snorted the lines off the floor while Master laughed at me. "Look what a pig you're becoming. Snorting lines off a dirty floor that men have pissed and cum on. And you were once so proud. I'm leaving now, I know I don't have to tell you what to do." With that he left. I was alone, chained in a sleazy bookstore, tweaking and horny. A cock came through a hole, and I immediately started sucking it, knowing it belonged to one of those old men I saw. I didn't care. I dove on it and sucked it for all I was worth. It didn't take long before he was feeding me a load of hot cum, pumping it down my throat. As he finished, the door opened and an ugly fat guy walked in and dropped his pants. Without a word he grabbed my hips and shoved his hard cock right in my ass. I moaned like a whore as he sunk it deep in me, just happy to have another cock in me. He pumped me hard, his fat belly slapping against my rock hard ass cheeks for at least 15 minutes before he pumped my guts with his sperm. Pulling out he shoved his dirty cock in my mouth and I greedily sucked it clean. Then he pulled out and started to piss on me, drenching my face, my golden blond hair, and my tan muscular body. I just wallowed in it. After the fat man left, a few minutes later another man entered the booth. A big black man. "Oh yea! We got some nice young white pussy today!" he said. "I hope you can take a big cock, cause even if you can't, you will!" He dropped his pants to reveal a cock bigger than mine. It had to be at least 12 inches, and FAT. He didn't waste a moment and shoved that monster right in me. I howled as he buried himself to the hilt in one thrust. "Oh yea, that's some good pussy. Love to feel it spasm on my cock!" As he started his pounding, an anonymous cock poked through the hole. The black man just grabbed my hair and rammed my face down on the cock. With my hair in his fist he brutally slammed the cock in and out of my throat while he battered my ass. I just grunted like a pig while I was brutally spit roasted. I was eventually rewarded with sperm being pumped in both my horny holes. That's how my day went. I was indeed the most popular pig of the day. A chemed up teenage jock slut doesn't happen every day, and the men made sure to take advantage of the opportunity. By the time Master came to get me, several hours later, I was a cum dripping, slimey, piss covered mess. My knees were scraped raw and bloody. Master sat there and watched the last few men use me before he finally had to call it quits, much to the chagrin of those still waiting their turn. "Sorry guys," Master said, "my pig has to move along to his next appointment. You're welcome to join us later at Club Taurus for more fun." With that he unchained me from the wall and threw my clothes at me, leading me out to his van and our next adventure.